#toko fukawa x you

[ayoharuko]

hey hey back with yet another request!

don't mind me im very creative and need my ideas fulfilled by talented people :)

toko and angie from danganronpa with an ultimate environmentalist boyfriend or s/o

bye bye!

Ty for the request! I’m so sorry that this took long, if u haven't seen my pinned post aka most recent hiatus post I was admitted in the hospital. I’m really sorry again and I hope that this makes up for it :) Reader is gender neutral btw~

REMINDER: These characters does not belong to me but belongs to Kazutaka Kodaka. Also this is fictional work so please try not to take them too seriously :3

Toko and Angie from Danganronpa with an Ultimate Environmentalist S/O

~Toko Fukawa~ (Ultimate Writing Prodigy)

- If I have to be honest..Toko doesn't really care-

- She just loves you and that’s it! But she does think your talents pretty cool...like protecting the environment from disgusting pigs- I mean people...is pretty cool to her!

- When your name is mentioned on the news she feels pride rise in her chest and is just overall very proud of you!

- If it makes you happy..she’ll participant in any events that are held by you and she’ll even write a whole book about protecting the environment!

- She’ll ask to tell her your experiences as a Environmentalist...don’t ask her what its for just tell her! She’ll definitely not use your story on a new book she's working on that’s about you no..no she's not....

‘’W-W-What? W-Wait don’t look at my laptop! I-I..Its not done y-yet...what’s n-not done y-yet? D-Don’t ask!’’

~Angie Yonaga~ (Ultimate Artist)

- Now Angie really cares! says that Atua sent you from heaven to this earth to help with nature~

-While your going about your duties aka cleaning up a few things in a forest, she will be right behind you...drawing you :)

- She thanks Atua for sending such a humble and down to earth person to her because your just so kind!

- Her art pieces are now gonna be nature related! and of course she's gonna tell everyone that it’s inspired by you~

- Angie will also be willing to participant in any events or fundraisers you hold! She just wants to help you but she covers that up by saying Atua just wants to help you :3

- She loves you..she really does and she loves how much you love nature~

‘’Ah my muse! Do you like this new painting I painted? It is inspired by you and by nature of course~’’

Doneeee~

Again I'm so sorry for doing your request late and tysm for being patient :)

See you guys on my next post!~

Reblogs and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

Edited by @purpi-narwhale

[ts4ritsa]

.•° ✿ meeting an ultimate marksman who’s shy

ft. toko fukawa, kokichi ouma, & shuichi saihara from danganronpa * ˚ ✦

tags / cw ✎ shy!gn!reader, reader is the ultimate marksman, fluff, platonic, requested

TOKO FUKAWA ✰

toko might be a bit initially intimidated but also curious when she learns about your ultimate. as a writer she does go off to learn in order to create accurate depictions. she often studied you from afar

getting to actually know you as a person was unexpected, toko wouldn’t have perceived you as the withdrawn type. much less timid. in a way though, it was a common ground, so she didn’t mind it. also since you’re a marksman, toko has a sense of comfort around you

even appreciated it, it brought along many nice moments of silence

KOKICHI OUMA ✰

kokichi asks you tons of questions about your talent upon meeting you. it might overwhelm you, but kokichi would just smile and laugh. despite this he does find your skill admirable. also is glad that you know how to remain composed and disciplined, even if you tend to shy away from others

considers you a powerful ally, and as time passes, a great friend too

regardless of all the pranks and mischievous schemes kokichi plays on you, he’ll seek to find a genuine connection with you and hold your friendship highly. your ultimates make a relatively solid duo

SHUICHI SAIHARA ✰

shuichi felt a bit drawn to you upon meeting you, feeling like your reclusive tendencies clashed with such a demanding ultimate as a marksman. but he still treated you with respect, since he didn’t want to come off as rude to someone like you

when the two of you later form a friendship, shuichi slowly became more comfortable asking you questions about you and your talent. he had always gotten along with you, your quiet yet precise nature matched his, so he found it easy to bond with you

over time as shuichi makes efforts to change, he’ll try to involve you in more social interactions, hoping that you can join him in his journey of making friends and becoming more connected with others

©2024 ts4ritsa | req by anon

a/n: I don’t generally accept platonic requests but this was a cute idea

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

The Misadventures of the Third Enoshima (2) | Yandere Danganronpa

Part 1

Before the most Tragic most awful event in human history

You were something like a floating friend 

Receiving something of a ‘special’ kind of teaching 

you were never allowed to work alongside the other students 

At least not on the regular

Technically you should have been with the upcoming 79th class but you were already so ahead of your curriculum you tend to float around to the remaining classes

“Ah it's a pleasure to have someone so full of hope visiting us~”

“Don’t mind him (Y/n)! We’re all just so happy to see you stop by!”

“Y-yeah I was hoping I could show you and Miss Sonia something I’m tinkering with–”

“Nononono! Ibuki wants you to hear this rift~Yeah!”

“It's nice that you came to visit us, maybe we can play a game together.”

“Now now class! Let’s all give them space, wouldn’t want them running off on us now.”

The 77th class is always fun and they’re a lot better at giving you the space you’d like from your older sisters

Unfortunately, though the class is quite easily distracted

More used to fighting each other before working as a united front to spend time with you

But the 78th class hits home in its own special way

“Hey you guys!”

“(Y/n)!!!”

“Did you get those donuts I sent you? I gave them to your sisters since you disappear so often.”

“(Y/n)! Do you want me to tell your future? I’m pretty sure it’s going to include us two–”

“Please refrain from upsetting our guest. I know you’d lack decorum but have a little respect.”

“So high and mighty, Togami. It's hard to take you seriously when you so obviously want their attention as well.”

“D-d-d-don’t talk to Master that way! He’s the only one who deserves to spend the time with them!”

“You realize that would exclude you right?”

“I-i’ll be the only exception!”

For all the squabbling they are still you’re friends

Which encourages you to start fighting back when despair takes hold of the world

You couldn’t save them all but you can save who’s left

“I’m going to restore the hope you once embodied…not just for the world but for me.”

After all, they are all you have left 

Your sisters are sure to end themselves on their dastardly chase to despair

But is it so bad you hoped they didn’t have to

[frickingnerd]

yandere toko fukawa

pairing: toko fukawa x gn!reader

tags: delusional yandere, stalking, reader calling toko creepy, toko kidnapping & restraining reader, toko murdering reader's friends

toko is a delusional yandere

she falls in love with you at first sight and she twists everything you say and do to fit her narrative

toko tells herself that you are just shy and that's why you don't talk to her very often

the two of you only talk at hope's peak, when you meet each other in the hallways

whenever you greet her when walking past her, it makes her day!

and when you don't, she just tells herself that you are having a bad day or that you were too shy to talk to her in front of your friends

the two of you often go on dates together, mostly walks in the park

of course, toko keeps her distance to you then, not wanting to seem too clingy

her favorite type of dates are dinner dates though!

she's not very happy that you keep bringing other people along to those or that she has to sit at another table, but she takes what she can get!

when you eventually tell her that her behavior creeps you out and that you want her to leave you alone, toko doesn't understand where you are coming from

haven't you enjoyed the past months with her? weren't you two happy and in love?

it seems like those friends of yours must've planted some ideas into that pretty head of yours

toko just needs to get rid of them then!

and while she's at it, it wouldn't hurt to finally force you to move in with her

you'll grow used to the restraints eventually…

[wintercandle42]

oi you I wanna hear about your au ideas

Oh boy do I have ideas. Unsure which au exactly you wanna hear about considering I have. A lot. (Hope101, indie game dev x streamer, magical girl au, pokémon sun and moon au, Dragon Nagito au, Dragon Izuru au, etc…) But I can tell you about my band au that I’ve just started working on!

The story is mainly about Hajime/Izuru. He is the bassist in a band with Ibuki (guitarist,) Nagito (pianist/keyboard,) Leon (drums,) and Sonia (lead singer.) However, one day he gets into an accident leading to some brain damage and Acquired Savant Syndrome. He’s suddenly basically a genius, and he’s struggling to feel emotions like he used too. The overflow of information that he suddenly understands at a glance is painful and overwhelming. He doesn’t feel like himself anymore. He isn’t sure what he feels.

So ofc his band is there for him, and they try to help him feel again and explore himself through music, where eventually he realizes he isn’t Hajime anymore and he has to come to terms with that. He’s who Hajime used to be, and he’s also more (and also probably dating Nagito now because I’m a sucker for Kamukoma.)

Though I should mention, eventually Leon gets kicked out of the band. He and Ibuki were dating for a while (mega party couple fr fr) but she got fed up with him play-flirting with other girls and dumped him one day. The band’s manager, Nekomaru, brings in Akane to be their new drummer, while Ibuki begins a budding queer coded frenemyship with Toko Fukawa which may end up in a romance if Toko can swallow her pride and let herself love and be loved. But nah rn she’s just texting Ibuki 24/7 because she “hates that disgusting immature otaku” and for no other reason at all surely.

