Yami Kawaii

Haus of Kawaii

Yami ♡ 28 ♡ He/Him

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Hayashi Yuto, first born of a Japanese father and an African American mother. Living in the Bronx of New York City, the land of opportunity. His father traveled to America in search of opportunities where his home country had lacked. There he found love and success in a restaurant of his own. With success came the desire of a family, a way to continue their legacy and hand down everything he had built with his own hands.Their first child was Hayashi Yuto. Yuto had always been a peculiar child. Relishing in his fathers joy of being a boy and the first born, most if not all of his fathers expectations laid heavily on his tiny shoulders. From the moment he could walk, it seemed he was already disappointing his father. Hiding in his mothers dresses, insisting on 'girly' colored clothing or hobbies that did not relate to his father. In his worry, his father pulled away and in his abandonment, came 2 more disappointments in his eyes. 2 sisters barely a year apart. A 6 year age gap between him and his sisters. With the stress of his business and compounded worry of his legacy. His stress needed an outlet and an outlet was found in his family.First only verbal in Yutos youth. Small mistakes became huge errors. Every low grade was met with compounded punishments and when he could finally take it. A well placed slap across his knuckles. His free loving life was cut short at 12 when their mother suddenly passed of breast cancer, and grief was stacked onto his fathers compounding worries. His fury raged as everything Yuto did was met with retaliation in some form. His hobbies are now forced into traditional disciplines like martial arts or music. No longer were the days where he would spend nights with his sisters playing barbies. He now sat silently in the corner of his fathers restaurant and did nothing but work, study or help being extra hands for customers inside the restaurant.In Yutos head he hoped it was all temporary. But as he aged, the fury only grew. His verbal attacks became more physical. His anger being turned towards his sisters, he would find himself actively using himself as a shield for them. His forced hobbies became a blessing in disguise in those moments. Home life became turbulent, every sound made by any of them seemed like it would set their father off. Their fathers restaurant slowly deteriorates with his mental state. Yuto needed an out.It happened gradually. Happenstance if you will. Rummaging through his fathers old things and finding a makeup kit that belonged to his mother. He opened it in curiosity, thinking fondly of the days he would watch her doll herself up. He took the kit to the bathroom and looked at it for a long moment. Quietly making up excuses for himself, 'I need to cover a black eye' or 'I wonder if it's any good' did he mimic his mothers swipes of a brush with the old product on his face. it was messy, the color match was awful, but swiping her cherry red lipstick across his lips.. he felt relief for once in his life.Thus it planted a seed. It wiggled itself deep into Yutos heart. Playing hooky from martial arts practice to sneak off to drug stores. stealing money from his fathers tip jar to purchase cheap makeup. Makeup he would wear deep into the night. Store clerks taking mercy on his poor ineptitude at least equipped him with the proper tools to achieve better looks for himself, for his comfort. The joy he felt from the idle compliments and meaningless nightly connections where he felt he could take a moment to be himself. This behavior grew. It grew to wearing womens clothes, expressing himself more blatantly. influenced by his late night haunts, content with thinking he was being 'weird' but 'loved' for being a 'freak' until he stumbled upon a Ball.People just like him from wall to wall, not just enjoying but celebrating what made them different, glowing in the light because it made them feel special. He was enthralled, but it was too late to stay after his discovery. He needed sleep for school the next morning, but that same evening he threw himself back at that location and it's like the party never stopped. Soon he found himself dancing and jiving with everyone's rhythm. melting into the crowd feeling welcomed, feeling safe. He returned there regularly. Making new friends, connections that will last a lifetime. On one fateful night did he finally get noticed by a drag mother. The Mother of the 'House of Kawaii'. Was it the lighting? or the air in the room, or the fact he had caught him red handed with a makeup brush trying to blend away the bruise on his cheek, laid by his father earlier that day. His drag mother gave him solace. A second home, security he had lost before. He was grateful truly for everything he would stick his neck out to do for him but he couldn't abandon his sisters.. until he was forced to.One fateful night. After supposedly coming home from martial arts practice, his father sat stewing in their living room. The box of Yutos stuff strewn out revealing the makeup and women's clothes he kept hidden. Once Yuto walked in and saw it, his blood ran cold. He stood there still, unsure of what to say, what lie he could tell. All his father did was walk up to him slowly. brush some makeup off Yutos face with his hand, seeing the smear of foundation on it before laying his hand across his face hard. The hit was hard enough it sent him to the floor. Yuto was still too stunned to speak before his father was rushing him out, throwing his things out onto the ground outside their house. pushing him out violently, threatening his life if he ever tried to come back. Using the fact he was 18 to get rid of him for good, digging into every insecurity he planted into him, hoping his 'F^g of a son' would fail himself just as Yuto failed him.Abandoned and alone, Yuto had no other place to turn to except back to his Drag mother who welcomed him with open arms and a well of tears. Dealing with the mix of emotions of failure and relief, his drag mother helped him pull himself together, helped him finish his degree and got him started in a community college not too far from their abode. He shared a home with 5 others, all sharing expenses, some days harder than others. Lights would sometimes be off and food rationed but it was home. There he gained a new name, earning it after he placed first in his category at the Ball. Earning him the name of Yami and taking the last name of his house. Yami Kawaii.In his adult life, he graduated with honors with a fashion degree, able to sew and design his own outfits as well as his fellow Kawaii house members as long as they gave him the materials. In this life you do what you need to do to get by and that included sex work on occasions. His designs sold for some extra cash but to get money you need to put in money for this type of work and most times that money is for bills. Despite that he made close connections with people who were in similar situations, perhaps trauma bonding through all the hardships. The experiences helped him build character, empathy and unfortunately high walls. Yet he was compassionate to those who were resilient enough to see through his honeyed words and bravado and saw someone who adored being loved and loved hard, back.

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Voice claim: Kuya Nu:Carnival (With subtitles)