#it's really a byakuya song

[deathberi]

would you... Die For Love? ⟡ BLEACH REBIRTH OF SOULS ⇝ 2025.03.21

[hey-heigo]

brief break from the Grind to doodle some thp art with a way better title i thought up of just now ripp (not gonna change the title im too attached to the tag)

[affluent-havoc]

[meezer]

oh and I finished my otome game. well just kai's route. I really loved it and it touched me in a way I'd find it hard to articulate. kai is a fantastic character imo, very well-written. I got his best ending and uhm, at the end there... everyone in that cafe fangirling over him must've had their jaws drop when they heard him tell the MC that, after they hang out there, they'd be going to his place, so he can say things "he can't say in public." everyone in that cafe now thinks these two popular up-and-coming actors are gay as fuck. and well are they wrong

[dreadsuitsamus]

Cute Aggression With Your Bleach Man Headcanons

author's note: this all started bc i wanted to bite kensei. also all of the banners you see in this post were created by the wonderful @actuallysaiyan!!! please give bacon lots of love, as she deserves every bit of it 🩷🩷🩷

pairings: kensei muguruma x gn!reader, grimmjow jeagerjaquez x gn!reader, renji abarai x gn!reader, byakuya kuchiki x gn!reader, kūgo ginjō x gn!reader

warnings: biting, grimmjow, mentions of alcohol, overall it's just fluff

Kensei is no stranger to receiving bites from partners. His big, muscled, veiny arms are just about the perfect target for anybody’s cute aggression!

So, surprisingly, it doesn't really bother him

This doesn't mean he understands, however

“Why are you like this?” He murmurs as you bite his bicep, having come up out of nowhere as he innocently reads in his armchair

It's not like you can be blamed!! He's the one wearing a compression tank top that makes him look a thousand times more delicious than he already is!!!

“‘ike ‘at?” Your teeth are still firmly latched into his flesh, but he does find the fact you're trying to still make conversation with him cute, and he kisses your temple before resuming his reading

Kensei Muguruma is soft and it's all your fault

And what's all his fault is being sleeveless all the time, thus provoking you!

He won't admit it, but he actually really loves when you bite him

You think he's cute :3

Admittedly, you don't often get cute aggression when you're with Grimmjow

Biting is often reserved for… Different feelings

But sometimes he's just the most adorable thing in this entire world, particularly when he's minding his own business, the demon on his shoulder having a nap and your teeth just itch for him

He's watching a movie, twirling a toothpick between his lips and is fully invested in the plot

You, however, are fully tuned into just how good his forearms look

You pounce right on him, your sharp teeth catching right onto one of those leanly muscled forearms

Your bite is rather strong, though it isn't as if Grimm doesn't deserve it

“Oi!” Grimm leaves the toothpick between his teeth as he uses his strong fingers to push your lower jaw together and release the bite. “Take me to dinner first!”

You're forced off of him quickly, and your boyfriend quickly tackles you to the floor

His bites can't exactly be chalked up to ‘cute’ aggression, though they’re certainly belligerent

Not that you mind these different feelings from him

As much as Renji tries to be cool and collected, he fails at it

The man is a bit of a klutz, and when he gets embarrassed he turns an adorable shade of pink!

So he sees more than his fair share of cute aggression from you

And goodness he doesn't get it. Which only spurs you on further!

It's movie night, and Renji’s decided to get fancy and make the popcorn on the stovetop rather than do the usual microwave popcorn

He's humming to himself, the kernels popping as if to his beat and he can't help but shimmy his hips a bit

He has got to spend less time on TikTok; he's had the same song in his head for days!

“Twin? Where have you been?” He sings, swinging his hips like they don't lie

There's a giggle from the doorway and Renji swings around, eyes wide and he knocks the lid from the pot in his haste

Popcorn begins to fly everywhere, and Renji’s socked foot slips on a bit of oil he spilled and subsequently forgot about, slamming right onto the floor

Your chest fills with love and you curl your fists before jumping on him, squeezing his face into your chest as hard as you can while layering kiss after kiss on him

The sore butt isn't very nice, but he decides he can make peace with it!

Cute isn't the first thing that comes to mind when you see your darling husband. Handsome, certainly. Refined, even. A big dork, absolutely!

Though it's during an evening tea time on the terrace when you first look at him and feel such… positive emotions that it makes your teeth clench and hands ache to pinch and squish his cheeks

He's beside you on the swing, having a sip from his teacup as the warm sun sets. His hair is silky and long, his lashes practically kissing his pale skin as he enjoys the warm tea

Your hands are already clasped together, fingers laced tightly. Byakuya can't help but run his thumb over your wedding band; it's a Kuchiki family heirloom and it's never looked better than right on your finger

And you'll swear on your life that when you brought his hand to your lips, it was just for a kiss to his knuckles

But your jaw had other plans, and that's when you oh so gently bite his hand. It isn't for long, and you do place an apologetic kiss after!

And then you realize yourself right after, and look up to find steel blue eyes staring at you with quizzical undertones

“What on earth are you doing?”

Laughing nervously, heat flushes the back of your neck. “I… I don't know. You looked so… so cute and sweet that I couldn't help myself.”

“Hm. Consider yourself, should this urge rise again. Such behavior is unbecoming of a Kuchiki, as you are aware.”

An attempt to hide how flustered and perhaps even pleased he is behind his next draw of tea is fruitless versus the pastel pink on the bridge of his nose

Despite living in a constant state of bastard, you find that Kūgo is often quite adorable!

He pouts rather habitually, though he doesn't always mean to

Whether he's rolling out pasta dough or working on his latest charcoal drawing, his lips press together in his bout of concentration, and sometimes the little pink tip of his tongue peeks out too

He loves to be on the receiving end of your overwhelming positive feelings so much that you almost think he does these things intentionally

But he's a bad actor, so it can't ever be anything but genuine

You hear some rustling downstairs and check the time: Kūgo must be home from his night out with his friends

You round the corner to see him sitting halfway up the stairs, his long body stretching out as he reaches towards you with a dopey smile on his face; he's plastered

And you want to be angry! He promised not to get drunk; you're set to have brunch with your parents tomorrow, and he's quite the bitch when he's hungover!

But then he makes the grabby hands and that pout comes to his lips, and his big brown eyes are so sad now too

“You're so cute, I wanna die.” You hop down to his level and crush him in a hug, swaying side to side as you coo, blowing a raspberry on his cheek too

Kūgo giggles at that, his cheeks turning red as he begs you to stop!

Which, of course, only continues the cycle! It takes ten minutes before you can finally get up to bed!

He's not quite as cute when he's hungover, but there's still enough of something precious in the man's pathetic, self-inflicted misery to earn him a kiss on the cheek

[thewritetofreespeech]

tags: oral (blowjobs), mentions of heterosexual intercourse/relationship, Byakuya being a slightly naive little puppy.

It was already late in the evening by the time Byakuya & [Y/N] went to bed. But they both seem to have no intention of sleeping.

He broke their lips free from their kiss only to reseal them with another. Letting out a soft noise when he felt [Y/N]’s fingers undo his sleeping robe and then brush against his chest. His own hands holding onto her waist, fingers gripping and ungripping at the soft flesh there just under her own robe.

She kissed down his neck & shoulders. Byakuya leaned back to give her more room, but then became confused when she continued to kiss lower. “What are you doing?”

[Y/N] looked up at him from the position she had slithered into between his legs. Her fingertips just tucked into the waist band of his pants. Her expression seeming a little caught off guard by his question. “I just thought…you know…for you…” Her babbling clearly didn’t make sense to him, as Byakuya’s face was as blank as ever, and [Y/N] sat up suddenly on her heels to look at him. “Wait. Have you never had a blowjob?”

Byakuya’s stoic mirror broke instantly. He may have even blushed a little before turning away.

He may be of a noble family, where such things are not talked about ever, but he has also been essentially a soldier all his life. His subordinates would of course never say such vulgar things in front of him, but he has ears, and their voices carry. So of course, he knew what she was talking about, but he was hard pressed to dignify her comment with a response.

“It’s not an appropriate thing for a lady to do.”

Her deep chuckle brought back his attention again. Though he wasn’t sure if she was laughing at him or his comment, the sound drew him in like a siren song. She leaned in closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and her thinly covered breasts pressing against his bare chest. “I’m not a lady though.” She kissed him again and pulled back with softly hooded eyes looking at him. “Can I do it then? I’d…really like to. But if you’re not comfortable we don’t have to try it this time.”

Byakuya wasn’t sure how to answer her. Saying yes made him feel a little bit like a pervert. Like he was asking her to do something degrading (even though she asked). But saying no made him feel like he was a prude and ruining the moment. He’d also be a liar if he said, deep down, that he wasn’t interested in these kinds of services. He might be a noble, but he was still a man. “If that’s what you want to do, I won’t stop you.”

[Y/N] gave him an enticing smirk that made his erection all that more noticeable, and she slid back down to where she was earlier between his legs. The tint in his face crawled up further, now the he realized what she was down there for, but tried to stay still and not move. He didn’t know what to do so he felt the best course of action was just to stay put. She pulled on the waistband of his pants again and he lifted his hips to help get them off. His erection popped out immediately. Waving in the air near her face and Byakuya suddenly felt incredible embarrassed. A perfectly natural reaction made 10x more awkward with how up close she was to it.

