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spontaneousglitterbees · 2 years ago

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Welcome to the New Age

[TAPP AU Masterpost]

The following fic goes into descriptions of canon character death and resulting Angst; reader discretion is advised. NDRV3 spoilers ahead!

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Your eyes have pried themselves open three times now, wide, still seeing nothing.

The green-grey lights clouding the hangar feel scalding hot on still-clammy skin. You know you should be cold; freezing, in fact, but the Strike-Nine curled back a finger of the monkey’s paw on your behalf. You wonder if your gentle exhales fog the underside of the metal slab looming over you from this distance. It’s not as though you can check.

The smell of motor oil, sawdust, and far too much copper will probably never leave your lungs.

You find yourself wishing you had control of your hands. The lid of the press has been descending for ages. A mechanical whirrrr of struggling gears loops over and over, notes discordant with themselves in a canon, yet it never actually gets any closer. Deep down, you know it never will. Misery is kind of the point of punishment.

There’s little else to do but figure that much out. Your back has adhered to the spot where you lie (and lie, and lie-and-lie-and-lie), bleeding through Kaito’s borrowed jacket that will invariably see much worse. Stuck. Stationary. You can’t even fidget, let alone etch an epitaph in the gummy-rubber texture of the hangar floor. It’s nearly enough to make you consider whether Yonaga really was right.

… You miss Angie, really.

You miss a lot of people.

At least they aren’t here, echoes the thought through the barren room.

You briefly indulge the thought of cyan light streaking in through a rising garage door, the sound of footsteps smacking dents into soft, dirt-encrusted polyurethane with urgency. The shift of fabric against fabric of a suit as the detective drops to his knees at your side. He would be within arm’s reach, if your arm would move. Of course you can’t comfort him now that you want to.

Misery. What part of ‘punishment’ do you not understand?

What’s worse is the ghost of his hand over the side of the metal slab. It doesn’t adhere to logical geometry anymore; it is simultaneously still lowering, and hovering just above the tip of your nose, and snapped as a trap over your still-lying form. You are both the scattered remnants of a human being and perfectly fine, whole, all of your vitals approximately where they’re supposed to be. Hell is a quantum state where everything is both true and false simultaneously, and you cannot open the box from the inside.

His hand ghosts over your press (it’s part of you, now, as much of you smeared on its hidden surface as lying beneath), and you want to force it open. Not to show him your last neat parlor trick, but to knock him flat on his ass and get him away from you. The world cannot be yours, but this hangar is. You’ve carved out the territory in your own blood. Get your own headstone, you cheap bastards.

You want to laugh. You do, because if you aren’t laughing you’re crying, and if you have to hear your own strangled voice resound up over the catwalks and metal beams to the high ceiling and back you will start a one-man riot.

Then you are reminded that you can’t laugh, because you lack any control at all of this body you’re locked in, and you loathe that you’re being kept from the keys.

If you didn’t know better, you’d swear Shuichi just said something. That’s a lie, of course, because Shuichi is alive, and outside, and even if he isn’t he’s certainly not headed wherever it is you are now. You are never going to see Saihara again, and the ghosts you hear pounding on the inert slab with a calloused metal CLANG! are simply the demons here to torment you. They’re mean. Saihara-chan is so mean.

As is Momota-chan, and the two of them together gathered around gawking at your punctured chrysalis are twice as bad as either alone.

“I know you’ll pull through this! I believe in you!” Liar.

“You aren’t alone. I’m sorry.” Liar.

“Do you want to die?”

Well.

You do not know what is keeping the wraith from reaching through and grabbing you by the throat. You’d welcome the change of pace, at this point, dizzy with the anticipation, sick to your stomach without recourse. You know better, really, but part of you is certain you can feel cranial fluid leaking from your ears and sizzling on this oversized hotplate. You’re tired.

You are tired, and vaguely aware you’ll never wake up.

(Momota-chan is mean, but it’s a lie to call him cruel. If he really wanted you to suffer, he wouldn’t have taken that third bolt. It should have lodged in your heart. If he only wanted to avoid Harukawa’s condemnation he could have just shoved you away, but he took the shot for you instead. At the last minute, he’s won your game: he’s cemented a space in your thoughts, for what little life you had left and for eternity afterward.)

Here you lie at the start of a little journey through forever, and you are already sick of it. So much for your willpower, your determination, any conceivable quality that would make you anything beyond a piss-poor leader; DICE wouldn’t take you back.

You can’t even remember their faces anymore.

(Did you ever know them in the first place?)

You have eons upon eons here to lay by yourself— unbothered at last, no intervening idiocy to be found, you did it, you pushed everyone away. Isn’t this what you wanted at the end? Eons to ruminate and reflect on every bad thing you have ever done.

At least it keeps you busy.

(Did they ever have faces for you to know?)

The killing game becomes a blur. You find yourself pausing and re-playing the memories like an old scratched-up DVD of a movie lovingly, clumsily cobbled together by a clueless hand with all the default settings enabled. Fond memories of fifteen classmates crowded around a long breakfast table project onto the metal sheet above you in rough camcorder quality. Trembling, home video taken with unsteady hands where all ten pixels slide in mesmerizing array, you took a long sip of grape soda and nobody spoke to you. It feels correct. Disappointing, maybe, but this is the way things are.

They offered you a plate. You, as usual, try to quietly refuse (because you are a burdensome child, because everything they try to get you to eat makes you feel more nausea than not eating at all, because you are unreasonable, because good children cannot taste the consistency of something more than its flavor, because you make problems on purpose but never in a fun way) and are swiftly overturned. You know your place is not to make demands. Some people need to have their hand held through life, and you had the fortune to have one extended to you before you became un-salvageable. You know better than to reach out for it now. There is no point even twitching your fingers anymore; that gracious hand never reaches back these days.

You aren’t sure why you brought your camcorder to such a scattered excuse for a family dinner. The sheen of novelty still hasn’t worn off. It was a birthday present, after all, and even if neither it nor you are capable of making anything worthwhile the idea that you might drives you to preserve the memory. It keeps you busy. Everyone in the house takes dinner to a separate space. Yours is currently sitting on your corner cushion with an opaque water bottle secretly filled to the brim with gas-station soda. You’ve grown to hate the lingering syrup stuck to your tongue, but it keeps you awake and you can always drown it out with another swig. After a long day, it hits. Not good or well, but precisely where it needs to.

(One in the upper right arm, one in the center of your back, and one …?)

Where is everyone?

Where are you?

You can imagine the pound of footsteps one-after-another launching you up the staircase, pulling the door too-softly shut behind you. You have nothing worth hiding, of course, but you can’t very well have anyone seeing your work-in-progress; it has to be perfect. You can almost feel the button cave in beneath your fingertip as you release the USB-A to plug your little toy into the computer. The spring seems crunchy today. You aren’t sure why you shiver; it’s still the tail-end of June.

This is going to be the one. Maybe the footage isn’t much, but if anyone can spice it up, it’ll be you! You have an eye for making things engaging, so you’ve been told (and never shown by anyone under the age of whatever-impossible-age-teachers-are, sixteen at least, right?) but this one, this one will be the one to really grab attention, and people will like it, and if you’re lucky they might even talk to you. All according to plan.

You say this every time you invent a new magnum opus, sure, but you have a good feeling this time. First, you show your classmates your movie. They’ll watch it, be so impressed they just have to gush to you about it, and you can keep them on the hook long enough to start to get to know them. That’s when you hit them with the promise of friendship, and you all can do all kinds of things from there. Hangout spots in big trees in the park (one of them has to be tall enough to help you climb, you’re quick but your upper-body strength isn’t enough to get you beyond the first couple branches yet), codenames, secret handshakes; you can play games together! You can wear matching outfits, and make movies, and make more friends, and they’ll all look at you and you’ll hold them all together, because if there’s one thing you’re good at it’s clinging to your status quo in the face of overwhelming odds. It’ll be incredible, you just know it. Maybe if you do well enough, there will be enough of you to play Werewolf, or Mysterium, or Coup, or maybe you’ll put together a full party—

The d20 you’ve been stimming with, idly smoothing over between the fingers of your right hand, comes down with a clatter and bounces across your desk. Huh. Strange.

Of all the shiny math rocks in your collection, you don’t remember any bright magenta dice.

Flecks of hot pink slough off on each impact with the hard surface. Plink, plink, plink.

Clack.

You try to blink the encroaching color out of your vision.

Natural one.

You can feel the stress limit of your bones down to the fourth decimal place. You tense up, attempting to brace for impact, but absolutely nothing is touching you while it rends you limb-from-limb and keeps going. The white-hot agony you feel as splinters of you break free, each cell another part of you desperate to roll out from under here and get-out-get-out-get-out, even if they can’t do it together, supersedes the temptation to pretend someone is outside waiting for you.

No. You may be angry with them, or disappointed, or at the very least uncertain what it is you feel for them, but you even hope Momota is well out of the splash-zone. Off of that awful catwalk and its CLANGK-ker-kCLANGs. Off with his sidekicks, somewhere. Maybe they’re sitting in a courtyard, and Kaito helps Shuichi into a tree (Maki had beaten them both to it and decided to watch them figure out the logistics) and they watch the stars move overhead together, breathing in the crisp night air in late August, and pretty soon you’ll have that new project of yours in a state to show off….

You find you take refuge in the idea of stars. They’re cosmic happenstance, ambivalent the same way as the rest of the universe, distant and impersonal, but even a static image is still new to you. You were always too busy looking at other people to look up. The only way you could survive out there was to meticulously study the fine details of an expression in your every conversation. You streamlined the tricks and tells that passed for signals into your muscle memory because, unlike for most, they were never innate for you; you had to be certain to echo emotional information to people in a way they were certain to understand. It had to be perfect. Why would you ever waste the time to look up at a universe that did not have an opinion for you to care about?

Now it’s all you can do. Lying on your back, eyes open, or shut, or both-and-neither, you stare unseeing. Somewhere past the hydraulic press, beyond the high ceiling, beyond the LCD-sky, there are stars. You’re looking their way now. Forever. The survivors will see them for you.

You do not care if it is a lie. You choose, against your better instinct, to believe it.

The remains of your nerves seem to have gone supernova; what was the worst pain you ever knew melts away into nothing. You don’t feel anything at all. Not relief. Not floating. Just the absence of sensation.

Before you have a chance to fully process your new state of non-being, blissfully, it seems your tenacity has finally run out. You are surrounded by a bright, white light.

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Kaito Momota never thought he would be a killer.

Most people tend not to, certainly, though Kaito is well aware he tends to pick more fights than average. It was always a far-flung possibility, technically any young man fit enough to be an astronaut can generate the force vector required to do something everyone involved will regret, but if you had asked him. Well. Within the first minute of uploading to TAPP, during which “Kaito Momota” Began, he would likely have been too dazed to respond with much other than confusion. And the second minute after being uploaded to TAPP, during which significant alterations to the code finished uploading and “Kaito Momota” as he is known today Began, he never would have thought himself morally capable of it.

But it was, by strictly literal definition, a murder. A murder he committed. Successfully.

Though, also in a strictly literal sense, that murder saved his victim’s life. Had Kokichi gone much longer without dying, the likelihood his data would reflect the symptoms of blood loss and poison damage in the physical world (or worse yet corrupt irretrievably) would have risen dramatically by the second. 'If anything,’ Momota mutters under his breath, 'you should be thanking me.’

But Kaito didn’t know that at the time. Kokichi still doesn’t, and it was his idea.

The irreverent young man kicks his feet up onto the folding chair in front of him. A mass of sheets and blankets threaten to swallow the still-breathing shape in the hospital bed whole. Ouma practically blends in, already ghastly pale on a good day, the only color to his face a deep, bruised purple under the eyes.

Rantaro will be happy (or, at least, interested) to know Kokichi’s eyes are open. Again. For the third time in as many weeks, the kid remains almost entirely unresponsive save for a blank stare at the ceiling. After the second false alarm, Kaito has steadily been… no. No, the improbable is possible, even if it’s hard to keep spirits high. There’s still a chance these little fits indicate the Ultimate Pain-in-the-Ass is at least a little closer to waking up. He has half a mind to gently coax those violet eyes closed because it would really suck to wake up to a horrible case of dry-eye, right? himself. Then it looks like he’s just sleeping for once in his life. Kaito can hardly fault him for that.

Granted, he has to mentally prepare himself to do it; Kokichi is alive, his heart monitor is right there, and yet still Kaito searches for the slow rise and fall of his chest. It’s not like touching a dead body. In fact, can’t you just hear him insist you’re flirting with him, screwing up the oxygen mask laughing, ‘nishishishishi’….

Kaito is no longer afraid he will be haunted by Kokichi. He already is.

“Only a grade-a bastard can make you miss a sound that irritating, so you gotta get back here and atone. Got it?”

