#korekiyo x shuichi

[beautynthesin]

Korekiyo: eww..people (interested)

i am struggling so much with this piece god knows why T-T

[kaitoxkiibo]

saiguji doodle...........

[danganronpa-shipping-galore]

Danganronpa "As a Ship" Edition #7:

💙 Shuichi/Korekiyo 🤎

Most are intimidated by Korekiyo, but Shuichi finds him genuinely interesting. In fact, both of them find each other mutually interesting in different ways. They both admire and respect each other a great deal.

Korekiyo provides Shuichi with much needed stability and practicality when he is in a dark place of place.

Shuichi has genuine passion and interest in Kiyo's anthropology lectures, and he could listen to him for hours without judging.

Only with Shuichi does Kiyo share his trauma with. It takes a long time for him to realize that he even has trauma from all the denial, but Shuichi ---being ever so observent---noticed. In return, Shuichi opens up to him about his own hardship and struggles.

They savor the simple moments of drinking tea and reading together.

For expressing their love, Kiyo showers Shuichi with romantic poems that perfectly captures his own deep affection for Shuichi, or gives him meaningful objects/artifacts rich in historical and passionate significance. Basically, he is a complete hopeless romantic. Shuichi expresses his love by supporting Kiyo and going above and beyond to ensure his happiness and safety.

The struggles of their relationship would be dealing with Kiyo's dark nature and beliefs, and Shuichi being too sensitive, or too logical in contrast to Kiyo's more spiritual beliefs.

Kiyo brings out Shuichi's intelligence and thirst for knowledge.

Shuichi brings out Kiyo's sensitive side.

They are socially awkward nerds who are in love.

[justrandomgrill]

I’ve signed up to @drv3giftexchange! And I was so excited to draw these ships ^o^

Commission status is in my pinned post!

alt Kirumaki utc!

[mythgirlimagines]

Can we have some romantic Korekiyo x Shuichi headcanons please?

o7

Both of them had a habit of working late into the night, regardless of how much sleep they would get. Even though they couldn’t hold each other to getting more sleep, they could at least work together at that point.

One of their small jokes was making short presentations updating each other on what they’d been doing within their talents. They didn’t actually make the presentations, but at least Kiyo was thinking about it.

Kiyo’s work, especially, relied on lots of contextual knowledge. Shuichi didn’t mind listening, since it’s often incredibly interesting, though Kiyo could be long-winded about it.

They’re both away from school rather often for their talents, so they took the time they could get when they were both there. They tended to spend a lot of time together.

The only time they really held hands was when one or both of them returned from one of those trips, often initiated by Kiyo, since Shuichi knew Kiyo was less of a fan of physical contact than he was.

[00waffles]

Caught.

[doa-rose]

Old ass shinsai fanfic because i am a deprived little freak

Maybe it was the stress from work, maybe it was because she had heard walking helped with anxiety, maybe it was the sudden lack of Kaito’s nightly workout regimen. Whatever the case, she was restless, and she was walking.

She had never realized how gorgeous the neighborhood was. She had only moved in a week ago, and had been swamped with her newest case, but everywhere she turned stood perfectly primed gardens, wonderfully painted homes, and gorgeous walkways of flawless cement. Everything around her felt carefully placed just for her, a calming, pretty little town to stay in. Maybe that was why Shuichi felt that her being assigned here for such gruesome murders felt so odd.

Her memory of “Oh right! The murders!” suddenly jolted her awake. It finally caught up to her that she was walking alone, at 11:21 P.M., with no knowledge of the area around her, in a serial killers territory. She had basically shoved herself into a lions den. Maybe it was the exhaustion, but this didn’t cause great urgency in her. More than anything, she was embarrassed of herself for this clear and obvious oversight. And so, with that, she decided to go home.

Until she realized she was lost.

You see, the flaw about neighborhoods with perfect everything was that, at some point, all of the houses begin to blend together. She reached for her phone in her pocket, hoping to open the map on it to get back, only to discover that she had, in her delirium, picked up her wallet instead. Normally, when she moved to a new town, she would buy a map for said wallet at some point incase of situations like this, where her phone was either missing or dead, but she had been so busy that she had yet to visit a gas station to buy one. Shit. Not only was she in the lions den, but she couldn’t find the exit.

