#It’s Gundham all over- I’m finished

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Rain Code spoilers below the cut!

Well, chapter 0 is finished! I’ve decided I’m NOT gonna get attached to anymore characters! I refuse to! I won’t be so easily swoon-

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Sondam Week 2024, Day 5

Here's my Day 5 submission for the prompt Sleepy! It's a fluffier entry, but that def won't last for long :)

As always, you can read on AO3 here! Enjoy!

Despite the uncomfortable mattress at the motel, despite the chill in the air that pierced her bones, despite the knowledge she was the Despair Killer’s next target, Sonia crashed the second her head hit the pillow.

She awoke bathed in sunlight streaming through the motel’s thin curtains. She tried to forget what she learned last night, wishing to cling to the warm peace, but her fear was not so easily dodged.

With a sigh, she got up and trudged to the bathroom. It was her custom to shower in the morning, but Gundham had only packed so much for her. This wasn’t the kind of place that gave out travel-size shampoo for free, so she’d have to wait until the police finished processing her apartment.

She brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and put on yesterday’s clothes. She’d just pulled her hair into a ponytail when someone knocked on her door. She knew it had to be an ally; two police officers sat in a car in the parking lot all night with their lights off, watching her door out of their rearview mirror. They’d never let anyone except one of their own get so close.

She walked over, limping heavily on her left leg, and opened the door. Gundham was waiting on the other side, tall enough to blot out the sunlight. “Good morrow, Sonia,” he began. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine, or whatever ‘fine’ is for police custody.” Her stomach grumbled. “And hungry.”

“They’ve almost finished examining your residence. If you’d like, you can prepare a list of items you’d like us to bring to you for your stay here.”

She frowned. “Why can’t I pack for myself?”

“Because we must keep your location strictly confidential.” His voice was firm. “If your pursuer sees you return to your home, they will be able to follow you to this safehouse.”

Her stomach lurched. Suddenly, she wasn’t hungry anymore. “You think they’re watching my house, even with all the police there?”

“We cannot take any chances. But if the police handle it, we’re able to sneak your belongings out as evidence, and then discreetly bring them to you.”

“Can’t I go back to my own home? If I’m going to have police guarding my door, does it really matter which door?”

“I’m afraid it does,” he replied. “The longer it takes the killer to find you, the better we can protect you.”

She felt childlike impulses erupt within her: she just wanted to go home, where she could be safe and warm, where she could block out all the evil in the world. But evil had already invaded her home, so this motel room, with its thin curtains and creaking bed, were all she had anymore. “Fine.”  

“I am sorry, Sonia.” He stepped in and closed the door behind him. “I am afraid this is how it has to be, but it will not be this way for long.”

Something resonated in his warm, deep voice that made her believe him. “Thank you. I’m sorry, Gundham.”

“There is no need for apologies,” he said gently. “You had all your comforts ripped away in one night. Of course you have gratitude for escaping with your life, but that does not negate what you miss. That loss will hopefully be finite, but I wish to do what I can to mitigate it.”

It was at that moment her stomach grumbled again. “I wonder,” he continued, “if I may also help by bringing you breakfast.”

She smiled, and was relieved to find she could smile again. “I’d appreciate that.”

She had asked for a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich from the nearest Dunkin. Nothing extravagant, though what she craved was a warm waffle breakfast at Teruteru’s Diner, but that wouldn’t keep in a Styrofoam container for a twenty-minute drive.

Gundham wasn’t gone for long. When he returned, he held two bags in one hand and a cardboard tray with two coffees in the other.

“I am afraid you have excellent taste.” He smiled sheepishly, setting the bags on the table. “Temptation pierced my defenses. I ordered the same for myself.”

She chuckled as she opened the bag. The savory scent of her breakfast sandwich made her stomach grumble again as she sat down at the tiny table. Gundham picked up the second bag and made for the door, but she asked, “Please, can you eat with me? I’m going a little crazy in here alone.”

His face lit up. “By your leave, my lady.”

He pulled back the chair and sat at the table, barely big enough for one person, let alone two. She took a big, unladylike bite of her sandwich and immediately felt better, and she chased the high with a sip of the coffee made exactly how she liked it.

They ate in silence for a while. Sonia hated silence more and more, but it was bearable when chewing sounds filled the air and a nice, greasy breakfast filled her stomach. Last night, he had kissed her bandages while helping her. The whole thing had a fantastical flair to it, like the prince kneeling before Cinderella with the glass slipper. But now, she found she liked it much better when they were on the same level. She wasn’t a damsel anymore; she was the master of her fate.

As they slowed down, Gundham suddenly perked up his head and said, “I wonder if I may ask you something.

“About the break-in?” What was left for him to ask?

“No.” He sighed. “It’s about Miss Ibuki Mioda.”

A familiar but gouging weight returned to her. Her grief for Kazuichi had allowed her to forget her grief for Ibuki, for which she was bizarrely, and maybe shamefully, grateful. “What about her?”

“Did she ever mention a fear of water to you? Or perhaps of drowning?”

“Yes.” The horrible irony had struck her as soon as she heard the news. “Her family went to the beach when she was a little girl, where she got sucked into a riptide. She didn’t get hurt, but it was a bad scare, and she’s been afraid of water ever since.”

A connection lit up in her brain suddenly, like a long strand of Christmas tree lights when you plug them in. “And Kazuichi said the same thing about the hydraulic lift!”

“I remember. You shared such a thing with me at the scene.” He paused, his brow creasing. “Sonia, we have reason to believe the killer is targeting people based on their fears.”

Her stomach turned, and suddenly her breakfast sat inside it like lead. “What do you mean?”

He glanced at the door and then the window, and then turned back to her. “When you shared Mister Soda’s fears with me at the scene, I remembered Miss Mioda’s parents saying something similar about their daughter regarding swimming. That connection was enough, so I reached out to Nekomaru Nidai’s family, who told me he had a phobia of fire. Do you know if that is true?”

Now she felt a peculiar whooshing sensation in her chest, like she was falling from a great height. It wasn’t all fear; she felt thrilled, too, and like she was chasing something. “That’s the coach, right? I remember awhile back there was a scandal because he refused to come to a school fundraiser, and the event the school was hosting for it was a bonfire.”

“And he’s the one who was burned to death,” Gundham reminded her needlessly. “Three out of four victims were murdered in accordance with their greatest fear.”

It rang with truth, but the theory didn’t make total sense yet. “What about Fuyuhiko and I? I worry about break-ins as much as anyone else, but it’s not a phobia or anything like that. And Fuyuhiko was stabbed with one of his own swords. If he was afraid of them, why would he keep them in his house?”

“My understanding,” Gundham said slowly, “is that his sword collection, including the murder weapon, belonged to his late wife.”

A chill ran down her spine. He continued, “I am loath to ask you this, but I’m afraid the local police resent sharing details of that case.”

“That’s not surprising,” she said, her plastic coffee cup growing cold in her hands. “Peko’s murder is one of their greatest failures. They barely open up to locals about it, let alone an outsider. Pardon me.”

“Hardly,” he replied. “Do go on. It is unsolved, I gather?”

“Not for lack of trying.” Fuyuhiko owned half the commercial buildings in Witch Creek, becoming the closest thing to a mogul in their little town. He had an explosive temper and a short fuse, but his admirers called that determination and nerve, revering those qualities as much as his business acumen. “His wife Peko was savagely beaten and then stabbed to death five years ago. At the time, the rumor was that Fuyuhiko was responsible, but the police never arrested him or anyone else.”

“He and his wife were both stabbed.” Gundam toyed with one of the many rings on his fingers. “His wife owned the swords. That does not suggest a power imbalance on its face. The husband has financial power, and she has physical power.”

“They used to be happy,” she continued, “but Fuyuhiko had a hair trigger for jealousy. Peko was a champion fencer in college and traveled to tournaments, first to compete and then to judge. Fuyuhiko had to stop going because of his commitments here, and suddenly they were a lot less happy.”

“Did he believe she was stepping out on her?”

“I think he was afraid of it.”

“Do you know if she ever did?”

“I don’t,” she admitted. “But if he treated me the way he began to treat her, I wouldn’t blame her.”

Gundham sat back in his stiff wooden chair. “If he did, in fact, murder his wife, then perhaps his greatest fear was retribution. To be impaled upon his victim’s sword is symbolic, but only to him.”

“The killer must have known, too,” she added.

“Did they? If our killer is targeting people based on their fears, then Fuyuhiko is a perfect victim. If he murdered his wife, then the sword symbolizes his guilty conscience and his fear of the truth being exposed. If he is innocent, the sword symbolizes a regurgitation of all the old speculation, and the likelihood of being blamed for a crime he did not commit. His mysterious death would have always been mentioned in league with his wife’s, but through the choice of weapon, their murders are now eternally entangled.”

It made so much terrible sense, but there was one last knot in the thread of logic. “If it’s all about fear, why is the killer using the Despair Sisters?” she asked. “They spread despair, not fear.”

Gundham deflated a little. “I have not divined that yet, but I am certain in the other connections we made. The use of their sigils is as intentional as everything else in these cases.”

Even if the sigils weren’t a direct match, they still fit with the rest of the killer’s plans. Were fear and despair really so different? People feel fear when a bad thing might happen, but people only despair when the bad thing does<happen. The killer wants to evoke fear or despair in his victims, but why? What was it all for?

“My lady.” Gundham’s deep voice broke through her thoughts. “I must ask: what is your greatest fear?”

What had she told Komaeda? Something about suffocation, but that wasn’t what she feared, not really.

“Being alone,” she replied.

Gundham remained silent, gazing at her. She couldn’t stand it. “Please, don’t make me explain myself.”

“There is no need. I know it all too well.”

“You do?”

“Many do not understand my work.” Sonia had seen him falter and soften, but for the first time, his mysterious, eccentric air vanished. No longer was he some ethereal spirit floating through Witch Creek. He looked tired and melancholy, stuck in a world that didn’t want him. “Skeptics believe I have lost my mind, and that I believe in every cult I study. But believers – as in, people who tend to be superstitious, and who more quickly accept the existence of a higher power – think I am evil to my core.”

“People…” She paused. “People are weird like that.”

His head tilted, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. “You mentioned you used to carry more occult books in your shop, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” It was uncomfortable to rehash, but worth it if she could warm this helpless creature before her. “I was always fascinated by the occult, but my parents hated it. They called it an obsession and said it was dangerous. I inherited the bookshop from them a while ago, but I only had the courage to stock it with books I like after they retired to California.”

“Why did you stop selling them?”

“Because people stopped coming in.” The shame of nearly destroying her parents’ legacy so soon after becoming its custodian crept up the back of her neck. “People thought the books – just books! – were dangerous, that their children would become heathens, all the usual stuff. So I stripped down that section until it was only a single shelf in the back of the shop, and people came back. It – it felt like I betrayed my parents to do it in the first place.”

“For choosing to be who you are?”

“For destroying what they worked hard for,” she retorted bitterly. If only it were that simple! “My parents immigrated from the kingdom of Novoselic. They spent their whole lives trying to fit in here for my sake, and I dashed all that hard work as soon as they handed me the keys.”

“You did no such thing,” he replied. “Shoppers returned, did they not? You cannot blame yourself for acting according to your own nature.”

“That’s easy for you to say.” An unbidden jealousy flared to life in her voice. “It’s easy for you to be different and be okay with it. You don’t have to live here. This place is a hive mind – if you’re not in line, you’re not a person.”

“You are correct. I do not live here.” He leaned forward, and suddenly his speech became a lot more deliberate. “And while my eccentricities impede my bonds with my fellow investigators, I do not depend on ‘fitting in,’ as you say, to keep my job. I have the luxury of my connections with them being purely social. To that end, I always thought: if I am peeling away parts of myself to forge a bond with someone, how strong can that bond ever be?”

That shattered something in her. She always believed she could be normal enough, ordinary enough, unremarkable enough that she could blend in seamlessly with the herd, but then she would cease to be Sonia Nevermind. Being a faceless thing seemed much better than being alone, but maybe she did not have a choice.

“Is that the answer?” she asked in a broken whisper. “To be friendless for the rest of my life?”

“I never said that.” His smile grew warm. “When you live as yourself, and not what other people wish you to be, you will find people who treat your friendship as a privilege. In fact, I believe you already have.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Mister Soda, of course.” If he realized the implication in his own words, he did not show it. “I get the sense that neither of you compromised for the other.”

“Oh, of course.” Maybe she was just hoping to feel any positive emotion, no matter how ill-timed it was, but it wouldn’t have been so bad to keep misunderstanding Gundham, would it?

“He is – was a very good friend,” she replied. “And you’re right, we did lean on each other a lot. Both our families had moved away around the same time, and all that.”

She sat back, sipping the last of her now-lukewarm coffee. “Did you find out anything from his therapy notes?”

His head tilted. “Pardon?”

“At Hope Springs yesterday,” she replied, weirded out by his quizzical look. “Kazuichi had an appointment with him the day he died.”

“Mister Soda visited him, too?” He sat up, alert and tense. “I was only there to collect Mister Kuzuryu’s records.”

“Komaeda didn’t tell you Kazuichi was already seeing him?”

“No,” said Gundham gravely, “and I had specifically informed him about Soda’s death. He never told me. That’s now three victims who sought support from Komaeda: Kuzuryu, Soda, and yourself.”

“And in a town this small,” she added, “it’s totally possible the other two were seeing him informally. Ibuki’s parents would never allow her to see a shrink, so maybe she arranged something with Komaeda privately.”

“And Mister Nidai could have done the same!”

They paused, their gazes locked. Sonia took comfort in the fact that she saw as much dread on Gundham’s face that she herself felt.

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Hi I was the person who requested the Gundham x reader killing game AU awhile ago and I loved what you wrote.

Would I be able to request a Ryoma x reader one shot where the reader stops Kirumi from killing him…. if this is too specific I don’t mind if you do something else, I’m sure I’ll like whatever you write.😸

Here you go, anon! I'm glad you enjoy my work! Also, do y'all like my new icon? Made it myself! (Apologies for it being a little blurry haha!) -Mod Hajime

Reader Saves Ryoma From Kirumi's Murder Attempt (x Reader)

It had all happened so quickly.

