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Sonia & Yasuke

Summary: Sonia Nevermind’s FTEs in the SDR2 Protagonist Matsuda Yasuke AU. FUCK YES. A slightly divergent take on the originals.

Rating: PG

Warnings: Language. Brief discussions of cults and kidnapping.

Notes: Sonia was neck and neck with Tanaka for the poll and I was going to do hers soon anyway, so I just went ahead. Sometimes, life just shakes out that way. I really do love Sonia so much. The bias is strongest for Sonia, so I really hope I did her justice. Only the best for our kween. (Btw, the formatting for this couldn’t fully carry through so some stylistic choices on Ao3 are absent here.)

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He supposed he had been in an antsier mood than usual. In one hand, he read his manga. In the other, he played with and twirled around a pen. He’s practiced enough that he doesn’t need to look. It’s just something for his other hand to do. Something that would, ideally, work off some jitters.

He had almost been too worked up to read. Unfortunately, he’s still having a hard time trying to get into the book. He can’t tell if it’s because the story is dragging itself or because he’s just not in the right headspace. What a nuisance.

He catches the pen between his knuckles, tapping the end against the table. A surprised gasp. A round of applause. Matsuda glances over his book to meet the beaming face of a certain princess. Even in a hotel this cafeteria this tacky, she shone like a precious jewel.

What a nuisance. Except—

“So impressive, Matsuda-san!” she squealed. “You truly have fury skillz, yo!”

I guess of all the people here, she’s the most tolerable.

“Impressive, huh,” he mused. “I could probably twirl a scalpel, too.”

“Ooh!” Sonia clasped her hands. “Matsuda-san! Will you perform?!”

“No.” He shook his head. “I’m not going to risk cutting my fingers just to show off. I’ll twirl the pen some more.”

“Oh, I understand...” Quieting, Sonia still watched him twirl with intent eyes. It’s like he’s center stage at an opera house. Sonia hums and her fingers even twitch along. “Matsuda-san, such talented fingers... I truly do applaud you.”

Matsuda flipped the pen, catching it before it fell to the ground. Sonia let out another gasp and clapped some more, giggling.

“Bravo, bravo!”

Jeez. She’s so likable that it’s sickening.

It’s almost like he wouldn’t have a choice in the matter should the two of them become friends.

I guess...there are worse relationships to be forced into. Even if I already have a headache.

Still, the mood couldn’t help but be lightened whenever Sonia laughed. Scary.

His fingers were a bit aching, and holding a cold drink alleviated some of the stinging. Sonia, ever the prim and proper young lady with her mouth shut, simply sipped tea from across the table. The picture of elegance. Even in a cafeteria this tacky.

But it’s not like any location short of the azure sky and sapphire ocean could do someone like her justice.

“This island truly is sublime,” Sonia hummed. “The weather is always so serene, and the ocean is as blue as it is endless! Truly! It’s a perfect resort, wouldn’t you say, Matsuda-san?”

“I don’t know if I’d go as far as to say perfect,” he replied. “There’s a little too much fucking walking. I’m not big on sweating.”

Even if big hospitals had fancier equipment, I still hated having to rush back and forth.

“To be more contained can have its benefits,” Sonia agreed good-naturedly. “Still, I must say I am quite happy with what we have.”

Matsuda hummed right back.

Happy...

“Situation could be better,” he said. “Would really fucking love if we weren’t being held hostage by a homicidal fucking bear.”

“Indeed,” Sonia agreed solemnly. “Quite regrettable.”

Matsuda waited for her to continue, but she merely took another elegant sip. Still the picture of calm. Sonia’s eyes do flicker open and it’s then that Matsuda takes notice of the color. They’re a clear, soft green. It’s a unique shade. One he thinks he’s only seen in...

“As long as no murders take place, everything will be alright,” Sonia spoke with conviction. “What happens next...will depend on our own inclinations and choices.”

I shouldn’t compare them too much.

“That’s a reductive way of looking at it,” he said. “Even if we have the resolve, I don’t doubt that our hands are going to be forced.”

Sonia slammed her cup onto the table. It cracked just the slightest bit.

“Then, we should cooperate with one another so that we can return home as quickly as we can,” she said sunnily. “Matsuda-san, I trust you to tell me any ideas you may come up with. I shall do what I can.”

“Well...” Matsuda directed his stare towards one of the security cameras. “We’d first have to come up with something to do about those.”

“If we simply shattered them, we would get punished severely,” Sonia recalled, lamenting as she did. “We would have to act... And perhaps...”

She dropped into lower mumbles that Matsuda couldn’t make out. Perhaps out of precaution, in case they were being recorded. Matsuda watches her sink deeper and deeper into thought.

Even she can’t be serene and optimistic all the time. She’s still managing better than anyone else here.

“Do you understand, Matsuda-san?” she asked, tone serious. “Or must I repeat myself?”

“If you did, it’d have to be a little louder, so it’d be better if you could write it down discretely and pass it to me later,” he said, sighing. “It’s a little too risky discussing anything out in the open.”

Sonia clapped with glee.

“A handsome remark! This is why I know I can rely on your intelligence and wit, Matsuda-san.” She gave a few nods of approval. “It might be better for our moral to chat amiably for now.” With a dazzling smile, she then inquired, “Is there anything you’d like to ask of me?”

Matsuda blinked at her.

“Not really.” I am curious about one thing. Given the circumstances, it’s best to hold off on that. “What about you?”

“There is something! That I AM quite curious about!” Sonia exclaimed, suddenly excited. “Who has captured your heart? And who do you plan to settle on?!”

Matsuda stared.

“...?”

His head tilted in confusion, so Sonia went on to explain.

“This situation—it is similar to The Summer Story of Seven Men and Seven Women, wouldn’t you say?! The standard practice, then, is to start wavering and swapping partners!”

“The...J-drama?” he asked, no less confused but Sonia was more incited regardless.

“No just the J-drama, the legendary J-drama! The original trendsetter! Starting with an upbeat tone... Before shifting to surprisingly serious!” she swooned. “I couldn’t believe my eyes, and yet I couldn’t look away! Momoko’s feelings...! Wow, so intense!”

“Uh-huh...” Matsuda’s eyes rolled back. “Well... I’m not sleeping with anyone on this stupid fucking island, so it’s not going to be that similar. That, and there are more guys here than girls to begin with...”

“That is true!” Sonia gasped. “Someone will have to be unlucky! I wonder... Who it will be...?”

Didn’t I just say I wasn’t going to...? Not to mention some of the guys flat-out wouldn’t be interested. Although I don’t think that’ll keep someone from being unlucky, huh...

It looked like he wouldn’t get in another word in edgewise.

This still isn’t going to fix the declining birthrate.

At least Sonia seemed to be having a hella time theorizing. Matsuda just let her...do that.

“I managed to find a couple of books on Novoselic,” he said, setting the stack of books on the table before a sparkly-eyed Sonia. “Since we don’t have the internet, this was the best I could scrounge up and even then I don’t know if they’re all that accurate.”

“Oh, Matsuda-san, I would have told you anything you needed to know!” She does take one of the books. “That said, I recognize this author. You can trust them! Oh, but this one...” She takes another, frowning. “If I recall... No. You should not trust this one at all. In fact, I would burn every copy of this book.”

“I could kind of tell from the tone,” Matsuda hummed, setting it apart and pushing it far away. Sonia’s frown was still a deep mar on her face. “So, these books are accurate?”

“As I have said, Matsuda-san, I do not mind telling you about my country,” she said, smiling again. “Or! Is this courting? I’m afraid I will have to sadly decline, much as this feels like something out of a J-drama...”

She says while looking disappointed in herself...

“It’s more that I thought you should know what other people are writing about your country,” he said. He paused. “Ah, I guess that was pretty presumptuous of me.”

“Not at all!” Sonia shook her head. “Awareness and control of the media are essential! Not to mention you have informed me of quite the pressed issue! I will have to take care of it when I return...is what a responsible, attentive ruler would say.” She sighed. “Sadly, I will have to inform others and hope for the best.”

She has said in the past that she’s more of a figurehead than a leader.

“That’s a part of being young,” he remarked. “Don’t let it get you down too much. Just prepare for the future to the best of your ability.”

Sonia does giggle at that.

“Matsuda-san... Sometimes, you remind me of the male lead in a J-drama.”

“No comment.”

She laughs again. “In my humblest opinion, the best J-dramas are the ones aimed at women between the ages of 20 to 34. Just before Japan’s economic bubble burst! You would not believe how many times I have seen I Will Arrest Your Eyes! Why, when I first arrived in Japan, the first thing I did was run across the Spain-zaka!”

As fascinating as that all is, what gets my attention is...

“Hold it. Were you calling me mature or were you suggesting that I speak like an old man?”

“You certainly do have a worldly weariness to you, Matsuda-san,” Sonia went on to sigh. “Broody and broken down by life... While it would be attractive on the screen, it is worrisome and exhausting in person.” She perked right back up. “But have no fear! For a fairly dreamy maniac will someday come into your life! And the two of you can partake in the ritual entrapped within the blizzard!”

