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sphericaldice · 4 years ago

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A Lesson In Taste

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Summary: Written for the Dangan Rompa Kink Meme (gone but never forgotten). Anon writes "Out of the blue, Togami demands that Fukawa kiss him. She obeys but Togami discovers Fukawa is an awful kisser. Too much drool, her teeth clank against his, waaaay too much tongue, her breath reeks, and she tastes awful too. He'd say he keeps having her kiss him so they could improve her technique, but the truth is he likes what an awful kisser she is. Bonus: He lets her kiss him as a reward for doing a good job at something"

Author Comments: Quarantine has gotten me back in to the spirit of writing and I love TogaFuka with my whole heart it’s unreal bruv. Reblog if you like what I write and check out my Ao3 ㋛

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Fukawa Touko blinked. The young writer was used to Byakuya’s frequent, sometimes quite eccentric requests but for a moment she was truly dumbfounded. Was she just hearing things again, a secret voice amongst the busy washers and dryers of the school laundry room? With her trembling hands, she timidly clutched at her oversized skirt and spoke to the floor, hiding the wolfish grin that crept onto her face. “W-w-what did you say, Byakuya-s-ama?”

Byakuya rolled his eyes, he hated repeating himself, especially for a command so… “Is there cotton in your ears? I said kiss me, Fukawa.” He snapped.

The impatient reiteration confirmed she really did hear what she thought she heard what she’d always wanted to hear. The fantasy was a frequent visitor, ‘the Affluent Prodigy steals a passionate kiss from his darling Literary Girl, Their tongues battling for dominance.’ like a passage ripped from her most provocative novel. She let out a few shrill squeaks in what may have been an enthusiastic giggle, then recomposed herself. Relatively recomposed, there was no way to stop the salvation.

“Y-yes, B-Byakuya-sama...I will...k-k-ki...”

When Touko didn’t, couldn’t, make the first move Byakuya stepped towards her and in her anxiousness, she stumbled backwards and her back hit a washing machine. Then Togami Byakuya leaned in and their lips met. Or rather their lips collided followed by the clashing of teeth. He couldn’t help but be alarmed by the sensation of her teeth, they were mossy with whatever she’d eaten yesterday, or even the day before. The taste of her was overpowering, wet, and sour like morning breath. Without warning, she launched her tongue into his mouth and he almost bit it in the confusion. It was too much. He dislodged Touko, with an uncharacteristically gentle shove and took a moment to rid her excess saliva from his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket. This time, the blond, stringent boy was a bit dumbfounded.

Touko rested against the cold metal of the washer, tomato faced and drooling. She smiled bashfully at her disgruntled classmate and brought her thumb to her mouth “I-I’m sorry Byakuya-sama” she said, “I must have been v-very bad.”

“It’s to be expected,” Byakuya spoke matter of factly, crossing his arms, “you are a first-timer after all.” He added, but neglected to mention that they were both first-timers. The extra information was irrelevant, it wasn’t necessary to insert himself. This was about Fukawa wasn’t it? “What does Ishimaru always say? There’s nothing that can’t be fixed through studying.” Her eyes widened and something flickered in the dark pools “Study...?”

“Practice,” He restated, calmly “you and I will practice until you are better.”

Touko nodded, ‘A lonely Literary Girl is given the most tantalising lesson of her life by her dashing, affluent, professor.’ she scribbled that thought down in her inner notebook. “Sit down, Fukawa.”

The stark height difference of the two students was mitigated with Touko comfortably perched atop the washer. She shot Byakuya a characteristic leer, the machine rattling beneath her thighs as it cleansed a load of Hagakure’s special clairvoyant mumbo-jumbo robes.

“This time,” Byakuya asserted “Be calm. Please.”

