#danganronpa wlw secret santa

[clownne-remade]

my second piece for @wlw-danganronpa-secretsanta irumatsu 4 @dumbbitchwynee i hope u like it!!

[sapphic-saionji]

Danganronpa WLW Secret Santa Entry!

Hi @yvma !! I’m your secret Santa! I know you originally wanted Ibuki/Chiaki, and I’m very sorry you had to settle for this, but I hope you enjoy it regardless.

( @wlw-danganronpa-secretsanta )

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Word Count: 1,415 (7,950 characters)

Ship: Nanatsumioda (Chiaki/Ibuki/Mikan)

Full fic under the cut!

Time.

Time was something everyone felt they had so little of.

Mikan Tsumiki never really thought about that too much. She only thought about time when she was worried about being late and letting someone down. In that moment, time was a big issue to her. Today was definitely one of those days.

She was worried about making it home in time for a yearly Christmas tradition with her girlfriends. Mikan never really even had Christmas 'traditions' growing up, but ever since she'd started dating Ibuki and Chiaki, they had made a tradition of staying up until midnight on Christmas Day, so they could give one another 'Christmas Kisses' as soon as the clock struck twelve, and open presents together. It was something they just always did together, and it made her happy. And of course, most importantly, it made her girlfriends happy.

So, naturally, the thought that she might miss out on the tradition and possibly upset Chiaki and Ibuki was nearly world-ending to Mikan. She mentally scolded herself for agreeing to take such a late shift at the hospital. She should have known the consequences of doing something so foolish! Oh, but if she hadn't, she would have upset her boss... and she could never let that happen. All she wanted was to please everyone... though it remained a daunting day-to-day task.

She had to stop worrying about being late for a moment to compose herself, and check the time on her phone to compare it to the bus schedule, and see when the next train would arrive. It was 11:39pm on her phone, and the next train wouldn't arrive for another six minutes, at 11:45. The nurse was left with no choice but to quietly take a seat on a nearby bench and obsessively check the time on her phone. Mikan's hand rested on her leg as it bounced wildly up and down.

The minutes that passed felt like hours, and Mikan felt utterly helpless at the hands of time. There was nothing she could do as she waited for the subway train. Tick. Tick. Tick. She hated every moment, anxiety welling in her tiny little body. When the train finally pulled into the station, it felt like it had been 11:45 for years. There weren't many people in the subway at this hour so close to Christmas, but she let everyone else go into the train in front of her as usual.

When everybody else had gotten in, she did as well and sat off in a corner by herself. As soon as Mikan sat down, she began anxiously bouncing her leg once again. She wanted to text her girlfriends, but really, what was there to say? She'd already informed them that she may be late, and apologized profusely. It felt there was nothing left to do but do her best to beat the clock home. If she was lucky, she'd make it home in time, but she'd probably have to go at a full sprint from the subway to her home.

The small woman was left alone with her thoughts until the train car's doors opened at her stop. She checked the time. 11:52. If she ran fast enough, she could make it. She could make it. She could make it. Mikan kept repeating this to herself as she bustled out of the train car.

Once out of the subway, she began to run, her feet beating against the paved sidewalk. The only thing on her mind was to get home on time, though her hope began to dwindle with the minutes. Her heart was racing from panic and fatigue. Just a little further. She could make it. She could make it. Her skinny legs moved as quickly and frantically as they could.

Soon, she could see her house. Mikan hadn't checked her phone, so she had no idea what time it was. She just hoped she'd make it to her house on time.

As soon as she arrived at her home, she began fumbling with her house keys, hurriedly unlocking the front door. "I-Ibuki!! Chiaki!" She called, hurrying into the living room, where she saw her girlfriends already opening presents. The time was 12:05. Mikan had lost the battle to time.

Her eyes widened, and her eyes teared up. Mikan wasn't upset they were opening presents without her, in fact, she found that in itself reasonable. After all, why would they want to wait the extra time to open their presents, all because she was too slow? She was a no good, slowpoke girlfriend. Tears began to spill out of her eyes, and she began to instinctually say the same thing she always said in a panic.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be late, I'm so, s-so sorryyy!" Her words quickly devolved into choked sobbing. Ibuki and Chiaki hurriedly got up and were at her side in an instant.

"It's okay." Chiaki smiled a warm smile, placing a delicate hand on her shoulder. "It's not your fault, Mikan. You had a really late shift, and it was kind of silly of us to anticipate you getting home so early in the first place." She spoke calmly, and reasonably, and Ibuki chimed in. "Yeah, yeah! That big ol' hospital is just mean! If I had to capture your predicament in a song title, it'd be... 'Ensnared by Bandages!'" She was as cheerful as ever. Both of them were wearing big, ugly Christmas sweaters, and seemed overjoyed to see Mikan. It comforted her, feeling so... cared about. Her crying slowed to a halt.

