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NAEGIRI WEEK 2017 - Day 7 “Soft”

@naegiriweek I hope I’m not too late ! I rose from the ashes to draw something for the Naegiri week on its last day ( phew, It’s been a very long time I didn’t draw anything, sorry for the sketchy thing ! ) This is what I - as a huge Naegiri shipper - imagined about the afterpart of a scene from the 5th Chapter of Danganronpa : Happy Trigger Havoc. We still don’t know that much about what Kirigiri might have done or might have thought when she found the sick Naegi (and saved him huhu), especially when he asked her “What did you said ?”. To be honest, I don’t think she did what I drew there, but still… come on, let me dream a while ! ( no pervy thoughts, I promise ! ♪ )

Bonus : a caring Kirigiri makes Naegi doki doki

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Naegiri Week Day 7 - Soft

Technically a sequel to my day 5 fic. Also, the longest fic I’ve written for the week, so that’s an appropriate sendoff, right? Now that I’ve had an excuse to start writing fanfiction again, I might end up writing some more? I have some ideas bouncing around. Idk.

Aoi Asahina had had a lot on her plate in the past couple of days. Originally she’d thought she was being haunted, but then it turned out that the “ghost” in question was an artificial intelligence her dead friend had uploaded onto a school laptop. If that wasn’t enough to handle, there was also Ishimaru’s unpredictable emotional state, Monokuma’s 10 million yen motive, and the added threat of Genocider Syo running wild around the school. Hina had always tried her best to stay positive, but she could feel fear and panic creeping into her veins every moment she wasn’t keeping herself busy with exercise.

The newly-discovered third floor of Hope’s Peak had one of the least convenient designs she’d ever seen as far as getting from place to place quickly went, but the silver lining was that it made a pretty decent running track in the absence of any access to the outside world. Hina was currently just a few meters ahead of Sakura in a friendly race she’d initiated—Sakura certainly outclassed her in terms of sheer strength but Hina usually pulled ahead when it came to tests of speed—when she found herself having to come to a dead stop with a couple of meters to spare. She stumbled in the process, but was held standing by the obstacle standing in her way.

“Woah! Hina?” Naegi looked a bit harried, which Hina supposed was fair given that she’d nearly run in to him at full speed.

Sakura came to a stop next to them, the whole building seeming to shudder with the force of her footfalls. “Naegi. Our apologies; we thought you were busy speaking with Ishimaru.”

Naegi let out a breath and ran a hand through his already-messy hair glumly. “I was trying to. He’s… more responsive than he was, but he’s not really making a lot of sense. He really didn’t want me around for some reason, so I gave up.”

Asahina frowned, her worry for her friends catching up with her despite her attempts to outrun it. “At least he’s talking again,” she tried to offer weakly. Sakura placed a hand on her shoulder; she took that to mean that her attempts at positivity weren’t very convincing.

“I think his exact words were, ‘Get out of my face, you soft bastard,’” quoted Naegi. Now that Hina got a better look at him, she didn’t just think it was the surprise of almost running into her that had him looking so bad. Naegi’s eyes were tired and baggy, his voice dull, and his hair even more of a bird’s nest than usual.

“Ishimaru is working through his grief. You must not take his words to heart,” assured Sakura.

Naegi mustered a small, grateful smile. “I know. Thanks, Ogami. But…” His eyes drifted downward. “I kind of worry he might be right about some things.”

“Like what?” said Hina. It was inappropriate, and it wouldn’t have happened if she weren’t so damn stressed, but a slight laugh escaped her lips. “I don’t think he’s really possessed by Owada’s spirit.”

“No, not that…” Naegi rushed to say. He chewed his lip hesitantly, then finally managed, “Am I really too soft?”

She was surprised by the question. Hina honestly liked Naegi. He was probably her second best friend here, after Sakura, and his kindness and forgiving nature were what made him such a good friend in the first place. If the rest of the group—especially that jerk, Togami—were more like Naegi, she wouldn’t have to be so afraid. It had never even occurred to her that those traits could be interpreted as a bad thing.

As always, it didn’t take long for Sakura to offer sage, eloquent advice. “To leave oneself open and vulnerable to others is an act of courage. Though we all benefit from your bravery, you also put yourself at risk because of it. Perhaps, where Ishimaru once admired you, he now worries for you. Regardless, you alone may choose who you want to be.”

Naegi was silent for a long moment, head angled downward and eyes gazing off into space. Finally, he nodded, and though he still looked sad and exhausted, his gaze wasn’t quite as lost as it was when they’d initially collided. “That was… really well-put, Ogami. Thank you.”

Sakura bowed her head, a satisfied smile on her face. “I am glad to help put your mind at rest, Naegi. Perhaps your body should follow its example.”

“I’m having trouble sleeping too,” offered Hina. She’d never be the steady, supportive figure that Sakura was, but her friend was clearly hurting, and she wanted to do what she could to help him, even all she could do was empathize. “It helps when I get a lot of exercise. Do you want to come running with us?”

“I don’t think I could keep up,” admitted Naegi, shrugging bashfully. Then he frowned, looking thoughtful. “Actually… there was someone else I wanted to check on. I’ll see you guys at dinnertime?”

“Sure! Maybe we’ll even get dessert this time!” Asahina managed a genuine smile at the thought.

“Good luck in your endeavors, Naegi.”

“You too!”

Before long, he was headed down the stairwell. Sakura frowned as she realized that they’d moved quite a bit since engaging Naegi in conversation. “I’m afraid I’ve lost track of our positions in the race. Shall we start over?”

Hina took her friend’s hand and started the long trek back to the physics lab. “You’re on!”

Alter Ego hadn’t reported anything amiss today, which was a relief for Kyoko. Between Yamada, Ishimaru, and—the real threat—Monokuma, protecting the artificial intelligence from any surprise visitors was becoming quite the time-consuming endeavor. Her investigation was really starting to lag.

She’d prowled the third floor for a bit after her… disagreement with Naegi, but hadn’t been able to focus well on her work, which only served to anger her even more. At least with Alter Ego, she didn’t have to make any deductions; it was just a matter of making sure the laptop stayed in the changing room.

That was where she was standing when she heard the door open behind her. Kyoko spun around, ready to confront the newcomer, only to freeze as she saw that it was the one person she was especially not in the mood to see. “Naegi?” Her voice didn’t come out as forceful as she would have liked. “What are you doing here?”

