#i say i need a man like nagito but let’s be honest I AM the nagito

[sittingdiastolic]

DESPERATELY need whatever nagito komaeda and hajime hinata have going on

[sweetery-ko]

Hello!! May i request hcs for the 3 characters with an s/o who's like "don't touch me" when they're mad, tho even if they don't touch them, the reader will likely to pinch them (in a cute way) because of frustation and it happens almost everyday? Uhh yea hope you get it and thx you!

Could you tell my motivation went 📈📈📈 at Nagito's part? Also I'm not sure why I suddenly went with a different style for Izuru????? Brain is weirddd

CW: Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, Izuru Kamukura, 1 mention of T/rut/ru H/nam/ra, self deprecation

Hajime, Nagito and Izuru with an S/O that won't let them touch them but pinches their cheeks if they don't touch either way

His temper isn't the best and most of his other peers are a handful to deal with so he definitely gets you losing your temper so quickly.

What he doesn't understand though, is that you get frustrated every single day, even without communicating with anyone you go out of your cottage with the most grumpiest (yet cutest) expression you could do.

He wanted to know if everything's alright. You always manage to cheer him up when he's upset so he should try it too right? He's not the greatest at comforting but he couldn't bear seeing you so moody anymore.

He was pretty shocked about you telling him off and want him gone, Even got pretty pissed when you say that you will not let him touch in an aggressive tone, like he's some sort of dog.

"Ugh, fine! I'll leave you alone then!" quoted Hajime as he was about to storm off.

But when you grabbed and pinch his checks softly, he went "(｀ー´)???" he was so confused on what's going on. Do you want him to touch you or not?

If you (manage to) explain it, he will be berfuddled. Even with the explanation, he hopes that you don't be too mean on him. His temper and patience is the worse out of all people in the list, after all.

Please, he begs you to tell reason why you're so frustrated as that's the real reason why he tried to confront you in the first place. Was it just your personality? Some sort of hassling work? Did Teruteru said something upsetting again? Just tell and he'll be more understanding.

It's gonna be a rather long time on getting for him to get used to your grumpy attitude but he's gonna try his best to not get caught off guard again and not embarrasses himself.

He would always wait outside your cottage so you both can walk together to the restaurant but this time it's not like the ordinary. Even if you're the type to be late, you're too late that it's suspicious and worrying.

He didn't want to bother you as he doesn't feel like he's worthy enough to ask you anything but he feels like that hearing grumbled noises of what is supposed to be from anger is... Hard to pass on as normal.

He would try to softly knock your door and ask if everything is ok. Depending on your answer, if you even said a word that is on an existing language no matter what it is, he couldn't help getting more worried each second passes. What if his luck is the reason you're like this?? No doubt about it. I am the trashiest--, he continues to deprecate himself.

He snapped out of his thoughts when you say open the door in a furious manner and glared at him. He felt very intimidated, would be shaking in his zipper shoes if you were taller than him.

"My hope, is everything alright?" he softly spoke as he touched your cheek but you slapped it away, causing him to flinch.

Nagito was very hurt by the action. He awkwardly rubbed the slapped hand to hide his sadness. "Of course you don't want to trash like me to touch you." he muttered as he was about to turn around until you stopped him.

When you pinched his cheeks to stop him from going away, he was shocked and confused but then smiled as he realized that it's not a painful pinch but a rather agressive yet still loving one.

"My hope..is there something wrong? It must be awful to touch scum like me." he asked as he unintentionally just, goes soft at your pinches no matter how hard you're pulling.

He would really want you to tell him your frustrations out as the last thing he wants is seeing you so upset all time, he would even let you pinch his reddening cheeks for stress relief too if it helps!

You were studying for an upcoming test and you were very left behind from your studies because there may or may not be an apocalypse that lasted for a year and now that everything is back to normal, so is the education so the sudden stressed university student life is really punching you in the gut for the past few weeks.

Izuru really loves spending time with you and without you around smiling and being yourself feels lonely and boring. He doesn’t want to experienced the feeling of what the scientists have done to him before so he's apparently now unintentionally has separation anxiety.

Fortunately, he's the ultimate hope and has enough intellect to educate you so he became your personal tutor but there is a problem however. Even if you're his partner, he's still not the best with taking care of other's feelings so...

When you're at your limit and yelled out your frustrations out of nowhere, he felt conflicted. He was right, you kept doing the same mistakes no matter how much he corrected but he felt really guilty for some odd reason, it's sickening and he wants it to stop.

"No, you're doing this wrong..", "I have thought you this already." You know, stuff like that. Of course, you being the normal human being with emotions, this will tick you off. You were so pissed and sad, you wanted him to comfort you but you get this instead? Ouch..

"s/o-" he was about to reach your shoulder until you almost slapped it away, he has quick reflexes and even if it was predictable, he was still hurt by your words and actions. Though, he will realise that he upsetted you so he will take the blame.

The silence was deafening and he picked up that he should leave but once in a life time, he was wrong. As soon as he turned around, you softly tugged a few of his strands and pinched his cheeks, making him gasp very, very quietly.

You...You actually suprised this God of a man! Your luck must have been very high as you can see a shocked expression rather than the usual neutral one he always does. The feeling was different and he wanted more yet he didn't quite understand it either.

When you explain it to him, he wouldn't really understand it that much but wouldn't mind it either. Izuru thought that pinching is something you do to someone you hate or are angered with but it seems that is always not the case.

There is no need to tell him your problems as he already knew and he's gonna do great use of practicing his empathy and comforting you the best way he can. It might be a little awkward but he's trying!

Also big bonus; go all out and rant your problems and be grumpy all you want with him as he can easily get used to it and not mind it one bit. He finds it rather cute, if he has to be honest.

[generous1ty]

Gundham, Nagito and Hajime with a s/o that has a duck army? (A surprisingly strong duck army) they say they’re gonna take over the world with it-

Also they probably throw bread crumbs on Kazuichi so the ducks attack him.

hihi!

i really love this prompt, not only because it’s so random, but because i love ducks and having a strong duck army sounds amazing. i suppose we’re the Ultimate Duck Army General? hahahsjjskds

don’t bully Kaz too much pls--

also, you didn't specify whether you wanted headcanons or drabbles, so i did drabbles for them! hope you don't mind. :)

lots of love! <3

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Gundham, Nagito and Hajime reacting to their S/O who’s a General of a strong Duck Army!

genre: fluff warnings: none besides...bullying Kazuichi... </3

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Gundham Tanaka (0.6k words)

to say that this day was like any other day would be undermining the situation at hand.

currently, unbeknownst to Gundham Tanaka, the Forbidden One, you had been holding an army of your own and kept it hidden from him! an army of ducks, at that!

it was so surprising that it had baffled the man from his ice cold persona to his power to call his Four Dark Devas.

i mean, a mere mortal has the ability to handle an army of ducks?! absurd!

you must be... more reliable than he thought. surely you were of the same caliber as him. after all, not just anyone can become a general of an army. a duck army especially.

"[Y/n]... have you conquered the demon that speaks to the ducks?! is that why you have claimed such immense power over armies and armies of such strong opponents?!" his voice rattled your ears as you simply smirked, crossing your arms in wait for his speech to be done.

"Gundham, the Forbidden One," you called his name, grabbing his own attention as a cold bead of sweat fell down his face, "I have been sustained to years and years of training to be able to master the art of creating this massive duck army!"

while you had a bag of crumbs still left in your hands, you decided you'd enjoy yourself a bit.

"with this army, i will take over the world! everyone will know my name as [Y/n], God(dess) of the Flying Creatures!" you boasted, as Gundham let out a strained noise.

"you surely have enough power to defeat me, [Y/n], God(dess) of the Flying Creatures. HOWEVER! Gundham, the Forbidden One must stop you in your tracks! To let a mere mortal wander with such power is blasphemy! so i shall put a stop to it,"

you readied your bag of crumbs, your hands already inside of the paper before he could even cast a spell or draw a summoning circle. more so, before he could start anything, you had already throws the crumbs at him, yelling the iconic line almost anyone wants to say,

"ATTACK!!"

. . . .

he... had lost..?

surrounded by calm ducks that had once been feral to him, Gundham was laying on his back. the floor had never felt so cold...

"to think... i would lose to such as the likes of you..." he let out a bitter chuckle, his eyes fluttering shut, "i guess this shall be the end of Gundham, the Forbidden One, right?"

"Gundham," your voice was strong and stern, enough to shake his own eyes open once more despite his quick and shameful defeat, "your purpose is not to defeat me, but to befriend me in defeating the Demon King of hell, and to restore peace across the lands."

your outstretched your hand, waiting for him to accept the help off on his back, "so befriend me, and i shall help you conquer the demon realm."

you were a worthy opponent indeed... to defeat him and then accept him, no wonder you were leading such an amazing duck army. truly, you were a leader; someone worth following.

his hand had fallen into yours, mesmerized from your skillful nature.

what had you done? had you cast a spell on him? a spell that made his heart pick up speed, or make his face light on fire?

despite this, he could not utter a word. he simply hid behind his scarf, admiring you from the distance you had placed.

"now, let's go bully Kaz," you suggested, his hand still in yours as you both travelled away to faraway lands to throw breadcrumbs and magic spells at Kazuichi Souda.

<3

Nagito Komaeda (0.5k words)

Nagito's hands were filled with breadcrumbs and his body flocked with different kind of aquatic birds.

of course, it was just his luck to be hindered when something lucky happened to him. that was just the cycle. even so, he smiled at the ducks gently pecking at his hand for the bread. the ducks were so cute, and full of a beautiful kind of hope.

before this, he had to deliver some bags of bread crumbs to you. he didn't ask why, nor did he need to. he was just happy you trusted and depended on him to even ask for a simple favor from him!

but sadly, on the way to you he was attacked by a large group of ducks. now, with no way out but to feed the ducks, he stay sitting on the ground, feeding the ducks either by hand or by throwing some crumbs out.

any passerby would think he was some crazy lunatic or something.

you, however, had tried to meet him halfway since... well, since he didn't show up with your bags of bread crumbs.

"hey, what are you guys doing? i told you to stay in--" with a few ducks in your arms, your eyes spotted Nagito. he had heard your voice from your general direction, and his eyes had met yours.

"Nagito?!"

"[Y/n]!"

. . . .

"wow, [Y/n]! you really commanded those ducks as if they were your own army! such talent..! nothing less from an Ultimate, I suppose," he praised you for helping him get away from the flock of ducks that were, as said, your own army.

"i really am lucky to have had you save me, huh?" his question made you smile as you picked up on of the ducks from the nice, straight line behind you.

"from my own army, yes. very lucky, i'd say," Nagito's face seemed to flush a bit, shoving his hands into his pocket as he looked away from making eye contact.

"your army, huh..? then i guess i got it right," he boasted, chuckling to himself.

"well, they don't call you the ultimate lucky student for nothing," with your back turned to him, arms outstretched wide with enthusiasm as you began your speech.

"i shall dominate this world with this very duck army! ducks will be the new indoor pets, they'll be fed and appreciated everywhere.. they'll be a new trend! and once i take over this world..." you turned around, taking the bags with breadcrumbs from Nagito, "you'll be my second in command."

you waved goodbye as you trotted along with the many, many ducks following behind you.

his hands that were released from his pockets had covered his mouth, his mouth that let out small chuckles and giggles.

the hope you gathered inside of you to say that you'd take over this world infested with despair and fill it with hope by a duck army! it was splendid!

and to be your second in command...

he supposed that maybe just once, he could be a little bit selfish.

<3

Hajime Hinata (0.7k words)

it had been a simple outing to the park.

Hajime had no idea why you insisted to go somewhere else, as the park was a nice way to get some soft exercise and the scenery around the park nearby was beautiful.

he was fine with it if you didn't want to go, though.

despite all your protests, you both went anyway.

you two had only been in the park for a small while, but you were so stiff and observant. it was kind of concerning to him, so he decided to ask.

"hey, [Y/n], are you okay? if you don't want to stay here we can--"

"NO! i-i mean, no. i'm okay, i just-- i have something to tell you after we're done with the walk, okay?" you insisted that you both finish this walk.

you also thought that the scenery of the trees and the lake was beautiful, especially since the sun was so bright today. the weather was good for a walk, Hajime knew what he was doing when he suggested the outing to be today.

he scrunched his nose up a bit, but agreed nonetheless, "alright.. if you say so. if you ever need anything, you can always just ask."

he was so reassuring just AGGHHH I LOVE HIM

anyway

ducks.

all you saw were your ducks everywhere. if you hadn't trained them to understand your signals to stay away, you swore Hajime would have been swarmed and pecked by many, many ducks by now for even being near you.

thank goodness you had thought of things beforehand.

other than you spotting ducks everywhere, you were also graced by Hajime's smile the whole walk. just looking at nature and taking in the beauty of it-- Hajime loved being outside.

but most of all, he loved being with you during all this. if he was honest, he hoped that the thing you had to tell him was a confession-- but he wasn't lucky like Nagito. to get his hopes up would be silly, so he just needed to be logical.

maybe it was about this park, or something that had happened to make you so...

"Oh hey, a duck," his voice startled you. but that wasn't the only thing that surprised you.

a duck?!

he picked the small duck up and-- oh god.

"HAJIME!!"

. . . .

shooing a few ducks away from the brunette, you dusted him off, a sorry expression on your face.

"agh, i'm sorry--"

"why're you apologizing?" he gave a soft laugh, "it's not like you knew i'd be attacked by ducks."

as ridiculous as it sounded, after he picked up the small duck at his feet, he was knocked over by a multitude of others in hiding.

now that he thought of it, why were there so many ducks nearby..? he didn't see any on the lake, either. it was... odd.

"so hey, do you know why..?-"

"Hajime," you helped him get up on his feet, taking his hand and pulling him up from the ground.

his face flushed a bit as he grabbed your hand, and he gave his attention to you, "yes, [Y/n]?"

"those ducks were mine," you told him, a hand on his shoulder as you gave him the same sorry face as before, "i'm sorry."

...what?

what did you mean by-- what?? those ducks were yours? why-- no, how did you get those ducks? how did you get them to be so well trained to hide in bushes and trees??

"i know it's probably confusing, but-- i've had them for a long while. i promise i'm using them for the good of the world," you told him, as his confusion only worsened.

"good of... the world..?"

he could see your expression darken as you smiled, grabbing his hand and raising it to intertwine your fingers.

"world domination," you told him, your face brightening up once more.

he was baffled-- speechless. world domination?! he had to stop you--

"well, that is, if you can conquer the world with ducks," you chuckled, which had cancelled out your past claims.

"but i really did train those ducks. they're like my own mini army,"

he chuckled, almost finding this amusing. his chuckle turned into a small laugh before kissing your forehead, "world domination sounds like a good goal."

your face flushed a bit, letting go of his hand and backing away.

before conquering the world, it'd be better if you conquered the feeling inside your chest first.

[deadmandairyland]

Hi! I’m here to bring you yet another Danganronpa tier list: the sexuality tier list, which you can find here.

Now I’m going to be honest here: I don’t really have any LGBT headcanons. It’s just not really something I focus on much when it comes to fandoms. Instead I usually just focus on ships, and as a result from that I tend to present a lot of characters as LGBT in fanfictions and posts I’ve made or reblogged. In other words, a massive chunk of my “headcanons” here are a direct result of shipping (as well as information I’ve picked up from the games themselves). That being said, it was interesting to actually think about this for once, so I’m kinda glad I did the tier list. And it gave me an excuse to bring back the rainbow color scheme I usually put in my tier lists for aesthetic reasons.

The original tier list had Straight at the top, but I moved it to the bottom for two reasons. One, this is Tumblr and that’s not what you’re here for. Two, I gave it a neutral color, and having a gray section next to a white section (i.e. the title of the list) like that looked bad to me. I definitely prefer this setup just on aesthetic alone.

Because this is largely based on ships, I feel it needs to be said that representation does not factor into this chart in any way. I know it probably looks bad that the only character in the Lesbian category is one of my least favorite (though NOT hated or even disliked, I should point out) characters in the main series. That has nothing to do with the fact that she’s a lesbian. She’s just a jerk, and usually not in a way that’s at least entertaining enough for me to like her.

Also keep in mind that this is just the main cast of the main series games. If you were to include characters from the DR3 anime, UDG, or the spin-offs, the Gay, Lesbian, and Ace categories would get more rep, certainly. Think Juzo, Yui, Takemichi, that gay guy with the trumpet, etc.

With that said, let’s go through the list:

Gay

Not gonna lie, one of the reasons why Rantaro is here (and not in Ace) is because of ships. Though I do sometimes ship him with girls, canon suggests he’s not interested in dating girls, and most fans seem to headcanon him as either gay or ace because of this, so I respected that. That being said, I also acknowledge he’s a very popular character in mlm ships, and at the time I was putting this together I hadn’t gotten to Taka yet so the Gay tier was still empty, and Byakuya was already sitting in Ace, so all of that swayed me to putting Rantaro here instead of Ace.

Taka was much easier to place here. He strikes me as a closeted gay man who probably doesn’t even realize he is gay. “Hey, let’s all hang out in the bath, guys! Getting naked is essential to form bonds with your fellow man! No need to be ashamed, it’s tradition!"

Lesbian

Again, ships. I only ship Hiyoko with one other character, and as soon as I say that you already know who she is.

Bisexual (Male Preference)

Akane is mostly here to account for any wlw ships I may have of her (e.g. Hina, Sonia maybe). Obviously she has a thing with Nekomaru, so Male Preference.

Chiaki is here for the same reason as Akane. I’ve shipped her with characters like Sonia and Ibuki before, but she really digs Hajime.

Chihiro honestly could have been anywhere in the Bi and Pan sections, but I ultimately went with Male Preference because of ships, specifically the fact that outside of the more... R18 circles of the Interwebs Chihiro tends to be shipped with guys more often than girls. Also doesn’t hurt that my OTP is Naehiro. I mean, have you seen how often Chihiro blushes around Makoto? (There’s more to it than that, as I’ve covered in the past. I’m just trying to add more fuel to the fire.)

Himiko is probably one of the few characters that isn’t here mainly because of ships. I do think she has some attachment towards Tenko, but I also get “I’m uncomfortable around her” vibes from her, and there are moments where she seems to crush on Kokichi (of all people) so that’s why she’s here. Still very much bi, though.

Hina has a crush on Makoto and has a complex around wishing she was more feminine so she can attract boys. So why isn’t she in the Straight section? ...Because Sakura, duh. And Kyoko too. And any other wlw ship you can think of that might work with Hina.

