#Kazuichi being a dumbass for people he cares about

[loststarphounix]

Unexpected Company

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Despair, No Game Spoilers, Long Distance Relationship AU, Kazuichi's A Solid Planning Skills, Or Lack Of lol, Fluff, Online Friendship, Friends to Idiots to Lovers, Vet!Gundham, Mechanic!Kazuichi, they've been talking via blog comments lol

Summary: Long Distance AU where Gundham is (pleasantly) surprised on his birthday

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Authors Note: This long distance AU was made by SoudamDaily on Twitter. I don’t have a twitter, I just stalk the site for soudam and tarot sequence stuff lol, so anyone who does have a twitter, please tell the mod on SoudamDaily that I loved the au idea and that I love reading their other AU's when the post them. I tried to make a fic for it. I hope I did it some justice <3

The twitter post responsible for this lol

Gundham awoke that morning feeling more spirited than usual. He did not know why, but it felt as though a warm aura had settled itself on his spirit like a thick blanket, giving him more energy and a sense of giddiness. It was different from the usual presence he felt - so much so that he did a long, intense reading to try to pinpoint its purpose.

After a moment of contemplation, he decided to take it as a sign of upcoming prosperity and turned to use this zeal to his full advantage. He went about his day as usual: feeding and medicating both his personal pets and fosters that needed an extra touch outside his clinical hours; cleaning and going over notes for upcoming appointments. But as morning turned to noon, something still felt off to the man, though he didn’t know what. It wasn’t until he was mindlessly folding laundry and he held up an absurdly bright pink shirt that his business associate had gifted him not too long ago in the summer. 

I have not heard from Kazuichi all day.

Eye ridges furrowing, Gundham glanced down at the table where his phone sat silently on the polished surface. It had started as an unusual situation - Gundham’s blog for his mighty beasts was known and shared the world over. He had been used to the comments and speculations that fools seem to always have in abundance for things they know nothing about, but one day a strange comment appeared in his inbox and he had been strangely drawn to it.

Gundham can still remember it as clearly as if it happened yesterday.

Pan-ic Mechanic (xx/xx/2xxx) -

full disclosure, I have this little dudes purrs on a loop cause they’re so loud and rumble like an engine that I can actually relax. rock on little guy 

It was under a post for an elderly cat Gundham had cared for until she was finally adopted. She had been huge and fluffy and did indeed purr at an obscenely loud volume. But it had been nice to see someone else appreciate her powerful voice - even when misgendered - and had replied his gratitude, thinking nothing would come from it.

Soon one comment, between several threads and before he knew it, almost a full year had passed and the vet had made the acquaintance of an unusual but kind mechanic who would readily give him tips and virtual assistance for any technical problem he had. Gundham had followed the other’s blog back almost immediately - since it was the least he could do - and found the other had rows and rows of pictures of machines in various stages of repair and one or two random photos of his personal shop. 

They talked about their mutual love for Gundam models and certain shojo anime, as well as things outside their mutual tastes and everything in between. Soon, he found himself talking to the man daily over text and the occasional phone call, venting frustrations and sharing jubilations with an ease he hadn’t had since before Sonia had left to return to her home country.

The two talked for hours every day, Gundham giving updates on the latest series of fosters and Kazuichi telling him everything from a new project to some minute tiff he had with a friend. And after his Angel’s passing, he had limited contact with mortals so finding a business associate who wasn’t adverse to his eccentricities was refreshing. 

It was nice, even though Gundham thought it odd that a business associate would ask about his personal life and day to day. But he figured it was to keep the friendly rapport alive so he continued to enjoy their lengthy debates and occasional night sessions.

Glancing at the time, he was surprised to see it was a quarter to two. The last time they had conversed, Kazuichi had mentioned finishing a contraption that Gundham had talked about wanting for his beast who had been cursed with incomplete palate’s and the mechanical warrior had requested for his address.

Pan-is Mechanic -

great! thanks for the address man, just wish i didn’t have to ship it. I’m super afraid that it’ll damage, ya can’t trust some delivery drivers nowadays

Tanaka Bestiary -

My confidence in mortals in the courier business is also abysmal. Unfortunately, it cannot be helped in this instance.

Pan-ic Mechanic - 

Maybe not. I can always just come over and deliver it myself lol

Tanaka Bestiary -

And would your affliction accommodate you on such an expedition?

Pan-ic Mechanic - 

Eh, I’ll think of something.

That confusing interaction had been their last correspondence. And now, three days with no contact. This is the longest they had ever not been in contact with the other. Gundham wondered if there was something wrong. Glancing at the phone again, he wondered if he should be the first to reach out, when the faint, tinny sound of the doorbell rang in the air.

Gundham turned towards the direction of his front door, surprised. He wasn’t expecting company this week. Slowly, he approached the door and the person on the other end rang the doorbell again.

“Who would dare darken my doorstep?” He demanded, deep voice sounding loud in the quiet entrance.

It was quiet for a moment, before a voice he somewhat recognized blurted out. “Holy shit your voice is way different in real life!”

Eyes widening, Gundham jerked the door to find a man he had never seen before standing before him with a big box and a ratty backpack in his arms. All he saw was a shock of bright pink hair, before the other rushed past him inside. It distantly reminded Gundham of a stray cat bounding into an open door.

“Its fucking freezing out there!” The man - Kazuichi - said as he placed his heavy load down by the shoe rack. “But at least it hasn’t snowed yet. Can’t imagine having to carry this bad boy up three stories and with snow. My clumsy ass would've planted in your parking lot.”

Gundham just watched him, his face slackened with confused surprise as the other puttered and began to take his jacket off. “Kazuichi?”

The other nodded, giving him a lopsided grin as he pushed the beanie off his head. More of that bright pink tumbled out and fanned the back of his tan neck and it made Gundham look closer at the others features. Kazuichi was only a few inches shorter than him, with bright, light pink eyes that were hidden behind a pair of thick glasses. 

His face was sharp and angular in a classical sense, with what looked like rows of sharp teeth that peaked behind his lips - as though he was a predator. Nose and earrings glinted off the artificial light, as well as the lip ring that looked suspiciously like the head of a screw right in the middle of his bottom lip.

Gundham was shocked by the others' appearance. They had never once done a video call despite a full year of correspondence - each too busy and a touch cautious to do so. So instead, Gundham only caught slight glimpses of the other from some of his posts; a tan hand riddled with multi neon bandages, a flash of a toned body in the reflection of a mirror. 

He wouldn’t lie and say that he had a certain picture of the other in his mind - had thought based on some of their conversations and his own past instances with mechanics, that Kazuichi would be more…in lieu of a better word, normal. 

But he actually looked…nice standing in the entrance of his apartment, dressed in a neon tee and tight acid wash jeans with chains and a custom embroidery of his logo on the pocket.  Almost cute.

And from the way the other’s eyes flicked over his over form, the feeling was decidedly mutual. Gundham blushed as Kazuichi continued to openly stare at him in amazement.

“You’re…,” Kazuichi fumbled, cheeks red as he fumbled with a tiny braid that somehow stood out to the veterinarian in the tangled mass of pink. “You are both what I did and didn’t expect at the same time.”

“And is that…a bad thing?” He asked, heart sinking as he started to school his features into a mask of indifference.

The other looked at him as though he had two heads before panic set into his eyes. “Who the hell said that?! I meant that I should’ve known you would wear something goth cause I’ve seen you outfit videos, but the Black Parade tee and the Hello Kitty pants are giving me aesthetic whiplash.” A small, unsure smile ticked up pink lips as he continued. “Personally, I think it's kinda cute that you have Hello Kitty and Choco making cookies on your legs.”

Gundham blushed as he looked down and sure enough, his fading Black Parade shirt and vibrant Sanrio licensed sweatpants did look a little silly together. But he refused to be distracted, so he instead returned to the matter at hand. “I apologize, but I was not prepared to receive guests…-”

“Ah, that's my bad! I wanted it to be a surprise.” Kazuichi began to take his jacket off as Gundham slowly closed the door. “Remember when I told ya I was worried about the feeder being broken in shipment? Well, it wouldn’t stop running through my head the several ways it’ll get messed up, so I decided that I’d just bring it myself.”

Gundham knew about Kazuichi’s affliction with motion sickness and how despite loving cars and motorcycles, could not stomach any mode of transportation, less he was immobile for hours after. So it was indeed surprising that the other made the near 8 hour drive between their homes just to deliver his feeder in safety. His dedication to his craft and customer satisfaction was admirable.

“I am touched by your generosity. However, you did not have to go beyond your limits to deliver this to me.” He said, watching as the other placed his jacket on an empty hook. “At least let me compensate you for both this and the contraption you commissioned me.”

Kazuichi’s face scrunched up, as though he was trying to decipher Gundham’s words. “Compensate? Ya mean pay?” When the taller man nodded, Kazuichi looked offended which made the vet pause. “Of course not, dude! You can pay me for the feeder but not for bringing it here. This is what friends are for!”

Friends

The word reverberated through Gundham’s skull like a bird fluttering in its cage. It brought a warm tide to fill his chest. He felt the heat spread up his neck and face and he knew it would be obvious with his pale white skin, but Kazuichi only gave him a bright grin before moving further into the hall. The aura from before brightened and settled even more on his shoulders and the man watched as the stranger placed his shoes in the rack before bending down to scoop up the large box. 

But then he saw how the other seemed to be struggling now that he had put both the box and backpack down and Gundham rushed to take them from him. He watched as the other gave a strained smile, noticing the tinge of green to his skin as the mechanic slowly straightened up, leaning on his slightly for support and making where they had touched burn.

“And since I’m really starting to feel the effects of my actions, mind if I crash here for the night? I promise not to be a pest.”

“Of course. Here.” Ushering a now flustering Kazuichi to the living room, Gundham made him sit in the couch Sonia gifted him years ago that now had scars and tears from his precious beasts. “Please do not overtax yourself further. I shall place this in its designated station and return with something for you to drink. Would water suffice?”

Kazuichi gave a frazzled smile as he lowered himself on the couch. “If it's not too much trouble.” He had only sat for a moment before he was swarmed by two big dogs who eagerly began to sniff at him. He stiffened, eyes wide as one placed its paws on his shoulder and began to smother him with licks. Gundham turned to shoo them away, when the other let out a laugh as he pushed the dog's big head away.

“I was wondering where your pets were. Your house was way too quiet!” The mechanic beamed as he gave both dogs ear scratches and they pushed even closer into his personal space.

Gundham gave a silent sigh of relief as he quickly set off to deposit the box in the now miraculously empty kitten foster room before heading into the kitchen. “Most of my beasts reside in their domains. Titus and Brutus must have sensed your presence and ambushed you as soon as you lowered your guard.”

It was true, his townhouse had rooms that were specifically for his fosters and his permanent beasts so cross contamination would be minimal. The cats must be hiding and distrustful of the sudden appearance of another human, but the dogs were enjoying the attention the mechanic gave them.

By the time he returned, Titus and Brutus still had Kazuichi pinned in place, with the man smiling happily as the dogs sniffed him with avid interest. It was when Titus seemed too interested in the other’s backpack, that the mechanic moved to push it out of reach.

Titus went to follow, but a small gesture from his master made the dog back away with little more than a huff. Gundham’s chest puffed up in pride at the impressed look that flashed across Kazuichi’s face.

“Oh! I forgot I made you something else.” Digging into the backpack, he produced a large ziplock bag with small, yellow cookies that seemed to have jam placed in their centers. He traded it off to Gundham for the glass of water the vet handed him. “You said your birthday was the 14th, right? I made those myself, but I’m not used to making vegan stuff so you gotta tell me if it's good or not. I made them with papaya and I’m used to using that as a filling but my roommate said it was ok -”

And as Kazuichi continued to ramble, face bright pink as he cycled between fumbling with his braid, petting his dogs and looking ridiculously pleased as Gundham made a show of eating a cookie, the vet took in the scene and began to wonder about it becoming a more common occurrence.

He was surprised to find both the thought and the cookie were pleasantly delightful.

From the warm look he received for his complement to the other’s culinary skills, he knew for certain that the feeling was mutual.

[skylights2000]

The Things I Never Said (Fuyuhiko x Reader)

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This is inspired by a game I’m playing right now. It’s called ‘Far From Noise’, and it’s about a person who’s teetering on the edge of a cliff and goes through their thought process as they face this near death experience. I haven’t finished the game yet, so this is really just a story based on the main idea of that game.

