#danganronpa drabble

[aphroditesswan]

Guess who's backkkk! Me ofc <3

New request! :)

This request is idk probably weird! But ur my favorite! Can I ask for a reader who speaks another language but Is fluent in English. (I speak Spanish) and for example reader is speaking English but mixes it up with there other native language? Like I speak Spanglish (mix between Spanish and English) I hope you understand what I'm saying 🙁

But with danganronpa characters! (I'm a multifandom person) with kokichi and other characters u love! Can be either female or male characters! Have a nice dayyyy <3

déjate llevar 

danganronpa v3 characters x gn! reader 

warnings: translator spanish, kokichi. 

summary: your native language slips a bit while with your classmates 

genre: fluff, crack 

notes: i’m a no sabo kid so please excuse the terrible translator spanish 🙏  also these r the v3 characters that i actually like so like,, there’s not a lot. 

requested: yes! by my fav requester no less

kaede 

oh she is on you about it, but not in a bad way. she listens intently to anything you’re saying, thinking maybe she can get kiibo to translate it later. she ultimately fails, simply forgetting how exactly you said it and gets the weirdest translation ever and ends up almost malfunctioning kiibo. 

“whhhat are you doing?” you had asked, walking in on a very confused kiibo and a disappointed kaede. “oh uhm,, i was asking kiibo about something that uhm, i heard earlier!” “translation,, my chicken smacked it’s nightlight in the face.” upon hearing kiibo, you realize two things. 1. kaede was trying to translate something you had said 2. she was absolutely terrible at spanish pronunciation. 

shuichi 

he’s curious, that’s for sure, but he doesn’t exactly know how to ask you what you had said. he thinks that either you’d think he was dumb or you’d blatantly ignore him. oh the over thinker you are, saihara. like maki, he’s writing down everything you say that he wants to know, except he has no plans of talking to you about it. if he doesn’t have a pen and paper, it’s a mental note in his mind and thank the gods he’s infinitely better at spelling and pronunciation than kaede. 

“whatcha writing, shuichi? i’m curious.” you’d said, and yet again another thing he’d have to write down. “it’s nothing, don’t worry. just a couple of notes.” he had written down your latest phrase, taking the sticky note off and folding it, putting it in his pocket for later. “really? i could help you know-“ “no! i mean,, i appreciate it, i really do, but i don’t need any help, really.” “you sure?” “of course, no worries.” you then smile at him, shrugging and going back to your original task which required you to leave the room for just a bit. he sighed, slumping his shoulders in defeat. stupid shuichi, that could’ve been his chance to ask about phrases. his pockets are filled with folded up sticky notes of the things you say, and now he’ll have to search through an outdated dictionary for answers. good luck with that, saihara. 

maki 

immediately thinks that whatever you said, it was some sort of code. she’d glare at you from wherever she was, leaving poor you to question what the hell you did wrong. you wouldn’t know she was following you and listening to every small thing you said in your native language until you were alone and turned around from looking at something in your lab, seeing maki less than a foot in front of you. 

“ah- maki, what did you need? i didn’t even hear you come in…” you put down the item you had on a nearby desk, trying to back up a bit. “this. what do they mean?” she presented a notebook to you, listing all the spanish phrases you’d said out of instinct in the last couple hours. “ohhh… well for instance that first one means ‘i am surrounded by imbeciles.’ if that helps you.” you smile a bit, already catching onto the fact she thought it was something dangerous and thinking it was just a bit entertaining. 

kokichi 

somehow fucking knows spanish. and he’s listening for it too, already discerning from the slightest slip of an accent, that nobody else had noticed, that english most certainly wasn’t your first language much less japanese. 

“no puedes hablar en serio. te juro que me pones de los nervios más que nadie aquí.” you’d said as kokichi bothered you with the most useless thing, and trust me he knew what he was doing, for the nth time today. “heyy, that’s not nice to say, now is it?” he’d responded back in perfect spanish, smirking to himself as he followed behind you. you hadn’t noticed until you continued cursing at him in spanish (the same way you’d later realize was much like your mother) and then you stopped dead in your tracts, slowly turning your head to the smug kokichi. “what.” he flashed you that cheshire cat smile, and you swear that if it was possible he’d have the same powers as him. “what, not in the mood to talk anymore now, are you? be careful what you say, amigoooo!” he taunted as he walked backwards and left you with your eye twitching. “kokichi! get back here!” you looked around with furrowed brows, now speed walking towards kokichi with a glare. earlier, you had said some not nice things in a moment of anger, but hopefully he didn’t remember all of them. he couldn’t have, right? either way, he can’t run from you forever, and when you catch him he is absolutely, positively done for. 

kiibo 

offers to be a translator for you. you could say the most diabolical thing on earth in spanish and he’s looking like 😦 but would still offer to translate what you said like you MEANT for somebody to actually understand you. 

“su multa como el infierno, yo personalmente sería bussing abajo sin dudarlo.” “EXCUSE ME. would you like me to translate your current sentence?” “ABSOLUTELY NOT KIIBO???” you have half a mind to shut him off just because he offered to translate it. hopefully, JUST HOPEFULLY, kokichi wasn’t around to hear that because then you’d really be in trouble, but if kiibo keeps offering to translate your deep dark secrets you say in spanish he better watch out. ricky when i catch you ricky. 

not a lot of the v3 characters interest me enough to write abt them lowk 😭

[starshinz]

ᜊ sdr2 cast watching a baby! contains spoilers for dr2!

sonia !! the ultimate princess!

she is sooo good with babies !!

she's surely had to take child care classes, and every baby she ever comes in contact with loves her.

she's the sweetest! most likely the best person to leave your baby with. there's not much to say, but she's very good with babies.

gundham !! the ultimate breeder!

i feel like he would be good with babies since he spends so much time with animals! he would pick up the practice pretty easily.

he let's all of his hamsters sniff the baby, but he's very cautious about how close the baby is allowed to them. he knows that the baby probably isn't old enough to control its strength, and he doesn't want his animals or the baby to get hurt.

he feeds the baby when he feeds his four dark devas. the baby is well-cared for and well fed.

