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[yuutsunaoi-writes]

𝙎𝙤-𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 ‘𝙍𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡’

prompt: academic rivals + first meeting + fluff

a/n: I just had to write about these two even if it's a short 🤧🤧🤧 Newt deserves to be happy… (was planning to write around 1k words but ended up writing to almost 2k words-)

“Aren't you even a little bit curious?” was what Thomas remembered his-friend-since-long-ago, Teresa, asked when the name ‘Newt’ had popped up again and again to be compared to his.

People dubbed Thomas as someone who would presumably overthrow this ‘Newt’ guy in terms of overall popularity - among both lecturers and students of the university.

To be perfectly humble and logically phrased, Thomas wasn't really a 4 flat student - more of a constantly 3.8 flat student. He's also active in partaking with competitions - innovations and sports alike. He likes discovering new things. He's curious and impulsive; the very factors as to why he could excel quite well in so many things.

In other words, Thomas would say he's damn amazing, but since he's humble, he would say he's ‘decent’.

Hence, for someone to be compared to him so often, obviously he's curious.

This Newt guy, despite his popularity, wasn't really outgoing. He kept to himself and his small group of friends most of the time. When others approached him, he would greet them and easily was able to make them relaxed and feel at ease. It was said that Newt just had this vibe of someone who's capable of reassuring you - an air of calmness, they said.

Well, consider Thomas's interest piqued.

Of course, when Thomas decided he would finally confronted the guy, he made sure that Teresa wouldn't be following him around - he rather have his first conversation with Mr. Popular alone, thank you very much. Teresa's his treasured friend, sure, but she likes to run her mouth.

So when he had received intel that Newt was studying by himself at the library, Thomas took that chance to properly introduce himself to the lad.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting, really. But he for sure did not expect to see Newt so…

Newt was sitting at a table right beside the window, the light from the sun illuminating the blond's features quite… charmingly. Surprisingly, the sunray didn't really bother the blond's concentration, as he seemed to be very engrossed in whatever he was reading despite the too-bright light.

For a second, Thomas felt like it would be rude of him to disturb such a tranquil… atmosphere.

Only when he had re-strengthen his resolve did he finally gather himself and approached the blond, pushing away all those entranced thoughts so he could do what he come to do.

Thomas went and took a seat opposite of Newt, purposefully making his presence loud as the chair dragged on the floor.

When Newt looked up, eyebrows furrowed a little due to the sudden sound, his eyes met Thomas and-

-and Thomas had never seen such clear eyes-

“Sorry- Can I sit here?” Thomas asked before he could literally drown in those eyes and forget why he's there in the first place.

The sheepish smile that graced Newt's lips almost had Thomas falling.

No wonder he's so popular.

“Sure.” was Newt's reply, looking at his wristwatch as Thomas took a seat and pretended to start taking things out of his bag. (He was really just there to talk to Newt, but he figured he should at least pretended that he was there to study.)

“How long have you been studying here today?” Thomas chose to ask to break the silence, relieved when he seemed to not mind the idle chatters.

Newt ran his fingers through his fringes and pushed them back when they started covering his eyes irritatingly, and Thomas had to remind himself that staring so openly is quite rude - especially with someone you just met.

“Since morning, actually. Minho has been a terrible distraction these days. I just had to run away to catch up with some assignments.” Newt answered, chuckling fondly at the end of his sentence at the mentioned of this ‘Minho’ guy.

Newt's smile indeed had a… therapeutic kind of effect…

“How long are you planning to stay here, Thomas?” Newt asked, and Thomas found himself gaping a little knowing that Newt, well, knew of him.

Perhaps his reaction was too obvious, but Newt found it amusing, Thomas guessed, as the blond muffled a laugh - that Thomas wished he could hear - before said blond spoke.

“Of course I know you, Thomas! If not because of everybody's words, you had helped Minho a few months back during a fire in the lab, didn't you? I was there and saw it all happened. Had I arrived earlier, I would've gone into the fire myself to look for Minho.

But you did - which was very admirable of you.”

Thomas vaguely remembered running into the fire to help a guy because no one else dared to and that the firefighters were running late, but he was too busy staring at Newt to bother to recall the details of the past event.

Has Newt's face always looked so red before?

It's a good look on him.

In fact, Newt had almost looked… Shy?

