Danish Bronze Age elite buried in fancy woolly hats and shawls, 3,500-year-old graves reveal
High-status Bronze Age Danes wore intricate wool clothes that were made hundreds if not thousands of miles away, to show how well-travelled and wealthy they were. The first wide-scale study of wool clothes from the period has revealed how this elite class began to emerge in the 2nd millennium BCE.
The most famous of the elite western Danes is one known as Egtved Girl. She was between 16 and 18 years old when she died in 1370 BCE. She was buried wearing a tunic and skirt, a large bronze belt plate decorated with spirals, a delicate earring, a comb and a dagger.
This finely made outfit was preserved, like many others in the region, thanks to the unique conditions created in her burial mound. A layer of iron that was deposited around the oak coffin she was buried in helped to create an oxygen-free and acidic environment around the body. This killed off any microbes that would otherwise have started to break down the materials. Read more.
Stopping at the top of the stairs, she turned around, her hands flying to the back of her thighs as she tugged down at the fabric. A cheeky smile spread across her face as Mr. Jeon looked up at her from the bottom of the stairs, frowning. He cleared his throat.“I don’t understand why I have to remind you every time I see you, Miss (Y/L/N),” he scolded as he continued to make his way to the top of the stairs where she stood patiently. “You’ve been here for years and yet-“
She laughed, running a hand through her hair. “I know, I know,” she dramatically sighed, “But how else would I get Mr. Jeon’s attention?” she asked. He stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets, a blue clipboard snug under his arm. She couldn’t help but stare at his light brown hair that matched with the pale blue tie wrapped around his neck.
Jungkook gave the girl a small smile, “As flattering as that is (Y/N),” he cooed, “Wearing your school skirt as if it’s a belt doesn’t attract any good attention from me.” He stated with another (rather fake) smile. The young teacher stepped pass and continued to make his way to the second floor of the building. The hallways were simmering down as students began settling into their first class, only a few students scattered around the halls in search for their room. It was a peaceful Monday morning in which Jungkook had the first class off, taking his time to leisurely stroll around the school to his office before having to scold a young girl.
(Y/N) was a good student. Good friends, good grade and a good report. Nothing out of the ordinary appeared in her life. However, it was no doubt around the school that she had started to develop an interest on the young transfer teacher from the city. Jungkook had noted the long stares sent his way during his classes.
“I was just kidding!” (Y/N) laughed, following Jungkook with a pep in her step. Her skirt, now slightly above her knee flowed as she skipped next to Jungkook. Trying to avoid her curious stares, Jungkook continued to make his way to the teacher’s staffroom- his safe haven.
“I like you, Mr. Jeon.”
He chuckled, “Well I am a good teacher.”
“No, you know what I mean…”
His feet picked up the pace as he tried to avoid her confession. But with no surprise, she picked up her pace to match his.
“And you know that you are my student.” He quipped.
(Y/N) opened her mouth again, ready to protest before Jungkook swiftly turned around, bumping into her. She let out a squeak before taking a step back, “Jungkook-“
“Mr. Jeon,” he corrected, eyes narrowing.
She smiled sheepishly, “Mr. Jeon. I’m just saying that you’re not even that much older! Plus,” she added, holding up one finger, “I’ll be graduating in almost a month!”
Jungkook adjusted the knot of his tie, the white button down shirt moving with him, revealing toned arm muscles. (Y/N) looked away quickly before he could notice the peachy hue across her cheeks. “(Y/N), just because you’re graduating soon does not mean that I’m interested in pursuing a relationship with you,” he said, “Why don’t you go after someone like Namjoon or Jimin?” he asked.
A look of disgust erupted within her, “Namjoon? Jimin? They’re just friends.”
Jungkook laughed before turning away from her, a perfect view of his back presenting itself. Fishing inside his black dress pants he pulled out the silver key, to unlock the staff room door. Swinging it open, he looked over his shoulder. (Y/N) stared into his back, admiring every inch of his body. He smirked, clearing his throat. “Go to class (Y/N).” he ordered before pushing the green door behind him.
It gently closed with a click and (Y/N) was left staring at a blank door. A small frown placed upon her lips as she turned on her heel and began walking off to her first class. In a flash, the innocent pout had instantly turned into a smile, “Stupid Joy,” she chuckled.
Jungkook planted himself into his desk chair with a thud, a loud sigh escaping his lips. Taking a sip of his coffee, his eyes locked onto a small penguin post-it note pinned into the cork board above his desk. The small penguin his co-workers gave him after his second week of teaching at the school.
