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kotton-kandy953 · 10 months ago

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━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳

➛ various!yandere!male oneshots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 2.6k┆warnings: SPOILERS FOR SDR2 !! cursing, harassment, mentions of self-harm, obsessive behavior, stalking┆a/n: when I wrote this one-shot, I actually didn’t play dr2 up to this point. so sorry if it’s a bit off from the storyline.

LETHAL ━ in game ! nagito komaeda x fem ! reader

━ ABOUT Y/N

ever since this killing game has begun, Nagito has shown stalker-ish and obsessive tendencies towards you.

but everything is going to be alright since he's tied up and unable to cause any more harm to others. Right?

⤷ ❝ 𝖄/𝕹

Today, it's your turn." The red headed girl said as she shoved a tray of food towards your face.

Blinking in bewilderment, you protested, "huh?- My turn for what?"

Mahiru sighed, "To feed Nagito. He refuses to eat and I can't get through to him. I can't just let him starve."

You looked around the room for any other faces. Only a few were in the dining hall at the time, "But why are you coming to me of all people? You know I hate him."

"Please, Y/n. Just this once. He seems to only be fond of you." You looked up into her eyes then back down to the tray she held out before herself.

"Ugh... fine."

You grabbed the tray and walked past the freckled girl and into the room where Nagito was held.

When you entered, you couldn't help but notice how his previously dull eyes lit up when he saw your semi-frustrated expression.

"Y/n! How's it going!? I haven't seen you since... since the trial a few days ago! Has it been a few days? I don't know! I've lost track of time from being down here for so long..." he began to go on and on about how he missed you and being free to roam about the island.

You found the way he spoke about you a little... creepy.

You figured that he and Hajime would be friends because when you first met him they were together.

So why isn't he talking about how he misses his other friends?

Does he not have any?

Then what were you to him—?

"-Hey, it seems you got something there for me...?" You watched as he struggled to sit up in his restraints.

"I wasn't really hungry when Mahiru was attempting to force this food down my throat. But now that you're here my appetite has returned." A light red blush formed on his cheeks as he spoke.

He smiled crazily as he stared down at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with you.

"Crazy, isn't it?"

His words sent chills down your spine. It wasn't what he had said, it was the delivery of the words.

You knew he was tied up for being dangerous but...

...you're starting to think he's actually insane.

Slowly, you took a few step towards him then kneeled down. "I don't want to be here so I'm going to make this go as quickly as possible," you muttered to him.

You grabbed the spoon and scooped up some of the food on the plate. You're surprised it didn't get cold while he was busy yapping about his misfortune.

You glance up at him while bringing the spoon up to his face. His cheeks were redder than ever and his face had a smile as if he was struggling to contain his excitement.

"Can you... uh..." you nervously muttered, not wanting to say those horrid words.

Nagito's smile faded and he just smirked, "Can I...?"

He knew exactly what you wanted to ask.

He just wanted to hear it come out of your mouth.

You fought back your embarrassment before finally spitting the words out, "open your mouth."

You brought the spoon closer to his sealed lips that refused to budge.

Until he spoke again, that is.

"I can't hear you, Y/—" without hesitation, you shoved the spoon in his mouth.

You watched him gag a bit before finally swallowing the food, "Wh- what the heck!?"

"You took you long." You shrugged.

He stared at you with a bit of a hurt expression.

"You're so fucking dramatic" You rolled your eyes.

You scooped up some more food and taunted it in front of his face, "You want me to tell you, 'here comes the air plane' each time I feed you or something?" You held back a laugh.

He smiled and looked down at the tray, "Y'know... you look really cute right now."

His gaze met yours once again.

"You just being here makes me feel way better despite this despair-inducing situation."

Before you let yourself get flustered, you remembered that he was chained up for being the cause of someone else's murder.

And that he's crazy.

"Shut up." You gave no reaction to his affectionate words.

You awkwardly lifted the spoon up to his lips, watching him chew at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Could you chew any slower..." you sighed, thinking he was doing this just to get on your nerves.

Not to keep you by his side for longer than you desired.

"Are you going to chew it for me?"

He smiled, "To be honest, I'd really prefer it that way."

An extremely disgusted look grew on your (s/c) face.

There's no way he's fucking for real right now, you thought.

"This'd go way faster if you stopped your weird form of flirting..."

"'Flirting?' Hah, I wish..." he looked down, avoiding eye contact.

You moved a bit closer to his face, confusion overtaking your features.

"I don't understand how you could believe that such a lowly piece of scum as myself could attempt to flirt with a beautiful girl like you."

He suddenly jerked his upper body closer to you, your lips just barely grazing his.

Out of shock of his sudden movements, you stumbled back with a bright red blush forming on your face.

Was he trying to...

"Y/n, what's the matter?" he frowned when he witnessed you frantically moving away from his restrained body.

...Was he trying to fucking kiss me!?

"Don't tell me you're... you're afraid of me?"

Nagito's crazed smile faded. A genuine look of curiosity shown on his pale face, "afraid... No, you can't be afraid of me..."

He repeated that sentence over and over, it looked like he was more or so talking to himself rather than you.

"Well, why am I surprised." He chuckled, reassuring only himself, "I'd be completely frightened if some disgusting piece of garbage wanted my company. Even if it were for a little while."

"No, that's not it," You moved a bit closer to the white haired male but still keeping a distance.

"It's just that... I was a bit uncomfortable, that's all."

He blinked for a few seconds, processing your words. Then, a wide smile spread across his face.

"'Uncomfortable!' Of course!! I just invaded your personal space, haha! I'm just utterly too stupid to understand how that made you feel..." he then began yapping about how much of a waste he was as a person and how he couldn't have been more stupid.

The way he wouldn't stop degrading himself was slightly concerning. But you still didn't say anything regarding the topic.

"Could you please just eat? I didn't come here to socialize." You blurted out, putting an abrupt halt to his mindless rambling.

"My apologies, Y/n!" He nervously chuckled, "I haven't been around you- or anyone for that matter- in a super long time! So when I finally get company I can't—"

You shoved the spoon in his mouth again and muttered, "Do you have an 'off' button."

You yanked the spoon out of his mouth then let him swallow his food.

"Do you want to find it?"

• • •

"Why the hell isn't he tied up anymore!?" You desperately asked Hajime as he sat at a table in the dining hall.

You had a feeling he'd have the answer.

Hajime only sighed in response, he seemed a bit frustrated himself.

"Monomi freed him, hoping that we could all get along and investigate Mahiru's murder together."

You displayed an immensely frightened expression as you heard the words coming out of the brown haired boy's mouth.

"I don't think this is a very good idea," You said, feeling your heartbeat beat beginning to

accelerate.

"Why not?" You almost shouted.

Hajime looked up at you with curious eyes. Those eyes soon turned into ones displaying deep concern when he had noticed your state.

"Y/n? Wh- what's wrong!?" He stood up from his seat.

"Nagito is kind of..." you slowly brought up a trembling hand you rub your arm, "...weird."

He hesitantly placed a hand on your shoulder, "Weird how?" Hajime's voice grew with more and more concern.

"What did he do to yo—"

"-Hey, Hajime!" You heard a loud, frighteningly familiar, voice ringing out in the dining hall as they entered.

