#but kiyo you can't just leave me hanging like that :((

[yawujin]

Can you make the danganronpav3 boys with a jealous s/o props if you put extra time into Shuichi, Rantaro and Kokichi they’re my favourites

Thank you if you do!

awwwright here it is, hope you like it :)

request | v3 boys x a jealous S/O

type | established relationship , non killing game , light hearted , gender neutral reader

shuichi saihara always reminds his love that he only has eyes for them, no one else can compare anyway. still though, they feel the slight sting of envy whenever he is with kaede or himiko, even if they are just his close friends. "come here" he'll beckon his S/O over to sit nearer to him. once they do; he'll embrace them, pulling them in so very close and holding on tight. his sleuthing skills led him to the conclusion that today they were feeling especially jealous. (jk he just can read the room v well) "i'm here, and i'm not going anywhere." he promises.

rantaro amami's S/O makes him pinky promise that he has room for only one love and that's them. "i have you here, and that's all i need." he kisses their hand gently. later on, if they still feel jealous, he really lays on his charm thick. the sentences "you're all i could ever ask for." & "you're the only one i want." can be heard while rantaro and his S/O are on a hillside, watching the summer festival fireworks. he squeezes their hand as they walk past the many crowds of tourists surrounding the area.

kiibo usually tries to get his love to talk about all the reasons they are feeling jealous. damn, i wish i was the ultimate inventor so i could spend more time with him is what his S/O would think everytime miu pulled him away for maintenance. when they finally communicate their envious thoughts to him, he says: "this likeness for you is physically impossible for me to feel towards any other person." kiibo pauses. "or in other words, you taught me how to love, and for that i'm devoted to you." and, at least in that moment, their jealousy went away.

korekiyo shinguji tells them they need not worry, for everyone can get a little envious at times. they always remember how kiyo mentioned he had had encounters with various women from villages he visited in the past. they knew they shouldn't get jealous of that since they weren't even dating at the time but...

however, he had a fix for this. laying his S/O down and whispering affirmations into their ear. "i won't ever leave you, my dear. you have my word."

kaito momota helps his S/O's jealousy go away by making the push to spend more time with them. if it's attention they want, attention is what they will receive. he's a man of action and shows them that they're the only one he'll do these things with. he chose a late night picnic under the stars for him and his love.

gonta gokuhara will hold his S/O for an hour straight before he allows them to be jealous any second longer. "gonta promise he only love you!" he always says it with so much sincerity, they have no reason to doubt him.

ryoma hoshi reminds them that there is so use feeling jealous. "i'm already yours." he states it as fact, so they take it as fact. ryoma's comfort is his S/O, just as he is his S/O's comfort. he plans for it to stay that way for a very long time

kokichi ouma's initial reaction is to tease them about it. "aww, you feel that much for me?" he says it as if it's a laughing matter, but internally he feels as though he should make more time for them. he begins making excuses up, explaining to his friends that he can't hang out that day because of (insert ridiculous reason) but in reality it's all because he wants to see how happy his S/O gets when they get more of his undivided attention.

[kiyomitakada]

written for the prompt: "instrument players competing for the lead / first chair. bonus points if you go full whiplash with it"

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There are three truths Kiyomi knows in life.

Some people deserve good things. Some people do not.

You must be better than the rest.

Do not give them a single opportunity to call you hysterical.

She is now considering a fourth:

4. Misa Amane cannot fucking play the violin.

"What's wrong, Kiyomi?" Misa bats her eyes at her, leaning against the door of the music practice room. Kiyomi can hear Mendelssohn wailing in agony from the other room as his Violin Concerto in E Minor is methodically butchered by some auditioning first-year. (They have thin walls here.)

"You can't fucking play the violin," Kiyomi informs her.

"That's weird," Misa says, hefting her case in one hand. "Because I could swear I could!"

"No you can't." Is it Opposite Day? Is reality playing a cruel trick on Kiyomi as karma from a past life? "You're a singer. You do vocals. You've never touched a string instrument in your life."

Misa smiles at her, eyes creasing into half-moons. "Oh, silly Kiyomi. I've been taking violin lessons since I was a kid! And piano too!"

"Play something, then," Kiyomi challenges, sounding remarkably calm if she does say so herself.

Misa pretends to consider it, casting her eyes up to the ceiling. Then she smiles again. It's somehow wider this time. "Hmm… Nope! I'll leave it a surprise."

"I swear to God—"

"Girls!" Ms. Kitamura pokes her head in from the larger music classroom. "Keep it down!"

"Yeah, Kiyomi," Misa says, eyes widening in faux-concern. "Keep it down."

Kiyomi Takada is not a violent person. Misa just inspires violent instincts within everyone, surely.

"I would've expected this from Amane, but not from you, Takada," Ms. Kitamura says, looking between Misa (grinning like the Cheshire Cat) and Kiyomi (who immediately schools her expression back to assured calm). "But I'm sure it's just nerves."

It's an out. A humiliating one, but regardless. "Yes, I'm sorry," Kiyomi says. "I suppose I am a little nervous."

Ms. Kitamura's smile is sympathetic. "We all have our off days. But I'm sure you'll get that first chair position!"

Kiyomi Takada does not have off days. She can't afford them; see list item #3 on her four fundamental truths. But she puts on her best polite-and-slightly-abashed smile, and nods.

"Hang on," Misa says with a frown. "Kiyomi-chan! You didn't tell me you were aiming for first chair!"

Of course she's aiming for first chair. What else would she aim for? (Also, Kiyomi-chan?) "It's only a goal," Kiyomi lies. "I'd just be happy for the chance to play."

"Oh, good!" Misa's frown turns into a beatific smile. "Because I'd like first chair too."

"You what?"

"Oh, Amane," Ms. Kitamura says in blissful ignorance to Kiyomi's ongoing crisis, "I didn't know you played the violin."

"THAT'S WHAT I—" Kiyomi coughs. "Apologies. I meant, I was surprised too."

"I'm a woman of many surprises," Misa says, and shoots Kiyomi a finger-gun. "Ehe!"

"Well, good luck to both of you!" Ms. Kitamura smiles at them both warmly. "May the best player win, am I right?"

"Absolutely!" And Misa honest-to-God winks.

"Thank you," Kiyomi manages before Ms. Kitamura is gone and she can slump against the wall in relative peace.

It lasts about three seconds. "By the way," Misa pipes up, "I'm going right before you."

"Are you now," Kiyomi says.

Misa's eyes widen again. "Ooh, is that some hostility I detect, Kiyo-chan?"

