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candycandy00 · 2 years ago

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The League of Villains Heroes Prologue 4

Author's Note: This is going to be a long, multi-chapter story about what happens after the end of the story, how the remaining members of the League of Villains adapt to their new lives full of therapy and new jobs and new relationships. But, when they get dragged into a fight against an ancient evil trying to take over the planet, this group of former villains might have to become a group of reluctant heroes.

No smut. Some strong language and violence in some chapters.

Prologue 1: Shigaraki Prologue 2: Dabi Prologue 3: Toga Prologue 4: Spinner Prologue 5: Mr. Compress

Shuichi Iguchi, who still insisted that everyone call him Spinner, drew his sword. In one clean motion, he struck down the rat that had emerged from the water in the sewer, hissing and trying to reach him with its claws. He spun around, slicing through the second rat that he knew would attack from behind. The motions were extremely familiar to him. After all, he’d cleared this first dungeon in the game several times by now.

Sitting in his shiny red and black vinyl chair with a controller in his hands, he glanced at his second monitor. He’d only begun the stream a few minutes ago and the chat was already lively, the text scrolling up almost too fast for him to keep up with. He caught a lot of the messages though, these past two years of being a streamer giving him a good eye for messages he’d like to respond to.

“Yeah, the whole killing rats in the sewer thing is so tired at this point,” he said, agreeing with a chatter who called this dungeon boring. “At least make the rats interesting, right? Maybe give them all funny hats.”

Several lines of “lol” and various laughing emojis slid up the screen.

He caught another message just before it disappeared off the top and addressed it. “Yes, LizardLoverGirl, I’m wearing the shirt you sent me!”

He paused the game and leaned back so the camera could get a better view of his hot pink t-shirt that read, “One Sexy Gecko” across the front. It had clearly been custom made and had been delivered yesterday to the address he had listed for his followers to send him gifts. Upon opening it, he’d burst into laughter for a good ten minutes, and then decided to wear it on stream.

Someone in the chat, a user name he didn’t recognize as one of the regulars, asked, “Were there rats in prison?”

The question didn’t bother Spinner. He’d been very open about his past and that included the eight months he’d spent in prison. In fact, his status as a former villain had led directly to him becoming the popular streamer he was today.

When he was looking for work and feeling lost about what to do with his life, he’d posted in an anonymous forum about being a villain fresh out of prison who’s only real skill was playing video games. Someone had commented that he should make a video about a recent game and call it, “Actual Villain reacts to new Heroes vs Villains game”. The game itself was a fighting game that pitted lots of fictional villains against fictional heroes. And while fighting games were not his forte, Spinner had played it competently while discussing the various villain characters and whether any of them would stand a chance against the real heroes he’d fought.

The video quickly went viral, launching Spinner into internet fame almost overnight. The outpouring of interest and attention had shocked him, and he’d started streaming right after, using the popularity of his video to gain momentum.

Now he was one of the top video game streamers in Japan, regularly pulling in millions of views. People seemed to like his candid discussions of his past as a villain, and gravitated to what they called his “down to earth attitude”.

So to answer the chatter’s question, he chuckled and said, “Didn’t see any rats in prison. I saw a few roaches though. Honestly I think that’s worse.”

The unfamiliar chatter immediately shot back, “I thought you eat insects.”

Spinner, totally accustomed to comments like that, didn’t even pause his game. “Haha, because I’m a lizard, right?”

In the corner of his eye, he saw a private message from one of his moderators asking if she should kick the chatter or mute them. He sent back a quick, “not yet”.

Spinner didn’t get this popular by avoiding these types of interactions. So he laughed again and added, “Actually I eat the same things you do, mc1300. Except I probably eat less ass than you do.”

The chat filled with laughing emojis and several heart emojis as his followers cheered his response.

The chatter, with the vague handle mc1300, was silent for a few minutes, to the point that Spinner wondered if they left. But then they said one more line. Just two words. “Fucking morlock.”

The chat went crazy with angry or shocked reactions. Spinner sent his mod a message telling her to go ahead and permanently ban mc1300.

“They’re permabanned,” he told his audience. “No slurs allowed in here.”

The term “morlock” had picked up steam lately among racist shitheads who hated heteromorphs. Apparently it came from an old comic book, used to describe a group of hideous mutants who lived underground because they were too disgusting to live among normal people.

It certainly wasn’t the first time the term had been thrown at him, and definitely wouldn’t be the last. Though he’d dealt with discrimination many times in his life, he’d never put a lot of thought into heteromorph issues or how to make things better. That is, until he’d been manipulated into leading a charge of angry heteromorphs to reclaim Kurogiri.

His memories of that day were extremely fuzzy. He remembered feeling the righteous fury boiling behind him as he moved down the street, but in that moment, his fucked up mind couldn’t even process exactly what they were angry about, even though he should have known better than anyone. After it was all over, after he was released from prison, he was occasionally stopped on the street by heteromorphs he didn’t recognize, asking what his plans going forward were, as if he were some activist working for heteromorph rights. It made him feel guilty, and he usually just told them he wanted to get his life put back together before he did anything else.

Then, after he started streaming, some heteromorph chatters would occasionally tell stories of being bullied or even assaulted, just for being heteromorphs. The stories disturbed Spinner, but they also made him feel like he should be using his platform to help in some way.

He’d started out small, spending one day out of the week not playing games but instead just talking about heteromorph issues, reacting to related news stories or just reading out stories shared by his followers. These segments had become so popular that he now devoted two days out of the week to them.

The reaction among his audience had been incredible. He’d expected the segments to be popular with the heteromorph community, but he hadn’t anticipated that his sizable non-heteromorph audience would also take an interest in the stories. By now, he’d lost count of how many fans had written to him to say they had no idea heteromorphs were facing so much discrimination and that they wanted to help in whatever way they could.

Over the past two years, Spinner had become a prominent voice online for discussing heteromorph rights, and he’d even been invited to speak on televised news programs. Many people credited him for raising awareness of, and helping to get approved, a new law. This law required all municipalities to have at least one heteromorph representative in local government for every ten percent of their population that’s made up of heteromorphs. It wasn’t a perfect solution to the problems faced by heteromorphs, but it was a step in the right direction to ensure they had a voice in local politics, even in rural areas.

Spinner also regularly did twenty-four hour charity streams to raise money for heteromorph charities and outreach programs. Last month Shigaraki had even come over and played a few hours to give him a break, though the former League leader wore a mask and kept a hood over his hair.

Still, it felt good to be doing something to help, even something as small as just talking about the issues.

As the afternoon wore on, the chat grew more crowded and more active. He talked back and forth with people while playing his game, and eventually someone asked a question he couldn’t resist answering.

“Tell us something interesting about each former member of the League of Villains!”

Spinner smiled. He occasionally saw this type in the chat, people who thought the League was cool despite their crimes. But he found the admiration amusing so he usually indulged them.

He paused the game and leaned back in his chair to stretch. “Let’s see… something interesting. Okay, Mr. Compress loves puns and ‘dad jokes’. He usually bombed but sometimes he’d say something really hilarious and we’d laugh about it for like an hour straight. Dabi snores, like, really bad. Every night one of us had ‘Dabi Duty’ which meant we had to go kick him or roll him over so he’d stop snoring for a while.”

Spinner watched the chat light up with various reactions.

“As for Toga, she was just a really chill, fun girl. When I first met her I could’ve sworn she’d be the type to call all of us creeps and tell us to stay away from her. But she wasn’t like that at all. Sometimes we all had to sleep on the floor in one room and she’d just crawl right in the middle of us. Of course she knew none of us would do anything inappropriate. We all viewed her as a little sister. But she never complained about being stuck with a bunch of smelly guys.”

More reactions, and several people saying, “What about Shigaraki?”

Spinner watched the chat scroll up for a moment, then said, “Shigaraki? Well I guess the most interesting thing about him was just how nice he was. I know that sounds crazy, but if he saw you as a comrade, he treated you well. He never bossed us around. He always treated us with respect. He was considerate, in his own way.”

And of course, some random chatter had to ruin the moment by saying, “Yeah, it sure was considerate of him to kill so many people.”

Spinner took a deep breath, then held up one hand in front of the camera in a halting motion. “Mods, don’t kick him yet. I wanna talk about this.”

He took a moment to compose himself, then spoke again. “Look, I know Shigaraki did some terrible things. So did I. But you have to understand that he was being manipulated by All for One from the time he was five years old. Five. Think about that. And he paid for his crimes. He served his time in prison, just like I did. He’s working hard to get his life on track. That, and he’s my best friend. We don’t allow Shigaraki hate here, so take that shit somewhere else.”

He paused for a second, then added, “Mods you can kick him now.”

For the next hour, the stream was relatively uneventful. No more haters trying to provoke him. No uncomfortable questions. Spinner was actually focusing on the game. Until he started noticing snippets of small conversations going on in chat.

Something about people going missing and strange purple lights. He started paying more attention, eventually pausing his game and asking for more details.

“You haven’t heard? Aliens are invading lol,” someone said.

“It’s not aliens! It’s a new villain!”

“How could you say that to our favorite villain?”

“He’s not a villain anymore, idiot.”

Spinner laughed and moved on. If there was a new villain out there, he wanted nothing to do with them.

His phone vibrated and he picked it up from his desk, absently opening it without paying attention to who sent the text message. His eyes widened as he read it.

“We’re having a little League reunion tonight at Chisa’s Bar. 7pm. Hope you can make it!”

Spinner grinned, knowing exactly who sent it without having to check. He sent a quick reply and turned to the camera. “I’ll be cutting the stream off a little early tonight. I suddenly have plans.”

There were some sad or disappointed reactions, but a few curious chatters asked if his plans involved “former villain stuff”. He laughed and said, “Maybe. Or maybe I have a hot date with mc1300’s mom.”

