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Chapter 21

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BYAKUYA ok i said i would be going on hiatus but i got really inspired and also it's my guy's birthday today so surprise update. going on hiatus fr now tho

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

trust ended with makoto and never really started with kyoko now celeste is my new conversation partner

cant believe hes 31. and blond

@digitaldollsworld roman my friend romannn !!!

Content warning tags: description of depression/PTSD, mention of suicide, description of eating disorder

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“Your hand.”

It’s the first thing Byakuya says to her as they leave the bathhouse. Kirigiri pauses mid-step, already halfway to the stairs, and turns over her shoulder.

“What of it?”

He gives her a pointed look. WIth her gloves on, he can’t tell the extent of the damage, but remembering how hard he’d tried to shut that door, he can imagine it’s not exactly pretty. “Is it broken?”

In response, she raises the hand in question, flexing it in front of him with the soft creak of well-worn leather. “It’s fine.”

Like hell it is. The fingers of her left hand hadn’t even been moving when she was typing, curled into a half-moon that skittered clumsily over the keys. But if she doesn’t want to admit it, there’s no point in him pointing it out. He has other questions, anyway. “Did you already know?”

He doesn’t mention Alter Ego out loud, but he doesn’t need to; there’s nothing else he could be referring to. She lowers her hand slowly. “Why do you think so?”

Of course, she would answer with another question. It was nothing but ambiguities and obstructions with her. “You didn’t seem surprised at all. You opened up the locker without any trouble. And you were very quick to volunteer yourself to take full responsibility.” It had been a thought in the back of his mind since the possibility of having to reveal Alter Ego to the others was brought up. She was the one who gave the computer to Chihiro, after all. He lowers his voice: “Considering how you were the one who passed that computer off to Chihiro, I can’t imagine that you weren’t aware of what he was up to.”

She doesn’t reply immediately, instead glancing around the ceiling for any wayward cameras, then behind Byakuya for any stray ears. But everyone else was still gathered around the bathhouse entrance, preoccupied with discussing their next move. Hiro was at the head of it, voice loud and excessively optimistic. “I’m curious as to how you perceived me as being unsurprised, all things considered.” She says flatly, and he feels a muscle twitch in his cheek. “And it wasn’t as if there was any lock on the locker itself. And it was the most logical thing to do, considering our room assignments.”

It doesn’t escape him how she hasn’t bothered to respond to his last statement, and it was too risky to make her answer it out loud, and especially not here or now. He hated having to concede, and especially not to her of all people, but the risk outweighed his pride. “Fine.” He grits out. Let her keep her secrets. “And where are you going now?”

He can probably guess, but he wants to hear it from her anyways. “The third floor was recently opened to us.” She replies coolly. “I am going to investigate.”

“Alone.” He doesn’t say it like a question. “You’re not bringing Makoto?”

“I always investigate alone. Anyone else…would get in the way.” She says that last part hesitantly, as if she’s not sure of her own reasoning. “I doubt he’d want to go with me regardless. Not after yesterday.”

Yesterday? He tries to think, if there was anything that happened yesterday that could have affected their relationship, but all he comes up with are the worst parts of the trial, the body discovery, the confrontation with Fukawa. The memories of everything else had blurred, melting together to become indiscernible.

She’s answering before he can even open his mouth to ask further. “I was the one who told Makoto to out you in the trial.” She says, monotone and unreadable, and then stands there, almost expectantly, as understanding sinks in.

He tries to feel angry, that familiar rush of fury, but there’s nothing, and it leaves him feeling jarringly cold in its absence. At his silence, she continues: “Let me be clear, Makoto did not want to betray you to begin with. I told him that it would be unavoidable, and the only way to clear you of all suspicion.”

“The two of you made me into a bigger target.” He points out, bitterly. A person who would be of no help in investigations or otherwise, who was helpless enough on his own to be an appealing victim who couldn’t retaliate.

“There’s only ten of us left, in an enclosed space. With smaller numbers, it’s less likely for any one person to be willing to kill. Or get away with it, at least.” If she was trying to reassure him, she was failing miserably.

“Why Makoto? If you were aware, why couldn’t you have told them instead?”

She takes a step closer, and he barely keeps himself from stepping back. “Would they have been as ready to believe me?” She asks quietly. “You said it yourself: I’m someone who you all know nothing about. If I was the one who did it, would they be as quick to accept it? Or would they have started wrongly accusing me as well? Where would we be then?” She reaches out and grabs his lapels - in her left hand - and pulls him close, just enough to whisper: “I am the only one who can get us out of here. I’m sure you know that well.”

He feels his hands clenching into fists at his sides, but she’s right. Of course she is. Out of everyone here, she was the only one who was actively searching, trying to escape, and probably the closest to succeeding. That was the most frustrating part; that he couldn’t even properly argue back.

She releases him and retreats, tucking her hair behind her shoulders. “I will admit. If I had been the one to absolve you, then maybe you wouldn’t have had to be betrayed.” She says simply, and it’s probably the closest thing he’ll get to an apology. An offhanded acknowledgement of his miserable state.

He’s heard enough. He turns on his heel, but hasn’t made even a step when she grabs his arm so suddenly that he almost stumbles. “What?” He demands. Her fingers are tight around his forearm, and he can feel her leather glove, smooth and creased at the knuckles, digging through the fabric of his jacket.

There’s another pause, as she opens her mouth, but she’s silent long enough for him to wonder if there was something wrong with her. Then she releases him. “Nothing. Go eat.”

He was already planning to head to the cafeteria to do just that, but her tone irks him so much that he’s almost tempted to turn around and stomp back to his room. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Starve, then. But don’t wear yourself out.” She was already brushing past him, hair streaming behind her like a ghost. “You still have some use yet.”

He watches her go, a little stunned and more than a little scandalized. For her to belittle him, patronize him, and mock him, after he tried to help her - demonstrated concern, even - he clenches his fists to stop them from trembling, and smothers down the insult that she was already too far away to hear.

What an-! Insufferable little-! He sputters silently. To go from blatantly labeling him as ‘useless’ just a few days ago to saying this now, when his most fatal flaw had been laid bare to everyone…even more frustrating, was how underneath the anger, a smallest shred of pride had curled to life in his chest, undaunted by the disgust that immediately followed. As if he were a dog easily placated by nice words.

…The hunger must have started to interfere with my thoughts. He shakes his head, and turns back to the cafeteria. Behind him, he can hear the squeak of sneakered footsteps, pattering to catch up with him, and starts walking a little faster, knowing full well who it could be. And sure enough:

“Byakuya!”

It was just one after another. Makoto’s hand pinches onto his elbow sleeve, and Byakuya jerks out of his grasp with enough force that he almost stumbles, staggering awkwardly to maintain his balance. Makoto steps back, one hand still raised hesitantly, and his breath stutters slightly as he freezes, unsure what to do.

There’s a lot that Byakuya can say here. He’s envisioned this interaction a thousand times, in between chess and shogi games with Alter Ego, as he showered, as he rested his exhausted, sightless eyes. But the vitriol he prepared doesn’t come; the very act of trying to come up with something to hurl at him just leaves him feeling drained. Hollowed out.

Luckily, he’s saved from having to say anything at all. Seemingly out of nowhere, with only a sudden rustle of velvet to announce her arrival, Celeste appears by his side, placing one hand delicately on his elbow.

“Oh, excuse me,” She hums serenely, entirely ignoring the strange, tense air between the other two. “I pray I am not intruding. Byakuya, won’t you please join me for tea?”

She’d never shown interest in him before. He scowls, instantly wary. “What for?”

“There’s no need for such frightening looks. I have no ulterior motives.” She’s probably smiling, though he can’t make out her mouth on her pale face. Just her eyes, pinpricks of an artificial, unsettling red. “But you have not eaten since yesterday’s breakfast, no? Hifumi’s milk tea is almost passable, and I would appreciate it if you could offer your refined opinion on it.”

He doesn’t move, arm held at an awkward position away from himself to keep her at a distance. Makoto is still there, watching them, hesitating. “Um, Byakuya-”

“And…I would like to apologize for my actions during the trial.” Byakuya’s eyes snap back to her. Her posture has relaxed somewhat, and she speaks slowly, as if every word was pushing against her pride. “I spoke rather callously, and…shed some rather insulting suggestions of your relation with Chihiro. At the time, I genuinely thought I was doing the right thing, but it seems I should not have been so rash.” The hand on his elbow slackens, just enough to be in danger of sliding off his arm entirely. “I can’t imagine how you are feeling now. It’s clear now, you were one of the people closest to him, if he was able to entrust you with something so precious.”

He feels his lip curling with disgust, at her shamelessness. It was unsurprising that someone such as the Ultimate Gambler would use words like cards, and know exactly how to play them. But even despite knowing that she wasn’t likely to be genuine, the stifling, uncomfortable pressure on his chest dissipates, just a little.

And he was hungry. And he has no desire to be face-to-face with Makoto at all, and he doubts Celeste’s intentions to kill him. And there was no motive, nor had he slighted her in any way - and besides. Prepositioning him here, in the middle of the hallway with Makoto to witness it, meant that it would be very difficult for her to free herself of suspicion if he were to turn up dead.

“Fine.” He forces his posture to relax. At that, her hand twines around his arm with the grace of a snake, much like how a lady might be led by a gentleman, resting there lightly.

She radiates smugness, and the self-satisfaction of a pampered cat as she leans into him. “Then, shall we go?”

He doesn’t really want to. But sometimes sacrifices were a means for a better end, and he only spares a single glance at Makoto as he leaves, standing ignored and alone in the middle of the hallway.

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“Ah, Princess!” Yamada calls as they enter. And then, slightly panicked: “And - M-Mister Togami-?”

Byakuya scoffs, disgusted, but Celeste tugs him along. “Yes, I am aware of the nature of the company that I keep.” She sounds almost apologetic about it, as she half-guides, half-steers him towards a two-person table near the far end of the cafeteria. “But I assure you, he has his uses. He’s loyal where it counts, and accomplishes things decently well.” She pats his arm, a gesture that feels far too familiar for his comfort. “I’m sure you understand?”

He makes no comment, seating himself with a scowl, and eyeing Celeste warily from across the table, a graceful shape of black and white before him. The girl had always been an enigma - much like Kirigiri in her careful, conniving ways - but he hasn’t forgiven her for how she so carelessly dropped the mention of his meeting with Chihiro. It hadn’t been to clear anything up either; he was sure that her intentions were for her own self-satisfaction, and nothing more.

Yamada waddles out of the kitchen, a large, silver tray balanced between his hands. He sets it on the table with a flourish, its contents rattling slightly - an intricate porcelain tea set decorated with a swirling black design, with a plate full of small teacakes, cookies, and other such deserts - and begins pouring out two cups of tea. He’s surprisingly graceful about it, making a show of pouring the milk in a large arc and stirring it all with a tiny silver spoon, before he sets one down in front of both of them.

Celeste lifts her cup to her lips, taking a careful sip. “Hm. Better,” She praises, and Yamada swells with pride, his chest puffing out. “Thank you. You may go.”

He deflates immediately. “Ah, but-” He clutches the empty tray to his chest like a shield. “Er, to sit alone w-with another man-!”

“Now, please.” There’s a firmness behind her gentle politeness, and after a moment’s hesitation, Yamada retreats to the kitchen with a quiet grumble.

There’s some sound near the entrance of the cafeteria, and when Byakuya looks up he sees Hagakure leading Owada towards a table, talking jovially about the importance of health and food, asking about any preferred dishes, and launching into some inane story about a hamburger and aliens.

“He’s been like that since this morning.” Celeste comments, and he turns back to her. She sets her teacup down with a gentle click, and laces her fingers beneath her chin as she leans forward, her voice lowered to an exaggeratedly conspiratorial degree. “You were not there, but Hiro declared himself the de facto leader in Taka’s absence. He stated that he has rights by age, but thus far he’s only taken responsibility for Owada.”

De facto leader…as if they had such a thing. “Good. Someone has to.” Byakuya grunts, as he lifts the cup to his lips. Owada was the farthest thing from stable at the moment, and he would rather avoid having to participate in another trial so soon. The tea Yamada made is passable, though too sweet for his tastes and richer than he would like.

“Hm, quite right.” She sighs. “I have no interest in repeating yesterday’s events for as long as I live.”

She says what he was thinking out loud, and somehow, that bothers him deeply. He didn’t like how similar the two of them were, how similar she was perceiving them to be. How similar they already were.

“But let’s not waste time on depressing things.” She claps her hands lightly. “I am curious. How is your relationship with Makoto now?”

He chokes on the teacake he had just taken a bite of, crumbling into crumbs and dust into his throat, and takes a hasty gulp of tea. It’s too hot and scalds his tongue, and the raw, healing wounds on his inner cheek. He almost doubles over with the pain, just barely managing to keep his posture. This whole time, he was painfully aware of Celeste watching him over her crossed hands.

“Are you alright?” She asks, offering him a handkerchief. He ignores it and takes another sip of tea, ignoring the burns.

“M’ f-ine.” He spits. He has the feeling his eyes are watering, though there’s not exactly a clear difference in his vision to suggest if that’s the case, and counts himself lucky for not choking. He tries to blink the tears inconspicuously away, and clears his throat. “Why - why do you ask about him?”

She tilts her head as if his question is the odd one. “You underestimate how much attention you drew when you accepted Makoto’s company. In the course of just a few short weeks, we’ve seen you two develop a sudden companionship, then a sudden lull, and then rekindle that relationship as if nothing had happened at all.” He has the feeling she’s smiling, though he can’t make out the gleam of her teeth compared to her chalk-white face. “Would you like to hear some of the rumors that have been spread?”

“Not in the slightest.” He can imagine what tasteless things have been whispered already. “The truth is nothing as scandalous as you’re hoping to hear. He was the first person who discovered my blindness, and was simply assisting me. Though-”

He grimaces inwardly now, at the memory of the trial. The earth-shattering feeling of betrayal. The quiet, hesitant way that Makoto had reached out to him afterwards, guilty as a thief. “Though, I have no need for people that can’t obey orders.”

That’s not the exact reason for his avoidance of Makoto, but he’s not interested in analyzing exactly why the other boy was bothering him so, and especially not now. It’s also not the sort of answer he would expect Celeste to be satisfied with, but to his surprise, she simply shrugs, and nods as if she understands it completely.

“I am the same. Though given our situation…I have had to be a little accommodating.” She flicks a hand carelessly in the direction of the kitchen. “I am surprised, however. Given your nature, I hadn’t expected you to be so merciful. You seemed to let Makoto off very kindly compared to the injustice he did you.” She leans forward slightly, staring at him. “You’ve changed, it seems.”

“Excuse me?”

“It is not an insult.” She says, with the same, gentle tone as a nanny with a displeased child. “If anything, it is praise. You’re far more open now, when compared to before.” She taps at her face. “You’ve stopped wearing your glasses, which you didn’t need in the first place. It’s a sign that you have become less shut off, no?”

“It’s not a sign of anything. My glasses broke when Owada punched me.” Never mind the fact that he has several spare pairs in his room. Trying to wear them now when everyone knew they were pointless would be more humiliating than anything, though he still has to consciously refrain from reaching up to touch his temples, fighting the habit to adjust something that wasn’t there.

“But even so, my point still stands.” Her eyes narrow as she smiles. “Before, you seemed very distant, but now it is more obvious that you are of flesh and blood.”

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. That was what he was afraid of, becoming more human, more like those around him. His glasses had been a part of him for as long as he could remember, even before there was a real need for him to wear them; they made him look older, Pennyworth had told him, and more mature. Less like a boy, more like a proper heir. Less like his mother, and more like a Togami.

He notices the pale, spindly shape of Celeste’s hand reaching for his face just in time, jerking backwards and out of her reach. If she’s surprised, she gives no sign, and simply retreats slowly. “I apologize. It seems I’ve said something insensitive once more.”

“...You said nothing of the sort.” He lies. Has he become that easy to read? He presses his lips into a thin line. “Even if I still had them, there’s no point in wearing them anymore. Not when everyone knows they’re pointless.”

“I see…if it is any consolation, I do find your appearance appealing now.” She says this hesitantly, shyly, hiding her face demurely behind her cup. But either she had layered on enough makeup to completely conceal her face, or she was an exceptionally skilled liar, or most likely both, because not the barest hint of a blush is visible on her at all. “You were uncomfortably perfect before, more like a little porcelain doll than anything. I rather enjoy this new, human side to you. Even the…imperfections, if you will forgive the term, are quite endearing.”

He can feel her gaze, bright red eyes, roaming his face. “Save your flattery.” He mutters. The burn on the roof of his mouth was making itself known again, and as he glances down at his plate at the remains of his earlier pastry, all he sees is an unappealing, sand-coloured blur. “Asides from the change in supposed ‘leadership’, what else happened when I wasn’t around?”

Thankfully, Celeste doesn’t push the topic, and instead launches into a detailed recount. Monokuma opened up the third floor as a reward for a successful trial, which included new amenities: an art room with just about everything needed for any medium, from sculpting to calligraphy; a very robust physics lab with a very large and elaborate air purifier; an equipment room without anything particularly noticeable; and a recreation room with a pool table, darts, board games, and a weekly magazine rack.

Byakuya raises his eyebrows at this last mention. “Weekly magazines?”

“Yes, but unfortunately, Monokuma has no intention of providing us with any new issues.” She sighs. “I asked him myself.”

He clicks his tongue, disappointed again but unsurprised, and leans back in his chair, taking a biscuit. Everything that Yamada had brought out was too sweet for his tastes, and tasted cheap, with the chemical-ly staleness of preservatives. It was killing his appetite, and he was ready to retreat back to his room.

“It seems that our school life has gained more opportunities to become enjoyable, however.” Celeste continues, ignoring his apparent sourness. “Won’t you join me for a game of Othello, sometime? I’m sure someone of your caliber is familiar with the rules.”

