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dansconcepts · 6 months ago

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Balloons

A (not so) little Komahina drabble with a Kyouko (and hints of Naegiri) preamble based on this interaction from the Danganronpa Summer Camp game (and yes I 100% bought it and for full price because I'm really silly but I'm so committed for the interactions like JSKAJSKSKA I want them to be happy so bad):

Hajime: You make the flower petals like this, attach the stem… and there ya go, done! Kyouko: Huh, you're surprisingly dexterous. Kyouko: Would you mind if I took this flower? Hajime: Sure, no problem at all. Kyouko: Thanks. Keep up the good work. Kyouko exits. Hajime: I know it's a fake flower, but… giving it to a girl is still kinda embarrassing. Hajime: And to Kyouko, no less. I hope she doesn't tell the boys that she got it from me…

The detective thumbs at the rubbery material, indeed appreciating Hajime’s workmanship. He truly does seem capable of plenty, even if it was like a jack of all trades. But oftentimes is better than a master of one. She retorts her silent conjecture. And indeed, it shows in the way his determination seems to spark around people who are motivated in their passions.

It is just like the creation of this flower. The happy yellow it sprouts reminds her of a certain classmate. She has no need to act coy to herself, it is prevalent to her that her emotions have strayed to a place she never anticipated them to go.

Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Luck. He has shown time and time again he was more than such a title. Every time he asks questions, remarks on a viewpoint she hadn’t considered, provides patience and calmness when she is unable to compose herself quickly enough… he was endearing and dependable, the type that she can’t help but be drawn to in the midst of the chaos that was her detective duties.

Perhaps she will present this flower to Makoto. It may not be overly affectionate, but she knows Makoto enjoys small acts with messages as simple as “being thought about”. It’s an idea to scoff at, with his easy going personality being the most digestible compared to her fellow classmates. He is, quite often, considered by everyone as the de facto leader of their class the moment he stepped up in second year. His development was quite admirable and impressive. Everyday, he will be greeted by everyone and talked to in one way or the other.

In that sense, it is easier to dismiss his more anxious side, melancholic and self-loathing. Although caring for others is not very easy for her despite the strides being taken by her classmates, there is something about Makoto that makes her feel adequate in giving him an ear to listen to rather than forcing physical affection.

“Kirigiri?” A soft voice pushes through her reverie. Lavender eyes trail up to stark white hair, and a more casual outfit than she has ever seen him wearing. It reflects the setting of the festival however, and she endeavours to say as much-

“I apologize for interrupting you with my presence. I know you must have more important matters than looking upon trash like me,” Kyouko’s mouth closes. Nothing has prepared her to treat this sudden situation. She is aware of Komaeda’s low self-esteem and the way it manifests, but she has never been on its receiving end and is uncertain how to proceed. Komaeda continues on regardless, “I saw this flower balloon had flown out of your hands and I managed to get it back in one piece. How lucky!”

Indeed, in his hand is the yellow flower balloon that she must have let go of during her musings. She takes it from him and nods. “Thank you Komaeda.”

He beams. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all, I’m very happy to help. It’s really the least I could do for an Ult- for such an admirable person.”

She notices the intentional slipping of the word “Ultimate”, but does not make any move to indicate her recognition of it. Clearly, it was a habit of his he was trying to stop, if his behaviour is any indication.

“Although," Komaeda says, "I did find it strange you had a balloon with you.”

“Hinata is the one making them. Although his repertoire was limited, he does what he offers quite well.”

The Ultimate Lucky student hums, turning his head back in the direction of where Hinata’s table was. “Really now? How fascinating.” He looks to the ground, and she wonders what he is pondering about.

She remembers seeing them together often, albeit in passing. She notes that their position relative to the celebration is quite distant, out closer to the beach, but still close enough to see most of the attractions. Hmm… “From what I observed, he still has about half a package of balloons left. I’m quite certain you can get one from him.”

Kyouko studies the way Komaeda turns to her warily. She has a hunch now though, and she states, “He would gladly give you one, regardless of what occurs. I think he will appreciate a more familiar presence supporting him.”

Some emotions seem to dart across Komaeda’s face, but she cannot process them all in time before it settles. He sighs. “Ah, I suppose you figured me out. As expected of the Ultimate Detective!” He praises. She sees the way he glances back to the festival tents. “I suppose I can pay a friend a visit.”

She allows herself a smile, hoping it comes off as encouraging. “Good luck.”

He laughs. “I sure hope I'll have it.”

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Nagito hugs himself loosely, clutching onto the soft fabric enveloping him as he walks past stands and tents. He looks around, biting his lip. A sigh inevitably escapes, much like his resolve always does.

He listens. Chatter, laughter- so much, so loud... But no cries or sobs. No cracks of wood or thumps of metal. And most thankfully, no screams. Regardless, he checks around him anyway. His presence here can change so many things. He can bring so much despair just by simply existing. Why did he possibly come in here again?

A glimpse of spiky brown hair and a familiar tie fills his vision. Right. It always traces back to Hajime.

The Reserve Course student goes to finish up shaping a red balloon into a flower, and hands it over to the Ultimate Astronaut, although his name escapes him. He can hear the “Awesome!” all the way from where he's standing, which is kind of impressive. The man makes his way to the Ultimate Caregiver, who he immediately tries giving the flower to. She looks pleased. Yet, she shouts “Do you want to die!?” so maybe he misread her?

Nagito turns back to Hajime, who’s already gesturing to him to come over. “Hey!” He smiles. “Didn’t expect to see you here!”

He frowns. “I know that my presence isn’t deserved around U-.”

“Okay, shut the fuck up. You know I’m just glad you’re out here. How are you enjoying it so far?”

“Ah. What if I said I only came to see you?” He can’t help but tease. Hajime’s ears, as predicted, turn red.

“You can’t be serious. Out of everyone else?” that are Ultimates isn't spoken, but heavily implied.

“Now who’s the one who needs to stop talking about status?” He teases.

“H-hey! I didn't even say anything!” Hajime coughs. “I know what you’re doing. Don’t change the subject.”

Nagito hums. “I’m not joking though, I did come here because of you. Kirigiri told me you made her flower balloon and I just had to see what that was about.”

Upon sharing that info, Hajime averts his gaze, clearly blushing. How interesting…

He feels tempted to smirk, but doesn't in favour of sounding noncommittal, “Something wrong about what I said, Hajime?”

“Nope, nothing.” He trails off. “…You don’t think she’s told anyone else, do you?”

Nagito crosses his arms. Why would Hajime care? Is he embarrassed? How silly. He eyes the bag of balloons and lets out an amused puff. “Well, it certainly benefitted you if she did, considering you’ve emptied the whole bag.” The sigh escapes him before he can stop it. He didn’t even realize he wanted a balloon before it was taken away.

Just his luck. How disappointing.

“Huh?" Hajime asks. "It’s empty?”

He swiftly lifts the bag. "Aha!" He calls out triumphantly. Turns out, under the opaque portion of the packaging sits a deflated green balloon.

Nagito grins. “How lucky!”

Hajime responds with a smirk. He adds as much air as possible to the balloon, and when satisfied, says, “Alright, I know you’re going to make fun of me, but I can only manage a flower and a dog. Which one do you want?”