#Spinner #League of VIllains #LoV #League of Villains Fanfiction #Boku no Hero Academia #BNHA #LoV Fanfiction #Spinner Fanfiction

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not-bcring · 2 years ago

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「 ☆ 」 Figure that used to be a cause of embarrassment for Shuichi— or in even worse cases, fear when it drew a different sort of attention —is now a source of nearly unmatched pleasure. Soft ass filling Seto’s shameless hands, Shuichi shudders with every appreciative squeeze. Feeling himself felt up so eagerly, a new kind of reverence for his malleable curves, was a revelation he hadn’t been prepared for when they first became intimate. Unaware of how a mere hand— or two —back there could send his senses into a frenzy, he’s beyond grateful that Seto seems to enjoy touching him as much as he enjoys being touched.

He could go on forever like this… Seto’s hands playing with him, tongue dancing with him, cock buried IN him.

Arms wrapped around Seto’s neck, chest presses into Seto’s as soon as his kiss is accepted. Heart gleefully racing, he wonders if Seto feels it. If he knows how much he overwhelms Shuichi’s senses… Submitting to Seto’s tongue, he welcomes it with a muffled moan. Caressing it with his in a familiar greeting, teeth gingerly nibble on Seto’s bottom lip when it’s finally time to say goodbye. Even if it’s only for a brief moment. A slight, sensual sting to remind Seto of Shuichi’s reluctance to breathe. Panting against Seto’s mouth, warm breath ghosts the thief’s skin. Shimmering lips, glossed by Seto’s kiss, brushing his partner’s in a promise of more.

Whimpering with want at the nickname that passes Seto’s lips, it washes over Shuichi with unmatched ecstasy. ❛ My love ❜ SETO’S love. An honor that still feels like a dream, Shuichi praying he’ll never wake. To have someone like Seto, so courageous and compassionate and capable, look at him with care… With unrestrained desire, intentions as pure AND sinful as possible, is something Shuichi doesn’t deserve. Yet Seto believes he does. Never wasting an opportunity to shower Shuichi in affection, the detective does his best to return the favor. Because Seto deserves all that and more.

Melting into the renewed kiss with a shaky moan— Shuichi unable to restrain the instinctive sound at Seto’s crass command —face flushes with a fresh wave of heat, billowing throughout his body and mercilessly gathering between his legs. Desperate to please his lovingly-domineering partner, hips raise up a few inches. It’s a bittersweet sensation, Shuichi already missing the fullness of having Seto completely buried within him. Yet his obedience is quickly rewarded when he brings himself back down, nerves elated at the tentative thrust. Gasping against Seto’s mouth, he doesn’t pull away from the passionate exchange; mewling and moaning into the make-out as if wanting Seto to taste every sound.

To feel Shuichi’s pleasure not only tightening around Seto’s cock, or beating heavily against his chest, or clutching at the back of his shirt, but filling his mouth as the detective allows himself to be devoured in EVERY way.

Gingerly fucking himself doesn’t last long, boldness taking hold after the first few experimental thrusts. Pulling halfway off with each raise, that’s all Shuichi has the patience for before hips rush back down with a light smack of skin and squelch of lube. Fucking himself with his boyfriend’s cock, ass bounces each time it meets Seto’s hips, Shuichi pushing the other inside of him in a needy rhythm. ❝ S-Seto~ ❞ He softly breathes into their kisses, repositioning lips allowing him to whimper in-between exploring his lover’s mouth, ❝ I-I’m so happy… You make me- … so happy... ❞ It might seem like a simple sentiment, but the insistence behind it holds something more.

Something important.

❝ I want- to be with you forever… I- I need you…. ❞ Panting against his partner’s lips, eyes flutter open halfway, gold hues looking at Seto through long lashes and a haze of love-fueled lust. Meaning everything he says, desperate to tell Seto when overwhelmed by bliss, he breathes. ❝ My soulmate~ ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#not-bcring #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Shuichi IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱʜɪᴇʟᴅ ᴛᴏ; ᴏʙꜱᴄᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ❞ ◌ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴠ. ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Shuichi 」#ncughty-uwu #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪᴇꜰ ❞ ¦ 「 Seto 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴛᴀʙᴏᴏ; ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ; ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙᴏxᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ— ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ❞ ¦ 「 NSFW-Lemon 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ; ʙɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɢ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ! ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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maleyanderecafe · 3 years ago

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Ayo as someone who also loves yanderes... I suggest you try this one (嫌がってるキミが好き嫌がってるキミが好き)

The ML is def a yandere but in one of those sicker sensed ones and while yes at first it doesn't seem he cares the more you go into it the more he cares- It's strange and interesting to see how he develops throughout the story. Especially since his love varies and doesn't stay at the same level just like his morals

Anyways this is one of those reads where you might need a strong stomach

Iyagatteru Kimi ga Suki is a wild ride, I'll give you that. I actually followed this artist's tumblr way before this manga was even out so I was very absorbed into their art and the way they drew the characters. There is a lot of weird stuff going on in terms of kinks from a pissing kink to a diaper kink in later chapters, it gets really wild.

The story is about Shirakawa Mikoto who gets a confession from a guy. While she doesn't even like or know the guy's name, she accepts so that she can brag about this newfound relationship with her friend. By the time he invites himself over to watch a movie, this guy, Otsuki Makoto, has already destroyed Mikoto's dreams of a romantic time. It's very obvious that for some reason, he gets turned on by Mikoto's scared face, and Mikoto thinks this guy is a creep. Despite this, she brags about her newfound relationship with her friend, who doesn't seem to really care. She asks Makoto for a lovey dovey relationship and he just straight up decks her, before admitting that he loves her distorted face, but still accepts this relationship anyways. While walking home from school, she ends up saving a cat, and a guy runs over to help her, which she immediately has an attraction to. This guy, Shuichi ends up getting invited over to help her study, and even after bragging about it to Makoto (to make him jealous) she ends up having a great time studying with him. After a while, she has to really use the bathroom, but upon running there she meets Makoto sitting on the toilet. Makoto essentially mocks her and she ends up pissing herself, causing Makoto to feel ecstatic. Shuichi ends up checking in on her later, though Mikoto pushes him away. Makoto ends up manipulating her into believing that he only cares about her because she looks cute, but that Makoto will love even the ugly parts of her.

While he does have vibes of a yandere, what bothers me currently is that he has a line where he basically states that she can "Kiss, have sex or do whatever" with other people, but it can't make her happy. It's probably related to his more sadistic fetish of watching her suffer, but that line specifically makes me think that he's just a strange sadist rather than a yandere. Of course, its possible that in other chapters this may change, but for now I don't really know if I can put him as a yandere.

#asks #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy

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onebizarrekai · 3 years ago

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First Line of Your Last 20 Stories

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!

woke up this morning discovering I had been tagged in this by @unmaskedcardinal, a vibing mutual. this is going to be interesting 8′) or not, actually.

1. miserable entropy (M/shimakichi) - I believe… I am trapped in an instant.

2. JoJo’s Bizarre Criminal Record (T/gen) - Jotaro was deep in thought, silent and stone-faced as usual. (thrilling.)

3. Isaac Beamer Versus the Supernatural: Season 2 (T) - “And then I find out, apparently, it’s Chris’s birthday today.”

4. Safe (T/kageshu) - “Shuichi? You’re here awfully early.”

5. Internet Horror Story (T/kageshu) - Irrefutably, it was against Shuichi’s better judgment to adhere to the beckoning whispers that greeted his senses as he drew deeper into the woods, but his curiosity burned more fervently than the meager voice in the back of his mind that reminded him he was acting like an idiot. (wow, that’s a long sentence.)

6. let’s see how deep we get (M/kageshu) - Shuichi’s heart pounds at the sensation of metal against his throat.

7. Cry With Me (M/shimakichi) - I hate this place.

8. Irony (M/kageshu) - In the midst of a killing game, Shuichi recalls assuming that everything he had done would lead up to nothing.

9. Heartbeat (M/kageshu) - “Okay, Shuichi… Have mine.”

10. Shuichi and Kage’s Blackout Adventure (T/kageshu) - It took Shuichi a moment to process what had happened when all of the lights in the apartment flickered off.

11. Nonsense (E/kageshu) - By chance, have you ever… considered, perhaps, you aren’t real either?

12. Void (M/kageshu) - Meaningless.

13. Plaything (E/ocs) - “Maddy, dear. Accompany me to the washroom.” (wow.)

14. Purpose (unrated drabble) - “You seem so surprised… So surprised that I persist. Are you truly?”

15. Nausea (unrated drabble 2) - I feel the quaking of skin beneath the palms of my hands.

16. Warmth (E/saiouma) - Shuichi Saihara hadn’t thought twice about the idea that he was being led somewhere by the phantom thief.

17. Mistakes (T/saiouma) - Were it not for my prowess with deception, my hands would be quaking, I’m sure of it.

18. Poison (M/kageshu) - Shuichi dreams of darkness.

19. Isaac Beamer Versus the Supernatural (T) - “Hey, loser!” (HA)

guys listen. for our thrilling conclusion we have

20. Stand Up (T/wilashe) - “Stand up.” (gottem. gettem.)

I actually was a little worried that 20 stories back I’d be digging into objectively old stuff, but turns out I’ve written more fics than I realized in the past couple years. there’s so much kageshu. so much. (maybe the only reason it didn’t get into objectively old fics was because I listed all these kageshu fics separately)

in conclusion, I start all my fics out of thin freakin air and not much else. sometimes they get edgy intros, sometimes they get a slip of dialogue to set a scene. something is already happening or someone is already thinking way too hard about something and that seems to be the pattern.

if you are a dedicated writer and follow me and you see this and want to do it (and have enough fics to do it), consider yourself tagged 👊

#random stuff

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takinghisbow · 2 years ago

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@ahogedetective asked: ❝ Hugging each other under the covers, bare bodies pressed together, was one of Shuichi's favorite things to do with Kokichi after they just finished having sex. He didn't care about the sweat on their bodies, as he continued pressing slow kisses on his lover's body. He was slightly lowered so that his head was resting against Kokichi's chest, his arms tightly wrapped around his waist. As he pressed those kisses to every spot of his skin his mouth could reach, his hands sensually, but lovingly rubbed his sides, hips, and butt.

