#live laugh nagito (i want to strangle him)

[graveyard-society]

shitty doodle of my favorite sdr2 trio

[owo-shenanigans]

So I'd like to make a request if you okay about it. Can i request something like a headcanons with yours fav male characters, from any Danganronpa game you want, and how they Will react to their s/o being a mastermind(or blackened)?

Of course! This was an absolute BLAST to write, though I teared up a few times :’‘) requests are OPEN!

KAZUICHI, GUNDHAM, AND KIIBO WITH A BLACKENED S/O

Word Count: 1.8k

KAZUICHI SOUDA

"No, I have an alibi- I was with Kazuichi!" Your words silenced the others who had begun to gang up on you. The trial was for Sonia's murder. With an unidentified fatal wound on the back of her head, she had been discovered at 7am in the restaurant.

He smiled and nodded, hand in a thumbs up. "Yeah! We were together all night - no way they could have done it!"

At the raised eyebrows from the others, he flushed. "I-I didn't mean-"

At your laugh, he just kept his mouth shut. But your alibi was set in stone.

Half an hour later, you wished you had kept your own mouth shut. Hajime had ripped your alibi to shreds, stating that Kazuichi was a known heavy sleeper- you could have snuck out and back in with him none the wiser.

"But- no, I couldn't have done it-!" You stated desperately, fists clenched. "Where on Earth would I have gotten a baseball bat!? Where could I have-"

Hajime's face at that made you fall silent, a terrible chill falling down your back.

"We never figured out what the murder weapon was, (Y/N)."

You glanced around wildly, but you could see your fate was sealed. Kazuichi's face was the worst one. His eyes were filled with tears, and as he looked at you, you found that you couldn't go on anymore.

"You're right, Hajime. I… I killed Sonia. I sent her a letter asking her to come to the restaurant at 3 in the morning, posing as you. I told her… I told her that I'd found a newspaper article about her country, and that I thought she should read it. When she arrived… She never saw my face. I snuck up behind her and… That's it."

You gripped your podium, hands shaking at the sounds of Gundham’s hamsters squeaking- almost overshadowing the faint cries from their master.

The votes came in- all but one for you.

The moment you were released from your podiums, Kazuichi dashed over to you, hands gripping yours.

"(Y/N), you- you- why? How could you do this to me? To all of us?"

He was choking back sobs, pink hair stuck in the tear tracks down his face. You gently reached out and touched them, and he leaned in to your touch.

"I'm so sorry Kazuichi. But they�� What I saw… I knew I had to get off the island. I couldn't live without knowing the motive was fake."

Monokuma giggled in his obnoxiously high pitched voice.

"But now you'll never know, because it's PUNISHMENT TIME!"

Choking back your own sobs, you gave Kazuichi one last hug, one last desperate kiss.

"Get off this island. Get off this island for me."

The collar came and snapped around your neck, tearing you apart from him forever.

GUNDHAM TANAKA

"Mahiru was always hanging around you, Beta Bitch! I bet you killed her because you knew you would never be as kind as her, or as sweet as her, or as… as… WAAAAAAAAH!"

Hiyoko let out an ear splitting wail, as you started to try and defend yourself. But before you let out a word, the man across from you spoke up.

"Silence, Sea Urchin! For I was with thy darkness at the time of the crime. We were supplying sustenance to the caged creatures. They could not have hurt the now deceased."

You couldn't help smiling at his wordy, yet correct response. "We were feeding the animals at the farm," you translated. "And he would have seen me leaving, as there's only one exit. The whole place is surrounded by a fence, after all."

Hajime, who seemed to be leading the trial, nodded at that, and the discussion moved on. Once everyone's eyes were off you, you let out a sigh of relief.

There. Your alibi was safe. You were safe. You could- you could go home, and make sure that the video was lying.

Unnoticed by you, a little girl in blonde pigtails was staring at you. And she had a scowl on her face.

Half an hour later, everyone had gone around in circles three times. Nagito was doing his usual obscuration of the investigation. Not that you were complaining.

Wiping the sweat off your brow, you didn't hear what Hiyoko said through your rushing blood.

"So, I know you idiots let Beta Bitch off the hook because she couldn't have left the farm, but are you all ignoring the giant hole in their stupid argument?"

Everyone zeroed in on Hiyoko, who paled a moment before tossing her head.

"There's a literal hole in their argument."

"I agree with that!" Hajime shouted. "There's a little hole in the fence, right next to the hotel."

You had snapped back in at this point, hands shaking.

"But- there's also a- a fence around the hotel! I couldn't get thro-"

"That's wrong!" He shouted again, and you've never hated him more than in this moment. "Yes, there is a fence, but you didn't have to go through- not with the murder weapon you chose. With a relic sword from the library, all you had to do was stab through the fence."

"I found hay on the sword…. I think." Chiaki interjected. "I guess you hid the sword in the animal food until Gundham wasn't looking…. And then you left through the hole in the fence…."

From there, they tore apart your alibi, destroyed any chance you had of leaving the island.

But the look on Gundham’s face dried up any arguments you had. Every time you opened your mouth, his Deva's chitted at you, quiet and yet louder than Hajime's closing argument.

The votes came in- every single person had voted for you, except a lone two against Hajime. Hajime didn't even have the decency to appear offended by the votes, his expression pained as he stared at you.

"It was the motive video." You confessed, and you shut your eyes to keep out the sight of them all staring. "I had- I had to go home. I had to make sure it was fake. I knew it couldn't be real, because- because-"

Gundham took your hand gently and you broke down into his arms. Clutching at him like a lifeline, you sobbed out the rest of your story.

"I'm so, so sorry, Gundham. I never should have used you. The video isn't an excuse." You let out a watery chuckle. "None of you fell for it, did you?"

Pulling your motive video out, you tucked it into Gundham's jacket. "Check for me, will you? Make sure… make sure it's not true."

"Sweetne-" he started, but Monokuma interrupted with a feral grin.

"Real or fake, now you'll never know, because it's PUNISHMENT TIME!"

Monokuma tore you from Gundham, your watery smile the last he ever saw of you.

KIIBO

"Sorry, Shuichi, but I couldn't have done it." You shrugged at his accusation, internally sweating enough to fill a pool.

"I was with Kiibo at the time; I couldn't have left the kitchen without him seeing me."

"And I didn't see them leave the kitchen, let alone the dining room." Kiibo stated this almost proudly, and you had to fight off a wave of affection for the man. You couldn't doubt yourself- not now. Not when you had already done what you did. There was no going back.

"I couldn't have killed Kokichi."

At your words, everyone glanced at the portrait of the boy. None of them had liked him, sure, and he had screwed with them through the trials… but some of the things he said held the hidden piece necessary to understand the plot.

You shifted in your podium- his photographed eyes almost seemed to be following you. Kiibo caught your hand and squeezed it, offering a smile to you. Giving a tremulous smile in turn, you tried to calm your heart rate.

An hour later, you were shaking all over.

"You said your alibi was Kiibo, but Miu said THIS-" and he held up an electronic device- "was missing from her lab. It went missing this morning, and was found in the back of the kitchen cupboard. And the kitchen clock was a few minutes off. My theory? You set off a pulse to turn Kiibo off, which accidentally turned off the clock as well. You left the dining room, entered the warehouse, and strangled Kokichi."

You gulped loudly, the sound echoing in your head. Glancing around wildly, you were met with people convinced of your guilt. Turning to your right, you saw Kiibo- and you knew in that moment that if he were able to cry, he would be sobbing.

The look on his face made you give up.

"(Y/N).... It's not…. It's not true, is it?"

You looked down at your podium, your lack of an answer an answer nonetheless.

The votes came in, every single vote going your way. Even Kiibo, huh? Not like you didn't deserve it.

Drawing in a shaky breath, you spoke.

