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yasuke, holding a rock: nagito just gave this to me and said "i feel like you deserve the moon but all i can give you is a rock".
izuru: if you don't marry them, i will.
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suitov · 3 years
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The Matsukamukoma Dynamic as decided on by Eggy and me (suggestive)
Yasuke, dragging Nagito to the bedroom: Oi, squidbitch, I'm gonna cuck you now.
Izuru: Remember the neck.
Yasuke: The huh?
Izuru: If you want to get him in the mood, nibble his neck.
Nagito: Implying I'm ever not in the mood~?
Yasuke: I'm trying to cuck you, dumbass. You're meant to be humiliated.
Izuru: I will be very humiliated if you nibble his neck and tell him he has beautiful eyes.
Yasuke: Ugh.
Nagito: Now, now, boys, please fight over trash like me~!
Izuru: Did you mean "don't fight"?
Nagito: Nope.
Izuru: I could threaten to punch him if he doesn't nibble your neck...?
Yasuke: FINE YOU TEAM EDWARD SIMP I'LL BITE HIS SCRAWNY SODDING NECK!
Nagito: :D
Izuru: :D
Yasuke, dragging Nagito into the bedroom: Fucking cutesy assholes don't know why I bother grrrhrrrgrrrr
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Hinata-Kamukura-Matsuda Siblings AU - Midnight Snacks
[I may have gotten inspired by a conversation of Discord to write something like this. For clarification, this is an AU where Yasuke, Hajime and Izuru are brothers with Hajime and Izuru specifically being twins. Anyways, on to the short fic]
Nagito Komaeda should probably be sleeping. It was about 3am by this point but he couldn’t bring himself to settle down. With a sigh, he stood up and grabbed a book off of his desk to read in the student common room. Opening the door, Nagito had expected to be met with a comforting silence that night time often brought about. Instead, he was greeted by footsteps, a dragging sound and the loud complaining of a familiar neurologist. As the footsteps approached his door, Nagito watched a peculiar sight.
Yasuke Matsuda was dragging Izuru Kamukura along the floor. Izuru was eating something with a tin held under his arm. As the two passed Nagito’s door, Izuru waved, a chocolate chip cookie in hand, while Yasuke gave him a look.
“You’re up late,”
“Ah, my apologies Matsuda-kun, I was just about to head out for some midnight reading,” Nagito holds up his book and waves it about. Yasuke looked thoroughly unimpressed though he wasn’t the one to add the next comment.
“The time is 3:27am, far past midnight. You should be asleep,” Izuru said, mouth still slightly fully before swallowing and then taking a bite out of the cookie in his hand.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full you fucking child. And follow your own advice for fuck’s sake!” Yasuke glared at Izuru who seemed utterly unaffected and had taken another bite of his cookie. Yasuke let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m going to steal Hajime’s kusamochi once I get you into bed,”
“He won’t be pleased once he finds out,”
“He’s asking for it, it’s not my fault he’s a walking target,”
“Is this because he compared you to a racoon earlier today?”
“He called me a trash panda, don’t sugarcoat it,”
Nagito couldn’t help but let out a wheeze that slowly developed into a small laugh, causing both Izuru and Yasuke to stare at him for a second. It took a second for Nagito to stop himself as he was laughing but, when he did, he gave them both an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry, my laugh must be truly grating to listen to but it’s just...nice to see you two interacting. I’ve never known what siblings really talk about so it’s fun to see the dynamic between you two. And Hajime,” Nagito smiled, staring at the two brothers who remained in their mild state of...shock? Probably shock, Nagito’s laugh must’ve been so terrible it shocked them. Nagito opened his mouth to apologise once again before being cut off as Izuru had picked himself up off the floor.
“Yasuke, you no longer need to return me to my room, I’m sleeping with Komaeda tonight,”
“Like fucking hell you are!”
And with that, the silence dropped completely as Yasuke attempted to drag Izuru (who was still standing in the exact same spot as he was when he got up with no indication that Yasuke’s attempts to move him were even mildly stirring him) back to his room while Nagito watched on with his usual grin. Eventually, Yasuke gave up and, somehow, all three of them ended up on Nagito’s bed in an extremely tight bundle. Nagito lay there, his back pressed to Izuru’s chest and his head under Yasuke’s chin and smiled.
Turns out he could settle down.
(Meanwhile, poor Hajime lay in his bed with the vague feeling like he was being left out of something).
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hopegroundzero2 · 4 years
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Nightmares
Another ficlet to promote the upcoming Matsuda Fanweek in May! This one is despairverse post-Junko dying. So there’s references to that.
There is a red-eyed shadow that greets him when he wakes up.
“You have been sleeping,” it says. “For days. Matsuda Yasuke.”
Nothing fully registers, but if he stares long enough at the shadow, that piercing crimson gaze reminds him of the vibrant mess that became of her. He shudders, rolls over, and covers his head.
“You will deteriorate if you do not eat,” is murmured. Matsuda presses the pillow harder down on himself, hard enough to suffocate. And yet, that low voice remains clear like a bell. “Do you intend to die, then?”
Matsuda does not respond. Even as he thinks, what is there worth living for? She’s gone. Just like that. It doesn’t feel real.
It just doesn’t feel real.