“I hate the cold,” is Matsuda’s only reply to whatever the fuck all of that was.

“Then when will you cuddle under a blanket in the nude?!” Sonia gasped, aghast. “Will you do so at a different temperature?! Is the blizzard not necessary after all?!”

“First off, you’re referring to a cliché rather than a ritual,” Matsuda said, waving his hand. “Shouldn’t the fact that it was happening during a damn blizzard tipped you off? Not every couple is going to go to the fucking mountains.”

“So...” Sonia quieted. “It is not like the Makango?”

The Makango? Matsuda remembered. Ah, the Makango.

“We don’t have anything like that as far as I’m aware,” he said. “Mind you, I’m...not aware of much...”

Thinking about this gives me a headache. Actually, it really, really fucking hurts right now.

“I see...” Sonia pursed her lips. “So peculiar. Oh!” She blinked, realizing. “Matsuda-san, you look pale.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles, rubbing his forehead with a wince. “I think... I’m gonna check out.”

“You should check out what’s wrong with you!” she exclaimed. “Do better for yourself, Matsuda-san!”

“...right.”

On that note, there wasn’t anything else to do but stumble out.

It’s another calm day at the library. Sonia, however, snaps up immediately when Matsuda walks inside. It’s scary how alert the princess is, but that was probably a good thing considering her situation. Matsuda sighed, waving and taking in how she lit up and eagerly saluted him.

He also takes notice of the book that Sonia had been reading. The cover—looks quite gruesome.

“How are you feeling?” Sonia asked kindly. “You are not in pain, yes? Matsuda-san?”

“I’m doing fine,” he said, stretching as he makes his way over. “I’ve been dealing with headache after headache since I got here, so I’ve gotten used to them.”

“I see,” Sonia murmured, downcast and sympathetic. “I will trust you to your own mechanics.”

“Devices,” Matsuda corrected without thinking as he seated himself. “Anyway, I’ll be reading. Don’t mind me.”

He does pull out a manga he brought with him—the library was just a better environment for reading than the cafeteria hence him making the trip. He cracks it open, but he doesn’t get very long to enjoy it. He gets maybe five minutes before there’s a nudge at his side.

He ignores it, but Sonia elbows him with enough force that he nearly yelps. With a now throbbing side, his gaze drops to see a folded-up piece of paper tucked between Sonia’s delicate fingers. Her nails are perfectly manicured yet polished to give off the illusion of natural beauty.

Hm.

He takes the paper, unfolding it and—

What do you know about the occult?

Sonia is feigning innocence. She’s scarily good at it. If not for the flicker of her intense stare to his, he wouldn’t have suspected a thing. That...and his side still...stings. Seriously the princess had a bony fucking elbow.

“Princess. What the hell is this?”

“Shush!” she ordered and he dutifully shut his mouth without a second thought. Sonia looked around discretely, lowering her voice as she leaned in to whisper into his ear. “Any information you have on cults would also be appreciated, Matsuda-san.”

No, seriously, what the fuck?

He does try to make sense of it. If Sonia felt the need to convey these questions inconspicuously, then, maybe—?

He takes out a pen and writes down his response. He hands it under the table for Sonia to read.

Do you think our kidnappers are part of a cult?

“Oh!” Sonia gasped. “I never thought of that! What a fascinating theory!”

Guuuuuuess not.

“If it just interests you, you don’t have to be so fucking secretive,” he griped. “Just ask me outright like a normal fucking person.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologized quickly. “I truly didn’t think the way I was conducting myself was...regal. They pass notes like so in the dramas. Is that not normal behavior, Matsuda-san?”

Oh.

“I...no, actually...” Matsuda shrugged helplessly. “I...guess that is in fact a way high schoolers communicate sometimes...”

I haven’t gone to a normal high school...or a normal middle school for that matter.

“It is quite—unheard of if not prohibited for a princess to have such interests,” Sonia sighed. “But even if it is forbidden, my heart still longs for more when it comes to the subject of Freemasonry! Oh, but it’s purely academic!” She looks quite serious as she insists, “I could never dream of conspiring against the government.”

“A lot of people do find that stuff interesting,” Matsuda said. Sonia lit up only to deflate when he added, “I don’t think it’s that deep.”

“No?” Her head tilted. “You think it...kiddy?”

“In a way,” he admitted. “Cultism comes about through societal failings and instability. Political turmoil, lack of education, paranoia, peer pressure... People long for a sense of community by nature and they’re drawn to a charismatic figure who knows how to prey on the insecure and vulnerable. People just want someone else to tell them what to do, what to think, like fucking children and obviously, obviously, they get taken advantage of by the worst fucking types...”

Sonia’s eyes were wide.

“Oh! Matsuda-san, have you been in a cult before?!”

Matsuda immediately jolted. For some reason, he broke into a sweat. For another, his head hurt so much that he wanted to shut down then and there.

“...Matsuda-san?”

He needed to grip his hand and will them to stop shaking.

“...I... No.” He shook his head firmly, digging his nails into his arm, would’ve raked them through the flesh if not for the sleeve of his coat. “It’s, uh, just something I read one time.”

“You are looking quite pale,” Sonia remarked worriedly. “I apologize, Matsuda-san. I—think we should drop the subject for now. I do not wish to cause you untoward pain any longer.”

She draws back from him as if he’s too fragile to be near. It’s seriously annoying, especially when not only does Sonia look stricken with guilt, she also looks lonely.

“I...” He swallowed. “While I don’t think much of it, I do think it’s important to understand. It isn’t productive to just...dismiss it wholesale.”

Sonia does perk up.

“I agree,” she says, albeit tentative as she does. “To dismiss a different sense of values due to ignorance is foolish. Such ignorance leads to bloodshed. And—it is important for a member of the royal to expand one’s knowledge.”

He nods.

“I just...” He wants to bite his tongue clean off. “I guess it’s a sore subject for me...”

But w̴̟̹̠͐̿̋ḧ̶̟́y̷̘͓͛?

“I understand.” Sonia nodded back. “I apologize.”

“It’s fine,” he said. “Just...do what you can to guide your people right.”

With that, he gets up.

“Sorry,” he said, acting on autopilot now. “I need to go.”

He doesn’t look back.

“Oh, Matsuda-san!”

As usual, Sonia looked delighted to see him.

“What a pleasant surprise!” she exclaimed, every word dripping with sincerity. “Come, come! Sit with me! There is much I wish to discuss with you!”

“Yeah?” The closer he comes, the more she can see her stack of books. Quite a few of them have been shoved away, but the other titles—there actually seemed to be a couple of romance novels and recognizable manga. “What about...?”

Those are titles that have been adapted into TV dramas.

“The friendship between men and women as depicted in Turn On The Heart,” she explained. “If you do not know that title, then will a different J-drama suffice? Perhaps one of these?”

She offers one of the manga. Her intentions are clear, and he truly appreciates the gesture—but he’s read that title. It was one of the worst fucking things he ever skipped through. The love interest in it was just scary. And he was a spoiled rich brat. Urgh.

But the princess really isn’t that bad. She’s really trying to get along with me. Not a lot of people have done that unless they wanted in my pants or something.

He’s not so fucking full of himself that he’d assumed a goddamn princess would be interested. That, and he’s conscientious of that shit to begin with. Sonia was just friendly, not flirty.

“I do mostly read manga,” he said. “I guess I could recommend a title or two that’s been adapted?”

I haven’t watched a lot of dramas actually. I’ve had them going on in the background, but that’s...

His sharp eyes do notice the titles that Sonia had pushed away. They were various studies on cults throughout history. And an anthology on ghost stories.

“Matsuda-san.” When Sonia spoke, her tone was low. She stood up and bowed, making him jump. “I wish to sincerely apologize from the bottom of my heart! If I could, I’d throw myself at your feet! Alas, it’s improper for a princess...! I’m so fucking sorry!”

“Wow.” He didn’t even know how to respond. “If this is about what happened last time, it’s fine. It’s water under the bridge. I...”

I actually—don’t remember what happened. I ended up taking a lot more pills than I should’ve.

“Still!” Sonia exclaimed, shaking her head. “I asked you a very inappropriate question! It was quite uncouth! Thus—I wish to make out with you for it!”

“You don’t have to do that,” he said, meaning it figuratively and literally. “It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?!” Sonia’s frown deepened. “I... Despite my status, here I would like to be equals, Matsuda-san. Is that not possible?”

Equals, huh.

“When I came to Japan, I thought I could be considered a normal girl,” she said, and it sounded like a confession. “Perhaps...that had been...immature of me.”

It is immature, Matsuda agreed with as he bit his tongue. It’s beyond fucking immature. Even if you learn the language and go along with trends, you live in a fucking castle, Sonia. That’s not normal at all. Normal people are one bad fucking month away from losing everything they care about. It’ll take more than a damn month for a monarchy to topple. Especially one that’s absolute.