The next best solutions Shuichi had were to visit a friend nearby, *new town, nobody she knew*, to ask a passerby for directions, *too late for someone to be out, too stupid to go out when theres a murderer*, or to slowly explore until she found her home, something familiar, or a gas station to buy a map *too urgent to be slow, couldn’t recognize anything yet, no gas stations nearby*

Even though the murders were much more threatening, being so lost had triggered more worry than the more obvious danger. In her panicked haste, she decided to simply look for the next building that was open or had lights on, in the hopes that whomever was in it would both have a map, a phone, or directions and, hopefully, not be a serial killer. If they even let her in. She wouldn’t want to bother her new neighbors so late, but this was urgent.

She had began to jog, hoping to get home quicker, but as she passed almost all she could see were lights off. Unfortunately, the very few, two, houses that did have their lights on didn’t open the door. Her jog quickly turned to a run as she searched the streets for help. Lights off, lights off, lights off, off, off, off, off, off, off, off, on.

The building she had stopped at felt oddly out of place. She hadn’t noticed it before, maybe it was because she wasn’t specifically focusing on the buildings until now, but it did not seem to match with the rest of the town. It was a bookstore, that seemed to fit the town just fine, but the architecture and colour just seemed… wrong. Most of the houses and bookstores and shops and restaurants and what have you were light blue and white, a few pale greens, a few soft oaks, yes, but mostly white and blue. Friendly, clean, welcoming colours. This bookstore, however, was built of dark wood and deep red velvet.

Dark wood and deep red were not friendly, clean, or welcoming, and the stark difference between it and the buildings surrounding it was uncomfortable and confusing. The contrast only added to the already suspicious aura to the two story shop.

And yet, it was Shuichi’s only option. And so she approached.

She was surprised to see it was still open at what she had confirmed, after looking at her watch, was now 11:36, but she was lucky it was. She slowly opened the creaky door, the bell on it sending a jolt through her tense body, and stepped into the shop.

It was just as dark on the inside, the soft yellow lights doing nothing to help Shuichis anxiety, and it was crowded and uncomfortably warm. In almost any other situation, she would find it cozy. Warm and close, with dim lighting and a dusty smell, it almost calmed the detectives nerves. Almost, before the claustrophobia kicked in and doubled her panic. It wasn’t intense claustrophobia, but the tight space made her feel chocked and smothered. The bookstore wasn’t huge, but the way the bookshelves twisted and turned felt like a maze. To make it all worse, she couldn’t find anyone. Not a single soul trapped in this maze of a shop like she was. She was lost, and trapped, and completely alone. Not only that, but the feeling of being watched shook her to her very soul.

Finally, after what felt like hours being trapped between books, she found a desk. A desk with a clerk. She had never felt more reassured. The clerk was a young man, maybe about her age, with green hair in an apron with his round glasses set off to the side. He was sitting upright, his soft features illuminated by the lightly flickering lamp beside him, with his eyes closed, his head leaning on his hand, and his mouth open. Seeing a person, especially someone who looked so peaceful, calmed Shuichi.

“Excuse me, sir?”

The clerk didn’t open his eyes, his soft breathing getting deeper and deeper by the second. Was he asleep?

“Sir?”

Shuichi tapped him as she said this, and jerked her hand back when she watched the clerk immediately wake up. His eyes flew open and his posture completely straightened, almost robotically. They stood there, both tense, for a good second before the man relaxed and spoke.

“My apologies, welcome to our bookstore. How may I help you?”

His soft eyes met hers, and she tried to fold up all of her anxiety into a sigh.

“Hi, sorry, I’m Saihara I just moved in nearby and decided to walk around but I think I might be lost? I don’t have my phone on me and I’ve been walking around for maybe 20 minutes now and I don’t know where I am like at all and I don’t know anyone around here and I don’t have a map and I don’t know where to go and I was wondering if you had one, a map I mean, or like directions or something or where I can find some maybe please? Sorry.”