"We didn't open any of your presents, Mikan. How about you come and open them?" Chiaki suggested. The three of them held hands as they walked toward the tree, Ibuki swinging their intertwined hands as they walked. The familiarity of their hands was oddly soothing. Ibuki's perfectly manicured hand, and Chiaki's soft, chubby one. Mikan felt... utterly at ease. Her girlfriends were both just so talented at easing her heart and mind with their presences, their words, their familiar voices... it was comforting just to be around them.

She was abruptly pulled out of her pleasant thoughts by Ibuki's voice. "Haha, we got you Mikan!! Look up!" She exclaimed, pointing right above her. Mikan's gaze followed the direction she was pointing, and found a mistletoe dangling above her head. "Oh! A mi- A mistletoe!" Her eyes widened, before looking at Chiaki and then at Ibuki in realization. "Mistletoe!!" She repeated with a newfound understanding.

"May I?" Chiaki turned to her. Mikan gave a flustered nod as they leaned in, and Mikan closed her eyes, feeling a pair of soft, warm lips against hers. She felt truly relaxed like this, like nothing else in the world mattered outside of the confines of their shared home. Like time did not pass. When Mikan felt Chiaki start to pull away, she did the same, opening her eyes and smiling a dopey, lovestruck smile.

"Ooh, Ibuki next, Ibuki next!!" The musician exclaimed. Mikan giggled, gently taking Ibuki's hand, feeling her girlfriend's long, black nails brush against Mikan's own soft, sterile hand. When Ibuki began leaning in, Mikan mirrored her actions, and shut her eyes, just like with Chiaki. Within moments, she felt Ibuki's glossed lips against hers. Ibuki didn't kiss quite like Chiaki though, she was much more energetic. It was a pleasant balance between the two. They remained like this for a bit, until Ibuki pulled away, Mikan naturally doing the same.

"Christmas kisses are the best!!" Ibuki squealed, before being pulled in for a kiss with Chiaki. Mikan smiled fondly. She missed their cute Christmas kisses under the mistletoe, and the togetherness the holiday brought them. Chiaki and Ibuki gave Mikan one final peck on either cheek before they went to watch her open one of her presents, addressed from both of her girlfriends to her. She delicately removed the wrapping paper to reveal a box. She took off the lid slowly, and inside was a cute little apron dress. Mikan's eyes widened, a rush of tears threatening to escape them. "I-Ibuki! Chiaki! Thank youuu!!" She cried as her girlfriends hugged her, helping her settle down from happy-crying.

"Merry Christmas, Miki!" Ibuki exclaimed. "Yeah, Merry Christmas." Chiaki added.

Mikan smiled. Those words meant everything to her now, like they never did in her childhood. Because with her girlfriends, who were so kind, and patient, and understanding, she really would have a very merry Christmas.

[chainekart]

My (late) Secret santa gift for @verymaki ! I’m so sorry about the delay, life threw itself at my face. I hope you had a lovely holiday!

@wlw-danganronpa-secretsanta

[cryptidcrowzartarchive]

my piece for @wlw-danganronpa-secretsanta!!  @kaitofucks, I was your secret santa! The moment I saw you wanted Ibuki x Chiaki, I couldn’t get the idea of a guitar hero date out of my head! I hope you like it!

[sh5]

@teatimenazuna I am your Secret Santa! Hope you like it!

@wlw-danganronpa-secretsanta

[teatimenazuna]

wlw danganronpa secret santa piece for @holy-shit-dangan-ronpa ! have a good new years!

@wlw-danganronpa-secretsanta 

[jobin]

my secret santa gift for @megap0id for the @wlw-danganronpa-secretsanta event!! these two are such a cute couple, i had fun drawing them! i hope you like it, and happy holidays! c:

[uber--duper]

Cinnamon, Cloves, and Citrus

“Wh-” Maki’s face grew red, and her eyes widened in mortification. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kirumi stiffen at the stove. “We’re not… we’re not flirting.” “No, certainly not.” Kirumi said, sounding uncertain and refusing to turn around.

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Maki spends her winter holiday back at the orphanage, and she's made the biggest mistake of her life in letting even one of her classmates know where it is. Also: Gonta is easy to trick and Kokichi likes to prank his friends.

heyo! this here fic is a secret santa fic for @the0takuness (hello, i’m your secret santa!), as part of the event run by the amazing crew at @wlw-danganronpa-secretsanta! i’m really glad i could be a part of this event, and i hope you enjoy the fic!