as much as he may complain about how someone like him shouldn't be saddled with the task of caring for such a trivial thing, he's very sweet.

nagito !! the ultimate lucky student!

he's confused about why he's being handed a baby, and he refuses to care for it until he's forced. he doesn't want any harm to come to it while it's with him, so he does his best to avoid any possible danger.

nagito would probably gets struck by lightning while caring for the baby, but with his luck, the baby makes it out without a scratch. the baby also probably thinks it's the funniest thing in the world though.

he's very kind and the baby is well taken care of.

hajime !!

he's also very confused as to why he's being asked to watch a baby. he probably insists that he's no good at it, but he's probably one of the most reasonable people to give a baby to.

he can easily settle the baby down if its crying and he's very sweet to it. probably one of the only people to use a baby voice. he only does it when he's alone though, and he would die of mortification if someone heard him.

chiaki !! the ultimate gamer!

chiaki occupies the baby with video games. she might put on a video for the baby, or she just let's it watch her play her games. the baby definitely goes home with a headache or migraine because of the bright screen. she let's the baby lay next to her in bed, or in its crib, and she might fall asleep with it.

she probably forgets to eat sometimes due to her constant gaming, so she might forget to feed the baby. or it might help her remember to eat more often. the crying might signal that it's time to eat.

it was a fun experience, but she probably won't be given a baby again.

mikan !! the ultimate nurse!

she would be a good caretaker for a few minutes, but would then get distracted and begin caring for another patient.

she's easily able to multitask, so reasonably she would be able to take care of it and other people, but no parent wants their baby around a bunch of sick people.

she's probably one of the worst people to give the baby to. she'll have a panic attack.

hiyoko !! the ultimate traditional dancer!

she would not give a single fuck.

anything taking attention away from her needs to go away immediately.

i feel like she would grow attached, and refuse to give the baby back. she claims the baby is a "mini-me" of her, even if it looks nothing like her.

she dances for it, and the baby looooves it. the beautiful movements and pretty clothes she wears entertains the baby very easily.

she has someone else change the baby.

mahiru !! the ultimate photographer!

she's very sweet. she might not be the best caretaker, but she has the spirit! the baby would be very content with her, but she might not know exactly what she's doing.

she glares at any males who try and come near her and the baby, immediately making them back off. it doesn't matter even if they're coming over to help, she insists that she can do it on her own.

nekomaru !! the ultimate team manager!

i feel like he would be a good baby watcher. he could easily hold a baby and instruct his teams to do what they need to do. he would look kind of silly while holding a baby, but he wouldn't understand what was so funny about it.

a very well fed and well taken care of baby. it just falls asleep in his arms, content to be held.

he yells quite a lot, so i'm sure he would upset the baby at least a few times with his loud voice. he wakes it up from its naps and then he has to rock it back to sleep.

akane !! the ultimate gymnast!

she might be a good caretaker! but as soon as the baby gets in the way of her training, she's at least a little agitated.

she makes sure that it's well fed and taken care of. she'll also make sure it's changed as soon as it becomes dirty ( due to her very strong sense of smell ), because she couldn't stand the stench of a dirty diaper.

she puts the baby in a chair / stroller / walker in view of her workout and assumes that's good enough.

fuyuhiko !! the ultimate yakuza!

i can't decide if he would love or hate babies.

if he loves them, he would be very quiet about it and would deny it if anyone questioned him. he has a younger sibling so i'm sure he's at least somewhat used to being around children younger than him, but i'm not sure if he would be good with them. fuyuhiko would definitely go to peko and ask for help.

if he hates them, he would just stare at the baby and be confused as to what he was supposed to do with this.. thing. he wouldn't just leave it by itself though. he would make sure it was well taken care of and he would do everything he could to make sure it didn't cry.

peko !! the ultimate swordswoman!

i'm not sure how well she would do with babies. she might secretly love them but not be able to express that. if she's alone with the baby, she might coo at it and rock it back and forth.

she would protect the baby with her life. it's probably the most physically safe with her. peko would undoubtedly be one of the best people to ask to watch a baby.

ibuki !! the ultimate musician!

ibuki would definitely sing to the baby, but then get confused as to why it starts crying. ( it's crying because of how loud the music is 😭 )

after she realized ( someone probably told her ) that the music was too loud for the little babies eardrums, she lowers her volume and sings it a lullaby.

ibuki wouldn't mean to cause the baby any harm, but she would probably cause ear damage somehow. or she would almost drop the baby. she would also probably forget to change it, and complain about how bad it smells.

kazuichi !! the ultimate mechanic!

kazuichi would probably just put the baby down and then forget about it. he would get so distracted focusing on his latest mechanical fixation, that he would just forget that he was supposed to be watching a baby.

i feel like kazuichi is the type to forget to eat when he's fixing things, so he would also probably forget to feed the baby. and change it.

whoever the baby's parent/s are, are not going to be happy with him when they pick their child up.

byakuya !! the ultimate affluent progeny! the ultimate imposter!

see, they might be good with babies. i feel like it could go either way. probably like fuyuhiko, where they say they don't care for babies ( that's a very byakuya thing to say ), but they do care about them.

they would make funny faces for the baby and pinch the baby's cheeks ( and reluctantly the baby pinch theirs if no one is around to witness it ).

they would never forget to feed the baby. honestly, they might overfeed it a bit, but not enough that the baby would get sick.

teruteru !! the ultimate cook!

don't let him near children. i hate him. ick.

[writinganddyinginside]

Higher Than Ever Together

Danganronpa Drabble

Word Count: 816.

Ships: Shuichi Saihara/Hajime Hinata. + Mentions of other characters.

CW

Mentions of drought

Mentions of death

Heights

Isolation

Credits

Banner: PNGs from @/luvpngs, @/4everpluie, @/thepngpixie, @/pngsgalore, and @/adjpngs

Divider: @/fairytopea

Heavily inspired by Cloud Climber by Two Star Games.

See on other platforms: [Twitter] [AO3]

“Can you even see the fifth tower anymore?”

“No. But we know where it is, yeah?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Hajime’s eyesight was better than Shuichi’s. Not by a landslide, but enough that sometimes Shuichi would ask him, “Am I seeing this right?” and trust his answer. Shuichi was weaker in some sense, too. He could hold real steady, which was valuable when it came to holding boards and nails in place, but he had never really built any structure in his life before the drought started.