Slowly, both you and your brown haired friend turned around to see the person you probably hated the most right now.

"Speak of the devil..." The green eyed protagonist angrily muttered under his breath.

It was silent between the three of you before, of course, Nagito made the decision to speak up, "So what were you guys talking about?"

He grabbed your hand and yanked you towards himself, "H- Hey!!"

"I hope it wasn't super important because I need Y/n for something real quick—"

He was just about to drag you off somewhere despite your desperate struggle against him.

Only for Hajime to tightly grab onto his forearm.

"let go of her, Nagito." He said with a cold glare.

The white haired male just returned it with an even more threatening look.

I look at said that he could murder him right then and there.

Then, with a obviously fake smile, Nagito freed your hand from his grasp.

"haha," he chuckled, "I guess right now's a bad time?"

He watched as Hajime gently pushed you away from him, striking a nerve Nagito never thought he had.

What made him think that he could just touch you whenever he wanted like that?

It made him sick.

"I'll take my leave now," the green eyed male awkwardly turned and walked away.

"Bye, Y/n and Hajime!"

Neither you or Hajime returned his farewell.

Once the odd male was completely out of eyesight and earshot, the brown haired protagonist was beginning to ask you the question he would have asked earlier if it weren't for Nagito.

"Y/n, Wha—"

"-It's getting late. I'm going to sleep." You began walking out of the dining hall and towards the cottages.

Hajime blinked in confusion, "It's barely 3pm..."

• • •

Once in your cottage, you made sure to lock the door behind yourself. Only so he couldn't barge his way inside.

You've never told anyone about Nagito.

You felt that if you did, it would somehow get back to him and you don't know what he'd do...

...you don't know what he'd do if the whole island found out that he's a crazy stalker.

You don't exactly have proof, but you've caught him following you around the island a few times from the corner of your eye.

Whenever he'd speak to you, his affectionate compliments and remarks made you uncomfortable.

And you've even had a few of your more personal items gone missing, but that couldn't have been only him...

...right?

So that's why when you found out that Nagito was free to roam around the island you started to freak out.

Nothing would end well for anyone if Nagito does turn out to be some crazy stalker.

Or are you just being a little paranoid?

You didn't go to sleep at that time, you couldn't go to sleep.

Everyone was out there trying to solve a murder case while you're alone in your cottage.

Sulking about your misfortune.

After laying in bed for a good five minutes you decided it would be best to help everyone out than to isolate yourself all day.

But that was before you got a knock at your door.

You waited for the unwanted guest to go away, but the knocking grew harder and more urgent.

With a sigh, you walked over to the door and cracked it open a tiny bit.

You expected to see Hajime, still asking that question he never got to finish.

But it was worse.

He was...

"...Nagito?" You asked.

The white haired male seemed a bit worried as he stood there, "Y/n, I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable in any way lately..." Nagito began as he diverted his eyes to the ground.

"I... I wanted to let you know that earlier if Hajime didn't..." He trailed off, noticing how you barely kept the door cracked open to see his face.

A frown formed on his lips.

"Can you please open the door, please? I just... I just want to see you." Nagito begged, desperately trying to get a glimpse of your face from outside the door.

You really didn't want to... but you hesitantly began opening the door all the way.

Which was your most horrible mistake yet.

Nagito forced his way inside and quickly made his way towards your completely frightened figure.

You stumbled back, out of shock.

I knew I shouldn't have!!—

Your frantic thoughts were cut short by his arms snaking their way around your waist. You struggled and shouted as he swiftly used his heel to shut the door.

You were about to let out a scream before his hand came up to cover your mouth.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you stared up at him in horror.

"I knew you or your little friends wouldn't let me talk to you in private. — so I had to do it the hard way..." Ignoring his futile attempts to calm you down, you screamed and struggled in his arms.

Despite growing frustrated with your resistance, he only shushed you and pressed your head against his chest. "Why are you being so difficult? I won't hurt you."

He quietly chuckled to himself, "Oh, who am I kidding? What's makes me think that some beautiful girl would want scum like me to be in love with her."

You froze at his words.

'In... love?' You thought.

He noticed your reaction and blushed bright red, "Was it not obvious, Y/n? I am so madly in love with you I don't know what to do!!"

He moved his to the back of your head and forced you to look up at his face. His dull, green eyes, filled with nothing but lust and love for you, bore deeply into yours.

Your irises shook in fear at his next words.

"You're so pretty that every time I look at you it makes me want to gouge my eyes out," he said with a crazed smile growing on his face.

His breathing grew heavier and his cheeks flushed bright red.

He softly caressed your face and let his thumb trace over your lips as he started regulating his erratic breathing.

"I noticed that you've stopped reacting... is it that you're frozen with fear?"

He leaned even closer to your face, his breath brushing against your lips.

You tried moving your head away but he only jerked you closer.

Resulting in you sharing your first kiss with your stalker.

Once he finally pulled away from the horrid kiss, he whispers, "I love you so much, Y/n."

"And the Hope living deep inside of you."

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respectfullytrash · 1 year ago

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Scene from chapter 2 of @theamityelf ‘s Komaegi fic, A Path to Good Luck,

#Fanfiction #komaegi #Nagito komaeda #Makoto Naegi #danganronpa #.TrashArt #.TrashDr

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ashsirens · 1 year ago

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It's funny that when Kodaka tweeted about Shuichi being bisexual everyone screamed for joy, but when he tweeted about Komaeda being totally cool with going out with girls, everyone went blind.

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1loer · 17 days ago

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"He definitely felt a lot more at ease being in here with Komaeda than if he’d been forced to stay in here on his own, especially considering… Well, considering the circumstances. “Don't worry Hinata!” Komaeda chirped, “I can say for certain that there's nothing in here that will hurt you.” Hinata rolled his eyes, “I know that.” “…Not directly, anyway.” ‘You had to go and ruin it.’ " Playing seven minutes with heaven with Komaeda wasn't the strangest thing Hinata had been forced to do in the last few days, but that just spoke for how strange the last few days had been. Komahina Week Day 1 Prompt : In-Game.

My entry for komahina week Day 1 : In-Game - Love At First Sight . Komahina seven minutes in heaven: with a twist! >:)

It's under the read-more too if you'd rather use tumblr! Hope you enjoy <3

TW: strangulation

“It’s darker in here than I expected…”

Hinata regretted it the moment it came out of his mouth. Such a stupid thing to say, but he couldn’t stand the silence much longer.

Realistically, it was only a minute or so ago that Hinata had been locked in here. But the seconds had passed like hours. He’d watched the closet door close the way a prisoner on death row would watch the fall of the guillotine blade. With fearful acceptance and a want for it all to be over as quickly and painlessly as humanly possible. The door had shut, the stopper clicked into place, and with it, any light in the small cupboard was extinguished. He wished there was even a bit of light. The thin strip that cut around the seal of the door didn’t do much of anything at all. Despite how close they were forced to stand (the cupboard was for perhaps a broom and a coat or two, not for two tall high school boys), Komaeda was broken down to his essentials. Outlines and darker shapes amongst an otherwise featureless darkness. It made him nervous. He couldn’t tell how he was feeling, or if this was all just as awkward for Komaeda as it was for him too.

