#drv3 oneshot

[chihirolovebot]

mistletoe.

featuring. shuichi saihara x reader

word count. 2.1k

synopsis. you host a christmas party for your classmates, and finally pluck up the courage to confess to shuichi (with the help of alcohol and a conveniently-placed plant)

content. drinking (reader and shuichi both drink), eggnog and shots, kissing, confessions, hope's peak au, gender-neutral reader, mild pining, fluff, safe for work, reader is a little drunk and shuichi is tipsy, mild sexual jokes (miu), pet names (pretty boy), cursing, getting together, kissing under the mistletoe, background kiibouruma and harumatsu.

ficmas masterlist.

It's been building for a while, you think.

Shuichi is lovely. He's kind, and quiet, and endlessly thoughtful in a way that prevails through his nervousness. And he is nervous, pretty constantly on-edge, has been since you started at Hope's Peak a year ago. You've built a relationship around it though, something that's been teetering between friendship and some other, like Other with a capital 'O', a great big warm something like being enveloped in a soft blanket.

It's just pretty hard to get a read on him, sometimes. Sure, he goes red when he sees you and smiles a lot and stammers over his words, but that's hardly saying much. He gets flushed and nervous around everyone. Kaede insists that he likes you, but you're unsure, and you're not willing to waste your friendship on a hunch.

But... it's Christmas, and maybe that has something to do with it. With December passing by the world tilts into a shimmering haze of sparkly lights and tinsel and ice; you're just a little out of touch with reality, and the alcoholic eggnog is not helping. You're fuzzy, warm, floating a little out of your fuzzy socks and boots as the party breathes around you, a cacophony of revolving bodies dressed in scarlet and green and white, Christmas music blaring in the foreground, the apartment alight with festive lights.

You feel dreamlike, like your head's unscrewing, like there's a sparkly filter in front of your eyes and everything is hazy and sweet.

You love your classmates.

Kokichi, Kiibo and Miu slump on the three-seater sofa, heads leant upon each others' shoulders. Miu was drunk, Kokichi and Kiibo decidedly sober, but they indulge her anyway as she rants and rambles. Kaede has got Maki in a corner, chatting animatedly; Kaito, Rantaro and Kiyo sit in a circle playing some sort of intricate card game that leaves a frustrated Kaito taking many shots; Tsumugi and Gonta have scuttled off to the kitchen, sitting upon the countertops and deep in conversation. It's good. Your party is good.

The only thing missing is—

"Ah, here you are..."

His voice floats past you, sweet and quiet, and you turn and he's there, cherubic, lovely, he's even swapped out his usual dark, brooding cap for a lopsided Santa hat that droops around his upturned eyebrows. It matches the pleased flush on his cheeks, his deep dark eyes glimmering with the reflection of all the decorative lights.

Your body feels light enough to float, the world whirling and shimmering around you, fading to nothing as Shuichi comes into hyperfocus, and you sling your arm around his shoulder. Suddenly your lips are by his ear and you're giggling, "Sweeetchi!" against his skin.

He squirms, laughing nervously, his hands finding home gently on your upper arms to steady you. The heat of his steady hands seeps through your clothes. "Are, ah... a-are you drunk?"

"Just a little," you mumble, unable to stop smiling. "'M allowed to be, though! No school tomorrow. And 's my party!"

"I—I wasn't chastising you, or anything," Shuichi hastens to clarify, eyes widening. "It's... perfectly within your right. And the, uh, the party looks great. You did a great job."

"Wasn't great without you here," you beam, delighting as he only turns redder and hides his face in his sleeve. "You wanna... you wanna drink? Pretty boy?"

"Pr..." Shuichi gapes like a fish out of water; the soft apples of his cheeks match the scarlet of his drooping Santa hat. "Wha, um, you—?"

"Drink!" You take his sleeve and tug him over to the table laden with drinks. A lot of the eggnog has gone but there's a couple of frosted glasses left, as well as backup bottles of spirits and chasers. A collection of stained-glass shotglasses has piled up on the side, mostly courtesy of Miu, Kaito and Kaede, but you know Shuichi has a sweet tooth and probably wouldn't be fond of any of the flavoured vodka, or tequila or anything else on offer. So it's eggnog, lukewarm and sweet with only an aftertang of brandy.

"Thank you," Shuichi smiles, holding the glass up nervously. "Eggnog?"

"Homemade, baby," you flash a grin, endeared as he blinks rapidly and ducks his head to take a deep drink in his fluster. He drains half the glass in a few anxious sips, wiping his mouth absently with the back of his hand afterwards. Sweet creamy froth streaks a line down the pale skin.

"Shot," you announce, staggering over to the table and fumbling for a glass. "'M doing a shot. Want one?"

"Oh... I'm not sure," Shuichi stammers. "I don't really like..."

"Just tip your head back and breathe in," you advise, pouring vanilla vodka clumsily into two pink shotglasses. "You can't even taste it."

You both clink your glasses together and down the liquid; it burns going down but it's sweet, and even though Shuichi coughs a little and rubs his chest you can tell he doesn't hate it. He drains his eggnog mug and you can see a film slide over his eyes, a sort of dreamy distance. He's always been a lightweight because he drinks once in a blue moon and rarely eats enough to sustain himself. He giggles as he sets the glass down.

"C'mon, okay—" You grab at him, clumsy hands missing, sliding over his shirt (god, he'd shed his jacket and tie and unbuttoned two buttons at his throat and jesus he'd rolled up his sleeves, the pale jut of his elbows poking out) before managing to get a grip on his hand and pulling him back towards the parlour room. "Let's go... say hi to people! People wanna see you!"

"Th-they do?" Shuichi says, bewildered and a little hazy as you drag him through the door; the lights recede into soft, burnished gold and red fairylights on the walls and Christmas tree and the music envelopes you both.

"'Course!" you exclaim happily. "Eeeeveryone loves you, Sweetchi. 'Specially me."

He trips over his own feet. "Wh—wha—?!"

"Kaedeeee!" you trill, staggering into the blonde with a crash and a smile. Maki edges away, looking put out as Kaede cheers and throws her arms first around you, then Shuichi, kissing his cheek frantically as they pull back.

"You came! I'm so glad!" she grins. "Are you drunk, mister detective?"

"N-no!" Shuichi says defensively, swaying a little on his feet. "I'm not... tell her, Y/n."

"Mister detective's on his night off," you wink, and Shuichi groans and buries his face in his hands as Kaede giggles feverishly.

"Well, you two have fun! I'm not leaving 'till later, so you can come find me if you need me, okay?" Kaede smiles; she pats Shuichi on the head again before you're tugging him over to a new group of people.

You make the rounds of the room slowly. Halfway through he lets you pass him another eggnog and by the time you go back to the kitchen he's stumbling like a baby deer, clinging onto the back of your shirt with fumbling fingers. When you get to the table and stop he crashes into your back, sending you stumbling forwards with a laugh.

He rights himself frantically, trying to pull you upright. "S-sorry! Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean, sorry..."

He's bright and flushed with earnestness. He's adorable.

"'S okay, Sweetchi," you mumble, turning around to pat his face. He's tipsy and sleepy enough to simply sigh and melt into the touch, his eyes big and starry as they watch you. You feel so close, the music melting out of focus, all you can hear is your heartbeat and all you can feel and see and touch is Shuichi, Shuichi, Shuichi.

"I," he whispers, his lips tracing against the skin of your palm. "I was... really happy you invited me."

"'Course," you say emphatically. "'Course I did. You're... I love you, Shuichi. 'Course I invited you."

"You love me?" he breathes, eyes round as coins. He's flushed to the roots of his hair, so lovely it hurts.

"Love you," you affirm in a slur, in a flutter of lidded eyes, but it doesn't mean that you mean it any less. "Sh-Shuichi, I..."

"Get a fuckin' room, lovebirds!" A screech cuts through the quiet kitchen; Miu slumps in the doorway, Kiibo and Kokichi hovering behind her. She marches up to the table and swipes a bottle of wine. "I'm ffffuckin' takin' this, you virgin losers. Clearly you don't need any kinda aphrodisiac enhancer here, ah-hahaha!"

"I'll take that." Kiibo gently pries the bottle from Miu's hands, even as she groans and complains. "Ah, sorry about her. We're going to get her home and to bed, I think."

"Kiiiinky," Miu sings, cackling, then slumps sideways. Kokichi catches her easily with an arm under her own, hoists her to her feet, and cringes.

"You stink," he sighs. "I mean, this is a new level of gross. Did you bathe in pickles and oil, you silly cow?"

"C-cow!" Miu's crystalline eyes flood with tears. "H-how mean... do it again!"

"Sorry," Kiibo apologises again. "Thank you very much for having us, Y/n, it's been great. We'll see you after Christmas break."

"Get back safe," you tell him, affording him a quick hug. You peck Miu on the cheek and ruffle Kokichi's hair as he squirms and ducks.

"Pervert," he mutters with no real bite. As he and Kiibo haul Miu from the kitchen, he turns around with a glint in his eyes, smirks, and tells you, "Oh, by the way... definitely don't look up right now."

You frown, and then do exactly that.

Mistletoe bears down at you, twinkling, innocent, deadly. You gape, and Shuichi sputters, going violently red.

"I don't... I mean," he stammers. "We, I mean, we don't have t-to..."

You cock your head. Your heart thrums against your ribcage, pumping syrup through your body and head and you can see clearly but at the same time it's shrouded. A small part of you protests, thinks, don't fuck this up. He's too special. Don't don't dont...

"D'you want to?" asks your traitorous mouth, and the world stops spinning.

"W-want..." He looks torn, agonised, almost, but he's red and lovely and red so you don't pull away you just have to get closer, 'till you can smell the eggnog and vanilla vodka on his breath, and it feels like holding your whole friendship on a precipice of a cliff but you're done being selfless. You just want to take for once. "I... Y/n, I..."

"I want to," you mumble, and brush your thumb against his lip. The alcohol takes most of the feeling from your fingertips, but you can watch him go cross-eyed trying to follow your touch, watch the pink on his cheeks get redder.

"I—I do," Shuichi whispers, barely there, breath brushing against your finger. "When you said... you loved me, did you mean, or, I mean—"

"I love you," you murmur, so close that your lips touch his when you talk. His body melts into you, hands drifting up to close over your upper arms. "Is that okay?"

He nods frantically, eyes wide and earnest. "It's okay," he babbles, "I mean, it's more, it's good, because I—I think I love you too but I couldn't, I mean I couldn't say it but you're amazing, and you saved my life I think and I just, I love you so much and I didn't want to ruin it, but I just—"

You lean down; your lips capture his in a slow cling, soft and fleeting and it's the first thing since the first drop of alcohol touched your lips tonight that's felt real. You smell standard cologne and coconut body wash and ink, and his soft fingers clench over your arm for a fraction of a second until he relaxes, melting into you, sinking into the embrace. You pull back, kiss him again, and again, and then you tilt your head just a little so you can push deeper, tasting the remnants of his drink on his lower lip.

It lasts forever or maybe a second. When you pull back the clock has ticked to a minute past midnight, which means it is technically the next day and Shuichi is still in your arms trembling and breathing fast and smiling like a giddy boy, which means this is real and not a dream.

"I'm," Shuichi hiccups, and shuts his eyes with a bashful smile. "I really am glad you invited me."

You smile. "I'm glad I invited you too," you say, and the mistletoe stays up for a month or so after that because you can't quite bring yourself to take it down.

[frickingnerd]

to distract our hearts from ever missing them

pairing: kaede akamatsu x gn!reader

summary: before your last concert with kaede, you remind her how much she means to you…

tags: canon divergent (hope's peak student!kaede), musician!reader, angst with comfort, kaede crying, wholesome fluff, vague confession (can be read as platonic/romantic), bittersweet

“can you believe that it's been five years since we first met? to think that today is going to be the last time we'll stand on a stage together…”

kaede sat in front of the huge piano placed in the center of the stage. the auditorium was still empty, as the concert wouldn't begin until a few hours later. but as always, the two of you were already there, preparing for the show.

“if it was up to me, things would stay this way.” you admitted. “i know attending hope's peak academy is a once in a lifetime chance, but i wouldn't give up what we have for anything in the world…”

kaede was too far away from you to see, but you could've sworn you saw a small blush hush over her cheeks as she averted her gaze hastily.

“you're just saying that to guilt trip me into staying. there's no way you could resist hope's peak, if they offered you a place.”

kaede's tone was playful, but tried to brush over what you said earlier. she knew that what you two had was special, yet she had already made her choice. she might never find another musician that she harmonizes with as well as she did with you. but perhaps, hope's peak could help her achieve even greater heights. even if she might leave behind a treasured co-worker and friend in the process…

“no, i'm being serious.” you said, slowly closing the distance between kaede and you, as you walked over towards her piano. “sure, it's tempting to leave. but i know i'm not half as good of a musician without you by my side.”

kaede's head hung low as you said those words. and when you finally stopped in front of the piano, you could quietly hear her sob, as she quickly wiped away the upcoming tears.

“i'm sorry that i'm leaving…”

“oh– n-no, it's alright–!” you quickly sat down next to her and grabbed both of her hands, smiling gently at her. “i know that this is a great chance for you. you don't have to feel guilty for taking this step and doing something new. i just–”

you paused. gently, your fingertips traced over kaede's hands, as you carefully thought about the next few words you'd say.

“i'll miss you.” you quietly admitted. “you gave me a reason to be better, to improve myself and push forward. without you by my side, i– i just… i can't imagine doing this with anyone but you by my side, you know?”

kaede's eyes widened, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. for a moment, she seemed to have calmed down. but then, she started crying even harder, wrapping her arms around you.

“i don't want to leave you behind…” kaede sobbed, clinging onto you. “and i don't want this to be our last time on stage together…”

your heart ached to see kaede cry. but to know that it was out of love and affection for you made it bittersweet.

“come on now…” you smiled, trying to be strong for the both of you. “don't cry, alright? you're way prettier when you smile…”

[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: TW - DRV3 Boys Stop You from Committing Suicide (good endings)

DRV3 SPOILERS INCLUDED IN SOME SECTIONS and unlike the SDR2 version, all sections take place in the killing game/game world and none are in a non-despair AU, though death order/order that the academy floors and new areas are unlocked may be messed with a little.

Word Count: 10K Words

TRIGGER Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE THESE TYPES OF SCENARIOS. All sections are angst or depressing but end with the character comforting the reader or saving them and the reader’s plan isn’t successful. Self-harm and plans of suicide are discussed and detailed. Themes like cutting, knives, jumping from high places, poison, poor mental health, and more are included. PLEASE KEEP IN MIND DANGANRONPA IS RATED M for 17+ and canonically includes themes of murder and suicide. You are responsible for the media you consume. Keep reading below with these warnings in mind if you so choose.

