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luxexhomines · 10 months ago

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Welcome back!!! It’s great to see you again, I hope you’ve been doing well 💕 Could I request a Kokichi/Reader (romantic) for the dialogue prompt “You're so persistent”? Either fluff or silly, whichever you prefer! Thanks and have fun!!

Thank you so much for the heart-warming welcome back and for the request!! I'm happy to see you again too, and I hope you've been doing well, too, ehe~ ♡ ♡

I took a little while to think about this prompt and to reacquaint myself with Kokichi as a character, ahaha. I realized then that I...don't even know how to write Kokichi, even though I love him so much?! But nevertheless, I tried to write something fun. Honestly, it feels kind of awkward/mechanical, but maybe it can't be helped because it's been so long since I last wrote for Kokichi?

Anyway, here we go! It's almost 3k words (oops) so there's a cut. Icon credit to dreamcrush!

“You’re so persistent.” Kokichi x Ultimate! Celebrity Reader

“You’re so persistent.” You slammed the metal locker door close and glared at Kokichi. “And annoying.”

Kokichi simply shrugged with that same shit-eating grin on his face that he always had.

“Well, maybe you wouldn’t have to deal with the annoying me if you’d just say yes,” he says in that sing-songy voice.

You resist the urge to box his ears and instead turn away, speed-walking toward the classroom. To your dismay, he quickly follows behind you, matching your pace easily and practically skipping. You supposed someone like him burned a lot of energy annoying people and pulling tricks everyday, so this was probably nothing to him.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being rejected?” you glanced at him, genuinely curious.

“Nope!” He folds his arms behind his head leisurely and grins at you. “But I bet you’re getting tired of rejecting me, huh? You really want to say yes, don’t you? Huh?”

“I’m not even going to answer that,” you sighed.

Kokichi made a face of shock, mouth and deep purple eyes wide in a way that could only be described as overexaggerated and purely for dramatic effect.

“But you just did!”

You suppressed an exasperated sigh and looked away from Kokichi, who was strolling next to you without a care in the world. He’d even started to whistle some annoying little tune that sounded suspiciously like the tune that had recently gone viral for being one of the worst earworms ever.

Kokichi had been asking for your autograph for the past month since the fall semester of Hope’s Peak Academy had formally started and the two of you had met in-class for the first time.

“Ultimate Celebrity, huh?!” he’d exclaimed, eyes comically wide and sparkly. “Does that mean you get to be an Ultimate for just existing? Do you even have to do anything? How is that even a talent, huh?”

Kaede interjected with her hands on her hips.

“Hey, don’t make fun! You know, they’re an Ultimate for a reason,” she huffed. “Look at that face! That style! The stuff that they use gets sold out within minutes, and the places they go get so popular they only take reservations for months after!”

To be fair, you tried to stop Kaede. Tried and failed.

“It’s okay, Kaede-” you put a hand on her shoulder gently, only for her to not even notice.

“Do you even know how much one of their autographs goes for? It can go for a million yen!” she burst.

It was then that a chill ran down your spine as you watched Kokichi’s face flash from that of a naive and playful prankster to a calculative one worthy of being called the Ultimate Supreme Leader–whatever that bogus-sounding talent was. Actually, how dare he question your talent when he had a suspicious talent like that?

“Oho, is that so?” he smiled and tapped a finger to his lips, seemingly in thought. You didn’t know what he was thinking, but you did know that whatever it was, you didn’t like it at all.

You gave the door to the classroom a furtive look.

“Okay, well, if that’s all, I’m going to go to the bathroom now- Eek!”

Kokichi had made his way to the door before you and was somehow effectively blocking your exit route with both palms pressed on either side of the door frame, even with his slight frame. Not only that, but he was currently making one of the most horrifying faces you’d ever seen on anyone, and you’d seen a lot of terrible things in the entertainment industry.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he smirked. Whatever that black pit of a face was, his eyes were two black holes in that pit. And, his mouth was stretched unnaturally wide in what could only be called an evil smile. “Hand it over.” He held out a hand, and you stared at his empty hand, simply appalled.