Shuichi tried to put on her brightest smile, which definitely looked much more nervous than bright, and stared at the startled clerk in front of her

“Thats very urgent, Saihara. But Im afraid I don’t have a map, and I don’t know this town very well yet either. I could check my phone for one, though.”

“That would be great oh my god thank you.”

Slowly, the man opened a drawer and pulled out his phone, rummaging through another drawer as he held down the power button. He placed a packet of post-its on the table and opened his pen to begin writing, presumably directions, before looking at his phone and freezing.

“Ah… yes, well, it seems my phone has died.”

Shuichi bit her lip and slumped. She just wanted to go back to bed and rest. The stranger looked up at her disappointed face and began to stutter out a solution.

“I… well, I have… well possibly have, Ill see, a charger? I could charge my phone and we can see in a bit.”

She smiled and the clerk lit up, seemingly remembering something, and began to click his pen as he rattled on.

“Or, you know what, Kiyo likely has a map. She has a map for everything, comes with being well traveled I suppose, Im really quite envious. Shes very cultured as well, sometimes makes me wish I chose a different path. Her life seems so exiting…”

Shuichi stood, slowly nodding along to his monologue, wondering if everyone that passed by this shop also learned of the mysterious Kiyo and her lively adventures. The clerk quickly summed up her rant

“Right, maps, Kiyo should be upstairs by the balcony. I don’t believe shes left yet today. Ill plug in my phone just incase. The stairs are right over there. Oh, yes, and do feel free to look at the books.”

With a calming smile, the clerk pointed to a staircase not too far away from them, and began rustling through his desk again. She quickly thanked him and jogged to the stairs.

They were creaky, and stuck between two bookshelves, making them seem just as claustrophobic as the room below. Shuichi was nervous, she felt like she could fall at any second, like the stairs would collapse and that would be her end, but they didnt. And it wasn’t. And she was fine.

She practically jumped out of the stairs when she got to the top, eager to get back home and rest. To leave this creaky maze of a shop and get rid of the uncomfortable watching feeling following her. To lay on her bed and finally sleep. She was so tired after her walk and all of the stress. Unfortunately, she didn’t see Kiyo. She didn’t see anyone. She tried to walk towards the center to see if she could find anyone, before she nocked into the railing and nearly fell over.

She hadn’t fully understood why the man at the desk had said “by the balcony” at first, she thought it was just a second floor, but she understood now. The center of the second “floor” was completely gone. A perfect square surrounded by railing overlooking the other room. The other room that she now realized, given her birds eye view, was far from a maze at all. it was a simple, neat path from the front of the shop to the desk— there was even an empty space right by the door that curled around and met the desk right away. She felt stupid for getting lost in such a simple path. Eventually, Shuichi decided to return to the edge of the shop to search again. As she backed up, though, she knocked into something. That something startled her so, and the sudden panic forced her to turn around and jump back without thinking.

It wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t without thinking. Normally, you see, Shuichi would have the sense not to jump back when she was in front of a balcony. Normally Shuichi would have the sense to stay put, or to grab the railing so she wouldn’t fall back. But this situation wasn’t normal for Shuichi, and the jump made her knock into the railing and fall back. Shuichi was going to fall off. The building was small, but it was tall. and Shuichi was on the top floor. And she was going to fall off.

Course, she *was*, going to, but she didn’t. She had knocked into it, yes, and her legs had left the floor for a moment, and her shoulders and head dangled dangerously off of the railing, but she didn’t fall. Hands had grabbed her biceps and pulled, just barely stopping her from falling. She tumbled to the floor in front of her and gasped for breath, the near fall having knocked all the air out of her. She heard other loud breathing in front of her too, which confused her. And so she looked up and met the eyes of the “something” that she had knocked into. A woman with long, black hair and a hand over her mouth sat before her, presumably having fallen back after grabbing Shuichis arms, and stared. They both looked at each other for a long minute, before the detective fully caught her breath and spoke up.

“Thank you. Oh my god thank you.”