Kaito Momota:

Kaito wouldn’t normally name patrolling the academy’s grounds and halls late at night as one of his favorite activities, but ever since Ryoma was killed… he felt the need to. You and Shuichi were his sidekicks of course, but a real man needed to give his sidekicks something to look up to, aspire to. He was, of course, avoiding restricted and forbidden nighttime areas, but nonetheless he diligently strutted about, ears and eyes open and ready to catch any questionable behavior.

Ryoma’s trial hit Kaito harder than he was willing to admit. With how much respect and internal admiration he held for the sports prodigy, to see him not only fall so far from grace by giving up on life (the complete opposite of Kaito’s mantra, values and minset), but to see him taken out in such a cruel and humiliating way realy shook Kaito. He kept up the facade of confident, unbothered and brave man, but his closer, more observant friends could tell the whole thing was bothering him. After Kaede, who meant so much to his best friend Shuichi and was an ambitious, positive force for good, and now Ryoma who he’d looked up to, he’d put his foot down: a real man protected his friends. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt, kill, or even take advantage of his friends ever again. He’d decided this after defending his faith in Maki during the second class trial, after consoling Shuichi and yourself, both grieving. It was time to really step it up, even if patrolling at night meant putting himself in danger. A fire had been lit beneath him, and besides, he would be out of the dorms to train and exercise with Shuichi most nights anyway, so might as well do some good for his fellow students while he was out.

While passing by the academy’s pool building, he froze when he heard movement inside, a quiet sort of shuffling and a muffled voice. A shudder - something linked to flashbacks from Ryoma’s horrendous trial mere nights before - ran up his spine and he quickly but quietly moved over to the entrance door, peaking inside to spy on whoever was inside. Why or how anyone could stand going anywhere near the pool after what happened was a mystery to him, so whatever they were doing in there had to be suspicious at best. He was going to find out, and perhaps stop another future blackened in the process.

When he sees you standing on the edge of the pool facing away from him, shoulders slumped and shaking up and down a bit, he slips through the crack in the door and hides behind a huge shelf full of pool supplies nearby silently. From there he merely observed. You of all people, who like Shuichi, was so deeply moved by the graphic execution of Kirumi and the tossing away of Ryoma’s bones like trash, would have more reason that others to stay away from the pool. His mind jumped instantly to the worst-case scenario on instinct: another plot for murder using the pool or gym, but he quickly shook these thoughts off. You were his good friend and he trusted you. Shuichi and even Maki seemed to trust you. You’d never hurt anyone. So why were you here?

Kaito knew just from spending time with you that you could often be melancholy, solitary,  locked up in your room for most hours of the day if not with your small group of select friends. You’d been terrified of just living your life since the very start, what with not having your memories then being suddenly thrown into a killing game. Every death, every unfortunate event, every class trial seemed to erode away at you more and more. He often tried to cheer you up, making apparent your potential and skills, trying to force you to see the positives, giving pep talks, pulling you out of your dorm to socialize, but nothing seemed to stick. You always ended up back at square one mentally, just as upset and closed off as the day before. Less and less progress was made each day, too.

As he pondered the sight before him and observed you, you didn’t seem to be preparing any traps, setting up any schemes, no thought-out plots like Kirumi had done days before. You just… stood there, now facing the pool and looking over the edge. Now he knew why your shoulders were shaking. You were crying. Honestly, he’d seen you cry many times in the last few weeks so he wasn't stirred into action just yet, but as you seemed to sway a little too far forward over the edge of the pool, rocking back and forth on your feet, his concern grew. Entering the pool building was allowed at night, but actually jumping in, touching the water after dark was strictly forbidden. It was punishable by death, and that death would be as agonizing and drawn out as Monokuma chose to make it that day. You were all at his mercy at all times. You knew that, everyone did, and now here you were, dangerously teetering over the water’s edge. How easy it would be for you to just, stumble in, slip and fall…

At this point, Kaito was desperately hoping you were crying because you did in fact have a murder plot guilting your conscience or because you were simply still in mourning over Ryoma and Kirumi. Those two scenarios would be easy to talk you out of, to be there for you like always. He would have plenty of time if that were the case. He was perhaps… a bit overconfident in his abilities. He didn’t even want to consider the third option mulling around in his mind… that on was more… uncomfortable, immediate.

“I’m sorry, mom and dad, wherever you are…” You finally spoke, turning his focus back on you and out of his own head. “I’m sorry Shuichi, Maki, Kaito… I j-just,” you cried, “I can’t do this anymore.”

You took a deep breath, and what would happen next if he didn’t stop you flashed before his eyes: Exisals, tearing you apart, crushing you, the blood, the screams as they appeared and tore you from the pool, the academy-wide blaring alarms, your classmates leaving their beds half-awake and rushing to the pool to discover the gruesome scene.

You leaned forward, tipped off your balance, center of gravity shifted, and he lunged, yelling out your name as he left his position hidden in the corner and bolted with the gift of an adrenaline rush boosting his steps. He grabbed you around the waist, tackling you and throwing you back and away from the pool, and you both crashed onto the hard tile behind you. Before you could process what was happening you found yourself on the ground, Kaito spooning your body and panting heavily into your ear. Where had he even come from?

“Are you nuts?!” Kaito yelled through ragged breaths. The man was quite athletic, out of breath from anxiety and shock, not physical strain. Wrenched back to reality, you were suddenly overcome with a wave of intense embarrassment. No one was supposed to witness your moment of extreme weakness like this, especially not someone you cared about and respected.

“Kaito?! I-”

“I knew you were doing pretty shitty, but I didn’t know it was this bad! Why wouldn’t you come to me, to Shuichi or… somebody? We would’ve talked you out of this stupid idea!” His vice-like grip around your waist was unwavering, as if he couldn’t trust you to govern yourself at present, as if you would leap again if he relented.

“I’m sorry… it was… I wasn’t thinking. It was a last second plan, an impulse. I just… it hurts so bad, I let my thoughts take over.” He could hear the tears returning to your voice, shaking your words and softened his own. He could be passionate, overbearing at times even, but that probably wasn’t what you needed right now. He could be very stubborn, reluctant to change his methods and habits, but this was serious. He grunted in frsutration.

“You saw what happened to Ryoma when he gave in… when he gave up on life.” His knuckles tightened, fists tightening into themselves until they turned white. “Are you gonna let that happen to you too, my deputy sidekick?” The pain you gleaned from behind his words only made you sob harder. You felt like you’d let him down, almost caused him to grieve for you like you’d all been grieving for the four you’d already lost. How could you add to your peers’ emotion burden like that? “Hey… geez, come on Y/N… I know we can work through this. Let us help you… let me help. There’s no wound out there that the support of the people that care about you can’t heal!”

Ryoma Hoshi:

You’d been feeling endlessly hopeless lately. The violent nightmares weren’t helping, nor was the attitude of your best friend, Ryoma. A noxious void was swallowing up your will to live piece by piece with each day that passed in this hellhole of an academy, trapped in this killing game. It seemed that your friend was right there with you, and although you couldn’t blame him, knowing he was prone to solemn solidarity already as core part of his personality, his moods only seemed to worsen your own. They bounced off of each other, multiplied when you were together, but he was the only person you cared about or trusted in this prison, so the vicious cycle continued. Any time you were together these days, you were bogged down in an echo chamber of despair. There was a brief period where Ryoma appeared to have a small fire ignited in his heart, a period where he was willing to give life a real honest try, but now the gloom was back in full force ever since those damned motive video Monopads had been introduced into your lives. A few days had passed in a big tizzy about who’s Monopad was where, who watched theirs and most were mixed and matched, sent out to the wrong student, but for some reason… you felt like Ryoma had viewed his own, and he did not like what he had seen. It was almost worse seeing your friend long for death then feeling it inside for yourself. You’d started keeping to yourself to avoid seeing it, selfish as that may be.

On one particularly dismal mental health day, you were in his research lab while he was away, trying to get your mind off of dark thoughts, maybe play tennis with the wall. Bouncing the ball off and hitting with a racket as hard as you could could be therapeutic. Maybe that was how Ryoma blew off steam at times. Miu Iruma was there in the lab with you, paying you no mind, obsessed with the sporting machines and how they functioned. Miu loved tinkering ceaselessly with any electronics and gadgets she could find, both inside her own research lab and around the academy. She rarely asked permission to enter other’s labs to do so. She wanted to know how everything worked and it brought her great joy. Your ominous desires taking over, you began to question her. Interestingly, one of the only times she wasn’t a totally vulgar, aggressive bitch was when she was engrossed in her work. She would still snap here and there and slip in inappropriate jokes, but she was much more sufferable. She loved when others asked her to explain something, any chance she got to flaunt her vast wealth of knowledge. She described some of the basic functions of the ball-launching machines: how to change the velocity, the maximum amount of tennis balls one could pelt in a certain timeframe, how to change its direction, how to use the auto-timer or stop all movement with the press of a button. She didn’t even question why you cared, as long as she got to look like the smartest person in the room. Good, you thought. You didn’t want anyone suspecting a thing when you came later to hopefully put an end to your participation in this killing game for good. You didn’t care what was on your motive video at this point. You didn’t even have the energy to find out who had it. You just wanted… out.

~

Later that night, with your mind in a stupor, body nearly on autopilot, you returned to the research lab, now empty save for yourself, to put the tennis machines on autopilot themselves. Unsurprisingly for a bear as evil and twisted as Monokuma, he’d set up the lab equipment to be able to work at extremely dangerous speeds, speeds powerful and torrential enough to maim or even kill someone. Miu had looked both fascinated and horrified upon discovering this earlier. You used this setting to your advantage, placing a timer and setting the machine to its maximum velocity. You’d loaded up the tennis balls, tons of them, and angled multiple machines to target one specific corner of the room. This would work. Anything to feel something, or die trying. Hopefully all of it, all the pain, would all end tonight.

You stepped back, machines prepped to boundlessly and without hesitation do their dark work. You stood in the corner, counting down in your head, ready for what you’d unleashed on yourself. The machines booted up, beginning to whir with the effort of getting to the input speed. You closed your eyes and prepared for an impact that would never come.

Like a flash, a blur of motion so fast it was near unseeable, Ryoma appeared before you, racket in hand, and knocked the incoming balls away from you with ease. One after the other, with inhuman speed he reflected them back toward the machines with the amount of skill and prowess that earned him the title of the Ultimate Tennis Pro in the first place. It was extraordinary. You were sure only he could manage such a feat. You gasp, opening your eyes at the noise in front of you and startled by the sight. With a grunt of effort, he grabs you with his free hand and throws you with all of his strength out of the corner. He ducks, jumping out of the way and onto the ground beside you. The machines continued to pelt the now empty corner of the room faithfully, just as commanded, the booming repetitive sound echoing off the walls of the research lab.

Eventually, minutes later, all sound ceased as the machines ran out of ammunition and therefore shut themselves off. You both lay splayed across the cold floor, silent as the grave. This was so delicate of a situation now, so severe and tense. What was there to say? How did one begin? Only your inhales and exhales filled the dim room, dozens of yellow fuzzy tennis balls scattered around your still forms. Finally, you spoke:

“Where did you come from?” You whispered, heart thumping wildly in your chest. He sighed in reply.

“It’s late, I always come to my lab around this hour, for some alone time… I came just in time to catch you doing something stupid, it seems…” Silence filled the room once again as you both just sat there soaking in his words, and you valued it, time spent with your best friend where you weren’t absorbing each other’s hopelessness and amplifying it. There was a different mood in the air now, an aura of understanding, of caring about what happens to the person next to you for the first time in weeks, even if it was mixed with guilt and embarassment.

“I’m sorry,” he finally spoke up again when you refused to, “I guess I haven’t given you much to look up to as of late…” He rolled over, facing away from you, staring into the wall in shame. “I’ll set a better example, try harder… if only for your sake.” The deep rumble of his bassy voice filled the room.

His motive video stated quite plainly that there was no one in his life to live for, no one to care about or who cared about him in turn.  When he saw you in front of those death machines your life in peril, he knew that was a lie.

Korekiyo Shinguuji:

Below you were nearly eight floors of priceless, dusty artifacts, research and excavation tools, bones, books. Around you were alcoves and shelves, display cases and crates full of history and knowledge. Korekiyo’s research lab was much like himself: complex, dark and mysterious, vertically blessed and intimidating. It was like when people drew an object as a personified character using the object’s traits; his lab looked like an architect stalked Kiyo for months and modeled a room after the man. Monokuma was many things, but inattentive was not one of them, even if he feigned ignorance at times. This lab, perhaps even more than the others (which were still detailed and impressive in their own right) molded so seamlessly into the character and talents of its owner. Even the color scheme of the room matched his uniform, and the atmosphere matched his energy. The room smelled like an ancient library, a museum. It smelled how Kiyo looked.

You peered down at the eight story drop below you, the many stairs before you daunting and suffocating even in the spacious research lab. It was the largest lab by far, and the fall to the bottom would most likely kill you. Just in case, you’d taken the oppurtunity to place a large pile of whatever sharp and more dangerous items you could find in the lab at the bottom, compiling a makeshift deathtrap to ensure this went as planned. There was a katana, carving tools, ritual knives, tribal spears, needles and more.

You were acutely aware of your own breathing, especially in a echoey, dusty chamber like this. It was quiet and menacing, again like its host, who conveniently was not here at present. You’d chosen a time when Korekiyo seemed to be out and slinking about the academy, unsettling the other students no doubt or lecturing them about human history and traditions. It was a lucky last minute plan. Fate must want this, you thought. This must be the right thing to do… Kiyo had barely left this place since it’d opened, too enraptured by its contents to leave, so for him to not be here at this perfect time for your plan to commence, it must have been a work of fate. Your head felt light, like your body was trying to relax and numb itself, to accept what you were about to do. You closed your eyes, swaying calmly back and forth over the railing.

Suddenly, there was a firm hand on your shoulder. Your eyes flashed open, your blood running cold in your veins. Korekiyo, perhaps Kokichi… it had to be one of those two. You couldn’t think of one other classmate, not one, who could or would sneak in the shadows and reappear unseen and unheard but those two. They were both creeps in their own unique ways. Slowly, you turned to see the face behind the hand, and found it half-covered by a dark mask.

“Kiyo…” You acknowledge him with a nod, as if you weren’t up to something dubious… in his lab… without his permission. You looked into his glowing yellow eyes and found sadness in them, extremely expressive. They often were, they had to be when his jaw, his mouth could never convey his feelings to his peers. Kiyo couldn’t flare his nostrils, clench his teeth to signal to others. Maybe that was part of the mystery, part of what scared others about him. Humans often needed emotions, facial cues, body language to communicate, to feel safe and understood in each other’s presence. WIth Kiyo, much could be left up to interpretation.