Not that Hajime had built a whole tower before either, but he had done handiwork with his parents before. Shuichi hadn’t done anything like this. He said he felt the same way now that he felt growing up, now that everyone was gone. Not exactly the same, of course, since Hajime was here.

Now that they were truly alone, they’d often forget what they had even been doing up here.

“What are we going to do when we get to the fifth tower again?”

“Build to the seventh tower.”

“Because the sixth tower fell.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

They relax and look out at the view multiple times a day. Because they have all day. No one’s waiting for them.

“Byakuya Togami,” Shuichi blurts out as they sit in the middle of the bridge between towers Two and Three. He was extremely anxious about stilling on the bridges and staircases at one point, but he’s used to it now.

“What?”

“He was in the sixth tower.”

“When it fell?”

“Yeah. I remember because… because I spoke to him once. When he was further this way.”

“I heard he was an asshole.”

“He is. Your brother said he’s a bit worse for wear now, though. Apparently he used to be ruder.”

“Makoto?”

“Yeah, your brother.” Shuichi turned to look at Hajime, perhaps searching for some semblance of disbelief that wasn’t there.

“Oh.

“Come on, let’s go.”

The sixth tower incident was the most widely remarked and remembered, for obvious reasons. Byakuya fell along with Celestia Ludenburg, Takemichi Yukimaru, Hiyoko Saionji, Tsumugi Shirogane, and some others they couldn’t remember. There was a larger number of people in the tower, and the only reason they remembered Takemichi is because he likes to yell across the towers and so everyone knew him, if not by his name then as “the guy who screams occasionally”.

“I knew Hiyoko,” Hajime remarked, lugging his bag to the end of the bridge. The stairs that went upward from the bridge were broken so Hajime immediately walked around the walkway balcony  attached to the actual tower structure to where he knew wood would be. Shuichi went into the inside of the tower, looking through all the chests and shelves and looking across the table. He found clothes, and left them. He found papers, and took them. “What was she like?” he exclaimed through the door.

“Irritating…

“She wasn’t bad, though. I guess. Just liked to mess with people.”

Shuichi stuffed the pieces of paper into his bag and pulled out nails as he rushed out to the broken staircase. “Do you know anything about her?”

Hajime shrugged, laying a piece of wood in place for Shuichi to hold nails to. 

“She was a dancer. Real small traditional dancer. ‘S why she didn’t build anything. Just distributed food and water. Sometimes people asked her to dance for them. She didn’t really like when people asked, though.”

“Oh. She sounds interesting.” Shuichi doesn’t know what to say.

“Mhm. This should be good enough.”

“Okay. Maybe I have something of hers. Are there more nails over there before we get too high?—I don’t think I’ll have enough. I can carry a whole bag if there’s a whole bag.”

“There is some—here. You might have some official stuff; I don’t know if she’s the journal type.”

“Thank you. I don’t really like to read people’s diaries anyway.”

They built all the way to the next floor of the tower, carrying more wood and nails and materials than before. Hajime hauled most of the weight.

Shuichi rejoined Hajime at the bottom of the next staircase, paper crinkling in his personal bag. “Can we stop at the top?”

“We’re not going to the top.”

“Ah—I meant when we get to the bridge.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, thanks. Sorry—I just get kind of tired.”

“I know. It’s okay. I get tired, too. Gotta carry everything.”

Shuichi huffs in place of another apology, fundamentally understanding the lack of complaint in his partner’s light-hearted tone.

They sat down before the threshold of the bridge going from Tower Three to Four. They ate some of what food they had and Shuichi pulled out a paper randomly from his bag, then opened the bag up to Hajime for him to do the same. So they each opened their little piece of paper and began reading through the things their compatriots left behind.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

yall..im workin hard on the last part of fbrc rn....BUUUUUTTT--

i thought of childhood friend (im sorry i cant help it) bodyguard katsuki being hopelessly devoted to big boss' daughter reader.

let's say the environment he grew up in wasn't good at all. he lived in a horrible neighborhood that had a survival of the fittest mentality. he had to rob n steal and fight to survive. and them maybe he got recruited by some crime syndicate who saw his potential from a young age.

he feels indebted to them cus they got him out the streets, so he decides to devote his entire life to this syndicate and his boss, who just so happens to have a child : you.

you're the same age as him, maybe a year younger. his first thought is that you're a pushover. you hide behind your father the whole time he's introducing you to him and you barely even look at him, but he's been told he has a bit of a stink eye because he's just sorta used to glaring at people.

as your father keeps introducing you both your eyes widen at him saying katsuki will become your new best friend. yours out of joy cus you've always been sheltered and you've never really had friends your age before, and katsuki's out of shock. he thought he was here to kick people's asses, not babysit some random girl !

when your father pulls katsuki aside later that day he explains that since he's a very dangerous man other dangerous people will try to endanger not only him but his family and since he's strong he'd like him to watch over you. katsuki doesn't like it, but your dad did save him from his life on the street, so he can play nice for now.

he's never had friends either, so he doesn't know how to play like other kids do, and definetly not like you do.

you have him follow you around calling him your knight, you stick stupid clips in his hair and get all pouty when he won't let you put that pastey makeup shit on his face. you have him kiss your ouchies away when you trip over your own shadow and you whine and whine until he let's you jump on his back to give you a piggy back ride.

though, the more he spends time with you, the more there are fun moments. he hates to admit it but it's fun to be a kid with you. you play games that he likes to play and you share your cookies with him and he carries you around and plays dolls with you in exchange. he kisses your ouchies away and you put a cool bandage over his cheek when he's done training for the day and press a big get better kiss on it. you tell him it's to energize him and he huffs and puffs about it but he always looks forward to his kiss after training.

you've complained to him about how you can't spend much time with your dad since he's always out working, you don't have friends because everyone is a threat and you're always being surveyed and watched from a distance and you cry and say you hate it. you tell him that he's your fifth body guard and that he's your favorite one by far. you smile at him and the apples of his cheeks burn, he tries but can't supress the proud smile that grows on his face "of course i am, i'm the best !"

he's been your favorite and last body guard since that day because katsuki has made it his life's mission to devote himself to his clan, his boss and most of all, you.

