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[sammylbir]

Love Hotel Rewritten: Tenko Chabashira

Tenko: ...............

Shuichi:..........(Every time I come here, I play the role of their "ideal." Like some shared fantasy. But Tenko hates men... What am I getting myself into?)

Tenko: Brother Shuichi!

Shuichi: Ah!

Tenko: I must congratulate you! *smiles* You finished your final exam and you are worthy of calling yourself, a true aikido master!

Shuichi: Wait.....What?

Tenko: Why do you act so confused? *frowns* You just beat me, your superior and therefore, you are now an aikido master. You trained a lot for this, didn't you?!

Shuichi: (Ah...so I trained under her...) I see.....Well thank you, Chabashira-San.

Tenko: Always so polite and respectful...To think that I once prayed on your downfall....

Shuichi: Downfall? *is perplexed*

Tenko: ........When you first came to train under me, I hated the idea of a boy working under me...Which is why at first, I tried to be as strict as possible, so you can quit and run away! *glares*

Shuichi: Ru....Run away?! (That sounds like Tenko, alright...)

Tenko: But....you didn't. I put you through so much, yet you still carried on....You really were determined to learn from me....and you were respectful and polite, while not being afraid to say your mind....Brother Shuichi. *looks serious* I am deeply sorry for how I treated you.

Shuichi: Ah, it's fine-

Tenko: It's not!

Shuichi: !

Tenko: Before I met you, I thought all boys were the worst. Lazy, gross, impolite.....I thought I'd need to exterminate all the boys, but...*shakes head* Murder is not befitting for a practitioner of Neo-Aikido. I shall take my experiences with you in mind, when I train new boys. To rid them off their degeneracy and...*smiles*...so they can reach their full potential. Like you, Brother Shuichi.

Shuichi: (Tenko.......she.....I never seen that wise side of her.....)

I....am not mad at you, Chabashira-San. I am just glad that I was able to help you, just as you were able to help me.

Tenko: Thank you. *smiles, before glaring* Now, don't take this lightly! Because you are a master, you will also train the new recruits. And do not dare slack off Brother Shuichi or else, I shall not be happy! Hiyaah! *does a fighting stance*

Shuichi: Heh.....I understand, Chabashira-Sa-

Tenko: Please. Call me Sister Tenko. *smiles* We are equals now.

Now, let's spread Neo Aikido!

The End

[ushnuu]

Relationships: Saihara Shuichi/Everyone, Amami Rantaro/Momota Kaito Characters: Saihara Shuichi, Momota Kaito, Amami Rantaro, Iruma Miu, Gokuhara Gonta, New Dangan Ronpa V3 Ensemble Additional Tags: Hotel Kumanami | Hotel Kumasutra, Killing Game Was A Virtual Reality Simulation (Dangan Ronpa), Post-New Dangan Ronpa V3, Minor Iruma Miu/Saihara Shuichi, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Amami Rantaro, Crack Treated Seriously, Anxious Saihara Shuichi, Iruma Miu's Dirty Mouth, gratuitous copy-pasting from the love hotel transcripts lol, Minor Gokuhara Gonta/Saihara Shuichi, Bisexual Saihara Shuichi, Gokuhara Gonta Uses Regular Speech Patterns, i never thought i'd use that tag but it seems fitting for post-game VR simulation Gonta, Danganronpa Rarepair Week 2024 Summary:

Months after the season 53 finale, Shuichi thinks that he's left Danganronpa in the past. That is, until someone leaks the Hotel Kumasutra footage onto the internet.

Day 6: found footage

@dr-rarepair-week-blog

[my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda]

Kokichi's fantasy: trolling Shuichi and then leaving

Or maybe, plot twist, this was Shuichi's fantasy all along! xD

[dangan-kagura]

Confession: I think fans forget that if Kaede was to stay as the protagonist, she would be the one to experience the Love Suite Events and I’m not sure if fans can handle that.

[2stregafangirl]

My idea for a Excalibur x Death love hotel event is basically Death praising Excalibur/Time for being such a good and submissive son and he promises to spend more time with him, of course with sexual undertones to make it more spicy.

[candiso-p640]

(Ruben's Birthday) March 7th

RubEdd Love Hotel event

Edd: *I heard that everytime you go here, you're supposed to play out the other's fantasy... Ruben's fantasy, no clue what that's like.*

...

Ruben: "Sleep."

Edd: "What-"

Ruben: "You heard me, we get on the bed and we Sleep."

Edd, Thinking: *Oh, so in his fantasy; Ruben wants to sleep. Ok.*

*I had to climb into bed with Ruben.*

*We lay down in it with blankets covering everything except for our chests.*

*Ruben instantly fell asleep...*

*I could only lie awake, not knowing that Ruben's arm was around my waist.*

Edd: "Ah!"

*I yelped as I was dragged closer by Ruben. He wasn't asleep this whole time?*

*I can feel myself blush a lot, as I felt Ruben hug my lower abdomen tightly.*

Ruben: "Edd, from the moment I saw you- I started to have this desire for companionship, to be near you."

Edd: "..."

Ruben: "This desire has consumed me, that is why I want to be close to you."

Edd: "It's ok, Ruben. We can be together."

