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zenonaa · 6 months ago

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🖤 for tsumioda please?

- goshdangronpa

[ao3]

Mikan wishes she'd thought to bring a mirror. She did try polishing a patch of floor in the engine room. Rubbed the ribbed metal until the bandage on her left palm greyed and tore, but even after that she can barely see her reflection. Just a blur that vaguely looks like her.

Perhaps that’s what she is now. A blur that vaguely resembles Mikan Tsumiki. She hugs her legs to her chest, grimacing.

Though the engine room is the largest compartment on the ship, she has chosen to make herself as small as possible by tucking herself into a corner on its bottommost level. Usually only Kazuichi and Sonia come here, being the two people with any real understanding of the inner mechanisms of the ship. Pipes mesh together into an intricate network across the engine room’s three floors. Mysterious valves and buttons and locked cabinets cram nearly every surface.

Yet despite not knowing how everything operates here, as a nurse, Mikan finds her surroundings familiar. Every component plays an important role in running the ship. In keeping it alive, no matter how small. The white pipes are reminiscent of a skeleton.

A sigh shudders out of her, that she feels more than she hears. Constant rumbling pervades the air, but as loud as the engine room is, she knows the insulated walls muffle the noises inside. So not only can nobody see her, they won't be able to hear her either. Good.

Heat sears her eyes. Her face scrunches, then she starts weeping. She knows she shouldn’t cry, that she doesn’t deserve to after all she’s done, but she can’t stop herself. Not until the rot is out of her system and she can return to her cabin with her face dry and her insides hollow. God forbid someone saw her like this. Or worse, saw and felt bad for her.

“Mikan-chan?”

The engine room almost buries the voice. She tenses, wondering if she could have imagined it, but then a figure jumps down from the middle floor onto hers.

“Wahoo!” says Ibuki as she lands. Most people would have at least winced after such a drop, but Ibuki straightens up with an unfaltering smile. “Three! Three! Three! One! Someone give Ibuki a gold medal! However, Ibuki will accept a kiss from a cutie as an alternative!”

Laughter flies from Ibuki’s mouth. No matter who she is with, she always acts the same way. Unfiltered, carefree, whether she's with serious Peko or potty-mouthed Hiyoko.

Or irredeemable trash like Mikan.

“H-How’d you find me?” asks Mikan. She can’t even hear herself over the constant noise, yet Ibuki answers instantly.

“It’s funny, actually,” Ibuki says, just loud enough for Mikan to hear. “Ibuki spent all day lookin’ for ya. Then I got super tired, so I came here to nap because the soothin’ sound of the engine room is the perfect white noise to fall asleep to.”

Mikan’s eyes boggle. The noise is soothing to Ibuki? Her brain then processes the rest of what Ibuki said, and her stomach lurches. Not only had Ibuki been searching for Mikan, but she had apparently been doing so for most of the day.

Ibuki's gaze fixes on Mikan like a spotlight. Like a predator watching its prey.

“Anyways, Ibuki’s enhanced hearing picked up on the sound of a babe cryin’, so she awoke like Snow White and dropped down here like Shawty at da club,” Ibuki says. She breaks into a skip, crossing over to where Mikan’s sitting.

With each step, Mikan's chest tightens like Ibuki is stomping on her body instead of the floor. By the time Ibuki stops in front of her, Mikan can barely breathe.

“S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” Mikan grinds her knuckles against her eyes and stands up. “I was about to head back to my cabin anyway. I’ll... I’ll leave you to...”

But when she tries to go past, Ibuki suddenly grabs Mikan's wrist. Ice runs through Mikan's blood, yet she doesn’t freeze over. Not entirely. Her body shakes. Her heart races. Only Ibuki stands still. Very, very still.

“Hey.” The word doesn't have Ibuki's usual bounce. It falls like a felled tree trunk. “Ibuki has barely seen Mikan-chan since we got on this ship. What’s up?”

They stand side by side, facing opposite directions. Unable to see each other. Mikan feels Ibuki's palm twitch against her arm as she hardens her grip.

“... Did Ibuki do something to upset you?” asks Ibuki. “Did Ibuki do something weird that disturbed you?”

Mikan’s eyes flicker.

“No, I’m f-fine, I’m just...”

Ibuki’s fingers dig in harder. “Liar.”

The back of Mikan’s neck prickles. Even though Ibuki doesn't shout, Mikan can hear her every word.

“Ever since Ibuki shot out of Mioda-mama’s snatch, people have always been saying stuff like, ‘You’re too noisy.’ ‘You say strange things.’ ‘Why can’t you sit still for a few seconds? And what’s with the funny hand movements and faces?’ Is that it?”

“I’ve never thought that about you,” blurts Mikan. It’s true. Mikan has always admired how authentic and unapologetic Ibuki is about herself. How she doesn't care what others think of her. Or if they even think of her at all.

In fact, Mikan envies this about her.

“So why are you avoiding Ibuki like she’s a freaky person? Or a monster?” asks Ibuki.

Mikan flinches. The hand that Ibuki has on her arm burns. Everything burns. But it's not to do with Ibuki. Though Mikan doesn’t have fangs or horns or wear bear hair ties, blood still soaks her hands. Her reflection can mimic a human all it wants, but Mikan knows the truth. The monster here isn't Ibuki.

She tears her arm out of Ibuki’s hold and spins around to face her.

Despite how she feels like she's being strangled, Mikan manages to say, “I-I’m the monster, okay?!”

Both stare at each other. Black heavily outlines Ibuki’s pink eyes.

“I shouldn’t be here,” says Mikan, quieter. Softer. She wraps her arms around herself and looks away.

“Huh? What the heck are you talking about?” asks Ibuki.

“I... I murdered...”

“Oh, that? Psh.” Ibuki sounds nonchalant. “No biggie or tupac. That was in a video game, and Mikan-chan was sick with the despair disease. Ibuki knows Mikan-chan wouldn’t have done that otherwise.”

“I’m not referring to that, t-though that was still awful of me. I mean in real life, I murdered...”

“We all did, as Remnants of Despair! So what? Enoshima-me brainwashed us. We - ”

Mikan clenches her fists. “I murdered Nanami-san!”

The engine room rumbles.

“At Hope’s Peak, when we were going to rescue Yukizome-sensei as a class, I... I secretly shoved Nanami-san through a hidden door, where Yukizome-sensei led her to her demise at Enoshima-san’s hands... I lied that she had injured herself and was staying behind.”

Not only is there blood on Mikan’s hands, she swears she can taste it in her mouth too. Ibuki scratches her head.

“You were still brainwashed...”

“And Nanami-san is still dead! I-If I had been able to resist Enoshima-san’s despair... t-then Nanami-san wouldn’t be dead right now. We c-could have even defeated Enoshima-san back then, before so many people died, and...”

Ibuki grabs Mikan’s shoulders. “Don’t you dare carry the burden of Chiaki-chan’s death alone!”

A surprised squeak pops out of Mikan. For all the screaming and yelling that Mikan has ever heard from Ibuki, this is the first time Ibuki has sounded genuinely angry. She looks it too, with her dyed eyebrows furrowed as she glowers.

“Mikan-chan, you may be unbelievably cute, but you’re unbelievably pissing me off! What if we’d noticed you hanging back with Chiaki-chan? What if we'd noticed something was wrong with you before that? What if we had let Chiaki-chan’s death give us strength and hope, rather than shit on her legacy and spread despair instead? But most importantly, what if Enoshima-me just hadn't been a sicko?”

Ibuki's nails dig in more, but the acrylics barely breach Mikan's consciousness. She's numb.

“Chiaki-chan always wanted to unite us, yet you’re here bawling ya eyes out all alone.”

“I... I thought none of you would want me around because of what I did,” mumbles Mikan. “I thought I’d stay out of your way...”

“We all want you around still!” Ibuki gives Mikan a small shake. “I want you around. Ibuki knows you’re not a monster. A monster wouldn’t feel so horrible about what happened. Mikan-chan is kind, gentle, and sometimes silly...”

“More like off-putting, weak-willed and creepy...” Mikan sniffles, yet Ibuki's words melt the weight in her chest. Though that darkness is still in her, just sloshing about rather than all clumped together, now she can breathe. She can smile. “Mioda-san, you are too kind... e-even if this is a trick or joke, my heart’s fluttering with joy.”

Ibuki grins back at her. “Ibuki-chan’s heart is fluttering too. Like she’s headbanged so hard that the room is spinning...”

Mikan twitches.

“T-That doesn’t sound healthy at all!” She reaches toward Ibuki's forehead. “It must be all the machinery noise in here.”

But before Mikan’s hand can reach its destination, Ibuki catches it in hers and holds it.

“Is Mikan-chan for cereal? Ibuki said she comes here for relaxing naps.” Ibuki intertwines their fingers. “It’s because Ibuki’s with Mikan-chan that she feels all funny all of a sudden.”

Normally that’s one of the worst things a nurse can be told, that they’ve made someone feel strange. Mikan bites her lip. There’s another way to read into what Ibuki said, but Mikan tells herself not to jump to conclusions. Ibuki is bold and bright and beautiful, while Mikan is plain and passive and pathetic.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not following at all,” says Mikan. “Are you allergic to my shampoo?”

That seems more likely to be the cause of Ibuki’s lightheadedness. The hand that Ibuki has on Mikan’s shoulder slips up to cup Mikan’s cheek. While Mikan trembles at the touch, Ibuki stands steadily.

“Rather than Ibuki tell you, let Ibuki show you.”

Mikan’s eyebrows shoot upward. She breathes in, then the next thing she knows is Ibuki’s lips are pressing into hers. Her body tenses, but only briefly. Warmth engulfs her, starting at her lips, spreading to her face, her heart and the rest of her body. It’s a warmth that doesn’t scald or burn, but instead makes Mikan shiver.

Keeping hold of Ibuki’s hand, Mikan brings her other to Ibuki’s waist. Despite Ibuki’s spiked hair, sharp eyeliner and bony frame, her lips are soft. Also wet. Not just from saliva, but because Mikan has spent most of the day sobbing. Even now, tears blossom from Mikan’s eyes, yet Mikan has no desire to stop what they’re doing. The wetness makes their lips slide a bit against the other’s and gives the kiss a slight salty tang, but Ibuki seems undeterred. She continues to hold Mikan. Continues to stay with her.

A quiet groan slips out of Mikan, one that makes Ibuki squeeze her hand and push her mouth against her more. Mikan’s breath quickens. Her nerve endings tingle. When Ibuki finally pulls back, Mikan just barely steadies herself.

“Whoa,” goes Ibuki.

“Whoa,” Mikan agrees. She sways a bit. “N-Now I feel all funny...”

“Let’s lie down together then.”

Though the floor’s not filthy, it isn’t exactly clean either. The grey stain on the bandage wrapped around Mikan’s palm is proof of this. Even so, both women lower themselves and settle onto it, lying on their backs side-by-side. Mikan’s cheek feels bare without Ibuki’s hand on it, but at least she still has hold of Ibuki’s other one.

“When the room stops spinning, shall we go see the others together?” asks Ibuki.

The engine room rumbles.

“Yes,” says Mikan.

“We might be feeling funny for a while though,” says Ibuki. “Because Ibuki wants to kiss Mikan-chan for a long time.”

Mikan looks over at her and smiles. “T-That’s fine... I’m the same.”

“Do ya wanna kiss again? Right now?”

“Y-Yes please.”

Ibuki rolls onto her side and leans over, reuniting their lips. As they kiss, Mikan thinks to herself that she doesn’t need a mirror to remind herself who or what she is, because she has someone whose presence makes her not feel like a monster anymore.

#mikan tsumiki #ibuki mioda #sdr2 #dr3 #tsumioda #fanfiction #one shot

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magioftheseas · 9 months ago

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Flowers Before We Dance

Written for @drwlwzine Summary: The flower she asked for was made-up, of course. Surely Sonia will realize that and come back, right? Rating: PG Warnings: Language. Saionji Hiyoko being herself. Notes: This was the soniyoko fic I wrote for the music-themed dr wlw zine. I posted it pretty late rip but I did have a good time writing it. I especially loved the illustration that went with it. You can see that on the Ao3 version! ***Alternate Ao3 Link*** Commission? Donate?

“The long flowing robes, heavy with culture and history! The vibrant colors of nature’s beauty! The elegant and esteemed kimono! To make matters even more wicked, it can be worn with everything!”