“If you insist so much, can I ask you a question?” He studied the way she perked up. How annoyingly eager she was to hear it. And how he—“It’s not going to be a pleasant one.”

“As long as it is about my personal inclinations or government secrets, I am willing to speak about it,” she told him, smiling sweetly.

She really was so painfully sweet sometimes.

Ä̷̮̖͇́̅̅͝ ̷̬̎̽c̴̨̛̥̳̙̔̈̊ͅo̵͕̤͠ṃ̵̻̒ͅp̸̭͕̽͝l̸͍͈͎̀è̶̛̝̫̒͗͝t̸̗͒̂̐e̴̛̳͔̾͐ ̵̧̼̐ô̸̞͇̖͋̽̀́ͅp̵͉̘͗̅̍͝p̴̖̙͑̊̒̆o̸̧͙̹̘̠͂s̴͈̀̕ị̶͇̅͛͝t̶͉͊e̴̲͈̩̫͠ ̴͔̺͔̙͗́̓̓̋f̶̺͂̚͘r̴̛̘̾͝o̶͍̭̯̖͐̐̓͛m̶̳͑̋—̷̱̘̩͙͓̇͒̏̋̉

“This isn’t your first time being kidnapped.”

It hadn’t been a question, despite himself. But a statement. A statement that drained all that sweetness from Sonia’s face, leaving behind calm stoicism. She looks so at ease and unshakeable that Matsuda could draw several conclusions if he wanted to.

But it seems tacky to make assumptions about what were traumatic experiences, regardless of those involved.

“I’ve read up on your country and there were reports of the royal family being abducted by insurgents,” he said, keeping his voice level. “It hadn’t mentioned those affected by name...but you were among them, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” Sonia spoke as if she were untouchable. “I was.”

“No wonder you’re so damn calm about all this,” Matsuda went to remark. “It’s not your first time. And...quite fucking frankly, this is literally the Bahamas of hostage situations.”

“Haha, I do not think we are in the Bahamas, Matsuda-san,” she replied, casual—but still with that flaring distance. “I believe we are in the middle of the Pacific, rather.”

...hah.

“That’s not important,” he snapped. “What was important was... Clearing the air, so to speak.”

“I see.” Sonia agreed with him like he’d kill her if she didn’t. “Then, have I been to your satisfaction, Matsuda-san?”

Matsuda stared at her. He reached out, and she didn’t even flinch. Not even when he snapped his fingers in front of her. Impressive, honestly.

She’s completely shut down.

“Do you want to talk about dramas? I kind of enjoyed Hana-Kimi.”

Sonia blinked, and it was like nothing happened at all. Especially with how she went back to smiling as she always did, dazzlingly open and amicable.

“I haven’t heard of it! Please tell me all about it!”

“If I remember correctly there were like, four adaptations, the first Taiwanese and the most recent a K-drama, actually, so...”

The two of them chat lightly like this for a while. Like a normal pair of high schoolers.

“Greetings, Matsuda-san! I have read the illustrious Hana-Kimi! And! I enjoyed it!”

“Good to hear...”

“There is much I wish to discuss about it!” Sonia exclaimed, but there was something strange. Her smile was so wide it looked strained. She was wearing more makeup than usual, especially on her cheeks and around the eyes. “I would also like to hear more recommendations, so...”

“Rough night?” Matsuda asked, and Sonia shut her mouth.

For a second, Sonia looked lost before she gave a weak laugh.

“Ahaha, I should’ve known that Matsuda-san would not be fooled. You’re quite sharp, after all. It’s one of the reasons I admire you.”

“Did you want me to pretend nothing was wrong?” Matsuda huffed. “I’d rather you not have to force yourself around me. With how shitty my attitude is, I’d be a hypocrite if I expected everyone on their best behavior....especially in this situation.”

“Truth be told, I do not mind it,” Sonia murmured. “In a way... I find it refreshing. Around Matsuda-san, I can just scream at the top of my lungs—Jesus Fucking Christ Bastard Of A Fuckity Fuck Bitch! And you wouldn’t bat a tongue-lash!” She took a deep breath. “That said...if we are to discuss further. I’d prefer we do so in my cottage.”

“Fine by me,” was Matsuda’s immediate response. That was all there was to it.

Without another word, he followed Sonia to her cottage. She led him inside, and the interior was so fancy that he felt like he’d be stoned if he didn’t remove his shoes right away.

Polished floors, elegant rugs, ivory silk sheets, and plush furniture—even a damn chandelier hanging about them... It at least looked like the inside of a high-end hotel suite. Even the way plants were arranged from the ones hanging from the wall to the potted plant in the corner and the vase on the table by a wide-screen television felt so prestigious and artful.

“Would you like a seat?” Sonia asked, indicating a loveseat that definitely costed more than he could get selling his ass on the street for a week. He sits down on it anyway. It’s annoying supple, and he can’t help but relax. Sonia is giggling at him, “I apologize for any messes. I am still getting a handle on cleaning as it were. And the shower.”

The rug had been a little damp under his feet. She must’ve accidentally flooded the floor. He should probably help her wash it so that it didn’t contract mold, but... There were more pressing matters.

Sonia clearly wanted to speak to him, but she was just standing there. Fidgeting and wavering.

“Nightmare?” he guessed. “Homesickness?”

“Both,” Sonia replied, chuckling a little. “As well as—that conversation we had earlier...weighing on my mind...”

Matsuda clicked his tongue but said nothing. Gave Sonia the time to take a deep breath.

“Back then, I was not permitted to show fear for my people’s sakes,” she recounted. “I was, after all, a princess before a person. But here... I do not know what I should do. Must I wait in silence for rescue? Shall I allow myself to scream and cry?” She was fidgeting. No, she was trying to distract herself from how badly her hands were shaking. “Say, Matsuda-san... You are...quite intelligent. And you never—you do not sweet talk. Tell me...what I should do.”

Matsuda stared at her. She kept her head bowed.

“Fuck if I know.” Matsuda sighed loudly. “Like holy shit, why you think I’ll know what to do? That’s illogical as fuck. You’re just being a coward by forcing someone else to make the decisions, princess.”

“I am aware,” she whispered.

“I’m not Togami,” he said. “I’m not going to seize control and tell everyone that it’s going to be fine. I’m...”

...not going to lie about that shit.

“I thought not.” Sonia laughs again. It’s almost an ugly sound. Scratchy and unbalanced, completely unbefitting and yet—perfect in this situation. “Matsuda-san, you may have the signals of a legendary hero... But, in reality, your scowling face is too remarkable.”

...

What the fuck did that even mean?

“The legendary hero of legend,” Sonia reiterated with the utmost seriousness. “The only fault with that—is your face, Matsuda-san! It’s not just remarkable, it’s beautiful!”

What the FUCK is she talking about?

“I would still like to take you with me to my kingdom, once we escape from here,” Sonia went on. “Even if you are not a destined one, you would make for a wonderful advisor and companion. I wish to continue our conversations—and even if it is cowardly, I also wish to look towards you in times of need.”

What the fuck is going on?!

“I...” He’s confused. He’s so hopelessly confused. And yet... And yet... “I heard the medical practice in your country is nothing to sneeze at...so I can’t deny being interested.”

“Splendid! Then—let us continue working together, Matsuda-san!” Sonia clapped her hands. Another dazzling smile, an even more radiant laugh. Just like that, she was back at peak princess. “Ho, ho, hey!”

“Hey, hey, ho...”

Despite that, there’s a lot unsaid. We haven’t really talked, either. We’re just pushing on with forced optimism, filling our heads with empty reassurances and promises in the hope that it’ll be enough to carry us through.

It could very well be. In a situation like this, keeping ahold of one’s morale was pretty fucking prudent. Even if he and Sonia knew shit all about how to lead, they had no choice but to keep stumbling and scrambling. Hoping for the best.

Sometimes... That’s all we really need.

#sdr2 #sonia nevermind #yasuke matsuda #matsuda yasuke #dr0 #Magi fics #Protag Matsun

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tea-twords · 3 years

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OKAY IM FINALLY GONNA TELL YOU ABOUT THE AU I SHIFTED TO

IM WARNING YOU THIS IS GOING TO BE VERY LONG, AND FULL OF ME RANTING ABOUT MY OWN WEIRD IDEAS, SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Like I said, it was the Danganronpa Actor Au I thought up, and I've written some of it down (I'm not gonna share though). There's a bunch of rarepair couples in it because I like rarepairs, but there's also some of the normal ones.

So they all attend Hope's Peak, With the SDR2 cast being the oldest ones, the DR1 cast being a year after them, the DRV3 cast being a year after *them*, and then Komaru, Yuta, Natsumi, and Kanon.

Komaru shares the title of SHSL Little Sister with Natsumi, Yuta is the SHSL Track Racer, and Kanon is the SHSL steamstress/tailor. I know Kanon's talent dosen't make much sense for her character, but we had to have a tailor in there somewhere.