"Kokichi..." He utters, breathing against his skin. "You always feel so warm to hold. I love it... I always love holding you like this..." And as he says that, he gives him a kiss at the spot just below his nipple... before kissing that next, giving it a small suckle. His eyes then gaze up at him, heated and clouded with adoration for him. "Tonight was so wonderful. You felt...so amazing... and made me feel just as good, as you always do." He gives Kokichi's body a firm squeeze, now pressing a lot of kisses at the area right above where his heart would be. He emits a long, content sigh, a peaceful smile on his face as he softly whispers next: "Times like this, I just... want to stay just like this, with you, forever.... "

And after a moment, Shuichi would finally scoot up higher, so that he can look directly at Kokichi, so that he could see for himself, that amount of gentleness and happiness in Shuichi's eyes. "I love you." Something Shuichi always told him and yet, it was during their intimate nights where those three special words felt even heavier with the love he harbors for him. And then, he would go to lower his head, so that he can press a deep, slow, passionate kiss to his lips. And in between them, he whispers: "Please, keep holding me tight, just like this, tonight. My beloved king..." (WHY HELLO... throws some soft spice your way, hehe~! :3c ♥️) ❞

As incredible as the sex Kokichi had with Shuichi was, he was more than a bit partial to the moments afterwards—the intimacy, the bliss, the touching. It was still heated, if not downright erotic, but in a directionless, peaceful sort of way. Kokichi dragged his fingers through Shuichi's hair, not shy about giving a slight, playful tug during one pass. Every kiss to his skin was savored, Shuichi's breath and mouth dragging a contented sigh from Kokichi's lips. "Shuichi," he answered, half-joking as his fingers trailed down the back of Shuichi's neck and down along his spine. He stroke between his shoulder blades, every inch of his body feeling so familiar. So known. "Me too," he agreed, although Shuichi's mouth on his nipple drew a faint moan, nails digging lightly at Shuichi's skin. "You're the worst," he lied, squirming for good measure. "If I wasn't already exhausted, that would've gotten me on top of you, like, half a second ago." He chuckled, slowly dragging a finger back up Shuichi's spine. "But you're right. Tonight was perfect—that's why I'm worn out." And Kokichi enjoyed it, being worked over until he was exhausted. It brought a unique sort of satisfaction.

He instantly draped his arm over Shuichi when he moved higher, smile tender beneath the lingering amusement. "I love you even more." He could and would have that argument, relentless enough to keep it going for far longer than necessary. The kiss was met with a happy hum, Kokichi pressing into it with parted lips and pulse picking up. He truly did love Shuichi more than he had ever imagined possible—with his entire being, desperately and joyously. He smiled, eyes still closed as Shuichi spoke. "Mmm, I'll never let you go if that's what you want, beloved."

#ahogedetective #sinday #| sweeter than caramel ( n s f w ) |#((SCREAMS CRIES ETC ETC))#((this was so soft!!!! he's such a sucker for post-sex cuddles!))#((he is feeling So Loved and he wanted his shumai to feel the same!))#((tysm for the good soft food!!!!))#—— ✧ ask »#˖ ✧ and it feels like home in your arms » ( kokichi/shuichi | ahogedetective )

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brightstarblogs · 3 years ago

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Apple of Temptation (Danganronpa V3 Demon AU) Chapter 1

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Chapters: 1/16 Rating: Mature Relationships: Saihara Shuichi/Ouma Kokichi, Saihara Shuichi&Akamatsu Kaede, Momota Kaito/Harukawa Maki Characters: Saihara Shuichi, Ouma Kokichi, Momota Kaito, Harukawa Maki, Akamatsu Kaede, Iruma Miu, Oogami Sakura, D.I.C.E

Summary: Shuichi Saihara is tasked with the objective of claiming a human soul, the soul of Kokichi Ouma. With the lords of hell threatening to kill Shuichi if he doesn't get the task done, will Shuichi be able to claim the boy's soul? Or will he choose a different path? And what happens when Kokichi is immune to Shuichi's powers? Is death the only option? Meanwhile, Kokichi is living by himself currently in his flat where his day consists of working to pay his rent and bills, a boring life but trying to make his own way. Will he be able to make his own way, or will he have to return home to D.I.C.E? And what about the snake demon after him? Why is he the target?Will the two stay enemies, or will they form some kind of bond?

As I do with all my works, I want to thank my beta reader @bowsersrighthandwoman for helping me with this work!

I also want to thank all my friends who’ve supported me while I've been working (and procrastinating) on this project. Especially to Fronkie and Yuna who already drew fan art of snake Shuichi! But seriously, thank you for helping me to keep going. I really am grateful to you all.

Please like and/or reblog if you’d like to be tagged when chapter 2 comes out.

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ahogedetective · 3 years ago

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Kokichi was lying in bed in Shuichi's arms, fingers tracing absentminded patterns across his chest. It was these quiet moments when he felt so safe and loved that drew truthfulness out of him. "Y'know, I've never really thought about my future. Whenever I did, I didn't see anything." An empty canvas—the only long-term commitment he had ever had was DICE, and they would all inevitably move on. Kokichi didn't know what he truly wanted in life—what would fulfill him. He only knew one thing.

"But I see you now." He didn't quite meet Shuichi's eyes. It was a frankly terrifying statement to make—the truth was rarely fun, but this was difficult to put into words. "I know there's better people—people who are easier to deal with than me—but I really do want to be in your future too."

( and now something sweet and a little angsty! )

These quiet moments where they just laid in bed together, holding Kokichi close in his arms... Shuichi loved it. It was a kind of silence that felt relaxing, comfortable... where he didn’t have to stress about anything, and could just focus on the one he loves; to just happily think of nothing but Kokichi.... While the other traced patterns on his chest, Shuichi had both arms wrapped around him, with one bringing his hand slightly up to gently play with his hair. The half-lidded gaze he gives him all the while, pours with nothing love. A special kind of gentleness only Kokichi could be gazed at with.

When Kokichi spoke up, his eyes widen in surprise at what he says. “.....!” Before they lowered again, a tinge of sadness in them. A future where he couldn’t see anything... something that must have painful to feel. Shuichi doesn’t wish for him to feel that way; he wants Kokichi to have a future to look forward to, one that will make him happy. Even if the that answer may not come for a long while... he still hopes that one day, Kokichi will find just what he needs. Just what he wants.

And the Kokichi says that. “-!” But I see you now. He couldn’t stifle the quiet gasp that left him, the way he blinked in even deeper surprise. “K....Koki....” It made his heart thump hard. Thump in a way it hadn’t before. Kokichi may have not met his eyes, but that was okay; Shuichi knew that... for him to tell such a deeply genuine truth... it wasn’t easy for him, terrifying to be this emotionally vulnerable. That was why, as Kokichi continued on... that Shuichi was going to help him feel okay with confessing all this. To continue to make Kokichi feel safe and loved, like he always does for him.

“....Kokichi.” His voice is a gentle whisper as he goes to cup one of his cheeks. He won’t force Kokichi to look at him... but if he was willing to let him... then Shuichi tilts his head just slightly, so that their eyes can meet. He wants to look directly at him when he says this. “...Let me reassure you of one thing, to start: no one is better for me than you. I don’t ‘deal’ with you, either: every moment I spend with you... I happily do so. I treasure each and every moment that I do.”

His thumb begins to gently caress his cheek. “And, silly....” His smile grows warm. “You’re already in my future. It’s why... I’m so happy that... despite the uncertain thoughts you harbored about your future... that you saw me in it. Because... I see you in mine, too. A future with you... is already enough of a reason to look forward to it, to work harder towards it. So that I can continue to make you happy. And....”

Shuichi takes a moment to slide a bit further down on the bed, so that he can be eye-level with Kokichi... and press their foreheads together. With their faces much closer, his whisper grows softer... pouring with so much love and brightness, which reflected just as much in his eyes. “...Help Kokichi find his answer. You may feel lost now, wondering what it is you’ll truly want in your future... but it’s out there. I know it is. We’ll find it together. So until then...” He cups one of his hands, lacing their fingers together... and leans in to plant a soft kiss to his lips. “Please continue to see me in it. As I always will see you. I love you, Kokichi. We will always have each other. Now. And forever....”

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!#JKJDDJKDKD OHHHH THHIS HIT ME REAL GOOD IN THE HEART NICOLE!!!! 😭😭😭#'But I see you now.'.................#ohhhhh that killed me with the best feels....and just....something will always always replay in his head okay #something so heartfelt like that.... he's so overwhelmed with warmth and love for him right now....#even more than he already always is~ hehehe.... ❤#but yes I love this /so/ so much #Kokichi being so brave to be this vulnerable....#and Shuichi just... wanting to reassure him he wants no one else /but/ him #that he wants to help Kokichi find his answer!!!!!!#he wants his future to be as bright and happy as he made Shuichi's...................#I die...........#ty for both the asks i was fed so good tonight hehehee.........................#Shuichi answers;;#takinghisbow #♡;; Lots of Work Is Fine When It’s You || {takinghisbow}

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some-dr-writings · 4 years ago

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Kokichi, Rantaro and Shuichi x SHSL Gambler Reader

Kokichi Oma:

· “Hey, HEY! Come play with me!” “Hmm? I didn’t know Hope’s Peak allowed children to join. Sure little boy, we can play a game. What will it be today? Cards? Chips?”