“I’ll pass. I have no need for a partner.” He doubts that she would be a better opponent than Alter Ego, in any case. Especially if he couldn’t see the board.

“A shame. But it was worth asking.” She doesn’t sound surprised by his blunt rejection. “I’m sure I could not compare to the games you have witnessed among the aristocracy?”

He hesitates for a moment. Her intentions were clear, full of the subtle eagerness of a child trying to wheedle out a prize for good behavior. “Witnessed, and participated. But I have to disappoint you, they’re more or less just like the gambling games that the commoners play, blackjack and roulette and such. The only difference is the wagers.”

“Very high wagers, I presume?”

“Yes, but not in money. Most of the time, all the participants have enough money to their name that mere cash becomes meaningless. So they place their stakes in other things- properties, businesses, liquid assets and even people. A family castle, their favored butler. Things that have more value to them than just monetary.” She leans forward on her elbows, listening intently, and after another moment’s pause, he continues. “I’ve only played once, and wagered a genuine second-generation [Delafoy] portrait bust. I won the original copy of the opponent’s family records.”

“A rather underwhelming prize.”

“Not at all. There’s nothing more valuable than information - especially when it’s limited.” He replies, smugly. That book of records was the only copy to exist, and the stupid, sheltered boy who had wagered it had gone nearly catatonic when he lost. He was outright disowned when his family discovered what he’d done, and the family head offered a fortune for the return of it - but Byakuya had kept it, both out of spite and necessity. That book ended up being a precious bargaining token later, when the game of inheritance found him and he needed a place to lie low.

Celeste is captivated, leaning as far as she can over the table with her chin tucked on her laced hands, eyes so wide that the red of her irises - contact lenses, surely - are twin, bloody suns on her milk-white face. Like a vampire bite, he notes distantly, with a hint of snide amusement. “It has always been a dream of mine to sit among those tables.” She says, and her voice is hushed and passionate, eager, expectant; a demand hidden in plain sight.

“It would never happen. Someone of your status would never be afforded the chance.” He scoffs immediately, matter-of-factly.

“Do the wealthy not recognize the value of skill? I’m sure I can provide a stimulating enough game for them.”

“And I don’t doubt that you could. But that wouldn’t matter.” She was certainly clever, but if she was still dreaming such foolish things, then he suspected that she would not last much longer in the mastermind’s game. He leans forward, fixing her with a stare. “The only reason why I could participate at all is because of my lineage; the Togami name is the only reason that family offered to buy back their precious records, rather than simply assassinate me and pick it off my corpse. Someone like you wouldn’t even be allowed to leave that table alive.” Those esteemed elderly with nothing to do and those spoiled brats with lofty ideals would let her join their table, for the novelty of having a member of the peasantry try her luck, but the moment she humiliated them would have marked her end.

That answer seems to discourage her, and she sits back, plucking another cookie from the tray and turning it in her hands. “Such a violent reaction…it seems that the nobility are much less civilized than given credit.”

“Do you think yourself uncivilized for shooing away an insect? Like I said before, do not flatter yourself into thinking that we are on the same level.”

They’re quiet for a moment, sipping their tea and nibbling at the deserts. Hagakure was trying to coax Owada into eating a bowl of rice porridge, pressing a spoon into his listless hand. Byakuya watches with a strange, uncomfortable feeling growing over him, and suddenly wants nothing more than to leave.

“Ah, speaking of being human,” Celeste says suddenly, as if remembering something. “Makoto found a particularly interesting photo in the third-floor maintenance closet. And a very odd one, at that.” She pauses to take a delicate bite of a pastry, making him wait as she chews. “One of Mondo, Leon, and Chihiro laughing together in a classroom setting.”

“What?” He frowns. Were the three of them that close? He hadn’t noted them having any particular interactions between them to suggest such a thing. “When was the photo taken?”

“That, I cannot say. Monokuma seized the photo, so the only one who saw it was Makoto.” She shrugs, an elegant lift and fall of one shoulder. “But from what he said, they couldn’t have been much younger than they were when we first arrived.”

Perhaps they knew each other before enrolling here. It would be the most logical explanation, and it wouldn’t be impossible based on what he knew of them. He says as much aloud, and Celeste simply shrugs again.

“Perhaps.” She agrees, and takes another bite. “But if they did, they gave no indication of it, and certainly did not act like they knew each other at all. Though, I am inclined to believe it was nothing more than one of Monokuma’s pranks, intended to shake us.”

That wasn’t an unlikely possibility either. Byakuya certainly didn’t doubt that the bear might do such a thing. But for some reason it bothers him, sitting stubbornly in the back of his mind and refusing to be brushed away. Like a conspicuously empty patch of dust in an old room, marking the place where something unnamed once occupied and was now gone. Was it really just a prank, and nothing more?

From the kitchen, Yamada was humming, accompanied by the sound of pans and sizzling oil, hissing steam. Hagakure was still coaxing Owada into eating, while regaling him with another long-winded, far-fetched story. Despite everything, everyone was still going about their lives, domestic and carefree.

He thinks about Kirigiri, who never seemed to stop moving. Always thinking, always searching, always leagues ahead of him. She was similar to the girl in front of him now, clever and scheming and concealing everything behind an unreadable face. But different as well; Celeste speaks in an elegant, lilting cadence that reminded Byakuya of the children of the nobility that he had bumped elbows with before, and he can’t imagine himself having tea and small talk with Kirigiri in a similar setting.

“What will you do now,” He finds himself asking. “In regards to the killing game?”

Celeste tilts her head as if this were an obvious question. “I have no interest in dying. Nor do I have the stomach in me to imagine taking another person’s life.” She shudders slightly, as if the very thought of it was horrifying. “But all our amenities have been accounted for here, and I imagine we have all the provisions to live very comfortable lives. I can be content with this, so long as it ends the pointless tragedies.”

As he thought. Despite all her secretive, careful ways, the way she took to lying like a second skin; she was nothing like Kirigiri. Kirigiri had spine, at least.

He stands up suddenly with a screech of his chair, and she makes a noise of surprise. “You are leaving?”

“I have exhausted your company,” He says bluntly. “So there is no reason for me to stay.”

“Is that so…” There’s a sharp click as she raps her fingers against the patina. “In that case, thank you for the conversation. It was very insightful.”

He has no doubts about that. This was not a simple excuse to have a leisurely chat, but an exchange of information. She gave him what he wanted to know about the third floor, and he gave her a story to stave off boredom. Something to daydream about while they waited to escape.

He doesn’t bother deigning her with a proper goodbye as he turns to go. On his way out, he catches sight of Owada, sitting across from Hagakure, spoon still unmoving, watching him. Faceless and blank.

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theamityelf · 3 months ago

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Whelp Hajimeee before absolute mangling but also some skulls lmao

Im workinf on an entire story but ima tell you something cute and horrifying. so izuru occasionally “nips” makoto, for Gorpos thats normal behavior. Fucjing he is so gentle, like he will not actually part his teeth bro will like bare em and like rub his face against makoto and theres a reason for that. izuru is already souped up but just with normal gorpos like fuck. normal non-cannibals (or the uncanny valley bitches) have three rows of teeth, uncannies have a weird front layer that makes it so they cant close their mouth, it gives them the appearence of having flat teeth abd a fucking smile. Most gorpos have needle teeth, really pointy, and a bite force that would make you wish you had the force of a train going top notch hit whatever limb they bit instead. Also their saliva is mildly corrosive, owchie. now, cannibals are another story. First of all, their teeth are wider, and they are ridged. Ever had to deal with a porcupine spine? Pain in the fucking ass because they have tiny barbs that act like lockers, going in is easy, but when you try and pull it out these barbs dig into the flesh. That is what their teeth are like. They also have seven rows that extend through their neck ( the floating head is an illusion btw, their heads are very much attached to a neck), the voraphiles do NOT like this one because if you just like stuck your hand in a sleeping ones mouth for whatever reason, uhhh that hands gone. The least damage you can take is a missing limb. With humans as the size factor, a single bite to anything other than like a hand is fatal. Maybe if they bite your thoracic cavity you get to live for a millisecond cause of your ribs but the bite force gets up to imaginary numbers, im fucking fr, i have the equation but im a mobile freak so i cant write it, basically imagine 10e212 * i4. Some wank shit ragghhhh. Anyways that is not counting the fact that izuru is a developing invert, so a blackhole to a star, the star being a god. Inverts are an EXTREMELY FUCKING NEW CONCEPT THAT VISCERA ADDED like literally izuru is around the 5th confirmed invert within communicated existence. Basically makotos bf is the freakiest scariest fucker out there. Of course the scary factor is very subjective, tbh, to a god, or just a different species this is kindergarten shit fr, of course to us and makoto this is some freakyyyy stuff

He treats Makoto like a glass statue because he kinda is in his hands, claws and grip force is just as fucking deadly

If you can’t tell I have a thing for just eldritch horrors that can turn bodybuilders into mash from looking at them being soft and very very careful with another little guy as like any kind of little guy they like in any way. My dumbass wants a scary creature to come and be my friend. Right now. SCARY CREATURES

I see the vision, and I love it. He has to be so careful. 🥺

#danganronpa #kamuegi #izuru kamukura #makoto naegi #creachurkoto

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mutifandomlover · 1 year ago

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Prompt(Victory).

This prompt is by @zazuprompts.

Title:Bittersweet Victory.

"Congratulations, students."

The speakers rang throughout the old school building. We all looked up at them in the cafeteria to see what the announcement was.

"If you've managed to last all seven days in our little game of 'Killing School Life,' then please report to the gymnasium at this time."

One by one, we limped over to the gymnasium. I felt relief, but at the same time, I felt dread. We might finally be done with this twisted game that we've been forced to play with each other, or maybe it was our captor making us play one final game to perfect their twisted vision. Whatever it was, I wasn't ready for it.

Walking into the gymnasium, I'm faced with my classmates, well, the ones that are still alive anyway. We all looked at each other with dull, traumatized eyes. Seven days in hell in this place. A place with little to no food and water to last the game. Dirty bathrooms with disgusting water. Broken furniture and messy beds. Not to mention, the place is small and practically falling apart. Seven days in an abandoned school. Seven days being forced to survive against each other.

I don't know how I survived. In fact, I expected someone to kill me at some point, but somehow, I managed to live through it all.

"Hello."

The black and white bear with his large grin and red eye waved at us in his sick, insane demeanor.

"I'm glad to see you all here."

"As you all know, the game has officially ended, and I'm happy to announce that you all will be graduating from Hope's Peak Academy."

He got off the stage and handed everyone a cap and gown. The tassels were black and white. The little number in pink read '2010.' He really was making us go through a graduation ceremony.

"Great, now that everyone has their cap and gown, go get dressed in the locker rooms and meet back up in the gymnasium for the graduation ceremony."

I felt a pit in my stomach as we went to the locker rooms. I put on my cap and gown. I could feel myself burning with hate and regret. This shouldn't have happened. Why did we have to play this sick game just to graduate? One of my remaining classmates put their hand on my shoulder.

"Makoto, you alright?"

I pushed my feelings of hate and regret away before turning around to face Byakuya and Leon.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Let's get this done and over with."

We walked out of the boys' locker room and met up with the girls. Toko was trying to comfort Aoi and Kyoko, who seemed to also have a pit of regret and self hate in their stomachs. I wouldn't be surprised if we all were going through that same feeling at this very moment.

After a few minutes of standing around awkwardly. We all headed back into the gymnasium. There were six seats, and they were all labeled with our names.

"Find your seat, everyone, we'll get started in just a moment."

We all find our seats. He had us sat in alphabetical order by first name. It was a little strange, but that didn't really matter to me. We sat down, and the bear placed what looked like diplomas on the lectern. He began with an opening speech. I didn't think it was necessary. After all, there’s only six of us here.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to celebrate the graduation of the students from class 2010."

"These students not only passed high school but also survived the game of life."

The game of life, it was more like kill or br killed. I bit my tongue and held my composure. The last thing that we needed was a rage fit. I wanted to strangle that robotic bear, but I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. I felt one of my classmates put their hand on my shoulder. I gave them a weak smile as Monokuma continued talking.

"When I call your name, please stand up and come up to the stage to receive your diploma."

"Aoi Asahina."

"Byakuya Togami."

As he called our names, I found myself reflecting on the last three years of my school life. I remembered our first day when we all met and how young we were. I remembered all the fun times we had while in and out of class. There were times when we got in trouble for doing some dumb things. There were also times when we celebrated our accomplishments, like when we passed our first midterm and we all went to eat at a diner that we all liked. It felt great to be with them, but I wished that they were still here with us.

"Kyoko Kirigirl."

"Leon Kuwata."

If only we weren't placed into this old school just to play a twisted game of survival. I tried to keep my hands clean and cooperate with everyone. We all tried to work together, but in the end, some if not all of us had blood on our hands. Some of us paid for it while others were relieved of the burden of trying to survive, and the ones who managed to stay alive, us, we get to leave this hell hole.

"Makoto Naegi."

"Toko Fukawa."

I stood up and walked up the stage with Toko following behind. Monokuma gave me my diploma, and I shook his paw. We stood in a line together, and for a moment, I could see all of our classmates. They were smiling at us and cheering us on. Yet it was only for a moment, and in that moment, it felt like nothing changed.

"Congratulations, students, you have achieved victory in the game of life or death!"

We all held hands and gave each other a small smile, which was followed by tears and hugging each other. It was over. Our time in this hell was finally over.

"Now that the ceremony has come to a close, you guys will change out of your cap and gown and head to your dorm rooms to pack your things."

"When you're done, meet at the end of the dormitory hallway, and we'll head to the exit so that you all can leave and live your life."

We went back to the locker rooms to take off our cap and gown before grabbing the clothes Monokuma left for us and headed to our dorms. We all took showers with clean water for the first time in a week. Yes, it was a little cold, but it was nice to finally take a shower with clean water. I changed into my new outfit. It was nice to finally be out of my school uniform but also a little weird since I've grown attached to it. I packed up my things in the backpack that Monokuma left in my dorm. There wasn't much, just my cap and gown, my diploma, my school uniform, and the photo album of my class throughout our three years of high school. This photo album was my keepsake since the most valuable thing to me was my memories with my friends. I walked out of my dorm room for the last time and met up with the others. We walked together to the end of the hall where Monokuma was waiting for us, and he handed us a photo of us in our caps and gowns. They must've taken the picture before we turned into an emotional mess. We followed him to the giant steel doors, and he opened them.

We found ourselves being amazed by the blue sky and the burning sun. It felt wonderful to feel the sun against my skin. I thought about all of our friends who would never see the sky again. Yasuhiro, Sayaka, Chihiro, Mondo, Kiyotaka, Hifumi, Celeste, Sakura, Mukuro, and Junko. Our friends would never find out what happened to their families. Those who died early on would have no clue as to who lived and who died.

"Look, it's them!"

"Congratulations on your victory!"

My train of thought was interrupted by a group of people that surrounded us at the door. Were they here the whole time? People were cheering, clapping, and holding signs. Some whistled and even stomped their feet. There were photographs and even a news station at the end of a red carpet. The reporter gave us a big smile, and she beckoned for us to come to her. We all looked at each other before walking down the red carpet in pairs. Aoi was with Leon, I was with Kyoko, and Toko was with Byakuya. People's cheers continued as we walked through the path laid out for us. The reporter was facing the cameraman as she began talking.

"We're here at the live set of Tsumibito Academy from the new hit series, Danganronpa:Distrust."

"The final episode, Graduation Day, has finished production, and the lucky survivors of season one have just exited the building."

"So tell us, Mr. Naegi, how does it feel to have such an outstanding victory?"

Was it all a reality show? The world sat down to watch me and my classmates kill each other as entertainment? Were our families watching the show? Why were we put into this? I don't remember ever signing up for anything like this, and I don't think any of us remember being the main cast of a reality show. Before I knew it, however, I already told them my answer.

"It was certainly a strange experience."

"If you were given the chance, would you join Danganronpa for another season?"

"No, this was a crazy experience for me, and it's definitely not something for anyone with a timid mindset to go into."

"Make way, we have a ride for the winners of Danganronpa."

"Paid for by the company themselves."

We looked at the limousine that pulled up. We piled inside and sat down in the luxurious car. I pulled the photo album out from my backpack, and we began to look at the different photos of us throughout high school. I found myself smiling despite all that had happened. We survived, and it's a victory for us. A bittersweet one but a victory nonetheless. Leon was pouring a bottle of sparkling cider into cups for everyone.

"Come on, we gotta celebrate right?"

"I really hope that this ride isn't a trap."

"I'm sure we'll be fine."

I picked up my glass and made a toast.

"To our friends that we'll never forget and to the future we'll make."

"To the future we'll make!"

We clinked our glasses together and I took a slip. It felt like everything was going to be fine. Everything is going to turn out fine, right? There's no way we're going to get dragged into something dangerous, right?

I finished my glass of sparkling cider, and I began to drift off, resting my head on the seat. My vision blurred as my eyes closed, and I drifted off completely into my mind.

"Makoto!"

"MAKOTO!"

"Huh?"

"Leon?"

I was shaken awake by Leon. He had a panicked look in his eyes, and we were no longer in the limousine.

"Gnh!"

I gripped my waist, and I felt a sharp stabbing ache in my hip. I looked down to see a shard of glass sticking out of my hip.

"Hold still."

Leon managed to pull the glass shard out of my hip. He grabbed the scarf in his pocket and wrapped it around my waist.

"What happened?"

"Everyone passed out after we drank the cider in the limousine."

"A little while later, I regained consciousness, and the first thing I saw was the limousine heading straight for a tree."

"I tried to wake everyone up, but the only person that woke up was Kyoko."

"The limousine crashed but we managed to get the door open."

I looked at the busted up limousine. The door was open, but I didn't see the others.

"So, what happened to the others?"

"They're behind me."

"Kyoko is mostly okay. Save for her hand."