He looked about as uncomfortable as she felt, but he didn’t flinch at her words. “I…” He paused, cleared his throat, and tried again. “I just wanted to say that I understand why you said what you did. Yesterday, I mean. When you asked me what I did for fun and I said—“

“I know what you mean.” This was unexpected. It wasn’t like she thought he’d take her words to heart and end up cautious and guarded like her; an increasingly loud part of her really didn’t want him to. But at the very least, she thought she’d made things between them awkward enough that Naegi wouldn’t go seeking out her company any more.

Maybe she’d misjudged him. For all his seemingly passive nature, it seemed that Naegi really was the kind of person to confront his problems head on. She supposed he’d already proved that much in the class trials. Was that what this was, then? A confrontation? But he didn’t look angry…

“You were trying to warn me, right?” he pressed on. “Trying to get me to be more careful. I didn’t know why you said that stuff at first, but you were really just worried about me…” He trailed off and swallowed, suddenly looking unsure. “…I mean, I think.”

“You’re not…” Kyoko sighed. She’d begun her response before she had the chance to think better of it. No going back now, then. “You’re not wrong.”  She frowned down at the bench nearby, avoiding eye contact. She really hoped she wasn’t blushing.

She couldn’t see his face, but she could hear the relief in his voice as he continued, “G-Good! Well, it’s not ‘good,’ but what I mean is, ‘thank you.’ It… it really means a lot that you’d worry about me.”

“You take enough risks that it’s hard not to,” she replied. She could hear an acerbic tone creep into her voice, and it was almost a relief. Annoyance, bitterness, they were safe enough emotions to reveal. If she was irritated, that meant she wasn’t… anything else.

“I know.” He swallowed again. “And… I don’t think I’m going to stop.”

Another curveball. Kyoko was beginning to suspect that she had no idea where this conversation was going. It was a new sensation.

“I said before that I was going to carry our lost friends with me, and I’ve decided I want to carry me, too—er, if that makes any sense. I don’t want to change who I am.” Naegi took a heavy breath. “If I’m too soft, then I’m too soft. But that’s just me.”

There was a long silence. Finally, Kyoko raised her head, looking at him again. He had the same determined look on his face he had when he was presenting evidence at the class trials. His voice had even stopped wobbling at the very end of his soliloquy, sounding less like the gullible mess that insisted on buddying up to every potential murderer in the school and more like the competent investigator that remained objective and logical as he helped her put the pieces of each case together.

Except that was an idiotic comparison, because they were the same person. He wasn’t Fukawa. Naegi who got framed for murder because he couldn’t get over his middle school crush, Naegi who had found the truth regardless, Naegi who wanted to be friends with a literal serial killer, Naegi who had found that serial killer’s identity where trained police had failed for years, Naegi who she had yelled at, Naegi who she was just starting to accept that she might actually kind of like—it was all him.

Maybe she didn’t need to worry about him after all.

“You’re not too soft,” she finally admitted. “You’re a little soft, yes, but if you were too soft, you wouldn’t still be alive right now.”

Kyoko had never had much of a talent for giving pep talks.

Still, his face lit up, and before either of them could react, he threw his arms around her pulled her into a tight hug. Kyoko froze, arms standing stiffly at her sides, and it didn’t take long for Naegi to notice her reaction and release her. “S-Sorry! I don’t, uh, I don’t know why I did that. All I meant to do was say thank you. So. Thank you! And I’m sorry. So sorry.”

Naegi backed out the door in a flurry of apologies, bowing and blushing furiously. Kyoko could only watch him go, face gone absolutely blank with shock. She could feel her cheeks burning as she sat heavily on the bench.

Scratch that. She definitely needed to worry about him.

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Naegiri Week 2017

Hey everyone! I’m extremely sorry for taking practically 20 years to get this out, things have been rough oof. 
But here are the themes!

The themes for this year’s Naegiri Week are as follows: Day 1: Relax 
Day 2: Melt 
Day 3: Safe 
Day 4: Sweet 
Day 5: Fun 
Day 6: Away 
Day 7: Soft

Naegiri Week 2017 will be from December 18-24

Once again I apologize for not being on top of this. Sharing this around so it can gain its attention quickly will be fantastic.

I love you all, and I look forward to what you guys come up with~ -Admin Kiko

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Naegiri Week 2017

Day 1: Relax

IT’S NAEGIRI WEEK Y’ALL I’M SO HYPED IT’S SEVEN WHOLE DAYS OF NAEGIRI LOVE FROM THE 18TH TO THE 24TH AHHHHH LET’S DO THIS

Fanfiction Link / Ao3 Link

“Kyoko?”

At the sound of a boy’s voice breaking the silence, Kyoko stopped peeking into the space between the wooden cabinet and the wall. She changed positions from being on her hands and knees to merely kneeling, and looked over to the doorway where a familiar classmate was standing. “Makoto. Is there something I can do for you?”

Makoto didn’t answer her immediately. Instead, he shuffled in place by the door, as if he didn’t know whether to enter the room or not. He surveyed the classroom for a few moments before redirecting his gaze back to her. “You’re still looking around?”

“Of course,” she answered, rising to her feet. “It’s vital for us to solve what’s going on in this school, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yeah, it’s just…” Makoto paused and scratched his cheek—a habit, she had learned, that meant he was unsure of whether to speak his mind. She prompted him silently with a small tilt of her head. He played with the zip of his hoodie, cleared his throat, and continued, “Well, everyone else has stopped for lunch, so I thought…”

He trailed off, but Kyoko could easily tell what was left unsaid, and she hummed in response. It was just like him to check to make sure no one was unaware of the plans of the group. She could feel the beginning of an empty feeling in her stomach, but… “I’m not hungry, so I will be continuing my investigation.”

She did just that, sliding one of the drawers out, all the way until it completely separated from the cabinet. She placed it carefully on the top and peered into the open space. Kyoko could no longer see what Makoto was doing, but she figured by his stammering that he wasn’t going to leave just yet. “Sure, but, um… Even if you’re not going to eat anything…”

“There’s not much point in me joining everyone,” she pointed out. She squinted, trying to discern anything abnormal about the cabinet’s insides. “I’m not in the mood for socializing.”

“Actually, I was just going to ask if you wanted to take a break with me.”

