#though Peko is giving him a run for his money

[spittyfishy]

Okay cards on the table I’ve been hoarding Remnant art since January because I got it into my head it would be really cool to do one art piece for each of the 77th class and then post them one after another everyday for like two weeks lol, and I’m actually getting close to being able to do that!

Which is very exciting! But I’m wondering if y’all think it would also be cool if I found a song for each of them to mention in the post too! I think there would only be a few I wouldn’t already have figured out lol. Idk I just think it might be neat lol

[lexacoolfox]

I saw your bio about angel of death too!! May i request nagito X s/o who's like zack!!:D I hope i don't bothering you and have a nice day^^♡♡

Yes finally! Also your not bothering me, and thank you for wishing me a nice day! Your such a sweet heart adelia-Chan!

Nagito with a S/O like Zack!

Now it is modern time, you probably aren’t a murder but you can be, um…problematic.

You liked to beat people up when the looked to happy or mad. It made you feel good.

You obviously laughed like a mentally insane person when you did.

Now on the first day of school you saw a boy with white hair looking way to happy, he looked like a good target.

He noticed you right away and introduced himself with that smile, he sounded so joyful while doing it. That just made you want beat him up even more.

“Hello I’m Nagito Komeada!”

“Hey Komeada. I’m S/O. You got three seconds to run.”

The last part you said with a dark tone. He looked at you confused.

“Um…why would I need to run?”

“Cause you look way to frickin happy, makes me want to beat you up! I like to give people a fair chance to try to run away. As long you beg or scream for me not to hurt you to bad! I love seeing fear on my victims faces! Gets my blood bumping!”

He softly chuckled.

“Oh I’m not going to run away. I’ll let you do it. Come hit me! An ultimate like you hitting trash like me is an honor!”

You stumbled back and leaned by a nearby trash can and threw up.

“Man is something wrong with you. That’s the most messed up thing I’ve ever heard. You not running away or begging for your life. it makes it no fun. See ya later weirdo, I going to class I guess.”

Unfortunately (or fortunately) you both had the same class.

So you really couldn’t escape him, you had to listen to him insult himself and his thing on hope. Which kinda annoyed you.

You interested him and he wanted to get to know you. Like what your hobbies, your goals, or why do you like to beat up people who look happy.

“Is there a reason why your following me like a lost puppy?”

“Your interest me. Just pretend I’m not here.”

You saw a group of girls. They were laughing at another girl. They poured milk on her and laughed even louder. This brought back a memory from your childhood. A very bad memory.

You feel into a rage. You ran and proceeded to beat these girls to the point where they were knocked out. You turned to the girl who they were bullying you held out a hand for her to grab. You helped her getting up, patted her head then walked away.

Nagito followed close behind. You forgot he was following you. You went somewhere quite with a low chance of other students walking by. Then you grabbed him by the neck and shoved him against the wall.

“You better not tell anyone about anything you saw! Or else your gonna end up worse then those girls!”

“Oh I was never going to tell anyone anyway!”

“You better not be lying! I hate liars more than anything!”

“I’m not lying.”

You looked at him in the eyes. He was completely honest. You let him go.

“I thought it was kinda cool to see you standing up for that girl.”

“I wasn’t doing it for her. I was doing it cause it reminded me of something. Something I’d rather forget.”

“Even though, your speed and strength was amazing to see in action. You also held such passion in your eyes.”

You started angry mumbling not because he was annoying you but your were honestly embarrassed, you weren’t used to hearing much praise.

One day your class decided to have a party, you don’t know how they convinced you. But they did, you didn’t listen to the details just the time and place.

The party was a bonfire party.

Once you arrived you were the last one to arrive, they started off the fire. To where you started internally freaking out. Also frozen in fear.

At some point you were escaped into the back of the woods, Nagito noticed and went to follow you. He heard you near by. You found you punching a tree while yelling. You hade to stop cause of your hands

You wore bandages all over hands, shoulder, arms, and up your back a little, from a incident from a long time ago. You heard a twig snap.

“Who’s there! Show yourself!”

“Oops looks like I’ve been spotted.”

“Ugh! What’s with you and following me!”

“Well I noticed you left the party. I just wanted to know why.

He said sitting on a tree stump. You lean against a tree.

“Don’t tell anyone this. But. I’m scared of fire.”

“Oh. Well, how about we go to a near by gas station. We can get some snacks!”

“I don’t have any money.”

“Don’t worry I’ll pay.”

You weren’t saying no to free food. You guys got a couple of snacks and went to a nearby park to sit on a bench.

You actually had a nice conversation with Nagito. You actually were laughing a lot. For the first time ever somebody smile didn’t want to make you beat them up. Nagito smile made you smile.

You developed a crush on Nagito.

You treated him different from then on.

No threats were thrown his way from you. You didn’t mind when he talked to you. Anytime somebody gave him a nasty look for saying something. You punch your hand against your palm as a sign. You often lean against him when he talks to somebody. Anytime he says an insult to himself, you put him in a headlock and start giving him noogies while saying “why do you keep saying that! Do you got some screws loose Huh?!” You could say it’s tough love. Everbody knew you had a crush on Nagito. But you were to dense to notice your own feelings and Nagito was to oblivious to notice your change in behavior. Surprisingly you and fuyuhiko had a kinda Frenemy thing going on. You two acted like you hate each other, which you do. but you two had a lot in common so sometimes you got along. He’s the one to point out your feelings

“When you going to tell Nagito you like him?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“It’s so obvious you have a crush on him. Which is kinda weird.”

“What’s a crush?”

He gave you a shock looked. Then called you an idiot. He explained a crush and then it made sense to you.

“So…how do I tell him.”

“Just tell him. Unless your a chicken.”

“Shut up! I’m not a chicken! I’ll go tell him right now!”

You stomped away looking for Nagito to tell him. You found him being Ganged up by some guys. You beat all of them up. Some puked from your punches, some passed out, some ran away. You picked up Nagito and threw him over his shoulder and started walking away with him.

“Um s/o can you let me down? I can walk on my own.”

“No.”

You went back to your place and threw him on your couch.

“Thanks for saving me back there. I didn’t think you would save me like that.”

You flicked him in the forehead.

“Of course I saved you. I love you dummy.”

He blushed at the sudden confession.

“I love you too.”

You blushed and pulled him to your chest. You cuddle him, so you guys are now a couple.

Here somethings you do now your a couple

You are always touching him in someway, simple hand hold, hugging, leaning against him, just anything works.

Your like his own personal bodyguard.

He helps you with your bandages when you need to change them.

He comforts you when there’s fire.

You give him random small kisses.

Everybody and anybody is too scared to flirt with Nagito.

When you two are anywhere like a booth at a restaurant. You have you arm wrapped around Nagito shoulder.

After a long time. You told him things about your childhood, which he understood and helped you deal with your trauma.

Bonus: for this to make sense. I ship fuyuhiko and Peko.

You noticed how fuyuhiko acted around peko. You and Nagito decided to play match maker.

Nagito invited fuyuhiko to a cafe to hangout. While you did the same with peko.

They arrived at the cafe both texting you asking where you were. Both of you texted something came up with your significant other so you couldn’t make it. They spotted each other and decided to hangout. Just according to plan. you and Nagito where wearing disguises to watch them. Nagito went up to their waiter after he took their order, saying he’ll pay for them.

When they learned that somebody payed for them and the waiter pointed who. They realized it was you two. You practically grab Nagito and made a mad dash for the exit.

Later that night you got to listen to a mad fuyuhiko, while receiving passive aggressive text from peko.

“Why you so mad? I’m just helping you out. I mean you helped me and Nagito get together. I’m just returning the favor.”

“What?! Are you implying I have a crush on peko! What gave off that idea?!”

“A lot of things gave off that idea. C’mon you like her. Don’t be a chicken.”

“I hate you!”

“The feelings mutual. Just go for it.”

“You don’t tell me what to do-“

You hung up. You put your phone on silent and went to sleep. Luckily it was Friday so you didn’t have school the next day. So they couldn’t bother you about it.

[kuruyuji]

hey ! <3 could i request a fic or headcanons for kazuichi and/or fuyuhiko (separately) with a shsl cosplayer s/o ? only if you're okay with that ofc ! ^^ thanks in advance :)

sure ! (hi im back lol)

- fuyuhiko and kazuichi with a cosplayer s/o 

gender neutral reader

warnings: none !

fuyuhiko kuzuryuu

- he won’t really care about your ultimate at first, but starts to notice it mores once he stops being a hardass towards his classmates

- quite amazed with all the skill that goes through cosplaying. designing wigs, how expensive everything is, to the badass makeup

- he’s a man who appreciates hard work and dedication, so seeing you spend hours on this “dress up” that you do purely for your own enjoyment really makes him attracted to you

- does he ever admit it though ? course not, this is fuyuhiko we’re talking about. but the flushed cheeks and avoiding eye contact from him says everything when he sees you cosplay

- also you’re pretty much solid once the two of you start dating. buying things for cosplay is never a problem anymore, he’ll be glad to give you the money you need for anything

- he’ll never forget the the time that you tried to cosplay as a mafia boss, he was so flustered (his whole face was beet red). the Kuzuryuu clan will never stop teasing him after that scenario 

- it will take him a while for him to cosplay with you. but after a whole lot of persuading (and a basket of sweets) he finally gave in. but it has to be somewhere completely private and no posts about it on social media. Peko was barely allowed to see him in cosplay

- one time you made him wear a maid dress and then Kazuichi walked in. Kazuichi didn’t even have a chance to say anything because Fuyuhiko was already yelling threats at him, making Kazuchi run away as fast as he can with tears streaming down his face

- Fuyuhiko may not know everything about cosplay, but he’s willing to learn more for the sake of you

- and no, he is not putting on the bunny outfit, not until the maid dress incident dies down

kazuichi souda

- he’s pretty into it ! and he’s very supportive !

- although he doesn’t know much about cosplaying, he loves all the creativity that each cosplay has. and he loves watching you plan out your ideas and he even offers with giving you a hand

- for real, all the cute outfits you wear makes him so excited. like, very excited. his eyes light up and he has a huge grin on his face whenever you’re in cosplay. goes on and on about how damn stunning you look

- but wait till he sees the more sexy cosplays, my guy is levitating at the sight of your exposed skin

- his classmates usually tells him to cool it when he’s frothing at the mouth at the sight of you, but he always says “it’s just cosplay ! what’s the matter with it?” as an excuse

- Kazuichi can definitely spice up your cosplays with his skills. Need a machine for your cosplay? he as you covered! or he can make your replica guns extra fancy and more realistic and not just painted cardboard/plastic

- He also agrees if you ask him to to cosplay with you. leans towards more masculine cosplays. but once you pulled out the cat ears, he started getting hesitant. but he can’t say no to you so he endures it

- Kazuichi greatly loves your talent, and he’s always ready to help you to make your cosplays even better. Sharing creative thoughts together is definitely one of his favorite pastimes with you 

[kinngxali]

Hey! could I have headcanons of nagito, hajime and fuyuhiko as older brothers and one day their sibling goes missing to play with their friends but doesnt tell anyone but they come back unharmed and their brothers were worried

i love this sm! thank you for the lovely request anon <3

i’m not good with headcanons, so i will refrain from doing them for now.

sorry if this annoys you!

Y/n: your name

F/n: friends name

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Nagito, Hajime & Fuyuhiko looking for their sibling!reader

warnings: slight swearing

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Nagito ~

“Hey, Ko!”

Nagito turned around when he heard your voice call out his name, smiling at you. “Yes, Y/n? How can I help you?” You chuckled slightly, shaking your head. You were used to him being quite formal with you, and while it did annoy you at times, he was still your brother and you love him.

“Well i was going to-” You were interrupted by your friend, F/n, swinging an arm around your shoulder with a grin. “Cmon! We gotta go school!” You stood there for a second, debating if you should ask Nagito for a lift instead of taking the bus. “Would you like a ride?” Nagito asked, almost as if he was reading your mind.

“No, we’re okay!” F/n said, before dragging you away when you were about to give your brother a goodbye hug. “Have fun at school!” You heard him shout as you ran to meet with the rest of your friends, before going to the bus.

Nagito noticed that you were giggling, but of course he would never suspect you of doing anything. He was happy if you were happy.

Just as you was about to get off the bus, one of your friends pulled you back into your seat, making you let out a small yelp. “Guys, we gotta get off or we are gonna miss school!” F/n laughed and rolled their eyes, grinning cheekily. “We aren’t going to school, silly.”

“B-but-!?” They brought a finger to your lips and winked, making you blush from embarrassment. Your other friend stood up and laughed loudly. “We’re going shopping!”

“With what money?” You spat out, making F/n shake their head. “Togami-chan’s money, what else?” Togami-chan, Byakuya Togami’s adopted sister (even though they act more like coworkers) stared at you intensely.

“Oh, boy. I have no idea why I’m hanging out with you fools. And why are we on this dirty bus? I did not agree to thi-”

“We love you too Togami-chan!”

—————

5:30pm. You should’ve returned from school an hour ago.

Since he always gets home later than you, you would usually call him or even text him to let him know you were home.

Nagito put down his phone with a sigh, he wasn’t the type of person to worry. It was extremely rare for him, but this time- something felt... off.

Had you ran away? No, you were so cheerful this morning.

He wouldn’t be surprised if you did though, he doesn’t deserve to talk to you.

Maybe you had gone out to a friends house. He could call F/n’s mom?

No, trash like him shouldn’t worry that nice woman with his problems.

“Nagito, you’re spacing out again.” Chiaki waved a hand in front of his face, making Hajime mumble something along the lines of ‘you’re one to talk’ under his breath.

There was no point lying this time, if something did happen to you, he was sure his classmates could help.

“H-hey N-nagito?” He turned his head to Mikan and gave her a warm smile. “What is it?”

“W-well, I don’t know i-if you know.. but I saw Y/n on the bus with their friends earlier, i-it was way past their stop as well..”

Nagito’s mind suddenly went blank.

“No they didn’t tell me. But I doubt they’d tell trash like me their business anyway...”

“We should go look for them,” Hajime stood up abruptly, Chiaki following not long after. “They could be in trouble.”

“I have hope that they’ll be oka-”

Chiaki pulled him up and Mikan bowed and walked away quickly, going back to her original seat. “But we don’t know for sure.”

8:17pm.

“Did you find anything?” Akane shook her head regretfully, making the whole class groan.

“Maybe we should call the police..” Sonia said, glancing at Nagito, who hadn’t stopped looking around. “I don’t know.... Nagito wouldn’t want them to interfere.” Chiaki sighed, looking at her feet.

“Can you guys hear that?” Ibuki suddenly said, surprising everyone since she was being quiet this whole time. “Hear what?” Hajime said, making Nagito run over to them, a desperate look in his eyes. “People laughing.... this way!” Ibuki suddenly took off, Nagito following close behind her. As they were racing ahead of the whole class, Nagito saw a familiar shadow in the distance.

“Y/n.”

Ibuki stood still and told everyone to back down as Nagito watched you playing on the swings with your friends, laughing.

This makes sense. You had been very stressed recently.

Nagito suddenly clutched his head and laughed loudly, almost as if he was having a psychotic breakdown.

That wasn’t the case though, he was simply laughing at how foolish he had been for making a big deal out of something so minor. He even got his whole class to help.

You heard the laughing and stopped smiling, looking over to the road to see Nagito laughing hysterically. You ran over to him and slowed down as you got closer, feeling guilty.

“N-nagito?”

He looked up at you with a blank face. “I’m sorry that trash like me disturbed your time with your friends, Y/n.” You leant down and smiled at him. “No, I’m sorry for not telling you.”

Hajime ~

“How’ve your exams been lately?” Your dad asked from across the table, looking at you. In all honesty, your grades had dropped significantly. Hajime coughed from next to you, earning everyone’s attention. “They’ve been good. Me and Y/n haven’t had any problems with them.” His blatant lie seemed to have slipped past your parents, making you glance to him and send him a small smile, thanking him.

After dinner, you had both gone to your room, and Hajime flopped on his bed. You fell next to him, both of you staring at the ceiling. “So... I saw you talking to Nagito and Chiaki earlier at school~”

“S-shut up! You didn’t see anything.”

A small laugh escaped your lips.

—————

You had snuck out of school to meet up with your friends. It was hard trying to avoid Hajime, but Nagito seemed to be a great distraction as he bombarded him with his hope rant.

When you was about to walk out of the school, you noticed your classmate, Kokichi, sitting on the steps outside. “Nishishi~ took you long enough Y/n!”

Your friendly smile quickly turned into a frown as you tilted your head in confusion. “I’m sorry, you’re coming too?”

“Duh! Why else would I wait for you?” You didn’t know if that was a lie or not, but went along with it either way.

You both walked to the riverbank in a peaceful silence, which was surprising since you never really got to see Kokichi worn out.

“Hey guys!” F/n greeted you both as they stood with Rantaro. “Rantaro? Wait- how do you all know each other?” You exclaimed, “Except for Rantaro and Kokichi knowing each other... since we are in the same class~”

“Instagram.” They all said in unison as they looked over the bridge and into the water.

The sunset was beautiful.

Since the barrier was quite low and wide enough to sit on, with the help of Rantaro, you sat on it, your legs dangling over the edge, the rest of your friends did the same thing, except F/n, who leant on their elbows as they put their hands under their chin.

You all sat like that for hours, and Kokichi even fell asleep on you.

You didn’t realise how late it had gotten until Rantaro had a call from his sisters, and said he had to go home.

6pm.

They all went one by one, with you having to wake Kokichi up at 7pm, since his phone kept ringing.

You sat on there alone, listening to music as you stared at the river underneath you. This was amazing. “Y/n?” You heard from behind you, making you turn and take out your earphones.

“I’ve been looking for you for hours!” He said exhaustedly, frowning as he leant on the barrier just like F/n did before. “I-I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want your ‘sorry’.”

“...”

“Do you even know what time it is?”

“No...”

“10 o’clock.”

“O-oh, I didn’t mean to worry you Hajime..”

He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I thought you had gone missing... or worse.” You went silent.

Hajime was always protective of you, and you slightly envied him. He was only 3 years older, but he was able to do so much.

“I just... I needed a break. This was nice.”

He smiled at you, calming down. “So this is where you went, huh?” He mumbled, looking at the river.

You yawned and stretched your arms, making Hajime chuckle and pull you off the barrier. “Can I have a piggyback ride home?” You asked, giving him puppy dog eyes. “Whatever.”

He leaned down and you jumped on his back, grinning as you leant down and fell asleep.

Fuyuhiko ~

You were walking to Hope’s Peak with Peko and Fuyuhiko, excitedly showing them your new designs.

“Peko!! What do you think?” You showed her the designs for your clothing brand and she smiled, nodding approvingly. “I think they’re lovely, Y/n!” You grinned and thanked her, before running over to Fuyuhiko. “Hey Fuyu~!” He grumbled and turned around, slowing his pace when he realised he was walking in front of you and Peko. “Do you like it?” He nodded and looked forward again, his eyebrows furrowed. “It looks cool.” You nodded and went back to Peko.

“Any plans soon, Y/n? I’m still up for teaching you some more self defence, if you don’t mind.” Peko asked you, a warm smile on her face. Peko never really smiled at other people, so everyone was always baffled when they saw how gentle she was when she spoke to you, almost like a mom.

As she patiently waited for your response, you tapped your chin. You had made plans to go out shopping with F/n and a couple others today, but you were planning to sneak out of school to do it. “I can do tomorrow, if you’re free?” You replied, earning a nod from her. “You gonna join, Fuyu?” You shouted, making him crane his neck to look at you. “I learned everything when I was younger. You’re just too damn lazy and now you have to do the classes for an extra year.”

You rolled your eyes at his lecture, sticking your tongue out at him.

—————

You ran down the stairs, going past many people you knew. Hopefully no one would strike up a conversation.

“Y/nnnnn!” You sighed as Kaede gave you a big hug, and you hugged her back, waving to Shuichi - who was standing next to her. “Are you planning on skipping class, Y/n?” Shuichi teased as you froze. “Maybe. But if Fuyu or Peko ask anything, you didn’t see me, okay?” They both nodded. “Be safe though, we wouldn’t want to attend a funeral anytime soon.” Kaede giggled, and you let out an uncomfortable laugh.

How did Kaede out of all people, make such a dark joke?

You brushed it off and ran past them into an empty classroom, before opening the window and slipping out - slipping as your feet made contact with the grass.

It wasn’t a graceful landing, but you brushed off your skirt and went to the school gate, to see F/n and a couple others standing there. “Hey! You got the money?” You nodded and gave them ¥150,000 and they thanked you and split it with everyone.

On your way to the bus station, you couldn’t help but think about how worried Fuyu would be, but you really didn’t want a bodyguard following you around while you was with your friends.

5:52PM.

Fuyuhiko growled and slammed his phone down. Where were you? Why wasn’t you answering his calls? Why did you sneak out of school?

Hundreds of questions raced around in his mind and he never had an answer to a single one.