You had been having a hard time sleeping since Kaede’s execution and were aimlessly wandering around the academy.

Sure, it was dangerous, but you sincerely doubted that anyone was actively scouting for a random victim.

Unless you had become someone’s target.

A pit formed in your stomach at this idea and you immediately stepped away from the doors that led to a random classroom. Maybe going to your room was safer than being active at night. You rushed back to the dorms but paused when you heard a loud crack coming from a hallway. 

You turned the corner against your better instincts and froze. Kirumi was standing above Ryoma with some long pole, or was it a stick? What you did know was that Ryoma was unconscious and Kirumi was holding a possible murder weapon.

For some reason you didn’t run away to call for help. That’s what a smart person would have done.

But no, you ran straight into danger, nothing but adrenaline and an odd sense of justice fueling your once tired body. Kirumi barely had time to register what was happening by the time you slammed her into the ground.

She struggled against you, both of her eyes visible to you. The maid looked crazed and with an impossible surge of strength, she threw you into the wall. Your head bounced off the drywall and you grunted in pain.

However, when you saw Kirumi going near Ryoma’s unconscious (you hoped) self, the pain dulled and you staggered to your feet. You reached your hands out and shoved her to the ground. With a speed you didn’t remember possessing, you picked up Ryoma and hauled him over your shoulder before running away.

Your heart thrummed in your chest as you ran, leaping up flights of stairs to reach a destination that felt too far away. Was Kirumi following you? Did that even matter right now?

Eventually, after what felt like hours, you reached your dorm, flung the door open, and rushed Ryoma to your bed. You pulled his hat off, which was damp. When you removed your hand, you saw a messy smudge of pink on your fingers and palm alongside the disturbing scent of iron.

Stifling your gag, you checked his hair and saw what looked like a gash in his scalp. Luckily, you had gone into the nurse’s office, stolen a bunch of supplies, and stuffed them into your bathroom before this had happened.

You were hesitant to leave him, but after you finally checked if he was breathing, you rushed to your bathroom and grabbed supplies. Returning with a damp rag, gauze, and some kind of ointment, you got to work.

You really hoped that this wouldn’t make his wound worse.

By the time you finished, your hands were shaking and you were near passing out. You put your first aid things aside and crawled onto your bed, wrapping Ryoma in a layer of blankets and setting his hat on your nightstand.

In your sleep, you were hugging his cushioned body.

When you woke up, you realized that Ryoma was also awake, but he was as still as a statue. You looked down to see him red in the face but with his eyes wide open. Quickly, you asked if he was okay.

“Yeah. What happened? Wasn’t Kiru-” He cut himself off. You got out of bed and changed his bandages, happy to see his wound was minor and had scabbed during the night.

Even though you stayed silent, Ryoma could tell what you were thinking. “Don’t… Don’t blame Kirumi. What she did was out of love for the country.” You raised an eyebrow at this and asked him what he was talking about.

He explained as well as he could, but the obvious concussion was causing him to blank on some parts of information. He also mentioned random names and places that he didn’t recall. You brushed it off as a delusion from getting his head whacked.

But when he said why Kirumi picked him, you felt your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. What did he mean his life meant nothing? And why did his life mean everything to you?

“I’m only a shell of who I used to be. For a cause as noble as hers, it’d be pretty damn shameful to deny her request. So-” You pulled him into a gentle hug, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

It was quiet except for your occasional sniffling as the two of you sat on your bed. After a minute, Ryoma decided to hug you as well, patting your back. He didn’t understand why you were crying. The killing game must’ve finally hit you after days of living in shock.

You parted from your hug and handed him his hat, apologizing for the blood. He shook his head, giving you the faintest hint of a smile. He put it back on his head and sighed.

Ryoma patted his pockets, rubbing his hat when he realized he was missing his candy cigarettes. You sat with him, keeping a close eye on him.

The sound of the Monokuma announcement blared through your ears and you both grumbled about that “damn bear”. 

You stood up and reached your hand out for him. He hesitantly took it and you left your dorm holding hands. He looked away from you and huffed, smiling to himself.

“I guess I’ve still got a ways to go.”

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COMMISSION: Gundham Tanaka x Female Reader Part 3

Info: Island Mode, no despair. Takes place on Jabberwock Island. Genre is Fluff, oblivious crush to lovers, SFW, cute flirting. Reader uses she/her. Reader is the Ultimate Cardiologist, focused on medical stuff and knowledge of the heart!

Total fic length is 7K words split into 3 parts. Part 1 Part 2

FREE TIME EVENT 3

One thing about Y/N, is that she was always quite the teacher’s pet. While people her age, classmates, or coworkers would often reject her, it was kind of a teacher’s job to nurture and accept her, so she clung to these mentor figures all throughout elementary and middle school. Now in high school, nothing had changed. The good thing about being a teacher’s pet is that she got to help people, which she loved doing above all else. She cleaned up the classroom, tutored others, answered questions when the other kids were stumped or put on the spot, sometimes brought little treats for the teacher. It made her feel useful, wanted. She always wanted to touch lives, change them for the better. Charity work, marathons, CPR training, anything that made the lives of others a little brighter and she was there. Gundham, after hanging out with her for the past few weeks, certainly noticed this trait in her. She was always helping, rarely asking for help. He garnered from their conversations that she was the type to go hungry for the day because she passed a homeless person on the street who needed food. She was the type to hype up others and tear herself down. She was pure and humble and far too good for someone like him, though he thought of her often. 

He thought of them together often.

At the moment, she was helping Usami and some of the other girls cook a big lunch for everyone. They’d been at it for hours, covered in flour, grease, butter, spices. But that’s just how she was. This is what she enjoyed, making others smile. It made him want to smile watching her, but he merely sat in the corner of the dining hall silently and observed. When they finally finished cooking and began serving the meal to everyone (by the way, it was clear that cliques had formed by now and people sat by their closest friends) she wiped off her hands onto a rag and approached him to ask if he wanted to go eat with her outside by the pool. He accepted a little too readily, a little too eagerly, and they made their way outside with their trays.

Conversation, strangely, flowed naturally between them. He almost never started an exchange with another person, but around her, his lips felt loosened. He revealed to her that his mom was an awful cook, but he ate her cooking every day nonetheless.

“The infernal woman would weep incessantly if I did not finish my plate. It was like a siren song from hell!” He was deadly serious, and because of that she couldn’t help but let a little giggle slip. She could see him reliving the memories of burnt pancakes and charred, over-salted meats. “It was like consuming poison daily, but as you know, repeated exposure strengthens the soul and makes one immune. And so, I only grew stronger…” he stated proudly.

“I think…” she chimed in, “ you didn’t want to hurt your mother’s feelings, so you ate her food to make her feel better and spare her dignity. You have a sweet side, Gundham ~” she teased. His face turned redder then a rose, and the Devas sensed the change in their master’s demeanor and scurried all about him excitedly.

“Do not speak such foolish words, witch! I have never known you to lie, but -”

“And I’m not lying now! But it’s okay, I’ll change the subject.” She nervously sought for more ways to connect with him, to extend the time they spent together in any way she could. “So, living with a single mom, it couldn’t have been easy. I know kids judge, think you’re unwanted or an accident. Truly, I know what that feels like.”

Gundham already knew about her parents being workaholics who didn’t have time for a child they never wanted, but he had no idea until now that much like him, her own elementary and middle school days were plagued with bullies who didn’t like kids that were different. Having one parent, or having parents who didn’t want you - it didn’t matter - some kids would use anything they could to make you feel less than. He learned about her bullies and in turn, she learned where his touch aversion came from. Of course, he didn’t outright say it, but she picked it up through his embellished and dramaticized retellings. He wasn’t touched much as a kid, be it platonical or familial, so he learned to not want or need it. 

Anything that can talk will betray you, and anything that can touch will hurt you.

“Yeah, bullies suck. You know, I’ve always wanted to cut my hair short like Mahiru. I hate this length, but I really fear what people would think, or how I would look with short hair, so I just… never did it.” She sighed, finishing her plate.

Now it was his turn to speak without thinking.

“Damn these peasants’ opinions! They know nothing and feel nothing! You would be akin to a queen if you cast aside their judgments and adjusted your appearance to appease only yourself.” He was rather worked up, a bit angry after hearing of her self doubts and how they affected her. They both sat in silence for a moment, with her heart beating out of her chest at his words.

“I thought I was a witch…” she joked to cut through the awkward stillness.

~

Long after they’d parted and long after night had fallen upon the island, she found a box outside her cabin door. Always the cautious one, she brought it inside and carefully opened it in case its contents were fragile. Inside was a stethoscope, most likely from the pharmacy on the second island. It had a logo of Usami in a nurse’s hat on it. It was sitting on top of a well known medical magazine, an issue she hadn’t read yet. She placed both gifts on her table, revealing a sticky note on the bottom of the box:

[A grimoire and relic for your rituals, witch]

HOPE FRAGMENT 3 GAINED - END

FREE TIME EVENT 4

They simply enjoyed being in each other’s company. They would sit and be boring together. They’d lean against each other and she’d read medical journals while he made lists of supplies and activities for the Devas. By the way, that was something that was slowly but surely changing. He would let her lean against him. He would let her bandage his hands when he got bit. There was even a time when her heart-shaped hair clip fell from its place holding back her locks, and he ever so timidly picked it up, held back her hair with his free hand, and pinned it back where it belonged.

They spent so much time together, that he began to feel antsy and even a bit jealous when she hung out with others. Today they all chose the Titty Typhoon, Ibuki’s favorite music venue, to spend the day together as a class. Ibuki was on stage screaming and hollering and Gundham could feel himself going into sensory overload. Mikan was obsessing over Y/N like usual, pulling at her hand and eating up all of her time and attention. The sight of it was grinding down his sanity. He felt his palms sweating and his heart wrenching. Maybe Y/N wasn’t a witch after all, but Mikan most certainly was. The way she hogged Y/N to herself was infuriating and the lights were blinding above the stage and the music hurt his ears and his scarf was too hot and Mikan’s voice was grating and -

He had to remind himself to breathe and calm down. He hadn’t let anything in this malignant hellscape of a universe frustrate him like his in years. It was expected on this prison planet: disappointment, turmoil, selfishness, chaos, so why was he letting his feelings get the better of him now? Surely he was above this?

I’ve had enough, he thought, and sprung into action.

“Let us depart, witch!” Marching up to the two coven members, he took Y/N by the wrist - never grabbing her too roughly or touching her in a way intending to do harm - and lead her out of the music venue.

“Awww! You two are gonna miss the encore!” Ibuki yelled from the stage through the microphone. The others were already starting to notice how much time the odd pair spent together and began to whisper.

~

“Alright, you have my attention Gundham. What are we gonna do today? Thanks for saving me from Mikan, by the way. She’s great… in small doses…” she let out a breathy chuckle, exhaling deeply and releasing the stress of her previous interaction.

“Anything you want, coven leader. Anything but that infernal noise.” As they walked toward the bridge back to the main island, she pulled a small package of seeds from her school bag and began to feed Cham-P, who had crawled onto her shoulder.

“I’ve been upgraded from just a witch in a coven to the coven leader. Thank you, Gundham.”

“Thank me for nothing. The credit is yours alone. I did not ‘upgrade’ anything. Your consciousness ascended.” He rose his hand in the air, mimicking said ascension.

“Mmm… I see,” she mused. Did she think he was joking around with her? She seemed to always take his great compliments a little too casually, as platonically as possible. He despised that. He didn’t know how to flirt, how to get his point across. She never seemed to see how hard it was for him to say these things, and how much meaning he placed in those words. He’d never been sweet on anyone before and so he was no expert, but how could she be this oblivious of his feelings. Was she that dense?

How ironic was it then, that she felt the exact same way, that she felt like her attempts at flirting were cringe inducing and curved away at every turn. She was all but ready to abandon all notions of romance and get comfortable as Gundham’s BFF. She should be happy with that right… right?

As they passed the movie theater, she decided then and there to change their plans and forget about the main island.

“Gundham, so I was thinking… we both kinda, well, missed out on things normal teens do. You kinda needed… friends or some kind of  level of social skills to do all that but…” she began to feel that self-doubt creeping up, again, “why don’t we do those things now? Together!”

One thing about Y/N, was that she was incredibly efficient at making lists and following them. It was kind of a given to be organized when necessary for any medical professional.

Experience one on the list: the movie theater. Teens loved going to the movies with their friends, right? You buy the overpriced candy, eat popcorn slathered in butter, laugh at scenes that weren’t that funny because things were funnier with friends, and if you were there on a date, you…

Y/N and Gundham chose a supernatural romance movie. Usami had a different film playing in each theater room - lots of choices. Gundham enjoyed the occult elements and the romance more than he would admit. Y/N enjoyed the romance elements and the occult more than she would admit. Y/N could’ve sworn that the Dark Devas, vastly more intelligent than the average rodent, were slowly nudging at the pair’s hands on the shared arm rests between them, urging them to come together.

Experience two: school dances. You went, drank punch and ate from charcuterie and fruit boards. There were balloons and cheap party supplies in the school gym. You did cringey dances with a group of friends while chaperones watched, right? And if you brought a date…

By the time the movie was done, everyone had cleared out of the Titty Typhoon except Ibuki, who was now alone on stage rehearsing for her next show tomorrow. They didn’t really have a school gym, so this would have to do. Y/N asked Ibuki to play some popular mainstream songs (they weren’t really her style but she obliged for her friends), and Y/N simulated a school dance as well as she could. Gundham wouldn’t be caught dead dancing, so he watched Y/N from the corner as she danced with the Devas on her shoulders and on the ground around her. She was careful not to step on them, though he assured her she could never do them any harm. They were far too powerful. He scowled, pretending he wasn’t having a good time, and then it was over.

Experience three: amusement parks. They visited that enormous island for hours, trying out the roller coasters, the fun house, carnival games. Some of their other classmates even joined them for some of the rides, and a small group sat for meal together. Having friends was… kinda awesome. Y/N felt more alive than she had all her life.

