#makirolls

[lvrgurlblobbu]

a glimpse of bliss

dawnbreaker!zayne x fem!reader

⤿ part of snow angel series :)

⤿ CW: ANGST & hurt

⤿ word count: 3.7k

⤿ synopsis: in which, dawnbreaker took over dr zayne’s body for a whole day and to his surprise, he is greeted by a loving family— a light at the end of a dark tunnel.

⤿ a/n: this is based on theories abt dawnbreaker being able to be in dr. zayne’s body.

ao3.

Smoke fills the air, and agonizing screams echoed through the shattered streets, a haunting melody of despair and chaos. Shadows danced on crumbling walls as fire consumed what little remained of the once-thriving city. Among the ruin, survivors stumbled blindly, their faces streaked with ash and tears, searching for loved ones or a safe corner to cling to.

Above it all, a figure emerged—cloaked in soot and blood but unyielding, Dawnbreaker Zayne stood at the edge of the carnage, their gaze fixed on the encroaching darkness. The ground trembled beneath approaching monstrosities, but Zayne did not flinch.

This was not just a battlefield; it was a reckoning. For every scream, every tear shed, Zayne vowed to fight until the dawn broke anew.

As the monstrous creature lunged toward him, its roar shook the very ground, but Zayne’s stoic and calm demeanor remained unshaken. His breath hung in the air like smoke as the temperature around him plummeted. Ice began to swirl and crystallize in his hand, condensing into jagged shards that shimmered with an ethereal glow.

In the blink of an eye, the icy shards shot forward with a piercing whine, faster than the creature could react. They tore through its hide with brutal precision, freezing its grotesque flesh mid-motion. The beast’s roar choked into a guttural growl as frost crept across its massive body, encasing it in a crystalline prison.

Zayne’s piercing gaze never wavered as he stepped forward, his boots crunching against the frost-covered ground. With a flick of his hand, the frozen creature shattered into a thousand glittering fragments, scattering like fragile stars across the battlefield.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the soft crackle of residual ice dissipating into mist. “You should’ve stayed in the shadows,” Zayne muttered, his voice low and unyielding, before turning his focus to the darkness beyond—where even greater threats awaited.

Once he made sure that there are no more threats around the streets, he decided to walk back home — he doesn’t even know if he’d call the four cornered shelter home, because being home is accompanied by the feeling of warmth, content, and comfort. But why is it that he feels the complete opposite? It’s silent, eerily so, with only the faint creak of the old wooden floorboards to remind him that the house is still standing. The cool chill of the atmosphere of his home is enough to give you a frostbite, shadows linger in every corner, their shapes twisting in ways that feel unnatural, as if the house itself is alive and watching him.

The air feels heavy as he stepped inside, his breathing erratic and he closed his eyes to calm himself down. Every time he does, a familiar female figure comes in his vision. She’s the same woman who’s been haunting— no, visiting his dreams. Seeing that woman alone brings him peace, his comfort and solace in this never ending chaos he’s forced to endure. As he opened his eyes once again, he is met my the cool and lifeless atmosphere of his apartment.

Nothing new about it.

The cold breeze of the night creeps in his apartment, it’s almost midnight and he knew for himself that he needs to rest. For he knows that another day will soon come, another chapter of his journey that demands his strength, resilience, and unwavering focus. Yet, as he sits by the dim glow of a single lamp, staring at the half-empty glass on the table, his mind refuses to quiet.

He pulls the thin blanket over himself, staring at the ceiling. His eyes grow heavy, but his thoughts remain loud. Tomorrow will come, he reminds himself, whether he’s ready or not. And with that, he surrenders to the night, letting the cold breeze lull him into restless sleep.

It hasn’t been long when his mind became awake. He didn’t have to flutter his eyes open to sense the change, but everything feels different. The once cold and empty atmosphere is now sheltered in a familiar warmth, wrapping around him like an old, forgotten embrace.

His breathing steadies as he takes in the sensation, his body no longer tense but oddly at ease. The faint scent of something nostalgic lingers in the air—soft and delicate, like a memory he can’t quite place.

Slowly, he opens his eyes, expecting to find the same dimly lit room. Instead, a soft golden glow spills across the walls, flickering gently as if from an unseen fire. The air hums faintly, carrying with it a sense of familiarity, yet he knows for certain that this is not a dream.

Especially when he took notice of a familiar female figure resting soundly on his chest. Their bare skin is hot to the touch, a stark contrast to the cold that had lingered in the room just hours ago. Her steady breathing tickles his collarbone, her body pressed against his in a way that feels both intimate and grounding.

For a moment, he is frozen, unsure if this is reality or a cruel trick of his imagination. His hand hovers over her back, hesitant, but the softness of her presence is undeniable. The faint scent of her hair—a mixture of something floral and uniquely her—fills his senses, anchoring him further in the moment.

His chest tightens, a mix of longing and unease washing over him. It’s as though the warmth carries a presence—one he cannot see but can feel as surely as the steady beat of his own heart. For a moment, he stays still, unsure whether to reach for it or let it linger, afraid that any movement might shatter the fragile peace surrounding him.

Then his thoughts were suddenly put to a stop when she began to stir in her sleep. Her hand resting on his chest, then suddenly her eyes fluttered open. When she met his gaze, it’s as if he was hit by a thousand emotions all at once—memories, long-buried feelings, and an ache he couldn’t quite define. Her gaze held a depth that threatened to unravel him, a silent connection that spoke louder than words ever could.

“Zayne?” she whispered, her voice a soft, tender pull that seemed to anchor him in the surreal moment. She stared at him with half-lidded eyes, still heavy with sleep, but there was a quiet intensity in her gaze that made his heart skip.