[Y/N] doesn’t seem to mind though and gripped the shaft to start stroking him. This caused Byakuya to let out a sigh and relax a little. This was something familiar that he was accustomed to, which was probably why she did it. The feel of her hand made the ache in his loins both ease and intensify at her touch. Then she leaned forward and he felt something wet lick the side. Byakuya was a smart man, so he knew it was her tongue, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that or the feeling of her tongue on him, but he let her keep going.

Her tongue lapped at the side of his cock while her hand held the base. It was an odd sensation, but not unpleasant. In fact, he was getting more & more pleasant as it kept going on. He felt his breathing start to labor by the time his entire cock was wet. Then she suddenly did the unthinkable and put the tip in her mouth. A moan escaped him, unbidden, as the head of his cock sucked on gently. Her tongue massaging the sensitive glands while still in her mouth and sending shockwaves up his spine. He suddenly realized why men had such an obsession with this and felt the need to bring it up all the time.

It didn’t stop there though as [Y/N] suddenly started moving her head up & down over his cock. The entirety of his erection in a warm, wet, sucking vice. Her hand following up after it to keep it encased at all times so it never lost pressure.

“Fuck….I mean….[Y/N]…” Byakuya never cursed (unless of course absolutely necessary) but he was losing himself.

All he could think about in this moment was pleasure. His whole existence narrowed down to just [Y/N] and his cock. He couldn’t even think of the presence of mind to warn her when he was about to ejaculate. Suddenly cumming in a loud grunt as he almost doubled over from where he had propped himself up, before falling back on the bed.

“How was it?”

Byakuya opened his eyes at [Y/N]’s question. The woman on her knees between his legs still. Tucking back her hair behind her ear to keep it out of her face, showing off her breasts in the process which had broke free from her robe which had come undone while she was servicing him. His spent cock twitched in attention. Seeming to want to answer for him. “It was good.”

[Y/N] gave another one of those deep chuckles (god she was going to kill him) before leaning over him until they were almost face to face. That grin on her face as well. “Good. I’m glad you liked it. But…you still seem pretty lively.” The tip of her finger brushed over his cock from base to tip. “Think we can keep going?”

Byakuya wasted no time in answering her question by gripping her hips and helping her straddle over his cock. He moaned when he slid into her. Feeling how wet she was. Knowing that she had been turned on by servicing him as much as he had been with her.

They made love for a while later. [Y/N] riding him until she eventually came, and he came a second time inside of her.

When they were finally done and curled up next to each other, Byakuya stayed awake for a little while longer. Realizing how sexually inexperienced he was, even though he had a wife and did pick up on things like anyone else. He decided he was going to work on that. To be a better partner for [Y/N] to make sure their needs were fulfilled. He wouldn’t fail another woman in bed by not being there for them.

If nothing else, he at least needed to learn how to ‘return the favor’. He would find a discrete way to look into that tomorrow.

[naegamisupremacy]

This is a silly idea but i love this song and i rlly wanted to quickly make something with the scene where Byakuya defends Makoto when he is being accused of murder, by Kyoko and the rest of the survivors. I like the idea that he fantasises and sees Makoto as almost a stronger being (a god) and Makoto is taken aback by how much Byakuya really respects him and feels like he’s betrayed him when he is sent to his death ORRRR you could imagine Makoto actually killing someone in an AU lol

Anywyas i made this in the airport, was too lazy to cook with after effects so I used CapCut hopefully it’s still good lol

[dreamzghostz]

TELL ME ABOUT THE TALENTSWAP AU NOW!!!

OKAY, I'M SO GLAD SOMEONE FINALLY ASKED ME ABOUT THIS.

So, this Talentswap AU, it's like the average killing game

*Oh no, Celestia (the protag) got kidnapped and forced in a killing game with 15 other students. She finds Kiyo (the support), and they have to escape, waaaah*

To be honest, what inspired me to make this are Danganronpa V3 (I like how they have features like Scrum Debates, Argument Aranments, and Mass Panic Debates), and the Danganronpa: Another series

So, yeah, everyone's talents are swapped. If you click on the "Danganronpa: A Dice of Despair" tag, you can see everyone's designs and talents. So, what I mainly want to talk about are the characters, their talents, and their personalities, backstories, etc.

There will be a LOT of yapping below, so keep reading if you wanna

‼️‼️TRIGGER WARNING FOR MAJOR SPOILERS IN DANGANRONPA, DARK IMPLICATIONS, AND PERSONAL/SENSITIVE TOPICS‼️‼️

Celestia Ludenberg - Ultimate Lucky Student: So, in this AU, Celestia is the protagonist. She has a mix of her and Makoto's personalities. She can be cold and a douche at times, but she does care about everyone. Here, she has a mix of good luck and bad luck, but they both work at the same time... Somehow? Her real name is still Taeko Yasuhiro, and she made up her fake name to hide who she really is since her family has very dark secrets that could easily crumple her reputation if spilled. Hence why she also doesn't believe that she's really the Ultimate Lucky Student.

Korekiyo Shinguji - Ultimate Swordsman: Here, Kiyo is the support/deuteragonist. Celestia runs into him after escaping into the gym. In this AU, he's aloof, smart, but also starts showing kindness after a while. In Chapter One, he's the one to snap Celestia back to reality after she has her initial panic. He can come off as a bit hostile, but that's because growing up, he didn't have many friends as he spent most of his time training since his family are mostly famous warriors.

Sayaka Maizono - Ultimate Gambler: In this AU, she's more of an anti-hero then an antagonist. She's pretty rude and demanding, and she uses Kiibo to her advantage since he's the Ultimate Butler, and growing up, she had many butlers and maids to her aid whenever she needed them. Eventually, in Chapter Two, Sayaka starts to see that Celestia isn't a bad person, and starts to open up to her. Sayaka's cruel and sadistic personality stems from her childhood where her mother was killed by being burned, and her father basically abandoned her, so Celestia's really the only person she likes. Also, she ALWAYS wins every gambling match (Always? ALWAYS.) As well, she's a bit narcissistic, and thinks she's above everyone.

Byakuya Togami - Ultimate Gamer: Here, Byakuya is more of like an AI (like Chiaki), because his father wanted an heir, and none of his kids were "fit for it". So, Mr. Togami got a friend to create Byakuya. Though, Byakuya was never interested in the Togami Corporation, and took an interest in video games instead. He's a bit insensitive, but does mean well. He doesn't express much emotion, but is protective of the people he cares about, and he has a deep sense of justice. He knows his father doesn't love him, but as long as he has video games, he'll be happy.

Chiaki Nanami - Ultimate Pop Sensation: In this AU, Chiaki is a human. She's a lot more energetic then her game counterpart, and is like who she was in Danganronpa 3. Ever since she was a little girl, Chiaki had dreamed of being a famous star, despite her parents' wishes. She loves to write songs and sing with her group, even though after Chiaki gets trapped in the killing game, her girl group gets killed by the Ultimate Despair, which sends Chiaki into despair, though she masks it well. She'll write a song for everyone in the place, and she'll sing it as loud as she can. She's a great friend to have, like a golden retriever!

Gundham Tanaka - Ultimate Traditional Dancer: So, growing up, Gundham's home life was pretty bad. His family was VERY strict on what he ate, what he wore, and what he said. His house was near a street, and every afternoon, he would sneak there and feed all the tabby cats, making him gain their trust, and making him feel a sense of comfort. He's kind of an asshole in the AU, since he had a bad home life, and it left a huge mark on how he viewed people. Unfortunately, he doesn't want to warm up to anyone, as he's secretly scared they'll just use him, so he closes himself off, and he only trusts the tabby cats.

Hajime Hinata - Ultimate Inventor: Hajime's mother was rarely in the picture, causing him to develop a very close relationship with his father. When his father got ill and passed when Hajime was ten, he found all his father's unfinished inventions. Determined to finish them, Hajime worked for hours, nights even, to make his father proud. Hajime gets his vulgarity and bluntness from the highschool he was at before Hope's Peak Academy, since the crude and rudeness was basically the norm at where he was. Also, yes, Hajime is Izuru in this AU, though I'm still trying to figure out how to write that.

Mahiru Koizumi - Ultimate Astronaut: She's the Antagonist of the AU, so I probably should have placed her up way higher, but I'm too tired to change it. So, Mahiru's mother was an astronaut, and Mahiru has always been intrigued by space. In the village she lived at, she would tell the younger kids stories about space and amazing astronauts, forming a close bond with them. Unfortunately, a few months before Hope's Peak, Mahiru's village was burned down, leaving Mahiru homeless. When she saw the advertisement for Hope's Peak, she took it in a heartbeat. She's kind, a little naive, and protective to make sure she can keep everyone as safe as she can.

Mikan Tsumiki - Ultimate Pianist: School was a very tough time for Mikan, as she was always the targeting of bullying, though she felt safe in her music class. After a very traumatic event, Mikan basically clung to her piano, playing it every day, as many times as she could. She's shy, but also very determined and kind, and she's quite skilled at the other instruments other then piano! Which she personally finds to be very cool!

Nagito Komaeda - Ultimate Anthropologist: Nagito's house was very close to a library, so every day, after school, he would stop by the library and find a book. The ones about culture and evolution were the ones that intrigued him the most. He spent most of his childhood in the hospital, so the library was like a safe space for him. He's also aloof, but somewhat disturbing and also mature. He has to keep a close eye on Hajime, so he's basically Hajime's babysitter (lol).

Sonia Nevermind - Ultimate Detective: Sonia was always very smart, even as a young child, so she didn't have very many friends as she got frustrated by people who weren't as smart. One day, the detectives brought her in to see if she could help them with a case, and she solved it, pretty quickly. She can solve cases quicker then the average detective can. She's pretty quiet most of the time, but she also has a strong sense of justice, is no-nonsense and quick, and she really doesn't have as much empathy as she probably should.

