#n sayaka too

[taperwolf]

xkcd #2501, kinda.

[lightseoul]

CHAPTER 3 | ALL OUT OF LUCK

w.c. 4.0k (i know)

tags. fem!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up (26), much cussing, some adult themes (again, no smut y'all), bkg and reader go through one stage of grief: bargaining, the plot thickens!

a/n. wrote all this in one day—i couldn't put the doc down until i finished it. this chapter is jam-packed and has lots going on, but we're only at the beginning. i hope you have as much fun reading it as i did writing it!

links. masterlist, ao3 (coming soon)

“…Though I trust you’ll understand if we set some—” he pauses, and you’re 99% sure it’s for dramatic effect, “—precautionary measures in place?”

“Waddya have in mind?” asks Bakugou, his rough tone laced with unmistakable skepticism.

“Well, for starters…”

Their leader glances back at the bionic woman. “Sayaka, are they ready?”

Sayaka nods. “Ready for installation, Masaki-san.”

You scramble to take a mental note of their names—as well as try to ignore the fact that the robotic girl sounds like a robot, too—as you watch Masaki gesture to the escort from earlier who’s standing at the sides and in the shadows.

He emerges into the dim lights with a wide stride, but to your surprise, another leg steps forward right beside him. Your eyes trail up until they land on the other person, widening in confusion because they look just like a carbon copy of the intimidating escort—tall, ginger head, pale skin—only it’s a girl.

There’s no mistaking it.

They’re twins.

Twin bodyguards. In a quirk supremacist group.

You fight the urge to let out a dry laugh.

But apparently, neither of the two finds the situation funny, because they’re nothing but serious as they approach Masaki and bow politely, before heading to Sayaka and taking what looks like tiny…metal pieces?

You don’t get the opportunity to wonder about what those were, though, because, in the blink of an eye, the twins are already stalking straight toward you and Bakugou, glaring daggers.

“Those are bugs,” Masaki explains just as the twins arrive right in front of you, with the guy from earlier towering over Bakugou and the female staring you down a few inches away from your face, decidedly a little too close for comfort. You barely manage to stop yourself from gulping and looking away.

“They’ll be tracking your speech and movements 24/7. And don’t worry, they’re waterproof.”

You sense Bakugou’s about to spit some smart-ass comment, judging by the way he puffs up like he tends to do when he’s about to drop a curse-riddled quip, but he doesn’t get the chance to deliver the blow because the twins are on you in an instant.

You accidentally let out a yelp as the woman grabs the hem of your tank top so roughly you think it’s gonna tear, before she stuffs her right hand up. Mortified, you struggle against her hold, but her left has a death grip on you.

“Relax,” she seethes, obviously very much already done with you. “I’m just installing it.”

At her words, you manually will yourself to calm down, and it quickly dawns on you that she’s not touching you violently or inappropriately. You tamp down a shiver as her cold fingers come into contact with the center of your chest, right at the dip of your bra and between your breasts, feeling the surface before sticking something that you promptly identify as the tracker.

And as she retracts her hand and steps away from you, right at the same time as her twin like they’re wired for synchrony, you reflect on how it’s so light that you barely feel an added weight to your body. It’s circular, too, and you debate for a second whether or not to peer down at your chest to see what it really looks like, before ultimately deciding against it.

You can do that later, in the privacy of the (hopefully not downstairs) bathroom.

If such a concept even exists.

“Thanks, you two,” comes Masaki’s gentle voice, before shifting to regard you and Bakugou. “You can get to know your designated guards later on, but for now, let’s continue.”

As if on cue, the twins take a further step back before eventually returning to their dark corner.

“What we just affixed on your chests are special devices, again, designed to monitor any sound you make as well as your specific locations. They’re not your ordinarily engineered trackers—they’re Sayaka’s thanks to her quirk—which also allows her to directly receive the feedback and project it for others to see and hear.”

Ah.

You don’t know how that works exactly, but you bet the expensive ass perfume that you got for your birthday last year—the very one you wear for special occasions like now—that it’s got something to do with her robotic parts.

“Does everyone in your group get one, too?” questions Bakugou, who’s now looking a bit miffed. You’re sure he didn’t enjoy getting felt up by a stranger who he just called someone’s little lackey.

“Only the new members,” Sayaka answers succinctly, her voice sounding like it’s filtered with autotune.

But especially you two, you finish for her in your head. And really, you can’t blame them. Taking in a pro-hero, let alone Japan’s #2, is a huge gamble, and Bakugou quite literally can make or break their whole plan to attack. This level of precaution is not at all uncalled for. You’d even go so far as to say it’s not enough.

Bakugou must be thinking the same thing, too, because he doesn’t offer a follow-up question.

Masaki takes your silence as a sign for him to go on.

“Of course, that’s only the first layer of protection.”

Shit.

You hope you didn’t just think that into existence.

The plain-looking leader puts on that prudent smile of his, before turning to look at the old man. “Kouki-san here has a very handy quirk. Teleportation,” he glances at Bakugou, “A sought-after power in the hero world, isn’t it?”

Bakugou shrugs, although you’re guessing the answer is yes and that he’s just too stubborn to admit it.

Figures.

“Well, he’s gone and mastered his quirk, and has since been indispensable to our organization. Essentially—” Masaki huffs, like he’s preparing for the bomb he’s about to drop, “—the very moment you even hint at betraying us, we’re gone,” he snaps his fingers, “Just like that. And you won’t be able to trace us.”

“Really?” drawls Bakugou. “You’ll abandon this cushy, not at all seedy ass headquarters of yours?”

“This is only one of many, Dynamight,” Masaki responds, seemingly unbothered by Bakugou’s taunt. “And this is actually not our headquarters.”

He picks up his glass of alcohol and lightly twirls it around in his hand. “I also trust that you’re aware of what a distinguished group such as ours entails? Naturally, we need to have somewhere safe where we can conduct all our activities under the radar.”

“As you can imagine, it’s not just us five. We have many, many members who share the same principles, and this club can’t possibly be large enough to host all of us.”

“Where are you going with this?” Bakugou demands.

“What I’m saying is that we have a separate place as our headquarters, a place much bigger than this. And—” he cocks his head toward Kouki, “—we get there via teleportation.”

“Obviously,” sneers Bakugou, “Otherwise that’d be a huge waste of the old man’s quirk, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, but that’s only one of the reasons. You see, it’s also so that you won’t know where it is located,” Masaki pauses once again, which you decide in a split second is warranted because of what he’s going to say next.

“And for that to work, we’re also going to have to lock you inside.”

Your breath hitches. Bakugou bristles.

“The fu—”

“We’re going to have to make you stay with us—” the plain-looking man interjects with a slightly louder voice, “—at least until the day of the attack, as we cannot risk you two being seen constantly going in and out of this club every night.”

You’re about to contribute to the conversation for the very first time but Bakugou beats you to it. “Fucking stay in? Isn’t that gonna cause even more suspicion?”

“It wouldn’t if you both come up with a good excuse to disappear,” Kouki retorts with a smidge of attitude. He eyes Bakugou with a raised brow, “Wouldn’t now be a great time to have a top-secret ‘mission’ overseas? And I’m sure your friend here can whip something up.”

You brush off the annoyance that shoots through you at the dismissive mention. Instead, you finally bring yourself to speak up. “I thought you just said we’ll be stuffed in a secret hideout?”

“Ah,” Masaki sounds out, “You are, but this is our gateway, so to speak. You go here to get teleported to the headquarters, and from there, get teleported back here to return to the outside world. We won’t hesitate to teleport away from both places the second we have to, but that doesn’t mean our HQ is easily disposable to us, hence all these measures.”

“All this to say,” he furthers, his timid tone juxtaposing the threatening words you’re sure he’s about to utter, “You two better think twice about betraying us.”

There it is.

He smiles again. “Do either of you have any questions?”

Beside you, Bakugou mutters to himself for a second, before clearing his throat. “You’re yapping on and on about what you’ll do if we betray you and shit. Ain’t that such a warm welcome for your new members?”

—A rhetorical question, because he doesn’t let anyone get a word in. Instead, he presses on.

“But what if we don’t? What’s in it for us?”

“You get to live out your ideals, boy,” comes the old geezer’s snappy reply.

Bakugou snorts, and you’re sure it’s not because he found the guy hilarious.

“That’s a shitty deal on our end, don’t ya think so?” the pro-hero shifts his weight on his other foot. “How ‘bout this, you guarantee protection for my…friend here, and we’re even.”

You hold your breath.

Looking past the way he just so awkwardly referred to you as his friend, that segue just now wasn’t exactly the smoothest.

Still, you have no choice but to roll with it. So, with much conviction, you morph your face into that of shyness—one that you hope is charming enough to win their graces.

“Just her?” asks Masaki, placid as ever.

“I can get by,” comes Bakugou’s confident response.

Once again ignoring the mildly degrading remark, you ready yourself to use your quirk. You closely examine the leader’s features as they transform into an expression of contemplation, even as he turns to the other two and engages them in quiet conversation.

You and Bakugou stand there for a few moments, waiting, before Masaki finally turns again.

And all that preparing to utilize your quirk goes out of the dilapidated windows once you catch a glimpse of his face.

“I guess that’s settled, then.”

Called it.

Masaki then raises an eyebrow at the two of you. “Any more concerns?” he smiles to himself, “Heartwarming requests?”

Neither of you says anything.

“None?” he asks again, before patting his thighs in a gesture of finality. “Well, then, I believe it’s time for you to see your new home! Kouki-san?”

At the mention, the old man slowly gets up from where he made himself very comfortable on the couch, and walks leisurely towards you, planting himself in front of and between you and Bakugou.

“Hang tight,” Kouki smirks, reaching out for both of your hands, and you’re just about registering how eerily cool his are when the ground that was perfectly carpeted and steady just a second ago suddenly collapses from beneath you.

A violent wave of nausea instantly hits you as the room completely vanishes before you, replaced by pitch-black darkness in a second. You scramble for purchase—tightening your grip on the person responsible for whatever the fuck this is—as the noise instantaneously gets sucked in a vacuum, leaving you in full silence. Your legs are jelly as you stumble on your feet, and you’re convinced you’re going to fall to your death down to the abyss below you when—just as fast as the lounge disappeared—a warmly lit hallway materializes in front of you.

But it’s too late, you’re already out of balance and lurching forward—inch by excruciating inch—right until you feel a hand grab your forearm and you’re unceremoniously yanked back into an upright position.

You whip to look at Bakugou as you wobble on your feet, and he’s staring at you with such alarm that makes you feel so…vulnerable. He retracts his left hand a beat later when you eventually steady yourself, his serious and unrelenting gaze fixated on you before shifting to study the place you just got teleported to.

You follow suit, eyeing the hallway as you place the hand Kouki was holding into your pocket to warm it up.

Similar to the club and the room you were just in, the area is barely illuminated, but it’s bright enough for you to make out the dark wooden doors that line both sides. You’re right in the middle of the hallway, and at one of the ends you think are staircases leading both to a lower and an upper level, while at the other end is another door.

If these lead to what you think they lead…

Then, damn.

They weren’t kidding about lodging.

From the corner of your eye, you see the old man look at you and follow your line of vision, shifting to study the aforementioned door at the end of this hallway.

“That’s your room,” he offers curtly, like this job of chaperoning you to your place of residence for who knows how many days is beneath him.

Room, you parrot in your head.

Room singular.

“Well?” he asks, not even bothering to hide his impatience when neither you nor Bakugou makes a move. “Aren’t you going to check it out?”

You hesitate, glancing at Bakugou to find him frowning at Kouki, before turning to look at you.

“We don’t have all day, you two,” Kouki adds on with a sigh at the same time you raise your eyebrows ever so minutely at the pro-hero, as if asking for confirmation. “Go on, I’ll wait here.”

It only takes a small nod from Bakugou to pull you out of the paralysis, and the minute that he does, you’re already moving to the spot beside him, matching his pace as you trudge towards the door.

As inconspicuously as you can, you check the corners of the room along the wall facing you for cameras, only to find none.

And so you do it.

With your backs turned against the Teleportation master, you finally let your emotions show on your face.

You also chance a peek at Bakugou, only to find him already eyeing you with the very same expression you’re sure is written all over your features.

The one that says you’re fucked.

You don’t get to dwell or comment on the shared sentiment, though, mainly because they’ll hear every word you say, but also because you arrive in front of the door. Bakugou looks at the knob and then at you warily, and you can only nod in encouragement.

That seems to be enough of a push for him, because he reaches for and turns the handle, pushing past the entryway so you can walk in from behind him.

Now, the first thing that registers after you startle at the door closing is the fact that the room is small. Tiny, even. There’s another door at the back, which you think leads to the comfort room.

But that’s pretty much it.

That, and there’s only one bed.

To your credit, though, you’re able to refrain from gasping in horror at the sight of it, which you can chalk up to the next thing that you see—a couch.

It doesn’t seem like it’s foldable or can be converted into a larger bunk, but it’ll have to do. It’s brown and hopefully real leather this time, and is crammed right next to the bed. You remind yourself that they were only expecting Bakugou, and so you can’t really complain and that you’ll have to make do with sleeping on the couch for the next n days.

Aside from all those, though, the room is relatively bare.

Well, apart from the cameras with the blinking red light at the upper, four corners of it.

But you don’t get to wordlessly warn him about it, let alone come to terms with the fact that they’re deadass going to be watching your every single move, because something seizes your wrist, spinning you around, leaving you face to face with Bakugou.

You’re too preoccupied with the sudden motion and the fact that you’re just a breadth’s width away from each other to notice the darkened look in his eyes.

Which, in hindsight, you should’ve noticed.

If you wanted any chance at bracing yourself for what he’s going to do next.

“Wha—”

You yelp—cutting yourself off—when Bakugou, the Bakugou Katsuki—Japan’s #2 Pro-hero, Vogue Japan’s Hottest Bachelor of the Year, and the dickhead who used to be your biggest, fattest crush—grabs at your neck and smashes his lips against yours.

You involuntarily jerk away from him, but his free hand shoots up to roughly clutch your hip just as his grip on your neck tightens, pinning you in place and right against him.

And you don’t know how the fuck it happens, but he does something with his tongue, or his mouth? His teeth? You don’t know at this point, and frankly, you don’t want to know, because coupled with his scalding hold on your body, it causes you to do the unthinkable.

You moan.

And again, you don’t even get the opportunity to feel the utter humiliation, because just as quickly as he pounced on you, Bakugou pulls away, but not before scowling at the cameras as if he just noticed them—which you doubt—then taking your hand, dragging you out of the door and into the hallway.

The old man glances at you. “Are you don—”

“Take us the fuck back now,” Bakugou spits as he pulls you right beside him.

At that, Kouki’s eyebrows furrow. “You ought to know better than to speak to an elderly like that.”

But the man who just fucking kissed you apparently can’t give a single flying fuck, because he retorts without missing a beat. “Take us back now.”

That must’ve been the final straw, because Kouki’s face finally morphs into the scowl that you think he’s been trying to suppress this entire time, but to your surprise, he moves closer to the two of you and once again, reaches for your hands.

You don’t know what the fuck is going on, but what you do know is that Bakugou’s onto something here, because he wouldn’t have pulled that stunt just now without any reason, which means the last thing you should do is resist.

And so you take Kouki’s hand, just as Bakugou snags the other, and when you do, the floor gives out from underneath you.