“Master, I’m sure that they are fine-”

Fuyuhiko stood up,breathing heavily. “They could be dead for all we fucking know!” Peko stayed silent, he was right.

Another hour passed, then two hours... everyone was getting frustrated.

Fuyuhiko sat down on a bench and slammed his hand against it in anger. “Master, listen to me.” He looked up at Peko, not bothering to say anything.

“If she snuck out of school on purpose, she’s probably hanging out with her friends. She’s not that irresponsible.”

“She’s right.” You said, walking up to them. “I don’t need a bodyguard everywhere I go, I’m capable of looking after myself.”

“Y/n-” You shook your head, putting a hand up. “Wait, hear me out. I’m sorry, I didn’t want to worry you but I also wanted to prove I can look after myself.”

He didn’t say anything. He just brought you into a tight hug, almost crushing your insides. “Fu-Fuyu, ca-n’t brea-!” He let go, holding on to your shoulders, a stern look in his eyes. “If you don’t want a bodyguard, then I’ll go with you.”

“But that means you’re technically a bodyguard!” You complained, and he walked away, smirking. “Don’t care.”

[asscandles]

Hey thanks for clarifying before now can I have some friendship(maybe secret crush)headcanons for Fuyuhiko, Peko, and Toko with a friend(reader) thats llike your generic dumbass but they are just like a soft dumbass, they are just too cute to get mad at no matter how stupid they are. So basically a giant cuddly dumbass that just radiate baby energy. Like they(reader)just run up to them saying they want to show them something cool and its just a pretty rock but they look so happy. gender neutral.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏɴɢ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ! ʙᴜᴛ, ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ, ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ!

ɪ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴛ 3:26 ᴀᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇ, ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴋᴀʟꜰꜰᴅᴊᴋꜰᴀʟ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ

Peko Pekoyama

“I--What are you doing?”

You stand on the counter, arms extended straight out at your sides. You continue staring ahead with an expressionless face. “I see no god up here… other than me!”

Peko sighs, and you immediately look down at her with round eyes. “Oh, but you’ll always be my queen, Peko! I want you by my side forever!”

Since Peko is always wielding/cleaning her sword, you carry around pastel-colored bandaids and a small first-aid kit in your backpack.

You’re usually by her side, so your absence is always noticed quickly, if not immediately.

You once fell asleep somewhere you shouldn’t have, leaving Peko to ravage the island, searching every nook and cranny until she finally found you curled up in a corner of the airport. All she could do was sigh and crack a tiny, relieved smile. She transfers her sword to her hands before easing you onto her back. Her heart swells when you mumble something and wrap your arms around her neck. All the way back to your cottage, she chides you quietly.

“It’s not safe to be so vulnerable out here. If you’re going to fall asleep out here, do it while I’m with you. Then, you can sleep as soundly as you want.”

M A T C H I N G  B R A C E L E T S

You excitedly gave Peko a card to celebrate the anniversary of your friendship. Peko snorted upon seeing that all of the drawings inside were either stick figures or poorly colored. But you just looked so happy… she couldn’t even bring herself to tease you about it.

You both refuse to speak of this, but one night, Peko woke up to the flickering of a faint light and feverish whispering. She had switched into attack mode in a fraction of a second, only to stop dead in her tracks. You had been standing in the middle of the room, doing the renegade by the light of your phone. You froze upon her reaction. Both of you sat there, staring at each other for a solid twelve seconds. You then proceeded to finish the dance, looking her dead in the eye. Peko may have be tired, but she’d be damned if she let you do it alone. So, she does it while standing on her bed, but clearly lacking energy and motivation.

Ambushing Peko with affection is not uncommon for you. It happens rather often, you clinging to her waist and pleading with her, “Hey, tell me that story again! You know, the one where Fuyuhiko was being held captive and you swooped in with your sword and saved the day!”

When you found out that Peko loved fluffy things, you were ecstatic. You bundled her into your cottage immediately, showing off a small collection of stuffed animals that you had managed to cram into your backpack before your arrival at the island.

Peko selects a white cat plushie as her favorite. From that point on, it is your child. No arguments.

You tend to get lost, so Peko sarcastically suggested tying a balloon to your wrist so that you would be easier to find. But, you totally caught her off guard when your eyes began to sparkle and you shouted, “Can I pick the color?” When she doesn’t answer immediately, you grab her hands and hold them close to your own chest endearingly. “Pretty please? With marshmallows and cookie crumble and whipped cream and sprinkles on top?” Peko obliges. When the balloon is finally secured around your wrist, you are absolutely fascinated by it.

You often fawn over Peko’s skills; but when you do, you use interjections and sound effects because you aren’t able to convey your excitement with just words.

Okay, but she’s actually worried about you lmao

“You have… a lot of mosquito bites. What happened?”

“What? They’re not bites! They were giving me kisses, silly!”

You’ve tried multiple times to surprise her with tickle attacks, but they never work. The only time it went according to plan, you managed to get your hands on her for exactly 0.7 seconds before she turned the tables on you.

Platonic dates? Platonic dates.

You’ve 100% made her flower crowns whose petals match the color of her eyes. 

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

“So… I saw some sour candy in the supermarket. If you lend me the money, I’ll give you half of the rocks I found.” :)

“Considering the fact that you get an adrenaline rush from successfully flipping a pancake, a single piece would kill you immediately.”

Everyone who discovers you two are friends is immediately suspicious. When I say suspicious, I mean, “(Reader), whatever blackmail he’s holding over your head, you don’t have to be scared. We can take care of this together.”

But after witnessing a few of your interactions, they learn of one irrefutable fact.

The embodiment of rage and vulgarity bottled up in human skin does indeed have a weakness.

And that weakness is you.

It didn’t take long for Fuyuhiko to become aware of your appreciation for stickers and your tender heart. That being said, when you’re upset, he won’t object too severely when you request to smooth stickers all over him. He would prefer to keep this interaction private, but if someone does happen to catch him with giraffe stickers on his cheeks and rainbows on his jacket, then he’s going to wear them proudly, goddamnit.

And if anyone has anything rude to say about it, then I hope they can speak sign language, because all they’ll be seeing is hands.

You’re aware of his insecurities, and you can understand why he feels the way that he does. But that’s where you come in. You always seem to approach him at the right moments. 

By now, you’ve figured out that he doesn’t always need words to reassure him. It’s enough if you’re just there, ready with open arms and a glass of water. Fuyuhiko doesn’t cry often. But when he does, he ends up dehydrated more often than not.

Let’s be honest. After Fuyuhiko lost his eye, his depth perception was most likely shit. You were always at his side, one hand on his arm as you gently guided him from room to room. You watched over him.

Accidentally knocking over a drink? You were ready to wipe it up. Searching for something he lost? You were there, helping him look. Tripping or bumping into things? You were there with a first aid kit to patch him up.

You try to match his level of sass, but you’re highkey too nervous to swear and you usually stutter the last word of whatever witty comeback you manage to come up with. Fuyuhiko secretly thinks it’s adorable, and he doesn’t want you to lose that part of yourself. That’s why he always defends you when it comes to verbal beatdowns.

You once drew a face on an egg, and when Fuyuhiko questioned you about it, the only thing you could offer was a deadpan “our son.”

“What the hell--that’s an egg.”

“No! His name is Linguini and he’s our child!”

Fuyuhiko is exhausted bro.

You’ve approached him countless times, eyes glowing with awe and insisting that you need to show him something really cool. It’s usually just a rock or a piece of glass, though. He always has the urge to poke fun at you for it, but it fizzles away when he sees how utterly bewitched you are with your find.

One time, he had walked into the room to see you standing on the arms of an office swivel chair, knees bent and arms extended as you fought to maintain your balance. You seemed to be fairly steady.

Still, that didn’t prevent him from nearly falling into cardiac arrest on the spot.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

It had startled you, and the chair rolled out from underneath you. Fuyuhiko rushed to catch you. You both tumbled to the floor in a knot of limbs, lying there in varying degrees of pain. You were laughing. Fuyuhiko was absolutely most fucking not.

“Thanks for breaking my fall!” You had chirped, gesturing to the arm lodged under the small of your back to protect it.

“You little--” Fuyuhiko’s voice had been strained, but his tight-lipped grimace dissolved into a sigh at the sight of your smile. He disentangled himself from you and pressed the pad of his index finger into your forehead. Your lips formed a small “o” shape, your eyes crossing to try to keep track of his finger. “You need to be more careful from now on. I won’t always be here to catch you.”

“But, you’ll still patch me up afterward, right?” You poked his forehead back.

He huffed and pulled away from you. “To the best of my ability. But don’t push it.”

Toko Fukawa

Initially, the only reason that Toko set aside her natural distrust and suspicion of people in order to befriend you was because she thought that you were simply too innocent and simple-minded to ever think badly of a friend.

She thought that having such a sweetheart glued to her side would disperse her dubious reputation and make her seem less suspicious during class trials.

Yep… That’s the only reason she keeps you around...

Not because of the way her heart feels all fuzzy when you embrace her… Or because of how your eyes sparkle whenever she offers to let you read one of her new works… Or because of how relaxed she feels when you weave her hair into intricate braids…

Not at all…

Hahahashutuphahaha…

She often scolds you for being such a pushover when people disrespect you, but she means well. You insist that it doesn’t bother you, but she’s an expert on human emotion. She is a writer, after all. She knows that it haunts your thoughts for a while afterward, and she hates seeing you like that.

You’ve noticed that Toko bites her nails when she’s stressed, so you’ve decided to combat her habit by applying nail polish to her nails. That way, you figure, the taste of the nail polish will deter her from tearing at them with her teeth. She also has the option of picking off the nail polish, which is probably less harmful than chewing on them.

You also kinda sorta... believe that video game cheat codes work in real life, so you’re often moving around and jumping, shouting the combinations as you go.

“Right! Right! Left! Up! Left! Down! Right! X! Y! Now, confess your sins!” You command during a class trial, pointing vaguely toward the accused. Toko just quietly shushes you, dark circles rimming her eyes as she pats your head.

You’ve adopted the habit of narrating the things you do, like whispering “wiggle, wiggle, wiggle” when sliding your feet into your shoes and “shimmy, shimmy, shimmy” when slipping your charm bracelet past your hand onto your wrist. Coincidentally, Toko has also subconsciously started doing the same thing, and she cannot think of anything more irritating.

She once jokingly told you to stop being so dependent on her. You promptly flushed scarlet and snatched the box she had been carrying out of her hands, insisting that you were more than capable of taking it to storage yourself. You had marched indignantly out of the room and headed left, only for Toko to call out, “Uh, storage is the other way.”

You reappeared a moment later, now stomping in the opposite direction. “I knew that!” You huffed.

You’re aware of Genocide Jack, but you aren’t afraid. You whole-heartedly trust that your friendship is enough to outmatch Genocide Jack’s bloodlust, as naive as it may be. Your only response to Toko’s confession of having a split personality is to gift her a cherry-flavored lip balm with a bright smile. At first, Toko is confused. You explain that whenever Genocide Jack makes an appearance, their tongue is always lolling out of their mouth. You’re concerned that their lips will get dried out, and you want to do your best to prevent it.

Did Toko’s heart just burst? Maybe.

Toko shares her romance novels with you, but only the ones without sexual interactions. She believes that you’re far too pure for those. Plus, she would really not rather answer your questions about anything of that nature.

Toko is determined to preserve your purity. She’s very protective whenever someone shows the slightest bit of sexual or romantic interest in you, and has even referred to you as her baby before.

Whenever Toko gets insecure or anxious and covers her face with her hands, you gently remove them from her face with a soft giggle of “Peekaboo!” Toko doesn’t fight you as you carefully pull her into your arms and rest her head against your chest. In fact, she finds herself surprisingly close to tears when you inquire, “Hey, you want to hear a lullaby? I can’t remember who sang it to me first, but it always helps me calm down. So, I want to share it with you!”

There will be times when Toko is too busy writing stories to pay you any attention. But no matter! After a moment of consideration, you have an idea. You gather blankets and pillows and settle onto the floor beside Toko’s seat. Your arms loop themselves around her leg, and your head finds its way onto her thigh. It isn’t long before you doze off, Toko watching you in silent shock, face rosy with bashfulness and eyes wide.

Toko is very adamant about covering up her legs due to both the tally marks scored across her skin and the quote-on-quote “sturdiness” of her thighs. You, however, have an entirely different outlook. You reason, “the bigger your thighs, the more snacks you can hide under them!” 

[save-the-spiral]

PLS PLS LIST THE SWAPS!! TELL ME ABOUT THE SIBLINGS AND ALSO HIFUMI BECAUSE I LOVE HIM (IF YOU WANT!) I will also send more questions in the morning too, excited to see what you’ve been working on!!

OK OK OK !!!!! AHH! So, before assigning talents, I swapped the pools, so for the first game, I use the talents from the second game, and vis versa! For some i listed gender, sexuality, or neurodivergencies, though this isn’t all of them, and I haven’t developed them all to the same level!

This is SO long. I didn’t even bother mentioning things like my plans for the killing games. (I have DR1 planned out in full, but only parts of DR2 and the v3 anime)

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK MY HEART SKIPPED A BEAT IN HAPPINESS WHEN I SAW I HAD NEW ASK NOTIFS!!

LIST:

Trigger Happy Havoc (first game)

Kyoko Kirigiri- Ultimate Luckster- Mastermind (: Sometimes lesbians can be evil okay! was trained as a detective like everyone in her family and didn’t get the ultimate :) she’s definitely not mad about that :) her luck cycle depends on how far she plans things ahead. her good luck is when she’s spontaneous! She hates when ‘normal’ people are accepted by ultimates.

Makoto Naegi- Photographer (Mostly wildlife and nature photography, with Sayaka helping him for some animal photography (: trans and bi <3 One of sayaka’s birds nests in his hair like all the time)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru- Ultimate Swordsman (AUTISTIC ICON, has trained in kendo since he was a kid, then was essentially given away to the Fujisaki clan by his very stressed dad. Semiverbal, rarely speaks.)

Chihiro Fujisaki- Ultimate Yakuza (Taka is her bodyguard! His family is in debt to hers, the Fujisaki clan is the most powerful in Japan. trans icon, of course, dates Sayaka! Very direct, though she’s far more delicate and polite when talking to taka, her best friend)

Sakura Oogami- Ultimate Nurse (Works as an EMT- her clan still is in martial arts, so she’s still very buff, she assists in injuries at the family dojo. Autistic Icon)

Asahina Aoi- Ultimate Gamer (ULTIMATE ADHD. streams and has a ton of fun, will ramble while breaking records, demigirl who loves her girlfriend sakura :)

Mukuro Ikusaba- Ultimate Chef (Works best with ‘cheap’ food, and making them taste good. a byproduct of growing up on the streets with junko, and junko being bored of the same old food they dug out of the trash. now works closely with junko for her teams’ nutritional needs! autistic and sapphic.)

Junko Enoshima- Ultimate Team Manager (there are SO many sports she can never get bored, and the professional scene is always changing! prefers coaching womens’ teams, because being an ultimate brings them more publicity and usually higher pay :)

Mondo Oowada- Ultimate Prince (OH MY BOY. trans adhd icon. now the crown prince of Novoselic, with a reagent in his place until he comes of age. His service dog Chuck is a maltese and an absolute sweetheart. Chihiro takes him under her wing to teach leadership. also dates taka later OF COURSE, though they’re poly and I may add more ppl to their relationship later.)

Celestia Ludenburg- Ultimate Musician (specializes in violin, most strings, though she can play any instrument. grew up poor, dedicated herself to an instrument and persona to cope)

Byakuya Togami- Ultimate Musician (Yep. two musicians. two catty trans gay icons about to throw down. they HATE each other and grew up as rivals. specialize in classical, they literally tore a professional orchestra full of grown adults apart trying to make them side with who was the best musician. they’re so good that they’re matched, and Hope’s Peak accepts them as one student and combined ultimate. they room together. they fight. Literally if one of them gets expelled, the other does too, so they’re STUCK. eventually they become literally inseparable and insufferable together like the WORST siblings. I love them.)

Sayaka Maizono- Breeder (animal handler) (Specializes in birds!!!!!! has songbirds on her shoulders all the time. will give unsettling animal facts without realizing they’re unsettling. sends her songbirds to serenade chihiro when they start dating <3)

Yasuhiro Hagakure- Gymnast (you see this tall goof who acts like an older brother to everyone and wonder HOW he’s a gymnast. he’s completely different in competitions, though still lighthearted. becomes a big brother figure to mukuro and junko especially <3 also trans bc i say so.)

Leon Kuwata- Traditional Dancer (he just. kinda hates it. it takes SO much work and effort but he takes to it naturally. his cousin kanon is NOT like in canon, instead she’s helpful. he’d literally rather be doing anything else. doesn’t know how to do anything like... basic either. can’t cook. cant do his own laundry. everything was dedicated to traditional japanese dancing before he attended HPA.)

Toko Fukawa- Engineer (writes schematics and is very good at it. gets VERY upset when her plans go wrong. her notes are orderly and perfect. host for their system!)

Syo- Mechanic (a factive of genocider syo, NOT an actual killer. she’s a protector mainly, and also is more adept at hands on skills when it comes to fixing things, her hands are less shaky. Her notes are a disaster and she does it to spite Toko.)

Hifumi Yamada- (???) (reserve course) Protagonist! My BOY. HIFUMI IS GOOD OKAY. He’s autistic and loves anime and gaming! he’s not particularly ultimate-leveled at them, or anything else! Attending Hope’s Peak as a reserve course student! At one point he joins the student council as a reserve course representative even if he’s only a freshman :) He’s also a moderator in Hina’s livestream chat, under the username of JusticeHammer, fastest ban hammer this side of the internet. He's internet friends with hina and sakura, and doesn’t realize Oh We Go To the same SCHOOL until he bumps into them. and realizes hina doesnt know what he looks like. but sakura does. its hilarious. he’s aroace, and during the year they’re locked in HPA, is in a queer platonic partnership with Hina and Sakura, while they’re dating each other. it’s great.)

Goodbye Despair! (second game)

Peko Pekoyama- Lucky student (ohohoh. her luck relies on her conviction. if she has doubts her bad luck strikes HARD. trans!, was taken in by Fuyuhiko’s family when she was a baby, grew up as just another kid in the family. They all expected Fuyu to go off to HPA on his own and then BOOM acceptance letter)

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu- Programmer (He. gets so angry while coding. He has an array of rubber ducks to talk to and work through his coding issues with. trans of course. Very protective of Peko when people say she doesn’t have a ‘real’ ultimate. ADHD and Autistic)

Sonia Nevermind- Writer (Literary Girl) (Her family immigrated to Japan when she was young! She writes a lot of serial killer novels, murder mysteries and horror and all that! Trans and bi :)

Gundham Tanaka- Detective (YEAH my guy is a detective. still talks Like That. Trans and bi and he and Sonia were kinda-dating (t4t autistic power couple in the making) when things started happening. He spends some time with his cool older sister who he looks up to a LOT. He and Sonia talk through things together a lot, they both have those red string walls, one for murder cases, another for a fictional plot lmao.)

Mahiru Koizumi- Moral Compass (my GIRL. autistic. Her morals rely a lot on people taking responsibility and being reliable, and she ends up having to work through some biases she didn’t realize she had when she arrived at HPA. Is still protective of Hiyoko, though that protectiveness is spread a bit thinner to extend to the rest of the class.)

Hiyoko Saionji- Clairvoyant!!! (HI YES I COULD TALK ABOUT HER FOR DAYS. Has actual visions in dreams and when she suddenly faints, but doesn’t really realize they’re uhh Real Visions for a WHILE. uses her status as an ultimate clairvoyant to trick and bully kids when in school for a LONG time, though her homelife wasn’t great with her grandmother trying to find ways to make her visions more consistent. SHES ALSO 12 WHEN SHE JOINS THE 77TH CLASS. she’s just so advanced in academics and her ultimate is so interesting hope’s peak cant HELP but scout her early. she has SO many issues guys no one appreciates hiyoko enough, autistic gifted kid hiyoko my beloved.)

Akane Owari- Gambler (started gambling to help out her family and Got Good at it. is very very conscious of money and food like all the time. Runs the hope’s peak betting pools once she arrives. these ultimates bet on a lot of things. she ALWAYS wins. until she doesnt!!!)

Mikan Tsumiki- Martial Artist (ohhhh Mikan. Still anxious and clumsy (though not like THAT in canon) and literally no one looks at her and thinks Oh The ULTIMATE martial artist?? it isn’t until you see her in the ring that you understand. She started learning self defense as a kid because her (bad) parents essentially said she had to rely on and protect herself and no one else would help.)

Kazuichi Souda- Pop Idol (OH TRANS ICON? he’s nervous and paranoid about Everything still, though now it’s like. oh the entire world is always watching my every move this is Okay (: has the brightest neon album eras. he literally keeps up a like. weird chad persona when interacting with people because he’s masking how hard he’s constantly just internally screaming.)