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Playing With Their Hair Headcanons-Toko, Jack, and Mikan

Toko Fukawa

If you started playing with her hair she would go ramrod straight before asking what in the world you were doing

She will melt after a few seconds of you giving attention to her hair

After two minutes she will be completely catatonic and in your lap

After five she’s asleep and as long you continue playing with her hair she will stay asleep

If you even THINK about stopping she will grab your hand with a grip like a steel vice and place it back on her hair before making a sound that could only be described as a purr

I head canon she has really wild hair when she doesn’t tame it, I mean sticking out in all directions like she put her finger in an electrical socket so when you take her hair out of its usual style be ready for that

Eventually she’ll just curl into your lap and stay there until either you fall asleep or civilization collapses and the world ends in a giant explosion

Genocide Jack

You are single handedly responsible for bringing down the number of murders committed across the country

She goes from feral and ready to kill everyone to a docile kitten

She considers when you play with her hair better than any form of food, sex, sleep, and murder

The first few seconds after you start playing with her hair she has this smug self-satisfied look on her face

Like a cat

After two minutes she starts blushing and letting out cute little noises like purrs and squeals

After five minutes she’s wrapped around you like a constrictor snake while you play with her hair

If she can she will throw a cover over the two of you and just crash

When she lets it down her down it is extremely wild, going in angular loops and ninety degree angles

She could probably cut you with her hair if she didn’t keep it so soft 

The only reason she keeps her hair so soft however is so she can instinctive you into playing with her hair

She’s like a cat, she will MAKE you give her attention and play with her hair

After eight minutes she’s about dozed off and will probably do something that is extremely out of character, like giving you a kiss (Usually she just bites you lightly on the neck or nibbles on your ear)

If you consider stopping she will glare at you until you start playing with her hair again

After awhile she’ll go to sleep while your trapped with her completely warpped around you

Mikan Tsumuki

She about jumps out of her skin when you start with her hair

Immediately she turns into a boneless puddle of goo

This girl is so stressed and overworked please help her out

After two minutes she’s sat herself in your lap

After three minutes she’s started acting less like regular Mikan and more like a more flirty version of her

She is just hurling pick up lines at you like her life depended on it

At five minutes your on your back and she’s trying to seduce you and will not let you let go of her hair

Luckily at six minutes she’ll drop from exhaustion

Like I said she’s stressed and overworked

Immediately after she falls asleep she will wrap her self around you like a child would wrap themselves around their favorite teddy bear

She’s so embarrassed when she wakes up, even more if you tell her about how she tried to seduce you

I imagine her hair is very very clean, I mean no products, nothing, she keeps her hair all natural and somehow it’s still silky smooth and soft (It’s extremely confusing) and she has no Idea how she does it either

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I'm thinking of adding Persona 5 to my list after I finish one last play through of strikers and Persona 5 itself-Cosmic

[angelofdarknessss]

Beautiful Sinner

Prologue: 1/2 Word Count: 7,808 Main Paring: Toko Fukawa x gen!neutral reader Summary: Upon coming into Hope's Peak Academy alongside a boy, you both encounter strange activities. Author note: This is a slow burn long-fic! Please keep in mind that the reader won't romantically converse with Toko at the very beginning! Next Part: Prologue 2/2

During your childhood, art was a big passion of yours.

You had a pretty good knack for drawing, hell at the age of 9 you were heavily skilled for your age. This didn't just mean you were good at doodling specifically; you knew how to paint, sculpt, and do digital pieces. Impressive for someone at that age.

You'd think your talent would be the Ultimate Artist, right?... sadly no.

Instead, you claimed the title of the Ultimate Hair Stylist.

How? Well... art was just a mere hobby according to your dad. He did agree you had a talent for art but, he was pushing you for your Ultimate to have some form of hair relation. He ran a popular hair salon in his area, and he wanted you to eventually run it by yourself when you were ready. Despite your possible artistic talent, he didn't care for it. You always argued with him on this, but it fell on deaf ears.

Before you obtained your current talent, your dad always taught you the proper hair products to use for certain hair types and when to use them. You weren't going to lie but taking care of your hair felt good. It wasn't a main interest of you at first but, it felt nice to get compliments for your healthy hair.

He took notice of this talent for hair styling, just like you were in art, you were very good at what you did. He made sure you were more than good, but rather perfect so you could one day get into Hope's Peak Academy. And surprise, you managed to get in.

After closing the salon one afternoon, your dad got a letter, except it wasn't for him it was for you. It was a letter from Hope's Peak Academy asking for your attendance. How could you say no? After all, if you manage to graduate, you're set for life!

If they scouted you personally, you clearly must be doing something right. You weren't the Ultimate Hair Stylist for nothing. Your knowledge on different hair textures and products guarantees your customers feeling satisfied with their new hair styles.

You contemplated on what outfit you should wear, but in the end, you figured you should go with your usual and more recognizable fit. It included a buttoned up short sleeved shirt with one side of the collar inside your shirt and the other side out messily. Along with a waist apron containing your basic hair tools such as scissors, combs, brushes, hair pins and a spray bottle. Followed by simple shorts, knee-high socks, and sneakers. Nothing too fancy but not to simple either, people will tell you in fact are THE Ultimate Hair Stylist.

Now, after years of working alongside your dad you stand before the school. You stand before a new chapter in your life. Before you took a step towards the gates, your thoughts were interrupted by a person.

"Ah! Wait a second!"

huh?

You turned around to see a boy jogging towards you with brown hair and hazel eyes dressed in a green and black sweatshirt, black jeans, and red shoes. He stopped right in front of you, trying to catch his breath. He gives you a friendly smile despite him panting like a dog.

You give him a confused smile. “Hello…?”

“You’re... the Ultimate Hair Stylist. right? Y/N L/N?” He manages to say while still attempting to catch his breath. You chuckle. “What gave it away?” You tease as you adjust your waist apron, containing the basic hair tools such as scissors, combs, brushes, hair pins and a mini blow dryer inside them. “Anyways, yes but I’m not taking any clients right now. Sorry.” You said, give him an apologetic smile. He puts up his hands. “Oh no! I didn’t mean that. I wanted to introduce myself I’m going here too.”

“Oh! Sorry! You must be one of the… reserve course students, right?”

His smile falters as he embarrassingly scratches his cheek. “Eh.. no. I’m an actual student here.” You hesitate to answer. “Oh. Sorry again hehe.. you just don’t look like someone I’d recognize to have an Ultimate.” You say, unknowingly sounding a bit ignorant. It did seem to bother the boy a little as he gave you a nervous chuckle before responding.

“Yeah... I understand that. I’m average.” He trails off before gathering himself. “Ah! I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Makoto Naegi!” He brings out his hand for me to shake, which I politely do so. “I would tell you who I am, but you seem to already know, Makoto.” I giggle. Makoto bashfully smiles. “Yeah, I hope that didn’t sound creepy, you’re pretty popular you know?”

“Oh most definitely. I don’t deny that. And hey, you didn’t tell me what your Ultimate was!” You point out. Makoto’s smile falters again. “Oh...right. It’s luck, that’s also ironically how I got in.”

“Oh really?” You playfully pat his shoulder. “You must be the luckiest person alive, yeah?”

Makoto laughs quietly at your lame joke. “Yeah, maybe.”

After a few minutes of conversation, you look at the gates of Hope’s Peak Academy, remembering why you came here in the first place. “So, Makoto... want to walk together inside with me? Might as well if you’re attending the school too.” You smile at him, and he gives you one back at you. “That would be nice.” With that, you both began to walk inside the gate and enter the main hall. You both took notice of how it was empty, it’s almost like we were the only two people in here.

Makoto looks towards the elegant clock in the corner, it showed 7:10 AM. “Man, were pretty early, aren’t we? The meeting starts at 8:00. I thought after talking to you for a bit the time would’ve passed faster but I guess not.” You said a bit disapprovingly as you crossed your arms. “I guess we were both wound up about our first day, I didn’t notice I came so early.” You shrugged. “I guess. We’ve got a whole 50 minutes to ourselves.” Makoto looks as if he got an idea. “Do you want to look around the school? Since were students here I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem. At least to pass time.”

“You know what, sure. I am curious to what else there is in this massive school.” He gives you a nod before beginning to walk alongside you further inside the main hallway…. Is what was supposed to happen. You were supposed to be taking the steps to your new life, your new future. As soon as you took that first step your vision began to blur, it began to twist into something unrecognizable. “Wha?! Mako… Makoto!... are you... do you feel…?!” You were unable to spew out the rest of your sentence before everything went black.

You thought you were brought to Hope’s Peak Academy because you were the Ultimate Hair Stylist, but rather you were brought to feel Ultimate Despair.

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“ugh…..ngh….what the hell..?”

You woke up with your head resting on top of a hard wooden desk. Your body feels heavy and sluggish, it felt as if you woke up from a nap that lasted hours. Wait this is very strange… where were you? You held your head up and started to look around. You seemed to be in a classroom but... when did you even get here? All you remember was taking a few steps inside the main hall of Hope’s Peak Academy with Makoto…. MAKOTO?! a hard realization hit your head like a brick.

“EH?! MAKOTO? WHERE ARE…..you?”

You quickly looked around and immediately spotted your new friend, Makoto, sleeping peacefully on the desk to the right of you. A sigh of relief escaped your lips, knowing that he was… okay... at least you hope so. You contemplated on even waking him up. He just looked so comfortable, and you didn’t want to disturb him… yet. For now, you decided to get up from your desk and investigate the classroom.

Your eyes catch the most noticeable thing in the room. The metal plates bolted onto where the windows normally are in a classroom.  You walked up to one of the metal plates and knocked on it.

*Bang bang*

It felt extremely thick. Theres a low chance of that coming off for a good while. You found that odd, why was this even here? It’s like whoever put these here meant to prevent something from coming inside. But what?

Your eyes darted from the metal plates to the clock on the wall, which read 7:55. The meeting is at 8:00... which is in 5 minutes. There other students are probably already here by now, it’d be best to get out and see. But first…!

“ngh…what… where am I?” You turn your head to see Makoto groggily lifting his head from the desk A tiny puddle of drool can be seen on the desk along with a drool stain on his jacket sleeve. He spots you at the window. “Oh. Hey. I see you slept well.” You give him a small smile, obviously eyeing the drool coming from his mouth.

He notices this quickly wipes the salvia from his mouth with his sleeve with little blush forming on his face. He quickly composes himself afterwards. “Y/N! uh... when did you wake up? or well... how did we even get here...” He gets up from his desk and walks over towards you. A little wobbly no doubt because he had woken up a few moments ago.