“Ugh.”

Everything about this bitch from her sparkling eyes to her cringe squealing just screamed tourist. Even now, Princess Foreigner cooed over the selection of robes, shifting through each color with pensive consideration.

“The problem is there are too many colors to choose from…even if they’re all beautiful. Maybe this resilient red?”

Then you’d look even more fucking pompous.

“Oh! Or this mellow yellow!”

That would wash you out with how pale you are.

“Perhaps! Elegant emerald!”

That’s not even emerald! It’s just green!

“Oh! Saionji-san!” Finally, it seemed the idiot noticed her. With clumps of kimono flung oh so distastefully over her arm, she enthusiastically waved with the other. “So you did decide to join me for a shopping excursion!”

“It might be fun,” Mahiru had said. “You enjoy shopping with Ibuki-chan, so just give Sonia-chan a chance, okay?”

“I have already extracted quite the intricate selection!” Sonia was already spewing word after word. She almost sounded unnatural, like she barely had a grasp on the language. “Might you come with me to help try them on? I trust your judgment above all else!”

At least she wasn’t a complete idiot, Hiyoko supposed sourly. Except Sonia took her ducking her head sullenly as a nod and was already skipping off to the changing room.

Silky blond hair bouncing, the strands shimmering even in weak store light.

(What the hell was that description?! Was her brain invaded by that shark-teethed loser?! Gross, gross, gross!)

“So gross,” she muttered as she followed after, head still down. “God, she’s gross.”

She still joined Sonia in the changing room. To make matters worse, the so-called princess was too incompetent to even tie her obi correctly. The way she stuck out her tongue in focus wasn’t the slightest bit endearing. And when she did manage a haphazard knot…

“Is this tie correct?”

“It is if you want to look like a whore,” Hiyoko snapped.

“Ooh, fantastic!” There really was no bringing down such an airhead. “Sex work is a very respectable career!”

“It’s not for a princess.” Fingers twitching, Hiyoko finally just wrestled with that offending knot to unravel the poor abused obi. “Let me fix it so that you’re proper.”

“Oh, Saionji-san,” Sonia cooed. Despite being shorter, the princess still towered above Hiyoko as she did before her growth spurt, infuriatingly radiant as always. “Thank you ever so much. You know…” She trailed off with a far too lilting sigh. “Even your fingertips emanate such grace.”

Hiyoko felt warmth blossom in her cheeks as she focused on tying the sash. Must’ve been out of anger. No other explanation.

“You’re just the pinnacle of Traditional Japanese Elegance!” Sonia went on. “I truly do admire you! Do you ever think you could share your talent with me?”

Typical of an entitled rich bitch.

“So, you want to buy me?” She makes sure the words are dripping with seething contempt. “I don’t come cheap, Princess.”

“Just some dancing lessons!” Sonia exclaimed, either oblivious or willfully ignorant.

“Haaah?” Hiyoko tightened the knot. “Do you think it’ll be that easy?”

“Not at all! But with you as a teacher, I’m willing to work as hard as it takes, Saionji-san!”

“Oh?”

“Yes! Saionji-san’s dancing is like watching flowers blossom!”

And she really did sound so earnest. So sincere. Something about that made something inside Hiyoko snap.

“I don’t even think you’re worthy of being taught.” She tightened the knot and Sonia didn’t so much as wince, which just made her angrier. “I’ll consider it if you bring me a special flower.”

“A flower?” Sonia repeated.

“A jeweled flower,” she clarified. “One that sparkles with its captured sunshine.”

“I see.” Sonia’s eyes were wide, but she nodded firmly. “Very well, then! I will bring you that flower, Saionji-san!”

Hiyoko snorted, pulling away to begrudgingly admire the princess in the kimono. It actually suited her. She didn’t look half-bad at all.

“Don’t show your face again until you do,” she muttered.

They parted ways on good terms after that, and she didn’t see Sonia at all the next day.

Or the day after that.

Nor the day after that.

Not even the week after that.

“WHERE IS SONIA-SAAAAAN?!”

“She says she’s on royal business… I guess.”

That loudmouth loser was still whining until that violent shrimp threatened him. Their naggy class rep and their naggier teacher tried their best to keep the peace but Class 77-B was and always will be a disaster. Not that Hiyoko cared.

Or that she was worried. Because she wasn’t.

“It really has been a while,” Mahiru mused worriedly. “Being a princess can be dangerous.”

Ah, yeah. Sonia had mentioned kidnappings and failed assassination attempts. Not that Hiyoko was worried. Because she wasn’t.

“Hiyoko-chan.” Mahiru fixed her with a Look that was a little worrying. “Sonia-chan told me that she was searching for a flower you told her about. Is that flower even real?”

Hiyoko tried not to squirm.

“Hiyoko-chan!” Mahiru reprimanded, voice soft but with the force of a merciless stomp. “You need to tell her the truth!”

Hiyoko pitifully opened her mouth. All that came out was a wretched groan.

“No,” Mahiru snapped, shaking her hand. “Sonia-chan could be putting herself in danger. Message her right now. You don’t have to apologize, just… Say that it was a joke.”

“She’ll give up anyway,” Hiyoko pointed out weakly. “Or someone else will tell her. It’ll be fine.”

Mahiru stared at her with disappointment, but she didn’t push it further.

For some reason, that just made Hiyoko shrink further into herself.

The next week, Hiyoko does shoot a text.

>Hey, I actually don’t need the stupid flower.

>If you really insist, I might be persuaded to give you lessons.

>So you should come back. To convince me.

She doesn’t receive a response. Maybe Sonia didn’t see it. Or forgot. Or her phone died.

Or maybe Sonia died. Maybe she’s dead already.

Hiyoko went to bed that night on an upset stomach.

The days pass, and Hiyoko’s too sick to go to class at all. She very nearly chucked her shoes at the teacher’s face and she spewed every nasty word she could think of to the class rep. Eventually, they left her alone.

Not Mahiru, though. Mahiru still sent her texts.

>>I won’t ask you to come back, but please take care of yourself, Hiyoko-chan.

Mahiru really was sweet. Unlike Hiyoko, who found herself texting Sonia whenever she got irritated.

>You really are so fucking annoying. You’re the worst for making everyone worry, especially Mahiru.

No answer. The princess’s obnoxiously cheerful profile picture didn’t say anything either.

>And I hate how obsessive you are! You act like a fucking tourist!

Still nothing.

>Also I watched those J-Dramas you kept raving about. They fucking suck. You have terrible taste.

Nothing.

>And quit being so nice to me! I’m shitty to you like, all the time!

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

>I hate you. Please come back. I really miss you.

She was sick of her room but in no mood to talk to anyone. It was early in the morning, so the classroom should be empty. She figured she might as well go to class.

No other reason.

Or so she tells herself.

And then there was…something different.

It was a bouquet of flowers, but not just any kind of flowers. Dazzling flowers that Hiyoko never could’ve imagined, with jewel-like petals that sparkled with captured sunlight. Bundled together so lovingly into a vase…right on top of her desk.

Am I being bullied?!

Mahiru wouldn’t have told anyone, but…oh fuck, that loudmouth musician had a sharp sense of hearing. That bitch would’ve told everyone. And now Hiyoko is getting bullied.

With really achingly lovely, devastatingly beautiful flowers, but…still!

Actually, Hiyoko thought as she came closer to admire them. They seem familiar. Why? I wouldn’t forget seeing flowers like this.

“Saionji-san!”

Hiyoko nearly screamed, spinning around on her heel to stare at her assailant.

Sonia was standing there. Smiling brightly, more dazzling than the flowers.

Hiyoko wanted to strangle her.

“I found the flowers you asked for, Saionji-san! They were actually native to my country, you see, so I flew over to pick them!”

Hiyoko should strangle her!

“They’re rare and difficult to find,” Sonia rambled on, all pink-cheeked and sparkly-eyed. “But after much arduous searching, I discovered a whole garden and…”

“You stupid BITCH!”

Sonia jumped, smile mercifully dropping as Hiyoko screamed.

“Do you have any IDEA how worried everyone was?! That you’d even go all this way for, for…some stupid fucking flowers! That I…!” Hiyoko nearly choked. “T-That I asked for…!”

Her cheeks were burning, and the tears wouldn’t stop running. Sonia fretted over her, but when Sonia reached out, Hiyoko snatched up her hand and yanked her along as she fled the classroom. Once they were suitably secluded behind the school, Hiyoko took a moment to catch her breath before blubbering some more.

“Y-You didn’t have to endanger yourself. I didn’t need those flowers. You could’ve…you could’ve gotten hurt, and there’s no way finding stupid weeds was so important that you couldn’t text back…!”

“I truly apologize,” Sonia said meekly. “My phone was broken during the exhibition and by the time I got it repaired and saw your texts…”

God, Hiyoko wanted to die.

“I’m so sorry for worrying you, Saionji-san.” Sonia even bowed. Her! A fucking princess! “But I still wanted to give you those flowers even if you think them unnecessary.”

“Because I asked?” Hiyoko snorted.

“Not entirely,” Sonia admitted. “Those flowers…in my culture, they’re a symbol of loyalty and devotion. I wanted to prove to you that my feelings were true.”

Oh.

“They’re actually quite popular, hence their rarity!” Sonia rambled on, only now she seemed flustered. “Especially at weddings!”

Oh…

“O-Oh my god.” Hiyoko could cry all over again. She wanted to, but she needed to keep herself from hyperventilating and she needed to calm down her damn racing heart. “I thought this was just about getting dancing lessons!”

“Dancing, too, is very romantic,” Sonia informed her sheepishly. “People dance at weddings in my country too. Is that not the case here?”

“It is!” Hiyoko sputtered. “I-It is, but it’s…it’s different!”

Sonia tilted her head. Way too wide-eyed. Way too innocent. That loudmouth coward had no place being around her, and Hiyoko will shank that creepy-ass cook if he even sniffs in her direction.

For now, she can only sigh.

“Don’t worry about it.” Playing with her hair, Hiyoko did everything she could to play it cool. “I’ll teach you how to dance, but…marriage is…something you’ll need to think about later. Like, way, way later.”

“I understand,” Sonia said, and her eyes lit up. “But may I ask if we can wear kimonos at our wedding, Saionji-san?”

Hiyoko could laugh, and not just due to amusement.

“You better figure out how to properly put one on first. And…start calling me by my name, Sonia.”

“Hiyoko-san!” Sonia chirped with such glee.

Yeah. If this was how she was to die, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

#super dangan ronpa 2 #hiyoko saionji #saionji hiyoko #sonia nevermind #soniyoko #sdr2 #Magi fics

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pastellmochi · 7 months ago

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HI MOCHI are you havig a good summber. its june and its summer her hru any update

OMG IRENE HIIIIIE THANK YOU SOOSOO MUCH FOR THE ASK MWAH ILOVE YOUU 🫶🫶🫶 im so sorry for the late response its literally july omg 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏 … nd it just deleted what i said help

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shadow-laviko · 8 months ago

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Ok, so, about games, mangas and animes I like- I'll join animes and mangas together And add my favourite character(s) for each, because I think it helps see my type I guess, lol? I'll try to only give one chara, but might give two if I really can't decide) Animes/Mangas :

Ajin (no one really)

Balance Unlimited (Kanbe Daisuke)

One Piece (Trafalgar Law)

The Promised Neverland (never finished, but I liked Ray)

Anohana (no one really)

Assassination Classroom (Karma Akabane)

Black Butler (Ronald or, Grell too, since we know less about Ronald... Okay, maybe Undertaker too. But Ronald first I think)

Blue Exorcist (I'm not up to date, but Amaimon and Mephisto were cool, Rin too)

D.Gray-man (do I really need to say? Just look at my name. Do I really need to say it? Fine, It's Lavi. But uh... Tyki too... and Debit... And Wisely... Too many ikemen... But Lavi really first. My boy... Go watch/read D.Gray-man, it's great!!)

Death Note (... Matt... listen, I know we saw him like 3 seconds, but darn it, I love this man)

Death Parade (long time no watched, but I liked Clavis, the elevator guy (I think?))