Nagito Komaeda- Soldier (AHAHAH my mans got issues problems disorder he’s a messssss, this trans guy, this absolute gay. this boy leveled a city of thousands of people with his own hands and some bombs. Still has medical issues, but most of his like. treatments and medicine is hold hostage as long as he stays in line. believes the ends justify the means and anyone who dies to him is obviously weak, because look at him! he’s weak, but that doesn’t matter because he doesn’t have to be the strongest, he just has to be stronger than the weakest scum.)

Chiaki Nanami- Heir (OOF. Agender, uses any pronouns. Doesn’t really. enjoy being the heir. grew up with Byakuya in the same circles. she treats the economy and stock market and stuff like games. enjoys gaming but isn’t good at them. collects so many things. has halls full of collections. Her parents stopped controlling her once she was able to prove she had more money than them and could literally bankrupt them if she wanted.)

Hajime Hinata- Baseball Star (Chiaki’s best friend, his family was upper middle class until he hit it BIG as a baseball star. wants to do BIG things and wants to attend hope’s peak more than anything!! Doesn’t really think of baseball as his THING, just a means to an end! trans :)

Teruteru Hanamura- Biker Gang Leader (started with shaking down some jerks who didn’t pay their food and drink tabs at his mama’s restaurant. now he RUNS their tiny town. His siblings are essentially gang mascots, he works hard to keep them out of trouble (while bringing them to like. meetings where he ends up beating a dude almost to death. its fine). most of what he does it to get more money to keep the restaurant afloat and care for his mama with her health conditions.)

Nekomaru Nidai- Fashionista (the drama. the CHAOS. most people are like ohhh we can never understand this artistic genius when he’s literally just. vibing and has ADHD and a love for coffee. Works a lot on accessible clothing lines for disabled people! Also he and Kazuichi work together sometimes, Nekomaru is good at calming Kaz down and seeing like, the root of whatever problem and making it better. ALSO A TRANS ICON and just flaunts it.)

Imposter- In the hope’s peak days they are impersonating Ryota Mitarai, as a part of the 77th class. In the Killing Game they impersonate Mondo Oowada as the Ultimate Prince. They’re doin’ their best.

Ibuki Mioda- (???) (Izuru Kamakura) Protagonist! Gundham Tanaka’s older sister (though they’re in the same school year). Nonbinary and using just. an array of pronouns alongside she/her, and jokingly fights with gundham for neopronouns like MOM said it’s MY TURN on the rawrself pronouns. She attends the reserve course to stay at her brother’s side. She dresses loudly and acts even louder because !!! she wants to stand out!! in the middle of this drab reserve course hell!!  but when things go down, she wants to be someone, to be worthy of being her amazing brother’s big sister. so she accepts some offers.

NON-KILLING GAME:

Ryota Mitarai- Ultimate Analyst (stays in his room. He’s terrified of the outside world but fascinated by it. watches hope’s peak academy through security feeds, picking up on little details. he just wants to understand things but never looks at the big picture.)

Chisa Yukizome- Ultimate Boxer (Homeroom teacher!! She’s working really hard and believes in everyone! Some are intimidated by talent, but she’s never hurt anyone outside of the ring! Dating Kyosuke)

Juzo Sakakura- Ultimate Student Council President (Has anger issues, though his work at reigning them in assisted in becoming an Ultimate. Was responsible for security and the Hope’s Peak student council. Dating Kyosuke)

Kyosuke Munakata- Ultimate Housekeeper (Meticulous, works himself to the BONE even if he’s good enough to not have to do that. Is working on establishing another Hope’s Peak! Dating Chisa and Jozu!!!)

Seiko Kimura- Ultimate Blacksmith (GIVE MY GIRL KNIVES!! She’s an anxious gal, always wearing a facemask that filters the air in her forge because she has some respiratory problems. she prefers making more decorative pieces like an artist, but sometimes can create utilitarian pieces or tools to fit specific needs. Still a doormat)

Ruruka Ando- Ultimate Pharmacist (She constantly asks Seiko for new tools for her developments in medicine, saying its all for the advancement of humanity, so Seiko denying any request is SELFISH, though she never thinks to make anything for seiko’s health issues. Dating Izayoi. Specializes in medicine for mental health. Not Doing Great :)

Sonosuke Izayoi- Ultimate Confectioner (He loves sweets. LOVES them. Creates things that look plain, ordinary. but taste so GOOD you CRY and maybe ascend for a little bit. sometimes Ando makes cool new drugs to put in the sweets, who knows! It’s a mystery! He always has like. a huge refrigerated case of fresh cakes, and constantly has a lollipop in his own specialty recipe in his mouth.)

[dadsbongos]

School Worker AU fic(?)

Movie/Game/Show: Danganronpa (just in general) Dynamic: idk fuckin everyone is in their senior year though Warnings: all of the danganronpa cast - unless otherwise specified - is in their senior year of hs Summary: Tsumugi makes a documentary. AU: Hope’s Peak is a shitty public school that makes their senior students work around the district in self-made or pre-existing programs in order to earn a crucial credit they need for graduation. A lot of the students want a “raise” in their wages because of the work they do, even though “raise” just means any money at all. ~~~

Maki twirled a long strand of her brown hair around her finger, eyes flickering over it boredly, “Yeah, I want to get paid for this.”

Kaito’s eyes widened, an uneasy smile crossing over his lips and nervously looking between his girlfriend and the camera, “Oh, c’mon, Maki-roll, it’s not about money! It’s about the kids!”

“It’s about the money,” Maki glared at the camera, “Pay me.”

~~

“How do I feel about being paid?” Kaede giggled nervously, looking to her other two bandmates, “Well, it’s not about the money, we like playing for kids and the elderly.”

“Ibuki mostly agrees,” the girl with wildly multi-colored began, “However, Ibuki would also like to be paid for our hard work.”

Sayaka nodded shyly, a small smile on her lips, “I like working for the kids and elderly, but I also would like to have said work rewarded, if I could.”

~~

“Yeah,” Hajime picked up yet another empty plastic water bottle with a gloved hand as he responded to the question, “I would love to get paid but nobody gives a shit about the kids cleaning.”

Chiaki, who wasn’t even holding her trash bag - preferring to have her face stuffed into her handheld, “Not paying us is the school’s way of preparing us for the years of unpaid extraneous labor ahead of us in an adult working environment… I think.”

~~

“I should be gettin’ fuckin’ paid,” Mondo grit his teeth, no longer soaping up his math teacher’s car with Kazuichi and just looking at the camera, “I don’t get stared at by those fuckers,” he jabbed a thumb in the direction of a small gaggle of giggling freshman, “for free. I hate this shit.”

Kazuichi nodded, “I don’t even get to remodel the cars! I just wash them, that’s so lame!”

~~

“Duh - yeah, I wanna get paid!” Junko scoffed, rolling her eyes, “What am I? Twelve? I don’t do this shit for nothing!”

Mukuro sighed quietly, practically elbow deep in the dirt, “You don’t do anything…”

“The hell did you say to me, you fat, ugly, skank?” the blond pressed a stiletto boot into her sister’s back, shoving her face-first into the flower beds Mukuro would now have to redo.

~~

“So,” Tsumugi Shirogane held a mic to her mouth as she stared into the camera, “with so many students demanding a raise in wages, which would mean any wages at all, let’s get to the core issue of why these students feel that their work is so reward-worthy.”

A few feet away, Mikan was watching the hostess of the documentary with nervous eyes, her heart racing as she turned to Rantaro, “Oh my God, is she g-gonna ask us questions? I’m n-not good at speaking. I-I’ll stutter and mum-mumble and she’ll ask me to re-repeat myself, oh God…”

“Hey,” Rantaro gave the girl a small smile, carefully setting his hand on her shoulder, “it’ll be okay. I can do most of the talking, if you want?”

Mikan nodded shakily, fingers intertwining and scrambling apart repeatedly, “Th-that would be p-preferred, tha-thank you…”

As Tsumugi crossed towards the students, she stuck a microphone into Rantaro’s face first, thankfully. Quick to the point, she asked him the question of the segment, “Why, exactly, do you think your work is worth the funding of payment?”

“We do basically the same amount of work that the ordinary school nurse does under regulation and we’re certain our efforts are worthy of payment,” in order to avoid the awkwardness of Tsumugi having to ask Mikan, he gestured to his partner in nursing, “We both are.”

Nodding, Tsumugi moved to place the microphone into Mikan’s face anyway, “And your thoughts?”

“Uhhhh,” Mikan froze up, patting the tips of her fingers into each other, “y-yeah?”

“Yeah, what?”

“Yeah with Rantaro…”

Tsumugi blinked at the girl, standing there for a minute before slowly nodding and turning back to the camera to continue her segment.

Mikan turned to Rantaro with wide eyes, tears already bubbling at her waterline, “Oh my God… I just did that… I just- I - oh my God…”

Rantaro nodded, crossing his arms with a pitying smile, “Yeah, that was pretty bad.”

~~

A loud, resounding thud was the opening sound of the shot, a girl landing flat on her back on a gym mat is the scene. The gymnasium is filled with a multitude of students in fighting stance - a tall girl with red eyes and a short boy with blond hair standing at the front.

Tsumugi narrowly dodges stray hits and flying bodies being tossed over shoulders as she approaches the two senior students. She judges how confrontational they both look and decides to not hastily jam her mic into either of their faces as she asks, “And what is the program you two have picked up for your required credit?”

Peko doesn’t look away from the students as she answers, “Self-defense.”

Fuyuhiko nods, “Any-fuckin’-body can sign up but most of these kids are girls and LGBT+. They’re who mostly comes.”

“Which is a whole different problem on its own,” Peko added, “The fact that they feel the need to learn self-defense rather than trust that nobody will try attacking them for simply walking down the street is rather saddening.”

“Oh, well that’s incredibly noble of you,” Tsumugi breathed out, slightly surprised - she hadn’t expected such mean-looking students to care so much

“Someone has to beat up scumbags,” the taller of the pair shrugged, “My arms were getting tired.”

“Right…” Tsumugi nodded, “uh, you two share this gym with another group, correct?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Fuyuhiko glanced to one of the clocks encaged on the wall, “They should be back in- “

“We’re here for the gym!” a voice boomed out in the space, “Move out!”

“No!” Fuyuhiko shook his head, charging towards the pair and the volleyball team they were coaching that day, he jammed a finger into the girl’s shoulder, “You asshats are always too early! Peko and I got another ten minutes, at least!”

“Well, they need the gym now!” Akane gestured to the team, which was awkwardly standing around and waiting for the approval of Nekomaru and Akane to spread out to the gym, “‘Sides, it’s just five minutes!”

“Eight, now,” the blond crossed his arms, “They continue, you guys wait your turn.”

Seeing no soon-to-come resolution from the pair, Nekomaru moved past Fuyuhiko and Akane as they argued and towards Peko at the front. He rubbed the back of his neck, “We really need the gym right now. You can take our last ten minutes tomorrow if that’d be fair.”

Thinking over the proposal, Peko nodded before picking up the whistle from around her neck and blowing into it before calling to the self-defense class, “Alright, dress out and head home! Remember what you’ve learned and stay safe! Tomorrow, we’ll be meeting out by the baseball field!”

Fuyuhiko sighed, clenching his eyes shut to avoid looking at Akane’s smug grin, “You’re lucky Peko stepped in or I would’ve laid your ass out on the mat.”

“Whatever you say, baby face,” the girl snickered, strolling by to join Nekomaru’s side.

“What did you call me?!”

Tsumugi looked to the new faces, “Do you two fight like that often?”

Akane nodded confidently, “Constantly!”

Sighing, Nekomaru lowered his head, “That’s not a brag.”

“And you two do what around the school?”

“We pick up the school’s teams when the coaches are busy,” Akane pat her outrageously buff partner’s back, “You should see coach Nekomaru out there! He’s like a pro!”

“Well, that’s certainly something!” Tsumugi giggled, “And I can assume you two want to be paid for your efforts?”

“We’re supposed to be paid for this?!”

~~

“Oh my God, leave us alone, you guys are so mean, assholes!”

“Don’t say that, we’re on school grounds! A teacher could walk by at any time!”

“Can you two please be quiet? They’re not even responding to you at this point.”

“We must focus on this column entry!”

“Y-yeah… so s-stop bothering us…”

Tsumugi hesitated, looking at the camera with furrowed brows, “Do we even want to go in?”

The camera shifted with the director’s nodding, the girl sighing loudly before quietly agreeing and pushing the door open to see a classroom with only five people in it. A short boy with untamed purple hair being held back from clawing at the back of a girl with long braids and glasses by another boy with greenish hair… God, what color was that?

Another girl looked up from the desk she was sitting at, “Are you here for the documentary on student payment for their work efforts involving school credit?”

“Yes, I am,” Tsumugi was incredibly tempted to lie, say she got lost, and run out - but she didn’t. Instead, she asked them to introduce themselves.

“Kyoko Kirigiri,” the girl at the desk introduced herself with a solid nod before returning to her work.

The boy holding back his friend finally managed to calm the purple-haired one down before shyly waving, “Shuichi Saihara,” to prevent the other boy from talking, Shuichi clapped a hand over his mouth with an exhausted look, “This is Kokichi Ouma. Us three solve ‘mysteries’ around school, it’s mostly just stolen items. They,” he pointed to the pair on the other side of the room, “write the school newspaper.”

Kokichi managed to release himself from Shuichi’s grasp, immediately rushing towards Tsumugi and grabbing her long skirt between his hands and throttling her, “Help! They’ve kidnapped me! I’m being held against my will!”

“Ah!” Tsumugi screamed, looking up to Shuichi, “What is he talking about?!”

“He’s a liar,” Kyoko piped up, “He’s annoying but he gets the job done quickly so I haven’t kicked him out yet.”

The girl across the room huffed, “C-can you s-shut up over there? And you,” she pointed at Tsumugi, “hurry up and get over here s-so we can get b-back to work…”

“Right,” she nodded slowly before going over to the pair, “You two write the newspaper, that must include some interesting stories.”

“N-not really… I’m T-Toko Fukawa. That's Hi-Hifumi Yamada…” she gave the boy a side-eye, “Don’t say anything w-weird…”

“Never!” he cheered, turning to Tsumugi, “I am Hifumi Yamada- “

“Yeah,” Tsumugi sighed, already rather exhausted with his loudness, “Toko already introduced you.”

“But you may call me by my online dubbing - The Alpha and The Omega!”

“Alright,” Tsumugi dryly replied - he didn’t seem awful, but he definitely wasn’t for her.

“Wait!” Kokichi whined as the girl was leaving, grabbing at the tail of her skirt, “Didn’t you hear me earlier?! These creeps kidnapped me! They’re gonna kill me!”

“Stop talking,” Kyoko mumbled.

Shuichi sighed, running his hands through his hair, “Please, Kokichi, you’re giving me grey hairs and I’m barely eighteen…”

Tsumugi rubbed over her eyes, exhaustion ringing over her, “Me too and I haven’t even known you for ten minutes.”

~~

“No more crazies… no more crazies… no more crazies…” Tsumugi repeatedly murmured to herself as she rubbed her temples. Finally taking notice of the camera pointed at her, she hissed, “You better cut that.”

Once again, there was the motion of a nod from the director before following Tsumugi around to the back of the elementary school neighboring Hope’s Peak to find two more groups. This time, however, the two groups were working together extremely well and weren’t fighting whatsoever. Who knew how refreshing it could be to not hear yelling for five minutes?

It seemed that the third-grade student body had been split in half between a group of two and a group of three. The two were monitoring as kids ran around the large field - the three had kids standing at canvases with just a few bouncing around one with long hair tied in what appeared to be fishtail braids.

“Aw,” Tsumugi smiled at the sweet sight, “Okay, let’s go over there.”

A voice popped up from behind the camera, “I heard about these girls from the headmaster. Those two,” he pointed over to a muscular girl picking up kids on her arms with a shorter girl trailing behind her, “are Sakura Ogami and Aoi Asahina. They go around to closeby elementary schools and set up field days for the kids,” then to the group of three, made up of a white-haired girl in a long yellow overcoat, a redhead with extremely pointy boots, and the fishtail girl throwing obviously fake hits with some kids, “They’re Angie Yonaga, Himiko Yumeno, and Tenko Chabashira. They teach kids about the arts. Except for Tenko who teaches them her made up Neo-Aikido, something about controlling emotions and all that junk.”

“Wow,” Tsumugi breathed out, still approaching the two groups, “that’s so great. They seem like a fun- “

Then, out of nowhere, Tenko suddenly tossed Angie over her shoulder, causing an eruption of cheers to burst from the children.

Tsumugi’s face fell, she turned around and nearly ran out from behind the school and towards the car. Chants of “no, no, no, no” leaving her lips.

~~

“Oh, finally, normal people…”

The two boys in the copy room looked up at Tsumugi’s sigh.

“You must be the documentary girl?” the brunette smiled slightly, unevenly, “Sorry, I don’t know your name,” he lifted up a stack of papers, “Kyoko probably mentioned it but I was grading.”

“Tsumugi Shirogane!” the white-haired boy cheered, setting down the papers in his hands, “You’ve come to get my worthless opinion on whether or not student workers should be paid?! How incredible!”

“Sorry about him,” the shorter of the pair chuckled, “He has an inferiority complex. We’re working on it.”

“Uh-huh,” not as bland as she thought, apparently, “You two are… TAs?”

“Yeah,” the shorter nodded once again, “We work under Miss Yukizome, but lots of students everywhere are TAs, so I don’t think we should really have a say in this…”

“Especially me!” the other one butted in, “I barely help at all… I’m just garbage…”

“Nagito, you’re not garbage, and you do a lot!”

“With all respect, Makoto, the only reason you’re stuck with me is because all the other teachers can’t stand me!”

“Well, the only reason I’m here is because nobody else had a spot open.”

“Do you two just comfort each other about your hang-ups?”

“Yeah,” Makoto nodded, already pulling Nagito into a hug and patting his back, “it’s nice. Like super amateur therapy.”

“Painfully normal in comparison to the others,” Tsumugi turned to the camera, “Almost as plain as me.”

“No,” the voice from behind the camera peeped up again, “You’re still definitely the plainer one.”

~~

“We duel-work animal care and the occult,” Sonia cheered, holding a small puppy in her arms as Gundham fed hamsters in the back of the room, “It’s quite a bit of work but we manage, don’t we?”

Gundham nodded silently.

“Does…” Tsumugi gestured to the boy, “Does he ever speak?”

“You haven’t built enough resistance to the poison that would slip from his lips, unfortunately,” Sonia shakes her head, frowning slightly, “He doesn’t speak to people unless they’re immune.”

“And you are?”

“Surprisingly, yes!” eyes lighting up at the question, Sonia nodded excitedly, “It seems that I have managed to build up an immunity to his poison without even realizing it! Is that not amazing?”

Refraining from rolling her eyes, Tsumugi merely glanced between the beautiful blond and the boy hiding his bright red face in his scarf, “It truly is amazing, yes. How wonderfully random.”

“Wanna go?” the director asked.

“Yeah…”

~~

The camera aimed at a downcast Tsumugi, a frown depressingly obvious over her features. The voice behind the camera popped up, “Wanna try Celestia at the math club again?”

“And get told that only people she hates more than her own clubmates are theatre kids and then get called theatre kids and yelled at to get out again?” the girl grumbled, letting her microphone fall down into her lap as she sat slumped against the wall, “No thanks, Monokuma.”

“I mean, she’s not wrong,” the camera turned to show off the boy going by Monokuma with heterochromatic black-and-red eyes, half-and-half dyed hair between white and black. He snickered, “Yeah, I’m a big theatre kid. It’s unfortunate. You are, too, just let it go.”

“She might be right, but it’s still mean!”

[k1ng-for-a-day]

DBD Headcannons #4: What Danganronpa character/ultimate would they have or be?

This is definitely going to be the weirdest thing I’ll do, but honestly I’m fucking stoked about this. I love Danganronpa immensely and I have my own little things for it. Alright here we go... (I have also excluded some characters since I didn’t know who would fit them). (Also ask boxes are opened).

❤️Dwight Fairfield: Makoto Naegi. That’s it. That’s all I can say. If I had to choose his ultimate than it would definitely be ultimate leader. However, it would be different from kokichi’s ultimate since he isn’t “evil” as you would say.

❤️Meg Thomas: Meg is definitely Akane Owari due to her ability to run. Additionally she’s very athletic, and I can definitely see her as this character. She would definitely be the ultimate runner.

❤️Claudette Morel: Surprising enough, Caudette’s character was the most difficult to find. The main reason for this is due to the people who have the ultimate, or the substitute character for the person. In Danganronpa there is an ultimate botanist, but he isn’t what I would assign Claudette. I would also assign her with Mikan, but I feel like they aren’t really similar. Instead I have nothing. Her ultimate is super high school level botanist.

❤️Jake Park: He would deadass be Rantaro. They are so immensely similar that I can’t see anyone else fitting this role. He would also be the ultimate... adventurer..? I’m not too sure. Does anyone have any better suggestions?

❤️Nea Karlsson: Nea definitely has those Ibuki and Maki vibes, however ima go with Ibuki on this one. Both of them have this very grudge, alternative aesthetic that kind of creates an interesting mood. She would probably the ultimate rebel or adventure. Again I’m not sure.

