#He beat komaeda. I love him

[kazz-matazz]

currently thinking about how I submitted like 3 pieces of propaganda for the 2023 edgelord battles. for gladion pokemon

[eggs-can-draw]

Kokichi making a potion in Shuichi’s bathtub while Shuichi is making mud soup in the sink (Gundham was babysitting)

Kokichi: CACKLING EVILLY, SURELY THIS POTION SHALL CURSE HIS ENEMIES FOR THE REST OF THEIR DAYS

Shuichi: good soup nice soup making good warm soup for all my friends :)

Gundham "The Cool Uncle" Tanaka: *approves of both and is helping Kokichi cast his evil little spells on the "potion"*

[m-y-fandoms]

Commission: Nagito Komaeda and Kokichi Ouma - Kissing/Makeout Headcanons + First Kiss Drabble

Fic premise assumes you are the S/O (established relationship or crush) and WANT to be kissed by them, keep this in mind.

Word count: 2.6k words

Nagito Komaeda

Nagito is very ill (obviously) both mentally and physically. With this in mind and just seeing how he acts in-game, I have always retained the idea that he has different sides of himself. I think a lot of the time, the illness gets to his head.

Which Nagito you get can change day by day depending on his mood, his goals, or his current mental state, as we see in-game. Think of how he acts in the beginning of Chapter 1 versus say Chapter 5.

There was a very smug, passive-aggressive (and sometimes just plain aggressive), and sharp-witted Nagito…

Or the giggling, self-hating, hope-gasming mess of a man Nagito.

As his S/O, you got both sides, and both sides would serve you in his own way. He would always strive to please you, even if his methods and words sometimes weren’t the best.

After all, he wouldn’t have fallen in love with you if he didn’t see you as a beacon of hope. You were worthy in every way to him, even when he felt like he didn’t deserve you.

Early into your relationship, Nagito would be very needy, in disbelief that someone like him could have someone like you. He’d be touch-starved, nearly worshiping your body as you made out.

His hands would shake as he ran them up and down your sides while you kissed, clawing at your scalp, desperate to pull you in as if he’d lose you if he didn’t.

He’d be out of breath, ragged, not wanting to separate from you. He wouldn’t believe you would want to be near him, much less lock lips with him. He would savor every second, heart beating wildly in his chest. He would feel like he could pass out at any second.

As your relationship progressed and you two got more comfortable being romantic and vulnerable around each other, he would become more confident and initiate the connections between you two more often.

There would still be times where he acted a bit strange or timid, even in your trusted presence, but now making out with you was something he wanted to enjoy regularly, craved and needed, rather than an occurrence he thought would never happen to him in a million years.

He warms up to you like an engine, going from clinging to you and asking between kisses why you have feelings for a mess like him, to leaving you speechless and breathless as he pushes you up against the wall of your private cottage. He’d cage you in with his arms on either side of you, wanting you only to himself, biting at your bottom lip.

He’d become greedy with your touch and time, dragging you away from the group to make out in your room and tell you how you drive him wild.

The First Kiss

You sat on the floor of Nagito’s cabin with him like you did pretty much every night, cross-legged and hiding a hand of cards from him so he couldn’t cheat. He won nearly every time anyway, so he didn’t need that extra advantage. You enjoyed whisking him away for alone time like this. You found that many of your classmates either didn’t like Nagito or didn’t understand him. Most found him odd, even those who called him a friend. He never saw their judgements or little jabs as hurtful because he thought he deserved it. It made you really enjoy the time spent between only the two of you, because there was no judgement toward him, no stress. You could just be yourselves. He could even tell you about his ideals and plans for hope for the world all he wanted without being side-eyed. You often talked for hours as you played video games you borrowed from Chiaki and ate snacks. 

Everyone knew you two were a thing, a close friendship that had blossomed into a mutual crush. You were rarely seen without the other, and in fact most had an inkling that if Nagito wasn’t with you, he was up to something. 

You had a lot of fun with him, despite his constant questioning of your feelings for him: asking why you’d want to even be around someone like him, assuring you that he knew he could be a bother. He felt like he was a waste of your time, and you were slowly getting him out of the habit of feeling that way.

Now into early hours of the morning, everyone else was fast asleep for the night. Nagito walked you back to your cabin in the dark of the humid night, lit only by small lanterns adorning the cottage walls. This was your routine. Once in a while you fell asleep in his bed while he slept on the floor with a single blanket and pillow but him walking you back to your room before then was the norm. He’d casually wrap his coat around your shoulders on the rare occasion it was chilly, sometimes risk awkwardly reaching for your hand. He’d never been forward with you thus far, making it clear that while he wanted more, he didn’t feel like he deserved it. He wasn’t the best choice for you. He was meant to support you, to bolster your hope, not be a romantic equal. Tonight, it felt a little different, though. You wanted your relationship to move to the next level. You were going crazy, left with only the gentle embraces or leaning against him on his bed to satisfy you until your next fix. You needed more.

“Well… goodnight (Y/N),” Nagito flashed you a sideways grin, hesitating as if something were on his mind before turning to return to his cabin alone. You’d met his eyes and he looked away, already beginning his trek back. You reached out, grasping the tips of his fingers then securely moving your way up his arm to halt him.

“Nagito, wait…” He snapped his ghostly white face back to you immediately, expectantly almost…

“Yeah?” You swallowed nervously, losing the confidence and adrenaline rush when his eyes searched yours. He had a way of making butterflies appear in your stomach. He was just… so pretty, especially in the low lighting, especially with your nerves on fire. “What is it, (Y/N)...?” He stepped closer when the silence lingered.

“I, well… don’t go, yet…” You struggled to find the words. You couldn’t just ask straight out, right?

“Okay… I’ll stay. Is something wrong?” He hadn’t known you to ever be nervous or at a loss of words around him. That was everyone else’s job.

“Well, I want to… well…” he stepped a bit closer and your heart rate picked up. “Is it okay if maybe, I kiss you?” He felt his heart sink. His eyes went wide, pupils blown out in disbelief, but yet he stepped closer, as if his body and mind were at opposition.

“What? You want to kiss someone like me? Why would you-”

“If you don’t want to, please, it’s okay. Seriously, we don’t have to-.” You started back tracking immediately, thinking maybe you’d gone too far. 

“Well of course I want to, but… I mean someone like me would only soil you. Can you imagine my filthy lips on y-”

“I do imagine your lips… a lot.” You spoke barely above a whisper, and he moved closer once more, until your chest lightly bumped against his.

“Really? Wow, I can’t imagine such a shining beacon of hope such as yourself wanting anything to do with me…” His eyes darted between yours and your bottom lip, feeling the stirrings of desire in the pit of his stomach.

“You say that a lot, you know… I wish you wouldn’t.” You tilted your head slightly, leaning in gently, extending your neck just barely.

“Are you sure about this?” His voice took on a slightly husky tone, and he didn’t stop you when your lips bumped against his, so reluctantly, so jittery. When he didn’t pull away, you pressed a little harder.

Almost like his cautious and unsure mood from just before was a merely a farce, he tilted his head to match, and his lips melted into yours like they were meant to fit together. Touch-starved and needy, he brought two shaky hands up to clutch onto your shoulders, as if you’d blow away with the wind if he didn’t. Allowing you very little time or room to breathe, his tongue found its way past your lips and brushed against yours. He felt you return the gesture with even more enthusiasm, and you heard as much as felt him moan into your mouth. The rumble in his chest sent sparks to your brain. He moved one hand around your waist, the other grabbing the back of your neck desperately, pulling you further in when you couldn’t physically be any closer. He was frantic, needing more and more of you. His mind was racing with so many thoughts at once.

Needing air urgently, you pulled away and found him hesitant to let go. So you didn’t. Not wanting to part from him either, you rested your forehead against his, bringing your hands up to run through his cloud of messy white locks.

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi is not shy.

He is bold, teasing, and very loud about his feelngs for you.

Because while he loved to lie, your flustered reactions to his affections were so much more rewarding.

When it came to kissing, well there was no better way to rile you up and get that reaction he was looking for.

He loves PDA.

Kissing you in public was not only a way to mess with you, but to show the world you belonged to him.

He would do drive by kisses, running up to you for a peck then scampering off before you had a moment to process.

He would make bets, games, dares where you had to kiss him if you lost.

Kokichi was not nice.

When he made out with you in the privacy of your own dorm rooms, he was rough and unforgiving. He liked your little yips and gasps of surprise.

He would nibble at your jaw…

Bite your bottom lip a little too hard and lick up the bead of blood that spilled out…

Wrap one hand around your throat to keep you in place…

Sometimes he would tease you, hovering his lips over yours until you were nearly begging him to just kiss you already.

Your embarrassment was super cute to him.

When he was really into it, sometimes he’d pull at your hair or grab your backside, and when your lips parted to gasp, shoved his tongue in, an opportunist.

The First Kiss

You were traipsing about with Kokichi, investigating the newly unlocked areas of the academy. Exploring the vast and mysterious campus was daunting alone, but super fun with Kokichi by your side. You bounced between recently opened labs while Kokichi bothered their owners.

After a while, as the day was winding down and you’d begun to run low on energy, you sat with Kokichi on the top step of the flight of stairs just down the hall from Kiyo’s lab. The atmosphere was dark and gloomy, like the set of a horror film. You’d never have come up to this floor alone. You wondered why such a cheery girl like Angie had her lab - used to create beautiful art - on such a spooky floor. Kokichi, of course, had been messing with you the whole time, claiming he’d seen a dark shadow down the hall or that he swore he heard Kiyo hatching an evil plan in his lab earlier. You’d punched his shoulder, begging him to cut it out before you ran back to your dorm and left him behind. Looking down the creaky steps, you spoke a warning to him:

“Kokichi, I’m serious! You know this place freaks me out already. I don’t need you adding to i- mmph!” Your words were cut off, muffled into an awkward noise when Kokichi’s lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes widened in shock, but his were closed as he kissed you and pulled back just as fast. He leaned back on his hands, smirking mischeviously at you.

“W-what was that for?!” You sputtered, feeling your pulse throb in your chest.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Kokichi feigned innocence, his mouth agape in a childish look of guilt.

“You kissed me???” Your brows furrowed suspiciously.

“Well, I like you!” He grinned genuinely. “I know you like me too~! I heard you talking to Saihara about it the other day!” You were shocked at his apparent spying on you and would address it later, but he was right. You did have a crush on Kokichi, and you’d spoken to your close friend Shuichi about it at length, but you’d never have told Kokichi himself. You expected a swift and humiliating rejection if you did. You liked Kokichi a lot actually, but thought that to him, you were nothing more than a plaything, a way to avoid boredom because you tolerated him unlike most of your peers. A friend at most. 

Your mind was racing, wondering how he could confess his feelings for you so bluntly, so plainly… Wasn’t he nervous at all? Was this a lie? Who can state that they like someone as more than a friend so casually?

But then you remembered that this was Kokichi. He wasn’t like other people. He was unique, for sure. You’d never met anyone like him.

“If you knew, why didn’t you tell me before?” You questioned, disbelief in your voice. He really was something else. “Ahhh!” You cried out as you were pushed backwards suddenly, now laying flat on the floor against the landing of the stairs. Kokichi jumped astride you, ignoring your question and straddling your waist. With a devilish grin he looked at you, pinned down below him. “Kokichi!” You squealed, not able to do much else. Your limbs felt like jelly and you couldn’t make eye contact with him.

“Awww I love that embarrassed expression on you~! You know, (Y/N)... you’re kinda cute this way.” He leaned down, letting the tip of his nose wiggle against yours. “You want more?” He mused, his tone low and impish. Turning your head away from him shyly, you paused, thinking about if you should humiliate yourself by playing along first, before nodding in response.

“Then beg for it…” he frowned down at you, deadly serious and commanding an intimidating presence.

“Stop it, Kokichi! You’re being cruel…” You threw an arm over your eyes, obscuring him from view, wishing you could just disappear at this very moment. You couldn’t take the teasing anymore. You were used to it from him, but not in this way. Never in this way.

“Come on now… if you act like that, I won’t kiss you ever again!” He crinkled his nose and furrowed his brow in disapproval. Your ears perked up at that, and you acted on instinct, reaching up and grabbing his checkered bandana in a vice-like grip. His mouth fell agape just a little, brows raising. “Oh, so that’s how it is~” he snickered. 

He knew he had you in his trap, just where he wanted you. You tugged on the bandana, and he let you, bringing his lips down to hover right above yours. You closed your eyes expectantly, waiting for a kiss that never came. After a second, you felt the weight of his body lift off of you, and your eyes fluttered open in disappointment.

“Kokichi?” You sat up to see him already a few steps ahead of you, ready to make a break for it.

“Tell you what… if you can catch me, I’ll take you back to your room and kiss you all you want~!” He gestured flippantly to you, waving his hand, and took off at the speed of light.

[bubblyqueer000]

Hello helloooo. I see you’ve opened up your v3 requests 👀 can we get some Kiibo, Kokichi and/or Nagito with an s/o (she or they pronouns) who’s really intimidating and scary at first but a total softie and super flustered when they’re complimented or flirted with?

Kokichi, Kiibo, and Nagito x Intimidating!Soft!Reader

My first V3 request! I haven't totally gotten through everyone's free time events and I'm not that great at writing Kokichi or Kiibo yet so please bare with me. Love you guys and thanks again for 100 followers!

Enjoy!

Commission me on Ko-Fi! Link in pinned post!

Kokichi Ouma 

♡ Was never all that intimidated by you honestly. Or maybe he was and he was just lying about it. Who knows. Point is, he never let it show. He is the supreme leader of evil, after all. Who would scare him?

♡ That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t pretend to be afraid though. Kokichi would always cry and act like you were bullying him when you told him to stop with his stupid antics.

♡ When he did this you would try to get him to stop crying, making you seem soft and sensitive to him. Then he would probably start teasing you even more. 

♡ “So you weren’t really as intimidating as you pretended. I hate liars!” 

♡ “I wasn’t lying, you annoying little-”

♡ “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH YOU’RE CALLING ME ANNOYING WHEN I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE YOUR FRIEND!! YOU’RE SO MEEEEAN!!!” He wailed. 

♡ “Huh? Hey, wait!” You shouted at him. 

♡ I guess your ‘friendship’ - if you could even call it that - started from there. It was mostly just Kokichi teasing you and you trying not to beat the shit out of him. 

♡ When you finally got together, the teasing definitely didn’t stop. It even kind of intensified when he saw how flustered you got when he flirted with you. 

♡ He’ll try to come up with the cringiest, gushiest things he can make you feel embarrassed. 

♡ He’ll make everyone think that it’s because he likes embarrassing you but deep down, you’re pretty sure that it’s just because he thinks your blushing face is the cutest thing ever! Who knows though. You can never get a straight answer from him (¬､¬)

K1-B0

♡ You two are in the same boat. 

♡ To some he might be intimidating, being a robot, but on the inside, he’s a total softie so he gets it!

♡ Even if you were never scared of him, he was always kind of scared of you. He hadn’t been used to such an intimidating human, and somehow the fact that you were around his age made you even scarier to him. 

♡ He wasn’t really used to the feeling so it made you intriguing to him. 

♡ Hehehe I got the thought that he wouldn’t know how to respond to the feeling and since he found it negative he would think you’re somehow being robophobic to him.

♡ But like I was saying, he was intrigued by you! Kiibo would definitely be the one to confess his feelings because of that, finally letting him see your true nature as a major softie. 

♡ Kiibo wants to try and do all the human couple things. It always really embarrassing to you when he asks to do things like that though. 

♡ “Y/N… I um…” Kiibo would begin, trying to stop his stutters.

♡ “What is it, babe?” You told him, in your regular scary tone.

♡ “Would you want to try cuddling… Like… With me?” He asked. Your head shot up, red flashing to your cheeks.

♡ “Um well.. I- Uh…!” You respond incoherently, trying to figure out what to say. 

♡ The two of you tried cuddling, which as you might imagine, wasn’t the most comfortable thing considering your partner’s metal body, but that wasn’t as bad as the butterflies in your stomach. Nothing had ever made you as nervous as that. Kiibo didn’t seem to mind or notice though so everything was good. :D 

♡ He always tries his best to do all of the things a human couple would so he loves holding your hand, kissing you, and basically any other form of physical affection as long as you don’t mind. 

♡ And his mind doesn’t even seem to process how nervous you obviously are so it’s even better!! We all love you, Kiibo buddy!! 

Nagito Komaeda

♡ Sees your intimidating demeanor as confident and due to that, he finds you inspiring! 

♡ Nagito isn’t the type to show how he’s truly feeling. He doesn’t seem to think that he deserves to show others how he really feels so he never makes it too clear that he’s spooked by you. 

♡ You’d start showing him your true colors when he compliments you. 

♡ “Wow, Y/N! I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who matches you in intensity. People like you make trash like me all the more boring.” 

♡ “I- Um… Well… You shouldn’t… Talk about yourself like that.” You told him, trying to pull yourself together. 

♡ You’d probably have to be the one to tell him your feelings because he wouldn’t really feel he deserves to tell you how he feels. Poor baby, we love you. 

♡ When you two get together though, he worships you, making you super blushy all the time!!

♡ His favorite time to fluster you is when you’re scolding him for the stupid junk that he pulls.