You’d faced plenty of terrors and challenges as the Ultimate Celebrity, from surprise paparazzis at night to stalker-fans trying to break into your apartment, but you had to say that this was your first time being extorted for an autograph–not even asked, but threatened.

You crossed your arms and gave him a dirty look.

“No. Now step aside.”

You couldn’t imagine that he’d keep blocking the doorway forever, especially since from the corner of your eye, you could see Kaito walking toward the classroom from the hallway.

He slinked to the side surprisingly easily, making a disappointed puppy-dog face.

“Aww, you’re no fun. It’s just an autograph, you know?”

You slid past him and made a beeline to the bathroom, which he thankfully did not follow you to–but you did feel his eyes on you until you disappeared from his line of sight. You’d think you’d have gotten used to being watched, being the Ultimate Celebrity, but somehow, this felt different.

Fast-forward to today, about a month into the semester, and he hadn’t failed to pester you for an autograph every single day, although he luckily spent some of his time playing with (irritating?) your other classmates, too.

“Keeboi, robots don’t have nipples, do they?” Some clanking noises came from the other side of the classroom, which you desperately hoped wasn’t Kokichi touching Kiibo.

“This is harassment! I must ask that you cease and desist at once–no, seriously, stop, Kokichi!”

You winced but opted to remain a bystander. Getting involved ultimately meant offering yourself as the sacrificial target for Kokichi’s tricks and attention. ‘Sorry, Kiibo,’ you thought sympathetically.

But unfortunately for you, Kokichi must have quickly gotten bored with Kiibo, because not even ten minutes later, he was at your side again. To be exact, he was sitting across from you at the desk in front of yours, hands holding onto the backrest of the chair.

“Come on, just one little autograph,” he begged with those big, gleaming eyes. Man, since when did being an Ultimate Supreme Leader involve having incredible acting abilities? Because otherwise, how could he look so pitiful and sad? Like a cat left in the pouring rain, sitting in a rotting cardboard box, waiting for a kind owner–

You averted your eyes. It would be fine if you didn’t look at him, you desperately thought to yourself.

“I’m not giving an autograph to any classmates,” you state. “We’re all Ultimates and more or less equal, so I’m not going to give a fellow Ultimate an autograph. Plus, you think I don’t know you’re just going to go and auction it off?” You turned and stared him down with the last sentence.

“Nishishi, you got me there!” he laughed, but he didn’t seem surprised or offended. “Why don’t you do your classmate a little favor, then? You gave one to Nagito!”

You huffed and pursed your lips.

“I said no, Kokichi! And it’s different if it’s a fan,” you argued. “Nagito was already a fan because he loves Ultimates. Plus, he’s our upperclassman!”

Kokichi put a hand to his chin in thought.

“So it’s different if it’s a fan, huh? Okay, got it! I’ll be your fan, so give me an autograph!” he cheers.

“No, Kokichi! Were you even listening to me?”

He didn’t reply immediately for once, just watched you in an unsettling way. He even started twirling a strand of hair around his finger as he looked at you, and you started to feel self-conscious. You thought you’d gotten used to being watched, but yet again, it felt different coming from him.

“Hmm, I guess I wasn’t… Well, if you won’t give me your autograph, then I want something else!”

“What is it, now?”

You sighed and rested your cheek on your hand, propping your elbow up on the desk and preparing yourself for whatever other ridiculous demand he’d come out with next.

“Give me your heart!”

You almost fall out of your chair and scramble to hold onto the desk for dear life before incredulously staring at him. You could feel your face heating up, but you were sure it was just because he’d said something so unbelievably absurd.

“What did you say?”

“I said, give me your heart,” Kokichi enunciated with a smile. “Do you need hearing aids? How come you didn’t hear it the first time?” His eyes reflected obsequious concern, and you frowned.

“I heard you the first time! I just thought I heard wrong because you said something so– so weird. You know, your habit of lying and playing around with other people is going to get you in serious trouble someday.”

Kokichi held up a hand and started examining his nails, shrugging.

“I was being serious, though? This time, at least.”

You stared at him, unable to discern his true intentions or motives.

