_{well, he’d be very confused, first of all. and then he’d get flustered because oh god what do??? what is this. izumo is not a flirty type of person. we’re talking about the guy that would probably almost choke to death on a mouthful of rice if shizune smiled at him. he’d probably stutter out some sort of excuse as to Why He Can’t Stick Around and then bolt for safety}

    _{“I mean… they’re… it really wouldn’t be fair to generalize, would it? I thought I was straight until fairly recently.”}

    _{it depends on who gets into bed first, honestly? though it doesn’t really matter because in the end izumo ends up clinging to kotetsu like a damn octopus}

    _{i mean i have some pretty broad headcanons, but nothing specific. i think that they definitely focus on the other a lot?? there’s a lot of verbal communication involved and an inherent respect for certain boundaries (regarding izumo’s leg, mostly.)}

    _{of course, them being in a healthy, loving, give-and-take relationship, i’d imagine that they switch off being ‘top’ and 'bottom’?? it’s important to explore what your partner likes best, of course, and it’s also good to try different things.} 

    _{regarding kinks or anything of the like, i think they’d definitely– test the water carefully? izumo always seemed to be a more vanilla guy to me, but you never know! i think that’s something they’ll have to delve into together as their relationship progresses.}

    _{those are just some general thoughts on what i think they’re like. thank you for the question!!}

    _{…….. tending a garden together comes to mind}

    _{COUGHS VERY LOUDLY.}

    _{–and that’s just about all he can handle for the moment. Angrily, he slams down his paperwork, chair skidding out from behind him as he stands.}

     _{What could he possibly say to that? Izumo hesitates for barely a moment, before turning on his heel and storming off. That’s enough feelings of inadequacy for one evening.}

    _{The words don’t quite register at first. And then they do, and he reels back, eyes sharp and searching. He almost wants to reach down to where plastic meets flesh, hidden straps and suspensions under his clothes, concealed by both fabric and his own heart.}

    _{It hasn’t hurt in months. Not since the weals scarred over, smooth and white, skin growing back as naturally as if half his leg had always been missing. Of course, Izumo knows otherwise. It’s disgusting, unnatural– ugly. It’s ugly.}

    _{Izumo’s lip curls in a defensive sneer, and he wills away the maelstrom of sickness and insecurity that threatens to rise to his mouth instead of words.} 

    _{“Fuck off.”}

    _{[ COUGHS. ]}

    _{“Freckles. In the shape of a heart.”}