I’ve never written anything like this, but I hope you enjoy this story, so let’s get going. 💜

~~~~

So this is it.

The end of everything.

So much for clearing your head.

Soon you wouldn’t even HAVE a head.

You stared out at the horizon that stretched out before you, far beyond the cliff your car was teetering on the edge of.

The world seemed endless from this point of view, like the ocean stretched on forever.

It sparkled and shined under the light of the slowly setting sun.

You wondered what it would look like when you finally fell.

Would it send a shower of sparkling water into the sky?

Would crystal raindrops fall in front of your eyes?

You’d always liked the rain.

There were worse things to see when you died.

Died.

The reality of that death was hanging in front of you.

It was sad really.

Ending on so many regrets.

So many things you never said.

Your phone vibrated from its place in the cup holder.

It was a message from Sonia.

Who said you couldn’t say those things now?

You picked up your phone and hit call.

“Hello?”

“Hey Sonia.”

“Y/n? Where are you?”

“Hah..It’s a long story. Let’s just say I’m stuck somewhere. I’m not sure how long I’ve got, and I have other calls to make, so I’ll make it quick. Sorry I don’t have more time to explain.”

“Hey! Where the fuck are ya?!” Miu yelled in the background, and you smiled.

“Good, Miu is with you too. Can you put it on speaker?”

“Y/n-“

“Just listen, okay?” When they didn’t say anything, you continued. “Thank you both for everything you’ve done for me. Sonia, you helped me learn to be confident. You always knew when I was feeling bad, and you were there to comfort me every time. Miu, you were always there to drag me out of my house when I needed it. You taught me to stand up for myself and not take anybody’s shit. You two are the reason I got out of my shell and learned to take some risks. Thank you for always being there when I needed a push in the right direction. I love you guys.”

“Why’re ya talkin’ like ya ain’t comin’ back?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

You hung up before they could ask any more questions. Next was Kazuichi.

“What’s up?”

You heard talking in the background. “Who’s with you?”

“Hajime and Gundham. Why?”

“Can you put your phone on speaker?”

“Uh yea-“ You heard a click, and two voices came through at the same time, both greeting you.

“Hey guys, sorry for calling so suddenly. I just wanted to say something.”

“What’s wrong?” Hajime asked, and you couldn’t help but smile. He was always the most observant one.

“Don’t worry about it. Just listen for a minute.” You waited a second, and when you were met with silence, you spoke up again. “You guys have been really good friends to me. Kazuichi, you taught me how to fix a flat tire and always cheered me up when I was down. Hajime, you’re an empath, and it really shows. You always knew what I was thinking, and you never stopped caring for me. Gundham, you taught me about the supernatural and reminded me that the past doesn’t define me. I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for being there for me and for being my friends. I love you guys.”

Your voice was shaking, so you hung up before they could respond.

One last person.

Of course, he always had to be one step ahead.

Your phone lit up, Fuyuhiko’s picture flashing across the screen. You answered the call, and held the phone up to your ear.

“Will you hurry the fuck up an’ let me in?! I’ve been knockin’ on your damn door for almost five minutes!”

“I’m not at home.”

“Huh? Where are you?”

“On the edge of a cliff.”

“What the- Don’t joke about shit like that!”

“I’m not joking. Some drunk guy ran me off the road.”

There was a moment of silence before you heard him yelling to someone, probably Peko.

“Where are you?” He asked quickly.

“I don’t think there’s a point.”

“Where the fuck are you, (Y/n)?!”

You gave him the name of the street you’d been driving on and heard him shout it to Peko.

“Fuyuhiko-“

“Don’t!” He hissed angrily, but there was a hint of desperation in it. “Don’t say my name like you’re never gonna see me again!”

“I might not.”

“Shut up! What kinda dumbass are you?! I’m gonna find you!”

You chuckled breathily. Maybe you were losing it?

“Why the fuck are you laughin’?!”

“You called me that when we met, remember? I ran into you by accident. ‘Watch where you’re goin’, dumbass!’” You quoted his words with a smile.

“You remember that shit?”

“Course I do. It was a pretty memorable meeting.” You chuckled.

“How the fuck are you so calm?”

“I don’t know. I guess it’s cause I finally got to say everything I wanted. Well, almost everything.”

“Whaddya mean ‘almost’?”

“There’s one thing I haven’t gotten to say to you.”

“Well fuckin’ say it, then.”

You looked out at the pink sky, beautiful and bright.

“...You’re a good guy. Despite what you think sometimes, there are people that care about you and want to be around you just because they like you. Not everyone wants something from you. They’re not all using you for their benefit. Underneath the whole Ultimate Yakuza thing, you’re a big sweetheart. You care for the people close to you, and you’d do anything to protect them.”

“He-Hey! Don’t say such sappy shi-“

“You’re a hypocrite though. You always insist that I shouldn’t be around you, that it’s dangerous, and I could get hurt, but you come to my house, and you cheer me up, and you’re always there when I’m in trouble. You’re the biggest hypocrite I’ve ever met because you constantly tell me not to care about you, but you come around and make me laugh and tell me about your life and your family. You come to me after your missions when you’re injured and tired, and I always take care of you, and you stay at my house, and we watch movies until we fall asleep. You nag me to dress warm when it’s cold and yell at me when I work too much at one time. You’ve met my mother, and she loves you, and you know more about me than anyone else. You come around and tell me not to care, but you make me care so much because you’re just so..so you! You’re you, and I’m me, and I care, and I can’t stop caring because I don’t know how, and I don’t want to! I want to care! I want to love you, and I do!” You rushed all the words out and sucked in a breath when you were finished.

“I..love you. I love you so much that I smile when I think of you, my heart beats too fast when you smile, I worry constantly when you’re on a mission, and I wanna cry from relief when you get back. I love you, Fuyuhiko.”

There was a long moment of complete silence before “Fuck, why say that now?! Why wait until you might die to tell me that?!” His voice cracked, and you winced when you realized he was crying. “You’re an idiot! An absolute fuckin’ idiot, an’ I swear to god if you die, I’ll hunt down your ghost and kick your ass, (Y/n)!” He breathed in shakily. “So live goddammit.” He pleaded, and your heart felt like it was being squeezed to death.

“I’ll do my best..” You murmured in response.

Your phone beeped, and static crackled in your ear.

“Fuyuhiko?”

More static met you in response, and you sighed when the automated voice told you the call had been disconnected.

You tried the ignition one more time, but the engine only sputtered before going dead again.

“Hurry up guys..” You mumbled nervously.

~

The 20 minutes that followed felt like the longest of your life. You were exhausted but too nervous to fall asleep.

You were clinging to a single thread of hope, but as the sun set and night began to fall, that thread began to wear thin.

Just as it was ready to snap, light flooded through the back windshield, followed by several screams of your name. You leaned your head out the window as best as you could without leaning forward to far.

“I’m in here!” You called.

You were surprised to see not just Fuyuhiko and Peko, but also everyone else too. Directions were being shouted as half of them leaned on the back of the car, and the other half reached for you. Hands caught your arms, your waist, your legs, anything they could reach, and pulled. You squeezed your eyes shut and jumped, trusting them to catch you. They pulled even harder, all of you falling into a pile on solid ground.

It took literally all of you, but you even managed to pull you car off the edge too. As soon as that was done though, they all engulfed you in a huge hug.

You were still buzzing off adrenaline, barely managing to process their tearful happiness that you were safe.

Suddenly, everyone started leaving, all awkwardly claiming they had somewhere to be. Even Peko gave you a quick hug and said goodbye.

In a flash, they were gone, piling into cars that disappeared down the street.

“What the hell were you thinkin’?!”

Despite his angry outburst, Fuyuhiko wrapped you up in the tightest hug you’d ever received. “I can’t..breathe..” You choked out.

“Too bad.” He grumbled angrily, but he still loosened his grip.

You curled your arms around him with a soft sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

“For worrying you...and for what I said.”

“Why the hell’re you apologizin’ for that?”

“I mean, I get that you probably don’t feel that way for me. If you want, you can just forget abo-“

“No.” He stated bluntly, the scowl on his face contrasted greatly by the blush slowly creeping across his cheeks. “I’m not gonna forget it, and you aren’t either.”

“But-“

“I..” He looked away from you, that blush spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. “I-I love you too.”

You couldn’t do anything but just gape at him, shock branded across your face.

The longer you stared silently at him, the more nervous he felt. Hell, he didn’t even get nervous on potentially deadly missions, so how the fuck can one person make him feel like a nervous wreck?!

“Stop standin’ there an’ fuckin’ do somethin’!” He snapped, knocking you out of your disbelieving thoughts.

“I’m not dreaming?”

“No, you’re not fuckin’ dreamin’.” He grumbled. “This is re-“

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. His stuttered words were muffled against your mouth.

This was real.

You smiled against his lips as you kissed him again. You ran your fingers up the nape of his neck and into his short hair. You held him close, like he would disappear if you let go, and eventually he kissed you back, his arms tightening around you.

You pulled away after several minutes and just grinned, your face just as flushed as his.

“I love you.” You repeated your earlier words breathlessly.

He nudged you away, straightening his tie embarrassedly, but even in the dark, there was no mistaking the smile on his own face.

“I love you too, loser.”

[kuzuhinasecretexchange]

Work Title: under the golden sun

Author: @starry-night (emily)

For: @like-an-alpaca-sir

Pairings/Characters: kuzuhina (hajime and fuyuhiko)

Rating/Warnings: self-doubt, gun, threats of violence, verbal harassment, mentions of sex but like. as an insult. (hurt comfort)

Prompt used: “Them working out how to go about their relationship due to their very different backgrounds”

Author’s notes: hi! the prompt above really caught my eye, especially in the regard of how their backgrounds have effected them mentally (hajime’s constant self doubt and fuyuhiko’s violent tendencies). i focused on these aspects and how they can clash, but in the end, how they balance themselves out. hope you enjoy! and happy holidays!.

The sky was clear for the first time in three days. Hajime Hinata had looked up at the cloudy sky for the past three days with vague annoyance, but now, with the sun shining above, he found himself smiling.

Hajime ran a hand through his hair as he looked across the plaza. He and Fuyuhiko had decided to meet outside of Hope’s Peak because it was a nice middle-ground for the two of them- and it meant that they didn’t have to use the Kuzuryuu’s limo. Riding in the fancy black car reminded Hajime that he didn’t exactly fit with his yakuza boyfriend.

“Hey, Hajime.” The boy blinked, turning away from his thoughts and looking towards his boyfriend. Fuyuhiko looked nice (well, Hajime always thought he looked nice, but that was beside the point), wearing a black trench coat over a white button-up. His freckles became easier to spot in the sunlight, and with today’s weather, Hajime could find constellations on Fuyuhiko’s face. 

“Hey yourself.” The blonde snorted, rolling his eyes as he grabbed Hajime’s hand. “What’s the plan today?”

“Sonia recommended a café nearby. She’s one of the few people in my class with any fucking taste, so I trust the place.”

“Cool, cool. How’s Peko?”

“She’s doing okay.” Fuyuhiko began to lead them away from the school and into the main streets. He talked about how the animal breeder in his class was letting Peko watch over a cat that was in his care, and Hajime told him about the latest argument Natsumi had gotten in. It was nice- they hadn’t had a proper date in a while, with Hajime balancing his coursework and Fuyuhiko dealing with issues within the Kuzuyruu Clan. 

Soon enough, Fuyuhiko was pulling him into a softly lit café that smelled like brown sugar and chocolate. Hajime chose their seats- a booth near the window- and Fuyuhiko went to the counter to order.

Hajime drummed his fingers on the table, idly studying the café. Then, behind him, he heard a female voice whisper, “Hey, that’s Hajime from the other class, right?”

Trying to be subtle, Hajime glanced over his shoulder. At a table a few feet away, he saw a group of four that he knew from the reserve course. He knew of them- not well enough to remember their names, but he knew that the boy with the purple hair was the other class’s representative and that the girl with the round glasses was good at math. And- that was about it.

He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but hey, they were talking about him, so he didn’t feel bad. 

“Yeah, that’s him. Wonder what he’s doing here?” Circular glasses asked. The boy Hajime didn’t know groaned. “He’s probably here with one of his Main Course buddies. I wonder why they hang out with him? What’s so special about him?”

Hajime flinched and turned away from the group. He heard the class rep scold his friend while the other girl laughed. It was fine. They were just random kids whose opinions of him didn’t matter. He knew that Chiaki wanted to be his friend, and he knew that Nagito (maybe?) liked his company, and he knew that Kazuichi liked having him around, and he knew that Fuyuhiko had feelings for him-

“Hey, Hajime, I got your disgusting fucking bitter coffee.”

For the second time that day, Hajime pulled himself out of his head. Fuyuhiko had returned, holding a black coffee in one hand and something that reeked of sugar in the other. 

“It’s not disgusting. you just have the world’s worst sweet tooth.” The yakuza flushed pink, grumbling a curse under his breath as he sat down. 

As Hajime reached over to grab his drink, he heard one of the girls from earlier say, “Who’s that? The blond with Hajime?”

“A Main Course student, duh. Wonder what Ultimate.”

“Hajime?” Fuyuhiko put down his drink, staring over at his boyfriend. The yakuza wasn’t the best at showing his emotions, but Hajime knew him enough to notice the concern in his golden eyes. 

Hajime took a sip of his coffee, forcing a smile. “I’m good.”

And he almost convinced himself he was.

  Then, from behind, too loud to ignore: “He’s probably sucking dick so he can hang out with a Main Course student. That’s it. That’s the only way someone as boring as Hajime fucking Hinata could do it.”

Hajime couldn’t breathe. He heard the glasses girl gasp while her friend giggled furiously. His face was bright red, and his heartbeat was pounding in his ears. Did- did people actually think-

Across from him, Hajime could hear the sound of a chair scraping against the floor, and then a loud, “What the fuck did you say, bastard?”

Against everything, Hajime looked up. Fuyuhiko had slammed his hands against the other’s table, and anyone could see the rage in his eyes.

The boy who’d spoken looked a little nervous, but not enough to shut up, as he said, “I said he-

"No shit, I know what you said. The real fucking question is, why the hell did you think you could say that about my boyfriend?”

Silence. Then, “So, is it true?”

The girl on his right slapped him, face hot with shame, but it didn’t matter. Fuyuhiko’s hand was already in his pocket. Hajime’s throat tightened as he saw a flash of black. Oh fuck. Fuyuhiko didn’t-

That was a stupid thought. Hajime was dating Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, heir to the Kazuryuu Clan, the Ultimate Yakuza. Of course he would be armed. Then, the reality of that thought hit Hajime. He sprung out of his chair, grabbing Fuyhiko’s hand before he could pull out the gun. “It’s not worth it.”

“What? Did you hear what they said about you? Of course, it’s fucking worth it!” Hajime tightened his grip on Fuyuhiko. They were starting to get attention from the other customers, and Hajime could see one of the cashier’s calling for a manager. “We should leave.”

Fuyuhiko stared at him, confused. Then, everything seemed to click, and the yakuza let the gun slip back into his pocket. He let Hajime drag him away from the café, even as the class rep yelled apologizes after them. Neither spoke until the café was far behind them.

“Hajim-”

“Were you going to shoot them?”

Fuyuhiko looked at him, eyes blank. Then, in the softest voice Hajime had ever heard from him: “I- I don’t think so. It was instinct.”

“Instinct?!”

Fuyuhiko flinched slightly, and he gripped Hajime’s hand a little tighter as he spoke. “It’s what- it’s what my parents would have done. If any bastard insulted them, weapons would be out in seconds. It’s what they would want me to do. Defend what’s mine- honor or otherwise- through blood and fucking bullets.” Hajime sucked in a breath. He was no psychologist but did it really take one to piece together that growing up in the yakuza wasn’t a healthy lifestyle? He squeezed Fuyuhiko’s hand. “You’re not them. If you were, you would have ignored me and shot anyway.”

Fuyuhiko seemed to consider it before sighing and resting his head on Hajime’s shoulder. It was a sign that the stunt at the café drained him; it wasn’t like Fuyuhiko to do anything that reminded anyone of his height. “What about what that bastard said?

"What?”

“About you being boring and all the other bullshit.” When Hajime didn’t respond, Fuyuhiko glanced up at him. “You don’t believe that bastard, do you?”

Hajime let out a weak laugh. “I mean, I don’t blame him for saying it. Someone like me being with someone like you-”

“-you’ve got to be fucking with me, right?” Fuyuhiko interrupted, his body tense beside Hajime. “Oh my god. You believe that shit.”

“How could I not? I’m boring- I’m completely average. And you’re an ultimate. You’re incredible.”

“You’re such as dumbass.” Hajime blinked, looking back at Fuyuhiko. The yakuza looked like he wanted to slap Hajime, but someone restrained himself. “You’re basing all of this shit off the fact you’re in the reserve course right? That’s bullshit! We both know the test you had to take to get it isn’t easy. And so what, you’re not an ultimate? You’re Hajime Hinata. You’re the last person I text every night, and the first person I text every morning. You put up with my bullshit without a second thought. You care about everyone in my class just because you know they’re important to me- and Chiaki, but this is about us. I fucking like you, Hajime, and that has nothing to do with Hope’s Peak. It has to do with you. You’re the incredible one, not me.”

By the time his boyfriend finished, Hajime’s face was bright red. “Oh. Oh, really?”

“Yes! I just gave you a fucking speech, and you’re asking me, ‘Really?’ you bastard?”

Hajime laughed, all the weight in his chest gone. “Okay yeah. Maybe you’re right.”

“Maybe? I am goddamn right. You’re incredible, Hajime and if I have to beat that fact into your thick skull, I will.”

“If you say so. There’s a park not far from here- wanna go on a walk? Maybe we’ll find a street vendor selling fried dough cookies on the way.”

“That sounds good. Let’s good.”

Walking hand and hand, Hajime let out a deep breath. He wasn’t stupid- he knew that one speech wouldn’t kill his doubts and fear, just like how one moment won’t stop Fuyuhiko’s violent instincts. But as the sun began to set, and the world seemed bathed in gold, he thought that maybe things would really be alright.

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Aid - Chapter 13/13

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Alternate Universe - Island Mode, No Game Spoilers, Masturbation,  Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Grinding, Wet Dreams, Anal Fingering,  Friends With Benefits,  Getting Together, Internalized Homophobia, Anal Sex

Summary: Everyone is hot and half naked because of their beach vacation. Soda is horny and tries to do something about it. Gundham tries to help and does. It all gets a little out of hand.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

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This Chapter: Soda finally realizes how stupid he's been: Soda runs towards his problems, he's the only one surprised by the outcome.

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At some point his jog had turned into a run.

He couldn’t stop all the doubts and shitty thoughts swirling around in his brain, so he just focused on getting to where Gundham was as fast as he could, before he started doubting himself again.

But it didn’t matter.

When he arrived at the ranch, Gundham was nowhere to be seen. Soda walked a loop around the place, even managed to find a foal Gundham had been taking care of, but there was no sign of the man himself.

The urge to give up was overwhelming.

No. He needed to talk to Gundham, he couldn’t keep putting it off every time he encountered a little obstacle, or he’d probably never talk to him again.

Think dumbass . If Gundham wasn’t at the ranch, where would he be?

Maybe he got hungry? It was still kind of early for dinner, but for all he knew Gundham had missed lunch, so it wouldn’t be that strange if he had gone to the restaurant for a bite to eat.

Or maybe he’s just hiding because he doesn’t want to talk.

Soda shook his head and ran off towards the hotel. He had plenty of experience running from his problems, it felt good to run from his excuses instead.

He was out of breath by the time he reached the restaurant, it had been a while since he’d run so much. Once he reached the top of the stairs he stood, panting, as he turned his head in every direction, looking for any sign of Gundham.

Nothing.

He’s avoiding you.

His cabin then? Sonia had said he had the Devas with him at the ranch, so maybe he had decided to return them to their lair.

He caught his breath and sprinted back down the stairs and towards Gundham’s cabin.

He really hoped Gundham would be there, his legs were starting to cramp up and he didn’t know how much more running he’d be able to do.

Just give up.