One after another they ticked things off of her list, but as night began to fall, it became clear to her that they wouldn’t be able to fit it all into a single day. Now back at Gundham’s cabin, deciding what to do next, she could see the exhaustion in his eyes. One thing that was different about the two of them: though neither of them really had friends growing up, Y/N craved and dreamed about being accepted, while Gundham was a bit more accepting of his loner life style. It didn’t bother him as much, so as the adrenaline of having fun kept her awake and lively all day, he was starting to succumb.

“Hey Gundham, it’s looking like you’re a little low on energy. Wanna head to bed and regroup tomorrow?” She tried to hide the disappointment in her voice, and he looked offended at the accusation.

“How dare you suggest that I, the overlord of all that is evil, would be weakened by a mere day of play?! Name your next task, witch! I can take it!” He leaned back on his bed, head resting against the frame. Y/N felt her blood run cold. She’d mindlessly written out all of these teenage experiences as she remembered them from books, television, and movies, without a thought of who her teenage-experience partner actually was today.

“...sleep overs,” she sputtered under her breath, embarrassed at the very words.

“Speak up, Sorceress of the Bleeding Heart!” That was a new one, she thought offhandedly. “Cease this mumbling and speak clearly!” Gundham commanded.

“Sleep overs…” she spoke again, no more confident than before, though a tad louder.

“That is all? Our peers see this as an entertaining experience? Very well, you shall rest here until the morn. What shall we do throughout the night?” She gawked at him. Was he this uneducated on matters of the heart, this unused to romantic influences in his life that he would suggest something like that so casually? Had he never read a romance novel, seen a show aimed at young adult audiences? After a while of her staring in shock, he spoke again. “Why do you take pause? Have I offended you, my Lady of the Dark Heart?” That was another new one. He was getting creative tonight. Wait, his Lady of the Dark Heart? Maybe she was reading way too far into all of this. Maybe he was just this innocent, this blunt and sincere.

“No, of course not! It’s just… I don’t know. Guys and girls of our age don’t usually just… sleep in the same room overnight like that…” she played with San-D in her lap, poking his little tummy, anything to busy her hands and distract from the heat creeping through her body right now. Now it was his turn to balk at her. He was making the connection in his mind, and realization crept across his visage. Despite how it seemed, Gundham was a bit more informed on these topics than she gave him credit for.

“My Lady,” he stood up again to his full height, very serious about what he was about to say, “do you think I'm some type of monster, like these common fools around here? Do you think me so low as to threaten your virtue or act in a manner unbefitting of your title? I’ve never been so insulted.” He huffed, crossing his arms stubbornly across his chest as he often did when he downplayed his emotions.

“Of course not!” Y/N scrambled frantically for words, humiliated at the implication of her words, and then of his. Just the thought of it… “I- you know I trus -” He held his hand out, silencing her.

“You said you would never betray me. Is it not obvious that I would never betray My Lady either?” She was speechless, and he reached out, taking her hand in his. Y/N nodded. “Then, what shall we do until we tire? Rather… I mean until My Lady tires. The Devas and I have boundless energy; such is the fate of an eternal demon bound to this earth.”

~

It was now far past midnight. After board games, more exchanging of memories, snacks, YouTube videos, and tidying up the Devas’ cage, Y/N slept in Gundham’s bed while he slept on the ground in a sleeping bag Usami provided - not before chirping out her disapproval at the situation. Although through his actions, Gundham had been a perfect gentleman all night, he couldn’t fight that his thoughts were not quite as pure. As she slept under his sheets, he was restless listening to her calm, even breaths. He thought of her scent, of the way her genuine smile made his heart nearly burst, of the way her knee-high socks snugly hugged her thighs earlier that day. He remembered looking her up and down as she walked in front of him, the swing of hips, the sound of laughter.

Cursing his weakest human desires, he forced himself to sleep.

HOPE FRAGMENT 4 GAINED - END

FREE TIME EVENT 5

When Y/N awakened the next day, messy hair, morning breath and all, Gundham was already awake, showered, dressed, and tending to the Deva’s daily needs. He asks her to go back to her cabin and prepare. After all, they had a long day ahead of them, and he mentioned having something in mind to add to the list.

~

Hours later, sitting on a bar stool next to her in the diner on the second island, Gundham produced a small box from his coat pocket, allowing the Devas to scoot it across the bar counter to her. She picked it up, reading the label. It was a pastel pink box with neon-colored hearts scattered across the label.

“Heart-shaped candies?” She couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. She shook the box, listening to the little candies inside shake around.

“For the witch that has cast a spell upon my own heart. You must truly be a sorceress of the highest order to have tamed an over lord of ice.” She could feel that familiar pounding in her chest. It always seemed to happen around him.

“Is this your way of saying…” Yes, yes! Was she finally starting to understand? He didn’t care if it was premature, he felt elated.

“That my heart is yours, My Lady of Darkness, should you wish to have it.” He felt his hands begin to tremble. He’d never felt so vulnerable, so exposed in his life. There was a long pause as she thought of an appropriate response, a response worthy of his words. Every second of silence gave him time to doubt himself. It was like torture.

“Remember when I told you I was scouted by Hope’s Peak while on vacation? What I didn’t tell you was that it was a forced vacation. My parents were sick of me and thought getting me out of my home town would ‘fix’ me. I hated it, but…” She swallowed, reaching for his hand. Once she held it in his grasp, she continued, “if all that hadn’t happened, I never would’ve met you… so, I’m grateful.” She leaned forward, eyes closed, and placed a kiss upon his pale, hot cheek. His skin scorched her lips. He trembled under the touch.

“I-I am humbled by your affection, My Lady, and I have yet another small gift for you.” Gundham didn’t stutter often. She felt accomplished, a bit too proud of herself. Looking for any way to get out of the hot seat, Gundham whisked her away, as he often did, to a new location.

~

When they arrived at the beach house nearby, to her surprise, Mahiru, their fellow classmate and the Ultimate Photographer was waiting inside, a pair of shears in her hand and a comfortable looking chair in front of her.

“There you two are! I’ve been waiting, you know!” Mahiru scolded them as they entered.

“Mahiru? What’s going on?” Y/N asked, puzzled.

“Gundham asked - in far too many words I might add - for me to help you cut your hair. He said you want it short, at least I think that’s what he was trying to say,  and I cut my own after all. I decided I’d help you out! We girls gotta support each other.” She grinned, snickering as she snipped the shears in the air.

HOPE FRAGMENT 5 GAINED - END

As Mahiru snipped away at the layers of hair, as dead ends fell to the floor, shame and doubt seemed to fall with them. With every inch another insecurity, another fault, another bad memory. She looked to Gundham, who watched from the corner like always, with adoration in her eyes.

That sixth Hope Fragment would be hers in no time at all.

END

[draconicsparkle]

First and foremost, go check this out! Tortadecereji made this based on the last drabble! And it’s wonderful!

And now, back to our regularly scheduled giant naga Nagi. This was suggested by sweet hearts cakery. And it’s a Valentine’s Day special!!!

What will our lovestruck idiots do?

Nagito didn’t know much about human customs or holidays. All he knew was what he had been told by Hajime. But even then, it was not often a topic of conversation. Which is why it threw him for a loop when Sonia brought it up.

“Do you have any plans to celebrate Valentine's Day with your human? And special presents you are trying to make or find?”

Nagito looked over to her with total confusion. “Huh? What’s that?”

Sonia appeared surprised. “Oh? You aren’t aware of this holiday?”

Nagito shrugged. “I know about birthdays and a few others in the earlier cold months. So what’s this one?”

The blue naga clapped her hands in excitement with sparkles in her eyes. “Oh, let me tell you all I know!”

And so began a lesson between the nagas. And by the end, Nagito was astounded. He almost missed such an important holiday!? Why had Hajime not told him about this?

“It’s in a few days, right? That’s not much time. What can I possibly do for him?” he muttered to himself, staring at the cave floor with sadness.

Sonia pat his shoulder, an understanding smile on her face. “It is fine! I’m sure anything you give him will be liked. Hajime seems to be quite the kind individual.”

“But I don’t want to get him just anything! I want it to be special!” he cried out.

The female naga nodded. “I see you are certain of this. Well, if you want advice, how about something unique? Something that makes it clear that it’s from you? Something that could only be made by you?”

Nagito laid down on the stone floor, trying his best to think. Something that was unique and that only he could do? That was easier said than done. “Do you participate in this holiday? What do you do?”

Sonia laid by him, a common act between them now. “I give him some of my scales! He likes using them for all kinds of projects. Though most of the time he uses them to make clothing for me. He’s so kind.”

“Scales…” Nagito muttered, intertwining his tail with his friend’s. That would certainly make his gift unique. But he wanted to add something to make it more special. But what to do…

He thought about the times he had spent with the human, wondering if any would provide inspiration. And that proved to be the ticket, as he thought of something. “I have an idea. Can I request your help with it?”

Sonia grinned at him. “Of course! Now tell me what you came up with!”

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“You mean to tell me that you have not informed the emerald one of this day’s significance?”

Hajime shrugged as he wiped down the last of the spills from the earlier baking. “It’s not like I did this intentionally! It just never came up in conversation.” Checking the timer, he was pleased to see his latest set was almost done. This should be the last one before all was ready. “But I’m sure Sonia will be telling him. She knows, right?”

“Of course she does! We’ve… ahem… c-celebrated it together… over the years,” Gundham replied, burying part of his face into the scarf that he refused to remove no matter the weather or circumstances.

“Really? That’s sweet. I’m sure she appreciates it.” The timer went off and Hajime pulled the mold out of the freezer, letting his creations thaw. “Well, I hope our combined efforts pay off this year.”

“Indeed. I have yet to offer this variety of gift to my lady. And I’m positive yours has not had the opportunity to receive such a gift either.” Gundham looked out the window, staring out into the vast forest. “We are meeting them at the clearing, correct? After nutrient consumption?”

Hajime nodded. “We are. These should be ready by the time we finish eating.”

And so the two had their lunch, talking leisurely throughout. Hajime had gotten used to Gundham’s grandiose way of speaking and could pretty much understand what he meant. Therefore, he no longer found it awkward to share space or meals with him.

He even helped clean the dishes afterwards, insisting on doing his part. With the assistance, the kitchen was sparkling clean in no time again.

“Okay. I think everything is set. It’s evenly split so we can both give them something,” Hajime commented, picking up a large box carefully. He grunted with effort as the contents were heavy. Gundham similarly made noises as he picked his up. But both of them didn’t care about the weight. They could carry the boxes to their nagas and they would do it now.

They walked out and away from the house, marching towards the woods with a bit of a spring in their step. It was impossible not to be excited. It was also much more imperative that they watched where they were stepping, as they didn’t want to trip and break what was in their boxes.

It took longer than usual, but the humans safely arrived at their destination. And they were pleased to see that their nagas were already present. And in addition…

“Wait… those flowers,” Hajime said, recognizing them from the vast flower field that Nagito had brought him to. The colorful blooms had been carefully planted, almost none of the petals looking as if they had been damaged.

“You remember? I thought you might like to have some closer to home. So you can see their pretty colors whenever you like,” Nagito told him, slithering close and laying down on the ground to be at the human’s level. “There’s also one more thing. Look closer.”

Hajime did, stepping forward towards the flowers. Something flashed in his eyes, the sunlight reflecting off something in the ground. Something that looked very familiar. “You lined the area around the flowers with your scales?”

Nagito beamed. “Yes! It works both as decoration and warding the deer away from eating them. They won’t like the scent of a naga. So they will be safe!” He leaned in, bumping his nose against the human’s side. “It’s your gift for Valentine’s Day. Do you like it?”

Hajime had to put down the box in order to fully hug the larger creature. “I do. More than you know. Thank you,” he answered, rubbing his flushed cheek against the other’s.

This action made the pale cheeks he was hugging blush as well. “I… I’m glad. It wasn’t easy. Sonia and I had to go super slow when carrying them so that the dirt wouldn’t spill out. But! The result was super nice! And I’m happy I could do this on our first Valentine’s Day!”

“Ah, so Sonia helped you? That was nice of her.” Hajime briefly glanced over to the other pair, seeing the naga give the human a set of her scales and being handed the box in return. That helped remind him of his own gift. “Hey, I have something that I made for you as well. Would you… like to see it?”

Nagito’s eyes widened. “You made something for me? I think I can die happy.”

Hajime batted the skin. “You aren’t allowed to die on me. Anyways, you should at least see what it is and try it before perishing.” He pulled away from the hug to pick the heavy box back up. “Hold out your hand,” he instructed.

Nagito did so, extending his hand over and the box was placed on it. After getting a nod of approval from the brunette, the naga used a claw to carefully open the box. The reptilian eyes looked a bit confused, though in an excited way. His tongue also was darting out as he took in the scent of what was in the box.

“It’s chocolate, a kind of candy. A tradition on Valentine’s Day is to give chocolate to the one you… really like. So in my case, it’s obviously you. I’ve never made chocolate from scratch before, so I hope it tastes good. And that there’s enough in there for you.”

That last part had been the biggest challenge. Since the nagas were so large, the portion sizes of treats had to be increased significantly. And it took some trial and error to correctly discover the perfect recipe for huge chunks of chocolate. And the results were in the boxes. They had been able to make chocolate chunks that were about the size of a human head. The humans had made three each for the nagas, both hoping it would be enough.

Nagito delicately pinched one of the cubes, looking at it eagerly. “This must have taken you so much time. I can’t wait to try it!” He popped the square into his mouth, instantly melting with a happy groan at the taste. “This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever had. How is this possible? Is this magic? Are you a cooking god?”

Hajime rolled his eyes with a smile as he wiped away the tears that had gathered in the corner of the large eyes. “I cannot claim godhood. Nor am I capable of magic. Just some perseverance and hard work.”

Nagito ate another, tail tip waving in the air with happiness. “I still think it’s magic. It’s way too good to be real.”

Hajime grinned. “A good portion of the world agrees with you. It’s a widely loved treat.” His smile then softened into one more tender. “But yeah, I’m glad you liked it. And happy Valentine’s Day, my special snake.”

Nagito put the box down to hug the human to his cheek more. “Happy Valentine’s Day to you as well, my beloved.”