*We fall asleep, together.*

...

[genoskissors]

Daily Danganronpa Fun Fact #249

Himiko says “Nyeh” or some variation of it about 332 times, including V3, UTDP, DRS, LATU, FTE, and Hotel Kumasutra.

I say “about” because sometimes she says “n-“ and you could argue if she was going to say nyeh or not.

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[m-y-fandoms]

Commission: DRV3 Boys x Female Reader - Seven Minutes in Heaven

Details: Takes place during the killing game, timeline switched around, creative license taken to imply everyone is alive and has known each other for at least a few weeks and has had time to get to know each other a bit. The threat of the killing game is still there though. Monokuma has announced it, just nobody has been killed yet. It’s also implied that the reader has a crush on the boy in each section however whether or not the boy is oblivious to that fact or feels the same varies.

Word Count: 5K Words

Warnings: SFW - fluff, maybe mild angst, possible V3 spoilers

Everyone needed something to divert their attention and obsessive thoughts away from the killing game. Though nothing had happened yet, the group of Ultimates got more and more antsy by the day. Every dark corner or empty stairwell seemed like a threat, and mistrust grew and loomed over them all like a black mold growing on the walls.

No one seemed to feel safe, though it had been weeks since the menacing-looking monochrome bear informed them that they were to kill each other for sport so they could return home to their regular school life and families. There was no concrete proof that this wasn't an extensive, well-planned practical joke or social experiment, some prank that would result in cameramen and producers springing out of the woodwork once all was said and done, and that was the only thing holding them together mentally. This could all be fake.

Nevertheless, something needed to change. They all had their little subgroups, individual trusted cliques or closest allies, but there was no denying the entire group needed to come together, to get to know each other a bit better and let off some steam. Unity meant potential lasting peace and no fatalities.

Someone suggested they play a frivolous little game that could keep everyone's attention for a while. Even though most of the group hadn't played it since middle school and some never at all, the rules were straightforward and simple enough. In addition to passing the time, it might even spark a little drama or romance. Any emotion was preferable to the fear of death and the sense of impending disaster.

Seven Minutes in Heaven: a game where two people go into a small room or cramped closet alone and have seven minutes to do anything they want to each other. Usually, the goal was the get handsy, to kiss or hug, to confess to someone, to make each other nervous, or to engage in casual romantic activities. It was supposed to be steamy and awkward, to put pressure on the two people. They would all randomly pick straws, and the two people who got the shortest straws would have to go in together while everyone else sat outside and timed their seven minutes. Knowing your peers were mere feet away outside the door only added to the tension.

The location was set: a small, cramped closet on the first floor next to the spare classroom and just before the steps down to the basement. It was dimly lit by an ancient overhead lightbulb hanging on by a thread and had just enough room for two people once the abandoned supplies, tools, and cobwebs were scooted to the edges. The Hotel Kumasutra was suggested first, but was shot down for being perhaps a little too intense, dramatic, and high-pressure for such a simple game. Nobody felt comfortable enough to enter the daunting building as of yet, despite its proximity to the popular casino.

And so, the game began.

Rantarou Amami

Waiting anxiously to see who you'll be paired up with, you pace the meager few steps you can manage in the tiny closet - back and forth, back and forth - working up a sweat that's more nerves than physical exertion. When the door swings casually open and you immediately see a fluffy full head of green hair, a shiver runs down your spine. It's a shiver that is half excitement and half humiliation. Of all fifteen other classmates, of course your crush, Rantarou Amami, was the one destined to draw the other straw and be trapped in here with you for seven excruciating minutes. Anyone else, literally anyone else, and you could've stalled, talked your way through those seven minutes, felt indifferent, and at most a little awkward. Rantarou made your heart flutter, froze you in place nearly every time he interacted with you. You stuttered, felt like you never said the right thing. He was just so handsome, with a smooth voice and a mysterious yet kind personality. You were quite sure, even with the memory loss you'd all suffered, that you hadn't had a crush this intense in quite a while. Certainly not one that turned you into a foolish mess.

Rantarou entered with his head bowed, shoulders shrugged forward. You'd never seen him - a dude who was usually quite confident and smooth - looking so uncomfortable. When he spun to look at you, the door now shutting you two in alone, he was almost wincing, facial expression squeezed into wrinkles and furrowed brows. It was as if his face was trying to say: "I'm sorry about this..."

"Heeeeey, (Y/N)," Rantarou spoke in a sing-songy voice that, again, was out of character for him, yet you felt your body stiffen up all the same. You hugged your body instinctively, feeling vulnerable as your heart beat wildly in your chest. You took a step back to create more space between you and the object of your infatuation and nearly tripped over a cardboard box on the ground behind you. "Yeah, this is about what I expected," he chuckled, his eyes wrinkling closed into kind little lines. He held his hands out in a sign of passive surrender. "So sorry about this, (Y/N). I swear, there was nothing I could do! It was all random." He rubbed the back of his neck, a small dust of pink over his cheeks. You felt your stomach drop. Did he think you disliked him? Was he perceiving your involuntary reaction as disgust rather than flustered? You suddenly felt super guilty. You were just now realizing he probably had taken note of this same adverse reaction every single time you were in the room with him. The logical thought process would probably be that your body language showed disdain.