[frickingnerd]

under your spell

pairing: gundham tanaka x gn!reader

summary: gundham is certain you cursed him! how else could he explain those odd feelings he gets around you?

tags: silly & wholesome fluff, gundham is bad at feelings, gundham crushing on reader (& not realizing it), flustered!gundham

“you cursed me!”

you looked up at your classmate, his face mostly covered by his scarf, but you could still see a hint of his pink cheeks behind it.

“no matter how hard i try, you're always on my mind. tell me, what kind of spell did you use on me, witch?”

if it had been any other guy, you would've scolded him for calling you a witch. but this was gundham in front of you. you were used to his mannerisms by now and you knew that he meant no harm.

“gundham…” you couldn't help but grin. “i didn't curse you. could it be that… you have a crush on me?”

the boys eyes widened and the pink from his cheeks spread further across his face. he clenched his scarf, quietly mumbling to himself.

“no, impossible. i– i could never fall in love. nevertheless with a mere mortal!”

you smiled softly as you watched the boy struggle so much with his feelings for you. despite that, you were convinced that at least a part of him was aware that he liked you. otherwise he wouldn't have confronted you just now, right?

[m-y-fandoms]

Commission: Nagito Komaeda and Kokichi Ouma - Kissing/Makeout Headcanons + First Kiss Drabble

Fic premise assumes you are the S/O (established relationship or crush) and WANT to be kissed by them, keep this in mind.

Word count: 2.6k words

Nagito Komaeda

Nagito is very ill (obviously) both mentally and physically. With this in mind and just seeing how he acts in-game, I have always retained the idea that he has different sides of himself. I think a lot of the time, the illness gets to his head.

Which Nagito you get can change day by day depending on his mood, his goals, or his current mental state, as we see in-game. Think of how he acts in the beginning of Chapter 1 versus say Chapter 5.

There was a very smug, passive-aggressive (and sometimes just plain aggressive), and sharp-witted Nagito…

Or the giggling, self-hating, hope-gasming mess of a man Nagito.

As his S/O, you got both sides, and both sides would serve you in his own way. He would always strive to please you, even if his methods and words sometimes weren’t the best.

After all, he wouldn’t have fallen in love with you if he didn’t see you as a beacon of hope. You were worthy in every way to him, even when he felt like he didn’t deserve you.

Early into your relationship, Nagito would be very needy, in disbelief that someone like him could have someone like you. He’d be touch-starved, nearly worshiping your body as you made out.

His hands would shake as he ran them up and down your sides while you kissed, clawing at your scalp, desperate to pull you in as if he’d lose you if he didn’t.

He’d be out of breath, ragged, not wanting to separate from you. He wouldn’t believe you would want to be near him, much less lock lips with him. He would savor every second, heart beating wildly in his chest. He would feel like he could pass out at any second.

As your relationship progressed and you two got more comfortable being romantic and vulnerable around each other, he would become more confident and initiate the connections between you two more often.

There would still be times where he acted a bit strange or timid, even in your trusted presence, but now making out with you was something he wanted to enjoy regularly, craved and needed, rather than an occurrence he thought would never happen to him in a million years.

He warms up to you like an engine, going from clinging to you and asking between kisses why you have feelings for a mess like him, to leaving you speechless and breathless as he pushes you up against the wall of your private cottage. He’d cage you in with his arms on either side of you, wanting you only to himself, biting at your bottom lip.

He’d become greedy with your touch and time, dragging you away from the group to make out in your room and tell you how you drive him wild.

The First Kiss

You sat on the floor of Nagito’s cabin with him like you did pretty much every night, cross-legged and hiding a hand of cards from him so he couldn’t cheat. He won nearly every time anyway, so he didn’t need that extra advantage. You enjoyed whisking him away for alone time like this. You found that many of your classmates either didn’t like Nagito or didn’t understand him. Most found him odd, even those who called him a friend. He never saw their judgements or little jabs as hurtful because he thought he deserved it. It made you really enjoy the time spent between only the two of you, because there was no judgement toward him, no stress. You could just be yourselves. He could even tell you about his ideals and plans for hope for the world all he wanted without being side-eyed. You often talked for hours as you played video games you borrowed from Chiaki and ate snacks. 

Everyone knew you two were a thing, a close friendship that had blossomed into a mutual crush. You were rarely seen without the other, and in fact most had an inkling that if Nagito wasn’t with you, he was up to something. 

You had a lot of fun with him, despite his constant questioning of your feelings for him: asking why you’d want to even be around someone like him, assuring you that he knew he could be a bother. He felt like he was a waste of your time, and you were slowly getting him out of the habit of feeling that way.

Now into early hours of the morning, everyone else was fast asleep for the night. Nagito walked you back to your cabin in the dark of the humid night, lit only by small lanterns adorning the cottage walls. This was your routine. Once in a while you fell asleep in his bed while he slept on the floor with a single blanket and pillow but him walking you back to your room before then was the norm. He’d casually wrap his coat around your shoulders on the rare occasion it was chilly, sometimes risk awkwardly reaching for your hand. He’d never been forward with you thus far, making it clear that while he wanted more, he didn’t feel like he deserved it. He wasn’t the best choice for you. He was meant to support you, to bolster your hope, not be a romantic equal. Tonight, it felt a little different, though. You wanted your relationship to move to the next level. You were going crazy, left with only the gentle embraces or leaning against him on his bed to satisfy you until your next fix. You needed more.

“Well… goodnight (Y/N),” Nagito flashed you a sideways grin, hesitating as if something were on his mind before turning to return to his cabin alone. You’d met his eyes and he looked away, already beginning his trek back. You reached out, grasping the tips of his fingers then securely moving your way up his arm to halt him.

“Nagito, wait…” He snapped his ghostly white face back to you immediately, expectantly almost…

“Yeah?” You swallowed nervously, losing the confidence and adrenaline rush when his eyes searched yours. He had a way of making butterflies appear in your stomach. He was just… so pretty, especially in the low lighting, especially with your nerves on fire. “What is it, (Y/N)...?” He stepped closer when the silence lingered.