He couldn’t bring himself to speak. His throat felt tight, as if the world had stopped moving and all that remained was her—the way her chest rose and fell with each gentle breath, the way her hair framed her face in soft waves that shimmered in the dim light.

It’s like a dream, he thought, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. The beauty before him was beyond anything he could have imagined in his waking moments, a perfect blend of tenderness and strength. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, mesmerized by the curve of her lips, the softness in her expression, and the warmth of her touch.

Her hand gently brushed against his cheek, bringing him back to the present, her touch grounding him as if sensing the conflict in his mind. “What’s wrong? Tell me, love.”

“I—“ He couldn’t form his words clearly as if something is lodged in his throat. She looked at him with such worry and she sat up, revealing her bare body with a few red marks on her neck down her chest — a clear indication of a previous lovemaking.

“Did the nightmares came again?” She leaned closer, he just gave her a silent nod. “Okay, I’ll just get you a glass of water alright?” She leaned closer to give him a soft kiss on his cheek.

He watched her as she got out of bed, her naked form completely in display. She went to the mini couch in their bedroom to grab the robe that was placed on the armrest, and she headed towards the door then straight to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

Zayne is still trying to process the strange surrealism of the moment-the warmth of her, the way she seemed so at ease while he remained frozen in disbelief. He could hear her soft footsteps as she made her way to the kitchen, the faint sound of glass being retrieved. The calmness of the moment contrasted sharply with the storm of thoughts raging in his mind.

How was she here? How was this possible?

She returned shortly, her robe loosely tied around her waist, her hair cascading over her shoulders like a dark waterfall. She paused by the doorway, holding the glass of water in her hand, her eyes meeting his with a quiet understanding.

She sat beside him and handed him the glads of water. When Zayne met her gaze, she gave him a soft smile. The kind of smile that eases his worries away, and that moment he knew who she was. It was you.

His trembling hand slowly touched your cheek, he’a a bit hesitant to let himself believe it’s real. His eyes, wide and filled with unspoken emotions, searched yours as if afraid you might disappear like a dream. “It’s really you,” he whispered, his voice shaky, barely audible.

You leaned onto his touch and placed your hand above his, “It’s me Zayne, your wife.”

Wife. Word so foreign to his ears now, yet it stirred something deep within him—a distant longing. His breath hitched as he tried to process your words, his gaze locked onto yours as though searching for proof.

“Wife,” he repeated, the word tumbling from his lips like a question and a prayer all at once. It felt strange, almost unreal, but the way you looked at him, the way your touch grounded him—it was undeniable.

“Yes,” you said softly, your voice steady despite the emotions swirling in your chest. “Your wife. I’m here, Zayne. I’ve always been here.” You tilted your head slightly to kiss his hand and locked your gaze with his. At that moment, a thought kept bugging in his mind that maybe none of it was real. That maybe all of these were just part of his dream, continuing to haunt him as it depicts the life he never and will never have due to endless reasons.

But now, seeing you in front of him and feeling the warmth radiating from you, he wants to believe that everything around him is real. And if there’s even a possibility that all of this is temporary—that the moment he opens his eyes, you’ll no longer be by his side—he decides to cherish this moment with you, holding onto it as if it were his last.

The small sounds of knocking waked him up, he felt a bit of panic when he realized that you’re no longer beside him. He took a good look of his surroundings, the rays of the sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. For a moment, he wondered if it had all been a dream—the touch of your hand, the sound of your voice, the warmth of your presence. His chest tightened at the thought.

The knocking continued, gentle but persistent, pulling him from his thoughts. Then, the door opened slightly and a tiny head peeked through the opening.

“Daddy?” The little girl called out, her big green eyes peeking around the door. When she caught sight of Zayne sitting on the bed, her face lit up with pure joy. She threw the door open and ran toward him, her laughter filling the room like sunshine breaking through clouds.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, her voice high with excitement as she launched herself into his arms.

Zayne caught her with ease, his heart swelling as he held her close. Confusion flooded his mind but as the little girl threw herself in his arms, his heart became full.

She giggled, her tiny arms wrapping tightly around his neck. “Mama said you were still asleep! I wanted to wake you up!”

“Daddy, mama said we’re going to have our picnic today!” Hyacinth exclaimed as she looked up at Zayne. Her bright emerald eyes matching his stared at him.

Zayne blinked down at the little girl, Hyacinth, her radiant smile and cheerful demeanor making his heart ache in ways he couldn’t quite understand. He wasn’t used to this—this warmth, this simplicity. It was a stark contrast to the chaos and endless battles of his own world.

“That’s… great, sweetheart,” he said, his voice softer than he intended. He crouched to her level, gently brushing a strand of her dark hair away from her face. “What kind of snacks did you prepare?”

Hyacinth’s grin widened, her excitement bubbling over. “Mama and I made sandwiches! And cookies! Oh, and juice! We even packed a blanket!”

Zayne chuckled, the sound foreign to his own ears. He wasn’t sure how to navigate this version of life, but something about Hyacinth’s joy made him want to try. “Sounds like you’ve got everything covered.”

Hyacinth nodded vigorously, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the kitchen. “Come on, Daddy! Mama’s waiting!”

When they reached the kitchen, his gaze landed on you, standing by the counter, carefully arranging the food into a basket. The sunlight streaming through the window bathed you in a golden glow, and for a moment, he just stared, his heart tightening with an unfamiliar but comforting sense of belonging.

You looked up and smiled when you noticed him. “There you two are,” you said warmly, brushing your hands on your apron. “Everything’s almost ready. Did Hyacinth tell you about the surprise we planned?”