“Kokichi, I–you’re just pulling my leg, right? Because if so, it’s not funny…” you trailed off, not sure what to even make of the current situation. On the off chance that he was being serious, you didn’t want to be dismissive, but after the past month of being teased and watching him trick and lie to other people like it was nothing, you couldn’t just take his words at face value. Especially when he said it so offhandedly.

Kokichi clenched his fists and pouted, puffing up his pale cheeks.

“Hey, don’t make me repeat myself! I tell the truth once in a while, you know! Don’t tell me you don’t believe me after I told you I was telling the truth already!”

You blinked slowly, feeling your cheeks reddening.

“Uh, then… What do you even mean by, ‘give me your heart?’ You want to date?”

“No, silly,” he stuck his tongue out at you and rolled his eyes. “I want you to fall in love with me, duh! Come on, are you really so boring that you can’t even understand a figure of speech?”

“I just didn’t expect it from you,” you quietly muttered.

How did you feel about him, anyway? The past month suddenly felt like a blur–what had you even done the past month? You couldn’t quite remember, but whatever it was, it definitely felt like it was all memories filled with Kokichi’s presence, as infuriating as he could be sometimes.

Then again, you knew he never truly meant any harm, and overall, you considered him–a classmate? No, that felt wrong after all the time you’d spent together for such a short span of a month.

A friend. That felt so much more right, suited your relationships so much better.

You paused.

“Wait a minute! You never even said that you liked me or anything. You just told me to fall in love with you!” you said, affronted by the realization.

“Oops, you got me!” Kokichi snickered. “Well, if you insist, though I’m sure you get plenty of proclamations of love everyday as the Ultimate Celebrity.”

He pulled out a flower from behind his back and thrusted it toward you with a big, innocent smile on his face. “I like you!”

You facepalmed but plucked the flower from his hand begrudgingly.

“Somehow, that felt so disingenuous,” you complained. “Like it was just an afterthought. And you wondered why I didn’t believe you.”

Kokichi poked your cheek, which had puffed a little without you even realizing.

“Hey, don’t be so pessimistic after I told you I liked you! How can you have so many complaints about the Ultimate Supreme Leader liking you, huh? It should be your honor! A snap of my fingers, and I can have my thousands of underlings kneeling before you in seconds,” he boasted.

You gave him a look–you could just about see his nose growing longer for every lie coming out of his mouth.

“I doubt you have thousands of underlings,” you sighed. “Plus, this was so anticlimactic. I’m still pretty sure you just want to get my autograph.”

Kokichi put a finger to his chin, thinking hard–or hardly thinking, it was always hard to tell with someone like him.

“Well, do you need me to prove it? I’ll say I like you a thousand times! Here, why don’t I start now?” He opened his mouth wide and started chanting, “I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like-”

You hastily slapped a hand over his mouth and fearfully glanced around the classroom. Luckily, everyone else was busy with their own conversations during lunchtime.

“Stop that, you’re going to get everyone’s attention!” you grumbled.

“Oh?” he chuckled as he pulled your hand from his mouth, and a look of delighted mischief sparkled in his eyes–a look, you now realize, of trouble. “You know what an even better way to get everyone’s attention is? Watch this!”

And then, he leaned in and pressed his soft, pale lips to yours–but they were gone so soon, no sooner than you had realized they’d even touched you at all, too soon, in fact. You sat there in shock, face rapidly heating up; you were melting like butter in a hot pan, like ice under the summer sun, and you had no idea how to cope.

Slowly, you brought your fingers to your lips, still staring at Kokichi, who had the smuggest little smile on his face.

“You-!”

“Did you like it? Should I kiss you again?” he licked his lips, smirking. “Here, hold still-”

But before he could do anything else, he was interrupted by Kaito, who had grabbed onto his shoulders firmly with an uncontrollable blush on his face. Kaito could barely even look at you, instead fiercely glaring at Kokichi.

“What are you doing to them?! You didn’t even ask, and you’re in the damn classroom, Kokichi! Our entire class just saw that!”

Kokichi stuck his tongue out at Kaito, struggling against Kaito’s hold on him.

“Yeah, and who cares? They didn’t say they didn’t like it. Right, [Name]?” He paused and waved his hand in front of your dazed face. “Hellooooo, Earth to [Name]?”

