#Kaitos smugness is endless

[zaziki1412]

Why didn't I repost this already? 😭

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[blackfeatherdragon]

III/Micheal Arclight for the Yugioh ask game please!

...Well, that was the obvious one, huh?

Why I like them/why I don’t: Michael cares so, so much about his family and Yuma! He's so intensely loyal and genuinely kind to those he cares about, but at the same time is perfectly capable of sharp tongued smugness towards his opponents and even outright murder if he thinks that's how he needs to protect his family.

What I like about their appearance: Gonna be real, I love that he's the definition of 'Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you'. Michael looks like a fluffy little cinnamon roll who fits into the Obligatory Good Member of the Villain Squad trope, but then you get blindsided by all his endless loyalty and willingness to do what it takes to protect his family No Matter What and the fact that no, Michael is just as much an Arclight as the rest of his family! : )

Do I prefer their dub names or original names? I honestly prefer III over Trey, 'III' conveys that Tron was using him (and his brothers) as his personal pawns much better than Trey does. After all, pawns don't need true names, only numbers.

OTP: Aztecshipping, of course! Yuma/III is so sweet and I love the protector/protectee vibes it has going on with III's sheer protectiveness and knight vibes.

(Like. I wrote a ship manifesto about Aztecship. You know I'm all in on Aztecship if I wrote an entire manifesto about it-)

NOTP: Any ship involving III and his family. I am just not into incest.

OT3: Hmmm...perhaps Michael/Yuma/Alit? I think Michael and Alit should have met in canon, and I think they could all be cute together.

Favourite card they use: Gotta be Chronomaly Atlandis! It's a lava volcano giant that's also Atlantis and also possibly Pompeii, if what Chaos Atlandis did to Tachyon Dragon is any indication!

(Also the fact that it tends to overwhelm or hurt Michael on summon (see: Michael getting overwhelmed when he summoned it during his Yuma duel, Michael deliberately causing himself intense pain to pull off the Chaos Atlandis summon when taking on Mizael) is sooooo emblematic of his self sacrificing nature. Michael will do whatever it takes for those he cares about-)

Favourite moment they were in: Geez. Fuck. He had so many good moments. His big duel against Yuma and all his pent up stress and desperation and envy and rage coming to light in all the worst ways. Michael chucking a sword at Mr. Heartland to protect Yuma. Michael and Chris taking on Mizael despite knowing they would die in the process, all to help Yuma and Kaito get their head starts. (And also Michael getting in some jabs at Mizael in the process. He knew he was never going to win but he was going to go down fighting. He was going to go out as a proud Arclight family member ;-; )

Least favourite moment: Probably that time period where he was in a coma because his crest yanked his soul. I know, he woke up, but the fact that Tron was going to just leave him like that up until Yuma convinced him otherwise...

[catgrump]

Hi! :) Your writing is great! I saw you have requests open, so are you okay with writing oumota with the dialog prompt "take a guess"? Thanks a lot

Hey there! I watched you going through my fics in my notifications all day the day you found me lmao I’m glad you like my work enough to send in a request!

This is some sort of College AU but it isn’t connected to the other Oumota College AU I’ve done

Also TW for smoking! Please don’t smoke; I just used it as a plot device!

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Kaito took another drag of his cigarette. He watched as the smoke drifted away in the chill of the October night.

He was alone on the balcony that overlooked nothing. Just an endless field of trees that separated the apartment building from the cul-de-sac on the other side.

He leaned back against the wall beside him and sighed, trying to block out the pounding music on the other side of the bricks. Why do I bother coming to these things? He thought

He put the cigarette back to his lips as the balcony’s glass door slid open. He quirked an eyebrow, surprised someone else wanted to escape.

A shorter guy dressed in all black and white burst through, and he looked like he was trying to catch his breath.

“Hey, you okay, man?” Kaito asked, tapping loose ashes over the railing

The guy looked surprised to see another person. It was blink and you’ll miss it: his face changed from scared and confused to cocky and... attempting to be alluring. “Better now that I know you’re out here, handsome,” he smirked

Kaito rolled his eyes. This guy isn’t necessarily his type on paper, as far as he can tell. He reached into his pocket to try and change the subject as he retrieved a small lighter, “You need a light or?”

“Take a guess,” the guy crossed his arms across his chest and tilted his head. This coy act is... not what Kaito was expecting when he decided to take a smoke break.

“How should I know?” Kaito bluntly asked

“Nope! I don’t smoke!” And he paused, then started batting his eyes, “Or do I???”

That somehow got a smile out of Kaito. He shook his head and leaned forward on the railing, feeling the cool of the metal through the fabric of his jacket. “I don’t know,” he started playing along, “DO you?”

“What do you think from just looking at me?” He asked

Kaito looked him up and down as the guy got closer. He has a flourish whenever he moves, but Kaito saw the guy’s fingers shaking. Interesting. “I think if you DO smoke, you need one right now,” Kaito told him before bringing his cigarette to his lips again

Kaito deliberately watched the guy stare at him as he took a drag. Oh, this is fun, Kaito thought, He’s into me, isn’t he?

To test the theory, as soon as he blew the smoke out toward the trees, Kaito looked back at the guy, made eye contact, and bounced his eyebrows. The guy smiled. Well, he hit on me basically as soon as he saw me, and he’s definitely been staring. Two strikes, Kaito thought

“You sure you’re good?” Kaito asked as the guy sat in one of the balcony‘s patio chairs and rested his head in his hands, “The only time I’m ever on a balcony during a party is to smoke, have a private conversation, get some air, or make out with someone, so—“

“I’d be down for the latter,” he practically sighed

“Dude,” Kaito couldn’t believe the audacity of this guy.