Although he probably would’ve been quick to tease Hajime about his skills “befitting a Reserve Course student”, the mention of a dog makes the words freeze on his tongue.

“A dog would be nice.” Nagito admits.

“Oh, sure.” Hajime says, a little disconcerted by the honesty, and his eyebrows are furrowed. Adorable. He doesn’t know how Hajime isn’t an Ultimate. In a way, he almost likes that he isn’t.

Within a few minutes of tanned hands twisting and turning rubber, he is finally presented with a cute little dog.

The ends of his lips tug upwards. He gently grabs the balloon, being extra careful to transport it into his arms.

“This is wonderful.” He says breathily.

Hajime looks at Nagito, bemused. “Your eyes are sparkling. I’ve never seen you so happy.” And almost as if it was an afterthought, he adds, “It looks good on you.”

What? “H-huh?”

“It seriously can’t be that surprising. It’s… nice to see you happy. Not that you don’t already look nice! You tied your hair and even wore a jinbei for the festival. You’re looking pretty good.”

The lucky student just stares at Hajime, who grows steadily more red under the gaze. The Reserve Course student swipes his hand through the air, as if that'll somehow dispel the flurry of thoughts going through his head. “Alright, what’s with that look?”

“I’m glad you think I look ‘good’, Hajime." He starts, "I wasn’t trying to impress anyone, much less someone like yourself, but I see your eyes would be more used to seeing trash in your everyday life and thinking it’s beautiful.”

Hajime stares him down. “Nagito, anyone at this camp would agree you’re good-looking. And I know you’re just saying that shit about me being a Reserve Course because you’re spiraling a little bit.” Ah. He looks at the ground. “Hey, it’s fine. We kinda talked about this, remember? I know we’re friends.”

He doesn’t reply. How could he? To be read so easily…

A warm hand grabs his shoulder. His gaze immediately whips to Hajime's face. “D-don’t think too much about this." A flustered Hajime spits out. "Let’s just go. We’re going around and enjoying this damn festival together.”

How is Hajime Hinata real?

“Is this your way of getting a date, Hajime?” He says playfully instead. “You could have just asked, you know. I’m sure Chiaki- or anyone else really- would not have declined.”

Hajime gives a raised eyebrow at the mention of Chiaki, but doesn’t seem to press it. Instead, he goes, “I’d rather be here with you, to be honest. I said it already, but it’s nice to have you out here. I might as well enjoy it while I can.”

Nagito shuts up at that. While judging Hajime the whole time, his face isn't any better, probably looking crimson at this point.

“And you dropped this.” Hajime waves the green balloon dog that ended up in his hands. The Ultimate blinks, surprised he had let go of it. However, the wind picks it out of Hajime’s hand and starts carrying it on its currents.

“Shit!” Hajime exclaims. He jumps, but it flies out of his reach.

“Fuck! I’m sorry Nagito, I didn’t mean to lose it.”

He easily waves it off with a chuckle. “No, it’s alright. Besides, you could always make another one.”

“I mean, honestly, this was pretty fun." Hajime admits, "I wouldn’t mind doing it again…”

And Hajime trails off, and he knows exactly why, considering he’s leaned in in that cutesy way he’s seen girls in dramas do. He smirks at Hajime’s bewildered face. While amused, he backs off, as if it was merely an accidental brush.

He sends him an innocent smile. Olive eyes narrow in response, but they face forward again in silent acceptance. It would be quite impressive, if Hajime’s face wasn’t flushed.

“There’s a restaurant here. You’re coming with me.”

He nods happily.

Things could always be worse because of my luck, but for some reason I feel like, perhaps, I'll be okay. But can I hope? Do I dare hope?

Nothing hurts more than hope getting crushed.

…But maybe…

Maybe this is worth it.

#danganronpa ultimate summer camp #dr summer camp au #komahina #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #kyouko kirigiri #pov switching #drabbles #fluff #minor angst #(if you really can call it that)#this feels way too long to call it a drabble i may just crosspost this on ao3 as a oneshot #oneshots #kaito momota #maki harukawa #summer camp au

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nissaaan · 17 days ago

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My Confession...

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Listen to this hoe I suppose while you read.. If You find this...

(Pls ignore how tabs don't work and any spelling mishaps..) Also I understand large parts of the community strongly believe that Nagito and Hajime are sworn enemies.. But we love a good enemies (because of misunderstanding and mischaracterization) to friends (somewhat) to lovers (to dead af).

NOT CLAIMING I know anything about these hoes, I interpret as I interpret.. I watched play throughs n stuff but I fear people will judge me for "mischaracterizing them" but this is the best I got <3 !!

Word count: Unholy 2,706 words !?

Warning: Cursing (IDK) !!?!? Homosexuality??(I am gay, do NOT come for me.)

NO PROOF READING SORRY ;-;

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The scorching rays of the sun reflected along my skin as I sat on the beach. My feet deep in the sand, arms behind me maintaining my weight as I stared over the horizon of the large body of water. This is so stupid, I thought, submerging my body in the sand below me as I lay down. The sand was warm against my back, and the sun against my bare chest felt overstimulated and too hot..

“Oh.. Hello Hajime.” I heard from behind me, an all-to-recognizable voice echoed in my head. As I turned my head, I realized my hypothesis was correct.

“Oh.. Hello Nagito.” I muttered, observing anxiously as the Hopes Peak Academy definition of Luck began to approach me. I could hear the way the sand molded under his feet as the steps were left behind, clearly leaving a trail towards me and where I laid.

I sat up as Nagito sat down next to me, sitting in the pose I had been before he showed up. Surprisingly, he didn't even fret about the sand getting into his clothes or shoes… I wonder why. I mean, considering Nagito always complained about the smallest inconveniences, claiming they made him unlucky and hopeless, his position in the sand now contradicts his character.

“You.. Aren't going to change..?” I mutter, observing Nagito turn his head towards me and give me a sly smirk. That cocky smirk he always flashed me during class trials. God it just pissed me off.

“Wow Hajime, just a few days into knowing each other and me shirtless is all you can think about.. How cruel. I thought I knew you better..” He muttered, then turned his head to stare off into the distance. He seemed almost as if he were looking for something..? “Not reacting to my comments anymore. Jeez, am I that boring Hajime..,” Nagito huffed.

“What.. were you looking at just now?” I asked, lightly tapping my index finger on my forearm. Nagito's head turns, an almost caught off guard stared placed onto me.

His gaze caught me off guard and I scratched at my arm for a second. “My bad.. It seemed as if you were looking for something across the line of the horizon.” I feel his gaze on me intently, almost as if observing my every move. This gaze is familiar however, almost as if he always stares at me like this. During trials, when he's quiet, he stares at me almost as if he is looking into my mind and body. My soul even. That or even just at breakfast occasionally, his eyes lingered onto my plate or even my.. body language? Or even when he was all tied up, he had that annoying smirk almost as if he was always 3 steps ahead of me in this game, eyeing me up as I held out the plate of his food for him. It severely pissed me off.

“You're deep in thought right now. Does the view across the oceans horizon make you overthink..? How hopeless.. Despite being in such deep thought, you continue to talk to me as if normal. How lucky can one person be?” He exclaimed, immediately sending me back to the thought process that flows through my mind when he opens up that mouth of his. God damn it he is so annoying sometimes. He is so unbelievably articulate and annoying.