Honestly if it wasn’t for Miu I probably would have considered putting Kokichi in Gay. Again, while shipping plays a big part of my choices here, much like with Rantaro I have no qualms with putting a character in a tier that contradicts any ships I might have with that character, if those ships aren’t something I’m super invested in. This is a very important distinction, because it’s why I let ships sway my hand for so many of these even if I am also okay with going “Just because I ship this doesn’t mean I headcanon it” as I did with Rantaro. And honestly Kokichi’s ship teasing with Himiko does come off as more trollish than a sign that he’s into her, but he really gets into his back-and-forth with Miu, in my personal opinion, and he gets into it far more often with her for that matter. It’s why it’s one of my favorite ships for both of them tbh, and it’s because I like the ship so much that I just can’t ignore it for this sexuality headcanon tier list.

Maki... is here because of ships (e.g. Kaede).

Sakura... is here because of ships (e.g. Hina). ...What, you were expecting me to put a guy in the example? Remember, she has a boyfriend in canon.

Sayaka... is here because of... NOT ships, but DRAT. Yes, really. (”We really got down and dirty, Naegi-kun.”)

Sonia... strikes me as someone who swings both ways. I can’t describe exactly why I feel that way, but yes.

Bisexual (No Preference)

Celeste wants a harem of vampire boys but shipping her with Kyoko is also very popular and honestly i feel like it would fit her character. She’s got a look that says “I could get any ass I want and I know it.”

Ibuki is decked out in blues and pinks, and also I ship her fairly evenly among both boys and girls. She just screams bi icon to me, more so than any other character in the series.

Junko is either bi with no preferences or pan. She is an equal opportunity heart-and-soul-breaker and lust-for-despair machine.

There is no Mukuro in this list, but honestly I would probably put her where I put Junko anyway.

Kaede... is here because of ships (e.g. Miu, Maki)

Honestly I had no idea where to put Kirumi, so I just randomly chose one that I wouldn’t regret later if I ever put more thought into who I shipped her with.

I’m pretty sure Nagito being bisexual has some degree of canon attached to it??? I think??? I’m not entirely sure tbh, but fuck it. I’m doing this for fun anyway, so this doesn’t really matter.

Shuichi, like all Danganronpa protags, is bi as fuck. I also find him to be more shippable with guys than the other two protags, so IMO he has no preference.

Toko might have a thing or two for pretty boys, but... Komaru, I mean, this isn’t exactly shocking, I don’t think. Probably was closeted before she met Komaru. I mean she did focus on Hina’s boobs a lot in DR1, let’s not forget.

Tsumugi, much like Kirumi, is here because I haven’t put much thought into her ships.

Bisexual (Female Preference)

Gundham has a thing with Sonia in canon, but I can see him being bi. So... yeah, ships again.

Hajime, like all Danganronpa protags, is bi as fuck. It’s just that his Chiaki and Mikan game is just too strong.

Hifumi might claim to only like 2D, but his interest in Chihiro both in human form and computer program form (and the fact that this didn’t go away after the gender reveal) places him here.

Kaito strikes me as a closeted bisexual. The kind that could start any given conversation with “I’m not gay, but...”

Kazuichi also strikes me as a closeted bisexual, only his “I’m not gay, but...” is rooted more in dumbass than it is in systematic homophobia.

Korekiyo... is here because of ships (e.g. Rantaro).

Kyoko is bi as fuck, and I can see her having a preference towards girls in particular. She gets shipped with girls a lot (e.g. Celeste, Hina, Yui, and even Junko and Mukuro), and when she is shipped with boys it’s usually just pretty boys (e.g. Makoto, Byakuya, Ryota, Shuichi, and, depending on your interpretation, Chihiro). Also note that aside from Makoto and maybe Byakuya, Kyoko’s girl ships are far more popular than her boy ships. Just something I’ve noticed over the years.

Leon... is here because of ships (e.g. Chihiro).

Mahiru is here because I’m pretty sure she has a thing for Hajime in her FTEs, but obviously she tends to get shipped with girls more often (especially Hiyoko), and I agree.

Makoto, like all Danganronpa protags, is bi as fuck. It’s just that his Kyoko, Hina, Sayaka, and Mukuro game is just too strong.

Mikan may be interested in Hajime somewhat, but her obsession with Junko cannot be ignored, no matter how much some of you may want to.

Mondo is another character that strikes me as a closeted bisexual. He is said to strike out all the time with girls, so I do think he’s attracted to women. And I do get some vibes that he’s attracted to Chihiro pre-reveal. And if circumstances had been different, I imagine he probably still would have been post-reveal. But obviously it’s his bond with Taka that I feel cements his sexuality in, at the very least, an mlm category.

Tenko... is here NOT because of ships, but because I’m pretty sure she’s at least sort of interested in Shuichi because of some canon thing... and also I don’t want to put her in Lesbian just because it feels like I’d be stereotyping the Lesbian category if I do that. If we were to compare her to the character that I did put in Lesbian, Hiyoko doesn’t treat people like shit because they’re men, she’s an equal-opportunity asshole. Still not the best representation for lesbians by a long shot, but at least Hiyoko doesn’t follow the stereotype of a man-hating lesbian. She’s just like that, and that’s okay. But putting Tenko there, especially if she’s shown some degree of interest in a male character at some point in the game, just rubs me the wrong way personally, because it would feel like I’m ignoring canon just to stereotype her. But that’s just a personal hang up of mine. No disrespect intended toward anyone who genuinely feels that Tenko is a lesbian. Maybe you see something there that I don’t, and that’s perfectly fine.

Pansexual

I don’t remember exactly how her FTEs went, so I’m not going to get into that, but Angie just comes off as pan to me, like gender doesn’t fit into the equation at all for her.

Gonta I can see as either pan or ace. I feel like he wouldn’t care about gender, and honestly the only reason I decided to put him in Pan rather than Ace is because of that scene with Miu.

Imposter is not only pan, they are currently OT3ing it up with Ibuki and Ryota as we speak, and that’s a fact.

Keebo... is mostly here because of ships. A lot of ships, actually. Mostly male ships (Kokichi, Shuichi, Kazuichi, and, depending on your interpretation, Chihiro) but there’s also Miu to consider. And the Miu game is SO strong that I put him in Pan instead of, say, Male Preference.

Just gonna lump them together because I have the same thing to say about both of them: Miu and Teruteru would **** anything that walks. What did I censor? Well, I’m doing the Nier: Automata thing, so you can put whatever you want in there and trust me, it would probably fit, for better or for worse.

Ace

I know this is an unpopular opinion, because Naegami, but I just don’t think Byakuya is interested in anyone, at least not in that way. He might be fascinated with how common people live, because it’s so foreign to him, but that’s about it.

Straight

Even though I do ship Fuyuhiko with some of the boys, his Peko game is so strong that honestly I can’t see him actually dating anyone aside from Peko outside of some very niche fanfiction.

Honestly, Hiro was another one that I was just like “I have no idea what to do with you.” I think maybe his team up with Kanon made me eventually choose to put him in Straight? I don’t remember. I clearly didn’t put much thought into Hiro.

I really only ship Nekomaru with Akane, so that’s why he’s here. I’m sure if I dive deep enough into my psyche I can pull an mlm ship with Nekomaru in it out of my ass, but like Rantaro that wouldn’t be significant enough to change anything.

Peko is in the same boat as Fuyuhiko. I have shipped her with girls before, but her Fuyuhiko game is just too strong.

Ryoma had a girlfriend once, and as far as I can remember he didn’t really seem interested in anybody in the game, so that’s all I have to go off of for him.

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So there you have it. Explanations for literally all of them! Explanations that were definitely not pulled out of my ass as I was typing them, nope, certainly not. Definitely won’t be tagging all of them, but I may tag the ones with the longest entries. And like all the tier lists I’ve done, this was just for fun and honestly any opinion I have for any of these characters could change at a moment’s notice because my brain is fickle like that. Tried my best to make sure that every tier had at least one character in it, but I did so without trying to force characters in places that I personally did not believe they should go. I hope you all enjoyed my dive into this area of fandom that I rarely dive into (the LGBT headcanons, not the ships, obviously). It was a lot of fun, and hopefully it will stay fun and not result in angry anons blasting me for my opinions. I am grateful that this never seems to happen to me, but I’ve seen it happen to others and I know what Tumblr is capable of at its worst. These are just headcanons and a matter of personal opinion, and if you disagree with them, that’s perfectly okay. Your feelings and opinions are also valid.

[potatotrash0]

u have mentioned this trope a handful of times and i too am a whore for the vampire nagito trope so <3 headcanons (long ask)

he like. refuses to drink anything red other than what he's required to - try to give the man pomegranate juice, hibiscus tea, or a cranberry cider and you're either getting punched or he's rambling to you for half an hour out of nervousness because he's afraid someone's gonna make a comment about it and he's paranoid

if he's still, y'know, edward cullen-ing while he's at hope's peak, he would 100% run out of the classroom at LIGHTNING goddamn speed, secret be damned, to escape his classmates - either because they saw him doing gay shit (*cough*) and he's afraid of their questions or he doEsNt wAnT tO bOthEr thEm wiTh hIS pReSeNcE, in true nagito fashion

the classic literature unit hits his literature class and he doesn't show up to that class for a week when they're discussing dracula. he literally cowers in his room that period for the entirety of the week and refuses to answer questions about it

he is so paranoid it makes it obvious, or there's a running joke. like hajime starts hanging out with chiaki and is asking like ‘hey what's that weird kid from your class's deal’ and she's just like ‘idk we think he's a vampire lol’ and ko's head SHOOTS up from across the yard and makes it Ten Times More Plausible to hajime's mind and its hilarious

when he has to go outside he gets one of those big sunhats and sunglasses and looks, in no way, casual, despite it being sort of normal to carry around an umbrella to hide from the sun

he still tries to eat garlic. you hand him like some garlic fries and he's eating the fuck out of them. like fifteen minutes later he's burning up, has a fever, and can barely speak because his throat hurts and he just excuses himself to the bathroom and dies for a solid 30 minutes, but you will be damned if he gives up garlic bread

hajime has to tell him to stop wearing cross earrings. like he'll see him reaching for his on his nightstand (because, let's be honest, if they dated ko WOULD steal his jewelry) and he's like ‘???? are you stupid or dumb’ and nagito is just getting frustrated with his bright red fingertips and hajime has to WRESTLE them from his hand because he is Not giving up without a fight

(when he asks, nagito says gay shit is more important than vampire shit. this gives hajime an impromptu headache.)

he comes up with increasingly ridiculous stories to explain the scar, saying he was attacked by a dog, and then a bear, and one time saying he was attacked by a serial killer with a biting fetish (the most believable of the stories, truthfully) and then, one time, to hajime's utter pain, says, ‘its the fluorescents’ (a direct quote from a twilight movie)

he can still eat, but doesn't need to to survive, so he decides to just eat chocolate cupcakes for a week, except in front of everyone - so all they see is him eating chocolate pastries for breakfast every morning and Nothing Else and its just bizarre enough for them to worry vaguely

chiaki was not explicitly told, but assumed, even possibly as a joke, so one day, when hanging out with ko, asks him if he's ever been to transylvania. he chokes on his coffee and it comes out of his nose, and he actually has to get chiaki off the floor manually due to the laughing fit

hajime, jokingly, asks if they'll have to get married in a church graveyard instead of a church, and nagito not only almost dies at the prospect, but sputters long enough for hajime to ask, ‘or are you just gonna take my soul instead of marrying me?’, which causes another near-heart attack, impressive for someone who doesn't have a BEATING heart

on Halloween, no matter how obvious his costume, he always gets asked if he's dressing up as a vampire. he cannot escape it. hajime thinks its hilarious

hajime asks miu to make him a polaroid camera that doesn't use silver in the film, because he wants a classic polaroid wall of nagito but he won't show up on regular polaroid film, and she agrees - she does think its weird as hell, but she agrees nonetheless, and hajime can be seen regularly snapping pictures when nagito isn't looking and hiding them in his pocket <3

yes. most of these were unhinged. i am a sucker for this little queer man being undead as the next bitch, but also i think it makes for SO many funny opportunities that i could not help myself

thE FUCKING GARLIC BAHAHAHA. Oh my god. Fuck. That’s so valid actually, garlic bread is tasty as shit. Garlic in general is great. I feel bad for his throat but. I mean. Same hat probably ksnxksnkxnx

I love these so much though? I see we agree on the vampire jokes and him sweating over them kdjfksbd. God I think someone else sent in vampire Nagito hcs as well, I’ll see if I can find them

[dangan-imagine-plus]

Could you do kissing and making out headcanons for Kokichi and Nagito separately including first kiss?

Absolutely, been busy with school, trying to become a lawyer -mod Oma 💜

Kokichi

Your first kiss with this boy would be a few months into the relationship, Kokichi would wait until he could trust you enough because in his mind kissing is extremely special and should be saved until absolutely sure you’re both ready and love each other completely.

This would be at an out of character for him place, like a romantic picnic, D.I.C.E helped him setting the mood.

Such as figuring out what time would be best, so that you two could get there and then watch the sunset together. Lighting candles, preparing food and drinks, finding the best place that would wow you the most and any other factor.

He would ask if he could kiss you before actually doing it and then slowly lean in, tilting his head, meeting you half way then waiting for you to make your move.

The kiss would be slow and passionate, probably last around 10-20 seconds and then you both pulled away flustered.

After he would slowly start to kiss you more often until it’s almost every time you see each other or leave after meeting up.

Sometimes in rushed situations, like running past you (he annoyed Maki), or just to leave you wanting more. He’ll kiss you fast and somehow doesn’t matter how rushed, kiss you on the smack dab lips.

And when you two are alone, or after getting back from a risky D.I.C.E mission or prank, he’ll kiss you more passionately, and won’t pull away until you do.

However if you kiss him first, he may get a little flustered then cover that with kissing you back harder than you did.

Loves and hates when all you give him is a quick peck or a fast forehead kiss. Makes him feel nice but he wants more than that, and if he can will pull you back for more.

Let’s be honest most of the slow kisses lead to making out, especially when he has you all to himself, Kokichi’s hands will be hesitant at first but then slowly make their way to your hair, hips, both, ass, neck or thighs. Mans touchy...

If you’re the shy type you might also hesitate, however he’ll pull back to tell you it’s okay. “S/O you know you can hold me right? I thought I said that, but hey you might have forgot looking at my beautiful face.”

He can feel trapped sometimes though, he will tell you if he does, but if he doesn’t say anything he’s okay with it.

Usually moves his head to your neck -if your ok with that- and bites at where he knows your weak spot is.

Doesn’t matter, weight or height or anything, likes to either have you sitting on his lap or him on yours during this.

Kokichi usually initiates, but loves when you do too, although he won’t tell you that, he’s a liar and the leader of an evil organization, he needs to feel like the dominant one.

There’s a chance you guys’ll sneak around at first, not for any reason, just excitement and thrill for Kokichi. So the first time anyone really knew that you two were a thing was when a D.I.C.E member walked in on you two making out, then you two got outed.

Kokichi acted calm but was really freaking out, where as you were trying to decide on whether to run, hide yourself or die from embarrassment.

I should also mention that 8 times out of 10, making out leads to sex (kinda wanna write a fix about that).

Nagito

This boy is terrified “of corrupting you” as he puts it, the fact that you two got into a relationship in the first place is a miracle, because he let himself be with someone so ‘hopeful’.

Probably tried to avoid touching you in any sense, whether that be accidental or not. If he ever bumped into you he would apologize so much your ears might fall off.

He also is afraid his luck may hurt you or get you into trouble, however his luck would be what would get him to finally make a move.

This went down as Nagito and you were peacefully eating lunch on a hopes peak bench, he had made you lunch, his luck working to his advantage when he made it, as nothing went wrong and it turned out amazing.

As Nagito went to eat another piece of sushi, mikan fell into his back, he dropped it and the chopsticks then his lips were pushed into yours. Nagito was somewhat in shock, so it took him a bit to process, by that time you had already pulled away though.

“ ‘Just my luck’ S/O, I really am worthless, I couldn’t stop you from being tainted by me. Although your hope still shines through brightly. So beautiful... I don’t deserve to witne-“

You shut him up by kissing him again. “There, now I’ve reversed the “tainting”, that’s how it works. If you kiss me twice it reverses all effects.”

Your explanation didn’t sit well with Nagito still, but he accepted it because you are an ultimate and would know better than ‘trash’ like him.

Kissing more would take a while, but not completely out of the question, however you may need to start it more often than not.

Kissing Nagito would be a not short but not long kiss, but the fireworks you both feel would be amazing.

He often praises you on your kisses, doesn’t matter how bad you are, he loves every one.

Would like head kisses, but you have to wait till he’s laying down and his hair is not going mental, still, makes him feel loved. Something he finds hard to compute but appreciates nonetheless.

Making out would be much later when he finally felt comfortable and would initiate it, of course asking 5 times beforehand.

He would press his lips to you, hands beside him until you moved them around your waist or neck, he doesn’t really have a preference.

Never turn sexual without extremely explicit consent, kind of kills the mood, but it’s good to know he wouldn’t do anything unwanted.

-that’s all folks

[aks3raao1]

Danganronpa shorts: Luck in a mansion

It was a rather cloudy day when Kazuichi had an idea. A rather strange and disastrous idea, if I, Hajime Hinata, were being honest.

"So, let's go to this mansion! I heard it was scientifically interesting!"

Kazuichi Soda was a rather cowardly man and his defining characteristic was crushing over a woman (and making her uncomfortable with his advances) who would never return his feelings. He was truly hopeless in that regard and prone to fits of jealousy towards anyone who got close to her.

However, he had another side to him. He was also the Ultimate Mechanic and had been accepted by Hope's Peak for that reason. Thus, whenever he came upon a machine, his first instinct was to attempt to open it up and see how it worked. I suppose his fascination with machines in this manner is somewhat similar to Nagito's fascination with hope.

Speaking of which—

"What a hopeful idea, Kazuichi! I am sure the scientific mysteries of the mansion would give rise to hope when solved by someone as great as you!" Nagito Komaeda said, a little starry eyed. Well, that wasn't unexpected since he appeared to try and find hope....virtually everywhere.

However, it was an unspoken thing in our class that we are likelier to be less confident in things after Nagito's over blown praises than more confident unless it benefited the person being praised.

Now, it benefitted Kazuichi.

"Yeah, we all might find something for ourselves too!!! Besides it would be a fun outing!!!"

"Your hope for this outing is so beautiful, Kazuichi, I am sure it will turn out as the Ultimate Outing!" Nagito went on, ecstatic.

"Errr, yeah," Kazuichi looked mildly uncomfortable at that and I swallowed a retort of, "A taste of your own medicine, huh?" and instead said,

"Well, happy outing, you too, then."