He knocked on Gundham’s door.

“Gundham? Are you there?” He paused. “I know you don’t want to talk, but there’s something really important I need to tell you!” He pressed his ear to the door but heard nothing, maybe Gundham really wasn’t here either?

He’s just pretending he’s not home.

Where else then?

Soda backed away from Gundham’s door. He didn’t know where he would go next, but he knew he needed to keep moving. He took a deep breath and turned to run back the way he came.

And Gundham was there.

Standing at the crossroad between the boys’ and girls’ cabins and looking around anxiously.

Was he looking for him?

Only so he can avoid you.

“Gundham!” It felt like time slowed as he shouted his name. The second the word had left his mouth, Gundham turned and ran away from the hotel.

Away from him.

See? He’s ignoring you.

It must be something else.

He ran the second you called his name.

Maybe he hadn’t heard him.

There’s no such thing coincidence.

No. He had to follow him.

He doesn’t even want to look at you.

No… he just…

He hates you.

No…

Stop lying to yourself. You’re disgusting and stupid and you fuck up everything you touch. Of course he ran from you. He should have done it sooner.

“Why have you not apologized?”

He doesn’t want your apology, he wants you to just disappear.

“That doesn’t really sound like Gundham…”

He never wants to see you again, never wants to have to hear you speak again.

“He does not want to talk because you have not apologized yet!”

It’s too late, he hates you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

“You’re not really ready to give up on Gundham.”

He won’t listen, even if he does it won’t matter, it won’t change anything.

“At least he will know that you are sorry!”

Sorry for what? Sorry for treating him like garbage? Sorry for fucking things up the way you always do? Sorry for wasting his time with your worthless existence? Apologize all you want, he’ll still hate you. Maybe not right away, but eventually. You’re not worth his time. You’re not worth anything. You’ll just keep making mistakes.

“Then apologize.”

The voices of his friends echoed around his head, Hajime and Sonia battling his own doubts as he waited for one side to win. He knew he was moving, knew he hadn’t given into his own despair yet, but he wasn’t sure how long that would last. He wanted so badly to just give up, to just let Gundham hate him.

He had run. He didn’t want to listen.

“When you are ready, I will listen.”

But that had been before he had fucked everything up.

“I will always be here for you.”  

Had he meant that? Had he just said it to get him to stop crying? Gundham didn’t seem like the type to say things like that if he didn’t mean them but he been acting like a pretty big pussy…

“You are too hard on yourself, my sweet consort.”

He wouldn’t give up yet. Maybe it wouldn’t matter, maybe he’d have to chase Gundham down and corner him to make him listen, but he wouldn’t give up yet. He owed that much to Gundham, for being so kind to him, and he owed it to Hajime and Sonia as well, for putting up with all his shit.

But he couldn’t run anymore, his legs were too tired, and he had lost the mental drive that had let him push himself earlier.

He wouldn’t give up, but maybe he could take his time…

You’re making excuses again.

He wasn’t… he might be. He wasn’t sure. He kept moving, told himself he was looking for Gundham, but his legs were carrying him towards the little beach they had found for Gundham’s swimming lesson. Maybe he thought Gundham would be there, or maybe he just wanted to be alone. He really wasn’t sure anymore, all the voices in his head were blurring together now, becoming little more than noise that was slowly giving him a headache. Maybe he could just take a nap. Maybe Gundham would want to talk when he woke up…

He reached the secluded beach, and he wasn’t sure if he was actually disappointed that Gundham wasn’t there, or if he was pretending to be so he could act like he hadn’t given up yet.

Had he given up yet?

He laid on his back in the sand.

Maybe.

He wished he could give Gundham another swimming lesson. Wished Gundham would trust him like that again, wished Gundham would let him see him so vulnerable again, and wished he would let him help him again. He didn’t care if they never had sex again. He would have treasured that night forever, treasured watching Gundham slowly improve and become more confidant with his help, even without everything that happened after. It had been good, really good, but all he really wanted was to be able to hold Gundham again, to be able to laugh with him, and cry with him, and to just be with him again.

He felt a weight on his chest.

He paused.

On his chest?

He opened his eyes and looked down.

There was a hamster on his chest.

“Jum-P?” He was going crazy. He had to be going crazy.

He slowly lifted a finger to try to poke the thing on his chest that absolutely could not be Jum-P.

It bit him.

Soda flinched and sat up, remembering to catch Jum-P at the last second, and looked down at the apparently non-imaginary hamster in his hands.

“What the fuck?”

Jum-P just stared back at him.

“What the hell are you doing all the way out here?” Shouldn’t Jum-P be with Gundham? OR at least back in his cabin?

What if-

“You’re here to punish me for upsetting Gundham aren’t you?” He laughed to himself. No matter how good Gundham was at training animals, there was no way he could train a hamster to hunt Soda down and bit him… right?

He looked down at Jum-P and laughed when he moved in a way that almost looked like nodding.

“Well, if that’s what you’re here for then you can bite me all you want, I deserve it. It still wont hurt nearly as bad as knowing how bad I fucked up though…” Jum-P didn’t bite him, so Soda shifted him into one palm and started petting him. It reminded him of the first time he had held Jum-P, back in Gundham’s cabin. “Can’t believe I didn’t realize how I felt back then, looking back, it was pretty obvious.”

He heaved a heavy sigh. Why the hell was he talking to a hamster.

“Did you know, little man? Animals are supposed to be pretty sensitive to feelings, aren’t they? Did you know I was crushing on your overlord?” He laughed a little as Jum-P nuzzled against his finger. “You wanna know something? I think I did know. I think I was just pretending I didn’t cus I never thought I’d feel that way about another guy, y’know? Something like that… it’s scary. You probably don’t get it cus you’re a hamster, but lots of humans can be pretty shitty about that kind of thing…”

Soda closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe he wasn’t crazy enough to hallucinate a hamster, but he was still pretty crazy for talking to one. Whatever, it felt nice to finally say this stuff out loud, the hamster was more of an excuse than anything anyways, so might as well keep going. He re-opened his eyes and smiled down at Jum-P who was wiggling around in his palm now, apparently taking in the sight of the rocky hill behind him.

“I think… I think I could handle it though, if it was for Gundham… with Gundham. It still scares me shitless to think about how my dad would react, or even some of our friends… and don’t even get me started on strangers, but…” He thought of Sonia and Hajime, and by extension Nagito. He was pretty sure he could count on all of them to support him and Gundham if they ever got together. “I guess I have a few people in my corner to rely on… and if it meant I got to be with Gundham everyday? I think I could take it.”

He paused for a moment. He realized he really meant it. Even if his dad never wanted to see him again and he lost some friends, with Hajime and the others behind him, and Gundham at his side, he could still be happy. He could wake up everyday knowing he had made the right choice, as long as it meant he got to hold Gundham’s hand, and see those soft little smiles, and feel those warm forehead kisses…

Too bad about all that though.

“You know I really fucked up, little man. Gundham probably told you, right? I was too busy being scared and stupid to realize he feels the same way about me that I feel about him… or, maybe he did. I guess I don’t know exactly how he feels, I just know he likes me- oh, um, liked me… before I fucked everything up…” He thought about wiping away the tears that welled up in his eyes, but he was scared he’d accidently drop Jum-P, and besides, it’s not like the hamster could judge him. “I guess now I’ll never get to know exactly how he felt, huh? Never figure out if he felt the same, but I-” He took a deep breath.

“I love him.”

There it was. He felt his face heat up at the words. The words he should have spoken days ago. The words that could have stopped this whole situation from happening. The words he’d probably never actually get to say to Gundham, so he just said them again to his hamster.

“I love him. And I’m so fucking stupid for not telling him earlier!” Jum-P started squeaking at him, and he imagined it was his way of encouraging him. “I love Gundham! It’s not even hard to say!” He deflated. “So why the fuck didn’t I just say it earlier before I fucked all this up? Now I’ll… I’ll never get to tell him… Now that I know how damn good it feels to say… it’s too late.”

“Perhaps… it is not.”

Soda froze and Jum-P hopped out of his hand, running off behind him. Soda turned to see where the hamster was going and watched as he crawled up a tall black boot.

He couldn’t bring himself to meet Gundham’s eyes.

“H-how long have you…?”

“You spoke of animals being sensitive to feelings as I approached…”

Soda glanced up at Gundham’s face, he was looking away and blushing harder than Soda had ever seen him blush before.

Soda felt stupid sitting in the sand, so he stood up. When he looked back at Gundham’s face their eyes met. Neither of them said anything, they just stood and stared in silence, neither of them really sure what they should do.

Soda knew he should say something, knew this was the moment for his big speech where he explained all of his shitty actions and all of his feelings and begged for Gundham’s forgiveness.

But he couldn’t find the right words, didn’t know what he should say, so he just said what he was feeling instead.

“I love you.”

They weren’t the right words. Gundham furrowed his brow a little and Soda could tell he was hurt, could tell he was looking for something to tell him Soda was lying. He didn’t know what to do so he just kept talking.

“I’m so in love with you it’s stupid, and the only thing stupider is me for not saying it sooner… and I’m sorry I hurt you! I really didn’t mean to! I really didn’t know how you felt!” He was scared to stop talking, scared that the second he did Gundham would leave, and that would be the end of it. “I just thought I was making things up in my head, reading too much into things, and that we had to be doing a f-friends with benefits thing, b-because there was no way-” He was crying again. “No way anyone would-” He couldn’t breathe “-anyone could feel anything like… like this-” he made a vague gesture between them. “-about me.”

Then there were hands on his face, thumbs wiping his tears and a voice saying things he was sure he must be imagining.

“You’re wrong, my consort. I do.” Gundham gently tilted his head back so he could look him in the eyes. “I love you.”

Soda felt like time slowed down as Gundham leaned towards him.

The kiss was soft, and warm. It only lasted a few seconds, and Soda was still crying, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

Gundham was smiling as he pulled back.

Soda’s mind filled with so many things that he could hardly think, so instead he just wrapped his arms around Gundham’s neck and pulled him back down for another kiss. This one is longer, and messier because they both can’t stop smiling into it, but it still felt perfect.

Everything else seemed to melt away. Every painful second Soda had spent agonizing over his feelings for Gundham, every thought he had about being inferior, or gross, or worthless because of it, didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered were Gundham’s arms around him, his lips against his, and the fact that he felt the same.

He loved him. Gundham love him. Even after he had fucked things up so badly.

He could hardly believe it.

He smiled even wider into the kiss.

Their teeth clashed and they both pulled away laughing, and Soda took the opportunity to bury his face into Gundham’s chest. Gundham pressed his nose into Soda’s hair and they both let themselves just enjoy the feeling of holding each other for a moment.

Gundham moves first, kissing Soda’s forehead before pulling back to look at him. Soda sees Jum-P poke his head out of Gundham’s scarf. He chuckles a little.

“So why was Jum-P here anyways? Did you send him to find me or something?” He suddenly remembered Gundham running from him earlier. “And if you sent him to find me, then why’d you run from me earlier? You could have just told me if you wanted to talk.” The words felt a little hypocritical coming from him, but he ignored it for a moment.

Gundham stepped back, grasping his hands as he did, and looked confused.

“I did not send Jum-P after you, nor do I recall absconding from you. I thought that you had found Jum-P and brought him to this beach to console you, but it would seem I was incorrect.”

“You thought I ‘found’ Jum-P? Where the hell would I have found him? He’ always with you or in your cabin.” Gundham didn’t think Soda had broken into his cabin to steal his hamster or something weird like that, right?

Jum-P squeaked at them both from Gundham’s shoulder.

“Ah, I believe I am beginning to understand the situation. You see, earlier today Jum-P disappeared without my knowledge. Once I noticed his absence, I began to worry. Many of the creatures on this island would be worthy foes for Jum-P in his current form, so I set out to find him. It is likely that during my search is when I appeared to have run from you, as I was entirely focus on finding Jum-P.”

That more or less made sense. Soda could easily imagine Gundham being so worried about a missing animal that he didn’t notice someone calling out to him. But still-

“Has he ever run off before? I thought all your Devas were pretty well trained?”

“He has not. I am not sure what caused him to…” He looked down at the squeaking hamster on his shoulder and began to blush. “Ah.”

Soda waited, but Gundham didn’t elaborate.

“Ah? ‘Ah’ what? Why’d he run off?”

“It would appear he was worried…” Gundham looked back at him and squeezed his hand. “About us.”

Us.

Soda liked that. Soda really like that. ‘Us,’ like they were one unit, a set, a couple. They were now, weren’t they?

The voice in his head told them they would have been a couple ages ago if he hadn’t been so stupid, then Gundham smiled at him and tugged his hand, and the voice was gone.

He squeezed Gundham’s hand and they walked back to his cabin in comfortable silence.

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As they entered Gundham’s cabin, Gundham released his hand and moved to put Jum-P into his cage. Soda just stood back and watched.

Gundham was smiling softly at his hamsters, the rest of the Devas coming to greet him as he opened the enclosure’s door. He could hear Gundham talking to them, thanking Jum-P and scolding him in the same sentence, his low voice coming out soft and quiet. He felt himself smiling, felt that warm feeling swell up in his chest and let it grow, felt it spread through his body as he realized he’d never have to push it back or pretend he didn’t feel it again. He slowly walked to where Gundham was standing and placed hand on his shoulder as he leaned in to kiss his cheek, just because he could.

Gundham closed the door to the Devas’ cage and turned his face to kiss Soda’s lips, before pulling back and looking down at him. They smiled at each other, and Soda could see his own feelings reflected in Gundham’s eyes. He was too happy to wonder how he had never noticed before, he just leaned into it when Gundham bent his head to capture his lips again.

It was slow, their lips moved against each other’s languidly as they held each other close. Soda sighed as Gundham gently sucked his bottom lip and hummed contentedly as he began to slowly part his lips with his tongue. He brought his arms up around Gundham’s neck, pressing their chests against each other as he let Gundham slowly explore his mouth. The arm at his waist tightened as Gundham raised a hand to cradle the back of his head, and he couldn’t help but let out quiet, soft moan as gently scratched his nails across his scalp.

Soda couldn’t help but think nothing had ever felt so right before. He felt safe, standing there in Gundham’s arms, and he felt warm and happy and loved. Nothing was scary in that moment; the opinions of his father, of his friends, of the world, they didn’t matter, they couldn’t touch him when he was feeling this good, couldn’t hurt him when Gundham made him feel so secure.

Gundham parted their lips for a second, the leaned back in for another peck before gently leading Soda to the bed. Gundham sat and Soda stood between his legs, bent down to kiss him again, deep, but still so slow. They were both savoring every moment. Gundham drew him forward, onto the bed, and he sat with his knees on either side of Gundham’s hips, returning his arms to their place around Gundham’s neck, sliding a hand up into his hair this time. Gundham placed his hands on his hips and drew him even closer.

They both drew a sharp breath as their hips met, before returning their mouths to each other’s. Something had shifted, and the pace of the kiss increased. They began to move their hips together, not quite grinding, just slowly dragging their bodies against each other. Soda felt Gundham growing hard as he did, and moaned at the feeling of their mutual arousal.

Gundham shifted his hands down to gently grasp at Soda’s ass, not quite squeezing, just flexing his fingers against him. Soda gasped at the feeling, and Gundham took the opportunity to begin kissing down his chin to his neck. Soda was starting to feel hot, and, as if reading his mind, Gundham reached up to unzip his coveralls. Soda withdrew his arms to shrug out of the sleeves, and pull off his tank top, loving the way Gundham’s eyes ran across his chest and stomach before retuning to his face, eyes still so full of love, but beginning to cloud with lust as well.

He took Gundham’s face in both his hands and tilted his head to kiss him deeply. Gundham pulled his hips down against his own, harder than before, and Soda moaned into the kiss. He slid his hands down to remove Gundham’s scarf and slide off his jacket. Gundham had to remove his hands from Soda’s body to take his jacket off the rest of the way, but he kept moving his hips at the pace Gundham had set, continuing the slow grind as Gundham removed his own shirt as well.

Before Soda could capture his lips again, Gundham leaned in and closed his mouth around one of his nipples, sucking gently while his hands returned to Soda’s ass. Soda let Gundham take control of the rhythm of their hips again as he brought a hand to his mouth and closed his eyes, arching chest forward against Gundham’s lips and losing himself to the feelings of pleasure and love.

It felt so different from the other times they had touched each other, so much more intense, so much more satisfying. He felt overwhelmed in the best possible way.

Gundham shifted, and Soda found himself being laid back onto the bed, Gundham hovering above him. They smiled at each other before their lips met again. It was hungrier this time, they were both breathing harder, sliding their tongues against each other in a way that made Soda blush as he was reminded of the way Gundham’s tongue had felt on his cock. He reached down to cup Gundham’s ass with both his hands and pulled him down till he was lying between his legs, their hips once again flush against each other.

Gundham began grinding down into him and Soda whined at the friction. The angle was so much better now, and he canted his hips up to meet with Gundham’s, slipping his tongue from his mouth to lick up his neck and bite at one of Gundham’s earlobes. Gundham gasped and Soda gave his ass another squeeze, drawing out a real moan from him with it.

He slid his hands around to the front of Gundham’s pants, pushing him back just far enough to undo them. He was surprised when Gundham’s dick sprang forward, unencumbered by underwear, but Gundham reached down to palm him through his jumpsuit before he could comment, and the thought slipped his mind. Gundham moved back to pull Soda’s jumpsuit the rest of the way down, but stumbled as his own pants got caught up around his thighs.

They both laughed, and Soda decided to remove his own clothes while Gundham did the same. Once they were both naked, they stopped, took some time just to appreciate each other’s bodies with their eyes. Gundham broke their trance, leaning forward to grab Soda’s hand and kiss his cheek.

“My beautiful consort.” Soda blushed and squeezed his hand. Beautiful? He wouldn’t have believed the word from anyone else, but Gundham sounded so genuine, and his voice filled him with confidence.

“You’re not half bad yourself, my…” Soda paused. “Huh, I guess I don’t have a name for you yet…”

Gundham smiled and pressed another quick kiss against his lips. He brought a hand back up to Gundham’s ass.

“It may be quite cliché, but I did enjoy when you called me ‘baby’ before.”

“What? When did I do that?” Gundham had laid back down between his legs and was kissing down his neck. He was having a hard time thinking straight, but he couldn’t remember ever calling Gundham something like that.

Gundham chuckled into his neck and reached down to wrap a hand around them both, his own breath catching as Soda moaned.

“When last we laid together.” He licked up his neck. “I believe it was right after you found your release.” Gundham was pumping their dicks together slowly and smirking up at him teasingly. Had he really said that? He knew he had thought about saying it at one point but-

“O-oh. I… I guess I didn’t realize I said it out loud?” He laughed nervously, his gut tightening from embarrassment at the memory of how he had finished way before Gundham.

“Mmm.” Gundham hummed behind his ear. “I thought as much, but I truly did enjoy you using such an affectionate name for me, even if it is a quite common one.”

Gundham silenced whatever response he might have had with his lips, sliding his tongue back into Soda’s mouth. He felt his embarrassment dissipate as Gundham stroked them faster and his mind clouded with pleasure. He squeezed the hand that was still clasped with his. It felt so good having Gundham so close, no clothes between them, bodies and feeling laid bare as they kissed and touched each other freely, but Soda realized he wanted more.

He pulled back from the kiss.

“Gundham?” He had returned to kissing his neck.

“Mm?” He hummed against his neck and squeezed their cock a little tighter, still pumping.

