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arosnowflake · 5 years ago

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When A Watch Gets Stolen

Fandom: Magic Kaito/DCMK

Wordcount: 4503

Summary: Hakuba Saguru has met more police officers than he cared to count, and was liked by... well, none of them. So when his watch gets stolen, the people working with the KID task force become his suspects, and he launches an investigation. Or: Hakuba is autistic and gets his comfort object stolen. He takes this about as well as you'd expect.

Notes: Written for Autism Acceptance Month. Warnings for self-injurous stimming and a violent meltdown.

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Hakuba was not well-liked among the KID Task Force, a fact that did not bother him in the slightest. Making friends had never been a priority of his, after all; he was here to catch a thief, and whether or not he got along with a bunch of half-witted officers was of no concern to him.

That is, as long as they left him alone.

His watch was missing.

The latest KID heist had ended with Hakuba on the receiving end of a waterfall of glitter-mixed paint - exceedingly immature, even by KID’s standards, a prank more than a magic trick. Though, he supposed he should’ve seen this coming, after he’d told Kuraba, quote: “If KID can’t even dodge a seven-year-old’s soccer ball, there is no possible reality wherein he could get past a police line to get the drop on me,” in an overt attempt to goad him into recklessness. He had succeeded there, at least, even if he’d still ultimately lost the war.

Either way, Nakamori had offered up the office shower to him, and he’d accepted, gladly washing off as much glitter and paint as possible. Sadly, it turned out the paint doubled as a dye - now, his hair was sparkly pink, and would likely remain as such for the foreseeable future.

Perhaps he’d invite Kuroba and Aoko on a fishing trip. One low blow for another.

And then he excited the shower, tugging lightly at his hair in a last futile attempt to get some of the glitter out, only to find his watch gone.

The rest of his belongings were still there; his button-up, blazer, shoes, pants, underwear, coat, all neatly in place. But in the jacket’s left pocket, where he always put his pocket watch, he found only lint.

He took a deep breath. With forced calm, he checked his other pockets, even though he knew he’d never make such a callous mistake as to misplace something. One thing Hakuba was not was sloppy. He liked everything to be in precisely the right place at the right time, neatly ordered and according to schedule. It provided structure and security. He didn’t like it when those things fell away.

And now his watch was stolen.

A quick sweep of the surrounding area provided little clues, aside from the slightly tilted door handle proving that someone had indeed picked the lock and walked in while he was showering. However, that did not narrow the suspect pool down in the slightest. He was in the middle of a police station, specifically working with the task force of a master thief renowned for dirty tricks; the odds of someone in his immediate vicinity knowing how to pick a lock were disproportionately high.

He could probably rule out Inspector Nakamori. While the man was as dim-witted as they come, he had a clear sense of honor and duty not often seen among officers. It was unlikely he’d stoop to the level of petty bullying; if he had a problem with Hakuba, he’d simply yell it at him, as he’d proven time and time again.

That said, it was exceedingly unlikely that he’d side with Hakuba over someone from his own task force. He was not well-liked, and therefore, he’d receive no help.

Not that he needed it. He was Britain’s youngest detective, rivaled in Japan by only a few. If he couldn’t even deduce who’d stolen his watch, he might as well retire to the country side right now.

He could feel the watch’s absence, as absurd and illogical as it was, taunting him from his pocket. Absently, he scratched his wrist, feeling his nails gauge the skin, leaving red gashes in their wake.

The first order of business would have to be narrowing down the suspect pool. He could hardly do a thorough examination everyone’s desks without getting caught, so he’d have to limit his search to those most likely to have committed the crime.

There was a bang on the door, and Hakuba startled.

“Yo, kid! How long you gonna be in there?” Nakamori’s voice called through the door.

How late was it? Out of habit, he almost reached into his pocket, before remembering the current circumstances and aborting the motion. It was hard to breathe, and his nails dug deeper into his arm.

He forced himself to take a deep breath despite the dam in his chest. Calm down.

“I’ll be right out,” he called back, and went to get dressed.

///

Narrowing down suspects proved to be about as difficult as expected, taken into account that a) no-one in the police station was fond of Hakuba, and b) all cops were varying degrees of bastards. But, finally, he managed to land on three key suspects: Hashimoto Takashi, new to the corps and therefore having something to prove; Fujiwara Akane, who had been accused of theft before, although the charges had been dropped; and Yamamoto Ken, who had been smirking at him for the past three days in an extremely smug fashion.

With the primary suspects nailed down, he went to work.

For some reason, people never even so much as considered the possibility that Hakuba might have some dubiously legal skills. People usually perceived him as an overly rigid rule-follower, and while Hakuba acknowledged he had a tendency to be somewhat inflexible, he was not exactly what you’d call a ‘rule-follower’. The law, while necessarily, was often flawed and illogical, and if the rules made it more difficult for him to do his job, he had no qualms ignoring them.

Regardless, his reputation for being a stickler to the rules meant that no-one had bothered to make any precautions against their desk being lock-picked and their phones being hacked. An oversight, of course; if you’re going to commit a crime, at least have the decency of covering it up properly. Especially if your target is a genius detective.

Neither Hashimoto’s nor Fujiwara’s desk contained anything out of the ordinary, and while both of their texts contained copious amounts of complaining about him, that was not a crime and did not in and off itself implicate them in theft.

Yamamoto’s phone, however, contained some very interesting messages indeed. He was in a small groupchat with some other officers, and he’d been making vague remarks about an ‘upcoming show’ and ‘the best prank in ages’ ever since the day Hakuba’s watch had gotten stolen. He backed up those messages to his own phone; it might prove to be important later.

His desk, however, contained no incriminating evidence, let alone the pocket watch. It should not have come as a surprise, and yet, he had to stop himself from breaking the drawer in two.

He had back-up watches, obviously, other models he could use in emergencies. Right now, a nice brown electric watch sat on his wrists. It was perfectly serviceable and of decent quality, and yet, it felt wrong. Too heavy on his wrist, always somehow managing to be in his line of sight, drawing attention to its obnoxious flickering numbers; every time he saw it, it became harder and harder to push away the panic that always threatened to overwhelm him.

He shoved the drawer closed, careful not to make too much noise. Then, he walked away, his hands shoved in his pocket so that no-one could see the way his nails clawed at the palm of his hands.

///

There was another heist that night. Unusually close to the previous one; KID preferred to have more time to plan out his tricks, but it seemed that dyeing Hakuba’s hair hadn’t needed much preparation. So, another heist.

KID was after the Red Haze this time, a 22 carat Burmese ruby. The owner, an old collector named Nakamura, had been most cooperative with the police, thankfully. Hakuba was crammed together with the rest of the task force in the display room, roughly ten minutes before the start of the heist.

He was panicking. He didn’t know why, but he was panicking. It was a struggle to get his breath under control, his fingers itched with the need to move, and when he turned to check the time the sense of wrongness was so profound it strangled him.

“Hey, Hakuba,” Yamamoto whispered. He bit his tongue to stop himself from yelling. He hadn’t noticed him get so close. Sloppy. Unusually sloppy.

He tried to focus on Yamamoto, but everything seemed hazy. He didn’t know how many minutes they had until the start of the heist, and he couldn’t bring himself to check. He needed to focus on Yamamoto. It might be important.

Yamamoto’s next words filtered through like he was underwater. “Guess what I have?”

In his hands was Hakuba’s pocket watch.

It took him one, two, three seconds to process what he was seeing, before he made a grab for it.

He missed. Through the fog, he realized that was strange, and then he remembered Yamamoto was tall; tall enough to keep anything out of Hakuba’s reach. It didn’t stop him from trying to get at it, jumping in an attempt to reach the chain, and that didn’t seem like something he should be doing, there might be laughing from above the water, but it didn’t matter, there was only one thing that mattered and it -

Was broken on the ground, shattered to little pieces.

Yamamoto was grinning, and ugly, smug smile, and the laughing had gotten louder. Hakuba stared at the remains of his watch, and someone was saying something, but the words were absolutely meaningless, he couldn’t understand them, couldn’t process anything except pain and panic and broken gears and a wide smirk -

Something was wrong. Distantly, he recognized this. His throat hurt, open and screaming, the sounds around him too loud, there were lights on now even though they weren’t before, his body was moving on its own, his hands making contact with something and doing it again and again and again, until he was pulled back by other hands, and still he was screaming and screaming and screaming -

A pair of hands pulled him along, and he tried to claw on them but it didn’t seem to be doing anything, the texture of their skin was off, somehow, but he couldn’t place it, and the lights were off now, and there was quiet. The hands let go, and he tried to follow them, because he needed to hit something, to scratch and hurt something, it was the only thing calming him right now, so he turned to himself, scratching and hitting and screaming. The pain felt real, at least.

And slowly, he calmed down.

There was no new input, nothing to exacerbate his current state, just him and his movements and his pain, and so steadily, the panic sunk and his head grew clearer.

It really was quiet. He wasn’t in the display room anymore; instead it was a smaller one, with a large bed in the corner and soft carpet under his hands. Probably Nakamura’s bedroom. Strange. They hadn’t been allowed in here, nor had they any reason to enter, for that matter. He shouldn’t be here. How had he gotten here?

Then he noticed a bright white blur among the darkness and - ah. The heist had started, then. Sadly, Hakuba was in no state to play mind games, and had no energy to arrest anyone, and so, he just sat back against the wall, closed his eyes and focused on his breathing.

“You okay?” KID asked, something like worry in his voice. Fuck, this was embarrassing.

Not trusting himself to talk, Hakuba waved a hand. Not the most efficient method of communication, but it would have to do for now. Thankfully, KID seemed to get the message, because he shut up and let Hakuba figure himself out in the calm.

After a precise 300 seconds (he counted), he felt well enough to speak.

“As much as I can be after a meltdown,” he finally replied, proud of himself for not flinching back at the sound of his own voice. “Don’t you have a gem to steal?”

“Already did.” KID flashed the Red Haze between his fingers, and ah, yes, perhaps Hakuba should have suspected that. Not that he was up to doing anything about it. Speaking was enough of a challenge right now. “What was that, detective? You do not strike me as the type to lose control.”