‘Number of confessions for Jungkook’
Chuckling (and almost spilling his coffee), he placed the white mug down and reached for the little note. With a small smirk, he clicked open his pen and scribbled out the number and replacing it.
The class was silent when (Y/N) opened the door. Ms. Kwon turned away from the board, frowning as she glanced down at her wrist watch. “You’re 15 minutes late (Y/N)…” she pondered before she looked up at her,”You’re never late?”
(Y/N) let out a laugh, scratching her cheek, “I had to go to the bathroom,” she muttered.
Ms. Kwon nodded, pointing at (Y/N)’s desk, “Write this down then.”
Nodding, (Y/N) bee-lined towards the empty seat as everyone looked at her. It was strange to see a punctual girl like her to be late. 15 minutes late too. Embarrassed and annoyed, (Y/N) unpacked all her belongings and settled into her desk. Why did Jungkook take so long to get to school? She thought.While Ms. Kwon began to write on the board again, (Y/N) leaned over to the desk in front of her.
“Joy,” she whispered.
Dark hair brushed her friend’s shoulders as she turned to face (Y/N), an excited look on her face. “Well?” she asked, “Did you do it?”
Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) nodded. “Yeah and I made myself extra clingy, now give me the money!”
Joy grimaced, “Damn, you really are cheap.”
(Y/N) grinned, shoving her hand in Joy’s face, “A deal is a deal.”
With a huff, the older girl reached into her blazer and slapped a crumbled note into (Y/N)’s wavering palm, “Can’t believe you confessed to Mr. Jeon for $10,” she mumbled, “Where’s your pride (Y/N)?”
She laughed, shoving the money into her blazer pocket, “I don’t mind losing a little bit of my pride for extra cash, Joy.” She explained, “At least I was pretending. What more if I actually liked Jungkook?”
It was a Tuesday morning when you stood outside of the
classroom, back leaning against the wall. The early sun shone strobes of light
through the hallway windows. The corridor was alive with students shuffling
around, shoes squeaking against the freshly polished floor. You waited
patiently for Joy. “How long does it take to pee?” you mumble, kicking a piece of
paper around the ground, hands shoved in your pockets. You and Joy were making
your way to Ms. Kwon’s class before Joy had run off to the bathroom without
The whole morning you were getting various looks from
different students around the school. Even walking towards the gate, you had
encountered a bunch of girls looking at you curiously. Maybe it was your un-brushed
hair or scrunched up socks. Sleeping late last night definitely showed its
rough consequences. You sighed, untangling your hair by running your fingers
through the strands. Ten minutes had gone by and the hallways had started to
grow quiet. Quickly glancing into the classroom, you couldn’t see Ms. Kwon
inside yet so you remained still. Before turning back into the hallway, you
caught Namjoon and Jimin staring at you before chuckling and whispering to
themselves. You scoffed, wondering what they were up to.
Looking over your shoulder, Jungkook stood in front of you
alongside Min Yoongi. You gulped. “Good morning, Mr. Jeon,” you greeted,
lifting your back off the wall and fixing your hair once more. Jungkook smirked
at your fussiness before adverting his gaze back to your classmate.
“I heard you’re really good at English (Y/N),” Jungkook
stated. You nodded, shifting your gaze to Yoongi. His hair was dyed blonde and
his top two buttons were undone. Noticing your stare, Yoongi met your eyes and
gave a sly wink. You silently cringed at the gesture and looked up at Jungkook.
“Well,” he said, “How would you like to help out Mr. Min over here?” he
suggested happily, wrapping his arm around Yoongi. You watched your classmate
pull a face of disgust before shrugging his elder off.
“I told you not to treat me like a baby, Jeon,” he muttered,
shoving his sleeves above his elbows. Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head.
You gulped once more. Teach? English? To Yoongi? You couldn’t
even imagine the scenario. Yoongi kept to himself most of the time in class.
You always noticed he had earphones in as he sat at in the middle of class,
dozing off. You recall the amount of times Namjoon and Jimin would poke fun at
him whilst he slept. It was so common that even Ms. Kwon allowed him to sleep
as long as his music doesn’t disturb the class. You never had any significant
interaction with him. Besides the one time where you bumped into him as he was
sleeping and all he mumbled was, “Annoying.”
You blinked, “Help Yoongi with English?”
Jungkook nodded, “Just for a while until he gets more confident
in his exams!”
“I do fine in my exams,” Yoongi said.
“You got a C,” Jungkook quipped, “plus you spelt ‘Ugly’ in English as ‘Jimin’.” Yoongi chuckled, eyes everywhere but on you. You continue to
stand awkwardly in front of the two. Where the hell was Joy?