Another thing about Kanon, she is Leon's sister instead of cousin, and her full name is Kanon Kuwata instead of Kanon Nakajima. And she is most definitely *not* madly in love with Leon.

Rantaro does have 12 younger sisters in this, and one of them is part of it, her name being Tetsu Amami, and feel free to ask any questions about her, as she does have an interesting backstory! If you want to picture what she looks like, she's almost the spitting image of Kanna Kizuchi. Also, she gets really close to Miu and Kokichi.

Speaking of Miu and Kokichi, they are literally best friends behind the scenes. Them and Tetsu. Inseparable.

Komaru is very protective over Makoto and Toko. Even before hope's peak, Makoto's family practically adopted Toko, due to her rough past. Natsumi is protective over Fuyuhiko and Peko, too, but they don't need as much protection.

Tenko does not hate men. She is nice to all.

Hifumi and Teruteru are not perverts, in any way behind the scenes. After filming, you can see Hifumi profusely apologizing to Sayaka and Sayaka being like "IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT". Same with Teruteru and Peko.

Izuru and Hajime are twins! Izuru has a personality, a great one in fact. Izuru is also exactly 14 minutes older than Hajime, and he will never let him live it down. Their Talents are SHSL Editor (Izuru) and SHSL Hairdresser (Hajime). I know they don't make any sense but hear me out: Izuru keeps his hair really long so Hajime could practice with it. And an editor is needed for the filming and everything, probably.

Izuru and Mahiru are the main camera men! Mahiru does the more difficult shots to film, and she taught Izuru how to film the easier things. They do eventually become a couple❤️

Celeste is quite nicer behind the scenes, actually. And the drills are not fake. That was Hajime's work. The accent is, though. Speaking of Celeste, Sonia is her blood related older sister from Noveselic! Her full name is Celestia Nevermind.

Chihiro's a bit different, too! He was originally a bit embarrassed about having to wear a skirt, but once he actually put it on, he felt like the king he is. He's also less timid and meek. He still is, of course, but if you offered him $50 if he said "Fuck", he would do it without hesitation, much to the surprise of literally everyone. Then he'd hold out his hand like "There, I said it. I want my money now."

Byakuya is not an asshole. He was at first, but he dropped it once he got close to everyone. It was Komaru that nudged him to drop it, so they are pretty close and Komaru also gives him her protection.

Tsumugi is the one who wrote all of the scripts, and pretty much came up with everything herself. We respect her for that in this Au.

Nagito and Mikan met a little while before Hope's Peak. They were friends when they arrived and joined their class.

Junko voiced all of the Monokuma's. All of them. Monokubs as well. She has really good voice talent, though being the SHSL Model. She did the "So long, bear well!" Thing with all five voices at once. It's literally scary, Chihiro once cried out of fear.

Hiyoko is not mean! At all! She's just as innocent as she looks, and didn't swear at all before they began to film. Fuyuhiko had to teach her how to swear without stuttering. Mahiru was horrified.

Although everyone is friends with pretty much everyone, there are a few little groups in them. The one of focus mostly is Tsumugi, Kaede, Shuichi, and Rantaro. Tsumugi killing off Rantaro and Kaede first, and it being her doing all along was just her being a friend:). Also love suites. Love suites were to just to torture poor Shuichi. They had to act them out. Not the actual...like...that..., Just the dialogues and the motions. Which are still pretty fucking embarrassing to act. Shuichi cried during the filming of a total of 6 love suites.

Himiko👏can👏do👏magic👏! Magic is real here. Himiko has been blessed with the magic. She can float things, and saw people in half, and escape water tanks and things like that. But there is truly no trick, only maaaagiiic.

Now for the part you all like: Tickles. Tickles happen very often. Very very often. Himiko actually had learned that she could tickle people with her Magic. Kokichi runs in the room with his class, screaming, telling them to run for their lives, for Himiko is unstoppable now. Nearly the whole class fucking books it out of the room, Maki, Kirumi, Kork, and Ryoma sitting there like "Aha I'm in danger", while Tsumugi and Angie laugh in not being ticklish.

Hrjsjjehejeheuahe thank you for reading this far and listening to my rant about my Alternative Universe Fantasies, everyone is 100% free to ask any questions!

#Tea's Danganronpa Actor Au #I absolutely refuse to tag every character

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoldretired · 4 years

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uhhhh pregame headcanon time

mostly himiko time but i got a few others to. also just so yal know, i prefer the pg! au where its a simulation a la sdr2. so. context.

HIMIKO TIME pg!himiko got her talent mostly as like a sick joke bc she’s desperate for meaning, so they give her a meaningless talent ahaha. but also. i think she’d prob practice witchcraft or like, or maybe just like really interested. also her magic talent comes from the fact she’s specialized in the slip of the hand if you know what i mean. the five finger discount. the buy none get all free deal. she’s a klepto, you guys.

but besides that she like, really dislikes dr and thinks all of these guys are total weirdos but also she’s here so she’s a weirdo too.

basically the same super apathetic kind of useless everyone’s a comedian personality as in drv3. but this time taking NO ONE’s bullshit super adamant about how she’s against killing and won’t do it.

i want to see her insult lazily insult everyone else there bc she just cannot give a shit. regular himiko is depressed but in denial. pg himiko is depressed and leans way too far into that apathy.

would bully the dr kinnies bc htat’s what pg characters are aksdlfjdal

i could see her getting some threats about her going first and how ppl cant wait to kill her and she’s like good! yes! please, thank you so much.

kaito: cant wait to make you the first victim himiko: yea well cant wait to see you choke on your own blood space cowboy

on a side note, bc she’s surrounded by a bunch of people who literally cannot wait to have the chance to murder, she starts carrying one of those long tasers, covers it with floam and glitter, and carries it in a wand holster. ppl try to threaten her till shes like baap baap you had somethin to say?

while she has slight of hand and some basic witchcraft down she’d prob really enjoy learning magic. tricks are fun. soemtimes she’ll do some to entertain people, but is really facetious when she says its magic. dr is literally a joke to her she is taking NONE of this seriously

ok but like bc i like to make myself suffer - i think she would’ve been friends with rantaro’s sister in school and like, comforted her during all of 52. himiko auditioned for 53 as like a joke but when she got in their friendship ended bc it felt like a betrayal to amami’s sister. angery.

she also has a weird relationship with amami bc she knew him from before, but pre 52 is not the same as post 52. she’s also like, one of the few people to treat rantaro as a normal person, so he appreciates that. he might ask questions about how his sister was going and himiko would be honest that it really fucked her up, but now, two people she loved are going on the show. so that’ll be worse.

when they’re both out of the game afterwards they spend a lot of time with rantaro’s sister, just making sure she’s ok. they both really goofed it up. but they gotta try to recover.

also bc i like to make myself suffer - p much her only friend in the pg like, photoshoots and prep time (prob a month) was korekiyo bc they were the two seminormal people who didn’t wat to be there. she was there bc she lacked all meaning, and kork was there to run away from home. i could see kork legitimately being interested in what himiko is learning and she could give them like, tarot readings or stuff. they made promises about how they’d stay friends and work together to make it out and teach people that you don’t have to be violent to win.

when she gets out she remembers all these memories of their time together and the promises they made. maybe evne finds some photos or videos of the two of them together on her phone. she cries a lot for lost friendship/time

i do think their friendship would recover with a lot of therapy and time. but i’m talking a LOT of therapy and time.

related, i don’t think himiko can be friends with angie after the betrayals in dr, she’d stay friends with tenko, but have to set hard boundaries. i honestly realy hate tenko and himiko as a couple for the same reason i hate souda and sonia as a couple.

uhhhhh she hates kaito’s guts

kaito hates hers

he LITERALLY is so excited to kill her like seeing her makes him see red

OK HARD SHIFT OVER TO RANTARO: rantaro’s whole schtick in 52 was a cowboy adventurer motif complete with the hat and a corduroy jacket. he keeps the jacket but not the hat, at least in training. it takes a while for his voice to adjust back to normal

rantaro was only chosen as a sacrifice for 53 bc he was either the mastermind or one of the final blackened, so his co ppl decided it as a punishment. you thought playing villain would win huh? fuk u. 2nd game amami

his hair was NOT green in 52 i could see him hving another pastel color like purple or silver tho

KORK: kork was running away from home and is super timid/quiet. really keeps to themselves. keeps the facemask ON as a protective measure might get misgendered a few times by kaito bc pg kaito is a dick but himiko would bite his head off for that.

is super uncomfortable with their whole motif/outfit and is constantly worried its foreshadowing they’re gonna be a villain. himiko tries to console them and be like lol no that’d be way too obvious like evne if you do kinda look like a nazi on the dl they wouldn’t make it THAT obvious would they

they rlly would

everyone gets makeovers during the pg to fit their characters and they watned to cut kork’s hair and its literlaly the first time anyone saw them display any aggression pg. so instead they just let it be.