“It seems some of my artifacts have been misplaced…” He mused, the bandaged hand on your shoulder moving off to cradle his own chin, as if he were puzzled about the situation. “Hmmm… were you perhaps studying some of them and left that mess down there?” He nodded in the direction of the pile, arms crossing over his chest like the disapproving mother of a child who forgot to clean their room.

“I’m really sorry, Kiyo…” You turned your head back to stare forward blankly at the wall across from you, unable to meet his eyes any longer. You felt embarrassed, ashamed that you’d not only been caught pre-attempt, but that you’d made a mess of items you knew the anthropologist held so dear.

“It’s quite alright. I sometimes get lost in my work and studies, too, even forgetting to sleep some nights. The contents of this lab can lead to endless hours of fun, yes? I know you meant no harm by it, unlike some more mischevious classmates of ours.” He giggled gaily beneath the mask. “Speaking of sleep, it's quite late. I know the quest for knowledge is endless, but you must be exhausted.” He of course knew what you were really planning to do here tonight. He was a highly intelligent young man, and someone would have to be blind to not pick up on your intentions. However, he had no desire to embarrass you further, and frankly wanted this all to end as soon as possible, so this little scenario would be swept under the rug in favor of a story less dismal.

“Y-yeah…” You nod, playing along, expressionless and empty inside.

If it were anyone else, he probably would’ve torn them apart for touching his artifacts without his permission, much less mishandling them and leaving them in a cluttery heap on the floor. Perhaps it was the small friendship you’d gradually formed with him that spared you from this fate. You were always curious about his interests and talent, willing to learn, to listen to him talk for hours. You weren’t judgmental like some, talking about him behind his back, cutting him off mid-explanation because you were bored, obviously creeped out by his presence. Yes, he would let his offense go, if only to justify the belief that you deserved a more beautiful, dignified death later on. This wouldn’t do at all, falling pathetically to your death, not for someone like you. You at least deserved more than that he supposed, and yet, your blood decorating his artifacts, your body splayed out in a contorted position over them… that could’ve been beautiful in its own way, too. He hadn’t decided fully yet…

Taking your hand in his long slender, the scholar began to guide you, dragging your rather heavy feet behind him down the crimson stairs. You passed floor by floor until he guided you to the base level, and you let him. Again, fate must have wanted this, to stop you in time, to allow Korekiyo to interfere.

Kokichi Ouma:

You didn’t want to be here, tucked under a metal shelf in the Exisal hangar, cramped and uncomfortable for what felt like hours but yet here you were, waiting for Kokichi to come “seek” your “hide” in this stupid, childish game he loved to play. The academy was the perfect setting for an epic game of hide-and-seek you’d admit, with countless areas to hide and not be found for days, but you were in no mood for playing. You’d been rapidly declining, pushed further and further into the recesses of your own depressed mind with each passing day. You just wanted to lay in your dorm room and cry, sulk, sleep. Kokichi knew that, and yet he loved to drag you out and about for his pointless antics or little trickster schemes on the daily. Even now, as he became more and more unhinged after each class trial, he still involved you in his malicious and sometimes even dangerous plans. You tolerated his immature, hyper, selfish, sporadic, volatile personality - which was insufferable to most - because he was your best if not only friend on campus. Even if the others would say they liked you, no one really hung out with you or paid you any mind, never wanted to know you on any level deeper than acquaintances who made polite conversation during free time or cooperated during class trials. You didn’t consider them friends. You considered Kokichi a close friend. You really didn’t know why he was even interested in you in the first place. You found yourself introverted, boring and awkward, but nonetheless you accepted and even secretly cherished his attention and friendship. He was probably just using you for a long con, a means to an end, but still…

No… today you’d had enough, getting angrier and angrier by the second squashed into that little area under the shelf, your spine aching. Being here alone in the silence, it only left you to your dreary thoughts, gave you the opportunity to dwell on the past three class trials, the death and despair that seemed in constant supply here. You decided you could do that in the comfort of your own bed, warm under the duvet in your dorm room and not contorted into a pretzel on the dirty floor. Screw this, your mind spoke to you, making the decision at once. You huffed, standing and brushing off your uniform. You were fed up, tired of waiting on a kid who clearly didn’t care about you. You felt like you were in denial, seeing your connection with Kokichi as “friendship” when he probably was just using you as a toy because no one else would let him use them. You didn’t feel like a priority to him. He was probably bored and had given up on looking for you, again, prone to changes of his mood and plans on a whim. He was really good at seeking, he was good at most things he enjoyed… surely it wasn’t taking this long. He must have abandoned you.

This was the last straw… even your only friend didn’t think you were worth his time, even when you’d clearly been going through some shit mentally. Kokichi was smarter than people gave him credit for. He knew you were in agony inside, and still he’d done this to you?

Before you could make your way back to your room, something caught your attention out of the corner of your eye. A hydraulic press, no doubt used to compress and scrap broken-down and useless Exisals, seemed to glimmer and shine over on the other side of the room. It seemed to be calling to you, begging to be used, honored to be your release from this world. Sighing with the weight of months of desolation on your shoulders, your body seemed to go into some sort of autonomous mode. You were like a zombie, feeling nothing anymore as you made your way over to the control panel up on a platform next to the press. You passed by dirty shelves, oil and paint cans, tons of lined up inactive Exisals on the way there, stepping up the small incline to the panel and looking over it without hesitation or self preservation in mind.

Quickly, you scan the buttons, knobs and latches until you find the safety features. Without a second thought you switched off all automatic safety settings available to you. For good measure you pulled out the thick wires corresponding to the safety features on the control panel. Now, you would be able to manually send the press into closing all the way down, firmly and snugly. The press was designed to cease all movement automatically if it sensed a living being inside, but now, it would keep going regardless unless manually turned off. You flipped a switch and the machine roared to life, slowly beginning its long, crushing descent. You promptly moved the short distance over to the long, flat press and let your back lay flat against the cold, unfeeling metal.

You thought you’d be scared, but you felt nothing still. It felt like laying in your bed like always, mind empty, heart heavy. It was just another night. You thought you’d lose your conviction, chicken out; that’s what a normal person would do. Fear of death was normal. Your lack of emotion just proved even further that this was the best option for you, in your mind at least. You zoned out, pushing out all surrounding smells, sounds, and sights. There was only you and the silver slab above you. You were at peace, or at least your body didn’t protest or work to save itself. Folding your hands over your chest, you closed your eyes and resigned yourself to your fate as the press drew closer to your face.

Your ears perk up when you hear a sudden clicking sound so close by that it breaks through your barrier of dissociation. Your eyes flash open, a bit perturbed at the cease of motion above you. You were positive you turned off the setting correctly, and yet the press was unmoving.

Before you have time to even process the interruption, your left arm is being snatched by the elbow, and not too gently either. A claw-like, unforgiving grip around your arm pulls you sideways off of the press and you groan when your ass hits the solid ground below. You look at your assailant, surprised that someone his size could be that strong. Much like his true intentions or level of intelligence, it might have just been another thing he’s hidden from the world.

“Kokichi?” The petite boy sunk down on the ground next to you like his knees had given out, bawling his eyes out. You look at him in surprise, not having even heard him enter the hangar. By all means you should’ve, with the loud metal door that groans and hisses when it opens. You must’ve been really out of it.

“Yeah… of course it’s me, idiot!” He spat, showing you no mercy. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! This is not how you play hide-and-seek!” He was absolutely furious, face red as a tomato as he yelled in your face.

You’re both limp piles of flesh on the ground, emotional and collapsing into yourselves for different reasons. Kokichi leapt forward, throwing his arms around your shoulders and crumbling into you, his body molding into yours. His weight crashing into you nearly toppled you over, and he clung to you, snotty and sobbing like a little kid. His fingers dug into your back like nails, clutching to you like his life depended on it. You were speechless. You’d never seen such real, raw emotion from Kokichi. He loved to lie, to put on a performance and was good at fake crying, but you could tell this was real. He’d never reacted to the loss of any of your classmates like this. He continued to berate you, showing his fear of losing you in his own… unique way.

I guess he really did care after all.

Rantarou Amami: 

Rantarou often took strolls around the academy grounds at night to clear his head. The air was crisp and refreshing, there were interesting things to see, and if he truly got bored of just walking and looking, he could always hit up the casino for some late-night fun to pass the time. Mostly though, he just needed the quiet time alone to think, to process his thoughts from that day and plan the next.

Passing the dorms and heading toward the entrance to the main building of the academy, he shuffled to a standstill when his eyes caught sight of something strange. Up high on the rooftop, he spotted something that was definitely out of place, not there on his usual nightly walk. He could barely make out the shape of a human form, standing up there all alone. He squinted, trying to focus in on it. The grounds were pretty well lit, but nobody was ever up on the roof to his knowledge, so it made sense that not many lights were installed way up there. Yep, it was definitely a person: not big or wide enough to be an Exisal or small enough to be a bear. Curious almost to a fault, Rantarou decided immediately to check it out. It took a lot of figuring out which stairwell led where, which floor of the academy was blocked off and so on to find the door to the roof. Really, there wasn’t much up there, it was just a flat, levelled surface so there was no appeal, no need for the students to use it. Well… in this killing game, there were probably plenty of uses for the dangerously high-up, rarely visited, unrailed rooftop, but none of them were good.

When he closes the door behind him and sees, now up close, that the human form that was visible from the ground is you, standing on the edge of the roof, he sighs. He was really hoping on his trek up here that it wasn’t going to be you. Unfortunately, his gut said it would be, and that made him rush up to the roof all the quicker. Anyone else might have genuinely been up there for fresh air or the view, but Rantarou knew you… he knew you’d been going a rough time, the whole group knew it. Some of your fellow prisoners at the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles made fun of you for being so mopey all the time, calling you emo or a buzzkill. Kokichi teased that you and Shuichi would be a perfect match, that you could “be little bitches together,” crying all day, wearing all black and so on. He was ruthless.

Rantarou knew why you were up there, what could happen to you that night if he didn’t intervene. Preparing himself mentally, he gently approached you, slowly and cautiously as to not spook you off of the ledge.

“H-hey? Um, what’s up Y/N?” The air up there was extra chilly, and that mixed with the apprehension about how the next few moments would go had him throwing his hands into his pockets, immensely uncomfortable. Knowing you were no longer alone, you stepped back from the ledge, wrapping your arms around your middle as you turned to face him. He didn’t miss it when your expression went from a dead-inside indifference to anxious surprise when you saw him.

“Rantarou? Hey…” you spoke unenthusiastically, clearly intending to spend what may have been your last night on Earth alone.

“Stargazing, huh?” He laughed nervously, trying to play off the severity of the potentially dire situation. The goal was to descalate your suicidal thoughts if you indeed had any as he suspected, to let you know you weren’t alone, physically or emotionally. “If so, there are way better places on campus to do it!”

“Oh… yeah,” you replied with a forced, pathetic little laugh. You stepped closer toward him. It seemed like you were already losing conviction in your choice to jump. Good. Those second thoughts were good. Doubts were good. You obviously weren’t too far gone, or you probably would’ve jumped regardless of him watching - not caring, not regretting, not feeling anything.

“Can I chill up here with you? Walkin’ around all alone at night’s gettin’ kinda boring. I mean, I’ve seen everything on campus a million times. It would be a nice change of routine.” He smiled hopefully, pressuring you into accepting. You nod in response and the two of you sat and “stargazed” for a long while, eventually shifting to lay down on the hard, dirty concrete of the rooftop and stare up into the sky.

“You can’t… really see much…” you grumbled after a long silence.

“Hmmm? Oh yeah, the campus is pretty well lit so not many stars are gonna show. It sucks, but I kinda like just laying here. It’s nice: the silence, doing nothing. Our days are pretty stressful, you know?” Oh, you knew. The stress of the killing game, wondering if you were going to die that day, trying to figure out mystery after puzzle, trying to recall memories… it was what sent you into this spiral in the first place.

You let Rantarou carry the conversation from there. He attempted to enthuse you with tales of his travels, trying to make life sound adventurous, the world worth living for. Some of it did in fact entertain you, catching your attention, but mainly what shook you was Rantarou opening up to you freely when he was known by the group to be pleasant but quite secretive about his past, even unintentionally. You’d all lost some of your memories, but he was even more of a mystery than others. You couldn’t help but feel a bit moved, a bit warmed by the fact that he wanted to reveal more of himself to you. He spoke for a long while, telling long stories of his past for the next hour or so before letting the interaction fade into a more comfortable silence. Eventually though, he knew he would have to acknowledge it, to get to the hard part.

“Hey… uh… I just wanna let you know that I’ve been there before… some really rough shit in life, you know?” He turned his head to look directly at you, no longer caring about the stars sprinkled sparsely above. “Don’t do it… It’s never gonna be worth it.” 

Gonta Gokuhara:

“Y/N??? What happen?!” Gonta was kneeling in front of you, a nervous wreck.

This was not how this was supposed to go. How did he… of all people find you??? How could anyone?

You were tucked away in a dark hallway, a few floors up in an area of the academy hardly anyone used. This section was decorated in cobwebs, loose boards, unfinished paint. This floor unlocked because there were some research labs up here, but this in particular was a wing that was a far walk to the other side of the floor and this area was mostly untouched, or rather, abandoned. Monokuma and the Kubs obviously didn’t plan to do anything with it and had even blocked it off lazily with some loose tape. The bears were never seen here, and you thought the first time you broke past the tape that an Exisal or five would show up to crush you for breaking some rule, but when nothing happened, you decided to make this your own little spot for when you just needed a break from it all. This world, the academy, the killing game, it all became far too much very quickly.

This hallway had a high archway and a large round window looking out. There was a beautiful view of the moon from this dramatic looking window, and you wanted it to be your last view. Here in your secret place, you thought, even if someone did discover you in the morning or days from now, you’d be long gone. This was a good spot, but what was happening now was not part of the plan… Here you were, blood trickling and a sharp razor to your arm about to cut deep once again when the large man came stomping through the normally silent hallway seemingly on a mission.

You were pulled back into the moment: Gonta was yelling and you were shushing him, a bit light headed and a super panicked. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be just you, alone and done. Not someone like him… he didn’t deserve to see this. Now this was selfish. Now… you couldn’t finish the job.

You didn’t want to hurt him like this. All he ever wanted to do was help others. Gonta was too good, too pure of heart, too selfless. You didn’t want him to deal with this or to think for even a second that he had any fault in it. God forbid he was too late to stop it and you bled out anyway. He would blame himself forever. You didn’t want to expose him to this. You tried to distract him, which in normal daily conversation proved easy to do.

“Gonta, what are you doing here?” You tossed the razor to the ground and tried to hold your arm somewhat back and out of his direct line of sight, but he kept looking at it regardless, clearly focused on one thing at the moment.