Kaede Akamatsu - Ultimate Princess: So, Kaede is the princess of Japan, so she also has to follow strict and unfair rules. She often but heads with her parents since she wants to actually be her own person and not follow their rules. Her parents had arranged a marriage for her, and when she found out about this, she quickly signed up for Hope's Peak to escape this. She's kind, charming, curious, and always willing to learn. She may not give the best advice, but she tries her best!

Shuichi Saihara - Ultimate Artist: Shuichi here seems like your average Joe. He doesn't really talk highly of himself, and he just does art as a hobby, so he wasn't really expecting it to become his actual talent, lol. Despite all of this, he's fairly nice and pretty chill, but can also be pretty morbid due to the fact he was born and raised in an unusual church. No, he isn't religious. Also, he loves art, but he doesn't draw eyes when he draws people, as he finds it difficult to do (this will come in handy later).

Kirumi Tojo - Ultimate Magician: Growing up, Kirumi always loved magic. She was a street magician for a while before being allowed to enter a school that allowed her to embrace her interests. She's kind, energetic, and kooky since she had been seen as a "weird kid" by most people growing up. Despite this, she's incredibly loyal to those around her, and she can be scarily serious when she needs to.

Kiibo (Idabashi) - Ultimate Butler: So, in this AU, Kiibo is also human, so I will refer to him as Kiibo Idabashi. He always loved helping people, despite what they asked him to do. His father, Professor Idabashi, spent a lot of time on robotic engineers, so that led Kiibo to wander off... a LOT. He always enjoys to serve people, and he enjoys Celestia's company. He doesn't like Sayaka much though, as she uses him. There are also times where he feels empty, like a robot. Though, he's hardworking, devoted, and can take on even the hardest of tasks.

Rantaro Amami - Ultimate Photographer: Rantaro still has twelve sisters in this AU, and they always loved for him to take pictures of them, to where they would even ask him daily to take pictures of scenery they liked and outfits they liked. Rantaro found himself enjoying photography, even in the darkest of times. At first, he's bossy and a bit stubborn, but he eventually learns to trust his classmates and even befriends most of them. After that, he's kind, still a little stubborn and bossy, but more willing to hear others out. Also, him and Korekiyo become quite close very quickly!

I'm SO sorry that I talked more about the characters and their backstories then their roles!! I'll make a relationship chart of them in a post eventually. Also, this took a long while and isn't my usual content, so my bad! Also, if you read all of this, thank you 💕

[lavendergalactic]

☆ 　toko rentry graphics!

day 7 + 8 of @necroangelz's event ! " an angry song + a song that's very loud " f2u w/ credit, reblog appreciated!

graphics inspired by my lovely boyfriend @llocket <3 <3 i love ur work ur so cool mwa mwa

hope its okay if i combine these two days!!! to save my energy & motivation since i really wanna finish this event c:

i love toxic by pussy riot and dorian electra omgg very fun song to yell to, just reminds me of toko a little because of her relationship w/ byakuya (i also wanted a reason to edit danganronpa)

[sashi-ya]

𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

⭒ pairing: kuchiki byakuya x f! reader. R 18+ ⭒ requested by Anonymous [Bya-kun Anon 🌸] 💖 ⭒ inspired on the song: 𝄞 I Wanna Be Yours by Artic Monkeys 𝄞 ⭒ tw: MDNI. Byakun is finally out of the pond, awake and needy than ever. passionate, love making. love love love. not that lustful. ⭒ masterlist a song + a character event

“He is awake, (Name)!” Rukia chimed, desperately and abruptly breaking the state of full concentration you were in.

You open your eyes, looking at her with a shine you were lacking since that day… the day you almost lost him.

“BYAKUYA-SAMA? HE IS UP?” you ask, jolting from the cold tatami and running outside. You usually adore to spend time with Rukia, but you couldn’t think of anything else but to hug him so tightly.

As you run through the corridors of squad 0, you pass right through the door of where he is.

“(Name)…” he utters, peaking outside the room.

Your feet carve marks into the ground to stop and turn around. His hair, still wet. Just the white kimono covering a healthy body. And his severe, yet so kind eyes looking at you, waiting for your brain to process that’s really him.

Your lips separate as your jaw relaxes. Your eyes soften. The man you spend looking at while floating on what it looked like an eternal bath, is finally standing on both feet in front of you.

“How many times I have to tell you, you shouldn’t run through the halls?” he scolds you, because that’s his love language.

“Byakuya-sama!!!!” you run to him, feeling the strength of his reiatsu. Stronger than you ever felt, as if it was new… his soul felt like a new one, though, that what made him unique still lingered in your heart.

He receives you in his arms, as you pounce into him. Your legs surround his waist, your arms his neck. He presses you against his body hard enough to break your bones.

You cough a little. How comes he is that strong? He isn’t used to his new him?

“Sorry, I feel… uh… weird. My arms, they feel strong- I haven’t yet-“ he tries to excuse himself, ripping a gasp from your throat; Byakuya never apologizes, not to you, nor anyone else under him.

“No… crush my bones if you must, Kuchiki Taicho. I don’t care… you… you are alright…” you whisper, grabbing his face in between your hands with utmost care.

Your nose touches his, as he walks back inside that room. Your lips beg to join the other. Your souls, pleading to bond once more.

“I won’t crush your bones, don’t be silly. And don’t be so loud, ok? I am ok, how are you?” he asks, resting his forehead on yours, so assure you are absolutely healthy.

You nod, acknowledging that, even if your relationship wasn’t a secret… there were still some things the rest didn’t know. After all, both were just starting to love each other when the Quincy attacked.

“I’m so happy you are alive, Taicho” you whisper, with tears coming to your eyes. You saw him die, so his arms around your body still feel unreal.

Your fingertips move his wet hair off his face. You might be the only person allowed to do so. “Look at you, so beautiful as ever…” you purr.

Byakuya’s expression also softens, looking at you with eyes of profound love and also a lot of regrets.

“I am sorry, love. I swear I won’t ever again fail you, nor Rukia, nor Renji, nor the Sei-“ he tries to excuse for putting his life in danger to protect you all. But you won’t let him say such nonsense. Byakuya shouldn’t feel guilty, Byakuya should feel proud.

“Byakuya…” you let yourself call him by his first name with no honorifics this time. “You made us all the proudest we could ever be. Thank you for protecting us all, thank you for putting yourself there to fight them… you, Byakuya, you are the definition of a true soldier. I know you for the very first time asked for help, and you have no idea how proud I am of you…”

He looks at you, with the rain in his eyes and a storm inside his core. “You…” he barely murmurs before crashing his lips against yours with the force of a thousand souls in one.

Byakuya’s lips feel so soft as always. His arms feel as warm as always. But his soul, feels bigger than ever.

And so many kisses both share, that you wish you could tell him how his you wanna be. How much you love him, even if he probably already knows… However, the one who you thought would never be yours, this time is the one asking you for it the most…

As you two slide down, him falling on his knees with you straddling your hips on his lap, the kisses never stop and his tears neither they do.

Byakuya lifts you a little bit up just to make you comfortable over him, and for some minutes he forgot his own surname. He wasn’t Kuchiki Byakuya, the head of the Kuchiki clan. He wasn’t the captain of the sixth squad of the Gotei 13… he was, simply, a lover whose feelings needed to be shared.

“I wanna be yours…” he whines, with lips grazing yours and a painful pleading stare. “Yes, Byakuya. And I will never let you go, my love…” you murmur, kissing him back with so much love you even feel like it wasn’t possible to feel for a person.

His hand slides your kimono up, finding your core, so unaware of how wet you are. Desperately, he searches for concealing any little gap in between your bodies. Is not physical desire what moves him now, it is just and purely the lust of his heart for yours.

You let his white kimono slide through his shoulders, exposing his chest and back. Hands that can’t stop feeling every little indentation of such sacred flesh.

A dichotomy in between the delicacy and the dominancy of his sex, searching to bury into you, to feel ablaze by the walls of your femininity. The slender, soft fingers of his, traveling up and down the small of your back. The scent of his flesh, of clean flowery perfume, of musk masculine perfection.

“I wanna… no, I need to make love to you” he grunts, asking for the final permission to slide himself deep in.

“Please, I wanna be yours, make me yours. Make love to me…” you whine, moving so that he is able to finally penetrate you.

You throw your head back whenever feeling the tip stretching your entrance, and even if so many times your bodies have shared the heat of passion… today, things feel different. Like a reborn star, stronger, harder. No more sex, this time making love.

You bounce on him, both moaning into each other’s mouths. Your hands playing with his wet tufts of hair over his back, his pressing you harder against himself by your waist. How deep he wanna go? as deep as the love he has for you.

“I will forever protect… ngh… you. I’m yours. I’m so yours. I am all of the things that are yours, I am yours” he repeats, panting, as you can sense his shaft twitching inside you.

“Then, that means the whole world is mine… my love” you whisper, kissing the tears on his cheeks… because he is to you, exactly that… your whole world.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...

“Kuchiki Byakuya, your food is ready! I baked them all with my spi…ri…tual… Well, the pond seemed to be enough apparently! However, please eat once you two are finished!”

[serocco3]

I've always loved the female Sternritter. They're delightfully toxic, surprisingly human (the anime and the light novels namely), and their dynamic is fun and disturbing yet heartwarming when zombies aren't involved.

