#Im so excited I got to write for Hino

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Ok so all your shishigumi content reminded me how much I adore Hino like uhh💖💖

He looks tired sexy and we love that

Could I interest you in Hino and an artist reader Maybe reader was in a gore mood so they went to the back alley market for some inspo and bummed into him and the rest of the boys and immediately asked Hino to be their model? I wonder how he'd react and if maybe a romance could blossom from that 👀

I'll leave the format and rest to your talented hands dear writer and I wish you the best of days ✨

I think this is my first Hino oriented ask? I love me a tired boi. 

-Maeve

You had heard a lot about the black market. It was no secret that many carnivores frequented the area, and it wasn’t unusual for you to visit a friend just to find that they had some sort of meat hidden in their fridge. At this point it was a secret everyone knew, but no one talked about. You had never been, despite the occasional invite. It wasn’t really your thing, and from the sounds of it, the Black Market was dangerous just to go to. There were gangs, fights, feral animals, it just sounded like a death trap, carnivore or not. 

You had never considered really going before, until you fell into a major art rut. You couldn’t think of anything to do. You’d stare at a blank canvas for hours and hours, and still...nothing. It wasn’t until your friend visited, and you began a movie binge that inspiration finally struck you. It was some old horror movie from twenty years ago, and while the effects were bad, and the blood was obviously fake, you suddenly had an idea. You finally had the urge to create and climb over the blockade your had been trying to climb over for the past few weeks. Finally! 

As an artist, you were used to this sort of feeling. It could make you feel like you were on cloud nine, then drop you to rock bottom in the matter of a few moments. When inspiration struck, sometimes it was at the worst time or place possible. Such instances usually involved when you were about to fall asleep, or when you were in a long car ride, or out shopping. Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t unheard of for previously brilliant idea you were so excited about to loose it’s appeal by the time you could get to a point where you could do something about it. This time though, the idea you had and the itch to make it a reality didn’t fade. It nagged at the back of your head. You knew you wanted something dark, bloody, edgy, exciting. 

While you loved your friend, you almost couldn’t wait for them to leave. 

There was just one problem, you didn’t know what to create. You had an urge, a concept, but no details. Nothing you sketched out seemed good. It was all lacking...something. Your frustration began to grow as days passed. The urge never left, the concept of a gory piece of artwork kept clawing at your brain. You tried going online, asking a few friends, but nothing you created seemed good enough. Nothing satisfied you. More than once a sketch was discarded, colors were replaced over and over. You wanted to create, the need was there, but no solid ideas seemed to stick. 

You really had no other choice.

“You’re coming?” Your friend grabbed your shoulders in excitement. They seemed so pleased you agreed to go with them. 

“Only for inspiration for my project! I’m not buying anything,” They didn’t seem to hear you, and were quick to try and drag you out the door. You were barely able to get your art supplies. 

You were going to the market.

The ride there was fast. It was probably due to your nerves. Your friend didn’t hesitate to jump off the train and drag you up the station stairs and onto the street. The station was a few block away from the market itself, and as you walked, the buildings seemed to age quickly, many becoming questionable and dilapidated. The last building of any note that you passed, ‘The Hidden Condo’, seemed like one of the most questionable places to live you’d ever seen. You suddenly were grateful for your home, even if it was a little worn down and small. At least there weren’t animals pushing some sort of weird energy drink on your stoop. You and your friend gave that group a wide berth, and continued to chat normally as you entered the market. 

The smell hit you first. Cooking meats, savory spices, and even the scent of raw flesh hit you all at once. Your friend wasn’t phased, but why would they be? They knew this place. Most carnivores your age did. High schoolers knew what this place was. You suddenly felt very out of place, but not your friend. They even gave a small wave to a friendly stranger that were on their way out of the market, leaving with a sealed and taped cooler. You’d seen coolers like that on the all carnivore train before, and while you had suspected what was in them, now you had confirmation. As you walked along the stalls, the slabs of meats were displayed in such a way it’d be easy to forget that they once belong to someone else. You wondered how they got them, but you didn’t ask. 

This place was perfect. 

“I know you said you didn’t want to try anything, but there’s this shop that makes the best ramen!” You tuned your friend out as they babbled, and focused your surroundings. You took notes of the tall buildings, the broken street you walked on, the seemingly pleasant patrons. You quickly took out you sketch book, and began illustrating what you saw. The deeper you went, the more inspired you became. 