also pg wears it in a bun at the base of their neck insead of down bc its more convenient

kaito memeota: pg kaito is a piece of shit but we know that. but also i cant decide if he’s like, a piece of shit only in intervies and super full of himself but not as bad as he seems. or if he’s actually the type to kill a bird with his hands for a sick rush.

the type to beat his wife.

i love game kaito but the idea of pg kaito being the biggest piece of shit mother fucker is so interesting

doesn’t know jackshit about space and has to work damn HARD for that ultimate

idk would prob say the n word or something when he’s singing along to rap music. or maybe just period i could say pg kaito beig the worst

ryoma im telling u i do not think they changed a thing from his backstory and just erased the memories of him auditioning/training. i think that’s literally just him.

this guy has a box mod

kirumi worked in a hot topic/starbucks and that’s why she’s organized

actually really hates spiders and her motif freaks her out

chain smokes

actually really hates politics and is very prolific with her antifascist/activist beliefs and is PISSEd when she’s presented her backstory

would give people stick and pokes in the bathroom

owns a nightmare before christmas hoodie she wears to sleep and is mortified when someone finds it in the wash

ANGIE is a conspiracy theorist and flat earther and like. an amazing athiest type

literally the worst but so charismatic about it

prob runs a successful conspiracy podcast

facts and logic

pissed she didn’t get supreme leader

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nadisabug · 5 years

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Fictober 2019-Day 13

Title: Chapter 11: Trust

Prompt number: 13 "I never knew it could be this way." Fandom: Danganronpa (SDR2) AU: ;) a surprise Rating: T (teen, I’m just going to have them all at teen bc. well. its a murder mystery game) Warnings: none Tags: SuperDanganronpa2, Komahina A/N:This was supposed to go up last night but there’s been problems in my house and my roomie and i had to take care of it :/ Ill try to get the next one out tonight, though, since I had this written last night. also!! this one is short :( sorry! i literally have no in between, i either write 2000+ or 500 and i am not particularly fond of this one. oh well. ill make it up later.

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Nagito heard voices first.

He heard them through cotton. They were muted and soft, but still recognizable. He wanted to ignore them and sleep longer, but as usual for Nagito, that was not an option. He was a horrible sleeper.

So, he slowly focused in on the voices. He shifted and opened his eyes.

It was blurry at first, but then he caught sight of Kuzuryu.

Nagito tried to speak, but all that came out was a croak. His voice was thick with disuse, the normal grit after waking up. Kuzuryu heard though, and looked over.

"Sleeping beauty finally up, eh?"

"I wouldn't say beauty," Saionji's voice quipped. Nagito heard Koizumi chastise her, but he didn't care enough to listen.

"I remembered."

Kuzuyru's eyes widened and the whole room drew in a breath.

"Not everything," Nagito quickly supplied after. He pushed himself up, faltering as his head spun. Kuzuryu walked over and helped him the rest of the way so that he could sit up. "Thank you. I remembered parts. Enough to know we have been lied to."

"Explain," Nevermind ordered. Nagito did not have to look at her to tell what she looked like. Stern. Serious. Cold. This was serious.

He picked his words carefully, doing his best to explain, but not give away too much. "There was some sort of uprising started by one of our own, an Ultimate." Nagito swallowed. Speaking about this person sent chills down his spine and made his stomach upset. Nagito didn't know why, but he wasn't sure he wanted to. "They used a Reserve Course student and manipulated them into turning all of the Reserve Course students against us. Something... something happened and the student changed their mind and instead lead the students against the school. As a result, they were expelled and that's the real reason there is no more Reserve Course."

There was silence for a moment.

"Bullshit," Saionji snorted. "A Reserve Course student couldn't have-"

"He could have," Nagito whirled on her. "He did."

Saionji smirked. "So it was a boy, huh? Was he cute?"

"That's not-"

"He was wasn't he? Komaeda likes boys!"

"Saionji!" Koizumi said once more. At that, Saionji stood down, but she kept the smirk on her face.

"It was his voice that led him, that was his talent."

"But I thought you said he was a Reserve?" Nevermind asked.

"He was," Nagito conceded, speaking slowly. He didn't want to give them too much information. If they found out that this was the same boy that he supposedly ditched Kuzuyru for (the story the school had come up with) they wouldn't believe the rest. "But he was more than that. He radiated a hope so wonderful and all encompassing, he was the Ultimate Hope. His presence just made you feel like no matter how bad it got that at some point it would get better. I..."

Nagito hesitated. He knew what he wanted to say. "I never knew it could be that way. Life. To actually look forward to the next day because you might get to see Hinata smile. Hear his laugh, hear his voice, even just hear him breathe. I never knew life could be so full of hope for the future."

But he did not say that.

"I think you guys will remember him too." Nagito looked around the room. Everyone seemed very skeptical of Nagito's words.

"Can you tell us anything else? Anything about this boy that would help prove Hope's Peak is a danger?"

Nagito licked his lips, then pressed them into a thin line. "No. I can't really tell you more about the boy, but I can tell you about the uprising and the one in our class who started it."

The eerily silent room remained quiet, as everyone thought, and Nagito waited for their answer.

#fictober19 #komahina #hinakoma #super dangan ronpa 2 #danganronpa #komaeda x hinata #nagito x hajime #fictober day 13 #nagito komaeda #hinata hajime #and you waited for their answer too lol #kinda sorry about that #but at best youll get another installment tonight #haha i need to catch up #:') this is fine #okay ill stop ranting now lol

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komahinasecretexchange · 6 years

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Title : Hinata’s Body

Author : @kleine-aster

For : @yuzuria

Rating/Warnings : T. Some angst, some unrequited feelings, some sadness and an android body

Prompt : Any setting (can be regular hpa / tdp au or something else) where Hinata and Kamukura are separate with Hinata and Komaeda having feelings for each other (can have established rship or not) and Kamukura having unrequited feelings for Komaeda

Author’s Notes : Okay so I was very intrigued by the idea of Hinata and Kamukura being separate, so what I decided to do was write a story where Kamukura is the one who survives after the end of SDR2 while Hinata sacrifices himself, but might still exist on a hard drive. After pulling the others out of the program, Kamukura is using his genius brain to build a new body for his other self, and naturally Komaeda takes way too much interest in it, while Kamukura takes an interest in him.

It turned out really weird. But hey, it’s written with love so I hope you like!

“How’s it going, Kamukura?” Komaeda asks as he makes his entrance, holding a plate of food.

“It’s fine,” he replies, without looking up from his work.

It’s an empty exchange, a friendly puff of smoke. Komaeda seems to find it reassuring when Kamukura tells him what the status is, and Kamukura humors him.

They do this every night. They have a routine; a ritual.

He should hate it.

There is no point to him being fine or not fine, and there is no point in making Komaeda feel better or worse. But it’s not something he used to do, so it’s a progression. A movement. It’s better than inertia, which makes his brain feel like a hill of fire ants.

So he doesn’t hate it.

He doesn’t lie, either. He feels fine. He’s been working on Hinata for weeks now, and he hasn’t grown bored of it yet. It’s surprising, which in itself is welcome. Building a whole person from scratch, a person that, once finished, will be indistinguishable from a human being, is a difficult task that presents a new problem every day. Every piece of Hinata is like a clockwork that has to be meticulously crafted. It sharpens his mind and helps him focus on something beside the deep monotony of existing in a world this slow.

The Hope Cultivation plan has taken Hajime Hinata apart, and now Izuru Kamukura will put him back together. It’ll be his ultimate triumph. And it provides him with something to spend his time on, as Nidai’s softball league is not an option.

Every day, he spends hours in the laboratory with Souda, soaking up his talent and knowledge as they discuss some of the more mechanical aspects of the body he’s building, and then he works alone until late at night. And every evening, around the same time, Komaeda comes to visit him to bring him dinner and ask a variation of the same question, to which Kamukura gives a variation of the same answer.

No-one has tasked Komaeda with coming to him. The Ultimates seem extremely nervous to task Komaeda with anything at all. He comes here because he wants to.

For a while, Kamukura had thought he knew the reason. Then he’d realized he was wrong; it’s rare, but it happens.

When he’d last seen Nagito Komaeda, he’d been ready to slobber all over his shoes. But Nagito Komaeda’s interests have shifted. It makes him more tolerable. Less predictable, too.

It’s better than what he was before.

“Put it there,” he says, with a curt nod toward his unoccupied work desk.

He turns his gaze away from Hinata’s wrist, which is open, bleeding wires all over his workspace, to quietly follow the movement of Komaeda’s hips as he comes over with his offering of food. It’s pleasing to look at and it entertains him. He doesn’t care about the food outside of knowing he needs it to live, but he’s grown to like that part. Komaeda hasn’t noticed yet; it’s a side-effect of his low self-esteem.

He hears the clink of the plate as it’s set down almost tenderly, and then the soft huskiness of his voice.

“Please remember to eat, Kamukura. We all want you to take care of yourself.”