Dororor (no one really)

Dr. Stone (Senkuu Ishigami)

Durarara (I'm sure you can tell now, but of course it's Izaya Orihara (and Erika and Celty for women))

Fairy Tail (... Sting- ok, and Levy)

Food Wars (I don't know, I keep forgetting)

Free! (Rin Matsuoka)

Haikyuu!! (Kuroo

Horimiya (Miyamura)

Jigoku Shojo (Ren)

Jujutsu Kaisen (no one really)

Kuroko no Basuke (of course it's fucking Akashi Seijuro (and Aomine... And Hanamiya Makoto for some fucking reason because he appeared in one of my dreams and took my brain hostage ever since))

SnK (of course it's Levi... I swear, Kamiya Hiroshi dubs so many characters I like, I can recognise his voice in just a few seconds, it's crazy)

Ouran Highschool Host Club (Hikaru and Kaoru, but mostly Kaoru, because HAVE YOU SEEN MY BOY IN THE MANGA???)

Osomatsu-san (no one really)

Servamp (oof, I'm not up to date and it's been a while, so I kinda forgot)

Saiki Kusuo (Saiki)

Games :

Professor Layton ((all of them) do NOT test me on the games, I'm a Layton nerd, you will lose. That being said, Clive my beloved)

The Lengend of Zelda ((all of them) Link and Dark Link)

Stardew Valley (Elliott and Sebastian)

Pokemon ((all of them) N)

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc (Toko and Mukuro)

Danganronpa: Goodbye Despair (Nagito. Of course it's Nagito. And Ibuki for girls I think)

Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony (Kokichi and Rantaro both on 1st place... And honestly maybe Korekiyo in second- LISTEN TO ME- my boy was weird but fine until his chapter. If you forget how dirty they did him in his chapter, he's fine!!)

Master Detective Archives: Rain Code (of course It's Yomi... I'm not okay with this man)

Genshin Impact (Kaeya since day one. Call me a simp, the luck goddess blessed me with the luck of winning him three times on the standard banner) (I have him C6 fully leveled up- I SIMP FOR THIS MAN)

Slime Rancher

The Sims 4

Among Us

Minecraft

Rune Factory Frontier (I will play the other Rune Factory at some point, I promise)

Others :

Kagerou Project (and all other derivated works) (Saeru/Kuroha and Kano and Ayano for the girls I think... Although most of them are really cool... Kido is cool too... And Ene... darn it)

Homestuck (it's been a while but I used to really like Gamzee (is anyone surprised at this point?))

Danganronpa Ghost Despair (a french fanganronpa available on YouTube with subtitles) (Jacques who is my comfort character, and Maxime, because of course I like Maxime, I mean, have you seen this man?? But Jacques has no right to be so high in my tierlist, but for some reason he is comfy...)

I know I'm forgetting something

Almost but not quite exhaustive list

#about myself #animes #mangas #games

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spidermilkshake · 1 year ago

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Dangan Island: White Rabbits, Black Rabbits (Chapter 1)

Dong Romper... Dangit Grandpa... Dongusrongus... whatever joke nickname you wanna give it, Danganronpa took m' brain and inspired me to write a bit of fun Island Mode-like AU for my favored game in the series.

Starring Not-kuya Twogami/the Ultimate Imposter as the principle POV, since I love them and they are such a drastically underrated character. Also I think my writing, uh, improves on some of the iffy things that appear in Dangan stuffs, or at least steers them and represents them in a more appropriate way. Of course teens are awkward horny weirdos sometimes--maybe doesn't excuse fanservice and going waaaay too far with the stereotyping. Ain't no saints--but don't condone their bullshit, and be sure to show their development and their good side!

Content Warnings: Bickering and Cursing on par with what appears in the game!

Word count: ~5000

Chapter 1

Jabberwock Islands

(Super-Early Morning, Summer 2012)

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It had been a bizarre week already, stranded on this archipelago of eternal summertime, but when nothing more bizarre than the appearance of the creature half-Magical Girl and half-rabbit as the full situation came to pass most of the class were able to drop their tensions. Going about the business of living in the confines of this “vacation” was really all each of them could do, and all most of them wanted to do now that their suspicions were reduced and tucked towards the backs of their minds.

The heavyset person bearing the appearance and dignified airs of Byakuya Togami, however, was still skeptical—and restless. Thick arms crossed over his puffed-up chest, half-supported by prickly-tense shoulders and the other half by propping atop the sizable stomach; sheathed in the sparkling white and smooth-ivory suit and slacks, it was a wonder he didn’t roast in such an outfit inappropriate for this climate. And yet he seemed stoic and unfazed as he paced along the pathway alongside the beachfront. His destination lay ahead, beyond a stand of tropical broadleaf shrubs towards the flat, elevated rocky end of the coast. It was a place where none of the others had cause to go—explicitly the reason for his coming here just as the fingers of reddish dawn were creeping in from the east. It would no do for Byakuya Togami to be seen behaving as he was about to—both because the Byakuya Togami did not apparently perform any such regular exercises, and if he somehow did he would not be caught dead doing so by “mere commoners”.

Satisfied he had no witnesses, his stony expression dropped and his shoulders loosened—the change in attitude seeming to almost carve a few inches from his height. Loosening up further, he took a deep breath and began to stretch; arms over, arms across, arms down until his fingers were planted flat against the ground. Shifting position with great ease and poise for his size, all his weight gathered over one side and balanced there as his other leg floated up to point out in a perfect perpendicular angle. Held—then gently planted down again—then switching sides—repeating the motions dozens of times until satisfactorily warmed up. For those first few days, he’d opted not to undergo this practice, loathe to exert any energy in the event things turned dire and he might have to use the gargantuan strength (and sheer momentum) he’d cultivated. By now, though, it would be far worse to put this off and risk falling out of practice. A few more basic strengthening motions should be enough to build up an appetite for breakfast…

It was either the zen-like focus of his exercises or the intrusive fantasizing about the Hanamura-made breakfast waiting in the near future, but either way as he braced his heels far apart and began to ease down into the more difficult stretches he missed the dull rustling of the shrubs and ferns. A horned, maned, electrically-hued head popped around the bend in the footpath and gasped aloud at the sight:

“Whoooa, Booyakasha?” Ibuki shrieked in both surprise and joy, “I had no idea you could do a split!”

The sudden voice and intrusion sent a jolt through him, and in an instinctual jerk of the neck to face the one barging in on his privacy he mistakenly dropped down the remaining few inches into the split—what would have been a perfect split, but by the sharp stings shooting through his hamstrings he knew right away only looked perfect.

“Nngn..!”

“Oof, aww, shit!” the Ultimate Musician put her hands up to her mouth before scuttling towards him, “You okay? I’m so so sorry—I didn’t mean to freak you out!” She sucked some air through her teeth on glancing down, “Shit, that’s like… rock you’re on…”

“Yes,” he grunted, supporting himself with his hands to try and stymie the pain in his legs, “I am very aware of that…” He struggled a moment longer to get his feet back under him, failed, and cast a long-suffering glare over to Ibuki. This would break character a bit, but he didn’t see any less embarrassing choices, “…Ahem, um… could you give me a hand?”

She lent him two, grabbing onto one be-suited forearm and heaving gamely. Her help was marginal despite its eager spirit, but it still did the trick and the Ultimate Imposter brought their mountainous bulk back up to a proud stance. Ibuki had yanked with so much of her strength she almost pitched backward once he was upright—stopped by her own scrambling reflexes and his hand clasping an elbow before she could fall.

“Hmph…” Crossing his arms once more, he tried to avoid looking too naturally embarrassed and instead donned the emotional mask of the Ultimate Affluent Progeny—stiff, as if trying to ignore that he was ever affected in the first place, “So, you’ve taken to snooping around in the early morning now, have you?”

“Ah! I don’t snoop, big guy!” She clicked her tongue, “And this is a path! I’m walking on it! I have every right to see you out here if you’re just, like, out here.”

“At 6:45 a.m.?” he huffed, quirking up an eyebrow.

“I was bored!” She twirled in place, seeming soothed by the waves of motion through her hair, “Hardly anyone else is up this early!”

“And you are?” The eyebrow ticked up higher, “Do you ever sleep?”

“Of course I sleep!” She snorted, “… sometimes.”

“…You couldn’t sleep, could you?”

“Well! Well! No.” She gave a defeated groan, “I get all caught up in what I’m doin’ and lose track of time…”

The Imposter eyed her throughout as she fidgeted, fighting to keep his expression from turning too worried. “Have you considered seeing Mikan about that?”

“Aww, but it’s not serious!”

“You need sleep, Mioda,” he retorted sternly, “Not sleeping is about as bad as not eating. Just consider getting her opinion on this, won’t you?”

“Sure, sure—I can’t say no to you!” She relented and then threw herself into an enthusiastic hug upon the bulwark of the Imposter’s flank, who tried not to react much aside from a disgruntled “tsk!” in Togami’s voice. “And speaking of eating—I thought I sneefed up some of Teruteru’s cooking on the way out here—we gotta get back there before everyone grabs up all the best stuff!”

“I agree…” he smirked, “Come on, let go of me. Come on, try to keep up!”

As expected, aside from Teruteru himself, they were still among the few already awake at this hour to roll into Hotel Mirai’s second floor restaurant. There was a wafting, pleasant odor flowing all throughout, forming a trail back towards the open kitchen doors where the plump little Ultimate Chef was practicing his art—half-humming and half-crooning along to something which the lyrics were fortunately indiscernible from a small radio. Nekomaru sat quietly at the larger table that most of the class tended to share, steepling his fingers as if praying for favor from the G.I. Gods through the steam of a mug of green tea. Similarly oriented to morning hours was Mahiru, sitting close by and alternately sipping a tall, creamy espresso-containing beverage and picking like a bird at one half of a toasted roll spread with something deep brown and smooth. The other half lay ignored amongst a rolled omelet and pair of nori sheafs also on her plate. Her general aversion to “overeating” was observable on her petite frame as well—even down to her birdleg-skinny fingers and wrists which she fiddled with the setting dials on the DSLR camera she kept secured to a strap about her neck. That she’d chosen any protein at all was probably only due to joining the Ultimate Team Manager so early; while he was busy psyching himself up for an attempt at something as simple as rice. It was really a wonder someone as huge and muscular as he was could stay such a shape with insides so prone to revolt, but he somehow did it and then bore it with the expected bundle of (shameless) grace.

With little fuss and no further observations, the Ultimate Imposter took the place across from the larger teenager and focused on the tabletop’s occupants. Ibuki, of course, stuck to his side like an electrifying tick and began chattering animatedly with Koizumi.

“G’ morning my big dapper daddy, an’ my beautisimous Anarchy Queen!” Teruteru’s exaggeratedly suave greeting piped over the conversation, dancing over to the table to unload two freshly-finished platters stacked with many single serving bowls as well as a multi-liter serving pot filled with steaming rice and savory miso, respectively. “More of th’ basics for y’all—the fancier stuff’ll be done in a minute!”

“I would prefer you not call me that,” the Imposter grumbled, his reprimand half-hearted at the appearance of hot starch within his reach. Ibuki clicked her chopsticks together rhythmically and grinned.

“I think it’s cute!”

“… The heir to the Togami family fortune is not… ‘cute’.”

“Alrighty, alrighty, be modest,” she giggled, then shot a dirty look over to Mahiru, and especially to her odd grimacing expression upon hearing the Musician’s praise. Of course the subject of the less-than-flattering reaction paid no mind to it, favoring an attack on the supply of calories in front of him. Shortly afterwards, the chef sauntered back in to deliver two more platters—one of strips of bonito grilled to perfection, and the other of onigiri with a stack of additional nori sheets in case anyone wanted more. As if awakened by the scent of more complex dishes, a notably bleary-looking Kazuichi stumbled in, followed by a far more collected Chiaki and Hiyoko (who seemed alert but still radiating an aura of salt—perhaps due to being too short of continue watching over the Ultimate Gamer’s shoulder on the way to breakfast).

“Hey,” Chiaki mumbled over the jingle of her game saving its progress, barely giving any of the others time to respond to her presence before she was scooping up a pair of onigiri and wolfing them down. Hiyoko’s nose crinkled up at the sight of seaweed and plucked up bonito and rice instead.

“Ack… where the hell’s the caffeine..?” Souda gestured vaguely towards Nekomaru, who grunted.

“Wouldn’t know. Tea’s over there, though.”

“Tea’s… caffeine, right?”

Nekomaru’s eyebrows twitched, “… is it?”

“Black tea, for sure—” Teruteru popped up again, flashing a fan of tea packets as if they were cash, “Pick one of these—they’re th’ quality stuff.”