Yes, because Misa is exhaustingly bright and boundlessly annoying and the only person alive who somehow manages to see through Kiyomi's facade like it's air. Kiyomi feels — dangerous around her, for some reason. Like any chirped hello or swished pigtail could set off a chemical reaction within Kiyomi that would level all of Tokyo if she let it. Like if Misa ever jumped off a bridge, Kiyomi would do it too just to show her she could do it better. Like —

Misa makes Kiyomi feel alive.

God, Kiyomi hates her.

"I'm sure you're imagining things, Amane-san," she says at last, tilting her head up to look at the ceiling. The fan spins round and round. "Why would I have any hostility towards you?"

"I don't know," Misa says, putting a finger on her cheek. "But that's why you're interesting."

Kiyomi blinks.

"I'm interesting?"

"Well, duh," Misa says, rolling her eyes. "Don't play humble, Miss Refined To-Oh."

"Shut up," Kiyomi says without thinking.

Misa grins. "See? That's when you're interesting."

Kiyomi — doesn't know how to reply to that, at all. She fumbles for a safe topic.

"Aren't you going to practice?"

Misa looks down at her case as though seeing it for the first time. Then shakes her head. "I think I'm better spontaneous. Don't you?"

"I don't know," Kiyomi says. "You don't fucking play the violin."

Misa laughs. "You're funny, Kiyo."

"W-well," Kiyomi says, her face heating despite her best efforts to keep her heartbeat stable: "I'm going to practice."

"Yay!" Misa claps her hands together.

"…I was going to tell you to leave," Kiyomi says.

"But I came in here just to listen to you play," Misa pouts.

"You what?!"

"I mean," Misa says, "you sound really, really pretty considering you're someone who hates me."

"Oh," Kiyomi says weakly. At some point in this conversation she retrieved her violin and bow from her case despite having no memory of doing so. "Er. Thank you?"

Misa beams. "You're welcome!"

The Mendelssohn has quieted by now. Some pathetic fool who took the "you can play anything!" tip from the audition poster literally is now playing "Happy Birthday" next door.

"I'm not particularly good," Kiyomi says, as she rests her bow upon the strings.

"Oh, don't lie, Kiyo," Misa says. Her smile is sharp. "You think you're brilliant."

Kiyomi, for once, doesn't deny it.

She just closes her eyes and starts playing.

[ @deathnotetober day 17: music (late submission) ]

[fayeimara]

Suna Rintaro || Found You | First Meeting

SUMMARY. What happens when your elementary school daughter arrives home unexpectedly with a surprise in tow?

PAIRING. You x Suna Rintaro

GENRE. Can I even write anything but fluff for this man?

WARNINGS. Suggestive, sexual innuendos & references, kissing - let me know if I need to add anything else

Haikyuu! Anthology Series | It's Fate When Your Kids Are Friends

SUNA | First Meeting > Second Date > Third Time's The Charm > Four Is Our Family

You're on your way back to your study after grabbing a snack from the kitchen when the sound of a key in the lock of your front door halts your steady steps. There aren't many people with a key to your house that would be visiting you at this time.

Even more concerning, however, is the light soprano of your daughter's voice echoing from the foyer to reach your ears, prompting you to quickly turn and rush to meet her at the door.

"Ryoka! What are you doing here?" You skid around the corner, already calling out in concern, "How did you even get home by your-"

You cut yourself off as you meet not only one pair of eyes, the copy of yours that you expect, but a second solemn pair, both wide in small faces that peer up at you.

"Mommy!" Your daughter's look of surprise and chagrin melts into a sheepish smile as she throws herself forward into your already extended arms. "I missed you!"

You hold her small frame close for a moment before gently pushing her out with your hands on her shoulders. "I missed you too, sweetheart. But you need to tell me what you're doing here and, more importantly, how you got here."

"Well school ended early today and.." She hesitates, peering up with big eyes and a small pout, "we thought we'd just walk home together."

You resist the urge to close your eyes and place a hand to your head in exasperation, aware that even at the young age of 7 years old, she's incredibly sensitive to your reactions. Instead you look at the little boy standing patiently behind her and ask, "And who's this?"

"This is my friend, Kiyoshi!" She's a little subdued, likely aware that she'll be hearing more from you later, but perks back up as she pulls away and grabs his hand to draw him further in your shared home.

"Hello Kiyoshi. Do your parents know where you are?"

He's definitely more guileless than your own daughter, answering directly and honestly in a quiet tone, "My dad's at work and my nanny was supposed to pick me up when school ended."

Okay, so clearly neither parent nor temporary guardian are aware that this boy is no longer at the school. They'll be frantic. Just as you're about to ask several more questions, hopefully leading to a quick resolution, you get a call, screen indicating it's your daughter's school, so you have both kids move into the living room as you pick up.

You're not too happy to hear about the early release at this point, given the lack of heads up and you make sure to give the school a piece of your mind, letting them know you'd be by at another point to discuss this further, before hanging up. If you're this upset and you know your daughter is home safe, you can't imagine what Kiyoshi's father is feeling at this point."

Crouching down in front of your daughter's friend, you wait until you're eye level with a patient, unhurried expression on your face, "Kiyoshi, do you know your father or nanny's phone number?"

He answers with a small nod, reciting the digits so clearly from diligent practice that you have to smile as you type it in and then stand back up to make the call, "Ryoka, why don't you show him your toys while mommy makes a call? Only the ones here in the living room where I can see you, okay?"

Your daughter dutifully nods but you catch the smug smile of success she throws her friend, likely having planned this improvised playtime with him. You'll definitely be having a serious talk with her later about safety and responsible decisions but you move slightly away for now, keeping an eye on the kids while the phone rings out.

"Suna." A deep voice answers on the other end, a little clipped but mostly unreadable.

"Hi.. Suna-san- I assume I'm speaking with Kiyoshi's father?"

There's a pause and then the voice gets sharper, "If you're calling back from the school, I don't want to hear it right now. I'm leaving now to find my son, but you can expect to hear ba-"

"I'm not from the school. My daughter is friends with your son and he's safe at my house."

"He's- he's with you." There's finally emotion other than anger and annoyance, it's an odd sort of relief and slight confusion mixed with a new wariness, "And who exactly are you?"

"I'm L/n F/n, as I mentioned, your son and my daughter are friends. I was pretty surprised to see them both show up at my house just minutes ago and have a bone to pick with the school too. But I would have wanted to know that she was okay before anything else if the positions were reversed so I'm calling you now. You said you were leaving work? Your son is safe, Suna-san, and he will be while we wait for you here. I'll text you my address."

As you're speaking you've already pulled your phone away to quickly text your address to the number you're on the line with. You can still hear if he speaks though but there's another pause from him and then, "Got it, thank you. You said they just showed up? How did they get there?"

"I'm pretty sure they walked, but I was going to cover that after I spoke with you. How far are you?"

His tone is back to unreadable but you think it's calm rather than neutral. "It's about a 30 minute drive, I'll be there in 20."