“Oh, are you scared?” Komaeda teased and Hinata’s regret deepened.

“Shut up.” he grumbled. Despite his annoyance, he couldn’t help but smile. Another stupid thing for him to say. Hadn’t he just been silently bemoaning how awkwardly quiet it was? Thankfully, Komaeda didn’t listen to him.

“The dark isn't as scary when you’re with someone, is it?” Hinata leaned back against the wall of the cupboard and folded his arms as he listened to Komaeda happily chatter, “It's nice to have confirmation that there's someone there, instead of just guessing. That's the real fear, I think. Not the dark, but the question of if there's something in it with you, and if there is, what is it?”

Hinata hadn’t really thought of it like that before, but he supposed it was true. He definitely felt a lot more at ease being in here with Komaeda than if he’d been forced to stay in here on his own, especially considering…

Well, considering the circumstances.

“Don't worry Hinata!” Komaeda chirped, “I can say for certain that there's nothing in here that will hurt you.”

Hinata rolled his eyes, “I know that.”

“…Not directly, anyway.”

‘You had to go and ruin it.’ he sighed humorously at the thought, and silence claimed the closet once more.��

He’d known this game was a bad idea the moment Teruteru had gotten excited about it. Damn Miss Sonia and her country’s strange customs. Though apparently, this was something the others had seen in American movies before, so maybe he couldn’t place all the blame fully on Novoselic this time. Actually, most of the blame could be put on the rest of his classmates for not putting an end to this idea before it had gotten out of hand. He’d cursed them even harder when he, for some unintelligible logic, was forced to go first. He didn’t even want to play the game. He’d hardly managed to eat any of the food Togami had let them start eating before all this nonsense had started. But he’d never been good at resisting peer pressure.

It had been easier to give in than continue to argue. He’d agreed on the terms that this was his one and only round. Everyone accepted the terms a little too easily for his liking, but he supposed it was better than being forced to experience it more than once.

Plus, even if it was a horrible idea, it was a brilliant distraction from…everything else. Actually, things were finally starting to feel somewhat normal. Well, as normal as they could be for a group of strangers being forced into a so-called ‘killing school trip’. Despite knowing it was pointless, Hinata couldn’t help but hope that at any moment he’d wake up late for his first day at Hope’s Peak Academy, and this whole experience would just be a crazy dream he could use as an ice breaker when getting to know his classmates. Though, perhaps their first impression of him being a guy who dreams about stuff like this wouldn’t be the best outcome either.

He should be at home after his first day studying at Hope’s Peak. He should be neck deep in homework and buzzing with new experiences that he could tell his parents about. Maybe they’d stop and actually listen to him for a few minutes. Instead, he was at a party on a tropical island, being bossed around by robotic animals as they tried to push them to the point they’d kill each other. And now the situation had unravelled to the point that he’d been forced into a small, dusty, dark cupboard at the back of the dining hall in the middle of a party with Nagito Komaeda, with the express purpose of being in here to…do whatever it was that two people did in such close quarters. Thinking of the specifics made him embarrassed, but it was also a little embarrassing that he was embarrassed about it.

His thoughts were so many and so heavy. He broke the silence with a sigh that mirrored them. Komaeda seemed to take that as a cue to start speaking again.

“Getting trapped here with Hinata…I wonder, is this good luck or bad luck.” Komaeda’s voice was softer in the darkness than usual. Even so, it still drew Hinata's attention, “Hmm, for you it’s probably bad luck, right?” he chuckled good naturedly. Hinata didn’t know what to say to that, so stayed quiet. Komaeda’s laughter dissipated, and then it was just them, their breathing, and the sound of everyone just outside the door partying without them. “You were hoping for Nanami, weren’t you?”

Now that startled him into a response, “H-Huh?! What makes you say that?”

“You had quite a serious face when you were spinning the bottle. I thought that Hinata might have had someone in mind. Nanami seemed the most likely. I can’t blame you. What a shame that she ended up on guard duty and couldn’t play.”

Hinata was finally happy for the darkness; it hid his blushing, “I-I wasn’t thinking of anyone specific. There's no way to control it anyway, and like you said, Nanami wasn’t even playing, so why would I be thinking of her?” Hinata shifted where he stood. It was a stupid thing to think, considering how dark it was, but Hinata still felt like Komaeda could see right through him. The vulnerability was harder to sit with than ever, with only two feet of space separating them.

“Being in a room this small with Nanami would surely be more…exciting.”

“Now who’s wishing they were in here with Nanami?” Hinata grumbled bitterly,

“Hmm…”

That tone, it wasn’t confirming, but definitely not denying the accusation either. Hinata felt himself scowling before he realised it. Not that he cared what Komaeda wanted. This game was stupid anyway, and he didn’t know why it had been suggested, let alone agreed upon. It’s not like any of them were actually going to play it like it was supposed to. Or, at least, Hinata definitely wasn’t and never planned on. Kissing someone he didn’t know just like that? He didn’t have the confidence for something that forward.

But, with all the time they’d spent together so far, was seven minutes really that much more for Komaeda bare through? Hinata certainly wasn’t disappointed with the outcome. Apparently, the feeling wasn’t mutual. Was Komaeda bored or something? Hinata couldn’t think of much to talk about. Something about the darkness and the seclusion made him feel slightly tongue tied. But it wasn’t a horrible feeling. He figured he still felt more comfortable right now than if he’d been forced in here with any of the other Ultimates.

Though, he supposed it was normal for a boy to want to be in here with a girl, considering the context. Maybe he was the weird one for feeling so comfortable with all of this. Though, Komaeda kind of had that effect on him overall. It was strange. Hinata wasn’t used to feeling like that with strangers.

“What would you do, if it was Nanami here?”

Hinata immediately took back everything he just said.

“W-What kind of question is that?!” he squawked. Komaeda was not nearly as affected and powered through his questions with a cold firmness.

“Would you play properly? If it were someone more desirable, would you do it? Is Hinata the type to be so bold? It's like Schrodinger's cat. The only way to find out if we kissed would be to open the door. And while it would be a cruel trick to pull, I don’t think the Ultimates would use such underhand tactics.”

What was his deal? This was such a weird conversation topic. Obviously, Hinata would’ve been happy to be here with Nanami. But Hinata wasn’t too proud to admit that if it had been Nanami, he would’ve been incredibly nervous. It wasn’t like he was terrible with girls, but he didn’t have much experience either. The context of this stupid game definitely would’ve gotten to him.

Would he have kissed her?

His face burned hot enough he worried he was glowing in the dark. Forget questioning Komaeda, why was he even entertaining this stupid scenario? But now he’d started, he couldn’t help it, and that was just making everything worse.

“Well…There’s no one way to play.” he answered dismissively, looking at the darkness of the back wall of the closet instead of the shadows that curtained between him and Komaeda, “You could stand here and talk just like we are now, and as long as you last the seven minutes, you win.”

“But wouldn’t that be a waste?”