“I, well… don’t go, yet…” You struggled to find the words. You couldn’t just ask straight out, right?

“Okay… I’ll stay. Is something wrong?” He hadn’t known you to ever be nervous or at a loss of words around him. That was everyone else’s job.

“Well, I want to… well…” he stepped a bit closer and your heart rate picked up. “Is it okay if maybe, I kiss you?” He felt his heart sink. His eyes went wide, pupils blown out in disbelief, but yet he stepped closer, as if his body and mind were at opposition.

“What? You want to kiss someone like me? Why would you-”

“If you don’t want to, please, it’s okay. Seriously, we don’t have to-.” You started back tracking immediately, thinking maybe you’d gone too far. 

“Well of course I want to, but… I mean someone like me would only soil you. Can you imagine my filthy lips on y-”

“I do imagine your lips… a lot.” You spoke barely above a whisper, and he moved closer once more, until your chest lightly bumped against his.

“Really? Wow, I can’t imagine such a shining beacon of hope such as yourself wanting anything to do with me…” His eyes darted between yours and your bottom lip, feeling the stirrings of desire in the pit of his stomach.

“You say that a lot, you know… I wish you wouldn’t.” You tilted your head slightly, leaning in gently, extending your neck just barely.

“Are you sure about this?” His voice took on a slightly husky tone, and he didn’t stop you when your lips bumped against his, so reluctantly, so jittery. When he didn’t pull away, you pressed a little harder.

Almost like his cautious and unsure mood from just before was a merely a farce, he tilted his head to match, and his lips melted into yours like they were meant to fit together. Touch-starved and needy, he brought two shaky hands up to clutch onto your shoulders, as if you’d blow away with the wind if he didn’t. Allowing you very little time or room to breathe, his tongue found its way past your lips and brushed against yours. He felt you return the gesture with even more enthusiasm, and you heard as much as felt him moan into your mouth. The rumble in his chest sent sparks to your brain. He moved one hand around your waist, the other grabbing the back of your neck desperately, pulling you further in when you couldn’t physically be any closer. He was frantic, needing more and more of you. His mind was racing with so many thoughts at once.

Needing air urgently, you pulled away and found him hesitant to let go. So you didn’t. Not wanting to part from him either, you rested your forehead against his, bringing your hands up to run through his cloud of messy white locks.

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi is not shy.

He is bold, teasing, and very loud about his feelngs for you.

Because while he loved to lie, your flustered reactions to his affections were so much more rewarding.

When it came to kissing, well there was no better way to rile you up and get that reaction he was looking for.

He loves PDA.

Kissing you in public was not only a way to mess with you, but to show the world you belonged to him.

He would do drive by kisses, running up to you for a peck then scampering off before you had a moment to process.

He would make bets, games, dares where you had to kiss him if you lost.

Kokichi was not nice.

When he made out with you in the privacy of your own dorm rooms, he was rough and unforgiving. He liked your little yips and gasps of surprise.

He would nibble at your jaw…

Bite your bottom lip a little too hard and lick up the bead of blood that spilled out…

Wrap one hand around your throat to keep you in place…

Sometimes he would tease you, hovering his lips over yours until you were nearly begging him to just kiss you already.

Your embarrassment was super cute to him.

When he was really into it, sometimes he’d pull at your hair or grab your backside, and when your lips parted to gasp, shoved his tongue in, an opportunist.

The First Kiss

You were traipsing about with Kokichi, investigating the newly unlocked areas of the academy. Exploring the vast and mysterious campus was daunting alone, but super fun with Kokichi by your side. You bounced between recently opened labs while Kokichi bothered their owners.

After a while, as the day was winding down and you’d begun to run low on energy, you sat with Kokichi on the top step of the flight of stairs just down the hall from Kiyo’s lab. The atmosphere was dark and gloomy, like the set of a horror film. You’d never have come up to this floor alone. You wondered why such a cheery girl like Angie had her lab - used to create beautiful art - on such a spooky floor. Kokichi, of course, had been messing with you the whole time, claiming he’d seen a dark shadow down the hall or that he swore he heard Kiyo hatching an evil plan in his lab earlier. You’d punched his shoulder, begging him to cut it out before you ran back to your dorm and left him behind. Looking down the creaky steps, you spoke a warning to him:

“Kokichi, I’m serious! You know this place freaks me out already. I don’t need you adding to i- mmph!” Your words were cut off, muffled into an awkward noise when Kokichi’s lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes widened in shock, but his were closed as he kissed you and pulled back just as fast. He leaned back on his hands, smirking mischeviously at you.

“W-what was that for?!” You sputtered, feeling your pulse throb in your chest.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Kokichi feigned innocence, his mouth agape in a childish look of guilt.

“You kissed me???” Your brows furrowed suspiciously.

“Well, I like you!” He grinned genuinely. “I know you like me too~! I heard you talking to Saihara about it the other day!” You were shocked at his apparent spying on you and would address it later, but he was right. You did have a crush on Kokichi, and you’d spoken to your close friend Shuichi about it at length, but you’d never have told Kokichi himself. You expected a swift and humiliating rejection if you did. You liked Kokichi a lot actually, but thought that to him, you were nothing more than a plaything, a way to avoid boredom because you tolerated him unlike most of your peers. A friend at most. 

Your mind was racing, wondering how he could confess his feelings for you so bluntly, so plainly… Wasn’t he nervous at all? Was this a lie? Who can state that they like someone as more than a friend so casually?

But then you remembered that this was Kokichi. He wasn’t like other people. He was unique, for sure. You’d never met anyone like him.

“If you knew, why didn’t you tell me before?” You questioned, disbelief in your voice. He really was something else. “Ahhh!” You cried out as you were pushed backwards suddenly, now laying flat on the floor against the landing of the stairs. Kokichi jumped astride you, ignoring your question and straddling your waist. With a devilish grin he looked at you, pinned down below him. “Kokichi!” You squealed, not able to do much else. Your limbs felt like jelly and you couldn’t make eye contact with him.

