#hes listening to komaedas heart beat

[traf-gorbaf]

After everything, I cant believe this is all I ever needed…

[eggs-can-draw]

komaeda anon: eggs is asleep, time to scramble em, listened to kitchen fork - jack conte while writing, lyrics come from it

——

wake from a dream (where i was stuck losing my teeth)

waking up feels like opening his eyes in murky water, blearily blinking through, head sharp and hollow, missing something, something, but it's still there, and yet it's— it's not.

something is gone but that can't be right because pulling on it reels in some thing so it can't be gone—

replaced. it was replaced.

he doesn't know what was replaced.

he says his name, tongue heavy and lethargic.

he says his name and the girl before him twitches the same time he does.

lucky for me, it was all fake (not what it seemed)

he mouths it, mouths shuichi, and feels nothing, mouths saihara, and feels Wrong.

his head says otherwise but in his heart of hearts it screams at the lie. was it a lie?

is it a lie when it's all he's ever known?

where, oh, where do we go next?

something else, something foreign settles in his frame, tingling, buzzing his brain until he can't think, can't think, what was he thinking?

nothing. he wasn't thinking about anything, he was talking to kaede.

haunted pillow beneath my head

yes, that was it. he grips the brim of his hat and lets the shadow keep the light away from blinding his eyes.

where does it go? where does it go? where does it go?

—

the light from the performance sears into his eyes, closing them only burns the bouncing soon to be corpse being tugged and puppeteered into his retinas.

pick out her heart with a kitchen fork (pin down her arms)

hours, it goes on for hours, the discordant song rings in his ears and the crowd of monokumas boo and jeer. it's played so wrong, So Wrong.

how does he know that? how does he know that? he was the ultimate detective, not the—

wake from the scar (still feelin' sick)

(hands on his, a soft teasing smile. the keys are daunting, just a bit, he can't reach the whole set yet but neither could she. they sit, side by side as the melody echoes through the room and they play their duet.

"i'm b....ter at...........in." he laughs, garbled and muted, as he turns to look at—)

kaede. he knew kaede.

kaede hangs above him, unreachable now. just like the memory that slips away just as quick as it brushes by.

where did it get started?

where does it fit? this memory– it doesn't make sense, none of it does. could it be wishful thinking? a trick of the mind? and yet, and yet, why does his mind suppress it so quick till he's numb and shivering?

where, oh, where did this come from?

his heart beats in sync with the breaths he takes, it beats and it batters the cage of bones that keep it from clawing out of the prison he calls his body. he feels trapped, a sense of foreboding squeezes his lungs as he tries to recall a memory that never always was.

oh my god, my head's a gun

what was he doing again?

i let myself go, i let myself go (i let myself go, i let myself go)

—

kokichi looks Wrong. feels Wrong. and yet, and yet—

who's that kid who wakes each night–

(hands on his, a mischievous grin. they run and they run on soft sand, the sun has barely risen but they weave into the trees they've known since—

"slo....own!" "keep up!")

–takes me on these wretched rides?

it's like looking at a twisted carnival mirror, warped and meant to make you laugh. he's not laughing.

even if it is funny, how it's kokichi who helps him figure out the truth.

once i flew above the cars (the wind blew gratitude through my heart)

and just like before, as the deja vu kicks in, the wave of static drowns his brain. for moment, he almost welcomes it. it'd be easier. it'd be easier.

i let it all go (i let it all go)

what would be easier?

—

Save us from our own Two Heads.

his father was— his dads were— his mother was— his mom was— uncle— mister na— one— three— did you lo— we love you we love you we love you—

it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, one feels Right, the other feels Wrong.

can i keep just one and Ditch The Rest?

but he doesn't know which is which.

he doesn't know which is the truth and which is the lie.

everything feels real—

which was implanted, which was replaced—

he needs to wake up, he needs to wake up, he needs to Wake Up.

—

waking up feels like opening his eyes in murky water, eyes blearily blinking through, head sharp and hollow—

is he missing something? he tugs and he tugs and he tugs.

there's nothing.

do you understand how many times I have read this. I've picked this thing ot the crumbs of crumbs. oh my GOD BESTIE THIS IS INCREDIBLE. The repetition of Shuichi feeling trapped in his own body (He is, depending on how you look at it) The motif of replaced memories starting with hands and a smile, You can FEEL him trying to fight it, you can feel him mentally clawing at something he can't even fully understand and just. ough. this hurts so so so much bestie. and just. the ending dude. It doesn't feel sad or happy or frustrating or anything. It's hollow. there really is nothing.

[forbidding-souda]

eyy, if its okay, could i get Mondo, Byukuya, Kaito and Komaeda with a fem!S/O who's very touch starved and wants to cuddle but is scared to ask? Thank you so much, I really like your writing and hope you're doing well!

Mondo Oowada, Byakuya Togami, Kaito Momota, and Nagito Komaeda with a fem! S/O who’s scared to ask them to cuddle

omg i am doing perfectly swell! Thank you for asking.

currently listening: when he sees me from waitress

-Mod Souda

Mondo Oowada

❤ He always wondered why you went home after he came home, or why you always asked him to drop you off. Did you not want to spend time at his house? He was started to wonder if you were even taking the relationship seriously.

❤ Or if he was the weird one, thinking too much into it. It did cross his mind that maybe you were just shy.

❤ He didn't exactly ask you about it. He didn't know. But one day, while you were over at his house, he requested you spend the night.

❤ "Ooo," you let out, putting a finger to your chin, "that's an interesting request."

❤ "Is it?" He leans forward in his chair.

❤ "In the same bed?"

❤ "Why wouldn't we?"

❤ When he expected you to nervously laugh, you actually smile, clasping your hands together in excitement.

❤ "That sounds absolutely wonderful! I was worried you didn't want to spend that time with me - I'm so happy you brought it up."

❤ He blinks before settling back comfortably in his seat.

❤ Shy. He knew it. Why did he think you wouldn't want to cuddle with him? He feels foolish even considering that.

.

Byakuya Togami

❤ The two of you have been sleeping in the same bed for many days. It hasn't been enough for a week yet, but it has been long enough that the lack of contact between the two of you is a bit worrying.

❤ Usually, you'd expect him to grab you and pull you near him. But he doesn't. He stays at his side of the bed.

❤ Is there something wrong with you? Maybe he thinks you are an annoying sleeper - is that even a thing?

❤ You start to dwell on the topic. Maybe you could just find out for yourself.

❤ So, that night, while he's sleeping on his back, you scoot a little closer and wrap your fingers around his arm. That's all. When he looks over, you just pretend you're sleeping.

❤ The sound of his head against the pillow overpowers your heart that's beating loud in your chest. What if he pulls away? He's pulled away from you before. It was embarrassing but you had gotten over it. Until now.

❤ But he doesn't pull away.

❤ Instead, he uses his other hand to put his hands on top of yours.

❤ Your fingers adapt to his warmth quickly.

❤ His thumb even runs across your knuckles.

❤ And then he shifts, turning his body so he can kiss the skin of your hand.

❤ "Goodnight." He whispers.

.

Kaito Momota

❤ There was a lot of him and you standing outside of your house, the night sky peaking through the windows, as you awkwardly pat him on the shoulder before going inside.

❤ You were so scared to invite him inside. What if he said no?

❤ You always imagine what it would feel like to have his thick hands wrapped around your body. Maybe he'll let you squeeze his biceps to find out.

❤ The first time the two of you cuddle, it's because you had accidentally taken his jacket home. He knocked on your door once he realized, and you opened.

❤ That's when you decided just to go for it.

❤ And he said yes. He wanted to go inside.

❤ It felt better than you'd think, his arms are so safe and comforting.

❤ He was laughing over your anxiousness once you expressed to him your worries. The butterflies in your stomach settled down, and you felt as if he was a genuine support system you could lean against.

❤ "You're not mad I waited so long?"

❤ "Of course not!" His voice booms out.

❤ You just nod, wrapping your arms around his torso, and placing your head against his chest.

.

Nagito Komaeda

❤ He's the one that wrapped his arm around your shoulder first. It was amazing. The best hug you've ever gotten. And you didn't even have to be the one to ask.

❤ "Can you sleep with me tonight?" He offered. The skin on your face heated up. Did he really ask so bluntly?

❤ And it was an amazing experience. He curled up to your side, resting his head on you.

❤ You focused on the sound of his breathing.

❤ Other nights, he will just straight up grab you and hold you tight.

❤ When you ask why he asked so abruptly, he told you that he'd rather spend the rest of his nights with you than never do it - as he was scared he was going to die.

❤ It was a powerful response and you almost felt guilty for asking.

❤ And you thought of it the next time his arms were wrapped around you.

[springtimemultishipper]

Komanami Week Day 1: Confession

Summary | Lately, Nagito Komaeda has been noticing that Chiaki Nanami was talking to him less and less. That shouldn't bother him, right? Scum like he deserves to be ignored by an Ultimate like her. Well, what if his selfish heart isn't able to rest on the feelings bubbling inside any longer? With the assistance of the Ultimate Nurse, Nagito finds the courage to learn the truth of why Chiaki doesn't talk to him that much anymore.

❥ Pairing | Nagito Komaeda x Chiaki Nanami (ft. Mikan Tsumiki)

★ Word Count | 4,660 words

@c0rrupted-mov

*Sorry for being late and if there any mistakes or errors. I was busy this week, so I didn't get a chance to properly edit this. Also, sorry if anyone is out of character. I'm not used to writing Danganronpa characters yet. Also, this is quite long, so grab some snacks and read if you have a lot of time. With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!*

“Miss Sonia! I can carry your bag for you if you want!”

“Ah, no thank you, Soda-”

“PLEASE! I INSIST!”

Nagito stared at the scene playing out in front of his desk. Sonia had just walked into the classroom, and Kazuichi was immediately all over her. It was nothing new. This kind of stuff happened every minute of every day, and yet, Kazuichi was never any closer to winning Sonia’s affections. Still, he was just so full of hope that Nagito had to respect his determination. After all, he was truly worthy of being called a Symbol of Hope if he refuses to lose hope.

Nagito rested his cheek onto the palm of his hand and sighed. Unfortunately, he didn’t have Kazuichi’s hope when it comes to romance. As if on cue, the door slid open and Chiaki came in the classroom with her eyes glued to her game console. Immediately, Nagito felt himself straighten up, a familiar feeling flowing into his chest.

BA-DUMP! BA-DUMP! Nagito felt the steady beat of his heart increase exceptionally as Chiaki started making her way to the desk behind him. His face grew hot and he took note of every single detail about her. Her pale mauve hair bouncing slightly as she walked. Her usually gentle pink eyes that were filled with a determined fire at the moment. The small pout that formed on her face as she mashed buttons on her console. It all caused there to be butterflies in Nagito’s stomach.

“Good morning, Nanami!” Nagito exclaimed, attempting to act like his usual self. “Today feels like a beautiful day full of hope! Wouldn’t you agree?”

Chiaki didn’t bother to lift her head up from her game to face him. “….yeah. Morning.” Without another word, she sat at her desk and continued playing her game.

Nagito sighed. “Guess my luck’s not helping with this…” he muttered. While it’s true that Chiaki didn’t talk that much in general, it seemed like, lately, she never said more than a few words when talking to him.

“H-hey, Nanami,” Mikan approached her. “I don’t mean to be bossy, but I would recommend looking up from your game every now and again. I-It’s just that I’ve noticed you hardly put it down, and that might hurt your eyes.”

Chiaki didn’t put the game down. “Don’t worry, Tsumiki. My eyes are pretty used to looking at the screen, so they hardly hurt. But, I’ll try to take care of my eyes if you’re that worried.”

“Ah!” Mikan gasped. “T-thank you for listening to my advice!”

Yep. This confirms Nagito’s suspicions. She talks way more to the others than to him.

Well, of course, Chiaki would want to talk to the other Ultimates instead of scum that only has luck. But, even though he should’ve expected and known it, Nagito couldn’t help the weird feeling in his chest. The suffocating tightness that seemed to squeeze the hope out of him every time he noticed how little Chiaki paid attention to him. It made him just want to pull Chiaki towards him and wrap his arms around her.

No. How dare trash like him even have such indecent thoughts about her. Nagito slammed his head against his desk, sighing.

“KOMAEDA!” Mikan yelped and ran over to him. “Are you okay?!”

Nagito lifted his head up to meet the Ultimate Nurse’s worried eyes. He smiled and dismissed her with a hand gesture. “Don’t worry, Tsumiki. I’m fine. Just…having a moment.”

He glanced behind him to meet pink eyes for a split second before they returned to the game. He frowned. Did she really not care whether or not he was okay? He suddenly felt a small weight pushing down on his chest, like a small boulder that couldn't crush him completely. He groaned. 'I'm not going to let this go, am I? Should've expected that from selfish scum like me.'

“Actually, Tsumiki, I do need your help…” Nagito looked down, his eyes on his desk. “But, I know that worthless trash like me is completely out of line to be asking the Ultimate Nurse for assistance. You’re completely free to refuse.”

“N-no! I'm completely happy to be needed!" Mikan reassured. “Thank you! I w-will do my best!"

Nagito sighed with relief.  “Really? Thank you, Tsumiki. We can talk about it during lunch if you don’t mind.”

“O-of course!” With an excited skip in her step, Mikan went over to her desk with a beaming expression.

The rest of the day went pretty uneventfully. Well, as uneventfully as it can be when you’re in a class full of Ultimate students with energy to kill. But, the “crazy” events went about as normal. Akane challenging Nekomaru, Hiyoko being a bitch to Mikan, Kazuichi being jealous of Gundham and Sonia’s “friendship”, and Ms. Yukizome trying to handle everyone. However, even amongst the normal chaos, Nagito found it oddly difficult to chime into the conversations or even rant about hope. His mind couldn’t stop bringing up Chiaki and he felt himself slumping in his seat more and more throughout the day.

Thankfully, lunchtime finally rolled around and he walked over to Mikan. “Is there anywhere we can speak privately, Tsumiki?” he asked. “I’m sorry for being demanding, but I’d don't want to be overheard.”

‘Especially not by Nanami,’ he thought as he looked over his shoulder to see Chiaki discussing something with Ms. Yukizome.

"D-don't worry about it!" Mikan quickly reassured.  “There’s an empty classroom on the second floor that’s p-pretty empty. N-nobody usually goes there.”

“Sounds great!” Nagito nodded, and with that, the two made their way towards the classroom. “I’m really grateful for your help, Tsumiki. I was struggling with this for a while now, and you asking if I was okay persuaded me to finally find the hope I needed in order to confront this problem. So, thank you.”

“There’s n-no need to thank me, Komaeda! I was j-just nervous about your health!”

“As expected from the Ultimate Nurse!” Nagito smiled as they approached the classroom door. He slid the door open casually and walked inside, Mikan following right behind him and closing the door.

“Um…so, what do you need h-help with, Komaeda?” she asked. “Is there something bothering you?”

“There is, actually…” Nagito crossed his arms. “Lately, I’ve been feeling weird…around Nanami.”

Mikan tilted her head. “Weird? Around Nanami? How?”

“Well, before, I saw Nanami the same as everyone else. She’s another Symbol of Hope like the rest of you Ultimates, and I admired her and her kindness. I would’ve loved to be considered as her friend, but…I know that’s too much for scum like me to even ask. But, regardless, I just saw her as a great person who always, strangely, was always nice to me. But lately…things have been changing…”

“I’ve been seeing her in a different light lately. I’m beginning to find myself paying attention to every single detail about her. Like, every time Nanami’s awoken from one of her naps, she usually rubs her eyes and gives the person who wakes her up this cute angry expression.” Nagito felt his cheeks flush and his heart doing a happy little dance as the image flashed in his mind. “And…it makes my heart skip a beat. Honestly, so does everything else about her. The way she talks. The way she walks. Her small habits. Her flaws. Things that I’ve seen multiple times before and didn’t care about would now drive me crazy. Every time I’m near her, I find myself being even more happy and blushing. It’s honestly a little scary-”

“Komaeda! I think you’re in l-love with Nanami!” Mikan interrupted in an outburst. Nagito stopped speaking and looked up at her with a blank expression. He had been so caught up in his rambling that he had almost forgotten that she was in the room with him. He didn’t say anything as he took in what she just said.

Mikan began to tear up slightly. “AH! I-I’m sorry! Please forgive me for being so rude and interrupting you like that! I will take the p-punishment. J-just-”

"I know."

“Huh?” Mikan stopped apologizing to be met with a smile from Nagito. But…this smile was different from all the other smiles she’d seen. Nagito’s smiles were usually polite, small, and full of genuine appreciation. He never was the type to grin, and his smiles were usually as calm as he was. But, the smile he held…it was bigger than all the other smiles that crossed his face. It wasn’t a grin per say, but it still was a lot less gentle than his usual ones. His pale cheeks were flushed a bright red and his eyes held a soft, dreamy expression as he looked at the ground. Mikan wouldn’t be surprised if hearts formed in his eyes because the smile that Nagito had right now could best be described as…love-struck.