“So,” he said, “Can you do it?” Jungkook asked.
His hair was neatly styled today, unlike yesterday. A sleek
side part that had split his usual rugged bangs into two neat curls that
revealed his forehead. His tie was a dark red with white tiny embroidered
flowers. You had to admit that he looked good today.
Yoongi gazed at your pondering face, “Look, you don’t have
“Okay,” you said.
Yoongi’s eyes slightly widened, “Okay?”
You met his gaze and smiled, “Yeah, why not? It’ll be fun, I
guess,” you said. You waited for a response from the blonde but no emotion
radiated off his body.
Jungkook released his grip from Yoongi and clapped his hands
together, “Great! Thank you (Y/N)!” He grinned at you widely and then turned to
Yoongi, “If your grades go up by 15% by the end of the month, (Y/N) will stop
tutoring you, deal?”
Yoongi stared up at Jungkook, a blank expression stamped
onto his face, “Deal.” Jungkook reached out and shook Yoongi’s hand with a
“No way!” Joy screamed.
You hummed, taking a spoonful of yogurt into your mouth. The
sweet honey flavour made you close your eyes for a bit. After your encounter
this morning, you couldn’t help but think about Yoongi and all the possible
scenarios that could take place.
“Yes way,” you said. It was already the middle of the day
and you felt exhausted. You sat down with Joy on a bench outside one of the
school blocks. It was your favourite spot for the both of you. Fairly quiet
with the sun shining brightly. You sighed, “I don’t even know how to teach him
English without him chopping my head off…” you mumbled, swirling your spoon in
the little tub of yogurt.
Joy huffed, “What are you on about?” she asked as she sipped
on her banana milk. “Yoongi is nice!”
You raised an eyebrow at her, “What did you just say?”
She rolled her eyes, “He’s just reserved. Just because he
doesn’t dick around like Namjoon and Jimin doesn’t mean he’s instantly some
mafia king,” she explained.
Again, you were mesmerised by her choice of words, “Mafia
“You know what I mean!” she whined, taking another sip of
her milk through a straw.
Joy was your one and only best friend ever since you had transferred
at school one year ago. Being the new student isn’t always easy and you were
grateful that the girl with dark hair and bubbly eyes had captured you as her
best friend. You loved her and her crazy vocabulary and you were inseparable
You scrapped the remaining yogurt at the bottom of the
container, “Don’t you have a crush on Jimin?” you asked.
Joy’s eyes shifted to the trees around her, “I don’t recall
ever stating my feelings towards Park Jimin.” You laughed, leaning over to
flick her forehead. “Ow!” She huffed as she shoved your arm away, earning
“Whatever,” you sighed, “It was just weird that Jungkook had
asked me and not someone like Taehyung or Wendy.” You glanced down at your
wristwatch. You had a few minuted left before class started again. You kicked
at the green grass beneath your feet, wondering.
“Maybe he likes you, Jungkook I mean,” Joy said as she began
to fold the straw into weird shapes. “Maybe your confession opened his mind up
and now he has a crush on you too,” she giggled.
Joy flinched as you leaned over only for you to rest your
head against her shoulder. “You know I did that as a bet Joy,” you reminded
her, playing with your fingers.
She hummed, “Sure.”
You frowned, “What do you mean ‘Sure’?”
Joy lifted your head up and you whined. She smiled, “(Y/N)
you’re telling me that you never had a crush on Mr. Jeon?”
You gasped, “What? No!”
She smirked, “Every time I look at you, it seems like you’re
imagining what he would look like naked.”
You gagged as Joy laughed at your reaction, “Never! Plus,”
you added, pointing a finger at her,” You’re the one that imagines Jimin naked
every time he talks in front of the class.”
4 o’clock had hit by the time you were sitting in the
library. The smell of paper had filled your lungs with a happy smile. The
school library was nearly empty as students had decided to go home. But you
remained at the spot Yoongi had promised to meet you at in the morning. You
glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Did he forget?” you asked yourself. You both had agreed to meet fifteen minutes ago.
Another five minutes had passed by and you decided to pack
up your things. Before you slipped your bag on, a familiar blonde head had
rushed into the doorway. “(Y/N)?!” he yelled out. The few people in the library
had turned their heads to the puffed out Yoongi. The librarian, Mrs. Kim frowned
at his tone.
You raised your hand awkwardly, not wanting to attract
further attention. Yoongi looked around before laying eyes on you beside the window. A small smile
erupted from his face as he made his way towards you. “Sorry I’m late,” he said
as he planted himself in the chair across from you, “I had to make a call.”