"I…. I just had to get out of here. I was going crazy. All the- all the death, the executions- I knew I was going to be next! So I…. I went to the warehouse. I was psyching myself out, by that point. But then…. Then Kokichi-

"He kept taunting me. Saying that- that he knew someone was planning to kill me, and that I was so weak and pathetic that they'd succeed and I-!

"I strangled him. I came back to myself with the rope wrapped around his neck, and he wasn't responding! I came back to the kitchen and…. And I hid the electronic in the back of the drawer. And that's it. That's how I killed Kokichi Oma."

You risked a glance over at Kiibo, and your heart sank. He was merely staring at you, no emotion on his face.

"For what it's worth… I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Kiibo. I shouldn't have used you for my alibi."

Drawing in a breath, you choked on it when he pulled you into a hug. Pulling back, he touched his forehead to yours, your hands clutched in his.

"My inner voice is wrong. I…. I'll escape. I'll escape for you, (Y/N). I promise. I swear to you."

You let out a half sob, but you couldn't stop a final smile at how pure hearted he was.

"Don't… don't make the same mistake I did. Defeat whoever trapped us in here. Escape… escape without destroying yourself in the process, my dearest Kiibo."

"Oh, how heartwarming." Monokuma crooned in his high pitched voice. "You'll be warm enough in a whole lot of other places soon, because it's PUNISHMENT TIME!"

The collar snapped around your neck and tore you from his hands. He reached out to you desperately, but it was too late.

[nagitoandkokichioneshots]

damn peko okay i see you... could i get some dry humping with nagito?👀👀👀👀👀

If it’s your order, master. I live to serve. I had a lot of fun with the set up of this. I love creating little scenarios around the smut lol.

Contains: Explicit Sexual Content, Post-SDR2, Future Foundation Reader, Fem Reader, No Pronouns Used

It should be illegal how good Komaeda looks in his Future Foundation uniform. The way the dress pants cling to his narrow hips. The way the blazer accentuates his already broad shoulders. Whatever demon possessed him to pull his soft white hair up into a high ponytail should be slain, if only to stop the way your palms are sweating every second you look at him. 

Presently, he’s standing tall, legs shoulder width apart as he practices firing his new hacking gun. Face awash in blue light as he unloads five break shots into the target on the other side of the room. You can see the singe marks, all bullseyes or complete misses, nothing in between. The determined set of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes, the way his chest heaves. You are standing in the corner of the room, resisting the urge to rub your thighs together just from watching him. 

“You’re doing well, Komaeda-san!” You call out, disappointed at the way your voice noticeably wavers. 

He turns to face you, slinging the gun over his shoulder, “That is debatable, but i am grateful for your attempts to comfort me.” he smiles at you, and it might just be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, “It isn’t necessary, but it is very kind of you.”

“We can stop for the day if you would like, we’re already late for lunch.”

“Ah.” he says, “I am quite hungry” 

You motion for him to put the gun away and follow you out of the training room. He dutifully follows behind, maintaining an even pace with you as the two of you head to the dining hall. You glance over at him, choking on any words you might have said when you realise how nicely the dim overhead lighting catches in his pale eyelashes. You swallow. It must have been a joke by your superior to assign you as Komaeda’s training partner. You were not subtle in your interest in him, outright talking to coworkers about how desperately you wanted to pull one of his sharp hip bones into your mouth and suck. 

He has his hands in the pockets of his dress pants, tucking the front of his blazer behind his wrists, your eyes are drawn to the snug fit of those pants. Specifically the way the fabric pulls taught over his crotch. You can hear the telltale thump of your heart in your ears, your bones feel like they might melt with the intensity of your feelings at this moment. All you can think about, is what terrible, awful, fireable offences you could commit right now. Right in this hallway. 

“Is everything alright?” Komaeda asks, pulling you from your semi trance. He’s stopped walking now, and the two of you are standing just by the door of an empty conference room. He’s a lot taller than you, a fact you try very hard not to focus on.

“Oh, I’m fine. Just a little distracted.”

“Ah.” Komaeda says, the sound laced with knowing. His eyes hooded and lips quirked up in a very subtle smile, “You have been a very diligent trainer,” he breathes, head inclined just a little bit to the side, “Anything i can do to repay you would make me very happy. If you would even accept repayment from such common garbage as myself.” 

When he says anything...does he really mean anything? You can feel your stomach turning, “No need to repay me, Komaeda-san. I’m just doing my job.”

“If you are turning down my offer due to genuine disgust I fully understand.” He says, laughing breathily, “However. If you are turning it down due to a concern for my well being, or a respect for me as a person. Know that is unnecessary.” his voice has dropped down an octave, and you have the distinct feeling that he is toying with you, “I offer myself to you fully, if you are willing to accept.”

Your eyes can't help but flit from Komaeda, to the door of the vacant conference room, and back again. The knowledge that it’s  only 1:15, and that the room will be empty until 2:30 is unbearable. Irresistible. 

“What i feel for you…” your mouth is dry, your hands are shaking, “Is the exact opposite of disgust.”

He chuckles, hiding his mouth with a palm, “How unfortunate for you.” his hand drops to reveal a smile that can only be described as hungry, “but how very fortunate for me.”

Any resilience you had snaps. You’re barely even conscious as your hand wraps around Komaeda’s wrist and you tug him into the conference room, slamming the door shut by shoving him up against it as you crush your lips together. He moans audibly, thin arms coming around you tight. You bury your fingers in the mess of his white hair, tangling through the delicate strands, you notice he chokes on a moan when you tug a little too hard. The sound spurs you on. 

“You like when I pull your hair, pretty boy?”

He whimpers, opening his lips under yours and gently licking into your mouth. His tongue feels like heaven. Twisting and tangling with yours before breaking away to trace your upper row of teeth. You bite down tentatively, and a bolt of warmth shoots down to your sex when you hear him cry out. It isn't a pained noise, you can tell he liked it. It’s even more obvious how much he liked it when his hips grind up against yours, you gasp at the feeling, he’s completely hard in his pants and while you desperately want to pull him out and have your way with him. That might be just a little too daring. What you do instead, is not that much better.

“Can you lie down for me?” You whisper in his ear, one hand buried in his hair, the other on his cheek, tracing his lips with your thumb. You squeak when he takes your thumb into his mouth, sucking gently on your skin and swirling his tongue around. You can't help slipping another two fingers in. He was practically begging for it, what were you supposed to do? His big green eyes stare down at you, cloudy with desire as you slowly thrust your fingers in and out of his mouth. Watching drool pooling in the corners of lips while he keens and moans around your digits. 

Without ever pulling your fingers from his mouth, you guide him away from the door and slowly encourage him to drop down onto the floor with you. The little hitch in his breath when you straddle his narrow hips is to die for, “you’re doing so good, sweetheart.” you coo at him, running a hand through his soft hair, he closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling as he sucks hard on your fingers. You smirk, and grind up against his hard cock. Even with your fingers in his mouth, his moan is shockingly loud. 

When you press down against him again, his hips buck upward to meet yours. Desperate to reciprocate the delicious friction, licking, sucking, drooling and moaning around your fingers as you drag your hips across him over and over. A moan cutting loose from your lips as his hardness bumps up against your clit, you can feel yourself getting wet through your panties and right through your tight uniform pants. It’s disgusting, it's sweaty, and it's desperate. Komaeda is writhing underneath you, pushing himself up off the ground with his heels, doing anything and everything to grind his cock harder against you, his hair has long escaped the confines of his ponytail and is spread out behind him in a tangled white halo. 

“You’re so beautiful, Komaeda-san…” you purr, admiring the blush coating his cheeks like rouge atop porcelain, drool escaping the corners of his mouth and running down his chin. He makes a pleased noise and bites gently down on your fingers, bringing up his hands and gripping tight on your hips, pushing you down harder onto his throbbing cock and letting out a strangled sob as your hips pick up the pace. You’re both going to cum in your pants. On the conference room floor. It’s reprehensible, despicable, and so fucking hot. You must be ruining the front of Komaeda’s pants, there's no way your wetness hasn’t seeped the whole way through, and you can't help imagining the state of his cock. Is it red? Is dripping with pre-cum? You’re almost furious that you don't get to see.