Zayne raised an eyebrow, glancing down at Hyacinth, who was trying (and failing) to stifle her giggles. “Surprise?”

You walked over, placing a hand on his arm. “We thought it’d be nice to spend the day together as a family. No work, no distractions. Just us.”

For a moment, Zayne felt a pang of guilt. This wasn’t truly his life. This wasn’t his family. He was merely borrowing it for a day. But as Hyacinth beamed up at him and you squeezed his arm reassuringly, he pushed those thoughts aside.

“That sounds… perfect,” he said, his voice almost cracking with sincerity.

The three of you spent the day in a nearby meadow, the picnic blanket spread under the shade of a large oak tree. Hyacinth darted around, chasing butterflies and picking flowers, while you and Zayne sat side by side, sharing stories and laughter.

At one point, Hyacinth stumbled into his lap, holding up a crown of daisies. “For you, Daddy!” she declared, placing it clumsily on his head.

Zayne froze, staring at the small crown before breaking into an unexpected laugh. “Do I look like a king now?”

“No, silly!” Hyacinth giggled, her arms wrapping around his neck. “You’re my daddy!”

Something in her words pierced through him, and for the first time, Zayne felt the weight of what he’d been missing—a life of love, simplicity, and connection.

“Daddy, watch me!” Hyacinth called, spinning in circles with her arms outstretched. Her flower-patterned dress flared as she twirled, giggling with delight.

Zayne, sitting on the picnic blanket beside you, couldn’t help but smile. “I’m watching, sweetheart,” he said, his voice softer than usual, a rare warmth sneaking into his tone.

You nudged him playfully. “You should join her,” you suggested, your eyes glinting with mischief. He raised an eyebrow at you, skeptical. “I’m not sure spinning in circles is my forte.”

“Come on, Daddy!” Hyacinth ran up to him, grabbing his hand with surprising strength for her size. “You have to dance with me!”

With a reluctant chuckle, Zayne allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. You watched with a grin as Hyacinth led him in an uncoordinated but heartfelt attempt at dancing. Zayne twirled her clumsily, and her laughter rang out like music.

“Am I doing this right?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder at you with mock helplessness. “You’re perfect,” you said, laughing.

When Hyacinth stumbled into his arms, panting from all the twirling, Zayne scooped her up effortlessly, holding her close. “Alright, little one. I think that’s enough spinning for today,” he said, his voice low but filled with affection.

Later in the afternoon, the three of you wandered down to a small lake nearby. Hyacinth insisted on feeding the ducks, and you handed her a bag of breadcrumbs.

“Just a little at a time,” you reminded her as she crouched near the water’s edge.

Zayne stood back, watching as Hyacinth giggled and tossed crumbs to the eager ducks. You stepped closer to him, slipping your arm through his.

“She adores you,” you said quietly, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“She’s… something else,” Zayne replied, his eyes fixed on Hyacinth. His voice softened as he continued, ��I didn’t know something so small could have such a big heart.”

“She gets it from you,” you said, smiling up at him. He glanced at you, his expression faltering for a moment. He wanted to tell you that this wasn’t his life, that he didn’t deserve this love and admiration. But instead, he let himself believe in your words, just for today.

As the sun set, the three of you returned home. After dinner, it was Hyacinth’s favorite part of the evening: storytime. She tugged Zayne by the hand to the couch, a stack of her favorite books in her arms.

“You read, Daddy,” she insisted, plopping down beside him and snuggling under his arm. He glanced at the books, then at you. “I don’t know if I’ll do it right.”

“You’ll be great,” you said, sitting down across from them with a contented smile.

Zayne opened the first book, his voice tentative at first but growing steadier with each page. Hyacinth hung on every word, her wide emerald eyes sparkling with wonder as he brought the characters to life in a way he hadn’t expected he could.

“Again!” she demanded when he finished the first story.

“Again?” he asked, feigning exhaustion.

You laughed. “She’s relentless, isn’t she?”

“Alright,” he said with a dramatic sigh, opening another book. “But only because you’re so convincing, sweetheart.”

After several stories and countless giggles, Hyacinth finally began to doze off. Zayne carried her to bed, her tiny arms wrapped around his neck. He laid her down gently, tucking the blankets around her small frame.

“Goodnight, Daddy,” she murmured sleepily, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and tender. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

As he stepped out of the room, he found you waiting in the hallway. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his chest.

“She’s lucky to have you,” you said softly.

For a moment, Zayne couldn’t speak. He held you close, closing his eyes as he let himself savor the moment. “No,” he finally said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m the lucky one.”

Zayne pressed a small kiss on your forehead before you led him towards your bedroom. The both of you changed into your night clothes, settling into the quiet comfort of the evening. The weight of the day, filled with laughter and warmth, lingered in the air as you climbed into bed together.

Zayne hesitated for a moment, standing by the edge of the bed. His fingers brushed the fabric of his shirt, his gaze softening as he looked at you nestled under the covers. This life—this peaceful domesticity—felt so foreign to him, yet it was everything he had never known he wanted.

“Come on,” you said gently, patting the space beside you. “You’ve had a long day, too.”

He smiled faintly, the corners of his mouth curving upward as he slid into bed beside you. The mattress dipped under his weight, and he let out a quiet exhale, feeling the warmth of your presence next to him.

You turned to face him, your hand finding his. “Today was wonderful,” you said softly, your voice filled with sincerity. “We should do this often, the three of us as a family.”

Instead of answering, he brought your hand to his lips and he kissed it. Next, he placed a soft kiss to your forehead. You smiled contentedly as you wrapped your arms around him.

You tilted your head as you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek before settling against his chest. “Goodnight, Zayne,” you murmured.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as his heart ached with both gratitude and sorrow. “Goodnight,” he whispered, his voice carrying a silent promise—to cherish this fleeting moment, no matter how temporary it might be.