"Oh, oh no, I hope you don't think I'm upset about being paired with you! I didn't realize my-" you tried to relax your shoulders, not wanting to let your own feelings affect him negatively.

"No, I don't think that at all, actually..." he cut you off, not wanting to let you get too far into this incorrect notion. He paused, thinking over how to word things delicately. "It's quite the opposite. I'm not as dense as you might think, actually. I pick up on things pretty well," he chuckled again, trying to ease the tense atmosphere, "and I... I kinda know you like me. You always get like this... when I talk to you. I'm... a bit more perceptive and empathetic than people think. I just wanted you to know, it's okay! You don't have to feel that way! I was worried about your reaction when I stepped in here. I knew you'd freak out." So subtly - almost seeming practiced and experienced - he gently clasped his rough hands into yours. They felt calloused, perhaps from the travels and adventures he'd vaguely mentioned when you sat there like a statue listening to him talk around the academy. The many bracelets settling on his wrists shook you back to reality, and your face heated up at the skin-to-skin contact. "I mean, I'm not trying to boast because I really don't think I'm such a catch, but I see the way you look at me, I've heard Miu talking about you having a crush as well..."

"I... I don't know what to say," you release a breath you didn't know you'd been holding, "This is a bit embarrassing..." you grumble, looking at the ground.

"You don't need to feel embarrassed. Honestly, I think you're a really cool person as well. I would love to get to know you more, but you always seem to run away after we talk for a little. The others are always around. It would be cool to spend some time hanging out alone, now that... I'm kinda confessing that I'm interested in you too?" He gives you a crooked smile. "Woah... your hands are like shaking."

Was this a dream? Was Monokuma replacing your classmates with clones to prank and humiliate you? There's no way Rantarou, the most attractive and fascinating guy here, was into you...

"I... I would really like that. Yeah, I'm sorry about my... less than pleasant reaction. I really didn't mean to come off as weird or make you uncomfortable."

"Hey, no worries. Well, you know, I played this game a ton in middle school. It was always silly, and stupid, but I have no issue playing it again, especially with you. What do you say? After all, I've played games way worse than this."

Ryoma Hoshi

The athlete strolled leisurely into the closet, hands in his pockets and the stick of a lollipop hanging carelessly out of his mouth. He always had something hanging out his lip, be it a candy cigarette, a toothpick, or something in between. You wondered if it soothed him. You'd gathered from conversations with him that his life had been pretty traumatic, at least in your opinion. His eyes were half-lidded as always, lazy and donning dark bags underneath. He sighed, stepping into the dim lighting provided by the single, dingy bulb above.

"Yeah, so I didn't really have anything better to do. Everyone else was sayin' they'd play and I was in the room at the time so I got roped in. Can't be much worse than anything else I've been through. Figured it might be good for morale, for these people to loosen up and play a game or two together. Lotta mistrust brewing." He looked around, seemingly disinterested and boasting an incredibly calm demeanor. You were wondering how someone could feel not even a little bit nervous playing a game with a premise like this.

"You don't have to stay if you don't want to!" You smiled softly, offering him an out. You liked Ryoma a lot. His chill attitude, mysterious and interesting past, deep voice, and cute face intrigued you enough to even form a little crush, but you didn't want him here out of coercion or peer pressure.

“It’s whatever. I’m down to play. It’s fine. However, I’m sure I wasn’t who you expected or were hoping for.” He shrugs, less self-deprecating and more as if stating a plain fact. It didn’t seem to bother him either way if you did in fact wish it was someone else who was chosen to be with you for this dumb little game.

“Nah, I’m not disappointed,” you smirk a bit deviously, trying to hide the excitement you truly felt. You see his eyebrows raise a tad, which is more expression than you usually get from him. “Someone like you is kind of an interesting partner for this game. I’m betting you have more life experience overall than me. In fact, I know you do, after listening to some of your stories. You probably have more experience in everything: street smarts, common sense, even romance.”

“Uh, let me stop you right there.” He lets out a tiny, brief, dry chuckle, something skeptical in his tone. “Actually, not true at all, that last part. Not much romance in my life. Funny, you and I actually talk more often than I do with the others… I thought you would’ve picked up on that.”

“Oh?” You challenge him playfully, trying to flirt him into a more open mood.

"Yeah, I'd think that would be obvious. Who wants to take a chance on a no-good criminal with a clouded, ominous past? I don't really tell people all the details, and I'm not going to, but then I can't be surprised if people don't want to get to know me or trust me. Also, I'm aware I'm not the ideal, looks-wise. Never bothered me, but-" Once again, you can tell he's not looking for sympathy, but just honestly sharing his thoughts about himself. Before he can talk himself down further, however, you cut him off.

Stopping his words in their tracks, you leaned down to his height, bending at the waist sensually. Without skipping a beat, you casually took the lollipop from his mouth, coaxing it out without much resistance on his part. Smiling impishly, you popped it into your own mouth.