You’re still overcome with a sense of dizziness as your surroundings shift and the noise dissipates around you, but as you find the lounge slowly appearing before your eyes, you find that it’s not as bad the second time.

Bakugou’s still holding your hand when you arrive at the second floor of the club, right back where you stood from a while ago.

Sayaka is the first one to notice you, most likely thanks to her quirk and the goddamn device stuck to your chest, but it’s Masaki who speaks up when he catches wind of your arrival.

He puts down the deck of cards you think he’s just been shuffling before shifting to look at you. “Back so soon?”

Kouki turns around to face him, “Bakugou demanded to—”

“Why the fuck are there cameras in our room?”

Offended, the old man whips around again to glower at Bakugou, seemingly ready to unleash the sermon of the century. “Young man—”

“Turn them the fuck off,” the pro-hero interjects, “And the mics, too.”

Bakugou hesitates, as if unsure of how to properly say the next few words. He glances at you, expression inexplicable, before turning back to face them. “…At least at night.”

Silence.

“Oooh, I see where this is going,” comes Masaki’s reaction a moment later, a knowing smile creeping on his face. You feel yourself flame. “You weren’t being clear with us earlier, Bakugou. You didn’t say you brought your girlfriend.”

“Didn’t think it was necessary to point out,” comes Bakugou’s terse reply.

“Yeah, well, I’m afraid it doesn’t matter either way. The surveillance is for our safety, which comes above everything else, even the privacy of our esteemed members.”

“You promised you’d protect her at all costs,” Bakugou counters. “Protecting her modesty from the perverts you call your surveillance people is part of that.”

Now, you’re not a hundred percent certain, but you’re pretty sure he just shot the cyborg a look at the latter half of the sentence, which you think would’ve been a noble gesture—if it weren’t for the fact that it’s not just her, judging by the sheer number of cameras in this room alone.

Your attention drifts back to Masaki, however, when he heaves a sigh, leaning against the couch with a tired expression on his face. “Tell me, then, Dynamight. How do you propose we make sure you don’t brew something behind our backs off surveillance?”

“I can turn off the bugs,” Sayaka pipes up before Bakugou can answer, her mechanical voice drifting across the room. “They emit a blue light at their circumference that shuts down when I turn the device off.”

“As for the cameras…” she drones on, “The blinking red light should be gone when they’re offline.”

“That shit won’t do,” Bakugou declares decisively, not even letting the suggestion simmer. “There’s no knowing for sure that they’re actually off and aren’t just hacked to seem like they are.”

“The cameras should also face down. And—” he huffs, “—We get to remove the tracker.”

A chorus of protests erupts from the group—particularly from Sayaka and Kouki—but even the twins who are still stationed at the sides. Masaki, in contrast, only sits in silence as he studies the pro-hero, but there’s no missing the uneasiness decorating his features.

“It’s only at night,” Bakugou reasons, voice now a bit louder to be heard amidst the sea of complaints. “You can set up guards around the perimeters of our room. We’ll surrender them at the door before entering, and we can’t go out beyond the doorway until they’re attached again.”

And when no one says anything, Bakugou pushes. “How does that sound?”

You chance a glance at Masaki, who does not seem to be getting anywhere near convinced.

Bakugou must be noticing it, too, because he squeezes your hand so imperceptibly that you almost miss it.

But you don’t, and quite honestly, you could have and be okay with having done so, because you were on it, anyway.

You quickly scan the room.

One, two, three, four, five.

Five.

You can do five.

And so with the most innocent tone you can muster, you speak up.

“That sounds reasonable to me.”

All five whip to look at you, and the second that they do, you pull—swiftly and in succession—eyes jumping from Sayaka to Kouki to Masaki to the male twin and then to the girl.

Your gaze darts back to the leader right after to make sure you got him, but his remarkably serene countenance is enough to tell you that you’ve successfully done it.

You did it.

You just won Bakugou and you the window of time to discuss the mission in the privacy of your own room.

And Bakugou must be seeing the palpable shift in their demeanors because he squeezes your hand once more, only this time you think it’s in gratitude.

You feel a surge of pride swell in your chest.

Let the games begin.

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[aritsukemo]

Chihiro and Kokichi with a crush on someone who acts like Kyoko Kirigiri

Warnings: Major spoilers to Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc and Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony! You have been warned!

A/N: Been rewatching playthroughs of the games while I was sick and got the itch to write something! There was so much more I wanted to do with Chihiro's part, but kind of backed myself into a corner when I decided to write this taking place during the killing game. No worries though, I plan to write a bunch more Chihiro x reader content in the future! ( Can you tell I love Chihiro? Lmao- )

↪ Off rip, Chihiro was very intimidated by you. Your stone cold exterior and the general vibe you gave off was kinda scary to him.

↪ He didn't talk to you at all during the first couple of days, simply watching and observing you whenever you made your presence known/whenever you spoke.

↪ During the first class trial, you absolutely owned it. You constantly kept everyone on track and gave them clues to help them figure out the mystery themselves and diverted them from anything that led them to the incorrect truth. You helped everyone crack the case without flat out giving them the answers and he found that really cool of you.

↪ When Leon's execution came, Chihiro felt a swarm of negative emotions to the point he couldn't contain his tears. It was terrible, all of it was. Even if Leon killed Sayaka and even though Sayaka attempted to muder Leon, he couldn't help but feel bad for the both of them..

↪ That following day or two, he was in a rather gloomy mood. Everyone was. After the events of what happened, he couldn't really stomach much food. It was a small thing and Chihiro thought no one had cared to notice his lack of appetite, but he was surprised that someone did; you did. One morning, he was presented with a large portion of a simple meal by none other than the stone cold mystery themselves.

↪ "Eat it if you'd like. If you don't trust it, that's fine too," Was all you said to him, but it made his heart do a backflip regardless. He didn't understand it, but the scene kept playing in his mind the rest of the morning which kept him red in the face the entire time..

↪ After that, Chihiro started observing you even more and he started picking up on the small things about you. How, although most of the others misinterpret your intentions, you truly don't mean harm to anyone and just want to find the way out like everyone else. You're actually really sweet but your tight-lipped and mysterious nature just throws everyone in the wrong direction, he thinks.

↪ The more he watched you and the more he interacted with you, ( although interactions with you didn't happen often ) the more his heart fluttered until it eventually evolved into something bigger. At first, he thought what he was feeling for you was simply admiration until one of the others pointed it out to him one day. The way he speaks about you with such passion, the way he sometimes stares at you like a puppy wanting attention, the amount of times he's caught staring at you.. To them, it was painfully obvious that he was crushing on you!

↪ Even with the knowledge of his crush on you, Chihiro made no attempt to act on it. For one, you two are in a killing game and you're probably way more worried about figuring out the mastermind and getting out of here than getting a partner and two, he was too embarrassed to. The last thing he wanted was for you to laugh or berate or be disgusted by him for pretending to be a girl because of how weak and sensitive he was.. ( The last thing he wants is to confess under the rouse of a girl anyway. )

↪ This ( along with the embarrassing secret motive ) ultimately boosted his motivation to achieve his goal; to get stronger. Once he's strong enough to protect you and his friends from any danger, then he'll tell you how he feels!

↪ He was determined, and unfortunately, that determination ultimately led to his untimely demise. It was ironic, especially with that conversation you had with him that afternoon prior..

↪ "I've decided! I have no other choice but to get stronger. I'll try my hardest and..! And when I do, I would like to talk to you about something very important, okay?" He had told you, eyes burning with uncharacteristic fire. It was..certainly a look for him. ( One that may or may not have made your heart do a few tricks without your permission.. ) And you remembered briefly mutter something to him about staying safe and not overdoing it..

↪ If only you had offered to join him. Maybe things would've went differently..

↪ Huh, how odd. It's not like you to be sentimental like this. Actually, as of late, a lot of things you've been doing have been out of character for you.. Honestly, what has gotten into you lately?

↪ Well, there's no time to dawdle on it right now. You have to seek justice for Chihiro. With the clues you've gathered, you already have a sneaking suspicion of who the culprit is..

↪ You immediately spiked Kokichi's interest. The fact that you didn't give him any information about yourself intrigued him. It was as if you had something to hide..

↪ When it came out that everyone would be participating in a killing game, Kokichi was surprised by how well you kept it together. Unlike everyone else who were in denial, you wholeheartedly believed the kubs and kept a levelhead about the whole ordeal. It was as if it didn't affect you at all..

↪ "You seem oddly calm about this. Don't tell me you're actually some psycho and was waiting on something like this." He said to you only to get silence in return as you outright ignored him.

↪ For the first day or two he observed you, but he quickly decided to take a more upfront approach and was all in your face. He was always trying to poke and prod and tease information out of you, but you never caved. He couldn't get under your skin at all.

↪ But he did, at least, get your name.

↪ When the first murder finally happened, you again, didn't panic. While everyone else were screaming their heads off, you talked to Monokuma, verifying things about the upcoming class trial before immediately starting your investigation.

↪ When the trial came about, you kept calm. As if you had done this a million times, you helped guide everyone. You gave hints and helped paint a clear picture of what happened. When everyone began to deny the truth, you, along with Kaede, helped everyone come to grips with reality.

↪ And then, when the killer was executed, you didn't freak out. He also noticed you saying something to Shuichi before swiftly leaving to go god knows where.

↪ And just like that his interest in you hit it's peak.

↪ He began speculating. What could you possibly be hiding? Why are you the way you are? How many times has something like this happened to you? Do you hold the key of getting out of here?

↪ Could you be the mastermind behind this? It's definitely a possibility..

↪ After the trial, Kokichi officially set his sights on you. He began to bug you even more.

↪ He would drag you around places and rope you into his shenanigans. To everyone else, it may have just looked like Kokichi was just doing it for the fun of it or to annoy you, but in actuality, he was doing it in an attempt to get a feel for your personality. He wanted to know what made you tick and what didn't. But alas, you were harder to crack than he expected.

↪ So, he began stalking you.

↪ Everytime you distanced yourself from the others and disappeared for long periods of time, he would try to follow after you, however..

↪ "Kokichi. I know you're there."

↪ ..he never got far before he was found out.

↪ Then the second murder rolled around and the cycle repeated. The body discovery announcement played, you gave no reaction to it, disappeared to start your own investigation, and carried the class trial.

↪ After the trial and execution, ( and after you saved his butt from Maki's wrath after he exposed a certain secret of hers ) he approached you with the supposed intention of wanting to be your friend. ( Although he worded it more as him wanting you to be his sidekick ) He didn't give you ang room to deny his friendship and before you knew it, he was shamelessly latched to you like some annoying pest.

↪ Almost everywhere you went, he attempted to tag along. Of course, if you were going on one of your little side investigations, you gave him the slip and he wouldn't be able to find you for a while.

↪ Other than that, you humored him. He talks your ear off and the conversations between you two are more or less one sided but he can tell you're listening to every little word he said and didn't mind his presence. Although he doesn't know much about you, he's gotten to know you enough to know that when you don't want to talk to someone, you'll make it very clear to them that you don't want to talk to them.

↪ And then something most bewildering happened. Shuichi gave you a gift.

↪ "How did you know I liked this?" Kokichi heard you say before you accepted the gift, "Uh..lucky guess? I honestly had no idea. It just seemed like something you'd like." He heard him say..

↪ "I see.. Well, thank you."

↪ Like the stalker he is, he watched the whole interaction and to Kokichi's surprise, he felt..odd watching you two interact. Although it wasn't the most intense feeling, it certainly wasn't a pleasant one..

↪ Anyways, the third murder rolls around and shortly after it happened, he stepped on a faulty floor board and..yeah y'all know what happened to him.

↪ When you and Shuichi found him, he was laid out on the floor and bleeding profusely from the head. Shuichi was startled at first, thinking he was dead, but upon him sitting up, the detective slowly stopped caring.

↪ Chuckling to himself, ( and feeling the very, very strong urge to vomit ) Kokichi stumbled to his feet. However, as soon as he did, you grabbed him by the arm..

↪ "You shouldn't move around so much. You likely have a concussion."

↪ "What..are you talking about? I'm..fine! Just..eheh.. Just peachy.." Another obvious lie. Honestly, what does he expect to gain from acting like this?

↪ After he let that ridiculous statement tumble from his lips, you forced him onto your back with ease. ( As expected, he's very light ) After telling Shuichi to continue his investigation, you left with Kokichi riding on your back.

↪ "Heyyyy, where are we going.. Do you plan to..to take me out while I'm like this..how..cruel, nishi..hi..heh.."

↪ You ended up taking him all the way back to your dorm because you remembered that you had some medical supplies lying around that you found while out on one of your side investigations. They weren't the best, but it was enough to make sure Kokichi wouldn't bleed out and die.

↪ With quick and kinda rough movements, you bandages up his head and the entire time you were supposed to spend investigating ended being spent in your room. After you finished bandaging his head, you dimmed the lights and applied a makeshift cold compress ( which you made by stuffing some ice in a bag and wrapping the bag in a thin towel ) to his head.

↪ Your eyes were completely on him the entire time and something about that made the displeasing feeling he felt before swell into something lighter and fluffier in his chest and around his heart. He didn't know what it was, but he's certain that he loved hated the feeling with a passion and hoped to never feel it again. Oh the lies he tells even himself

↪ The trial rolls around, and although you were kind of in the backseat for some time, you still managed to crack the case wide open. Well, with some help from Shuichi that is.

↪ Speaking of which, after the trial and execution, Kokichi began to notice the most bewildering thing; little Shuichi was getting oddly close to you.

↪ Like, a day or two after the trial, he saw you outside with Shuichi, Maki, and Kaito. You seemed to be working out with them but he took note of how you seemed the most responsive with Shuichi.

↪ An uncomfortable feeling bubbled in his chest, but even so, Kokichi, who had begun to slowly come to grips and realize his attraction towards you, pretended like he was fine. So what if you're hanging out with Shuichi? Lately, the detective has started to peak his interest and he plans to befriend him just like he did with you. Once he achieves that, he'll have you back and he'll have Shuichi to himself too!

↪ But alas, things didn't go as planned. Shuichi, untrusting of him, didn't want to be his friend. How sad..

↪ But he's not one to give up so easily. He'll find a way to rope him into this little game of his..one way or another.

↪ Fourth trial comes and the truth is revealed that Kokichi had a part in Miu's murder. Upon revealing the truth to everyone and completely ruining all the fun of the mystery, you seemed to be the one person to initially believe him. ( Although he noticed you seemed uncharacteristically bothered about the whole ordeal )

↪ Then Shuichi helped you further reveal what happened, forcing everyone to believe what really happened was the truth and that Gonta was the blackened. ( Gosh, it was agitating how in sync you two were )

↪ After the trial ended, things escalated. Kaito and Kokichi got into it and Kaito ended up lunging at Kokichi. However, it seemed the ultimate supreme leader was stronger than he let on ( or maybe something else is at play here.. ) and he ended up throwing his own punch which sent Kaito flying to the ground.

↪ That's when the others finally intervened.

↪ Shuichi, angered by everything that had happened, screamed at Kokichi. He yelled and fussed about how he was horrible and had no friends and how he had no one to turn to because he was horrible and blah blah blah.