“No coffee?” the Ultimate Mechanic whined, and the plump little chef suddenly seemed to go rigid with indignation.

“From that supermarket? That coffee?! The instant coffee?!” His slim arms wheeled as if smacking down the demons of low-effort cheapness, “I ain’t servin’ that dirt-flavored swill from my kitchen, in my dinin’ room, nowhere to do with me! You want one o’ those cups o’ mud, you get it yourself!”

“Ugh, man…”

“You could always try a very strongly brewed English Breakfast tea and then add some cinnamon to it,” a pleasant and poised voice enunciated from behind him, causing a cascade of instant changes to Souda’s posture and awakeness, “It is almost coffee-like, and will indeed wake you up.”

“Oh!” Kazuichi flashed an awkward grin, “I should try that, Miss Sonia! You’re so smart!”

“Hurry up and get a seat,” Hiyoko nudged the Princess, “Before Akane gets up and pigs up everything.”

“Oh, but I doubt Hanamura would ever let us starve.” Sonia said with a sweet, innocent-seeming smile as she perched beside the tiny dancer. Teruteru produced his comb from somewhere and began to preen himself, narrow chest puffing up. Souda growled under his breath, steeping his tea much more aggressively.

By the time the later-risers all trickled in—the dozy but ravening Akane coming in dead-last—the Ultimate Imposter placed down their newly emptied 7th bowl of rice and sighed. Thankfully, Mioda had not felt at all compelled to spill about the secret activities she’d witnessed, and was instead embroiled in a multi-party argument about what to do about the four islands they’d left unexplored—fearing what might be waiting there would be a lot less hospitable than on this initial “home base”.

“Couldn’t your ham—er, devas go and check that next island out and report back?” Hajime made the suggestion as mildly as he could to Gundham Tanaka, who sat broodily on the edge of the group, appearing to have all his attention taken up by feeding strips of nori and small pieces of celery to the tame rodents in question. The impression of aloofness was false; shooting the far plainer boy an indirect look, Tanaka lifted up Maga-Z in a scooped palmful.

“Indeed, they could. But reconnaissance as simple as this would be wasted on creatures of such power…”

“Um…” Mahiru gave the little hamster, sitting upright on Gundham’s hand and cleaning his whiskers, a mind-boggled stare, “Power… right…”

“They’re hamsters,” Hiyoko frowned, exasperated, “How would they be smart enough to even tell what they’d found if it wasn’t seeds of some other shitty rat-food?”

Gundham’s usual glare deepened: “Be thankful that my devas have already received their morning offerings!” He smirked, patting Jum-P on the head gently, “Mortals have become cursed for less…”

“They’re so well-trained, Hiyoko,” Sonia murmured to her, “Have you not seen them? Yesterday Gundham showed me how he could command them to get our frisbee back down from the roof! Do you remember it?”

“Yes…” Hiyoko pouted. She had a difficult time punching down when Sonia was around, since the Ultimate Princess never seemed fazed or to even remark upon the spite dripping from the dancer’s quips—always ready with a poised deflection that stopped the snide comments from pumping up her tiny ego as hoped.

“Hmph… On the bright side if the hamsters don’t come back we’ll know there’s something dangerous over there…” Souda muttered, “… or a hawk.”

“Shame on you!” Ibuki scolded, slapping the top of his hand with a half-eaten nori slip, “Have faith in our Ham-stars! We all know you’re jealous because she loves them cute little animals.”

“I am not jealous of rodents!”

“We know.” The Imposter said dryly. “We all know who you’re actually jealous of. For everyone’s benefit though, try not to wish harm on him either.”

“Erk…”

“Why don’cha just let me run over there and scope it out?” Akane interrupted while cracking her knuckles. “If I run into trouble I’ll just deck it.”

“No,” the Imposter shot the idea down right away, even faster than Nekomaru could make his objection, “No one should go anywhere unexplored alone… No, with no fewer than a group of three to be safe.” He set down his empty tea mug, “If any of us do end up going to the second island, I will insist on being part of that group.”

“Okay, but if there’s a fight waiting I wanna come too—” Akane retorted, “I can still deck it!”

“If anyone or anything needs their ass kicked, we gotta be there too,” the Ultimate Yakuza, taking up two chairs by propping up his crossed legs, volunteered along with Pekoyama’s confident nod. One glance at the most well-armed among them was enough to dissipate all potential argument.

“And that should only be necessary if Gundham doesn’t get anything conclusive, right?” Chiaki asked, a flicker of uncharacteristic concern flashing through her normally cool, unbothered eyes. Something about it seemed… suddenly too aware to him, and the Imposter watched her face as he gave a nod of confirmation.

“If Tanaka is willing to try,” he glanced towards the Ultimate Animal Breeder, careful to keep his eye contact on the hamsters instead of the human he addressed, “Are you up for sending them over the bridge?”

Gundham made a sharp series of clicks with his tongue and lowered one arm into a ramp up to his shoulders—the four creatures scampered up with military formation and adroitness, up into their concealed spaces: “They shall heed my orders posthaste! Each shall return from the forbidden lands with a portent of what lies there—good, or evil.”

“Amazing…” The Imposter almost jumped at the dull, spacey voice. He had almost forgotten Nagito was present. Hajime certainly had, as the most off-putting boy had decided to silently take up the seat right next to him without his knowledge. The amnesiac scooted strongly away, almost bracing himself against Fuyuhiko’s second chair as Komaeda let out a low chuckle.

“And Komaeda—I have something that you need to do as well.” The Imposter leaned in, snapping back into a more Byakuya-esque, demanding tone.

“Really?” His eyes sparkled, in the way that errant, housefire-inspiring sparks from a faulty radiator might, “Our leader has a task for the likes of me?”

“Yes. You’re going to stay a long way from anyone having anything to do with the exploration.”

“…Ah.”

“You know it’s safer that way.”

“Of course!” And Nagito recovered with a smile, “Well, I can just stick with Hajime. Heh, maybe we’ll get lucky and discover something we missed on this island.”

The Imposter was relieved. Nagito always seemed like there was a bit of a restless, almost mischievous nature buried under the lax, self-deprecating mannerisms; at the very least this way he had agreed to listen and would be chaperoned by a more trustworthy classmate. Though… glancing past Nagito and catching the exasperated flinch that briefly crossed poor Hajime’s face, he did feel briefly guilty for saddling the poor kid with this duty. Still—one of them being uncomfortable for a few hours was better than risking the Rube Goldberg’s Machine type of bodily harm to their whole group that was exponentially more likely the closer the Ultimate Luck approached…

The sun was cresting the top of the distant air control tower when the gathering of interested parties commenced. The soft, grassy areas on the side of the cracked, rutted paths of the Central Island leading up to the bridge was ideal to shelter from the approaching noon sun under palms and thick, flowering tropical shrubs. Teruteru had taken it upon himself to lug along a cooler full of fruit flavor popsicles and chilled canned drinks while enlisting the Imposter to carry his larger cooler of sandwiches he’d prepared (in case anyone got peckish while waiting).

The bridge loomed. While a cordoned-off area, the rope barring entry was such that, except at its low center, Hiyoko could have lightly ducked under it with no problem. Facing it now, the Imposter wondered if that perplexing rabbit character (robot?) that periodically barged in on them would really block off something truly dangerous with such a weak measure—either out of malice or plain incompetence. Those who’d opted to take this risk had all gathered: Himself, Fuyuhiko, Peko, Akane, and Mikan in the event injuries were sustained. They’d all clustered behind where Gundham was at work preparing his larger-than-life rodent companions for their recon mission. Sonia crouched close by, cooing her best wishes to the hamsters and unaware of how incredibly bashful it was making their keeper. Nekomaru and Mahiru sat in the shade not far from where Teruteru was fussing over his accommodations, ready to be back-up help should their classmates end up needing help.

“Wish the damn park had a bathroom…” the huge man grumbled, his tension not lost on the Ultimate Photographer even though his voice was casual. Mahiru cleared her throat a bit.

“Yeah… it’s a very bad public facilities policy.” She pushed a small baggie of toilet paper and sealable plastic bags from behind her, “I put this together in case of emergency. Honestly, if whoever owns or maintains this place didn’t want poop in the bushes, then they should’ve put in a little restroom building like most parks…”

“Whoa!” Nekomaru relaxed, “Geez, thanks for thinking ahead! It’s been a while since someone did somethin’ like that.”

“No problem,” Mahiru sat up, properly folding her hands over her bent knees, “There’s no excuse for no public restroom. Someone has to plan for this kind of thing… and honestly, f… fuck ‘em for not planning well.”

As Nekomaru’s jovial cackles faded into echoes, Gundham whispered a few final commands down to his Four Dark Devas of Destruction’s ears—each now equipped with a tiny bandolier of sunflower seeds, small nails and a hairpin like teeny pitons and lockpicking devices. The lineup of attentive hamsters broke their formation and took to the bridge, hopping easily over to gaps in the wood and metal beams. The Ultimate Breeder stood and faced the waiting group:

“My Devas shall return on the next hour—earlier if they encounter a truly terrible opponent.”

It was really only a matter of time: Sonia and Gundham waited right by the end of the bridge for signs of the clever hamsters’ return, occasionally chatting back and forth but both remaining quite serious. As the sun inched higher, Mikan with a flustered authority ordered a set of the popsicles be passed around—each according to their preferred flavor—to keep hydrated and cool. Despite some backchat from Fuyuhiko before he ultimately settled for the sourest flavor, everyone had a pleasant moment to blow off the heat and stress while seated in the palm shade.

It was when Gundham jolted into a ramrod-straight posture that anyone knew his dutiful scouts had completed their mission; San-D, thirsty from the long run back, had grabbed at his half-finished lemon popsicle and began licking at it with great ferocity. At the round rodent’s feet was a grubby receipt, crumpled and punctured in a few places by hamster fangs.

“Aha!” Gundham scooped up the hamster, popsicle and all, into both hands, “Supernova Silver Fox San-D! You have returned with nary a scratch! I implore you—show us your spoils!”

San-D finished melting a few more licks of the sugary treat first, but did indeed follow the command given. The little hamster grabbed up the old receipt and with both paws stretched it out so that much of it could be read easily by “mortal eyes”.

“I’m not sure… I can fully read the runes here,” Sonia said awkwardly. Peko leaned over, instantly groaning at the tremendous mundanity of the paper’s contents.

“It’s a receipt from a diner, I think,” she said with two fingers over the bridge of her nose, “Not mainstream, more likely a family restaurant or something.”

“San-D must’ve been hungry!” Sonia cooed, petting the smooth fur while the hamster posed in pride, “Now at least we know there’s a source of food over there!”

“I think I see another,” the Imposter said mid-squint, and the tan-and-white form hopping over the bridge’s gaps grew larger. Maga-Z, followed a minute later by Jum-P, came up to Gundham with pieces of paperwork clenched in their teeth, only slightly punctured.

“What’s it say?” Fuyuhiko poked over the Ultimate Breeder’s shoulder, who shushed and thrust out an arm for space. After a few moments of anticipation, Gundham turned to the group and held out the two raggedy papers as if antique curse scrolls.

“Maga-Z has recovered this from the far southern point of that island,” he explained, “And Jum-P has traveled from the northern-central area to bring us this—if I may say so immediately, it is clearly a script given along with a prescription medicine.”

“There must be a pharmaceutical facility over there to have that,” Mikan wavered. “P-probably a more populated island?”

“Maybe not so populated now…” Akane growled, “With the state of the hotel and especially the airport. And with that farm and market on our island, what’re the odds no one in the past week wanted fresh eggs or gummy candy at least? What that stupid rabbit thing said is just getting creepier and creepier…”

“If it turns out there is anyone else on these islands, I highly doubt any would be too bothered by these… barriers,” the Imposter frowned, “especially on such small islands. It could be the only market like ours is here, and the only pharmacy on this second island. I think it’s now safe to assume that this Usami character is right. We are the only people here, for better or worse.”

Gundham plucked up the other paper from the hamster’s little paws, though it was really more of a piece of cardstock. He looked confused, and passed it to Sonia, who gasped.

“Oh, it is, ah… not a ‘library card’, but, um…” She peered back over to Mahiru and Mikan who were studying it over her shoulders, “…what are these things called? The cards you get in the books at libraries?”

“U-uh…” Mikan thought about it, blanking hard on any sort of consistent name for the things.