A booth had legs set up for sale, minus the feet. One shop boasted about the fowl they sold, and another had a sign announcing the sale of their pork ribs. One shop even had whole sale rabbits, who looked quite peaceful in the window. You tried not to think of a classmate you had in your previous art class. 

“Tussle!” You heard someone yell, and your friend grabbed you arm and began dragging you the direction of the yell. You almost fell. 

“They’re going to fight!” Your friend seemed excited, like they were a child again and describing the latest roller coaster ride they wanted to go on. They were practically skipping the direction of, what you could only assume, was the ongoing violence. 

“Who are?”

“The Shishigumi,” They dragged you over to the edge of the sidewalk where a large crowd had formed. Even on the edge, there were still a few rows of animals ahead of you, blocking the majority of your view. 

“This is their territory, and those guys,” They pointed to a group of leopards, or what you assumed were leopards. The crowd made it difficult to see. “-are infringing on their territory. They fight to settle things,” You gave them a look. 

“So you want to watch a gang fight?” You sounded skeptical. Wouldn’t that be dangerous? What if they started shooting?

“Yeah, don’t worry though. It’s not going to be to bad since there’s a crowd here,” Ah, they didn’t want to kill any bystanders and hurt business. You tried to stand on your toes to see, especially when a distinct thud hit the ground. Your friend seemed to catch one and yanked you forward. A few more animals, and soon you were about the second row of the crowd.

In the street were a few leopards, and a few lions. The lions, as a group, seemed to stand a ways back, except for two. Just the two alone seemed to handle the leopard with little effort. The violence itself was great for your sketches, and you jotted down a few notes and ideas before they flew out of your head. As the fight ended, the crowd applauded the winning lions. You looked up from your book to the see the victors. The two who partook in the violence seemed to be bragging to their companions, but they weren’t your focus. No, instead your eyes caught sight of someone absolutely stunning. Despite the bags under his eyes, he seemed so relaxed. His mane had these gentle waves that really seemed to suit him and frame his face. Even next to his violent companions, he just looked so calm. 

You needed to know who he was.

“Who’s that?” You inclined your head the beautiful strangers direction, and your friend shrugged. 

“Not sure. I don’t talk to them. They run this area, but they’re not the kind of animals you just walk up and talk to. The most I know is that the big one is Miguel, the one with the tattoos is Free, and that’s it. Those two fight more than the others, so everyone knows their names. I think the one with the face scar is Doc or something?” They shrug, and look down at your notebook. 

“I need his name,” Is this what tunnel vision felt like? You just kept your gaze on him, and even when the group began walking away, you kept watching. 

After that? You were hooked.

Your art piece began to take shape. The first drafts would end up burned in a dumpster, and you’d revisit the market, hoping to catch that stranger. You spent hours working on it, reworking it, and redoing everything from scratch. You had ideas, and the background came together first. The nitty-gritty streets, the market goers, the stalls displaying limbs severed from their owners, but something was missing. You knew exactly what, or who, it was, and you knew couldn’t finish it without him. You weren’t going to even try. You knew nothing you’d put would fit quite right, not like him. So, you visited the market again, and again. Your friend would go along, just happy for the company. The shop keepers didn’t mind you either, since your friend was a loyal customer. You’d usually buy meals and just end up giving them to your friend as leftovers and a thank you for always coming with you. 

Even though you were now a regular at the market, you hadn’t seen him again. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, and your friend refused to go deeper into the market where their hideout was supposed to be. 

Still, you persisted. 

. . .

You woke up suddenly one night. The window was cracked, cool air blowing in. The breeze caused a gentle rustling of paper, and a few pencils had rolled off your desk and onto your floor. Even so, that wouldn’t have been enough to wake you up. There was no reason for you to be awake. Yet, there was an undeniable urge forcing you out of bed and into your street clothes. 

You knew you had to go back. 

This time though, you went alone. 

You put on your shoes, and locked your apartment up tight. In your pockets were nothing but your phone and keys. You didn’t bring your book, your instincts told you that it wouldn’t be needed. You trusted them. You had to, they had gotten you this far. 