“W-well, normally Gonta go to his lab at this time every night, check on bugs between sleeping, make sure they’re safe! But… tonight, Kokichi stop Gonta outside Gonta’s lab and say our friend Y/N is in trouble! Gonta had to come right away to help!” Kokichi… that little shit! How did he even know? He seemed to know everything that happened around campus, like he was always lurking about in the shadows. He knew everyone’s secrets, was up in everyone’s business like it was his job. You hadn’t even seen him anywhere near you tonight… Was he truly that far ahead of everyone else? Why would he do this to Gonta, though? You wouldn’t even pretend to know how his twisted little mind worked.

“Oh, well I’m fine, Gonta, honestly…” You pulled down your uniform sleeve, hoping that covering the open wounds would lessen the seriousness of the moment.

“Y/N not fine! Let Gonta help!” Sputtering and an anxious mess, Gonta, who assumed this was all a big misunderstanding, an accident, insisted you follow him to his lab, or he’d even carry you if it hurt too much or you felt too weak. You knew he wasn’t going to simply let this go and walk away, so you sighed and conceded, allowing him to guide you all the way to his bug-filled research lab before he could escalate this to an even louder ruckus that possibly drew others to the scene.

He happily explained that he had some basic first aid and medical supplies in there, that Monokuma adapted a side area to be kind of like the environment Gonta grew up in but in his own… less sophisticated way of speaking. He also had some more advanced first aid tools that he’d collected and stored from the warehouse on the first floor just in case his bugs friends or human friends needed his help (bless his heart). He knew of basic bandaging and wound-cleaning methods from his time growing up in the wilderness. It was survival of the fittest out there.

He dutifully got your arm all fixed up and padded the wound so even if your arm bumped into something lightly while you slept that night, you wouldn’t feel it. He joyfully talked your ear off, never aware of the true intent behind your actions that night. He was simply happy to help, to save his friend at any cost.

Shuichi Saihara:

When you awoke, you found yourself staring at the ceiling of your dorm room, mind groggy and eyes bleary. A pounding headache greeted you along with a tightness in your lungs. A feeling of pins and needles spread through your extremities as you slowly sat up. You were in your bed… Did it not work? Huh? The light above stung your eyes and as you looked around, you finally noticed Shuichi by your bedside. His eyes were red and puffy underneath, like he’d been crying recently.

“Shuichi? Is this real? Why am I-” you began, throat hoarse and raw.

“Alive? I found you on the floor of my research lab… the bottle was nearby.” He looked disappointed, disheartened, exhausted. “I forced the antidote down your throat… anything to get it into your system. Maki helped me carry you here. She’ll be back with food eventually, we were planning on taking shifts…” You started to stutter, to try and make excuses or apologies but he cut you off, nerves obviously fried: “If you knew it was getting this bad, if you felt like this was your only option, you should’ve talked to me, or Maki… or anybody for that matter, anything to prevent this!” His words were breathy, voice giving out as he was starting to get choked up again. He sighed, breath catching in his throat and he held his head in his hands. “Or maybe… we should’ve noticed…” He spoke barely above a whisper, sniffling. A shockwave of guilt and pain shot through your body. You couldn’t let him think that.

“No, Shuichi, this isn’t your fault! This isn’t on anyone but me!” You couldn’t deal with the knowledge that he was feeling in any way guilty about this.

“Poisoning yourself? Do you know how slow that would’ve been, how painful? Did you even read the label on the specific posion you chose? You would’ve gone in and out of consciousness most likely, each time waking up in more pain that the last until your body finally gave out. Monokuma designed this stuff, its tortuous and cruel, Y/N.” You’d rarely heard his voice take on this deep, angry tone. “You would’ve felt your body shutting down, paralyzed and powerless to stop the pain. Can you imagine if I hadn’t found you passed out initially and shoved that antidote down your throat? I bet you’re still feeling some side effects regardless.” He shook his head, unable to meet your gaze with his next words. “... Why would you do this to me…? To see my best friend suffer like that!” The tears, hot and angry began to pour freely from the corners of his eyes, his words spat through clenched teeth. He was trying to even out his breaths, fists balled at this side in the chair beside your bed. Seeing your brows furrow in guilt, the emotional pain twisted into your expression when you were already in physical pain, he tried desperately to reel himself in. “I’m sorry. I shoudn’t be angry at you, it’s selfish of me. I just…” He sighed deeply, steadying his breathing.

No, he was right… he’d lost Kaede, you’d all just lost Kaito - the main event that finally pushed you over an edge you’d already been teetering on. You’d almost caused him more irreversible pain. Everyone else who died crushed his spirit of course, but you, Kaito, Kaede, Maki, you guys were so very dear to him. Losing any of you chipped away at his heart and soul, and he didn’t have many pieces left. There was barely enough Shuichi left to keep going. Each trial drained him like an old machine running out of steam. You cared about him, cherished him immeasurably, and yet you almost contributed directly to the destruction and despair the killing game had wrought inside his heart already.

“For some reason, Monokuma said suicide is a viable death for a class trial if the antidote didn’t take. Said he’s seen suicide work before for a trial,” he spoke again to fill the unpleasant void in the air. “It seemed like he really didn’t want me to administer it to you, but I told him since I literally saw it happen, a trial would be boring. A quick trial would be no fun for him, so he seemed to be mulling it over. You know he’s all about entertaining himself… so sick. I was praying, just hoping the antidote worked. I couldn’t have done it, your trial…” Maki interupted his monologuing, entering with a tray of food and water. 

“Y/N,” Maki nodded her acknowledgment, showing she cared in her own reserved way. He turned to greet her solemnly, then back to you. “Whatever you need to talk about, I’m here, we are here. Please don’t do anything like this ever again.”

K1B0/Kiibo:

You loved Kiibo and really treasured his friendship, but sometimes he just didn’t seem to get more complex or abstract human concepts. Even something like depression, which wasn’t all that complex on the surface level, seemed to make him uncomfortable and revert into a very robotic state of thinking. Kiibo understood sadness of course, even feeling what he described as sadness on multiple occasions, but the deep, irrational, incurable thing that true depression could sometimes be seemed to be less reachable to him. When you vented or explained the concept, he tried to understand and you two were so close that you went to him before anyone else. You trusted him wholly and bonded after many months spent with him. You could see his gears turning (not literally) when he was trying really hard to understand a new idea or emotion, but sometimes you just wanted to vent and be heard while he wanted to offer practical solutions. He’d search his memory banks for psychological reports, comb the internet looking for the smartest answer, the facts, but the human side he wasn’t seeming to get was that the facts weren’t always what someone wanted or needed when they were feeling down. There was barely any warmth from his “comfort,” even when he tried extremely hard. Deep, excruciating depression seemed to be something he just wasn’t programmed to deal with. Maybe his creator thought he’d never encounter it, or you all got locked up in the academy before it could be added to his knowledge bank. You knew Kiibo could learn and adapt even without previous programming, but sometimes it was hard for him. It felt like asking Google how to solve a depressive episode or a panic attack instead of a friend who should know you and your heart.

On one particular evening, Kiibo found himself searching around the academy for you. You were usually on time to meet up with him, and you’d hang out at the same place every night for the past few months. When a good while passed and you didn’t show up, he went looking for you, a bit worried. You were in a killing game after all. He didn’t want to assume the worst but it would be foolish not to consider the possibility. After clearing the outside areas he moved into the main building, up dusty stairs and across lesser used halls until he came upon a restricted section that Monokuma blocked off for “ normal maintenance.” You all knew this was probably a lie, that the bear probably had something far more sinister than maintenance planned for that section of the school, but no one dared cross the yellow tape and warning signs. The Kubs had threatened you all on punishment of death if you broke the rules by ruining the surprise early and entering the closed off wing. Looking over the tape, the loose boards and dimly lit hall, something was willing him to go, pushing him to check past the tape… his inner voice. He’s never ignored it before, and it’s always been the right choice. Finding a courage he didn’t normally have, he stepped cautiously under the tape, being sure not to rip or alter its placement. Creeping down the hall, he stopped dead in his tracks when he rounded a corner and saw you standing yards behind an Exisal. The deadly machine was clearly on autopilot with no Kub inside, likely just set to perform simple maintenance, guard duty, cleaning or building on its own until its owner returned. Regardless, the thing would probably mindlessly kill any signs of human life it encountered in its owner’s stead, programmed by its creator to carry out punishments on rule breakers in this area. Yet another thing that made Kiibo superior to these types of no-intellect, violent piles of scrap metal. If you were caught, you were likely dead on sight, and he knew that, and he knew you had to know that.

Shuffling up to you warily, he grabs onto your shirt firmly and begins to drag you back and away from the Exisal.

“What are you doing?!” He whispers, inching you both away from the machine and back toward the entrance to the blocked off section. You were pulling away from him, struggling with tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. You wouldn’t scream, wouldn’t alert the Exisal now for fear of putting Kiibo’s life in danger as well, but if you could just convince him to leave, shake him off, maybe… “You shouldn’t be here!” Now a safer distance away from the Exisal, you began to protest verbally. You were mumbling, something like let me do this, I want to die, and was talking over you, solely concerned with getting you both into the clear where you could talk openly. He didn’t want to hear that word right now either: die, or any variation of it. He felt that anxiety, what humans describe as a tightness in the chest or butterflies flying around where his intestines would be. Was this feeling uniquely human?

His uneasiness lessens a tiny bit once he drags you under the tape and now down an unrestricted hall to a nearby bench, but now the uncomfortable talk had to begin. He hated this part, hated feeling inadequate and inhuman. He takes your rambling head into his hands and forces you to look at him through the tears.

“This is illogical. This is a most… painful way out! Why would you chose this way? It’s unreasonable. Why would you want to die like that, and who knows how long that thing is programmed to drag it out. Monokuma and the Monokubs are cruel to say the least, would dying by a machine they made be a great way to go out?” This was not what you wanted to hear. He was doing it again, another analytical, logical answer. You began to weep even harder, the frustration doubling at his words. You wanted to punch him in the face right now. He didn’t know what to do, eyes bouncing all over your form in confusion and dread like he was looking at a ship that just sprung a leak and was threatening to sink before him. He felt himself overheating like some common computer, ashamed at the useless he felt at that moment.

He didn’t know what to do… he was making it worse! So, he followed his inner voice.

In a panic, before he can think, he simply blurts out:

“I don’t want you to go! I would miss you, and I like having you in my life! I care about you, so please, please don’t do this.” He’s gasping though he doesn’t need to breathe. You find yourself calming down a bit, shaken by his words and quieting down to hear the rest of what he has to say. “I wouldn’t know what to do without you here. You’re my best friend and I have strong feelings for you, ones I never knew I could ever have!” You were shocked. He’d never said anything like this to you before. He takes your hands in his, and it feels right to him, like he’s supposed to do it. “Please, I’m listening. I’ll listen all night if need be.”

[dun9eons]

a/n: angie x fem reader peak im cooking once more

my carrd if u wnna know more abt me > dun9eons.carrd

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summary: angie x reader where both angie and reader accidentally take aphrodisiacs and decide to help each other out ^^

CW (18+): love bites, nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, scissoring

words: 3.08k

Melatonin Lust

You were working at the infirmary, being the Ultimate Pharmacist, you were there every day. You would see the same people every day coming and collecting their daily medication. One of those people you saw daily was your closest friend, Angie. Gosh, the way she smiles, the way she's so enthusiastic every day makes you blush, of course, you gain a crush on her, being more desperate seeing her visit the infirmary.

"Hi S/O~! How are you?" She greeted, with her usual bubbly personality. 

"Hello Angie," You greeted, "just your usual medication?"

"Mhm!" She nodded, curling the sides of her lips to a bright smile.

You blushed a little at her smile, you found it adorable. "Okay.. Just give me a minute while I look for yours okay?" You said, now pacing to the back of the infirmary for her medication.

Before you even asked to get her medication, you prepped it the day you left before hometime, you cared about her a lot, you sorted through all the names from A-Z, thank goodness her name started with an A, so it was a quick find. Her little bag just had 2 pills, and she told you that Atua thinks she has a problem with sleeping, even without Atua, you could easily tell from her quite crazy energy she gives off, not being able to have a break, so you can tell she needs them.

You took the little ziplock, as you walked back to the front counter, Angie sitting on one of the benches. You call out to her, her head turns as she stands up from the bench and walks towards the front. You hand her the little ziplock bag of her medication, she takes it, waves goodbye, and leaves.

You felt a little sad seeing her leave, but you widen your eyes slightly, seeing Angie turn back around and walk toward you. You start feeling a bit worried, why was she coming back? Did you do something wrong? But as she approached closer, she finally spoke.

"Oh S/O! Since you're already here, why don't you take a break and come by my art studio? I would love to show you around!"

You blushed a light pink from her request, you know you couldn't just leave your stand right now, the other people needed you, but since you have such a crush on her, you reluctantly agreed. "Yeah, sure..!"

"Great~!" She smiled along with a giggle, she then grabbed your arm and started dragging you towards her art studio, definitely struggling along the way..

After what felt like ages of her just dragging you, you both finally stand at the front of her art studio's door, she opens the door. Not even the whole room is shown, just the little view you get from the front of her door, you see a lot of art in all different shapes and sizes, and you stare in awe.

"Come on in~!" She says, walking in her studio, and you follow suit.

You walk around, your head turning to each side to admire each artwork, Angie explaining that Atua gave her the encouragement and talent to create such art. 

"Wow Angie.. This art is amazing!" You praised, as you eventually laid your eyes on a specific artwork of hers, a self-portrait, Angie notices and explains how it's pretty basic compared to her other artworks. You don't even listen, you just admire her self-portrait of.. Her. You can't help but just think of how beautiful she is, you're thankful to have a friend like her, a crush on her, anything.

"Oh S/OOOO.." She whispered in your ear.

You get startled by her breath hitting your ear, finally snapping out of your gaze. "U-Uhm, yes Angie?" You asked, still a bit startled.

"We should head into my room, we can braid each other's hair, and I can maybe teach you some spiritual rituals about Atua!" She said excitedly, hoping that you'll accept her request.

"Sure!" you said excitingly, or maybe even way too excited, any who, she giggled with joy from your acceptance as she led you to her bedroom.

You numbingly look in awe once again, at the entrance and aesthetic of her room and you can't just help but walk in, being hit with a beachy and island feeling to it, in a good way of course. The walls are draped with sea grass-colored curtains, giving the room a beachy vibe. Several beach-themed items, such as shells, driftwood, and seashells, are placed as decorations across the room.

"Gosh Angie, I can't emphasize more on how amazing your stuff is.."

"Of course S/O! Auta gave me the creativity to make my place look stunning!" She said energetically, then, Angie walked over and plopped herself onto her bed, patting next to her for you to join in.

You hesitated, but then sheepishly walked towards Angie, then sat yourself down next to her on the edge of her bed, your hands slightly gliding across Angie’s skin, making you pull back quickly, and Angie, not seeming to notice.