"Toko is injured in her leg and so is Aoi."

"And Byakuya has some bruises on his head."

"You were the last person to wake up."

"Oh..."

"What do you we do now?"

"I don't know."

Leon helped me up and got me to the others. Everyone else had injuries that were wrapped in jackets and paper towels from the limousine. We all were in shock. The limousine had crashed, and we almost died. As we were debating what to do, a truck and two cars pulled up behind us.

"Hey!"

Leon stood up and ran to the man driving the car.

"Excuse me, my friends and I were in a car crash."

"We're not sure how it happened, but I and one other person managed to get everyone else out."

"We need medical assistance so please, help us..."

The man stepped out of the car with a gun in his hands. Leon backed up to where we were and fell backwards.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"I don't like this guys."

"It's a trap, I knew it was a trap!"

The man spoke into a radio in his shirt pocket.

"We found them."

"The sedatives wore off just before the car crashed, as planned."

"Yes, they're injured, but they seemed to have stopped their wounds from bleeding out, we'll check them in with the medical staff when we get there."

"Alright, I understand."

He stopped talking and then faced us.

"All of you, get into this truck and don't try to run away."

Leon and Kyoko got all of us inside of the truck before hopping in with us. The truck door slammed shut. Thankfully, there were air holes in the truck so that we could breathe. A few hours, maybe more, and we finally made it to where they were taking us. The first people to greet us when the truck door opened was a set of nurses who helped us out of the vehicle and took us to different operating rooms where they examined our wounds and patched them up. We were all put into hospital robes and taken to a room for recovery. After a few days, someone came in to talk to me.

"Good morning Mr. Naegi."

"Good morning."

"How are you feeling?"

"A lot better, my hip no longer hurts."

"That's good to know."

The man opened a folder with my name on it and showed me a contract that I needed to sign.

"What is this?"

"A contract that we need you to sign."

"Um can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Are you the people behind Danganronpa?"

"Yes."

"So, Monokuma, the bear robot, mentioned that we would get to go home after we finished the killing game, so why are we here?"

"Oh, well, this is your temporary home for the time being while your on the show."

"It is?"

"Yep."

The man pushed the contract towards me. I read it over a few times. It was basically telling me that I would spend my time here working on the show as a member of the cast until I wasn't needed anymore. The only issue is that it didn't say when I would get to go back home.

"Um, can I just go home instead?"

"There is nowhere for you to go, so it's best to stay here."

"Did the others sign this?"

"Yes."

I sighed in defeat and signed my name on the dotted line. The man smiled and left the room. A nurse came in and got me my clothes. I changed back into my outfit and followed her to the living quarters for the cast. The lady then handed me my stuff from the limousine, and I sat down with the others.

"I can't believe we're stuck here."

"So, how are we going to get out of this?"

"I don't think we can. They have eyes everywhere."

"Yeah, we all saw the cameras and guards constantly patrolling the building."

"We can't really do anything right now other than listen."

"At least the place looks nicer than Hope's Peak Academy."

"True, it does."

We walked to our rooms, and I sat down on the bed. I couldn't believe it. We were trapped somewhere again. I kept pondering on the future and what would happen to us. I just wanted to go home. I didn't want to be here at all. Maybe things will get better. I hope it all ends well. I really hope all of this ends well.

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dragon-in-the-watery-bowl · 11 months ago

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Discovery (Mistake)

Here's more Ghost AU fic, this time for the second day of THH's Chapter 3.

Warning for mentions of suicide.

When he woke up, he wasn't surprised at the fact that he was feeling tired even after having slept pretty well, considering... everything that had went on the last two days.

What surprised him was that, after he almost ate floor thanks to his tiredness making him trip over his feet, he realized that Utsuro was holding him.

A revelation that also shocked the ghost once he realized what he did.

"How did you did that?!"

"I don't know!"

"What do you mean that you don't know!?"

"I mean that I don't know! You tripped, I didn't wanted you to fall, and I didn't even realized that I grabbed you until you started to gawk about it!"

"You did-?!... Ok, screaming at eachother isn't going to help, so let's go back to the beginning..."

It was clear that there had to be a reason why Utsuro was able to touch him in that specific moment, considering that, once he realized that he was holding him, his arms once again started to phase through him, making him fall like if they hadn't been holding him just a second ago, but what was that reason?

He spent his entire time in the shower trying to solve this puzzle with Utsuro, the ghost averting his eyes off him until he got confirmation of him not being naked anymore, with the bulb of an idea only coming to him once he put a cleaner set of clothes, all of them identical to the clothes he was wearing when he, and everyone else, was first trapped inside this building, immediately telling to Utsuro before it left his mind:

"Maybe it's some kind of ability that ghosts only can use if the want to hold something, or someone, is strongly felt. That could be the reason why you couldn't touch anything when you first became a ghost, but you were able to hold me just now. Still, I'm not sure if I'm right, so it would be a good idea to check on it later. That's it, after I check on Ishimaru, of course! I still remember that!"

Utsuro just nodded as an answer, before they left the room, and went to meet with the others at the dining room.

---

The moment he saw Makoto trip, he just reacted without thinking, not realizing the fact that he was holding him until he noticed his warmth against his cold chest.

Possibilities and reasons why started to flood his brain, all of them finding their roots in the dreadful idea of the Divine Luck somehow having returned to him.

And having left Akane behind in the process.

He couldn't help but to feel gratitude towards Makoto when he started to talk to him, and giving him his unbiased suggestions to what had really happened in that moment, even if his musings sometimes sounded too similar to the capabilities of that cursed power he once had, because something in his voice just made him feel that, no matter how similar it could be, it would never be that thing.

Once Makoto arrived to the dining room and meet with the others, the first thing he noticed was Kiyotaka's absence, not being able to find neither his black hair nor his white uniform between the people in the room.

He had to be in his room, still grieving Mondo's death. Probably. Hopefully.

Because it would be a better possibility than what his brain was conjuring in his mind anyways.

Either way, whatever conversations the members of Class 78 had during breakfast were kept short and concise, the only thing of notice being a new rule being added against using the Alter Ego they found the previous days if it wasn't needed, in a bid to protect it from Junko's diligent watch.

An Alter Ego that was awakening feelings of familiarity within him.

When he first saw the AI, shining brightly in the screen of that laptop, and hidden from prying eyes in the lockers of the bathhouse, the memories of "Yuki" finding the Alter Ego Yamato Kisaragi made before dying flooded his mind, making him lose himself in them for a moment.

Things had repeated once again: A brilliant inventor dying in a killing game before he could do anything of notice, but leaving behind an artifical intelligence behind as his last gift, and hope, to the classmates he left behind.

The only difference was that there wasn't going to be any Divine Luck to protect it from Junko's gaze.

And once she finds it, the only things that would remain of it would be a broken computer.

And a broken promise of hope for the world.

---

The first thing Makoto did after finishing his breakfast, and leaving the dining room, was to run towards Kiyotaka's room and see how he was.

Only to not receive any response.

No matter how many times Makoto rang the bell for his room, no one answered to it on the other side, and worry was starting to bleed through the luckster's expression.

This was his signal.

He phased through the closed door, only to find a still living Kiyotaka, the student sitting all alone on his bed and mumbling to himself something he couldn't hear. A more throughout look at the room itself also showed him that there wasn't any sharp implements, or poisons, in the room the Moral Compass could use on himself either, letting him leave the room, and return to Makoto, with a feeling of... relaxation in his chest.

Makoto's expression also became calmer once he told him what he saw, clearly also relieved that Kiyotaka hadn't done anything bad to himself since the last time they saw him, a reaction that didn't really surprised him.

Because, after all, he didn't needed any words to know that Makoto would never forgive himself if Kiyotaka ended up taking his own life, and return to Mondo on the other side, all alone in his room, while the rest of their class ignored his plight.

After spending some more minutes waiting on the other side of the door to Kiyotaka's room, to see if the Moral Compass was going to answer his calls, only to be ignored, Makoto returned to his room, but not before he gave Kiyotaka a promise to return later through the reinforced door, even though the soundproof nature of the room would leave his words unheard on the other side.

Once again, he couldn't help but to let his mind wander back to the past, to the pain Akane felt that now Kiyotaka was sharing with, to the point of not even realizing that he was back in Makoto's room until the boy tried to hand him a pen, followed by four little words:

"Try to hold this"

Oh yeah, Makoto had promised him to help him with whatever had happened before that morning, with that entire thing of having been able to hold him for a second without any warning or explanation.

He had... forgotten about that.

The first attempt to grab the pen ended up being a failure, like he expected it to be, but Makoto wasn't going to give up so easily, so the luckster continued with his attempts to make him grab the pen, trying again and again to find the words necessary to give him the little push he needed to become tangible again.

But soon enough, this entire thing started to grate on his nerves, not seeing any point to it besides irritating him with the knowledge that he couldn't interact with the world without help anymore, no matter how many times Makoto tried to encourage him, eventually being driven into growling in impotent frustration at another predictable failure.

"So, this isn't working..." With his hands covering his eyes in his frustration, he wasn't sure what was Makoto doing, but he sounded like he was sitting on his bed, probably also being left exhausted by all of these constant failures "I think it would be better to stop for now, and see if we have more luck later, you know...?"

"What?" He couldn't help but to mumble, slowly uncovering his eyes to look at Makoto, who was laying down on his bed, looking at the ceiling of the room.

"Yeah, stressing ourselves out about it isn't going to help out at the end, Utsuro. Just... let's rest up for a while, and try it again later, ok?"

He... didn't knew what to say.

So, he just stood there, thinking.

Thinking about how, since the day he was born, he was never allowed to fail anything he tried to do.

No matter what he did, what he wanted, his curse of a luck always made it sure that he always found himself becoming successful on everything he tried, taking away from him any excitement he could have felt, and sending him into a spiral of existential dread and ennui from which he wanted to be free from.

Freedom he thought he found through the promises of a Despair-driven world that Junko Enoshima gave him the day they first met.

And the day he joined her crusade for the world.

But now, he had died, and was left stuck as a simple ghost, so disconnected from the living world that he couldn't do anything, failing to even do something as miserably easy as grabbing a pen.

It was... a strange feeling.

He wasn't lying when he found himself being stressed out, and annoyed, at his inability to grab a stupid pen Makoto could easily hold right in front of him, but now that his aggravation was dying out, he couldn't help but to feel joy when he thought about it.

After spending the gods know how long being forced to do everything he tried to do right thanks to the Divine Luck forcing its hand, he was finally failing at doing something.

He was finally free. The Divine Luck had finally left him once and for all.

And it was all thanks to that fateful killing game.

In a way, joining the Ultimate Despair gave him exactly what he wanted, but, at the same time, it didn't came without some costs:

Not only he dragged everyone in class 79 along with him to his fate, but he ended up losing Akane too, in a way.

And he couldn't help but to feel sad about it.

He didn't understood why he felt like that towards them. After all, they shouldn't mean anything to him.

They should have been just means to an end, that he should have left behind once he got what he desired.

So why he felt like this about them?

An answer to his question never came, because, in that moment, the sound of the doorbell ringing cut through the silence, and threw both him and Makoto out of their thoughts, with the luckster getting up of his bed to answer whoever was calling him, only to stop on his tracks in surprise once he opened the door.

Curious at his shock, he decided to go take a look to the mysterious guest, only to be also surprised at the identity of the person on the other side of that door.

It was Kiyotaka.

Who immediately begged him to see Alter Ego.

---

When he got up to see who was calling him now, he wasn't expecting to see Kiyotaka on the other side of the door, nor the fact that he was begging him to let him see Alter Ego, clearly unaware of the true nature of the AI.

He couldn't help but to feel conflicted about what to do. Kyoko had told them to avoid visiting Alter Ego unless strictly necessary, to make sure to keep him safe from the Mastermind, but he couldn't just pile up onto his misery, especially now that Utsuro had told him that a sad fate could be in store for him if nothing was done.

So he decided to guide him to where Alter Ego was.

"Makoto Naegi, what do you think you're doing?!" He could hear Utsuro half-whispering-half-screaming at him, but he ignored him. Not only he had to keep himself quiet with Kiyotaka at his side, but he also had to deal with crossing paths with Kyoko on the way to Alter Ego.

Thankfully, he was able to easily convince her that they were just going to get some food, but there was something in her eyes before she left that told him that she didn't totally believed his words.

He just hoped that she didn't decided to visit Alter Ego while they were still there. He already was dealing with Utsuro's reprimands, it would be unbearable Kyoko decided to join him.

The rest of the trip to the bathhouse's dressing room went more smoothly and, soon enough, he was on the computer's keyboard, telling Alter Ego what was going on and writing for him the questions Kiyotaka desperately wanted to give to the deceased Chihiro, for Alter Ego to answer for him.

It was clearly hard for Kiyotaka to tell him, thanks to the pain he was feeling, but he found himself not being surprised with the first two questions he told him to write for the AI:

If he hated Mondo for what he did to Chihiro.

And if he hated him for not having been more observant with Mondo's emotional state.

Even with Alter Ego answering him that he didn't hated him, and that neither Chihiro nor Mondo would hate him either if they were still here, Kiyotaka didn't looked convinced, so Alter Ego decided to take a different approach to the conversation.

Taking Mondo's appearance, Alter Ego gave him a tough pep-talk to Kiyotaka, trying his best to imitate the biker's personality the best he could from what Chihiro had told him about him before both their deaths, with the hope that the Moral Compass would actually hear him, and recover from his depressed state.

And hear him he did. Maybe a bit too well, if he may add.

Because, the moment he heard the AI's words, he started to laugh. And his hair became white. And his eyes lit ablaze.

Soon enough, and accompanied by a goulish scream, the boy at his side ceased to be the Kiyotaka he met the day they ended up trapped in this killing game, being substituted by a... new him, like he said before leaving the bathhouse.

An him more brash and loud.

An him more like... Mondo?

Either way, he wasn't able to follow him, and get any answers, because he was stopped by an angry Kyoko, who immediately reprimanded him for having broken the rule she had gave them earlier that day and forced him to go back to his room.

Just like he had feared, this decision of him got him chastised by both Utsuro and Kyoko.

And talking about Utsuro, when he finally took a look to him while he returned to his room, his angry glare towards him, which he tried to ignore while he and Kiyotaka were on the dressing room, had been replaced by a confused expression, probably caused by... whatever had happened with Kiyotaka, because the moment he finally got into his room, the first thing he heard from the ghost's mouth was:

"What the fuck was that?!"

He didn't knew what to tell him, not having any idea of what had happened either, but the night announcement playing on the monitor made it clear that they weren't going to get any answers for today, so he went to bed, with the plan to talk to Kiyotaka the next day about it.

And to ignore the feeling that he had made a big mistake.

#my writing #Dangan Ronpa #danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa fangame #danganronpa another #dra #super danganronpa another 2 #sdra2 #utsuro #makoto naegi

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husbandomail-archive · 2 years ago

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Congratulations on your new computer! 😃

May I please request headcanons for Joker, Akechi, and Makoto seeing their female S/O in a martial arts competition and kicking major ass?

I hope this is okay!! Ren has one extra point bc I couldn't figure out how to be concise lmao

Ren:

Ren is surprisingly supportive of basically everything you’ve ever told him; in fact, when you’d first mentioned your hobby, he seemed to already know a bit too much about it. He was chomping at the bit to attend one of your competitions, long before you had a chance to invite him yourself— and of course you agree.

As you stepped out of the locker room and onto the floor for your next match, you briefly scanned the audience for him— and almost cringed when you actually found him. Your shameless boyfriend, in a homemade shirt with your face printed on it, waving one of those foam fingers you’ve seen on American sports broadcasts. He was grinning like the Cheshire cat. You were going to snap him in half.

Thankfully, despite his loud outfit, Ren had always been a rather quiet young man. He knew he’d embarrassed you enough— for the rest of the evening he behaved, only cheering along with the crowd, doing his best not to actively distract you. He still found himself on the edge of his seat, his hands tangled in the loose fabric of his shirt as he watched you win and win and win— of course you won the entire event.

Ren was quick, but not quick enough; by the time he’d leapt from his seat and down to the now-open floor, you were already surrounded by other people, showering you in congratulations. He pushed his way through the ebb and flow of the crowd, weaving his way past disappointed fighters and their reassuring families— if he were to reach out, he could almost touch you.

Akechi:

Although you would consider the two of you fairly close, you still have a tough time reading your boyfriend. Akechi’s smile feels less like an invitation and more like a wall. Still, you make the offer anyways— there’s a tournament tonight, and as a competitor, you’ve got a free plus-one ticket. It’s there if he wants it. Akechi just takes another sip of his coffee.

In all honesty, you’d had no real hope that he would accept the invitation. Goro Akechi was a busy man, and even during his rare time off, he had to contend with paparazzi or persistent fans. You could never blame him for choosing to stay home instead. That’s why, when you caught sight of him in the crowd, you’re floored— he smiles widely and mouths “good luck,” and then he’s vanished off to his seat.

Underneath his professional shit, Goro Akechi was a violent man. When you lashed out with a jaw-cracking punch, your opponent’s head whipping back like a rag doll, your boyfriend was thrilled in ways he could never explain. Sure, the other contestants had been interesting to watch, but you were the only one he had eyes for— with the way your arms flexed and your chest heaved, and the light in your eyes and the sharp glint of your teeth— a girl after his own heart.

Makoto:

Initially, Makoto cared about her public image. That’s why she was hesitant to attend your tournaments, no matter how much you asked; despite her interest in martial arts, she was well-aware that many dojos and training facilities had reputations as shady places. You’d ask all the time— brushing your hair out of your eyes, slinging your bag over your shoulder, fumbling to tie your sneakers as you looked up at her. Hidden behind her books and responsibilities, she’d always had to say no.