↪ Kokichi didn't care much for his speech, ( it was nothing he hasn't been told already ) but his eyes seemed to drift to you. Unlike everyone else, you hadn't jumped to Kaito's defense nor were you screaming at him. In fact, you just stood in the back, watching with that iron expression of yours. How..like you..it was to do that, he thought.

↪ When he left, you followed after him.

↪ "That was quite the show you put on back there. Tell me, Kokichi. What are you planning?" You had asked him.

↪ "Heh, wellll since it's you I feel the sudden urge to spill everything, nishi~! ..Hm, fine then. I'll tell you for a kiss right here on the cheek, nishishishi~!" And then he saw it. For only a split second, he saw the surprise flash across your face. He saw your brows twitch and your eyes widen. He saw your cheeks flush.

↪ He finally saw you truly caught off guard and it was the cutest thing he's ever been able to witness. It's disgusting how much he's grown to like you, he thought. Not really.

↪ You didn't see him for a few days after the trial. You had no idea where he went, but you didn't bother wasting your time searching for him. Not that you could, with Kaito breathing down your neck wanting you to hang out with him, Shuichi, and Maki, you never found the reason or necessary time to go and look for him. ( But for some odd reason, you couldn't stop thinking about him. )

↪ And then he showed his face at last and when he did, he had weapons in tow.

↪ He claimed that he wanted to help end the killing game but of course no one believed him. Maki, who was at her wits end with the male, jumped to attack him and you, of course, jumped to his rescue.

↪ "Why do you always protect him? Are you two working together?" She questioned, her fiery crimson hues staring into you like sharpened blades.

↪ "..." Your silence gave nothing away as you stared back at her with your own icy gaze, gripping her by the arm as you awaited for her to release Kokichi.

↪ She let him go eventually.

↪ Kokichi then went on to explain what the weapons he persuaded Miu to make did ( the "electrohammers" as he put it ) before saying he'll no longer intervene with the others and their plans and leaving.

↪ And without a second thought, you followed after him which automatically labeled you a traitor in certain peoples' eyes. ( Cough cough Maki and Himiko cough cough )

↪ Alas, you quickly lost sight of him despite your tailing. But you couldn't give up now. He knows something and you're determined to find out what that something was.

↪ But all your efforts got you nowhere. You looked everywhere but couldn't find him, however when you finally reconvened with the others they all seemed oddly..depressed about something.

↪ You questioned each of them but only Shuichi would explain what happened while you were gone. Apparently, they used the electrohammers to cross that Death Road and found a large hatch that led outside. They got it opened but what they saw was simply despair-inducing..

↪ Everything was destroyed, there wasn't even air to breath out there. To put it simply, it was the end of the world.

↪ And the supposed mastermind behind the killing game had finally shown themselves and it was none other than the Ultimate Supreme Leader himself; Kokichi Ouma.

↪ But the whole story seemed..odd to you. Something about it simply didn't sit right ( especially with the evidence you had gathered while secretly investigating this place ) and in the end you incurred that at least some part of what went down was a lie. ( And you had a sneaking suspicion of which part it was )

↪ You ended up disappearing after that to do some more investigating. You spent the entire evening, night, and following morning digging up what you could. It was a shame it was cut short in one of the worst ways possible..

↪ "A body has been discovered! After a certain amount of time that you can spend however you'd like, the class trial will begin!" You certainly wasn't expecting that. And at a time like this..

↪ You make it to the crime scene soon after that and waste no time investigating. Everyone is certain that Kaito was the one who was murdered, but until you gather the clues and come to a collective verdict at the class trial, nothing is certain. ( Although, there's this sense of dread that's beginning to bubble at the pit of your stomach. You're hoping—praying—that it's not because of what you think it is.. )

↪ And then the class trial comes and for the first time, you were uncertain. You had a possibility or two, but with the clues presented, you weren't sure of anything..

↪ And after a long time of going back forth and around in circles, Kokichi's plan was finally revealed. His true goal was to end the killing game by making an unsolvable case where you aren't able to figure out who was murdered and who was the culprit.

↪ But then new evidence came about. Maki's confession and the video tape along with Shuichi's deductions helped you make a vital connection and that connection helped crack the entire case wide open. ( Because of you, Kokichi's final efforts were in vain.. )

↪ After the trial, no one was happy. I mean, how could they be? The blackened was Kaito. Aside from that, for some reason, you just seemed a little too upset. Something about the entire situation, about Kokichi's entire plan to kill himself for the chance to end this killing game, to stop the suffering, it made your heart sting. It effected you more than you would've liked and Kaito seemed to notice that.

↪ "I know you really liked him, Y/n," He told you, "He really liked you too. He never outright admitted it, but I could tell.. He wouldn't stop talking about ya'! Even..even in his final moments.."

↪ Was that supposed to make you feel better? Because it didn't. All it did was make things worse. You wish he would've just kept that to himself. Kokichi was thinking of you until the very end? What was the point of putting that painful thought into your head? It was unnecessary.

↪ And so, as soon as Kaito's execution was over. You fled the scene, silently but hurriedly. You knew why, but you didn't want to accept it. To accept that you left in such a rush because you couldn't keep your emotions in check..

↪ Ugh, that damn Kokichi! Could he have been anymore selfish? Forcing his way into your life, making you feel such wonderful inconvenient emotions, only to snatch all of it away and leaving you with the miserable feeling of anguish..

↪ He was truly the worst, you thought.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[bones4thecats]

Hii

Can i request a Sayaka Miki (from Madoka Magica) reader w anubis , nostradamus , and Buddha

Where the reader Goes insane (like Sayaka when she was fighting the witch) because she cant feel pain anymore (btw she was fighting in a round of ragnarok) and brutally kills her opponent

And how would the charas reach to their lover doing that and maybe the aftermath where the reader win and maybe how they would confront her

Tyyy

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Anubis, Michel Nostradamus, and Buddha Name: Reader Goes Insane During Their Round and {Character} Comforts Them Requester: Anonymous

A/N: I have decided to make the Reader a God here, just because it made a bunch more sense for some reason. Anyways, Happy New Year everyone! Have a happy 2024, lil bubbles🫧!

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🐶 Anubis knew you weren't the most sane when it came to battles, since he had seen you go against multiple members of the Egyptian Pantheon before this

🐶 But, at those times, you had far more self-control then this, but, he couldn't seem to blame you for it, the human you were fighting, Caligula, was known for his violent outbursts to his people, and you did not like him at all

🐶 Your husband watched as Caligula threw a large spear at you and charged with his Valkyrie in tow, Brunhilde must have hated allowing her sister to bond with that monster

🐶 He observed you throwing yourself onto the side, grabbing the blade and grabbing the male from behind, throwing him onto the ground and stabbing his heart, a sadistic look in your eyes

🐶 You then smirked and whispered something to the human as he faded away and the Gods cheered for your win as Humanity shrugged, they knew what kind of man he was, and they had no shame in his demise

🐶 You were obviously upset with how insane you had gone on the battlefield, and Anubis ran to your side, hugging you as your began to cry into his shoulder, repeating how it was all your fault and Humanity was destined to die

🐶 Anubis sighed and rubbed your back as he carried you to the medical room, you really did care for innocent people. But right now, he knew you needed to focus on yourself, no matter how much you didn't wish too

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🎙️ Michel wasn't exactly the most sane man in history, and he owns up to that whenever you scold yourself for going a hint overboard

🎙️ You were set in a match against the Greek Goddess of Strife and Discord, Eris, who was starting to aggravate everyone in the audience because of how egotistical and cruel she was acting

🎙️ She even claimed after Humanity was gone, she'd get ride of the Gods one-by-one so she would rule supreme

🎙️ Eris had grabbed you by the leg and thrown you against the wall of the arena, causing a butt-load of dust to erupt from the now-broken bricks, and even the Gods were yelling at you to get up, shocking the rest of your fellow Einherjar

🎙️ Your husband smirked as your Valkyrie yelled at you to do something, and when Brunhilde screamed at him on why he was smiling as his S/O was about to die, he just looked at her and answered with a cheeky

" Y/N doesn't give up that easily, just wait~ "

🎙️ You lunged and began to savagely attack the Goddess, causing the whole arena to go silent with fear as your opponent screamed out her final words with so much pain it made dying from blood-loss more fun

🎙️ Michel began to walk to greet you at Humanity's entrance, and when you came up with blood on you and a sad look burning in your eyes, he just patted your head and called the medics over, claiming he'd visit you once your wounds were healed, and he'd bring your favorite food to continue watching the rounds, after all, the next one seemed fun!

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🍭 Buddha knew you were a very level-headed person like himself, and seeing you get angry was a rarity, and besides, whoever saw it most likely never lives to tell how cold your glare was

🍭 Hearing you were going against a traitorous human, specifically the son of Eurydemus of Malis, Ephialtes of Trachis

🍭 You severely disliked the male because of what he did in life, a thing that he had quoted every time he had landed a small hit on your form

🍭 Your husband was watching alongside the rest of Humanity's fighters, and he glared when the man grabbed your arm and swung you off to the side, deeming you a weak woman and that was why Humanity deserved to die, while he deserved life

🍭 Buddha watched you slowly stand up, a dark aura emitting off your so strongly that it even made the Supreme Gods scream out

" Create a barrier around the audience now! She's going crazy! "

🍭 Sasaki Kojiro's eyes widened as you lunged at Ephialtes and began to punch and kick the man, dodging every hit he gave you, and every hit you gave him was either cracking or breaking a bone at a time

🍭 When you came back to reality, Buddha ran out and helped you back to the infirmary, despite the protests of Brunhilde and his fellow fighters

🍭 You were the most important thing to him, and he was not going to let you die on him, not like Jataka did all those centuries ago

🍭 While you healed, you cried into your husband's shoulder, saying how this whole ordeal was a mistake and asked him why the Gods couldn't see the pain this was bringing their creations

🍭 Comforting you, he stayed silent until you fell asleep with your face on his chest. All he did was look down at you and rub your back, whispering in your ear about how Humanity was now one step closer to survival, all thanks to you

[malereadermaniac]

Go to bed ~ Leon Kuwata x Male Reader

Leon trying to flirt word count: 650 m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

It was early in the evening, 9pm sharp

You'd been scrolling mindlessly on tiktok for the past hour

You come across a video you felt you just needed to share, so you post it on your Insta story

Hoping you can making your friends giggle at it

Of course, Sayaka replies to it, and the two of you spiral into a conversation

But halfway through your convo with Sayaka, you get a message from none other than Leon

You and Leon were good friends, you liked the red-head, you went to hid games and cheered him on louder than anyone else

He fucking loved it when he heard your voice in the crowd

Leon had recently realised he had the fattest crush on you, so he did what any reasonable person would do and asked a friend for help

However, that friend he asked was Mondo.

Who encouraged Leon to talk to you as much as he could and to try exert dominance

"Cause a guy like (y/n) would totally love a dominant typa guy ya know?" - verbatim Mondo's advice to Leon

You end your conversation with Sayaka and go check what Leon sent you

It was a short reply to your story

"Go to bed, it's late"

You audibly chuckled, you looked at the time on your phone

It was barely 9:30

What the hell was Leon on to be going to bed so early?

"Bro it's 9:30 it's so early wdym???"

"This is actually late for me, I go to bed at 9 pm, its much better for you yk"

"Oh really now?"

"Yeah, clearly why I'm so much healthier and better than you"

Oh no...

Leon clearly misunderstood the kind of dominance Mondo meant.

....

....

"(Y/n)? You still there?"

You left him on seen again and then shut off your phone

"Oi (y/n)!"

"Shit please dont ignore me."

"I'm sorry okay"

"(Y/nnnnn)"

Leon was panicking, spam texting you as you put your phone on silent and went to bed

Guess he achieved his goal of getting you to go to bed

But he pissed you off while doing so

Truthfully you didn't care, Leon was ditzy from time to time and didn't think before he spoke

You were used to it

But you took up the opportunity to make the man frantic

You weren't thick, you knew the baseball player was crushing on you

And you were crushing on him too, hard

So knowing that Leon was now worrying that he messed up his chances with you gave you a sick pleasure - you didn't care if it was just the tiniest bit toxic

The next morning you woke up well rested

Your phone now plastered with message notifications from a certain ginger

You open them and send one quick message

"Oops I fell asleep sorry... Guess you are better than me for that haha ❤️"

Leon stopped in his tracks when he read that message, toothpaste falling out of his mouth as he froze

The sportsman quickly finished brushing his teeth and screenshot the message

Sending it to Mondo, frantically messaging him

"WHAT DOES THE HEART MEAN OMFG WHAT???"

"AHHHHH"

"HFHFJFHSJDNDN"

"Dude chill.... he defo fucks with u" mondo replies half asleep

Leon short-circuits, mindlessly changing as thoughts of a relationship with you fly through his head

He was like a schoolgirl, but he had reason to, in his eyes you were the finest of men

"Good morning~" you say with a smile as you sit down next to the muscular man

"Hey, beautiful~" he mumbles flirtily

"Oh? That's a new one?"

"Yeahhh figured I should up my game if I wanna get with you by the end of the year"

Holy shit you were shocked just how much that one heart emoji riled the ginger up

"Hold your horses, BallBoy... who said I was getting with you?" You tease him

"Oh just you wait, (n/n)..."

Short but eh whatevs!!

This has happened to me before - I doubt he meant it as anything but I just remember the situation while writing this and wtaf...

Anyway hope u enjoyed!

[yanderecrazysie]

Vision of Love (Yandere Chihiro)

You really like Junko’s sister Reader XD Also, I think you meant to be anonymous, so I made it anonymous

Title: Vision of Love

Pairings: Chihiro Fujisaki x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, reader thinks Chihiro is a girl, AU

Summary: Chihiro is the only person you can rely on.

“The love that came to be

Feel so alive

I'm so thankful that I've received

The answer that Heaven has sent down to me”

-From “Vision of Love” by Mariah Carey

Chihiro was fine with playing pretend as long as you were involved. 

He doubted you would be as clingy with him if you knew the truth about his gender. He originally had hid his true identity to avoid being bullied, but it had come in handy when you came to him searching for comfort.

Your sisters had been in the class above you until they were revealed to be Ultimate Despairs. When the next year rolled around and word spread that another Enoshima was entering the school, everyone was on edge. Would there be a third Ultimate Despair?

But then, you appeared.

Your head was bowed most of the time and you avoided eye contact. You fiddled with your fingers and spoke in such a small voice anytime someone addressed you. The school slowly relaxed. Surely, if you were another Ultimate Despair, you’d have more confidence like Junko or toughness like Mukuro. 

Chihiro began to notice little things about you. Things that made him realize that maybe you had suffered just as much as the school had at the hands of the Ultimate Despairs.

For one, you were touch-starved. All Chihiro had to do was play up his role a little and you were putty in his hands. He was just a touchy friend and you? You ate it up. You melted into every hug, you gladly held his hand, and you cuddled up to him without a second thought.

He wanted to tell you that he was really a boy. He wanted you to see him not as a female friend, but as a potential partner. 

But how to bring it up? Wouldn’t you feel betrayed?

It didn’t help that all the other girls in your class and several in his own year were growing closer to you. So close that he found his position as “best friend” threatened on more than one occasion. He was starting to panic.

To take the edge off, he found himself turning to less savory means to feel closer to you. He had finished Alter Ego and, when you had trusted him with your purse while you used the bathroom, he had taken your phone and installed a version of Alter Ego in it.