"Please don't rush, Kiyoshi is safe here. If it's okay with you, I'll make them snacks while we wait. There's no really no need to drive recklessly." It'll be easy to put something small together for the kids from the dinner you'd prepped for earlier.

There's amusement colouring his voice, "Thanks for the concern, L/n-san. I'll be there in 25, then."

You chuckle at the small compromise and there's a moment of silence between you both until you think to ask, "If you haven't left yet, do you want to quickly say hi over facetime?"

"You want to videochat?" He sounds confused again and you laugh in response.

"I meant with your son. You know, to check in on him."

He pauses yet again and then the amusement is back, "It should be fine.. unless you're going to tell me you're holding him hostage or something."

"Yeah, sure, or something." You roll your eyes with your dry response. What do you even say to that coming from a complete stranger? "We'll see you soon, then."

"L/n-san." You lift the phone you were lowering back to your ear when you hear him call out to you, "Thank you again."

"No need."

"Not everyone would have reacted as quickly and efficiently. Or maybe even bothered."

You can't imagine what parent wouldn't have been compelled to react in a similar manner but you don't say anything, uncomfortable accepting thanks for such a seemingly human reaction.

He seems to either understand or realize you don't have a response and you hear him chuckle lightly, the sound tugging at your own lips in sheepish acceptance, then he finally replies, "I'll see you soon, then."

You end your call and turn to fully face the two kids again. They've already managed to create a messy pile of toys they've pulled out and then discarded from Ryoka's toy box. Almost as if they feel you watching, they both stop their odd conversation about monsters and cats, and turn to face you simultaneously.

You suppress your smile at their adorable wide-eyed expressions and ask, "Who's hungry?"

After the snacks are quickly devoured, the kids try to convince you to play hide-and-seek and, thinking nothing of it since Suna-san should be arriving soon to pick Kiyoshi up, you tell them you'll all play later and convince them to build a Lego structure instead. Happy to have them work on an activity that keeps them occupied in one place for the remainder of their time together, the time passes by quickly as you help them put together their incredibly creative vision.

When the bell finally sounds through your house, precisely 23 minutes after your call, you find yourself opening the door and looking up to a much taller, and much younger man than you'd expected. He actually seems to be about your age, in his mid-twenties, which is surprising because you'd thought you were one of the youngest parents at your daughter's school.

There's a quick look of surprise that likely mirrors yours on Suna-san's face before it's replaced smoothly with a polite expression. You pull away from his startling, keen eyes to step back and gesture for him to enter your foyer as you welcome him, equally politely, "Please, come inside, Suna-san. They're in the living room."

He hesitates only a moment before stepping into your home, stopping again to toe off his shoes before following you deeper, into the living room. The sounds of the kids chatting reaches you both well before you enter and you notice him watching his son with a small smile on his face before he catches you looking. His only response is the quirk of an eyebrow as if daring you to say something.

You only smile and call out, "Ryoka, it's time to say goodbye to Kiyoshi. His father's here to take him home."

The two kids look up, smiles fading as their eyes tear up. It's safe to say neither you nor Suna expect what comes next, as both children break out in tears.

Suna exchanges a surprised look with you, then crouches down with his arms stretched out, voice soothing as he calls to his son, "Kiyo, come here. Daddy missed you. Didn't you miss me too?"

You're surprised at the sweet, gentle tone from the intimidating man, even more so by the pure affection he easily displays for his son. He's nothing at all like his first impression on the phone, the cold, clipped tone nowhere to be found. You relax a little, not having noticed the uncomfortable tension that had slowly crept in by the thought of inviting an unknown man into your home, even if for the most innocent of reasons.

It doesn't work to relax his son, however, who only breaks out into unbelievably loud wails, particularly unexpected from the quiet boy you'd gotten used to over the past half hour. Ryoka's cries rise with Kiyoshi's and their chubby arms encircle each other as if to send home the point that you'd have to literally pry them apart.

You're pulled from your thoughts when Suna looks up at you a little helplessly, also seeming to be thrown for a loop, "It looks like Kiyo has grown very attached to your daughter. I'm sorry, I can just pick him up and go but..."

He trails off and you find even more respect rising for the man, he's clearly trying not to just completely run his son's life on a schedule or in a way that works only for him.

"But you don't want to break his heart when he's having so much fun?" You finish his sentence with a grin that prompts a self deprecating smile from him.

"Yeah, great parenting, huh?"

"It's really different parent to parent and, trust me, no one's an expert." You pause as you consider an idea, his peridot eyes steady on yours as if he can see you might have a solution to present. Impressive perception, and patience too.

You have a positive vibe and good feeling, so you don't ponder it too long before offering, "Why don't we let the kids play a little longer? They still have an abundance of energy and excitement from the improvised change in their daily schedule but once they've tired themselves out, I'm sure it'll be easier to separate them."

It's Suna's turn to pause, still holding your gaze with a carefully neutral one himself as he contemplates your offer. "I don't want Kiyo and I to be an inconvenience..."

"Not at all, it's just me and Ryoka as it is and dinner's already prepped so we'll just play some games with them and wait them out."

It's just as you say the word dinner that you hear a low, hungry rumble and there's another moment of silence but this time, you only see the tips of Suna's ears, which tint red as he hangs his head for a few seconds.

Biting your lip to hold back your laugh, you add, "You and Kiyo are more then welcome to join us for dinner first. I only gave them light snacks before and if there's one other thing than playtime that makes children more at ease, it's food. As I mentioned, it's already prepared and there's more than enough for four."

He keeps his head bent for another second before finally raising it and with the motion, he stands back up to his full height so you're tilting your head back to look up at him again. His smile is both sheepishly thankful and appreciative when he accepts, "If it's really not too much trouble, we would love to. Thank you."

The children cheer, tears still drying on their faces, but it seems like they've actually been eavesdropping through their shared tantrum and have grasped that playtime is extended. What an eventful day for them.

Suna offers his help but everything's pretty much ready so you put him to work setting the table and helping the kids wash their hands. He's equally gentle and no different with Ryoka, chuckling and treating her like royalty when she insists she's a princess from her most recent favourite movie. He's got them talking about the structure they're building and the two almost seem to finish each other's thoughts, eliciting a grin from both you and Suna when you share another look.

When you're seated at the table, across from Suna with Ryoka at your side and Kiyoshi across her, you notice how relaxed and comfortable the atmosphere is, enjoying it for the space of several heartbeats before realizing you forgot to offer the man a drink.

"Suna-san, would you like a beer? Or something else to drink?"

"I'm good, thanks, I can't really drink right now." He must see the inquisitive look slide on and quickly wipe off your face because he laughs and elaborates, "I play volleyball, professionally, so I have to be strict with my diet even if it's off season."