The bed dips under a new weight. For once, Matsuda can imagine his monsters catching up to him. Everything he’s ever done wrong and agonized over, starting and ending with a girl he devoted himself to—he’d deserve a cold ending then and there. But even as he’s straddled, nothing grips him, not even his neck.
“Matsuda Yasuke.”
It’s aggravating. How much this shadow has twisted into a spoiled child instead of staying a specter.
What a ridiculous situation it is. Maybe this is the real nightmare. Maybe soon, he’ll wake up to Junko screaming at him, and, and, andandand—
He’s trembling. The bed itself is shaking. Squeaking in pitiful protest. And yet, the one above him remains stable and unmoved. Matsuda almost can’t breathe—but his grip is tight enough that he nearly gets a nail ripped out from the pillow being snatched from him.
“Inhale,” those red eyes command, imposing with a force he can’t disobey. He breathes in sharply, he almost coughs. He definitely tastes dust and iron. “Exhale.”
Matsuda sputters, and the second attempt at breathing is much sooner.
“How boring,” Kamukura said simply, lashes lower with disdain. “It would be more boring if you perished so soon.”
Matsuda blinks. His eyes burn. With tears, he realizes.
“Get the fuck off of me,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “Right now.”
Kamukura doesn’t move. Matsuda’s glare grows fiercer; his shakes worsen. Before he can repeat himself however, the door opens and there’s a flashlight that shines on the two of them.
“Oh,” Komaeda says, eyes wide and mouth ajar. “Matsuda-kun’s finally awake.” He smiles unfairly bright, even in the dark. “Daybreak should be here soon, but how about an early breakfast? If the two of you are busy, I can...”
Kamukura is off the bed in an instant.
“Any meals you prepare will make Matsuda Yasuke sick. Allow me.”
“Alright, alright,” Komaeda chirps as the other brushes past. Komaeda keeps on smiling as he leaves, and his smile remains bright as he turns back to Matsuda. “Come on. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day after all. Please eat with us, Matsuda-kun.”
Matsuda pushed himself up, still silent. But under that serene gray-green gaze, he found himself moving.
“Come on,” Komaeda coaxed sweetly, a hand against his back. Her hand. “Good morning, Matsuda-kun.”
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magioftheseas · 4 years
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I really wanna see Matsuda playing rage games with Kamukura and Komaeda. Imagine the chaos. Matsuda swearing angrily at the screen. Komaeda tries to give out helpful advice while holding in his laughter. Kamukura commenting on every mistake Matsuda makes but doesn't really help despite the fact that he could've cleared the level in minutes without breaking a sweat.
Matsuda definitely tries and his efforts get recorded and put online. They’re surprisingly educational because Matsuda goes into deep fucking detail about how inaccurate surgeon simulator is and what you’re actually *supposed* to do, but he gets so worked up that Komaeda eventually feels bad enough to give him a more relaxing game to play.
Kamukura still backseat games and at some point during the audio, you can hear Matsuda attack him and Komaeda trying to break them apart. And then, Matsuda stalls the recording to try and get back at Kamukura by flustering Komaeda. It works. Komaeda is suffocated between them.
They’re all disasters.
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syunikissed · 2 years
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just realised in the reincarnation au im writing with nancy i accidentally made komaeda childhood-trauma-coded
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ao3feed-danganronpa · 2 years
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matsukamukoma drabble
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3isB9ns
by SoudaMachine
matsuda finds izuru and nagito sleeping on the couch
Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Kamukura Izuru, Matsuda Yasuke, Komaeda Nagito
Relationships: Kamukura Izuru/Komaeda Nagito, Kamukura Izuru/Matsuda Yasuke, Komaeda Nagito/Matsuda Yasuke, Kamukura Izuru/Komaeda Nagito/Matsuda Yasuke
Additional Tags: Drabble, Fluff
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3isB9ns
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yasuke: izuru has these insanely strong opinions on anything. go on, ask him a thing no one should have an opinion on
nagito: what's the worst multiple of four?
izuru: twelve, obviously.
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yasuke: i cannot express how much i hate f^cking bees!
nagito: then stop f^cking bees, it's really a simple solution
yasuke: you know what I meant!
izuru: not after the bee movie, we dont.
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izuru: i told nagito to fight his demons
yasuke: and?
izuru: and that's why junko has a black eye
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nagito: dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life
yasuke: fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?
nagito: unapologetic. hard to kill. feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. stubborn. happy. bastardous. friends with bees. highly disapproving of lawns. full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.
izuru, nodding: edible
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nagito: thanks for not telling izuru what happened
yasuke: i wouldn't even know where to BEGIN trying to explain this
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hajime: everyone, synchronize your watches.
nagito: i don’t know how to do that.
yasuke: i don’t wear a watch.
izuru: time is a construct.
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yasuke: why is izuru eating raw pasta
nagito: he does this i don't know why
izuru: dont knock it until you try it, yasuke
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nagito: junko was a vanilla a$s b!tch who couldn't handle izuru's big d!ck energy and that's the tea for today
yasuke: ...nagito how high are you?
nagito: 5'11"
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nagito: what do we say when things don’t go our way?
izuru: my depression is chronic, but my ass is iconic?
nagito: yes! outstanding job!
yasuke: no-
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