#not safe for work Fuyuhiko

[thecrazyphantom]

The rings stay on during Masturbation

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

There is something so wrong with komaeda and its so funny he thinks he's normal i love him

ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY I'm kind of obsessed with him this time through dr2 and I'm having a blast with it

[hajihiko]

hi. i’ve seen from your art you liked akane!! (i think?) and wanted to ask if you have any headcanons 4 her :)

sure! I feel like I did one before...? But idr

also yknow warning for headcanon stuff. And it's sad. And it's Akane's fucked up backstory (that means hints to child sexual abuse)

My favorite thing is 'gymnast that always lands on her feet' hehe. She's the most resourceful, resilient person out of everyone, and I genuinely have a hard time thinking of how Junko got to her in the first place.

Her 'instincts' are actually hyper-intelligence when it comes to reading people and the environment. She doesn't know she's doing it, but she's always alert, and can tell when something tiny has changed or someone is acting just a bit off. She honed this skill trying to navigate her disaster life from age Way Too Young.

She seems ditsy because anything that isn't really life threatening just isn't that important and she doesn't bother with it. Again, because her life has been real rough.

She's super casual about nudity (this is canon) and spreads it to her classmates. Once you're used to her absolutely killer body in the nude in a totally casual nonsexual way, you just kinda get over it all.

After waking up, she isn't quite as wild and violent and active, and she takes Nidai's advice to work on her inner self too. Yoga, meditation, that kind of thing*

She loves dancing!

Any kind of physical activity, really. Hopscotch? Aces it. Jump-rope? Aces it. Surfing? Well she gets distracted and falls off a lot but she loves it anyway!

She enjoys sex but doesn't like, crave it. It's a sort of exercise that feels good, like yoga or Nidai's massages. She doesn't really see why it's such a huge deal to some people.

That said she's definitely picky about who she does it with. Don't make it weird, dude.

If you're gonna be weird about it, you don't have a chance, because she can tell.

Also if you're a man you have like a 10% chance. Women... may try

Sex is completely divorced from romance to her, though.

She thought the plan-B pill was like a tylenol. Everyone does it when the occasion calls for it, right? It's whatever, right?

Non-Despair AU, she doesn't really drink alcohol except very occasionally. You can count on her to let you crash at her place, no problem.

She actually has a sort of open door policy. One, because she is unfortunately used to having no privacy. Two, she is used to letting ppl stay if they need it- she'd rather sleep in the bathtub than let anyone sleep on the street. Three, she can kick anyone's ass, *try* and do anything untowards.... cmom try :)

Post-wakeup, one of her worst moments is when she realizes she just no longer likes food :( her body rejects it too hard and nothing tastes the same. She eventually develops a much different taste, but at least she can enjoy it sometimes.

Loves eating with nothing but her hands. Food tastes the most pure that way, no metallic taste or wood texture to interrupt her. Teruteru takes this to heart and starts planning his dishes with utensils in mind, too.

If she does a blind taste (or smell, or touch) test, she fucking kills it every time.

She can tell when Junko is around because of Junkos incredibly threatening presence.

i guess the only reason Junko got to Akane is because Junko was slightly better at manipulation and hiding herself. Akane has never forgotten and therefore Junkos presence is a permanent concern in Akanes psyche. Akane won't be fooled again.

Akane and Nekomaru never actually have a talk about their relationship or whatever. Akane just loves being around him, and feels safe, and they infect each other's mood, etc. He has never set off any of her alarm bells, so she trusts him with her whole self.

Fuyuhiko reminds her of one of her brothers, who was younger than her but not by much, and always tried to take care of her. Trying so hard to be the man he thinks he should be. Younger brother vibe.

Sonia reminds her of the pretty ladies in books, movies and ads. So put together and bright...blush. But she could stand to be more honest, and smile more genuinely.

Kaz reminds her of a girl (HMM) who wasn't quite family, but stayed with the Owari household for a while because of complications. Equals sort of?

Hajime is.... someone Akane is always on the brink of challenging or going up against, like something in her just wants to maul him. Not in a bad way tho (probably)! but he feels like a real challenge. But, of way more prevalence, she wants to be around him and work with him, and loves his presence. She's incredibly glad they ended up as friends instead. (Thats a reference to her being the villain in the drafts!)

Akane really likes being tucked in. She did it for her family all the time, but no one ever did it for her until post-wakeup.

She never actually comes to terms with all her abuse fully. Like she gets it, she knows objectively it was wrong, she has the right idea.... but there is just. Too much. She lives a good life and she functions great but she just doesn't revisit or confront those corners of her mind. People might think that's not right, but she has autonomy over herself and good luck trying to force her into it.

Some things just don't get resolved or accepted. Sometimes bad things just happen and you keep living. She's definitely not the only one who puts something unresolved behind her.

She used to be a city girl, but she loves the island and the nature, the close crowd of people and the total freedom. Her life at the end of the 'story' is the best she's ever had it.

*I'm gonna post a picture ok it's nudity it's boobs OK

Her peacefully meditating & connecting to her soul as well as her body :)

i love Nekomaru's line about how like..... idr like she's super strong but needs to work on herself spiritually too. I think it's nice that he considers her spirit as well as her body. Once she reaches Peace she's practically unstoppable

[creepygirlcemetery]

˚　SDR2 BOYS ♡ and their love languages : sdr2 boys x reader

warnings 𓂅 minus teruteru srry. nothing much? just fluff┊an : im so lutang rn sorry if there are any spelling mistakes LMAO ... reblogs are appreciated !

꒱ hajime hinata — acts of service

𓏲 i feel like hes the kinda guy who’d like to do things for you,

𓏲 maybe it’d start off with small things like opening doors for you, pulling your chair out for you, getting you food, etc.

𓏲 he’d take care of you when youre sick methinks

꒱ nagito komaeda — words of affection

𓏲 literally worshipping the ground you walk on.

𓏲 i think he’d be the kinda guy who will compliment everything you do,, no matter what you look like or how good you are or something.

𓏲 i wouldve also said physical touch? but its more of something he’d like to recieve.

꒱ fuyuhiko kuzuryu — acts of service & quality time

𓏲 like hajime, i feel like fuyuhiko would do things for you. hes a gentleman— hes just… aggressive LMAO.

𓏲 i feel like he’d have some sort of urge to protect you? not really because he thinks youre weak, but having ties with the yakuza isn’t always safe.

𓏲 so with that, i feel like he’d have you near him often, if not with peko. and because youre always around, he also kinda learns to enjoy having quality time with you.

꒱ kazuichi soda — quality time, words of affection & physical touch

𓏲 i feel like hes not really set on one specific love language, but i think those would be his main three.

𓏲 he loves to compliment you, definitely the kinda guy to stumble over his words because of how nervous he is.

𓏲 like fuyuhiko, he’d probably prefer having you around him. not cause he needs to protect you; he just likes when youre there.

𓏲 he’d love to hold you or be held methinks. maybe he’ll have an arm around your shoulder or his hand on the small of your back whilst you guys walk around.

꒱ gundham tanaka — words of affection & gift giving

𓏲 compliment king 🙏

𓏲 definitely says some poetic stuff about you, his compliments DO NOT MISS. think the lyric “i’ll burn your name into my throat, i’ll be the fire that’ll catch you” from caraphernelia by ptv.

𓏲 he gifts you some cool stuff. roses, jewelry, or whatever else you like— hes got it.

꒱ nekomaru nidai — words of affection & quality time

𓏲 i feel like he’d like working out with you?

𓏲 he’d hype you up whilst you do push ups or something LMAO.

𓏲 maybe if you arent the kind of person who enjoys exercising, he’d just enjoy to have you there while he does.

꒱ byakuya twogami — acts of service

𓏲 alot like hajime, he’d do stuff for you.

𓏲 hes strict but hes a gentleman as well.

𓏲 he would open the car door for you, maybe carry your bags who knows.

[violetarks]

your stupid face makes me insane!

game: danganronpa 2: goodbye despair

character: kuzuryu fuyuhiko

summary: fuyuhiko is beginning to like you instead of just tolerate you, and this discovery changes his world.

warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, mx used, second person pov, short fic for a short guy

it was when you were so excited about a test result you got and engulfed fuyuhiko in a tight hug, that the guy began to notice the changes in his attitude towards you. his hand rested on your back, chuckling as you cheered for yourself.

"a perfect score! 'hiko, i got a perfect score!" you gasped, wrapping your arms around his neck in great surprise. he nearly stumbled back by your power, catching himself against his desk. "i can't believe it!"

"get the hell off me. why are you clinging to me?" he huffs, patting your back. your warmth was so inviting.

"because you helped me stay on top of my work." you claim, pulling back just enough to see his face. your hands lay on his shoulders as you smile wide. "you dropped off the assignments to my house, remember?"

"y—yeah? well it doesn't mean shit..." he mutters, turning away. truthfully, he never did that himself. the teacher knew that he lived the closest to you and asked him to do it. but he just got one of his lesser-threatening lackies to drop them off.

when you pull away, he almost misses it. but he tries to not convey it, wondering if peko noticed it. hopefully she hadn't, he wouldn't hear the end of it.