· The pair of you were quite the intimidating pair. There was this palpable smugness about you that you loved teasing others with. Embarrassing or frustrating others is a great tactic to distract them after all. You were an opportunist taking advantage of every last moment, any weakness for yourself. All this and more immediately drew Kokichi’s attention, and so, he knew he had to get your attention, which was easy, all he had to do was ask to play with you. But… “Hey! Take this seriously!” “… I don’t see why though. You have nothing to offer me. And don’t say you’ll bet your juice box, I’d never take candy from a baby, well… in a literal sense at least.” You chuckled recalling your countless, effortlessly won victories. Kokichi could already tell you were going to be fun to be with. You were on par with him when it came to misleading others and that thirst for merriment. “A date.” “Oh?” “Nishishi, if I win, you go on a date with me, and if you win I’ll do whatever you want for a day.” “Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I don’t know…” Your poker face was that charmingly smug smile, an expression he was already growing tired of, he wanted to see more of you.

· Both of you loving fun in all it’s forms were practically magnetized to one another, knowing the other was restless and would inevitably start some trick or game that’d liven up the world.

· No matter how many times Kokichi tried, it seemed he could never beat you in any card-based game, even ‘go fish’ all of which only strengthened his resolve to win. Quickly you stopped making bets, the challenge against your boyfriend, one of the few who seemed to stand a chance against you was enough.

· ‘little boy’, you couldn’t help but smile seeing how Kokichi always reveled in that nickname you gave him, playing up his childish antics because of it. You were likely the only person outside of D.I.C.E. who found his antics endearing.

· Often times the pair of you would get into lying competitions trying to see who could make the most believable lie and actually convince the other of it. It was perfect practice.

· A pair of fun seeking liars like yourselves, it was as if you were destined for one another.

Rantaro Amami:

· Protecting you was Rantaro’s main goal in life aside from finding his sisters. You, the Super High School Level Gambler had gotten your title not through being lucky or even good at bluffing for these games. No, you were the Super High School Level Gambler because you would bet ANYTHING in ANY game. Didn’t matter what it was, you lived for the thrill of taking chances, not knowing what the outcome would be. This… got you into so much trouble, especially when you played with those who figured out they could take advantage of this and get you to do things like do their chores for a month or act as their personal maid. You even almost lost your entire life savings once. At least things were never boring with you.

· At times your boldness did come in handy though. You always insisted on joining Rantaro in his travels, saying he was too relaxed. You never let anything get in your way, often making bets and in exchange for you winning, gaining passage in some unallowed area, which surprisingly worked a good chunk of the time. You never took bullshit from anyone and would destroy the reputation for any who dared to cheat, saying that ruined the sanctity and basis for playing such risky games in the first place. That boldness seeped into most aspects of you actually, it was as if you had no fear… or maybe you just never thought things through. “It’s called a calculated risk!” “Uh, Honey… Just be careful.” “I already am, but the games are no fun if we don’t go all out!” Rantaro thought that being underaged, sneaking into a casino so you could gamble for some more money was rather risky in and of itself, but this was rather calm for you.

· You were semi responsible however, refusing any gifts of money from Rantaro, saying you’d feel guilty for placing that on the line. You only ever bet yourself and your property, only exclusion was any gifts from others. You also never kept any rewards, “I don’t care about that, I just want to play! But people are more likely to play if there’s something on the line. They chose to bet me items, I never ask for anything in return for my bet.” You always gave your rewards away in fact, acting as a philanthropist, after meeting Rantaro, the majority of those going into searching for his sisters. Items, money, services, didn’t matter, you gave it all away to charities, hospitals, even friends if not your boyfriend. You even specifically went gambling for their sake, overhear someone was short a little money at lunch? A few days later you give them a thousand dollars. Many would think you simply were searching for excuses to play, but Rantaro knew better, sure you like the game, but when it was for a friend you always tried your best, putting everything on the line to keep playing just to help them.

· You were reckless but so kind. At times it was a bit much to rein you in and keep you from losing everything, but he adored you, a selfless individual who knew how to stand up for themselves, he could maybe even learn a thing or two from you. You were his irreplaceable partner, and he loved you, just wanting to make sure you didn’t completely screw yourself over.

Shuichi Saihara:

· Honesty, that was the most important thing in your relationship with one another. The moment after Shuichi first asked you out, you told him your secret. You were a cheater. Life was very rough for you, running away from a bad home and not wanting to go to an orphanage or worse be sent back, you ended up living with a guy who you helped cheat at games, which quickly turned to you going out on your own. You were a criminal, and you thought Shuichi deserved to know that before getting involved with you. This really touched him.

· Even if you wanted to stop cheating, you had to keep going for the sake of attending Hope’s Peak and not getting kicked out for not improving. It was difficult at times to keep up the act, especially with Kokichi snooping around but Shuichi tried his best to protect you. Yes, what you were doing was illegal, but you didn’t want this, and… he wanted for you to have a chance at a better life beyond the lies and sleight of hand trickery you pulled, and what better place to find that than Hope’s Peak.

· Shuichi tried helping you find other occupations that could use your… specific skill set. In the end, you became an assistant to Shuichi, a legal assistant. You could read people, instantly spot their ticks, snuff out their lies with your own lies. Having gotten fake documents so you could live on your own at much too young of an age, you knew how and where people could forge such sheets. Any area Shuichi may struggle in or knowledge of how criminals may go about things, you were there to lead him in the right direction. Knowing how to avoid the law, you knew it rather well and acted as a good pretend lawyer, pointing out how a lawyer would look at the evidence and point out if the criminal would escape consequences or not, even with Shuichi’s investigation. You even taught Shuichi how to fake confidence in himself which helped him to gain real confidence.

· Even after years you still relied on one another, supporting the other as best you could. You still went gambling on occasion to keep face as the ex-Super High School Level Gambler, but you only won sometimes. If you did get anything you showered Shuichi in gifts, loving how flustered he got. You were eternally grateful for all he had done for you and you were determined to make his life as great as you could in return for giving you the safe stability you never could find before.

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danganronpa-21 · 3 years ago

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Can you please do a execution for Shuichi where he goes out on finding stray pets, but only for every animal to viciously attack him and even try to eat his own flesh off, but it ends with him being eaten by a alligator?

Surprise! I'm so, so sorry that this took so long. I can only hope that you are still looking forward to this. Even if you’ve moved on, I hope you can still enjoy some semblance of this.This one turned out pretty long, about 15 pages. It's chock full of warnings like graphic violence, suicidal ideation, and vomiting. Please be careful as you go on reading.

Fingers crossed that this work was worth the wait!

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Shuichi had been found guilty.

If it weren’t for Kaede’s piercing cries of refusal, he might not have believed as much. But the palms of his hands were disgustingly sweaty, and his heart thundered in his chest like it was fighting to get out. God. It had happened. He’d… he’d actually been caught. Some detective he cracked up to be, he thought resentfully, cursing himself for not having been more careful. What happened was an accident — already enough proof that he should have taken more care in planning out how he was going to hide it. But now Kaede managed to put together every piece of the truth, and though he blathered on and on with explanations as to why he killed Tsumugi, he knew little could be done now. Monokuma passed his judgement. His time on earth ran thin, like the last bit of sand slowly trickling down to the bottom of an hourglass. Just slowly falling away, right up until nothing remained.

He wished his death could be that gentle, but he didn’t want to be taken for a fool. He knew Monokuma held other plans in those mechanical paws of his. Everything wouldn’t be spiraling out of control otherwise, with only the shouting of his killing school classmates to break through the internal chaos of his mind.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

How heartbreaking it was for him to hear that sound one last time. The thundering of his own heart in his ears. He had lived his whole life hearing that sound. It came with his natural anxiety. For most of his life, it had been a sign of danger, a sign to run. In a way, he supposed he could argue that it was the same now, but… it would be foolish not to acknowledge it as the last sign of life. The last he’d show before the execution whisked him away into horrible, desolate nothingness. With nothing left to do, Shuichi closed his eyes, and started to pray.

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Shuichi’s eyelids peeled open, and in all honesty, he half expected to wake up in his bed at the Gifted Inmates Academy. It wouldn’t be the first time such a nightmare took hold of him, after all. The assumption that he might have the luxury of waking up in his own bed wasn’t so hard to grasp, and yet… Yet with one blink, he knew that happening would be far too good to be true.

Though his vision had blurred from his lack of consciousness, with a couple of blinks he could get a sense of where he was… At least, where he thought he was. Recalling what happened in what seemed like only a few minutes prior, with all of his classmates around him shouting and begging Monokuma not to do it, he knew he couldn’t really be out in the world like that. The scene that unfolded before his tired eyes could be nothing more than mere illusion, and yet there was a part of him that prayed it could be true.

He drew in a deep breath. In came the scent of rain through his nose as he stood there, waiting. Though his gaze could reveal little with his hazy grasp on reality, all of the right shapes were there. It had been awhile since he last saw a world as authentic as this. If his situation were any less dire, he might have smiled at the sight. The little brick houses lined up in neat little rows, and the white picket fences that stretched around them, concealing flower beds and seas of green and pink trees. Cloudy sky spanned above him, and though he could smell the incoming precipitation, he found a part of him that wanted to stand out there in the rain – to draw in that fresh spring breeze and relish it with everything he had, because he knew there was nothing more to this than Monokuma’s fabrication. He knew that these would be something of his final moments, and that this would soon be twisted into a torturous experience… Still, could anyone blame him for wanting to enjoy this one moment of pure peace, before his world went to shit?