He sounds painfully, aggressively pleasant. Kamukura used to find it grating, but by now he’s mildly fascinated by all that effort Komaeda puts into an act that nobody seems particularly interested in. He’s seen him how he really is. He’s seen the depth and the madness. The sweet demeanor is a nervous tic, like a cough, a twitching eye. A symptom of something deeper and uglier.

He’s -

- not a thought worth pursuing.

Kamukura directs his attention back to Hinata’s new body on the slab in front of him. It’s almost finished; it already looks more like a sleeping young man than it used to, covered to its chest in a sheet, eyes closed peacefully, a soft restful expression on its face. It’s one of the best things Kamukura has ever done in his brief life. But it won’t be a masterpiece until he uploads Hinata’s conscience back into it. It’s waiting on his desk, contained in a half-melted hard drive.

Kamukura is confident he’ll be able to do it. He’d call it giving him his soul back, if he thought in those terms.

It’s what Gods do.

“May I have a look?”

Komaeda stands beside the desk, humbly waiting to be called on like some pet, smiling as if he doesn’t care either way. But this is it. This is why he’s really here.

Komaeda is in love. He’s in love with what Kamukura is doing. He’s passionate about it, which is the one thing Kamukura envies, because it’s not something he can feel. He can’t even conceptualize wanting something this much.

“Turning a hopeless outcome into a hopeful one,” he’d exclaimed when Kamukura had revealed his plan for the first time. “How wonderful!”

“Drivel”, Kamukura had replied, but Komaeda had kept coming back, anyway.

He huffs in response to the never-changing question. “Stop asking. You know I don’t care.”

He doesn’t mind love. It makes people stupid, but it also makes them act out in ways that aren’t always predictable. It pushes them to extremes sometimes. Komaeda is one such person. He’s prone to extremes. Once he has his permission, he moves fast. He approaches the slab with a bounce in his step, eyes glinting excitedly. If Kamukura lets him, he’ll follow him around the lab like a ghost, following his every move, every little touch he puts on Hinata’s body. He’d sit on Kamukura’s shoulder if he could. Sometimes, he stands so close he’s breathing on him. She used to do that, too. But Enoshima had always smelled bubblegum sweet, like cherry and strawberry and artifice. Komaeda has a scent that’s more unique to him and the effect is different.

He’s concluded that Hinata had probably been attracted to him, even if it was subconsciously. It would explain why Kamukura reacts to him, too. Residue.

“Be quiet,” he advises him, before diving back into tinkering with Hinata’s wrist. The wires have to be laid carefully, like single strings of hair. He’s tied up his own hair so it won’t get in the way. He works for a while, with Komaeda standing next to him, before he notices how quiet he is.

“If you don’t start breathing again you’ll pass out soon,” he remarks.

“…”

There’s a long exhale as Komaeda squeezes out all the air he’s been holding in, because of course he’d stopped breathing when Kamukura told him to be quiet. He’s stupid for someone who is occasionally smart, and normally Kamukura wouldn’t interfere. But if Komaeda drops, he’ll have to step around his unconscious body while he works and it’d be a bother.

“Thanks - ”

“I told you to be quiet.”

“…”

“Tissue.”

Komaeda already knows the command. Kamukura hears him roam around for a moment, and then he’s back, delicately dabbing a piece of cloth against his forehead to get rid of the sweat, so he doesn’t have to interrupt his work. He does it earnestly, like it’s the most important thing in his life. His touch is cool and pleasant. His voice is soft.

“Good?”

“Yes.”

Kamukura sees him smile in the corner of his vision. It takes him a moment to notice he’s not smiling at him.

“It’s beautiful,” Komaeda says, eyes trained on Hinata’s resting body.

He’s beautiful.

Is what he means.

But he doesn’t even know. Because he’s stupid for a smart person.

Kamukura drops his pincer into the tray. “I’m tired of you now,” he announces. “Get out.”

***

“Kamukura, how’s it goi - oh! I’m sorry.”

That’s different. That’s not like yesterday or the day before. That’s not how the routine goes.

Kamukura wrinkles his brow. He tries to determine the cause. Now he’s sorry? What is he sorry for? Why -

Oh.

It’s that.

Hinata is naked. Earlier tonight, he’d had to do some work on his inner thigh, and he hasn’t covered him back up yet, since there was no point to it. And now Komaeda is standing in the door with his plate, looking like someone who’s seen something he shouldn’t have.

Foolish.

“Put it there,” he says, because Komaeda is being useless.

“Right! Of course.”

He hurries to place his dinner on the desk, lowering his gaze as he passes by Hinata’s body, which…

Stupid.

“You - um. You seem quite busy, so maybe I should - I should leave,” he offers once he’s done, which is new. “… Yeah.”

He says that and then shuffles his feet, like someone who doesn’t want to leave at all. Kamukura tires of games like that, stating one thing and meaning another.

He looks up from his work to fixate him with crimson eyes. “Does his nudity bother you?”

“No -!”

Too loud. Hoarse, too.

He catches himself, but the embarrassment in his little laugh is telling. “Not at all. It’s all scientific, right?”

Kamukura watches him try and fail not to peek. His voice grows even throatier. “He’s - ah. H-he’s quite anatomically correct.”

“Why would I build him anatomically incorrect,” Kamukura huffs, when his engineer’s pride spikes for a moment. Then he realizes that Komaeda, being Komaeda, hasn’t intended to say that out loud.

The Ultimate Lucky Student doesn’t blush; it’s something Kamukura has noticed. Whether it’s a symptom of his failing health or a quirk of nature he doesn’t know. But he knows that he’d be blushing right now if he could.

He has an impulse he finds hard to resist. “I used my own measurements for everything,” he comments, casually, reaching for another tool on his work bench.

It’s a painfully obvious statement, deeply pointless. Yet it pleases him to say it. It pleases him, too, when he hears Komaeda swallow at that. He feels it, in his chest and at the base of his spine, and he likes that it makes him feel.

Komaeda can’t seem to tear his eyes away from Hinata, even though now he’s pointedly not looking there. Kamukura watches him fidget with his hands, and instinctively knows that he is fighting the urge to take Hinata’s sheet and tenderly cover him up, as if he was alive and not a thing for now. What a fanciful, gentle notion.

It gives him another impulse. He shoots him a sly look from behind fine dark hair.

“You can help me with something.”

This makes him finally look away from Hinata and at Kamukura. His surprise is genuine. “Me? Really?”

“Yes. It’s what I said.”

Komaeda’s pale face lights up at that, and it makes him look more like the submissive puppy Kamukura remembers from the boat. It’s not as revolting as it used to be.

“Feel free to direct me however you want,” he purrs, eyes nearly glazing over at the thought of being involved in the process.

He never seems to notice when his brain picks words like that.

Kamukura feels a slight stirring of something physical, but it doesn’t matter. It’s unimportant for the purpose of this exercise.

He takes a step back from the slab and nods in Hinata’s direction.

“Touch him.”

Komaeda fidgets again. He’s nervous. Eager. But nervous. “Where…?”

It’s slowing things down, and it’s tiresome. Komaeda has always wanted to touch Hinata, it’s exhausting to watch him pretend he doesn’t. Kamukura would roll his eyes if it wasn’t such a trivial and performative thing to do.

“Wherever. It doesn’t matter.”

He waits while Komaeda approaches Hinata’s body, cautiously, as if he is precious. Which he is; there’s a fortune’s worth of tech inside him. But that’s not what it is. He looms over him, hand hovering, looking unsure and captivated. Kamukura sees his eyes dart toward what’s between Hinata’s legs for a moment and that’s very expected, but then he settles on touching his arm.

Kamukura knows what shyness looks like. Shyness is frustrating because it delays things. But many people seem to consider it sweet. Hinata might have, if he’d seen it.

He doesn’t want to look at it anymore, so he looks at the controls on his tablet instead. “His skin is a new blend of specialty silicone,” he explains. “It’s supposed to feel exactly like real skin.”

He looks up to where Komaeda is awkwardly, gingerly touching Hinata’s arm as if he’s afraid to wake him up.

“How does he feel?”

“Real. But. Cold.”

The corners of Komaeda’s nicely shaped mouth turn downward.

“He feels like a corpse,” he says. He says it with authority, because he has most likely touched more dead bodies than Kamukura cares to know.

He sounds like he’s in mourning, which annoys him.

“It can’t be a corpse if it never was alive,” he coldly points out, even though they both already know. “But keep touching it. I need to check something.”

Komaeda nods. He looks solemn, tightening his grip around Hinata’s arm.

When Kamukura looks back at his tablet, he feels the spark of something. It must be excitement. He’s been waiting to do this, and Komaeda is a better guinea pig than he could have ever asked for. He wants to see his reaction as much as he wants to see if it works.

He puts his finger on one of the levels on his screen, which is set at zero, and slowly begins turning it up.

It doesn’t take long before his guinea pig begins to stir.

“Oh!”

Komaeda’s lips part. His eyes grow wide, then begin darting back and forth between the arm he’s touching and Kamukura working in his tablet. Whenever he looks at him, he looks at him as if he was doing magic.

