#I like how Makoto loves to cross his legs

[cochidinh]

okay, why do I have many pictures of them sitting, like

Bonus: "Let me handle my greatest mind carefully with my hand while lying down"

[theamityelf]

Eyyyy it's me again with my trash English but I have been struck with an idea when thinking about the minis au (it's just so cute)

Hear me out

You know the minis like mini thh and mini sdr2

And we have v3 soooo I was thinking

What if the minis from thh and sdr2 were together in v3

And they would be like a set so like let's say for example kokichi has to take care of the luckster set aka makoto and nagito or rantaro has to take care of the forgotten their talent set or you could make hajime have his talents but he and izuru fused thingy :D

I in all honesty don't know what set would work with who so I'll leave that up to you on which set would consist of who and who it would work with

Mini Classmates AU Masterlist

I love it! Oh boy, let's see...I could go based on talent, but I think I'm also going to have some consideration for just what combination would be cool, lol.

(For example, if I were going just by talent, then Impostor and Junko would probably both go to Tsumugi, but that's too easy and denies Junko the opportunity to make a meaningful difference.)

...

Kaede: Keeping it straightforward with her; she gets Sayaka and Ibuki. It's the musicians. They get along well.

Shuichi: I'm giving him Sonia and Byakuya. The only real backstory rationale for this is the idea that they're both serial killer enthusiasts and also Shuichi is like the nepo baby of the detective world (joking)? But that's not the actual reason. Really, it's because it's cool to place a bad influence like Byakuya on Shuichi's shoulder– someone who will praise him for lying in trials –and also it's funny to give Shuichi someone kind of high maintenance. I want Shuichi sweating, trying to make accommodations for the Ultimate Affluent Progeny and the Ultimate Princess. And I want Sonia sitting on the bill of Shuichi's cap with her little legs dangling off and her ankles crossed.

If Kaede dies, he'll take her minis in, and vice versa.

Rantaro: He's getting Hajime and Kyoko. Memory gang! I honestly don't think Rantaro would trust his minis all that much, but Kyoko doesn't need trust to be effective (though it definitely helps); she just needs access. And he has to take her with him, everywhere he goes, or risk being executed if she's lost or killed. For now, I'm saying it's normal Hajime, but we can put a pin in that, for later.

Kirumi: Oh, Taka and Mikan are the clear answer, but I kinda want to give her a spicier combo...Like, Taka and Mikan are fitting, but I don't know that they really bring out anything new in her. But if I gave her Makoto and Nagito? Now we have this hypercompetent person dealing with Makoto's clumsiness and Nagito's craftiness. She's not wholly unreceptive to Nagito's ideology, but she's very pragmatic about when it is and isn't helpful. Nagito and Kirumi are having a very polite conversation about how it's their natural place to serve, and Makoto is just waving his arms like "NONE OF THIS IS RIGHT!" Yeah, congrats Kirumi; you get Makoto and Nagito. If you see Nagito climb into Makoto's tiny bed instead of his own after you both get back from planning a murder, no you didn't. ;D

Angie: In a vacuum, she'd get Mahiru and Hifumi. But oh boy, consider...if she got Impostor and Junko...No listen, her canon arc is going from "It's going to be fine," to "Actually, maybe I need to make it fine by taking on a leadership role based on manipulations I haven't unlearned from my upbringing." How short do you think her "It's going to be fine" stage would be, if she knew that her minis were "person who is lying about their identity to everyone" (because her handbook tells her Impostor's talent) and "person who definitely has bad intentions but I can't pin down her exact deal" (because she can read Junko pretty well, but not well enough)?!

Does she assume that everyone else's minis are also up to no good, or does she reach the conclusion that she has been given these minis because she's the only one who can handle them? Whatever the case, her vigilance in keeping Junko on the straight and narrow reads to everyone else like she's just trying to evangelize her poor minis. She is genuinely a little unfair to Impostor, in that she considers them and Junko to be at the same level of "needs me to fix them". I'm giving her Impostor and Junko, because it'd be fun.

She'll be keeping Junko in check with a smile on her face. But since this is a case of her character flaws coming in handy, what this means is either that she still won't get to grow as a person or the moment she grows as a person is the moment she lets her guard down and Junko gets to do something underhanded.

Tenko: Obvious answer would be Aoi and Akane, and that would really be a fun dynamic that would help divert some of her obsessive energy away from Himiko...Other possibility is Leon and Nekomaru, which would be mainly because

1. It's important to see that, despite her "degenerate male" thing, she's still a very caring person to everyone; the game didn't make this as apparent as I feel they could have. It would be cool to have her still say her "degenerate male" stuff but be very careful with Nekomaru and Leon. (My concern here is that it reads like I'm trying to punish her, and I'm not. I just like what this could bring out in her.)

2. Ryoma would do well with Aoi and Akane. Yeah, it's really just a matter of Tenko and Ryoma both qualifying for both pairs of athletes, and I think Ryoma would get more out of having the energetic and positive Aoi and Akane than Tenko, who is already energetic and positive, would.

So, Tenko gets Leon and Nekomaru. She's pretty strict with them, and Nekomaru is super respectful; Leon is rebellious, but Tenko can definitely handle that. (Alternate option is, she gets Aoi and Akane and Ryoma gets Sakura and Hiyoko, but that's not the way I'm playing it.)

Ryoma: Aoi and Akane. Given how positively he reacts to Kaede in canon, this arrangement would be good for his mental health. Not to be 100% serious, but these two are going to pretty much explicitly be his reason to live for a while there. Making sure they get all the food and exercise they want really gives him a sense of purpose, and they push for him to get back into tennis, since it's clear to them that he still loves it.

Korekiyo: My immediate thought is Toko and Gundham. For a moment I considered what Sakura and Hiyoko or Celeste and Chiaki would bring out in him, and either pair could be really cool, but if his minis are both girls, he genuinely might kill them to get to his 100 friends count, once it's clear he's going to be executed anyway. (Which could allow for a situation where Sakura manages to protect Hiyoko and escape, but Celeste and Chiaki would pretty much just die in that situation.) He probably doesn't consider Toko a worthy friend for his sister. (As fun as it would be if Gundham had to protect Toko.) OR, it could be a nice character moment where he chooses not to kill his minis even though there's no reason not to. That'd be nice.

Anyway, I think Toko and Gundham are the match for him. Their quiet, subdued, poetic vibes would go well together, he would take Genocider Syo very much in stride, and just generally I think it would be a pleasant grouping.

Miu: Chihiro and Kazuichi. Her maternal side would come into play, and Kazuichi would love that. Honestly, both Kazuichi and Chihiro would be pretty overwhelmed (in different ways), and I really kind of just want to let that dynamic ride.

Gonta: ...Thinking about giving him Mahiru and Hifumi. Mahiru would be glad to give him advice on how to be a gentleman, and Hifumi would be an example of what not to do (and, ever so occasionally, what to do). Plus, they'd both get a kick out of being closer to bug-sized, artistically speaking; Mahiru can take pictures of bugs that come up to her knee, and Hifumi can get inspired with thoughts of whatever show or manga is relevant to giant bugs. All of that said, Gonta only gets anything out of this arrangement if we take it to be true that he genuinely does need (and want) to be a gentleman, and I'm just not sure whether this is the most interesting angle for him.

Mondo and Fuyuhiko would be wild. Imagine those two giving Gonta masculinity advice, and Gonta just being like, "...No, I think I'm good actually."

Actually, I'm back on Mahiru and Hifumi. I think that could be fun. Gonta gets Mahiru and Hifumi, Mahiru and Hifumi get giant bugs.

Kokichi: Mondo and Fuyuhiko feel fitting for his talent, because they belong to crime groups, but the combo doesn't feel interesting enough. Chiaki and Celeste sound fun, because games and lies. But I'm giving him Mukuro and Peko. Because everything he doesn't like about Maki is something he'll also dislike in them, and tease them about. He doesn't trust them, and like Angie, he considers it his job to prevent any damage they might do.

(If Kirumi dies, I think he'll really push to take care of her minis, because I'm picturing a murder trial where Nagito is firmly supporting Kirumi and Makoto is either confused (because Nagito made sure he didn't see the murder, but he knows enough to know that Kirumi's alibi doesn't make sense) or missing (because he did see the murder, so Kirumi had to hide him), and Kokichi's takeaway would be that Nagito is too into the killing game to allow to run loose and also Makoto might be trustworthy.)

Kaito: I could have given him Kazuichi and Chihiro, because being an astronaut is science, but I would have found the combination just insufferable, lol. (I'm half-joking. It could have been fun.) And Mahiru and Hifumi would also be fun for him; I kind of want Mahiru to yell at him. But I think Sakura and Hiyoko are the coolest option. Hiyoko can fuss at him and laugh at his expense, and Sakura can express concern when he shows signs of his illness.

Tsumugi: She gets Celeste and Chiaki. Let the doll dresses (and video game references) roll.

Kiibo: He gets Teruteru and Yasuhiro because Hiro would hate it, lol. And I believe Teruteru could work with the premise "Giant robot has to take care of me."

Maki: I'm giving her Taka and Mikan because it's funny. It's a fitting combo, for the talent she lied about having. She lied to them about it, too; when they find out that she's an assassin, they're dismayed, but also she's been taking care of them for days now, so they're also worried about her and trying to get her to open up. When Taka tries to encourage her, she's annoyed. She's also annoyed when Mikan falls over or acts all sheepish and she has to help her with things. But she takes care of them, and she does so very well.

Himiko: The obvious answer would have been Celeste and Chiaki, but I'm tempted by Mondo and Fuyuhiko. Imagine Himiko with a mean-looking gangster guy on each shoulder. Imagine Mondo and Fuyuhiko getting into an explosive argument and Himiko just going, "Nyeh, you're so loud...You're lucky you're cute." Chiaki and Himiko have too-similar energies, anyway. So, Mondo and Fuyuhiko have a home at last.

[lonelyshuichilover]

Hi, can you do a request where kyoko kirigiri confesses her love and comforts a depressed male reader who gets executed instead of makoto and survives?

Omg, my first request... I'm kind of nervous, but I'll try my best! Also, I played the 5th trial again, just to be accurate.

CW: Themes of depression, bullet format, notice how op has no idea on how people confess to each other, kinda long and rushed at the end (I was motivaded and then got lazy srry).

Your eyes opened slightly, only to be greeted by a terrible pain throughout your body, the fall was high and the only thing that cushioned it were the garbage bags.

As you got used to the pain, your mind went back to the events of a while ago, feeling your eyes well up with tears, but your expression didn't change. The pain in your body was replaced by overwhelming exhaustion, you looked at the high ceiling of the dump and sighed.

'Maybe this is where I really belong…' you thought, letting out a dry laugh.

And then you closed your eyes again, giving up to the exhaustion, knowing damn well that no matter how long you sleep, it'll still be there. You fell asleep, you slept until your dreams stopped tormenting you, you slept until your mind stopped tormenting you… You slept until something fell near you.

And then you woke up, you got up from your previous position, startled by the sudden noise. Just to see that recognizable silver hair. "Kyoko?" you say, your voice drier than it should be.

"You look… worse that I expected." Kyoko said, frowning and a can of instant noodles in her hair, she removed with a swift movement of her hand.

You stood up from your current position with a lot of effort and went to help her stand up. "What are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm here to help you." Kyoko said, like it was a fact. You felt your heart stop for a moment. You were flattered by that, but a part of your mind couldn't be grateful. A part of your mind felt worse than it already did.

A part of your mind felt like you were just bothering her. A part of your mind felt that you were not worth such an effort. A part of your mind wanted to beat you up for being so useless, so useless that you couldn't defend yourself in a trial, so useless that you almost got yourself killed.

Maybe Alter Ego should've let the hydraulic press kill you-

"Hey." Seeing your conflicted expression, Kyoko decided to get your attention. "Are you okay? You seem troubled."

You wanted to hit yourself internally for worrying her, but you just smile weakly. "Yes, I'm fine, just a... little bit tired, that's all."

Kyoko seemed unconvinced, but she didn't pursue the topic further, which you appreciated. "Well, I have something for you. Here and eat, we'll talk about this later." Kyoko handed you a piece of bread and a bottle of water, you looked at her surprised.

"Uh... Thanks, Kyoko." you smile nervously, and start to eat small pieces. Honestly, the thought of eating didn't cross your mind even once, no matter how empty your stomach felt. Kyoko was looking at you out of the corner of her eye, analyzing your behavior in silence. She had noticed that your attitude was a bit strange, your smile looked forced and your gaze wandered more often.

She wanted to ask you about it, but she didn't want to be too intrusive or too direct with the subject, Kyoko didn't want to scare you away or make you feel pressured. So she tried to be as gentle as possible. She wants you to feel the confidence to tell her whatever it is that is bothering you, even if it's not something physical.

"So, how have you been lately?" Kyoko asks, crossing her leg as she sits on one of the sofas.

You start slightly at her question, but you compose yourself and look at the floor, still eating the bread she gave you. "I've been fine."

Now, Kyoko is not an idiot, she noticed from the start how you avoid talking about your feelings and what really bothers you. So she looks at you, walks up to you, and takes one of your hands in a comforting way. "Hey..."

Kyoko looks at you, and you look at her too, feeling your eyelids a little bit heavy. "Hey..." you respond, trying to smile, but failing miserably.

She sighed, and I looked at you determined. "I know something is bothering you right now, I don't know if you want to tell me, because if you don't, that's fine. But I want you to know that you're important to me, you're important to everyone, and if you want to talk to someone, I'll be here, okay?" Kyoko shows you a slight smile, your gaze goes to your connected hands, and you feel how your eyes close and some tears come out.