“I’m not sure they have a name,” Koizumi frowned, “but we know what you’re talking about. Does it have a date stamp on it?”

“No, it is blank,” Sonia looked down. “But Maga-Z must have found a library! Where else would he get an unused card like this?”

“A pharmacy, a restaurant, and a library…” Pekoyama mused, “It almost seems as if each new island is outfitted with a few different facilities. I’m not sure I like how empty is all is in light of that.”

“Well—yeah, that makes it all even more weird as fuck,” Fuyuhiko crossed his arms, “Either these ain’t the real Jabberwock Islands and fake setups with nobody ever being here before us… Or somethin’ happened to the population to make it zero.”

“Indeed…” Gundham narrowed his eyes, “That rabbit… such creatures’ capacity for violence and aggression is commonly underestimated. The Bunny is, in reality, one of Nature’s most vicious beasts…”

“U-um… speaking of things that aren’t here…” Mikan peeped through the others’ speculations with her fingers linking and fidgeting together, “Don’t you have a f-fourth hamster..?”

“Ah,” Gundham stared long and hard back across the bridge, towards the large outline of an imposing building which stood tall enough to form part of the island’s horizon, “Invading Black Dragon Cham-P I sent specifically to seek out that foreboding fortress visible even from here. His divine intellect is most suited to that task…” He tweaked his scarf slightly, menacing aura faltering a bit, “… though he, um, is not a creature to be hurried.”

This was no understatement. Minutes rolled on, with Tanaka anxiously cradling the other three devas in the folds of his scarf, until Akane gave a shout that she could see a chubby, round, golden-brown ball ambling towards them. When the hamster finally made it to his master, everyone noticed right away that Cham-P lacked any kind of paper scraps or other recovered objects. As the critter entered the circle of confused observers, he went rigid and stood up on his hind legs, as if waiting for attention.

“What’s it… doing?” Mahiru said. The Imposter, however, was not perplexed for long as the small animal began to scratch and scrape at the sandy ground—watching as defined markings began to appear. Cham-P finally scuttled back from his work with a few proud wiggles of his fat cheeks.

“It says ‘mirai’,” Togami’s voice declared, earning a surprised gasp from Mikan and a few hums of understanding from the others gathered around, “just like the name of the hotel.”

“…Does that mean there’s another hotel over there?” Nekomaru wondered, but the Imposter shook his head.

“I doubt it. It’s more likely that the Future theme is a name in common across multiple institutions on these islands…” Even as they heard the words leave their mouth something about it gave him a shudder; he shelved the thought for when he was not surrounded by the others.

“Oh… like how things keep gettin’ called ‘Jabberwock’ here!” Akane pieced together, prompting Fuyuhiko to give the ground an annoyed scuff.

“Island’s called that,” he groused, “fuckin’ idiot…”

“It does not appear Cham-P was able to enter that ominous building,” Sonia said while tickling his cheeks, “But also, none of them ran into any trouble. Perhaps the next island is truly empty except for buildings.”

“It should be safe to explore in our group then,” Peko nodded, “so long as we take it slowly and look out for each other.”

“Try to keep out of the way of that rabbit thing as well. I wouldn’t doubt she may try to hold us up if she has different ideas for our time here…” The Imposter added, straightening up and squaring his stance. “Tanaka, Nevermind—let the others know what we’ve found out. And let everyone know we’re on our way to the second island.”

Understanding the commands, the hamsters took off towards the hotel first after giving a series of tiny salutes. Surprised for a second, Gundham fell into stride behind them, with Sonia joyfully following in the part hominid, part rodent parade. He adjusted Byakuya’s glasses on his nose, giving himself a moment to comprehend that the Ultimate Breeder’s pets themselves comprehended human language (much less would opt to obey an order from someone who wasn’t Tanaka). Snapping out of it, he strode to lead the group towards the bridge and gripped the loose cord barring passage—

“Here, let me—”

SNAP!

“—get that… off there… for you…?” Akane trailed off into bewildered silence, ogling the chunky fist clenched around the snapped-off bracket.

“That won’t be necessary,” he brushed her off, tossing aside the coil of rope along with the busted metal ring which had secured it in place against the bridge’s railing. “Let’s go—follow me.”

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despair-to-future-arcs · 7 months ago

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I still believe there’s something shady behind this.

I think so, especially given what I know about Kikue...

CHIAKI: From what I'm seeing of Kikue's profile, she score quite low on the exams during the first year.

Indeed and that is the part that confuses me, Kikue would never score that lowly; she actually did the most studying and even her own teacher stated that she would score very high which she was just as confused as the rest of us.

In fact, I think all of us at the time thought Ibuki or Akane was going to get kick out.

CHIAKI: Wait, you mean those 2?

Well of course and I'm not saying that to be harsh or cruel, it was obvious to everyone that either of those 2 were going to get the kick from Class 77, like it or not - that is how Hope's Peak Academy was run.

If you score the lowest of your Class year, one person is to be expelled, no exception; it was the same for our senior year too so studying for the exams was necessary.

So why... why did Kikue get expelled?! I still don't understand how it happen but it did!

...

Date: July 10th, 2010

*at the library, the girls of Class 77 were all studying together*

Man... why do we gotta study? I really don't wanna study...

But we have to, given that written exams are 50 percent of your exam grade.

Exactly, unless you want to be kick out then you better continue to study, even if you aren't good at it.

Easy for you to say, you 2 got talents that have history while mine is music, not sure why I have to write it and even Akane might do better because se at least has Nekomaru helping her and Shoji is in Class 76 so meaning I'm on my own.

Yeah but even then I tend to fall asleep, it's hard to focus on that stuff when all I can do is perform some tricks.

Yeah... honestly I think for those that have talents that aren't written; we all probably are gonna have a hard time.

Oh well, except for Kikue; she probably grade the highest of us!

*has a bunch of books around her and reading them and writing* ...

Yeah honestly thinking on it, Kikue getting the highest score would be easy.

Say Kikue... can you maybe give us some tips to help us out?

Hey, no cheating Kiriko! I thought that was clear we don't do that!

I know co-student council president but I just figure asking for some tips could be helpful and it's not cheating; just some advice and besides, it's not like we are asking for her notes; after all, it's just to help make studying easier for some of us.

You want some tips? Well, I wouldn't mind to give you all some.

Well if I have to give advice here; I recommend to keep your area clean, it helps when working also background music can really help too.

Whoa so listening to music can help?

Well yeah a psychologist name Francis Rauscher, whose research on music and the brain inadvertently prompted the whole “play classical music to your unborn child” craze, the brain can improve certain cognitive skills so maybe bring some headphones and CDs to listen to and it doesn't have to classical either, whatever music you enjoy and helps with studying should do.

Hmm, okay I guess I can do that; I was always told that not listen to my music but that's useful.

Indeed, as long as your not distracting others; you should be fine. While for Akane, I do recommend bringing some snack foods you can eat while studying; probably fish, nuts, seeds, yogurt and blueberries would help out.

Wait so your saying that food can help with studying too?

Yeah it can, choosing nutritious foods that have been proven to aid concentration and memory, even eating a good meal before exams can help as well. I can make some recommendations of what you can eat if it helps and write them down.

Okay, thanks! I'll be sure to keep that in mind and have Coach Nekomaru get me some.

Thank you so much Kikue, I think having you help us with studying really has help and might make it easier.

It's fine, after all; I think if we all want to success then it's best to work together and try to ask for help; that is what we should be doing so let's keep going.

'Kikue help with study group sessions, giving us all tips and advice to help with our exams, she seem like she would score the highest and even told us that even if we don't success; the best we did is at least try...but... but she didn't pass...'

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the-ultimate-muses · 8 months ago

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🕯️(Instead of my muse, what do Gundham and/or Kazuichi think of Class 77-B as a whole, Miss Yukizome, and Hope's Peak Academy? Do they like Hope's Peak more than their old schools?)

Pry my muses brain!! (X)

"This class is...interesting. Diversity is abound, and yet somehow we have all been invited through the same course of life. I do not understand it. How is a learned talent anything alike a position one was born into? My own 'talent', it is nothing but knowledge, nothing someone else could not learn from the same books as I. Very few of us have what is called a talent, and yet here we are. This is a place of falsehoods, a mockery of what a schools true intentions should be. They do not nurture, they alienate, create a divide between us, and the reserve. I hate it with a great passion, however without them, my mother would not have a home. Still, it was not given out of desire, but of necessity. They do not care for us, only what we may do for them. I shudder to think what other classes may be like, without a teacher like our own. She understands we cannot all rely on 'talent', that nothing is certain, no matter what reputation the school has. Should I have it my way, I would burn it all to the ground and start anew, no matter if they've given my mother a home or not, sentiment I know very well that she shares.

As for the class as a whole, only a select few know who they are, and what it is they desire out of life. And...I do not believe any of us truly wish to be where we are in life, aside from the cursed one. May we all create the life we need, not that which we desire, and may this school not bring us all to our knees before that time, like it has so many others that have resided within its walls."

"Pretty sure the only person who doesn't hate me is Ibuki, but I don't think she knows how to hate people, a-and that everyone else just kinda deals with me. I mean, I don't really blame them, and if it wasn't for teach, I'd just stay in my garage all day, where I belong....

The school, it's fucking stupid, treating us like we're better than everyone else just because we can do stuff good. All this place wants from me is free labor, I don't think they give two shits what happens to me, so long as I fix shit for them. If...if they really cared, why don't they...I mean, they know a ton about us all, right? It's how they found us, but....they never help us. My dad...I know they know about him, but...they don't....I-I'm still...all they want from me is free labor, to get money by hiring me out to whoever pays the highest price for my work. If I go over my 'allowance' for the month? They don't give a flying fuck, and if I make money and don't tell them? I get less money the next month. All this fucking talent, and there are still nights I...that I don't even eat. If we're the hope of humanity, or whatever, why don't they ever care about what we want, instead of whatever they can use us for?"

#scuse me while i pull lore outta my ass hfdgfdg #hopes peak is Evil to me i know in my soul they dont give a good goddamn about the students #maybe they once did #but not anymore #muse: gundham tanaka #muse: kazuichi soda #more-than-a-princess

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radio-ronpa · 6 months ago

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Disneyronpa 2: The Cash Grab Sequel

Oh, we're doing this. I've got something to prove to myself now.

Same rules as V3 apply, with the added rules that I can't use any of the ones from the last batch, and the song has to have been written specifically for the film (no Elvis from Lilo and Stitch. However, I can go back to a movie if I used it in the V3 batch.

1. Akane Owari - Streets of Gold (Oliver and Company)

Akane might not be scrounging to feed her siblings anymore, but this song captures her attitude anyways

2. Byakuya T(w)ogami - Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dee (An Actor's Life For Me) (Pinocchio)

Thank goodness Twogami is considerably more altruistic than Honest John.

3. Chiaki Nanami - Goodbye May Seem Forever (The Fox and the Hound)

[Modvocado was unable to provide commentary because he was ugly crying too much.]

4. Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu - The Elegant Captain Hook (Peter Pan)

Sign up for the yaku-- I mean, a pirate crew! Come work for this fancy lad with anger issues! Golden Age of Piracy AU when?

5. Gundham Tanaka - The Headless Horseman (The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad)

That's right, we're going deep cuts on this bitch. Spooky and devilish, but still a good time.

6. Hajime Hinata - Part of Your World (The Little Mermaid)

I wanna be where the Ultimates are. Hajime's definitely a fish out of water. And as with Shuichi, our main protags get princess songs.

7. Hiyoko Sayonji - When I Am Older (Frozen 2)

Well, I couldn't give her I Know Things Now from Into the Woods, so please accept this as a substitute. Growing up is hard, and even more so when all your friends keep getting murdered.

8. Kazuichi Souda - Fixer Upper (Frozen)

Poor Kazuichi. He's trying his best, damn it.

9. Ibuki Mioda - Trashin' the Camp (Tarzan)

One, this song is pure joyful chaos, just like Ibuki. Two, I'm pretty sure she's made music with weirder techniques than smashing pottery.

10. Mahiru Koizumi - Almost There (The Princess and the Frog)

Like Tiana, Mahiru is hardworking, optimistic, and completely over the men surrounding her.

11. Mikan Tsumiki - Mother Knows Best (Tangled)

There may not be any actual moms around, but I'm pretty sure this is what Mikan hears in her brain at all times.