The dazed(?) or shy(?) look on Newt didn't stay for long though. The blond, upon noticing that Thomas had grown silent, chuckled awkwardly before clearing his throat and asking again what Thomas was planning to do at the library and for how long.

“I'll leave once you do.” the reply came from Thomas before he could really think about it. It was only when he noticed the embarrassed yet flattered look on Newt's face did he realize it had sounded like he was flirting with the blond.

So Thomas did the most intelligent thing he could do at that moment; rambled nonsense for a few moments before mumbling a ‘okay I'll shut up now’.

Fortunately, Newt found his slip up amusing, as he chuckled and shook his head from side to side a little, saying how he'll stay for another hour before leaving.

Like that, the two of them spent the rest of the hour together: Newt with his nose in his books and his fingers scribbling things on his notebook, while Thomas read some books.

Well, if staring at Newt was considered as a ‘reading books’ kind of activity, of course…

Thomas was pretty sure Newt had caught him staring a couple of times, but the blond was kind enough to not point it out.

After staring- observing Newt for the past hour, Thomas came to the conclusion that people who had deemed that he was able to replace Newt one day were absurd.

How could he possibly be emitting an aura like Newt's?

It's not like Newt would go out of his way to talk to people, but people just easily get drawn to him in the way children flocked to their favorite, understanding and kind-hearted teachers.

Indeed, it was befitting when one described the feeling of being reassured whenever they hung out with the blond.

When there was only a couple of minutes left, someone suddenly approached them and Thomas was quick to put a name to the newcomer.

“We've been looking for you everywhere, Newt! Did you put your phone on silent again?” Minho greeted once he's close enough, noticing how the blond had company as his eyes widened a little upon noticing Thomas.

Surprisingly, the surprised look on Minho's face turned into an impressed one before he's suddenly offering a hand to Thomas with a grin that seemed to have a hidden meaning.

“Should've told us you're hanging out with Tommy.” Minho said, grinning wider when Thomas took his hand as confusion was etched on his face.

Tommy?

Who's Tommy??

Thomas didn't really get to dwell about it for long, attention caught when Newt sputtered before smacking Minho's back quite loudly, murmuring something as his cheeks were tinted a light shade of pink.

“He was just keeping me company when he saw I was by myself. Also, I had to put my phone on silent before you drag me into another arcade this week.” Newt chided, gathering his things in the process.

Only then did Thomas is reminded of their short impromptu study session reaching its end.

A bit bummed, Thomas gathered his things - flushing a little upon realizing that it was obvious he didn't actually study with the way his notebook was too clean and that he had barely read past five pages.

“Did you have a photogenic memory or something? Your book looks kinda spotless - unlike Newt's over here. He's always so into it in these kinds of stuff.

Into smart things. Smart people. Heh.” Minho unhelpfully commented, getting himself a smack to the back of his head from Newt.

Newt whispered something to Minho then, making the newcomer roll his eyes before he announced that he'll be waiting for Newt outside.

“Make it quick, Thomas!” Minho said before finally leaving.

A little bit confused, Thomas turned to Newt for an explanation, but he noticed Newt was crumpling a small piece of paper, looking like he was hesitating about something.

“What's that in your hand?” Thomas asked, curiosity even more piqued when Newt averted his eyes and clenched the paper in his fist even more.

“Nothing- Just trash… Probably.” Newt answered, staring hard at the table they were sitting at for some reason.

… Right…

So what was it that Thomas had to be quick about?

There wasn't really any warning when Newt suddenly huffed, closing the distance between him and Thomas before taking Thomas hand and dropping the so-called trash into Thomas's hand.

“Here. If you're interested… Or if… Just… take it.” Newt mumbled, looking increasingly embarrassed.

Before Thomas could inquire any further, Newt was suddenly away from him, already a few feet away before he waved a little and grinned - a little bit flustered.

“See you around, Tommy!”

And then Newt left.

Leaving Thomas a little bit lost with what he's supposed to do with the knowledge of his heart stuttering a little at the nickname.

He stood there in silence like an idiot for a moment before he unfurled the ‘trash’ in his hand, heart stuttering yet again when he realized it was really not trash.

Newt's number is anything but trash.

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Back and Forth

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by yuutsunaoi

“I was just checking on some cases my uncle sent me. Have you finished your piano practices?” Shuichi chose to ask as a conversation’s opener, writing down what he found.

