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[yuwuta]

childhood friends to lovers with yuuji is like he’s five and he catches frogs in the lake near his house on weekends fishing w his grandpa and brings them to you like a courting gift (and gets sad when his grandpa tells him he’s got to let them go again, but yuuji promises to catch even more for you next weekend). he’s six and learns he likes to cook and starts making snacks for you and always sits next to you at lunch to give them to you. he’s seven and very definitive that you’re his best friend in the whole world and he doesn’t leave your side during class or lunch or recess or ever. he’s eight and you’re much better at reading than him, but he’s not jealous or upset because that means sometimes you read the harder books to/with him and he learns he loves hearing your voice when you read out loud. he’s nine when he learns he’s got an older brother and even tho he takes to choso quickly, he doesn’t really trust him until you meet choso and declare that you think he’s cool. he’s ten and that summer you go away to sleep away camp for the first time and yuuji cries the first night you’re gone, but choso helps him write and mail letters to you while you’re away, and every weekend yuuji is up 8am to greet the mailman and receive his letter back from you.

he’s eleven when you both start middle school and it’s the first time you both aren’t in the same homeroom, but that doesn’t stop yuuji—he’s sitting by your desk before you even get to school, he’s outside of your classroom before lunch, walks to your classroom after lunch, the first face you see. he’s twelve the first time he realizes that you’re pretty—you’ve always been pretty, but this is different; you’re pretty like sunlight, pretty like his favorite meal, pretty like feeling of coming home. you’re thirteen the first time you get a love letter on valentine’s day, but it’s not from yuuji—it’s another boy in your homeroom that yuuji doesn’t like very much and he never knew why until that day.

once he learns he likes to cook, he starts making snacks for you and gives them to you at lunch and it escalates into packing you bentos almost every day when you two start high school. he’s sixteen when prom rolls around and he’s rocking on his heels asking you to go with him—“as friends, you know haha. if you want, since you’re not going with anybody else and—well megumi and nobara are doing the same thing so i thought? maybe it would work for us, too?”—and when you say yes he tries to play it cool but he jumps and clicks his heels on his way to run and tell megumi about it (and then choso takes approximately 400 pictures of you and yuuji before you two head off to the dance).

it’s not until he’s twenty and a junior in college, and you’ve caught your first sort of serious boyfriend cheating that yuuji finally says something. he always says he wishes it was more romantic, but even now at twenty-six as you watch yuuji laugh with everyone at your rehearsal dinner, and look the collage of pictures choso has proudly displayed, you can’t help but think that it was the perfect confession—that everything about yuuji has always been perfect and that you’re beyond lucky to have him. and when yuuji catches your eye across the table, he smiles all dopey again like he’s five and just caught that frog for you for the first time and you’ve become the center of his world all over again.

[keithan-p]

Reprise

Things you need to know

A fanfic

Oc X canon

Hatsume belongs to @somerandomdanganronpaartist

Mafuyu belongs to @keithanlovesmilk

This is the story where the killing game was over and everyone is still alive

In a world where the killing game never happened, wouldn't that be great ?

Huh, I never thought of that, since there won't be any despair living a peaceful life.

There will be SOME despair , on little things though.

They're all strong kids, I'm sure those little despair wouldn't do any harm to them.

...

"Ugh.."

Stroking his head,he tries to get up on wherever he is right now. Ow... Think I had a headache , he thought.

He stood on where he was and looked around , nothing suspicious,just a room with simple room furnitures.

Not knowing anything, he tries to remember what happened before and just when he remembered it, he panicked

"I was dead... Cause I committed suicide.. in the killing game!"

He remembered that he participated a killing game before,and committed suicide to end that damn killing game... But where is he now?

Suddenly， a ray of light came in through the window. He looked over to the window, seeing the sun shines so brightly. Since how long did he feel that peaceful?

The glass on the window reflects his figure, blonde hair with a fisherman's alike-hat , red coloured eyes , he is currently wearing jean overalls with a rainbow shirt inside.

His name is Mafuyu Fujisaki, a normal teenager , well not until the killing game happened.

This..isn't what i was wearing during the killing game, he thought. This whole situation is just pure weird, he had too check around.

He opened the door from the room, and saw.. a living room? There is two sofas and a big glass table on the middle of the room, there's a carpet under the table and sofa which is in colour white.

There is even a big and wide window ,nearly placed till the whole wall. You can see a lot of sceneries through that window.

The world right now is as normal as before, it doesn't look like any of the world's worst despair case ever happened.

The living room can lead to five rooms, the one Mafuyu went out is also included. I wonder what does all of these mean?

"Ugh.. my head hurts-"

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the empty living room, Mafuyu looked around and saw a familiar figure showing up.