He strained to see Komaeda’s expression through the darkness. A whisper of something was there, darker shadows carving out the shape of his face, the light catching to shine in his eye, but not much more. Hinata hadn’t realised how much he’d been relying on Komaeda’s expressions until now. His tone had never been more inscrutable. It gave Hinata’s mind too much room to run wild. Though his back was firmly against the strong wood walls of the closet, he felt unsteady. He pressed his palms back as well for extra support. They’d started to sweat.

“What are you implying?”

“All this possibility, and you just want to stand here and talk?” Komaeda’s voice was casual. Too casual, “There's nothing but these four walls. Not even Monokuma’s cameras are in here. No one would know what transpired except for you and the person here with you. That changes things, doesn’t it? The possibilities to push boundaries you can’t anywhere else…” with nothing but sound to go off, the subtle sound of his breath shaking between sentences may as well have been a hurricane, “Isn’t it invigorating?”

Hinata swallowed. That hadn’t cleared up anything. In fact, it had actually made things even less clear. He felt his heart stutter.

The party was supposed to be a rebellious distraction, this game even more so. Love to combat hate, or something corny like that. It had worked, a little. But with a concept like a killing game between him and his classmates, it would take more than some good food and atmosphere to take it completely from his mind.

To escape this island, he had to kill one of his classmates and get away with it. Which was a death sentence to everyone else. Fifteen lives for his. He knew it wasn’t right, but Hinata couldn’t help but keep asking himself…Could he justify it?

He wondered if maybe that feeling could be mutual.

Komaeda was nice. He was calm and easy going, and hadn’t shaken once, even when faced with the most ridiculous of circumstances. The complete opposite of him. Hinata had been a wreck from the start, even before the bear showed up. Maybe that’s why he’d clung to Komaeda like he had. A buoy in the chaos that had nearly drowned him.

It was only now that he realised that, despite the easy trust he’d fallen into with Komaeda, he didn’t really know him at all. Komaeda was a stranger. And there were no witnesses in this cupboard.

He sucked in a breath, pushed his back a little closer to the wall. He eyed the light that peaked in through the edges of the door, “It's not like I could get away with killing you in here. Everyone would know it was me.”

It was more a reminder to Komaeda than himself.

“Is that it?” Komaeda’s reply didn’t miss a beat, “If Nanami was here, would you kill her?”

Hinata shot through with indignation at the suggestion, “No! I would never hurt her!” he swallowed. That was the truth. He knew it was the truth.

Right?

Then why did he feel like a defendant on the stand with an itching on the palm he’d used to swear an oath of truth. His mouth moved without his brain, autopilot swerving him to something the jury would believe, “O-Or anyone. I wouldn’t kill-”

“Then what?” the interruption shocked him out of his guilty overcompensation. There was an intensity he wasn’t used to rolling off Komaeda. It had been building from the moment the door had closed, and now he couldn’t ignore it. He didn’t need to see Komaeda’s face to know he was staring. He could feel it searing through him, “With Nanami here, you’d be chest to chest. And she isn’t one to take the easy route when it comes to games.”

Why was he insisting on this? What did it matter to him how he felt about Nanami? Did Komaeda think he was competition or something? He’d hardly even spoken to her.

“I-It doesn’t matter, because I’m not here with Nanami so this conversation is pointless!” he snapped.

“Then should we pretend instead?”

Hinata couldn’t keep up with this conversation. Even less so with this new side of Komaeda, one whose intensity burned bright enough that the darkness didn’t snuff it.

“It’s dark enough that we can’t see each other.” Komaeda continued, as if it was the most natural, normal suggestion in the world, “It should be easy.”

“P-Pretend that-“

Komaeda took a step forward; Hinata’s words stuck dead in his throat.

“If she’s who you’d rather be with, you could pretend I’m her,” his whispers made his hair stand on end. His proximity kicked his heart into a higher gear. That same intensity in his cadence as before. But something else too, something peeking through in his tone. Hinata wanted to call it desperation. His breathing was too controlled, “I don’t mind.” he finished with a smile Hinata could hear.

He’d never noticed the height difference between them before. He was glad it was dark in this closet.

He thought about the Komaeda who’d greeted him on the beach. He thought of how polite and gentle he was with everyone, even if they didn’t really deserve it. How even Hinata could admit he was cute when he laughed. He’d been harmless. Bright as the island sun and easy as the tropical breeze.

He missed who Komaeda had been outside of this closet.

Hinata swallowed. If he could back up anymore, he would’ve. He settled for turning his head away. It helped, minimally, “Y-You’re being weird…”

The intensity vanished. Hinata felt it like a pressure lifting. It was a bit easier to breathe in this break from the interrogation.

“Am I bothering you?” Komaeda asked. Careful, quiet. A pathetic hesitation in his tone like he already knew the answer and knew it wouldn’t be good.

Hinata suddenly felt very silly. Komaeda outside the closet and inside it, they were the same person. Perhaps he was just as nervous and uncomfortable as Hinata was. Even with how well they’d gotten along, he’d noticed Komaeda was a bit…socially awkward. Hinata had found it more than a little charming and wholly disarming. This was probably just a product of that.

Even so…

“No, it's just…” he narrowed his eyes, trying desperately to see Komaeda. To reach him through the darkness, “Why do you care?”

Komaeda had never been this unknowable before. In the silence, he had nothing but sound and touch. It was frustrating. There had always been something. Hinata could sense it in those awkward moments. The ones where Komaeda tried desperately to be a leader, a fighter, a helping hand, only to be shot down unceremoniously. He’d seen it in his respect for his classmates, something a little too much to be called polite. He’d seen it in the way he’d smiled. Hinata had been drawn to all of it.

He cursed the darkness and how much it kept from him. As if Komaeda wasn’t mysterious enough as it was. The darkness was cruelly teasing. This was the closest he’d ever been to Komaeda, and somehow, he still felt he was further away than he ever had been. It made him feel crazed. Nearly desperate. If he could just reach him, he’d know him, and maybe this feeling would dissipate.

And Komaeda was right there. He wanted to act. Couldn’t think about anything else. His fingers twitching, the movement fuzzing like static pinpricks under the skin of his arm, egging him on, begging him to move, to touch.

“I’m curious.” Komaeda murmured, a genuineness to his words that when paired with his typical scratching breathiness was like a nail dragged teasingly up his spine, “There’s a lot of mysterious things about you, Hinata. So many mysteries packed into one body, um, it’s quite, ah, enticing.” Komaeda stepped forwards again. Hinata could feel his breath waft over him, sweet with the tropical punch from the party, “Isn't it natural to want to uncover a mystery? To want to, um, peel back the layers,” Komaeda’s fingers brushed against his stomach, featherlight over the stuffy cotton of his shirt, but still enough to make his stomach quiver. Komaeda swallowed wetly, “Until, um, you can see what’s underneath. To really…Ah, understand.”

His eyes homed in on where his voice was coming from. Strained to see, desperate to see. He understood.

The feeling was mutual.

“Yeah,” he’d never heard his voice go so deep, “It is.”

Komaeda’s breath was heavy, but his voice was light, “I trust you, Hinata.”

Hinata’s stomach dropped. He meant it. No one could fake the honest reverence in his tone. How could he mean it? They hardly knew each other. Hinata hardly knew himself.

“Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Most definitely.” Komaeda giggled; a whispered, excited thing he killed as quick as he birthed it. Komaeda swallowed. Hinata’s eyes latched onto a new obsession. Right where he could imagine the outline of a long, thin neck, the shadows between the tendons. Komaeda dipped his head forwards, and Hinata felt his breath and heard his smile as if he could hear the crease he knew it pushed into his cheeks, “I'm good with danger.”

It was an arrogant assertion. It made Hinata burn hot, a heat that made him antsy. He wanted to put Komaeda’s money where his mouth was. Wanted to make him prove just how much he meant what he said.

Maybe, he had something to prove himself too.

His arms twitched, his last hesitation. Then, he was on him, his hands around Komaeda’s throat. Komaeda’s skin was cold beneath his touch. He didn’t flinch, but Komaeda did. At the first brush, he felt it– a jump, a surprise. Hinata smirked. All bark, no bite.

He could feel Komaeda’s pulse racing, like the kick of a rabbit fighting against a wild dog. He could feel his breath stutter, his throat work as he swallowed his fear. Hinata tightened his hands. He felt the tendons in his neck strain. He brushed his thumbs along the bulge of his oesophagus and licked his lips. He pressed down, felt the pressure of resistance. Komaeda gasped at the feeling, a feeble choking sound that made Hinata’s jaw drop open a little. He dragged a thumb up, pressed instead at the soft palate under Komaeda’s jaw. It was easily done with Komaeda titling his head back like that, moulding to him as easily as wet clay. A touch at his wrists shocked him still. Komaeda had grabbed him, long, cold fingers wrapping tight around his wrists. Hinata loosened his grip, but unlike what he’d expected, Komaeda didn’t pull him away. Komaeda held him in place.

It was Hinata’s turn to swallow.

He felt out of his body. Some strange feeling had possessed him when Komaeda had stepped close enough he could smell his cotton fresh detergent in the privacy of this dark closet. Instead of thinking, he acted, his feelings guiding him to what he wanted. And with Komaeda bowing to his whims so pleasantly, it was hard to hold back. The thought made him shiver.

He wished he could see him like he could hear him, even the quietest sounds amplified, not a single secret kept. He dragged a hand down. Hinata felt his collarbones, hard bone under thin skin. It was nearly painful to touch. His skin was so thin it was like everything was already on the surface, presented ready for whoever would be daring enough to take it. Komaeda’s chest expanded under his hand as he breathed in, and the air caressed against his cheeks on the way out. It was too much, it was indulgent.

He peaked his fingers beneath his shirt, felt the tense wiry muscles of his shoulder, felt his heart fluttering against his thin rib cage. He held his hand there, right above it, engulfed with the feeling of it, at how willing Komaeda was to him, no matter what he did. Would Komaeda allow just anyone to touch him like this? Hinata didn’t want to think so. He knew it was a ridiculous thought. He knew that an attractive, warm boy like Komaeda had probably had a lifetime of touch before Hinata. But knowing this didn’t make him feel any more bitter about the truth. Komaeda made him feel special. Hinata needed that. He didn’t know why he needed that. It shouldn’t have mattered like it did. It was terrifying. Hinata wanted more.

Before, he’d thought it was safety that had drawn him to Komaeda. And maybe in part that had been right. But now, Hinata thought that maybe this was all just because Komaeda had sought him out and not anyone else. Despite all these amazing people around him, Komaeda had chosen him. That even though he didn’t know his talent, didn’t even know his past, he’d held an unwavering belief in him that had made him feel important. Komaeda made him feel like he mattered.

“Ah-Aha, d-did you lie, Hinata?” Komaeda’s voice was weaker and raspier than Hinata had ever heard it. It was desperate enough to make him wonder if Komaeda was finally scared. The thought made him shiver, “I-Is this really what you’d do if Nanami was here?”

Now all Komaeda wanted to talk about was Nanami. He’d been enough for him before, why not now? When Hinata was right here, in front of him. When Hinata could do anything that Nanami could’ve and more.

The hand still holding his throat found his jaw. His thumb found his lips. Thin and chapped and dry. They parted at his touch, and involuntary gasp that let the pad of Hinata’s thumb graze the hard bone of his teeth. He could feel Komaeda choke on his breath. His thumb pulled slightly, and he felt the wet inside of Komaeda’s bottom lip. He wished he could see. He was so glad he couldn’t. If he were faced with the real thing, and if Komaeda looked anything like Hinata imagined in his head, something would break. Feeling wasn’t enough. Hearing wasn’t enough. Seeing was impossible. All he had left was taste.

“Nanami isn’t here.”

He leaned forwards, chasing the warm target of his thumb.

“H-Hinata.” Komaeda whispered, shaking with wanting anticipation. He felt a tug as Komaeda grabbed the edge of his shirt shyly. Komaeda made a sound, muffled and cut off. It didn’t matter; he’d heard it clear as the dark was impenetrable. What did that mean? Was this what he wanted? What was he thinking and what did he see in him that Hinata couldn’t? He just wanted to know him. He didn’t know why. But now that seemed so unimportant. Now, blinded by the darkness, with Komaeda pliable and prone beneath his thumb, tugging at his shirt and wanting, Hinata thought that he was closer than he ever had been.

Hinata licked his lips, and let his body move him to what it needed so that he could understand, so he could know. His lips brushed his thumb, he pulled it away, firmly holding Komaeda’s chin instead to keep him in place, right where he wanted him. Hinata tasted Komaeda’s breath on his tongue. He wanted to replace it with his own.

Outside, something moved.

“Ah…” a small sound, more breath than voice, and Hinata froze. A hair away, maybe less. Basically touching. Realistically not. “Unlucky.” the word tickled his lips.

Hinata’s brow furrowed. Unlucky. He said it like it was an inevitability. Mumbled the word with the melancholy acceptance of someone who’d bet on the lamest dog in the race just to watch it fail to cross the finish line.

The next thing he knew, two firm hands on his chest were shoving him back so forcefully he bounced a little off the wall behind him and he was blinded by light as the door was suddenly ripped open.

He held a hand up, blinked his vision back to less painful levels and saw a gathering of faces. His classmates, staring at them in wide eyed anticipation, led by a very excited Mioda and a very frazzled looking Souda. They all deflated with a sigh, most relieved, some disappointed.

The cool air hit him and whatever bubble that he’d been encased in finally, officially popped, and the memory of everything that had just happened in the last seven minutes flooded him ruthlessly. He looked at Komaeda, like maybe he’d see something that’d remind him it had just been in his head. There wasn’t a hair on his head out of place, and the smile on his face was just casual enough that you could almost ignore that he wasn’t usually that flushed. The red in his cheeks looked good on him.

Oh fuck.

Komaeda laughed with the dainty clarity of a wind chime, “Did we win?” Komaeda asked with a handsome smile.

Looking now at Komaeda, finally lit once again by the stained yellow lights of the dining room, the meaning of these memories, the implication of it all, hit him like a semi-truck. It took every ounce of self-control Hinata had to not start screaming at the top of his lungs.

What the ever-loving fuck had he been thinking? What had come over him? That wasn’t him. Was he really someone who acted like that?! Who could lose themselves so easily?