♡ “I can’t believe you did that, you jackass! Do you want everyone here to die? Do you want us all to kill eachother?!” You screamed in his face after a particularly tedious class trial. Nagito just stared at you, with a blank expression, red in the face. 

♡ “You’re very pretty, my hope.” He told you, catching you off guard and turning you into a blubbering mess. 

♡ Nagito is frustrating but… We love him anyways. ┐(´ー｀)┌

[tulipselfships]

Alan, Shirou, Byakuya, Nagito, Kokichi with Reader that is like Sonic.

-I’m a gaming nerd, I like your blog and have a nice day 💙💙💙

Alan Sylvastia, Shirou Ogami, Byakuya Togami, Nagito Komaeda, Kokichi Ouma X Reader who is like Sonic from Sonic The Hedgehog

CW: Shirou Spoilers??? I dunno man.

(OOC: Thanks for the request! I loved writing for what is basically a Sonic!Reader. I decided to base it on Modern Sonic, if that's fine.)

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Alan Sylvastia

Safe to say, he's impressed.

Although he's seen beastmen with similar scale abilities, he sure hasn't seen one as fast as you are.

This causes intrigue within him.

He tries to use your powers for experiments for his company. Nothing unethical, just some measures of your energy.

Of course, he loves you too.

He wants to spend all of the time he can with you.

He still finds a way to be the dominant one in the relationship, despite your personality.

Shirou Ogami

Again, he's seen beastmen with powers on a similar scale to yours.

He's even able to catch up to you, funny enough.

He makes 100% sure you use your powers for good.

Also, he has you run errands for the beastman co-op.

He does take you up on challenges, just because he wants some action in his old man bones dammit.

Your activity has him internally swooning for you.

One of his favorite things to do is to lead you to big romantic date setups at fancy restaurants. It makes him Flustered to see your reactions.

Byakuya Togami

He is attracted to you, but he's full of regret too.

When you're really kicking up a storm, he has to remind you to “stop acting like an informal baboon.”

He still loves you though.

But your cocky personality can get to him.

He wants to prove himself to you. No reason for it, he just feels like he needs to.

He often fails. But you don't shame him for it.

In fact, you love him for his attempts. He tries, and he tries for you.

Above all, he wants you to be happy with him.

Nagito Komaeda

Nagito notices your attitude, but really doesn't care.

He doesn't take challenges seriously. Because he will never beat you.

He thinks that he will never be as talented as you.

Of course, as soon as you catch on, you do everything in your power to make sure he knows that, while he may not be as fast or as powerful as you, he is more than enough.

He loves watching you. It's one of the best things he's ever watched.

You're one of the best things he's looked at.

He says your talents bring hope not only to him, but to others.

Kokichi Ouma

“Wow, you've got some speed! I could use you to take out my enemies.”

Of course, he jokes about using you in his “Supreme leader” job.

You love challenging each other to do things.

You're almost like 2 bros, as opposed to lovers.

But, you're still lovers through and through.

“Ooh, that face, I'm jealous! I just wanna kiss you right now.”

He admires you. And he loves to see you flustered.

He takes every opportunity he can to compliment you, and give you praise.

He means it, though. Despite the fact that his main goal is to Fluster you.

You two are a great match. This is sure to go on for a while

[idyllcy]

eros & psyche

Word count: 5k

Summary: the five times Komaeda tells you he likes you and the one time you tell him the same

cherry pink confessions

chocolate flavored kisses

and a bouquet of red roses

You stare at the red roses in the guy's hands, and you pause. "You want to date me to meet your soulmate, don't you?"

The guy sputters, and you sigh. "It's that girl over there." You point absentmindedly, changing your shoes and heading to your classroom. The guy yells thank you in the distance, rushing over to the girl with the roses instead. You dodge the students as they run around to their valentines, and you blink slowly at your desk.

You glance at the bouquets, reading through the letters and tossing flowers at classmates as they swarm around your desk for the chocolates. Ex-lovers... exes... exes... teacher... student... friend... friend... random admirer... ex— wait. random admirer?

You stop sorting through the letters, reading through the letter from the admirer, and you pause when you see the writing. It's familiar. The scent of fresh laundry dabbled on the paper reminds you of someone. It's strange. You didn't think you were able to recognize scents. Well, Nanami smells like strawberries, and Sonia smells like lilies. Teruteru is in a resting scent of cooking oil, and Mitarai smells like takeout. Komaeda... ah. He smells like fresh laundry, huh?

"Komaeda, do you have a crush on me?"

Komaeda jumps out of his skin as he stops at the door, blinking slowly at your question.

The cherry blossoms flutter outside, and your eyes lock with his. Komaeda stumbles over his words, confused beyond belief, trying to make sense of your question. Him? You? How— How'd you even find out? The letter wasn't even written by him? He had someone else write it for him? How would you even recognize that it was him? He had purposely stayed behind and almost ran late just so you wouldn't think it was him. Where did he screw up—

"Yes or no," You stare at him, and Komaeda averts his eyes to the ground.

"H-how did you tell?"

"Only you're capable of such poetic writing," You tuck the letter into your skirt, looking through the rest of your letters and gifts. It's creepy if you tell him you recognized the letter by scent. You hand the majority of the chocolate to Teruteru to mess with, and the roses go to Miss Yukizome to help decorate the class. Ryota gets photos of the letters for his animations, and you help Chiaki beat a romance simulator.

Komaeda thinks you've forgotten about him by the end of the day. You're still painting Sonia's nails, whispering and giggling about what she was going to do when she got home. Komaeda packs his bag as the bell rings, getting ready to leave.

"Hold it!" You yell for him as you rush to stuff as many of the letters into your bag as you can, and Komaeda stares at you as you run over to him. "Let's go."

"Why are you..."

"Go out with me," You stare up at him.

"H-huh? Komaeda stumbles over his words. He thought you were going to leave him. You were known to just point soulmates out on Valentine's instead of accepting anyone. If anything, you were the one receiving all of the confessions. Just what did he do for you to ask him out?

"I'll make you the happiest man alive during the time that we date, then I'll hand you to your soulmate when we finish. Please?"

"W-what if I want to stay with you?"

"Don't be silly," You blink twice. "No one dates me without knowing I match them to their soulmate."

"A-ah," Komaeda fiddles with his fingers. But he likes you. "Sure. We can date."

"Great!" You reach for a contract out of your bag. A couple of letters spill out with the contract, and Komaeda stares at the pink pen that falls out. Komaeda crouches down to reach for it, handing it to you as you hand him a contract."Please have this signed by tomorrow! Love you!"

"Ah... I... like you too."

He thinks you look gorgeous above him.

[Step one: Confess] [Complete]

"Where do you want to go for our first date?" You blink at Komaeda expectantly.

He shakes his head. The school is empty at this hour. The sun is burning out in the sky, and most of the students have headed to the cafeteria to eat. Hope's Peak had the best food, especially with Teruteru around. Ibuki might be performing downstairs again. He doesn't quite know how he ended up cornered by you at this hour. "I don't know."

"Really?" You tilt your head at him, hiding something behind you.

"Well," Komaeda pauses. It looks like a basket. "Picnic?"

"I thought you'd say that." You grin, pulling the basket from behind you. "shall we find somewhere?"

"I know a place," Komaeda mumbles, dragging you with him as you wind through the flower garden. "The ultimate botanist doesn't like us in his garden, but there's a wildflower field just beyond his garden. I hope it's empty."

"It should be," You follow behind him. "Komaeda-kun, what's your favorite food?"

"I prefer salty things to sweet things," Komaeda pauses. "Maybe... shrimp chips?"

"Mmm," You stop as he does, and you barely glance at the field. You pull a notebook from the basket next, scribbling down his answer. "What's your favorite color?

"Green."

You stare at the string on his pinky, noting down the hex code. "Sounds about right."

"How do you match people?" Komaeda helps you set up the picnic blanket, blinking slowly as you set up the picnic with ease. You pat the seat next to you, staring up at the tree. You don't answer him immediately, reaching for a sandwich instead.

"I match them based on soulmate strings," You swallow, glancing at him. "They exist. They have strings on their fingers." You pause. "If you believe that, it is."

"So... a predestined soulmate?" Komaeda hums. "Sounds fun. Doesn't that make soulmates real?"

"Yeah," You shrug. "My parents called me shrimp eyes."

"Because you see strings?"

"Yeah," You pause. It's strange that he's so accepting of something outrageous. "You believe me?"

"Well, it would explain your ultimate talent," Komaeda smiles, chewing on the shrimp chips.

"I made that, by the way," You kick your legs as you grab another slice.

"How do you even..."

"Trade secret," You pull out the strawberries, and Komaeda blinks slowly at the sight of the heart shape.

"You're... very romantic, aren't you?" Komaeda laughs as you pull out a heart-shaped cake.

"It comes with my talent," you hum. "Do you want a sandwich?"

"It's fine," Komaeda smiles. "Spending time with you is more than enough."

"Weirdly," You mumble as you write, "smooth with words."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Everything's a good thing if you get matched with people that suit you," You click the pen. "Likes and dislikes?"

"Like pretty people," He pauses. "And dislike ugly people."

"Mm," You scribble, following his words. "Pretty is subjective, what kind of pretty?"

"Pretty." Komaeda deadpans.

"Vague," You sigh, falling onto the mat. "Anything else?"

"What about you? Any fun facts?"

"I hate white day." You grin.

"Why?"

"Secret" You shrug. "Anything else you want to know?"

"Do you need my background?"

"I already have your background." You hum. "Rich people have more easily accessed histories. How much money do you have right now?"

"I don't think you want to know."

"But I do."

"Does money play into soulmates?"

You glance at the string tied to his ring finger. "Not really. It's more out of curiosity."

"I'll tell you," Komaeda stares at you, the wind blowing his hair. "But you have to keep it a secret."

"Will do!"

Komaeda says the number, but it goes in one ear and out the other. He's pretty. Pretty white hair with pink tips and pretty pale skin like snow. Snow white? You don't know. He's pretty. The flowers behind him seem dull compared to his face. His hair is sickly, and his skin wraps around his bones. His illness, huh? Chemo sounds terrible for someone only in high school. No one should have to go through something like that.

"Is... something wrong?"

You blink at him slowly, sighing. "Nope."

"Did I do something?"

"Nothing."

"Then why are you staring?"

Komaeda's lips are parted as he asks you, and you jut out your bottom lip. He's pretty. You pout when you remember that you're setting him up with someone through. You're sure that you'd keep him if his string had not been cut. Maybe you'll keep him if you try hard enough. The universe already destined someone to be his. Who are you to go against what the universe has already planned out for him?

"You're pretty," You hum.

"You flatter me," Komaeda looks to the side. "trash like me-"

"Has a soulmate," You sit up, turning to stare at him. "Everyone has a soulmate."

"What about you?"

You stare at your fingers. They're empty. "I'm just Cupid. Cupid doesn't have a soulmate."

"But Cupid married Psyche, did he not?" Komaeda reaches for your hand, tracing out letters in your hand.

I like you

You blink at Komaeda.

Right.

"Then I guess that makes me Saint Valentine."

[Step two: Date] [Complete]

You kick your leg over Komaeda's, leaning on his shoulder as the two of you sit on his couch, staring at the movie on screen. The two of you watch in silence, your hand in the popcorn bucket as he rests his arm on the rest. The wind blows outside, and you jump in your skin as the screen flashes. Komaeda blinks lifelessly, and you sigh in exhaustion as the movie credits roll.

"How are you not scared?" You reach to turn the lights on.

"Worst things have happened to me." Komaeda hums, leaning back as you reach over him. "Remember?"

"I'm surprised you didn't throw everything and decide to commit atrocious crimes after it," You sit back down, scrolling through the rest of the movie selections. "Do you miss your parents?"

"It's been a long time, so... not really."

"I see," You hand him the tablet as you note down his answer. "Komaeda-kun, I think your soulmate is a therapist. It's the most ideal relationship-"

"That's a joke."

"Yeah. I don't know who your soulmate is. I have to go find them." You stare at the hex code. "You know, everyone in hope's peak meets their soulmate at some point during their time at the school."

"Really?"

"Our seniors," You pause. "Class 75. Their soulmates were all in their class. There was a case where one of our seniors had two soulmates in the class."

"Does it have to be within the class?"

"No," You pause. "One of them had a reserve course soulmate. Well, not reserve course. An ordinary soulmate. Not an ultimate."

"Do you think I have a reserve course soulmate?" Komaeda grimaces. "I'll stay with you if I do."

"That's not for me to decide," You shrug. "Besides, I'm not able to stay with anyone."

"Why?"

"Saint Valentine never married."

"But Eros did." Komaeda tits his head. "Eros ended up with Psyche and fell in love with her, no?"

"Eros shot himself accidentally when shooting the second arrow. I'm not foolish enough to do that. Besides, didn't we already establish that I'm the Saint instead of Cupid?" You raise a brow at him in amusement. "Let's talk deep stuff. Any family trauma?"

"You know everything already." Komaeda pulls his knees to his chest, resting his chin on his shins. "You ran a background check."

"I don't know how you felt throughout the entire situation."

"I've grown used to loss." Komaeda mumbles quietly, mostly to himself. "I grew up losing everything everywhere I went. I lost my dog in elementary, then my parents, and then I got kidnapped, found a lottery ticket, was diagnosed with cancer and frontotemporal lobe dementia, accepted into hope's peak, and then now I'm here."

"You don't feel sad that you didn't get to experience anything?"

"Not really." Komaeda stares at you.

"Is there anything you really want to do?"

Komaeda pauses. "Love."

You sigh. "Is that it?"

"Yeah." There's a significant silence before he speaks up again. "What about you?"

"You're my client." You smile back at him, knees tucked to your chest and smile on your face. "My job is to find your soulmate. The less you know about me, the less likely you are to be attached to me."

"But that's not fair." Komaeda pouts. "I obviously asked you out because I like you."

"I can't."

"Isn't that lonely?"

"All saints are lonely." You close your eyes. "Especially Saint Valentine."

[Step three: trauma dump] [Complete]

There are three steps to finding a soulmate through you. You call it operation lovebug. You don't remember the last time it didn't work. Your exes always sent better break-up anniversary gifts than gifts they actually gave you during the relationship. You don't even know how many rose quartz pieces you've received. You wonder if they charge at all. You don't know. Do you even care? You stare at the notes made for Komaeda's drawing, and you exhale.

Gotta find him his soulmate.

You doodle red flowers absentmindedly, wracking your mind and checking your laptop to look for his match. The numbers and hex codes run through your mind as you look for a match for Komaeda. You know everyone on campus. The reserve course paid handsomely to you as long as your soulmate match was good. It's strange. You don't remember when you could see the whole stringed color thing.

Komaeda steps into the room, handing you a mug of tea as you continue scrolling.

"Have you ever had Kohakutou crystal candy?" You switch tabs to stare at the crystals.

"No," Komaeda hums. "Why?"

"I saw it on pinterest just now," You sip the tea, scrolling through

"What are you up to?"

"Finding your soulmate," You yawn, thanking him for the tea as you take a sip.

Komaeda sits next to you, staring at his profile you made. "You draw?"

"It's all in the romance," You hum, starring two people. "Man or woman?"

"No preference," Komaeda rests his chin on your shoulder as you continue scrolling. "Does it have to be someone? Why can't it be you?"

"It's cause," You reach for his hand, staring at the ribbon. "I'm the Saint. I have no soulmate."

Komaeda tilts his head at you, and you shrug.

The strings are all over the place in front of your eyes. Komaeda's string is a bright green, and yours doesn't have one. His string is on his ring finger. You had to find him his soulmate. It wouldn't be right if you didn't. Yet, you think you had seen that green once on campus. The color on your screen is found, and you reach for the string. Soulmates exist. They exist in front of your eyes, and none of them have ever been wrong. Though, it hurts a little to let him go.

You hand him a bag of seaweed chips, and he sits next to you. You put everything on a spreadsheet; the colors only you able to tell the difference between. They all look relatively similar to him.

Komaeda doesn't understand, but he supposes you have your own way.

"Male." You click open the student's profile, checking his string again. "Hajime Hinata, born January first, a hundred seventy nine centimeters tall, has a chest size of 91 centimeters, also-"

"Are you sure?" Komaeda glances at the male. "He's a reserve course student."

"Ex-reserve course student. He got expelled." You pause. "Huh."

Komaeda tilts his head, and you stare at the hanging string on his finger.

You pause. "He cut his own soulmate string."

Komaeda doesn't get it.

You blink slowly. "Then that means he can see the string."

"How many people is that?"

"Just... me." You pause.

How tragic; even his own soulmate didn't want him anymore.

He tilts his head at you as you stare up at him for a reaction. He doesn't feel anything. He's used to losing people. You feel bad for him. To think that he would lose everyone that ever mattered to him. Maybe he's just as lonely as he thinks you are. Maybe there was some sort of truth to your relationship with him. Something something... lonely.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." You mumble. You close your laptop, finishing the cup of tea Komaeda brought you. Your lips are pulled downward, and Komaeda reaches to pull your cheeks up into a half smile. You stare at him, tears welling in your eyes. You think it hurts more for you than him.

"Well," Komaeda exhales, letting go of your cheek. "I like you, so it doesn't matter to me."

"That's not how it works, Komaeda-kun."