That… shouldn’t really have surprised her as much as it did, given his character, but surprise her it did. She blinked a bit, dismissing the strain her eyes had accumulated, and looked over at him. “Take a break?”

“Yeah, you know, that thing where you don’t push yourself so hard?” A smile flashed across his face as his attempted joke, but it was just as quickly replaced with open concern. “If you’re not cleaning or looking for materials, you’re always off by yourself, looking over all the rooms again and again. I… kinda get the feeling you get pretty absorbed in whatever you’re doing, so… I just want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.” Makoto abruptly glanced down and studied his feet, before his head shot back up. “A-As long as that’s all right with you, of course!”

The look on his face was quickly changing into something comparable to a begging puppy, and Kyoko found she had to avert her gaze in order concentrate long enough to make her decision. She knew that discovering the secrets behind the academy and the bizarre bear was her top priority—uncovering them could help her answer her own personal mysteries. But with such little avenues of investigation available to her, she had to make do with looking over the rooms they had access to. Surely there had to be something they could offer her?

“I don’t think—”

“Please?” he urged. She made the mistake of meeting his gaze again and inwardly grimaced. Yeah, puppy was an accurate comparison. “It won’t be a waste of your time, I promise! And if it is, I won’t try and do this again!”

A part of her had a strong feeling he would come back and insist she rest, even if he didn’t involve himself in the equation. But still, she felt an itch in her bones, a whisper in her ear that insisted she continued looking, that if she kept looking she would find what she needed to know—

“I don’t know what exactly you’re looking for, but you don’t have to rush, you know?” Makoto spoke suddenly, as if he knew the thoughts running through her head. He gave her a warm smile. “There’s nothing wrong with waiting for the right opportunity to come around.”

Kyoko met his gaze, mulling over what he said. And she found that, as she listened more to his words, that little incessant voice got quieter and quieter. Her thoughts felt a little clearer, her head a little lighter, and her heart a little warmer.

At last, a small smile made its way onto her face. “Perhaps your words hold some merit. Very well, I’ll join you on this occasion.”

“A-Ah, that’s great, Kiri!” Makoto’s grin grew wide as she walked over to him at the entrance to the classroom. “Since everyone’s eating, we have free rein of the school! I was thinking we could go to the dojo, it’ll be pretty peaceful there!”

Kyoko’s smile didn’t grow as Makoto’s did, but it didn’t fade from her face the entire way. If this was what relaxing with Makoto would entail, perhaps the occasional break wouldn’t hurt.

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Day 2 of Naegiri Week is here! I’m pretty happy with today’s chapter, and I hope you all like it too!

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Naegiri Week Day 2 - Melt

Some pre-game, pre-relationship stuff. Honestly, this one is about 40% Naegiri and 60% me realizing I really like writing Junko, so... apologies? Also, there’s an official 4koma where Kyoko refers to Makoto as “dangerously cute.” Good content.

Makoto Naegi thought that he’d been doing a good job at making friends with all of his new classmates this year. He might not be an Ultimate, not really, but he was certainly more agreeable than most, and that was one thing he could pride himself on. Even when it came to people like the constantly-defensive Toko Fukawa or the arrogant and dismissive Byakuya Togami, he felt that he was at least making steps to get to understand them better, perhaps even getting to the point where he would consider them friends even if they wouldn’t return the sentiment.

But some of his classmates were much, much more difficult to get a handle on than others. For example? Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba, the set of twins that seemed never to part. Mukuro, while not friendly by any means, was polite enough on the rare occasion that she wasn’t shadowing her sister, but mostly she just hung behind Junko and glared suspiciously at anyone she interacted with. That much, Makoto could deal with. She was, apparently, an ex-soldier; he understood how that might leave someone feeling wary and protective of their loved ones.

The real enigma was Junko. Sometimes she’d be peppy and interested—maybe a little too interested, though Makoto tried not to judge—in what her classmates had to say. Other days, she’d reply to every inquiry with a string of expletives or just sit alone (though Mukuro was always nearby) and sulk, sighing melodramatically to herself. Makoto felt a bit guilty for how nervous she made him; sometimes people were more vulnerable to mood swings than others, he knew that, and there were mental conditions that could cause dramatic personality shifts. He hated to think that he was judging her poorly over something she couldn’t control. But it was more than just that. Somehow, Junko had a knack for getting under people’s skin. She’d fret loudly that she worried her new exercise regimen would make her look too muscular and “mannish” for anyone to find attractive just as Sakura Ogami walked by. She’d lament to Kiyotaka Ishimaru that she tried to keep her grades up, but how could she ever manage when she was so naturally unintellectual, and after all, it was the skills you were born with, not the ones you worked for, that really mattered? Just last week, Makoto had overheard Junko asking Sayaka Maizono if she’d heard of that new all-female pop group that was leading all the charts, “and they all seem so close too! Hey, when’s the last time you saw the rest of your group?” It was entirely possible that these were all just unfortunate coincidences and Junko’s worst crime was being a little insensitive, but Makoto couldn’t help but feel unnerved every time she casually tossed out a sentence that struck right at one of their classmates’ emotional weak spots.

Knowing all this, he really shouldn’t have been surprised when she zeroed in on him, a big toothy smile on her face, the lunch period after what was at that point the most nerve-wracking night of his life. Junko placed her cafeteria tray down next to him, and patted the seat on her other side until Ikusaba took it. “Soooo, Naegi,” she began, sitting down.  “I hear you’re melting the local ice queen, huh?”

“Huh?” He glanced between them, already feeling like a fly caught in a spider’s web. A quick look around the cafeteria revealed that the only person present with the capability to rescue him was an upperclassman he recognized by their girth as the Ultimate Imposter. Unfortunately, the man of many faces seemed too distracted by their plate, piled high with food, to pay them any mind. Abruptly Makoto regretted choosing to eat lunch early.

Junko made a show of rolling her eyes, jabbing him harder than he’d like with her elbow. “Don’t play dumb! Everyone knows you asked out Trust Issues with the hands last night. Can’t believe you actually got her to say yes!”