“Ah, Gundham! B-Babe-” He blushed, was Gundham really okay with such a basic pet name? “S-stop, babe.”

Gundham froze and looked up at him with concern.

“Is something-” He pulled him in for another quick kiss, he couldn’t stand the uncertain look on his face.

“I’m good, it’s just…” He had to look away. “Well I was thinking… I mean, if you wanna, like, y-y’know…” He couldn’t say it out loud. He remembered how hot it had been when Gundham had asked him to fuck him, but he just couldn’t make himself be so direct.

Gundham chuckled and leaned in to whisper against is ear.

“You wish to take me again?” He knew Gundham felt the way his dick twitched in his hand, it was just so hot to hear Gundham say things like that, but-

“N-no. Well, kind of? I guess… um?” He kept tripping over his words, too embarrassed to tell him what he really wanted. Gundham pulled back, releasing their cocks in favor of placing a reassuring hand on his cheek. He looked into his eyes, raised their clasped hands to his mouth and kissed Soda’s knuckles.

“What is it you desire, my beloved.” Soda’s chest swelled with emotion at the word, and maybe he started to tear up a bit, but Gundham’s face remained so calm, so open, so loving that he knew he had no reason to be embarrassed.

“I guess I was just thinking… maybe it’d be nice to, um, switch?” He looked into Gundham’s eyes and waited for a sign that he understood. Gundham smiled.

“Are you certain? It can be quite… intense if you are not accustomed to that kind of stimulation.”

“I-I know, I’ve, um, tried it before…” Gundham gave him a questioning look. “J-just a couple days ago, uh, with my fingers?” He couldn’t look at Gundham anymore. “I… thought about you.”

Gundham seemed pleased by the admission, he unclasped their hands and used both of his own to turn Soda’s face back towards him. When he kissed him again Soda noted the renewed hunger in it.

When Gundham pulled back he reached for side table where Soda knew the lube and condoms were. He placed a single condom on the table and set the lube on the bed, before tuning back to continue kissing Soda. It was hot and messy, leaving no room for doubt about whether Gundham wanted him or not, and his cock twitched from the thought. He wrapped his arms around Gundham’s neck again, leaving his body exposed for Gundham to do as he wished.

Gundham slid his hands down, pausing to tease his nipples before sliding down to his hips and around, finally landing on his ass. This time Gundham squeezed, and Soda gasped as he began massaging his cheeks. Gundham lifted Soda’s hips up to meet his and Soda was too distracted by the way their dicks rubbed together to notice Gundham had removed one of his hands from his ass.

Then he felt Gundham’s slick fingers press against his entrance. He instinctively tensed, anticipating the feeling of those fingers sliding into him, but it didn’t come. Gundham just rubbed slow, gentle circles around his hole, shifting his other hand back to Soda’s dick and pumping it loosely. He began to relax again, enjoying the feeling of Gundham teasing him.

But he could only take so much.

Soon he was panting, Gundham pulling back between kisses to admire how desperate he looked, but never moving to give Soda more stimulation.

“Gundham…”He moaned as Gundham nipped at his bottom lip.

“Yes, my love?” ‘My love’, god.

“Please… You can, y’know…” He was really going to have to work on his dirty talk, but he was sure Gundham got the picture.

“I can what?” Gundham was smirking at him. Oh. So he was going to make him say it.

“Y’know, you can, um, start…” He looked away and took a deep breath. He could do this. “Please just fucking finger me.”

“Of course, my love.” Soda wasn’t sure if it was the repeated pet name made his heart beat faster, or the finger that slowly slid into his ass.

“Fuck, Gundham.” He closed his eyes and couldn’t help but buck back against the intrusion. It already felt so much hotter than when he had done it himself, god, he just hoped he could last long enough to get to the real thing.

“Enjoying yourself, my paramour?” Gundham kissed down his neck, stopping this time when he reached his shoulder to bite down and suck at the abused flesh. Soda just let his moans answer for him as Gundham’s finger lightly grazed his prostate.

Gundham continued thrusting his finger into him, stroking his dick all the while, and moving to mark up a new spot on Soda’s neck. He moaned louder as he felt Gundham prod his hole with a second finger, preparing to push it in beside the first.

There was a second of discomfort as it breeched him, but then Gundham was grazing his prostate again and he vision blurred.

“G-Gundham!” He was getting close, he didn’t want to cum yet. “Slow down! P-please, I can’t, ah-”

Gundham paused his movements, allowing Soda to catch his breath.

“I apologize, beloved, I did not anticipate you would be so… receptive to this kind of stimulation.” Gundham was smiling.

“I t-told you I had tried it before.”

“You did not tell me you enjoyed it this much.” Gundham squeezed Soda’s rock-hard cock.

Right, he hadn’t said he enjoyed it, just said he thought of Gundham and assumed the rest was obvious. He needed to stop doing that, he had to start communicating clearly if he wanted this to work. So-

“I liked it so fucking much, i-it was one of the best orgasms I ever had in my life.” He watched as Gundham’s eye’s widened at the admission and saw the way his cock twitched out of the corner of his eye. Oh. Communication is kinda sexy, got it.

Gundham claimed his lips again, wasting no time fucking his tongue into his mouth as he began thrusting his fingers into Soda, harder than before.

Communications is really sexy, then.

Soda tangled a hand into Gundham’s hair, and when they parted he took the opportunity to bring his mouth to Gundham’s neck to leave some marks of his own. He could feel Gundham spreading his fingers inside him, and he bit down at the strange new feeling. Gundham moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain, and he stopped himself before he could draw blood. He pulled back to assess the damage and realized that he definitely needed to leave as many marks on Gundham as he possibly could. It was just too fucking sexy, seeing the imprint of is own teeth on Gundham’s neck. He leaned in to kiss Gundham’s shoulder, marking his next target.

As he distracted himself with marking up Gundham’s neck and shoulders, he felt a third finger begin to slowly work its way inside him. He had to stop and just hold Gundham tight to himself. The stretch was more than he had experienced before, and it felt so fucking good. He opened his mouth to let Gundham know, but then he was thrusting against his prostate again and all Soda could do was moan.

“You’re doing so well my paramour, so well.” Gundham was pressing kisses against his scalp, sounding breathless. Soda hadn’t even been touching his dick, yet Gundham sounded almost as turned on as he was, was he really that into fingering him?

God that’s hot.

But he wanted Gundham to start feeling good for real too.

“B-babe?” It still felt embarrassing to call Gundham that. “I’m.. I’m ready now, so please…”

Gundham removed his hand from Soda’s cock and pushed him back to look at him. He smiled softly, but there was a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Please what?” God he was the worst. Soda loved it.

He wanted to be sexy for Gundham, so he pushed back his embarrassment and locked his gaze with Gundham’s.

“Please f-fuck me.”

He barely had time to berate himself for stuttering before Gundham was pushing him back down against the bed and kissing him. He withdrew his fingers from Soda’s ass, and he whimpered, both from the empty feeling and from the knowledge of what was about to happen.

He heard Gundham feeling around on the bedside table and laughed at the frustrated huff he let out when he had to break to kiss to look at what he was doing. Gundham tried to look annoyed, but ended up smiling back down at him as he opened the condom.

He watched as Gundham rolled the condom onto himself. God he was so big, would Soda really be able to take him? He felt anxiety build up in his chest.

What if he couldn’t do it, he was the one who had asked for this, if he backed out, Gundham would be pissed and-

Soft lips pressed against his and brought him back to the moment. Gundham was stroking his cheek and smiling softly at him.

“It is alright if you have changed you mind.”

“Really?” Gundham kissed him again.

“Of course, my love.” Gundham was still smiling at him. Soda searched his face for signs of disappointment. “We may aid each other in another way if that is your desire.”

Gundham looked entirely sincere as he waited for Soda’s response. Soda felt embarrassed for doubting him in the first place.

“What if… what if I change my mind, like, half-way through?”

“Then we can stop.”

“You won’t be mad?”

Gundham scrunched up his face in disgust, before leaning in to kiss Soda gently once more.

“Of course not. I wish for your pleasure as much as mine, my love. I would never be irate with you for requesting we stop something you are not enjoying.” Gundham stroked his cheek with his thumb and Soda felt himself tearing up. His chest felt like it was going to burst from holding in all his emotions.

“I love you, Gundham.” He smiled up at him. The words were still new, and part of him still feared rejection.

“I love you too, my consort.” Gundham pressed a kiss to his knuckles. He felt all of his doubts wash away.

He could do this, and even if he couldn’t, everything would be okay.

“Okay, I’m ready. For real this time.”

Gundham pressed a quick kiss against his lips before pulling away once more to coat his cock with lube. When he was done he slid his hands down Soda’s sides, over his hips, and under his thighs. He lifted them up and spread them. It was embarrassing how turned on the feeling of being so completely exposed made Soda.

Gundham teased is ass with his finger a little before lining up his cock. He looked back up at Soda, before slowly pushing in.

Soda let out a shaky breath as the head slid in, Gundham was thick, but the stretch felt good. He moaned as Gundham pushed a little deeper and wondered what he had even been worried about in the first place.

Gundham took his time, working his cock in slowly and keeping his eyes on Soda’s face, watching for signs of discomfort, but finding only pleasure. Soda was panting by the time he was halfway in, already starting to buck his hips back into him. It made Gundham chuckle and lean forward to kiss him.

The new angle was even better, and Soda brought his legs up to wrap around Gundham’s waist, trying to pull him in deeper as he moaned into his mouth. Gundham resisted him, refusing to sink in too quickly, but he did speed his shallow thrusts a little, encouraged by his partner’s desperation.

“Gundham, please! More- ah!” Soda wasn’t sure if the hard thrust had been intentional, or if Gundham had lost his restraint for a moment, but if felt so good Soda couldn’t help but beg for more. Gundham swallowed hard before finally pushing forward and burying himself completely inside of Soda.

Soda moaned so loud he was sure the whole island could hear him, and Gundham quieted him with his tongue.

They stayed like that, Gundham fully inside him, holding his hips still with his hands and exploring his mouth with his tongue, for what felt like an eternity. Soda ran his hands up and down Gundham’s back, mapping out the muscles and scratching lightly, making Gundham hum against him. He felt one of Gundham’s hands move from his hip and travel up to find his own, intertwining them and bringing them down to rest next to Soda’s head.

He didn’t break the kiss as he started thrusting. Slow and shallow, practically just grinding himself against Soda with how little he pulled out between thrusts. Soda squeezed his hand and prayed Gundham wouldn’t try to touch his dick, he was already so close, and he wanted to make this last.

Gundham kept things slow, though he did increase the force of his thrusts. His mouth strayed, kissing along Soda’s chin, down his neck, up his cheeks to his forehead, but always returned to his mouth before long. He sped his thrusts just a little and Soda knew he wasn’t going to last.

It was strange, when Soda dreamt of fucking it was always hard and fast, dirty, filled with loud moans and filthy words, yet none of it compared to this. It felt wrong to even call it fucking, the word too obscene to really fit. As Soda felt Gundham’s hand grip tighter around his own and felt his breath ghost over his ear, he thought this must be what people mean when hey call it making love.

He felt so much pleasure, but there was more to it than that. The safety and vulnerability, the acceptance and the rightness of it all made it so much more. He knew he was crying, could feel him self chanting Gundham’s name and broken strings of ‘I love you’, and all of it just felt so good.

Gundham shifted his grip on Soda’s hip and the new angle caused him to pull him in closer, wrapping both his arms and his legs as around him as tightly as he could. Gundham was rubbing so perfectly against his prostate, and with just a few more of those slow, powerful thrusts, he was pushed over the edge.

Soda felt his cum splash against his stomach as Gundham kissed him deeper and slowed his hips. That wasn’t what he wanted. He broke the kiss and begged Gundham to keep going.

“Please, I-I want it Gundham, so please.” Gundham swallowed, before resuming his thrust and leaning forward to whisper against his ear.

“I love you, Soda.”

He felt like he was floating, sated and warm as Gundham thrust into him and whispered his love into his ear. He whispered it back and hey were kissing again, Gundham squeezing his hand as his thrust sped up a final time, before he pushed himself fully inside Soda, moaning against his lips as he came.

Gundham panted against him and Soda kissed along his chin as he caught his breath. Now that he was coming back down from his high he was starting to feel a bit sore, but he’d wait a moment longer to move, wait till Gundham came down too.

Once Gundham’s breathing steadied, he turned his head up to kiss Soda as he slowly pulled out. The action drew a tired moan from them both. After disposing of the condom, Gundham laid beside him, and Soda immediately rolled to his side to wrap an arm around him and rest his head on his chest. Gundham wrapped an arm around him in return and gently kissed his forehead.

Neither of them spoke for a while, both simply enjoying the afterglow. Soda felt sleepy, and wondered if Gundham would be okay with taking a quick nap before dinner.

Dinner. With their friends.

They would know. The second they saw them, massy hair and covered in hickeys, they would know.

Soda’s heart beat faster.

What would they say? Would they force them out? Would they-

Gundham began stroking his hair and pressed a sleepy kiss to his forehead.

“Perhaps we should rest and regain our energy. We may miss the evenings feast, but that may be for the best.”

It was like Gundham read his mind. He just laughed and buried his face into Gundham’s chest as he felt his anxieties melt away once again.

He knew there were plenty of things he would have to face moving forward; his friends, his father, himself, and none of it would be easy. But lying there curled against Gundham and on the brink of falling asleep, he knew he could manage, knew he could face his fears.

“I love you, Gundham.” It was becoming easier and easier to say.

“And I love you, my consort.”

He remembered his thoughts from that afternoon, while he had been reflecting on the nature of his relationship with Gundham, and a question bubbled up in his mind. He was embarrassed, but it would be best to just ask, right? He was trying to get better at clear communication after all…

“Gundham?”

“Mm?” He sounded so close to sleep, Soda looked up and saw him gazing down at him with barely open eyes and a soft smile. God he loved him.

“What’s, um…” Maybe it wasn’t the right time. He should probably just let Gundham sleep.

“What is it, my beloved?” Gundham looked slightly more awake, a touch of concern on his face. Better just ask then, so Gundham could stop worrying.

“Well, it’s just… What’s a consort?”

Gundham’s eyes opened wide as he stared at him. Soda panicked for a moment as Gundham raised a hand to his face to cover his mouth. But then he realized he was laughing.

“W-what?” Gundham was still covering his mouth, but the sounds of laughter were no longer contained. Gundham gave up and kissed Soda’s forehead, laughing openly as he did. Soda tried to put but Gundham’s good mood was contagious and he laughed a little too. “C’mon, just tell me. What’s so funny?”

“It’s nothing, my love, it’s just…” Gundham bent down to kiss him properly on the lips. “This explains quite a lot.” He chuckled to himself again.

Soda was a bit embarrassed, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Gundham was making fun of him for something.

But mostly, he was just happy.

Happy to be able to laugh with Gundham, as they laid naked in bed.

Happy to hold him and be held without having to hide how good it made him feel.

Happy to know he could look forward to many more easy, joy filled moments like this one.

 Happy to finally be with the man he loved.

[kaitosimp]

YESSSS YOU GET IT!!!! YOU GET IT!!!!! im sorry but there is NOT enough content/love for kaito, youre doing god's work imo. Out of the 3 helpers you get throughout the game(kyoko, kazuichi, kaito) KAITO is the one that's?? genuinely your buddy????? And cares for you OUTSIDE of class trials???? And his dynamic with shuchi is honestly so wonderful (whoops im a saimota simp too) and AUGH i could go on and on!!! Tl;dr: kaito is ultimate bestie and you my good sire are valid.

SIRE YOU ARE ALSO VALID ASF AND YOU ALSO GET IT!!!!!! AND THANK YOU LOL IM JUST OUT HERE BEING MY KAITO SIMP SELF 💜💜💜

I agree so freaking much! Kaito is literally Shuichi's pillar of support and not just him, but of others too, aND I HATE THAT PEOPLE TREAT HIM LIKE AN IDIOT/LIKE HE ISNT ACTUALLY SUPPORTING SHUICHI/USELESS

Like just cause Kaito isn't *that* helpful (emphasis on *that* bc to me he does help still, just not as much as others like shuichi and shit) in the trials dont mean he's a dumbass/useless, he constantly pushes Shuichi and Maki and everyone forward and tries his best to help! Like excuse him for not being a detective or analytical, he's just a sick boi who wanted to go to space :(((

I AM ALSO A SAIMOTA SIMP LOL, I AGREE ON HIM NOT GETTING THE LOVE HE DESERVES!!! And I seriously dont get how tf saimota isn't more popular asdfghkl bUT ITS FINE WE OUT HERE LOVING & SUPPORTING KAITO AND SAIMOTA, LET US RISE SIMPS

(I seriously didn't mean to rant but oh my god i cant hold back when talking about kaito 💀)

[nahoyaglock]

Frobi selfship headcannons

!!sfw!!

shigabi, tenfro, fronaka, frobishima, inuobi, frokuto, aobi, frotani, fromi, ushibi, frobinoya, katsubi hcs

a/n: sorry for these long ass headcanons, i hope yall enjoy them tho?? also sorry for the reoccurring mention of my terrible paranoia </3 im going through a hard time w it rn, pls excuse me

reblogs on selfship posts are super appreciated!

shigabi

video games

i am his baby! he has a soft spot for me :3

lets me sit in his lap while he plays video games

hc that shigaraki is a twitch streamer instead of a villain and he streams with me on his lap

messy hair, black headset, pajama pants and a black hoodie vs pink tank top, white skirt, pink bows and a fuzzy blanket

we own cats named wario and waluigi >:3

we play ow and animal crossing together

he plays shooters and horror games while i play otome games and rhythm games

watching happy feet and cuddling, lets me lay between his legs as he plays with my hair

calls me brat and baby

cooks me seafood

some days i want him to baby me, other days we go run around at 4am

teases me bc of my height, leanes down to give me kisses

randomly tugs on my hair and pretends he didnt do it throught the day

i kick his ugly ass ankles /j

tenfro

baking, cuddling, horror movies and videos games 24/7

both bullied so we confine in each other and comfrt the other well

hes very caring so he always checks in, even when i seem fine

notices my mood changes

"do you need a hug?" and just hugs me bc he knows i do

he likes to rest his head on my chest when he rants to me

booping noses and interlocked hands ♡

ushijima gives us rides everywhere

their manager, so i have to make sure tendou does well

the other team members are happy im dating tendou, especially ushijima

sitting with tendou on the bus to their matches

kisses and hugs after every match and practice match

lets me wear his jersey bc he hates when other guys look at me

one time terushima tried to flirt w me and he made ushi scare him away

fronaka

hand on ass always.

tries to fight any guy that even comes near me

me, ryu and noya, the trio !

walks me to class with his arm around my waist

basically bestfriends to lovers so we spemd all our time together like we did before we were dating

still a slight kiyoko simp but lmao so am i, we admire her beauty together

brags to the team about me, telling them random things about me

"frobis favorite food are clams!" crosses gis arms proudly

"ryuu, you dumbass" insert me slapping the back of his bald head

saeko teasing him and telling him to treat me well

says "hey bae" and probably uses the devil emoji ajxjzjx

plays with my hair, he loves my curls :D

we prolly have a dog, small dog bc ooi dogs scary,, D:

frobishima

always has an arm around me

denki bestie af !

also one that i can relate to so we can share our experiences and comfort each other

top kin so we get along very well and have alot of the same interests

movie nights w/ the bakusquad

cuddling kiri the whole time and making the rest of them feel single

he likes to pinch my shoulder to get my attention

big smiles and playful biting :D

he probably has alot of my clothes left at his house bc i like wearing his shirts

insert kiri cooking while i back hug him <3

likes to princess carry me, and carries me when im sleepy

thigh kisses bc he loves them alot <3

best an comforting, sings me to sleepy and helps me when i have really bad paranoia </3

true loml

inuobi

walk to school together everyday

sometimes we race

brings me a breakfast bar, sometimes his mom makes me a morning snack too

little pecks and hand holding

we're like two energetic puppies in a relationship

i always attend his games and cheer for him and the boys

insert kuroo, tora, kenma, and kai acting like my dads

me and inu doing puppy eyes for little spoon, he usually gives in and takes big spoon

lots compliments and blushing

"inu, y-you look cute today"

"frobi, you look s-stunning"

comfort buddies!

convinces the coach to let me ride on the bus with them to tournaments

sleppys babies on the back of the bus

members have pictures of us sleeping

sharing a blanket that kai gave to us bc the bus was cold and sharing a scarf that inuoka bought me for winter

