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Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

Rating: Explicit

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Content Warnings: Dubious Consent, Prostitution, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood and Violence

Categories: F/M, Multi, F/F

Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character(s), Nanami Kento/Original Female Character(s), Getou Suguru/Original Female Character(s), Ieiri Shoko & Iori Utahime

Major Characters: Original Characters, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, Okkotsu Yuuta, Toudou Aoi, Zenin Naobito, Zenin Jinichi, Zenin, Zenin Ougi, Fushiguro Megumi, Kamo Clan, Nitta Akari, Inumaki Toge, Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime, Kusakabe Atsuya, Muta Kokichi, Itadori Yuuji, Hakari Kinji

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Chapter 12 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Two days after their investigation in Niigata, Nanami, Rin, Itadori, and Okkotsu found themselves in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. The city buzzed with life, its skyline a mix of modern skyscrapers and historic architecture. As they exited the bustling airport, the humid air enveloped them, a stark contrast to the cooler climate they had left behind.

The group made their way through the crowded terminal, their steps purposeful. Rin walked with a quiet confidence and beside her, Nanami’s composed demeanor was a steadying presence. Itadori and Okkotsu followed closely, their expressions reflecting a mix of curiosity and excitement. Despite the intensity of their business, the young sorcerers couldn’t help but be intrigued by the vibrant city they found themselves in.

As they reached the exit, Nanami turned to the group, “We’ll head to our hotel first, get settled in. After that, we’ll review the details of our investigation.”

They nodded in agreement, and soon they were in a taxi, weaving through the busy streets of Kuala Lumpur. The city’s energy was palpable, the mix of cultures and influences evident in every corner.

At the hotel, they checked in and quickly made their way to their rooms. The accommodations were modest but comfortable, providing a much-needed respite after their long journey. Once everyone had a chance to freshen up, they gathered in Nanami and Rin’s room, ready to discuss their next steps.

"We conveniently have a contact here," Nanami began, "But unfortunately they were delayed until tomorrow. For now, we should lay low and-"

"Or," Rin interrupted, placing her hand on Nanami's arm, "We could enjoy the day off? It has been some time since all of us could just relax. Why not take advantage?"

Nanami's eyes flicked down to her hand, her perfectly manicured nails and slender fingers just resting on his bare forearm. With a sigh he shook his head, but relented. "Fine. We can... We can enjoy a day off. I suppose there's no harm in it."

Both Itadori and Okkotsu sighed with relief and then broke into chatter about what they wanted to go and see. Rin, to Nanami's surprise, joined in with them and even pulled out her phone to look up places to visit. The stoic blond found himself at an odd crossroads. On the one street was the comforting embrace of work and professionalism, but on the other was...

"Let's go find a place to buy something more comfortable!" Rin said, smiling at the boys, "It'll double as a souvenir, hmm?"

Before Nanami could process all of this, the group set off together to visit the iconic Petronas Twin Towers. The sleek, shimmering towers stood majestically against the sky. They took their time admiring the view from the observation deck, marveling at the sprawling cityscape below.

As the day progressed, they split up to explore different parts of the city. Rin and Nanami decided to enjoy a more relaxed pace, visiting the serene Lake Gardens. They wandered through the beautifully manicured gardens, enjoying the tranquility and the vibrant flora. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and they paused frequently to take in the sights and sounds.

Rin's arm was linked with Nanami's as they strolled together, only parting when Rin would admire a flower or take a photo. Thankfully he'd bought sunglasses because Nanami couldn't tear his eyes from her. She smiled so freely here, dressed in a loose cotton skirt and top. The breeze would give him a little peek at the bikini she'd chosen to wear beneath. He'd never seen this side of her and it made his heart clench in his chest. He couldn't help but believe this was who she should be, not forced to be the proper and uptight manager of a brothel.

Meanwhile, Itadori and Okkotsu sought out the bustling markets and vibrant street life. They wandered through the colorful stalls of Central Market, sampling exotic fruits and local delicacies, and admiring the intricate handicrafts on display. The lively atmosphere and the energetic buzz of the market were infectious, and they found themselves caught up in the excitement of discovering new things.

Itadori already had an armful of souvenirs for the other guys and Okkotsu had amassed a collection of candies and sweets to share with Rika. The two boys hadn't had time to really interact more than for business, but they were building a strong friendship as they enjoyed the city.

In the late afternoon, the group reconvened at a charming café near the Bukit Bintang district. They shared pictures and experiences over drinks, laughing and exchanging stories. The café had a cozy, welcoming atmosphere, and the cool drinks were a reprieve from the heat.

As evening approached, they made their way to a seaside restaurant for dinner. The restaurant had a stunning view of the beach, and they enjoyed a delicious meal as they watched the sun slowly dip towards the horizon. The sky was painted in hues of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over the water.

As they left the restaurant, Nanami glanced at the boys over his sunglasses with a certain twinkle in his eyes. The two of them immediately caught the hint and Itadori rambled something about going to a shop or two before meeting back at the hotel. They scurried away and Nanami turned to Rin and extended his hand. She smiled, softly enough that heart fluttered, and placed her hand in his.

Together they took a walk along the beach together. The sand was cool beneath their feet, and the sound of the waves was soothing. They walked in comfortable silence, the air filled with the scent of salt and flowers. The gentle breeze tousled through Rin's hair, her braid loosening.

They found a secluded spot beneath a canopy of flowers, they sat down, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. There were no words shared between them, despite the tense silence. It was an unspoken line between them that they rarely could cross without repercussion, but tonight it felt blurred.

Rin's knees were pulled up to her chest and her chin resting on her arms. The setting sun sparkled in her eyes. Nanami glanced above him at the hibiscus, then over at Rin again. Reaching up, he gently plucked a vibrant bloom and leaned forward to present it to her with a gentle smile. She lifted her head, her cheeks dusted with pink, and gently went to take the flower only for him to reach past her hand.

"If I could," he whispered as he carded a hand through her hair and placed the flower behind her ear, "I would keep you here with me forever. I would never tire of that beautiful smile."

His hand lingered as the long strand slid through his fingers as his gaze met hers. Her breath caught as he pressed his lips gently to her hair before letting it slide out between his fingers. Rin blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her at the tender gesture and those painful promises he could never keep. They shared a quiet smile, their unspoken understanding a strong and painful reminder of what they couldn't have.

Unbeknownst to them, Okkotsu and Itadori were watching from a distance. Itadori, oblivious to the nuances of the scene, nudged Okkotsu. "Look at them, they seem happy," he said with a grin.

Okkotsu, however, recognized the significance of the moment and knew it was yet another secret he needed to keep. He simply nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, they do," he agreed, feeling a sense of contentment seeing them find a moment of peace and connection.

As the sky darkened and the stars began to twinkle overhead, Rin and Nanami sat together, wrapped in their own world. It was a perfect end to a day of exploration and enjoyment, a reminder of the simple pleasures that life had to offer amidst the chaos.

The next morning Nanami spread out a series of documents on the small table in the center of the hotel room, “Our contact has provided us with information about the facility we need to investigate. It’s located in a less populated area outside the city, which should make our approach easier.”

Rin nodded, her eyes focused on the map, “Do we know what kind of security we are expecting?”

“Based on the intel, it’s heavily guarded,” Nanami replied. “Our primary goal is to gather as much information as possible.”

Rin looked at each of them, her expression serious yet reassuring, “Remember, we’re here to uncover the truth about Q.N. specifically. Any information you find could be useful. Sarah knows things that she hasn't shared so the more we can bring her, the better.”

With their strategy in place, the group spent the next few hours preparing for their mission. They reviewed the facility’s layout and memorized key details. They set out for the facility, their resolve unwavering. The journey ahead was fraught with danger, but together, they were a formidable team.

Arriving by bus, they stepped out into the oppressive, humid air once again. The sun was high in the sky, casting a relentless heat over the area. It was mid-afternoon, and the temperature was brutally hot.

“Ugh, it’s like an oven out here,” Okkotsu complained, wiping sweat from his brow.

“This is unbearable,” Itadori added, fanning himself with his hand. “How do people live in this heat?”

Nanami turned to hush them, but Rin, ever observant, caught him discreetly fanning himself with a folded piece of paper. She stifled a laugh and nudged him lightly.

“Even you can’t deny it’s hot, Nanami,” she teased, a smile playing on her lips.

Nanami’s serious facade cracked just a bit, and he sighed, “Alright, it is rather warm.”

The group shared a brief moment of levity, a small respite from the tension of their mission. However, the moment quickly faded as they approached the facility. Before them stood a vast and high-tech row of greenhouses, their sleek, glass structures gleaming under the intense sunlight.

“Stay focused,” Nanami reminded them, his voice returning to its usual, no-nonsense tone. “We have a job to do.”

Rin took the lead, her eyes scanning for any signs of surveillance. Seeing none, she extended a single lock of her long, dark hair. With a delicate precision, she manipulated it to unlatch the door to the nearest greenhouse. The door clicked open silently, and she gently pushed it ajar.

They stepped inside, the cool air of the greenhouse a welcome contrast to the heat outside. The interior was meticulously organized, with rows and rows of herbs stretching as far as they could see. The air was filled with the earthy, aromatic scents of the plants, mingling with the faint hum of climate control systems.

“Impressive setup,” Okkotsu whispered, his eyes wide as he took in the sight.

“Yes, but what are they growing here?” Itadori wondered aloud, his curiosity piqued.

Rin moved forward, examining the plants closely, “These aren't just any herbs, these are specific plants used in traditional medicines. Rare ones, at that.”

Nanami nodded in agreement, “As expected.”

“Let’s document everything,” Rin said, pulling out her phone, “We need evidence.”

Just as they finished, a noise echoed from outside the greenhouse. Footsteps, approaching quickly.

“Someone’s coming,” Okkotsu hissed, his body tensing.

“Hide,” Nanami ordered quietly. The group swiftly moved into the shadows, finding cover behind the rows of herbs.

They held their breath as the door to the greenhouse opened, the silhouette of a guard appearing in the entrance. He looked around suspiciously, his eyes scanning the area. The group remained perfectly still, their hearts pounding.

After what felt like an eternity, the guard seemed to dismiss his suspicions and closed the door, his footsteps receding.

They exhaled in relief, emerging from their hiding spots.

“We need to be more careful,” Rin said, her voice steady but low. “We can’t afford to get caught.”

“Agreed,” Nanami replied. “Let’s finish up and get out of here.”

With renewed urgency, they completed their documentation and slipped back out the way they came, ensuring everything was back in place. They stepped outside into the sweltering heat once more. They moved from greenhouse to greenhouse, each one revealing different herbal remedies and plants cultivated with precision. Among the most intriguing discoveries was a greenhouse filled with a variety of cacti, including the specific type that produced the rare and beautiful Queen of Night flowers. The sight of the tightly budded flowers hinted at the potential for something extraordinary to unfold after dusk.

Rin carefully locked the door behind them as they exited the cactus greenhouse. The group huddled together for a brief discussion, their faces serious and focused.

"We should split up to cover more ground," Nanami suggested, his eyes scanning the area. "Okkotsu, you head to that building on the outskirts. Rin, continue documenting the greenhouses and check the computers inside each one for any useful information. Itadori and I will enter the main building."

Everyone nodded in agreement. With a final glance at each other, they set off in their respective directions, each aware of the importance of their individual tasks.

Okkotsu headed towards the solitary building on the outskirts, his steps cautious and eyes alert for any signs of danger. He knew his mission was crucial; whatever was hidden in that building could be the key to unraveling the entire operation.

Rin moved from greenhouse to greenhouse, her camera capturing every detail. She meticulously documented the plants and took note of any peculiarities. Inside each greenhouse, she checked the computers, scanning through files and records for anything that could provide insight into the facility's operations.

Nanami and Itadori approached the main building, their expressions resolute. Nanami's keen eyes scanned the surroundings, while Itadori followed closely, ready for anything.

As they reached the entrance, Nanami paused, his hand on the door handle. "Stay close and be alert," he instructed Itadori.

"Got it," Itadori replied, his voice steady.

Nanami pushed the door open, and they stepped inside. The air was cooler, filled with the faint hum of machinery. The interior was a stark contrast to the greenhouses, more industrial and sterile.

They moved quietly through the corridors, Nanami leading the way. His instincts told him to head towards the central office area, where they were likely to find the most critical information.

Meanwhile, Okkotsu approached the solitary building. It was smaller than the main structure but still imposing. He glanced around, ensuring no one was watching, before slipping inside. The interior was dimly lit, filled with crates and equipment. He began his search, looking for anything that could hint at the building's purpose.

Back in the greenhouses, Rin's diligent search bore fruit. In one of the computers, she found a series of encrypted files. With a frown, she pulled out a portable drive and began downloading the data. As the progress bar slowly inched forward, she kept an ear out for any approaching footsteps.

Nanami and Itadori reached the office area, finding it surprisingly empty. They split up, each taking a different section to search. Nanami focused on the filing cabinets and desks, while Itadori turned to the computers.

"Hey, Nanami, look at this," Itadori called softly.

Nanami joined him, peering at the computer screen. Itadori had found a set of documents detailing the experimentation on sorcerers and information about cursed based medicine. It included detailed descriptions of the ingredients and the methods used to enhance the herbs.

"This is what we need," Nanami said, his tone grim. "Copy everything."

As Itadori copied the files, Nanami continued his search, finding several ledgers that detailed transactions and shipments. It was clear the operation was extensive and well-funded.

Outside, Okkotsu finally found something of interest. Hidden behind a stack of crates was a secure door. Using his strength, he forced it open, revealing a small room filled with various vials and containers. He recognized some of the substances as ingredients used in cursed techniques. Carefully, he documented everything, taking photos and samples.

Among the various vials and containers, he found something particularly interesting: a large, worn binder. He opened it to find dosage information and records dating back to 2003. Though he didn't recognize the specifics of the dosages, the detailed entries seemed suspicious. Trusting his instincts, he carefully documented the contents with his phone, capturing every page.

Satisfied with his findings, Okkotsu quickly made his way back to the rendezvous point to meet up with Rin, Nanami, and Itadori. As he approached, Itadori immediately noticed an odd smell coming from him.

"Okkotsu, do you smell that?" Itadori asked, his brow furrowing in concern.

Okkotsu paused, confused. "What smell?"

But before he could fully process Itadori's question, his head began to swim. Dizziness overtook him, and he staggered slightly.

"Whoa, Okkotsu!" Itadori exclaimed, rushing to his side. "Something's wrong. We need to get you out of here."