“Honestly... I’m not sure how we got here.” You scratch your head confusingly. “The most logical explanation is someone knocked us out and brought us here but… why would they need to do that? I don’t get it.” The boy nods. “That can’t be it... why would anyone knock us out? Maybe we got to wound up and we passed out... then someone carried us here…?” You give him a look of uncertainty. “Doubt it. Very weird situation.”

The boy darts his eyes around the room curiously, doing his own investigation. He took notice of the large metal plates on the windows. He goes up to it and bangs against it.

“Odd... why would these need to be here?” He whispered to himself. Before you could respond he speaks up again. “It’s 8:00.” He states as he points towards the clock on the wall. “That means we’ve been here for an entire hour…the others should already here, we should probably head back to the main hall.” You just nod as a response.

With that, you and Makoto head into the hallway. You’re both greeted with a vibrant purple color on the walls and on the checkerboarded floor. It was an odd color choice. Makoto seemed to notice this and you both shared a look of distaste. “Who designed these the hallways? Jeez..” You said. This situation was getting stranger and stranger by the second.

You and Makoto headed straight ahead into the purple hall; two open doors caught your eye. That must be the main hall. “I think I found the main hall! This way!” You grab Makoto’s hand and begin to run but unintentionally drag him towards the open doors. “Ah! W-wait hold on!- “ His pleas went in one ear and straight through the other, the boy almost tripped a few times because of you.

By the time you two made it back to the main hall….. everyone was already there.

“Whoa, hey! More new kids?”

Before you could respond again, Makoto speaks up. “Huh? Then you guys are all…?”

“Yeah.. We’re all new here. Todays supposed to be our first day of class.”

“So counting them, that makes sixteen. Seems like a good cut off point, but I wonder if this is everyone...”

You couldn’t tell which voice was coming from who, you could only look as they stared at you and Makoto. Probably because you were just holding his hand like a kid... Anyways... these must be the Ultimate Students that had been hand-picked by the school itself. You thought there’d be way more than this considering it’s a school… maybe we are all in the same class together?

Makoto collected himself before speaking again. “um, how’s it going? My name-“ Before he could finish his sentence, you spoke.

“Hello! I’m Y/N, the Ultimate Hair Stylist!” You spoke up proudly, seemingly a bit too loud for the short haired hazel haired girl and the dark purple haired pigtailed girl as they flinched in response.

“…is Makoto Naegi….uh sorry we’re late. A bunch of stuff happened and then suddenly, we were just…asleep.” He states with a little irritation in his voice. You ignored that.

“Whoa, you too?” The boy with locs responded.

“Things just keep getting curiouser and curiouser…” Followed by the girl with large black drills. Those… seem fake. But you decided not to point it out as it would be indeed rude. “So strange… I declare beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is a strange situation indeed!” The nerd exclaimed.

“uh.. what are you guys talking about? We honestly have no idea what’s going on right now.”

“Just a moment! There’s something else we must address!” A boy with red eyes and dressed very formally spoke, a little loudly might you add. “um.. excuse me?” You and Makoto look towards the boy.

“Makoto! Y/N! Your tardiness is unacceptable! Surely you were aware the meeting was to start at 8 a.m. sharp!” You flinch at his volume. “To be late on your first day is unspeakable! I must report you, and you must accept your due punishment! I don’t know what you two were doing to be late but whatever it must be, it’s not acceptable!”

You were taken aback. What was this guy’s problem?

 You scoffed at him. “Hey! Don’t point at us! We weren’t trying to late!...and what are you trying to insinuate!?” Makoto picked up on this and blushed lightly. “I-I’m sure that’s not what he meant!-“

“Everyone just calm down! Listen, why don’t we all go around and introduce ourselves?” The girl with a red jacket said happily.

“The hell!? Now’s no time for friggin’ introductions!” The boy with a pompadour exclaimed. “Maybe, but it may be good to at least find out who we all are before digging into the bigger problems here. I mean, how are we supposed to talk to each other if we do not know each other’s names?” You silently agreed.

“That’s a good point…” The hazel haired girl agreed as well.

“Okay, so let’s get introductions out of the way, then we can move on to whatever else. Sound good?” Stated the blue haired girl. You can imagine everyone else being just as lost as you.. so, this is a good place to start. You turned to look at Makoto.

“Hey, let’s meet up again after introducing ourselves to the others, okay? I’ll let you do your own thing for now.” You smile at him. He returns your smile. “Alright, that sounds good.” With that, you watch him walk over to the long blue haired girl almost immediately. Does he recognize her or something…?

Anyways you make your way to the first person you see, which just so happens to be that boy who called you and Makoto out on being late…Before you could say anything he starts to speak. “I’m Kiyotaka Ishimaru. I believe in bold simplicity! Let’s work together on our educational crusade! I am the Ultimate Moral Compass!”

Now that you’re closer to him, you should’ve known that he was the Ultimate Moral Compass just by observing his outfit. The white military-style uniform with the tall knee-high black lace-up boots screams strict. The red and bronze medal above his right chest was the cherry on top.

“I see. Nice to meet- “

“But anyway, you can call me Taka. You said your name was Y/N… the Ultimate Hair Stylist, right? What a lovely name and talent! You should thank your parents for giving you such an excellent name and helping you with your talent!”

“…How do you even know if- “

“And to keep that name from losing its value, you must devote yourself every single day...eh.. what are those around your waist?” He eyes your waist apron, containing your hair tools. “oh this? It’s my waist apron.”

“Not that! the tools inside it. Are those… scissors?”

You hesitated a response. “Uh… yes… along with combs, brushes, hair spray and a hair dry-“

“Your scissors…. are upside down!”

You give him a confused look before ultimately looking down towards your waist apron, he was right. The blades of your scissors were pointing right side up. “What…. Oh. They are.” That’s weird... you could’ve sworn you put them in there correctly before you left.

“That is dangerous! You can harm yourself or someone with those! Please fix it immediately!” He loudly spoke. You bite your lip to fight the urge to say something sarcastic, but you knew he was right. So, you decided to just suck it up.

“Right. I’ll fix that. Thanks Taka.” You give him one last small smile before leaving him. First impression of him. He’s really... intense and annoying! But... he seems alright for the most part.

Moving on from him, you spot that girl with the two long dark purple braids, round glasses and typical school uniform with a longer skirt compared to other uniforms. She looks at you but when you share eye contact, she looks away quickly. Probably shy, good thing you’re more of an extrovert than an introvert! This should be easy.

You made your way towards her while also simultaneously fixing your scissors; you took notice of her jittery nature. “Hey there! I’m- “

“I-I know who you are.” She said rather quickly. “Oh yeah! I introduced myself already.”

“T-that’s not what I meant!” She responded with a bit of attitude. “I meant I k-knew who you were beforehand…”

“Oh?... ah that’s right! I forget that I’m popular sometimes.” The girl just scoffs, muttering something under her breath “Yeah right…...”

“Sorry, what was that?”

She looks at you momentarily before breaking eye contact again. “Nothing. Anyways n-not that you’ll remember my n-name but... I’m T-Toko… Toko Fukawa… the Ultimate Writing Prodigy.”

“A writer huh? That’s an interesting ultimate.” Toko scowled at you. “W-what’s that supposed to mean? Do you think my u-ultimate I-Is some sort of joke?” She points at you accusingly.  You put your hands up to your chest defensively. “Eh?! no! That isn’t what I meant at all!”

“L-Liar! You m-must see me as some worthless worm! Y-you think you’re b-better than me?”

You huff irritably. “Again, no! I meant it as a good thing! What the hell?!” Toko narrows her eyes at you before responding shortly after. “Sure w-whatever… I’m used to it anyways. If you’re done m-mentally tormenting me, can you leave now?”

Sheesh, talk about an inferiority complex. Crazy girl.

You sigh tiredly. “Uh... yeah sure. I’ll see you around Toko, okay?” She muttered under her breath, something along the lines of ‘just go already...’ as she occasionally eyed your waist apron with a worrying look on her face. Hope she doesn’t try to stab me with my own tools! Probably should watch out for that.

 You turn to your left to see Makoto and the blue haired girl again, still talking to each other. Man, it’s been like... five minutes at the max! A bit too long for introductions, right? Taka seemed to notice this and scolded them for ‘wasting valuable time with their ridiculous back and forth’. They both looked a little upset, specifically the blue haired girl as she apologizes while walking off elsewhere. You felt a little bad, but he was kind of right... again. Maybe you’ll talk to her later.

As for Makoto, he sighs but ultimately walked off and continues to introduce himself to the other students. Guess that’s your cue to keep going, time is valuable after all.

“Yo! What’s up?”

“Huh?”

Your eyes locked onto an orange haired boy standing in front of you. He had a few piercings on his face along with some rings on his right knuckles and a necklace. His outfit overall wasn’t anything special but it can be recognizable. But what’s with the goatee?.....and that random pin on his jacket—

 Helloo? Anyone thereee?” He looks at you straight in your eyes, you didn’t even notice you were staring for a good few seconds before responding.

“Ah! Sorry. I was just thinking. Anyways, what’s your name?”

“No problem. I’m Leon Kuwata, Ultimate Baseball Star!” He gives you a laid-back smile. “You’re… uh…what’s your name again?” A chuckle escapes your lips. “You’re fine. It’s Y/N L/N, the Ultimate Hair Stylist.”

“Ohh that’s right! Y/N!… sorry about that. Should’ve known your ultimate had to do something with hair, yours looks good.” You blush lightly at the compliment.

“Really? Thanks!.. you don’t look too bad yourself. You don’t really look like a baseball star though… more like a rockstar.” You responded, oblivious to the fact that it sounded backhanded.

“For real?!” He gives you an unreadable look.

“Oh shit…! I didn’t mean it like—"

“Thanks a lot man!”

“What…?” A confused expression spreads on your face. He gives you a puzzled look. “hm? What’s wrong?”

“Well.. I thought I just insulted you... I didn’t expect that reaction.”