Kamukura doesn’t hate when he looks at him like that.

“How about now?”

“Its - incredible.”

Komaeda begins to smile, shakily and unsteadily, the kind of smile that can dissolve into tears within seconds. He’s trembling all over, clutching Hinata’s arm as if he won’t let go again.

“Does it feel real?”

“Yes. He’s - he’s warm. He feels alive. Oh -”

Komaeda’s fingers caress Hinata’s artificial skin, slide down until he reaches his hand, and then takes it. He squeezes it as if it could feel, and then he looks up at the body’s face with brightness and hope as if he expects it to make an expression, open its eyes, because somehow he feels so much that he forgets what it is. Kamukura wonders what it’s like to feel this much. It must be tiring. He’s growing tired merely looking at it.

Kamukura has real skin. The skin that used to belong to Hinata. Komaeda could touch it, if he wanted. But even if he did, he wouldn’t act like that, he wouldn’t -

…

So the tech works. That’s all he needed to know.

He turns the level that controls Hinata’s body heat back down again. Watches Komaeda’s face fall as it grows colder and colder under his touch, until it’s fully cold again.

“Don’t get so worked up. There’s nothing in there,” he tells him.

Komaeda’s mouth turns into a thin, trembling line. “I know.”

He abruptly lets go of the body’s hand and turns away.

“Excuse me,” he mutters, then he rushes out of the lab before Kamukura can kick him out, which has never happened before.

“Thanks for the demonstration,” Kamukura says, but he doesn’t seem to hear.

***

Komaeda doesn’t come by the next day. But he returns the day after that. When he pokes his head in and asks, “How’s it going, Kamukura,” it’s lacking.

Kamukura knows he has hurt his feelings. But feelings are immaterial, so it cannot be helped.

“Fine,” he responds. “Put it there.”

Komaeda follows his orders as he always does. The movement of his hips is stiffer than usual, but Kamukura still likes watching it.

“Tissue,” he says, to see if he’ll do it.

He hesitates for longer than usual (when he hadn’t hesitated at all), but then he’s there, next to him, dabbing his forehead. His touch is as cool and gentle as always.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come by yesterday,” he says, voice warm and pleasant, resetting things. It makes sense. He still needs him, after all. “I couldn’t - couldn’t make it.”

“I was bored without you,” Kamukura replies, because lies are a waste of time.

“Oh?” Komaeda says, and then nothing else, but he stays.

He stays quietly by his side while Kamukura closes the skin over Hinata’s finished wrist, smoothes it until there’s not a trace of his painstaking work left. It looks more perfect every day.

“It won’t be long now,” he says. It’s good to have someone to say things to, so it’s good he’s here. He thinks that, once Komaeda has no need for him anymore, he might miss it. He will know what it’s like to miss something. That’s a progression, too.

He hears a sudden, fluttering intake of breath beside him and looks over. Komaeda is quick to flash him a smile, but it’s too late. He’s seen it. He’s seen the longing and the fear. He hasn’t meant to make him emotional, but he should’ve figured. Komaeda has been waiting for Hinata to come back, but he doesn’t know what will happen if he does.

It must be interesting not to know things before they happen.

For a moment, he reflects on whether or not he should tell him. Then he does.

“You will be with him when he’s back.”

Komaeda relaxes, and nods at that. Nods but doesn’t get it. “Y-Yes, of course, if he’ll tolerate me. I could keep watch, or… or fetch things - I’m sure Hinata will be confused when he wakes up like this, and if he needs -”

“No.”

Kamukura shakes his head. It’s tiring to have to explain something so obvious.

“You will be with him when he’s back.”

“Oh.”

Komaeda’s face looks blank. Then shocked.

“Oh!”

He doesn’t blush, but Kamukura knows that if he touched his face now, it’d be hot. It would be easy to grab his face, and he wants to, but he doesn’t.

The next thing Komaeda does is laugh. Anxiously. Panicky. “I doubt it.”

“You doubt it, but you want it.”

His smile looks forced. His words are too. “Let’s not talk about things that don'tmatter, Kamukura.”

“It matters to you.”

He can’t help it. He analyzes. It’s the only thing he does, and he can’t stop until he gets bored. He’s been waiting to get bored of him for weeks and he hasn’t.

Komaeda looks desperate. Then humiliated. Then his face grows smooth and cold, which only happens once the sweetness melts away and all that’s left is someone who is tired of living.

“Yes,” he then says. “But it’s hardly my decision, is it?”

He nods at the body lying between them. “It’s his. And I don’t think -”

“You shouldn’t think. You should listen.”

He leans over to him, face stern, red eyes glowing, and Komaeda snaps to attention. It’s what he does. Strictness works on him, and if this world was different, if it didn’t have Hinata in it, Kamukura would make him do all kinds of things. But it’s not that world. Kamukura could’ve flushed that hard drive down the toilet. He’s considered it. But he hasn’t. Because killing Hinata would break Komaeda. And he’s seen him broken before. It wasn’t that interesting. He doesn’t want to see it again.

“It will be as I say,” he tells him.

He watches Komaeda search his face, wanting to believe, but failing. It annoys Kamukura that he’s so good at fooling himself into believing all kinds of things, except this. Except for the possibility that someone might love him.

It annoys him a lot.

He lacks the patience to explain. How he and Hinata used to be one until they weren’t. And how he still knows things, even if they’re not his things. So this will have to do.

“I can see the outcome,” he says. “And I’m always right.”

***

“I’m a robot now?” Hinata asks, sounding equal parts elated and terrified.

“Hyperrealistic android would be a better description,” Kamukura remarks helpfully, which doesn’t make him look any less confused. Now that he’s been restored to his original state, Hinata’s brain is average and processes things averagely.

“Yes! Isn’t it amazing?”

Komaeda beams, sitting by his bed and holding a mirror up for him so he can see. It’s clear he would prefer to hold Hinata’s hand instead, but is too shy to do it. Kamukura assumes they will have to do this at their own pace, which will be mind-numbingly slow.

“Look at how much better you look than Mechamaru!”

Despite his confusion and, most likely, trauma, Hinata smiles at that. His smile is crooked, but it’s full of warmth and humor and life, all the things that Kamukura lacks.

“Don’t let Souda hear that,” he says. Then his expression turns serious. “Wait, he’s here, right? He’s safe?”

“Yes. We’re all here. We’ve been waiting for you.” Komaeda is very nearly vibrating with excitement. Kamukura has never seen him this happy. Genuinely happy. He’s living, and he wants to live, for now. “Everyone wants to meet the Ultimate Android.”

“The what,” Hinata presses out from between his teeth, looking panicked.

“He’s been calling you that for days,” Kamukura informs him.

“Of course he has,” Hinata mumbles.

Komaeda puts the mirror down to finally put his hand on Hinata’s. The way he’s petting it looks manic, but it seems to have a positive effect.

“You always wanted to be special, didn’t you? Now look at you. You’re more than that. You’re a miracle.”

His voice cracks, dripping so heavily with affection that Kamukura’s teeth start aching, but Hinata doesn’t even pay attention. He’s looking at his new body, patting himself down with timid, incredulous awe.

“I can’t believe this,” he whispers. He looks up at Kamukura. “You. You did this. You didn’t have to. I don’t know what to say.”

He shrugs. “It was fun.”

He doesn’t know what else to say, either. In the end, that’s what it was. He’d had fun. As close to fun as he got.

“I hope you’re as interesting alive as you were to build,” he adds, crossing his arms.

Hinata looks very disturbed by that for moment, but then his face grows determined. He cocks a brow at him, and Kamukura thinks that even though he’s average, he’s not to be underestimated.

“Thanks,” he says, “I’ll try.”

He turns his attention back to Komaeda, and when he does, Kamukura sees about 80 different emotions rush across his face, and knows he’s been correct about everything.

Hinata’s voice changes when he talks to him. “I’m sorry I screamed when I saw you.”

Komaeda hurries to wave his concerns away. “Don’t worry about it! I like it when you scream at me. I - I mean I don’t mind. I mean, I understand. I mean -”

“Yeah,” Hinata chimes in, as if he knows what he means.

The way they talk to each other is so roundabout and strange. It’s frustrating. Kamukura doesn’t know how they can stand it. But he can see that they do.

“I’ll get the Mechanic.”

He needs to leave. Between Komaeda’s unfiltered adoration and Hinata’s flustered joy, he might as well be a stone.

“He should take a look at you. I’ll explain your basic functions later. Don’t touch the small elevation at the top of your skull while I’m gone.”

The last thing he sees is Komaeda leaning over to Hinata and muttering something to him. He doesn’t hear what it is.

He’s only a few steps away from Hinata’s room as he hears someone behind him.

“Hey.”

He turns around. It’s hard to believe that Komaeda has separated himself from his Ultimate Android for long enough to come out here.

Why is he out here.

Kamukura tilts his head. “Did he touch it?”

Komaeda smirks. It looks scolding, knowing. Teasing.