Your mouth drops in surprise, his stature and build making perfect sense now. Of course, how fitting. Your tone is heavy with respect when you reply, "That's incredible! I was a setter in high school so I know the discipline that comes with going pro, I could never have thought to pursue it professionally. You must be really dedicated."

So it would seem the light blush doesn't just kiss his ears when he's flustered or embarrassed, you can see the flush dust across his cheeks, however faint. It's pretty adorable, not a word you thought you'd use to describe this towering man but here you are, eyes sparkling and a soft smile teasing your lips.

He pauses before placing the meat platter back down in the center, eyes definitely not shy as he studies your expression with a small smile of his own gracing his lips. "Ah..thanks. And you can drop the honorifics by the way."

You already have in your head so you're glad he brought it up because you would have hated to slip up accidentally. "You as well then."

There's a moment of silence in which you think to ask, "How about any alternatives? I've got wine but also various other options if you want to take a look through the fridge."

"A glass of wine should be good, actually. Thank you."

"Mommy, can I have some too?" Ryoka looks up at you with pleading puppy dog eyes which has Kiyoshi attempting to match the look aimed at his dad with a low, "Me too?"

You both laugh and Suna tries to explain that wine isn't good for growing kids but you shake your head at him, prompting him to arch an expectant eyebrow while he waits for you to handle the denial.

"Ryoka, Kiyo, the wine mommies and daddies drink would just make you feel sick and bad. But I have something better for little princes and princesses that even adults like your dad and I aren't allowed to drink. Would you both like to have that instead?

Thank god they're not at an age to question every word out of your mouth just yet because they cheer for this 'special drink' so you move back over to the kitchen to pour it out, along with Suna who offers to help but by the playful look in his eyes, he's just curious to see what you'll pull together.

You direct him to the glasses and bottle opener as you take two plastic, stemmed glasses that mimic wine glasses in different colours and pour out cranberry juice in each. You hear Suna's chuckle and turn to find him already holding an open bottle in one hand and two glasses caught between his fingers by their stems in the other.

Wow, he looks really good in your kitchen, doesn't he? It's your turn to blush and he doesn't miss a thing, eyes tracking the heat as it flushes your face before his gaze drops to your lips, his own tilting from a grin to a teasing smirk.

Your only defense is to roll your eyes and turn to head back to the table, where the kids are now picking through the items they like versus the ones they don't and trading their unwanted portions off onto each other's plates. Okay, and that's even more adorable. It's only been weeks since they started classes and likely met, how have they become so close so fast?

"Cute, huh?" You startle at the low whisper in your ear, a small puff of air caressing the shell of your ear, when you realize Suna stopped right behind you to observe the same scene. His body heat seems to seek you out once you're fully aware of him, instilling you with the crazy urge to just lean back into his broad chest as he continues to whisper to you softly. Or just wrap his arms around you and hold you tight.

Wait, what- You stop yourself from looking back to meet his gaze, because you'd definitely expose your thoughts then but you have a feeling he's very aware of exactly what he's doing and not opposed to the reaction you just had. Either way, you just met this man today, right?

Ugh. You move forward instead, placing a cup in front of each kid, both reaching for it instantly. Ryoka tastes hers right away but Kiyo examines it first before tentatively attempting a tiny sip. And it works!

Each of their faces twists slightly at the tangy taste of the cranberry juice but seem to have picked up enough to know that 'wine' isn't exactly a sweet drink so both exchange a look before smoothing their faces out into haughty imitations of bored satisfaction. Haha. Little con artists.

You and Suna are grinning at each other too, as you each reclaim your seats and he pours out the wine for you both. The conversation flows easily once you're all settled and digging in, kids chiming in with random questions or requests for help with certain foods, but then zoning out constantly as they talk about their plans for the structure and something about cats again, as if it's just the two of them at the table.

Suna asks about your time playing volleyball and you ask him about his, noticing he has the same passion for the sport as you but definitely also an impressive dedication. He talks about his mindset in high school compared to now and you talk about your chosen vocation.

You both even have a chance to pull the full story about the events from earlier in the day, kids explaining that there was an unplanned early release, you and Suna putting two and two together to realize that the school did mess up big time. You both put it aside to deal with later and when he asks what you've covered with the kids already, you mention you didn't think it was appropriate to give Ryoka a lecture in front of Kiyoshi, keeping in mind that Suna might want to handle the discussion differently with his son.

He seems taken aback in a good way, throwing a very appreciative look your way and states that you're an incredibly considerate person and an amazing mom, prompting a full blush to work it's way back onto your face as your daughter throws her little arms as far around you as she can, agreeing very vocally with the amazing mom part.

You have to send her a teasing but firm look, adding that you're definitely saving a lecture on safety and responsibility for later since they shouldn't have left school grounds without an adult they know and trust. When Suna sees Kiyo's small look up at him, it's as if all he needs is a look to convey the same sentiment to his son but he places a hand on his head to ruffle his hair in a soft gesture.

It's near the end of dinner that conversation about each child's other parent arises. Your answer with a nonchalant shrug is to easily state, "Like I said before, it's just me and Ryoka."

Suna borrows a page from your book with a cheeky smile, right down to imitating your casual shrug and stating, "Likewise, just me and Kiyo."

There's nowhere to look but the steady gaze of his piercing eyes. Actually there are many other places but you're drawn in by a seemingly mutual pull.

"Mommy!" You're daughter's call has your eyes finally glancing away to meet hers instead, "You promised we could play hide-and-seek later!"

"Oh," You blink in shock at the long memory of children, "I did say that. But.."

"Please?" It's Kiyo's small voice that makes you pause and look towards Suna with wide eyes.

Oh, he's trouble because he's looking back at you and rounding out the group as the third pair of sparkling, mischievous eyes as he too asks with a teasing lilt, "Please?"

You have to laugh and agree, but only to a few rounds and only after the dishes have been cleaned. So Suna helps the kids wash their hands again before joining you at the sink, waving away your objections about being a guest and insisting he return the favour of an incredible meal.

Between the two of you, you make quick work of the dishes and it's time to deliver on your promise. You start of as 'it', counting down loudly by the front door while the kids rush off with Suna to find hiding spots around the house. You make sure to find Suna first and he trails after you as you hunt down the darling little treasures, finding Kiyoshi last. He really is good at hiding and staying quiet.

Suna's next and then Kiyoshi, then finally Ryoka is caught first and it's her turn to find the three of you. You follow the middle blocker's lead in allowing Kiyoshi to settle on a hiding spot and when he gestures to a closet in one of the guest rooms you quickly tuck yourself into the empty space.

But it seems the little boy has either run out of ideas of places to hide, or he's feeling rushed by Ryoka's faster countdown because he pushes his dad in with you and, frantically looking around after studying the lack of remaining space between the two adults, closes the door instead and you hear his little feet patter off.