Byakuya closed his eyes and Touko took note of pink spreading across his face before she followed suit, breathing deep, settling the fervent beating of her too-big heart in her too-tight chest. She let herself become lost, in the darkness behind her own eyelids, floating and wasn’t even sure who was leaning in. She came back to life, her eyes abruptly open and aware when she felt skin, Byakuya’s skin. They’d greeted the corners of each other’s mouths, not quite finding lips in their blind stupor. Touko lapped at the silky smooth spot with a curious tongue, like a kitten claiming him. Byakuya’s lips parted as if he were about to speak, about to correct his pupil of osculation, but he didn’t. Fukawa Touko was an extraordinarily bad kisser, it was pathetic, almost comical. Maybe it was endearing. He maintained that awkward pose, leaning in with his hands on either side of her, gripping the edge of the washer to prop himself up. Byakuya allowed, yes, allowed, he told himself, for her to lick him for a while longer until his face grew too hot and his hands too sore against the shaking metal. That’s when he seized the girl’s face with his hands and brought her mouth where it belonged and this time their lips aligned perfectly. He slipped his tongue in, willed the teeth apart, and practically swallowed her, bad breath, drool, and all. Touko squealed into Byakuya’s mouth, all of a sudden all his weight was upon her. She threw one arm behind her for support and her hand slammed against the metal. Someone had to have heard that. Touko could already picture that nosy, lilac-haired tart busting them, she could already hear the clack-clack-clack of those trashy go-go boots against linoleum as she sprinted down the corridor tracking the source of the sound. ‘That girl hears everything, it’s so-!’ She dispelled the interruptive thought, it didn’t matter. Instead, she squeezed her thighs together, concentrating on her growing arousal, on weak jolts of the machine beneath her, on Togami Byakuya, on the taste of her beloved. Her beloved who kissed her like he wanted to taste her back. Touko moaned and bit down on Byakuya’s lip- “Shit!” Byakuya shouted and abruptly recoiled, anguish plastered across his beat red visage. Touko watched a string of saliva stretch between their mouths as he withdrew and then helplessly snap, becoming dribbled on both student’s chins. “B-Byakuya-sama!?” “Fukawa that was my tongue!” he groaned sorely, his wounded tongue hanging out of his mouth Touko wailed “I’m sorry! I’m sorry Byakuya-sama! I’m a bad girl, a very bad girl!” “Very bad but shh! It’s fine, I’m not angry, just keep your voice down!” “W-whoa holy shit! What the hell are you two doing?” A third voice quavered from the entrance of the laundry room. If the looks the pair shot him could kill then Hagakure would’ve been executed where he stood. “H-hey, easy guys, I’m just here to get my laundry!” Sputtered the hapless psychic, “Ahh y’know what, forget it, I’ll come back later!” Hagakure fled, abandoning his laundry basket in the doorway. The Writer and the Prodigy listened to the deafening smack-smack-smack of Hagakure’s flip flops until eventually their classmate and his impractical footwear were far out of earshot. Byakuya squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled sharply. He turned his back to Touko. “Good job Fukawa. You are dismissed. I am returning to my quarters now.” He began to walk away, hurriedly Those words erupted the girl into a fierce shiver and she clutched herself desperately, as if to make sure the ecstasy of praise never left her body. “B-Byakuya-sama…” she exhaled the name, plaintively. For a split second Byakuya paused, but did not turn to look at her. “Go take a shower. Ans for goodness sake, brush your teeth.” He took his exit, leaving Touko atop the disgraced washer as it entered a rumbly spin cycle.

~~~ At 7:45am the next morning Togami Byakuya entered the Hope’s Peak Academy cafeteria with Fukawa Touko in tow. As the last two people to arrive at breakfast, and so late at that, they were regarded with an assortment of dubious reviews from their classmates. Celestia pursed her lips and pretended to examine the ceiling. Yamada began to persparate. Ishimaru’s face twisted with shame and his lips quivered on the verge of speech, but he didn’t dare. At the furthest table, Naegi sat between a perturbed Hagakure and a (typically) stoic Kirigiri. The slightly-built young man shot Byakuya an impish grin and Byakuya didn’t fight the urge to smirk back. The Affluent Prodigy took a seat at the small table closest to the entrance to the dining hall. Touko hovered beside him, restlessly teetering in place with her thumb comfortably resting between curved lips. Fully aware of the attention on them, Byakuya addressed Touko in a voice louder than necessary. “Fukawa, get a hot milk for both of us.” Touko sprung to life with a squeal and raced to the back kitchen, muttering enthusiastically to herself as she skipped past the befuddled student body. Kuwata coughed forcefully. Within a minute, Touko re emerged from the kitchen entry and practically floated back to her table, a glass of hot milk in each hand. “H-h-here y-you are Byakuya-sama!” she half moaned half yelled. He snatched each glass from her trembling hands and discarded them at the end of the table “Good job, Fukawa.” He said matter of factly and seized her by the tie of her Seifuku pulling her in. Touko placed her knee between Byakuya’s legs for balance and threw her arms around him. Yamada shrieked as Touko’s lips crashed against her beloved’s face and she began to lick the corner of his mouth passionately. ‘A lonely Literary Girl’s sweetest reward’.

#togafuka #touko fukawa #byakuya togami #danganrompa kink meme #danganronpa #fanfiction #oneshot

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ghost-writer-rights · 4 years ago

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Writers block

Warnings: minor drug use (it's just marijuana), shotgunning, Byakuya mention, kinds bad writing towards the end.

"Uuhhhhhh"

Yasuhiro had heard a sound come from the library. He wasn't planning on going to the library but he might as well see what's going on.

When he walked in he could see two figures in there. One was in the corner with only the light from the computer glowing enough to let them see the notepad they also had next to them. Their hair was bunched up in their hands and thr sound had seemed to come from them. They were hunched over looking hopelessly from the computer screen to the notepad.

And the other person was Togami walking out.

"She's been doing that for almost 10 minutes now. It's getting impossible to read" He said as he passed Hiro

"Do you at least now what's wrong, Booyaka?" At the end of his sentence the rich boy stopped immediately in his tracks

"First of all my name is Byakuya Togami and you will refer to me as such. Secondly, I attempted to ask Fukawa what her problem was but she seemed too stressed to know I was even there"

Hiro would've asked a follow up question but Byakuya had already started walking again.

As the taller man started walking farther into the library and towards Toko he could see more of her features.

The way she had let her long eggplant colored hair out of its braids. It was a mess.

He could see the dark circles under her eyes everytime she looked back to the notepad and furiously scribbled something.

He could see the way her leg shakes from beneath her ankle length skirt and how her nails were bit down to the point where they almost bled.

He looked at the screen as she chewed anxiously on her pencil.

As he looked and saw the woman he loves and cherishes more than anything fall back into the arms of the man who doesn't deserve her. He was furious at how she could go back after all that he's done to show her how much she meant to him. In her defense, it wasn't like he ever confessed how he truly he truly felt. As far as she knew she had just gained a friendship that she didn't want to ruin with unsure feelings. She

"Writer's block?" Hiro asked from behind Fukawa

Out of frustration she shoved her head in her hands. Hair resting in between her fingertips.

She didn't hear Yasuhiro. She was too distracted with the absolute garbage in front of her. She knew what was wrong and she knew what she had to write but she just couldn't do it. It was too much and she was so close to her due date she just had to finish this last chapter. She was too stressed to figure out how to end this.

I just need to take a walk and then my brain will be less like the dumpster fire I am. she thought.

As Toko stood and turned to go to the cafeteria she bumped into something.

"w-w-what are you doing here?" Toko said startled "Aren't you too dumb to read o-or whatever"

"Ow, Toukocchi,' Hiro put an over exaggerated hand on his chest in fake hurt, "I'm not that dumb! Your words wound me"

"Well then what are you d-doing here?"

Hiro lifted his hand and put it onto on the fidgety girls head. She flinched a bit.

"You're having writers block?"

"Y-yeah what's it to you?" It was a rhetorical question. She had said it almost in anger

"And you're stressed" Toko hated how soft his voice was all the time. What does he have to be so calm about anyway?

"What are all these useful questions for!"

"I can help you calm down if you need it" Hiro had a way of calming down. It was the one thing people could tell just by looking at him. I mean he looks like the definition of Smoke Weed Everyday. But of course, Fukawa being desperate to finish her work said

"Whatever, buh but make it quick!"

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So here they were. The fidgety,anxious, eggplant hair girl sitting on a beanbag chair less than 5 feet away from the worlds calmest, coolest and most collected man.

It wasn't awkward. At least not for Hagakure who was rolling up what was about to be Fukawa's "first weed" as she said it.

"first weed" gosh she's adorable.

It was the least strong of what he had. He didn't want to scare her too bad with the effects of it. She did have a novel she had to finish.

"S-so what does it d-d-do exactly?"

Hiro almost didn't understand the question. He forgot how different people react to stuff like this.

"Well, it depends. The most common of things that could happen is that you get the munchies -you know what that is right?- and you laugh a lot. There's more but those are the most common. You should just generally feel lighter. Not like you're constantly holding something crazy heavy and expensive and if you drop it everything is gonna shatter, ya know?"

"y-yeah. Do you feel that way often?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes times worse than others"

"O-oh I'm sorry"

"it's no biggie, Toukocchi, it's not like you did anything to cause it. it's just how life is sometimes" He gave Toko a reassuring smile.

Even in this awkward situation Toko seemed to relax more.

Hiro had lit up the joint and took a inhaled its contents as he put it to his lips.

It wasn't until he passed it to Fukawa that she felt scared to do it. She thought she could but it truly stressed her out more.

"Everything okay?"

"I-I'm.. I'm sorry. I thought this would be easier than it is"

Hiro looked at the joint then to the disappointed look on Toko's face.

"Um, there's uh. There's another way to do this. If you still want to that is. You wouldn't have to do anything really" Hiro felt awkward now. He wanted for Fukawa to feel calmer he did but this seemed to just stress him out.

"There is?" Toko spoke with a slight ounce of optimism in her voice

"Yeah, all that you would have to do is inhale really. You don't even have to hold this" He said taking the roller up paper back and resting it in between his middle and ring finger.

God, he was scared. How could he not be. She doesn't even know what the fucks going on right now.

"I would have to get like, super close to you though"

"How how close?"

"Like.. feel your breath on my face close. Like a kiss almost"

"uh-uh-A WHAT?!"

"It's not a real kiss. here I'll show you"

Hiro once again inhaled but this time held the smoke in his mouth. Then he stood up to get closer to Toko. He was gonna kneel in front of her but Toko stood up too. Okay. He cupped her face in his palm and let his thumb tugging on her chin to indicate that she needed to open he mouth a bit. As Hiro started leaning in Fukawa stood on her tiptoes to meet him half way. He tilted his head a but then their noses touched and could see how Toko closed her eyes. He slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth into hers.

As he said she should Toko breathed in his smoke.

When he pulled away he couldn't help but laugh.

"W-whats so funny?"

"ha! That-you just look so cute!"

Fukawa face turned as red as Leon's hair. She turned and hid her face in her hand and mumbled something.

"hehe what's that Toukocchi?" He said still laughing

"I was just saying how I-I could put something like this my next book. I-I-I mean the amount of tension that I could create just from a situation like this is phenomenal. There's a sense of romance and pinning that I could just ooze from writing about this"

As Yasuhiro heard the gibberish that spouted from the woman he loves and cherishes more than anything he couldn't help smile. He stepped closer to were Toko had walked off to mumbling in his room and wrapped ome arm around her waist lazily and let the other one rest on her shoulder and he spoke quietly in her ear

"So this is romantic huh? Should we ooze tension out of this too?"

Toko screamed. Hiro laughed and they both finished the joint. It was mostly Hiro but whatever.

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The next day In the cafeteria Hagekure sat next to Toko at breakfast. It was an omelet day.

"Hey, Toukocchi, did you ever finish your book?"

"y-yeah I did actually. Um, thank you, Yasuhiro" she did a pathetic version of what a smile is. It still warmed His heart.

"Anytime, kid" he said with a wink.

"Maybe next time don't grunt for 10 minutes" a voice spoke as it sat down

"S-Sorry Byakuya!"

"Apology considered, Fukawa"

#hagafuka #toko fukawa #Hagekure Yasuhiro #toko x Hagekure #toko x Yasuhiro #touko x Hagekure #touko x Yasuhiro #danganrompa #trigger happy havoc

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danganronpedits-archived · 4 years ago

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same anon from before, tumblr ate my ask im so sorry!! i would like a kin match up please, im an INFP and my friends tell me im a pushover and too nice to people who dont deserve it/too trusting,, i usually never open up to people and i use humor to cope,,, i like being alone and i rly prefer animals over people. im told to stop apologizing a lot, ee here are some sources!!:mysticmessenger,danganronpa, camp camp,n anything else i luv a lot of sources!!

don’t feel too bad, anon!!! i totally get it, tumblr’s got weird restrictions on asks,,,, another anon i did a matchup for had the same problem! it’s not your fault at all!!! um, but i can definitely get the matchup done for you! i am kind of uncomfortable with camp camp as a source, so the major matchups will be based around mysmes and danganronpa!! i’m sorry!!! your matchup is under the cut, since i realise these kinds of posts can get pretty long ,,,!

-mod tsu (placeholder mikan shift icons!! i’m working on better ones!!!)

first off, from mystic messenger, i match you with...

yoosung kim!

this section will contain spoilers for yoosung’s route, and mystic mesenger as a whole! please proceed with caution! i think that yoosung, at times, can be a pushover or too trusting- a strong example that comes to my mind is when seven tells him that... well, that you can die from drinking chocolate milk. as in, that yoosung has a disease yoosung completely believes it, and believes that he has accidentally poisoned himself, only to be taken off guard whenever the truth is revealed. i don’t mean to assume you’re gullible or anything!!! but i think that you could also relate to the embarrassment/shame that comes with being duped like this. um,, and i also don’t want to call you insecure,, but i think that something that comes with being anxious like how you seem is... like, blaming yourself for your mistakes !! i totally get that, but,, sometimes it’s not your fault, you know ?,,, um, but whenever yoosung finds out that seven was just joking around, while he is angry with the latter, he seems more disappointed in himself that he didn’t catch on. plus, the others do tease him a bit- that probably didn’t help. i could see the both of you not wanting to go on the defensive, and just more... crying. i would say that he is a bit less of a ‘real puppy', as the RFA members describe him, around V. however, i think that the two of you definitely have your limits with your kindness- rika was a person who was very important to yoosung, and V, to his knowledge, is someone who didn’t take her ‘death’ seriously. i think that if someone really hurt you personally, then you would maybe be less forgiving or kind towards them... but that’s just my own guessing!! i don’t want to be presumptuous!! um, i do think that of your mbti type, yoosung is at the very least an introvert. i think that someone more extroverted would find comfort in other people,,, while yoosung finds comfort in video games. um, this also ties into him not really opening up a lot of the time...