AO3 Link for those who prefer that format!

Maki Harukawa calmly stood amidst the chaos of the Burnt Oak Orphanage’s common room, a child mounted on her hip and another clutching at her free hand. There were shouts from children running amok, as well as the coos and awestruck gasps from the children posted at the windows, admiring the fat snowflakes that descended from the sky slowly, despite their size. It was winter, and things like this were commonplace around this time of year. However… there was something different this winter, and this time… this time, it was all Maki’s fault.

One of the children screeched happily, sprinting past Maki. He was quickly followed by a much larger child, one Kaito Momota. “Get back here, you little punk!” Kaito shouted, purposely moving slowly so that he didn’t catch up to the boy. At that, Maki’s frown only grew larger, her eyes tracking Kaito as he jogged after the kid, only to have another jump onto his back. After a few more kids, the Ultimate Astronaut was taken down, rendered prone as a bunch of children sat on his back and hit him with pillows and socks.

“Hey, careful with him.” Maki snapped. The kids piled onto Kaito stopped swinging briefly to listen to her before going back to whacking him, their swings slightly less intense.

Maki shook her head in annoyance. This was honestly the last thing she wanted. A glance over to the ratty couch revealed Himiko, sleepily performing card tricks while a handful of children, as well as Tenko and Angie, watched in awe. Rantaro had one child on his shoulders, two other clinging to his feet as he laughed and slowly plodded around the room. Maki blinked. It was… a while since she’d seen the orphanage this upbeat. Then again, it’d been a while since she’d last been here.

“Come on.” Maki said simply, addressing the child attached to her arm. She began moving, the kid on her hip tightening her grip on Maki’s shirt. There were a few of her ‘friends’ that were unaccounted for (one little brat in particular), which made Maki more nervous than anything else. She stalked through the orphanage’s halls, keeping an eye and ear out for any more of her classmates.

A five minute search revealed nothing, much to Maki’s chagrin. This wasn’t good. If she couldn’t find-

“Miss Harukawa?” The child attached to her arm asked, looking up at her. “I’m hungry.”

“...can it wait?” Maki asked, brow furrowing. The kid simply shook his head, and Maki sighed. “Fine. Let’s go to the kitchen.” He smiled at her, prompting Maki to purse her lips and nod. The three made their way towards the kitchen. Each step closer filled the hallway with the smell of spices and sweetness, a strange contrast of smells that nonetheless made a warmth well up in Maki’s chest.

Pushing the kitchen door open released a blast of warmth that gently swooshed over Maki, her nose suddenly filled with a variety of subtle scents. It gave the modest room a sense of warmth and homeyness that it didn’t normally have. Two figures stood in the small kitchen, one quickly yet elegantly darting around, tending to a multitude of pots, pans, bowls, and plates. The other sat quietly at the kitchen table, frosting cookies.

“Hi.” Maki said, announcing her presence. The two figures looked up, and Kirumi Tojo smiled at Maki from her place at the stove. Korekiyo nodded at her from the table, going back to his meticulous work. The boy on Maki’s arm detached himself, scampering over to watch Korekiyo do his thing.

“Hello Maki.” Kirumi greeted once Maki approached, smiling softly even as she spiced something she was mixing together. “I’m pleased to see you.” She glanced to the side, expression quickly dipping into a frown. “My apologies about the mess.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Maki replied just as quick. “’s not like this place is any cleaner half the time.”

Kirumi chuckled, turning back to her cooking. “Excuse my presumptuousness, but I can’t imagine it would be. Not if you’re taking care of things here.”

Maki pressed her lips together, feeling a bit of warmth rising to her cheeks. Her free hand went up, grabbing at one of her pigtails. “I don’t do that kinda stuff. I just take care of the kids. And I’ve been at school, so it isn’t even me cleaning up anything.”

“Perhaps.” Kirumi said, leaning over slightly to smell something in one of the pots on the stove. She nodded, then sprinkled something into it. “You’re rather adamant about not letting me talk you up.”

At that, Maki felt embarrassment welling up in her chest, and she looked away from the Ultimate Maid. “I’m not.” She stated simply, turning her body slightly so the kid on her hip was blocking Kirumi from direct line of sight. “I’m just saying that it isn’t me doing all the stuff you’re saying I am.”

“My apologies.” Kirumi laughed quietly under her breath, a smile sticking to her face.