Rin and Nanami quickly joined them, concern etched on their faces. Itadori didn't waste any time; he lifted Okkotsu onto his back, securing him with a firm grip.

"Let's move, now," Nanami commanded, leading the way out of the facility.

They hurriedly made their way through the greenhouses and back towards the bus stop, every second feeling like an eternity. The oppressive heat and humidity only added to their urgency. Rin kept a vigilant watch on their surroundings, her senses on high alert, "We need to get him somewhere safe and figure out what happened."

As they finally reached the bus stop, Rin flagged down a taxi instead. They couldn't afford to wait. The driver, seeing their urgency, quickly agreed to take them to the nearest hospital. Once inside the cool confines of the taxi, Itadori gently laid Okkotsu across the back seat, keeping an eye on his friend.

"Okkotsu, hang in there," he urged, worry evident in his voice.

Rin, sitting in the front, turned to the driver. "Please hurry."

The taxi sped through the busy streets of Kuala Lumpur, heading straight to the hospital. Every moment felt critical, and the tension inside the vehicle was palpable. By the time they arrived at the hospital, Okkotsu was barely conscious.

At the hospital, the medical staff quickly identified the cause of Okkotsu's symptoms: poisoning from the Angel Trumpet flower. Rin, recognizing the effects, explained them to Nanami in a hushed but urgent tone.

"Angel Trumpet poisoning can cause hallucinations, confusion, and death," Rin said, her expression grim. "The lab must have been trapped with the dust from the flower."

Nanami's eyes narrowed as he connected the dots, "They probably set up the trap to deter anyone from snooping around. If someone finds out Okkotsu was poisoned, it could alert the facility that we were there."

The hospital staff informed them that Okkotsu needed a night's rest to recover fully. They handed over his clothes and belongings in a sealed bag, ensuring none of the poisonous dust was still present.

"Thank you," Nanami said to the nurse, taking the bag. He turned to the rest of the team. "We need to be cautious. If the facility suspects anything, our entire operation could be compromised."

Rin nodded, "We should leave as soon as possible. The earliest flight home."

Itadori, still shaken but determined, agreed, "I'll keep an eye on Okkotsu tonight. We can't afford to take any chances."

They decided to stay at the hospital, taking turns keeping watch over Okkotsu. The night passed slowly, each member of the team on high alert, their minds racing with the potential consequences of being discovered.

As dawn approached, they prepared to leave. Okkotsu, now more alert but still weak, was helped into a wheelchair by Itadori. The hospital staff, sympathetic to their urgency, expedited the discharge process.

"Let's get to the airport," Nanami said, his voice firm but calm. "We need to get out of here before anyone starts asking questions."

They called for a taxi and made their way to the airport, the early morning light casting long shadows on the streets of Kuala Lumpur. The city was beginning to wake up, but their focus was solely on their mission and the need to leave undetected.

At the airport, they moved quickly through security, ensuring Okkotsu was comfortable and keeping a low profile. The team boarded the earliest flight available, settling into their seats with a collective sigh of relief.

As the plane took off, Rin glanced at Nanami, who was deep in thought. "Do you think we got enough evidence?" she asked quietly.

Nanami nodded. "We have significant findings. Once we're back, we'll analyze everything and figure out our next steps."

Okkotsu, resting beside Itadori, managed a weak smile, "Thank you, everyone. I'm sorry for causing so much trouble."

"You did great, Okkotsu," Itadori reassured him. "We're in this together."

As the plane soared above the clouds, they felt a renewed sense of determination. The stakes were high, but their resolve was unwavering.

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The next afternoon, after a well-deserved rest, Nanami met with Geto in a discreet location. The air was thick with anticipation as the two experienced sorcerers prepared to share their findings and strategize their next moves.

Nanami began by detailing their discoveries. "We found extensive documentation in the greenhouses, including dosage information dating back to 2003. There was also a lab trapped with Angel Trumpet dust, which poisoned Okkotsu. The facility's setup is sophisticated, indicating a significant operation. The presence of high-tech greenhouses and various rare herbs suggests they're heavily backed for some purpose. I think it may be directly connected to the drug's production."

Geto listened intently, nodding as he absorbed the information, "This fits with what we've been finding. We've been focused on collecting any and all samples of the product, but it's been challenging to pinpoint the source. It wouldn't surprise me that it's being partially produced there and then sent to Niigata."

Nanami leaned forward, his expression serious, "We need to be cautious. Whoever is in control here is backing Kamo and likely a lot more."

Geto sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I agree. The Kamo clan's influence is extensive, we have to tread carefully. We've also had another issue on our hands—Hakari and some of the younger sorcerers have been targeting the Zen'in."

Nanami raised an eyebrow, "Targeting them? Why?"

"Apparently, it stems from the death of Fumiya," Geto explained, "Hakari took it upon himself to instigate fights with the Zen'in. I had to deal with a scuffle recently, and it's becoming a problem."

Nanami frowned. "That's concerning. If the younger sorcerers are acting rashly, it could jeopardize our efforts. We need them to stay focused and disciplined."

Geto nodded. "I agree. I've tried to rein them in, but it's proving difficult. They're passionate, but they lack the experience to handle situations delicately."

Nanami sighed, leaning back in his chair, "We'll need to address this directly. Perhaps a more structured training regimen or assigning them to different mentors might help. We can't afford internal conflicts while dealing with the Kamo group and this drug operation."

"That's a good idea," Geto said thoughtfully. "I'll talk to Gojo about it, though he's been... distracted lately."

Nanami's eyes narrowed. "Distracted how?"

Geto hesitated, then decided to share. "He's been spending a lot more time with Shimizu, and they haven't been exactly discreet. I found them at Tenjiku, drunk and causing a scene. He's been trying to drown out his stress with anything he can get his hands on."

Nanami sighed deeply, "That's not good. We need everyone at their best right now. I'll have a word with Gojo myself. He needs to understand the gravity of the situation."

Geto shrugged, "You can certainly try. I'm not sure if it will work, but the stakes are too high not to give it a shot."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their responsibilities pressing down on them. Despite the challenges, they knew they had to persevere. The discovery in Malaysia was a significant breakthrough, but there was still much to uncover and many obstacles to overcome.

Nanami finally spoke, "We'll regroup and strategize our next move. For now, let's focus on consolidating our findings and keeping the younger sorcerers in check. We'll need all the help we can get to take down the Kamo clan's operation."

Geto nodded, determination in his eyes, "Agreed. We'll see this through, no matter what it takes."

With that, they parted ways, each resolved to do whatever was necessary to protect the sorcerer world and dismantle the sinister operations threatening it.

Nanami and Geto exchanged a look of understanding and made their way to Yaga's office. As they entered, Yaga was already seated behind his desk, his expression stern and contemplative.

"We need to talk about Gojo," Geto began, cutting straight to the point.

Yaga's eyes narrowed as he sat up in his chair, "I've noticed his behavior has been erratic. More drugs and alcohol than usual, and he keeps frequenting Tenjiku despite his ban. It's concerning."

Geto nodded, "It's becoming a significant problem. He's distracted and unfocused, which is dangerous given our current situation. We can't afford for him to spiral out of control."

Yaga sighed heavily, rubbing his temples, "I've seen it too. Gojo's always been a bit reckless, but this is different. It's like he's running away from something."

"He's been with Shimizu a lot," Nanami added. "And their activities aren't exactly discreet. It's putting a strain on our operations and could jeopardize everything we're working towards."

Yaga leaned back in his chair, a look of deep concern crossing his face. "We need answers, and quickly. If Gojo's state continues to deteriorate, he might do something drastic. I need you both to start investigating the incident with Fumiya. Find out what happened and why Hakari and the others are targeting the Zen'in without orders."

Nanami and Geto nodded in unison. "We'll get on it right away," Nanami said.

"Good," Yaga replied, his tone firm. "We need to get to the bottom of this before things get out of hand. And keep a close eye on Gojo. If he becomes a liability, we need to be prepared to intervene."

None of them wanted to address the elephant in the room, but finally it was Geto that decided it needed to be said.

"We need to find a way to help him move on from her," he said quietly, "He's not letting it go and he refuses to see reason. Not seeing her is making him anxious."

"Anxious?" Nanami scoffed, "It's not as though they had a relationship. He followed her around like a love sick puppy."

"No, they really did have something genuine when we were younger," Geto corrected, "But he doesn't seem to understand that everything was destroyed with what happened."

"It's the drugs," Yaga said with another deep sigh, "He's too reliant on them and they cloud his judgement."

"He doesn't understand that his love is-"

"No, do not call it that," Nanami hissed, cutting Geto off, "He doesn't love her. Rin is right. He's obsessed and possessive."

"Oh? What else has Rin been saying?" Geto said, the suspicious cat-like smile creeping onto his face, "Do tell. You seem to be spending a lot of time with her on and off the job, Nanami."

"None of that," Yaga snapped, "Let's not get into it. We have too much to deal with. We'll focus on that once we've settled this mess with Zen'in."

As they left Yaga's office, Nanami and Geto exchanged another look, this time one of resolve.

"We should start by talking to Hakari and the others directly," Nanami suggested. "We need to understand their motivations and get the full story about Fumiya."

"Agreed," Geto said. "Let's find Hakari first. He might be the key to understanding this whole mess."

They located Hakari training in one of the dojo's sparring rooms. He was mid-fight, his movements sharp and aggressive, fueled by a barely contained rage. As soon as he saw Nanami and Geto, he stopped, wiping sweat from his brow.

"We need to talk," Nanami said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Hakari sighed, nodding. "I figured this was coming."

They moved to a more private area, away from prying eyes and ears. Nanami and Geto stood before Hakari, their expressions serious.

"Tell us everything you know about Fumiya's death," Geto began.

Hakari looked conflicted but finally relented. "Fumiya was killed by the Zen'in. It had to be a setup. They made it look like an accident, but I know it wasn't."

Nanami and Geto exchanged a glance.

"Why didn't you come to us sooner?" Nanami asked.

Hakari's eyes blazed with anger. "Because I didn't trust that anything would be done. The Zen'in have too much power, and I didn't think anyone would take action. So I decided to do it myself."

Geto placed a hand on Hakari's shoulder. "We understand your frustration, but going rogue isn't the answer. We need concrete evidence before we act on revenge."

Hakari nodded reluctantly. "I know. I just... I couldn't stand by and do nothing."

"We'll find justice for Fumiya," Nanami assured him. "But we need you to cooperate with us and not act on your own. We can't afford any more risks."

As they left Hakari, they felt the weight of their task ahead. Their next steps would involve deeper dives into the Zen'in clan's activities. And all the while, they would need to keep a vigilant eye on Gojo, ready to step in if he veered too close to the edge.

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Gojo sat in the shadows near the bar, his disguise blending seamlessly with the late-night crowd. The bar was deep in Zen'in territory, a place where secrets were shared, and deals were made. Gojo's eyes, hidden behind dark tinted glasses, fixated on a group of higher-rank Zen'in thugs. He strained to listen to their conversation, his senses heightened by the cocaine coursing through his veins.

"That kid Fumiya. His death was a real mess," one of the thugs said, taking a swig from his drink. "Toji didn't mean for it to happen like that, I guess. But it's not like he held back."

"Yeah, I was there that day," another thug agreed. "We didn't mean to kill the kid. But you know Toji—he doesn't exactly lose sleep over these things."

Gojo's jaw clenched, his rage bubbling just beneath the surface. He knew that technically, the Zen'in might have been innocent in Fumiya's death, a tragic accident rather than a deliberate act. But in his drug-fueled state, Gojo couldn't control his fury. The idea of Fumiya's life being snuffed out so carelessly, with such a lack of remorse, was too much to bear.

As the group of thugs finished their drinks and left the bar, Gojo followed them. His movements were precise, his resolve steely. He kept his distance, the menacing smile on his face hidden by the shadows.

The Zen'in thugs were unaware of the predator lurking behind them. They laughed and joked, oblivious to the danger stalking them. Gojo's thoughts were a chaotic mix of anger, grief, and a need for retribution. A need to feel something other than the overwhelming emotions he couldn't drown out. Fumiya's face flashed in his mind, the young sorcerer's potential cut short by a senseless act.

"Toji didn't feel bad about it, huh?" Gojo muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with venom. "We'll see if he feels anything after tonight."

His steps quickened, his heart pounding in his chest. The thugs turned down a dark alley, their laughter echoing off the brick walls. Gojo's smile widened, his fingers itching for action.

The moment they were isolated, Gojo made his move. He stepped out of the shadows, his presence immediately felt by the thugs. They turned, confusion and then fear dawning on their faces as they recognized the infamous sorcerer standing before them.

"What the—" one of them started, but he didn't get a chance to finish.

Gojo's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "You think you can just brush off a life like that? Fumiya was worth more than any of you."

The thugs barely had time to react before Gojo struck. His movements were a blur, fueled by his rage and the cocaine heightening his abilities. He attacked with precision, each blow calculated to inflict maximum pain. As the first thug hit the ground, Gojo felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. This was retribution, not just for Fumiya but for every life ruined by the Zen'in's ruthless actions. He continued his assault, his mind consumed by a single thought: justice.

The alley was soon filled with the sounds of struggle and pain. The stink of fresh blood and death filled the air. Gojo's resolve never wavered, his rage driving him forward. When the last thug fell, broken and beaten but still alive, Gojo stood over him, his breath heavy and ragged.

"Tell Toji," he snarled, "that this is just the beginning."