“I know that I’m in love with Nanami. I lay awake at night even more now because of it. Honestly, my luck can be so cruel sometimes. Of course my love for you Ultimates couldn’t stay in the admiring sense like I wanted it to be. I had to take advantage of that love to develop indecent feelings for Nanami. How selfish can I get?”

“Komaeda, calm down!” Mikan waved her arms in a panic. “Y-you can’t control how you feel.”

“But, even so,” Nagito ignored her as he looked up at the ceiling. “Nanami wants nothing to do with scum like me. It’s clear that she can’t even stand talking to me. She only says at most a few words whenever she does. Meanwhile, she says far more whenever she talks to the rest of you. We hardly spend any time together anymore. Not as much as we used to. She despises me and I don’t blame her. Who would ever want to spend time with trash? I just wish my heart could understand that.”

Nagito sighed as he turned to Mikan, his expression softening back to his normal tranquility. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you, Tsumiki. I need some advice about this. How can I stop myself from feeling this way? I don’t want to be jealous of you or anyone else when she pays attention to you. It’s completely outrageous of me to be jealous of you Ultimates just because I’m selfish enough to prevent Nanami from being happy.”

“Um…” Mikan had no idea what to even say to that. “I, uhhh…don’t know about stopping your feelings. B-But, I think I have an idea of helping you cope with them. M-maybe you should try talking to Nanami about this?”

“Huh?” Nagito furrowed his brow. “Talk to Nanami…? How would that help?”

“W-well…maybe it would help if you knew why she’s not talking that much with you. I don’t think she actually hates you, Komaeda. She may have something going on or other reasons for not talking to you. S-so, maybe knowing those reasons could help. Also, I know I have no right to say this, but…m-maybe you should confess to her?”

“Someone as lowly as me? Confess to Nanami?” Nagito stepped back. “That’s insane for you to even suggest, Tsumiki! I can’t just tell someone as amazing as Nanami about my selfish feelings towards her. She’ll reject me anyway.”

"Y-you don't know that!" Mikan balled her hands into fists in front of her. "I know it's hard for you to believe, but there is a possibility of her liking you back, too. You don't know what she thinks or what's going on in her head. B-But, I'm sure that she isn't unhappy when she spends time with you! You just think that way! B-besides, aren't you the one who always advocates for hope? Isn't it hypocritical of you to say that and then be so sure that you're going to get rejected?"

Mikan took a step forward and gave Nagito a determined glare as she pointed a finger at him. "So, go on! Confess to Nanami! H-hold on to hope!"

Nagito didn't say anything. He just stared at the finger that was pointed directly at his face with slightly widened eyes. But, this time, he was rendered speechless.

Mikan's expression softened slightly as she looked at the finger she was pointing, almost like she was noticing it for the first time. The realization of what she just did began to sink in, and she screamed.

“I-I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being so…tactless! I’ll take any kind of punishment! Y-you could draw on my arms if you wish-”

“No, no,” Nagito shook his head. “There’s no need to be sorry. I was just surprised at your sudden boldness, Tsumiki. I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

“P-please forgive me!”

Nagito chuckled. “I never said I had a problem with it. It’s actually quite refreshing to be scolded by you.” He paused for a second before nodding. “In fact, out of respect for you and your boost of confidence, I’ll talk to Nanami.”

“Huh?” Mikan gasped. “R-really?”

“Yep! I doubt that she’ll feel the same, but surely, with my luck, it won’t end too horribly. Besides, you’re probably right. Maybe figuring out why she doesn’t talk to me anymore will help.” He smiled at her. “Thank you, Tsumiki.”

“Of course, Komaeda!” Mikan bowed before smiling. “A-anything to help a friend.”

“A friend?” Nagito’s eyes widened slightly as he stared at Mikan.

Mikan’s eyes widened and she immediately began to backtrack, freaking out. “ I’m sorry! I d-didn’t mean to assume that you even wanted to be my f-friend in the first place.”

Then, Nagito did something that surprised Mikan. He smiled at her. “I’m glad an Ultimate like you actually considers me as a friend, Tsumiki. It’s an honor.”

Mikan’s teary eyes were as wide as dinner plates before she giggled. “Thanks!”

With that friendly end to the conversation, Mikan and Nagito returned to class a few minutes later and immediately were pestered by Teruteru and Kazuichi asking what they’ve been doing. After denying that they were doing anything suspicious, Nagito glanced over to where Chiaki was sitting. She had her eyes out her console-for once-and a small frown on her face as she stared at Nagito and Mikan.

He walked by Teruteru, ignoring his perverted theories, and went over to Chiaki’s desk. She seemed to realize that he caught her staring because she immediately darted her eyes away and back to her game, her cheeks slightly pink. Nagito had to fight back the urge to laugh at the adorable action and stood next to her desk.

“Hey Nanami, can I ask you something?”

Chiaki kept her eyes glued to her game, silent for a moment before answering. “Go ahead.”

“W-well…” Nagito heard a slight crack in his voice as he formed his question. He could feel his heartbeat grow faster and faster as each second passed. He tried to mentally tell himself to calm down as he took in a breath and let the question out.

“Is it alright if I talk to you after school? Near the fountain? There’s something that I want to tell you.”

Nagito’s tone was a lot calmer than he was feeling right. He can thank his luck for that. Chiaki didn’t answer for a moment, but her fingers had stopped pressing the buttons on her console. Seconds felt like minutes as Nagito waited for an answer before finally, she spoke.

“Sure…”

He smiled. “Great! I’ll see you after class then!”

He walked back to his desk, letting out a sigh of relief. He looked up to see Mikan giving him an encouraging smile that he quickly returned. So far, things were going well. He just has to hope that it’ll go the same way when he actually confesses.

Meanwhile, behind him, he didn’t notice that Chiaki had placed her console down and was staring at him. She felt her cheeks flush as she played with the sleeve on her blazer, thinking back to his question.

��What…does he want to ask me? Did he notice….?’

When lunch ended and class started again, it felt like time was going six miles an hour. Nagito kept staring at the clock every five minutes, hoping for a slight change in time. In the meanwhile, he could feel his stomach doing backflips as he tried to distract himself by his classmates’ usual antics. But, eventually, the bell finally rang and everyone left the classroom after saying bye to Ms. Yukizome.

Nagito immediately made his way towards the fountain, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. For a rare moment in his life, he could feel his palms getting sweaty and his body trembling as he finally approached the stone fountain. The waters flowed gently down to the bottom basin of the fountain, like smooth, tranquil, waterfalls that surrounded the space in between the basins. He knew that Chiaki often spent her time after school hanging out with a friend playing video games, so this place was most likely a comfort to her. And he could definitely understand why. 

He sighed as he approached the fountain and placed his hand under the falling stream. The water felt cool against his warm hand and he felt the tension in his muscles fading slightly as the water soothed him. He took a deep breath and looked up to see a familiar plum-haired face peeking out of the bushes. Mikan gave him a weak smile and a trembling thumbs up. He smiled at her. At least he had some moral support with him as he went through this.

“So…why did you want to meet me?” a quiet voice asked from behind him. Nagito jumped slightly and turned around to see Chiaki standing there, looking at him with curious expression.

“Oh! Nanami! I didn’t expect you to come so quickly.”

She shrugged, eyes avoiding his. “Well…if it’s important then I figured I should be here as fast as possible.”

“R-right.” Once again, the crack in Nagito’s voice returned as he searched for the words to say. This was…surprisingly difficult. He had never done something like this before. Normally, he just tried to avoid this kind of stuff. But…he was here now…and Chiaki was standing right in front of him. So…he has to do it!

“I don't want to poke my nose in your business, Nanami, but...something's been bothering me lately."

“What is it?” Chiaki asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Nagito gulped, taking a minute to collect himself before blurting his question out. “Why aren't you talking that much to me?”

Her eyes widened slightly. “Huh?”

"I'm sorry for having the nerve to even ask this, but...lately, I've noticed that you hardly talk to me anymore. Back at the beginning of the year, you would usually have full conversations with me. But now, you barely say more than a few words to me. Actually, this is probably the most we've talked in a while. It's making me wonder if...you hate me or something."

Nagito looked at the ground, avoiding her eyes. “I know that I shouldn’t be complaining about this. After all, I know my place. But…I can’t stop thinking about it. I miss spending time and talking with you about video games or our days or whatever. I know I’ve done something to make you treat me this way, but I don't know what!"

Chiaki didn't say anything. She just looked down and kept her eyes focused on her shoes. Nagito couldn't read her expression because of the hair that was making a shadow over her face. Regardless, he took her silence as a sign to continue.

"I know that I'm asking for a lot, Nanami. But, I need to know what I did to make you hate me. I promise I'll leave you alone after you answer. After all, this is probably the most out of line thing that I ever had the balls to do. Talking to you like I'm on the same level?" He let out a sour chuckle. "How arrogant-"

"You've got it all wrong" was the small response that came from Chiaki's lips. Nagito stopped his rambling for a minute to look down at the girl in front of him. She had raised her head up slightly, allowing him to see the small flush of pink on her cheeks and her eyes darting to the side. Like she was trying to avoid looking at him?

"I don't hate you, Komaeda. I don't know how you jumped to that conclusion so quickly." She looked up at him and quickly continued, not even giving him a chance to respond. "Wait...never mind. I shouldn't have asked. But, that's not the point. I'm sorry that you got the impression I hated you. Actually...I should be apologizing for the way I've been acting..."

"You? Apologize?" Nagito questioned.

"For not talking to you anymore," she clarified. "I didn't want or intend to distance myself from you. It's just that..." Chiaki hesitated for a moment before sighing. "Well, I guess it's time I told you."

She took a deep breath and reached for Nagito's hand before grabbing it. He felt his cheeks heating up the moment he felt them make contact. His heart fluttered slightly as he looked down at her holding his hand. It...felt comforting. Her hand felt like it fitted perfectly in his and it felt...so right.

"The reason I wasn't talking to wasn't because I hated you or was avoiding you," Chiaki explained. "It was because I was always nervous when talking to you."

"Huh? Nervous? Why would you be nervous talking to me?"

Chiaki took a moment to answer, placing a finger on her chin as she searched for the right words, like a computer searching for answers. "I wasn't sure for a while. All I knew was that whenever I talked to you, I would feel weird. My heart would beat faster every time I was near you, and I would blush every time you got close to me. I found myself staring at you more often and getting flustered every time you complimented me. I was always nervous about how you would react to things I did or say. Yet, despite everything, I found myself smiling every time I was with you. I would enjoy the time we would spent together, and I would always be excited whenever I saw you. I could've been having a really bad day, but then you talk to me about a video game, and everything felt ten times better. It was like...I couldn't be logical or think clearly whenever I was with you, and it caught me off guard. It was so confusing."

Nagito's face was as red as Mahiru's hair as he took in what Chiaki was saying. All of the things that she was describing...no! There was no way, right? He may have amazing luck, but there was no way that he was THIS lucky!

"Then...I finally realized," Chiaki smiled softly, blushing. She looked up to meet Nagito's eyes. "I like you in a romantic sense, Komaeda. I was trying to figure out how to deal with it all and tell you, and that's why I stopped talking to you. It sounds dumb and I'm sorry, but I felt I needed a little bit of time to clear my head a little. And even now, I still feel nervous and all tingly." She let out a small giggle, which sounded like music to Nagito's ears.

"Y-you...like me?" That was all Nagito could sputter out.

"That's what I said," she nodded. "Actually, I was worried when you slammed your head on your desk this morning, but I turned away before you could catch me looking...which was dumb of me."

This was a dream, right? There was no way that this was real. There was no way that Chiaki Nanami actually returned his feelings. No way a girl like her would have a crush on a guy like him.

Chiaki's expression saddened slightly as seconds passed without him saying anything. She let go of his hand. "I understand if you don't feel the same way, and I'm okay with that. I'm happy to just be your friend if that's what you want. I just wanted to get this off my chest."

She was about to turn around before Nagito grabbed both of her hands. "W-wait, Nanami!"

"Huh?"

He couldn't do it. He couldn't just stay in his place and push aside both his and Chiaki's feelings for the sake of hope. Was it wrong? Was it selfish? Was he out of line for preventing Chiaki from being with someone on her level?

He looked directly at Chiaki's face. Her pale eyes were staring up at him and her mouth was slightly open as she waited for his answer. There was a small spark in her eyes. An excited light that was dancing in them, tempting him. Reassuring him. Telling him to do it.

Nagito took Chiaki's hands in his. Even if it was selfish of him, he no longer cared.

"I feel the same way," he confessed. "I like you, too, Nanami."

The smile on her face could’ve countered any type of despair that was out there. Nagito felt her petite frame press up against him as she wrapped her arms around him. “I’m glad…”

He didn’t do anything for a moment. He just looked down at the girl as she lifted her head up towards him, his cheeks red. Then he returned her hug, and he felt everything else around him fade away into a peaceful silence. Nothing else mattered, or even existed for a few minutes. His inferior status. Despair. His awful luck cycle. It was all gone. All that mattered during that moment was the feeling of safety and comfort he got from having Chiaki in his arms. It was bliss. Until...

"Also, if we're going to be a couple, please work on your inferiority complex," Chiaki bluntly said. "You're just as important as everyone else. You're on the same level as me, and I'm not going to tolerate with you thinking otherwise."

"Uh..." All Nagito could do was stare at Chiaki with his jaw hanging. Okay, he wasn't expecting this....wait a moment...

"COUPLE?!" He yelled. "Y-you want to be a couple?"

Chiaki tilted her head. "That's what happens after a confession, right? The two people become a couple at the end. At least...that's how it works in dating simulators."

"I'm not opposed to the idea, but you're moving too quickly," Nagito said. "Besides, do you really want trash like me to be your boyfriend-"

"Yes, I do," Chiaki let go of him and placed her hands on her hips. "You're not trash and I do want you as my boyfriend. That's my choice!"

'When did she get so assertive?!' Nagito wondered as he stared with his eyes widened. 'It's kind of hot...WAIT! Don't think like that, Nagito!'

"And if you're worried about us moving too fast," Chiaki continued, thankfully snapping Nagito out of his embarrassing thoughts. "Why don't we play video games at my place this Saturday? We could go to a cafe beforehand if you want."

He smiled and nodded. "I'm completely fine with whatever you decide, Nanami."

She nodded. "Then it's settled. Our first date will be this Saturday." She glanced over at the horizon to see the sun setting below the trees that rested near the fountain. "It's getting late. We should really be heading home now. I'll see you tomorrow, Komaeda."

With that, Chiaki turned around to make her way to the gate, but she only took one step before suddenly stopping. And suddenly, before he could even realize, Nagito felt a soft pair of lips resting on his cheek.

He gasped and stared down at Nanami, who gave him a shy smile with rosy cheeks. All Nagito could do was brush his pale fingers against his cheek, the exact spot where Chiaki Nanami kissed him.

There was nothing but silence. Nagito just stared ahead at her with his hand on his cheek as he tried to wrap his head around what just happened. Chiaki must've felt awkward because she turned around and began walking away. "Good night, Komaeda!"

Nagito didn't respond. He just stood there, dumbfounded, as he watched Chiaki walk away. After a few moments, he felt his knees give out and him dropping to the ground. He didn't even realize that his knees were trembling when Chiaki kissed him.

“KOMAEDA!” Mikan ran towards him. “A-ARE YOU OKAY?! I’M HAPPY THINGS WENT WELL, BUT-OH GOD! YOUR FACE IS HEATING UP!”

Nagito just stayed there with a love-struck grin on his face. “I really am the luckiest guy ever…”

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Could i maybe request Mikan, Nagito, Shuichi and Kokichi(all separately) HCS with a S/O(fem pronouns if possible?) who's always acting flirty (as a joke obviously) but is always shy towards them? Maybe the reader confessing how they feel and stoping with the flirty act one they realize their s/o is uncomfortable with it | 📁🍄zzzzz.. ( 💭 )

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A/n: Greetings Anon! I apologize that I only did Mikan and Nagito’s headcanon. I don’t do Danganronpa V3 (It was written in here.). But I hope it’s alright for you.

I kinda didn’t know how to start and end the hcs with- but I hope this was to your liking. Sorry that it took so long, I had to write everything again.

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Title: Mikan/Nagito with a flirty&shy!S/o

Pairing: Mikan Tsumiki x Reader, Nagito Komaeda x Reader (Separately)

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Warnings: Grammar errors, not proofread,

Genre: Fluff

Keys:

Y/n- your name, S/o- significant other,

Reader: Female

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Mikan Tsumiki:

Mikan would be surprised and shocked at how you could just flirt with somebody. Flirting isn’t really that easy. If she tried it, she would get flustered and embarrassed. So she really adores your confidence. Even when you flirt as a joke, she would think that you're really brave to do that. Though sometimes she cringes when she listens to you flirt. She thinks it’s embarrassing to do that.

When you approached her, she would think that you might flirt at her or something like that. But no, it’s different. You would give her a different treatment. You would be so shy and kind to her. It always makes her heart flutter.