"It could, though."

[Step four: locate soulmate] [Failed]

You find yourself chewing on your bottom lip more these days. Komaeda's been staying over at your dorm, sitting as you turn down whatever gift he offers you, wondering how you're going to make up the contract to him. You've never seen a soulmate ribbon cut before. It had to be someone else who had your talent. There was no way someone could see the strings like you did.

"How do you want me to make it up to you?" You mumble quietly, staring at him.

Komaeda frowns at the way his heart wavers when you look so dejected.

The room is dark. There are no lights, and not even the moon peeks past the blinks. Komaeda can't see your face, but your voice sounds sad. The rain drums against the glass, and the rhythmic sound of water acts as a relaxant to Komaeda.

"Was everything a job to you?"

"Dating is a job to me." You mumble. "My job is to find someone's soulmate. Strings don't get cut unless something significant happens."

"Why couldn't it have been me?"

"You can't see the string," You rest your cheek on the table, and Komaeda pauses at the sound. You sound much sadder than he is. Was it that? You were worse off than him? Was he nothing more than a client to you when you had rushed to him with flushed cheeks and exhaustion on your lips? Were you just that desperate to have him as a client?

"Can we date instead?"

"No dating my clients."

"What if I burn the contract?"

"Still no dating ex-clients."

"Not at all?"

"No."

Komaeda rests his cheek on the table as well, mimicking you. "Then what shall I do? I want to date you."

"Maybe if you try hard enough—"

"I am."

"Well, it's not working."

"You know, you fall for people really easily, lovebug."

"Lovebug?"

"Lovebug."

You mumble the nickname to yourself, your voice growing shakier each time you repeat it.

Komaeda exhales. "I'd like to be able to see you."

"Too bad." You mumble.

"Really?" Komaeda pouts.

"Yeah."

"Is it because you're scared of me seeing you cry?"

You go quiet, the sound of your finger running along the wood replacing it. Quiet breathing fills Komaeda's ears as you sniffle quietly to yourself, the darkness making it so that he can't see you. His hand reaches for your cheek, wiping the tears between the corner of your eye and your nose. He can't see you, but it seems he's grown used to the way your face is shaped. He even remembers where to avoid when tracing shapes on your skin. How... how... how. How surprising.

"Are you sure you like me?"

"Of course." Komaeda mumbles. "I fell for you before I ever got to meet my soulmate."

"That's hard to believe."

Yet your voice holds no doubt. Komaeda thinks he succeeded in calming you down.

But it wasn't a lie. Komaeda doesn't remember a time when his heart wasn't fighting his ribcage around you. Even when you had pressed your chest to his back, helping with homework, or even as you scream from next to him while playing Mario kart against Chiaki and your perfume sent his mind into overdrive, he had never had a moment when he wasn't in love with you. He wonders if he'll scare you off with such intense emotions.

You go quiet, and Komaeda scoots closer to you, tracing your bottom lip, freeing it from your teeth. He leans in slowly, the rain pelleting against the window, his breath mixing with yours. He's close enough to see you now. Your eyes stare at him lifelessly, not a sliver of hope behind them. He pauses, searching your eyes for something. Anything. Something that would let him lean in; and he finds it. You lean in slowly, maybe unconsciously, but he takes it as an invitation, leaning in anyways.

Thunder roars outside, and Komaeda jumps in his skin, hitting his head on the boxes as he jumps.

"Are... you alright?"

Komaeda coughs lightly. "Yeah... yeah. It's the luck."

You laugh, and Komaeda hears you sit up, reaching for the back of his head. He flushes as you pull him to your chest, running your hand through his hair, checking for any wounds. He's probably red enough for you to see him in the dark. Yet, you don't mention anything, even as he's radiating heat onto your chest and listening to your heart race. Maybe he has a chance.

"I like you."

"I know you do."

[Step five: ???] [???]

Komaeda wanders in Hope's Peak's library, stopping at the section about classical history. The books seem to have been left untouched for ages, and he pauses at the sight of Eros and Psyche. He collects that book first before he looks for a book on the saints of the roman empire. The book is heavy, but he holds it anyways, sitting on the couch and flipping through the legends and myths left behind by the past.

You said you were lonely as Cupid.

But Eros had Psyche, and Saint Valentine had all the people he had blessed during the time he was alive. So in the end, neither of them was really lonely. Eros may have made a mistake, but it was a beautiful one. That was how love was, Komaeda supposes. Love was as simple as falling in love with someone. Love doesn't make sense, the more he thinks about it. You were incredible to be able to make sense of it all. How incredible of you.

It's simple things. Psyche went through hell and back for Eros, and Eros fought against his own mother as a symbol of his own love. His mother told him to force her to fall for the vilest creature, yet his own heart wavered at the sight of a mere mortal. Love was foolish, maybe. Love was falling for people that you couldn't have and chasing after that person until somehow they would have them. Love was chasing after your love until you had them in your hand. Were you in love with him? Maybe you were. Love was hiding yourself and praying the other didn't get to know you.

To hide yourself in the name of love, and to hide yourself in order that your love may never know the dark sides of you, and to think that you could only be loved if they never knew what you looked like. No. Not quite. There was no love without trust. Maybe that was the foundation. All love came from getting to know the other first, and then it came from just knowing that the other person would love you no matter what you were. That was how simple love was.

Eros fled when Psyche saw his face, and the little mortal had been heartbroken. The god of love himself had told her that there was no love without trust. Yet, it wasn't as if she didn't love him. She had done everything that Aphrodite herself had asked of her to see him again. She had even died just so that maybe, just maybe, he would be able to meet her again. Their ending is happy, unlike the many other greek myths that float through society. He wonders if he was your Psyche.

Though, maybe love did exist without trust.

Komaeda stares at the book in his hand, flipping to the right Saint.

Saint Valentine wasn't lonely either.

He restored the sight of a young one, and he had even written her a final letter before his martyr. His life was a mixture of stories, but he had ultimately been there for everyone. From the persecution to marriage in secrecy, he had been the one there for love, never for himself. In a way, he lived to see every single Christian marriage at the time. To wed people even in a time of persecution, was that what love was? You aren't as much of a Saint Valentine as you think you are.

Saint Valentine had an abundance of couples he had married in the name of religion, those who were willing to risk their lives in the name of love. Though more religious, Komaeda thinks the Saint wasn't lonely either. One legend stated that even the king took a liking to him. But faith mattered more to the saint, and he was stoned at the cross. He thinks you made a mistake. You're much more like Eros than Valentine. You would be Eros, and he would be your Psyche.

He thinks he understands why you hate the fourteenth a little more as he closes the book.

It's a lonely day for you.

Komaeda stops by Shikiba's place, asking for a bouquet of flowers, and Teruteru hands him a box of Kohakutou crystal candies as he stops by the kitchen. You'll like them, right? You said you wanted to try them. Maybe you will. Teruteru has him try one first since he looked skeptical, and he calms once there's nothing in the food.

You had asked him out the first time, so he would do the same for you this time.

The sun is shining today, unlike the other times the two of you spent together. It's strange. Komaeda had received your confession on a sunny day, and now you were receiving his on a sunny day. He stops at your dorm, rocking on his feet, knocking twice. When you don't answer, he tries the door. It's unlocked. He steps in, sliding his shoes off, looking for you in your dorm.

Your dorm was filled with letters on the walls. You taped each one to the wall so that you could reread them. In the center rested a coffee table, chess, uno, monopoly, and cards stacked on top of each other neatly there. You loved harder than anyone else. The letters of romantic declarations on the wall were more than enough proof of such.

You're not in sight.

Instead, he finds you in bed, clicking at the laptop in your hand, answering emails and inquiries about who their soulmate might be. Komaeda leaves his jacket on the rack, stepping behind you, flowers and candy in hand. You noticed him when he entered. Maybe you were even kind enough to leave the door open for him. How lucky of him.

"You know, Ko-kun," You snap your laptop shut, turning to face him. "I hate White day."

"Isn't it because you're the busiest?" Komaeda smiles, handing you the roses.

You take them, placing them on the bed next to you. You toss your laptop onto your pillows as well.

"No"

He hands you the candy next. "Then why?"

You open the box, eyes brightening at the sight of the candy. You reach for a piece, holding up it to his lips, and he takes a bite as you answer him.

"I'm always single by white day." You bite on the leftover half.

Komaeda blinks at you as you chew on your bottom lip along with the candy, anxiety written all over your face. He reaches for your hand, locking his fingers between yours, his other hand tapping your ring finger before reaching for your bottom lip between your teeth.

"I'll tie my string around your ring finger, isn't that enough?" He smiles, tracing your bottom lip. "You have me this year."

"Not quite," You let go of your bottom lip, staring at him. "That's not how it works."

"But I don't have a soulmate anymore, so wouldn't that make us a match?"

"It still feels like I stole you from your soulmate."

"Not if I was the one to ask you," Komaeda looks down to stare at you, a smile on his face. "Maybe I was your soulmate the whole time."

"Don't be ridiculous," You chew on the candy, a harmless pout on your lips.

Komaeda grins when a smile makes it onto your face.

You like it.

"Shall I take that as a yes?"

You stare up at him, holding another candy to his lips.

Komaeda bites down.

"So?"

"I like you too." You hum, eating the half leftover.

Komaeda blinks at you slowly, cupping your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss instead. You melt into this one, the sound of rain far away and the sound of thunder in the back of your mind from the smell of his body from that same night weeks ago. You lean into this one, losing your breath and your mind fuzzing, simply because it's Komaeda. You don't know if you'll ever be able to love someone as passionately ever again, but the taste of the candy on his tongue makes your eyes go half-lidded, hungry for more.

When you pull away, the taste of the candy dances on your tongue, and you pause in thought. He's sweet. He's... sweet. Huh. He ended up with you instead of his own soulmate, huh? You furrow your brows as you remember.

Komaeda keeps your face in his hands, bottom lip jut out when you frown while in thought.

"stop kiss feeling kiss bad." Komaeda presses his lips across your face instead. "I chose you. Not the other way around."

"But it's—"

"My soulmate left me first," Komaeda sits on your lap, pushing your head to his heart, wrapping his arms around your neck. "The universe gave me a second chance with you."

"You sure?"

"Of course I am."

There's a silence that passes before a kiss is pressed to your temple.

"I always have been."

[vroerry]

Comfort drabbles with my comfort characters

sorry for the lack of posts lately, my life decided to fuck me over. don't trust anyone too fast kids. remember that friends can and will betray you any given moment

Mikage Reo - Precautions

"Packed everything?" he slowly turned his head towards you.

"I think so" you replied and opened your bag to double check.

"Fidgetcube?" he asked.

"Got it"

"Spinner, squishy?"

"One spinner two squishies" you nodded.

"Chewing gum? Water?"

"Got both" you nodded again. He gently smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Good" he said. "Your earphones?"

"In my pockets, I'm all ready!" You smiled and it made his heart melt. He held your hand as the two of you slowly walked to the door.

"Good. Let's beat your sensory issues babe"

Kuroo Tetsurou - Urges

He held you as you sobbed. Your face buried in his chest, sitting in his lap as you decided to escape the cold tiles. He planted a kiss on your forehead.

"It's okay baby... This is a. part of the healing process..." he whispered.

"If you... weren't home" you squealed through the tears.

"I know kitten, I know.. But relapsing is a part of recovery... there's no shame in it... nonetheless, you got through it without doing any harm to yourself. I'm proud of you..." he wiped your tears off. "Let's wash your face and watch something..."

"I don't wanna" you mumbled. "I just want to cuddle..."

He chuckled.

"I definitely understand your concern kitten, but we can't stay on the bathroom floor to cuddle..." he put his arm under your knees and the other on your back a lifted you up in bridal style. "I'll take you to the couch and I'll give you a huge serotonin boost. How's that?"

Nagito Komaeda - Not enough

He was sick yet again. Bedridden.

This wasn't unusual. At all. As the months and years passed his condition worsened. His sanity slowly chipped away, but it was still him. Whenever he felt better to talk, it was still him. The good old hope obsessed Nagito.

You missed the times he'd go on a rant about hope and talents. His crazed rambling was always better than him looking like he was at death's door.

So it was yet again, you holding his hand. You already gave him all of his medicine, fed him, helped him get cleaned up. The sound of his steady breathing would usually calm you but this night was different.

As you held his thin hand, which was cold as usual you felt tears slowly but surely falling down your face. Like small rivers, they rolled down and fell on the bed.

"I can't do this.." you sniffed. "You're so sick... and I'm not a good caretaker... I almost forgot your meds... I don't think I took your temperature today... You deserve so much better" you cried. "I should call Mikan... She might know some hospitals..."

"Don't!" he mumbled.

"Nagito?! You're awake?" you jumped in surprise.

"Don't... lose hope dear... I love you" he mumbled yet again.

As the tears rolled down once again, you realised he was probably talking in his sleep. You kissed his hand, before standing up.

"You don't know how much you help me..."

[nagito-kissmaeda]

Premonitions of Love - Komaeda x Reader

ミ☆ HAPPY VALENTINES DAY Summary: You bite your lower lip, peering up at him, “I’m tired of waiting, Komaeda.” You give him a shaky little smile, “What if I don’t find anyone, what if I die in here before I get the chance.” He swallows, and you can hear that his voice is shaking when he says, “then maybe I could-” Contains: AFAB Reader, No pronouns used, Explicit Sexual Content, Ultimate Matchmaker!Reader Word Count: 3809

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The tiles in the kitchen are cold, but the air is warm. It took a few weeks for you to get used to the endless summer heat of the island, but it at least made your frequent nightly trips more comfortable. Some evenings you go sit out by the ocean long after Monokuma’s nighttime announcement. On nights like tonight, you instead head to the dining hall and make yourself a drink. Your bare feet pad quietly as you cross the room and bend down to pull the teapot out from the lower cupboard, it is old, the sort that needs heating up on the stove and whistles when it’s done. Sitting in the lonely kitchen is better than stewing in your cabin anyway, so you don’t mind that it takes longer to boil the water. 

The small window above the sink is half open, letting an occasional cool breeze into the kitchen. Despite everything, you really like breathing in the ocean air. It dances through the short strands of hair that you haven’t been able to pull up into a bun as you hold down the gas knob on the stove and click the igniter. The burner lights up with a satisfying whoosh, and you set the teapot down on top of it. Getting to sleep has always been hard for you, overthinking and planning often keep you up until the AM and given the stresses of your current situation, you are awake at night more than ever. There is something nice about being able to go out and not need to worry about seeing anyone, you don’t dislike any of your cohort but you are introspective and often need time to yourself. Ironic considering your talent. 

The water in the teapot is only just starting to simmer, so you take some time to pull a mug and a box of tea leaves down from the cupboard. You drop one sugar cube into the mug, and then quickly add two more when you remember no one was watching. There had been a strainer in the cupboard last time you made a late-night tea, but someone has moved it. You don’t feel like filtering tea leaves through your teeth, so you kneel down to rifle through some of the lower cupboards hoping to find it. 

Times like these are always when the uselessness of your talent bothers you. Sure, Souda wouldn’t have any more luck digging through a cupboard than you, but it always makes you wonder. Wouldn’t a simple talent suit you better? Something helpful but altogether inconsequential? Like a talent that helps you find lost objects or something that makes you smarter. Anything but matchmaking. Sure, back in middle school other kids would pay you to tell them which locker to leave a love letter in, or which desk to place chocolates on. You’d even managed to convince teachers to give you higher grades with your infallible romantic advice. But now? In a killing game? You are useless, worse than garbage.

You are elbow deep in one of the cupboards when you hear the sound of a foot hitting the wooden floor of the dining hall. You freeze. Not sure if the best course of action is to climb out of the window or just stay put and hope they don’t notice you. The rapid beat of your heart is making it hard to think, no one would actually kill you, right? There hasn’t been a new motive, and you are quiet, you mostly keep to yourself. Your lungs burn as you hold your breath, and your knees start to ache from the awkward crouch you are stuck in.

“Hello? Is someone in there?” you hear a voice say, and then breathe a sigh of relief when Komaeda rounds the doorframe. He is more likely to ask you to kill him than he is to try anything himself.

“Oh!” He starts, “My apologies. Have I interrupted something?” 

You scramble to your feet and tug your shorts back down. They had ridden up something terrible while you were crouched on the floor. Komaeda is still standing on the other side of the room with one hand on the doorframe, he has also been trying to sleep if his messy hair and sweatpants are any indication. 

“No no! I was just...uh-” you cross your arms over your chest, suddenly aware of how revealing your pyjamas are, “-I couldn't sleep.”

“Ahh.” The tension in his shoulders melts and he takes a few steps towards you. He isn’t wearing shoes either. “I was also having trouble getting to sleep. I came by for a snack.”

You nod loosely, trying to swallow your shyness, “Do you...want a drink?” You ask, gesturing to the teapot on the stove.

Komaeda chuckles, “No, I already have what I need, thank you.” He tosses an apple up in the air and catches it, he must have grabbed it from the fruit bowl in the dining hall, “I was planning to go straight back to my cabin, but I heard sounds in here and thought someone might have been planning a murder! I was going to offer my assistance!”

“Oh uh…” you clear your throat, “sorry to disappoint.”