“I...I’m...close…” Komaeda slurs around your fingers. Whimpering and moaning, cock twitching so furiously in his pants that you can feel it. You hiss at the sensation of his wriggling hips beneath you, finally pulling your fingers out from his mouth so you can replace them with your tongue. You’re close too, the warmth in your stomach is almost boiling, it feels like you’re going to overflow. His tongue tangles and curls against yours, exploring every crevice of your mouth as he continues rutting up against you, making adorable little noises of exertion. 

You’re hot all over, it feels like you’re going to melt if you hold on any longer. Hips moving so quickly that your abdominal muscles are starting to burn. You’re getting close to the edge and you can feel yourself about to tip over, “Cum for me, baby.” you pant into Komaeda’s ear, opening your mouth wide and biting down hard on the side of his neck. Anything to silence the moan you can feel racing up your throat. Bad idea. You did not anticipate how much Komaeda would like being bitten. The noise that he makes is closer to a shriek than anything else, his hips bucking up into you with an unbridled desperation as he finally heaves a shaky breath and cums, hard. You can feel it through the front of his pants, moaning and writhing as white explodes behind your eyes, sucking harder and harder on Komaeda’s throat as you finally topple over the threshold. Hips gyrating slower as you tentatively come back down, nuzzling your face in Komaeda’s shoulder, overcome with both exhaustion and embarrassment. 

Your pants are soaked. And so are his. 

When you finally manage to push yourself up off him with your wobbly arms, you cup a hand over your mouth in shock at the state of his neck.

“Is something wrong?” He asks, he doesn’t seem concerned, his expression is positively giddy.

The side of his throat is marked red and purple from your sucking and biting. One particularly big bite even has visible teeth marks, like you were trying to take a chunk out of him. You can’t deny you feel a little egotistical looking at it, at the way you have thoroughly ruined him. 

“I think I was a little too rough with you…” you say nervously

Komaeda chuckles, “hardly.” 

“Your uh—“ you gesture to his throat, “—everyone is going to see.” 

“Ah, I see.” Komaeda smiles, but it doesn’t look happy, “I can make up some sort of lie if you are concerned that people will assume we are involved.”

“Oh! That’s not it at all! I’m just worried that we’re going to get in trouble...for doing this at work.” You laugh to yourself, “plus, I figured you would be a lot more embarrassed about it.” 

“Embarrassed, why?” He brings up a hand and gently touches the teeth marks on his throat, “The fact that you wanted to claim someone like me as your own—“ he visibly shudders, a whiny noise escaping his mouth, “it is exhilarating.”

You swallow, “Don’t say things like that! I...I just came, Komaeda-san…give me a few hours to chill, jeez.” 

“The storage closet on the third floor is pretty roomy, if you’re free after lunch.”

You bark a laugh and cross your arms, “you’re incorrigible. But yes, I will see you there.”

[komahinasecretexchange]

Title: Day Off

Author: @nadisabug​

For: @summer-owo-holdings-lp​

Pairing: Hinata x Komaeda

Warnings: mild language, other than that none

Prompt: 1) Beach 2) Singing 3) Post-Simulation

Author’s notes: I managed to use all three prompts this time, I hope you like it!!

“This is dumb.” Hajime stated, a twinge of annoyance in his voice. He was angry and Nagito knew it. Hajime had made his distaste clear from the very moment the met up to the moment they stepped foot on the beach. However, Nagito just continued to lay out the blanket he had carried, tugging on the edges to pull it taut across the sand. Hajime frowned and sighed. When Nagito still did not respond to Hajime’s complaint, he sighed again.

“Not spending time with you, of course, that’s not dumb,” Hajime grumbled. Hajime was so used to battling Nagito’s self doubt that it came natural to defend against it.

“Of course,” Nagito grinned, a gleam in his eye. He was teasing Hajime, not a rare occurrence by any means.

“C'mon babe you know that’s not what I meant,” Hajime sighed. Nagito glowed red at the nickname, which was partially Hajime’s aim. The other motive was to prevent him from firing back. No matter how long they had been dating Nagito still couldn’t seem to process pet names.

“I know, I know,” Nagito said, relenting. “But it still isn’t dumb. Fuyuhiko and the others are just looking out for you.”

Hajime snorted. “By preventing me from doing my job? How does that benefit them?”

“I said they were looking out for you… Babe.” Nagito said the word like it was a test, unsure of himself. Hajime grinned and a spark fluttered in his chest. Gods, it was like he was brand-new around Nagito, everything as good as the first.

What had happened was Fuyuhiko, Nevermind, Owari, and few other decided to forcibly give Hajime the day off. They cleared it with Makoto and Kirigiri, just to make sure, too. They doubled up into pairs to take care of his duties for the day, his meetings and checking in on how everyone was doing with thier jobs. It was a smooth operation, almost an intervention.

“You’re too fucking stressed out. You need to calm the fuck down,” Fuyuhiko had said. The others had just nodded in agreement.

It wasn’t the best intervention.

It wasn’t even going to work until Nagito put his hand on Hajime’s shoulder, gave him those eyes, and asked “please?” so sweetly and endearingly.

Then Hajime couldn’t say no.

Nagito finally finished setting up the blanket and the picnic basket and sat down, motioning for Hajime to join him. Hajime grinned and sat down- then plopped his head onto Nagito’s lap. Nagito let out a choked sound, but made no move to remove Hajime’s head from it’s makeshift pillow.

Hajime closed his eyes and shifted onto his back. Then, he really started to relax. The gentle crashing of the waves, the sound of Nagito’s breathing, the warm sun on his body - everything wanted him to unwind.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Babe?” Hajime finally croaked.

“Nyuh-uh-huh!” Nagito forced out a strangled response.

Hajime opened his eyes and looked warily into Nagito’s. His face was beet red and his breathing looked uneven. Hajime reached up with his closer arm and stroked Nagito’s arm. “Hey, you need to relax,” he added with a small smirk on his face.

Nagito began to nod, then shook his head. “How am I supposed to when you’re-” Nagito gestured wildly to Hajime.

“While I’m relaxing too?” Hajime said innocently, pouting just a tad.

Nagito scoffed. “Can you only relax by winding me up?”

“I will admit, it is quite therapeutic.”

They lapsed into a comfortable silence. Well, comfortable to Hajime. Nagito was still tense.

So Hajime sung. He did have a talent for it, so he sang to hopefully calm Nagito down. It was not any specific song, it was just a harmony of notes he hummed. He could admit though that it sounded really good. It was almost as if he had a talent for it or something.

After a little bit, he finally felt Nagito settle down. His muscles relaxed and he leaned back to prop himself up with his arms. Hajime gave Nagito another few moments before he finally sat up. He looked to Nagito, now smiling dreamily, and smiled back.

“Wanna eat?”

Nagito nodded so they did. Teruteru had prepared the lunch, so it was by far the best packed lunch they had ever had. Cold finger fod and warm appetizers were packed masterfully so that they did not end up lukewarm. Although this lunch was top teir, Hajime couldn’t help but to think that he would have prefered it if Nagito made it. He preffered anything that Nagito did to be very honest.

They had been dating for almost a year now, more specifically around ten months. It was hard to tell because their relationship kind of just faded into existence. It just happened. After about a year of being out of the simulation they just were dating. There wasn’t any big confession, or giant heartfelt talk, it kind of just happened.

The moment Hajime realized he liked Nagito, though, was big for Hajime. He was talking to Fuyuhiko and the topic slowly shifted to Nagito.

“You guys are pretty close now, huh?”

“Yeah,” Hajime nodded. “Something’s bothering me though.”

Fuyuhiko raised his eyebrow. “What?”