Hakuba rubbed his face with one hand and petted the carpet with the other. It really was soft, and he could use some grounding right now. “A meltdown, in the context of neurodiversity, is a way autistic people react to an overload of stress, sensory input, fear, or other negative emotions. They are uncontrollable and can be quite extreme. I am not the type of ‘lose control’, but my brain does not always cooperate with me.”

KID cocked his head. “You’re autistic.”

“Yes. And I would appreciate not finding that rumor spread through the school tomorrow, Kuroba.”

“I am not this Kuroba person you seem to know, but if I were, I’m sure I’d be offended by the insinuation I’d betray your trust for a cheap laugh.”

“Well, just in case, you should know I have a 20000 word essay on why you likely have ADHD, and I am not afraid to use it.”

“Wait, you have a - Nevermind, I’ll steal it later.” KID waved his hand. “Either way, I’m assuming removing you from the source of the stressor was the right course of action?”

“It was, although I would advice against grabbing people if at all possible.” And then, through gritted teeth and with a near insurmountable loss of pride: “Thank you.”

“Don’t think too hard about it, detective.” KID threw the Red Haze into the air, catching it with nimble fingers before tossing it at Hakuba. “You can have the ruby back.”

“How gracious.”

KID shrugged. “Saves me the trouble of returning it later. And besides, stealing is no fun with your critics incapacitated.”

He gave one of his patented, overly dramatic bows, and with a “Take care, detective,” he was gone, vanishing out a window Hakuba hadn’t even noticed yet.

It was another half hour before he could bring himself to make the trek back to the task force.

///

As expected, there was a talk, afterwards.

Nakamori’s desk was messy, paperwork and candy wrappers strewn indiscriminately across the bureau, the only clean corner containing a picture of him and Aoko. Hakuba also noted another three pictures of her taped to his laptop. It seemed like the kind of thing Aoko might like to know, just to remind her that her father did, indeed, care.

Nakamori himself sat back in his desk, looking tired and annoyed in equal measure, rubbing his temples.

They’d been here for an hour now, Nakamori interrogating him on what happened under the guise of ‘wanting to hear his side of the story’. Hakuba hadn’t bothered to explain anything. It wouldn’t help, anyway.

“You know I can’t let you get away with this, right?” Nakamori asked. “If you refuse to give me any damn explanation, I’m going to have to report this to your father. Probably gonna have to do that anyway.”

Hakuba’s fingers curled around the chair’s arm, but he said nothing.

“Yamamoto might press charges.”

He snorted. As if his father would let that happen. Couldn’t have his precious reputation damaged by a criminal son.

Nakamori glared. “You think this is funny? You broke his fucking jaw, Hakuba.”

“And?”

It was the first thing he’d said all hour, and he wasn’t sure why he’d opened his mouth. His fingers were rasping against the wood, and there was something hot in his chest. Anger, he recognized. He’d been angry for days, perhaps even longer, and he was still too out of it to hold back this long. Great.

Well, if he was on his way out anyway, might as well make it a show.

“And?” Nakamori repeated, incredulous. “Do I need to tell you why you should feel guilty for breaking a man’s jaw? Really?”

“Guilty? I should feel guilty?” And oh yeah, he was angry, hot and boiling and it spilled over into his words. “Yamamoto steals my watch with the express purpose of using it to humiliate and hurt me in front of his friends - if not the entire task force - during a Kaitou KID Heist, and I should feel guilty for retaliating?”

Nakamori blinked and opened his mouth to say something, but Hakuba continued on, bulldozing over his next words. “Am I supposed to feel sorry that his plan had some unforeseen negative consequences? He knew perfectly well that I would not react calmly to him smashing my pocket watch, and this was, in fact, the whole entire reason he decided to do it in the first place, and now I’m supposed to feel sorry that I reacted somewhat stronger than he planned? With all due respect, Inspector Nakamori, fuck off. He reaped exactly what he sowed.”

Nakamori leaned forward, blowing out a deep breath through his nose. “Even if what you say is true, which I highly doubt, considering the fact that I’ve known Yamamoto for years and he has never done anything like that, that isn’t a damn reason to get into a fistfight. You should have come to me -”

“And what? What would you have done?” Hakuba’s hand slammed on the desk, and Nakamori flinched back, startled. “I come to you and say ‘Inspector Nakamori, my watch has been stolen’, and what would you do?”

“I would have launched an investigation -”

“No, you wouldn’t have,” Hakuba cut him off. “You would have rolled your eyes and told me that I probably just lost it, that it’s just a watch, that I don’t need to be so melodramatic or make any false accusations. So then I would have decided to do my own investigation, which is exactly what I did anyway, and I would have found evidence that Yamamoto was likely responsible.”

Nakamori opened his mouth, but Hakuba ignored him. “So then I try again, and I come to you with the evidence, but it’s not watertight, so once again, you just roll your eyes. You tell me that you will talk to Yamamoto, after which you call me back into the office to say that Yamamoto denied the accusations and you feel inclined to believe him due to the fact that you’ve ‘known him for years’, and you tell me once again not to make any false accusations.”

He took a deep breath. “And then tonight happens, and it goes the exact same way it did now, and you will tell me that I reacted too strongly and that I will be removed from the case, as you are doing right now.”

Hakuba sat back, and went through the effort of looking Nakamori straight in the eyes. “Tell me, Inspector, exactly what would have changed if I had come to you? Why should I have bothered?”

A silence fell as he stared down Nakamori, the ticking of the clock louder than it ought to be.

Nakamori broke first. “You have evidence?”

“Text messages illegally obtained, not admissible in court,” Hakuba confirmed. “I’ll send them to you, in case you’re interested in maintaining your facade of objectivity.”

Hakuba stood up. “In the meantime, I will be expecting my official dismissal by Friday. I can see myself out.”

And just like that, he walked away.

///

He spent the next day finding ways he could circumvent the task force’s grip on the KID case. Sneaking into heists might be difficult, but it would not be impossible. Probably. Hopefully.

(Hakuba wasn’t that good at disguises, or at least, not at KID’s level, which is what the security around the heists was counting on. He may actually have to ask Kuroba for tips, but that would be an absolute last resort. He did still have a sliver of pride left.)

Either way, he could definitely hack into their database and read their reports, but it wouldn’t be the same. This case had just gotten significantly harder.

At 4AM, he finally fell asleep at his bureau. When he woke up, he found the carefully hidden physical copy of his KID/Kuroba ADHD essay stolen (to be expected and no disaster; he still had numerous digital copies he could print at any moment) and a brand new pocket watch on his pillow. It was silver, with little movable doves decorating the case.

Hakuba spent precisely eleven minutes and fourteen seconds playing with them, and he smiled.

///

By Friday, he did not receive his dismissal, as he had expected. Instead, he received another invitation to talk to Nakamori.

Strange. Perhaps Nakamori wished to deliver the news in person.

Either way, come Monday, he showed up at the task force once more. As he walked to Nakamori’s office, people kept their distance, whispering from the sidelines. Hakuba didn’t care. It wasn’t like he’d have to work with these people again.

He sat in the exact same chair he’d sat last week, and noted, with some perverse pride, that his nails had made little indents in it.

Nakamori was not usually that difficult to read; he wore his heart on his sleeve and was not afraid to speak his mind. That made him easier to deal with than most other people, and although his loud nature grated on Hakuba, it was something he’d always, on some level appreciated.

Today, however, Hakuba couldn’t get a good read on him. He was sitting straight in his chair, unusually professional, and his face was blank. Or, maybe the expression on it was just too subtle for Hakuba to read. That was a distinct possibility too.

Either way, it was unsettling. Hakuba reached into his coat pocket and traced the doves on his new watch.

“So,” Nakamori started. “I called your father.”

Naturally.

“He explained that you’ve gotten into fights with officers before, and basically threatened to end my career if I decided to remove you from the case.”

Hakuba closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Expected, but no less annoying.

“Not that I give a shit about any of that. Not the first time my job has been in peril, and it won’t be the last. I wish them good fucking luck trying to find a replacement for me.”

Hakuba barely managed to hold back a laugh. Nakamori had proven time and time again to be by far the most suited to leading the task force, and KID had proven time and time again he wouldn’t tolerate anyone else. Nakamori was right to be unafraid. His father had no power here.

“But the fact that this apparently wasn’t the first time you snapped and decked a guy did make me curious, so I did a bit of digging.” Hakuba’s surprise must have shown on his face, because Nakamori shot him an irritated glare. “Don’t look so shocked, you’re not the only detective in the room. There’s a reason I got this job in the first place.”

Hakuba inclined his head, contrite, and Nakamori continued. “Anyway. I did some digging, and found out that this is pretty routine for you. You work with the police, you deck a guy, you get about as fired as a high school detective can get, rinse and repeat. Kind of a weird pattern, considering the massive stick up your ass. Since it seemed out of character for you to just attack someone for no reason, I assume that all instances of that were caused by similar situations as this one?”

“Does it matter?” he scoffed.

“It does, actually.” Nakamori leaned forward on his desk. “You seemed pretty certain I wouldn’t have done a damn thing for you, and to be honest, you were right. I don’t like you. I do like Yamamoto - or I did, at least. It would’ve been way easier for me to just wave you off, so I probably would’ve.”

Hakuba sat back, blinking. Well. At least he admitted it.

“And I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what happened with the others, too.”

Nakamori looked at him, and a beat too late, Hakuba realized he was expected to answer. He nodded. “Yes, although I fail to see how this is relevant.”

Nakamori rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It’s relevant because it explains why you didn’t come to me in the first place, and it’s relevant because it shows that this situation is as much my fault as it is yours.”

Hakuba’s hand slid off the watch, the doves’ cool metal replaced by cotton under his fingers. “What?”

Nakamori glared. “I said, it’s my fault as much as it’s yours. As leader of the task force, it’s my job to take these kinds of matters seriously, and I wouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have made you feel like you can’t turn to me for help, and I definitely shouldn’t have been playing favourites, and I’m sorry for that. I should have done better, and I’ll try to do so in the future.”