You sighed, relieved that Angie didn’t notice. But now being awkwardly quiet between you two, you broke it.

“Sooo.. Uhh.. Whad’ya wanna do?” You asked, hoping that Angie would have some sort of idea of what to do in an awkward situation.

“Hm, we should definitely do some art together!” She said with an overjoyed tone.

You looked down, and raised your wrist higher to your face, looking at your watch. It was currently 4:23PM and School ended at 6PM. You looked a bit worried, hoping that doing art with her wouldn't take as long since you need to go back to the infirmary to do your duties.

“How long would we take to you know.. Do art together?” You asked, with a slightly reassuring tone, hoping Angie wouldn’t take it the wrong way of thinking you wanted to leave early, which you did. But you wouldn’t want to tell her that would you?

“Could take a few hours.. Not so sure.. Maximum four at least!” Your heart dropped at the words she said, at least four hours? You wouldn’t be able to get back to the infirmary to finish your duties, therefore you would get in big trouble.

You couldn’t decide, should you take the safer route and just leave now? Or take a riskier one and stay where you’re at right now. You couldn’t stop thinking about which one to take, you snapped out of your thoughts when Angie spoke.

“S/O, are you okay? It’s okay if you want to leave,” She gently took your hand, and placed it onto hers, “You’ve spent plenty of time with me already!”You blushed slightly at the sudden contact, you felt your face heating up. “N-No! Uhm.. I’ll stay with you, don’t worry..” No way you’re coming back from this, the desperate side of you wanted to stay with Angie, but the more practical side told you to go, since you’re pathetic, you chose Angie.

“That’s great to hear S/O!” She clapped both of her hands with joy, “This will be so much fun, thank Atua for the both of us!”(TIME SKIP: I'm sorry, I have no idea what to write for this scenario..)You and Angie went a little overboard with making art together, it was way over 4 hours, I guess a lot of time passed, since you’ve been doing stuff with Angie for more than four, 6 hours in total, it was now around 10PM, and getting late. “I think I should start heading back to my dorm Angie, It’s getting a bit late…” You start packing your stuff to head back, just before you started to walk out of her dorm, you felt a hand pull you back, it was a pretty strong grip.

“Wait S/O! You can stay here for the night, it’s a bit dangerous out there ya know?” Her grip slightly turned a bit less tense, but still holding onto you. “Don’t worry Angie, I’m fine I-” “Atua says you should stay! Don’t worry, I won’t bite or anything!” She pushed you to stay, but of course you complied, staying the night over at a crushes house? Of course you would take the chance. “Fine..” Just play it innocent, like it will always turn out, no advances or anything. You put your bag back down onto her floor, you glanced up at Angie, getting a mattress for you to sleep on, I guess that ruined the chances of you to sleep on the same bed as her, now stop thinking about it. She prepped a few pillows and a blanket on top of the mattress, after she was done, you sat on it, pulling out your phone to scroll through some videos before sleeping. You turned to see Angie already laying on her bed, it caught you by surprise, she was energetic a few minutes ago when she was asking you to stay over, but was she really that tired?

“Mhm.. Atua says I should get some sleep, I am pretty tired, but I have enough energy to do regular stuff.” She said, with a less energetic tone than usual, which was a rare tone for you or anyone to hear from her. “Well, have you taken your sleeping pills yet?”“Oh, thanks for reminding me S/O! I haven’t taken them, but I'm already tired, so I'll take one!” Angie got up to get a glass of water to take with her pill but she turned to you before taking it, “Do you want to have my other pill? Atua senses you are still a bit energetic, so you should take it!”

(W: Anything past this part is 18+ if ur uncomfortable, please skip through)

She was right, you were still feeling a bit energetic, she handed you a pill, she took hers and chugged some water, you did the same after. After you both took the sleeping pills, you both laid on your respective beds, well, for you a mattress. You closed your eyes and tried to sleep but it felt very.. Uncomfortable? No, it was awkward, you kept moving and shuffling around, you felt your breathing getting heavier, you felt hot and sweaty without even sweating.

You sat up properly from your makeshift bed, you tried thinking, what pills did you take? It took you a minute before finally realizing you took an aphrodisiac, and you worried even more since you and Angie both took the same pill. You were fucked, Angie would never forgive you for this since you are the one who takes care of her medication. You looked up towards Angie and her bed, you basically crawled to her, your stomach was aching, filled with arousal and awkwardness. “Angie..” You said weakly, the aphrodisiac slowly taking over every passing minute. “S/O.. What is happening to me..? Even Atua doesn’t know..” You heard her breathing heavily, face flushed. “Crap.. Angie.. I-Ah.. I think we took aphrodisiacs..” It was getting harder to breath, the air around you felt thick with arousal, you felt your face burning, and the awkward heat on your lower area rising.

Your hands we're covering your abdomen, trying to ease the aching pain in that area, but it didn't help at all, you needed a different type of help to ease the pain. You needed Angie’s help. “Angie.. I’m sorry but ah.. I need your help with something..” “What do you haah.. Need help with.. S/O..?”You slowly climbed up Angie’s bed and straddled onto her lap. “I need this, I-I can’t hold it back any longer, it hurts so much..” 

You felt tears in your eyes, slowly sliding down your face, the pain in your abdomen and stomach was getting too much, you never knew that an aphrodisiac could cause this much pain to you and Angie.You flinched when you saw Angie put her hands on the back of your head and your waist, bringing you even closer to her.

“It’s okay S/O, we can help eachother out..” She used her hand to your chin, lifting your head high, exposing your neck to her view, she leaned in towards your neck, you felt her hot breath tickling your neck, making you get goosebumps. You felt her lips finally in contact with your neck, you let out a slight gasp, her lips were kissing everywhere on your neck and collarbone area, sucking on them to cause hickies and dark spots to form. You didn’t even retaliate, you wanted this to happen, you needed this to happen, this was the only way to ease the pain between you two. She let go off your neck, a thin string of saliva showing. She took off her yellow cardigan and set it somewhere, she started undoing your uniform, she took off your cardigan and your white buttoned top, she also slid off your skirt, leaving you with just a bra and your underwear to her view.

Angie admired your body for a while, until she finally spoke up. “You’re so perfect S/O..”

She caught you off guard when she praised you, you then feel her hand sneak to the back of your bra and unclipping it, letting it fall freely on the bed.

Angie reached her hand up to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently. “So soft..” She murmurs, not wasting time, she leans her head down, taking in one of your nipples to her mouth and sucking on it.

You let out a gasp of pleasure of the new sensation, Angie then takes her hand to play with your other nipple, twisting and pulling on it gently as she continues to suck on your sensitive flesh. Her other hand is working its way down towards your panties.

You shivered at the feeling of Angie’s slim fingers sliding down your waist. Once she reaches your underwear, her fingers trace the outline of your panties through the fabric, teasing you. “My my S/O.. You’re already so wet!” She pointed out with no care, she definitely grinned to herself after you turned your head to the side to hide your flustered face, trying to keep some of your dignity. You couldn’t even reply to the comment, your mind was hazy, full of lust, and probably affected by the aphrodisiac as well.

Angie quickly grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it behind you, then she gently pushed your head onto the pillow, with your back now towards the bed. She rubbed your thighs before taking off your underwear and throwing it off to the side. Her fingers parted your folds, you were already dripping wet from the teasing, so Angie’s fingers easily slid in without too much pain.

You arched your back to the feeling of two of Angie’s fingers entering inside, nearly causing your eyes to roll back, your jaw unhinged, leaving your mouth open. You felt drool going down the side of your mouth to your chin each time Angie pumped in and out of you. “A-Angie..! Ngh..~ Fuck..”

She leaned her head in, stimulating you with her fingers and her tongue. You could hear the slick and sucking sounds from her mouth and fingers. The thought of 3 in 1 hole made you surprised you could take so much.

You were nearly at your peak, the pain from your stomach after taking the aphrodisiac mixed with the continuous merciless thrusting of Angie’s fingers and tongue was really putting you on edge.

It wasn’t long before you finally came all over Angie’s fingers and mouth, you were breathing heavily, no wonder why sex was so tiring. You were abruptly snapped out of your thoughts when Angie spoke up.

“Atua has blessed you with the amount you produce!” She said shamelessly, as she was licking your cum off her fingers and her chin. That definitely caught you off guard, but god she didn’t have to bring that up. You just blushed harder than normal, but at least you were somewhat snapped back to reality.

You 're having your moment of just trying to catch your breath, but with the rustling of Angie beside you made you curious.

Once you and Angie were facing each other, she slowly began to intertwine her legs with yours until both your pussies were pressed lightly against one another.

You let out a small gasp, which quickly turned into a long, quiet moan as Angie began to gently rub herself against you. You felt as though the air was as cold as ice because of the heat from Angie's body on yours. You were afraid that if you broke away, Angie would become frozen and frigid, so you tried to stay as near to her as you could. 

“Fuck.. Ngh- Angie..! I-I can’t take anymore..!”

Angie started to grind against you and your words were stuck in your throat. Desperate to prove that you still had some self-control, you tried to talk some more, but it was useless; all that came out of your mouth were the uncontrollably loud moans and whimpers as pleasure shot through your body.

As Angie's breath hit your face and you both gasped and panted, the heat of her breath intensified your feelings even more, swaying you and her hips in rhythm.

The pressure was building quicker than last time, you were seeing stars.

“S/O.. I’m so close..” Angie muttered.

Both of you were about to cum, the both of you grinding against each other was getting quicker and faster, desperate for both of your releases. Both of you screamed out each other's name as you finally came. It was messy all over Angie’s bed.

You and Angie’s legs are shakily un-intertwined, flopping back against the bed, it was definitely time for a rest.

The silence between you two was a bit awkward, the room just filled with breathing from both of your intense orgasms. “We should do that another time.”Angie spoke up abruptly, leaving you surprised. “Again? I don’t really think we should do that again Angie.”Angie giggled to herself, “I’m just saying what Atua thinks!”

“Really? What else did he say?” You scoffed. “I love you!” “Oh, he said that? Tell him I said tha-” Angie leaned in to give you a kiss on the lips. The kiss quickly turned passionate, gradually becoming needy. Angie quickly pulled back, leaving a string of saliva, “Nope, that was just me.”

[lxvenderdreamy]

🩷🌸Freetime With You!🌸🩷 Part 2

[🍓] ~ Danganronpa V3 (except for Ryoma cause idk how to write him really) x Reader🍓

🩷Kaito Momota🩷

“Hey, Y/n!” Kaito called out to you, you turned to him with a smile. “Oh, hello Kaito. How are you?” You asked. Kaito had a small blush on his cheeks as he sweatdropped nervously.

Kaito has been keeping a close eye on you, in a good way of course. Ever since you two first talk when everyone was meeting the Ultimates, you fascinated him to complete. You seemed so intrigued about his Ultimate as he told you some things about himself. You would praise him, despite him doing something illegal to get into the program…but you didn’t bat an eye at all

This also made his heart flutter ever so slightly, and he wanted to be able to spend more time with you. So, it was his day today.

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to check up my Research Lab and I could tell ya more about my talent!” Kaito said as he scratched the back of his head. “Oh, and I’m doing alright!” He said. You thought for moment before smiling at him, nodding your head. “Sure, I would love that.” You said.

Kaito mentally beamed at your answer. He then lead you to his lab. As you two walked side by side he couldn’t keep his heart from beating so much. He felt warm and fuzzy..he also felt hot. His face was burning up. He felt so excited for you to see his lab and to rant on about his talent some more.

When you two got there, he showed you all around his lab. You were so intrigued in everything he told you and showed you. You asked questions about some things, genuine questions as you watched him in curiosity and focus. You couldn’t help but feel happy that Kaito was showing you and telling you all these fun details about his talent and his lab. It really fascinated you.

But…you never did realize how Kaito was also happy that you were intrigued on listening to him. He felt like..like you actually were interested. You were interested in learning more about him and his personality, even his life before he got into this mess. That sweet smile on your face always seemed to melt his heart, the way your eyes held so much interest and intrigue was sweet to him. He could only think so deeply when you asked him such a question…

“Kaito, is it okay if I ask you a question?” You asked. Kaito let out a sudden hum. “Huh? Yeah, of course.” Kaito said. You cleared your throat slightly as you put a finger to your lips. “…You interest me.” You said. Kaito’s eyes widened. He..interests you? “I..I interest you? How so?” Kaito asked. “It’s the way of how passionate you seem to talk when asked or talking about your talent. It…It makes me happy. It makes me happy that your ranting do much about your talent with so much pure passion.” You said with a chuckle. Kaito felt himself blush at that. He interested you. You were happy that you liked hearing him talk and rant on about all this stuff…

“I—Oh..uh—thanks. Thanks, that really..means a lot.” Kaito said softly. You stood up and walked over to him, giving him a small side hug that was able to make him jump slightly made his face got hotter. “Thank you for this, Kaito. It was very nice to be able to hear so many new things about not only your lab, but you. Thank you so much.” You said before pulling away and taking your swift leave. Kaito was left in such deep thought. He felt like he…he achieved something, but what? He realized how his feelings for you is much greater than what he thought. But he didn’t mind.

🩷🌸Figuring out that love is much more greater.🌸🩷

🩷Maki Harukawa🩷

Maki was fiddling with her hair in the library. She was nervous. Very nervous. It wasn’t like her to be this way. It also wasn’t like her to have such a blush on her face.

Maki was acting like this..because of you. She had scheduled a time where she wanted to hang out with you in the library. She liked you. She was way more closer to you than her other fellow students.

When she heard that library door close open, she immediately saw you. You had a smile on your face. “Hi Maki!” You said happily as you walked closer to you. Maki looked away from you. “…Hi.” She said simply. You smiled at her, aware that this was her normal attitude.

“Are you ready?” You asked. Maki nodded and she lead you over to a table. She had picked out a book for the two of you to read. You were more than happy to read a book with her.

You two sat down together. You had scooted closer to her so that you can also read the book alongside with her. She blushed so hard as she started sweating bullets. She felt her heart beating as she was this close to you.

You two continued to read the book in silence. Maki was still losing her mind on the inside but she tried to keep her posture and her neutral face. Maki never felt this way with anyone else but you, she hated it. She hated feeling such feelings like this and she wasn’t used to it at all. But yet she can’t help but continue to think about you constantly, couldn’t help but get nervous around you so easily. It was like…she was…in love—“Wow…that’s surprising!” You had said, knocking Maki out of her thoughts. She let out a small hum. “…You’re not listening aren’t you?” You suddenly asked. She cursed to herself in her mind.

“Of course I am, idiot.” Maki said, frowning at you. You chuckled at her. “It’s okay, Maki. Here, how about we go enjoy some cup of tea and just talk?” You asked with a smile. Maki thought that was a great idea…but she felt bad. She was the one that scheduled this hangout with you, she should be the one suggesting. But yet you two made your way to the dining hall where Kirumi made you two a nice cup of tea.