You'd never seen Ryoma Hoshi blush before this moment. It seemed like something he was incapable of.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

The lean, dangerously mysterious anthropologist stood across from you, tall enough and so close that he blotted out the dim light from the single bulb above in the cramped closet. He appeared like a silhouette, like some spooky demon or spirit from the cultural legends he often told you about. He seemed to be giggling behind his mask, amused at your flustered reaction to his closeness before he began to speak in that mystifying voice of his that was like smoke hissing past your ear and tickling the outer shell:

"You know, (Y/N), I almost said no to playing... This seems like such a childish little game, maybe even a waste of my precious time when I could be studying up on literally any other topic. But... then I thought: I've done far more promiscuous things than this before, games and rituals alike, so what's the harm in some little kid’s game? Why not? After all, there's something to be learned from every experience, and this game seemed integral to the middle school lives of our classmates, therefore making it culturally significant... if I... broaden my definitions a little." He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, making you sweat as he moved even closer during his little monologue.

"I see you're being v-very open-minded," you chuckled nervously, trying to hide the loud pumping of your heart. "Yes, I would've thought you were far too mature for this game!" You were now flat against the wall, nearly caged in by his lithe form hovering over you.

"I thought it might even be exciting," his tone adopted a more predatory note, "to see who I get and explore the essence of who they are, find their inner beauty for myself, one-on-one and in private. When nobody else can hear or see, they might let down some walls, and expose a side of themselves in this killing game that nobody has seen yet. It could be a fascinating study of human behavior. I didn't really care who I got matched with, as everyone here - with such varied personalities and talents - could be an extremely interesting subject!"

"Subject?" Now he was starting to worry you. You had to admit, though, the way he was passionately speaking, the way he pinned you into the corner of this enclosed space... it was rather exciting.

"You seem nervous..." he tilts his head innocently. "There's nothing to be afraid of, little (Y/N). This game, as I take it from the rules, is to start a romantic or flirty interaction, to cause feelings to bubble up in each other - excitement, arousal. These emotions are so wonderfully and beautifully human. Is that what you want, to try this in earnest?" You see one of his hands reach over to its opposite and begin to unravel the layers of gauze bandaging. You nod enthusiastically, almost entranced by his words. He takes this consent as his opportunity to take control, and something in his golden eyes turns animalistic. 

"Good." He purrs.

Gonta Gokuhara

Almost comically shoved into this tiny closet and leaving little to no room for you was your chosen-at-random partner: Gonta Gokuhara, the gentle giant. He was desperately trying not to hit his head on the ceiling while also trying to remember to be considerate of you and your personal space. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, after all.

"Gonta wanted to play, because all of his friends were playing too! This game... sounds fun, but Gonta never played it before. Gonta a bit confused. Gonta love everyone here as a good friend, swear to protect them all, so why we not all play game together, in bigger, more comfortable place?" He asked genuine, thoughtful questions, and it appeared to you that he in fact did not know what he was getting himself into. You'd make sure he understood clearly before playing, as someone had obviously shoved him in here without a clear description of the rules or goals.

"Well, Gonta, this is a game where you're supposed to come in with one other person only and do flirty, cute, romantic stuff. Why did you agree to play without knowing what's going on?" You shook your head, snickering under your breath. You'd always found Gonta's endless positivity and determination to make others feel happy and protected adorable. He probably just wanted to be included, to make sure everyone had fun. And you had no doubt he was intelligent enough to understand the simple rules of this game, it was just very likely someone more mischievous - like Kokichi or Miu - purposely kept him out of the loop.

"Oh! O-okay!" He begins to blush, his mouth pressing into an uncomfortable, pursed line. "Gonta never done anything like that!" He was beginning to perspire on his brow.

"Well, do you want to try? You don't have to, keep that in mind! It's your choice, Gonta." You smiled in encouragement, making sure your body language wasn't applying any pressure to him even subconsciously.

"Ummm... Gonta would like to try if everyone else playing. Also!... Gonta trust (Y/N)." His words are shaking, and you decide you'll do the bare minimum, just a warm-up to see if he truly means his words. Him putting his trust in you was melting your heart.

Gently, as if you were approaching a bird that might fly away at any moment, you took a step closer to him and began to unbutton the tight brown suit jacket from his abs and waist.

Kokichi Ouma

Immediately upon being trapped in the closet with this gremlin, he started teasing you, trying to make you crack, or cry, whichever came first. All reactions were good reactions to him.

"Of all people, you got stuck in here with me. Sucks for you, don't it, (Y/N), you prude!" He swirls a finger in the air and presses it firmly into your chest, taunting you.

He spends the next few agonizingly drawn-out moments poking fun at you, at your flustered reactions, at the way your body responds to both his words and small touches.

"Oh, come on, (Y/N), this is baby shit! I barely even touched you! With my title as Supreme Leader, I've had to seduce hundreds of marks into giving up information or giving me what I want, and you can't even handle this? You wouldn't last two minutes in an interrogation by my organization, let alone seven. Pathetic!" He starts laughing, amused by your humiliation so much that his eyes begin to water.

You're sure his claims of seducing and interrogating victims before are lies, but regardless, your heart was beating out of your chest. Why did he have this effect on you? He had you right where he wanted you, and you were falling into his trap. Every time he ran his chilled fingers up your exposed arm or touched your chest and collarbones, you felt a shiver of desire and fright, a shockwave of panic and delight in tandem.