“What?”

“First of all, you’re avoiding the subject. Second of all, I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh so you’d be interested if you knew my name?” Alright, that’s strike three. He may not be Kaito’s type on paper, but he’s interested... and he’s kind of cute in an oddly charming way.

“Potentially,” Kaito almost scolded, “You gonna tell me your name?”

“What if I don’t have one?” He’s definitely teasing now

“Make one up,” Two can play at this game.

“It’s Kokichi.”

“Is it?”

“That’s the truth, I promise,” ‘Kokichi’ crossed his fingers over his heart as he said that

“So if I call you that, you won’t forget the fake name you gave me, right?” Kaito took another drag through a smile

“I won’t forget because it’s my real name,” alright, Kokichi it is, “Besides, I wanna hear what it sounds like coming from you.”

Kaito studied Kokichi again after releasing his smoke. He’s confident as all hell— especially for someone his size— but Kaito saw Kokichi’s foot tapping under the patio table. Is he confident or not? Or is he just trying to recover from whatever went on inside?

“You still haven’t answered my first question,” Kaito redirected the conversation, “You SURE you’re okay?”

“Oh, I was taught not to talk to strangers,” Kokichi was playing coy again, but Kaito was quickly learning how to throw it back at him.

“That’s funny; you’ve been doing a hell of a lot of talking so far, Kokichi,” he made sure to make eye contact when he said his name.

Kokichi’s head fell back as he groaned with satisfaction, then he fell right back into his palms, leaning forward and kicking his legs back and forth, “OH, that does sound nice—“

“What’s that?” Kaito was having fun toying with him now

“My name coming out of your mouth,” he smirked. Legs were still kicking, “I wonder if it would sound any different in my bedroom.”

“Alright, easy, Tiger,” Kaito rolled his eyes with a smile, “You don’t even know MY name.”

Kaito had to admit: that was a damn good line. ‘I wonder if it’ll sound different in my bedroom’. And he has to admit he was becoming more and more intrigued the more he talked with him. He’s learning so much and yet so little about this guy.

“There’s something about kissing a stranger that’s a bit more... passionate; wouldn’t you agree?” How was Kokichi so good at this?

“Oh so kissing strangers is fine, but talking to strangers is where you draw the line?” Kaito asked as he left the railing, and leaned a hand on the patio table, looking down at Kokichi just about a foot from his face

“I never said I did what I was told,” Kokichi whispered with an irresistible smug smile

Alright, this is suddenly hot. It was fun to flirt with this guy and mess with him but now, things are sexy. Kokichi was batting his eyes and Kaito bit his lip. Am I actually...? He thought, glancing down at Kokichi’s lips briefly, then chuckling to himself

“You can tell me your name, if you want—“ Kokichi started to speak again, but Kaito made his decision

He snuffed out the cigarette and stepped closer, then brought the hand that was still warm from the cig to Kokichi’s face, which made Kokichi instantly stand up.

Kaito heard fingers tapping on the table, and glanced down to see that Kokichi was tapping out sporadic rhythms on the glass. He put his own hand on Kokichi’s to make it calm down as he slowly leaned down to kiss him.

He was right. There IS something more passionate about kissing a stranger. There’s something about just giving in to carnal desire with someone you have no specific attachment to that’s incredibly hot. It was easier to move forward quickly when you aren’t worried about what this person thinks of you, because you already know they’re attracted to you and that’s all that matters right now.

As Kaito bit Kokichi’s lower lip, Kokichi let out a soft moan disguised as disgust, “You taste like nicotine.”

“You love it; don’t lie to me,” Kaito whispered in a low voice against Kokichi’s ear, feeling him shudder in his arms

Kokichi responded by moving Kaito’s face back to him so they could continue to kiss with aggression and determination.

Their hands moved all across each other’s chests, necks, waists, hips, backs, gripping fabric in their fists and breathing grunts against each other

As much as Kaito wanted more, he thought of a better way he could leave an impression.

He broke away, pulled a loose receipt and a pen out of his pocket, wrote down his phone number and said, “It’s Kaito, by the way,” before going back inside.

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Prompt from This List

[dangan-imagines-drive-thru]

V3 Boys with a crush that uses cheesy pick-up lines

My first imagine! I’m probably going to get too invested in this.

Have a great day!

-Mod Maki

V3 Boys with a crush that uses cheesy pick-up lines

Shuichi

No matter how hard Shuichi tried, he couldn’t hide his crush on you

Just you being next to him was enough to make him as red as Himiko’s hair

So when you did, eventually, find out, you made sure to fluster him at every possibility

“Oh, h-hi, S/O. I didn’t see you there.”

“For some reason, I was feeling a little off today. But when you came along, you definitely turned me on.”

“W-what?! S-S/O, w-what are you-”

“Is there an airport nearby or is it my heart taking off?”

“H-huh?”

Shuichi.exe has stopped working

Satisfied with your work, you leave Shuichi with a kiss on the cheek and a light blush on yours

S/O uses FLIRT

It was SUPER EFFECTIVE

Rantaro

Rantaro would always unintentionally flirt with you. It would annoy you as he didn’t know he was doing it and was completely oblivious as to how flustered you were

So it was inevitable that you would get him back one day

That day being today

Rantaro was hanging out in the library, reading a book about avocados.

He was getting to the big plot twist where the avocado gets turned in to guacamole-

Sorry, I just spoiled the book for you

You just so happened to spot the matcha haired boy reading said book peacefully, it would be a shame if someone were to-

“HEY, RANTARO!”

Rantaro was a bit surprised to see you standing in the doorway of the library, interrupting his reading time

He was happy to see you nonetheless

“Hey, S/O.”