Hakuba opened his mouth. Closed it again. Repeated the process. He should be saying something, but he was at a loss for words.

“Stop imitating a fish, dipshit,” Nakamori snapped. “Either way, you still broke a guy’s jaw, and I can’t let that slide. Although I can’t suspend you, considering the fact that you’re not actually an officer, I’m removing you from the case for the next three months and refusing you access to the heists. Also, if you pull a stunt like this again, I’ll be kicking you out properly. Just come to me next time, and I promise I’ll take your concerns seriously. No more vigilante justice, understood?”

“What about Yamamoto?” he managed to ask.

“Your evidence was obtained illegally, and not something that would hold up in court anyway, so therefore, it’s not something I can use to level any serious charges against him. However, his messages did imply rather heavily that your accusations were valid. Although your retaliation was far too extreme, childish bullying in the manner displayed by Yamamoto is not something that I’ll tolerate in my task force. As such, I requested for him to be transferred to another department. Hopefully that, and his time in the hospital, will teach him to behave in the future.”

Nakamori leaned back in his chair. “Now, I’ll ask you again: no more vigilante justice, understood?”

Although this barely felt real, Hakuba nodded. “Understood.”

“Good.” Nakamori waved a hand. “Now get out of here, and don’t let me see you for another three months.”

Outside, Baaya was waiting with the car. He watched he houses flash by as she drove him home, still somewhat dazed. He’d have to jump through some hoops for the next three months, but he wasn’t removed from the case permanently. Someone other than him had faced consequences. Nakamori had taken responsibility and apologized.

There was a new watch in his pocket, and surprisingly, it did not feel like such a bad thing.

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philipsgaiamemories · 5 years ago

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Secret Meetings

Fandom: Kamen Rider Gaim

Relationship: Kumon Kaito/ Kazuraba Kouta

Summary: No one could find out how Kouta got his extra cash. No one

Rating: Explicit!

[SOMETHING WHILE YOU GUYS WAIT FOR MY OTHER REQUESTS TO BE FILLED]

‘How did it end up this way?’

The current leader of Team Gaim, Kazuraba Kouta, sighed gently as he walked up slowly to a familiar tall, expensive building. Somehow he kept coming back here, back to this place which held Team Baron’s fancy club house. As much as he hated himself for coming here, this place kept calling him.

It all started in Kumon Kaito’s, Baron’s leader, apartment not too long ago. In his dimly lit hallway, Kouta had tripped over himself, and in the heat of the moment, he found himself peeling away at Kaito’s perfectly pressed pants. The stand-offish man attempted to resist, but gave in quickly to Kouta’s impulsive nature. Gave in to the energetic boy’s mouth…What happened after was a blur. The two were suddenly wrapped up in one another, Kaito refusing to let Gaim’s Leader go, demanding more. The small boy could feel his cheeks flush hotly, remembering the warm gel against his skin, the heat of being entered, and the pleasure of being violated.

Ding-Dong

And after all of that, as he was trying to leave the apartment, for some reason Kaito shoved money into his hands. It was an strange interaction, but, the face of Baron’s Leader had an even stranger expression. A mixture of uncertainty, of awkwardness, as if he wanted to say something more but couldn’t. And since then…

The door opened to Baron’s clubroom, but its occupant did not hang in the door way, retreating into the hallway. This wasn’t unusual treatment though…yet, ever since that night, and seeing that puzzling expression, Kouta had returned multiple times, as if drawn to see it again. Shutting the door behind him, Gaim’s leader followed the soft footsteps through the dimly lit hallways, until they reached the quiet, dark, clubroom. The blinds to the empty clubroom were drawn, shielding them from the public eyes. It was just Kouta and-

Stealthily from the shadows came a taller male, dressed in scarlet and black, wrapped his arms around the smaller dancer.

“K-Kaito!” A small breath left Kouta, feeling the warmth of Baron’s leader’s lips against his neck.

Kaito’s voice was dark, and low again Gaim’s ear. “Back again, Kazuraba?”

The smaller boy turned around, a slow smile crossing his lips. He stood on his tip toes wrapping his arms around his rival, feeling the heat radiate from his body. Kouta nodded his head, staring into the dark hard eyes of Kaito.

“Hm…I figured with all of this…you could blow some steam. And Christmas is around the corner…”

It was a lie of course, he didn’t need the money that badly. But, to be here, to get this close to the elusive Kumon Kaito, Kouta had to stretch the truth a little.

Baron’s leader scoffed, “Heh, I guess it can’t be helped.” With that, Kaito’s large hand lifted, and grabbed Kouta’s chin. Lifting it slowly, the taller man lowered his face, and pressed his lips roughly against the small dancer’s.

There it was…that warmth and intensity of his lips that was the cause of his addiction. Everything that Kaito did, everything that he was, was full of wild unbridled passion. It was a drug which he craved more and more, his fingers sliding into the soft, perfectly styled hair urging the taller boy closer. It didn’t take much, the gentle teasing was all that was needed for the taller boy.

Kaito’s hands lifted up, and cupped around Kouta’s small face, pulling him closer. Normally such an act would be affectionate but for the leader of Team Baron, it was more of a power move, a show of dominance. It caused goose bumps to crawl all up Kouta’s skin, and his heart to pound against his small chest. He would never admit that though, he couldn’t admit that…that, he enjoyed all of this.

The two began to move backwards in the room, their lips still connected, Kaito refusing to let go. The sound of chairs, scraping against the floor echoed through the empty space, as they were forced out of the way. It was barely noticed though by the boys, because Kouta’s hands were too busy grabbing at the small black buttons to Katio’s vest. The last time, the young Kamen Rider was too eager, and pulled at the buttons, popping a few right off his expensive Baron uniform. Of course, that lead to some consequences…luckily all the scratches that he sustained, healed quickly, so all that was left now was faint lines.

But as Kouta was finishing his work on the vest buttons, and half way through the dress shirt, Kaito had already lead them across the room. Suddenly, Gaim’s Leader, felt the cold metal of the car against his back. Slowly, his lips were released, as Baron grabbed at Kouta’s jacket unzipping it in one fluid motion.

“M-mph…”

Kaito’s dark, hazy gaze flicked down, and glared hatefully at the Gaim shirt Kouta wore underneath. Slowly, Baron’s large hand slipped underneath the shirt, his fingertips stroking across Kouta’s sensitive abs. The muscles underneath twitched anxiously, as if aching to be touched more, and of course Baron was eager to comply.

The smaller boy let out a hot breath, his lips hovering right below his secret lover. His mind now completely fogged, feeling flames crawl up and down his stomach with each stroke of Kaito’s fingers. Kouta’s hands shakily reached out, and grabbed at the buttons again, quickly undoing them. Pushing the fabric aside, the fingers of Gaim’s lead traced across the curves of Baron’s defined muscles.

An incoherent sound came from Katio’s throat, as he buried his face against the smaller boy’s neck. Kouta could feel pressure, pricks, against the sensitive skin, and he automatically knew he would have to hide bruises later. This sensation was also followed by the Kaito’s warm hands slide across his thin waist.

“K-Kaito!” Kouta let out a soft whine, unable to control himself. The holder of Banana Arms felt the need to leave marks all over the smaller boy, another way he would show his dominance. Or maybe, a way to mark his territory?

With a soft growl Kaito pushed his hips forward, pressing his finger’s into Kouta’s firm rear; causing the small boys hips to thrust up immediately in surprise.

“Mmph!” The taller Leader captured Kouta’s lips immediately, silencing him and his whimpers. Their hips grinded up against one another, as the smaller male was pressed up against the car, unable to move. Lightening crackled up their bodies with each rub, small gasps escaping from their desperate kiss. Then, through the thin fabric separating their warm bodies, the smaller boy could slowly feel a hardness growing from Kaito’s waist.

Against Baron’s lips, Kouta smiled, normally the composed boy took his time enjoying the teasing, but today…Today, Kaito was riled up and frustrated, his large hands sliding across Kouta’s skin towards the front. Finally, those hands grabbed at Gaim’s front, pulling at the buttons undoing them with ease. The quiet sound of a zipper slowly becoming undone danced in the air, causing Kouta to shiver in anticipation. No, Kaito was not the only one who was anxious and riled up.

“A-Ah!~”

As the zipper went down, the taller man’s fingertips brushed against his hardened length which was protruding from his jeans.

Kaito scoffed, his face morphing into that amused sneer, “Already?...I hardly touched you…” His long fingers slipped within the pants, and rubbed against the moist cotton boxers teasingly. Each touch released pleasured moan and whimpers from the smaller boy, encouraging Kaito even more. As riled up as Baron’s lead was, he truly took pleasure out of hearing those noises from Kouta. Sometimes those whimpers lead to –

“A-ah…Kaito!”

That.

The smaller boy couldn’t help, but shift his hips uncontrollably, rubbing themselves up against Katio’s long fingers. It wasn’t just on the dance floor, or battle field where Kaito wanted to be the best, he had to be an expert on everything, and, it felt…incredible. His length was throbbing and aching with every stroke adding fuel to the fire boiling within him. The breath coming out of Gaim’s leader was becoming sporadic, into a deep, heated panting.

Kouta’s mind was spinning, unable to form any rational thought beyond just the base desire for more pleasure. Kaito was a drug, and the smaller boy willingly because an addict for it.

The sweet torture did not last long though, as the taller man lifted his hands, and grabbed at Kouta’s pants. Tugging the waist line, Kaito forcibly turned the boy around, Kouta’s hands grabbing at the model’s cold car door for support. He knew what was coming next as he felt the cool air rush up his hot skin, causing him to shudder. Baron’s leader had yanked his pants and underwear down with one swift move, reveling Kouta’s hardened length for the other mans amusement.

From behind, Gaim’s leader could hear the rustling of clothes, and in his minds’ eye he could see Katio’s pristine pants, and expensive briefs, falling into a pile on the floor around his feet. Suddenly, Kouta felt warm fingertips crawl up his legs, until-

Smack

He felt the pleasurable sting of Kaito sharply slapping his rear, “Ah! O-Oi Kaito!”