“What? Are you thinking about how annoying I am right now? You can be honest, you know?” His eyes, something about them glimmered in the sunset. There was no shine, yet there was something leading him to continue to sit and talk to me, right? He turned his head and rambled the same self-degrading he always had.

A few minutes into observing him, it's almost as if I found a response. “You know, despite being so.. outward, you're always so concise with the way you speak and hold yourself. You have your crazy moments.. But you always lead me to discovering the truth.. As if you already knew before.” I mutter, rolling the hem of my sleeve under my finger tips. “You say stupid things.. A lot, yet you're always concise and seem to hold yourself well.. That being said, I don't get how others can truly and wholeheartedly doubt you.”

There was a change in the way he looked at me at that moment. As much as the caught off guard look remained, it seemed as if something in his gaze changed. It's as if this was the truth he had been looking for in some way.

“Wow, being praised by an Ultimate like yourself, how did I ever get so lucky? I guess this talent truly isn't as worthless as I imagined.” His arms tightly hugged his forearms, crossed against his figure.

“I'm no ultimate.. If anything, I’m the ultimate amnesia patient because I truly can't remember my ultimate. May as well call me Ultimate-less..” I sigh, shifting my body so I could lay my head on my arms supported by my knees. I continued to stare into the sunset as Nagito next to me chuckled.

There was something surreal about the scenery and moment that just happened. It wasn't usual to have a chat with Nagito where he wasn't going crazy over the little details of a case which meant more than one could recognize. Again with being 3 steps ahead.

“I’m sure you're much more than that, Hajime.. There is something about your core and Character that leads me to believe there is much more to you than the talent you may possess. Despite your talent, you have come this far without knowing what it is. Your talent didn't drive you to where you are now. It's the hope that's filled up inside of you. “ He smiled, staring off into the sunset. “You try your best to see the wellness in everyone knowing it could be impossible at the same time. That being said, you don't doubt intuition and you're almost never wrong. It's admirable, truly.”

The way Nagito praised me was nearly unsettling; I could feel myself shiver despite it being scorching hot out. “Nagito.. I have a question..?”

“And you’re aiming to ask a lowlife nobody like me.. If it drives you closer to hope, who am I to refuse?” He chuckles, almost obnoxiously at this point.

“What..? Man, you really are annoying.” I sighed, hiding my head in my arms and legs.

“Well Hajime..?”

“What do you really.. Think about, “ before I could finishmy thought, almost asking for a psycho analysis from this psychotic weirdo beside me, I hesitate..

“Think about what? The killing game?” Nagito asked, making me turn my head in somewhat surprise. It usually feels like this maniac is always reading my mind, so when he doesn’t know what exactly I’m thinking.. Catches me off guard.

Casually, I turn my head and sigh. “Yeah.. What do you really think about this killing game?” My breath hitches as I finish my question, and he turns his head, as if noticing in an instant.

“I think this game is an amazing opportunity.” And just like that, he doesnt 100% surprise me with his outrageous opinions. “Well you’re being awfully quiet..” He chuckles, turning back, catching me glimpsing at him. “You’re paying close attention to me, per usual.. However, you’re staring a lot more than usual. What's going on Hajime?”

“You think I’m easy to read when in actuality you’re wrong, I just wanted to know what you thought of the game, after all..” I redirected the conversation. “ You didn’t entirely answer my question, I expected more detail from you, Nagito.”

“It’s nothing you haven't heard before Hajime,but if you like the sound of my voice that much, who am I to refuse you.” His head tilted down as he stared blankly into the sand. “In all honesty, this game is a bit much.. In a normal circumstance, you’d never imagine Hope's Peak Academy to conspire to be a killing game where we are sent to an island to kill each other. With its ranking and status, you’d expect a different outcome.. However, that being said, this special occasion truly drives out the deepest and most buried conveyance of hope. At some point throughout this game we’re trapped in, the deepest and truest hope within us all is what will bring us together to outpower Monokuma’s forced despair.”

“ So you’re fine here..? You’re ready to accept the situation we’re in at face value?”

“It’s more than face value Hajime, and you know that. It’s almost as if.. This killing game is testing our hope and faith. No matter what, we’ll all convene and express to Monokuma that Hope always outweighs despair, no matter how forced things are here on this island.” His hair shined under the setting light and his face appeared more pink due to the hue of the sky. The scene in front of me isn't one you can easily replace. It honestly makes me want.. To stay here in this moment forever. If it could only be this way forever.

With a huff, I look up to the sky.”How can you be so hopeful for an outcome you desire when we’re stuck in a shitty situation like this.. Somebody is bound to be murdered soon, right Nagito? So why.. Do you have so much faith?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you about that, Hajime? You’re the one who will always choose to doubt so you can believe rather than doubt off of pure intuition. You have faith in the students around us knowing one of us could be dead tomorrow morning.” Nagito proposed. “ Not to mention, the reason I have faith is because of my luck.. When looking at my talent, it’s seen as some low leveled talent compared to the rest of you. However, with my talent, much bad has to conspire in order for hope and luck to shine through. I mean getting that lottery ticket and it being the winning one despite being kidnapped.. There is always going to be despair, but my luck has seemed to benefit both me and others. I think.. My hope is what’s helped me live this long, despite my medical conditions.”

“ I see.. Well, hopefully that talent of yours pulls through.. Despite it sounding bad, we do depend on you if that's the case..” “Please never be afraid to depend on me, use me as you see fit Hajime, I don’t mind.. Especially if it's you.” He smirked out the last bit, it barely being audible. “Well, thanks for talking with me for a bit.. Is there anything else you wanted to ask..?”

“If I’m being honest, I was wondering what you really thought about me. Do you.. Really think I’m that amazing despite not knowing my talent..?” “Without your talent you’ve come this far.. Also, my talent can barely be considered a talent, so don’t compare your talent to my low-level ability to manage by.” With a minor huff in relief, I watch him as he talks about me, seeming as if he forgets I’m even here. “In all honesty, when I’m around you, hearing the way you hold yourself in arguments or the tone you use with your friends, and the care and sincerity behind your voice when you talk with the others.. It’s refreshing to see someone so hopeful. Out of everyone on the island, I’ve been so drawn to you because you’re the hope on this island. I mean you lead us to the truth in class discussions, you always manage to maintain friendship with everybody, it’s as if you’re the force pulling us all together. I admire it.” His pale eyes glimmered as he praised me, his gaze once again shifting onto me and my figure.I must admit, he’d caught me feeling mildly flustered because… I’ve never felt the sincerity and honesty coming from another person in the form of a compliment.

“Jeez Nagito, you act as if you’re in love with me.” His eyes slightly widened, and I noticed in his expression that there was some reaction to what I had said.”What.. Was that too far..?”

“No.. You’re not too far off, but I wouldn’t phrase it like that, considering the differences between you and I.” He mutters and I freeze, eyes locked on him as he anxiously speaks.. For once. Differences between you and I? “I would phrase it as that from the bottom of my heart, I’m truly in love.. With the hope that sleeps and lingers inside you. I know it's there, and it’ll awaken into a beautiful state, and all it takes is motivation..” His cheeks flush as he verbally admits it. This isn't a.. Confession, is it..?