“Uh.” Makoto wasn’t quite sure where to start with that statement. There was the fact that, apparently, “everyone” knew that he had asked Kyoko Kirigiri on a date, despite the fact that the only person he’d told about it aside from Kirigiri herself was his good friend, Asahina. As genuine as Asahina’s friendship was, she could be a bit of a blabbermouth, but that still didn’t explain how Junko knew Kirigiri had said yes when he hadn’t even updated Hina on the situation since receiving Kirigiri’s response. There was the litany of unflattering nicknames Junko had just unleashed upon Kirigiri. He could easily imagine her non-reaction if she had been present to hear them—one of the things he most admired about the detective was her ability to keep calm under pressure—but Makoto himself still felt compelled to defend her, especially given how she’d done nothing to earn Junko’s scorn. Then there was the whole “can’t believe you got her to say yes” thing, which, yes, shouldn’t have been a big deal. But Makoto had to admit it rankled him.

Before he could even begin to form his reply, Junko barreled on. “Honestly? I figured she only hung out with you because you’re the one person here who’s so clearly harmless. Like, she doesn’t like me because I’m, like, super nosy, y’know? And she doesn’t like Sis because Sis knows, what, a thousand and ten different ways to kill somebody? But what are you gonna do?” She pointed her chopsticks at him for emphasis. “Be too nice to her?”

There was a moment of thoughtful chewing before she added, “Well, I guess that’s what you did, after all.”

“I-I’m sure she doesn’t dislike you…” That probably shouldn’t have been the aspect Makoto focused on, especially since he wasn’t sure it was actually true. But this whole conversation—if such a one-sided dialogue could even be called that—was throwing him for a loop.  After the stress of asking Kiri last night, he’d been prepared to avoid any and all anxiety-inducing conversations until… well, until their date. Now his head was swimming; why was Junko so interested in his relationship? How did she even know about it in the first place? She wasn’t right when she said that Kirigiri only liked him because he was “harmless,” was she?

His panic was interrupted by the soft clunk of a tray being placed on the side of him where Junko and Mukuro weren’t seated. “Good morning, Naegi,” came a familiar voice.

Oh. Oh, this was going to be either very good or very, very bad.

“H-Hi, Kirigiri,” he stuttered. She raised an eyebrow at his obvious nerves, and then her eyes moved to the duo behind him. He imagined she was very easily connecting the dots.

Junko didn’t look even a little guilty as the detective frowned at her. She gave an exaggerated wave, showing her teeth in another wide grin. “Heeeey, girl! We were just talking about you!”

Makoto wasn’t going to have any appetite to actually eat his lunch at this point.

If Kirigiri was surprised by this news, she didn’t show it as she pulled her chair out and took a seat. “That’s appropriate,” she commented coolly, picking up her chopsticks. “I was just speaking about you as well.”

Junko’s smile abruptly turned to a scowl of annoyance as Kirigiri gestured behind herself, pointing at a positively irate-looking Ishimaru marching up to their table. “Enoshima! Ikusaba!” he boomed. “Hacking into the Hope’s Peak Academy security system is absolutely against school rules! I’m going to have to insist that you two go speak with the headmaster immediately!”

There was a moment where Makoto was sure that Junko was going to put up a fight, but in the end she simply flipped one of her ponytails and moved to stand up. “Eh, fair enough. C’mon, Sis.”

Mukuro didn’t even reply as she followed after her twin, the two exiting the cafeteria. Now that he could breathe again, Makoto noticed that the rest of the student body was starting to filter in. No one was paying much attention to Ishimaru’s latest rule crackdown.

The hall monitor clapped Kirigiri on the back. He was too caught up in his victory to notice the way her eyes narrowed in annoyance at him, but Makoto did. “Well done identifying the culprits, friend! Giving anyone other than authorized security personnel access to the surveillance tapes would have been a disaster!”

“I’m sure Enoshima has already watched some of the recent tapes,” said Kirigiri. “It was a reference she made to events last evening that initially tipped me off. Still, if the system was compromised only this morning, she hasn’t had very long to go through the footage.”

Ishimaru glowered at the lack of respect for school property. “Unbelievable! To commit such an indecent act… I must proceed to the headmaster’s office and ensure that their punishment is fitting!”

“Don’t tell the headmaster I was involved!” came Kirigiri’s hurried request as Ishimaru filed out of the room. It was probably useless and both Makoto and Kirigiri knew it; if Ishimaru was even capable of lying, he hadn’t shown it through the entire semester they’d known him. She sighed after he left. “I really wish I didn’t have to bring him into it.”

Makoto blinked, still trying to digest all of the new information he’d just received. “Wait. Enoshima and Ikusaba… hacked into the security system this morning?”

“Well, I would imagine it was Enoshima’s idea, but yes. I suppose I should thank you. If I hadn’t heard her speaking to you, I wouldn’t have realized that she was the perpetrator.”

So, that explained how Junko knew about their upcoming date. It also meant—“So, you heard that whole thing back there?” Makoto couldn’t see his own face, but he knew it was beet red.

“I did step in as soon as it sounded like you were really having trouble dealing with her.”

“O-Oh… Yeah, thanks…”

“And for the record…” Was that a hint of pink on Kirigiri’s cheeks as well? “She was wrong. I don’t just think you’re harmless.”

Makoto felt the corners of his mouth turn up. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” Then she was leaning in to lightly kiss his cheek, and he thought he might internally combust. “You,” she whispered, voice only slightly wobbly. “Are dangerously cute.”

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Naegiri Week Day 6 - Away

I had to work my favorite character (and my other DR OTP) in here at some point. I love Toko.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Go away!”

Komaru grimaced, withdrawing her hand from the bathroom door. “Toko, come on! It’s just Makoto and Kirigiri! I thought you were friends with them!”

“I’m friends with you, and I don’t want to see you either!” came the muffled response. Wow, that was… actually kind of sweet, as far as things Toko yelled when she’d locked herself into the apartment’s bathroom went. She hadn’t even denied that she considered the two others friends.

Komaru sighed and turned back to her guests. “I’m sorry about this. Surprises make Toko kind of anxious, and when she gets anxious, she tends to…” She gestured helplessly at the door.

The couple had flown in to Towa City by helicopter earlier that day, only calling via radio about an hour previous to inform Komaru and Toko of their impeding arrival. That lack of warning was rare, for Makoto at least; usually the two siblings would plan their meetings with each other extensively before they actually occurred. Toko had said something about Kirigiri being “an insensitive boor who never thinks of other people” before bunkering down in the bathroom, which seemed to imply that the late notice was probably her doing, though Komaru had long since learned not to trust Toko’s judgment when it came to other people. She hadn’t spoken much with Kirigiri herself, but it was easy to see that Makoto absolutely adored her, and Komaru knew that he was certainly a lot better with people than Toko was. She just hoped her brother’s girlfriend wouldn’t end up thinking ill of the two of them.