Leaving you and Suna almost pressed together in the small, dark space. The silence between the two of you is heavy with restrained tension, the flirty comments and teasing glances throughout the evening hitting you full force as you realize the unintentionally intimate position you're in.

There's a thin beam of light streaking in from the crack between the doors that falls across Suna's face, making his already ethereal eyes appear even more unearthly, like glowing gems in the shadows that mask the rest of his face. They're trained right back on you as if he can see clearly in the dark, his intent gaze probing your own.

"I'd have suggested buying me dinner first..." His voice rings clear with mischievous amusement, quiet enough to reach your ears through the heavy gloom, "but I guess you already did."

You bite your lip to stop your smile, trying to shake off your overwhelming awareness of the man a breath away from you, "Isn't that supposed to be my line?"

Suna's chuckle is low, sending curious shivers resounding through you and his husky response succeeds in spiking your temperature, "If you want it to be. Or we could just save that part for later."

"Later, then." Why is it that your voice sounds so seductively throaty?! Is that really you?

In the inky darkness, all your other senses are on high alert so you almost jump when you feel his fingers brush at yours, trying to calm your racing pulse to no avail, as they tangle with yours oh so briefly. Then he's sliding them lightly up, brushing past your sensitive wrists, skating over your arms and shoulders and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake before one slides under the fall of your hair, to curve around the nape of your neck.

While the fingers there tangle into your hair, gentle pressure drawing you forward and up on your toes, the other hand only caresses the side of your neck before finally settling softly to cup your cheek. Is this really happening? With a quiet but charming man who was all but a stranger to you until today?

Any further questions slip from your mind and you only have a second to register the smallest shift of his head before his lips are softly pressing down on yours. Instead of butterflies or tingles, you feel as if the very floor beneath your feet tilts, disorienting you further in the inky darkness. But it doesn't matter much when his arms slide around you to gather you close, eliminating the already laughable amount of space between you.

Suna finally deepens the kiss when you give in to the urge to press yourself closer, a new ferocity seeming to overtake you both as you each devour the other. You have no idea where he ends and you begin, only focused on the sensational moment, as you chase each other's lips in the darkness.

It could have been seconds or minutes, or longer still, but you've lost track as you match his intensity. The desire only deepens when he elicits a deep groan, drawn out by your delicate bite on his lower lip and reverberating through you like am electric current. His grip in your hair tightens and you feel almost delirious, caught in this ardent spell.

You two finally separate for air, short gasps from you both gradually slowing until it's silent again. There's a new tension but also an undeniable relief in the air between you. You feel compelled to say something so you hastily drop the first thought that pops into your head.

"Talk about seven minutes in heaven."

He laughs, louder this time, as if he's forgotten why you're both hiding there in the closet in the first place. To be honest, so did you for a couple minutes there. And you suppose it probably only has been that long, an assumption he corroborates with his response. "Can I get the full seven, then?"

But before you can respond, the closet doors are yanked open with a dramatic move that can only be your daughter, her voice happily calling out her delightful victory, "Found you!"

You send a wry look Suna's way as your eyes slowly adjust to the light, "I'm sure your laugh just now gave our spot away."

He places a hand to his chest, acting wounded with a sad look thrown at Ryoka who only nods excitably in response. Kiyoshi is standing behind her with a smile on his face, proud that it took longer than usual and he makes it a point to state, "I gave them that spot. It was my idea."

They start to walk away with her congratulating him at being a hide and seek master, her acknowledgment prompting a change in their focus to discussing classic versus strategic spots at school. You're thankful for the moment to completely regain your composure and you make sure to settle your expression into something nonchalant when you look back over at Suna.

Yeah, you're probably not fooling him if that teasing smirk is any indication of his keen awareness.

"Suna, that-"

"Rintaro."

"What?"

"That's my name. Rintaro."

"Oh I- That wouldn't be very appropriate." You realize the irony too late as the rebuttal slips automatically from your slips.

His eyebrow raises in a sardonic salute, both of you aware that you're each well past the point of being worried about that now.

"Call me Rin, then, or any variation. But don't kiss me like that and then call me Suna." He sounds torn somewhere between teasing and serious but you understand the sentiment.

Licking your suddenly dry lips, conscious of the speedy pace your.. relationship with this man has been moving, you don't give yourself a chance to hesitate before you respond, "Then call me Y/n."

That slow, answering smile is everything you didn't know you wanted. You're not going to question this unexpected attraction. It's mutual, it's consuming, and it's something you don't think you can walk away from at this point. You're both adults as it is and, it seems, both in silent agreement to let this unfold as it may.

"Daddy," Kiyo pokes his head back into the room, "You're it this time! Hurry up."

Suna walks ahead to pick his son up and swing him in the air, asking, "Weren't you caught first, kiddo?"

"Yeah, but I'm tagging you in because I don't want to be it this round." He aims wide, earnest eyes at his dad. Suna chuckles, likely at the whimsical but simple reasoning, but unsurprisingly complies.

"Okay, but this is the last round, then. And you all better find some really great spots to hide." With a brief pause just before he walks out of the room, he looks back over his shoulder to you, gaze holding yours steady with a confident smirk, "I'm really good at getting what I'm after."

You're left alone to digest that pointed declaration, holding your hand to your warm cheeks for a quick moment before dropping them and following the others out.

As promised, you all play one more round in which you're found first, probably by design, if the challenging smirk Suna throws your way is any indication. Then Ryoka and Kiyoshi are found in equally short order, the latter claiming the title of ultimate winner - at least for today's game, as Ryoka makes a point to stubbornly state.

The kids are still really energetic, remnants from the excitement of the game, so you settle them down to continue their Lego project with the hopes it'll help them wind down quickly. For additional guarantee, you also set a children's movie to play in the background, hoping it'll catch their attention and hold it long enough to help finally relax them.

Suna joins you on the couch, handing you another glass of wine while he settles in just beside you so that his side is as close to pressed up against yours that he thinks he can get away with. Not that you're complaining, no, but it is very distracting when his thigh shifts against yours or his arm moves to settle on the couch behind you.

It's distracting every time he makes a comment in between the silent moments, teasing remarks that steal your attention for long stretches after he's done speaking. It's distracting when you think you're both engaged in pretending to watch the movie, only for his breath to brush your ear whenever he leans in to speak.

It's distracting when he tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear before letting his next playful words slip from his tempting lips. And it's distracting when you look over to make a comment of your own and find him already studying you.

You wonder what he sees, but it's undeniable that his interest in you seems to only get stronger rather than wane. You feel the same, undoubtedly drawn and inconceivably connected to this man you've known for hours. It feels more like you've known him for years.