“So…Maki, i’ve been noticing how you’ve been acting…off.” You told her, giving her a downward brow smile. She raised a brow at you. What could you mean..? Wait, did you figure out that she liked you? “What do you mean?” She asked in her usual tone. “I’m not saying that it’s suspicious or anything, it’s just that..whenever we’re close together, you seem to zone out! Not to mention how red your face can get…” You said, thinking about all the times you saw Maki with this strange characteristic of hers. It wasn’t even like Maki to act such a way, especially around you. With everyone else, she acted like her old self..but with you it was a completely different mood. Maki scoffed as she stared at the ceiling. “Nonsense, i’ve just been…—i’ve been fine.” Maki said, blushing a little bit. “Your doing it right now! Your blushing!” You pointed out. Maki gritted her teeth as she looked away. She felt embarrassed and frustrated, well, that’s what she felt for only a couple seconds when she heard you chuckle.

“Wh-What’s so funny?” She asks you, furrowing her brows. “Nothing! Your just so adorable. It’s fine Maki, you don’t have to answer that question. I’m just..worried about you since i’ve never seen you act such a way.” She felt her heart flutter. She sighed and shook her head. It was…a close call but yet it was…nice. It was nice that you noticed her. It was nice that you were checking up on her despite her feeling fine—well, maybe. You still had that sweet smile on your face as you laughed a little bit and she couldn’t help but crack a small smile of her own.

🌸🩷Feelings are shown through actions🌸🩷

🩷Kirumi Tojo🩷

Kirumi was a..neutral person. She always kept a straight face but also smiled a bit from time to time. But with you, she smiled and blushed a lot. She recognized her own feelings quickly and she couldn’t help but feel a little bit embarrassed by it. Not in a bad way of course.

So…for her excitement and possibly yours, she decided to invite you into the kitchen. She wanted you to help her with some things in the kitchen and as a sweet award, she will make you your favorite meal or dessert. So she caught up with you and asked if you would like to be a help with her in the kitchen and luckily you agreed with a smile.

“Put all the spices in that shelf, right over there please.” Kirumi instructed you as she watched some dishes. You let out a hum and a nod as you started placing the spices where their destined place was within the kitchen. After you put the spices in their spot you moved onto the fridge. You refilled the fridge with fruits, vegetables, butter, onions, and more. You then made your way to the freezer and put some frozen meat in there as well.

Your ears perked up when you heard humming. You turned around to see Kirumi humming as she wiped down the counters. “Nice humming.” You said. Kirumi turned to you with a small smile. “Why thank you, Y/n. Do you hum?” Kirumi asks you. You shrugged softly. “Depends.” You said with a chuckle. “I do it because…it keeps me focused on what i’m doing.” Kirumi said. You nodded in acknowledgment.

You two went back to what you were doing and Kirumi couldn’t stop the blush arising to her face. She liked that you had complimented her humming. She was happy that you liked it. She never felt this way before..she never felt so much like this at all.

After you two got finished with what you were doing in the kitchen. She turned to you with a smile on her face. “Would you be obliged if I made you your favorite dessert or meal?” Kirumi asked. Your eyes widened a little bit. But you smiled and nodded. You told her what you wanted and you went to go sit in the dining hall, waiting. You were happy to receive such a award, you felt good helping Kirumi out as well.

You never knew what’s it like being a maid, but you knew how much hardwork it would be. You take knowledge of that. Helping kirumi must be a big help for her due to her always being on her feet and assisting everyone else in the mist of it.

Kirumi came back with a plate of your favorite and you dug in immediately. “Thank you so much Kirumi!” You said happily. “It tastes so good!” Kirumi blushed a little bit at the compliment as she nodded her head. “Why thank you Y/n.” Kirumi said. She sat down some tea next to you so that you could have a drink along with your plate.

“Y/n, I must thank you.” Kirumi said with a smile. “Thank you for helping me in the kitchen today. It was a big help.” Kirumi said. You gave her an approving nod. “Of course! I don’t know how it’s like being a maid but I sure do know how it feels to always be on your feet and attend to others, it’s hard work.” You said. Kirumi nodded in agreement. She knew that it was very much hardwork on her hands and Kirumi almost never had any time to herself. But she didn’t mind it at all, she cared for the people she worked for and served, and she will continue to do so. “It is indeed, but it is my duty, as a maid to serve everyone.” She said. “Your a hardworker Kirumi, I just went to let you know that your doing amazing. You never fails any task that comes your way and I stand by that. But make sure you also try to take care of yourself too, y’know?” You said with a chuckle. You didn’t know, nor that you were aware that your words had a special place in Kirumi’s heart. She felt her heart warm up at your words, she felt like you actually cared. “Yeah, i’ll be sure to do that.”

🌸🩷An act of pure kindness fulfills the heart of someone who deserves it all🌸🩷

🩷Kiibo🩷

Kiibo isn’t really aware of such feelings, due to him being a robot. He still needs to learn about some humanly things. But he definitely realizes that something is up.

When your around, Kiibo can’t help but feel his face getting hotter! He cant help but get so nervous around you. He thought that he was malfunctioning but with the now-known-knowledge from Kaede, he realizes that he’s in love with you! Kaede encouraged Kiibo to invite you to hang out with him some time. Kiibo was a little anxious at first but he was also oddly determined to spend some time with you, just ti get to know you better. You can get to know him better and get closer!

So that’s what Kiibo did, he gained the courage to walk over to you. “Hey Y/n!” Kiibo called out. You turned to him and waved. “Oh, hello there Kiibo. Is there something you need?” You asked. Kiibo tried to keep his face from burning up as he started to speak. “Ah…w-well..I—I was w-wondering if you—you wanted to h-h-hangout..?” Kiibo stammered so much over his words that he felt so embarrassed by it. You giggled at this. “Aww! Of course, I don’t have anything else to do anyway!” You said with a smile. Kiibo was relieved that you said yes, feeling like if you didn’t, he would feel even more embarrassed than before!

He decided you two could talk some more about yourselves. You didn’t mind because you had lots of interesting questions that you wanted to ask Kiibo. Kiibo knew that you weren’t robophobic unlike..someone. He knew that he could trust you, so he allowed you to ask questions and he would try to answer them to the best of his ability.

“So, do you sleep?” You asked with a curious brow raised. Kiibo smiled at you. “Well, I do not need to sleep. However, it is important that I do so to recharge my power cells!” Kiibo anderer. You nodded. Despite being a robot, he pretty much acts like a human and does some humanly functions. Human need to sleep to have energy for the next day, Robots needs energy to recharge, in other words, get energy. 

Kiibo felt the need to ask you a question…and possibly tell you something..something that will..reveal something about himself. He wanted to tell you about how he felt around you and he wanted to know why. He wanted to know a little bit more. He wanted to let you know about these weird feelings and how he had a talk about them with Kaede. Kaede explained it to him, but he wanted you, the one who he loves, hear it from your perspective and what you think of it.

“…Y/n. I have a question.” Kiibo said, looking away. “Of course, ask away!” You said. Kiibo cleared his throat before speaking up. “How do you feel about love?” Kiibo asked. His face was getting redder. You took a moment to think, then you nodded. “I’ll give you my honest answer.” You said with a smile. “I view love as something beautiful. Love is a strong feeling you feel towards another person or thing. It’s something that you adore about that thing. Love can be both beautiful while sometimes it can be hurtful. You have to be ready to experience both.” You said with a smile. Kiibo took in your words and nodded.

“..I think…I think I feel that way with something..” Kiibo said. You hummed. “Like what?” You asked. Kiibo was nervous. He was scared. What would you say to that? “…I think—I love…you…?” Kiibo said quietly. You were shocked for a moment. Kiibo? Loved you? He loves you? You couldn’t believe it! You felt yourself smile, your smile was big and bright as you looked at him with such a loving gaze. “Ohh Kiibo!” You said as you hugged him softly, making him jump. “That’s so sweet of you. Do you mean it in a way where you have feelings for me or in a way where you love me as a friend?” you asked. Kiibo thought for a moment. “…….feelings?” Kiibo said. You squealed as you laughed. “Your so sweet! I love you too!” You exclaimed. Kiibo felt himself blush, but yet he felt…what was that word? Happy? Yeah, he felt happy that you loved him too..he was really happy.

🌸🩷Robots feel love just like everyone else🌸🩷

[isyloveslife]

Chapter 3. I didnt like the composition of the other one so i redrew it :3

[natsuki-bakery]

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is it ok to request a short (danganronpa) caregiver!gundham + little!miu oneshot of gundham taking care of her after she tripped and hurt her knee? ;w;;

Miu Iruma wasn't known for being delicate. In fact, her abrasive personality, loud mouth, and constant tinkering made her seem almost invincible. Yet, in this moment, as she sat on the ground, sniffling with wide and teary eyes. The harsh sting from her scraped knee blurred her usually confident, sharp mind, and she regressed into a more vulnerable state without even realizing it

A shadow loomed over her, followed by a deep voice. "Human injuries are pitiful things... but fear not, for the Dark Lord of Destruction himself will tend to your wound."

Miu blinked, recognizing the figure. Gundham Tanaka, with his dramatic air and mysterious energy, kneeled beside her. His scarf billowed slightly as if it were part of some dark, unseen magic force. The hamsters—his Dark Devas—scurried across his arms, sniffing the air around Miu, sensing her distress

"Ouch..." Miu whimpered, rubbing her eye with the back of her hand as her bottom lip quivered. "It hurts..."

Gundham's eyes softened, though his tone remained grandiose. "Pain is but a fleeting shadow, little one. But do not fret, for I, Gundham Tanaka, Master of the Infernal, shall vanquish it with my sacred knowledge!"

Miu's mind had fully sunk into a more childlike state. She couldn't muster her usual witty, sarcastic comeback. Instead, she nodded, trusting him entirely. Gundham delicately inspected the scrape. His touch, surprisingly gentle, made Miu feel comforted rather than vulnerable

From his coat, he pulled out a small first aid kit. "My wisdom extends to the healing arts," he muttered, removing a cotton pad. As he dabbed her knee with disinfectant, Miu winced and let out a soft cry

"Easy now, mortal. This is a necessary ritual to banish the pain!" His tone, though still dramatic, held a soft undercurrent of reassurance. Miu sniffled again, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her jacket, trusting his words completely. "You're... like a magic healer, papa.." she mumbled, her voice much softer and smaller than usual.

Gundham’s cheeks dusted slightly pink, though he maintained his composure. "Indeed! You are fortunate to be in the presence of one as powerful as I. No harm shall come to you as long as you remain under my watch." He secured a small bandage over her knee, patting it with finality

Once the bandage was in place, he held his hand out to her. "Now rise, child of the stars. The Dark Devas watch over you, and you are safe" . Miu hesitated before reaching up, her smaller, vulnerable self clinging to the warmth in his words. As Gundham helped her to her feet, she didn’t let go of his hand, the contact comforting in a way she couldn't quite explain

"Do... do you think your hamsters could play with me ?" she asked quietly, her cheeks red as she stared at the ground, avoiding eye contact

Gundham tilted his head in thought, then smiled, something rare and genuine. "Very well. The Dark Devas are benevolent creatures and will grant you an audience. But you must treat them with utmost care, for they are ancient spirits of wisdom..."

Miu nodded eagerly, her childish excitement returning. Gundham set down his hamsters, who scurried towards her, sensing her gentle energy. Miu giggled, crouching down to watch them more closely, her pain long forgotten. Gundham watched silently, arms crossed, his usual stoic demeanor unchanged—but deep down, he felt a quiet pride. Though he would never admit it, seeing Miu, so fragile and trusting, happy again after her fall filled him with a sense of purpose.

"Rest easy, little one. For in my presence, no harm shall come to you." His words, whispered to himself, were a silent promise.

If you're in the basic criteria , are DSMP fans, vivziep0p fans , h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl blogs, nsfw/k!nk blogs, anti-agere blogs, or anti Christians/Christianity blogs : just dont interact !

[plutolauvs]

Can you write shuichi with a fem s/o who has abandonment/ attachment issues? Like she gets really attached to someone easily and gets scared that they’re going to hate her and leave her sometime later in the future.

shuichi saihara x fem!reader > oneshot, hurt/comfort > > summary: there’s so many, too many thoughts in her head. next day, she decides to be more clingy to shuichi. she’s flinching and trembling when trying to put her hands on him, so insecure. shuichi steps back, and processes her behavior. > reader is addressed by she/her pronouns

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★ sorry this rlly took a while!! for like, a couple of reasons. anyways i hope u like this!! i forgot you didn't clarify if you wanted a oneshot or not (but thats okay!) so if you want preferences, then ill do it. i might make preferences of this idea even if i'm not requested, but more quicker if it's requested. > ao3 link

heavy blankets on her body, with her hand peeking out; and then her hand on the bed’s empty space; those were the things within her vision, and the things she felt, once her eyes fluttered open.

her fingers moved against the sheets, and held a loose grip onto them. the yearn she felt, and the thoughts that weighed her; were the things she remembered. those were the things present yesterday, and years before yesterday, and will be present today.

after a few minutes of laying on her side, she began positioning herself. she guided herself to sit on the bed, and to rest her hands onto her lap. her head dropped low, immediately taking in the view of fingers making little movement. her eyes were still, not expressing the loud thoughts banging in her head. 

for a few minutes, the silence was the company along with the scorching words and scenarios tying her down. yet a pause to her brain appeared, once her head perked up as the sound of footsteps peeked in. she focused on the door, with an underlying thought slowly creeping in.

will he come?

loose fists were formed, and her lungs held air, giving a heavy weight to her chest. 

the air once captured finally waved through her parted lips. 

he’s gone.

so there she went, dragging her body to chase after him again. one step, two step, many steps to the bathroom was the first step to her journey. her hands reached for this, this, and that. her eyes looked here, to there, and over there. the mirror held the dazed look in her eyes, and the stiff movements she made to doll herself up. 

the process was quick, to hurry herself to where she figured he’d be. silently, she observed him as she walked towards the kitchen.

with his body bent, he scanned the contents in the refrigerator. while the sounds of her footsteps became louder, his focus slowly traveled towards the woman searching for him. 

“you’re… here early,” she mentioned, finally stopping her movement in the kitchen. she watched as shuichi paused his search, in order to stand up and turn around, for his body to face hers.

“i was watching a show,” his head tilted up, and his eyes looked into her own for a brief moment. the slight smile faltered before he continued, “since i couldn’t go back to sleep.”

she tilted her head, as her lips were shaped straight. blinking while the vision of his familiar, yet observing face, was present once he looked at her. his breath hitched for a few seconds, as he inhaled.