A purple coloured hair with low twintails , wearing a hoodie with black leggings and jean shorts on top of the leggings.

"H-hatsume?"

Mafuyu stuttered with a surprising tone, running towards her. Relievingly held both her hands.

Hatsume was confused at first , but in the next moment she recognised this fella, it's Mafuyu!

Her mind is full of Mafuyu's dead look and all the trials she've been through. Unknowingly， she hugged mafuyu and cried. Hatsume never cried during all those trials Mafuyu thought, so her sudden action made him panicked a little.

He understands why she cried though, they were best buddies during the killing game, but he committed suicide without telling her anything, she must've be so sad when they found his body.

Mafuyu hugged Hatsume back and cried as well, both of them never said anything, no grunting, no complaining... They're just expressing all those sadness out.

After some time, they stopped crying and let each other out of the hug. With an awkward smile, Mafuyu stroked the back of his head feeling quite embarrassed.

Hatsume then lightly punched his chest and stated that there's nothing to be embarrassed of, since they're friends right?

With a warm smile , Mafuyu nodded. Then he asked her that did she also woke up on a room . Hatsume nodded and bring Mafuyu to the room she woke up from.

The structure is almost the same as his room, but the colour scheme is more on the purple side.

"Ehh? Where the fvk am I ?"

That voice ...! Hatsume once heard that voice , she quickly ran out of the room and looked around, a pink haired girl with a very frustrated face appeared on the living room.

Without any hesitation, Hatsume ran towards her and hugged her tightly , calling her name with the widest smile hatsume had.

"MIU!!!"

Miu got surprised and look at the figure hugging her tightly, She unconsciously patted her head, then she remembered, in the killing game, whenever Hatsume feel down she'll hug her for companion , then she would pat her head, just like what she was doing just now.

Miu stroked Hatsume's head with a gentle smile while waving to Mafuyu too. Mafuyu let out a smile while waving to her too.

"so y'all bastards also woke up at this place huh.. don't know what these all means"

"there's something Im not sure... There's five rooms and one of them is a bathroom. So that means there is one more person's gonna appear on the last room!"

Mafuyu stated as he points at the last room, the three of them then walked into the room cautiously, and saw...

"Kiibo?!"

Mafuyu called as he runs to the white haired green shirt boy.

seem like the boy heard the voice he had been waiting for for a long time，he turned his head around and saw Mafuyu's expression, it's full of relief.

KIIBO remembered, they were both partners during the killing game, and Kiibo is the only person who Mafuyu told about him committing suicide. They both promised to each other, that they had to meet each other the next life. Maybe he doesn't know,but Kiibo himself has a crush on this cheerful little Mafuyu.

So when he saw the person they promised to meet in the next life, he sheds a tear while they both stare at each other.

With a push from Miu, Mafuyu fell into kiibo's arms and they both looked at each other then started crying.

Maybe Miu also couldn't bear her feelings after all she've been through, she hugs Hatsume that was beside her while hatsume just pats her back.

When I finally got to see you again, when I finally got to talk to you again, when I finally got to spend my life with you again.

"I promise, I will never leave you alone again"

[samuelcreek-blog]

Chapter 1: Blank Stares

Case file of Marcus Grimshaw                                                   Date: July 2nd 2017

Recorder: Ellie [REDACTED]

Bold Writing is recorded data of the events in meeting room 3 on July 2nd. Regular font is the testimony of Mr. Grimshaw about the events; AJEF129. Also known as, The Hunt Of The Seven.

“Have you ever felt like everything was already set up for you? Like you had a belief that you thought was your own but turned out to be someone else’s? There is nothing you can do to defy it and it always comes to the same outcome no matter what you do. And it–” Head chairman Gerro is looking at Marcus with intense eyes and furrows the bushes of hair on his face and clears his throat.

“I’m sorry, but can we stick to the events that transpired between–,” he lifts his folder up and traces his finger across a paper, “between May 13th 2016 and…” His eyes become slightly wider. “June 20th 2017. Over a year…” Marcus seems taken aback by his tone, it’s an accusing one.

“Yeah, it was more or less a year. Before we get into this I have to say; This is important, everything I tell you is important. You don’t want to just know what happened but you want to know my thought process behind it, right? And I’ve always been a descriptive story teller” And he winks. There is five stiff councilmen sat around the hardwood table, it looks like a friendly meeting with just one chair far away from the rest of them where Marcus sits. And little old me in the corner. Too bad it’s more of an interrogation rather than a meeting. Suddenly Marcus seems flustered. Seeming to notice the severity of his situation. He swallows, “May thirteenth. I’ll start from there.”