We know they're some of Kubo's favorite Quincies. The light novels showed they all survived, but the anime version of the final arc takes precedence since he's the creative consultant. I'm loving the anime cause I don't know what they'll do differently and I've appreciated, respect, or loved most of the changes they made as a huge critic of the manga.

In the manga, Candice loses to Byakuya off screen and we see her bleeding, but Liltotto says she's alive. The last time we see Meninas in the manga was when she punched Liltotti after Pepe took control of her. We're told Liltotto beat Meninas, and once again she says Meninas is still alive. But that's all we ever see from them in the manga.

We had to turn to the light novels to see they were captured and turned into zombies by Mayuri. Half of the plot of one of the light novels was Liltotto and Giselle retrieving Candice and Meninas from him.

Now, the anime did show Meninas carrying a limping Candice to safety before they were both hit by the Holy Selection. Since Giselle, Liltotto, Bazz-B, and Najahkoop were the only ones to emerge alive, we have to presume that Candice and Meninas were killed by Yhwach.

Season 3's ending song shows all five Femritters as well as all the other Quincy, Uryu and Yhwach included. I've been curious what they'll do with the Femritters all season.

In the light novels, it's made clear that Haschwalth specifically made it so all the female Quincies, including the Femritters, survived the war so they avoid extinction. They're under surveillance by the Soul Society, but they're living together in the human world by the end of the light novels.

I'm here excited at what they may adapt and what they may change because the anime is Canon, it's the definitive version of the final arc.

So now I can address the screenshot. In Episode 36's after credits scene, the anime makes its first major change from the light novels with this one shot. Instead of Mayuri, Giselle is the one who turns Candice and Meninas into zombies. Honestly this makes way more sense. It's smarter to have the Zombie Girl herself turn them all into zombies.

But whatll happen next? In the manga, we only see Giselle and Liltotto at all, and in their last scene in the manga, they're both defeated by Yhwach off screen after Bazz-B dies in a fight with Haschwalth.

A bunch of Quincy soldiers' heads turned into shadows with Yhwach's eyes. This is also new. The manga never had this scene either. So I presume Yhwach will still defeat all five at once on screen.

On the other hand, I want them to survive like in the light novels. Having the Femritters just fight a bunch of red shirts and lose to the Big Bad isn't really a good enough sendoff to them. It wasn't a good sendoff in the manga, the anime may do it better, but the point of their survival is so the Quincy race survives extinction.

I guess I can't really expect them to survive. Giselle has to choose to restore their blood for them to be revived. Will she do so even if she survives the anime? I'm not sure.

I love the Zombie Candice and Zombie Meninas changes. But I want them to survive and I've always feared they won't.

[chinen-miya-official]

Before we begin, only a small percentage of viewers are subscribed to the channel

So please consider hitting that button if you end up enjoying this battle

Enough of the prattle, you and me in a 1v1?

I don't see much challenge, but it still seems fun

It's no Pet War but I'll beat ya in one verse and leave you like your dog, hit n' speedrun

Count em up, my WR Ws are more plentiful than all the wounds that you cut on your arms

You don't really set a high bar talking 'bout your fine art, my avatar's drawn more consistent than your sprites are!

You hopeless loner, glad you know your own worth

Don't need to dig down to know this stepping stone's below dirt

I know you wanna get Hinata, but your luck's not so grand

If you can't even boost the odds of you hunting your man

How'd you not hit Byakuya's imposter even with the pounds that that the dude sports? (George!)

Guess this rabid fan is only catching hands from transplants with Junko's corpse (George!)

Grab a bow and arrow for this ghost white barebones

You could grow a forest with that bone meal hair, bro

Check all the careers I'm settin' the stage for

While your lymphoma's set in the stage four!

What a grand display! With all the wars you struggle to bear

I'm mere trash in the way when compared to the Ultimate Square

But when it comes to despair (Ugh), I have none left to spare (Ha)

So make like that disc pair, give it up in this pair

I went through with one goal: exposing the traitor

While you got exposed exploiting the traders

Pursuing that dough, then toy with your players

Tom's suicide note is your kinda paper

And paired with your Stan audience? I've inhaled gas less toxic

He labels himself spotless, but I got it! Let me break it down...

Not a perfect roster your team crafted (Huh)

Ultimate Imposter of TeamCrafted (Huh)

Then it met the same end 'cause then Schlatt won (Huh)

And turned L'Manburg to a L'Manhunt

And normal's the only way to describe your catalog of bland songs

Tell that plastic CG ragdoll it's best to keep the mask on

Oh come on, I thought you toted bombs

With just a glance at your chances, your fans went "No, that's wrong!"

Ironic Clay lacks foundation with all the arguments he's built

And you're only blessed with fortune when it's from your parent's will (Ooh!)

You started your wooden arc sailing on a ship

That explains why on the microphone you failed to land a hit

You're numb as it gets, your luck must've gun to your head

But you're only firing blanks like it's Russian Roulette

Your franchise took the stage and ignited some flames

But I'll be snuffing you all out like a fire grenade

Call my fans creepy stanning every student around

But your only friends now are like George, not found!

Your hopes are shining through, but it's just a matter of time

'Fore the net treats you like Tommy and Wilbur (It's banishment time!)

You couldn't kill tracks but you still lack a clean record

Congrats, you're not the blackened, so what's your excuse for the n-word?

Every time drama comes up, you don't respond and let it be

All you can speedrun from is your responsibility

Luck's an awful talent, but you don't even share it

You're gaming's worst cheater on the scene since ProJared

So here's my statement: how fitting that Dream's your name as

You're to be quickly forgotten once your crowd of teens awaken

Your hopes for world renown and loving fans got to see the day but

We all know the dark path your DreamWasTaken

[hey-heigo]

Chapter 21.5

im still on hiatus but this was for funsies...a break away from byakuya's pov for a moment hehe

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

this is just like wizard of oz if the wizard was junko enoshima. pay no attention to the girl behind the monitors....

featuring a special surprise guest!! :) (:

@digitaldollsworld (^^)//

Content warning tags: passing mention of surgery and blood

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“I am done.”

The voice behind her is dull and gravelly with lethargy, belonging to someone both young and aged. Junko Enoshima hadn’t heard the door open, but she’s hardly startled - she’d been expecting him, after all - and with a flourish, she leans back from the grid of monitors before her and shoves off the desk to spin her chair, knees tucked up to her chest. One, two, three clockwise spins later - a new record, nice - and she slows to a stop, angled perfectly to face the man before her.

And she smiles, as she notes the blue latex gloves still on his hands, the blood splattered up his arms to the rolled-up sleeves of his white dress shirt. “Aw, thanks Zuzu! You’re a treat,” She winks and blows an exaggerated kiss, to no reaction. Not even a half-raised hand to try and catch it. “Was it hard?”

Izuru Kamakura doesn’t respond at first. He’s wiping off the blood - still shiny and slightly wet - off of his pale arms with a stained handkerchief, his hair swaying like a dark curtain around him. “...Not particularly.” He replies in his usual monotone, as if the whole ordeal had been terribly boring to him. ‘Not particularly’ he said, as if the whole process hadn’t taken several weeks, with multiple surgeries - including one where he had left the operating table with his scrubs still on to find a better donor, because the one she had on hand just happened to not be a very good match. “If that is all, I will leave now.”

“Noo, come on! You just got here,” She complains, childishly, needling, despite knowing full well that he’d been here far longer than he originally intended already. Well, it wasn’t like he had anywhere else to be, and all the action was here anyways.  “Don’t you wanna see how your precious juniors are doing?”

He doesn’t reply, but she knows he does. Otherwise he wouldn’t have bothered turning up in the first place, whether she requested his help or not; they’re just like each other, in that way. Reaching behind her, she grabs a remote, and points it at one of the monitors, and immediately its previous image of the empty second-floor hallway fizzes out, replaced with a replay of the day’s highlights, edited and cut by hers truly.

It opens with a theme song. A lovely little leitmotif that she composed, one for each of her dear classmates, this one full of violin and koto. A quick intro montage of photos they had taken throughout their high school careers, and then-

“No need.” He deadpans, interrupting the opening credits she’d bullied Ryota Mitarai into making. “I know what happened already.”

“Geez, but I made this special for you!” She whines, though there’s no real bite to it. She expected this outcome, so it wasn’t like she made her edits particularly interesting either. “Wish you’d play along a little. Come on.”

Instead of replying, he snaps off his gloves and flicks them and the towel into a nearby trash can without looking. He spins her chair to grab his jacket, pinned between her back and the seat, and tugs it so sharply it actually lifts her up a bit.

“Hey, that’s no way to treat a lady,” She sulks, tucking her skirt back down. “I was keeping it warm for you.”

Her only response is an impassioned glance, as he shakes the garment out with a sharp snap.

She watches him prepare to leave, rolling down his sleeves and smoothing out his shirt, pulling the jacket on with a practiced, mechanical grace. “Is it really that much better, being out there?” She grumbles. Outside was a wasteland, shattered remains, rot and destruction. The few people still alive were either on the edge of death, or insane with despair - either way, they’d fallen into a dull, predictable pattern. Starving, stealing, killing, dying, wailing. So much wailing. How strange it was that even these things became uninteresting after so long.

“They all behaved exactly how I expected.” He says, in an approximation for an explanation. He adjusts his cufflinks, thumb swiping over the polished brass. They’d been shaped like Hope’s Peak’s logo, but countless passing touches had nearly buffed out the enamel inlay - they were little more than tiny mirrors now, if she leaned forward and squinted she could almost see herself in them, check for stuff stuck in her teeth-

“Why did you not confront them after they discovered the AI?”