You nodded, sitting back down into your chair.
Yoongi noticed your bag on your back, “Were you going to
leave?” he asked in a weird tone. You couldn’t read his face whenever he did
You shook your head as he raised a brow, “I thought you
weren’t coming so I was going to go eat,” you explained before taking off your
bag.You noticed his lack of reply so you smiled at him, “It’s okay though! You’re here now.”
As you dug into your bag for your English book, Yoongi watched
you silently. A blank expression still on his unreadable face. Your hair was
messily tied in a ponytail and your cheeks were flushed with a pink hue.
“Yeah, I’m here now…” he mumbled to himself.
“So what is an adjective?” you asked.
“A word that describes a noun.” Yoongi replied.
“An example?” you asked.
“A pretty flower,” he said.
You smiled, “Good!”
You had been teaching Yoongi for almost an hour in the
library. Everyone had gone home including Mrs. Kim. The sky was fading into a
swirl of orange and blue as the light had dimmed inside the building. After a
few more paragraphs of reading and writing, you leaned back into your chair and
stretched your arms, reaching towards the ceiling.
You sighed as you craned your neck to look outside, “It’s
getting dark, we should call it a day.”
You looked at Yoongi with a satisfied smile, “Good work,”
Yoongi paused before closing his books, “Thanks.”
The school felt a bit different when it was the late
afternoon. No one was screaming or laughing. There were no teachers scolding
Namjoon and Jimin. Joy had to leave after school in order to make it in time
for her shift at the local café. The world seemed to be a bit quiet with just
you and Yoongi walking out of the school gates. You noticed Yoongi had one ear
bud in the whole time you were studying up until now. “What do you listen to
all the time?” you asked.
Yoongi who was in a daze had turned his attention towards
you, “Music,” he said.
You chuckled, “Must be nice music.”
You came to halt at the front of the gates and Yoongi gave
you a look. “I’m taking the train so I’m going down this way,” you explained as
you pointed to the other street. Yoongi nodded but didn’t say a word. You gave
him a small smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow then, same place and time?”
He nodded again.You waved before turning away from the quiet blonde and
began walking down the street.
“Good job today (Y/N).”
You stopped in your tracks and gazed over your shoulder.
Jungkook walked up to you with a smile on his face, “I finished marking papers
the same time as I saw you awkwardly waving Min Yoongi goodbye.” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes and continued walking, Jungkook by your side.
You scoffed, “It was not awkward.”
Jungkook tilted his head to the side, “It kind of looked like a
puppy learning how to shake its owner’s hand for the first time?”
A laugh escaped your lips and Jungkook smiled down at you. The streets
were quiet as you both continued walking down the empty street. You tried not
to be too obvious of the glances you were giving him. Jungkook’s sleeves were
rolled messily up his arms and his tie seemed to be loosened around the collar.
His hair was no longer sleekly parted but ruffled and dishevelled.
“Don’t you drive, Mr. Jeon?” you asked curiously, not making
eye contact with him. The gentle afternoon breeze hit the both of you, your
hair sweeping against your neck.
“I like to take the train most days,” he said, “Only the
late afternoon trains though, so I can avoid girls like you.”
Your eyes narrowed, “Girls like me?”
He nodded, drumming his fingers against the strap of his
shoulder bag. It was ridiculous how young Jungkook looked. He looked more like
a student than anything else if it weren’t for his tie and fancy dress shoes.
You wondered what Jungkook looked like as a high schooler. Probably a coconut with glasses.
“Girls who confess to me and then follow me wherever I go,”
Running a hand through your flowing hair you sighed, “Mr.
Jeon that was a bet, I hope you realise that I don’t actually want to follow
you wherever you go.”
Jungkook stopped on the sidewalk, making you look back with
a curious glance.
“A bet?” he asked.
You nodded as he continued to walk by your side, “Joy said
she would give me $10 if I confessed to you without throwing up.”
The young teacher laughed, one hand on his stomach as he
leaned forward. “How desperate were you?”
You laughed, joining him in a small fit. “Hey! $10 is a lot
for a teenager!”
Jungkook continued to laugh as he held two hands up in defence,
A few minutes of silence had passed before he asked you, “Why would you throw up?”
You looked up at him, “Why would I like my teacher?”
Jungkook chuckled as he looked up at the fading sky, “You’re right.”
By the time you reached the station, Jungkook and you had
your fair share of laughs. You both stood on the platform, waiting. As
the train pulled up along the platform, Jungkook glanced at his phone before
gasping, “Crap! I’m supposed to be on the other platform!”