frokuto

if hes sad, im sad :( if im sad, hes sad :(((

my energy beam, my number one, my ace 🥺

he loves to hold my small hands in his big ones, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb

he'd walk around at tournaments, big star bo with his tiny cute girlfriend

saru, komi, and konoha give me headpats

bo pouts because they didnt guve him head pats

many pats for the ace!! :D

during lunch i hang w him and akaashi, akaashi having to deal w me and bos shenanigans

lowkey, we probably bring him stress

me and bo go on night time adventures, he drives us <3

brings home ramen after a long day of practice

when hes sad he cries into my chest and i play with his hair

"its okay bo, your still my ace" kisses and more kisses and more kisses

he loves to hold my thumbs and kiss my wrists

always looks for me when he has a match, sees me cheering the loudest for him <3

hes my baby, he'll smiles at me and ill cry

aobi

listener

he lets me talk about my interests and day, i let him talk about his

loves to be supportive, my shoulder to lean on

we take public transportation after school to get to our house

he lets me lean against him and sleep, tired from a long day, he'll wrap his large arm around me

he opened up after a while and smiles more, sometimes he'll lightly giggle, one time i made him laugh for 5 whole mins

hes so golden in my eyes, lake dates, he likes to just walk with me

treats me to food whenever we go out

i help him be more open and push him to be himself, but i respect his boundaries !!!

if he feels uncomfortable he'll poke my back gently

i take him away from the uncomfortable situation and ask what was wrong so that it doesnt happen again

people ask why im dating him bc hes "scary"

my response is a punch to the face

jkjk, its none of their business why, but its bc hes very sweet and kind hearted, who couldn't love an angel like my nobu? :]

frotani

complicated hc?? i have like two ways it could go, my top is def still me being a shiratorizawa girl bc lmao canon !!

met him through levy, (@bigger-simp-than-kazuichi) aoba johsais manager

she introduced me to her besyies, kyo and yahaba

"hey, you're the one they call mad dog?" he hates that now but responds with "yes, im mad dog."

levy invites me to alot of their events if im not busy, lowkey oikawa is salty bc im shiratorizawas manager

kyotani stays at my side, we talk about our days and his live for volleyball

we exchange numbers and he messages me at night, we have hour long conversations till one of us falls asleep

late night calls, he just grumbles and scoffs at anything i say and he just waits for me to sleep before hanging up

confesses to me at a match infront of my team, i just kissed him in response

he visits me whenever he can, and brings me food and gifts

imagine aoba johsai vs shiratorizawa, rip kyo lmao ushi get his ass /j

kyotani likes to hold mt hands and wrap my in his jacket and scarf

barks at anyone who bothers me, loves when i sit on his lap btw

fromi

komi will pick me up over his shoulder and drag me to the room when he wants cuddles

loves horror movies, horror movie marathons any time of the year

he likes and kiss my jaw and hold my thumbs

calls me short when he's not that much taller than me

we curse at each other every 5 minutes

insert sarukui climbing through our windows atleast once a month to have a movie marathon with us

komi likes to slap my head

we probably play fight all the time, definently turns into something more intense

akaashi and konoha break us up and me and komi will be confused

"whats wrong? We were just playing"

"yall were strangling each other"

"we're fineee~"

chaotic, we always look like were fighting or arguing

"fuck you, i hate you" "fuck you too bitch"

holds hands and deep kisses the next second

akaashi lowkey hates dealing with us, bokuto loves us skxj

ushibi

shira and hayato convinced me to join at their manager

the original shiratorizawa manager, ceo of the company 😎

they introduced me to the team, and they took a liking to me

ushijima was by my side alot, helped me with my job and carrying thing especially

he was so kind and even spoke to me, asked if i ate, if i slept well, if i needed anything

didn't realize it was different from what he normally was like until tendou asked about it

one time ushi was walking me home and i asked him about it, but he was definently confused

"i, guess so. your attractive and have a good personality. i would date you."

hes so blunt, awkwardly blunt

so we,, started dating, and now he really never leaves my side

i got haterz bc im THE ushiwakas bby girl 🙈

gives me headpats and kisses before everymatch

lets me wear his team jacket, huge on my small figure

he enjoys our height difference, he thinks i look cute when i look up at him :3

teaches me how to play volleyball, even smiles when i land a good serve

patches me up whenever i get hurt, slight frown if i ever fall

hes,, kinda fatherly? a person w no dad calling someone fatherly sjcjxj lmao 🙈🙈

nurturing and caring, ushi i will kiss you, probably calls me by my full name, fro, manager, baby, and sometimes even brat

frobinoya

hes woke, i just know it

all the characters prolly woke but hes woke asf!!

we run around, literally our whole relationship is mainly just running around and being wild

arcade hangouts after school/practice

he loves arcade games so much, and so do i

we take off guard pictures of each other, also chaotic and blurry pictures

he'll kick me in the butt, que me chasing him till i run out of breath

he likes to support my interests, loves to watch me practice dancing

we wear cat ears and maid outfits and take pictures in his room at like 5am when the sun rises

videos of us kissing and cuddling in his gallery

posts on insta to make ryuu jealous

buys me cute skirts bc he knows i love to look pretty for him !!

im his pretty kitty ♡♡

likes to call me his girly~ and his serotonin

holds my hand whenever im feeling sad and strokes my cheek with his thumb

lowkey has a good voice, sings heather to me while he nuzzles his nose into my jaw

katsubi

random kisses throughout the day

pinky holding bc he likes my small hands

leans over me when he wants a kiss

gets teased by the squad and just endures it bc he likes the way i giggle when they do

head pats ! lots :3

likes to show off infront of class 1-b by holding me close and kissing me

brings me lunches he cooked and likes to feed me

always finds an excuse to be on my team for training or being my training buddy

barks at anyone who tries to train with me /j

walking me to school and home, even brings me over

mitsuki loves it whenever i come over and makes cookies when i do

katsuki helps her make the cookies D: so precious

never kisses infront of his parents bc he doesnt want to deal with their teasing and nagging

sings ballads, will sing me to sleep, probably listens to rap and rnb, some rock, but will sing me some khalid since he knows i love him

probably sung me "can i be him" one night when my paranoia got bad <//3

i laid on his chest and he ran his fingertips up and down my back, singing softly to me until i fell asleep

forehead kiss before he drifted to sleep as well, katsuuuu :( <3

@kekozume @nekosvno

[destination-despairing]

Here have a snippet of a Kingdom Hearts au I'll probably never finish cause I'm the only one who wants it skxjajx sorry for no read more I'm on mobile

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"Ç̵̱̀h̶̡̧̢̩͕̹͈͇̤͚͙͍̆͜͜i̸̡̻̯̰̺͓̦̺͈̞̗͛͛̚a̵̧̛̹͕̳̜̹̼͆̈́̈́̉̍̄͆́k̵̛̪̼͎͇͊͆͐̎͌͊̐͂̚͘͝i̸̮͖͇̓̊͗͐͆̽͐͂̕ͅ ̸̧̨͓̯̟̭͉̠͉͛͌̊́̔̑̍̈͘͠͝ are you sleeping again? We'll be late for training."

The girl with the hairpin yawned and sat up, rubbing at her eyes.

"You're as dedicated as ever," she chuckled. 

"I'm not about to fail the mark of mastery a second time, alright? That's all."

"Cheer up, Ḧ̴̨̡̪̥͖̣̬̖͕́̈̿̿͜͝͝a̴̡͍͈͙̮͛̀͌́̅͐̏͂́̎̀́̓͘ǰ̶̛̝̭̘͚̩͒̂̇͋͋̀͂̑͌̄͘̕̕i̶̢͖͔͎̥̥̎̔͋̒́̄̔̅̕m̷͍̎͌̎͛ȩ̸̭̙͈͚̭͌̓. You'll pass this time for sure!"

"You don't have to give me a pep talk or anything…" he made a startled sound as she suddenly invaded his personal space.

"... yep, just like I thought." She smiled.

"W-what?"

"You still have a good heart," she put her hand on his chest, "so no need to worry!"

Izuru put his hand over his chest.

He'd been told it was uncommon to have such a poor grasp on his memories of who he was before he lost his heart. None of the others were in the same condition as him. They remembered who they used to be and so they knew to imitate. Even if Nobodies couldn't feel with the absence of a heart, they remembered what it was like. That was the source of their drive to get their hearts back, a drive that Izuru simply couldn't be bothered with. 

Although, he was curious about the girl from his shattered memories. Where was she? Had she not been there when he'd lost his heart?

"... this is too dull…" he sighed, holding out his hand to open a dark corridor back to the castle.

He left footprints in the sand, but they were soon washed away by a wave. It was like he'd never been there.

The Castle That Never Was, or "the castle" as most normal people with the average amount of patience would call it, was always just a little bit cold, and the Organization uniform did little to keep the cold out, not that a Nobody should even notice something so trivial.

Regardless the transition from the warm beach to the lifeless castle was enough to make even Izuru shiver.

He'd exited the corridor into the main lounge, where members received their assignments or wasted time. There were a few people doing the latter at the moment: Kazuichi fiddling with some small contraption over at the couch, Nagito staring up at the moon by the floor to ceiling windows, and Peko examining her weapon on the chair opposite Kazuichi.

Izuru lifted his hand, thinking about his own weapon.

"Oh great, the zombie's back," Kazuichi groaned, flinching and looking away when Izuru met his gaze.

"Is that anyway to talk about our Organization's sole keyblade wielder?" Nagito scolded him with his usual mysterious smile. "I do believe he outranks you, better be careful."

"How did your mission go?" Peko asked Izuru.

"I succeeded in eliminating the target heartless," he said, voice empty.

"And did you see anything interesting?" Nagito asked, turning away from the window. 

"..." Izuru reached into his pocket and tossed something to Nagito, who was barely able to catch it.

"Ah… well this is very pretty, but I meant more like something to do with your missing memories," he chuckled, lifting the seashell to examine it.

"I'm going to bed," Izuru sighed.

"All you do is work and sleep! It's creepy, man!" Kazuichi complained as Izuru walked by.

He passed Fuyuhiko at the door, noticing he seemed to be in a bad mood.

Or rather, remembering what a bad mood was like and simply faking it.

"Exhausting…" Izuru sighed again, he couldn't see why they bothered.

"Yo, weirdo, dumbass, scram." Fuyuhiko jerked his thumb towards the door.

"Ugh!" Kazuichi threw his hands up in frustration. "Speaking of assholes who outrank me…"

He left with a great deal of sulking, while Nagito very cheerfully headed for the exit.

Though, he paused by the door.

"Word to the wise," he said softly, a wicked smile on his face. "If you two really plan on conspiring, I wouldn't do it in such public places."

"... you don't know what you're talking about," Fuyuhiko said.

"My mistake then!" Nagito gave them a wave before leaving.

Peko straightened up as her friend approached. It was hard sometimes, to look at him. She couldn't feel pain but… there was an aversion to seeing his scar, the one that matched hers over the eye. There was an aversion to remembering how they'd become this way. 

"So, any news from the higher ups?" Fuyuhiko asked.

"Nothing important… Junko is mostly concerned with using Izuru to collect the hearts." 

"And that plan's really gonna work, huh?" He sighed. "What about Castle Oblivion? Word is they're gonna send someone over to check on things."

"Mikan is making progress with her experiments, the replica program is showing positive results."

"Think you can pull some strings and make sure I'm the one that gets sent out?"

"Yes, I've already anticipated you'd ask that."

"Heh, you haven't changed…" he said, not believing it. "Keep an eye on the zombie while I'm gone? See what his deal is?"

"Of course."

As the two would be traitors talked, one of the subjects of their conversation was setting plans in motion.

"I-I wonder what the first memory we give him should be…?" Mikan mused.

She stood in one of the stark white rooms of the castle where memories went to die, a place only Nobodies and replicas could inhabit safely (with one important exception.) Aside from here there were only two other occupants in the room: Hiyoko, and a hooded figure sitting in a chair and tapping away at a video game.

"Ugh, quit drooling you stupid skank!" Hiyoko groaned. "Junko only gave you this assignment to get you away from her." She snickered behind one of her fans.

"... she told me she trusted me to d-do this." Mikan steeled herself. "I-I'm the only one who can carry out these experiments."

"Ugh, whatever."

Hiyoko flinched as a syringe embedded itself in the wall by her ear.

"J-just go home if you don't like being here," Mikan said, holding four more of her weapons at the ready in her hand.

"I can't! Or did you forget cause you lost your brain along with your heart?" Hiyoko fumed. "I have to stay and fight the keyblade loser just like Nekomaru and Sonia and Gundham!"

"Then Y-you should go do that, he's reaching the second floor now…" 

"Yeah, yeah…" Hiyoko opened a dark corridor. "Make your little puppet break his brain, alright? I'll break the rest of him."

"Wait!" Mikan rushed over to the replica who barely seemed to notice as she removed her hairclip. It was a cheap mockery of the one Chiaki had worn. "G-give him this."

"Yeah, yeah," Hiyoko snatched it and then headed out.

She emerged just in time to see them: Hajime and Usami rushing through the castle.

Hajime skidded to a halt when he saw her and threw his hand out to the side, a beam of light heralding the appearance of the keyblade in his hand.

"Hehe…" Hiyoko giggled, electricity starting to spark around her fans. "My turn for playtime. I'm gonna squish ya!"

[danganronpa-killing-justice]

The Homeroom of a Society

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When I had made my way into the homeroom, my skin could feel all of the air being sucked out. Was my appearance that intimidating? I had never thought of myself in that light...

"Hey! Look who it is! It's this year's Lucky Student!"

As soon as that was said, my new classmates started to hover and surround me. Each of them spewing their own different questions, slowly suffocating me.

"Is you luck contagious?" "I thought you'd be taller."

"Are you Makoto's secret love child or something..." "what's with all the fur...? can i touch—.."

"CLASS!"

The voice of an older woman cut through the harsh questioning. She roughly pushed her way into the clump of students to help get me out of my unfortunate situation. I'll have to thank her more later.

"I know you're all excited to get your questions out, but give the kid his space! He looks like he is on the brink of exploding." The woman commanded out. Although her tone would probably seem harsh to others, I can tell that she said it with care...mostly.

"But Miss-"

Before the student could finish their words, the woman put her hand over their mouth to silence them.

"But nothing! Come on now! Let's get to our seats so we can officially start our day!" She seemed excited and annoyed at the same time. I didn't know that emotion combination was possible.

She started to shoo use back to our seats, literally. The woman moved her arms around almost as if she was sweeping us with a broom. She even made the shooing sound. This is our teacher right? She isn't just some woman who just barged in here and made herself comfy...right?

When she was done getting everyone settled down, she moved herself to the front of the room. "Hello everyone! My name is Nomondai Nototsū! But you can call me Mrs. Nomondai. I am your homeroom teacher for all of your time here unless there are untimely circumstances."

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see a student nervously raise their hand. They were wearing an assortment of anime merchandise and had their hood on over their face, almost covering it. "W-What kind of c-circumstances." They had studdered out.

The teacher just stared at back them, unblinking. "Untimely."

"O-Oh.." The student looked at their desk in a blank fear.

The teacher looked unfazed as she clapped her hands together in amusement. "Before I say anything else, does anybody have any more questions?"

A different student then last time raised their hand. Their appearance was more toned down then the first student, which was not saying a lot. The student was wearing a school uniform with a jacket on top. Out of all the people here, they were probably the most under dressed. "I'm sorry if this sounds insulting! But what's your connection to the headmaster? All the teachers here have connections to him, so I was wondering what was yours."

Mrs. Nomondai's face had contorted into a sad expression, but she still had a small smile on her face. "While I am not comfortable with taking to you all now about it, I can assure you that I will talk about it eventually. After all, it is still only the first day of school. If you really want to know now though, just search me up. It's all public info." She seemed more relaxed when she was finished talking.

In return, the student looked more relieved that their question wasn't too emotionally triggering.

Once again, she clapped her heads, almost as in to ground herself. "Now then! If nobody has any more questions then we—"

"HELLO EVERYBODY!"

Stopping Mrs. Nomondai from speaking any further, a blue plush creature came from behind the podium to make its appearance. It's looked like a dragon version of a Monokuma. Wait... A MONOKUMA!?

One by one the entirety of the 1-A class started to collectively loose their marbles. It was like a bomb of anger and confusion hit the classroom.

"AHHHH KILL IT!! KILL WITH FIRE!" The student beside me said as they were currently climbing on top of their desk, shouting profanities while doing so. I wasn't to far behind copying them myself.

"DON'T WORRY I GOT THIS!" Another student started to grab for their lighter in their pocket. Wait, why do they have a lighter already?

"CLASS! CLASS! SEATTLE DOWN THIS INSTANT!" 

The teacher's voice once again rang through the classroom, but not everybody listened to her.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN ‘SEATTLE DOWN’!? THERE'S A MONOKUMA RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!" A student yelled back, clearly neglecting the teacher's words.

Mrs. Nomondai's just sighed as she slapped her forehead, the sound echoing off of the walls. Everyone including myself took this as a sign to calm down. I tried to get off my desk with ease, but I just fell down instead. Luckily, nobody noticed because they all held their attention to the shivering creature beside our teacher.

With care, she picked up the dragon-like Monokuma and held them in her arms. "First of all, this is NOT a Monokuma. This is a Helpami, and his name is Sumami. They are the helpers around this school, so I demand you all to treat them with care."

The creature—no, the Helpami squirmed helplessly in her grasp. I think it felt bad for giving everybody a scare.

"I'm sorry Noto. I thought it was my time to appear..." The Helpami whined out.

"It's ok Suma. I thought you kids were told about the Helpami's, but clearly by your actions you weren't." The teacher huffed out, clearly annoyed at one of her staff mates.

Now that I think back to it, the only thing that was told about school's electronic help was about a system called Alter Ego, which was basically the school's more advanced version of another electronic helper.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Nomondai, we were only told about Alter Ego.." I remarked.

Once again, she had put on a disappointed expression. Because of my words, she leaned down to tell the Helpami something. The only words I could make out was 'Yasuhiro' and 'dumbass', which doesn't sound good for the long haired man.

"How come they are modeled after a Monokuma though..? Wouldn't that just scare everybody?" Another students said.

Our homeroom teacher looked like she has asked herself that question to herself or others many times. "They aren't modeled after a Monokuma, they are modeled after Usami actually, who is also somewhere around this school. The one who thought of this idea was actually Kazuichi, the school's Mechanic... under our noses.."

She looked almost mad for a second but then she just squeezed Sumami more for comfort. "Even though it scared the sh-CRAP out of us, I can't say that it wasn't a nice surprise. Like I said, they are the helpers of this school, and they are also given to all of the staff members to make the teaching job just a bit easier."

Everyone in the room seemed to feel a bit lighter at this revolution. They did at least look cute.

"So, um, there i-isn't like any actual real Monokumas on the s-school grounds, i-is there?" The kid who wore the hoodie asked.

She looked at the kid straight in the eyes. ".... no.."

The classroom tensed up once again. Ignoring this, the teacher again clasped her hands together in pure joy.

"Alrighty! Back to what I was saying before! If nobody has any more questions, then I think it is time that we get to know each other! Go around around the room and knock yourselves out! You can even ask me or Sumami more questions if you want! Just have fun, and be respectful!"

And with that, she gave out the peace sign and walked over to her podium, Sumami still in her arms. She's a bit weird, but I can tell she has good intentions... I think.

Well, I better start going over to people. This is going to be one heck of a year, isn't it?

[crazynekochan]

What if the Dr casts are a whole mafia group? Or some of them are and the others are unfortunate dumbasses who gets roped into the illegal business cause life hates them (or does it????)? If you have hcs for ships I would like a side of sfw and extra nsfw thank you and I apologise for the order if no.

This one took me quite a while, but I did my best

Fuyuhiko and Peko of course stay just as they are as the heir of the Kuzuryu clan and hitwoman/bodyguard. The rest of class 77 are part of their clan

Buyakuya would probably also be a head of a clan. While not as brutal as the Kuzuryu clan, the Togami clan has the most wealth by far. Of course class 78 is part of his clan

The last clan, filled with the cast of class 79, is lead by Rantaro. This clan is the smallest of them all and also the newest, but not any less dangerous. Rantaro is also the most scary of them all