Baron snorted, his tone annoyed, but Kouta knew there was a smirk across his handsome face. “Quiet.”

The hands returned, rubbing Gaim’s firm ass, before he felt something hot press against his skin. He could feel his butt-cheeks spread and before Kouta could prepare himself, he felt the sharp pain of being violated.

“AH!~<3” The small fingers of Gaim’s leader pressed into the cold car door, with the overwhelmingly painful sensation. He could feel Katio’s length press further into him until he could feel the man’s waist against his rear.

Biting his lip, Kouta let out a loud whimper, feeling the taller man’s length slide back from within him, and glide back in, in slow thrusts. Katio’s fingers pressed into Kouta’s thin waist, holding him in place, as he slowly rocked back and forth.

“Mmmh!”

The soft rhythmic sound of flesh colliding, alongside the soft sounds of grunting and whimpering from the two boys, filled the room. At first, the pain rocked him, knocking the breath out of him. But now…after it melted away, the sensation was incredible! Kaito filled every inch of Kouta’s being, stretching him out from the inside. Some sort of strange mixture of pain and pleasure, that caused his body to go haywire.

Gaim’s leader felt licks of fire crawl up his pale back, feeling the taller man’s lips brush, and drag across his skin. Each movement was methodical, going over each sensitive spot as if Kaito was indulging on a treat, and didn’t want to gobble it up too quickly. All the while of course, the brash man was claiming him.

“A-Ah!”

Kouta let out sharp yelps, feeling Kaito’s teeth bite into his back, leaving dark bruises all over his skin. From behind him, the small boy could hear Baron’s lead let out an annoyed sigh, his breath hot against his skin.

“So noisy…”

Suddenly Gaim’s leader felt his short chocolate hair being grabbed, and then pulled back. Gasping softly, Kouta’s head was forced back, a shock of lightening racing down his body, from the sudden show of force.

“Kai-to” A soft needy whine came from the smaller boy, as his head was held up feeling his hair being pulled.

Scoffing, “Heh.” Kaito then quietly growled, his other hand holding onto Kouta’s waist firmly. Their rhythm started to speed up, as the taller man began to violate his secret lover harder. The bent over boy bit his lip trying desperately to keep his cries at a minimum. But the more and more that Baron’s leader thrusted into him, the harder it was to do. Kouta’s back arched perfectly, his rear sticking out, as he rocked with the other body, desiring more and more sensations. His whole body was becoming slick with sweat, his nerves raw, and completely working in order-drive.

The smaller boy could feel Baron’s large hands clutch his chocolate hair even harder, in that perfect sort of way, that caused his rear to tighten in pleasure. The sounds of flesh pounding against one another got louder, mixing with the sounds of gasping, and moaning. By this point, even Kaito’s voice was heavy, coming out in short growls.

“Ka..zu…ra…ba…” There was desperation within the movements of the two of them, fast and hard, seeking the ultimate pleasure.

Kouta, still grasping onto the car for dear life, began to tremble underneath the taller male, his body reaching uncontrollable climax. It felt like his whole body was on fire, set ablaze with each squeeze, touch, and pull from the other man.

“…Don’t…” Kaito softly hissed in his ear, “…Don’t you go first…” Baron’s leader thrusted hard into the small boy, as if emphasizing his point.

There was a soft whimper that released from Kouta, a smile crossing his lips. Yes, this was how it was, even in the heat of the moment, Kaito demanded to be first at everything. He craved that sense of being on top, first and in control. And with each stroke, and thrust, he wanted to exhort that control. By this point though as much as Baron’s lead wanted him to wait, Kouta was shaking under him, his body threatening aching to release.

Kaito, sensing the urgency growing within the other boy, did not waste any more time. He slid his hand from the boy’s chocolate hair, and firmly grabbed onto the boys waist thrusting unmercifully into him. Kouta rear tightened up just perfectly, causing his whole body to quiver, fire rising within his abs. Baron’s leader was being pushed to the edge by his lover, and he moved furiously seeking to fall off the edge. His body’s desperation, and the sounds of Kouta’s whimpers, moved him, drowning him in a sea of passion.

“A-ah…Hmmph!” Burying himself deeply into Kouta, Kaito hissed sharply between this gritted teeth as he felt the fire leave his abs. The pressure built within him now dissipated, as he violently released everything he had into his lover.

Kouta gasped softly in response, feeling hot liquid spread within him. “A…Ka-ito…”

He shifted, Baron’s leader may have felt the sweet release of climax, but the smaller boy was still bursting inside. Kouta’s body quivered, a soft needy whimper escaping from his throat, tilting his head slightly sideways. His eyes, dark, and hazy lifted their gaze to stare into Kaito’s, eyes, from behind his long bangs. That was it…that look at Kaito had, was one of the biggest reasons Kouta kept coming back. A look of pure bliss, of unhindered emotion, that no one else has seen in this world. Something that only Kouta got to see.

Kaito felt his heart almost skip within his chest, a heavy breath leaving his lips. The look Kouta gave the taller man was downright dangerous. Needy, and hot, begging to be touched. That look was going to be his undoing…It just made the tall man want to ravish the young dancer even more.

His large hand slid around Kouta’s thin waist, whispering hotly, “…I guess…I should take care of this…” The small boy’s rear shifted anxiously, as the hand reached around, slowly until…

“Mmmm…!”

Rocking his hips forward eagerly, Gaim’s leader felt Kaito squeeze his hardened length. “A…aa..”

The taller man slowly pumped, controlling the rhythm between the two. Kouta’s length was dripping wet, with pre-cum and sweat, making it easier to glide and tease. The smaller boy couldn’t help himself, trying to move the motions faster, seeking the release. But Kaito kept his pace, slow, using his thumb to tease the slit. And soon, his smaller, hidden lover caught the pace, and rocked with him, until his eyes rolled back in his head, and he released violently in Baron’s hand.

“O-oh..m.mmmm…” It was a soft purr that came from Kouta, as he slumped against the car, completely spent.

The two stood still for a moment, their breathing ragged, and heavy. The taller man’s hand slid across the boys waist, wiping himself clean. At the same time the lips of Kaito brushed up against the back of Kouta’s neck, almost uncharacteristically tender. Yes…no one ever got to see this side of him…and Kouta loved that he was the only one.

“A-AH!” Suddenly the smaller boy felt an emptiness overcome him, and the warmth and heat that filled him, go cold. Biting his bottom lip, Kouta turned his head slightly to face the other boy, but before he could completely turn, a towel was thrown in his face.

Slowly he stood up straight removing the towel from his face, and watched as Kaito slowly began to wipe himself clean. “Hurry and clean up.”

And there it was, Kaito turned back to his stoic self, his face back to being unreadable and hard. Sighing lightly, Kouta slowly wiped off his pleasure juice shivering at the cotton against his sensitive length. His whole body was on pins and needles, still feeling the ghostly touches of Baron on his body, as he grabbed his clothes from the floor. The two dressed in silence, and as Kouta began to zip up his jacket, Kaito quietly came up next to him. In his hand was a few colorful notes of money.

“A-ah!” With a gentle smile Gaim’s leader reached out and took the money, his hands brushing against Kaito’s. Yes… this was normal too… “Thanks”

He had to take the money and smile, even though he didn’t want to. They kept their relationship hidden, knowing how much it would rock both their worlds if they let it out. But Kouta kept his own secret, he wanted to be here, wanted to touch Kaito, and to see this side of him. Shoving the money in his pocket, he diverted his gaze away from the taller man. For now, this, this would have to be enough to be close to his secret lover.

“I should leave.” He said finally, knowing that their time was coming to an end. If he stayed for much longer, then he would risk getting caught by the rest of Team Baron.

Kaito scoffed, walking slowly towards the entrance, “You didn’t have to tell me that Kazuraba.”

Running his fingers through his hair Kouta rolled his eyes, following closely behind. “Anyway, Ill see you later…okay?” His voice was soft, but the last word gently held a hopeful tone.

“Hmm.”

It wasn’t the most energetic answer, but, as Gaim’s leader passed by Kaito in the hallway, he spotted the slightest of nods from the man. Kouta’s lips turned into a silly grin, satisfied with the response, as he poked his head out the door, verifying no one was around. Brushing past Kaito he went out the door trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

He could feel his heart leap as it always did when he left the clubhouse, each time they met like this, it got harder and harder to want to leave. Sighing heavily, he shoved his hands in his pockets, his mind already counting the days until their next secret encounter.

#Kumon Kaito #Kazuraba Kouta #Kamen Rider Gaim #Orange Jesus #Banana Lord #Secret Meetings

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jjinomu · 6 years ago

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Hi! I’m the anon who critiqued some of your stuff a while ago! Anyway, you have improved so so much since then! Your models are looking beautiful! (especially your meiko omf i’m love her but i’m biased) Anyway, I had one other small critique for you about your male models in particular, I noticed that they have rather curvy/round thighs and legs in general and I think that looks a bit too feminine. I especially noticed this on Kaito’s legs when you posted the models in just their underwear-

hey thanks!! im glad you like meiko HAHA im still working on her!!! but oh yeah!! i personally…like curvy thighs on my guys i think it’s just a modelling style??? stylistic choice??? i’m not trying to be realistic, like at all, with my models and i feel like a lot of people…. think i am??? but i’m just going to lay out some strong facts rn and just say outright that i really like curvy thighs and butts homies HAHAeven my modellin assignments for uni are just… well…

yknow HAHA

but don’t worry!! if kaito’s thighs were a bugger, i can assure you that i’ve stopped using that kaito base because it didn’t really fit him once i slapped some clothes onto him HAHA so i’ve made a new one!! i’m still workin on it but since it’s still super ugly zz but it looks a lot more masculine now and i’ll continue working on it til it Fits!!!

and yeah!! i mean rin and len’s (and even miku’s) bodies aren’t full of volume when compared to my adult models, they might seem bigger against other models but……… i feel like if i made them more thinner like then it wouldn’t really… fit my style anymore you feel?? i’ve made them as lanky as i possibly can and if people are…. sexualising them by callin them ‘thicc’ when i never asked them to do that, or intended for that to be a thing just becase their thighs aren’t as thin as tda’s or any typical anime style then is that really…. my fault?? should i just not make rin and len models anymore??? sorry if that comes off as mean but i’ve been so scared and did heavily debate over even making rin and len models to begin with (more so showin em and even more so releasing them), because my style is just… a lot more meatier, stumpier and not as elongated than other anime-model styles and i don’t mind the critiques………. but well y’know loool

otherwise cheers for your critiques!! i’ll try my best to take them into consideration and sorry for the mini rant loool but i appreciate that at least you’re nice about it unlike some rather unsolicitedly rude people haha haha

hahahaahahhaahahahahahaha

#notmmd #ask #Anonymous

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ladykailolu · 6 years ago

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I would pay money to see Kaito model women’s underwear lol

#Kaito Momota #ndrv3 #New Danganronpa v3 #Momo-chan #my astro boi

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kaibutsushidousha · 7 years ago

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Artbook Data - Kaito Momota

Kumadori is the make-up pattern worn by violent characters in kabuki theater.