In truth, the others were worried about you. Most of them, the kinder portion of the group, felt bad about sending you in there alone with Kokichi. They didn't think such a kind, unassuming person deserved this kind of treatment.

With an underlying gentleness that almost betrayed his performative vitriol for you, he pushed your shoulders back, like a bully on a playground. He took note of your clumsiness, of the lack of coordination you must have if such a petite young man like him could nearly topple you over. He seemed to be taking into account his lack of time. Seven minutes wasn't much to work with. He'd had his fun, and was ready for the climax.

You stumble back against the wall, and instantly he pounced on you, cornering you in. Before you had time to adjust, to correct yourself to an upright position, he grabbed both sides of your face, pulling you in for a sloppy, deep kiss that lacked any care or gentleness. Your eyelids flew open as the taste of sweet candies and grape sodas flooded your mouth.

Kaito Momota

Kaito stood with his arms crossed defiantly in the middle of the closet. His taller frame and masculine figure took up most of the space as he stood firm, stubbornly biting the inside of his cheek. His brow was furrowed angrily, but not with an anger directed at you. After all, you must've been a victim in this just as much as he.

"Now, I didn't really wanna do this... it's beneath someone who sees fit to call themselves the Luminary of the Stars. I didn't earn this title through kiddy games after all, but..." he looked frustrated, maybe even with himself, "but they tried to say I'm too scared to play! As if!" He paced once in a circle in the tight confines, then huffed. "I'm realizing just now that I probably fell for it and this was their plan all along." He sighed deeply. "I gotta stop letting these assholes get to me." He conceded, his pride hurt. You had to admit, his reaction to the game was disappointing you, as you couldn't think of a better person to get stuck in here with. You smiled sheepishly, letting the uncomfortable silence mellow out in the air. You only had seven minutes, after all. "Man, it's cold and awkward in here..." Ah, yes. Kaito wasn't the type to let things just be silent. You decided it was your turn to speak now.

"So... you don't want to play with me, at all?" You speak shyly, a bit embarrassed at your own words.

"What, you do?" He counters, a single brow raised as you piqued his curiosity,

"Well... I mean, haha," you thought through how to word this so as to not weird him out or scare him off, or really just embarrass yourself in the process, "I felt really lucky to get stuck in here with you, out of everyone. If I may speak openly and honestly, I've been crushing on you for a while..." You felt your blood running hot.

"You have?" He's flushed pink, pulling his jacket in closer for security.

"Yeah, of course! You're handsome, charismatic, and you make me laugh when we are just hanging out casually. I think your determined spirit is admirable... but if you don't feel the same-"

"No!" He cut you off a little too eagerly before he could remind himself he was supposed to be playing it cool. He cleared his throat, calming down his tone a bit, "No, I mean I think you're great, too. And you're beautiful! Out of all these idiots, I'm glad it's you, too." Your heart swells. "Not that... not that I've been dwelling on this thought for too long." Though it feels like your heart is pumping fast enough to warm the entire room, Kaito was right, it was quite drafty in there. Seeing you shiver at the temperature, Kaito removes his large galaxy jacket and wraps it around your shoulders. It smells of him, of hair products and fresh deodorant. Simple and subtle. "We should hang out some more on our own, when we want to, not when these assholes force us into some stupid game with expectations and shit." He shows you a beaming, celebrity-like grin. "I would be an idiot to not want to get to know you more, especially with your talent!"

Shuichi Saihara

Poor Shuichi. The reserved, introverted detective had found himself shoved into this closet against his will. He'd merely come to observe the game from the farthest corner of the room - bored, and too wary of the threat of the killing game to be alone. Being alone was just the worst option right now: either his own thoughts would consume him or a potential killer might.

So now here he was, paying the consequences of wanting to hang out with a group of his peers. They'd put his name into the lottery without his permission, thinking it a cute and funny little prank, and when he was chosen, it only took two or three of them to shove him inside while he attempted to jump and claw his way out. Now he was a sweating, blushing mess, pawing at the door like a cat trapped in a bedroom. The same students that pushed him in snickered and howled in laughter on the other side, leaning their weight into the door so he couldn't escape. After a while, someone as smart as him knows when an effort becomes futile. He sighs, turning to face you with a warm flush of red over his entire body that contrasts wildly with the blues and blacks of his hair and uniform tones.

"Ugh, I'm so sorry, (Y/N)," he groans, his voice cracking under his nerves. "I told them I didn't wanna play, but..." were you really that bad to be stuck in here with? His reaction seemed... over the top. Your shoulders sank downward, humbled by his response to your existence in the same space as him. He sees your crestfallen expression and panics, guilt overcoming him. "Please, no it's not you! I mean no offense. I didn't wanna come in here with anyone." He takes note of how your mood doesn't pick up in the slightest, and lets his head fall into his hands. "This is so embarrassing. I actually do really like you, this is just so awkward."

"You do?" Your ears perk up at that. Maybe you were mistaken in your earlier judgment.

"Yeah! You've always been kind to me, and you're quite interesting and fun to hang out with in this hellhole. Talking to you... really gets my mind off things..." he admits, clearly self-conscious. "I... well sometimes, I hear you talking about how you think you'll be the first victim of the killing game, talking down about yourself. I don’t think you should count yourself out... we all have our own strengths, though I know I ought to take my own advice sometime." He chuckles in such a gentle, exhausted way that it might as well have been merely an exhale.