"i've gotta' get home and tell my parents." you say, grabbing your bag from your desk. you pass him, waving 'goodbye' to your friend. "i'll see you tomorrow, fuyuhiko!"

as he waves back at you, he leans against his desk, smiling at himself at little. you were so lively that it made him feel excited for you. it was a well-deserved score, that's for sure. but when he realises that his heart is beating faster than before, he becomes worried. did... you do this? did you make him feel this way?

the thought of you made his face burn even more, making him feel his cheek. luckily the rest of the class was too busy discussing their own scores to notice (except for peko for obvious reasons). when he feels his chest, his heart beating quickly, he understands.

perhaps you've become so close to him that he hadn't noticed it before. the way your laugh emits a smile from him, or how when you hold his hand for even a second, he finds himself missing the warmth not even a second after you let go. oh no... he's got it...

"fuck."

the next week is filled with nervous stares from fuyuhiko towards you. he's never realised how much you actually talk to the other students at school, but now he has. he didn't think about where you would be when you're not with him, but when he sees you speaking to some kid from the reserve classes, he feels a tinge of jealousy.

peko is quick to notice.

"are you alright, master?" she asks, safe in the privacy of their own secluded area. the other people around them were hurried into groups to discuss whatever they wanted or to eat their food together. no mind was paid to them. "are you worried for mx l/n?"

"what? no, don't do anything, peko, geez." he huffs out, leaning his chin in his palm. he watches the student you're with suddenly laugh at something you said, placing a hand on your shoulder as they double forward. "who is that? with y/n?"

peko raises her brows. "you are worried for them. have you grown fond of y/n?"

his cheeks say it all. blushing red and looking baffled, he glances at his bodyguard and scoffs, "no! they're... they're okay, whatever, fuck i don't know."

when did your smile become less annoying and more... attractive?

he hates how he now watches you, waiting for your smile to fall onto your face. your stupid face. why were you suddenly so pretty? his chest tightened at the sight of you suddenly bidding 'goodbye' to your little friend, and then spot him staring at you. you blink at the yakuza, who hurriedly ducks behind the hedges nearby, peko giving you a slight wave. you wave back at her, offering a grin as you make your way to class.

fuyuhiko holds his chest, breathing out slowly to calm himself.

"was... that really necessary?" peko sighs, tilting her head. she looks back at her master with a confused expression. "i don't know if you had noticed before, but mx l/n is not a threat to you. you are allowed to enjoy their company."

"ugh... whatever..." fuyuhiko grunts, standing up straight and fixing his uniform.

"please talk to them soon, if they believe something is wrong between you two then..." peko requests, fixing her sword on her back, "perhaps they will go off to hug someone else? you should tell them how you feel."

fuyuhiko glares at her, blushing profusely. she definitely saw his reaction back in the classroom last week...

but he does as she says, understanding his protector.

"oi. c'mere for a second." fuyuhiko calls out, pointing his eyes at you. you and your friends turn around to him, making the yakuza sigh and look away, a little embarrassed.

sonia, nekomaru, akane and kazuichi immediately turn to you.

"what?" you say to them, furrowed brows.

"obviously he's talking to you!" akane says, pushing you towards him, "we'll see you tomorrow!"

you wave at them as they exit the classroom. it was time to leave, and as the classroom empties out, it is just the two of you.

"what's wrong, 'hiko?" you question, leaning against the desk in front of him. he stands up straight, fixing his collar as you tilt your head at him. "where's peko?"

he had told her to wait with the driver at the front of the school, informing his bodyguard of his plan. to confess... today. to you.

"she's left already. uh, that doesn't matter." he says, shaking his head. you stare at his face, noticing how stressed he was. what was going on with him? he clears his throat, standing up straight with his short stature. his hip knocks against his desk. "i wanted to talk to you about—"

"fuyuhiko!" you gasp, moving closer to him. he freezes up, watching as you gently push him aside to look at his desk. "ah, your essay! you spent all of lunch finishing it!"

he follows your line of vision, seeing the juicebox he was drinking now spilt over, its contents all over his finished paper.

"f—fuck!" he swears, picking up his essay and trying to shake it dry. but it's futile. "god damnit... i can't catch a fucking break..."

"ah... this isn't good." you sigh, putting the drink in the trash. you grab the tissues from the teacher's desk and begin wiping up the mess. fuyuhiko feels so guilty; he messed up his assignment and now you're cleaning it up for him. you look back at fuyuhiko, gathering the soiled tissues. "hey... i can help you type it out again. i'm pretty fast on the keyboard. as long as you have your drafts?"

you're so nice to him that it makes him feel even more guilty. he's the leader of a dangerous gang... and you're the sweetest person he's ever met. how could he ruin your life?

he feels ashamed to have ever thought you and him could work out.

"no. shit... no, it's okay..." he responds, scrunching up his wet paper and throwing it out on the way to the exit. "sorry for wasting your time."

"'hiko? what were you—"

you get cut off as he slams the door. maybe he truly was pissed off about his paper?

peko notices his demeanour when he walks to the car. she decides against asking how the confession went.

fuyuhiko hates the two sides of the coin. he wanted to tell you, how much he likes you and how much he wants to be with you. he wants to tell you how much he admires you. but how could you ever accept his feelings, when you're an angel sent from heaven? you don't know how he feels about you, and it's like a race fuyuhiko can't stop running. he's willing to suffer, to love you without you knowing, even if it means that you will never date.

the next month is quiet for the two of you. fuyuhiko watches you from afar, admiring how you talk to the class and how you offer your help to everyone. he hates the differences between you two because you could never truly date, but... at the same time, that's why he had fallen for you. you're different from him and that makes it even better.

you notice his change in behaviour, how he takes different hallways to avoid you, and how he purposefully leaves the classroom as soon as possible just so you couldn't stop him. so when you finally corner him in the school garden, alone (you had bumped into peko who had went to the bathroom and asked her where he was), you know that this could be your only chance.

"what the hell do you want?" he asks coldly, looking down at his book. he has a leg over his knee and he leans back against the bench. he tries to hide his nerves, but his hands shake.

"what's up with you lately?" you ask, crossing your arms. you're pissed off. he glances at you quickly. "you've been avoiding me for weeks on end, no explanation? did... did i do something?"

when he stares at you, you know he's stumped. but he just turns his body away from you. "i don't fucking know, did you? leave me alone."

it's then that you've decided that you've had enough. why was he so... so annoying? with no explanation! you said that, right? you told him that? could he not tell that you were irritated with his attitude? you just couldn't understand how he could seemingly like your company one day, and then decide you're the plague the next!

in your frustration, you yank the book out of his hands and hold it up.

"the fuck? give it back, moron!" he scoffs, reaching to grab it from his position.

you hold it away from his reach, placing a hand on his shoulder and pushing him back against the bench. his back hits the wood with an 'oof' and he stares at you, burning cheeks and glowing pink. you rest your hand on the bench right behind his shoulder, now towering over him.

"h—hey!" he stammers, getting redder and redder by the second.

"look at me. what did you want to tell me that day? in the classroom?" you say, looking determined. you were sick of playing games now, you needed to force it out of him. "remember? i want to hear it now."

"tch, you're... you suddenly grew a backbone or somethin'?" he huffs out, trying to look away but he can't seem to stray from your eyes, "it doesn't fucking matter anymore, that was ages ago."

"it matters, to me. was that the reason why you suddenly became so cold to me?" you ask, tilting your head at him.

he can't tell if you truly know and you are just teasing him now, or if you were actually curious. but he feels his heart racing at this point, he doesn't know if he can keep his frustration in.

"because—!" he begins, catching himself. his voice grows rougher, but you don't falter. "i just—ugh, you don't even..."

you watch him fail to collect his thoughts, making you grow a little sympathetic. you sigh, letting go of him and placing his book back into his hands. instead of leaving, you sit down beside him, close he notes, and face him.

"you can tell me, 'hiko. i'd never judge you." you state.

he knows that, he's damn sure you'd never judge anyone, but he needs to find some confidence. taking a deep breath, he closes his book and places it to the side, finally facing you. you begin to rest your expression.

"that day... i wanted to tell you about—about how i feel about you." he says, roughly putting his words together. you raise your brows. "listen, it's not like i want you to do anything 'bout it, but i—i really... really like you..."

your lips part slightly as you listen to him. fuyuhiko grows anxious at that.

"like i said, i don't expect a fucking thing! i just wanted to tell you, alright? you don't need to say a thing!" he huffs out, waving his hands, "i, uh, i'd really appreciate it if you just didn't tell—"

"i really really like you too, 'hiko." you respond, holding his hand now. he's frozen, suddenly closing his mouth to stop his rambling. you give a small smile at his reaction. "i won't tell anyone, trust me. i... i can't believe you ignored me for something like that, fuyuhiko. how silly."

"sh—shut up..." he says, clutching your hand as your chuckle, "i didn't wanna' tell you because we're so different."