while yoosung does admit personal facts about himself ingame(such as him not having a girlfriend, or his distrust of V) i’d still argue that he doesn’t open up much, at least not at first. this is a strong part of yoosung that i think you can relate to- for both of you, the people you associate with have a general gist of what you’re like, but they may not be able to fully get into your mind and work out the reasoning behind your thought process. that’s not their fault or anything,,! it’s just that... i think it’s hard to know how to. but the point is, yoosung is severely depressed after rika’s death, and while it’s implied, we don’t properly learn that he copes with it through video games(and also loses his motivation to perform well in school, even though he knows it’s disappointing his parents) until later on in the story. i think that you may be able to relate to this, being aware of your responsibilities, but not being able to handle them for one reason or another. ah, but that’s just a shot in the dark!! i’m sorry if that’s completely wrong,, um, but yoosung is kind of comic relief for the first part of the game. while he may not mean for this to be intentional, i just... seeing that ketchup smiley face on the omelette... it’s the funniest picture on earth. i wish i was in the meeting where cheritz decided to make that a thing, and saw the art process... sorry that’s off topic!! he does like to be alone, though, i think!! that’s to an extent of course,, but two of his biggest hobbies are video games and cooking- both of which can be done with others, but are typically things done in solace. even volunteering, another one of his hobbies, doesn’t inherently mean working with other people... at least, not all the time. lastly, while i do think he’s fine with people, he may be able to find more comfort in animals. an example of this is how he dotes on rika’s dog, versus how he kind of struggles to get along with people like jumin and jaehee.

second off, from danganronpa, i match you with...

chihiro fujisaki!

i’ll be using she/her for chihiro on this post!! to start, for your MBTI type, chihiro is absolutely an introvert. her career is in programming, and considering that she tends to not work on a team for this, i’d say that programming is one of the most do-it-yourself activites out there. to quote the description of infp’s,,, “While they may be perceived as calm, reserved, or even shy, Mediators have an inner flame and passion that can truly shine.” this is just... a short, but encompassing description of chihiro. for starters, chihiro is definitely someone who i’d describe as a bit of a pushover,, while she is working on getting stronger and bettering herself(see the “flame and passion” in the INFP description), she is also kind to a remarkable, ‘pushover’-ish extent. even towards people like byakuya and hifumi(who isn’t inherently a bad person, but many are made... uncomfortable by his presence), chihiro tends to back off or take blame instead of fighting back against their... iffy remarks. with hifumi specifically, there are times when he’ll rave about his fanfiction career, and chihiro will respond with trying to make him happy, taking it in stride. i think that other people may find his demeanor as a reason to be uncomfortable by him- but she doesn’t see him in that way. she even tries to help him grow closer to the media he loves, saying “ I'm going to work hard to create something that can make people happy... And when I do complete it, I want you to try talking to it.” to him. chihiro also tends to not fully open up to people- like yoosung, you can get a general grip on her personality. however, with her gender-related issues, she only opens up to mondo whenever her identity will be revealed regardless, and that’s after at least ten years of keeping it all to herself. maybe you’re not that reserved, but it’s not something that most people would pick up on at first !! maybe you have tendencies that are in that similar “most people don’t really notice them” way at first,,!!

next up, while chihiro tends to take things from others rather seriously, she can be a little joking at times! particularly as someone’s straight man, chihiro tends to be good at deciphering gundham’s statements (Gundham: “Offerings such as birds grilled in hellfire and ensorcelled confections. [...] Go and eat.” Chihiro: “So you want to share the food and cake from the party with me?”), which aren’t exactly things to laugh openly at, but i smiled at it. she does seem to like to be alone- like yoosung, i don’t think she dislikes people per say, but a lot of others can make her feel standoffish or out of place ingame. i think you can relate to that, feeling like you don’t exactly belong when talking to others... so you just don’t because it’s draining, having all that nervousness. also, she’s said ingame that she really likes rabbits and hamsters, and that she’d like to have one as a pet. she’s not told to stop apologising too much, though her habit of saying sorry is pointed out several times ingame. plus, characters like kaede and makoto are quick to say that she doesn’t need to or that things are okay, so... maybe you can also understand that side of it! i’m realising that i didn’t expand on chihiro’s niceness enough,, i may not need to, but chihiro is described as “one of the kindest and softest characters in Danganronpa”. she literally wouldn’t hurt a fly(or, mosquito) because it might have a family, and if you give her something she strongly dislikes in free time, she’ll say “Um...well... I'm sure someone else will appreciate having that more than me. Maybe you should find someone to give it to who can make better use of it...”. she’s very gentle with the feelings of... well, everyone and everything around her, and i think that you could maybe feel that way too!! i definitely get being hesitant when talking with other people, and not wanting to hurt them,, i hope that you’ll be able to grow more confident, anon!!

and lastly, from danganronpa, i match you with...

mikan tsumiki!

maybe you saw this coming ;!! i think that mikan can definitely be described as a pushover, she’s been severely bullied her whole life and her default state is freaking out. in terms of INFP, i think that while she wants people to like her(and is borderline attention-seeking), she is an introvert to an extent. like with chihiro, the anxiety that comes with talking to others can be exhausting- her ‘energy’ around others is more fueled by that adrenaline. however, i’m sure that she regenerates by being alone, even if it gives her paranoia. maybe you relate to that, but not on such a high scale- like, you could be by yourself for a while, and that could make you worried that you’ve been away from other people for too long. with the F part of INFP(feeling), i think that this is a key part of mikan’s personality, actually. while some may see her reliance on medical knowledge as her leaning towards T(thinking), i think that for most of the problems in her life, she just goes with her gut. a lot of her reactions to other people are based on her own emotions, and i’d say that you can relate to that too. i get being a more emotional than logical thinker, anon, so don’t feel stupid or bad about it, haha... i wouldn’t be surprised if you’re easily made nervous just in general, and if part of you apologising is because... you feel like you messed up in a conversation, or that you might have upset someone. i’m sure that you’re not as bad as you may think you are, anon ,,, um, i think that mikan can definitely be too trusting/nice towards people that don’t deserve it. she’s very kind to hiyoko despite the dancer’s mistreatment of her(despite having an underlying resentment towards her), and even in the face of people like junko and kokichi, she doesn’t take their misleading tactics as... lies or manipulation, despite it being a little obvious, instead trusting that they have good intentions. even in kokichi’s case, when he admits that he was faking sick, she apologises for figuring out his lie. even if he is taking it easy on her, i think both you and her are good at finding out reasons that... well, you’ve done something wrong.

like chihiro, while i think many can get a general grip on mikan’s personality, neither of you really open up and let people get into the... like, inner workings of your head. for example, mikan does hold anger towards her ab-sers, deep, deep down, of course. i’m sure that she’d never admit it, and feels borderline ashamed of these feelings. in fact, she only admits it whenever she’s... literally inflicted with a disorder meant to cause her despair/unhappiness. i don’t know you personally, or anything, but i wouldn’t be surprised if there are people you hold resentment for. i also think that maybe with your timidity and apology streak, you would never voice this anger out loud. um, i don’t want to assume though!!! so if that’s wrong,, disregard it,, i don’t want you to have a worse perception of yourself ,,, um, i don’t think she exactly uses humor to cope? but a lot of her... um, offerings as apologies, can be seen as humorous. if your sense of humour is... strange. and i think that she can also enjoy being alone, even if she does like attention- whenever the spotlight is on her i think she wouldn’t know what to do, and she’s probably more comfortable whenever there aren’t expectations being placed on her. i think that she can prefer animals over people... to an extent. plenty of them would remind her of the bullying she faced, yes. but i think that there’s a lot of comfort in just... something small being there by your side. dogs have been described as a very forgiving animal(though they don’t exactly have the emotional capabilities to forgive in the way we define forgiving... still.), and i think that she’d like that. she also might be good at taking care of animals, as part of her nursing knowledge. plus, it’s a small detail, but in the anime she references jurrasic park in response to nekomaru’s enormous shouting. lastly, mikan is noted to apologise very excessively. while she’s not exactly told to stop apologising, she can be a little exasperating to even her more polite/patient classmates, like mahiru and hajime.

minor matchups time! from danganronpa, you also remind me strongly of makoto naegi, monomi/usami, and seiko kimura, as well as somewhat of tsumugi shirogane, chiaki nanami, and gonta gokuhara! from mystic messenger, you also remind me somewhat of jaehee kang. from other sources, you remind me strongly of fluttershy from my little pony, as well as strongly of macarona from the grey garden, and dolphi from watgbs! from 1bitheart, you also remind me strongly of rocca rion and haruya nasuki, and somewhat of kotora yatano. from bang dream, you also remind me of shirokane rinko. from alice mare, you remind me of chelsy and allen. lastly, from pokemon reborn, you also remind me strongly of shelly citra!

hope this was helpful anon!! i didn’t really get to finish yoosung’s route,, so my description of yoosung is based off of a transcript and the wiki, mostly ;; it may not be too accurate, so please remember that you know best!!! thank you very much for requesting!!

#danganronpa kin #mystic messenger kin #mysmes kin #kin matchup #dr kin #yall remember when i thought it was funny when my kin matchups would hit 1k words #yeah. shoutout to this one for being over 2k #ask #request finished #anon

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toxicpineapple · 5 years ago

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is there a specific reason u dont like oumota?? or do u just Dislike it

oh boy anon you’re really gonna have me go into that kinda conversation alright... i guess it’s no secret that oumota is my least favourite pairing, so i don’t mind talking about it. all that aside please keep in mind that these are my opinions and i have a lot of respect for people who ship any pairing (aside from the problematic ones, obviously, pro-ship dni) and i have zero desire to start any fights with anybody.

i’ve never been a fan of enemies-to-lovers as a trope. i think it’s good to start there. one of my earliest fandoms was the death note fandom, and there was a LOT of lawlight (l x light) content. still is, i’m sure, i just haven’t been by the fandom in a while. i just, i absolutely hated it. i was in fifth grade at the time so i was a bit... oblivious, to chemistry between characters as a whole, but also, it just didn’t make any sense to me! they hated each other! why would you think that’s a good relationship! light LITERALLY wanted l dead and i’m not gonna say any spoilers in case i have followers who haven’t seen the show yet but the way things go down... it just didn’t make sense to me. there was the homoerotic foot rubbing scene, of course, and l tells light that they’re friends, but light was being ACTIVELY MANIPULATIVE the entire time. i didn’t see why people would want to ship people who are enemies. i couldn’t wrap my head around it.

after being in fandom for a bit longer, i think i’ve managed to figure it out, lol. i am (and will always be) of the belief that any pairing can be done well, given enough time and attention. (again aside from the problematic ones i’m not here to engage with incest or pedophilia okay that shit is nasty and i don’t need your “it’s fiction!” bull that kind of mindset perpetuates abuse.) if you can sell me on it, then damn, sure, i’ll be into it. i’m still not big on enemies-to-lovers, that fifth grade mindset of “it’s so weird to ship people who hate each other” hasn’t really gone away, but i’m open to it. if you can sell it, i’ll buy it! that kind of thing.

i still prefer friends-to-lovers though. in the danganronpa fandom, i’ve always prefered naegiri and hinanami over naegami and komahina. (oumasai and saimota are the exception, i go back and forth on them but ultimately i love them equally, ouma being my favourite antag and all) i just think that positive interactions are healthier, and communication is easier when you’re not at each other’s throats all the time. this is obviously my opinion, subject to debate and all that, yadda yadda yadda. i’ll take shy smiles across the breakfast table over homoerotic pauses in the middle of arguments any day of the week.

i think you’re starting to get the reason why oumota isn’t my cup of tea. still, i like naegami and komahina, like, a LOT. enough that i would write them on my own time, extensively, just because i feel like it. there are pairings where i wouldn’t be so willing, where i’d just shrug and do it if requested but ultimately keep to my side of the playground. even if i don’t immediately jump to shipping people who dislike each other, that doesn’t mean i should have an avid hate for this pairing! so what gives?

it comes down to this, anon: ouma and momota HATE each other in canon. with a lot of enemies-to-lovers things, there’s like, a brief moment of mutual appreciation to give people steam. byakuya and makoto have that!!! byakuya is there to help makoto as much as he can after their killing game, and from post-chapter four onwards byakuya is unreservedly on makoto’s side. they work together!!!! at the end of the game byakuya says he’ll help if people need it!!!!! (through the byakuya translator ofc.) and then he DOES!!!!!!! he went into the neo-world program to help makoto!!!

and komahina has that too!!! all of chapter one, for example? nagito’s ftes? at the end of nagito’s ftes hajime starts to really, truly understand why nagito is the way he is. he doesn’t agree with his actions but he gets it! and he feels BAD for him!! so bad that nagito lies and says what he’s been talking about didn’t really happen. not to mention 2.5, and post-canon, all the potential for slowburn while the remnants are living together on jabberwock island.... they make me soft.

saiouma has that too, i mean, i wouldn’t call saiouma enemies-to-lovers necessarily if only because shuichi is so passive for most of the game, but they have those, like, those small moments. ouma calls shuichi his beloved, and i do believe his behaviour in chapter four was just manipulation, but still, y’know, he was flirting. ouma’s love hotel shows that shuichi is LITERALLY his ideal, and shuichi puts up with all these death threats and games throughout ouma’s ftes in an attempt to understand him-- the final fte is so sweet, how shuichi bandages his finger after he cuts himself.... pique chaotic dumbass energy but they’re adorable as hell.

and i’m sorry to say this, but in my opinion and as far as i can remember... oumota...... doesn’t have that. not once does either ouma or momota show anything but cool distaste for one another. momota PUNCHES OUMA IN THE FACE in chapter four, which is the first real time you see the two of them like.... interacting? (aside from kaito begrudgingly, secretly agreeing with kokichi about people watching the motive videos, but that’s not shipping fuel imo.) and it only gets worse from there. throughout chapter four kokichi goads kaito, trying to pick at his insecurities-- not to mention he tries to get closer to shuichi, someone who kaito has been very close to this entire time!!! he insists that shuichi investigate with him, rather than with kaito, and keeps egging him on throughout the entire trial, mocking him and praising shuichi, the like. and after the trial kokichi PUNCHES KAITO IN THE STOMACH!!! AND KAITO HAS A COUGHING FIT SO BAD HE FALLS TO HIS KNEES!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! sorry i’m trying not to be akdljflk about this it just... gah. i dunno. ouma absolutely SLAUGHTERS kaito and shuichi’s relationship, deliberately picking at kaito’s insecurities in order to tear down the group as a whole, and i just... it rubs me the wrong way.

chapter five is even worse for me. i know it’s like the biggest shipping fuel people have for them, and i,,, i get it? it’s poetic, the villain and the hero, these two purple dudes who represent opposing ideals, in this scandalous romance behind the exisal or whatever. i just can’t with it, though.

let’s talk about what ouma does to kaito in chapter five :)