Masterpost

[kayrllylikesblitzwing]

Really lazy sketches and character designs featuring a shitpost 😏

THE TWO characters at the top are Iconoclasm and Victoriam Republica and though they deadass have the same color schemes and both look sorta knighty they are NOT RELATED IN ANY MEANS idk HOW they both came out like that maybe I’m just a creatively bankrupt LOSER

Clothes hanger knees over there on the left is a big solemn dude who likes to work and write poems THOUGH he will never tell anyone he writes poems that’s HIS business PRIVATE BUSINESS!!!! But currently he’s on a MISSION to destroy all Autobot records and art and history bcuz he sees it as super wrong and pretty much like blasphemy so he uses his dope ass fire abilities to like burn information and citadels and clerks who have the information or whatever …

Not much is rlly known about him though but there are rumors that he’s destroying so many things not entirel becuz he just thinks Autobot stuff sucks Major butt but because he’s trying to erase his OWN history!!! Iconoclasm only such a different attitude, fighting style, education, and general aura about him that a lot of people think he’s ex-Autobot, though he will never confirm nor deny that and is entiiiiiirely loyal to the Decepticon cause, so what does it matter??

But still. Wonder who his family is 😏

Unicorn looking headass on the right doesn’t have much lore written for him because I designed him in like one night spur of the moment because I wanted to make another knight character (I have like. Three.) but I know he’s good gone bad. Maybe he was like an Autobot knight that got brainwashed or whatever idk all I know is he has amnesia and he’s SAD all the time bcuz he misses his husband :(

He kinda looks like a gundham or something though idk how that happendx😭

and the shitpost is just whiz abt to be assassinated by marshall Marshall really hates that stupid little arcade cabinet stipid stupid stupid stupid STUPID!!! I was drawing a bunch of shitposrs for an animatic bcuz I was gonna do the chainsaw man opening to a bunch of characters but like the Microsoft paint version because those memes are hilarious but then I like ran out of energy after making like 9 of them so now I just have a bunch of shitposts in a video file and I don’t think I’ll be able to finish it LOLLL

Anyway HAPPY NEW YEAR I made new year art and was gonna post it but then I looked at it again and it was UGGGLYYYYY so I’m not LOL I really hope EVERYONE HERE has an AMAZING NEW Year 2019 to 2022 has been very cruel to us so let’s hope 2023 is WAY better and super awesome coming have a great YEAR

[mizumi-kahago-writing]

I know the algebraic expression of L-O-V-E [Kamunami/Hinanami & Yandere!Chiaki] - Chapter 3

Disclaimer: This is an AU in which the Chiaki AI got at least partially infected by the Junko Virus. This is what makes her become a Yandere and a bit out of character. This AU also entails Hajime and Izuru becoming more of a DID-System, instead of fusing into one person. The main difference, compared to the real illness, is that they can switch out consciousness at will. Also, major spoilers and canon divergence ahead. You have been warned.

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Chapter 3

Stumbling the room, a bit later than usually, Hajime greeted the already turned-on computer with a cheerful “good morning”. “Hajime, you’re late. What took you so long?” Chiaki pounded impatiently. “Ah, excuse me. I almost slept in and wanted to grab some breakfast before coming here.” He excused himself.

“It’s fine… it’s not like I’m more important than that…” Guilt tripping him out of the blue in a self-depreciative way. “Hey now, where is that coming from?” Hajime was being caught off guard by her sudden personality change.

“Well, I think you know. I’m just a program, an artificial intelligence. I only exist within the boundaries of this screen.” Surprisingly self-aware, it took him a second or two to respond. “I mean… yeah. But to me you’re so much more. You’re almost like the real Chiaki.”

“Almost?” She questioned in return. “The original Chiaki cannot be replaced, I’m aware of that. But you’re all that’s left of her.” He confessed.

“Please tell me more of how Chiaki used to be. I want to become even more like her.” The AI prompted him. “Uhm, let me think…”

“Chiaki loved Videogames. But that’s a given, I mean she used to be the Ultimate Gamer after all and…” it took him a while to answer further. “…she was loved by everyone in class and…” Another pause, he was looking for more things to describe her, but his memory was a bit fuzzy, barely remembering more of her characteristics.

“I don’t know anything else right now, but I think that should help you out already, right?”

“So, basically, I used to be a simple, basic girl. Unproblematic, uncritical, a little too perfect. No wonder you fell in love with her. That can be easily recreated in my coding…” This was getting a bit strange.

“Hey, no, I wouldn’t say that she was perfect in every way nor simple-minded either and...”

“Do you even know her… my favorite game?” Challenging him before he could even finish his desperate explanation.

“That’s easy! It used to be ‘Galaga-Omega’!”

“Right?” Second guessing himself.

“Yep, that’s right.” Chiaki confirmed for him.

“Hehe, see, she wasn’t so basic after all.” Not sure if he was trying to convince the AI or himself there.

“’Galaga-Omega’ spawned an entire genre of space-shooter-clones, all playing very similar to each other. Did developers manage to program more innovative games by now?” Asking him to update her database on that, as they were still cut off from any external communication.

On the top of his head Hajime couldn’t name any new video games because there were none released in the past three to four years, due to what the world became.

“Actually, we went back to playing retro games, they are a trend again nowadays!” He didn’t know how much longer he could keep the tragedy a secret from her. Lying felt bad, but it was a necessary evil to keep her in check. Remembering Izuru’s warning clear as day.

The topic of games to play went on for a bit before Hajime decided to pack up and leave for a while. “I know it’s earlier than usually, but I also have other friends, I want to spend time with. I hope you understand.”

“Who do you wanna spend time with?” Confronting Hajime about that.

“I dunno. Maybe Sonia or Gundham, maybe I’m going to hang out with Nagito for a change. You know you and him used to be close as well.” Explaining to her.

“Nagito Komaeda, the Ultimate Lucky Student. Do you like him?”

“It’s… difficult. He’s a bit over the top, most of the time, but I try to get along better with him. You know, everything starts with the first step.”

“I understand, I hope you have fun with him then, Hajime.” She sent him off with a smile. However, compared to the times before, her screen didn’t shut off, as he left.

As the door closed, certainly he was out of hearing range, her facial expression went dark instead.

“Of course. I’m just an AI, not a real human. Your real human friends are far more interesting to you…”

“I thought you would know… that I’m more than just a tragic sweet girl underneath this surface. There’s so much more going on within me.” Almost sounding like a cry for help, but no one was there to listen to her.

“If, if only I could shatter that wall between us and be with you. Maybe then you’d see…” The monitor turned off with a static flickering after she said that.

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[mechatiqe]

It wasn't Gundham's intention to break the poor mechanic with the little change in his attire, but here he was, watching Kazuichi blue screen in real time after he had walked into the other man's workshop with the simple intention of asking him to fix a tire on his car.

He hadn't really thought much of it when he put on the pleated purple skirt that morning, it being found in the back of his dresser drawer along with a pair of fishnet tights that had been stowed away when the weather turned cold. The decision was made with a shrug, the addition of matching lipstick and a bit more eyeliner than usual being the obvious choice when finalizing the outfit. Even his shirt was different, it being a tight black tee with a deep v-neck peeking out from under the breeder's scarf. Most people didn't even notice the change, seeing as his usual coat covered the length of his person, but he did notice a double take or two from passing students that left a smug little smirk on his face as he made his way to Kaz's shop.

All he had done was opened the door and called out his name, the question of changing the tire being asked with no answer despite Kazuichi obviously looking him right in the eyes-

Ah...interesting...

Stepping closer now, Gundham leaned down just slightly where he loomed over the smaller man, that smirk once again pulling at painted lips, now paired with a playful glint in the overlord's eye. "Have I come at a bad time? Perhaps I should seek out another's assistance, if my request is too much for you to handle..." //im not out of work yet but shhhhhhh

Had the mechanic been holding anything while he turned around to look at the other, it would’ve dropped to the ground when he froze up in his spot. It took his system a while to reboot, only snapping back to reality when the guy stepped closer. In a skirt. And fishnets. And makeup. His eyes kept darting at each respectively, before he forcefully pried them away, face progressively getting redder.

“Um,” he squeaked out, lamely. Fuck. What was he getting all nervous for?? This was just Gundham! This was just Gundham in a………….. He couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering over to the other’s painted lips, with that stupid smirk. Damn it. Damn it! The other was definitely doing this on purpose! Shaking himself out of it, he tried to feign nonchalance, and failed miserably. “O-of course it’s not! It’s not too much… to handle… t-the tire, I mean.”

Okay, the other was way too close for comfort. That was why his brain was freaking out. Totally. He tried to side-step the other with a glare, although his tomato-colored face and the way he was sweating bullets probably didn’t give out the ‘unshakable’ impression he was trying to give. He pointed at a seat beside the desk he’d been working on. “J-just sit your ass down until I’m finished with this camera and then I’ll fix your stupid tire!” He refused to give the other the pleasure of a reaction.

[celestialship]

1, 3, 6, & 10 ~ rebeccaselfships

HI i was busy hanging w friends for NYE but it’s over now so it’s ask game time!! @rebeccaselfships ty for the ask <3

1. have you gained any new F/Os this year?

i’m not good at keeping track of when i add new f/os but i know i gained several! gojo is probably the biggest as i finished jjk in january and immediately added him lol. i also added gundham and sonia!

3. did a relationship with an F/O change in a major way (i.e. you started dating a platonic F/O or realized you prefer a formerly romantic F/O to be a friend, got married/engaged to an F/O, etc)? if so, did it happen more spontaneously, or was it something you had planned for a while?

i don’t think so! they’ve all remained pretty stagnant

6. talk about any special/memorable moments you had with your F/O(s) this year! which stood out to you the most?

well i wrote a fic this year about how arthur and meg would’ve reunited (also explained how meg would show up within the game’s story) so that’d probably be the most memorable one! i have a lot of fleeting daydreams about f/os so it’s hard to remember many moments lol

10. have you bought any merch of your F/O or other items that remind you of them this year?

i bought a lavender sweatshirt that’s rly comfy and has a purple cowboy hat on it with the words “cosmic cowgirl club” and tbh it makes me think of din bc he’s kind of a cosmic cowboy! gosh i really do just. have a thing for cowboys huh. gonna have to think abt that one

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

//Ok, so admittedly last night after I finished posting, I was obsessing over this, so I thought up a whole bunch of Persona ideas for the 77th Class.

//Some of these are a bit of a stretch and need changing, because I basically just pulled them out of my ass, but this is what I got.

//Bare in mind, I chose these assuming we were following the Persona 4 Party Persona system where they’re all based on Japanese or Hindu gods.

//Also, if these choices are already demons that exist within the Persona and SMT series...it doesn’t matter to me. Yukari’s final Persona was Isis in Persona 3, but Isis has appeared in the series since taking on different appearances, so it doesn’t really matter in terms of overlap.

//Also, I’m not thinking too hard about Arcana’s with these. The choice I picked for Fuyuhiko is a Temperance Persona in the main series, but personally I associate Fuyu with the Hanged Man over most others, so just keep that in mind.

//So as established, Hajime gets Shiva, Mahiru gets Parvati and Akane, in my mind, gets Amanozako. Here are the rest of them.

Chiaki - Kikurihime: The kami enshrined at the Shirayamahime Jinja shrine, alongside Izanagi and Izanami. Also known as Shirayamahime-no-Okami. It is the actions of Kikuri-Hime that established the duty of Miko (Japanese priestess) of communicating with the netherworld on behalf of the living one. She has also been known as a goddess of mediation and matchmaking since ancient times. Given that Chiaki is the mediator of most conflicts between Class 77, both in DR2 and DR3, I think it goes well.

Nagito - Alakshmi: The Hindu deity of misfortune. As the embodiment of all that is inauspicious, including disease and poverty, Alakshmi was worshiped to prevent such tragedy’s. The reason I picked this one specifically is not just because of the Hindu ties, but also because it ties back to Nagito’s character and philosophy in almost every way. Alakshmi is the opposite of Lakshmi, and needs to be “removed” from the devotee’s home before Lakshmi and her blessings can come in. Much like how Nagito believes that Hope can only shine brightest when faced with dismal despair.

Nekomaru - Take-Minakata: Originally I was thinking of giving Nekomaru Take-Mikazuchi, because I think that really works for him. But that’s Kanji’s Persona in the original Persona 4 and in case we didn’t want any overlap, I instead went with the alternative part of the lore. When the dieties of the heavens came down to increase their power over the land, Take-Minakata went against Take-Mikazuchi in what was considered the first sumo match ever. He now serves as the deity of Lake Suwa, after losing both his arms in that sumo match.

Fuyuhiko - Jinkokuten: A guardian deity with fierce expression that protects the east of Buddha's realm. He is associated with the color white. In China, he is regarded as being harmonious and compassionate, using his pipa to play music in order to convert others to Buddhism. I myself, have associated Fuyuhiko as the white/yin to Peko’s black/yang, and also despite being an Ultimate Yakuza, he’s proven to be an incredibly compassionate man, and always looks out for everyone.

Peko - Shinigami: Hey Rain Code fans~ I know what you’re probably thinking, and no, I’m not talking about THAT kind of Shinigami. In Japanese mythology Shinigami are kami that invite humans toward death in certain aspects of Japanese religion and culture. Shinigami have been described as monsters, helpers, and creatures of darkness. The reason I went for this is because originally I was going to pick Mara, but given what Mara actually is in the main series...I am NOT giving it to Peko, even if it changes appearance.

Teruteru - Iwakamutsukari-no-Mikoto: Iwakamutsukari-no-Mikoto is the god of cooking housed at Takabe Shrine. I...don’t think I need to say much more than that. It’s name is a mouthful though, so I can only imagine how Teruteru would be saying it.

Gundham - Tamamo-no-mae: The immediate issue I had with Gundham was I planned to give him either the Hindu or Japanese god of wildlife, but that would have left me with Aranyani; a goddess with the complete opposite moniker of him, or Sukuna-Hikona, a Persona already possessed by Naoto in the original game. So I changed up my thinking and went with something that I thought would be cool. The links to Gundham through this point are 1 - Tamamo-no-mae is a chaotic being, much like Gundham is, 2 - Tamamo-no-mae themselves are a fox spirit, so the animal stuff is there, and 3 - they had ties to royalty, famously causing problems and corrupting them. Arguably, much like Gundham did to Sonia (or maybe the other way around? Either way...)