"well, i like you because you're different, fuyuhiko. you live an exciting life and you always have something to say. it's never dull with you, and i love that." you admit to him, trying to calm him down a little. he offers a smile too, a little one but it's still present. you suddenly stand up, tugging him along with you. "c'mon. i'll treat you to lunch, okay?"

he sheepishly shrugs his shoulders. "whatever... i'm sorry."

"it's okay." you say, smiling softly. he still looks upset with what he's done, so you lean towards him and press a kiss to his freckled cheek. it grows warm beneath your lips, making you grin again. when you pull away, he drags a hand to cover his face. "you're so cute."

"shut your mouth!" he scowls, marching forward and holding your hand. he trudges along, you following behind in a fit of laughter. "you're the worst!"

he could never thank you enough for being how you are.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello! I love your writing! I'm absolutely thrilled I found your blog, I am a fanatic for your danganronpa writing.

I was wondering if I could request HC's for fuyuhiko, Ryoma, and kazuichi(separate) with a S/O who is ishimaru's younger half sister(like year or so younger), and despite being very different, ishimaru and S/O are very close. How would the three cope with Ishimaru's bullshit, because there's no way he isn't incredibly intrusive on their relationship. This has been on my mind for awhile, honestly.

-🧱Anon

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed my DR writings. It's good to be back after a few years <3

I got a few ideas from the UTDP game bc while it's not canon I adore the short interactions Taka had with these three

.....

Fuyuhiko

For the young yakuza..it felt strange having a normal relationship as most highschoolers did.

But somehow you made it work, although there were hurdles you had to overcome to even get close to him in the first place.

Gaining his and Peko's trust was the first step, which meant not being perturbed by his fiery attitude and her protective nature, and actually getting to talk to him one-on-one.

He's surprised that all of his insults didn't drive you away, although he remembers you've got the blood of the Ishimaru family running through your veins; you're stubborn as hell and not one to back down from a challenge.

Even if the challenge was to befriend a guy who basically told you to "fuck off" every other day.

When you two finally became friends and eventually start dating months later, he wondered if you had any enemies who saw your grandfather's downfall as a disgrace and still hold onto that same resentment towards his kin...

But you reassure him that's the least of his concerns.

And he didn't have to worry about gaining your father's approval, which confused him a lot--since he was in the police force and surely wouldn't like hearing about his daughter dating a notorious clan leader.

Imagine Fuyuhiko's surprise when you tell him that it's your older half-brother, Kiyotaka, that he should be worried about.

"Wait...the hall monitor guy? You two are related????"

That's never occurred to him until now, but you don't blame him for it.

Despite having similar physical traits, you two had vastly different personalities. Taka was louder, more strict, and some would even call him a self-righteous nuisance, while you stayed your honest and true self, keeping a levelhead and knowing that there's more to life than just studies (although you try to prioritize them whenever necessary).

You both believe in working hard to achieve what your hearts desire, and because you share that same goal, you were close and even ran the public morals committee together.

So when you finally introduce your boyfriend to Taka, he immediately wants to know what his intentions are.

If anything, he's worried about the ramifications of you dating a yakuza, wanting to know if you'll be safe, if it'll affect your duties/studies, etc. etc.

Even though Peko had sworn to protect you both from threats, Taka still has his concerns.

He acts very overbearing, and after a few weeks it comes to a head when you and Fuyuhiko are just taking a break from an event, only for Taka to storm over and express disappointment and claiming he's a "bad influence" for apparently "dragging" you away from your responsibilities.

Before you could defend yourself, your bf does so--in his own hotheaded way, of course.

"It was HER choice to take a fucking break, dude. Would it kill you to back off a little??? You'll be fine without her for a few minutes. God. I can't believe you're related to this guy, [y/n]..."

That struck a nerve in Taka, as he excuses himself to go sulk somewhere--to which you leave to comfort him while Fuyuhiko is still brimming with irritation.

Eventually, though, he does some reflection and realizes maybe he was being kind of a dick....so he finds you two and apologizes, admitting he was frustrated and just wanted to be viewed as "normal" for once.

Fortunately your half-brother forgives him on the spot, promising to step back and let your relationship thrive without his constant intrusion.

Ryoma

The former tennis pro took a risk falling in love with you, obviously due to his past and reputation as a prisoner who once faced death row.

After realizing you were part of the Ishimaru family who still had unpaid debts spanning generations, he wanted to protect you at all costs, often worried day and night that someone's gonna come along to "collect" that debt.

Considering what happened to his last girlfriend, his fears were understandable, but you reassured him that you had no known enemies.

One day, he's surprised when you tell him your half-brother wanted to meet him--although that was better than meeting your father who was in the police force.

Taka was quick to figure out you were dating someone and requested a meeting, wanting to make sure this guy was good to you and didn't distract you from your studies/talent-related duties.

You mentioned ahead of time that Ryoma used to be in prison, but he firmly believes in people redeeming themselves and working hard to become good members of society again if they wanted to. So he didn't seem too worried.

But the meeting ends up turning into more of an interrogation.

Your boyfriend barely gets to say "hey" before he's scolded for having a cigarette in his mouth---only for him to reveal that it's candy---and then get another reprimand for having said candy on school grounds.

You defend him like "bro please, he's trying to overcome an addiction", and for a moment Taka settles down.

But then he goes on to ask why he'd keep reminders of his criminal past with him (the iron cuff on his leg and the prison jumpsuit), wondering why he's not dressed like his Ultimate at all.

Ryoma made the mistake of saying he gave that up.

Taka's horrified at the notion that somebody would just "throw away" their talent after working their whole life to achieve such a title.

He asks why he'd willingly destroy his own future--to which your boyfriend finally gets fed up with all the questions, responding that he shouldn't be judging the choices of somebody he barely knows before walking off.

You leave to talk with Ryoma sometime later, apologizing for Taka's behavior and explaining that he could be insensitive at times, and just needed help understanding other people's perspectives.

He admits he might've lashed out, feeling jealous of your half-brother's fighting spirit that continued to persevere despite facing such a huge tragedy in his family.

He himself wishes he had that same spark, even though you pointed out that their circumstances were highly different.

Eventually, him and Taka are able to have a mature conversation, with Ryoma explaining how he was in an extremely dark place and lost a lot of people he loved, going to prison just for trying to avenge them.

He didn't think life was worth living anymore until you showed up and gave him a reason to keep going, helping him enjoy tennis again. Even if it's just a ping pong match every once in a while.

He promised Taka--from one man to another--that he'll be nothing but good to you and will prove it.

He's ready for him to say that was a "poor excuse" for giving up his talent and committing crime...

But instead Taka just starts bawling, moved by his will to live again and revive his talent.

"Cool your jets, man.." Ryoma gets flustered. "I didn't say I'd go back to being pro overnight."

"Bu....But I-I am touched by your story!! And here I was, making horrible assumptions about your life and your intentions with my sister! Forgive me!"

When you show up, he profusely apologizes for scrutinizing your partner, now knowing the full story and deciding to put his trust in him from there on.

Of course he might bug you two about studying and not engage in pda so much, but you both try ignoring it.

If you ever expressed annoyance about it, Ryoma says that while he agrees sometimes, you shouldn't take it for granted.

Kazuichi

They've shared passing glances in the halls, with Taka completely disapproving Kazuichi's "uniform" and outlandish style, trying to convince him to change.

But the Ultimate Mechanic, immature as ever, just mocks him and calls him a "nerd" before running away from the angry Ultimate Moral Compass--coincidentally finding you, his partner of one month.

Somehow, he doesn't know Taka is your half-brother, even with the distinct red eyes and eyebrows that ran in the family and the fact that you were co-leader of the public morals committee.

You reveal that to him after he's done explaining why he looked so scared....and his eyes turn to saucers.

"H-He's...your BROTHER??? But you two act nothing alike!!"

"Half-Brother, Kazuichi." You correct. "We share the same dad."

"Huh? Same dad....different mom?"

"......"

"Ohhhhhh, okay now I can see the resemblance-"

"Well..no shit! How was it not obvious from the start?!"

"AH! Y-You yell just like him, too!" He squeaks, terrified.

But now he understood why Taka always seemed to be watching you two, assuming he was jealous that some "sleazy" guy like him could get a date.

Nope. You just have an overprotective family member.

Taka had little trouble finding you both, and things get even more awkward when you explain to him that the pink-haired troublemaker who always called him a nerd was your boyfriend.

That goes about as well as you expected.

"[Y/n], as part of the Ishimaru family, we're expected to hold ourselves to the highest standards! And that goes for anything in your personal life! Including relationships! So please tell me what you see in this unkempt gentleman and his countless dress code violations!!"

"Shit. What're you, her dad??" Kazuichi gets defensive fast. "You need to chill, dude. [Y/n] doesn't mind my style. She digs it!"

"...well uh..." You sweat a little, already sensing your half-brother's disappointment.

After that incident, Taka's gonna have your relationship with the mechanic under a microscope for quite some time.

He hoped you'd set a good example, and maybe help him change his attire to look more appealing and mature--or at the very least convince him to wash his jumpsuit.

You too once thought Kaz was always up to no good, considering how much he bothered Sonia and whatnot, until you got to learn that deep down he felt insecure and undesirable, his appearance only being that way because it made him feel somewhat more confident in himself.