-he knocks him out with an exisal and takes him hostage -he sends all his friends (except maki, beautiful, erratic maki) into a DEPRESSION so that the audience will get bored and stop watching the killing game -sorry i already said this but he KIDNAPS KAITO!! HE KIDNAPS HIM!!!! AND TRAPS HIM IN THE EXISAL HANGAR!!!! -he forces kaito to be indebted to him by pretending to drink the antidote and then giving it to him -he THREATENS MAKI!! HE THREATENS HER LIFE!!! IF KOKICHI DIES MAKI WILL BE EXECUTED AS THE BLACKENED AND KAITO KNOWS THIS!!!! i don’t care if you ship momoharu those two had A relationship regardless of whether you saw it was romantic or platonic and kaito cared about her??

he essentially held both maki and kaito hostage and BLACKMAILED kaito into going along with his plan. at the end of the chapter five trial kaito states that he went along with it because he thought it was brilliant, not because kokichi threatened maki, but i still just... it kind of horrifies me.

(i want to be perfectly clear that i LOVE kokichi ouma, he’s a brilliantly morally ambiguous character who did a bunch of fucked up things to try to achieve a noble cause and in no way is this me shitting on him, i’m just saying that given the things kokichi did to kaito i just, can’t get behind it.)

i should also address that even after kokichi did all that, even started BREAKING DOWN in the exisal hangar, kaito maintained that kokichi was a bastard who was difficult to understand. kokichi was being perfectly clear about his intentions. he wanted to end the killing games. i don’t think he ever wanted anything else, in the game. after all of that, for some reason, kaito still just didn’t get it. and i don’t think it’s because kaito is stupid-- kaito is NOT stupid, as funny as the memes are-- i just think that he was genuinely unwilling to try to understand kokichi ouma. he was sympathetic towards a lot of people. shuichi and maki and kaede and gonta and all of them. but he just, he didn’t like ouma. and i feel as though (this is just my speculation so don’t take this as anything real) kokichi never held anything towards kaito except resentment, either. because here’s this THICK DUMBASS who is ruining EVERYTHING that he’s trying to work towards-- not only that, but everyone absolutely adores him, the one thing that kokichi can not, no matter what, hope to achieve. because in order for his plan to work, he needs them to hate him.

all this is canon-compliant, though. i think ouma would’ve been a lot more mild in a non-despair au. i still don’t like the pairing in any aus though, regardless. i just don’t feel like they have the right kind of chemistry. ouma is, he’s like, he’s childish! he likes picking at people, trying to get reactions out of them. y’know who’s easy to get reactions out of? kaito. and not because he’s some funny stupid man, because he has CRIPPLINGLY LOW SELF ESTEEM. kaito is DEADASS afraid of ghosts and i know it’s a funny haha but he nearly shits himself whenever they’re so much as mentioned and ouma is the type of person who would just continue to bring them up to get the reaction out of him. it’s like shipping hiyoko and mikan, y’know? mikan gives hiyoko the reactions she wants and mikan takes it because she’s desperate for attention of any kind. they both feed into each other’s worst tendencies. kaito is easily challenged. all you have to do is imply he’s not a man and he’ll do whatever you want. that’s not HEALTHY!! and ouma would take advantage of it. not because he’s a bad person, but just because, he like,,, he messes around and he takes things too far because he’s a child and he hasn’t seen any real repercussions. that’s what i believe.

this is more of a petty, unrelated reason, but i also used to follow this really annoying oumota shipper who was constantly shoving the pairing down everyone’s throat and absolutely slaughtering kaito’s characterisation in the meantime. in a lot of fics i read before becoming actively against it, i saw ouma being a sniveling crybaby, totally unable to defend himself from anything, and kaito being this callous asshole who was mean to everyone but ouma. i just, i don’t see it? and then maki is always portrayed as so abusive, threatening and hurting ouma all over the place because kaito likes him and not her and shuichi is borderline obsessive if not outright creepy, either jealous of kaito or kokichi because there’s no grey area with these people, and they just, they make shuichi and maki so unsupportive and mean and i just... i don’t like it, not at all. the fastest way to make me hate a thing is by vilifying my favourite characters.

sorry for the long answer, anon. i know i have followers who like oumota, and i respect you for it! it’s just a MAJOR squick for me and i try not to engage with it if i can avoid it! thanks for the question!

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recurring-polynya · 4 years ago

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Do we have a Byakuya giving Renji marriage advice fic? I'd love to read one!

I know this is gonna seem like I can’t read the prompt, because it’s 95% Byakuya giving Rukia marriage advice, but I just honestly think Byakuya trusts Renji on this, given that Renji has worked for him for years at this point and just sort of anticipates all his needs and understands him better than really anyone, and also, Byakuya does not understand Renji at all and has no idea how his dumb jock brain works. He knows exactly how Rukia’s brain works, though.

Anyway, I am back on my Byakuya-writing-letters bullshit, please enjoy some Sunday afternoon feels. I think it should be obvious, but this takes place the night after Rukia and Renji’s wedding.

❤️ 🥂 🎊

It was late at night, but Rukia couldn’t sleep. Too much excitement, maybe, the unfamiliarity of a new house, the evening’s pleasant alcoholic haze fading into the beginnings of a hangover. It certainly couldn’t be the idea of a new life entirely, looming in front of her like an iceberg, complete with a new name and all sorts of new possibilities. Primarily, there was a new bed and a new person who slept in it with her, and she found the idea of waking him up terrifying, so she slipped out from under the blankets and crept downstairs.

She was digging around in the kitchen, wondering if Renji had gotten around to making any pickles since he moved in a month ago (there was an entire cabinet full, wonderful man!), when she remembered the note.

Rukia had briefly flipped through the envelopes of wedding money they had received earlier. The one from her brother bulged, and when she opened it up, the bills inside were large. Renji got nervous in the presence of large sums of money and she suspected he would attempt to give it back, so put it away quickly to deal with later, but not before she noticed a sheet of paper tucked inside among the bills. It had only her name on it, in her brother’s finest handwriting.

After retrieving the note, she settled on the couch (which had been Renji’s but was now theirs because that’s how this worked) with the jar of pickles tucked beside her (the pickles were hers because they were the spicy kind Renji made specially for her even though he couldn’t eat them himself).

My beloved sister, the note opened.

It is my impression that one of the important roles of an older brother is to go before one’s younger siblings, to chart the unknown terrain of life, and to act as guide and mentor. My own marriage was characterized by deep love and joy in the face of hardship, and I hope that yours will contain all of its happiness and none of its heartache. Unfortunately, I regret to inform you, I have no idea how I did it.

When our lots were first cast together, as you know, I declined to form a close relationship with you. This was a mistake on my part, born of the fear that you would remind me too much of Hisana. Later on, to my horror, I found the truth to be far worse-- although you do share some of your sister’s fine qualities, in personality, you bear a much greater resemblance to myself.

That being the case, I imagine that by the time you find this note, you will have tied yourself up into knots over whether or not you ‘deserve this’ or if you can ever be a satisfactory partner. We are very fine Kuchiki, you and I, Rukia. We are strong of body and of will. We are dignified in all we do. We devote ourselves to our duties before our else. Our hearts are strong and love strongly, but we hold them close, as we must. Our family is our pride, which, paradoxically, makes it nearly impossible to share ourselves with those we hold closest.

Your sister Hisana was an exceedingly stubborn person, who formed her own opinions of me, which may or may not have had any grounding in reality. She frequently told me that I was ‘kind’ and ‘thoughtful’ and ‘sweet’ and a variety of other adjectives that no other thinking person would dare to apply to me. It is very difficult to live with such a person for long before you find yourself trying to live up to their misguided delusions.

As it happens, this is among the distressing number of personality traits my adjutant shares with my late wife. His optimism is endless, his vision is permanently rose-tinted, even when he insists upon wearing those horrendous goggles. Any yet, time and again, I have seen him bring out the best qualities in the horrible ne’er-do-wells under our mutual command. Indeed, if I have ever been a good brother to you, it is mostly due to his belief that I could be so. It is a verifiable fact that you are one of the best best souls in all of Soul Society, one would think it would be unimaginable to inflate your worth beyond its actual measure, and yet, somewhere, he manages that, as well.

How is one supposed to live up to these sorts of expectations from the person they love most of all? It is impossible. At least in my case, Hisana was quite aware that I am a pompous buffoon, whereas Abarai fully believes the sun rises and sets for your personal benefit. I am going to tell you something that may be difficult to hear: you have to simply deal with it. He is never going to stop. If you are truly as like to me as I suspect, you will rebel against this, your brain constantly trying to sabotage your happiness.

The fact of the matter is, Rukia, these feelings of inadequacy spring from the very fact that you hold him so dearly that your own estimation of him is also blown out of proportion. Do not misinterpret me. I am very fond of Abarai, but he is a mess. A disaster. You have probably never seen his filing system, but it would give you the vapors. (I do suggest that you take responsibility over that aspect of your household management.) Again, I sympathize. He is actually not nearly so bad as your sister, whom I once watched deface a centerpiece at a very fancy benefit dinner (the end result was extremely offensive and also very humorous). In my mind, she is still the most perfect person I have ever met.

Perhaps I am mistaken. Perhaps you are plagued with none of the insecurities that troubled the early days of my marriage, and that I was only able to come to terms with once it became evident that our time together would be finite. I desperately hope this is the case, and if so, please do me the courtesy of destroying this letter, and forgetting all of this.

In either case, I wish you the utmost happiness with your horrible husband.

Your affectionate brother,

Byakuya

Rukia’s fingers clenched on the edges of the paper. The edges of her eyes were burning. How dare he do this to her, after all these years? How many times had they crossed paths in the gardens in the hours when they should have been sleeping? Since when did they need to say things in order to show how well they understood each other? Rukia had half a mind to march over there right now and punch him in his perfect face. He was most likely sitting out next to the koi pond this very minute.

“Thinkin’ of skippin’ out on me already?” a sleepy voice asked behind her, and Rukia jumped nearly a foot in the air.

“What? No!” Rukia rubbed at her hair and frowned apologetically at Renji, who seemed more interested in yawning. "I was thinking too loud and I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Nah, my skull is too thick, I can’t even hear my own thoughts most of the time.” Renji leaned over the back of the couch, and Rukia guiltily folded her note in half. “Letter from Captain?”

“Uh, yeah,” Rukia excused. “Sorry. It was kinda personal.”

“I understand. I got one, too. It was less personal.”

A piece of paper dropped in her lap and as she was busy unfolded it, Renji grabbed her jar of pickles.

“Hey, that’s mine!” she protested.

“You don’t gotta tell me what your brother wrote to you,” Renji yawned, tucking the pickles under his arm. “But I think you should probably listen to him. He knows what’s he’s on about.”

Rukia looked at the piece of Squad Six letterhead in her hands. In precise, businesslike handwriting, it read:

To: Abarai Renji, Assistant Captain, Sixth Division

From: Kuchiki Byakuya, Captain Sixth Division

Re: My sister/Your pending wife

Lieutenant Abarai,

Please be aware that Rukia is prone to poor decisions when she has insomnia and it is in your best interest to prevent her from consuming excessively spicy and/or vinegared goods past a respectable bedtime.

Sincerely,

Captain Kuchiki

“Rat fink!” Rukia exclaimed.

“Come back to bed,” Renji implored, pressing a kiss into her hair. “I know some good ways to make your brain shut up.”

“Okay,” Rukia agreed grumpily. “I’m eating those pickles for breakfast, though.”

“I’m makin’ pancakes, but suit yourself.”

Rukia decided that maybe it was best to try and get some rest. She had a big rest-of-her-life coming up the next day.

#my writing #byakuya kuchiki #rukia kuchiki #renji abarai #renruki #byakuya feels are the worst feels #but pining-for-his-dead-wife byakuya is the best byakuya #the paradox of byakuya

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serene-faerie · 5 years ago

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The IR fandom are such a sad fraction, I try to be as respectful as I can, but seeing their crap in the bleach tag makes me furious, I saw what you were referring to, funnily enough they pretend to like ByaRen, how does anyone ship something when they HATE one half of it?? They're so bitter about losing I'd feel sorry for them but again I agree with you; based on what we see they're might as well be real life bullies. Renji and Rukia are canonically sexually active IRs be mad forever :D

I know, it’s really frustrating. I also wish to be as respectable as possible, as my motto is “Ship what you want, but don’t be a dick about it”. However, a good number of IR fans are so cruel and horrible that I truly feel sorry for all the nicer, kinder fans that have to put up with their fandom’s bad reputation and get bullied every time they have a different opinion, are alright with IchiHime, or try and tell the bullies to leave us alone.

Honestly, it’s really telling when those people will treat one half of ByaRen like absolute crap all while licking the feet of the other character; it’s disgusting, and it furthers my theory that those fans just hate poor people, since they practically worship and lick the feet of all the wealthier characters (like Byakuya, Rukia, Ichigo, Ishida). They also give the genuine ByaRen fans a bad name; I ship Byakuya and Renji because I like their interactions and their dynamic, both as a couple and as a BROTP. The spite-shippers just “ship” them to get Renji out of the way, and I hate it.

(Nothing against RenRuki tho; I think they’re cute together, but I prefer them as a BROTP)

I am sick of them constantly mocking Renji’s name and appearance; some of the stuff they say about him is so creepy, racist, gross, and really just boggles my mind. They think Renji’s a loser??? How the hell does one look at this guy…

…and think he’s a loser/Nice Guy™/Cuckold (god, I hate that word)??? God, they really think they’re fooling us when they reblog one or two sexy pics of Renji, but no meta, no appreciation posts, none of those things. Like, they’re so transparent lmao.

Renji is such a beautiful character: he’s got a complex personality and motivations, stays true to himself, and always strives to better himself. He’s a character with depth, and there’s just so much in him to work with; he’s one of my most favourite characters to write about. And it saddens me when people ignore those traits for the sake of their “jokes”.

(I also seriously loathe Studio Pierrot for how they’ve treated Renji, and the day they go bankrupt, I won’t even mourn them; I’ll just laugh because they’re such a disgusting studio)

They just make themselves stupid on purpose for the sake of shipping and bullying other people and honestly, I’m so glad I only got into Bleach a year after it ended, when I was 19 years old. I know for a fact that if I’d tried to get into the fandom when I was 14 or something, when I was going through rougher times and was more depressed, I would’ve been even more miserable and in a super dark place because I definitely would’ve been bullied for not shipping IR.

And I agree with you, as if Rukia would ever be unsatisfied with a sexy and sweet man like Renji as her husband ;-) Hell, she’s a very lucky woman, and the haters just can’t handle that fact.

And besides, the more the haters hate, the more I feel like creating more positive Renji-centric content out of spite :D So don’t let those haters get to you, and let’s just keep on fighting back against their shallow, gross mockery and keep on making Renji as the sweet, sexy badass that he always will be!

Thanks for passing by~!

#nono6thebleachfan #bleach #abarai renji #renji abarai #the stray dog #rant #byaren #renruki

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continuouscalamity · 5 years ago

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CHAPTER 5 - EVENT

Byakuya gathered people at the Elsinore Stream after sending out a message in the group chat. Makoto, Rantaro, Mahiru, and Taeko arrive.