"I'm... tired, Kyoko. Tired of everything." you let out a dry laugh, while more tears fall like a waterfall. "I don't want to see my friends die anymore… I don't want to stay locked in this academy anymore… I don't want to wake up just to repeat the same routine anymore…" now you were crying uncontrollably, while Kyoko looked at you without saying anything, letting you vent.

Kyoko put her other hand on your shoulder and pulled you closer to her, instinctively, you clung to her as you continued crying, letting go of whatever emotion you had withheld.

After a few minutes, you finally calmed down, you separated from Kyoko a little embarrassed, with their hands still intertwined. "S-Sorry about that, Kyoko..."

"Don't apologize for that, [Name], if you feel bad, you should express it. Holding it in will be bad for you, physically and emotionally." Kyoko strokes your hand with her thumb, giving you a soft smile. "I may not know exactly what you're going through, or what's going on inside your head, but what I know for sure is that you're not alone in this. What I am telling you may sound repetitive and empty, but really, whatever your head is telling you, it is not true, you are not useless because of what happened in the trial."

You sigh and put your head on Kyoko's shoulder. Getting all your emotions out was nice, but now you're tired again, wishing there was a bed.

Kyoko seemed to have noticed this, and looked at you. "Well, how about we get out of this dump?" Kyoko said, showing you a strange key, and you looked at her, confused.

"Wait- what is-" "I'll answer everything when we get out of here. come on, let's go." Kyoko took your hand and started walking towards the big door.

--- (Ok, this part is kind of rushed, and I apologize for that. But I'm tired rn srry)

After leaving the dump, you returned to your classmates, and explained the situation to them, only to be interrupted by Monokuma, who announced that the investigation about Mukuro's death was continuing.

You felt nervous, but gathering the courage that Kyoko gave you, you started to investigate together with her. While you were investigating with her, Kyoko stops you for a moment.

"Is something wrong, Kyoko?" you ask, curious. Kyoko looked conflicted about something.

"No, nothing's wrong, it's just... I have something to tell you. It's important." Kyoko said, with a serious look on her face.

You stayed quiet for a moment, feeling yourself getting nervous again.

"Well, tell me then." you looked at her impatiently, playing with the sleeves of your shirt.

"Well, I-" Kyoko sighed. "I like you."

"U-Uh?" you are surprised at her words, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Are you... serious?"

"Yes, I like you a lot... When you feel like the world is falling apart, I want to be there for you, either as a friend or as a partner, because I love you." Kyoko said, flicking a lock of her hair behind her ear, her cheeks rosy.

"I see..." you looked at the floor, not knowing if the world got brighter or if it's the lights. "Well, I like you too, Kyoko. Your mere presence soothes me and helps me in many ways." Kyoko smiled at your words.

You took her hand in yours, and together, continued investigating.

Anyway, ignore the ending, it's rushed as hell xd

Mod Shuichi

[leonawriter]

I remember a fair few times lately when it's been brought to my attention how Sonoko is one of the few people Kaito could theoretically connect with about magic... and here he is, on her balcony.

I thought I'd give this its own post, because honestly? Yeah, they deserve it.

We start out by seeing this scene which... could almost be reminiscent of Romeo and Juliet. Or Superman at Lois' balcony. There's a sort of coding here, especially since she's in her nightgown, that it's an illicit tryst.

That wouldn't be entirely wrong, considering he's asking her to be his accomplice for the heist!

She outright passes her one-of-a-kind dress over the bathroom stall partition to Kid, who is waiting on the other side, as part of her bet that "will Makoto-san be able to tell when it's me and when it's you?"

But let's look past that. Let's ignore Makoto-san for a minute and look just at Sonoko and Kaito.

There we go!!

I'm fascinated and drawn in by the way Kaito is sitting patiently and calmly with his legs crossed on there. His hands are by his sides, and he's looking up, but he looks like he's talking. Sonoko herself is blushing as she pushes the dress over the stall.

I find it easy to imagine the two of them discussing the bet here. "Will he recognise me, or won't he?" - Kaito could be reassuring her, since she doesn't look discouraged. But they could also be quite simply discussing the tricks involved, which is my personal favourite theory here, given the way he looks so relaxed, as well as his smile.

How often d'you think he gets to have an assistant who's so willing to work with him? Who is interested in the mechanics of magic?

And, as I'd said in a previous post, this here is Sonoko at her best, and most critical of him - she wants to see him at his best, but she also doesn't want to see him succeed. She wants to see him fail! He knows that!

If anything, I think that this helps them connect on a far more equal level.

Which puts this moment in a different light.

Sonoko wants Makoto to win because he's her boyfriend. She wants Kid to win because she looks up to him and respects his abilities. The two are equal in her mind, while being different things.

In fact, I'd say this is Kaito, having seen Sonoko cheering loudly for him so many times by now, stating as clearly as is possible for him that a) you can't control what people feel (he's been the subject of someone trying that, thanks Akako) and b) Sonoko... was never fully romantically in love with him in the first place. That was all Makoto's territory, that Kaito's not interested in going near.

And yet, at the end, Sonoko holds up her end of the bargain with him, because as said above, she cares about both of these people... just in different ways.

All in all, the case provided actual character development for both Sonoko AND Makoto, thanks to Kid.

Sonoko gets to be shown accepting that her feelings for Kid aren't the same as her feelings for Makoto, and Makoto is told (whether he internalises it or not is another story) that Kid isn't his love rival.

It also softens down the sense of Sonoko being someone who's basically trying to double-date whenever she's seen screaming after Kaitou Kid in any future heist - it isn't like with Kogoro simping for Yoko-chan and leaving his wife behind so much as her appreciating Kid on different terms...

Although given she's still Sonoko, she'll probably still take some enjoyment and thrills out of seeing "two dashing young men fight over [her]" no matter what.

But at that point, after all this, it's then Makoto's responsibility to trust in her, not her responsibility to... not be her idol's biggest fan.

[sucrows]

MAKOTO YUUKI + Dry Humping (478 Words)

Drabble Cont: GN Reader, No penetration, Dry humping, Biting, Coming in Pants Implied: Dom Reader

(NSFW UNDER CUT)

Things are much warmer in a closet with two people than out in the winter air. 

You press your leg in between Makoto’s thighs, and he makes a pathetic little whimper into the dark. It’s immediate that he begins rutting against it. You bring your hands up to his face and you can just feel the blush spreading all across it. 

“Are- Are you sure we should be doing this...?” 

He whispers at you in concern, but he still can’t help himself from moving against your knee.  

“It’ll be fine, trust me.” 

You lean in close when you respond, and his face gets warmer. Right up against his ear, you nibble the lobe and blow into his ear. He shivers at the sensation. 

“You’ll love this...” 

You push your whole body up against Makoto’s and bring your face lower to his neck, gently mouthing all the way down. He freezes when you reach the side of his neck and instinctively bares it for you. You smile against his skin and nip him. 

A pathetic little whimper leaves him and he gives a rough, stuttering thrust against you. Your smile grows wider and your trace your mouthing along his neck, going to the other side of it. Crossing over his windpipe, you can hear the faint whimpering of a restrained moan. He’s trying so hard to hold it in, it would be a shame if you were to... 

“Hh- Ah!” 

You bite down on the other side of his neck and shove your leg up further. He cries are sinfully loud in the still closet air and you can feel the rumbles of them leaving his throat from where you’re pressed up against it. 

You excitedly prepare yourself to go lower, to finally reach your hand into his pants when he speaks up frantically. 

“Ahh-! W-wait, please...! I...” 

You pull back and wait for it to respond then it hits you. Right where your leg meets his crotch, it's a lot damper than before. 

He looks away in embarrassment and his flush practically has him burning up. Oh, how you wish there were a light in this closet... you’d be able to see his flustered face, him pathetically humping your leg, the growing patch of liquid where he’s cum in his own pants... Oh how badly you wish. 

“I’m sorry-! I didn’t mean to... cum...” 

He sounds like he wants to die inside but damn will you being doing it first if you don’t get to jump on him on a proper bed. You pull back and shed one of your layers to hand to him. 

“... I want you, now. Take my jacket and take me to your room.” 

He flinches at how bold you are and after a moments pause, frantically snatches your jacket and ties it around his waist. 

Oh, you’re going to have so much fun with this boy... 

[one-vivid-judgment]

Heya! No idea why people feel ashamed requesting spicy things. Or maybe it's just me who have no shame at all? Prolly :D Can I also please request walking in on them masturbating while moaning their s/o name with Judgment boys Tesso, Kuwana, Tsukumo, Kenmochi and Issei? Thanks a million!

Remember when I said the spice would return? Well, here it is 🧍‍♀️ I'm not even sorry, I have absolutely zero shame.

Tesso

Tesso is super casual about jerking off, it’s actually kind of embarrassing. You’ve walked in on him a few times already, and every time he just stops what he is doing and waves at you before asking if you want to join in. Absolutely shameless and has no filter when he’s horny. It’s gotten to the point where it just doesn’t faze you anymore.

When you get home and see the door to your bedroom ajar, you know something is up. When you listen in a little better and hear moaning coming from inside, any doubt you might have had is cleared. You open the door and—oh, yeah, there it is. Tesso is lying in your shared bed with his pants down and a hand around his cock. And you just happen to catch him as he’s moaning your name.

For a second, you just kinda... lean against the door frame and watch, arms crossed. He sees you out of the corner of his eye, and he lets out a breathless little “Hi” and stops his hand, but unconsciously swipes a thumb across the head and hisses. To be honest, it’s kind of a turn on. Until he opens his mouth to keep talking and says, “Hi, babe! Sorry I got started without you. Wanna join?”

“Honestly, how can you be so nonchalant about this whole thing? Ugh, you’re so lucky I love you... No, no, don’t pull your pants up, I have to suck your dick. Fuck’s sake...”

Jin Kuwana

God knows this man has a lot on his shoulders. Most times, even if he is feeling horny, there is too much going on for him to consider jacking off. Usually, it’s last on his list of priorities, unless you are there to remind him to care for himself a little instead of doing so much for the sake of others.

Sometimes, even when he has a ‘day off’, he doesn’t even want to bother you for sex and would rather open up his private folder of sexy pics, or check out old spicy conversations you’ve had and just jerk off like that. He just doesn’t want to be ‘selfish’ or bother you for something he can perfectly take care of himself. That's if you are have work or something else important to take care of, because if you are not... Then well, it's free real estate, as they say.

The bad thing about not living together yet is that you sometimes take the spare key he gave you for his apartment and drop by unannounced. Sometimes even catch him certain doing things—like when he has one hand jerking himself off and one hand holding his phone that shows a picture of your tits, for example.

“Well, well. You look like you could use my help for this, don’t you Kuwana-sensei?”

Makoto Tsukumo

This man has watched hentai. A lot of hentai. He still watches it sometimes when you are not available. He’s kind of shy when it comes to initiating sex, so you’re gonna have to take the initiative most times. He has some ‘weirder’ kinks, but he’ll get more comfortable sharing overtime.

He’s shy to ask for sex, yes. But don’t get him wrong, he still has you on his mind! Meaning he’ll be jerking off to hentai and moan your name on instinct. Does he wish he could do some of the stuff on those videos with you? You bet. But that will have to wait until you’ve been dating for a little bit longer.

It gets even more embarrassing when you catch him with his pants down one day, in front of the computer and watching a sexy maid getting railed as he moans your name. Believe him when he says he would have crawled into a hole and hid forever if you hadn't approached him with an amused smile and kneeled in between his legs before he could get a word out.

“Aww, Mako-chan! You could have just told me if you were this pent up! I never mind helping you, you know that.”

Shusuke Kenmochi

You know something’s off when he starts talking about some ‘friend’ who wants to get a dick piercing but can’t decide on whether he should get it or not. He thinks he’s being super slick, but he is really not. You don’t say anything though, curious about how far he’s willing to keep it up. Fast forward a whole month, and he starts making excuses for why you can’t have sex. Which is weird, because Kenmochi is the textbook definition of ‘thinking with your dick’. Sure, he fingers you or eats you out here and there, but when it’s his turn to get off, he says “Nah, I’m good”, as if his dick is not painfully hard inside his pants.

Fast forward again three months. You are coming back home after hanging out with friends, slightly frustrated that Kenmochi still won’t let you touch him. You may have jumped to not so great conclusions and imagined worst-case scenarios, but ultimately brushed them off. Shu-chan wouldn’t do that to you! He’s too big a softie! There’s gotta be some other reason!

And another reason there was. You don’t catch the moans until you are right at the bedroom door. You hear your name right as you open the door. Kenmochi with his cock in his hand, you saw it coming; the piercing going through the head of his dick though? Not so much. The desperation really got to you enough to forget almost everything about 'the guy who wanted to pierce his dick but didn't quite dare'.

“So all that about ‘a friend’ getting his fella pierced was bullshit? Shu-chan, you’re so mean! Why would you not let me see this? Holy shit, we’re gonna have so much fun with this.”

Issei Hoshino

This poor guy is so focused on being the perfect gentleman for you that he probably won’t even ask for sex for the first couple months of your relationship. Which is super cute, he is really dutiful and you can tell he cares about making you feel comfortable. He’s learned from the times he screwed up with Saori by being too careless with his words.

It being cute doesn’t mean you don’t want him to fuck you stupid though. You’ve heard him jerk off in the shower once or twice while you are in the bedroom, purposefully wearing something sexy to see if he caves in. He doesn’t. Needless to say, you are growing more and more desperate by the day.