You decided that this would be the perfect time to use the pick-up lines that you spent your free time googling

“What’s up, S/O?”

“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”

Rantaro is confusion

“There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can’t take them off you.”

You feel a sense of satisfaction once you see his cheeks turn red

The feeling doesn’t last long, however, as he starts firing pick-up lines back

“I don’t have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out?”

Did... Did hE JUST...?

Kokichi

Every day at 4:20pm sharp Kokichi would try to get a date with you by using the cheesiest pick-up lines and hoping that they would win your heart

EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

Of course he would always play it off as a joke after he gained a reaction from you

He never asked you out directly, just endless pick-up lines

You weren’t oblivious, you knew that he liked you but you were waiting to get him back

You had spent the entire night googling pick-up lines that was sure to make him flustered

If they don’t work then he’ll never let you hear the end of it

That afternoon, Kokichi makes his way over to you, as usual, and you were trying your best to act normal

He probably saw that you were up to something and was cautious when speaking

“Hey, S/O, watcha up to?”

“ Y-you must have the power to change gravity because you knocked me o-off my feet.”

Kokichi stares at you for a few moments with an unreadable expression

You worry you’ve made him uncomfortable until he breaks out in laughter

You look down, ashamed and embarrassed

When Kokichi sees your expression, he calms down from his fit off laughter but is still smiling brightly with blush on his cheeks

“S/O, I didn’t know that you thought so highly of me!”

The blush covering your cheeks intensify as Kokichi’s smile widens

“Y’know, if you liked me so much you could have just said something!”

He kisses you on the cheek before walking off in a fit of giggles and his face flushed red

S/O.exe has stopped working

Kiibo

The poor robot decided to ask you what pick-up lines were

“Hey, S/O, what is a ‘pick-up line’?”

You have been waiting for this moment your entire life

You ask if he would prefer it if you showed him

Now he’s scared

You have to assure him that it isn’t anything bad and then the chaos begins

He doesn’t understand at all

“Are you a keyboard? Because you’re-”

“Is that a robophobic comment?! S/O, you know I’m not a keyboard!”

Kiibo nO

You try again

“Your hand looks heavy can i hold it for you?”

Kiibo pUT YOUR HAND BACK ON

You decide to stop before Kiibo is fully dismembered but Kiibo is disappointed that he still couldn’t understand pick-up lines even after this *ahem* ‘enlightening conversation’

You tell him that you’ll try again tomorrow

Kaito

He thinks that he is amazing at using pick-up lines but he always gets them wrong

“Was your father a thief? ‘Cause someone stole the sky from the stars and... WAIT-”

This goes on for a while because he has forgotten all the pick-up lines he had googled the night before

One day you see him coming up to you with the smug face he does when he has a new pick-up line to show you

So you say one first

“Hey, S/O, do you-”

“If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d have a galaxy in my hand.”

Kaito is shook

“Wow, S/O, if you do that more often you’ll be nearly as good as me!”

You think that you have distracted him from his own line, until...

“Oh, yeah! As I was saying, S/O, do you-”

Well, that didn’t work

But you do get to catch him off guard every once in a while with a pick-up line or two

You just wont ever get him to stop

Ever

Korekiyo

Korekiyo was being his usual weird self and having a looong conversation with you about random anthropology stories

Normally they are quite interesting and keep you entertained when you have nothing better to do but this one was quite long and boring and seemed to go on forever

You didn’t want to stop him though, as he seemed to be enjoying himself

Then, you had an idea

“Can I follow you home? Cause my parents always told me to follow my dreams.”

Korekiyo stopped and stared at the ground while you were still awaiting a repsonse

You start to worry for a moment when you hear Kiyo mumble something under his breath

“Humanity is so beautiful...”

You think it was a compliment...?

But you’re not really sure

Gonta

Miu had dared you to use a pick-up line on Gonta

Considering this is Miu, this is very mild for her and you are lucky she didn’t go further

Deciding to go before she changed her mind, you ran off to find him

He was with Kokichi having no idea he was helping the short gremlin boy pull off a prank

Of course he was...

You can’t do it with Kokichi there, he will make fun of the poor boy

...and you

So you tried to wait until Kokichi left

Key word: tried

At some point, Kokichi had caught you waiting and had called you over

Kokichi why?

That was when Gonta had saw you

“Oh, hi, S/O!”

Miu was getting tired of waiting and you were getting annoyed with the smug look on Kokichi’s face

So you made your way over to Gonta with little confidence showing

“ A-are you Netflix? Because I-I could watch y-you for hours.”

“No, Gonta is Gonta.”

Miu was laughing her ass off and Kokichi was stifling his laughter

With any confidence you had shattered, you walked back dejectedly

Kokichi whispered something to Gonta

“S/O!”

You turned to see Kokichi nearly exploding from holding in laughter and Gonta with a serious look on his face

“Did it hurt when S/O fell from the vending machine? Because S/O looks like a snack.”

Kokichi, whAT DID YOU DO?

Ryoma

Ryoma never really showed much emotion towards anything so today you have a bunch of pick-up lines prepared to try and get him to smile

You found Ryoma by himself in the gym and decided that it was the perfect time to try out those pick-up lines

“Ryoma!”

“Hey, S/O.”

You frowned at his tired tone and sighed

Suddenly, you perked up and remembered one of the pick-up lines you found particularly cute

“Hey, you’re pretty and I’m cute. Together we’d be Pretty Cute.”

Ryoma’s eyes widened for a moment before he grinned slightly

You noticed this and tried another one

“I was wondering if you had an extra heart. Mine was just stolen.”