Almost as if thinking aloud, Nagito chuckles. “It’s not.. A confession or anything. I don't think I could live knowing someone such as yourself considers the deep feelings of what I feel for you, especially in a romantic sense. In all actuality, I don’t know what it means.. to love or beloved..”

“It’s nice, at least from the right person..” I smiled. “Despite you saying you don’t know how to express the love you feel, for some reason, everything you do makes me want to get to know more about you. It makes me crave your sight, even. It’s like I want you to focus on what I’m doing and contribute. I want you to be able to see that side of me, and rely on it even.” “Wow Hajime, you make it sound like you’re the one in love with me.”

“I can’t phrase it like that.. It’s too direct. I just want to get to know you better. That’s all Nagito.”

“And If I said that I wanted to get to know you better, what would that really mean for us..?”

“Exactly that, Nagito, we can get to learn more about each other over the span of however long we’re trapped here.. And I promise not to completely shut you out and outcast you.” We both laugh, and Nagito inches a bit closer to me.

“ You know.. I’d like that.. As long as you’re fine with being next to trash like me and won't get too sick of me.”

“Trust me, I am way past my limit of being sick of you..” I tease him and he huffs in despair..

“I knew it, you-”

“I’m just joking, you’re so caught up in your self-loathing you failed to interpret my sarcasm as actual sarcasm..” I smile, setting myself back into the position I was in before.

“I think..this scenery is becoming a bit too surreal..” Nagito muttered, standing up from the sand and waiting for me to stand up with him. As I prop myself back to my feet, Nagito leads me away from the beach and down back towards the cottages. Along the way, we ran into some of the others, and I had received some extremely strange looks as the others noticed Nagito and I standing a little closer than usual. Almost as if on cue, Kazuichi questions me on what's going on with Nagito, and warns me not to catch myself going too deep “in hopes to..” God, I can’t even remember.

However, That all being said and done, I walked Nagito to his cottage and he paused before entering.. “There is still some time before 10 PM, did you want to do anything else Hajime..?” He smiles at me, walking towards his doorway.

“Honestly, I’d like to enjoy the moment of peace before disaster strikes.. Want to go get something to eat..?” I ask, resting my hands in my pockets.

“Sure I would like that.. If you insist on hanging out with a nobody like-”

“I’m sure,now let's go. Maybe we could pick up some bagels on the way back.” His face nearly lit up to the sound of bagels.

“How could I ever resist something as hopeful as bagels.. And you too.”

“Shut up and let's go..” I smiled, leading him towards the restaurant.

It's still really hard to imagine that there will be a day that Nagito and I completely understand each other, but until that day comes, I’m ready to try.

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NISSAN UPLOADING IN THE BIG 2025!? Happy late new years and uh, ignore my stale ass writing. I haven't written like this is so unbelievably long and I just wanna come back... Well watch as I disappear off of tumblr for a while longer after this.

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wenchpop · 10 months ago

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I was surprised to see heaven in your eyes

I never once was treated right, you're what I'm missing in my life

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mayashesfly · 1 year ago

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Thinking about hpa komahina and imagining

What if komahina ends up being friends? So much so that Nagito forgot about the danger of his luck because he can act just like a normal teenager with Hajime. And Hajime too in return knowing that Nagito's opinion of him won't be change even if he acts more childish than mature for his age.

But when Natsumi and Sato died, Nagito remembered just how easy it is for ordinary people to be struck down by his luck.

He forgot how easy it is for those he loves to be taken away. Sato and Natsumi was in Hajime's class. And so...

Even when Hajime was already at his lowest, the despair of the two deaths being swept away, Nagito pushed him away.

Pushed him away in the only way he knows how.

Hurting him with his sharp words so he leaves him.

Leaves Hope's Peak to return to an ordinary life.

Without him.

It's for the best, so his luck won't hurt him.

So that he won't be the one that died next.

Hajime doesn't understand.

He thought they were already over this reserve course bullshit... and even when Natsumi and Sato died he's suddenly yapping all this bullshit again? What the fuck Komaeda? Why... Why now? I can't take this anymore.

Tey fought. Unsaid fear, guilt, concern, care and love twisting through the stifling air of despair into frustration, confusion, and anger.

Biting words digging deep into scars and wounds.

And in the end, Nagito succeeded in pushing him away.

Hajime running to get away from him.

From the pressure of the reserve course.

From the pain of being ordinary.

From being talentless.

That was the last time Nagito saw Hajime.

#may asher rambles #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #komahina #hpa komahina being worsties <3 #hpa komahina has so much potential for fluff tension and angst #I fucking love them

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writinganddyinginside · 8 months ago

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Would’ve Been Yesterday, But

Dangnaronpa Drabble

Word Count: 778.

Ships: Nagito Komaeda/Hajime Hinata.

Death

Credits

Banner: PNGs from @/liltingaway, @/pommecita, @/aqualogia, @/poemale, @/boofinator, and @/nightmarereverie.

Divider: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Heavily inspired by Tazz’s concept, a scene of a random movie I remember, and a fanfic I’ve mostly forgotten.

See on other platforms: [Twitter] [AO3]

The house was loud from the noises of the kitchen. The water runs in the sink. A saucy dish simmers with low and heavy pops. Most of the noise comes from Komaeda, kneading dough into a bowl; it tilts and clatters and clanks as he pushes his whole body weight into manipulating the dough.

When Hinata finally clues himself into what all the sound is, he immediately stops what he’s doing with the dish he’s rinsing.

“Nagito,” he speaks, quickly dreading the possibility of the whole bowl hitting the floor. “You can put it on the counter. You don’t have to beat it into the bowl like that.”

The bowl continues to scrape and slip on the countertop. Komaeda mutters low, “It’ll stick… It doesn’t stick to this…” He huffs and almost knocks the wind out of himself. Hinata can hear him tunnel visioning, nearly tussling with this bread dough, while he reaches for the flour somewhere on the other side of the kitchen. They have to make more space on the counter to spread some flour around without immediately disturbing their strangely energetic husband.

Komaeda lets Hinata guide his hands, tilting the bowl and scooping the dough onto the coated surface. “If you put flour under it, it won’t stick. And then you don’t have to fight with the dishes.”

Komaeda only chuckles. He goes back to kneading the dough, green and floral cover up sleeves catching a dusting of flour when he presses down with all he has. He’s just smiling.

Hinata watches for a captivating moment.

Komaeda’s portion is a third of Hinata’s. Hinata finishes first. They wait for him.

They made the bread last, because Komaeda found it more enjoyable than any dessert, for some reason. Hinata isn’t as excited, but eats it while their husband hums a song they’ve nearly forgotten.

Hinata rests on the sofa. His eyes are closed when the grainy and crackly sound of old music begins to play out loud. And they open to the movement of their husband, still dirty with flour, spinning and stepping rhythmically around the room. Komaeda only smiles and laughs as he makes eye-contact with Hinata, gliding past with just enough of a pause to grab and kiss the back of their hand. Nagito liked this song, Hinata guessed. They’d never heard it before.

“Hajime, come on.”