"Alright, so... to begin, I'll precipice now that the things I need to discuss will... violently impair your vision of me." Togami says, but pauses. "Well-- I do know that I'm not well respected, so I'm not concerned."

"I'm also curious on why you think I gathered you here. Any theories before I say it?" Togami puts his hands on his hips. He shoots Mahiru a look though. Not you.

“Uhm, well....” Rantaro makes sure to stretch that well as he exchanges glances between Togami and Mahiru. Okay. Keep your secrets. He puts on a coy smile. “You and Naegi wanna get married and want Mahiru to be the priest. And I’m the best man.” He chuckled.

"What-- no," Togami shakes his head.

"It's actually quite the opposite in... tone, I suppose." Togami says with a hum, rubbing at his chin and averting his eyes. "It's not something most people would want to hear coming out of somebody's mouth-- someone who they've been surviving with for the weeks we've been here."

He pauses, taking a deep breath, before looking at the others with a steely expression. "I'm not the Ultimate Swordsman." Togami confesses, fists clutched to his sides. "In fact, I'm proficient in most, if not all, weapons."

"My true talent is an assassin."

Naegi only frowns, tightening his grip around his rabbit. He stares at the ground with a sullen expression; supposes he's heard it before.

“...Assassin, huh?”

Rantaro swallows hard and tries not to make that scary face that’s really begging to come out right now.

“I can see why you didn’t want to be upfront about it.” Togami is his friend. Maybe he was just doing it for money’s sake or for the sake of his family. In that degree he can understand.

Togami nods.

"It's... complicated. But is is for my family." Togami says, pressing his lips into a thin line, hand nervously resting at the hilt of his sword. Not a very great place to put your hand after admitting something so deadly.

"They-- I was trained, since childhood. To be their killer."

Mahiru frowns, but it's concerned, worried. She has a big mouth, but she's ready to jump in if Togami needs, but...she probably shouldn't.

Togami licks his lips nervously. "I've told Koizumi and Makoto about it already."

"But it's a shock for... the rest of you."

Mahiru ducks her head. Sorry, Rantaro. Wasn't her secret to tell.

“Right. Right...To say that it’s a shock is really an understatement.”

Rantaro sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The private eye shook his head but he couldn’t be mad at them. He had a couple of secrets of his own, he understood the pressure of keeping them. “But why come out as Ultimate Assassin now? I’m sorry, but you look like the type to keep this to yourself until it’s really dire.”

"The motive," Mahiru says quietly, grimacing. Fuck them puppets.

He nods. "Truthfully, it is dire." Togami says with a shrug. "But... seeing as we're in a killing game, my survival rate has always been close to nothing-- even for someone with my caliber, and the--" Being cut off with Mahiru's voice, he nods. "Yes, the motive."

"I spoke to miss Traitor about the... motives. That they could be targeting specific people brought here." He says. "I suspected this one could be targeting me, in specific." "And I also suspected that because of the rooms in Elsinore Castle-- there's no possible explanation for them knowing who'd still be alive by now unless... they arranged it."

Mahiru visibly flinches at the 'nickname,' panicked for a moment as she hasn't actually told everyone yet. Thankfully, most of the people here already do know, but...Well. Maybe Togami told Naegi already. Maybe she doesn't have to explain herself a third time.

Togami did not, when they were talking, bring up the castle rooms thing.

"So...it's scripted?" She says, voice rising in slight hysteria before she forcibly lowers it.

Well, great. Taeko’s face scrunches, almost unconsciously.

“I’m surprised you waited this long,” She pauses. It lingers for a beat too long. “To tell everyone about this, I mean. That’s quite the talent. Honestly, I feel like finding that out would make people too intimidated to try killing you. Not the opposite,”

The words coming out of her mouth are more impartial than she had thought they’d be, and fiddles with the leather of her gloves. She hadn’t particularly thought that he was clean of bloodshed, with how he spoke of his talent. The fact that he was an assassin was..something of a shock, though.

There’s a tiny part of her brain that makes Taeko wonder why Byakuya wouldn’t tell her something like this, but almost makes her scoff. They’ve only been speaking to each other a month or so. This isn’t the sort of information you share with someone that distant.

Or maybe not, considering how Makoto and Mahiru don’t seem surprised at all.

“Well, why tell us now? I’d say this motive is optimal for you, considering him,” Taeko gestures vaguely to Makoto, “But you also aren’t the type to stoop to such a level,” Or is he? She’s not sure she knows anymore.

If her nails were exposed, she’d be inspecting them. As it is, though, Taeko just crosses her arms and sends Byakuya a raised eyebrow.

"I... am not." Togami shakes his head a bit hesitantly. "But considering the motive, it nearly hit me enough to do so, but... now I suspect they've scripted it on purpose." He gestures to Mahiru. As she said.

"A mere hunch-- It isn't like anyone else could've taken advantage of a motive aside from the ones who did, but perhaps that's the thing. Some people could've, but didn't. The ones who did... well, with all the preparation for those executions, it makes me wonder."

"I'm not here to start a conspiracy though-- I'm here to admit my secret. And I have." He says, picking at the end of his sword handle idly. "Truly, I didn't have a choice of telling you earlier, nonetheless."

He glances at Taeko. "My family knows by now-- they find out somehow, and it always happens. They always know when someone in the family has said too much, and that person is found dead quickly. Surely, now that I've admitted it to you all, I don't really..."

Ah, he remembers what Mahiru told him. "I just-- simply know that... even if they come for me, I won't allow myself to die on their whims." He says. "And if I succumbed to this motive, I'd either escape with a plus one and be killed, or... be executed by the puppets."

“....” Oh fuck, he’s going to kill one of us isn’t he. Rantaro bites his tongue. No. It’s wrong to think of that...But that’s the message he’s trying to convey isn’t it.

"We're not going to let you die on their whims," Mahiru corrects, looking at him seriously. "You're not alone in this. If we're breaking the script, we're breaking it together."

She crosses her arms, trying remain unaffected by the growing tension around the group.

"None of us are going to die on the game maker's terms or anyone else's." Bold of a traitor to say, but okay.

Byakuya just nods.

He hates hearing him say it; he's doomed to death, but Naegi doesn't want to accept it... he just can't accept it. He pulls his bunny up to his chest, frown etched onto his face.

"Exactly what Koizumi-san said... Byakuya, I know we're gonna figure something out..." His voice is weak, and embarrassingly enough, unsure-- but he has the faith... surely, he does.

Rantaro looked at the ground and sighed. He’d take a bullet for the people- no, friends around him. He knows he’ll be okay but they’re all he’s got to lose. Amami takes a deep breath, digging his foot into the ground. “We’ll...We’ll be fine.”

“If you know that much about your family’s methods, I’m sure you could find a way to avoid it. Better to fight than perish like a dog at the hands of the puppets.” Because as much as Taeko cares about him, she’s not going to let him kill the rest of them just to escape. Sorry buddy.

"And-- you will be fine. Everyone here is going to be fine, I just supposed it'd be better to... let it be done. I am going to fight."

He grips his sword handle, pulling it from it's sheath-- that's not the bamboo sword he typically held, that was... it had to have been taken from his room in the castle.

"To the very last breath."

He turns the sword on himself.

SHNK--!!

He collapses to his knees as it spears through his abdomen.

"Byakuya-" Mahiru is over by the swordsman's side before she realizes where her feet are taking her. She's holding back something like a scream, like a sob, but what really comes out is a half-anguished, half-angry "What the fuck?"

“You idiot,” Taeko hisses, running to his side. “What are you- you-“ She’s panicking. Oh boy.

"BYAKUYA!--"

Naegi screams, dropping his stupid rabbit and he rushes to his side, eyes wide in a horrified expression. He drops to his knees next to him, hands shaking and he wants to do something, but he doesn't know what-- how to--

There are tears streaming down his cheeks, he didn't even notice when they had started to overflow, but they aren't stopping. "W-What do I--"

“T- TOGAMI!” Rantaro is too in shock to move at first but he quickly shakes out of it once the others are surrounding him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck- “We need to take him-“ Oh fuck the nurse is dead.

“W-we can’t take it out. The. The blood loss—“ Taeko’s mouth is barely forming words, and her hands are fluttering. “Do you think Iruma-san’s room has medical supplies in it?”

Togami coughs, blood spilling from his chin and splattering droplets onto the grass below. He's basically keeling over by now- shaking as he grips the sword handle with all his might-- fuck, the blade is pierced straight through him,

"I-It hurts--"

“Y-Yeah! But were going to have to be quick about it!” Rantaro pushes Naegi out of the way and tries to carry Togami, arms wrapped under his armpits. “Someone take this feet! Now!”

"You said-" Mahiru hiccups, and oh, she is crying, isn't she? She's absentmindedly holding onto Byakuya's shoulder, as if that would do anything. "You said... you'd try to survive. We'd help you."

This dumbass, this fucking dumbass—

Taeko pathetically tries to grab under his like. Leg. She’s not really strong enough. “Naegi-san, please—“

He's gritting his teeth, eyes squeezed shut as the pain becomes unbearable-- this is what dying feels like, doesn't it? Except he's not cold, his body feels like it's on fire.

"N-No," He grunts out, blood abstracting his speech. "Just let me-- let me just, I want to die here,"

He can barely move, but he has to do something, doesn't he? Even though his limbs feel like stone, moving hurts, he can barely breathe-- he does as he's asked, blinded with tears, he goes to Taeko's side to grab his legs.

"Byakuya, please--"

Rantaro gritted his teeth and started lifting him. If he’s talking that means he’s still alive.

He's kicking and struggling-- he doesn't want to be carried.

"LET ME DOWN," He shouts.

Taeko yelps.

“Koizumi-san, I feel as if we’ll need your help—“

He's using all the strength he can to hold him down-- he hates it, hates hearing his shouting and feeling him struggle like that, it hurts but he...

"PLEASE, l-live for me, please--" His voice wavers into a soft sob, begging and shivering... he can hardly think.

"Just let me--" He lets out a yelp of pain, more blood spilling from his lips as he grits his teeth. He slaps weakly at the hand in his hair, tears and blood staining his face.

Mahiru's brain is racing, as she tries to reconcile their conversation the other day with what's happening right now.

"P-" She starts, and stops. "Put him down. Put him back down. Gently."

The tears are flowing freely now, but she doesn't bother to wipe at them.

"If you- If he keeps struggling in your grip he'll fade faster."

Taeko lowers him, slowly. “Should I— go back to Iruma-san’s room? See if there’s anything there?”

Mahiru nods roughly.

Well. She hasn’t run in a while, but now is probably a good time.

"Don't leave," He orders Taeko weakly.

“Oh Jesus Christ-“ Rantaro groaned and was about to go faster when Mahiru came into frame. He follows along with Taeko. “Y-Yeah...” God, he’s not ready for this. Oh god. Oh fuck.

Taeko lets out a huff, but it’s strained.

“I have half the mind to ignore you, Byakuya-san,”

"I want you here when I--" he grunts in pain, breathing becoming weak as he lies down against the grass.

No, he doesn't get to lie down. Mahiru won't let him. He has a FUCKING SWORD IN HIS MIDDLE!

Taeko glanced back at Rantaro, then back at Byakuya. She..

“Amami-san, you go on ahead. I’d just slow you down anyway.” She’s still kinda pissed at Byakuya, and she refuses to let him die but. Just...just in case.

Mahiru, with touch as light as a feather and as frantic as a bird, tries to position Togami so that the fucking sword in his abdomen doesn't move anymore. As long as they don't take it out, he shouldn't...bleed out, probably. But he can't leave it in there forever.

He's hesitant, before lowering him as well-- but he still stays right at his side, shoulders shaking as he sobbed over him; he feels utterly useless, useless, but he doesn't know what he can do... what he possibly could do, his love is fading so quickly right in front of him and all he can do is--

"Please," it comes out wretched, tearful and miserable. "Byakuya, p-please..." Please what, he doesn't quite know, but all he can do is beg for him to stay with him...

Togami makes an annoyed noise, somehow, when Mahiru pushes him back up to a better position. Fine, then.

"It's fine," He says slowly. "I'm dying th'way I want to..." Togami says, hand moving up to wipe at Naegi's tears-- it only smears blood on his face. Ah...

He rests his own hand over Togami's, tears speeding up-- no, no, this wasn't meant to happen, they were gonna get out together and be happy together, show Togami he can live independently...

"It's not fine, it's n-not..." He sobs louder, leaning forward and nearly curling in on himself. His grip around Togami's hand tightens.

“Amami-san I swear to— Go. Now.”

"Don't,"

"GO!"

Rantaro grits his teeth, refusing to give up. “Im going.” He tosses his coat and Teako and ducking sprints for it.

"'s not going to help," Togami breathes heavily. "N-No--"

"You said you'd stay with us." Actually, that's not what he said, you just assumed.

Mahiru's voice is pathetically small. "You're dying the way you want to, but."

She balls her fists in the fabric of her shirt.

"What about what we want? What if we wanted to get to know you more? What if we wanted to protect you? You ever think of that?" It's selfish, but her voice rises with each question, fresh tears making it almost hard to see.

"You're always- deciding what's best for everyone, you stupid, stupid man." She chokes out a sob. There's no bite in her insult. Just despair.

"Why? We need you."

"I know," Togami speaks up weakly. "I know." There's nothing he can say now.

He just listens to Mahiru, ugly sobbing clashing with Togami's ragged breathing as he slips away... the noise is grating on his ears. Why did this have to happen? He just wants to go back; he wants to go back, if he could have done anything to stop this... but nothing is enough, is it?

He feels as if his heart is twisting in his chest as Mahiru speaks on, saying exactly everything that Naegi wanted to say, but was never strong enough to, never strong enough-- not enough to help Togami, to stop him, to...

"I... need you," he whimpers out wretchedly after Mahiru finishes... he wants to look away, to run away, but he can't do that now. He can't do anything.

"I-I'm sorry," He mumbles, unable to speak clearly anymore, eyelids heavy as he looks at Naegi with glossy eyes, before turning his gaze to Taeko. "F-For, for doin' this, for... 's for the best, I..."

Taeko’s hands hover uselessly, and the words wont unstick from her throat. The most she can do is grip Byakuya’s hand tightly.

“Don’t you dare say things like this— You’re not going to die, you’re not—“

Rantaro’s hair is all over his face and he’s pretty sure he’s lost a shoe on his sprint back to the Elsinore. He trips and fumbles as he reaches closer. “Hey! HEY!”

"Even if it's despite what people want of me..." He says, growing weaker by the second. "Knowin' people... loved me in th' end was... nice..."

Togami begins to flutter his eyes shut, color draining from his face. He doesn't have much time.

A little more. Just a little more. Rantaro screams as he throws the bag over his shoulder and chucks it across to where they are before plummeting and eating dirt.

Mahiru could beg for Togami to stay, could call him an idiot some more, but what's the point?

"What do you want, Byakuya?" She asks quietly. "Anything. Anything and we'll do it."

...

There's the response of his ragged breathing growing quieter and quieter, until his eyes open a sliver to reveal foggy blue eyes to the remaining graduates-- the people he knew as his friends.

"Don't die..." He says quietly, lips hardly moving as they stain with his blood. "No more... turnin' on evr'yone. Remember th' humanity others have." He chuckles weakly. "It took m' ages t'refute that..."

"I don't regret to say that... I love you all." ...

His grip on Naegi's hand loosens, head tilting back as he goes limp.

Togami has left them.

Ah.

All he can do at this point... is grit his teeth, lower his head, and scream.

At the top of his lungs, all his sorrow and grief bubbling out with his voice... shaky with tears, an ugly sob, he can't do anything but scream. The noise hurts to hear, he hates hearing himself like this, but he can hardly think-- can hardly move, can't do anything but this.

Not again, not again—

Taeko can’t help it, when she starts to cry again.

To make matters worse, the duo shows up.

Sock is stomping to the scene as Buskin trails behind, the red fellow muttering "He just had to set this up, just had to...!" under his breath.

They're both at a distance away from the body, Sock's eyebrows furrowed in a fashion.

”You!” Rantaro takes off his other shoe and raises it over his head as he gets closer to them.