At this point, he was fully smiling, a rare sight to see on Ryoma

You felt proud that you were able to grace him with that smile and smiled back

“Thanks, S/O, I needed that.”

[storymage-danganronpa]

Kaito Momota and Kaede Akamatsu with an S/o Who is Bullied by a Teacher

Kaito Momota

It was just like any other day of school. A day of endless work that the teachers deemed as "important."

It was no surprise to anyone that Kaito’s favorite part of the day was when school ended. He loved to pick up his s/o from their classroom so he could walk them home. Sometimes literally, only to scare or surprise them.

Today was a bit different.

…

“(Y/n), I must speak with you before you leave.” Your teacher was agitated.

You listened to your teacher and stayed behind to speak with them. Kaito would know where to find you if you were lingering in the class for too long.

“What is this?” Your teacher held a variety of papers that all had a failing grade. Each coming from your worst subject.

“My classwork…”

The teacher sighed in irritation. “How many times am I going to have to do this, (Y/n)?”

“I really do try! It's just hard to-”

Slap

“Why are you such an idiot?!” The teacher grabbed you by your neck and pulled you close to their face. “I don't understand how you made it this far, you dumbass!”

Their grip tightened, making your eyes water slightly. “Stop…" The teacher's hand raised, making you flinch.

Then they suddenly disappeared.

Was it magic?

Kaito was standing over your teacher and it seemed as if he was a different person all together. It frightened you. This wasn't the Kaito Momota you knew.

“What do you think you're doing?!” Kaito’s voice boomed angrily. He was ready to attack.

You grabbed his arm to pull him away. “No, Kaito. It's okay. Let's just go.”

You pulled your boyfriend out the classroom, before he had done something irrational.

He was always thinking with that big heart of his.

“(Y/n), why did you do that?”

You just shook their head as more tears stung your eyes. “It’s fine, Kaito.”

Instead of replying back, Kaito placed his signature jacket over your head and pulled you in for a big hug.

There was just an overwhelming feeling of warmth.

A warmth that could only be described as love and affection.

This feeling only brought tears to your eyes once more.

As you wrapped your arms around Kaito, you smiled happily.

How did I get such a wonderful boyfriend?

“(Y/n).”

“Yeah?”

“If your teacher ever does that again... tell me. Okay?”

You peeked out from Kaito’s jacket, revealing a smile.

“Okay.”

Kaito smiles. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The two of you share a kiss within comfort and love.

Kaede Akamatsu

“Who can answer this question for us?” The teacher wrote down a polynomial division problem on the board before turning to the class. “Anyone? No? Okay, how about... (Y/n).”

At the call of your name, you looked up from the worksheet you were working on. You awkwardly stood up and made your way towards the board where the jumble of numbers and ‘x’s were.

You looked back towards the class to look for your “relaxer.” Specifically, your girlfriend.

Kaede noticed from her seat and almost immediately smiled, mouthing “You can do it.”

Smiling to yourself, you started on the question with newfound confidence that was given to you by your caring girlfriend.

After a bit of working out the problem you stepped away from the board, proud.

That feeling wasn't there for long.

“Are you kidding me?”

That feeling drained faster than you could say “Der Flohwalzer.”

“Um... Excuse me?”

“You're… not joking.” The teacher sighed. “Why did I think picking the idiot of the class was a good idea?”

Snickers and giggles were heard throughout the classroom, which only made your heart sink.

“I don't understand why you don't just you don't just drop out now. Just save yourself the embarrassment and go, (Y/n).”

Tears stung your eyes and you went to leave the class, trying to ignore the smug smirk the teacher wore.

A chair scraped against the floor.

“W-wait!” Everybody turned to the owner of the voice, Kaede. “They did just fine! All they did was miswrite the numbers.”

The teacher scoffed. “Akamatsu, sit down. This doesn't involve you.”

Kaede’s face contorted in aggravation. “Yes it does! That's my s/o.”

“Akamatsu-”

Kaede crossed her arms, her cheeks turning rosy in anger. “You don't do this for anyone else when they mess up.”

The teacher huffed in annoyance. “Kaede Akamatsu! Get out of my classroom and take your idiotic s/o with you!”

Kaede let out her own huff before stomping out, grabbing your hand in the process.

Instead of going to the Director's office where you should be going, the two of you just walked leisurely through the halls, hand in hand.

It was quiet.

Suddenly, you busted out laughing, catching Kaede by surprise.

“W-why are you laughing?”

You only smiled lovingly. “You look so cute when you get mad.”

“Waaah. (F/n)!” Kaede’s cheeks started to turn red.

“Your cheeks get all red and you have this cute pout.”

“Geez.”

You smiled wider as you gave Kaede’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I appreciate what you did back there.”

She smiled and leans forward to place a gentle kiss upon your cheek.

“I couldn't just sit there. I had to do something.”

You leaned forward, kissing Kaede gently.

“I love you so much, Kaede.”

“I love you too, (Y/n).”

[paipayaseeds]

The moment she lowered the weapon, she felt the tension in the room slowly reduce. She kept her eyes on Kokichi’s face, noting with interest how soft his eyes looked and how he was making nervous motions with his hand. She correctly guessed that her decisive action had both unnerved and frightened him. In a strange way, this only strengthened her belief in his true intentions.

Directly after her episode, the only thing that could be heard was an agonized coughing. She looked around in alarm in search of the troubling noise and caught sight of Kaito, doubled over on the floor with the remainder of his dinner in front of him. She frowned, wondering if it was as a result of her rash bluff or one of the strange maladies she’d briefly seen him suffering from. He always brushed it off but Kaito wasn’t particularly good at lying and she could read the deception on his face. Still, she hadn’t pushed it and instead opted to observe him more closely. Now though, she wondered if she had made the right decision.