She felt like curling up into a ball and crying. That was was so frightening. Shuichi could hardly hold herself together. She looked up at her elegant savior and watched as the other placed a hand over her heart and slowly caught her breath, still not uncovering her face. Through a muffled voice, the other mumbled.

“Yes, of course”

They stood there for another awkward moment. Staring at each other. Shuichi felt… uncomfortable. The woman in front of her was staring purposefully, and she felt as though she were being analyzed. She decided to go for the lesser of the two evils— awkward conversation or awkward staring— and started to talk.

“Hi, sorry, hi. I’m Shuichi Saihara. The man at the desk—”

“Kirumi?”

“Yes, I think, yes. Kirumi said to look for a Kiyo with maps? Is that you?”

The woman— who Shuichi was now very sure was the illusive Kiyo— slowly chuckled and stood up, offering one of her her hands, the one not over her mouth, to the other. The detective accepted, and as she stood up realized just how tall the other was, frighteningly so. It sent a shiver up her spine and left heat rushing in her face. She was so distracted with the others height that she hardly realized her hand being drawn to the woman’s face. She then, rather quickly, removed the hand from her mouth to gently kiss Shuichi’s —that sent even *more* warmth to the detectives face— and swapped them once again.

“I am, in fact, Kiyo, Korekiyo Shinguji, and I do, in fact, have maps. Do you need one?”

Shuichi felt her hand drop from Kiyo’s and, rather than a sense of relief from essentially finding her ride home, she almost felt sad that she had lost her excuse to stay. The coziness she felt whilst first entering was back in full force, and she felt warm and soft all over. She didn’t want to go back to the outside cold.

“Yes, I do. I’m lost. I think I live nearby, but I don’t know and I need help getting back.”

Her mouth twitched and her awkward attempt at a positive smile came back. Kiyo’s eyes crinkled and she could swear she heard a muffled laugh from under the others covered face. It made her feel ridiculous.

“Ill be back in just a moment. Please wait here, Saihara.”

Shuichi nodded, moving her hand to grab the railing so she wouldn’t fall. She missed the first time and slipped a little, but she grabbed it and leaned back comfortably soon enough. Korekiyo stared for a moment, seemingly waiting for her to be stable, and then twirled around and disappeared back among the shelves again. And so Shuichi was once more alone with her thoughts for the first time in a while.

She couldn’t help but stare and ponder. Kiyo moved so elegantly, so *carefully*, it was almost entrancing to watch. The gentle swing of her hair and the bend of her long body as she walked. And she was so sure about where she went. Was she here often? But the clerk— Kirumi, she now knew— said she left every day. Course, that means she was there every day. But he also said she traveled often, didn’t he? And who exactly owned this bookstore? Kirumi said “Welcome to *our* bookstore”, but did he mean his and Korekiyo’s, or his and someone else’s? Or was he maybe simply saying “our” as an employee working with the owners? Or maybe as an owner referring to the employees? But there didn’t seem to be anyone else working here. And why did she still feel she was being watched? Why did this place stick out so much? Was it maybe a marketing tactic, to stick out to attract more customers? But the shop was completely barren, and books were practically falling off the shelves, so did they not have many customers or did they just keep good stock? And if they didn’t have many customers, how come? Everyone working here, from what she had seen, was so charming and charismatic, so why—

Shuichi was suddenly—and quite literally— snapped out of her thoughts by Kiyo, who was now leaning towards her. The woman’s hand was now removed from her mouth, but it was replaced by a skintight mask. She felt a little disappointed, longing to see the others face, but settled for staring at the vague outline instead.

“Saihara, I’ve brought you a map. I had very limited ones for this town specifically, though, and this one is only in Spanish.”

She slowly lifted the map to Shuichis face, and waved it in front of her. She watched the map swish side to side as the other moved it, until she was able to concentrate again.

“Oh, right yes, right. Thank you.”