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#fanfiction #writing #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #nanami kento #alternate universe #yakuza

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chihirolovebot · 1 year ago

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this is in no way whatsoever meant to be /neg im just REALLY bad at picking up hints

but how come like quite a few times in the story kokichi says physicist is stupid? i get it in one of the recent chapters cause he was basically saying they were stupid for trusting him, but is that the same for every other time??

i remember one line saying something like “they’re just not ???? or smart enough” i think ????? when they *are* smart

i dunno maybe . ironically . im just stupid

UR NOT STUPID ITS OKAY !!!!

separate from phys i DO think ouma has a tendency to believe he's smarter than other people, as in like... smarter than everyone. it's implied that the only one he considers to be on his 'level' is saihara in the original game ( i've elaborated on ouma's pridefulness / ego here ). so there's already that sense of like... he thinks trusting in people is inherently stupid and to do so makes you at the very least naive. that seemed to be his main gripe with momota, after all.

phys is smart. they're not overly trusting but they do have a tendency to think the best of the people they do trust to a fault, like toujo and even ouma to an extent. ouma probably does this phys is ... not necessarily stupid for trusting people so much, but definitely naive. it's why he tries to steer them away from momota's way of thinking a lot. he probably does think they're ridiculous for trusting him, too, after everything he's done and all the ways he's acted.

and honestly. sometimes he's just being mean. ouma definitely has a cruel streak and he's not afraid to show it. a lot of the time ouma lashes out and gets extra mean when he fears that people are starting to see through his facade. since phys tends to see through it more than anyone else, they often get the brunt of his temper. he constantly throws the deaths of toujo and amami in their face in an attempt to make them too hurt or angry to focus on him. take this scene:

this comes right after ouma tries to subtly warn phys away from going back into shinguuji's lab, and phys rightly calls him out on caring about them. this freaks him out so badly he immediately goes on the defensive, calling them stupid, and right after this implies that they were too stupid to save amami from dying. just . immediately going for the low blow to try and make phys angry enough to make them forget about the revelation they just came to about ouma caring for them.

if he's calling phys stupid to the others, it's likely just to impress upon them that he doesn't care about them and thinks just as less of them as he does everyone else ( even though his care for them is basically an open secret to everyone at this point lol ) .

so . in short. i dont think ouma really means it when he calls phys stupid? if anything he thinks they're naive for trusting people so readily, but that's an opinion he holds for literally everyone who isn't him, so . any other time it's because he's trying to deflect from people realising he cares for phys.

#dear venus.#🏚.sleep awake

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ultimateplaylistmaker · 8 months ago

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Speaking of which, how do you characterize the Pregame bois?

I have a document on this

No one is surprised

I have playlists on them

still no one is surprised

They are named Koharu and Shinichi, you may recognize Koharu because thanks to a convoluted series of event he kinda evolved from pregame kokichi to his own original character so I've been kinda tempted to change pregame kokichis name to something else.

I'll put their information under a cut because im too lazy to turn this out of a list into a paragraph form

Kokichi - Koharu

God complex

Believes himself to be the only real person

Wants to be prime minister

Incredibly dangerous manipulator and near perfect liar

Dresses softly and acts weak and shy to make people trust him

Has his entire school under his command with a puppet king in the student council

Knows everything about everyone, no one moves without him knowing about it.

Views the people around him as toys for him to play with or tools to use

No desire for a relationship as he doesnt think anyone could ever even get close to matching him, so any relationship he did take would be uneven and just for appearances.

Parents died at a very young age so he grew up in a rough orphanage where he learned to never trust anyone or anything

Craves challenge and interesting experiences but no one can adequately challenge him so he’s bored

Doesn’t have many social skills outside of manipulation and as such struggles with emotions, whether it be his own or other people’s, even if he hides it pretty well

No hesitation to ruin lives to get what he wants.

Occasionally has secret breakdowns about being alone and stressed but he represses those and pretends it didn’t have them

Loathes people who hurt animals, views them as the lowest scum. Humans are worthless but animals are soft and loyal. Eating meat is one thing, he doesn’t care about that because that’s just life, but if he catches you throwing a rock at a cat or something, your life is over.

Uses bullies to manipulate people by seeming in need of help or pitiable

Feels like he’s never truly seen, he crushes that down as useless observation, he doesn’t want anyone to see the real him, it’d ruin everything.

Monaca is his favorite character and idol, his facade is based on her “pitiable children are the most powerful” philosophy.

Doesn’t make friends as he finds other people to be annoying and unfulfilling, they all seem very shallow and boring for anything beyond use as a toy or tool. No one would like him if it wasn’t for his facade anyways, its all just superficial tolerance. No one actually wants something that actually goes both ways, everyone just wants a shoulder to cry on, no care about the shoulder itself as long as it’s comforting them. So he’ll give them that, it’s easier.

Tries not to doubt himself but does have a rare moment of crippling uncertainty and wondering why he even tries, no one actually appreciates him anyways and he’s so bored and alone, why does he try?

Acts weak and soft and sad and teary and skittish but it's all a lie to both protect himself and gain power

Joined the game to prove his superiority by ending the world’s so beloved game and also become a celebrity. It’s one of many steps in his very long and detailed plan for world domination. Besides the game had long since grown old and stale and predictable

Shuichi - Shinichi

Manic

Self esteem constantly shifting between highs and lows

Yearning for positive contact and romance and also sex

Shockingly self aware of what a mess he is

Protective of the few people who tolerate him or he likes

Sexual and Violent intrusive thoughts

Resentful but tired

Enjoys really dark subjects

Devoted

Really bad at social cues and knowing whats normal or not

Masochistic and Sadistic

Actually really really good at solving mysteries but easily distracted and easily derailed from his conclusions

Wants to fix himself but a lack of support along with society’s apathy means he’s kinda been left floundering.

Ignores things that make him feel shitty to focus on positives

Parents encourage him to be more assertive and tough, this does NOT help his intrusive thoughts

Honestly just desperate for love and affection, he’d never actually hurt someone for it, but man, sometimes he really wants to.

Smokes to try and keep his chill

Can’t casually get into anything, is either 100% in or 0% in

Reads and writes a lot of fanfiction, actually somewhat a big name for his really well done characterization of more violent or manic characters.

Met Koharu once and saw through him immediately, they never met again after that but he really freaked out Koharu and is honestly lucky he went to a different school.

Danganronpa is his favorite show because it lets him safely indulge in his twisted desires and feels rather cathartic. Plus he loves the mysteries! Joining and finally killing someone for real should be the ultimate catharsis and finally put an end to this sickness in his head....right?

#ndrv3 #anon chaos #bonkichi #kagehara #pregame

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conelluwrites · 1 year ago

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My Love Is Like A Virus

Yandere!Kokichi O(u)ma/Fem!Reader

Requested by P!$$ FR€@¢K (which should let you know what this one is about)

Title from Cooties by Melanie Martinez (8-bit cover linked)

Posted on my AO3 as well

“Now, just tell me why you would do something so fucking stupid?” His voice comes out as he breathes heavily, like he wasn’t even prepared to speak when he did. His tone wasn’t anywhere close to angry or even disappointed, it was more like he was talking just to hear himself talk. The second your lips part to respond, he tugs your hair back, making you just moan instead. “Oh! I get it… You forgot that you’re mine, didn’t you?” His voice is teetering on the edge of too possessive for his small frame, too full of himself for someone that could be punted across a field. “Well, it’s fine. I just need to better mark what’s mine.”

Warnings: urofilia (piss), yandere behavior (no bodily harm, just obsessive and possessive behavior), Dom/Sub, degradation

The grip Kokichi had on your hair was nearing painful, but you really couldn’t expect anything different could you? After all, you baited your boyfriend into this situation with no real care about the outcome. Your knees had long since turned from a stinging pain to numb, how long has he had you on your knees by this point? Does it even matter? You had to stop a grin from finding its way to your face as his shoe lazily kicked at your damp underwear under your skirt, but it was next to impossible as a shaky gasp and low whine leaves your lips. The corners of his mouth turn up into a smirk as his hand slowly moved up and down his cock. It wasn’t hard or fast enough to provide him anything more than a way to stay hard, as if your face and overeager presence wasn’t enough for that.

The grin you had been suppressing so well can’t be held back any longer as you nod excitedly, your hands grip the thick faux fur rug so tightly that it makes your nails dig into the palm of your hand. “Yeah?” You congratulate yourself on not stammering, but you’re nearly hyperventilating from all the emotions racing through you as the tip of his shoe presses against your wet cunt again. “How are you going to mark me?”

He grins, his grip loosens until your hair falls from his grip and he pats the top of your head like you’re a good dog and nothing more. He leans over, his breath brushing through your hair softly, his voice is so soft as he speaks that it almost makes you surprised, “I’m going to have to piss on you.” Your heart stops for a second before it starts again and it’s racing, it’s almost too much for you in that singular moment. “What? Filthy, stupid cunts deserve to be treated as such.”

“Yeah.” Is all that you can manage to say, your tongue flicking out to slide across your lips as your eyes go from Kokichi’s eyes to his cock. The tip of it is so red that you want to reach out and press kisses to it, but you can’t as his grip tightens again in your hair. Your attention is pulled back up to his face as he yanks your head back. “Yes, please.”

One of his eyebrows raise as he nods, his thumb running over the slit of his cock. “You really want me to piss on you?”

You nod, your hands going to rest on his bare thighs, “Yes, please. Please piss on me, Kokichi. I want to be marked by your piss.” The groan that leaves Kokichi before you even finish the second please is enough further cement that you want this more than anything and you can tell he does too.

You can’t process what happens fast enough, the warm stream hits your nose and travels down over your neck and down your neck. The warmth hits you and then the taste- it’s salty and bitter, but not overwhelmingly so and you can’t complain much as he isn’t making you swallow it. His piss seeps into the fabric of your shirt, spreading down, down, down, and making you whimper slightly. The tips of your hair become soaked easily and you can hear a snicker from Kokichi as he lowers his aim to your skirt. Every inch of your clothing in the front is covered and you can feel it make your skin feel cold as it cools off. His shoe moves from your slick, desperate cunt as he stands up taller to shake his cock in front of your face, the last remaining drops hitting your face making you flinch away slightly.

“Are you not going to clean it?” He asks, the tip of his cock is so close to your lips that it’s extremely tempting but all you can manage to do is press the kiss you were so desperate to do so beforehand. He seems content enough with your response as he tugs his underwear and white pants back up. You don’t get up, staying on the soaked carpet as it cools against your skin. A small noise of shock leaves you as he tosses a clean enough towel at you. “You’ll want to dry off some, can’t have you dripping piss everywhere.”

#kokichi ouma x reader #kokichi oma x reader #drv3 x reader #danganronpa x reader #x reader #banner by cafekitstune

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not-bcring · 1 year ago

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"Kokichi; holder of my heart, tamer of darkness, melter of the dreaded ice; did you perhaps borrow one of my sweaters recently? This one, to be percise?" Ducked behind his scarf, Gundham pulled at the front of a black hoodie worn under his usual coat with his bandaged hand before letting the fabric go in a slow deflate as it reconfirmed to its typical baggy state. "And did you perhaps partake in a bit of mischief while wearing it? Such as the theft of someone's keys? Motorcycle keys, to be more exact?" Where was he going with this- //once again kokichi gets to face the consequences of his own actions uwu - ✩ 「 @the-ultimate-muses 」 ✩

「 ☆ 」 Kokichi is a notorious thief— allegedly notorious, since he’s never actually admitted to his crimes when cornered about them. Unless comedy required it, but even then he’s prone to flaunting his ill-gained trinket while still neglecting to outright say he ❛ stole ❜ it. Having spewed COUNTLESS confessions about fantastical heists that may-or-may-not have happened, people are more inclined to believe in what goes unsaid when it comes to the little troublemaker. So it’s not strange when he’s questioned about some missing keys… What is surprising is GUNDHAM being the one to mention it. Normally his boyfriends don’t so much as bat an eye to low-stakes shenanigans that don’t concern them.

Interest piqued with a near-missable tension in his shoulders, Kokichi buries the split-second of confusion by donning one of his best neutral masks. Perfect when either having some fun or putting up an instinctive barrier, Kokichi figures its vague purposes will help him stay ahead of whichever direction this conversation goes. Buttered up by sweet nicknames, a round-about method of inquiry, no discernible aggravation in his tone or body language…

Gundham doesn’t seem upset with him.

Then why does Kokichi’s stomach feel sour?

❝ No. ❞ He bluntly chimes, covering all of Gundham’s questions with a blanket denial. However, despite his dry response, gaze is still focused upon his boyfriend. Widened, curious eyes silently urging Gundham to continue even if he’s being vocally dismissive. That taut ❛ no ❜ may as well be a yes as far as Kokichi is concerned and he feels confident that Gundham knows as much. They’re usually good at reading one another. No matter how difficult the two seem determined to make it be at times. 「 ☆ 」

#(( but... Counterargument: he doesnt Want to ))#not-bcring #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ; ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴀɪʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Kokichi IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟ; ᴄ’ᴍᴏɴ ɴᴏᴡ! ❞ ◌ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴠ. ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Kokichi 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅᴇʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Gundham 」#the-ultimate-muses #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ; ‘ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Kokichi and Gundham 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴏʙᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ꜰʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ; ʙɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɢ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ! ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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marks-rambles · 1 year ago

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how i do the twst characters voices ;; a very long post

Heartslabyul

riddle :: half british ??? quieter and whispy but like not really

trey :: BASIC. ASS. wHITE BOY IMPRESISON i really need a good fucking trey voice but for now hes just deep and basic

cater :: he slays, he sounds like a fucking popular high school girl from all those movies but like slightly deepr

ace :: essentially my voice but he sounds like a litle shit (as if i dont) he also does not say the g at the ends of words (so he'll be like "well i'm trying to win this game but you're just the master of cards apparently!" i'd read it as "well i'm try'na win this game but you're jus' the master o' cards apparently!") so like a slight accent i guess

deuce :: deeper version of ace basically, but says like g in running or f in of slightly more often

Savanaclaw

leona :: deep as fuck, tired always, raspy, basically just me in the morning

ruggie :: mid pitch and with a slight rasp that igive my kokichi voice to make him sound like a little shit

jack :: deuce but deeper

Octavinelle

azul :: slight musical quality to his voice i guess?? like i raise n lower the pitch a lot, but like in a way that stays consistent with the voice (slightly deeper than my own so like mid-low tone) and is very smart sounding. also slightly whispy

jade :: deep and whispy, but in a way thats different to practically every other deep and whispy character voice i have. sounds more professional and i definitely end up accentuating every sound in words when i do his voice lmao

floyd :: higher pitched than my voice (mid-high, more on the mid side) and drags out EVERY. GOD. DAMN. SOUND. also like ace, doesnt say certain letters / sounds (like g in going (goin') or f in of (lots o' fun) to give him that I Dont Give A Shit quality to the voice

Scarabia

kalim :: mid-high pitch, Excited Always, its literally hard for me to keep my voice quiet when i do his voice cuz hes so RAAAH yk?

jamil :: deep and whispy but this time he sounds more whispy, with just the slightest of british accents i think ???