Admittedly, you have been working out appropriate matches for all of the classmates you are left on the island with, mostly to keep yourself busy. Komaeda is a hard one. For a while, you thought Sonia, her oblivious nature and penchant for the occult would have worked decently before you realised she was perfect for Tanaka. Nanami’s quiet disposition and the way she always put her friends first would have suited just fine. Togami’s leadership skills and desire to protect everyone would have been perfect if he was still alive. And Hinata, well. He was the one who was putting in the effort.

It is true that he wasn’t difficult to place due to a lack of options. The real reason was a lot less diplomatic, It is because you want him for yourself. You know it’s selfish, barbaric even. Yet still, you leave him alone and don’t meddle. Because part of you hopes that...well...

“Oh no! Please don't misunderstand, I am still very happy to be in the presence of an ultimate!” 

You lean backwards with your elbows up on the bench, “Even one as useless as me?” You say, laughing to yourself.

Komaeda blinks at you, curious, “Why would you say something like that about yourself?” You give him a coy smile, “Why would you?” “Ah.” He chuckles behind a hand, “My luck is paltry compared to a talent like yours, that’s why.” “The usefulness of a talent is circumstantial.” You say with a shrug, “Luck is going to be far more helpful in a situation like this than matchmaking is.”

The teapot starts whistling, and you can't help but wonder if Komaeda’s luck is the cause. You are sure that he wanted out of that awkward conversation as much as you did. Stepping past him, you head over to the stove and turn off the burner, Komaeda is lingering behind you. A little too close. As you pour the tea into your cup, you can feel your hands shaking, all you can think about is him looming over you. He is a good head and a half taller than you were, all he would need to do is spin you around and he’d have you pinned right on the-

“Three sugar cubes?” He asks, and you feel yourself turning pink. 

“Uh, yeah.” You say, taking the teapot over to the bin and shaking out the leftover leaves, “I like my tea sweet.” 

He laughs politely, and your breath catches in your throat. He has his hip resting against the bench, a sliver of pale skin visible where his shirt is riding up. You can tell he is tired, his eyes are sleepy and half-lidded when they meet your gaze. You want to bury your hands in his hair, you grip your mug tight to stop yourself from trying.

Komaeda tilts his head to the side, “Are you okay? You’re looking at me strangely.” 

“Huh!?” You squeak, “No! I wasn’t looking at you!”

“How shameful of me…” he mutters, crossing his arms and casting his eyes down to the floor, “implying that you would even look at trash like me.”

You bristle a little at that, heading over to the bench across from where he is standing. You place your tea down and hoist yourself up to sit on the bench, making yourself tall enough to meet his eyes without craning your head upwards, “You aren’t trash, Komaeda-san and I’m grateful for your company.”

It is weird being up high enough to see his face properly. His eyes are outlined with dark circles and spidery lashes brush his cheeks every time he blinks, his lips are a lot pinker than they looked from lower down. The gentle breeze in from the open window is dancing through his hair and the light of the moon makes it look almost shimmery. You take a sip of your tea to calm yourself.

“Thank you for trying to make me feel better, but it genuinely doesn't matter.” He says with a tired smile.

You swing your legs back and forth as you watch him. Komaeda smiles a lot, but it rarely reaches his eyes, a tight pull of his cheeks that is rendered entirely ungenuine with even the most minor of examinations. You want to see him smile properly, for his eyes to pinch in the corners and his nose to wrinkle. His cheeks would be pretty if they were flushed pink. You wish you could do that to him. “It matters to me.” You say, taking another sip of your tea, “I like seeing people happy.”

He smiles another fake smile, “Ah, that shouldn’t come as a surprise given your talent.” One of his hands stretches out toward you in a grasping claw until he thinks better of it, letting his hand drop back to his side, “What is matchmaking but helping others find ultimate happiness?” You scoff, “Love is hardly the ultimate happiness. Many people find that without a significant other.” you lower your mug to rest on your bare thighs, it’s warm, “My talent doesn’t guarantee a perfect relationship either, those take work, I’m only a little better than a quiz in a magazine.” Komaeda frowns then, his brow furrows and it’s incredibly cute, “I find that difficult to believe, someone as amazing as you debasing yourself in front of a pathetic worm like me…I don’t understand it.”

You give him a shaky half smile and set your tea down beside you on the bench, “You’re not pathetic, and I’m not amazing. Can’t we just be equals, for a little while?” 

“Why?” He asks, and you can hear the airy breathlessness in his voice.

“I want to know you better.” You reply nervously, quickly clearing your throat and recovering with, “You know, because I can’t make matches if I don’t know people very well.” Komaeda bursts into a bought of laughter that have you taken aback. He is far less intimidating in his pyjamas, but any reminder of that deadly first trial has your hair on end. 

Even if you still blush when he looks in your direction. 

“You would waste your talent on someone like me?” Another one of those smiles slashes his cheeks in half, “Who would ever accept me as their partner?” You would.

“I’m just being thorough.” You reply, “There aren’t many people on the island so I need to cover all my bases.”

“By all means, then.” He says, his smile turning syrupy, “Use me however you desire” You swallow, averting your eyes and pressing your thighs together. He must know the effect he has on you. Komaeda is many things, but he surely isn't unobservant. 

“What about yourself?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. You blink, “Sorry?” “Do you include yourself in the viable options?” He clarifies, “I can’t imagine you would include me but not yourself, and yet I haven’t noticed you involving yourself with the others all that much.”

“Ah.” You say, withering a little as you set your mug down on the bench next to you, “I don’t have a perfect match, or at least my talent doesn’t help me to find one.” His brow furrows, “Does that bother you?” You can feel tears beading in your eyes, but force a smile anyway, “I thought it didn’t, but it’s harder to stomach the older I get.” You shrug one shoulder, “I’ve consulted constellations, the positions of the sun and the moon. Hell, I even tried tarot at one point and nothing. No red string of fate, just loneliness for the rest of my life.” 

You cast your eyes down at Komaeda’s feet, too ashamed to meet his gaze, “I know it’s stupid, that plenty of people live happy and full lives without falling in love but it just feels...it feels so cruel that I’ve been put on this planet to find love for other people but I can never find it myself.”

Komaeda scoffs aloud, and you look up at him in surprise. He’s never made such a dismissive sound around you before, “Someone as amazing as you…is going to be alone forever?” He laughs, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “I find that incredibly difficult to believe. With a talent as wonderful, as hopeful as yours. It’s nearly, no it is impossible to imagine that there is no potential for love in your life.” “But I-” He laughs again, louder this time, eyes growing wider, “Your talent makes others happy, everyone is happy just by being around you. The way you so perfectly knot lives together may be reserved for other people, but surely you can see that you are amazing enough not to need the help.” He makes a sound, half a sigh, half a moan, “You should have people falling at your feet.”

At some point during his tirade, he had come closer to you. He is almost standing between your open legs. Your hands are gripping the edge of the bench tight so he won’t notice the shaking. 

You bite your lower lip, peering up at him, “I’m tired of waiting, Komaeda.” You give him a shaky little smile, “What if I don’t find anyone, what if I die in here before I get the chance.” He stares at you appraisingly for a moment, the moonlight catching in his hair as his pale eyes dart around your face. He wets his lips, and begins speaking in a low, serious voice, “I know that I'm just a piece of trash, not even worthy to kiss the ground you walk on. But if you want someone so desperately…” He swallows, and you can hear that his voice is shaking when he says, “then maybe I could-”

“Yes.” You breathe. Your heart is racing like it is trying to burst forth from your chest. Yes, a million times yes.

Komaeda blinks a few times, like he is stunned, “what- you...you actually?”

“Komaeda.” You lick your lips, and he definitely notices, “please”

His throat bobs as he steps towards you, nestling in between your open thighs. You can feel his breath on your face, he slowly brings up a hand to cup your cheek and you can see that he is shaking. He takes one step towards you and crashes his lips into yours. One hand gripping tightly at your waist and the other tugging at your hair. His lips are soft, and he smells like cheap camomile soap, you want more.

Komaeda grunts when you instinctively wrap one of your legs around his narrow waist, desperate to tug him ever closer. His boney fingers slide up and over the length of your ribcage, between frantic messy kisses, you can hear him whimpering and moaning against your lips. You gasp aloud when he pulls your hair tight, he laughs breathlessly and whispers, “Do you like when I do that?” close enough that his lips touch yours as he speaks.

“Y-Yes…” you reply, one of your own hands sliding up the ridges of his spine and into his hair, you grab a handful at the nap of his neck and yank, “Do you like it?” He pulls far enough away from you that you can meet his eyes, wide and desperate, darting around every inch of your face like he is trying to commit you to memory, “I like it very much.” he says lowly, and you can feel the sound of it vibrating through your chest, “But what I like is of little significance.”

He sinks down to his knees and tugs you forward by your thighs, “I want to know what you like.”

You can feel your heart racing through your whole body, heaving a shaky breath and leaning back on your elbows. Komaeda’s hands are cold when they reach up and grab the waistband of your shorts, tugging them and your panties down. Your shorts fall straight to the floor, but your panties get caught dangling around your ankle, and Komaeda seems content to leave them there. 

“Relax.” He breathes, cold hands holding your legs apart as he leans in and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, “Let me worship you.”

Fuck. You couldn’t say no to that even if you wanted to.

Komaeda takes his time. You aren’t sure whether you appreciate that or just want him to get on with it. He plants small kisses the whole way up the inside of your thigh, from knee all the way to pelvis, and for one excruciating moment, you feel his breath ghost over your sex before he moves to the other leg and repeats the process. 

“Damn it.” You hiss under your breath, quivering for any sort of stimulation.

Komaeda pauses his ministrations for a moment, giggling under his breath, “There’s no need to rush, we have all night.” You choke, the thought of him worshipping you all night sends a bolt of arousal down between your thighs and you hide your face with a forearm so he doesn't realise you are turning red. 

He sucks a large bruise onto your inner thigh, kissing it gently to soothe the ache, and then pulling back to admire his handiwork. He moans, just from the sight of it, and immediately dives back in to do it again. You can’t help but imagine yourself lounging at the beach in a swimsuit, and somebody noticing the constellation of bruises covering your inner thighs. Knowing who it was that did it to you. 

Then you yelp, snapping back to attention at the sight of Komaeda’s eyes peering up at you from between your thighs. He gives your clit another lick, and you instinctively grab his unruly hair for leverage. He smirks at you and goes back to kissing your thigh. “Komaeda please!” You cry out, unable to stop your hips bucking towards him, desperate for attention. 

He leans his head against your thigh, his smile saccharine and syrupy. For someone who acts so subservient and weak, he sure is exuding confidence right now, “Hm? Did you need something?”

You bark a laugh, “Yes! Obviously!” He closes his eyes, and another moan rolls through him. When his eyes open again, they are half-lidded and nearly sinister, “Does this help?” He whispers, one of his long fingers gently running up the full length of your sex and completing one tight circle over your clit. 

“God, fuck, yes! More!” You cry out, head lolling backwards. 

You feel his lips press against your thigh, and Komaedas finger continues gently stroking you, just enough that you are able to feel it, but still not enough. Enough to leave you shivery and desperate for more. Every gentle touch up over your clit has your hips bucking towards him, your whole body shaking. 

Your breath hitches when you feel his finger finally slip in between your folds, finally finally touching you directly. 

Komaeda whimpers, “You’re so wet…”

You let out a keening moan when his digit presses against your entrance, teasing you with the addictive taste of true penetration, “P-Please…” 

His finger slips inside, only to the second knuckle, but it’s enough to have your toes curling. Komaeda stares down at where his finger is now pressed inside you, blinking slowly in utter awe. Then his finger curls upward, and you howl. Both hands were now buried in his hair, hips grinding up into his hand. 

“Beautiful…” he whispers, “You’re beautiful.”

You barely even hear him over the sounds of your own moans when he strokes your insides again. 

“I can’t believe you are letting me do this to you.” He breathes, and you can feel his warm breath against your wetness when he whispers, “How very lucky.”

Then his mouth is on you. 

You lose yourself completely, in the warmth, the wetness. He’s still teasing of course, only offering tantalising little licks when you really want him to suck, but you are already so desperate, so wanton, that even the little he is willing to give you has pathetic mewls jumping out from your throat. Then you feel the stretch of a second finger entering beside the first, and he slowly begins pumping them in and out of your sex, being sure to curl them upwards with every thrust. 

The tightness in your core is growing unbearable. A fluctuating, unending warmth that just feels good, but it isn't enough, it feels like it will never be enough. That Komaeda will have you drooling, grinding and whimpering over his touches until the end of time. 

“P…Please…Komaeda…Please…” you stammer, barely even able to speak as the pleasure roils under your fragile skin. 

He moans against you, and you can feel it vibrate up through your body. 

“I want…I want to cum…please” He laughs again, breathless and completely wild, “I can do that for you.” The feeling of his lips finally wrapping around your clit has you completely lost to the earth. Glass shatters behind your eyes, your heart rebounds wildly inside your ribcage, and you moan so hard that it hurts. Your talent goes crazy, you can see the stars colliding, personality matrixes with a perfect score, birth charts, star signs and a red string tied so tightly to your finger that it cuts off circulation. 

His fingers curl inside you again, and he whines and whimpers and moans as he eats you out like a man starved, your fingers bury tightly in his hair, pulling so hard that his fragile locks break off in chunks. 

And it’s Komaeda. Komaeda. Komaeda. Komaeda. Somehow it has always been Komaeda. 

He sucks hard, heaving a wheezing breath-

And you shatter.

[austajunk]

Remember that whole discussion Kodaka confirming Nagito gay discourse? (when he didn't)

Well, here he's actually confused on why he won't date female characters and also getting annoyed with these questions lol

https://x.com/PenguHasNoLife/status/1815082138028368348?t=65fajqW2zf7_4mVgYOIMWw&s=19

You know, this is quite interesting because @xsuicunex2 noted that the original question "Which female from DR2 would Nagito be with romantically?" was kind of worded a little strangely, which may be why Kodaka responded like "Female?"

And now he states "Why does gender matter to you so much" here. Like yeah. Why does everyone keep badgering him with this question? It is weird to use the creator of a dark comedy murder mystery VN series to affirm your shipping headcanons. I can kind of understand why he's a bit like "Huh?" there.

Geez, guys, if you're gonna annoy him with your shipping headcanons, just bite the bullet and ask him without beating around the bush. Go "Just to be clear, Komaeda is in love with Hajime Hinata right? No one else, right? Definitely not any FEMALES, right?"

*eyerolls*

Or. Or... you can stop being so darn weird to the guy about his own characters he created and just do your fan things yourselves and have fun like he wants you to with them. Maybe don't devolve Nagito Komaeda down to his gayness only or how he is in relationship to another character or the other characters as "females".

Give the guy a break. He's busy waking up every morning and recreating Danganronpa but with a twist for his next game!

That said, thanks for bringing this tweet to my attention, anon. Gave me a funny giggle.

[maskedmaster52]

Komahina is not better than hinanami a response to @serahne

This is another response post I’m making to respond serahne on her post on why she ships komahina and doesn’t like hinanami. I understand everyone is entitled to their opinion however this was so atrocious I couldn’t help but respond(begins under the cut)

Okay first off Nagito didn’t try to kill everyone because he was heartbroken (in fact that would make komahina look even more toxic) he killed because he found out the truth that everyone was an ultimate despair except for nanami I can’t believe I have to explain that to a komaeda fan now my stance on nagito’s actions still haven’t changed but if she makes this mistake we’re in for a fun time

Lady this guy saw his whole desire and still rejected it I don’t think it’s gonna be that easy

Another thing I hear people like you criticize hinanami saying that having Chiaki encourage hajime makes their relationship dependent and therefore toxic and you have no problem letting nagito’s development depend on hajime

I’m annoyed you don’t see the irony here

I’ve read it it sucks don’t bother looking at it but no he is not and everything you use as proof is either taken out of context or twisted to fit your interpretation he may have trouble facing it sometimes but to say he is someone who runs from it all the time is a clear mischaracterization

Doesn’t help that he tried to frame himself as the culprit wait I thought he was supposed to be the hard route

Yes nagito motivates him to find the truth but that’s because he wants to see hope succeed

Conveniently forgetting memory loss aside hajime doesn’t not try and deny he’s not an ultimate although it reopens some emotional wounds for hajime

Another thing apparently rejecting a toxic and abusive worldview is escapism and you should just stay in it that’s right let the walking rotting Corpse enforce this toxic worldview while all you’re insecurities come and resurface sheesh

Uh he is scared because we learned just how deranged nagito’s plan was and even then hajime is still left with more questions than answers about nagito after the trial

Are you being serious right now komaeda never does that the whole message of the hopes peak storyline is that you’re talent or past do not define who you are or your path in life and that you can choose your own path nagito is the antithesis of the message he equates talent with worth holds ultimates as the center of the world and views those without talent as expendable he constantly beats it into hajime’s head that he is worthless and expendable Chiaki is the one who helps him accept himself the classmates are the ones who help him accept himself nagito doesn’t do that

1. Nagito made himself look like the killer

2. Doing that would mean falling into monokuma’s trap

3. Yes that the whole message of the hopes peak story I guess hajime should’t even be here then

4. Nanami belives that her talent limits her take her perspective into account

5.hinata isn’t depressed he doesn’t show any sighs of clinical depression

6. Great so apparently the guy who dictates worth by talent is a better match for a guy who struggles with insecurities of being talentless than a girl who loves and accepts him regardless of being talentless in a story the criticizes the mindset of dictating worth by talent good grief

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

Something I've been wondering. Why is Hajime often perceived as the bottom in Komahina when he can totally beat Nagito in a fight? Nagito literally radiated bottom energy when he was tied up.