So, one day you just come into the bathroom while he is in the shower, very obviously masturbating because he cannot keep quiet to save his life, ready to do something about the lack of sex in this relationship and to make it clear to Hoshino that no, baby, you are the perfect gentleman, now would you please fuck my brains out? Thanks! His noises are really cute though—the way he moans your name, too.

“I knew you were up to something! Hoshino-kun, baby, why were you so ashamed to ask? Wouldn’t my hand be better for you to get off?”

[austajunk]

Maybe 20 & 27 with Makoto/Martina?

(Yes its a ship) :D

Omg, anon. I never consider Makoto and Martina, but now that I am, I LOVE THEM AS A SHIP. I need to draw something for them sometime but please take my fic offerings.

Triggers: Past abusive memories, dirty talk, slight objectification, blowjob, takes place after all the events in the game!!! So spoilers!

“You look very nice tonight, Miss Electro,” said Makoto, pouring a glass of white wine for the woman across from him.

And she did. Martina Electro had abandoned her former Amaterasu uniform for a simple blouse and a thin, pencil skirt that traced the curves of her body. A normal outfit that she would typically wear whenever she was not involved in clean-ups or renovation projects around Kanai Ward. Even more admirable than her elegance and her beauty was how much she had changed when she had stepped out of Yomi Hellsmile’s shadow. It had not been easy for her and Makoto Kagutsuchi couldn’t help but to want to check in on her every other week to make sure she was still moving forward.

This was one of those days. Martina took the glass of wine and stared at it absentmindedly between her fingers. A soft smile appeared on her lips and she nodded. “That’s very kind of you to say, sir. Thank you,” she said, taking a brief sip. “I actually cannot stay long. There’s still more work to oversee in the Marunoman District.”

Makoto leaned against his arm on the bar, tucking his legs behind his stool. “Yes, that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. You shouldn’t be overworking yourself as you have. I’ve noticed that you’ve been taking on double the projects around Kanai Ward lately.” He shook his head and frowned behind his mask. “It’s admirable, but doing so much can lead to fatigue and then even mistakes or accidents. I would rather you not put yourself in that kind of situation.”

“Oh?”

Pausing briefly to savor her wine, Martina let out a simple chuckle that Makoto found somewhat judgmental.

“Did I say something wrong?” He pressed.

“Hm…it’s only that you work twice as hard as I do, sir,” Martina said thoughtfully. She gazed towards the large window of his penthouse, watching the rain beat down against the pane. “I find it rather amusing to see you advocate for me to slow down.”

“Ah.” What could Makoto say to that? When she was right, she was right. “But that’s different. I’m the CEO of Amaterasu Corporation and the protector of Kanai Ward. It is my privilege to serve and protect everyone in this city.”

Martina merely nodded to him, but kept her quiet smile. That was just a bit irksome to Makoto, but he knew what she meant. She had a point. If he worked himself until he wanted to pass out, he would have no room to talk about how hard she pushed herself. Well… perhaps he could bypass that thinking a little.

“Regardless, I’d like you to take the rest of the week off and get some well-deserved rest.” He gave a sincere look behind his mask, wondering as often as he did if translated through his voice. “In fact, take my penthouse. There’s plenty here for you to enjoy and relax with.” At least, if she was using his penthouse, he could make sure she was actually getting some rest.

An awkward frown replaced Martina’s smile and she shifted uncomfortably on her stool. Crossing her legs, she shook her head. “Sir…I…it would make me happier to continue my work.”

Makoto cut her off before she could continue her protests. Was there something she wasn’t telling him?

“Is there something worrying you, Miss Electro? If there’s anything I can do to put you at ease, I will do it.” He said with certainty.

He knew how much Martina was striving to make amends to Kanai Ward, but there was no need to push herself so much. As far as he saw (at least for her and not him!), the work would always be there for her to complete another day. Martina was one of his precious allies in the efforts to rebuild and protect this corner of the world he had carved out for himself and the rest of the people he loved, so he wished he could only express that he needed her to be at her best.

“It’s…ex-Director Yomi,” said Martina after a moment of silence. She placed her hands together and Makoto noticed a slight tremble run through her body. “When I’m alone… when I’m not working on something, I find my mind drifts back to him so much. I can’t forget his voice…or his touch…”

Makoto let another brief silence hang between them. If anything, Martina deserved that. She deserved respect and peace. It was no one’s fault that someone like Martina fell into Yomi’s path of influence and abuse, but Makoto felt the sting of guilt and rage anyways. It bubbled beneath the surface of his calm demeanor and he was grateful for the mask that hid the more unpleasant sides of him that his anger brought out.

But his feelings about how Yomi Hellsmile hurt and scarred his beloved Kanai Ward didn’t matter at the moment. Martina did.

How could he bring her respite?

“Sir, this isn’t right for me to ask or request…” Martina began, shaking Makoto from his thoughts. “You’ve given me everything, including my life back. I am so grateful for everything you’ve done for me. I could never do enough to measure up to your forgiveness…”

“That’s not right at all,” Makoto pushed earnestly. When pushed towards the proper path, he knew Martina was capable of beautiful and wonderful things. All the people in Kanai Ward were. It almost hurt to see her be so modest, but he wasn’t sure why she inspired that feeling in him. “But still, what can I do for you, Martina?”

He was almost surprised how well her name rolled off his tongue. Makoto wondered if she would ever call him by his name and not “sir” or “CEO”. What would it be like?

“Can you…touch me?” Martina bit her bottom lip to stop the words that already left her mouth. And yet, she had already said them. “And can you talk to me like he would?”

Makoto blinked behind his mask. “Martina…” It was such a painfully honest request. He could see the muscles in her face tense as she let it out. She even averted his gaze and tilted her head down to stare at her lap.

“I just want to forget him. I don’t want to think about him anymore. The work helps. I can busy myself with the task ahead and move forward, but whenever I slow down…I hear him. I hear the insults. I feel his hands on my hair, pulling me closer to him. I remember his body heat and his scent all over me.”

“I see.”

Makoto stood up. This was hard to swallow. Was there a way to be cruel to Martina like Yomi was in order to help her forget him? It didn’t feel right. But this wasn’t about his feelings, he decided.

He would have Martina stay in the penthouse and get some well-deserved rest at any cost.

—

“Your lips really do wrap so prettily around my cock,” said Makoto, stifling a moan in his throat.

Goodness, Martina was trained quite well. Beside the bar in his penthouse, the curvaceous former Peacekeeper was on her knees servicing his cock with those beautiful, soft lips. Her eyes were closed and Makoto wondered, even as he groaned from her tongue working along his length, what she was thinking of. Was she in the moment here with him? Did she enjoy being with him or was she losing herself to the memories of Yomi using her? The latter needed to be obliterated, but Makoto would take small steps to achieve that goal.

His hand cupped her cheek as she mouthed down his shaft, taking in his bittersweet taste between her lips. Not a single strand of hair was out of place no matter where he pet or grabbed her. Martina Electro was simply immaculate.

“I’ll never get over this side of you, Martina,” Makoto whispered to her, his breath progressively getting more labored. He rolled his hips and savored her warm tongue. His hands grasped her head and held her there to take him completely down the back of her throat.

“Do you like when I use you? Is it better than him?”

Makoto sighed. That tongue was working the vein underneath his shaft and he couldn’t help but to pump her throat like a common sex toy. He took her all in. Every tremble. Every swallow and sputter. She was so beautiful, especially as the exasperation and work brought color to her pale cheeks.

Makoto hissed in pleasure and tightened his grip. “There’s s-something about you…I just want to see you dirtier—!” He panted, pulling his cock back. The saliva and precum drooled freely from his open slit, leaving a smear across Martina’s cheek.

“S-Sir…” Martina gasped.

She opened her eyes to watch him. It was unfair that she couldn’t see how badly he wanted to fuck her and use her. To forget his kindness and morals and simply go to bed with her forever. It kept her on edge. That was how Makoto preferred it. By the end of the night, she would absolutely be coated and shaking in his love and appreciation for her. He would see to it.

For now, that smear of precum on her cheek made him grit his teeth. What about Martina brought out this vicious need in him?

“I need to see you…utterly stained…is that alright?” He told her. Gripping her hair, he tugged her back to his cock and planted it upon her lips to worship. “Touch yourself for me, Martina. I need to see how much you want it…”

Those piercing, beautiful eyes adored him in attention, captivated as she lowered her hands beneath her thin skirt. It traveled up her round hips and she sank her fingers beneath her pair of black panties. He watched her breathlessly rub her pussy folds, then insert a finger inside of herself. As she did so, he mercilessly tugged her back upon his cock.

Her lipstick was smeared and her eyeliner smudged. He had to ruin this beauty, this temptation that Yomi Hellsmile had built her up to be. Makoto would tear it down entirely. She was a human being with so many needs and he would make her see it.

“You want this so bad, Martina… it’s what you were meant for.” The words were quiet and commanding. He enjoyed those twitches whenever he got more forceful with her. He could watch her pleasure herself in front of him forever, but a warm shudder ran up his spine as his cock pulsed between her lips.

“Damn…ngh…”

Those beautiful features were painted in a translucent white coat of his seed. He pumped his load over her cheeks, her lips, and the bridge of her nose. Anything to ruin that beautiful face and remind her of what she truly meant to him.

Makoto found he adored her. And she was already wet for him.

“S-Sir… ah…” Martina licked her lips, glancing up to him.

Makoto took both of her hands in his. He was still half-hard and he led her to the bed in the other room. “I want to fuck you until you’re absolutely sure you can’t leave this penthouse for a week, Martina.” He said brightly. Sitting down on the bed, he pulled her closed until she rested against his lap. His cock prodded her slick folds and he groaned. His hands rested on her waist.

“Thank you, s-“

“Makoto,” Makoto told her quietly. His hand slid back into the silky locks of her hair, petting the strands back again. “You’re not allowed to call me anything else.”

Martina blinked. Then, that smile appeared. She brushed her hips against his erection and felt push inside of her, a low gasp leaving her.

“M-Makoto—!”

[pugs-cats-bb-8]

Persona 5-The Daybreakers

This has never been dubbed into English, it is subbed through. Just letting people know.

I love Morgana 🤣🤣

They have to go down to the train station to access Mementos? I thought they entered from above. So they just disappear into thin air?

So this takes place sometime after Yusuke.

Why does Ren look pissed and disinterested?

I love the shot of them getting in.

Ren drives like I do. 🤣🤣

I can drive the cat. No, I can't.

They make Akechi even prettier 🥰🥰Also his eyes look more red here.

This dude looks like Wonder.

I know that beer brand 🤣🤣

Pink chalk?

Yusuke's friend looks like a wet puppy.

Does the game ever ask "Why don't they go to the police"? Like I know it's established pretty early on that the police aren't going to do anything (the game's words, not mine) and that's basically why the Phantom Thieves exist.

Ren is pretty 😍😍 And basically stalking that dude. Way to take tips from your boyfriend🤣🤣

I've never seen Ren wear a cross-body bag. Minus that uh, fashion disaster (IMHO) of a collab with a tourism thingy.

Damn, he really pissed... and hot.

Ren looked normal for a frame. Is this an AU? Like Ren's harder than usual.

Why does he react like he forgot Morgana was there? 🤣🤣

My man is risking his ass using Leblanc. Like I remember reading about this on the Wikia but really. I like how they weren't concerned about using Leblanc. Like really, especially cause Ren could get kicked out, property could be damaged, Morgana could get hurt, Sojiro could get hurt if he walks in. Not to mention it's just plain rude to be that careless. Ren has balls.

Where'd the panic light come from? They don't have Futaba yet. Iwai!?

If it wasn't Makigami? then who was it?

It was his brother, Yusuke's wet puppy friend. 😲😲

He's the leader? I thought he was the lackey😲😲 I thought the older dude was the leader.

That transformation was uh...

Where'd the bloody Oni come from? I thought we were fighting Mitras.

Add in the onion bird.

Ren is badass 😍😍🥵🥵

If Arsene's gonna get more lines. I would love it if it got dubbed. That's part of the reason I kept him. 😋😋😋😋

I like how they do baton pass all athletic and dramatic.

Long legs 😍😍

What I wouldn't give to be his position. 😍😍

"The arrogance in your heart. I stole it". (I accidentally flipped it although I think it works better the other way). It reminds me of a line from dancing. "Did you enjoy the show? Well, until next time". 🥵😍

Although, it sounds like intil to me. Same thing happened with Ippon Datara. I thought it was Ippon Tatara. In my defense, I had to learn what his voice sounded like.

Wait, this dude is a Mementos Mission. He's a combo of 2MM. 6/18 you get The Phantom Thieves vs. Burglary Ring. The story matches up halfway and the dude's name is Makigami but it never mentions him having a brother. It's even the same shadow. Fake-Man Show in 3rd sem has a brother that he abused and he says the same thing as his shadow disappears.

Morgana's dopey face. Maybe because I have it paused? 🤣🤣

Pretty girl in the crowd.

Just hear a random cat and find a key and a note 🤣🤣. That's how we got some of our cats. Minus the key and note.

He's kinda cute. Why does he look like a mix of Akechi and Natsume? But add in wet puppy.

😍😍😍🥵 Fuckin' gorgeous shot. Reminds me of when Morgana's floating away at the end/near the end of 5.

They went straight into Kaneshiro, without Makoto? I wish the game did that. 🤣🤣 Maybe it was near Kanoshiro to begin with.

So, that was a test run? I don't know how to word it. It makes sense, given that Ren's not that confident when he starts. It does provide insight on what thiefy lengths Ren is capable of.

A-1 (Steak Sauce🤭) animated this? It looks amazing. What happened between episode 0 and 1? Come to think of it they did the opening for Radiant Historia too. Which also looks great and it's on the 3DS. I think they also did a couple of P3 movies too. So, why does the anime look like it does?