She was brought back to the present when Kokichi started to speak again, his voice strident and brash as he brought their attention to the weapons he’d brought with him. She gazed at his ill gotten treasure trove, doubtfully examining the oversized hammers and other weapons he had obtained.

Her eyes widened when she heard where he had located the cache and she gave Shuichi a pointed look. She had been correct in assuming that Miu’s lab was one of Kokichi’s stops. She wondered how he had managed to get in and when he had commissioned the inventor. Apparently their tentative partnership hadn’t worked out in the end and she shuddered when thought of Miu’s murder. Glancing back at Kokichi, she wondered when their relationship had soured and why.

It was no use wondering about that now. They were at a pivotal point in their captivity, this fight would determine whether they would escape for, this hellhole or die until only two were left standing. The pressure of the situation wasn’t lost on her and her heart sped up at the possibilities and tragedies that could unfold. The thought gave her a headache which made her even more aware of the residual pain in her ear. She rubbed it absently as she listened to Kokichi’s further explanations.

She had to roll her eyes when she heard the little leader pestering K1B0 though. Right from the beginning, he seemed to take endless pleasure in teasing the robot. Well, it was nice to see some things hadn’t changed.

She suddenly sensed the ghost of a presence and whipped her head around. Kokichi had somehow managed to worm his way to where she was and now had his hand hovering just above her shoulder. She unconsciously bit her lip and met his gaze with gentle eyes. She wanted to reach out and take his hand but she hesitated, wondering if he would reject her caress now that they were around their peers.

She caught the blank look Kokichi gave in reply to Maki’s accusation and frowned. She had seen that expression before many times. Having a feeling of just what that look represented, she felt the need to defend him.

“Maki, you’re not being fair,” she protested “Kokichi went through all this trouble to get us these things so the least we could do is give him the benefit of a doubt.”

Gazing around at their ragtag group beseechingly, she said, “We need to get moving if we’re gonna do this. And Kaito said that we needed everyone in on this. So can we please get back to prepping?”

Kokichi almost mockingly at Maki, as if to say, ‘Haha, I win.’ to her with a smirk. Though despite the childish reaction; it was only a ruse to hide his true conflicted shock he had felt from the girl. Pinching his leg unnoticeably to rid himself of any unneeded feelings, he nodded furiously, “Listen to S/o!”

“Oh! And before you guys go fight Monokuma, or whatever- I forgot to mention something. Miu didn’t only make the Electro-hammers,” Kokichi tossed the bomb up again, a cheeky grin adorning his face, “She also made this old thing!” Kokichi explained the mechanisms of them with specific detailing, you know, like a nerd. “Once I pull this little thing,” He pointed at the top of the bomb, “For two hours, all electronic devices within 50 yards will be 100% disabled!

“Oh but, she only made three so I gotta use em sparingly. You guys’ll have to stick with the hammers, I guess.” Kokichi shrugged, positioning his arms behind his head.

“W-what makes you think we’ll even use the hammers?” K1B0 seemed a bit nervous to use it, especially after Kokichi’s detailed description of how the bombs disable machines so quickly like that.

“Did you not hear what S/o said? I went through all this trouble, you know! Just so I could make sure you guys could win! NIshishi!” Kokichi gestured to S/o with a smug grin, “And! The Electro-hammers can even help you guys go through the underground tunnel, you know. Just smack smack smack those electric traps, and boom! You’ve escaped.” The boy made it sound so easy.

“Well anyway! I’ll let you guys talk it over, you guys have S/o and... Kaito to help lead you to victory, right? Nishishi! I’ll get out of your way!” Kokichi turned on his heel, footsteps squeaking from the weird material of his shoes. “Well then, good luck!”

(i watched gameplay to make sure this was accurate, so if it sounds like its super copy-pasted, that's because it half is-)

[golden-redhead]

Oumota Week 2019 - Day #4 || Fake Dating

Summary: Kaito tries to do the right thing. It backfires. Kind of. 

Read on AO3. 

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It’s a day like any other typical day, the sun shining over people’s heads, trees throwing long shadows over the pavement, birds twittering charmingly and everything seems to go just as it’s supposed to do. That is, of course, until Momota enters a coffee shop he had a habit of visiting after his classes when he was in a desperate need of some caffeine in his system and all and any traces of normalcy go out of the window with the speed of a soaring bullet.

He pushes the door of the coffee shop open, breathing in the rich scent of freshly ground coffee and sweet pastries which were lined up behind the glass. He taps his shoulder bag where it rests against his hip, feeling the hard covers of his books poking out through the thick material. Nothing like studying in his favorite coffee shop. He had approximately three hours before he had to leave for his training session with Shuichi and Harumaki and with finals quickly approaching he had no time to waste. 

He heads for the counter, not sparing even a single glance at the menu, knowing exactly what he wants based off the many times he’s been here before. He’s about to order but just as he opens his mouth to do so, he gets distracted by the hushed voices of two girls huddled behind the counter, partly obscured by the display of muffins and decorative mugs with motivational slogans that sound just like something out of Momota’s endless stock of inspirational speeches reserved for his sidekicks and anyone who would listen.  

“Poor guy,” one of them shakes her head solemnly, the long ponytail bouncing around her shoulders with every shake. “He’s been here for over an hour now…”

“I know,” the other girl sighs in agreement, biting her lip with visible distress. “I feel so bad for him. This is so unfair. I wish we could do something, you know.” 

She looks sympathetically over Momota’s shoulder, staring at someone behind his back. Curious, he turns his head, following her gaze over the heads of all the other customers seated in the small coffee shop until at last it lands on a suspiciously familiar nest of dark, nearly black hair, tainted with little specks of purple at the tips. 