12. Nagito Komaeda - Waiting on a Miracle (Encanto)

Unlike Hajime in his separate world, Nagito is a part of the family, but his opinion of his 'useless talent' keeps him on the sidelines, trapped in adoration for the talented while fucked up about his own place.

13. Nekomaru Nidai - One Last Hope (Hercules)

Phil's methods might be a little different than Nekomaru's, but the love for their athletes is the same.

14. Peko Pekoyama - Let Me Be Good to You (The Great Mouse Detective)

Okay, Peko wouldn't be caught dead doing a burlesque number (not sober anyways), but it's also at its core a song about serving (in some capacity) an emotionally constipated criminal bad boy, and well, Fuyupeko for life.

15. Sonia Nevermind - With a Smile and a Song (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves)

The Ultimate Princess gets the original Disney Princess song. There's been many princesses since Snow White, but some things are just universal.

16. Teruteru Hanamura - Be Our Guest (Beauty and the Beast)

I'm not going to lie, this was almost Les Poissons, but Be Our Guest won out in the end. Lumiere is definitely the kind of smooth Teruteru thinks himself as.

This one was definitely harder, but still super fun. I've already got ideas for Trigger Happy Havoc.

Disney I want songs for each V3 character, go!

I got this a few days ago and I've been ruminating on it. I think I've finally settled on them? Plus notes on why I picked that song.

Here's the rules: Has to be from an official Disney Animated Classic (no Pixar, live action, or straight to vid sequels). Must occur within the run time of animation (no songs that only appear in the credits, ala True to Your Heart from Mulan). Only one song can be used from a particular film.

Let's fucking goooooo.

1. Angie Yonaga - Give a Little Whistle (Pinocchio)

Have you ever seen Jiminy Cricket and Atua in the same place? Think about it.

2. Gonta Gokuhara - The Bare Necessities (The Jungle Book)

Optimistic, joyous, and appreciative of all of life's moments, even if they are very small.

3. Himiko Yumeno - The Next Right Thing (Frozen 2)

If there was a DRV3 stage musical, this would be the number she does at the end of Trial 3. It's literally perfect.

4. Kaede Akamatsu - Good Company (Oliver and Company)

The scene with this song in the movie is literally a piano lesson, and it's about being friends and having faith in that. How could I not?

5. Kaito Momota - Go the Distance (Hercules)

Oh, I want to be a hero because I feel like I don't belong anywhere and I want to be strong enough to give my friends good hugs? Herc and Kaito are both beautiful himbos.

6. Kiibo - Strangers Like Me (Tarzan)

I mean, Keebs is real Pinocchio sometimes, but I started crying imagining him to this song. He's so earnest and I love that for him.

7. Kirumi Tojo - Very Good Advice (Alice in Wonderland)

Classic, underappreciated, and sad as fuck.

8. Kokichi Ouma - The World's Greatest Criminal Mind (The Great Mouse Detective)

Look, this song is just fun and chaotic and delighted by its own mischief. There's so many ways you can go with Kokichi, but I had to pick this one for sheer giggles.

9. Korekiyo Shinguji - Never Smile at a Crocodile (Peter Pan)

JUST READ THE FUCKING LYRICS.

10. Maki Harukawa - Reflection (Mulan)

It's cliche. It's also true.

11. Miu Iruma - The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers (The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh)

Kind of unhinged and still somehow endearing. Miu Iruma is bounchy flouncy fun fun fun fun fun.

12. Rantaro Amami - Thomas O'Malley Cat (The Aristocats)

The fucking swagger. The worldliness. The feet that can't stop moving. (Of course Rantaro is my favorite character. I adored that cat.)

13. Ryoma Hoshi - Not in Nottingham (Robin Hood)

For the love of god, somebody hug that man.

14. Shuichi Saihara - This Wish (Wish)

If The Next Right Thing is Trial 3 of the DRV3 Disney musical, This Wish is the end of Trial 6. This is Shuichi standing up and telling the villain that they're not going to give in to despair, honoring Kaede's wish with his own. Plus, it's a princess song. I gotta give the main protag the princess song.

15. Tenko Chabashira - Surface Pressure (Encanto)

Tenko doesn't have a complex about being strong and defending people, what gave you that idea?

16. Tsumugi Shirogane - Mad Madam Mim (The Sword in the Stone)

Using your powers of shapeshifting to delight in causing despair and gloom? Can't relate.

This was a wild three hours of research and spreadsheets, and it was delightful fun to do.

Thanks, anon.

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ibuki-loves-you · 4 years ago

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Drv3 boys(or any of your choice) with a s/o that's mikan reincarnated(not literally just personality and action wise very similar)

DRV3 Boys with a S/O that is like Mikan

Warnings: Mikan's personality/actions

Mod Ibuki: This was so fun to write! Sorry if it's a little repetitive

Shuichi:

Oh boy-

Shuichi and you are both shy

But you moreso than him, so he gets really protective

He wants no one making fun of you or using you

One time you thought he was mad at you

You were nonstop apologizing and offering to take your clothes off

His heart shattered

"S/O, I'm not mad I promise! You did absolutely nothing wrong. Don't worry, it's okay."

When you get like this he just holds you and pets your hair

And gives you lots of forehead kisses

If you ever fell in front of him he would try to prevent it by either catching you or warning you

If he doesn't then he just helps you up and covers you if need be

"I-I'm sorryyyy!" "It's okay, baby. Don't apologize, it's okay."

When Kokichi began trying to make you upset, he was livid

"Hey, S/O! You're making me really angry!" "Am I?! I-I'm so sorry! I-I'll take my-" "Shut up, Kokichi. S/O, you did nothing wrong. He's trying to upset you. Ignore him, he isn't worth it." "O-Oh..."

Shuichi just wants you to be safe, and he's willing to do a lot for you to be that

Kaito:

Kaito thinks your shy nature is adorable!

Like Shuichi, he is also very protective

He doesn't want anyone cough Kokichi taking advantage of you

Kaito gets really upset when you apologize consistently

He's been trying to work with you on it

"I-I-I'm so s-sorry!!!" "S/O, babe! It's okay! You did nothing wrong! Don't apologize!"

Kaito doesn't mind that you are clumsy

It just gives him a reason to hold onto you!

But if you do end up taking a fall, he's quick to help

And rip anyone who makes fun of you a new one

Before you two were dating, Miu frequently insulted you

Almost every time she did you freaked out

"Ahhhhh! I-I'm sorry!! I-I'll take m-my clothes off if y-you want!"

Kaito shut that shit down quick

"S/O, no. You don't have to do that."

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd be pretty sad

"S/O, I promise you that I am not mad. I swear on every star in the sky."

Boy loves you so much and just wants you to be the best person you can be

Rantaro:

As soon as Rantaro saw you he immediately wanted to protect you

No one ever really tries to fuck with you because Rantaro will get mad and since it's pretty hard to make him angry everyone got freaked out

Everyone learned that the hard way

First time Kokichi tried fucking with you Rantaro handed his ass to him on a silver platter

"Hey, S/O! Heard you can do animal impressions super well! Mind showing me what a dog looks like?" "O-Okay..."

Rantaro never pulled you to his chest so quick

"So help me, Kokichi. Don't you fucking dare."

No one really heard him swore before so everyone was freaked out

If you took a fall in front of him, his reflexes are quick

If he couldn't catch you, he's insanely fast you help or cover you up

No one is catching a glance at you don't worry

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he'd immediately go to comfort you

"I-I'm sorry! I-I d-didn't mean to upset y-you!"

"No, baby please. Don't apologize. You did nothing wrong. You did nothing to upset me. I'm not mad, either. I promise. I'll even pinky promise."

Rantaro loves you so so much just let him hold you I'd make his entire life <3

Kokichi:

At first, Kokichi thought it was hilarious

He thought you were just shy

Until you offered to take your clothes off because he started fake-crying

Ever since then he hasn't played intense pranks on you, teased you, etcetera

No one has ever seen him actually care about someone

So it was a shock when he snapped at Miu for making fun of you

"Fuckin' slut! Why don't you offer to take your clothes off for me!?" "I-I'm s-sorry! I-I will if y-you want!"

"Listen you fucking skank. They aren't gonna do that for you because you don't control them. So why don't you carry your sorry ass to your dorm and go play with yourself."

Miu was appalled, just like everyone else

She just cowered away and muttered an apology

Kokichi is well aware that you are clumsy

If you're embarrassed because of a fall, he'll trip too

Or start crying to divert attention

Say you land in a rather awkward position, he will cover you up as soon as he sees and if anyone looks he will throw hands

If you were to think he was mad at you for some reason, he would feel so bad it's not even funny

"S/O... I'm not mad! I couldn't be mad at you. You're too cute to get mad at! You did absolutely nothing wrong, so don't apologize!"

You're Kokichi's soft spot <3

Ryoma:

Never once has he laughed or made fun of you

If anything, he lowkey pitied you

Although Ryoma is small, he can and will fuck someone up for you if it came down to it

One time he nailed Kokichi in the shin with a tennis racket for telling you to act like a cat

"Say it again, I dare you."

Kokichi didn't bother you for a while

If you ever thought he was angry with you, poor boy would have mixed emotions

He would be upset but also angry with himself for making you think that

"Hey... I'm not mad. I don't think I have the ability to be mad at you. I promise, you did nothing to piss me off."

Ryoma can't really catch you if you fall, but he's quick to try and help you up

If you are exposed in some way, he will stand in front of you until you fix yourself

He will protect you for as long as he lives and that's a promise

Gonta:

Gonta was kinda clueless when it came to you

You were shy? Okay!

Even though he didn't really understand, he knew some things were wrong

Like when Miu would insult you and you'd either cry or offer to please her

"Miu! That's not nice! Don't say that to S/O! You don't have to do anything you don't want, S/O!"

Ever since then Gonta got pretty protective

If you ever thought he was mad, he'd probably bawl

"G-Gonta not mad at S/O! Gonta promise! Gonta not mad at all!"

Falling is 50/50 with him

Half of the time he catched you beforehand

The other half you fall and he feels bad

But either way he shields you and helps you up immediately

"Because it's what gentleman do!"

You're like a butterfly to him

Fragile and something that he wants to keep safe

Korekiyo:

Kiyo found you facinating

Your timid nature drew him to you at first

He would merely talk to you and try to be your friend

"Is there a reason why you are so shy, dear?" "O-Oh, I got b-bullied a lot...I-I'm sorry! I should k-keep my sob story to m-myself!" "Please don't apologize. I would like to know as much about you as you'd let me." "O-Oh...o-okay..."

Ever since that first conversation he kept you out of harms way

One day, Miu started insulting you (as usual)

"Ahhhh! I-I'm sorry! I-I can t-take my clothes off i-if you want!" "Hell ye-!" "Say such a thing again and I will be sure to make the next trial yours."

He worked with you a lot after that about offering to take your clothes off in return for forgiveness

"Darling, you have no one to please except yourself. Your body is yours and you should not offer to display it to those you don't want to. Especially if they are unworthy of seeing such a beautiful sight."

If you ever thought he was mad at you, he would be quick to tell you otherwise

"Never, my dear. I am certainly not angry with you. I swear, I don't think I possess the ability to be angered by you."

Kiyo has helped you grow so much, and that's the most beautiful thing in his eyes <3

Kiibo:

When Kiibo first met you, he had a strange feeling

He went to Miu about it and laughed in his face

She told him he was feeling protective

"What a strange feeling...should I act on it?" "Hell yeah!!"

"S/O, I have a feeling called 'protectiveness' towards you." "O-Oh! I-I don't know w-why you'd have such a feeling towards a n-nobody like m-me..." "Don't say such things! Would you like to accompany me to the library?" "I-If it's not a b-bother..."

Miu wouldn't make fun of you, she actually considers you a friend

Kokichi though

Another story

"Hey, S/O! You really pissed me off yesterday!" "Ahhhh!!! I-I'm so sorry!! D-Do you w-want me to take off m-my clothes?" "No, S/O! That isn't necessary! He is lying and is trying to make you upset!"

Miu would deal with Kokichi don't you worry S/O

If you ever thought Kiibo was mad at you, he'd be so confused

"What caused you to think I was angry? Actually, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you know I am not mad in the slightest."

If you ever took a fall in front of him, he would help you up immediately!

But if you fell in a suggestive position, he'd crash

Tenko would rush to help you if that happened

Then she'd curse him out on his degenerate male robot brain

Moral of the story, Kiibo wants to protect you from anything that comes your way! And trust me, he will not fail you!