When no response was heard and he suddenly felt like someone was staring a bit too intensely at him, Shuichi looked up, about to ask Kaede ‘what’s wrong?’ before those words died down on his throat when he realized that the short boy sitting opposite of him was, definitely, not Kaede.

“I did! In fact, I would say I did wayyy better than Akamatsu-chan!” Kokichi exclaimed a little bit too loudly in the library, a mischievous grin on his lips.

Right…

or a fic revolving around Shuichi and Kokichi and snippets of their back and forth.

Words: 5941, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing, Dangan Ronpa Series

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Saihara Shuichi, Oma Kokichi, Akamatsu Kaede, Harukawa Maki, Momota Kaito, Mentioned Dangan Ronpa casts, Mentioned D.I.C.E members - Character

Relationships: Oma Kokichi/Saihara Shuichi, Oma Kokichi & Saihara Shuichi

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, This fic revolves around Shuichi and Kokichi, so other characters are mostly only mentioned or have a few lines of dialogues, Developing Friendships, Developing Relationship, can be read as platonic or romantic

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[sie-rui]

❀ varsity crush | pixie labrador [ 25. 10`24 ] 🥛 — kawaragi senju

❝oh if only all my pining leads you to me.❞

The smile on her face as she reads the letter while chaos resumes around her.

You try to not make it obvious that you were glancing at her, keeping a casual conversation with your seatmate who was too occupied in her rant to notice that you weren’t fully listening anymore.

Senju lets out a silent giggle and you can’t help but smile, watching her cute reaction.

You look away, class is starting. That was enough for you. It always has been.

You try to fool yourself so.

Isn’t seeing her smile enough? Isn’t seeing her happy enough? Isn’t seeing her keep your letters and your notes enough? Isn’t seeing her touch said notes gently before her games enough?

What if you want to be the person she’ll meet in staircases before her games? What if you want to be the person she’ll kiss in an empty classroom? What if you want to wear her varsity jacket just so that her last name will be yours even temporarily? What if you want to be the one who’ll tie her short hair into those cute twintails? What if you want to hold her hand?

What if you wanted to be something more?

With Kawaragi Senju nothing seems to be enough because you always want to be something more.

The bell rings and you realize that you were out of it the whole class. You sit there, staring at your desk, yearning for something more even though it was impossible.

Senju stops by the classroom door, bag in hand. She looks over her shoulder and gazes at your still form, preoccupied with your thoughts. She held the surface of her bag, the letter was still inside.

And she hopes that it was from you.

suggested by: katie

this song is so effing cute. will write a full fic about this one day, i swear i’m adding it to my list.

[ navi, opm ]

[ coffee: sielouu ]

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[umikawa]

Fallen Angel

Like I said, I got a fat crush on Hinata as of right now. I wrote this at one am because mind go brr at the dead of night. Yes, i was listening to Red Swan :D The title is just there don’t pay mind to it. I’m terrible at writing angst, sorry in advance,,,,, 

listen, i saw you reblog my “don’t be shy tag me in hinata fics” so HERE. @yuutsunaoi-haikyuu @paleroze

1.3k words

Timeskip! Hinata Shoyo x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, One suggestive theme. 

Category: Angst to Fluff 

you sat under the pitch black sky, dark clouds looming over you as the rain began to trickle. it'd been two years since you last saw Hinata, the hole in your heart where his bubbly personality used to stand now gone.

you wish the way you two left it was peaceful.

"i'm tired of it (name)!" he yelled, his hands thrown above his head. "i'm so fucking sick of fighting with you!"

"drop the bullshit shoyo! you're always coming home from practice late and you somehow always find a way to be mad at me!" you shout, clutching your shirt. "you always come home and you always fucking yell! it's never hey babe how was work? or how was your day baby? why can't we have that back!?"

he looked down as he said his next few words, scared that if he saw your reaction, he'd never want to let you go. "maybe i just don't love you anymore."

you choke back a sob, refusing to cry as he uttered the sentence. "well, if you don't anymore. i'll leave."

it's been two years since the fight that permanently ended everything with hinata. you no longer slept in the same bed as him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he fell asleep, cooking his favorite meals to surprise him, going to his games even if they were far.

all of it crushed because neither of you could hold onto the thin thread that held you together.

you still see him on tv, browsing the sports channels out of habit, only to fall victim of seeing him beaming as he spoke with an interviewer, or the adrenaline written on his face as he played.