❤️Ace Visconti: Celeste Ludenberg. He’s a gambler after all, and they definitely have similar traits. Both of them are usually in it for the money, and don’t think twice about their actions. And he would be the ultimate gambler,

❤️Feng Min: Chiaki Nanami and ultimate gamer. Are there any questions?

❤️Kate Denson: Kate Denson is definitely the living embodiment of Kaede Akamatsu. Her personality is to become a sort of musician, which is what Kaede tries to do. She is also very calm, nice, and such towards other people as well. She would definitely be the ultimate guitarist.

❤️Adam Francis: Honestly Adam has those Shuichi vibes and I’m all for it. Though he enjoys writing literature like Toko, I can’t imagine him switching from calm to insane when he sees blood. It just doesn’t make any sense to me y’know? Hence we I chose Shuichi instead. He would definitely be the ultimate writer.

❤️Jane Romero: Jane would definitely be Junko before she was revealed as the ultimate despair. She is definitely a fashionista type person, and can be very diva-ish at times. She would be the ultimate actress.

❤️Yui Kimara: Yuri would DEFINITELY be Tenko. The stalker she faced somewhat scared her to the point she didn’t enjoy men much at all. She doesn’t completely hate them, but it made her feel more terrified. Her ultimate would probably be the ultimate survivor due to her backstory. Not because I love her a lot, (even though I do).

❤️Zarina Kassir: Due to Zarina’s calm nature, I feel like she’s similar to Maki and Kyoko in a sense. Mainly leaning towards Maki. She would be the ultimate analyst.

❤️Felix Richter: Byakuya Togami. Ultimate technician. Need 👏 I 👏 say 👏 more 👏

❤️Cheryl Manson: Weirdly enough, Cheryl gives me these Himiko vibes. She is sweet, innocent, and can be naive at times. She is kind of pure too. She would probably be the ultimate lucky student or ultimate hope.

❤️David Tapp: I know I said his name again, but Shuichi definitely fits in with David Tapp as well. And he would obviously be the ultimate detective.

❤️Quentin Smith: While I was looking through the survivor list and characters, I wanted to see who would fit Quentin the most. Then it hit me. Seiko Kimura. Hear me out: they both have some sort of familiarity with pharmacy and they both kind of focus on healing. With both of these components in mind, it made it easy for me to realize Seiko would definitely fit this state. And Quentin would be the ultimate insomniac.

❤️Laurie Strode: Laurie is definitely Kyoko Kirigiri. She has this detective nature about her that can simply figure out something within seconds. Additionally she acts very calm, and is somewhat hard to track down. She would be the ultimate survivor.

❤️Élodie Rakoto: Like Claudette, finding Élodie’s character was difficult. She would definitely be the ultimate explorer, but the character was difficult to find. I still have no clue who would fit her spot.

🖤The Trapper🖤: The trapper is really fucking basic. If I had to choose, he would be Monokuma. He would definitely be the ultimate lucky student.

🖤The Hillbilly🖤: I probably shouldn’t reuse characters, but Jantaro definitely fits the Hillbilly. For one both of their parents hated their looks, and they were kept away from them due to this form. For his ultimate, he would be the super high school level farmer.

🖤The Nurse🖤: Mikan obviously. She would also be the ultimate nurse lmaoooo.

🖤The Shape🖤: Michael would be the ENBODIMENT OF KOKICHI. Or Nagito. Basically they are both immensely insane, and have their own way of getting what they want. However, Michael is a killer unlike them, so he’d be the ultimate killer.

🖤The Huntress🖤: I feel like the huntress fits Chihiro a lot due to their somewhat feminine features. Additionally they both are somewhat childish and naive since one of them hasn’t grown up yet. I also get a small hint of Himiko as well. She would be the ultimate child caretaker.

🖤The Cannibal🖤: Gonta Gokuhara and ultimate cannibal. That’s all.

🖤The Nightmare🖤: Freddy... Ahh Freddy Krueger... I feel like Freddy would be the ultimate nightmare, obviously, but his character would be Tsumugi. I know it’s just ultimately stupid, no pun intended, considering she’s the ultimate cosplayer. HOWEVER, she is also Junko Enoshima in disguise. To elaborate further, Freddy manipulates your dreams into think it is going to be a simple, wholesome dream, but it becomes your worst nightmare quickly. He’s so filled with despair to the point fear fuels him. He definitely suits this, and will cause the most despair inducing incident on all of man kind! I went a bit far huh...? Sorry-

🖤The Pig🖤: The pig would definitely be Toko Fukawa/Genocide Jack. I say this due to how she may seem nice, soft, gentle at first, but once in full force she’ll gut you till your end. I just love a small contrast between characters such as these due to how they can easily commit anything, and you wouldn’t notice. She would definitely be the ultimate despair. Her code ultimate would be the ultimate puzzle breaker.

🖤The Clown🖤: I was gonna say Kokichi Oma for this one, but Teruteru fits the spot much more. Definitely the ultimate clown.

🖤The Spirit🖤: Rin would definitely be Kirumi. They both are very intelligent, and attempt to do things perfectly in order to satisfy others. She would be the ultimate envy though.

🖤The Legion🖤: The legion are obviously the warriors of hope, (excluding Monaca because she’s awful and we hate her 🤩). For each character, however, Joey would be Masaru, Frank would be Nagisa, Susie would be Kotoko, and Julie would be Jantaro. For their ultimate, they would be the ultimate assassin club.

🖤Ghost Face🖤: This one is kinda difficult to decide.... it’s either Kokichi or Nagito Komeada... fuck it Nagito it is. And Danny would be the ultimate photographer.

🖤The Oni🖤: Peko Pekoyama. Ultimate swordsman/katana wielder. Need I say more?

🖤The Twins🖤: Call me crazy on this one, but they would be the despair sisters. That’s right, Murkuro and Junko Enoshima are these twos components. I had no other choice tbh. Their ultimates would be the ultimate siblings.

[monomonomagines]

Dr2 Boys Realizing They're in Love with S/o for the First Time

Sorry for taking a while with getting more content out. I, Mod Toko, goofed and deleted the next piece I had written sooooo I had to write something to make up for that.

Nagito

Ah yes, Nagito, the hope slut. Jokes aside he wouldn't even notice you at first. He'd be too absorbed in his delusions until he was forced to interact with you.

He first met you officially in the classroom but as far as he was concerned he first met you outside.

When he was having a bit of a sick day you brought him his homework per the teacher's request but when you found out he had no one to care for him you did.

Anything he needed you went out of your way to get and even when he warned you of his luck you simply told him that you believed you'd be fine with a bright smile.

He couldn't help but notice you afterward and how you always cared for others so much. He just knew that you were what he always looking for even though he always passed you by before. You were his hope.

Teruteru

This boy was used to loving people but not being in love with people so needless to say, falling in love also caught him off guard.

He had his eye on you since even before he fell for you. He had always admired you and your body but there was so much more to you.

He just couldn't place what first fully drew him to you but he knows that the moment that he needed help with his sick mother and you jumped up to the task he was smitten.

He was so smitten that he couldn't even decide how to best thank you but even after his initial sweetness towards you, he's going to crank out way more dirty things to say.

Imposter/BBB

He never expected to fall in love with someone so easily but with the way that you took charge always how couldn't he? You always knew what you wanted and knew how to help others out.

It wasn't that he didn't like you before but the exact moment you stole his heart had to have been on a rainy day. A day that someone had dared to steal his umbrella.

He wasn't going to be upset but he certainly wished he could give the thief a stern talking to when he wouldn't have minded helping them out if they had no way to stay dry.

He may not have fully let his annoyance leave his mind if not for a familiar voice asking him if he needed to share an umbrella.

He was normally so composed and yet he felt his heart flutter at those simple words. Him? Someone was helping him and not the other way around? It wasn't bad but man was he shaken up.

He'll immediately accept but while doing so he'd also make sure you know that you can rely on him.

Fuyuhiko

This boy thought Peko was the only one he needed in his life but boy was he wrong. 

Without knowing what had hit him he had fallen for you. 

It was as soon as you told him off for not even participating in a group project with him that he fell.

You never showed you were scared of him before but that just showed you had more balls than anyone else in the class and he secretly loved it.

Of course, he doesn’t show how he really feels about it, simply fighting back with you but that won’t stop the way he acts towards you changing soon after. 

Kazuichi

Wait he was obsessing over Sonia like only yesterday so how did things change so drastically overnight?

This is one obsessive man. As soon as he falls for you he is all over you. All. The. Time. 

It definitely didn’t start that way though. Like Nagito he barely even glanced in your direction until he fell for you. 

He had been working on a new project of his when he had a small mishap. Basically, screws went flying all over and while everyone else left him to do all the manual labor of scavenging them all back you didn’t. 

He didn’t even know how to react. Since when did he know such a cute person and such a nice one at that?

His mind would begin to already wander away from Sonia after that incident but as you show him more kindness his clinginess and obsessiveness will soon show.

Hajime

Probably the most normal out of this bunch. Hajime would simply fall for you because of how kind and pretty he thinks you are. 

Even if it was just something casual like the moment that you lend him some money when a vending machine eats his money up that’d be when he’d suddenly notice you and he’ll only continue to fall harder after that. 

The real thing that makes him realize he likes you isn't simply your initial kindness though. It’s when he tries to repay you and you tell him that he doesn’t need to. 

Just why are you so kind to a guy like him?

Nekomaru 

He’d notice you from the start unlike a lot of these guys but it wouldn’t be in any romantic sense. He’d evaluate you to try to figure out what kind of sport you’d excel in. 

He’d so caught up in this that he’d only really intend to talk to you about how you should join a certain team.

The whole time he’d be rather friendly but he probably wouldn’t fall for you until he realized how passionate you are about your own hobbies. 

You were never rude in turning down his requests but you thought you may as well invite him to see you at work on your own hobby of choice. 

As soon as he sees how passionate and how hard of a worker you are even if it isn’t for sports ends up making him fall then and there. I mean how couldn’t he?

Gundham

This is one of the few that would notice you from the start. He appreciated the way that you always try to include him in simple things like class debates or projects and how you didn’t seem to mind his eccentricities but the moment he falls is one that penetrates all of his walls.

He didn’t mean to ever run into you anywhere other than school but when he found out you normally volunteered at shelters like the one he visited he couldn’t help but feel like maybe you could understand him. 

He didn’t want to per se but having to work with you and some animals really made him feel closer to you and when he heard you say that you enjoyed your time together he knew. He knew he had been struck by cupid despite his defenses he was weakened. 

He like Kazuichi, will want your attention but he won’t make it as obvious since he’s well, Gundham. I hope you’re prepared for this boy because he certainly wasn’t prepared for this to happen in the slightest. 

[noddytheornithopod]

Time to watch more development plan shit lol

Sakura

She wants to fight Kamukura, huh. Yet Monokuma intervenes and calls for more slice of life shenanigans.

Nekomaru offers to help her get stronger, nice

Akane challenges Sakura to fights, and Maki finds Akane annoying. Also Kokichi recommended Akane to fight her. :v Also... Akane calls Maki “Mookie”, LOL.

Ibuki reminds her to still have fun and not be too serious, that’s nice of her

Sakura gives advice to Tenko, who’s nervous around pop idols like Sayaka, just saying to be herself and not compare herself to others. Tenko was as extra as usual tho lol

Sakura is really moved by Kaede’s piano, and she offers to show her more

Aoi and Sakura have a nice scene, Aoi helps cheer her up after she’s all emotional about things ending soon

Nekomaru does help and offers a diet plan, heh

Yasuhiro

Hiro meets Kokichi and Impostor... Kokichi scares Hiro into wanting to work for him and STILL rejects him. Three deceivers in a room, lol.

“Korey” is what he calls Korekiyo lol. Kiyo does seem interested in how his fortune telling works tho

Yasuhiro offers to record Angie’s prayers so she can get more followers and he can make more money... but nah, Angie’s not into that. She just convinces Hiro to believe in Atua. RIP.

He scares off Kaede. Good, Kaede, run from the scam!

OMG, Rantaro is actually generous and offers to pay to have Hiro ask about his sister

Whoa Keebo is interested too, but he just can’t afford it

Oh god, Miu calls a weather predicting device she made “useless”. When she says she has inventions to predict stuff, Hiro wants in on her stuff, while Miu actually wants her fortune told on her love life cuz she’s insecure lol.

And he actually does tell Rantaro’s fortune. I kinda think in his own way he was trying to encourage Rantaro to keep having hope.

Chihiro

Kazuichi and Chihiro friendship, heh. Kaz is surprised that Chihiro talks to boys. :v

Chihiro basically offers Hifumi an AI partner with the AI he’s developing lol

Aww, Peko really wants a robot pet to cuddle, and luckily Chihiro says they could develop something like that one day

Aww, Alter Ego calls Chihiro dad. Also heh, Shuichi was onto Chihiro’s gender, he didn’t say anything though, good boy for respecting Chihiro’s privacy.

Of course Gonta and Chihiro would get along. :3 Chihiro is nice to bugs, so Gonta could bond with someone.

Okay, Chihiro and Chiaki interaction is trippy because we’re going with real world Chiaki (tho she does act like her AI self, or maybe it’s just th sprites and stuff lol), so Chihiro isn’t really a father to her, they’re just both tech enthusiasts. Nice they’re at least friends, though.

Kazuichi and Chihiro talk about robots and making them, and basically suggest making a transformer lol.

[dotwrites]

Braided Chapter 4- The Bandits

Tangled/Rapunzel Kuzupeko AU inspired by @thewildwilds ‘s fic of the same name.

Summary:  Peko discovers why Fuyuhiko isn't too fond of revealing his identity to random thugs in the forest. A group of bandits discover that they've made a mistake.

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Fuyuhiko took a torch from the wall of the narrow passageway, lighting the dirty floor just enough for them to see as he led the way down the winding path. At first, they remained silent, as though so much as a small noise would cause the dirt walls to collapse in on them. Peko’s mind was preoccupied, still trying to understand why her young master felt the need to lie about who he was. Surely, the men at the tavern would be disappointed to find out they missed the opportunity to bow to their prince.

“Young Master,” she eventually spoke up.

“I told you not to call me that,” he answered with a huff as he turned a corner.

“I apologize,” she started, “I was wondering if you could explain something to me?”

“Depends on what it is, and if you’re ever going to stop using that stupid title.”

Peko nodded, remaining silent for a moment before speaking again, “I will do my best. My question is, why did you lie to them?”

“What, to the bloodthirsty fucking thugs that almost beat me up?” He scoffed, as though the answer should be the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yes. Why did you not simply tell them that you are the prince?”

Fuyuhiko paused, looking back at Peko. The flame from the torch lit his face dramatically, the fire dancing in his eyes even as he looked at her with exasperation. Instead of answering, he asked another question in return.

“What exactly did my dad tell you, about the kingdom? And about how they feel about us?”

“This is the largest, most successful kingdom, which he said will one day rule all. He said that the people of the kingdom have vowed unending loyalty to the royal family, but he requested I still remain vigilant, in case someone grows jealous.”

Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes before turning forward again, continuing walking down the passageway, “The same shit he told me and Natsumi, then.”

“It is the truth, then?” She asked when he didn’t add more.

“No. At least, not all of the truth.”

As he spoke, they turned another corner and found themselves a few yards from an opening in the tunnel, light filtering in through hanging vines that swung gently in the breeze. He picked up the pace, not giving Peko a chance to ask for clarification as he set the torch in an empty metal bracket along the wall then made his way out of the passageway. Peko followed, silent despite the new questions his response had given her.

“It doesn’t matter. Just...don’t tell anybody who I am, okay? If I want them to know, I’ll tell them myself,” he told her as he stopped in front of a tree.

“Understood,” she nodded, looking around at their new surroundings.

The forest was similar enough to the one they had been walking along before, though the road here was narrower and bumpier than the main road. What worried her more was the way the sky was turning colors and the sun was starting to hide behind the trees. She feared they wouldn’t make it back to the palace before the sun would set, leaving them stranded at night in a forest full of strange creatures that could attack at any moment.

Fuyuhiko glanced around too before starting to walk down the road, “I’m taking us the long way home. The main road is probably full of guards looking for me by now, and I’m not fucking dealing with a bunch of babysitters treating me like I’m incompetent.”

“Would it not be best to get you home sooner?” She asked, “The guards could help ensure you return home safely.”

“Yeah, well...they’ll also tell my father I was running around the forest with a strange girl, and I sort of want to keep you a secret from them. You still have a way out of this, you know. I’ll tell my dad I let you go and you can run away and go wherever you want.”

It made more sense when she realized he was doing it for her, though she didn’t understand why he was insisting that she should wish to leave. She still wanted to keep her vow, protect Fuyuhiko from any and all threats and be as useful a tool as possible.

Before she could explain that to him, she noticed a pair of men coming out from the trees. Gripping her sword by her side, she took a step forward to stand between the men and the prince, earning a sigh from the latter.

“What’s this?” Asked the smaller of the pair, a handsome man wearing a smirk and a belt with several knives along it, “Don’t you two know there are bandits around here? You should be careful, you could get attacked any moment.”

“Especially considering how small you are. A man like myself could overpower both of you easily. Shouldn’t you have some guards with you or something?” Added the second, a muscular man much like the bartender, who laughed as he took another step towards the pair.

“Thankfully, you ran into us. We could protect you, you know,” The first one continued, “It would cost, but nothing is quite as valuable as your safety, is it?”

“I can fucking assure you, we don’t need your help,” Fuyuhiko scoffed, “Why don’t you go find somebody else to scam?”

“Ah, you don’t want our services, then?” The smaller man pulled a knife out of his belt, “That’s a shame, really.”

“As he said, we do not need your help,” Peko insists.

“Huh...what, are you supposed to be the guard?” Asks the man as he runs his finger along the knife blade, glancing at Peko’s sword, “And who’s he, then?”

“He looks familiar,” Hummed the larger man. Peko caught sight of it as he kept one hand by his side, making a motion with it that seemed to lead to another pair of people walking out from the treeline.

“Who does he look like to you?” Asked one of the new people, a man with a head of black hair and a length of rope in his hands, “Looks like a noble to me, don’t you think? Probably worth a lot of money.”

“You’re an idiot,” scoffs the fourth member of the group, a middle aged woman with brown hair tied back who was idly swinging a small ax, “Looks to me like he’s the prince himself. What an honor, running into him in the middle of the forest...I wonder if the king knows he’s here.”

“Oh no, didn’t you hear? The prince disappeared after breakfast this morning. There’s guards all over the main road looking for him. I wonder how much of a... reward we would get for returning him.”

“Now, now,” the first one to speak laughed, “shouldn’t we all be bowing? It’s only polite to show some respect before we tie the boy up, don’t you think?”

“Of course, of course,” The woman curtsied with one hand, eyes remaining on Peko and Fuyuhiko.

Peko glared as she raised her sword to the man with the knife, assuming that he was the leader of the group, “You will not be tying him up.”

Fuyuhiko took a step back, glancing around for any other bandits hiding amongst the trees. If Peko was looking, she would notice the fear in his eyes. Peko showed off some skill before, sure, but she couldn’t possibly win against four bandits all on her own, he thought. He wanted to run, but he knew they were too far from the main road. There was no way he would reach the guards before the bandits caught him, even if Peko kept them preoccupied for a little while.

“And who exactly are you, little girl? You ever heard of a haircut?” Asked the leader.

Peko did not give him an answer, instead lunging forward as she made a slicing motion with her sword. The man hopped back, just barely avoiding having his guts torn out. As he did, the larger man approached Peko from the side, ready to tackle her to the ground. The girl ducked down, kicking one leg out to hit the man in the shin, a loud curse ringing out as he reached down to grab her. She rolled out of the way, but the man managed to grip on of her braids, pulling roughly to force her to sit up.

Fuyuhiko watched with wide eyes as Peko dropped her sword, pulling back on her braid to try to free it from the man. The woman and the man with the rope approached Fuyuhiko then, moving slowly as though they were trying not to startle him.

“Come on little prince, we’ll get you home nice and safe now,” the woman grinned, “Well, mostly safe at least.”

Fuyuhiko took another step back, falling back as he tripped over a root. He couldn’t help but think he’d been a fool, thinking that he could survive on his own in the world. Maybe his dad was right, maybe he did need protection.

Peko just barely saw her young master fall from the corner of her eyes, but knowing he was in danger was all she needed to continue her fight. She reached for her sword again and swung it over her head, the very tip of the blade slicing a thin, shallow line across the large man’s neck. It wasn’t enough to stop him, the tank of a man simply growled and tugged harder, pulling Peko further forward. She pulled back as hard as she could, causing him to lose his balance, then kicked her leg under his to make him fall forward. Peko once again rolled out of the way, barely avoiding being trapped under him. Before he could react, she wrapped part of the braid he was holding around his neck and tugged, hard enough to cause him to gasp for breath.