He does not expect a reply. He leaves room for one anyway.

“… Do you do this on purpose,” Kaito asks the smattering of abstract brushstrokes hanging in a frame on the opposite wall. Ouma is… too fragile, like this. The thought ambles forward. Nothing good comes of saying it out loud, he knows, but there is no-one around to hear but the boy who can’t. "I swear, Ouma, if you found a way to lie about this too,"

… Then what? What will you do, Kaito? Would you get your hands dirty, again, this time for keeps? Is that the kind of person you are? Is it who you’ve become, or is some degree of violence-as-problem-solving innate within you? So deeply ingrained that the person you used to be was willing to be replaced for an opportunity to be something he could be proud of…

Kaito scrolls through a custom RSS feed on his phone. It keeps his line of sight away from the center of the room and blocks out the thoughts he’d rather not consider with an unending wall of text. He mindlessly flicks his finger over the glass, ignoring three-then-four message notifications flashing at the top. It’s no secret where you are. You have come here almost every morning since the rest of you emerged from TAPP and plunged back into society. All of us make it out means all of us, no matter what.

He still believes that. He still curses his previous self, though, for promising it. It took him a good five minutes on the staircase to get up to the second floor, and every step hammered in the thought that much more: if you can’t do this, what else can’t you do anymore? You can’t, be the, SHSL Astronaut if, you stop part, partway up the stairs to breathe. You’re making terrible time leaning on the rail like that. Thing is, doubling down, makes it worse and. Hh. It took a puff of his inhaler to smooth out his breathing. God, if you can’t do this then what do you honestly expect to do for anyone else?

Besides, when on-record has anyone managed to tell Kokichi Ouma what to do?

Most of the class has accepted that Ouma is going to die. It makes the most sense. Even the school is questioning what to do with him. Something about an inability to track down a next-of-kin, for reasons that are certainly none of his business (Kaito will definitely be listening out for). But he has a vice grip on hope. The impossible is possible, after all!

(… Even if that’s only a lie you tell to yourself to keep going.)

If there’s one thing you know about Kokichi, it’s that the guy does not know when to quit.

Besides, it’s nice to have somewhere to go in the mornings. Kaito still insists on getting moving at oh-too-early, so used to exercise drills he may-or-may-not have ever actually had to do that he naturally wakes an hour or two before sunrise. The distinct feeling of his chest being scraped out with a wire brush has only barely deterred him from insisting on a morning jog. Even then, it only worked in combination with a couple trips to Tsumiki’s and the persistent chastising from his sidek–

His. Friends.

They’ve always been his friends, of course. But crashing back to Earth, the real Earth, and landing in a strange translucent pod, meeting the concerned eyes of curiously spectating-specters he watched die makes a man feel significantly less in-control of a situation, you know?

(You had just killed a child. And it reminded you, strapped in for one last ride, that you were also a child. You all were.

You weren’t sure what exactly you expected would happen once you finally succumbed to the itch ingrained in your lungs, but ‘blearily sit up to see a room of your walking, chattering dead classmates and your unconscious very not-dead sidekicks, then Angie cheerfully beckoning everyone to crowd around you and help you stand before they cash in on their bets’ was not on your bingo card. It also clarified absolutely nothing. Ryoma? Kaede?

… Why was everyone passing whatever they’re trading to Miu?

“Where’s 'kichi?” You asked the clowder of teens before you really registered I am both alive and can speak without spitting up my own blood. Nobody else seemed quite as confounded by that information as you were. They were all far too busy looking at one another in dead silence, expressions morphing with slow-encroaching horror.

Kaede stepped up to break the tension.

“We thought you were the victim.”)

Friends. Not sidekicks. He has to keep reminding himself.

His best friends keep chastising him for jogging when he really shouldn’t, but a little common sense never kept Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars sedentary for long! The infirmary isn’t even that far from the dorms, allowing for a reasonable, he swears, leisurely walk over. He even gets to pass through the courtyard garden, taking in the fresh air.

The heavy, humid late-summer air.

They can’t all be winners.

Most mornings, his routine starts early. The kind of early where:

About 4:30 AM, to the minute without an alarm clock, he jolts awake and rushes to get acceptably dressed, hurrying down the stairs. All the while, he checks his pockets meticulously for his phone-wallet-keys, in that order.

5:05 AM he opens the door of the dorm complex and realizes that it is raining today, and he is wearing slippers.

5:11 AM he comes back up to the interior welcome mat of the building in shoes less likely to fall apart in this weather (now that their uniforms are, presumably, not infinitely re-stocked) and with the foresight to grab an umbrella on the way out and under the jet-black pre-dawn sky.

5:15 AM Kaito is reminded that the rest of humanity sure does still exist, huh, because some part of it has deemed it perfectly acceptable to spit out their gum on the sidewalk instead of an inch over in the grass like a marginally more reasonable person. Incredible what a lack of the looming threat of death as punishment for basically any infraction does to your manners.

He does not think of how Ouma would probably do the same thing with clear glue in the most highly-trafficked spots on campus, seeding it in intersections like flypaper and letting foot traffic carry the adhesive to every part of the school by lunch. Kaito does not snicker to himself imagining how quickly that kid would convince the upperclassmen not to even try messing with Class 79, characterizing the caliber of shenanigans they’d invite immediately. Those fireworks would absolutely not be any fun to watch.

5:17 AM he faintly recalls he’d intended to grab a granola bar from the kitchen on his way out, and resigns to just picking up breakfast at a vending machine instead.

At 5:23 AM he knocks his forehead gently into the plexiglass, realizing why Kiibo hated these things so much. It’s spit the same note back at him at least five times, now, and he is not about to try and ask it for change. Instead, he picks up an energy bar for the receptionist who opens the door for him and a Panta with everything else. Just in case. (Shit, they’re out of purple. What’s second place? Peach? Fuck it, he’s lucky you’re too invested to ditch the machine all together)

Culminating in arriving at the hospital at 5:30 AM, setting the energy bar on the front desk as he heads directly for the stairs. He could take the elevator, sure, but he’ll cite the blinding-brightness of the fluorescence compared with the lamp-lit path he just came from (and really mean that no, I can’t, because I still have some pride, damn it, let me have this)

Every morning.

Something like that, at least.

Physical therapy doesn’t start until 6:00, so the extra half-hour he’s free to do as he likes. He’d like to hang out with a friend, but he has the misfortune of being the only morning-person in a band of night-owls. Thus, if he wants familiarity, he has to head up to talk at Kokichi. The peace and quiet up there (and soft beep-ing of a heart monitor that proves what Kaito has been trying to tell himself since the moment he woke up) is soothing enough to take a nap in the visitor’s chair. If Ouma minds, he hasn’t said anything about it.

(Hah.)

So, until he can fall asleep, Kaito scrolls through a feed full of space news and photography. He’s taken to reading the horoscopes posted in the ‘for fun’ section of his favorite astronomy blog out loud first. “Because it’s supposedly space-related and also complete horseshit, so it’s perfect,” Kaito said to the pockmarked ceiling. In reality, it’d initially been a mis-click on account of his still-shaking hands. He’d been preoccupied trying to banish the memory of condensation on a painted steel handrail slicking his palms with either his or Kokichi’s blood, probably both.

It made him laugh.

“I have no idea when your birthday is. You know that? You could be any of these if it’d get you free ice cream, huh? So we’ll cover the bases. And if you don’t like it, just tell me to stop.”

He’s not sure whether or not he really believes Kokichi might hear him. But if funerals are for the living, so is cracking the kind of joke you think a distant friend might like. One of these days, he might be able to laugh with you about it. He’s read down the list every morning since. Something in the routine of it is grounding; a signal that the day really has started.

This particular day, Kaito leans back in the chair and reads off the horoscopes between bites of granola. The unopened soda bottle rests at the foot of Kokichi’s bed.

“Big changes are coming for you this fall, Gemini. As tempting as it might be to reminisce about times gone by, the slow pace of the dog days of summer are a perfect time to start planning ahead. This week, things snap into focus. Work on strengthening your connections– you have more of them than you think.”

Kaito yawns.

“Jeez, Kichi, I think I could probably write this shit. There’s an Ultimate Programmer a year ahead of us, do you think anyone would notice if they set up a bot?” he half-laughs, looking over toward the bed. It hardly seems restful, hooked up to so many machines, but Kokichi looks like he needs any scrap of sleep he can g—

That’s. Weird.

Didn’t you close his eyes already?

Kaito sits up straight, stretching, shaking the drowsy haze from his head before standing up. You’ve got to keep better track of these things. He strides to the side of the bed, a careful hand blotting out the harsh light overhead as the other reaches to carefully

Shut. His, eyes?

But they’re already closed.

“… Ouma?”

The heart monitor picks up pace, a thudding beep-beep-beep-beep startling the SHSL Astronaut back a step or two. Remember your training. Keep a level head, Kaito, he might be having some kind of seizure. That can happen, right? You just need to call in the nurse. Probably nothing they haven’t seen before.

That thought evaporates almost instantly.

As Kaito presses the call button, he’s met with a desperate, terrified shriek. It’s a little muffled through the respirator and after weeks of silence, but the plea is unmistakable.

��WAIT!”

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bye-bye-firefly · 1 year ago

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lovefool!

After a series of unfortunate events that include getting hospitalized, getting fired, and getting evicted, Kokichi Oma finds himself as a house cleaner living with his employer.

And maybe his boss is a bit too charming for him to keep up professionalism. God, kill him now.

(if you are wondering where the link is, the title is a hyperlink, not an underline!)

Some quotes under the cut! I'll update this as the fic gets longer!

Even though they didn't know each other- shit, Kokichi didn't even know his first name- he was such a welcoming presence. Something about him made you want to trust him. Yet, Kokichi didn't really know much about him. Not that Saihara knew more about Kokichi. That was what kept it interesting, though. Saihara already knew he was a...well, a jokester. A bit of a jester. A comedian, maybe. A politician! A liar.

– Chapter 1

When Saihara came to pick him up, he got out of the car to help him with his stuff. He placed boxes in the trunk and managed to stuff everything inside even when Kokichi was sure he wasn't going to be able to. Once he was in the passenger seat, Saihara started driving and let them sit in silence for a little bit. Then, he popped the question: "You did get home, didn't you?" Kokichi grinned as much as he could and said, "Sometimes, a home doesn't want someone. Don't you know that, Saihara?" He frowned and nodded. After another minute of silence passed between them, he said, "I'm sorry about that." Kokichi wanted to start crying again. Instead, he said, "Well, you don't have to be sorry. You didn't throw me out."

– Chapter 1

"Any thoughts about what you want to do next?" "Either...go homeless or find someone on Craigslist who wants roommates. Hopefully a murderer, you know? I've never roomed with a murderer before. Might be fun!" Laughing, Saihara covered his mouth with a gloved hand and said, "Maybe you'll get two jobs." "What'll that be?" "Cleaning here, and cleaning the bathroom when he's done." Kokichi grinned and giggled as he ate. "Maybe I should live with you." "'Cause you think I'm a murderer?" "Ooo, I didn't, but now that you say it..." That made Saihara laugh even more and he shook his head as he calmed down. "I'd be glad to have you." "Me, too." Then he realised what he had just auto-responded with and said, "Uh, I'd be glad to...be here." "I get it," he reassured him, but he was still smiling like it was funny. "B-But, it's not professional, so I don't think we should," Kokichi added. "Uh-huh." "I'm glad you agree." "I don't, but I am saying that I hear you."

– Chapter 1

#saiouma #oumasai #shuichi saihara #kokichi oma #drv3 #drv3 fanfic

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torpidx · 2 years ago

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Saimami now

Bitter Sweet Love ((CHAPTER 1))

A/N; I know what you want bae, working hard to please you.