Makoto waved off his sister’s apologies. “No, we’re sorry. We should have given you two more time to prepare. It’s not polite to just drop in like this.”

“Then drop out!” came Toko’s frustrated yell. “Come back later! Never, even!”

“Toko!” Komaru glared at the bathroom door as though her roommate could somehow see her disapproving look. Maybe she could; Komaru could easily picture Toko huddled against the opposite side of the door, glasses askew as she glared at nothing in particular. “Is this just because you’re self-conscious? You look fine; you always do!”

Toko tried to scoff loud enough to be heard through the door, but it turned into a coughing fit instead.

If Kirigiri was at all phased by the “welcome” they’d received, she didn’t know it. Komaru supposed that she and Makoto had known Toko even longer than she had, though it felt strange to think about. All her life before the Monokumas attacked felt like a dream, or the kind of faraway childhood memory that you weren’t entirely sure your mind hadn’t simply manufactured. Her current life started, more or less, with Toko.

Glancing between Makoto and Kirigiri, where they were not-so-subtly holding hands, Komaru wondered if they knew the feeling.

“Is there a reason you guys came today? Not that I don’t like seeing you...“ It was a good thing Toko was too busy clearing her throat to respond to that one. Komaru continued, “But, like, you didn’t come here to tell me any bad news or anything, did you?”

“No, nothing negative. And I’m afraid the late notice was my fault,” said Kirigiri, confirming Komaru’s suspicions. “I only sprung it on Makoto last night.”

“Yeah, and we wanted you to be the first one to know!” cut in Makoto. “Well… one of the first. I didn’t think you would mind us giving Fukawa the news at the same time, and I’m pretty sure Hagakure knows because he said some stuff yesterday that sort of implied—“

“I certainly didn’t tell Hagakure,” interrupted Kirigiri, sounding insulted.

“Yeah, I figured, but all that ‘psychic’ stuff does seem to work for him sometime…”

“Just coincidences. There’s no way that that man of all people has supernatural powers—“

“Oh my god!” The cry came from behind the bathroom door. “Spit it out already! Is she knocked up or what?!”

“Wh—“ Makoto turned bright red, holding up his hands defensively. “Kyoko isn’t pregnant; we’re engaged!”

Komaru gaped, first at him and then at his outstretched hands. She hadn’t been able to see it when he had been busy holding hands with Kirigiri, but now that there were no obstacles between her and his right hand, she could see a gold ring on the ring finger.

“Makoto!” she squealed, rushing forward to embrace him, and her new sister-in-law, too, when she was forcibly shoved out of the way. She turned to blink at the open bathroom door, and then back at Makoto, whose engagement ring was being inspected by a suddenly personable Toko. Komaru caught her brother’s eye and he merely shrugged good-naturedly.

“You really made your girlfriend be the one to propose? Of course you did,” Toko was saying, her tone somewhere between impressed and scornful. She picked up his hand and held the ring to the light, admiring the way it shone. “Wow. Kirigiri, your taste in jewelry is definitely better than your taste in boys.”

Kirigiri cleared her throat, eyeing Toko with annoyance. “He didn’t make me do anything,” she corrected, cheeks tinted slightly. “I know I can be reticent, so I thought it would be meaningful if I was the one to make such a grand gesture. That’s all.”

With her brother occupied by Toko’s interest, Komaru took the opportunity to walk up and hug Kirigiri. The detective stiffened in surprise, but didn’t move to break contact. “I’m so happy for you guys,” Komaru gushed.

Eventually, Toko regressed to sulking, this time over the fact that her old classmates had gotten engaged before she’d even gotten to go on a proper date with “Master,” though at least this time she was content to do so in the same room as all of them. Usually her obsessing over Togami bothered Komaru, but right now, Komaru was too happy to feel jealous. She threw her arms around Makoto as soon as he was free, and spent some time admiring his engagement ring as well.

“Kirigiri, can I see yours, too?” she asked, bouncing up and down excitedly as she maneuvered so that she had one arm around each of them.

“Oh, it’s on under her—“

Kirigiri cut her fiancé off simply by taking hold of her right glove with her left hand and, with only minimal hesitation, slipping it off completely. Komaru gasped.

Her hand was dark red and riddled with burn scars, yes, but that wasn’t the issue. Situated on her ring finger was a thin—so as not to mess up the fit of her gloves, Komaru imagined—gold band with diamond-cut gems encrusted at regular intervals. The gems themselves were a soft lavender that matched Kirigiri’s hair. “Wooow!” She was too preoccupied to notice the touched, proud look Makoto was shooting his fiancée over her head.

“Gee, go ahead and rub it in,” grumbled Toko nonsensically, apparently ignoring the fact that she’d previously come out of hiding just to admire Makoto’s ring.

Kirigiri replaced her glove before long, an uncharacteristic vulnerability in her eyes as she did so, only to be embraced again by Komaru. “Welcome to the family,” Komaru said softly.

Her new sister-in-law’s response was a short, genuine smile.

[allgoodthingsflowintothecity]

Naegiri Week Day 4 - Sweet

Some short, plotless fluff that takes place before the game. Featured: references to manga I really liked as a teenager. For reference, L is a character from Death Note, who is a genius detective with numerous eccentricities (also, I’ve had a crush on him since I was 14), and Shinichi Kudo is a teenage detective prodigy and Sherlock Holmes fanboy as well as the protagonist of Detective Conan.

Before they started dating, Makoto had no idea how much of a sweet tooth the usually cool and refined Kyoko Kirigiri had. Honestly, she could probably give Asahina run for her money in a pastry-eating competition, if it weren’t for the fact that Kyoko had enough of a self-preservation instinct to keep from devouring an entire box of donuts in one sitting. But being health-conscious didn’t keep her from relishing the taste of sugar when she had it.

“You know, there used to be a manga series about a genius detective who loved sweets,” he pointed out one day as they lounged in his dorm room. Well, Makoto was lounging. Kyoko was sitting properly, with her back straight, and indulging in the bag of sugary candy Naegi had bought from the vending machine at the school store downstairs. She’d frowned and offered to buy him a snack when he’d given his candy to her instead, but he’d only waved it off and said he wasn’t very hungry. “He would always, like, be eating an entire cake while he was thinking over the case, and all.”