"Wait no, you are coming with us as well," Kazuichi said, "No way in hell am I going with this weirdo alone."

I wonder what made him think that I wanted to go alone with two weirdos who were drunk on their respective obsessions. Atleast Kazuichi was less likelier to murder people due to said obsession but still.

"So Hajime is in," Kazuichi said, not waiting for my answer.

"Wait, I never said—"

"—however it appears that you need four people according to the ticket, Kazuichi, so it appears that you need to invite another person," Nagito said, completely ignoring me and looking over the paper Kazuichi was clutching in his hand.

"I do, yes," Kazuichi said, "Miss Sonia would you—"

She pretended as if he did not exist.

Downtrodden Kazuichi went on, "I can kick out Nagito if you want—"

Still no response.

Utterly crushed, Kazuichi turned back to us.

"So.....," his enthusiasm was noticeably less than before, "I...."

"Don't give up hope, Kazuichi! I am sure something would turn up for you at the mansion!"

This caused me to feel like Nagito just wanted to go to that super mysterious mansion. Well, I suppose my own curiosity had been spiked as well due to the ambiguous way Kazuichi framed it.

"You think?" Kazuichi said, looking slightly more hopeful.

"Absolutely! There's hope in that mansion!"

Slightly uncomfortable, Kazuichi scratched his neck.

"Well, I suppose I can't turn this down......but we need another person."

He looked around the place and I sent a silent prayer to the unfortunate person who would grab his eye.

"Hey, Fuyuhiko—!"

Now I felt sorry for Kazuichi.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu was the Ultimate Yakuza and rather foul mouthed and brash despite his small stature. He was also the last person who would get dragged into such a thing.

Or so had I thought, woefully underestimating Kazuichi's persuasion skills.

"What is it?" Fuyuhiko snapped, "What do you want?"

"Hey, want to go with us to this mansion?" Kazuichi said, walking over and sitting down in front of him with a wide shark like grin.

"...who's us?" Fuyuhiko said.

"Hajime, me and Nagito."

"....I am not going."

"Why, do you want to make out with Peko or something?"

"No, what the fuck."

"Come on, please, we just need another member and you are perfect for that."

"I said I am not going—"

Kazuichi proceeded to whine and annoy the living hell out of Fuyuhiko for the next one hour, causing him to give in. Evidently, his dedication to machines was more than his personal pride.

~

A day later, we were all standing in front of the mansion.

The weather was still cloudy. The weather forecast hadn't informed us about any rain, but considering that Nagito was tagging along.....well anything was possible. Already he was sporting bandaged arms when he had arrived today and seemed apprehensive to go with us. However Kazuichi had dragged him along anyways, with a, "No backsies."

I had asked him about the bandaged arms and his reply had been,

"Ahaha, it's the bad luck for the good luck that an Ultimate would invite such a worthless person like me........all I would do is bring along bad luck, however I am sure the Ultimates can overcome that."

If just going on a fun trip punished him in this manner, I suppose I can see why he is the way he is. In a way. I don't think I will ever come close to understanding Nagito Komaeda.

"So, we are staying here for a week, okay?" Kazuichi said, bringing out the keys. They were huge and fit for such an ancient mansion like this.

He unlocked the door. We pushed it together, causing it to swing back with a groan.

Silence.

That was the first thing I noted about this place. How absolutely silent it was.

The next thing I noticed was how dark it was.

Fuyuhiko took out a lighter to light the torches, looking creeped out himself.

"Oi, Kazuichi, I thought this was a scientific mystery, not a test of courage in a haunted house," he said, grumbling.

"...a scientific mystery is what they called it," Kazuichi said, looking confused himself.

"Ah, I am sure we can use science to investigate a paranormal mystery! If it can be solved using science, then it makes it a scientific mystery!" Nagito pointed out.

"I suppose so."

"I still have a bad feeling about this place.....," I muttered, going to help Fuyuhiko with the lights, "Besides, do we have a map?"

"Right in front of you, Hajime," Nagito chirped and I turned around to see that indeed, there was a map right in front of me.

"It looks like your hidden Talent could be Ultimate Map Summoner," he joked next, going to check the map in question.

"Lay off that already."

I might have forgotten my Ultimate Talent but that didn't give him the permission to rub it into my face at every turn.

Kazuichi used the light of the torches to check the keys.

"The numbers inscribed on the keys correspond to that on the map," Nagito spoke. This guy had some seriously good skills of observation. For a brief moment, I wondered why he isn't the Ultimate Detective instead.

"I see," Kazuichi went to check the map as well and began matching the keys to the map, "The map is incomplete....it looks too small for such a huge place.....wait, it's burnt off at the end."

"....ah."

Having finished lighting the torches, Fuyuhiko and I went to check the map in question as well. To allow Fuyuhiko to see it, Nagito moved back.

"Well, I am sure Ultimates such as yourselves would be able to figure out the rest of the map."

"Dude, we none of us are the Ultimate Mansion Map Imaginer over here," Kazuichi said, rolling his eyes.

Nagito looked at me.

"Definitely not," I said, "The map is extremely weird."

"I wonder which dumbass thought it would be a great idea to burn this map off," Fuyuhiko grumbled, "This better not be a prank Kazuichi."

"Why don't the lot of you believe me," Kazuichi spoke, "I saw this place at the same time as you all did. I originally got the ticket from my uncle who asked me to visit this place with three other people."

"Highly suspicious uncle, I see," Fuyuhiko said, "Well it would be the best to explore what areas we can explore and keep our stuff in the bedrooms."

"There are two bedrooms," I said squinting at the map, "Or that's what I can get from this map anyways."

"Well then we have to share it!" Kazuichi said, most cheerfully.

".....what," the rest of us chorused.

None of us had ever heard such a suggestion before.

".....share one bedroom between us, isn't that the most obvious conclusion?" Kazuichi tried again.

"I am too worthless to—," Nagito started up.

"We aren't that chummy—," Fuyuhiko spoke up.

"...sounds rather embarassing," I said.

Faced with our combined refusal, Kazuichi took a step back in exasperation.

"Then do you all geniuses have a better idea????"

"Yes," Fuyuhiko spoke before any of us could, "Explore the mansion and find atleast two more bedrooms."

".......you guys are so dedicated to being tsundere that it's honestly really sad," Kazuichi said, checking the keys again.

"Hey, what was that for—," I started.

"How fucking dare you," Fuyuhiko growled.

".....Uh, since none of us want to share rooms, I suppose we should split up and search? After all, it would be troublesome if we got lost," Nagito said, trying to quell us. It worked, apparently since Kazuichi nodded appreciatively.

"Nagito and Hajime can go together," he said, giving half the keys to me, "And Fuyuhiko can come with me."

Suffice to say, neither Fuyuhiko nor I were too happy about our respective partners, however we chose not to argue.

Kazuichi pushed open the door to the entrance hall which had electric lights on for some reason.

"Let's go."

~~~~~~

"It would be rather interesting if your hidden Talent could come into play here," Nagito said while we searched the kitchen. It was, shockingly enough, filled with modern amenities, which caused me to wonder what the hell was up with the first corridor. It was probably for show, though. And Nagito was still hung over my Talent since we started walking together, making me wish I had brought a duct tape to seal his mouth with.

"I don't see why you are so obsessed with my Talent," I said, searching the microwave. It had a single roasted chicken. It looked rather appetizing.

"What, don't you want to know what Talent got you into Hope's Peak? Maybe your hidden Talent is Ultimate Amnesia for all we know...."

"That's a mental disorder, not something to excel at," I grumbled, taking the chicken out.

"Hm...?" Nagito appeared to have caught smell of the roasted chicken and came over, ".......how odd."

"Well—," my sentence remained incomplete as a light came out of the open microwave and sucked Nagito to God knows where like something out of a sci fi movie.

The chicken dropped from my hand in shock.

"NAGITO?????"

~~~~~~

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu with anyone who wasn't Peko Pekoyama happened to make a rather caustic pair.

Especially right now, when he was searching a bedroom that resembled that of a hospital with Kazuichi Souda. Kazuichi had been needling him on tips to get a girl (Sonia Nevermind, the Ultimate Princess) to like him, because apparently he was supposed to be an expert on that somehow since he had Peko. He tried to explain that they had just been raised from birth and that they were best friends for that reason. Kazuichi looked downtrodden at that, prompting him to ask whether he had brought him along just to question that.

"Well," he said rather shamelessly, "I can't ask Hajime or Nagito for that, can I?"

Fuyuhiko felt the beginnings of a severe migraine in his head.

He would have to use all his patience in the following week to not murder this guy on spot.

"GUYS—," a rather shrill voice rang out, causing the both of them to jump and bump their heads against one another.

Hajime had come and he was looking extremely frightened and entirely out of his element. Hajime was someone who was extremely likely to faint at shocking events and tended to react strongly to abnormal things, so it was not a shock to see him freaked out. However, what was a shock was the absence of the cotton candy haired guy running after him in attempts of placating him.

Which led Fuyuhiko to assume that the reason was definitely Nagito.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Nagito got sucked inside a microwave and disappeared," Hajime said, panting.

".....pardon the fuck?"

".....This must be the scientific mystery they talked about in the brochure," Kazuichi said, eyes wide in excitement and slight fear, "Nagito's luck caused him to find it."

~~

It was a bland tasteless white room, whiter than even his own hair. Equipment was scattered around on the metal tables. Cupboards overflowed with bundles of paper and files. There was a projector at the far corner of the room.

Nagito Komaeda groggily rubbed at his face with his hands.

Ultimate Luck was truly something.

He turned his throbbing head around to check behind him. There was a gramaphone's trumpet there, sitting innocently. However, he was perfectly aware of exactly how innocent it was.

He looked at the room again. It was huge and there were no doors nor windows. It was, to say, an entirely sealed room apart from the gramaphone record that he assumed served as the pathway from the kitchen's microwave to this room.

He closed his eyes and exhaled.

[1/2]

Kazuichi is hopeless beyond sjjsjwjwjw

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

A bit of “Fun”...

[Around the same time, at a Helicopter Landing out back.]

Hey...do you have my blocks?

Of course, we’d be in deep stew if I didn’t...

Cool...good...

Gotta say though...I’m pretty surprised that you know how to fly a helicopter...

It’s not so hard. I flew a few times with a relative of mine who was in the army as a kid, so I memorized all the buttons pretty well.

Plus, a control panel and a DJ deck really ain’t so different. 

*Kego straps some blocks to his feet that allow him to reach the foot pedals in the helicopter and he and Aruma climb inside.

Listen up. We don’t wanna hurt you, but until we get to the location we’re assigned, don’t try anything funny.

I’m the only thing keeping us airborne right now, so if you don’t wanna die, comply with what we want.

Official: B-But why!? Why are you doing this!?

...

...

The hell if we know anymore...

*pant!* *pant!*

*After efficiently making her way around the government building, undetected by the guards, Mahiru makes her way to the helicopter launch pad. She arrives just a little too late, as she watches the chopper lift off the ground.

DAMNATION!

Crud...we were too late.

*Chiaki sits comfortably in Mahiru’s shirt pocket.

How to we get after them now?

...

???: You look like you could use some help...

Huh?

Hm?

*Mahiru turns around and sees someone approaching them.

Looks like things really are in deep stew here, huh?

Kyoko! Wh-What are you doing here?

Due to the actions of Nagito Komaeda the other day, the Government Officials had officially sent out a request to myself as the Chairwoman of the Future Foundation, and to the Branch Chief of the 5th Branch under which Nagito operated.

In other words, Hajime.

Then however, all of this happened, and Hajime called in a favor.

So here I am...

Oh...Ok then...

Don’t get me wrong, I’m super glad you’re here, but don’t suppose that the package comes with some kind of vehicle?

Like...a helicopter for instance?

My, such high standards...

But yes, fortunately I am able to meet them. Above you.

Huh?

*Mahiru and Chiaki look up, and see a Future Foundation Helicopter approaching them.

It’s not one of Byakuya’s luxury models. He wouldn’t budge when I asked about it.

But it’s a sturdy girl and she’ll do us well.

So...do you know how to fly this?

No. Not really.

Oh...

What I mean is, I have rode and flown in the co-pilot seat before, following the instructions I was given.

I don’t know how to actually fly it myself. Luckily for us, we have two capable pilots in the seats.

Oh...good...Let’s go after them then.

Careful guys, this could be the ride of your lives.

Pilots: Sir, yes, sir!

This thing moves pretty fast!

We’ll need it to to catch up with Todoroki and Sakuma and their hostages.

...

So naturally it would be a little bit fast.

I see...Well, as long as it’s reliable then-

Guys!

What?

Something going on, there’s someone out there.

Out where? In the sky?

Pilot: Ma’am, she’s right. There appears to be a...floating man hovering just in front of us.

A floating man?

*Kyoko and Mahiru peer over the pilot’s shoulders...

...Oh no...

“Oh no” what?

*Hovering, supported by some floating pieces of metal, in front of the chopper is none other than...

...Surpriiiise Mothafucka...

TSUCHIYA! YOU BASTARD!

Aw come on...not still salty that I killed loads of your men, are ya? It’s like a Saturday hobby to me.

Seriously, you should see all the times Narumi and I have competed to see how many people we can kill in one business venture. Cops and other authorities count as two points.

By the way Narumi, I know you’re totally not listening, but I swear to god that guy was a plainclothes policeman the last time! We did NOT tie, I got one over you! 21 to 20 in my favor!

Cut the crap! What do you want!?

What do I want? Well, to be honest, I don’t really want any part of this whole...shebang, let’s say...I just needed to have a “chat” with my little coworker...

But I figured that I still got time, so I thought I’d have a little fun...Case in point...

*Akira raises his finger and...

*SLASH!* *SLASH!*

Pilots: AAAAGGGH!!!

!!!!??

!!!!??

!!!!??

*A piece of Akira’s ring flies through the armored chopper and pierces straight through the pilot and co-pilot!

Good luck landing this baby with a pierced gut!

As they say in Italy, “Arrivederci e vaffanculo”

*Akira flies away.

Um, this is your captain speaking, we’re about to CRASH!?

AAAH!

EEEEE!!

*The two pilots are unable to pilot the helicopter in their state! And the vehicle begins a very fast plummet to the ground...!

[magioftheseas]

Sweet Poison

Written for @komahinaisle

Day 6: Island Mode AU, Poison, Despair

Summary: Hinata wanting to be with him... Hinata being kind to him... This was just sickening, impertinent indulgence.

Rating: T

Warnings: Referenced gruesome character death.

Notes: Aw man, I could’ve named this Sweet Dreams or something of the sort. But I didn’t, and I commit to the mediocre titles I slap on my fics dammit. Anyway, this was the second premise I came up with. It’s pretty difficult to write and I do wish I found a way to make it longer but, I guess it can’t be helped now. Please enjoy it anyway.

***Alternate Ao3 Link***

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The sunlit island sky was radiant as always, but when eclipsed by that smile, it was so blinding it was beyond painful. So much so that Komaeda felt a dizzy spell come on, but before he could stumble and fall to the floor, he was caught.

“Komaeda!” Hinata’s bright face is now marred with concern. With worry. “Are you alright?”

Komaeda could only laugh pitifully, waving his hand. “I’m fine, I’m fine. You’re really too kind for your own good, Hinata-kun!”

“It’s not my good I’m concerned with right now,” Hinata pointed out. “If you’re not feeling well, do you want to head back to your cottage? Should I get Tsumiki?”

“Mm, today was a day we were supposed to hang out, though.” Komaeda shook his head. “Selfish as it may be, I don’t wish to give up your company for today.”

“Eh? Really? Then—I can stay with you in your cottage? I-If that’s okay, of course.” Hinata steadied him on his feet, as gallant as he was flustered at the moment. He rubbed his nape, seemingly avoidant of Komaeda’s avid staring. “I don’t mind that. We can still hang out. You have like, books and stuff at your place.”

“I do indeed have lots of stuff,” Komaeda agreed warmly. “I’ll do my best to entertain you as a guest, Hinata-kun.”

“You don’t have to push yourself so much. Just take it easy. Relax. All that.” Hinata swallowed, shrugging. “It’ll be—fine? Yeah. Fine.”

“Fine,” Komaeda echoed.

The back of his skull flared. He didn’t let it show.

“Fine,” he repeated, this time more insistently.

--

It’s not that he’s begun to enjoy himself so much that he’s forgotten his place. While it is true he’s been enjoying himself more than he deserves, it’s because Hinata Hajime is the one who wants to hang out with him—and who is he to refuse?

That’s what he tells himself, over and over, even when he feels like he’s suffocating.

“Are you sure you’re feeling alright, Komaeda?”

Hinata’s hand is warm as it presses to his forehead. Hinata’s face pinches up, and Komaeda stares up at him drearily from where he’s seated on the bed. He feels like he should be lying down right now, but that would be rude to do when Hinata’s here.

Right?

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, giving a pitiful smile. “You went out of your way to spend time with me and this is what happens.”

“It’s fine. Really.” Hinata plops down beside him and rubs his shoulder. “I don’t mind at all.”

“Ahaha, so kind!” Komaeda can’t help but laugh, even as his chest hurts. “You really are so kind, Hinata-kun!”

Hinata scoffs, but his cheeks are red. How cute.

“It’s just basic human decency!” he exclaimed, huffing once more so adorably. “You’re not undeserving of that, Komaeda. Even if it’s from another Ultimate or whatever.”

He’s very cute—but something feels wrong. Like Hinata-kun’s not the one who should be saying that. Huh?

He feels a flare of indignant anger. Really strange. Especially when his chest was constricting with grief, too. Komaeda’s head lolls, his smile dropping. Hinata takes his shoulders, once again worried.

“Komaeda?”

“Are you just worried about me because of basic human decency?” Komaeda found himself asking, not understanding anything. Neither this nor himself.

“I-I, well, no, not just that.” Hinata shook his head. “It’s also because we’re friends, Komaeda.”

The constriction in his chest was enough to crush his heart into an indescribable mass.

“Don’t patronize me. Please.”

“It’s not patronizing, it’s the truth,” Hinata insisted, his frown deepening. “Hey.” He takes Komaeda’s face tenderly in his hands. “What’s wrong? You look—really upset. Please, talk to me. I want to help you.”

Hinata’s hands are warm. Almost burning. So much so that Komaeda wonders if he’s breathing in smoke.

Huh?

His eyes are watering.

Everything hurts.

Everything hurts, hurts, hurts.

“K-Komaeda?!”

It’s weird. Hinata’s close to him. Hinata’s close—and yet he also feels so far away, distant but still calling his name.

He can’t say anything. It’s hot. It’s humid. It stings.