He closed his eyes once again, taking another set of deep breaths. Sweat slicked his palms. God, he wished there was a way out of this. Death breathed down his neck to make every hair stand on end. If there was a grim reaper, the certainty of his being right behind Shuichi swept him away. No matter what he said, no matter what he desired, this was it. Death would come for him. This is what he got for killing Tsumugi.

His hands curled into fists. He just wanted to help his classmates. That’s all he wanted. To just… be useful for once. To not be a failure and an embarrassment for once in his life. Yet even that came as too heavy of a request for fate to fill. He supposed it was just as well. Dying would be the biggest grace he could give his classmates. At least now, they wouldn’t be burdened by his presence. Now, no one would be.

“Shuichi Saihara has been found guilty! Now beginning… Execution: Chomp Chomp Carnage.”

No. No. No. Words were forming on his lips, the same ones he’d been thinking since Kaede sniffed him out. Please, no. Just as his vision started to come to, he found it started to blur once more, now lost to the tears hanging onto his lashes. All he wanted to do was close his eyes, let this whole thing be a dream.

End it quickly, he begged Monokuma. End it quickly so that the others won’t see me like this. End it quickly so that I won’t hurt. I extended that same grace to Tsumugi. Please, no pain, just let it end quickly.

Cotton-tongued, he couldn’t find it within himself to do anything but shut his eyes, waiting for the world to melt away. At this point, nobody could dare to tell him that death wasn’t lurking around the corner. Would it be pathetic of him to just decide to wait for it? No matter what he said, what he did, it was going to come. So why not stand there and brace himself for its arrival? He didn’t want to fight. He was… so tired. Everything was so tired. Limbs hanging from his body like they held the world’s weight, lids so exhausted by the sights he’d seen that he wanted to close them permanently. What was the point of all this anyway? What was there for him to be afraid of? Just let it come. Just let it come.

Be at peace, he commanded himself. Do not flinch in the face of adversity. This is what you deserve. This is Tsumugi’s revenge. So just be at peace, Shuichi, knowing that you’re getting what’s coming to you and that there’s nothing that you, or anyone can do to stop it. Be at peace and stop thinking about the feeling of your heart and the tears on your lashes and the look on Kaede’s face and whether or not your uncle will miss you when you’re gone. Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t think.

A sob tore its way through his throat before he could stop it, his eyelids peeling themselves open if only to remind him of how blurry the world around him looked. Somewhere in the pit of his stomach a scream brewed, yet he loathed to let it out. What would it accomplish? Simply put, it was just the first way he would tell Monokuma that he won. Nothing more, nothing less. So he held it in. He held it in and swiped at his eyes, unwilling to be any more of a loser in this situation than he already was. Monokuma would take everything else out from under him. The least he could do was attempt to preserve his own dignity.

Quick breaths now, Shuichi, he reminded himself. Where he would go next, he didn’t know. All that he knew was that even through the tears, he could see something in the distance. Something small, and… and bright, laying on the ground. In a way, it looked sort of square, and took on the colour of scarlet. Could he even find the strength to go over there and check it out? His legs were like tether poles, driven into the ground by his fear. Moving one foot in front of the other as tears rolled down his face seemed damn near impossible, but… It wasn’t as if there could be any more loss for him to experience. There were worse things than those gentle steps he took forward. Just one foot in front of the other, a few paces until he stopped upon the red square. Or, to be more precise, a red envelope.

“A red envelope sitting in the street…” The situation would only become more melancholic the more he spoke to himself, but he found it didn’t matter. By all means, this was an execution. It wasn’t as if he was going to feel embraced by company any time soon. “I guess this must be for me.”

With a heavy sigh, Shuichi wasted no time plucking the envelope off the street, trying not to think about how soft the paper seemed in his hands. Would this be the last time he ever touched it? Hard to say, yet if it were, he wanted to savour it. Slowly he slid his finger through the envelope, tearing it open to reveal the note inside. What a surprise it was for him to be met with a sheet of snow white paper, and an even greater one for him to find a note written upon it. If he were to be honest, he half-expected the paper to be blank, like some sort of cruel joke the mastermind played on him to make him despair even further. He knew that would be the goal, after all. Despair before death.

But this… this seemed too simple. Here he was, thinking that this red envelope would begin his symphony of torture and screams of pain, but all it did was reveal to him a letter. Actually, whether or not it could be classified as a letter was a debatable topic. When he traced the phrases with his eyes, they all seemed to go back to the same root idea: three lost pets lost in the streets of this neighbourhood. Whoever left this red envelope out on the road wanted Shuichi to find them.

“There are three lost animals in total, all of varying species…” Shuichi didn’t even have to think; the letter’s contents fell from his lips with no consideration, “Sanguis the guinea pig, Imfa the cat, and Alavida the alligator… Strange names.”

Strange felt like an understatement. Now, Shuichi wasn’t exactly well-versed in languages, but from what he knew, these animals had some pretty weird names. Or, at least they were weird for Japan. They all sounded pretty foreign… Surely, Monokuma must have put this envelope here to play at something. Probably whatever brand of death would claim Shuichi.

It seemed obvious now that the envelope would inherently be a trap. Nothing could be too simple for Monokuma and the mastermind. Sometimes the simplest techniques could be the most effective, or so they said. Shuichi was never certain how much he believed in that, but it wasn’t like he was in any position to question it. Really, he figured he wasn’t in much of a position to be questioning anything anymore.

The boy did little more than sigh as he slipped the note into the pocket of his uniform. Whatever kind of job this was, he felt confident that it would be more challenging than any of the others he’d faced. Whether it was puzzles or pain, the mastermind never liked to skimp out on the details. Surely, surely… This would be a painful experience. Long and hard and wrought with suffering. But it would be his, and when he caught that first glimpse of fur, his immediate thought wasn’t “hide from it”; it was “run to it”.

All he saw was a small flash. A whisper in the wind, but one he found himself stumbling towards nonetheless. Even from the brief glimpse out of the corner of the eye, he could tell it was too small to be a dog or a cat… and much, much too fluffy to be an alligator… Not that they were particularly small, either. All he caught was a tuft of jet-black fur in the green grass, and he knew that in spite of everything, he’d probably found something. In all fairness, anyone who’d had extended contact with a guinea pig would know that they loved to munch on grass.

Anyone who had extended contact with a guinea pig in the past would also know that training for a guinea pig could be… limited. It all depended on how malleable Sanguis was, but there wasn’t any information in the note aside from the name. He didn’t know its favourite treats, if it knew any tricks, if it would run away when approached. He couldn’t even be sure that the little black tuft was Sanguis. It wasn’t as if the letter contained a description, so his options in terms of the pig were pretty limited. When all else failed, though, he found himself leaning back into a classic tactic: mimicking its sound.

If there was one thing he recalled best about his experiences with guinea pigs, it was that they had a distinct cry. The technical term for it was apparently wheeking, but it was always more of a bweep bweep sound. While his voice was too low to properly mimic the sound, he felt certain that the action would at least grant him the rodent’s attention. At the very least, it could register the sound of his voice as a danger signal. Something to listen more closely to, given that he was so far from the creature already.

He wheeked softly at first. If he started out too strong, he risked the creature scampering off before he’d had the opportunity to convince it. Chasing after a rogue guinea pig was about the last thing he needed right now, given that this was still an execution and he was well aware that he was set to die anyway. Creating trouble with Sanguis would only make his last moments all the more difficult. So he started out carefully, each of his steps towards the creature as gentle as he could make them. He fixed his gaze on Sanguis as best he could. If Sanguis decided to run, Shuichi would need to know of this decision the second it happened. He was lifting his head now, his tiny nose twitching in the air as his blood red eyes stared at what lay before him. His small ears seemed to twitch at the sound of his predator’s voice, mimicking his own cries. Still, Shuichi couldn’t help but notice that while Sanguis listened, he did not answer. Whether or not that could be considered a good thing, he didn’t know. All he knew came down to the fact that Sanguis appeared to be letting him inch closer.

Every breath came out shaky. He feared the slightest change in his demeanour might make the rodent scamper off, so it forced him to be particular about the way he held himself. His stomach held tight, his steps soft and slow as he moved from pavement to the grass, all of it done while eyeing Sanguis. The creature’s nose did little in response other than offer a slight twitch. He wished silently that he had some sort of food on him. That would make it a lot easier to make the guinea pig want to come to him. They always did respond well to food, if he remembered anything from his previous experiences finding them. Still, the reaction he received so far had been pretty good. Sanguis didn’t show too many signs of running. Shuichi could feel his confidence climbing ever so subtly with every step forward, brushing his hands against the grass.

Maybe I should grab a fistful of grass, he thought to himself. It was true that he didn’t have any food to attract Sanguis with, but the grass was just as edible and would probably work just as well. What else could he do but take a fistful of the grass into his hand? He tore it out with enthusiasm, forgetting for only a second that he was in his final moments.

Sanguis watched his actions intently. Those wide irises of his eyed the grass in Shuichi’s fist; if he were human, Shuichi felt certain he would have licked his lips. If he were in a better mood, he supposed he could have laughed at the way Sanguis came plodding over when he extended his hand. The guinea pig’s little whiskers tickled his hand as he came sniffing over, looking to grab at the greenery in Shuichi’s palm. Had he been in less of a state of panic, he might have giggled. He always liked guinea pigs. Their cute little twitching noses and large black pupils made for funny little creatures indeed. In the back of his mind, he knew he should be careful about getting too trusting, but for a moment he let that slip.

He would pay for that moment.