So you gave him a chance to prove he could be a good partner.

And you don't regret it, as he's been the sweetest guy ever--building mechanical trinkets to decorate your dorm with and letting you study instruction manuals so you could ask questions and get him passionate about his talent.

Given the longstanding banter between him and Taka, proving to the latter that he's treating you well was going to be a challenge.

"Seriously, what do you see in that guy, [y/n]?"

"He makes me laugh, Taka."

[theamityelf]

(Undead AU Masterlist)

Not to suddenly kick down the (not even closed) door on this AU, and I don't even know how canon this idea will end up being to the AU in the long run, but I was just thinking, and I'm not sure if this counts as body horror or gore, but uh...

I kind of want Makoto to get seriously, permanently injured, taking care of his classmates.

Like, the thought I had was, one of them bites his finger off.

(It has to be one of his classmates, for the angst.)

Bonus points if it's after he's found out about Nagito killing reserve course students.

Makoto's class is getting rowdier and more feral, because he hasn't been accepting food from Nagito, so they're stuck with whatever animals he's able to hunt. And even running himself ragged for hours at a time, it isn't enough. They're all hungry. It's two weeks until the next delivery from outside, and they're hungry. He brings in a crane, they pick it clean in no time, they're all still hungry. (He's hungry, too.)

But that isn't when it happens.

(That would vindicate Nagito's human-hunting a little too definitively.)

Eventually, he finds a spot on campus where he hasn't hunted much, and animals still show up there. He's able to bring back enough for everyone to eat a decent amount.

It's a long walk from the classroom, but he can do it, if it keeps them fed.

They get irritable when he leaves, especially now that he's been staying out longer, but he has to do it.

There are a lot of ways it could happen. Maybe he's trying to get a bone out of someone's mouth before they choke. Maybe someone is trying to eat something rancid. Whatever the case, he's doing something that would normally be reasonably safe for him, but his friends have been so on edge (and maybe his reflexes are dulled by hunger and exhaustion) and he gets a finger bitten off.

(It has to be someone other than Junko who does it. I'm thinking Byakuya, Sayaka, Leon. Someone he's close to, who will feel really bad about it.)

Makoto cries out in pain, and the classroom just devolves into chaos.

Nagito gets a frantic knock on his door, which he hurries to answer.

Hina doesn't even wait for his surprised look to settle; she just picks him up and runs back with him.

Nagito's heart is pounding, as he wonders what could have happened. Makoto must be hurt, for Asahina to be this frantic.

(Because he was grabbed so quickly, he wasn't able to shut the door behind himself. Fuyuhiko, Mahiru, and Akane follow Hina. Peko follows Fuyuhiko. And a few others just escape; he'll have to find them and herd them back later.)

No one has escaped the 78th class's room, despite having the opportunity.

He can't see Makoto at first, but he can guess where he is. Ogami is definitely protecting something, not letting any of her classmates near it– even Kirigiri and Togami, who are making genuine efforts to get close.

Asahina sets Nagito down, and he hurries past Ogami (She allows it.) to find Makoto curled up in a corner, barely awake and bleeding from what remains of his finger.

He's lost a lot of blood.

Nagito hurries to the classroom first aid kit. The part of him that isn't alight with panic manages to feel grateful that Hope's Peak saw fit to complement his pre-existing knowledge of first aid with more specific information on treating major injuries like this.

He needs to stop the bleeding. He needs to clean it. (Already, too much time has passed without anything to prevent infection.)

Even just taking hold of the hand that lost the finger gets pained sobs out of Makoto. Handling the injury itself is miserable work for both of them.

Even so, it takes Makoto alarmingly long to register that he's there. He's already partway through bandaging him by the time eye contact is attempted.

"Hey," Makoto says hoarsely.

(It's maybe the second or third time they've spoken since he found out the truth. Their last interaction wasn't hostile, but it was strained.)

"Hey," Nagito says. Then, "No, no! Stay awake. Don't pass out."

It's really bad for him to lose this much blood. Nagito knows he hasn't been getting enough food. It's amazing he's been keeping his class fed.

Makoto whimpers as Nagito keeps bundling the injury.

"I'm sorry," Nagito says. "I know it hurts, but I can't just leave it as is."

"It's okay," Makoto says. "Don't be scared." He sounds delirious. Not entirely present.

"Stay awake. Keep talking. How have you been?"

"Missed you. Um, did you see my finger, or did they swallow it?"

"I don't know. I hurried right over. Regardless, no one here knows how to reattach it."

"I know. I've just...never not had it before?"

Nagito smiles despite himself. "If I see it, I'll be sure to save it for you."

"Thank you. Thanks, Nagito."

The fact that he said it twice makes Nagito slightly misty-eyed, which isn't normal for him at all. "Of course. I'll take care of everything. Don't worry at all, okay?"

"I'm okay. Just need a little rest."

"No. Just sit here. I'm going to bring you something to eat. Mahiru, make sure he doesn't pass out while I'm gone."

Mahiru's path to them is momentarily blocked by Ogami, but the kouhai subsides after a sufficiently stern look from the former.

"I'll be right back." Nagito cups Makoto's cheek with a bloodstained hand. "Just wait here."

[hopeymchope]

what's some criticism you have about makoto/the most valid criticism you've sene of him?

I've been sitting on this ask for like a week, because I've been struggling with it. Even when I think I remember one that hits a solid mark, I then mentally argue it down to being a non-issue.

The only criticism I've seen that ever hit any kind of mark for me is some fans' frustrations that he didn't endure/overcome much personal loss compared to many of the characters around him, because he repeatedly seems to luck out and have it work out in the end. This usually comes from people who are bitter about Kirigiri's survival in DR3, but I can understand that having Naegi's seeming losses get reversed or resolved whereas someone like Fuyuhiko has to lose his sister and then just carry on with it... it can seem kind of unfair. Why does he get to keep his secondary protag/potential love interest, but Hajime loses Chiaki? Why does he get his sister back safely while Asahina loses her brother forever? And so on.

The first counter to this complaint is that, well, he seemingly / maybe / probably? lost his parents during the tragedy. But those with this complaint find it frustrating that this is kept open-ended and hopeful, still leaving him with a chance to once again reverse/undo his loss. Despite seeing their corpses pretty clearly broadcast on television during Ultra Despair Girls, when Komaru finally gets to the actual place the Naegi parents are supposed to be? They aren't there, leaving her with a sense of hope that she'll still find them somehow alive.

The second counter to this complaint is that obviously Makoto still loses tons of friends during the course of DR1. Even if he doesn't immediately remember how close they all were, its implied in DR2 that they maybe/probably got those memories back later. Which had to make it pretty devastating.

Those who harbor this complaint have sometimes said that Naegi's unrelenting hope would mean more if he actually had to overcome a permanent loss. But I think that rings kind of hollow when you consider that he manages to remain hopeful even in the immediate aftermath of Kyoko's "death" in DR3. At this lowest possible point, he stands strong.

And despite how much I'm arguing against this complaint? I still think it rings kind of true. Because it DOES feel unfair that he gets off relatively lightly compared to so many other characters. Togami loses everything that defined him, everything that he based his pride and reputation on. Kirigiri loses Samidare brutally, finds her father's body without even knowing if the two of them ever achieved any kind of closure, and the question of whether she ever reunites with her grandfather is left wide open. Class 77-B may only lose ONE of their friends and classmates, but they also lose their freedom and their ability to live a peaceful life by accepting and embracing not only the guilt of their actions as Remnants, but also taking on the guilt of what happened in the Future Arc of DR3. Maki loses Kaito, Shuichi loses Kaito AND Kaede, and so on. These characters are forced to carry on after permanent, undeniable losses.

For those reasons, I do prefer to think that the Naegi parents are later confirmed dead. It gets Naegi more of a permanent, personal loss to endure and overcome in the longer term—I even wrote a fanfic one-shot about it.

But you know, I feel like I should mention that, for those who think Makoto gets off light because he's a "creator's pet" or something? There is someone in the DR1 who ultimately gets off even lighter than Naegi: Yasuhiro Hagakure. The ONLY seeming personal loss he ever endures is his mom — and he gets her back safe and sound! But I guess he's very rarely explored seriously since he's mostly comic relief... so maybe people don't worry about him as much.

[meiiuka]

hii!! i rlly love ur posts and i wanted to ask,

could you write fuyuhiko, ishimaru, and shuichi with a reader who ends up in the hospital alot?

if you cant/dont want to, just ignore this post! no hard feelings lol ^^ anyway, have a good day!!!

hi!! i’m so happy to hear you like my posts, it means a lot to me <3

fuyuhiko, ishimaru, and shuichi with an s/o who ends up in the hospital often:

category: headcanons, x reader, comfort, fluff

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu:

• he just wants to protect you and make you feel more safe so he holds you closely when you’re feeling sick or anxious

• whenever you end up in the hospital, he gets really anxious and can become desperate for answers

• during your stay there, consider him your guardian angel bc he will not leave your side even if you insist

• he checks on you veryyy often. and he tries to be unobvious about it sometimes but 😭 he cares so much he can’t hide it

• “i don’t care what it takes to make sure you’re okay, i would go to the ends of the goddamn earth for you, got that?”