You laughed at his face as he looked up at the little
display that had all of the train routes and times, “Mr. Jeon are you serious?”
He nodded as the train doors opened and people stepped out.
A man walked out onto the platform. Not paying attention to you, he bumped into
your small frame. Stumbling back, Jungkook gripped onto your arm.
“Are you okay?” he asked as you stared up at him. His face
was too close to yours, a smug grin on his face. Embarrassed, you shook him off and regained your
posture. You sputtered, “Yeah thanks.” Stepping into the train carriage, you
turned to face Jungkook. He smiled, one hand waving gently. A mischievous gleam was his eyes as the corners
of his lips were curled upwards. You raised an eyebrow.
Jungkook remained on the platform, standing in front of you.
“A part of me hoped it wasn’t.” he said, slipping his hand back into his pockets.
You tilted your head to the side, “Huh?”
As the train doors began to close in, Jungkook’s smile grew. Your chest felt weird. You didn’t notice your hands balled up
into clammy fists against your skirt. You also didn’t notice the breath you’re holding. All you could see was Jeon Jungkook, your teacher, smile up at you with eyes you couldn’t look away from.
“A part of me would like to hope that it wasn’t a bet, (Y/N).” he said with a smile as the
train door fully closed. You watched, stunned as his figure began to disappear.
What would you think the phantom thieves would look/act like if they were the opposite gender?
Now this is the stuff I live for lol. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, so thank you for sending this!! ^^ I hope you like it!
Note: Instead of using GIFs, I made collages to try to help with visualization. They’re awful, but I hope they somewhat help. lolol This will be LONG, so please grab a snack/water!
WARNING: mention of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.
Akira is the same stoic, sassy, and spontaneous person; however, the feminine version’s raven hair is fluffier, and it ends just below her shoulderblades. She’ll usually tie it half-up in a bun, allowing her bangs to fall over her forehead.
Glasses of various ebony frames are her go-to accessory; her favorite is the cat-eye, and she only wears them for special occasions.
Black tights are always under her skirts/dresses; in addition, she adores classy styles, minimalism, and modesty (think Audrey Hepburn).
Akira would rather put more effort into accessorizing; jewelry, shoes, and charms for her carry-on (gifted by her friends) are things she enjoys adorning herself with.
As far as makeup goes, she keeps it very minimal and natural. Her routine is composed of foundation, eyeliner, lip balm, and mascara; she’ll also include neutral eyeshadow if she’s feeling up to it.
Honestly, she doesn’t even need the mascara since her lashes are so long; one of her quirks is fixing her glasses because her eyelashes bat them if they’re pushed too far up on her nose.
Akira still has onyx doe-eyes, and her eyebrow game is so strong that she doesn’t even need to fill them in.
The fact that she’s so pale makes it difficult to find foundation, so she opts for moisturizer or BB cream.
She twists and plays with her hair quite a bit, too.
Her nails are kept natural with a clear top coat; however, she’ll use black nail polish if she’s feeling particularly bold or rebellious (which is usually on calling card days).
Akira’s figure is lean, as she doesn’t gain muscle very easily; she’s well-endowed as far as curves, but she’s very discreet about it.
She won’t hesitate to call people out when they’re out of line, but she is very sweet and affectionate toward the people she cherishes the most.
Although, her concept of affection manifests in the form of incessant teasing and flirting, much to the disdain of her friends.
Their reactions are so endearing to her; all of them stutter and blush like fools.
Mishima is her favorite to tease because he gets extremely flustered, and she nearly made him faint once.
In addition, she’ll do it to Akechi too, and due to his quick thinking he’s the only one that can match Akira’s witty repartee. but if you listen closely you can hear him screaming on the inside
Sojiro’s easier on her than her male counterpart.
Akira doesn’t pay attention in class at all; alas, she always manages to achieve the top score of her class.
Her coffee is laden with sugar and cream because she needs her fix of sugar. She’ll drink it black if she needs a boost, though.
She buries her true feelings and opinions deep within her; she believes they are unimportant and a hindrance to her analytical thinking.
And… it’s not like anyone would care about what she has to say, anyway. She’s been branded a ‘criminal’, after all…
Akira tries very hard to act like a leader for her teammates and project confidence; therefore, she tends to be a perfectionist, and she’ll overwork herself to the point of exhaustion. Morgana’s the only one that knows; that’s why he’s constantly urging her to rest and take care of herself.
As Joker, she feels much more free as well as genuinely confidant. Her teammates still scold her for being too reckless and flashy.
Her Metaverse outfit is the same, except her pants are slightly more form-fitting and she lets her hair down. She also has star-shaped cuff-links.