“I don’t know,” Hajime sighed. “Well, it’s just…” He stopped a moment to collect his thoughts. “I don’t like how close he is to you.”

Fuyuhiko did not respond.

“It’s just he told me about his memories in the simulation and from school, about how you guys were always really good friends and how you guys talk so much and-”

“Are you jealous that he’s better friends with me?” Fuyuhiko snorted. “That’s dumb.”

“No, because it’s not just you,” Hajime sighed. Fuyuhiko stopped laughing and adopted an unreadable expression. Hajime wasn’t sure what he was thinking. “I don’t like how close he is to Nevermind, or Koizumi, or even Saionji. It’s just whenever he’s talking to someone I don’t want him to be…”

Then it clicked in Hajime’s mind. He didn’t want Nagito to be paying any attention to them because he wanted Nagito to be paying attention to him.

He liked him.

Hajime’s face grew red and he coughed, doing his best to hide his face from Fuyuhiko.

Fuyuhiko did not let him live that down.

After they finished eating, they sat at the beach together talking until late into the night. Once the sun set they went back to Hajime’s room and slept. At the end, Hajime was very glad to take this day off and made a mental note to ask his peers to have more of these days in the future.

[prismed-tears]

imagine the dr surviving cast watching a mystery movie. they would be the WORST

trigger happy havoc

there's kirigiri who figures it out from the set-up (please. its chock full of cliches.) you don't know when byakuya figures it out, but he's just smirking at random close-ups and snorting snidely. (while he has a good idea, he's definitely just waving his dick around to keep up appearances too). makoto is the absolute worst. he's muttering the entire thing through, practically spoiling the entire movie as they go along.

there's asahina she makes for good audience, she's just vibing and gasping dramatically, giving the right reactions at the right moments. she's also practically strangling makoto lmao. there's hagakure, who makes bizarre and random guesses (conspiracy theorist) that happen to be right like.. twice (actual functioning clairvoyant, surprisingly). he also tries to fall asleep, but makoto is so damn loud. makoto and hagakure are a two-man class trial, them disproving and arguing both of their theories. touko's just there because it's teeeeechnically a date with her beloved white knight, but you bet your ass that she can enjoy good storytelling and plot devices. she's basically cinema sins as she mutters "huh. narration. cheap tactic." kirigiri is silently nodding along, and eventually, they're both discussing the cliches and the utter bullshit in it, lmao. touko doesn't quite figure out the mystery, but she's pointing out plot holes as they go.

makoto eavesdrops and uses it as truth bullets in the makeshift class trial. eventually byakuya joins in, by the halfway point, they're all drowning out the movie completely. asahina's just bummed out and wondering how did they think this was a good idea. kirigiri hasn't officially joined, but she's basically dropping hints to makoto as they go along. touko does the same thing to byakuya. hagakure cries out that it's unfair, he doesn't have a sidekick. kirigiri tries to pry out touko's knowledge of cliches, touko cries out that kirigiri's a traitor for betraying her trust by using their earlier discussion, etc etc.

by the end, asahina's just happy that the characters got what they deserve. kirigiri's right, of course, but hagakure predicts an unforeseen plot twist that's just bad writing in the movie, touko is practically ranting how the fuck did that happen, there were so many plot holes for the twist to happen, but he's right nonetheless. makoto gets it wrong, actual investigation skills doesnt work in a movie, he keeps attempting the movie to apply real life logic. and as for byakuya? he's just smirking and laughing all the way through. is he correct? is he just waving his dick around? that's the real mystery.

goodbye despair

(technically they're all surviving, but i'm just counting the awakened ones at the end of the game, because... that's a lot of people lmao.)

(+ nagito and chiaki because we need actual detectives in here, and they're barely detectives as it is.)

let's start this off with— chiaki is asleep. she's down for the count. hajime keeps trying to wake her up but she's out. that leaves nagito and hajime. hajime is just eyeing/glaring at nagito, nagito knows, he's just 💞😄🖐🍿 as for the actual mystery, hajime actually knows how to keep his mouth shut... for the most part. he's muttering out half-formed syllables at random times, or shaking his head. sometimes, nagito asks him to elaborate, and hajime reluctantly does. when nagito isn't doing that, he's watching the movie, going "huh? but..." which makes hajime go crazy. elaborate. what do you mean. but WHAT. sometimes nagito laughs at random times and hajime's practically boring his eyes into nagito's skull, wondering what the fuck he's thinking. chiaki wakes up at random times, points out random things, hajime's shaking her, what does she mean he didn't quite catch it, but she's already gone. hajime obsesses over the slurred syllable that he heard.

and then there's kazuichi, who... isn't quite following? that's the detective dude, right? what do you mean that it's a common trope in movies? that doesn't make sense, he's working for the police, why is he trying to get arrested— and there's akane, who's just cackling at the dead bodies and hollering at the crime scenes as she wolfs down her popcorn. why aren't you freaked out, fuyuhiko asks. you aren't acting like this in the game, fuyuhiko says. of course akane knows how to differentiate fiction from reality. fuyuhiko understands the sentiment, both of them go apeshit at the crime scenes, fuyuhiko wants the detective to lose because he doesn't like the police much, mafia and all. meanwhile, there's sonia, who already watched 70 other movies with practically the exact same plotline, but she's basically freaking out at every turn. she's ooohing and aaaahing at every plot twist and kazuichi is like. oh PLEASE, he already saw that coming. he stretches his arms very unsubtly, sonia primly stands up and moves ten seats away. you're right, miss sonia, this is a better spot. kazuichi says, appearing out of nowhere. sonia moves away. this is a vicious cycle.

she finds her way eventually to hajime, who's five seconds away from an aneurysm. he's trying to pick the brains of two people while trying to figure out the plot of the movie. nagito looks very strangely pleased. sonia is unfazed, randomly saying that "oh, you know x is actually stole x, right? but that's only one facet of the grand plan, which is currently in motion." hajime's about to cry. thank fuck. an actual conversational partner. they calmly swap theories, kazuichi desperately trying to join in the conversation but he really isn't keeping up. fuyuhiko barges in, basically going what the fuck are you all on, are you saying that this movie is gonna have a happy ending? hell no, it doesn't work like that, fuyuhiko should know. this is what would actually happen—

it's an actual class trial now, akane dropping in and all. she asks for clarifications every once in a while, but she doesn't really care. kazuichi is practically kissing her feet. nagito has gone 💞😄🖐🍿🧏🏼‍♂️👀💞 at this point. fuyuhiko is very much concerned. hajime doesn't see jack shit. what does hajime see, you ask? hajime sees that nagito isn't opening his mouth to share his thoughts. hajime asks him properly. nagito answers with his own question. hajime is about to pop a vein. why does he even bother. sonia calmly says that y is dying. chiaki wakes up. red bracelet. passes out again. hajime shakes her shoulders to no avail. hajime hinata is about to cry. kazuichi, out of all people, tries to calm him down. this makes him feel worse.

sonia is practically a clairvoyant as she predicts what's going to happen 5 seconds before it does. nagito goes 💞😄🖐🍿🧏🏼‍♂️👀💞 😄🖐🍿🧏🏼‍♂️👀💞 does nobody else see this, fuyuhiko says. i do, kazuichi says. they are both unable to do anything. for the very first time in a long while, hajime is blindsided in this mystery, and sonia was about to figure it out before he did. his mind is working on 5x speed now. he knows he shouldnt be competitive. its just a movie. he cant help himself. he find a red bracelet on the assistant detective. sonia doesn't say anything about it. hajime is now unlocking 50% of his brain (not literally. no kamukura in this post lmao, im not gonna put my hands in THAT).

final fight scene as the assistant tries to escape. fuyuhiko is on the top of his lungs, pointing out the many different ways he could knock out the detective. akane's joining with him. kazuichi's just joining in the fun at this point. the mystery gets solved. hajime fucking called it. sonia is genuinely caught off-guard, she was too used to movie tropes, but it's a pleasant surprise. fuyuhiko's just pissed that the detective won. "i didn't see that coming :)!" nagito says. what the fuck are you talking about, hajime says, and all traces of victory are gone. nagito says that he isn't a fan of the mystery genre. hajime's eye is twitching. he knows, deep down, nagito is truthful, but also, why does it feel like bullshit. i called it too miss sonia, kazuichi says. everyone knows that he's lying. sonia suddenly lost the ability to hear. chiaki wakes up. summarizes the case. how the fuck do you know that, you were out cold, hajime says. i was spoiled by a redditor, chiaki says as she blinks the sleep out of her eyes. hajime doesn't feel victorious at all. kazuichi, once again, sympathizes. right before hajime can storm off altogether, fuyuhiko joins in the pity pile, and hajime actually finds the hope to live again. what a hopeful sight, nagito says. no hope here, hajime realizes, just despair. akane is sitting beside 5 empty tubs of popcorn. hajime is half-tempted to shove his head in one.