Every text you sent, every call you made… Chihiro knew it all.

He jolted out of his reverie when you wrapped your arms around his own. It was perfect the way you clung to him like you needed him, all because he was kind to you. But there was the problem of how to get rid of the other girls.

He wasn’t going to do anything too extreme, but there had to be a way. His eyes flickered to where Sayaka and Hina leaned against the wall, giggling.

“They’re talking about you, you know,” the words slipped out of Chihiro’s mouth before he even realized he’d thought them.

“What?” Your eyes widened as you followed his gaze, “What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s because you’re the Ultimate Despairs’ sister,” Chihiro had never thought he was good at lying, but it was as though it came as second nature when he spoke to you, “The conversation came up again recently and pretty much everyone is talking about you behind your back. I’ve told them to knock it off, but no one listens to someone like me.” He gave his best pitiful expression, looking up at you as though he truly were helpless.

You looked distraught, tears filling your eyes as you choked out, “I thought everyone had moved past that…”

Chihiro’s heart clenched at the sight of your distress, but he pressed onwards, “I’m so sorry, (Y/n),” he pulled you into a hug, “I didn’t want to upset you, but you should know the truth. Not everyone cares for you as much as I do.”

He felt you go boneless in the hug and he tightened his grip, “It’ll be okay, I’m here for you.”

He reluctantly let you go and watched as you wiped tears off on your sleeve. Even when crying, you were beautiful.

“I’m going to the bathroom to wash up,” you whispered. Chihiro waved as you scurried away.

He watched you disappear before pulling out his phone.

“Alter Ego?” He whispered. The animated version of himself popped up on the screen. Chihiro smiled at it.

“I need you to fake some texts from Sayaka and Hina,” Chihiro said with a smile, “When this is over, all (Y/n) will have is me.”

[lilac-5ky]

Roommates from Hell, pt.2 (Toji x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 2: 2912

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A/N: Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed the first part of the story! I'll do my best to update every 1-2 weeks and to keep things interesting. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome, and if anyone wants to be notified for updates, drop your name in the comments and I'll gladly tag your @.

Warning: Flashback, mentions of violence, blood, and sex toys (odd combo, I know)

2…9…1…2

Deft fingers punched in the numbers on the door’s keypad, a practiced crescendo of beeps and bops granting you access to your flat. Hesitant fingers that dropped to the handle, but refused to push forward, instead anchoring you there. Not yet, you mumbled, your eyes squeezing shut as soon as your forehead hit the frame.

Today has been a long day. So long that you barely had a moment to process the line of rapid escalations as it brought you to this very doorstep, with the ghost of your former scarf dangling from your neck. Some people would rather be glued to the little screens of their little phones than discipline their eight-year-old brats who, for some reason, thought playing tug of war with others’ scarves while they busted their gut to make a leaving to be of utmost entertainment.

Some people ought to keep their genes to themselves, you exasperated, untying the fabric from your neck and then balled it inside your bag, zipping the bunny across the seam.

The bunny…

Toji…

It was becoming a habit of yours to follow up his name with a sigh. Sometimes a sigh that meant “What am I going to do with you?” and others coming from a place of deep longing and frustration, meaning “What am I going to do without you?”

He said he’d be home after “snipping some loose ends,” which in his dictionary either referred to him breaking some poor woman’s heart, or quite literally stabbing some equally unfortunate man’s heart out of his body at his job’s demand. Depending on the plausibility of each scenario, you were given a minimum of four and a maximum of six hours to try and make sense of his actions and devise a plan to make this cohabitation work.

You licked your lips for the millionth time that day, gnawing at the chapped flesh with the edge of your teeth. No lip balm could aspire to salvage their sorry-ass state, aggravated by the low temperatures and honed by your continuous munching on them. You’d become so conscious of their existence, that it seemed as if you were trying hard to erase it before he had the chance to realize his goal of kissing them— even when that was a common goal shared by the both of you.

The taste of metal pooled in the hollow of your mouth, your teeth sinking a tad too deep. There wasn’t much reason to keep contemplating that which never happened and that which, perhaps, would never come. You wiped your shoes on the crooked doormat (was it always crooked?) and walked inside, your legs nearly giving out at the sight of two knees dangling from your beloved couch’s armrest.

“Woah, keep it down, won’t ya?”

None other than the voice of Toji reprimanded you as you screamed at the top of your lungs. His body was spilled across your couch, the expanse of muscles barely fitting upon the three azure-colored pillows. A soda —your soda— nested in his palm, while a bag of empty potato chips —your chips— lay on the kotatsu.

“What the hell are you doing here?!?” A trembling hand reached out to where your heart supposedly was, checking whether it was still in its place.

“Watching some travel show about Chikura,” he answered, unfazed and undisturbed. “You like abalone, right? Why don’t we-”

“I’m asking, how the fuck did you get in here?”

“Oh, that,” Toji smirked, lowering the TV’s volume just when the travel host was about to devour a platter full of steaming hot seafood—mouthwatering enough to divert your attention for a second. “Sayaka let me in.”

“Sa-yaka…?”

“Flat hair, narrow eyes— kinda like Izumi Pinko. Walks around with a cane twice her size. Rings a bell?”

“Talking about Ogawa-san?” you asked, a caricature of your crabby landlady taking shape before your very eyes. “She never lets in anyone without a key, though. Last time I forgot mine, she acted as if she didn’t know me and went right past. Had to phone a locksmith,” you sighed, murmuring under your breath about the extravagant sum of money you were forced to pay. “How did you do it? Convince her to open up?”

“How else ya think?” His chin rotated leisurely atop his knuckles.

“You can’t be serious! Y-you fucked her?” Your eyes went wide like saucers, the notion sounding both feasible and surreal.

His smirk sharpened into a sly grin as he stood up, a slight slouch on his shoulders carrying him to your eye level. You couldn’t exactly look away from this proximity, so you began quietly analyzing him. The tight-fitting black tee and baggy training pants that greatly accentuated his hips and shoulders; his work outfit. The overgrown hair that curtained the dark circles of his eyes; evidence of a sleepless night. The absence of scent, not even of dirt, sweat, or struggle. He must’ve actually been working on a bounty, you deduced, your final thought of rationale as he invaded the last bit of personal space you’d left.

“You really think the worst of me, huh?” His tongue circled his lips, prompting yours to do the same as you sheepishly shook your head, the sultry sound of his voice as hypnotizing as his hooded green eyes were.

“You think I go ‘round spreading the legs of everything that moves?” Toji asked again, his tone growing more condescending by the second. “ ‘fraid that ain’t the case, princess. I’m not into goodwill. Don’t do things without merit, either. She asked who I was, got all perky when I said I’m moving in, and then handed me these,” he paused, throwing a bundle of creased envelopes at your feet.

You kneeled awkwardly, seeking the sender’s origin in each logo seal. Water company. Electricity company. Phone company. Insurance company. Even the bills from that one debit card Hinata issued in your name in case of an emergency.

“Could say I paid my way in,” he scoffed, his eyes searching for an inkling of appreciation that he failed to find in your stubborn squint.

“I could’ve handled these myself.”

“Thought you’d say this, that’s why I saved this one,” he tossed another, smaller yellow-tinted paper onto the pile. “Eviction notice. My, you have it quite hard, don’tcha?”

“I don’t need classes on financial handling from someone whose living conditions are entirely dependent on ‘the bimbo of the week’,” you snapped, rising back to your feet with the bills in hand.

Maybe things were a bit tighter these past few months than you’d accounted for, but you weren’t like him. Sooner or later, you paid all expenses through sheer work and effort— a concept foreign to him, who’d rather be thrown into the streets than save a dime.

You weren’t like Toji. Not one bit. You knew that if he hadn’t run into your landlady, you would have definitely paid all your debts off in a month’s time or two, even if that meant devolving your breakfast’s nutritional value to that of instant ramen. You could take care of yourself, just like you’d done for 14 years now. He had no right to interfere because, come next month, you’d—

But the overdue deadlines at the top of each paper spoke louder than your inner thoughts and bravado did. The next month would never come for you. Not in this house, at least.

Defeated, you unfolded the paper, straightening the creases your fingernails had helped create. You hated feeling this way— indebted. The last thing you wanted was for this to turn into just another transactional relationship with an expiration date dependent on the other’s wage.

“Thank you, and,” you mumbled, your stare hiking up his body and stopping at his chest —right about where the difference in your height manifested— “….sorry, I guess. Just thought that with the way you look, and all that-”

“The way I look…?” A winsome smile tugged at his dimples, his left hand weaving through his hair as if he were oblivious to how effortlessly attractive he appeared in his work clothes, every single crevice of his body visible under the little piece of fabric.

“N-never mind.” You tore your eyes away, cheeks flushing bright red at thoughts a friend shouldn’t be having. “How was work?”

“Pretty dead,” he shrugged, using the same hand to rub some of the tension around the crook of his neck. “Don’t see a real challenge rising until that Gojo kid hatches from his egg. Rest die like flies.”

As a regular person with about an average percentage of cursed energy running through your system, you had little understanding of the mystical world of Jujutsu and its sorcerers, all the information you had acquired being bits and pieces that Toji had shared with you over the years. He never went into too much detail about his job but never hid anything either. He killed sorcerers with the same ease he spread butter on his bread.

You really didn’t understand much, and perhaps the keywords “kills for a living” ought to ring an alarm or two, but an outsider like you who didn’t abide by their rules had no right judging those who broke them. Besides, with the way his family had disposed of him as if he were a chewed piece of gum stuck on the back of their sole, things weren’t as black and white as one would assume.

“Gojo, you say,” the name sounding awfully familiar on your tongue. “Is that one of the three big clans?”

Toji nodded, his arms folding over his chest. “Special grade when he ain’t grown any pubes yet,” he scoffed, voice twisting in an unnatural way that could have tricked you into thinking he was jealous of the young boy.

“Are you gonna kill him?”

His brows knitted together, clearly not expecting such bluntness. “Question is, can I? Answer being, for the right price,” the frown he wore subdued into a crooked smile. “maybe. Kid should fetch one good wad of cash. I’m sure many want the six eyes out of the picture.”

Six eyes?

“Just make sure you save some of it,” you mindlessly said, eyes dancing around the room for the first time since you’d entered the house.

There were no real signs of his presence. The duffel bag seemed to be nowhere in sight either. Only his shoes were left by the door right next to yours, a sign you’d completely missed upon entering.

“What happened to your things, by the way? Don’t see ‘em.”

“Took the liberty of sorting them out,” Toji said. “You had a lot more empty space than you made it sound earlier.”

Somehow that statement terrified you— not because you were some overbearing control freak who didn’t want others interfering with their stuff, but because you feared the misplaced items he might have found casually lying around, providing him with all the excuse he needed to tease you to an excruciatingly slow and shameful death.

You went on a parade through the rooms, Toji following in your steps like a well-trained puppy, letting you freely inspect the new “changes”.

In the living room, you spotted a pair of dumbbells lying by the window, heavy enough that when you tried to pick one of them up, it resulted in one loud, unintentional shriek as your feet were nearly crushed, much to Toji’s vile amusement. Then in the bathroom, you found a second toothbrush that shared the exact same color yours did, along with a black fuzzy towel and a men’s deodorant that was missing its lid. You’d have to get another cup for his toothbrush, you noted, and moved along, eventually making it to your apartment’s sole bedroom.

“Where are your clothes?” you asked, Toji nodding in your closet’s direction.

You opened the first door, finding a series of dark-colored shirts, sweaters, and cardigans hanging from the previously vacant racks. You didn’t wear much color yourself, but when comparing the disparity between his almost exclusively black side of the space and the creamier pastels that predominated yours, the clash in taste was indisputable.

Absentmindedly, you run your fingers through his clothes, stopping at the dark blue parka you’d gotten him for his 21st birthday. He wasn’t the type to keep gifts from women, but seeing he’d preserved yours in mint condition filled you with a strange sense of pride.

“Not bad,” you exclaimed, satisfied with how aptly his clothes were displayed until a new worry surfaced. “What about your underwear?”

He glanced toward the bottom drawer, his instep gently kicking against it. You weren’t too sure if that was necessary, and under different circumstances, you’d rather avoid such overt embarrassment, but this was your house first and foremost. Your closet, your drawer, and—

“The bottom drawer…?” The realization struck like a ton of bricks, your pupils widening and then trembling as a breath hitched up your throat, remaining there.

The bottom drawer is where you kept it, perhaps the only thing in this entire household that you’d rather he didn’t see, at the cost of your own life, even. A rabbit, whose little ears tapped in excitement every time it saw you. A rabbit vastly different from the ones that hopped around happily in fields or the one that was weaved through the zipper of your handbag. A rabbit that had kept you company in his place many nights and knew the sound of his name better than Toji himself did.

Sinking to your knees, you felt his shadow loom over you like the shadow of imminent death. You let go of that breath and yanked the drawer open, eyes squinting at the sight of neatly stacked black boxers, their size big enough to make you arch a brow, yet not big enough to completely conceal 6 inches of hot pink. You were safe.

“Looking for this?” A light buzz rang in your ear, your head tilting to meet Toji’s namesake.

“G-give it back!” You dived forward, gracelessly collapsing at his feet when he pulled it out of reach.

“Come and get it,” Toji retorted, wiggling it before your very eyes.

Piecing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you pounced at him, fingers locking around the silicone and his hand, while he refused to surrender, his thrilled expression revealing just how much he enjoyed the demand in your tone as you bossed him into handing back the vibrator.

“What will I get in return?”

“Wha— why would you get anything?” You gritted your teeth, stumbling forward as he dragged you to him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he shook his forefinger playfully. “Finders keepers, losers weepers. If ya really want it, better compensate me first. Oh, look, it has multiple speeds, huh….” he said semi-impressed, revving up the rabbit’s switch to its second and third speeds.

“…What do you want?” You practically begged, seeking a way out of this humiliation.

“Now we talking,” Toji smirked, barely restraining himself from ruffling the hair of the ferocious, albeit cute, beast that attacked him. “2912. What do the numbers mean? Tried your birthday first, but seems like you do have a few brain cells in there,” he tapped at your temple with his free hand, frustration pooling in your eyes. “Then your mom’s death anniversary, your sis’ birthday, that brat’s too— even mine, but no good.

“So, what’s 2912 to you? Indulge me, and I’ll let you have it.”

2912, or more accurately, 29/12. It didn’t surprise you that he didn’t remember. After all, it wasn’t an important date, just another winter’s day from many, many years ago. A day that was all but erased under the thick blanket of snow as it engulfed your tender memories.

A heavy sigh parted your lips, and at that moment, you knew you’d already lost.

“You really wanna know?”

It was the 27th of December.

The 27th morning of a month whose sole notable event was the week-long blizzard that’d condemned the entire nation to a period of absolute and unfaltering inertia. Well, as unfaltering as the in-between downpours let it be, snow washing over the streets in a diluted mixture of ice and mud every two days— streets turning into a dangerous minefield, and hospital beds quickly filling up with broken-boned smarty pants who thought wandering out and about in the heart of winter would be as inconsequential as those dull days were.

You were one of those idiots. Not quite, but you were on your way to join their ranks, every step you took across the frozen pavements of Tokyo threatening to leave you with a bad case of a sprained ankle, or worse, a cracked skull. You regretted wearing those worn-out boots today of all days, but then again, your wardrobe choices were limited to whatever clothing you’d grown out of, and the clothes your mother left behind.