While he was struggling, she stood up, never loosening her braid around his neck. She stabbed her sword into the ground hard enough that it stayed standing when she let go, then took her other braid and whipped it towards the woman before she could take another step closer to Fuyuhiko. It wrapped around the woman’s wrist and when Peko tugged it back it caused the woman to drop her ax.

“You will release us,” Peko ordered as the woman stared at her in shock.

The woman scowled, reaching down with her free hand to pick her ax back up. She ran towards Peko, throwing the ax as she approached. Peko ducked just before it hit her, the weapon instead landing in a tree just behind her. The large man was out cold, so Peko released her grip on that braid in order to grab the ax. She tugged the woman forward and held the ax up right over the woman’s chest, pressing just enough to threaten a small cut.

“I do not wish to kill you, please do not force my hand,” Peko said as the woman’s eyes widened. When the woman made no move to attack, Peko tugged her braid to the side so she would fall to the ground beside the large man.

It was then that Peko noticed the leader of the group was standing over Fuyuhiko, knife swinging down as the prince held a hand up to try to protect himself. Pulling her braids free, Peko grabbed her sword from the ground and began running towards Fuyuhiko, a weapon in each hand. The knife sliced the prince’s palm open before Peko could reach him, his pained scream ringing in her ears.

Instead of going for the leader right away, Peko ran past him, throwing the ax into a tree as she tugged the rope from the hands of the remaining underling. Before the man could fight, Peko had pushed him to the ground, red eyes bright with fury as she held the tip of her blade over the man’s neck, close enough that when he gulped, it left a small scratch.

“Run,” she insisted, pulling her sword away as she spun to face the leader, “And you, back away from him.”

The leader scoffed, but turned away from the prince in order to face Peko, “I should’ve taken care of you myself. Don’t worry sweetheart, I won’t hurt him too bad so long as he doesn’t fight back. You, on the other hand…”

As the leader lunged forward, Peko dropped her sword, holding the rope she’d stolen taut as she ducked below the man’s blade. She surged forward, headbutting him in the stomach before reaching above her head and grabbing his wrist, twisting it painfully and forcing him to drop his knife. She quickly wrapped the rope around that wrist, standing up straight as she forced his arm behind his back. As he screamed and reached for a knife with his free hand, Peko grabbed that wrist as well and pulled it to join the first. After tying his wrists together, she pushed him to the ground in front of Fuyuhiko and put her foot against his back.

“You will apologize,” She demanded, “And you will not threaten him again.”

Fuyuhiko quickly stood up, holding his bleeding palm tightly in his free hand as he looked down at the bandit at his feet.

“Fuck--fine! I’m sorry!” The bandit gave in, bowing his head, “I’m sorry, your highness, I’ll--I won’t do it again!”

“You’re fucking right,” Fuyuhiko scowled, kicking the man’s shoulder, “I should have you all killed right now for that. That’s what my father would do, and I’m starting to think you deserve it.”

“Please, have mercy on me. I swear I’ll never attack you or any member of the royal family again, just please don’t kill me,” The bandit begged, and Peko pressed harder on his back in response.

“Would you have me kill them, sir?” Peko asked. Whether she wanted to do it or not didn’t matter, she would obey his orders without question. All she needed was for him to say yes.

“...no. Leave them, but we take their weapons,” he decided after a moment.

Peko quickly gathered the knives from the leader, as well as the ax she’d taken from the woman. She also took a strip of cloth from the man with the rope and gave it to the prince, helping him wrap it tightly around his wound.

The pair left the group of bandits on that road as they continued on their way as dusk overtook the sky, a full moon slowly rising.

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you make a fool of death with your beauty .7

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chapter seven – love like a bullet

 The week in which someone dies, they meet Tsumiki’s killer, and Hajime realises that he’s in love with two people at once, is also the week in which Kazuichi tries to sell The Pie Hole’s customers his new product.

“For limited time only! A cologne for men that is guaranteed to get you a woman! Perfect for a Christmas gift.”

“Is that just the cologne that you tried to sell last year in a different bottle?” Fuyuhiko asks.

“No comment,” Kazuichi says.

“That means it is,” Nagito says to Fuyuhiko in a stage whisper. Fuyuhiko snorts. Hajime notes that the bags under his eyes are deeper.

“Come on, guys!” Kazuichi whines, walking over to slump in a stool next to Fuyuhiko. “It’s Christmas on Friday. It’s Tuesday. You can’t have possibly bought all your presents by now.”

“Kazuichi, just because you’re a mess doesn’t mean we all are,” Peko says as she exits the kitchen. She comes behind the counter to stand next to Hajime and faces Fuyuhiko. “I managed to get us tickets to that museum you wanted to go to.”

Fuyuhiko grins wryly at her. “Are you trying to butter me up or somethin’?”

She shrugs. “Maybe. Or maybe I just want to spoil you. Is that so bad?”

Fuyuhiko opens his mouth to reply but Kazuichi leans over and interrupts him. “You know what would go well with a museum date? Cologne.”

Nagito laughs. Fuyuhiko doesn’t. “Try to sell me that thing one more time and I’ll crack you over the head with it.”

“He says that in a very loving and friendly way,” Hajime interjects.

“No, I don’t,” Fuyuhiko deadpans before Peko drags him through the kitchen to her office.

There is a beat of silence.

“So, do you think they’re making out or what?” Kazuichi says.

Hajime throws a dirty rag at him while Nagito laughs.

//

 Here’s the thing: Peko is a lot of things and mysterious may be one of them, but to Hajime she is one of the most straight-forward people he has ever met.

Her story is a simple one and was told to him in a brief few sentences, minutes before their first shift at The Pie Hole.

Her family was a foreign one, and a very rich one.

They were involved in some deep politics and had intended to marry her off to a Duke as soon as they could.

The night they met was after she had run away because they had told her their plan. She had returned but when she saw him again all those years later, she wanted something more for herself. She wanted to build something that would actually mean something to her.

(Hajime had only nodded and a few months later told her about his powers. A few days after that she had hugged him as tight as she could and thanked him with her voice raw and open in a way that had made his eyes water.

They had burned her red dress on the first anniversary of The Pie Hole’s opening. They had made smores.)

 //

 On the Wednesday, Sonia and Gundham come into The Pie Hole and Hajime asks them if anything was strange about their apartment.

“Well,” Sonia says, her pointer finger coming up to tap on her chin. “Our door doesn’t actually lock.”

“What?” Fuyuhiko asks. “How can you live in an apartment that doesn’t lock?”

“We use the door chain to lock the door at night but you cannot lock the door with a key at all,” Sonia explains.

“There is an angry aura surrounding the place,” Gundham says. “There is a crack right next to the door and some scratches on the floor.”

“Sounds like there was a struggle there,” Fuyuhiko muses. Chiaki hums in agreement.

Watson huffs and presses her face against Gundham’s thigh. “Hello,” he coos, reaching down to pat her and pulling out dog treats to feed her. Watson barks happily.

“He just carries them around with him?” Hajime asks.

Sonia looks away from Watson and Gundham who she had been watching with a fond grin. “Yes. Gundham is a dog trainer!” Gundham puffs out his chest proudly.

“You’re joking,” Fuyuhiko says, his expression incredulous. Sonia turns to him with a confused look. “Wow, you’re not joking.”

“Anyway,” Hajime interjects before someone’s feelings get hurt. “Thank you, a lot, guys.”

“It was no problem,” Sonia says and smiles brilliantly.

“Do you need someone to train…” Gundham starts.

“Watson,” Chiaki supplies. “And if you want to then sure!”

Gundham gives Chiaki a rare smile and the two of them start discussing the training course for Watson.

“Well, I’m gonna go tell Kyouko what we found out. Tell Peko that I’ll be back soon.” With a final glance around, Fuyuhiko disappears out the front door.

Hajime thinks that he seems more jumpy than usual but he doesn’t know what to make of it.

 //

 Here’s the thing: Gundham and Sonia are very strange but Hajime thinks that he likes them.

Once, when Hajime had asked Sonia why she was dating Gundham, out of pure curiosity. She had replied, “Because he is the most magnificent person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.”

(It was almost sweet if Hajime hadn’t also asked Gundham the same question and he had replied, “Because she is the Queen of the Underworld.”

Well, Hajime can bring back the dead so he doesn’t think he has the right to judge too much.)

 //

 Hajime is wiping down counters on the day before Christmas, just after closing time when someone waltzes into The Pie Hole.

“We’re closed,” Fuyuhiko says without looking up from his paper. Hajime almost tells him that he doesn’t actually work here but when he looks at the person that is standing in front of the door, his mouth goes dry.

“I’m not here for pie,” the person says.

Fuyuhiko freezes.

Hajime knows that this man is Fuyuhiko’s father the way that he knows when his pies are done, the way he knows when Kazuichi is lying to him, the way he knows when Peko’s mind isn’t on what’s happening in front of her.

“Get the fuck out,” Fuyuhiko growls before Hajime can process what to do. It’s only them in The Pie Hole; Nagito and Chiaki had gone home already and Peko had retired early because of a headache that she had tried to hide from them.

“It’s rude to ignore my letters, Fuyuhiko,” his father says, ignoring what his son had said in favour of taking a seat next to him. Fuyuhiko hops up as though he had been burned.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me? After years of ignoring all of mine, you think that you have the moral high ground here?!”

“Maybe you should go,” Hajime says, trying to diffuse the situation.

“No. Someone killed one of my men and I want to know who,” Fuyuhiko’s father says.

“Oh, I see,” Fuyuhiko says. “I am dead to you until you need me to do something for you. Oh, yeah, Dad, let me just hop on that and then you can go back to never thinking about me ever again.”

“I have thought about you every single day,” his father snaps.

“Oh, big fucking whoop. Never made you ever actually talk me,” Fuyuhiko snaps back.

“I couldn’t – “

“Oh, I know. The clan is more important. Fuckin’ spare me.” Fuyuhiko turns around and disappears into the kitchen. Hajime can hear his pots smash into the ground.

“Look,” Fuyuhiko’s father says and he looks as tired as Hajime does. “I’ll tell you whatever you need to know.”

“I don’t think I should – “ Hajime starts.

“Do you know Junko Enoshima?” his father asks. Hajime stares for a moment before he nods. “She owed me some money. I doubt you knew about it, she was good at hiding it. We didn’t even know that she was pitching above her weight before my accountant found out. I demanded that she pay us back but she refused. I sent one of my men to rough up her sister and I haven’t seen him since.”

Hajime’s mind swarms with questions and his skin crawls at having to deal with this man. “Has she paid you back now?” He nods. “What does your…man look like?”

“Tall guy. Kind of has a mohawk. He was a biker before I took him on board. His name is Mondo Oowada.”

Hajime just nods. “Right. You should um – You should go.”

Fuyuhiko’s father looks at Hajime pleadingly. “Can you tell Fuyuhiko that I do love him. I do.”

Hajime says he will.

(He doesn’t.)

 //

 Here’s the thing: The Yakuza have a code. And that is that family always comes first, above all else. And breaking that code means being disowned and ostracised.

Fuyuhiko had broken the code when he had phoned the police on his uncle for beating his mother when he was seventeen.

Fuyuhiko had been unrecognisable to his own family and left out in the cold. He had run away but his mother had stayed, claiming that Fuyuhiko was a foolish child and that she at least knew her place.

(It had all been a waste anyway. His uncle had gotten out of jail after a couple of years and the first thing he had done was put a bullet in Fuyuhiko’s mother.

Fuyuhiko didn’t find out until a year later when he had tried to send a letter to her. He had received a post-it note from his father, telling him what had happened.

He keeps her locket in the drawer next to his bed.)

 //

 “Would you bring anyone else back?” Chiaki asks him while curled up on his sofa. Ever since Peko forgot to bring her home, Chiaki has started leaving some of her clothes at Hajime and Nagito’s apartment and started staying the night more and more.

“Like who?” Hajime asks from the kitchen. He’s trying to work on a new recipe for The Pie Hole but his mind is too preoccupied with what happened on the day before, with Fuyuhiko and his father. Hajime had to chase after Fuyuhiko once his father had left and caught him in a back alleyway. Fuyuhiko had kicked over a bin and punched a wall before Hajime managed to subdue him.

(“I have a little sister, you know?” Fuyuhiko had said, looking beaten down by the world. His knuckles are bleeding. “I’ve never met her.”

“Oh, Fuyuhiko,” Hajime had said. He had wrapped his arms around Fuyuhiko but it hadn’t felt like enough.)

“Hajime?” Hajime jumps and turns to see Chiaki frowning at him with concern. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, sorry what were you saying?”

She stares at him for another moment but turns back to Watson who is idly chewing on a bone. “I was just asking if you would bring back any one else back. Like Nagito and all that.”

Hajime hums in thought. “I’ve talked to them about it a few times. Peko doesn’t want to trade someone else’s life for her’s so she’s against it. Fuyuhiko feels the same. Nagito wants to be brought back as long as I touch him again just before I die so we can go together. Kazuichi just wants brought back full stop.”

Chiaki nods as though she thought so. “I don’t know why I want to know, I just…I have this bad feeling, you know? I don’t know why.” Watson whines and abandons her bone in favour of pressing her face into Chiaki’s stomach. Chiaki buries her face into her fur. “I feel like I’m going to lose someone that I have come to care about and I don’t want that to happen but I don’t know how to stop it.”

Hajime stands helplessly in his kitchen, wanting to comfort her but being unable to. “I’m sure we’ll all be alright,” he says. She looks up at him with watery eyes. “We’ve endured a lot. Whatever is coming, we’ll endure as well.”

She smiles at him and turns to Watson to play with her. Hajime bites down on his lip harshly. The bad feeling is also in his stomach and he doesn’t know what to do about it either.

 //

 Here’s the thing: Christmas has always been a holiday that has marked the years of Hajime’s life.

When he was younger, he had adored it. He remembers one particular Christmas in which he had gone sledding with Kazuichi.

In the years after his parents had died, the holiday had only been a reminded of how alone he was and how cold the world could become.

In the most recent years, they had been happy again. Surrounded by his new family that he had found all on his own, Hajime felt more at home than he had since the car crash.

(This Christmas was going to be one that they will all remember forever .)

[heavyelectricity]

1, 2, 3, 4, 9, 10, 15, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 37, 38, 68~ Also happy fingers in his ass Sunday, Komaeda is on his way

Loads of spoilers here, so this one’s going under a read more!

1/ Favorite Game?I think Danganronpa V3 is the best of the lot. The game design is great, the cast is well-developed all round, and although some people hate the batshit plot twists I think it works well as a meta commentary - especially if things are as they seem and it is in fact the last game in the series.

2/ Least Favorite Game?The original. Not that it’s a bad game, just that it has simplistic cases and obvious culprits as compared to the rest of the series. It needed to, though - you couldn’t just lob the second game at someone.

3/ Favorite OST?I love the sunny sounds of the second game. When I first played it the soundtrack already felt familiar, because Masafumi Takada also worked on Flower, Sun, and Rain - another game with a seaside setting and an unsettling atmosphere, which I also happen to love.

4/ Favorite Minigame?Wait, does this mean the trial minigames or the external minigames? Hm. I quite like Debate Scrum in the trials. My favourite external one is Ultimate Talent Development Plan just because of the fun little interactions between the students.9/ Favorite Execution?I think Leon’s might be the best - it’s simple, brutal, and effective. You can see how it’d kill a person and it could feasibly be pulled off. I also love the symbolism of Kaede’s in V3, and Peko’s in 2 is good too.10/ Least Favorite Execution?In the games, Excavator Destroyer (Alter Ego) - it’s just not too imaginative. However, the Danganronpa 3 anime has the worst ones overall. The poison bracelets add tension but generally suck, and Chiaki’s unnamed execution is drawn out and horrible. Supposedly, the series’ writer created Chiaki because he’d like to meet a woman like her. If I were such a woman, seeing what he has done to her, I’d run a mile.15/ Favorite Research Lab?I love Miu Iruma and I love her lab. My room is a bit of a workshop at all times, and I’d love her equipment.26/ Favorite Mascot?It can’t be anyone other than Monokuma. He’s a devious little shit and I can’t help but both simultaneously love and hate the fucker. He’s got my evil sense of humour.27/ Least Favorite Mascot?I thought Kurokuma was not nearly as fun as I might have hoped. Just an annoying character.28/ Favorite Monokub?They’re all kinda terrible (on purpose, I gather) but Monophanie at least had a fun moment during (sniffle) Gonta’s execution.29/ Least Favorite Monokub?Monokid is the worst of a bad bunch.30/ Smartest Murder Plan?Annoyingly, Nagito’s insane troll logic plan to get himself murdered. Although he clearly suffered horrific injuries and died, knowing it was self-inflicted actually detracted from the satisfaction I derived from seeing him dead. (Not as much as the ending of Danganronpa 3 did, though.)37/ Favorite Character?Chiaki Nanami. I think there’s a misunderstanding of her as having waifu appeal, and it’s not that - it’s that I identify with her. Loves games of all kinds, even odd and obscure ones. Sleeps in inappropriate places and situations. Well-liked socially despite not having tremendous social skills. Doesn’t hurt that she’s cute, but honestly I’d almost want to be her if it weren’t for her unfortunate habit of being killed in horrible ways.38/ Least Favorite Character?Nagito Komaeda, without a doubt. Though Kokichi gives him a run for his money and Hiyoko is awful, it’s gotta be Nagito. Yes, he’s obnoxious for most of Danganronpa 2. Yes, his one-note “hope vs despair” personality is grating. Yes, his inclination towards extremism is ridiculous. But what really gets me about this prick? Apart from being directly responsible for a Chiaki execution, he’s a total fucking karma houdini. In Danganronpa 3: Despair Arc, he tries to blow up the school just to postpone an exam, and evades punishment just because nobody died and that’s somehow proof of his luck “talent”. He gets to go out on his own terms in Danganronpa 2, and gets his way in the process. And then after everything he puts everyone through, at the end of Danganronpa 3 it’s revealed that he got to survive anyway. The only good thing he ever does (trying to stop Junko’s plan) is botched anyway. He constantly refers to himself as worthless trash, and he’s being unnecessarily kind to himself. Fuck Nagito Komaeda.68/ What Would Be Your Ultimate Title?I’m not sure I’m the best at anything I do.The thing I’m best at is my job, so Ultimate Game Historian, or something like that.

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Byakuya, Celestia, Hiyoko and Fuyuhiko reacting to their s/o giving them sass for the first time.

This was really fun to write! Sorry for having you wait so long but thanks so much for requesting it ^^ 

- Mod Terra

Byakuya Togami:

If you were the partner of someone like Byakuya, you would most definitely be someone that he holds a high regard of and sees as his equal--that’s just common sense

But even so, there are some moments where he slips up and compares you to everyone else; and he doesn’t even apologize for it because come on, this is Byakuya we’re talking about--he never apologizes even when he’s wrong

You’ve put up with it and you know that he loves you but one day he caught you in an extremely bad mood--the necklace that your grandmother gave to you broke and you’ve been crying about it when he showed up, and he just rolled his eyes and tell you that he’d just buy you a new one

That’s when you snapped and told him, “well if you care so much about money and think that it’s going to solve every problem then why don’t you just marry it?!”

When you realized what you said, you just stared at him wide-eyed, and he was giving you the same look; the same thought was running through both of your minds: did you just really say that?

You weren’t going to back down and apologize, though; you knew that he took it too far and it was his fault, but you weren’t expecting him to actually apologize so you just turned around and excused yourself

That’s when he grabbed your arm and told you red-faced, “Wait. I did not anticipate that you’d actually speak back to me. It made me remember the reason why I chose you as my partner… Anyways, I apologize. I’ll get someone to fix your necklace.”

Then he turned away, his pride not allowing him to spend more time with you, but you knew that he’s actually sorry--you giggle into your palm a little before walking away

Celestia Ludenberg:

Celestia is a snarky person herself, unafraid to speak her mind or lie with a smile on her face as if she isn’t aware that she did something wrong

With her partner, she’d be the type to toy with them for amusement and also get them to gamble with her when she’s bored

She’ll be a bit too demanding sometimes, and she’s used to getting what she wants because she never loses in gambling--gamble with her and it’d be like signing a death warrant or something

You love her, yes, but sometimes she just toys with you a little too much and it just starts to hurt your feelings--especially when she’s smiling at you like she enjoys seeing you frustrated

One day when you’re just minding your own business and she’s lazing around on the sofa, she’ll just say, “Love, could you make me a cup of tea? Not the last one you made; that was a bit too terrible for me. No cream or mi-”

And you just couldn’t help but interrupt her mid-sentence, “If you want it in a specific way then why don’t you do it yourself? You have legs don’t you?”

She’d stop talking entirely--you were behind the sofa holding your mouth because where the hell did that come from?!

She wouldn’t talk for a while and you’d be so worried that you hurt your feelings; eventually you walk towards the sofa and try to apologize when you hear her giggles

She stands up with a smile on her face and says, “Oh my. I’m truly sorry if I’d stepped on boundaries I shouldn’t have, love. I appreciate you... That’s why I’m going to help you make tea and you’re going to tell me how you like it. Sound fair?”