She took the map and opened it, deciding it would be best to maybe *not* tell Korekiyo the small, tiny insignificant detail that she maybe didn’t completely speak Spanish at all. She traced over the letters in the map and nodded slowly. She didn’t want to tell Kiyo she didn’t speak the language, that would cause so much more work for her and Kirumi, so she simply pretended she did. She looked up from the map at her, and then back to the map, and then up at her again, smiling. She couldn’t know for sure, but she could swear from the sharpness of her gaze and the hand on her cheek that she was being analyzed by Kiyo once more. She tried to give a more confident smile, but it still turned out wobbly. She watched as the others shoulders shook, and heard a slight chuckle in her voice as she spoke

“You don’t speak Spanish, do you?”

Her smile fell and she shook her head. Kiyo audibly laughed this time. She turned bright red from embarrassment. Kiyo held the top of the map for Shuichi and made direct eye contact with her.

“You’re purely adorable. I can guide you if you’d like.”

She, somehow, turned even more red, and slowly nodded. She wasn’t sure exactly what embarrassed her so much, whether is was the shame of needing extra help from Kiyo or being called adorable by a pretty, mysterious stranger she met not even 10 minutes ago. Kiyo had lured her in with her elegance and grace, and now Shuichi was completely willing and at ease. Was it concerning that she trusted her so fast? Maybe, but it wasn’t like she was befriending a serial killer or anything. Shuichi forced herself to nod more obviously.

“Yes. Yeah, yes. I’d like that. A lot.”

“Very well, I am ready whenever you would like to leave.”

Korekiyo let go of the paper and drew back. She was very confused at her response. Couldn’t she just write down the directions now? Whatever the case, she was exhausted and, as much as she liked being around Kiyo, she needed to rest. But she didn’t want to loose this place. She didn’t know the way, and she doubted she would remember it on her walk back home.

“Hey, Korekiyo?”

“You may call me Kiyo.”

“Right, Kiyo,Could you mark this place on the map for me?”

she focused on Kiyos eyes once more, noticing just how much gentler they were now, noting the soft flow of her fluttering eyelashes as she bore into Shuichi. She felt herself getting warm again.

“Ah, so content with this place you wish to visit again. How wonderful. I’d be more than happy to mark it for you, dear. Though I should probably mark down where you live, too.”

Korekiyo pulled down the top of the map again

“Now, where would that be?”

Shuichi unconsciously rattled off her new address, too distracted by the pretty eyes staring at her, and the fact those eyes had called her *dear*, to even pay attention to what she was saying. And then, Kiyos hand brushed her arm, which completely stopped her ability to concentrate on whatever she was saying, thinking or doing. She was much too flustered.

By the time she could focus again, she was walking down the sidewalk with the marked map in front of her, gloved hands tracing the directions and a humming voice in her ears. She shivered. It was cold. Luckily, though, she recognized the area. Barely recognized, but she *had* noticed specific houses that she had passed between her new house and her new office. Which meant she was nearly home. She felt a hand trace her bicep and pull her tight, pressing against someone. The voice mumbled in her ear once again

“Do not drift too close to the street, Saihara, stay near me.”

The moment she recognized the voice she turned straight red again. Not only was Kiyo walking her home, but she was holding her close, too. Extremely close. Pressed against her skin close. She nearly felt suspicious of Kiyo’s charm, her soft voice, charisma, and pretty face seemed too good to be true— let alone the fact she seemed to be *flirting* with Shuichi, especially so intensely and so soon after their first meeting—, but that suspicion disappeared instantly when she felt Kiyos hand drift from her arm to across her back, to her other arm, and down to her palm, gently lacing their fingers together. She bit her lip and blushed, looking up to watch Kiyo, who was staring from the side of her eye and fluttering her eyelashes once again. Her heart practically melted as she felt the woman squeeze her hand, suddenly thrusting it behind her, pulling Shuichi flush against her body once more.

She was practically skipping at this point, excitedly walking back home with their fingers tied up together, until Kiyo suddenly slowed and came to a halt.

“Is this your home, Saihara?”

She paused before answering. It was her home, yeah, but she had been enjoying their walk. She felt remorseful. She sadly muttered yes, and then decided to speak up.

“Hey, Kiyo, you wanna come in?”

“Desperately.”

Kiyo sighed

“Unfortunately, I must get back to the bookstore. I feel I should close up tonight, Kirumi’s restful nights are far and few in between, and I wish not to wake him for something so trivial as closing up shop.”