First off Bottom does not equal dominate and top does not equal submissive, they're just positions, Nagito is a dominant bottom

Nagito clearly enjoys pain and being tied up, but he was also in COMPLETE control of the scenes where he's tied up, he easily manipulates everyone around him to get him what he wants without lifting a damn finger. hes also got his superiority complex, when he learns hajime's a reserve his attitude does a 180 often telling hajime to lick his shoes or prostrate himself, once komaeda is in a situation where he feels he has power over someone his entire demeanor flips into someone domineering and acts very aware of how in control he is, and he loves it. Even before he found out about Hajime he told him to lick his shoes if i remember right then played it off as a joke, or told Ibuki for Hajime that if they helped with the investigation she could bite Hajime without letting Hajime answer.

Komaeda is in control, even when he is acting submissive, he's still actually the one in control most of the time, using it as a manipulation tool to get people where he wants. Someone with the power to be tied up on the floor and still get all the information he needs, manipulate people into being where he wants them to be, and actively be on people's minds when he wants to be, is VERY dominating behavior. Even when physically restrained and not moving at all, he's one of the most active and dangerous people on the island. You cannot dominate Komaeda in a way that matters, but he certainly can for you.

[bleuflowerfields]

//spoilers for drdt ch2 ep10!

it's thought time! these are just first impressions of the new episode, so no theories quite yet!

--

that might have been my favorite episode this chapter, by far. that was a fucking rollercoaster.

for starters, i was literally screaming in a VC with one of my other friends because of arturo's secret reveal. i really want to know the story behind his younger sister commiting suicide because of him, because i refuse to believe that it was out of malice. though, he did have quite the extreme reaction, because hell, he had a scalpel at eden's throat when she mentioned the secret to him, so it must have pissed him right off that they're already assuming that his motives or reasons were malicious. terrifying stuff. either way, he's starting to grow on me.

also, new arturo sprites and a cg with him! yippee! love how they look so far :)

second, love how arei beat that toothpaste tube twink-looking ass to the ground. first time i've ever seen her that defensive. ever. you could probably hear me laughing at that from across a mansion.

AREI AND EDEN'S INTERACTION! they were being quite fruity but i genuinely loved it. seeing that side of arei actually opening up to eden... it was a sight to see. might i start shipping them? who the hell knows. either way, it was wholesome as fuck.

(whit going "can we do that too?" made me laugh even harder. damn you fruits STOP TAKING OVER MY BRAIN AAAAAAAA)

also the fact that david decided to go all Komaeda on us is probably one of the scariest things to me, bro is probably going to take it back when he realizes who the killer is. or not. bro wants the killer to die a painful fucking death.

also new sprites with david! also loving them :)

and his secret! i wonder if ace is lying his ass off or telling the truth, but either way, i think we finally get david's true secret next week. am i ready? nah. but do we have to be? yeah.

alright, thoughts over. i'll probably be talking a lot more on the arturo secret and david's general nature on other posts when i collect my thoughts about them. maybe arei and eden, too.

[idyllcy]

russian roulette is not the same without a gun

Word count: 12.5k

Warnings: Inspired by Kakegurui, fingering, mentions of giving birth, gambling, guns, collars, reader wears lipstick, Master/doll dynamic, relatively feminine reader

Summary: The path to hell is always tricky, so only the devil knows the right routes. It's not like a mere snake could overtake the devil anyways.

Gambling is an art.

The way the dice rolls, the way the cards fold; everything is a carefully crafted move. Each gifted gambler wears a graceful smile on their face. The next card and move are beyond the reader. That's what makes gambling addictive. The way the white orb spins down the center, sliding into a random slot. The simplest way to drive a man mad with greed. The additional zero after the number, the exhilaration of winning a game. It's a simple game when you master it. But then again, it's addicting.

You stare at the building in front of you.

The rest of the students rush in behind you, and you stare at them silently. You wonder who you'd prey on. Well, it didn't matter. You're not here to do anything. Your family was nothing more than a bankrupt one. You were sent here with no mission. The only mission was to mingle among high society and find a rich guy to get married to. You stare at everyone, wondering who to pick up over your shoulder and steal a fortune off of. A black cat sits on top of the gates, and you're shoved to the side by a white-haired male. You blink at him.

"Ah, L/n, was it?" He stares at you, eyes sneering at you. "I didn't know poor people could come to this school without a housepet tag on them already."

You blink at him. "I'm allowed to call a gamble when I want, right?"

"Yeah," He laughs. "Going to gamble with me?"

You hum lowly, eyes sharp with tantalization. "Maybe another time. I need some quick money to bet before I have you kneel before me, no?"

He tries to argue back, but you're already gone in the school.

That was the first time Komaeda met you.

The second time, your eyes were red with mirth, an amused smile on your face.

Komaeda watches you from the crowd of students, you having made an incredible amount of money from simple betting already. Your fingers are nimble while picking up cards, and you seem to have quite the impressive luck. No. That would be an understatement. You've pulled two straight flushes and three full houses out of the seven hands you've had. A couple of students have considered that you're cheating, but no one was able to prove anything.

You stare at your hand, lips parting in mild surprise. The rest of the students stare at your opponent, sweaty with anxiety, worried about loss. Your nails are a pretty shade of emerald, streaks of gold sliding through the gaps. You stare at them, a smile on your face. Your voice is sweet, but your eyes are looking down on them. Your lips are a dark red, curled into a mesmerizing smile. You haven't bat an eye the entire time you've been playing.

"So?"

"Call." They swallow. There's no way you can beat a straight flush. They place their cards onto the table slowly, your smile widening as they do.

"Oops," you smile menacingly, tossing your hand onto the table. "Royal flush."

"And we have a winner!!!" The girl cheers. "Five Hundred Million Yen!!!"

Your opponent slams their head onto the table in tears. Five hundred million yen. You laugh at their loss, watching your ranking in the school climb to the middle. That would pay off half of the debt your family raked up. You weren't here to marry rich unless you were the rich one. Who would ever settle for a poor person in a school all about connections? You hold your hand out to them, smiling. "It was a lovely game. I hope you recover, kitty."

The election committee member smiles, sliding the chips to you, punching in the new number of your donation. You went from practically nothing to one of the top donors. You feel the chips between your fingers, and you smile. "How lovely! So, how will it be? Cash or cheque?"

Your opponent bares their teeth, lunging at you. You take a step to the side, them falling onto their face. "So?"

"Give me three days," They glare at you.

Komaeda watches you toss the chip in your hand as the election committee throws a housepet chain to the loser. They glare at you, hating the way you won so easily. It wasn't even possible to cheat. They had all the cards marked. How the hell did you even win? Surely someone was telling you the answers. You stare at them, eyes glistening with innocence. "Hm?"

"You dirty cheater! How'd you win? Huh?!"

You place a hand on their shoulder and lower your lips to their ear. "By using an algorithm and taking out every possible outcome based on your expression. Obviously."

You stand back up, and you wave at them, a halo over your head. "Best of luck, kitty!"

Komaeda smiles. You hadn't cheated. You had relied purely on expressions and the cheats the others set out in advance. You're quite the player. He wonders how you'll tear him down from his wealth. You click on your phone, lips pouting at the sight of you only barely in the middle. That wasn't good. If you wanted to regain all of the money your family lost, you would have to work harder than that. But nonetheless, it was an excellent bound to your name. You would get more gambling chances now that you've established your position.

The next game comes in the form of an overconfident child of a rich family.

"I heard you made a mess of Angie-senpai," She smiles at you, holding her hands out. "Ah, you have such nice nails..."

You smile at her. "Really? Thank you! I do them myself."

"Shall we play a game? It's relatively simple." She clasps your hands in hers. "It's called double memory! It's just a memory game with two decks of cards."

"Ah?" You beam. "Of course! I love a good memory game."

"Shall we start with a simple bet? How about 20 million?"

You stare at the two decks of cards, and you lift your fingers to your cheek. You pout. "Ah, I don't know if I have 20 million carried around on me..."

"I can borrow it to you. How about that?"

"Ah? Yes, then," You beam at her. "Please take care of me... sorry, I don't know your name."

"Shirogane-san," She smiles.

"I'll be in your care then, Shirogane-san!" You beam.

The two of you stand at the table, 54 cards spread out. You blink at the cards, and smile at the girl in front of you. Everyone chatters about the new student in class. The student who had destroyed Angie on their first day at school. Everyone wants to watch them play. Something about their pretty golden nails and charming lipstick. The smile of an angel, the hands of a devil. Everyone wants to know when you'll mess up.

Komaeda stands next to you, observing the cards on the table. He wonders if you could win based on pure memory. You seem like you'd be able to. But then again, it wouldn't be something like that. Shirogane's family is well known for producing toys and cosplay outfits. It wouldn't be surprising if she had won by cheating you. That would teach you your place.

You flip a card over.

Ace of Diamond.

You flip the second one over.

Ace of Clubs.

"Ah! How lovely!" You beam. "My tarot readings for the day."

"Excuse me?"

"An ace of diamonds means a gift of jewelry, a letter or message, or improvement," You flip the cards back over. "An ace of clubs means financial fortune, wealth, or good news! That's lovely news for someone whose family is in debt."

The girl ignores you, and she flips her cards.

"King of diamonds," She mumbles and then sighs. "Three of spades. Huh? No luck for me either."

"Ace of spades..." You sigh. "Two of hearts."

"Four of clubs. King of clubs."

"Ace of hearts." Shirogane pouts. "Four of hearts."

The two of you continue flipping. Komaeda's eyes follow your fingers, making mental notes of where each card was. He'd be able to make five pairs by now. He wonders if you know that. Shirogane sure seems to know. The two of you pick and pluck at the cards, mapping everything out. The stems are snipped, the heat is cooled. You finally start creating pairs.

"Ah, an ace of diamond!" You beam. "Now... where was the other one?"

Komaeda watches you scan the table and reach for another card. Your nails are a different color today. The emerald green from yesterday has been replaced with the light green of the marble. Your nails look like the expensive marble found only in roman architecture. The color of your eyes are kind. You blink angelically at the girl. Komaeda watches you flip it over. Ace of diamond.

"That's a point, right?" You smile at the girl.

"Yes," She smiles back at you. "and since you found a match, you can pull again."

"Alright." You reach for another."Now..."

"Ace of clubs!" You beam. "That one is here."

Another pair.

"Ace of hearts," You pause to think where the other one is. No one catches the way you glance at the girl as you reach the cards on the board. She shows no signs of faltering, yet you glimpse at the panic that flashes across her face as you find the right card. "How lucky of me!"

The girl smiles at you.

You pause at the sight of Ace of hearts that you've just flipped over. Komaeda stares at Shirogane smile at you. She's looking down on you. Komaeda is to, to be fair. You had one yesterday's game purely with luck, without an ounce of skill. It would be surprising if you win today. Komaeda supposes that you might not be able to. Maybe then you'd have that pretty chain around your neck.

"Ace of hearts again!" You beam. "Oh, I think I only know the aces... two of clubs."

True to your word, you don't end up with a pair. Shirogane exhales, blue eyes digging into yours. She starts slow. Flipping over the two of clubs you flipped previously, and proceeds to fold over four cards. Your face shows no signs of worry. If anything, you stare at her in awe. The pairs just keep on stacking, and Shirogane smiles at you gracefully. "Ah, ten cards... lady luck herself must be smiling at me right now!"

Your eyes widen in surprise, but your lips make no change in expression. You look happy.

"Please know that if you don't get a pair in your next move, there will be no chance of you winning."

"Mhm!" You beam. "9 of hearts and..."

Your eyes scan the table, fingers tapping your chin. As you play, the green of your nails is starting to look more like yesterday's color. Komaeda thinks he's hallucinating when he catches a brief smirk flash on your face. As fast as the expression was on your face, it quickly disappears. Your lips part as you pick up a random card.

"Oops. It was a ten of diamonds..." You jut out your bottom lip, and Shirogane raises a brow at you.

"Well," She sighs. "It's a shame you lost to someone as plain as me..."

Her fingers work quickly as she creates pairs out of the rest of the cards. Your eyes follow her movements, your lips mumbling quiet whispers to yourself. Komaeda watches your lips move, the gloss on them reflecting the light of the cafeteria. You watch Shirogane finish the last pair, and then sigh in despair.

"Well, newbie? How will you pay?"

"Is one more game possible?" You plead her, eyes wide, begging silently. "I have no money to pay you 20 million yen..."

Komaeda scoffs from next to you.

Shirogane feels bad. "Well... you have no money, right?"

"Yeah," You mumble. "Sorry."

"Then..." She smiles, reaching into her bag. "It might be a little strange... but I have an infatuation with nails."

The girl pulls out a glass box of nails, and you blink at them.

"Since I'm a cosplayer... I've got a pretty big collection of them. This is just a portion of them. What do you think? Aren't they cute?"

"They are," You lean in to get a closer look.

"But the truth is..." She stares at you, eyes half-lidded. "They're all actual human fingernails."

You feel a shudder ripple through your skin.

"With the kind of money I have, it would be easy to buy them, but no one wants to sell actual human nails to me," She sighs. "So most of them are from people that lost to my gamble. I'll put another twenty million on the line, but L/n-senpai... I want your nails!"

The crowd behind you gasps, and you tilt your head in interest. That was new. You had heard rumors of insane rich kids, but this one made you interested. Not even you had such an insane thought in mind. You think this bet will be entertaining. "Nails? Oh, like, you want my fingernails?"

"Mhm!"

Komaeda thinks of stepping in. Even if you lose twenty million yen, you'd just have a housepet chain around your neck. You were willing to go that far to not rack up any more debt? You had just earned five hundred million yen less than a day ago. If you lose your fingernails, your value on the marriage market goes down. Isn't that why you joined the school to begin with?

"Well then," You shrug. "I have no choice anyways. Let's play one more game!"

Komaeda thinks you've gone insane. You lift your head to meet his eyes, and you grin. He scoffs, and he rolls his eyes at you. You were nothing more than a gambling addict like your family then. If you were just going to bet on your luck, why would you even attend here? You could've just found a random rich man and then clung onto them. Well, it's not his place to judge your decisions. He wonders if you're aware of how many rich kids have their eyes on you right now.

"Aha!" Shirogane laughs. "Now we're talking!"

You watch the girl pull out two new sets of cards from her bag. You don't show any sign of emotion, but there's a nearing euphoric spark in your eyes. You watch her spread the cards out one by one, the ocean blue nails glistening on her fingers. You'd try that out for your next nail art. She glances at all of the cards and then places her hands on the table, leaning toward you. Her eyes shun you, but you don't care. She had just sold you a complete win.

"Shall we begin?" She smirks. "If I lose, I give up 20 million yen, and if you lose, L/n-senpai, then you give up your fingernails and toenails."

"Oh, both?" You blink and then shrug.

"Mhm!" She smiles. "For pity points, you can start first."

The innocent gleam in your eyes is replaced with a new one. Komaeda remembers that look. It was the same look in your eyes when you won 500 million yen yesterday. Your lips are pulled into a smug smile, and your pointer finger rests on your lips. You hum a cheerful tune as you take a look at all the cards.

You start with the Queen of Hearts, flipping it right-side up; then, the King of Spades. The two of clubs fall next, followed by the ace of spades. Your fingers match the jack of hearts, and your nails scratch the surface of the two seven of cloves. The four of diamonds are carved out of their rest. The six of clubs break from the table. The ten of diamonds flip over. The five of diamonds emerge from their hiding. The eight of hearts greet the two of you. The nine of spades glow. The Queen of Clubs fall. The jack of diamonds grin. The ace of cloves shines. The three of hearts laugh at Shirogane. The nine of clubs are cool. King of Diamonds. Three of cloves. Four of spades. Six of hearts. Two of hearts. Five of spades. Eight cloves. Seven diamonds. One diamond. Two spades. Eleven spades.

Shirogane's heart rams against her chest. what the hell? How did you do that? 

"Shirogane-san," You hum, picking up another card. "I heard your family makes toys."

"Yes," She nods. "And cosplay material."

"With that much of a fortune," You make another pair. "Wouldn't you guys be worth at least 10 billion yen? Why are you betting so little?"

"huh?" She loses focus on the way you're turning the cards.

"Just a piece of advice," You hum, picking up another card. "Before betting something like a business, you better be prepared!"

Her eyes widen as she looks back at the table.

"That's..." You count. "That's 58 cards! Oops, I didn't mean to turn that many. But regardless, I win!"

The crowd gasps, and they mumble amongst themselves. Komaeda gives you credit. You're smart for memorizing all of the patterns from the previous deck. Or, perhaps you had relied on luck again. But the look that returns to your eyes is those of someone who read the cards properly. You giggle, and Shirogane slams her hands onto the table.

"HOW! HOW'D YOU KNOW WHERE THE CARDS WERE?!"

"Oh?" You smile at her. "If you were just a tad more careful, then I would have lost."

"H-huh?"