She’s the embodiment of ‘do it for the vine’, in reality AND the Metaverse.
Her intuition is spot-on and she’s very open-minded; as a result, she’s hesitant to make decisions or judgments until she obtains all the facts.
She’s a good girl that loves her friends; treat her right.
Ryuji’s hairstyle is a layered blonde bob, and the length is usually maintained between her chin and shoulders.
She sports an athletic, slim figure since she’s so active, and her legs would make even god weep with how incredible they are.
In addition, she’s she shortest in the group. Akira’s taller than her just by a hair. because she fluffs her hair like the cheater she is
A six-pack is hidden under her tank top.
She’ll abide by the school uniform for girls, but she’ll wear knee-high baseball socks with her signature white Converse high-tops.
Grunge is her style, so she adores fashion items such as flannel, combat boots, and beanies. She’s been known to wear fishnets, too.
Piercings line her earlobes and her nails are painted black.
She doesn’t wear much makeup other than eyeliner and mascara. she looks flawless with or without it hoo girl
Ryuji’s hands are always in her pockets, and she leans on walls often.
Her posture is far better than her counterpart, but she still has a slight limp.
She’s always hungry; she could eat three bowls of ramen and she still wouldn’t be satisfied. let her eat
If you look deep inside her carry-on you’ll find her stash of gummies and chocolate. She’ll say it’s for Ann, though.
A scowl is typically etched on her face, but when she smiles…
She puts the sun to shame. and it makes Akira blush
Cursing is an art she is well-versed in, and she’s constantly mouthing off to anyone that tries to pick a fight with her or her friends.
However, she has a heart of gold, and she’s actually quite sensitive under her tough exterior. She’s prone to pinning blame on herself, and she’s very insecure despite her energetic disposition.
She’s actually quite sharp and observant, but her ‘in-the-moment’ approach to life comes off as ‘stupid’ or ‘careless’ when in fact it’s the opposite.
When she’s Skull, she wears a black bandanna over her hair and she wears black knee-high heels similar to Captain Kidd’s (Mary Read?), except Ryuji’s have crimson buckles. Other than that, everything else about her thief garb is the same.
She still hates Akechi with the passion of a thousand suns, and she doesn’t see his appeal at all. that’s a lie but she’d sooner die than admit it
Ann is the tallest out of everyone in the group, and his ashy blonde hair is styled in an undercut because he has to remain trendy for his job as a model. The Thieves love touching his hair because it’s soft and wavy.
He has high cheekbones, a prominent jawline, and eyes that contain all the beauty of the sea; it’s no wonder he’s a model. pretty boy
His body type is svelte with lean muscle, especially in his biceps. it’s from holding up his game system
Ann has a radiant and dazzling smile that could give angels a run for their money.
The girls check him out all the time, and he just chuckles as he playfully flicks their foreheads. He’s in no position to judge since he checks them out too, but only when they’re not paying attention.
Similar to the female version, he wears scarlet pants, the school’s blazer, and Dr. Martens.
During the summer, he wears Converse sneakers, denim skinny jeans, and a crop top with a flannel shirt wrapped around his hips.
He loves wearing beanies, too.
Ann shares Akira’s fondness for accessorizing, so he wears long necklaces, studded earrings, and bracelets/watches.
His wardrobe is 70% fashionable jackets/hoodies and 30% everything else.
More often than not, everyone will steal his outerwear, but he doesn’t really mind; he’s very tolerant and forgiving of his friends.
He always chews bubblegum in class while he plays games on his phone.
If he’s not playing on his phone, he’s raging on his handheld game system or he’s reading comic books.
His arms are usually crossed, or he’ll simply stand with one hand on his hip.
Ann will lend Ryuji his flannel in exchange for her stash of sweets, even though he already has sweets in his bag. greedy
Regarding his love for sweets, he is shameless; the opinions and odd glances of others mean nothing to him, and he’ll boldly order his chocolate crepe with extra whipped cream.
In addition to being very charismatic and cheerful, he’s quite lonely at times as well since he’s ostracized for his looks.
That’s partially why he’s so loving toward his friends; they looked past his appearance and saw the beautiful heart within.
Ann makes the mood of the group, so he attempts to remain optimistic with the hope of motivating them.
He’d protect Shiho with his life, and he worries about her on a daily basis.
As far as his Phantom Thief outfit goes, it’s now sleeveless and it accentuates his muscles. The cutout for his chest still remains. he kills everyone because he’s so attractive
A living breathing goddess
Yusuke fashions her hair in a long, tidy braid. in honor of concept Yusuke
Her soft, shiny hair brushes her waist when it’s down, and her bed-head is actually the worst out of the group. Naturally, it looks amazing on her.