He chuckles. “Oh yeah! I guess if I actually liked playing baseball, I probably would’ve taken that as an insult but nope! You’re totally lucky I didn’t.” He joked.

“If you *actually* liked playing baseball? What do you mean?”

His smile drops and he gives you a serious look. “Can I be honest with you for a second? I don’t like baseball. Like, at all. Never gone to a single practice.”

Never gone to practice but is somehow the Ultimate Baseball Star? Amazing.

“and as soon as I got accepted here, I quit baseball for good! I have my own dream for the future!” he clenches his fists in determination. “My only path in life is getting into music! That’s why I really appreciated that comment you made earlier, at least I know I’m on the right track. You feel that star-quality aura I have, right?”

“You do, ha-ha! I understand where you’re coming from, y’know I hoped to be the Ultimate Artist or something when I got older but…life had other plans for me.” A small sigh escaped your lips. “It’s whatever, I do enjoy hair styling too, but drawing is more enjoyable.”

Leon gives you a pat on the shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out! I like your energy, keep that, okay?”

You form a small smile on your face. “Alright, sure.”

And with that, you leave him and move onto the next student, that being a plus-sized boy with a pair of black, thick- rimmed glasses dressed in a white button-down shirt, orange tie and dark gray trousers.

“Hi there! You are…?”

The boy just stares for a moment. You start to feel a little awkward. This must have what Leon felt like when I was staring… “Err…. Excuse me?” You wave a hand in front of his face; he seemingly snaps back into reality.

“O-Oh! Excuse me Mx L/N! I was just admired by your hair! It’s magnificent!” You blush as a response. With as many compliments you get on your hair, you’d think you’d get used to them, but they still fluster you every time.

“Ah! Thank you- “

“Do you mind if I just…-“He reaches out his hand to touch your hair, you immediately grab his wrist a little tightly. “Eh?!” You look at him directly in the eyes, your eyes screamed ‘angry.’

“Uh uh buddy, do not touch my hair.”

This earned a nervous gulp from him. “R-Right! My apologies… my curiosity got the best of me.” You release his hand with a huff, hoping to get this introduction over with. You just formally met this guy, and he’s already irritated you.

“Anyways... I am Hifumi Yamada, the Ultimate Fanfic Creator! But you can call me by my nickname, “The Alpha and the Omega!” I don’t mind.” You make a mental note to never ever call him that.

“Say… I got to ask… what have you drawn before? I couldn’t help but listen to you talking to Leon about your artistic talent.” Eh?! He was listening to my conversation...? Surely, he could’ve conversed with other people, but he chose to listen into me and Leon’s…creepy.

“You were listening?” You squint your eyes at him, which in return Hifumi stuttered nervously. “N-Not exactly listening per say, but rather I was just nearby and overhead!” sure man.

“Right... well, to answer your question I’m no Picasso, I drew mostly characters I’ve seen on tv. A lot of women really.”

He visibly gets flustered. “Oh yeah?... what kind of women…?” You scowl at him. “Okay! I think we’re done with this introduction!”

“Wait! Hold on! I wanted to ask you for a favor...!” He called out desperately before you walked off.

“Uh… what kind of favor?”

“Well…if you’re able to make anyone look good with your haircuts so you say… is it possible for you to assist me? Seriously? You’ve only been here for a few hours and you’re already getting asked favors, and from HIM of all people!

“No thanks, Hifumi. And for the record, I don’t want to touch you or have your greasy hands near my hair. And I don’t do free cuts, you cheap donkey.” You exclaimed as you walk away from him, hearing a faint ‘feisty!’ from him.

Your eyes drift over to the five other people. Let’s hope they aren’t lunatics too.

You walk up to the dark brown-haired girl with a red collared jacket, white t-shirt, and blue shorts. She seems promising. “Hi there!” She gives you a smile. “Heya! I’m Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimmer! But my friends just call me Hina. ‘Sup?” Hina then follows up with a stumped look. “So uh….(wrong name)? Right? I think I forgot, sorry.”

You chuckle. “Eh, close. It’s Y/N.” Hina crosses her arms embarrassingly. “Damn! I was so close!” She wasn’t but that’s alright.

“Anyways, I know I’m certain you’re the… Ultimate Hair Stylist, right? You should be! Your hair speaks for itself! It’s so pretty!” She gives you a heartwarming smile, she most definitely meant that.

“Aw.. thank you Hina! I like your hair too, very shiny.” Hina’s face flushes at your compliment. “How sweet! I’m sure we’re going to get along just fine. Anyways, it was nice to meet you stylist!”

Stylist? Did she already forget my name?

Anyways, you both say your goodbyes and head over to the short hazel haired girl with a winter school uniform set with a long sleeved dark green jacket, a white shirt with a large Peter Pan collar secured skirt and knee-high black socks with mary janes. One word can only be said about this girl… CUTE!!

The girl’s face flushes before speaking. “Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Chihiro Fujisaki…the Ultimate Programmer…. Your name is Y/N, right?” She looks at you a little nervously, silently hoping she got your name correct.

“The one and only! Nice to meet you, Chihrio. I hope we can get along well!”

“Me too…!” She smiles sweetly at you before momentarily gasping like she realized something. “Ah!..wait.. have we met before?” You give her a confused expression. “I don’t think so... though, I don’t blame you for confusing me for someone else, it’s not like my outfit is the most recognizable.”

Her face seemed to falter at this. “Oh… sorry..”

“Huh? You don’t have to apologize for that.”

“R-right.. good point..”

An awkward silence came in-between us momentarily... until you heard a soft sniffle. Chihiro began to cry. “Hey, so listen… I-I’m really sorry...” She said as she let a few tears slip from her eyes. Did you just unintentionally make this girl cry?

“E-Eh?! Wait why are you upset?” Chihiro wipes her tears. “Just cuz…. you seem upset. You’re mad at me, right?” From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like you were bulling this poor girl! You quickly put your hands up defensively. “No, no not at all! You didn’t do a thing wrong!”

She looks up at you with glossy eyes. “You…you sure?”

“Definitely! There’s no way I can be mad at you!”

That reassured Chihiro. “O-Oh, that’s good...! I was afraid maybe you didn’t like me.”

You chuckle. “I couldn’t be mad at someone as cute as you!”

She blushes at your compliment. “hehe… I’m glad.”

Jeez.. feels like you’re walking on eggshells when talking to her. You should probably watch your tone and attitude when talking to her… you don’t need to be accused of bullying... and you don’t want to make her cry. Again!

Any who… you move on to your next person, who happens to be a girl with long light lavender hair dressed in a dark purple collared blazer jacket with six buttons over a zipped up long-sleeved white blouse and brown tie. She also wore a short black skirt, heeled knee-high black boots and knee-high socks.

If you were being completely honest, this girl looked as if she really didn’t want to be approached. You almost hesitated even going up to her, but ultimately walked up to her anyways. She doesn’t look threatening…what’s the worst that can happen?

“Hi!”

She doesn’t say a word.

“……” 

You try to initiate a conversation. “So….can I ask for your name?” She looks at you with a stoic, essentially an emotionless face before responding. “My name is….Kyoko Kirigiri.”

“…. Yeah?” You wait a few seconds for her to continue talking...only to be met with “… that’s it. That’s the introduction.” Your smile falters.

“…you’re not really talkative, are you?” You lightly laugh, attempting to lighten the tense mood. She only looked at you with the same expressionless look. Uh-oh.

“Eh.. So…. what are you here for?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She questions you.

“I just meant…what your ultimate was. You were scouted by the school, right?”

“….”

“Why should I tell you?”

You flinch at her assertiveness. “I’m just trying to get to know you, Kyoko.”

“My name is enough.” 

You go silent for a few seconds before biting your lip, fighting the urge to say something snarky.

“Right! Well, I’ll see you around then.” You say before leaving her be. You’re not stupid, you can tell when you’re not wanted. Besides, it doesn’t seem like she wants to give any information about herself…what is she hiding?

If she doesn’t want to converse with you, maybe this other girl will! She looked as if she came straight out of a fashion magazine. She wore a black cardigan over a white dress shirt, with both left open to show a little cleavage along with her bra. Followed by her red pleated miniskirt that was cut considerably short, black boots with platform heels and red laces. Her most noticeable accessories were her white and red polka dot tie that hung loosely around her neck and her white bunny and big red and white bow hair clips that rested nicely on her twin strawberry blonde pigtails.

You walk up to her with a smile, thankfully she looked as if she wanted to conversate.

“Hiii gorgeous! I’m Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Fashionista! Charmed, I’m sure!” Junko gives you that signature smile and peace sign. Despite not recognizing almost all the people here, you can recognize her. I’ve seen that face on many magazines, though… I must admit, she looks a tad bit different in person.

“Hello! uh…!” She notices you squinting your eyes at her, no doubt because of well… you know.

“…what?”

“Nothing! It’s just... you don’t exactly look exact the same as you do on your magazines.”

“Huh…? Oh, are you talking about my cover photos and junk?” She twirls one of her pigtails around her finger. “Ahahah, well of course! Those are totally photoshopped.”

“ah. I figured. Your face looks different!” She gives you a nervous look.

“Come on, don’t act so like that! You’re gonna make me all depressed. It’s totally normal these days to photoshop the crap out of cover photos. It’s still me! It’s not like I’m an imposter or somethin...!”

She crosses her arms. “If you’re surprised by that, you’d be totally blown away by a certain dangerous little diva of ours…they make the eyes and junk super big, tweak the skin so it looks all ceramic and porcelain!”

“Right, sorry. I don’t mean it as a bad thing, you’re still real pretty. Your freckles look cute on you.”

Her face gets really flustered, it’s like she’s never received a compliment ever which is weird cause’ she’s a model. “H-huh? …oh! Thanks!”