Sonia - Zorya: Ok, since Sonia is a foreigner and isn’t originally from Japan, I decided to break the rule with her on this occasion. Her Persona is based on a figure in Slavic folklore, a feminine personification of dawn, widely known as the  goddess of the morning star. She is also sometimes depicted as a warrior goddess who takes lead over armies and protects men in battle, tying it to Sonia’s role as a queen as well as how she’s surprisingly badass when she wants to be.

Kazuichi - Kanayago-kami: This one is pretty straightforward. a Kami of metal and metal-working, who, as believed by blacksmiths, lives mainly in Chugoku Region. I know Kazuichi isn’t a blacksmith, but this is what I picked over Honokagutsuchi, and THAT mess of a story. A god of metal working for a kid who...works with metal! (Also ignore the part of the lore where Kanayago-kami hates women and likes corpses, we don’t talk about that...)

Mikan - Kishimojin: Mikan gets this one because of how the story symbolizes her tragic past as both an abuse victim and a mass homicidal maniac, and how she’s working towards a life where she’s healthier, happier and more sound of mind, despite everything she went through. Kishimojin was originally a spiteful diety who ate children, but moved on and eventually became the goddess of children, thanks to the influence of Buddha showing her the consequences of her actions.

Ibuki - Ame-no-Uzume: I didn’t even have to think about this one. If you’ve played ANY of the Persona games, you would have at least heard Ame-No-Uzume’s history come up once. She once restored light to the earth by performing a nude dance to lure out Amaterasu, the sun god, who was hiding in a cave. Not saying Ibuki would do something of this caliber, but the random crazy solution that Ame-no-Uzume had to the issue definitely seems like an Ibuki-esque solution. Plus, Ame-no-Uzume herself is a goddess of the arts and revelry, two things Ibuki is synonymous for.

Ryuji/Imposter - Janus: I broke the rules again for Ryuji because his point of origin is unknown, thus I feel I can take the god of beginnings, gates, transitions, time, duality, doorways, passages, frames, and endings. The reason I picked them is because of their multiple faces, symbolizing how Ryuji is able to adopt any identity and face at will.

Ryota - Shishigami: More commonly referred to as the forest spirit, Shishigami is a godly creature from the Studio Ghibli movie, Princess Mononoke. It is known as a god of life and death. Like I did with Kuripa, his Persona being based on a Phantom Thief from an old anime series, I gave Ryota a fictional god from a Japanese anime movie.

//That’s what I came up with, and I should note that I don’t have one for Hiyoko, because I have NO IDEA what to go with for her. The gods of dance from Japanese and Hindu religion respectively are Ame-No-Uzume and Shiva respectively, which we’ve already used.

//But yeah, I might be a little bit obsessed with both Persona AND Danganronpa.

-Mod.

Rpg Anon: I might as well talk about this. I don't completely intend to give class 77 all Hindu Personas but for Akane, I can't help but be stuck with the idea of giving her Kali. It's just way too similar between them. Absolute Bloodthirsty for battle and killing? Check. Dark skin? Check? Constant Hungry Appetite? Well, Kali doesn't eat her enemies but she sure does love actually drinking their blood and wearing their body parts as clothes, so Check.

My biggest concerns are this: ...Kali IS Parvati... Kinda. It's more like Parvati, who couldn't fight at all, needed to fight some guy who was blessed to not be able to be defeated by any male. So she basically reincarnated/morphed her being/had a personality switch (god powers are weird; just know they are different people but also the same person) into Durga. Durga kicked ass. But the guy was teaming up with a demon who kept spawning mini-selves from every drop of blood. Durga kept killing him but she got real fed up when an army came to be so she went bloodthirsty and became Kali who kicked every drop of blood. Kali clearly won but soon went on a rampage.

Now basically I'm just saying if I gave Akane Kali, it be weird cuz I'm basically saying Mahiru just suddenly morphed into Akane. I know Mahiru and Akane are good friends but idk about this.

And my second concern is this: You ever heard of those "step on me, mommy" memes. ...yeah... Shiva had to let Kali step and dance on him and turn into baby to get her to stop. (The baby part was cuz since Kali is still part Parvati, he knew that part of her would never harm a baby). I'm pretty sure Hajime is not into getting stepped on, by Akane or anyone.

//Yeah...no...

//Honestly, I think you would be better off giving Akane a different kind of Persona, maybe based on a God of different mythology.

//I have a suggestion for one: Amanozako.

//Amanozako was a monstrous goddess born from Susano-o keeping too much ferocity within himself until he vomited her out. Not only is there the link to Susano-o's stomach, but Amanozako reportedly liked to eat swords and other sharp weapons.

//Plus, Amanozako is a demon in the SMT series that hasn't appeared in Persona yet.

-Mod

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❇ 5- “It’s not your fault. Sometimes you can do everything right, and things will still go wrong…. This just happened to be one of those times.” || With Hajime, Fuyuhiko, Gundham, and Peko after the trials just needing Reader's comfort, and getting option 5? ❇

Oh boy this one was a sad one to write. Hope you all brought your tissues. And I hope you enjoy your request Anon dear.

⚔Mod Peko⚔

Spoilers for pretty much the whole game

“It’s not your fault. Sometimes you can do everything right, and things will still go wrong…. This just happened to be one of those times.” (ft. Hajime Hinata, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Gundham Tanaka, and Peko Pekoyama.)

Hajime Hinata

It was after the fifth trial. Chiaki and Monomi have been executed for the murder of Nagito Komaeda. Not a word was said as the rest of the class rode in the elevator. You look over to Hajime. His head is facing the floor and his body is stiff. You weren’t that close to Chiaki but Hajime was. Her death was hitting him pretty hard.

The elevator reaches the top and everyone scampers off to their cottage. Trying not to think about the horrid sights of your mangled friends, you start to get ready for bed. Before you could get into bed there’s a knock on your door. Arming yourself with the knife you grabbed from the Funhouse, you open your door just a crack. It’s Hajime. And he looks like a wreck. Opening the door so he can enter, he takes no more than three steps before collapsing to his knees. Dropping your knife you rush over to your boyfriend. Propping him up against you as he begins to sob.

“Hey….Hajime come on. It’s not your fault. Sometimes you can do everything right, and things will still go wrong…. This just happened to be one of those times.” You begin to card your fingers through his hair attempting to soothe him. After a moment of crying Hajime lets out a yell.

“I’m tired of this. It’s like all the pressure is put on me! Hajime who killed them? Hajime do you have any leads? What happens now? What if you or me is next!? What if-?” Hajime cannot finish his sentence as the words choke up in his throat. The strangled sob that leaves his mouth breaks your heart. You want to tell him that everything will be okay. But right now you’re not sure that's even true.

Tears fall from your eyes as you attempt to console him. “Hajime. We’re gonna do our very best to get off this island. For those of us left….and everyone that had to die.”

With shaky, weak arms Hajime returns your embrace.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Panicked speech surrounded you as your boyfriend Fuyuhiko was carried away in that ambulance. His punctured body will forever be burned into your memory. Even with your pleading Monokuma didn’t let you ride in the ambulance. You didn’t get much sleep that night. Too worried about Fuyuhiko’s wellbeing to get rest. First Mahiru, and then Peko, and now you might lose your boyfriend. You didn’t make it to your bed that night, you instead fell unconscious lying against your door.

You don’t remember falling asleep but you are woken up to someone banging on your door. You are very groggy and disoriented when you open the door. There stands Ibuki looking quite frantic. “[NAME]! There you are, you weren’t at breakfast! What was I supposed to tell you? Oh yeah!” Ibuki lowers her tone to imitate Hajime and points her fingers to her head. “Ibuki go find [Name] and tell them that Fuyuhiko is in the hospital.”

“Fuyuhiko’s in a hospital? He’s alive?” Your voice cracks as you begin to tear up. “Ibuki please tell me where the hospital is.” Ibuki then grabs your hand and starts running for the hospital. You’re tripping over yourself in an attempt to keep up. You must’ve been asleep for a real long time to miss the morning announcement and breakfast. The others have already begun exploring this 3rd island.

Ibuki drags you into the building, up a flight of stairs, and barges into a room. In the room are your classmates huddled around a bed. Upon seeing you, the crowd parts to let you get to Fuyuhiko. A moment of silence is held in the air before Mikan speaks up. “M-maybe we should let them have some time alone. If that’s okay with everyone.” To the side Nekomaru nods.

“Alright. EVERYBODY OUT!”

“Ah! Nekomaru you shouldn’t shout in a hospital!”

And with that your class left, leaving just you and Fuyuhiko. He looks out the window next to him to avoid your gaze. You notice that tears are forming in his good eye. You grab his hands into yours. His grip tightens and the tears start to flow.

“It’s not your fault. Sometimes you can do everything right, and things will still go wrong…. This just happened to be one of those times.”

“No! You can’t defend me on this one. If I hadn’t fallen for that damned bear’s motive then….then Peko would still be here. And I wouldn’t be in this hospital bed….It’s all my fault.” Fuyuhiko begins to shake and the tears keep coming.

In a way Fuyuhiko was right. You couldn’t just blindly come to his defense. But you could still comfort him. Sitting on the edge of the bed you very gently bring him into a hug. “We’re gonna get through this Fuyu. And after you rest up a bit we can come up with a way for you to apologize if that's what you want.”

Fuyuhiko pulls one of his hands from your hold to wipe his eye. With a sniffle he smiles at you. “Yeah I think I’d like that.”

Gundham Tanaka

Gundham Tanaka was about to be executed. He was discovered to be the killer of Mechamaru. But before Monokuma could commence the killing you and your classmates had some questions.

“Why…? Why would you kill Coach Nekomaru? And you better have a good reason before I bop your skull in.” Akane was pissed. You all had just gotten Nekomaru back and Gundham goes and kills him. “....Why’d you go after Nekomaru of all people.”

“It was not like that mere mortal! The man of metal had challenged me to a duel of the gods. And I simply took him up on his offer.” That was strange. Despite his big talk Gundham was not one for fighting. And when did Nekomaru make a deal with him?

Looking up from your trial podium you look over to the breeder. With a sad look in your eyes you begin to question him. “What offer? What could he have offered that would be enough for you to kill him?” At the beginning of the starvation motive, no, at the beginning of this killing game Gundham promised that the two of you wouldn't come apart. He promised that the two of you would leave this awful island together. And now he’s about to be executed right in front of you.

“I did it for you my beloved.” There’s a silent moment in the trial room that is soon disturbed by a ‘how gross’ from Monokuma. “The metal warrior had come up to me prior to our final encounter. I had declined knowing I could not leave you in this mortal plane.” Gundham clenched his fist and averted his gaze away from his classmates. “But once I realized how….weak and frail you were becoming, I could not simply stand by and watch you perish. I needed you to eat.” Tension filled the air. The dreary atmosphere was heavy on everyone’s shoulders. Soon the silence was interrupted by a dry laugh.

“Hhhhahahahaha! How beautiful! The hope that Gundham feels for you caused him to commit the ultimate sacrifice! You ultimates-”

“Shut the hell up you bastard! Don’t you know when to keep your trap shut!” And with that quip from Fuyuhiko, Nagito went quiet with a smile.

“Know that he did not go down without a fight. Now you may never forgive me for the heinous crime I have enacted. But just know-”

“I forgive you Gundham.”

“Huh?”

Stepping down from your podium you walk around the courtroom to your boyfriend. “I said I forgive you even if no one else does. It’s not your fault. Sometimes you can do everything right, and things will still go wrong…. This just happened to be one of those times.” You bring a hand up to his face cupping his cheek. With a somber look in his eyes Gundham places his hand over yours.

“My dark lover I-”

“BORING! I had enough of this gooey lovey garbage. Let's get this show on the road!” Monokuma whips out his gavel to begin the execution. Seeing as this is his end Gundham unwraps his scarf from around his neck, gathers his devas, and hands them off to you. He gives you one last smile before the chains clamp around him and drag him off to his demise.

A hand reaches around your shoulders and turns you away from the screens that broadcast Gundham’s punishment. Looking over you see it’s Akane with tears in her eyes. She too knows how it feels to lose someone close to her. With the arm not holding the scarf bundle, you wrap it around Akane’s waist. The two of you comforting each other in this disgusting mutual killing game.

Peko Pekoyama

You were getting ready for bed as the 10pm announcement just played. Day after day you worried that the motive would drive someone to kill. Twilight Syndrome Murder Case. Even the name sent shivers down your spine. Before you had the chance to get under your covers the doorbell to your cottage had rung. It was nearly midnight, who in the world would be at your door this late?

Once you had already started to open your door you realized that it wasn’t the smartest idea. Answering the door at midnight after a new motive was released? You were just begging for someone to come and kill you. But instead of a knife wielding killer you see your girlfriend bowing in front of your door. Peko’s bamboo sword placed in front of her.

“My love, I almost made a terrible mistake today.”

Peko’s voice sounded shaky and scared. Unlike the usual calm and collected tone she carried. Worry strikes your face. What did she mean by a terrible mistake? She wouldn’t have tried to kill anyone….right? You gently help her up, making sure to grab her sword for her. After shutting and locking your door you sit Peko on your bed. Her body is tense. She’s clasping her hands together so tight that her knuckles are going white. You take her hands into your own and bring them to your chest. Your comforting warmth helps to soothe her.

“Peko. Sweetie? What happened?”

Hearing your question made her tense up once again. But she knew if she wanted to start the healing process she would have to come clean. She already had a long discussion with Fuyuhiko. They were going to work on their feelings together. But she knew to really begin the healing process she had to tell you what happened.

“I almost killed Mahiru Koizumi under orders of my young master.” There it was. You knew of the dynamic that Peko and Fuyuhiko had. You knew them before you all were thrown on this island. Peko previously confided in you about her feelings of being a tool for the yakuza boy. A quiet sob pulls you out of your thoughts. Looking at Peko….she’s crying. This was a rare occurrence having grown up a part of a gang she was never one to have her emotions on display. In your years of knowing her this was only the second time you’ve ever seen her cry.