• he’s super stubborn and needs to make sure you’re okay, so he waits in the hospital room with you

• and if he can’t? he will wait outside in the parking lot until he can

• he’s argues with the staff about letting him in so he can check on you,, sometimes it actually works

• he kisses your forehead when you fall asleep because he wants to make you sleep well

• “i love you. squeeze my hand if you’re in pain, i can take it.”

Kiyotaka Ishimaru:

• he’s alert to any signs of illness or discomfort and has learned your signals overtime

• “y/n, i do worry there may be something wrong! are you feeling ok? should i get you a water? medicine?”

• he needs to be near you in case something happens. he loves you and wants to be prepared if anything occurred

• if you end up in the hospital, it never gets less scary for him

• even if its routine, he still can’t mask his anxiety behind potentially losing the love of his life

• “i felt too worried about you to sleep properly last night… would it be okay if i asked to stay in your hospital room overnight?”

• if this means he has to sleep on the floor, so be it, he will

• he tries to avoid smothering you but tends to be really physically clingy, just in fear you may feel alone

• “my love, tell me how you are. i want to listen to your fears and pain… i’d never move an inch if you asked me to! i’m right here.”

• he takes you out on lots of dates once you’re discharged, making sure you handle yourself carefully when you go outside again

Shuichi Saihara:

• he tries to come to your door every day and texts your phone if he knows he isn’t going to be able to see you irl

• “hey… y/n, are you feeling ok today? i was worried about you last night, i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

• he doesn’t want you to worry about him worrying, he just wants you to feel that he cares

• and he definitely does. a whole lot more than he could even express to you

• when you end up in the hospital he’s the first to show up. how did he even know you were there?

• “i just… felt like something was off. gut feeling… and i needed to see the scene.”

• he loves writing little cards and sending lots of flowers and surprises to you when you’re in the hospital— every single time no matter how many

• “oh these? yeah, some are from your family and friends, but these ones are from me.”

• and he points to a neat stack of wrapped presents and cards

• he massages your scalp and leans over to kiss your lips and hand while you lay down

• “i love you so, so much. i could never lose you, i just want you to be safe and… comfortable. i’ll hold your hand right here.”

[causeitsagame]

@hajihiko and I talked about the aftereffects of All Of That (1 / 2 / 3 / 4), and you know what a good whalloping suckerpunch of angst needs? Some incredibly shameless H/C to follow it up.

(Warning for all the topics you'd expect after the physical and emotional trauma in those first posts.)

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The music had started up again.

Fuyuhiko grimaced at the familiar, bone-deep thumping that ran through the walls and into his body. He could mostly tune out the sounds themselves, but the vibrations were harder to ignore. Instinctively, he moved his pillow over his ear and hoped for the best.

Sleep came only shallowly, and cold soon woke him from it. It'd licked at his shoulder where it poked up over the blanket, but once he became aware of the cold, it was obvious that the blanket wasn't heavy enough to actually keep the rest of him warm.

He could pretend that things were tolerable as he first fell asleep, exhausted by the horrors of each fresh day. But with a few hours' sleep, his body usually woke back up to alert him of all the dangers it faced. That only made things worse. He was in this cell, as alone as he'd ever been, and his captors weren't going to help him warm himself, or heal himself, or feed himself like he really needed. Each night without recuperative sleep just sped his inevitable death a little more.

Fuyuhiko frowned under the pillow he held to his ear. Now that he thought about the music, that song sounded like… those fuckers. They probably thought this was a great goddamn joke to play on him, didn't they? For the first time, they'd gotten their hands on one of the Remnants, and so now they were reminding him of the others. Playing Ibuki's music like that had to be taunting him: we'll get her, too. Remember how she screamed this song at everyone, not too long after they woke up? We'll get all of them. Every last one.

Deeper, glacial cold ran through Fuyuhiko, and he went very, very still.

After they woke up?

He shouldn't know that.

Why did he know specifics? Why could he picture locations? Events? Names? Shit. Fuck. It hadn't worked. The memories were still there to be carved out of him. He was weaker now than he'd been at the start of everything, and he'd do his damndest to hold everything back, but it would grow harder with every passing day.

Fuyuhiko clutched the blanket tight and tried to force himself back into sleep. He needed to shore up his willpower before the torture restarted. He knew he'd be dead, soon enough, so the only control he had was over whether he betrayed everyone he cared about. He couldn't let anyone know anything about the Remnants as a whole, and more than anything, he couldn't tell them one single goddamn thing about Hajime.

Shit. Fuck. FUCK. Why had he let himself remember that name?

Nearly delirious with panic, Fuyuhiko curled in on himself and tried to pass out.

Eventually, the heavy door opened and Knife (or Stain or Red) stepped inside. Fuyuhiko froze, attempting to feign unconsciousness. If it were simply more pain coming, he could bear anything. He'd simply stop acknowledging most of the agony ripping through him, knowing that his body would probably wear out before his resolve did. But if he knew things again, 'probably' was no longer good enough. Torture suddenly mattered, again.

They called his name, and he tensed before he could help it. Damn. That'd been visible. They knew he was awake. It was about to start.

They called his name again, and reached down to grab him by the shoulder. Fuyuhiko flinched, unable to help it, and also couldn't help his grimace when the pillow was lifted away from his head. His good eye screwed tighter shut, like that'd somehow help.

His name. Again. Again. And then he was being lifted bodily out of bed, and Knife's gang was saying…

Saying… what? That didn't make sense. Saying it was okay? That he was safe? What?

Fuyuhiko risked opening his good eye, slowly enough that he could slam it shut if something came at it. What he saw didn't make any sense, either. Who was that? It wasn't Knife, Red, or Stain. Had they brought in someone new? And what was with that look of concern? Were they doing mind games, now? Trying to play good cop, bad cop after spending so long with the same approach?

"Fuyuhiko," the stranger said again, with deep worry running through his voice. "It's okay. It's okay. Look at me."

He did, and confusion slowly ebbed like fog burning off under sunlight. "Hajime?" Fuyuhiko wondered, only for adrenaline to slam into him like taking a punch. "You have to get out of here!" he cried, lunging forward to shove him. "I told you not to come! Fuck! Go!"

"Fuyuhiko," Hajime repeated in an endless, soothing stream. "It's okay. Look around. Look at where you are. You're not there. You're not there."

"Huh?" Fuyuhiko's exhaustion-fogged brain needed a few seconds to respond, and he slowly looked around the room. There were… there were windows.

Windows? His room didn't have windows. Why were there windows, then?

Because… this was the ship. He was on the ship. He'd been back here for weeks, and his memories were back by choice, and Hajime wasn't about to be captured.

Exhaling, Fuyuhiko closed his eyes and relaxed, letting Hajime hold him up with the grip he had on Fuyuhiko's shoulders. "I'm back. Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize," Hajime murmured. "Hey. Wanna look outside? It's sunny."

"I'm fine," Fuyuhiko said shortly, and pulled back. "I didn't have a damn nightmare or something. I was just… confused."

"After what you went through, it's normal to—"

"I'm fine," Fuyuhiko said in an increasingly tight voice, and pulled further away when Hajime reached for his wrist. "Ibuki screaming in the middle of the night just woke me up. S'normal to be tired when you can't sleep. Gonna let me get dressed?"

Hajime hesitated, then nodded and stepped back. "Right, sure. Sorry. Glad you're fine."

Fuyuhiko mutely nodded, and made a show of waiting for Hajime to leave so that he could dress for the day.

They'd sailed back north, at least for now. There was a military base the group knew of with pickings too good to pass up. That must have been where Hajime got the supplies for his dumbass (spectacular, overwhelming, incredible) move with the satellites.

This wasn't a commitment to settling up here, but they couldn't stay back on Jabberwock for long, and this little bay had apparently served them well enough. It was getting colder each day, though. Pretty, Fuyuhiko thought as he leaned on the railing and looked up at how very low the snowline had pushed into the evergreen forest surrounding them. But cold.

He folded his arms, enjoying the warmth of a sweater that he never would have been seen in while representing the clan, and appreciated the view. For about three minutes.

It wasn't unusual for Hajime and Peko to talk at length. For one, she'd trained herself on a lot of monitoring equipment, as had others. She, the Imposter, Mahiru, Nagito, Kazuichi, and Sonia all took shifts watching and listening for anything of note.

But those two were also the most likely to be concerned about Fuyuhiko. After his embarrassing confusion this morning, that had better not be motivating their latest conversation. Fuyuhiko watched them from a distance, talking and nodding and gesturing, and frowned when Hajime walked off first.

Toward Ibuki.

Goddammit!

"No," he hissed as he ran across the deck and grabbed Hajime by the arm.

"I just thought I could tell her to keep it down at night." Hajime shrugged. "Everyone else would probably appreciate it, too."

"I said I could handle it." Fuyuhiko's eye narrowed. "Don't say one fucking thing."

"Fuyuhiko—"

His eye drew into a mere slit. It glinted warning.