Hinata opens their eyes again. Komaeda’s pulling at their arm with more might than they expect. With the smallest of huffs they stand from their seat, adjusting their clothes along the way to the middle of the living room floor.

Hinata remembers only a few basic steps from the dances Komaeda once taught him. They try to get the frailer man to do those steps, and he refuses.

So Hinata stumbles on his feet trying to follow along and keep up, which Komaeda also finds funny and laughs at. Hinata gets over his embarrassment and confusion, only because Komaeda laughs.

Komaeda lies flat on his back in bed. Hinata curls around him, side of his head resting on Komaeda’s chest. The bedroom’s clock ticks in his right ear.

“Thank you, Hajime.” A few days ago, Komaeda would have hesitated to say Hinata’s first name. Today, he’s sure they’re his husband.

Hinata’s forehead is lightly pressed against Komaeda’s wedding band on a necklace chain and he can feel it making an indent in his skin. He fidgets and spins the band around his own finger. Clock ticking in his right ear, Komaeda’s heartbeat in his left ear.

“For what?”

“Today.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for. I didn’t give you today.”

“Then who did?”

He doesn’t know.

The clock ticks in his right ear. Komaeda’s heart beats in his left.

He defaults to, “Just rest well, Nagito.” Mumbled into the paler man’s skin. “You did a lot today.”

Komaeda pets their hair. “Because you gave me today.” Hinata doesn’t find it serious, but doesn’t comment either way. The sound of Komaeda’s fingers lightly scratching his scalp resonates through his skull for a moment, and then silences.

“Good night, Nagito. I love you,” Hinata finally manages. Komaeda doesn’t say anything.

Clock ticking in his right ear.

Hinata revels in the light pressure Komaeda’s hand puts on his head.

Ticking in his right ear.

Suddenly his stomach drops and his throat tightens. But his mind is so clear.

Ticking in his right ear.

This is what he was listening for.

The clock ticking in his right ear.

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lakes-writting-rambles · 1 year ago

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#1-1 mlb x sdr2 crossover

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( Nagito pov )

'Hajime Hinata... it's a pretty name. And weirdly fits into the class, no one has a particularly "french name" huh..-'

"Pleasure to meet you, Hajime" I offer my hand, he takes it, shakes it and soon after lets go.

'I should probably stay away from him, he deserves a chance to fit in with the class, everyone hates me and will probably hate him by association.'

"Now, Hajime, how did you convince your parents to transfer here?" Chiaki says - I can't tell if she's excited, mad or curious, maybe a mix...?

"Well, it did take some time but my main "argument" was that you were here and you could help me study or something similar." he says in a pretty normal tone, then he sighs and starts sounding sad/disappointed. "I guess they also let me come here so I could have "fEmInInE fRiEnDsHiPs" that could help "fix" me..."

'what does he mean by that...?'

"I swear I'll punch them if they say shit like this again."

'woah, don't think i've ever seen Chiaki cuss before'

"At least they didn't..." Hajime pauses. He's confused for a second, then he looks at me "ah, nevermind ... I forgot you were here... sorry..."

'... I got in the way of their conversation. I only bother people, I should apologize for staring, my lowly self is in no place to get involved with them.'

"Ah, no, don't apologize. I was probably intruding. You can continue, I'll mind my own business. Trash like me shouldn't overhear anything, my deepest apologies."

( Hajime pov )

"You're not trash... you seem nice just - this is just an awkward topic to talk about in front of someone i just met" i say trying not to sound rude.

'he'd probably hate me if he knew anyway, i'll talk to Chiaki during lunch break...'

"It's okay, I get it, it seems personal."

As Nagito says that 2 more people walk in, a short blond and a pink haired person. 16 people now, me included. Every site is taken.

Chiaki looks at the people who just arrived.

"Well talk about it during lunch, but Hajime you don't have to worry, no one here would judge."

'is Chiaki serious? Last time I told someone I was trans it spread around and I was left behind even by my closest friend. I don't want to risk it so soon'

"Chiaki i told you what happened last time, i'm not sure if it's a good idea-"

"I swear, it's fine Hajime, there are other-"

"Chiaki, new student, sorry to interrupt, but you can talk during lunch" the redhead teacher says, she's nice. Nicer than my previous teachers at least. "Now, new student, do you mind coming here for a second? It'd be nice if you could introduce yourself to the rest of the class."

I follow her to the front of the classroom. Everyone's eyes are on me.

"So, what's your name? And do you mind sharing your pronouns?"

'This is it, if I pass well enough there won't be any scandalous reactions... if i don't... let's not think about it...'

"Ah... okay. My name's Hajime Hinata, he/him... nice to meet you" My heart almost pops out of my chest as i wait for their reaction.

"Nice to meet you Hajime" a girl with hair as red as a tomato says. A few other people join in. Saying things like "is your hair like that normally or did you do it on purpose?" or "You're probably as much of a lost case as pig barf" and "Woah you were talking to Chiaki, are you guys dating?".

'they're nice enough - anything is better than my old classmates i guess'

"..." - Chiaki looks uncomfortable, maybe she feels bad for me? - "Guys let him breathe"

"Right-! Ibuki is sorry!"

"I don't really mind, I just think this is interrupting class, isn't it ... miss...?" I look at the teacher trying to figure out her name.

"Miss Bustier, and don't worry, first period can be used for you to start getting to know each other."

"Oh, if it's okay then..-"

Then, one person in the middle row gets up and extends their hand.

"Byakuya Togami, they/them." - I grab their hand and shake it, their grasp is quite firm.

"Pleasure to meet you."

"Me and Chiaki were class representatives last year, so it still feels like a duty to talk to new students."

"I see, well, thank you anyway."

'They/them huh... i guess Chiaki was right, i mean she normally is but, i don't know how the others feel about it and ... yeah, i'll just wait.'

We drop the handshake and they go back to their seats, next to the energetic person from earlier, who called themselves "Ibuki".

'Should i go around introducing myself or...?' - Chiaki notices me just standing there like an idiot and approaches.

"You know they don't bite, right?"

"Yeah, I'm just a bit nervous, that's all."

"Fair enough, I can go with you if you'd like." - She smiles softly.

"Sure"

She takes my hand and drags me to the person with pink hair seated next to Nagito.

"Hey man, I'm Kazuichi Soda, he/him." - the boy says with a grin - "don't flirt with Miss Sonia! I already have my eyes on her!"

"Oh ... sure-"

"He's obsessed with Sonia and likes to play mechanic" Chiaki gives a short explanation.

"Hey! I don't PLAY mechanic, i AM a mechanic!" Kazuichi complains.

Chiaki is already taking me to the second table where we found a short blond person from earlier and a gray haired one with braids who I hadn't paid attention to. The blond was sitting on the corridor seat and the one with braided hair was near the window.

"Hey, the name's Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, he/him" The blond says.

"...Wait - Kuzuryuu-?" - 'Is he Natsumi's brother..?' - "This might seem random, but do you have a sister?"

"Huh? I do, why does that matter?"

"Ah, nothing, I just used to study with your sister, we're friends, though, I don’t think she’d admit it."

"Weird, my sister never mentioned any one named Hajime, but she did mention -" He stops for a bit, thinks and lets out an "oh- wow i didn’t recognize you at all-”.