you wonder, does he see you too?

and he does, he sees you all the time. he sees you on the tv when the news talks about art exhibitions. he's seen your recent works, the small pond where you used to take him to, the messy painting of a blanket fort with the most elaborate and pure bullshit of a backstory.

he misses you, but he's too stubborn to admit it. he knows he can't go back to you, not after what he said.

but still, he thinks it doesn't hurt to try to win you back.

his hood is pulled up to cover his bright hair that you’re bound to recognize, the new undercut atsumu had suggested making it easier for him to put it up. his mask is pulled to his nose, his hands trembling inside of his pockets, he's sure to get a few stares.

he freezes when he hears your voice, desperately following it till he reaches the main exhibition hall. you're standing on the stage, a microphone in hand, your hair shorter than it was two years ago. he takes in your outfit, loose fitting trousers in a pretty burnt orange color, a black top under a blazer the same color as your pants.

cute. he thinks, remembering how you used to live in his hoodies and pencil skirts. he always hated those skirts, they were hard for him to take off quickly.

he's drawn out of his daydream at the sound of your laugh, an amusing blush coming to your face. "yes, this painting is based off my ex boyfriend. i'm not embarrassed of the fact, i still love him even after all that's happened, and um, i really wouldn't be here without his help." the crowd coos, a giggle escaping your throat making him blush. "um anyways, this took two years for me to finish. the name is pretty dumb but here it is, fallen angel." you stepped to the side as the curtain lifted from the near six foot painting, tears welling in your eyes as you're reminded of Hinata.

he stared at the painting, mouth agape under the mask as tears well in his own eyes. the painting was in soft tan tones, wings encasing a person as they fell, their hand reaching for the sunlight above them. underneath, a cloudy sky dusted with stars and he's reminded again, your first date was stargazing.

"look hinata, you see how the stars align to make constellations?" you ask, pointing above at the sky. "see there's the big dipper!"

he smiled at your excitement, quickly kissing your cheek before staring up at the sky. "oh yeah i see it!"

he breaks out of it when he feels a tap on his shoulder, his breath lost when you stare at him. "(surname)." he mutters, stepping back in shock.

"hinata." you look down, holding your hands behind your back. "why are you here?"

"i-" he swallowed back his words, rubbing his neck through his hood. "i missed you."

you click your tongue, letting out a sigh. "um, Did you hear what i said up there or?"

he nods, "i heard." you nod, pressing your lips into a thin line. "listen, (surname) i don't expect you to forgive me about anything, i know i was a terrible boyfriend and i was so shitty towards you. but please, please if we could at least still be friends."

"hinata do you love me?"

he swept back his hood, your eyes widening slightly at his hair. he hooked his fingers around the mask, tucking it into his pocket. "i still do, i still love you."

"you told me you didn't."

he looked down, a shaky breath falling past his lips. "i've regretted it ever since then. i don't know why i ever thought to say that."

"we fought, a lot."

"i take full blame for that. i'm sorry for not treating you how you should be." he sniffles, wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve. "i'm so sorry."

"Hinata i still love you."

he blinks up at you, your expression unwavering as you stare at him. "you do?"

"i spent two years on a painting of you, you think i just did it for shits and giggles?" you ask, perking a brow. "come on, let's go somewhere private to discuss more." your fingers wrap around his wrist as you take him to one of the private studios, sitting atop a desk. "do you want to get back together?"

"i do. only if you want to though, i don't want to force anything on you."

you nod, "i want us to make a promise shoyo." his heart fluttered when you called him by his first name, nodding his head. "i want us to promise that we'll never raise our voices at each other when we're mad. only when we're fighting over something stupid like who ate the last meat bun or who cleans the dishes." he nods, holding up his pinky.

"i promise (name)." you hook your pinky with his, heart swelling when he pressed your thumb against his muttering a quiet 'chu!' "i love you."

you smile softly at him, holding his hand. "i love you too." you hop off the table, hand going to his hair. "now tell me who thought it'd be a good idea to make you this hot."

he flushed, covering his face in embarrassment. "it was Atsumu." a scowl makes its way to your face, hinata laughing at the way your nose scrunched. "hey, i liked the painting by the way."

you squeezed his hand as you walked out of the art museum, waving to the security guards at the front. "thanks." you look up at the dark sky, stars splattering around. "hey, the big dipper." you point upwards, beaming at the sky.

hinata looked at you, his eyes filled with admiration, chest swelling with love now that he finally has you again. in his mind, whenever he looked at the stars he'd think of you and how your smile rivaled even the brightest.

and as he tilted your chin up, smiling down at you before pressing his lips to yours, a shooting star flew across the sky.