The question interrupts her train of thought, and she blinks, then grins, utterly delighted. “Why? Did I surprise you?”

He levels her with a look, a dark stare from those bloody, bloodshot eyes. “There are several reasons to possibly explain why you behaved this way.” He continues. “The most simple reason, you were distracted-”

“Nope. Glued to the cameras the whole time.”

“The most predictable reason, you wanted them to think they had a chance.”

“Hmm...mayy-be?” She pulls her legs up to sit criss-crossed in her chair, and rocks side to side, hands resting on her ankles as she thinks. “I mean, there are ten of them left. Would be a shame if they gave up already, right?”

“...And, based on your current interests. You thought it would make for a more interesting development. Especially in regards to Togami.”

She smiles, teeth splitting her face. “Congratulations, a hun-dred points to dear Mister Kamakura,”  She sings in an exaggerated falsetto, and claps her hands in mock applause. “I was thinking about it, but then he and Kyoko went and had that absolutely lovely little heart-to-heart in the hallway…how could I possibly interrupt my dearest friends?”

He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes narrow slightly, the corners of his lips pulling into a thin line. A look that screams - or maybe just mutters, in his case - ‘what the hell are you talking about.’ “He smashed her hand in a door. She belittled him for his blindness.”

“Yeah, and? Don’t you know what foreplay is?” He doesn’t scoff, but the just-audible exhale he lets out is pretty close. “Oh, shush. Like you would know anything,” She sniffs. “But anyways, I definitely wasn’t expecting them to reach this stage already. I thought it’d take a few more years at least!” She lets loose a laugh, a sharp, bright sound that gets swallowed up by the dense, packed-foam soundproofing around them. “Letting them get away with Alter Ego was totally worth the show!”

He doesn’t look like he agrees, but then again, those old Hope’s Peak scientists hadn’t included ‘Ultimate Clear Emotion Conveying’ among his repertoire of talents, so maybe he was jumping for joy on the inside right now. “Togami’s blindness was an unexpected development,” He agrees. “But that is all. He hasn’t demonstrated any behavior that couldn’t be predicted.”

“You were pretty intrigued by him before though, weren’t you?” She’d had her suspicions from the start, when Byakuya’s first day after waking up was spent squinting and fidgeting with his glasses, but he couldn’t be called an Ultimate for nothing. If she didn’t know him as well as she did, she might’ve even been halfway fooled. 

And the best developments were the ones that hadn’t been planned beforehand. Watching him walk away from the A/V room without even playing his motive disc was such a fun twist that had her raising her brows, even as Mukuro had gotten all pissy, after all the work that she had put into capturing that old butler alive. Even better than that was his breakdowns, when Junko watched him fall into a sinking spiral in his room, muttering to himself and pacing before finally passing out. The difference between his usual hoity-toity self and his total helplessness made for an absolutely delectable kind of gap moe.

“I have no interest in him. Rather, the source of his blindness is what intrigues me.” Izuru corrects her bluntly. “It is unclear what might have caused it. He never displayed symptoms of it prior to the game’s beginning.”

And if she had to be really honest, she wasn’t sure either. “Who knows?” She shrugs. “Spontaneous genetic condition? Maybe he’ll wake up tomorrow morning and be totally bald?”

“The Togami family is obsessed with genetics. Sudden cataract development, or anything of that nature, would have weeded out long ago.” He rebuts. His eyes, a deep, ugly, unnatural red that could make Celeste jealous, fix on her for a moment, and then travel up to look at the monitors, pupils shrinking like a cat’s as they dart from screen to shining screen. “Could it have something to do with the memory wipe?”

“No way!” She snaps back to him immediately, almost affronted. “My process is totally perfect. Do you know how many people I tested it on?” Sure, she’d had plenty of lab rats get seizures, comas, go crazy or just straight-up die, but none of them went blind. “If you don’t believe me, you wanna try it yourself?”

Now that was an idea. Maybe if she could induce an artificial amnesia in Izuru, and completely make him forget how he became this way - gosh, but that could be interesting. An Ultimate Hope who didn’t know what his purpose was? Or, better yet, a Hajime Hinata who didn’t know what he really was?

She could almost drool over the idea of it. Seeing the man, the boy in front of her, twisted, despairing, and utterly ruined - how thrilling would that be?

“Do it to yourself.” Izuru replies sullenly, shattering her daydream in an instant, and she pouts. Spoilsport.

They fall into a comfortable sort of quiet for a moment, as Junko turns back to the screens. Without her sister around, she had to take the role of surveillance onto herself, and that was a 24/7 ordeal. But at least it was something to do, she supposed.

Byakuya was making his way to his room from the cafeteria, apparently completely oblivious to how Toko was stalking him from a few meters behind. Hina and Sakura were working off their post-trial grief through vigorous physical activity - swimming, because of course it would be - Celeste was being comforted by Hifumi, and Hiro was chasing after Mondo, who apparently had given up on trying to eat anything and was now meandering aimlessly through the halls, the dead look on his face evident even through some of the grainier footage. Makoto was wandering, probably trying to repair his broken heart by distracting himself with some good old-fashioned adventuring, or maybe Kyoko.

Waaaait a minute. She frowns suddenly, leaning in closer to scan each of the monitors in quick succession, starting from the camera feeds of the third floor, and working down. Wait a damn minute. There was a suspicious lack of pale, skulking figures in her peripherals - just where was her darling detective?

She feels a little thrill of a delicious dread run up her spine. She went through all this trouble to give Kyoko a full wipe - to clean out every last memory that might give the detective a clue to her own identity - and yet here she was, managing to crawl under Junko’s skin like a centipede, a stubborn parasite. There were only so many unsupervised places that Miss Headmaster’s Daughter could be hiding, and Junko couldn’t help the grin spreading across her face; she could always count on Kyoko to make things interesting.

“Hey, Zuzu. You wanna make a bet?” She hums to Izuru. No Kyoko, but Makoto’s pointed cowlick was coming into view on one of the stairway cameras leading into the second floor, soon accompanied by the rest of him. 

“On what?”

“Oh, anything. Which one of them will die next. If one of them will snap and start trying to kill the rest of them…” She rewinds through the camera recordings of the last hour, speeding through the frames until they’re all mere blurs of color and light. Her eyes dart, and spy the pale, round shape of Kyoko’s head, as she walks into the dark entryway of the second-floor boy’s bathroom, not even half-an-hour ago. “If they manage to figure out the details of Togami’s blindness.”

Another bet. Another meaningless wager on top of the hundreds, thousands, millions of other ones that she’s made and won, but this one might actually surprise her for once. She hopes it will.

“How pointless.” He sighs. But despite that, he hasn’t turned to leave yet. And actually, the fact that he responded at all meant that he was, even just a little bit, curious. “What would we wager? We have nothing of value, and nothing we value enough.” “Hmm, true…and it’s not like we care about either of our lives either.” She fast-forwards the cameras, and watches as Makoto looks left and right, nervous eyes casting up and down the hallway, before he enters the second floor boy’s bathroom. She needs to get moving now, if she was going to make sure her darling detective didn’t go and ruin the game too early, and she shoves aside some empty snack wrappers, the pieces of an unfinished puzzle, a book so dog-eared and worn it was on the brink of disintegrating, and Monokuma’s controller to grab the authentic luchador mask that was hanging off the edge of the table. “We got all the time we need to figure that out, after all. So in the meantime, how about you stick around and see how it goes?"

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[affluent-havoc]

Spoiler Blather Ahead So Be Warned! I personally feel the tragedy would lowkey strip a part of Makoto's identity/make him grow out of this part of himself faster than he would if the tragedy didn't happen. Basically, Makoto mentions how he's a trend follower. His interests are dictated by what's popular. However, with the tragedy, he would be physically incapable of being in tune with the times. As the Ultimate Hope, Makoto would be quite busy. Sure, maybe he could keep up with a few things going on in the world, but he's already far behind by the time he becomes the Ultimate Hope. All of the survivors are. Due to their memories being wiped, they dunno until they are basically face to face with the Mastermind that a year has already passed and they have forgotten that part of their lives. So, they're all be out of the loop both in the state of the world AND whatever hip thing's popular. Furthermore, as time progresses, they all will be busy, having minimal time to keep up with the kids! They got work to do. Not to say that all of them would be out of touch millennials. For Byakuya, I feel he would be very in tuned with the stocks and the state of both Japan and the world. He would already have no interest in the trends of the common people. Not saying he wouldn't learn some stuff from the others but he'd just be that guy that the others would have to explain this new commoner stuff too. There's Kyoko who doesn't care for trends either though being more in the loop than Byakuya. Since she's a detective, being informed of current events would be helpful. Say there was a new app on phones that was shrouded in controversy. By knowing of it's existence, it'd be an aid for any potential cases with it. Kyoko's got good foresight and all. She would by no means be an expert with the trends of course, she too being busy with other tasks, but she'd at least know some info. Meanwhile, I feel Aoi would be in tuned with some stuff but not all. I can see her really being in tuned with swimming related stuff, it being her Ultimate and all and something I don't think she'd drop. So, she'd be the one to update the others on sports news and content. Meanwhile, Hiro is the type I feel would be clueless regardless but also somehow know current trends perhaps via predictions or by chance. Then there's Toko as well who I feel would be a bit more in with the times with her writing, knowing what's in but also staying in her lane. So, she wouldn't know the latest game the kids are obsessed with but she'd know the current books that are out or who the newest rising authors are. For Makoto though, I feel that, once he has time to understand what's going on, he'd be lost a bit on what's trendy. Not saying he wouldn't know anything or wouldn't participate. I feel that he'd be the type of guy who'd go watch Barbie and Oppenheimer for instance but he'd have to be updated a bit since he's a busy man now and can't fully dedicate his time to seeing what's in and what's out. He's not an unemployed teen; he's the Headmaster of Hopes Peak! Though, I feel that he'd be a bit updated on stuff due to the students but still a tad confused simultaneously. Some specific ways I feel he'd turn out during this stage of his life are the following: A) Makoto likes what was popular back in the early 2000's-2010s maybe due to nostalgia, coping, or just out of familiarity. B) He learns of new media, gaining a new sense of taste, maybe becoming akin to new songs and movies from the other survivors or from his students like learning about Vocaloid, indie Internet shows, and kpop. C) He actually becomes akin to new stuff going on (it's just in his genes to be a trend follower) and abandons the old content. D) A mix of the A) and B) where he ends up liking a mix of things, Makoto still liking old content from the 2000's era he remembers enjoying and liking the newer media. This isn't a definitive thought though and I would be happy to see others interpretations on this concept!!! An older Makoto and company would navigate the world, trying their best!