This old suede pair was hers, too. A gift from back when your house was still open to crowds and birthday parties— when it wasn’t just an empty carcass of termite-eaten joists and web-infested corners that could barely welcome, let alone host, the final of its residents: yourself.

Returning to the reason why you’d chosen today as the day to stride across Shibuya —a thermos of soothing Butajiru soup gripped tightly between your mitten-clad palms and a backpack full of advertising fliers for your afternoon job attached to your back— and consequentially, the reason why you sported your mother’s beloved shoes: you had a job interview. Your first non-canceled interview in over two months since your personal inertia began when you were suddenly and unjustifiably laid off.

Those were tough times. The entire country was dipped in despair over the biggest economic recession they’d known. Left and right, people had their jobs snatched from within their grasp in the name of meek excuses such as cost reduction, or merging and buyouts, or even staff redundancy, and who could blame those small enterprise owners, really?

In any case, the cost of running your previous employer’s rathole of a convenience store might have been reduced, but your living expenses weren’t, and the supplementary funds the state provided were running dry. No one wanted to hire an inexperienced, uninsured high schooler. It was too much of a gamble, especially when the contenders were overqualified college graduates desperate enough to work menial jobs for the same breadcrumbs a part-timer would.

You were at your wit’s end. Out of luck and starved for something other than vending machine onigiri. Thirsty for a life you’d probably never be able to obtain. But today wasn’t about wallowing in self-pity. No, today was the day you’d take your first step toward normality and dignity. Today, you marched proudly in your mother’s most prized possession, and today you felt her comforting scent linger in the breeze, giving you the much-needed push to achieve what you’d set out to do.

Live. That was the final request that left her lips, and that was exactly what you were planning to do. You’d live. No matter what, against all odds, you would live.

The headlights at the bustling intersection shone a brilliant green as the herd of sharply dressed businessmen and casually dressed students on their day off pushed forward like a troop of toy soldiers, sweeping you past Shibuya River, where the crystallized waters from below its bridge stilled your grimacing reflection.

It’d been so long since the last time you’d genuinely smiled that your facial muscles barely remembered how to. It looked awkward and forced. Foreign. You’d practiced your introduction days ahead, but that damn smile stood in the way. If only there was a “smiles for dummies” playbook, though you doubted it’d help. Those without a reason to smile could only second-guess the happiness of those who were blessed with it.

As if to further test your theory, today’s misfortune came pedaling right in your direction, a hasty biker knocking the thermos off your hands and onto the water with a faint “sorry” echoing in his stead. You ducked over the handrail, spotting the silver shine a couple of meters away from the river’s brink. You sighed in relief, grateful that the impact hadn’t shattered the ice and that you still had about 45 minutes to catch your interview— more than enough time for you to carry out your flask’s impromptu rescue operation.

You walked over to the bridge’s sideline, where, in place of stairs, an overgrown cherry tree cast its shadow. This was far from sensible, but the cliff wasn’t steep enough to dissuade you. You looped your scarf around a leaning branch and began your descent, the non-existent friction between your tattered soles and the slippery cement sending you to meet your maker as you tumbled down the slope and hit the ground. Shit.

Once you were done lamenting your sheer idiocy, your faulty shoes, the tree branch, the weather forecast, and every Shinto deity’s name you could remember off the top of your head, you pushed yourself onto your knees, carefully rotating each ankle around itself. Not broken. Thank those aforementioned gods you cursed, or else you’d never be able to afford the medical bills.

You shook the snow off your clothes and stood up, stretching both arms over your head, only to realize your blunder had become a lonesome spectator’s object of amusement. The man —assuming that the creature behind you was a man and not some wild beast with the way his jacket fluffed over his skull— was bent in half, knees to his chest, and arms coiled around, the sole distinctive trait that of his sparkling green eyes zeroing in on your plainer orbs.

You could have sworn you heard a chuckle, too, but you weren’t about to start a fight with some unhinged bum at the bottom of a bridge— not when you were one missed bill away from sharing his fate.

Deciding to temporarily forsake his presence, you located the now broken branch and attempted to fish your bottle out, moving as close to the ice as you could. Desperate lunges pushed the thermos further in, your hold on the wood relaxing with each failed attempt until you barely had a grip.

“Excuse me!” you turned at your last resort. “Hi, um… could you please help me out here? I dropped this into the water, and it’s really important I get it back, but my arms can’t reach and the ice is so thin and slippery I just might fall.”

An uncomfortable chuckle failed to appease its tough crowd, with the man remaining lost in his thoughts, his eyes blinking slower than traffic lights during rush hours. It seemed like you’d found the worst person to exercise your communication skills with.

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

“Shut up.”

It was your turn to blink in surprise, your jaw dropping at the man’s barking. You were too shocked to be offended and too offended to question if it was you he addressed, but his next sentence left no real room for misunderstanding.

“I said, shut the fuck up and take it elsewhere. You were the one who dropped it. If it was that important to you, then shoulda taken better care of it instead of avalanching your way down here and disturbing my peace.”

Clapping your hands over your agape mouth, you muttered an apology and faced away from him, coming to your senses a minute later when you realized you weren’t in the wrong. Sure, he could be dealing with some lachrymose life-shattering situation you knew nothing about, but that wasn’t an excuse for him to act like a complete jerk to a fellow stranger in need.

You weren’t sure why you held back from flipping him off. Maybe you’d accepted that dealing with douchebags was going to become part of your new reality as a service worker, or maybe it was because you really didn’t want any trouble with a guy who looked this intimidating even while seated. Either way, you whipped out your trusty branch again and neared the brink, this time using it as a cane to help you tread the frozen waters and snatch your thermos.

You didn’t even get a chance at a victorious cheer when you felt the ice shatter beneath your feet, eager to swallow you into the depths of its bottomless abyss. Or that’s what would have happened if the river didn’t cap at 2 meters, and if a hand didn’t yank you by the scruff of your neck, hurling you back to the shore as if you weighed no more than a snowflake.

“The hell you think you are doing? Got a death wish or something?” the brass voice of your savior accused, belonging to a much more pleasant and youthful face than one would have expected.

The boy was more or less your age, about a head taller with broad shoulders and a toned physique his baggy clothes undermined— much stronger than your average high-schooler, judging by the sheer strength he’d flung your body with. Messy raven black hair rained down to his ears, sloppily chopped into shape by their owner himself. Eyes as green as a thousand springs gone by, and as fiery as the blazing fury scorching them. The only discord in his features was that of a scar on the right side of his lips, begrudgingly moving with each profanity he spat.

Your second apology came as a knee-jerk reaction to his outburst, encouraged by the temporal trance his good looks had subjected you to. You wouldn’t say you had a type, and even if you did, you doubted that a no-good, rude bridge inhabitant was it. However, the only way for you to tear your gaze off of him was to physically force yourself away. The guy murmured something under his breath and moved back to his original spot, arms dangling over his spread thighs.

You were unsure of what to do. The time for your interview was closing in, and no one guaranteed he wouldn’t rip the vocal cords off your throat if you tried to verbally thank him. You had a very bad feeling about this guy, and perhaps you should have listened to your gut rather than nullifying the distance with a peace offering.

“Here,” you prodded a spare cup of soup into the empty space between you.

He arched a brow at your gesture, his irritation gradually melting into curiosity and then acceptance as he brought the cup to his lips and took a hesitant sip.

“Hmm,” he hummed, gulping down some more after he’d made sure you weren’t trying to poison him.

You expected something else to follow, but it seemed like his outburst exhausted his vocabulary. You could always ask what he thought of it, but the thought alone was as scary as going for another suicide dive. So you said nothing, and he did the same. Just two strangers who barely tolerated each other sharing a moment of silence in the snowy landscape.

A short while later, the boy shoved the cup toward you and dug his hand in his jacket’s front pocket, dropping about six crumpled ten-thousand yen bills at your feet.

“For the soup,” he explained as if the notion of spending such an extravagant sum on half a cup of pork loin soup made sense.

“Are you outta your mind?” You pushed the bills back at him, lest your greed take over. “How much do you think this cost to make?”

“Dunno,” he shrugged, no real hurry to reclaim his cash.

Your initial impression was completely false. No bum would ever wave ten-thousand bills around as if they were nothing. No, this guy ought to at least be some troubled conglomerate heir that’d run away from his five-bedroom mansion.

“I’m sure you don’t know how dangerous this neighborhood is,” you said, placing your hand against your heart. “But as a born and raised local, allow me to say that if you keep flaunting wads of cash in people’s faces so recklessly, it won’t be long before you get mugged. It’s your lucky day you ran into me and not some sleazy money grabber, but trust me, not every day’s lucky, and not everyone’s as nice.”

Something about what you said must have resonated with him, considering his frown cracked into a simper.

“I’d like to see them try,” he spoke in a cocky tone that reeked of confidence. “How much for seconds then?”

“Not for sale,” you answered, throwing the thermos inside your backpack.

His weight shifted in your direction, chin balancing against his elbow. “Why not?”

“You see, I’m on my way to a job interview. Figured if I don’t cut it, then the soup will,” quickly adding, “It’s my trump card.”

“What a dumb plan,” he sneered. “If ya wanna bribe someone, better make an offer they can’t refuse. Couple of these work like a charm.”

He waved the money again, successfully drawing your interest when you noticed tiny splotches of red on one of the bills. Blood.

Picking up on the change in your expression, he hurriedly stuffed the cash inside his pocket, his thumbs sticking out in a relaxed grip so as to hide his discomfort. The air grew heavy once more, albeit for a different reason.

Every guess you’d made regarding this guy’s identity clashed with the next one. He was rude, but he’d jumped to your rescue. He looked unkempt yet strikingly handsome. He’d taken refuge under a bridge but was damn loaded. A walking (more like seated) contradiction of a man that intrigued you in more ways than he repulsed you.

“So, what are you doing out here? Did you also fall from up there?” You chuckled nervously while pointing upward.

He smiled.

“That’s a pretty old-school pickup line, if ya ask me.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Your chest pounded against your fleece jacket, hands quick to dispute him. “Did something happen? Why did you end up here?”

He shook his head.

“Did you run away from home?”

He shook his head again.

“Did you get into a fight with someone?”

He thought about shaking his head a third time, but instead, he opted for a groan and hissed about how he should have let you drown.

Your tongue embarrassed you yet again, as you mumbled an apology and cowered in your corner. For some reason, you couldn’t stop apologizing to him, and if that was enough to frustrate you, then it was definitely enough to annoy him. Maybe the time to leave had come. You’d done your part in thanking him, and it was really none of your business to pry into his sad character backstory.

“Well then. It was nice knowing you, and all. Hope you have a Happy New Year’s and a nice life, and let’s never see each other again for as long as we-”

“What if I told you I just killed someone?”

The blood in your veins froze for a reason separate from the cold. You were left staring at him with wide-open eyes and a wide-open mouth that refused to form anything other than a soundless “What?!”

“Thought so,” he scoffed as if he expected the outcome, sorrow lingering in his voice. “Go away if ya don’t wanna end up the same way. I’m still getting the hang of it, and I’m afraid it’d hurt more than drowning.”

But you didn’t leave. Even when that little voice of reason thrashed and begged for you to seize the opportunity and get the fuck away from this place, your legs refused to take another step. Instead, you settled back upon the snowy blanket and stilled your gaze on his face, watching a glimmer of something tune in the green of his eyes.

“W-Who was it?” You feigned calmness.

“Does it matter?” he shrugged.

“Why did you kill him?”

“Does it really matter?” he sighed, reconsidering his answer. “Dunno. Money, I guess. Not as if I had a personal grudge or anything. Didn’t even know the dude up until three days ago. Took him out with a single bullet to his brain. T’was instant since he didn’t move. Painless, too.” He tried to humanize his actions.

You weren’t entirely sold on his story, but on the off chance he was telling the truth, that made him a murderer and you a witness to his crime. Worse, if you didn’t rat on him, it made you an accomplice, and as far as you were concerned, neither was less illegal than the other.

Your hands cupped your mouth completely as you pretended to blow hot air, the reality being that you didn’t want to spew anything too backhanded before thinking things through. Oddly, it all made sense. The reason he sat down there like a puppy kicked by his owners. His devil-may-care attitude and rude comments that meant to throw you off. The blood on the bills and the stain on the hem of his jacket that you’d previously overlooked.

That was all the incriminating evidence one needed to possibly sentence him, and yet you sensed no real danger in his presence. Only a deep sadness that stemmed from his lifeless eyes, making you believe that his so-called victim was none other than himself. He looked as if he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep in God knows how long, the light in his eyes reduced to a murky shade of jade now that everything was laid bare.

There was so much you didn’t know about this boy, his name included. But you knew that look of despair all too well. If it was because of money, then maybe, just this once, you wouldn’t mind giving him the benefit of the doubt.

“How much did you make?” You lowered your palms.

Your question surprised him more than he thought possible, and his stupefied expression was a telltale sign of that. He flipped both pockets inside out and let the money fall onto the snow, revealing twice the amount he’d held before— a total of 120.000 yen.

“Minus a grand. Felt hungry after,” he admitted.

“Must be nice… With that amount of money, I could have rice to last me until the end of the year.”

“You’d kill for rice…?”

Glancing at his face, you couldn’t help yourself from snorting. You were both too deep inside the twilight zone to be questioning each other’s motives.

“Why act surprised? People like us do all sorts of things to get out of our predicaments, don’t we?” you asked, deciding there were more things you had in common than things that divided you. “Is ‘just money’ a better reason than rice?”

“Nah,” he shook his head. “But if I were you, I’d get myself a pair of boots that ain’t a death trap of its own. Gotta be a special kind of idiot to wear crappy shoes in the snow.”

“These were my mother’s!” you objected, and he smirked. “What about you? Where do you plan on spending all that money?”

“Roppongi probably. Or Kabukicho. Heard the right price fetches you the right type of fun there.”

He couldn’t be serious. Those were two of the most renowned bad districts in the history of bad districts. Drugs, gambling, prostitution— you name it.

“How old are you again?”

“Older than you,” he childishly retorted.

“What’s your name?”

“So you can snitch?” His tongue wet the scar below his bottom lip. “Toji.”

“Last name?”

He contemplated his answer for a bit before proudly stating that he didn’t have one —that he didn’t need one— and then he asked you the same.

“Y/N.” You smiled faintly. “I do have a last name, but doubt the one who gave it wants me to have it. Would’ve asked it back if it had any real value.”

“So we are two fuck-ups,” he— Toji, declared.

“I suppose we are.”

The two of you shared a quiet laugh, the kind that wasn’t heard but felt through the eyes of two kindred spirits entirely content with each other’s presence. Ever since your mother passed, you lived in a sphere separate from other people. Your classmates and those who tried to be your friends could afford the luxury of sharing takoyaki on a school day and going karaoke singing the next. They could attend field trips and leave memories on a string of Polaroid frames.

You didn’t. You couldn’t. There wasn’t a single moment in your life when you hadn’t thought about the cost of milk and the value of one-plus-one deals you convinced yourself you didn’t need. Such were the concerns you had at seventeen. Not boys, no friendships, no university entrance exams, no nothing. You couldn’t afford the price tag of a dream, let alone a tomorrow. You lived for today and for making ends meet, so how could someone like you ever aspire to be understood? How could you ever view yourself as something other than the zeros at the bottom of your meager paycheck?