Seiyuu’s comment: Ryouhei Kimura

I yelled a lot (laughs). It was very fun to play the part of a character with a heart win a world as full of suspicion as DanganRonpa. I pray his presence can make you feel more confortable inside that terrifying world filled with monstrous characters. I’m glad I got to be part of this game but... it kinda sucks that I can’t play it unspoiled (laughs).

Kodaka’s comment: Taking the manly spirit of adventure as far as it can go

The name Momota sounds dignified and hot-blooded. And the name Kaito was chosen because it’s just straight-up badass. You could say he knows “the solutions to how to interact with people”, so we thought it would be adequate to write Kaito with the kanji meaning “solution Dipper”. That’s the origin story behind Momota’s name. For his design, we started from the keyword “hot-blooded bro character” and tried many variations, until we ultimately decided to go with a face that’s both handsome and laughable, as he was supposed to be spending long amounts of time with Saihara. The purple uniform, the space print inside, the goatee, they were all Komatsuzaki’s ideas. Aditionally, we decided his talent should be astronaut that’s the best idea we got when we tried to think of how to the elevate the hot-blooded spirit of adventure to the extreme. Space really is made of adventure, isn’t it! Also because it would be useful in the plot.

The very first thing we decided about him is that he would take the role of the bro character that makes the protagonist grow. We already the hot-blooded character in DR1 with Kiyotaka Ishimaru, but a motivational bro characters was not done in any previous entries. Additionally, adding Harukawa to form an unbalanced trio was another idea we had relatively early in development, thinking Harukawa’s growth would have a good contrast with Saihara’s growth. For V3 in particular, we consciously strived to write growth in every character and for these two in particular, I believe I managed to make their psychological changes much more visible than the rest due to Momota’s presence. When the characters was first presented, I saw a lot of fans saying he was “the new Hagakure”, but seeing how he impacted the protagonist, I believe Momota was the character whose fan impression changed the most before and after the game.

Momota was a character I made myself, but he was actually heavily inspired by a bro character in a famous manga. Quite a few of his sprites show this, even... Who could it be?

Design Notes:

Hairstyle: A raging standoffish hairstyle. No matter how hard you try to trim it, it still this beautiful mess that closely resembles a space jet coming out of a black hole.

T-shirt: His favorite t-shirt, one that show his unique fashion sense through the kumadori design stamped on it. Did he buy it because he like it or did he just pick the first thing he found?

Uniform: A fairly long blazer-type uniform Momota ordered a tailor to lenghten even more. He calls it Galactic Jacket. It’s decorated inside with his beloved space imagery. Just everything about it appeals to feeling of wanting to challenge the universe.

Muscles: Although he drove Saihara to do the night training, he is not doing any big exercises himself. He actually never finished his 50 sit-ups nor his 100 push-ups!

Right hand: For some reason he never wears his right sleeve, composing his shoulder jacket Momota Style. Does he perhaps keep the jacket fluttering because he wants to show everyone the space print?

Underwear: Momota’s favorite trunks. The use of the flashy black and red colors is not only eye-catching but it also represent the burning of the universe covering his important parts. It’s basically the big bang in an underwear.

Slippers: Slippers with the same space print as the inside of his uniform. They are okay to use indoors, but they suck to use in places with damage floorboards and muddy floors.

Favorite presents:

Splateen: A teen magazine filled to the brim with pictures of models in swimwear in the heights of summer. Momota’s wants to enjoy youth to its fullest, so he would wholeheartedly appreciate it.

Toy Moon Buggy: A plastic model of a moon exploration robot. It’s plain, but it’s one item filled with the spirit of adventure. A no-brainer when trying to choose a present to a man dreams of setting his legend in space.

Homeplanet: A home light that can make your room like a planetarium. It comes with narrations from popular seiyuus and it fills spirit of adventure to space.

Hated presents:

Japanese-style Wig: A wig with Japanese-style long straight black hair. No matter how much you cut it, the hair always grow back... Never tell Momota this kind of occult story.

Key Phrases:

Here Is The Super High School Level Prodigy!?: Momota was the first person in history to have become an astronaut trainee before the age of twenty. He took the astronaut exam through means he can’t publically say, but the examiners found impressive talent in him. He already had college-level academic knowledge, specially in languages. We couldn’t tell by his looks!? His future prospects are so promising he already got the name of “Super High School Level Astronaut” before he even flew to space. He must escape the Saishuu Academy as soon as possible to go meet his grandparents, who are eagerly waiting for his return!

The Super High School Level Boss and His Disciples: As an astronaut trainee, Momota’s talent was acknowledge by society. But he has already previously worked in various non-space-related fields. He work a lot as a “boss”, guiding special people to success. A Major League player, a Nobel winner, the Prime Minister, idols. Many found success in their lives thanks to his guidance and teachings. In other words, Momota is an expert in finding potential in people and improving them and his aim now is helping Saihara stop averting his eyes and coming to terms with his talent. And he is not doing it by working on the basics of detective work, but by telling him he was his “assistant” and taking the responsibility for Saihara’s work. Momota is always hot-blooded and forceful, but he has some thoughtful moments?!

Men Should Just Shut Up and Train!: Due to the first case, his friends fell into distrust. In order to regain their seemingly lost union, his first step is to start training every night with his loyal disciple Saihara! Momota made him do 100 push-ups and told him “the impossible becomes possible once you accomplish it!”. Boss Momota didn’t do all of the physical work, but his speech work was on point!

Main quotes:

“Griiiiiit yooooouuurrr teeeeeeeethhhh!“: Saihara was suffering because he exposed someone’s crime and ruined their life. Seeing how he was such a weakling who couldn’t accept this despite of his talent, Momota felt the need as a man to show Saihara the right with his ever forgiving fists. The passionate friendship of high school kids is so wonderful! ...except you’re supposed to say “grit your teeth“ before you punch, not after...

“So what? The person in a woman’s underwear could have been anyone, even me!“: A case has happened one night. One testimony that could become an alibi said a woman in underwear was witnessed. Seeing someone in woman’s underwear would immediately lead to deducing the person was a woman. However, Momota presented the minimal possibility it was him...? Think about it rationally, he made some absurd declarations. As Shirogane put it “this would be an entirely different crime“!?

“N-No fucking way... it’s a motherfucking curse-! Cut that crap!!“: Monokuma suddenly mentions “reving the dead“. Bringing their recently dead friends back to life is so proposterous that obviously no one takes it seriosly. Except for Momota, who starts shivering, have breathing problems and losing his appetite. And as the undesirable situation escalates, people start commenting about the curse of the dead. With this intense yell, he pathetically clings to Harukawa. Even after Harukawa replies “You’re the one who... should cut the crap...! D-d-... do you wanna die-!?“, he show no signs of letting go... Despite how forceful and luck-pushing he is, he gets really weak when it comes to ghost stories. Teeheehee.

Final comment: People get hot-blooded just by standing next to him!? When he has something decided, he goes for it without listening to what anyone has to say about it. The luminary’s burning reverberating soul would never fade away inside Saishuu’s walls!

#kaito momota #artbook translations #the way kimura views the franchise puzzles me #I can't believe I read the the new Hagakure meme coming from an official source #kodaka said momota was based in a manga not an anime so i think it's not kamina #he calls it Galactic Jacket was probably the cutest line in this book

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sanctferum · 7 years ago

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Dangan Ronpa chapter 3 freetime part 2!

Here we go. Himiko’s free time event! …I can’t trigger it. I’ll try again next chapter, assuming she’s alive then. Gonna try Gonta or Angie, or maybe Kiyo.

I’ll go for Angie. There’s too much detail paid to how her lab locks and on which doors are which locks. She has a good chance of dying this chapter. …Nope, can’t get a free time event from her either. Kiyo, then?

Kiyo time! The difference between anthropology, archeology, and history…History is records, archeology is items, and anthropology is folklore and customs. Customs and superstitions can only come into being in places where they can be shared amongst people…Shuichi doesn’t get it, though.

When Kiyo thinks of a kappa, and when Shuichi thinks of a kappa, they aren’t the same creature. Monsters originally were formless – people’s superstitions and emotions given shape are what much of today’s mythologies are composed of. Culture changes, and so does the form a kappa takes…

Now let’s use our next free time event to check in with Keebo! Nope, looks like we really can’t hang out with anyone who’s on the student council…that leaves Kaito, Miu, Kiyo, and Kokichi. I doubt Maki is ready to hang out with us. We’ve already gotten all of Kokichi’s events, so let’s go chill with Kaito.

Kaito claims to be busy…he looks preoccupied with what happened this morning. Fine. FINE. I’ll hang out with Miu, and give her this stupid groper tentacle from Ultra Despair Girls. She better not turn me down to pay attention to the computer…

OK, she’s pissed off about the Student Council, but calms down enough to accept a present. Here, have a pervy item!