[sociieties]

makoto breathes out slowly, squeezing his eyes shut as he readjusts himself / when he opens them again, vision is black and blurred before slowly returning to him and he wipes his nose on his sleeve. legs cross as he sniffs, reaching over to his bed and pulling one if the blankets off of it. “ she can’t have any more kids. ” this, he knows for a fact. knows it’s not anyones fault / pregnancies are just hard on the body and they’re harder on her. “ this is the second time. ” but really, he doesn’t want to talk too much about that. “ it’s not like she’s trying to have another kid, but life happens, you know? ” life hates him and the people around him the most of all, makoto thinks. head tilts back down, wrapping his blanket around himself and fiddling with a string he never had a chance to cut off. “ the only person who doesn’t know now is kazuya. i have to tell him, too; he has to know, she wants… ” he blinks, somewhat stunning himself as it feels too manual. “ she said she wanted to do something with all her boys. kazuya and tatsuya are new, but they’re just as important to her as you and i. ”

hand moves to scratch head, fingers soon after threading through dark hair as he pushes it back and out of his face. he’s done crying / tired of thinking / sick of processing.

“ stupid or not…. ” his jealously over tatsuya was just a thing that happened and a thing he got over and shuuzou and logisticize it as much ask he wants, but that doesn’t mean that makoto doesn’t still think that it was stupid. that’s just how he feels when things don’t make sense to him. “ this little friend group we have going on is so stupid and complicated, don’t you think? why don’t we just talk about things? why can’t we just — ” be normal. communicate. “ shuuzou, you’re so stupid. you’re so smart, but so stupid. not everything is your fault. it’s okay to be angry, if you’re angry, then be angry, but not everything is your fault. ”

he shakes his head, leaning against best friend. “ you are not ruined. you don’t ruin things, that’s not on you. you are worth it. you’re worth it because you’re my best friend, my very first friend and despite everything you say about yourself- despite everything you think about yourself- you’re important to be. you say you ruin things, but you never ruined me, or mom, or zuya, or tatsu. things get ruined, but you don’t cause that. shit happens, that’s not your fault. you know… ” inhale / exhale. he shifts to sit up again. “ if you never came over and fought for me that day and decided i was your friend, i don’t know where i would have been. before that, ” he swallows, eyes on the floor, slowly moving to lie down. “ i was so miserable alone. i didn’t have any friends before you. i was new to your school because before that, kids picked on me more than they used to after the teacher told everyone i was autistic. mom got my transferred as soon as she could, but i was miserable with or without that happening. being alone — it hurt so much. i’d watch the other kids make friends and be happy and live their lives and just keep to myself because i didn’t know how to do that and it bothered me so much that i… i don’t know. i figured if i ignored it, it’d go away, but it never did, then you came and chose me over everyone else around us. ”

he pulls the blanket up to his face, wiping eyes before stupid tears fall and he breathes out a tired breath. “ you saved me from my own personal hell. you don’t get to tell me that you’re not worth it. you helped me and i want to help you. i can’t do that if you don’t tell me what’s going on, though. let me help you, shuu. please. you’re my best friend and i love you and i hate seeing you struggle like this. ”

“ i think, ” soft, thoughtful, “ one day you need to actually talk to him about it. eventually. one day. and one day, ” he hates this, “ i’ll talk to kazuya, too. about how he left me just to stick around, and how i never knew what to think about that because when kazuya leaves people, ” this is the part that he’s never told shuuzou. his relationship with kazuya is something he doesn’t want to think too much about. there’s nothing to think about, really, but makoto can’t help but constantly wonder why kazuya chose him to remain around. “ he leaves people. i don’t know why he didn’t do the same with me. then december happened and i hit him and we fought — ” but shuuzou knows about all of that. “ i don’t understand him in ways you do and sometimes that pisses me off. not — not because i’m not over him, because i am over him, it wasn’t serious, there wasn’t anything to be hung up over, but because i don’t like not knowing things. then… i went and put my hands on him again like i didn’t learn my lesson the first time. i’ll apologize to him later. whenever i see him. ”

“ it’s okay, shuu. it’s okay to be tired. if you’re tired, then rest. drop everything and take time for yourself. you can’t just keep running yourself into the ground, you have to rest eventually. you have to, or eventually, you’re just going to shut down against your will and everything will be so much worse. you have a home. somewhere. i can’t— tell you where, but you do. kazuya, tatsuya, me, mom, we all care about you. no matter what happens, we want you to come back home when you run. ”

shuuzou breathes out / his own tears slowly coming to a stop. he's tired / barely slept all week because he was worried sick about makoto / worried sick about him pushing the most important person to him away / worried sick because he said things / didn't mean things / ruined things. that's what shuuzou is good at / ruining good things / good people. makoto moves off of him, and shuuzou pushes himself upwards to sit and brings one of the knees to come up to chest. " makoto, " softly, quietly, as he sits on the information, " you can't fix it. you can't fix miscarriages. " it's already happened. shuuzou knows that makoto doesn't want to accept it. " you can't -- all you can do is be there. all you can do is help auntie ko do what she wants to do. celebrate the child. come up with a headstone. something like that --- pregnancy is hard on a woman's body, mako, especially older women. " not that auntie ko is old and shuuzou never ever implied otherwise. he breathes out / tired of people depending on him / tired of people needing him. he just wants to be shuuzou / without any worries. but it's fine / he's good for this. when people need him / he's good / he's needed / makoto needs him. he breathes out, " i'm sorry, ako. " he didn't mean it / he didn't. he needs makoto too. he pulls him away from ledges more often than not / and tries to understand shuuzou. " i didn't mean it. i didn't. of course i need you. " he blinks slowly. " i don't think it's stupid. " that makoto was jealous of tatsuya, " that's normal to feel despite it having no logic behind it. tatsuya was my first boyfriend. you were my first boyfriend. from what i hear, it's perfectly normal for jealousy to ensure during all of that -- even though we had broken up by the time that we both came around. " he frowns, " tatsu ---, " a breath, " you were there for my childhood, " shuuzou's messing with his fingers, " but tatsuya was the first one i told. " he grimaces, " i also bit him pretty hard when he woke me up before he brought me here. " but that isn't that important. very softly, " never ? " shuuzou laughs, and it's wet and gaspy. " mako i'm a mess. i'm just so hurt and angry and tired all the time. and i try -- i try to be a better person, and do good and be good, " he's crying again, and he feels his throat starting to restrict, " but it's like how can i be angry and hurt when things are my fault ? and why -- why don't i lose you ? why do you love me, makoto. why do you stay ? i'm not worth it. i'm really not. i ruin things. i'm ruined. "

makoto moves on, " i don't -- i don't know. i haven't -- i haven't romantically allowed myself to like anyone since tatsu. tatsuya hurt me when he left -- and i know i make jokes about it and tatsuya goes along with them - or vice versa, but he met me on the roof of an apartment building and told me he was leaving and then nothing for months. we were dating and he left me. this person who i allowed to see all these parts of me decided that i wasn't as important as his wayward brother figure. at least when i left you, it's because i was forced too. i tried -- i tried to stay. i begged and pleaded until graduation. " he swallows, " and then suddenly, zu, when i returned. i hated him. i really did. he hurt you and you told me i couldn't go after him, and all i wanted to know is what made him so special. i don't know what happened and then suddenly we were making out on your floor. and so dating someone else seemed like a good idea -- and he was trying to get over someone else -- and it seemed easy. and then - and then, i walk into hh and he askes me to not be in love with someone else and i don't - i don't know what i'm doing. i'm tired. i'm tired of aoki and fighting. i'm tired of feeling like i'm being weighed down. i'm tired of being myself. i'm tired of my parents yelling at me still, despite being 18 hours away. " he swallows, and a hand scrubs at his face again, and he's so tired of crying. " i'm so afraid of staying in one place and getting hurt -- i just - i just want a home that wants me. a home that sees my ruin and say that it's okay, that i'm hospitable despite it all. "

[tengods]

my favorite naegami headcanons <333

makoto and byakuya both have the love language of touch and they also have ZERO personal space. they need to make themselves as compact and tight when they cuddle. just absorb the other person as much as they can against themselves. they are always laying atop eachother.

byakuya at his desk, doing paperwork? makoto will climb over him to sit on his lap and face the other direction, tucking his chin into byakuyas neck and wrapping his legs underneath him.

they sleep in a twin sized bed and it is perfect for them, byakuya often times wakes up to makoto resting ontop of him or tucked to the side of him, between the bed and the wall.

at restauraunts, they choose booth seats so they can constantly lean on eachothers shoulders and cross their inside feet with eachothers.

they 100% take showers and baths together as well. makoto picks out some cute scented shampoo and conditioner at a market and byakuya scoffs and says theres no way he'll ever use that, and then makoto lathers his hands in the soaps and reaches his arms over byakuyas shoulders to wash his hair. byakuya, in turn, hunches over and rests his head on makoto's shoulder for easier access, draping and crossing his arms around the back of makoto's neck.

when makoto is sitting on the couch playing video games, byakuya will have him get up so he can sit behind him and rest his head on makoto's shoulder, occasionally playing with his hair or reaching for his hand to trace his palms.

when it's loud and their out in public, byakuya will face makoto and then tuck his head against the side of makoto's, so theyre just talking into eachothers ears.

i think its so much funnier to assume they're not dating at this point, they just feel like they're normal and prefer to be around eachother.

makoto complains that one of his friends admitted their feelings for him, but he just doesnt see them the same and it's so frustrating having to reject people. byakuya nods and holds him tighter, wrapping his arms around his waist and tucking his head deeper into his neck subconsciously. makoto hums back and leans his head against byakuyas.

i would like to think the first "i love you's" and realizations came when byakuya had just gotten out of a shower (alone) and makoto was already in pajamas, sitting in bed, looking kind of down. byakuya would quickly throw on some underwear and pajama pants, sliding over and being like hey whats up?? and makoto is like :(( i don't know, i've just suddenly gotten in my own head a bunch today. and byakuya is like "oh, alright" and then byakuya starts to realize how much it stings him when makoto is down, and how much he wants to do anything to make him feel better, comfort him in any way, and then he starts feeling helpless. He turns to makoto and starts raising his shirt over his head, so they're both sitting together with just pajama pants on. he then pulls makoto ontop of him, face on his chest and begins to trace each freckle on his back and how they connect. makoto would crawl up higher and rest his head on byakuyas neck and just start shaking with sobs. byakuya would continue to trace his back with one hand and cradle the back of his head with his other hand. after a couple minutes of letting the tears out and comforting, makoto pulls up his puffy, red face to make eye contact. hes like "im sorry about all of this. i just. i don't know. i suddenly got so afraid that, one day. i might not have this anymore." he would say as he places a hand on byakuyas neck/collarbone. byakuya would give him a stupid look. "what? are you kidding me?" and makotos like "sorry i really dont mean to bother you with my worries and stuff." and byakuya is like "i wouldn't want to not have this, either. you're.... comfortable." and makoto's like "hahaha what a weird way to describe people" and byakuya is like "shut up" and makoto, without a second thought is like "make me" in his teasing little charming little SMUG ASS WAY. and byakuya just instantly pushes himself up to kiss makoto. and then they're both just like. oh. Oh. Oh. Oh ok. Wow. wow. okay. and eventually they pull away and they're both a shade of red they didnt know they could turn. and makoto places his hand on the side of byakuyas cheek, which byakuya leans into. and makotos like ".... i feel like i have waited a whole lifetime for that." and byakuya is like. "....we can do this?" and makoto just nods and presses a kiss onto byakuyas forehead like "yeah. we can." byakuya, who has a difficult time expressing his emotions, just places his hand ontop of makoto's, eyes watering up. and makotos like "hey woahhh!! are you ok?? did i do something wrong???" and byakuya is like ".... i don't ever want to do this with anyone else... i dont know what these feelings are, but they make me feel ill and weak." and makoto starts tearing up too, pressing his lips against byakuyas forehead again, smiling against his skin. they eventually settle back down, makoto curling into byakuyas side, holding his hand close to his chest, and byakuya just starts bawling silently. it takes a moment for makoto to realize, but he quickly turns and squeezes his hand, whispering comforts of "its okay, i love you, you're safe, i am so glad you feel comfortable enough to show your emotions around me, i care about you." and byakuya is like "..... i love you too." and makoto is like AH. I SURE SAID THAT!!! OKAY!! and "oh wow. I really really love you. A lot. Wow. I didn't think that I said that out loud. Wow. And you love me too? Wow." And byakuya just starts laughing the kinda laugh you do when your eyes are swollen and ur face feels like it is sore from crying, the most Makoto has ever heard him genuinely laugh before. "Shit" he says in between breathly laughs, "I guess you did, huh."

I love these silly little guys so dearly. SO DEARLY

[lovebykai]

Obviously.

Pairing: Hanamiya Makoto x Reader

Warning(s): Mild NSFW, Cursing, Edging, Biting, Begging

Soulmate AU

Authors Note: I am a simp. That is all.

Oh jeez. Oh fuck, oh shit, oh--

You knew Kiyoshi wouldn't be mad -- he didn't get mad -- and it wasn't like you wanted this to happen. Or could really even control it. What were the odds? What were the chances that this absolute fucking psycho was the one? You'd only caught a glimpse of it, but you'd never been more certain of anything in your life.

Hanamiya Makoto was your fucking soulmate.

The mark that was dead center of your throat was practically burning -- it was not lost on you that his matching one was on his palm -- and you'd been literally trembling the entire match. Seriously? Seriously?! This couldn't be happening.