“Komaeda, snap out of it!”

Hinata gives him a good shake and Komaeda jerks from the sudden movement. He’s breathing, his head is spinning, his eyes still feel wet, and—he’s drooling. Hinata wipes away a strand, and he doesn’t even look disgusted. Komaeda blinks at him wearily.

“I...” He doesn’t understand what’s happening. Just that Hinata is here with him and he feels grieved instead of happy. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Hinata says simply, thumb rubbing against the curve of his cheek. “Komaeda, it’s—it’s not your fault.”

Isn’t it, though? I... I, I, I...

“It hurts,” he croaks. “It really hurts, but...”

It, it, it—

It’s for the sake of hope.

“Komaeda, Komaeda,” Hinata murmurs, pulling him closer and embracing him, petting his hair, shushing him gently. “There, there, stay with me, stay with me.”

Of course, Hinata-kun’s not really here.

(But he can still hear Hinata calling his name.)

This is just my sickening, impertinent indulgence.

(Hinata sounds very worried. He must be imagining that. Further indulgence. Nothing more.)

Komaeda sighs, burying his face into Hinata’s broad shoulder, breathing in his scent. Pine, not smoke. He was warm, but wasn’t burning.

Hinata encasing him is so comforting. It’s probably the only time he’s felt safe in a while. But with the stench of smoke, he can’t help but remember that time on the plane, so he grips the back of Hinata’s shirt a little tighter than he needed to.

“Komaeda,” Hinata says. “It’s going to be okay.”

Liar. I’m never going to believe in you ever again.

(It’s what he thought upon reading those files. Childish. Vindictive. Angry. Despairing. Everything swirled around and around in an engrieved mess. It was funny how just a few words could spiral everything he knew out of control.)

“Hinata-kun.”

The name slips out before he realizes it. Even though it’s not even this person’s name. Not really. Not anymore. Except—maybe it is. Maybe it is his name because Hinata Hajime has become nothing more than an illusion.

“Hinata-kun...”

He’s held even tighter. He must be suffocating.

I had wanted to spend more time with you. There were so many things we could have done. I can’t help but mourn them. I—I really am desperate for love I don’t deserve and will never receive, aren’t I?

Because it’s not real, because it’s all going to fall apart, he might as well be honest. Now that it’s too late.

“You were going to forgive me,” he whispered. “I couldn’t allow that. But I had still wanted—to be friends with you. It’s impossible now, but...”

Komaeda Nagito’s eyes flutter shut as everything unravels.

“If we were to meet again... I hope it’s in a world without talent.”

--

“Komaeda? Komaeda!”

Hinata scrambles in, choking on another scream. He covers his mouth with his arm. Somehow, damp ashes smelled worse than the smoke. As he shoved the curtain aside, however, he froze.

Komaeda Nagito laid there, splayed out as the scene of a most gruesome and violent death. His eyes are glassy, no longer seeing—as if there was no longer anything to see.

Not even Hinata stumbling towards him before falling to his knees. He shuddered, his breath hitching. When he finally remembered to breathe, the stench was contaminated with blood, ash, and just a hint of bitter, bitter poison.

[moonlessnight126]

Chapter 9: Trust and Honesty

Link

The sun shined brilliantly across the windows of the Café Parisian where Hinata’s mother sat quietly, tea lying there on the table getting cold as music played in the background. Preoccupied with the welfare of her son, voices of her surroundings gradually muffled away as her mind drowned in thought and worry that she nervously fiddled with her fingers over her lap. Suddenly, her ears picked up on a conversation behind her right close to the entrance door between two crew members.

She peered at the two as she listened in.

“Have you heard? Two members of the high class snuck into the steerage yesterday.”

“The steerage? Why would they do that?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

“Ha, that’s folly.”

“Commander Juzo had to go and search for ‘em too.”

“Was it a couple?”

“Probably so. Heard he found ‘em in a compromising situation too, but ya didn’t hear this from me.”

“Bet ya they had a good ol’ wackin!”

The rest of the conversation blurred away as her face contorted with worry.

‘Perhaps it was Hajime?’

She immediately shook her head at the absurdity of the idea, finding it almost laughable that she would suspect her very own son to have been engaging himself in that kind of ill-manner or any for that matter. She didn’t notice when her husband came and pulled a chair that she nearly jumped out of hers.

“Hajime hasn’t shown up yet?” He asked as he seated himself next to her.

“Not yet, dear.”

“That’s unlike him. Should we have woken him up?”

“I don’t know. He probably had… quite a long night, I suppose. Better let him rest.” She tried to mask her concern, but it showed and he quickly picked up on it. He knew it was unusual of her not to be excited about the events of the party.

“You seem worried.”

“I’m just… concerned about Hajime and how he’s been progressing thus far with the elites.”

“Isn’t he getting along fine?”

She gave him a smile before shrugging her shoulders. “You’re right, dear. I’m needlessly worrying over nothing again, aren’t I?”

“Like all mothers do; you just want what’s best for our boy. Have a little faith in him.”

“Well, I think he just needs a little encouragement from his father, too.”  She then nudged him playfully before saying, “Probably best when I’m not around, you know? Man to man.”

Chuckling, he assured her saying, “Alright, I’ll talk to him.”

Back in the suite, Hinata gradually woke up to a painful throb in his head that had him wincing as he rolled over in bed, praying this killer headache would go away but with no use. But that was to be expected from all the drinking he did, he thought as he opened his eyes.

Looking at the time, he realized he was late for breakfast. He grudgingly sat up and looked over to the adjoined door and wondered if his parents had tried waking him up.

That was when it occurred to him; how would he explain to his mother where he was the night before? But other than that, what Komaeda had said that night kept echoing in his mind.

What do I do, Hinata-kun? I’m falling more and more for you.

Although he imagined how difficult it might have been for Komaeda to open his heart and make himself vulnerable, he admitted his heartfelt feelings that were most honest and true. On the other hand, Hinata had been hiding the truth from him and that tugged painfully at his heart with guilt.

He pulled his knees up under the covers and lowered his head down between his arms, feeling very small as the world closed in on him. Cursing his shortcomings, he pursed his lips to suppress his anger with himself.

He wasn’t truly one of the elites that Komaeda admired so dearly, but he owed him the truth, the same courtesy. It's the least he could do. If he didn't tell Komaeda the truth, he wouldn't be able to move forward with their relationship.

...Relationship?

A blush crept up Hinata's cheeks as the word rang in his mind. That was the first time he admitted to himself out loud that what they have is a relationship, not some fluke or pent up feelings. It was real and tangible and he could actually imagine a future with him.

But…

Suddenly, his heart sank as a dark cloud loomed over his thoughts. He placed his hand on his chest and crouched over as a fleeting, dreadful sensation creeped into his heart. If he told him the truth, how would he respond? Would his feelings towards him change? Would he get angry? Would he not look at him with those adoring eyes and loving smile anymore? No, he couldn't bear it, couldn’t even bear the thought of it.

Suddenly, he felt sick in the stomach that he hastily got out of bed and grabbed the nearest basket before throwing up in it. He coughed and whimpered at the bitter taste in his mouth as he pulled himself up. He grabbed a piece of cloth nearby and wiped his mouth.

“Ugh, I shouldn’t have drunk this much.”

He then made his way to the drawer and pulled out a bottle of pills, popped two in his mouth and jugged it down with a bottle of water. He hoped the pills would numb the throb in his head, but he knew they wouldn't be able to take away the ache and fear enveloping his heart. He couldn't help but ponder over the possibilities that would take place if he was to confess.

Realizing there was no use in standing there idly and thinking it over, his eyes turned to ones of conviction. It wasn't a matter of debate and he couldn't keep it from him any longer. He has to do it.

Taking off the clothes that he had been wearing the night before, he opened the closet and pulled out his suit. Back to his formal attire, he exited the room.

“There you are, my boy!”

“Good morning father, ...mother.” His eyes lingered on her before pulling out a chair and sitting down. She didn't say a word as she quietly sipped on her tea.

“Slept quite a lot, haven’t you?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“Tell me, how did it go, son?”

He looked over to his mother, knowing she was the one who usually asked these questions. He fidgeted as he answered, “Uhm, it was the usual, I guess.”

“That’s good. Say, Hajime. Yesterday, I happened to see you walking back to the cabin dressed rather peculiarly, and you were with that other boy, Komaeda Nagito was his name?”

Hinata froze stiff in his seat and his eyes shook as panic took over him.

“U-Uhm, W-We…”

“Darling, haven't you heard? The elites were hosting a clothing party yesterday, for laughs.” Hinata's mother interjected.

Hinata stared at her wide-eyed as she turned to him, “Isn't that right, dear?”

Hinata nodded. “Y-Yeah.”

“Is that right?” The father laughed. “Quite strange.”

“Dear, aren't you going to be late meeting your friends? They must be waiting for you.”

“Oh right. Well, I'm off then.”

His father picked himself up and headed towards the smoking room. Hinata lowered his head as he gazed down on his hands, clenched on top of his knees. He didn’t know he was holding his breath until his mother spoke out to him.

“Hajime,” she started, “... are you alright, dear?”

Hinata hesitantly lifted his head and looked at her.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

Hinata remained quiet, cautious. Conflict raged in his heart because he wanted to confide in her; he wanted to tell her everything, but at the same time he knew perfectly well that she would never accept it, his feelings for Komaeda and their relationship together. She would never allow it. Aside from that, the way she spoke of him, her tone towards Komaeda, was a bit defensive. He was too afraid to say anything and risk losing Komaeda.

Struggle reflected in his eyes as he tried to find the words to say, but was caught off guard with what she said next.

“Did you enjoy the party? Judging from what you were wearing, I suppose you had a harmless visit to the lower decks, didn't you?” She said with a loving smile when she saw his eyes widen with shock. She then placed the tip of her fingers under his chin and sighed worriedly through her smile as she said admittedly, “I know we’ve been pressuring you a lot lately, so it’s alright. I’m not angry with you.” She then added with a laugh, “Your father doesn’t need to know that you’ve been down there, partying with a bunch of… a bunch of riots.”

“Mother…” The word breathlessly escaped his lips in disbelief because he couldn't believe his ears. He was unexpectedly surprised at how lightly she was dealing with the matter opposed to how he thought she'd react.

“But I don’t like you behaving like this either, going somewhere dangerous with your newfound friend.” She reprimanded before lifting her hand and cupping the side of his face. Caressing his cheek in a motherly manner, concern filled her loving gaze as she said, “You have to take care of yourself, because you could get yourself hurt. Who knows what kind of danger you might put yourself in?”

Missing the underlying intention of her words, Hinata gave her a soft chuckle because he did run into some trouble.

“Don’t worry about me. You taught me how to take care of myself.”

"I surely did."

They shared a warm smile before his mother pulled back her hand and said, “Okay, run along now. Off you go.”

“Thanks, mother.”

Hinata pulled himself up from his chair and surprised her with a kiss on a cheek before turning around and leaving.

His mother watched him go with a smile before her eyes turned weary.  

With a sigh of relief at being spared the confrontation with his mother, he still had another matter to be concerned about and it weighed heavily on his heart and clouded his mind with dark thoughts. He could clearly imagine Komaeda’s dismay. As he sat alone on the bench, he solemnly gazed at the clear blue sky when someone approached him.

“Hey friend, what's on your mind?”

Hinata jumped a little before turning his gaze towards the smaller fellow walking towards him, seating himself by his side.

“H-Hey, Hanamura.” He said with a nervous smile before reluctantly pulling his gaze down. When he didn't say anything else, Hanamura tilted his head curiously.

“Let me guess. Are you thinking about a certain white-haired friend?”

… Was it that obvious?

Hinata slit his eyes cautiously towards him that had Hanamura bursting with laughter.

“Of course you are! Is everything alright? You two were missing last night. Anything interesting happened?”

Something interesting indeed.

Hinata really did need to talk to someone and Hanamura already knew about them, so what was the harm in having a little bit of trust in the shorter man?

Hanamura listened intently with keen interest as Hinata started explaining what had occurred the night before, leading up to when Juzo walked in on them right after Komaeda’s confession while leaving out unnecessary details that he didn't need to know of.

“Oh my, that sounds intense! You and Komaeda have become really close in a very short time, I see." Hanamura took a moment before asking, "You two have slept together, haven't you?” He exclaimed rather excitedly before being gawked at by a panicked Hinata.

“W-What are you saying, Hanamura?!”

“That means you haven’t yet?”

“...”

With his silence and embarrassing demeanor, it was Hanamura's turn to gawk.

"Ahahaha! My my! This is strangely fascinating. I guess if I try to look at it in another perspective, one may possibly get mildly curious towards the same… sex, I suppose. But, then again, Komaeda does have some effeminate features, so it might make some sense, don't you think?”

‘He what?’

Hinata’s brows furrowed at the strange remark and was about to argue back before being shot with yet another bold question.

"So are you into guys?"

“What?! No!" Hinata stressed, bewildered by his straightforwardness.

"You lost me. Komaeda is definitely a gu-"

"That's different." Hinata interrupted quickly.

"Oh... Ohhhhh, I can picture it now! So, out of all the people you've met and against all odds, Komaeda was the one that you felt attracted to regardless of gender, am I correct?”

“W-Well, I... I…” Hinata found himself stuttering, having a hard time keeping up with the little man before being shot yet again with another forward question, animated with gestures of his body and hands.

“You felt an intense, unexplainable desire to touch him and listen to his sinful moans while you pound into his manhole and feel that tightness engulf your whole being that you-"

"For the love of everything holy, would you stop?!!” Hinata could feel his cheeks burn to a crisp. “It was nothing like that and why would…? Wait a minute. Have you ever thought of that?”

“What? Me? No! Noooo. Haha. Just saying.” Hanamura shrugged casually and added, “I’m trying to understand it, is all.”

“Uh-huh.” Hinata said suspiciously.

“But if it wasn’t lust or curiosity, what else could it be?”

Just then, Hinata bashfully turned his face the other way as he fiddled around with his fingers.

"W-W-W-Wait. You actually like him? As in like like?"

"Will you lower your voice? People might hear you if they haven’t already!" Hinata whispered in panic.

"But you said you weren't into guys."

"I'm not! I…” He gave out a defeated sigh before asking in a low voice. “Is that too complicated?"

He would guess it was.

Hanamura took a moment to realize and for a moment his eyes gleamed. "So you actually do like him."

Hinata's brow twitched as he turned his head towards the shorter man with an agitated look on his face. "That’s what I’ve been trying to say!”

“Interesting! You’re not into guys but somehow you fell for Komaeda. Oh! It’s like you're the protagonist of a heart-clenching, forbidden love story! That's very exciting!”

Although Hanamura was exhilarated, Hinata didn't share his enthusiasm as he lowered his head and sighed dejectedly. "Not as exciting as you think. It's as complicated as it sounds and dangerous, considering that we're both..."

"... Men? First class?"

When Hinata remained silent, Hanamura's exhilaration gradually faded away and was replaced instead with a look of sympathy at how disheartened Hinata looked. He couldn't even begin to imagine the kind of burden he was carrying.

"You're scared, aren't you?"

“Of course I am!” Hinata couldn't help clenching his fists on top of his knees, his face twisted in a frown as fear gripped at his heart. “It hurts me to think that we can't be together, that something might and probably will come between us and tear us apart. Or for the simple fact that I can't live up to his expectations.”

“What do you mean?”

Hinata hesitated before answering, “You know how enamored Komaeda is with all of you, yet I couldn’t find it in myself to tell him that I’m not truly an elite.”

Hanamura stayed silent as he watched Hinata lower himself and cover his face with both of his hands. Beady eyes contorted with pain because he couldn't bear seeing him that way. “I think you two are beyond that line now!” Hanamura suddenly blurted out. “Knowing Komaeda, he probably already knows.”

Hinata remained still for a little while before lifting his head up towards him and asked a bit discouraged, “What do you mean?”

“Something like this wouldn’t stay a secret from him. And if it is, just be honest with him. The most important thing to any relationship is complete honesty, right? If he feels the same way about you, he'll reciprocate your feelings. If he doesn't, you should let him go.”

Hinata pulled his gaze down, hiding behind the shadow of his bangs and said nothing while he gripped on his shaking hands, his eyes close to drawing tears.

"It's scary to be in love, isn’t it? But that's how it is. If you're both meant to be, it'll happen regardless of the circumstances.”

The words surprised Hinata that he turned to look at him a little bit amazed that Hanamura had to smile.

"I may be a bit of a pervert, but-”

“A bit is underrated.” Hinata quickly interjected that Hanamura dismissed immediately.

“Anyway, the point is.... when it comes to loving someone, no matter who, it’ll always have its own challenges, but that what makes it beautiful. It’s a journey that one must take and bear with it all the ups and downs that comes along.” Hanamura took a moment and added,” And in all honesty, I could have never imagined anyone loving Komaeda considering how he is, but for some reason I envy him for it. For him to find someone who loves him this much, considering the risks, I think he’s pretty lucky."

Hinata scoffed, thinking he was mocking him, but all he saw was a genuine smile from the shorter man.

“I really mean it. I wish I could be loved in that same manner as well. From a girl… that is. I’m all in for the girls, haha!”

"Hanamaru..."

Hinata couldn’t help but mirror the smile, feeling his spirit elevate a little. He was about to thank him for his words of encouragement, but that quickly changed when Hanamura ruined the moment. "So, you’re the lead in this relationship? The one on top? The dominant one? Admit it, you fell for him because of that plump little ass of his, hahahaha!” He then gasped mid-thought before exclaiming. “What if it’s the other way around? Do you switch? What about-”

"Hanamura!!!"

Without warning, Hinata nearly jumped out of his skin when Nidai popped behind them out of nowhere. “Haha! This little fellow is giving you trouble?”

“Hey! This fellow is helping a friend in love.”

“H-Hanamura! W-What are you saying?” Hinata panicked with a blush.

“Ha! It ain’t manly to blush like that.”

“Says the guy whose face turns red whenever Akane is around.”

“Haha! You got me!” Nidai bursted into fits of laughter as he placed his hand behind his head in embarrassment.

Souda joined in laughing as he pointed at Nidai, "A blush doesn't suit you at all, Nidai! What’s this I hear about Akane?”

"Look who's talking,” Hanamura teased.

“What? You’ve got nothing on me.”

“Yeah? Should we call Sonia over here?”

“W-Why? Is she around?” Souda stuttered nervously.

The boys fell into a fit of laughter and Hinata couldn’t help but join them. He then looked at Hanamura, placing his hand over his shoulder and smiled in appreciation for getting him off of his worries even if it was for a little while.

But just then, his heart nearly gave out when he heard a voice say, "It's very lively over here, isn't it?"