Yusuke has the best nails HANDS DOWN because she garnishes them with the most lovely nail art. She offers to paint everyone else’s, too.
Her sense of style is quite similar to Akira’s: minimal, but elegant. She chooses basic colors (mainly blue or neutral colors), and she’d much rather accessorize.
As a matter of fact, her mother left her with the most breathtaking diamond-encrusted earrings that shimmer and dance as they catch the light. Wearing them makes Yusuke feel closer to her mother.
She’s typically seen wearing ballet flats, tights, and a skater skirt with a thin belt for the purpose of fastening her keys to it. The color of the clothing is black, aside from her snowy white dress shirt that she tucks into her skirt.
Makeup is not included in her routine as she can’t keep up with the expenses, but Yusuke has a certain weakness for liquid eyeliner me too, and she applies it flawlessly.
She’s the second tallest of the group, about the same height as Makoto.
Her figure is very slender since she can’t afford to eat, and aside from strolling around the city, she doesn’t exercise much. i want to take care of her
Grace is in every footstep she takes, and her poise is ethereal.
Her skin is as smooth as a baby’s; no one knows how she does it. doctors hate her for it
People don’t approach her because she’s so intimidatingly beautiful, plus her reputation as an ‘eccentric’ precedes her.
Yusuke seems rather ostentatious and pompous on the outside; on the contrary, she is passionate and humble.
Solitude takes its toll on her from time to time, so she unreservedly absorbs herself in painting or sketching without a care for her well-being.
Smiling becomes abundantly more common for her after she befriends the Thieves, and whenever she does…
Her earrings mysteriously glint, even when there is hardly any light.
She initially requested that Ann model for her since he’s unbelievably handsome, but she considers asking Ryuji or Akira because they’re exquisite as well.
Yusuke’s soul is drawn to ice cream regardless of gender. reblog if you ship yusuke x ice cream
She’s very independent and she refuses to be a burden on others even though she struggles (financially and emotionally).
The Thieves offer to pay for her work to alleviate some of her stress, and with a bit of persistence, she accepts; Yusuke earns money, the Thieves receive an OUTSTANDING painting, and it’s a win for everyone.
Taking walks with her friends is one of her favorite hobbies, but she’s hesitant to ask since she assumes they have more productive things to do. She asks anyway because she truly enjoys their company.
It doesn’t take her long to realize that her friends sincerely reciprocate her affection, and that they value her for who she is rather than what she can offer them.
As Fox, she is exceptionally confident, insightful, and quick to make decisions or take initiative when it’s vital.
Her sleeves remain puffy; however, her pearly collar is now off-the-shoulder, and a red ribbon is laced in her braid. She also dons a black satin choker.
Since the bottom half of her jumpsuit is fluffed around her thighs, she can’t help but wonder if her already wide hips appear even wider. yusuke you’re shdfg gorgeous???
Makoto is supremely handsome and he sports a bowl cut. His facial features are keen and his ruby eyes are sharp.
In addition, he’s pretty stylish, and his favorite accessories are brimmed hats and simple ties.
He wears chocolate lace-up ankle boots with the assigned school pants. An ebony vest is worn over the school’s signature white turtleneck.
He actually has quite a fondness for turtlenecks and cardigans. it’s his entire wardrobe
Makoto will always remain the mom friend, even as a male.
He is extremely protective of his friends, particularly the girls, and he’ll put pads/tampons in his carry-on for their sake. marry me
That doesn’t embarrass him in the least, but the Buchimaru pencil case at the bottom of his bag does.
Like the female, he’s studious and erudite; most students are intimidated by him because he emanates a fierce air of dignity.
However, he feels as though his best never seems to be sufficient enough, and his insecurity is exacerbated further when people compare him to his sister.
He adores and respects his sister tremendously; furthermore, he assists her in any way he can, and he secretly works at a part-time job to cover his expenses.
Makoto’s slightly more defiant when people order him around, but he ultimately submits because he’s easily guilt-tripped due to his caring and perfectionistic personality.
He’s very private since he doesn’t want to burden anyone any further, and the only time he can relax is when he listens to music in his room.
He’ll even dance sometimes, and he’s surprisingly talented at it.
As King, he is more dominant and tactical. He tends to be quite smug about it, too.