And though he knew this day would end, that he’d soon return to his own world, Zayne vowed to carry these memories with him forever. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he had experienced what it meant to truly live—and to be loved.

***

His eyes fluttered open once more, he would be lying if he admitted that his chest didn’t ache when he’s greeted by this painful reality — the warmth he felt before is now replaced by the familiar sheer of coldness he grew accustomed to.

He sat up slowly, the coldness of the room biting at his skin. It was like the echoes of the day—of laughter, of shared moments—were slipping through his fingers, fading into nothingness. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to recall the softness of your touch, the sound of Hyacinth’s laughter, the way the world had seemed so full when they were near.

But all he was left with was this cold, silent emptiness. The kind of emptiness he knew all too well, the kind that haunted him when he was alone, when he didn’t have anyone to hold onto.

Zayne’s hand drifted to his chest, fingers pressing over the space where his heart seemed to be breaking. It didn’t matter that the world he had been part of wasn’t his own—that reality had never belonged to him. For the briefest moment, he had felt whole. He had felt like a father. A husband.

A man who could simply exist in the warmth of those he loved.

[skeletonnerdy]

Maki Harukawa,,

Happy Birthday Makiroll!! In all honesty, I amost forget which would have been a shame cuz I really like Maki. I was lucky enough to have started a Makiroll a while ago, so I finished her up for her birthday. I really like her face, and her bob is bobbing so well. There are things I'd make a little cleaner but I really like her.

[sixofbitch]

Photo dump :)

[dotoriii]

This Amazing Maki Roll combines fresh salmon, crisp cucumber, creamy avocado, and seasoned sushi rice rolled in nori seaweed. It's a delightful fusion of flavors and textures, perfect for sushi lovers!

Ingredients: 2 cups sushi rice. 4 nori seaweed sheets. 1/2 lb fresh sushi-grade salmon. 1/2 cucumber, julienned. 1 avocado, sliced. 1 tbsp rice vinegar. 1 tbsp sugar. 1 tsp salt. Soy sauce, for dipping. Wasabi, for serving. Pickled ginger, for serving.

Instructions: Follow the directions on the package to cook the sushi rice. Put rice vinegar, sugar, and salt in a small bowl and mix them together. Mix it into the cooked rice. Put a piece of nori on top of the bamboo sushi mat. Cover the nori with a thin layer of rice, leaving a little space at the top. Place salmon, cucumber, and avocado strips down the middle of the rice. Use the bamboo mat to roll the maki up tightly, and then use water to seal the edge. A sharp knife can be used to cut the roll into 6 to 8 pieces. Do it again with the rest of the ingredients. Put it on the plate with pickled ginger, soy sauce, and wasabi.

Bryson M

[eat-crow]

Makiroll

[backpackevil]

ouhhh so your accpeting art requestsss.....gimme maki pls i have never seen her on ur style and i need my daughter. ty

Oh I have Makirolls to share alright

also just for you I'm adding some animatic frames where Maki is present and killing it...literally<3 (drv3 ch5 spoilers)

also a warmup from a while ago<3

[kittarouu]

makiroll

[https-milo]

milo's inobox hates to see me coming 😓😓 anyways, as you are amazing and everything I now pretty please need a norbara instagram so the trio can be complete 😻

nonono milo's inbox LOVES to see you coming! tysm for the request indie!!

DATING NOBARA KUGISAKI INSTAGRAM!

details!

instagram posts w/ comments while dating Nobara Kugisaki!

a/n OBVIOUSLY these are just pictures off of pinterest, reader can be however you imagine!

a/n no curses!AU

m. list

photosbyy/n · 10w

9.7k likes Liked by prettygirlnobara

photosbyy/n flowers in puddles are just as beautiful as those on stems <3

prettygirlnobara do you do headshots for people? photosbyy/n prettygirlnobara hiiii yes! ofc i do! i was looking for people to model a photoshoot of mine. if you're interested, could you send me a dm? prettygirlnobara photosbyy/n sent <3

photosbyy/n · 9w

10.6k likes Liked by prettygirlnobara, m.fushiguro, yujiruns, and makiroll

photosbyy/n pretty girls run the world

Tagged: prettygirlnobara

prettygirlnobara thank you for having me! maybe we could do something together next time!! photosbyy/n prettygirlnobara how would that work? I'm the photographer, I need to take the picture lol!! prettygirlnobara photosbyy/n that's not what I meant...

m.fushiguro wow she actually looks peaceful for once

yujiruns looking good, kugisaki B)

makiroll okay gorgeous

prettygirlnobara · 9w

3.9k likes Liked by photosbyy/n, m.fushiguro, yujiruns, makiroll, yutasgardens, and inumakitoge

prettygirlnobara Y/n let me post the outtakes!! check out her digital photoshoot here www.photosbyy/n.com/prettygirlsruletheworld ive never looked so beautiful <3

photosbyy/n you're always beautiful!! you were the perfect model <3 prettygirlnobara photosbyy/n thank you so much <3 my offer still stands from your last post photosbyy/n prettygirlnobara I still don't get it :((( photosbyy/n prettygirlnobara WAIT. NO I UNDERSTANF NOW PLEASR GP ON A DATE WITN ME !!! prettygirlnobara photosbyy/n id love to!!

makiroll oooooo love the pics girl

yutasgardens those flowers are so pretty! they looked very cared for !!

photosbyy/n · 7w

11.2k likes Liked by yujiruns, m.fushiguro, and prettygirlnobara

photosbyy/n we both surprised each other with bouquets 🥺🥺

prettygirlnobara i cant believe you remembered my favorite flower photosbyy/n prettygirlnobara I can't believe you remembered mine! prettygirlnobara photosbyy/n don't be stupid. how could I forget anything you've said? photosbyy/n prettygirlnobara 😵‍💫😵‍💫 you're so rhgebrgkbrkrjbe

photosbyy/n · 7w

10.7 likes Liked by prettygirlnobara, m.fushiguro, and yujiruns

photosbyy/n now a piece of her is with me forever <3

prettygirlnobara i wear your eye color like a badge of honor photosbyy/n prettygirlnobara I do too <33333

© https-milo. please do not repost, steal, copy, or modify my works!