CHARACTERS ; Shuichi Saihara , Rantaro Amami CONTAINS ; Saimami , Vampire!Rantaro , Human!Shuichi , hints of obsession and possessiveness , Enthralment , eventual smut , slow burn

It was a dark day; it was gloomy and depressing, but to Rantaro it was perfect; he loved the smell of a cloudy sky and the fresh smell of grass on these kinds of days. Today was the day he would go into the small village that lived down from his large castle; he was dressed extra fancy for the occasion. The only reason why he was visiting specifically today was because a blood moon was coming soon, when he would be the most hungry. Rantaro wasn't a big fan of human blood, but it was the only thing he craved for this particular day. He wore a ruffled button-up with a matching pair of black high waisted pants and dress shoes; his fingers were decorated with pretty rings and his hair was all ruffled but still neatly made. With that said and done, Amami left his castle and began to walk through the dark forest. Shuichi walked down the packed streets of the village holding a basket of food that he had bought from people at their venues. People's voices ringed in his ear as they greeted him giving all of them a small nod. Stopping at a small bread venue, he stared before pointing at a fresh looking loaf, he was about to pay before getting bumped into, getting knocked onto the dirty, washed away road, everything in his basket being spilt out all over the streets. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn't see you there.” A hand became clear in his vision, staring up at the face before him. “Oh.” Shuichi was starstruck at how beautiful this guy was; he’s never seen him around and his clothes were much neater than his and his hands were gorgeous. they were so long but just the right amount of thickness. Wait. What was he even thinking about? Shuichi shook his head before taking the stranger's hand, pulling himself up. “Ah, Thank you.” The stranger smiled, “Are you new around here? Haven’t seen anyone like you around here.” He didnt mean for it to come out as rude or in a bad way; he saw the strangers eyes widen before he let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, I live just out of town and I was running out of.. Food supply, The names Rantaro, but you can call me Amami. ” Shuichi sensed a strange weirdness in this guy, but he chose to ignore it. It was probably just the overwhelming small talk that made Saihara nervous. “Ah.. If I hadn't knocked all my food out, I would have given you some. I’m Shuichi Saihara..Nice to meet you, Amami.” Even his name sounded good, but why all of a sudden he was attracted to someone, he’s never felt like this towards anyone besides Amami. He got butterflies just by looking at him, and the way Amami stared at Shuichi made him feel like he already knew everything about him, even his deepest darkest secrets. “Oh.. I guess It’s kind of my fault that your food went everywhere, isn't it? Shuichi? Here, I've got some money to spend. I'll buy whatever you need. Unless you feel weird that a stranger is buying you things.” Shuichi looked at the food on the streets, then backed up at Amami. “Oh.. um.. If it's not.. Bothersome then, I guess I wouldn't mind.” He felt bad about taking Amami’s money, but he needed the food if he wanted to eat tonight. Amami’s body felt like he was on fire; the smell lingering off the stranger was strong. He smelt of sweetness and a hint of blueberries.. He’s never smelt like someone this good before ..And it left him wanting more; he began to wonder how his blood would taste down his throat; it made his whole body ache. The simple touch of bumping into Shuichi he already felt obsessed, the burning that was left made Rantaro long for even more, but he couldn't do that to someone who seemed nice. He was only supposed to be looking for someone who didn't have much to live for anyways who was willing to give him blood for the blood moon but the urge to tease and play around with Shuichi was unreal. he wanted to hold him away from everyone and bite everywhere, leave marks for only himself to see. He only wanted Shuichi to pray; it was an instinct that was held against him. Amami was shaken out of his thoughts when Shuichi said yes to his request, giving the other a small smile. “Well, let’s get on with it.” After a day of letting Shuichi dragged him around to different venues; it slowly became darker than before, the clouds finally went away, when the moon appeared, the venues started to close, and people started going home. He’s always heard tales of humans going to sleep after a long day before the monsters could get to them. He found it to be intriguing to think a monster couldn't pray on their meal while a weakened human was sleeping. It was silly, that's how humans think. “Shuichi, I think you should head home now. It’s getting quite late.” Shuichi seemed shocked at the fact that it was already late, he was having so much fun with whom he considered a new friend. He stared down at the floor, he didn't want the day to end yet, “What if you came over… for a bit longer, I would normally be asleep, but.. I’m not tired yet, and if you want, I have a spare room since it's late out and you said you lived out of town.” He felt silly inviting a stranger over, but he couldn't help himself; he wanted to get to know him more. He could sense Rantaro was shocked, the greenette didn't think it would be this easy, but he quickly agreed. “Yeah, I would love to, getting back home would be quite a struggle..” Shuichi laughed before nodding, leading the way back to his house.

#saimami #saimami smut #danganronpa #danganronpa smut #slow burn #romance #eventual smut #smut #rantaro x shuichi #rantaro amami #shuichi saihara #rantaro amami smut #shuichi saihara smut #rantaro x shuichi smut

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oumagines · 2 years ago

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Spiked Punch

Anonymous Asked: "For a request, how about the “spiked punch” prompt from the creepy Valentine’s list?"

Warnings: Kidnapping, drugging, jealousy, implied punishment, implied strangulation (as a punishment)

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

Rating: 🍇

Notes: Wooo! First one-shot, let's gooooo!!!

When you got invited to Miu's party, you really didn't think anything of it. I mean, you were a college student, parties are almost a twice weekly occurrence, if not more. But what you couldn't ignore was the sudden influx of people looking at you strangely. Almost as though they were scared of you. Even your normal friend group that you'd attend these parties with just didn't seem interested in even looking at you. It almost had you worried... almost.

"Hey, Y/N!" a boy you recognized from your classes, Shuichi Saihara, called. You approached the group he was with carefully, where his best friend, Kaede, seemed to be goading him into saying something. "Are you, uh, going to Miu's party tonight?"

"Of course!" you beamed, then gave him a knowing smirk. "Gotta get the uni experience somehow, right?" you joked, playfully elbowing him as Kaede motioned for him to go on.

"R-Right..." he chuckled in that adorable nervous way that many people would comment on. Personally, you didn't quite agree, but you could see how it would be endearing to some. "Well then, I-I... I was wondering if... maybe you wanted to go with me?" His face was flushed red and he had little bits of sweat culminating on his forehead, but Kaede at least looked proud.

"Oh, um..." you mumbled, Shuichi looking more anxious with that. That was a definite no, right? "Y'know what? Sure. No harm in at least trying." The bell then rang and you sighed. "Catch you later. Pick me up at eight." And you gave him your sweet wave accompanied by an equally saccharine smile, completely oblivious to the absolutely fuming face glaring at you two in the distance...

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When you arrived to Miu's dorm with Shuichi trailing behind you quickly, you weren't all that surprised to see drunk people dancing and jumping about, more often than not in provocative manners, since you'd been to at least a few of these parties before. Never one hosted by the popular Miu Iruma, but parties in general, at least. Those had to count for something, right?

"Wow," said a girl nearby, easily identified as Kyoko Kirigiri, someone you think you recognized as an upperclassman, maybe a senior. "Are these parties always this crazy?" she asked Shuichi, who gave a nervous laugh and a slight nod.

"Yep, pretty much," you answered for him. "This one doesn't even look like it's on the crazier end of the scale."

"Huh." Kyoko was enamored by you. Had Shuichi really managed to pick himself up a cute little partner? Shuichi was only popular because Kaede was, so it made sense that Kyoko was curious about you. "Hey, Shuichi, why don't you go get us some punch? I want to chat with Y/N a bit." Shuichi nodded and headed off to do as Kyoko asked. He's seen this a lot in movies, where they just need a few moments of the date gone to discuss between each other. "I didn't expect Shuichi to end up with someone like you. And before you ask, that isn't an insult. I meant I really expected him and Kaede or that avocado boy to end up together."

"Uh... thanks?" you semi-asked, suddenly feeling a bit more inadequate for the occasion. Kyoko noticed this and gave you a small smile.

"Don't worry, I don't mean that in a negative way. I'm just saying this to mention that you've managed to subvert my expectations. It makes me curious as to what you possess to draw his attention..." she wondered aloud, eyes looking you up and down for something to set you apart from everyone else, until finally, she paused. "Ah, I see."

"You do?!" you squeaked, a bit worried that maybe she'd found a wardrobe malfunction that you'd have to quickly fix to avoid looking like a weirdo.

"Yes," she answered rather quickly, adding onto it, "sort of. I can see it in your mannerisms why he likes you, even if I can't find anything physical to distinguish. You've got a good soul. And perhaps that's what attracted him to your side. Either way..." Her tone shifted to become more serious as she looked you in the eyes. "Take good care of him. He's my protégé, you know. He and I are close, so if you hurt him, I'll know."

You gulped a bit as Shuichi returned, handing both you and Kyoko a cup. "H-Here," Shuichi said with a small, nervous smile. "They actually ran out, but someone was kind enough to want Y/N to have theirs." You smiled, grateful that someone was willing to give you that, despite not actually knowing most of the people here.

"And people say romance is dead," you joked, chuckling to yourself as you began drinking the punch. Oddly enough, you noticed it had an odd metallic taste to it, but you thought nothing of it, knowing Shuichi isn't the type of guy to drug anyone, and that the punch was probably just poorly made with not enough sugar. "Ugh... Worst punch I've ever had..."

"Really?" Kyoko asked with a bit of confusion in her tone, tilting her head to the side. "Mine tasted fine. Shuichi, what about you?"

"Mine, too," Shuichi confirmed. "Must've just been a bad cup," he suggested, and you took that answer. Sometimes certain cups of juices and other drinks are just not all that good, you figured. It's an odd phenomenon, but you'd experienced it before in the weirdest of ways.

But still, you couldn't ignore the way you slowly began to lose your grasp on everything around you as the night went by. Everything was a blur, your mind was getting so hazy, you were getting just so tired... It came to a head when you ended up in a pose like a girl from the year above you called Mikan, leaving you utterly humiliated. Kyoko suggested you leave, and you agreed, but when Shuichi offered to walk you, you declined, stating that your place wasn't that far away, and that him walking you back would be a waste of everyone's time. So you began making your way home... alone...

You didn't even make it past the courtyard before you collapsed, unconscious on the grass as an ominous shadow began to tower over you.

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When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was just how uncomfortable you were. Your back was aching and through your grogginess, you faintly registered the grating feeling of ropes rubbing up against your wrists and ankles.

And perhaps most disturbingly of all, you were greeted by a familiar face, scowling at you.

"Finally, you're awake!" His mockingly sweet tone would, in any other circumstances, make your blood boil. "What did you think you were doing...?"

"Huh...?" you muttered groggily, turning your head to wipe off your drool on your shoulder. "What do you mean? Where am I?"

"Our place! Where else?" he asked sweetly, causing an immense wave of nausea to immediately sweep over you. You had a class or two with this boy, Kokichi Ouma, but you hadn't spoken much and you were for damn sure not close.

"What do you mean?!" you shouted, the sleepiness starting to wear off now. "You kidnapped me, you psycho!" And then the realization of what little of the night before you could remember dawned on you. "You...! You put something in my drink, didn't you?! You're the reason I humiliated myself last night!"

"Well, can you blame me? You decided to cheat on me with that wannabe emo kid!" he shouted back, sounding like your average couple's spat... which made the fact that he said you were "cheating" on him all the more unnerving. "You should know better than to cheat on someone who loves you with all his heart! But it's okay. I forgive you because you're such a cutie, my silly S/O~"

"No!" you screamed, glaring fiercely at him as tears formed in your eyes. "Let me go! We aren't together! I could never love someone so batshit insane!" And that's when something seemed to crack inside Kokichi...

"You know what, S/O? I tried to be nice, but it seems you still aren't getting it..." He headed over to the opposite side of a room, where an array of... very disturbing tools lay, given the context. He picked up a large belt tied into the shape of a noose. "Perhaps it's time I remind you of your place..."

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k-i-n-g-p-i-n · 6 months ago

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Since I have no self control, meet Shuichi Saihara as a spidersona.

“Okay, let’s do this one last time.

My name is Shuichi Saihara. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and I’m pretty sure you know the rest.

I live in the year 2050, and my city is a hotbed for organized crime. The police force is stretched so thin that there aren’t many of us to take on the smaller cases. Everyone apparently has “better” things to do than to catch that thief or put that pedophile in jail.

It’s sick.

Enter me, my aunt, and my uncle, who’ve both raised me more than my actual parents. They’re world class detectives, and I’ve been helping them with their cases for as long as I can remember. When I turned eleven, they let me be in charge of small time cases— burglaries and tax fraud, stuff like that, and before long I had moved onto robberies, drug trafficking, sex offenses, etc. I think they were hoping I’d move onto bigger cases, but I’m staying right where I am. Someone has to help the little guy.

I never had any intention of putting myself directly in the line of fire. I truly believed the system worked. I believed in looking for the truth, no matter what.

I was hoping to become a private investigator, and letting the courts do justice to the bad guys afterwards.

Instead I became a superhero.

Not what I would have chosen as a career path. But when you’re fourteen years old and you go with your aunt to investigate a bombed laboratory, there aren’t many conclusions pin down without the proper evidence.

After the spider bit me, I started displaying very spider-like symptoms. That conclusion was much easier to draw: the spider bite gave me powers.

I went back to the lab and collected some evidence… off-book. That was the first time I ever did anything that wasn’t by-the-book. It was strangely thrilling.

Anyways, I found some blueprint designs for these things called “web-shooters”. I’ve never been much of a tech guy, but if there’s anything I know how to do, it’s solve puzzles and put pieces together.

Whoever made that spider and designed the web-shooters were clearly planning something, but since that day I haven’t found hide nor hair of them. I had other things to take care of. Namely, my aunt’s funeral.

