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matters of the heart

Haine Hinata and Fuyuka Kuzuyuu sit next to each other in History and they hate each other.

It is the beginning of the year and already Fuyuka can feel her teeth grit when she looks over and sees that Haine's textbook already has little notes scribbled into the margins, beneath pictures, on pink post-its that look as though they have been slammed onto the pages with little care. A little voice in the back of her mind tells her in a voice that sounds remarkably like Nagino's soft drawl that Perseus does the same thing with his Chemistry books but she ignores it. His notes look nicer, she tells herself. Not like chicken scrawl.

Fuyuka tells Haine this. But she only blinks at her owlishly before murmuring a slow 'alright' and turning back to the front. It makes her blood boil.

She complains about her loudly to all her friends in Perseus's apartment after a particularly aggravating period of History in which Haine had the audacity to catch Fuyuka's pencil when it had rolled off the desk and return it to her with a soft smile.

Chikara doesn’t look up from where he's lying spread out on the couch with his head on Nagino's lap when he says, "I think she's cute."

Nagino doesn't even blink as she hums her agreement. Fuyuka looks over at them in shock from where she had been pacing in front of the window. Perseus doesn't bother to hide his smile at her expression. "You-You think she's cute?" Nagino nods. Fuyuka struggles to explain to them why they are so wrong. "She's not cute. She's a demon!"

"How demonic of her," Chikara murmurs, turning back to his DS, "To hand you your own pencil."

Fuyuka turns to Perseus. "Please tell me your on my side," she pleads.

Perseus smirks and stands up. "So, do guys want Chinese or Indian?"

Fuyuka throws herself into an armchair with a groan. "Does anyone know where I can get some real friends?"

"Argos?" Nagino suggests.

"Shut up."

Haine pauses typing on her computer to glance at Kazuha who is sitting in front of her tall mirror, a bottle of pink hair dye dangling from her fingers. "Do you know Fuyuka?"

Kazuha snorts, dropping the bottle. "Duh," she says. She pushes her light hair back and Haine wonders if she's ever actually going to dye it. She narrows her eyes at Haine in the mirror. "Why?"

"She hates me," Haine says simply.

Kazuha flops onto her back with a groan. "Not this again. She doesn't hate you, she just doesn't like you."

"She doesn't like me so much I think it counts as hatred."

Kazuha rolls her eyes. "Whatever you say, bro."

"Don't call me bro in my Christian home."

"Shut up."

Later, Haine will reflect that this was the Thursday which changed her life. (She tells Kazuha this afterward and she groans and smacks her arm. "You're so over-dramatic, dear lord." Haine laughs and feels light.)

The first thing to happen was that on her way to her first class, Chikara Nanami and Nagino Komaeda stop in front of her in the hallway with identical smiles. It causes a fluttering to rise up in her stomach that she quickly ignores in favour of looking at them with what she hopes is a questioning glance not blatant admiration.

"You're very pretty," Chikara says, as though it were the simplest thing in the world. Haine feels her face heat and hopes that her darker skin tone hides it enough that they don't notice. She's about to stutter out a thanks and leave quickly when Nagino reaches forward and presses a kiss to her cheek and the both of them join hands and walk away as though nothing happened, as though everything was perfectly normal.

Haine thinks about it for hours afterwards, quiet enough that Kazuha notices at lunch. "What's up with you?" she asks through a mouth filled with tuna pasta.

Haine doesn't notice to tell her to not talk with her mouth full because she's too busy gazing out the window as her seat gives her the perfect view of the tree outside. Underneath the tree is a group of people. Haine knows who they are even without being close enough to see them clearly. Perseus Pekoyama, his hair grey and though Haine can't see, she knows that his eyes are red and sharp. Once she caught him staring at her in the hallway like he couldn't figure her out and Haine had rushed away, eager to escape the way his eyes has turned her inside out. Next to him is Fuyuka, her hair shining bright in the sun and Haine can see the bruises that discolour her legs, the purple smudges on her knees look like plums and she looks like a painting, all sharp edges and side glances. Sitting on the grass across from them both is the subject of Haine's thoughts: Chikara and Nagino. They're leaning against each other and Haine wonders what it's like to belong so completely to another person, to own the same soul. It hurts her chest so she looks back at her lunch.

Kazuha misreads the situation. "Don't let her get you down, bro. She's probably just jealous."

Haine glances up at her friend, frowns. "What?"

"Fuyuka. She's probably just angry that you're better at history than her."

Haine shakes her head and stands up. The end of lunch is approaching and she has History next. "But I'm not," she says, and leaves.

The second thing to happen, occurs just twenty minutes later. She's sitting next to Fuyuka as she always does but this time her mind is preoccupied with thinking about Chikara and Nagino that she barely even notices the volatile girl sitting next to her.