You shook your head rapidly, trying to come back to your senses. Of all the things to happen today, you hadn’t expected to be kissed by Kokichi Ouma. Maybe just another plea for an autograph, and maybe a prank or two, but a kiss? And not only that, but you hadn’t expected yourself to like it so much. Or like him so much.

“No, I…” Still thoroughly startled, you glanced away, still blushing, only to notice that the entire class was practically staring at the two of you (and Kaito, now that he’d tried to intervene). Tenko had put her hands up over her eyes, except she’d parted her fingers, so she wasn’t actually blocking anything from sight as she blushed furiously. Meanwhile, Shuichi had dropped his egg roll onto his desk, and Gonta was trying to ask Miu what kissing was and what it meant. Angie was watching with fervent interest, and Maki seemed shocked you’d let him kiss you to begin with, judging by the murderous expression on her face.

To hell with it, you decided. Let them watch. Most of your life as the Ultimate Celebrity was already watched, anyway. What was one more thing?

“It’s my turn now,” you grinned. Kaito let go of him, seeming to notice the tension in the air. “Don’t move.”

You leaned over the desk and with a finger, tilted his chin up toward you, watching the Adam’s apple of his slender neck bob nervously.

You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, not just once, not just twice, but three times. When you finally let go of him, you had the pleasure of seeing a thoroughly and truly bewildered look on his face for once; his eyes were blank, as if trying to process what had just happened, and a generous amount of pink had painted itself over his usually pale cheeks.

Kaito gave a wolf whistle and clapped, while the others started murmuring to each other.

“Nyeh… Is this the power of the Ultimate Celebrity?” Himiko uttered in surprise. “Truly magic to be wary of…”

“It’s not m-magic,” Tenko stuttered and flusteredly pointed at you. “It’s, it’s sorcery! They made Kokichi shut up for once in his life!”

“No, no, this surely must be a divine act bestowed by Atua,” Angie crowed.

“Did we want Kokichi to shut up that badly…?” Shuichi asks tentatively.

“Yes.” Maki stabbed her pickled plum with scary precision. “Yes, we did.”

Kaede tried to assuage everyone’s complaints.

“Now, he’s not that bad…”

“Well, I’m glad that pipsqueak shut up for once!” Miu exclaimed.

“Yes, he’s an absolute menace,” Korekiyo agreed.

But the quiet Kokichi didn’t last for long–or at least, not as long as some of them hoped it would. He swiftly leapt up from his seat and pulled you up, too, before hug-attacking you.

“Wow, I didn’t know you had it in you! From now on, you have to kiss me everyday,” he declared proudly. “And if you skimp, you have to give me an autograph!”

You pat him on the head, chuckling–his hair was so soft, you absent-mindedly thought to yourself.

“Again with the autograph. You really are persistent,” you laughed.

He pulled back for a moment and sweetly stared into your eyes.

“But that’s what you like about me so much, right? Nishishi!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you shrugged, but you could feel your cheeks warming up again.

Kokichi leaned in close, the breath from his mouth tickling your ear.

“Just between you and me, though, I’d take your kisses over your autograph any day, so don’t forget~”

#kokichi ouma #kokichi ouma x reader #reader insert #ndrv3 #danganronpa #new danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 #kokichi x ultimate celebrity reader #x reader #requested #writing #lux writes #prompted #requests open #luxexhomines #maybe i need to re-engage my love for the danganronpa characters more deeply #bc idk it just felt like i was writing this without much soul (?) if that makes any sense #or maybe its my imaginative abilities that need more power??#anyway i tried my best tho!! i tried to do some research #by which i mean i tried to see how other people wrote imagines & i checked my old kokichi writing #maybe next time i should check ao3 for inspo #i actually think this was too long #oftentimes short and sweet is better #but oh well #i just did a little bit of editing & wrote the bulk of this yesterday #anyway time for me to shut up i hope you are doing well tho!!!!#ALSO wait i forgot to say i did have fun #it was a bit of a struggle but it was fun hehe so thank you :3

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km-downabysmal · 2 months ago

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a place to lay your head

There’s a weight on his shoulders when he makes it through the door and leaning towards him, arms open, feels like instinct, as is the nuzzle of his face into the side of her neck, seeking something in the space there. Comfort, a place to rest.