Supposedly, she was struck by a drunk driver. But before she died, she and I were starting to make connections between the lab and the government documents inside— documents that conveniently vanished into thin air before they could be properly analyzed. She was getting too close to something that wasn’t supposed to get out.

The police refused to look for the driver in question, who definitely was not drunk. They had more important things to do, apparently.

I always knew the system was deeply flawed, but I really thought it was the only way to serve justice. I really believed the law would always protect us, that the truth would win.

But what happens when it’s the system that’s guilty?

My uncle was a husk of himself, so it was up to me to catch the criminal and punish him. When the system is fractured, sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands.

Days of investigating later, I found him. I really, really wanted him dead, but… even in my rage, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. My aunt would never want that for me.

So let’s just say I managed to “convince” him to turn himself in. But not before he admitted that he was paid off by someone with a lot of money to their name.

After that, I started investigating as a vigilante. People saw that I was willing to fight for them, to enact justice on the criminals that hurt them. I was willing to search for the truth, investigate where no one else wanted to. I protected innocents, and always searched for the truth, no matter how terrible the truth may be.

They called me Crimeweb. A little on the nose, but accurate. I gained a responsibility unlike anything else.

But there was a slight problem with this.

When a vigilante started showing up out of nowhere, beating up villains and making our law enforcement look bad, guess which junior detective got assigned his case?

I tried refusing, but my uncle practically begged me. I’m not sure why he was so insistent on the matter— he refused to tell me when I asked him— but I couldn’t deny my uncle when he was in a state of extreme grief.

If I back out now, it’ll look suspicious. If I do a poor job, it’ll also look suspicious. I’ve thought about finding a criminal to frame for my actions, but I couldn’t do it. That goes against everything I stand for.

It’s funny. How can a man who doesn’t even show his own face fight for the truth?

I don’t know.

So. Now I have to find a way out of this. And hopefully, things will change for everyone.”

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #dr v3 #spider man #spiderverse fanart #across the spiderverse #spiderverse au #spiderverse

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mintbubbletea606 · 2 years ago

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Revenge (Shuichi Saihara x Reader x Kokichi Ouma)

Requested by: @wein

Similar to Kokichi most days, you had woken up and chose violence. Padding down the stairs, you crept towards the ajar door of Shuichi’s home office. Your blue-haired boyfriend was bent over a file, heavily focused on the case. Since his mind was so preoccupied, he never noticed your soft steps, not until your arms wrapped around him.

“(Y/n), you scared me!” he exclaimed, letting out a soft laugh and patting your hand absentmindedly. “How did you sleep?”

When you slipped away from his touch, his brow knitted in confusion, and he turned around in time to notice your quickly retreating form.

“U-uh, is something the problem?” he anxiously called after you, relaxing when you let out a string of laughter. “...At least, there doesn’t seem to be an emergency. Did Kokichi manage to convince them to prank me?”

Waving his hand in the air, Shuichi moved back to his case, opting to hold back his curious thoughts until he finished a certain section.

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“How are ya doin’, crackerjack?” the purple-haired teen asked, his face exploding in an enthusiastic grin at the sight of you. He was laying on the balcony, enjoying the sunny day.

“Pretty good. Could I have some of your Panta for a sec?” you answered, grabbing the glass bottle from his extended hand. “Thanks for that!”

“Am I your favorite now?” Kokichi asked, his legs swinging back and forth. “I don’t think Shumai would have shared his drink so easily~”

“You’re on the same level as Shuichi,” you replied, leaning down to poke him on the head. “Anyways, I gotta go!”

“Wait, give me back my Panta!” Kokichi called out, only receiving a mischievous chuckle from you. “You wanted some of my Panta, didn’t you? At least, they’re becoming a better liar from learning from me.”

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“What in the world have you been giving them?” Shuichi asked, his eyes flicking up from the book he was reading.

Kokichi paused, his arms placed behind his head and purple eyes focused on his blue-haired boyfriend. A smile crossed his face as a giggle left him. He moved to flop on the couch, laying his head on Shuichi’s lap.

“You know, I could ask the same thing from you, Shumai. They’ve been poking me and leaving the entire day~”

“You’re not lying… Are you?”

“Aww, why would I lie to you?” Kokichi’s lips pouted as Shuichi stared at him. “I mean, you’re the detective. Shouldn’t you know that I’m not lying?”

“I can never tell with you,” Shuchi murmured, his face screwing up in thought. “I don’t think you’re lying this time. Is (Y/n) trying to mess with us?”

“Ooh, that sounds fun~” Kokichi replied, placing a finger on Shuchi’s lips to silence him. “You know, what would be even more entertaining?”

“Do I want to know?”

“Sure you do!”

“What…?”

“ Revenge .”

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You stretched out your sore muscles as you pulled on your pajamas, tired from the day of bothering your boyfriends. For all of the number of pranks that Kokichi (and a rather hesitant Shuchi) had pulled on you, it only seemed fair that you would get payback. As you walked into the bedroom, you noticed that your boyfriends still hadn’t gotten ready for bed. Eyebrow knitted in confusion, you padded out to the living room, eyes looking at every point.

“Hey, guys?” you called out, letting out a yelp when two pairs of lips pressed against your cheeks. Your hand connected with the nose of one of the perpetrators. You hurriedly rushed to the light switch, eyes landing on a disoriented Shuichi that clutched his nose.

Kokichi, rather than helping his partner in crime, hysterically laughed and pointed at the detective.

“Kichi, aren’t you going to help him?” you asked, moving forward to check Shuichi’s face for any damage.

“Relax, (Y/n). You didn’t even hit him that hard. He’s just a little shocked. Aren’t ya, Shumai?”

When Shuichi nodded in response, a relieved sigh left you as you placed a kiss on the side of his lips.

“You two are idiots, you know?” you commented, eyes glancing over at Kokichi, who was still shaking with laughter.

“We’re just as much an idiot as you are, darling,” Kokichi quickly responded, moving forward to wrap his arms around you and Shuichi.

You rolled your eyes as you ruffled Kokichi’s hair and kissed his cheek.

“Then, how about we stop being idiots and cuddle?” you asked, massaging your temples. “I don’t know how you guys can run around and pull pranks on me. It’s absolutely exhausting-”

#shuichi x reader #kokichi x reader #shuichi x reader x kokichi #fanfiction #anime #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #x reader #oneshot #gender neutral reader #shuichi x kokichi

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pyropsychiccollector · 9 months ago

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Shuichi Harem: Saihara Detective Agency, 1/5

Considering I ran 3 polls at once... It'll be interesting to pump these out. lol To make it fair to the winners of each poll, I'll spread out the posts - I'll do a Danganronpa first. Then Fate: Stay Night's winners (a 3-way tie, unbelievable. XD). Then Master Detective Archives: Rain Code. And I'll cycle through the harem members like that, keep the love spread around. n___n

So you won't see these collections "complete" for a while. Danganronpa has 5 girls to get through, Fate has 7 girls, and Rain Code has 7 girls. Why'd I give Shuichi a smaller harem? ... Personal preference. XD These are all ships that I support, mind you. Every single girl on those polls. I might not ship some girls as strongly, but I allow them. ... You'll know when I don't ship something period. I'll make a lot of noise about it. XD

This first one was... very borderline. I'm just very neutral about this one. It's not an unhealthy couple, so... I can't throw it out with the bathwater. She's a fan favorite, but she's not one of mine. Oh well. I felt like giving back to the community anyway. Never say I don't do nice things for you guys. (人◕ω◕)

This particular Danganronpa series will be... unique. Very different from the canon. I'll preface this by asserting that I've integrated V3's universe into the main Danganronpa universe; none of Chapter 6's "it's all fiction!" crap. (人◕ω◕)*** V3's Class as such is Class 79, and the Tragedy essentially happened in Class 78's second year as such. It's pretty much in line with canon, timeline-wise... That's just in case you guys needed a clarification on that. The other main clarification is that Junko didn't mess with this batch. There's a different Mastermind involved, and I won't spoil that too much. I will talk about their days at Hope's Peak, and the subsequent, er... games Class 79 are involved in.

Aren't Flashback Lights lovely? (人◕ω◕) Junko never put people through multiple Killing Games, screwing with their minds. Junko-chan was merciful. (人◕ω◕)

But enough fanfare~... Let's get right to it. (人◕ω◕)

The Beginning

So, first a little background~

By the time Class 79 arrived at Hope's Peak, the protests were ongoing. The Student Council was dead, and the Reserve Course was protesting for a little over half a year after that tragedy - before Class 79 showed up, anyway. The academy, more specifically the Steering Committee, wanted to save face. If they tried arranging for the police to come and arrest the offending Reserve Course students on trumped up charges, that would only bring the media further down on their heads. Better to let the ingrates parade around the front of the campus and make it a battle of attrition.

So what does the academy decide to do? Carry on business like usual. Twist Kizakura's arm to keep the recruitments coming. Eventually, sixteen students were scouted (or picked in a lottery, as is the yearly tradition with the Ultimate Lucky Student) to attend as the 79th Class. Kaede was scouted as the Ultimate Pianist, and boy did she feel honored to have Hope's Peak recognize her talents! She didn't think her hobby was on the same level as these other Ultimates...

... But Hope's Peak wasn't the glamorous paradise that they advertised it to be. Those riots outside the gates were unsettling to say the least, and her class had to be escorted onto the main campus to avoid any "accidents'! How crazy is that?! The Headmaster or faculty wouldn't even tell them what was going on!! Those Reserve students were so angry...! She'd even say they were murderous when they saw Class 79 get admitted onto the main campus...

Still... Kaede did what she could to adjust to her new life as an Ultimate. For those first few weeks, Class 79 didn't so much "bond" as collectively worry about the Reserve Course students. It's difficult to pretend life was normal with such ominous tension hanging in the air, day in and day out. For her part, Kaede stayed in the music room and played the piano repetitively to keep her mind off her anxieties. Their classes, if there were any, were pretty short and concise. And even so, Kaede didn't have to attend class. So long as they honed their talents, the students could do whatever they pleased, including ditch class.

So Kaede stuck to the music room as much as possible. Went down for meals and to rest in the dorms, but her priority was drowning herself in playing the piano. She didn't want to close her eyes to the world, bury her head in the sand... But what was she supposed to do? Hope's Peak wasn't giving them answers, the riots were growing worse by the day, and their senpai... all those upper classes... If the students weren't just plain eccentric and goofy, they were, frankly, suspicious... and Kaede had a bad feeling about them. There was just something... off... about Class 77-B.

Kaede couldn't ignore her own classmates forever, though. As tightly wound up as she was, the pianist did want to try reaching out to them... Or at least the nicer ones. Kaito was a chipper guy to be around, even if he could be a bit dense. Rantaro took some getting used to, but the guy had a number of stories to share about his adventures around the world, searching for his sisters. Tsumugi and Himiko were a bit... obsessed with anime/manga and magic, respectively, but Kaede could admit she wasn't much better with her piano. Angie was nice... but there was definitely some culture shock with that one. Who asked others to donate a pint of their blood like it was no big deal?! Who?!

Gonta was a big teddy bear. Tenko was overly excitable, and was a massive fangirl for Himiko. Kirumi was zealously polite and insisted on taking care of everyone, handling their needs... Ryoma was a bit closed off, but he was a chill guy to be around. Miu was... Miu. Kaede didn't hang around that chick too often. Korekiyo was as cordial and professional as Kirumi, and as widely travelled as Rantaro if not moreso... But something about the guy gave Kaede the heebie-jeebies, so she stayed away. Maki, like Ryoma, was closed off and wasn't telling any of them what her talent was. Kiibo-kun was pleasant to be around - apparently his father was a researcher at Hope's Peak, so he'd been there on campus longer than any of them... But Kiibo-kun's story was sad. Kaede felt so sorry for him, that he needed to replace his failing human body parts with robotic pieces... Kaede constantly made sure that he was alright, but it was clear that the pianist was overstaying her welcome a bit. At the very least, she was an overprotective mother hen.

... Kokichi was a little turd. Kaede would have preferred interacting with the nefarious prankster as little as possible, but unfortunately that wasn't possible. All because of who Kokichi hung around the most.

Shuichi Saihara... Poor guy had more self-confidence issues than Kaede did. As the Ultimate Lucky Student, Shuichi didn't feel like he belonged at the academy. Because even his luck... seemed to be a rare occurrence. It wasn't as obnoxious as Nagito-senpai's, or as attention-grabbing as Makoto-senpai's. Kaede isn't even sure how she could describe it; things just go Shuichi's way, but not in an obvious manner. Like, he'll drop something and not realize it... But he'll find it pretty quick, once he's realized the item's gone. And it's more than just finding stuff he's misplaced - Shuichi himself admits that his "luck" has proven helpful to his Uncle's private detective agency. Whenever he investigates, he'll find the truth... But sometimes, solving the case doesn't lead to a happy ending. Kaede can tell it's not just self-confidence issues; Shuichi carries some scars with him, buried deep down.