"Well, the marks are the same as last game, right?" You tilt your head, holding a card up to your lips. "If you prepared another pattern, then it would've been KO for me!"

Shirogane's eyes widen, and she feels a rush of disgust flood her soul. "YOU PLAYED ME?!"

"Played is a little rude," You sigh. "I'd say it was a fair game. After all, didn't you cheat the first round?"

Shirogane glares at you, and you grin.

"It's a shame, though. I didn't get to push you into housepet territory. Shall we play another game so we can? How about we bet both of our fingernails this time! Then, I can turn yours into a pretty little set that I get to experiment on! How about it? Does that sound more fun?"

The girl sweats, heart racing in fear.

"You know, it's quite cute. You cheated so confidently and somehow still lost! Don't you want your honor back? Come on. Don't you?" You taunt the girl, driving her to tears.

"No!" She cries. "I'm sorry! I can't! I'm sorry for taunting you!"

You sigh in disappointment. "A shame. Someone from the student council can't even bet their life on the line. You sure seem like someone who bought their way into the council."

The girl clenches her fists, tears falling onto the table.

"Well, if our business is over," You turn on your heel. "I'm off! Toodaloo!"

You make gambling look like a form of elegance. The way you fold and call cards. The way your fingers slide the tiles to the center. The way you reach for cards on the table and smile like a pretty doll. The way your nails changed depending on the day and game. You made gambling look like the imperial court instead of a war. The way everyone was slipped with poison or fell to their own schemes. You made the gambling look easy. It was like you were lady luck herself, winning the right hand and then smiling innocently at your opponent. You end up in the student council within a month.

"Ah," You blink, staring at the students in the room. "I think there's been a mistake?"

"Y/n L/n," A file is tossed onto the table. "You gambled and won over two billion yen in the span of a month."

"If this is a promotion, I don't want it." You blink at them. "With all due respect, of course. I have no interest in running the school."

"Even if it means we could pull your family out of debt?" The president smiles at you. Pretty red lips, pretty pink hair.

You bat your lashes at them, a smile on your face. "I'm sure you know the reason I joined the school was never to fix my family's debt. Besides, this meeting obviously isn't for me to join the student council."

"Yes," They hum. "Yet, you somehow escaped the life plan that your family planned to chain around your neck."

"Oh, you know what they say about the family's only child," You smile. "Ever the sly one. They sent me here to find a husband. It doesn't matter who it is. I don't want to get married. They tell you marry a rich man, but what if I am the rich man?"

"Regardless of what your motive is," The girl sighs. "You're messing up the school's ecosystem."

"Since when have you cared about balance?"

"No more preying on people with money whose parents would get us in trouble," She shrugs. "I admire your love for gambling. I hope you enjoy."

"Oh," You slide your fingers up your cheek. "Since when did this school care about the outside? If you're worried about me taking a student council student's position, then don't. I have no interest in running the school. I don't care about school affairs."

Your eyes land on the male with black hair. "Although... you most certainly have quite the eye candy here." Your eyes trail to the lolita.

"As long as none of us are pushed off." The president smiles.

"As long as you aren't pushed off." You shrug. "Anyone not engaged to another rich person?"

No one answers you.

"Figured," You bow quickly before excusing yourself.

To you, the school doesn't matter; neither does finding a husband, actually. It's amusing. You find joy in the simple pleasures of betting. Your parents failed to gamble back their fortune, so they decided to sell their only child to the school in hopes of marrying rich. Well, not like it mattered. If that was how rich people showed their love, then so be it. You don't really care how much you're worth to your parents. 

You stare at the new student.

"Hajime Hinata." he nods.

Class carries on as usual, and you rack your brain for which house Hinata yields from. There were plenty of Hinatas in the circle of wealth. You stare at the new student, and you catch the backpack he uses. Huh. You think you've seen that brand before. Nonetheless, it doesn't matter. You could worry about him if he decides to gamble with you.

Or... if he decides to follow you around?

"Alright, newbie," You stare at the male, lips pulled into a frown. "What do you want?"

"Teach me how to gamble."

"Excuse me?"

"You've never lost a single bet," He mumbles. "I want to learn."

You stare at him. He doesn't stand out in terms of appearance or anything else. You wonder why he's so desperate to gamble.

"Ah, it's a good thing," Komaeda passes the two of you. "Poor people like you should hang around each other."

"Does that mean you hang out with the orphans?"

Komaeda stops walking, and he turns to glare at you. "Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said," You stare at him, batting your lashes innocently, a shit-eating smile on your face. "You know. Since people tend to hang out with people similar to them."

"Is that so?" Komaeda steps closer, towering over you. "So you admit to being poor?"

"Komaeda-senpai," You tap his chest twice. "The whole world knows that my family is famous for their debts. However, that doesn't mean we're poor."

"Is that so?" He grabs your chin, tilting it to get a better look at you. You look pretty, actually. The way your lashes are nice and long. You take good care of yourself for someone whose family sold you off. Komaeda hates people like you. People who think they can marry rich and become set for life. You'd have to be damn talented at something for someone to love you like that. But he supposes you have a face pretty enough to be a mistress for someone. He wonders if your mouth is good for something other than talking.

You bat your lashes at him prettily, a smile on your lips. Maybe you'd settle for him. After all, he is one without troublesome parents. Or. He doesn't have parents. You wonder if any of his nannies were obsessed with money while he grew up. He probably lost a good chunk of his fortune. To him, a couple hundred million dollars is nothing. You wonder how much his net worth is. Even then, he wasn't part of the student council. Maybe you would go for the black-haired male from before. But, the male tilting your chin and sneering at you made you feel things. "It is." You wrap your fingers around his tie, adjusting it.

Komaeda is pretty. His lashes are a pale white, and his hair resembles that of a cloud. The tips of his hair are a dainty pink. His skin is pale, yet he doesn't look sickly. You heard something about how he had actually been sick, but you don't care. He's pretty. The way his fingers are nice and long compared to yours, and the way his grip on your chin is hard yet gentle. He's so tall... you can only wonder what else comes with that height. You shake thoughts like that off. You could worry about some messed-up fantasy with him when you flip a pretty chain necklace around his neck.

"How else would I be able to make two billion in a month? Did you think I only played small bets?" You tap his lip once, his grip on your chin loosening. "Real men are into the intelligent. Shall we go, Hinata-kun?"

Hinata follows after you, eyeing the male. There was a... tension... between the two of you. It was like cutting a fishing wire. Or, it resembled that of a siren's song more. Your tongue drips with the gods' nectar, your words sweet to taste. The melody of your voice snaked around him, plaguing his mind and thoughts. It was like he wanted you on a leash to pull. Yet, he was never able to, blind from the song from your lips, luring him into deeper waters. He wonders if Komaeda's aware of his situation.

"He's from the Komaedas? The one without parents?"

"Yeah," You hum, slowing down to match Hinata's pace. "He also has a bone to pick with me, apparently."

Hinata looks over his shoulder, and he spots Komaeda lifting his fingers to his lips, the tips of his ears red. Pink dusts over his cheeks, and Hinata pauses. Ah. Komaeda was aware of the effect you had on him. 

"I think it's more of a reaction formation."

"You think he's into me?"

"Yeah," Hinata pauses. "But that's only speculation."

You stop and stare at him, the red and green eyes reminding you of someone. "Ah, you're the illegitimate child of the Kamukuras. You're that Hinata-kun."

Hinata pauses to stare at you.

"Are you trying to get back at your younger brother?" You tilt your head. You know the answer. 

Hinata stares at you, eyes digging into your soul. The different color eyes burn into yours. Unlike his brother, his hair is a pretty brown. His lips are drawn into a thin line, determined to prove his worth in his house. Ah, so that was why he had his mom pay so much to end up in the school. You suppose his mom wasn't that different from yours. 

"I am."

"Then," You hum, smiling at him. "Shall we play Mahjong?"

"The tables are full."

"No," You shake your head, adjusting your hair. "Watch."

You open the door to the room, and you blink at everyone. Everyone's eyes turn to look at you, and you wave sheepishly. A handful of students move from their seats, and Hinata watches the people move according to how you want them to. He's surprised. 

"Oi! L/n-san! Come play Mahjong!" A boy waves in the back. "Our table needs one more person."

"How much are we betting?" You walk up to him, Hinata trailing after you.

"Starting is ten million," He smiles.

You gasp, hands flying over your mouth. "Oh, my! Of course! But..."

Your eyes meet Hinata's. 

"Can I have newbie play in my place?" You scratch your cheek. "I won't help him. He just wanted to try things out."

"Of course," The boy nods. "anything for you, L/n-san."

"See?" You seat Hinata down. "Simple!"

Your fingers tap on his shoulder as he flips his tiles to face him. Circles, Lines, characters, numbers. Mahjong relied on both luck and skill. Tiles are swapped for others. People want to win money. If the luck was to your advantage, then you'd earn more. The tiles shuffled across the board. Pon. Hinata replaces another tile in his deck. You wonder if he knew how to gamble. His mother was notorious for being the queen of a casino.

You're not surprised when the boy ends up winning fifty-fifty. He leaves with no debt on his name, and nine hundred thousand more on his name. You squeeze his shoulder affectionately, and the game comes to an end. Hinata doesn't come out victorious, but he makes a good number. You let him stand up, and you replace him at the table.

"You did well," You hum, watching the table reshuffle all of the game. "But sit back and watch what playing with luck is like."

Your luck is a demon. It looms over your shoulder, driving your opponents to insanity. Your smile is pretty, your nails shiny. The cards on your nails are daunting as you slide another tile to yourself. You rearrange your hand; a laugh rolls off your tongue. The creature flips and collects tiles like there's nothing stopping them. The laws of the universe bend according to its will. Hinata is terrified of the calm smile on your face as your opponents tremble in fear. You twist and carve out each tile until it's the perfect one for you. You run the game.

"I win," You flip the tiles over, and the students sigh. "How much did you win?"

"Uh," You count. The devil on your shoulder laughs. "All. Everything was drawn."

"Scary luck as usual, L/n-san," They sigh, handing you their chips. Ten million. Spare pocket change. "You could rival Komaeda-senpai."

"I'm looking forward to the day when I do," You laugh gently, cheeks flushed. "I can't wait until I get to play him."

"You look forward to it?"

"Yes!" You clasp your hands together. "A battle of luck! Both of us rely heavily on it, so it'd be nice to see whose luck runs out quicker!"

"But L/n-san, you play heavily with skill." The student hands you cash from his bag.

"Yes," You smile. "But so does he."

Komaeda looks at his cards, a smile on his face. His opponent's face turns red with anger as he slips another chip onto the table. 

"Hit." His opponent grumbles.

The dealer slips him another card.

Komaeda taps his finger on the table, one leg kicked over the other. He raises a brow in amusement, staring at his cards again. His opponent hits again. The light returns to their eyes, a greedy smile all over their face. Oh, that beautifully hopeful look on his face. Komaeda hides his lips behind the cards, licking his lips. He couldn't wait to wipe that gleeful look on his face off.

"Show."

The two set their cards down.

Komaeda's opponent's heart drops.

"Win," Komaeda smiles, teeth out. "Fifty million yen. How will you be paying that?"

The student stares blankly at the table, and Komaeda adjusts the rings on his fingers, waiting for an answer. His eyes are pale, yet something sinister hides behind them. It's like he knew this was going to happen. His luck snakes around him, looming over him like a predator waiting for prey. His luck devours everyone else in his way. He holds the majority of the school's fortune, yet he stays away from the council. He had more important things than to be entwined in some political battle for the position. He glances at your at the mahjong table across the room. You won. Again.

You stare at the cash in your hand, and you smile. "Lovely game."

"Oh?" Komaeda leans over your shoulder, staring at your deck. "Are you sure you didn't cheat?"

"I'm sure of it," Your fingers loop under the knot of his tie, tugging him closer to your ear. "Unless you're projecting again?"

"Keep your peasant hands off of me," He loosens your fingers from his tie. "What makes you say that?"

"Surely, you didn't your luck could win you that much money with just blackjack?" Your voice is laced with interest as you step out of your seat. Hinata replaces you in your seat, and he begins his game. You lean over his right shoulder; Komaeda leans over his left. The two of you stare at Hinata's deck, making up different possibilities on the spot. You squeeze his shoulder as Hinata picks up another tile from the table.

"Wow, did you pick him up from the streets? The other card would have been a smarter move." Komaeda scoffs when Hinata merges the tile.

"Slow and steady wins the race," You chuckle. "Komaeda-senpai."

Hinata's hand remains the same, only a few tiles being swapped out. You wonder if he'll have double the luck since Komaeda is here too. You watch over his shoulder like hawks. Hinata's shoulders are tense, yet he plays well. You nearly praise him when he's only one tile away from winning. Komaeda's fingers dig into Hinata's shoulder as he finally wins.

"All on luck?"

"No," He shakes his head. "You placed down two. I'd earn around only 2 million."

"Ah, still a good amount," The boy smiles. "Another round perhaps?"

"That's it," Hinata shakes his head.

"Someone with control," Your eyes grow wider, lips parted in surprise. "How rare! Oh, I'm so glad you're my pupil of all things!"

Komaeda sprays the part of his sleeve that came in contact with Hinata, and you pull him back by the collar.

"Hinata-kun, I'm going to talk to Komaeda-senpai real quick. Is that alright?"

"Mhm," Hinata nods. "I'll go play blackjack then."

"Let's go!" You sing, pulling Komaeda along. You can practically taste the disgust radiating off of him in waves. Your lips are pulled into a pleased smile, and a handful of the students pause to stare at the two of you. Though, it's not like it mattered. Komaeda didn't have much of a reputation to begin with. You, on the other hand, everyone knew dragged whoever you wanted to gamble. To them, it would have been just another day where you wanted some spare change. Komaeda cranes his neck to stare at you, and pauses at the sight of your lips in a pout. You look cute.

He wonders what you'd look like all breathless from him. 

His eyes glance to the side, and his fingers slip under the fabric of your collar, pulling you backward roughly. 

"!-" Komaeda shuts you up pretty quickly, forcing his lips onto yours. Behind you, you hear the sound of a door shutting. You wince at the feeling as his teeth gnash with yours. They're rough and anything but gentle. The better part of you argues that this is wrong, but you don't care. You drape your arms around his neck and press your lips harder to his. It might leave a bruise or two, and there's a chance that his lips are going to be stained red from your lipstick. Good. You plan to leave at least some evidence on the boy. 

Komaeda's barely there by the time you pull apart from him. You grin at his hazy eyes, and you press a gentle kiss to his jaw, the red of your lipstick staying there. Then, another to his cheek. And another to his neck. You pepper his face with the wine of your lips, and you lean back to admire his work. Smiling at him through your lashes, your hand meets the knob behind you. You smile at him innocently before leaving him there to sort out his own emotions. You stare into your mirror, fixing your lips and hair. You hum as you open the door to the classroom again. 

Komaeda chuckles at the sight of you leaving, wiping his lips. Oh, he was looking forward to playing you. He steps out the closet, adjusting his uniform and heading to the men's room. The students in the hall turn to look at the mess of red you left on him, and he only chuckles. He was going to get back at you for that.

Hinata laughs, a grin on his face. He's won over seven million dollars by now. He stares at his hand and hums in content. His eyes have a sinister glow; they almost glow red. He isn't smiling, his face remaining neutral in its resting state. While you laugh at your opponent, breaking them down mentally, Hinata puts his opponent on edge, driving them insane with nothing. The lack of expressions wears his opponent down unusually fast. His opponent takes a second card, and they slam their head onto their table.

A twenty-six.

"That's nice," Hinata places his cards down. A thirteen.

"HAH!?" His opponent slams his hands onto the table out of rage. "YOU HAD A THIRTEEN AND TRICKED ME INTO GOING OVER?!"

"Well," You smile at his opponent, stepping from the crowd of students. "Technically he didn't trick you. He just simply put you on edge, and you decided to draw out of fear."

"L/n-san." They grimace at you. "You have a scary pupil."

"How much have you made?"

"With this one," Hinata places a hand on yours on his shoulder. "Ten million."

"Not bad," You hum. "It's an excellent start."

"Another round?"

"No," Hinata shakes his head. "That's all I'll do for the day."

"With the skill of constraint," You hum, sliding your hand off his shoulder. "Let's go, Hinata-kun."

Gambling is a skill.

The resting face of a gambler. You never know what's in your opponent's hand. If you cheat, you manipulate the game to your will. If you play fairly, the laws of fate bow to you. Gambling is a skill that takes practice. Natural talent without skill is bound to fail one day. That's what made the student council so scary. The president played incredibly well, and the rest of the students were in no way lacking. Yet, the scary ones weren't those on the student council; they were students who gambled with their whole soul until there was nothing left in the opponent. The simple skill of wearing a player down until there were no rational decisions left to make. That's what made gamblers of skill so scary.

You stare at your bank account while on break. Hinata peers over your shoulder, and you hum at the number. To you, the option to bet your life on the line was now an option. You hum in satisfaction as you check your messages from family. You could worry about your family's debt later when you married. Your mother had kept in contact with you because she was the reason you got in. Rich people were strange. A simple mistress could get their child in. You don't care what your family does. 

"Say, Hinata-kun," You close your phone. 

Hinata hums.

"If you rack up enough money here, what do you think about marriage?" You hum. 