Junko would of course have her own clan, however no one knows about it yet as she probably will try to wage war between the three clans

Many students are part of the clans due to their on volition, like Celeste, Leon, Toko, Imposter, Mikan, Nagito, Korekiyo, Angie and Kokichi

Others were born into the clans, like Mondo, Sonia (no princess), Hiyoko Nekomaru, Gundham, Ryoma

Some of the cast was forced into the yakuza life due to things like needing money or the likes, like Yasahiro, Akane, Kazuichi and Maki

However the three protags, Makoto, Hajime and Shuichi, all end up in the Yazuka clans purely out of bad luck, after being at the wrong place at the wrong time and seeing things they shouldn’t have seen

The missing students I can’t think anything up, but they are in one of these categories

Ship headcanons (mainly how they met):

Kazuichi was sold off by his father who had been owing the Kuzuryu clan a lot of money. Gundham was the one tasked to pick him up and had to take care of him at the beginning. Their start was of course awful, however they got closer after Gundham had spend a lot of time calming Kaz

He might also have “mildly hurt” Kaz’s dad later on for selling off his own son to safe his own skin and kneecaps

Makoto happened to see something that he wasn’t supposed to see and was brought to Byakuya. Before meeting him, Byakuya was planning to kill him, but decided against it after actually meeting Makoto and instead decided to keep him for the beginning, which is where they grew close

Toko had to keep an eye on the Naegis while Makoto was kept inside of the clan. This is where she met Komaru who simply decided that Toko was now her best friend, while being unaware that she was part of the people who had kidnapped her brother for a while

Finding out the truth was a bit of a challenge for them at first and Toko tried everything to make Komaru hate her, which didn’t work (a bit like in DRAE)

When Hajime ended up at Fuyuhiko’s clan, Nagito was assigned to look after him. Nagito was more than delighted to actually get something to do, especially since Hajime was cute looking. He treated Hajime quite well, which led to Hajime trusting him

Since I’m still thinking about how the other students fit in, what their roles are and how they ended up as part of the yakuza, I can’t think up much of headcanons yet, especially nsfw ones. However I will keep on thinking about it and post some if I get any ideas or maybe hear some suggestions from my followers if they have any ideas for this AU

[yourdanganronpaneedshere]

Could I request Kaito, Ouma, Amami, Shuichi, Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi reaction to their S/O getting killed in the killing game and then at the trial their killer starts to mock them? Saying things like that they deserved to die and that they're better off dead anyways and such?

This request seems like fun to do! I’ll give it my best shot! Sorry that Fuyuhiko’s is a bit short

Kaito, Kokichi, Rantaro, Shuichi, Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi reactions to their S/O getting killed in the killing game and the killer mocks them

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Fuyuhiko already fell into the void of despair when you died, he’s never his heart shatter so muchThe trial was long just like any other they’ve had and the killer slowly got closer and closer to their reveal Hajime finally got out the biggest clue to the killer and everyone already knew who it was and stared at the most suspected one.“So, you found out y/n was a dumbass from the start they were so irritating I’m so happy I got a chance to kill them they’re better off in the depths of hell”Everyone’s jaw dropped and looked at Fuyuhiko to see his reaction of course since it’s Fuyuhiko his reaction was not good He held his fist up as if he was about to start a brutal fight and kill them off right then and there”Hey why not you f**k off, if you don’t I’ll sell your f**king a** to a warehouse s/o was at least a better person then you motherf**ker” He shot his words out which made the killer freeze on the spot much to scared to speak upOnce they finally did, Fuyuhiko retaliated by throwing another insult to their faceThis fight went on until everyone got tired of their rambling and started voting Fuyuhiko rapidly pressed on their name wanting to get rid of them as soon as possibleOnce the execution finally started Fuyuhiko had a blank expression while watching their death he was happy but no matter how brutal it was.Nothing could bring you back

Kokichi OumaKokichi may not have showed it but he really was heartbroken after your murderOn the outside he pretty much acted like he never really cared, which was a reaction most people didn’t really expectWhen the class trial started Kokichi acted like himself as always, enjoying the class trial and helping out at certain pointsThe killer was finally revealed, they tried defending them self like any other killer would, but realizing that all the big clues were already called out instead of giving up they mocked their victim“Y/n was an easy victim, why couldn’t anyone else get her earlier? They deserved to be dead life is much better without them”Oh boyWhen Kokichi heard that he just couldn’t ignore that at stared right at the killer as if he was a wolf scanning for his next prey“Well s/o is an amazing person! And your just an ugly piece of crap unlike s/o! I wish you the most brutal execution Monokuma could ever imagine!”If that was someone else everyone would stay still by their podium in shock, but this was Kokichi they were talking about so it wasn’t much of a surpriseThe killer ignored Kokichi’s words and carried on mocking s/o, everyone decided that this was already enough of the two rambling so much so voting time started and Kokichi pressed on their name multiple times.Once the execution started the supreme leader put on an evil grin while everyone watched the execution in complete shockHe may not show it but he really misses you

Kaito MomotaKaito was furious when he saw your body why would someone kill you like that? His anger levels went through the roof and really wanted to find the one responsible for your deathHe tried his best to help out everyone to find who the killer was, so he can quickly get rid of their existence Once the final major clue was revealed everyone immediately knew who the killer was and quickly locked their eyes on them, they were.. laughing? “Let’s be honest here this trial was much better without y/n, they were so annoying and I’m thrilled to get rid of them” Kaito was filled with rage he just felt so much despair before why are they making it worse?“s/o was an amazing person! They’re just as bright as a star! So stop it! Lets start the voting!”Everyone else agreed with him except the killer of course so voting time started and they were correct just as any other class trialThe killer was mortified, they thought that their plan had ran smoothly and everyone else would have a difficult time decidingBut that  was all in their head and their execution was waiting for their arrivalKaito would look at you to see if you were alright looking at the execution or maybe say something like “well we did great in this trial!”But you weren’t here Maki wanted to make sure that he was alright she comforted him saying that she’ll be alright in a much more tsundere way of courseNo matter how hard everyone tried, you were still gone and nothing could change that

Rantaro AmamiRantaro tried to act like his normal self after the discovery that you were the victimIt was difficult but he still managed to control the sadness he had feltHe acted the way he did in any other trial, being helpful by pointing out a few clues that get closer to the truthAfter the long trial the killers trick and identity was finally revealed and everyone sighed in relief that they aren’t gonna die in this trial.While everyone was calming down, the killer opened up his mouth to say something unsettling “Well you all finally found out who the killer was didn’t you? I chose an easy victim, y/n is just to dumb to notice herself”Everyone looked at the killer and then at Rantaro, he had a look that’ll make you probably regret what you just said��S/o was a great person, they wouldn’t kill anyone, at least they’ve got a heart willing to know it’s selfish to kill for you own needs” The moment he finished up his sentence the rest of the students looked like their jaws were about to fall down and make a loud thudDid he really just say that? That’d be more of something Kokichi would say in this situation Ranataro has such a calm demeanour it was almost impossible to think that one sentence flew out of his mouthThe killer also never expected such a response from a person who is known to have chill personality “Shall we start voting?” Rantaro asked the students they all nodded their heads in agreement The killer was finally gone, but the worst thing is that you were too

Shuichi SaiharaWhen Shuichi saw your body he felt heartbroken, they one he loved so dearly lost their lifeHe hid his tears from the others to try not gain any attention and focus on the investigationLike any detective, Shuichi pointed out a lot of major clues to get closer to the killers plans and hopefully their identityLike any other class trial the killers mask eventually fell off and their trick was exposed to the rest of the studentsInstead of trying to defend them self they instead said something very offensive to Shuichi“Haha so I’m revealed right? Can I just say that the reason why I picked y/n was because they were such an easy pick? They’re better off dead anyways, aren’t you happy about that?” Nobody knew what to say, they were much to surprised to say anything but looked at Shuichi“That’s not true! S/o is a great person! They always brighten up my gloomy days!” He was in complete shock, the other killers had at least some respect for their victims and didn’t mock them like this oneStill heartbroken, Shuichi wasn’t bothered to listen to the killers rambling nonsense about his s/o and wanted to start voting time as soon as possibleIt was obvious who the killer was, after their insults so the voting was finished and everyone else was left satisfied and waited for the execution to beginShuichi didn’t know what to think, thinking about your death wouldn’t make anything better“Cmon Shuichi! It’ll be ok! Your my sidekick right?”Kaito tried comforting the best way possible he felt a little better but still felt heartbroken deep down inside

Kazuichi SodaKazuichi is a very emotional person and seeing your lifeless body indeed made him look like a little babyHe constantly kept chanting over and over again the same thing “Hajime do you know who the killer is?!” He was panicking and wanted to know who the killer was right on the spotHajime revealed a very powerful clue which made the rest of the students suspect that one personThe true killerKazuichi felt so relieved “ok we’ve got the killer, let’s start voting ti-” he was cut off with an insultNot about him but his s/o“Kazuichi how can you love y/n? They’re better off dead, look how peaceful everything is without em”He was filled with anger and rage, he couldn’t just stand there and take itHe HAD to say something about that one insult“ W - what? What are you an idiot? You just revealed yourself! Your so god damn useless!”It wasn’t as powerful as he wanted but saying that made the killer shiver in fear they were just revealed and about to suffer their executionAfter voting time Kazuichi had a big smile on his face to hide the amount of despair he was feeling he was pretty excited to see the killer’s executionOnce the class trial was over he went back to his cottage and made a mini robot that looked like identical to youIt’s now always in his pocket to remind himself about all the good times he has had with you

Mod Kaede~

[gosh-dangan-imagines]

Hoshi, mondo, fuyuhiko and teruteru’s s/o gets accused and mocked in the class trial (s/o is not the blackend)

Mod Ishimaru again, hope you don’t mind! I’ll be doing them in order of the games they came in. There’ll be a bit of angst and this will be quite long!

Mondo

“Wouldn’t that lead the blame to S/O?” Toko looks to you. That smug half smile on her face as her eyes say ‘gotcha’.

It definitely wasn’t you, absolutely not! You were still reeling from poor Chihiro’s fate, who could do such a thing?

You look at everyone pleadingly

“No, please it wasn’t me! I could never!”

“We all know you and Mondo are dating, you could have easily killed Chihiro out of jealousy.” replied Celeste, crossing her arms and tilting her head in a condescending manner.

“What? Definitely not, she was my friend! She was so sweet I would never want to hurt her.”

“It’s not-not like you’re the mo-most attractive! Someone would co-come along and take your place.” Toko remarks.

“I know that, dammit. I know, but I wouldn’t hurt anyone!”

“Surely we should believe them! They looks very sincere!” yells Ishimaru, bringing a clenched fist to his mouth.

“Yes bro! I know they didn’t do it, they couldn’t have!” Mondo exclaims.

“You two should be quiet. Mondo you have feelings for them and Ishimaru is your friend we can trust your objections.” Byakuya booms, staring Mondo down with an accusing glare.

“What ma-master says is right! You two don’t have a right to try to convince us that this prostitute didn‘t kill Chihiro. Especially when they obviously did!” Practically giggling, Toko takes Byakuya’s side.

Mondo looks at your horrified expression, the tears gathering in your eyes and decides enough is enough at this rate everyone will be killed, he couldn’t bear the thought of you dying because he did something he didn’t mean to do.

“No! I have every right, I know for a fact it wasn’t fucking them! I know because I did it! Me, I fucking did it!” 

The room is silent, shocked expressions all around, even Kyoko looks a little surprised at this development.

“Wha-what? Mondo?” You croak tears starting to slip down your face.

“I’m sorry.” He looks down, face hidden. 

“Why? Why did you hurt Chihiro?” There isn’t any hidden meaning in the way you question him, you are utterly baffled by this.

“I-I don’t know. Things were said and I found something out about Chihiro... I thought Chihiro was mocking e so I got angry and I blacked out... The next thing I knew I was standing above the dude with a dumbbell in my hand.”

“You killed Chihiro, and strung her up? How could you do that?” You sob.

“I swear! I never hung Chihiro up like that! I left Chihiro in the girls changing room and left! I fucking promise!”

“... I believe you.” You look him in the eye and he feels slightly more at ease, but he’s devastated that he did this to everyone especially you.

“This is getting boring! Iiiiiiiit’s voting time~!” Monokuma intervenes. 

No matter whether Mondo came clean or not, you couldn’t bring yourself to vote for him so you vote for yourself, tears falling onto your hands.

you get an explanation everything is revealed and you feel even worse than before, free to move about the room you embrace Mondo sobbing about how you don’t want him to go. How this wasn’t fair. 

Mondo is surprised that you still feel that way for him after all of this and almost cries as you refuse to let go until he is forcefully ripped from your grasp. Even then you try to run after him but are grabbed by your classmates. 

It really wasn’t fair.

Teruteru:

How did this happen?

Your classmates, your friends, the people you want to flourish are blaming you for killing Byakuya?

They are about four more sentences from voting and you still haven’t managed to convince them otherwise.

“We’re all going to die if you choose me, please! Reconsider!”

“Of course you would say that you want us to die so you can escape, we’re not stupid!” Kazuichi exclaims, pointing at you.

3 more sentences

“You weren’t in the room when Byakuya was killed and you didn’t say anything during the blackout why should we ever believe you weren’t the one who went under the floorboards?” Nagito inquires, giving you a condescending glare that you wouldn’t have expected from him before the trial.

Teruteru looks incredibly unnerved and worried

Why isn’t he saying anything to defend you? He knows you went for a nap before the dreadful end of the party

2 more sentences

 He’s clenching and relaxing his fists, eyes flitting over the rest of your friends in a panicked glance. You also look to everyone, anyone, looking for a sign of doubt that they may defend you, but no-one meets your gaze

“Do you have anything else to say?”

“It wasn’t me! I swear, I went for a nap under the desk in the reception area I’m telling you, Teruteru can back me up he walked me there!”

1 more sentence

“But he wouldn’t have seen you leave if you went to the storage room when he was back in the kitchen.”

“No!”

“They didn’t do it!” Teruteru roars in an unfamiliar accent

“I love you mama, but I can’t let them die, I thought I would be ready when the time came but I can’t let them die.” He murmurs under his breath

“They definitely didn’t do it!”

“Upupupu, what’s this interesting development?” Monokuma coos

“Teruteru, what are you doing?” Nagito asks looking at him suspiciously 

Teruteru takes a deep breath and looks at you

“I did it, it was me, not S/O. I killed Byakuya, I thought he was Nagito who was trying to kill someone so I did it.” You cry, you haven’t cried in a long time but his startling confession drew it out of you

The trail continues, but he speaks no more words, he just looks down only occasionally glancing up at you

He’s crying too, fat droplets dripping down his face in a torrent, but he makes no sound

Everyone starts to figure it out and all too soon it’s voting time

You’re numb, you can’t press any buttons, Monokuma starts to become irritated and warns you of the consequences

“It’s OK cher, you can vote for me.” Teruteru whispers

But you don’t, instead you vote for Nagito, Teru teru said it himself he was going to kill him because he was going to murder someone else, from the positioning it may have been Hajime

It stems back to being Nagito’s fault and you grow a contempt for the boy as you mash your finger onto his option

Obviously, you’re outvoted by everyone else but knowing you had voted for Nagito made you feel only slightly better

Teruteru is devastated of course, he is about to die, and he has hurt his S/O terribly, he feels so awful he almost wishes he had let you all die

But he would never wish that upon you he wouldn’t be able to live with himself, if he had known that sooner he probably wouldn’t have gone through with it

Before he dies you cry that you still love him and how much you’re going to miss him, how much you don’t want him to go

you plead with Monokuma to stop, trying everything your despair riddled mind can come up with

You’re on your knees by the end of his execution refusing to look but the sounds alone make you cry and scream, he must have been in so much pain

They have to drag you out of the court room kicking and screaming, hating everything and seething to the brim with the world everyone is living in you don’t remember much of the days that follow other than your pain, sorrow and grief.

Fuyuhiko:

“Then what about the sword!? It would’ve been left in the shower room and she wouldn’t have been able to recover it, dumbass!”

“F-Fuyuhiko... why do you even care?”

“Sh-shut up! Just shut the fuck up and answer me! If you have an answer then fuckin’ give it to me! If she used the bamboo sword as a stepstool, it would’ve been left behind!” Hajime looks surprised and even a little hurt.

“Maybe he’s right actually! How would she have gotten the sword?” Akane chips in. You stand there confused yourself, surely Peko wouldn’t.

“I agree, it has to have been someone else!” Peko looks shocked that you would defend her, she wasn’t as close as you were with Fuyuhiko so she didn’t think you would care enough to defend her.

“But who?” Nekomaru booms, slightly unamused. Peko sees her opportunity, if she can get the blame to fall on you then, you will be executed and she can protect Fuyuhiko.

“That is because it was S/O.” Both yourself and Fuyuhiko gasp, both for different reasons.

“Wha-what? No Peko you’re wr-”

“Peko what’re you doing?!” Fuyuhiko yells.

“I’m not the killer because she is. It is as simple as that.”

“No Peko! It can’t have been me! You know that!”

“Peko, don’t do this!” Everyone is stumped about this little argument between the three of you. They didn’t understand what was happening.

“I have to, after all she killed Mahiru.”

“No, she didn’t, I won’t stand for this!”

“I have to, you must survive.”

“But Peko, I would never kill anyone, I wouldn’t be able to let everyone here die!”

“Peko, I’m warning you, stop it!”

“Stop blaming the killer? I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“What’s happening?!” Akane roars.

“You all need to shut up! We need to find poor Mahiru’s killer, you dummies!” Hiyoko squeals.

“Peko please!”

“I can’t take this! Peko come clean! I’m sorry, I can’t let you do this!”

“Young master!” Peko looks surprised.

“Do it! I told you I wouldn’t stand for this, I’m sorry Peko, I really am but I can’t allow this any longer, not when S/O is in danger.”

Peko looks disdained but does as he says and you can’t believe your ears. The trial ends in a whir and you can barely catch your breath.

“How could this happen?” You stare at Monokuma as he slams his gavel down. There’s nothing else you can do but cry, joining Fuyuhiko in tears.You’re so numb as you watch her be taken to her death, you are completely unprepared for Fuyuhiko to leap into the fray you scream his name as he is slashed by Peko’s bamboo sword.

You are held back by the others as you have to watch it all happen, even as the ambulance drives in. You don’t even remember anything from the time between losing Fuyuhiko and finding him again in the hospital after Peko’s execution. 

Hoshi

“I doubt Shuichi is the culprit, he had no reason to do it. Well, no more reason than the rest of us to and he was with Kaede the entire time!” You reason.

“...”

“Shuichi would never do that. Right, Shuichi.” Gonta confirms.

“...”

“Oh don’t tell me you’re going to plead the fifth now.” Mutters Hoshi.

“...”

“Hoshi please, this isn’t getting us anywhere!”

“It’s not like him saying nothing is helping either, S/O.”

“Even so!”

“Why are you fighting so hard to say he isn’t the culprit, there’s no proof, unless... You are the culprit, huuuuh S/O?” Kokichi sing-songs mockingly. A bit surprised at this suddenly being aimed at you, there is a stumble and suddenly everyone is upon you.

“Actually, that makes sense, you seem the most adamant that Shuichi isn’t the killer, what makes you so sure?” Kiibo inquires, honestly baffled.

“Well-well, I just don’t see him being a killer, but that doesn’t mean that I killed poor Rantaro!”

“I dunno~ You seem pretty suspicious right now S/O~” Kokichi chimes in.

“So not cool man.” Hoshi perks up staring down the grinning prankster across from him.

“Aww~ But I’m just playing with S/O.”