Shuichi was still partially out of it and, forgetting that they had no actual form of contact, responded with the first thing that came to mind.

“Oh, yeah, no, I get that. I get that completely just… tell me if you ever wanna visit or anything. Just let me know, I’ll set something up.”

Shuichi looked back at the others eyes and batted her eyelashes, hoping it had at least *partially* the same effect on Kiyo as it did on her. It seemingly worked, as she felt a squeeze on her hand and watched as Korekiyo softened her eyes and placed a hand over her chest. She could even swear she heard a little groan. Slowly, Kiyo lifted her head and looked over her shoulders. Shuichi was about to ask her what was wrong, but she was very suddenly caught off guard by a hand grabbing her chin. She felt as the other allowed their fingers to un-intertwine, and before she knew it there was warm breath on her skin and a slight damp spot on her cheek. She was, in all honesty, a little startled by the kiss. Not that she exactly disliked the idea of a pretty, mysterious woman fawning over her. It was simply a little surprising.

The moment Kiyo’s lips were off her she immediately felt remorseful. She almost felt the urge to pull her back in, but the pace they were at was already much *much* too fast, and she sure as hell wouldn’t squander actually getting to know Kiyo over an *urge* of all things. She was brought back out of her thoughts by a vibration against her neck, and thats when she realized Kiyo had moved just a *little* lower than her jaw.

“You’ll visit me at the bookstore, won’t you, my darling Shuichi?”

She fully flamed up again. She hadn’t realized how nice Korekiyo’s voice was without her mouth covered. It sent a shiver down her spine.

She sounded practically musical, rough and high with a low hum. Her voice was absolutely gorgeous.

“Yeah, yeah. Yeah, of course! I’ll go the next moment I have available. I swear that to you. It’s a beautiful store, you know. Absolutely beautiful.”

Her yammering was muffled by Kiyo’s shoulder. She’d been so distracted by the kiss and her voice that she had hardly noticed just how close they were. She tensed, very suddenly unsure about this. A complete stranger, one practically climbing on her, now had a map to her house, and she clearly had an easy way to melt her heart and get inside.

“Yes…wonderful.”

Slowly, she felt fingers prying open her hands. Soft paper slipped past her palm, and her fingers were gently closed around it once more. There was a slight shift by her and, in a few moments, Korekiyo was off of her completely with her mask back on and empty hands. She waved goodbye and twirled back around to, presumably, walk back to the store. Shuichi was left alone, right by her house, holding a map with two marks, a few translations, and a series of numbers left along the margin.

A series of numbers she was sure she would be calling.

[thelaughtercafe]

Ler Shuichi/Lee Korekiyo Headcanons

Tea Type: Rose Boba

Potential Triggers: N/A

Pairing: Shuichi/Korekiyo

Length: 145

Summary: N/A

Shuichi as a Ler I feel needs to be provoked first, most of the time.

But it actually doesn’t take too much to bring his Ler side out. 

Provoking could mean someone just sulking or looking sad/focused so I could see Korekiyo being a victim fairly often. 

“Cheer up, alright? Kaito would have a field day if he saw you moping like this and I really don’t want to hear another speech today so please just smile!”

I think Korekiyo as a Lee acts as though it’s a big inconvenience and he needs to get back to his work. 

Really, it brings back fond memories from his childhood so he doesn’t mind half as much as he lets on. 

Probably intentionally subtly provokes Shuichi into tickling him and it’s not hard because he’ll actually sulk if he hasn’t been tickled in a hot minute lmao.

[ephemeral-darkness]

Anyone ask for more snake Kiyo?