Miu decides she’s gonna devote her time to “Poo-ichi”, as she has been calling Shuichi since the beginning…Shuichi starts to wonder if this is actually a good idea. He gets dragged to the Ultimate Inventor Lab, despite his protests. She immediately starts showing off her inventions. Like this sensor! Which senses something, right? It’s…it’s called the “Hookup Counter”…an invention to try and determine how many people you’ve had sex with. Rather than tell Shuichi what her sensor said about him, she gets her next invention out. An arm with a boxing glove…Shuichi, you might wanna duck, I think this invention is gonna sock you in the face.

It’s the “Auto-Puncher that Punches You For Telling Terrible Dirty Jokes”. Nevermind, if that socks anyone, it’s gonna hit Miu…it has a description for a name cause she was too lazy to come up with a good name for it. She compares naming every invention she makes to if Shuichi felt the need to name every sperm cell he shoots off while beating the meat. Then the auto-puncher socks her in the fucking face. It works after all! Hooray!

A…good punch? Are you a masochist? Actually, don’t answer that?

One more invention! Shuichi sounds absolute delighted to hear that. By which I mean he sounds like he would very much like to be somewhere else right now.

A ray gun. A sci-fi ray gun. OK.

Oh no, even worse. It’s a gun that teleports underwear off the person it hits. The “Going Commando” gun. Well, at least we aren’t teleporting bread.

Why can the gun only teleport underwear anyways? Actually I still don’t want an answer to these questions.

Incredible technology! That she is wasting on underwear. Good fucking grief, skip the rest of your character arc and just go make millions in the sex toy industry already.

Miu looks like she’s about to cry after Shuichi calls her inventions odd, she he lies and says they look pretty cool.

What kind of fun are you talking about, Shuichi? ;)

OK she bounced back pretty quick.

I don’t think she meant testing her inventions on you. Especially with the word “blow” involved.

Wow that event was super awkward.

Evening, and the Monokub announcement is here! Monotaro got KO’d by Monodam as punishment for some misstep or other, so only Monophanie is here. The Monokubs will be taking a break from announcements…but the announcements will still happen! That’s Monokuma’s new job! He’s still catatonic, though, so…

Kaito did not look well last we saw him. Will we still be training tonight? Well, the doorbell is ringing, so…I’m guessing it’s someone else besides Kaito. Maki?

It is Maki! Kaito says he’s not feeling well…we should train without him, he says.

Shuichi and Maki train together, and as they do…Maki asks Shuichi why he’s training. A detective doesn’t need to do this…but when Shuichi is with Kaito, it’s like all that stuff about the problems here and what he needs to do just fades away. Shuichi goes on to describe why Kaito, while no role model, is exactly the kind of friend he needed.

100 pushups again way before Shuichi was done. Maki is really good at this.

“I used to be forced to do push-ups until I passed out. 100 pushups is nothing.” Uh. Are we gonna find out about Maki’s past? I wonder how much of her orphanage backstory is real…

Maki thinks Kaito is useless. But in a way…she’s…jealous of him. He has all these strange little things about him, but Maki? What you see from Maki is what there is. Anything else – anything superficial, anything nonessential – she lost. She was forced to lose. She was forced to lose all the things that make people human, so “they” could mold her as they saw fit. Even now, she can’t be sure of what she really is…she didn’t want this life. But she had no say in the matter. And now…she’s more of a robot than Keebo, and he’s a literal robot. But even he acts more human than Maki does. But…she had no choice, because…

At this point she clams up again. Shuichi talks a bit about how he never wanted to be a detective. Uncovering people’s secrets for money…it’s not what he wanted. But…in this situation…he has friends relying on him. If it can help the others, he’ll do as much detective work as he needs to. Without Kaede and Kaito, he would have been lost…it was his interactions with them that opened his eyes.

Maki doesn’t care about his story and walks away. Shuichi goes back to pushups, still worried about Kaito.

Maki returns to the dorms to find the Student Council all assembled there. They’re here to make sure none of the others go out at night. Monokuma’s regulations permit people to go out at night, but after Kirumi’s crime…it might be best if that stopped.

Maki thinks that the Student Council is trying to take away the other Ultimates’ freedom of movement.

Atua wishes for the school to be more peaceful, so-

Tenko interrupts Angie to speak bluntly: People are afraid of Maki. That’s why the Student Council is here.

Fade to black…

Monodam theater! Humans start out as invalids and end up as invalids. In the end, an old person can only do as much as a baby. Humans are pointless. End theater.

Monokuma announcement: silence from Monokuma, then the monitor turns off. Good morning, guys! Let’s go eat breakfast.

Kokichi’s in the dorm hall, hungry, but also sad that he can’t eat Kirumi’s cooking anymore.

Outside, on the way to the dining hall, is Maki, and a bit closer to the dining hall, Kiyo. Maki asks if Shuichi is OK, then tells him not to worry about it when he has no idea what she’s referring to. It turns out to be the Student Council thing from last night. Maki is barred from walking around at night. Maki warns Shuichi to be careful that Angie doesn’t seize too much power, or else those not on the Student Council will end up with fewer and fewer freedoms.

Shuichi decides that the situation needs to be dealt with, lest the group end up being torn in half.

Kiyo wants Shuichi’s help with cleaning his lab. We agree to help him later on, and Shuichi observes that Kiyo’s been a bit obsessed with seances ever since discovering the Caged Dog book and artifact.

Inside the academy, Miu is very tired. She stayed up all night figuring out stuff about the weird computer on the 4th floor.

Groin muscles? Um. What. What are you making the computer do, exactly…?

Let’s. Um. Go into the dining hall and oh what the hell is this.

Kaito versus Atua…I mean, Angie. Oh boy.

Kokichi was hoping for some discord in the group…he doesn’t like boring things. Asshat.

Kiyo believes depending on a god is a sign of a corrupted mind. There’s only one thing that can be fully depended on…oursel- er, that’s, what? Love? Excuse me? That’s not what I expected from Kiyo…

Why so mad, Kaito? Is it cause they treated Maki like a potential blackened?

Oh fuck. The Student Council blocked off the underground passageway in the name of preparing to stay here forever. Until Gonta can be convinced to take the boulders he put on the manhole off, we can’t access the escape passage.

Angie…knew exactly what to say to get Shuichi to shut up. She also brainwashed half the remaining students…she’s a dangerous one, that’s for sure.

Leaving the decision to Atua is just leaving the decision to Angie, who can claim Atua said whatever and they have no way of refuting her.

After Tsumugi explains why they didn’t listen to everyone’s opinions, Angie hugs her like she did Himiko and Gonta. Is that part of the brainwashing trick? But, Tsumugi already is following Angie…

Tsumugi asks when she can meet Atua…is that foreshadowing? Is she gonna die?

Yeah, this is a bad situation.

With the pretense of being worried that the others harbor thoughts of escape still, the Student Council grabs more power. It’s not just Maki, now. No one but the Student Council members can walk around at night. Angie claims that there’s an exception for the Student Council members cause none of them want to leave anymore anyways.

Someone on the Student Council is lying, I’m sure of it. Possibly Angie herself. I haven’t forgotten Celeste’s case from Dangan Ronpa 1…she was the one who forbid walking around at night, and who urged everyone to adapt. And it turned out she was the most desperate to escape. (Except possibly Sayaka?)

Kaito, though. Kaito wants to escape. If he lives here forever, he will never be able to go to space. Before he can continue, the Kubs show up. Right. Fighting is not allowed. And in order for us to get even closer to each other...Monodam presents…a flashback light! But before anyone can use it, Angie grabs it and breaks it on the floor. The Student Council has decided that flashback lights are now banned. By which we mean, Angie has decided. What do people who are gonna stay here forever and ever need with outside memories?

Without the flashback light, whatever the Kubs plan is cannot proceed. Monodam is freaked out enough that he leaves without another word, and the other two follow him.

The non-Student Council members are outraged. Angie then says she has a plan for the resurrection ritual. The more friends here, the less people will want to escape.

Another time limit motive would be bad…so her plan for the ritual is…in that scenario, have the resurrected person die as a sacrifice so the other people can survive. Angie…you’ve been here in Monokuma’s academy too long. You’re starting to think like him…or like Kaede ended up thinking…either way…

Kaito brings up that the Necronomicon is a motive for the killing game. Shuichi notes that Kaito is looking worse and worse by the moment…

Angie is planning to bring back Rantaro, because “Atua says so”. Kaede and Kirumi killed. Angie refuses to bring them back. And Ryoma was a criminal who broke the group’s rule about not sharing motive videos. Rantaro would be the only one of use to the Student Council…

Shuichi can’t begin to grasp how nuts all of this is, and any attempt to do so is interrupted by Angie deciding to gather the Council and depart to start the ritual.

Atua’s will…Angie’s will…they’re the same thing. Either Angie is right and Atua channels himself through Angie, or, more likely, Angie is making up what Atua is or isn’t saying. This situation is bad.

Kokichi is eager to fight the Student Council. He starts to order Maki to kill them off, but Shuichi won’t hear of it, obviously. And all this time, Kaito is not looking good.

Kokichi wants to go to war. But he doesn’t want Rantaro to be brought back. I dunno how genuine he is about anything, let alone wanting to resurrect Kaede. I’d think he’d rather resurrect Kirumi.

He talks about an anime about a death game, where the mastermind sacrificed a family member to get the killing started. Is it called “Danganronpa: The Animation” by any chance? I’ve seen that one. It’s good but Trigger Happy Havoc is better. Oh well, adapations don’t always work out. The Princess Bride is a rare exception.

Rantaro could’ve been working for the mastermind…that’d explain how he knew about the secret door, if he was the one disturbed the card reader dust. He seemed almost at ease with the situation, like he was used to it. Still, I have a strong doubt about that.

Maki of all people is asking if there’s a peaceful resolution to this possible…but she doubts there is. So if there are two sides, why not remove one of them? Well, she doesn’t want to kill anyone. It’s just an option from the kind of world she’s from…

Miu’s just happy that the resurrected student will be first in line to die instead of her. Girl, what the fuck.

Kaito just has a chill. Nothing wrong here. Hey Kokichi, call him out on this obvious lie, will ya?

Kaito can’t stop the chills running through his body? Did someone poison him or something? I’m not so sure he was lying about that, now…

Shuichi still want to escape this place, with everyone. Kaede’s wish…Shuichi has to do something.