(sidenote: nagito can probably solve the mystery if he tried but he really doesnt care that much + it was fun to rile hajime up lmao)

[theshslgambler]

Sdr2 boys’ s/o commits suicide to save them

Specifics: Chapter four.

Trigger warnings: suicide, angst, feels.

~

Hinata Hajime

He was the one who found your body first.

It was in your room, the second crummy room in the grape house.

You were lying in bed with the sheets over your face.

Hinata smiles at you, thinking you were asleep.

He removes the bed covers and continues to smile.

But it turns into a frown when he sees how deathly pale you are.

Your eyes were closed.

It almost was like you were dead.

That couldn’t be the case.

His paranoia was acting up so he checks your pulse.

…

His heart stops when he didn’t feel anything.

He ran out of the room, yelling for help, crying.

No!

It couldn’t be!

How did you die?!

It wasn’t a murder, thank Atua.

But he broke down in the trial when he realized the point of your death.

It was to save all of them.

Komaeda was actually acting like himself this time, praising you for sacrificing yourself for hope.

Hinata really wanted to strangle that guy.

~

Komaeda Nagito

…

…

…

He laughs.

He laughs hysterically, a hand tangled in his hair, pulling it.

It was going to happen sooner or later!

You were going to die eventually by his hand!

…This was all his fault…

He warned you not to get close to him…

His luck takes away everyone he loves and/or cares about…

He continues to laugh until someone roughly shoved him aside and snapped at him.

“Shut up! Your boy/girlfriend just died and all you’re doing is laughing?!” Hinata says, pissed.

Komaeda looks at him sharply.

“A lowly reserve course student like you has no right to lecture me.”

He looks at your corpse and his eyes soften.

He plants a kiss on your lips making Hinata wrinkle his nose.

“I’m happy you’ve sacrificed yourself for hope, (l/n)-san/kun. But now you’ve left me all alone…” He whispers to you, the shadows hiding his eyes.

“I love you…”

~

Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko

He grits his teeth and slams his hands on his podium making everyone look at him.

“Damn it! She/he didn’t have to do that!”

“Kuzuryu-kun, you know her/him better than any of us. You know how he/she is.” Nanami says softly.

“He/she cares a lot about us to the point she/he would do this.” She continued.

Komaeda opens his mouth and Hinata glares at him.

“That’s not the actual story, Nanami-san. (L/n)-san/kun killed himself/herself out of guilt.”

Kuzuryu sighs. “…I’m not in the mood to hear your bullshit, Komaeda.”

Komaeda narrows his eyes. “… Anyways–”

“No ‘anyways’, Komaeda. This class trial is over. Monokuma, let’s vote.” Hinata looks at said bear.

Said bear laughs.

“Upupupu~ Everyone has the right to the freedom of speech–”

“This isn’t America.” Sonia states.

Monokuma sulks.

“Okay…Voting time it is…” He says dejectedly.

~

Tanaka Gundham

He was too late.

It should’ve been him who was going to sacrifice themselves for everyone else.

He wanted you to survive this game!

… What is his reason for living now that his Dark Queen has gone over to the other side of the veil?

~

Soda Kazuichi

He denies it until he actually sees your corpse.

He collapses to his knees and tears started falling.

“Wh-What…N-No, (l/n) can’t be d-dead!” He runs to your corpse, clutching your shoulders, falling a few times on the way.

He desperately shakes them.

“(l/n) pl-please w-wake up!”

~

Nidai Mechamaru

He grits his teeth and punches the wall.

It should have been him!

He’s technically already dead!

So, why?!

You…You didn’t have to die!

He could see it in your eyes–

You’re a survivor!

~

Hanamura Teruteru

He collapses to his knees and cries.

His crying sprites are so heartbreaking

He just cries.

He’s alone now…

He doesn’t know what happened to Ma,

You’re dead…

He has no one now…

Hanamura cries all the way until the class trial.

He stands through it with teary eyes and a pout.

~

I’m going to cram Twogami’s here. Twogami would lose his composure and would silently mourn you– not moving from the crime scene. He eventually gets back into character and pretends nothing is wrong. The real Togami would brush off your death and continue on.

I was inactive due to the rps I’m in–

~ Mod Celeste

[sunshinetrappedinourhearts]

Ocean waves - Komahina

Hi. I fell into Danganronpa hell?heaven?idkman because of some certain people and now I’m Komahina trash.  So I wrote this thingy, and it’s the first part of a short series I’m planning. It’s set after the hope arc anime, so obviously it contains spoilers up to that point. Hope you enjoy~ Title: Ocean waves Fandom: Danganronpa Pairing: Hajime/Nagito Word count: 2246 AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10104953 Summary:  "Nagito wanted to do many things at that point – he wanted to embrace him, to push him away, to kiss him, to strangle him, to touch his face and to yell at him. But he couldn’t do all of those things, and he felt his expression forcing into a smile, when he realized there was an opening in Hajime’s words. Through which he could escape." In which two different worldviews are starting to conflict in Nagito's mind, and he wants to hold on as much as he wants to let go. Hajime doesn't make it much easier.

It was a warm summer evening. A soft breeze was quietly blowing through the tops of the palm trees, causing the leaves to make comforting rustling sounds. The sky was very clear tonight; many stars were visible and Nagito found himself lying on the soft sand, enchanted by them. He knew he was very lucky to be able to just look at them in such a carefree way, free from trouble, free from despair. The stars were always a curious mix between both hope and despair if you asked him – they were so beautiful they would make your eyes sparkle in wonder, but at the same time they made you realize just how small and insignificant your existence was in this big wide world. Nagito didn’t mind that though – the realization that they were here on this island, far away from the world which they had thrown into despair years earlier – it made him calm down. They didn’t have the right to see and experience what the new world had become after they’d destroyed it themselves. So here they were, forever not knowing how beautifully hopeful the world would be. But that was alright, because not knowing the hope of the new world was the best way to atone for their sins. Especially for him, the hope obsessed boy, unable to lay eyes upon the sight of the one thing he had been waiting for: the hope born from destroying the ultimate despair that he had been part of. Yes, it was a very fitting punishment for someone like him.

Instead, he was now living his life on this island, a life that had been cured from the terrible disease he had been suffering from. By a wonderful man, that was now walking towards him – Nagito could tell from the sound of his footsteps. It was sometimes a little difficult to be with him. His appearance was the one thing that kept him healthy and alive, and obviously he did not deserve such a thing. But… the man was still Hinata Hajime, who was the first person Nagito had ever wanted to call a friend. Even when he didn’t deserve it. Even when he was unworthy. He made him weak and lazy, no longer wanting to remind himself that he was just a stepladder.

‘You’re already here,’ Hajime stated, while sitting down next to him.

Immediately, Nagito pushed himself up in a sitting position. ‘Of course I am, someone like me should arrive first so the other person doesn’t have to wait for me.’