Maybe that's why that jerkwad Kokichi hangs around Shuichi so much. He can tell the Lucky Student is lying about how he's really feeling... But instead of prying the truth out of him like a normal person would do, Kokichi drags Shuichi around on "playdates" and other frivolous outings (a lot of the time in the middle of the night...!), pretending everything's hunky-dory. ... Kaede doesn't like it, but she's not so cruel as to pick at old wounds, as much as she'd rather help Shuichi get over past tragedies... So in a way, perhaps Kokichi isn't completely off-track... It still grates at Kaede to even admit that privately, though.

So Kaede goes a roundabout way of helping out her new friend. She approaches Kyoko-senpai and asks her to take Shuichi on as... an apprentice. It's a tall order, and Kyoko-senpai is barely more approachable than Maki about... anything... Senpai insists that she doesn't have the time to take on a pupil - much less someone who's turned his back on detective work out of "shame"... Kaede doesn't understand that Kyoko has a hard time considering this favor because Shuichi is pretty much in her father's shoes, and Kyoko doesn't know how to make him reconsider... Much less feel like it's her place to force a career onto Shuichi.

But once Kaede drags him over to meet Kyoko, the luckster can see the lilac-haired girl embodies the spirit of a "true" detective... Cold, clinical, detached... And yet there's something about her that stirs Shuichi's own "detective spirit" up. Something along the lines that... he doesn't want Kyoko to be alone, to completely commit her soul to the career and throw away her humanity. Shuichi believes it's arrogant of him to assume he knows anything about this, that he has any right to dictate how Kyoko should live... But he can't help thinking that he's right... Because he holds shame for not satisfactorily resolving every single case up until now, and he believes Kyoko should keep in mind they are investigating people. That people have rights, that they shouldn't just ignore people's feelings... Yes, it's a conflict of interest. Yes, his Uncle has cautioned him to be more detached like Kyoko is... But Shuichi just can't. Restraining his emotions hurts. Most cases deal with peoples' lives - perhaps not always life-or-death, but finding missing people or lost pets... That's still dealing with peoples' lives. Shuichi feels if he closed off his emotions... he would cross way too many lines. All for the sake of finding "the truth". ... And he just can't do that.

Kyoko winds up taking Shuichi on as a trial run... And while his rampant emotions and outbursts are annoying for Kyoko to deal with, Shuichi may have a... point. About detaching yourself too much. On a number of cases, too much detachment made Kyoko too blind before it was too late... And while Shuichi wasn't able to resolve the cases in the manner he would have preferred, he still tried... And yes, it's annoying to keep Shuichi from falling apart after particularly distressing cases, but there's something about the boy that makes Kyoko keep him around. Perhaps part of it is keeping him from abandoning the profession like her father... But another part of it is that like Makoto, Shuichi keeps her grounded. Wrestling with emotions isn't Kyoko's idea of a good time... But she needs to at least do the bare minimum, if she doesn't want to bottle everything up and vent on her friends... What few friends she has left...

Life at Hope's Peak carries on for a few months, for Class 79... Kaede finds a stable routine in bonding with Shuichi, their classmates, and some of their senpai from the 78th Class... Kaede likes to think Shuichi becomes one of her best friends. And his apprenticeship with Kyoko has done wonders for Shuichi... Still critically low self-esteem, but he's coming to accept that despite being a "Lucky Student", he can be more than the title the academy bequeathed to him.

... Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to last. Eventually the Reserve Course peaked with their riots and stormed the main campus... And whilst planning an escape, Class 79... all got knocked out.

The Hazy Middle

Before Kaede, Shuichi, and Class 79 know it... 5 years pass them by. They literally aren't aware of it, being forced into "loops" that last a few weeks before starting over again and again... Their memories "tweaked" with every loop. Killings keep happening until there's only one or two left, or until a few of them beat the "Mastermind", and they start over again.

Kaede remains the Pianist of the group... But by now, Shuichi is the "Ultimate Detective". That's been the reality for several years now. Class 79 aren't aware they have a Lucky Student. Though he does his best to help solve the Killing Games, sometimes Shuichi is made the victim or even rarer times made the killer... Class 79 does not know about the loops. They keep living on in these Killing Games, forced to distrust each other and try to survive. Learning about each other again and again... Sometimes pushed into corners and being twisted into perverted versions of their natural selves...

Kaede doesn't know about the loops. And yet pretty consistently, she draws close to Shuichi almost every time. Old instincts kicking in, passionate feelings resurfacing~...

It took a year or two, going through these Killing Games... But once it started, once Kaede began to express romantic feelings for her best friend... The same phenomenon kept cropping up in subsequent loops. They endure this hellish torture of seeing their friends distrust each other, of wondering if they'll survive the Killing Game... Shuichi tries so hard to pin down the Mastermind. But sometimes he'll focus on saving Kaede and everyone he holds dear... Sometimes he forsakes that ultimate objective of unveiling the Mastermind... He doesn't completely understand why, but deep down Shuichi understands that before Class 79 came along... He was an empty shell. He understands that in his efforts to protect everything he loved... he lost it all. And it keeps happening again and again and again. Shuichi takes it hard when he can't protect people, and this carries over many loops. His past, even though he doesn't remember it all, leaks into his present self... And as a result, the Shuichi of the "here and now" is a very tired, very uncertain man... A man that isn't so sure he has the right to call himself a detective.

But just as the loops affect Shuichi, so do they affect Kaede. She sees the pain Shuichi holds, deep inside... And every loop she tries to be the inspiring best friend/assistant that Shuichi so desperately needs. It's not his fault these murders keep happening, and he's not some "sham" of a detective for not stopping crimes before they happen. They're... only human.

Kaede's often the first to be there for Shuichi, throughout the loops. Sooner or later there are other girls who gravitate towards the detective... And Kaede must accept there's others who hold Shuichi dear in their hearts. ... Even if she can have a jealous streak in her. Still, it must be said that because of their bond, Kaede stopped contemplating murder long ago... Doesn't even cross her mind as loops reset and she forgets everything. Monokuma makes it clear the trials are rigged in the survivors' favor... So even if she were to try murdering the Mastermind, it probably won't work out how she hopes it would. So Kaede doesn't even entertain the thought.

Because her friends need her. ... Shuichi needs her. They learn about each other again and again... Sometimes this bonding will even feel familiar to the Pianist... But it's why she keeps going for the detective, isn't it? Because having him as a friend feels right... He won't betray her. Not by choice.

The Killing Games result in a close bond between Kaede and Shuichi... But their relationship never really goes anywhere so long as the loops keep occurring. They fall in love again and again... But that love doesn't deepen. ... Not on the surface...

The Ending... or a new Beginning...?

Everything must come to an end, eventually... Even Killing Games. Class 79 will be saved... But the cost is steep. Their memories are messed up across five years, constant memory suppression and restoration... The human mind can only take so much.

The surviving members of Class 79... eventually end up in comas. There's no way to "ease" them into getting their memories back... At some point the dam will break and they'll get it all back anyway. So Future Foundation helps restore their memories... and their minds and bodies just shutdown as a self-defense mechanism from getting so much back at once.

It's not really known how much time passes... Weeks... Months... Years...?

Eventually, however, Class 79 will wake up once more. They'll need therapy to cope with so many "loops" of killing, being killed, seeing their friends dying... The survivors of Class 79 do not have an easy road ahead of them.

But if Kaede and Shuichi are among that number of people in the long, arduous process of healing... Perhaps someday they'll come to grips with their unstable past. Just maybe, they'll be able to live in a world that came back from the brink of disaster...

Perhaps they won't get a "grip" at all. 5 years of "Killing Games" isn't something that you can just... overcome. Pretend they never happened. What they do learn to do, however, is to bear that pain of the past and find immense relief that it's all over. Reconnecting with the rest of the world is... difficult. Shuichi, Kaede, and the rest of the Class 79 survivors almost expect to wake back up in the academy and to endure more "games"...

But as the months and years go by in their new lives... They accept the true finality. The Killing Games are over. ... But they are rather clingy to one another. The constant bombardment of their friends dying... They need constant reminders and proof that they're alive, no matter how far apart they may be.

Kaede tries to go with a professional career as a Pianist... But all that time of not really "progressing", of being stuck as a high school freshman, the bittersweet feelings being around a piano evokes... Kaede has a piano in her home that the Future Foundation graciously gave to her, but that's it. She can't bring herself to play professionally.

... Because if she carried on with such a career, she could never be sure of how Shuichi is doing. Kaede would worry herself sick about all her classmates if she carried on alone... So she helped Shuichi to form a new detective agency in a cozy town far removed from the big, bustling cities. She's not so much a detective herself, more like a secretary...

It's not glamorous. It's not "elite". Kaede never cared for any of that crap. She thought that when she accepted Hope's Peak invitation that she might grow to like the famous reputation of the academy and enjoy a rich, lavish lifestyle... Instead, she attended that academy at such a turbulent time. When it was rife with corruption. She and her friends were robbed of a normal high school life... And here they are now, years later, with the world getting back into a sense of "normalcy". Kaede came to the understanding that being rich or famous or elite... It wasn't for her.

No, Kaede would rather have a fulfilling lifestyle of helping others. Of supporting the man she loves. She doesn't mind one bit being in a quieter town, of their agency taking on much less serious cases than murder... It's frankly a relief to not have to deal with such heavy incidents. Such cases will sometimes roll in... But there's more of a variety now. And Shuichi isn't alone in puzzling out these cases, he's got a few capable assistants... Kaede might be a little jealous as she's "just" a secretary... But to be fair, Kirumi and Maki are pretty qualified in different aspects...

At least Tenko empathizes with Kaede. ... And even though Miu is hired on as the tech whiz, Kaede believes herself more "useful" to Shuichi overall than that pervert. Really~! Kaede just "loves" working with these other girls so much~... Why does Shuichi hafta be "popular" like this? Kaede wants to know. ... For science. ... And to keep any others from traipsing in here where they don't belong... Miu is enough of a handful, thank you very much. (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)

#Danganronpa #Kaede Akamatsu #Shuichi x Kaede #Saimatsu #Shuichi harem

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dawnxblade · 2 years ago

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Kokichi is Broken

Kokichi had no clue what to do about his feelings towards a certain guy, the person's charm had always been above average and not in a good way. His feelings were being pulled left and right as he watched from the classroom window, his crush speaking with the Ultimate Astronaut, Kaito Momota. Kokichi Oma, Ultimate Supreme Leader, wiped tears from his eyes, as he watched his crush kiss Kaito. It hurt and yet, there was nothing he could do about it, Shuichi fell for the Idiot rather than him, moving away from the window, he grabbed his stuff and left the classroom, his heart broken beyond repair.

He walked past his classmates, his teachers, his upperclassmen, everyone. He didn't care who he bumped into, nor, cared if anyone wanted to pick a fight with him. Not only that, but he was tired of putting on a show. Reckless, Annoying, Intelligent, Kokichi had no smile on his face, only the look of a kicked puppy. Walking from the school gates, he never looked back, going home. Somewhere he could be alone and cry his heart out in his blankets, nobody cared for Kokichi and that was alright, since he's a liar and all.

Once home, he took out his phone and smashed it against a wall, breaking it, Storming upstairs, he slammed his door and locked it before breaking out into sobs. Sitting on his bed feeling sorry for himself, His Shumai didn't love him, No friends of his could tolerate his behavior, everyone was done dealing with Kokichi and they made it known to him daily, no sugar could ever coat his bleed heart from the killing game simulation.

Laying down on the bed, Kokichi closed his eyes, wishing everything was a lie. But sadly, it was the harsh truth he was going to have to live in. When Kokichi woke up he didn't feel joy, only sadness, he broke his phone, Shuichi and Kaito were dating, and his big house felt lonely. He wasn't close to other participants of past killing games, he made everyone hate him on day one of going to school at Hope's Peak.

Kokichi stayed home for a couple of weeks, his butler made sure he washed and ate but then left to go take care of chores within the house, Before he was kidnapped for the killing game, Kokichi was actually the son of a prince who had his own company and mafia boss Woman, His parents loved him but died fighting in Towa leaving all of their inheritance to him. When Kokichi got out of the game, he was brought here and showered in tears and comfort, something he never received within the simulation.

His butler, John, was a close friend to his parents and who raised him once his parents died. John upholds stature in everything, and he had a soft spot for Kokichi but will never show it, John comforted him through his broken heart and told him that Love can be shown at different times. John wanted Kokichi to go back to school, but he refused, saying School was a waste of time.