“I’m going to meet the rest of the guys, ill see you around Junko.” You give her a smile, she just awkwardly smiles back as you leave her be. You didn’t expect her to be so flustered over a simple compliment, shouldn’t she be getting tons daily?

Anyways! Moving on from her, you see… a tall muscular boy wearing a high-collared black long overcoat with what seems to be a dragon design on the side of it. He also wore a white t-shirt with baggy black bants held up by a belt that had the face of a Komainu. And finally, to top off his entire outfit was his hair, his pompadour. He looked very intimidating but judging others by their looks isn’t right so you’ll take your chances with this guy.

You slowly walk up to him with a slightly nervous smile. “Hi!” He just looks at you, you couldn’t really read his expression all that well, but you can tell he definitely wanted to be anywhere else but here.

“..hello. Name’s Mondo Owada, Ultimate Biker Gang Leader. Nice to fuckin’ meetcha.”

Something tells you he didn’t mean that.

“A biker gang leader? That’s cool.” He just grunts in agreement. “Hell yeah it is.”

….

Damn this was awkward.

Normally you’d be more talkative but... he made you a little nervous. At this point you couldn’t tell if it was because he was a biker gang leader or because he was attractive.

“Nice meeting you, Mondo. I guess I’ll see you again later…?”

He just nods, rubbing the back of his head while avoiding eye contact. You take it that he wasn’t the only one who was nervous. Or a better word might be just awkward. Either way you probably should watch what you say around him. You’re able to stand up for yourself but you aren’t trying to be ten ft underground because of your own mouth.

So... that was nine people so far. Only four more to go.

Your eyes glance over to the tall muscular girl wearing a traditional Japanese school uniform followed by bandages wrapped around her muscular forearms and calves. Wow…never mind watching your mouth around Mondo, what about HER?

Anyways, you walk over to her. Your tongue was tied for a moment, so she thankfully spoke up first.

“I am Sakura Ogami, Ultimate Martial Artist.”

Now that you’re standing in front of her, you can really see how tall she is.. jesus. She’s no giant but compared to you, she might as well be. You aren’t exactly short but you’re not tall either, about average height for someone your age. Is she really a high school student…?

“Hey, you.”

“E-Eh?! Yes?” You snapped to attention without even realizing it. She looks down at you before poking and prodding at your body. This earned a squeal from you when she poked at your sides.

“The hell?! W-what are you doing?”

“Muscular quality and quantity are right around that of an ordinary high school student…” She crosses her arms. “Hmph. What a shame. You’re not at all fit to act as my training partner.”

You huff. “Are you calling me weak...? I’m stronger than you think.” Sakura’s eyebrow perks up in curiosity. “Really? Do you want to arm wrestle then?”

Your confidence falls. “…No, thank you.”

With that, you leave the conversation. I feel bad for the person who becomes her training partner in the future. Your eyes come across a blonde haired, tall, slender boy with glasses wearing a black suit jacket over a white shirt and lapis blue crossover tie. You walked over to him.

Before you could even say anything, he introduces himself first. “Name’s Byakuya Togami, Affluent Progeny.”

“Ah. Nice to meet you too.”

“….”

“So… are-“

“We’re done with introductions, right? Is there a reason to continue this conversation?” He folds his arms. “Go away. I’m sick of looking at you.”

………

You scowl. “Excuse me? Who are you talking to?” He just smirks at this. “You, clearly. Now leave me alone, peasant.”

“You four eyed little monster!” You angrily said. “You’re lucky I can’t use these scissors on you.“ Byakuya just laughed. “Is that supposed to scare me? You can’t lay a single finger on me.”

At this point you really wanted to beat this guy up, but you knew that in this situation it was probably not the best idea.          maybe later. “You know what. I’m done talking to you.” Before he could respond with a sarcastic remark, you quickly left. You don’t have the energy to continue talking to that guy. Perhaps you’ll have better luck with… is that a grown ass man?

The boy didn’t look like an average high schooler… could that be a teacher? Any who. The brown-skinned boy had lovely brown locs and wore three layers of shirts, that being a green male uniform jacket which he wore on his shoulders, the second one being an open button-down white shirt and the last one being a small yellow short-sleeve shirt. As well as a brown haramaki and used a yellow rope as his belt to hold up his large black pants. You’re a little curious to why he chose to wear 3 different shirts at once but whatever.

You also took notice of the stubble on his chin. This guy has to be AT LEAST 25.

He spots you too and happily walks to you. “I’m Yasuhiro Hagakure—Hiro for short, Ultimate Clairvoyant! Take it easy, yeah? I know I will!” He gives you a warm smile. His aura is really…. Calming. He really does seem laid-back.

“Clairvoyant huh? Isn’t that like… fortunetelling stuff?”

“Bingo!” He smiles. “By the way…that’s some nice hair you got.” He puts his hand under his chin. “Let me guess... you’re a hair stylist!”

Your face becomes stoic. Your attire alone makes it heavily obvious. But since you don’t want to be rude to him specifically, you decided to humor him. “I am… how’d you know?”

He laughs cockily. “Your waist apron, duh! There’s like... scissors and stuff poking out of it.” He crosses his arms, smiling at you. “It’s super obvious! Shouldn’t you know that?” He playfully asks.

………seriously?

“Right… forgot about that.” You respond.

“But hey, I like you uh… Y/N! We should grab some brewskis sometime, yeah?”

“Huh? We’re not allowed to drink. We’re in high school.”

“Oh, I’m actually 21. I’ve been held back a few times, see, and...well, it’s a long story.”

“Ah… that explains a lot.” You murmur. “What?” He looks at you confusingly. “Nothing!” You smile at him.

 “Anyways, I’ll see you later Yasuhiro, okay? I’ve got two more people to meet.”

“That’s cool. See ya, Y/N!” He waves you goodbye.

Moving on from him you see a pale girl standing in the corner. She had bright red eyes with two massive black twin drills. She wore a gothic Lolita-style outfit consisting of a white blouse with a long-point collar, a black jacket that includes white ribbon lacing down the sleeves, fastened by a simple white ribbon across her chest to reveal her red tie and a many-tiered skirt with white lace. Along with a white lace bonnet with ribbons on each side of it and knee-high stocking trimmed in ladder lace with a black ribbon on both sides of each. She looked like a porcelain doll.

“Ah… Hello?” The girl said almost uncomfortably.

“Oh! Yes, hi!” You walk closer to her; you were probably looking at her a little too hard….You’ll have to work on that. The girl gives you a small smile, giggling into her hand. “Staring is quite rude, you know.”

This earned a blush forming on your cheeks. “Yeah.. sorry! I didn’t mean to look at you for so long.”

“No worries dear, I’m used to it. Anyways I do not think we have been formally introduced yet. I am Celestia Ludenburg, Ultimate Gambler.”

“Celestia?”

“Mhm. But if you don’t mind, I would prefer for you to call me Celeste.”

“I’ve never heard anyone with a name like yours, it suits you.” You compliment her. Celeste folds her hands together and smiles at you. “Why thank you, dear. I find your name quite passable for you.”

Passable..? Is that supposed to be a compliment?

“.. Thank you. By the way.. could I ask you something?” She nods. “Of course. What would you like to know?”

“Are…. Your drills clip-ons?” Celeste just stares at you for a moment before giggling again. “Heh-heh. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I think we are done with our lovely introduction. I will see you, okay?”

“Right, sorry. I’ll see you another time, Celeste.” She nods as you leave her.

She acts polite but also forceful at the same time. I don’t think she wants to say any more about her hair…..but those are definitely clip-ons. You of all people would know, you’re a hair stylist after all.

Anyways, that was 16 students you just met, right? If you’re not mistaken that should be everyone…wait.. you’re forgetting someone!.. It’s—

“Hello?”

It’s that blue haired girl again. You didn’t get a chance to properly meet her yet cause’ of Makoto. Speaking of Makoto where’d he go? You’ll have to look for him later. For now, you go up to the girl.

“Hello! We haven’t formally met yet, right?”

“No! I saw you earlier but... I didn’t have the chance to talk to you yet.” She gives you a small smile. “I’m Sayaka Maizono, Ultimate Pop Sensation! And you are…?”

“Y/N L/N, Ultimate Hair Stylist.”

Sayaka giggles embarrassingly. “Of course! Sorry he-he. By the way… how do you know Makoto?” She looks at you curiously. “Do you know each other from school?….”

“Makoto? I just met him at the entrance a few hours ago. I guess he’s my friend! Why?”

“Ah. well just curious. You two were holding hands when you first got here, right?”

What Is she insinuating…?

“Oh! That? I more-so dragging him. I wouldn’t say holding hands…at least not like that.”

Sayaka rests her cheek on her knuckles. “Oh! I see. Thanks!” She gives you a small smile as you return it. That was a little weird but whatever, not important right now.

And finally with that, all the introductions are done. You’re not going to lie, even though they are all ultimate’s.. they certainly aren’t your ideal versions of their talents. After leaving her you spotted Makoto talking to Celeste. Like my interaction with her you assumed he most likely annoyed her too, so she shoo’ed him off.

“Hey! Makoto! Over here!” You wave for him to come here, which he does. “Hey Y/N.”

“How’d it go?” He nervously scratches his cheek. “well.. I don’t think Celeste is too fond of me right now.”

“no no, I meant overall.”

“Oh. It went okay. They are….something.” This earned a chuckle from you. “Agreed.”

“Okay, time to get down to business.” Byakuya exclaimed, folding his arms with a serious expression on his face. “This is no time to stand around making friends like a bunch of dull-eyed baboons.” He says as he eyed you.

“Oh, that’s true.” Makoto agreed. “I think someone said something about a bigger problem or something What was that about?”

“Yeah, what gives?” You asked.

Sayaka frowned. “Well, you see…Makoto, Y/N, you both said a bunch of stuff happened and then you were “just asleep,” right? Well...the same is true for all of us.”

What the hell? This is getting even more weird.