Thank you so much for reading <3

[dusdadreamer]

makiroll

[lvrgurlblobbu]

first encounter

college!zayne x fem!reader

⤿ CW: pure fluff!

⤿ word count: 1.4k

⤿ first part of code love series :) | > next.

The campus café was buzzing with students, the scent of coffee and pastries filling the air. You, still adjusting to the rhythm of college life, scanned the dessert counter and locked eyes on the last slice of tiramisu. Just as you reached for it, another hand brushed against yours.

Startled, you turned to see a tall, confident-looking guy eyeing the same dessert. He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his sharp gaze.

“Well, this is awkward,” he mused, withdrawing his hand slightly but not stepping back.

“I saw it first,” you said, standing your ground. You looked at him and his hazel eyes met yours which made you slightly shiver, eye contact was never your thing as you find it hard to focus.

“So did I,” he countered smoothly, still not letting go of the dessert. You were about to counter when someone called him, causing for his attention to divert towards the person who called him.

So with his attention being focused on his colleague, you took this opportunity to grab the dessert, “Sorry, in a hurry!” you mumbled as you hurriedly went to the counter to pay for the dessert.

As you’re paying for the dessert, you noticed that he’s now seated beside the window, typing something in his laptop while his colleague is sitting infront of him as they continued to discuss something which seems to be serious.

“You’re a freshman aren’t you?” Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted with the voice of the cashier, who gave you a knowing smile as they rang up your dessert.

You blinked, momentarily distracted from watching the mysterious sophomore. “Uh… yeah. Is it that obvious?”

The cashier chuckled. “A little. First-years always have that wide-eyed look when they step into the café for the first time.” They handed your change. “That guy you were talking to—Zayne, right? He’s pretty well-known around here.”

You glanced back toward the window, where Zayne was still typing, his expression now more serious as his colleague spoke. “Well-known how?”

The cashier smirked. “Let’s just say he’s got a bit of a reputation. Smart, sharp-tongued, and impossible to read. Some people avoid him, some are drawn to him. Either way, you don’t forget him easily.”

You hummed in response, gripping the plate a little tighter. Your first interaction with him had already left an impression, and now you were even more curious. You couldn’t explain it but something is just pulling you closer to him.

“Good luck, freshman,” the cashier added playfully as you turned away.

With your dessert in hand, you hesitated for a moment before deciding on a seat—not too far, but not too close— but then, you saw that Zayne’s colleague already left which leaves him alone in his table, still typing in his laptop.

You bit your lip, contemplating whether you would seat because all tables were now occupied and it seems like no one wants to sit with Zayne. So, with a heavy breath, you stride towards his table.

When you placed your plate of tiramisu on his table, he suddenly stopped typing and he looked up at you.

“Yes? Is there anything you need?” He asked, you gulped and prayed not to stutter.

“Well, the place is a bit crowded so is it okay if I could sit with you? If not, I can just find another place to sit.” You replied, it seems like he’s contemplating for his answer. His eyes wandered throughout the whole cafe, scanning for any available seats before finally settling back on you. He hesitates for a moment, then exhales softly.

“Yeah, sure. Go ahead,” he says, gesturing toward the empty seat across from him.

You nod in appreciation and set your dessert down before pulling out the chair. As you sit, you take a moment to glance at him. He seems deep in thought, his fingers idly tapping against the rim of his coffee cup.

“Thanks,” you say, offering a small smile. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

He shakes his head. “It’s fine. This place does get packed around this time.”

A brief silence lingers between the two of you, not necessarily awkward, but noticeable. You wonder if you should strike up a conversation or simply enjoy the shared space in quiet.

You slid the spare fork which you grabbed earlier to his side, “I was thinking that their serving of tiramisu is big enough for two people.” you said as you smiled at him, he suddenly stares at the fork, then at you, his brows raising slightly in surprise. His fingers hover over the utensil as if debating whether to accept the silent invitation.

“Please have some, I felt bad taking the last slice when you were eyeing it too,” you said with a sheepish smile.

Zayne paused, his gaze flicking from the fork to you, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re an interesting one.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

He took a small bite of the tiramisu, his expression thoughtful. “Depends on how you interpret it.”

You shrugged, rolling your eyes lightly, then took a bite yourself. The rich flavor of the dessert settled between you, and the earlier tension seemed to ease.

“So, you’re kind of a big deal around here,” you remarked, remembering the cashier’s words. Zayne’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Let me guess, the cashier filled you in?”

You nodded. “Yeah, they said you’re sharp, smart, and a bit… hard to read. Sounds pretty accurate.”

He leaned back, a small chuckle escaping him. “They always make it sound more dramatic than it is.”

You smiled, teasing, “Maybe. But I’m getting the vibe you don’t usually share your dessert.”

He chuckled again, shaking his head. “Maybe not. But I’ll make an exception this time.”

His mini remark caused for you to smile, as you both shared your dessert. You both fell into a comfortable silence wherein only the chattering of students, clicking of keyboards and the buzzing of the coffee machine blended into the background.