“Don’t apologize.” Maki huffed. “I’m just being dumb.”

“Are you now?” Kirumi asked, “I hadn’t noticed.”

“You know,” Korekiyo chimed in from his position at the table. Maki glanced up, finding him gingerly placing his frosting caked plastic knife onto the table. The boy that had come with her was next to Korekyio, nibbling on a cookie. “I do feel a bit like a third wheel here. If the flirting is going to continue, I may take my leave shortly. Not that I encourage you to stop, mind you, courting rituals are fascinating, but I do not want to become something akin to an awkward presence or worse, an obstruction.”

“Wh-” Maki’s face grew red, and her eyes widened in mortification. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kirumi stiffen at the stove. Before she could watch much more, Maki felt the child on her hip reach up and place a hand against her cheek, giggling quietly at the heat. “We’re not… we’re not flirting.”

“No, certainly not.” Kirumi said, sounding uncertain and refusing to turn around.

“...If not, I was certainly fooled.” Korekiyo replied, and Maki could hear the smirk under his mask. “Either way, these cookies have been frosted with meticulous care, and I shall leave anyway, before I myself fall to temptation.” He stood up smoothly, towering over the child with the cookie. He looked down at the young boy, who stared up at him. “Might I ask your name, young man?”

“Taro.” The kid replied around a mouthful of cookie.

“Well, Taro, what do you say the two of us find something to do that is elsewhere?” Korekiyo asked.

“...” Taro thought it over, then nodded. “Okay.” He reached up and grabbed Korekiyo’s hand, and the Ultimate Anthropologist seemed surprised at the contact. “What’s ‘elsewhere’?”

“It is a place that is not here.” Korekiyo told him, and started moving them out of the kitchen.

“What’s ‘here’?”

“Kukuku… a very interesting question...” Korekiyo began talking about something that Maki tuned out, and his voice was soon cut off by the kitchen door swinging shut.

An awkward silence settled over the kitchen. The once comforting warm air in the kitchen now felt humid and stuffy. Maki let out a light sigh, picking at her shirt. She shifted the child to her other hip, and absentmindedly stared at the ceiling. Kirumi seemed suddenly intensely interested in cooking, making no sound as she fiddled with the various dishes she was making.

“I wasn’t trying to flirt.” Maki said flatly, breaking the silence.

“Nor was I.” Kirumi was quick to reply.

“Good.” Maki said. “That we cleared that up.” She quickly tacked on. “I wouldn’t try to flirt.”

“Indeed?” Was Kirumi’s curt reply, sounding… forlorn? Maki frowned.

“I mean. That’s not what I meant.” Is what she settled on. “I wouldn’t. Because of your… duty.”

“Yes.” Kirumi said. “I live to serve. It would be… silly, to find a romantic attachment.”

“Yeah. Same here.” Maki replied, a frown growing on her face. “I need to take care of the kids. I don’t want to… get distracted or anything.”

“Of course. I feel the same way about my own work.”

“Good.” Maki managed. Good. Right? Yeah. Neither of them had the time to be dating anybody. And Maki knew she didn’t have the… emotional capacity for it. Neither did Kirumi, it seemed. They had so much in common.

That thought suddenly sent Maki reeling. They had so much in common. They understood each other. They…

“I should go.” Maki said, cutting off her own train of thought. “Because-”

“You feel as though you should watch the children.” Kirumi finished.

“Yeah, of course. I don’t want to… interrupt your cooking. You’re busy.” Maki stated.

“Yes.” Kirumi nodded, then turned to look over her shoulder at the same time Maki hazarded a glance. The two made eye contact, and Maki felt herself relax. She saw Kirumi’s rigid posture become more natural, and the two were quiet before Kirumi spoke up again. “If you are not busy with the children, I certainly would not object to help here in the kitchen. I trust you are familiar with what the children like.”

“...yeah, I could help, I guess.” Maki shrugged, glancing away again.

“I would welcome it.” Kirumi told her.

Before Maki could make a movement to leave, however, the kitchen door swung open slightly, and two heads popped into view. Maki found her lips curling up into a sneer at the sight of Kokichi grinning at her, and Angie being there as well certainly wasn’t making her feel any better about the situation.

“Hey, mom.” Kokichi said.

“Yaha! Hello Maki!” Angie greeted.

“Please do not call me that.” Kirumi sighed, while Maki just snorted at Angie.

“Hey, can you come help me?” Kokichi asked innocently. “I spilled paint in the hallway.”

“Are you serious?” Maki snapped, glaring. “Why do you have paint in the first place?”