“And here comes the man of the hour.” Hanamura exclaimed as he winked at Hinata.

Souda flashed a smile and pulled his arm over Komaeda's shoulder, surprising him. "Say Komaeda, is it possible that maybe you might have a crush on anyone? Like what's between you and Tsumiki?"

"Tsumiki... san?"

"She has a bit of a crush on you, don't you think?"

"Haha, that's not possible.”

“She definitely is.” Souda murmured.

Hanamura clarified the question by saying, “He is asking if perhaps you’re in love with anyone at all.” At that moment, Hinata wanted to punch him in the face, but it came as a surprise when he heard Komaeda’s response, making his breath get caught in his lungs with eyes stretching wide.

"Of course I am."

Souda nearly toppled over, blurting out in shock, "R-Really? Who?"

For a brief moment, Komaeda's smile beamed with warmth towards Hinata amidst them before declaring, "With all of you, of course. I love each and every one of my beloved elites."

"That's not what I'm asking!" Souda yelled angrily.

"Ahaha! You're a strange one, aren't you?" Nidai gave Komaeda a strong pat on the back that nearly had him tripping.

The sound of their laughter deafened as Hinata stared at Komaeda and all he could hear was his heartbeat echoing loudly in his ears. Komaeda stared back with that ever enduring, immutable smile as those uncanny eyes locked with his. The way Komaeda had looked at him when he said those words had his stomach fluttering and churning that his cheeks were softly heating up all the way to his ears.

Hanamura peeked at the pair and secretly smiled for them.

Nidai and Souda soon left and Hanamura followed them but without giving Hinata a pat of encouragement first. Komaeda then turned to him with that ever radiant warm smile of his, making his own lips pull into a thin line.

He needed to tell him.

With so many people around, he felt self-conscious. He quickly took Komaeda’s hand in his and pulled him along, “Come with me, Komaeda.”

Hinata took him to what seemed to be a vacant room. The instant they were inside, he pulled him into his arms and kissed him against the wall, catching Komaeda by surprise as he gasped before feeling Hinata's sudden lips on him, making his heart skip a beat before he closed his eyes, returning the gesture with much fervor as he slid his hands over Hinata's chest and wrapped them around his neck.

Please, please, please…

Overwhelmed with the fear that he might walk away from him, Hinata held him tight in his arms. With a tilt of his head, he pressed his lips harder against his, pulling a soft moan from Komaeda's lips.

If everything were to crumble, he wanted to savor one final kiss.

When Hinata gently pulled back and gazed into Komaeda’s half-lidded eyes, noting the soft blush on his pale cheeks, his own lips quivered before closing his eyes, trying to gather the nerve to confess.

Komaeda’s brow furrowed, noting the distress Hinata was in. He gently caressed his cheek and lifted his gaze back to him before asking softly, “Something wrong, Hinata-kun?”

“Komaeda...” Hinata started reluctantly as he held and pressed that pale hand onto his chest, squeezing it tight. “There is s-something that I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Komaeda dipped his head to the side with a loving smile and said, “Tell me.”

“I-I…”

Hinata found swallowing difficult and his eyes reflected emotions of guilt and fear. Seeing that gentle smile on Komaeda's face, he just... couldn't.

Hinata couldn’t help dreading the worst. Would he like him any less if he knew the truth? Would he get angry with him and leave? The questions plagued his consciousness as fear gripped at his heart.

Komaeda noticed the slight tremble of his shoulders and started to feel concerned. “Hinata-kun, what’s wrong?”

When Hinata didn’t answer, Komaeda closed the distance even more between them and gently caressed his cheek to soothe him.

Feeling a little more resolved, Hinata gently held that caring hand and placed it over his chest, lips barely a breath apart from his as he reluctantly looked into those pale green eyes.

With their eyes locked on one another, Hinata gently cradled the side of his face and sighed with a shiver before saying admittedly as he squeezed Komaeda's hand over his chest, “I haven’t been truly honest with you."

“About what, Hinata-kun?”

Komaeda could clearly see how scared and hesitant Hinata was. One more time, he asked with a gentle caress of his hand across his cheek and with an unwavering smile, “What is it? Tell me.”

Seeing the look in Komaeda’s eyes, Hinata couldn’t bear denying him the truth any longer.

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~Moonlessnight126

[bravemccalll]

you make a fool of death with your beauty .3

chapter three – hope comes bearing gifts

Hajime remembers his parents through rose-tinted glasses. He remembers his mother’s laugh lighter and sweeter, his father’s hair darker and softer. His memories are filled with all the good parts of when they were alive: how his father had held his bike steady when he first got on it, how his mother had cheered when he won first place in the spelling bee when he was eight.

Of course, the dark always manages to worm its way in, despite how tightly you seal the door.

He remembers Kazuichi’s arms as a steel band around his waist when he tried to push his way towards his parents’ bodies. He could see them, they were lying right there, he only had to get closer, just one touch –

Kazuichi had been crying, Hajime remembers the wet patch on the back of his neck, soaking the collar of his shirt. “You can’t!” he’d sobbed and dragged Hajime further and further away. “Then everyone’ll know and what’ll happen to you?”

Hajime hadn’t cared.

They’ve been cremated, his aunt told him during the second week of his stay at her house. Hajime hated it there, simply on the principal that he hated anywhere that his parents weren’t which was everywhere now. We’re going to spread their ashes in the lake that your father used to fish, do you remember it?

Hajime thinks that he has a piece of rope wrapped around his ankle to keep him tethered to the Earth. That day it snapped.

//

Hajime finds himself talking to Chiaki a lot. She sits on his workbench with her legs swinging as he works and they talk about everything.

He asks her what she does for a living. ("Games designer but they've given me a few months off - without pay, mind you - because of...well, y'know.) She asks him why Kazuichi dyed his hair when they were fifteen. ("I believe he said to me, quote, un-quote, 'Why the fuck not?")

She doesn't say much about Tsumiki. He doesn't say anything about the years after his parents died.

But it's fun.

He can’t remember when they started talking like this, with her roaming his kitchen and him letting her. He finds he doesn’t mind.

//

A sweetshop has opened up three doors down. Kyouko’s Kandy.

Peko wonders if there is going to be any competition. Kazuichi offers to throw a brick through their front window. Nagito has already roller-skated past them five times, trying to see who owns the place.

Hajime wants a nap.

//

The owner of Kyouko’s Kandy is not actually a woman named Kyouko but actually a short man with spiked brown hair called Makoto Naegi. He introduces himself with a smile that rivals the sun and gives them a box filled with taffy.

Hajime decides he likes him.

“So, who’s Kyouko?” Kazuichi asks around a mouth stuffed with sweets.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” says Peko from behind the counter. Fuyuhiko snorts from in front of her and she gives him a coy smile. Hajime doesn’t notice.

“Oh, it’s not a problem!” Makoto says, happily. Hajime does notice that there is little that Makoto doesn’t say with a smile. “Kyouko is my wife. She’s the one who inspired me to open up my sweet shop so I named it after her.”

“Aw,” Chiaki sighs from beside Makoto. “That’s so sweet. Get it? Sweet?” She grins at everyone. Hajime groans. Nagito laughs.

“I get that a lot,” Makoto giggles. He giggles. Hajime is convinced that this man is a human part-time, a cherub full-time.. “My husband hates it.”

“Husband?” Fuyuhiko asks.

The smile disappears. “Um, yeah. I have a wife and a husband. Polygamy and all that.” He fiddles with his thumbs.

“Oh, that’s fine!” Chiaki says, patting his arm. He smiles at her. “Not that you need my approval or anything, I’m just trying to say that, y’know, that’s not weird or anything, because it’s not! It’s not weird at all, I’m just trying to say – “

“We’re just trying to say,” Nagito interjects, “That it’s all fine here. You don’t gotta worry or anything.” Chiaki grins at him, red cheeks and all.

Makoto looks like he’s going to explode with happiness. Fuyuhiko locks eyes with Peko and winks. Her lips twitch. Hajime doesn’t notice.

//

Here’s the thing: Hajime had never thought about polygamy before.

That night when he and Nagito get into bed, he asks Nagito his opinion about it. Nagito thinks it over, his head resting on Hajime’s chest. Hajime runs his hand through Nagito’s hair.

(“It looks like a cloud,” Chiaki had told him earlier, hands braced on his workbench, watching him roll out dough. “Doesn’t it?”

Hajime had snorted before he could stop himself. She’d raised her eyebrow in a silent question. “Well, it’s just – your hair looks like candy floss.”

She’d laughed joyfully and the sound had filled his lungs. “Shut up, pinecone.”)

“I think it’d depend on the person,” Nagito says eventually.

“Me too,” Hajime replies. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Nagito says, his voice a rumble on his collarbone and Hajime wonders if he can see the words branded on his skin.

//

Fuyuhiko meets Kyouko before the rest of them and marches into The Pie Hole with a scowl.

“Anyone ever tell you that you look like an angry puppy when you make that face?” Nagito asks as he rolls to a stop beside Hajime. Fuyuhiko glares at him. Hajime snorts.

“I just met Kyouko,” he growls.

(“Angry puppy,” Nagito murmurs.)

“Oh?” Peko says, looking intrigued. “What was she like?”

“She said that she thinks my intuition must be incredibly good because there’s little to no actual physical evidence to explain how I’ve solved these crimes.” Hajime tries to not look embarrassed. Nagito rolls his eyes at him.

“She into your work?” Peko asks, looking at Fuyuhiko with a raised eyebrow. He looks slightly sheepish under her gaze and Hajime doesn’t understand why.

“She’s a detective as well. She wants to work on Tsumiki’s case with me,” says Fuyuhiko.

Hajime glances at Chiaki who had been sitting quietly ever since Fuyuhiko came in but perked up at the mention of her late best friend. He looks back at Fuyuhiko who is staring at Peko. Peko stares back at him before getting up and heading towards her office, through the kitchen.

“Will you work with her?” Chiaki asks, her voice small. Hajime wants to give her a hug but can only cross his arms tightly across his chest. Nagito reaches a hand out and pats her shoulder.

“I’ll have to think about it,” Fuyuhiko says before disappearing into the back.

“Why’s he leaving that way?” Nagito wonders, scrunching up his nose in confusion.

“No idea,” Hajime replies.

“You’re both so dumb,” Chiaki sighs.

//

Here’s the thing: Hajime had met Peko at three in the morning in the middle of winter when he was eighteen and drifting through life like his feet weren’t on the ground.

He had been sitting on a curb outside what would soon be The Pie Hole in a woolly jumper with a cooling apple pie cradled in his arms and she had slumped down next to him. “I read this quote once,” she said. He barely looked up, only tilted his head slightly. “It said: ‘What is human existence? It turns out it’s pretty simple: We are dead stars, looking back up at the sky.’”

“Powerful stuff,” Hajime murmured. He had been living with his aunt, miles away, but he had run away, back to the town where his parents had once lived, where Chiaki had died on a street not a few blocks from that corner, where Kazuichi was sleeping in his bed a few streets away. He hadn’t slept in too long, his eyes stung with exhaustion. He remembered breaking into what used to be his house to use the oven to bake his pie. He left quickly, the ghosts that haunted what used to be a home had watched him, their eyes boring into the back of his neck.

“I don’t like it. I’m not a fan of poetry,” she said. “I’m Peko.”

“Hajime.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said. He hadn’t been able to tell if she was being honest or not; her face was blank and she blinked at him.

“Ditto,” he said, eventually.

“Can I have a slice of your pie?” she asked, head nodding to the pie that he had sat on his lap.

He stared at her, dumbly. “It’s apple.”

“Yes.”

“I-I don’t have a fork.” She reached into the pocket of her red parka and pulled out two plastic forks. “…Alright.”

He placed the pie on the ground between them and she handed him a fork and together they ate his pie.

“This is good. You should bake pies for a living,” she told him, face still blank, crimson eyes staring out into the darkness.

“I want to,” he replied. His phone buzzed in his pocket, probably his aunt phoning to figure out where he had run off to again.

“I’d fund it,” Peko hummed. There was a rip on the knee of her jeans. Hajime stared at it.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he’d said and she had smiled at him for the first time.

Later, Hajime would fall asleep in the bare living room of the house he used to share with his parents and he’d think about crimson eyes, a red parka and a hopeful smile.

(Years later, Hajime bought her a mug with stars painted on it. She’d smiled at him like she had then and Hajime had grinned back.)

//

Hajime had never actually met Gundham’s girlfriend until this moment. He’d seen her from afar, all long blonde hair and white sundresses that flared at the waist.

She’s wearing a sundress right now. It’s snowing outside. Hajime is so tired.

“Well, how Gundham and I met was when I was attempting to summon Abbadon [because blah] but before I could begin the incantation, Gundham ran in and stopped me. He explained later that I could have ended the world if I had gone through with the ritual! I am so sorry for that.”

“We accept your apology,” Nagito says, solemnly. Hajime elbows him in the ribs but she smiles at him.

“Sorry, what’s your name?” Chiaki asks from beside her.

“Oh dear, sorry, I sometimes get so caught up in everything that I forget to introduce myself. My name is Sonia. Sonia Nevermind.” She gives them all a dazzling smile.

Nagito leans over and whispers into Hajime’s ear. “Is this the week of meeting new people or something?” Hajime snorts.

Fuyuhiko enters through the front doors and sits next to Chiaki. She smiles at him and his lips twitch in response. “Fuyuhiko, this is Sonia. Gundham’s girlfriend?”

Fuyuhiko nods at her and she smiles back, brightly. Hajime wonders if everyone he meets now is always going to smile like they have the sun in their mouth.

“I wouldn’t say that Gundham is my boyfriend,” says Sonia.

“Oh?” Nagito asks, leaning over the counter, intrigued by the possible drama. Hajime rolls his eyes.

“Yes. I think life partner would be more appropriate. He protects me from both demons and men who disrespect me,” Sonia replies, looking wistful.

Chiaki hums in thought. “Only one man has ever disrespected me. He’s dead now.”

Fuyuhiko’s head shoots up from where it had been hunched over the menu to stare at Chiaki in shock. “Holy shit, did you kill him?”

“Nah,” Chiaki says. “He died of a heart attack. It was unrelated.”

Fuyuhiko looks like he wants to say something but just turns back to his menu. “You all are so weird,” he mutters.

//

Here’s the thing: Hajime knows that he isn’t the smartest guy out there. Or the strongest, or the bravest. But he doesn’t really think those things matter in the grand scheme of things. There are things that matter.

Fuyuhiko’s grin. Peko’s coffee stained mugs. Kazuichi’s rough palms. Nagito’s roller-skates. Chiaki’s eyes as she gasped herself to life on that damp concrete.

Some days he wakes up and doesn’t think it’s enough. That these things can’t keep him tethered to the Earth, that he’ll go floating up up up, somewhere no one can ever reach him.

Other days he wakes up and likes to think it is enough.

(He hopes it is.)

//

Kyouko walks into The Pie Hole with her back straight and her eyes flashing. Hajime fears for his life for a moment before he remembers that he works with Peko every day and he saw her fiddling with a sharp knife again when he was cleaning up the other night. Hajime knows that it’s Kyouko because he saw her coming out of the candy shop with one hand holding Makoto’s and the other in the clasp of some blonde man who looked like he sneered for a living. Sneering must pay a lot, Hajime is 90% that he had ten Rolexes on his wrist.

She makes a bee line for Fuyuhiko who is mid-conversation with Kazuichi about the morals involved in honey making. Hajime abandons his pie display to pretend to clean the counter so he can listen in.

“We should work together,” Kyouko says instead of hello or how are you like everyone else does.

Fuyuhiko twists on his stool and gives her a blank look. “…Anyway,” he says, turning back to Kazuichi who is grinning at Kyouko as though he’d never seen a woman before. “Bees don’t use the honey, so as long as they’re treated well –“

“This is ridiculous,” Kyouko interjects. “I’m a good detective and you seem to be as well, so what’s the harm with working together?”

“I work alone,” Fuyuhiko snaps.

Kyouko points a gloved finger at Hajime who jumps. “I thought he was your partner.”

Hajime watches Fuyuhiko’s face turn red with increasing wonder. “It's not like that! He-he has a boyfriend,” he splutters.

Hajime snorts. Kyouko rolls her eyes. “I meant a professional partner.” She looks like she is regretting offering to work with him.

Fuyuhiko squints at her and seems adamant about ignoring the flush across his cheeks. “How’d you know we work together, anyway?”

“I went to go and see Mikan’s body and the man at the desk said that another man was with you. I guessed. And I was correct.” She sits on the stool next to Fuyuhiko and picks up a menu.

“I could’ve been the partner!” Kazuichi exclaims.

“No,” Kyouko replies without looking up. “Could I have a slice of pumpkin pie, please?”

“Sure,” Hajime says.

“Thank you.” She turns to Fuyuhiko once more. “We should work together. What leads have you got so far?” Fuyuhiko doesn’t reply and glares at his cup of coffee. “I’m only going to keep pestering you until you cooperate,” she points out.

“Why do you want to work with him so bad?” Hajime asks as he sets her plate in front of her.

“Thank you. My husband – Makoto, I believe you’ve met him? – wants me to make friends. So – “ she spreads her hands out in front of her, “- here I am.”

“You’re doing a terrible job,” Kazuichi grumbles, poking at his strawberry pie with his fork, evidently still upset about Kyouko’s dismissal.

“I thought so,” she sighs. “I just thought that a good mystery would help me make friends.” She frowns at her pie as though it held all the secrets to good quality social interactions.

Fuyuhiko watches her for a moment before huffing a breath. “My only lead is Tsumiki’s girlfriend, Junko Enoshima. But she won’t let me in to talk to her. Something about ‘emotional trauma’.” He scoffs and takes a drink from his coffee cup.

He doesn’t look at Kyouko so he doesn’t see her smiling at him but Hajime does. She turns back to her pie and he passes her a cup of tea. “On the house,” he tells her and receives another smile before he disappears into the kitchen.

Things are going quite well. That’s why he knows they’re about to go bad.

His suspicions are confirmed when he steps towards his ovens to check on his pies and as he turns around he sees Chiaki, standing by the back entrance to the building.

“I have something to tell you,” she says, her voice steady and her eyes focused on the raspberries he left in a bowl on his workbench. "I got hit by a car when I was sixteen and I think I died but I don't know how I came back but what I have to say is - the person driving the car was Tsumiki."

Hajime feels his tether to Earth snap and he drifts away.

[theangstyauthors]

Writing Sample!

So we angsty authors have been waiting quite a while and sadly no asks have turned up :( So in the meantime here is a sample of our writing from our Danganronpa story on Wattpad. Please request. We are desperate!