Hajime just stared at him for a while with a bored expression hidden in his deep heterochromia red and green eyes. It made Nagito slightly nervous, so he let out a small uncomfortable laugh. Hajime’s eyes were always so deep, so hypnotizing in a way that made an insignificant being like him unable to look away.

‘So, you wanted to see me? I’m very happy with that, Hinata-kun, but it is quite unusual for you to ask something like that.’

‘Well, yeah,’ Hajime said. He was no longer staring at Nagito with his intense eyes, but was watching the waves going back and forth between the beach and the ocean. ‘I wanted to talk to you about something.’

‘What’s that? So unusual.’

Irritated, Hajime’s eyes turned to face him with a sidelong glance. ‘Just want to make sure you’re doing alright,’ he said finally. ‘Supposedly, you have been cured by my powers, but after some months spending on the island here, I want to know how you’re doing. It’s kinda… You’re falling back in your old habits. And you’re not really the type to start a conversation about something like this, so yeah.’ He awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

Nagito couldn’t help but let out a laugh, trying to hide the fact that the ‘old habits�� part of Hajime’s words made him uncomfortable. Because the other boy had it wrong – it was exactly the opposite. ‘Of course not, Hinata-kun. I should just keep my own problems to myself, no need to trouble you with that. Besides, I-’

He couldn’t finish his sentence, because faster than Nagito had been able to register the movement, Hajime had grabbed his shoulders forcefully and locked their eyes together.

Nagito blinked at the sudden closeness, unsure what to do with the conflicting feelings inside of him, wanting to run away and never let Hajime go at the same time.

‘Hinata…kun?’ he spoke when the other boy seemed to have no intention of speaking.

As if awakening from his frozen state, Hajime then carefully let go of him with a sigh.

‘I want you to tell me when you’re having problems,’ he said, not facing him. ‘I don’t want you to face them alone. We’re stuck here on this island together for the rest of our lives after all.’

Nagito wanted to do many things at that point – he wanted to embrace him, to push him away, to kiss him, to strangle him, to touch his face and to yell at him. But he couldn’t do all of those things, and he felt his expression forcing into a smile, when he realized there was an opening in Hajime’s words. Through which he could escape.

‘Well, we’re not the only ones here. Do you intend to shoulder everyone’s problems? You’re spending too much time with the likes of us. You are no real remnant of despair and you know it. You don’t deserve this punishment at all. Why don’t you go back to see the world?’

Hajime said nothing and the silence was suffocating.

‘You didn’t even need to save us, you know. Of course a lowly being like me was happy with his life being saved, but it was ridiculous that you did it. We don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve this.’

Huh? What was this? He was rambling. He, Komaeda Nagito, was rambling. Which was something he never really did. Unless it was about hope. But this was not about hope at all. This was about his stupid sorrowful self that didn’t need any attention at all.

‘We’ve talked about this,’ Hajime said, still watching the waves go back, forth, back, and forth.

‘Naegi gave us all a second chance because he believed in us, and he was right. Enoshima was the one who threw you all in despair, before that there was only hope inside of all of you.’

‘Them, maybe,’ Nagito felt himself smile. Absently, he stared at his mechanical hand, that was once the hand of the one and only Enoshima Junko. It was disgusting. ‘But not me. I don’t deserve any of this.’

‘I’m staying here because I want to be with you guys. And I want to be with you.’

‘That’s because I will die if you leave me. Going through the effort of saving me would have been worthless then.’

‘I wouldn’t leave even if you wouldn’t die.’

Nagito laughed. His head was throbbing and it was hard not to get lost in the words the other boy was telling him. It was ridiculous. Because he wasn’t shooting words at him, like he did during the class trials in the past, no, instead he was very carefully, softly talking to him in a comforting voice.

‘Komaeda… no, Nagito… I want you to let go of your self-loathing. Didn’t you chose to believe in creating our own future? What happened to that? You need to let go of seeing the world through your good luck and bad luck cycle. If you don’t… you cannot create your own future. You’ll be no more than a prisoner.’

Hajime was close, ridiculously close, almost whispering those words in his ear and Nagito had honestly already lost track the moment Hajime had decided to call him by his first name.

‘I… don’t know how to do that,’ he breathed, staring very hard at the ocean waves. ‘I’m too insignificant to look at the world like that, see?’

He could hear Hajime sighing in an irritated way, and despite the conversation and atmosphere, Nagito found himself smiling slightly at that – Hajime was so impatient. It was cute.

‘Well, then you just have to learn it,’ he said.

Suddenly, he pushed himself up until he was standing. Nagito was watching him. Behind Hajime, the ocean waves pushed and pulled. Then, the other boy started walking and Nagito couldn’t stop his voice from reaching out to him.

‘Ah, you just came to tell me that?’ He sounded hopeful. It was ridiculous. He was so weak. He had no right to stand beside him, not even the right to reach out. They were miles apart in significance. Wait, no… he was still Hinata Hajime right, the reverse course student? He was much more Hinata Hajime then he was Kamukura Izuru. They were kind of the same, right, Hajime and him? His head hurt… It hurt so much… He wanted to fight, but it was also very tempting to just give in…

‘No, I forgot something,’ Hajime then said dryly and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of him on his knees. Something was touching Nagito’s cheek and he was scared but still looked to find what he had been afraid of – Hajime was lightly touching his face and Nagito’s heart was stupid and weak because it was starting to beat faster…

Carefully, he allowed himself to look at Hajime’s face. He was biting his lip awkwardly, a slight blush lighting his cheeks, his eyes anywhere but on Nagito’s. And his heart jumped because it was so cute, but he really had to push him away now, laugh this off and say something about being unworthy and Hajime acting strange or… something…

Then it was too late, because Hajime’s eyes met his all of a sudden, and Nagito was losing himself because they were so deep, so beautiful.

Hajime kissed him.

First quickly and light, like the brush of a feather, then once again, still soft but more determined. His hands caressed Nagito’s face and oh god, he didn’t deserve this, he didn’t deserve this… But Hajime pushed a little – he was impatient, always impatient… and suddenly Nagito couldn’t control his hands anymore and he had no idea how they ended up in the other boy’s hair, tugging a little, causing Hajime to let out an interesting sound that Nagito probably wouldn’t forget for the rest of his life. Then, the tiny bit that was left of his mind vanished completely when Hajime bit his lip in order to deepen the kiss. His soft, strong hands were everywhere, stroking his hair, caressing his cheeks, tugging at the hem of his shirt… Absently, in the back of his lost mind Nagito registered that Hajime smelled like the home he had always wanted.

They were drowning, drowning, nothing in this whole wide world but them. There was no hope, no despair, just the two of them and it was maybe the first time in his whole life that Nagito felt consciously safe and at ease. It was messy, it was experienced, it was perfect. He was perfect.

It was over way too soon, however, when Hajime broke their kiss and Nagito just wanted to pull him back and cling to him for his dear life. Was this… the absolute hope he had always been looking for?

He only realized he was reaching out for Hajime when the boy took his hand and squeezed it gently before pushing him back. Their eyes met once again, and oh, he was so beautiful. The blush teasing his cheeks slightly, the way he nervously scratched his head but still had those deep, mysterious eyes that seemed to hide a determination that Hajime could always eventually grasp. He managed that now, too, smiling softly at Nagito before speaking his words.

‘Nagito, I want to stay with you because I fell in love with you. And I… want you to carefully think about what those words mean. Because I don’t want to take advantage of you. And I don’t want to hurt you or think you need to devote yourself to me. I want you to start loving yourself a little more first… before you say anything about this confession.’

His head was spinning, couldn’t think, and couldn’t feel. The one thing he wanted was to say he was mistaken and could not fall in love with someone as insignificant as he was. That he didn’t deserve love. But that was just the normal thing that he would say, and he was definitely thinking all of that. And that was alright, that was safe, Nagito understood himself like that. But… Hajime’s lips had been so soft, his touch so delicate, while his hands were so strong… His deep, deep eyes so serious, so… full of serenity. And a small part of Nagito, wanted all of it for himself. Nothing in the world had ever scared him more than that selfish feeling.