Your self-exile had no room for others, yet somehow, this foul-mouthed stranger had barged his way in and given you a moment that you couldn’t price. A moment that neither loan sharks nor the bank could ever steal. A moment of your youth.

The thick fingers of a calloused hand came to tap at your knee softly, making you wonder whether you’d missed something during your short period of contemplation.

“When’s the interview?” Toji asked.

“Uhm.” You rolled your sleeve to check your watch. “Ten minutes? There’s still time; the place’s right around the corner.”

“Somethin’ tells me getting your ass over there will take longer than that.” Suddenly, the hand that was on your leg hovered above your head, prompting you to grab it as Toji towered over you. “Let’s go.”

“You coming with?”

“You think I’d rather sit down here like some bridge troll that reels in defenseless damsels in distress?”

You were tempted to answer “yes” to see his reaction, but he resumed talking before you could utter a word. “Won’t say it again. Let’s go.”

And with that, you followed Toji to the other end of the bridge, where the stairs you previously failed to locate mocked you with every little squeak your heels produced, until you stood back at the top of civilization, finding it, unsurprisingly, the same as you’d left it. Thoroughly white and eerily quiet.

Just as you thought your ways would part, Toji took your hand in his rather forcefully and picked up a steady gait that you were made to keep up with, your shoes leaving deep imprints in the snow.

He held your hand all the way to the diner, and although you were truly curious as to why he did that, you didn’t dare ask. You walked side by side in silence, occasional fleeting gazes catching his warm breath clashing with the cold. It was then that you realized how warm his palm felt, despite it being all bare. Warm, strong, and certain. So this is what holding a guy’s hand feels like, you giddily mused.

By the time you reached the front door, you were more reluctant to let go than you’d been to grab his hand, thinking that this was the first and last time the two of you were saying goodbye. Sweat made your fingers slippery. You were anxious. You slid your mittens off your fingers and, on a whim, pressed them tight against his palms, making him the recipient of the first gift you’d ever given. He shot the pink-colored wool a funny look —maybe because the prospect of him accepting such a girly-looking accessory puzzled him— and then lingered for a moment or two before he turned around and waved at you over his shoulder.

“Aren’t you gonna wish me good luck?” You asked when the distance between you began to increase.

“You won’t need it,” you heard him say. “The soup will do.”

And with those final words exchanged, you traded the frigid cold for the diner’s artificial heat and the presence of a prospective friend for that of your boss-to-be.

Just like Toji predicted, you didn’t need luck, and you didn’t need that lukewarm soup either. The man hired you almost as fast as he saw you, sternly announcing that you start come Monday. You thanked him from the bottom of your heart and ran back outside, searching through the various white-painted buildings for that stubborn hint of black you’d not too long ago parted with— which you quickly spotted a couple of alleyways ahead.

“I got the job! You hear me, Toji?” You yelled in utter glee, sensibility alone keeping you from springing upward like a jack-in-the-box. “I’m not a fuck-up anymore; I got it! I got the job!”

You weren’t even sure whether that shadow really belonged to him and whether he’d actually made sense of all your frantic cries, but maybe if you’d hushed a little, then you could have heard a distant voice chiming, “I knew you would.”

It was the 27th of December when we first met, but it was on the 29th that I fell in love with you— the scruffy boy with the snow-laced hair and emptied pockets who ordered the cheapest fries off the menu as my company’s fee.

You had your answer locked and loaded— a trigger waiting to be pulled. A clear shot. One bullet was all it’d take to end it. One word, and the farce you called friendship would fizzle right then and there. A sadistic impulse uncoiled deep within your stomach, hitching up your throat like a vile serpent of temptation spurring your chaste tongue to commit the greatest sin imaginable.

I hate being your friend. I don’t want to do this anymore. Do you have any idea how hard it is?

All synonyms for the same emotion. A gut-wrenching, soul-crushing, and above all, self-destructive unrequited love that made your heart clench at the mere sight of him, pound at the sound of his voice, and hammer at the ghost of his touch. If you could reach deep within your chest and cut that useless thing off the strings that held it in its cavity, you certainly would. You’d hand it over to him and gladly watch him stomp on it with the biggest smile contorting the final expression on your face. You wanted to rid yourself of this pointless emotion, but you knew very well that to destroy yourself meant to destroy him.

The 18-year-old Toji that held your hand on a cold winter’s day as if it were the most precious thing to him. The 20-year-old Toji that came along to meet the sister and nephew you didn’t know you had. The 22-year-old Toji that said he was proud of you when you paid off your parents’ house’s mortgage. The 24-year-old Toji that came to your graduation from state college with blood-stained lilies in his hand, again letting slip how proud he was. The 26-year-old Toji that didn’t hesitate to knock the teeth right out of a handsy prick’s jaw, spending his first and last night in a holding cell. The Toji from the last ten years of your life that never strayed too far away from your sight and always managed to return in time for lunch.

Standing in front of the 28-year-old Toji, you felt more apologetic than ever, wishing that you wouldn’t have let your love for him fester into something so selfish and consuming. Because if Toji left, then you’d still have your sister and her family, but if you left, Toji would have none.

And that was why you could never tell him what that day meant. It was impossible to speak of it with any less fondness than the one depicted in your memories, and as dense as Toji could be at times, he was no idiot. So rather than giving him the answer he thought himself to seek, you retracted your hand and took a step back, forcing the meekest smile your guilty conscience could muster.

“How about an offer you’d never refuse?”

tags: @absoluteindulgence

[the-vivi-section]

can someone help me figure out if kyoko dying in a similar way to her father (kyoko's father dying after killing kyoko's family and then himself and kyoko dying after killing sayaka's witchform and killing herself in the process (at least i think thats what happened?)) has any symbolism/significance or if im being too far-fetched

like her becoming a magical girl wanting to help n be like her father (like wanting to help people like what she thought her father does?) and then dying like her father?

[lesbianreaderidk]

danganronpa females w female reader. spicy incorrect quotes (mentions of ishimondo)

Kyoko: Hi, sorry I’m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted. Celestia: I’m “a couple of things”. Y/N: I’m “got distracted”

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Kyoko: Make her pussy wet not her eyes. Sakura: Break her bed not her heart. Y/N: Play with her boobs not her feelings. Hina: Get on her dick not her nerves. Sayaka: ....always salt your pasta while boiling it.

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Kyoko: I put the pun in punishment. Y/N: I put the top in unstoppable. Celestia: I put the cute in execute. Hina: I put the sexy in dyslexia. Sayaka: I put the ass in class. Taka: I put the D in Mondo.

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Y/N: Don’t preach to me about romance, Hina. I had a three-way in a hot-air balloon before I got here

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Y/N: What’s your body count? Genocide Jill: Do you mean sex or murder?

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Y/N: Go fuck yourself. Sakura, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

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Sakura: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you? Y/n: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

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Toko: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

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Y/n, with a headache: Advil me up, daddy. Kyoko: I will short out the language centre of your brain if you say anything like that ever again.

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Kyoko: From now on we will be using code names. Kyoko: You can address me as Eagle One. Kyoko: Makoto is “been there done that”. Kyoko: Y/n is “currently doing that”. Kyoko: Celestia is “it happened once in a dream”. Kyoko: Toko is “if I had to pick a dude/gal/enby”. Kyoko: And Sayaka is.. Kyoko: Eagle Two Sayaka: Oh thank god.

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Sayaka: Who would you kill out of the four of us, Kyoko? Kyoko: Y/N, easily. Y/N, laughing: What the fuck, man. Kyoko: Well, Celestia would be too easy. They’d probably be into it. Celestia, now standing in the doorway: What the fuck, man!?

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Celestia: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”. Sayaka: *looks over at Kyoko and Y/N*

Sayaka: Is it “sexual tension”?

[did-someone-say-aliens]

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i am unable to donate to any Gaza/genocide campaigns because i’m a minor, but i’m more than willing to reblog and platform campaigns!!

CURRENTLY WORKING ON A VISUAL NOVEL CALLED COIN SLOT PASSION!! :D

Dni List: Homophobes, Racists, 18+ content or blogs, Sexists, Fujoshis, MAPs, ableists, proshippers, nsfw agere, Transphobes, TERFS AND RADFEMS >:/

Accounts: @kinnie-central (i only post on there once in a blue moon) I post kinnie bingos on there. And @gir-parodyaccount where it’s basically just a Gir from invader zim parody account @costasella is an rp blog for my pressure oc :)

Fandoms I rp: I love roleplaying and my dms are always always always open! Absolutely NO nsfw. NONE. I may not always answer super fast. I get demotivated really easily too just fair warning T-T

ROLEPLAYS: closed for now!

Roleplay Information! Just to skip past the whole HUSTLE BUSTLE OOH what character do you want to be oh but i wanted to be that character, I'll list the ones I usually play as for the fandoms I roleplay :) If there is more than one listed it's not because I rp all of them in the same one, it's if you wanna be that character then I can be a different one and I'll be ok with it :)

Aggretsuko: Shikabane, Fenneko

Ace Attorney: Any

Avatar: Toph, Mai

Amphibia: Marcy, Dr. Jan

Adventure Time: Fern, Magic Betty

BSD: Dazai, Ranpo, Edgar, Fyodor, Nikolai, Kyōka

Blue's Clues: Green, Rainbow, Blue, Magenta

Battle Kitty: Kitty, Orc, Aeon, Iago

Cookie Run: Pure Vanilla, White Lily/Dark Enchantress, Mystic Flour, Elder Faerie, Espresso, Affogato

Dsaf: Dee

Danganronpa: Kyoko, Celestia, Sayaka, Mikan, Chiaki, Nagito, Ibuki, Shuichi, Kokichi, Rantaro, Angie, Tsumugi

Undertale/Deltarune/UT AUs: Dream/Shattered, Ink, Fatal Error, Geno, Blueberror

DDLC: Yuri, Sayori

Dogman: Any

Dandy's World: Astro, Razzle & Dazzle, Twisted Glisten

Death Note: L, Near, Misa, Teru (sometimes???)

Dialtown: Phonegingi, Karen

DHMIS: Yellow Guy, Sketchbook, Lesley

ENA: Ena, Merci, Shepherd

FNAF: Charlie/Puppet, Sundrop, Moondrop, Eclipse, Withered Bonnie, Lefty, Lolbit

FPE: Any

FNF: Nene

Ghost and Pals: Christopher, Arc, Cakey, Creative Piko, Kennith, Epta, Evelyn J.

Hello Puppets: Riley

INMIMB: Embry

Invader Zim: GIR, Gaz, Zim

Lalaloopsy: Rosy Bumps N Bruises, Bea Spells A Lot, Spot Splatter Splash, Crumbs Sugar Cookie, Pillow Featherbed, Charlotte Charades, Dot Starlight, Furry Grrs A Lot, Haley Galaxy

MLP: Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, Princess Luna, Sci-Twi, Gloriosa Daisy

Max & Ruby: Max

MHA: Tsuyu Asui, Mei Hatsume, Tamaki Amajiki, Kinoko Komori, Anan Kurose (Thirteen), Reiko Yanagi, Mawata Fuwa

Monster High: Frankie, Twyla, Draculaura, Rebecca

MCSM: Olivia, Jesse, Xara

Night in the Woods: Mae

Omori: Sunny, Basil

Over the Garden Wall: Any

Octonauts: Peso, Tweak

Ouran High School Host Club: Haruhi

Project Sekai: Nene Kusanagi, Mafuyu Asahina, Rui Kamishiro, Ena Shinonome, Emu Otori

Pressure: Any

PPG: Bubbles, HIM

Pepper's Playhouse: Any

Popee the Performer: Eepop, Popee

Pokemon: N, James, Kieran, Allister, Piers, Klara

Portal: Any

Raggedy Ann: Any

Regretevator: Party Noob, Prototype, Scag, Bive

Splatoon: Any

Sesame Street: Any

Stardew Valley: Maru, Krobus

Star Vs. The Forces of Evil: Eclipsa, Celena

She-Ra: Entrapta, Double Trouble

Sanrio: Any

Sonic: Silver, Tails, Shadow

Skullgirls: Painwheel, Marie, Squigly

Steven Universe: Spinel, Peridot, Blue Diamond, Blue Pearl, Rainbow Quartz 2.0

Smile For Me: Kamal, Questionette, Dr Habit

Shopkins: Any

Steve Saga: Green Steve, Rainbow Steve

TTS/Vat7k: Cassandra, Varian, Nuru

TSAMS: Sun, Solar, Eclipse, Ruin, Bloodmoon

TTATC: Tack

TWF: Banny, Susan, Billy

TMC: Any

TMA: Michael (Pre-spiral and spiral), Helen (Spiral), Nikola Orsinov, Anabelle Cane

The Lego Movie: Benny, Unikitty

Trolls: Any

The Stanley Parable: Any

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas

TOH: Hunter, Raine, The Collector

TMNT (mostly rottmnt): Donnie

TAWOG: Any

Vocaloid: Fukase, Yowane Haku, YohioLOID

Welcome Home: Wally, Sally, Poppy

Wordgirl: Dr Two Brains, Toby, Wordgirl

Yuppie Psycho: Tiki-Taka

Yandere Sim: Oka Ruto, Amai Odayaka, Supana Churu

Yo Gabba Gabba: Plex

FANDOMS: (oh boy here we go. I have no life can you tell?)

Purple- Fandoms I love to roleplay!

Orange- Fandoms I roleplay sometimes.