"Holy shit!" Aida noticed it first, wide eyes darting to the offending pigment as her head swiveled between the ongoing game and you on repeat.

"Holy shit." You agreed in a whisper.

You were just a first year; you'd had to beg for her to let you be the manager of the team. It wasn't like they needed one, but you loved the sport. Your fingertips fluttered at your neck as you tried to drag your gaze away from him.

Your soulmate.

Fuck.

Of course he had to be a scumbag who liked hurting people. The sadist to your masochist. Maybe off the court he wasn't a total waste of space douche nozzle but your first impression was nerve wracking. Nobody wanted to be saddled with someone who acted like this for the rest of their lives.

Trapped in your thoughts, you didn't even notice the ball flying towards your face until it was seconds from breaking your nose; the squeak you let out as the sound of it smacking flesh registered was just embarrassing. Peeling your eyes open when pain didn't quickly follow the noise, you were somehow both completely unsurprised and shocked to see your newly discovered other half smirking down at you.

"Whoops. You alright?"

Whoops my ass. You glared back at him as one of his teammates called out a mocking apology from across the court.

"Thanks for the rescue." Because really he could have just let the thing hit you; watching them play was a pretty solid indication that it might have even amused him if it did. But if the guy wanted to play at being a White Knight for you instead of breaking your face, then you sure weren't going to stop him.

"Any time." That sounded vaguely threatening -- as if this would be more than a one-off 'whoops' situation -- even as the blood finally rushed to your face at the realization that you were talking to your soulmate.

Before you could come up with anything else to say, he was darting back onto the court.

* * *

"How’re you doing? I know you were surprised to find your soulmate today; have you been able to speak with him?" Because Kiyoshi was a saint. As if your Soulmate and Co. hadn't hospitalized him once and effectively beat his ass for an entire game the second time.

You hate the part of you that admires the bruises. It's the same part of you that had you crossing your legs and squirming on the bench the entire game. Licking your lips, you swallow down the guilt about the things you can't control and try to smile for him.

"Oh, well," You twist your hands around the strap of your bag hard enough it burns your palms. "I don't know that nows a great time for that."

Soulmates were reflections of one another. Perfect matches. You could only imagine what everyone was really thinking. Trying to put it together. Wondering how the pair of you fit. You try so hard not to acknowledge the part of you that craves the violence-- craves someone who wants to try to break you.

It hadn't taken you longer than a few seconds to figure it out, and you couldn't help but wonder what this development had revealed about you to the team.

Eventually one of them would catch on to the fact you weren't quite so sweet. They'd look back and notice that you might have smirked a time or two during the match when you should have frowned; your eyes shined when you should have flinched. You didn't want to enjoy watching him and his team hurt your friends.

Didn't change the fact you did, though.

"... are you afraid of him?" Saint Kiyoshi strikes again. The gentle tone, almost inaudible and so concerned. It made you sick how kind he was sometimes. Theres no way for you to explain that 'no, I'm not afraid of the psycho, in fact I'm tempted to throw my fucking panties at him when I see him next' without outting yourself as a degenerate so you just shake your head.

"No, of course not," You mask your inner turmoil with a megawatt smile.

"We're soulmates, after all!" This seemed to soothe him, and he nodded a bit before getting distracted by Aida. Quietly, you were thankful for the intervention. There was only so much self reflection you could take.

* * *

Of course he cornered you in the freaking parking lot. Why wouldn't he? He thrived on the same things you did. Catching a girl alone in a dimly lit area was part of Scare Tactics 101. You really should have seen it coming.

He was the wolf to your rabbit, after all.

"There you are," He was smirking again, and you told yourself you didn't like the way it twisted up your insides. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

"You did decide to make my job hard today when you guys went after Kiyoshi so much. I had to tape him up before heading home." Because chastising him was the right thing to do, even if it came out more of a bored drawl than you were aiming for.

"Awh, you don't really blame me for that, do you?" His feigned innocence had your lips curling up in amusement, endearing him to you despite your best efforts. The sheer drama of his hand pressing to his chest and wide eyes was almost... cute.

"Oh, I absolutely do." You couldn't help but smirk as you side stepped him, giving him a wink over your shoulder.

"Birds of a feather and all that." He laughed incredulously at the comment; you were feeling pleased with yourself until Hyuga called out to you. His concern made you wince, guilt prickling at you again as you waved to your soulmate before scurrying off.

* * *

You went to all his games.

Stealthily.

It was one of your dirty little secrets. The other was the thoughts you had at night, tracing your soulmark with one hand and edging yourself with the other. You'd read that when matching marks touched it was akin to an orgasm and ever since all you could think about was how good it would feel for his fingers to curl around your throat.

If anyone on the team had caught you, you'd have lied and said you were studying them. Looking for signals. Being proactive just in case you play them again. That's normal, right? Something a normal person does. Definitely not... stalkerish or anything. You weren't stalking them. Him. Whatever.

"What the fuck?" You pressed your face into your hands, groaning a bit. Stupid. This was all stupid. He was your soulmate. You should be able to just approach him and talk to him without all this--

"Are you lost?"

"Fucking Hell!"

A firm hand stopped you from stumbling over your feet and down the flight of stairs exiting the building. Laughter erupted behind you as you twisted around to thank whoever just saved your face from concrete, cheeks flaming, and a squeak escaped you instead.

Busted. It was not your soulmate that had rescued you this time, but Hara, and for whatever reason that made the whole situation more embarrassing. The rest of the team was behind him -- the aforementioned laughter -- and you awkwardly cleared your throat.

"Wear a bell or something." You joked, fingertips fluttering at your soulmark. It was a nervous habit you'd developed early on in life that was now adding to your embarassment as Hanamiya focused on the motion.

"What're you doing here?" Yamazaki asked, looking baffled as they all seemed to remember who you were.

You just stared; having never thought about what you'd do if you were confronted by them, your mind went completely blank. It felt weird to lie. Why were you just gawking? Oh jeez just say something--

Mouth open.

Mouth closed.

Open again.

Closed.

Fuck.

Hanamiya watched with growing amusement; you could see the slow forming grin and it only added to your mortification. His arms folded across his chest, head cocking slightly as you fumbled for a decent excuse. Well, really you'd have taken any excuse. Anything. Anything but the truth.

It was clear you were at a loss and begging the ground to open up and swallow you, but unfortunately, the entire team was comprised of assholes who wouldn't have mercy on you.

So you tapped a rhythm against your neck and shrugged, glancing around for your exit.

"Just felt like seeing a few matches. Congrats on the win." Hanamiya barked out a laugh at the weak excuse and you refused to look at him.

"Anyway, have a good day and all that--"

"Oh my God this is painful. Just give me your damn number already." He was snickering softly as he approached, fishing his phone from his pocket. The speed at which you complied made his team laugh again as they grunted out their goodbyes.

"Later, soulmate." His hand darted forward faster than you could flinch away; fingertips tapping out his own rhythm against your throat as he passed.

* * *

"Say please." Hanamiya cooed, lips brushing against your ear as you squirmed. How he had managed to corner you was a mystery after a solid week of playing cat and mouse.

How he managed to pin you to the locker room wall with his fingers dancing beneath your skirt was not.

"Please." You were not above begging.

It took him three days of disturbingly well-timed pictures in the night -- not a single one of them of the appendage you wanted to see -- before you caved to raspy, delicious phone sex. The remainder of the week was the two of you dancing around the other, 'too busy' to meet up. Until this game, anyway.

You went to watch the match like clockwork; he snagged you in the hallway and pulled you into the locker room before you could even attempt to protest.

"Oh, c'mon, you can do better than that, can't you? Please what?" Your panties were ruined. His fingers were tracing a line along your folds, every once in a while digging in against your aching clit. Not enough to do more than keep your body buzzing with need.

"Please make me cum." Somehow you managed to choke it out, swallowing your embarassment.

A whimper escaped when he bit down on your neck, sucking harshly at the skin before pulling back enough to grin down at you. His fingers were still moving in that hypnotic rhythm; your hips began to sway with it, chasing the feeling with a whine.

"Cute." Hanamiya mumbled, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. His free hand inched up your sides, pausing to grope at your chest before sliding along your sternum. It took you a second to remember which hand had his soulmark; when his palm pressed against your throat your back bowed off the wall.

Your knees shook violently as the orgasm washed over you. The shout of surprise you released ate up by a sloppy kiss, muffling the sound enough that you wouldn't get caught by anyone passing by. His own low groan had you grasping at his shoulders, keening softly when he pressed his fingers against your clit to prolong the sensation.

The kiss softened slowly.

Less a clash of tongues and teeth; his hand moved from your neck to your cheek, thumb tracing just below your eye. Your body was melting into him, the two of you clinging to one another through the aftershocks.

"Never had an orgasm fully clothed." You joked when he pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours for a second. The soft smile he was giving you grew into another shit-eating smirk as he hummed in acknowledgement.

"Good."

* * *

"Do you love him?"

The question had seemed silly when Aida asked, looking pensive rather than irritated. At the time, you hadn't had an answer. You'd only known him a few months, and sure he could rock your world with a few flicks of his wrist and some soft rasps in your ear but love? That seemed like... a lot.

Now, though. Well.

"I love you, Y/N." The words had nearly knocked you the fuck out. If you hadn't already been laid out beside him, panting from exertion, you probably would have fallen over.

Hanamiya Makoto loved you.

Not that anyone normal would have thought so. There was a mixture of bruises and bite marks littering your otherwise unblemished skin at any given time; a permanent dark ring around your neck where he always gripped you too hard while pressing your marks together. You certainly looked abused, and considering his reputation, you were never surprised by the pitying looks you got.

It's not like they could possibly know how you whined and begged for every mark. That when he was buried inside you, you'd snatch his wrist and drag his hand to your throat. That you always came harder when he made you cry.

You'd spent years making yourself out to be a perfect little doll. Never a hair out of place, nor feather ruffled. Always smiley and cheerful. It was almost a requirement, now. If you weren't smiling something was wrong; a sarcastic remark was scandalous.

Hanamiya didn't want the mask. He didn't like it. Most days, he mocked you for even wearing it.

You'd even go so far as to say he reveled in destroying it. He seemed to live for the moment you snapped; either by letting out a biting remark when he made you mad or sobbing for his cock after edging you for hours.

"I love you, too." The words came easy; you were a little surprised that they rang with honesty.

"Obviously." It was a smug scoff as he tugged you into his side, and you smirked as you tucked your face against his chest.

"Obviously."

[baecvlt]

Do you write smut? If so, can I please get soft fem reader thigh-riding Byakuya? Thank you!!

Just Like Heaven

in which the reader thigh rides Byakuya Togami.

Byakuya Togami x Reader

smut smut smut

fem reader

requested by ✨: OMG THIS IDEA ITS BEAUTIFUL

warnings: nothing too major, but there is some choking, but its nothing terrible and its very briefly mentioned. also its byakuya: he’s a dick.

enjoy luvs xx (my apologizes if its short)

“You’ve been awfully quiet lately”

Y/N stared out the window, turning to face her lover. “I just,” she began, realizing she knew why she had been so quiet, but saying so would have flustered her,“I don’t know, honey”. “Oh, you know how pitiful you sound when you call me ‘honey’,” he cooed, but it was so backhanded. He walked towards you and cupped her face. She gasped when he did, his touch making her tremble. “Was that mean?”.

“You are mean”

“I can’t help it”

As those words slipped out of his mouth, he immediately pressed his lips onto hers. The desperation had gotten to her, her kisses in return were messier and rougher, taking Byakuya by surprise. “Hell,” he whispered, pulling away,“You wasted no time”. She didn’t respond as she was trying to catch her breath, but it was obvious to him what was wrong with her. She was like an animal in heat. Blood rushed to her cheeks leaving her all kind of flustered. He grinned at the girl, messing with her hair. “Say, why don’t you get yourself a nice glass of cold water,” he asked,“Then join me in the library when you can get ahold of yourself”. Blushing, she nodded and walked out of her room with her head down, walking towards the dining hall kitchen. She grabbed a cup of water, noticing Celeste had walked in and crossed her arms. Being nice, she said,“Hi”. Rather than say “hi” back, Celeste said,“You and that posh, blond, what’s his name... well, you know who I’m referring to, have been spending a good amount of time together”. She was silent. 

“Are you both?-”

She finally caught onto Celeste’s suggestive tone. “Oh, nonono,” she blurted,“Absolutely not”. Celeste laughed softly, nodding. “Right. ‘Was foolish of me to assume such a quiet girl as yourself would involve yourself with him in such ways. I only asked because everyone else was wondering. I’ll be heading out now. Goodbye!”. Celeste walked away, leaving her flustered once again. Why was she so flustered? Well, that can only be answered if we dig deep into her mind, her dream state specifically. She dreamt of Byakuya. Her dreams (if captured) could be pieces of cinema for how detailed they were. For some reason, this one was a little too detailed. Imagery of Byakuya tearing off her dress and pinning her down made it difficult for her to be around him.

While they had this type relationship going on, it was never anything sexual. In fact, the most they’d done was that kiss earlier. What started off as a hateful gaze turned to playful verbal teasing; secretly holding hands to small kisses (with the occasional pet names). Now, Byakuya had taken it a step further with that kiss, but since she had the control in that situation, his tone suggested he wanted much more. 

She walked to the second floor, heading for the library. She stood in front of the door, taking a deep breath before opening the door, ever so carefully. She peeked in first before stepping in, noticing Byakuya sitting in a chair and reading. He looked up at her. “You wanted to see me?,” she asked. 