Hinata stares at you and physically pauses. "So I pay off your family's debt?"

"I don't see why not," You laugh. 

"Two brokes don't make a rich, you know." Komaeda sneers.

"Bored of the orphans already?" You lean your head back to stare at him.

"No." He hums. "Just listening to my favorite pet going on about marriage."

You sigh. "Such a shame. If I'm your favorite pet, how come you still can't wrap that pretty chain around my neck? It's such a nice silver color too."

Komaeda taps your cheek, smiling scornfully at you. "When are we going to play a game then?"

"I don't feel like doing that today," You sigh. "I have the sudden urge to play one of the student council members."

"You played Shirogane-chan already."

"I have the urge to gamble her entire fortune away," You sigh blissfully. "Or her nails."

"You're into the nail thing she does?"

"it's always good to have nails to practice art on," You clasp your hands together. Today, your nails are a strawberry pink. The color is milky, and they remind Komaeda of a certain student council member. You giggle childishly, cheeks flushed. "I'm kidding. Rather, I wanna meet the pretty lolita girl from last time. It seems like I'd have a fun time playing Russian roulette with her."

"Russian roulette?" Komaeda raises a brow in amusement. "Shall we play right now?"

He pulls out a gun from his back pocket, and your eyes glimmer with interest. "Hm? Doll?"

Your lips part at the name, eyes practically shining. "Oh! Of course!"

You smile as Komaeda hands you the gun. You check the model. It should be an airsoft revolver, but just to be safe... You pull the trigger at your desk. The bullet pierces through the wood. You blink. "Ah. AN ACTUAL GUN!! KOMAEDA-SENPAI, YOU'RE INCREDIBLE!!"

Komaeda smiles at your praise. "Shall we play?"

"What will we bet?" You bat your lashes prettily at him. 

"Loser grants the winner a single request."

"Won't we die?" You hum. "How will we grant a request? Unless you're into dead people?"

"I'll put in an empty bullet." He smiles, showing you the bullet. Sliding it in, he spins the cylinder, forcing it into place. He starts, pressing the barrel to his temple, a smile on his face. No bullet.

"Your turn, doll," His hand brushes yours as you take it from him.

"Ah," Your cheeks are flushed from arousal. "A bet with my life! How thrilling..."

You bite your pinky, eyes glazed over in lust. Your finger curls around the trigger, and you pull it. Nothing comes out. You sigh in discontent as you pass the gun back to him. The third pull doesn't release a bullet. Neither does the fourth. The two of you stare at each other, and Komaeda pulls the gun. Something swirls in his eyes when nothing comes out of the gun. You take it from his hand, and you sigh. Pink splatters over your hair, and you blink. Ah. It wasn't empty.

Komaeda smiles at you, eyes in slits, looking down at you. "Shall I take you to the nurse?"

"Oh, if you would," You smile at him, the pink tricking down the side of your cheek. He wipes it with his thumb and presses it into your cheek. 

"Let's go." His grip on your wrist is tight, and you smile drunkenly as he pulls you along. It's like the paint from the gun had gotten into your system. You smile, your cheeks flushed with drunkenness. Komaeda hums, opening the door to the nurse's office. 

The nurse is out.

Komaeda grins. "Shall I wash you up for you?"

"Wouldn't it be better if I go wash up in the locker room? Why'd you bring me here?" You seem to blink out of your stupidity, and you look for a towel to wipe your hair with. Komaeda stares at you with curiosity, and he hums. "What about your uniform?"

"You think a little uniform will get in my way?" You stare at him, a smile on your face. "The school doesn't care how we alternate our uniforms as long as they're somewhat recognizable."

"So?"

"So," You wipe your hands and reach for his jacket. "I'm going to borrow some clothes."

"Since you're all messy from the bullet..." Komaeda grabs your hand. "Shall you just fulfill my request here?"

"What do you want?" You peer at him. 

"What I want?" Komaeda loosens your wrist, a sly smile on his face. "Shall I show you?"

"Mm," You hum. 

"My request is that you don't say no during the time that we're here," Komaeda hums, wrapping his fingers around your throat gently.

"Not like I can say no," You mumble, waiting for him to move. He presses his thumb to your lips, smearing the red off your lips, onto your cheeks. Komaeda makes a lovely mess of you. His wrist is drenched by the time that you've lost your ability to think, his words getting to your mind. You're not allowed to tell him no, but it's not like you would've even if you could. He's way too good with his hands. You should've known there was a reason he shuffled cards so easily. But he was being such an ass. He's put you on the edge of an orgasm so many times, yet he's never let you cum.

"What's wrong? Braindead already?" Komaeda taunts edging another orgasm out of you. "You came here with the intention of being my doll alone, isn't that right? From the first day," He coos, mocking you. "You wanted to wrap your pretty little nails around someone like me's neck. To pull on a pretty black collar around my neck. Hm? Doll?"

"I," You pant. "I wanna c-c- ah."

"Oh? What was that, doll? You want to what? Come on. Speak up. I can't hear you from all the babbling." He taunts.

"Cum." You whine. "I wanna cum."

"Oh? After the mess you made of me yesterday?"

"No," You whine. "Y-you started it."

"Mm," His lips frown mockingly. "So I should take responsibility?"

You whine as he curls his fingers in you.

"I can't understand when you're whining so bad, doll." Komaeda blows on your ear, causing you to clench on his fingers.

"You're clenching around me" He chuckles scornfully. "It's almost like you like the idea, don't you? You like the idea of being used by me, and only me, isnt that right?"

Your back arches as he adjusts his fingers in you.

"Those other rich students," he spits. "They could never make you writhe and beg like this, could they? You're my toy to use; Isn't that right? You would never let Hinata finger you stupid like this, hm?"

Komaeda likes how you look. Your mascara is ruined from him and him alone, and your lips are a mess of red, a streak leading to your cheek. You look like a hot mess. Komaeda's hot mess. The pink on your nails are chipped from gripping the metal of the infirmary bed's railing. He coos at you as mindless agreement slips past your lips, begging him to let you cum. You can feel it. The wiser part of yourself knows he won't let you cum again, but god, do you hope he lets you. 

"Come on," He scoffs. "The nurse will be back any second now."

"Please," You whine, nails carving into the skin of his wrist. "Please let me cum, Nagito-senpai. Please. Please."

A waterfall of thank yous trickles past your lips as you finally, finally, get to cum. Komaeda fingers you through it, you gasping and clawing at his uniform. He curses quietly as you gush around his fingers. You're leaving a mess on the nurse's bed thanks to him. Well, at least he got to pay you back for those lipstick marks. Ah... he has a better idea. He moves his clean hand to your jaw, forcing it open, sneering at you.

"Open wide, doll." You stick your tongue out, and Komaeda spits into your mouth. His saliva slides down your tongue, and he loosens his hold to let you close your mouth. He watches you swallow, and he smiles. "See? Such a good toy."

You pant for air, grimacing at your reflection in the mirror. Your mind is still foggy from his fingers, but you manage to speak. "Is that it?"

"Mm," Komaeda hums, rummaging through the shelves. "Stay still for a moment. I'll grab you a towel."

Your eyes trail to the shower behind you. Ah. That's why he was so insistent on fingering you stupid before you washed up. Cunning bastard. The pink has dried into your hair, and you stare at the stains on your hand. "Spare me your jacket, will you?"

"When you finish washing up."

"Any chance you'll be able to find me a shirt?"

"No."

"Alright," You shrug, wiping off your makeup and turning on the shower. 

Komaeda rests on the bed, pulling off the covers to throw them into the laundry basket. He wasn't sure what possessed him to ask for that as his request, but he supposes he doesn't regret it. He takes off his jacket, unfolding his sleeve. His lips quirk into a smile at the sight of your stuff on the bed. It was a lie. The nurse was never in her office since she was always sticking around the student council president. It was a place where students went to hang out. He closes his eyes as he waits for you to finish cleaning up.

The paint was absolute hell to get out of your hair. The water kept bleeding pink until there was nothing left. You finally step out of the shower, a towel on you. You glance at what's left of your clothes that you can wear, and you start putting them on. Komaeda seems to be resting his eyes. He's not asleep, because if he was, he would've laid down. You grab his uniform coat, and you button halfway up to cover your chest. You hum, a smile on your lips. You reach for the lipstick in your jacket pocket, and you press the pigment onto your lips. "Wake up, Komaeda-senpai~!"

Komaeda opens his eyes, staring at you brush on your mascara in the mirror. You pucker your lips and fix your hair. You look pretty. Komaeda has no problem admitting that now. It's no secret how the boys and girls around school ogle at you. They want what you have. Even the student council called you for an offer. Something about you. Komaeda finds it amusing that other students would want you, but he wasn't backing down on this one. It was the few things he wasn't going to give up to the student council he adored so much.

"Ready?" He stares at you, a smile on his face. You might've held more money now, but you were still far from his standards.

"Mm," You smile, leaving the room first.

The two of you come back to a bustling class, and Hinata sits at the center of it. He stares at the chips on the roulette table, and he stares emotionless. You squeeze through the crowd of students to step behind him and watch. He's placed fifty million dollars on a single number. The rest of the students have spread their money out, and he stares at the dealer spin the wheel. He's surprisingly calm about the whole situation. You would've started laughing at your opponent by now. You stare at the number.

One.

You're much too amused to say anything, and Komaeda stands on the other side of Hinata. The snake and demon loom over his shoulders, picking up the ball and placing it back down. The snake rolls the wheel, and the devil plays with the ball. There's an incredibly heavy atmosphere as the two of you step next to Hinata. Komaeda's more than yours. Your atmosphere only darkens when your eyes change. Komaeda smiles to himself. "Oooh, only one number? I'd expect you to do better, illegitimate."

"Shut up," Hinata's voice stays level as the ball rolls into the number slot.

One.

He wins.

"A... A HUNDRED MILLION!!" The dealer yells in shock.

You double over in laughter. The devil and snake return to their masters, and Hinata hums. He finally smiles, the look on his face gone. Children who grew up with nothing claw their way up the mountain until there's nothing in their way. They fight the most while growing up. For Hinata, even if it meant being average, he would still overtake his brother. He had met you based on instinct, and somehow picked up another one. The two monsters of luck.

Hinata wonders how you even ended up with Komaeda. There was a certain animosity between the two of you. It was like mixing oil and water. The two of you could never combine no matter how hard one tried. But somehow, it worked. There was makeup remover that combined the two to get makeup off. Maybe that's what the two of you were. A pair that would never mix, but would destroy. 

You ruffle Hinata's hair, a grin on your face. "Good job, darling! Is that all?"

"One mo-"

"I want to gamble," Komaeda chuckles, cutting Hinata off. "Hm? Y/n-chan?"

You turn to look at him. His face is flushed pink, eyes going insane. You press your nails to your lips, and you smile. Your lipstick seems a shade darker than usual. Your nails are a little scratched, and your lashes are dolly. "Maybe another day. My nails got all chipped from an animal earlier."

"Why not now? When your luck is weakest?" Komaeda smiles at you. "It can be a life bet."

"A single game?"

"Choice poker," The vice president of the school steps into the room. The student council had been waiting for this moment. "It'll be live broadcasted. The two lucksters of the school playing it off."

"Instead of something like betting your life with money," You hum, eyes red with interest. "How about betting yourself as a person? Your entire status is wiped. You become not a dead one, but a person who belongs to the other."

"Then there's no loss on either of your sides." The vice president rolls her eyes. "The two of you are a beautiful mess when together. What loss is there to either side?"

"Oh?" You look at her, lips quirked up into a smirk. "Is that so? I lose all of my hard work here, and he loses his status of president of the world's biggest banking company. I think it sounds like a fair bet. If we get to that point, that is."

"Where's the downside?"

Komaeda speaks up. "We hate each other. Having our entire life on the line for someone we despise to control sounds pretty bad to me. Besides, Y/n-chan doesn't want to get married."

The girl taps her cheek, and she smirks. "Alright. Let's play."

You hum, following the girl to the school's stage. The two of you sit down, and you smile the smile of a sinner. You're horrendous. You look like you're about to go insane from a single match. The idea of being sold off was the lie your family painted for you. The empire was fine; the gambling with them just got boring, yet never was able to bring joy. You were looking for growth at the school, and Komaeda seemed to have provided it for you. The match was going to strip both of you down to whose luck was stronger. Just thinking about it made you excited.

What came first? The chicken? The egg?

The fall of angels came first.

Before the creation of man, there was the prideful angel. The prettiest, most loved of them all. But there was a greed. The greed to be the more. The lust to become the one in power. The envy for the creator. The insatiable gluttony to become more. They wanted to become the best of the best, overtaking their creator. The devil wanted to become the creator but failed. The wrath when he had failed. The blame on the slothful nature of the other fallen angels. Yet, no matter how hard you try, there was no denying that the devil was attractive. The prettiest of the angels, the most pampered. The devil is adored by everyone. The devil that people despised yet plagued all of them.

Then came the serpent. The form that the devil took to destroy mankind. The fruit was so pretty. Did the creator really say that? Did he really say that you couldn't take of the fruit of the tree? Oh, but it looks so good. I'm sure that it wouldn't be an issue if you ate it. Didn't he say you could partake of any fruit in the garden? Why would he stop you from having the fruit? Surely it's because it has something that he wants to hide from you, right? That singular bite of the fruit that destroyed mankind.

The serpent could never overtake the devil himself.

The students file into the room to watch the two of you play. They want to watch you play. The destruction of the best gamblers in the school. The only two students that could absolutely destroy the student council. People wanted to see this. The worst part of man wants to see the downfall of the other. Humans are evil creatures. That simple sin from a bite of a fruit. It burned into a human's nature.

Yet the snake could take a physical form while the devil couldn't

It was a gamble of fate.

It's simple, really. The two of you sit on opposite sides of each other. It would be a lie to say that you loved each other, yet it would be a lie to say that you hated each other. Ambivalence, perhaps. You hum, staring at your hand. The two of you had a simple goal in mind. To drag the game on as long as humanly possible before either of you fall. It's not the fall that the two of you care about; it's the gut-wrenching, euphoric feeling that you feel, winning a high-stakes bet. That rush of dopamine that drove a person mad. That, was what made the two of you play this gamble.

The vice president slides the two of you cards, and the game begins.

The snake moves first, a sly grin on his face. He discards an eight and a four. He raises you ten chips. The snake curls up your wrist, settling on your neck, a smile on your face. You chuckle, tapping the snake's pretty head twice. Komaeda's eyes are green with lust. It was like he was waiting for this moment. His luck was a viper, curling around his opponent's leg, biting into their ankle. The snake's poison is slow, wearing down his opponent over time. His smile was proof of it. After all, was it not the serpent who tempted the woman into biting the fruit?

You hum. "One card, please."

Your devil resembles less of a demon sometimes. Sometimes, it takes the form of seduction, a pretty smile on your face. It slides its fingers over the shoulders of your opponent, glancing at its cards, helping you deduce it. Its fingertips are cold against the skin, sliding it down Komaeda's jawline. Komaeda places a hand on it's, and he leans into its touch. You hum. The devil raises eleven chips back. Your eyes are still their normal color. Komaeda wants to see you be driven to the edge with a gamble. You want to see him go mad with desire.

"What a selfish bet," The vice-president chuckles. 

Komaeda smiles. "I raise you twenty more chips."

"Twenty-one more chips." You smile.

Komaeda stops, the snake on your shoulder sinking its fangs into your neck.

"Just a single more chip." Komaeda places it onto the table, fingers taking its time.

"I'm not putting anymore in." You hum.

The devil presses a kiss to his jaw.

"Strongest or Weakest?"

Komaeda slips a coin from his pocket and flips it. 

Heads.

"Stronger."

Komaeda drops his cards onto the table, a smile of victory on his lips.

Three tens.

You chuckle.

"My loss."

Three nines.

Komaeda takes the chips with grace. The snake releases your neck, and you can feel the sting from the poison. The devil steps back behind you, and Komaeda can taste the temptation it left on his jaw. He chuckles, doing a quick calculation on the number of chips in his hand. He's gained 31 more chips. Maybe that's what you were going to do. You were going to lose everything and then throw something unexpected into the table. Oh, the thought of that by itself was incredible enough to get him horny. Oh, you're such a spontaneous delight. He couldn't wait to have you in the palm of his hand.

You press your fingers to your lips. Oh, it was such a euphoric day. First, you play Russian roulette with the school's strongest luckster, then he fingers you stupid as punishment? Now you're playing choice poker with him? Oh, how heavenly! You can practically taste the drugs on your tongue. Your lips quirk into a smile, a lovesick look in your eyes. Komaeda's luck was so strong! You'd have the time of your life with this! You could bet with him until you were gone!

The devil on your shoulder steps onto the table as the vice-president reshuffles the cards. 

Five of hearts.

Six of clubs.

Two of diamonds.

Three cards fly out of the deck, both you and Komaeda reaching for one.

You pull the five of hearts.

"Oh, my," You smile. "It seems like someone's jealous of me."

Komaeda holds the two of diamonds.

"It seems that there's disapproval of a relationship." He chuckles.

The six of clubs falls to the ground, and Hinata picks it up.

"Success in prosperity," Both of your voices come out as you face Hinata. The look in your eyes is scary. "How lucky of you, Hinata."

The cards are returned to the deck, and the five cards are dealt. 