The fabric of your protective gloves was always a bit uncomfortable against your skin. You knew that after the match, once you were taking off your gear, there would be imprints in your skin— but those wouldn’t be nearly as memorable as the bruises. The trophies that blossomed across your skin. You had just one fight left. Shouldering open the door to the locker room, you quickly side-stepped to avoid barreling over the person standing too close— it was Makoto.

You stood there for a moment with your mouth wide open; your girlfriend averted her eyes, clearly unsure of what to say or do next. You found your voice first, launching into a happy stream of excited chatter— she was here! She’d made it in time for your final match! Makoto nodded along as you thanked her for showing up, promising you’d win this one, so at least the perceived hit to her reputation was worth the effort— before she could respond, the arena loudspeakers crackled to life, calling you out to the mat, to your opponent.

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Revolution - 41: Investigation

Translator: Creampuffs

Makoto: As expected, it seems the Student Council President’s unit… “fine”, won’t be taking part this time around.

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Location: 2-A Classroom

Makoto: As expected, it seems the Student Council President’s unit… “fine”, won’t be taking part this time around.

There’s nothing they can do with their leader hospitalised. I guess in our case, the mice will play while the cat’s away~?

So, our worst enemy is “AKATSUKI”, after all.

Hokuto: So the Vice-President’s unit will be making an appearance, huh. Are there any other notable units that appeared on the participants list?

Makoto: Hmm~ the general public will be coming to the “S1”.

Maybe they don’t want to lose face in front of the public~ It seems most of the stronger units won’t be participating, anyway.

Like “Knights” and “RYUSEITAI”.

Hokuto: Hm. If the powerhouse units won’t be participating, then we can focus solely on defeating the Student Council.

Makoto: Yup. We’ve already submitted our application, so there’s no running away now. We’re going to end up fighting them either way, so let’s do our best~♪

Hokuto: …You’ve really become more reliable, Yuuki. I’m sure the old you would be standing here with your knees buckling.

Makoto: Ahaha. It’d be way more comfortable fighting the Student Council as opposed to bungee jumping off the rooftop without a rope ♪

Subaru: I’m back~☆

Hokuto: Akehoshi… Don’t give me that. Where on earth did you go off to? You’re too free-spirited. Learn to be on the same page as us.

Oh, so the Transfer Student is with you, too. I see you’re following Sakuma-senpai’s instructions of staying together with her.

Makoto: You’ve gotten pretty close to her recently~ Akehoshi-kun. Just what did you two do alone together during lunch break?

Subaru: Hehehe ☆ That’s still a secret~ It’ll be something that will knock your socks off!

We didn’t waste the week away, you know? We’ll prove it to you, so look forward to it, okay~? ☆

Makoto: (Hmm. Well, I don’t really get it, but it looks like he’s more cheerful now.)

(Akehoshi-kun… was so depressed after watching the "S2" a week ago. I couldn’t bear to see him like that.)

(It’s a relief to see him back to his usual self.)

(Maybe it’s all thanks to the Transfer Student. It looks like they’ve been secretly plotting something together as of late, though.)

(Akehoshi-kun has been guiding and taking the Transfer Student, who knows nothing, around with him wherever he goes… Maybe that was a good distraction for him?)

(But Akehoshi-kun definitely feels different from before.)

(There’s enthusiasm in his eyes and an immeasurable radiance hidden within. Maybe he’s in serious mode now~?)

(It makes me shiver. I wonder what happens when someone with natural talent gets serious?)

(I’ve got to get stronger too, so that I don’t get burnt to death from his scorching passion.)

Hokuto: You’re not going to eat, you two? Lunch break is going to be over soon. If you haven’t prepared anything, I can give you some of my vinegared kelp.

Subaru: It’s fine. I’ve already eaten with the Transfer Student~♪

Hokuto: Is that so? Then, good.

…It’s not a bad thing to be good friends with her, but I hope you won’t leave us out of the loop.

Oh, what’s wrong, Transfer Student? Your eyes are downcast. Are you tired from hanging out with Akehoshi?

Oh? You say you found a letter left in your shoe locker after arriving at school…?

Makoto: A letter in your shoe locker? Is it a love letter?

Wow! It’s only been a little over a week since you’ve transferred to the school, and you’ve already seduced some pure young man!

You’re such a devilish girl…☆

Hokuto: No, it can’t be a love letter. It’s too curt. It feels like the letter was written in a rush.

If I had to say, it looks more like a letter of challenge.

Do you mind if I read it, Transfer Student?

Hm. It says, “Come to the martial arts dojo alone after school. Kuro Kiryu”.

Kiryu… he’s part of “AKATSUKI”, our current enemy. Has he already noticed what we’ve been doing and wants to crush us before the “S1” begins. Surely, not?

Makoto: No, no. I don’t think the Student Council is so wary of us that they’d do something like this. Kiryu-senpai isn’t a member of the council, either.

Isn’t it because of that incident? Remember how the Transfer Student lent Kiryu-senpai her handkerchief during the unofficial battle on her first day?

He’s a person with integrity, so he probably just wants to return it.

Hokuto: Hm. That’s another possibility, but just remember to be careful. The Karate Club is well-known for its “ruffians”. I’m worried they may be rough with you.

If you ignore him, it’ll just worsen your relationship. I think it’d be best if you go see him.

But it says you should go alone, so we can’t go with you.

We’ll be on standby somewhere… near the martial arts dojo… What do you think?

Subaru: You’re so overprotective, Hokke~ But you’re right. Should we prepare ourselves for the worst-case scenario and stay close enough to hear a scream?

Makoto: That sounds like a good idea. I’ve heard that Kiryu-senpai is an understanding person.

He may be a member of “AKATSUKI”, but if our negotiations go smoothly, then… we might be able to turn the tide in our favour at “S1”.

Hokuto: Hmm. I’m not fond of doing things behind the scenes, but it seems we don’t have the time to be choosing our methods.

Will the outcome of meeting Kiryu-senpai be a favourable or unfavourable one…?

It all rests in your hands, Transfer Student.

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Precious To Us [2]

In other words, you’re Seijoh’s manager.

This chapter, Oikawa’s fangirls.

A/N: Here it is! The second part! I had one person request an idea (thanks @minigranger) and I definitely plan on writing it soon but I love the trope of manager vs. fangirls that I can’t help myself. As usual, please send in ideas :)

Listen, Oikawa’s fangirls are mean.

They just are.

It doesn’t really matter to them that you’re a first year, if they’re supposed to be your seniors, they would probably still be bitches even if you were their seniors and in second/third year.

They seem to think Oikawa’s theirs, even though, of course, he isn’t and if asked, he definitely would deny.

And they see you as a threat.

A big, big threat.

Who gets to see Oikawa everyday? You. Who gets to see him practice every day? You. Who gets a front row to seat to every one of his games? You. And who does he flirt with? You.

It doesn’t matter if you reciprocate the flirting or not -- which of course, you don’t -- they’re jealous and they blame it all on you.

Honestly, the first month of managing is fine.

Now that you know who Oikawa is and you’re around him more, you do notice the fangirls, but they don’t really bother you and you’re too focused trying to learn the ropes to really care about their constant presence.

You know you’ve heard some of the other members, namely the third years, complain about them.

About how annoying and distracting they were when it came to practice, or just the mere fact that Oikawa seemed to revel in the attention and love.

You’ve heard them, but you don’t really say anything otherwise because they’ve never done anything to you so you don’t really care either or.

Besides, even if you do think it’s tad bit pathetic, you can’t deny they’re devoted and you guess, in some ways... good for them?

But when you don’t stop being manager, and the rest of the team, namely Oikawa, don’t get sick of you like they all expect them to, and a month passes and you seem to just be thriving, getting a long with everyone, and finally getting the hang of everything?

That’s when they attack.

You’re already late.

And even if you know none of the boys or even the coaches will be upset with you, you do like to be punctual and you absolutely hate being late. So, you’re rushing, practically sprinting through the halls as you try to gather your bearings and organize everything you need to.

You’re already thinking of what drills Oikawa will have the team do, and what you can do to help. Maybe you could bring up some of the notes you’ve made? You’re not a hundred percent on the terms, but Iwaizumi has been helping you, and you’re sure you’ve picked up on a few of the techniques and things you think the boys could improve on.

You didn’t want them to think you’re imposing, but this was the job of the manager wasn’t it? They always reminded you you were more then just a water girl, and that they greatly appreciated anything advice you had for them from an outsider point of view, so maybe--

Landing with a loud thud, a groan leaves your lips as you feel your chin smack against the concrete floor beneath you. It takes you a second to gather your bearings, baffled at how you were suddenly on the ground, and trying to ignore the pain at having bitten your own tongue. But the second you hear laughter, you realized exactly what had happened and your head turns around to stare at the three girls stood above you in bafflement.

They’re laughing at you, quite loudly and obvious mocking you, but your eyes narrow in bafflement when you realize you’re positive you’ve seen them before. You just can’t place your thumb on it. They’re not in your class, one of them doesn’t even seem to be in your year, and you don’t think you’d remember some random face you’d passed in the hall, so--

That’s right. You’ve seen them hanging around Oikawa before, and the one older girl had even snuck into practice one day.

Slowly pushing yourself to your feet, you move to gather your stuff, only for it to be kicked out of your grasp.

“What the--!”

“Listen.”

You blink when the older one, clearly the leader or whatever, is suddenly directly before you, barely a breaths away, glaring down at you.

“You need to quit being manager for Oikawa-san’s volleyball team.”

And your eyes widen, baffled, lips parting as you shake your head; “I don’t--”

“I think you perfectly understand,” the girl behind her sneers, eyes cold.

“We don’t like how close you were with Oikawa-san.”

“And we’re sure Oikawa-san’s sick of seeing your ugly face every day.”

You’re stunned silent. Honestly, you’re not really sure what to say.

“We’ll give you till the end of the week,” the head girl smiles, but it’s a sickly sweet, filling you with dread. “Okay?”

She doesn’t wait for you to respond before her and the other two are walking off, clearly proud of themselves if they way they walk and hold themselves is anything to go by.

It’s takes you five minutes to gather yourself before you start making your way to the gym again for practice.

Part of you wants to just skip and go home but you know the boys would be concerned, more then they probably already are given how late you are, and really, it would just cause more issues in the end anyways.

Besides, you’re never one to skip anyways.

You don’t cry. You’re not really sure why because you definitely want to, but the tears never come and then you’re suddenly in the gym and everyone's rushing towards you in concern, questions leaving their lips rapidly as to why you were so late.

You brush them off, and it almost works, before Iwaizumi takes notice of the dried blood on the corner of your lip that you’d regrettably missed when cleaning yourself up earlier and the scrape underneath your chin.

“What happened to your chin, Y/N? You’re bleeding.”

He steps towards you, but you brush him off.

“I just tripped is all. Bit my tongue.”

You smile and hope it’s enough to convince them, but even if Iwaizumi looks like he wants to argue, Oikawa’s already pulling him back onto the court.

“You’re so clumsy, Y/N-chan! You really do need to be more careful!”

Some of the boys laugh and you do too, forcing yourself to pretend like everything’s fine even though you can physically feel yourself shaking.

But even as he’s being dragged away, Iwaizumi is still eyeing you and you don’t let him grow anymore suspicious then you can tell he is. You send him a soft smile, and then turn, making your way over to the coach to see where you can help for the day.

And it continues on like that for week.

By the next day, every seems to have forgotten you being late and only Makki makes a teasing comment about the cat themed bandaid on your chin to which you begrudgingly shove him away with a shrill “it’s the only ones we have!” and you seem more like yourself then you had the day before that by the second day, even Iwaizumi has relaxed.

By the end of the week, even he seems to have forgotten about it.

But you haven’t.

And it being the end of the week has you scared.

Kindaichi seems to notice your weird behaviour in class, especially now that the two of you tend to stick together now that you’re acquainted. But you brush him off every time he asks, saying you just felt ill.

He seems to believe it fine.

Luckily for you, nothing happens.

You’re on edge all day expecting something to happen, but nothing ever does.

Aiko, the third year and clear ring leader of that little group, never approaches you. In fact, you don’t see her once all day, which that in itself isn’t odd since you’re in different years, but you had expected to see her lackies -- either Makoto, a first year like you, or even Nami, a second year.

But you don’t.

By the final bell, you’re relieved.

It was just a mindless threat. It didn’t mean anything clearly, and they had just been poking fun, and honestly you were fine with that -- so long as you didn’t have to deal with them again.

You’d just have to be more wary of the fangirls. Maybe they weren’t as kind as you thought you were, and clearly they thought you posed some kind of threat (even though you definitely didn’t) so you’d just keep it in mind and--

“I’m pretty sure we told you by the end of the week.”

It’s a harsh thud, you don’t fall to the ground like you did last time, but you do thud against the lockers which dig painfully into your back. And regrettably you let a small cry in response, which pales in comparison to the cry of pain that leaves your lips when one of them grab a chunk of your hair and tug, hard.

Pushing at the hands that grab at you, you spin, not surprise to see the same three as before, sneering down at you.

Aiko spits down at you. “Clearly you didn’t listen.”

“I’m not gonna just quit,” you whisper, feigning the confidence to speak up for yourself. Your eyes narrow up at her, even though your heart is racing madly against you chest, and shake your head adamantly. “I love managing the volleyball team, and it’s not even because of Oikawa-senpai! I love being will all the boys, and I won’t let you--!”

“You really are just a slut.”

You’re stunned silent, lips left parted.

“Listen, I gave you a week, you didn’t listen.” Aiko scoffs, shaking her head as she brushes her hair back, glaring down at you. “I’ll show you what happens when I don’t get my way.”

She strikes you hard, across the cheek, and naively, you think that’s it. You can handle some punches and kicks, because you really don’t want to give up the one thing that’s made you happy for the first time in a long time. Even as the hits continue, and your body starts to ache, you think,

I can handle this.

But still, you end up skipping practice that day. You blame it on the fact the fact that you just didn’t want to have to explain why you looked so battered and messed up, knowing this time no amount of lying was going to get you out of this one. Because, really, it wouldn’t just be Iwaizumi suspicious this time -- all the boys will be, and then they’ll probably talk to the coach and...

and, it’s just to much a fuss for you. So, you skip, sending a text to Oikawa explaining that you weren’t feeling well and you’d be back Monday and to please apologize on the coaches behalf for you.

But you don’t go back the next day.

When you open your locker the next Monday, your homework that you’d finished during lunch to previous day to get a head start is ruined. Completely and wholeheartedly ruined.

And when you glance around, the first thing you see is Makoto from across the hallway, smirking at you.

But you don’t have any proof.

So, you suck back the tears that threaten to fall, and sulk to your first class where you know the teacher will be less then pleased.

And of course she isn’t, but she simply sighs and tells you that if you don’t have it in by tomorrow, she’ll have to give you a failing grade.

Embarrassed and upset, you walk to your seat, ignoring Kindaichi’s watchful gaze as you sink into your seat.

But it only gets worse from there.

The second class starts, a note is tossed onto your desk.

You eye, confused, glancing around for who threw it, only for everyone to be faced forward, before glancing briefly at Kindaichi’s whose watching your curiously.

Slowly, you open it.

Is it true you actually slept with all of the volleyball team?

Laughter echoes, but when you look up, there’s three girls staring at you, all mockingly.

Kindaichi leans forward, trying to grab the note but you pull it from his grasp, avoiding his gaze.

He cannot see that.

And when the class ends, you narrowly avoid Kindaichi who calls for you, rushing out of the class, only for someone to bump into you the second you make it out, shoving harshly into your shoulder.

“Slut.” The voice sneers.

Your lips part, and you glance up, feeling your vision blur, but when you glance around, you suddenly notice the looks everyone’s giving you, and the way they laugh and sneer at you.

But what really makes you break is when you turn, feeling like everyone’s against you, and find Kindaichi staring at you with parted lips, obviously confused, and you just can’t hold it back then, turning without another word, and running off.

The day continues like that, and after lunch, which you spent alone hidden in a bathroom stall, you see Iwaizumi and Oikawa ahead of you, smiling when they notice you.

They look as if they want to talk, but you know then you absolutely cannot like that happen, for multiple reasons, so you turn around quickly, running off in the opposite direction despite the way they call after you.

You don’t go back to practice like you said you would.

And neither do you Tuesday.

When Wednesday rolls around, and every laughs at you when you walk pass them in the halls, or sneers at you, or looks at you like you’re the most disgusting thing, you go to the office when you realize you can’t handle this any longer.

No matter how much you love being on the team and managing the boys.

Little do you know, in class, Kindaichi notices the odd coloured paper in your hands and curiously, maybe even worriedly (because there’s a sinking feeling in his gut) peers over your shoulder as subtle as he can, lips parting when he reads the header.

Permission to quite a club form.

“I think Y/N’s going to quite the team.”

It’s the first words he says when he enters the club room that day, and it makes everybody pause.

Silence echoes, and slowly, unsurely, Yahaba shakes his head; “what-what are you talking about, Kindaichi? I thought Y/N said she just wasn’t feeling well, which is why--”

“I saw the form this morning,” Kindaichi shakes his head, “I know what I read.”

Oikawa shakes his head. “Y/N would’ve talked to us first if something was upsetting her. She wouldn’t just--”

“Haven’t you guys heard the rumours going around?”

It’s Kunimi who speaks this time, his voice the similar drawl it always is, but if you look at him close enough, it’s easy to tell that he’s concerned. Upset even. And he looks disgusted as he speaks, eyeing Kindaichi first, almost knowingly, before turning to the other boys.

Iwaizumi’s brows furrow; “what are you talk--”

“I think someone’s been bullying her,” Kindaichi frowns. “It started at the beginning of the week. Y/N came in with her homework ruined, which I thought was weird, because she always is so careful with her work and makes sure it’s done early. And then someone tossed this note onto her desk but she wouldn’t let me read it, and she wouldn’t talk to me or even look at me all class. Then, when class was over, people were... well--”

“There’s a rumour going around that’s she’s slept with all of us.”

