Tag: Jikki

Shipping Headcanons for Defense Club

AmiXKaede– kind of my OTP right now, tbh. Their relationship breaks  a lot of customs for manga relationships: for one thing the two rescue scenes churning in my head for later in time.

IkuoXMakoto– Because I do a little. Icky, for me, could actually pair with any of the characters, to different degrees. I don’t have an OTP for him r/n but this is cute in my mind.

JikkiXMakoto- because, as I said in another post, Ji gets a bit of a crush on him. This realtionship would be super awkward though, since Viva has mentioned seeing Makoto as gay where Ji is heterosexual but trans.Still, if character developement were to work out, they seem like they might be p cute.

JikkiXIkuo- Because he is a big strong man and basically Jikki’s type. They’re really good friends and part of a band, so Icky gets to see another side of Ji that even Kaede rarely sees. I like them as friends more so, tbh. 

KaedeXMakoto– mainly I see them as friends. I don’t think they would make a great romantic pair, personally, but I do think they care for each other.

AmiXMakoto- another friend thing, though Ami probably intimidates Makoto a lot based on how loud he is. I don’t see them meshing romantically thus far.

I will update if more characters get tossed into the mix. 

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The blonde boy received the book back from Makoto and tucked it under his arm. He also turned back to the girl and pushed the red head aside after he helped her to her feet. Before she could react, the boy had seized her arm again and, with a sickening ‘pop’ snapped it back into place. He took off up the stairs then paused and turned to Makoto.

“Thanks.” He grunted, then disappeared behind the corner.

The girl had not gotten the chance to answer Makoto, and, after her arm was un-dislocated, whipped her head back in the sudden surge of pain it brought. As she did, her entire head of black hair came loose and fell into Makoto’s hands.

“Oh. Oops,” her voice suddenly dropped a few octaves, “ I’m Mori, Ami. Nice to meet you!”

The shove didn’t bother him; Makoto was more that used to that kind of treatment. Years and years of bullying did that to him. But if that didn’t make him cringe, then the boy relocating the girl’s shoulder did. Makoto paled when he heard the sickening crack.

Patiently, he waited for the girl to get to her feet again, expecting a rather over-the-top response. And then that happened.

The wig landed in his hands and his brain froze. Wait…what? Not that he had a problem with wigs, but then the girl (?) spoke octaves lower and his eyes bulged in alarm.

“Uh…hi.” He started off, disoriented, “Nice to meet you, M-Mori-san…I’m Makoto…Fujioka…uh…” He glanced down at the wig and then at Kaede, bewildered. “Are you  a…crossdresser…?”

Ami’s eyebrows jumped into his wet bangs and he threw his head back laughing. 
“Haha! Aw man, your face!! you hah Ahee-youch! Wha wazzat for?!”

Kaede had flicked him in the forehead: right in the middle. She faced him down, with her nose nearly touching his

“All things considered, it was a perfectly valid question. So quit laughing an answer it, hm?”

He stepped back and rubbed his forehead, pouting, “Geez. No, not normally,” he brightened, turning to Makoto, “Why, are you?”

Flinching from the sudden noise that came from Ami, Makoto couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved that Ami had come to his defense. He shook his head. “No…well-my mom used to dress me up as one when I was little, but no, I really don’t. Not that that’s a bad thing really. I just don’t find it appealling myself.”

He held the wet wig (which he considered holding at an arm’s length now) out for Ami to take again. He winced when the wet tips brushed against his shoes. “Uh..was there some other reason you were then…wearing this wig?”

Ami took the wig and tucked it under his arm. “yeah, I was trying to be stealthy but I guess Icky figured it out. He probably maybe might not have popped my arm off if he thought I was a pretty girl~,”

The bell rang for the start of class.

“Crap, I’ve gotta change! See you later Fuji-kun, and thanks for coming to my defense!~” he ran off daintily, skirt fluttering.

Kaede couldn’t help watching him go. She admittedly had a thing for guys in skirts and dresses. She couldn’t help it. 

“Oh yeah, we’d better get to class." 

"R-Right…” Makoto trailed off, still staring apprehensively at Ami running down the hall in a skirt. Were all the people in this school like this? He really hoped not. Then suddenly, he stiffened, realizing Ami wasn’t the only one late to class.