“Oh, Y/N. Glad you could make it. Lock the door.. the key’s hanging to your right”

She locked the door, stepping closer to him. He got up and showed her some files layed out on the table. “I was digging around in the archives and found rather interesting information,” he said. She looked at them, her eyes widening. “So we have possible suspects on the mastermind’s identity now, don’t we,” she asked. Byakuya nodded. He sat back down, looking at her up and down. He hummed, looking her up and down. His piercing blue eyes met hers as she turned to see him doing so. “Is there anything else you need, baby?”. 

“Take off your panties”

Her heart sank as she stuttered,“W-What?”. He repeated himself: “Take them off”. She tried not to blush as she raised her dress on the sides and slid them off. She picked up her lacy panties, holding them. “Hand them to me”. She walked to him handing them over. “Tsk-tsk. These are quite the racy choice,” he smirked,“Come here”. He pat his lap, inviting her to straddle him. She was on, wrapping her arms around his neck and now he was kissing her, roughly. She whined as he grabbed her breasts, moving his hands to her hips. This made her move against his thigh, the friction making her throb. She moaned digging her nails into his back. Immediately, he knew she liked that. He began to bounce he a little. Her breath hitching as her legs squeezed the sides of his thigh, latching herself onto him. “You like that, don’t you?,” he teased, whispering in her ear.

“Yes...”

“Speak up, darling”

“Y-Yes!”

She began riding him on her own, but at her own pace, not trying to overwhelm herself so fast. Suddenly, his hand reached and gripped her throat, careful not to hurt her. “Poor girl,” he teased,“All worked up over what? Grinding on my leg like a pup? How cute”.

“Byakuya-”

“My pretty girl, getting off in front of all this surveillance. People watching, yet you behave as if we were in solitude. How pathetic”

“P-Please don’t say that, please”

“Is my girl gonna cum?”

The question rattled throughout her body. Her insides burned as she muttered a ‘yes’. “Cum for me, my pet,” he said looking deep into her eyes,“Come on”. Small whimpers and curses escaped her lips as she trembled. All Byakuya could think is how cute she was. “I’m gonna cum,” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

Before she could answer, his hands moved to her breasts. He teased him and she cried, begging him,“Please kiss me”. He tongued her down, her shaming worsened until finally, with a throaty moan, she came. “Good girl,” he teased, pushing her off slowly. She now sat on the floor trying to catch her breath. Byakuya checked out his thigh. He grabbed her jaw and made her look up at him. “You made quite the mess,” he said, kissing her forehead. He held his hand out, allowing her stand up. “What do we say?,” he asked.

“T-Thank you”

“Anytime”

Byakuya headed toward the door, but before he could open it, she stopped him. “Hey!”. He turned around. “Yes, my pet?”. She bit her lips, but finally asked,“Are you gonna give me my panties back?”. Byakuya laughed. “Right,” he said,“I must’ve forgotten”. He handed them to her. She put them on, her eyes on him.

“Are you waiting for me?”

“Is that a problem?”

“No, not at all! Just curious why”

“I, uh..”

He cleared his throat as he looked away and said,“I kind of do enjoy your company, so I was wondering if you wanted to come and explore the other floors with me. Catch up, maybe?”. She smiled, biting her lip.

“I’d love that”

“Great. Come along, now. There’s an unnecessary tension building up”

Once again he held out his hand. She smiled, holding it and following him. As exited the library, Makoto and Kyoko were outside. “Togami!,” Kyoko scoled him,“We’ve been searching for you endlessly. Where the hell’ve you been?”. Their eyes went straight to his hand holding hers. Rather than pull back and let go, he held her hand tighter. “Y/N and I were doing research in the library. We found interesting files and were just about to head out”. Makoto was silent, but spoke abruptly.

“Did you spill something on your lap?”

“No? What are you-”

That’s when he realized it was a complete other thing being referred to. “Oh, this?,” Byakuya asked,“Yes, I think I must’ve spilled something earlier today”. “But that looks rece-”.

“Makoto, when was the last time youve done laundry yourself to even begin to worry about what I’ve got on? Anyway, there are far more dire things to worry about. The file is on the desk. We’ll be heading off now”

Y/N admired how confident and prideful he walked past them, but once out of sight, he sighed. “I can hold your hand proudly. Hell, I might even kiss you every now and then,” he began,“but I draw the line at walking around with this on my leg”. “Yeah, we should probably get you dressed”. He nodded. As you walked you can think about what he said.

“You can be seen with me proudly?”

“You’re worth it”

“Oh”

You stopped at his door. He opened it, but before he could walk in, he stopped. Without looking back, he said,“I admire you, Y/N. Don’t let it get to your head, but I do. Anyway, I’ll be going now. See you around”. He closed the door, leaving her there. She smiled and headed to her room, thinking while he might be flawed, he isn’t a completely terrible person.

[ahatintimepieces]

Fabric Hearts

Remember the first part of that build-a-bear au I wrote for @smieska-draws? It’s back! But now the au name makes sense! Imagine!

Luka, known as the Snatcher to most of the mall locals, runs the Kraft-a-Kid while his daughter, Hattie, runs around with her friends. There’s definitely nothing suspicious about Luka. The rumors that he snatches the souls of children and stuffs them into the dolls are completely unfounded. Probably. Most likely. Don’t worry about it, I’m sure it’s fine.

This is, of course, another au that Smieska and I both developed and like to swap ideas for SO send her your love and adulation because I couldn’t have written this without her ;o; <333 Here’s the link to the piece she did for first part if you haven’t seen it yet (which u should because it’s fabulous and incredible). Without further ado, here it is!

Words: 4,131

The door squeaked open as Luka recorded the number of tiny, elastic collars with bright bells in the back.

“Dimitri can’t make it today,” he warned without looking up from his clipboard. His golden gaze flickered up towards the boxes filled with cotton stuffing and he quickly counted them as footsteps approached. “If you get a sudden influx of customers, come grab me.”

“It’s me, Dad,” Hattie’s voice came from right beside him.

“Did I stutter?” He glanced down without missing a beat. She gave him a deadpan stare as he grinned. His sharp canines glinted in the unnaturally bright florescent lights. “Come on, kiddo. How about you help me with my business endeavors instead of frittering away your summer romping around the mall?”

She readjusted the brim of the top hat she made from her millinery lessons at the fabric store. Why his child fixated on hat-making out of everything she could have taken an interest in was beyond him but even he had to admit her royal purple top hat was well crafted.

“I’m going with Belle and the others to get lunch at the food court,” she said, ignoring his jesting. “Can I have money?”

“You know if you had a job you wouldn’t need to be asking me,” he lamented dramatically before wedging the clipboard between his arm and side. He reached for his wallet in the back pocket of his slacks.

“I’m not even twelve.” She blinked up at him with large blue eyes. “There are child labor laws.”

“Excellent.” He nodded, opening his wallet. “Don’t let anyone in the mall convince you otherwise. But,” he slipped out a bill and gave her a pointed look, “if you accept this, you have to do me a favor.”

“I already cleaned the bathrooms last weekend,” she whined.

His grin widened.

“Tough luck, kiddo.” He twisted the bill in the air, watching her nose scrunch as she seriously weighed her options. After a second of letting her think that she was going to have to do her least favorite chore, he extended the bill towards her. “Just bring me back a coffee and I’ll consider us even.”

Relief instantly flooded her features as she took the bill.

“I can do that! Your usual?” She headed towards the door.

“That’ll work,” he said, tucking away his wallet and grabbing the clipboard again.

“Thanks, Dad!” she chirped before moving to open the door.

Just as she reached for it, the door swung open, and she stumbled back. Luka immediately dropped the clipboard and slipped behind her with the speed of shadows dodging the light. She smacked into his legs, and he placed a steadying hand on her shoulder as Alex walked in with wide eyes.

“I’m so sorry, kid! I didn’t see you there.” Alex winced, looking from Hattie to Luka’s hard glare.

“I’m fine!” Hattie promised, giving a bright smile until she placed her hand over Luka’s fingers. She jolted and twisted around. “Dad, are you okay? You’re really warm.”

“It is hot in here.” Alex tugged at their collar, wincing.

“The thermostat dial was probably nudged,” Luka dismissed, pulling away and stooping to grab the clipboard. “I’ll take a look.”

“Should I get you water?” Hattie asked.

“I have water. Now go have fun.” He shooed her towards the door. “The sooner you leave the sooner you can run my errand.”

Hattie hesitated but when he returned to his task of recording inventory, he heard her retreating footsteps.

“Sorry,” Alex muttered as they crossed over to the table for the employees. They dropped their backpack before grabbing the light purple apron with their nametag.

“Let’s just be careful with how forcefully we open doors, hm? I don’t want to deal with any workplace liability cases. They’re a pain.” Luka shot the teen a toothy grin. Glancing back down to the clipboard, he added in a more monotone cadence, “Anyway, Dimitri can’t come today, so once Ember leaves, it’ll just be you and me for the rest of the day. If it gets too crowded on the floor and I’m not around, come find me.”

“Right.” They nodded firmly. While wiping back their bangs and smearing the beads of sweat on their brow, they hurried out. Once the door closed behind them and Luka was alone, he let out a sigh.

The flame that had flared when Hattie nearly got hit crackled noisily in his otherwise empty chest. Luka placed one of his pale hands over the flame and counted out the seconds between metered inhales and exhales. The snap and pop of embers faded and when he glanced towards the thermostat, the temperature in the room lowered back to a comfortable range.

Not that he was bothered by the heat, but he didn’t need his employees passing out.

Ember’s shift ended as he got to counting the unstuffed plush shells. As she hung her apron over the hook, she informed him that two separate groups had just entered the store. Luka nodded, finishing his current count before getting ready to help Alex on the floor.

He brushed back his long, spiky hair into a ponytail. Stray strands the color of soot fluttered against his cheek, and he tucked them behind his ear.

They reflected a warm violet when they caught the light.

With his hair as contained as he could manage, he grabbed his own amethyst apron with the Kraft-a-Kid’s signature logo; a stylized baby goat and parent goat waving a friendly greeting. After draping it over his black suit and making sure it didn’t displace his dark purple tie, he tied the apron with nimble fingers, clawed at the tips. He double-checked that the pocket had extra thread and a compact sewing kit before he clipped on his name tag and headed out into the workshop.

Alex snapped their head up from one of the stuffing stations, looking relieved when they spotted Luka rounding the counter. Alex returned their full attention to the small girl and her mother while Luka smiled at the two teens with a younger child hovering by the bins of unstuffed shells by the entrance.

While he didn’t know them personally, he recognized Brooke and her younger sister Hali, who worked (or in Hali’s case just hovered around in the back when not at daycare) at their uncle’s travel agency, and then Makoto, who worked at the jewelry store. Judging from their uniforms, the teens were probably using their breaks to accompany Hali. Since he often heard good things about their work ethic and Hali’s sweet nature from Mari, he assumed he had an easy session ahead. He waved them over.

Brooke and Makoto shared a nervous look while Hali bounded over with a bright smile.

“Why, hello there!” Luka pasted on his most vibrant customer service smile as he lowered onto the seat by the stuffing station. Cotton and soft fibers filled the glass tank decorated to look like hearty trees and branches climbed around the edges. The machine itself matched the lilac walls and brown and bronze gears that decorated them. The bins and shelves that held the merchandise throughout the store were all structured to look like spools of golden thread.

Holding an unstuffed goat with dark brown fuzz and silver horns, Hali shyly smiled up at Luka as Brooke and Makoto slowly joined.

“I see you’ve picked your new friend!” Luka held out his hands and Hali gingerly lowered the flat goat into his palms. “Before we bring them to life, how stuffed do you want them to be?”

“Um?” Hali tilted her head with a blank expression.

“Do you want them to be firm or squishy?” Luka clarified, fitting the goat around the nozzle and getting his foot ready over the pedal.

“Fiwm, pwease!” Hali declared in a cutesy voice.

“Excellent choice!” Luka set to work, pumping the pedal as he filled out the head of the goat plush. The machine roared to life, blowing air and fluff with the force of a vacuum. Though, his ears perked when he caught Brooke and Makoto in an intense discussion as they remained a couple steps back. What he couldn’t hear over the machine, he pieced together easily enough.

He knew the rumors and could guess what was on their mind when they mentioned the Snatcher and stolen souls.

Luka smirked as he pulled his foot from the pedal and the machine hushed.

“Now it’s time for my favorite part.” He beamed, pulling off the firmly stuffed goat and then reaching for a bucket full of small felt hearts. “The soul ceremony! Go ahead and pick the heart that most resonates with you.”

“If it’s just a heart, why is it called a soul ceremony?” Brooke asked, her voice quivering as she pressed closer to Makoto.

Hali, meanwhile, was completely enraptured with picking out the right fabric heart.

“Hearts, souls, same thing, really,” Luka soothed with a toothy grin, giving the teens a considering look.

Makoto’s gaze flickered down to his fangs. She lifted her chin, trying to project an air of confidence. But her furrowed brows wavered.

“Souws awe heawts?” Hali gasped, looking up with awe.

“Absolutely!” Luka kept his voice cheerful, gesturing to the bucket. “It’s what gives your new friend life! I imagine without one, they would feel pretty empty and hollow.” Keeping his chin tilted down, he lifted his eyes towards the teens and lowered his voice just a touch. “Wouldn’t you feel pretty soulless without a heart?”

The two stiffened.

“Pwobabwy!” Hali chirped, completely unaware of their increasing unease. She dug around the hearts and pursed her lips. “How do woo know which heawt is the best?”