[lousypotatoes]

Hello can you pls write korekiyo shinguji x chubby reader (male reader if your comfortable with it)

Thx :)

I'm not the best at writing for male readers, but I'll try my best for you, pookie <33

This story contains bullying, and Byakuya being a fatphobic asshole. If this makes you uncomfy, please read with caution.

Song Recommendation:

What Makes You Beautiful - One Direction

You're Perfect, My Dear - Korekiyo x Male Reader

You were laying in your dorm, swiping through your phone, trying to distract yourself from the previous events of that day.

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You were sitting at your desk, trying to focus on the trigonometry assignment in front of you. "Who the fuck even came up with the idea of trig?" you angrily muttered.

"Is the boulder having trouble with the assignment?"

You looked up and saw Byakuya standing at your desk, sneering down at you.

"Nice to see you too, asshole," you muttered.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand you," he said. "I don't speak whale.

You gritted your teeth, "Fuck off Byakuya,"

Everyone in the classroom was now staring at the two of you.

"Byakuya, maybe you should stop bothering him and go back to your seat," Makoto nervously suggested.

"Honestly, Y/N," Byakuya said, ignoring Makoto. "For the Ultimate Weightlifter, you sure do have a lot of fat."

Just as he finished speaking, the bell rang, signaling the end of class, and the end of the day.

As fast as you could, you packed up your supplies and speed walked out of there.

"I didn't know pigs could walk on hind feet," you heard Byakuya say as you walked out of the classroom door. You heard a thud and assumed someone, probably Tenko, hit him.

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You were watching a movie on your bed, eating some pretzels, when you heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," you said, your mouth full of pretzels.

The door opened and your boyfriend, Korekiyo walked into the room.

"Hello, love," Korekiyo said, sitting next to you on the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Fantastic, thanks for asking," you muttered.

"Tenko told me what happened," Korekiyo said, pulling you closer to him. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Would you like me to talk to him for you?" he asked, rubbing circles on your back.

"If you do that, Byakuya will make a bigger deal about it then,"

"He didn't have the right to talk to you like that."

"It's Byakuya, he's going to talk to anybody how he wants. He's a self righteous asshole." you sighed out, rubbing your forehead. "It's whatever, Kiyo."

"It is not whatever, Y/N" Korekiyo said, directing your chin with his hand so that you were looking at him. "You are one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever laid my eyes upon,"

You blushed. You felt embarrassed whenever your boyfriend would talk about you like this. But at the same time, you absolutely loved it.

"Anybody would be lucky to be with a man like you, Y/N. So please don't allow yourself to feel like that or allow someone to talk to you like that. You're perfect, my dear."

He lowered his mask, brought your face up to his face and kissed you. His lips molded against yours perfectly, they were soft and warm. It always warmed your heart and brought butterflies to your stomach whenever you and Korekiyo kissed. Only a tiny handful knew about your relationship, let alone that you were gay, so you were grateful when he would show affection in private.

"Thanks, Kiyo," you smiled when you two pulled apart. "I really needed to hear that."

"That's what I'm here for," he said, kissing your cheek.

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Another short one lmao, the next onehshot will be longer I promise

everybody who see's this is perfect in my eyes and don't you dare think otherwise

i need coffee

stay safe and drink lots and lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

[nervous-alien]

Let Me Save Him | At Least Once...

Also can be read on Ao3 and Wattpad!

!Check Introduction for description, disclaimers, warnings, chapter index, and other information!

Quick author's note: For this chapter, I will be using almost exact dialogue from the games during the trial. Sorry if it's a bit repetitive. This will be the only chapter like this. I'm not really sure how I feel about how this turned out. I thought it was a good idea doing most of the trial but I had second thoughts after I was done. Also, chapter two was supposed to be combined with this one but it felt better separate. That's why it is already out. This will most likely be the only time I post two chapters in one day. Enjoy! Please lmk what you think of it!

Ch 1. The End of Something New

Song of the Chapter: Trapdoor ~ Twenty One Pilots

“So what you’re saying is the killer was wearing the same blue tracksuit as him? My tracksuit is black!”

I felt my eyes widen.

It can’t be!

I could feel my heart skip a beat. 

I looked around at my fellow classmates and prayed to whatever god was out there that none of them heard what Mondo had accidentally let slip from his lips, but to my misfortune, Makoto also heard those dreaded words. He glanced over at Kyoko, silently asking if she heard it too and she gave him a small nod.

As Hifumi was proclaiming his innocence, Makoto stopped him mid-sentence. “Hold on a second, Mondo! What did you just say?”

Mondo swiftly looked over to Makoto. I could see a faint glint of fear present in his eyes. I couldn’t tell if it had been there since the beginning or had just appeared, but it was there nonetheless. His brow began to slightly furrow, giving him a perplexed look.

“Huh?” Mondo huffed out, a bit aggressively. It was evident he was caught off-guard. “What’d I say?” His voice had a tinge of uneasiness. You could tell he was getting nervous. He always had a tendency to raise his voice when he felt under pressure. 

My fingers rhythmically began tapping along to a nonexistent beat as I felt myself cringe at his statement. I couldn’t believe he could say such a thing without realizing it. My concern was rapidly growing. 

How did he know that?

There must have been some kind of explanation. My mind began to race with possibilities, but they all led me to one tragic conclusion. My fingers moved faster. I brushed the thoughts away. I was becoming way too anxious.

I forced myself to continue listening. He must have some kind of valid excuse. I refused to believe that Mondo could have been the one who—I couldn’t even finish that thought.

I watched as my kyoudai waited for a response. His hand unconsciously moved to the back of his head, playing with the long strands of hair not included in his pompadour, a habit that I had noticed he only does when he is overwhelmed.

“When Celeste testified a few minutes ago, she never said anything about the jacket’s color. So why did you say Chihiro’s “blue” tracksuit?” Makoto leaned forward on his podium, glaring at Mondo with a look of determination. 

Quiet gasps emitted from most of the class. A few of them shared shocked glances. I doubt Mondo was on any of their radars up until this point.

Mondo’s eyes widened. He had finally realized the crucial mistake he had made. “What are you—? You just—!” he yelled out. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on his face. He was at a loss for words. 

His lavender eyes began darting around the room, noticing that everyone was staring at him. They stopped once they met my red ones. His expression faltered for just a second. I could almost see tears begin to form but he quickly blinked them away. As he did, he promptly altered his gaze.

“Hey, Celeste. What color was Chihiro’s tracksuit?” Byakuya butted into the conversation as it had piqued his interest. He had a small grin tugging at his lip. It was sickening. How could he enjoy anything revolving…this?

Celeste began to think back to the previous encounter. Without a thought, I crossed my fingers in the hope that it was a completely different color. “As a matter of fact, it was…blue.” 

Dang it! 

Byakuya made a grunt of approval and pushed his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. His sickening smile grew wider.

“And before we began the trail,” Makoto began, “did you tell anyone that?” 

I hoped she would say yes. Or at least if she said no, Mondo would reveal that he overheard her telling Makoto. That had to have been the answer.

“The only one I told about any of this was you,” she replied, confidently. And just like that, my hope was instantly crushed once more.

Please, Mondo! Please say you overheard them!

“Then,” I heard Sakura’s voice suddenly, “Mondo, how did you know what color Chihiro’s tracksuit was?” 

Mondo’s knuckles were turning white. He gripped the podium as if trying to squeeze the life out of it. 

“B-Because I—! I just—!” He couldn’t finish a single sentence. I assumed he was just under pressure. He just needed some help! I was sure of it.

“I-I’m sure he saw the clothes at some point in the investigation!” I quickly added to the conversation. 

Mondo slammed his eyes shut, squeezing them tightly as the words left my mouth. His arms began to shake as he gripped the podium even tighter. He swallowed hard and was just about to say something when—

“No, that can’t be it.” Kyoko immediately stated. “The bag and clothes were surely disposed of by the time we began our investigation.” My mind began racing once more. 

How did I already forget that? Why didn’t I say something else? Please don’t say I made this worse!

“Then the only reason he could have known what color the tracksuit was,” Genocide Jill began, yelling excitedly, “is if he saw Cherry with it before he died! That’s the only possibility!” As Hina quietly asked if  ‘Cherry’ was referring to Chihiro, the serial killer continued her accusation. “So, how ‘bout it!? Did you see the tracksuit or didn’t you!?”