I hate to say it, but I think that I wished all of this upon myself. I was unhappy, for whatever reason it was like nothing seemed to fulfill what I wanted to do with my life. Which is pretty strange for a kid in high school. Or, maybe that’s totally normal for a kid in high school looking back.  I always felt… bad. Not depressed, not sad, not mad, just not happy. I felt bad about my life, about who I was. Then I would think about other people’s lives, those in other places who don’t have water or food or parents or friends.  Then I would feel guilty. My life isn’t as bad as theirs, but it’s not like that would make me happy. Nothing’s worse than feeling bad, for feeling bad…

Anyway, It was a Tuesday I believe, I got up, did my morning routine of showering, brushing my teeth, having to squat my six foot two body to be able to look at my messy black hair and my pale white skin in the mirror, styling my hair to give a spike right above my forehead, staring back at my grey eyes that seemed void of any alertness, weighing myself and being disappointed about how not muscular I was, I wasn’t skinny as a stick but I always wished I was more athletic, I was hopelessly average. I threw on some black joggers and a gray hoodie over a darker gray shirt (so you know, I was a ray of sunshine), petting my dog Sadie on my way out the door to go to Shipdale HIgh school in-you guessed it- Shipdale, PA. It was a small town in a land locked state that was obsessed with boats. Boat shows, boat meets, conventions, you name anything boat related it was in my hometown. I know, it’s stupid, having all this where the nearest ocean is six hours away but I wouldn’t have said that out loud in Shipdale. They just were stuck in a place they didn’t want to be and were doing what they could to make themselves whole. I could understand that. I pondered my towm while listening to music all the way to school. It was 4-5 songs away, depending on the songs. Music was something that always calmed me down, I wished I could sing or play an instrument but I never had the skill for either.

I remember everything about that day from the last time I stepped off my bus to when I was whisked away from Shipdale.

I remember looking at the statue in the front lawn of the school. The green metal glinted in the morning sun. It was of a huge, jacked dude without a shirt on but fishing overalls with boots. He was also decked out with a sea captain’s hat and a fishing spear.

“Ahh a fisherman without a fish for miles… How Sad.” A loud voice said behind me.

“Well I wish that he would just spear me so I don’t have to go to junior health.” I smiled and yelled back. I turned around to find that It was my best friend Adam Bucks. Shorter kid than me but much more athletic and genuinely handsome. If I’m being honest I have always been a little jealous of him for that. He had broad shoulders and while he was shorter than me he had longer legs than his torso. He was wearing an earthy green t-shirt with “Save the trees” in big gold letters across the chest. He just had this charismatic nature about him and you could see it on his face chiseled and rough but with a gentleness behind his green eyes that looked like they were buried in miles of forest , he didn’t even have to talk to girls and they would be falling all over him when he flipped his chestnut brown hair. He never really went for them though, I always made fun of him for it and it didn’t really make much sense why he didn’t until later.

“Me too, although, I would kill to be on the beach right now. You do the Bio homework?” He asks me.

“Pshh, you mean the extra credit?”

“Yeah.”

“Man, that’s not homework, it’s optional.”

“Yeah but you should do it anyway dude.” I scoffed and made a lazy brush with my hand to signify an “ehh forget about it.” He was always like that, a second dad of sorts, always watching out for me. Another thing I always made fun of him for. We crossed the threshold of the school and I wish I took a better look around, considering that would be the last time I saw that building.

We went to class. Just sat there at our desks having adults talk at us. It was the end of the year so, I wasn’t actually paying that much attention. I guess it doesn’t matter that much about what I learned anyway, I mean, look where I am–

“Yes, and you’re sure this is all important to what we are trying to achieve here?” Gerro’s eyes start narrowing slightly as he speaks. I am feeling resentment grow in my chest. Nobody wants to be here but he is the one making it difficult to get anything done.

Yes, I’m keeping this in file to show how Gerro shouldn’t have gotten that promotion. I’ll do my best to keep this professional but my opinions will bleed through. It’s not like anyone else reads these but me anyway. Sorry, moving on.

“Look, do you want to hear the story or not? I told you, everything I’m telling you is important to the end game, okay?” It comes out a little harsher than I think Marcus meant to because his expression changes slightly when he finishes his sentence. But it gets his point across. As I’m waiting for a response Gerro is rolling his eyes and my disdain for him grows. And I think it does for Marcus as well.

“Very well. Continue, Mr. Grim.” Gerro rolls his hand in a “get a move on” fashion.

“It’s Grimshaw.” Marcus spits back.

“I have Grim here.” He says looking in his stupid files.

“Yeah? Well, it’s Grimshaw.” Marcus matches Gerro’s scowl.