[yuutsunaoi]

Sup mah dudesss! >: ]

Anywayyy,

So this will probably be my last post of the day before I go silent as hell since am going to my boarding school! :>

I just wanna thank those of you who have actually liked and reblogged my stuff cuz the fact that someone agrees with me reaallyy makes me go :D like that!

Especially this!!

Honestly, 48 might seem little to others but for me, it’s a HUGE number! The fact that some of y’all actually decided to follow me just makes me go *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･* ya know?

Thanks for being here and actually make the time spent at home during this pandemic a lot happier! Hope y’all doing great and healthy and may u live ur life to then fullest!

Sincerely,

@yuutsunaoi

(Lmao idk feels like writing a letter hshshshs)

[awkwardartista3]

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[yuutsunaoi-writes]

Kokichi's feelings for Shuichi are obvious and anyone who are capable of reading and understanding words would surely not deny that fact. Hence why one-sided saiouma is definitely canon.

As for how people interpret how Shuichi sees Kokichi, well, that depends, I guess. In a free time event when Shuichi actually does show that he genuinely worries and cares for Kokichi that he himself tends to Kokichi's wounds, we could interpret that Shuichi at least sees Kokichi as someone he wants to understand and be friends with - at least at that point in time.

Although, seeing how Shuichi ended things with Kokichi on a quite bad note, we could assume that Shuichi may have been very annoyed at Kokichi, hence further proving that in canon saiouma might as well be one-sided.

However, I think most saiouma shippers know this, of course. In fact, if we're talking about which ship has the possibility to be closest to canon, saimatsu would be a quite obvious answer. Though, in my opinion, of course, I still have saiouma as my favourite ship in Danganronpa because:

I like how if the time given to them was longer and the situation was different, the two of them could be dancing around each other with Shuichi trying to understand Kokichi's actions and Kokichi having fun throwing riddles and confusing words everywhere.

I like how Shuichi would definitely put some effort into trying to understand Kokichi.

I like how there's a possibility of Shuichi falling for Kokichi's antics and just that guy in general while he's trying to understand Kokichi.

I like how their dynamic could be so fun to write and think about.

I like to wonder what would change if Shuichi ever managed to figure Kokichi out.

I find the dynamic of person A trying their best to understand person B who's hard to figure out and often misunderstood actually quite romantic-

I just prefer them, most importantly!

(In other words, yes they are still living in my brain and I'm thinking about them 24/7)

[yuutsunaoi-writes]

𝘼 𝙋𝙪𝙯𝙯𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄𝙩𝙨 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚

or keith and how he wonders if a puzzle could be completed without its missing piece. (1,950 words)

a/n: an attempt at making a poem from me; specifically dedicated for the way keith looks at lance with yearning apparent and palpable in his eyes in season 8... truly my roman empire... also i'm pretty sure poems aren't supposed to be long but i genuinely don't know what else should i call this- TT

[yuutsunaoi-writes]

𝘼𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢

or lance and the attention he craves - including attention from a certain rival, friend, leader, and... (1,839 words)

a/n: the lance's version of Mistakes and Them!!

keith's version

[yuutsunaoi-writes]

𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢

or keith and the numerous mistakes he did - including meeting a certain 'obnoxious' rival, friend, right-hand man, and... (1,666 words)

a/n: this one was written long ago but i didn't post it on tumblr because i'm unsure which category does this fall on TT but now that i started posting things like these on tumblr, might as well compile all of them in a neat list here!! ^^ (this was supposed to be inspired by klance hence why is use 'them' for lance, but it ended up heavily-inspired klance so yeah this is a klance piece now asdfghjkl)

lance's version

[yuutsunaoi-writes]

"It's just another commenter why are you so happy?" BECAUSE THAT FIC TOOK THE LONGEST TIME TO WRITE!! I WROTE IT AS IN DETAIL AND AS IN CHARACTER AS I PROBABLY COULD. I SACRIFICED MY SLEEP AND EVEN WHEN I WENT TO SLEEP THE PLOT WAS STILL SO LOUD IN MY HEAD THAT I FORCED MYSELF TO NOT SLEEP!! THE AU HAD BEEN IN MY MIND AND WAS SCREAMING AT ME TO FINISH IT AND TO SHARE WITH OTHERS!! AND THAT I DID WITH UTMOST EFFORT!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️

In other words, it's nice to read people's opinions on something I pour my heart and soul in.