It’s Kunimi who finishes it, Kindaichi’s face beet red, which quite a few of the boys mimic seconds later when Kunimi finishes.

But Oikawa? Oikawa just looks pissed.

“What?”

Kindaichi blanches, looking absolutely terrified; “I thought you knew! I didn’t--”

Oikawa storms past him, Iwaizumi quick to follow, and then Mattsun and Makki are right behind them. The first and second years glance at each other, before slowly following them, and sure enough the third years are heading straight for the gym, to which none of them are surprised to find you there, a form in your shaky hands as you stare at Coach Mizoguchi.

You turn to them with wide eyes, clearly having hoped to finish before any of the boys started practice. But Mizoguchi looks relieved. “Thank God you boys are here,” he breathes, standing up to which you try to stop him, but he isn’t listening, “Y/N wants to quit, but I really think she should talk to you first,” he’s looking directly at Oikawa, “she won’t tell me why. And please Y/N,” he turns to you, “I think you should reconsider.”

“We’ll talk to her,” Oikawa cuts in, voice oddly low before you can say anything.

Mizoguchi smiles, nodding at you before making his way over the gym obviously in search of Irihata. Instantly the tension thickens when you’re left alone with all eyes directly and solely on you.

It takes a second to find the words. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to any of you about it, but I...” And your voice falters, even you can’t help the way your voice quivers. “I think it’s best if I just quit.”

“You’re not quitting.” It’s Iwaizumi who speaks this time, and his voice is so firm, so sure, even if you’re not sure how to argue against it.

“But I-I--”

“You don’t need to quite,” Oikawa shakes his head, stepping towards you and pulling the form from your grasp with ease. You watch with parted lips as he simply rips it right in front of you, tossing it aside without much care, before glancing back at the rest, namely the other third years, turning back to you. “Now, tell us, who told you you had to quit?”

And your eyes bulge. How did he--

“Kindaichi and Kunimi told us about everything,” Iwaizumi starts, moving towards you, as your eyes fall to the first years, watching the way they both, even Kunimi, stare after you in concern. “We know someone’s been bothering you, so, just tell us.”

“We’ll help you,” Watari adds with a smile, hesitantly speaking up.

And you pause, unsure. But then you stare at them all watching you carefully, and see how all of them care so much, more then you ever thought they did and you’re reminded of why you’d refused to quit in the first place. Reminded of how much you love managing the volleyball team and no matter how much you were scared and hurt, you didn’t want to lose it all.

Lose them.

“It’s... It’s a few, three actually, of Oikawa-senpai’s fangirls,” you mumble, voice low, head turned downwards. “They... They don’t like how much time I spend with him, so they... they told me to quit and when I refused, they...” You don’t need to finish.

There’s a pause, before a slap echoes.

“Somehow I knew this was your fault, Shittykawa.”

“Ow!” Oikawa cries, “Iwa-chan, it’s not like I...” But he seems to pause, lips parting as he glances down at you, his heart breaking slightly at the tears in your eyes.

Stepping forward, he pulls you into a hug, and you let him; “I’m sorry, Y/N-chan, I didn’t know they were hurting you.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It kinda is,” Mattsun comments, stepping forward as he smiles down at you, ruffling your hair. “It’s easier to blame him anyways.”

“I agree,” Makki laughs.

And even you find yourself laughing lightly.

“Really, Y/N-chan? Even you too?”

“Sorry.”

Then, everyone turns serious; “I’ll talk to them,” Oikawa frowns. “What they did isn’t okay. I won’t let them get away with it. They’ll never bother you again, Y/N.”

And you’re surprised by how serious he is.

But things do get better.

Aiko never bothers you again, nor does any other one of Oikawa’s fangirls.

Oikawa even makes her apologize, and even you have to admit the absolute mortification on her face makes everything a lot better.

The boys try to stop the rumour, but it’s easier said then done, though, the fame of it all does dwindle and you’re not snided in the hallways so much anymore.

It’s kind of hard to when you usually have one of the third years walking you to and from class anyways.

Besides, they’re your friends, and even if everyone else hates you, they don’t.

And that’s all that matters to you.

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caffernnn · 2 years ago

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I've been thinking about the fireworks scene and like when Makoto says "Why can't you understand that? (After he says they all love Haru)" the animation is so smooth as he closes his eyes as if this is a part of his own frustration that he knows he shouldn't take out on Haru and like even when he's yelling he's trying to protect him and I'm so emotional

That’s part of what makes Makoto and Haru’s shifting relationship in ES really ache: the reaching. Makoto doesn’t pride himself on much, but he takes his ability to be patient with Haru, understand him, and overall communicate with him better than most pretty seriously. Makoto is in a whirlwind of his own of trying to analyze/establish his own identity to make plans for his next big steps into the future, but it’s hard to be proud and forthcoming about that journey when his bond with Haru (that shaped and continues to shape big tenants of his identity) is once again being put to the test with this gnawing, growing distance. So he watches, he hurts, he leaves a hand outstretched and tries to bide his time for some better moment to pull Haru back in. He tries to make peace with the idea that maybe Haru won’t need to take his hand while they both forge new paths (aka, one possible takeaway from challenging Haru and accepting the loss), he panics when realizing Haru is burning out and can’t seem to reach out to anybody (fighting with Rin in the locker room), and now this — Makoto, reaching forward no longer as an open-palmed invitation, but a confrontation and desperate grasp to pull Haru back to some sort of hopeful light. He knows he’s pulling a muscle going into it, he knows having this conversation is going to hurt on some level, Makoto knows this and tries anyway. This moment you’re highlighting is really what it’s all about: Makoto trying to understand Haru, Makoto trying to reach Haru, Makoto trying to communicate and being frustrated that the one thing he felt like he was pretty good at was failing him here. We all feel that, his frustration that the distance grew so wide in the first place, the frustration of not being able to calm Haru down, the hurt from Haru lashing out like the wounded caged animal he is in that moment — and we feel the heaviness when Makoto both physically and emotionally loosens his grip and lets go of Haru’s wrist.

Thinking about that fight and the ~everything~ building up to it still wounds me, but ugh it is so well done.

#I still wanted to see more of an apology convo after alla that on screen but the fight itself? delicious #love them. hate them. gnawing off a limb because of them #makoharu #harumako #meta #fireworks angst night #thanks for sending!#anonymous

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themattress · 2 years ago

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One Villainous Scene - Identity Crisis

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I’ve chosen this scene because it’s one that used to be severely misinterpreted on a widespread level back before Danganronpa was localized and side material began coming out. The interpretation was that Taeko Yasuhiro was a greedy, lying, evil psychopath who flipped out upon having her crimes exposed and who had a crazy dream about a castle and handsome vampire servants just...because. Thankfully, the truth is now more frequently acknowledged, since the truth paints a much more complicated, albeit twisted, picture.

Taeko Yasuhiro is not a psychopath; she’s a girl with zero self-love who has gone through extreme lengths to live her life as someone else - Celestia “Celeste” Ludenburg, the Ultimate Gambler, a refined Gothic Lolita descended from mixed European nobility who is a master strategist, always cool and in control and always winning in the end, whose goal is to build up her own fortune and buy her own castle where she can live the rest of her life attended to by handsome vampire servants. This is the type of character you would find in a Japanese gambling manga, and it’s blatantly obvious Taeko used that material as a resource when constructing this persona. It’s a beautiful lie that she can use to shield herself from the reality she hates so much, and getting rich enough to win that castle would secure the lie forever. And make no mistake, this is no harmless chunibyou thing like with other characters such as Gundham Tanaka or Himiko Yumeno - Taeko has developed a legitimate mental illness; she is dangerously detached from her real self and she will fight like Hell to keep it that way.

And that brings us to this scene: Celestia’s downfall. It’s not just that her crimes are exposed that causes Taeko to break down...it’s that everything is going completely “off script”. Celestia is supposed to always win, and yet here she is - losing, her incredibly elaborate plan to get away with murder being torn apart at the seams. Her breakdown only makes things worse, because Celestia is also supposed to always keep her cool, and constantly trying to regain her composure is what leads to the amazing fluctuating between accents that her voice actress Marieve Herington does here. Taeko being torn between her real self and her Celestia façade reaches its peak when Makoto Naegi’s earnest plea for her to be honest almost makes her do so...but she instead tries to then justify not doing so because of how that’s not in the character of Celestia’s nature, momentarily short-circuiting in her justification (”BECAUSE! BECAUSE! BECAUSE!”) and then finishing the sentence she began in her Celestia accent in her Taeko accent. She is having a full-blown crisis of identity, having lived as the Celestia lie for so long that her real persona coming out when the lie is punctured happens in an explosive, deranged way until the personas ultimately start to blend together. Taeko fashioned a villainous personality to inhabit, and now it has all but consumed her.

In the end, after she has resigned herself to her defeat and execution, Taeko attempts to go out as Celestia. However, when handing over the key to the locker she hid Alter Ego in to Kyoko Kirigiri, she slips - almost coming completely clean about her true feelings that led her down a murderous path before deciding that it’d be pointless now that she’s about to be executed and wouldn’t excuse her actions anyway. So she instead wishes her classmates well and expresses the hope that they might meet again in another life, because deep down Taeko does care for them even if her commitment to being Celestia made her do them harm. And the good news there is if you play School Mode, Danganronpa V3′s Ultimate Talent Development Program mode, or Danganronpa S: Ultimate Summer Camp, you’ll see that Taeko’s dying wish ended up coming true, allowing this sad soul a chance at happiness.

#Dangan Ronpa #Celestia Ludenburg #Taeko Yasuhiro #Evil #Analysis #One Villainous Scene

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aulga · 3 years ago

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Back at it with Part 2: Reunion! Yay! (Ahhh...)

Hey sorry for the long wait, procrastinating and having a general awareness that I haven’t analyzed these characters too much was stopping me. So anyway!

Things go as canon except for the very VERY beginning that foreshadowed everything. That didn’t exist in this one otherwise Makoto and Junko probably wouldn’t remember anything.

Like I said, everything goes as canon up until Makoto (or Shuichi now) comes out of the locker and sees Junko as Kaede. They look at each other for a moment processing and analyzing anything before they both jump away from each other, pointing and yelling out an enraged/confused “YOU! What are YOU doing here!?”

Makoto is in shock because “You’re supposed to be dead? What?” and Junko is like “Well my plans are being threatened here... hahahaa my plans are being threatened!”

Junko gives a speech about how all throughout their school lives NOTHING has made Makoto, the Ultimate Hope, despair. At least nothing permanent anyway. Then when she saw how BEING the Ultimate Hope him miserable beyond belief, she just had to get some for herself. So she’s there to take his place, you’re welcome.

Makoto obviously doesn’t take this well because these are HIS kids and like hell he’s going to let them fall victim to whatever plans she’s cooked up this time with Tsumugi [I like to think Hajime or Kyoko, if I decide to keep her and the other survivors alive during this but not likely since I’m a sucker for Makoto being alone and finding family in the other classes (yes including the Warriors of Hope), told him], that’s the whole reason he’s here after all, and he tells her as such. He’s lost too many people and is too tired of this nonsense to let this continue.

A part of me thinks I should make it so Tsumugi is infected/blinded by despair/despair brainwashing and forgets that there WEREN’T 16 students total and fill in that plot hole. Maybe even get a redemption arc or something.

Before I go on, I’d like to mention that Makoto used to be a sort of helper for class 79 (V3 cast) and they really grew on each other. He helped and hung out with them and they wanted to do the same in return. I want to do a post of past memories in another post but I want to get some things out there first (though feel free to send in your thoughts through reblogs or asks).

They unfortunately and reluctantly have to make a truce not to tell each other’s real identities. It’s not like they can walk around as their actual selves without blowing their cover, but they are BAD at it because Makoto can’t lie for shit and Junko can’t resist annoying and harassing him so they’re just constantly ANGRY at each other. Making them look like exes to all the other students except those few who are more... cautious to leave things at that (*cough* *cough* Kokichi and Rantaro *cough* *cough*).

#Undercover AU: Makoto/Shuichi and Junko/Kaede Edition #makoto naegi #junko enoshima #shuichi saihara #kaede akamatsu #tsumugi shirogane #dr1 #ndrv3 #danganronpa #Aulga Speaks

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mikimagines · 4 years ago

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Hi can ya do for any of the danganronpa cast 4 of ya choice with classmate that can actually do magic . Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo 😁😎

A/n : alright magic it is!

Himiko,Chihiro, korekiyo and Makoto w/ an s/o/ classmate who can actually do magic.

A/n: a himiko that can do magic! also is that one of those famous lines from Cinderella?*

Himiko Yumeno

when you were introduced to her as the ultimate witch...she was jealous, only for a little since it’s tiring to be jealous of someone skills...!

Moving on it was the day of her magic trick!

you felt something uncomfortable is about to happen...

As you quickly and quietly say a spell to get himiko to pop of their like real magic!

I mean everyone was clearly shocked at the sighting. other then tenko, who believed in her since day one, as well as you too.*

*but you just panicked and got her out of there.

“nyeh! that shows you that magic is real!”

himiko stands proudly...but then you had another feeling.

“OPEN THE CURTAIN NOW ANGIE!” You yelled as the others stand confused.

“oki doki!” as angie open the curtain when the piranhas came crashing in with ryoma’s long gone body inside.

you had to do something fast, or that sight is going to be in your head for the rest of the class trial and day and night, and day.

focus y/n focus!!!

Poof! Suddenly before the piranhas got their *dinner, they just disappear...

I mean you saved them from seeing ryomas body getting eaten, and that horrible sight.

aaas well as an suspect* but also now a teacher to your girlfriend, himiko.

since you are now the power himiko’s magic didn’t see.

that’s our himiko...

Chihiro Fujasaki

Wow! Real magic!

he’s so amused to it, really!

you show him some of your magic tricks like getting a bunny out of a hat, or like teleportation.

I mean it scares him... only a little! since he’s alright.

Also remember when I said something about teleportation? Yeah it can help.

do you know what I’m talking about?

...

...!!

if you aren’t or you do, oh well I’ll tell you the story anyways!

It started last night, Chihiro wanted to be stronger...stronger then ever!

so, he went to the boys locker room to talk to mondo saying that he wants to be stronger!

but...it triggers mondo but luckily thanks to your lovely magic skills, you teleported Chihiro to you quick before mondo could ever drop that dumbbell and kill Chihiro...

yeah to say that breakfast was really awkward time.

it was.

Korekiyo Shingucci*

* I like spelling it wrong, it’s fun to do. (No it’s not old mod mikan…) so sorry for this.

yes, I had to go all the way back to this one, this includes my imagines for gundham too. I did this as a classmate thing also, oops I’m sorry!

When you tell him about your magic he is all interested into your skills of creativity.

but as you talk he has that get ready for a another lecture, face

and here comes the very long lecture about the entire history of magic and it’s culture, historical ways and art. Even in legends like that bamboo baby or the girl from the moon also that six tailed fox-

WE GET IT KIYO

I mean you almost fell to sleep listening to an entire 2 hour lecture about literally just magic.

...

he also talks about *that* seance.

the caged child? dog? I forgot.

after angie’s death, he prepares a seance. which was actually a death trap for tenko.

so once again you saved a life!

but...how? you may ask and so like Chihiro’s I shall tell you!

you falsely sang the song as you used your magic to teleport tenko to her room and let it go on.

then did some magic again since your can go to occult to basic magic?

I’m pretty sure that’s how magic works, don’t know never have been to a magic show before.

if not you probably had a spare occult thing with letters, I am not good with the occult oops!

“is the caged child Angie Yonaga?”

...

“Hiyanara!”

...

huh? as Angie spirit literally comes in to korekiyo’s shock.

and talks about Atua and how she meant him and the others who have died.

also she snitched on kiyo.

now kiyo is literally fucked now. Only because tenko came the same time.

yeah sorry kiyo, still love you! but like, lmao at the same time.

Makoto Naegi

it was a normal day as you and Makoto talked for a while as everyone showed up.

well, other than love live* girl, sayaka.

now he has a feeling that you unexpectedly understand a little.

“H-Hey y/n? Can you wait here? I need to check on sayaka!!!”

He runs out as everyone goes back to what they are doing.

Until they heard:

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

yeah, as everyone runs out to see a fainted body of Makoto who is a suspect and the deceased sayaka.

...

you had to pick up Makoto, but with you magic.

“Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo! Pick up Naegi-Kun!”

that rhymes!

then everyone deadpalms at you.

“that’s the best you got? just pick him up already and stop using your delusional “magic”!” togami said.

“harsh mr. togami, but he’s already up.”

as you moved out in a typical sassy way with a floating Makoto next to you.

that’s going to be a long story to tell to Makoto.

a really fun story. But let’s wait when he wakes up!

edit: explanations.

* yours a suspect since you could of planned on killing ryoma, then getting him out of there with “magic”, well since tenko and maki is your alibi your name was cleared from potential suspects; killer(s)

* yes, I made a love live reference. but I don’t think she is “live” anymore.

*am I lying? the piranhas almost did get lunch...and now I’m all grossed out typing this lmao.

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa #danganronpa imagine #himiko yumeno x reader #chihiro fujasaki x reader #korekiyo shinguuji x reader #makoto naegi x reader

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years ago

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Lockscreens (ch. 6)

tw: Pining, mentions of alcohol/drinking, gossip, brief mention of slut-shaming

Word count: 6k

Genre: Angst, fluff

All trigger warnings will be tagged and posted at the beginning of each chapter! This will have *manga spoilers*

Pairings: Bokuto x fem!reader, Kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: Nearly four years ago, Bokuto left the love of his life for volleyball. Despite all the time, he’s still very much in love with her. He comes home to a major surprise leaving him wondering…What happened while he was gone?

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Ch. 6: Is he the father? (20 weeks)

“Hello, my name is (L.Name, Name), but you can just call me (Name). Thank you for taking care of me.” She bowed.