After a few seconds of letting Sanguis sniff his hand, the creature forewent the grass entirely. He ended up deciding that it would be the best course of action to sink his sharp teeth into Shuichi’s palm. Yelping in pain, he tried to draw his hand back, but the grip on him was harsher than expected. He more so ended up pulling the pig forward rather than actually pulling his hand away. One hand reached for the next in a pathetic bid to pry Sanguis off, but the movements were enough to startle the creature and forced it to release. Sanguis tumbled down his lap, and as he stared at his palm, he noticed droplets of blood beginning to form around the broken skin. Worry pricked at him as he watched Sanguis tumble down his lap. As Sanguis landed on his belly in the grass, his uninjured hand moved reflexively to touch him in comfort. Before skin could meet fur, however, Sanguis let out the sharpest and angriest wheek Shuichi had ever heard. With a craning of his neck to look at his victim with a wild glint in his eye, something so tiny had never looked so scary.

“You’re some kind of like… rabies-pig, aren’t you?” Shuichi muttered, staring down at the wound on his hand. “You’ve been genetically modified or something.”

Sanguis once again wheeked loudly in response, practically baring his teeth at Shuichi before turning forward and scampering through the grass as fast as his little legs could manage. There was a part of him that thought perhaps he should have followed, but the stinging wet pain of his injury reminded him why he parted from Sanguis in the first place.

This did not spell anything good for the rest of his search. Not that he was expecting much, given this was an execution and all, but a small piece of him had hoped for at least a bit of a dignified death. Though it wasn’t Monokuma’s style, the thought of a lighter death was perhaps the only thing pushing him through this execution. After all, if he wasn’t able to save his friends by killing Tsumugi, the least he would want for them is to have to watch them suffer – especially since the word “betrayal” had been whispered more than a few times during the trial.

Plucking the leaf from a nearby weed, he wrapped it around his hand in a vain attempt to soak up the blood. Guinea pig bites were painful, but not typically harsh, so he figured he would be okay if he really was a normal guinea pig. If he wasn’t, though, then he supposed he would start to feel those drugs or virus symptoms any minute now. As he pressed the leaf against it, watching emerald turn to carmine, he couldn’t help but sigh. What must the others be thinking right now? With shaky legs, he rose to his feet.

Thinking of the others provided a welcome distraction from the bite, even if it was just a cheap ploy to get his mind to favour one type of pain over the other. Nonetheless, it was something, and with the racing thoughts overtaking him as he wandered forward, it was all he could rely on.

Maki was probably frowning as she watched him on screen, watching him fight through the execution. “This has to be the slowest execution I’ve ever seen,” he imagined her saying, and the folded arms that came along with it would betray that it wasn’t her wasted time that she was complaining about. Kaito, he thought, would probably nod in agreement. He wouldn’t have much to say in reply. The words would catch in his throat – a situation that was beyond unusual for the Super High School Level Astronaut.

Angie, he decided, would probably pray. Clasped hands and closed eyes, she would pray to her god for his soul to find peace in the world beyond. Some of the others might join her in that prayer. He wasn’t sure whether or not they would pick different gods. Maybe his incoming demise would bring a sense of unity, or maybe the variation would bring him better chances. Regardless, he liked to think that they might.

As his feet carried him onward, roaming through the phony peachy street, he did all that he could to not think of Kaede. Perhaps it was cruel, but he wished for her to shed at least a few tears at his demise. They had been friends, after all, and the last thing he wanted was for her to loathe him completely. Back in the trial, she seemed to have understood why he killed Tsumugi, but… how much would that colour her opinion of him? Would she remember him as a friend, or as a murderer? Whatever she did, he at least hoped that she would try to remember him as he was – as he really was. Not who he would become in the moments before death, and certainly not who he had been when he had eliminated Tsumugi.

Tears pricked at his eyes once more, the lump in his throat holding itself so tight that he almost couldn’t swallow around it. Sanguis’s bite stung like hell. It was no deeper than the average guinea pig’s teeth could sink, and though he lobbed accusations, there was no proof that he had been tampered with... yet still it stung, like its own form of mockery as he was forced forward. Every step seemed to irritate it more, like the rows and rows of identical empty brick houses he passed somehow could increase the ache. He wondered if the wound had stopped bleeding by now. Carefully, he unwrapped the dandelion leaf, stopping to take a look at it. He was only a few seconds into noticing the layer of peeling skin when a sharp hiss snapped him out of his thoughts.

He knew what it would be even before they locked eyes.

That goddamn cat.

It was every bit as ugly as he anticipated. Long-haired with matted grey fur, dark eyes, and a snout pushed in by years of inbreeding. An angry red scar ran across its face, but this was not the most unappealing thing about the creature. The perpetual snarl on its face easily took the award in the worst flaw category.

“You must be Imfa.”

The feline did not reply. Not a hiss or a meow. She simply stared, sharp-eyed, waiting for him to make his move. Like she understood that the two of them were locked in a stand-off. Her indignation did not surprise him, especially not after what happened with Sanguis. If this was his execution, if all was as Monokuma said it would be, then he had no doubts that Imfa was here to challenge him. A story of lost pets who only seemed to fight and fight, discontent to be brought back to the owners they didn’t have… It didn’t take a detective to know that these animals were meant to be his killing machines. He didn’t know why he even bothered to indulge the idea that this might be anything different.

“I… guess I’m supposed to try and catch you now?” He said, talking mostly to himself. It wasn’t like the cat had any intention of responding. Even if she did, she didn’t speak Japanese. “And then you’ll run?”

Imfa’s eyes widened. Uh-oh. On a normal cat, this would have meant alertness, or perhaps an expectation of playtime. For this one, though… She was ready. She understood exactly what her job was, and she was going to do it. All she needed was for him to take that first step. Remembering the truth of his mission, remembering what this was all for, he did.

One foot in front of the other, Shuichi charged at her, moving as fast as his legs could carry him. It was sort of a hobble-run, really, but nonetheless he hoped it would be effective overall. He needed to catch her if he wanted to get this over with. Nabbing Imfa wouldn’t be so easy if he wasn’t on her level. To his surprise, his strange approach worked better than he thought, helping him scoop her into his arms with only a bit of wriggling. She resisted, of course – squirmed the whole way through, trying to snake her way out of his arms before he could even rise to his feet – but he pushed through, not stopping even when she began to let out a loud shriek of protest. He knew it wouldn’t be too long before he felt her sharp claws clinging onto his jacket, tearing at the fabric and exposing his arms to an assault of feline fury.

He did what he could to hold strong. This was his task, after all. It would all amount to his death in the end, yet the knowledge of that didn’t make him want to stop. If holding Imfa would make this easier, would make it go faster, then he would cling to her for dear life. If she wanted to scratch him up with disease-ridden claws, rub her fleas all over his body, and bite him until her teeth fell out, then that was how it would have to be. Monokuma had already refused him dignity and promised him death. What was the point in trying to fight that off? What would he gain from extending his torture?

The images of his friends entered his mind once again. Angie, on her hands and knees now, hands clasped in prayer. He could almost hear her words beyond Imfa’s feral scream. Maki, tugging frustratedly on one of her pigtails, a crease in her brow as she cursed under her breath. Ouch! Imfa found his hand. Like most cats, she knew how to make good use of her teeth. They sunk in like she was trying to mimic Sanguis’s damage. Kaede, teary-eyed, tight-lipped, clutching at her sweater for some form of comfort or tension relief.

I’m sorry, everyone. I can’t keep putting you through this.

Claws raked his skin and he cried out, still holding firm. Had Monokuma even accounted for him properly capturing Imfa? He never received an indication of what to do with her. Here she was, writhing in his arms, practically foaming at the mouth with frustration, and there was nothing to be done. Maybe he was right that that in itself was the point: for Shuichi to let creatures like Sanguis and Imfa have their way torturing him, until bigger and better pets came up to make his life hell. Who would kill him in the end? Perhaps in a show of irony, a big bear would come and kill him in the end. The mastermind would surely love that.

Just let me die already.

The blood beading on the scratches was cathartic, almost. He couldn’t exaggerate his sense of reality to the point where he truly believed that he was dying, but the clear evidence that the end was coming meant something. He doesn’t want to die; he just wants to get it over with. Why can’t Monokuma just end this stupid charade already?

The next time Imfa sunk her teeth into his hand, he dropped her. No hesitation, no care, just dropped. He never made the decision, she just… fell. Fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, screeching at him as she landed on all four feet. For a moment he almost felt sorry for the thing, but as she turned back to hiss at him, his regret became lacking.

Just let me die already.

Letting out a final hiss, Imfa suddenly took off, darting towards the simple roads of the picturesque town. Cursing under his breath, Shuichi followed, running as fast as he could manage to try and keep up with her. He couldn’t help but notice the way she seemed to race along the edge of the paved beast… like she was looking for an opening.

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Kaede’s heart made its home in her stomach. She thought, anyway. Perhaps it had already fallen out of her butt or something dramatic like that. It didn’t really matter, did it? Nothing else mattered right now. Not her comfort, her anxiety, her sense of the world. All that mattered was Shuichi, whom she knew for certain was being dragged to a most gruesome death.

“I never thought I would say this, but fuck that cat,” Kaito muttered under his breath, teeth grazing his lip as he stared up at the screen before him. They’d been watching Shuichi track Sanguis and Imfa for what felt like hours. In truth it probably hadn’t been more than a few minutes. “Fuck that cat.”

“More like fuck Monokuma.” Kaede whispered in reply, still careful to make sure that their captor would not overhear. She hated that damn bear already, but the last thing she needed to do was get herself into further trouble. It wouldn’t help anyone. Shuichi had made her promise to take care of things, after all, and she didn’t want to dishonour his wishes so soon after she’d lost him.