[yuutsunaoi-writes]

𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙔𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙖-𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣!

prompt: 'Saihara-can would you like me to do some tarot card readings?' + 'Ouma-kun that's just pictures of me' + angie third wheeling

a/n: I was thinking of including this in my saiouma 'Back and Forth' fic but I ended up writing this as a shorts- (I may still write another version of this in Back and Forth though-) 

(inspired by this meme I found on Pinterest!!)

The other day, Angie Yonaga was visited by someone she had least expected to be visited by: Kokichi Ouma. 

Angie, who found peace in art and loved talking about Atua, found it odd that the Ultimate Supreme Leader suddenly dropped by and asked if she could lend him some of her tarot cards. 

It was unsure how that purple head knew she had tarot cards, but she lended it to him anyway. She occasionally would use those cards to persuade others to join her to worship Atua, so she deduced Kokichi probably knew from then. 

The Ultimate Supreme Leader thanked her giddily and told her that he wanted to do some readings on a rival evil organization that was threatening his own organization, but Angie knew better than to believe in the absurd reasoning. 

So she went along and asked Kiibo to keep an eye on Kokichi. The robot was reluctant, but she insisted that it would be for the greater good. She told him to tell her if he saw Kokichi walking around with cards. 

A few days later, Kiibo told her that he saw Kokichi being cards around and entered the library. 

In a haste, Angie made her way to the library, and found Kokichi and Shuichi sitting at a table together. 

From afar, the two were just conversing like they normally would. Since the two of them were the only ones talking in the library, Angie could easily make out what they were talking about if she focused. 

"Shumai! Would you like me to do some tarot card reading for you?!" Kokichi suddenly asked excitedly, eyes probably gleaming in enthusiasm. Shuichi furrowed his eyebrows at the sudden excitement, but agreed to it nonetheless. 

So not really a rival for his organization, but perhaps a rival for his intelligence then? Saihara-kun has always been a smart fellow. 

Kokichi eagerly took out some cards, and Angie was quick to realize that those were not her tarot cards. 

Did she hear him wrong then? 

The Ultimate Supreme Leader proudly put the cards on the table faced down, grinning before he picked one and flipped it. 

"Well, Saihara-chan, I'm an expert in tarot card reading! Lemme show you! Take this card for example; this was the time when you had just entered the academy and befriended Akamatsu-chan - your first love! That lovesick look in your eyes as she preached about teamwork is really disgusting. Just kidding! It's adorable! Geez, Akamatsu-chan should just reject you straight up so I could ask you out! 

That was a lie though! I'd rather date someone else!"

…what… ? 

Angie, confused, turned to look at Shuichi who looked a little embarrassed, clearing his throat as he murmured, 

"... She's a really… nice person. It's hard to not… uhh… Anyways. Ouma-kun, those are not tarot cards-"

"Let's move on to the next card!" Kokichi cut Shuichi off, choosing another card and flipping it. He laughed in his typical 'nishishi' way, and started talking. 

"This one tells me that you could be so damn straightforward and attractive if needed. That's what everyone thinks anyway! Saihara-chan's charisma when he's serious about solving a case could be very charming~ Geez Saihara-chan's a playboy~ Is this why you kept on ignoring Akamatsu-chan's and my love confessions?! What a horrible guy!"

Shuichi blinked in surprise, staring at Kokichi as if that midget had grown two heads before he scoffed, a subtle delighted yet embarrassed tone following his words after. 

"I'm not so attractive that I have people throwing themselves at me, Ouma-kun. Also, Akamatsu-san has never explicitly told me that she likes me like that. Another point, don't I already have you? You and your words that are more often than not feigned as lies?"

The Ultimate Supreme Leader gasped, making a show of clutching at his heart as he accused the detective with tears welling up in his eyes,

"What's up with those cringe-worthy words, Shumai?! Are you actually planning to seduce me before selling me off to the black market?! How terrible of you!" 