Sighing he rubbed Kokichi forehead as he slept, “My dear friends, tell me, what I should do… Your son is struggling.” He hears the doorbell ring and goes downstairs to check who it is, opening the door, he sees Nagito, Fuyuhiko and Izuru standing outside with umbrellas over their heads. “Gentlemen, do come in, Master Oma is resting right now, but you are free to stay and warm up.” Standing to the side and letting the young students in, he shut the door.

“What brings you men here?” Nagito dried his hair with the towel offered to him before replying, “We've been worried about Kokichi, he hasn't come to school and his classmates have asked us to find out where he went. Of course, we refused at first, but when he hasn't come to school for a couple of weeks. We started to worry” Fuyuhiko took a sip of his tea before huffing, “That kid, Saihara, he wouldn't stop asking us for information about Kokichi whereabouts. It really ticked me off that I had to refrain from decking the guy." Izuru nodded in agreement, John looked at the portrait of Kokichi hugging Nagito with Fuyuhiko on the right side laughing and Izuru on the left holding Kokichi's shoulder smiling, it was the first day of the academy, John refrained from reminiscing about old times and went back to the present.

"Master Kokichi is dealing with heartache and I find it for the best, that he stays home from now on. He shall be quitting school and shall continue his studies at home." Nagito, Fuyuhiko and Izuru went to protest but John held up his gloved hand, "I've made my decision Gentlemen. Tomorrow I shall go and fill out the paperwork to take Kokichi out of school." Nagito sighed before looking at his hands, face solemn, "What are we gonna tell his classmates?" John brushed his mustache and said, "I don't care what you tell them, just let it be known that Kokichi wellbeing doesn't concern them. He is out of that God forsaken place and home where he shown love and kindness. Fuyuhiko, we shall have to reschedule his training for another time."

Fuyuhiko, Izuru and Nagito got up and left the house leaving John feeling more sad but resigned to his decision.

Part 1, Done

#ouma kokichi #danganronpa au #danganronpa v3 #kaito momota #nagito komaeda #shuichi saihara #izuru kamukura #fuyuhiko kuzuryu

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years ago

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This Complicates things...

So, that’s the basic situation at hand.

Akeru, Komaru and Toko’s kid, found out everything we needed in the lab. She also put Yodogawa’s AI out of his misery.

I see...Thanks for the rundown.

I still can’t quite believe this. How could someone do something so...cruel?

Because he’s insane Akamatsu. Plain and simple.

And we will stop him, I swear it.

...

What’s wrong Mii-Yu?

No. It is nothing. I just did not consider that humans find becoming robots painful.

I suppose creatures like me live a different existence that humans cannot take to.

Listen Mii-Yu. This and that are very different.

You may be a robot, but you’ve got all the personality traits, quirks and queues that allow you to be human. If Katagiri was trying to turn people into AI like you, there might not be much of a problem.

But he’s stripping people of all of that. In that case, they become mindless machines. Drones that can only follow commands. That’s not what YOU are.

He’s right Mii-Yu. You really need to quit selling yourself short, you know?

Affirmative.

*The group arrives at the top floor.

Looks like this floor got cleared out before any of us got here.

By the way Akamatsu...By chance are you the one who our guy called to take out security here.

Uh...I mean, he never said to.

He gave me a location, but we were turned away at the door.

So, as you can imagine, instead of being discreet, Kaede decided to go through the backdoor and bust her way through before I could say anything.

Eehehehe...The reception wasn’t friendly so...Treat people how you want to be treated.

Atta girl.

So, what’s the plan here then?

Hey! We got some unexpected guests here! And I got a few questions to ask you.

Huh...!?

*Kuripa calls up to the platform.

I figured. I wondered why it was taking you so long.

Saihara? Akamatsu? Mii-Yu. This is Agent 404. AKA-

RANTAROO!!?

Wha-!?

Huh-!?

Hahaha...Yeah, that’s about the reaction I expected.

You...YOU’RE Agent 404!?

So THIS is where you’ve been hiding this whole time!?

Well...not the WHOLE time...

It’s true that I’ve been with ERR0RM3SS4GE for a long while now though...Forgive me, I had my reasons for not coming out into the light until now.

...

Hol’ up...I’m still trying to process this shit.

Shuichi and Kaede...You KNOW him?

Y-Yeah...

Yeah...

Yeah, stuff happened and um...

The fuck do you mean “stuff happened?” I...

Grr! Fine! Whatever...I’ll ask about it later.

Have you got that upload on the way?

Depends. Did Maya flip the switch like I asked?

Fucking hell dude, I’m not that dumb.

Good. Then can I ask you to help me install this drive while I talk with these guys? We’ll need to upload the data into the drive in order to use it against Katagiri.

...

You’ve got a lot of questions for me I’ll bet.

You have NO idea.

Whatever’s going on right now is clearly more important. And if what Kuripa said about Zen Katagiri is true, then I’ll accept that you’re trying to do something good.

What I want to know is where does your allegiance lie, Rantaro.

My allegiance?

You’re here, helping the Future Foundation, but you already helped our enemies. I’m not sure what side you’re really on.

Would you really treat me as an enemy?

I don’t want to but...If I had to.

...

I can see why they made you Branch Chief. You’re unbiased, even towards your own friends.

But trust me when I say that all I care about is stopping Zetsubou and saving this world. Just like the Future Foundation.

What’s the point of having a world-class hacker organization if there’s no world for it to exist in. Believe me, I had my reasons for aiding Uchui.

...

Fine...I still have my doubts about this but...if Kuripa and the Future Foundation believe in you, then I see no reason not to.

Thank you for your hospitality.

*Rantaro climbs down from the platform and pats Shuichi and Kaede on the shoulders.

And for the record, it’s good to see you...

All...of you...

...

*Rantaro’s eyes suddenly fall on Mii-Yu. Her eyes stare curiously back at him.

You are...

Uh...Oh! Let me introduce you!

*Kaede takes Mii-Yu’s shoulders.

This is M11-YU. I know she might look like Keebo, but she’s not.

Tsumugi was keeping her prisoner in one of Zetsubou’s towers. We freed her and now she’s being looked after by Miu.

Y-Yes. I am Model M11-YU. Please, just call me Mii-Yu though.

This is...Mii-Yu huh?

Well...it’s nice to meet you too.

...Are you ok?

Yeah, you...sound kind of uncomfortable Rantaro. Who flipped the switch on you?

Huh? Oh, no, it’s nothing. It really is nice to meet you, I’ve just...

Got so much on my mind right now.

Yeah...That kind of makes three of us.

...

Kaede? Do you want to say something to him?

...

What’s up Kaede? Is everything ok?

It’s just...I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you again and now that I’m here, I...I don’t really know where to begin.

Now isn’t really the best place to talk, so if you’d like, we can discuss the past later.

Right now, my top priority is dealing with Katagiri, and I’m sorry that I ended up dragging the both of you into it.

You’re right...I’m sorry too about what happened back in the Killing Game...What I did was...unforgivable and if you hate me for it...

Huh? Why would I do that?

...?

Even if you pushed us to the limit on the death road, I accept that you were only trying to act in everyone’s best interests. It’s not like me defecting from the group was the best way to deal with the situation either.

The...death road?

Yeah, the death road. The impossible gauntlet Monokuma ran us through trying to find an exit.

Oh...Yeah, that...Shame on me for that one.

I’m telling you, we’re totally cool on it. You’ve got nothing to feel bad for.

O-Ok.

Hey, Rantaro. Have I done this right?

Let me check!

Sorry, I’ll be right back.

*Rantaro hurries off to help Kuripa.

It appears he has no recollection of Kaede’s shotput ball trap that you mentioned.

Hm...It’s not like he really could have known that Kaede set it off...

Maybe he just blames Tsumugi for what happened, and that’s why he’s with ERR0RM3SS4GE?

...Maybe...

Somehow that just makes me feel even worse. Like I’m keeping some big secret from him...

...I understand how you feel Kaede, but like Rantaro said, he is in the middle of a mission. It’s not like now is an especially good time to bring it up.

Apologize to him later, and explain your side of things. I’m sure he won’t hold it against you.

...Thanks Shuichi.

*Kaede, Shuichi and Mii-Yu rejoin the others.

I didn’t really ask earlier, but what is it you actually plan on doing here Rantaro? Why do you need this drive?

Well, to put simply, Katagiri, our target, is holing himself up in a hidden base at Hyde Park. We need the information from this lab for several reasons.

The first is that if we copy the data from the tech made here, we can trace, and if we scan the park, we can find the point of origin. That will lead us straight to where Katagiri is hiding.

The second is that if we have this info, we can locate the weak point in whatever defense mechanisms he’s got as a backup.

We’re gonna draw him out of his hidey-hole, and when we do...

We rip him a new one...

Exactly. I’ll leave the last step to Kuripa.

...

What do you mean?

Huh? What’s up?

“Rip him a new one” how? Are you...

Are you going to KILL him?

...Something like that.

“Something like that?” Either you ARE or you AREN’T Kuripa.

It’s complicated, ok! It’s...an obligation...And a mercy.

So you ARE planning on killing him once you get to him?

I don’t have a choice this time, ok!? It was as per ERR0RM3SS4GE’s contract!

What...!?

In Kuripa’s defense, the specification WAS that Katagiri would need to die by the end of this mission.

I understand how you both feel. I know this is...difficult for you to accept.

But believe me when I say my organization has a very good reason for this. If Katagiri isn’t executed, he WILL HURT MANY.

Kuripa already told you what he’d done to Yodogawa. To prevent a catastrophe like that, don’t you think it’s worth it?

Kuripa, listen. I don’t know how or why the Future Foundation are following through with this, but it so blatantly breaks the code.

I AM still a Branch Chief, so it’s my duty and obligation to the Foundation to prevent you as a Foundation employee, to stop BREAKING that code.

...That damn “code” again...

I’m not gonna lie to you. I can understand how things are from your perspective, and why you’ve done what you’ve done before this point. In any other given situation, I wouldn’t try to get in your way.

But I have responsibilities now, and if I just overlook this, I won’t be able to live with myself.

...

You’re a good kid Saihara. And mature with how you think about it that way. I’m proud of you.

But...you can rest easy...I’m no longer tied down by the Future Foundation’s code and “obligations” and all the other BS that comes with it...!

Wh-What do you mean...? What...did you do?

...I’ll be blunt.

I’m no longer with the Future Foundation. The Chairwoman personally gave me the boot.

!!!??

N-No...! That can’t be!

See!? THIS is why I was trying to avoid you! There’s a whole ass conspiracy going on here and neither of you have any business getting caught up in it!

I know I’m a fucked up guy, but I’ve only ever LOVED you kids! This is MY problem, and you two have no right to be caught up in this drama!

But I’m telling you this...Don’t get in our way...Because I promise you, you won’t stop what’s coming...

You guys are smart...Hopefully you’re smarter than the others...Surely you can understand what I’m doing here. I’m trying to save your friends. OUR friends.

Kuripa...I get why you think of it this way, but this isn’t right.

...Why not?

I’m happy you’re trying to save Maki, Himiko, and the others, but by taking the lives of other people...Is the sacrifice really WORTH it?

Come on Kuripa...Rantaro...Have a heart...!

No, no, noooo you just don’t understaaaaand...! There’s more at stake here if we don’t put a stop to this evil permanently.

If we don’t kill Katagiri, he might use his own program to make himself immortal, then we’ll have missed our chance to stick a nail in his brain and nip the problem in the bud...!

Not only that, but this is the one chance we’ve had in AGES to finally put a stop to Zetsubou and save our captured allies. Seiko Kimura has been rotting in Zetsubou’s hidden base for almost a year now...Remember?

But-!

Kaede...You don’t want me to make a sacrifice, even if it means we can save many people from Katagiri and Zetsubou...

But doing the reverse means we sacrifice many innocent lives...just to save one guilty one.

In the grand calculus of fate, and the story that I’m paving the way for, this sacrifice means infinitely more than the life of one senile psychopath...

*Kuripa shoots a look at Rantaro.

I’m sorry kid...But I’m just doing my job.

...!

...Fine...Do what you’ve got to do...I know I can’t stop you.

Thank you for understanding. I’m sorry I’ve burdened you with this...

And with that...the upload should be-

HAAGH!

*WHAM!*

GUUGH!

!!!???

*Against everyone’s expectation, Kaede suddenly shoves Rantaro aside and snatches the drive! She grabs Shuichi’s hand makes a break for it!

What are you DOING!?

I’M SORRY ABOUT THIS!

!!!?

*Kaede drags Shuichi out of the room, still holding onto the drive. Mii-Yu hesitates, but then chooses to follow.

I apologize! But I promised BeeZero I would look after Kaede!

*She presses a button on the iron door and closes it behind

...No....No, no, no NO, NOOO!

*Kuripa grabs his sword, takes a run up, and with a kick, breaks the steel door wide open!