"Fine," Hajime relented. "But I think you should know that this is normal. I'm just trying to help, and it's nothing to be ashamed about."

"If you don't stop Ibuki, then is Peko gonna?"

"I…" Hajime rolled his eyes and walked off. "I'll talk to Peko."

Okay. Good. Fuyuhiko watched until he was sure that neither of them would attempt to talk to Ibuki, and wandered off toward breakfast.

That night, it was cold again.

Fortunately, music didn't blare, but the metal walls creaked ominously with the same winds that kept Ibuki below deck. Winter had arrived with a hunger, by now, and the narrow inlets along the coast funneled gusts right toward them.

Fuyuhiko curled into a ball under his blanket and tried to think of anything but cold running through his mind on repeat. Logically, he knew that it wasn't truly that bad in his room. A vent over the door radiated heat and he'd worn warm enough clothes to bed. Even so, his bed was up against the metal wall and it seemed to leech heat directly out of him and into the Canadian winter on the other side.

And all those dark memories coiling themselves around his mind thrived in the cold.

His door clicked. Annoyed, Fuyuhiko turned toward whoever had come to wake him up.

One of two expected faces was there, and it was the one who wouldn't just hand an extra blanket to him and make a silent exit. "I raided an empty room," Hajime explained, gesturing to the blanket in his hand.

Fuyuhiko sighed, about to argue that things had been spread evenly through the cabins, but stopped his own argument before he made it. It wasn't like they needed to keep those empty cabins stockpiled; they wouldn't be picking up any passengers any time soon. "Thanks, but…"

"But?"

But. But. He didn't know. The protest had been instinctive.

Hajime nodded slowly, closed the door behind him, and walked further into the cabin. "Mind talking?"

"Maybe," Fuyuhiko said wryly, and sat up. The blanket came with him and his legs folded snugly inside where it draped off his shoulders. As he sat up, he noticed an odd glow outside the portholes, like moonlight and starlight had been smeared flat against the glass. At some point, it'd started to snow. The gleaming reflection off each individual flake was dim, barely there, but there were so many of them.

Hajime sat on the other end of the bed and draped the blanket he'd brought around his own shoulders. "I'd keep waking up with his memories as my dreams."

Ah. Fuyuhiko considered Hajime, aware that his expression had slid toward sympathy in the not-really darkness, and said nothing.

"That happened again a few weeks ago, actually," Hajime continued. "When I did the satellites, I just kind of shut down all of my emotions so I wouldn't chicken out. That night, Sonia looked at me like I was… like I was someone else. Well, we started sailing for Jabberwock. A few nights into the trip, I thought about the satellites again. I remembered how she'd looked at me, and pretty soon… it wasn't me, that night."

Fuyuhiko shifted his weight on the bed and adjusted his grip on the blanket he held. "You didn't say anything."

"Right." Hajime shrugged. "I'm used to it. And I'm pretty practiced with coming back around, by now. But I guessed you weren't, yet."

Fuyuhiko laughed darkly, remembering how hard Hajime had needed to work to shatter the memories that had captured him. "Yeah. Well. What gave it away?"

"How'd that memory thing work, again? The one your dad taught you?"

The topic change caught him off guard, and Fuyuhiko needed a moment to catch up. "Uh… when there's enough pain that your brain can't think about anything else, you force an image into your head. From that point out, if you get asked about what they were trying to carve out of you, all you'll be able to remember is the new image."

Hajime's hands tightened around the blanket he held until the knuckles went tight and pale. "Right," he said after a measured pause, in a strained voice edged with outrage. "Sounds… really… handy."

Fuyuhiko smirked. It had been, but after a few desperate 'thank yous,' Hajime would never sincerely admit to that again.

"Anyway," Hajime continued, visibly trying to squelch his anger. "Think about what you just said: 'your brain can't think about anything else.'"

"Yeah, and?"

"Our brains have limits. They can only take so much. You know that, because you deliberately used your brain's limits as part of your plan." He scooted a little closer. "Well, this is just the other side of it, I guess. It's what came along as part of using that plan to." Hajime halted, swallowed, and needed a moment to continue. "To save me."

When Fuyuhiko remained thoughtfully quiet, Hajime reached for where Fuyuhiko's hand held the draped blanket shut. He ran his fingertips along a raised line on the hand's back. "You're not weak if you get a scar after you're cut, right? That's just how it works."

Fuyuhiko sat in silence for a while, then snorted faintly. "Don't pull out your Ultimate Therapist on me. Jerk."

Hajime smiled.

Sighing, Fuyuhiko tilted his head back and studied the ceiling. These stark cabin walls did look unfortunately similar to the place he'd been held for months. "So. How long's it last?"

"There are treatments we can try, if you want to."

Fuyuhiko looked uncertainly at him. "Treatments? Would I… what, have to bring Mikan into the loop?" Because there was no way.

"Don't have to. I haven't, for me."

Well. That was a positive, at least. “Didn't you say you had another bad night just recently?"

"Yeah," Hajime acknowledged. "Now that you mention it, next time we hit that military base, maybe we can check what they've got stockpiled in the pharmacy. For both of us. But even with just some mental exercises and techniques, it's a lot better than it was. I'll probably always have some bad nights, but if they're only an exception, I can deal."

Fuyuhiko nodded slowly. "Okay. So, I'd just talk with you, then?" He wouldn't with anyone else, but he could do that.

"Right. As much as you'd be up for."

Shifting awkwardly below his blanket, Fuyuhiko hesitated, then met and held Hajime's gaze. "Would you be up for it?" That earned a confused look, and he clarified, "If I start talking about exactly what they did to me, and you know it was for your sake, what's that gonna do to your own head?"

That apparently hadn't crossed Hajime's mind before it was pointed out. Concern, sympathy, and heartbreak passed through his expression in equal measure.

"Right." Fuyuhiko laughed faintly and pulled his knees tight against his chest. "We make quite a pair, huh?"

"I… look, if it helps, don't worry about my reaction. Really. It's exactly like you said: you did that for me. If me hearing about it helps you, then that's what we're gonna do."

Except that the most likely option would be Hajime needing to squelch his emotions to handle what he was hearing, and locking down his feelings did fuck-all for his mental health. "It's just gonna be you and me cycling around like this, huh?" Fuyuhiko drawled. "Each of us shoving the other out in front."

Hajime went quiet again before looking back up. His shoulders slumped slightly in resignation, for he apparently admitted that his plan had bit off too much, too early. "Okay. Then… we'll do that some day, but let's compromise right now. Let's just try to figure out what sets off your bad nights so we can hopefully avoid them. That's a good first step. Right?"

"Fair enough. But one of them is loud music, and you're not gonna mention one goddamn word of this to Ibuki. If she knows something, the whole ship'll know."

"Right," Hajime mused. "It's quiet tonight, but…" He trailed off, then asked thoughtfully, "What about ear plugs?"

"That's…" Fuyuhiko considered what it would be like if he could only feel the vibrations without any music. It might feel close enough to a ship's ongoing movement that he could convince himself that's all he was feeling. "That could help, actually." He probably should have thought of that, but he'd tried to forget his bad nights as soon as he woke from them.

Hajime grinned. "Okay, good start. Anything else?"

Fuyuhiko looked away, uncomfortably aware of how he'd been gripping his blanket like some child in a crib. "…Being cold."

Sympathy slammed into Hajime's eyes: the same overwhelmed look that Fuyuhiko remembered being directed at him while stuck in a hospital bed, when he didn't know who was staring at him in broken disbelief. "Oh. Right. Of course."

Fuyuhiko's grip flexed around the blanket. It wasn't like he was that invalid, still. It was fucking winter in fucking Canada, of course he couldn't shake off the cold.

"Uh…" Hajime scanned the room with increasing concern, clearly aware that he'd run up against the edges of Fuyuhiko's mood. "Here."

"Here?" Fuyuhiko repeated, expecting the other blanket to be draped around him. Instead, a warm set of arms embraced him around the blanket he wore, and Fuyuhiko blinked in surprise. "Uh," he managed.

"Mikan tells me I run a full degree warm," Hajime said with a grin. "Can you feel it?"

Still too surprised to protest, Fuyuhiko sat there and felt the warmth seep through the blanket, and then through his clothes, and then into him. It seemed to unknot muscles that had been tight ever since they returned to northern latitudes. "Yeah," he admitted, and relaxed.

The heat burrowed deeper and a long breath sighed out of him. "This is nice," Fuyuhiko conceded. He probably wouldn't let himself say that if he'd ever been able to get a full night's sleep. As winter's presence became inarguable, a full night's rest became impossible. Most nights weren't bad ones, not like the day before, but he always woke up midway.

He was soon so slack, so relaxed, that it took him a minute to realize his position had changed. "Huh?" Fuyuhiko blearily wondered as he looked up from the pillow he'd been laid against. Once made comfortable, his body had apparently decided to reclaim the sleep it'd missed. Immediately.

It took him another moment to realize that Hajime was also reclining, having arranged the blankets on top of them both. He noticed Fuyuhiko looking at him and lifted his eyebrows in silent question. This okay?