You blink in awe and she giggles and kisses you on the cheek before heading to the kitchen--you follow soon after with a bright smile and a better understanding of Celestia

Hiyoko Saionji:

Hiyoko is... honestly trying her best to be a good partner to you and keep her sarcastic side to herself but she’s only human after all, and she’s bound to let it slip every now and then

And there’s also those moments where she gets so flustered over something you did or said to her that she’ll just start cursing and berating you because Hiyoko is a huge tsundere and that’s just what she does--it’s a defense mechanism

You’re going to have a lot of patience to be with Hiyoko--and even you can snap under stress, it’s not an uncommon occurrence at all

You’re just going to be having a relaxing afternoon with Hiyoko--just lying down on the couch and watching a show--and then she’ll start complaining about it and calling the actors bad and making unnecessary commentary

At one point you get so fed up with it and say, “Well if you think you can do better, feel free to become an actor.”

She stops talking and just stares at you--and you stare back with the face of a broken man; what have you done?

You reach out a hand to apologize but then she just bursts in tears and calls you an idiot for being mean to her--and you just take her in your arms and try to calm her down the best you can, your chest contorting in guilt from actually upsetting her

Eventually she’ll get tired and just calm down to sniffling with you just rubbing circles on her back

She asks you if you meant what you said and you’ll tell her that you were just frustrated because you liked the show and she kept trashing it and she’s grumble a little before saying that she’s sorry

“I didn’t know you liked that show, I just thought it was just a random one you picked... I’m sorry, I won’t talk shit about it anymore so... if there’s anything I do that annoys you, please tell me a bit nicer...”

You agree and just hold her in your arms for the rest of your day

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu:

He’s a trashtalker, that’s for sure, and he’s not going to change anytime soon either

As his partner, you’ll be put on a pedestal and make sure that you’re not in any danger--he’s in the Kuzuryuu clan, after all, and he definitely has enemies that are itching to bring his clan down

He wants to make sure that you’re safe at all times and as much as you appreciate him for caring so much about you, it just gets so annoying after a while

It started off alright with just a few warnings here and there but after a close call with you and an opposing clan, Fuyuhiko gets super protective over you

Every time you leave your house, a yakuza from his clan is following you around to make sure that no one attacks you while Fuyuhiko isn’t around

You’d bring out your phone and call him; he picks up immediately and the first thing you hear is, “Are you alright? Did something happen?”

And you argue that you don’t need a bodyguard following you around and he argues back that he’s just doing this to keep you safe

You roll your eyes and reply sarcastically, “Oh wow. What’s next? You’re going to install cameras in my house? Yeah, that’d be such a great idea, Sweetheart.”

The line goes silent for a while and you wonder if he’s still there until you hear a sigh

“Okay, I’m sorry. Heck, even Peko told me to tone things down a little before you start getting annoyed by it. You’re pretty tough, I shouldn’t have underestimated you. I’ll... drop by and visit you later okay? I’ll call off the bodyguard.”

Later that night he arrives to your house with a bouquet of flowers in his hands and a blush on his face

You just smile and pull him inside, already excited just to spend more time with him

[shsl-shipper-gamer-fangirl]

More dangan thieves

“Toot! Toot! This is a HOLD UP!”

“Or maybe doot doot? Ibuki can’t choose which gun to use! Tu turuu~”

“Cease your movement, unruly shadows! Do not make me repeat myself.“

“Are you sure that’s aaaaall the money you have? Let’s open you up and check just to be sure!“

Ibuki Mioda Codename: Noise or Encore Arcana: Sun

Mask: Metal face mask from Mad Max except it extends up to her two oni horns hair [NOTE: unlike all the other masks, only Ibuki's doesn't cover her eyes but beware, her true power lies in her voice]

Ourfit: Looks like something picked out from Kingdom Hearts with all the unnecessary belts and zippers, honestly what style is she even going for? The color scheme is still the same except instead of the school uniform, she wears a lot of leather like a post-apocalyptic musician. Her gloves are mismatched: her right is pink and ends at her wrist while her left is striped pink and ends at her elbow.

Persona: Mousai [yes, she gets all 9 muses in 1 summon, she calls them her band]

*NOTE: Ibuki is that one character who actually tried to apply to become a Dangan Thief. In a convenient turn of events, she managed to eavesdrop on one of their meetings (who knew that doing dubious vocal training at suspicious corners would pay off!) and she was excited as hell! She thought they were cool and wanted to try it out. Through sheer confidence (much to the annoyance of the party), she was able to convince them to let her join (mostly to watch) on one of their field days. Things escalated but thankfully she awakened her persona in the moment of crisis.

Skillset: Strong nuclear skills, weak to psychokinesis; high critical rates but also low resistance to status ailments

Weapons: Guitar axe, sword flute, hammer drum, tuning dagger, trombone shotgun, trumpet pistol, harp crossbow, violin bow, french horn grenade launcher (where does Ibuki get all these weapons?!)

All-Out Attack Card: "Face the music" blasting from speakers (think Coma Doof of Mad Max Fury Road) with her weapon on fire she shouts, "This girl is on fiyaaaaaah!"

Awakening Scene: Mousai: All this shouting reminds us of a song, does it not? A pitiful song. Look at them, walking all over you, drumming to a rhythm that silences yours. Are you just going to let this miserable song go on? Where is your voice? Why aren't you singing louder than these fools who think they can!

Ibuki: This is the part where Ibuki proves you wrong mysterious voice inside Ibuki's head! Clearly you're new to my concert 'cause you would know that I was just warming up! Ibuki didn't become a rockstar by being quiet, Ibuki ROARED! I'll show you just how loud I can be at FULL VOLUME!

Mousai: And here we thought you couldn't get any louder. Your song has finally reached us. As you already know, all great musicians had to sign a contract. I art thou... thou art I...

Ibuki: ROCK AND ROCK AND ROCK AND ROCK AND ROCKROCKROCKROCKROCK AND ROLL, MOUSAI!

Quotes: "Onwards to the next concert, Ace Detective!" "Too fast! I didn't even get to do a solo!" "I leveled up! And I have song to celebrate with!" “Oooooh! A new skill! I can totally rock this!” "That sparkle! That shine! That shining shimmering splendid! It's a treasure chest! Let's go for it!" "A safe room you say? Let's take five and rehearse." “Nothing exciting like wandering in someone's world inside their head.” "Hehehe... I'm just warming up. Bring on the show!" “Can I get an encore? Do you want more?” "Wheeeeeew, boy am I pooped! Let's stop the tour here please." "Look, a shadow! We should go say hi!" “A rabbid fan saw us! Run run run RUN!” "It's like an amateur facing off with a pro... boring and unfair." “Mmmmmhhhhh, I feel like that one would explode with just one note.” "Huh?! You want to fight that? Okay but this is a death flag just saying." “Watch out! This feels like one of those important showdowns! Gotta get your cool lines ready beforehand.” “All my friends, we're glorious! Tonight we are victorious!”

*BATON PASS!* "LET'S MAKE SOME NOISE!" *PROTECT* "Move, bitch! Get out the way!" *ENDURE* "Ugh... My last one standing game is strong!" *PERSONA!* "Burn the stage down, Mousai!" *Follow Up* "Need a second voice for that solo?" *Cover Fire* "Please oh please let me do the chorus." *Harisen Recovery* "Wake up, get up, GET OUT THERE!" *low on health* "I can see it... my ending! AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" *healing someone* "Don't die on me for plot device!" *getting healed* "Aaaaaaah! Feeling alive is so much better than feeling dead." *giving buffs* "Power ups for more power!" *physical attacks* "How do you like the sound of that?" *attacking* "GET REKT!" *attack misses* “Oh no! My hidden ditzy character is showing!" *couldn't finish off enemy* "Can't believe it didn't die, so rude!" *fainting* "It's weird... I can't seem to hear anything... so sad." *getting resurrected* “An encore? Well don't mind if I do!"

[lmao these are all song lyrics] *status ailment* "I, I shake it off! I shake it off!" Burn: "It's fire burning! Fire burning on the dance floor!" Freeze: “Yo, VIP, Let's kick it!!!! Ice! Ice! Baby!” Shock: "Girl, I'm all charged up! Cutie! Electro-cutie!" Forget: "See you driving 'round town with the girl I love and I'm like. Forget you! Ooh, ooh, ooh~" Charm: "We found love in a hopeless place~" Rage: "Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the... FLOOOOOOOOOR!" or “ORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!” Despair: "Please don't take... my sunshine away..." Hunger: "Ah ya ya ya ya I! Keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean!" Dizzy: "You spin my head right round, right round. When you go down, when you go down down." Sleep: “In the jungle... the mighty jungle... the lion sleeps tonight... A weema-weh, wimoweh, wimba way, awimbawe..." Silence: *#@$%&?! or (somebody stole my car radio and now I just sit in silence) Mouse: *to the tune of hickory dickory dock* "Squeaksqueaksqueak squeaksqueaksqueak squeak~"

Mementos Chats: "The acoustics here are amazing! I bet I can yell and it would ECHOOOOOOOO!" "Uuuuuuuggggggghhhhh. Why does Silence even exist? It just makes me want to be LOUDER!" "I tried singing to them shadows, like legit singin not attacking-singing. And they just exploded? Rude!" "Shadows haven't developed the advanced hearing we people persons have. Otherwise they would have been enjoying my concerts." "Hey, maybe I should write my next song about Dangan Thieves. 'You stole my heart so I'm stealing your distorted desires'"

Ibuki: Maybe I should try bringing more instruments next time. I want to try pulling off a concert with my new band! Hajime: For the last time, your persona is not a band. Please only limit summoning them for thieving purposes.

Hajime: I knew you always had a dangerous taste in music but this is just taking it to the next level. Ibuki: What are you talking about, SpaceAce? This is just my usual.

Chiaki: This is so exciting, I think. I've always liked those characters who literally use music to attack. Ibuki: Awwww, that's so sweet of you, Bonbon. I'm gonna dedicate my next song to you!

Nagito: You are lively as always, ahahaha. Nothing can keep your hope quiet, how wonderful! Ibuki: Damn right! Noise is here to turn up the volume!

Fuyuhiko: Where the fuck do you get all these crazy shit weapons? Ibuki: They're Noise Originals obviously! Made them myself to use during concerts but my bandmates never let me.

Peko: The way you wield your instruments... it is quite intriguing. It looks reckless but under trained eyes, it actually holds perfect form. You make it look so easy. Ibuki: Hrrrrr, I don't really get what you say. I just play like how I would, ya know?

Mahiru: Please tell me you don't actually use your weapons in real life. Ibuki: Definitely nadah! Noise is against fighting. Oh, but I do use them to play some sweet notes sometimes.

Ibuki: If I can summon nine people, that's eight more than normal! Oh, no! Does that mean Noise has multiple personalities! Impostor: No, that's not it. I can assure you that's not your case and there's no need for you to worry.

Impostor: Ibuki:

Tsumiki: U-Um, please not so loud when near other people. Hiiii! I'm so s-sorry! It's just, um... it could cause hearing problems so... sorry! Ibuki: It's cool, dokidoki! I just gotta be loud far far away, got it.

Sonia: You have quite the unique persona. To think that your other self looks like a group of nine persons, how interesting! Ibuki: I knooooow! It's like my fantasy band! Me, myself, and I, and I, and I, and I, and I, and I, and I, and Loud I.

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Gundam Tanaka Codename: (Evil Overlord) Lich Arcana: Strength

Mask: Aku Shogun of Sorrow Mask by EpicLeather

Ourfit: Typical evil overlord getup (think castlevania dracula). Old fashion, dark and edgy, with a cape (black on the outside, violet on the inside), and his purple long scarf still wrapped around his neck. His left sleeve is rolled up until his elbow but instead of bandages, there's a gauntlent made of bones. His gloves have a skeletal design.

*IMPORTANT NOTE: Even though none of his hamsters have awakened, Gundam still insists on bringing the Four Dark Devas of Destruction with him, even going so far as making them all tiny  individual masks, and redubbing them as the Four Dangan Devas of Thieving. Their codenames are as follows:

"Supernova Silver Fox" San-D: Inari "Mirage Golden Hawk" Jum-P: Horus "Crimson Steel Elephant": Ganesha "Invading Black Dragon" Cham-P: Ao Shun

Persona: Kaminari-sama, god of lightning, thunder, storms Note: unlike popular depictions, Gundam's persona looks more adorable than threatening, it's cute AF, takes a form similar to the momonga, japanese dwarf flying squirrel, but with sparks

Skillset: Strong zio skills but weak to garu Weapons: Pair of sai and revolver or flintlock

All-Out Attack Card: “INFINITY UNLIMITED FLAME” written in a summon circle with dark flames scorching in the background and he says, "Ha! You weak creatures make me laugh!"

Awakening Scene: Kaminari-sama: How many times more will you let people make a mockery of your power? You are a Lord of Darkness, are you not? And yet rather than respect, they throw ridicule and insults at you, call you a false god. A powerless god. I ask you this, are you truly that powerless?

Gundam: For a demon born from the abyss of my heart, you should already know the answer. I've been ridiculed enough by others so do not dare join their mockery! A powerless god you say, ha! They spout insults AND lies! My power is no joke. And they would regret every word they said that assumed otherwise!

Kaminari-sama: Spoken like a true Dark Lord. As long as you understand your rights then let us proceed with the contract. I art thou... thou art I... The power you've longed for is already within your grasp. You are no benevolent god. You are an Evil Overlord who destroys all obstacles and punishes all those who oppose you!

Gundam: That's right! Bwahaha! At last! The seal on my dark powers has finally been broken! From this day forth, I have been born anew, only to lay waste to those before me! Strike them down, Kaminari-sama!

Codename: Gundam: Hahaha! At last! The time to unleash my wrath upon the world has come! Tremble before the destructive force before you!

Chiaki: Congratulations on unlocking your persona, Gundam. New party member acquired!

Nagito: It was quite the sight to behold, your awakening, truly I am lucky to witness such hope. Ah, and now you've decided to join us as well. Hmmm, I suppose it's time to address the next issue. So what should his codename be?

Gundam: Ha! I've been waiting for this moment! From here on out you shall address me by my true name! For I am Evil Overlo—

Mahiru: Overruled.

Gundam: W-What's this blasphemy? I haven't even finished yet!

Fuyuhiko: Yeah, you don't need to finish that for us to know it was going to be a long ass name. Newsflash edgelord, we're only shooting for two syllables at most.

Gundam: How preposterous! That is simply not enough to seal my abyssmal power in words. Do you not understand the consequences should my strength remain unrestrained? This pathetic world shall be torn asunder!

Peko: Perhaps we should hear him out first. There must be at least something short for a codename in what he was proposing. Let's try to focus on the main component of his name and then debate on the honorifics later. Is that acceptable enough?

Gundam: Hmph, as long as you do not forget then I shall agree to those terms for now.

Tsumiki: Then um... What would you l-like your codename to be?

Gundam: Evil Overlord of the Underworld

Mahiru: Too long! And I still can't pick any of those for a codename! Take this seriously, will you?

Gundam: You dare question my name? It would seem mortals still lack the skill to comprehend true power before their eyes.

Impostor: It's actually more of a technicality. We can't call you Overlord or Lord because it'll simply get confused with mine, King. Evil and Underworld are out of the question. Is there no other name you wish to go by?

Gundam: Ah... I see. Someone else has claimed a similar name. Even a dark lord such as myself knows to honor rights. I did not foresee such an event.

Chiaki: In other words, you didn't have any backup aliases... I think.

Sonia: Hold your head high, my dark overlord! For I shall crown you with a name worthy of your esteem!

Gundam: What? What is this name that you speak of, Dark Queen?

Sonia: *whispers to herself* Actually, I go by Enchantress here but I don't mind being called your Dark Queen... *clears throat* There is a name spoken with fear in my country. I believe only you can hold it with the same tenacity. Lich, a being of the dark arts. It suits you, does it not, Evil Overlord Lich?

Gundam: Evil Overlord Lich... Fuhuhu... Yes! I can feel the dark arts resonating with it! COWER BEFORE THE MIGHT OF EVIL OVERLORD LICH! Bwahahaha!

Chiaki: Good for you, Evil Overlord Lich.

Hajime: No. No way. We are NOT going to call him that all the time.

Gundam: Traitor! You had promised me freedom in choosing my name! Are you saying that you had no honor to uphold those words from the very beginning!

Nagito: Oh, my. It seems you've upset him. It would be a lengthy discussion if we decide to change his codename at this point. How about we settle for a compromise instead?

Hajime: Fine. We'll call you Evil Overlord Lich whenever but in battles we are redacting that to Lich. Is that compromise enough?

Gundam: I suppose those are agreeable terms. The contract is sealed. You now have my blood in your hands, do your best to not fall prey to its insanity.

Hajime: Yeah, sure whatever. Good to know that you're finally happy. Now let's go.

Gundam: Do not dare to leave just yet. There is another important matter that needs your immediate attention. Be grateful that I had warned you or else you would have suffered a horrible death.

Fuyuhiko: Oh, c'mon! We've already spent like ten minutes here. What else do you want to talk about? Your fucking madeup backstory?

Gundam: You should tread carefully with your words, mere mortal. But no, this urgent business does not address me. It is a decision regarding beings higher than myself.

Mahiru: We get it. Higher powers. Fancy words. Just get to the point and let's be done with this.

Gundam: Now that my power has been sealed by name, I request your assistance in performing more seals... specifically four.

Quotes: "I have spells that last longer than that fight. Let us set off!" "Muwahahaha... I can feel it! Power surges through my veins!" “My repertoir increases yet again!” "A treasure chest? What dangers does this one hold within?" "We've arrived at a safe room. Do not waste this moment's reprieve." “This journey pales in comparison to the trek I did to reach the Underworld where my brethren live.” "An Evil Overlord is a being void of humanity. Worry not for I need no rest." “My mortal vessel is proving to be cumbersome. Even so, I will not let it hold me back.” "Do not mistake this exhaustion for weakness. Contain such great power puts a toll on any mortal body and my vessel has reached its limits." "Fiends run amok. Shall we cleanse the area?" “Ack! We've been sighted? They must have felt the disturbance in the air." “I take pity on these unworthy opponents.” "They are no threat to us. Quickly decide on their fates." "Tread carefully! Even from this distance, I can sense the oppressiveness of their powers." “We must prepare ourselves for this one or our lives shall be forfeit.” “Another victory to add to my inordinate saga!”

*BATON PASS!* "Face the wrath of The Evil Overlord Lich!" *PROTECT* "Fool! Defend yourself!" *ENDURE* "You fiend... Did you think that was enough to best me?" *PERSONA!* "Rise forth, Kaminari-sama!" or "Strike them down, Kaminari-sama!" *Follow Up* "Call upon my wrath!" *Cover Fire* "Let my thunderstorm rain upon them!" *Harisen Recovery* "Do not disappoint me!" *low on health* "Hmph... Did you truly think that dying would strike fear into my heart?" *healing someone* "It's far too early for you to join me in the Underworld." *getting healed* "I shall remember your generosity." *giving buffs* "By the dark arts, I imbue you with strength!" *physical attacks* "Lightning strikes! Twice!" *attacking* "Your end is nigh!" *attack misses* “Preposterous! You avoided your fate?" *couldn't finish off enemy* "Delaying the inevitable will only bring you greater suffering." *fainting* "Fallen I have... but my life was one lived to the fullest." *getting resurrected* “A second chance? If you truly miss me then I will gladly return at your call.”

*status ailment* "Curse this mortal body!" Burn: "This fire holds no flame against my Infinity Unlimited Flame!" Freeze: “This frostbite is all bark and no bite!” Shock: "Betrayed...? By my own element?" Forget: "My name... has been sealed again?" Charm: “The call of darkness beckons me!” Rage: “Face the wrath of my fury!” Despair: "All these struggles... are they even worth it?" Hunger: "The beast within howls! I recquire sustenance immediately!" Dizzy: "What's this? I can't sense their aura as sharply!" Sleep: “Snore... Tremblewithfear... Zzz...” Silence: !!! Mouse: "SQUEAK!"

Mementos Chats: "Be grateful, foolish mortals, for I am a generous Dark Lord who spares his time for your thievery." "Some of the shadows look more animalistic than fiendish... what is this inner turmoil?" "The storm surges on outside in the real world. Now is the time to strike terror into the shadows!" "I can feel it... My Evil Eye tells me that there is great malice within the walls of Mementos." "I shall conquer the real world and the cognitive world as well!" "An Evil Overlord serving as a Dangan Thief... Of course, evil is known to wear many masks."