It was ridiculous – Nagito didn’t know he was even still capable of feeling fear. It was so ridiculous, that he couldn’t help but letting his face fall in his hands. An idiotic laughter took over his body and he shivered as he laughed, while salty tears wetted the palms of his hands.

Soft footsteps walked away slowly after some time, and Nagito was left alone on that beach, accompanied only by the ocean waves moving back and forth, pushing and pulling.

[graveyard-society]

oh right here have my first dr fanart along with dialogue i pulled straight from the game

[sunshinetrappedinourhearts]

Ocean waves Ch. 2: Grey void -Komahina

I decided to turn the series I was planning into a short multi-chaptered fic. :) This is the 2nd chapter - it will have 3 or maybe 4 chapters in total! You’ll need to read the first chapter in order to understand this: you can find it here

Title: Grey void (Ocean waves chapter 2) Fandom: Danganronpa Pairing: Hajime/Nagito Word count: 2907 AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10104953/chapters/22799453 AO3 link first chapter: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10104953/chapters/22507142 Summary (full story):  “Nagito wanted to do many things at that point – he wanted to embrace him, to push him away, to kiss him, to strangle him, to touch his face and to yell at him. But he couldn’t do all of those things, and he felt his expression forcing into a smile, when he realized there was an opening in Hajime’s words. Through which he could escape.” In which two different worldviews are starting to conflict in Nagito’s mind, and he wants to hold on as much as he wants to let go. Hajime doesn’t make it much easier.

The very last thing Nagito remembered before waking up, heart beating loud and face beaded with perspiration, were strong, familiar hands slipping through his fingers and falling forever, far from where he could reach. Immediately he forced himself in a sitting position and his eyes travelled through his cottage room nervously, searching for something he couldn’t find nor define. Uneasiness sticking to him like a second skin, he looked at his hands absently – they were trembling. He was scared. When was the last time he had been scared? Flashes of broken memories raced through his mind – airplanes, screaming people, blood everywhere, his own tears – and they were gone again, after forcing himself to blink them away. The feeling lingered, however, and again his gaze was drawn towards his own hands. Too weak to hold onto the one that had been falling from his dream. Too weak to let go of him.                 Shivering, Nagito stepped out of his bed, his feet touching the wooden floor that lightly creaked under his weight. He tiptoed towards the window, as if the ground would collapse beneath him if he’d make too much noise. It was horrible – he almost couldn’t remember the time when he had felt this uneasy, this awful. He had long gotten used to fearful things, fear was merely something that made him feel numb and empty.                

 Outside, the stars were visible in the fine night sky, just like that time when Hajime told him those words he couldn’t accept, leading to the actions he wanted to forget. He wished they would vanish just like the stars when the sun rose - but it was simply impossible. Just like those small lightbulbs in the sky, the memories would show themselves again as soon as night fell. It had been 10 days now, and for 10 nights already he had been unable to sleep well.                 

Sighing, Nagito closed the curtains – he had once again forgotten to do that before he went to sleep. Maybe it would be a good idea to take a short walk before going back to lying in bed sleeplessly. What would ordinary people call it – clearing their head? It made Nagito laugh scornfully. Of course, he had always believed he was a lowly being, far below the ultimate talents, but he knew perfectly well that he was a little different from ordinary people as well, due to his absurd relationship with luck. Nagito was not someone who needed to ‘clear his head’, simply because he had learned to live with his thoughts. But now they were strange, and he couldn’t understand them. That’s why he opened the door and slipped outside to clear his head.                 

The air smelled fresh and Nagito welcomed it by inhaling deeply. When he opened his eyes, he could see the other cottages lined up around him – there was nobody outside, of course not, for it was nighttime and most people did not wander during the night. He felt his gaze being drawn towards a certain place – where he knew a certain person would be, curled up in his bed, fast asleep. Nagito did not want to think of the deepness in his eyes, the sound of his voice, both the coldness and warmth of the words he had spoken to him on that evening. He did not want to think of his smell – a soft mix between the masculine deodorant he used and that one, comforting, typical scent that Nagito once described as home… Sweet, yet fresh, warm, yet cool. Nagito did not want to think of his hands – rough yet gentle, caressing his face, stroking his messy hair, tracing his jaw line towards the nape of his neck… Frustrated, he let out a quiet growl, trying to force the memories out by quickly pounding away, far from the cottages. The thoughts chased after him however, and he increased his pace, his vision blurry with fragments of imaginations.                 He had no idea where he was running. The air around him brushed past him with cool blows against his heated skin. The sensation seemed to calm him down and soon, he had outrun the memories. Just in time. Because he tripped and collapsed. As the world tumbled and turned around him, he laughed because he didn’t really know how to cry. Somehow, he wanted to crash into the ground violently, so he would actually feel something different than those absurd sensations running through his body. But of course, he didn’t. He was the – former – ultimate lucky student after all. So he only felt the sand tickling his skin softly as he collided with the earth. Apparently his feet had carried him all the way to the beach. That damn beach. Where it had all happened.                 

Hajime hadn’t spoken a word to him ever since, acting like nothing had ever happened and even worse. He probably deserved it, and normally, he would feel good about getting something he deserved. Yet… he was feeling awful. He was a mess. And it was Hajime’s fault. Absently, Nagito rolled over so he was lying on his back, hands covering his eyes. There was nothing in this world he wanted to see – only darkness. I want to stay with you because I fell in love with you…Ah, there they were. The words. Without expression, but heavy with meaning. Nagito remembered the way his voice had been trembling slightly, but was still clear, determined, but soft. The expressionless look on his face, but still the depths in his eyes that were shaking. Nagito was intrigued by Hajime, so of course he was good at observing him. That’s the reason why he could see all those things. He knew perfectly well that Hajime wasn’t lying. And he wasn’t the type to lie about something like this anyway.                

But Nagito didn’t deserve his love. Didn’t want it. Couldn’t accept it. He was worthless, filthy, stupid, hateful, disgusting. He couldn’t accept Hajime devoting himself to him, touching him so softly like he was something precious that needed to be protected. He wasn’t precious. He was disgusting and needed to be hurt and thrown away. No love. Please no love…                 

Hands touching his face, tracing invisible lines on his cheeks softly with strong yet gentle fingers, caressing and stroking, traveling slowly towards his neck… where he was sensitive apparently because it made him shiver and want to cry and…He was disgusting. Hajime slowly moving closer, and closer, until he was so close Nagito could feel his breath, that was both making him nervous and comfortable at the same time. His beautiful, beautiful eyes, filled with something Nagito was too scared of to comprehend. Still moving closer… Until their breaths became one and the same. The memories were vivid and colorful, making Nagito’s body sensitive and hungry to relive them more than ever – He was absolutely disgusting.He only realized he was crying when the tears reached his lips and he could taste salt. He was pathetic.Hajime’s eyes were drowning him in his memories when his hands traveled downwards to touch the hem of his pants. As he closed his eyes he recalled the scent of his closeness… the scent he wanted to call home more than anything in the world. His fingers reached underneath, touching the obvious bulb in his boxers softly with his thumb, shooting sensations through his whole body in the process and – NO. NO NO NO NO he couldn’t!                

Flashes again. Terrible flashes. Of despair, of death, of a woman he despised more than anything. Of the world tumbling and falling, turning to ashes and dust. By his own hands. He didn’t deserve anything, he needed to atone and to think about these memories day and night, to swim in his own miseries. He couldn’t let go of them.                 

A burning pain simmered through the skin of his lower abdomen, and it got stronger and stronger as if eating his flesh away. It shook him awake from the trance-like state with a scream he could only later identify as his own.                