As you were wandering your eyes throughout the cafe, your gaze immediately landed upon Zayne’s eyes who’s intensely focused on his laptop monitor, and from time to time he uses his fingers to push his glasses upward.

As you stared at him, that’s when you noticed his features. His jawline was sharp, giving him a slightly rugged yet refined look, and his dark hair fell messily over his forehead, as if he didn’t care to keep it in place. His glasses, though simple, added an air of intelligence to his appearance. His eyes, a deep shade of hazel, were fixed on the screen with such intensity that it almost felt like he was in a world of his own.

You couldn’t help but notice the subtle confidence in his demeanor, the way he exuded a calm yet focused energy. It was the kind of presence that made it hard to look away. As he pushed his glasses up again with a quick flick of his finger, the small action felt almost deliberate, like a little routine he did without thinking.

For a moment, you forgot to look away, your thoughts drifting as you observed him. There was something captivating about how he carried himself—like he didn’t need anyone’s attention, but somehow, everyone around him seemed to want it.

But then, it was suddenly interrupted when your phone alarmed and as you saw the time, you’re already running late for your next class.

“Shit!” you muttered which caught Zayne’s attention as you hurriedly fixed your things.

“What’s the matter?” He said as he noticed how panicked you looked, he immediately closed his laptop as he focused on you.

“I’m running late.” you said as you stood up, about to leave “Thank you for letting me sit with you, it was really nice chatting with you. Goodby-“ you were about to leave when he immediately grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, how am I going to treat you for dessert next time?” he asked which immediately caught you off guard.

“When we see each other on campus,” you responded, and when he finally let go of your grip, you hurriedly rushed toward the exit. You hadn’t gotten far from the café when you heard him call out to you.

“How am I supposed to find you when I don’t even know your name?”

You turned your head at the sound of his voice, his tone playful but with an edge of curiosity.

“(Name)! That’s my name! I’ll see you around, Zayne!” you shouted back. As you turned away, you couldn’t help but bite your lip, trying to suppress the smile that was creeping up on you, especially when you noticed the smile that formed on his face upon hearing your name.

[pregameblorbokorekiyo]

[ @pregame-makiroll ]

You received a message from maki harukawa! 

The message read : : 

“ Korekiyo? Uhmm… since we hung out awhile ago do you possibly wanna hang out again? Not forcing you of course—! Just wanted to ask... ”

[ ooc // genuinely cringing at my wording😞 ]

*sends a message to her*

I don’t know why I wouldn’t, I’m currently not busy.

*pushes immense amount of homework to the side*

Sure, I’ll be there.

[skeletonnerdy]

Maki Harukawa,,

(9/16)

Short hair Makiroll Propaganda <33 The pigtails are cute, but I have an agenda to push.

[ccomposer-kanade]

" Just as you take the mic —

( ^ this was made by nyuuko on tumblr)

Just as you dance, dance, dance. "

Hello!!! My names are mizuki, asa or kayla! I prefer asa though. I am a demi girl (she/they) and lesbian.

( ^ this was made by nyuuko on tumblr)

FANDOMS : Danganronpa , my hero academia , kimetsu no yaiba/demon slayer , Danganronpa despair time , genshin Impact , super Danganronpa another 2 , Danganronpa another , project sekai

BLOGS : @yyumeno-himiko , @pregame-makiroll , @pregame-iruma-miu , @pregame-kokich1 , @the-ultimate-whale-biologist , @the-ultimate-japanese-dancer , @the-ultimate-maid , @arrturo-giles , @sonia-nevermind-rp , @tawaki-teruko , @thebesthorrorfanatic , @the-despairful-ibuki , @drdt-nico-hakobyan , @setsuuka , @best-inspirational-speaker , @hmaperkiumi , @its-kkotoko , @rruruka , @sseiko-kimura , @popssensation , @ttsuyu-asui , @chiiaki-spotted , @arei-nageishi-ultimate-bowler , @ultimate-solider-mukuro , @worlds-okayest-dentist , @markey-ace , @mizukis-writings

CURRENT LAYOUT : kanade yoisaki from project Sekai : colorful stage

Tagging my bestie ; ; @mod-2900

[imadethisaccountforwhispangle]

hello isat fans!! just uploaded a fic centered on sif's religion and the constellations - AND it has beautiful illustrations done by an amazing artist from the community!!! here's a little taste below the cut, just to getcha hooked ;]

(You’ve been having trouble falling asleep lately.) (And more often than usual, as well.) (You know you’ve always had trouble with your circadian rhythm, but…) (It never got this bad, before.) (Ah. . .)

(Well, it makes sense, you guess.) (Everyone else is also processing everything that happened, even if it has been a little while.) (So it’d make sense that you’re also still feeling the effects, right?) (Everything that happened…) (The reality of it often still eludes you.) (Despite living it, breathing it…) (Enduring it. Surviving it.) (...) (You sigh.)

(As sleepless as you feel, and as active as your mind is…) (The last thing you want to do right now) (is to open your eye.) (Because you know you’re already dreaming.) (Dreaming that same dream again.) (The same stupid dream, where every time nothing changes.) (Where every time you give in and look, it somehow makes you feel even worse than the last time.) (And every time you wake up panicked, sweating, shivering…) (. . .) (. . .Ha.)

(Hah!)

(...Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?) (Like the Universe isn’t done playing some sort of cosmic joke on you after all.) (Just…) (Great.) (How blindingly great.) (...)

(You breathe in. And out.) (It’s just a dream.) (Concepts and thoughts cobbled together by your own brain.) (Arbitrary neurons firing into nothingness.) (So what if the same ones just so happen to be firing again and again and again?) (Coincidences happen all the time, right?) (And these aren’t even coincidences.) (They’re just dreams.) (And they aren’t real.)