Pomefiore

vil :: mid-range pitch, whispy as hell, and drags out only certain syllables for HUGE assholeish emphasis (love you vil)

rook :: i try to make him french but it always comes out russian somehow. on the deeper side but not whispy this time

epel :: ALWAYS SOUTHERN FUCK YOU, i just emphasize it a bit more when hes speaking WITH the accent directly. basically just me but southern tbh, if slightly deeper so like directly middle tone

Ignihyde

idia :: VERY quiet, mid-low tone, raspy on occasion, ALSO ALWAYS SHAKY VOICE. NEVER NOT SHAKY VOICE.

ortho :: high pitched and slightly robot-esque but not really, like its only got the slight each-word-has-a-different-emphasis kinda thing, so its hardly noticable. basically just higher pitched theres no robotic quality to how i do his voice AHGJKAHSFJK

Diasomnia

malleus :: just barely british with a hint of REALLY FUCKING DEEP VOICE like one of the deepest i can go. thats it thats the post

silver :: mid-low and whispy, but like a casual sounding whispy with again that slight british but not really

sebek :: deeper and loud, with emphasis on every sound in words like i dont miss the gs in running or the f in of he says every syllable

lilia :: deeper but not deep, he has like a slight british accent too because goddammit why is. why is diasomnia partially british. anyway he has like a grandmother-ish quality to his voice but in like a good way like hje doesnt sound old he just has that really sweet part going for him

Staff / Misc

grim :: very high pitched, gruff as much as i can but turned raspy with how my voice does it, hurts my voice but just imagine like me trying to do a bakugo impression as a tiny litle shit of a cat

crowley :: FULL. ON. BRITISH. on the deeper side and BRITISH ALL THE FUCKLING WAY

crewel :: deeper but definitely like. he sounsd like the snarky dom and has the sweet quality lilia has but this time insincere

vargas :: DEEP voice man. thats the only quality he has my normal accent like a northern indiana accent but like excited

trein :: vargas but if he was depressed

che'nya :: accentuates some letters but not all, definitely mysterious sounding. slightly deeper than my normal voice (mid-low, more mid) and has a roll to it that icant describe as not a roll

neige :: whispy, definitely sounds like the best friend you wish you had AHDSJKAHSFG, he just sounds so sweet honestly. very quiet too tho, slightly higher pitched (mid-high closer to mid) he just sounds very sweet raah

i think thats all the characters ive read in voices other than fuckin. background characters from like backstories or kid versions or whatever. anyway thats it bye this took me like 30 minutes to write out for no one but mYSELF

#twst

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cherry-shipping · 3 years ago

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once again wish tumblr had polls cause im going away tomorrow so i wanna take this opportunity to draw something and i cannot decide if i should spend a lot of effort on a half finished thing or if i should just make a shitty comic for funsies. or 3rd option if i should just not draw at all and eat cake instead

#cherry chats #first one is like uhhh a sans comic thing where its one full drawing and the rest would be slightly more effortless doodles (maybe?)#its only 3 panels total so like. its like making one full drawing and then two doodles #and the second one is UHHHH a kokichi comic thats just silly and stupid and also i dont know why kokichi is on my mind so much #cause i dont really care about danganronpa anymore. and definitely not v3 since its like the worst game in the series #but whatever thats the 2nd option #3rd option. i have 3 cake slices in my mini fridge and i do want to eat them before we leave or theyll spoil and be wasted #so yah its a dilemma lawl #ah... secret 4th option just appeared.... i gotta make a (very low effort) lineup of my next cosplays. but thatll take like 5 minutes #aughlrlghgh #might go on one of those fucking coinflip websites LOL

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k0kichiimagines · 3 years ago

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Idk if you'll do this because its about suicide but can you do the kokichi, shuichi, Junko, and izuru reaction to the reader hanging them self:’)?

i do do sensitive topics so yes i will do! i did this quickly because i try to do topics like this faster then others, i hope youre doing okay nonnie <3

some of these endings are vague as to if you survive or not, because it is possible to survive a hanging, or survive but with permanent damage

- mod kokichi

kokichi, shuichi, junko & izuru x reader

-> hanging themselves

cws: suicide, hangings, depression, various trigger warnings apply to this!!

kokichi :

he didn't think you'd do it. was it his way of reassuring himself, or did he honestly believe it? he was never sure. but he told himself you wouldn't. he knew you struggled with your mental health, of course he did, but you still smiled at his jokes, you seemed happy at times, you wouldn't actually kill yourself, right?

and you'd been getting better! you'd suddenly wanted to do everything and see everything, you'd told him you loved him, that he was amazing, you giggled sweetly when he said the same.

it was almost like... it was like someone who suspected their death was soon. but you wouldn't kill yourself, so you didn't suspect it. right?

you'd just left, and he couldn't explain the sinking fear in his stomach. well he could, but you would never do that, so it was illogical. you'd been even sweeter because you were trying to get better. this wasnt a goodbye. you'd said good night, and see you later. you hadnt been bittersweet. you wouldn't lie to him like that.

your coat! you'd left your coat! he could use it as an excuse to check on you and calm his silly nerves. he ignored that it only proved how distracted you had been, he told himself you were sleeping when you didn't pick up the phone (it was late afterall).

he only suddenly started running when his messages were still not read because it was cold, and he wanted to heat up. his hands weren't shaking as he knocked on the door, his blood didn't run cold when you didn't reply, hid heart didn't hammer against his chest like crazy when he used the key you gave him to open the door.

the silence in the house wasn't terrifying. he wasn't scared. because he knew you wouldn't actually do it.

he was silent now. you would have thought he would scream or cry, but he didnt, because you definitely weren't dead. he struggled to get you down, your body was still warm, surely that meant you were still here? you weren't cooling quickly, your heart beat was just low, his voice didn't break when he called the ambulance.

this wasn't funny anymore. if you were pranking him then it wasn't funny. it didn't even work, because he'd worked out it was a prank. because you wouldn't do this. so why didnt you say so? you'd heard him call the ambulance, would you take it that far? hadn't you at least felt his shaking fingers tapping you, didn't you notice the damp tears on your cheeks, can't you hear his nervous muttering? how had you kept your eyes open this long?

your letter said you wanted him to be happy. he wasn't happy. he's not going to be happy. he's fucking furious. he's angry, he's so angry, and he snaps at everyone, but even miu and kaito don't do anything. kaito tried though, he tries a pep talk, tries to tell him you wouldn't have wanted him to become like this, but kokichi snaps at him to shut up the second your name falls from his mouth.

hes angry at you. hes angry you thought no one would miss you or care, he's angry you lied, he's angry you broke your promise of staying, he's angry you left, he's angry you didn't say anything.

hes angry at himself. hes so angry. hes trying to blame the world, hes trying to be angry at you.

but his anger is just guilt. hes angry at himself. he blames himself. he regrets ever letting you go home, he regrets not leaving sooner. and people come to see him, shuichi, kaede, even maki, they all come, they push him to leave, to see someone, they try stop him shut everyone out.

but for years he does nothing. he isn't aware of days or time really. if someone needs him he helps, he cares for dice. but hes silent, hes serious. he doesn't smile anymore. it took months for it to settle really, for him to fully cry and admit you're dead.

perhaps in five years or ten, he'll smile at your memory with an aching heart. perhaps he'll be able to laugh again, even if he missed you.

but not now. now he justs lies under his bed sheets and reads old messages with a blurred vision and shaking hands.

shuichi :

"hey."

"hm?"

"stay the night?"

you only shook your head in reply. "sorry i cant tonight, i need to do something at home."

"may i ask what?"

"something."

he sighed. "im not... i have a horrible feeling at what that something is. please, i dont want to leave you alone. can i come with you?"

"whatever you think, you're wrong. ill be fine, i just have something to clean, ive been meaning to and i really cant put it off much longer. i love you, goodnight." you kissed his cheek, and then his lips and waved him goodbye with a wide smile. he hesitated in his reply, looking nervous. " ill text you when i get home, okay? "

"alright. be safe."

"goodnight!"

"no." he grabbed your hands and stared into your eyes. "be safe. promise me you'll be safe."

you swallowed nervously, pausing for a moment before you forced a laugh. he didn't smile. "i promise. dont worry so much, darling."

"i love you. and i care about you, and im more then happy to spend every second with you and listen to all your issues. if there is anything going on, please tell me." your heart dropped, he looked so desperate for you to tell him the truth, and for a second you felt compelled to. for a moment you wanted to fall into arms and sob, you imagined everything feeling better like in books.

but you firmly smiled. "and same for you. now i have to go, or I'll miss the bus. i love you..!" he dropped your hands, and kissed you again. he turned to grab his coats and shoes, telling you he'd at least walk you to the station, and you nodded.

you walked hand in hand. a few people were about, so your goodbye and his goodnight was a quick peck only. and then you got on the bus. and stared at the other through the window. he looked so... desolate. he looked regretful. you waved cheerily.

he waited for the next bus. he'd wanted to run after the bus the second the doors closed, but he knew it would be no used, and may even pressure you into doing it sooner so he couldn't catch up to you. he was so sure of your plan, and it terrified him.

he rushed onto the next bus, he stood next to the doors and tumbled out the second they opened, he ran down the street with a racing heart. he didn't even bother knocking, he just opened your door hurriedly and ran in, looking through every room until he reached your room.

you were still awake. you were so close to fainting you didn't seem aware of him, perhaps you thought his rush to get you down was a dream, because you passed out in his stressed arms near seconds after. he rambled and almost yelled into the phone, he whispered at you and held you close to him. he sobbed as the ambulance rushed in (he'd left the door open in his own panic), but quickly handed you to them, and followed them into the ambulance.

it was terrifying. it was horrible. he didn't remember anything beyond sobbing into his hands while a nurse rubbed his back at one point. he didnt remember how he got into the hospital, or out of the waiting room into your room, but here he was. hand over yours, staring at your barely survived body. machines strapped to you, needles in your hands, sleeping and no one knew when or if you would wake again, or what the damage was.

junko:

he wished he never let you go home alone. he stays as long as they let him with you, he brings you flowers and notes (and he only sobs harder when he reads yours). everyday hes there.

if you ever wake, he'll have no words, he just hugs you and cries, and apologises and apologises.

but thats still an if.

izuru:

a/n - this isnt despair junko, its basically just her as a normal girl who was the shsl fashioninsta, because ultimate despair junko would be broken but just enjoy the despair from it all.

she'd clutched your hands with a bright smile, telling you that you could always speak to her about your issues. she was so bright, yet held a serious undertone to her words, and you could only look down at her red tipped hands, the gold bracelets around her wrists now against yours, cold. you shook your head and smiled, but thanked her for the offer.

her face dropped a bit, she looked confused, but said she wouldn't force the matter. she had assumed it was just a rough week for you, that you'd bounce right back to how you always were. but now she was suspicious.

she was so bright. you felt sure she'd move on after your death, you hoped she would, that she wouldn't lose her smile. you kissed her cheek, and told her you had to go now. and she hugged you tightly as usual, and kissed you about thirty times, before she let you go.

"see you later, honey!"

"goodbye, junko!" your felt yourself choke up slightly at that. but you ignored it and left anyway, unaware of the girl that followed you about ten minutes later.

she had the key, so she let herself in, quickly stepping over to your room. in her rush, she didn't remove her shoes, so you heard the clicking of heels and panicked, already standing on the chair. everything was ready before you left, but you'd wanted to see her one last time, you did instantly before you could back out.

"love?" she opened the door, her face dropping the second she saw you. there was silence, no rush since you were still standing. her hands were over her mouth, and she stepped towards you slowly, nervously, shakingly. "you're..? no way..."

you pulled yourself out, and got down quietly. she reached over and pulled you into her arms, and soon her tears fell, and you just clutched onto her. embarrassed. afraid. sobbing.

she ensured from then on you got help, and she checked on you often. it really shook her up.

he never remembered you. but his heart raced a little (usual), so he assumed you had been important. therefore he kept you around, he protected you while the world fell apart around you both.

did he love you? he wasn't sure. he knew that, even if he could guess you every word, even if you never suprised him, he didn't find you boring... most of the time. you were pleasant enough.

he was aware you were suicidal. of course he was. he informed you that he did not want you to kill yourself, to stay strong and keep going. but he knew you didn't listen. he was the ultimate therapist, and although he tried to push the idea, you stubbornly refused to open up much.

you got worse. he wondered if it was the environment, the dead bodies. so he tried to take you to a place he'd cleaned up a bit, but the unnerving silence bar the two of you dampened your mood anyway.

he suspected you would try. he was busy, and by the time he got back you were kicking down a chair, letting yourself hang. he grabbed you, lifting you up to allow you to breath. you only stared down at him.

he was crying. he never showed emotions. he didn't expect to cry. and yet, he was. it was a weird feeling, the only other time he recalled crying was at the death of chiaki. he never cried.

"dont."

now you were crying. sobbing as he freed you and held you. no need for any doctors, because he held that talent as well. he would care for you as best he could - minor breathing blockage shouldn't be too serious, but it can result in issues, so he'll keep an eye on you.

his emotions where limited, but he knew he wished to protect you and care for you. perhaps this was love, but only his way for experiencing and showing it.

he decided then and there, that he loved you.

#kokichi oma x reader #shuichi saihara x reader #izuru kamura x reader #junko enoshima x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #kokichi x reader #shuichi x reader #izuru x reader #junko x reader #danganronpa x reader

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vexelier-suix-cipher · 3 years ago

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"Could you do Teruteru, Hifumi, and Ryoma getting drugged by a love potion and falls (even harder) for the reader (who has already fallen for them)?"

100% I can!! :D

Warnings: Mentions of love drug/potion, slight obsession(?), and swearing.

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Hifumi Yamada

•Proceeds to rant about how amazing Hifumi is

•Fanfic boy loves you very much!! (Though he did his best to hide it)

•It felt like when a cat loved it owner. Celeste went out the window. This man would get on his hands and knees for you. 🙇🏽‍♂️

•You also loved him very much!! (Literally Taka had to keep Mondo from lunging at you two and screaming "JUST DATE ALREADY!!")

•Oh but what's this? A drink on his desk after a hard day of drawing and writing manga?

•Well of course he drank it!! He chugged that drink and felt quite satisfied after.

•And back to work he goes :›

•He had some music on and his script for his next manga, scribbling out the sketches for his newest manga when he felt the sudden urge to go see you.

•It was nothing too new. Could've been he just wanted to show you the script for his manga!! A beta read!

•So Hifumi happily found you and sat you down, showing you the script for his manga!

•He felt a bit- different.

•He felt like he needed to have you in his arms.

•He needed you closer.

•He needed- you.

•The even more clingy behavior continued for a few days.

•Though you didn't mind, you did find it a bit strange.

•Why was he so clingy?

•You already read this script-

•And read that one too-

•Didnt he have things to do?