Finally winding down near the end of the movie, Ryoka and Kiyoshi move to the couch, one on each lap and holding hands between them as they start to slump down with heavy, sleepy eyes.

"I'm sad to say, I think it's time for Kiyo and I to head out." Suna's caught it too, the kids are well past the capability of throwing a tantrum again. But even more so, they're both happily sated with their time today, left with great memories of a fun, impromptu play date.

It's time for them to leave, and you and Ryoka see them off to the door.

As he helps Kiyoshi with his shoes, Suna thanks you once again, sincerely and without motive, "Thank you so much for everything today, Y/n."

"Me too, but as I said before, don't thank me for any of it."

"Hm. Well, it wasn't really a great situation to start, but I'm glad with the way it turned out. Meeting you is something I can't regret." His smile is flirtatious but sweet, and you do get butterflies now, finding yourself at a momentary loss for words.

You're thankfully both distracted once the kids move to give each other hugs and when you and Suna comment on their closeness, Ryoka simply states, "Yeah, of course. He's my brother now, right Kiyo?"

"Mhm. We both said we wanted a brother or sister-"

"So now we have each other!"

That's so completely adorable. You glance back over to Suna, who's already looking at you with amusement. Children can be so heartbreakingly precious.

Of course, Suna just has to comment, trademark smirk right back on his face, "Brother and sister, huh? Sounds good to me. What do you think, mom?"

Did he really? Just.. wow. You're definitely red all over, that was so highly suggestive on so many levels. You're okay with the fast pace that swept you off your feet today, but really- acting like co-parents... buy a girl dinner first. Damn.

"I think it's great you two have such a strong bond. You'll keep watching out for each other, yes?"

They enthusiastically nod their agreement and you send a challenging look Suna's way to see if there are any more awkward comments he wants to drop on you before the night is over. He takes pity with a small smile though, sending you a playful wink before turning to open the door with Kiyo's hand slipping in his.

They both wish you and Ryoka a good night as her own hand finds yours and two of you watch them walk over to, and settle in, Suna's car before you finally close and lock the door. Looking down at your daughter with a gentle smile, you say, "We'll save the talk about your choices from earlier today for tomorrow. But I hope you had a good day, munchkin."

"Yes, yes! Thank you so much, mommy!" She wraps her arms around your legs as you place a soft hand on her head, "I love you!"

"I love you too, baby. Let's get you to bed. Why don't you go pick out your pajamas for the night while mommy quickly finishes up here?"

She nods before running off to her room while you go over to the living room to turn off the TV and lights. When you're placing your wine glass in the sink, thinking of the moment Suna had brought it to the couch for you as if he somehow knew what you might want, you hear a text come in from your phone.

A/N: Okay so this is the final draft of a scenario that's been taking some space in my head every night when I'm trying to get some sleep. It was initially planned as a set of short scenarios for my Fayevourites (you can find the link to the anthology series up above, the other character concepts are explained there) but when I started writing Suna's story, it stretched much longer than anticipated. He has a habit of doing that to me but regardless, all it means is I've had to change some ideas and break the rest up into more manageable chapters. That said, there are three more chapters I plan to release. I'm hoping to start working on the other characters for this series first to keep it even, but I'll basically go where my writing takes me (: I hope you all enjoyed reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

© 2021 fayeimara. All rights reserved. Please do not repost, modify, or claim as yours.

[melonnmiru]

oc interactions lets GOOO

thank u thank u for letting me write interactions with your ocs, this was super fun to do!! :D

koi [ @niagaragrape ]

— ukiyo definitely sees koi as a younger sister, probably calls her 妹 every once in a while (妹 — younger sister)

— she's like the energetic older sister/cousin, hangs out with koi often and helps her out when she can

— ruffles koi's hair . like way too much

— kiyo hates doing paperwork but if koi ever suggests doing it for her, ukiyo is shaking her head no and insisting she can handle it and that koi should rest !!!

— koi is just so nice, ukiyo loves her sm and only wants the best for her! this does mean ukiyo buys her a bunch of stuff like sanrio keychains and sweets

— she can't draw but she'll ask koi all about graffiti and ask if she can draw one of her ghosts

— gave koi an omamori for pretty much everything, prosperity, safety, success, you name it

— she has trouble controlling her ghosts sometimes but she'll try her best to have them on their best behavior with koi as to not spook her! (well spook her too much at the very least) if they do end up scaring koi, ukiyo will be scolding them for the next hour or two

— also?? ukiyo and koi dressing up together!??! ukiyo may or may not buy a few dresses that fit koi's style and they run around in frilly little dresses together!!!

— if koi ever adds a few patches and pins to one of her dresses, she will absolutely CHERISH it forever

— " 妹! lookie, i got you a new kuromi patch! isn't it cute? it took me about.. 30 minutes to get..? ahhh, no worries! it was cute, i had to get it for you! "

— " oh, koi! tell me if you ever get a nightmare. i'll summon up a baku and it'll eat up any bad dreams you have! "

cub [ @fishincherrycola ]

— im sorry but ukiyo is probably a bit intimidated by her,, she holds a lot respect for her!! she's just a bit scary sometimes

— even though ukiyo is intimidated, she'll still try her best to talk to cub! even like really awkward small talk about the last mission

— if she somehow finds out cub is into astrology too, she'll definitely try talking with her about it!! uki's knowledge about astrology is pretty limited so she would ask a few questions about it too!!

— tried visiting cub's room and almost became a popsicle ,,

— speaking of becoming a popsicle! uki complains way too much about becoming one when they have missions in icebox and tries asking cub how she handles it (probably gets no response though..)

— honestly these 2 probably wouldn't have many interactions with cub being quite the introvert but uki will do her best to talk to her

— really likes when she can hear cub playing piano from her room, uki thinks she's super talented with it

— has seen how scary cub is with astra and made a little mental note to never get on her bad side 

— uki probably bought cub a little cinnamoroll keychain because it kinda reminded ukiyo of her and left it at the door to cub's room

— (in icebox) " ahh, its so cold here.. how are you not freezing right now cub? .. cub? "

— " hey, cub! did you get the keychain? i left it by your door. tell me if you want a different one! "

ulti [ @fishincherrycola ]

— UKIYO AND ULTI WOULD BE BFFS !!! uki really likes all ulti's dresses and buys him a few as well :D

— emoticon users 🤝

— if uki notices that ulti hasn't been out of his room in a while, she'll leave him some food that isn't instant noodles along with a little my melody plushie

— them just watching anime together!! uki definitely asks ulti for recommendations and they watch them together

— constantly reminding him to eat things other than instant noodles by buying him different food and making him tonkatsu!!