Neither of you even noticed that during his little speech of praise toward you, he'd reached out and taken your hands gently in his own. It was a reflexive, instinctive, and intimate move. Rather than pull away, now feeling a bit more stable, and comfortable in sharing his thoughts as you hadn't reacted adversely, he pushes a bit further. He rubs his thumb across the back of your hand, and for seven minutes, that's enough for him.

Kiibo / K1-B0

The almost-human robot is standing across from you, arms flat by his side. He looks far more relaxed than you were, passive and maybe in some kind of rest mode, if he had one.

"Now what?" He asks plainly.

"Nobody told you what to do?" You replied, a bit stunned and wondering why he was even here.

"Vaguely. It sounded like a complete waste of time, though. If it's what humans do, it's certainly not in my programming. Therefore, I might as well learn from this experience as not to be embarrassed later on should the topic come up again." He sounded so practical, so... bored with the current situation.

"Well... I don't know how much you were told but this game is about emotions, feelings... touching and flirting, making the other person nervous and flustered, seeing how far you two are willing to go with each other… in a romantic kind of way. It's uniquely human... it may not be productive for you if you can't comprehend-"

"I have plenty of emotions and feelings! I can understand it perfectly fine!" He retorted, offended and seemingly embarrassed. You didn't know he could get embarrassed. Maybe he could in fact enjoy this game to its fullest. You intended to get something out of this experience. This could be fun. You had to admit, you'd been curious about the extent of Kiibo's understanding of human interactions and emotions for a while now. You wondered how much he could feel, emotionally and physically. If you pulled his hair, would he cry out? If you scratched his thigh, would it bleed simulated blood? There could be a lot of room for exciting discovery that awaited you.

"Well then, I'm curious..." you reach a single, cautious hand outward and stroke his hair. It's stunningly soft. It feels shockingly real, not like some cheap synthetic wig or some type of rubber or metal shaped to mimic hair. Kiibo did something like a vibration or shudder, a chill running down his spine. You wondered if this was a programmed response, all artificial and planned, or if Kiibo's free will really extended that far. How real did his creator intend for him to be? For what purpose was he truly built? What did a scientist stand to gain from making a feeling, loving, human-like young man? You could see a war machine or an endless knowledge bank easily being worth the time, but Kiibo didn't seem to excel in pretty much... anything. "How does that feel?"

"I... I don't know. It's making me... relax? I think that's how you'd describe it. I feel like I am running on low power and sluggish, but in a good way? On purpose..." he speaks softly.

"And this?" You run a hand down his pale cheek, and it's warmer than expected, though below a real human’s body temperature for sure. You're so focused on touching the simulated, soft, supple skin, that you don't even notice Kiibo's eyes blown wide open as if scanning you, entranced and staring almost through you. It was safe to say he might have been touched-starved, unused to the sensation.

[tobiasdrake]

Some parts of Danganronpa V3 are legitimately difficult to read the tone of.

Hotel Kumasutra feels, at once, like a natural extension of the dating sim elements that have been ever-present in Danganronpa since the beginning, and also like a satirical riff on them.

There is a concept in internet discourse known as Poe's Law. It refers to situations where it becomes impossible to discern sincerity from parody due to the absurdity already inherent in the subject matter. Danganronpa is such a wild-ass series as it is, and so utterly shameless about so many things, that it's genuinely hard to tell which voice this is meant to be read in:

1 - Take your favorite characters to a love hotel! 2 - LOL Take your favorite characters to a love hotel, why not.

The hotel events themselves are just as difficult to parse, offering an extremely goofy scenario where the character in question hallucinates their deepest fantasy with Shuichi standing in for their ideal partner, while nonetheless delivering sincerely on the premise inherent in the love hotel.

Is this a joke? Or are we really doing this?

Knowing this game, the answer to that question is probably, "Yes."

[alazyparallelworld]

i love it when ero games have like Bad Endings that end in death. like its so funny, "let me just jerk off with my dominant hand as i click around- and, y'know, it's deserved if i misclick and see a CG of protag's brains splattered. that's fine."

hotel kumasutra should be like this. you play diplomat so monokuma doesn't just peek out of the beaded curtains with a shotgun

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Byakuya Togami's Love Suite Event

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/9iT3UZK

by PsychonautMaddy

What if Danganronpa 1 had the Key of Love item that you could win from the Monomono Machine? With this Key of Love in his possession, Makoto unlocks the Love Suite. There, he is met with somebody he did not expect to see.