“Well don’t.” Hoshi’s tone demands no more discussion on the topic and you send him a relieved look. He nods back to you and the discussion continues on to a drawn-out heartbreaking end.

[supportive-rat]

I DIDN'T REALIZE U WERE INTO DANGAN RONPA IM GUNNA SEND YOU SO MANY QUESTIONS. HERES MY LIST. 1, 4-10, 14-16, 18 FROM THE FIRST GAME, 22 OUT OF ALL (DON'T KNOW MUCH ABT 3RD GAME NGL AAA), 26, 27, 34, 36, 46, 77, 90, AND 95 HIT ME THE FUCK UP

SQUEALS IM ANSWERING THIS LIKE FIVE MONTHS LATE DUDE IM SO SORRY SMHJWDSHGJWDSJGH THANK YOU SM THO YES I NEED TO RAMBLE INDECISIVELY ABOUT DANGLY ROPES!!! HEARTS

1. Favorite game: sdr2!! its the first one I played through and finished and I just love the cast and their dynamics a ton but the other ones are completely precious to me for different reasons

4. Favourite character: I love all of them pls. I’ll just pick three CC’s from each—

DR1: junko, chihiro, CELES

SDR2: hiyoko, souda, fuyuhiko

NDRV3: angie, kokichi, tenko

also I haven’t watched the anime or finished drae but I love juzou and komaru

5. Best girl: sakura is blessed and deserved better

6. Best boy: hajime/izuru is blessed and deserved better

7. Favourite class trial from all the games: hmm… I’m gonna cheat and name multiple!! I remember really liking chapter 2 from sdr2 because I liked all the characters involved and twilight syndrome murder case was cool, and basically chaps 4 and 5 from all of them because what the fuck

8. Least favourite character: teruteru makes me so uncomfortable, sorry if you like him but like, stop harassing women gremlin fgjhgfhnnbh his execution was satisfying (also haji who he doesn’t exist pls)

9. Least favourite class trial: I don’t love the chapter 6/final trials from any of the games that much? I ended up getting into them eventually!! but my attention span kinda didn’t care about reading all the exposition worldbuilding stuff at the end, esp for ndrv3

10. What would be your Ultimate Title: shsl lesbian. shsl dumbass. shsl gender confusion. shsl what the fuck. shsl croc wearer. HFJHGFN NO FOR REAL I’d probably like to be the contortionist or actor? idk I’m untalented 

14. What do you think about Danganonpa 1 anime: I TRIED TO WATCH IT BUT HAD NO ATTENTION SPAN but the dub voices are hysterical 

15. Your absolute OTP: INHALES I HAVE SO MANY. I literally can’t pick one, lmk if you want a giant list ajhdhjbf

16. Your absolute BROTP: kokichi/angie besties!!!!!!! also, the main character trio from each game (kiri/nae/gami, koma/hina/nanami, ouma/sai/matsu) soft

18. Favourite rare ship: from the first game?? chihiro x sakura or really any character is underrated! 

22. Favourite talent: hmm! I really like shsl nurse! (fashionista/idol and crime leader/yakuza/gangster types are always fun for talentswaps as well)

26. Favourite execution: I LOVE ALL THE IRONIC ONES I’m a sucker for angst and violence ahjndjghd so I loved the ultimate punishment, der flohwalzer and burning of the versailles witch, among many others

27. Least favourite execution: wild west insecticide was… weird? I didn’t feel like it was fitting for our boy gonta!! and in ndrv3 the monokubs being included in the executions was always distracting, I just didn’t like it much

34. Best character design: this is tough because character designs are like my favorite part of all the games and I think they nail almost all of them!!! the first one I thought of was chiaki, because I think it suits her personality and purpose for being created really well. it looks like someone chihiro would design, the colors are soothing and I feel like I can hug her 

36. Character who looks amazing but you don’t like: himiko and kirumi you’re gorgeous but kinda boring and undeveloped I’m sorry-

46. Unpopular headcanon: all of my gender/sexuality hcs arent as popular as I’d wish— also a lot of weird sibling hcs—

77. What do you think of the fandom: I joined it recently compared to most people and I know there’s uhh. cough cough sides of it that aReNt gReAT BUT all of the people I’ve personally met and talked to it about are very sweet and wonderful!!!!

90. Do you like Junko: YES okay not because I think she’s redeemable but I’m SUCH A SLUT FOR A GOOD ANTAGONIST. the way she’s supposed to be a villain with no reason to do what she does and no way to reason with her is so fun, and psycho-analyzing her like. YES. SO INTERESTING. also fucbfkin hot

95. What do you think of Gundham Tanaka: WONDERFUL CHILD I have lots of hcs for him and I think he deserves all the good things in life. his trial was heartbreaking. boyfriends with kazuichi

[necnvein]

alyssa beaubier || task 6

explanations + credit under cut!

Roxy Lalonde - Homestuck

A stepford smiler with problems of acting a lot more upbeat than she actually is, roxy who i tend to think of when i think party girl type characters and that’s the archetype Alyssa tries to be.

Art by Nuryfury

Abigail Walker - InFamous: Second Son

This character is the way i got introduced to neon manipulation as a power. Plus they both have unnaturally dyed hair. I haven’t actually played the infamous games though so i don’t know much more about her

Leliana - Dragon Age

Both are women who are trying to move on from a crime ridden past while being cheerful who both keeping having their history show up with no way to get away from it.

Kazuichi Souda - Danganronpa

He’s got bright hair is kinda a dumbass, she’s got bright hair and is kinda a dumbass. That’s it

Art by RANDOM-drawer357

Nott - Critical Role

They both are run aways from their families for thing outside of their control and both have some boomerang bigot tendencies with at least some discomfort in what they are.

Toph Beifong - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Both are women who’ve ran away from home to follow a path their parent(s) wouldn’t like. They both also share the tendency to act out when they feel they aren’t being understood

Kelly Bailey - Misfits

Both put up a front and hide their most caring side. Alyssa like Kelly would be very protective of her friends, unlike Kelly Alyssa is a lot less prone to violence

Aubrey Little - The Adventure Zone

She reminds me a lot of how Alyssa found out about her powers, both used them by mistake and nearly got people hurt greatly then had to be helped by a motherly figure to figure out what was happening. Also both due to their powers had part of them turn unnaturally orange.

Art by Dveadeye

[idnek83]

Aid - Chapter 2/13

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Alternate Universe - Island Mode, No Game Spoilers, Masturbation,  Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Grinding, Wet Dreams, Anal Fingering,  Friends With Benefits,  Getting Together, Internalized Homophobia, Anal Sex

Summary: Everyone is hot and half naked because of their beach vacation. Soda is horny and tries to do something about it. Gundham tries to help and does. It all gets a little out of hand.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Read on Ao3

This Chapter: Soda isn't really sure where he stands with Gundham right now, but he's not going to worry about it. The boys bond over hamsters.

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All in all, things had been way less awkward than Soda thought they would be.

After catching his breath and cleaning up the mess Soda had made on his stomach, Gundham simply left the beach house, stating that he needed to “construct fortifications worthy of The Four Dark Devas of Destruction,” grabbing a bucket and small plastic shovel on his way out of the storage room.

Soda had given himself a moment to think about how weird, and maybe slightly cute, Gundham was for making his hamsters a sandcastle, before leaving out the back door of the beach house.

After that he didn’t see Gundham again until dinner, where he took the seat beside Soda silently and began to eat his meal.

This caught Hajime’s attention, and when he asked about it Gundham spoke up for the first time that meal.

“Kazuichi has elected to ally his body with mine on my dark crusade through this mortal realm. Is it so unnatural that I deign to be near those who I consider my confidants?”

‘Ally his body with mine’? Did Gundham actually just admit to everyone that they had… we’ll they didn’t really fuck, but they had gotten each other off and that was still super awkward to just announce in the middle of a group dinner.

“Oh, so you two are buddies now then?” Akane offered through a mouthful of meat.

Sonia, who seemed to have the uncanny ability to perfectly understand what Gundham was saying at least 50% of the time, narrowed her beautiful eyes and raised a perfectly shaped brow, her gaze shifting between the two of them.

“Uh, yeah. Haha, you got a problem with us being bros, Hajime? Promise I’ll always make time for my soul buddy, so ya don’t gotta be jealous.” Soda forced an exaggerated laugh to try to hide how nervous he felt under Sonia’s stunning gaze. “So, uh, anyways, Hajime, who ended up winning that game of chicken?”

With the topic safely changed the rest of the dinner was pretty unremarkable, aside from Soda constantly replaying what Gundham had said in his mind, and trying to figure out just what exactly the fuck he had meant. It had to be just weird Gundham speak for ‘we’re bros now’ right? There’s no way he would just come out and tell everyone they got each other off, even in his weird cryptic way of speaking, right?

Everyone ended up just heading back to their cabins after dinner, and Soda found himself sleeping better than he had since they arrived on the island.

When they met up for breakfast the next day Gundham sat next to him again, bantering with their classmates in the same strange way he usually did, no strange maybe-confessions of hooking up to be heard. Soda relaxed and let himself join the conversation like normal.

The rest of the day passed without note, Soda spent most of it fiddling with various knickknacks he had found around the island and wishing he could have brough his bike to work on instead. When dinner rolled around Gundham once again took his seat beside Soda, and he accepted that this was just the way it was gonna be from now on.

Except that now he’s been sitting in the hotel restaurant for like 20 minutes, having finished his breakfast a while ago, and the seat beside him is still empty.

Where the hell was Gundham?

Well whatever, dude can do what he wants, it’s not like they made a promise to eat together or anything.

Soda picked up his plate and took it over to the kitchen to be washed later. When he turned around Gundham was behind him.

“Shit!” Soda jumped back before calming down a bit “D-don’t fucking do that man, you scared me.”

“Apologies, my companion. I did not mean to frighten you, it had slipped my mind just how dulled mortals’ senses are. I will be sure to alert you of my presence next time.”

Soda rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed by how startled he had been. “Whatever dude. Where were you anyways? You missed breakfast.” Right when he had just gotten used to him being there too.

“Ah, I must apologize again.” Gundham actually bowed slightly this time. “I was cleansing impurities from the lairs of my Dark Devas, and it would appear that I fell prey to some fiendish time anomaly.”

Cleaning his hamster cages and lost track of time, got it.

Gundham stood upright again. “However, now that the Devas’ lairs have been properly cleansed, it would be safe for a mortal such as yourself to lay eyes on them.”

Gundham seemed to be waiting for Soda to say something. Oh, was that his way of inviting him to check out his hamster cages? Soda didn’t really know a lot about caring for hamsters, so he wouldn’t mind going back to Gundham’s room and-

Oh.

Gundham’s room.

Shit was Gundham propositioning him? It was still pretty early, but maybe Gundham was more of a morning guy when it came to getting off. Ok, yeah, he could work with that.

Soda could feel himself blushing. “S-sure.”

Gundham simply raised an eyebrow.

Right he didn’t actually ask Soda to come ‘look at his hamster cages,’ he just heavily implied that Soda should ask him if he could ‘look at his hamster cages.’

“Right, I mean, if it’s safe and whatever do you think I could take a look at your ham- uh, Devas’ lairs?”

“If that is your wish, I will accompany you their lairs once I have found sustenance.”

Right, you shouldn’t bone on an empty stomach. That’s probably a thing people say, right?

“Cool, I’ll just, uh, be in my room then. So just come get me once your… sustained?” Look, he was trying alright?

Gundham spared him a nod before moving to find his own breakfast. Then Soda left the hotel to go sit in his room like a dumbass who definitely should have just stayed in the hotel cus what the fuck was he gonna do in his room for the like 10 minute it would take Gundham to eat?

He entered his cabin and flopped onto his bed. Should he like, put on sexy underwear or something? Did he own sexy underwear? All his boxers fit him pretty much the same, and even if they were slightly different, they were all covered in similar random splashes of neon colors, so none of them really seemed any sexier than the others.

What the fuck were you supposed to do while waiting for a hookup? He couldn’t, like, get things started on his own cus he still had to walk over to Gundham’s cabin and he wasn’t gonna risk getting caught with a hard-on again. He wasn’t sure if he had enough time to shower either… not that it’d really matter since he’d just be getting all hot and sweaty again soon anyways...

Nope, can’t think about that right now, still have to make that walk.

Soda stood and walked over to the mirror in the bathroom. He combed out his hair with his fingers, fiddled with his braid, and checked his teeth for food. Great, he had killed like 30 seconds.

Why was he so nervous damnit! They had already seen each other naked, hell he had Gundham’s dick in his mouth! He swallowed his cum! There was nothing to be nervous about!

Unless… what if Gundham wanted more this time? Soda hadn’t really thought too much about actual sex with a dude yet. Like, what exactly would Gundham expect him to do? Would he be into it if Gundham put his dick in his-

There was a knock at the door and Soda jumped.

Shit, no more time to think about it.

Soda opened the door, kinda hoping it wasn’t actually Gundham who had knocked, but there he was, in all his weird, handsome glory.

“H-hey.” It would be rude to back out now, right? Like they had that whole pact thing Gundham had mentioned so…

“I have reconstituted this mortal shell, so let us make haste. The Devas have granted you access to their lairs, Kazuichi, it would not do to make them wait.” Gundham turned and walked away.

Ok, shit, he could do this, he’d be fine. He didn’t even actually know if Gundham was gonna try to fuck him, like, they were probably just gonna mess around again, right?

Soda took a deep breath, slowly exhaled and followed Gundham to his cabin.

Once inside Soda made sure to lock the door behind himself. He needed a moment, so he pressed his head against the solid wood of the door and took another deep breath.

“Are you unwell, my companion?” Ok yeah, Gundham was gonna notice that and he was dumb for not realising it.

“I’m good, just-“

Gundham was behind him when he turned, like, right behind him. The sheer closeness of him made Soda blush, and he couldn’t manage to look Gundham in the eye. However, Gundham apparently wasn’t going to let him hide.

Soda felt Gundham place his finger below his chin, and gently lift his head so he could see his face. God, he thought they were close before, but having their faces, their mouths, so near each other made the distance feel unbelievably smaller somehow. Soda didn’t know what to do, his eyes were locked on the mismatched set currently examining his own face and he was frozen.

He felt Gundham shift, bringing his other hand up towards his face as well, and Soda couldn’t help but close his eyes, not certain what was about to happen, but anticipating it anyway.

The press of lips against his-

Gundham placed his hand on Soda’s forehead and hummed, shaking him out of whatever the hell he was imagining.

“You feel quite warm. Are you certain you are not unwell? I am positive the Devas will grant you access another time if you are not yet ready for their splendor.”

Was he ready?

“No, really I’m fine. I’m just, uh, excited I guess?” Might as well just get it over with, at least figure out what exactly Gundham wants from him before he freaks out about it. “So maybe we can just like… get right to it?”

“Such enthusiasm” Gundham’s voice was low, approving, and still so damn close that Soda could swear he felt it vibrate through his body. “Very well then.”

Gundham stepped backwards and gestured grandly to the room “Behold!”

Soda was still reeling from the tonal whiplash his own stupid thoughts were giving him, so the dumbfound look on his face, as he surveyed the colorful sprawling tubes winding their way across the floor, into a large cage and back out the top of it, was genuine.

“Impressive, is it not? The Four Dark Devas of Destruction demand not but the best in all things. This lair may be but a fragment of their true dwelling, but it is still magnificent! Do you not agree?”

Soda continued to stare at the strange structure before him, he was literally speechless.

Wait so, when Gundham asked him to come look at his hamster cages… he had actually just meant he wanted him to look at his hamster cages?

“Ha! It seems your mortal mind was not yet ready to behold such a marvel! Fear not, my dear companion, the Devas power shall not harm you while I am here! Should you still feel overwhelmed, however, you need only let me know and I will return you to your own domain swiftly.”

Gundham crossed his arms and hid the bottom half of his face in his scarf. It looked like he was starting to get embarrassed by Soda’s continued silence. Shit, he didn’t want him to think he thought it was dumb or something, time to tell his confused dick to shut up, and get his equally confused brain to start making words.

“Oh, sorry dude. I was just, um, super surprised! I mean, this stuff takes up like half your room. You must be really dedicated to taking care of your, uh, Devas if you’re willing to give up so much space for them. Like, damn dude.”

As Soda spoke, he watched as Gundham practically inflate with pride again. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy to see it.

“Well of course, a proper environment is important to all creatures, both large and small, but I do not consider the lost space a determent to my own domain, rather-“

Gundham began to monologue about the importance of varied and enriching environments, before delving deeply into different aspects of proper hamster care. Soda couldn’t really keep up, but he was enjoying watching Gundham talk so animatedly about something he was obviously passionate about. As Gundham talked, Soda crouched down and began to examine the tubes up close. They didn’t exactly look like they were hard to connect, but the thought of Gundham painstakingly placing them, ensuring they were properly connected so his hamsters didn’t escape or get hurt, made him smile and feel a warmth in his chest completely different from what he had felt earlier.

Gundham crouched down beside him, pausing his monologue, and immediately a hamster skittered through the tubes and stopped in front of them, as if summoned. Soda looked from the hamster to Gundham, and made sure to commit the soft smile that appeared on Gundham’s face to memory.

“Ah, Jum-P, you appear to be at full strength once again.” Gundham gently disconnected a section of the tube and allowed the hamster to crawl into his hand, before carefully reconnecting the tunnel.

“Full strength? Was he sick?”

“Jum-P was waging war with an unidentified demon late into the night. By this morning, the demon had been banished, but Jum-P was left weakened by the battle, I… was worried the battle may have been to fierce.” Gundham’s face was sober as he spoke, he was carefully examining the hamster in his hand at the same time, probably checking for any signs of remaining illness or injury.

Oh, so that was why Gundham had missed breakfast, he must have been up pretty late taking care of his hamster. In fact-

“Gundham, did you… did you get any sleep last night?” Now that he was looking, there were definitely dark circles under Gundham’s eyes. Gundham did not look away from the hamster.

“I could not rest while one of my Devas fought such a fierce battle. Though, I fear there was little I could do without knowing the true identity of the demon.” Gundham looked sad as he began to pet the hamster. “I apologize, Jum-P, I was unable to assist you in your time of need. I have failed as your guardian.” God, he had never seen Gundham look so miserable before.

“I’m sure that’s not true…” Gundham raised his miserable gaze to Soda “I-I mean, even if you couldn’t, um, fight the demon for him, I’m sure just having you there helped, right? Animals are supposed to be sensitive to that kinda stuff, aren’t they? I’m sure he knew you were there worrying about him and it, like, helped him fight better!” He was having a hard time sticking to Gundham’s battle metaphor, but he looked a bit less miserable, so Soda kept talking. “Sometimes all you really need is someone there to support you right? Everything’s a little less scary that way, so I’m sure you helped Jum-P more than you know! Uh, right?”

Gundham smiled softly again, this time while looking at Soda, and he was pretty sure he was going to die any second from how goddamn handsome this man was. When Gundham looked back at his hamster Soda was both relieved and disappointed.

“I have misjudged you, my dear companion, it appears you possess great wisdom, incongruous with your outward appearance. I thank you for your words, friend.”

“Hell yeah I’m wise, and don’t you forget it!” Soda was pretty sure Gundham had said he looked dumb somewhere in there, but whatever, he’d let it slide for now.

“Would you like to hold him?” Gundham extended the hand holding Jum-P towards Soda. The hamster was tiny, and had apparently just recovered from some disease, Soda was a little worried about hurting it by accident, but if Gundham trusted him…

“Can I? I mean is Jum-P cool with letting a mortal like me hold him? What if I, y’know, accidently hurt him or something?”

“You require great dexterity while attending to your constructs do you not? I trust your hands to be capable of managing Jum-P, he is the most tranquil of my Devas. However, if you are nervous, I will lend you my aid.” Soda blushed at the word, and he couldn’t be sure, but he thought Gundham did as well. “Hold your hands like so.” Gundham cupped both his hands together, creating a sort of bowl for the hamster to rest in.