She had felt it before, but with you.. It just feels so different and more affectionate and she loves it.

Mikan would be really shy to you too. But she tries to get closer to you. She would try to gather all her courage and try to hang out with you. Studying, eating lunch, or anything in general that makes you both bond.

One time, when you were hanging out with Mikan and one of your friends at the mall shopping store, you decided on ‘flirting’ with your friend, laughing every now and then. You stopped laughing when you noticed Mikan frowning and looking down, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable with the situation. So you stopped and instead tried changing the subject with your friend.

You even held Mikan’s hand and gently squeezed it as you talked to your friend. Mikan glanced at the interlaced fingers then at you. Her face went pink as she looked away, her heart beating rapidly.

After you, Mikan, and your friend bid goodbyes. You and Mikan went to the food court and went to buy food to eat. After getting your food and sitting on a random table. You and Mikan began eating. Out of the blue, you said “Sorry for holding your hand earlier, I saw that you were uncomfortable earlier so I thought that maybe holding your hand might calm you down…”

Mikan quickly shook her head “D-don’t worry! It’s alright- I- I didn’t.. I didn’t mind..” She whispered the last part, feeling giddy. You sighed in relief. “Thank god. I thought I might lose some chance to date you after that.” You muttered under your breath.

Mikan had heard what you said and smiled happily. She wanted to say that she likes you but was too shy. She finally knew she had a chance but was afraid to make the first move.

A few days after the hang-out, you had finally confessed to her, giving her a bouquet. You told her that you had liked her for a while and wanted to confess to Mikan but was too shy until you finally gathered up the courage.

Mikan was happy that she started tearing up. She gently held the bouquet and smiled, accepting your confession and hugging you tightly, making sure not to crush you and the flowers.

You both went on many dates. Going to the park, eating at a cafe, something simple like that.

You even stopped flirting with your friends just to make Mikan more comfortable but she said that it’s alright if you continue to flirt, that she doesn’t mind anymore since you both are dating. But you knew better. So when you flirt with your friends, you would tone it down and give Mikan more affection than usual.

She might get jealous often seeing her s/o flirt with other people but she knew she would just have to get used to it.

While you both are cuddling, you would always tell her that you are joking when you're flirting with other people, telling her that it became a habit.

“Even If I flirt with other people, I’ll always love you more, Mikan.”

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Nagito Komaeda:

I think that Komaeda wouldn’t mind it at first cause he doesn’t notice that you were actually flirting. Though he would catch up very easily, he isn’t stupid. He would notice how you would flirt with other people. It makes him uncomfortable.

He noticed that you would flirt with other people but when it comes to him.. It was different. It was like you were a different person. You would be shy to him, having a small blush on your face, smiling every time he was there. He didn’t mind the treatment. It made him feel he was special. Like he wasn’t unimportant. He longed for the feeling.

When you and Komaeda are alone, you made him feel he was the superior.

He would think you're amazing, talented, beautiful, and many more. He loves this feeling.

Komaeda would be more nice to you than he is to anyone else. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he makes sure not to go too close to your comfort. He would help you whenever you needed help.

But even after that, that doesn’t change how he frowns when he notices you flirt with other people.

He would be uncomfortable at how you would go close to that person and laugh with them. It just looks so weird from his perspective. He doesn’t like it.

But you noticed it. So you moved away from the person and went closer to him instead, still joking around with them. You would try to apologize to him by holding his hand and squeezing it gently.

Komaeda was taken aback. His face would turn red before looking away, holding your hand tighter, making sure to not let it go. The person who you're talking to would notice you and Komaeda’s blushing faces and hands, and now assume you both are dating.

After that, you would profusely apologize to Komaeda about it. Telling him that you noticed him being uncomfortable. Komaeda told you that he didn’t mind and that it’s alright with a smile. Not reassured, you told him that you’d make it up to him.

A few days had passed, you planned a picnic just for the two of you. Komaeda was a bit nervous yet excited to hang out with you again, thinking this was more of a date.

During the picnic, you blurted out that you had liked him. Of course, Komaeda was shocked. But he likes you too! Have you seen how he looks at you? Then he noticed that you treat him differently than others because you have feelings for him.

Finding love wasn’t what he expected but he loved it. How his heart flutters, how his face tends to blush whenever you're around.

After the picnic, you and Komaeda tend to have more home dates. Baking cookies, watching movies, and cuddling.

Though even you and Komaeda are dating, you still seem to flirt with other people. It just pisses him off. He decides to confront you about it. You told him you’d stop and gave him more affection and attention.

You assure him that it wasn’t serious, that it was just for fun.

“Nagito.” You called. “There’s no one else replacing you. You’re the only person I love most. You have nothing to worry about.”

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E/n: Er- I’m not good at headcanons- I apologize. But I hope this was still to your liking. Have a great day!

[charlotteswriting]

*Crawls out of trash can* Listen here, I have a probably expired chocolate bar and some coins, I’ll give this if you can do Kaede, Kirumi and Nagito with a s/o who can and will flirt (but no flirting back- THAT’S ILLEGAL! THEY’LL OVER HEAT AND CRASH)

I'm not even gonna question why were you in the trash can in the first place but I will take the chocolate bar and coins. It's a deal.

Also why am I in this request ((This is too adorable what the---) -Mod Kaede

Kaede Akamatsu (finally writing for her YES!!!!!!

—It was only natural for you to ignore everyone around and flirt with Kaede. And since nobody seemed to be bothered by this, you kept flirting her non-stop

—It was really cute but oblivious to Kaede. Like, you're about to invite guests for your wedding and she doesn't get she's being flirted

—But whenever she gets the meaning behind your jokes, she gets flustered. Sometimes you flustered her too much that she turned into a blushing mess and she was really confused. Shuichi had to step in and told you slow down a bit

—When she finally understands you're flirting with her, she's in shock. So she kinda tries to come up with cheesy pick up lines, because they make her feel so loved! So why not doesn't she do the same for you?

—After a little while, Kaede decides to play along!! She isn't an expert at flirting, she just attacks you with compliments and she's oblivious that how much you are effected by them--- But she knows she is doing a good job

—"Kaede! You're truly so beautiful today! I can't adore you enough!" You giggled playfully, Kaede stared at you for few seconds before coming up with a compliment. "Thank you, Y/n! You look gorgeous today, and I love how lovely you giggle!" She smiles at you brightly

—Y/n's soul leaves their body

—Kaede probably doesn't even know she's flirting with you,, she just,, does it? Somehow. (She literally flirted the whole female cast) And the reactions she gets from you satisfies her

—Also she sometimes randomly holds your hand and that's adorable. If only she saw how red your face gets each time... "Y/n, you look so hot... Is something the matter?"

—Shuichi facepalming in the background

(Not me simping so hard for her 🛐🛐🛐)

Kirumi Tojo

—You loved appreciating Kirumi, it made her smile each time.

—Now Kirumi doesn't get appreciated enough so you always told her she's doing great and she was so helpful, and that was enough to fluster her!

—Little or big, whatever she's doing, you were there to encourage her and she couldn't ask for more! Kirumi doesn't know how to reply when you compliment her, so it's kinda awkward but fun

—And what made your compliments the best is, they weren't random. She could tell you meant them and they always encouraged her!!

—Enough talk about compliments. Kirumi is always speechless when you flirt with her. She doesn't get why you are doing this at all but her heart skips a beat each time you do it.

—She'll kindly ask you to slow down a bit but you don't listen to her anyway. She enters the room and you are already showering her with compliments.

—"Kirumi! Look at you.. You look stunning today!"

—She stands there, and checks on her outfit. She always wears that?

—Even though she doesn't get why would you compliment her, they make her happy. She doesn't feel like a burden with you. And after sometime, she'll tell you nice things as well. They're nice for her, but they have an obviously big effect on you

—"If you don't mind me saying... I must say I love your company, a lot." Her complimenting you isn't that rare but she doesn't do it often either. But still... You have a stroke of happiness each time

—"You are a gift, I am so glad to have you around, Y/n,"

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—"My beloved.. Your face is all red, are you sure you aren't sick? I can take care of you."

—*Dies*

Nagito Komaeda

—You're appreciating him?? That's something he isn't really used to, but he gets flattered anyways

—He thinks you're giving him too much credits. All he does is exist and you're already telling him how amazing he is and how fluffy his hair looks! (Bonus points if he lets you touch it...)

—Nagito is in denial but he absolutely loves compliments! He is really affectionate with you after you give him a compliment.

—Also he takes this really seriously and just after you give him a compliment, he'll fire you a compliment back. But a more flustering one

—What he didn't expect was to see you covering your face and avoiding eye contact-- You're blushing??

—"Oh.. You're so adorable, Y/n! So lovely!"

—Now that you've shown him your weakness, he's enjoying this a bunch more. He just finds you very cute.

—Now it's him flirting you non-stop, just to see your cute face. He can't get enough of it. After teasing you a hell bunch, he'll laugh and apologize in his carefree way and will give you hugs and kisses

—Yes, he's pretty affectionate with you. Words or actions, he won't let you rest without letting you know how great you are and how much you mean to him

—You're starting to think he wants you dead at this point

I think this request was really lovely.. Thank you to whoever requested me this! I really enjoyed writing that!! c:

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How about makeout headcanons for Nagito and Kokichi?

❝MAKE-OUT❞

Synopsis; What making out with them is like.

Featuring; Kokichi Oma and Nagito Komaeda x GN! Reader

Warning(s); Kiss kiss fall in love. (Also established romantic relationship!)

Kodzumie’s Note; Aaah, of course! This was fun to imagine and write, thank you for your request! And so sorry for the delay, but I hope you enjoyed! I hope you’re having a lovely day. Muah! <3

➤ KOKICHI OMA

⤷ In his entirety, Kokichi relishes the unpredictability within the day-to-day. He basks in the adrenaline of being unaware; hopelessly living in the present without hinting towards the anticipated future.

⤷ And thus, this ideal blends between your kisses, a tang in the envelopment of your lips. Even as his heart hammered within his chest upon the mere intimacy itself, he yearned for more; he yearned for the visage of surprise in which overcomes your features, a sight he could drown within.

⤷ At every unsuspecting moment, he’ll disrupt a tender, delicate kiss with the nibble of your bottom lip. Grazing his teeth against the plush skin, he engulfs the skin between his own lips and suckles, savoring your gasps.

⤷ His adoration lies within the way you gasp; squirm; writhe in shock; unsuspected moans. He smothers himself in the glory of throwing you for a loop, leaving you unaware of what he’d dare do next.

⤷ The rough, aggressive overlapping of your lips at times halted by the whimpers of your boyfriend as he converts from the starved fauna into a tenuous whisp; contrasting heavily to the depraved smothering of your lips upon his gentle brushes, and tentative sucks.

⤷ Naturally, Kokichi is a wanderer. His hands grasping upon your shoulders to provide him a proper angle. Yet in strive for the delectable shock he’d wished to wash you within, his hands roam your figure; rubbing and squeezing at the supple skin.

⤷ A euphoric jolt shooting through him upon the sensation of your skin beneath his palm. It’s a poignant grip atop your ass that elicits a gasp in which he swallows with yet another envelope of your interlocked lips.

⤷ But his favorite moments are the aftermath; pulling away to gaze upon your countenance. He smothers himself in the delight of witnessing you in such a state. Your lips dampened with his saliva, eyes lidded—the swirl of arousal prominent—as your gaze interlaces amongst his own lilac hues of stimulated zeal.

⤷ Your make-out sessions are always held in secluded areas, preferably the comfort of your own home. Per the request of Kokichi himself, truthfully.

⤷ He isn’t a fan of publically displaying such ministrations and despises the possibility of being caught by another in such a vulnerable moment reserved for you two. So he restricts himself from starting anything within a public domain.

⤷ It may not be vivid to the bystander but Kokichi truly does value his reputation and individual association with his identity. The last thing he wants to be remembered for is that one time he’d been caught practically sucking your face off.

⤷ Thus, he avoids making-out anywhere other than your home. For his sanity and—as he puts it—for your own sake.

⤷ At times it may come off as though he doesn’t want to be associated with you, brushing off your relationship as—through distortion—embarrassing. But he assures you time and time, again, that it isn’t anything of the sort.

⤷ Truth be told, Kokichi views such intimacy as a form of vulnerability; he’s lowered his exterior walls of a deceitful, antagonistic trickster to one in which he’s serene, your lover.

⤷ So it’s truly as he promises; a truth splayed from the tongue of a liar. He adores you, he appreciates your dedication towards him despite his infuriating demeanor, and he loves every moment you two share.

⤷ Though he may not verbally admit such things, far too direct of a confession for his tastes, it’s a truth from the innermost corners of his heart.

⤷ And while he may be unable to converse such utterances laced within the concoction of romance, he hopes the unspoken language of his lips may convey the words he’s unable to voice; a confession from within the cavern of his adoration.

⤷ Make-out sessions with Kokichi are bustling with excitement; rapid thumping of mutually synchronized hearts beating to the rhythm of your curious grips. An engagement of unspoken promises through the grazing of teeth and the lapping of tongues.

⤷ To your boyfriend, these moments are a period of absolute submission; subduing to the seconds of vulnerability—exposure—to your affections. And with labored breaths amongst his marked lips, he swears he’d ravage for another moment akin.

➤ NAGITO KOMAEDA

⤷ Much like his self-deprecating comments, the utterances of such seep into the tip of his tongue with a tang of reluctance. With every press of his lips against yours, he falters.

⤷ A plague within the encompass of his mind, he doubts himself; he doubts his worth once more. It’s a vicious cycle you’d attempted to assist him in conquering, but old habits are hard to break. Especially a mentality in which he’d believed with his entirety.

⤷ He relishes each moment, he loves the feeling. He adores the exhilarating sensation of your tongue trailing along his own, your lashes fluttering against the pallid skin of his cheek which roseates in a tint of delight. Comparing your kisses to the grace of a divinity themself.

⤷ And thus, he views himself as undeserving. The essence of your lips grazing his own in a daze of arousal was much-too lucid for him to he worthy. What right did scum like him have to engage in such intimacy with you?

⤷ Amidst the envelopment of his lips atop yours, he couldn’t help the guilt bubbling within him. A searing poison surging through his veins in painful flames of innermost rejection. He doesn’t deserve you, he knows he doesn’t. But it’s that carnal instinct that yearns for more.

⤷ His kisses are sloppy; hungrily suckling at your bottom lip in attempts to draw out your mewls, a crescendo he swore he could listen to on repetitive stereo. His hands cupping the plush skin of your cheeks, thumb brushing over your chin in the haste of his cradle.

⤷ Albeit his haste had blurred the lines of his restraint, he relished and basked amongst each moment. Savoring the essence of your celestial heart seeping into the taste of your tongue interlacing with his; your heart which thumped with desire. An insatiable desire for him.

⤷ The ideal alone fueling him with fervor; parting his lips wider, sucking harsher, fingers digging into your plush skin. It was as though the initial reluctance—the blossomings of his guilt—had evaporated into a mist of arousal. A covetous yearning for more of you.

⤷ And if you, by chance, happen to claw at him; grasping at his skin with such aggression, conveying your desire for him to be closer—to be one with you in sync—he’ll lose himself entirely.

⤷ A feigned madness interlaced with the searing cocktail of desire flushing through him by the minute, cleansing him of his former disillusioned morale; a sense of humbling.

⤷ Make-out sessions with Nagito transpire from a sea of hesitancy into a waterfall of avaritia. Showering within the waters of your affection, he engages with a thirst for your taste which cannot be quenched until his lips envelop yours.

⤷ They’re messy; rushed with a mutual desire to appease the sparks of stimulation as well as relish the infrequent form of intimacy. It’s rather rare for you two to be tied together, bound by the clutches of your mutual yearning grips as the envelopment of your lips ensues.

⤷ Thus, such moments are cherished. Especially with the prior guilt your beloved boyfriend had withheld.

⤷ In all honesty, he feels an increduous amount of guilt for hogging you all to himself; someone as unworthy as him. So make-outs in semi-public areas would cause him to lose sight of the affection and indulge in an abyss of self-degradation once more.

⤷ With the thought of others near—others that are much more deserving of your affections than scum like him—he falters almost entirely. A vivid rejection within the way his lips still against yours.

⤷ It isn’t a rejection of your ministrations, per se, but a rejection of his own stimulation and regretful delight.

⤷ No matter your reassurance, he still views himself as unworthy. The idealistic of condemning himself to the role of a mere stepping stone embedded within him, rending him a side character in his own life.

⤷ Though you do insist he’s worth much more, it’s a fixation of mind; an instintual foundation of his beliefs. He’s capable of sprouting from such expectations, but it’ll take time to prick the seed embedded within him.

⤷ It’s in these moments, Nagito finds himself subduing to avaritia. Sinking his teeth into the fruit of his desires as he plunges for yet another kiss; yet another taste of you.

⤷ Make-out sessions with Nagito are—to their very core—a delve into innermost covet. They’re a period of haste, a test against time in which you mutually strive for all that you could withdraw. They’re spontaneous yet coordinated; plotted even through clouded minds.

