katsuki.

more rules. . .
DO NOT FOLLOW if you are: underage, transphobic, homophobic, an unnecessary drama seeker, a grammar nazi, fan accounts, and an account that only posts porns daily. mun conducts regular checks and will soft block/hard block without warning.if you want to warn me about someone, dm me—i won’t know a single fuck about a person you had beef with in the past. also, this account is for writing only. i don’t give a slight shit about your real life unless we’re ridiculously close. (affectionate).there will be cursing in interactions, but please know it’s based on katsuki as a character. if that makes you uncomfortable, hit the unfollow button.i'm open to critiques and suggestions in dms—as long as it's not meant to tear me down. i won't tear you down either. i don’t really like fights, you see.

about the writer.
1999, busy with a full-time job so sporadic replies, english is not his first language. third POV, mirror-lit, descriptive. slow on dms, fast response on tl.just a reminder—being slow on dms doesn’t mean i don’t like you. sometimes i just don’t have the energy, or i simply forget there’s a dm waiting (because i don’t do double chats… and yeah, i’m forgetful like that).katsuki's rules.
singleship, taken.strictly IC, no OOC talks except we are close.
NSFW because of cursing, prefers sfw timeline. (and mostly writes selfplots.)won't engage in NSFW plots unless you are Katsuki's lover.p.s: dual fcs.
p.p.s: might constantly temp fc.

GENERAL .
•   name   :   katsuki.
•   alias   :   kats, tsuki.
•   gender   :   he/him
•   orientation   :   pansexual/switch.
•   occupation   :   potter, part-time model, runner.PHYSICAL .
•   eyes   :   black.
•   hair   :    black.
•   height   :   183cm.
•   weight   :   why do you wanna know?
•   skin   :   slightly tan.MENTAL .
•   traits   :   explosive, hot-tempered, blunt, brutally honest, loyal, protective, self critical, insecure, determined, hard-working, perfectionist, secretly thoughtful.
•   likes   :   peonies, swearing, exo, running, jazz surprisingly, spicy foods, cooking, beer, his black tanktop, animes, silence, art people, his coffee black, bunnies, cats, vaundy, imagine dragons, billyrom, persona, fox.
•   dislikes   :   bugs, his old principal, being touched, being called cute, low battery, being told what to do, fucking loud people, losing, ginger.

BACKGROUND.
•   birthplace   :  tokyo, japan.
•   birthdate   :  404errornotfound.
•   current residence   :   ikebukuro.
•  family   :   mom (deceased), dad (left while he was a kid).
•   pets   :   cat named kuro, bunny named takoyaki.
•   significant other   :   shion.more of katsuki's facts : katsuki is a bunny hybrid. he only transforms into a bunny when he’s emotionally unstable—either from frustration or overwhelming happiness. oddly enough, he can’t shift when he’s consumed by sadness.katsuki has a hanahaki disease.katsuki doesn’t have a last name. his mother refused to use her husband’s name because he was an asshole, and she didn’t want to use her own family name either, since they had a bad relationship. so, it’s just katsuki.but katsuki always remembers… her surname is sakuragi.

" he didn’t even know when or how he started loving pottery. all he knows is that his emotions had grown too heavy to carry. he was okay before, but life had been so hard that the weight of it all started crushing him. his mom didn’t mind, though.whenever the pressure became too much, he’d shift into his bunny form—a transformation he despised, though his mom loved it because it gave her an excuse to cuddle him. it’s not that he hated cuddles, but... he hated it, yeah.to avoid randomly changing in public, he needed something to ground him. something to keep his hands busy, his mind steady. his mom came up with an idea: why not try pottery?he scoffed at first. it was stupid. messy. pointless. but she insisted, dragging him to a workshop one day. and somehow, the moment his hands sank into the clay, something inside him stilled.he never stopped.now, he runs his own studio—not incredibly rich, but enough. the journey was tough, but somewhere along the way, pottery became more than just a distraction. it became his only dream. he didn’t want anything else—just to make his mom happy and live a decent life.