“What? Seriously?” Both me and Makoto exclaimed.

 “Just after each of us got to the main hall, we lost consciousness.” Leon stated as he rubbed his head. “And when we come to, we were somewhere he in the school! That’s what happened to you, right?”

“B-but that’s just… weird! That every one of us would get knocked out like that…” Makoto exclaimed.

“Exactly! That’s why we’re all freakin’ out!” Mondo yelled.

Okay seriously... what is going on?

“And that’s not the only thing. You saw where all the windows in the classes and hallways were, right? But instead of normal glass windows, it was a bunch of big metal plates! What’s that about!?” Taka stated.

“Yeah… that was freaky. If all the windows in the school are like that then…. what’s it for?” You asked.

“Yeah, what the hell? Plus, all my stuff’s missing! Even my cellphone…” Junko stated anxiously.

Chihiro followed up in agreement. “That’s right, I haven’t seen my PDA anywhere, either…”

“And then there’s the main hall here. The front exist is completely blocked by some giant metal hatch.” Taka worriedly expressed. “But there wasn’t anything like that when I first got here…!” He clenches his fist in anger. “What the heck?! What’s it doing there?!”

“Maybe we got caught up in some kinda, like, you know…crime or something?” Junko stated.

“Wha…like a kidnapping? If that’s true what do they want with us?!” You anxiously asked.

“You think maybe someone grabbed us and hauled us off and we’re not actually at school?” Leon worriedly asked. His face was almost as white as a sheet.

“Come on, don’t think like that. Cheer up!” Yasuhiro optimistically exclaims. “I bet this is all just part of the school’s orientation procedure.”

“Really…? This seems a bit excessive for an orientation.” You say worriedly. You’re starting to think this guy has zero survival instincts if that’s what he thinks.

He laughs. “Yeah! I’m sure that’s it! So I’m just gonna take it easy for a little bit.”

“Oh…So you think they wanted to do something to surprise us?” Chihiro let out a sigh of relief.

“Huh. Well if that’s all it is, it’s nap time for me.” Leon said tiredly. “I was up way too late last night, so I could use a little shuteye.”

You could feel the tension lowering. But, you still didn’t feel safe. It was only a matter of time before—

*Ding dong, bing bong*

….IT happened.

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[allhailthefrog]

TOP TEN BEST YURI MOMENTS

Number 1

[mythgirlimagines]

Woe, more Tokomaru be upon ye

Summary: A tale of meeting and developing relationships in three perspectives

[imaginehappyhavoc]

ooooh love the dark humor prompt can you do that with the girls 👀 (praying this didn't send multiple times)

A/N: I’m so sorry these are taking so long to come out! I’ve been crazy busy, and I haven’t had much motivation lately. Thank you so much for being patient with me!! ˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶

Paring(s): Thh girls x Dark Humor!Reader

Genre: Fluff!

Warnings: Dark humor and everything that goes along with it (death, violence, self-deprecation, etc.)

Kyoko Kirigiri:

♡ Congratulations! You’re one of the few people on the planet that can make her laugh!

♡ It may be just a chuckle, but that’s huge coming from Kyoko!

♡ In her line of work, dark humor is par for the course. It’s how her colleagues cope with the gruesome scenes they’re subjected to daily.

♡ So while she doesn’t joke around much herself, she can certainly appreciate your sense of humor!

♡ She’ll crack a smile, or laugh under her breath, while the rest of the class stares bug-eyed. Did that really just happen??

Aoi Asahina:

♡ You’ve never seen her eyes go that wide before.

♡ Her reaction is just absolute shock. She whipped around to look at you with both hands slapped over her mouth.

♡ Even though she’s covering her mouth, it’s still really easy to tell that she’s trying not to laugh.

♡ She can’t help it! She’s such a giggly person by nature, especially when it comes to you!

♡ She’ll give a little snort behind her hands, and you grin.

Toko Fukawa:

♡ Toko is shocked, but for a completely different reason.

♡ It’s not that she doesn’t think you’re funny. She thinks you’re hilarious!

♡ She just doesn’t expect such a nice girl to have such a dark sense of humor!

♡ You’ll crack one of your jokes, and she physically jolts out of surprise. No matter how many times you do it.

♡ You always get a rare, genuine laugh from her, and it makes you feel a little proud of yourself each time.

Sayaka Maizono:

♡ She can’t laugh. She can’t.

♡ It’s not that she doesn’t want to! She just can’t afford to be caught laughing at those sorts of jokes.

♡ I mean, just imagine what her PR Team would say! It’s much safer to pretend like it’s not funny.

♡ Right after you make a joke, she falls completely silent as she purses her lips. She’s known for her impeccable willpower, but you’re really feasting her limits!

♡ After she gets a hold of herself, she starts to gently scold you. However, you can see that there’s no actual displeasure in her eyes.

Mukuro Ikusaba:

♡ She doesn’t even bat an eye at your jokes.

♡ At Fenrir, her fellow soldiers would make cracks like that all the time. Hell, yours don’t even make the top ten darkest things anyone’s said to her!

♡ She gives a breathy chuckle, and shakes her head subtly each time it happens.

♡ You’ve taken it as a personal challenge, to be frank. What could get a reaction out of your girlfriend?

♡ You have to get very, very creative, but you get there eventually.

Junko Enoshima (non-despair):

♡ Laughing uproariously. Head tilted back and everything.

♡ She doesn’t have any real backstory explanation as to why she thinks dark humor is so funny, she just does. It’s even funnier when it’s you making the joke!

♡ She’ll laugh at any of your jokes regardless, but this is the icing on the cake! You’re just her brand of funny!

♡ The laughter stops once you make a dark joke about yourself. Jokes about self-deprecation or harming yourself are a no-go.

♡ Her tone is just as lighthearted as ever when she scolds you, but her voice carries a seriousness that you very rarely hear from her. Maybe it’s best to stick with other jokes.

Celestia Ludenberg:

♡ Oh, you’re going to ruin her prim and proper image.

♡ Every time you make a joke like that, she can’t help but give a few high pitched giggles before she quiets herself.

♡ It’s a mixture of surprise and amusement that gets that reaction out of her, and she curses you for making her laugh in such a cute embarrassing way.

♡ She’ll cover her mouth daintily with one hand as she gets a hold of herself, then clear her throat as she says something along the lines of: “As humorous as I find you, was that really appropriate, my dear?”

♡ She’s just trying to get you to stop so she doesn’t giggle like that anymore. No one’s fooled.

Sakura Ogami:

♡ There’s no amusement, but no disapproval either.

♡ In all honesty, she’s just surprised. She’ll turn to look at you with one eyebrow raised. It just makes you laugh harder.

♡ Eventually, she’ll smile at the sound of your laughter, and shake her head as she turns her attention back to wherever it was before.

♡ She is quite particular about appropriate timing, however. She won’t like it too much if you make a joke like that in the presence of the wrong company. “Time and place, my girl.”

♡ But, honestly, you wouldn’t do it so often if her reactions weren’t so cute!

[yawujin]

Hello!

I liked your DRV3boys snoring post, may I request that with the THH girls?

request | trigger happy havoc girls x a reader who snores

type | imagine , react , light hearted , non killing game , gender neutral reader

kyoko kirigiri ♡

kyoko doesn't sleep much, so it's always nice when she can finally get peace and quiet, relax and fall into deep sleep. on a night where it's particularily hard to sleep, she'll listen to your semi quiet snores, the rhythm of them making her more tired by the second. it's at least nice to see you able to sleep well

toko fukawa ♡

as an extremely light sleeper, toko often finds herself listening to you as you snore. whether it be while she's about to fall asleep herself, or she's working overtime and writing her novels, toko finds your snores comforting...unlike SOMEBODY'S *cough cough* genocider jack

aoi asahina ♡

takes it as a sign that you are sleeping well and that you are comfortable enough around her to completely fall asleep. she's happy to cuddle you while you are asleep and lets the sounds of your snores coax her into sleeping.

celestia ludenberg ♡

"oh my, asleep so soon?" she would be petting her cat, interrupted only by the sound of your snores. she figures it's time for her to get to bed. she would prefer it if you don't wake up before her so she has time to prepare to look her best while you're here.

sakura ogami ♡

doesn't allow you to feel self concious about your snoring if you are. "i'm sure most people do it." assures you that you deserve the best rest of your life after training the day away alongside her. "i'll be here when you wake up, goodnight now." and she keeps her word.

sayaka maizono ♡

although she thinks your snoring is quite loud, she cannot blame you. she's almost certain that she snores when sleeping after she spends the whole day practicing her routines for her next stage performance. she's not one to judge you for it, and won't say anything about it to anyone else. you can count on her!

junko enoshima ♡

junko on the other hand, would definitely tell everyone about how loud your snores are. you told her to keep it a secret, but she wants to see you all upset now that people know. she's definitely exaggerating about it, too. "if despair had a sound, it would be your snores." she smiles

mukuro ikusaba ♡

being a light sleeper came with the job of being a soldier. she wishes she could get even an hour of good sleep like you. she contemplates on firing a shot into the air to wake you and interrupt your deep sleep just for the fun of it. she watches your sleeping figure in the dark with admiration, and jealousy.

[meiiuka]

Might I humbly request Toko and Syo with an S/O who is very physically affectionate, also do you mind sharing what photo editing software with a fellow character x reader writer?

hey there, anytime! also i use ibis paint (mobile) to edit my banners and stuff ^^

i do only write for toko (and not syo), but here you are !

toko fukawa with an s/o who’s physically affectionate:

category: fluff, headcanons

• the physical affection has her absolutely folding. she’s so used to being treated like she’s disgusting that someone genuinely wanting her is crazy to her

• it kind of scares her at first and she gets defensive since she’s really not expecting it

• “wait… so this isn’t some cruel joke? you ACTUALLY wanna get closer to me?”