⤷ They’re the embodiment of growth; learning to acknowledge self-worth; learning to engage as you truly deserve; learning to withhold a stable supplement of avarice; learning to love and allow oneself to be loved.

⤷ Every envelopment of your lips a shared promise of your hopeful tomorrow. A hope that you’ll be hand-in-hand the following day. A hope that there’s mutual reciprocal within your relationship. A hope—that Nagito selfishly clings to—you’ll be able to share this moment again soon.

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I headcanon that Nagito and Hajime would love to take romantic, long baths with their SO's. Just imagine scented bubble bath, electronic candles around the tub, rose petals in the water, and two glasses of champagne on the side. Romantic baths are also a must when their SO had a rough day at work or school, and they can just relax in his arms, their back pressed against his chest, as he plants soft kisses on their plush skin, letting them vent about the horrid day they had

this is how i compensate for not posting writing very much- HNMDHDM

not sure if these are really romantic- just comforting baths with the twoBSDJH

you’re very pretty, Alexis. thank you for the food 🙏

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Romantic Bath HCs with Nagito and Hajime!

genre: comfort/fluff, misc. warnings: gn!reader, just fluff!

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Nagito Komaeda

Nagito loves bath salt. he’ll have hot water in the tub and just pour a bucket load of salt in there(because the bath is huge) and just calmly wait for it to settle with you in his arms.

he especially likes when the bath salts are scented with Vanilla, Lavender, or Peach--they’re his favorite scents!!

he loves your preferred scents better, though. they’re a lot more special to him than his opinion on what’s good-smelling or not.

he’d definitely have like-- rose petals in the water along with bubbles! whether they fall down the drain or not depends on his luck. </3

he loves bubbles!!! bubbles make him so happy and he just loves playing with them. he likes to make fake beards and little bubble crowns, it’s so cute!!!

i don’t think he has a lot of bath toys or anything anything that sits above the water--since they do get caught in the drain, somehow end up down the drain, or break very easily--

if you get a bit thirsty, Nagito’s got your covered!

i feel like Nagito would have a lot of alcohol in his house, so if you wanted to drink some champagne or wine while relaxing in the big tub with him, he’d totally go and get it for you!

i feel like he’d have a bunch of sparkling apple cider. there’s no reason, he just seems like an apple cider kind of guy

he loves to hear you talk about your day, and if you need it-- he’d gladly massage you to ease the tension in your shoulders! be warned though, he’s not very good at massages.

he’s not one for talking much-- as he really prefers to listen to you instead. if you’re not up for talking, you both sit in a comfortable silence as he gently kisses your skin.

you’re so pretty.. he really can’t help it.

after you’re both done, he’ll drag you out and dry you, using a towel to pat you down and wipe away and stray water droplets on your body.

you both get into the room and he grabs your favorite pair of clothes to sleep in. you both get changed and get into bed, cuddling into your chest and eventually falling asleep to the calming beating of your heart.

Hajime Hinata

i can’t stress this enough-- he has so many toys in his bathtub

they’re always fun to play around, and you both just overall have so much relaxing fun in the tub??

his bathtub isn’t as big as Nagito’s, but it’d big enough to fit the two of you!! it’s fairly deep too, so you can properly soak yourself in warm waters.

he uses both bath bombs and scented candles, and there are candles everywhere.

the bathroom always smells like pine, caramel-toffee, citrus, or just wax. most of the time the bathroom is always what you prefer, though!

he uses bath bombs with titles like “Unicorn” or “Lucky Leprechaun” just for his self-indulgence. HE ONLY USES IT IN SECRET THOUGH- he’s so embarrassed if you find him using one of those SBDJJSKA

although Hajime doesn’t go all out for his baths, he definitely likes it when they’re scented. there will be candles, drinks and the bathroom will smell like home.

although Hajime doesn’t have much alcohol, he has really expensive alcohol, so the taste is always rich in nature.

as much as i don’t want to feed the meme, yes, Hajime does have a cirtus/orange wine. yes, it is barely used. yes, he drinks it in secret. yes, you’ve caught him drinking it multiple times. ye-

you both don’t rest in romantic baths a lot, but when you do it’s very memorable; he’d kiss your shoulders and wrap his arms around you, asking how your day went and if you’re okay.

if you don’t want to talk about it, Hajime is always willing to fill up the emptiness with his day-- and random thoughts that come to mind. he’s aching and exaggerating his day, but he got some laughs out of you, so he doesn’t mind being overdramatic.

once you’re both done, he just drags you to the bed,

“Hajime, the sheets are getting wet.”

“we’ll just dry them tomorrow.”

and you both probably fall asleep that way, naked or in towels. it depends on whether you’d rather sleep in clothes or not, but Hajime’s too pooped to try and get changed.

you both cuddle together, and he wishes you a good night as he kisses your head.

[kino-alternative]

Can I have Nagito, Maki and Shuichi (separately) with an S/O who likes cuddling with them? (Preferably a Fem reader but GN is fine too)

“ I'm on it! ”

Fem!S/O that likes cuddling with Nagito, Maki, and Shuichi.

` ♪

♪ It's probably obvious by now, but Nagito thinks he doesn't deserve it. Which is a lie.

♪ Originally, you were going to disagree with what he said with words but instead, pulled him into a hug and let him lay on your chest.

♪ Nagito melts. Not literally, don't worry-

♪ He's touch starved, so he probably cried during the first time.

♪ After like, 10 times of cuddling, he started to make the first moves. Of course, he still asks for your consent.

♪ Can you really deny cuddles though? Especially when Nagito Komaeda is the person who's asking for it?

♪ He can't deny cuddles from you anymore too.

♪ Like that one time when Nagito was going on his normal rambles and everyone was either ignoring or trying to stop him.

♪ Then you, the cuddling saviour, came along with that look on your face. “ Nagi . . ” The man immediately stopped and left the table with a small goodbye.

• “ Hey Nagi, are you busy? ” You peeked through the kitchen door, Nagito turned to face you with a smile. “ No, why do you- Ohhh ” You walked up towards him with your arms open, a soft smile on your face. “ Love, do you need your daily cuddles? ”

“ Mhmm! ”

You know, he's fine with dying knowing that his one wish to be loved came true.

♪ He truly does feel lucky and is very happy to know you love cuddling with someone- him.

“ Okay, do you want me to spoon you or the sweetheart's cradle? ”

♪ She's flustered. ( Like that one scene with Kaito ).

♪ Who could blame her?

♪ You guys were just sleeping and then- BOOM! You started cuddling her.

♪ “ H-Hey! What are you doing?! Do you want to die?! ”

♪ It took a while but she likes cuddling with you as well. She doesn't admit it or initiate it unless she's in like a very sleepy or tired mood.

♪ Also, it's highly recommend to cuddle her when she's in a bad mood. ( Kokichi, wtf- )

• Maki was taking her anger out with some night training. It was one of those days where she wishes she could use her talent on a certain someone. “ 345 . . 346 . . ” * Knock knock *

The door creaked open and you entered the room, a blanket draped over your shoulders “ Hey Maki . . I want to cuddle . . ” She was about to decline but the sight of you calmed her nerves. She sighed stood up and gave you a small soft and rare smile.

“ Yeah . . Just wait for a few minutes ”

♪ She never thought she'd feel safe from any harm just by something as sweet as cuddling but here she is.

♪ Simply put, she's glad to have a cuddly s/o.

“ Can I be the small spoon . . For now? ”

♪ You'll thought Maki was flustered? Well listen dearies because we have the blushing king himself Shuichi Saihara.

♪ The first time you asked, he was flustered as hell and was stuttering here and there but agreed to do it.

♪ That didn't stop him from overthinking it though so you have to reassure him that he's doing fine.

♪ Out of the three, Shuichi was the second one to start initiating the cuddles.

♪ He feels like he can't protect anyone with his talent. So cuddling you makes him feel like he's protecting you from everything bad.

♪ Also, he likes to kiss your forehead a lot and whispers sweet nothings.

♪ Also highly recommend when he's in a down mood.

♪ He's sooo tired to not even notice how clingy he's getting. ( It's cute )

• “ Shuichi can we- oh! ” You were cut off by surprise when the detective immediately pulled you into his arms, his face buried in your hair. He hummed, mumbling tiredly “ Sure, baby . . ” You smiled happily and the two of you lay down.

He pulled you close to his chest, his arms wrapped around you as if he was shielding you. You sighed, his heart beat calms you doen everytime.

♪ Shuichi's confidence always rises at least by 1 percent because of the feeling that he's protecting you. And he's also feels like he's the Ultimate Lucky Student for having you as his s/o.

“ Thank you . . I . . Needed that ”

[izur-x]

Could i req nagito and/or hajime helping out their s/o (fem) to get out of her abusive house? If its ok

Together helping

Chara; Nagito

Genre; hurt/comfort

Warning; abusive relationship, might be ooc because I haven't writing him for months

TOW; oneshot

Rura notes; why yes hello I'm still breathing

Nagito Komaeda

Nagito is an observer type of person. He always sees his s/o feeling down/not energetic when alone, Nagito feels like he's a bad partner to not talk about it why is s/o feeling sad. He just keeps quiet about it. Him being an expert in hiding emotions makes it even harder to talk about the problem.

His heart dropped when he sees s/o cover with bandages, Nagito thought it was the right time to talk about everything. So he did.

"S/o! What happens to you?!" He pulled her into a hug, "I trip multiple times nagi! Don't worry about it!" She grins, but that quickly washed away when s/o looks at Nagito serious face. "Something...wrongs Nagito?" "S/o, tell me the truth, okay? Did something happens in your household?" Her eyes widened but then quickly replace them with her every day personality.

"Everything is fine! Nothing bad happens, why'd you ask..?" S/o tilled her head, Nagito cupped her cheeks with his palms, pulling her closer, "don't act like I'm stupid, I know something is wrong with you." Nagito stares directly at her eyes, it makes s/o feel uncomfortable, this isn't like him at all.

"I will not let go of you until you tell me everything." Trapped her into hugs, not letting her out of the empty classroom. She was close to breaking down, but part of her tell her to not cry. Dead silence for a couple of minutes, until Nagito hears small sobbing.

"My parents were not happy with me not getting the highest grade.. And they hit me when- when-!" Nagito hushed her, "I will help you get out from that sick household." He murmurs into her ear and kissed s/o cheek.

"T-thank you,,! I don't deserve y-" he hushed her again, wiping the tears away. "You and I are perfect for each other. You saved me from insanity, and now this is the time for me to repay your kindness and hope." Nagito kissed s/o forehead and pulled her head onto his chest.

When he tells her about the plans, and Nagito tells her that It would fucked up by his cycle of luck, and that's where the plans will succeed. At first, she doesn't believe him, but when s/o thinks about it more, it might work.

Like usual, Nagito walk her home and kiss her forehead as a goodbye, when she entered her so-called house, the first thing she sees was her parent's angry face. "Why did you come home late?!" S/o heart beating fast, "I was working on a project..." Looking away from their gaze, "liar." Mom slapped her across the face, making s/o fells down.

"Now go wash the dishes. No dinner for you." And then she murmurs 'ungrateful brats.' S/o remembered the plans, she have to listen to their order and go to her room immediately.

She's now finished washing the dishes, quickly go upstairs and lock the door. Her body goes limp but the plans had to be done. S/o pulled out a pen that have been recording every conversation with her parents, go to the window, and sees Nagito waiting.

"Psst! Nagito!" S/o yelled-whisper, enough to grab her boyfriend attention, "oh! You hurt... But it will be over soon!" She nodded, feeling assured by his words. Nagito caught the pen and accidentally fell, s/o keep muttering shit over and over again, Nagito quickly hides behind the tall trash can. They both can hear s/o parents having conversation, "what was that?" "Maybe neighborhood cat, like usual." The voice was muffled by the walls, lucky it's clear enough to hear.

S/o let out a sigh of relief, look down at Nagito, and nodded, he took the sign to report everything to the authorities, everything went well, just one more night. S/o never feels excited to get up in the morning tomorrow.

[danganronpa-oneshots-headcannons]

That's no worries at all! Take your time, darling! I was hoping I can get a Nagito X reader drabble when they're sleeping together and Nagito has a nightmare. When his SO comforts him she asks him what was it about and Nagito admits that he dreamt of losing his shining ray of hope and that he can't go back to his lonely, despair filled life without her. My baby boi~

☁︎~Of course lovely! Here it is! Because you didn’t specify, the pronouns are they/them! Much love 💕//

☁︎~Nagito having a nightmare about losing his hope!

~☁︎︎~☁︎︎~☁︎~☁︎︎~☁︎~☁︎︎~☁︎~☁︎︎~☁︎~☁︎︎~☁︎~☁︎︎~☁︎~☁︎︎~☁︎~

Nagito always had bad nightmares growing up.

Sometimes he’d have the greatest dreams and other times he’d wake up screaming. Was it his luck cycle? He suspected it was.

His nightmares ranged in different categories. Sometimes it was about despair over powering hope. Although the thought rather bugged him, it wasn’t the worst thing he could’ve dreamt of.

The worst ones was about losing his family. Them screaming in pain as they begged Nagito to help them. He was uncontrollable in his dreams.

That’s what irritated him.

This dream was different though. A different scenario, different voices. He was having trouble figuring out what was actually going on around him.

Something about a kidnapping?

He figured it out right away. It was about him again. The worthless piece of trash those men had kidnapped for money.

This wouldn’t effect Nagito tonight... so he thought.

It wasn’t until your voice popped up was when Nagito froze. You were tied up to a chair, beaten and badly bruised. You looked so unnatural with your ribs poking your shirt. How skinny your legs were. Your grey pale face.

It was enough to make him vomit. Seeing you like this made his sick to his stomach. He was badly stressed.

“Do we need them? It’s been days and no one has been looking for them. I’ll fuckin shoot them right now.”

No,

Nagito thought.

I should be there. I’m coming. I’m gonna save them-

You had woken up from violent thrashes from beside you. After getting kicked in the back, that was enough to fully wake you.

“Nagito? What are you?-“

It had taken you a moment before you fully realized what was going on.

Sweat dropped from his forehead as a hand gripped his hair. He seemed so terrified.

“Nagito! Wake up!”

Shaking him, he sprung up, nearly hitting you on the way up. He was panting. A complete mess to say the less.

His eyes frantically looked around the room before the stopped on you.

Was he about to cry?

Reaching your hand to cup his cheek, he instantly pulled you into a tight embrace, mumbling nothing but apologies.

Returning the tight embrace, you ran your hand through his hair in a comforting manner, hushing him when he started sobbing.

This shattered your heart. You rarely saw Nagito in this state and when you did, it always hurt you to see lose control.

It had taken him some time before he had truly calmed down. At least, enough to talk to him.

As he laid upon you, you continued to twist his hair with your fingers.

“What happened?”

You asked, feeling him tense up.

With hesitation, he spoke,

“You were bound to a chair, starving and scared. Men surrounded you all while they talked about shooting you. They said no one cared enough to go looking for you,”

He paused, remembering the night terror clearly,

“they shot you. Blood splattered everywhere. They dragged you out, throwing you into the back of a truck and driving off.”

The room stayed silent. What could you say to that? Opening your mouth to speak, he beat you to it,

“.. I lost my shining ray of hope because I was too worthless to figure out where they had you hidden. I couldn’t save you.”

A sob had slipped past his throat,

“What if it was a vision? What if it’s actually going to happen? My luck is a curse, I’d go back to my lonely despair life,”

Your eyes slightly widened at his words. Moving your hand from his hair to his face, you forced him to look at you,

“Nagito Komaeda, look at me. I’m here, alive, breathing, and holding you. I’m with you. Listen to me when I say this, you are not worthless. Your so intelligent and caring. If I was ever kidnapped, I know you’d be out there trying to find me. With your amazing luck, you’d have no problem finding me.”

Kissing his forehead, he lowly chuckled and placed his head back down into your chest. Taking his arms, he wrapped them around your torso.

“You really are my only hope... I love you Y/N”

Giggling, you placed your hands back into his hair and shut your eyes,

“I love you too Nagito.”

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[nagito-kissmaeda]

A Lapse in Judgement

CHAPTER ONE: A Dangerous Present CHAPTER TWO: A Past Forgotten CHAPTER THREE: A Foreshadowing CHAPTER FOUR: One Possible Conclusion CHAPTER FIVE: Untethered

Komaeda Nagito x Ultimate Empath!Reader : NSFW Summary : Codependency is the kind of thing that will get someone like you killed, but now that you've tasted him you aren't sure you could go without. You should be smarter than this.

AKA: Ultimate Empath reader gets nasty with Komaeda. Even though she knows it's a really bad idea.

Contains: she/her pronouns, penetrative sex, blow jobs, referenced canon character death

read on AO3 

Being an ultimate empath is not easy, and it never has been. Your whole life you have tried to distance yourself from other people, because your talent means it is far too easy for you to grow attached to them. To feel that you are them.