“Continue, Mr. Grim.” Gerro’s finger hovers over a threatening button. Marcus stares daggers into my boss and then continues.

 “It was lunch so it must of been almost noon when I started to realize something was… Off about the school.”

It wasn’t until I bumped into Dan Nelson and spilled nachos all over him on my way to my table that I could finally see it. On a normal day Dan would have made a huge scene and demand me to pay for his overpriced shoes. But he didn’t. We locked eyes for only a second, but I could see it. Below the surface was true terror and insecurity. Now for a rich pretty-boy you might expect that, but not from Dan. He was cocksure and bold or at least he fronted to be.

He apologized for something I did. Which should have been enough evidence for me to get out of there because Shipdale must of frozen over. But I shrugged it off like most people do. As I sat at my table I started to think about my classes earlier that day. First period I was asleep for the most part but noticed the teacher was a lot more timid than normal and flinched when I went to give her a high five for helping me get a B on her final, and then in third period the whole class collectively gasped when Mr. Harold turned off the lights for the projector, and now the thing with Dan. It was all so subtle and like before, I just kept shrugging it off as just some random event. It would all go back to normal after a couple of seconds. Like they were fighting against their emotions. But now I couldn’t ignore it any longer.

“Hey, do you guys notice anything weird happening today?” I said struggling to open my iced tea bottle. “Damn, I never knew I was this weak.” In my own little side bar.

“No, like what?” One of the kids at my table asked.

“I don’t know, like the school is haunted and everyone saw a ghost at the exact same time or something.”

“Nope, can’t say that I have.” A voice from the table answered. I popped open my bottle of now room temperature iced tea.

“Finally!” I yelled triumphantly as the cap rolled to the center of the table. I stood up a little bit to grab the cap when I heard it. Well, I guess I should say when I didn’t hear it…

Silence deafened me, you could have heard a pin drop a mile away. The air felt heavy without voices to carry it. I’m sure if you have ever been in a crowded high school lunchroom you would know what I mean when I say that it was freaking creepy to not hear a peep from anyone. I slowly stood back up and had a thousand eyes staring back at me. I just stood there, awestruck. Looking around not believing what I was seeing and what I wasn’t hearing. Everyone was looking at me. I couldn’t read their faces but I could tell that something was seriously wrong. I started to awkwardly laugh and try to defuse the gigantic tension that threatened to crush me.

“What? Was it something I said?” Hoping some cliche line would at least get a chuckle out of someone.

There was one collective gasp and whisper for a few seconds after I spoke. And then it was back to the void of silence. Before I started to wet myself a crash of doors banged against my eardrums from across the cafeteria. It was Adam. I hadn’t even noticed he wasn’t next to me like always in all this craziness. He ran to me, seemingly unfazed by our looming classmates. However they were not unfazed by him, they all backed away and flinched. Still no actual words formed in this cold, dark room. His running footsteps echoed and resonated within me. He was swooping in to save me from the thought that the entire world had just stopped. He was red cheeked and sweating when he got to me.

“We… Need… To… Go… Now.” He said in between large breaths of air and gulps of my newly opened iced tea. I was going to argue and ask if he know what in God’s name was going on, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me through the old wooden doors and out of the graveyard that used to be the gross cafeteria, and I gotta tell you, that’s the last time for a while that I felt like a normal kid.

We were running through the hallways of our school and I was trying to get Adam to stop and explain but he is so freaked and worried about getting out of the building.

“What is going on? Why the hell did everyone turn into zombies in there?!?” I ask in between heavy breaths. He is unresponsive. And then an awful thought hit me. “You’re a zombie too aren’t you?” I stopped dead in my tracks. He stopped and turned around.

“What? No! Come on.” He grabbed my arm again and I yanked it free.

“No I’m not going anywhere until you tell me why you aren’t as freaked out as I am right now.”

“I’m just better under pressure. We. Have. To. Go.” I backed up a little farther when he went to grab me again.

“That’s bull.” I was losing the trust I had for Adam. I knew he must be lying. He’s not this good under pressure. Most people aren’t. He must know something I don’t.

“Listen man, you are just scared. I am too. I don’t have all the answers. I just know something is wrong here and we have to go. Now come on we are almost–” I remember a large piece of glass flew in between us big enough for me to see my whole face reflected back at me. A hideous crash of concrete filled my ears and left me with a faint ringing…

Authors Note: There it is! The first chapter of the novel! I know it doesn’t give a lot in the terms of explaining pretty much anything but it’s all about the suspense. Anyway, I have 7 other chapters (Some way longer than others) ready for uploading but I wanna see how this goes before I put too much content out there so share, reply, ask questions, help me make my dream of publishing my writing a reality!