— if ulti understands japanese, they'll definitely talk in japanese a lot!! it makes uki happy that she can talk to someone else in her first language :D

— they have boba runs together i don't make the rules

— shows him her ghosts and talks about how she caught them

— points out any yokai in anime she has and summons them to show to ulti! this does mean she'll summon a more.. evil spirit than anticipated but dw she'll do her best to seal it back up so the two can continue watching anime

— " ulti, you've had like 15 cups of instant noodles today! why don't we buy some crepes or something? my treat! "

— " yo ulti! i found this new anime and, and! it's centered around yokai! can we go watch it? pleaseeee? "

zero [ @solitudexviii ]

— uki holds a lot of respect for miss zero!! her ambition is just so admirable

— she finds things like coding and literally anything that has to do with money and investment boring so she'll happily let zero handle all of that, maybe ask a few questions here and there about it

— uki is the type to respect interests and ask questions about it even if its not really her cup of tea! so she'll ask zero how things work and will happily listen to what she says!!

— she really likes zero's piercings! uki's piercings are all on her ears but she does want a few new ones like zero's :0

— do sanrio plushies fit zero's style? not really. is that stopping uki from buying her a chococat plushie? not at all,, like even if zero and her aren't all that close, if uki finds something that reminds her of a certain agent, she's buying it and giving it to them

— ukiyo can get really teasing sometimes but she's a bit too scared to say anything about zero,,,

—  genuinely admires zero and will get really hyped if zero wants to teach her something !!!

— " whatcha doing zero? coding? oh cool! what does.. all of that mean? "

— " oh, zero! i made some yuzukosho and i was wondering if you wanted some! you just mix it with soy sauce and you can eat it with meat and stuff. "

chameleon [ @lianecamoufle ]

— they would have kind of a sister relationship!

— i think that even though they would be pretty close, uki would find her abilities just a bit unnerving. she tries to just play it off as light teasing but the idea of being able to transform into other people is kinda scary

— chameleon's kindness probably helps in making uki more trusting of her but she still keeps her guard up

— she probably bought chameleon a keroppi plushie because it was the closest to a chameleon :D

— she also may spook chameleon with her ghosts every once in a while for funsies,,

— " do you have long or short hair today, chameleon? oh, why don't you try doing something like mine! "

askal [ @thecreativewolf ]

— UKI AND ASKAL WOULD BE REALLY GOOD FRIENDS !! she really likes dogs so despite bantay being a robot, she'll try to pet it and stuff

— uki 100% buys askal pochacco keychains and plushies

— she doesn't have the nicest voice but she'll definitely sing karaoke with askal!! they might get a noise complaint or two though

— these two playing with dogs! super true 😒

— uki has probably seen askal go feral and is a bit too scared to touch his gadgets, doesn't mean her ghosts won't knock a few things off though,,

— she's not that into gadgets and such but she'll definitely ask about what he's working on and things like that!

— i think they would both feed strays they find :0

— also? askal has stickers?!? uki is begging for a few of them so she can decorate her room

— uki isn't all to familiar with filipino food but if askal has a recipe for sinigang, she won't mind cooking some! :D

— " heeey askal.. sorry about my ghosts, y'know, knocking over your stu— wait why do you have a wrench..? WAIT NO WE CAN TALK THIS OVER— "

— " i got you another plushie, askal! hehe it's cute right? if you squint, it looks like bantay! ..no? "

[dangan-happy]

All your ahoge are belong to us

Korekiyo and Rantaro:

My asthma has been extremely bad for the past few weeks, and it S U C K S. Especially with Covid, when I leave the house and cough people think I have the virus and stare. Not to mention, I can hardly breathe at times. I'm taking 4 different inhalers and I've already been to the hospital once. I really need some kind words and maybe some encouragement. Thank you in advance.

Hello anon, yes, that does seem to be a uniquely irritating combination of circumstances. I'm quite sorry to hear that you're forced to deal with that. Is there any specific reason that your asthma is worsening? I know that it is wildfire season in some places, but I'm unsure if that's the case for you.

 I can sympathize with the being stared at. It's always unpleasant, and I'm sorry that you're subjected to it. Unfortunately, I don't believe there is anything I can suggest regarding that. It may be something that you'll most likely have to learn to ignore. I don't believe it will be too hard to do that, so I wouldn't worry about it. I'm not a medical professional so I can't tell you what you should do about your medical concerns, but I would recommend speaking to your doctor and doing what you can to keep yourself as safe and healthy as possible.

As difficult as this situation is, I have the utmost confidence that you'll be able to handle it just fine. You seem to be a very resilient person, and I believe that those traits will serve you well. Anyone who's staring at you doesn't know you, and can't pass any accurate judgements on you. Their thoughts don't matter, you're above them. I wish you nothing but the best anon, I promise that you're going to be perfectly alright in terms of getting through this.

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Hey there anon, damn, what a time for your asthma to get worse, huh? Honestly, those people staring at you should just mind their own business. They don't know you or your circumstances, and like Kiyo said, they can't pass any accurate judgements. It probably would be a good idea to try and figure out why it's getting worse, since that doesn't seem totally normal, at least to me. 

Wow, hospital huh? That doesn't sound fun at all. Kudos to you for hanging in there and just continuing on with life. Definitely stay on things with your doctor. I don't have asthma, but the whole thing sounds pretty scary to me, so yes, doctors are a good thing.

You seem real tough, you made it this far already, and that's really commendable. I'll keep my fingers crossed that your asthma starts getting better than it is now. Ignore the people that are staring and just focus on yourself. And hey, if they think you have the virus, they'll stay out of your way, right? I can tell that you're gonna be just fine. You're doing everything right, and I know you can keep that up. Good luck ok? You got this.

[dr-ultimate-imagines]

Yandere!NDRV3 boys / Gender neutral S/O [ Part 1 ]

I'm not the best when it comes to anything yandere... I think. But, I do like the outcome of this! Enjoy ~

-Mod Kiyo

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Shuuichi Saihara

It just... Happened. From the moment he saw you, before even talking to you, it was as if he had imprinted on you.

Whenever you talked to someone else, he found himself getting angry. Snapping pencils in half, sometimes.

Whenever you talked to him, though... It was Heavenly. He felt like a child meeting his idol, his body warmed up, his mind foggy. It felt like he was floating.

He'd taken pictures with his phone. Framed them. He picked up a handkerchief you dropped and kept it. He kept a pencil you'd 'lost'.

He snapped. He snapped when you started talking to someone... More and more and more. Were you becoming interested in them?

No. No, he wouldn't let that happen. You were his, you loved him. Just didn't know yet!

That's when Shuuichi Saihara became a murderer – but, with his given title of SHSL Detective, he hid it perfectly.

"They're mine!" He'd told the other guy, "You cant have them. They love me."

And now... He had you. Locked up, granted, but he had you.