'i'm so fucking stupid - i can't keep my mouth shut even if my life depended on it.'

Trying to change the focus of the conversation I look at the one with braided hair.

"Peko Pekoyama, she/they." She responds, noticing I'm staring.

"Oh, nice meeting you guys, hope we can have a good school year" we walk away - 'i don't talk like that what the hell- Chiaki is gonna make fun of me in 3... 2... 1...'

"What was that? You never talk like that" - Chiaki says chuckling.

"Haha, very funny. I was nervous - can you blame me?"

"Fair enough I guess..." She yawns and takes me to the next row, where I see another blond and a... person with hamsters-? Why do they have hamsters-?

The blond is the first to speak up.

"Hello, I am Sonia Nevermind, she/her. And as the princess of Novoselic I must welcome you with all my might! I hope you feel comfortable here in our class!"

Then the person with hamsters speaks up.

"Peasant! You shall feel welcomed here! For I, the great demon Gundham Tanaka, he/they, welcome you to the highest ranking class!" - 'I don't know what i was expecting but this wasn't it.'

"Thanks...!" I try smiling but this is awkward, luckily, Chiaki pulls me away before i could fuck up.

Next row, we're back to "our side" of the classroom. A Person with messy looking purple hair and someone with brown curly hair and a darker skin tone sit chatting.

"Hey hey, Mikan, Akane.." she uses her head to point at me. I don't know which is which, so I just awkwardly wave and whisper a "hi".

"O-oh hello Hajime, I-i'm Mikan Tsumiki, she/they." The one with messy hair says.

"And I'm Akane Owari, she/her, nice to meetcha!" The one with curly hair says shortly after.

"Sorry girls, we only have a few more minutes and 5 more people to talk to, I'm sure he'd love to talk to you later though." - 'she sounds a bit mad, i guess she's mad about my parents only letting me come because it could maybe make me "go back", like hell that's happening...'

We turn around and I see "Ibuki" and the previous class rep.

"Oh oh! Hey Hajime! Ibuki's name is Ibuki! She's a She/Her but doesn't mind any other pronouns! Nice to meet you!"

"This is Ibuki Mioda, she really likes writing and playing songs. Though they don't really match her personality ... which, I guess would be the best fit..." Chiaki looks lost in thought, I should probably talk to them before going to the next rows.

Byakuya just gives me a nod.

"Nice meeting you both"

"Ibuki is glad she finally met Hajime! Chiaki talks about you a lot!" - I turn to look at Chiaki, she doesn't seem embarrassed, and looks like she's still thinking about Ibuki's song writing.

'Doesn't seem like she told them anything weird...'

"Wait, really-? ...Anyway we should get going for now, but we can talk more during lunch" I grab Chiaki's hand and slightly pull her to the seats by the back of the class, she snaps out of her thoughts and yawns.

"I didn't say anything weird if you're wondering"

"Yeah, i guessed it"

We take a few steps in silence. When we get to the table, yet ANOTHER blond is there, alongside the tomato-like short haired one from earlier.

"Sorry about earlier, i'm Mahiru Koizumi, she/her." The redhead says with a comforting smile on her face.

'She has freckles, that's pretty.'

Then I turn to the blond, who seems to be irritated.

'Why do all blonds have such strong personalities-?'

"Soooo.... Chiaki, are you dating him? He looks like a creep, I bet he takes advantage of you while you sleep." - ' ... is she serious-?!' - I look at Chiaki, who yawns.

"Hiyoko, I'm not dating Hajime, and he'd never do that."

"Seriously Hiyoko? Already pestering the new student?"

She starts tearing up and sniffling.

"... Whaaaaaaa!! Don't get mad at me..! I was only worried for Chiaki!" She continues crying. - 'God - where did she get that lung capacity - this is so loud-'

No one in class seems to mind, seems like this is a common occurrence ... I'm not looking forward to that.

"..."

"It's okay, Hiyoko, just stop messing with him."

"Are you sure big sis Mahiru..?" - Mahiru looks at me and I reluctantly nod.

"Yeah, Hajime says it's fine."

In the blink of an eye her expression changes and she giggles.

"I can't believe you fell for those fake tears, you're all such pushovers pfft."

Chiaki pouts and drags me to the final desk. There I see a tall muscly masc presenting a person with blue hair, not like that's their major feature tho - seriously how did they gain so much muscle mass? By their side, I see a short chubby person, they have brown hair and some sort of sidecut.

"I am NEKOMARU NIDAI! Mostly use he/him pronouns but I'm fine with anything. Please also introduce yourself loud and clear!!" - the muscly guy says.

"ah- i'm Hajime Hianta, he/him, pleasure to meet you"

"You look a bit scrawny, how much do you eat daily? Do you sleep well? What does your shit look like?"

"Wha-"

"Nekomaru... i think you're scaring Hajime '' - Chiaki says, yawning once again.

'Did she even sleep yesterday-?'

"Shit man- sorry, just want to make sure my classmates are in top shape!"

"I-it's okay"

"Aham, bonjour, monsieur Hajime" - the short person says. - "I hate to interrupt your conversation, but I'd like to introduce myself."

"Oh, i'm sorry-"

"I don't mind, my name's Teruteru Hanamura, he/him pronouns, but don't mind they/them. I'd like to get to know ya, clothes are optional~"

"Uhh- pleasure to meet you, i'll be keeping my clothes, thanks."

"What a shame"

"..." - 'well... this class… eccentric- to say the least' - "Uhh...- I think I heard from Chiaki that you cook? Do you have any favorite type of cooking?"

"Not really, why limit my possibilities? I cook a bit of everything'"

"Yeah! Teruteru is a great cook! His cooking is very nutricional too." - Nekomaru chimes in.

"I think you mean "chef". But, monsieur, If you'd like, I could bring you some of my cooking."

"Wouldn't it be too bothersome?"

"Nonsense! Why would I cook if not to satisfy people? I'd be throwing my hard work away if I didn't get my classmate to taste it. Either way, I intended on bringing food for everyone tomorrow."

"If you say so-"

The bell rings. I turn around to see Miss Bustier, she leans on her desk and puts her clipboard. - "Class! Sit down please! You can chat with Hajime during break, let's focus on class for now, alright?"

"Such a shame, see you later, mon ami." - Teruteru says, grabbing his tablet.

I feel Chiaki pull on my sleeve.

"Hey hey, let's go" - she takes me back to our seats, I see Nagito looking at us.

I hadn't noticed this before, but his expression is almost unreadable, even if he has a calming vibe, kind of unsettling.

"Hope your tour went well, Hajime." - Nagito smiles. That calming smile again, I can't help but smile back.

"Yeah, it went pretty great, this class is ... eccentric" - not sure if that was the right thing to say, but now it's done.

"I guess you're right, hah"

Lunch break finally arrives and I'm starving. I grab my bag and check for my lunch.

"Uhhm... Hajime, we serve food here." - Chiaki says, looking over my shoulders.

"Huh-? But i thought-" - 'well, that info would've been useful this morning'

"Yeah... you can eat the food you brought if you'd like, but it must be cold by now..."

"I guess so... You could've told me this sooner-"

"Well, I didn't know you'd transfer here."