Fuyuhiko blinked at him in slow motion, still in awe of what it felt like to be warm, again, and to not feel alone and abandoned inside a steel cage. "You don't have a pillow," he pointed out, like it was suddenly, deeply important.

"Could raid another empty room."

He tried to say 'if you go, hurry' and 'don't lift the blankets too much.' All that actually came out was a soft, sleepy, "Mmmm." It was kind of funny, Fuyuhiko thought as he drifted off with surprising speed. Here was the person he'd gone through hell for, and yet, next to him, he had confidence that his memories would be kept safe from returning there.

Hajime grinned a little at the noise that had come out of Fuyuhiko as he toppled rapidly off the edge of consciousness. "Maybe tomorrow for a pillow."

"Mmmm," Fuyuhiko agreed, and felt his body relax out of the tight knot he'd automatically made. It was warm, finally. And no one could ever find them. That was good. That was…

Sleep took him gently but deeply, and lasted until morning.

[kiwibongos]

im thinking so loudly about ibuki and fuyuhikos friendship. i think i will explode

i dont see it ever really talked about honestly, they had so much potential together as a duo. even after everything fuyuhiko had done, he genuinely showed remorse for everything (by the whole slitting his abdomen open especially) and ibuki knew that, she understood it, so she went as far as to throw him a whole party for his recovery because she cares, she believes he can be a better person bc she is STUPIDLY optimistic about everything. fuyu must've thought he didnt deserve all that kindness

iirc, i even think at some point in dialogue, ibuki says to hajime she was gonna go find fuyuhiko to bug him, and GOD i love the thought of that. fuyuhiko just going off alone often thinking about shit (you know, The Horrors) cause its not like he had anyone— but then ibuki finds him and follows him around because she doesn't want him to be alone.

i think theyd slowly become really good friends just unfortunately off screen. i think ibuki would personally and deeply understand his kind of feeling of loneliness and not really fitting in/being normal, though it may be in different ways, ibuki must've had a tough life as well, so she would cheer him up about it. theyre both a little fucked up and silly, its what ties their bond

and dude you cannot tell me fuyuhiko didn't try to help the others while they were sick during ch3, but most notably ibuki in this case. she had done so much for him with the party, he wanted to return the favor, he wanted to keep her safe especially with how she was wandering out her room

but his efforts failed in the end. when she died, that mustve fucked him up so badly. like. for a while

he'd lost peko and natsumi, everyone hated him, but he didn't let it stop him from trying to be better. but now, he lost ibuki, just when they were getting close (AND hiyoko, who he was trying to make up with, AND mikan which hurt him too bc i think he cared deeply for her too and tried to help her overall during the disease ordeal to give back as well, but thats a whole other post), its like everyone was being taken away from him right at his feet. i feel like he'd just try to avoid people permanently from that point on. (which didnt work obvi bc akane and hajime flicked his forehead and said Hey Bitch I Love You) but anyway. god. it was too early for those three to go dammit

god i want more of ibuki and fuyuhiko i eat it up sm. their friendship is everything to me. i think ibuki would stick around with him in the restaurant at breakfast, and they'd run around the islands (fuyu would be as slow as a snail bc he's still healing lol), fuyuhiko would put up ibukis hair for her, and theyd perhaps even spend some time in the music venue just jammin to the same rock music.. god. just let them be together

[idiotwhowritesshipstuff]

I just gotta say, I really love your work~. Anyway~ can I you do yandere Sonia nevermind and yandere Peko pekoyama dating their darling headcanons? I gotta say I really think sonia has a lot of yandere potential

Very interesting for you to be picking some of the nicher yanderes from the ones I've allowed.

So sorry for how late I am to answer asks, I had a lot of family over then caught COVID (for the third time how am I still alive) so I have either not had much time or have not been in the mood to write until today. I really want to get this request done so this post is more general but I hope you still enjoy.

Mod Monaca

Yandere Sonia Nevermind and Peko Pekoyama dating their darlings headcanons

Sonia as a yandere is an interesting case because the relationship she wants with you is extremely contradictory to how she handles her obsession with you.

Her wish is for you two to have a romance similar to what she sees in the Japanese romance films she watches yet she also wants you to be able to be with her in Novoselic as her partner which means learning the numerous languages she knows and being taught about the military.

Now Sonia isn't ridiculous, she's been trained to be a member of the royal family ever since she was little so she won't expect you to be at her or her family's level immediately and will often cut lessons short as she wants to spend time with you. It's not like you need to be on her level to be by her side, just enough that you can stand next to her since she'll handle the rest.

You're essentially just a figurehead that stands next to the soon to be queen of an absolute monarchy. It's not all bad as ruling a kingdom is something that takes years of experience and just one wrong move can make you hated by thousands so having the Ultimate handle all of it is a bit reassuring but you're stuck just sitting around and looking pretty until Sonia comes over to spend time with you as the servants of the palace keep their distance from you as Sonia can be quite jealous and doesn't like anyone monopolizing your time except her so everyone in the palace is polite and courteous with you but the distance is clear.

Peko as a yandere doesn't believe she can actually date you. She believes that the only relationship meant for you two is that of a master/servant with her as the loyal servant who won't let anyone come near you.

She isolates you from your peers, insisting that they are threats. The only people she backs off on isolating you from are family members you have a positive relationship with, Fuyuhiko and any childhood friends. She'll force them to get away if they try to get you away from her but she'll let them stay if they decide not to question Peko.

Don't expect much support from Fuyuhiko in this situation, in this scenario he's her best friend and supports Peko going off and doing her own thing. He is completely blind to just how messed up you and Peko's situation is and will always be willing to listen to her side before yours.

Despite Peko claiming to be nothing more than your humble servant, she maintains a lot of authority over your life. She firmly believes that she knows what's best for you and will do what she deems is the best way to keep you "safe" even if it upsets you because it is her sworn duty to protect you as your tool.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Oh sorry Hibiki, I mis-spoke. What I meant was… Well, I am concerned about the police trying to arrest you. It depends if word of Kanade being a serial killer is out or not, but I’m worried about corrupt douchebags trying to arrest you for what you did under puppet state.

Well, my biggest worry is that Officer Kinjo would take me in for questioning at best, but...the Future Foundation actually protected me. They're handling my case from here on.

But I do still feel awful about it. I might not have been in control, or remembered any of it, but...I'm still a scumbag...

You really don't need to worry about that Hibiki. And neither do any of you guys.

I mean, think about it! How many ex-criminals and murderers actually work in the Future Foundations upper-echelon?

Huh?

Yeah, trust me, you are FAR from the first "sinner" that's been allowed to stay here.

H-How do you mean?

Uh...right, let me think about it...

Leon, Hifumi, Mondo, and Kirumi all killed during the Killing Game, and Sayaka attempted murder...I'm pretty sure Byakuya has killed people before, though I'm not SURE of that...

Maki is literally an ex-assassin...Gonta also killed lots of people under hypnotism, just like you...

Literally everybody from Class 77, except Chiaki, so that's...Hajime, Mahiru, Nekomaru, Akane, Ryuji, Fuyuhiko, Peko, Sonia, Gundham, Teruteru, Hiyoko, Ibuki, Mikan, and Kazuichi...are all ex-terrorists who were brainwashed into helping Junko destroy the freaking world...Not to mention Hajime and Mukuro Ikusaba worked directly with her, and killed and destroyed things in her name...

He's left the Future Foundation now, but the guy who taught me how to fight is...sorta kinda a vigilante serial killer that kills people he considers irredeemable, and his best buddy is part of a family known for dangerous experimentations that use human test subjects...and his girlfriend is a hitwoman...

And uh...Oh yeah! Ryota tried to subjugate all of humanity, so there's that too!

Also, I've...never killed people, but I've DEFINITELY tried to...haha...ha...

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...That was a lot, wasn't it?

I suddenly don't feel safe here anymore!

Nononono! I swear, we're all really good people! ...Now...

My POINT is there's no fear in Hibiki being arrested or judged for what she's done! Nearly everybody here is in the same boat and understands. So if you ever want to open up to others, you can.

Maybe you should talk about it to Gonta? Like I said, your circumstances are similar. Same goes with Mukuro. Trust me, she knows what it's like to have a maniacal twin sister.

If...I get a chance, and if they're willing, I...might do that actually.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Twilight Syndrome Murder Case - The Journalist - Day 1

[Part 1]

So you were only given 3 days to find out who killed Natsumi Kuzuruyu, correct?

Yeah and as say, we had to keep the student's safety in mind and I think if you saw a bunch of Yakuza on school grounds, you be less incline to go there, right?

So the staff and I started to work on this and began our investigation, we started to with Class 78 since Natsumi came from there.

Then we started to interrogate her Class and I think you can imagine how working with Fuyuhiko has been proven difficult...

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Time: 10:14 AM

*As Masa was investigating Natsumi's body, she wrote down some notes*

Seems she look to be strangle and blunt head force trauma.

And looking at the fish tank on the floor and gravel, I guess that was use as the weapon and they use the window to escape.

At that height? it's up pretty high, how would they pull it off?