“Wait, we’re also late then!” He spluttered and quickly, grabbed Kaede by the wrist to drag her down the hallway. “Come on, we’re gonna get in trouble if we don’t hurry!”

The two of them scurried to their homeroom and slid in just as Sensei got to Makoto’s name in the role.

“Oh, there you are Fujioka, I was wondering whether you two got lost. Just grab the seats with your name cards. Alright, Furoku, Mei?”

He continued on with role call. The desks were randomly assigned, and Makoto’s was next to that of a girl in a pale yellow hoodie. She was making faces at Kaede who only shrugged and twiddled her pencil in response.

For a second there, Makoto thought the girl in the yellow hoodie was making faces at him. Had he already  done something to offend her? Catching her eye, he pointed at himself questioningly before following her gaze. To Kaede.

Ah. Well, that made sense. Flushed with embarrassment, Makoto grabbed his astronomy book out of his book to read, while Chapman-Sensei continued roll-call. Sorry, he mouthed to his desk neighbor.

She saw his silent apology and stiffened awkwardly. Not at the apology, per say, but more so at the flaming red hair stuck to his skull. She’d never seen a natural redhead before.

“Uh. It’s ok.” she squeaked and pulled the strings of her hoodie to enclose herself in a scrunched cave. Not before she sneaked a peek at his name on the desk, however. Fujioka Makoto… 

Jikki tentatively mentally added him to the “cutie” section of her “guys I know” list.

Still blushing from mortification, Makoto stiffened when he realized he must’ve made the girl awkward. Good going there Makoto! And it’s only the first day of school too! Burying his head into his astronomy book, he refused to look anyone in the eye, especially the girl in the yellow hoodie. He was half attempted to ask to go to the bathroom to calm himself.

But then that would mean drawing attention to himself, which was something Makoto really didn’t want at the moment. Unfortunately, he got some anyways. “Something wrong, you two?” 

Jumping out of his seat, Makoto was startled to see Chapman-Sensei smiling above him- the teacher had heard the entire exchange.

Jikki looked up at the teacher and pulled her hoodie down,straightening her hair with clunky fingers. 

“Ah, no sir. Sorry,” she noticed Makoto’s book slide off the table while he wasn’t looking and land with a thud, “I’ll get it…" 

Jikki scooched her chair over adn bent over to lift the heavy text. Looking away from his face, she held it out to Makoto as a peace offering.

"Here… sorry I didn’t catch it before it fell…”

“Sorry I’m late, sir!” A familiar looking boy slammed open the door and bowed exuberantly to Chapman sensei, nearly knocking off his glasses which had not been on earlier, “Mori, Ami at your service!”

On a hunch, Kaede, who had been watching Jii and Makoto interact with curiosity, glanced at the name plate for her desk partner. Mori Ami. Surprise surprise.

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The blonde boy received the book back from Makoto and tucked it under his arm. He also turned back to the girl and pushed the red head aside after he helped her to her feet. Before she could react, the boy had seized her arm again and, with a sickening ‘pop’ snapped it back into place. He took off up the stairs then paused and turned to Makoto.

“Thanks.” He grunted, then disappeared behind the corner.

The girl had not gotten the chance to answer Makoto, and, after her arm was un-dislocated, whipped her head back in the sudden surge of pain it brought. As she did, her entire head of black hair came loose and fell into Makoto’s hands.

“Oh. Oops,” her voice suddenly dropped a few octaves, “ I’m Mori, Ami. Nice to meet you!”

The shove didn’t bother him; Makoto was more that used to that kind of treatment. Years and years of bullying did that to him. But if that didn’t make him cringe, then the boy relocating the girl’s shoulder did. Makoto paled when he heard the sickening crack.

Patiently, he waited for the girl to get to her feet again, expecting a rather over-the-top response. And then that happened.

The wig landed in his hands and his brain froze. Wait…what? Not that he had a problem with wigs, but then the girl (?) spoke octaves lower and his eyes bulged in alarm.

“Uh…hi.” He started off, disoriented, “Nice to meet you, M-Mori-san…I’m Makoto…Fujioka…uh…” He glanced down at the wig and then at Kaede, bewildered. “Are you  a…crossdresser…?”

Ami’s eyebrows jumped into his wet bangs and he threw his head back laughing. 
“Haha! Aw man, your face!! you hah Ahee-youch! Wha wazzat for?!”