•He was going to fall behind in his schedule if he continued like this!!

•So when you saw him walking over to you once again, you pulled him to the side and questioned him.

"Hifumi, you've been acting kinda strange these past few days. Are you okay? Don't get me wrong, I love having you by my side but you're going to fall behind in your schedule."

"Well...I don't really know how to explain it. I feel like I've got to be with you all the time!! A-And I'm getting work done!!"

•He huffed and whined for a while longer as you continued asking him things before he got frustrated with himself and finally blurted it out

"Fine!! Fine. I like you, okay? I have for a while a-and I just didn't know how to tell you-...I found this drink on my desk one day and now that I think about it, it could've been one of those love potions that I've been hearing about...could've made my feelings stronger.."

•He started muttering towards the end but you could understand the gist of it.

•You reassured him it was fine and that you accepted his feelings.

•Which was returned with a loud,

"HUH?!? YOU DO?! WHEN- HOW-"

•*Once again has to calm fanfic boy down*

•After calming him down (again) you went over your own feelings.

•He had the brightest smile on his face I swear

•He just couldn't hold back!

•So he picked you up and held you close, hugging you sweetly

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"

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Teruteru Hanamura

•AGGRESSIVELY RANTS ABOUT HOW AMAZING HE IS

•Love Potion exists?

•He probably bought it.

•This boy is already so head over heels for you it's absolutely adorable.

•He 100% cooks for you.

•Breakfast? In bed.

•Lunch? Made your favorite food.

•Dinner? You can eat with him! :D

•And his food is just 😩 to die for

•He does his best to tone down the sexual comments a bit, though he can't help if one or two slip out!

•Compliments you every 5 minutes no lie.

•Though he does turn cherry red if you compliment him

•If you allow petnames, he WILL call you darlin' and sugar the most.

•Now for the fun part

•He was most likey cooking and was working with the oven.

•Ovens hot. His clothes are pretty hot.

•So he stripped got something to drink out the fridge

•He blindly took a glass out the fridge and drank it.

•Drank the damn love potion-

•He knew he accidentally drank it. He read the label he had put on the glass right after he drank it.

•Unlike Hifumi, he tried staying away from you

•Poor boy doesn't know how to show such strong feelings :(

•He still does cook for you though

•And leaves you little snacks

•Did yelp when you came into the kitchen once without him knowing (it's true I was the dust on the oven window)

•Alot more fiddly and nervous when he has to go ask you something

•His gaze is towards the floor and he's playing with the ends of his scarf as that adorable accent decorates his speech

•Hes so nervous oh poor baby

•You found him scurrying everywhere once trying to find his hat when you had to point out it was on his head-

•He was so embarrassed-

•He apologized and walked back towards the kitchen

•He cooks his feelings away

•That is alot of food-

•Once he disappeared into the kitchen you went after him

•You had been wondering why he ran away from you every time you saw him

•You were worried :(

•As he went back into the kitchen, he paused hearing someone else's footsteps.

•He turned around and jumped slightly when he saw you

•Begin the anxious southern rambling and questions.

"O-Oh! S/o! What brings you to the...the kitchen??"

"Teru, what's going on? You keep ignoring me."

"W-Well I don' mean to cher' I-Its just I' been kinda stressed lately a-an' I don' wanna bother you with tha'-"

•Oh sweet boy almost cried just talking to you

•He wanted to confess so badly!!

•He just wanted to hug you and bury his face into your neck!!

•But he was so scared :(

•After a good talk, the confession just slipped out of him mid-sentence

"I already apologized cher'..."

"C'mon Teru, what's been REALLY happening with you?"

"W-Well...the truth is I accidentally drank a love potion and since I love you so damn much it strengthened my feelings...I-I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable so I stayed away in case I-"

"Did you just say you love me?"

"I-I did..?"

•Oh certainly he did. And when he realized, he apologized 10x more.

•You had to shut him up by squishing his face

•After a good explanation about you loving him too, he clung onto you with a laugh.

•He sat in your lap (and after some consent) kissed your face all over, muttering a soft 'I love you' after each kiss

•You two sat together like that for quite a bit, just laying in each other's presence

"Thank you so much....you don't know how much that means to me...how much YOU mean to me..."

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Ryoma Hoshi

•Ah yes. Tiny, edgy, ex-tennis, cat loving, deep voiced boy

•Where do I start?

•Lets start with

•He's absolute shit at feelings.

•Like really.

•He refused to believe he fell for you.

•His heart was racing? No it wasn't. It's probably because he was out of breath.

•He's flustered and blushing? Kinda hot in the room y'know.

•You get the point.

•He hates the fact he fell for you. He doesn't know what to do.

•He lost almost everyone he ever loved before. Why would this be any different? He didn't want to put you in danger.

•Ryoma hanged around with you though. He was a bit quiet but he went basically everywhere you went

•No one really messed with you when little man was with you.

•This was okay. He could hide his feelings. You wouldn't be in danger and he wouldn't ruin his relationship with you.

•Then the world announced a love potion was now available!!

•Ah shit.

•That damn Kokichi.

•All he wanted was some water and that little panta-loving gremlin switched it out with the new potion.

•He had already chugged around half the bottle before he realized it wasn't his juice.

•Ryoma would've just left it at 'Oh I just poured the wrong drink in' if it wasn't for Kokichi coming up to him about an hour later.

"Nishishishi....how's the love potion working Ryoma?"

"The what."

"Oops~"

"You little-"

•Kokichi went to the nurse with a bump on his head from Ryoma hitting him with a tennis ball.

•You thought Teruteru hiding away was bad?

•Ryoma refused to leave his dorm.

•He came out at around lunch time to get food, go to the bathroom, and then back to his dorm.

•No one was allowed in.

•He could feel the effects of the potion working.

•He wanted to get out and cling to you so badly. It almost physically hurt

•Fucking hell-

•Him. Ryoma Hoshi. The guy who basically gave up on life, wanted to run into your arms like a little kid.

•He almost cried.

•Of course you were worried!! He locked himself in his dorm without warning!!

•And he refused to talk to you!!

•You came to his dorm door almost daily, trying to pry open the damn door.

•With no avail.

•Goddammit.

•It wasn't until a few weeks later which he made a plan.

•He'd confess and leave right after.

•If you said no, that would be the end of it.

•If you said yes, ...well he didn't really plan that far.

•Ryoma met up with you at the back of the building, looking down at the ground as he heard your footsteps.

•It took a minute of small talk before he started speaking

"Listen, Kokichi switched my drink out a few weeks ago for that new love potion they're selling. I already had really strong feelings for you but with the potion they increased. I know you probably don't feel the same way but I wanted to tell you because it was starting to get too out of hand for me."

•He rambled on a little about how you would never like him and that he apologized for having such feelings and-

•You yanked his beanie down to his face, letting out a small huff.

"Ryoma Hoshi you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to confess. You're an amazing guy Ryoma, and I really do wish you confessed sooner since I feel the same way. Now shut it with all the sad shit and come here."

•You told him, tugging him closer by the sleeve as you engulfed him in your arms

•Ryoma felt like his face was on fire. Butterflies in his stomach and a giddy, tingly feeling throughout his body

•He let out a low chuckle, hugging you back and sighing softly

•This was nice. He felt....loved.

•He liked this feeling quite a bit....he had missed this feeling quite a bit.

"Maybe I should've confessed sooner."

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AHHHHHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT-

I absolutely adore these three.

If you want me to add or fix anything just say the word!!

I had a great time writing this!!

Thanks for requesting!!!

-Vex ∆

#ryoma hoshi x reader #ryoma hoshi #hifumi yamada #hifumi yamada x reader #teruteru hanamura #teruteru hanamura x reader #danganronpa #dr2 #goodbye despair #danganronpa x reader #thank you for requesting!#-Vex ∆

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stalksbyakuyatogami · 4 years ago

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Could I have the V3 boys reacting to their GN!S/O successfully summoning the ghost of their long dead, but benevolent, ancestor to help them out (whether it be in the killing game or with something mandane in a non-despair AU is up to you)? Like, their S/O is finished, for a few seconds nothing happens and they then hear someone yell "WHO SUMMONED ME!?!" followed by them turning around to see a medival looking ghost.

Summoning An Ancestor With V3 Boys!

Let's have it in a killing game because it's low-key fun

fair warning: this might be a long read

Shuichi Saihara

•He thought at first that this was a kinda bad idea, but a good one at the same time. He never agreed to help you, but he's there to join you at least.

•You both quickly turned around. It was both unnerving and exciting that you managed to summon your ancestor.

•You were amazed that finally, you get to have some guidance.

•Shuichi however, was still terrified and his insides were trembling. He thinks that it's best to not quiver in front of such a powerful spirit.

•Shuichi keeps quiet the whole time you asked for advice. And said thank you when you two were leaving and saying farewell to the spirit. His way of acknowledging the spirit because he didn't even interact with it.

Kaito Momota

•You told him that you needed him for something since he told you that he'll help you with anything.

•You knew your boyfriend could never deal with things like ghosts, curses, and such. That's why you told him to come without telling him your agenda.

•So you lead him into the empty rooms on the third floor. He was wondering why there were such strange items on the floor. And he just got more suspicious when you were using them. His heart was now beating rapidly now that he hears you chanting. He wanted to leave so bad, but he wanted to get your permission first, in case it disrupted your ritual.

•He regained his composure when you finished chanting and nothing came out. Thank goodness no one came out. But that relief instantly went away when a booming voice echoed throughout the room, and a transparent body made its way up the ground. He fucking lost it and fainted. Good thing you caught him though.

•You did the negotiation on your own. Your ancestor was intrigued by the limp boy on your hands, and you explained what happened. Ancestor said they won't let their grandchild marry a man like that lmaoooooo.

Kokichi Ouma

•Was totally up for it. You can see the sparkles in his eyes. He even drags you to where you would hold your ritual. He's more excited than you are. It's gonna be his first time performing something like this. And seeing a spirit? So cool!

•While you worked, he asks all kinds of stuff. How you do it, how to use the materials, did you bring him to sacrifice him, even as far as dissing your ancestor. You told him to save the dissing when they actually appear.

•When the spirit did appear, he took time to scan everything about it before deciding to point out its flaws. He was low-key trembling, to be honest. Now it kinda looked like he was just boasting to show that he wasn't afraid that the spirit might curse him.

•He just stood there listening to all your ramblings towards the spirit. He didn't utter a single word, nor did he move an inch. He just had his eye focused on the spirit, assuring that it doesn't do anything suspicious. Good thing he made it until the end.

•As soon as you were finished, he made sure the spirit was gone and rushed back to his room. His farewell might sound jolly, but he's just gonna bury himself in his blanket and have hours of overthinking. Poor Kokichi.

Ryoma Hoshi

•He was actually pretty chill when you told him what you plan to do. He was okay with it. But he didn't really enjoy things like that, so he said he'll pass. But because you begged him to be with you, it can't be helped.

•He just stood there smoking while you arranged and performed everything necessary. Ryoma was a bit weirded put when you started chanting. You could summon a demon with that, you know (which is more or less the goal here).

•His jaw and cigarette both fell as the spirit came looming over you two. He couldn't believe his eyes. He doesn't know whether he'd stay or run. But he froze in place, that's for sure.

•You were conversing with your ancestor about everything. Ryoma thinks it's a good thing that you get guidance from your ancestors, but creepy at the same time. While you were at it, he slowly backed up and you didn't notice him going out of the room.

•You finished your session and went out of the room. Ryoma was nowhere to be seen. He was in his room. He told you that you did well, but the next time you do it, he doubts that he'll ever join you again.

Korekiyo Shuinguuji

•He was actually very very excited when you told him that you were gonna perform some kind of summoning. It was different from a seance, but he was still willing to help you. He didn't say no, and he even asked when you're gonna do it. He couldn't contain his excitement and immediately asked you to lead him to where you'd perform it.

•He helps you in arranging things. He even suggests methods that would make the spirit stay a little longer and summon the correct spirit. There was no one more helpful than Kiyo is. He's an expert in this after all.

•The spirit emerged a bit early than expected. And Kiyo was definitely amazed. He was gazing up your ancestor, admiration glossing his eyes. He's fighting the urge to say his catchphrase, honestly. He has all the thoughts in his mind. •While you were conversing, it looked like he was just standing there, but in reality, he's taking note of everything going on. How the spirit speaks, its mannerisms, and intrusive thoughts like what would happen if he disturbed your ritual. Would the spirit curse you two or something?

•He was muttering to himself by the time you finished. You approached him to ask him what's wrong. He held you by the shoulders and looked straight into your eyes saying that you two should do it again. Hell, he would even help you summon two or more of the spirits. You, of course, were encouraged since you were seeing more of your ancestors.

Rantaro Amami

•He thought you were joking at first and just lightly laughed it off but he stopped doing so when he realized that you were serious. He agreed to your plan or ritual or whatever it is. He guaranteed that he won't be that much of a help, but he's gonna do whatever you ask him to.

•You instructed him to prepare other materials which were simple to prepare. You did the other side of the tasks. He was very careful of handling these things because he thinks he might mess your ritual up.

•The spirit has emerged. It awed Rantaro in every way. How you managed to summon it, who they were, and overall how it came from just chants. Your ancestor noticed him and assumed that he was your boyfriend. The spirit then thought what everyone first thought of Rantaro. He definitely looks like a playboy and they were in doubt. But you reassured them that it was just his looks and not his attitude. Weirdly enough, your ancestor believed you.

•You sought out guidance, just like what you needed to do. Rantaro was just there supporting you, and even guiding you to ask something important about the killing game. Istg he's the most chill guy around. It sure is creepy, but he's also curious.

•By the time you finished, he'd tell you that you did a good job of staying rational and calm the whole session. He'd definitely accompany you the next time you do this again. He isn't terrified? Poggers!

Gonta Gokuhara

•Gonta is very very confused about... pretty much everything. What's ritual? Summoning?! Isn't that a bad thing? What if you summon bad spirit? Would not that be bad? After all of this, you guarantee Gonta that everything is gonna be fine because you pretty much knew how to do it. Gonta trusts you with his whole heart.

•He saw all the tools you had laid out and he inspected every one of them. He made sure not to touch anything though. Istg, he's very very anxious about all these. He asks you how you use all of these. It was actually confusing for him, but he promised to do his best despite not knowing how to do this.

•When the spirit arrived, he was startled to see it that he instinctively grabbed something invisible and threatened to hit the phantom. The phantom was surprised in return. He eventually apologized for startling them.