“J-Just by chance,” Mondo finally was able to begin defending himself, “ I just happened to see it last night. He walked past me, and he was carrying the tracksuit in his hands.”

See! I knew he was innocent. This just proves it!

“No, that can’t be it, either.” 

Wait, what!? 

“According to Celeste’s testimony, when she noticed it, Chihiro made a point of making sure the jacket was completely in the bag. If you just ran into him briefly, you couldn’t possibly have seen what color the tracksuit was.” 

Why couldn’t Makoto look past this? Why did he have it out for Mondo?

Mondo let out grunts of frustration. 

“It would appear you’ve dug your own grave.” Kyoko kept a straight face. I couldn’t fully tell what she was thinking but I sensed a bit of…pride?

I didn’t understand what made Mondo so suspicious. I mean, yeah he did know the color of Chihiro’s jacket but that doesn’t mean anything. Anyone could have guessed that! Heck, what if he actually did hear about it before but just misspoke about when? It was completely possible he heard Chihiro mention it to someone…maybe?

At least those thoughts helped me keep my faith in my kyoudai.

As I was lost in thought, Kyoko began telling the class how she suspected Mondo from the beginning. Something about him calling Chihiro ‘dude’ instead of ‘chick’. The group was surprised she picked up on such a small detail. Genocide Jill even called her a ‘frightful witch��. 

She is a witch for assuming these horrible things about my kyoudai!

“No, I’m not the frightful one. Not nearly as frightful as someone capable of murdering a friend.” 

Mondo involuntarily made a noise at Kyoko’s statement.

“Mondo, was it really you?” Makoto calmly asked. “Did you really kill Chihiro?” 

I was starting to get sick of that word.

Kill. 

How could anyone associate that word with Mondo?

“I…I…I-I-I…I didn’t kill anyone!” Mondo was almost screaming at this point. “You’ve been all over me, judging everything I say, putting words in my mouth. What gives you the right to treat me like a goddamn criminal!?”

“Y-Yeah! He would never do something like that! This is a false accusation!” I had to jump in and support him. He needed to know that I was there for him. Maybe that would help him calm down and then he wouldn’t say nonsense that could unjustly be used against him.

“It’s true, my reasoning on that is pretty shaky,” Kyoko let out, a bit dejectedly.

“Th-That was fast,” Makoto said, his shocked look mirroring mine. I couldn’t believe Kyoko would just give up that easily. Yes, I was ecstatic that she did, but it didn’t sit right with me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mondo relax. I couldn’t imagine how scared he was. How bad it must have felt to be accused of such a heinous act.

“Well, this does present us with a problem. It seems we are all out of leads,” Celeste sighed, slightly shaking her head.

Hifumi was now bringing up the broken e-Handbook he had found, but I was having a hard time paying attention. I was just too overjoyed. 

They finally moved on from Mondo. They finally realized that he would never do such a thing. I wanted to run over to him and embrace him. I wanted to congratulate the fact that we would still have each other by our sides helping one another get through this game. But after this trial, I would have to give him a lecture to make sure he learns to think before he speaks. He almost framed himself without reason!

I shook myself out of my thoughts again when I heard the word sauna.

Apparently, Hifumi found the broken handbook on the floor in there. 

Just the thought of the room reminded me of that night two days ago. The night Mondo and I became kyoudais. It was one of the best nights I had ever had. But as much as I would like to reminisce, I had to pay more attention to the case.

The group had just been discussing the handbook’s weakness. Monokuma confirmed their thoughts and now began ranting about saunas.

“The temperature in the sauna can reach over 200 degrees. Strange how you don’t get burnt, huh!? It’s because as your sweat evaporates, it creates a cooling layer of air around your skin! If the hot air of the sauna were somehow pushed directly onto your skin, you’d definitely get fried! That layer of air would get blown away. That’s why you may feel a burning when you move around. So when you’re in a sauna, make sure to keep nice and still!”

“Wow, interesting! I learned one new fact today!” I exclaimed. That was actually very useful information! Who would have thought you could learn something worthwhile from that bear?

I’ll have to keep that in mind next time Mondo and I hang out in the sauna!

I began getting lost in thought once more, planning to ask Mondo if he would like to spend time with me the next night. We could go to the sauna again! I thought about all the fun we could have since we wouldn’t have to worry about a competition. I thought about finally seeing him with only a towel, his large muscles as they began to gleam with sweat. I—

Wait a minute! What was that about!?

I noticed that my cheeks were growing warm. I quickly shook my thoughts away. I didn’t know why I would think such… inappropriate thoughts about my kyoudai. I forced myself to just ignore those…thoughts, and listen back in on the conversation.

“What if the killer took their own handbook into the sauna, not knowing its weakness, and it broke? They’d realize it was broken, of course, and it wouldn’t be hard to figure out why. And once they had Chihiro’s handbook, they knew they had an easy way to dispose of it,” Kyoko suggested.

“I won’t say it’s not possible, but,” Byakuya chimed in again, “who would have done something like that? I don’t know of anyone who took their handbook into the sauna.” 

Surprisingly, Byakuya had a good point. Who in their right mind would take a handbook into the sauna? Unless they left it in their pocket or something. But then again, who would wear clothes in the sauna other than—

N-No. No, no, no, no, NO! Ignore that thought! You’re still caught up over them accusing him.

“I might know someone who did,” Makoto hesitantly said. 

He had to have thought the same thing as me. But it couldn’t have been right. We were just thinking of the worst!

“I think the one who may have taken their handbook into the sauna was,” Makoto continued, but paused before he said the name. He slowly looked over to Mondo and proceeded to stare him down.

Tears began forming in my eyes, threatening to fall. I had let out a few grunts, trying but failing to hide my sobs.

“Mondo…your handbook got broken in the sauna, didn’t it?”

Mondo stiffened up like before after hearing his name. “Wh-Wh-What!?” 

“Why!? Why do you keep accusing him!?” I continued to hold back my tears but you could tell they were close to falling by my wavering voice. 

Mondo looked over at me and I could see the sadness in his eyes again. He looked guilty. He was trying to hide it as well, but he too looked as if he was about to cry.

“Mondo and Taka had an endurance contest in the sauna not too long ago, remember? And for the contest, Mondo just so happened to keep his school uniform on. But little did he realize, he’d also left his handbook in one of his uniform pockets. And when it was all over, Mondo discovered that taking your handbook into the sauna could easily destroy it.”

“No, wait, hold on!” I slammed my hands on my podium and stared daggers at Makoto. “You’ve got it all wrong! He would never kill—! I don’t accept this! Show me the proof! The actual, solid proof!”

“Let’s test Makoto’s assertion. If what he says is correct then Mondo,” Kyoko looked over to him, “ you broke your own handbook.”

“In other words, if Mondo’s handbook is actually broken, then that proves what Makoto said is right,” Celeste added.

“Well, my goddamn handbook works just fine!” Mondo yelled in his defense. 

“S-See? Look! Makoto was wrong, after all! Mondo wouldn’t hurt a fly!” I was also yelling. I needed to make sure everyone knew that Makoto was wrong. I glanced over to Makoto and saw that he still had determination. He wasn’t giving up.

“Mondo, the handbook you have right now…Is it really yours?” I didn’t know what he was getting at but I could tell it was not good.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean!?” Mondo asked it as a question, but a distant part of me could tell that he knew exactly what Makoto meant.

“The broken handbook that was in the main hall…Isn’t that one actually yours?” 

“What the heck are you talking about!?” I asked, finally voicing my confusion. 

“What I mean is, I think Mondo swapped his handbook out for one that actually works. I think he took Leon’s handbook and replaced it with his own. After all, Monokuma said himself that Leon’s handbook never should have broken.”

I stopped listening as a few others added to the conversation, just spacing out, until I heard Makoto mention Mondo’s name again.

“Well, Mondo? If I’m wrong about this, you’re welcome to say so. I’m happy to admit I made a mistake, but—” Makoto began but was cut off by Mondo.

“S-Son of a bitch!” Mondo muttered those words but said nothing else.

Why wasn’t he defending himself?

“What’s wrong, kyoudai?” I asked him, hastily making my way over to his podium. He made no response.

I grabbed him by the shoulders, starting to shake him, begging for some kind of response. “Come on, tell him he’s wrong!” My tears returned once more and began streaming down my face. He was staring right into my eyes until he saw the tears. He then looked slightly to the side. Water began welling in his eyes but he still stayed strong and refused to let them fall.

I turned away from him, leaving one hand on his shoulder as I looked at the rest of the class. “You ARE wrong! You HAVE to be wrong! Everything you just said is wrong! You made it all up!”  I sobbed.

“Okay, then why don’t we look back on this case one more time, from the beginning? That way, everything will become clear, and we’ll all see if I was right or wrong!”

Makoto began explaining the events, as I stared at him mortified. Unconsciously, I moved closer to Mondo and thought about pulling him into a hug but ultimately decided against it.

My head began spinning. I hated what I was hearing. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, what Makoto was saying made complete sense.

What are you thinking? They’re all just polluting your mind! There’s absolutely NO way Mondo is guilty! It just all coincidentally fits in place.

“And that’s how it all played out. Isn’t that right, Mondo Owada!?” Makoto finished the story and was now pointing an accusing finger toward my kyoudai.

Mondo started to breathe irregularly and began making strained noises. He just stared blankly at the ground, tears finally falling.

“W-Wait! No, this can’t be right! Where’s your evidence?” I was desperate to prove that this was false…Even if I wasn’t so sure anymore. I don’t think there was anything that could disprove it at this point but I had to at least try. “Y-Yeah, where’s your evidence!? You need evidence! You need proof! Without any proof, you can’t pin any of this on him!”