Soda copied him, and Gundham placed the hand not occupied by Jum-P below Soda’s, supporting them as he gently placed the hamster into Soda’s palms, petting him lightly after he let go. Jum-P felt warm and ridiculously fragile in his hands, and Soda immediately began to panic. He was absolutely going to hurt this hamster somehow and Gundham was going to hate him.

“Relax.” There was that low voice again, so close, and this time Soda was certain he felt it reverberate through his body. He took a deep breath and focused on keeping his hands steady as the hamster sniffed his palms.

“Do I stink or something?” Soda let out a nervous laugh.

“Your scent is quite pleasant, Jum-P is simply familiarizing himself with it.” Gundham once again began to pet the hamster in Soda’s hands, still supporting them from below with his own.

Soda flicked his eyes up to Gundham’s face, and there was that stupid soft smile again. Soda suddenly became aware of their position. They were basically holding hands around the hamster, sitting with their knees touching and their heads bent together, foreheads no more than an inch apart. Had Gundham just said he smelled nice? He felt that weird warmth from earlier again, the one that had nothing to do with his dick and sat heavy in his chest. He swallowed and looked back down at the hamster.

“Oh! Is he asleep?” The hamster had curled up in his palms and looked to be breathing peacefully.

“Yes, it would appear Jum-P has deemed you worthy of his trust. You should be honored.”

“Oh, thanks little dude.” He giggled a bit “So do we have to sit here like this until he wakes up, or?”

Soda was enjoying himself, but his knees were starting to hurt, and he had no idea how long hamsters slept for…

“That will not be necessary, Jum-P is a sound sleeper, he will not be disturbed by being relocated to his lair. Would you like to do it, or shall I?”

Soda was pretty flattered that Gundham would trust him enough to carry the hamster across the room the cage, but he didn’t trust himself not to trip over one of the hamster tubes on the way.

“You should probably do it, I’m still pretty worried about dropping him.”

“Very well.” Gundham scooped the hamster from his palms, and Soda had to admit he kinda missed the feeling of its furry little body in his hands.

Almost as much as he missed the feeling of Gundham’s hand on his.

He wasn’t really ready to think about what that meant just yet.

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Aid - Chapter 5/13

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Alternate Universe - Island Mode, No Game Spoilers, Masturbation,  Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Grinding, Wet Dreams, Anal Fingering,  Friends With Benefits,  Getting Together, Internalized Homophobia, Anal Sex

Summary: Everyone is hot and half naked because of their beach vacation. Soda is horny and tries to do something about it. Gundham tries to help and does. It all gets a little out of hand.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

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This Chapter: Soda tries incredibly hard to ignore everything his heart is telling him by listening to his dick instead. Soda has a dream and goes shopping, Gundham makes him eat breakfast.

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Soda felt like his chest was going to burst. He felt like he was going to throw-up.

He unclasped his hand from Gundham’s.

“H-hey, we should probably clean up and head back.” He couldn’t look at him. He pulled up his shorts and stood.

He picked up the bowl. His heart wouldn’t stop hammering.

He stood frozen there, holding the bowl and taking deep unsteady breaths.

A hand on his shoulder. He flinched.

“Kazuichi?” Gundham sounded concerned. Genuinely concerned.

About him.

“I’m good dude. Let’s just… go back.” Shit, he was being rude. He looked up at Gundham and forced a smile “I mean, you’ve been up since yesterday right? Don’t wanna push you…”

Gundham smiled softly. Soda felt happy. Soda felt disgusted.

“I slumbered while you were at the beach with our companions.” Gundham took a step towards him. “I have more than enough energy for the rest of the night.” A hand on his hip. Soda looked away. “You, however, seem somewhat… drained. Let us retire then.”

Soda watched as Gundham retrieved his towel. He wanted to hold him. He wanted to be held.

They returned to the hotel grounds.

Soda wanted to be alone.

When he turned to goodbye to Gundham, he found him, once again, standing so, so close.

Gundham raised a hand to his face and stroked his cheek. “Sleep well, my paramour.” He lifted Soda’s hand and kissed his knuckles once more.

Gundham smiled softly and left.

Soda didn’t want to be alone.

He closed the door behind him as he walked into his cabin and slid to the ground.

He lifted his hand to his mouth as he thought of Gundham’s. His lips so soft and gentle on his knuckles, warm and tender on his neck, sly and teasing on his chest, and wet and hot on his cock.

He was getting turned on again.

Soda sighed and dragged himself to bed.

He fell into a fitful sleep wondering what those lips would feel like on his own.

–

He felt like he was floating. His body was hot, and he was so god damned turned on.

Gundham’s hands were hot on his hips, pulling him close and holding him still. Soda thought he was whispering something into his ear, but he couldn’t be sure. He couldn’t hear over his own cries of Gundham’s name.

Soda could feel Gundham’s body sliding against his own as he thrust into him.

He didn’t know what it felt like. It felt amazing. He checked the window of the beach house to make sure no one was watching.

Gundham was kissing his neck the way he had been on the beach, biting now and then and making Soda gasp. His thrusts were slow and shallow, hardly pulling his hips away from Sodas ass before pressing them flush again.

Soda might have been crying, he didn’t really know. His chest felt tight. He wanted to kiss Gundham.

Gundham’s lips were soft, gentle. Loving.

Soda wasn’t sure if he wanted that.

The lips on his were hot, and soon they were joined by an equally hot tongue.

The sand was cold.

Gundham fucked into him faster and bit his lip. Soda felt amazing. Soda felt guilty. He let the guilt be washed away by Gundham relentlessly pounding into him.

He knew he was crying. He felt so good. He felt awful.

“Don’t stop! Don’t leave!”

Gundham kissed his knuckles.

Soda woke up.

–

He was in his bed in his cabin, not in the beach house and not on the beach. And he was alone.

His heart was racing, and his dick was hard.

Jesus.

He sat up, put his head in his hands and tried to stop thinking about his dream. He’d had all kinds of sexy dreams before, he’d woken up hard nearly as many times as he had woken up with a sticky mess in his pants. Hell, this wasn’t even the first time he had dreamt of a guy.

But he’d never woken up feeling so rattled.

His heart was still hammering away in his chest as he tried to make sense of that.

It couldn’t have been the kissing, he usually kissed the people he fucked in his dreams so…

His thoughts filled with the fading images of Gundham fucking him, his dick took interested, he remembered the feeling of Gundham’s lips, and his heart beat impossibly faster.

Oh.

It must have been the whole getting fucked thing. Had he dreamt of that before? Probably not right?

Soda exhaled shakily. Yeah, it was definitely the thought of getting fucked that was affecting him so much. His brain was getting caught up on it because he had no frame of reference for it, he had never had a dick or anything in his ass, duh, so he was just shaken up cus like, uh-

What would it feel like to have something in his ass? It was really good in his dream, but there was no way if would feel that way for real.

Right?

Fuck.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Maybe it really did feel amazing, there were lots of people who were, like, super into anal, so at the very least it couldn’t be bad. Plus, that was where the G-spot was supposed to be on dudes, right? So…

He was going to need lube if he actually wanted to try this. He glanced over to a toolbox that he knew had a bottle of oil inside it. That would probably work.

But what if it didn’t? What if he got, like, oil-poisoning and had to explain to some doctor why exactly he had been putting it up his ass.

“Well ya see doc, I had a dream about this really hot dude and-“

Nope. That was not fucking happening.

The supermarket here had condoms; he had been checking the place out on the first day they had arrived, and had totally not felt flustered at all when he saw them just casually sitting in one of the aisles. He didn’t need condoms (shit, did he need condoms?) but if they had lube, that’s probably where it’d be, right?

He glanced at the clock. Everyone would be eating breakfast right now. If he wanted to do this without getting caught, he had to do it now.

He got dressed and hid his boner as best he could, promising his dick if it could just chill for now, he’d be sure to give it plenty of attention later. The thought did not help his dick chill. Whatever.

He stepped out of his cabin and looked around in a totally unsuspicious way to make sure none of his classmates were around before heading for the supermarket.

–

How had he even made it this far? He knew his face was bright red as he stared at the little shelf where he had seen the condoms on the first day. Yup, still lots of condoms. He couldn’t help but gawk at a box labeled ‘XXXL’, and remember that Gundham was, in fact, quite well hung.

But XXXL? That had to be a joke, right? No one had a XXXL dick, right? Right?

Focus dumbass.

He shifted his gaze to the selection of lube. There were more options than he thought. Really, he had kinda just pictured there being one generic looking bottle labeled ‘lube’ that he could just grab and leave, but no, apparently there were options.

He fucking choked when he saw that one was banana flavored.

Well, at least that gets rid of one option. He quickly scanned them and ruled out anything with a flavor or an obnoxious color and settled on one that seemed pretty inconspicuous.

Like, it still said ‘Personal Lubricant’ in big ass letters across the bottle, but whatever.

He grabbed a pack on non-XXXL condoms for good measure and exited the aisle.

“Hm? Soda?”

This creepy fucking guy again.

Soda shoved the condoms in his pocket and moved to hide the lube behind his back in a totally subtle way.

“Oh what’s this?” Nagito reached out and plucked the lube from Soda’s hand. “Oh my. Could this have anything to do with what I overheard last night?” Nagito’s face was neutral and friendly, but there was definitely something weird in his eyes.

Shit. Right, Nagito had overheard him offering to ‘aid’ Gundham. Had he really figured out what that meant so easily? No way. It was probably just a lucky guess, which meant Soda could still get out of this situation by lying his ass off.

“W-what? No idea what you’re talkin’ bout dude.” Totally believable. He was a pro at lying. “Just needed some lubricant for the, uh, thing I’m working on. Like, obviously this isn’t the type I’d usually use, but they don’t have a, like, automotive section here or anything so I figured this would probably work well enough.” That should be convincing enough, Nagito probably didn’t know shit about what Soda did so there’s no way he could know for sure if he was lying. He forced a laugh and took the lube from Nagito’s hands. “Anyways, gotta get back to it.” He shot Nagito some finger guns and pushed past him to leave.

He was sure he was just being paranoid and imagining things when he heard Nagito mumble something that sounded like ‘Gundham’ before laughing creepily behind him.

Fuuuck.

He ran back to his cabin. If anyone saw he’d just make up an excuse later. There was literally no way Nagito could actually know what him and Gundham had been doing, right? He must have just been fucking with him, that’s what that guy was all about. He was just looking to get a rise out of Soda by saying weird shit.

Right?

Soda set the lube on his side table and laid facedown on his bed. Shit. Why had Nagito even been at the supermarket? Everyone should have been at breakfast still. Had Nagito been looking for him? No way. There were only like two people who might have cared that much that he missed breakfast: Hajime and…

He turned his head to stare at the lube.

This was all Gundham’s fault. Stupid, sexy Gundham, making him have stupid, sexy dreams, and giving him stupid, sexy thoughts.

He thought about Gundham’s cock in his ass. He thought about Gundham’s lips on his.

He reached for the lube.

There was a knock on the door.

His heart jumped and he stood up.

“Y-yeah, one second.” He adjusted his dick, which was thankfully only at half-mast, and answered the door.

Speak of the stupid, sexy devil.

“Is everything well, my companion? You were absent from this mornings meal, and I feared you had caught ill.” Gundham gently placed the back of his hand on Soda’s, admittedly heated, forehead.

“O-oh, nah, I’m good. I just needed- uh, I went to the supermarket to get- like, I just needed… stuff. Mechanic stuff. Cus I’m a mechanic. Ha.” Smooth. “Anyway, I guess I just, uh, forgot about breakfast?”

Gundham squinted at Soda and examined his face for a moment.

“Was your slumber troubled? You have the markings of one who’s rest was interrupted.”

Great, he must be rocking some pretty serious eyebags if Gundham was so concerned.

“Ah, it’s nothing. Just one of those nights, y’know?” One of those nights where you dream about your bro kissing you and fucking you senseless, y’know? One of those nights where you wake up so damn affected by the thought of your friend plowing your ass that you need to immediately go buy some lube and test out the real thing ASAP, y’know?

Yup, just one of those totally normal nights.

Speaking of, Soda remembered that the lube was still sitting on his side table, entirely visible from the door. Better get Gundham out of here before he notices…

Or?

“If you were not suffering from some affliction then you should have joined us to break your fast. It is important for mortals-”

Gundham was lecturing him about the importance of breakfast. But Soda was too busy watching his lips to listen. Or at least he was, until Gundham began accentuating his speech with flourishes of his hands and Soda found a new place to focus his attention.

Gundham’s fingers were slender and long, and, from what Soda could remember, they were strong. Maybe he could just… ask Gundham to help him figure out the whole ‘does it actually feel good to have stuff in your ass’ thing. He’d probably do it right? He’d probably be more than happy to help Soda out with those wonderful fingers of his, and he’d probably enjoy it just as much as Soda would…

But what if Soda didn’t like it? Like what if he created this whole sexy mood and then once things started getting hot and heavy he just, like, wasn’t into it? Would Gundham get mad? If Soda asked him to stick his fingers in his ass, then Gundham would probably… god, he’d probably assume that meant they were gonna fuck after, so if Soda changed his mind, he wouldn’t even blame Gundham for getting pissed. You can’t just blue-ball a guy like that and expect him to be okay with it…

Ok, so he should probably just keep the lube for a solo session.

He forced himself to focus on what Gundham was saying again. Still talking about breakfast, good.

“Okay, okay. I get it Gundham.” He raised his hands in defeat. “Let’s go get me some breakfast before I die of no-breakfast-itis or whatever.”

Gundham looked like he was debating calling Soda out for obviously not listening to whatever he had been saying about the importance of breakfast. He simply followed Soda to the hotel restaurant instead.

It felt a little weird to find the restaurant empty. Soda never really came here outside of the group’s regular meal times, so he was used to it being full of activity and noise. Now it was so quiet he could hear the ocean waves in the distance, and he thought to himself that it actually wouldn’t be a bad place to take a girl on a date.

Soda found some cereal and a bagel to eat, then took his spot at the big table they all normally ate at. Gundham took his seat beside him as usual. Wait, was it as usual? Did they usually sit this close? Gundham’s knee was touching his. Nope, pretty sure that was new.

Gundham began talking about the Deva’s. Soda thought he caught something about how Jum-P was doing well, and he was pretty sure he managed to say he was glad, but mostly he was just certain that he really liked the hand Gundham had rested on his lower back.

He was smiling while eating, and he had to actively remind himself to close his mouth all the way while he chewed. He watched Gundham between bites of his breakfast. He looked happy as well.

Soda let himself enjoy his surprisingly good mood, he felt like he had been stressing so much lately. What had he even been so worked up about? Sitting like this, chatting about nothing with Gundham’s arm around him, just felt nice. He felt calm. He felt happy.

He laughed at something Gundham said and bumped his head against his shoulder, letting himself just stay there for a moment. He wrapped an arm around Gundham’s back and gave a little squeeze, sighing and just taking a moment, before laughing again as he returned to his previous position to finish eating.

That had felt so nice. Why didn’t he hug his friends more? He looked to Gundham to make sure it hadn’t weirded him out or anything. He was rewarded with one of those soft little smiles he loved so much, proving his friend had enjoyed it just as much.

Gundham… was his friend, right?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone coming up the stairs.

It felt like a bubble popped. Suddenly his stomach dropped, and he moved his knee away from Gundham’s. He shifted his shoulders and Gundham seemed to get the hint, removing that warm hand from his back.

Soda told himself he was glad.

“Ah, so this is where you were Gundham!”

That was… Sonia. Soda heart did about six different things at once and he couldn’t tell if he was more excited, scared, or disappointed to see her.

“Hi Sonia.”

“Greetings, dark queen.”

He sounded so pathetic next to Gundham, no wonder Sonia ignored him.

“Gundham, I wanted to ask you about a creature I saw earlier.” Sonia sat across from them and began to describe some animal. Soda’s head just filled with static.

He stared at her, still so lovely, still so perfect, and yet, looking at her didn’t make him feel the way it used to. He watched her ignore him and he could feel his heart breaking. Of course she had never like him, what did he have to offer someone like her?

What did he have to offer anyone?

He was just some stupid mechanic. His grades were below average, and his family was poor. He wasn’t even attractive or funny or anything. He was just a waste of space, he really couldn’t blame Sonia for ignoring him. Everyone should probably just ignore him. No one actually cared about him. He should just-

There was a warm hand on his shoulder. Gundham was looking at him questioningly.

“W-what?”

“I was asking your opinion, dear friend, the dark queen and I were discussing how enjoyable our trip has been thus far. Do you feel the same?”

Gundham smiled at him, but there was a bit of concern in his eyes.

Right.

Some people did care about him.

Sonia not caring didn’t mean no one did.

Sonia wasn’t everything.

He opened his mouth to tell Gundham that, yeah, despite how confused and anxious he had been recently, he did feel the same.

“Soda, it is impolite not to answer someone when they ask you a question. You even made Gundham repeat himself, yet you are still ignoring him. You should apologize for being so rude.”

Something snapped in Soda and he could feel his face turn red.

Sonia wanted him to apologize for ignoring someone?

He stood abruptly and didn’t look at either of them. He was shaking with how hard he was trying not to shout. He just swallowed and turned from the table.

“My companion?” Gundham sounded worried now. Soda felt kinda guilty about it, but he just needed to get away before he said something stupid.

“Sorry.” He muttered as he moved towards the stairs.

He knew he heard Sonia say something about him having no manners as he left.

He just walked a little faster. He kept his eyes focused on the ground and his fists clenched all the way back to his cabin.

He though he would yell when he got there. Yell and maybe break something he’d regret ruining later. But once he closed the door, he just felt tired and sad. He crouched down and pushed the heels of his palms into his eyes to stop himself from crying.

Yeah, it didn’t work.

He was sobbing. Crying alone in his room like a pussy, but he could hardly bring himself to care. Why did he even like Sonia? And why did she have to treat him like such shit? It wasn’t like he was actually rude to her, right? Like, sure, sometimes he stared more than he probably should, but was that really so bad? Wasn’t that actually like a compliment? Girls loved guys obsessing over how hot they-

Oh.

Soda was an asshole. Of course Sonia hated him. He was just constantly, like, leering at her, wasn’t he? And he was always following her around when she obviously didn’t want him there, and trying to insert himself into her conversations. He just never took the hint that she didn’t like him, huh? No wonder she had just started ignoring him completely.

Shit. He needed to apologize to her. And then he needed to just… leave her alone. She probably wouldn’t ever like him, but maybe if he left her alone long enough?

No. If he kept thinking like that then he’d probably just piss her off even more.

Still, it wasn’t like she had to treat Soda so badly. Like, she could have just told him off instead, it would have hurt less.

Ok, well, in her defense, confronting someone like that was pretty hard, so really, it was probably entirely Soda’s fault for not realizing what a jackass he was being earlier.

He let out a deep, shaky breath, and was surprised to find he actually felt a little better.

Huh. He didn’t think admitting he had been wrong would have felt so… relieving?

He got up and sat on hid bed so he could stop crouching in the middle of his room like a crazy person. He rubbed the dried tears from his cheeks and let himself just breathe for a while. It wasn’t like he was over Sonia, but he was ready to accept that it probably wouldn’t have been the best relationship for either of them…

It was probably thanks to Gundham that he was finally able to realize that. Now that he wasn’t so damn sexually frustrated, he was finally able to see things a little more clearly. Well, maybe it wasn’t just the sex that had helped. He thought back to the way he had felt before Sonia had shown up to crash his breakfast with Gundham. Gundham just made him feel like… like maybe he wasn’t the failure everyone thought he was.

But the sex was pretty damn good too, even if it wasn’t, like, sex sex…

Soda glanced at the bottle that was still sitting on his side table.

Yet.

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