“That’s up to you!” Luka bounced effortlessly back into an upbeat cadence. He pinched a heart with a checkerboard pattern in red and white. “The nice thing about these hearts is that they’re blank slates. They’ll be filled with whatever you put into them. But don’t put in too much!” he added with a chuckle. “Wouldn’t want your new friend to be more you than you!”

Brooke squeaked in fright and his grin stretched.

“I wiwl take this one, then!” Hali held up a solid red heart.

“Great! Hold on to it, now.” Luka placed the tub back down. “First, why don’t you rub the heart on your hair so your little buddy will always have soft fur!”

Hali beamed at that and rubbed the fabric heart on her hair. When she pulled it back down, some of the blond strands followed the heart while the strands too far away stuck up from the lingering static.

“Well done! Now, rub it against your funny bone so your friend has a sense of humor.” Luka tapped his elbow when Hali crinkled her nose for a moment. Her eyes lit up in understanding and once the heart was granted good humor, Luka added, “and why don’t you strike a superhero pose, so that your pal will hold courage.”

Hali giggled as she placed her hands on her hips and preened.

“Fantastic. Lastly, I want you to rub the heart between your palms!” Luka motioned for her to mimic him as he demonstrated. “Now, when it’s nice and warm, give it a clap to start its heartbeat!”

The clap resounded through the workshop and the teens jolted behind her.

“That should do it,” Luka praised, holding out his palm. Hali handed the heart over, and he slipped it into the goat, tucking it snuggly away in the cotton and fluff.

He then set to filling out the rest of the plush. Once it was stiff and sturdy, he handed it to her, asking if she was content with it. When he received an enthusiastic nod, he took it back and sealed the hole. He snipped the extra thread with the scissors in his apron and then passed the goat back to Hali.

“Here’s your new friend! Be sure to visit our shop in the back! We have plenty of accessories and outfits for the newest member of your family,” Luka recited the same sales pitch as always. “Once you’re ready, head over to an open kiosk so you can fill out the adoption papers. If you need any help, Alex or I will be overjoyed to assist.”

“Thank woo!” Hali hurried over to the accessories, hugging the goat to her chest.

Luka clasped his hands and turned to the teens. When his gaze flickered to the floppy hooded doll in Makoto’s arms, her embrace tightened.

“Ready?” He motioned for her to hand it over so that he could stuff it.

She looked to Brooke, who shrugged with uncertainty. Makoto stepped forward.  

Keeping his tone light, he went through the same script as always. He asked if she wanted the doll to be firm or squishy and, in an effort to loosen her up a bit, offered to add any fun sound boxes or scents to the plush. She remained on edge until he asked about the nametag on her uniform as the machine roared to life again. She explained how her boss liked to give everyone themed nicknames and she was saddled with “Makoneko.” When he asked if she appreciated the nickname, she pointedly rolled her eyes as he removed his foot from the machine pedal again. Her shoulders relaxed when he chuckled.

“Your turn to pick a heart,” Luka twittered in an overly cheerful voice as he held out the bucket.

“Do I have to do the ceremony?” Makoto hesitated, plucking the first heart she saw. Rather than scared, her bored expression mirrored that of many teens who wanted to skip the step.

Perfect.

“I wouldn’t recommend it.” He shrugged casually. “What is a heart without a heartbeat? A soul without a person behind the personality?”

“What?” She faltered, shoulders slowly stiffening again as Brooke’s eyes widened.

“I only mean it’ll be a sorry existence for this little friend.” Luka waved the stubby hands of the purple plush toy. “And you get out what you put in.” Her brows dipped in slight confusion, and he smirked. “You have to at least start its heartbeat. You don’t want to bring a ghost home, do you?”  

“Just do the ceremony!” Brooke hissed through clenched teeth.

“F-fine,” Makoto said, slowly lifting the heart to her long black locks. “So, hair for soft fur?”

“Does it look like this one has fur?” Luka gestured to the doll with the yellow spiral in its hood. He scoffed, turning up his nose. “Of course not! No. First, why don’t you rub the heart against your belly so that it’s full of laughter.”

“I thought that was the elbow.” Makoto crinkled her nose. Though she rubbed the heart against her stomach, eager to get it over with.

“There is a difference between telling good jokes and laughing at them, kiddo,” Luka offered with a smirk. “Now, how about you jump up and down a few times? I’m sure your friend would love to share some of your energy.”

“What does that mean?” She jolted.

“Just that exercise keeps the heart healthy,” Luka said placidly.

Her eyes narrowed but she eventually gave a sluggish skip.  

“Then, rub it against your ear, so it will always listen.” He smiled brightly, being sure to bare his teeth. Once she complied, he clasped his hands together. “I’m sure you know what to do now! Warm it between your palms and then clap to start the heartbeat!”

She let out the breath that she had been holding, relieved it was finally over. She gave a small clap before passing the heart back. He slipped it into the doll.

“Any names in mind for your friend?” Luka prompted as his foot tapped the pedal.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled curtly, purposefully trying to let the whirling air in the stuffing machine drown out her answer.

“How’s this feel?” he asked a few seconds later when the machine hushed again. He pulled the doll from the nozzle and passed it back to her.

“Good.” She returned it after assessing the squishiness.

“If you haven’t got any names, I always thought these particular dolls looked like minions,” he prattled, closing the seam. When she didn’t respond, he continued lightly, “so Minion might be a good name.” He glanced up to meet her gaze and lowered his tone. “You did make sure it’ll listen. It’ll be an obedient little kiddo.”

Her breath hitched.

“Obedient to who?” she challenged, maintaining a fragile glare.

“All done!” Luka snapped upright after snipping the excess thread, pretending he hadn’t heard her question. “Welcome your friend into the world!”

Makoto accepted the doll, her gaze flickering between it and Luka with uncertainty.

“Same as always,” he droned in his peppy, customer service voice. “Browse to your contentment. My daughter recommends the plush purple cherries. You want to keep your buddy happy and fed! Make sure to finalize the adoption and meet Alex or I by the counter.” He glanced over to find the other young girl with her mother already at the cash register. “Looks like it’ll be Alex!”

Makoto nodded numbly as Brooke stepped forward and looped her arm through hers, rescuing Makoto by tugging her away.

“One more thing,” Luka began, keeping his eyes on his clean-up routine. The teens’ footsteps paused as they hovered. Though his smile laced his voice, his enunciation was sharp. “I’m sure the Snatcher doesn’t have to tell you but be sure to treat your new friend as you would yourself. You put your soul into bringing them to life, after all.”

The teens gasped.

“Have a good day, kids.” Laughter laced his voice.

They rushed away as he chuckled.

While he finished cleaning up, Hattie returned with her friends. As soon as she spotted him behind the stuffing machine, she rushed across the tiles decorated to look vaguely like a forest path.

“Here’s your coffee,” she chirped, holding up the cup.

“Any plans for the rest of the day?” he asked, pushing to his feet and picking stray fluff from his apron. Once he was as clean as he was going to get, he accepted the drink. He held it towards his lips, pausing to quirk a brow at young Muriel and Timmy as they passed the stuffing machines to check out all the colorful outfits. Belle, meanwhile, joined Hattie with her azure bow bouncing in her dark coils.

“We’re going to head to the bookstore.” Hattie shrugged. “Tim’s friend is hosting a card game tournament.”

“Remember to be back by six,” he instructed. “Don’t go snacking after four or you’ll spoil your dinner.”

“I know, Dad,” she huffed dramatically.

“Also, Mom says hi, Mr. Kingsley,” Belle pipped in.

“Tell Mari I return the sentiment. Now get your friends to stop loitering.” He turned back towards Hattie and rose his voice so Timmy and Mu could hear. “They scare away customers.”

“Says the Snatcher,” Timmy whispered to Mu.

Luka covered his smirk with the coffee cup. His gaze shifted over Hattie and Belle and he watched as Makoto and Brooke fled the store at a brisk pace. Hali struggled to keep up, but she managed to meet his eyes and offered a cheerful wave.

“Fine,” Hattie sighed. “Come on, guys!”

“I need to stop by Mom’s before we head to the bookstore,” Belle mentioned as she and Hattie turned to leave. “I left my cards with my backpack.”

As the girls left, Luka turned to head back towards the counter, taking a sip of his coffee. He immediately winced.

“Ugh, tepid,” he grumbled as Timmy and Mu ran past, hurrying out to follow Hattie and Belle.

After making sure the kids all had their backs turned and Alex was busy with something on the counter, Luka summoned a gentle ember to his hand. While the flame harmlessly licked the cup, the coffee warmed inside until steam wafted from the hole in the lid. He took a tentative sip and swallowed the scalding liquid.

The flames in his chest crackled and popped, and the knots in his shoulders eased.

He snuffed out the ember in his hand as he lowered the cup. Mist trailed from the lid as the coffee maintained its heat.

“I think you scarred those two for life,” Alex muttered as Luka returned to the counter.

“Which two?” he asked, mind still on Hattie and her friends.

“Brooke and Makoto.” Alex glanced up, shaking their head with a scolding expression.

“I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary,” Luka said calmly. He leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee during his momentary break. “If those hooligans are letting their imaginations run wild, it’s not on my conscience.”

“Uh-huh.” Alex gave him an unimpressed look. “Also, I think we’re running low on the beach ball accessories.”

“I noticed,” Luka muttered, swirling his cup pensively. “Those aren’t particularly popular, and we are getting near the end of the season…”

While they discussed whether they needed to send out an order or if they would make it until the fall selection came out, Hattie rolled on the balls of her feet as she, Timmy, and Mu waited for Belle to return from her mom’s flower shop just across from Kraft-a-Kid. Hattie idly watched all the mallgoers, thoughts blank, but Timmy and Mu had their eyes locked on Kraft-a-Kid, thoughts whirling noisier than the stuffing machines.

“Okay, I’m ready!” Belle announced as she bounced out with her deck of cards.

“Hattie.” Timmy whirled around. “Your dad’s magic!”

“Timmy, he doesn’t steal souls, we’ve been over this,” Hattie whined, crossing her arms.

“If he doesn’t steal souls, then what’s with his coffee?” Mu snapped, nodding her head towards the display window where Luka could be seen leaning against the counter inside the workshop.

Hattie squinted, trying to figure out what was out of place with the steaming coffee cup. After a moment, she turned to Belle, who shrugged.

“It’s hot!” Mu gestured wildly, causing her blond mustache to bob with her movement. “Look at that steam!”

Hattie blinked in disbelief.

“Yeah,” Belle supplied dryly. “Because Hattie ordered it hot.”

“But he said it was tepid!” Timmy argued. “We heard him!”

“He probably thinks it is,” Hattie said, knitting her brows together. “He likes his coffee hot enough to burn his tastebuds.”

“You aren’t getting it!” Mu huffed. “It wasn’t steaming when he said it was cold!”

“Okay, but even if he somehow heated it up, that didn’t have anything to do with stealing souls,” Belle appeased.

“That’s what we mean!” Timmy urged. “If he can use one type of magic, he can use others!”

“I regret the day I told you about those rumors,” Hattie grumbled.

It didn’t matter as much when strangers said it, but instead of laughing with Hattie when she told them that people thought her dad was some kind of heartless, soul-snatching monster, Mu and Timmy had latched onto the conspiracy and ever since refused to let go. She couldn’t talk about new product plushies or designs around them anymore because they would just start a debate about which shell would best hold the souls of children.

“Look can we just get going?” She started walking in the direction of the bookstore and Belle matched her pace. Mu hurried to catch up as Timmy trailed behind, keeping a watchful eye on Kraft-a-Kid.

“Are you sure you haven’t seen anything weird?” Mu insisted. “Heard any screams of children he caught? Seen any dolls move in the corner of your eye?”

“You know he laughs like a cartoon villain?” Timmy added.

“The store is literally called Kraft-a-Kid!” Mu continued. “Open your eyes, Hattie!”

“Kid is just another word for baby goat!” Belle argued. “It’s cute!”

“We aren’t talking about this anymore!” Hattie snapped, tugging down on the brim of her hat. She turned away from them and focused on Belle. “So, what deck are you using? The one with fairy types? Or your cat themed one?”

“Both!” She grinned mischievously as she happily helped to redirect the conversation. “I combined them because I wanted to use all my favorites. How about you?”

“Going with the forest deck.” Hattie glanced up, where her deck was safely tucked away in the hidden compartment she stitched into the top hat.

Timmy and Mu huffed, letting their argument go as they pipped in with talking about their own decks. But it was only a matter of time before they started back on their theories about her dad’s supposed magic. Trying not to deflate too much, she kept her eyes forward. She swallowed her frustration and focused on the upcoming tournament.

Besides, even if her dad did have magic and only used it for heating up coffee, it hardly seemed something a heartless monster would do.

Right?

[www-librarytearoom-com]

You're my Source of Hope

A Naegiri Fanfiction, Danganronpa - 1514 words (Cross Posted on my AO3 - Somequeertrash)

Trigger Warnings for sensitive themes regarding Season 3.

Kyoko found herself reluctant to open the door to their bedroom, and as her hand hovered over the handle to the door, she replayed her planned speech over-and-over in her mind. Asahina had informed her of what Makoto had attempted to prove - her theory. Her idea. He had been reckless enough to watch that damned despair video, and he had been the only one to survive it.

Kyoko wasn't stupid. She knew that there must've been some after effects.

It appeared that no matter how many times she ran through her speech, the words kept muddling up. She couldn't keep track of what she needed to say. Rarely did Kyoko feel her heart pound in her chest, feel her fingers tremble lightly through her gloves, feel a single bead of sweat trickle down her forehead as she contemplated every single outcome that come come forward from their conversation.