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wrinkled-sheets-and-sunlight · 4 months ago

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With the stories he'd heard over the years about sex; what his first time in general should be like, let alone his first with a specific partner, he'd built it up in his head as almost something to be afraid of. Not in the sense that he wanted to avoid it entirely, but that his first was going to be something he'd be far more anxious about when the time came. But with Gundham, he was nervous, sure, but in a way that makde him eager to continue, to prove those nerves wrong so come next time, he won't even have to deal with such reservations at the start and could get right to kissing the breath out of Gundham's lungs whenever the mood struck him. His gender was a whole different issue, something he had been playing out over and over in his head on how such a reveal might turn out when he eventually would date someone, but with Gundham, it hadn't really been as scary as he'd convinced himself it would be. Gundham didn't give a shit about that sort of thing, even played with the ideas of gender, or rather lack there of, himself. It hadn't been something he was afraid of telling him, with fear being born of rejection, but just the typical nerves that might come with such a revlation. He hadn't known how to tell him more than he didn't want to, and then he had to go and be stupid with his bindings, which...he was almost thankful for. It forced him to tell Gundham and stop dragging his feet, it being a weight off his shoulders that he hadn't realized had been so heavy until unloading ite. He didn't like worrying Gundham, but it was a bonus that it meant the breeder checked on him more through the day. It made him feel cared for in a way he never had before.

It was easy with Gundham, and Kaz knew that no matter what the future held, this wasn't something he would regret, not with him. In this moment, he felt loved and that was all that mattered in the end.

Giving a laugh as he's moved, Kazuichi would swear he felt his blush where it trailed down his torso, almost like it was growing hotter wherever Gundham's eyes fell against it. "Can you blame me? I could have finished just from sucking you off, babe." Wiggling with the kisses whenever landing against a particularly ticklish spot, Kazuichi sat up so quickly to shimmy out of his coveralls that had Gundham been any closer, he very well might have taken them both out.

"I don't give a shit about this old thing. I have like three, and I swear Ibuki has to fix them at least once a week." Really, he should look into replacing them, but it felt like a waste of money when he could still find use of them, no matter how threadbare they were.

Even after tossing the garish garment to the floor, he kept his colorful boxer on, though they were hanging rather low after taking off his top layer. It wasn't that he was self-conscious and didn't want to be so exposed (his brain was far too buzzed with arousal to even think of such things now), but more so that he figured Gundham might enjoy taking off the final piece himself.

Flopping back down against the mattress, Kazuichi eagerly pulled Gundham into a series of heated kisses with hardly a breath in between, his body practically vibrating with anticipation as to what the breeder had planned in that stupid hot head of his.

It was as if Kazuichi was in a trance with how easily he fell in line with Gundham's movements, there being only enough resistance needed to support himself where he'd melted into the breeder's touch. The praise gets met with a blissed out giggle, it being more air than sound as it worked through heaving lungs.

"Can I have both?" Words left him before any other thought could be had over choice, his body pressing into his partner's as much as possible while shaky fingers gripped at the breeder's bare shoulders hard enough to leave indents with his nails. "I want- I n-need it, need you, please-"

#k well everyone say goodbye to kaz now because thats going to Kill Him lmao #muse: kazuichi soda #nsft #lemon secnted memories #mobile bound

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dangan-castle · 4 years ago

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Nagito with an SHSL Voice actor s/o

So I’ve been replaying a couple of visual novels lately and I’ve was having a lot of fun when trying to voice act the characters, so because of this and my Nagito simp brain, this idea just randomly popped in my head

- As always, Nagito is amazed by your talent

- Its amazing how you can imitate and make up so many different kinds of voices

- He also to watch you when you imitate other people

- “Hey Hey S/O! Can you imitate Ibuki?” “[insert ibuki voice] Yep Yep! S/o sure can! Good Nom Nom Nomming everyone! Oh wait its the afternoon? Well that doesn’t mean today isn’t going to be absolutely swell!” (Idk how to write ibuki alsjshshsuw-)

- “Hey Akane, why so blue?” “Eh, Coach Nekomaru is sick I’m just not feelin’ like doing much right now.” “Oh. [insert nidai voice] WELL I BELIEVE THAT EVEN WITHOUT MY HELP, YOU CAN STILL TRAIN YOURSELF TO BE THE BEST OF THE BEST!!! I KNOW I’LL FEEL BETTER SOON SO YOU SHOULD PROVE YOURSELF TO ME THAT YOU ARE PREPARED TO FIGHT WHILE I RECOVER!!!” “Yeah! You’re right! I’m gonna prove em’ that I can beat em’ this time, no matter what!!”

- He likes it when you entertain and motivate people with your talent

- On the weekends, Nagito likes to read books or visual novels and hear you imitate the characters that are talking

- A way to comfort Nagito is to give him compliments in his voice as if he’s complimenting himself

- When Nagito has his self-loathing times you just go to him and say in his voice: “Well actually, I’m not trash. Despite my title not being the most interesting-sounding I actually have just as much potential as the other ultimates, in fact, my luck is so unpredictable and interesting it practically deserves to be called ‘ultimate luck’! And its true that I may be a bit much but all I really want for the ultimates is for them to try their best and defeat the darkest of despair! I see myself as this absolute burden that can only give away his life for the sake of hope, but I know that my own passion and determination is so bright that even I can break through this habit and pursue hope with the rest of my friends!” (Sorry this is pretty long lol)

- He probably cried a bit when you do that, he really didn’t deserve your time but he can’t help but happily tear up a bit

- He’s not a huge fan of loud voices but when your voice gets loud he’s just amazed at how much passion and effort you put in to make your voice as accurate as possible

- When you do a quiet or cutesy voice he just thinks you’re flat out adorable

- He reminds you to drink water all the time so you won’t hurt your throat

- He gives you a little clap of amusement when you make a little speech in front of your friends in an exaggerated voice

- He thinks your jokes are adorable and funny when you add a weird voice when telling them

- He always tries to find your voice when he watches or plays something that he knows you’re in, and usually succeeds

- Overall he thinks you’re cute, funny and entertaining when you express yourself through your talent and finds your talent absolutely amazing :)

And yet another self indulgent Nagito x Reader post was made by Mod Maki. Anyway I hope you like it lol.

- Mod Maki

#mod maki #nagito x reader #sdr2 x reader #danganronpa x reader #nagito x s/o #komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #mod maki writes🍀#may i have this dance?🥀

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Sister.exe: A platonic Nanami and Fujisaki fanfic

Words: 3,208

Characters: Fujisaki Chihiro, Nanami Chiaki, Ishimaru Kiyotaka (briefly), passing mentions of Oowada Mondo, Kuwata Leon, Hanamura Teruteru, and Mioda Ibuki

Description: A work weary Fujisaki needs a new angle for her long-awaited AI project. She finds the inspiration in an upperclassman she's never talked to before.

A gift for @fujifrogs who is fed up with romance fics and inspired me to write a little something. It's platonic/familial.

You can read it (in my preferred format) HERE! Or below...

Today’s word of the day: Clarity.

The automatic screensaver on her blank Chrome tab, it seemed, also wanted to mock Fujisaki today. Augh. She pushed against her eyelids and leaned back in her chair, as though imitating a middle school teacher in need of a vacation. She needed an energy drink, or something - but, buying one before lunch would be like admitting defeat for the day.

There was no ignoring the fogginess that clouded her brain. No, it was more like greasiness, a glass window in desperate need of a clean if one were to see through it. “Clarity” was not the word of the day, the hour, the second.

What was wrong with this script? It functioned perfectly fine. It would respond adequately to dialogue inputs. Anyone who interacted with it would probably nod politely and say, wow, this is great, Fujisaki! I’m so jealous of how well you can code. That to which she had grown accustomed at Hope’s Peak, suddenly surrounded by peers who didn’t seem hellbent on making her life miserable.

And yet, Fujisaki knew there was something… wrong with this program. It wasn’t done, it couldn’t be said to fulfill its core purpose of bringing smiles to the faces of the world. It wasn’t endearing.

Hence how she found herself staring at a blank Chrome search bar. What was she even meant to type? Slow coding days were rife with banal questions concerning bugs and problems she just couldn’t crack; it had become second nature. But… what was she even meant to ask now? How to make your top secret AI project not sound like it hates your guts?

She had to fight the urge to cry. Programming was her escape from life itself, but it seemed her own weaknesses were to haunt even that, today.

What was she going to do? How was she meant to-

“Ahem! Fujisaki. You do have lunch to eat, yes? Or are you unable to provide yourself these commodities?” Ishimaru asked. Loudly.

“I-I…” Fortunately, Fujisaki did not have financial problems, or Ishimaru would have just humiliated a classmate in front of everyone. “I do, I was just… lost in thought, I guess. This,” she fought the urge to cry again, “well, I just can’t get this program right.”

“Aha! You are wallowing in your own shortcomings!” Ishimaru basically yelled, causing Fujsaki to wince. “Do not give up, Fujisaki! You can overcome the obstacles, should you put in the hard work and dedication!”

Fujisaki silently thanked whatever God there was that everyone had learned to block out Ishimaru’s lectures, or she would have been properly mortified. He did what he thought was right, she knew. He was just… loud.

“I would like to aid you in your endeavours, but I must be leaving for an urgent leaders’ meeting! Afterwards, if you need a fresh pair of eyes, I would be happy to grant you my assistance!”

Quietly, Fujisaki knew she couldn’t ask him of all people for advice on how to make an AI universally endearing. The man was far too-

A fresh pair of eyes.

That’s it!

“Uhm, Ishimaru?” Fujisaki stammered, “do you think… I could… come to this meeting?”

Ishimaru immediately raised his eyebrows and gave a toothy smile. “That would be brilliant, Fujisaki! I’m pleased you take interest in the student leadership process. Granted, it is only me and one other individual today, not an official student council meeting. Would you, perhaps, prefer to skip this one, until-”

“That’s fine! Really!” She waved her hands and gave him a pleading look. “I think this would be a good opportunity to take my mind off my program for a little while.”

Think about something else for an hour, like dousing her mind in cold water. The clarity she needed.

Ishimaru brought his fist to his chin and brought his eyebrows (even) closer together. “You are not interested in the leadership process?”

Fujisaki couldn’t help herself from dragging a hand down her face in exasperation. “I am! I just… you know what I mean!”

Ishimaru looked like he was about to give Fujisaki another impassioned lecture, but ever the pedantic, his first priority was the time. “Ah! I’m almost late! Quickly, Fujisaki! Let us head together to the meeting, with haste!”

As she should have expected, Fujisaki found that the person with whom Ishimaru was meeting had not yet arrived. “Late”, as it happened, meant “less than 5 minutes before the scheduled time” to Ishimaru, and evidently, this person was not as intent on punctuality as he.

“Uh… hi, Ishimaru. Sorry I’m late, I fell asleep…”

“Upperclassman Nanami! You must take more care to not cause others to waste time waiting for you, you know!”

“Mhm… okay.” She uttered, with an air of… dismissiveness wasn’t the word, but she was most certainly passive about it.

Fujisaki had seen this girl on campus before, she realised. She was quiet, certainly not as colourful or assertive as most of the students who ended up enrolled here. In fact, Fujisaki couldn’t say she knew much about her at all compared to, say, the Ibuki girl.

This was the upper class’ president? She was the one who garnered the respect and obedience of her peers? It was… awe-inspiring.

“I am serious, upperclassman! As the representative of your cohort, you set a poor precedent, and do not give yourself a sufficient opportunity to showcase your leadership skills, if you are tardy.”

“Thank you, Ishimaru kouhai,” Nanami smiled faintly, “you’re right, I think.”

Ishimaru grinned widely and nodded, “you are welcome, upperclassman Nanami!”

Fujisaki’s mouth nearly fell open. Never in her life had she seen someone able to shut down an Ishimaru lecture, and Nanami had just done it without saying anything along the lines of “shut up, prez”.

“You’re Fujisaki Chihiro, right?” Nanami turned, “are you vice president?” Her smile made Fujisaki feel… at ease. At home, even.

“No, I’m not. I needed a break from programming for a little bit,” Fujisaki grinned, “I’m actually really struggling with this one part right now.”

Nanami tilted her head, a pale face showing no ill intent as she asked, “Your programs are really impressive, right? That’s what you’re at this school for… aren’t you.”