The subway wasn’t running so late at night, and you had to walk. You found that you didn’t mind. A carnivore yourself, you were at less of a risk than an herbivore would be. Even so, you knew it was stupid. You shouldn’t be going alone. You should call you friend, but you didn’t. You just allowed your feet to carry you to the market. 

You finally reached the entrance, and went in.

At this hour, even the most desperate stall owners had closed their doors. The only things that remained open were strip clubs, bars, and hotels that never questioned their patrons. It had taken you and hour to get there, and your footsteps seemed to echo on the broken cobblestone road. You were smart enough to avoid ally ways, and stay under flickering street lamps. 

You didn’t know where you were going exactly, but you just walked. You held no fear, despite the location, and just pressed onto into an area of the market to which you had never been. The streets got worse, and the buildings seemed to be watching you. 

That’s when you spotted him.

He was alone, sitting on a bench that was rusted and worn. The metal arm on one side had been broken, and parts of the seat were splintered. There was noise coming from inside a building a ways down, and you realized it was probably a bar that had stayed open for, what you could only assume, was the rest of the Shishigumi. 

He was looking up, almost as if he was trying to spot the moon that was hiding behind rooves and the bright lights of the nearby seedy hotels. It was impossible, but it still seemed like he was looking. 

You saw your chance and took it. 

You quickly walked over to him, causing him to snap back from whatever train of thought he seemed to be on. He quickly straightened his back, and eyed you. He used one arm to get up, so he could stand taller than you, and his grip made the old wood of the bench creak. 

Even in the cheap streetlights, he was glowing. You couldn’t waste this chance.

“Hi, my name is Y/N,” You continue to approach him boldly, making him take a step back in shock. He didn’t even know he’d done it. Your voice cut though the muddled quiet of the street, and seemed impossibly loud. 

“I saw you a few weeks ago in the crowd, and I uh. I’m an artist, and I’d love it if you could model for me? I have a few examples if you’d like,” You made sure to lower your voice, to make it less shocking. You pulled out your phone and held it up for him. He didn’t say anything and just took it, a little dumbstruck. 

“Hey! Those look pretty good,” Neither you nor, who you’d learn, was Hino noticed that his companions had come up behind him. Felines were known for being light footed, but it really wasn’t fair they could walk up so quietly in dress shoes. Your phone was quickly snatched away by a lion behind him, who then began showing the rest of the group.

“Hino, you’re leaving us to go do modeling? Boss is going to be so sad to loose you,” An obvious joke, and Hino tried, and failed, to snatch the phone back. It seemed Free was having a good old time paying keep a way with your phone. You’d eventually learn Agata was the one he kept tossing the phone to. 

“That’s enough,” The larger lion, Miguel, took your phone from the now pouting Free, and handed it back to Hino. Hino looked exhausted by the small exchange.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do that,” His voice was so warm. You could listen to him for days. 

“Please? I just have one piece to finish, and I really need you, I could pay you!” You weren’t going to accept defeat so easily. He seemed a little surprised by your insistence, and your questionable lack of fear. You were in a dark streetway with a cluster of gangsters. Weren’t you worried? Even a little? Apparently not, since your gaze never left his. 

“Hey, do you know who we are?” Free butted in again, as if reading Hino’s thoughts. 

“The Shishigumi, one of the gangs,” You disregarded Free’s interjection and kept your focus on Hino. One of the other lions snorted in amusement in the background.

“Please,” Hino didn’t say anything. his shoulders slumped, and he looked at your phone again, flipping through the images. They were impressive, but a lion of the Black Market? Sure his looks were used for jobs but, you seemed like an actual artist. What could you possibly want with him? The other lions seemed tense, waiting for a response. He could feel their eyes on his back. 

Hino felt even more tired, if possible. He exited out of the folder of your artwork, and began going through your phone itself. You had websites, sketches, some pictures of you and your friends. You just stood there, gaze never leaving him. He felt a lot of pressure both from you, and from his gang behind him. 

“Here,” He offered your phone back. You took it, looking at the screen. He had added his number in, but before he let go completely he gave you a pointed look. Okay, you could play it cool.

“Get out of the market safe, it’s dangerous at night,” He turned to the other lions, who began giving him various jabs about the interaction. You just looked at your phone, and grinned once they were out of sight. 

You got what you came for. 