Now that you are trapped in a killing game it is even harder. Staying detached now of all times, is incredibly important. 

But you failed. 

Komaeda’s jutting hip bones dig into your thighs, his skin, usually so pale you can almost see right though, is flushed pink. His swollen lips move frantically as he mutters, pleads, begs. Self deprecation, words of adoration. Separated only by desperate whimpers for more. He looks angelic writhing beneath you, with his eyes squeezed shut and the rapid rise and fall of his bare chest. He whimpers, and his hips stutter up to meet yours. Almost like he is ashamed to do it. You cup his face in your hand, cooing softly at him.

A few strands of thin white hair are plastered to his forehead with sweat, you brush them away and tuck them behind his ear. His eyes snap open at the touch of your fingers, and you feel him. He is desperate, he is needy, he is honoured, he is unworthy. You slow the grind of your hips on the crotch of his jeans, placing a hand on his chest to feel his heart. It beats fast, like a hummingbird stuck behind his ribs. His skin is pulled taut across his bones, when you meet his eyes again, he feels disgusting. 

“Hah…” he mutters, high and breathless, “that you would touch someone as filthy as me like this…” 

You cut him off. Pressing your forehead to his, “Shh. Nagito, I know.” 

He laughs again, it’s shaky and weak, “of course! An ultimate empath like yourself, you know everything! I should have known better.” 

You kiss him firmly, one of your hands digging into the halo of white hair on the pillow. Trying to ignore the strands that come away in your fingers. He talks about you so highly, an ultimate empath like yourself, you should be the one who knows better. Komaeda is unstable. His feelings are so strong, so passionate you can’t help but sink into them. If you were too close when he finally tipped off the edge, you might just find yourself jumping after him. Despite the smarter part of yourself screaming at you to remember everything he has already done, you shove your tongue into his mouth and moan as his dances with yours. 

Your hands slip down his torso, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingers. You suck in a breath as your fingers drop over the edge of his rib cage and down to the valley of his stomach. He is thinner than he looks in his clothes, did anyone else know? Could anyone else tell just how sick he was? 

“Your hands must be...haa...getting so dirty...tou-touching me” Komaeda mumbles into your mouth. The words taste like poison. 

You open your eyes and stare into his. He feels guilty, he feels undeserving. Underneath that, there is a glimmer. A hope that despite all, you may still accept him. Your eyes are welling up, you are too deep inside him. How is he not crying all the time?

“You are the only person my hands want to touch, Nagito.” you whisper, licking up the shell of his ear.

As much as you want to know how he feels. To know if your words had helped. It would be too much for you right now, so you close your eyes and fumble with the button on his jeans. He wriggles beneath you as it pops open, and sucks in a breath and you slide down the zipper. 

His cock is as delicate as the rest of him. Thin and pale, tip flushed pink. Your hand shakes as you reach out to grip it, a moan that almost sounds like an apology reverberates from Komaeda’s throat. His skin is soft. 

“Wha-What are you? Wh- hng!” 

He is reduced to a babbling mess when you give him a cursory pump. You watch him carefully, for a sign or a word, anything to indicate that he wants you to stop. His eyes are closed and his mouth is open, drool slowly making its way down his chin. 

You moisten your lips, and then lick a stripe up the side of his cock. 

Komaeda cries out, sitting up and gripping your shoulders. You realise, that this is the first time he has touched you. His eyes are wide, his teeth are bared. He is shocked, he is aroused, but most of all he is afraid. Waiting for the other foot to drop, for you to pull away and laugh, like this was all just a big joke. You feel his heart beating in your chest.

“I...I...I’ll ruin you.” He breathes, “You are going to let my filth ruin your perfect mouth?”

“If my mouth is to be ruined.” You whisper, lips barely brushing the tip of his cock, “I’d like you to do it.”

You can’t resist. You meet his eyes again. His arousal crashes with yours, and you feel your cunt throb. It is hard to look into his eyes with the tsunami of emotions overtaking you, but you do it for him. His misty green eyes look at you desperately, his perfect pink lips hang open as his breath heaves. He looks like a dream, you wish he could get inside your heart like you could his. That he could know that it isn’t fake, not with him.

He falls backward in a full body shudder when you take him into your mouth. Whining, writhing. His hands are buried back in the sheets of your bed, purple and floral. They match the ones you had at home. How strange. You have to press a hand down firm on Komaeda’s belly to stop him from stuttering his cock deeper down your throat. His hips wriggle and grind, but he’s whimpering and apologising like he has no control over it.

“It’s so warm.” He babbles, breath heaving, “Trash like me should never...hahhh...can’t stay still…”

You smile around him. Bringing your head back up to circle his head with your tongue. He loses himself, one of his hands tangles in your hair. 

“I shouldn’t be touching you. I shouldn’t.” 

You release him from your mouth with a pop. Leaving the hand in your hair, and bring his other to your bare chest. Komaeda stops breathing. His eyes are wide, blinking up at where his hand rests on your breast. You grip your hand over his, and force him to squeeze.

“I want you to touch me. Ruin me.” You shuffle further up his body, straddling him again, “we are equals, Nagito. Especially here.”

With his jeans and underwear hanging down around his thighs, the only thing separating you from his cock are your panties. As much as you want to take things slowly, as much as you want to take a moment to enjoy something that you should never do again. You find yourself grinding your clit down on his cock. Komaeda chokes on a moan, the hand on your breast reflexively tightening. He gasps, shocked at the feeling of your soft flesh beneath his hand. He is looking up at you now, but it is impossible to know how he is feeling because his eyes are glued to your breasts. Watching them sway as you grind back and forth. He whines.

You want to feel this way forever, you want to listen to his needy little sounds for the rest of your life. Three people didn’t die yesterday, everything is fine. Komaeda is underneath you, you are in control. Mikan didn’t look you in the eye during the trial, you hadn’t felt the thrill. You hadn’t felt the thrill of despair rushing up your spine. It hadn’t felt familiar. Everything was-

“Stop.” Komaeda mutteres, sitting up and gripping your shoulders, “Hey. Stop” 

You freeze. He is worried about you, and you aren’t sure why until he brushes a tear from your cheek. 

“I’m fine.” 

His brows draw together, and for a moment, he permits himself to touch you. His spindly fingers curl into your hair and rub soft circles on the back of your head, all the while he is just staring at you. Opening himself up like a book for you to read. 

He is blessed

He is happy

He is worried

He is-

He feels- 

Oh. 

Oh no. 

His smile is soft. His eyes are gentle. Even without your talent, you could tell that his face says I love you.

It is always hard to distinguish between your own feelings and someone else’s. they all swirl and combine inside of you, like someone has stuck them in a blender. It’s impossible to tell where Komaeda’s love ends and your feelings begin. 

“Better?” He asks

You nod

He smiles wide, “good. It must be hard sharing the emotions of everyone all the time, but just think of the hope it will lead to! All the good things you will be able to do!” 

You know he is trying to pay you a compliment. But you know the words, you’re so much better than me. Are lurking underneath. He’s right, it is hard not being able to tell which are your feelings and which are not. That you can never be fully sure that the throbbing in your heart is real or fabricated. What you can tell, is that it's much harder being him. 

So you kiss him. The tracks from tears running down your cheeks just starting to dry. 

His mouth tastes like danger, but his lips are gentle. He is a walking contradiction. Your teeth catch his bottom lip and his blood tastes syrupy sweet. He moans so gently into your mouth and you swallow the sound, it is only for you. Codependency is the kind of thing that will get someone like you killed, but now that you've tasted him you aren't sure you could go without. You should be smarter than this. 

His eyes are hooded when you finally pull your lips from his. His hair tangled and fucked in a way that only your fingers could manage, his lips a perfect shade of red that only you could make them. Two hearts are racing in your chest, beating in time. 

“It feels like I know you.”

He blinks, “you do know me.”

“No I-” it feels like you know him from before, from another life, another time. It’s crazy. You’re being crazy. All you can do is laugh to yourself and cup his cheek, “don't worry about it.” 

He opens his mouth to say something, but then thinks better of it. You can tell that he is confused and even a little concerned, but you just laugh. 

“Nagito. I'm fine.”

His head tilts. The motion so sweet that your heart clenches, “you don't need anything?” 

Your lips curl up in a smile as you lean in closer and whisper, “just you.” 

He swallows, you catch his Adam's apple bobbing in this throat. His arousal is back, and so is yours. You push him back gently so his head is rested on the pillows again, the moonlight hitting his thin hair in a way that makes it shimmer. You push your panties to the side.

You didn’t think to bring a condom. How unlucky, you muse, lips pulling into a tight smile. Though Komaeda’s luck has not run out yet, because during a killing game, safe sex is the last thing on your mind. 

His head flings backward as you engulf him. His pretty voice cracking and his spindly fingers gripping the sheets. The moonlight from the window crosses his skin and he is glowing. You still, getting a feel for just how deep his cock reaches inside. Afraid to move and break the perfect picture before you. One of Komaeda’s hands lifts up to hide his face, and he laughs.

“I-I’m in…” his breath rattles in his throat, “I’m inside of you...hah...you’ve let me taint even your insides.” 

You can’t help it, you grin down at him.

“Go on then.” You say, rocking your hips in a way that makes his breath catch, “Take me. Ruin me for anyone else.” 

At your words. His fingers dig tight into your thighs, and his colliding emotions read as an internal battle. A war between his self deprecation, and his desire to just fuck you. 

Even your own cheeks turn pink in that moment, feeling just how desperate he is.

“C’mon, baby.” 

When he hears you call him baby, his fingers dig in tighter. So tight it almost hurts. 

“Don't beat yourself up like this, please.” 

He surprises you when he speaks, “you...you're-” he swallows, “-you’re so wet.” 

His hands are shaking, and you feel the teensiest buck of his hips. His eyes meet yours, he is amazed, he is dumbfounded, he is over the fucking moon.

“I did this to you…” he licks his lips, “and you let me” 

His hands move from your thighs to your hips, digging into your soft flesh as he lets out a strangled moan. The sound of resolution. Followed by a desperate thrust deep inside you, to say you moaned would be an understatement. You howled. Generally you would make sure to keep quiet, with the other cabins all within earshot, but for some reason (an impossibility you cannot comprehend) your joining feels comforting. Like seeing an old friend in a new town, or tasting a childhood dish later in life. Komaeda feels like coming home.

He thrusts again and you fall forward, planting your palms on either side of his head. His eyes are scrunched shut, the cutest furrow between his brows. Something in his expression twists, his smile becomes wild and the pads of his fingers are replaced with nails digging into you. It hurts, but you just moan louder. Encouraging him, you really need to stop encouraging him. One day Komaeda is going to go fucking supernova and you’re going with him. You can’t tell the future but it feels like an inevitability, like it has already happened and will happen again. 

Even under the blanket of night, the island’s tropical heat never ceases. A bead of sweat makes its way down your spine, a kiss to Komaeda’s shoulder tastes like salt. The single bed creaks and groans as he grinds up into you, mouth hung open as he laughs and moans. You sit up, freeing a hand to slip down to your clit and your breath hitches at the feeling. Komaeda’s eyes snap open at the sound, and he follows your arm down to where you are touching yourself. Then down further. You feel him throb when he gets a good look at the spot where he enters you. His eyes are wide, his hands on your hips shake. 

Then he thrusts up again, slower and deeper. Transfixed at the way he disappears inside you. You circle your clit, faster and looser, hips stuttering every time he bottoms out inside. Your head lolls back as you moan again, grabbing one of his hands and intertwining your fingers together. 

“I’m going to come soon.” You force out, rolling your hips forward again. 

Komaeda hisses air in through his teeth and you notice his thrusts are getting sloppy, “m-me too…”

You smile, there’s one last thing you want from him, “look at me.” 

His eyes meet yours and you can feel a moment of panic, a cacophony of trash trash trash screaming behind his eyes. You press a hand to his cheek. 

“Just let go.” You whisper, “I’m right here.” 

He takes a deep breath and just pounds you. The coil in your belly is growing tighter and tighter, his hips pumping faster and faster. His eyes are squeezed shut and he’s biting his lip so hard that it bleeds. He’s a vision, he should be hung up in the fucking louvre.

Then with a strangled moan, his eyes snap open and you come. Both of you, and you can feel it all.

It’s like a snap of tension. A rope untied. The highest note in your favourite song. 

And he loves you 

He loves you loves you loves you

You slump forward, limp from the exertion. Komaeda is panting quietly and one of his hands slowly reaches around your shoulders. Even after all that, he is still hesitant to touch you. You kiss his temple, and then-

DING DONG BING BONG

Your eyes snap open. It’s still too dark for that to be the morning announcement, and that can only mean- 

Komaeda stiffens below you, thinking the same thing when Monokuma makes the second worst announcement he possibly could.

“e-HEM! Hey suckers, don’t get your panties in a twist no one is dead. Just thought I would do the polite thing and let you all know that the Ultimate Lucky Student and the Ultimate Empath just GOT IT ON!” 

“fucking hell…” you muttered, but the bear wasn’t done.

“AND AND AND AND! They didn’t even practice safe sex!!!! I must have failed you as a teacher. So! Tomorrow morning I’ll be giving the class a demonstration! So maybe the next two rowdy kids will be a little more responsible! Anyway sweet dreams!”

[forbidding-souda]

... headcanons for Nagito, Hajime, and Shuichi with a fem!reader who likes it when he lays on her chest/stomach even if she's shorter than him because she finds the feeling of his weight on her comforting? if you'd rather do a gender neutral reader that's fine too

Nagito Komaeda, Hajime Hinata, and Shuichi Saihara with a fem S/O who likes it when they lay on her

my clsssses start tomorrow as i'm writing thisn wowowwow i get free public transit from the school too and free access to the library whaaatt crazy

-Mod Souda

Nagito Komaeda

❤ He was originally very nervous to touch you. In the beginning of the relationship, there was a lot of am I not enough?

❤ But once he let himself cuddle with you, he realizes that it was okay. And that he loved it.

❤ He will take every opportunity to rest his eyes against your chest. Sometimes, like a cat, he'll force himself into your lap and just nuzzle his head into you. And you better play with his hair when he does.

❤ It doesn't matter if you're on your computer. He will find a way to fit himself into the equation.

❤ Now that he's in love with laying on you, it's going to be hard to try to lay on him. Ever want a break? No. He will flip you over and rest on your stomach. Sometimes, when you wake up, you'll ever find him upside down - his legs by your head and his face on your stomach.

❤ Whenever he's sick, he's going to want to sleep on you. Being on you mean he can feel your heart beat. And somehow... it makes him feel worthy.

❤ It reminds him that you're living, and that you genuinely like him back.

❤ It's something he never imagined he'd find comforting.

❤ Sometimes, he'll plop his head so aggressively down on your boobs that it sends a ripple of pain throughout your chest.

.

Hajime Hinata

❤ He would much rather have you on top of him. It makes an easy gateway to wrestling you, too. He loves play fighting.

❤ But on days where he doesn't feel too good, sure, he'll lay on you.

❤ This man is heavy. So you best feel crushed if he fully goes on top of you.

❤ You can play with his hair, scratch his back, do whatever. Once you're in that position with him, it's about completely possible to have him agree to do anything you want.

❤ He mumble cute petnames into your shirt as he dozzes off to sleep. Who knew he could go unconscious so quickly when being with you? It's a bit alarming. And now you can't move. This isn't too bad.

❤ He definitely wakes up before you - and he's gone the moment you wake up. He'll either be making breakfast or standing in front of you, adjusting his tie.

❤ And he'll get a little defensive if you bring up the sleeping position. Hajime? Sleeping ontop of his girlfriend? No, no way. Totally definitely not possible.

.

Shuichi Saihara

❤ Is dreadfully hyper aware of your boobs. He doesn't want to hurt you - or touch them and make you uncomfortable. His cheeks will be bright red whenever he lays on you.

❤ That being said, he much prefers to lay on your stomach. One of his secrets is the fact that he actually enjoys listening to the sounds your body make.

❤ He doesn't really prefer to be the big spoon too much. He likes to feel cared for. He'd want to cuddle right into your arms and put all of his weight onto your body for you to hold.

❤ Late at night, when you're already sleeping, he'll sneak up into bed and under the covers to lay on top of you.

❤ Sometimes, you wake up before him and feel trapped. I've got to pee, Shuichi, you'll complain in your head, trying not to wake him.

❤ Sometimes pushing him off of you and watching him abruptly wake up is awfully hilarious.

❤ Being more often, seeing him at peace, with a content look on his face is more satisfying.

❤ He'll definitely not mind cuddling up to you like that in other places, like couches or sleeping bags.

❤ It's one of his favorite positions.

[harmoni-me]

a poly komahinanami + reader request comin' through!: teaching crush reader emotions and how they work, how to interact with people, also stuff like romance, friendships, and having a real family.

thank you! don’t forget to stay hydrated!💙

My oh my, guess who’s back!? And with the longest story I’ve ever written just for you at that! This totaled up to be 17 pages on a Google Docs document, which is absolutely crazy by the way, but I just couldn’t stop writing this! But it’s now done, so I hope you enjoy!