Free Time…who can we even hang out with? I wonder…yes! We CAN hang out with Maki! Dunno if we can get her Free Time events, but I’m gonna try!

What would she even like? I…I have no idea. I’m gonna give her random shit and see what happens.

Many resets later…she apparently liked the beret item. It’s red, true, but…

Shuichi questions Maki over her assassin talent. Maki states that assassination organizations would disband once people knew about them. Does she work alone then? Who’s the “they” she mentioned before?

The Holy Salvation Society…the assassin organization and cult that Maki belongs to. Wait, so one of the non-Student Council members is a part of a cult, but a different one than Atua’s?

It sounds more like a mafia to me, the way Maki is describing it. But apparently, the cult part is just as real as the actual assassination part that the cult is a front for. Except that most believers are “in” on the truth. But there are some who have no idea.

The founder and boss of the Holy Salvation Society doesn’t believe in God, at least not in private. And yet, he and his cronies haven’t been punished for it, or for killing people. That’s why Maki believes God doesn’t exist.

Maki and her fellow assassins are as devout as the boss. Aka, not at all. She’s affiliated with the cult, but not a cultist herself. The assassins don’t interact with each other often…so much for any friends there. And when the time comes, an assassin will have…outlived their usefuleness. And Maki? Maki just accepts that’s how life is. That’s how it works. Even if it means she could one day be betrayed and killed by them. I don’t know the details on how the cult raised Maki other than the pushups part, but they really fucked her up in the head…

Kiyo, Maki, Miu…with Kokichi finished last chapter, and Kaito feeling sick, those are our choices. I’ll go with Maki again.

This time the topic is the weapons in the Ultimate Assassin Lab. Depending on the situation, different weapons are useful. Maki knows how to use all weapon types, in case she needs a particular tool for the job. There’s lots of weapons. Knives, poison, sniper rifles, martial art techniques, bombs…the bombs are used when you’re making it extra clear that the target did something your client did not want them to do. With a blast like that, there’s no mistaking it as something other than a warning to others – don’t do that, or you’ll be next. Maki’s taken out entire building floors before with bombs. Usually, though, that isn’t necessary.

As I figured, assassins in real life (well, video game real life, which according to a theory I have isn’t even that) are no secret heroes. They kill good people or bad people, no questions asked. Who the person is doesn’t matter at all. Orders are orders, and business is business. Maki’s killed many people without learning more about who they were than it took to come up with an assassination plan. But she’s also had to kill people she knew well…including people she considered friends. A yakuza leader’s daughter, whose mother had no connections to the mafia. The yakuza’s elites knew of her father’s love for her daughter, decided that it could cause problems if a rival gang kidnapped her or something, and just…got Maki to get rid of the problem. And so, a friend from school died. According to a local religious group, it was an act of God…that religious group was, of course, Maki’s organization. But Maki doesn’t believe in acts of God, and she has no intention of blaming others for what she has done. And yet it was after killing her friend from school that she realized not just what her life had become, but that it would keep being this way. And so…she did what she had to to survive. And she believes her victims did the same, until it was no longer possible. She is a killer. She kills. But she’s all too aware that she can be killed too.

Night-time already. After the Monokuma announcement, in which Monokuma is still as catatonic as ever, we go to check up on Kaito, see how he’s dealing with Angie’s curfew. But before we can even ring the doorbell, the door opens and Maki steps out. What?

She looks mad, and Kaito, who thankfully isn’t dead or anything, still looks awful…he hasn’t been able to eat or sleep since yesterday. He’s skipping training tonight. He’s about to figure out what to reschedule the training session to, when Maki stops him. No rescheduling, Angie and the Council be damned.

Kaito’s training made Maki think. It made her think about how to confront “it”. Her enemy? Her past? Her employers? She leaves to train alone.

Kaito must be really unwell to not be opposing Angie and her chumps…

Outside, Shuichi tries to explain that Kaito is sick to Maki. Maki turns around to face him…and the face she’s making is not a good one. She’s glaring at him, looking almost murderous. No, not at him. Past him. At Tenko.

Tenko refuses to back down, but it’s clear she’s terrified of Maki. Maki says she doesn’t want to fight Tenko, and that she thinks Tenko is here for some reason other than enforcing the curfew. She wants to ask Maki for a favor. A personal favor.

Tenko doesn’t sound brainwashed…now that I think about it, she wasn’t as enthusiastic as the others in praising Angie and Atua, and we didn’t see her get hugged by Angie. But if she wasn’t brainwashed, why did she join the Student Council? Because Himiko did?

Tenko praised Atua before, but she confesses now that she could never believe in him for real. The only thing she can believe in is Aikido.

Yeah, she’s in the cult to try and save Himiko, as I thought.

Himiko doesn’t like to spend energy. And thinking for yourself costs energy. But Tenko knows that Angie is dangerous.

Angie believes in Atua. That’s no lie. She thinks she’s Atua’s vessel. It’s not that she’s using Atua as a convenient excuse…it’s that she’s attributing everything she does to the will of Atua. Which means she’s always perfectly blameless and can do no wrong.

But to ask Maki for a favor…does she want Maki to kill Angie?

She does. But just because she wants Angie dead doesn’t mean she’s gonna take action that will kill Angie. That’d be murder, plain and simple.

She wants Maki to stop Angie. The resurrection ritual is dangerous. Very very dangerous. We still haven’t learned what exactly Angie needs to do…

Angie must be stopped.

Shuichi is included in this request? Despite being a degenerate male? Damn, Tenko is desperate. She has no one else she can turn to. Kokichi would tell the Student Council to stir up trouble. Kiyo is creepy, Miu is Miu, Kaito is sick. It’s up to us.

And so we head to Angie’s lab, where she is no doubt dead already. No one in the entrance hall of the school. The coast is cle- oh hi there Kokichi. Fuck, we’re busted.

Tenko says she rounded us up since we were walking around at night. You don’t need to be Kokichi to see that the way she gives this statement is very suspicious. Lying to Kokichi won’t end well…but he apparently has his own schemes, and after subtly letting the group know he knows that it was a lie, he departs, supposedly to bed.

Let’s see who is dead here…my bet is still on Angie.

The door is locked. Maki starts pounding on it vigorously. But Angie won’t open the door for someone else unless they’re a fellow Student Council member. Tenko, you’re up!

Angie recognizes Tenko’s voice…which means she’s currently alive. Huh.

We step into the lab, to see…statues. Realistic statues of four people. Four dead people.

Is the ritual supposed to use these statues to create new bodies for the dead?

Oh, not statues. Wax effigies. An effigy is needed for the ritual…

Monokuma’s motive…but, it wasn’t. It was Monodam’s motive, right?

The effigies are almost an exact representation of the deceased. The only thing that’s different is that they have no trace of a soul about them.

“A soul, desperate to live, struggling, fighting for life…that’s something that can never be replicated. No matter what technology you have, you can’t fake a soul.” If my theory holds any water, you yourself might not have a soul, Shuichi.

Angie is forced to accept the truth. They’re dead.

…which means that the ritual IS needed for them to come back! Dammit Angie…

Maki tries to make Angie understand that this isn’t Atua’s will, it’s her own. Angie does not believe her at all.

No point in talking…so then…Maki, do you have a plan? One that does not involve killing Angie?

Shuichi, Tenko, and Maki are forced to give up for now. No progress, and now Angie knows Tenko is a spy. Himiko shows up as well. Angie dismisses Tenko’s betrayal as “nothing”. I expected her to turn Himiko against Tenko, to be honest.

Tenko grabs Himiko, trying to make her remember herself. The Himiko that proudly called herself a mage, the Himiko that thought her own thoughts. If she can’t tell she’s been brainwashed, then Himiko is no true mage.

Himiko is mad, but you wouldn’t guess so by her expression. It’s the same as always…except Himiko is refusing to look Tenko in the eye. Well, this sucks.

Back at the dorms, Tenko has a meltdown over saying awful things to Himiko. Maki suggests Shuichi teach Tenko how to apologize properly, but Himiko says she’ll use her own words to do so. Someone is dying from this, and it’s either Angie, Tenko, or Himiko…there’s no way this will end well.

Shuichi decided to think of some other, less orthodox way to stop Angie. I mean, I’d suggest destroying the effigies, but I don’t think Shuichi would be able to destroy Kaede’s…Maki says she’ll think about some other ways of doing something about the situation. Everyone returns to their rooms.

Monodam theater, featuring Monodam as ET. Monodam attributes his determination to make everyone get along to a past life as a fish who was bullied in a human school.

Morning! Time to see who’s dead today! Oh, and there’s the doorbell. Tenko? Maki? Kaito?

It’s Maki. And soon after, Kaito.

“Maki Roll” is a cute nickname. I dunno if she’ll appreciate it though. Yeah, she doesn’t. Anyways, Shuichi and Maki are gonna go stop the ritual. Kaito is their backup plan.

So that’s why Kaito has been so sick…he’s been scared this whole time. Terrified…of the dead. He does have “the occult” listed as a dislike in his profile, so fair enough.

He was scared so bad he didn’t even go to training. Maki is less than impressed. Kaito always acts unafraid of anything, but he has one thing he is scared of. Terrified of.

Maki is upset that Kaito thinks she’s weak. Kaito, of all people! The person who’s shitting himself over ghost stories!

Angie isn’t in her room.

Well, time to see who’s dead! I’m still thinking it’s gonna be Angie.

Good morning, Kiyo! And Tenko! Tenko has been looking for Himiko. She’s missing, huh? RUH-ROH.

Himiko is outside the art lab. Is someone dead inside?

Well, there’s been no response from inside the lab, no matter how much Himiko calls for Angie. Things really are not looking good for her chances of not being dead at this very instant, huh?

Both doors are locked. How are both doors locked? One of the keys was eaten by Monodam.

Someone’s inside, right? (Probably not someone besides Angie’s corpse. I bet there’s a third way of the room.)

Kokichi you little shit, where’d you come from? Oh right, he can pick locks. And he seems way too excited. He must at the very least suspect someone is dead, if not outright already know about it.