"How did you even come up with that absurd idea?!" Shuichi groaned, his frustration perhaps catching up to him. 

The Ultimate Detective suddenly stood up, snatched the picture Kokichi was 'reading', and inquired in all seriousness. 

"How come you have a picture of me at a crime scene outside of the academy anyway? Pretty sure my uncle was the only one who knew beforehand that I would be there just to get some experience."

Kokochi grinned cheekily at the question, and Angie found his next answer very intriguing. 

"Of course, because I've met your uncle and he obviously supported our relationship!" 

Angie saw how Shuichi faltered at the claim, cheeks taking the lovely shade of red as he gaped at the supreme leader who kept on his innocent grin. 

Somehow, it was Shuichi's turn to come up with a ridiculous idea. 

"Did you blackmail my uncle?!" 

Angie had to hold her laughter in, covering her mouth as she tried her best to stifle laughter at this sudden turn of events. Even Kokichi seemed to be enjoying himself, resting his cheek on the palm of his hand as he smiled mischievously. 

"Eh~ Busted already~? I mean, it's so easy to blackmail your uncle, Saihara-chan~" 

Shuichi couldn't seem to accept it as the truth and sputtered. 

"But that's absurd."

"So which one is the lie, and which one's the truth, Saihara-chan? 

Come on, think! Aren't you the detective around here?" Kokichi taunted, still with that unnervingly well-putted evil smile on his lips. 

The answer was obvious, but Shuichi probably couldn't comprehend the idea of his uncle meeting someone and suddenly supporting his relationship with said someone. 

A little bit flustered, Shuichi cleared his throat and gestured vaguely at the other picture to divert the topic of conversation. 

"What does the last picture mean anyway?" 

The Ultimate Artist was not letting that happen under her watch. 

Before Kokichi could follow along the detective's request, Angie loudly got out of her hiding spot, a bright smile on her lips as she strode towards her classmates and snatched the last picture, glancing at Kokichi who complained about her ruining their fun. 

Angie beamed at Shuichi, and said, 

"Atua told me that something is brewing in the library, and that I should ask Saihara-kun which is the truth and which is not! Could you give me your answer, Saihara-kun?" 

Shuichi, embarrassed that he couldn't get out of the topic, groaned barely audibly before he answered meekly. 

"... At least let me introduce you to him, Ouma-kun… "

Kokichi grinned teasingly and instantly forgot the last picture, standing up in triumph before literally dragging Shuichi out of the library to celebrate the start of their 'phantom thief-detective relationship'. 

(The purple head suddenly clarified that the relationship that Shuichi's uncle was so supportive of was a phantom thief and detective relationship. Questionable, really.) 

Before the duo leave though, Angie smiled amicably while Kokichi gave her a blank look - to tell her to not follow them, probably. 

Either way, there's some 'tarot cards' that weren't yet to be read. 

So she stared at the picture of Kokichi staring at a smiling Shuichi who was talking to Kaede, and realized that perhaps Atua had planned for her to be there. 

After all, if Shuichi were to see this picture, Kokichi's 'crush' might as well be as hidden as her love for Atua. 

In other words, very apparent. 

[yuutsunaoi-writes]

𝟝 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕪.

or a 5+1 kokotaim royalty au except Fang’s the only royalty among them and this is how he became acquainted with kokotaim.

(here)

“What’s your name?! It’s been a while since I found any other humans! We should be friends!”

Fang paused, blinked a few times at the human’s bright eyes, before looking away and clearing his throat when the brightness of those eyes became too blinding.

“Uh… Fang. My name is Fang.” the prince said in the end, a bit too caught off guard by the human’s show of excitement that he forgot to give his fake name. (Technically Fang is a fake name since his real name is Pang, but Fang considered ‘Fang’ a real name to him all the same.)

or a 5+1 kokotaim royalty au except Fang’s the only royalty among them and this is how he became acquainted with kokotaim.

[yuutsunaoi-writes]

𝟝 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 ‘𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕪’ 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 ℕ𝕖𝕨𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 ‘𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕪’.

or Thomas slowly realizing he's crushing on Newt and falling head over heels for the blond. Fast.

(here)

Thomas's heart skipped a beat.

“The name's Newt, by the way.” the blond introduced himself, offering a handshake.

Thomas grabbed Newt's hand, gave it a little squeeze, and said automatically.