"Touché-"

"I apologize for interrupting, but would you mind if I had lunch with you?" - Nagito says. - 'Damn, he's super quiet- what the hell-' - "I understand if you think i'm too disgusting to be around-"

"Shut up, Nagito, of course you can have lunch with us..." - Chiaki pauses to yawn - "...we just have to talk about something private first, then we'll join you, okay?"

Chiaki gives him one of her soft smiles, they're really comforting, I hope it reassures Nagito.

( Nagito pov )

'They're being polite, how wonderful of them. But trash should know its place, they're probably gonna ditch me'.

"Hmmm... Hajime, i didn't want to say anything, but, you looked a bit pale while talking to the class" - i say - "not like trash like me can say anything, though".

He becomes as pale as he was during introductions. - 'Of course, i fucked everything up again, typical me'.

( Chiaki pov )

"It's about the thing we need to talk about in private" - I say, Hajime seems to calm down a bit, he gets kinda jumpy, can't blame him, last time must've been awful if his color just drained on the spot. - "We really need to go if we wanna have lunch, Nagito, can you save us a table?"

"Of course, Chiaki" - Nagito says, that same smile he always has on his face showing. I sometimes wonder why he smiles so much. He has self-deprecative tendencies so I doubt he's happy all the time. It would be insensitive to ask, though, so I just ignore those thoughts.

'Hajime is kinda blunt when you know him well enough... I wonder how long it'll take for him to ask Nagito.

"Want me to grab you guys something to eat as well?"

"Just grab me an apple" - I respond - "I'm not really hungry, also, there's an event happening today in one of my favorite games, can't lose it".

"And you, Hajime?" - Nagito asks, he seems happy to meet Hajime.

"Ah- i can't ask you to buy me lunch- I didn't bring money and-"

"Don't worry about it, money's not an issue and it would be an honor to help out Chiaki's friend".

"No, no, it's okay, I brought some food from home, not as tasty as it would've been earlier but...-"

"Hajime wants today's special, an apple and orange juice".

"Chiaki you can't just order Nagito around-"

"I'm not, '' he offered, “and I won't let you eat that cold tasteless food".

"Yeah, Chiaki's not ordering me around or anything, and even if she was, it would be an honor" - Nagito keeps putting the class on a pedestal, or maybe he just thinks he's too lowly or something, I don’t know, I just don't like it. It’s a bit uncomfortable but it has gotten better recently, maybe it has something to do with Miss Bustier and her more… well, caring teaching, I guess…

I yawn. Both Hajime and Nagito look at me. - “Chiaki, when did you sleep last night? You slept as soon as I ended the call… right-?” - Hajime asked, not like I could hear him, tho- too sleepy…

‘Oh crap - I haven't talked to Hajime’. - “Hey hey, Nagito, Hajime and I will be right back.” - I grab Hajime's hand and take him

“Of course Chiaki! If any of you need anything from me I’ll be…” - he looks around for a bit - “...probably sitting in that table... on the corner, like usual - heh…” - he then proceeds to walk away heading towards the self-service part of the cafeteria.

( Nagito pov )

‘I overstayed my welcome, didn’t I? Of course I did, who am I kidding? Certainly not myself.’ - as I walk away I turn around to see them one last time. They are walking side by side in a kind of awkward side hug. I feel a bit creepy and bothered staring like this so i just go towards the food section.

After grabbing everything, I head towards the table, sit and wait.

( Hajime pov )

As Chiaki takes me to whatever secluded place she's thinking of, i wonder if i’m being stupid worrying like this. I mean, Chiaki didn’t care and she knew me pre-transition… or well, whatever I've been able to pull off at this moment.

“You know, Hajime…” - she speaks in an almost whisper - “I've said no one would judge and I mean it.” - she drops the hug - “You don’t have to come out or anything to anyone but don’t worry about mentioning it or i don’t know, joking about it. Gundham is an enby-trans guy, Ibuki is genderfluid, Byakuya is intersex and agender, Peko is a demigirl and… uhh… the list goes on, i guess…”

“Oh-”

“Also, you outed yourself to Fuyuhiko and Peko, so…” - Chiaki yawns again.

“Urg don’t remind me- he’s probably gonna talk to Natsumi about it too- and she’s gonna be all… well, Natsumi about it.��

“Oh?”

“She’s not gonna be transphobic or anything, I’m pretty sure, at least- but she’s for sure gonna start sayin’ some shit like ‘are you fucking serious Hajime?!?! Why didn’t you tell me, you fucking moron?????’ or something. And I just don't feel like dealing with that.”

“Wait if she’s not transphobic, why didn’t you tell her?”

“She still kind of talks to our old classmates - and not only that but i forgot too and just got anxious whenever i'm about to do it-”

“Fair, fair…”

“This chat… was a hell of a lot shorter than I expected- shouldn't we go talk to Nagito or something? I feel kinda bad for just essentially telling him to fuck off - i feel like he has low self-esteem and- yeah-”

“Mhm… Don’t worry, he understands. But I get what you mean, and yeah he has some… concerning tendencies. It’s gotten better since Miss Bustier started teaching us, tho-”

( Nagito pov )

‘This is… kind of awkward… What should I look at..? There isn’t much to do…’ - I start fiddling with the napkin that I grabbed alongside our lunches. - 'I can't eat without them, that'd be rude... even trash like me knows basic ethics'.

Something tells me to look at the door, maybe intuition or anxiety, although it's probably just my luck - I can’t tell the difference at this point, and they seemed to be heading here.

‘When they said private chat i thought it would take longer… or maybe be an excuse to ditch me… But they aren’t that kind of people, I'm sure … please shut up, brain, this is very annoying to you.’

I get up, wave at them, and smile.

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chp. 0 > chp. 1 pt 1 > chp. 1 pt 2 > chp. 1 pt 3

#komahina #sdr2 #danganronpa 2 #komaeda nagito #hajime hinata #chiaki nanami #miraculous ladybug crossover #sdr2 crossover #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #fanfic #ao3 #crossposted on ao3 #sdr2 ensamble

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accidentallyatekneecaps · 10 months ago

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Someone write more komahina omegaverse (something wrong with me in the brain)

#komahina #omegaverse #guys help #guys hear me out #please im desperate #I just want some fluff omegaverse stuff

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courtesanmango · 2 years ago

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New fic is up!!

Kintsugi in Harmony: twenty separate vignettes chronicling the relationship of Nagito Komaeda, Chiaki Nanami, and Hajime Hinata. Set post-dr3 in an alternate universe where everything is the same except Chiaki lives.

Relationship(s): Komaeda/Hinata, Komaeda/Nanami, Hinata/Nanami, Hinata/Komaeda/Nanami

Tags: Polyamory, Slice of Life, Slight Angst, Happy Ending, No Smut, Relationship Negotiation, Fluff (seriously so much fluff)

#danganronpa #sdr2 #chiaki nanami #nagito komaeda #goodbye despair #hajime hinata #komaeda nagito #komahinanami #hinata hajime #komahina #hinakoma #hinanami #komanami #my fic #ao3 #writers of tumblr #dr fluff #i churned this out in one day #got possessed by the spirit of blorbos

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draconicsparkle · 1 year ago

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A very happy birthday to the precious boys!!! I’m always happy to spoil them rotten.