“You did well,” she whispers into his locks, wrapping her arms around his back.

He hums in response, shaking his head.

“There was more I could have done.”

She pokes him then in the forehead.

“There’s more you’ll still be able to do. You’re still growing. I know,” she breathes a sigh and moves to place a kiss on his neck, “I know you’ll kick yourself for every single thing that could have been ‘better’ but please…”

Their fingers tangle together.

“Please be gentle to yourself.”

She hushes him when he tries to step into the shower, ushers him into the bath instead though it’s only when she says she’ll join him that he gives in. She knew right away watching the last minute of the game tick by from her seat on the couch in their apartment - that he would be heartbroken. She wishes she could have been there afterwards to tell him everything was still okay. The world had not split in two. He had done his best. It isn’t one player against an entire team.

She can only say it now, during the seconds he gets particularly worryingly quiet, and still some moments she holds back, because she knows he already knows all of that. Kobbie was as calm and collected as one could get but it didn’t mean there weren’t moments of frustration. She knows he knows himself well. Sometimes all you can do to comfort someone fighting their own battles is to let them know they are loved throughout, that they deserve it, and that you will be there to tell them so until they remember it themselves.

It comes easily, because she has forgotten what it is to not love him.

He moves to shed the jersey and she follows the motion, taking the hem of the shirt as he lifts it over his head, even if she had to tiptoe, and pressing light kisses to the skin that it left exposed.

She laughs softly when he mumbles disapprovingly that he’s sweaty - she doesn’t really care.

She pinches his sides teasingly, touch featherlight, and he lets out a chuckle then, “minx” said under his breath before he nudges them both towards the bath.

Later, when they both have bubbles curling like ivy around their bodies, and she is sat between his legs massaging the ache from his thighs, she tells him “I love you” for the first time, as if she has said it before. She has, in her head, several times, and always thought perhaps for him it was too soon to say it. She has no qualms about it anymore. She wanted it to be known, whether or not it was reciprocated.

She wonders though if the heartbeat thrumming in her ears is her own or if she can feel it through his skin.

His hand is around the side of her neck all of a sudden. It curls around the back of her head as he gently pulls her forward to meet the kiss he places on her lips. Just when she thinks he’ll leave it at a peck, he surges back in with a sort of ferocity she wasn’t prepared for, melding their lips together with hunger.

When he pulls away, he’s smiling and she softens for the sweet look on his face. That crooked little smile is so Kobbie it makes her heart clench. Her hands are foamy when they rise up to cup his cheeks affectionately.

“I love you too,” he says, as simply as she does, like breathing air. The words are muffled only slightly from the way she holds him. Her eyes crease at the corners regardless, she can’t help it with the way her returning smile reaches every part of her face.

There’s light dancing within his eyes and the urge to kiss his face a thousand times feels like an endless one. Effortlessly, he pulls her closer, captures her bottom lip with a pull so slow and calmly sensual she feels heat simmer underneath her skin. Kobbie’s affection lingers like chocolate melting on the tongue, like a taste she’d never chase away.

When he presses his forehead against hers, eyes closed, she lets her hands fall to his shoulders, curling gently at the base of his neck. Lets the desire to run her palms over the planes of his chest dissipate to resurface later.

He opens his eyes and looks down at her with a half-moon gaze, lifting her hands from where they’re laid to entangle her fingers with his. With a knowing grin, he swoops down to give her a peck, murmurs, “Later” into the light kiss so that the word settles like a tattoo made of clouds on her lips. Tease.

When ‘later’ comes, and their limbs entwine underneath the bubbles, he breathes a warm sigh into her hair, chest heaving, and whispers a thank you into her ear, leaving behind the losses for the day.

For @kobbiesmainoo doing god’s work

#kobbie mainoo #i actually wrote this post euros bc i felt bad for my boy #mainoo fic #to the one kobbie mainoo blog on here bless your soul may your crops be forever watered #kobbie smile mentioned cos it’s precious #dont fight me and my writing avdhdj

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