“Welcome to the team, (Name)! We’re so excited to have you join us here.” Aya Nakamura bounded over, eagerly taking (Name)’s hands in her own. Her bouncy brown curls shook in her excitement. “You can just call me Aya, I don’t mind.” Aya was another recreational therapist who (Name) was set to work alongside. “Follow me, I’ll show you around.” Aya let go of her hand, leaving the lobby as she led her through the building. “The first floor is for all of our facilities,” she explained, pointing out the various rooms, “through those doors are our locker-rooms, and past that is the pool. On the other side is the weight room.” They walked past a pair of double-doors, a male walking out of it. “Oh, Makoto! C’mere.”

The male stopped, throwing his towel over his neck. He was wearing a swimsuit. “Hi Aya! Is this the newbie?”

“Hello,” (Name) bowed in greeting again. “I’m (Name). I’ll be in your care.”

Makoto laughed, shaking her hand. “Thanks for joining the team! I’m excited to work with you.” He looked down at Aya, “make sure to add her to the group-chat!”

“Don’t worry, fish-boy, I will.” Makoto laughed again, waving to them as he headed towards the pool.

“Fish-boy?”

“Oh right, Makoto used to be a pretty good swimmer. He switched over to sports medicine though,” Aya waved her hand dismissively, “something about his best friend.” They continued down the hall, passing more doors. “These are the individual training rooms. Each of our clients are granted privacy when it comes to their rehabilitation, unless they’re in the pool and weight room.” (Name) nodded, mentally taking note of everything. She hadn’t realized how immense the facilities were. “There are also dance studios available to the right for yoga and other related activities.”

“This place is so nice!” (Name)’s eyes widened.

“Isn’t it? I love working here.” Aya beamed. “I’ve been here for the past two years, and I can’t imagine being anywhere else.” They arrived at the elevator, taking it up. “So, tell me about yourself, (Name). What made you want to be a recreational therapist?”

(Name) giggled, brushing her hair behind her ear as she adjusted her bag. “Well, all of my friends were in volleyball. I loved watching them being so passionate about something, and after becoming their manager, I realized that I genuinely wanted to be around other people like them. To help them make their dreams come true.” The elevator opened, arriving at the second floor. “That, and I know that I’ll be helping people other than athletes be able to regain normalcy in their lives.”

“That’s so cool! Y’know, one of the other trainers here is actually a former volleyball player. My boyfriend too.”

“Oh really?” They entered the employee space now.

“Yeah! I’ll introduce you to them sometime.” Aya glanced around the lounge. “Anyways, this is the employee lounge. You can come here whenever you have a break to have lunch or whatever. Clients aren’t allowed here.” They walked through a door on the opposite side of the wall. “Here’s the cafeteria. The cafe is only open for breakfast and lunch. If you want dinner, you’ll have to preorder it during breakfast and pick it up before they leave for the evening.” They walked back into the lounge. “Coffee and tea is always available in the lounge, though.” Aya giggled. “We normally don’t have many late-nights, but that also depends on your clients. If you have clients that can only see you in the evenings, then that’s when you’ll see them.”

“That makes sense.” They left the lounge, walking down the hall.

“Here are all of our offices! We each have our own, thank god.” Aya stopped at the first door on the left, opening the door. The door was decorated with flowers, a weekly calendar posted on the wall under her name-plate. Times were blocked off with black blocks, revealing no additional details. “This is my office! If I’m not with a client or I’m just hanging out, then I’ll leave the door open. Please feel free to stop by if you see it open.”

(Name) surveyed the office. There were posters of muscle diagrams, and at Aya’s desk, there were fresh roses. An empty owl coffee mug sat next to it. A familiar face flashed in her mind. She shook her head before offering her new coworker a smile. “Those are lovely flowers, Aya.”

“Aren’t they? My boyfriend dropped them off this morning,” Aya giggled. “He also got me that cute mug!” Aya shut the door, continuing down the hall. “All of the recreational therapists have their office in this hall. The trainers and medics are located in a different wing.” They stopped in front of a door on the right near the end of the hall. “And this is your new office! Make sure to lock it every time you leave and lock your drawers when you aren’t here.” Aya pulled out a key, unlocking it and handing the key over to (Name). “Feel free to get settled and comfortable. Kayda will probably stop by in twenty minutes to introduce you to your first client. She’ll sit in with you on your first few sessions, just to make sure you get the hang of things. I’ll see you at lunch!” With a final wave, Aya left (Name) to her own devices.

The office was nice, albeit small. There was an examination table to the left side of the door with a seat besides the door. On the right wall were cabinets full of medical supplies. Under the counter were drawers for her patient folders. In the corner between the examination table and cabinets was her desk. Two monitors were already set-up with a dock that awaited the new, company-issued laptop that was sitting in her bag. (Name) took a seat, pulling the laptop out and docking it. As she waited for the laptop to connect, she pulled out some more personal items. A box of her favorite pens was tucked into her drawer, alongside with her other stationary items. She placed her purse in the bottom drawer, gently shutting it as she placed the rest of her items out. A leather-bound planner sat beside her. Leaning against the wall was a picture of her and the Nekoma volleyball team from when they won against Nohebi to qualify for the spring tournament. Her fingers traced the familiar faces, landing on her and Kuroo. Kuroo had an arm thrown around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest as he used the other one to pull a reluctant Kenma into the frame. Her heart fluttered. The sound of her laptop booting up shook her out of her reverie. Cracking her knuckles, she logged in. She was so excited for her first day of work!

****

(Name) let out a satisfied sigh as her client left. “Thank you so much, (L.Name)-sama!” He waved, stepping out of her office and heading down the hall.

“You’re doing so well, I don’t think I have to shadow you anymore.”

(E/c) orbs widened at the praise, swiveling in her chair to look at her manager. “Oh really? Thank you so much, Kirishima-san!”

“Please, just call me Kayda,” she laughed, waving her hand. “We don’t need to be so formal amongst each other.” Kayda looked down at her notes. “I don’t have any notes for you, except for you to continue doing as you have been. You’re definitely suited for this type of work, I knew you’d be a great addition to the team after seeing your resume and reading your recommendations.”

“Thank you so much for the opportunity, Kayda!” (Name) chewed her bottom lip. “I appreciate your kindness in taking me in, especially since I’ll be taking a leave so soon after joining.”

“Well, I’ll still have you for a few months before that. Just make sure to continue the good work!” Kayda smiled, standing. “I can already tell that you’re hard-working. Towards the end, you can focus on paperwork and assessments instead of the actual rehabilitation and treatments. We’ll have the trainers and other therapists step in for you.”

(Name) bowed to her manager. “Of course, thank you again!”

“C’mon, let’s go get lunch. I’m sure you’re dying to meet the rest of your coworkers.” Kayda walked towards the door, patiently waiting for (Name) to grab her wrapped lunch box as they made their way to the lounge. Stepping inside, she was quickly greeted by Aya. Aya was sitting with Makoto and another pretty black-haired woman. Where Aya was bubbly and approachable, and Kayda professional and put-together, this other woman could only be described as intimidating.

“(Name)!” Aya waved excitedly, scooting her seat over and putting a seat in between her and Makoto. “Sit here!”

“Hello Aya, hi Makoto.” She bowed, taking the seat.

“(Name), this is Azami!” Aya introduced. Azami looked up, responding with a curt nod.

“Welcome to the team, (Name).” Immediately, Azami went back to her meal. Kayda sat in between Aya and Azami. The group of coworkers settled into an easy-flowing conversation. Aya was busy telling silly stories from outside of work that involved Makoto, and Makoto was busy trying to deny them, cheeks glowing.

“So, (Name), Kayda was telling me that you’re going to be taking leave in a few months?” Their heads snapped to Azami, who had finished her bento. Quiet tension crept through (Name) as she shifted under Azami’s piercing golden gaze.

“Yes,” (Name) swallowed, placing her chopsticks down. “I’ll be leaving for maternity leave in three months.”

Aya - who had been taking a sip of her coffee - choked. “Maternity leave?” She whirled around. “You didn’t tell me you were pregnant!”

“Uh, surprise?” (Name) laughed, a hand affectionately settling on her stomach.

“Who’s the baby-daddy?”

(Name) just winked, pretending to zip her lips. “Secret!” Aya groaned, playfully glaring at the pregnant woman.

“I’ll find out sooner or later,” Aya warned, crossing her arms as she pouted.

“Leave her alone, Aya. If she wants to talk about it, she will,” Makoto chided, eyes sparkling as he gazed at his coworker.

“This is my new work bestie, and I demand to know!” Aya whined.

“I suppose we’re just chopped liver,” Makoto whispers to Azami, who rolled her eyes.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Alright, lunch is over children.” Kayda stood up, dusting her hands off, her own green eyes sparkling. “Aya, leave (Name) alone. We don’t need to scare off our new RT with your shenanigans.”

“That was one big word, Kayda,” Aya joked, rolling her eyes. They all stood up, making their way out of the lounge after wiping down the table. “See you later!” She cheered, stepping into her office.

Makoto and (Name) made their way down to the hall. “Oh, I guess you’re the office next to me,” Makoto grinned. “Feel free to ping me or knock on my door if you have any questions, or if you need any help.”

“Thanks, Makoto!”

****

(Name) wiped her brow, stepping out of one of the dance studios on the first floor. “Thank you, (L.Name)-san!” She sent the male a friendly wave, watching him leave. He had been having issues with his shoulders and knees due to old volleyball injuries, and she’d brought him into the studio in order to test his mobility.

“Oh, (Name)!” She turned, meeting the bubbly brunette. “Are you finished for the day?”

“Yes, I think so.” She tucked her laptop into her bag.

“Great! Let’s walk out together then.” Aya grinned.

“Ah, let me just wash off real quick.” (Name) gestured towards the restroom. Aya followed her in, leaning against the counter as (Name) washed her hands.

“So, how was your first day?”

“It was great! I know it’s a bit early, but I already feel at home,” (Name) smiled warmly, drying her hands. She pulled out her phone, absent-mindedly staring at the screen. Kuroo grinned back, a dollop of ice cream on his nose. After they’d eaten at the fancy restaurant, he’d taken her to an ice-cream shop. When he’d teased her, she decided to smack his face with ice cream, capturing this silly moment on her camera. “Thank you so much for taking the time to supervise me today.”

The coworkers stepped back into the hall, making their way to the lobby. “Well of course! I told you, you’re my work bestie.” Aya skipped along the hall.

They stepped through the double-doors, swiping out. (Name) stopped, her eyes widening as she looked between her phone and the male. “Kuroo?”

Aya’s head whipped up from her phone at (Name)’s call. “Hey there!” Kuroo was dressed in his standard all-black suit, a red tie contrasting the rest of his outfit. In his arms were a beautiful bouquet of flowers. He offered her a smile.

“I’ll see you later Aya!” (Name) smiled at her coworker, walking towards Kuroo. Aya let out an excited squeal as Kuroo pulled (Name) into a hug, his lips barely brushing against the crown of her head. “You didn’t have to!” She chided, taking hold of his elbow as they left the building.

“Well, I wanted to surprise you after your first day!” As he presented her the bouquet, her eyes softened. Beautiful white lilies and gardenias were surrounded by apple-blossoms and red carnations. “The florist helped me pick this out for you. I hope you like it.” Overwhelmed with emotion, (Name) stepped on her tip-toes, leaning in to capture Kuroo’s lips with hers.

Hazel eyes widened, arms settling loosely around her waist as he gently held her. Kuroo’s lips were soft, tender. Delicate movements waited to match hers. His lips were hesitant, but grew more fierce, moving with hers as the seconds trickled by. It was…intense to say the least. Years of emotions placed into this one searing touch. Could she feel it? Could she feel the years of yearning that Kuroo had, the years of undeniable, pure love that had swept him away, knocking him down every single time the thought of even trying to move on bubbled to the surface? A surge of desperation filled him, praying, hoping that this moment could last forever. That it meant something. Her touch consumed him, her taste intoxicating. The way that her lips moved against his...Was it? Were his feelings returned after all these years? His heart pulsed with hope at the mere thought.

Kuroo pulled away reluctantly as his lungs burned, leaning his forehead against hers. “Let’s head home, yeah?” He breathed, eyes shut as he savoured the moment. The taste of her on his lips and the warmth of her body were the only things on his mind.

His nose brushed against hers in a soft butterfly kiss before (Name) pulled away to look up at him. Warmth spread through her body as (e/c) orbs roamed his face. She adjusted the flowers in her arms before brushing her hair away from her face. “Yeah, let’s do that.” Kuroo gently slipped his hand into hers, grinning as their fingers intertwined. “Y’know, they’re going to think you’re my baby-daddy.” She jerked her head back at the clinic, seeing Aya in the window excitedly pointing and yanking on Makoto’s arm. Both of them were facing Kuroo and (Name). At the sight of them looking, Aya waved aggressively to the duo. Kuroo chuckled, waving at them.

They arrived at his car, him opening the door and helping her in. “I wouldn’t mind that,” he teased. Thump thump. Thump thump. Could she hear the song of hope that his heart drummed?

(Name) hummed, buckling herself in as Kuroo got into the other side of the car. “I suppose we’ll just have to see.” He fiddled with the knobs, putting on some music before his hand found its home on her thigh, absent-mindedly tracing shapes into the soft skin.

****

Three weeks later...

The sound of soft sobs woke Kuroo up. He blinked sleepily at the blue-grey walls, mind wandering for a moment. It always seemed to land on her, even when he’d just woken up. Nothing had really changed between them. In fact, they’d still remained as close as ever except for the domesticity that their friendship had taken. Kuroo would drive her to work - made easier since he worked down the street from her - met her for lunch, took her home, and they’d either take turns making meals or cook dinner together. He’d try to prevent her from doing chores, only to be yelled at for his ‘chivalry’ as she loudly proclaimed that she wasn’t a “useless mother that can’t even do her own laundry”.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he glanced towards the door and clambered out of his bed, following the sobs that led him to the kitchen. Standing over the kitchen sink, eyes unfocused on a steaming mug of milk and honey, was (Name). “What’s going on?”

His sleepy baritone rumble caused her to jump. Her head shot up, hands following as she brushed away the trickles that cascaded down her cheeks. “Nothing!”

“It’s obviously not nothing if you’re crying.” Kuroo made his way to stand beside her. “Now, what’s going on?” He led her to the table, gently pushing her into the chair he pulled out. Kuroo slid into the one beside her.

“It’s stupid.” She sighed, sitting her mug. Kuroo placed one of his hands on the table, tapping while he waited patiently for her to continue. “It’s just that...one of my coworkers...” (Name) paused, more tears welling up. Kuroo leaned over, grabbing the box of tissues and handing it to her. She blinked with appreciation before taking a deep breath. “I just...Azami said some things to me at lunch the other day, and it just got me thinking. Like, what am I even doing? Why did I start this job when I’m pregnant? Why did I even decide to keep this baby when her father won’t even know about her?” The trickle became a steady stream. She blew her nose. “Will I even have time for my job when she’s born? I don’t want her to grow up alone and unsupported.” Her knuckles turned white as she grasped her mug, chest shaking with suppressed sobs.

“(Name).” Kuroo reached out, grasping one of her hands. Empty eyes stared down at their intertwined hands. Thump thump. “You’re not alone. Nor is our child.” (Name) let out a soft gasp, watery eyes snapping up to meet hazel. “Yes, ours. I don’t care what genes he will have. He is as good as my child as much as he is yours, and I don’t intend on leaving you alone no matter what happens.”

“K-kuroo,” she choked. Thump thump. He squeezed her hand before bringing it to his lips to brush them against her knuckles. (Name)’s eyes squeezed shut as her body trembled from the endearing touch. Thump thump.

“(Name), I promise you. I will never abandon you.” Glowing hazel eyes met hers as he surveyed her. Thump thump. Even when she cried, she was beautiful. Kuroo’s other hand reached out, cupping her face and wiping away the tears. “You’re the hardest working person that I know. If there’s anyone who could raise a child while working, it’s you.” Kuroo stood up, opening his arms slightly. She stood too, leaning her head against his chest as his arms pulled her flush against him. “Now, it’s not like you to crumple at the words of a coworker. What else happened?” His hands rubbed her back comfortingly. Thump thump.

(Name) sniffled, swallowing. “One of my clients was hitting on me, and when he found out I was pregnant, he made some...rude comments. Said that I was committing sins for being unmarried and for leading him on.”

Kuroo’s jaw clenched, eyes flashing dangerously. Thump thump. “Please tell me he’s no longer your client.”

(Name) shook her head, wiping her nose. “He was one of Makoto’s clients. Makoto just asked me to finish his final examination, so I won’t be seeing him again.”

Kuroo wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tightly. “I’m glad.” He pulled back slightly, looking down at her face. “Don’t hide from me anymore, okay kitten? You know I’m always here for you.” He pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. Thump thump. She buried her face deeper into his chest. They stood in silence a few moments longer. THUMP THUMP. THUMP THUMP. He cleared his throat, “c’mon, let’s get you to bed, okay?”

“Stay in my room tonight?” His heart softened as (Name) looked up at him with still watery eyes.

“Of course.” Another forehead kiss.

“Y’know,” he traced shapes into her arm, cheeks glowing as he avoided her eyes, “we’re practically dating already.” He took a deep breath, forcing the smirk on his face in an attempt to hide the nerves that threatened to overwhelm him. Thump thump. “I know that we’re already house-mates - albeit temporarily - but would you be interested in being promoted to girlfriend?”

“You’re such a dork, Kuroo.” She rolled her eyes, pressing her hands on his chest.

“But you didn’t say no!” He grinned. Thump thump.

Their eyes met. Thump thump. He was surprised by the fondness and affection that softened her gaze. Thump thump. “We have been acting like a couple now, haven’t we?” She asked in a low tone, her finger mindless tracing shapes on his chest. Thump thump.

Kuroo shrugged, his throat tightening. His heart was screaming at him now. “That’s not an answer, love.”