“Oh,” he exhales, eyes going round and wide when the sight finally registers. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”

Kokichi Ouma got… stood up? 

Momota’s brows screw in a surprised scowl as his brain goes into an overdrive, trying to make some sense out of the scene before him. 

It’s somewhat bizarre to see Ouma in a non-school habitat, his clown-like costume replaced by a black shirt adorned with little white buttons that makes him look uncharacteristically fancy when compared to his everyday clothes. He occupies a small round table and steals occasional glances at the wall hanging on the wall opposite of him and at the door, his childlike face pulled in a frown that looks weirdly out of place on him. Or maybe Momota is just too used to his shit-eating grins.

He and Ouma never really got along well but it doesn’t change the fact that he still feels a painful tug at his heart when he thinks about how shitty it must feel to get stood up in a public place by some asshole with no common courtesy or manners. 

The girls at the counter continue to talk but their voices fade into an indistinguishable murmur as he tries to process this new piece of information.

No matter what there was between him and Ouma, the guy certainly didn’t deserve to be stood up like that. As much as Maki insisted that the little gremlin has no heart to speak of  Momota finds this theory very unlikely, especially from the scientific point of view. 

Besides, Ouma or not, he’s a hero. 

He’s Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars! He won’t let anyone be pitied like that.  

With a new-found resolve, he turns to the two girls and beams at them, interrupting their discussion as if he’s been a part of it from the start, not even bothering to pretend he hasn’t been eavesdropping.

“Oh, this guy?” he asks with pretend nonchalance, gesturing to Ouma with his thumb, his voice booming over the quiet noise of the conversations and machines of the coffee shop, startling both girls. “I’m with him.”

One of the girls stares at him with something that could only be described as stunned scepticism, visibly taken aback by the sudden interruption, but the other girl’s eyes grow wide and she turns to stare at him, hopeful. “Eh? Really?”

“Really,” Momota beams at her, “I am a bit late ‘cause I had to help my grandparents but I’m here now.”

The girl seems to be so overwhelmed with happiness that she bounces in place and clasps her hands happily, forgetting herself momentarily. 

“Oh, thank goodness,” she lets out a small giggle and then seems to remember that she’s talking to a customer. “Ah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t… I don’t…I’m so sorry, it’s none of my business,” she stammers, a bright blush flaming her cheeks as she raises her eyes, looking at him bashfully. 

Momota waves his hand dismissively, smiling at her encouragingly. “Nah, don’t worry about that.”

“It’s just… I was stood up once,” she confesses quietly, her voice dropping to a quiet hush, barely above a whisper. Her face scrunches up in discomfort at the memory. “I… I never want to go through something like that. So when I saw your date I felt really sorry for him. I even thought about bringing him some cake. On the house, of course.”

Momota almost protests when she refers to Ouma as his date but manages to bite his tongue in time, masking the grimace of pain with a shaky smile, one that the girl hesitantly reciprocates. 

“No worries,” he reassures her confidently. “It just means your heart is in the right place!”

The waitress fidgets nervously, blushing harder. She reminds him of Shuichi from their early days at the Academy.

“Oh… Um, if you say so?”

“Anyways, I’ll just have some coffee and then I’m gonna join him.”

He places his order and moments later he marches through the length of the coffee shop, mug in hand and a grin plastered on his face.

“Hey,” he greets Ouma unceremoniously once he finally reaches his table and then plops on the chair across from Ouma without waiting for a response. With one quick glance to confirm that no one’s listening, he leans in closer, voice dropping conspiratorially: “Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered. The girls at the counter said you got stood up, so I told them I’m with you. No need to thank me.”

Now, Momota knew that technically Ouma never asked for his help but he still feels perfectly justified when instead of expressing his undying gratitude, Ouma lets out a loud overly dramatic sigh and drums his fingers on the table, nose wrinkling in irritation. 

“Of course Momota-chan would ruin my plans,” he complains grumpily, shooting him the dirtiest glare and slumping in his chair with a deep pout.

“Uh…” Momota blinks at him dumbly. “What?” 

“Nothing, Momota-chan. You’ve done enough.”

“What the hell, dude? I’m doing you a favour here!”

“My hero,” replies Ouma dryly. 

Momota huffs through his nose, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the small plastic chair that squeaks beneath his weight in response.

“Seriously, what’s your deal? I just tried to be a nice fucking person.”

“Your favour means no dessert for me,” Ouma sniffs loudly, wiping his nose in the long sleeves of his shirt, an action that makes Momota shudder in disgust. “And I was reaaally looking forward to it, too!”

The astronaut’s frown deepens, lips pressed together in a thin line. “The hell are you talking about?”

“I wanted that dessert, Momota-chan!” wails Ouma, slamming his small fists against the table. Briefly, Momota thinks that it’s hard to take him seriously when he acts like a child throwing a goddamn tantrum over a piece of cake that’s probably not even as good as it looks on the promotional picture.

And then it finally clicks.

“Wait...” he starts carefully, the realization dawning on him slowly. He directs an incredulous stare at Ouma. “Wait, so what you’re trying to say is that you pretended to be stood up on just to make those girls at the counter feel sorry for you and get… a free cake?!”

Ouma pouts, jerking his head in a quick nod. 

“You deprived me of my dessert so now you have to pay the highest price. I’ve already contacted my assassins and they are getting ready for an ambush as we speak. I’d say bye to my loved ones if I was you. Oh, wait,” he pauses for a second, eyes growing theatrically wide as if he’s just realized something and then he giggles gleefully, batting his eyelashes at his classmate flirtatiously. “You have no loved ones. Wow, tough life, Momo-chan.”