Kyoko smirked at him over her shoulder. “I’m not completely ignorant of popular media, Naegi. I’ve read Death Note.”

Makoto beamed, pointing at her. “So you know, then! You’re just like L!”

She blushed, as she always did when he started getting complimentary, but tried to hide it by ducking her head. “I’m not sure about that,” she replied. “For one thing, I’m not that strange.”

“You’re not strange at all!” assured Makoto. “But the reason he seemed strange was just because he didn’t care what other people thought of him. He refused to change himself just to fit in with society!” It might have been an odd thing for Makoto of all people to admire in a fictional character, given how plain and average he himself was, but Makoto was no stranger to self-consciousness. It was just that in his case, his self-consciousness stemmed less from what made him outstanding and more from what made him, well… forgettable. Confidence and self-assurance were traits he greatly admired in fictional characters… and real people. “You always know to believe in yourself, just like him.”

Kyoko chewed on a piece of candy thoughtfully. After swallowing, she turned to give him an amused look. “Naegi, are you dating me just because I remind you of your favorite manga character?” she teased.

Now it was Makoto’s turn to blush. “N-N-No! I never had a crush on—I mean, it was just that it’s a really popular series that I mentioned… and I thought you’d like the comparison since he’s so—“

“Attractive?” She couldn’t help herself. She was biting her lip to hold back giggles at this point.

“—Cool and smart!” Then he grimaced. That really wasn’t helping his “Makoto isn’t in love with a character from a shonen manga” case. Zipping his hoodie up higher to help hide his red face, he added, rather petulantly, “And L isn’t my favorite manga character.”

“My mistake.” He was looking adorable like that, sprawled on his bed with his jacket zipped to his nose and his cheeks stained crimson, so she leant down and kissed where she was pretty sure his mouth was.

That cheered Makoto up, and he unzipped his hoodie far enough that she could see his pleased smile.  And, just because he wanted to be the one doing in the teasing in the relationship for once, he said, “Yeah, it is!”

He sounded so smug, as if that childish comeback were actual comedy gold, that Kyoko was no longer able to hold in her laughter. Her laughter set him off, and before long they were both leaning against one another for balance to keep from falling off the bed as tears of mirth escaped their eyes.

As their giggles trailed off, Kyoko almost didn’t hear him mumble, “My favorite manga character is actually Shinichi Kudo.”

[allgoodthingsflowintothecity]

Naegiri Week Day 3 - Safe

This one’s a lil short, but I actually really like it! Mostly because I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort and “person A falls asleep on person B’s shoulder” fics.

She wasn’t convinced this was a good idea. They needed to get medical attention for Naegi; Kyoko was still sore, and she had had the opportunity to pad her fall. What kind of injuries could Naegi, who had been dropped down the garbage chute without preparation or warning, have sustained? They needed to return to the other surviving students before one of them did something drastic and Monokuma’s “game” restarted in full swing. Most importantly, they needed to confront Monokuma and discover the hidden truth behind Mukuro Ikusaba’s death, and by extension, the hidden truth behind the entirety of Hope’s Peak Academy.

But apparently, all of that had gotten pushed back by Makoto Naegi pleading for an hour’s rest.

It wasn’t an unreasonable request, given that he’d spent the last several days without food or water, languishing in a literal dump, and they were going to have to climb for several meters before they reached the dormitories again. And he deserved it. She’d almost killed him—the frantic look he’d given her as he was dragged to his undeserved execution, as though she could rescue him somehow, had some sort of master plan like always, was still seared into her memory. He had been rescued, but not by her. Kyoko’s “master plan” hinged on Makoto Naegi’s execution. She’d never been so relieved to be thwarted.

That was probably the reason she’d agreed to it, trying to alleviate some of the guilt. Regardless, Kyoko was now sitting at the bottom of a garbage chute with Naegi sound asleep on her right shoulder.

His feet were splayed in front of them, and both of his arms were wrapped around one of hers, clutching it like a security blanket. Every once in awhile the runaway clump of hair on the top of his head tickled her nose.  It wasn’t… entirely uncomfortable, and she had to admit to being flattered that sleeping on her like this just seemed to be his unconscious instinct. It wasn’t like he had a lot of options for places to sleep down here, she tried to rationalize, but seeing his sleeping form cling to her like an oversized teddy bear… it was endearing. Fine, cute.

Trying to shove away such irrelevant thoughts, Kyoko ordered herself to focus on the case. Mukuro Ikusaba. She’d been killed by the mastermind behind this whole situation, Kyoko was sure. After all, the murderer wasn’t her, it wasn’t Naegi, and it wasn’t any of the other four survivors. The mastermind had tried to frame her so that they could do away with her, even if they would technically be breaking their own rules. It seemed the mastermind was fine with disregarding the rules, but only if they were the only one who knew the rules were broken. Monokuma was very reticent to break any rules in a way that was apparent to… them? The students? That didn’t seem right; it wasn’t as if they could do anything about it if the mastermind decided they didn’t want to play fair. No, it was as if the mastermind was intent on impressing someone else…

Makoto shifted in his sleep. His grip on her arm tightened and he mumbled something indistinct, eyebrows furrowing. She raised her eyebrows at his sleeping form, sufficiently distracted already. That was the problem with Naegi. He was clever, he didn’t always need her direction, and his charisma and social skills dwarfed her own. He’d be a marvelous assistant if he wasn’t so distracting.

Any annoyance she felt with him at that thought dissolved instantly as a soft whimper escaped his mouth. Oh. A nightmare then. Well, of course he’d be having a nightmare. He’d witnessed his first murder only days ago and had been forced to help investigate four others and a suicide since then. He’d nearly been executed for a crime he didn’t commit.

The guilt was back, and in full force. Even if it was only in her mind, she’d been blaming him for her own shortcoming, her own inability to stay focused. At the same time, he’d been suffering.

Mentally chiding herself to grow up already, Kyoko carefully brought her left hand to pat his head gently. “Naegi?” she whispered. “You’re only dreaming. Calm down.”

Her bedside manner left something to be desired, maybe, as his frown only deepened and a shudder went through his body. She thought she saw him flinch, frightened by something from his imagination or, more likely, his memory. She moved her hand to squeeze one of his own, trying to reel him back to reality. “Naegi,” she said, louder this time. “It’s all right. You’re safe.”