White- Fandoms I don't roleplay (but am still in)

Animal Jam, Aggretsuko, Animal Crossing, Ace Attorney, Avatar the Last Airbender, Angel Hare, Alice in Wonderland, Amphibia, Adventure Time, Angel Beats, A Short Hike, Animaniacs, A Mall Near You, Ann, Attack on Titan, Bungo Stray Dogs, Bigtop Burger, Bandori, BURNER, BFDI, Bendy and the Ink Machine, Bluey, Blue’s Clues, Battle Kitty, Bonnie’s Bakery, Baldi’s Basics, Blackout Hospital, Cookie Run, Crowscare, Cemetery Mary, Camp Here and There, Critterspace, Captain Underpants, Corpse Factory, Cuphead, Creepy Tale, Dayshift at Freddy’s, Danganronpa, Deltarune, Doors, Doki Doki Literature Club, Dungeons & Dragons, Dogman, Dandy’s World, Death Note, Dialtown, Demon Slayer, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, Death and Taxes, Death Mark, Ensemble Stars, ENA, Ever After High, Five Nights at Freddy’s, Fundamental Paper Education, Fatum Betula, FNF, Ghost and Pals, Gorillaz, Good Omens, Genshin Impact, Ghost Eyes, Gravity Falls, GRIS, Gavril, Hello Charlotte, HFJONE, Happy Tree Friends, Honkai Star Rail, Hooky, Homestuck, Hello Puppets, Hero Hours Contract, House, Hypnospace Outlaw, Harmony and Horror, It’s Not Me It’s My Basement, Inside Job, Inanimate Insanity, Invader Zim, Indigo Park, John Doe, Kirby, K-On!, Littlest Pet Shop, Lego Monkie Kid, Lego Batman, Lord of the Rings, Lalaloopsy, Lucky Star, Lain, League of Enthusiastic Losers, Little Nightmares, Looking Up I See Only A Ceiling, Lost in Random, Leftovers, My Little Pony, Max and Ruby, Minecraft, Marionetta, My Hero Academia, Monster High, Moon Phase, Minecraft Story Mode, Mad Father, Milk Inside a Bag of Milk, Milky Way Prince, Mario, Night in the Woods, Ninjago, Nimona, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Needy Streamer Overload, Nana, Ni no Kuni Wrath of the White Witch, Omori, Over the Garden Wall, OK K.O, Octonauts, Ouran Highschool Host Club, One-Eyed Lee and the Dinner Party, Project Sekai, Pressure, Parappa the Rapper, Powerpuff Girls, Pepper’s Playhouse, Popee the Performer, Pretty Cure, Pokemon, Portal, Regretevator, Raggedy Ann, Rumbling Hearts, Resident Evil, Rythm Heaven, Splatoon, Secret Alliance, Star Trek, Sesame Street, Stardew Valley, Strawberry Shortcake, Star Vs The Forces of Evil, Sailor Moon,  She-Ra, Spooky Month, Sanrio, Spiderverse, Studio Ghibli, Saiki K, Sonic the Hedgehog, Skullgirls, Steven Universe, Sally Face, Smile for Me, Shopkins, Steve Saga, Tangled the Series, The Sun and Moon Show, The Future Diary, Twelve Forever, The Thief and The Cobbler, The Walten Files, The Mandela Catalog, The Magnus Archives, The Lego Movie, Tattletail, The Muppets, Toilet Bound Hanako Kun, Trolls, The Stanley Parable, The Case Study of Vanitas, The Legend of Zelda, Twisted Wonderland, The Hobbit, The Owl House, TMNT, The Amazing World of Gumball, Transformers, The Prototype, Undertale, Undertale AUs, Underverse, Unikitty, Vocaloid, Varian and the Seven Kingdoms, Welcome to the Night Vale, Watamote, Wander over Yonder, Welcome Home, Wordgirl, Yuppie Psycho, Yandere Simulator, Your Turn to Die, Yo Gabba Gabba, Yu Gi Oh, Yume Nikki

KIND OF fandoms that I'm in kind of/have been in/am no longer in/know of: TADC, Hazbin/Helluva Boss, Musicals, Encanto, Barbie, SCP, Naruto, Scooby Doo, Care Bears, Jujutsu Kaisen, Dragon Ball Z, Dead by Daylight, Red Dead Redemption, Peach Girl, Amanda the Adventurer, Calico, Connection Haunted, Delicious in Dungeon, Our Wonderland, Dead Plate, Therapy With Dr Albert Krueger, Vincent the Secret of Meyers

my MAIN pronouns are they/it/he/xyr

extended pronoun list Bug/clown/alien/cat/paw/kit/aer/elau/delau/cupcake/glitter/snail/rain/plant/dino/worm/dragon/draer/draerself/rocks/xe/xyr/scene/:3/gloo/kandi/honk/xir/ze/ne/ nym/nis/nim/ner/phey/phem/ve/vem/ver/vim/ce/cir /moth/mothself/ghostself

emoji pronouns: 👽/👾/🐝/🪱/🐛/🐌/🦕/🪼/🐟/🐳/🍄/🥀/🍮/🎲/♟️/🎥/📼/🎞️/📺/📻🕰️/🗝️/♠️/🍓

[lynnuvo]

.·:*¨༺ ! Protector of Justice ! ༻¨*:·.

Characters: Sayaka Miki x Female (Y/N)

Being Sayaka Miki's crush and friend in one sometimes made your relationship difficult, especially since she had a crush on Kyosuke Kamijo at the same time. Add the concept of Magical Girls into the bunch and you get a gal with an existential crisis. You were exposed to Kyubey soon after her luckily, so she wasn't alone on this journey.

She's always ready to throw herself in front of you. She wouldn't dare be responsible for her companion's injuries.

Matching items? YES PLEASE! She'll use them as lucky charms.

She's typically tired after every fight, so if it's just the two of you, she's not afraid to suggest heading home for some shut eye. She'd definitely be happy if you'd come with her, though.

She's not a very possessive friend, so there's little bad blood between you two, Madoka Kaname, and Mami Tomoe. There is, however, some tension between her and Kyoko regarding you. Like Madoka, you were trapped watching the fight between them. Madoka warmed up to Kyoko as a teammate quite fast, but not so much for you since Kyoko threatened the livelihood of your dearest friend. You still didn't forgive her, and Sayaka didn't forgive her for putting you in danger (and the risk of a future without her).

𝑅̲𝑜̲𝑠̲𝑒̲-̲𝐶̲𝑜̲𝑙̲𝑜̲𝑟̲𝑒̲𝑑̲ 𝑀̲𝑎̲𝑔̲𝑖̲𝑐̲

When Sayaka found out Hitomi Shizuki wanted to confess to Kyosuke, she was devastated and ran to you straight away. You comforted her as best as you could and reassured that even though Kyosuke wasn't aware that the wish she made revived his ability to play music, he'd still have feelings for her.

You strongly encouraged her to confess since Hitomi had given her a head start, but for whatever reason, Sayaka didn't feel prepared. She had too much on her mind to think of an action plan: magical girls, that strange Homura girl that kept approaching Madoka, Kyosuke's recent cold treatment towards her, you....

And then it was too late. Despite your reassurance, Hitomi and Kyosuke became a couple.

Sayaka's soul gem clouded considerably over the next few days. You didn't have to see her to know. She had given you the cold shoulder once the news broke, but you rushed to find her once your calls kept reaching voicemail.

"That's right. If I want, why do I need to feel pain anymore?!" Sayaka cried as she violently stabbed a witch over and over. "It's pointless--!"

"Sayaka-chan!"

She stopped in a heartbeat, only having the time to peer at you for a second before you swooped her away. You set her down on the ground while Kyoko and Madoka finished the job.

"Pull out your soul gem right now!" you demanded. Not one to disobey you, she did so. You blanched at the color. "You shouldn't have left without me....; How dare you go witch-hunting in this state!"

She gazed down at her lap. "I'm sorry..."

"Heads up!"

You caught the grief seed Kyoko threw at you just in time. Sayaka didn't move as you purified her soul gem. Once done, you lifted the girl up on your shoulders, bid the others farewell, and took her home. You tended to her as if she were sick with the serious flu. Luckily, your parents were all friends, so they weren't suspicious at all about a weekend sleepover.

As days passed and the two of you needing to return to school, Sayaka grew dependent on your presence. It was easy for others to tell something had soured Sayaka's mood, but you didn't let them get far with their questions.

Hitomi apologized on the third day, and you were relieved that Sayaka had taken it surprisingly well. Kyosuke approached you two a few days later in an attempt to apologize, but one nasty look from you was all it took for him to realize his cold treatment wasn't taken easily. Why would it be? Despite Sayaka visiting his hospital room so often and attempting to cheer him up, he hadn't even bothered to message her that he'd been released from the hospital!

At some point, Sayaka had tossed aside the thought of him being yours and placed you in that position. She realized that you knew her more than he did, had experienced more with her than he did, and even treated her better than he did.

This time, she confessed straight away. You accepted her cheerily.

𝐴̲ "̲𝐶̲𝑜̲𝑢̲𝑝̲𝑙̲𝑒̲"̲ 𝑜̲𝑓̲ 𝑀̲𝑎̲𝑔̲𝑖̲𝑐̲𝑎̲𝑙̲ 𝐺̲𝑖̲𝑟̲𝑙̲𝑠̲

She loves your touch, but please refrain from excessive PDA around others. She can get shy pretty quick.

Words of affirmation is her primary love language, so you shower her with them often.

For someone who had their crush claimed by another, she's not really a jealous type of lover. When she is jealous, it's subtle--like a small question in the kitchen about what your life would be like if you and another person had gotten together instead.

Buys you gifts for special events and just because. She'd love to cook for you, but she isn't the best at it. She'd rather cook with you instead!

Your relationship is known only to close friends--Mami Tomoe, Madoka Kaname, and Kyoko Sakura. Homura easily found out, though.

If you thought she was overprotective then, she's even more so now. Despite that, she knows you're quite capable and cheers you on as you fight.

Now that she's genuinely happy, she is on polite terms with Kyosuke, and you are too (although you still harbor a grudge against him). He's admitted to you privately it feels like his friendship with Sayaka had changed considerably, but you guessed that's just what ended up happening.

Dates are primarily doing something on top of napping/resting at home. After all, going to school and being a Magical Girl was no easy feat.

[mod-kyoko]

Sayaka maizono and Celestia Ludenburg dating headcanons please~ I swear when I just started being in the Danganronpa fandom I had no idea people didn't like Sayaka but I love her.

sayaka maizono and celestia ludenberg dating hcs!

info: fluff, hc format, g/n!reader

a/n: sorry this took damn forever. i'm indifferent to both sayaka and celestia, i like celeste a little more but i'm pretty neutral towards both of em.

♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧♤♧

sayaka maizono

sayaka is pretty affectionate

her love language is gift giving so you're always waking up to cute notes around the house when she's gone

flowers are a frequent thing, whenever she sees a pretty bouquet she has to get it

she's touchy too, her favorite ways to touch you are by holding your arm, laying in your lap, and hand holding

she tends to take the lead on dates, and just in general too

she always has something fun planned to surprise you, like a fancy dinner at a reservations-only restaurant

remember, she's super famous so she can get you in anywhere

days of sitting at home doing nothing are rare, she simply won't let you be lazy

the two of you try many activities together, like music festivals, painting by the ocean, couples' cooking classes, etc.

sayaka treats you to a lavish lifestyle because she can, and she loves spoiling you

if you see something you like in a shop window but don't get it, guess what you find sitting on your bed the next day

in conclusion, dating sayaka is being flooded with love through touch and gift-giving, being spoiled, and filling your schedule with fun

celestia ludenberg

oh my goshhhhh you can't tell me celeste wouldn't spoil you and dress you up 24/7

she won't make you wear gothic lolita clothing like hers if you don't want to but god forbid you wear something secondhand

suddenly your entire closet has been replaced with designer outfits and your old clothing has been shoved somewhere else where she's hoping you'll forget them

anyway, when she buys you clothes you can bet your ass she's gonna make you put on a fashion show for her while she gives commentary

other than clothes though she'll frequently buy you material things like jewelry

she LOVES to see you wearing things she's bought you, it gives her a bit of a power trip

celeste's love language is quality time

the two of you don't need to be talking to have a good time with each other

her favorite activity with you actually involves complete silence

the two of you reading books in each other's presence, accompanied by tea and finger sandwiches that celeste had her butler prepare

this activity is only occasionally interrupted with dialogue, and its always very short

"is your novel living up to your expectations?"

"mhm"

"would you like another cup of tea?"

"why thank you, dear"

she is into physical touch too! she just doesn't crave it 24/7

she likes sitting in your lap or vice versa, she likes the power trip but also likes to feel like she's at someone else's whim sometimes

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i think i need more of celeste...

-mod kyoko

[aesrryssa]

An Arranged Love (Bakugou x Reader | Arranged Marriage AU!)

Summary : Being left pregnant by her Ex-Boyfriend, to keep the good name and the reputation of the family, Y/N was arranged to marry Dynamight, The number 2 Hero in Japan. Will they found love for each other further in the marriage or will they hate?

Warning : Bad words, pregnancy, break up, arguments, fight, family issues & force marriage, brand names are being mentioned.

A/N : This is my first time writing a story so I’m sorry if there’s any grammar error. I just wrote the first part of the prologue first because I’m afraid that it’ll be too long to read😅 Enjoy!

Taglist : @xoxo-teddybear @citrustsuki @mymysenpai @abbylouamanda

Prologue: Part 1 | Chapter List🕊

I look out of the window, looking at the busy street in front of me. Sitting by the window really helps you to distract yourself from current time. looking at what people are doing.

Like a man wearing a suit walking to work, a group of girls talking to each other while carrying their shopping bags, a couple with their kid holding hands, people crossing the street, cars driving by and a lady walking her dog. It is a fun way to distract yourself for a while

It’s a Friday morning. I’m sitting at the end of the cafe, where it’s hard for people to notice me. I’m wearing an all-black attire today. I don’t to pull any attention so I put on a mask and a cap. The hoodie covering my hat

I was here since half an hour ago. I’m supposed to meet someone, but it seems like they’re late.

I was distracted from my thoughts when my phone chimes. There’s a messege from Sayaka Hayashi. We’ve became best friends since elementary school. It’s been a long time since we last met. We often call each other. But lately we’ve been more busy with work and our daily life.

Saya-Chan : I’m here.

I see the door of the cafe opens and Sayaka walks in. She see me and walk towards my table. Her expression have a mix of concern and curiosity. I stand up and hug her tight. It feels so good to have someone to hug, especially in times like this. She returns the hug just as tight.

“I’m sorry for being late.” She said apologetically. “It’s okay. I know you have something to do...”. We sits across of each other. A waitress came and ask for our order. “Would you like to order, Ma’am?” She asked. “I’ll have Iced Americano. (Y/N), do you want anything?” Sayaka asked. “No, I’m good.”. The waitress go and send her order.

“(Y/N)…” Sayaka called my name. I looked at her and the looked of concern is still on her face. “Tell me, you’re not joking, right? Because this isn’t funny.” She asked worriedly. “It’s true Saya-Chan. I’m not joking.”. She’s asking about the new discovery that I just made. It’s really unbelievable, I almost didn’t believe it at first. “Oh my god…this is a lot to take…” She sighed. “Ho-How did you found out?” She asked curiously. “I have my own suspicions for the past weeks…but I just ignored it… until I feel like I have to get It checked up…” I explained to her. “But it could be wrong...” She said, still denying it. “How can’t be wrong if I’ve went to the clinic and they’ve confirmed it.” I said.

Sayaka sigh and lean back into her seat. There’s a long silents between us until Saya-Chan breaks it. “Do you know how far along are you?” She asked. “Yeah. They said that I’m 4 weeks in.” I said.

“Have you tell him about this?” She asked. The concern expression never fell from her face. I take a deep breathe “No…not yet…I don’t know how to tell him…”. There’s a pause until I continue “How can I tell him that I’m pregnant?!” I said, almost yelled. “How would he react?! You know that he doesn’t like kids! What if he leaves me?!” I’m starting to freak out. Sayaka notices the tables around us are looking at us so she calms me down. “Hey-hey! It’s ok! Relax, calm down. Deep breathes” She said and I do as she told me to.

“I’m sorry… I’m just-..” Sayaka cut me before I can finish my sentence. “It’s alright! I understand. I know that this overwhelmes you and belive me, it does for me too. But it’s going to be okay.” She said with a warm smile and reassuring tone.

That warm smile that she have always worn since elementary school never fails to make me feel better. That’s one think that Sayaka have always been good at.

I take a deep breathe “Thank you Saya-Chan…” I pause “My head is messed up right now. I almost don’t know what to do…” I said to her. Sayaka reach for my hand and put hers on top of mine. “It’s okay (Y/N), I’m always here for you. If you need anything, just tell me.” She told me. There’s warmth in her voice that always makes me calm. She smiled at me, and I smiled back.

I sigh and look up at the ceiling. ‘What should I do?…should I tell him?…what if he leaves me?… I could tell my parents, but they’ll be disappointed in me…’. I look back at Sayaka and ask “Saya-Chan, should I tell him first or should I tell my parents?”