Kaede had flicked him in the forehead: right in the middle. She faced him down, with her nose nearly touching his

“All things considered, it was a perfectly valid question. So quit laughing an answer it, hm?”

He stepped back and rubbed his forehead, pouting, “Geez. No, not normally,” he brightened, turning to Makoto, “Why, are you?”

Flinching from the sudden noise that came from Ami, Makoto couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved that Ami had come to his defense. He shook his head. “No…well-my mom used to dress me up as one when I was little, but no, I really don’t. Not that that’s a bad thing really. I just don’t find it appealling myself.”

He held the wet wig (which he considered holding at an arm’s length now) out for Ami to take again. He winced when the wet tips brushed against his shoes. “Uh..was there some other reason you were then…wearing this wig?”

Ami took the wig and tucked it under his arm. “yeah, I was trying to be stealthy but I guess Icky figured it out. He probably maybe might not have popped my arm off if he thought I was a pretty girl~,”

The bell rang for the start of class.

“Crap, I’ve gotta change! See you later Fuji-kun, and thanks for coming to my defense!~” he ran off daintily, skirt fluttering.

Kaede couldn’t help watching him go. She admittedly had a thing for guys in skirts and dresses. She couldn’t help it. 

“Oh yeah, we’d better get to class." 

"R-Right…” Makoto trailed off, still staring apprehensively at Ami running down the hall in a skirt. Were all the people in this school like this? He really hoped not. Then suddenly, he stiffened, realizing Ami wasn’t the only one late to class.

“Wait, we’re also late then!” He spluttered and quickly, grabbed Kaede by the wrist to drag her down the hallway. “Come on, we’re gonna get in trouble if we don’t hurry!”

The two of them scurried to their homeroom and slid in just as Sensei got to Makoto’s name in the role.

“Oh, there you are Fujioka, I was wondering whether you two got lost. Just grab the seats with your name cards. Alright, Furoku, Mei?”

He continued on with role call. The desks were randomly assigned, and Makoto’s was next to that of a girl in a pale yellow hoodie. She was making faces at Kaede who only shrugged and twiddled her pencil in response.

For a second there, Makoto thought the girl in the yellow hoodie was making faces at him. Had he already  done something to offend her? Catching her eye, he pointed at himself questioningly before following her gaze. To Kaede.

Ah. Well, that made sense. Flushed with embarrassment, Makoto grabbed his astronomy book out of his book to read, while Chapman-Sensei continued roll-call. Sorry, he mouthed to his desk neighbor.

She saw his silent apology and stiffened awkwardly. Not at the apology, per say, but more so at the flaming red hair stuck to his skull. She’d never seen a natural redhead before.

“Uh. It’s ok.” she squeaked and pulled the strings of her hoodie to enclose herself in a scrunched cave. Not before she sneaked a peek at his name on the desk, however. Fujioka Makoto… 

Jikki tentatively mentally added him to the “cutie” section of her “guys I know” list.

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The blonde boy received the book back from Makoto and tucked it under his arm. He also turned back to the girl and pushed the red head aside after he helped her to her feet. Before she could react, the boy had seized her arm again and, with a sickening ‘pop’ snapped it back into place. He took off up the stairs then paused and turned to Makoto.

“Thanks.” He grunted, then disappeared behind the corner.

The girl had not gotten the chance to answer Makoto, and, after her arm was un-dislocated, whipped her head back in the sudden surge of pain it brought. As she did, her entire head of black hair came loose and fell into Makoto’s hands.

“Oh. Oops,” her voice suddenly dropped a few octaves, “ I’m Mori, Ami. Nice to meet you!”

The shove didn’t bother him; Makoto was more that used to that kind of treatment. Years and years of bullying did that to him. But if that didn’t make him cringe, then the boy relocating the girl’s shoulder did. Makoto paled when he heard the sickening crack.

Patiently, he waited for the girl to get to her feet again, expecting a rather over-the-top response. And then that happened.

The wig landed in his hands and his brain froze. Wait…what? Not that he had a problem with wigs, but then the girl (?) spoke octaves lower and his eyes bulged in alarm.

“Uh…hi.” He started off, disoriented, “Nice to meet you, M-Mori-san…I’m Makoto…Fujioka…uh…” He glanced down at the wig and then at Kaede, bewildered. “Are you  a…crossdresser…?”