The cards are slid to the two of you precisely. It's elegant how it's dealt, and you slide the card to yourself slowly. Your fingers bend with the crease of the card, and your nails gleam under the stagelight. The shine is a reminder of everyone's eyes on you. The whole school is watching which one of you will take the other out. The drop of blood. Two sharks in the tank. The entertainment of one's downfall. 

The devil slides only one card out of your deck. A singular king of hearts. They raise Komaeda twelve chips. Their fingers work at his tie and loosens it. Komaeda's cheeks are flushed; he breathes heavily. His lips are parted so prettily. You want to pull on it. Yet, you restrain yourself as you hum at your deck. While you might not be able to win, Komaeda sure as hell won't either. You'll make sure of it.

You smile as Komaeda slips out three cards.

Three ones.

"Thirteen chips."

"Fourty chips." Your voice is even.

"Fifty."

"Fifty five."

Komaeda chuckles. 

"Seventy." 

"Seventy-five."

"A hundred."

"A-A BILLION YEN?!" The crowd of students gasp.

"A hundred and ten."

You dig your fingers into your cheek, and you shrug. "A hundred and twenty"

"A hundred and forty."

"A hundred and fifty," You hum, staring at your hand. "Please? Komaeda-senpai? Just this round."

He chuckles. "I'll crush you the next one."

"Thank you," You beam.

"No more?" The vice president stares at Komaeda. He nods.

"Strongest or Weakest?"

"Weakest," You nod, placing your cards down. 

High card.

Komaeda chuckles.

He places his down.

Two pair.

You grin at the chips that end up on your side.

The cards are filed again, and you hum. The devil on your shoulder reaches for the snake on Komaeda's and gets bitten. It hisses, yet it lunges at it again. You ignore the brawl between the two, and choose to sigh instead. The girl hands you both your cards, and the devil gawks at your cards. What the hell.

The snake on Komaeda's hisses at the devil's hand. It bites and fights all it wants. The devil grimaces, and it yanks the snake off of Komaeda's shoulder. The two fight on the floor of the stage. The air chills around the two of you, and Komaeda stares at his hand. The corner of his lips quirk up, a scathing smile on his face.

"I raise you fifty chips." Komaeda beams.

"Seventy."

"Ninety."

"A hundred and twenty."

"A hundred and fifty." Komaeda hums.

"A hundred and seventy."

"A hundred and eighty."

"Two hundred and sixty."

Komaeda pauses. "That much?"

"That's all I have," You shrug.

Komaeda chuckles.

"Two hundred and seventy."

You pause. 

No more. 

"Player two?"

"He can take it." 

"Strongest or Weakest?"

Komaeda hums, flipping the coin. His fingers are slim, and they move with ease. It's hard to believe those were the same fingers that had you whining earlier. You smile at his movement, and you mirror the expression on his face. He wouldn't fall off that easily, but you would create a ripple that eventually storms an entire sea.

"Reveal your cards."

Komaeda places his cards onto the table.

A full house.

Your lips pull into a frown.

Three of a kind.

Two hundred and seventy chips go to Komaeda. 

Your lips curl into a sick smile, drool slipping past your lips. Oh. Yes. This was the feeling you wanted to experience. That feeling of utter despair when you lose everything you worked for. Oh, the idea of being nothing more than a pet to the person you lose to. You can't wait to see what sick relationship you're going to have with him.

"Are you sure you want to keep going?" Komaeda stares at you, the snake on his shoulder.

You smile in affirmation.

The cards are reshuffled. The vice-president's fingers work gently with the cards, and she presses them down onto the table for the two of you. She's enjoying this just as much as the two of you are. The idea of the most unpredictable students in the school playing it out. It sent a rush of ecstasy right to her brain.

The devil discards one card again.

The snake discards one as well.

The two of you sit here, staring at the other.

Neither of you speak.

"So? What will you bet, Y/n-chan?"

You sit there, the same look of madness swirling in your eyes. You clench your thighs, and you giggle to yourself. Oh, this was so arousing! You have nothing left for you, yet you can still fall further. Shall you do that? Shall you have the time of your life and bet everything you're worth to him? Oh, yes. Of course you shall. You adore the wetness forming underneath you. The only time you could feel it was like this. You couldn't wait to live a life where your mind swirled with ecstasy whenever you wanted to. It would destroy the life that your parents wanted you to have. You could taste it on your lips. The gods' nectar, the fruit of knowledge. Oh, you would die for this one.

"Shall we bet our lives this round?" You lean forward, eyes glossy with desire. "Shall we? If I lose, then I'll be nothing more than someone who's stuck with a life plan the school has! I'll become the pretty little lover of yours, and I'll be told to give birth to children and do nothing else! I'll become a stupid slave to the school's system! Hm? Oh, and if you lose, I become your owner! You'll be my pretty little househusband who's good for nothing except maybe fucking me. Who knows. Maybe you'll enjoy that life."

Komaeda wipes the drool from your chin, and his face mirrors yours.

"To fall into utter despair only to have you as my source of hope? Oh, I thought you'd never ask!" Komaeda grabs your blazer, his blazer, and giggles. "I'd love to bet my life for someone like you. Someone who would lift me so high only to crash me back down immediately. I'd love the idea of doing nothing but raising a stupid little lover who peppers me in kisses and cooks and cleans. You'll be nothing more than a discardable accessory to me. Hm? Doesn't that sound incredible?"

You giggle, pressing a kiss to the other side of his jaw.

The red of your lips linger there.

"That sounds lovely."

"Betting your lives?"

"Yes!" You clasp your hands. "Oh, vice-president. You'll let the winner write the loser's life plan, won't you?"

"Of course I will," She smiles. "It'll be the entertainment of the crowd."

"I'm so excited," You gush, giggling childishly.

Of course you are.

"I'm worth less than him, though," You smile sadly. "So in the end, it's up to fate to decide."

Komaeda smiles, staring at his hand.

"Strongest."

Your bottom lip quivers, and Komaeda smiles. Tears roll down the apples of your cheek, and the mascara runs down with it. Komaeda nearly pities you. "Oh, doll. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'll treat you just like a pretty doll on display at the store."

Komaeda places his hand down slowly.

Four Kings.

You press a napkin from the vice-president to your tears, and your lip stops quivering. A wretched smile snakes onto your face. The smile of a snake. The smile of a devil. The snake wraps around your neck. The devil seats itself back onto your shoulder.

You slap the cards onto the table, an insane smile on your face. The world slows down as your cards hit the table. It's silent. No one talks. The students hold their breath. The screen flashes to your cards. The crowd screams.

Your chair falls behind you, and both the devil and the snake smile at Komaeda. Your eyes are green with delight, lips pulled into the prettiest of smiles. You seem to glow under the spotlight.

Komaeda's heart drops at the sight.

You laugh, throwing your arms up in ecstasy.

Five of a kind.

Five aces.

The joker.

Something in Komaeda shatters.

He isn't sure if it's self-worth or dignity, but something breaks. He stares at his loss, and he lets out a simple laugh. Then a second. A third. Then, it's a maniacal laughter that sends a chill through everyone's spines. He's gone insane. 

Komaeda stares at his loss with stars in his eyes. His smile is from ear to ear, and he cranes his neck to look up at you. "Oh, I'm so happy to be your housepet! I'll do anything for you! please! Oh, crush me with the bottom of your heel! I'll do anything for you! Shall I refer to you as mistress or master? Oh, maybe you can call me doll!"

"Oh," Komaeda clings onto your hand, insanity swirling across his face. "Oh, master. You're just so bright. Like the messiah being sent down to free me of my sins. Oh, bathe me in holy water, drown me under your perfection. Trash like me doesn't belong close to you." He throws his hand off of yours, the corners of his lips collecting drool.

You stare at his kneeling figure, and you place the palm of your hand on his cheek, and you coo at him. "Is that so?"

"I'm so glad you put me in my place. The chain around my neck is a testimony of my love for you. Please keep me around you until I am of no more worth to you. I'll give you all the money in the world for you to gamble. Oh, master, you're just so pretty..." He rambles. "I can't believe I get to be your doll of all things. I can't believe I get to experience the joy of being your pretty little househusband. Will you bring me to events? Or will you have me cling onto your arm as a symbol of your status? Would you like the company under your name? Or, maybe you'll-"

"That's enough," You press a finger to his lips, and the vice president smiles at you.

"Here's the blank life plan."

"My doll," Your fingers tilt his chin up to face you. "What age do you think you should be wed to me?"

"I don't care," He rests his cheek on your thigh, closing his eyes, lashes fluttering. "Whatever age you want."

"Hm," You hum. "How about this? Since you lost your ability to do anything, you'll be my pretty doll to play with. When you turn eighteen, we wed. Before that, your goal is to gamble back all of your net worth with only 100 thousand dollars I borrow you. You can do that for me, can't you, doll?"

The sinister red in Komaeda's eyes tell you yes.

"Of course, if you can't then I won't be able to take you as my husband until you do. You know? I can't possibly marry a man who can't even match to their lover in terms of gambling." You giggle, scribbling it down. "And then when we turn twenty four, we can have our first child. Your company will become one of the most expensive ones out there, and then I can officially declare that we're married that year. When we turn twenty seven, we can have our second child. After that, we'll both run our businesses. Of course, I hold all the stock to yours since you lost. Hm? How does that sound, doll?" 

Komaeda purrs happily. "Anything for you, master."

You smile mockingly. "Then get working."

Both the snake on your neck and the devil on your shoulder help Komaeda out. His luck manifests in a new form. The black cat. The cat that sits on the table, knocking cards and tiles out of the opponent's hands. The cat that sits on the wheel, pushing the ball into a specific slot. The cat that is a horror for people to see. The symbol of bad luck. Komaeda's luck manifests in the form it has been all along.

The cat on the first day of school.

"Master!" Komaeda's eyes brighten as you step into the room, Hinata behind you. 

"My doll," You smile at him affectionately, running your hand through his hair. "How is it?"

He shows you his hand, and you smile. You flick the bell on his collar. "I'll leave this to you, my pretty toy."

Komaeda stares at his opponent, lips curling into a smile.

"Let's play."

A black cat licks its fur outside the window.

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for the future family/preg thing in your rules could you do one like that with komaeda? thankuuuu!!✨

Of course (:

Also, I didn't use any gendered pronouns for the reader, but it will talk about pregnancy, so...

Nagito Komaeda Future Parent Headcanons

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I honestly think he's a more complicated case, since it heavily depends on the situation... (Non Despair au? After everything? etc.) But in general...

His reaction when you tell him heavily depends on your relationship with him, and if you have already talked about wanting kids.

If you do talk about it with him… to be honest I think Nagito would take quite some time until he would actually feel ready to start a family.

He would like the idea, but wouldn't want to start one until he is sure, that he will survive his illnesses.

Also, it would be better to only start talking about it, after he got proper therapy and is okay with his life simply being peaceful.

But if you've been together for a long time and he's doing better,

He would be really happy and probably cry when you tell him ):

If you didn't talk about it, he would probably feel very guilty (as if it was somehow only his fault) and apologize over and over again, because 'his luck acted up again'.

He would then go on to say, that he will support you with whatever decision you make, while apologizing again.

If you reassure him and tell him you want a family with him, he would be delighted.

Sure, he thinks you dervese someone way better to have a family with than him, but… you've stuck with him until now, so you must want to stay with him, right?

A possible future with his partner and child would fill him with so much hope.

Also he kinda likes, that you have a reason now, to have to stay with him.

He would support you 100% through your pregnancy. You don't have to lift a finger. (You probably don't ever have to with him around, but…)

He also makes sure you eat healthy, even if you don't like it. You will have three full nutritious meals a day and at least two liters of water.

He is a terrible cook though, so if you don't want to eat outside, he will even hire a cook.

That doesn't mean he won't indulge you with the weird food cravings you'll have at random times of the day.

It's midnight and you want a McFlurry with ketchup? He is on his way.

But don't overdo it, he will cry saying it's bad for the baby.

He will also randomly ask, if he can feel your belly or talk to the baby. He will always say stuff like "When you're here, you're gonna have a wonderful parent." (Talking about you)

Also tells the child how much he loves you and can't wait for your future together.

That being said, he has very poor health, so he will take care of himself more too now, so he can stay with you and your child for a long time.

For the name... If you really wanted a specific one, because it was important for you, he would go along with it, too. But in his opinion, the best names would be those that have a good/pure meaning.

When raising your child, he will be the kinda parent who can't scold their child for whatever they'd do.

But also the one who's like "I'm not mad, I'm disappointed."

He's also quite smart and will help the child study for school and stuff.

And if your kid would be getting bullied or something... well he wouldn't beat the bullies up, but probably destroy their lifes in some other way.

Will do everything to be the best stay-at-home dad there is.

That being said, if you'd want to be a stay-at-home parent too, you'd probably both stay at home. He isn't really good at most work related things and also doesn't need the money.

When older I think he would look more laid back, maybe wear glasses (kinda like in his beta design?)

Oh, and he would never ever go on a plane with you.

Hope you liked it!

If you'd want a one-shot based on these headcanons, you can request it, too. (:

[austerlasterfossil]

!!! Nagiteru HC time :D !!!

request by: Bruh i dont know who's this but they don't want me to show their name but its okay... it's from wattpad istg.

some hc too :P

character: Nagito Komaeda, Teruteru hanamura.

my thoughts and someone who requests this: okay so, This both characters was making every Teruteru fans blow. (for nagiteru fans only igg????) Like, a Lucky manipulator x Perv chef

I can say this ship is... dunno. i give this 300/10, i love this ship too but if Teruteru lives longer like, Teruteru didn't stop nagito because he knows that nagito had a BIG BIG lucky lmao. So.. imposter accidentally stabbed himself after pushing nagito out of under the table. So Teruteru is gUiLtY. but no, he didn't get execution mayb. then before after pekoyama's execution, Teruteru yelling at nagito for togami and peko's death. (Lmaooo i out this too bc someone who requests this want this sheet.) and ghen they work together even teru hates him as hell like he want throw nagito on the volcano.

FLUFF

the one who always get a nightmare is teru, Nagito would come to his cottage and comfort him by cuddling or NiGhT kIsSiNg- even teru hates him....... yeah, And sometimes when nagito get sick, Teruteru would make a soup for him and take care of him. if teru get sick, then the lucky boi just hoping that teru can get well soon but HEY! IS WORKING SYAYAYA- ehem.. And if nagito tired or passed out from tiredness, teru can carry him to his cottage.. heavy asf.

LEMON (Maybe with fluff ??)(literally fell downstairs)

Nagito would wait for teruteru to come inside his cottage and then cuddle like normally, but then nagito just kissing teru's face multiple times and even teruteru gets annoyed. Teruteru wouldn't kiss him back unless nagito begs and teru will kissing him in cheek only. Then they cuddle like an turtle and a bird. Nagtio sometimes talk about hope very much during MaKeOuT sEsSiOn- and teruteru fell asleep in his arm. Teruteru sometimes sat on Nagito's lap just for an pat pat. <:3

OMG ANGST AAA-

Nagito will kill Teruteru if teru wouldn't listen to him or helping him out of killing others, Or.. teru will kill nagito if he did make fun of his momma or try to poisoning others. They both will beat up each other like punching, kicking, stabbing or kill.

then one time, Or if or maybe. Nagito will kill Teruteru during the blackout. With a 22 stab on chest or stomach mybe. lol I'm 23/100 bad at making hc.

(SORRY IF THIS IS A TERRIBLE AND BAD HC!!!)

-Fosil

[hajihiko]

hopefully I'm not too late for talky talky tuesday, but i wonder how you feel about the despair disease motive! ik it's widely disliked, but personally i kind of like it. maybe because I'm a sucker for tragedy, ig? maybe also because i am a card-carrying Komaeda Enjoyer and i have a headcanon that he didn't have the "lying disease" so much as he had "incomprehensible disease." the things he said were so completely baffling and nonsensical, because the despair disease inverts core personality traits, and komaeda is such a logic-driven guy (though his logic tends to be completely alien to everyone else's) and also komaeda desperately wants to be understood. and so the disease made him that much harder to understand. idk, like i said, it's just a headcanon. ANYWAY this got long-winded, lol. but my question is: thoughts on the despair disease?

The good thing about talky Tuesdays is they just keep comin'

I didnt hate it! Not the *most fun* but I liked it more than not! I thought it was maybe a bit unfortunately underutilised?

I thought some of the Risk of it all would be the potential of Hajime, Fuyuhiko or Mikan getting infected too (which Mikan did, but we didn't know that until later). I would have loved a bit more tension about the volunteers (and maybe just a bit more interaction between them but you can guess why THAT is lol).

Also I feel like I might've liked it MORE if there was like, more of a reaction to how unfair it is? I feel like the strawberry-grape house thing worked in how depressing and unfair it all was and how everyone was like super miserable together.

I feel like everything in DR can be made a bit better if the characters had a bit more interactions between themselves, like if they worried about each other more. In the disease thing, Ibuki and Nagito didn't have a super close connection with anyone (I think?? Except Hajime) and Nekomaru was already out. If there was someone outside the hospital that was more frantic about the patients it might've felt more, idk, despair-y?

Also I'm biased because of There's Something Wrong With Mikan Tsumiki which totally beats the actual Despair Disease events outta the park lol