•While you were talking, he was listening attentively. He'd do anything to stop this killing game after all. He would even casually butt in to ask his own questions. He tried to not ask too much, avoiding making the spirit angry.

•When you two were finished, he even told you that he'd gladly accompany you when you do this kind of thing again. He was fascinated by the fact that you successfully summoned an ancestor. His eyes sparkled tbh.

K1-b0

•Summoning?! Big no! Not because he was afraid of ghosts or something of the sort, he's afraid of the curse it will unleash. But you told him many times that you would know how to handle it. You "would" wasn't enough for him, so you rephrased it. This time with an overflowing amount of assurance. He eventually agreed.

•He is familiar with all the things that you had laid out. He asked you if he was the sacrifice, and if that was the case, he'd never forgive you. You told him that robots can't be sacrificed, so he didn't have to worry. "That's robophobic!". Then what are you supposed to—

•When your ancestor emerged he was a bit terrified. The presence was new to him, and also the form. So he partially hid behind your back, to show fear and respect. He is so going to record this whole thing. It might help any research on paranormal areas, you know.

•He stood there proudly without even budging an inch. It was either out of fear, anxiety, or just plain formality because he doesn't know how to act around these entities. It's his first time facing one, after all. He made sure that as soon as the spirit causes you harm, he'll be there to defend you. Which was sweet of him.

•When you ended, he told you about how mind-blowing and bizarre the experience was. You felt the same as him since it was your first time too. He is a bit weirded out, but he will definitely accompany you again next time.

Please this took so long and i went fucking overboard. Thank you for requesting, anon!

-Mod Toko

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xxventiswindblumexx · 3 years ago

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Here's the Pregame Shuichi Saihara x Reader smut

Shuichi has always watched the Danganronpa Killing Games and fantasized about being in them, about being an Ultimate, specifically the Ultimate Detective. He's talked to others about this, which earned him harsh names like, Freak, Creep , Weirdo and Killer. The last one was mainly from the fact he said he wanted to make the most gruesome and painful murder. Shuichi never really liked anyone romantically until his senior year. A girl by the name Y/N L/N joined Springfield Academy as her beautiful H/C H/L and her E/C and her walk, it all begged him to ravage her. She's a very kind girl with the spirit of goddess, she surely will be perfect for Shuichi. Todays the day he will make his move, he got his usual uniform on along with his backpack and headed out towards school. He seen her talking to that boy Kokichi Oma. God he hated that boy, he's such a spineless boy. After his goddess left for class, he grabbed Kokichi by the collar of his shirt and gave him an angered look "what are you doing with my sweet goddess??" He almost yelled at him.

"Y-you mean Y/N?" he said meekly "S-she's just m-my partner in a p-project! I-I'm sorry!" he whimpered and held his hands up. How can someone like her want to be his project buddy?? This is unacceptable! His eyes swirled in slight madness but before he could make his move, he heard someone coming towards them. "say nothing about this and ill let you go" He said as Kokichi nodded quickly and was released from Shuichi's death grip. It was Y/N that was coming back, she seen Shuichi and smiled with a slight blush "Hey Shuichi!" she exclaimed as Shuichi blushed almost like a school girl with a crush on a jock. "H-hey Y/N!" he smiled, "Hey Kokichi are you ok?" She asked him as she noticed her friend all shaking up. Kokichi looked at Shuichi quickly before nodded "y-yeah! But Y-Y/N I don't wanna d-do that project a-anymore with you.." he said trying to avoid all contact with both Shuichi and Y/N. Y/N was confused "why? you seemed really into I-" "I-I JUST D-DON'T WANT T-TO DO IT!' he yelled and ran off in the opposite direction of the school. Y/N seemed heartbroken from her friend's shout. 'Did I do something wrong..?' she thought to herself as tears rolled down her face as her first and only friend at this new school just ran away from her like she's some monster. Shuichi hugged her "its ok, he was always so mean to others" he said, "really..?" "yeah, he's always been that way, let me help you finish that project" he said in a caring and passionate voice. "really? Thank you Shuichi! You're a life saver!" She kissed his cheek and ran off to school. He stood there, hand on his face as his blush spread from ear to ear. He soon followed to the school.

Throughout the day they spoke often and planned that evening that he would help her finish the project. Each hour was more and more excruciating for him, he could barely keep his own excitement in his pants.

As the school day ended, he couldn't be anymore excited or calm, as they walked home, he started to talk about the Danganronpa Killing games, and for once, someone wasn't scared or disgusted by this, she was actually a bigger fan then he was, was that even possible? Well to him its like heaven. Once they got to his home, he helped her with the project as he promised, though his pants couldn't get any tighter around him. They two finished the project fairly quick. "That's the last of it! Thank you so much Shuichi! Though I must get going, my family tends to get overworked up if I'm not home by 5pm" she then got up. 'That's it..? Just a simple thank you..? NO! That cant be it! He got up quickly as he pinned you to the wall, you yelped as his eyes stared into yours, your heartbeat got faster as your face flushed a deep pink. "S-Shuichi? What are you doing?" you asked as your voice is soft and low from fear. "A thank you wont satisfy me! I've been wanting to ram you since the day you entered the school, you now belong to me and only me, NO ONE ELSE!" he shouted as you flinched, yes you are scared but at the same time you're turned on by this erratic behavior. You did have a small crush on him since you met, but everyone kept saying he was a killer and creep so you never spoke to him all that much before today. His hand groped your right breast as the other felt your behind, he slipped your underwear off and tossed it. He then licked up from your open blouse to your neck, he sucked on it for while to make it deep blueish color. His eyes half closed yet filled with such lust. Within seconds he undid his pants to release his pulsing member. "W-Wait, I-I don't h-have a change of c-clothe-" Before you could finish your sentence, he slammed into your womanhood, piercing the small wall that once stood, making you tense up with small cries. He's so deep into lust and despair to realize your pain and continued to roughly thrust, his moans are from quiet as his easily over powered yours, filling the room with the smell of sex and the sounds of it. You soon felt more pleasure then pain as he gripped your bottom and shoved you closer to him his head on the wall, leaning against it to feel you and him from falling. Even with limited movement, he still thrusted into like there's no tomorrow, with each thrust, his member pulsed. He groaned as he got closer, you started to worry on the chance of pregnancy, "S-Shuichi, P-pull MhM out!" you pleaded trying to be audible only for the plead to fall deaf to his ears as he groaned and released his seed into your womb, filing it completely. His thrusts became softer and slower until he stopped. He pulled out as his seed spilled out, though it wasn't all of it. His rough actions left you dazed beyond conscious. He layed you onto the bed as he then thought about the game, if he was to join it, he may not make it out alive. What would his precious Y/N think if she was to see him die. He then laughed, "that wont happen..because ill be the Ultimate Detective!"

that was 1137 words! This took about 3 hours to write because I kept getting distracted! Hope you liked it!

#pregame shuichi #lemon

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Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

Rating: Explicit

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Content Warnings: Dubious Consent, Prostitution, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood and Violence

Categories: F/M, Multi, F/F

Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character(s), Nanami Kento/Original Female Character(s), Getou Suguru/Original Female Character(s), Ieiri Shoko & Iori Utahime

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Chapter 7 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

In the bustling heart of Shinjuku, an unusual fog began to roll in. It was dense, cold, and silent, creeping through the alleyways and enveloping the city in an eerie shroud. Most people went about their business, unaware of the unnatural chill seeping into their bones, oblivious to the malevolent force that accompanied the mist.

But not everyone was blind to its presence. The cursed spirits could sense it with a thrill of anticipation. Their gnarled forms and whispering voices stirred with excitement, knowing that something dreadful was about to unfold.

In the hidden corners of the city, sorcerers felt the disturbance. Their senses prickled with unease as they prepared for the unknown. They gathered in secret, murmuring incantations and sharpening their awareness, for they knew that this fog was no ordinary weather.

From the heart of the mist emerged two figures of terrifying renown. The first, Sukuna, the King of Curses, walked with an air of regal menace. His four eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, and his presence alone seemed to make the mist darker, more oppressive. Beside him, towering and fearsome, was Mahoraga, the eight-handled divine beast, its aura brimming with chaotic power.

Shinjuku's neon lights flickered and dimmed as Sukuna and Mahoraga materialized fully into the city. The cursed spirits quivered with glee, their whispers growing louder, spreading the news of their king’s return. Ordinary humans felt a strange sense of dread, an unexplainable anxiety that made them hurry along the streets without knowing why.

Sorcerers hurried through the fog-laden streets, their nerves taut, their minds racing with possibilities. They knew that Sukuna’s appearance heralded disaster. Mahoraga, with its indomitable strength, was a harbinger of chaos and destruction. Together, they were an unstoppable force, a nightmare given form.

As Sukuna strode through Shinjuku, he seemed almost amused by the obliviousness of the city's inhabitants. "How fragile they are," he mused, his voice a low, ominous rumble that sent shivers down the spines of those who could hear. Mahoraga followed silently, its many eyes scanning the surroundings, ever vigilant, ever ready.

The sorcerers, hidden in the fog, steeled themselves for confrontation. They knew they were outmatched, but they had no choice. Sukuna's return was a catastrophe that could not be ignored. They exchanged grim nods, their faces set with determination, as they prepared to face the malevolent force head-on.

The mist curled around Sukuna as he walked, his gaze sharp and searching. Suddenly, he halted, his eyes locking onto a figure partially obscured in the fog. A sorcerer, hidden among the shadows, his presence barely perceptible to ordinary senses but glaringly obvious to Sukuna’s keen perception.

"Come forward," Sukuna commanded, his voice slicing through the fog like a blade. The sorcerer’s heart raced, terror flooding his veins. He had hoped to remain unnoticed, to observe from a distance, but now he was called into the open by the King of Curses himself.

With trembling steps, the sorcerer emerged from the shadows. His half-mask glinted dully in the muted light, hiding part of his face but not his fear. He stopped a few paces from Sukuna, bowing his head slightly in deference, trying to mask his terror with a semblance of respect.

Sukuna’s gaze bored into him, scrutinizing every inch of his being. "Remove your mask," Sukuna demanded, his tone brooking no argument. "If you are to speak to me, you will do so unmasked."

The sorcerer hesitated for a fraction of a second, fear gripping him tighter, but he knew there was no room for defiance. With shaky hands, he reached up and pulled the mask away, revealing his pale, frightened face. His eyes, wide with dread, met Sukuna's four unblinking ones.

"Good," Sukuna said, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. "Now tell me, sorcerer, what year is it?"

The sorcerer swallowed hard, trying to steady his voice. "It's... It's 2018 Sukuna-sama," he stammered, the words nearly catching in his throat.

Sukuna chuckled, a low, menacing sound that made the sorcerer's blood run cold. "2018? Have I really gone that far? Interesting," He leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. "Tell me, sorcerer, who rules in this era?"

The sorcerer felt his knees weaken, but he forced himself to remain upright. "I don't... It's hard to answer that directly," he said, his voice a whisper yet resolute. "... It's not that simple."

Sukuna straightened, his expression one of mocking approval. "Oh? How interesting." He glanced at Mahoraga, then back at the sorcerer. "So it's not the sorcerers then in this time either? That is interesting indeed."

With that, Sukuna turned, his attention already shifting, leaving the sorcerer standing in the mist, trembling but unbroken. The sorcerer knew that a storm was coming, a tempest of curses and chaos, but he also knew that he could not, would not, retreat. He pulled his mask back on, steeling himself for the battle that loomed ahead, determined to face the King of Curses with whatever strength he could muster.

Sukuna stood still, the oppressive fog swirling around him like a living entity. He felt the presence of the other sorcerers hidden in the mist, their fear and resolve palpable. With a predatory grin, he raised his voice, his words reverberating through the fog, echoing off the silent buildings.

"Sorcerers of Shinjuku," he called, his voice a dark melody that cut through the night. "I know you are there, lurking in the shadows, trembling with anticipation. I have returned for one reason, and one reason only. Those who understand the true nature of my visit will know why I am here."

His words hung in the air, heavy with menace. The sorcerers exchanged anxious glances, their minds racing. What could he possibly be here for? What ancient pact or forgotten grudge had brought the King of Curses to their city?

"I will remain for exactly three days," Sukuna continued, his tone almost mocking. "If what I am expecting does not come to pass within that time, I will begin my reign of terror. The streets will run red with the blood of those who thought themselves safe, and your precious city will know true despair."

Mahoraga stood beside him, its many eyes gleaming with silent, deadly intent. The sorcerers felt the weight of the threat, the promise of devastation. They knew Sukuna's words were not empty. He had the power and the will to follow through on his threat, and Shinjuku would be powerless to stop him.

Three days. Seventy-two hours of fear and uncertainty. The clock had started ticking, and the sorcerers of Shinjuku had no choice but to confront the darkness that had returned to their city. As Sukuna's laughter echoed through the mist, the sorcerers knew they were facing a test of their very survival, and the stakes had never been higher.

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"No." Sarah shook her head, "Absolutely not. We're not letting that monster in here."

"What choice do we have?" Rin sighed, "The reports are coming in that he's looking for a place to "lay with women of this era". People have come from all corners to stay here for an afternoon. He's going to hear about us."

"Well then I'll make him leave." Sarah grunted, "He's not welcome. Who knows what he'll do to one of our poor girls?"

"I heard he has two dicks." Boe said casually, kicking her feet with a smirk, "Think that's true?"

"Do you really think you stand a chance?" Rin asked, brushing past Boe's comment.

"I have no idea." Sarah said, "But... I'll still try." She glanced at Todo beside her, "Are you in for that fight, big guy? You can back out if you want."

"Nah. I'm not afraid." Todo said with a smirk, "I'll defend this place with my life."

"I will as well." Okkotsu chimed in, "If you don't want him here, then we won't let it happen."

"You're risking way too much here." Boe said calmly, "Sukuna apparently said he wanted something to happen when he first appeared. Why not let him just come enjoy himself and then fuck off when he gets what he wants? If he doesn't get whatever it is and he likes this place, we'd be safe from his rampage."

"You think he'd just spare this place because we wet his dick real good?" Sarah huffed, rolling her eyes, "Boe, normally I'd see what you're getting at but Sukuna is a real bastard."

"Sure, but what man wouldn't want this place all to himself?" Boe said with a smirk and a tilt of her head, "Even a dude like that could exhaust himself here. If he's pleased, we live. Simple."

"He'll probably not discriminate between the ladies or the hostesses either..." Rin said, crossing her arms, "I'm not sure what the right call is here. Attacking him seems like suicide and at the same time I don't want to bend to his whims."