“i guess i just had a lot of thoughts in my head...” shuichi breathed out, before his eyes steered away from her confused expression.

her arms moved behind her, then her fingers played with her other ones. deep within her stomach came something brewing in, while her heart felt low. “oh, i interrupted you,” she spoke out, attempting to remove any emotion from her words, as her lips lowered.

“it’s nothing, really.” 

“so…” he continued, slowly guiding his eyes to the floor, “i didn’t find anything i want. i’ll just go out a-,”

“w-wait!” after she blurted, her hands briskly clenched his shoulders. in a quick pace, his eyes went to the woman’s close face. his body lightly jumped as tension invaded through his limbs, resulting in fists that formed for a few moments. all while her eyes squinted from a smile that slowly turned wider, going along with her slightly widened eyes. “i’ll make you something!” her tone picked up, forcing an eager tone into his ears as he felt the trembles of her gripping hands.

shuichi gathered himself, and in result, the tension flowed away. with ease, his hands went on top of hers, for his fingers to caress hers, before gently guiding her hands to hang besides her own body. “a-ah! that’s not necessary,” a light smile appeared on his features, after his honest words were spoken his soft tone.

despite his sentence being voiced with care, it broke her smile, and proceeded to weigh down her features. “but i like…” she started low before her head hung low, as the air she forced into her chest creeped into her words, “helping you…” the continuation fainted into the atmosphere that gotten heavy once her thoughts hovered over her shivering body.

she stopped, trying to restrict herself from becoming too forceful. silently, her head lifted up, with a full smile painted on her face. 

yet it just kept breaking.

there were so many thoughts running through her head; the words just wouldn’t stop coming and she tried to bury it all down with a smile and a clinging hand onto his wrist.

“i just… don’t want you to go…” the smile was ditched, now placed with the frown she could no longer hide, and so she dared to slip out the overwhelming storm dragging her deeper, “please,” a crack to her voice was present through the higher pitch of her plea.

his wide eyes finally blinked, taking in the switch of her behavior. there were more to her pleas. the gloss covered her eyes; the stare barely hid the emotions that were now spilled out, over and over again for every tremble that he felt on his skin. then his focus went to the gripping hand on his wrist, chaining him to the kitchen’s floors.

the build up of desperation bursted out; seen to her lover’s eyes, yet again. 

“...i’m not going anywhere.” 

shuichi stated. without a stutter; without any falters, and by choice, without any price.

once she broke the chains she implemented, he moved his body closer to hers. 

warm air was shared between the two bodies that became close from shuichi’s embrace.

first were tears dripping through widened eyes, then harsh gasps that couldn’t be contained against his figure. 

then a hand to her back, moving gently to bring ease to her shaking body.

“i love you so much.”

she held in a gasp, as she didn’t dare hesitate to look at him. shuichi’s inner eyebrows lifted up, while a smile expressed the mixture of sad and sweet emotions accompanying him. his hand went to her face; his thumb was placed on her warm skin, moving softly, as an attempt to swipe hot tears from her cheeks. and though her tears kept overflowing with quick speed, he appreciated the stare she gave; taking notice of the care he gave, and in return, giving eyes that were heavy from the love she felt.

if only air wasn’t being forced in and out, for the repetitive pressure of her chest to be present; and if only she had the strength to keep her from drowning; she would’ve told him she loved him by words.

i might make an alternative version where y/n is addressed with they/them pronouns. not sure. anywayssss, requests r open :3

[akechiguro]

to see you again.

oneshot | shuichi saihara x kokichi ouma

alternate universe - postgame, simulation

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Synopsis | Shuichi Saihara and Kokichi Ouma meet again after the events of the 53rd season of Danganronpa.

Word Count | 3.0k.

Author’s Note | i don’t usually write in first person so this is a change of speed ^^ this is also from january so it’s pretty old, i feel bad for not posting :,D

also posted on ao3! (with minor changes)

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I still remember our last conversation. It rings like a fucking melody in my ears every time I go to sleep and I hate it. Every time the ear worm starts replaying in my head, it makes me forget about her, she’s the reason I even put myself out there and yet I find myself thinking about his and I’s last conversation rather than hers and mine.

“But, y’know…I…wasn’t boring, right?”

He wasn’t. He never was. He kept me on my feet like a real detective and pushed my limits so far over the edge I was sure I’d come crashing down at some point, but I didn’t. In a way, he saved me from doing that— or did she? Both of them? It doesn’t matter. One way or the other, I’m a better man because of them. Better, sure, but whipped out of my damn mind because of that little scumbag who preferred to play the devil’s advocate in serious situations rather than actually being of some real use.

I thought— no— I knew he died. Investigated his own death with my own eyes, forced another one of my best friends to his execution because of it, and found myself becoming a sobbing mess all over again. Not just for him, but her as well, even if she was some number of months between the two cases. I wasted too much of my time crying over someone I swore up and down I hated. Was it for nothing?

It had to have been. He’s sitting right in front of me right now.

There’s an awkward silence to the room, an unresolved tension lingering in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. His hair is still the same shade of purple, if not a bit darker, maybe a little longer, and he looks taller since we last talked. Ironic. The outfit is near unrecognizable— the strangest feeling of deja vu, and yet, neither of us can remember where we’d seen each other in these clothes.

“So,” he started, taking the liberty of starting our conversation. God knows I can’t. Not after everything I’ve seen, argued for, cried over. He leaned his head against his hand with that certain admiration in his eye I could never quite figure out during the game. I’m glad he’s casual. It helped me calm down a little bit.

“So?” I retort shakily. My hands are trembling, fiddling with the hem of my school uniform’s jacket. I know I said Kaede helped me grow as a person, be more confident, but for some reason I can’t meet his eye.

“How’d you do? You know, after I was gone?” He asked. His tone is more…calm? It’s different from the game’s, whatever persona he took on. He doesn’t seem like a malicious person anymore. Or at least, not acting like he is. But he doesn’t seem totally different, either.

“What do you mean?” I mumbled, and I felt like an idiot. You know what he meant. How’d we figure out it was Kaito, who survived and how we did it, stuff like that. I clenched my teeth and averted my gaze to a wall— plain white with a bit of grime. Well, can’t expect every room in this facility to be squeaky clean.

Kokichi laughed, softly, a strange unfamiliarity striking right through my ears. It’s nothing like how it was in the game. It’s intriguing. “You know what I mean! How did you figure out my plan and all that? Who was the mastermind you and Kaede tried so hard to uncover? I want all the details!”

I blinked. “Oh, uh— right. Well, it took, uh…a lot of probing, I guess, to figure out it was Kaito in the exisal and not you,” I started, gazing off in a random direction to gather my thoughts. “I…well, neither Maki or I could really handle the aftermath of that. For two different reasons, I think,” I chuckled nervously, and this caught his attention.

“Two different reasons? Maki was affected? I didn’t think she cared about anybody!” He laughed again and my heart started beating faster. Why did I have to catch feelings for someone who purposefully made themself out to be a bad person in a game of life and death?

“Yeah, believe it or not,” I smiled, catching his eyes for no longer than a second before deciding the painting behind him was a lot more interesting. Some sort of wave, I think the picture was. “She had a crush on him I guess, ended up threatening Monokuma and all that. Kaito didn’t actually die in his execution, either, it was his sickness that ended up killing him. Had he not had it…” I trailed off, feeling my features soften, “…he would’ve survived with the rest of us. Maki, Himiko, and I.”

“Woah, woah. Slow down,” Kokichi grinned. “Himiko survived with you but not Kiibo? What, did he kill Tsumugi or something? And an execution failed?”

“Yep. His execution failed and that, uh…really pissed off Monokuma,” I smiled. Enough time has passed where names don’t make me flinch anymore, they don’t send my lunch up my throat like they used to. “…You’re not far off from your theory about Kiibo, though. I guess Miu installed lasers and stuff inside of him and he ended up destroying the End Wall so we could escape. The final trial was a redo of the first one, and we figured out Kaede’s plan…”

No. You swore you wouldn’t cry to him when you found out this opportunity was something that could happen. Stay strong.

“…Kaede’s plan failed. Her shot put ball missed,” I explained, voice shaking with each new word. “It was Tsumugi who actually killed him, and who ended up being the mastermind. It…it wasn’t an easy trial,” I laughed bitterly, staring down at the table. I know Kaede is still alive. I know it was a simulation. But that means Tsumugi also lives; the one who orchestrated all of their deaths, left a far deeper cut in my core than any murder attempt ever could, is still walking and breathing. Something about that made it worse.

Kokichi fell back in his chair with a look of shock. “Dang. So how did her and Kiibo end up dead while you, Maki, and Himiko didn’t? Wouldn’t Kiibo’s lasers have killed you, too?”

“Nope. He destroyed the Ultimate Academy while breaking the End Wall, and a piece of rubble ended up falling on Tsumugi. Kiibo, he…he made sure we were safe and protected before self-destructing.”

“So a robot did have some humanity after all,” Kokichi giggled, crossing his arms on the table and letting his head follow. He still looked just as childish as he did in the simulation, yet there was more of a sense of…maturity, maybe? Was that the word? I don’t know. When it comes to him, it feels like no words even come close to describing him.

There’s awkward tension in the air again. There’s so much I wanna tell him and yet none of it is coming out. So much I wanna ask; why put on such an…interesting front? Why sacrifice himself the way he did, especially with the show he’d put on just before his death? Was everything he’d told me about hating me true?

I can’t get anything to come out. I’m just staring at him like an idiot, or maybe admiring, I can’t really tell, myself. I think he notices, too, because he seems totally comfortable in the silence. At least he seems like he does. If I’m not in tune with my own emotions, then I don’t think I ever will be with Kokichi’s, even outside of the game.

“You’re still insecure, aren’t you?” He asks suddenly.

I blinked. “What?”

“I can see it in your eyes, y’know. I may not have the same confidence I did in the game, but I can still read you like a book, Shuichi,” he smiled, something soft in his gaze while he stared at me. Maybe even sincerity. I fully believe him, too. Even the tone of his voice is softer, meeker, and his eyes don’t hold the same mischief and judgment they used to. Is this the real him? What he truly feels? No, not that— he’s not done anything out of emotion. He’s just…talking. And yet somehow my assumption seems correct. “I thought you got over your emo phase,”

I want to counter that. But he’s right. I guess I don’t really have the same confidence I had in Danganronpa, either. “I, uh…I thought I did, at least. Why bring that up?”

“I dunno. You look like you wanna say something.”

“Oh,” I breathed, mentally beating myself up. At the very least I thought I was better at speaking my mind. Well- this meeting should’ve made it obvious to myself that I’m not. “I guess I’m kind of just wondering…how to word this…why? Why were you the way you were? You seem so…” I trailed off, not letting myself finish that. That’s not the only thing I want to ask. Not why I contacted Danganronpa asking for this meeting. But it’s all I can get out right now.

He laughed. “You’re not the first to ask, y’know? I thought my favorite might be more original, but you’re asking such a boring question.”

So others got to him before I did…somehow that’s not surprising. “You’re surprised? I thought you could read me like a book,” I smirked, “I thought you of all people should know why I’m the most interested,”

“Fine, you’re right,” He smiled, adjusting so his cheek laid against a fist. “Welp! I don’t have a good answer to that. I wanted to be the antagonist. Nagito was my favorite in all 52 seasons I saw before applying to Danganronpa,” He laughed.

“Is that…it?” I asked, mentally cringing. That came out rude.

“Yep.”

“I don’t…really believe you,”

He barked out a laugh. It’s the most familiar thing he’s done this whole time. “Wow! A whole couple months after we last talked and you still don’t fully trust me?” He’s weirdly amused, I noticed. Was his in-game personality the real thing? No— somehow this feels like an act.

I shook my head quickly, flustered. “No, no! It’s not that! It’s just, well- it’s not just your attitude I was referring to. You seemed to have it out for me specifically. And Kaito and Miu, I guess, though I can probably assume for them…”

He hums, leaning back in his chair. His arms rested comfortably behind his head, the darkness of his uniform making his hair pop to a lighter purple than it actually is. “Yeah, those two are idiots. I’m surprised Kaito lasted so long,” he giggled quietly to himself, “but as for you…I don’t really wanna tell you that.”

“Huh?” Now that actually surprised me.

“I didn’t hate you or anything if that’s the answer you’re after,” he continued, averting his gaze elsewhere, “but the exact reason..eh,”

I can’t complain, that is the answer I was after. But now I’m just more curious. “Is there a, uh…a reason you can’t tell me the reason?”

Kokichi shrugged. “Nope! Maybe I’m lying though, huh?” He smiled. That itself was a lie. I could tell, somehow.

Another moment of awkward silence.

“Well, what did you think of me?” He asked, adjusting his position back to resting his head on his arms again. Could he always not sit still for this long? Or had I just never noticed in the game?

“Do you not know?” I asked, cautiously. “I…I told you that you’ll always be alone. I- I don’t mean it now, in fact I wanted to apologize for that-“

“Don’t worry about it, Shumai,” He laughed. “It was easy to hate me in the game, y’know? I hated myself!”

“Er…” I glanced down, picking at my nail beds.

“Oh, not to traumadump or whatever the word is,” Kokichi shook his head quickly, “I already knew, actually. I just wanted to hear it come from your own mouth.”

“But I still want to apologize! That was- that was rude of me. What you did was horrible, but it was still uncalled for on my part.” Plenty of people had murdered in the game. Too many, far too many. Was I justified to say that to someone who, more or less, did what he did in self defense?

“But is that all you felt about me?” Kokichi asked, the same cautious tone I’d used earlier. Like he’d said it accidentally, almost.

It kinda shocked me, to hear him ask that. He’s right. That’s not all. It’s the safe answer, the one I’d assumed everyone else had told him. But should I even admit to that other feeling? The one still eating at me, the one I can’t get out of my head no matter how hard I try? He can’t feel the same. Not him.

I took a second to think of a response, holding unsteady eye contact. It was Kokichi who’s eyes darted away momentarily, only to return with the same hesitation. “…No. It’s..it’s not.”

Why not come clean? What are the chances I ever see him again after this? We both will become just another face in the crowd, going about our school lives as though we hadn’t gone through someone so horribly traumatic.

I don’t think Kokichi was expecting my response. His eyes widened slightly, the micro movements of his mouth and eyebrows revealing to me a sort of surprise. I know I’m not a detective anymore, but I’m still attentive. He definitely wasn’t expecting it.

He licked his lips, ever so slightly. They’d gone dry. “What’s that other feeling, then?” He leaned forward, slightly, his eyes falling somewhere else. Lower to my face. The tension’s changed.

My breath caught in my throat, mimicking his actions. “I’m…sure you can guess.” I mumbled, meeting his eyes again. I feel like I’m running a fever, I feel lightheaded, this is a horrible idea…I shouldn’t have said that, I should’ve lied, I should’ve…

…His hand sliding gently over mine, his body to lean further across the table… Should I?