Nagizuru au creatures ~ probably their most normal drawings ever.

🩶

Today marks one year since I made my first Nagizuru post. I never thought I would love this beast so much. Thank you all so much for enjoying this au!

Here you have a small lighthearted fic written by @draconicsparkle as a gift. It's not connected to the original story, just them celebrating a regular birthday. They spoil them too much! ⬇️⬇️

How long had it been since then? So long. Both the creation date and their escapes. But in a strange way, Hajime was glad they had experienced all those hardships and difficult times. For without them, the two of them wouldn’t appreciate the bliss they were living in nearly as much.

Hajime thought this as his one working eye stared out the window in the small kitchen. The garden was visible from here, where all kinds of flowers and plants were growing. Gardening was one of Izuru’s many talents, after all. It would be odd if it wasn’t growing splendidly.

A small smile grew as he recalled the many hours they had spent sitting in the gazebo they had built in the middle of the garden, sandwiches and lemonade in hand while the butterflies and bees flew by.

But today wouldn’t be spent in the garden. No, Hajime had other plans. Hence why he was in the kitchen earlier in the morning. Izuru was still in their bedroom, sleeping away without sedatives. He wouldn’t dare wake him up, even now when they were far away from the Lighthouse’s rubble.

He bent down to check the oven’s window, pleased to see the cake sheets baking nicely. He grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the pans out, sliding them on the cooling rack. They were the perfect shade and smelled amazing. While they cooled, the brunette got busy preparing the whipped cream and cutting the strawberries he had picked yesterday. He focused hard on his task, not stopping until his creation was fully constructed. A beautiful and practically flawless strawberry shortcake. He almost felt bad for cutting into it and pulling a slice out to place on the plate. But he was far more eager to see the reaction, so he didn’t mourn the perfection.

After gathering a fork and a glass of milk, he placed everything on a tray and carefully picked it up. His months of practice came in handy, as the tray remained balanced the whole way to the bedroom. Using a shoulder, he bumped the door open so his hands didn’t leave the tray. Soon enough, he was placing the tray down on the nightstand. By this point, he knew the Ultimate Hope was awake now. “Good morning. Was your sleep restful?”

The red eyes gazed up at him, still mysterious and cryptic, though not nearly as hard anymore. Being free of pain and drugs was most likely the reason. “I can confirm that it was. The aroma of your creation coaxed me back to consciousness. Not that I mind this pleasant method of awakening.”

“I’m glad you think so, si-” Hajime paused, laughing in embarrassment. “I mean Izuru.”

The white-haired man smirked up at him. “Slip of the tongue?”

Hajime scratched his cheek, right under his silk eye cover. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”

“But they are getting to be fewer and less frequent,” Izuru observed. He sat up, the large shirt he was wearing slipping off a shoulder. “Can you hand me a hair tie, my dear caretaker?” he requested once he had risen into a comfortable position.

The brunette was quick to do so, though he did it with a grin. “That was on purpose. You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”

Izuru’s smirk didn’t diminish, even as he began gathering his long hair and weaving the hair tie around the locks. “Observant as always, my dear. Just one of the many traits I adore about you.”

Hajime felt his cheeks redden. He still wasn’t able to hide his reactions to Izuru’s words of affection. “I-I do my best.”

“That you do.” Izuru finished making his ponytail, letting it rest against his back. He then reached forward, tugging on Hajime’s arms. The strength of the tugs had been unexpectedly strong and Hajime found himself falling onto the bed alongside Izuru with a yelp.

“Much better,” Izuru stated as he hugged Hajime to his chest. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

The brunette wiggled only slightly to get more comfortable. “But… don’t you want your cake?”

“In a few moments. Let me indulge myself on this first,” was the reply. A pleased hum followed, along with some shoulder rubs that felt amazing. “Another day of tranquility. One that we earned for our perseverance through the blood and pain. The torture those foolish scientists inflicted while playing God. But I suppose it would be best to not dwell upon such horrid memories. It is beneficial to move on and build oneself back up stronger than before.”

The caretaker chuckled. “That the Ultimate Therapist at work? Putting in overtime, for sure.”

“Perhaps. But I will utilize my abilities for our sakes and lives. And I’m sure you are well aware of this.” One of Izuru’s hands migrated up to his hair, scratching his scalp and conjuring happy noises from the receiver.

“What did I do to deserve this? So nice,” Hajime muttered, relaxing into the comforting touches.

“If you would like reasons, I can compile a list. But be aware that it is a long one. It would take some time to read them all,” Izuru replied with his eternal smile.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll decline. You know how I am with rapid fire compliments.” The brunette relaxed under the ministrations, enjoying every second.

“Oh, I do have something to retrieve. Remain here in bed, okay?” Izuru withdrew and extracted himself from the bed covers, standing up and walking over to his closet. Hajime watched in confusion, especially as the pale man pulled out a giant crocheted blanket with a mandala design. “You are always making things for me, so I figured I could return the favor. It was surprisingly easy to keep my work on this little project secret from you. Though, I am certainly not complaining,” Izuru commented as he brought the blanket over, laying it over Hajime and tucking him in. “The pattern is a representation of our spiritual and physical journey through our lives. That we found our fulfillment after our struggles. Quite fitting, wouldn’t you agree?”

Hajime’s eyes, both functional and broken, widened at the colorful blanket now around him. He ran a hand over the design, admiring the nice material and the quality of the gift. “I… I don’t know what to say�� This is…”

Izuru sat next to him, sliding under the blanket next to him. “I already know, so don’t fret. Nothing needs to be expressed.” He leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the plate and fork. “Now then, how about we try your splendid creation?” The full strawberry on top was speared with the fork and was raised to their faces. “I’ll give you the honor of taking the decoration. You won’t refuse, will you?”

Hajime’s breath was shaky as he nodded. “You know that I would never refuse anything from you. Neither back then, nor now.”

“Excellent. Though there is one condition to get this. You will have to take it from me.” Izuru placed the lower half of the strawberry into his mouth, the thicker half sticking out. And the mischievous look in those ruby red eyes implied exactly what Izuru was insinuating.

Hajime’s face turned as red as the berry. They were about to do this, weren’t they? But he couldn’t go back on his promise, so he swallowed his nerves. He leaned forward and locked lips with the other, the kiss tasting like the sweet fruit. It lasted for several moments, neither of them eager to break it. Eventually, they did separate, the strawberry now in Hajime’s mouth. He focused on chewing to buy himself time to calm down from the rush of emotions. Though this was easily seen by the Ultimate Analyst, if the smirk was anything to go off of.

“Now, I shall taste test your work. Though I don’t doubt it will be fantastic. Thank you for the treat,” the Ultimate Hope said as he cut into the cake and took a delicate bite. “A nice way to wake up and start the day. And here’s to many more in our future.”

Hajime snuggled under the beautiful blanket a little more, resting his head on Izuru’s shoulder. Finally comfortable with initiating close contact after all this time. “Yes. I hope and wish for that, too.”

#nagizuru au #nagizuru #lighthouse au #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #komahina #fanfic #fanart #thank you so much again for creating this au!#I love it and adore the boys to death #they deserve some fluff every now and again #danganronpa

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