(...That’s right. They’re not real.) (And they’re not your present reality, either.) (It’s all… behind you now, after all.) (...) (Your eyelid clutches a little less as you compose yourself.) (You feel it lose that sense of pressure, as if someone has carefully lifted the weights off of your eyelid.) (But                    you still don’t want to open your eye.)

[ART DONE BY MAKIROLL!!!!! THEIR SOCIALS R CREDITED IN THE NOTES OF THE FIC PLS CHECK EM OUT]

[kkatastrophic]

Danganronpa V3 Chapter 4 Deadly Life Notes:

SPOILERS FROM HERE ON IN!!!!!!!!!!!

--- Investigation:

MIU LOOKS IN SO MUCH PAIN OMG-

And Kokichi sounds so gay when he says "Woah!" like I can't imagine genderbends because he's so goddam fruity.

--- Summary By Completed Investigation:

So Miu tried to kill Kokichi (this is proved because of the setting she added to him, her touching him makes him unable to move), but an error occured on her avatar making the effect of him not being able to move when he touched her the opposite, so they somehow met, and maybe Miu used the phone and pink mobile to teleport between the chapel and mansion.

That was when the killer killed her in-game somehow... she was clearly struggling, so she was strangled somehow... maybe with the toilet paper. The culprit must have used it to climb on and off from the roof BECAUSE MIU SAID NO MATTER HOW FAR IT STRETCHED RUBBER BANDS WERE UNBREAKABLE.

Her avatar had the object setting on, so no matter how far she stretched she couldn't break. That was how she was strangled.

BOOM I DID IT!!!

(Correct/True things highlighted in green)

(Wrong/False/Incorrect things highlighted in orange)

(VERY WRONG/absurd/bad THINGS HIGHLIGHTED IN RED)

The above colour coding is true for the rest of the gameplay this chapter!

The Trial Begins:

--- EATING IT UP!!!

Gonta I love you but stfu "ver-chew-el world" mate please stop I can't spend time explaining this shit to you, I love you alot but stop. :,)

V CUT FIRST TRY BABY WOOHOO!!!!

ALSO, IT WAS THE TP, I WAS RIIIIGHT!!!

--- Himiko Spits Facts:

Himiko: "Killed by toiler paper... it was... a fitting end for her..." <- LMAO NOT HIMIKO CALLING HER A PIECE OF SHITTT BAHAHA.

Also I bought the perk that lets you see V cuts without using influence, and it's really helpful, you guys should use it it's GOOD!

MIU BOUGHT THE HAMMER AND ASKED TO MEET UP WITH KOKICHI, SEE, SHE WAS GOING TO KILL HIM! I WAS RIGHT, SHE WAS GOING TO PARALYSE HIM AND HIT HIM WITH IT!!! I'M SO SMART OH MY GODDD!

PSYCHE TAXI MY POOKIE AUGHHH I LOVE PSYCHE TAXI BEST MINIGAME WOO! (I highkey ate it up, I only hit 1 car.)

Wait this trial is so good wtf omg, I'm only about an hour in but this is so much fun! So creative of Danganronpa!

OH MY GOD TWO PSYCH TAXIS I LOVE THIS GAME SO MUCH OH MY GOD!!!

--- Intermission:

"Main I'm bushed. I got no motivation at all. And Monophanies period is late."

Okay number ONE: What the fuck, did Monotaro like... erm...

OKAY NUMBER 2: MONOKUMA HAS NO MOTIVATION BECAUSE HIS AND MONOPHANIES CYCLES MATCH UP, That's sometimes how it runs in families. THIS MEANS THE MASTERMIND IS A GIRL!!! THAT'S WHAT MONOTARO WAS SAYING WHEN HE SAID "Mummy... I can't... I feel like I'm remembering something..." HOLY SHIT I WORKED IT OUT GUYS, THE MASTERMIND IS MAKI, HIMIKO OR TSUMUGI!

--- I WORKED IT OUT!!!:

Kokichi knows more then us. What does he know? He didn't do it... but like Byakuya in THH Trial 2, he knows who did. The antagonists always know. Nagito with Teruteru, Byakuya with Mondo, Kokichi with... whoever did this crime...

---

OH MY GOD I THINK I KNOW WHO DID IT, KOKICHI KNOWS MORE THAN US, HE WAS DROPPING HINTS THE WHOLE TIME! IT WAS PROBABLY GONTA!

This is loosely based evidence but buff characters die in chapter four so here:

Himiko: "She (<- talking about Miu) was smart... but also really, really dumb"

Gonta: "N-No say such mean things."

Gonta: "Killing game bad, not Miu"

Gonta: "Miu not bad person. Gonta think we coulda be friends, if things different."

Kokichi: "Nuh-uh. No way, Jose."

Later:

Kokichi: "More importantly, we gotta solve this mystery! Fighting among friends is a waste of time."

That literally contradicts what he just said... but it lines up with exactly what GONTA said. And Kokichi seems to know the whole trial...

--- Me Being an Idiot:

Kokichi calling Shuichi Shumai.

Shumai and Makiroll.

Awe so cute :,)

Monokuma hating Sonic is so uncalled for, what did Sonic do to you?!?!

HELP I ACCIDENTALLY VOTED TENKO INSTEAD OF KOKICHI FOR THE VOTING PANEL OH MY GOD HELP I LOST A HEART FROM THAT TOO-

If Kokichi stutters one more time like that annoying ahh protagonist from "It" I'm going to literally crush him or something I don't know.