Peko then begins to spill everything. The motive, the plan to kill Mahiru and frame Hiyoko for it, even things that have happened before coming to the island. It’s all on the table now. She suddenly gets down on her knees and grasps your hands. “I am so very sorry [Name]. I hope that we can overcome this together. And I wish for your forgiveness.”

“....Peko come on get off the floor.” You bring her off the floor and sit her on your bed once again. “It’s not your fault. Sometimes you can do everything right, and things will still go wrong…. This just happened to be one of those times.” You bring her into a loving hug. “How about in the morning we come up with a way to tell everyone about this. We can even bring Fuyuhiko to help us brainstorm. How does that sound?”

“Yes….I quite like that idea. And I am sure young ma...Fuyuhiko would enjoy it as well.”

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Sondam Week 2024: Day 7

Hi everyone! Here's my Day 7 entry for Sondam Week 2024, for the prompt, Free! I'll also be posting an epilogue shortly, both here and on AO3. Thanks so much for all your heartwarming feedback and thrilling enthusiasm. I look forward to next year!

As always, you can read on AO3 here!

A dense fog, thick and cold, sat around Hope Springs Therapy, LLC. Sonia walked on the edge of the dirt road, grateful to be off the actual road before darkness fell. Her clothes were too dark for headlights to catch until it was too late.

As she walked toward the house, she wondered is Komaeda really the Despair Killer? With one step, it seemed ludicrous to doubt that conclusion in the face of all their evidence; in another, she wondered how much evidence they really had. Maybe it was all coincidence. All the victims were Komaeda’s clients because he was the only therapist in town. And if he was the Despair Killer, why did he bother breaking into her house? She told him she feared suffocation – what part of that required a home invasion?

She reached the front door, which no one used. She skirted around the back to the parking lot, where she found two cars. One of them was Gundham’s.

Her dread, instead of gathering in a pit in her stomach, lined her limbs like steel girders. Just like last night, she didn’t have the luxury of hesitation. She had been right: something was wrong.

She clung to that steel in her legs, her knife sitting in her pocket, as she walked up to the back door of Hope Springs Therapy.

Komaeda was in the lobby, pulling on his coat. His face brightened when she walked in. “Good evening, Sonia.”

“Hi, Nagito. Can we talk?”

“I’m afraid my office is closed for the day,” he said. “The process is just as trying for the therapist as the patient. But I can take you first thing in the morning.”

“No, I really think you’ll want to hear me out.” She stepped forward. “We didn’t get to finish our conversation last night.”

He went unnaturally still, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I think you do.” This was the test, but Sonia felt like she was the research subject as she said, “I saw you last night right as I jumped out the window. I know it was you.”

He stared at her with a peculiar expression of blank amusement, like he was laughing without understanding the joke. “I think you’re mistaken.”

“I know I’m not.” She swallowed. “But I’m not here to turn you in.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Oh?”

“I understand what you’re doing.” She walked closer to him, breathed in and out slowly. “I want to be a part of it.”

His eyes brightened, but it was a cold, harsh brightness, like being blinded by snow. “You do?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I didn’t realize last night, but I do now. And I can help you, you know. People come into my shop all the time. With all the killings happening, I could recommend that they visit you, to deal with their demons.”

That brightness faded, and his eyes now went dangerously dark. “What do you think I’m doing?” he asked, his voice soft like a snake’s scales.

She paused. The only motive she could think of was to paralyze the town with brutal, cultish murders, the exact kind of horror they feared the most, and then drive up his own profits using everyone’s trauma. But he rejected that idea, or at least seemed to think it was incomplete. What, then? Why would he do such horrible things, over and over?

Then it hit her. It was the exact thing they feared the most.

“You want them to know fear,” she said. “You want them to embrace it. It’s exposure therapy, isn’t it? Witch Creek thrives on fear, but you’re trying to cure them.”

He gazed at her, and then he broke out in a savage grin. “Something like that.”

His hand drifted up her neck and then grasped her chin with two fingers, tilting her face up. “I should’ve known you would see me, see through me,” he murmured. “Your escape last night was clever.”

“And you are so much cleverer,” she whispered, biting back her revulsion. “And so noble, too! So many people have suffered because of Witch Creek’s hatred of anything different. You’re a hero, Nagito.”

“And you are too kind.” He sighed sweetly. “Would you come with me?”

“Where?”

“I have a cabin in the woods,” he replied. “And someone there awaits our noble work.”

Sonia waited in silence as they drove up the mountain in Gundham’s car. Komaeda explained it was more incriminating to find the victim’s blood in the killer’s car and vice versa, but it didn’t make much sense to Sonia.

Until it did. Komaeda tapped something deep and festering within the heart of Witch Creek, the thorny weeds that lashed out at her parents when they first immigrated here. They wanted nothing more than to be cradled in those weeds – and when they finally gained the town’s acceptance, they relished their spot in the in-crowd, despite all those thorns digging into their feet. They had to carve out parts of themselves just to feel like they belonged.

They pulled off the highway and onto a long, curving dirt road. Komaeda made her leave her phone at his office – to support their alibi of a session together, he said – which dashed her hopes of recording him. But maybe her eyewitness account would be just as compelling, wouldn’t it? “What made you pick out your targets? Why did you pick me?”

Komaeda glanced at her from the driver’s seat, his face softening. “I am deeply sorry for targeting you. If I had any idea you would be so sympathetic…”

“Don’t feel sorry,” she said, her blood curdling. “That’s what brought us together.”

“How romantic.” He drummed his fingers on the wheel as the headlights carved through the descending darkness. “I picked the pillars of Witch Creek. The beloved coach, the star-bound youth, the small-town mogul, the salt-of-the-earth mechanic. They were admired by everyone.”

“Were you jealous of them?”

“Yes, but that wasn’t why I killed them,” he replied. “They were the pinnacles of our little society. I made an example of them: if they couldn’t face their worst fears, then their fear would destroy them.”

“What about me?”

“Yes, I knew you had told me suffocation,” he said. “That was the plan. Frankly, I couldn’t figure out any other way to lower your guard. The two places I would be able to strike you were my own office and your home, and killing you in my office would be too incriminating. The idea was that you would be alone in your home, too far away for you to call for help.”

“No one could hear me scream.” It was surreal to listen to a murderer talk through his plans for killing her, especially when he was so matter-of-fact!

All she wanted was for the nightmare to end, but she had to keep pushing. “I wasn’t actually talking about that part. Why did you target me in the first place? I’m not a beloved neighbor by any stretch.”

He paused. “You’re more highly regarded than you think. To them, you’re still a child fumbling your way through the world, overcoming your parents’ sins to be successful. They think you’re an underdog.”

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “Is this difficult for you?”

“No,” she said. “But I didn’t know they liked me so much.”

“They have a terrible way of showing it,” he replied. “Is it difficult to discuss Kazuichi? You were very close to him.”

Pain lanced through her heart, but somehow that made it easier to keep up the illusion. It helped numb her conscience so she could sell it better when she said, “I miss him, but he was a worthy sacrifice for our mission.”

“I’m glad you see things my way.”

The car slowed and then turned, pulling into a rock-laden driveway. It led to a dark hunting cabin, but when Komaeda got out, he didn’t go to the front porch. Instead, he went to the rusty doors of the storm cellar, padlocked by a chain. He fished a key out of his pocket and slid it into the padlock, which opened with a click.

He tugged the chain from the handle and then pulled up the door, then stood aside. “Ladies first,” he said, sweeping his arm to the door.

Sonia stared at the dark maw in front of her, a pit of nothingness, and limped down the stairs.

She tiptoed down, carefully feeling out the edge of the last few steps when the light abandoned her. She kept walking when the floor leveled out, hearing Komaeda walk down behind her. There was a second metal door, propped open for her already.

She walked through, and somehow the darkness got even darker here. The sound of her footsteps changed, echoing sharply off the cement walls of the basement. Her hip hit the corner of something, pain radiating dully from the spot. “Ow!”

“Watch the workbench,” said Komaeda over the metallic clattering. “Here.”

A second later, the lights flicked on. The basement was large and mostly empty, except for a dazed Gundham tied to a support pole in the middle of the room. His temple was encrusted with blood, and a filthy rag was stuffed in his mouth.

Gundham lifted his head, squinting in the light. His eyes widened in recognition, but she jerked her head an inch to the right, a warning that she could pass off as a twitch.

But Gundham didn’t buy it. His eyes widened further, and he started shouting into the rag, straining to be overheard –

The door slammed shut behind her. Sonia whipped around and saw Komaeda lock the door. A workbench stood beside him, a gun hanging from a peg on the wall.

She darted towards it, but Komaeda snatched it off the peg and pointed it at her. “It was a valiant effort, Sonia,” said Komaeda, his voice turning sing-song, “but I’m a therapist. I can tell when people lie to me.”

He continued, “And if you came to me the day after your friend was murdered for professional help, there’s no way you’re going to turn around and help me, no matter how right I am.”

Her blood pounded in her ears. Her hands shook as she lifted them above her head. “I can still help you,” she said. “Just spare Gundham, please!”

“I’m afraid he’s too intelligent for that,” he snarled. “Of course the only person who caught on wasn’t from around here. All these stupid, small-minded people who are so afraid of everything that it’s going to kill them. Why wait around for a heart attack to do the job when I can put everyone out of their misery much earlier?”

Sonia was grateful to drop the act, even if it came at the cost of her life. “You’re a monster! Ibuki was a child! Kazuichi had never hurt anyone!”

“They hate anyone who’s different! They hated your parents! They hated me!”

“No, they didn’t! You killed the exact kind of people that the others would listen to. Kazuichi was already your client! You’re killing all of your chances to change things for the better!

“Enough!” he shouted. “You’re here to take orders!”

He cocked the gun. “What you’re going to do now is pull out that switchblade you thought you hid in your pocket, and you’re going to hand it over to me.”

She felt the blood drain from her face. She reached a trembling hand into her back pocket, slid out the blade, and held it out to him.

He walked toward her, plucking the knife from her hand. Then he grabbed her wrist and roughly pulled her into him until she was pinned, her back to his chest. “What you’re going to do,” he hissed into her ear, “is take the fall.”

He thrust the gun into her palm and molded her fingers around it, holding her wrist outstretched with his other hand. Then he spun them both around and pointed the gun at Gundham.

“No!” she screamed, writhing against him.

He pressed the edge of her switchblade into her neck. “Don’t fucking move an inch.”

She went still. Gundham’s eyes widened as he stared down the shaking barrel at her. His pale face shone in the dark, frightened and aggrieved and yet filled with understanding.

Komaeda whispered in Sonia’s ear, “You’re going to kill Agent Tanaka, Sonia. And then you’re going to go crazy with regret and despair, and then you’ll end your own life.”

“How will you explain it?” she asked, choking back tears. “How will you explain why we were both found dead in your basement?”

“I’m sure I won’t,” he purred. “I’ll find something to satisfy the police long enough for me to disappear. Maybe another town will be more welcoming, and maybe it won’t.”

She was so stupid. Her theory had gotten Gundham captured, and now her plan to save him would get him killed at her own hands. Gundham, who was the first to understand her in a long time. Gundham, whose belief in her had led them here.

No windows to shoot out of, in hopes of someone calling for help. No weak support beam that she could demolish so the cabin would crash down around them. Even that would be better than this.

She felt the blade press into her throat. “Do it, Sonia,” Komaeda cooed. “The first one is difficult, but it gets easier with time.”

A sob tore out of her throat. She threw her head back, falling onto Komaeda’s shoulder, and then whipped it back up, disgusted to be any closer to him than she already was. But in that wild motion, she saw, nestled in a corner of the shadow-cloaked support beams, a bulbous, gray beehive.

“Do it, Sonia,” growled Komaeda. “You’ll die either way, but if you choose mine, you can choose yours.”

His grip on her arm was like iron, but he only had one hand on the gun, his other holding the switchblade. She jerked her free arm back and drove her elbow into his chest. He wheezed, his body buckling behind her, the blade scraping against her throat as his grip loosened on her wrist.

She summoned all her strength and wrenched her arm upward, firing the gun straight into the beehive.

The bullet tore the hive into pieces. Suddenly the basement filled with buzzing, a droning, rage-filled harmony. Komaeda’s grip on her slackened and then disappeared completely. She felt a stinging pain on her neck and wondered if she was stung, but when she smacked the spot, her fingers came away red with blood.

She clapped her hand over the wound and shoved Komaeda away from her, the droning growing louder and louder as she ran to Gundham. She knelt behind him and yanked at the rope binding him there with one hand, gripping the gun for dear life in the other.

Komaeda let out a gruesome scream. She looked up just in time to see him swinging the knife wildly at the swarm of bees that surrounded him. He dug something out of his pocket, but he flinched as soon as he had it in hand and sent the object clattering to the floor.

Komaeda turned and ran to the door, but his fingers fumbled over the lock. Driven out of his mind, he pulled and pounded and shouted at the door as the bees stung him over and over, his body writhing as if he’d been hit by a bullet.

Finally, Sonia pulled out the last knot in the rope, freeing Gundham’s hands. Gundham ripped the rag out of his mouth and got to his feet just as Komaeda collapsed against the door, his screams stopping suddenly.

Gundham and Sonia ran toward him. As they ran past, Sonia grabbed the object that had fallen from Komaeda’s pocket and realized it was an EpiPen.

Sonia and Gundham took their fair share of stings when they reached Komaeda, but the bees finally dispersed, satisfied with their retaliation. Komaeda was crumpled against the door, his face swollen and his eyes filled with fear. He clutched at his throat with thick fingers, gasping for air.

Gundham laid him out on the floor and pulled open the buttons on his shirt to reduce the constriction. Sonia jabbed the EpiPen into Komaeda’s thigh.

But there was no amount of medicine that could save him from the anger of an entire hive. Komaeda died with widened eyes and a slack jaw, a perfect rictus of fear.

[cookiesnt]

Mondo, Gundham, Fuyuhiko, Byakuya and Korekiyo seeing their little sister getting catcalled

tw / harassment, threats of violence

Here are some protective boys for you!