To be honest I'm not sure, I heard people mention it might be that pervert that's on school grounds and likely raped her but looking closer, I don't think it's possible.

Ra-Raped?! Wait, people are saying that pervert try to rape her!

There's no way that fucking happen, I know Natsumi would not let that shit happen!

I know and looking at her clothes, it appears she wasn't; the markings on her neck and blunt force headwound - it seems she was strangle first and then head over the head with some weapon which I think was the fish tank and gravel so we can safely assume that's the weapon.

Still, we do need to look at every possibility to make sure we got some idea of what happen.

The only part I'm rather confused on is the window, what happen there? Also the weapon is missing...?

*As then Chisa walked inside as looking to be carrying 2 items*

Okay so I brought the DVD from Chihiro and Ayumi; all of Class 78 was at Sayaka's birthday part so all of them have alibis.

*grabs it and looks at it* Thank you, I'll be sure to look at it and see if everyone's alibis are accounted for.

*As then Chisa was holding a swimsuit that was tied up, filled with gravel and look to be cover in blood*

And I'm going to guess that's the murder weapon?

Yeah, we check around the window here and this was hidden in a bush but one of the staff found it.

And you say the vase that was broken in that other room was a red herring, right? So likely the murderer threw the weapon out the window.

Exactly and I think based on everything here; I think we got a good idea on this case, now it's time to find some suspects.

I think we can safely assume Class 78 is in the clear since they all had alibis during that time so it can't be one of them, but I think we might need to speak with those from her class.

Right, I did inform their teacher so they gather everyone for the investigation.

Right... now it's time for the hard part, we need to figure out what happen and get some testimonies then...

Say Fuyuhiko, if you mind me asking but did your sister had anyone that she didn't get along with or had some bad blood? I think will need to narrow down a few people.

And why does it matter? It's not like Natsumi really spoke much about them anyway.

Well we need to figure out who it so can you at least tell me what happen?

Well... I did remember her mentioning one of her classmates was causing her trouble, Yokoyoko Hanamura. She doesn't really like her very much and in fact I spoke with her older brother a few days ago.

In fact, she told me that Yokoyoko threaten her with a knife and I wouldn't be surprise if she started it.

Wait... a knife? Uh, okay I think we need to keep that in mind.

[danglovely]

Who was actually closest to graduation?

It's functionally the most difficult to graduate in THH because Makoto, Byakuya, and Kyoko are all there to sus you out. Hajime and Chiaki are less effective in GD. Nagito could find you but he's less likely to actually be helpful in exposing you during the trial.

Both Kokichi and Shuichi will work against you in KH. I still think that's less intimidating than the THH trio.

So who was closest to graduation? I have a hard time believing Sayaka would have gotten away with her frame job on Makoto had she lived through her attack on Leon. Seems like Kyoko would have sussed that one out.

Leon didn't actually intend to kill Sayaka, so his attempt was mostly just covering up the evidence of his own self defense. Seeing as Sayaka literally wrote his name on the wall, he wasn't particularly close.

Mondo just squeaks by Leon as a slightly better murderer. Like Leon, he didn't actually plan on murdering anyone. He did a base level cover up after he kills Chihiro, but he really only gets close because Byakuya decided to be confusing.

It may just be because Kyoko wasn't involved, but Celeste was pretty damn close. She only made one big mistake by putting her faith in Hifumi.

Teruteru came closer to graduating than you'd think he would. He saw what Nagito was doing and took advantage of it. He really only got done in by Mikan's unfortunate fall in the dining room.

Peko was trying to get Fuyuhiko graduated, not herself. Seems safe to say that had he gone along with the plan, it would've worked (dependent on a ruling from Monokuma). However, based what we know about Fuyuhiko, he was never going to go through with that plan.

I still don't really understand why Mikan asking about the camera angle of the video gives her away. That's a perfectly reasonable thing to ask Hajime, the only person who purportedly saw the video. She also had bad luck when Hiyoko interrupted Ibuki's murder. She was decently close to getting away with it, but no other suspects really ever materialized.

I don't know why, but I never really entertained the idea that Gundham would ever get away with murdering Nekomaru. Nagito is onto him almost immediately and the plan was just too convoluted to have a serious chance at working.

Nagito's plan to get Chiaki to graduate was pretty flawless and it's heavily implied that the only reason she didn't was because she went against her programming to reveal herself. Hajime does find her notebook and basically says he would have realized that Chiaki was the traitor if he hadn't been lying to himself, so who knows.

I think Kaede might have to be excluded for being framed. Kirumi would have gotten away with it if Shuichi wasn't there, but it wasn't all that clever a plan. I think, if she really reflected on it, she could have done a better murder. Korekiyo wasn't close. You're not close if you interrupt your original murder with another unnecessary murder, then go do the original murder anyway.

Gonta would have been close if Kokichi didn't know everything. Because he did know everything, Gonta was the least close. I don't even know how to evaluate Kaito because he wasn't trying to graduate. Top marks? I guess?

So, who was closest to graduation?

Kaito

Chiaki

Mikan

Celeste

Teruteru

Kirumi

Gundham

Korekiyo

Sayaka

Mondo

Leon

Gonta

Fuyuhiko

[theamityelf]

Instead of the beach, they meet at the hotel, to avoid losing their kouhais in the ocean or sand. It wouldn't hurt to have lunch, anyway.

"A four-inch-tall Olympic swimmer gorging herself on a quarter of a donut," Teruteru marvels. He's at a table with Akane, Sonia, and Mahiru– and of course, all of the miniature Ultimates they're caring for.

Akane lowers her head to hear her kouhai's chittering voice, then lifts it again to say, "She wants you to stop starin'. Where's yours, anyway? You lose him?"

"Oh, he hid under my hat while I was cooking; he didn't like the smoke. I think he fell asleep up there."

"Aren'tcha worried he'll run out of air or somethin'?"

Teruteru lifts his hat to take a slumbering Yasuhiro and place him on the tabletop. The movement appears to startle him awake. (And who can blame him.)

"Hifumi," Mahiru chides, picking up her kouhai and turning him around. "She said to stop staring!"

At another table, Hajime sits with Nagito, Kazuichi, and Nekomaru.

"Aww. Are you making friends?" Nagito says.

His little brown-haired kouhai, Makoto, has been especially social with the others. Based on the tentatively positive reaction of Kazuichi's sheepish kouhai, Makoto seems to be a nice guy. He even pries a bit of conversation out of Kyoko, who Hajime has observed to be pretty unforthcoming.

"This is weird, right?" Hajime says, pulling Nagito's gaze away from fondly watching the tiny Ultimates interact. "I feel like we've moved past how weird this is pretty quickly."

"Check this out," Kazuichi says, taking out a little gadget he's been working on. "This motor is going to power the door to Chihiro's terrarium."

"Her terrarium is going to have an electric door?"

"Amazing!" Nagito says. "It's going to be so cool to see what everyone comes up with."

"This is weird," Hajime murmurs again.

Chiaki sits with Peko, Hiyoko, and Ibuki.

"What do you mean you don't want candy?" Hiyoko protests.

Tiny Sakura points to the chicken on Peko's plate.

"Hey, I'm in charge! I set the menu around here."

Sakura walks closer and says something that Hiyoko bends down to hear.

"Ugh! Fine." Hiyoko gets up to grab Sakura some real food.

"We have a runaway!" Ibuki warns, pointing at Celeste, who is strolling away while Chiaki is focused on a game she's playing.

"Hey hey," Chiaki says mildly, picking Celeste up and holding her close to her ear. "Where are you going?" A short pause, listening. "Oh. You don't like watching me game? That might be a problem for our co-op compatibility..."

"There. Happy?" Hiyoko demands, sitting back down with a new plate.

Sakura says something back.

"You're welcome." Hiyoko is trying to pout, but she's blushing a lot.

"Byakuya" sits with Gundham and Mikan, and Fuyuhiko stands off to the side.

Gundham has been having a harder time managing his kouhai than most, since there aren't a lot of spots on his person that he can safely keep a small person that aren't already inhabited by hamsters. He's been settling for letting her stand on the palm of his hand at all times, though a brief moment where he had to set her on his shoulder so he could bring his food to the table with both hands resulted in her sneezing from the hamster hair, and that was a weird couple of minutes before she sneezed again and seemed to calm down.

(They're all given information on their kouhais, so Gundham actually knows what happened there, but he doesn't explain it to anyone else.)

Now, Toko is chittering at Imposter's kouhai, and it does not seem to be a nice conversation. Mikan's kouhai intervenes, and he speaks loudly enough that most of his chitters are decipherable without bending down; he says something about "inappropriate language".

"He's standing up for his friend," Mikan says, smiling delightedly. "I'm so proud. Is this what it's like...?"

"What what's like?" Fuyuhiko asks, from his corner.

Before she can answer, their pleasant lunch is interrupted by a sudden appearance from Usami. She tells them again that their job is to have fun and make friends on this school trip and help their kouhais do the same, and-

Ding dong, bing bong.

Usami looks immediately panicked, as an unfamiliar sound fills the room.

(Mini THH AU Masterlist)