Shuichi's POV

      The sunlight flooded through my window and I rolled out of bed begrudgingly. I looked at the clock and I couldn't believe my eyes. I was definitely going to be late. Why didn't Kirumi wake me up? I didn't see her on my way out the door so she must have left already. Kirumi  didn't have anywhere to go due to maintenance so she stays in my dorm with me. Having an "Ultimate Maid" in my dorm is honestly the best thing ever. She had just moved in yesterday so I'll have to introduce her to my best friends Hajime,Nagito,Kaede and Makoto who've I known for awhile. They're the only reason why I'm okay with going to school. I hate how everyone glares at me and looks at me like they want me dead. That's why I always wear my hat. Without it I would just suffocate from pressure. I approached my class. Thankfully Homeroom hadn't ended so I could see my friends.

      "Hey Shuichi!" I heard my friend Hajime yell.

      "Hey Hajime," I walked over to him and I was surprised to see that Nagito wasn't there with him 

      "Have you seen Nagito?"

      "No, I hope he's okay" Hajime muttered. As if he was right on cue, Nagito sashayed over and yelled 

      "DID SOMEBODY SAY HOPE!?" right in Hajime's ear.

      "Wow, you couldn't be more annoying, could you?" Hajime shook his head bewildered. "Now we just need Makoto who should be here in approximately five seconds." As if he was waiting he turned to the stairs. All of a sudden a large blurr came flying down the stairs which obviously was Makoto.

      "Stupid Byakuya tripped me again." Makoto dragged himself up off of the floor and hung out with us for a bit before we all had to go to our own classes. I pretty much ignored all of my classes until Lunch. I already know the material so I don't need to worry about paying attention today. My friend group and I always sit together at this one lone table outside so I at least have something to look forward to. I walked down to our table and met up with my friends. It just hit me now that  I didn't get to make lunch since Kirumi left early and I ran out of time.

      "Hey Shuichi, did you forget your lunch again? I packed extra today so you can share with me" Makoto flashed me a friendly smile.

      "Thanks Makoto" I sat down next to him.

      "Nagito, seriously?" Hajime sighed "A bagel and cheerios for lunch again? You're an idiot. You have to take better care of yourself you know."Nagito laughed 

      "Hey, I'm your idiot." It is always nice to see them together. To be honest it's like they're the protagonists of a romance novel. I turned to see Makoto eating popcorn watching them.

      "You intended on doing that, didn't you?" I whispered to him.

      "Yup, want some?" Makoto handed me the bag of popcorn and we watched them banter for a bit. It's kinda like Makoto and I are third and fourth wheeling even if they aren't dating, but it's fun to watch them, not to be creepy or anything. We ship them but would never interfere with their lives.

      "Oh that's right!" I exclaimed.  "Do you guys want to come over to my dorm later?" We usually go to a Bakery or something and then go to one of our dorms. "You can meet Kirumi who just moved in yesterday."

      "Yeah but, can we get bagels after school though" Nagito inquired.

      "Only you would be obsessed with bagels Nagito. I'll go too." Hajime playfully teased him."What about you Makoto?" When I looked at him he seemed uneasy as if he was looking for someone.

      "O-Oh yeah, uh I can come with you guys but I have a lot of homework so don't mind me." He replied without making eye contact. I decided not to pay much attention though, he was probably just thinking about something. Soon after the lunch period ended I went back to class and waited for the day to end. I couldn't find the confidence to talk to people except for my friends and  Kaede who helps me a lot with my confidence issues. Kaede also corrects me when I say that I'm some apprentice and not a detective but, to be honest Kyoko Kirigiri from Makoto's class fills that role way more than I could ever. She's a textbook detective, one that is totally worthy of being awarded the title of an ultimate. We are practically polar opposites. She would always find the truth and serve justice while I can't even serve lunch no pun intended. The only thing that I could ever have in common with her is a friendship with Makoto. Not that I've met the girl or anything to know much about her. All I know is that she is more successful than I am. But the truth that I found in that was that she always would be. These are at least all the things i've heard from Naegi. He seems like the only person she'll talk to. Everyone else gets this cold hard death stare including me. What did I do? :( Maybe there is something between them. Now thats the kinda truth I can find. I don't spend as much time with Kaede as much as I do with Makoto,Hajime and Nagito but I still like her a lot. After a few hours had passed it was time for me to go meet up with my friends.

      "Hey guys!" I shouted as I walked to them from across the hallway.

      "Hey Shuichi! We might want to get out of here before this little short stack gets crushed again," Hajime laughed and ruffled Makoto's hair.

      "I'm not that short!" Makoto yelled.

      "Sorry Makoto, but compared to us you're a literal bean." Nagito declared.

      "It's kinda sad when people almost trample you by accident." Hajime added.

      "Yeah, by accident..." Makoto mumbled.

      "What was that?" Hajime asked."Oh, nothing important." Makoto uttered quietly.

      "Let's go get bagels!" Nagito exclaimed as he sashayed away. We walked over to the nearby bakery before going to my dorm. The bakery was actually the nicest one we've been to. Most of them look like their barely getting by but there was something about this one that always kept us going back. Hajime drove into to the parking lot and turned to Makoto and I.

      "Okay, can you guys go in? Nagito can't be trusted with going in or being alone so I'll watch him." Hajime then handed Nagito a pen and a pad of paper "Write down what you want you weird bagel enthusiast."

      "My bagel love cannot be quenched okay!?" Nagito then wrote down his order and handed it to Makoto.

      "Wait why us? Why can't we watch Nagito? You're actually good at ordering" I exclaimed. This isn't fair, what if Makoto and I miss out on something.

      "You two wouldn't be able to handle Nagito." Hajime shook his head.

      "Yeah we could! Nagito won't do anything wrong!" Makoto convinced Hajime who was honestly starting to scare me.

      "Okay, I'll go order but don't blame me if your dead before I come back." Hajime walked out of the car and locked it as he went into the bakery. After a few minutes passed hell started to break loose.

      "Hey guys, look at that weird homeless guy over there." Nagito glared at him "He disgusts me." Since Nagito was in the middle seat in the car he ended up crushing Makoto to get to the open window."Hey you! You lowly piece of crap over there!" Nagito somehow managed to get the guys attention while poor Makoto was turning red from loss of oxygen. "You hopeless scrub! Get your life together! Get a job or something! Have some hope in your life for once!" The man then flipped Nagito the bird which caused him to have a heated conversation with his guy.

      "Hey Nagito, give it up already." I told him calmly.  "You're crushing Makoto and he's starting to turn blue." My efforts were futile as he kept yelling at the guy.

      "That's it, I'm going to fight this guy!" Nagito yelled as he went to unlock the door. Fortunately I was fast enough and I grabbed Nagito by his waist and tried to hold him back as he was fighting against me."STOP IT SHUICHI I WANT TO FIGHT HIM" Nagito screamed as he was struggling against me.

      "YOU STOP IT NAGITO, YOU'RE PICKING UNNECESSARY FIGHTS AND KILLING MAKOTO!" I screamed back at him. We continued to fight as Hajime walked out of the store  to see Nagito and I fighting and screaming and a blue Makoto who looked like he was going to pass out at any minute.

      "SHUT UP YOU TWO, I LITERALLY GOT TOLD BY OTHER CUSTOMERS TO MAKE SURE YOU WERE OKAY! SHUICHI, LET NAGITO GO AND NAGITO STOP BEING SUCH A MENACE! ALSO FOR GOD'S SAKE GET OFF OF MAKOTO!" Hajime screeched at us which caused all of us to jump. "I told you guys, I shouldn't have left you guys alone, my mistake" he then sighed in annoyance and held up two fingers "Makoto, how many fingers am I holding up?"Makoto squinted then replied with "Uhhh... six?""Shuichi how long was Nagito on top of Makoto?" Hajime had a look of genuine concern on his face.

      "About five minutes." I said quietly knowing that Hajime was going to scold us.

      "I'm honestly surprised that he's alive right now. Well it makes since he looks like he's stoned and wasted at the same time." Hajime looked over to Makoto "Are you okay?" There was no response.

      "HE'S DEAD OH NO, THE END REST IN PEACE, HAPPILY NEVER AFTER!" I screamed without even thinking.

      "Calm down for once in your sad life! Jesus he will be okay... probably." Hajime's angry voice got me to shut up quickly.

      "My life's not that sad... Is it? I only sink fully into my depression on Wednesday's but today's only a Friday so I should be good by now. I should really see a therapist. Maybe Kirumi could help me with that." I accidentally wondered out loud which caused both Nagito and Hajime to look at me with horrified faces. Crap!

      "Shuichi... Are you serious?" Hajime looked at me with hurt eyes.  "Why...Why didn't you tell us?"

      "It's not like I drown in my own tears every Wednesday or anything."I started nervously laughing. 

      "Shuichi. Please talk to us next time. We really care about you. All of us without a doubt. If you're ever going through something please, I'm begging you to talk to me or any of us." Hajime's voice was calm but the guilt and frustration shone brightly through it all. Nagito didn't say anything but he looked highly upset by this turn of events. We went from the topic of bagels to my Wednesday crying sessions. What have I done? But he also had a glint of evil in his eyes. All of a sudden he exited the parked car and walked over to someone. And I quickly realized that Hajime had forgotten  to lock the car which was rule number one when being in any kind of vehicle with Nagito.

      "Oh sweet lord, NAGITO!" Hajime yelled then quickly turned to me "Don't think your free, we are definitely talking about this later!" He then ran after him to see him yelling at Sayaka Maizono, the ultimate pop sensation and also Makoto's classmate. Is he literally taking out his anger on other people?

      "Hey you!" Nagito yelled "Don't think nobody knows that you stalk Makoto almost all the time! Makoto only doesn't know because he's oblivious to literally everything! Are you hecking five! A dummy  could tell that you like him. I for one ship him with someone else so you better back away from my fantasy that I've got the other boys on board with me so make like a tree and burnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! So currently your little "lover boy" is in a coma due to this stupid homeless guy trying to pick a fight with me and I have absolutely no tolerance for people who throw away their hope so continuing back to my previous statement burnnnnn he doesn't like you, you waste of space."

      "So, when can I see him again?" Sayaka smiled innocently.Back at the car was me extending my phone out so that it could hear the dialogue. Maybe I could get some followers and take that off the list of my Wednesday session. My camera and I then witnessed a sight I never thought I would see. It was Hajime, in public, being gay?! Hajime literally lifted Nagito over his shoulder in the middle of his shaking rage. But in his eyes was affection toward Nagito that was shining brightly. Hajime always acted like a tsundere but in reality he really loved Nagito will all of his heart. I should talk to Makoto on how to make them confess to each other.  He was probably more gay than Nagito loves hope. Which sounds  impossible. Hajime carried the shaking Nagito back to the car and placed him inside. He was still shaking but not from rage anymore, he was shook from the fact that Hajime carried him all the way to the car. Shook from being openly gay in public! Wow we  knew of no such thing. I am definitely going to show Makoto this video if he doesn't die. We probably should have brought him to the hospital.

[hcpefulmarshmallow]

Misconception: he seems to dislike "normal people" (without talents), but I think deep inside he wants to be normal too.....

Sore Wa Chigau Yo!

Strap in, kids, because this one’s kind of a doozy. I’m about to tell you two entirely opposing accounts of what goes on inside Nagito’s head, and rest assured, they’re both mutually exclusive, and one as valid as the other. 

 Let’s start with the side of him that absolutely, definitely puts Ultimate Talent above all else, just because it’s the side we see more. I’m going to be quite short about this because I think about every other user, as well as the game itself, has covered this more concisely than my drivel machine of a brain.

 Obviously, Nagito absolutely values hope above all else. (What is hope in his eyes? We’ll come back to that later.)

 He would die to bring about a little more hope in the world. 

 He would also let others make the choice to die for hope. 

 In almost every scenario, he would put the wants of an Ultimate above the needs of someone who is talentless, as he sees Ultimates as being in a class of their own, far above everyone else. He has a deep, devoted, platonic love for such people. 

 He wants to see “hope and despair collide”; and for a stronger, more shining hope to come out on top. 

 He believes that strong hope will overcome weak hope and despair.

 He believes that anyone who is talentless should be honoured to do anything for an Ultimate, as that’s assisting hope by proxy, in a sense. 

 He’s no hypocrite, and upholds these tough standards for himself. 

 Nagito considers his luck to be the only special thing about him; and even that, he doesn’t consider a talent. 

 At absolutely no point to I want to minimise the importance of this particular part of his characterisation, so please keep all this in mind as I bring up some lesser-acknowledged stuff. 

 We start with his character music. As much as Nagito claims talent is all that matters, Megumi Ogata, his Japanese VA, is out here spilling all his tea and I love it. She refers to the song Zettai Kibou Birthday as how he feels on the “outside”, and Zanzakura -Zanka- as how he feels on the “inside”. 

 ZKB is about meeting a mysterious someone on campus who he was “born to meet”, and the situation gets quite sexual from there. However, the entire song is metaphoric (remember how I referred to him as a great, big virgin?) It nods to his deep love of hope, and desire to be close to another person, seeing the two as one and the same - it doesn’t necessarily mean he has a literal hope fetish. You have to look pretty close, however, to see anything besides that. 

 Zanka is a much sadder and simpler song. He compares himself to cherry blossoms, which are, in Japan, symbolic of mortality and the ephemeral nature of life. The flowers themselves only bloom for about a week, sometimes less depending on the conditions around them; but cherry blossoms are seen as being at their most beautiful, not in full bloom, but as they begin to wither and die. He also sings the line, 

“ To live an ordinary life, and die together with you / Oh, if that could come true ”

 Call me crazy, but that doesn’t sound like someone who is desperate to die, even for hope, at any given minute.

 There’s also the matter of the OVA to consider. This disaster of canon may be more intentional than we first considered. In case you missed it, here’s the full episode. Otherwise, I could harp all day on various things people have acknowledged before, so I’ll narrow it down to two key points:

 1 - This doesn’t have much to do with the question at hand, but it’s good to note. In a world where he’s supposed to be “untalented”, Nagito retains a somewhat warped version of his luck, where he experiences bad luck so that others can experience good. My takeaway from this is that this points back to him feeling like his luck is the only thing that makes him special; but also that he still carries a lot of guilt for the hardships his luck has caused others, and if he had a say in the matter, he’d be the only one getting hurt, and would find a way to harness it to help others. I could do a whole other thousand word essay on this, to be honest. 

 2 - Due to the traumatic nature of his death in the Neo World Program, Nagito’s mind creates a world where he can feel safe and comfortable. You’d think that, for someone who supposedly was willing to kill to become Ultimate Hope, he might make a world where that dream can come true. But what does this incredibly intelligent, creative young man do with a whole world at his fingertips? He goes to high school. 

 He. Goes. To. High. School.

 And it’s not even some super special high school on the moon or whatever. All the faces we see are familiar to him. He gets to be with the people he’s already come to know, except this time around, they like him. These people he felt he could only look up to before have become his friends. He even expresses a desire to live in a world without talent, presenting it as some kind of barrier between people; as something that, without, no one would be better than the other, and there’d be fewer roadblocks to happiness. 

 After that world is destroyed, Nagito expresses a little bit of worry that perhaps somebody saw it, and when put at ease, says something to the effect of, “That’s just not who I am.” If that’s the case, however, then why did that world exist in the first place; of all the things his mind could have made? Granted, not everything in it is necessarily literal. He implies in-game that part of the reason he was drawn to Hajime was because he feels as if they’re alike. It’s later revealed that Hajime didn’t have a talent originally. To Nagito, he had found someone he could be on the same level with; someone with actual potential to understand him. That seems like perhaps one of the most likely meanings behind the world his mind created. 

 Now, look, if you’ve been on this blog for more than two minutes, you know exactly where this is going next. Nagito’s finally confided in someone that he’s dying, and what does he say to Hajime about it? Insert screenshot I bring up at every given opportunity because it breaks my heart and I like to suffer, I guess.

 There’s nothing in this world to bring out a person’s priorities like the Grim Reaper himself. When you don’t have much time left, you want to spend it on what truly matters. While Nagito has made it very clear that he wants his actual death to be meaningful and contribute to a greater good; he also makes it clear in his own, roundabout way just what he wanted to fill the space between now and then with.

 You’ve probably noticed a bit of a disconnect happening here. The docile doormat who would suck hope’s dick for a kick in the face, the Laugh™ with dreams of becoming Ultimate Hope, and the smol cinnamon roll who’d live in a library if he could and would sell his soul for a hug. What is truth? What is acting? What is fanservice? Is Mun reading way too into things? How can so many different things exist inside one character?

 Answers: all of it; none of it; some of it tbh; probably; the same way anyone else is capable of feeling extremes. Nagito is a very cleverly put-together, very complex character. It isn’t right or fair to say that one side of him matters more than the other. It seems as if there’s nothing to tie together his many personas, and I’ve spent a long time thinking about how a someone could want both life and death, and I don’t think my answer will shock you. 

 Hope. 

 Before you roll your eyes at me, just listen. Ask about anyone what hope means, and they’ll probably say, “a positive outlook for the future” or “a feeling of excitement and expectation” or they’ll start crying and that’s how you spot a DR fan. Nagito, however, has a very specific yet very vague definition of the word, and that’s the key to how I play his character. 

“ Hope is a positive force… Everything created by it is an absolute good! ”

 I couldn’t find my screenshot of this bit oops. An absolute good. In my mind, the only way to make sense of everything he says, is to break down a few barriers here. Hope is good, but you know what else is good? Love. Honesty. Companionship. Joy. Laughter. As soon as I started looking at them as different forms of hope, I started to really find my way with this character. Remember how I mentioned that, in Zettai Kibou Birthday, he feels absolute hope from getting intimate with the certain “someone”?

 Does he want to see hope and despair collide in a magnificent show of fireworks? Yes. Does he also want the pedestrian pleasure of just holding someone’s hand and watching fireworks? Also yes. He wants the splendid and the simple; and while certain circumstances may bring out one side over the other, who honestly couldn’t say the same? That they’d react extremely to an extreme series of events, and calmly to a calm one?

 Remember, Nagito is deeply traumatised, was raised without proper guidance or parenting, suffers from more than one illness that messes up the body and mind, is facing down the end of his life, and has no family, friends or support system. Yes, he dislikes talentless people. Yes, he kind of wants to be one. Yes, he’d rather die than be one. Nothing he feels is going to be straightforward. He has a painful past, a messy present and a future he’ll never have all going on in that mind of his. Of course he wants it all. 

TL;DR: It’s not enough to say absolutely one way or the other. Nagito is a very complex character with opposing views and strong core values he clings to in order to make sense of a senseless world.