“Atua told Angie that she should bring paint, in case the children wanted to create something colorful!” Angie informed her. “But Atua did not account for Kokichi’s clumsiness!”

“Sorry! Just because I’m a supreme leader of evil doesn’t mean I don’t have my flaws!” Kokichi laughed. He turned his ‘innocent’ gaze back to Kirumi. “Mom, can you pretty please help me? You too, Maki Roll!”

“I thought I told you not to call me that.” “Don’t call me that.” Kirumi and Maki said at the same time. They glanced at each other, and Maki quickly looked away.

“Very well.” Kirumi sighed, placing a ladle down and smoothing out her apron. “But I must be quick. I do not want the soup to boil over.”

“This will only take a second.” Kokichi assured her, ducking out of the kitchen, Angie quickly following. The door clacked shut, and Maki could hear laughter on the other side.

“Eugh.” She groaned. “That little b...” Maki trailed off, glancing at the child on her hip out of the corner of her eye. “...oy… better hope that mess he made isn’t too big.”

“Indeed.” Kirumi nodded in agreement.

The two moved towards the door together, and Kirumi gently opened it up. Maki, lost in thought, barely processed the familiar voice of Gonta Gokuhara quietly saying ‘hold like this?’. By the time she had, the door was already open, and she walked face first into the Ultimate Entomologist’s broad chest. Kirumi had stopped in time, frowning at Gonta’s large frame blocking their exit from the kitchen.

Maki took a step back, standing next to Kirumi, and glanced around. To the side of Gonta, hiding behind him, were Kokichi and Angie, giggling at each other in such a way that Maki knew that she had walked right into whatever bullshit they were planning. To her side was Kirumi, staring straight up. And to her front was Gonta, who was looking down at her and grinning while holding something over her head.

Maki’s eyes instinctively followed his arm, following all the way up to the sprig of greenery held delicately between his index finger and thumb. She didn’t process what it was at first, staring blankly at the rounded green leaves. Gonta had a wide, innocent grin on his face as he proudly shouted something that filled Maki with dread.

“Happy Mistletoe!” Gonta proclaimed, looking oh so proud of himself. “Kokichi tell Gonta that he can help friends by holding special plant for them! All he have to do is stand here and hold up mistletoe from them to stand under!”

“You heard him!” Kokichi followed, “Happy Mistletoe! You two know what to do, yeah?”

“...the paint?” Kirumi half-asked, sounding (for the first time Maki had ever heard) distracted.

“Oh, that was a lie!” Kokichi grinned. “Sorry, but I had to tell a little while lie in order to help Gonta help you two! Now, go on!”

Maki stared up at the sprig of mistletoe blankly. Yeah, she knew what was to be done under mistletoe. She’d done it before, given half assed cheek kisses because it was just some silly tradition. But this… was completely different. Because she’d never… felt something when standing under the mistletoe with somebody. Gonta, Angie, and Kokichi looked on expectantly, while Maki felt her vision trained upwards, unbreaking. She couldn’t find it in herself to look at Kirumi.

And yet her head moved on its own volition, and her gaze adjusted to be pointing at the Ultimate Maid, who was still staring silently at the sprig of mistletoe held above them.

“Maybe...” Maki found herself saying. “Maybe we just get it over with. It’s… just a tradition thing. They won’t go away if we don’t.”

“Yes, of course...” Kirumi said, not moving her head.

“Remember!” Kokichi cut in. “No coward stuff! A big ol’ MWAH, right on the lips!”

“Yes, on lips!” Gonta repeated. “Wait, what on lips?”

“Just watch!” Kokichi told him.

Maki stared silently as Kirumi slowly adjusted, moving so her head was no longer staring straight up. Her movements seemed stiff, unsure, as she swiveled to face Maki. And Maki stared back, and found that a lump had formed in her throat and simply would not leave, even with a thick swallow. Kirumi looked just as composed as ever. Perhaps too composed.

Shuffling forward, Maki awkwardly shifted her position, bringing herself closer to Kirumi. The gentle smell of spice grew slightly stronger, and Maki found her jaw clenching in anticipation. She noticed Kirumi leaning forward (and slightly down) as well, and the two inched closer and closer together, and Maki’s eyes slipped shut.

The first thing Maki processed with that Kirumi’s lips were soft. They pressed gently against Maki’s own, and felt… right. Now that they were right up next to each other, Maki could smell a hint of citrus alongside the strong cinnamon and clove scents clinging to the Ultimate Maid, and there was a gentle warmth emanating from her that Maki chalked up to the warmth of the kitchen. After a second, a hand laid itself on her shoulder, and Maki leaned further into the kiss.