His outfit is the same, but everyone was flabbergasted by how muscular he is. His shoulders are very broad, and his spiked shoulder pads complement them well. oh no he’s hot
Needless to say, everyone checks him out during battle because that’s when his muscles flex and bulge out of his jumpsuit; furthermore, Fox implores King to model for her, and he just stutters as he breaks out into a sweat.
No one comes to his rescue, either.
He brings nutritious snacks with him into the Metaverse to keep everyone vigilant.
King is the designated piggyback driver, as well as the normal driver. He refuses to do it in public (unless they give him puppy eyes). a god among men
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Futaba’s body type and facial structure are quite androgynous, so he’s constantly mistaken for a girl.
His fiery hair nearly reaches his waist when it’s down, so he ties it into a bun while keeping his bangs loose.
Cutting and maintaining his hair is the least of his problems, especially when he can’t even bring himself to get out of bed most days.
The group will brush and braid his hair when they hang out at Leblanc.
His face is spotted with freckles.
He’s taller than Akira, but shorter than Haru, thus making him the shortest boy.
The difference in attire is that he wears ripped skinny jeans rather than shorts, and his boots come up to about mid-calf. He’s a casual punk.
His headphones are persistently blasting EDM. same
Futaba’s more extroverted as a male; however, his stomach is in knots every time he interacts with people and his mind is reeling with paranoid thoughts.
Even online, he’s quite nervous about speaking to people.
His brilliance is apparent, though, and he’ll correct others if their information is inaccurate.
He’s an encyclopedia in human form, using his copious accumulation of knowledge to answer any question thrown at him.
One of his favorite pastimes is hacking into his friends’ computers/phones to send them horribly edited pictures or memes with absolutely zero context. me @ myself
Male Futaba is still untidy and snack boxes are littered throughout his room. It drives Makoto insane.
Haru is fascinated by his Phoenix action figures, and the two eventually marathon the show together. They’ll randomly recite quotes, too.
He’s created several well-known indie games, and a few awful simulators. He made a fox and lobster simulator just for Yusuke. she enjoyed it
The Sims is his all-time favorite game, and with the company of Akira and Ryuji, he’ll create the most hideous characters and set them all on fire just for laughs.
Speaking of which, Futaba adores making his friends laugh; it makes him feel loved and wanted.
He’ll offer tips to Mishima regarding the improvement of the Phan-site out of the kindness of his heart. it’s out of pity
They get along quite well, and both of them can and will relentlessly crush anyone at video games.
His Oracle outfit is the same, except he clips his bangs out of his face, wears a hood, and he carries snacks in his pockets as well as Necronomicon.
Necronomicon ends up cleaning up after him.
Haru wears bowties and he is unafraid to wear his pink sweater. A dress shirt is underneath, and the collar, along with the sleeves, protrude from his sweater.
He abides by the dress code in regard to his trousers; however, he wears black and white oxfords with stars strewn across them. His style is very flamboyant.
Like Futaba and Makoto, he lacks piercings.
His body type is slim yet fit, thanks to his nutritionist and personal trainer.
Haru’s strawberry-blonde hair is kept short and curly; even when it’s unkempt (very rare) it still looks trendy and sleek.
He always smells like flowers.
Male Haru is no longer engaged, rather, he is threatened and beaten by Sugimura.
The abuser harasses him often, stating that he’s going to destroy the Okumura name, and that he’ll use Haru as a puppet before selling him as a slave.
Haru’s father is not concerned in the slightest; he simply says that Sugimura is just ‘acting out’.
Part of the reason Haru wears such modest clothes is to disguise the bruises.
Due to his abuse, he has difficulty placing his trust in others; besides, people only seem to like him when they want something, right?
Despite everything, Haru remains very soft-spoken and well-mannered. It’s in his nature.
When he’s with his friends, his dimpled cheeks ache from laughing and smiling so much. good
He’ll take Yusuke out to luxurious restaurants; they share similar palettes, and it’s an excuse to feed her.
He is the one that gives the best hugs, by far.
Noir’s attire consists of the same coloring as the female counterpart; the differences are that his vest covers his chest and a rose brooch adorns the upper-left side, his cravat is arranged in the shape of a bow-tie, he sports thigh-high musketeers boots with golden embellishments along the seams/edges, and his puffy purple bloomers are neatly tucked into his shoes. it looks really cool in my head
Noir’s inner sadist is revealed; he’s exponentially more dominant and relentless on the battlefield than his female counterpart.
He’s also more vocal; he’ll taunt, chuckle, and smirk during the entire confrontation.
He really can’t help himself; he just feels so alive and powerful, which is something he doesn’t experience in his daily life.
The rest of the Thieves understand and don’t judge him too harshly. since they’re guilty of it too