(“Safe” was an oversimplification, really, but he seemed like he needed reassurance right now.)

As though that word alone was enough to convince his subconscious, the crease between his eyebrows began to fade. More of his weight came to rest on her shoulder. He mumbled something again, but it sounded much less frantic than before. Kyoko breathed a sigh of relief.

Her hand was still holding one of his, and in his sleep he’d started to grip her hand back. Sighing and accepting that this was what her arms were doing now, she brought their joined hands to her lap. She had might as well get comfortable. Then, because it had worked so well before, she repeated to him, “We’re safe.”

Still asleep, Naegi smiled.

[allgoodthingsflowintothecity]

Naegiri Week Day 1 - Relax

I haven’t written fanfiction in A While but Dangan Ronpa was enough fun to make me want to start again. Anyways, for day one of Naegiri week, I wrote plotless Christmas fluff! I’m waiting on an AO3 invitation but until then you can read the whole fic under the cut.

“You can relax, you know.”

Makoto paused with his hands in the air, a string of Christmas lights held between them. Careful not to fall off the stepladder he was currently balanced on, he turned his head to meet his girlfriend’s eyes. “What do you mean?”

Kyoko took a sip of her coffee as she eyed their living quarters. Like previous Hope’s Peak headmasters, Makoto had chosen to reside at the school just like his students, and he’d been thrilled but not terribly surprised when Kyoko suggested moving in together—it made sense, after all, as they were a couple and they were collaborating in the revival of the school. Their shared living quarters were in a newly-built building on the school’s campus (Among other things, Kyoko really, really didn’t want to be having sex in the same room where her estranged father used to live) and were, currently, swathed in Christmas decorations.

“I mean,” she specified, gesturing at the ornament-clad tree that stretched almost all the way to the ceiling. “You don’t have to do all of this.” Kyoko’s tone fell to a gentler cadence that she only really used around him. “I know this will be the first holiday you get to spend with Komaru in years, but that alone already makes it special. Your extra efforts, while admittedly cute, are unnecessary.”

Makoto unsuccessfully tried to fight back a dopey grin at her compliment as he finished hanging the string of lights. Stepping off the ladder, he took his own glance around the room. It was… a lot, especially considering that the room had been entirely bare of holiday trappings when Kyoko had left that morning. “You think it’s too much?”

“I’m less worried about the state of the room—though the candles are a fire risk—and more worried about you overexerting yourself. Again, I’m sure Komaru would prefer visiting a healthy brother to seeing the biggest Christmas display this side of Tokyo.”

“I’m really fine, only a little tired—“ At Kyoko’s disbelieving stare, he hurried to finish before she opened her mouth. “And as excited as I am about seeing Komaru again, that’s not the only reason I’m going all out this month!”

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow. “Enlighten me.”

Makoto sidled up to her and draped both arms over her shoulders. “It’s our first Christmas together, you know,” he hummed in her ear, possibly trying to be seductive but mostly being adorable. He was lucky that she preferred the latter anyways.

Kyoko placed her coffee on the counter, turning to face him. “Well, that’s clearly untrue,” she teased, knowing what he meant but feigning ignorance. “You and Asahina are the ones who pestered me into joining you at Togami’s Christmas party last year.”

Hina was also the one who had heckled Togami into hosting a Christmas party in the first place. Neither Makoto nor Kyoko were entirely sure how she managed it, but the heir had ended up begrudgingly inviting the three of them and even Hagakure to have dinner at his mansion mid-December of the previous year. It had ended with Hina getting absolutely hammered and going skinny dipping in Togami’s private swimming pool, Hagakure refusing to leave his spot under the mistletoe because he claimed he had a vision of someone “getting mad laid” there, and Makoto wearing a Santa hat as he desperately tried to keep Kyoko and Togami from getting into an all-out brawl over some disagreement that Kyoko didn’t quite remember. She had to admit it was a fond memory.

In the present, Makoto pouted at her. “I mean it’s our first Christmas as a couple! It has to be special!”

She gave him a fond, but somewhat patronizing, smile. “Shouldn’t that alone make it special already?”

“Of course it’s special! Us being together means more to me than anything!” His eyes were wide with panic that he’d inadvertently insulted her, and Kyoko felt a rush of affection at how genuine and heartfelt his tone was. “But I mean, I want to make it special for you, too, and really make it a holiday to remember—“

“Makoto,” she said softly, ducking down slightly to meet his eyes. “I just told you why it’s special to me, and why I’ll remember it regardless. But what I said about Komaru applies to me, too. I’d rather see you energized and healthy than running yourself ragged trying to overdo everything.”

After a moment of contemplation, he sighed and leaned into her shoulder. “I know. I’m sorry if I worried you.”

Kyoko placed her arms around him. “It isn’t a huge deal,” she reassured. “I just wanted to make sure you know that. All of this? It isn’t a huge deal.”

There was a second of silence as he absorbed her words. And then...

“Well…” Makoto’s voice was teasing again, flirtatious as he nuzzled into her shoulder. “There is one decoration that was kind of important.”

“Yes, the tree was quite impressive. I’m not entirely sure where you even found one of that size.”

Makoto turned his head and his lips found their way to her neck. He kissed her there gently before replying, “Oh, I don’t mean the tree.”

Kyoko was very rarely in any sort of mood to be amorous immediately after finishing her work—usually she required at least a full cup of coffee before she had the energy to even engage in their usual easy banter, much less any sort of heavy flirtation. But what could she say? He was being awfully sweet today.

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense,” she purred, one of her hands coming up to card through his messy hair.

Abruptly he pulled away, and Kyoko only had a moment of disappointed shock before he grabbed her hand and began pulling her towards their bedroom. She got a view of his red-tinted face as he gestured at something above their shared bad. “Remember that thing Hagakure said last year?”

Kyoko couldn’t help but giggle. Really, Makoto was an unbelievable dork, and she couldn’t believe she was with him. She couldn’t believe she was so lucky.

“Well I suppose,” she began, taking one last look at the sprig of mistletoe before leaning towards her boyfriend’s beaming face. “Far be it from us to make him a liar.”

[allgoodthingsflowintothecity]

Naegiri Week Day 5 - Fun

I... don’t really know how the “fun” prompt turned into an angsty story either. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t kind of enjoy it, though. Day 7 is going to be a sequel to this one.