Maki had given and received many kisses on the lips before. All of them, however, were platonic, lasted for less than half a second, and none of them made her stomach flip, a strange warmth settling in her gut. This was strange, alien, weird… and it felt so right. Maki would never claim to be in touch with her emotions but this… this was something else entirely.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Maki drank in every aspect of the kiss she never thought she’d experience. An eternity ticked by, the only movements seeming to be the light movements of their lips and the gentle twitch of the hand on her shoulder.

“Um,” Gonta said.

With that single word spoken, Maki finally broke away, blinking in surprise. Just like always, her face was flat, though this time it was because the surprise and the feel of the kiss had knocked all of the emotion right out of her. She felt… warm. Like a soft glow had settled over her. Maki glanced to the side to see Gonta, Kokichi, and Angie staring at them, uncharacteristic looks of surprise on the latter two’s faces. Gonta had lowered his arm, and the three were standing stock still, not moving.

“M… my apologies.” Kirumi cut in, moving her hand away from Maki’s shoudler to smooth out her dress and adjust a lock of her hair. Her cheeks were tinged pink, and she looked even more distracted than before. “How unprofessional. That is my bad, I didn’t… realize.” Kirumi picked a piece of lint off of her shoulder and clasped her hands in front of her, her fingers drumming. “I believe I should take my leave. I need to finish preparing all of the food.” And just like that, she was gone, the kitchen door slamming shut behind her.

“...what are you guys looking at?” Maki asked, voice flat, glancing at the three students still there.

“G-Gonta… uh...” Gonta’s eyes frantically darted around, like a deer caught in headlights. “Gonta gonna go!”

“Yes… yes!” Angie chimed in. “Bye-onara!” The two of them scampered down the hall, turning the corner and disappearing from sight.

“...hmm.” Kokichi finally said.

“Was this stupid mistletoe thing your idea?” Maki snapped at him.

“...yeah. It was!” Kokichi replied, seeming to gain some of his composure. He clasped his hands behind his head and grinned. “I didn’t think I was gonna get something this exciting out of this, though. I guess you win this round, Maki Roll.” Before she could bite his head off, Kokichi was gone as well, dashing after Gonta and Angie.

“...” Maki watched him go. She stared down the hall, mind blank, until a small hand placed itself against her cheek. Maki glanced to the side, seeing the kid’s hand on her cheek. She pursed her lip and bounced the kid, eliciting a giggle. Maki couldn’t help the slight smile that rose onto her face as she straightened her back. “Happy Mistletoe.” She said to the kitchen door before walking off.

“...Happy Mistletoe, Maki.” The kitchen replied back, once Maki was gone.

[missnotbrave]

My @wlw-danganronpa-secretsanta for @wlw-tenko, who asked for Tenkaede! This was a lot of fun to do, and this was a great first secret santa for me ^^

[serahne-is-here]

On the benefits of waiting - A Kaede/Kirumi one-shot for Christmas

Merry Christmas @pretzelmintz . I was your secret santa for @wlw-danganronpa-secretsanta ! I really hope you enjoy this gift. I never wrote Kirumi/Kaede before this, and I have to say it was a lot of fun. I settled for a cliché waitress AU but... it’s Christmas, and clichés are welcome, as far as I’m concerned.

The young woman was hard to ignore : she has been sitting in Kirumi’s sector since 7 PM, gleefully telling her that she was ‘waiting for someone’, and asking her to wait ‘a few minutes’ until her date arrived. Kiruma didn’t think much of it, and offered her water and bread, keeping an eye on the door to see when this mysterious suitor of her would appear.

It was almost 9, and the glee on her face had turned into pure worry. No trace of her date around. She had checked her phone a few times, biting her lips when she didn’t receive an answer. Kirumi wasn’t sure why she kept glancing at her through her service, but she wasn’t the only one to notice her.

“Well, that’s depressing.” Her colleague Himiko declared when she noticed that the woman was still there. “If girls like that get stood up, what hope is there for ugly penguins like us ?”

Kirumi didn’t answer with anything more than a shrug, but walked straight toward her table. Broken heart or not, pretty eyes or not, she had customers waiting, and a table that wouldn’t get her any tip for the night.

“I’m sorry,” she caught her attention as politely as possible. “If you don’t eat anything, I’m going to ask you to leave.”

The woman seemed to wake up from the torpor she was stuck in. Her eyes widened, and she stood up immediately.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was…” She shook her head, cheeks burning in mortification - as if she was the one in the wrong in this situation. She made a move toward her purse. “Of course, I’m still going to tip you.”