Nagito Komaeda x Hajime Hinata x Chiaki Nanami x Reader Who Wants to Rediscover Emotions!

“Ugh...so not even that, huh…” Chiaki crashed onto a nearby sofa, slamming her face into a plush pillow, catching herself with a comfortable squish. You had just been shown one of those guilt-trip puppy adoption videos to try and kick-start your tear ducts, but it just honestly didn’t work. Though you desperately wanted the tears to flow, or at least have your eyes a little misty, nothing ever came. You couldn’t help it, but you were willing to do anything in order to feel, and know about everything that has to do with fruitful human emotion.

Just a mere few weeks before this moment, you were left with no one, going to a school for the talented and the elite. You did some research about social gestures, wanting to know what to do if someone wanted to talk to you. 

Well, apparently you did something okay, because now you were sitting here with three people who are bumbling around, trying to figure out your emotional and social problems. It was most likely luck that you met these three that wanted to help you out of your own ditch, but you definitely weren't complaining. Not one bit.

You had people by your side, and you felt something warm bloom in your stomach when you realized as such. It was nice, like when you let the sun soak up into the pores of your skin on some sandy shores.    

“Well, It’s not really their fault, you know? They were raised to be the Ultimate Perfectionist, their family must have done some terrible things in order for them to get this way...those bastards…” Hajime sat up against a wall, weaving his fingers into his hazelnut hair.

“Even though you’re simply reserve-course leftovers...you’re not wrong, Hajime. (Y/n) is in quite a predicament, wouldn’t you say?” Nagito laid cross-legged next to Hajime. Hajime just simply rolled his eyes at the white-haired boy's remark about his useless school status.

“Just a theory, but does talent honestly determine status? Wouldn’t it be like comparing someone’s grade’s to their natural IQ? Someone could simply just work harder, Nagito, and it’s that simple, most likely, to get on an Ultimate’s level.” You looked at Nagito, causing him to stiffen just a bit. 

…uh

Was it something you said? 

“Ah, (Y/n), your glaring. Practice softening your eyes a little bit. Giving off a serious look can make people uncomfortable sometimes.” Chiaki pointed out, gesturing to her own eyes, switching between a glare, and back to normal again, as if giving you a quick tutorial.

“Ah, um, sorry about that. I had no such intentions, so please forgive me, Nagito.” You bowed your head in forgiveness, already knowing what that gesture ment from social experience. Nagito just shook his head, causing his hair to sway along rhythmically, chuckling a little while doing so.

“No worries, please scold me whenever you please. I enjoy it.” Nagito let out a beaming laugh, shoulders bouncing at his own comment.

Hajime just clipped his thumb and index finger onto the upper-bridge of his nose, shaking his head to Nagito’s comment. Though, he could never stay mad at him for long… even with all of the degradation talk.

“Ok then, we need to get back to the situation at hand, because I have an idea!” Chiaki spoke out, making everyone in the room turn their head, ready to hear her out. The girl then picked herself up from the couch to stand tall among all of the sitting frames in the room.

“This situation is exactly like finally getting that shiny Pokemon you’ve always wanted, but it’s only level one. So you’ve got to go back and make it fight the smaller guys in order for it to start beating up the bosses.” Chiaki explained. Hajime nodded, apparently understanding exactly what she was talking about. Nagito was just sitting there, a clueless smile painted onto his face, listening with full intention of agreeing anyway.

You...you think you got the gist...but what the hell is a Pokemon?

“(Y/n) is our precious shiny Pokemon, and we need to take them out to experience all of the experiences, in order to gain all of the experience!” Chiaki finally proclaimed, confidently puffing out her chest in pride. Nagito just chuckled, while clapping at Chiaki’s idea, praising her. Hajime tilted his head a bit, seeming to want to know the stickler details.

“So, what’s the best way to go about this?” Hajime stood up from his seated position on the floor, stretching out his arms, sounding out a couple of pops from his tense muscles. Chiaki went silent for a moment, but then quickly jumped up with an idea.

“We divide it into levels, and create our own scenarios to fit within what we want to focus on in each level. For example, level one can be about trying to trigger certain emotions, like happiness. (Y/n) will pass the level when she completes the task provided. This will keep her motivated, and we’ll all have fun! I think.” Chiaki proposed, walking over to your listening form. You were confused, but you were also willing to try anything for you to feel like everyone else.

“So, (Y/n), are you ok with this?” The pale pink haired girl crouched down to your level, head turning, waiting for your approval.

“I’ll do anything to feel again. Of course I’ll do it.” You blatantly said, raising your tone to puppet a sort of happy emotion, though this time, it didn’t really feel as forced as it usually was, which made your heart jump in surprise. Your heart hopping domino-affected to your eyes widening in shock, as well as a jerk of fear in your body. You didn’t really know what you felt, but you wanted to figure it out more than anything in the world at the moment.

“Perfect! So, ah, what do the arcade machines say again...oh! Level 1, Start! Or maybe I’m wrong…” Nagito, stood, looking in your direction, as if signaling to you that everything was going to go great.

LEVEL 1: EMOTION TRIGGERS

You were sitting in a chair, while being surrounded by the three friends of yours. It was kind of how it went just a few minutes ago, with each person trying to show you something that might trigger something in you, but this seemed like it was going to be just a bit more...difficult.

“Well, what we’ve got planned is in order for you to go onto the next level, you need to achieve the following three emotional responses: Happiness, Repugnance, and Sadness. We’ll help you out on trying to trigger them, so don’t worry about it too much, alright?” Chiaki lightly said. You always enjoyed her voice, as well as her understanding personality. It was probably those character traits of hers that caused her to be your friend, most likely.

“Ah, well repugnance should be easy since I’m here, after all! Poor (Y/n) here would probably hurl after staring at scum like me for too long!” Nagito said with a smile dancing on his face, stepping into your vision, standing there for you to scan your eyes upon him. Hajime and Chiaki didn’t really object, but just wanted to see what would happen out of their own curiosity.

You observed him from your seat, as he said to do. The longer you looked at him, the more he just looked even more pretty than you thought he looked in the first place. His body was abnormally slim, making you wonder if he gets a proper amount of nutrition. You also noticed upon observing his features that his face fits perfectly within the four-division rule, which basically proves his face to be perfectly symmetrical. You also got a warm, sort of bubbly feeling when you looked into his eyes. It almost seemed as if they glowed a light, neon green. It was so enchanting...so-

“Pretty.” You said deadenly aloud, making everyone in the room so completely wide-eyed at your words, er, word. It was a surprise to them, to say the least.

“Uh...huh?” Nagito sounded, the tips of his ears darkening in a slight blush, not really knowing what to say.

“Oh, apologies. I was just thinking about your pretty eyes. Oh, yes, sorry. I think your eyes are very nice. Also, did you know that your face fits perfectly into the four-division rule, which is very hard to find naturally. I think modeling agencies would really like your face, though you look underweight...do you eat on a regular basis? If not, I can recommend some meals that are high in protein and low in fat in order for you to gain a healthy amount of weight and-” You rambled about your findings about the man in front of you, causing the darkening hue to spread from Nagito’s ears to his cheeks. A snort of laughter could be heard from Hajime, while Chiaki snickered into her arm, trying to conceal the noise.

“Ah...ahahah..uh, HAJIME, YOU MENTIONED AN IDEA JUST A BIT AGO! WOULD YOU MIND PUTTING IT INTO ACTION FOR US PLEASE!?” Nagito blurted out unexpectedly, making his way over to the “sideline” where the two others resided.

“I don’t remember making any idea, Nag-” Hajime said, just wanting to tease the lucky boy around some more.

“SH-SHUT UP! JUST DO SOMETHING!” Nagito slapped Hajime’s shoulder in embarrassment, causing Hajime to laugh at his successful teasing attempt.

“Okay, okay, I did have one idea I wanted to try. Though, I might need (Y/n) to take off their school sweater. Just for a moment. You can put it back on if you’re uncomfortable without it.” Hajime walked over to your seat, and steadily waited for the removal of your sweater vest.

“Oh, I honestly don’t mind. I trust you, Hajime.” You simply stated, carefully slipping the school sweater vest off of your form, and lazily plopping it down on the ground adjacent to you. Hajime then stepped a bit closer, fiddling with the ends of his shirt a little, a light blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Sorry, but...d-do you mind closing your eyes?” Hajime quickly stuttered out. You nodded, fluttering your eyes shut in obedience.

You felt Hajime’s presence close in on you. Closer and closer his presence got, making you go just a tad ridged, until you felt something.

It was as if feathers started to dance on the dips of your hips, causing you to squirm from the feeling. You weren't sure what was happening at first, but the more the feeling continued, the more you felt as if a gigglish sound was about to burst from your lips.

“Uh, I’m close, but I need more hands. Can someone- Ah, thanks Chiaki…”

It was when the other pair of hands started to skip across your skin that your lungs exploded. A loud, joyous laughter rang through the room, raspy and unused. The hands just kept on going, making your laughing increase even more, to the point where tears pricked at the edges of your eyes, making you open them out of pure instinct.

It was a weird sight, but you weren't surprised; it was what made you laugh out in delight. Hajime and Chiaki were tickling your sides, making your laughter return to your emotional memory. You haven’t heard the sound of your own cries of happiness in such an incredibly long time, that you knew you didn’t recognize it from the decade or so that it had been buried and locked away deep inside you. 

But here you were, laughing with the people you charised the most in that moment.

….

The room was at a standstill. Everyone was extremely overjoyed at your new emotional upbringing of happiness. It was amazing, and almost a miracle on how much you laughed and smiled, making you seem like a totally different person. It was to be celebrated about later, but things weren't nearly finished yet. Two more emotions still needed to be freed from within you, and finding the key to giving your feelings wings was difficult at that.

“I know exactly what will make her cringe!” Chiaki shot up from her thinking position, running to her console that was stuffed into her school bag. She pulled out the glossy pink electronic, powering it on, while simultaneously walking towards you.

“I will force you to watch a sim of Teruteru take a shower and make him woohoo with a ghost, making him have a ghost baby.” Chiaki stuck the screen up to your staring eyes. It was on what seemed like a digital Teruteru in a house, who was walking into the restroom of his abode. Once you saw that the character took off his clothes to bathe, you knew the threat wasn’t a farce like you thought it would be.

You honestly didn’t feel like witnessing something so...unnecessarily eerie and gross at the same time.

“Ew...”

That was all you said, scrunching your nose, and turning your head away from the screen as fast as possible to avoid from seeing such a monstrosity take place.

“Wow, that was...surprisingly simple! Such talent from an ultimate such as yourself, Chiaki!” Nagito praised the girl who willingly soaked it up like a proud child after getting a lollipop of accomplishment from the doctors office. You giggled unconsciously, astonishing yourself from the gesture, but you smiled, knowing that things might just return to how they once were in the past sooner rather than later.

“But, uh, can you actually have a ghost baby in that game?” Nagito questioned, and rightfully so, because you were coincidentally wondering the same exact thing. Chiaki darefuly glared into Nagito’s pale irises, signaling that she was dead serious, honest to God. Wow...must be quite the odd game she must be playing…

….    

“Can’t we just...skip the sad one? We already got the other two down.” Hajime asked, not wanting to see you in a gloomy state, especially since the sight of seeing you so vulnerable might break his heart into two.

“No way, Hajime! Everyone needs to bawl their eyes out at least one time in their life, right? Despair’s tears are needed in order to live a balanced emotional life!” Nagito exclaimed, a slightly crazed look twirling within his eyes, reflecting his love for the subject at hand.

Nagito skipped over to your form, leaning close to your stature. An innocent smile was stitched onto his face, though it was quite obvious that he had completely ulterior motives. He was going to make you complete this level, no matter what he had to do.  

“Just imagine, dear (Y/n), that you were blackmailed into killing me. What would you do?” His voice vibrated deep within your consciousness. It was a strange question, but it didn’t fail to make you feel incredibly uneasy. You looked down into your lap, thinking about your answer, for your response could affect the possible outcome.

“Report the threat to the police.” You simply said, because it was the truth. Putting a situation into more capable hands was the most logical thing to do. Wasn’t it?

“Oh, but it’s blackmail, is it not? You might get killed if you do such a naive thing...let me change the question for you, just to make things easier…” Nagito’s hand drifted to lightly grasp your chin, raising it up to make stern eye contact. His nimble fingers held onto the bottom of your chin, gently squeezing your cheeks inward, puckering your lips.

“How would you kill me?” The darkness in his voice didn’t even try to be hidden, for it scared your heart into beating out of it’s chest even faster than it was before. What kind of question is that? Why would he ask something like this, and to you, especially?

“I don’t want to answer.” was the only thing you could push past your lips, which has started twitching at the thought of the question given. Nagito’s smile downcasted, the disappointment evident on his face. His grip on your face grew tighter, tighter as his nails dug a little into your delicate skin. His hold on your cheeks was like his way of wanting you to spit out every single detail of your answer, wanting to know so desperately how you would murder him. 

You never wanted to answer that question, for you would never think about it in the first place. Nagito was someone you treasured, along with Hajime and Chiaki. The thought of seeing their own blood spill made you want to hurl everything on the floor, with the burning residue of stomach acid sizzling away at your throat.

“Tell me.” Was all he said, with shivering silence following straight after.

“No.” Your voice cracked. This was viewed as a terrible situation to be in. Never in such a long time have you felt this emotionally trapped. You were clueless on what you were feeling, but you knew that you never wanted to feel it again. You wanted to drown it, hoping it dies beneath much better emotions that you’ve resurfaced. But it never went away, only increasing, taking over all of your senses.

“Nagito, I think that’s enou-”

“Shut it.” Nagito sharply turned his head to face Chiaki, who had objectified.

Who was this? Was this the Nagito you’ve always gotten to know?

“You look like the poisoning type, in all honesty. Maybe you would slip it into my drink, or maybe just force it down my throat, none of which are bad choices. Maybe you would stay to watch scum like me convulsing on the floor, vomiting blood and mucus. What a pathetic way to go, wouldn’t it? You would have to live with the burden of my soul hovering over you for the rest of your life, wishing for yourself to be dead as well...What do you think? I bet you can do better than tha-”

“N-NO! P-please stop!” You screamed out, wanting the vivid picture in your mind to burn within a hellscape, never to be seen again. Your form was hiccuping and shrugging in sobs, wanting the images to go away. Nagito was your friend, and the vision of him laying in his own liquids and-

WHAM

“What the hell are you doing, Nagito?” Hajime fist has made contact with Nagito’s face, causing the boy to stumble back from the impact, his hand detaching from your face, leaving little red marks from the indentation of Nagito’s nails grounding themselves into your cheeks.

You started to shiver and shake, your heart so full of disturbance and sadness that you honestly just felt like dying. You wanted to go back to anything, anything that could be better than this feeling, but no matter how hard you tried, everything just kept on elevating. It was like a never ending hustle of feelings reaching over the brim, spilling over while also breaking the vessel.

Chiaki rushed over to your side, hugging you with all of her gentleness and consideration, patting down your hair in the most comforting way she could. Hajime went over and did a similar gesture, holding your hand, while bringing it into himself to embrace it. You don’t really know why he did, but Hajime lightly kissed the knuckles on the top of your hand, then once again bringing it into himself. 

Nagito just stood there, dazed at the sight he was beholding. He really wasn’t sure what he did wrong, because he did what he was supposed to do, right? Yet, the heavy guilt building up within his stomach begged to differ.

He shuffled up lightly to your slightly shaking frame. He then dropped to his knees, a thump sounding from the action. Carefully, he laid his head in your lap, while tenderly placing his arms around your lower body. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry you had to see that…” Nagito pleaded, his mumbling apologies verberated lightly from his mouth. You didn’t know what came over you, but you unsteadily placed your hands in his hair, patting it like you would with a delicate puppy. After a few seconds, you could feel a sudden dampness on your legs, and you could only guess it was Nagito’s down regretful tears. 

“It’s...okay...you were trying to help. I understand, so everything is okay.” Was all you said.

The four of you all gathered in that position for a while, with some people switching around to give you the ultimate care and affection. The rest of the time together was used as a break from your emotional journey, with all of you guys gathering up on the couch to watch as many Star Wars movies you could possibly watch within a certain time frame.

….

LEVEL 2: HUMAN INTERACTION

The four of you were in a restaurant that was one of the most popular places in town. The menu was expansive and expensive, and the desserts were rumored to be on par with one of the best confectionery institutes in the country.

Chiaki had helped you to get dressed for the occasion beforehand, wanting you to learn the basics of dress code and why it’s placed into different areas. You learned that in places that excel in wealth, status, as well as being full of influential people, were usually required of a dress code. Fancy, one could call it, was usually the status quote. Though, if it wasn’t those things, then you could basically wear whatever you wanted to unless stated otherwise. Interesting….