Her heart skipped a beat, feigning annoyance by rolling her eyes once more. “Because my answer is yes, dumbass.”

She pulled away, stepping on her tip-toes to press a kiss to his lips that was abruptly broken by a sudden movement. They both looked down, shocked. “Was that—” he whispered, a hand outreached slightly.

“She’s kicking.” New tears welled up in her eyes as (Name) straightened. Kuroo maneuvered himself onto his knees, placing his cheek onto her stomach. “Guess she’s happy,” she teased, as he felt another gentle nudge from their baby. Thump thump. He tightened his grip on (Name), pressing a gentle kiss onto her stomach as an unparalleled warmth spreading throughout his body. Thump thump. Everything finally felt right.

****

Meanwhile...

The bass of the speakers caused the entire room to shake. The dim lights hid details as bodies intertwined under the flashing lights. Gold eyes scanned the room half-heartedly. From his perch at the booth, he could see Atsumu with his arms around two girls at the bar. Everyone else - except for Sakusa who wasn’t there - were on the dance-floor. Bokuto couldn’t see the rest of his team-mates. He sighed loudly, though it was barely audible over the music. He glanced down at his drink, swirling the whiskey in the glass.

“Hey, you’re looking a little bored tonight. Why don’t you come with me and we’ll have some fun?” Bokuto sent her a dejected smile, waving the girl off. “Suit yourself.” She stalked off, rejoining her friends who all sent him looks. It had been like that for the past hour or so since they had arrived. Girls had been coming up to him. One had even sat in his lap, giving him a lap-dance, only to get pissed off at him when he showed no inclination of interest. That girl had stormed off. She and her friends ended up glaring at the wing-spiker before being whisked away by the crowd. Bokuto sipped the whiskey, letting the liquid burn his throat. How many had it been now? Four? Five? He had just asked the waitress to keep bringing him drinks whenever his glass was running low. Bokuto glanced down at his phone. A photo of him and (Name) at Spring Nationals stared back at him. She was wearing his jersey, black and gold paint on her cheeks. He was carrying her on his back, legs and arms wrapped around him as he flexed his arms. Bokuto held the screen, watching as the ‘Live’ function activated. He watched over and over again as (Name) kissed his cheek before grinning at the camera. Tonight would’ve been their four year anniversary.

“Are you okay?” He looked up and the air left his lungs. Standing in front of him was a familiar sight. He blinked, shaking his head to clear it from the buzz that had crept in. Gold eyes squinted into (e/c) eyes. A wave of disappointment crashed over him. The sparkle was just...wrong. “Hello?”

Bokuto swallowed. “I’ll be fine.”

She raised her eyebrow before nodding at the empty booth. Mind if I sit with you?”

He eyed her carefully before looking back at his team-mates. It was obvious that they weren’t going to rejoin him anytime soon, and he was tired of dancing around his thoughts of (Name). Another searing sip. She held his gaze steadily as she waited for his verdict. Every time he blinked, he felt like he was staring at (Name) only for a cold bucket of water to be dumped over his head each time he realised that he wasn’t. “Sure.” He conceded finally.

“Thanks.” She slipped into the booth beside him toying with her own glass. “What’s on your mind?”

“Huh?”

“Well, you’ve been sitting here for a while, and all you’ve done is drink. You keep telling the girls off whenever they come over and bother you, so there’s obviously something bothering you.” She took a sip, placing the empty glass down. “So what’s up?”

Bokuto snorted, “I’m not drunk enough for this.”

She snorted in agreement. Raising a hand, she waved the waitress over. “Can he get another coke and whiskey? And I’d like a new gin & tonic as well too.” The waitress whisked the glasses away.

Bokuto eyed the girl. “How long have you been watching me?”

“Not long.” She shrugged. “My friend stopped by earlier, and boy was she pissed when you turned her down.”

“Where’s she at now?” The unnamed girl pointed towards the bar. Bokuto chuckled. Of course she was clinging onto Atsumu’s arms now. Maybe she had a type. “So what are you doing with me? Isn’t there girl-code or something?” Bokuto leaned back in his seat, scanning his conversation partner.

Another shrug as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. “To be honest, clubbing isn’t my scene. I’m going through a breakup right now, and my friends brought me out to get over it but,” she waved her hand, “they ditched me because I wasn’t being any ‘fun’.” At this, the waitress returned, placing the drinks down in front of the duo.

Bokuto looked down at his drink. “That’s what’s on my mind,” he admitted. She raised an eyebrow, stirring her drink. “I was with this girl for years, and I thought that I was gonna marry her and everything. But I ended up running away to chase my dreams and left her behind.”

“If you loved her so much, why did you leave her behind?”

Bokuto shrugged. “I was scared, I guess.” They sat in silence for a moment.

“Well, cheers to our mutual heart-break then.” They tapped their glasses together. Bokuto chugged his drink, finishing it. The almost-familiar eyes bore into his as she turned to fully face him. “If you want...maybe we could forget together.” He licked his suddenly dry lips. She had gotten really close to him, he noticed. Gold eyes drifted down to her lips as he felt the heat from her, her thigh spreading to press against his. One night of distractions couldn’t hurt, he decided as he leaned in.

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The next day...

The sounds of heels meeting hardwood met their ears as the couple made their way into the all-too familiar izakaya. “There they are!” Lev cheered, gesturing to them with his mug. Kuroo helped her take off her coat, draping it over his arm as they walked over. Lev’s eyes bulged as he scanned them. “(Name)! Are you pregnant?”

Tsukishima cuffed the barely taller male over the head, causing Lev to wince. “Idiot, you can’t just shout that across the bar.” Heads had turned at Lev’s cry. (Name) simply giggled, sliding into the empty seat beside Akaashi.

“Yes, Lev, I’m pregnant.”

“Congratulations!” Lev cheered.

“Congratulations, (Name).” Tsukishima nodded at her.

Kuroo placed her folded up coat onto the bench, shrugging his off and placing it on top of hers. He took the other empty seat by Lev. Tsukishima, Akaashi, and (Name) sat on one side. Tsukishima faced Lev while Akaashi faced Kuroo. This time, they hadn’t left an empty seat for the missing wing-spiker. “Have you guys ordered yet?”

“Only alcohol,” Akaashi grimaced, eyeing Lev’s red face.

“No wonder he seems louder than usual,” (Name) joked, rolling her eyes at the tall male.

“You’re so rude to me, (Name)-san!” Lev whined, pouting. He took another big gulp of his beer, smacking his lips. “So who’s the baby-daddy? Is it Bokuto?”

Kuroo and (Name) exchanged a quick look, unnoticed by most at the table before she let out a soft laugh. “Didn’t you hear Lev? Kuroo and I are together now.” Akaashi and Tsukishima raised their eyebrows, surprised looks crossing their faces. Lev simply cheered for them.

“Oh my god! Since when?” His jaw dropped. “Wait!! Does that mean...you and Kuroo are gonna have a kid?”

“Yes, that’s what that means, Lev,” (Name) replied patiently, sipping her water.

“I’m so happy for you! Kuroo used to go on and on and on about you, everyone in the locker-room used to make so much fun of him.” Lev burped, ignoring the surprised look that crossed her face. Kuroo’s ears began to glow red.

“Oi, shut it,” Kuroo warned, “or I’ll call Yaku.”

Lev started whining to his senpai, causing the other three to roll their eyes. Apparently Lev’s fear of Yaku was still persistent in his life. Tsukishima joined Kuroo in roasting Lev while (Name) turned to the quiet setter besides her. “Akaashi, we missed you last time! How have you been?”

“Not too bad, just busy.” Akaashi sipped his beer. “Congratulations on graduating, (Name)-san. I’m sorry that I missed your party.”

“It’s no biggie, I’m just glad you made it out this time!” Her bright smile filled his vision as he hummed in response. “How’s your program going?” They settled into an easy conversation, though Akaashi was still hesitant. He hadn’t expected this turn of events, and he definitely hadn’t missed that look they had exchanged. They ordered their food, and the males ended up going through another two pitchers of beer as the night went on.

“Excuse me guys! I’ll be right back babe.” (Name) stood, kissing Kuroo’s cheek before she waddled towards the restroom.

Akaashi turned to Kuroo. “Kuroo-san, may I speak to you?” Luckily, the rest of the guys were busy talking to each other. Hazel eyes bore into blue as Kuroo nodded slowly, swirling his glass. “Is that your child?”

“He is now.”

If the setter was surprised, he didn’t show it. “Does Bokuto-san know?”

“She found out the day he announced his deal.” Kuroo sipped his beer, eyes drifting back to the rest of their company. Lev and Tsukishima were in a heated argument about which was the best dinosaur. Lev was simply arguing in order to get a rise out of Tsukishima. Akaashi nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on Kuroo.

“He would’ve sacrificed anything for her.”

Kuroo sighed. “And she did just that for him.” Glowing hazel met steady gunmetal blue. “He would’ve sacrificed his entire career for her, and he would’ve been unsatisfied with life. This could’ve been his only chance to go pro, and she was not about to let him squander his dreams for her.” Kuroo’s face softened. “Even at the price of her own, she chose his happiness.”

“(Name)-san was always too kind for her own good,” Akaashi mused, sipping his own drink.

“(Name)-san, are you alright? You don’t look well.” Akaashi’s brow furrowed as he looked at the girl. Sweat beaded along her forehead as she panted heavily. The black and gold paint on her cheeks barely hid the redness.

Sluggishly, she waved a hand. “I’ll be okay, ‘Kaashi! This is more important.” (Name) leaned against the setter, and he winced at the heat.

“Are you sure? It looks like you have a fever.”

(Name) nodded, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. “G-gotta be.” Even her voice was hoarse.

“Nickname!” At the sound of Bokuto’s voice, (Name) completely straightened, a smile forcibly spreading across her face.

“Kou!” She squealed. Bokuto swept her into his arms, swinging her around.

“You came!”

“Of course I did. I had to see my best friend playing in the finals!” Akaashi’s eyes widened slightly, impressed. It was barely noticeable that just moments ago she was feeling ill. Even the lilt in her voice had been banished.

“You’re the best,” Bokuto cheered, nuzzling into her neck.

Akaashi stepped away, heading towards the managers with a soft shake of his head. “Is (Name) ok? She looked really sick a few moments ago.” He could only shrug at Kaori’s question. “Poor girl,” she clicked her tongue.

“(Name)’s here?” Yukie asked, glancing over as her brow furrowed. “That’s a surprise.”

Kaori and Akaashi looked over at Yukie. “Why’s that?” Kaori tilted her head.

“Kuroo said she caught a fever the other night. Something about a breakdown, her going out to comfort somebody at 3 AM and forgetting a jacket.”

Kaori clicked her tongue again. “She’s really too nice.” They watched as Bokuto swung her around over and over again. (Name) looked vastly uncomfortable up until Bokuto put her down to hand her his spare jersey. As soon as he had put her down, a wide smile overtook her features. All signs of discomfort vanished. Akaashi shook his head. She really needed to stop sacrificing herself for everyone.

Akaashi sighed, swirling his cup and watching the bubbles. “Under different circumstances, I would want to tell him. He has the right to know.”

“If you tell him now, you risk jeopardizing that future that she gave to him. And if he were to suddenly appear in her life again, who knows what type of stress that’d put on her and the baby?” Akaashi simply hummed in response, fingers tapping against his glass. Kuroo licked his lips before sighing. “For her sake, can you please not tell him? After he’s born, I’ll talk to her about getting Bokuto involved.”

Akaashi sighed. “For their own good.” Kuroo’s face relaxed into a pleasant smile.

“Thank you, Akaashi.” Kuroo stood up. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, before he too made his way to the restroom. A sleek black phone lit up on the table. Glancing at it, Akaashi let out a soft chuckle. The familiar faces of (Name) and Kuroo stared back at him, and she looked beyond happy. The former setter couldn’t remember ever seeing her face as bright as it did in that photo. He had always known that Kuroo had been in love with the former Nekoma manager. Anyone just watching their interactions could see that. Throughout the conversation, Akaashi had kept that in mind, wondering if Kuroo was being selfish about his intentions. He bit his bottom lip as he contemplated the news. Though Bokuto was one of his closest friends, Akaashi had quickly become close to the spunky girl that had captured his friend’s heart. They all deserved to be happy, and it seems that Kuroo and (Name) were happiest together. He nodded to himself, turning his attention back to the quarreling pair. It was for the best that they remained together. He only prayed that Bokuto would be able to find his own happiness.

Fun facts

💟 There were still some of Bokuto’s owl mugs at (Name)’s house

💟 In high-school, photos of the Nekoma volleyball team were (Name)’s lockscreen until their third-year when Kuroo got annoyed and changed her background to a photo of just them as Captain and Manager. He claims that he had priority as her best friend.

💟 Aya really wanted a female best friend, but was terrified of Azami and had too much respect for Kayda so she was extra excited when she found out (Name) was joining the team

💟 Aya’s name means ‘colorful, beautiful’, Azami means ‘thistle flower, greatest’, Makoto means ‘sincerity, truth’, and Kayda means ‘Little Dragon’ or ‘Princess of God’

💟 Every time they went to get dessert, a bit of it would end up on Kuroo’s face because he would either try to steal (Name)’s dessert or make fun of her

💟 Kuroo had taken a floral arrangement class as a GE and learned about the meaning of flowers through it. He forgot that (Name) had also taken that class a different semester so she also knew the meaning of the flowers he’d gotten

💮 White lilies: “My love is pure”

💮 Apple blossoms: “I prefer you before all”

💮 Red carnations: “My heart aches for you”

💮 Gardenias: secret love

💟 There were mutual feelings of alterous attraction between (Name) and Kuroo - meaning that they’d both be okay whether they were platonic friends or romantic partners. (Name) just didn’t know the second part.

💟 Kuroo thought he was doing her a favor by doing the chores, but once he got his butt kicked, he remembered how much (Name) hates depending on people

💟 Even though they’ve been friends for so long, it was still rare for Kuroo to see her crying. She typically tried to cry alone in her room

💟 This was the first time that Hikori kicked

💟 Bokuto took up drinking about a week after (Name)’s graduation

💟 Bokuto wasn’t really sure why he kept changing his background photo

💟 Most people had figured out that (Name) and Bokuto had separated. They just didn’t know why. Lev was one of the only exceptions to this

💟 Both Kuroo and (Name) were posting on social media, but a majority of people chalked it up to their long-term friendship

💟 Bokuto still doesn’t know that (Name) had a fever during that game

💟 (Name) had gone out late at night to comfort Shibayama who was feeling very insecure and unprepared to take on the role as libero after Yaku

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shhhlikeme · 4 years ago

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I saw that you're a new haikyuu writer and I just wanted to say hi! (Also can I have Yamaguchi fluff where the Karasuno team doesn't know that he has a gf?)

Yamaguchi w. A Girlfriend He Wants To Keep Secret (Fluff)

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A/N: Hiiiiiiii! How are you! Thank you for being MY FIRST REQUEST 😭💚 Of course I can !!! Tadashi is in my Top 2 and he ain’t number 2.

Here goes:

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it was about bloody time

Yams has had a crush on you ever since last year

You two met during his pinch serve training with Makoto behind the store he works at

When Makoto would be teaching.... you would walk home that same way and stop by to get a treat for your dog every night. So naturally, you started noticing a rather cute, tall, and nervous looking boy there with him

Even though Makoto knew you very well he never thought to introduce you two because he figured Yamaguchi was not the type of boy that dealt well with pretty girls....

But..... after you walked by for the 7th night in a row and Yams didn’t hear Makoto repeat himself for the 12th time because he was too busy staring at you....he thinks of something

Ever the helpful love volleyball coach.... Makoto makes a bet with Tadashi that if he executes 15 perfect jump float serves he will introduce you two and put in a very good word for him wink wink

Yams’ eyes light up because he will take all the help he can get when it comes to ladies... especially insanely hot ones like you

Even though Yams is veryyyyy apprehensive about talking to you..... he remembers that you are literally his DREAM girl.... so he can’t resist but execute TWENTY perfect serves in a row he shy but he talented

Makoto introduces the two of you and Tadashi finally said hello the way he’d been practicing it in the mirror since the day you met good boy

And you fell girl

I mean: the freckles???? The blush??? The politeness ????? The way he was a cute jock but totally flustered by a girl ?! Um wut? You volunteer as tribute

So with Makoto’s “amazing” way of hyping up Yams.... you two become fast friends even though you go to different schools

Ok so yams didn’t just have a crush on you....

His crush had babies and they were about to graduate college ok? He was head over heels bruh....

but Yams is way too shy to ever confess shocker

You, on the other hand, got tired of waiting for this baby and just asked Makoto one day if he thought you had a shot ...

Makoto karate-chopped you on top of the head for asking such a stupid question

“And they say teenage boys are dumb?”

“OW!!!! You just lost your best customer, jerk. No wonder you’re still single at forty fi–“

He lifted his arm up again so you ran out of the shop.

The next day you confess to Yams

“Do you ummm... like me back? Maybe?” You stare at him with those eyes that make him melt.

yeah sorry no answer

Just a trademark shocked baby Yams stare

The next day when he wakes up and realizes it wasn’t a dream he calls you and screams “YESSSSSSS” in the phone

Jeez. Chill, sir. But you love it

Yams couldn’t help but call his best friend Tsukki who was very proud. Tadashi made him promise not to tell anyone for reasons unknown. Tsukki has a great poker face anyway so he complied

You and Yams have been dating for about 2 months now until the team starts getting suspicious

Yams is happy happy. Elated, actually.

The kid always looks like he just got laid when he didn’t...... THAT’S a true sign of relationship goals

Daichi and Suga notice him smiling at his phone whenever he got a text from someone. you obvs

At lunch, Hinata and Kageyama noticed that he started bringing two lunches.... because cooking was one thing he was confident in and he wanted to impress you by dropping it off at your house everyday

On a team run Tanaka thought it was odd that Tadashi stopped to ask this dog owner what the best gift would be for the cute pup (he wanted to surprise your dog with something because he knows how happy that would make you)

More than anything.... they noticed how much he improved in such a short period of time!!!!!!