Words: 4333, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa Series, Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Naegi Makoto, Togami Byakuya, Monokuma (Dangan Ronpa)

Relationships: Naegi Makoto/Togami Byakuya

Additional Tags: Hotel Kumanami | Hotel Kumasutra, Bisexual Naegi Makoto, Gay Togami Byakuya, Implied Sexual Content, Confused Naegi Makoto, Togami Byakuya Has Feelings, Togami Byakuya is Bad at Feelings, Naegi Makoto Stands Up For Himself, Togami Byakuya Free Time Compliant, Implied Bottom Togami Byakuya, Implied Top Naegi Makoto, Maizono Sayaka (mentioned) - Freeform, Maizono Sayaka/Naegi Makoto (Mentioned) - Freeform, Wet Dream, Morning Wood, POV Naegi Makoto, Demiromantic Togami Byakuya

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/9iT3UZK

[danggirlronpa]

THEIR HOTEL KUMASUTRA EVENTS READ AS IF THEYRE TALKING DIRECTLY TO EACH OTHER. THEY ARE SO DESPERATE FOR DOMESTIC BLISS

Hey hey, I'm new here, so I don't know EXACTLY how this works, but I saw some other people requesting ship headcanons, so if it's not too much trouble...

Irumaki headcanons? Maybe?

its 2:30 am going into a saturday. its finally time. for the Headcanon Asks Backlog.

I believe I made a post abt this previously at one point but I'm OBSESSED with an AU where Miu makes Maki's fun assassination gadgets and slowly Miu's snark about breaking her tools becomes genuine, highly repressed care & worry for the constant danger Maki is in, culminating in Maki being left for dead after getting captured and Miu abandoning the group & their funds & all her work in order to save this girl she didn't even CARE about, who's never smiled even once at her, and who, despite it all, Miu desperately wants to see again

back 2 canon. Maki accidentally doms the hell out of Miu solely by virtue of existing. Maki goes "shut up" and Miu becomes a puddle on the ground. Miu walks into Maki's talent lab at one point, sees Maki practicing with a whip, and faints on the spot

THEY ALSO...WOULD BE PARENTS. THEY WOULD LOVE TO BE MARRIED AND HAVE A HAPPILY EVER AFTER. kids LOVE maki she used to play house to take care of them as a kid and she still has a natural way with them! miu takes to monotaro as her son with more enthusiasm and care than anything else we see in the game!! BOTH OF THEIR LOVE HOTEL EVENTS ARE ABOUT HAVING CHILDREN AND BUILDING A HOME TOGETHER WITH A CHILDHOOD FRIEND. DO YOU SEE MY VISION

[my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda]

Reading all the Hotel Kumasutra scenes on the wikia because I'm too embarrassed to play them on the game itself 😳

I'm writing these as I read them, so my thoughts are a bit scattered. And I'm reading these out of order for some reason. ADHD is doing its own thing today I guess.

Some of them have fantasies involving calling Shuichi their "brother"! 😂 Okay, Tenko's was more in the sense of a fellow Neo-Aikido partner, but Tsumugi's was step-sibling incest play and Rantaro's, well, he said "teacher" and "big brother" so I think he just wants any type of relationship where he can protect someone (oh, that makes what happened in the game even sadder, and how he seems like a lone wolf personality but he craves somebody to care about). Still, I think it was just weird coiincidence I ended up reading all of their's in a row.

With the Angie scene, and me watching the "man's fantasy" scene earlier, Angie is so bisexual.

Gonta's and Tenko's are sad, even their fantasies couldn't handle it. Gonta is so scared of hurting someone it's hard for him to imagine being gentle. I don't really get what happened with Tenko?

Ryoma's is like...okay, obviously I'm not chasing after this kid, so for us to be in this situation he would want me. I think he made Shuichi his manager in an attempt to balance out the power dynamic, but of course that didn't work and he still pushed Shuichi away.

Himiko's and Tsumugi's are both like their dream fanfictions come to life. Himiko's fallen for her familiar. Also Himiko acting like a cat was cute.

I said "aww" out loud when Kaede said "it's our anniversary." 🥺

Ah, Kaito is a fan of the rivals-to-lovers trope.

So many typos on Keebo's but it was so cute.

[hyperfixationtimego]

brb going to go crazy about korekiyo’s love suite event

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

So👉👈 if you know about the cute little dream/fantasy Easter egg I dv3.. maybe you can replace shuichi with the reader for all the dv3 characters? You don't have to do them all but I do request you at least have Kokichi?..🥺

Oh! Love Hotel? You got it! I only did three, but I made sure to add Kokichi :3

...............

Kirumi

‘Every time I come here, I play the role of their “ideal”. Like some shared fantasy. I wonder what Kirumi’s is..'

“Master [Y/n]?”

“Huh?” You turned around to see Kirumi standing there, your face heating up as you realized you two were alone in the bedroom together. 

It seems she saw you as her master in this dream, so you decided to take on that role, for her sake. 

“Oh, hello Kirumi.” You sat on the comfy bed, looking at her and noticing that she seemed worried. “What’s wrong? Something bothering you?”

“I’ve come to inform you that this is my last day of work..and tomorrow I leave the mansion." She bowed her head. "I’ve finished all of today’s tasks, so if you have any further requests, let me know before I depart.”

“Wait..wait..why are you leaving so soon?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Because..I...” She stopped, hesitating.

“Go on.”

“Master [Y/n].” Her gaze turned serious. “I..cannot leave unless I have told you this..my secret. You’ve been so very kind to me and I believe I can trust you with it.”

“Oh..well, sure you can trust me.” With a smile, you patted the spot beside you. “Come here and we’ll talk about it.”

The Ultimate Maid sat next to you, hands curling into her dress as she took a deep breath. Then she proceeded to confess her feelings to you, explaining that after all the years she’s spent caring for you and helping you become a successful heir to your family, she realized...she fell in love with you.