Her relationship with Naegi was special to her. He had brought so much warmth and happiness to her that she never thought she would gain the privilege of experiencing. At the start, Kyoko had been sure she didn't deserve the love of someone as special, and beautiful as Naegi, but he had always reassured her that she deserved him, and so much more. Kyoko would do anything to keep him safe, as though her giving up her life for him not proven that.

Though she knew it wasn't likely, Kyoko couldn't help but feel a bit of self-blame for what Naegi had attempted to do. It had been so soon after her death that he had watched the video. Had that been the outcome of her death? Had Makoto had hoped for it to work so he could deal with the pain? Did he blame himself for what she chose to do?

She was confused. Never once had she been ever afraid to confront Naegi about something. She had never been afraid to come forward and ask him if he was okay, if he needed her. But this wasn't like the other times, was it? Naegi was reckless, yes, it was one of the many things she liked about him. However, the extent he had gone to was way too much, and she knew it would only cause them problems in the future if she didn't come up and confront him.

Finally working up the courage, and with a shaky breathe, Kyoko twisted the doorknob and pushed. Even in the circumstances, she couldn't help but gain a small smile at the corners of her lips as her eyes landed on Naegi. He was laid on his back on their shared bed, his arms sprawled out and his feet shifting sideways, colliding with each other every so often.

He seemed to be bored, however that was entertaining enough for him. It was a common thing for Naegi, he'd always get entertained so easily.

Once he noticed her, his gorgeous hazel eyes moving to observe her. He immediately sat up, instinctively crossing his legs as he turned to face her. Kyoko took that as her sign of welcome, and quietly closed the door behind her.

She could already feel the nervousness returning, seeping deep in her veins. She felt like she was on a cliff, gripping tightly onto Makoto's hand. The breeze would either pick up, or it would slow down. Her grip was tight, but if the breeze became too strong, she would lose Makoto. Lose him to the depths of the ocean of despair.

Taking a step forward, she kept a steady pace before she reached their bed, slowly lowering herself down and twisting her torso slightly to face him. The smile on Naegi's lips twitched, as if he knew that the conversation they were about to have wasn't going to be pleasant. "Naegi, might I talk to you about something? It's rather important."

Naegi’s eyes immediately brightened, and he eagerly nodded. As he always did, he reached his hands out to grab hers, pulling them forward and clutching them to his chest. The two of them were never the type of couple for kissing. They preferred the closer, more comforting contact. You could only kiss for so long, but their grips on each other's hands was almost an unbreakable bond, you only let go if you let go of the trust between you.

"Sure, what is it?"

She closed her eyes for a moment, before opening them again and staring straight into his. Her gaze was almost a piercing stare, but at the same time it had the worry and the love that she only held for Makoto. "It's about what you did in the second killing game. More accurately, what you tried to do."

Kyoko watched as Naegi's face fell, his lips parting softly as he processed what she had just said. She felt like she needed to explain what she meant, before Makoto took it the wrong way - she didn't want him to think she blamed him. "I don't blame you for it, nor am I going to reprimand you. I just want to know what went through your head to cause you to do it, if the thoughts are still there, and what I can do in the future to make sure you never try to do again what you did."

Makoto's cheeks turned to a cherry red as nervousness began to swell through him. Kyoko knew he was trying to find the right words to say, and she was ready to wait for them, as long as it took for him to know how to explain, and how to become comfortable in saying it - she would wait.

"Kiri, I don't- I don't know. I felt like.. I had to, I guess. You had worked so hard to figure out what was going on and you didn't even live to see your investigation through. That's what I thought." Kyoko knew there was more to it than that. She knew her boyfriend. He was trying to spare her the hurt, and carry his burden by himself. Even though he always shared everyone else's burdens.

"There's more to it than that, Makoto. Tell me."

He visibly hesitated, before continuing. "I- I guess I.. I didn't want to live without you," Kyoko felt her lips part in shock. The sudden surprise rendered her speechless, "you mean so much to me Kiri, and the thought of making it out of the game alive without you, it was too much for me to handle!"

"Naegi-" Before she could even continue to speak, her boyfriend broke out into a rant. It pained Kyoko beyond explanation to see the tears brimming her boyfriend'a eyes.

"I failed so many people, our friends, family, and I thought I had failed you too! How was I suppose to live with myself?"

"Naegi-"

"You were all there, you were blaming me, telling me I should join you. I couldn't refuse that. After all, it's my fault you all lost your lives! I could have done more!"

"NAEGI-"

"I'm the Ultimate Hope, I'm made to help all of you, and yet I keep on failing! How could you even forgive me after what I did-"

"MAKOTO!"

He paused.

Tears were streaming down Makoto's cheeks as Kyoko's, now bare, hands reached out to cup his face, her fingers gently wiping away his tears. She pulled him towards her, burying his face in her neck as she allowed him to cry into her, rubbing his back in a gentle comfort.

Kyoko felt like her eyes had been opened. Makoto had been blaming himself for every single death they had witnessed, including her's. How long had he been thinking like this? It appeared to her that Makoto was a string hanging onto its last thread, so strong and yet so fragile. One irregular movement sends it snapping, now beyond repair.

If worry had been what she was feeling before, then what was she feeling now? Makoto had been the only person to watch that video and live. But was Makoto truly living? Or was he just surviving? Staying alive because he believes that people need him? She needed to make sure that Makoto wanted to live for himself too. She needed to make sure he didn't try to do again what he had done before, except this time without the encouragement of the video.

"I'm sorry, Kyoko, I'm so sorry-"

"You don't have to apologise for anything, Makoto. I'm glad you told me. But, I want you to promise me that no matter what happens, or how you feel, you come to me if you ever feel that way again, do you understand?

The weight off her chest was relieving. She felt like she could finally breathe once Makoto nodded, before he buried his face back into her neck again, which she allowed. He needed comfort and contact right now, and she would give him that.

"You're the source of my hope, Makoto. And every step you take in this world, every fight you endure, I will stand by you through that."

"Heh.. same goes for you."

[hyperfixationtimego]

Celeste somehow manages to balance on the top of the chair and puts her feet on the seat part, it’s a challenge now to find a chair she can’t sit on (she likes to feel tall even though she’s already the tallest of the class, excluding Yasuhiro because. he’s a grown man)

Asahina manspreads too much, like she looks like she’s doing the splits while sitting

Sayaka always sits close to a wall and she’ll lean back until her chair is leaning against it. It calms her down, but sometimes she forgets when she’s not against a wall and will just fall (Leon also leans, but definitely not as much)

Togami always holds his arms behind the back of his chair. It’s just a stim he does, but he’s convinced the class that it’s some fancy etiquette. Most of the time people think someone snapped and tied Togami to a chair when they see it for the first time

Ibuki sits with no caution, the way she falls in that beach pic??? that’s just how she sits down, full lean into freefall. She breaks a lot of chairs

Peko relaxes her whole body and it always looks like she’s sleeping. She models it after a cat, where she can jump up at any threat, but she ends up actually falling asleep a lot (honestly she has insomnia but she refuses to admit it, so she’s constantly tired)

I don’t know a lot about these guys but I’d like to try;

Kaito sits with his legs up on the armrests. It looks so uncomfortable but he likes it so. the other students are just concerned but letting it happen.

And the mechanic man will sit under the chair. Nobody knows how he does it because he’s so tall, but he will fit under any chair and hang out

Oh and Mikan picks at chairs, she will disassociate and just rip off pieces of fabric or plastic. It scares the shit out of Monokuma - queer eye anon

YEAH DUDE YEAH

god okay I couldn’t find the comic it made me think of, but I imagine the first time Makoto sees Celeste sit Like That™️, he accidentally walks in on her and Kyoko and hears Kyoko just very casually ask “are you sitting up there because you want to feel closer to god?”

you know the one with the cat on the counter?? and the artist mentions that it was something that happened between with them and their roommate?? yeah that one!!

anyway he is obviously confused and concerned but slowly comes to realize that oh no. this is literally just how everybody in his class performs normal everyday behaviors. (That being said, he definitely crosses his legs while sitting ❤️)

*pats hina gently* this gal can fit so many adhd

she probably leans forward and puts her hands on the seat of whatever chair she’s in!!! she looks like an excited little kid!! She puts so much energy into everything she does, even literally just sitting down!!!

SAYAKA LEANING AGAINST THE WALL IS VERY POG and I am also a fan of her rocking back and forth!! Just the little movements that are calming!!

and being against the wall itself is so nice!! There’s something about the angle !! Like almost laying down, but still being alert and participating in active conversation is probably very soothing for her!!

Sayaka 🤝 Leon

Everybody laughing at them when they inevitably fall off their fucking chairs after leaning too far back without a wall behind them

AKSJSMDND OKAY BUT FOR TOGAMI I BET SOMEONE’S TAKEN THE OPPORTUNITY TO ACTUALLY TIE HIM TO THE CHAIR THOUGH

LIKE JUST AS A LITTLE PRANK,,,,,,A MINOR JOKE,,,,,,,,

my suspicion is that it would be either Nagito & Kokichi, or Sayaka, Leon, & Kaz, or Jill, or actually you know what there are quite a few very good candidates HSBSMDN

in any case he gets ROYALLY pissed off and threatens whoever did it with “YOU’LL BE HEARING FROM MY LAWYER-” which he never actually follows through on obviously

IBUKI BREAKING CHAIRS,,,,,YEAH AKSHSMDBDDN

god how many times has she been called into Jin’s office just for him to audibly sigh like “Mioda this is the fifth piece of school property you’ve broken this month just by sitting in it.”

that man is so tired somebody save him

but anyway that’s also how she sits on people’s laps??? like romantic or platonic, if someone is “*grabby hands* come here ❤️” while sitting, she straight up fucking flops down onto their lap without remorse and kills them on the spot HSKSHDN

[*dying Chihiro noises in the background*]

oh god actually speaking of Chihiro

they kneel. they just kneel on the chair ❤️

THERE HAVE BEEN SO MANY TIMES WHERE PEOPLE HAVE ASSUMED THAT PEKO WAS ASLEEP ONLY FOR HER TO ABSOLUTELY SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF THEM

like she is tired and stressed so she rests her eyes sometimes, or people will just assume she’s sleeping with her eyes open, maybe

For example, Kokichi has, on more than one occasion, nearly gotten his wrist broken for attempting to draw on Pekoyama’s face while believing her to be asleep ❤️

Shuichi: um. Kaito. Are you….okay???

Kaito, sitting in the most ungodly position possible: yeah dude ofc why what’s wrong

important to note tho that Momota IS willing to sit normally but only if it’s because he’s trapped Shuichi with a hug, meaning Saihara is now sitting on his lap 😳💓💖💖💖

Shuichi rarely ever initiates stuff like that but GOD does he melt into it

AKSJSWLDJDJ KAZUICHI MY BELOVED

he just likes the floor :)

but he’ll also sit on a table/counter if one is available!!! literally anything to Not Sit On the Seat Part of a Chair™️

Hajime: why do u literally sit UNDER the chair

Kaz: h-

Gundham: because as my paramour, he wishes to be closer to my domain

and Kaz is just actually it’s because I’m neurodivergent as fuck but….u know what yeah man sure :)

GOD I LOVE THAT FOR MIKAN

like she just sits there staring off into space with a vaguely terrified, wide-eyed expression, and the only things mobile about her body are her hands, which are simultaneously casually and viciously causing irreparable damage to school property…..absolute queen shit ✨

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could you do a Byakuya with a very affectionate/clingy fem!S/O?

You got it! This is a fun request! 😉

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Byakuya Togami was not a ‘people person’. Anything that didn’t contribute to his reign as the heir of the Togami family wasn’t worth his time.

Until he met you.

You were everything he wasn’t: affectionate, kind, empathetic.

You were an enigma, and he’d always enjoyed a good mystery.

Being friends with you was strange, but dating you was even stranger.

“Byakuya?” You called his name again. You were starting to get worried. He’d been sitting at his desk, staring a hole into the wall since class ended.

You sat down on the edge of his desk, tapping him lightly on the forehead. “Byakuya?”

When his eyes focused on you, he jolted backwards, almost falling out of his desk in the process. You just smiled sweetly. You were used to his extravagant reactions to any form of closeness. It made you wonder just how he had grown up. From what you could see, you doubted he received much love from his family.

The thought made you sad, so you leaned forward and kissed the top of his head. “What were you thinking about?”

He was so caught off guard that he actually answered honestly. “You.”

“Me? What about me?”

“Forget it.” He sighed, but you weren’t having any of it.

When he tried to get up, you propped your legs on the desk behind him, effectively blocking his path. In reality, he could easily push your legs off and leave, but he didn’t.

He scowled, crossing his arms over his chest, but she could see the blush creeping across his cheeks. “You’re strange.”

“Strange how?” You asked curiously.

“It’s strange that someone like you would end up with someone like me.”

You tilted your head thoughtfully. “What’s wrong with that? A lot of the best things in life are strange.”

“It just doesn’t make sense.”

“Since when has love ever made sense?”

“Lo-Love?!”

You raised an eyebrow at his reaction. If his eyes got any wider, they might pop out of his head.

“Yeah. I told you already that I love you, didn’t I?”

Had she forgotten? Was it a dream she had or something? No, she swore she told him?

“I thought you were joking..” He admitted, and you frowned.

“Why would I joke about that?” You leaned forward until he had to tilt his head back to look you in the eye. “I love you, Byakuya. Sound serious enough?”

He flushed bright red, and for the first time ever, he looked like he was at a loss for words.

You smiled and kissed him on the nose before hopping off his desk. “Let’s go get lunch. Makoto owes me a sandwich. Oh, we can split it!” You continued to talk happily about different things as you pulled him along by the hand.