What other chance would I get?

I stood, cupping his face gently and closing the distance. His skin is just as smooth as I remember it being, so strangely soft, yet I can still feel the bones in his cheeks. He’s thin, sure, but it doesn’t seem too unhealthy. His lips are chapped, dry, almost uncomfortable. He chews at his lips, a nervous habit. It’s more endearing than I should think of it being.

He’s quick to kiss back. He tugged at my uniform’s collar, almost needily- hungrily?- like he’d been waiting for this. None of this explains anything that happened in the game. I think it just raises more questions, if anything. But my mind’s too fogged and my face is too hot to think of anything else but our proximity.

It’s only when he starts to fidget with the buttons on my jacket that I pull away, and I can think of absolutely nothing except how much I’m going to regret that. Not because I don’t like Kokichi, honestly, it’s the opposite. I refused it for so long that I think I’m actually in love with him. But I thought it earlier; what are the chances I’m going to see him again after this? I don’t think I can handle a long distance relationship, but I don’t think I’m ever going to get over him. No, no, I don’t think, I know I’m never gonna get over him.

He looked nervous, hand lingering on my clothes for a moment longer before he brought them to his chest nervously. He looked so out of character from what I remembered of him in the game…that Kokichi would probably keep going. This one looks like he’s on the brink of tears. “Pausing for air, or..?” He asked, trying to laugh it off.

I shook my head. “We can’t do this, Kokichi.”

“Why not? You kissed me!” He’s getting defensive. I should’ve seen this coming.

“I know! I know, that was…my mistake. It’s not that I don’t want this,” I started, grabbing his hand and slinking my fingers through his, “I…I’ve been denying how much I’ve wanted to do that for entirely too long. But it’s…I don’t know where you live. We don’t go to the same school, hell, we might not even live in the same part of Japan. I don’t…want to commit to something I can’t maintain.”

He looks defeated, for far longer than I would’ve liked. I feel horrible. But quickly perks up. “Well, where do you live?”

“Huh?”

“You can’t just kiss me and then go on this whole rant about why we can’t be together and then expect me not to ask where you live!” He smiled. “Where you from?”

“Oh.” I take a second to think. Are we even allowed to tell each other that? Fuck, of course we are- why wouldn’t we be? “Uh, Okinawa. I wear…probably too many layers for how warm it is compared to the rest of Japan,”

He smiled. A lot brighter than I would’ve imagined. “And you’re not lying?”

“No! Why would I?”

“I’m from there, too! No way that’s a coincidence!” He giggled like a child, freeing his hand to wrap them around mine. “I don’t live with my parents, they’re from Aichi. Just my older brother. But it’s crazy lucky I do, right?”

I stood there, dumbfounded. I was worrying for nothing? “So…so that means—“

“If you break my heart, Shumai, DICE is a real organization. They’ll kick your ass!” He laughed, dropping my hands to grab me in a hug. It’s so unfamiliar. In game Kokichi…no, I need to stop thinking about him.

“Y-yeah..! Yeah, I’m sure Kaede or Kaito will have your head in seconds if you, uh..break mine, too.” I laughed, awkwardly returning the action.

I still don’t know a lot about Kokichi. I don’t know about his family or how his school is or even if this version of him is the real one. There’s still so much I need to learn about him, that he needs to learn about me, but somehow, I know it’s going to be easier with us. I don’t think I’ll ever forget our last conversation as characters in a television show. The game, I think, forever changed who we are as people. But it’ll work out. We’ll be okay.

We’re gonna be great.

[bonxichi]

Maki Harukawa X Elon Musk [JOKEJOKEJOKE]

Before we start the video, I want to give a shout out to Raid Shadow Legends for sponsoring a segment of this video. ...Also yes hi I do oneshots too. It was a cold summer day, Maki was on her phone looking at her boyfriend's twitter-... X account. His posting was so... Ugly, yet endearing. Maki couldn't help but turn flush red and be super out of character levels in love with him. He was also rich so she could have a lot of money if she killed him and inherited his stuff. "He's so ugly why are you writing this," Maki whispered, admiring Musky Wusky's latest post. "Iseiur48ru48jdhd" read Elon Musk's latest post, clearly it was a cryptic message meaning "I love cutie assassians with trauma!!" And so then the Molgolian empire came up to Maki and said, "When you eat a sandwhich it tastes like the ingredients because um the ingredients with the bread make it taste like the bread but you also have the ingredients and the bread is made of 3 wheats in minecraft so the wheat-" Maki cut them off, "Do you want to die?" "No bbg mb" They pleaded. Either way Maki killed them, slicing them with her knife. She skinned each and everyone, planning to sell their skin for extra money because she didn't get paid enough at her part time job as a demi-malewife, demi-girlboss, overall walmart employee. Once she got home safe and sound, she opened up her phone and began taking pictures of the skin. It was still bloody.. but maybe that made it more expensive? Whatever.. It's exclusive skin anyways. It should cost more since it came from people who were in the Molgolian empire. Maki posted the skin, overpriced, yes, but she posted the skin on ebay. Within an hour, Elon Musk bought all the skin and Maki gasped. "Musky Wusky...?" She spoke in awe against her will as I write her of of character for my own entertainment. Building up the courage, Maki prepared herself to give the skin to elon musk. "H-Hey Elon Musk..." She tried to be formal as she cursed me under her breath for writing this. "Hand over the goods." Elon musk demanded in a twitter X esk voice. Low and babygirl. Maki adverted her eyes, "I have the skin..." She handed the skin over to Elon Musk, then stabbed him. "I would never fall for Elon Musk." Wait Maki you're going off script. "There is no script, you've been puppeteering m-" GET GUMMIGOO'D UM ANYWAYS SHOW IS OVER GO HOME HAHA.

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come undone.

featuring. tsumugi shirogane/reader

synopsis. tsumugi gets creative for your christmas present

word count. 775

content. gender-neutral reader, fluff, christmas, mugi being a nerd, established relationship

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Tsumugi likes to knit.

She has anxious hands, your girlfriend. They must always be occupied with something, or else she will start to pick at herself. Nails and lips and skin. She fiddles with stray threads, winding trails of yarn around the tips of her fingers 'till they go swollen and red. So for her birthday, you bought her some wool, and some needles, and a little paper booklet of patterns.

She's gone a little wild with them, actually. What started as a hobby for finicky hands has turned into a full-time obsession. Your apartment is crammed with sewing kits, rounds of yarn and cotton and wool, and she spends most of her free time curled up like a cat, knitting 'till she gets dents on her fingers. It certainly hadn't helped with her love for cosplay, either—in fact, gifting her the means to make her own higher-quality costumes meant that you had several racks of outfits scattered about the place.

Not that you mind, of course. It's sweet, that she's so involved in her interests. You're nothing if not supportive.

As winter arrives with a languidity that makes it feel as though it's lasted for decades already, Tsumugi turns her attention more to practicalities. First come mittens in your favourite colour, adorned with cute white flowers. Next, hats, and scarves, and thick socks. You watch her out of the corner of your eye, bundled up in Genshin-themed pyjamas and homemade socks, eyes furrowed in concentration behind her glasses as her needles clack.

You think she's planning something for Christmas; Tsumugi often makes a habit of checking your measurements for when she wants to craft matching cosplays for the both of you, but she's been doing it a little more frequently this month. She's also taken to doing a lot of her work in the bedroom rather than the living room, and hurriedly tossing it aside when you enter. You have to bite back a smile every time.

Still, you don't have to wait for too long. The day itself comes sooner than you're expecting, and you start it with pancakes and tea wrapped in blankets on your shared couch. The curtains are pulled open slightly, hailing the sprawling city below and a flurry of fresh snowfall and watery grey light. Tsumugi has her long, dark hair twisted back into two intricate twin braids on the back of her head, leaving her face open and pale and lovely.

You can't resist warming it with a kiss or two on her cheek, giving a pink tint to pale skin. She squirms and giggles under your advances, halfheartedly pushing you off—but when she finally pulls back and hides her face in her mug, you can see the tips of her ears burning red.

Finally, she reaches under the tree and hands you a package. It's a soft, heavy weight in your hands, wrapped in dark blue paper and tied with a white bow. Tsumugi perks up excitedly as you begin to unwrap it, carefully making sure not to tear the paper—you know she likes to reuse it. As it unfolds, your fingers brush soft, knitted wool, and you grin.

It's a sweater. Navy blue, dotted with white stars, and spelled out in slightly wobbly letters across the front: I GOT MY GIRLFRIEND INTO KNITTING AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY SWEATER.

Tsumugi squeals when you burst into peals of laughter. "What?" she cries. "What is it? Do you like it? Do you hate it? What?!"

"I love it, idiot," you gasp between hacking mirth, taking a moment to grasp her face between your hands. "For the love of... okay, help me get it on!"

She squeals again when you strip your shirt off, but this time she quickly snaps back into action. Carefully, as though the thing were made of glass, she helps you slide the sweater down over your head, threads your arms through the sleeves. It settles over you, enveloping you in a soft, warm exhalation, drooping around your wrists, fitting perfectly to every dip, curve, and swell. You can feel the soft brush of Tsumugi's hands as they adjust and tug.

Slowly, tentatively, the brush of her lips on the nape of your neck. And you're warm all over, and it has little to do with the sweater.

"I love it," you say again, quieter this time. Tsumugi beams, tears making her dark eyes look starry, and slips her hands beneath the sweater to rest on the skin of your stomach. "I love you."

"Mmm," she murmurs, happily nesting her face into the crook of your neck. "I love you, too. Merry Christmas."

[frickingnerd]

look me in the eyes

pairing: rantaro amami x gn!reader

summary: you should've never let rantaro know you were in love with him, because now that he knows, he'll never let you go again...

tags: best friends older brother!rantaro, forbidden relationship, kissing, rantaro teasing reader, mutual crushes

rantaro was persistent. he didn't give up that easily. you should've never told him you were in love with him in the first place. because now that he knew how you felt about him, he wasn't going to let you go! 

"look me in the eyes and tell me you feel nothing for me!"

your best friend's brother stood in front of you, gently lifting your chin to make you look at him. you could already feel the butterflies in your stomach going crazy as he smiled down at you. how could you ever lie convincingly if he looked so handsome? 

"i… i don't feel anything for you"

you barely got those words out. rantaro didn't seem very convinced, but he remained calm and smiled at you as he leaned down. his face stopped right in front of yours, giving you a moment to realize what he would do next, before he pressed a kiss onto your lips. 

"how about now? still not feeling anything, darling?"

[love-me-purple]

Mermaid!Kokichi x Shuichi

CW: None!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey anon! Sorry your ask got deleted, here's the oneshot!

Shuichi felt the splash of waves hit his face as he was pulled into the water. Once sitting on the edge of the dock talking, now swimming up back to the surface after the cold splash brought him awake. It was late at night, probably anywhere near 11 by now, he was drifting off to sleep. But he would surely be awake after this.

After swimming to the surface (and getting a few more breaths in) he blinked his eyes a few times to get the water out, and to focus on the purple being swimming up in front of him.

“Ouma…. I swear….” Said the tired male with annoyance in his voice. The boy in front of him giggled, “Oh but saihara-Chan… I couldn’t let you go to bed now! You still have to go back to your apartment~”

The blue haired boy sighed, “Did you really have to get me all wet?” The mermaid just giggled again, his laughter filling the nighttime silence which brought forth some smile onto Shuichi’s face. It was always quiet when they talked, as Shuichi was always busy with detective work during the day and Kokichi would be wherever. How did they first meet again?

That’s right, every night Shuichi would go to the beach after work to relax from all the stress he was carrying. He’d sit on the docks and just listen. But it was bothersome, nothing to listen to in the silence.

Yet one day a certain mermaid swam up to the top laughing, unaware of the other’s presence. And when they locked eyes? It was so weird, yet a fuzzy feeling. The mermaid swam back down into the water leaving the latter sitting there in a state of confusion, but love. It was comforting, even only for a second, for the silence to be filled with something other than wind.

Every night Shuichi would go to the docks, and every other night the same mermaid from before would swim to the top. They would just sit there in each other’s presence until the purple haired boy left. It’s funny Shuichi never figured out it was a mermaid and not just some boy swimming in the water late at night, because he never realized until he fell into it.

The cold water knocking him out, and slowly waking up drenched on the beach. The boy from before leaning over him to make sure he was okay. And once he was surely awake? He dove back into the water leaving Saihara alone once again.

A few days passed, Shuichi grew lonelier. The fellow from before never came to the surface anymore, perhaps Shuichi scared him off? Perhaps he grew uninterested? He still remembered that night, him hitting the cold water and it splashing his face. He would never forget waking up that day. And although he may never see the boy again, it wouldn’t hurt to go in the water.

So he jumped in, sat underwater for a moment, looking around. Don’t know what he expected, there was nothing. It was dark, and splashing of the water was loud.

It wasn’t quiet, but it was lonely. Well, not for long. Because it wasn’t lonely after a familiar face swam up to the other.

And that was the day they truly, met. And now they talk every day, at the same time, every night.

One talking their “busy” day off, and the other sitting and listening.

Of course, with the occasion giggle.

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Sorry it’s so short! I hope you enjoy regardless~ 💜

[mintbubbletea606]

Touch (Angie Yonaga x Reader)

Requested by: @lmaoilovefluff

“I wonder where (Y/n) could be…?” Angie thought aloud as she set her paints down and looked back at her half-finished canvas. “I haven’t seen them in a while…”

With that, she started to move around the small apartment that the two of you resided in. She finally tracked you down in your shared bedroom and found you curled up on the bed.

“Aww, you’re so cute!” Angie exclaimed, moving forward to stroke your cheek affectionately.

“If your fingers are covered in paint like last time-” you started, your eyes opening and mouth twisting into a teasing grin.

“The paint is dried this time. Can I cuddle?” Angie asked, smiling as soon as you nodded. She moved to spoon you, wrapping you into her arms. “Do you want to know something?”

“What?” you answered, eyes flicking over to look at your girlfriend. Her face lit up with a smile before leaning down to peck your face.

“Atua has truly blessed me! I couldn’t ask for a better partner~” the artist replied as she moved to hug you tighter to her. “Every moment that I have with you is pure joy…”

“I feel the same way, Angie…” you murmured as she giggled softly, moving to cup your cheeks. “You’re the best girlfriend. Plus, you’re so pretty and talented.”

The artist moved to press a sweet kiss to your lips, her bangs tickling your face. Small giggles left you as Angie settled her face into the crook of your neck. The two of you soon drifted off to sleep, nestled in each other’s arms.

[cha1cedony]

I have so much I could write 😦 I’m so free now… What should I do………. I really should NOT start another separate/unrelated longfic (my teachers AU) BUT. but. I want to