Huh. She’d lost him. Silent tears threatened to slip down her cheeks as it dawned on her that her dear friend was already as good as dead. The pain of executions, she found, was not just that you were watching someone die. That alone would be traumatic enough, but for someone like Monokuma… oh no, that could never be good enough. What he needed, what he performed, was a mocking game of hope and despair. You knew the end result, you knew the consequences before you started playing the game, but you still had hope that you could get away unscathed. Why would so many of these people fight to survive? Hope, plain and simple. And there are only so many times you can watch hopes be crushed before it starts to get to you. Kaede wondered if this would be her breaking point. She prayed to every god in existence that this would not be the case.

Her body wracked with tremors. She could barely watch as Shuichi darted after the cat, knowing full well that he was following it to a certain death. How could he not know that by now? Did he know that, and was just trying to get it done faster? There were very few felines who would have any business in a sewer, and yet, that’s exactly where Imfa seemed to go. There were only so many ways this could end.

“Is he going to drown in sewer water or something?” Kaito asked Maki, clutching tightly onto the sleeves of his jacket. Apart from Kaede, he might have been the other person in the group who was most broken up by Shuichi’s loss. Though he was trying hard to hide it, his eyes were more glassy than normal, and his usual conviction remained absent from his speech. “Sounds like a bad way to go, drowning in shit.”

Maki merely shrugged in response, her piercing glare even sharper than before. Thinly veiled anger, if Kaede had to guess. One could only imagine the fantasies she was having about ripping the stuffing out of Monokuma and spitting on his disemboweled corpse. A twisted part of Kaede shared that reverie.

“Seize us with Your power and Your light,” Angie muttered, hands clasped in prayer, wishing for this to be enough to help their friend, “Help us to protect all life…”

If Angie’s god could save them, then he would be the best there ever was… but even if he were all powerful, she doubted that Shuichi could be rescued as well. Sometimes, gods are just too late… Or perhaps she was just becoming a bit of a cynic. Too many broken dreams.

Shuichi’s mixed desperation and fear about catching up to Imfa seemed to linger as he plunged himself into the opening of the sewer. Though water splashed against him when his feet met the bottom, he didn’t seem to react to the newfound wetness of his pant legs. No, all he seemed focused on was scanning the area, trying to find that cat as if he, too, was tired of prolonging the inevitable. She wasn’t sure if the thought of him also wanting this to just end made her feel better or worse. Probably the latter, if she had to guess.

The water in the sewer was deeper than she expected, about up to Shuichi’s knees. She gulped. He was an average height for a man. Suddenly she worried that Kaito’s former prediction might come true. Drowning him in the sewers might not have been particularly on theme, but it would still have been unpleasant. People always said that drowning was one of the worst ways to die. As the thought crossed her mind, she could take comfort only in the fact that the sewers here didn’t seem to be based in… human excrement. They were more like a storm drain, littered with dirt and leaves. Actually, that reminded her-

“Where did Imfa go?”

The thought popped into her mind in tandem with the words leaving Shuichi’s mouth. Only a moment ago Shuichi had been chasing Imfa towards the sewers. Both he and the group watching had seen her leap in. Where did she go? Was there some sort of ledge she’d scampered onto that he didn’t know about? Or was the dirty beast somewhere flailing in the water? Or, even more ominously, was she there anymore at all? Were it any other cat, she might have found herself full of concern for it, but right then, all she could think about was what Imfa’s disappearance could mean for him. Suddenly, the already heavy lump in her throat made swallowing even tougher.

Watching Shuichi tread through the water, she found herself wondering if it was true concern creasing his brow. Even if it were, it would still beg the question of who it was for. Himself almost would have been the answer she hoped for, if it did not include the fact that he inched closer to his demise with every step. The poor boy was already in such rough shape. Deep cuts and scratches marked his face and hands, blood still dripping from some of the wounds as he waded through the sewers. At least he didn’t have to put his injuries anywhere near the water. Water as filthy as that, a soup of leaves, soil, and human bacteria… it would be bound to sting, maybe even cause infection if he had more time.

“Imfa!” Shuichi called out as he wandered forward, moving closer and closer to where his path might diverge. “Here, kitty! W-W-Where are you?”

Forget the damn cat, Shuichi, Kaede longed to cry, but he wouldn’t hear her even if she did. Not that it mattered even if he could hear, anyway. He was doomed. She had to keep reminding herself of that: he’s doomed, he’s doomed, he’s doomed. He’s dead.

“Here, kitty k-kitty kitty,” Shuichi shouted once more, cupping his hands over his mouth like the amplification could make a difference, “Here, Imfa! Don’t you wanna scratch me up some more?”

The cat, to no one’s surprise, failed to respond. Regardless, the detective pushed on, yelling for the disappeared pet over and over again. As the minutes melted by and all he did was shout, a sense of dread began to build in the pit of Kaede’s stomach. Every hair on her body began to stand on end, and she swore she could feel the colour draining from her skin. Her heart, still beating as fast as ever, flooded its sound into her ears as she watched.

Someone’s hand brushed hers. “Kaede?” A familiar voice said softly. Ryoma, she noted, but did not look at him. “Are you okay? You don’t have to watch.”

Yet her eyes were glued to the screen, taking in every last image of her friend’s incoming demise. As the camera turned to focus on Shuichi’s front, sweat slicked her palms. She lacked the strength to even spare a glance in Monokuma’s direction, yet she could picture the look on his face – the conniving little smirk that would generate and grow and grow until finally they-

“Holy shit, what the hell is that in the water?!”

Kaito was the first to scream and point, the others following suit. There stood Shuichi, knee-deep in sewer water, calling out for the attention of an alligator. Oh, did she say alligator? She meant cat. He’d just managed to attract the attention of an alligator with his yelling – and then he had promptly frozen in place, wide-eyed. A string of curses slipped from Kaede’s lips. The beast swam ever closer, its long body gliding through the water with ease, and all they could do was gaze upon the image with wide eyes. Monokuma’s laughter echoed in the background as the beast slithered forward, face lifting from the water as its long jaw opened wider and wider. The cries of the others sounded out around her, but they would fall on deaf ears.

Within a matter of seconds, the alligator’s jaw snapped against Shuichi’s leg. He crumpled instantly, howling in pain as he dropped to his hands and knees in the water. The detective had only been in the water for a matter of seconds, and yet they could all see the scarlet of his blood beginning to seep in. She could only imagine the burning and stinging that came with the bite, sewage water seeping into the open wound and piercing him with sharp daggers of pain. She couldn’t tell if it had damaged the bone, but at the very least, the gator must have taken a chunk of flesh out of his calf. The thought of that alone was enough to make bile rise in her throat. Feigning strength, she forced it back down. She wasn’t sure if they should be thankful or not that the water obscured their view of the wound. It seemed a little cruel.

“Oh fuck,” curses spilled from Kaito’s lips as they watched on, grasping at Maki’s arm, “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

Though nobody else was verbalizing it, Kaede knew that his sentiment was shared by everyone in the room. As the alligator’s jaws unhinged from Shuichi’s leg, her stomach flopped, trying to process the expression of absolute terror on his face. Eyes wide like a full moon, body drenched in sewer water and sweat, brows knitted together in unimaginable pain as his teeth clenched, and tears formed in his eyes. His chest was heaving as he stared into the beady eyes of the creature still unhinging its maw, eyeing him like a piece of fresh deli meat. Each hair on Kaede’s body was standing on end as she watched, wondering if each breath would be his last. With a wounded leg, there was no getting away from the beast. Both he and she knew that. The alligator must have known that, too. Suddenly, Ryoma’s suggestion that she not watch suddenly seemed like a good one.

Try as she might, she still could not tear herself away from the screen.

Shuichi was glued in place. Even if he weren’t, between his leg and the water resistance, he wouldn’t be able to get very far. Kaede swallowed hard. She was powerless to help him now. Monokuma had stolen all the power she had, and all she could do was try to ignore the feeling of her heart being ripped apart by the scene before her.

“Run!” Some of the other survivors were chanting, Kaito the loudest of them all. “Come on, Shuichi, at least try to run!”

It doesn’t matter if he runs, Kaede longed to scream. He’s screwed. We’re all screwed. As the alligator stared down their classmate, poised and ready to pounce once more, Kaede knew there was nothing else that she or anyone could do. All of their praying and crying and begging wasn’t going to do anything. The mastermind, whoever they were, was laughing about it. With one last wiggle into position, the alligator lunged forth once more and leapt towards Shuichi’s throat.

Seeing what happened from there was difficult. The positioning of Shuichi’s legs, intended to give him the opportunity to push himself up again, made it challenging for the alligator to get at his most vulnerable spot. The animal practically launched itself forward at him, moving quickly and frantically to get its way there. Each of its limbs were rushing to get to Shuichi as fast as it possibly could. In a creepy way, it almost seemed like it knew that it had a job to do, much like Sanguis and Imfa had. Still, all the way along, Shuichi resisted with everything in his power. His good leg delivered a swift kick to the alligator’s torso, earning him a hiss of anger from the beast. Treating it as a prize, Shuichi gave another. Then another. Then another. This angered the gator. The jaw spread itself open once more, revealing a mouth full of sharp yellow teeth. Whatever the gator’s breath smelled like, it made Shuichi’s nose wrinkle as he took another jab at the beast with his fist this time, punching it square in the snout.

No hiss this time. The alligator just resolved to keep pushing. Pushing and pushing, using the rest of his body as a springboard to get to the throat. No success yet, but Kaede could practically smell the copper through the screen. Shuichi could only fight for so long. Bile rose in her throat at the thought. They were going to see him die on screen. Cries for him to succeed flooded her ears from the students around her. The alligator’s jaw snapped dangerously close to his throat. The ground swayed beneath her feet. Everything was spinning. The gator snapped again, the tip of his mouth catching on the skin of Shuichi’s neck. The detective gasped, but did not stop fighting, did not stop moving as he tried to jab his fingers into the alligator’s eyes. For someone who had seemed to resign himself to death, he kept fighting. There truly was a part of Shuichi Saihara that did want to live, but it came far too late.