They work in silence, working on the essays that their teacher told them was due in the next day. Their teacher excuses herself from the room for a second and it all goes to shit. From behind them a voice calls out and Haine sees Fuyuka's shoulders stiffen from the corner of her eyes.

"Wow, do tell me, Fuyuka, how is Perseus in bed? I have a bet going on that he's a blushing virgin in the sheets but Yasuka here tells me that he's a freak. Care to share?"

Juno Enoshima. Haine could slam her head on the desk. This isn't the first time that he's tried to start a fight with Fuyuka and Haine is willing to bet real money that it won't be the last. She looks over and sees Fuyuka's nostrils flare as she begins to turn, to punch Juno in the face or just shout at him, Haine doesn't know but she's willing to bet on the former.

She doesn't know why she does it. Afterward she'll tell herself that it is because she's actually quite brave and chivalrous, she just din't know it until that moment, but at the time all she can see is the bruises on Fuyuka's knees and the lingering scabs that decorate her knuckles. At the time all she can think is that Fuyuka doesn't deserve to get hurt anymore. At the time all she can think is that Fuyuka may not be her friend and may constantly scowl at her whenever she so much as shifts in her chair and snaps at her whenever she passes her a pencil but Juno is even less of her friend so her hand is shooting out before she can think about it too much.

With her hand tight around Fuyuka's elbow, Haine pulls her back before she can throw the first punch and turns to Juno herself and says with as cold an expression as she can manage, "Could you, like, shut the fuck up, please?"

She turns back to her essay just as the teacher enters the room and is met with Juno laughing almost manically as her goons stare at the back of Haine's head in shock. Fuyuka is also staring at Haine but she also goes back to her work. She doesn't say anything but Haine can feel her eyes on her every few seconds. When the bell rings, Haine grabs her stuff and bolts.

Haine tells Kazuha everything that happened, face planted into her pillows and regretting being born. Kazuha had merely dropped onto the back of her upset friend sighed and said with all the compassion in the world, "That's rough, bro."

"What have I said about calling me bro."

"It's this or loser, bro."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't," Kazuha says, sounding delighted.

The next day, Haine avoids eye contact with anyone who she thinks would be connected to Fuyuka but it's all for nothing. On her way to lunch at her usual table with Kazuha, she is intercepted by Chikara and Nagino who seemingly appear out of nowhere and link arms with her and drag her the opposite way.

"What-"

Chikara interrupts her. "Haine, I need to ask you for your incredibly valuable opinion. What is better, strawberry ice-cream with chocolate sauce or chocolate ice-cream with strawberry sauce?"

Haine blinks at him. They're the same height she realises and the thought makes her heart thump harder. She turns to Nagino for help because she's beyond confused and finds her looking down at her with an equally earnest expression. Nagino is taller than her by a few inches, enough that her eye level is her chin and this makes Haine's knees almost weak. Deciding to just answer the question and hope they let her go back to the canteen, she opens her mouth just as they push open the double door to go outside. "Um….neither?"

Nagino and Chikara look at her unimpressed. "Neither?" Nagino repeats. Haine nods dizzily. "Wow, why are we even attracted to you. You have terrible taste."

The argument that she had halfheartedly created in her mind dies at that she decides that she is definitely dreaming. The dream only gets worse when they reach the tree and Haine sees Fuyuka staring stubbornly at her bruised knees while Perseus murmurs something into her ear beside her. Kazuha is sitting, leaning against the tree and waves joyfully at Haine. "Y'know, I think we've been kidnapped," she grins.

"I don’t think that's a sentence that should be said with that tone," Haine replies, brain running on autopilot more than anything.

Nagino snorts and plops down on the ground, as graceful as her long legs seem to allow her to be. Chikara settles beside her, pulling out a games console from his pocket and starting to play it. Haine stands awkwardly, unsure of anything that is happening or why. She's about to clamber over so that she can sit next to Kazuha when Fuyuka starts to speak. "Listen, I just want to say that… it's cool that you told Juno to shut the fuck up. He had it coming, you know?" Haine thinks she can count on one hand the amount of times something she has done has been described as 'cool' but she just nods her head slowly. Fuyuka seems to take this as something that she likes because her shoulders relax from their hunched position and she leans against Perseus who smiles a little at Haine. "Also, sit down, Jesus Christ you look like a weirdo."

Haine sits down surrounded by various voices telling Fuyuka off and her heart feels like it has been stranded for so long and now it has finally found home.

#hajime hinata #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #komahinanami #komahinanami fanfiction #kuzupeko #kazuichi souda #chiaki nanami #nagito komaeda #peko pekoyama #sdr2 #danganronpa #dangan ronpa #super dangan ronpa 2 #nicola writes #hmmmmmmmmmm #genderbend au #idk how i feel about this but have it lol #i wanna write something soft but this was almost finished anyway

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