AAKAAAMAAATSSUUUUUU!!!

Tch...! Dammit! Maya, do NOT stop that upload!

B-But without the drive-!

We’ll get the drive back!

*Rantaro grabs a pistol from his belt and cocks it.

By FORCE if we must!

//KURIPA KURAFTO AND RANTARO AMAMI VS KAEDE AKAMATSU, SHUICHI SAIHARA AND M11-YU!!//

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #drv3 #danganronpa v3 #hdrh2o #oc #danganronpa new world order #drnwo #kaede akamatsu #shuichi saihara #rantaro amami #kuripa kurafto #m11-yu #miiyu #maya canzanilla #the monster in me arc #hyper danganronpa h2o

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kmhnsecretexchange · 2 years ago

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Title: Fake it ‘till You Make it

Author: idkleer

For: @SpaceRenegade12

Pairings/Characters: Hinata/Komaeda, Saihara/Ouma

Rating/Warnings: T. No warnings

Prompt: “Non-despair AU, fake dating because one of them (probably Hinata) shot their mouth off and promised a friend they would have a date to their wedding, end up actually confessing (bonus points for the couple who’s wedding it is being SaiOuma)”

Author’s notes: This was really fun to write! I absolutely love the fake dating trope. I’ve written it a lot in the past but never for komahina so I was super excited when I saw this prompt, also I always enjoy getting to include another one of my favourite ships. Hope you enjoy :)

“You’re kidding me.”

“Komaeda, please.” Hinata also wished he wasn’t asking this of his friend, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Komaeda seemed even less impressed with him the more he begged. Sure, it was pathetic, but it was all he had left at this point. Also, in his own messed up way, Hinata could justify this. It was partially Komaeda’s fault that he ended up in this position. It wasn’t, not really, but as Hinata looked over at that subtle smirk, he only became more annoyed.

Hinata needed a date.

In a week, two of his friends were getting married, and for some reason he had been stupid enough to declare that he would have a date to the wedding. He also knew Ouma wasn’t going to let him forget it if he showed up without one. He should have just kept his mouth shut and he wouldn’t be having to worry either himself or Komaeda with this. His pride couldn't take a hit like this.

He buried his face in his hands, hiding away from Komaeda’s judging gaze as he remembered that fateful conversation so many months back.

A bunch of his friends were gathered together when Saihara and Ouma announced their engagement. Everyone responded with excitement, saying how happy they were for the couple. When the noise died down, Souda spoke up. “Man, when is it gonna be my turn?”

Iruma was quick to agree with the sentiment, and Hinata joined them. “Right? I can’t help but be a bit jealous of you guys.”

Saihara tried to comfort them. “Don’t be like that. You’ll all find someone soon enough.”

Ouma did the exact opposite. “No, you should be jealous. We’re obviously the best couple to ever exist so none of you could reach our level. Besides, you guys are hopeless, when was the last time you even had a date?” Saihara nudged him with his elbow, to which Ouma stuck his tongue out in response, kissing him on the cheek right after.

Souda and Iruma grumbled in agreement, but Hinata wasn’t going to let himself be compared to those two when it came to dating lives. “I could get a date if I wanted to.” He announced, not considering the consequences of making a statement like that to Ouma of all people.

“Then why are you so hopelessly single?” He asked.

Hinata couldn't exactly give him the honest answer to that question, so instead he said “I just haven’t wanted to.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

Ouma and Iruma both cackled at him. “Someone can’t get a date,” they sang in unison. The unexpected feat of coordination, called upon just to tease him, set Hinata off.

“I can! How about this, I’ll bring a date to your wedding just to prove it.” As soon as the words left him, Hinata was cursing his impulsive mouth.

The smug smile on Ouma’s face curled into something with far more malice, and Hinata felt like he had fallen into a trap. “Alright, I’ll hold you to that. Make sure you don’t back out, Hinata-chan. You know how much I despise lairs.”

And just like that, Hinata had talked himself into this situation, and Ouma made sure to block off all escape routes.

Perhaps Hinata was a bit overconfident in his ability to find a date, but he was sure he could have figured something out if it hadn’t been for one, tiny little problem holding him back. It was so stupid and trivial it made him embarrassed just thinking about it.

Hinata was a grown man and yet he was holding himself back with what could only be described as a schoolboy crush. He wished he could forget about it, even just for long enough to ask someone else out, but just the thought of taking anyone else on a date made his skin crawl. He wouldn’t even be doing anything wrong, and yet the guilt still snuck up on him.

Part of the reason he was so certain he would have a date was because he thought it would give him a good opportunity to get over these messy, unrequited feelings, but it only served to make them worse. Hinata was a mess through and through, incapable of moving forward with what he felt, but not able to move on.

Hinata knew full well that there were only two reasonable options to his dilemma. Either ask the person he liked out, or get over it and move on. However, he decided for a third option: pine over them from the sidelines and act like nothing was happening.

Right now, he found himself looking over at Komaeda, and regretting that choice with everything in him. He shouldn’t have put this off for so long, he should have just given up, he should have just asked out a stranger like people used to do, anything but this. He was going insane, that was the only possible option. The stars were aligning to create the perfect situation in order to scramble his brain into a million pieces

Komaeda was many things. He was annoying, in a way that begged Hinata to fight back even though he would never win. He was smart, that’s exactly why Hinata knew he would never win their countless petty arguments. He was thoughtful, even if he acted like it made him strange; Hinata found it endearing how he always remembered little details about the lives of the people around him. He was funny, although Hinata would never admit that out loud. Most of the time, he didn’t make any sense. He was shameless, but quiet, confident, yet insecure, moody, and still objective.

It fascinated Hinata.

Above all, Komaeda was a friend. Only a friend. It didn’t help that he also happened to be the most beautiful person Hinata ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. His hair was soft and fluffy as it cascaded over his face, and his eyes were so bright they seemed to light up whenever he was excited. He always wore low cut shirts that would leave Hinata actively trying not to stare at his collar bones, as well as jeans that were tight enough to make him think thoughts he really shouldn’t be thinking.

All these things were supposed to represent a simple, fleeting attraction. Hinata had decided from the very start that he wasn’t going to entertain any of it. Komaeda was important to him, and he didn’t want to ruin their friendship by bringing in romantic feelings. He assumed they would go away soon enough, and he would be left pining over someone else in no time. What he didn’t expect was for it to grow into the worst, stupidest, irrational crush he had ever had in his life.

He couldn’t have asked anyone else to be his date, because the entire time he knew exactly who he would be thinking about. It didn’t feel fair to put anyone through that. So, maybe it was partially out of spite, or desperation, that he was here presenting such a wild idea to the only person who could help him.

“Please,” he repeated. “It’s just for a night. Pretend to be my date. That’s it, all we have to do is pretend for a few hours, and you’ll even get some free food and drinks.”

For a moment, Komaeda falted, and Hinata thought he might have the slightest chance. “Won’t you be embarrassed by having someone like me go with you? Maybe I can go as your friend instead.. To save you the embarrassment of pretendng to go out with me.”

There was that awful, wrongly placed insecurity that made Komaeda all the more confusing. He had been occupying Hinata’s brain for months now and he still had the audacity to say stuff like that. How could he not tell how wrong it was? It was like someone pointing at the sun and saying it was purple. Hinata couldn’t even argue against it; how does one argue against something so obvious?

“No, we can’t go as friends, that won’t count. That’s why we need to pretend to be dating. Just for the night, I promise, and it doesn’t have to be anything serious. Afterwards I’ll tell everyone it didn’t work out and we went back to being friends. Simple.” It wasn’t.

Komaeda looked down at the floor, then to the side, anywhere to avoid eye contact. “Are you sure people would believe it? I mean someone like you choosing to go out with someone like me…” He trailed off.

“Damn, you’re right. I’m just so far out of your league, aren’t I?” Hinata responded with a little too much sarcasm in his tone. He knew what Komaeda was implying with what he said, but as soon as Hinata turned the meaning around on himself instead, his friend finally looked him in the eye and huffed as if he were actually offended

Hinata got the exact reaction he had been hoping for. Komaeda wasn’t so simple to understand, but there were some things that Hinata had figured out. For as self deprecating as he was, he was a million times more stubborn, and he would do anything to avoid letting Hinata have the upper hand.

“Actually, I meant the exact opposite, but fine.” He crossed his arms over his chest, and looked up at Hinata through long eyelashes, a mischievous smirk on his face. “I’ll be your arm candy for the night. Just make sure to wear something nice so you don’t embarrass me.”

Hinata chuckled. “Now I’m tempted to wear something stupid just to mess with you.”

“Actually, I think I’m busy next weekend, you’ll have to find someone el-”

“Okay, I won’t!! Please.” Komaeda giggled at his desperation, and Hinata was left with his head in his hand trying to hide from his humiliation.

He was really doing this, taking his actual crush on a fake date because he was too much of a coward to ask anyone out for real. He almost considered just admitting the truth to Ouma instead of bothering with a wedding present because he would surely get more amusement from Hinata’s suffering than an actual gift. That wasn’t going to happen, though. He had figured out what was technically a solution to his problem, even if it was making him lose what little was left of his sanity. He wasn’t going to back down now.

–

The week passed slowly, and each day Hinata found himself wondering more and more if this was a good decision. Together, Komaeda and him had come up with a simple backstory to make their fake dating story convincing. Although, now that it was actually happening, Hinata found himself so nervous he was having trouble remembering anything other than how to keep his legs steady beneath him.

He was waiting outside of Komaeda’s door, pacing back and forth, probably looking like an idiot. He had gotten a text from his friend saying that he would be a few more minutes, but Hinata was far too restless to sit still in the car. What if he accidentally managed to look stupid? The wedding wasn’t particularly fancy, but was a dress shirt and tie enough? Did he make sure to iron out all the wrinkles? His damn hair never did what he wanted it to, and after half an hour of trying to tame the spiky mess on top of his head he had given up and let it do whatever it wanted.

However, all that worry left him when Komaeda stepped out of his door, and suddenly Hinata’s mind went blank. He knew Komaeda was pretty, but he wasn’t anywhere near prepared to see him dressed up like that. He wore a classic white button down, tucked into slacks that fit him a little too well. On top of that was a vest, which highlighted his figure in a way that Hinata couldn’t help but stare at. Komaeda normally wore big coats that he hid away in, so seeing him in something so fitted was a surprise.

Had his waist always been that small? There was no way. How was it possible that he somehow managed to look even better than usual?

It would be insufficiant to say he was pretty, or handsome, or any other silly word that people tried to use in moments like these. Komaeda was stunning, in every single way Hinata could have imagined. He glowed, like the light was admiring his presence just as much as Hinata was.

Not only did he get himself a date, even if it was a fake one, he was going to this wedding with someone who looked like that. He couldn't tell if this was good or bad luck, it still seemed so impossible.

His, frankly embarrassing, thoughts were interrupted by a call of his name. “Hinata-kun?”

Hinata snapped back to reality. “Uh, um, you look nice.” That’s it? That’s all he managed to say? Nice didn’t even cover half of it. Komaeda deserved a string of compliments that went on for so long he would be out of breath before the end of it.

“Thank you. So do you.” Komaeda looked at the ground as he spoke, and if Hinata’s thoughts were any less scrambled, he would have noticed that he wasn’t the only one blushing right now.

The car ride there was mostly silent. Komaeda seemed quite focused trying to tie his hair up, eventually giving up and letting half of it stay down. Hinata thought it was cute, and he found himself a little annoyed that he had to focus on the road instead of Komaeda’s adorable expressions.

When they arrived, Hinata had mostly forgotten about his nerves. At least until they began to make their way inside, and Komaeda slid up beside him and grabbed his hand. Hinata halted midstep, and nearly tripped over his own two feet as Komaeda kept going. His friend looked back at him with a raised eyebrow and crooked smile, like he knew exactly what he was doing. “We should hold hands. That’s what most couples do, right?” That mischief in his smile was also evident in his voice, and Hinata wondered if he would be annoyed if he wasn’t so flustered.

Komaeda’s hand was cold in his, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Somehow, their fingers laced together perfectly, like they were meant to fit just like that. Hinata stared down at their hands, wondering how something that had never happened before could look so familiar. “Yeah,” he muttered. Then, he took a better grip of Komaeda’s hand and led them into the building.

There were a good amount of people there, and Hinata quickly found his friends grouped together chatting mindlessly. Hinata did his best not to let his nerves show through as he approached. He couldn't tell if it was better, or more difficult, that Komaeda ended up already knowing around half of them. It made introductions go by smoothly, but when questioned on the hand holding, Hinata found himself freezing up.