"Ah ah ah." Sock waggles a finger.

"S-Sock... We can't possibly start a trial with this many witnesses..."

Instead of smacking Sock as he expects, he laughs harder than he’s ever had and waves it in front of him. “You know what’s in here! Give me one fucking good reason I shouldn’t end your fucking game right now! Come on! I wanna hear it!”

"And we won't- unfortunately." Sock strains out, ignoring Rantaro.

"Sir Byakuya and his public suicide... Unexpected, but such a shame it's merely this simple!"

They’re not going to— with the body—

“Can we not bury it here? It was a suicide, not a murder. There’s— there’s no need for an execution.” Taeko’s words sound a bit nasally, but she’s holding back her tears surprisingly well.

Rantaro glares daggers into Sock. Say something stupid. Come on.

"Believe me, I would've executed him if I wanted to!"

"But I'm just tired to do so! It would be redundant, anyways!" Sock sighs out.

"No trial for him, boo to the hoo."

Taeko exhales a bit, the relief palpable. Sock and Buskin are still shitty, and she still hates them, but at least they’re allowing them this.

It hurts, but she’s still thankful that Byakuya decided to do it in front of all of them. The circumstances around his death are clear.

“Boo to the hoo-“ Rantaro points his shoe at the puppet like Togami would have with his sword. “I can fucking end your career right now and give your game a shitty boo to the hoo ending, fucker!”

"Amami-san, not now." Mahiru raises her voice just loudly enough to be heard, not moving from Naegi's side and Togami's...corpse. "Please just come...help us with him. So we can bury him." She's not actually sure how they're gonna do that, but...

"Ah, you're burying him? Less work for I!"

"I'll let you do whatever for the night. Mourn, cry, bury, whatever. If his body is still here, we shall deal."

"Just. Yeah." Sock says in an exasperated tone.

Mahiru makes a mental note of how flustered Sock seems to be by this situation, but lets it go for now.

"Just go." She says to the puppets, not even bothering to look at them.

The both of them leave on your command.

SURVIVING STUDENTS GRADUATES

#ccrpmkg8 #continuous calamity #danganronpa roleplay #danganronpa rp #roleplay

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kosmodoggo-blog · 6 years ago

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001. DanganRonpa, 002. Josuhan, 003. Yuri Plisetsky. :3

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: GUNDAM. MY SWEET SWEET BOY.

Least Favorite character: God what’s her face...the really short bitchy one from the 2nd game lmao. Hiyoko I think her name was lkjdsafsdf. I had to google it lmao. I usually love bitchy girl characters but she was like insufferable to me.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Gundam/Sonia, Makoto/Byakuya, Genocide Jack/Byakuya, Mondo/Chihiro, Makoto/Kirigiri

Character I find most attractive: Gundam!! omg my prince of darkness.

Character I would marry: lmao I’d say Gundam but I rly don’t think either of us are the romance types lskjdadsf.

Character I would be best friends with: I rly wanna be friends with Gundam and Sonia lmao. We can be the airhead trio lost in lala land who day dream too much and take care animals together. I’d also really love to be friends with Chiaki and play video games with her.

a random thought: I really hope that in some fictional timeline, Gundam meets Phichit from Yuri on Ice and they discuss hamsters for hours upon hours on end.

An unpopular opinion: I rly don’t like the headcanon that Chihiro is a transwoman alsdkjsdaf. I’m okay if people see them that way and relate to them that way! I encourage people to explore characterization however they want and however they need to or relate to, it’s all fine and I support all of it! But me personally I don’t vibe with it and it makes me uncomfortable asflkjsadfsafd. omg pls no one yell at me ahaha...

My Canon OTP: ...was there even any canon pairings in DR I don’t even remember lmao. I can’t remember what was canon or what has been heavily implied in fandom lol. But u know what??? I’m just gonna say Sakura and Asahina.

My Non-canon OTP: Gundam and Sonia!!! God they are so perfect together I love them lmao.

Most Badass Character: KIRIGIRI HOLY CRAP. I LOVE HER.

Most Epic Villain: JUNKO!!!! Holy crap I love u girl u doing everything wrong good job sweetie i support u.

Pairing I am not a fan of: Honestly i’m really not involved in the DR fandom enough to really know what pairings exist hahaha. First one that comes to mind is Sonia/Souda tho so I guess I will say that.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Hiyoko. Not even that they necessarily screwed her up like I feel like she was exactly what the writers intended her to be, but even at the end of her arc I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to hate her or feel bad for her lol.

Favourite Friendship: While it’s obvious I really, really don’t care for Hiyoko, I really loved her friendship with Mahiru.

Character I most identify with: Chiaki!! Omg i relate to her so much lol.

Character I wish I could be: god i wouldn’t wanna be any of them, nope, not even if u paid me a million dollars have u evern played dangan ronpa.

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them: God I really don’t remember lmao. I wanna say during Highway Star??? Lmao it was either that or the Gambling arc.

My thoughts: I LOVE THEM. Like they’re not even enemies, or rivals, but they really just don’t vibe w/ each other and act like petty assholes to each other. I mean jfc just look at the gambling arc they are such petty morons. XD But then slowly throughout the series you can see them awkwardly and slowly come to respect each other while still being assholes to each other and it’s wonderful. Then by the Rohan spin offs they are actually friends and go get coffee at the cafe together lmao. They truly are a slow and awkward burn couple and i love it.

What makes me happy about them: Everything about them is so entertaining lol. From the pettiness to the awkward support they give each other to the fact they always gotta be more extra than the other. It’s like these 2 morons care about each other but they’re too busy pretending they can’t stand each other hahaha. Oh boys....

What makes me sad about them: Nothing about them per se, but i’m really sad we don’t get to see more of them actually getting along. :c

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I haven’t read Josuhan fanfic in a long while, but I always got annoyed when ppl wrote Rohan really flatly. Like his personality was pretty much “asshole” and he had no other traits lol. I mean yes, don’t get me wrong, Rohan is 100% an asshole but like...he has other traits too? XD

Things I look for in fanfic: THEM AWKWARDLY TAKING CARE OF EACH OTHER HOLY CRAP. Them awkwardly being affectionate with each other, Rohan being in denial about his feeligs for Josuke. Just them being 2 dorks in an awkward budding romance hahaha. :’D But I also really like the established relationship fic where they’ve been together for years and their affection is still hella awkward because that’s just who Rohan is as a person lol. But it’s fine bc it’s so them!!

My wishlist: God araki just give me a spin off abt Josuke and Rohan being friends and getting along. That’s all I want.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: To be honest I really can’t imagine Rohan getting involved romantically with anyone lol, even Josuke canonically. I really only ship him with Rohan, and occasionally Koichi. Josuke on the other hand, I would be ok if he ended up with Okuyasu even if I much prefer them as bros hahaha.

My happily ever after for them: Just let them be close. Let them admit they like each other. Let them be friends. I don’t care if they are romantic with each other I just want to see them genuinely enjoying each other haha!

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: GOD I LOVE THEM THEY ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE YURI PLISETSKY SAVED YURI ON ICE. Seriously I literally watched the entire show just for him laskjfasdfasfd. If he wasn’t there I would have dropped it.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: YUURI/YURI HOLY DICKS YO. Srsly that was the theme of my yuri on ice blog, their relationship lmaooooo. I been shippin’ them since day 1 i am an OG Yuuri/Yuri shipper. I can tell you EVERYTHING. I also ship Viktor/Yuri, Viktor/Yuuri/Yuri, JJ/Yuri, Georgi/Yuri, and Mila/Yuri!!

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Otabek and Yuri!!! Oh my god their friendship gives me so much life hahaha. It’s so wonderful. ;_____; It actually makes me really emotional because it reminds me of the time I made my first friend aha.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Man do I have an unpopular Yuri opinion??? I feel like all of my various headcanons are generally accepted, ship ones aside.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: NOTHING MY BOY GOT EVERYTHING I WANTED FOR HIM. (tho I really would have liked a reconciliation scene between him and Viktor but whatever)

Favorite friendship for this character: OTABEK AND YURI!!!! And while I adore romantic yuuri/yuri, I also really, really truly adore Yuuri and Yuri’s platonic friendship.

My crossover ship: I don’t rly do or enjoy crossovers ;;;;;;; I’M SORRY.........

#ask meme stuff #thank you cain ily <3 #grievingcain

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My White Knight || Byakuya Togami x Reader

A/N: To explain the plot rather quickly: The reader and Byakuya have been engaged since childhood; unbeknownst to the reader, she is not meant to be his single dedicated wife, but simply one of his concubines. According to the wiki, it is tradition for a Togami head to have one wife, but to have multiple children with the “highest quality women” there is. And the reader is just an experiment, to see what kind of child she might produce for him.

These are basically a collection of letters that the reader wrote but never sent to Byakuya, and each one is connected to a certain memory shared with him.

Ah, and to explain something else: Byakuya means “white night”, so the use of “white knight” is just a play on words. I thought it was interesting. ^-^

Dear My White Knight,

I think today’s meeting went really well! I’ve known that we’ve been engaged since three, but we never knew each other. I’ve always been really excited about meeting you, but at the same time I was nervous. So I hope you liked me. Well, that sounds awkward, but I just know that this engagement will never work out if we don’t like each other. I know this is simply because of business and nothing more, but if anything…I hope we can fall in love one day. I’m a sucker for fairy tales, and I want to meet my own White Knight. Is it cheesy that I already think you’re my White Knight? Probably.

When do you think we can meet again? We might be kids, but who ever made it a rule that kids can’t go on dates?

Yours Truly,

Love,

Sincerely,

(Y/n) (L/n)

You bit your lower lip shyly, gnawing on the slightly bruised flesh. It was a bad habit you had developed, one your parents often scolded you for. According to them, it wasn’t ladylike and was unbecoming of an heiress to such a famous company. They had such high expectations of you—they even believed that you would attend Hope’s Peak Academy, a prestigious government funded school. The last thing you wanted to do was disappoint your parents, so you worked your hardest to appease them, even at the young age of seven.

Let’s just say your childhood was not a normal one.

“Stop fidgeting so much,” your father reprimanded you, sending a sharp glare in your direction. You grinned sheepishly in response.

“Sorry, Father.”

Your mother raised a hand to her forehead, squinting as she observed something—more specifically, someone. “Oh, there they are. Kijo Togami and his young son, Byakuya.”

You followed her gaze to the pair of individuals in the distance. An incredibly tall man with a young boy who appeared like a midget in comparison. Both had blonde hair and striking blue eyes—they also shared the same impassive expressions that betrayed no emotion. As the two drew closer, your heart began hammering in your chest until you were sure it would leave bruising against your ribcage.

There he was. Byakuya Togami, the man you were betrothed to.

Well, more like the boy you were betrothed to. Neither of you were adults yet.

Even at your young age, you knew he would be your White Knight.

Your father promptly shook Kijo’s hand, flashing a charming smile before introducing his wife and yourself. He kept wearing that smile even as Kijo conveyed little to no emotion in his own face.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Togami-sama,” your mother greeted, bowing politely, as Kijo had not extended his own hand to shake hers. She turned to you, pressing her lips together. “(Y/n), introduce yourself.” Her tone was firm and harsh; but she didn’t need to tell you twice.

You mimicked her own bow, rather clumsily though, which caused both of your parents to groan internally. “My name is (Y/n) (L/n). It’s very nice to meet you, Togami-sama.” You were rather awkward, despite always taking social classes from your personal butler, and you were never the most sophisticated girl around.

But now that you had met Byakuya, you really wanted to impress him. You would do whatever it took to satisfy him as much as you satisfied your parents. Or, at least tried to satisfy your parents.

When Byakuya turned his narrowed gaze at you, a shred of emotion cut through the mask assembled over his face. Some emotion you couldn’t recognized flashed across his face for the briefest of moments before quickly being repaired. Although, there was less apathy in his new expression, and a much more obvious cold demeanor.

“Byakuya Togami,” he said aloofly. He remained in his pose—arms folded across his chest and nose slightly tilted in the air. “Pleased to meet your acquaintance.”

Even though you could tell that he was lying through his teeth, even though he clearly held no respect for you or your family, you were utterly impressed by him. You wanted to be the best wife you could be for him. After all, Kijo had agreed to marry you to his son. That alone was quite a feat—and you were one of the clumsiest people you knew, both physically and mentally!

Honestly, if you had never met Byakuya Togami, you probably would never have changed for the better.

Dear My White Knight,

Today was my first day of middle school. I’m pretty sure you already knew that, because you’re attending the same school too, but I thought it was a good conversational starter. It’s been a few years since I last wrote you a note, after all. I just wanted to thank you. But I didn’t know how to bring it up.

I’m not very good at socialization. You already know that. And yet you accept me for who I am. Well, mostly…I know I annoy you, and I’m really sorry for that, but I just can’t help it.

Really, I’m truly sorry if I disappoint you. I disappoint my parents too. But you’re the reason I keep pushing forward.

Best Wishes,

(Y/n) (L/n)

It seemed like at every milestone in your life, you were always extremely nervous and ecstatic at the same time.

Prior to this, you had always had private tutoring. Your parents had wanted the best for you, after all. But it soon became clear to them that they were wasting their money, and they instead decided to enroll you in middle school. This was a fact that saddened you—you had been unable to appease them—but you hoped that by complying to their wishes obediently, they would regain whatever faith they had lost.

You didn’t have any siblings. You didn’t have any friends. They were the only ones you had. If you lost them because of being a failure, you weren’t sure what you would do.

Because if you lost them, you would be unable to see Byakuya, and he was the main reason you even pushed forward.

You knew that probably sounded rather strange, but it was the truth; Byakuya, despite his arrogant and reserved manner, was someone you looked up to. He fulfilled his father’s desires, and he made it look so effortlessly. Others might see him as an asshole, but you knew that there was someone underneath that cold, blunt exterior. There was a reason for that attitude of his.

If you were to be his wife, you needed to be there for him. Since you couldn’t really do anything else correctly, you would at least do your best to be an excellent wife. After all, nurturing and housework was more of your forte; not business and numbers. This much was proven in your private sessions, where you would often mess up at math and mock negotiations.

“You’re too easy to read,” your butler would inform you, glaring at your slackened posture and casual speech pattern. “And you didn’t even calculate these numbers correctly! Anyone could crush you in a negotiation.”

To which you merely hung your head and quickly corrected your errors.

Frankly, if it weren’t for Byakuya’s influence, you probably would’ve given up long ago.

The two of you met each other every two months, just to discuss your marriage and possibly learn more about each other. Byakuya always appeared disgusted by your lack of skill and your rather irritating personality. It had taken you quite a while to get him to warm up to you. Others might not see it, but you knew he had definitely warmed up to you.

You were proud of yourself—it had only taken you four years to get to that point!

It was obvious to you when this change had happened. At one particular meeting, you had brought along textbooks, notebooks, all sorts of things your parents wanted you working on twenty-four-seven. They expected nothing less of you, and you did not want to disappoint. So you brought these along. You felt a bit guilty, considering you should probably be focusing more on your work than your betrothed, but since Byakuya didn’t really care what you did, you supposed he wouldn’t mind just this once.