Chiaki: Our personas should reflect our own psyches, right? Hajime: I guess. I mean they aren't called our "other selves" for no reason. Chiaki: Hmmm, I see. I wonder what that says about Lich. Nagito: Ah, I now understand why you brought this up. He does posess an... interesting persona. Fuyuhiko: Just call it as it is. It's fucking adorable that's what. Mahiru: For a guy who's edgier than a knife, he's actually a huge softie on the inside. Ibuki: Oyaoya? Could this be what they call "gap moe"? Tsumiki: B-But it's still dangerous! It h-hurt a lot when he got brainwashed and used it on me, hiiii! Impostor: True, we must not underestimate it for its appearance. His persona is terrifying... no matter how cute it seems. Peko: That may be so... I wonder if it's fur is as soft as it looks... Maybe since it's a persona, I can actually get to pet it. Sonia: It would seem that everyone has taken a liking to your persona, oh Dark One. It's very cute indeed. Gundam: Cute is not befitting for a god! It's merely a disguise for you to let your guard down- cease your shallow appraisal on its appearance!

Gundam: I thought we agreed that you would address me by my full title outside of battles. Hajime: Lich can you not.

Hajime: I can't believe you really did bring your hamsters with you... Wait, are those masks? You even made them their own masks? By hand? Gundam: How else do you suppose would they acquire garments fitting of gods?

Chiaki: Whenever Lich talks, it's like I'm playing an old fantasy RPG. Recruiting an Evil Overlord as a party member is amazing, I think. Gundam: Even for someone as aloof as yourself, you say the wisest things. No need to thank my generosity, you're welcome.

Nagito: It's actually quite thoughtful of you to make masks for your hamsters. These are very well made even. As expected of someone filled with so much hope! Gundam: Fufufu... Your praise will not earn you any favors but it is acceptable enough.

Fuyuhiko: You could tone it down with your fancy shit. Seriously just yell zio like any person with common sense would, no need for a five minute incantation full of crap. Gundam: You lack the power to understand the full potential of my spells. My incantations fuel the strength of my skills so do not underestimate their value.

Peko: Even in the Metaverse, the animal-based shadows fear me... Gundam: Do not despair over such a loss. Come now, let my Four Dangan Devas of Thieving comfort you.

Mahiru: Your outfit is impractical as always. Isn't that cape too long? You're going to step on it one day. Gundam: A small price to pay for the physical manifestation of my power. There is nothing to fear for I, Evil Overlord Lich, shall die by

Tsumiki: Um... Is it really alright for those four to join us? These battles can get life-threatening...   Gundam: Fret not, nurse of the heart. These four devas are more trained than I. Should the need arise, they are capable of defending themselves.

Impostor: So we have a King and an Overlord, and yet our leader is called Ace. Gundam: The Chosen One must humble themselves to serve a position of such high authority. Although this does bring attention to an issue. Perhaps we should discuss with him a change of title.

Ibuki: Yahooo! Now that Lychee has real powers, does that make him OOC when he talks about his fake real powers? Noise is confused. Gundam: It's Lich, Noisy One. And I don't need to understand your outdated language to know that you've thrown ridicule at me. I've always had this power. It's just that only now with the seal is broken can you bear witness to its wrath.

Sonia: Oh, how lovely! You brought the four devas with you today as well. May I? Gundam: ...They would not be so opposed.

Sonia: As expected of you! Your outfit is as handsome as your usual! Gundam: *hides under scarf* I... could say the same to you. Yours suit you quite well.

Gundam: It is... new to me to have a creature bound to me and yet have no obligation to care for it regularly. Sonia: Oh, you're talking about your persona, aren't you? I see, I didn't think it would bother you this much. That just shows how much dedicated you are, it's quite admirable.

Gundam: That was a formidable move you used back there. Your fire for chaos burns ever so fervently. Sonia: Thank you, that's one of my favorite fires actually.

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Hiyoko Saionji Codename: Ibis Arcana: Tower

Mask: Red bird shaped mask with a long black beak

Ourfit: Traditional shrine maiden attire (red hakama or pleated skirt tied with a bow, white haori, some ribbons) The sleeves look like feathers to further resemble the Japanese crested ibis.

Persona: Karura, divine creature with human torso and birdlike head

*NOTE: Hiyoko is recruited after getting Mahiru, she is introduced during one of Mahiru's confidant events. If you use Mahiru enough times in the active party then this will trigger an extra quest wherein Hiyoko eventually joins the team. She only joins because of Mahiru obviously.

Skillset: Strong garu skills and weak to zio. Good at inflicting status ailments and debuffs, and nullifying party debuffs. Weapons: Tessen (japanese war fan) and fukiya (japanese blow gun)

All-Out Attack Card: "Dance on someone's grave" painted on the backdrop of a traditional stage and she says, "Squish! Squish! Ahahaha! You're all WEAK!"

Awakening Scene: Karura: What is your next step? Will you just cry over it like some child? Have you not grown up at all? For all the elegance and maturity that your dance brings, your steps falter outside that of a stage. How pitiful. Perhaps crying suits you more than dancing given how spoiled you've become.

Hiyoko: How dare you! I'm not a kid! I haven't been a kid ever since I wore my first kimono! Why are you so mean to me? Aren't you supposed on my side? Everyone keeps ganging up on me. I hate you all! Cry? Don't make me laugh. The only ones who'll be crying are my enemies as I crush them under my heels!

Karura: Yes, that is the attitude most befitting on you. The dance is always most exciting at its climax. I art thou... thou art I... Abandon your childlike innocence, you have no need for that where we are heading. The merciless spirit of a warrior suits you more, as it should. Do not shed tears but rather strive for your enemy's bloodshed.

Hiyoko: Hmph! You don't need to tell me twice. I'm gonna have soooo much fun playing with them! And CRUSHING them to pieces. Once I enter the stage, only I leave in one piece. Dance, Karura!

Quotes: "Too easy. Hey, what are you standing there for? Let's go, bowtie." "Yaaaay! I leveled up!" “New skill! Yay! I wonder how painful this one would be!” "Look! A treasure chest! It's all sparkly and shouting to be opened!" "Finally, a safe room! My feet huuuuuurt!" “Why isn't there just a shortcut to the treasure?” "I got a good sleep which means I can play more today!" “As long as I get to kill some shadows then I guess I can go along just a bit more.” "Ehhh? We're still going? I don't wannaaaaaaa." "Look, a bug! Let's crush it." "We were spotted? This is all your fault!" “They're so weak that at least insects leave a mark after.” "Huh? Are you sure? They look pretty scary to me." “They're obviously big bad meanies. Don't get us killed over your stupidity.” “Victory! Yay! Who knew killing shadows could be so fun!”

*BATON PASS!* "Ibis elegantly flying in!" *PROTECT* "Hey, pushover!" *ENDURE* "*sniffles* I don't want to die!" *PERSONA!* "Slaughter them, Karura!" or "Soar, Karura!" *Follow Up* "Let's kill them while we're at it." *Cover Fire* "I'll help if you ask niiiiicely." *Harisen Recovery* "Don't be such a baby!" *low on health* "A little help here?!" *healing someone* "You owe me for this." *getting healed* "*mumbles* Thanks..." *giving buffs* "Now you don't have any excuse." *physical attacks* "Oh this? Don't mind the sharp edges." *attacking* "Ahahaha! You're going to get sliced like fish!" *attack misses* "Huuuh? You have a lot of nerve to dodge that!" *couldn't finish off enemy* "Seriously? Just die already!" *fainting* "*crying* Why... Why are you all so mean?" *getting resurrected* "*sniffles* Thanks. Now I can finally get my revenge."

*status ailment* "I don't feel so good... *sniffle*" Burn: "Too hot! I want some ice cream!" Freeze: “Are you trying to freeze me to death? Get me a kotatsu!” Shock: "Tch! I'm going to kill you twice for this!" Forget: "Huh? What was the next step again?" Charm: “Well who could blame me? If I'm fighting then I'm fighting with the winning team.” Rage: “I'll break you... piece by broken piece!” Despair: "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Why is this so hard!" Hunger: "Sweets! Hand me gummies right now! No yellow!" Dizzy: "Euugh... I think I'm going to be sick..." Sleep: “Zzz… CRUSH” Silence: ...! Mouse: "Squeak!"

Mementos Chats: "Killing shadows is sooooo much fun! Yay!" "You know what else is fun? Having the shadows beg for mercy as we extort more money from them. "I was raised in a traditional household and traditionally, we always get what we want." "All this fighting makes me crave for some sweets." "If I knew how much fun it is to kill shadows without consequence then I would have signed up for Dangan Thieves sooner!"

Hiyoko: Ehh? You're the leader? Well aren't you just disappointing. Hajime: I'm really starting to think we shouldn't accept everyone who joins.

Hajime: Why am I actually not surprised at how sadistically good you are at this? Hiyoko: Ew! I'm not interested so don't bother complimenting me.

Chiaki: Amazing! I've only seen it in videogames but you can actually fight using fans! Hiyoko: I can do so much more than just fight. There's slice and kill too.

Nagito: I was wondering how you would adapt here but clearly I've underestimated your hope. You're more than capable in battle, I'm pleasantly surprised by this development. Hiyoko: Why is this creep here? Are you going to kick him out or do I have to?

Fuyuhiko: Don't get all cocky just because you've got a few tricks up your sleeve. Hiyoko: Oh look, the Baby Gangster knows how to talk.

Peko: So that makes two of us with bird motifs... Hiyoko: It's frustrating that I wasn't the first one but I guess we have no choice but to share.

Tsumiki: I-I'm so happy that you're with us too! Hiyoko: Shut it! No one asked for your opinion, pig barf! But for the record, someone has to look after you so you don't screw up like you always do.

Ibuki: Ibissy~ Look at you! Killing shadows! Stealing treasures! Wow, you sure grow up fast! Hiyoko: It literally only took me one minute to get a persona and "grow up".

Impostor: Is something the matter? You've been staring. Hiyoko: Wow, I knew pork feet was rich but I didn't think you'd have the balls to wear rich.

Sonia: It's amazing watching you do battle. Your dances are just as captivating as they are deadly! Hiyoko: Not all of us can be this good so I step it up.

Gundam: Since you are new at this, I am generous enough to guide you. Should you have any questions, know that I know more than you. Hiyoko: You guys really don't discriminate when recruiting, huh.

Hiyoko: Waaaaaaaaah! I'm so happy I get to be with you more, Big Sis! Mahiru: Now, now. No need to cry. I'm happy too.

Mahiru: It's a good thing that you joined us. Your skills are unique and valuable. Debuffs can really take a toll. Hiyoko: Not as useful as yours, Big Sis! I'm so happy that there's at least one reliable person here!

Mahiru: I'm kind of jealous that everyone has such elaborate personas and mine is just... this. Hiyoko: Why are you getting sad over that? Yours is waaaay better than what the rest of these losers have.

Hiyoko: Yay! Killing shadows is way more fun than squishing bugs! Mahiru: Hearing you say that with such a carefree face makes me worry a bit... Just don't get too carried away.

[sunbrights]

fic: good for nothing

fandom: danganronpa characters/pairings: you know how I roll. fuyuhiko & peko, with a solid serving of kuzupeko on the side. rating: t read on AO3

August swelters. It’s like a tarp laid out over the city, trapping in damp air left over from the rains until it cooks. Even after dark, the temperature hasn’t tapered off; his undershirt is already sticking to a patch of sweat at the small of his back, and he hasn’t been out of the car more than a couple minutes.

To his left, Niijima lights a cigarette. To his right, Hirabayashi grunts.

Niijima flips his lighter back into his pocket. “You got a problem?”

“It’s already too fuckin’ hot, you don’t gotta make it worse.”

“It’s a lighter, don’t be a pussy.”

“I’m just saying.”

Fuyuhiko picks at the front of his dress shirt. Anything to get some goddamn airflow. “Will you two idiots shut the fuck up?”

This side street is hot on its own, lined with street vendors and their open-air grills. It’s not as busy as it could be, most people opting for something cooler to snack on or staying in entirely, but the lines still snake around the edges of the stalls. Most of them are other teenagers on summer break, fanning each other with their fingers.

A few of the line cooks meet his eye when he passes. All of them drop their gazes back down right after.

Niijima points with his chin. “There.”

It’s a skinny building near the end of the row, flanked by an alleyway on one side. The first floor is a hole-in-the-wall type place for authentic gua bao; the second floor is an apartment for the owners. It’s kinda grubby-looking, but it’s not bad. It gets good reviews online.

Niijima hangs his cigarette between his lips when he reaches for the door handle. “Hey,” Fuyuhiko barks. “Put that shit out.”

“Aw, c’mon, I just lit it—”

“You think I give a shit? They’ve got a kitchen in there, nobody wants your ash in their fuckin’ food. Fuck up your lungs on your own time.”

Niijima sighs, but flicks the cigarette to the ground between his feet. He crushes the glowing butt of it beneath his heel, and then steps forward to swing the door open. A bell over the frame rings cheerfully to announce them.

There’s a kid mopping behind the counter. He’s older than Fuyuhiko, but not by much; maybe sixteen or seventeen. (Sixteen isn’t older anymore, his brain reminds him, not unless he's counting by weeks or months.) He points a customer-service smile at the floor.

“Sorry, folks! We’re closing up early tonight. If you come back tomorrow, we—” He stands up straight to look at them, and the smile falls off his face. “... Oh.”

Niijima’s stare is level. “Yo.”

The kid recovers, sort of. His mouth stretches again, but it can’t be called a smile anymore. “Good evening, Niijima-san,” he says, strained. “We- My father wasn’t expecting you tonight.”

“That’s because I didn’t tell him we were coming,” Niijima says.

“Oh.”

The kid wrings the neck of his mop. He’s not stupid; he must know Niijima is small-time, because he makes eye contact with Fuyuhiko before his gaze drops to the floor.

“You brought a guest,” he says.

“Just bring your dad out here, kid. We ain’t here to see you.”

“He’ll want to know who’s asking.”

Ballsy, for a kid who can’t pick his eyes up out of the dirt. Niijima’s not stupid enough to talk over him, so Fuyuhiko looks at the cheap prints on the walls and lets the silence sink in.

“Kuzuryuu,” he says, and watches the sharp edges of his family name do what his face couldn't. What's left of the color in the kid's face drains away. “Fuyuhiko. That good enough to get me an audience?”

“Yeah,” the kid says meekly. “Of- Of course. I’ll get him. Please wait here.”

The kid leaves his mop and scurries into the back, the silver staff door swinging behind him. The place isn’t big; it only takes a minute or two for it to swing back open, this time with the kid in back and his father in front.

Huang is tall, skinny, and nervous. His face is heavily lined, and his hair is streaked with grey; too much, for a guy his age, even though rumor is he brought most of the stress on himself. He scans from Niijima to Hirabayashi, and then his eyes drop conspicuously down from somewhere above Fuyuhiko’s head.

“You got something you want to say?” Fuyuhiko demands. “Go on. Make my fuckin’ day.”

Huang’s eyes are dinner plates. “No!” he stammers. He clears his throat. “No, no. Just- welcome. It's an honor to have a member of Kuzuryuu-san’s family here with us today.”

His Japanese is accented, but fluent. He makes a vague gesture to the counter, where everything's already been picked clean and put away.

“Can I get you something to eat?” he asks. Behind him, the kid freezes, already halfway through closing up shop. “That is... We’ve closed the kitchen for the night, but I’m sure we could make an exception for—”

“I’m not hungry,” Fuyuhiko answers.

It’s not true. He skipped out on most of an elaborate kaiseki dinner to be here; halfway through the second course, his old man had looked at him meaningfully from across the table, and that had been that. He’s not sorry to miss it, all the choking circumstance, but the smell of seared pork wafting up from where the kid is scraping down the grill still stings his mostly-empty stomach.

“I see,” Huang says. “Business, then.” He pushes the staff door open with his palm and holds it for the three of them to come through behind him. “Please, we can talk out back.”

The back is even skinnier than the front. The staircase to the second floor takes up half the hallway on its own, leaving just enough room to walk one at a time, straight back. There’s a door on the opposite wall that Fuyuhiko assumes leads out into the alley.

There is a tall, stout woman at the bottom of the staircase. She sizes him up when he steps in, her stare hopping from his shoes to his cufflinks to his sweaty collar. She hisses at her husband in what takes Fuyuhiko a few seconds to realize is dialectal Mandarin.

He’s rusty. She talks fast, and he doesn’t practice as often as he should. By the time his brain parses her first sentence she’s already halfway through the second, so he only gets the gist of it: she’s asking about him, and whether or not he’s going to do something.

“Go back upstairs,” Huang answers in kind, under his breath.

The woman doesn’t go anywhere. She shoots Fuyuhiko a glare over her husband’s shoulder. “A little boy?” she complains, and that he understands, plain as day. “If this is who they sent, no wonder they can’t hold up their end.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fuyuhiko spits at her. She only stares back at him, derisive and uncomprehending.

Huang flinches, then simpers, one hand stretched toward the back door. “I’m sorry, my wife is still learning Japanese. If you—”

“‘They can’t hold up their end,’” Fuyuhiko repeats in Mandarin. The woman’s eyes go wide. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“I don’t understand any of this shit,” Hirabayashi grumbles behind him.

Huang scrambles to keep hold of the conversation. His eyes keep darting to the alley door, like that’s the one thing that’ll save him. “It’s not anything you need to worry yourself with,” he says. “Please. My wife has a limited understanding of our terms, she isn’t—”

She’s hiding something, is what she’s doing. She stands at the bottom of the stairs with her legs apart and her arms crossed, like she’s any kind of barrier at all.

Fuyuhiko turns the sharp corner at the end of the hallway, and ducks around her to climb the staircase.

“You can’t go up there!” she shrieks after him. When that doesn’t stop him, she shrieks at her husband instead, “You can’t let him go up there!”

“We own this whole fucking building, lady!” Fuyuhiko shouts back. He’s not conversant enough in any dialect of Chinese to be able to translate that while still preserving the tone, and he also doesn’t care, so he doesn’t bother trying. “I’ll go wherever the hell I want!”

She gets the message anyway. She stomps up the staircase after him, and seizes the back of his jacket with desperate, clawing nails. When he turns on her, ready to fling her off, all the harsh bravado is gone from her face. Her eyes shine with panicked tears.

“Stop,” she begs, in stilted Japanese.

The window at the top of the stairs is broken. It’s covered by flimsy plastic and masking tape, and hangs loose in the stagnant summer air.

On the floor above him, a child begins to cry.

He looks down over the railing, where Huang is staring up at them, frozen and pale. The woman lets him go and turns her face away, both hands pressed over her mouth. To her credit, she doesn’t let her tears spill over.

“You wanna explain to me what the fuck is going on?” Fuyuhiko asks, when Huang seems at a loss for words.

“There was a break-in,” he answers, breath short. “Two days ago. They hit my son. Threatened to take my daughter. I- I still have the money I saved to pay you! I keep it in a separate safe. But they took everything else. I know this area can be- can be rough, but the Kuzuryuu Clan has always—”

“You ain’t paid in six months,” Hirabayashi interrupts. “We don’t owe you shit.”

“I know,” Huang says. “I understand. Your family runs a business, not a charity. I wouldn’t allow my customers to eat without paying, and I wouldn’t expect you to act any differently. I’ll give you what I have, I will.” He’s wringing his hands. His voice is shaking. “But- please. My wife, my children… They have nothing to do with this. Please.”

Fuyuhiko realizes how it looks, him halfway up the stairs to where a little girl is screaming her lungs out, and the mother struggling not to cry on the step below him. Niijima and Hirabayashi both look up at him for a cue.

“Stay here,” Fuyuhiko tells them, clattering his way back down. He hugs the railing to keep from upsetting the woman’s balance.

They look at each other. Niijima fidgets. “Sir—”

“I said stay here,” he snaps. “Watch these idiots for an hour. Make sure they don’t leave. You think you can manage that, or are you gonna fuck this up, too?”

“No, sir.”

“No, you can’t manage it?”

“No.” Hirabayashi fumbles. “No, we, uh, we won’t fuck it up, sir.”

“Tch. That’s a real vote of fuckin’ confidence.”

He fights his way back through the narrow hallway and out through the front door, where the air is thick and savory-sweet. He can feel the kid watching him through the shop’s broad front window.

“Yo, Peko,” he says to the street corner. “We’re leaving.”

She melts out of the shadowed alleyway into the dim yellow glow of the outside security light. She looks unarmed. He knows she isn’t. “Yes, young master,” she says. “Huang has settled his debt?”

“I got something I need to do first. Niijima and Hirabayashi are keeping an eye on them so they don’t skip town. You’re with me.”

She looks at the door of the little restaurant, and then back at him. He waits for her objection, the one he's sure just jumped into her brain, but all she says is, “Where to first?”

*

They don’t have to go far. The cook at the stall across the street gives him a description, and the bouncer at the bar on the corner gives him a name and a hangout. Ten minutes and a train ride leads them to a gaggle of punks dressed in eye-searing sweatsuits, loitering around a tiny wedge of a city park.

They outnumber him and Peko three to one, which shakes down to odds Fuyuhiko is comfortable with.

Their skinny leader— Itou Takeshi, according to the bouncer— rolls up to his feet, hands deep in his leopard-print pockets. “Yo,” he laughs, loud enough for his crew to lift their heads. “Somebody here got a playdate?”

The rest of them laugh too, on cue, like plants in a comedy club audience paid to react at the right times. Some of them don’t even look like they’re paying attention.