He suddenly became very aware of his situation. He was really holding Komaeda’s hand, standing so close to him, and now his friends were excitedly congratulating them for getting together. It was straight out of one of his more self indulgent fantasies. He wasn’t delusional, he was still very aware that it was all fake, but still, it was overwhelming having to live in this reality.

Komaeda was the perfect partner in crime. He kept up with all the little lies, and acted like he wanted to be there, and didn’t need to be talked into it. He smiled and laughed when Hinata’s friends teased him, and the whole time he kept Hinata’s hand in his, like he actually didn’t mind the closeness. While he was doing all of that, Hinata found himself stuttering and blushing trying to keep himself together. This was his idea after all, but he was still having trouble getting a hold of himself.

Luckily, their conversation didn’t last for too long. Soon enough, everyone was seated at tables and the night began to fly by. Hinata didn’t consider himself an emotional person, but something about weddings had always struck him as magical. He had never loved someone enough to consider spending the rest of his life with them. He wondered if it really felt like the way they portrayed it in romance movies. Would his heart be stolen away until he was incapable of thinking of anyone else? Would it beat so fast in his chest that he couldn’t hold in his emotions? What would it feel like to kiss someone he cared about like that? It was mysterious, in a way that had him curious, but not impatient, to know the answer.

Like he said, Hinata wasn’t an emotional person, but he did find himself crying by the end of the ceremony. He was hoping no one would notice, but suddenly he felt a hand on his face. Komaeda’s thumb brushed gently across his cheek, wiping away a tear, and lingering for a little longer than necessary. “I didn’t know Hinata-kun was such a crybaby,” he teased.

When Hinata whipped his head around, he noticed Komaeda’s eyes were also watering. The lights reflected off of the collecting teardrops, and made his eyes sparkle in a way that seemed surreal. For just a moment, Hinata stopped questioning all of those romantic cliches.

“You’re crying too.” he pouted, turning back away before it could be obvious how much he was blushing. Even after the hand pulled away, Hinata could swear he could still feel the contact. Komaeda’s touch was refreshing, always dragging him back for more, and this was no exception.

Fake. he reminded himself. This was all just for show, nothing more.

Time passed, Hinata got his out of control heart back in order, and conversation started back up. The excitement over their dating announcement had died down, and finally he thought he was going to be able to relax and have a nice rest of the night. That was until the newlyweds arrived at their table, and one look from Ouma made him realize that relaxing had never been an option.

Everyone said their congratulations to the couple, but Ouma was much more focused on cozying up beside Hinata, his eyes darting back and forth between him and Komaeda. “Who is this over here?” He asked without even bothering to address the rest of the table.

“I’m sure I’ve mentioned my friend Komaeda before-” Hinata began to explain before Ouma cut him off.

“Awwww, Hinata-chan brought a friend! That’s so sweet.” He mocked.

Komaeda spoke up next. He reached for one of Hinata’s hands that was resting on the table, and laced their fingers together like before. “Well actually, we’re not just friends anymore.” It was so natural, so easy, Hinata didn’t even think twice about the way he brought his free hand to rest on top of their joined ones.

Ouma looked puzzled. His eyes narrowed, his mouth fell open a few times before he actually said anything, and he seemed to freeze for a moment beside Hinata. “Oh? When did this happen?”

Hinata didn’t know if he should be offended that Ouma was doubting him, or if he should be relieved that their lie wasn’t immediately called out. “Not long ago. We’ve only been on a few dates so far.” Hinata did his best to keep his tone even as he responded, trying to avoid making his answer sound as practiced as it was. He kept his gaze on Komaeda, smiling as if they were silently sharing memories. If there was one person who could see through this, it was Ouma, and Hinata would rather avoid looking him in the eye while lying so blatantly.

However, when he did look back over, Ouma just seemed more perplexed. It was clear he was suspicious, but couldn’t completely tell what was going on. Hinata was going to take that as a win. Even if there was suspicion, fooling Ouma at all was a tough feat, and he couldn't help but feel a bit proud of himself.

“Congrats guys, it’s really nice to see you finally get together.” Saihara said from the other end of the table where he had been talking to Nanami a moment ago.

Hinata knew that he should just let it go. Bringing any more attention to them would only lead to more lying, which he would like to avoid, but he couldn’t stop himself. Curiosity got the best of him as he asked. “Finally?”

Saihara chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck, like he had been caught with something he shouldn’t have. “Well, I didn’t want to say anything before, but your crush on Komaeda has been obvious for a while now. I’m glad we’re finally getting to meet him.”

Hinata couldn’t hide the way his jaw dropped. He hadn’t told anyone about his feelings, specifically with the intention of keeping them secret. He sure as hell wasn’t expecting anyone to bring up his real feelings, not when everything before them was just a display. Saihara meant well, Hinata knew he did, but right now he wanted to grab his shoulders and shake some sense into him. He didn’t even know what he was doing, and Hinata wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Really? Tell me more,” Komaeda pried, a devilish smile curling on his lips that Hinata wanted to kick himself for finding attractive.

Saihara kept talking, as if he wasn’t ruining Hinata’s life, as if this was just general knowledge that people learned about in elementary school. “He’s mentioned you a few times, and his face always heats up. Sometimes he looks down at his phone with this big, goofy smile while he’s texting. It’s quite cute, honestly. I figured it was only a matter of time until something happened between the two of you.”

Hinata was certain he was going to explode from embarrassment, and maybe that would have been for the best. Anything would be better than sitting between Komaeda and Ouma both snickering at him like this was the funniest thing they had ever heard. He could only assume that Ouma had figured it out, he could see through almost any farce. Komaeda, on the other hand, looked far too smug as he laughed at the way Hinata hid his head in his arms on the table.

“Aww, Hinata-kun. That’s adorable. I never knew you liked me so much.”

He was going to die here. That was the only possible option. There was no coming back from something like this. This was the downfall of Hajime Hinata. He had lived a good life, done things that he had enjoyed. Other than bringing Komaeda here and choosing to be friends with Saihara, he didn’t have any regrets. He had a good run, but all good things had to come to an end eventually.

In a surprising turn of events, he didn’t actually end up dying. Nanami started talking about something that caught the table’s attention, Saihara and Ouma moved on to talk to the other guests, and by the time Hinata peeked his head back up things had gone back to normal. He was sure Komaeda wasn’t going to let him get away with this, but at least for now he was safe.

Everything was fine when they were just chatting and wasting time together, and Hinata wasn’t having one of his, apparently, worst kept secrets called out in front of the last person he wanted to know. At some point Komaeda mentioned something about going to get a drink, and Hinata had been distracted by a conversation with Souda for most of the time that he was gone. He noticed his friend had been gone for what felt like too long, and when he glanced over at the small bar set up, he realized exactly why that was.

Komaeda was standing at the bar, leaning down on his elbows and looking comfortable as could be as he laughed at something that couldn't have possibly been that funny. Beside him was a man Hinata didn’t recognize. He appeared to be telling some story, using his hands to emphasize his words. Then, one of those hands landed on Komaeda’s arm, and stayed there as he kept talking. Komaeda didn’t brush it off, he didn’t even appear to notice it, but Hinata did. He fixated on it, and the longer he did, the less he could ignore it.

A sensation that he could only describe as burning made its way through his body. He was angry, but he couldn’t place why. They weren’t actually together. Komaeda was allowed to flirt with whoever he wanted. Even someone who clearly told terrible stories.

That anger was quick to manifest as possessiveness that left Hinata with a sour taste in his mouth. Komaeda was his date for tonight, but Komaeda wasn’t his. As much as he wanted that, he couldn’t force it into reality. But, he also couldn’t stop the rage inducing jealousy that was making him get up from his seat and storm over to the bar.

He did his best to act unbothered when he made it there, but he knew he wasn’t fooling anyone. He wrapped an arm around Komaeda’s waist, and put on a passive aggressive smile. “Hey there, I was missing you.” He said with a sickening sweetness in his voice.

The stranger looked between the two of them, and took a step back. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were here with someone.” For some reason, his politeness just annoyed Hinata even more.

“No worries, I should have mentioned it sooner.” Komaeda responded. Then, as if he was getting revenge for Hinata touching him so casually, he leaned over and quickly kissed Hinata on the cheek.

The stranger quickly left, but Hinata was no longer focused on that. All of the anger in his body evaporated. He was numb, and the only thing he could feel was the warmth from where Komaeda had kissed him. “What the hell was that?” Hinata hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but it slipped past him nonetheless.

Komaeda giggled, an adorable faux-innocent smile spreading across his face. “I wanted to see how you’d react. You didn’t disappoint.” He laughed some more, and Hinata found himself fascinated by that smile. “You got so flustered, it’s cute.” Cute? Did Komaeda just call him cute? “Did you think I was going to actually kiss you?”

Hinata’s mind was scrambled. The man he had been pining over had just kissed his cheek, and even if it was fake, he needed many more minutes until he was going to be functional again.

“Uh, um, what?” His eyes were still trained on Komaeda’s smile.

“Were you jealous, Hinata-kun?”

“Yes- wait. Uh. Why would I be jealous? That’s stupid.” Had his smile always been this pretty?

“Could it be that you want me to actually kiss you?”

“Yes- no. I think. No, right?” Hinata didn’t think that counted as a proper response, but he was too busy realizing he was staring at Komaeda’s mouth for far too long. He ripped his gaze away, and instead was met with wide eyes trained on him so intensely Hinata felt a shiver go down his spine. Komaeda was thinking very hard about something, and Hinata wished he could remember what had come out of his own mouth so he could figure out what was going on in Komaeda’s wonderful mind.

Hinata felt a hand wrap around his arm, and before he knew what was happening he was being dragged away from the crowds. He was led out of the main room, and down an empty hallway near the back of the building.

“Komaeda! What are you doing?” Hinata stuttered out as he tried to keep up.

Komaeda leaned against one of the walls, and grabbed tight onto Hinata’s tie to pull until he was directly in front of him. They were much closer than they had ever been before, just barely enough space between them to still talk comfortably. Hinata’s eyes darted between Komaeda’s, and the fingers wrapped around his tie. His brain was spinning around so fast he couldn’t make out his own thoughts.

“You didn’t answer me properly, so I figured I would take you away from the distractions so you could focus.” Komaeda’s voice was clear, confident, and alluring in a way that Hinata couldn’t help but fall for. “Do you want to kiss me?”

It was at that moment that Hinata’s mind came to a complete stop. He was unable to think of anything else besides the man right in front of him. He realized two things: Komaeda was the most beautiful sight he had ever laid eyes on, and he would give up everything he had ever owned to be able to kiss him.

So he did. His body felt like it was in a trance, moving forward without thinking about what any of his actions meant. Even though he asked the question, Komaeda gasped and tensed up the moment their lips met, like anything other than rejection was a surprise he couldn’t understand. It only took a moment for him to relax, and when he did, Hinata felt himself melt into the touch.

Like their hands, their lips fit together like they were made to do exactly this. Hinata moved forward to press Komaeda against the wall. He needed more contact. He needed their bodies pressed together until any space between them was smothered like all of his own doubts. He had wanted this for so damn long, and he was going to make sure it wouldn’t end after one, simple kiss.

He kept Komaeda there, against him, and when he didn’t pull away he was met with a smile and sigh against his lips. Komaeda’s arms wrapped loosely around his neck and encouraged him to push even closer.

He couldn’t help himself. His hands wrapped around Komaeda’s waist, and he had to hold back the noise that bubbled up in his chest when he realized he could get more than a good enough grip to pick Komaeda up like this. Instead, he kept him caged against the wall, and kissed him like he needed it to breathe. It felt good in a way he couldn’t even describe. The familiarity of their years of friendship didn’t just dissolve with this new type of touch. That comfort was still there, and with every move, a new sense of intimacy grew.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t a little bit surprised by Komaeda’s eagerness. He couldn’t believe that the person he liked so much could really want to kiss him, especially like this, with grasping hands, shallow breaths, a little too much force, and everything that showed a bit too clearly how they both wanted so much more.

With a light push against him, Hinata pulled away, and gave them both enough space to breathe. He watched Komaeda’s chest rise and wall, as he smiled at Hinata. They were the same height with the way Komaeda slouched against the wall, and that made it all the more easy to lean in for another kiss.

It was surreal, finally getting what he had wanted for so many months now. Komaeda looked like he couldn’t believe it either. Then, out of nowhere, both at once, the two of them started laughing. They didn’t take their hands off of each other, but they laughed like it was all some big joke, which felt much more likely than reality. Komaeda really was beautiful when he laughed. He rarely ever looked that relaxed, and his hair bounced with his shoulders in the most adorable way.

When Komaeda’s eyes opened again, they carried every bit of that glee with them. “Kiss me again?”

Hinata immediately gave into the request. He would do so a million times over if he could feel Komaeda this close, make him look that happy.

Somehow, by some twist of fate, Hinata had ended up with a real date.

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