The two of you sat in silence on a park bench, since there wasn’t much else two eleven-year olds could do on a private date.

“You’re doing that wrong.”

You didn’t even look up to reply to him, mainly because you hadn’t heard a single word he said. You were too immersed in the work you were apparently doing wrong to even answer.

“Are you deaf or something? I told you you’re doing that wrong.”

You jerked your head up at the sudden voice. You were surprised that he was able to read your tiny, scrunched up handwriting. That was another thing your butler was annoyed by—the fact that your handwriting was barely legible. In most of your lessons with him, he would spend a half hour trying to teach you how to properly write, which never succeeded.

“Hm? Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” You chuckled and rubbed the back of your head. You scooted closer to him on the park bench, not noticing when he flinched. “What am I doing wrong? Can you show me how to fix it? Oh, and can you look over everything else too?”

Byakuya sighed in exasperation, rolling his blue eyes that you admired so much. “Fine.”

You couldn’t hold down the smile that stretched across your face. You resisted the urge to throw your arms around him—you knew how much he detested physical contact—and merely exclaimed, “Thank you so much, Togami-kun!”

The two of you addressed each other by your surnames, though Byakuya was much more aloof when he addressed you. He also didn’t like being addressed so casually, so for the longest time, you only called him ‘Togami-san’. You were pleasantly surprised when you experimented a bit and switched the honorific to ‘-kun’, and he did not chastise you. In fact, it seemed to soften how he treated you overall. Of course, he still only addressed you by your last name without any honorifics, but you didn’t mind. You both were the same age, so it wasn’t considered as intimate, but you liked to pretend that it was.

That meeting, you had spent hours working hard on the work your parents had delivered upon you. Unsurprisingly, there were many mistakes you had made, but Byakuya swiftly corrected them with ease. You tried your hardest to pay attention and learn what exactly you had done wrong, but you were honestly too distracted by your awe of him to really focus.

By the time you two were meant to part ways, all of your work had been completed. You tucked the papers and books under your arm, and beamed once again at Byakuya.

“Once again, thank you so much, Togami-kun!” you said gratefully, bowing. If you had one thing going for you, it was that your bows had improved greatly over the years—though they were still not top notch. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. I’m honestly quite useless on my own, hehe…”

Byakuya narrowed his eyes. “Maybe the reason you’re so terrible at this is because you tell yourself that.” When you tilted your head to the side in confusion, Byakuya groaned. “Do I really have to spell it out? I’m saying that by telling yourself you’re useless, you’ll only become useless. Personal beliefs affect work performance, after all.”

Even though you had still been confused by his explanation, you continued to bombard him with many thanks until he had departed in the limousine sent for him.

It wasn’t until you had reached home that you realized what he meant. And that was when you decided that you would push forward so that Byakuya would never have to help you again.

Dear My White Knight,

I’ve been really slacking on these letters, huh? I tend to forget about them because I’m so swamped by work. I don’t know how you handle it all, because Togami Corporation has twice the work we do! But I guess that makes you all the more impressive.

This is just another thank-you letter that I couldn’t figure out how to start. I’ve never kissed anyone before. You were my first. Oh, but I’m not thanking you because I now have a first kiss. I’m thanking you because you were the one who kissed me.

Sincerely yours,

(Y/n) (L/n)

“Winter is really pretty, isn’t it? I like all of the snow. I don’t like the cold, though…But if there’s one benefit to the cold, it’s that couples can cuddle together and warm up.” You glanced up hopefully at the much taller male.

Over the past few years, you both had changed drastically, but Byakuya had changed the most. He shot straight up and didn’t stop until he was fifteen, where he was a whopping six foot one. You had stopped growing at twelve, honestly. And now the two of you were sixteen.

Byakuya rolled his eyes. “We’re not cuddling.”

“But we never do anything romantic…” you whined, pouting your lips. Now that you were sixteen, you wanted to share more physical actions with Byakuya. Holding hands, cuddling, kissing. But he hated touching others, and this hatred extended to you as well. Perhaps you were being annoying, but you were actually quite craving the chance to kiss Byakuya. Although, you could act more mature; even you knew that. “I’ll even settle for holding hands. We’re a couple, after all. We should act like one!”

“We don’t need to act like a couple until we’re married,” Byakuya argued calmly.

“How will you ever get used to it if you don’t practice? Let me show you—“ You moved to slip your hand into his, but he snatched his hand away. A pang of hurt punched you straight in the chest, but what he said next only made it worse.

“Have you ever thought that I might not want to touch you?”

Anger and hostility swam in his blue eyes, glaring daggers into you. You shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself, but you weren’t sure if it was due to the cold or simply Byakuya’s harsh demeanor. You averted your gaze to the ground, attempting to hide the tears that pooled in them. Byakuya had never yelled at you before. He didn’t even raise his voice. He was always so cool and composed.

So the fact that he said something like that so cruelly only wounded you more.

“I-I-I’m sorry, Togami-kun,” you apologized, sniffling and swiping at your eyes. More tears replaced the ones you wiped away, though. “I’m sorry for being annoying, and a failure, and a disappointment. My parents think that too, a-and I’ll do anything to make you feel better.”

“(L/n).”

“I-I’ll stop bothering you about doing couple-y stuff and romance and everything because y-you don’t want to touch me—“

“(L/n).”

You didn’t hear him through your blubbering. All of your defenses had crumbled. Your mask of cheerfulness and complacency snapped, opening the floodgates of thousands of tears. Rivers poured down your face, almost instantly becoming cold thanks to the temperature. You hastily attempted to fix up your appearance, as you were sure you looked absolutely hideous, but your hands were trembling too much to remain steady.

Your eyes flew open when you felt a sudden weight against your lips and hands gripping the sides of your shoulders. You were immediately silenced by your shock.

Byakuya was kissing you.

Byakuya, who hated physical contact. Byakuya, who was normally so cold and reserved. Byakuya, who said he didn’t want to touch you.

This was your first kiss. It wasn’t the ideal one—you were crying, salty tears burned the kiss, and you were quickly running out of oxygen—but it was perfect.

It wasn’t long before Byakuya withdrew, letting out a small gasp of air. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, which was coated in your tears, while you merely blushed. You weren’t embarrassed about him wiping away the tears; you were still in shock at Byakuya’s kiss.

“Wh-Why…?” was all you could say.

Byakuya sighed and closed his eyes. “I didn’t mean to say that. You were just pressuring me and I snapped at you out of frustration.” Then, he opened his eyes and looked sternly at you. “You don’t like being pressured by your parents, right? So why would you pressure me to do something I don’t want to do?”

You hung your head. The ecstasy of the kiss was quickly washed away by guilt and disappointment at his words. He was right; it was wrong of you to do the very thing to him that your parents did to you. You were nothing more than a hypocrite.

“I’m sorry, Togami-kun.”

“Stop apologizing, it’s ann—“ Byakuya took a deep breath to cut himself off. “You did nothing wrong. It was my fault.”

After that, the two of you walked in silence until it was time for you to leave. On the car ride home, you could not stop smiling.

“Why are you smiling so much?” your butler asked, as if it was against the law to smile.

“No reason. I’m just really happy.”

Dear My White Knight,

This is actually the soonest I’ve ever written a letter. The first two letters were four years apart, and this one is only a few months later from the third one! That’s a new record for me. I hope I can keep it up.

I don’t know if you do, but I always think about our kiss. I know it was probably to shut me up or something, but there’s a part of me that believes it was real. That you did it because you care about me.

But what do I know? There’s no reason for me to believe that. After all, arranged marriages rarely involve love, and you seem pretty rigid when it comes to tradition. So maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing? Who knows?

But I digress. Whether or not the kiss had any feeling in it, now I know that you truly do care about me, even if you aren’t aware.

Always in my thoughts,

(Y/n) (L/n)

Neither of you mentioned the kiss ever again.

It was like some sort of unspoken agreement not to bring it up. Even though you yearned to talk about it, craved the knowledge of whether he cared about you or not, you never had the nerve to ask Byakuya. You were partly afraid that the truth would be much harsher than the fantasy. So you decided to just keep your question to yourself, and continue weaving yourself beautiful lies so that you wouldn’t have to face the painful truth.

Because neither of you wanted to talk about it, you acted as if it had never taken place. As if there hadn’t been an argument or any cruel words thrown. It kind of hurt, to know that Byakuya wanted to pretend it hadn’t happened, but he still spent time with you, so you supposed you could recover. After all, you might have another kiss with him—though, you hoped it wouldn’t be as wet. And you hoped that it would be much more romantic.

“Which movie do you want to watch?” you asked Byakuya, who was staring at a list of possible movies. The two of you had decided to change things up a bit. After all, for the past nine years, you’ve only been going to the park for your meetings. Rather tedious, if you must say. It was your suggestion to watch a movie or something, but Byakuya agreed to it—quite swiftly. So you supposed that he was getting bored of the same thing as well.

After what had happened involving the kiss, you were much more respectful of Byakuya’s opinion. You knew it had been wrong of you to insist upon physical contact, and actually felt quite guilty about it. Byakuya never pressured you for anything—mostly because there probably wasn’t anything you could give. But you still appreciated the fact that he, unlike the people surrounding you, did not pressure you. So you matured in order to respect Byakuya.

Besides, he was right. You couldn’t be a child anymore; you were about to be an adult.

He had told you this a few weeks after the kiss, when you asked if the two of you could play a game together.

“We’re not children anymore, (L/n). It’s time to grow up and act like adults.” When you opened your mouth to protest, he promptly continued, “What are you going to do when we have kids?”

Byakuya became very annoyed when you broke out in a wide smile at his comment.

You were only sixteen, but you liked the thought of having kids with Byakuya. All sorts of questions swirled in your mind when you thought about your future with him.

Would they take after him, or me? Would they be a perfect blend of both? Who would they act more like? Would we play games together as a family?

You had never thought about having a family more than you do now.

“I don’t care,” Byakuya informed you, shrugging. “As long as it’s not a romance.”

Byakuya knew what a strong effect romance had on you, and how it influenced your actions. You often indulged yourself in the romance genre to appease your desire, and to make up for the fact that you had little to no romance in your own life. Honestly, the most romance you ever had was when Byakuya kissed you. But he never talked about it now.

You wouldn’t be surprised if you were in some sort of romantic drama. Like a soap opera of sorts. Although with less romance and drama.

…So maybe not a soap opera. You didn’t have the most exciting life, after all.

“Okay! Why don’t we, um…” You tapped your chin thoughtfully, narrowing your eyes as you scrutinized the selection. “Why don’t we go with a horror movie? I’ve always wanted to see one.”

The few times you did go to the movies, it was with your butler, and he always chose the movies. You had seen so many documentaries in your lifetime, it wasn’t even funny. So you really wanted to experience something else.

Byakuya sneered, “Are you sure you can handle it?”

“Yep! Otherwise I wouldn’t have picked it.”

Byakuya rolled his eyes and left to go purchase the tickets. Meanwhile, you seated yourself on a bench not too far away. You couldn’t enter the cinema until you had tickets, because this was a rather prestigious movie theater.

You had no idea movie theaters could be prestigious.

You turned your head at the creaking of the bench, and noticed that a man had sat down beside you. He looked just a few years older than you. A lustful smile was etched into his slightly red face, and he draped his arms across the edge of the bench. You wrinkled your nose in disgust, but gave a polite smile before turning your head away. He reeked of alcohol, and you were positive he was intoxicated.

“Hey, there.”

You stiffened, but didn’t say anything. You kept an eye out for Byakuya, hoping that he would come back, but you couldn’t see him anywhere.

How could you not find the six foot one male?! He literally towered over everyone!

“I’m talking to you, lady,” the man said harshly, scooting closer. You scooted away, but groaned internally when your waist hit the bench arm. He just kept coming closer until he was but a few inches away from you. “I think you’re really, really pretty, and we should catch a movie.”

“Sorry. I’m with someone.”

“With who? I don’t see anyone.” The man grinned eagerly at his flawless logic. Note the sarcasm.

“He’s buying us tickets.” You emphasized ‘he’s’ so that this jerk would get the hint and leave you alone. But life was never easy, was it?

“I think that we should catch a movie and head back to my place,” the man suggested, his words incredibly slurred so that you could barely understand him. “After all, we might need to warm up since it’s winter…”

You grimaced, but widened your eyes when someone snatched your hand and pulled you to your feet. You looked up to see Byakuya, glaring at the man with resentful eyes. Honestly, you had never seen Byakuya this angry, not even when he had yelled at you before kissing you. After all, he was extremely skilled at remaining cool and collected. So it was rather intimidating to see such rage twisting his face.

“I bought us the tickets,” Byakuya said, voice seething with indignation. He didn’t look at you at all; he kept glowering at the man who attempted to flirt with you. “Let’s go, (Y/n).”

You felt heat rise to your face despite the cold temperature. You were absolutely positive that a crimson blush stained your cheeks.

Byakuya had just addressed you by your given name.

Even if it was just to get this jerk off your back, it still made you blush profusely and your heart flutter. Calling someone by their given name was a rather intimate thing, even for close friends. Usually, only girls would do that for each other and then add the “-chan” honorific.

Yes, you were a couple, but Byakuya had never displayed any intimate actions or behavior. So this was rather strange. But pleasantly surprising.

You let out a small yelp when Byakuya spun on his heel and tugged you away. He was walking at a brisk pace, one that was difficult for you to keep up with, considering he was much taller than you. Eventually, you managed to match his long strides by taking quick, shorter ones, and you were soon right at his side.

“Byak—“ You cut yourself off. You didn’t want to assume that you were allowed to call him by his first name just because he had addressed you by yours. You corrected yourself, “Togami-kun, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I hate people like that. They get drunk during the day and then mess with other people.”

When you looked up, you saw a light blush dusting his own cheeks, and that the anger was still seeping through the cracks in his mask.

You already knew how he really felt.

Dear My White Knight,

Today, my heart was broken. And you were the one who broke it.

How could you lie to me after all these years? Was it fun for you? To string me along, just to watch me crumble? I trusted you. I looked up to you. You were the entire reason I even did my best! Hell, I think I even loved you!

But now I don’t know what to do with myself. The one person who I loved, the one person who didn’t pressure me to be something I wasn’t, was just using me for their own personal pleasure. For something you call a tradition! That’s just sick!

Do you do this to everyone you meet?

Was I just an experiment to you? Or did I actually mean something to you?

(Y/n) (L/n)

Three years later, after learning that Byakuya really did care about you, that belief was promptly stamped out by your discovery.