“He’s not stupid because he’s not you,” he says softly.

“I’m not actually smart,” Kamukura points out. “I’m just talented.”

“You’re amazing.”

Hearing him say that makes his chest feel warm. It’s useless, but it’s better than feeling nothing.

“Whatever you were before, you truly are the Ultimate Hope.” Komaeda steps closer. “And I will never forget what you did.”

“Okay,” he replies, because what else is there to say. He likes the way he’s coming towards him. As he does, the pieces fall into place, and Kamukura knows what will happen next. And he knows the probability of it ever happening again are close to zero; but he’ll take it.

He’d thought that Komaeda hadn’t noticed, because of his low self-esteem. But he’d been wrong. It’s rare, but it happens.

He lets him tug at the front of his shirt, lets him pull him close, lets him put his thumb on his chin, leans into him as he puts his lips on his mouth. Not his cheek, or his forehead. His mouth.

Kamukura tastes him, smells him, and never closes his eyes, even though that’s what people do, because he wants to see him, too.

It’s soft, and chaste, and it’s over as soon as it started.

At the end, Komaeda squeezes his hand, then lets go. “Thank you.”

Kamukura looks at him, his taste still lingering on his lips.

“Thank you,” he echoes.

Komaeda blinks. “For what…?”

Kamukura bows his head. “You should go back. He shouldn’t be alone.”

He turns and walks away, because it’s easier than to explain. Explain that he’s grateful, because after all this time, someone made him understand what it’s like to want something.

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Dear creator,

Thank you for taking your time to check my requests. I know my requests can sound a bit tricky, but please don’t be discouraged. I wish you will have good time writing first and foremost!

I like humor and tropes, which is probably the only thing you really need to know about my general likes.

I’m very picky about sex tropes, so generally I would be grateful for no graphic sex (unless specified otherwise). Also, if you go for a shippy fic, I don’t want any stuff happening without consent. I like consent a lot. Other dislikes include ABO, mpreg, soulmates, and situations where stuff is happening because destiny said so and nobody questions it.

Also, I included what ships I’m okay with in each fandom. Please do not include any ships that aren’t canon and I have not mentioned in those sections.

REQUESTS

PERSONA 5

Akechi Goro/Kurusu Akira

I’m a big sucker for party traitors, so it isn’t really a surprise that I walked out of my Persona 5 playthrough with a new shiny ship. I love how messed up it is with both of them planning to outplay each other in a deadly game and yet still forming an emotional attachment. I also really love how they are mirror images of each other. They are extremely similar, and yet they are also each others opposites. There’s just something fascinating in watching them interact.

For the story, I’m very okay with some in-between the canon flirting with the obligatory dash of scheming and mind games. I also would endorse, some post canon with Goro turning out to be alive. Hot having idea what to do next with his life, he follows Akira to his hometown, where he stalks him for some time (while being miserably homeless, because he probably doesn’t have much at this point), before Akira spots him and reluctantly decides to help Goro get some footing. Bonus points if Akira helps convince Goro to take a therapy, because he really needs it.

I don’t mind AUs, just be aware that the messed up relationship between the two of them is a huge draw for me, so I would definitely opt to preserve that part in some form. You don’t have to do the exact same scenario, but at least make them childhood friends, who ended up on the opposite sides of conflict. Or undercover spies who got in relationship without knowing each other true identities and they really should kill each other since they work for different clients. The exact setting is of secondary importance to me, so choose whatever you feel would work best.

As for how spicy I want this pairing, I would be pretty okay with them having makeouts or even sex, but you shouldn’t feel pressured in this regard. I would be as delighted to see 5k words of them just doing intense mindgames.

I’m okay with also including ships: Ann/Shiho, Ryuji/Hifumi, Haru/Makoto.

TALES OF XILLIA

Who loves Tales series more with each new game they play, this gal over here. Also, I have not played Tales of Xillia 2 yet, so please don’t include any major spoilers. I probably won’t get to playing it for some time, since I just finished Xillia and I want to have a break until I play a very similar game.

Jude Mathis

Jude is one of my favourite protagonist for being just plain relatable. I love how he develops through the story and how much his issues rule over his decision before he gets his act together.

I would really love a look at Jude’s life before the game. I find his relationship with his parents very interesting and would love to see it explored more deeply. How did he go about applying to Talim and how his parents reacted? What about Leia? How did Jude manage in Talim?

I’m also very okay with a more indepth look at his journey. What were his feelings at the beginning? How did he feel revisiting his hometown and having to face his parents to be able to help Milla? Any and all snippets from this ame are fine by me.

Elize Lutus

The best child character in video games I’ve seen in a long time. I would love to see more of her adventures and how she learns to open up to other people.

I probably would love a post-canon story the most with Elize trying to fit into a normal school. I would love to get a glimps at her attempts to make new friends and not appear to be too weird. I would especially love if Elize and her friends ended up getting into some sort of trouble. Maybe they decided to investigate some rumours and run into a monster or bandits and Elize saves the day with things she learned while travelling with the team. Bonus points if the knowledge from her travels is very questionable.

Just like with Jude, I would also be very open to some insights into her feelings during the plot of the game. Especially, how she slowly starts opening up to others after joining the party.

I’m okay with ships: Jude/Alvin, Jude/Milla, and OT3 involving all of them.

TALES OF BERSERIA

I played Zestiria, so you are free to throw some references to it if you want.

Velvet Crowe/Eleanor Hume

My lesbian OTP of 2017. I loved the slow shift from enemies to friends they had and Eleanor’s obvious crush on Velvet was adorable. I just love how they slowly realize that they aren’t all that too different despite the fact that they started as enemies. Eleanor discovering that Velvet is very much still capable of love and her deep love for people close to her is the reason for her vengeance, while Velvet acknowledges that Eleanor isn’t just a blind puppet of Artorius and may be a pretty nice person. Also I loved their heated rivalry over who gets to be Laphicet’s mom. It was incredible.

I would strongly endorse AUs for this ship for obvious reasons. Don’t take it as me not wanting some in-canon moments fic, because I’m very okay with that too. Still, I would be lying if I said that an AU with happy ending wasn’t high on list of things I want.

If you go for in-game moments, I would love a study on how their relationship changes with time. Feel free to throw some zany sidequest, because I’m always up for some humorous adventures. Maybe the Katz bath makes them swap bodies and the effect sticks for longer than expected?

For more AU oriented suggestions, I would love a high school AU with Eleanor as student council president and Velvet a troublemaker who hates her uncle and is a “terrible influence” on Phi. Or a fantasy story with knight Eleanor and demon lord Velvet. Or any other setting, as long as they start as enemies.

Eleanor Hume

I would love to see some pre-game moments of Eleanor. How the death of her mother pushed her to become exorcist, how her training looked, and how she felt about other exorcist and interacted with them before she ended up forced to join Velvet’s gang. In-game perspective would also be very okay with me, as well as, the post-game. I would love to see how Eleanor became a Shephard and helped stabilize the situation after the chaos Velvet and Artorius caused.

Rokurou Rangetsu

Just like with Eleanor, I would love any look at Rokuro’s life. I love how it is slowly revealed that he was a very terrible human being, that it is no wonder that he turned into a deamon as a result. Just like with Eleanor I will be happy with any point of his life. The pre-canon look at his life in Rangetsu family and how he turned into daemon would be great. As would be his perspective on canon events. Or post-canon and Rokuro’s journey in search of stronger and stronger foes, during which he meets lots of colorful foes.

DANGAN RONPA (HOPE'S PEAK ARC)

I played NDRV3, so you are free to include characters from it, if they fit your fic idea.

Hinata Hajime/Komaeda Nagito/Nanami Chiaki

My ultimate OT3 of this franchise. I loved their dynamics in the game, how supportive Nanami was, but also ready to call Komaeda out on his shit. How Hinata looks after both of them. And, well... Komaeda being Komaeda.

I would be okay with pretty much anything for this request. The three of them meeting in Hope’s Peak and forming a relationship? Great! A piece on their relationship in SDR2! Yes! Post-SDR2 story with Hinata trying to recreate AI-Nanami with his talents and helping Komaeda get himself together? Incredible!

I’m okay with AUs and canon divergences. If you want to make an alternate universe when Nanami survives I’m all for it. Basically, as long as everyone is in character I’m fine with any sort of divergence. I also love this series for it’s unpredictability, so feel free to rip my heart out if that’s what you feel like writing.

I don’t mind any inclusions of Izuru Kamukura, since for me him and Hinata are pretty interchangable as characters.

If you want to completely change the setting I’m not opposed, just make sure to find a good way to transplant Komaeda’s issues. I love how utterly dysfunctional his worldview is and while I’m fine with fic in which his problems are adressed and he gets better, I wouldn’t want him to just magically get healed out of his mental problems.

I’m okay with ships: Gundam/Sonia and Kuzuryuu/Peko. I’m also pretty neutral about shipping characters from the first game, so I probably won’t mind if you include a ship containing them.

#ranting

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