#hinoxreader #hino x reader #beastars imagine #beastars x reader #beastarsxreader #this got out of hand #whoops #NO REGRETS #I hope it's okay!!! #I can do a part two eventually if you'd like #it's over 2000+ words so I stopped OTL #I haven't forgotten about the yafya one either #Im so excited I got to write for Hino

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Im submitting the blind date HC's cus the ask box got filled up fast

For the blind date with Miguel, I feel like Agata would be the one who set you up with him.  Lets just say the setting is that youre friends with Agata and he tells you he knows someone that you might like...  He would describe him in the sweetest way possible too.  "Aah there's a lion I know that I think you'll really like! His names Miguel and he's so reliable and strong, he even saved my life once!!  "  So before you meet him, all you know about him is his name, hes a lion, and he's someone who saved Agata...

THE DATE IS HERE😳😳😳

When you meet Miguel, he's going to look so calm and collected but he's nervous on the inside and very good at hiding it.  Being a big scary mafia man all day: easy.  Going on a date: ?!?!?!

He'll ask Hino for outfit help.  He won't wear a full suit, it'll be a button up but one of those loose short sleeve ones with a nice print and probably black or tan pants depending on the color of his outfit(I know this is super specific but I have a non-gang wardrobe outfit all planned in my mind for him LOL). A pretty simple outfit but he's going to look super good in it cus he's so muscular :3 You won't able to stop staring at his arms and the little bit of his chest that shows at the top

He would go on a date where you two can talk easily so he can get to know you well.  Lets say for this date, it's at a very beautiful botanical garden :3c.... Very cliche but he would look at you very adoringly while you look at the flowers and he would listen really closely to what you have to say about the flowers.

He likes to ask you a lot about yourself and what you do.  Are you in school? Are you working? What are your hobbies?  It sounds like prodding but he just really wants to know about you.  He remembers everything you tell him too.  Later on when he sees something that you talked about, he'll remember that you liked it and then talk to you about it.  He also wants you to talk more cus he feels like he has nothing to talk about except shishigumi stuff😔not true at all

Miguel seems super confident but I feel like once you start asking him the same questions he asked you, he would start to shy away.  Suddenly, he can't maintain eye contact.  Not to be like that but I feel like he (and other shishigumi members) might think that since he's part of a gang (or if it's after they come out of prison cus they have a criminal record) a potential partner might not be super interested BUT IN THIS BLIND DATE YOU HAVE TO SHOW HIM THAT U WANT HIM.  Don't be super pushy and show him a lot of sweet attention :3.  Put a hand on this muscular arm to let him know that youre listening to him.

He wont realize it but during the date when youre walking together, he'll unknowingly start walking closer and closer to you.  Eventually your hands will brush together and he'll try to move away but FIRMLY GRASP THAT HAND.

After the garden, he'll ask you what you wanna do and the whole day is gonna be based around what you wanna do next. You wanna eat? Let's go eat then. He'll be down for anything and is probably gonna want you to pick so he can get to know what food you like.  Tbh one thing I really wanna do with him is get boba and see his reaction to it LOL.  I feel like he has a big sweet tooth so he'll really like it and start getting it more.  Since you showed him it, he'll think of you every time :3c

As the date goes on, he's gonna start getting more and more comfortable with you and be more open.  He'll tell you about what he does in his personal time, he'll smile more at you, be more comfortable with intimacy, etc.

Also, he's gonna pay for everything on the date.  

At the end, he'll walk (or drive) you home ofc.  Assuming it all went well, he's going to really want to see you again.  He'll make plans for a second date right there😳miguel strikes me as person who doesn't beat around the bush and he knows he wants and now... he wants u.  He isn't going to show it much but he feels so good and happy.  Before he leaves, he tells you he had a good time and gives you a very nice and warm hug (and...maybe a ...kiss😳😳😳)

On all the dates after this, he's going to be so excited to see you and sometimes you catch him getting giddy in his own ways.  If youre walking towards him from far, he'll fast walk or do a light jog to reach you faster.  Rather than you talking, he'll start talking more and more.  It's all so very cute

sigh i didnt mean to write this much but my hands lose control  LOL

#AWW YISS #beastars imagines #I HAVE BEEN BLESSED THIS DAY #also the hand thing was sooo cute #FIRMLY GRASP IT #miguelxreader #miguel x reader #yall this was so cute and sweet #thank you for this!!! #submission