Mondo:

You were going for a walk with your brother.

It was a warm summer day, so you were wearing shorts and a tank top.

Now, Mondo may be a very protective brother, but he’s not the type of guy to tell you what you can and can’t wear.

“As long as nothing’s just hanging out, I don’t care whatcha wear.”

Besides, people usually don’t harass you, especially when he’s around.

Unfortunately, this plan isn’t always foolproof.

As you were walking to an ice cream shop, you noticed a couple guys your brother’s age hanging out in a car.

You ignored them at first, but then...

“Damn, babe! Wanna come over here and gimme some sugar?”

You tensed and looked up at Mondo.

He did not look happy.

But, he chose to be the bigger person and try to continue walking, this time with a firm grip on your hand.

“Aww, don’t be like that, babe! Leave that guy and come have fun with us!”

That was the last straw for Mondo. He let go of your hand and walked towards the car.

“You wanna say that sh*t to my face, you f*cking creeps?!”

The men froze, seemingly intimidated.

“Yeah, that’s what I f*cking thought. You so much as look in my baby sister’s direction again and I’ll ruin your goddamn lives, you hear me?!”

The men nodded, started their car, and drove off.

Mondo sighed and went back to you.

“You okay? I’m sorry you had to see that...”

“I...I’m okay. Just a little shaken up...”

He pulled you into a hug, which you reciprocated.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, kid. I promise.” He pulled away and wiped a stray tear from your cheeks. “Now, let’s go get that ice cream you like.”

Gundham:

You were making your way to an animal shelter with Gundham.

Apparently, they had just gotten in a very angry cat and needed his expertise.

You decided to tag along, since you had nothing better to do.

It was a beautiful day, so a lot of people were out.

That’s... not always a good thing.

You were about five minutes away from the shelter when you noticed a guy leaning on a building.

You walked passed him, focusing on getting to the shelter...

*whistle*

You turned around, surprised.

“Hey girl. Wanna leave that goth freak and come have some fun? I can show you a real good time.”

You whimpered and looked towards Gundham.

He took a deep breath before locking eyes with the man, clearly upset.

“How dare you say such things?!”

The man seemed surprised to be confronted and scolded, but Gundham wasn’t letting up.

“That is no way to speak to a lady, especially if that lady is my younger sibling!”

Gundham was getting very, very mad. It was rare to see him this upset.

It almost frightened you.

“Now, I suggest you be on your way, and never speak to anyone in that manner again. And if your dare threaten my dark princess, I will send you to hell myself!”

The man ran off in fear. Gundham turned to you with a worried expression.

“Are you alright,” he asked softly. You nodded.

“L-Let’s just get to the shelter...”

Concerned, he agreed, but he took your hand and held it with a tight grip in an attempt to comfort you.

It worked.

Fuyuhiko:

You were walking to a coffee shop to meet up with Fuyuhiko after school.

Peko had chosen to stay behind and study.

You didn’t get to hang out with Fuyuhiko much these days since he was in Hope’s Peak.

That’s why you were so eager to get to the shop. You missed your big brother.

As you skipped towards your destination, still in your school uniform, you heard someone calling something.

“Hey hot stuff!”

You didn’t see anyone else in the area. It was just you and some dude a bit older than your brother.

“A-Are you talking to me?” The guy nodded.

“Why not come over here for a little ride babe?”

You didn’t know how to respond. You usually had Fuyuhiko or someone to help you with this kinda thing.

You were about to answer, when out of literally nowhere...

“Hey bastard! Get the f*ck away from her!”

“Fuyuhiko?!”

He walked towards the scene and pulled you behind him.

“Seriously, chick? You’re gonna run off with boss baby over here?!”

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was seething with rage.

“Shut the f*ck up, scumbag! You’re lucky she’s too nice to let me tear out your eyeballs and shove ‘em down your throat!”

The man took a step back, dumbfounded.

“Now, I suggest you run off and never come anywhere near me or my little sister again, or everything I said will be more than just a threat! Now f*ck off!”

The man ran off in fear, leaving you with a very angry Fuyuhiko. He turned around, trying to calm himself.

“He didn’t do anything to you, did he?”

“No. You got here in time. Thank you.”

He sighed in relief.

“Let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and walked you to the coffee shop.

There was an obituary for the man in the paper 2 days later.

Byakuya:

You were at a meeting with your brother.

There were a couple big guys from other companies and you could tell a couple of them had been eyeing you up.

It wasn’t unusual, but it still sucked.

As close as you were with Byakuya, you never told him.

He’s not a bleeding heart.

While the meeting was on a break and Byakuya had left the room, you were filing some paperwork and trying to ignore the creeps in the room.

“Hey darlin’! Why not come over here, hmm?”

You sighed and tried to ignore their whispers and whistles.

“Aww, don’t be a bore, doll. Come on over and give us a little show!”

Now you were beyond uncomfortable. You’d even go as far as saying you felt unsafe.

“Repeat that.”

You turned to the door and noticed Byakuya with an angry expression.

“Oh! M-Mr. Togami! W-We were just-”

“Don’t talk. I’m sick of hearing you,” He said as he walked to your side.

“You will all be leaving now. This meeting is over.”

“B-But sir-”

“THIS MEETING IS OVER!” 

You had never heard Byakuya yell like that.

The men scrambled out of the room, leaving the two of you alone. Byakuya turned to you.

“How long?” You took a deep breath.

“Pretty much since I started working...”

He shook his head.

“If this ever happens again, notify me immediately.”

“I promise...”

Korekiyo:

You two were walking to the museum.

They had received some documents that they needed him to look at, and since you’re his ‘apprentice’, he brought you along with him.

He enjoyed spending time with you. He even called you his best friend.

For this reason, he was also very protective over you.

As you discussed potential findings, you briefly caught a glimpse of a man in an alleyway.

Slightly nervous, you stood closer to Kiyo.

He noticed and started walking faster.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.

“Hey baby! Why not let go of that freak and come with me? I can show you a good- Urk!”

He couldn’t finish his sentence before Kiyo grabbed him by the throat and pinned him to the wall of the alleyway.

Most of his face was concealed, but you could tell he was fuming.

His eyes said it all.

“I will stop you right their, sir.”

The man tried pulling your brother off his neck, failing.

“You will listen to me, and you will listen well. You will never, ever speak to anyone in that way ever again. Am I clear?”

The man nodded and tried to get away again.

“I have not finished. If you go anywhere even remotely near my sister ever again, I will tear out your nerves one by one.”

The man swallowed a lump in his throat, nodding again.

“Good.” Korekiyo let him go and watched with disgust and he scurried off like a mouse. Once he was sure the man was gone, he turned to you.

“Are you alright, my dear?” His eyes were filled with concern.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay...” He sighed and pulled you into a hug.

“I will always protect you, Y/n. That disgusting excuse of a human will never harm you again. I’ll make sure of it...”

[shslrose]

SDR2 Boys React to You Flinching

Nagito, Gundham, and Fuyuhiko react to you thinking that they were going to hit you.

Nagito Komaeda

Arguments with Nagito are few and far between, something which you are incredibly grateful for. You cared for him deeply, and he felt the same way about you. After arriving on Jabberwock Island, the two of you spent almost all of your time together. Even after his outburst at the first trial, you stayed by his side.

But, ever since the Funhouse, Nagito had been acting strange. You noticed it immediately, but every time you tried to bring it up, he just brushed you off. You decided you would bring it up again today, so you walked up to his cottage and knocked on the door. Wordlessly, he let you in and closed the door behind you. As you entered, you couldn’t help but notice how tense he seemed; he moved around stiffly, as though something were troubling him.

“Nagito, I’m worried about you,” you said, standing behind him, with no way of reading his expression. “Did something happen in the Octagon-”

“I never asked you to worry about me.” His voice was cold. 

“...Nagito?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently turning him towards you. He relaxed into your touch and turned to face you.

You looked into his eyes, and you found nothing but his pained stare aimed back at you. There was a sort of distance in his gaze, as though his mind was somewhere else entirely. Your hand slipped down to his arm as you tried to pull him closer and bring his attention back to the present. You had no way of knowing that right now, he was recalling the events of the Octagon.

Nagito held the Hope’s Peak Academy files in his hands. He turned the pages eagerly, but stopped dead in his tracks when he reached the end of the file and realised he never saw your profile.

Yours were the only one missing...

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned you, his voice calm and unwavering. He closed his eyes as he awaited your response, noting that your hand still rested on his arm. “T-tell you?” You asked. “Tell you what..?”

“That you’re the traitor, obviously.” He opened his eyes then, and you could see a crazed look in his stare. It was almost as if hope and despair swirled within his light eyes.

“What?” You exclaimed, taken aback by the accusation. “I’m not the traitor!”

A sigh of what seemed like annoyance left his pale lips. In one swift movement, he raised his right hand, intending to swat you away from his left arm.

He watched as your body tensed up and you closed your eyes as though you were bracing yourself.

“Y/N… did you… did you think that I…?” His voice was hardly stronger than a whisper, and he couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

A soft gasp left your lips. He sounded so hurt and a wave of guilt ran through you. You hadn’t meant to flinch, but when you saw him raise his hand, you just couldn’t help it. Overwhelmed by emotion, you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you cried softly, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to stop your tears. You felt Nagito wrap his arms around you, enveloping you into a warm hug.

“No, I’m sorry,” he countered, pulling you close. “I was tricked by Monokuma, he removed your profile from the file to make me suspect you. I was trying to test you to see if you were the traitor, but I took it too far and accidentally scared you. I really am the worst…”

You understood now: Monokuma had made him think you were the traitor, causing him to act cold and distant. When he accused you of being the traitor, it was because he wanted to see your reaction so he could confirm or deny it, but then he had accidentally scared you. 

“It’s alright,” you reassured him, leaning further into his embrace. 

“Y/N, I swear, I’ll never hurt you.”

In that moment, you felt safe in his arms.

Gundham Tanaka

“Abandon your overdependence and complaints this instant,” Gundham muttered, rolling his eyes. “Those have no place in this world.”

You took a second to think back to how you had gotten to this point. You had come to Gundham’s dorm to spend some time with him, when you found one of Sonia’s fancy pens on his desk. After you brought it up to him, he admitted that he had been studying with her the night before, at which point the two of you had quickly fallen into an intense argument.

“Overdependence?!” You laughed bitterly. “You’re the one who can’t seem to do anything without that stupid princess by your side!”

“Y/N, I’ve already told you, she is but a mere friend!”

“Don’t lie to me!” you shout. “She’s in love with you, it’s obvious! She’s always flirting with you and you never tell her to stop!”

He sighed as he tried to find the right words, but none would come out. You scoffed and turned away from him. He watched as your hips sway as you began to storm out of the room.

“Y/N, you understand nothing at all!” he called out to you, growing less calm with each word. He took a few steps towards you, intending to prevent you from leaving. 

“Just stop!” You shouted, as you turned to face him. “I’m done with this, so don’t bother chasing me!”

He threw his hand up in an act of frustration, and you felt a sudden fear that he would strike you. Without thinking, you closed your eyes, letting a quiet gasp leave your lips as you braced yourself. Confusion spread throughout Gundham’s mind as he watched you flinch away from him. His expression quickly softened as he realised he had scared you.

You opened your eyes, and he could see tears welling up in them. 

“Y/N...” he said your name softly. There was a gentle kindness in his voice as he spoke to you. “Know this: I shall never harm you. Even if it is our destiny to clash, even if my devilish temper flares…”

You threw yourself into his arms then, allowing him to envelop you in a warm embrace. “I know,” you cried quietly against his chest. 

“I...I love you, Y/N.” He declared boldly, his face reddening as he did so. 

“..?!” You couldn’t help but gasp at his words.

“I love you, and only you,” Gundham affirmed as he held you in his arms.

“I love you too, Gundham.”

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

It was nearly two in the morning, and your boyfriend, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, was still not home. He had left earlier that evening on some Yakuza business, saying he would be back before midnight, and so you grew more worried with each minute that passed. It was a dangerous, not to mention illegal, line of work, but he was dedicated to his family business. You couldn’t help but worry for his safety every time he left the house. 

You paced around your shared bedroom anxiously, a million thoughts racing through your mind. You were just beginning to consider calling his phone when you heard the doorknob turn.

Fuyuhiko walked in, and you let out a sigh of relief. You ran over to him, pulling into a hug.

“Fuyu~!” You exclaimed, making him blush at the use of the nickname. 

“I-I told you to stop calling me that..!” He scolded you, but you had a sneaking suspicion that he liked it. 

“I’m so glad you’re ok!” You admitted as you let go, releasing him from the embrace. You noticed that he smelled lightly of cherry blossoms.

“Tch, of course I’m okay,” he scoffed. “You didn’t need to wait up for me.”

“‘Of course I’m okay’?” You repeated back to him, narrowing your gaze as you did so. “What’s that supposed to mean? You said you’d be back by midnight and it’s nearly two in the-”

“Would you stop treating me like a damn kid!?” He spat angrily. “I said I’m fine, so just leave it alone.”

Even with you, he still had his outbursts sometimes. It’s late, you reasoned, he’s just tired or something.

“I’m not trying to treat you like a kid,” you tried to explain. “I was just worried about you, alright? You could have sent a text or something, I didn’t know if you were okay and I was starting to think something bad happened.”

“I never asked you to worry about me!” He snapped. “I’m not just some Yakuza, I’m the heir to my clan… I can take care of myself, so would you quit fucking worrying!”

“You’re not invincible, Fuyu!” You shouted, growing angrier. “I know that you’re strong, but that doesn’t mean everything is in your control!”

“So what, it’s in yours?!” He scoffed. “You obviously don’t think I can handle shit out there...You’re just like Peko, always treating me like a damn kid…!”

“Huh..?” You asked, confused. “Peko..what does she have to do with this?”

His eyes widened slightly at your question, and he quickly avoided it. “N-nothing! I was just.. Ugh, just forget it!”

“Okay.. look, I don’t want to argue with you,” you said softly, trying to diffuse the situation. “I’m just saying it’s hard for me when you just disappear without a text-”

“And what would a fucking text do?” He spat, ridiculing your suggestion without mercy. “What, tell you where to find my damn corpse? How fucking useless…Stop worrying all the damn time and just get over it!”