Ami’s eyebrows jumped into his wet bangs and he threw his head back laughing. 
“Haha! Aw man, your face!! you hah Ahee-youch! Wha wazzat for?!”

Kaede had flicked him in the forehead: right in the middle. She faced him down, with her nose nearly touching his

“All things considered, it was a perfectly valid question. So quit laughing an answer it, hm?”

He stepped back and rubbed his forehead, pouting, “Geez. No, not normally,” he brightened, turning to Makoto, “Why, are you?”

Flinching from the sudden noise that came from Ami, Makoto couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved that Ami had come to his defense. He shook his head. “No…well-my mom used to dress me up as one when I was little, but no, I really don’t. Not that that’s a bad thing really. I just don’t find it appealling myself.”

He held the wet wig (which he considered holding at an arm’s length now) out for Ami to take again. He winced when the wet tips brushed against his shoes. “Uh..was there some other reason you were then…wearing this wig?”

Ami took the wig and tucked it under his arm. “yeah, I was trying to be stealthy but I guess Icky figured it out. He probably maybe might not have popped my arm off if he thought I was a pretty girl~,”

The bell rang for the start of class.

“Crap, I’ve gotta change! See you later Fuji-kun, and thanks for coming to my defense!~” he ran off daintily, skirt fluttering.

Kaede couldn’t help watching him go. She admittedly had a thing for guys in skirts and dresses. She couldn’t help it. 

“Oh yeah, we’d better get to class." 

"R-Right…” Makoto trailed off, still staring apprehensively at Ami running down the hall in a skirt. Were all the people in this school like this? He really hoped not. Then suddenly, he stiffened, realizing Ami wasn’t the only one late to class.

“Wait, we’re also late then!” He spluttered and quickly, grabbed Kaede by the wrist to drag her down the hallway. “Come on, we’re gonna get in trouble if we don’t hurry!”

The two of them scurried to their homeroom and slid in just as Sensei got to Makoto’s name in the role.

“Oh, there you are Fujioka, I was wondering whether you two got lost. Just grab the seats with your name cards. Alright, Furoku, Mei?”

He continued on with role call. The desks were randomly assigned, and Makoto’s was next to that of a girl in a pale yellow hoodie. She was making faces at Kaede who only shrugged and twiddled her pencil in response.

Because these two are pretty good friends eventually.

Note on Jikki: she is a trans woman and was brutally bullied in grade school (we’re talking cigarette burns and worse). Like Kaede, she is a scholarship student and comes from a less wealthy section of the city (her neighborhood isn’t terrible but it has more dangerous potential than Kaede’s), but she had to work much harder to get in because she doesn’t have the greatest memorization abilities. Because she is quiet and shy for the most part, she is often overlooked, but she actually thrives on stage: unlike Kaede who has major stage fright.  Though she sticks to painting, mostly, Jikki loves to sing and her bro taught her guitar.

Ikuo writes the songs.

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Name: Jikki Tanaka

Age: 16

Birthday: September 31st

Nickname/honorifics: Ji-Chan, Tanaka-san, Jikki-san

Family: Lives with her father and has two older brothers, one of which is a college student

Body type: Small and slight with a flatter chest and very flexible and acrobatic

Assets: Speed and agility-is a multi discipline or hybird artist who mainly uses her intuition and creativity instead of a specific style. She is very hard to catch because she understands her weaknesses. 

Weaker Points: She lacks strength and resistance so can be taken out by a well aimed, powerful hit. Normally avoids getting close enough for this to happen and prefers to jab and run. Doesn’t do well in close proximity hand on hand.

Likes: Sweet foods- ice cream, red bean mochi, fruits, cakes, syrup

video games-very good hand eye, tennis, cats and foxes, artwork, painting, history, architecture

Dislikes: Sitting still for something she doesn’t like, too salty foods, fried eggs, running long distance (does it anyway), violence, inequality, ugliness (gore, meaness etc)

Personality: sweet, quick to anger, action instead of words, protective, submissive but not a push over, somewhat gullible, sometimes paranoid, emotionally dependent on her friends and therefore loyal

Love interest(s): Completely open

Other/Additional info:  She’s quiet and a bit jumpy, gets caught daydreaming often in class. She is of average intellect, and therefore has to study quite a bit to appease her dad. She was bullied a lot in elementary school and is grateful to Kaede for helping her. Considering having her be a trans woman.