I felt like I was going mad. I just kept shouting “Show me some evidence! You’re wrong! I won’t listen! I refute you! False! You’re corrupt! I refuse to vote!” until Makoto broke me from my trance.

“If my thinking so far is right…Mondo must have replaced his broken handbook with Leon’s. In which case, we can just check each of our handbooks right now. Once we do that, we’ll—” Makoto was interrupted by something I dreaded hearing.

“We don’t gotta do that.”

“Huh?” Makoto’s eyes were wide. He was shocked by Mondo’s sudden submission.

“Yeah. Yeah…I did it…I killed him.” He started shaking.

I turned back towards him and placed my other hand back on his shoulder, facing him towards me again. He refused to look me in the eyes.

“Kyoudai? Kyoudai…what are you saying?” I wanted to shove my face into his shoulder and just hold him tight.

“I got no choice, man. After hearing all that, I gotta just…give up.” My mouth was slightly ajar. I couldn’t understand why he was giving in to their madness. “Go ahead, Monokuma. Get it over with. Ask for the god damned verdict.”

I felt the color drain from my face.

Th-That means he’s going to get—

“W-Wait, hold on—!” I couldn’t let this happen. I couldn’t bear to see my kyoudai get executed in front of me!

“No waiting! No holding on! Time for the moment we’ve all been waiting for! Grab your lever and give it a yank! Who will you elect as the blackened this time around? Will you make the right choice or the dreadfully wrong one? What’s it gonna be? What’s it gonna beeee!?” 

I felt like punching that bear into tomorrow, but I knew better than that. Mostly because I didn’t feel like exploding or getting impaled like Junko. I was contemplating not voting but I didn’t know what would happen to me if I didn’t so I begrudgingly made my way back to my podium where the small levers were.

I looked at all of the names in front of me. I couldn’t bring myself to vote for…Mondo. I considered who else to vote for but I couldn’t with good conscience pick anyone. Then I looked at my name. Before I could think, I yanked my lever down and immediately sprinted back over to Mondo. 

Once I made it back to him, I snuck a glance at his levers.

He v-voted for h-himself!

My hand instinctively reached for his and squeezed it tightly. As much as I hated any form of… P.D.A…especially in a school setting…I needed some form of comfort. He looked over at me for a second but quickly looked away.

The slot machine used to show the person with the most votes lit up, signifying that everyone had voted. I shut my eyes, not wanting to see the verdict.

I heard the sound of coins falling and celebratory music, showing that the class had voted for the guilty person. Even though I knew the answer, I opened my eyes and saw three tiny pictures of Mondo on the machine’s screen. Below it, the word ‘guilty' flashed in red.

I involuntarily let out a loud sob and looked over at Mondo. He was still staring at the ground like before.

“Uh-oh…This time it looks like…you got it right again! Yes, it is so. The blackened that killed Chihiro Fujisaki was…Mondo Owaaadaaaa!” Monokuma sang out cheerfully. “In case you’re wondering, the vote was NOT unanimous. Kiyotaka chose the wrooong answer! You’re treading very close to the danger zone, Mr. Ishimaru! You need to be more careful!”

I felt everyone’s eyes on us. Us. The murderer and the psycho who was too stupid to believe his kyoudai would commit such a crime.

My hand released its grip from Mondo’s. “I-I refuse to believe it. There’s no way…no way he would kill someone!”

“Sorry…”

Is that all he had to say!?

My sadness now had a newly found anger with it. I swiftly turned around and yanked Mondo forward by grabbing onto his beloved jacket. I put my face close to his and began yelling.

“Wh-Why are you apologizing!? Why!? Why why why why why!? WHYYY!? Wh…why? Why did you do it!?”

My words left him speechless.

“Well, it looks like Mondo’s taken a vow of silence, so allow me to explain on his behalf. The story of murder this time…is the sad story of two men...” Monokuma told the class a story about Chihiro’s past, explaining his secret. “And the person he went to…”

“It was me,” Mondo softly let out, almost as a whisper.

“Yup, it sure was! The biker gang fella had been painfully clear about how important his manly promises were. So Chihiro probably figured that even if he confided in Mondo, his honor would make him keep the secret.”

The group was now talking about how Mondo kept the promise he made to Chihiro, and how he tried to hide Chihiro’s real gender. I couldn’t comprehend any of this anymore. The whole thing didn’t make any sense.

“Then…Mondo did all that to keep the promise he’d made to Chihiro…who he’s also killed?” Makoto was also trying to wrap his head around this concept.

“Why…would he…do that? The more I hear you talk, the more I don’t understand!” I turned to Mondo. “I mean, you guys trusted each other, right!? So why? Why did you…?” I needed to hear the real reason come from his own mouth.

“Because…no matter what, I didn’t want anyone to know…” I felt myself physically lean back a bit. 

He k-killed Chihiro over one little secret?

“So that’s what triggered it, after all. The possibility of having your embarrassing memories and secrets exposed,” Kyoko looked somewhat disappointed but at the same time…understanding?

“Th-That’s impossible! Nothing could have been that bad! Something he didn’t want anyone to know, even if it meant killing someone? It’s impossible!” My secret was pretty bad, but to kill someone over it? I couldn’t even dream of doing something like that.

“How many times must I repeat myself? To judge others by your own standard is the height of folly. Even if you can’t comprehend it, he obviously can. That’s all there is to it.” For some reason, Byakuya kept getting defensive over that but I just ignored it. I didn’t care what he thought, I was too busy worrying about…other things.

“Well, while we’re on the subject, why don’t I tell you? That embarrassing memory…That secret he didn’t want anyone to know. You know what Mondo did? He killed his own brother!”

Mondo’s eyes fill back up with tears. I reclasped my hand with his to try to give him comfort. He squeezed it until it felt like he was going to break it, as Monokuma now told Mondo’s story. The story about how Mondo accidentally caused his brother Daiya’s death…

“N-No matter what…I couldn’t let the other gang members find out. If that happened, everything would have been ruined…Everything me and my brother had worked to create…woulda been destroyed…His death…all the guilt I’d been carrying around…it all woulda been for nothing. So that’s why…That’s why I…I…!” I had never seen Mondo act this way before. It felt like someone was ripping my heart out. I hated seeing him like this more than anything.

“Mondo…” Makoto tried comforting him. I tried ignoring the tinge of jealousy I felt.

“After I saw what Monokuma had on me, my head filled up with a kind of fuzzy uneasiness, and just started swirlin’ around. I’d never felt anything like it before. I…I didn’t know what to do about it. I wasn’t sure what to think or say. But after a while, that fuzzy uneasiness…turned itself into a rock-hard lump of anxiety, way down in my stomach! And it was right around then that Chihiro asked me to start working out with him. And right there, I… He told me a secret. His words were like a knife in my gut. I felt like he was exposing the lie I’d been living myself. I was…jealous. I was jealous of Chihiro’s strength. He had the strength to face his own weakness, to try and overcome it! It was the kind of strength I’ve never had…So I was jealous of him. And that jealousy…broke me. I felt like I could hear something starting to…creak. Something…inside my head. I don’t remember anything after that. When I woke up again, he was laying at my feet…covered in blood. I had the dumbbell in my hand…and I was just staring at him…down on the ground…”

He was violently shaking now, sobbing the words out. “H-Hey…” I reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace. He buried his face into my shoulder. I rubbed circles into his back trying to calm him down. I leaned my head against his and let my tears dampen his hair.

“I…killed him. I killed Chihiro. Even after all this time, I’m still just as weak as I’ve always been! And thanks to that, I did something I can never take back!”

Monokuma began laughing. “Look at him! You see? You’re all just like him! For a secret from the past, for a memory. For that, he killed another living human in cold blood! He couldn’t cut free of his regrets from the outside world. He doesn’t know what true strength is. Do you see hope anywhere in there!? Cuz I sure don’t!”

I felt myself lose control of my emotions. Hearing him say such hateful things about my kyoudai made me snap. I couldn’t stand that…that…STUPID FUCKING BEAR!

“You…bastard! Just shut up, you son of a bitch! Go ahead, say that again, I dare you!” 

Everyone stared at me with shock. I had even shocked myself. I never swear. I didn’t know what came over me.

I felt Mondo pull away from me. He looked at me with heartbroken eyes.

“Okay! I’ll say it as many times as I want!...is what I want to say, but unfortunately, I can’t do that right now! Because the time for punishing is fast approaching!”

It felt like I had gotten punched in the gut.

“You mean…execution!?” I held onto Mondo for dear life. I couldn’t let that monster take him away from me.

“That’s what I promised you, right? The blackened that disturbs the peace will be punished.”

“H-Hold on!” I shuffled towards Monokuma’s chair.

“Now then, I’ve prepared a very special punishment for Mondo Owada, the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader!” The bear began dancing around, grabbing his gavel.

“N-No, wait! Wait! Don’t do this! Take me instead!” I was screaming like a madman.

“Let’s give it everything we’ve got! It’s…PUNISHMENT TIIIME!” Monokuma began slowly raising his miniature hammer, adding what he must have thought was dramatic ‘suspense’. 

I lunged forward slamming my hands on the armrest of the chair. “I! Said! WAAAAAIIIITT!!!”

Through my screams, I could hear Mondo say his…final words. Words that I will never forget, no matter how long I live. Words that will forever haunt my dreams…

“Sorry, man. I couldn’t keep the promise we made…from one man to another…”

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