“Awww I love that embarrassed expression on you~! You know, (Y/N)... you’re kinda cute this way.” He leaned down, letting the tip of his nose wiggle against yours. “You want more?” He mused, his tone low and impish. Turning your head away from him shyly, you paused, thinking about if you should humiliate yourself by playing along first, before nodding in response.

“Then beg for it…” he frowned down at you, deadly serious and commanding an intimidating presence.

“Stop it, Kokichi! You’re being cruel…” You threw an arm over your eyes, obscuring him from view, wishing you could just disappear at this very moment. You couldn’t take the teasing anymore. You were used to it from him, but not in this way. Never in this way.

“Come on now… if you act like that, I won’t kiss you ever again!” He crinkled his nose and furrowed his brow in disapproval. Your ears perked up at that, and you acted on instinct, reaching up and grabbing his checkered bandana in a vice-like grip. His mouth fell agape just a little, brows raising. “Oh, so that’s how it is~” he snickered. 

He knew he had you in his trap, just where he wanted you. You tugged on the bandana, and he let you, bringing his lips down to hover right above yours. You closed your eyes expectantly, waiting for a kiss that never came. After a second, you felt the weight of his body lift off of you, and your eyes fluttered open in disappointment.

“Kokichi?” You sat up to see him already a few steps ahead of you, ready to make a break for it.

“Tell you what… if you can catch me, I’ll take you back to your room and kiss you all you want~!” He gestured flippantly to you, waving his hand, and took off at the speed of light.

[unifycurlyfry]

Breaking Kazuichi's Gift

I personally hc that Ibuki is very sentimental and puts so much sentimental value on all Kazuichi's gifts, so here's a short drabble based on that!:

She couldn’t believe she made one wrong stupid move, causing the little vase that contained Kazuichi’s handcrafted metal flower for her to crash on the ground. 

Ibuki could feel the tears stinging in her eyes as she kneeled down to pick up the little bolts and pieces that lay scattered across the floor, seeing Kazuichi follow suit through her watery vision. 

“Ah, don’t worry about it, I can fix it right u-“ Kazuichi was saying before his words halted at the sight of Ibuki’s tears. 

“H-Hey,” His tone turned softer, pausing from picking up the pieces, “Like I said- I can fix this no problem, it wasn’t built good at all in the first place-“

“It’s not about that Kaz!” She snapped, wiping her sniffly nose as she picked up the last piece, frowning as she placed what used to be a metal flower, the first gift he ever gave her, onto the desk. 

Kazuichi stood, looking at her back turned towards him with pity. He pursed his lips, figuring out what to do or say. 

He walked up behind her, gently placing a hand on her arm, and when she didn’t react badly to that, he brought her in a little closer, hugging her body to his side.

“What’s wrong?” Kazuichi asked, figuring he could let her tell him instead of incidentally saying anything more stupid that would worsen it.

“It meant a lot to me,” Ibuki cried, looking at the ground and ferociously wiping her eyes with her arm, “It was the first gift Kazuichi gave… Right when we started dating… and it made Ibuki so happy. He put so much love in it…”

Kazuichi rubbed her arm as she let herself bury her cheek in his shirt. 

“So… it’s the memories behind it, right?” Kazuichi asked as she nodded. He thought for a moment, hearing her weak sniffles against him. 

“Well I…” Kazuichi scratched the back of his neck, “I know fixing it wouldn’t be quite the same as when I first gave it to you, but in a way that’s kind of… metaphorical, ya know? Like, I loved you then, and I still love you just the same now,” his cheeks turned a little pink, cringing at his words, “Ah, I dunno, sorry, what I mean is that it is it’s intention rather than what it is, yeah? Or, we can leave it be, if you really don’t want to touch it.” 

Ibuki sniffed and cuddled her face closer to his chest.

“Kazuichi is right��� that would be cute,” Ibuki looked at the broken pieces, each piece had been chosen and thought out by him. It didn’t matter what shape it formed. She didn’t break the feeling behind it.

“I’m a mechanic, y’know? Everything I build is meant to break at some point then fixed again!” He joked lamely, and Ibuki giggled, her sound of light laughter replacing her crying.

He smiled, thankful that his lack of understanding on how to comfort somehow was enough. 

The next week, the metal flower in a new shape hung on Ibuki’s wall. 

(art by my friend bakboso_exe on twt!)

[maehemthemisfit]

I feel like... KOKICHI would be so confused if you initiated physical contact with him. (that wasn't violent by any means and held no malicious intent)

Like, he dances over peoples boundaries all the time and violates their personal space for shits and giggles, but when you don't seem to mind and actually engaged in it, he's genuinely concerned. Not because you're reciprocating, but because it's him, the least likeable person in the building.

He really wouldn't know what to do with himself in that situation, he just sorta freezes. Be it a hug, headpat, or holding his hand, his response is so delayed he doesn't even register what happened until you're gone.

Please, no one approach him, he's not okay.

Probably avoids you like the plague at first because the things you make him feel is so foreign to him and definitely distracts him from his supreme leader plans.

If he's ever questioned about it, he of course gaslight and denies everything and calls you weird or something but he has a hard time lying directly to you

Thinks you have some ulterior motive and calls you out on it but you're just standing there confused.

Once he figures out you truly are no threat to him, he's in a weird position. For starters, you're not gullible to fall for or aid him in his schemes and second, you're always hanging out with him when you can so he can't get rid of you.

He thinks it's annoying at first but once he gets over his ick with his emotions, he'll constantly align himself in your presence (Because he's touch starved and wants attention) and be his clingy self again.

He'll demand piggy back rides and drag you everywhere because he can.

Definitely becomes a leech and now you're stuck with him for good, not that you're complaining.

[kelperings]

drawing based off the sweetest drabble known to man written by @dansconcepts !!!

THE DRABBLE WILL BE BELLOW!!’ PLEASE GO READ IT GUYS ITS VERY SWEET!! thank u to the writer for letting me draw art of this (unless i tripped the hardest of balls or i had a convo w someone else and confused it for this. I THINK IT WAS THIS THOUGH!!’n) eitherway, i loved reading this and u guys will too <33

aughwhhw ive jst finished ep8 (despair arc 4) of the dr anime and im losinh my mind, will draw smth over it eventually!!!!