His words cut you deep, causing tears to well up in your eyes. You heard him let out a strained sigh. He raised his hand up to his head in an act of frustration. Your tears clouded your vision, and for a moment you thought he was going to strike you. Fear ran through your heart as you flinched and stumbled back a few steps, falling onto the bed behind you. 

“Y/N…? What the hell are you…?” His eyes widened with realization. “...! D-don’t tell me you… you thought I was going to…!”

You couldn’t even reply, the words choked up in your throat as tears rolled down your face. In an instant, he was kneeling in front of you.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking sorry,” he apologized profusely. “I...I..How could I have..fuck, I’m sorry.”

He sighed again before continuing, “It’s no excuse but… Peko got hurt tonight. She jumped in front of me, like I needed protecting or some shit… always treating me like a damn kid…”

“Is she alright?” You asked, immediately feeling concerned for his close friend.

“Yeah, she’s gonna be okay. The whole thing just had me on edge tonight, and I took it out on you.. That’s not okay, and I shouldn’t have yelled at you. And..I’m sorry for scaring you, I...I never want to make you worry like that again. I’ll work hard to earn your forgiveness, and your trust.”

“It’s alright, I forgive you,” You assured him that you forgave him, in order to repeat the events of the last time he kneeled during an apology (in which he ended up slitting his stomach). “I’m not scared of you.. It was just an instinct, I guess…”

“Still, I was wrong to yell at you like that,” he admitted, avoiding your gaze. 

“I told you, it's alright.” You assured him again, before giving him a teasing smile. “Now, will you finally come to bed with me, Fuyu~”

“I-I told you not to call me that, damnit!” His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, and his face was dusted pink. Still, he joined you, wrapping his arms around you as the two of you cuddled in bed.

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Read Part Two (Hajime, Kazuichi, and Izuru react to you flinching) here!

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a/n - thank you for reading this, oh and requests are open, so send some in!

[hopespeak-hs-hostclub]

Since I don't have an original idea maybe Gundham NSFW ABC's

Also if you do anon names can I be 🦎 anon? If not it's okay I just wanted to ask!

YES I LOVE TANAKA SO MUCH I planned on doing this anyway 🦎 anon so I’m DOWN! Also yes you’re officially my first anon with a name I love it! Welcome!!!

NSFW ABC’S : Gundham Tanaka 💖

A (Aftercare) Gundham is so sweet and loving after sex with you. The two of you always shower together, and while you’re getting dressed he’ll make the two of you hot tea, and put on a movie in bed so the two of you can just snuggle and drink tea all evening until one of you (usually you) fall asleep.

B (fave body part) ASS. GUNDHAM IS AN ASS MAN! He likes to grab it and smack it and kiss it and bite it. He’s a sucker for your ass.

C (cum) he’s literally the ultimate breeder. So naturally he cums inside of you every. Single. Time. And you love it of course.

D (dirty Secret) it’s no surprise that Gundham is a little old fashioned about things. Well, same goes for romance obviously. He hates sexting and sending nudes, but he loves writing you erotic notes and leaving them on your nightstand, or bathroom counter for you to see when you wake up/get home. Usually they include something about how he can’t wait for his dark beauty to come home so he can absolutely ravage them. Ya know, cute romantic stuff like that

E (experience) You’re his first and only! He’s very shy and doesn’t express himself well, so when you two finally started dating, you were his first everything. Relationship, sexual partner.. all of it. But he caught on quick and he’s damn good at it.

F (favorite Position) he actually prefers missionary because he wants to constantly be able to kiss you and be as connected and close as possible. But don’t think that’s the only one he loves. Gundham is also obsessed with fucking you doggy style. From that position he can pound into you as hard and deep and rough as he wants, and also don’t forget that he has a preference for your ass.

G = (Goofy?) a little bit. Since he’s only ever slept with you there’s always some errors that embarrass him, but make you giggle and kiss him. Which makes him do the same. It’s super cute and makes you both fall more in love with eachother. Also since he was a virgin before meeting you there’s lots of experimenting that makes you both a little embarrassed and laughing sometimes.

H = (Hair) He’s never fully shaved, but he does trim and groom himself regularly. He doesn’t mind what you do either way, because he loves you regardless.

I = (Intimacy) sex with Gundham can definitely be goofier, but it’s usually incredibly intimate. He wants to touch and bite and leave marks all over your entire body. He usually lights candles and on birthdays, holidays, or your anniversary, he also has some rose pedals because even though he’s an emo boy, he’s also super romantic. He doesn’t give his love to just anyone, so he’s gonna absolutely shower you with it.

J = (Jack Off) Before meeting you he would jack off all the time. Here lately not as much. But when you’re not able to come over, he’s not afraid to think about you and enjoy himself.

K = (Kink) well he has a breeding kink. But besides that, he also realized he liked overstimulation and orgasm deprivation- but not to you. He wants to be over stimulated. He wants you to do all of that to him. Even though he has a “I’m better than everyone” thing going on most of the time, in the bedroom he’s actually very submissive. He does take charge every now and again, but for the most part he wants you to dominate him.

L = (Location) mostly your apartment/ dorm. But for his birthday you got a romantic hotel room with a jacuzzi bath tub you fucked in more than once. You’ve also had sex in hot tubs, pools, tents in the woods while camping, and in his car at night on a cliff. As long as you’re alone and together he’s so happy.

M = ( Motivation) sit on his lap and whisper in his ear. “Hey my sexy prince of darkness” something like that. Kiss his neck. He’s going to m e l t. Anything you do that’s even remotely sexy is all it takes.

N = (NO) he doesn’t wanna do animal play. He won’t use a collar or leash or treat you like a pet. He loves you in a different way than his animals.

O = (Oral) as much as Gundham adores when you blow him, he almost always cums too quickly without meaning to, and usually tells you not to do it. He’ll always happily give you oral though. He loves making you feel so blissful with his mouth

P = (Pace) slow and long, but also deep and hard. He wants to be buried inside of you, but never want it to end.

Q = (Quickie) oh yes. Shower quickies, after work quickies, just because quickies, waiting for dinner to finish quickies. But he also loves to make an entire evening out of having sex with you.

R = (Risk) yes and frequently! As mentioned before he’s never gotten to experiment with sex or kinks before meeting you, so the two of you have tried a lot of stuff.

S = (Stamina) at most he cums 3 times, but usually just two within like and hour and a half of foreplay and sex. He likes orgasm deprivation remember? Wink wink

T = (toy) can’t say you two haven’t used any toys ever. You’ve both been handcuffed, whipped, blindfolded, and tied up

U = (Unfair) he doesn’t like teasing you at all. He always feels bad and gives in as soon as you start to beg him. But he fucking loves when you tease him. At first, becoming such a whimpering mess was embarrassing for him. But now he’s obsessed with it.

V = (Volume) He isn’t quiet by any means, but he’s not the loudest. Gundham’s voice is so deep that all of his moans, groans, and grunts are very very loud in your ears. He also screams when he talks without realizing it sometimes, so you can imagine he accidentally gets real loud sometimes.

W = (Weird fact) if you’re ever trying to get him horny, wear something sexy in the color black. As the true overlord of the underworld, he loves black, and he always thinks you look so sexy in it. Especially when you’re trying to be sexy.

X = (X-Ray) 9 and a half inches. hard. When he told you that you literally didn’t believe him and eventually made him measure for you and prove it. He knows how to work it too.

Y = (Yearning) he doesn’t just want to fuck you. He wants to make passionate love to you every night of his life. He’s grown addicted to your body, and you feel the exact same for him. That’s why you have so many quickies and long long nights together. Because you both crave each others touch so frequently.

Z = (ZZZ) as stated before he loves to make you two tea and watch a movie in bed. Typically the two of you watch half the movie, finish the tea, and pause it to take the dishes to the sink and use the restroom. Sometimes somebody makes a snack to enjoy in bed once you resume the movie, and cuddling. 9 times out of 10, you fall asleep first, on his shirtless chest, arms wrapped around him tight. Doing his best not to move, he turns the tv off and adjusts the two of you to lie down more; and he falls asleep holding you to his chest.

[cassirino]

Prompt : s/o is the ultimate! Singer, however they don't sing often as they're self conscious about how they sound, but their partner hears them sing.

(I'm new to writing hc/ficlets for dr so I'm so sorry if they're ooc at all 🥺)

Kokichi :

• deadass requests you sing careless whisper to him sooo many times as a joke but when you go "ight bet-" he's kinda shook.

• after connecting to the bluetooth you two share in your bedroom, you sing that one verse where it's like, "tonight the music seems so loud-" and he falls for you all over again.

• he's genuinely stunned at how gorgeous your singing voice is, and when you finish your verse he doesn't even realise he's grinning at you.

• "Oma? You there?" You giggle nervously as you gently tap his cheek, and kokichi just laughs.

• the trickster immediately feels bad for laughing when you pout and ask if you were really that bad.

• "noooo! darling you sounded so fucking good oh my lord! not good at singing my ass." he giggles and gives you a smooch. "and i'm not lying this time!" he smiles brightly and you cheer up, hugging him with a thank you.

Rantaro :

• he doesn't want to pressure you to sing, but assured you that, without even hearing your voice, you sounded absolutely wonderful.

• "darling, trust me when I say you are wonderful in every way-" "rantaro-" "and I love you so much-" "RANTARO-"

• will smother you with praise and smooches bc he's a supportive bf

• eventually, you sing for your shared anniversary with your boyfriend as you're getting ready to go on a dinner date with him and his family.

• you almost scream when you feel rantaro hug you tightly; not knowing he was there.

• "see! you can sing - i told you so!" he laughs, kissing your neck and cheek so many times.

• "I really cant, my voice is raspy and-" "HUSH! the only reason is that you didn't prepare your voice, however you still sounded so fucking delicious, I could-" "okay, that's enough of that."

• he holds it above your head the whole night, but you still love him.

Nagito :

• he was half asleep on your couch when you started singing idly whilst working on your homework.

• he honestly feels like he doesn't deserve to hear your voice but is so entranced by your talent.

• "my love, you sound beautiful!" he beams as soon as you go quiet to focus properly.

• jolting with surprise, you turn to him. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to wake you with all that, you probably don't wanna hear it." you frown.

• nagito shifts into overprotective mode instantly, insisting you are the best singer he's ever heard and assuring you that if you were comfortable with it he'd love to hear you sing more!

• "are you sure?" you pout. "absolutely! your talent is so incredible! i'm surprised trash like me is able to date you, let alone hear you-"

• you shut him up with a kiss and he smiles softly.

Kazuichi :

• he's deadass so shocked to hear you singing from the other room he drops his spanner on his foot.

• running through to where you were cleaning, he (accidentally) scares the life out of you when he yells. "YO YOU SOUND SO FUCKING COOL!"

• you're stunned into silence before he starts praising you and your face burns red.

• "it wasn't that good-" "babe I love you, but, shut the fuck up that was the most impressive note I've ever heard in my life oh my god-"

• this goes on for hours.

• when you're more comfortable with singing in front of him, kazuichi gets a serotonin spike every time you do.

• he'll even duet with you!

Gundham :

• You're singing his animals to sleep, and when the ultimate breeder hears you for himself, he's convinced you're a siren out for his heart despite you already having it.

• "my queen, you sound impeccable." he smiles, giving you a kiss on the cheek and your cheeks flush as you deny it.

• "my love, if I wasn't already madly in love with you, I would fall for you all over again."

• this comment silents you as you continue to tend to one of his Dark Divas, a soft smile on your face.

• he gives you another kiss before getting up and continuing with his daily chores.

Chiaki :

• chiaki is so stressed with a certain boss she has to defeat, so instead of getting too angry, she pauses the game and storms off to find you.

• you were sat on the couch, a random cartoon on in the background as you scrolled through your phone.

• chiaki huffed as she plopped down onto you, holding onto you tightly.

• "oh! hello there, softie. what's wrong?" you smile, putting your phone down to hug her back.

• "that boss is ass to fight." she pouted, and you assure her that you believed chiaki could do beat them.

• as your smol gf ranted about the game, you combed your fingers through her hair softly before handing chiaki her switch off the docking station, suggesting she played something else for a while.

• obliging, she opened animal crossing and listened to your heartbeat, slowly winding down.

• "is there anything else i can do to help, sweetheart?" you ask softly, "could you sing?"

• when chiaki looked up at you, you couldn't say no to her puppy dog eyes.

• so, you sang the chorus of her favourite song (which totally isn't no mercy by tlt) , kissing her forehead when she leans into you.

• "you sound so fucking goooood!" she giggles

• once calm, you make two mugs of hot chocolate as she wraps up in a blanket and happily avoids her taxes in animal crossing.

Junko :

• despite already knowing what your voice sounds like, she pretended she didn't.

• she still gives you so many compliments!!!

• she loves you so much that anyone that insults you will be executed 🥰

• she catches you singing to yourself and grins, tiptoeing behind you only to grab your shoulders and yell "boo!"

• you yelp, jumping out of her grip before relaxing as you see your girlfriend's mischievous face.

• you whine about how she scared you, but give her a hug.

• "babyyyy, you sound so fucking beautifullll!"

• like kaz, her praise goes on for so long.

• she likes to pester you, but loves it when you get flustered.

Fuyuhiko :

• you were alone as fuyu was away with work, so whilst cleaning up around the house.

• he had been away for three weeks, but that's just how his work goes.

• sure you're sad and worried, but you trust him and have faith that he's safe.

• idly singing to yourself whilst alone was a habit you had, so, whilst singing the chorus of your favourite song you kept working.

• "fucking hell babe, you should sing for me more often."

• you jump in surprise, but when you turn around to see fuyu leaning against the doorframe grinning at you.

• all embarrassment is lost as you quickly engulf him in a tight hug, giving his cheek plenty of kisses.

• "I missed you so much." "I can tell, fucking hell-"

• you help him with any bruises and scrapes he has, and keep smothering him in love.

• "alright, fucking hell, calm down. I've been away for longer than this calm down!"

• you're just happy your smol bf is home, despite him catching you singing to yourself.