But those feelings made her..afraid they’d hinder her duties as a maid, and keep you from following your “destiny”. Besides, she never saw you and herself as equals, so she was convinced this relationship would never work.

When she tried to leave, however, you quickly grabbed her gloved hand. She looked back at you, surprised. “Master-?”

“You act like your love for me is a bad thing..but it’s not. That’s no reason to leave me so soon.” You tried to sound as sincere as possible. “I know you struggle with your emotions sometimes, but...that’s okay. You’re more than just a talented maid..you’re human, too, and you’re allowed to have those feelings. So, Kirumi, would you stay if I said..I-I loved you, too?”

Although you felt like your little speech faltered at the end, your words seem to have moved her. She stared at you, tears filling her grayish eyes as that calm composure she always kept started to crack.

And then--

“A-Ah, M-Master [Y/n]!” She wailed. “Of course I-I’ll stay! Anything for you!”

You were a bit startled when she burst into tears, though you brought her into your arms, holding her close. And in response she buried her face into your chest, crying like a child. 

‘So..this is what she wants huh? Someone to love..but it all comes back to her feeling like her emotions aren’t important.’ You thought sadly as you comforted her.

“I take it you’re happy?”

“I’ve n-never been happier in all my life,” she whimpered, looking up at you with a tearstained smile. “I will stay by your side forever!”

..................

K1B0

‘Can robots even dream?’

“[Y/n]? I have a...favor I’d like to ask of you. It’s extremely important.”

You noticed K1B0 standing there by the door, already blushing as he paced around nervously, trying to formulate the proper words. But you stayed quiet, giving him all the time he needed before he finally managed to ask:

“W-Will you..form a romantic pair bond with me?”

“...romantic..pair bond?” You tilted your head. “You mean..you wanna be lovers?”

“I’ll admit that..as a robot, I have yet to experience love. Humans have said it’s a wonderful and precious feeling. So..I want to know what it’s like.” He looked at you with seriousness. “And I want to experience it thoroughly.”

“"Thoroughly”?”

“I did not stutter.” He huffed. “We must love each other unconditionally...we must understand each other completely. We must go on dates, grow even closer...and...”

Then as he went off on a tangent, you became a bit flustered. He seemed convinced that human love was a lifetime commitment....this was too much for a mere “favor”.

So you tried telling him that not all relationships had to be long term, and he shouldn’t force himself to be so committed if he wasn’t properly ready for that.

Eventually, the only thing he wanted right now was to...simply hold hands. He felt bad for not being truthful about his desires.

Though you cut him off by taking his robotic hand into yours, which was surprisingly warm. It was awkward, at first, given how he had a firm grasp, but once you showed him how couples held hands, he seemed more relaxed.

“I think this is good for now.” You smiled softly. “Let’s take it one step at a time, okay? Love is a whole new dimension for you, but I’ll be here to help guide you through it.”

“Thank you, [y/n]..” K1B0 smiled in return. “I...wish to explore all areas of this dimension...with no one but you.”

“And explore, we shall.” With a chuckle, you kissed the metal plate on the back of his hand, watching as his face turned pink once more.

“A-Ah! My systems a-are overheating..!”

.............

Kokichi

“Aw man, it’s been a while since I landed into trouble like this.”

Hearing the voice of the Ultimate Supreme Leader, you turned around to see him standing there with a pout on his face. Though his smirk was quick to appear. “Well you got me cornered, dear detective. But I’m not telling you where the stolen gem is~!”

‘His fantasy is..a detective catching him?’  You wondered, amused. ‘Well it’s no surprise..he likes to be elusive all the time in real life..’

“Oh, and torturing me won’t work either if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Wh-What..?” Those words made you snap back to reality. “I’m...! I’m not gonna torture you for information!” 

“Isn’t that what happens when a phantom thief is caught, though?”

“Phantom..thief? Hmm, that sounds familiar.” You mused, remembering Shuichi talking about them at one time or another. “But listen, Kokichi..I’m not an interrogator. That’s the cops’ job--so I’ll just turn you in and go about my day. Whatever tricks you got up your sleeves won’t work on me.”

“Oh, figured it out already? Jeeez,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “I was willing to let you do whatever you want to me....since I love you, [y/n].”

“...huh?”

At this point, Kokichi was just teasing about you “capturing” him--admitting he willingly let you do that out of love--and you didn’t know what to make of it. You knew he had to be sprinkling in lies here and there.

“I know what you’re thinking..and it’s not a lie. It’s the truth. You can do anything you want. Why don’t you..come play with me?” 

His voice turned slightly husky as he crept closer to you--enough to make you fall back onto the bed. Your face heated up upon seeing him now hovering over you, wondering what his intentions were.

But then--

“Just kidding~! Did I get ya?” He grinned, booping your nose before he jumped off the bed and dashed towards the door. “That was fun, see ya [y/n]! I promise the next game will be much more exciting~!”

You just remained on the bed, dumbfounded as he turned his back on you to leave the room.

Even in a dream, he was still a cunning bastard. 

[doughnut-doodles]

They’re gay. Sorry I don’t make the rules.