You didn’t even remember how you found out. All you remember is feeling utter rage rise inside of you like a red wave. It bubbled underneath the surface of your skin, yearning to be free but was completely restrained.

You didn’t want to believe it.

You didn’t want to believe that you were one of Byakuya’s many fiancées.

Apparently, it was a tradition for the head of the Togami family to bear multiple children with various women—women of the highest caliber. Women that were clearly not you.

Which hurt you ever more.

The fact that you weren’t considered high quality meant you were merely an experiment—to see what kind of children you would produce—hurt the most. You didn’t want to be an experiment, and definitely didn’t want to produce children because you were an experiment. Then they wouldn’t be conceived out of love, but simply experimentation.

No, that wasn’t what hurt the most. It was the fact that you had started to fall for Byakuya Togami, and you believed that he returned those feelings, only to learn that you were nothing more but ‘another fiancée.’

That was why you called him to your house, even though it was not time for your monthly meeting. (You had changed them from every two months to once every month) You had many questions. You wanted many answers.

How many women are there? How long have they been there? Were they the reason you never wanted to touch me? Did you love them? Did you love me at all?

Each question would hurt for you to ask them. But you needed to know the answers.

When Byakuya rang the doorbell, you smoothed out your clothing, feigning complete composure, and answered the door. You didn’t smile when you greeted him, and you noticed that skepticism flashed across his face when that happened. He already knew something was wrong, because you always equipped a smile when you greeted him.

You led him to the living room silently, keeping a straight posture the entire time. You gestured to one of the couches, indicating that he could sit down, and then sat down vertical of him. You folded your hands in your lap and crossed your legs. Byakuya folded his arms across his chest and crossed his own legs, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s going on?” he asked, blunt as ever.

“I don’t think you have the right to ask me that,” you retorted coolly, causing Byakuya to reel back a bit at your callous tone. “I should be the one asking you that.”

“And why is that exactly?”

You glared at him. For the first time since you had met Byakuya, you glared at him. Even Byakuya was shocked by your actions, but he waited patiently for an answer.

“Because I’m just a tool to you.” Byakuya widened his eyes, and you knew that he knew what you were referring to. He opened his mouth, but you cut him off. “Don’t even try to explain yourself. How can you possibly try to defend yourself when I’m the victim?”

“(L/n)—“

“Stop. I don’t want to hear it.” You had no idea how you were so calm. Was this what happened when people were angry? They tempered their anger with a calm disposition? You had no idea. You had never been truly angry in your life, mainly because you were always so focused on getting better.

Byakuya had been the reason you wanted to improve so much. At first, it had been about appeasing your parents’ wishes. But then you wanted to be the best person you could be for Byakuya. And now all of that was gone.

Was that why he had encouraged you to be better when you were eleven? To see if a normal, average, failure like you could possibly be successful?

The very thought alone made your throat constrict.

“How many women are there?” you asked after swallowing the lump in your throat. Byakuya was silent at first, so you repeated, “How many women are there?”

“Fifteen,” he mumbled shamefully. He couldn’t even meet your eyes. You pressed your lips together and clenched your fists until the skin turned white.

Fifteen? There were fifteen other women, including yourself? Nausea coiled in your gut, but you would not back down. You needed answers.

“How long have they been there?”

“As long as I’ve been engaged to you.”

You spat, “So all of them have been engaged to you?”

Byakuya nodded. You could feel the crescent-shaped indents being dug into your palms at this rate.

You dealt out questions, demanding answers from your fiancée sitting across from you. He answered them promptly, unable to look at you, and eventually shifted his position so that he was leaning forward with his hands folded in front of him. His legs were no longer crossed, and his head was hung like a scolded dog. You had never seen Byakuya like this.

But you had never expected him to do something so cruel as this.

You took a deep breath as you prepared your final question.

“Did you love me at all?”

Byakuya snapped his head up, staring at you in shock. His mouth was slightly agape, but he wasn’t saying anything.

“(L/n)…I…”

You fought back the tears that so desperately wanted to come out. You stood up and pointed to the door. “That answers my question. Please get out before I have someone escort you.”

“(L/n)—“

“Get out!” you screamed at him. Byakuya did not hesitate in standing up and making a beeline towards the door. You turned around and began sobbing, unable to hold the facade of composure any longer.

Was this what it was like to have a broken heart?

If so, you never wanted to fall in love again.

Dear My White Knight,

I can’t believe you did that for me. I can’t believe you went against your parents for me. I mean, I couldn’t believe that you would do such a horrible thing, but this is even harder to believe. Togami Corporation meant everything to you! And you were ready to throw it away for a failure like me.

I don’t know what to say except…I love you.

Love,

(Y/n) (L/n)

You ignored every email and phone call from him for the next few days. You wanted nothing to do with him. You couldn’t stand to even read his name, because it hurt you too much. If you went out in public, you would see his name scrawled across the top of a magazine. So to prevent the agony that crushed your heart between its fingers, you just remained indoors, focusing entirely on your work.

You didn’t know when you would tell your parents about this. You doubted they would really care, considering their marriage was also arranged, but neither of your parents had multiple fiancées! Neither of them knew what it was like to be one of those fiancées. So you hoped that by fulfilling their desires, they might listen to you, just this once.

You knew Byakuya would no doubt try and visit you at your house, and if your parents were home they would gladly let him in, so you told them not to answer the door if it was him. You told them you wanted to focus more on your work, because you spent too much time meeting up with him. For once, they were pleased by your answer and happily agreed.

You barely ever saw sunlight. You cooped yourself up in your room, only coming downstairs for meals. Sometimes, though, you ordered your butler to bring it upstairs. Even he could tell something was wrong, but he was unable to question you, because you were his mistress. He had to obey every order you gave.

A few times, after delivering your food, your butler would stand at the doorway, just watching you. But you would promptly order him to leave, to which he would obey.

You had no idea how long you were tirelessly working. Dark circles hung under your eyes, your entire body trembled, and your brain felt like it would explode any minute. But if you weren’t working, you were thinking, and if you were thinking, Byakuya would come into your thoughts. You didn’t want to think about him at all.

He was your White Knight, but he had broken your heart.

You were jerked awake when your phone started ringing. You had no idea when you had fallen asleep, but you had, because you had no recollection of falling asleep. You combed your messy hair with your fingers as your eyes skimmed over who was calling you. It was a close friend of yours from high school. She was one of your only friends, to be honest.

You picked up the phone, swiping your thumb across the screen to answer the call. “(Y/n) (L/n).”

“(Y/n)-chan! I haven’t heard from you in days!” she screeched, as energetic as ever. “I’ve been going to your house, but your parents keep sending me away.”

“Yeah, because I’m working.”

She gasped, a harsh noise in your ear and you were forced to pull the phone away to spare you from being deafened. “(Y/n)-chan, you never work!” She let out a huff of hair. “Fine. Today, we’re going to hang out at the park, and you can’t say no!”

“No.”

“(Y/n)-chan, please!” she whined. “Please, please, please, please—“

“Fine! God, just don’t do that…” Your friend had a thing where she would repeat ‘please’ over and over again until she got what she wanted. You loved her, but she could be a tad bit annoying.

“Yaaaay! See you later, then~” And with that, she hung up.

Later, you found yourself at the park she had requested for the two of you to meet at. It was currently autumn, so the leaves were changing from green to red, orange, yellow, and brown. Fallen leaves crunched underneath your feet, making a satisfying sound. The breeze forced a shiver out of you, and you briefly wondered why you had ever agreed to this in the first place.

“(L/n)?”

You stiffened at that voice. You wanted to turn around. You really did. But your feet seemed to be implanted into the ground. All you could do was stand there and glare at a certain blonde who made his way over to you. He stopped a few feet away from you, respecting your space.

But did that really matter? He never respected your feelings.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you demanded harshly through gritted teeth. “Are you stalking me or something—“ And then it hit you. Your friend. She had set this whole thing up just so you would be forced to meet with Byakuya.

I am having a talk with her afterwards.

“Congrats. You used my friend to lure me out here,” you spat bitterly, shoving your hands into your pockets to hide their trembling. “What do you want as a prize? My hand in marriage? You already have that. But then again, you have fifteen hands in marriage.” Normally, you were a pleasant, friendly person. But now you were callous, cold, crushed by the cruel hand of heartbreak. This must’ve been what it was like to be Byakuya Togami—minus the broken heart.

Byakuya betrayed no emotion in his face, as usual. “I just want to talk.”

“Well, then, talk. Because I’m not staying here with you any longer than I have to.” You folded your arms across your chest and raised an eyebrow, waiting impatiently for him to begin.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you. I really am. It was never my choice to have fifteen fiancées.”

“That didn’t seem to stop you from stringing me along,” you interjected with a harsh, humorless laugh.

“Let me talk,” he snapped, narrowing his eyes. You pressed your lips together. Byakuya took a deep breath to calm himself. “Like I said, it was never my choice to have multiple wives. And if I did have a choice, I would’ve chosen only one of them. And I would’ve chosen you.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, right. You’re probably saying that to get in my pants or something.”

“I’m being completely serious, (L/n).” Byakuya sounded so desperate, so serious, that you almost believed him for a moment. But the last time you trusted him, you had been betrayed. You didn’t want to put your heart in danger again. “(L/n), last night I went to my parents and told them to break off the other engagements. Right now, you’re my only fiancée.”

“And how can I trust you on that, Togami?” you asked, voice hoarse from the lump that choked your throat. “How do I know this isn’t another experiment? How do I know you’re not lying? How do I know that if I believe you, you won’t break my heart again?” Your voice cracked at the very end, and you shut your mouth to prevent from revealing your true emotions. You didn’t want him to know how much power he held over you.

Byakuya was silent as he dug through the bag slung over his shoulder, and you watched as he withdrew a thick stack of papers. You raised an eyebrow, trying to read the fine print, but it was too small for you to see. Byakuya offered you the stack, and you glanced at it for a moment before reluctantly taking it. You skimmed over the contents briefly, flipping through the pages, before widening your eyes when you realized what they were.

“Is this…?” You looked up at Byakuya for confirmation, who nodded.

“Those are the marriage contracts for all of my fiancées; except for you. I already told my parents I refused to marry them,” Byakuya said. “But I want you to destroy the contracts. You have that right, since you’re my fiancée, after all.”

Some part of you wanted to believe this was a fake. So that you could continue hating Byakuya. But the part of you that still loved him knew that this wasn’t fake. Besides, you had spent so many years working on contracts—you could tell this was not fake at all.

“Why me?” you whispered, afraid that if you were louder, your fragility would cause you to shatter. “Why are you doing this—for me?”

“Because I love you.”

You believed him when he said that.

And that was why you tore up the marriage contracts with your own hands.

Dear My White Knight,

It’s been two years since we made up after the incident. I don’t think that much about it anymore—mainly because it’s in the past, and I don’t want to bring up any hard feelings. Anyway, that’s not the point. It’s just hard for me to fathom the fact that two years flew by! And now we’re married.

It’s been my one dream, one desire, to marry you and be your wife. And now it has come true.

You really are my White Knight, huh?

Forever yours,

(Y/n) Togami

“Are you nervous? Are you excited? What are you gonna do once you're married? When are you going to have kids? Oh, where are you going on your honeymoon?”

You laughed at your friend’s bombardment of questions. She had that trait too—asking multiple questions at once—but hers was much more severe than yours. She bounced around you excitedly, constantly complimenting you on your appearance. You were wearing a beautiful white dress and veil for your wedding, the one you had been waiting for for so long.

Honestly, you probably wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for her. She had been the one to trick you into meeting Byakuya—something you had been upset about at the time—which brought you both together again. You were eternally grateful to her. When you had asked how you could repay her, she just said, “Get married to Togami-kun.” The two of you shared a laugh over that.

“Of course I’m nervous. I’m also excited,” you admitted. “We haven’t decided on our honeymoon. And I think it’s way too early to think about kids.” Your teenage self would disagree, but you had definitely matured over the years.

She pouted at you. “Awww…Well, can I be their auntie when they are born?” She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, wearing a bright smile on her face.

You chuckled. “Sure, why not? Just don’t influence them badly.”

“Of course I won’t~"

You took a deep breath. You were waiting for it to be your turn to enter the chapel. When your father came by to stand beside you, your friend waved goodbye and hurried to where she should stand at the wedding. She was your maid of honor—and your only bridesmaid, to be honest. You really didn’t know anyone else all that well for you to have any other bridesmaids. It made you wish you had a sister, but you probably would’ve given it to your friend anyway. She was so ecstatic when she learned she was your maid of honor. She gave you one of her trademark bone-crushing hugs.

The music began playing, and that was your cue to go. You forced yourself to take slow, careful steps, as you didn’t want to trip and humiliate yourself. You kept your eyes in front of you as you walked down the aisle, arm linked with your father’s, ignoring the many pairs of eyes that had attached themselves onto you.

You allowed your eyes to venture over to Byakuya, who was standing with his mouth agape. His eyes were slightly widened, and a light blush dusted his cheeks. This only caused you to blush and avert your own gaze, embarrassed by Byakuya’s reaction.

Your father delivered you to the altar, where you turned to face Byakuya. The priest began talking, saying the usual speech for weddings, but you tuned him out. You could only focus on Byakuya, still in awe that you were finally getting married to Byakuya Togami, your White Knight.

Byakuya had closed his mouth, apparently realizing that he had been staring, but the corners of his lips tugged up into a smile. You had never seen Byakuya smile before. Never in your life. You wished he would smile more often, because it really suited him.

You were snapped out of you reverie when the priest asked you, “Do you, (Y/n) (L/n), take Byakuya Togami as your lawfully wedded husband?”

You prayed that your voice wouldn’t tremble. “I do.”

Thank God I didn’t mess anything up…Everyone here probably expected you to mess up those two words. Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised yourself.

“And do you, Byakuya Togami, take (Y/n) (L/n) as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” Byakuya could not tear his gaze away from you.

“You may now kiss the bride—“

The moment the words came out of his mouth, you grabbed Byakuya by the jacket and crashed your lips against his. He was frozen by shock at first, but then melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around you. You heard a chuckle emit from the priest, among the cheers that erupted from the crowd.

But to you, it felt like they weren’t even there. It was just you and Byakuya. It would always be just you and Byakuya.

When you pulled apart, you smiled up at him. “Thank you for being my White Knight.”

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