Shuichi is fearing the worse, and is panicking. And rightfully so, my boy! Angie’s no doubt dead. There’s like a 95% chance she’s dead.

We open the door, and…someone has hung the manikins upside down by their feet. And on the floor…is something. Something that raises that 95% chance to 100%. And honestly, as someone who was getting sick of Angie, I’m not too sad that she’s deader than a virus. (The joke is that a virus isn’t alive in the way other organisms are in the first place. Not a computer virus, FYI. Those aren’t alive at all.)

Announcement time! Monophanie is blue in the face. I can’t imagine Monodam is too happy, considering how much he emphasized the co-operating game. He’s mostly a robot, so it’s hard for me to tell from his tone of voice whether he’s happy or upset. Monophanie pukes again at the mention of a dead body.

I guess we’re just standing there in shock, because before we know it, everyone is here. Keebo suggests praying for Angie, that Atua guide her soul to heaven. Gonta concurs…it would seem Angie’s death hasn’t magically gotten rid of the brainwashing…but as Maki points out, clearly Angie wasn’t protected by a god from the blackened, so maybe they’ll come to their senses…

Hey, I spy Kiyo’s antique katana buried in Kaede’s effigy.

Kokichi’s right on the ball as usual. This wasn’t an accident. This was part of the killing game.

Tsumugi is about to suggest that the blackened isn’t a student, when the Monokubs show up, Monophanie still puking.

Monodam believes overcoming this incident will bring everyone closer together. I guess to him, Angie will act as stepladder to friendship, as a certain Danganronpa 2 character might put it.

In fact, murders might be necessary to bring everyone together as one…thus, even though Monodam is in charge, he’s still gonna hold the class trial.

Monotaro suggests everyone knock off this whole dying thing. Monophanie pukes again. Monodam gives us the Monokuma File. Unless it’s the Monodam file this time around. Then the Kubs leave.

Kokichi suggests that by this point, people must be getting used to dead bodies. Gonta refuses to, though. Maki says no one should ever have to get used to dead bodies. Kokichi finds that insincere coming from an assassin, but of course Maki would say that. She wouldn’t wish her kind of life on anyone else.

The four wax figures are suspended from the ceiling girders, with Angie in the middle in a pool of blood. This sure looks like a ritual, if not the one we were expecting…

We’re Kaito’s sidekick again. Tsumugi again wonders if the blackened is one of us…could it have been the transfer student? Well, all the wax figures are still wax, not flesh, so I’m guessing not.

Still, Tsumugi is worried about the possibility. Could one of the dead have come back to life, and killed Angie? Kaito goes into freakout mode and has to step outside for some fresh air. We’re partnered with Maki, it would seem.

The Monokuma File is still the Monokuma File. The time of death is 2 AM…the cause of death is a stab wound to the back of the neck. Her forehead has a cut on it as well.

Tsumigi believes that if everyone had followed the night-time rule, this wouldn’t have happened. Kiyo suggests that the culprit could as well be part of the Student Council as not, so the nighttime rule might have been pointless.

Maki can’t sit this one out, but Himiko intends to. She can’t bring herself to examine Angie’s body. She can’t do this anymore. Even if it means everyone dies, including herself. She doesn’t care. Surviving…is a pain. And might very well be a waste of energy if the killings continue and she ends up next.

Kiyo has a plan for the investigation. There might be a way to revive Angie. Or at least, to hear her testimony. The Caged Child séance. He’s certain that it will work. And Angie can confirm that the ritual was incomplete. If she does that, Tsumugi won’t have to suspect a transfer student, and can accept that one of us is the blackened. Kokichi offers to help with the séance, as does Himiko. Himiko would do anything to talk to Angie one more time. Tenko promptly offers her help as well. Himiko shrugs off Tenko’s offer and tell her to do whatever she wants. Sorry, Tenko, I don’t think this relationship is meant to be. Five people are needed for the ritual. Kiyo, Tenko, Himiko, and Kokichi make four, so Kokichi volunteers Keebo. The séance must take place in pitch blackness. Hmmm. Those empty rooms sound good? Yeah, Himiko also brings them up. The séance will take place in the middle room. The five leave. Maki thinks a séance is a waste of time, and Shuichi gets to work investigating. Which we will do tomorrow. Till next time, then!

#Dangan Ronpa #Dangan Ronpa V3 #Danganronpa V3

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A/N: Because @sup-poki is an enabler and I love hands. Technically it’s part of the unposted Underwear Model!Kaito au, technically it’s for Emogust2020, and it is definitely self-indulgent

“This has nothing to do with the product, though,” Kaito says, gesturing to his clothes and his hand automatically catches the edge of the cape as if on instinct. “If anything, it’s covering it.”

“Don’t look at me, I’m just the photographer.” Hiding behind a tripod might not be a dignified look, but Shinichi does it anyway because if he had to look at Kaito full-on again he might break and that won’t be conducive to either of them getting their day’s work done. He’d thought the last shoot had been pushing it, but this will easily take the cake immediately. To think that people had voted for this, he doesn’t understand the allure.

A model dressed up as a thief? Who thought that having an underwear line inspired by a criminal was a good idea? Now that he considered it for a second or two, it was probably Sonoko. Shinichi drags a hand down his face at the realization that that was precisely what had happened, Ran was always a little too willing to listen to her partner’s suggestions and now Shinichi is stuck with the consequences.

“Are you ready?” Kaito asks, settling the top-hat on his head. The artfully tousled mess that the hairstylists had worked on is likely ruined in just that gesture, but the way his hair curls around his ears and along the brim of the hat is a side effect Shinichi hasn’t considered. He needs to get the camera between them fast, or he won’t make it.

“Yes, of course, go ahead,” he rattles off, checking the exposure one more time and limiting his own exposure to the sight by looking through the viewfinder.

Kaito starts off simple, but Shinichi can already tell it’s going to be excruciating at the pace he’s going. Every move is amplified, languorous and slow like the trickle of honey from a spoon. The gloves come first, silk ensconced fingers gradually drawn from their sheaves, the shape of his knuckles through the fabric taut as he pulls off the left one, holding it loosely in his grip like he still has plans for it.

Shinichi had thought the other glove would be a repeat, a merciful break where he could have a chance to gather his thoughts. But Kaito doesn’t give him that reprieve. Forgoing the careful, he catches the seam at the tip of his middle finger between his teeth and pulls instead, the grin that forms around the movement drawing the attention away from his already captivating hands and over to his mouth.

The cape comes next, bare hand smoothly undoing the clasps at his shoulders before he twists his fingers into the flowing white and swings one arm in a quick arc before him. It billows as it strives to follow his movement, the edges fluttering even in the still air of the studio and Shinichi is sure he’s managed to capture a moment where the cape had flared behind Kaito like one half of an outstretched wing. Normally he’d ask for a pause to check the quality, but he knows that if he spoke now then his voice would betray him entirely.

Kaito drops the cape in a swirl around his feet and straightens his sleeves as if there could be anything imperfect about them. Shinici had expected Kaito to divest himself of the hat next, but his fingers wander to the cufflinks instead, glimmering like twin stars matching the crescent of light reflected in the monocle beneath the shadow curtaining his eyes. One opens quietly, a meteor falling to the ground before he’s rolling up his sleeves with careful consideration. Shinichi doesn’t know how he can have forearms that look strong enough to do handstands on, when Kaito’s schedule is booked to the minute usually, but his mouth is too dry to question it.

Shinichi’s glad that he has enough professional experience to not be completely distracted, the shutter is clicking at the right moments, capturing the moments like bugs caught in amber, carapace iridescent for the end of time. It surprises him, how caught up he is in the performance, coaxed through the lens as if he’s being drawn in by a line hooked into his gaze, but it works. Damn Sonoko to pieces, it works.

Finished with his sleeves, Kaito untenses. It’s a subtle shifting of his shoulders, the line of his back becoming more fluid and Shinichi hadn’t even considered how much all of that must weigh and the composure that comes with it, but Kaito had taken to it to like he’d been wearing it for years. Now, stripped of a few of his layers, he unwinds and pulls at the tie that still has him captive. There’s resistance, the knot is unyielding unless he goes at it slowly and it gives Shinichi several shots that he has a feeling might become a full-page spread.

Glancing at the clock, he shocked to find that time had slipped away from them so fast. The studio manager will be by soon, ushering them out of the space for the next shoot’s preparations to start and Shinichi finds himself wishing Kaito could hold time in as much suspense as he’d held him.

When he looks back, Kaito has his head tipped down, further than before and the first button, hidden behind the tie until then, slips free. The camera clicks, the last shot of the morning but Shinichi wants to argue perhaps the best. A stolen moment, reclaimed from a thief who refused to be caught, undoing his mask even as the mystery must stay preserved.

“Shinichi,” Kaito says after a moment, frozen in that position. “I think the monocle got caught on my pocket.”

“What?” He blinks, absorbed in finally scrolling through the pictures and checking off which ones he’ll highlight when he sends them to Ran.

“I’m stuck.”

“Didn’t even need the handcuffs,” mutters Shinichi, stepping over the cape carefully and into the circle, the space small but the distance between them even less. “Hold on.”

“Did you just say ‘handcuffs’?” Kaito asks, his head bowed but apparently his ears are still sharp.

“No,” Shinichi hates the heat rising in his face and is glad the hat keeps them both from seeing the other, “Just that KID deserves to be in them.”

“Oh really? Is that your opinion?” Their hands are tangled where the chain has snagged on a stray thread. “And what would you do with him once you had them on him?

“Ask me that once it happens,” Shinichi says, letting out a breath as the link comes free and he takes a hasty step backwards.

“Alright, that’s a challenge.” With the monocle and hat still in place, Kaito’s smirk feels more charged than ever and Shinichi is simply thankful this was a one time theme because his heart could certainly not survive a repeat.

#dcmk #Kuroba Kaito #Kudou Shinichi #kaishin #dcmkemogust2020 #i just remembered the prompt fault and this fits it #i haven't kept up with this year so here's my tiny offering #underwear model!kaito #an au that hasn't even been posted yet but who cares about linearity #my writing

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