When the dark spots dancing in front of his vision vanished into nothingness, he watched his hands in horror. They were covered with blood stains, and so was the skin just above the hem of his pants. Angry scratches covered his skin and Nagito could do nothing but submit to the tendency to let his head fall into his hands. A familiar sensation was bubbling in his stomach and he shuddered violently. For a while, there was nothing, until finally, maniac laughter filled the air.                 

He could feel nails digging into his cheeks that had once been caressed so softly by the man he desired more than anything – and it was wonderful. If nobody would hurt him like he deserved, he would do it himself. For he couldn’t receive love. Love meant being close. Being close meant losing that certain person to the luck cycle he was cursed with. He couldn’t be selfish. It had been a huge mistake to get this attached to Hajime. And well, if he really cared so much for him, the disgusting garbage that he was, then he needed to stop himself right now. So Nagito laughed as he put more pressure in his fingertips, cried as he could finally feel blood dripping down, mingling with the tears in an ugly, filthy mess. He could only hope – hold onto that one thing that he was obsessed with – that this would be enough to stop him, to stop that part of himself that wanted so desperately to be selfish.                 

But bad luck – or good luck? Nagito couldn’t understand anymore at that point, everything was a grey mess – chose to be on his side today. Two strong, but notably small hands closed around his writs, and forcefully pulled them away from his face.                 

When he looked up to face the unavoidable confrontation that was waiting for him, he met golden eyes burning with angry flames. Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu squeezed his wrists forcefully – apparently he wasn’t about to let go of him anytime soon. Then he spoke. And Nagito braced himself because he expected shouting, but Fuyuhiko’s voice was surprisingly calm.

‘I have no idea what the fuck you’re doing, but it’s pointless and disgusting. I can’t stand to watch. Stop it.’

Nagito laughed, because his luck was just both so terrible and so amazing and he couldn’t identify anymore when the good was happening and when the bad. They just mixed and created this big grey void Nagito couldn’t understand. But yes, disgusting, he was definitely disgusting. Good. Very good. Fuyuhiko pulled his arms and it hurt a little. 

‘Stop it,’ he hissed. ‘You’re coming with me and you’re not leaving until I got you patched up. You look terrible. And you’re gonna tell me what happened in return whether you like it or not.’

Okay, that was bad. Yet he deserved this, maybe? Which meant it was good? He didn’t know and it made Nagito laugh some more, but no sound would come from his lips. He was tired and everything burned – he just wanted to sleep and never wake up.                

Fuyuhiko dragged him all the way back to the cottages, and didn’t let go of him until opening the door to his own and pushing Nagito down to sit on his bed. Through it all happening, there was nothing. Nothing he could feel, nothing he could think of, he felt numb. 

‘Don’t move,’ Fuyuhiko ordered before disappearing in the bathroom.

Nagito didn’t move. His face hurt, his stomach did, too. Absently he raised his hands – they were still covered with red stains and Nagito felt a little nauseous. There was no way to explain this to Fuyuhiko… would he need to tell him everything? Wait – since when did he even start caring about things like these? Didn’t he always just, do whatever and didn’t really care about what people thought of him? He could easily just lie to Fuyuhiko, right? And it wouldn’t matter even when he obviously didn’t believe him? Or he could just tell him the truth and not care about his judgment either. An exhausted sigh escaped his lips before Nagito could stop it, and he rubbed his temples absently.                 

Fuyuhiko returned with a first aid kit under his arm, and a wet towel he threw towards him. It landed perfectly on Nagito’s lap and he stared at it for a while, blinking.

‘Just get most of the blood off yourself,’ Fuyuhiko said while fumbling with opening the kit. ‘I’m gonna disinfect it and put some bandages on you.’

‘There’s no need-’ Nagito started. His voice sounded creaked, and his throat hurt. 

‘Shut up,’ Fuyuhiko cut him off. ‘There’s a lot of need. Hurry up. You’re a man right? If you’re stupid enough to hurt yourself then face the consequences.’

Somehow, that made Nagito smile a little. He picked up the towel and started dabbing and wiping the bloodstains. It wasn’t that bad, but it still hurt. Well, it had definitely distracted his feelings, but it was just plain stupid. It didn’t solve any of his problems. Hajime was still there, his words had still happened, and Nagito still had to deal with it somehow.

‘Okay, that’s enough. Let me disinfect it now,’ Fuyuhiko said. 

‘You know a lot about treating wounds,’ Nagito commented. ‘That’s surprising, I thought yakuza – hnghhh!’

His sentence was cut off by the stinging of alcohol mixing in his wounds and he had to bite his lower lip in order not to cry out.

‘Being top yakuza doesn’t mean we have people running around to treat our wounds all the time,’ Fuyuhiko said. ‘You got to take care of yourself or you won’t make it in the world. Well then, you owe me an explanation.’

Nagito chuckled a little, but it turned into a hiss when Fuyuhiko started disinfecting the scratches on his face. When the other boy was done, Nagito felt his shoulders relax and he let out a sigh. 

‘I guess I do owe you one. But you probably won’t believe me.’ From the corners of his eyes, he watched Fuyuhiko carefully for a reaction, but there was nothing. He just kept messing through the first aid kit, trying to find the right bandages. Nagito closed his eyes for a little while, and immediately he imagined Hajime’s face – the smooth, masculine features, the deepness in his one red and green eyes… 

‘Ten days ago,’ Nagito said. ‘Hinata-kun told me he fell in love with me.’

Something clattered into the ground and Nagito turned to find out Fuyuhiko had dropped the scissors he was trying to cut the bandages with. The blonde boy blinked, then let out a cough and picked up the scissors again. 

‘He… confessed to you?’

‘I guess he did,’ Nagito said. ‘But I can’t accept it.’ He could already feel the small flame igniting within him, growing and growing until it would finally burst. ‘I’m unworthy of his love and nothing good will come from me being around him. But he wouldn’t accept such an answer. He is stupid and stubborn and obviously doesn’t understand what he is saying.’

There were more words he wanted to say, but they were stopped by an intense pain colliding with his jaw. Nagito almost fell due to the impact and had to stabilize himself as he grabbed his jaw and met Fuyuhiko’s angry gaze. The boy lowered his fist, but never broke eye contact.

‘That is not for you to decide. You are running away like a coward. You gotta face his confession like a man. If you don’t, you’re better off dying somewhere in a ditch.’

Nagito laughed. ‘I’m better off dying in a ditch, anyways.’

He was grabbed by his collar then, those golden eyes burning into his own. ‘You’re making things way too complicated with your idiotic thinking. Be honest with yourself,’ Fuyuhiko growled, and then he let go of him and started applying bandages.

His words echoed in Nagito’s mind. Honest? But, he didn’t know. Nagito knew perfectly well that he was weak garbage and that’s why he wanted to grab Hajime’s love and stain him with his horrible luck cycle. But, the truth was that he needed to be strong and push Hajime away before he could be put in danger. Right? 

‘You gotta use your head. And your heart. Both of them. And then act upon it,’ Fuyuhiko said. ‘But don’t you look down on Hinata. Don’t forget who he is.’ He applied the last small bandage and then put out his fist towards Nagito.

‘We’re even now. Make sure to follow my advice. And don’t do something stupid like that again.’

Nagito understood and softly pushed his own fist against Fuyuhiko’s. When he looked up to meet his gaze, Fuyuhiko was grinning a little bit.Nagito’s head was spinning. Everything was still grey, but his mind was getting a little less hazy. 

‘Thank you,’ Nagito said and he got up. He was craving sleep more than anything.

‘I’ve never heard you say that before,’ Fuyuhiko said.

Nagito shrugged and waved him goodbye with an awkward smile. When he was outside, he watched the stars for a short while before returning to his own cottage. They were big and beautiful, shining like guiding lights in the endless dark sky. They never failed to calm him down. Only he just forgot to look at them properly sometimes.