Momota throws his arms out into the air in a giving up gesture, a deep scowl etched on his features. “Fine! I’ll buy you that damn dessert, geez.” 

The tears vanish from Ouma’s eyes as if they were never there and he tilts his head to the side, blinking at Momota innocently.

“Ooohh? Momota-chan will buy me a cake?”

“Yes, Mo-mo-ta-kun will buy you a cake! If that’s what it takes to shut you up then I’m gonna get you that stupid cake.” Momota reaches for his wallet and wrestles it out from his bag and then strides to the counter without another word. Minutes later he’s back with his order, a considerable piece of strawberry cheesecake, mousse flowing down the delicate cake, little strawberries perched on top of it.

With a smug expression he puts it right before Ouma. “Happy now?”

Ouma’s eyes gleam on the other side of the small round table, transfixed on the sugary treat before him as if it’s some kind of insatiable rarity and not one of the most common cakes that you can buy at literally every corner. He reaches out for the dessert greedily, pulling the small plate closer impatiently. With an almost devout caution he cuts into the cake using his fork. However, before he could bite into it, he squints at Momota suspiciously, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“How can I know that you didn’t poison it?”

“Oh, for god’s sake,” Momota snaps at him, no longer in the mood to entertain Ouma’s nonsense. “Eat the goddamn cake, you asshole!”

“Nishishi, now I know that you poisoned it,” informs him Ouma cheerfully and finally takes a bite, shoving it into his awaiting mouth with so much force that Momota winces at the sound of his teeth clinking against the fork. He swallows it all at once, too, a pleased expression dawning over his face. Momota’s pretty sure he didn’t even taste it. 

“So?” he asks after a moment, letting Ouma take another bite and eyeing him curiously. ”How is it?”

Ouma’s busy stuffing his mouth with more cake but he pauses to look up at him, swallowing the piece already in his mouth and smacking his lips obnoxiously. He gives him a small shrug.

“Eh. Could have been better.” 

“What?! Come on, you are practically gonna choke if you keep up eating like that and you tell me that it could have been better?” 

“That’s exactly what I said, Momota-chan,” observes Ouma, amused.

Momota grits his teeth and without thinking reaches out to grab Ouma’s arm, fingers wrapping around his thin wrist.

“Hey! Eww, Momota-chan, keep your dirty gross hands away from me.”

Ouma’s protests fall on deaf ears. Momota simply pulls his hand closer over the table and directs his fork to his mouth, stealing a bite of his cake. 

“Hmm,” muses Momota, swallowing, the sugary taste spilling over his tongue. Maybe a bit too sweet, he decides eventually, but it’s not bad. 

Not bad at all. 

“You’re just acting like a little shit, it’s really goo— Uh. Ouma? What is it?”

He stops mid-sentence when he catches sight of Ouma’s expression, his dusted with an angry blush pink cheeks and glassy, unblinking eyes, staring at Momota in mute surprise. 

“Ouma?”

Before he could respond, a new voice chimes in.

“Um… excuse me?”

Momota raises his gaze only to see the girl from before.

“I’m so sorry for interrupting, I just wanted to say that you’re a lovely couple,” declares the girl, pulling the tray closer to her chest and averting her gaze shyly. 

“Oh?” Asks Ouma sweetly, finally snapping out of whatever trance he was under seconds before her arrival and raising one of his eyebrows in a perfect arch. There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes and when he reaches out his arm over the table to intertwine their fingers together, Momota briefly realizes that he’s never been more scared in his life. “We are, aren’t we?”

The girl nods her head enthusiastically. 

“Again, I’m sorry for disturbing you. I hope you enjoyed our cake? I’ve seen you share it.”

Ouma flashes her a brilliant smile, the one Momota’s seen way too many people fall for before, blissfully unaware that beneath his inconspicuous mask lies a ruthless monster that’ll stop at nothing to get whatever he wants. 

“Oh, it was absolutely delightful,” his voice drips sugar. “Best cake we ever had, isn’t that right, Momota-chan?”

Momota fidgets in his seat. “Uh.. yeah, sure. What he said.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Enjoy your cake.”

The girl graces them with one last warm smile, bowing quickly before she hurries back to the counter. 

“Momota-chan really is cruel.”

Momota scowls, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling defensive. “The hell are you talking about, dude?”

“Lying to this poor girl,” Ouma licks his fork, cleaning it from the traces of cake frosting. “I bet it’d break her heart if she knew we���re not a thing.”

“Oh, shut up. I really hope you at least enjoyed that damn cake ‘cuz I definitely didn’t sign up for that.”

“Eh, I told ya already. It’s fine. A free one still would have been better, though.”

“Oh my… oh my GOD! Are you seriously still gonna b—What the hell is wrong with you, dude? I paid for it!”

Ouma nods his head vigorously, planting his hands at the back of his head and sending Momota a shit-eating grin that never fails to make his blood boil. He doesn’t know why he even still bothers with coffee when he can always count on Ouma raising his blood pressure. “Exactly! I don’t need anything paid by Momo-chan’s dirty money.”

“Great ‘cause I’m not planning to spend even a cent more on you, ever!”

“Then I guess I can keep it, right?” questions Ouma, pulling something out from under the table. ��Maybe Momota-chan isn’t as useless as I thought.”

It takes him a second too long to realize that what he’s waving before his eyes tauntingly is his own wallet. 

“What th—? When did ya—?! You just said you don’t want my dirty money!”

Ouma bares his teeth in a smile that looks way too predatory for Momota’s liking.