“I’ll be paying the bill today, in case anyone is wondering.” Nagito said, shifting his suit a bit to fix the minor details. His hair was up in what seemed to be a half ponytail, with the rest of his wild hair flowing downwards as per usual.

“Well, yeah, you kinda are the only one that can pay for this kinda thing…” Hajime rang out, checking his watch from underneath his white dress shirt sleeves. You really liked how the shirt fit Hajime, for it accentuated his slightly muscular chest a little more, as well as his smaller waist being hugged by his black dress pants and belt.

Chiaki sat next to you, a pink dress hugging her curves perfectly. Not too tight to a point where it made her uncomfortable, but it still made her figure known, which was a cute, hourglass figure. It was too bad that she hid herself underneath her hoodie most of the time, she honestly deserves to flaunt it more often from your perspective, but you still respected her personal conservatism when it came to her own body.

“So...what do I do now? I know this has to do with my social development. I think. Right?” You questioned, wanting to know what you needed to do in order to improve, and hopefully lead you to be more bearable during social activities.

“We were thinking just simple things for now, like ordering for us, calling over for the check, asking for refills, and that stuff. You’ll have plenty of opportunities to do so, and we’ll correct you on anything when needed.” Chiaki quickly explained, with you nodding along, signaling that you were indeed listening to her. 

“If (Y/n) is going to take our orders and give them to the waiter...then I guess i’ll have to tell you what I would like. A six ounce filet mignon with a caesar salad, please and thank you, dearest.” Nagito carefully listed off his order. You didn't really expect him to be a fan of steak, but you record the information with ease.

“Lobster and a side of soup for me.” Hajime smiled.

“I’ll have the french onion soup then. No side, I’m saving room for dessert!” Chiaki eagerly bounced in her seat, seeming to be quite excited for the treats this establishment would offer.

“Got it, then I’ll order just that, along with my food as well.” You confirmed the list in your head, just to double check, and once the waiter came around for the order, you did what you needed to do with ease. You were getting better, and that made everyone at the table extremely proud of your progression into becoming a better you.

“I want (Y/n) to practice in drama talk, I think that would be funny.” Chiaki commented, giggling at the suggestion. You figured “Drama talk” was just the spreading or finding of interesting rumors. You didn’t know that Chiaki was into that kind of thing, but it was quite humorous all in the same. 

“Hm, interesting. Well, what kind of things have you seen around the school that could fuel into this conversation, (Y/n)?” Hajime asked, resting his head on his propped-up hands.

Interesting….you couldn’t really think of anything right off the bat. You looked back into your memories to see if there was anything that could be of interest...until you found it.

 “I think I saw Kazuichi and Sonia walk into a cafe two days ago.” You attempted to spark something interesting, and apparently it worked, because Chiaki went absolutely feral at your comment.

“No. Way. I don’t believe it, are you sure it was actually them!?” Chiaki hollered, eyes sparkling out of a childlike curiosity. 

“I’m almost positive, there’s only a few people I know that have pink hair, and another with blonde locks that reach to their ankles.” You confirmed, making even Hajime and Nagito’s attention draw into the topic. It seems as if they weren’t really expecting it either. It was funny how both of their eyes blew up all of a sudden, as if you said something completely ridiculous.

“Is it...really that unbelievable?” you asked, genuinely wanting an answer. You kind of were seeing it all along, though it was merely one sided at first, like, really one sided. Eventually you expected them to hook up somewhere in between.

“I don’t really know him very well since we don’t really share the same class but I’ve heard from Chiaki that he can be a bit…” Hajime tried to search for the words, as if he wanted to pick something out of the dictionary that is not as offensive as he wanted it to be.

“Hyperactive with a dash of a perverted young teen.” Nagito finished bluntly. He wasn’t wrong, but you believe that he could be a grown man...sometimes. 

Alright, maybe not as much as what was ideal, but still.

“Oh my god I still can’t believe this is happening…” Chiaki was sitting there, looking like she was a woman in her thirties experiencing her first midlife crisis. You figured you succeeded in the drama department...or maybe you had said too much.

….

The night ended off extremely profitable to your social skills, and to your stomach. You learned correct table mannerisms, as well as waiter manners and gestures from the three of your friends. Not to mention that you have never tasted anything more delightful than the multitude of desserts that Nagito had ordered for the table. Although he wanted to get the whole dessert menu, he knew that the proportions could probably not fit all on the table, so he just got what he believed to be the best five deserts. And let’s just say that you and Chiaki were having a ball with all of them, while Hajime and Nagito were sharing a lava cake with vanilla ice cream, in their own little conversation. 

You and Chiaki felt like you couldn’t walk, and truth be told, you two actually couldn’t. It was so funny that Nagito probably busted a lung, and Hajime chuckled profusely while helping the two of you hobble out of the restaurant with your full bellies.

All of you had an eventful sleepover after that, with all of you falling asleep on each other while watching the Home Alone series. All of you passed out after the first movie, because it was boring compared to the first one. Nothing could ever beat the first one.

Once everyone woke up the next morning, apparently Nagito had prepared another lesson for you, wanted everyone to join and participate, for this one was “Special” compared to the other ones.

You don’t really know how it happened, but now you were stuck on the couch of Nagito’s house, being lectured about a topic you honestly didn’t know that much. Well, other than the movie’s that you’ve watched about it.

LEVEL 3: ROMANCE

“I think we can all agree that (Y/n) here will definitely get asked out dozens of times throughout their lives, wouldn’t you say?” Nagito stated, as if it was an obvious fact that everyone in the world should know.

“I mean, yeah. I really wouldn’t be surprised if she got asked out a few times.” Hajime replied, trying his best to be as nonchalant as possible, though the light blush on his face was quite evident in that moment alone. You never got to see his face as flushed as it was very often. And it was amazingly amusing.

“Therefore, I propose we teach her the swooning basics! Romantic gestures, if you were to frame it that way.” Nagito spread his arms out, as  if he were a ruling king among a giant kingdom. 

You were a bit dumbfounded by the idea, purely because of the fact that Nagito, of all people, came up with this idea. You will admit that you were completely inept when it came to anything close to romance or love, but that doesn’t really mean that you weren’t open to trying to be in a relationship. Though, you don’t really know what to do if that circumstance ever were to pass.

“Wait, are you sure that they’ll even be comfortable with this? This is some intimate stuff we’re talking about.” Chiaki chimed in, proving a point. You have heard about some actions that only lovers do, and you honestly didn’t really want to practice them, based on the descriptions that those actions beheld.

“As long as it’s nothing overboard, I don’t see the harm.” You confirmed, wanting to let everyone know that you’re ready for probably one of your toughest challenges yet. Or not. Who knows?

“Wonderful! Now, where to start...suggestions, anyone?” Nagito looked into the mere three person crowd he had going on, pointing at a Hajime who had raised his hand. When did this suddenly become a classroom scenario?

“Well, we should probably think about what couples do, right? Like, I dunno, holding hands and hugging. Things like that, right?” Hajime indicated, listing off the activities with his fingers.

“Perfect! Well, you know what to do then…” Nagito went over to Hajime, nudging him a little bit towards you. He rolled his eyes in response, seeming to be tired of Nagito’s antics of teasing and prodding.

“I...guess I’ll try…” Hajime murmured, picking himself up from the couch, then plopping himself closer to you. You turned to look into his eyes, which had quickly darted away from your own, a spreading red blooming onto his cheeks.

“Well, I guess I’ll teach you how to, uh, hold hands first.” Hajime stated, nervousness evident in his voice. You could hear Chiaki giggle in amusement from her spot on the couch, along with a chortling Nagito, who was snickering through his toothy smile.

“Usually,” Hajime began, “Couples hold each other's hands like this.” He softly took your hand into his own, intertwining his fingers to fit the spaces inbetween yours like a perfect fit to a puzzle piece. It was cheesy to just think about it, but it honestly felt like it belonged there, and it made your chest begin to feel warm, resembling hot coals within a fireplace.

“People can do this basically whenever, like when they're walking together, laying down with each other, and some people even do it when they, uh, sleep with one another. But either way, it feels nice, doesn’t it?” Hajime inquired, lifting up your tangled-up fingers, smiling kindly. The whole thing was so incredibly comforting and sweet, making you face unconsciously heat up. You’ve only blushed a few times in your life, and half of those times you had no clue you were even blushing, but now, you were pretty damn sure your face was as red as a freshly picked strawberry. 

“‘Oh, yeah. You can also do this, I think this is kinda a common thing too.” Hajime then undid the bond of the two hands, gently putting his own hand underneath yours. With his thumb, he dragged it back and forth across the top of your hand, making your heart leap from the gesture.

“Woah, Hajime, you really know your stuff, don’t you?” Chiaki pestered, giggling herself into even higher spirits. Hajime huffed out in an embarrassed annoyance. Can he just...have this moment for a god forsaken minute?

“Can...can I try?” You suddenly spoke, causing Hajime the look up in attentive stature. He let go of your hand, but still left it pretty close to your dominant one.

“Of course, you’re the student here, after all. So, go ahead.” Hajime then offered his hand, leaving it suspended in the air, waiting for you to reciprocate.

You nervously approved his hand with yours, your heart beating so hard up against the inside of your chest, that you were partially convinced that it was begging for an escape. You then shakily intertwined your fingers, causing Hajime to reciprocate your hold. Your hand was probably clammy from all of your apprehension, but Hajime looked pleased with what you had achieved.

“Look at that, all by yourself, huh? Look at you go.” Hajime chuckled, playfully gripping tighter onto your hand, then started to shake it around lightly, making you laugh a little from the gesture.

It was strange, but you really wanted to know what it was like to hold Nagito and Chiaki’s hands as well...maybe it was just your brain’s curiosity kicking in, or maybe it was the yearning that your heart was reaching out for. You didn’t know, so you let the feeling flourish, letting it be.

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“And how in the world is Nagito good at anything romantic again?” Hajime exclaimed, making Nagito mock offence from the comment, then wickedly laughed it off. Chiaki shrugged her shoulders, rolling her eyes a bit, wanting her point to be shown through.

“You can’t deny that he’s pretty creative when it comes to names.” Chiaki explained, “He’s probably the most qualified person here if we’re going to teach them about pet names.” She turned her head to the lucky boy in question, who was playing with one of his bottom curls with his index finger, twirling it around, then releasing it in a transfixing way.

“Hm? Oh, well if I could be of some use...then of course I’ll do it for our little sunflower!” Nagito seemed to brighten the room a few levels of hues with merely his speech alone.

“Ok, well I see what you mean now…” Hajime mumbled into Chiaki’s ear, causing her to puff up in pride.

Nagito seated himself next to you, making himself comfortable. He gestured for you to do the same, wanting for you to be relaxed while he did his wordy magic.

“I’m honestly not the best for something like this, with me being a piece of lonely trash and all, but I’ll try to introduce you to some ‘Pet Names’ your future lover might bestow upon you. Better yet, you could use these to give to your lover yourself, which is also a fine option.” Nagito seemed to fully lean his weight onto the couch, closing his eyelids, and sighing out in a relaxed bliss.

“Hmmm...a common one is baby, babydoll, or even the bland bae are all some simple ones. They’re calling you cute, like a giddy child, but personally those are quite the lazy names, in my opinion…” Nagito chuckled.

 So...getting basically called a kid by your lover means that they think you're cute? That confused you...because you didn’t really like the idea of you being compared to a child on the cuteness spectrum. It seemed wrong...but you got why others would enjoy it.

“These one’s I enjoy more, they’re all based on sweet foods, indicating you’re, well, sweet. Or maybe just scrumptious in your own way...Anyway, people can say honey, cupcake, buttercup, and probably a lot more.” His hands started to sway around him, aiding him in his explanation.

You could call someone a sweet-tasting food and they’ll be flustered from the complement? That sounds simple enough.

“Ah, we still have so much more, I could go on forever…” Nagito exhaled, smiling, seeming to be experiencing a lot of inner peace in that moment.

“No, please continue. This is interesting to me, and I’m also learning a lot!” You proclaimed, curious for more. Nagito just snickered, moving on with his long list of names.

“People sometimes like to nickname after animals. The ones that are known to be small or cute, like bunny, bambi, kitten, and my personal favorite, dove. So pretty, is it not? Naming your lover after the bird that represents inner peace, and the bringer of love…”

You nodded and hummed in agreement, even though he couldn’t see you with his eyes closed. The fact that humans named other humans based off of animals for the sake of endearment made sense, but you hoped it didn’t get too extreme, or was used in offensive language... 

“What one’s do you like the most?” You asked, to Nagito’s surprise. He had to stop and think for a moment, as if he was about to prepare himself what he was about to say.

“I’m...picky. I like names that are meaningful, yet roll off the tongue just right. Though, I also want my partner to be comfortable with the name as well. It’s hard to pinpoint a single one but...maybe it would have to be between love, or precious. They’re simple...but for some reason it makes my heart feel warm.” Nagito put his hand to his chest, humming in satisfaction from his own touch.

“Hmmm….I think if I wanted to give you a pet name Nagito, I think it would be…” You sat in thought, furrowing your brows to think of something endearing your can say to the hopeless romantic.

“Ah, now there’s no need for tha-”

“Flower.”

“Huh?” Nagito opened his eyes to look at you, staring into your thoughtful orbs.

“Like a dandelion, because when you blow on it to make a wish, then it comes true. So I think it matches well.” You tried to break down your reasoning, but it just left Nagito more confused, and not to mention more flustered.

“I...don’t really seem to understand really.” Nagito shifted around on the couch as a sort of a nervous tick. It was obvious to even you that the way his eyes flickered around like someone in a frantic state indicated much apprehension.

“It’s because you're the flower that made my wishes come true.” You stated, smiling at the boy who started to radiate steam from his ears, seemingly not able to take anymore of the emotional turmoil.

In the end, Hinata had to lay him down on the couch for a while, while Chiaki pulled out a bag of frozen peas to place on Nagito’s burning cheeks, who was mumbling something along the lines of “I’m so lucky…” like a crazy mantra.

You just watched it all go down, while also using the term “Flower” in sentences out loud, honestly not helping with Nagito’s heart, which was out of control.  

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“So...I have to teach you how to cuddle, right? Well that’s easy. Boys, get off this couch. It’s cuddle time. ” Chiaki blatantly said, though she did keep that pretty smile on her face at all times. Your knowledge on cuddling was limited, but you did it a couple times as a whole group, so that counts...probably.

“Lay down so we can get started, okay?” Chiaki gently said, laying herself down on the couch, opening her arms to you, inviting you into her seemingly warm embrace. You eminently fell into her arms, your head nuzzling unintentionally into her chest. She giggled at your actions, obviously enjoying herself. 

Hajime and Nagito, not really knowing what to do, just sat down together in a large cushioned recliner, the both of them leaning back into the chair, bodies pressed up against each other. Nagito had grabbed a book beforehand, so he took this time to simply enjoy his novel. Hajime, being curious and bored, kept on bugging Nagito with questions about the book, which Nagito honestly didn’t mind him doing.

“Ok, let’s start with the common stuff, little spoon or big spoon?” Chiaki said, holding up the number two on her fingers to indicate the options that she had just listed. You had no idea what she had just ment. Spoons? Like, soup spoons? Or ice cream spoons? Your mind was rushing with questions, and Chiaki snickered lightly from your inquisitive irises, knowing how perplexed she had made you.

“Sorry, you’re probably confused, so I’ll just show you.” She shifted herself so that she was facing away from you, so that all you could see was her back. She then wiggled closer to you from that angle, so that her spine was pushed up lightly against your chest. You just laid there, rigid in not knowing what to do with your arms, which were tense from Chiaki’s actions. 

“Wrap your arms around me. Don’t be shy, I’ll tell you if you’re doing something wrong.” She said, waiting for your embrace to bestow itself around her.

Humming in agreement, you used your arms to comfortably wrap itself around Chiaki’s dipped waist, instinctively pulling her closer to you. The pink-haired girl had mumbled from the movement, but then stuck up a little thumbs up to you, indicating that you did everything perfectly.

The two of you stayed in that position for a while, getting comfy from each other's radiating warmth. It was something so peaceful, that it filled your heart with an unknown bliss. You wanted to stay like this forever, but you knowing that it had to end eventually made you feel just a bit of disappointment.

“M’kay..les’ do another one.” She finally spoke, sleepiness obvious within her voice, making you smile a bit. She turned over to you, then started to shove your shoulder lightly with her palm.

“Go on your back…I’m gonna lay on you.” She murmured, pushing you down on your back, and shifting her form onto your chest. Her head was snuggled into your neck, while her arm lazily laid on your abdomen. What surprised you about the position is the fact that Chiaki’s leg had tossed itself over to drape over your lower body. It was as if she was just a baby, clingy koala who wanted their nap time to begin already...actually, this was exactly that, Chiaki was definitely a cute, sleepy koala who just wanted to snooze.

“This is the sweetheart’s cradle...you make a good pillow…” Chiaki mumbled into your neck, making the area feel hot from how flustered you were. Yet, it was so incredibly soothing, that you just wanted to just...rest here until the day you died. You weren't even exaggerating either, because if you were to die like this, you definitely would be the happiest person on earth, and definitely the most snug corpse out there by a longshot.