Kirumi raised an eyebrow. “It won’t be necessary.”

“No, I insist !” Fumbling around in her bag, she managed to find fifteen dollars and slap them on the table. “I’m sorry, I was supposed to meet someone there but…” She bit her lips. “I guess he forgot.”

Kirumi slowly collected the money on the table, then offered an encouraging look to her client ( well, not quite, but if someone tipped, they were automatically clients on Kirumi’s list ). “For all it’s worth, you seem like a genuinely kind person,” she said. “I’m sure whoever you were expecting will regret it someday.”

Her client’s face finally broke into a small, but honest, smile. She let out an exhausted laugh, then looked at herself. “When I think I spent two hours making myself presentable.” Kirumi nodded, comprehensive. The restaurant wasn’t exactly classy, and she was probably the most dressed up person in the room. Her long, blond hair was tied up in some kind of romantic updo and she was wearing a nice, blue dress that looked new. Once again, Kirumi thought that the guy she was supposed to meet was missing something.

Not that it was her business.

Yet, she couldn’t help to follow her with her eyes as she left the restaurant, and when the woman turned around and waved at her by way of goodbye, she returned the gesture as discreetly as possible. Then she looked at the clock.

She had work to do.

*

The girl was back three days later. She wasn’t as overly dressed as the first time, but her behaviour made it obvious that she was on another date. Whether it was with the same person or someone different, Kirumi couldn’t be sure, but she looked a lot less confident after having been stood up once.

“I’m waiting for someone,” she explained to Kirumi. “I… I was there a few days ago.”

Kirumi nodded. “Yes, I remember.”

“Oh !” Whether it was from embarrassment or something else, pink tinted her cheeks. “Well, it wasn’t my finest hour, I have to admit. The person I was meeting was sick and couldn’t use his phone, so it feels only right that we would try that again.”

“I see.” Kirumi replied.

She didn’t know why the woman was telling her all that, but her explanation sounded more as if she was trying to convince herself than it was true. Honestly, and while Kirumi had never even seen the woman’s date, she doubted they really couldn’t have send a text in order to avoid her all this waiting.

Because no one was asking her opinion on that matter, she quickly took her drink order - a non-alcoholic cocktail ‘with the small umbrella, you know ?’ she specified in a way that made Kirumi smile, for a reason.

Thirty minutes later, no date in sight. Kaede’s glass has been emptied for a while, and she had a strange look in her eyes, between resignation and sadness. Behind the counter, happy to take care of the drinks since it meant that she wouldn’t have to run everywhere that night, Himiko concealed a yawn behind her hand.

“Isn’t that the girl from last time ?” she said with a sleepy voice. “Guys are jerk, I tell you.”

Kirumi raised an eyebrow and turned toward Himiko, looking at her with a piercing gaz. ��Are you sure it’s a man that she is waiting for ?”

Himiko seemed taken aback by the question, but Kirumi knew that the younger waitress wouldn’t lost her sleep over something like that. “I just thought it made sense… statistically. Though girls can be jerk too, you’re right.”

Kirumi didn’t answer, but she couldn’t help her eyes to stray toward the blonde woman, sitting alone on her booth. After a couple more minutes, she decided that she wasn’t about to let her drown in despair for another hour. Seeing the waitress coming toward her, the woman sat up a little straighter, and grimaced.

“Yes, I’m sorry, it’s the second time this week, I…” she seemed at loss for words, and Kirumi felt a pang of sympathy for her. “Can I wait just a little longer ? I’m sure there is just a problem with the traffic or something…”

Kirumi nodded. “Of course. I was going to suggest for you to eat something, while waiting. Our cook is making some amazing crêpes, both for main dish and dessert. In my experience, no one is worth starving over.”

The woman smiled at that, and Kirumi felt as if she had accomplished something. Her client asked for a crêpe, and a glass of wine, and Kirumi didn’t waste a second to bring her what she ordered.

Good food always lead to good mood, and while the woman looked disappointed when she left the restaurant, almost forty minutes later, she managed to gather enough positive energy to give a grateful smile to Kirumi. When it was time to paid, it almost seemed like her evening hadn’t been entirely wasted.

“You must think I’m a bit desperate,” she said to the waitress, an embarrassed laugh in her voice. “Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me as they say, right ?” She shook her head. “I’ve learnt my lesson this time.”

Kirumi frowned. “As I said a few days earlier, unless you were about to have a date with a movie star or the prince of a small european country, I think they are missing something by not meeting you. Would I be in their place, I would never miss this opportunity, at least.”