“You know, you should be more careful, Momota-chan. It’s irresponsible to just leave your wallet like that in the open, someone could take it.”

“You little—!”

“Oh my, look at the time!” Ouma makes a show of stealing a look at his watch-less wrist. “Gotta go! Buh-bye!”

And with that Ouma bolts out of the coffee shop, leaving Momota staring at the empty space occupied by the purple gremlin barely a few seconds ago. It takes a few more seconds for his brain to catch up and then he jumps to his feet and rushes after him, nearly colliding with Akamatsu and Harukawa who enter the coffee shop at the same time, his roaring voice startling some of the customers, heads lifting in search of the source of the noise. 

“Woah, careful ther—Wait, wasn’t that Momota-kun?” Akamatsu blinks after his quickly moving away figure, startled by their near collision.

Harukawa shrugs simply in a typical Harukawa fashion, not even sparing a single glance at Akamatsu and heading straight to the counter, asking for the blackest coffee they have to offer.

“And I think I saw Ouma-kun…” continues Akamatsu, still staring at the door and gnawing at her lip nervously. “I hope they aren’t doing anything stupid. Again.” 

“Let them be stupid,” murmurs Harukawa, reaching for her wallet. “That’s what they do. You want cake with that coffee?”

“Ah… I suppose you’re right,” agrees Akamatsu, turning to smile at her. “And yes, thank you.”

They both settle down in the far corner of the coffee shop to enjoy a quiet moment while halfway across the town a very breathless trainee astronaut finally catches up with a midget supreme leader and pins him against the wall only to find out that he lost his wallet during the chase. 

[zeravmeta]

Some more YGO x Fate headcanons, this time with the rival characters (Kaiba, Jack Atlas, Kite, Varis, etc.)

finally i can legally rub my grubby little hc hands on everything.

I'll just do the main rivals of each series

Seto Kaiba:

IMMEDIATE BEEF with almost every servant who crosses his path, especially the kings and pharoahs since he's something of a modern king and his disbelief (ugh, magic isnt real, and i have to deal with ANOTHER pharoah?). That being said he also immediately offers Guda and some of the child servants lifetime tickets to Kaibaland, and sees Chaldea as a potential asset for KaibaCorp since this isnt his first dimensional travel (i can pick and choose what parts of dsod are canon). His tech genius is also very useful for many of the scientific servants so he usually just creeps around the tech labs. "da vinci you dweeb you clearly dont understand that the jetplane HAS to look like a dragon" . He's also really unfazed by being able to summon his Blue Eyes White Dragons since he was able to do so in the Orichalcos Arc, but he sure isn't complaining. Once again tries to duel Yugi at every turn.

Manjoume:

Is way more excited than he'd let on. He's really grown since the start of GX in terms of confidence and ability, so he's ready to help however he can and look good while doing it. Gets along immediately with some of the showboat servants like Cu and Beowulf, but gets along best with Okasabehime oddly enough. He shares Judais ability to see spirits, so he's also called in with Judai for the same types of missions. Judais glad to see him while Manjoume is still declaring how he'll beat him one day. His Ojamas are actually extremely effective when they turn into the Ojama King, inflicting a host of debuffs including a powerful multi turn stun.

Jack Altas:

The King is unfazed. Of course he's been called to help, he's Jack Atlas, the man who will stand at the top of the world. Many of the servants are somewhat awed at how powerful his soul is, and how he can even physically manifest it and used it to trap a demon god in his own world, but any respect he had was immediately lost when they learned hes very much a junkrat like Yusei who consumes microwaved foods and overpriced coffee. Emiya was ready to strangle him the moment he tried to recreate Red Archfiends Noodles using nothing but barels of cup ramen and spice. Gets along with Nero, and while he will absolutely say that he finds many of her actions detestable, hes also someone who believes in the power of growth and change, do any effort is good. His Burning Soul manifests with his Red Archfiend Dragon to immediately evolve it into Nova, and he can also apply it as a powerful buff to his allies.

Kaito:

Initially freaked out but got better. After the nonsense with the Barian World and his death on the Moon, he was very much ready for a vacation. That being said, he warms up to most of them after he learns Yuma is also there. His Photon Hand ability is somewhat feared since he could pretty much steal someones soul and theoretically could do the same to Spirit Origins, but he's promised not to do that. He gets along best with the Avengers since he was also a hugely vengeful person that also got better, and its endless sass between him and Jalter. Seeing Santa Lily reminds him of Hart. Works best with Dantes in combat, since they combine Dantes speed with Galaxy Eyes Photon Dragons absolute power.

Reiji:

Absolutely annoyed. He was THROUGH with dimensional nonsense and yet has to do it again, though he is glas to see Yuya. Much like Kaiba, considers Chaldea a potential asset for Leo Corp but instead to keep it as a Research and Defense Center and an outpost for thr Lancers rather than simply dismantle like Kaiba wanted. Meets alot more confusion than most due to his deck being named after conquerors and historical figures of all sorts, so he takes care not to use them too much aside from Doom King. His research into the Arc-V reactor that Leo tried to use is much appreciated by the Chaldea team, since any more information on interdimensional travel is useful. While pretty antisocial, he immediately takes to Asterios, who reminds him painfully too much of Reira.

Ryoken:

More despondant than anything. Much like Yusaku he never really moved on from the Lost Incident, and a whole new world with ANOTHER fight for humanitys survival has him tired. Meeting Yusaku here also doesnt help, as well as Ai. Though he immediately becomes smug when he learns about BB, with an 'i told you so' face everytime he talks to Yusaku. His Rokket monsters are both swift and deadly, but can also work as automatic augments/armor for servants mid battle. He gets along best with Billy, who very much loves the guns that are also dragons.