• ngl she’d probably faint if you held her, falling over and tripping on her words

• she can be kind of awkward sometimes but she’ll eventually get better with enough time

• her favorite thing are forehead kisses because they’re so gentle and make her melt

• “y/n… i feel like when you kiss me, i don’t have to worry about the loud world around me as much. it’s so freeing…”

• if you ever were to stop being as physically affectionate she’d wonder what she did wrong and overanalyze everything 😭

• she’d come off a little strong at first and probably beg to know what she did wrong (she’s a tad bit insecure like that)

• she’ll need lots of physical affection to reassure her in the relationship but she’s generally really easy to please other than that

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Byakuya Togami and Yandere Toko Fukawa

They choose you 

Whether you seek one of them out or avoid them entirely 

They cage you in

One of them seeking you out enough to entice the other to gain interest as well

If its Toko its an immediate enticement

That she makes quite public 

So now she frequents between following you and Byakuya

And for the record Togami is not jealous 

He’s curious

Who could be so much more alluring than him to shift the crazy woman’s attention

“Don’t misunderstand me, this is mere curiosity.”

Suddenly his new case-study is keeping him awake at night with worry

Is this how it feels when Toko pulls at her braids and raves about you being too weak

It’s irritating

He can hardly focus on winning this game if he’s worried about you

“M-master c-c-can I take them now!? T-they k-keep wandering away!”

“Yes. Make sure they join us on our…morning reading.”

“YES SIR!”

Toko is more likely to annoy you into doing what she wants

But if you have a high tolerance for her whining

Genocide Jill is more than happy to cop a feel step in

“AAAhhhh baby~ you turn me on honey~!”

This is the thing they seem to bond over because their idiotic dearest is far too friendly to survive the killing game without them:

“Uhm Toko did you need something?” 

Naegi spoke to the trembling girl in the cafeteria, the odd one out for the usual participants of the meeting. You didn’t look up from the breakfast you made not all that keen to interact with the nervous writer; leaving the others to deal with her. 

“Yeah! Did you finally come to hang out with us?” 

Asahina chimed flashing an amicable smile which only seemed to make Toko shiver and curl into herself. 

“A-a-all of you, back away! I-i don’t need you giving me your nasty germs while I’m on a mission for Master!”

“A mission? What mission has the progeny sent you on this time?”

Celestia pressed, ignoring Toko’s stuttering insult, as she continued to sip at her tea.

“N-not that its any of your business b-but I’m supposed t-t-to bring (Y-y/n) to M-master.”

“Me?!” 

You looked up in confusion at the girl, looking up to meet her eyes as they went from darting frantically to half-lidded and blushing deeply. Her shaken demeanor changed to something more…aroused. Hugging her body and shifting her thighs, a wide smile spread across her face.

“M-m-orning Master (Y/n)! Master Byakuya wants you to meet with him in the library!” 

“Eh?!” 

You tiredly rubbed your hand against the back of your head letting it drag to rest on your neck. You didn’t bother hiding your expression of exhausted-bewilderment as you scrunched your nose. Naegi looked on with sympathy as you slowly began to finish up your food, all under the intense staring of Toko. 

You eventually stood up dutifully throwing away your garbage even as she eyed the utensil you mouth had graced moments before. Walking to the door with a shake of your head and shrug of your shoulders you tried to convine Naegi, Asahina, and Celestia all of which had a range of worried and curious faces. 

“Hey. Beside me Toko.”

“Y-yes Master!” 

Forced to spend as much time as you did with Toko of her own volition you had a pretty good grasp on what she aims when interacting with you. After enough of the ultimate moaning and loudly admiring your behind, you’ve found the best way to keep her in check. You could feel her fingers hover around your open hand. You didn’t pull away, you didn’t have to. She already pulled her hand away holding it up high as she enthusiastically mumbled to herself. Speeding up you made your way to the doors of the library.

“About time you arrive. I sent the rat to obtain you hours ago!” 

Byakuya Togami sitting in his claimed arm chair, sneered from behind his lowered book. Squinting your eyes in curiousity before turning to look at Toko who was twiddling the tips of her fingers nervously. 

“W-well I-I d-did take s-some time t-to s-search Master’s rooms…f-for murderers of course.” 

Togami  groaned holding two fingers to push his glasses up as he balanced the book in his lap.

“That’s fine,” he waved his hand at an arm chair deep within the library. “Put them in their place and return to your post.”

“Y-yes Master!” 

She didn’t hide her pleasure about getting to push you to the seat, letting her hands wander even as you swatted at her. Only stopping when you were sat in the swallowing warmth of the arm chair. 

“So? What is it you need from me? Its awfully suspicious that you’d specifically call me out like this.”

The progeny flashed a devious smile, bringing his book up once more. 

“On the contrare, my imbecile, I’ve formally decided to ensure your safety. By instilling the efforts and capabilities of someone who’s killed before.”

“What?!” 

“Who better to thwart a killer than one of our own.”

You sat up, genuinely prepared to dart out of the classroom only for Byakuya to stand up, walking beside Toko who was nervously fidgeting. They both stood in the only path you could’ve taken but that wouldn’t stop you. For all the talk Byakuya was known for you knew he couldn’t actually do anything against your own physical prowess and Toko was hardly an obstacle. 

Seeing that you had no intention to stay he put his arm out not to stop you but to beckon Toko. 

“Alright bring her out.”

“N-n-now? B-but I w-want to spend time with (Y-”

“Toko.”

“Achoo!” 

Immediately Toko’s demeanor changed to one of physical insanity. Her tongue grew long, smile widened to accommodate and herstance was much more confident. You faltered watching her step forward to you.

“Whoooooo! Genocide Syo makin’ an entrance!”

“G-genocide Syo?”

Sticking his nose high Byakuya smugly explained. 

“Yes. Genocide Syo officially named the Ultimate Serial Killer has over 20 kills–”

“Hey don’t underestimate me?! I’ve got exactly 37 under the ground babes!” 

She darted towards you faster than you could dash, backing you into the chair. Letting her cage you against the plush cushion of the chair, you could barely register Byakuya’s gloating.

“We’ve decided to follow the plebian motto: strength in numbers,” He smugly stood there uncurling a chord and holding it taut as you met his gaze. “Stay still. This is just to ensure that you uphold this…motto.”

“So what?! You plan to–ack keep me here!? They’ll notice I’m gone, you have to realize that!”

You tried to reason, wiggling helplessly to evade the unafraid touches licks from Syo. Your struggling ceased when Toko or Syo pulled out a dagger-like scissor lovingly gliding it along your cheek. She nuzzled against your other cheek joyfully looking into your widened eyes.

“We can’t keep you here forever as much I’d looovvee to do that! Master says we just can’t ever leave you alone!”

“But then I can just tell-”

Narrowly grazing your ear Syo stabbed the scissors into the couch, making your heart beat in horror as you went limp to her menstruations. With you no longer inching away and her hand no longer occupied she squeezed you tight; holding your face against hers as she curled herself into your lap.

“I’d advise you don’t do that. You’d ruin the game that way and we’d rather you not get hurt while we have our fun.”

“Yeah~!And its just so much easier to get my rocks off if you’re not runnin’ away! Mmm! You’re so soft you just make me wanna~!”

“Syo”

“Yeah?! Are you getting lonely over there, Master! Want to join us? D’ya want to come over and hop on this–”

“Syo! The chord. Tie them.”

“Of course Master!!”

[gummy-bearz]

can you do toko/ genocide jill x male reader sfw and nsfw headcannons

NSFW / SFW

Toko Fukawa / Genocide Syo x Male reader hcs

i loveee toko and syo, thanks for requesting anon!! im gonna go to sleep after publishing this so goodnightttttt!!!

- mod hiyoko

SFW

Toko Fukawa

- Toko secretly writes about her romantic fantasies, she hides them because she always finds them embarrassing.

- ALWAYS asks your opinion on her work. Even if it’s slightly negative feedback she’ll be so quick to alter her story. (I was unsure to add this because she’s literally a talented author LMAO)

- This girl is your number one defender. You do NO wrong in her eyes. If you get into an argument with someone Toko is so quick to defend you.

- She tries to get used to the affection you shower her with. She’s so used to the abuse that I don’t even think she knows what affection feels like.

- Toko is always so eager to help you - it’s honestly like having a personal maid. Even if you need help with small things like carrying something, she is ALWAYS there to help.

- Cuddles are a bit of a issue. She flinches whenever you touch her, but she does get used to it. Eventually.

Genocide Syo

- Her pet names are..odd??? She will probably call you weird stuff like "Hottie McHotterson" or "Love Nugget".

- Syo likes to gossip about other serial killers, she gloats over how she hasn't been caught once.

- Taking her on dates is just like taking a wild animal in one. The amount of times you two got kicked out of restaurants is insane.

- Syo absolutely ADORES you and she just thinks that you're the cutest thing to ever exist. Anyone who says otherwise MIGHT not survive another day.

- She is very handsy. Whenever she's near you she's always playfully squeezing touching you for some reason.

NSFW

Toko Fukawa

- Toko would love for you to be dominant and rough with her. She's a masochist after all and that's probably one of her sexual desires.

+ She'll even go as far by calling you "master".

- She'd definitely have a hair pulling kink too. Toko would love for you to tug on her braids while you're inside her.

- Toko is the definition of a gooner. This girl was a virgin and only knew what she was doing because she’s seen some porn.

- She's honestly a brat and makes a lot of sexual jokes sometimes during sex and to make her stop you'd have to like, put her in her place.

- Loves being humiliated by you, only in a sexual way. Not if you like, bring up her stench or anything.

Genocide Syo

- She's a switch, honestly. Syo doesn't care if shes the dominant or submissive one - it depends on how she's feeling.

- Syo is wayyy too open about her sexual fantasies and is willing to try anything with you.

- Crazy stamina, she can last for a powerful amount of rounds.