The creature snapped again, and with that last bit of effort, secured itself around Shuichi’s neck.

The scream that erupted from Shuichi was guttural. Half-way between a gargle and a shriek, it tore through the air of the trial room, sending shivers down her spine. Blood poured from the wound as if from a faucet, and it only seemed to bring more as the alligator sunk its teeth further into Shuichi’s skin. His eyes were wide with pain. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he lay there, seconds away from death. Half the crowd around her was screaming. The ones that weren’t were crying. Kaede was perhaps the only person who found the strength to finally turn away, hands clamped over her mouth to try and prevent the bile in her throat from reaching its peak.

They failed. Head hanging, lacking in dignity, Kaede vomited all over the floor of the trial room. It was so par for the course with the execution that none but one even turned to look at her. As the screams and cries of the trial room continued to ring out, Shuichi’s body being mangled and eaten by the alligator he fought so hard against, Ryoma found his way to Kaede’s side.

“You alright?” He asked stupidly, clearly not sure of what else to say. His voice trembled with every word. “Maybe plug your ears. It’ll help.”

She jammed her fingers in her ears without a second thought. All the while, she felt Ryoma press a comforting hand to her thigh, the only place his short stature would allow him to reach appropriately. His hands, much like his voice, were shaking. “It’ll be over soon.”

Kaede nodded. May your soul find peace, Shuichi Saihara.

Thank you for trying to protect us.

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can I request supernatural prompt 40 with shuichi saihara please?

Thank you for requesting ♥ Hope you enjoy!

“It’s just a simple love potion! Don’t worry, in just a few hours things will be perfect.”

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To err is human, you thought to yourself as you twisted and turned your wrists in the clasps of the handcuffs. Most of the time, a mistake would be easy to fix. An apology, some help getting the thing you messed up back on track, taking responsibility for the error - there were many simple things to solve a problem you caused.

This wasn’t one of those times.

No matter how much you wanted to make this right again, it would be impossible to do so. Apologizing wouldn’t get you anywhere, neither did trying to soothe the situation you were facing. Even if it hurt, there was no offering your help, either. You’d have done anything you could to make sure your boyfriend could get the help he needed, but there was no way you could itstake responsibility for your part in this whole problem.

By now, it had to be three hours already since you woke up, chained to the bed frame on both your wrists and ankles. Your head had long begun to grow too heavy to lift and look around for a long time, but the countless candle lights around you didn’t do anything to calm your restless mind.

From the en suite bathroom, you heard the rustling and shuffling Shuichi had done ever since he came home. Clinking and the sound of water rushing down the drain accompanying his doings. You had imagined him to be shocked, panicked even, when he found you like this, strapped to the bed in only your underwear. But when you asked him about what was going on and what happened, he only grinned, promising you a surprise later while caressing your cheek fondly.

It became less surprising as you noticed that the room you were in was his dorm room, even though he had done some redecoration and improve in atmospheric objects he possessed. At least, you didn’t remember him owning a few dozen candles he lit and placed everywhere as if this was a romantic movie night. Suddenly his behavior made more sense, yet, you were none the wiser.

“Shuichi?” you called for him wryly. Even if it was hard to see, his head popped out of the doorframe to the bathroom, giving you an elongated, “Hm~?” in response. “Mind telling me now what this is all about, Love?” you chuckled nervously, and he grinned a bit wider in anticipation. “You’ll see.”

And with that, he was gone again, leaving you behind as clueless as before. No, this wasn’t a mistake that could be fixed. He certainly was scheming something, and by his secrecy, you could tell, you might not like it. When Shuichi finally did reemerge from his preparation, you could barely trust what you were seeing, making you blink a few time to be sure you saw it correctly.

He lookedbody's fine. Very fine. In a suit, hair gelled back and in his hands two glasses of a purple, iridescent mixture. For a moment, you were so stunned, you almost forgot you were chained to the bed, trying to sit up to get a better look, but Shuichi was nice enough to come closer instead, as you couldn’t budge even an inch from your place.

“What’s the meaning of this get-up?” you asked as he sat down on the space unoccupied by your body, rattling the handcuffs and chains to emphasize you meant all of what was happening. “I just...” his voice trailed off before Shuichi gave a soft shrug. “I just wanted it to be romantic, I guess.”

The sweet grin he gave you was something you had always loved about him. Something he rarely showed to other people but often to you when you two were alone, and Shuichi could put down his shyness a little. All this time up to now, the last two months, you had enjoyed his company like no one else’s. But not anymore. “That’s... nice. But why do I have to be chained like this?” You tried with reasonable questions, believing that if he could still look like the boy you fell in love with, then the situation might be a big misunderstanding after all.

“Because there is something for us to try... Something Monokuma gave to me when I asked him some questions.”

The drinks in his hand began to swirl as he gave them his attention, watching as the shine made waves in the glasses. “Questions about...?” This wasn’t enough information for you. Even if he was the Super High School Level Detective, you usually didn’t have secrets from each other. “Us, and how to proceed in our relationship.”

Turning his attention fully back to you, he held the glasses in front of him, his eyes giving you a slow, savoring look-over, which caused goosebumps to appear on your arms. “Don’t be so scared,” he laughed, noticing your body's reaction. “It’s just a simple love potion! Don’t worry, in just a few hours things will be perfect.”

“Love potions?” you mumbled, furrowing your brows. “But Shuichi, why? I thought everything was going so well between us... And what even is this ‘love potion’?”

“Ah...” he was quick to react, biting his lip, and suddenly, you thought that the expression he showed you was none you were used to. There laid frustration in his eyes, just like at the trials you two had already mastered. But that wasn’t all; it was paired with anger, but not like the one he felt whenever he couldn’t be of help or prevent something bad. Could it be, you wondered, jealousy?

“Everything is fine, really, but you...” His words sounded monotone as he thought them up, eyes never meeting yours directly. “You’ve begun to look elsewhere, haven’t you? Am I not enough for you?”

When he finally did look at you, you could see the hurt in his eyes, and the slight shiver in his bitten lip. “Shuichi...” you whispered his name. You wanted to stretch our your hands to him, cup his face tenderly and tell him this wasn’t the case. But would he have believed it?

“Spare me the details, I don’t want to know.”

Everything from his voice to his expression grew hostile suddenly, and he shook his head, taking a deep breath to disperse his anger. “But there are no details! I haven’t looked for anyone outside of you, I thought that was clear...” you defended yourself, not wanting the accusation of being unfaithful to your boyfriend sit on your shoulders.

“Sure...” he simply disregarded your words. With another sigh, he brought the glass in his left hand to his lips, taking a small sip first before downing it whole. Done with it, he set it aside, wiping his lips with his sleeve, breathing out with a sound of relief. “It’s amazing,” he noted briefly, a sincere, adoring smile returning to his lips as he looked back at you. “Your turn, [Name].”

You pressed your lips close as he approached, swaying from side to side as if it would help him from getting away from you. His hand merely gripped under your head, lifting it carefully, and bringing the glass to your mouth. When you tried to shake your head, Shuichi’s fingers grew painful, scraping against the back of your head and neck, counteracting your movements. You could hear him sigh again as the rim of the glass got pressed further and further into the slit between your lips, urging you to open up and let it in.

Against your expectations, when he did manage to avoid your pressed lips, the fluid that filled your mouth rapidly wasn’t sweet at all. It had no noticeable taste, despite it’s beautiful looks, instead it was plain but not quite watery. You were caught in your attrap as opening up to spit it out would only mean more could flood inside, while also your reflexes to swallow set in which you had to avoid.

Undeniably, you ended up gulping down a couple of drops of the mixture before you were able to tear yourself away, spitting the rest all over your chest and arm as you coughed it up again. Immediately, you felt a dizzyness in your head as well as a burning all throughout your body. No matter how little you believed in the existence of a love potion, you couldn’t be sure what Monokuma had given Shuichi if it caused this reaction from you.

Looking back at him, it was as if you were seeing things through rose-colored glasses, an annoying effect, but your brain found it pleasant, serotonin washing through your body as you couldn’t believe the giggles you let out. “[Name],” he sighed, appearing to be just as happy as you felt at that very moment.

Shuichi leaned down to kiss you, and you were eager to return the affection, tongues gliding over each other. His hands drew up your arms, shaking lightly with excitement until he reached your wrists, working on the cuffs without even looking. It was unbelievable, but your arms willingly curled around his neck the moment they were free, and he lifted you into his arms, happy to hold you.

“I told you, everything will be perfect,” he chuckled, tapping your nose affectionately. Every touch of him made you burn a little bit more, all to eager to experience more and more of them.

But inwardly, you could have screamed at him. Screamed that this wasn’t normal, that this wasn’t how you two were supposed to love each other. Drugging you, or whatever he did, wasn’t something you’d expected from him, and you were endlessly frustrated that you hadn’t noticed his doings earlier before all of this happened.

As the tears of frustration collected in your eyes, which were looking at him dreamily, you couldn’t help but find the situation despairingly, as your body just wouldn’t listen, while Shuichi did how he pleased. This wasn’t a mistake to fix, and no apology would make drugging you with something, right again. It was your responsibility to see the signs of him needing help and your relationship having problems, how blind could you have been not to notice them?

There was no use to ponder about them now anymore though, as you found yourself stuck in this chaotic love. To err might be human, but if the error turned out to be so deeply rooted in malicious intents - some of them you weren’t even aware of yet - how could it be possible for you to find the divine in yourself and forgive?

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