his mother used to tease him about finding a lover, but he’d brush it off every time. he’d had one once, but it didn’t work out, and he didn’t want to try again. he wasn’t the romantic type, anyway, so why bother?he was content. he loved what he had, and he loved his mother dearly. seeing her happy was all he needed.until she was gone.and now, all that’s left are his hands in the clay, shaping, smoothing, carving—trying to mold something whole out of what’s been broken.his hearing started fading in his teens, a slow, quiet thing he barely noticed at first. now, he relies on hearing aids, reading lips, and sign language to navigate the world. it doesn’t stop him from running his studio, from modeling part-time, from cursing like a damn sailor.but sometimes, when he’s working late at night, when the world is silent in a way that has nothing to do with his ears, he wonders if his mom would’ve worried about him.if she’d tell him he’s working too hard. if she’d say something—anything—to fill the quiet void she left behind. "

▍ ❝   I.
     NAKAMURA MIZUKI (NPC)
katsuki runs a quiet pottery studio where he works alongside his only staff, mizuki—a dedicated, married man whose passion for pottery matches his own.katsuki hired mizuki after posting flyers in front of the studio, drawn in by his sincerity and strong work ethic.over time, their bond deepened, especially when katsuki visited mizuki’s newborn and grew close to his family. now, they work in easy rhythm, their friendship rooted in trust, respect, and the shared joy of creating with their hands. the two of them loves to run, too.

▍ ❝   II.
     SHION
he is a mysterious person whom katsuki met after a particularly hard day. their first encounter was over drinks—just two strangers sharing a moment. but what katsuki didn't expect was how that moment would unfold into something deeper—a connection.a connection so profound that he found himself making him takoyaki’s co-parent. maybe it was the way he showed interest in bunnies, or maybe it was something else entirely, but katsuki let him stay around.and somehow, over time, they grew closer. too close, apparently.

▍ ❝   III.
     ELVIRA YEOthey met on a quiet afternoon—her music drifting in from the hall next to his studio. he didn’t know it was a harp at first, just that the sound made him stop shaping clay mid-spin. it was delicate, focused, like the person playing it.elvira.she was reserved, guarded even. but not cold. and over time, their paths kept crossing—between shared tea breaks and the soft hours before sunset. he learned she was a harpist, a sister, someone who carried more than she let on.when she asked him—softly, seriously—if he could help her brother, katsuki didn’t hesitate. alexei reminded him of himself: half-rooted, half-searching. he taught him what he could, simple things, slow things. the kind of things that help a person feel like they belong.and elvira… he never tried to fix her walls. just stood nearby, steady, present. their friendship grew like that—quiet and real. no performance, no pretenses. and he respects her deeply—not because she asked for help, but because she never stops being strong for the people she loves.he’s just glad to be someone she trusted. he’ll keep showing up. for both of them.

▍ ❝   IV.
     KOEUN IMAI MYŌIwhen he thinks of summer, he still hears their voices.koi and reid were the loud ones—the ones who knocked on his door before noon and refused to leave without him. they came every summer like clockwork, staying next door when their family visited from abroad. half-japanese, full of energy, and impossible to ignore.katsuki never stood a chance. they made him the third member of the bug hunters trio before he could even say no.every summer became an adventure. net in one hand, juice box in the other—he followed koi through rice fields and dirt paths, chasing cicadas and beetles like they were treasures. reid kept score. koi kept getting distracted. katsuki? he mostly just tried to keep up.he didn’t talk much back then. not the way koi did. but she never made him feel small for it. she filled the silence, looped him in, made space for him without asking him to change.and then… the summers stopped. no warning and no goodbye. just one year where the house next door stayed quiet, and never lit up again.he told himself they were busy. life moved on. but he missed them.years passed. he built a life in clay, quiet and steady. modeling wasn’t part of the plan, but it happened. and one day, before a shoot, he was told he’d be working with someone else.he didn’t expect to turn around and see koi.
“WAIT—KATSUKI?!”“YOU’RE THE MODEL?”laughter, disbelief, and something warm blooming in his chest—something that felt like childhood and coming home.just like that, the bug hunters were back. older now, maybe. but still them. and god, he never realized how much he’d missed this.

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