Fuyuhiko grits his teeth and projects his voice. “We got business with you, bastard,” he says. “And believe me, you’re not gonna be laughing at the end of it. So spare us the fuckin’ comedy.”

Itou sputters with aggressive laughter. “Whoa-shit! Look at the potty-mouth on this pipsqueak!” He lifts his eyes past Fuyuhiko’s shoulder, his chin tilted back. “You can do better than this, babe. Whaddaya say, wanna take a ride with us instead?”

Peko doesn’t say anything. She stares him down; Fuyuhiko can feel the intensity of her glare without needing to see her face.

Itou folds his grin into a scowl, but not before his adam’s apple bobs nervously in his throat. “You should train your bitch to bark,” he spits. Literally, his head cocked to the side to send it flying toward the bushes. “But we ain’t got beef with you. So back off.”

Fuyuhiko leans over to get a better look at the guys behind him. One of them is on his phone. Another is preoccupied playing with a lighter.

“Yo,” he calls. “How many of you dumbasses knew this guy was having you steal from the Kuzuryuu Clan?”

That gets their attention. It always does.

The answer is zero, from the looks on their faces.

“Holy shit,” Itou says, before any of them can summon the courage to answer. He slaps his knees with both palms. “Is this about the gua bao shithole? Seriously? They send a kid after me over a coupla foreigners? You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. It’s like yakuza for elementary schoolers.”

He cackles at his own shitty joke, but behind him, his lackeys exchange nervous glances.

“Uh, hey,” one of them says. “You didn’t say nothin’ about that being yakuza territory, man. I’m not trying to get mixed up with that kinda shit—”

Itou glares over his shoulder. “What the fuck are you so afraid of? Some toddler and his four-eyed babysitter? If the Kuzuryuus weren’t shit, we wouldn’t have gotten in there in the first place.”

The guy goes pale. “Dude.”

“You better start listening to your little cheer squad, motherfucker,” Fuyuhiko tells him. “Quit talking out your ass and maybe you walk away from this with all your fuckin’ fingers. Maybe.”

Itou looks at him. He says, “You know what?” and then he sucker punches him, right in the jaw.

It wins Itou the crowd back, for a second. His crew lights up with whoops and laughter, their fear evaporating in the heat. Then Fuyuhiko swings his momentum back up, and clocks Itou straight across the face with the edge of his elbow.

The rest of them surge to their feet. It’s the requisite show of solidarity, but none of them are brave enough to be the first one to actually jump into the fray. They hover, fists clenched, all talk and no shit.

Itou swings wildly on his own, first throwing too-wide punches, then trying to make a messy grab at the front of Fuyuhiko’s jacket. Fuyuhiko ducks under his arm and out to the side, and Peko charges forward to fill the space. She slams her shoulder beneath Itou’s sternum, flips him up over her back, and drops him down onto the concrete with a sick crunch of bone.

The other five stop short, jaws swinging. One of them bolts right then and there, just turns tail and runs straight for the opposite fence.

“Holy shit.”

“Did you see that?!”

“That bitch dropped Itou like he was nothing! This is what I’m fucking talking about, man!”

Peko isn’t paying attention to them. She drops to pin Itou to the ground, her knee between his shoulderblades. He bucks and writhes and wriggles, but she doesn’t even look like she’s straining to keep her balance. She might as well be kneeling at a tea ceremony.

“Bitch!” Itou snarls, scrabbling against the dirt. There’s a smear of blood on his face. His nose is probably broken. “Get the fuck off of me! Fucking crazy— fucking bitch!”

Fuyuhiko lifts his head to stare down the row of punks still left. “You got five seconds to decide,” he tells them. “Are you with this asshole or not?”

It doesn’t even take them three. They scramble, grabbing at each other’s sleeves. “Let’s go, man. Come on, let’s fucking go! Let’s go!”

“Don’t leave me here!” Itou screams. “Cowards! Don’t run!” His voice cracks with panic. “They’re gonna fucking kill me!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Fuyuhiko says. He scans the perimeter of the park. “We’re not gonna kill you. You seriously think we’ve got that kinda time to waste on you?”

There. Somebody grabbed a cop, in the commotion. He’s hovering at the front gate of the park, one hand on the hinge and the other on his belt. Fuyuhiko makes eye contact; the cop tips his head down, and moves on.

“Apologize,” Peko says.

“Fuck you!”

She drags Itou back by the hair, and digs the edge of her knee into his spine. “Apologize.”

His tune turns on its head. “I’m sorry!” he gasps. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I hadn’t seen your people around there for weeks, I- I thought you moved on, or whatever! I didn’t know, I swear!”

“You swearing doesn’t count for shit,” Fuyuhiko snaps. “You think that’s gonna make up our damages?”

Itou groans, chest heaving. “I don’t have the money anymore, okay? I spent it. It wasn’t even that much.”

Fuyuhiko squats to bring them almost eye-to-eye. “I said, shut the fuck up,” he tells him. “You’re listening now, understand? Here’s the deal I’m offering you: you leave, right now, and I never have to look at your ugly fuckin’ mug again. You’re done making assumptions about our territory. If any one of us catches you sniffing around anywhere again, you’re done.“ He leans forward. Peko leans her weight down. “You can take that, or you can be a dead man. Which is it gonna be?”

“Alright! Okay! Whatever! I’ll back off, I promise!” Itou is almost sobbing. There are tracks in the dried blood on his face. “Just get this crazy bitch off of me, please. She’s gonna crack a rib or something, man, I’m serious!”

“Call her that one more time and I’ll fucking gut you myself, bastard.”

Itou drops his face into the dirt. He groans something that sounds like another apology.

“For fuck’s sake.” Fuyuhiko swipes sweat away from his forehead with his sleeve and straightens back up to standing. “Let him up, Peko. I’m sick of listening to his whining.”

She does. As soon as she lifts her knee, Itou twists away from her and staggers to his feet. He stands there, eyes wide and breathing hard, his arms wrapped around his ribs.

“What are you waiting around for?” Fuyuhiko demands. “I said I never wanted to see your fuckin’ face again.” Itou fumbles for words. Fuyuhiko rolls his eyes. “Get lost.”

Itou trips on a trash can in his hurry to comply. It leaves the park empty except for the two of them; it’s late enough that even the cicadas aren’t making a racket, anymore.

“Are you alright?” Peko asks.

He grinds the heel of his hand into his temple. There’s a headache unfurling there already, a combination of the ringing in his jaw, his empty stomach, and the weight of the heat. “Yeah, fine,” he answers. “Fucker’s got a piece of shit right hook.”

She frowns at him.

“What?”

She touches the right corner of her mouth. He copies her, and his fingers come away bloody. “Goddammit.” His lip is split at the edge. Probably from one of Itou’s shitty plastic rings. “Fucking prick.”

“I'm sorry,” she says. “I should have realized he would escalate the situation.”

He can feel it now that she's brought it to his attention, a throb of pain as adrenaline drains away. “What’re you apologizing for?” he grumbles, digging in his pocket for a handkerchief. “Not like it's your fault. Bastard knew he couldn't take us fair and square.” He spits blood out onto the concrete. “Ugh. Fuckin’ gross. Sorry.”

She doesn't react. It's not like he thinks she's squeamish, or anything, it's just that it's not something you do, especially in front of a girl. She finds a water fountain to wet the handkerchief in and brings it back to him, slightly damp.

He wishes he could just wrap the whole thing around the back of his neck and leave it there, but he can’t go wandering around the subway with a bloody face. He dabs at the cut until the fabric stops coming away red and starts coming away pink.

“How’s it look?” he asks her.

He’d just meant for her to tell him if he still had blood smeared on his face, but she leans in close to properly inspect it, expression serious. Staring at her this close feels awkward, so he drops his eyes, but that’s not any better. Sweat shines on her clavicle. He holds his breath.

“Cut it out,” he mumbles. “It’s not that big a deal.”

“It looked worse than it is,” she agrees, straightening back up. He tugs at the knot of his tie.

“C’mon, we gotta get back,” he says. He shakes his sleeve back to check his watch. It’s after ten. “I told Niijima and Hirabayashi an hour. Who knows what they’ll fuck up if we give ‘em more than that.”

“Yes, young master.”

She follows him back to the train station. The platform is mostly empty; it’s just the two of them and a handful of others waiting. She stands while he sits, the sharp edge of her stare discouraging anyone else from taking the seat at the opposite end of his bench.

They have a couple minutes to burn before the next train comes. They spend most of it in comfortable silence, until she says: “... May I ask a question?”

He glances at her. She’s staring into the oncoming tunnel, the support of the bench’s overhang pressed between her shoulders. “You don’t need permission,” he tells her. “Just… ask.”

Her chin dips down toward her chest. She’s quiet for so long he thinks maybe she decided against it, but then she turns her head toward him. Not enough to be looking at him, but more than she usually does when she’s being this direct. Usually she can’t get herself to do both.

“Why did we come here?” she asks.

“What, you mean to get Itou?”

“Yes.”

He expected to get the question eventually. Not from her, necessarily, but maybe from Niijima, and definitely from his old man. He stretches his legs out in front of him. The subway platform is grimy, dirt beaten into the grout between the tile.

“Well,” he says, “why shouldn’t we have?”

“Huang has never paid for protection. His debt concerns a business loan, and he hasn't been paying that, either.”

“You don’t think I know that?”

He’s being an asshole and he knows it; he asked a question and she answered it, that’s all. She doesn’t point it out.

“Just… It’s not about that,” he tries again. He wipes sweat from the back of his neck. It’s hot down here too, somehow, but grittier, and drier. It’s almost worse than the damp heat outside. “Huang’s an honest man. Punks like Itou, swooping in, fucking things up just because they can…” His fingers curl into a fist when he goes to wipe them on his knee. “It pisses me off. Who else is gonna do anything about it, if not us? The code doesn’t count for anything if we let shit like this slide.”

Peko doesn’t answer, but she’s looking at him, now, calm gaze on the side of his face. Headlights flood the dark tunnel ahead, and the train rattles up to the platform.

“C’mon,” he says, pushing himself to his feet. “One more stop.”

*

The bustle of the side street is starting to die down. A lot of the stalls are already closed, and the ones that aren’t are trying to hurry their last few customers along. Huang’s little gua bao shop is one of the only ones that’s still lit up everywhere, from the security light out front to the dining room to the apartment above.

Niijima is outside smoking.

“I’m watching the front,” he says, by way of an excuse. “Hirabayashi’s in there making sure they don’t sneak out the back. Not like they were going anywhere, though. Startin’ to think he was telling the truth when he said he wasn’t gonna skip town.”

“Whatever,” Fuyuhiko says. “Stay here. It’ll only take a second.”

“You got it.”

Peko follows him inside, this time. The rest of them are in the dining room, sat around the same rectangular table. Hirabayashi has his phone out, his feet propped on one of the other chairs. The kid has his sister in his lap. She’s got her face half-smashed against his shoulder, fast asleep.

There’s a pile of cash at the center of the table. When the bell rings over the door, Hirabayashi drops his feet and leans forward to scoop it up.

“Yo,” he says. “Welcome back.”

Huang and his wife look at each other. “We- We brought out the money we’d had saved to make a payment,” he says. Hirabayashi lifts the stack in his palm, in case it wasn’t already obvious. “It’s… It isn’t everything I owe, but we were hoping that maybe....”

“How much is it?” Fuyuhiko asks.

Huang hesitates. “Covers about half,” Hirabayashi answers for him. “I counted it a couple times.”

Fuyuhiko sinks both hands into his pockets. “Alright,” he says. “I got it from here. Take Niijima and go.”

Hirabayashi blinks at him. “Uh, what?”

“What? You having trouble with Japanese now too?”

“No. I mean- no, sir, but…” He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “I mean, are you sure?”

“Do I sound not fuckin’ sure to you? I’ve been out here long enough, the last thing I wanna do is waste more time arguing this shit with you.” Fuyuhiko makes a wide gesture at the door. “Go.”

Hirabayashi drops the stack of bills back on the table, shoves up from his seat, and lumbers out of the room without another word. Niijima leans in to peer through the window when Hirabayashi delivers the instructions, but he’s been around longer. He knows not to argue.

It’s just him and Peko at the door, now. The rest of the dining room sits in silence, all of them with their eyes low. The kid cups his hand around the back of his sister’s head.

Huang’s wife is the first one to move. She snatches up the money from the table and shuffles forward, expression like stone. Her eyes are dry now, if puffy around the edges. She shoves the stack of bills toward him with both hands.

Fuyuhiko looks at it, then at Huang. “Tell her to get that shit out of my face before I burn this whole fuckin’ place down myself.”

What Huang actually tells her is something more like, “Hold onto it, we need to be careful not to upset him,” but it gets the job done. She pulls her hands back into her chest, the wad of bills pressed under her chin.

“You’re lucky,” he tells them. He fishes his wallet out of his back pocket, and snaps it open. “The bastard who roughed this place up decided he’d had a change of heart. Wanted to make a charitable donation.”

His parents gave him cash for his birthday. (“You’re not a child anymore,” his old man had told him. “Don’t be stupid with it.”) So did his uncle, and three of his second-cousins trying to buy their way into an invite to next year’s celebration. He counts it out by the ten-thousand while they watch.

He can feel Peko’s eyes on the back of his head.

“That’s all the delinquent payments,” he says, dropping bills onto the table. “There’s interest. This—” He waves what’s left of the stack at them. It’s slim, but not insubstantial. “That covers you for the next three months.”

Huang looks dumbstruck. His wife glances between them, her brow knit in confusion. “What is it?” she asks. “What did he say?”

Fuyuhiko scoops his own money back into his wallet. “I said we’re even,” he tells her in Mandarin.

Huang’s throat unsticks. “Thank you,” he manages. “I- I... Thank you. You have no idea what this—”

“Don’t get it wrong,” Fuyuhiko snaps. “You got lucky. If I came back and all I had waiting for me was that,” he points at the lonely stack of bills still wound up in the wife’s shaky hands, “we’d be having a different fuckin’ conversation.”

“Yes,” Huang says, breathless. “Yes, of course.”

“You’re out of chances. Don’t fuck this one up.”

“I understand.” He reaches for his wife’s elbow, who’s still standing in the same spot, the money clutched to her chest. “We- We understand. It won’t go to waste, I promise you.”

“Then that’s it. We’re done here.” Huang exhales, shaky. The kid buries his nose in his sister’s wispy hair. Fuyuhiko tips his head back. “Let’s go, Peko.”

She follows him out the door.

She doesn’t say anything about it, the money or the family or how Itou definitely didn’t “donate” shit. She walks behind him in silence, all the way back up to the cross-street.

There’s just enough time left for them to take the train back, instead of calling another car to come get them. It’ll take longer, but at least it’s less annoying that way. They just have to change once, and then—

His stomach groans, loud enough that a girl waiting at the crosswalk a few feet away looks at him, startled.

“Shit,” he mutters, digging his nails into his middle. “I missed all of dinner, huh…”

“Would you like to stop somewhere to eat?” Peko asks.

“Well... yeah, but…” He digs both hands into his pockets. He doesn’t know what he expects to find; all his cash is spoken for, and any amount he doesn’t come back with tonight falls on Huang and his family to pay. Maybe they wouldn’t care about a beef bowl’s worth of difference, but he does.

“It’s fine,” he says. “I’m not gonna starve. Let’s just go back.”

He starts off down the sidewalk, but she doesn't immediately follow him. “Hey,” he says, stopping short. “You coming or what?”

She’s looking at her feet. “It will take time to get back to the house,” she says. The noise of the street almost drowns her out. “So… If you're hungry now, then…”

“I don’t have the cash for it, though,” he tells her. He thought that was obvious, but maybe he’d been a better actor than he was giving himself credit for. “So, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it, let’s just go back.”

Peko hesitates, head still low. She reaches into the breast pocket of her blouse, and pulls out a neatly-folded stack of bills.

He feels himself gape. He can’t help it. “What the hell? What’re you carrying around that much spending money for?”

“Sometimes the kitchen and maid staff have extra chores to be done,” she explains, even though how is definitely not what he asked. “I made a temporary agreement with some of them that if I were able to help more often than normal, they’d give me a portion of their wages as compensation.”

It’s not like it’s a lot, a couple thousand at most, but for her the amount doesn’t matter. His parents would flip their shit if they knew she was earning money on her own, regardless of how she did it or how meager it was.

“I’m sorry,” she says. The words almost trip over each other on their way out of her mouth. “I know it’s against the rules of the household. I can return the money to its rightful owners—”

“Don’t be stupid,” he says, and he’s still too surprised to even put any anger behind it. “I don’t give a shit about that. I just… Do you…” His brain’s addled from the heat. He can’t figure out the right way to word it that doesn’t make him sound like a jerk. “Are you saving up for something?”

Her birthday was less than two months ago. What kind of asshole is he that the one time she actually wants something, he can’t figure out what it is?

Peko looks at the bills in her hands. She clutches at them, nails pinching folds in the paper. “No,” she answers. “There wasn’t anything I needed for myself.”

“What? Then why—”

There’s a news ticker on the building behind her. The date and time scroll lazily by in bright red characters, like the building itself is scolding him for being too stupid to figure it out on his own.

FRI 16 AUG 23:18

Oh.

Oh.

“Jeez, Peko,” he says. “You- You didn’t have to do something like that. It’s— I mean—”

Peko clutches the bills in her fist, and bows low. “I understand,” she says. “My agreements with the other staff have already terminated. I’ll return the money before breakfast tomorrow morning. My only request is that they not be punished for my behavior, only me.”

“That’s not what I’m saying! Dammit, would you just...“ His face is hot, even in the fucking heat. He scrubs at his neck. “Let’s- Let’s just go somewhere. Is that okay?”

She lifts her head to look at him, finally, eyes wide. She doesn’t say anything.

“Look. Let’s go there, on the corner.” It’s a late night beef bowl place, with a thin ring of a crowd around the entrance. She looks at it, then looks back at him, and still doesn’t answer.

“I mean, how much you got?” he presses. “It’s enough for the both of us, right?”

She looks down at the bills again. “I-It’s fine,” she says. “Even if not, I don’t need to—”

“If we’re doing this, you’re eating too, understand? I’m not gonna sit there while you watch me stuff my face.”

She fans the bills out with her thumb. “Yes,” she answers, voice small. “It’s enough for both of us.”

“Okay, then,” he says.

It’s a nasty, grimy place, half full of drunks and half of people getting off late work shifts. It’s even hotter than it is outside, with so many people crammed into such a small space. They have to wedge themselves into two seats at the end of the counter, and the sweaty, beleaguered employee flings their orders at them as soon as they're ready.

Steam rises off the top of the bowl in a delicious, salty cloud. He wants to just dig into the whole thing, but putting his face over the bowl pushes him over the edge of too much: the humidity outside and the sweaty proximity in here and the boiling broth. It’s too fucking hot.

“Hang on,” he says. He swings his arms up so that he doesn’t elbow her in the close quarters. “I’m officially over this fucking heat. I gotta—”

He peels his jacket off and flings it over the back of the chair. He has to fight with the buttons of his cuffs to get them undone, but being able to roll his sleeves up even just to his elbows is a fucking game changer.

Finally, after hours and hours, he can eat.

Salt and still-hot broth sting his lip where it’s split. He powers through it anyway because he has to; once he takes the first bite, he can’t stop. He demolishes half the bowl in less than a minute, and stops only to chug the glass of water at the edge of his tray.

Peko is watching him. She hasn’t even touched hers yet, still stirring egg into her broth. “Do you feel better?” she asks.

“Shit, yeah,” he says. He grips the edge of the table so that he can lean back without toppling off the stool. “Forget what I said before, I was definitely going to starve. This is exactly what I needed.”

The red glow of the shop’s electric sign makes her cheeks look pink. “I see,” she says. She ducks her head. “Then… that’s good.”

It’s not at all like the expensive, curated dinner his parents had arranged for him. It’s messy, the other people around the counter are rowdy and loud, and he sweats straight through his dress shirt by the time it’s over. Peko’s not immune to it, either; sweat clings to the hair at the back of her neck, and gleams on her skin when the dim overhead lights hit it the right way. She keeps having to lean forward to hear him, and he keeps having to lean forward to hear her.

It’s not like his parents’ dinner because it’s better. No amount of perfectly-plated mini courses could ever even come close.

They step out onto the sidewalk when they’re finished. He doesn’t bother rolling his sleeves back down; it’s late, and too hot. He slings his jacket over his left shoulder and lets himself be done with it.

The trains have stopped running. He needs to call a car to come pick them up, which is fine, that’s the point of having them, but his thumb hesitates on the screen of his phone anyway.

“Hey. Peko.”

She looks over at him.

“Thanks. For, you know. For this.” He tilts his head back towards the shop door behind him. “Today wasn’t bad. I mean, it was a lot, I guess. But… it was still pretty good. You know what I mean?”

She doesn’t smile, but she almost does. She comes right up to the edge of one, eyes bright and content. He’s learned to recognize the warning signs. “Yes,” she answers. “Happy birthday.”

It is.

He dials.