"We'll live happily ever after, y'know. You love me, and I love you, after all."

Kaito Momota

Now, Kaito usually wasn't the type to admit crushes – he doesn't even bother with anything romantic. Any relationship in the past he dumped, he couldn't be arsed.

And then, you show up. Fucking his world up.

From the very moment he laid eyes on you, he made up his mind – you were his already.

He started small talk at first. Then you were friends. And that's when his possessive side began to show. Subtly.

"Hey, (Y/N), d'you wanna hang out?" He'd ask.

"Sorry Kaito, I'm going out with (friend's name) tonight!"

Whenever he got rejected like that, he could feel his blood boil. No, that wasn't right at all. He was the first one who spoke to you in this school. Why were you not paying attention to him? Why were all these other people stealing you? He was the one worth od your attention.

And thus... He began to slowly scare everyone away. Whenever you would hang out with him, and someone else approached, he'd glare daggers – if looks could kill, everyone but you would be long gone.

Somehow, Lord knows how, you two ended up together. And he was ecstatic.

To him, being around you was all he needed. All his other worries washed away, he tuned everything and everyone out, it was just you.

He kept your stuff – whatever he could get his hands on. He even gave you his jacket on purpose, so that it'd smell like you when he got it back. He didn't wash it after that.

Kaito never, ever left your side. He walked you from home to school, was with you at school, walked you back home.

"Ah, Kaito... (Friend's name) wants to—"

"No. You're mine."

Eventually... This spiraled out of control.

"We're a couple, (Y/N)! You're my partner. Couples do things together. Not with others. Together."

One day, you just woke up in his room – the last thing you could remember was talking to a friend on the phone. Whispering, so that Kaito wouldn't hear.

And God knows how long ago that was. He didn't let you leave.

Rantarou Amami

He's had an eye on you for a while. He's been watching from afar.

And he found himself getting attached, without having spoken a single word to you; not yet, at least.

When he finally managed to introduce himself to you, your smile and kindness almost made him explode. It felt heavenly, the way you spoke, your voice music to his ears, and... You were talking to him. It made things so much better.

And dear God save him, when you admitted that you considered him a close friend, he felt his heart pounding so much.

As time went by... He didn't want to be your friend anymore. He wanted more than that. Wanted you to himself only.

He'd threaten your other friends. Try and get you to hang out with him all the time. Try to have your attention on him at all times.

It got out of hand when you snapped at him.

"You can't control me! I am my own person, Amami, you can't fucking tell me what to do!"

You should really not have done that – you had never, ever, seen someone this angry before. And seeing Amami of all people this way... It was scary.

Ever since that day, he always forced you to cut ties with your other friends. He declared himself your boyfriend all of a sudden, and spent all his time with you.

Anyone who even dared look at you made him glare at them. He made sure to show the world you were his.

"They love me, y'know." He'd say, "Me only. And I love them. Couples do stuff together, and we're a couple. It's that simple."

And when you were alone, he'd tell you; "You love me too, (Y/N). You probably just don't know yet."

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi, being the guy he was, found it extremely easy to hide how he truly felt towards you.

You were his, in his mind. You two were friends in reality, but in his twisted little mind, you were much more.

At first, he watched -stalked, rather. He would take pictures when you weren't looking. He picked up your stuff, sometimes straight out of your bag when you weren't paying attention. Even hair. Even a half eaten apple.

When you, one day, concinved him to let him give you his scarf... He was ecstatic. He never washed it after that, he wanted to cherish your scent on it.

And oh boy, whoever else associated himself with you, they were extremely unlucky.

See, the boy was the SHSL Supreme Leader for a reason! He had a following who listened to him, duh.

And thus, people who talked to you or hung out with you began to 'mysteriously' disappear. Nobody suspected him.

Plus, he saw how upset this was making you – and snatched thw opportunity, making sure he was the one to comfort you. Those moments, they were like a high to him.

"Don't worry, (Y/N), everything will be okay... I'm here."

You held onto him sometimes, as you cried. You trusted him and made physical contact. What else could he ask for?

Simple. Another 'mysterious' disappearance!

Your turn.

One day, you remember getting ready for school, and then waking up somewhere else. It felt cold and unwelcoming... But then you were dragged off to a much comfier place. Warm. Soft.

"Welcome to my humble household, my (Y/N)!"

That voice...

"I like the sound of that. My (Y/N)..."

Korekiyo Shinguji

He's not the SHSL Anthropologist for no reason. The boy knows what this feeling is.

He knows, but had never experienced it before – not only love at first sight, but... A sense of possessiveness, too.

Because, as soon as the two of you started talking... He did not want it to stop.

Nor did he want you to talk to anyone else. They... They weren't worth your precious time.

What could they do? They couldn't tell you of the myths, stories, folklore, facts, origins of everything, ancient traditions and civilizations. He could.

Was this not enough for you to like him? Was he not enough for you, not worth your time?

He would have none of that, no. He loved you! How could he?

Every moment you say next to him felt unreal. He felt like he was talking to an angel, a being out of this world, pure and beautiful. Too beautiful for anyone else... They couldn't appreciate such beauty!

He could. He would.

He was obsessed, as it seemed. He did not mind it one bit – he acknowledged and accepted it. He aas in love, obsessed with you, and the idea of being with you.

"Would you like to come over to my house tonight, (Y/N)?"

You accepted.

Not knowing you wouldn't be leaving his house anytime soon.

"Ah... I can finally cherish you, your beauty... Humanity is truly beautiful, (Y/N), but I believe that such a beautiful person cannot be human."

You couldn't escape him. After all... He was good with ropes.

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta... Wasn't really sure what these feelings were, at first. He was confused.

But slowly, he liked to think he'd figured it out; he liked you!

He wasn't aware that this wasn't really... Love. An obsession, rather.

Because he always wanted to be with you. Always. Whenever you had to part ways, he always found himself either upset or angry.

He was mostly angered when you were ignoring him and were around others, though.

Within this anger, though, hid something else as well; fear.

These so-called friends of yours... Maybe they'd hurt you. Mentally, physically even. Something Gonta would never do, because it's ungentlemanly. And he was a gentleman in love.

Which meant he had to protect you, right?

That's why he kept watching you when you weren't with him. That's what he told himself anyway, to ignore the fact that he was indeed... Obsessed.

Eventually, he snapped. One of your friends, now an ex friend, had hurt you; had been extremely rude, leading to a fallout between the two of you.

And Gonta... Gonta actually killed them.

You saw it.

"A- Ah, (Y/N)! Look, Gonta took care of this! Your friend hurt you... But it won't happen again, 'cause they won't wake up."

That's... That's not the Gonta you knew.

"Gonta can't risk having you get hurt again! Gonta will take care of you."

That day was the last day you saw sunlight.