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Hello! Could I request how the SDR2 guys would react if they found out there female S/O was secretly looking on the computer at plastic surgery prices because she has low self esteem about her body? Sorry if this is awkward, I've just been having problems with mine >__

No, you’re fine! I hope this at least cheers you up a little!! Iunderstand that in the end, most people will believe that they aren’t perfect.However, it may be important to realize that everyone comes with their flawsand mistakes. I tried to incorporate that here, because I didn’t want just arepeat of all the guys saying ‘hey gurl, ur ~*~*perfect~*~*’ and I didn’tthink it would help that much to just leave this post with that message.

And also, after a bit of thought I decided to leave out the imposterfrom this list. After browsing through the wiki page, I feel like more of hischaracter is introduced in the anime, which I haven’t watched. I kinda hatewriting people OOC, even if I already accidentally do it sometimes. Anyways,here we go!

Hajime Hinata

His heart drops when he spots his S/O looking at things likethat because he sees the saddened look on your face and how your postureradiates hopelessness. He can tell right away that you’re not looking at thewebsite out of pure curiosity, but rather out of frustration with your ownbody. He’s sad that you’re sad, and for a moment he’s so shocked that nothingcomes out of his mouth right away.

He sneaks up behind you to take a glance of what you’relooking at first, so he can find the argument he needs to convince you that youdon’t need to change at all, and as if he had an elevator for organs, he felthis heart drop again, not realizing that it came back up in the first place. Good lord, those are some hefty prices.

He practically grips his chest after seeing that and hegrunts, eliciting you to look back at him in surprise. In the middle of youtalking and asking questions – ‘Hajime, what are you doing here?’ ‘Me? I-I wasjust browsing! I’m writing an essay on plastic surgery!’ ‘Hey are you okay, youlook like you’re having a stroke…’ – he starts to wave you off and get back ontrack with his original goal. When he finally begins to speak, he has his handson your shoulders and keeps eye contact with you.

“While I am here tosupport anything you want to do, I want to say first that I think you’reamazing just the way you are. None of us are perfect and we all have our flaws,but I’m by your side already and so are many other people in your life. Youdon’t have to change anything about yourself because people like me alreadylove you as you are. Also, I cannotafford to help you get surgery, I’m sorry.”

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

While Hajime took the Good Boyfriend approach, Fuyuhiko is alittle rougher around the edges. Upon glancing at your laptop while you were inthe bathroom, he saw the list of surgeries that could be performed and, likethe classy man he is, let out a loud and resounding, “WHAT THE FUCK.” You quickly finished up your business and rushedout of the bathroom and to him, going “What? What? What happened?”

“This! This is what happened!” He pointed to your laptop,clearly gesturing to what you had left on. Fuyuhiko would be kind enough toremain silent while you tried to explain yourself, saying that you were justlooking because you were curious about it. However, his angry face and assertivestance quickly makes you confess the truth. You’re just… not feeling that goodabout yourself. Yeah, he ‘fuckin’ figured that was the case’.

With a sigh, he softens up a bit and glances off to the side,obviously still upset. He starts off mumbling, but soon raises his voice foryou to hear him. He’s trying to assure you in the best way that he possiblycan, mentioning that while he can cover whatever decision you wantedmoney-wise, he felt it was a waste of time. He grew attached to you because ofyour personality first and your looks last. NOT THAT HE THINKS YOU DON’T LOOKGOOD- FUCK!! DON’T CRY!!!

He’s trying his best, he really is. The honest truth he has ahard time getting across is that he lovesyou and that your looks are never an issue and it never had been.

Gundham Tanaka

No mere mortal shouldever have come into possession with the dark knowledge of shape-shifting …Or something. He’s clearly against the plastic surgery whenhe catches you looking at it one day. While his tone and language gives off theimpression of him being rather unaffected by your misery-induced perusing, he’sactually pretty worried. Why do you want to change yourself? …Did he dosomething to make you upset? He never really voices those worries, but it’shidden in the words he speaks. Surely anevil obsession with demons hasn’t compelled you from beyond? Are my words toopowerful for you to stand at your current state?! …Or something.

The moment he gives you a chance to speak, you explainyourself, not bothering to cover up anything. Like Fuyuhiko, he is silent whileyou talk, but his face is hidden slightly by his scarf and he has the sameserious look he always does so it’s hard to pick up on what emotion he isactually feeling. In the process of talking, if you start to become upset, hisFour Dark Devas of Destruction will skitter onto you. It’s almost like they cantell that you’re sad! Just like their owner, they hate seeing you like you are.

In the case that you might break down and start crying,Gundham will hesitantly place his hands on your arms. An illusion covers the true power that dwells within you! Someone withsuch untapped potential like yourself should never adhere to the constraintsthat normal mortals hold! I, myself, am understanding of the demonic appearanceI give to others… I am as captivated by your likeness as I hope you are mine. Icherish the times where we revel in each other’s company!

Kazuichi Souda

He understands it the most. While the two of you may havewanted to change your appearance under different reasons, he gets it. He changedhimself, so upon seeing you looking dejected as you scrolled through differentwebsites offering different procedures, he puts a hand to his head and clearshis throat. Despite trying to get your attention – and surprising you in theprocess, as you didn’t know he was there – he doesn’t really know what to sayfor a moment and he’s left clueless on where to begin.

Should he start out by saying he gets you? Should he say thathe doesn’t think surgery should be the first step? Maybe he should just suggesttrying easier options first? Perhaps he should start out by saying ‘you’reperfect already’ or something. With an exaggerated sigh, he says that he’s metplenty of people with crappy noses and they get by just fine. When you tiltyour head to the side in confusion he gestures quickly to the screen, hisnerves starting to get to him. “Right there! It says rhinoplasty and it’s got apicture of a nose.”

And with his speech already beginning, he takes over yourcomputer and starts scrolling through on his own. “Tummy tuck, thigh lift, skingrafts?! Eyelids, brows, ears, and botox?” He turns to you and gripsyou tight in his hands, squeezing you in desperation. “I get makeovers, butS/O, will I recognize you anymore?! I like you!!”

In a weird turn of events, you end up consoling him some, andhe ends up apologizing by suggesting dying your hair like he did if you reallyneed a breath of fresh air. Maybe you should get some kind of bright, neon…turquoise, blue color? Then your hair would complement his and vice versa! It’slike wearing matching couple stuff!

Nagito Komaeda

I think he wouldn’t even need to catch you looking on awebsite or anything to understand that you were upset about your body. He’dcatch you looking in disdain at your reflection, and he’d notice how you neverreally looked happy when picking out an outfit for the day or when you went tothe bathroom to get ready. He’d remain silent about these things he’s picked upon, waiting for you to come to him. He’d be sort of passive about it all,trying to get you to come to terms with yourself by making comments every sooften, comments that were intended to lift your spirits and, best of all, hope!But in order to obtain what he wanted for you, you had to use this crisis inyour life to become even stronger!

However, when he’d see your browsing history on the computer,it’d click that things are not goingin the direction that he’d like for you. Perhaps he should meddle more? He hadjust wanted you to see that your beauty came from inside and when you weretruly happy and content with yourself, then that beauty would radiate out andshine bright. People would then see the real you!

When he gets up and follows his resolve to find you, yourthoughts aren’t actually occupied with your insecurities at that moment. So,when he pulls you into his arms and places his hand in your hair, you’repleasantly surprised, but confused. When he begins talking, you slowly start toput the pieces together, and end up listening to his words. He repeats all ofwhat’s on his mind, and ends up complimenting you until he knows some of whathe said has gotten through to you.

Nekomaru Nidai

You both had been sitting on the couch in your living roomwhen he left to go to the bathroom. You, not knowing when he would come back, beganto get just the slightest bit bored. When you opened your phone to preoccupyyourself, it unlocked to show your browser, and to the website you had beenlooking at just a few hours prior to meeting up with Nekomaru. Just like that,you felt your own happiness float away. The seemingly endless list of thingsthat you could change about yourself shadowed over you again. Sitting there,you could feel a sense of dread that made your heart hurt. There’s just so many things that you could do to meldyourself into something different. So many things that would possibly make yourlife a little easier somehow. Things that could make you feel better aboutbeing you.

“BUT THEN YOU WOULDN’T BE YOURSELF, WOULD YOU?” Nekomaruseemed to yell out of nowhere. He startled you and made you drop your phone.His voice did make your heart jump, in a different way than he usually made itdo. When he picked up your phone and looked at it himself, he only shook hishead.

“S/O… When you change yourself, it should be FOR YOU!! Notfor others! Changing yourself to make others like you ISN’T THE WAY TO GO!” Yousort of wondered how he was able to tell that your nosedive in confidence ledto looking up plastic surgery, but his words did make you feel better.

“PLUS, NEITHER OF US CAN AFFORD ANY OF THAT. I HAVE ENOUGHFOR A HAIRCUT.”

Teruteru Hanamura

He’s flabbergasted, to be honest. You?! YOU?! YOU- ”YES, ME!” Youthink that you’re not beautiful enough? You think that you’re not meant to keepthe body you’ve been born with, giftedwith, and one that you’ve shared with him in ‘such intimate moments with’?

You resist the urge to hit him because he’s obviously not takingthe situation seriously. Even after explaining yourself to him, he’s not reallyunderstanding your point of view. Not necessarily because he doesn’t bother to,but more because he genuinely believes that you’re already incredibly gorgeous.Which… while you do appreciate his words in some ways, it doesn’t really domuch with helping your self-esteem. He was known for being an incredible pervert before you two gottogether and his tastes were wide and varied with nearly anyone fitting intohis wide radius of attraction. It made you feel worse, thinking that the onlyreason he even ended up with you was because you just happened to like himback. Your self-esteem, topped with that thought alone made you feel incrediblyfrustrated.

While it’s unfortunate that he wasn’t be able to realize itbefore, seeing you roll your eyes, cross your arms, narrow your eyebrows andpuff your cheeks in anger strikes a different chord in him. Oh, you reallybelieve that you’re body… isn’t… beautiful…

“Hey, I might be a huge pervert, but I only have eyes foryou, angel cake! Why make a bitter face when you’re sweeter than any dessert I’veever made?” You roll your eyes again. He stutters, seeing how that didn’treally help the situation. It’s only then that he really becomes desperate tosee you happy again. He mentions how he’ll make you your favorite foods, how he’llwake you up with breakfast in bed every day and how he’s come to realize thatthere’s no one else he’d rather take home to meet his mother. He sweeps you inhis arms and twirls you around, voice strained with worry. He’s really tryingto get you to see his side of things. In the end, he did make you forget aboutwhat you were browsing through and when you finally get back to your computer, youexit out of that tab.

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fanfiction | danganronpa | M(18+) | art credit.

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"Are you running again?"

Silence.

"Are you running again?" "I don't need your commentary, Nanami-san."

Sitting elegantly on one of the velvet couches hidden behind the velvet curtain in the room of sin, Kyouko's eyes were locked onto the threshold of the VIP room, seeing the familiar figure of Nanami's bodyguard, Komaeda Nagito, as well as the figure of the man she had run from multiple times.

"Komaeda-kun says he saw Togami-kun. Is it him you're running from?"

She was silent as she pours herself another drink, something stronger than the ice water she had been sipping a moment ago. "What is he doing here?" She asked her yakuza friend, violets meeting magentas gently as the two friends shared a moment of silence. "What relation does he have to you?"

"He's a detective," Nanami explained, "And some of my higher-ranking subordinates have gone missing. Hashimoto was his informant before, so I'm speaking through Hashimoto to communicate with him. I want to bring the members of my family home. The history that you and he share doesn't really… matter to me."

"At least you're honest," Kirigiri sighed, watching Komaeda successfully turn Togami away in silhouette, and she slinks down lower into her chair. Looking over the cutely-dressed yakuza, the gambler queen crossed one leg over the other, letting milky-white skin be evident in the low, scarlet light. "He bought me a drink."

"Was it a nice drink?"

"Cognac," Kirigiri replied, nodding. "I had already ordered one for myself on my tab, but when I had finished mine, the bartender had presented me with another, and we shared a toast." Her neck popped as she let her head fall back, standing. "I think I am done playing for tonight."

"Then sit down, Kirigiri-san," Nanami smiled at her friend, trying to get her to sit back down, not to leave the casino just yet. "Give Togami-kun some time to leave the casino. We need to talk, anyways."

Agreeing silently with her pink-haired friend, the woman in the black dress took a seat again, sighing as she slipped out of her heels. Bare feet pressed against the plush carpet of the VIP room, and she let her ankles pop with a slight curve to her feet. "You make it sound like I'm in trouble," Kyouko chuckled, "I haven't broken the rules of the Digital Dragon, have I?"

"No, never," Nanami smiled at her friend, drumming her fingers against the table she sat at. "Instead, I wanted you to be careful…"

"Careful?" Kyouko asked for more information, plucked and filled brow arching at the yakuza boss. "I am always careful; you know this. What's prompting this? What's going on?"

"I'm scared," Nanami revealed to the other, sighing softly. "I'm going to be safe. I have Komaeda-kun. But the other members of the yakuza… my family… you. You're my family, Kirigiri-san, whether or not you like it. All this business you're doing in my casino right now… we have cashed in on so many debts. We don't have to steal so much. You're doing all of the stealing for us." A joke made at Kyouko's expense, pulling a giggle from Chiaki's lips. "Because people know you, you're going to be a target. And… you might be kidnapped, too."

"I am going to be just fine," The gambler reassured her friend, reaching over to pat her knee. "We both know that I don't die so easily."

"I know." Chiaki sighed softly at Kirigiri's sureness in her ability. "You always exude confidence… I'm impressed…"

"I exude because I have to," Kirigiri laughed at the other's comment, "You have to put on airs of confidence to be in my line of work. You simply have the manpower to intimidate others into submission. Myself? Not so much. I have to make people believe they're winning. I have to make people suffer mentally, not physically."

"Scary." Nanami chuckled, interrupted by the fluttering of the velvet curtain in front of her. Bowing politely, her white-haired bodyguard, Komaeda Nagito, entered the room with a submissive aura.

"I apologize for entering so rudely, Young Mistress," Komaeda bowed politely again, reassuring his boss that he was completely subordinate to her. Drumming her fingers against her thigh, Nanami lifted her chin to him and shifted her head to the side, as if she was curious as to what Nagito had to say.

"I followed the detective in the casino, like I was asked," Komaeda explained, pulling a reaction from Kirigiri as her head snapped around to glare at Nanami, knowing her friend better than she knew herself. Confused at the gambler's reaction, Komaeda continued on with his report, "He was meeting with Hashimoto-kun again."

"Did Hashimoto-kun deliver my message to him?"

"Yes, ma'am," Komaeda nodded, "He will be back in the casino tomorrow night to talk to you about the disappearances. He made an attempt to follow Kirigiri-san into the Velvet Room, but I intercepted him."

"Thank you, Komaeda-kun. Is there anything else I need to know?"

"No, Mistress," Komaeda nodded, pocketing his hands into his dress pants. "Is there anything that I need to do for you? My life is at your command, as you know."

"Just keep standing guard, Komaeda-kun. I want to go home soon, so I'll need an escort."

"Of course," Nodding politely to both her and Kirigiri, Komaeda excused himself from the Velvet Room, pushing past the maroon curtains and letting his silhouette be visible from the inside of the room. Sighing softly, Kirigiri sunk down lower on the couch, her gloved hand pressed against her browbone with a look of exasperation.

"Are you ready to go home, Kirigiri-san?" Nanami asked, chuckling at her friend's behavior. "You look like it."

"More than you know," Kirigiri replied, adjusting herself into a seated position. Shrouded hands smooth down the tresses of her evening gown, midriff exposed in the two-piece dress. "Have I pulled enough people into debt for you tonight?" A joke, hidden within words of truth. After all, that's why Kirigiri Kyouko came home to Japan after spending time in London with her grandfather: she had been requested by one of the most infamous yakuza families in the East. That's not an invitation you turn down, especially when the requester is an old high-school friend.

In an attempt to slow down the rate of active stealing so that they couldn't be tracked by the Japanese Police Department, Nanami had requested the help of Kirigiri to assist her in luring people into the Digital Dragon and driving them unnecessarily into debt so that Nanami simply had to cash in her debts with businessmen when she needed things taken care of or erased. Between that and the lucky instincts of her cousin, the Nanami family was absolutely unstoppable.

Standing, Nanami retrieved her jacket from the back of the seat she was sitting on. Draping it over her shoulders, Kirigiri was prompted to stand as well, her fur wrap placed properly around her arms to protect herself from the cold of Japan's rainy nights. As both girls exited, Komaeda's brows arched, as if he was ready to leave, as well. When Nanami nodded, silently prompting him to escort them both to the car, Komaeda's arms folded neatly behind his back, taking a position in front of the two to protect them from attacks from the front. His keen senses would render him with enough time to protect them from the rear as well; after all, only thirty percent of attacks came from behind.

The car parked above ground could have been easily missed by the passerby. Completely black, revealing that it was made of completely bulletproof material, tinted windows. To those that walked by it, it simply looked like an empty police car or the abandoned car of a celebrity. Opening the door, Komaeda allowed Kirigiri and Nanami to enter the back before sliding in as well, sitting in front of them with his back to the driver. Nimble fingers found the window in the panel behind him, opening it to address the chauffeur. "We need to take Kirigiri-sama home first before we take the young mistress home. She lives in Shibuya."

"Yes, sir," the driver politely acknowledged Komaeda's words as he shut the panel, crossing his arms and slinking down lower into his seat, as if he was tired.

"Thank you for taking me home," Kirigiri smiled to both Nanami and Komaeda as she leaned down, reaching at her ankles to unbuckle the strap of her heels that kept them on. Sliding out of her shoes, she sighed softly in relief, as if she was just as tired as the bodyguard, if not moreso. "I didn't want to risk someone mistaking me for a hostess."

"Any time you need a ride, just let me know. We have some drivers in Shibuya, still, right?" Looking to Komaeda for reassurance, Nanami nodded in correlation with her words as Komaeda did, confirming her suspicion.

"Thank you. Now I know that…"

"Stop worrying about him."

Having been interrupted by the yakuza head, Kirigiri arched an eyebrow at Nanami, who simply crossed one leg over the other. "I understand that you're worried. That you want to run away again. But you don't need to worry about him anymore, Kirigiri-san."

"He-" Kirigiri began to plead with her friend, trying to get her to side with her instead of keeping a neutral ground on the situation, as she was wont to do.

"I know what he did," Nanami nodded, rubbing her hands together to warm them up. "And I know what you're going to do. So listen to me as your friend: You need to stop it."