She pause and think. After a minute, she finally answers my question. “I think you should tell him first. If you tell your parents first it’ll make the situation harder and more complicated. Especially when your relationship with them is not that good.” She said.

Right, she does have a point. Well, my family is well known for our status and wealth. My father, (F/N) (L/N), owns a big modelling agency, EL Modelling. His agency is known for their super hot, beautiful models. He have worked with a lot of designer brands like Louis Vuitton, Gucci, YSL and etc. While my mother, (M/N) (L/N), owns an entertaiment agency called RUBY Entertainment. The company is know for their strong reputation of debuting many talented and succesful idols.

Me and my brother, (B/N), worked as a model at my father’s agency. Both of us have been a model since we were a child. Since then, we were always used for product advertisements. From clothing, food, appliances to cosmetics and skincare products. We also have participated three times in a runway show for Vogue.

Seems like a pretty fun life, isn’t it? But no. Despite having the same amount success as my brother, my parents seems to favour him more than me. They always say something like “Oh! (B/n)! You always makes us proud!” Or “You did a very good job, (B/N)!”. But whenever it comes to me, it’s always “You should do better! Why can’t you do it?!” Or “Doing great? Ha! Your work is never going to be great! Do better or else!” And “Can’t you be more like (B/N)?! Look at him! He always does his work perfectly!”.

It’s not that I’m not doing my job properly. In fact, I put more efforts into my work! While he just lazying around and doing nothing! He does do something but not as much as I am! It’s not like I’m saying that I’m better without prove but it’s fact! I always try my hardest! But yet, they’ll never see it… it really disappoints me.

Since I was a kid, they’ve always belittling me. Always point out the worst in me. And that really makes me sad and disappointed in them. But I bottle up the feeling. And I’ll never want to show it. So, I do as they say.

“Yeah.” I said. Agreed to what Sayaka said. “I guess I’ll do that…” I say as I look down at my lap and put a hand on my stomach. Sayaka squeezes my hand and I look at her. “Remember, I’m always here for you.” She said with that smile again. I smile back and nod.

Her drink arrives and we talk a little bit about work before we go to pay at the cashier. Getting out of the cafe, we hug each other in front of the entrance door before we say our good-byes.

We go our seperate ways. Sayaka said that she has something to do at work so she’s going to the office. I don’t have anything scheduled for me today. I’ve asked them to give me about a two weeks off from work. I’ve been really sick these past few weeks. And you can already tell what’s the cause of it.

I’m waiting for my car outside of the cafe. After 10 minutes of waiting, it finally arrives.

I hop in the car and it drives from the cafe. I’m heading home. I’m currently living in a Condominium I owned here in Tokyo. Living here makes it easier for me to stay away from my family. I got more privacy and space. And there’s no one besides me who lives here. No servants, not a single person live with me. Just my self.

The car stops as we reach the traffic light. I watch as people are walking using the zebra crossing and cars waiting for the light to turn green.

I sit here in the back seat, thinking. ‘How am I suppose to tell him?…How am I suppose to tell Ren?…’.

Ren Inoue…we’ve been dating for almost 3 years. We kept our relationship secret from the public and our parents. The only people who knows about our relationship is Sayaka and some of his friends.

I met him by a colleague. He introduces Ren to me. We became friends and not long after,…I realise that I have feelings for him. I confesses to him and he said that he also felt the same for me. After that, we started dating. Going to each other’s places, hanging out, going on dates. He makes me feel so happy. Feel appreciated. By someone else besides my friends, or family…

I was pulled out of my thoughts when the car stops. I than realize that we have reached my the condominium building. I get out of the the car and thank my driver.

I walk towards the lobby and towards the elevator. I press the button and waited. Soon, the door opens and I get in.

This building has 30 floor and my house is on the 20th floor.

Once the elevator reach my floor, the door opens and I get out.

The hallway is quite. I guess it’s because people are at work right now.

I walk towards my apartment. I reach down to my pocket for my keys and unlock the door.

I walked in and turn on the lights and walk towards the living room. The apartment was decorated with industrial designs. I’ve always been a fan of the style.

I take of my cap and put my bag down on the coffee table. I pick up the controller form the and turn on the TV and put it back down. This has always been a habit of mine since I moved out of my family’s house. I’ll listen to something while doing my work or chores. It kinda makes me feel less lonely.

I walked into the kitchen roll my sleeves up to wash last nights dishes. I didn’t get to wash it this morning since I need to meet Sayaka.

After I finished, I walk to my room and lay down on the bed. I reach for my pocket and take my phone out. I open my message and go to Ren’s contact and texted,…

“Baby,…can we meet tonight?…”

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“ There’s something that I wanna tell you…”

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[robonene-on-steroids]

Hello can I’m have mami madoka sayaka homura and kyoko x male reader who loves cute things use cute clothes and have a bunny plushie with him all the time and he is a magical boy his wish was I’m want to be the cutest boy of all universe that ever exist he has a very cute magical boy attire his weapon is a adorable bunny staff but unfortunately he turns into a witch his barrier labyrinth familiars even the witch are absolutely cute and adorable the familiar extremely resembles the girls just in a very cute style and reader witch somehow remembers them and hugs them tighly showing even though he is a witch he still remembers them and love them headcanons please

Mami with a cute M!reader who turns into a witch Hcs

A/N: Hiii! This is my first request I recieved so I hope this is good! I just wrote Mami since I am still trying to get the hang of the whole writing thing, but I will write the others in another part soon! I just wanted to get this piece out so I dont leave you hanging! If this isnt to your satisfaction feel free to request again! I didnt know if you wanted headcanons or scenarios/oneshots so I did headcanons! I hope thats alright with you!

Genre: fluff, angst

Format: Headcanons

Tw: Mention of weapons, no descriptions though

Mami Tomoe

She would be incredibly fascinated as she has never seen a magical boy

As we know, Kyubey even admitted incubators choose girls to make contracts with as they are seen to have more emotion and energy to power the universe

So its obvious the magical girls would be curious

Mami admired you and found your style and adoration for bunnies interesting

She also loves cutesy things as we can see by her bows, even if she is more towards elegance rather than cuteness

She would give your bunny plushies yellow bows for each one

When she heard that nobody could find you from one of the other magical girls she was incredibly concerned

She knew you had to purify your soul gem soon or it would be too late

She knew you could take care of yourself but she wanted to see if she could help

So upon heading to your place, she could sense something was wrong. Everything was wrong.

She knew it was a witch's labrynth. She knew it. She wished it wasnt but it was.

She could hear the sound of faint cries as she opened the door, seeing little bunny like creatures everywhere. It was like a pastel nightmare

Her heart broke when she saw little plush-like creatures that resembled the magical girls, each one having a little soul gem

She wanted to put you out of your misery and say her goodbyes, even with tears in her eyes

So when she was hugged by you, despite being a witch she stiffened

She thought it was an attack at first

She had never heard of a witch remembering before

She wiped her tears as she wrapped her arms around you before grabbing her gun with her other hand

The pain she felt in her heart was undescribable

"Im sorry...! Im so, so sorry I couldnt save you.... I'll never forget you.... Goodbye, (Name)...."

[thelewdpokemanik]

Kryptik asked: I have a question for Komaru: Which of your brother's classmates would you be most willing to share him with? And how far DOES that brother complex go?

“I- I don’t have a brother complex!” Komaru protested vehemently, her cheeks blazing with her blush. “So- So I wouldn’t have any issues ‘sharing’ him with any of them!”

Komaru crossed her arms with a harrumph, before pausing. “W-Well, except for Sayaka. A-An idol should remain pure, right? I couldn’t actually be a part of ruining that.”

N-Not Hina either! I know Yuta, and it would just be weird to share my brother with his sister.

I- I also wouldn’t share with Sakura! She has a boyfriend, and I won’t be a part of any cheating!

Nor Kyoko! She’s way too mean to my brother, constantly acting all cold- And if Kyoko’s too mean, then Junko’s way too mean!

Not Mukuro either! She looks like the stalker type, and I don’t want my brother to be in trouble.

And for the same reason, it can’t be Celestia! She’d definitely try something in bed!

So, yeah! Any girls besides those- oh! Wait, I also wouldn’t share Makoto with Toko, but that’s because I wouldn’t share Toko- or Jill for that matter- with anybody, not even my brother! Or, well… Maybe if Makoto wanted to…”

Komaru shook her head. “Anyway, there. I’d share my brother if any girls in his class except for those!”

You stare at Komaru who smiles proudly, but when you open your mouth to say she disqualified every girl in Class 78-

Komaru blinks as she realizes something. “Wait, by classmates, did you only mean girls from Class 78, or were you including all the girls at Hope’s Peak?” She shakes her head vehemently at the thought. “Not that it matters! I DON’T have a brother complex, and I’d share Makoto with any girl at Hope’s Peak!

A beat. And then-

"Except for Tenko! That girl’s way too much of a misandrist to properly appreciate Makoto!

Or Chiaki! That girl also has a boyfriend, and I won’t help Makoto steal her away!

Or-”

You decide to cut your losses and walk away as Komaru continues to disqualify every girl at Hope’s Peak. It was clear that you wouldn’t get a clear answer out of her.

Somehow, you don’t think she would actually protest if Makoto was the one to bring someone in bed, however~

[neppednep]

Could I perhaps request first date headcanons for Sayaka and Homura, since the first Madoka and Mami headcanons were also first date it feels fitting

First Date w/ Homura Akemi HCs

I will do Sayaka too, just figured I'd get this out since it's been done. I may do a version with the other Homura, I just didn't know how the hell that one would go to simping for her best friend to random bozo #28 without a backstory. Consider this one a prequel if that ever drops.

Sorry for the rambling at the beginning too. Doesn't actually get to the date until later on. Enjoy.

》 It was a bit of a surprise to learn your class was getting a transfer student this late into the year. You would be lying if you said you really cared. You weren't exactly a social butterfly to begin with, so realistically a new student wouldn't affect you too much. 

》 However, you were pleasantly surprised when she came in to introduce herself. Her black hair was tied into two braids with her purple ribbons, and violet eyes were hidden behind a pair of red glasses. Cute was the first word that came to your mind. She apparently came after a long stay in the hospital and it certainly showed. She was shy and didn't seem to be the brightest when it came to academics.

》 After introductions, the teacher sat her next to you. You two exchanged glances, but nothing beyond that. Just like some generic anime scene, you had to share your textbook. It was a bit awkward at first, being so close but you quickly got over it. Judging by the red dusting her cheeks, you couldn't say the same for her though. After class ended, people quickly surrounded your combined desks and started yapping. Luckily for her though, the nurse's aide came by to pull her away. Your first meeting wasn't exactly anything special, but it wasn't horrible either.

》 Even with her desk being right next to yours, it took another week or two to actually speak to her again. You two were assigned to clean the classroom at the end of the school week. You've heard rumors of her… lacking physical abilities but actually seeing it for yourself was another thing. You felt kind of bad seeing her having so much trouble with cleaning and she insisted she could keep going. She didn't look like she was in great shape, looking like she was going to pass out any second. You politely called her stupid and told her to take a break.  She didn't argue, just putting her head down and leaving the room.

》 You got the work done a lot quicker than you did while having to worry about her, so you left with good time to spare to find her and let her know you're done.  When you did find her you were irked to say the least. Three girls around her were laughing at her and calling her names. Sure, Homura isn't perfect but she deserves more than that.

“Homura, is everything alright?” You question, obviously knowing exactly what was happening. You stare at the girls as you walk towards them before stopping next to Homura.

“There you are, L/N. We were just asking four eyes why she's standing around instead of cleaning. She gets more and more useless by the day.”

You have to hold back a few choice words that almost slip past your lips. Seriously, who even says four eyes anymore? If you're going to bully someone at least be good at it. This ain't Disney. Instead, you grab Homura’s hand and simply walk away. Well, that's what you would like to say. What you actually said was more like:

“I see…” You say with a slow nod as if in deep thought. “Your shoe is untied. Not surprising considering you're a failure who couldn't even tie a proper noo-”

Homura squeaks, squeezing your hand and practically dragging you away from the shocked girls.

》 That incident didn't really make you best friends or anything, but people did start somewhat leaving her alone after that. She started to hang out with you more too, instead of sitting alone at lunch she would come and sit with you and your friends. She didn’t speak often, but you still welcomed her with open arms.

》 It wasn't until one day, seemingly out of nowhere, she approached you with the nurses’ aide behind her, her face a deep red as she stopped in front of you. You were a bit worried at first, it wasn't unusual to see Homura with the pink haired girl due to her condition, so you thought something might have happened. After a little nudge from her friend, Homura stutters out a request, asking if you'd go on a date with her. You were a bit surprised at first, but looking back on it, it was possible most of the stuff you just attributed to her being shy could have been because of a crush. Either way, you accepted with a smile before she quickly scurried off, the pink haired girl offering you a smile and a quick thanks before following after her friend.

》 When the day finally came, you honestly didn't really know what to do. You don't really want to force her out of her comfort zone or push her too hard. After being in the hospital for so long, she hasn't got to experience much so something simple was good with her. It also didn't help that you weren't as familiar with her as you would've liked.

》 She wasn't much of a talker or one for physical activity, so that alone took out things like restaurants or games. You were thinking of a movie, it wouldn't be some awkward silence like a restaurant but there's still the problem of just sitting there, staring at a screen. Not your idea of a good time.

》 You eventually just decided to take her to the local aquarium. Miktihara was a big city on the coast, so it goes without saying it's aquarium was well known and pretty famous. She wouldn't feel forced to talk or anything and it would be her first time going to one, so hopefully it would be a good experience for her.

》 You picked her up at her house and were off. as expected she didn't really say much so you carried the conversation. It was a bit harder than expected. Her home life was non-existent, school wasn't the best, and she didn't really have too many hobbies. She did start talking about a few friends she made at school though, you were happy to hear she was branching out, but she was still a bit hesitant to go into too much detail.

》 Luckily things picked up when you got there. Homura was bamboozled! It was definitely worth it to see her eyes light up as the two of you walked around. Don't mean to brag or anything, but you went very far with her for a first date. You didn't know she was the type but you held hands while walking around.

》 The day wasn't exactly eventful but it was still fun nonetheless. You ended up buying her some plush she had her eye on before you left, it was slightly a scam with how much it was but she seemed happy enough with it, so it was worth the price. Her smile practically never leaving her face as the two of you walked back to her house. She was a lot more open by the end of it, talking pretty much the entire way back.

The two of you stood in front of her house, it's been a long day so you were fairly tired, not really wanting it to end. Judging by the fact Homura was still holding onto your hand, it’s safe to say she didn't either.

She reluctantly let go, turning to you, her cheeks a light shade of red. You were tempted to reach up and pinch them, but that would be pretty weird, so you resist. She breathes in before saying, “T- thank you, Y/N. We should, uh… Can we...?”

You wait for her to finish, but her eyes just shift around as if she's looking for what she wants to say. You can't help but laugh before nodding. “How does next Sunday sound?”

Her eyes widen but she quickly nods, thankful she wasn't the one that had to say it. “I'd like that.” She says with a soft smile.

You were a bit shocked as she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around you. She didn't give you much time to even process it before she let out a squeak and practically started sprinting to the door at a world record pace. You blink a few times, staring at the floor she just ran through before turning on your heel and walking away. You can tell things will definitely be more lively from now on.