He almost killed him. Worse than that, he’d almost-

“I dunno, Komaeda,” Koizumi asked with a drawl and a raised eyebrow that told all, “You tell me.”

From the looks of it, Hinata took the burden of their shame.

Komaeda laughed easily in response, slinking out of the cupboard and floating away across the dining hall and coyly entertaining Mioda’s excited and indecent questioning. Hinata wished he could act so casually. He felt sick. Embarrassed, confused and worked up in a way he couldn’t shake. For once he was glad the attention wasn’t on him.

Komaeda stayed away from him for the rest of the party, and he was happier for it. He didn’t want to be near him either. Every time he looked at him, he remembered the feeling of his throat in his hands.

Could he really do something like that? The decision had come so easily.

Komaeda had been so…strange. He was different in there. It was Nagito Komaeda he’d shared the closet with, but it was not the boy he’d gotten to know since that moment he woke up on the beach. Though, could he really blame him? He obviously hadn’t been himself either.

It was just the closet, and the game, and the bear, and this stupid island and the weird closeness that forced him into action. He wasn’t someone who could kill.

Even he knew enough to know he was kidding himself. He’d known from the moment the motive had been laid out, and that clawing panic that had been rubbing his nerves raw since he’d realised he’d been trapped in that mock classroom had finally found something to cower around. A way out. What would Hinata do to get out of here? The question made him queasy. He thought that was probably answer enough.

He didn’t know what he was going to do in there. There hadn’t been a thought in his mind. Just his body too close to Komaeda’s to just be friendly. But when he thought about what would’ve happened had the door not opened-

Hinata shook his head and rubbed a hand over his face. It was hot. He was sweating. It was cool in the cabin. It made everything worse.

He didn’t even know his talent. What could he even know about himself if he didn’t know something that central to his entire being?

No, he stopped the thoughts in its tracks. This was exactly what those damn animals wanted from him. He wouldn’t spiral because of them. He knew himself, and he knew Komaeda. It was just a weird stupid game, and it had made him think and do weird, stupid things. It didn’t mean anything. It wouldn’t mean anything. Hinata wouldn’t let it. He’d just forget the whole thing even happened.

Komaeda caught his eye from across the room and smiled that same, carefree smile he’d always known. The same one that he’d seen when he’d woken up on that beach. The anchor that pulled him out of the swirling panic and confusion that refused to let him be. Even now, even across the room, that smile saved him. He felt it cool his heart, lift it up above the storm. Komaeda waved, and the tension left Hinata’s shoulders as he waved back. He sipped his orange punch.

If Komaeda was okay, maybe he could be okay too. But who could really be okay after what just happened? Maybe Hinata was taking this all too seriously. It was just a game.

He had a party to enjoy. Now, he was more incensed than ever to shove it in those stupid animatronic animals’ faces that they were stronger than them.

His hand clenched into a fist at his side. He really hoped they were stronger than them.

#scratches #kmhnweek2025 #komahina #danganronpa fanfiction #komahina fanfiction #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #didn't want to post it this late but um. my day was unexpectedly hectic!!!#in a good way!#hopefully it's not too late in the evening tho ^^;#i can't be normal about them. sorry.#title is unoriginal but idgaf. i cant think of anything clever. SORRY!!!!!!

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reddpenn · 1 year ago

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Two and a half years after her supposed death, Chiaki Nanami awakens from a coma into a twisted and unfamiliar world. Her friends have kickstarted the apocalypse, destroying everything - even their own bodies and minds - as they chase the glorious high of Despair.

As their class rep, it’s Chiaki’s duty to stop them. Her plan is simple. One by one, she’s going to confront the Remnants of Despair. And she’s going to save them, or die trying.

Chapter eight of Towa City Remnant is up! Or if you’re new to the Honorary Remnant AU, you can start at the beginning!

#danganronpa #sdr2 #Chiaki Nanami #Nagito Komaeda #Monaca Towa #Honorary Remnant #honorary remnant au #towa city remnant #fanfiction

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echodr3ad · 22 days ago

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Hi! This is the previous anon, and I wanted to request Nagito with a gn Ultimate Choral Singer who is insecure about their ultimate since the whole point of choir is that everyone works together. You don't have to, of course, but thank you so much if you do!

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Nagito with a Ultimate Choral Singer! Reader that's insecure about their talent.

Pairings: Nagito Komaeda x reader

Warnings?: None

Authors Note: First danganronpa request, how fun!! Sorry for taking a bit to do this Anon, I've been a little busy lately... I hope you enjoy the headcanons!

✮ First and foremost, Nagito thinks you're way above him simply because you have an ultimate.

✮ Even if you never bring up the fact that you're insecure about your talent, he'll be complimenting you for no real reason at all.

✮ Really, he'll compliment you just because.

✮ However, when you do tell him, he is absolutely flabbergasted.

✮ How could someone as amazing as you be insecure about their talent??

✮ After the inital shock, he'll comfort you.

✮ He'll hold your hands and stare into your eyes while telling you that "You were given your ultimate talent for a reason, you are an amazing singer, the best one that I've ever heard... And that's why Hope's Peak chose you"

✮ He'll end up yapping to you about hope or whatever, slightly ruining the moment. But he truly means what he said.

✮ After that encounter, Nagito makes sure to compliment you even more.

✮ It starts to get a little annoying with how much he overdoes it, but at least he's trying.

✮ You'll be able to hear his cheers for you during every performance due to how loud he manages to be.

✮ He also reminds you of how proud he is of you! It might seem a little fake at first, but he truly does mean it.

✮ He'll do everything in his power to make sure that you're no longer insecure, since all he wants is for you to be happy. So he'll gladly do anything you ask of him!

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa x you #danganronpa x y/n #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #danganronpa fanfiction #sdr2 x reader #super danganronpa 2 #x reader

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koki-hai · 2 years ago

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i’ve been missing nagito lately so can i request a nsfw nagito x fem reader fic with a pervy nagito and a little noncon🤭 any scenario is fine i’m desperate

You ask and I shall answer!

Now keep in mind I don't do much cc x reader only because I'm kinda bad at it but it's Nagito and I can't pass up that now can I (⁠ ⁠��⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Content Warning: non-con

Summary: You go into the beach house to dry your hair when you run into a horny Nagito.

Pervy Nagito Komaeda x Reader Smut

You were playing with your friends, Chiaki, Mahiru, Ibuki and Peko in the water. You guys were slashing each other and laughing. You felt nice under the kiss of the sun and the light breeze feathering your exposed skin. You trip on the shallow water while horseplaying with Ibuki and both drop to the floor. After a bit of a laughing fit, you groan a bit, feeling your damp hair sit on your shoulders. A blood curdling scream erupted from Ibuki.

"Oh my my! Ibuki is so sorry! Please y/n! Throw me into a volcano and watch me burn!" Ibuki apologizes profusely to you while her hands are together, praying for an apology.

"Hey Ibuki it's okay don't worry! It's okay! It's just a little water" you try to calm her down as you get up, "It's no biggie! Trust me!"

"But y/n wanted to leave your hair dry! I'm truly sorry!" She insisted as she shakes your shoulders. You smile at her irrational self but try to reassure her. You grab her wrists and pull them down and look at her straight in the eyes.