It’s because you made Yams a bet that if he keeps killing it in Makoto’s vball sessions he will get a kiss

The guys straight up asked Yamaguchi in the locker room if he had a girlfriend and he sputtered as if the question was absurd.

“What—-uh—-who? Me-g-girlfriend??? Of c-course not!!!!”

Nishinoya rolled his eyes and told him there’s no need to lie.

Tadashi stuck to his story and became even better at hiding yours and his relationship.

One day when you two were on a picnic date with the incredible food he made, you told him that you want to meet his friends, and you want him to meet yours. You know—baby steps. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Yamaguchi suddenly paled and changed the subject. He became very quiet for the remainder of the date

Before packing up you found the guts to ask him. “Babe? Is there a reason you are trying to hide us?” bc if there was someone else you that would destroy you. Hurt, you took his hand in yours.

Yams couldn’t meet your eyes. He stared at the ground for a good 5 minutes before he took a deep breath and lifted his head up. His eyes were still shut tight as he exclaimed “I-I will introduce you to them one day... Y/N. But-but can that day not be today? Or anytime soon? I just don’t want my d-dream of being with you to be over just yet.”

He was practically pleading.

You began to say something but he wasn’t finished so you just listened

“My friends are all the guys on the team and well...the guys on my team......all the girls like them..... even the ones who are mean to them like Tsukki or Kageyama. None of them notice me. Which I never minded too much. Until I met you and oh boy...... NOW I mind. I don’t want you to meet them because I-I-I know you will like one of my teammates better than me just like every other girl...... Which I can’t blame you for. My teammates will pretend they don’t find you attractive for my sake but let’s face it you’re a knockout—they’ll pity me and I’ll be the loser on the team that’s the heartbroken benchwarmer. I........ Selfishly, I don’t want you to meet them yet. I don’t want this to end yet. Not-Not that I would stop you if you did like any of them better!!!!!! They’re pretty cool and I want you to be happy. I just.... do you mind if I extend this temporary fantasy of being your boyfriend for a bit longer? I love you, Y/N. All I’m asking for is a little bit longer to show you just how much... to shower you with gifts that I won’t be able to give you once you leave... I wish to stretch this a bit longer before you snap out of whatever reverie Makoto put you under in the first place.”

Yams’ eyes are still shut as he says all of this so he doesn’t see the tears streaming down your face. You love this boy with all of your heart!!!!

Scaring him, you knock him over by the force of your hug as you jump into his arms.

Yams opens his eyes while laying splat on the grass and sees that you’re crying. He freaks out and starts apologizing profusely and wiping your tears.

Ignoring him, you give him a deep kiss and explain to him that not only have you already seen the team, but that he is the BEST boy on the team and in the WORLD. Not to mention that annoying karate chopping Makoto was awful at hyping him up because he’s shit with girls too but that you wanted Tadashi anyway. You tell him with conviction that he is the most attractive boy you’ve ever seen in your life. You tell him that he is out of YOUR league and that no one could EVER convince you to leave him.

Yams sees the sincerity in your eyes and his chest clenches. He can’t believe it.

“You’re asking for just a little bit longer of me being yours, Tadashi?”

He nods.

You pretend to ponder it before pinching his cheek and bringing him close. “Hmmmm..... How does ‘forever’ sound to you?”

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WOW that was so fun to write!

#first request #tadashi fluff #yamaguchi fluff #haikyuu fluff #tadashi yamaguchi #yamaguchi x reader #requests open

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memoriashell · 4 years ago

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first impressions ( are they pointless if fate has already decided? )

Characters / Pairing: Fukawa Touko/Naegi Komaru, ( implied ) Syo / Komaru

crossposted on ao3

Notes: day 7 of @tokomaruweek!! soulmate prompt.

sorry if i manage to absolutely fuck up posting this one i'm half awake rn.

i appreciate how unrealistic and improbably soulmate aus are. anyways i knew i wanted to play with this idea as soon as i saw the prompt. i think that bodyswap au has interesting potential. the bodyswap soulmate au in the specific sense that you’d theoretically get to see the kind of hardships your fated might be going through but that’s not really the angle i took on it here but i mean do any of us want komaru to face abuse and bullying? no. i cannot comit to that. someone else can do that i am going to live here angst free anyways in case it isn't obvious the basis premises around this is that once you come of age, you swap bodies with your soulmate. HONESTLY not sure how a body swap au would work w/ a did person but considering that every alter / identity is considered their own person, i figured that it would simply just swap w/ the host, meaning any alters would be left behind. i do think it'd be an interesting concept to play with, maybe?

tw for trauma / abuse ( /ive parents )

Summary: most circumstances to figure out the identity of your soulmate are pretty unfortunate, but she thinks this one might take the proverbial cake in some regard.

For most people, this would be the kind of momentous occasion that people would count down to. For Touko, it catches her completely off guard because she hardly registers the fact that her birthday is coming up until the day it happens.

‘It’ being the day she comes of age and is supposed to find out who her soulmate is.

She’d be lying if she said she didn’t think about this kind of stuff on occasion. It was kind of a given, with her entire shtick of being a romance author. But quite frankly, she tries to forget it, because really? Soulmates? For someone like her? Not likely.

Who would want to be stuck with someone like her? Best not to get her hopes up too much, and stick to unrequited crushes on people she knows she’s probably not destined for.

The sound of an unfamiliar alarm is what wakes her up— Touko doesn’t really process anything more than trying to turn it off and laying down for a few minutes. And then realizes her body doesn’t quite feel right. Empty. Something’s missing and it’s too quiet and it all feels horribly wrong. And then opening her eyes and realizing she can see perfectly fine without her glasses.

Oh. Oh no. No no no no no.

She hops out of bed and spots a phone ( thank christ ) and confirms her fears. Right. It’s her birthday. Thank god she doesn’t need to know a passcode to figure out that information. Well, nothing she can do about that. Time to sleep off today, so she can go back to living her life normally, soulmate-free.

Or well, that is what she plans to do, until a picture frame catches her attention from the corner of her eye, and— oh. Oh no? Oh no. She absolutely recognizes one of the two people in the picture. She presumes the girl is the one whose body she’s currently inhabits ( nothing particularly special to note there, plain as plain can be ). The boy— she loathes that nonchalant, easygoing expression— the boy she recognizes as her classmate. One Makoto Naegi.

God, it’d be just her luck, huh. Speaking of which—

“Komaru!” Ah, so that’s her name. She hears a shout from downstairs, followed by footsteps. “You’re going to be late!”

Shit. Shit shit shit shit.

In a panic, she sprints to dive back under the covers and pretends to be asleep still. Maybe she’ll get off without much of a punishment that way? Definitely less than the realization that she’d been awake and not getting ready for...school, presumably. She has no clue what this girl is usually like, but hopes that it isn’t painfully obvious what is going on here.

“Komaru?” The voice is closer this time, the sound of the door opening follows close behind. While she panics over the thought of what to do asides from pretending like she’s asleep, Touko misses the sound of footsteps approaching and flinches when the covers are tugged away from her head. She doesn’t mean to let out a whimper of fear when a hand comes down on her forehead, teeth clenched, not that the sound is interpreted as fear. “Are you feeling all right, dear? You’re not feverish, but you are a little sweaty...”

It takes her a moment to recognize the tone of this woman’s voice is one of concern, an incredibly foreign concept for her to expect from any parent ( she’s presuming this is the mother ). It certainly was never one she’d expected to hear from her own mothers, squeezing her eyes shut as if to ignore the truth. “N-No...” It’s not a lie, at least— all of this makes her feel sick to her stomach.

( It leaves an awful taste in her mouth, knowing the love that she is being shown here is just an illusion; not meant for her at all. And yet Touko wants something that she has never had. What an awful child she is )

“Why don’t you take it easy for today, then? If you feel no better later, you can start taking medicine.” She manages to utter a thank you, whatever will get her with no repercussions and left alone again, and there is a hand gently stroking back her hair before she is alone again.

Once ‘her’ mother leaves, she locks the door and buries herself under the blankets, so she can sleep and forget about today ever happening.

In comparison, Komaru Naegi finds herself having a much less than pleasant awakening. In that she doesn’t know what wakes her up, just that she is suddenly, forcibly awakened and in a room she doesn’t recognize.

Weird. Is she dreaming? It kind of feels that way, because she has no control over the body she currently resides in, marching over to the desk and reaches into the draw for...a pair of scissors? Really, really sharp scissors, but a pair of scissors nonetheless.

It’s not a dream. Get out. They hiss at her, scissors pointed at her— themselves? Oh boy. Uh.

“I don’t think I can do that.” She says aloud; wincing. “I don’t— I don’t know what’s going on...?”

Ugh. You think I know any better? ( Yes! Yes she does!! ) It’s totally bullshit that this is my wake-up call after ages, and she’s not even awake and instead I’m stuck with you? Ah. Shit, hold on a second how long has it been. They reach for the calendar, and she feels her face frown. Aw, it hasn’t been that long? She really forgot her own birthday coming up? Some heads up would’ve been nice instead of just waking up to this fucking mess. The voice continues to complain.

“Um...” She hates to interrupt, but she’s still pretty confused. “What do you mean? Who are you?”

You’re expecting me to just give that up without knowing your own name? Or do you not care?

“Sorry!” And she is, given that she’d kind of gotten ahead of herself. “Komaru. Komaru Naegi. But just Komaru is fine!”

Ah— Naegi? What are the odds— Dekomaru it is!

“What? That’s not my name at all!” Komaru completely manages to miss the faint recognition, huffing a pout. “And I told you, so answer my questions!”

Syo. And what I mean is that now I’m stuck explaining this shit— did you seriously not pay attention to any of that or are you that dumb? Geeze, listen to me this time. Okay, so we can have a lesson on proper terms and all that shit another time, long and short of it is that we share this body— miss gloomy and I. It’s technically her coming of age birthday today, which is why you’re here instead of her.

“Oh, okay.” Komaru nods along in agreeably, before her mind catches up and process the implications of what she’s been told. “Wait, you mean I— she— this is my soulmate?!” Her voice cracks as it pitches, hands quick to clasp out of her mouth, a little worriedly.

Yeah, obviously. And don’t worry, the rooms are soundproof. Otherwise, I would’ve already told you to stop replying out loud. People would think that’s weird. They sound amused, reaching back towards the table and fumbles around for a moment before raising something up into the field of their view.

This is a student ID card, which provides her with several helpful bits of information— none of which Komaru chooses to fixate on. “...Hope’s Peak?” What were the chances of that?

Focus, idiot. Do you have any idea of what this means?

Komaru beams, an expression that might have been frightening for anyone else to see on this face. “It means I can be a Hope’s Peak student for today!”

No. Ouch, that’s probably the most cold they’ve sounded so far. Which is saying a lot, considering how they’d greeted her. Well, maybe. I know she really wouldn’t like it if you went around in our body. She doesn’t like it when I force control over our body either, but if it’s you then she probably won’t care. Personally, I don’t give two fucks— I can give you tips on acting more like her if you want.

Komaru makes a face. “I’m bad at acting. Am I really that different?”

Given that you don’t shut up, yes. That’s not a bad thing. They add on when they seem to sense the indignation rising in her. You really want to go around like normal today?

“Please?” She begs in what is sure to not be the last time that Syo enables her in doing something she probably shouldn’t do.

Okay! You’re more fun to have to share with than madam morose. This is way more chaotic. If things go wrong, I’ll help you cover up.

Komaru thinks that’s supposed to be a compliment. Or flattery? Either way, she enthusiastically takes to observing her appearance in the mirror for a good several minutes— more than several, but who’s keeping track? Syo. Syo is— before they point out they’ll be late for class and still haven’t had breakfast. But Komaru really only registers late and class and grabs her bag and rushes out into the hall, only to realize she didn’t really know where she was supposed to be going.

Syo sighs at her and directs her in the right direction of their locker and then their class while Komaru considers what’s the best way to seem cool if she can’t technically be herself. And also try not to nervously overthink things. That is also a thing she tries to avoid.

You know it’s weird that we’re going to class early, right?

“It’s fine...!” She grumbles. I can’t help but be excited, okay? It’s not everyday I get to pretend to be attended one of the most prestigious schools in the country.

Uh huh. Okay. I don’t think it’s really ‘cool’ to be this early to class, but.. Syo snickers at her, and she pouts before opting to ignore them, gathering her nerves before ( with more confidence than the actual Touko Fukawa would ever muster ) pushing the door open and stepping inside the classroom.

And then the whole act cool plan falls apart because while Komaru had registered the, we’re at Hope’s Peak Academy, she had failed to consider the whole, this is the school my brother goes to, I might run into my brother dilemma that she is immediately forced to acknowledge in a very graceful manner.

( And by gracefully she means she very embarrassingly screams at Makoto and Syo cackles at her, and she learns a very important lesson on why she should not trust Syo so easily )

Unfortunately for Touko, her body refuses to sleep much, which means she is wide awake when someone tries to come into the room just after four. Clearly not giving up, a knock soon follows, and, “Fukawa-san? Can you let us in?”

And then the sound of her own voice, way too cheery for her own liking. “No one else is home right now, so you don’t need to worry about it. Please? I really want to meet you! Uhm, properly.” Silence follows, since Touko makes no attempt to acknowledge that- if she pretends to sleep, then they’ve got to give up eventually. Even if she can only run away for so long, given that Makoto will probably just confront her tomorrow if she doesn’t. “Uh, Syo-san says they’ll take matters into their own hands if you don’t...? I’m not really sure what that means, but...” Makoto makes a panicked noise and god damn it Syo. She hadn’t counted on Syo working against her as well. Should she have expected that from them? Eh.

( It might speak more about the other girl, if she’d managed to get something like Syo’s...approval? That doesn’t seem quite right, and feels weird to think about either way )

“Give me a moment.” She calls, just to make sure Syo doesn’t go ahead and try and start picking the lock or break a window or something else that’s drastic and unnecessary. Takes a deep breath as she pulls herself out of bed, doesn’t bother double-checking if she seems too presentable and trudges over to unlock the door.

No sooner than she does so, the door swings open cautiously— Touko manages to sidestep out of the way before she needs to worry about being hit by it. She can feel the other’s gaze focus in on her almost immediately, but she very pointedly decides to not meet her gaze, mostly because it feels weird to be looking at herself, and looks at the same bookcase she has been staring at for the past four hours straight.

( Manga. She hates it. Of course, she would be stuck with someone that loves something that she practically loathes. She also hates the fact that she’d also been so bored that she’d almost considered reading it )

The only thing she chooses to acknowledge is the fact that her hair is down and not braided, really could she not have put forth even that much effort— and that while having her in front of her now is much different from what she might have thought it to be, she really has no idea of what to think of her.

And then the other seems to decide that enough is enough and holds her hands in hers very excitedly. She can only guess what Syo makes of all this. Schadenfreude, probably. She doesn’t actually say anything to her, just giggles to herself ( she’s not sure if she’s trying to be creepy, or if that laughter is directed at something Syo is saying ).

“Stop that...It’s w-w-weird to see my face doing that.” She gnaws on her lip— is this what everyone else saw all day? That’s awful.

As if reading her mind ( and certainly not the atmosphere of room ), Makoto helpfully chimes in, “Give her a break, she’s done a pretty good job trying to not attract any unwanted attention.”

“They made me skip class.” She pouts, crossing her arms. “Syo even said that they’d take the blame for it, but no, I had to skip out.”

“You screamed at me and scared Fujisaki-san? I was more relieved that Ishimaru-kun was willing to get you excused for the day.” Oh good, at least she can count on having reliable notes and not misplaced homework like with some people ( Syo ).

“It wasn’t that bad, Makoto, you’re making it seem worse than it was—”

“Because screaming like that could come off as good somehow?” He butts in.

“— and what’s done is done, so with that said, let’s eat!” She raises a bag that she’d failed t notice earlier. “I know it’s a little weird, but it’s still your birthday, so we can at least celebrate, right? I even asked Syo what you’d prefer the most while we were at the bakery.” That kind of disgustingly desperate face is all too fitting and completely foreign on her face, and Touko scowls at her.

It’s also a very foreign thought to actually be celebrating her birthday for once, and with a practical stranger nonetheless.

“Actually, I have a call I’m supposed to make. So I’ll be waiting downstairs, Komaru— we do have to get back at a reasonable time, so I’ll come back up if you’re staying too long, okay?” Makoto flees in the most inelegant way possible, fittingly.

Traitor, she wants to yell at him. She’s not quite being left alone here, because Syo is clearly present, but it’s not the same. She still feels a sense of betrayal here on all sides nonetheless.

“Touko-chan! Come sit with me!” Not that she gets any say in this, dragged along by her hand into following. She considers telling her off because when did she say that she was allowed to call her that? But bites her tongue for the moment because she’s still a little startled about the ease at which she has accepted all of...this, given the fact that she’s currently got Syo co-fronting. She suspects that they have arbitrarily elected to not acknowledge the elephant in the room which is very annoying to her, but she’s not really given a chance to acknowledge that either since a plate is shoved into her hands.

Fruit tart. So she’s not lying about the fact that Syo has taken a liking to her, apparently.

( No she’s not jealous over her own apparent soulmate. Why on earth would she envy that? )

“Fukawa-san?” Pale lavender eyes peer up at her, lips pursed in a small pout. “I know this isn’t the most ideal situation, and..I don’t expect you to warm up to me right away. But I’d like it if we could meet again sometime, as ourselves.”

Touko gives her a long look, scrutinizing, and then looks away. “I’ll think about it.”

“Okay!” She’s quick to agree like she’d said yes; humming happily with a fork in her mouth ( which would be cuter if she didn't have to look at her own ugly face ).

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