This was drawn for my boyfriend, who wanted to see more of this drawing but also make it shinsai (he projects us onto them a lot haha)

(Also I am seeing The March Violets in may so my brain is going haywire)

[matchmade-chemistry]

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I'm going through severe Shinsai/Saiguji/Mysterious History brainrot with little to no content insert a sob

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

[beautynthesin]

im working on gay people again woah

[yawujin]

how the v3 boys would react to being called a 'pretty boy'

type | short-read , reaction , non killing game, lighthearted, fluff , gender neutral reader.

shuichi saihara ♡

he would be caught off guard

he would begin to smile and not be able to stop

that is, until he clears his throat to stop himself

you could still see his lips though

he looked so funny trying to hide his expression from you

"that's—" he would start, but give up and just let out an awkward laugh

'that means a lot coming from someone like you'

is what he would say but

he's still so very shy whenever you're near

poor boy bless him

rantaro amami ♡

he'd be very accepting towards your compliment

he gets it a lot after all

he's very sweet though so

he would definitely give you a compliment in return

then you become the one who's flustered

"what can i say? it's true (Y/N)." he smiles

internally you're just like '!!!"

but in the end you take the compliment

you just can't deny it

K1B0/kiibo ♡

oh, he's very flattered

believe me

he just doesn't know how to express it

human emotions are hard

"thanks! uh—really..."

how do you even return a compliment?

think, kiibo, think!

all in all, he wants to give one back buttt

he wants it to seem heartfelt and NOT robotic

he'll get back to you later, bringing you a whole thank you card

he's trying his best

korekiyo shinguji ♡

his eyes crinkle, the only visible display of how hard he's smiling under his mask

"thank you very much, dear." he would reply

he's very appreciative towards you

seeing as you can only see a little bit of him because of his bandaged body and mask

he's very happy that you perceive him as pretty

even if you can't see all of him

perhaps

little by little, he'll start showing more off to you

only time will tell

kehehehe

kaito momota ♡

you already know he'll have the biggest smile on his face

he grabs you in an instant and pulls you in for a tight hug, patting you on the back

he kind of pats you hard but it's well-meaning

ofc he sends a compliment right back at you

"and don't let anybody EVER tell you otherwise!"

he tells shuichi and maki about it later

and everybody else too

"guess who's a certified pretty boy? this guyyyy" he points to himself

he's seriously so happy about it

gonta gokuhara ♡

at first he misheard you

he thought you were saying the bugs were pretty

"yes! bugs very pretty!"

you agreed but also repeated yourself

he shyly looks away

a cute lil grin on his face

"(Y/N) think gonta pretty?"

yes ofc

he smiles wider and adjusts his specs

"gonta thank you...very much."

ryoma hoshi ♡

he pulls his beanie down onto his face bashfully

your compliment was sooo unexpected for him

"surely, you can't be serious." he murmured

oh but you were

and you reassured him you were

he sighs, finally getting over that initial embarrassment

"okay...fine."

he accepts it!

"but only because it's coming from you."

(his own silly little way of giving you one back and showing that he trusts your judgement)

kokichi ouma ♡

he'll think you're lying

he'll also give you this funny look like he's trying to get you to admit that you're lying

you already caught onto this

but you say nothing else and just smile back at him

it causes him to break into laughter

"you really crack me up, you know that?"

on the inside, he doesn't know what else to say or how else to express his thanks

so he just makes fun of you and leaves

and once he does

your words just replay in his head over and over

'shit, maybe they weren't lying...'

⋆ ˚｡⋆ my ao3

[danganronpa-shipping-galore]

Danganronpa ships saying “I love you.”

[Shinsai Edition Part 1: Korekiyo confessing.]

[oum-aao]

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[mythgirlimagines]

Headcanons for Shinsai or Korekiibo?

Have some Shinsai!

Since they were both booksmart people, they didn’t mind dates where they were just inside reading next to each other. Not everything had to be big and extravagant.

Kiyo actually writes down all of his findings from researching cultures, and since Shuichi usually has casework or homework to do, they often end up working together, too.

Neither of them are super big fans of touching, so they don’t usually. Some of their classmates find it a bit strange, but they decided on it together, since they’re more comfortable that way.

Rather, they steal each other’s clothes. Even though Kiyo doesn’t normally wear sweatshirts, when he is wearing one it’s clear it’s Shuichi’s. Same with Shuichi and some of Kiyo’s accessories.

It was both of their first relationships, so they both put in a lot of work to make everything work out. Because they talked so often, they had a pretty good and healthy relationship.