[dansconcepts]

Bro Talk

Sometimes Hajime feels a bit insecure over Nagito liking him and reassurance from a friend is always nice.

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

Kazuichi’s eyebrows furrow, and he runs a hand through his hair. “Isn’t that why he likes you though?” 

Hajime pauses. 

“What do you mean?”

The mechanic shrugs. “Man, I know this is Komaeda, but doesn’t he like all the strange stuff about you?” It only causes the Reserve Course student to blink. 

“Bro. Isn’t that what love’s kinda all about? Liking all the strange stuff, and then some? Because if he isn’t, then he really doesn’t love you dude, and you deserve much better than that.” He squeezes Hajime’s shoulder. “But from what I can tell… he’s crazy about you man, and has been since day one.” 

“I- thanks.”

“No problem. Anything for my soul bro.”

It’s silent, but then… “You sound like you’re in love with someone. Is it Sonia again?”

Kazuichi’s face nearly turns as pink as his hair. “Wha-? Psh, nah…”

Hajime squints at him. His eyes widen. “You’re actually telling the truth! Who is it then?”

It takes him a few moments to think back, having to drown out Kazuichi’s protests, before he finally works it out.

“Oh. Strange stuff, huh?”

The mechanic just looks down. “Yeah. How’d you know?”

“I just thought about it a little. It’s okay. I’m happy for you.” He smiles, clapping Souda's shoulder. “You got this.”

“You too man.”

[writinganddyinginside]

Would’ve Been Yesterday, But

Dangnaronpa Drabble

Word Count: 778.

Ships: Nagito Komaeda/Hajime Hinata.

CW

Death

Credits

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

Divider: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

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

See on other platforms: [Twitter] [AO3]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hinata watches for a captivating moment.

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

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

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

“Hajime, come on.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For what?”

“Today.”

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

“Then who did?”

He doesn’t know. 

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

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

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

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

Clock ticking in his right ear.

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

Ticking in his right ear. 

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

Ticking in his right ear. 

This is what he was listening for. 

The clock ticking in his right ear.

[hajikei]

Favorite DRA character ? (for request)

(1/5 REQUESTS COMPLETE) - thank you for giving me an excuse to draw Kinji again!! he’s my #1 character in DRA i love he

[frickingnerd]

“who's laughing now?”

pairing: byakuya togami x gn!reader

summary: byakuya was an arrogant boy when you first met him, but an incident changes him, as he learns what loss means...

tags: byakuya redemption, death of reader, romantic/platonic relationship, enemies to friends/lovers, angst with no happy end

“one day, you'll lose something not even your money can replace. and when that day comes, i'll be the one laughing!”

for some reason, those words you said to byakuya a while ago came back to him at this very moment. he had laughed at you back then, thinking you were just another person jealous of his achievements and wealth. and yet, he truly had no idea what it was like to lose something money couldn't replace. until he lost you. 

your lifeless body was laying in his arms, as byakuya pulled you up from the cold ground of hope's peak academy. he knew that anyone could die in this killing game and you weren't the first to be killed. but only when it was you who was the victim did the reality of it all begin to set in. 

he'd never get to see you smile again. he won't hear you lecture him again and he won't be able to roll his eyes at you. but worst of all, he won't be able to tell you that he finally understood what you meant back then. and you'll never be able to laugh at him, like you promised…

[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: Kokichi Ouma dating a taller woman (headcanon list + drabble)

Word Count: 1.4K words approximately

Warnings/Details: SFW was requested, so any NSFW headcanons would have to be a separate piece. Expect fluff, romance, and possible unhealthy relationship elements because it’s Kokichi, but still SFW overall.

(A taller woman is defined here as literally even an inch taller than him, all the way up to a major height difference. I’ve dated a man only an inch shorter than me and definitely noticed that inch difference so we have a wide height range to work with here! I personally am imagining a woman at least a good five inches taller than him in my mind, but again, anyone taller than him in any way would work!)

As friends before you two were officially dating (but he had a crush on you):

Kokichi is definitely the type to tease and pick on the people he likes. It might even be hard to tell he has a crush on you because he’s mischievous and obnoxious with everyone. Depending on your personality type, you might enjoy just having his attention so often or, you might think he hates you or is just trying to bully you.

If you respond by liking the attention or teasing him back, he would get super confident and a little more touchy each time. It would become increasingly obvious that he’s flirting with you.

If you responded by pulling away or getting offended, he would become frustrated. In his mind it would be obvious that he likes you. Why else would he be giving you so much of his precious time and attention??? He would be a little whiny when you responded poorly or eventually feel the need to explain that he really likes you, but he would hate having to explain it. His cheeks would get all red, he’d roll his eyes, talking to you like you’re some idiot for not picking up on his cues.

Kokichi lies to everyone, even himself, so even though he acts like his height doesn’t bother him and even might joke about it sometimes, it probably bothers him at least a tiny bit deep down. He doesn’t make it a focus in his life but doesn’t like when people point it out, even if he plays it off and has a sarcastic rebuttal for them.

Therefore, when he finds himself crushing on you, a woman taller then him, he for sure would use your height to tease you. If he’s going to feel insecure, then everyone’s going to feel insecure. He doesn’t want you to think his height matters/is a flaw, so him teasing you will prove he’s confident in himself, right?

You’d definitely hear a bunch on uncreative jabs and nicknames: tree trunk, giraffe, skyscraper, stretch, bigfoot, lamp-post, daddy long legs, gigantasaurus, Goliath, stilts, rooftop, and so on and so forth.

He might surprise attack you, running and jumping onto your back and latching on. Whether or not this takes you down to the ground or you carry him around like a baby sloth matters little to him.

After you two start dating:

Sometimes, he will like to prove implicitly that he is not weak and not to be looked down upon for his size…

When you two are alone, he sometimes will pull at your hair or the collar of your shirt to bring you down to his height so he can kiss you or whisper in your ear. 

He likes to put you in physically uncomfortable positions to fluster and corner you. Feeling like he’s in control and can make you nervous excites him.

He will corner you in hallways, push you up against walls and trap you in between his arms.