“So, what kind of things do you do for fun?”

…Oh god, he’d just asked her what kind of things she did for fun.

Her eyes narrowed, and he imagined she was probably thinking many of the same things he was: was he seriously attempting amateurish teenage flirtation only days after they’d watched a second classmate be brutally executed? Did he really think she was going to forgive him so easily for ignoring her warnings and letting Ishimaru talk with Alter Ego? Was that really his best conversation starter?

Instead of asking any of these questions, Kirigiri only crossed her arms and bluntly deflected, “I don’t really like talking about myself.”

But instead of letting the conversation end there, she slid her gaze to the right—still passing right over Makoto—and added, “I could ask you the same question.”

Discouraged by her refusal to answer but bolstered by the fact that she was actually engaging him in conversation, Makoto admitted, perhaps a bit too eagerly, “I usually just do whatever’s popular. I like watching baseball! And going to movies with friends, and playing games, and there’s some TV shows I watch with my sister…” He trailed off, the thought of Komaru dampening his mood as he remembered the videos they’d been forced to watch soon after arriving at the school. Would he ever be able to join Komaru on the couch and gossip over the private lives of fictional characters ever again? “But… since we came here, I guess I’ve just been talking to everyone. That is, when we’re not all dealing with… you know.”

When he looked up again, Kirigiri actually was meeting his eyes, and he had to contain his jolt of surprise. He was sure she’d noticed his shock regardless—she was as observant as she was guarded—but she had the courtesy not to bring it up. “So you’re on good terms with the others?”

“I mean, I guess…” Makoto shrugged. “I don’t think Togami likes me much, but I don’t really think he likes anyone. I wanted to be friends with Fukawa—I still do—but she was already complicated even before we learned everything about her. And I have no idea what Ludenberg thinks of me, but I guess she’s nicer to me than she is to Yamada.”

Kirigiri smiled. Makoto didn’t think he had seen her genuine smile yet, and this certainly wasn’t it; it was more of a wry twist of the lips, really. “Navigating through those personalities is your idea of fun?”

“Well, maybe not those three specifically…” He scratched at his cheek. Her phrasing hadn’t been particularly kind, but it was hard to disagree with the implication. Hope’s Peak recruited the best of the best, and it seemed that being the best of the best came with, at the very least, a healthy degree of eccentricity.  “But… yeah. Everyone has good in them. I think it’s rewarding to find it, especially in… this sort of situation.”

As if there were any other situation that remotely qualified as the same “sort” as what they were going through right now.

“Naegi, three of our ‘classmates’ have been murderers. One of them is still here.” Any traces of amusement still present from his earlier comments had left her voice. She was frowning sternly at him, eyes trained on his.

Makoto was unable to hold her gaze for long, though he couldn’t help the defensiveness that crept into his voice as he responded, “Kuwata was trying to protect himself. Fukawa wants to change; she told us herself that the reason she locked herself in her room that time was because she didn’t want Genocider Syo to hurt anyone. And Owada…” The image of Chihiro’s corpse, blood dripping down the remains of his skull, came unbidden to Makoto’s mind. But there was also the picture of Owada telling him about his beloved dog, and joking and laughing with Ishimaru, and the resigned, regretful look on Owada’s face as he confessed. “I… I don’t think he would have done what he did under any other circumstances.”

Kirigiri’s stern glare didn’t let up. “That’s even more worrying. You say everyone has good in them, but everyone has bad in them too. You don’t think Owada would have committed murder under different circumstances? Well then, what circumstances would drive Ishimaru to kill? Yamada? Togami? Everyone has a breaking point, Naegi. You don’t want to risk ‘having fun’ with them when they reach it.”

Words were stuck in his throat. Everything she was saying made sense logically, but all the same, he knew in his gut that he would never accept it. Finally, he managed a small, “I’ve been spending time with you.”

“I never said that was a good idea.” Her words fell like stones, clattering to the ground between them. Before he could work up the strength to reply, her back was turned and she was walking purposefully away from him. Makoto winced at the sound of her boots clacking on the floor.

Before long, she was gone.

Kyoko Kirigiri let out a labored sigh. Were anyone else around, she’d be loath to show such a sign of weakness, but she was alone, and she could afford to be dramatic. Certainly the cameras could see her, as she was only standing in the third floor hall, but quite frankly, whatever shadowy, sick figure was watching from behind them could kiss her ass.

She thought of Naegi’s devastated face just before she’d turned away. She grit her teeth.

So much for that. Naegi was wrong. Talking to others wasn’t fun at all.

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Naegiri Week 2017 is here! Happy Holidays to all of my fellow shippers, it’s that lovely time of the year again where I get to gorge myself on ship content for a week and also try to motivate myself to produce content!

I’m super glad to be doing this again, and I hope you all enjoy this! Thanks to @naegiriweek for hosting this again.

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Today’s theme is “Relax” and I’m honestly really happy with how this came out. I hope you all like it, too!

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Here’s day four of Naegiri Week! Today’s theme is “Sweet”. Not much to say about this one, it’s another short one. I hope you all like it!

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Here’s day 3 of Naegiri Week, Safe! The next few stories are going to be really short due to time constraints, but I hope they come out well anyway! Enjoy!

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Here it is! It’s a bit late, but here’s My final entry for Naegiri Week 2017! Today’s them is “Soft” and I’ve been looking forward to writing this for a while now, I hope you all enjoy it! Merry Christmas!

Thanks so much to @naegiriweek​ for hosting this lovely event! I loved participating, and I absolutely loved seeing all the content that other fans were putting out this week! I hope you all enjoyed reading my fics this week as much as I loved seeing everyone elses fanwork! Thanks so much to everyone who left a comment/review or reblogged my fics!

Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays to everyone! And remember: no matter what happens, no matter what anyone says, Naegiri is, and always will be, canon.

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(Also I had to post this past midnight because of Tumblr’s fucking post limit even though I finished this like two hours ago)

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Day 5 of Naegiri Week is here! And today’s theme is “Fun”. I hope you all enjoy my fic, I actually had more fun than I expected writing it, and I can’t wait to see what everyone else comes up with for today’s theme.

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This fic was inspired by/ripped off from Tsurezure Children. If you haven’t read/watched that yet, then go do it. Right now. I’m serious. Do it.

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