"Well, then I'll try to chase him off and if I fail then you two let him in and just try to keep damage to a minimum." Sarah said firmly, "If I die, at least I know I tried."

"Why are you being so stubborn about this?" Rin asked, "What makes you so sure you... Is it..." Her voice trailed off as she and Sarah shared a knowing look. Rin nodded, "I understand. I... I'll trust your judgement."

Sarah inhaled through her nose, then nodded back, "I'm going out front."

"Good luck." Rin said softly, "If you think you can escape, please don't throw your life away for revenge."

Sarah paused before she pulled Rin into an embrace. No words were shared, but after a moment she did the same for Boe. Stepping back she looked at the two women and smiled.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

As soon as she was out of earshot, Boe glanced over at Rin. "Should we call Gojo?" She asked, "Because... I think--"

Rin chewed her lower lip, her nails piercing into the palms of her hands as they instinctively grew in reaction to her fear. "Let me talk to him," She answered after a moment, "He needs to fully understand what's going on before he shows up."

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As Sukuna and Mahoraga advanced through the fog-choked streets of Shinjuku, they arrived at the place that stood out even in the bustling city: Tenjiku. Its entrance was adorned with intricate lanterns that evening, casting a warm, inviting glow, contrasting starkly with the ominous mist that cloaked the surroundings.

The patrons inside Tenjiku were oblivious to the dark presence outside. Laughter and music spilled out onto the street, but the fog seemed to swallow the sound, creating an eerie silence. Sukuna paused before the entrance, his eyes narrowing with interest. He sensed something unusual within the walls of Tenjiku—something powerful and familiar.

The door to the brothel swung open, and a woman stepped out, her presence commanding immediate attention. Sarah, was a striking figure despite her short stature. Her dark brown hair framed a face marked by sharp green eyes that glittered with defiance. Her long eyelashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks as she looked up at Sukuna with unwavering resolve.

“You’re not welcome here,” Sarah said, her voice clear and steady.

Sukuna’s four eyes studied her with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. “You must be the sorcerer who holds sway over this place,” he said, his voice a deep, unsettling rumble. “It’s rare to find someone willing to stand in my way.”

Sarah crossed her arms, her green eyes never leaving his. “I won’t let you harm anyone here.”

Sukuna chuckled, a sound that was both menacing and condescending. “And how do you intend to stop me, little sorcerer?”

Sarah’s lips curled into a faint smile. “I have my ways.”

The tension in the air was palpable as the King of Curses and a guardian of Tenjiku faced off. The fog swirled around them, thick with the promise of violence. Inside the brothel, the patrons remained blissfully unaware, their laughter and revelry a stark contrast to the impending clash.

Sukuna’s amusement turned to genuine interest. “Impressive,” he said, his voice a sinister purr. “But let’s see how long you can keep this up.”

Without warning, Sukuna launched a barrage of cursed energy blasts. Sarah responded swiftly, drawing a bone-hilted silver sword from the cursed scar on her back. The scar itself glowed with an eerie light, a gateway to her arsenal of cursed weapons. With a swift motion, she slashed the sword through the air, redirecting Sukuna’s attacks away from Tenjiku.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” Sarah said, her voice steady.

Sukuna’s eyes gleamed with dark excitement. “Very well, then.”

He lunged at her, moving with blinding speed. Sarah barely had time to react, but her instincts kicked in. She drew another weapon, a dagger with intricate bone carvings on its hilt, and parried Sukuna’s strike. The impact sent a shockwave through the air, rattling the windows of Tenjiku.

Before Sukuna could press his advantage, a figure leaped into the fray—Okkotsu. Okkotsu’s cursed energy surged as he confronted Mahoraga, the eight-handled divine beast.

“Sarah, focus on Sukuna! I’ve got Mahoraga!” Okkotsu shouted, his eyes blazing with determination.

Okkotsu’s cursed energy clashed with Mahoraga’s, creating a tempest of power that lit up the fog. Sarah knew she could trust Okkotsu to handle the divine beast, allowing her to focus entirely on Sukuna.

Sukuna sneered at the interruption but didn’t lose his composure. “More pests,” he muttered. “No matter.”

As he prepared to strike again, another figure joined the battle— Todo. With a booming voice, he called out, “Sarah, leave the heavy hits to me!”

In an instant, Sarah and Sukuna were swapped places with a loud clap. This disoriented Sukuna just enough for Todo to land a powerful punch, imbued with his cursed energy, right into Sukuna’s face.

Sukuna staggered back, more surprised than hurt. “Interesting technique,” he said, wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth. “But it won’t save you.”

Sarah didn’t waste the opportunity. She drew a longer weapon, a curved silver sword with a serrated edge, and charged at Sukuna. Todo stayed close, ready to use Boogie Woogie to protect her from Sukuna’s lethal strikes. Together, they fought in a seamless dance of offense and defense.

Sukuna’s strikes were relentless and powerful, but Sarah’s agility and skill with her cursed weapons kept her one step ahead. Every time Sukuna got too close, Todo would clap his hands, switching positions to throw Sukuna off balance. It was a precarious balance, but it was working.

Meanwhile, Okkotsu was holding his own against Mahoraga, using his immense cursed energy to keep the beast at bay. The street around them was a battlefield, the air crackling with the power of their clashes.

As the battle raged on, Sarah felt the strain of fighting such a powerful enemy, but she refused to give in. With every strike, every parry, she pushed herself to her limits, drawing strength from the knowledge that Tenjiku and its people depended on her.

Sukuna, recognizing the tenacity and skill of his opponents, grew more serious. “Enough games,” he snarled. His aura flared, and he launched a devastating attack aimed directly at Sarah.

Todo clapped his hands, swapping himself with Sarah just in time. He took the brunt of the attack, his cursed energy shielding him from the worst of it, but the impact sent him crashing into a nearby building.

“Aoi!” Sarah cried out, but she couldn’t afford to lose focus. She summoned all her remaining strength and charged at Sukuna with a ferocity born of desperation and resolve. Sukuna moved with inhuman speed. In a heartbeat, he caught her by the throat and lifted her off the ground, her feet dangling helplessly.

“Such tenacity,” Sukuna remarked, his voice a mixture of amusement and scorn. “But utterly futile.”

Sarah struggled, her hands gripping his wrist, trying to break free. Her eyes never wavered from his, filled with a mixture of defiance and desperation. Sukuna’s four eyes bore into her, seeing beyond her fierce exterior to the painful memories she carried.

“I know why you’re so eager to face me,” Sukuna said, his tone mocking. “You think this will bring you peace? Or perhaps vengeance?” He chuckled darkly. “Foolish girl. You’re nothing but a small, insignificant insect to me.”

Despite the searing pain in her throat and the overwhelming pressure of his grip, Sarah’s resolve didn’t falter. She managed to draw a dagger from the cursed scar on her back, slashing it towards Sukuna’s arm. The blade left a shallow cut, and Sukuna’s eyes narrowed in irritation.

“Ah, the spirit of a warrior,” he mused, ignoring the blood trickling down his arm. “But it won’t save you. You’re fighting out of desperation, driven by a past you can’t escape and a future that belongs to me.”

Sukuna’s grip tightened, and Sarah gasped for breath, her vision starting to blur. He leaned in closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. “I know what was done to you. I know the pain you carry. But trying to kill me won’t change anything. It’s a fool’s errand.”

Sarah’s eyes burned with tears of frustration and rage, but she refused to give in. With every ounce of strength left in her, she drove the dagger into Sukuna’s side. He grunted, momentarily caught off guard, and loosened his grip just enough for Sarah to drop to the ground, gasping for air.

She staggered back, clutching her throat, but her eyes remained locked on Sukuna, burning with a fire that refused to be extinguished. “I’ll never stop fighting you,” she rasped, her voice hoarse but unwavering. “Not for peace, not for vengeance, but because I won’t let you destroy everything I protect.”

Sukuna’s gaze held a glimmer of respect, though his smile remained cruel. “Then come, little sorcerer. Show me the extent of your resolve.”

“Let’s see how you handle this,” she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of ancient power.

With a sudden, forceful motion, Sarah traced intricate symbols in the air, her fingers glowing with a dark, ethereal light. The cursed scar on her back flared with energy, and she drew forth not weapons this time, but a command.

The ground beneath them trembled, and the very air seemed to darken. From the depths of the earth, a hoard of large skeletons began to rise. Their bones were blackened and charred, as if forged in the fires of hell. Their eye sockets burned with hellfire, casting an eerie glow across the battlefield.

As the skeletons emerged, their presence caused the power throughout Shinjuku to flicker and waver. Lights dimmed and surged, plunging the city into a strobe-like disarray that added to the otherworldly atmosphere. The inhabitants of the city felt an inexplicable chill, their unease growing as the supernatural power surged around them.

Sukuna’s four eyes widened with genuine excitement as he took in the sight of the skeletal army. “Finally,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “A real fight.”

The skeletons moved with a terrifying grace, their bony limbs clattering as they advanced on Sukuna. Hellfire burned in their eyes, and they wielded spectral weapons that shimmered with cursed energy. They surrounded Sukuna, their numbers seemingly endless.

Sukuna welcomed the onslaught, his movements a blur as he engaged the skeletal hoard. His cursed energy lashed out, shattering bones and scattering fragments, but for every skeleton he destroyed, another rose to take its place.

Sarah directed the skeletons with precise gestures, her eyes glowing with the same hellfire that burned within their skulls. She fought alongside them, her silver weapons flashing as she struck at Sukuna with renewed vigor.

Okkotsu and Todo took advantage of the distraction, focusing their efforts on Mahoraga. With Sarah’s skeletal army keeping Sukuna occupied, they were able to press their attack, pushing the divine beast back with relentless force.

Sukuna, meanwhile, reveled in the chaos. His laughter filled the air as he tore through the skeletons, his strength and speed unmatched. But even he had to admit that Sarah’s summoned army was formidable. Their cursed energy was potent, and their unending assault forced him to fight with everything he had.

“You’re stronger than I expected,” Sukuna called out to Sarah, admiration lacing his words. “But it won’t be enough.”

Sarah’s eyes blazed with determination. “We’ll see about that.”

The battle intensified, the air crackling with energy as the sorcerers and the cursed spirits clashed. The skeletons, with their blackened bones and hellfire eyes, fought tirelessly, their eerie presence a testament to Sarah’s power.

As the power in Shinjuku flickered and surged, the city seemed to hold its breath, the outcome of the battle hanging in the balance. Sukuna was facing a real challenge, and for the first time in centuries, he was enjoying himself.

Sarah fought with everything she had, but she could feel her strength waning. Okkotsu and Todo were also reaching their limits, their desperate battle against Mahoraga taking its toll.

Suddenly, the air around them seemed to hum with an immense, almost overwhelming power. A brilliant light sliced through the fog, and in an instant, Satoru Gojo stood between Sarah and Sukuna.

Gojo’s Infinity flared to life, shielding Sarah from Sukuna’s lethal strikes. The cursed king’s blows were rendered useless, stopping mere inches from Gojo’s form. With a swift, almost casual motion, Gojo knocked Sarah back, out of immediate danger. His piercing blue eyes were hard, a silent reprimand for her reckless decision to fight.

“Shit…” Sarah whispered, breathless with exhaustion.

Sukuna’s laughter echoed through the mist. “Well, well, if it isn’t the great Satoru Gojo,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Come to save your little friends, have you?”

Gojo’s expression remained impassive, his eyes locked onto Sukuna’s. “Enough,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. “This ends here, Sukuna.”

Sukuna’s grin widened. “Does it now? You know, I’ve been looking forward to this.” He gestured to the skeletal army, the battered sorcerers, the chaos that surrounded them. “You’ve brought quite the spectacle.”

Gojo didn’t respond to the taunt. Instead, he maintained his focus, his Infinity shimmering protectively around him and Sarah. Todo and Okkotsu regrouped, standing by Sarah's side, ready to continue the fight if necessary.

Sukuna’s amusement didn’t wane. “But I suppose… it’s not quite the right time.” His gaze shifted, taking in the determined faces of the sorcerers, the unwavering light in Gojo’s eyes. “You both know what it is that I want.”

Sarah, still catching her breath, looked at Gojo, who gave a slight nod.

“Three days,” Sukuna said, his voice a low, dangerous promise. “You have three days.”

With a final, mocking laugh, Sukuna and Mahoraga began to fade back into the mist, their forms dissipating into the shadows. The oppressive fog started to lift, and the neon lights of Shinjuku flickered back to full brightness.

The skeletal army crumbled into ash, their hellfire eyes extinguishing one by one. The street fell silent, the echoes of battle lingering in the air.

Gojo turned to Sarah, his eyes softening slightly. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he said quietly, though the underlying anger was evident.

Sarah looked away from him, “I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.”

Okkotsu and Todo approached, their expressions a mix of relief and concern. “We held him off, for now,” Okkotsu said, his voice weary but resolute.

“We need to prepare for if he comes back,” Todo added, his usual bravado tempered by the gravity of their situation.

Gojo looked at his comrades, a determined light in his eyes. “We will. In three days we'll be ready.”

"No." Sarah grunted as she wobbled to her feet, wiping the blood dripping down her chin on her sleeve, "Not with you. Get out of here."

"Shut up." Gojo said, "You can't hide this from everyone forever. Neither of us can."

"I can do whatever I want." She said, moving closer only to stumble as Todo caught her, "I'm not gonna let him take me. I don't need your help either."

"Don't be stupid." Gojo was exasperated, throwing his hands up in the air, "Don't be fucking petty now! If you want to survive this shit you need to let me help you."

"Sarah." Rin said, her voice echoing out over the ruined courtyard as she stepped out of Tenjiku, "He's right. This time he's right. We need him."

Sarah attempted to voice her objection, but Rin swiftly intervened. Her claws extended, her teeth sharpened, and her anger overwhelmed her. With wide dilated pupils, she firmly grasped onto Sarah's shirt. "You are not going to fucking die because your goddamn pride wont accept his help. I will not let that happen."

Sarah swallowed thickly, "... Okay. Okay I'm sorry." She mumbled.

Rin released her, letting Sarah fall back into Todo once again. She cleared her throat, tucking her hair back into its neat bun before she turned to Gojo. Her teeth were still sharpened, her voice barely masking her rage. "I suggest you get Yaga here ASAP as well as the other leaders." She said calmly, "We need to discuss this secret that has now consumed the rest of us."