He’s much stronger then he looks, but like with most aspects of Kokichi, what you see initially, isn’t always what you get.

When you two are alone in his room, he will cage you below him on his bed to kiss you, hold you down, be more assertive and initiate make-out sessions.

If you’re sitting together talking or playing games, he might pull you onto his lap, reassuring you in his own immature, aloof way that you’re not too heavy for him.

The teasing never stops, and certainly not in public. Kokichi isn’t one to bring down his walls and be vulnerable and romantic in front of others. Protective, possessive, or jealous maybe. He reserves his true feelings and mushy moments for when you two are alone, and threatens you with death should you tell anyone.

If he does let out some PDA with you, it’s purposely to fluster you or scare away others that he thinks are interested in you.

Also, he’s very much the “Only I can make fun of Y/N” or “Only I can hold Y/N’s hand” type of boyfriend, especially if you’re insecure about your height already. He gets clingy and jealous even when you’re just being platonic with others.

You were sitting in your dorm room for once. Usually, you found yourself spending the night in Kokichi’s, but he was being rather secretive about his room for some reason this week. You sat next to him on the ground, looking at a splayed out deck of cards on the floor. You often spent the nights like this: with him, either wandering the school grounds and getting up to trouble or in his room where he could have you all to himself. He could be selfish like that, clingy. Sometimes seeing others get close to you made him more jealous than he’d like to admit.

And you could most definitely tell when it was one of his more needy days. He’d be more whiny, showing his true feelings through a furrowed brow here or a scrunched nose there. He sighed, tired of leaning his head onto your shoulder. He wanted more, more contact with you, more of you entirely. Without warning, he grabbed both hands firmly onto your legs and pulled you into his lap. He was sitting with his legs criss-crossed, and with an unexpected show of strength for someone of his size, he sunk his slender, pale fingers into the meat of your thighs and slid you effortlessly into his lap. He snuggled you in and you slotted perfectly into the cavity of his hips and thighs.

You squirmed in protest, gasping a little at the surprise of being lifted so suddenly. Your cheeks warmed up at the close contact and intimate position. He placed his chin back onto your shoulder, nuzzling against it every so often and resumed the game, handing you cards and promising not to cheat and peek at your hand (probably a lie).

When moments passed and you still squirmed about uncomfortably in his lap, he grunted, irate:

“Sit still, I’m trying to get comfortable!” He tilted his head, biting down into the skin of your shoulder in a childish display of frustration.

“Well… Kokichi… aren’t I a little heavily? Are you sure you want me to sit here like this…?” You finally voiced the apprehension behind your wriggling. You were bigger then him, and his frame was so lithe and petite. You felt like a beast crushing it’s prey. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the closeness and his touch, but you couldn’t help but feel self conscious.

“Why would I put you here if I didn’t want it, stupid head?!” He puffed his cheeks out in exasperation.

“It just… I mean I feel like I’m grating your pelvis into dust right now…” He wouldn’t say it directly, but he hated comments like this. Though he knew it was your own insecurities against yourself at work, he couldn’t help but be offended for himself, like you thought he was puny and weak at the same time. You would never say that to Gonta or Kaito, right? Even Kiyo, who was thin as could be would be spared from such comments. Why? Because he was 6’2”. Kokichi frowned at your comment, trying not to take out that anger on you, though he really wanted to.

“If you move even an inch, I’m going to bonk you over the head and knock you out…” he grumbled, wrapping both arms around your torso and crushing you into his chest in a show of dominance. He wanted to prove that he could hold you, he could be strong and in control, he could handle all of you.

You relaxed into his hold, feeling the beating of his heart against your back and deciding to let the topic go for now. 

BONUS: In a NON-DESPAIR AU

He gets pissed, crossing his arms and practically steaming when you guys go to amusement parks and people imply that he’s not tall enough for certain rides.

He finds your body super attractive, content to sit back and simply watch you try on clothes without complaint.

He refers to you as his “tall gf” or “huge gf” in many different scenarios, even if you’re just the least bit taller than him.

[ultraviolet-psyche]

bright – komahina drabble

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Nagito wakes to the sight of heterochromatic eyes; one green, one red. He’s never seen so much hope in another’s eyes before. It reminds him of the one he–

Wait.

That is the one he loves.

Well, partially, but no matter; his presence is enough.

He doesn't know what's going on, or where he is, or why Hajime and Izuru now occupy the same body, but he’s hardly concerned. Hajime is smiling, extending his hand like Nagito had done for him. If Hajime is smiling, then surely, hope will triumph.

Nagito gives him his hand, his trust and his heart.

[ts4ritsa]

₊˚ପ⊹ falling asleep on them during a movie

ft. ryoma hoshi, shuichi saihara, & maki harukawa from danganronpa * ˚ ✦

tags / cw ✎ gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, drabble

RYOMA HOSHI ✰

ryoma would be pleasantly surprised if you were to fall asleep on him during a movie. he finds it silly, but also endearing. the movie couldn’t have been that boring, could it? he won’t bother you though, you deserve to be well-rested. and, if you’d like to sleep on him more, he’d tell you he wouldn’t mind letting you use him as your own pillow. he’d probably watch the movie a bit more for fun before turning the tv off and resting his head against you as well

SHUICHI SAIHARA ✰

shuichi would initially be a bit startled upon noticing your sleeping form. but he quickly realized you had just fallen asleep, and you sought comfort in his presence as you rested against him. a small blush would form on his cheeks at the proximity, but he would just feel glad that you’re cozy. he would probably just turn off the movie immediately and join you once he noticed you were sleeping because he didn’t wouldn’t want to let a peaceful yet intimate moment slip from his fingers

MAKI HARUKAWA ✰

maki would not be sure how to react at first. she is surprised, not expecting you to just fall asleep like that. but it’s not something she is unfamiliar with, given her experience as a former caregiver. after a few seconds she would simply sigh, gently leaning against you too, silently finding comfort in the closeness of the circumstances. she would lower the volume of the movie, just in case you would wake up and still care about watching the movie with her

©2024 ts4ritsa | req by 1-bumble-b-1

a/n : I know this was just a ryoma request but I kinda felt like writing for them too, sorry haha