“Can...can the other’s join too?” You managed to mutter, causing Chiaki to slightly stick her head up.

“Mhm...you’re lucky this couch is big…” she answered, then turned her head to the two boys, who were bickering about the protagonist from Nagito’s book.

“(Y/n) wants you guys to join, come on...don’t keep me and them cold and waiting.”

From that point forward, nothing could compare from the warmth of all three of the people that meant the most to you. The warmth of family...the warmth of true friends...and the warmth of love, all sang such a bright song in your heart, helping you to finally find yourself again. The hardened plaster covering your emotional bank had cracked, leaving the feelings to leak free for the first time in a decade.

And with that layer of facade broken by the people you grew to love the most, you couldn't have wanted it any other way. It would always be them to break down your walls. It would always be them that lead you down the path to find the you you’ve always been searching for. And it would always be them that provided you with the love that you’ve missed out on in life. 

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The Next Day

[Oneshot/Imagine]

Pairing: Nagito Komaeda x Reader

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Summary: The day after you visited Komaeda, you felt a bit weak but you still managed to go to school and visit Komaeda once again.

Warning: Grammar errors, swearing,

Genre: Fluff,

Keys:

Y/n- your name, L/n- last name, F/f- favorite food,

A/n: I’m so sorry for not posting in over a month! (Except the bnha incorrect quote I just posted few days ago.) I just don’t have much motivation to write lately and I’ve also been stressed with school works.

Reader: Neutral

Click here to see the other part(s) - Part 1 - Part 2 (Here) - Part 3

Made by: ??? (Please tell me who owns the art so I could credit them!)

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“Achoo!” You sneezed. “Are you okay, Y/n? Do you need to go to the nurse?” Yukizome asked, worriedly. You panicked and told her you’re fine and that you didn’t need to go to the nurse. “It’s just a bit chilly here... No worries... Haha...” The others gave you skeptical looks but shrugged it off nevertheless.

“Okay... But if you’re sick just tell me so you could take a rest ‘kay?” You nodded, quickly covering your mouth when you almost sneezed again. ‘This is going to be a long day..’ You sighed to yourself.

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It was finally break. You took your water bottle and took a gulp of water, since you were thirsty. “Woah, calm down! You’re going to choke if you continue doing that!” Mahiru exclaimed. You obliged and separated your lip to the bottle, making a small ‘pop’ noise and a small gasp from you.

“Sorry, I’m just thirsty. That’s all.” You let out an awkward laugh as you looked away from her in embarrassment. She placed her hands on her hips, making a small frown. “You visited Komaeda didn’t you? That’s why you’re sick.” You looked at her then nodded “I’m not sick though.” You murmured, but she didn’t hear it. She groaned. “Ugh, I should’ve told you to stay away from him for the time being instead.. He’s ill.”

“Well... I did help his fever go down a bit. I’ll visit him later today.” You said, letting out a small sneeze again. “Sorry...”

She sighed. “You’re going to get sick, Y/n. How about you visit him tomorrow instead? He’ll probably feel better.” You shook your head. Mahiru frowned at your response. “I agree. We can’t risk having another sick classmate...” Peko suddenly chimed in. “Peko?” You shrieked, jumping a little from your seat. “Ah sorry to surprise you. I just couldn’t help but listen to the conversation you both were having.” She admitted, bowing.

She regained her posture and looked at you. “I’m sure Nagito is fine. He has butlers and maids taking care of him. You can just talk to him in the phone if you’d like.” Peko suggested.

“That isn’t enough though...” You murmured, looking down at your desk. Then looking back at them with hope. “But don’t worry about me! I’ll be fine. I’m practically immune to sickness!” You exclaimed like a child. You heard Fuyuhiko scoff. “As if.” He murmured loud enough for you to hear. How many people are listening to your conversation?

“We’re worried about you! I mean- I guess we’re worried about him too.. I think... But I think he’s fine! As Mahiru said, You could visit him tomorrow!” Kazuichi exclaimed. You (and Mahiru) gave him a deadpanned look. ‘What the- how many people are listening to the conversation?!’ You screamed internally, visibly confused.

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This time, you went home and changed instead of going to Komaeda’s house first. You changed your clothes to something comfortable and ate a snack. You while you ate your snack, you went to messages and messaged Komaeda.

3:42PM ~Today~

You: Hey Nagito! You online?

Komaeda immediately answered as soon you hit send.

3:42PM ~Today~

Nagito: Yea! Is school done already?

You: Yep, How are you? Feeling better?

Nagito: Well.. I’m less sick than yesterday. Thank you for taking care of me yesterday.

You: No problem! I’ll be going there later, is that alright?

You patiently waited for Komaeda’s response. ‘He’s taking a lot of time..’ You mumbled, a bit impatient.

3:43PM ~Today~

Nagito: Are you sure? I’m still sick. I’m sure you have some symptoms too... If you are getting sick, I’d advise you to go stay at your home. You might collapse.

You: I’m fine Nagito! I’m not sick. I’m immune to sickness! Don’t worry! Now can I pleeasee go there?

Nagito: Hmm... Fine, I’ll tell my butler your coming alright? See you later!

You: Yay! See you later!

3:46PM ~Today~

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Komaeda’s POV:

He chuckled at your childish behavior. He was worried that you might get sick, but he didn’t want to decline and make you sad. He kinda admits that he misses you. Komaeda called his butler and informed him that you were coming here again.

The butler nodded then left with the same expression. He looked outside the window, gazing at the view he had from his room as he impatiently waits for you.

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Your POV:

You immediately ate the last bits of your snack and cleaned your place. You changed your clothes again and took your phone with you before going out. You went outside and locked the door then sprinting to Komaeda’s house. In the middle of running to his house, you tripped on nothing. You let out a small ‘oof’ as you regained your posture and continuing to run.

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3 minutes later, you’re finally in front of Komaeda’s home. Ringing the doorbell, the butler who you saw yesterday greeted you once again. “Good to see you again Madam/Sir L/n. Master expected you to come today.” The butler let you in the house.

“Good to see you too. Is Nagito feeling better today?” You asked, your eyes on the floor in front of you. “Yes, apparently minutes after you left, his fever went down a little.” The butler answered. You covered your mouth and let out a small sneeze. You froze in embarrassment. The butler heard you sneeze and looked at you concerned.

“Are you okay Madam/Sir L/n? Oh my, did you get sick?” The butler asked, slowly walking towards you. You raised a hand, making him come to a halt. “I- I’m f-ine. I’m fine... Just a small sneeze, It’s nothing.. It’s nothing...!” The butler gave you a skeptical look but nodded.

Once you both were in front of Komaeda’s room, the butler opened the door for you. You went in the room and thanked him. The butler nodded then closed the door soon after. You were immediately greeted by Komaeda smiling at you.

“Your finally here! How are you, Y/n? Are you still healthy?”

“I was supposed to say that, But I’m fine. How are you feeling?”

“I’m getting better. Still sick, but it’s better than yesterday..” You sat down on the edge of his bed and looked at him. He looked back at you, giving a small smile. You both stared at each other for a few seconds before you broke it with a groan.

“This is boring! I have no idea what to do today!”

“I’m sorry if I bore you this much I-”

“This isn’t about you Nagito!” You assured. “Are you sure?-” “Yes!” You quickly answered. “It’s just so boring today! What do you want to do?” You asked him. He looked down and began to think of what to do. “Hm. Wanna play the video game you like? We haven’t played it for a while now. I still have it somewhere here.”

“Yes please!” You stood up. “So..! Where is it?!” You looked around. Komaeda pointed to a cabinet and said “It’s somewhere there. The top one maybe?” You nodded and went to the cabinet in excitement. You opened the cabinet and began checking the places.

After a while, you finally found it. “Here it is!” You exclaimed, showing it to Komaeda. He giggled as he watched you set the game. After you finished setting the game, you took two controllers and gave one to Komaeda.

“You want me to play with you?”

“Of course!”

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In the middle of playing, you suddenly let out a sneeze. You immediately covered your mouth as Komaeda’s eyes snapped from the tv to you. “Are you sick?” He asked sternly. You didn’t respond. You only looked away in embarrassment. “Are. You. Sick?” He asked once again, his tone serious with a mix of concern. “I’m fine.” You finally answered. “Just a small sneeze, that’s all. No need to worry Nagito.” You lightly hit his arm in a joking manner.

You looked at the game and continued playing. “Just, forget that okay? I’m fine no worries. Let’s just continue playing.” Komaeda sighed and played the game once more, glancing at you every now and then in worry.

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After a few hours, you both finally finished playing. You turned off the game and placed the game and controllers back to where you found it despite Komaeda told you he can do it himself.

“Come on Y/n, I’m not that sick anymore. Let me just do this for you for everything you’ve done since yesterday!” Komaeda insisted a bit too late, since you already finished. “Too late, Nagito. Next time maybe.”

He pouted at you but nodded. “Are you hungry?” Komaeda asked you, feeling hungry himself. “Kinda, Yea..” You nodded, your stomach grumbled soon after you answered. “I’ll ask them to make us food. What do you want to eat?”

“I’ll take f/f, if that’s fine.”

He hummed and called his maids to bring him food you both wanted. The maids nodded and bowed then left, making the food.

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You both were on his desk eating (since he insisted it, he didn’t want the bed to be messy, and you to be uncomfortable.). “So..” You grumbled, chewing your food. “I have to leave soon, How was this day for you? Fun? Boring?” You asked, taking a bite of your food after. You stared at him as you wait for his answer.

“It was fun. Anywhere with you is fun.” He said, murmuring the last part. Half hoping you had heard it. Sadly, you didn’t. Your current emotion was still the same like seconds ago. He faintly frowned at the indifference but pushed the feeling down.

“I’m glad!” You exclaimed.

Silence quickly took over the room and tension slowly rises. You swore you could hear your heart beating in a fast pace.

...

“Uhm, so....”

“Uhuh?...”

Nervous, you looked at the clock and your eyes widened. “It’s getting late!” You immediately stood up, Komaeda tried to grab your arm to slow you down. But it was too late since you ran to the door and left.

He lowered his hand, staring at the door. Komaeda heard footsteps and saw you. “Almost forgot, Bye!” Then you left again. He sighed, not daring to chase you. Until he saw your phone on his bed.

“But your phone?..” He mumbled as he saw you wave and run to your home. He was going to shout for you to stop but he was too late. The window he was supposed to open was slammed shut and he had problems opening it by his own. ‘I’ll call someone to repair this tomorrow..’ Komaeda thought.

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You ran to your home, panting. ‘Gosh, I should exercise more often.’ You thought, opening the door to your house and entering it. You went to your couch and sat there for a few minutes, feeling that you have forgetting something. “Eh.” You shrugged. “It’s probably nothing.” You said as you tried to find your phone.

“Oh no... Ugh damn it...” You groaned as you finally noticed that your phone was gone. “It’s too late.. I’ll just go to Nagito’s tomorrow...” You added as you went to another room.

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Komaeda’s POV:

He stared at his hand that have your phone. He called one of his butlers/maids to his room. Not long after, a knock was heard then the door opened showing a butler/maid. “Please call Y/n’s house and tell them that their phone’s here with me.” Komaeda ordered. The butler/maid bowed in respect then left.

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Your POV:

You were taking a shower, oblivious that someone was trying to call you. You were too distracted on the sound of the water dropping to the floor, calming you down.

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Komaeda’s POV:

The butler/maid didn’t got a response when they tried to call you for the fourth time. They sighed, walking to Komaeda’s room and telling him that you didn’t answer. “Ah I see.... I’ll just give this to Y/n tomorrow. They’ll visit me if I stay here a bit longer, or I’ll just give them to school tomorrow since I’m fine now right?”

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Your POV:

After showering, you felt sick. You were on your living room floor coughing. You felt dizzy. “Augh, I didn’t know that I’m actually sick..” You mumbled. You tried to get up with something near you and slowly went to the kitchen to grab a snack and a glass of water. You drank the water in one gulp and refilled the water for later. Then you went to your room, laying on your bed.

‘I hope I could go to school tomorrow.. Being sick sucks when it’s at it’s worst..’ You said to yourself before drifting to sleep.

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Nightmares - a comfort fic

The hurt/comfort komahina fic no one asked for 😌

Now with

✨breathing exercises✨

As much as Hinata Hajime tried, he couldn't remove his traumatized friends' nightmares. He would have to delete their memories, which he didn't want to do at all.

... but as he saw Komaeda wake up sobbing at 1:47 am, he wished he could just take it away from him.

"Want to talk about it, Pumpkin?"

The fragile boy held onto Hinata as if he was his lifeline.

The brunette didn't mind, he held Komaeda as well, rubbing his back in a comforting manner.

That was Komaeda's favourite pet name by far. Hinata always used it when he wanted the other to calm down, and it helped the lucky student get out of his head.

Sometimes your own head is your biggest demon, after all.

"Hinata-kun, I d-don't..."

The brunette furrowed his brows. As much as he wanted to tell Komaeda how wrong that was, he had to be gentle now.

Which wasn't really much effort, just something to keep in mind.

"You do. You deserve my care."

Komaeda seemed to be hit by those words in all the right places as he sobbed more, he could hardly believe Hinata even loved him - by this point, even he couldn't deny it...

That didn't mean it wasn't difficult for Komaeda to accept genuine care.

Except his parents and some doctors (including the nurse,  Mikan), he can't remember the last time someone was willing to take care of him without any hidden intentions.

"Shh, I've got you. You're okay. We're okay."

Hinata didn't know what exactly Komaeda had that nightmare about, so he hoped he was saying the right words.

And somehow, he usually was.

The white haired boy noticed this ability of his, and couldn't place it anywhere.

One day he even asked Hinata about it.

"How do you always know what to say?"

It was a rhetorical question, but Komaeda was genuinely curious.

He didn't even mean it as a compliment, just wanted to ask Hinata.

... the brunette blushed heavily at the sudden question, obviously taking it as a compliment.

And upon seeing that smile, that flustered face, the lucky student made sure to act like that was his intention... it wasn't at first, but now it sort-of became that.

"H-Hinata-kun..."

"Follow my breathing, okay? You needn't speak."

Komaeda held him tight, burying his face in the brunette's chest.

In turn, Hinata was stroking his back, and ruffling his hair on occasions.

The pale boy gave him a swift nod.

Hinata was always worried about Komaeda, although there were levels of that.

Whenever his boyfriend was upset, his breathing became frantic; Hinata is used to helping him with different methods.

The usual method is the 478, meaning breathe in for 4 seconds, keep it in for 7, and breathe out slowly in 8.

That usually helped Hinata with reducing the threat of his own panic attacks, and he was glad to know he also helped Komaeda with this.

Trying to regulate the lucky student's breathing, Hinata followed the technique.

Having Komaeda on his chest, having him listening to his own heartbeat and feeling how his chest raised and dropped made it three times more efficient than usual.

You can always scroll away, but I want to teach you something :)

          🌺How to battle anxiety ft.🌺

🌺 Hajime Hinata🌺

We're going to inhale for 4 seconds, keep the air inside

for 7 seconds, then exhale for 8 seconds.

I like this technique! But you can always skip to the end of this intermission.

So if you're ready, join me!

Sloooowly breathe in...

Just concentrate on your breathing. Nothing else.

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Feel how the air flows inside your lungs, and also breathe into your abdomen too.

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Now keep the fresh air in. It might help if you put one of your hands over your heart to hear it beating too.

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You're doing great.

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Really proud of you :)

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Aaaand exhale slowly.

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Now the air is slowly flowing out from your lungs...

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Through your mouth...

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Into your space.

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Yay!

I'm really proud of you.

Thanks for being brave :)

Are you feeling a little calmer now?

Well, it's normal if you don't, you gotta do it a couple times.

"Thank you, Hinata-kun."

  🌺How to battle anxiety ft. 🌺

🌺Hajime Hinata🌺

Soon enough, Komaeda was calming down.

Repeating the breathing exercise helped him slow his heartbeat down, he wasn't shaking anymore, and after some further deep breaths, he squeezed Hinata gently by the sides.

He whispered out to the brunette.

Hinata moved himself a little bit, so he could reach over to his boyfriend, and plant a tender kiss onto his forehead.

"You're more than welcome, Pumpkin."

Komaeda nuzzled against Hinata, he loved cuddling him.

He loved holding him, as strange as that was to him.

When it comes to Komaeda Nagito, he could only dream about someone holding him so carefully, so... tender.

As if he himself was precious and special to someone... and he was.

He was special to Hinata Hajime, and the brunette would let him know that a thousand times if needed.

"We should probably sleep now, Hajime. I'm sorry to keep us up so late..."

Hinata shook his head.

"I don't mind at all, so don't apologize, please."

"A-all right... love you."

Komaeda moved the blanket over the both of them a little more. Now that he calmed down and his temperature regulated, he felt a little cold.

Hinata noticed, and he held him tighter in his embrace.

"I love you too, Nagito."