“Yes, I’m the Ultimate Programmer, that’s what I do here! You see, there’s a certain mathematical approach to the process I really like, and that so long as you follow the rules, the program will never mislead you or act in a way it shouldn’t. Like… a friend, almost.” Fujisaki normally would wince at her tendency to immediately dump information on any pair of unwilling ears, but something about Nanami’s soft nodding compelled her to keep going. “I want to create programs that make others feel as warm and comforted as I do when I code, you see.”

Nanami raised a finger to her temple, clearly taking it all in - though her expression remained as blank as ever. “That’s really cool,” she finally spoke, “one day you should teach me how you do it. Something so reliable does sound comforting!”

Fujisaki did have to repress the urge to squeal like a little girl. It was so rare anybody asked her to talk about coding with them! “Can I show you my program now?!”

Nanami tilted her head again and nodded with a grin. “I’d love you to.”

Fujisaki halted in her excitement, face falling. “Oh no, wait! I can’t show you this, I signed an NDA! Wait, I can show you the video game I made over the summer. Do you like RPGs?”

Nanami perked up. “I’m the… I’m the Ultimate Gamer. So, yes, I like all genres.”

If she weren’t on such a high right now, Fujisaki would have cringed at herself for having forgotten Nanami’s Ultimate.

“Fujisaki! Upperclassman Nanami! We cannot waste precious meeting time playing video games, don’t you know! We absolutely must discuss the water tank initiative, and the plan moving forward with respect to the littering problem in the quadrangle…!”

Fujisaki snapped her head around like a frightened bunny, as Ishimaru’s volume tended to make her do. Meanwhile, Nanami simply gave an undeterred nod, lowering her eyebrows. “Hanamura suggested he hold a baking sale to fundraise for a tank, which could be useful to avoid dipping into the school-allocated projects budget. We could use the money we would have used there to buy differently coloured bins to separate recycling, compost, et cetera…. maybe.”

Ishimaru pointed at Nanami with his brows furrowed, and Fujisaki tensed - was he about to tell her off?

“Those are brilliant ideas, upperclassman Nanami!” He yelled. “Indeed, you are a much valued class president! I hope to repay you in some way for your efforts!”

Fujisaki blinked.

And suddenly she could see everything with piercing clarity.

“Fujisaki kouhai,” Nanami said as she stood at the door frame, “would you email me the video game file? The one you made over the summer? Or give it to me on USB? I’d really love to see what you made.”

She took extra care to soak up as many details as she could. How Nanami stood, her mannerisms, how frequently she blinked and the lexicon she used. This was difficult, seeing as her mind was racing so quickly that she could hardly keep up typing all the code she needed at the same time.

“Yes, yes, I have the stick right here,” Fujisaki absently rummaged through her laptop bag, finding the USB buried under some old homework sheets and training regime lists Oowada had given her. She forced herself to look up as she handed it to Nanami - seeing her training sheets had reminded her that Oowada advised her to work on her eye contact - who gave her a grateful smile before walking away to the upper class’ building.

A very faint voice in the back of Fujisaki’s head chastised her for skipping class, but there was no way she could go back now. She had her new pair of eyes.

Someone endearing, someone who made you feel listened to. A comforting mascot for her AI.

Nanami. It had to act like upperclassman Nanami.

Fujisaki couldn’t believe just how inspired she had been from just half an hour of watching Nanami talk to Ishimaru. She had to be honest, she still wasn’t quite sure how Nanami was able to take charge of the situation so subtly, nor how she was able to put both Fujisaki and Ishimaru, of all the people, at ease so quickly. It was the image of a great leader, most certainly. She could see why she was Class President.

While Fujisaki was by no means a master of reading other people, she felt confident in her ability to master this. A confidence she hadn’t felt in… years.

Mathematical thinking. Could she apply that in her attempt to emulate a human being?

Typically, humans were so unpredictable and confusing she couldn’t do anything like that.

But Nanami was reassuringly understandable. Like a program itself. She could.

“You want to come to the leaders’ meeting again?”

“Just to listen in. I promise I won’t talk about video games again.”

Fujisaki had been working on the AI redesign for the better part of a week now. In fact, she had the impression that she was, in all likelihood, ready to send the prototype off for review.

Unfortunately, if she were to use Nanami’s image and personality for the AI, she needed written permission from her. The idea alone was enough to make Fujisaki wince, maybe call in sick.

The only thing preventing her from abandoning the entire project at the prospect of explaining to Nanami that she had created a program in her image was, funnily, Nanami. Fujisaki had yammered away to the AI itself about her predicament in order to test how it worked, whether it could respond well to a user’s problems. Not only did it come up with motivational tips and intuitive responses Fujisaki knows she didn’t come up with herself, but the tone was… perfect.

“That sounds hard. And… I know it might feel like you can’t get past that obstacle. But… I think… you need to remember the obstacle is self-made.

“That doesn’t mean it won’t be hard. But if you keep in mind that your worry comes not from reality, but from your own perspective, you can reframe how you react.”

Never before had Fujisaki felt so understood. So safe.

For better or for worse, Fujisaki had always attempted to convince herself that reassurance was boisterous and assertive. Indeed, she had many a moment of consolation from Oowada when he gave her a forceful head pat and yelled, “you got this! Don’t stress it!”, or when Kuwata punched her on the arm and told her “It’s chill! Let’s not think about it anymore, wanna play COD?”. Thinking back, it was probably the inflection she had subconsciously given the AI - why it had made her feel that it was fine, but not nice enough.

But now, she realised how much she preferred something like this.

She’d been remembering the real Nanami correctly, right?

Ishimaru huffed. “I know you’re better than interrupting a crucial meeting to discuss frivolous hobbies such as those, Fujisaki! So you must promise me that.”

“I promise.”

“Then let us make haste!” Ishimaru beamed. “I am greatly pleased about your enthusiasm for our student council efforts, Fujisaki.”

She chuckled, making a motion to stand up. I have to go now, I’m sorry. I’ll see you soon,” she typed, somewhat feeling obliged to keep her new… friend… updated. The public is going to love this as much as she did, she knew.

Bye bye, Fujisaki kouhai! Please tell me more later about your summertime video game project, okay?

Fujisaki smiled to herself as she closed SISTER.EXE, revealing another empty Chrome page she had evidently forgotten to close.

Today’s word of the day: Family.

On a good day, Fujisaki found it terrifying to contribute to group discussions. It went without saying, then, that the daunting nature of what she had to do after this meeting was enough to shut her up, while Ishimaru and Nanami scrutinised the student council budget.

“I cannot fathom where that ¥1300 went, upperclassman! If you know of someone stealing from the budget, you must alert me at once!”

Nanami bit her lip ever so slightly and brought a finger to her chin. “It could have just been a tax deduction that the school automatically took out on our behalf… maybe.”

The lines of code flashed in Fujisaki’s line of sight immediately. If suggestion assertion level >5, randomly choose number 1-3, resulting in her ending the sentence with either “... maybe”, “... I think”, or “... what do you think?”. Else, print suggestion. Deconstructing a human’s actions in such rigid terms was as liberating as it was nerve-wracking. Would Nanami be offended? Start hating Fujisaki? Fujisaki’s index finger fiddled with the volume buttons on her laptop, sitting closed on the desk.

At least, Fujisaki felt relieved to observe that Nanami acted exactly how she remembered. Sure, the program could always use a bit of adjustment, and if Nanami gave her consent to use her image as the AI, she might even be able to help Fujisaki make it perfect.

If.

Else else else else else-

“Fujisaki kouhai,” a soft voice alerted a very agitated Fujisaki, “the meeting’s all done, anything you wanted to add?”

Fujisaki blinked, only now returning to this plane of reality, as it would seem. Blinking harder still, soaking up the tears which had begun to form on her eyelids, she took a deep breath.

“No, that’s okay,” she offered a smile, though it probably looked more like a grimace, “but upperclassman Nanami, I did want to ask you something before you go!”

Pause. Nanami raised her eyebrows slowly, mouth opening a fraction.

“It’s a good thing! It’s not a bad question! I’m sorry!”

Now the edges of Nanami’s mouth lifted up oh so slightly, blushing… somehow… politely? “That’s great. I actually wanted to discuss your game, I beat it a while ago…”

Her game!

“Did you like it?” A layer of fear was shed. Talking to others about her projects was always a thrill. “It was just a way to pass the time, but I was wondering how you’d react to the affinity mechanic.”

“How did you do it?” Nanami asked, grabbing onto the straps of her backpack. “I’m not so good at interaction mechanics, but the way you programmed it felt so intuitive I became engrossed in bringing the affinity bar up and forgot to eat for a few days.”

Fujisaki immediately clasped her hands and gasped, “forgot to eat?!”

“It’s okay. I really liked it.”

“Thank you!” Fujisaki decided to let the eating thing go. Nanami had a way of leading the conversation the way she wanted without trying, she noted. “Alright, so I needed to ask you something. It’s sort of… embarrassing, I’m sorry.”

When did she say that?

“Oh?”

Nanami’s blank expression, in that moment, looked as though she wouldn’t react poorly if you asked her if you could hit her with a hammer. Inviting, non judgemental. This is what the AI was.

How did Fujisaki explain it to the AI? She allowed herself a moment’s pause to remember. She had reread the records in anticipation more times than a secure, stronger person would have.

USER_1: Well, actually… your design is based on a real person called Nanami Chiaki. My upperclassman. SISTER.EXE: Really? Please tell me more! USER_1: I wanted you to be endearing and friendly. It was important that everyone felt like you were a friend and that you listened to them.

SISTER.EXE: It’s nice of you to say that about me!

SISTER.EXE: What does the real Nanami Chiaki think?

USER_1: I need to ask her permission before I can send this program to testing.

USER_1: I’m really nervous. If I weren’t so weak, it would probably be easier, but right now, admitting that I made a program based on her is a little…

SISTER.EXE: You still need to tell her, right?

SISTER.EXE: If she’s anything like me, she’ll be thrilled. Anyone would be flattered if they were told they were endearing and friendly… I think.

SISTER.EXE: You should tell her why exactly you chose her to be me, so she understands… what do you think?

“It’s okay if it’s embarrassing. We’re friends, I think.” Nanami nodded, to confirm the fact. “Actually, you’re like a sister who makes cool things, kind of.”

Sister.exe.

“It’s funny you say that, actually, because, uh…” Fujisaki clenched her fists, and she couldn’t tell if it was nerves or confidence that made her do it. “I made a… program… based on you. Called, uh, sister.exe. Ineedyourconsenttopublish it.”

Nanami’s eyebrows rose even higher than that of which Fujisaki thought she was capable. But said nothing.

“It’s the one I signed an NDA for, so I can’t show you everything, but…” Fujisaki fought back tears, and yet, felt oddly tranquil. “well, you see, I needed to make a program that was endearing and friendly. That made the user feel like they were being listened to. And last week, when I saw how you worked with Ishimaru, and how kind you were to me…” She stopped talking. Why wasn’t Nanami saying anything? “Does that upset you? I’m sorry! I’ll delete it, I-”

“No, no, don’t do that!” Nanami furrowed her eyebrows ever so slightly. “You mean… it’s a program that acts like… me?”

Fujisaki nodded, unclenching her jaw.

“That’s… that’s really… sweet!” Nanami grinned, one of the biggest smiles Fujisaki had seen from her. “You need my consent to… um, make it? Yes, that’s okay. I can’t wait to see it.”

Fujisaki wanted to fall over, as all the blood flowed back into her head. That was it. She… she did it. She said okay.

She said okay!

“Thank you! Thank you! Oh goodness, thank you so much! You don’t know how much it means to me.”

“Would you explain to me how it works once I’m allowed to know?”

Fujisaki, once again, had to suppress the urge to punch the air in excitement at the prospect of being able to talk about programming to someone willing to listen. “I definitely will, upperclassman Nanami. And I’ll need your help to ensure the program acts like you!”

“I’d like that,” she nodded, “but Fujisaki! We’re friends now, just call me Nanami,” and then half-laughing, “or sister.exe… maybe.”

#There's a lot I coulda done with this but didn't wanna make it too long #I might write a second 'chapter' so to speak. Of them being besties :]#I wanted to explore how they might click though so that's the focus #It sort of focusses more on Fujisaki's reactions than the interactions in and of themselves if that makes sense #ダンガンロンパ

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