"It's okay I promise! I mean I started it so it was coming! I'll just go dry my hair in the beach house and hang it up! Don't worry! I'll come back for round 2!" You say to Ibuki, comforting her. She gives you a nod and she tugs at your hair, wringing most of the water out to help you some. You smile and walk away from the group of girls and head to the beach house.

You walk inside the beach house and notice Nagito in there.

"Oh hello there y/n.." he says waving at you, "what are you doing in here? Already leaving?" He asks innocently as he was applying white sun lotion on his even paler white skin, applying it unevenly.

Weird.. you didn't see Nagito around before coming. And he somehow knew you guys just got here 10 minutes ago? You brush this aside these thoughts and just try to focus on drying your hair. "Just here to dry my hair.." you answer curtly.

You take out a towel from the towel rack to wring out your hair some more... Only that there wasn't any towels there. You could've sworn there was. None of you brought towels because you just assumed there would be towels here. No biggie. It is an island after all, not a huge deal seeing people dripping and in swim suits.

You look around and think to yourself for a moment. You see Nagito, his back facing you, applying sun lotion on his legs rather sloppily..

"Hey Nagito.. you know where the towels are..? You were here before me, right?" You ask awkwardly, playing with your damp hair.

After a few seconds of silence just watching his stange behavior, he turns a little bit in your direction, and see he had a small grinnon his face on his side profile.

"H-hey.. um.. is that a yes?" You ask "Y-you were here before me right?" You ask again, feeling way more uncomfortable than when you first arrived.

"Of course I was in here before you girls, y/n! I don't knew where the towels are but it would be a shame if there was however! It's a beach.. you're supposed to get wet right? It's no biggie.. it's an island!"

He says casually as he closes his bottle of sun lotion. His words scare you a bit. Almost as if he read your mind the moment you opened the door. "Right.. well I want to keep m-"

"Oh of course! I think there's a small hand towel in the bathroom you can use.. hopefully that'll be enough!" He says happily. Shivers crawl down your spine. Has he been listening to your guys' conversation?

By this point you were getting creeped out so you walk in to the bathroom after thanking him. Not to mention the guy had a very noticeable tent under his swim trunks. Which was probably why he was turned away from you.

As soon as you walk in you notice it was oddly darker than usual. The only hint of light being from the small window at the upper top of the room. Naturally, you try to look for a light switch. You opened the door more, letting the natural light from the main bath house in so you could look for the switch.

Once you get the light open Nagito suddenly appears, looking at you with an innocent smile. "Do you need help y/n?" He asks, "I can help you with your hair!" Nagito declares.

"Oh um.. sure.." you say, too scared to object. He snatches the small hand towel and begins to dry your hair roughly with it. "Don't go.. um too hard.." you say feeling a bit uncomfortable. He nods and rubs the towel a bit gently.

After a while it actually starts to feel nice, but you were still uncomfortable by the entire thing overall. He was being a little forceful admittedly. When you were lost in thought, you felt a hand touch your exposed right side slowly. He rubbed your side, as if you were a pet. You start to feel worse and tried to shift to the left but he grabs your waist tightly, restricted your movement. You can feel his breathe, heavy and steamy. He moves his hand down to your lower stomach. His fingers start to tease right at your bikini line. His fingers swiping up and down at the area.

You felt like such a mess. You got yourself into this. You thought you could trust nagito. Of course not. If only you weren't stubborn to just let your damn hair not get wet. You tried to move again when you feel him get close to your crotch. He drops the hand towel and uses his left hand to grab your shoulder tightly. You nearly jumped out your skin when you feel someone wet and smiley on your tongue. He started to kitten lick it and then started nibbling at it.

That's when you felt it.

His sharp teeth on your neck. You could feel everything. His heavy breath, his tongue, everything. Both his hands grab at your hips, keeping you still and lowering your posture. He begins to dry hump you.

"Ahh~... ahhh.. y-y/n... ahhh.. you feel so fresh~.. so nice~.." Nagito moans in your ear.

You tried to make one more attempt to leave when you felt the repeating motion on your backside. You make a run forward to the door. Nagito growls in anger and he runs over and pushes you down to the floor. You catch yourself on your heads and land on your knees painfully. He gets on top of you, doggy style and dry jumps you repeatedly while holding onto your hips tightly.

"D-dont fucking try to leave.. you'll only make things.. ahh.. w-worse for yourself y/n~.." he whimpers as he humps you at a faster pace, "it makes you all the more desirable.."

You feel his heavy and strong body on you. You were almost surprised by his strength despite his skinny figure. You gave up all your attempts to escape because you didn't want this to escalate any further.

"O-Oh my god! You're so soft! You're so fu-fucking soft~!" He humps you faster and faster like an animal in heat. He was going insane and you couldn't do a thing about it.

"Nagito! Please stop! Please! I've had enough!" You beg, not knowing what to do at this point. You knew your begging wouldn't do anything. You were in denial about it all. But it wasn't like you could leave.

"Yes! Y-yes~! Please beg! Please!" Nagito moans in his sick, raspy voice, "More! You sound so desperate~!"

After a few more grueling minutes of this unwanted treatment, he stops for a minute, staying still, and then twitch his whole body. He pushes your body down flat onto the ground. Your face hits the cold hard floor and feel Nagito's weight on top of you, his body going limp on yours.. He pants in your ear excessively. He was holding onto your waist with the little strength he had left.

"y-y/n.. you were so g-good~"

You feel tears stream your cheeks. You bite your lip harshly until you could've sworn it'd bleed. All you could think of was why? Why you? Why did he have to stalk all of you? Was he planning this? Was he going to do this with any other girl?

As you were lost in thought again, he hear him start to snore softly. His sweaty hair all over the side of your face. You were too afraid to move and just lie down there with him. You were scared he'd try to do something even if he were asleep. You're eyes close slowly as you try to imagine what you could've been doing right now if it weren't for Nagito.

(Hopefully you guys liked it. I'm trying to work on my writing skills and I accept all constructive criticism! :))

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komacoma · 4 months ago

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Here’s Ch. 2 Art for my fic What’s Past is Prologue. You should check it out if you haven’t! (Nagito’s avatar glitches and he gets aged down)

Here’s the un glitched drawing of lil nagito and the other chapter art from almost a year ago.

#komaeda nagito #nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda fanart #danganronpa #komacoma #my art #dr fanfiction #komaeda nagito fanfiction #dr fanart

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t0rturedangel · 9 months ago

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𝟎𝟎𝟎. 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄.

〈 .. 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐩𝐚 (𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫) 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⠀❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❛ 𝘐 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘈𝘚𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘚, 𝘋𝘐𝘋��'𝘛 𝘐? ❜

♯ ⠀⠀she / they

⠀⠀⠀⠀★⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀⠀ULTIMATE DAREDEVIL reader

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 & 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒ㅤ·⠀·⠀·

𝘼𝘾𝙏 𝙊𝙉𝙀,ㅤㅤ'𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩!'

𝘼𝘾𝙏 𝙏𝙒𝙊,ㅤㅤ'𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧'

𝘼𝘾𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀,ㅤㅤ'𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫?'

𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬ㅤ·⠀·⠀·

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( more about the story under the cut! )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹝001.ㅤ𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆ㅤ·⠀·⠀· ﹞ׅ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ I can't give up on them Makoto,

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ they're my friends. ”

= ִ 002.ㅤSYNOPSIS;

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou had promised them that you'd save them no matter what you were put through, and you kept that promise- even when you were on the brink of death because of their hands, even when you were stuck in one cold room for so long time had lost it's function and even when the future foundation had found you, that promise you croaked out when you were bleeding out on that horrid day was still as strong as ever. You will save your friends, even if you need to die in the process.

= ִ 003.ㅤOUTFIT;

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤa long green skirt, it doesn't cling to your legs meaning that it's easier to walk and move around freely- however it also means that your clothes could catch onto something and rip a little easier, but that doesn't matter when you're in a killing game does it? Your shirt is white and sleeveless, exposing your arms and the endless amount of scars you've gained with all of your daredevil activities and other events.... Your neck,arms and ears adored with jewellery, each a small 'reference' to your friends- like the small locket necklace that hangs just below your chocker reminding you of Nekomaru, or the dangling clover earrings that relate to Nagito. Each one of your friends, even Hajime, encased in the silver on your accessories- reminding you of them, reminding you of what you promised them.

= ִ 004.ㅤSTATS;

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤby the beginning...

〈 MENTAL, ㅤㅤINTELLIGENCE 𑊩 ﹙ 3/5 ﹚

MENTAL STABILITY 𑊩 ﹙ 2/5 ﹚

EMOTIONAL MANAGEMENT 𑊩 ﹙ 3/5 ﹚

AIM 𑊩 ﹙ 5/5 ﹚

EMPATHY 𑊩 ﹙ 4/5 ﹚

RELIABILITY 𑊩 ﹙ 3.5/5 ﹚

LOYALTY 𑊩 ﹙ 3/5 ﹚

〈 PHYSICAL, ㅤㅤLOOKS 𑊩 ﹙ 5/5 ﹚

STRENGTH 𑊩 ﹙ 4/5 ﹚

SPEED 𑊩 ﹙ 3/5 ﹚

AGILITY 𑊩 ﹙ 4/5 ﹚

DESPAIR 𑊩﹙ 0/5 ﹚

HOPE 𑊩 ﹙ 0/5 ﹚

= ִ 005.ㅤRELATIONS;

〈 MAKOTO NAEGI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMakoto is hellbent on protecting you and the remnants- 'no matter what' he says. Though, he seems to want to protect you more than the others- even despite your outbursts, why is that?

〈 BYAKUYA TOGAMI (the real one), ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤeven though he finds it stupid, he can't help but respect you- you did manage to survive in the ruins of the world as well as not becoming a remnant of despair. Sometimes he finds himself more interested than needed.

〈 KYOKO KIRIGIRI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤKyoko finds herself more interested in you than any other previous member from the 77th class- 'its just to keep them safe' she tells herself but we all know it's just that she's in love.

〈 JUNKO ENOSHIMA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂? ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤJunko is downright obsessed with you- it's just something about your eyes, the way they're not filled to the brim with overwhelming amounts of despair. She wants to see that despair in your eyes- and she'll get that no matter what.

〈 HAJIME HINATA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHajime is a simple reserve course student, though he is unaware of that, he -- in a way -- looks up to you, after all through his eyes you're strong, capable and caring to everyone which is something he admires a lot.

〈 CHIAKI NANAMI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤShe knows she's dead, and you know that too, yet you still cant help but cling to this AI- feeling a small sense of comfort from her presence, something she took feels.

〈 NAGITO KOMAEDA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤKomaeda believes he is undeserving to be near such an excellent ultimate as yourself- his behaviour turning more and more freaky as the chapters progress- eventually reaching it's peak after chapter four. You're not just as good as all the others. you're THE best.

〈 AKANE OWARI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAkane finds your presence fun to be around, she wants to train with you and Nekomaru all the time- building up your bond and strength!

〈 FUYUHIKO KUZURYU, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 / 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe's cold to everyone outside of Peko, yet finds himself to slightly respect you- finding your skills with being kind yet assertive, not to mention your strength, admirable.

〈 GUNDHAM TANAKA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤGundham finds you enchanting- you're beautiful and the power you hold almost reaches his (but not exactly- he is the most powerful ever after all, don't forget it) and so he finds himself drawn to you.

〈 HIYOKO SAIONJI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHiyoko is more of a little annoying sister to you rather than a friend- she's constantly belittling you and others yet always ends up apologising to you after. Hell she even calls you 'Big sis [name]'

〈 IBUKI MIODA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI think it's safe to say that Ibuki is head over heals in love with you- she adores your style, voice, strength, kindness and more. Every time you're free trust Ibuki to want to spend time with you!

〈 IZURU KAMUKURA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ?⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIts difficult to understand Izuru and how he feels for you- he doesn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve. Despite not seeming like it, something about you interests him, subtly invading the back of Hajime's mind to make him spend more time with you. Izuru needs to know what's different about you, he HAS to.

〈 KAZUICHI SODA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 / 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDespite his undying love for Sonia, Kazuichi finds himself interested in you too, almost looking up to you as a source of comfort and protection.

〈 MAHIRU KOIZUMI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMahiru enjoys spending time with you- after all you are very photogenic meaning she can always trust you to be the perfect model for her work.

〈 MIKAN TSUMIKI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPoor Mikan clings to you at every chance she gets, after all you're not cruel to her and most times even makes Hiyoko apologies to her: you're too good to her!

〈 NEKOMARU NIDAI, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMuch like Akane, Nekomaru adores spending time with you and her- finding a sense of tranquility in training with the two of you, which is his second favourite time of day (can you guess the first?)

〈 PEKO PEKOYAMA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPeko also respects you, finding herself interested in your daredevil activities which involved swords and how you used them. However she does not find herself to be as infatuated with you as others are, she has her eyes set on her young master.

〈 SONIA NEVERMIND, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe princess finds you interesting, she's never met a daredevil before- please tell her everything about your talent- will you also show her some of your tricks? She's just so fascinated by you

〈 TERUTERU HANAMURA, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀... ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤno.

〈 ULTIMATE IMPOSTER, ㅤㅤ❪ ⠀𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 ⠀❫ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤunfortunately I have to make this one platonic as they are the first victim therefore there is no point in forming a romantic relationship. HOWEVER, the imposter finds your lack of care for safety worrysome yet exciting- someday they'd be honoured to impersonate you!

BEFORE YOU GO,

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ updates will be slow - my motivation is very low at the moment.

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ danganronpa does NOT belong to me (god I wish)

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ Some of the characters might be slightly OOC

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ If you believe I'm taking too long with updating the book please scream at me to update it!

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ I will add the necessary warnings on each chapter, if there are no warnings then that means nothing too extreme will happen- however all chapters WILL have swearing and maybe the smallest pinch of violence in them.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ So when I die, which I must do

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCould it shine down here with you? ”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤPLEASE ENJOY READING 'HELL HOLE.'

ㅤㅤㅤㅤany tips or ideas will be greatly appreciated!