Letting her eyes examine the paneling of the car for longer than she should have, Nanami's words continued to barrage Kirigiri's ears, prompting violet brows to furrow. "You live in Shibuya. He lives in Ikebukuro. That's at least a half-hour drive from your house to his, maybe longer depending on where in Ikebukuro he lives, and traffic… and… anyways." Nanami leaned over, placing a hand on Kirigiri's arm. "Just relax. You're known for getting wound up about things like this. Stop it."

Her eyes flickered to Komaeda, who by now had begun resting his eyes and leaning his head back against the leather of the luxury seats. "You're right," She agreed with Nanami, nodding. "I'm sure that drink was simply a sign of good faith. Old friends saying hello."

"There you go," Nanami smiled, grinning at her friend. "You're going to be just fine.

Kirigiri sighed. "I hope you're right."

— IKEBUKURO, JAPAN — — 2315 HOURS —

Running warm hands through his hair, the detective exited his shower, once-tense shoulder muscles slightly relaxed now, but never completely so. After drying himself off with a towel, the blonde adorned a grey, cotton robe, finding himself comfortable in the gift from his father.

Wiping the condensation from his glasses before putting them back on, the detective picked up his cellphone, checking the messages he had received: none. Settling down into his reading chair, Togami picked up a copy of some sort of psychology study, flipping through it to find the dog-eared page to pick up where he had left off.

Barely getting through the first page, Togami was interrupted by his cellphone vibrating twice, the assigned ringtone for a text message. Dog-earing his page again, he leaned over, picking up the silver cellphone and scrolling through a complex passcode to check his message.

[ UNKNOWN | 23:16 ] Thank you for the drink.

He was expecting something like this, he wasn't going to lie. Kirigiri was known for doing things like this. Getting ahold of contact information. Scaring people in submission. In Togami's case, he inferred that she was trying to scare him into leaving her alone. His lips curled up into a smirk. Nice try.

His finger hovered over the number, hitting "save" and saving the number under her full name. Of course, he would have to do this a number of times, with a number of different numbers, but this time, he wasn't letting her go so easily.

[ TOGAMI BYAKUYA | 23:17 ] My pleasure. I hope you enjoyed it.

[ KIRIGIRI KYOUKO | 23:18 ] You could say I did. I have a soft spot for French liquor. What are you doing back in Tokyo?

[ TOGAMI BYAKUYA | 23:19 ] Ask your yakuza friend, why don't you?

[ KIRIGIRI KYOUKO | 23:20 ] You know that's not how I like to play games, Togami-kun.

The smirk on his lips was ever-present as he re-created her voice in his head. Perhaps you could say he had an obsession with her, like a husband who could not let his ex-wife go away. What did you expect from a detective whose only mistake was letting the daughter of the head of Japan's most dangerous gambling ring share his bed and go free?

Exhaling softly, Togami's thumb hovered over the send button.

[ TOGAMI BYAKUYA | 23:22 ] I'm in Tokyo working on a series of disappearances that I believe to be kidnappings. Nanami Chiaki has enlisted my help because the last three disappearances were higher-level members of her yakuza. But you already knew that, didn't you?

[ KIRIGIRI KYOUKO | 23:24 ] Curiosity killed the cat, Togami-kun.

[ TOGAMI BYAKUYA | 23:25 ] But satisfaction brought it back.

She was such a curious character, Togami mused; if she truly wanted to be left alone, why did she contact him first? Why did she know he was going to pursue her just as much as he was going to pursue the series of disappearances? Why did she know him better than he knew himself, and why did he know her better than she could ever hope to know?

Leaning back in his chair, Togami closed his eyes as the two traded words back and forth. Nimble hand ran down his sharp jawline, waiting for her response. Perhaps he had won this argument. Perhaps he had pushed her into submission. Pursing his lips, his cellphone vibrated in his hand, prompting his eyes to open and examine the text message.

[ KIRIGIRI KYOUKO | 23:30 ] You're going to the Digital Dragon again tomorrow night, correct? To meet with Nanami-san?

[ TOGAMI BYAKUYA | 23:31 ] That's correct.

[ KIRIGIRI KYOUKO | 23:32 ] Arrive early. Meet me at the bar. I'll buy you a drink.

[ TOGAMI BYAKUYA | 23:33 ] Chardonnay Brise. I expect it to be cold. We need to talk.

[ KIRIGIRI KYOUKO | 23:34 ] That we do. I'll see you then. Go ahead and delete this number, Togami-kun. I won't be contacting you from it.

[ TOGAMI BYAKUYA | 23:35 ] Thank you for saving me the trouble. Good night, Kirigiri.

[ UNKNOWN | 23:36 ] Good night.

Closing the cellphone completely, Togami rose from his chair, not even returning to his book for the night. Shedding his robe, Togami slipped into silken pajamas, navy blue, sliding into bed. Taking off his glasses, the detective reached behind himself to flip off the light, laying flat on his back. Ceruleans stuck to the ceiling, letting the events of today settle into his mind. Blinking on occasion, Togami recalled the events of today over and over in mind, praying he could find a bit of evidence that he missed initially. Something to give him the upper hand. Something to give him a lead.

"Nothing," he groans, closing his eyes.

Togami Byakuya would not get a lot of sleep tonight.

[magioftheseas]

Fleeting Like Fluttering Moth Wings

For @vdjfshfzhdg

Summary: In the dead of the night, a witch meets a strange young man with white hair and bright, clear eyes.

Rating: G

Warnings: None really?

Notes: This is my gift exchange fic for the @danganhalloween-exchange so I hope it’s good! The request mentioned witches and cats, two things I’m really fond of, so I wrote Witch!Kamukura with a cat familiar. It’s got a bit of an odd feel because I was just sort of writing. But, I think it turned out pretty alright. Sorry it’s not super fluffy. xmx

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There are moths fluttering about the lantern. A cat stretches, its sleek fur darker than the night. Outside is quiet as if the very world was asleep. Kamukura Izuru continued to sit and read, every so often brushing back his ebony hair with a few careful fingers. Even after clicking his tongue at the cat, Yasu still prowls around the lantern, batting at any unfortunate moth who traveled too close to the ground. They only flock to the lantern, not any light that Kamukura conjures, and thus there is nothing he can do but observe.

Yasu sits up on her hind legs, flailing at the moths, and Kamukura only stares, eyes dark and lips pulled into a deep, firm line. He is undeniably bored, but not enough to shut his book and stand. Despite this being a nightly routine, despite the banality of the action, Yasu hunts with the same tail-flickering enthusiasm. Sometimes, she even sings a siren’s call to attract the moths. But once she captured a few, she would stop. Silence would seep in, but Yasu would continue to hunt.

Kamukura continues to observe, and it is all the same. Every night, without fail. While Yasu would manage to capture a few moths, she never succeeded in capturing all of them. And yet, she would attempt just that, night after night. Until she yawned and that was Kamukura’s cue to stand and fetch her. She would still mew and murble in protest, but with the lateness of the day, Kamukura put her to bed all the same.

There is a soft breeze, one that caresses the bell hanging above the open jar. Yasu meows in response to the quiet ring and shakes side to side. Her tail flickers with alertness, her gaze darting off to the side as her ears fold back. Kamukura notes this and beckons her with his hand.

“Yasu, Yasu.” She glances back, green eyes wide. Very lazily, she goes to him, hopping onto his desk and lying on his open book. Dust flutters in the air. Yasu purrs as Kamukura strokes her. The moths continue dancing around the lantern, and Kamukura watches intently as the shadows cast begin to warp, as he hears the soft trots of footsteps.

“Hello?”

A slim figure steps into the entryway. A little hunched and uncertain, this person tugs anxiously at their hood as if hesitating on whether or not to pull it down. They wobble a bit as they approach, but when Yasu meows, they let out a soft laugh. Kamukura ducked his head politely.

“Welcome,” he drones. “It is quite late thus I am curious to hear your woes.”

“Ah, woes?” The stranger licks their lips. In the dim light, Kamukura noted the silvery hue of their hair. The pale moon of their face and the gray of their eyes. It was a soft, angular face with a wavering smile. “I really do apologize; I was actually just wandering around. I was attracted here by the light—and the cat.”

When Yasu makes another sound, the stranger smiles in undeniable fondness.

“I should be the one asking why you are still open at so late an hour,” they go on. They look around, eyes darting about curiously and widening ever so slightly. “I mean—this is quite the quaint little shop you have here. Um?”

“Kamukura Izuru,” he said, tickling Yasu’s tummy. “This is Yasumi. My familiar. This is a magic shop. I am a witch.”

“A witch...?”

The stranger rocks back on their heels, sucking in their breath, and then they finally pull their hood back to reveal the bouncing, wild curls of white.

“I’m Komaeda Nagito.” Komaeda presses a hand to his chest, smile broad. “If you’re a witch then maybe you can actually help me. That said.” With a laugh, he waves that same hand. “With how late it is, I really do feel like I’m imposing. How about I visit you tomorrow when the sun is up? I’m sure you must be quite tired and missing your bed right about now, Kamukura-kun.”

Kamukura blinks at him dully, tilting his head.

“I do not care for the hour,” he replied matter-of-factly. “As a witch, I have been around for centuries. I once spent years without sleep. It is only you mere mortals with your small, insignificant lifespans that need such dreary, periodic rest.”

“Oh, is that so!” Komaeda clapped his hands with open-mouthed surprise. “That’s fascinating! I never would’ve known! This is my first time meeting a witch, you see.”

“That much is clear.” Kamukura’s eyes narrowed sharply. “I suppose I should ask what you are doing, wandering around in the dark of night. If what troubles you is that pressing a matter, it strikes me as strange that you do not wish to address it as soon as possible.”

“It’s...more that I have trouble sleeping in general...” When he focuses, he can in fact see the deep shadows beneath Komaeda’s clouded gaze. Komaeda’s smile twists wryly, almost as if in embarrassment. “And whatever problems I do have—I do not want to be too audacious, you see.”

“No, I do not.”

“Aha, well. Maybe you've outgrown manners, then.”

“Just tell me what troubles you,” Kamukura snapped. “I tire of your dancing around the subject and your tentativeness. I wish to know in advance if whatever ails you is worthy of my interest or not.”

“Oh, I very much doubt it would be,” Komaeda replied cheerfully. “I’m a very unremarkable and dull-minded person.”

“Tell me.” Yasu yowls as if in agreement. “Now. Komaeda Nagito.”

Komaeda is still for a moment like a statue, the smile on his face tight and unmoving. After a while, his shoulders went slack.

“I would like to be made normal. Entirely, hopelessly, worthlessly, and unexceptionally normal.”

Kamukura quirked a brow at this.

“And I know I mostly am normal, in fact,” Komaeda goes on, that smile remaining the same. “But not entirely. And that—I just don’t think I can live with that anymore. If I am to continue this wretched half-baked existence, then... I would truthfully prefer a premature ending. So, Kamukura-kun, will you help me? If it so interests you? If you can?”

Yasu meows to fill in the silence that follows.

“At least,” Komaeda says, lacing his fingers together. “That’s what I feel like I should say. If this were a novel. What do you think, Kamukura-kun?”

“I think you should return to your residence,” was the blunt reply. “The lateness likely is an influence on your behavior.”

“I really was curious about how’d you respond!” Komaeda exclaimed in protest. “To be callously sent home is just too cruel, Kamukura-kun! You wouldn’t really turn a client down like that if this were real, right?”

Yasu decides to nibble and lick his fingers. At her feistiness, Kamukura squeezed her tail. It did little to deter her, but that was expected.

“A client would come with an honest request, not to waste time at this hour.”

“Oh, that’s a good point.” Komaeda giggles, tilting his head to the side. The curls hang down, there’s a low buzz in the air, and Yasu perks up. She makes a recognizable chirp, and Komaeda just goes on, “I guess I’m the one being rude, huh? Ahaha, of course that’s how it is.”

Kamukura does move to squish Yasu down, but she slips out easily and pounces. Maybe that was intentional. Maybe Kamukura had just wanted to see what would happen. Admittedly, the way Komaeda’s eyes went wide and how he only made a soft sound of surprise was mildly amusing. Yasu’s little claws grabbed onto his hair and Komaeda was quick to retain his balance and try and catch her. She mewled as she dug through the ivory strands and pulled out with a moth between her teeth. Komaeda does yelp as he has to detangle her claws, and a smile pulled at Kamukura’s lips.

“Careful, Komaeda Nagito,” he murmured, reaching out and squeezing her paws so that she relaxes. She purrs as she chews contently on the moth, and when she’s close enough, she nestles against Kamukura’s shoulder. “I apologize about her.”

“N-No, no, it’s fine,” Komaeda replied, flustered and combing his fingers through his hair. “She’s very cute.”

Kamukura hummed in agreement. One Komaeda’s cheek, there was a small scratch. Likely from Yasu.

Ah.

“Maybe I really should get going,” Komaeda is saying. Both his smile and fingers are twitching as he turns on his heel. “It is later, after all.”

“Wait.”

Komaeda freezes, shoulders stiffening for but a moment. If his breath caught, it was too quiet to be heard. Past him, Kamukura sees the moths dancing about the lantern. His gaze flickers back to the boy with milky white hair and cloudy gray eyes.

“Stay for a bit,” Kamukura says. “So that I can apologize properly.”

Komaeda blinks, and he hesitates.

“I insist,” Kamukura says, more pressingly. “Just close the door so that no more moths get inside.”

Yasu mews, and somehow that is what gets Komaeda to nod, offering a small, strained smile. He turns on his heel, chuckling under his breath.

“Very well.”

It only takes a shove to shut the door.

--

“Actually,” Komaeda confides as Kamukura pours the tea by hand. “I don’t know how I ended up here. I just did.”

“Sometimes that happens,” Kamukura responded, setting the cup down. He flicks his fingers to conjure up cookies and arranges them neatly on a small plate. “Normally, that does mean there is a matter eating away at your being. One that magic may provide a balm to.”

“Or it’s just my luck,” Komaeda jokes with a wheeze. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Fortune is not so different from fate, one can assume.”

Yasu stretches out, but she curls into a ball as she kneads at the air.

“The idea of everything being predetermined is terribly boring,” Komaeda huffs, taking a cookie. “I do think it’s just fickle luck and nothing more.”

“You say as if that is not terribly dull in its own right.”

Komaeda does muffle a giggle against his hand.

“You got me there. So clever, Kamukura-kun. As expected of a witch, hmm?”

Such clumsy diversion tactics. And yet, he keeps himself almost fiercely reserved. He reminds me of a certain someone. Although the two of them are akin to mist and embers. Different in many significant ways.

It is with careful motions that Komaeda sips his tea and nibbles at his cookie. His expression relaxes for a moment, eyelashes fluttering. There is a slump to his shoulders. His head lolls.

“I don’t want to ask anything of you,” he said so quietly the words were mere particles in the air. “I don’t deserve anything.”

Kamukura raises an eyebrow.

“What an asinine reason. You are a coward, then.”

“Have you ever been afraid before, Kamukura-kun?”

“It has been centuries since I have known fear. I suppose that makes me inhuman.”

Komaeda pops the rest of the cookie into his mouth. He swallows with a bit of trouble and coughs into a napkin. Yasu purrs, and Komaeda’s smile twitches as he reaches out to stroke her side.

“Will she live for centuries?”

“She will live for as long as she is able,” Kamukura said. “Be it centuries or a decade.”

“She’s clearly been spoiled and well-loved,” Komaeda went on. “I hope it remains that way in the years to come.”

“The world is broken,” that person once said, and there is a veil of coldness over what Kamukura had known to be clear blue eyes. “The best that can be done is to make sure those we care about are taken care of.”

Yasu sleeps without a care, and Kamukura notes the weight of years that dissipate around her. Komaeda runs his finger over his cup, and he smiles at the tea stalk still floating upright in the center.

“I envy you,” he finally says. “With how much time you have, a kind world is likelier to surround you.”

Kamukura blinks, and his eyes fall shut.

“If you so wish, you can continuously visit me in times to come.”

“What if I’m too cowardly to return?” Komaeda asks teasingly.

Kamukura thinks of the person who used to sit across from him. The man with tired yet clear eyes. Eyes that Komaeda shares even if the color is different.

“When you visit, have it be at an earlier hour,” he said. “Though I do not mind the night, humans need their rest.”

“Do you want me to visit, Kamukura-kun?”

Kamukura pursed his lips, pondering the question. He leaned forward, watching Komaeda flinch perceptively. With a careful brush of his thumb to Komaeda’s pale cheek, the scratch healed over and faded from sight. The skin warmed under his touch, and he pulled away.

“There is a matter that ails you,” he says and he searches that pale green gaze for the slightest flicker. “Perhaps it can be in the future when you are open enough to tell me.”

A smile twitched at Komaeda’s face. The flickering light of the candles cast a dark shadow as his head lowers. There is a moment of pause, of weight. Kamukura does think of quiet moments with that person, and Yasu continues to slumber peacefully.

“Maybe,” Komaeda finally affirms. “Maybe not. Perhaps in that same future, you can tell me more about yourself as well.”

He doesn’t know if he’s been seen through. Komaeda’s gaze is serene even with the darkened curve of his smile. It’s a complicated expression, one that conveys much while still keeping much else reserved. It is curious.

“Perhaps I will.”

Komaeda finishes up the tea and treats before he stands. He bows politely and pulls his hood back up.

“Take care of yourself. And, Yasumi, was it?” Komaeda laughs softly. “Take care of her, too. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Kamukura replied. Yasu’s ear twitched, but Kamukura stroked her neck, encouraging her to sleep on. Nodding and smiling, Komaeda gave a wave before turning on his heel and heading out. Once the door is shut behind him, it is not long before Komaeda has disappeared into the dark of night.

Kamukura tuts softly.

To be taken in so suddenly and erratically... Maybe those centuries have worn on me in ways I’ve yet to realize. Or maybe...I just miss him. Those moods are unrelenting and ruthless, no matter how much time passes by. And I had so foolishly thought Yasu’s presence would alleviate the burden of his memory. But, of course, that is not how it turns out. I named her after him. Yasumi. From Yasuke. Matsuda Yasuke.

He does wonder, almost idly, about that Komaeda Nagito. A human that seemed burden by his own specters, though the nature of which was unclear.

Luck, he said. How strange. But—I would like to learn more. Even if I have to deal with cowardice. To be normal, he said. How frustrating.

There are still moths flickering around the lantern. With a snap of his fingers, the light went out and all that encased his magic shop was darkness. Darkness upon darkness. But, the light of morning was inevitable. He would prefer to think Komaeda would visit again under a sunlit sky, smile vapid but bright.

He had enough time.

For now, he watched Yasu sleep as he laid his head upon his folded arms and waited.