“My name's Thomas.”

Newt raised an eyebrow at that, an amused grin on his lips as he said,

“I know. You told us during the phone call, remember?”

or Thomas slowly realizing he's crushing on Newt and falling head over heels for the blond. Fast.

[yuutsunaoi-writes]

Kokichi Ouma is just some guy with pale skin, dark purple hair and purple eyes clad in a white-based uniform paired with a checkered white and black scarf. He's just some guy who is quite disliked among the characters in Danganronpa V3. He's also quite disliked by certain parts of the fandom. He's just kinda disliked in general. Even in his forged back story, he was leading a group of misfits that pull harmless pranks - which becomes one of the reason why he's disliked in the eyes of public.

In other words, he's disliked no matter where he went.

Yet, in the midst of it, we could know that he's also loved because of the same misfits that joined his DICE organisation. In the few pictures he took with them, we could see how they all wear the uniforms proudly.

And for them, I'm thankful that Kokichi at least have a few people to lean on - eventhough we all know he's selfless. Selfless in the way that he had sacrificed himself to beat the killing game.

What? You're gonna say he did that just to win and beat the killing game?

Well, isn't beating the killing game what everyone wants? Sure, his ways of doing things are disliked since he lies all the time, but who wouldn't when you have no one you could actually trust? He would want to make sure the mastermind does not catch up to his plans.

Kokichi Ouma, who lies all the time, jokingly worded things to piss people off all the time, has a big fear - fear of being boring. He hated being boring the most, since he hated boredom very much. Just not as much as Junko Enoshima who caused despair just to feel something and make things 'interesting'.

Perhaps it's because he got used to associating pissed and crossed expressions with his harmless questionably-funny pranks since he had been pulling pranks with his organisation (read: found family) for the longest time, he chose to lie and anger people because for him, that is what it means to not be boring. To be 'funny'.

The Ultimate Supreme Leader, although gives off the vibe of being just a pure menace, he is also smart; smart in the way he noticed peculiar things earlier than anyone else. He noted how it's weird to have an Ultimate Robot, when no one else bothered to care. And many other things, did he notice. But because he lies all the time, he didn't even care to share his findings with anyone else. After all, who can anyone exactly trust in a killing game?

Kokichi is careful despite his carefree facade. He went through every possible outcomes before doing anything. We could see this is proven when he just 'happened to know' how to benefit from him dying in the hands of Kaito Momota.

Trapped in a killing game, where he could trust no one, Kokichi relied on him and only himself. He tried approaching Shuichi Saihara, but he knew his efforts would be futile because he had personally engraved into everyone's head that he's a liar and an instigator - someone to not be trusted.

Perhaps, he had known that he would ended up alone all along - especially after Shuichi had implied so in his words when the Ultimate Supreme Leader tried to get in between Shuichi and Kaito.

After facing such rejection, Kokichi strengthened his resolve, and proceeded how he had planned.

Maybe, in his last dying breaths, as he laid down on the hydraulic press, he wondered if things would've been different had he been able to convince Shuichi to help him in his plans to beat the game.

No one would care if I die anyway.

He knew all along though - that he would be by himself even till the end as the hydraulic press descended on him.

In the end, he left while still being misunderstood. Even as he smiled a little bit, closed his eyes, and wished the best for his friends.

And for the person he fell for.

Kokichi Ouma is used to have one-sided feelings anyway.

He told himself that it didn't hurt.

Ah...

If the 10 people who had willingly joined my organization were real...

I wished I could've met them before dying.

[yuutsunaoi-writes]

𝟝 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝟙 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥

or Fang interacting with the fusions ft. fusions calling him with different terms of endearments… the sillies. (It really is just that.)

(here)

“Sori.”

“Yes, Sunshine?”

“Is there… uh… a side effect if you stay in your fusion form for too long?”

Sori hummed thoughtfully, fingers on his chin thoughtfully before he snapped his fingers as if he remembered something.

“I think there is!”

“What is it?”

Sori glanced back, tilting his head a little as he grinned cheekily, the corners of his eyes crinkling a little as he answered.

“It is proven that staying in my fusion form for a long time makes me smoother~ hehe~”

…

Nah…

“So the side effect is you've gone insane?” Fang deadpanned.

or Fang interacting with the fusions ft. fusions calling him with different terms of endearments… the sillies. (It really is just that.)