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I was trapped in a perfect square, walls smooth and featureless, suffocating me with their closeness. The air was thick with fear and desperation, and my mind was a broken mirror, shards of memories piercing through a foggy haze.

The first thing I remembered was the light. Blinding and intense, it seared into my eyes. Sparks danced like tiny stars around the edges, metal meeting metal, sealing our fate. The orange glow of the flame cut through the steel, roaring deafeningly. Heat seared my skin. Then, nothing. Darkness engulfed us, swallowed us whole.

Forty-nine other bodies pressed against me, too close, too tight. Each breath was a struggle, every movement a battle. My mind, dulled by the drugs they gave me, struggled to piece together how I ended up here, but the details slipped away like sand through my fingers.

The room was silent, except for the muffled sobs, whispered prayers, and occasional moans of despair. I couldn’t see their faces, but I felt them, each one a ghost haunting the darkness. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, a relentless drumbeat of terror.

The pill they gave me was bitter and dry, and it blurred the world around me. Time lost its meaning; hours could have been minutes or days. The last clear memory I had was of the welding, the sparks burning into my mind like a brand.

The air grew thinner, hotter. Sweat slicked my skin, mingling with the tears I couldn’t hold back. I tried to focus on something, anything, to anchor myself, but the room offered no comfort. It was a tomb, sealing us away from the world, a cruel joke played by an unseen hand.

A voice, barely a whisper, reached my ear. “We have to get out. We can’t stay here.”

The words made sense, but how? There were no doors, no windows, no escape. Just endless, suffocating darkness and the press of bodies too close, too tight.

In the madness, I thought I heard metal scraping against metal, a faint hint of hope. But it was gone as quickly as it came, swallowed by the oppressive silence. My mind drifted, caught between the drug’s embrace and the harsh reality of our situation.

The flames danced and flickered in my memory, a cruel mockery of freedom. They had been so bright, so full of life, and now there was only darkness.

Voices grew louder, more desperate. Whispers turned to murmurs, and then to panicked cries. The press of bodies was unbearable, each one a ghost haunting the darkness. The room felt like it was shrinking, closing in on us, the air thick with the scent of fear and despair.

In my haze, I thought I heard the sounds of metal scraping against metal again, but it was drowned out by the cacophony of voices. The whispers grew louder, overlapping, until they were a maddening chorus in my head.

Then the first one snapped under the pressure.

“They’re killing each other,” I thought, the realization hitting me like a blow. In the darkness, it was impossible to see, but I could feel the tension, the panic. Someone bumped into me, then another, the press of bodies becoming more frantic.

A scream pierced the air, raw and terrified. It cut through the haze, sharp and clear. I tried to turn towards it, but the crush of people made it impossible to move. My mind reeled, the line between reality and hallucination blurring further. Was that really happening? Or was it just my mind, cracking under the pressure, imagining chaos where there was none?

I couldn’t tell anymore. The voices grew louder, more desperate, and the darkness seemed to close in tighter. I felt hands grabbing, pushing, shoving. The room was a madhouse, the panic infectious, spreading like wildfire.

Someone shouted, the sound muffled and distant. I tried to focus on it, but my thoughts were a jumbled mess, the drug-fueled haze making it impossible to concentrate. I felt a sharp pain as someone’s elbow dug into my side, another body pressing against mine.

“They’re killing each other,” the thought echoed in my mind, over and over. The panic was contagious, and I felt myself getting swept up in it. My breaths came in shallow, frantic gasps, the air too thin, too hot. The darkness was overwhelming, suffocating, and I felt my sanity slipping further away with each passing moment.

In the madness, I remembered the sparks again, the way they had danced and flickered, a cruel mockery of freedom. They had been so bright, so full of life, and now there was only darkness.

The memory of those sparks was all I had left to hold onto as the room descended into chaos, the sounds of fighting growing louder, more desperate. My mind gave in, reality shattering into a thousand pieces. I was lost in the darkness, surrounded by ghosts, the lines between memory and madness blurring until I couldn’t tell one from the other.

I could taste the blood. Taste the copper. My hands wrapped around something sturdy and sharp and wet. Was it me that struck first or was I defending? I don't know. Now there was blood. No more sweat. Only blood. I could hear them still and they needed to stop. All of it just needed to stop.

Then, suddenly, there was a deafening noise—a metallic screech that cut through the cacophony. A burst of light blinded me, harsh and brilliant, piercing the darkness. I blinked rapidly, my eyes struggling to adjust.

The door was open.

Cold, fresh air rushed in, sweeping away the oppressive heat and filling my lungs with a shock of clarity. It was so disorienting, the sudden change, that I could only stand there, frozen in place. The light was too bright, the air too cold, and my senses were overwhelmed.

Figures stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the glaring light. I couldn't make out their faces, but I could see the expressions of shock and urgency on their features. They were shouting something, but the words were lost in the haze, their voices muffled and distant.

I looked down and realized I was holding a sharpened bone, my knuckles white from gripping it so tightly. It felt heavy and foreign in my hand, a relic of the madness that had consumed me. I let it fall, the soft thump of it landing on the pile of bodies barely registered in my mind.

My body felt weak, drained of all energy. My legs trembled, and I felt myself sagging, unable to support my own weight. I tried to take a step, but my muscles refused to obey. I was limp, exhausted, every ounce of strength sapped by the ordeal.

Hands grabbed me, firm but gentle, pulling me out. I felt myself being dragged, my feet barely touching the ground. The cold air was a shock to my system, making me shiver uncontrollably.

I looked up, dazed and disoriented, at the people who had opened the door. Their faces were a blur, their features indistinguishable in the harsh light. Blue eyes. So many blue eyes. They were speaking to me, but I couldn't understand. Everything was a jumbled mess, the world spinning around me.

My face hit the ground. They tore at my bloodied clothes, a hand dragged down the skin on my back. They were still talking when I felt the agony. I couldn't even scream. I couldn't even look.

Something sharp. From shoulder to hip. It burned as their fingers and mouths took my blood and flesh. Were they eating me? I didn't know. Why didn't he help me? I saw him standing there. He could have stopped them.

I stared into his blue eyes. They sparkled so much prettier than anyone else's in that moment. His expression was so calm.

Why didn't he stop them? Why didn't he help me?

Someone lifted my head, fingers hooked in my nostrils and some on my chin to hold my mouth open. Something that tasted rotten was shoved inside, my mouth closed and hand rubbed on my throat until I swallowed it. Three more times.

"It's done."

Why, Satoru? Why?

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Pride Month Headcanons!

So its Pride Month! And as a proud member of the alphabet mafia I wanna give my opinion on all the Danganronpa characters' sexualities! So let's go, starting with THH!

Trigger Happy Havoc

Makoto Naegi- Pansexual. I'm under the belief all protags are Pan. Transgender(ftm). So I have this whole hc that the reason his door was jammed was that the lock was quickly removed when they found out SHE was actually a HE and I just like the hc lol.

Sayaka Maizono- Straight. I just think she has a big thing for Makoto, but other than that she cares for her career more than a relationship.

Leon Kuwata- Bisexual, heavy female leaning. I ship him with Hiro, but honestly this fucker would probably take forever to admit he likes guys.

Chihiro Fukisaki- Gay. Dont really have a reasoning. Just my opinion lol

Mondo Oowada- Bisexual. He mentions trying to confess to girls, but come on. This guy is fruity for Taka.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru- Gay. This dude meanwhile is just straight homo. He's probably closeted in fear it would bring shame to his family name again.

Hifumi Yamada- Straight. I honestly dont think about the guy enough to give this enough thought, but the way he simps over Celeste proves he likes girls at least. Plus he kept calling Alter Ego she, so...yeah.

Celestia Ludenberg- Straight. Honestly I think she'd be homophobic? Idk i really dislike Celeste, sorry 😅 She just gives me those vibes.

Sakura Oogami- Bisexual. I wanna label her as lesbian, but Kenshiro exists 😒 Women leaning possibly

Kyoko Kirigiri- Bisexual. Though i dont personally ship her with any girls, I can see her going both ways.

Byakuya Togami- Gay. And it's a problem with his family, so he's closeted.

Yasuhiro Hagakure- Pansexual. He just wants to love someone, man lmao.

Aoi Asahina- Bisexual. Again, wanna label her as lesbian, but the Bad End exists, showing she willingly got with three guys. And she does ask Makoto to pretend to be her bf. But she leans heavily towards females imo.

Toko Fukawa/Genocide Jill- Bisexual. It was straight until she met Komaru. Then she realized "Oh shit. I'm gay." But she still has a small thing for Byakuya ig 😒

Mukuro Ikusaba- Straight. We pretend the thing with her sister doesnt exist, alright?

Junko Enoshima- Straight. And definitely homophobic.

Wow a lot of bi peeps lol. Alright, onto the next game!

Goodbye Despair

Hajime Hinata- Pansexual. Again all protags are Pan. Fight me, prove me wrong you literally cant.

Ultimate Imposter- Panromantic, Nonbinary, Asexual. Though I call Imposter he a lot, I think it's almost canon they're nonbinary. I just have stupid brain and type he first without thinking. I also dont really have a reason for thinking they're asexual? I just think they are. But they're probably panromantic in order to fit their talent better.

Teruteru Hanamura- Pansexual. He's so painfully pan. He even says his options are, and I quote, "pretty open." Dis bitch gay.

Mahiru Koizumi- Lesbian. Dont think I gotta explain myself.

Peko Pekoyama- Bisexual. She's totally dating Fuyuhiko, but I can see her having small crushes on other girls.

Hiyoko Saionji- Lesbian. Also dont think I need to explain myself.

Ibuki Mioda- Bisexual. RAGING bisexual. Also I can honestly see her being Gender Fluid as well.

Mikan Tsumiki- Bisexual. She honestly needs therapy more than she needs a relationship, and she probably doesnt really understand her own labels completely, but I think shes bi.

Nekomaru Nidai- Bisexual. Homeboy was a little TOO eager to be rubbed down by Teruteru 😏 Just kidding, though I do think Nekomaru is bi. No real reason honestly

Gundham Tanaka- Bisexual. He obviously has a thing for Sonia, and in a perfect world(i.e. my perfect world) he would be holding hands with Kazuichi daily. Speaking of holding hands he basically breaks Hajime's in the FTEs. Gay 🥰

Nagito Komaeda- Gay. He's very obviously gay coded, mostly towards Hajime though I dont personally ship that.

Chiaki Nanami- Pansexual. She loves everyone equally. Honestly she probably doesnt put too much work on her labels and would probably go by any pronouns as well, so maybe Gender Fluid?

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu- Bisexual. Like Leon I think it would take him a while to accept he likes guys, and he probably leans towards girls more, but he's definitely fruity lol.

Sonia Nevermind- Pansexual. Our girl fucks. She dont care who, she just FUCKS. 🤣 But seriously, I think she just sees love as love. As she should.

Kazuichi Souda- Gay. Transgender, (ftm). He's so very closeted, so badly even he doesnt recognize it. He probably even has internalized homophobia, probably because of his father. Not sure why I hc him as trans, I just think it fits.

Akane Owari- Straight. She probably doesnt think about it much. All she knows is she likes fighting, meat, and Coach Nekomaru.

Alright and onto the last game!

Killing Harmony

Shuichi Saihara- Pansexual, Transgender(ftm). Its. THE RULE. I didnt make it. Sue me. Also fuck it I dunno I think it fits with his whole character if he were trans. Hard to explain lol

Rantaro Amami- Biromantic, Asexual. I admittedly dont know much about Rantaro, but from what I do know, I think he would fit well with just about anyone. I dont have much of a reason for him being Ace.

Kaede Akamatsu- Pansexual. She was the protagonist first, so the rule still applies lol. But even beyond that it just fits her. Hard to explain, it just seems like it works.

Ryoma Hoshi- Straight, Asexual. I know on my ship list I said I shipped him with Gonta, but theres a reason that ship was so low. I heavily think Ryoma is straight. It's just the vibe I get from him. Maybe hes bi curious, but idk. As for the ace bit, it's really dark. I hc it's because of the trauma he endured during prison.

Kirumi Tojo- Lesbian. Idk I look at her and I think "Lesbian power. Powerful wlw moments." Dont ask me my brain just does things.

Angie Yonaga- Pansexual. She always seemed like she was flirting with Himiko and lowkey Tenko, and in the FTEs she straight up wants to get married to Shuichi so like....I dunno what you want me to say.

Tenko Chabashira- Lesbian. Literally no explanation needed.

Korekiyo Shinguji- Pansexual. Putting aside the....obvious....he finds all of humanity beautiful, so he most likely doesnt have a preference when it comes to choosing a partner. Just like with Mukuro we pretend that entire plotline never happened.

Miu Iruma- Pansexual. I see her as pretty open to everyone....Yeah. That's all I got.

Gonta Gokuharu- Bi-curious. Honestly I dont think Gonta knows what he is himself. He probably hasnt given it too much thought, if hes given it any. The best I can think of is bi-curious, assuming hes currently exploring his sexuality.

Kokichi Ouma- Gay. I dont ship him with anyone cause I personally think he'd be a bad partner to anyone he got with based off of his personality, but yeah. He gay lmao.

Kaito Momota- Pansexual. THE LUMINARY OF THE STARS IS FOR EVERYBODY! Probably took a while for him to admit he wasnt straight, but then he admitted it with his whole heart, precious thing.

Tsumugi Shirogane- Straight. Fuck I dunno I dont think about her in a positive light enough to care. Sorry I really tried 😅

Kiibo- Panromantic, Genderfluid, Asexual. Like Imposter, I've called Kiibo he all the time, including every story I put them in, but technically they have no gender. So that does make them nonbinary, but at the same time it leaves the opportunity for them to go by any pronoun they want, so I hc they go by all of them lol. I also think they just love everyone, and for the ace bit, unfortunately, robots probably dont have dicks 😔 Even if they did, I dont think he would be very interested in sex.

Himiko Yumeno- Lesbian. Despite her treatment of Tenko, her reaction at the end of chapter 3 shows she cared for her, and Angie. She probably loved them both, so, lesbian for sure.

Maki Harukawa- Straight. Kaito was probably her first ever crush, so I doubt she ever had a chance to feel out if she was anything other than straight. Even disregarding that, I dont think she'd be anything else.

Alright and those are my headcanons for all the Danganronpa characters! As a bonus, I think Komaru Naegi is a Lesbian! No real reason other than Tokomaru is top tier lol.

Now remember these are my opinions! If you dont agree that's fine! Just be kind!

And HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE! 🥰��️‍🌈

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