"OOH, YOU SO CLUMSY GURLLL!!!" <- He's so gay oh my god-

Goddam liarrr, Kokichi you suspiciousss~

TSUMUGI I LOVE YOU BUT DON'T SPOIL HIS GODDAM LIE-

--- Confession by Kokichi?:

He didn't do it, did he?

He's working with Monokuma?

"Well, then... the culprit is Gonta."

...

What...? He said it so easy... so... simple... is that right? Was I right? What in the world...?

KILLING GAME BUSTERS?! *laughing and crying at the same time*

"WHY I CAN'T BE THE CULPRIT!" oh shit he's gone insane what the fuck.

I KNOW WHY GONTA SAYS HE DIDN'T DO IT (he did kill Miu) IT'S BECAUSE HE GOT THE CORD MIXED UP, THE RED AND BLUE ONE FOR MEMORY AND PHYSICALITY! HE MIXED THEM UP AND DOESN'T REMEMBER ANYHTING FROM THE VIRTUAL WORLD! THAT'S WHY HE WAS SO CONFUSED BEFORE! NOT BECAUE HE'S DUMB, BUT BECAUSE HE'S PHYSICALLY FORGOTTEN!!!

KOKICHI IS BEING SO MEAN, EVEN IF IT IS GONTA THAT'S TOO FAR!

Never comment negatively on somebodies intellectual ability, that's just so cruel...

Kokichi losing his shit... goddam that poor, misunderstood kid. I'm not making him fanon, but he's being truthful and trying to save everybody and nobody believes him... nobody wants to believe him...

Kokichi just moved up in my personal ranking.

--- Well, on that note it's 10pm where I am, I'll finish the rest tomorrow! Less than two hours to go!

Okay gang, welcome... back? No, you read one sentence to get here, welcome ME back!!! /j

Alrighty I googled it and I have about an hour and a half left of this trial, not long! Let's smash it out, whoo!

--- Incriminating Evidence:

Oh I come back to 2 health hearts. And then get the first question wrong, how cute. <3

Oh my gosh Gonta's VA is actually doing really well "Gonta not lying! You need to believe Gonta!!!"

"But... Gonta holds chopsticks with this hand"

"UWAAAHHH! But that's your left hand!!!"

--- Kokichi Being a Little Bitch (we stan him)"

KOKICHI IS EVIL OH MY GOD! Best antag moment.

So I was right... it is Gonta...

"Miu Iruma's killer... is Gonta Gokuhara!" What a powerful line. Goddam Kokichi you served.

AUGHHH ARGUMENT ANAMENT AUGHHH I HATE ARGUMENT ANAMENT!!!

"Gonta, I'm going to look back at the whole case one more time. When you're convinced, you just let me know, alright? Let's end this together." <- SHUICHI IS SO SWEET AHH :(

NGL I love the final case thingy music. Would Miu have gotten away with murder if she had killed Kokichi? Nope. Would I like to see Kokichi dead strangling? Kind of, it'd be interesting.

Shuichi getting eyeliner in his neo-world avatar makes me happy.

And the sign has the word Mirai on it, like SDR2 "Hotel Mirai".

POOR GONTA OH MY GODDD

--- End of the Trial:

I GOT AN A AGAIN, I GOT 249 COINS, I GOT -2000 FOR MISSING AND PERFECT SCORE FOR RETRY (I had 2 hearts for almost all of the trial.)

ALTER-EGO GONTA?! SO CUTE OH MY GOD!!!

"So... Gonta no could save everyone?" Screaming and crying.

"Just... promise Gonta, everyone can forgive eachother and be friends..."

Kokichi: "W-WAIT, PLEASE! I don't want this! Don't go, Gonta!" <- Fuyuhiko, Ishimaru, Shuichi, Aoi energy???

"Gonta love you all" NO NO NO NO NO NOOOO DON'T. I'M GONNA CRY NO PLEASE NONONONONOOOOO :(

--- And the BEST antagonis Award Goes TOOOO!!!

Kokichi Ouma. What the fuck.

I BELIEVED HIS TEARS, HE LIED IN GONTAS FINAL MOMENTS, HE LIED, HE MANIPULATED EVERYBODY, HE WENT INSANE, AND NOW HE'S GONNA DO A TOGAMI AND TELL EVERYBODY KAITOS SECRET???

Put Byakuya togami in a room with this bitch and he does NOT stand a chance.

--- Kaito Being Sick:

KAITO. OH MY GOD HE'S VOMITTING BLOOD AGAIN AND TRYING TO HIDE IT FROM EVERYBODY OH GOD-

(Kaito coughing up blood and dying:

Also Kaito: "My cold just got worse... that's all.")

My Saimota v Kaimaki self is going insane over this plotline guys. (I don't multiship-)

--- End of the Chapter:

KOKICHI WALKING IS SO DRAMATIC...?

Oh Kokichi is red...?

"The world is mine - Kokichi Ouma"

... oh?

--- FINALLY!:

WHAT A CHAPTER! WHAT A FUCKING CHAPTER, HOLY SHIT! I WAS RIGHT ABOUT SO MUCH OF THE CASE, THAT WAS AMAZING, THAT WAS CRAZY WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD I CAN'T EVEN BRO-

V3 is getting really good.

THIS IS MY FAVOURITE TRIAL IN THE WHOLE FRANCHISE, LIKE OMG THIS IS SM BETTER THAN MY PREV FAVOURITES, I LOVE THIS TRIAL SM MORE THAN CHP2 THH AND CHP5 SDR2 OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD WHAT????

Okay that's all bye guys :3

[kumi-tachibana]

[ @pregame-makiroll ]

“ Kumi……? I have a crush… is it okay if I talk about him real quick? ”

She immediately grins before sitting down "Tell meee~"