iori

haha good luck im so bad at this [icon picrew here]

Iori has warm, pink eyes, and mid-length ruby-red hair with curly tips. Sections of it are partitioned into two braids, pinned behind his ears. He wears rectangular prescription glasses with black frames.
His school uniform consists of a neatly buttoned white shirt and a red tie, with black pants. He wears a honey-colored sweater over this.
He runs on the thin side, and is a bit pale (although his cheeks flush easily. Did you know he blushes to his ears?)
Insert disconnected statement about how his hands are soft but his nails and the skin around them are kind of chewed up a lot.

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Iori grew up in Nagasaki with his two adoptive mothers, Yuzuki and Honoka Sakuraba. From an early age, he'd been surrounded with creativity — while Yuzuki worked as a secretary, Honoka was a freelance artist, and one of his strongest childhood memories is of painting flowers around the house with her.
What he doesn't remember as clearly, no matter how much his parents tell stories about it, is how as a child he'd always cry and cry when he had to go to school as a child. At least, he'd always sit in the farthest corner and mope about his parents not being there until, one day, he'd been poked at while he was sulking on a bench by someone he'd faintly recognized from the year above him.
"Hey~! Why do you always sit there?" The boy had asked, and while he doesn't remember specific details he does remember the smiles on his parents' faces when he said he'd made a friend that day.
Technically, two; Asahi, his new friend, had introduced him to Mayu, and while other friends they might have made during their elementary school years came and went, the three essentially grew up together.
However, a good amount of the time he'd spent with them involved him staring at their surroundings, daydreaming about other worlds and not knowing what to do about it. When he told his parents, Honoka has gone for the obvious choice, but he was never really good at mixing colors so his paintings from then on turned out about as good as you'd expect from a kid on 6th grade. Yuzuki, then, had chipped in with the suggestion to write instead—it is, after all, an artform of its own, right? So he'd taken her suggestion, but at some point he'd decided he would try poetry instead of normal creative writing and found that hey, he liked that better!
And so that was the start of his poetry career.
For the rest of that year, while he couldn't meet Asahi and Mayu as much as he'd wanted to, he spent his time writing and writing and writing, until his parents offered to set up a little blog for him to post some of his poems! He was over the moon at that, and even moreso when his parents would tell him about all the nice things people would say.
Well, sometimes, they wouldn't really show certain parts of the comments, but— that's something he found out about later, when he turned 13 and could essentially legally manage things himself.

...I don't feel like detailing anon hate so just imagine tails gets trolled

Needless to say, Iori's self-esteem crumbled once he found out.
Even though, for once, he'd pulled his head out from his notebook, all he did was look down from then on - and, letting your parents know you're not actually as strong as they're trying to help you be? Since you're already a teen now so surely you're all grown up now? Blasphemous. If anything, the only reason he didn't die with that secret was because Asahi, god bless Asahi, had essentially ripped it right out of him. (Surprisingly, he didn't think he was right.) And Asahi, again, god bless, had strangely eased off on being pushy from then on, and nudged him more gently back into the spotlight. Sometimes this was figurative. Sometimes this was literal, but his many, many friends seemed to like his poems? It felt nice.
Really, Asahi had been looking out for him for soooo, so long, but Iori was only still about to learn that friendship was a two-way street.
Well, no, it's not like he was using Asahi or Mayu or anything, but some point during his third year of middle school — which Asahi had to repeat, leaving them in the same class — the idea surfaced that maybe, just maybe, he was still taking his first friend for granted. That is, one day, when they had to go home, he managed to catch Asahi around, only, going… to the roof? When they were all going… downstairs? At least, they hadn't walked home together in a while, and now that Iori took notice of it he felt as though he just needed to fix it. Except, now that he was here, he just couldn't find the words…
Until Asahi teetered oddly close to the edge. Then he found words, and those were something along the likes of "Wait, Asahi—!", because, of course, he liked cloudwatching on the roof too, but that was just dangerous!
Asahi froze in place after that, thank goodness, and he'd put on his biggest smile and turned around to ask Iori what he was doing here — and, for the briefest moment, it felt as though it was more sickly-sweet than anything.
Iori didn't think much of it until was about to go to bed that night.
...He didn't sleep very well then. All he'd done that night was worry, and worry, and worry, and if Asahi was still here the next morning what was he going to do? Pay very, very close attention!
So, after a while, being more of a friend had integrated itself into his system—which was helpful! He grew closer to Mayu again, befriended one (1) whole more classmate, and Asahi seemed to tell him about things more, and now Iori could have reasons to tell him that he didn't need to be happy all the time and that if he needed a break he could always take one, which felt great! As did the fact that he'd start to feel like he was walking on air when he was with Asahi, now that he really really started to know everything about him and accepted every worry of his wholeheartedly! Maybe not the fact that he felt like his heart was about to burst around him as well, though!
Now, semi-related to his increasing collection of love poems and cotton candy that he'd never, ever send, between regular blog updates, he got the idea to release an anthology? And his parents seemed to be proud of him for suggesting it, so of course they were on board with it! Thanks to his parents basically acting like his PR people, Iori's career basically flourished from then on — perhaps, enough to catch the attention of FINE I SAID MIRAI YUME ARE YOU HAPPY Academy? I'm gonna assume that's, like, still a thing in redux.
Which is funky fresh.
There was likely a lot of preparation done between then and now! Minus a few years of forgotten memories. Packing, learning about how to live independently, a bit of research on other Ultimates, and maybe, not as relatedly, an abrupt hospital trip he had to make... Really, these sorts of things come out of nowhere, don't they? First he starts crying the second he enters Asahi's room, then Asahi has to comfort him even though Asahi ended up here in the first place because he had a Particularly Rough Night not even Iori was awake to comfort him through, then Asahi says something along the lines of "i love you, okay? please don't cry" while he's comforting him and haha wait that's something you to say to a lover they're not lovers. Are they? Perhaps, they decide, although they're still a bit confused at how easy that was, they are boyfriends! And now that they're boyfriends, and since Asahi doesn't wanna make Iori cry eeeever again, he promises, quite daringly, that he isn't going to do anything like that ever ever again! And Iori, who's had nowhere near as much thoughts over this, promises he will too, because boyfriendness is still a two-way street.
This is probably a couple of days before the whole thing starts? So Asahi is, supposedly, still in the hospital at game start. Sickle mode. I'm finally done with this are you proud of me

• He's left-handed!
• He's multilingual!  english, japanese, latin, some french i guess, i cant think of any more languages…..
• Asahi and Mayu got him into this TsukiPro series… he doesn't know much but he listens to the music. He just thinks Growth is neat…
• His favorite anime is the 1990 Moomin series! In fact, he's very fond of Moomin in general.
• He bites his nails. a lot
• He likes visiting different coffee shops a lot. People scary but atmosphere good.
  
  

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