+ After she's reached her limit, she's out like a light.

- Syo really loud too, she'll practically scream every sentence out in ecstasy

- She will have sex with you no matter where you two are. EVEN if it's in public, she has no shame.

Syo has no motivation, she's just horny when she is. Even if she does have a reason, it's always because of you.

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Broken Brush - Toko Fukawa x Ultimate Artist Reader

Description: Toko falls in love with a talented artist, but they're unable to continue their talent after breaking their hand.

Type: Oneshot

Genre: Angst

Fandom: Danganronpa (Trigger Happy Havoc)

Toko never cared that much for art. It was fine and all, but it just wasn't for her. She never understood the appeal of going to museums to stare at mindless pieces when she could just stay home and be productive with her writing instead.

But that changed when she met you.

She had heard your name around Hope's Peak, and she had passed by you in the hallways once or twice. You were known as the Ultimate Artist, and of course, Toko wasn't remotely interested in anything you did. But as she strolled through the hallway one day, she stopped.

You had set up an art stand outside of one of the classrooms on the third floor, and students were lining up in front. You had your art set up for them to buy, and you even had prices for commissions, so they could pay for custom art if they wanted to. And surprisingly, the art caught Toko's eye.

Your pieces weren't like those mindless paintings from museums; the ones that made no sense to Toko, and honestly looked like they were painted by five-year olds.

No. Your art was stylized, and it looked simpler than museum pieces, but that was exactly what appealed to Toko. Nothing was abstract or all over the place, and she could comprehend it even if she took her glasses off.

For once, she actually understood why people were willing to pay for art. She ignored the ringing bell and lingered around the hallway until the line died down, and she walked up and approached your stand. You were friendly and polite as you greeted her and asked what she wanted to buy.

The second you asked that, she drew a blank. She felt like her brain was suddenly on autopilot when she approached your stand, and she couldn't figure out what to say. Should she compliment your art? Should she buy something?

After stressing and working up a sweat as the silent pressure started to get to her, she suddenly pointed at one of your pieces and blurted out, "Th-That one!"

You looked surprised and mildly confused, but packaged up the piece before giving her the price. It was surprisingly reasonable, almost too cheap for what she was paying for. But she paid for the piece and left after stuttering out a "thank you."

After that, she started spending more time around you. She started with buying commissions of some of her book characters, then she recruited you to work as the artist for her books. It was a lovely partnership, and over time, it developed into something more. Not only did you teach Toko the value and appeal of art, but you taught her the meaning of genuine love.

Things were perfect for the two of you, but after some time, you ran into a casualty. You decided to expand your talent of drawing and painting to sculpting, and as you were helping your client carry an incredibly heavy piece, your grip slipped and the clay piece fell down and crushed your hand.

You forced a pained and awkward smile and played it off to your worried client before rushing to the school nurse, who then proceeded to call the hospital. Your hand was set and wrapped in a cast, and the doctor gave you an estimate of 5-6 weeks to heal, but advised you not to use that hand for any activity.

After hearing that, your heart sank, and the pain in your hand was somehow washed away by dread. It didn't help that the broken hand was your dominant hand, meaning that you couldn't draw with it. You couldn't take commissions, and the ones you were already working on had to be put on hold.

You were already imagining how your clients would react. Angry, disappointed, constantly blowing up your social media asking for updates. The thought of seeing their disappointed faces after you told them crushed you.

Toko rushed into the office with a fearful expression, and after telling her about your worries, her reaction wasn't the most supportive.

"Y-You broke your hand, and you're w-worried about drawing?! F-Forget the stupid art, that's not wh-what's important right now!"

She was only acting out of worry, though she couldn't imagine how she would feel if she was unable to write. Seeing tears in your eyes, she let out a sigh before sitting down next to you and taking your good hand in hers. "S-Sorry. I know it's d-difficult, but you'll be fine. Once your h-hand heals up, you'll b-be able to get back to your j-job in no time."

You hoped she was right. The day after that was the beginning of the longest and most agonizing weeks of your life. You bit the bullet and told your clients about your hiatus, and they were understanding and wished for you to get better, though you were still worried about disappointing them.

You also spoke to the headmaster and he gave you a pass from uploading your art onto the Hope's Peak website as your hand was healing, since it was required to prove the legitimacy of your Ultimate Talent.

Alongside your stress about your commissions, you were also restless. You were growing antsy without something to do with your hands, and even though Toko tried to lift your spirits by talking about her new characters and even taking you to a museum, all it did was fill you with inspiration that you couldn't act on.

Out of desperation, you tried learning to draw with your other hand, and you were even tempted to draw with your broken hand anyway, even though Toko sternly dissuaded you from that. Nothing worked, and all you could do was keep your patience.

Once the day came to get the cast removed, you were ecstatic. Finally, you would be able to resume your passion, and you couldn't stop thinking of all the drawing exercises you would do to make up for lost time, and in case you had gotten rusty. But you were discouraged from drawing for at least a few days to not strain your hand too much, which was somewhat disappointing, but you were at least grateful to have it back to normal, or so you thought.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Even after you could use your hand again, it gave you horrible cramps. The doctor had warned you that it was possible, considering the way the bones were injured, but the pain was so unbearable that you couldn't even focus.

You got a wrist brace for your hand, and you even tried physical therapy to help it move, but nothing seemed to work. You talked to the headmaster and received another extension of two weeks from uploading your art, and you did everything you could think of to fix your hand. But after a week and a half passed, you were called to the headmaster's office.

You were nervous as you dragged your feet up the stairs to meet him. The extension wasn't over yet, so you were confused about why he wanted to see you. Did he just want to check on you? Was there an issue with the website? Did he maybe even want to make the extension longer?

Soon, you walked in and sat down in front of Headmaster Kirigiri's desk. He greeted you with a curt nod as he fixed you with a serious expression. "Hello, Mr./Miss (Name). So, how is your hand doing?"

You hesitated to answer, and looked down to avoid his searing gaze. Your first indistinct was to lie and say that it was great, but if he asked why you hadn't uploaded any new art, you would be in trouble.

"Well, um... It still cramps up whenever I use it." Your voice was small as you forced yourself to meet his gaze, and he simply blinked in response.

"Are you still able to create art?" You winced as you felt the pressure growing, and you looked down again as you gave your answer.

"Um, no, not at the moment... But sir, the extension isn't--"

"I decided to call it off early. Unless you're confident that you'll be able to continue making art in the four days you have remaining."

You looked back at him in shock. "Early? I don't understand..."

"I'm going to be frank with you. We recently scouted another talented artist from another school. If you're unable to perform, you will be relinquished from your status as the Ultimate Artist and it will be passed to them."

You felt your eyes well up with tears as you processed this. "Another artist? Who is it?"

"I won't be naming names, but if you aren't able to continue making art at the end of the four days, I'll be forced to strip you of your Ultimate Talent. Do you think you can do it?"

You looked away without an answer as the tears began to stream down your cheeks. As much as you wanted to say that you could, and beg Headmaster Kirigiri to give you another extension, you already knew that your time as the Ultimate Artist was over.

Taking your silence as confirmation, Kirigiri continued. "Listen. I think that you're a talented artist, and you still have the potential to succeed. But you must understand, Hope's Peak Academy is not just an average high school. It's designed for the most elite and gifted of students, and I'm afraid that if you're unqualified, there just isn't a place for you. Whenever a tool breaks, you don't use it anymore, right? Or in this, a paintbrush, I suppose. You simply find another. Do you understand?"

You shakily nodded without a word, and you were soon given the resignation forms to sign, signalling that you were officially forfeiting your Ultimate Talent, your dorm, and your place at Hope's Peak Academy.

You soon returned to your dorm to spend your final night at the school, and the next morning, you began packing up your things. Soon, there was a knock on the door, and Toko walked in. After seeing what you were doing, she looked at you in confusion.

"Wh-What the heck are you doing?" You turned to her with a dull expression. "I'm packing all my things. I'm leaving the school."

"Why?!" You turned away in response, doing your best to hold back tears. "Mr. Kirigiri is kicking me out. If I can't make art anymore, then I can't stay."

Toko stared at you in shock before clenching her jaw in anger as her hands started to shake." Wh-What?! Th-That's ridiculous! You still have f-four days left on the extension, c-counting today!"

You continued to pack up your things, still doing your best to keep your composure. "It's not enough time, Toko. Even if my hand is capable of healing all the way, I'm useless if I can't do anything. So they're giving the talent to someone else."

"D-Don't say that, dummy! You're not useless! And wh-why are you just a-accepting it?! Why are you j-just giving up your t-talent to some rando out there?!"

You paused and slowly turned to look at her, and at that point, your tears finally released from your eyes. "When a paintbrush breaks, I don't use it anymore. I just get another one and keep working like nothing happened. It's the same thing for me. If I can't draw, I can't be here. That's all there is to it. There's nothing I can do."

Toko fell silent as she stared at you in surprise, and she looked away with a look of sorrow in her eyes before muttering that she would visit you after school. Soon, you got all your things together, and left the dorm without another word.

Toko did keep her promise, and came to visit you after school every night. Sometimes, you even spent the night together, though she still returned to the dorm to avoid going to her own house.

Even though Toko did her best, you knew the arrangement would decline. You knew that she would be busy with her writing and schoolwork, and wouldn't always have the time to visit every night. Kirigiri did give you permission to visit school grounds, but you weren't allowed to stay during the evening.

It was just as difficult for Toko, too. She missed visiting you in your lab every day, working together with you on her books. She missed seeing the bright smile on your face as you advertised your art in the halls. The new Ultimate Artist had a pleasant and sunny attitude, but Toko wanted nothing to do with her. No one could ever replace you, and she despised the headmaster for what he did.

You still continued physical therapy, and continued doing hand exercises, though it made very little progress. In the end, you knew that nothing would be the same after the injury, but you could only hope that it would change for the better as time passed.