The last words had escaped her mouth before she had the time to think them through, but she found out that they were true. The woman in front of her, with her bright, beautiful eyes and her charming behaviour, was not someone who deserved to be left alone like that. The woman’s eyes widened at her declaration, and she stumbled upon her words for a bit.

“I… hum… thank you… that’s…” She took a deep breath, then started to laugh, unexpectedly. “Surprising ? But not unwelcome, ah !” Her cheeks started to warm up again, but this time she seemed more pleased than uncomfortable.

She paid her meal, tipped generously, and gathered her belongings. Before leaving the restaurant, she turned toward the counter, looking for Kirumi.

“By the way, my name is Kaede. Kaede Akamatsu !”

Then she was gone, almost running away from the restaurant. Kirumi blinked a few times, unsure on what had just happened.

“She is cute,” Himiko commented, from behind the counter.

Kirumi didn’t reply, but yes, she thought. Yes she is.

*

“Nyeh, is this the same woman than before ?” Himiko sighed deeply, looking at the entrance of the restaurant, a couple of days later. “Maybe she enjoys the humiliation. I’ve heard there are people like that…”

Kirumi followed her colleague’s eyes, and found Kaede, standing there, looking around as if she was hoping to find someone. The waitress sighed, and walked toward her.

“Akamatsu-san,” she welcomed her, trying to be nice but serious at the same time, for she was getting frustrated to see someone like her so sad because of someone who was clearly not worthy of her time. “It’s nice to see you again, but I hope you aren’t here for dinner.”

Kaede smiled in return. Contrary to the previous times, she wasn’t dolled up at all, just wearing what looked like her casual outfit, with her hair gathered in a ponytail. More than her outfit, though, it’s her behaviour that was entirely different. Gone was the shy, hesitant smile, gone was the timid tone and apologetic stance.

“Hi,” she said, looking straight at Kirumi. “Actually, yes. But I’m not planning on waiting too long this time. If I’m lucky enough, then my date should already be here.”

“I… see,” Kirumi replied. “May I have their name ?”

Kaede tilted her head on the side, and her eyelashes fluttered a bit. “Well, according to their badge it’s Kirumi Tojo, but maybe you could help me with that if I’m wrong ? I know you are doing an amazing job here, so it should be easy for you to get the information, right ?”

Kirumi raised her eyebrows so high they disappeared behind her bangs. Then, she slowly turned toward Himiko, who was looking at them with curiosity.

“Yumeno-san, can you take over for me for a while ?”

“What a pain,” Himiko whined. “... but if I must.”

Yes, Kirumi thought, looking at Kaede who was positively glowing. You must.

[pretzelmintz]

Beautiful Together

Hello @bottom-passing! I am your WLW Danganronpa 2018 Secret Santa! Forgive me for not getting this in sooner :’)

I hope you enjoy this Tenko x Angie fic! I had tons of fun with it! :D

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17534936

[spicyturbines]

secret santa owo?

would anyone be interested in a danganronpa wlw ship centered secret santa?

the blog is @wlw-danganronpa-secretsanta

like/reblog/comment if interested!

[freegrain]

Hey @gayramuda, it is I, your secret Santa for @wlw-danganronpa-secretsanta! I hope you enjoy and have a merry Christmas!

[warriorblood1]

howdy! this is a secret santa for @shsl-candy-ass for the @wlw-danganronpa-secretsanta !!!! hope you like it, sorry its a bit short

[icepath-tv]

I know it’s long past Christmas, but this is my secret Santa gift for @charoletteml1 for the @wlw-danganronpa-secretsanta !! Merry late Christmas!

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Mistletoe

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2SzBje3

by Hittinmiss

At the news that the Christmas party for their school was going to be held at the school gym, Touko had to fight the urge to complain.

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My piece for the WLW dangan secret santa, some good ole toukomaru!

Words: 2214, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Dangan Ronpa: Another Episode

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Fukawa Touko, Naegi Komaru, Maizono Sayaka, Enoshima Junko, Naegi Makoto, Background & Cameo Characters

Relationships: Fukawa Touko/Naegi Komaru, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: wlw danganronpa secret santa, komaru you useless lesbian, First Kiss, Getting Together, Christmas, Christmas Party, Mistletoe, Minor Kirigiri Kyoko/Naegi Makoto, Slight Flirting, Again, you useless bisexual/lesbian, Makoto as the shsl wingman, Alternate Universe - Non-Despair (Dangan Ronpa), everyone is very supportive of toukomaru, Tags to be added, maybe???

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2SzBje3