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floorbe · 4 months

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"Mornings Apart" [Korekiyo Shinguji x Fem!Reader]

**Commission for @jesseapples !**

Summary: Korekiyo has been off in the field researching for the past few weeks. You two make it a habit to call frequently, but it's hard not to miss each other more... intimately, as well.

Warning(s): none really?? mutual "mowing the grass", phone s/x, dirty talk

A/N: Hope you enjoy!! I've missed writing my fav v3 lad lol

Word count: ~1.9k

The sharp, familiar chime of your phone rang out from its place on your bed. You quickly abandoned your night routine, rushing out of the bathroom and towards the ringing. Your cheeks were still speckled with drops of water from the shower, eyelashes clumped together and glimmering in the dim lighting of your room. You were, thankfully, already dressed, though the cold droplets still ran down your neck and soaked into the neck of the fabric.

“Shit, shit–!” you cursed softly as you nearly tripped over a stray shoe, whirling away from the hazard to hastily stumble towards your bed. You hastily wiped the palms of your hands against your bottoms to dry your hands, snatching the phone from your bed. You were sure your face lit up at the familiar picture of Korekiyo on the screen, a swell of excitement forming in your chest.

“Kore?” you called his name hesitantly as the camera connected, still loading.

“Ah, there you are, dear,” his smooth voice flowed through the phone as his camera finally connected, revealing his rumpled morning hair and drooping eyelids from his recent sleep. You grinned at the sight, taking in the rarer sight of him disheveled before his voice sounded again, “Just out of the shower, I presume?”

Just as you processed his words, another cool drop of water slipped from your cheek down your neck. You laughed a bit, running a hand through your hair as you responded, “Oh! Yeah, you caught me mid night routine.”

“Ah, apologies, love; however, if I may, you look… divine right now,” his voice dropped easily into a low purr, his head tilting as his gaze trailed over your features appreciatively.

The compliment sent a rush of heat through your form and you could feel warmth already filling your cheeks. You bit your lip with a chuckle, waving him off with a flustered grin, “Oh my God, stop–”

“And miss seeing you so flustered? Never, dear,” he retorted easily. You could almost hear the smug look on his face as he watched you, trailing a hand through his hair, “Mm, speaking of…”

You paused, humming curiously as you turned your attention back to the screen. His camera had shifted slightly, the rustling of fabric muffling his microphone. He was wearing a thin pajama shirt, hair still ruffled from his sleep moments ago. You tilted your head as you heard his smooth chuckle over the receiver.

“You see, dear, I have a bit of a… problem,” he purred, eyelids drooping invitingly as the camera tilted down slightly. You barely saw the tip of the tent in his pants before he moved the camera back up to his face with a fake gasp, eyes widened in mock embarrassment. “Oh my! I sincerely apologize, my love… your beauty entrances me, love. It’s difficult to… control myself,” his voice trailed into a lower tone, inspecting your expression as he spoke.

Your jaw dropped open as you processed what you’d just seen, eyes widening as heat inflamed your cheeks. “Wh– K-Kore–” you sputtered, covering your face with your hands as he chuckled.

“Forgive me, dearest, truly… I simply can’t help myself when you answer looking as delectable as you do,” he sighed innocently, head tilted, “...Especially after the dream that plagued me last night.”

You paused, fingers slipping down your cheeks to peek at the screen, “...Dream?”

The brief crinkle of his eyes showed satisfaction at you taking the bait, and he sighed innocently once more before resting his cheek on his palm. “Oh, yes. The most wonderful dream, Y/N,” he murmured, “Are you intrigued?”

You bit your lip beneath your palms, feeling your chest tighten at the glint in his eyes. A familiar heat had already started to throb in your core, making you shift slightly to ease the persistent beat. Your words caught in your throat, torn between sputtering in a flustered manner and actually answering his question. Apparently you’d taken too long, for he cleared his throat gently to grab your attention once more.

When your gaze flicked back to him, his expression (or what you could see of it) was considerably softer, eyebrows pulling up to brighten his expression, “Have I overstepped? I apologize–”

“No!” you cut him off, watching as his eyebrows twitched up in surprise before you continued, “Um– I–... tell me.” You averted your gaze briefly, chewing on the inside of your lip.

His expression changed immediately, mask stretching with the grin hidden behind the fabric as he chuckled, “Very well, then. Mm… where to start?” He tapped his chin with his finger in mock thought, “Ah, yes… Well, my love, I believe it began when I walked into your room and you were beautifully wrapped in the deepest red silk, wound carefully around your wrists, your ankles, your gorgeous breasts...”

You swallowed hard, heart racing as his melodic voice slowly painted a picture for you. He trailed off once he saw your expression, eyes crinkling in amusement as you encouraged him onward, “...And then?”

“And then,” he continued, lowering the camera ever-so-slightly to allow you a glimpse at the straining tent in his pants once more, “I began to unwrap you, of course. How could I not, with the obvious care you put into my present? Though, quite unfortunately, love, the dream ended there… Such a shame, hm?” He sighed dramatically, though you saw the twitch of his smirk beneath his mask, “I was left yearning for you with no reprieve.”

“I could help you with that,” you offered in a sudden boost of confidence, swallowing hard as you let your hands drop to your lap, “If you– if you want?” You continued after a moment, wincing at the slight quiver in your voice, heart pounding in your ears.

“Oh, love,” he cooed, expression lighting up, “You truly are too sweet to me. Yes, I would adore your help.”

You paused briefly, considering your next move before shifting the camera back, letting him see your full criss-crossed form, settled comfortably on the bed. You took a deep breath, calming your racing heart before carefully unfolding your legs, placing the bottoms of your feet flat on the bed as you leaned back onto your palms.

Though embarrassment flooded your body from the exposing pose (even if you were already dressed, albeit in pajamas), any nerves left in your body left the second you heard Korekiyo sigh softly, shifting his own camera back to reveal his arousal for you.

You watched as he carefully rubbed his bulge over his pants, his eyes raking appreciatively over your body before he murmured, “There you are. Breathtaking, as always.”

You wasted no time in slipping your own hand down your torso, fingers wiggling under the hem of your pajama bottoms. He watched with keen interest, palm momentarily pausing as you let out a shaky breath. The pads of your fingers found your clit easily, working it slowly and gently, imagining Korekiyo’s nimble fingers.

“J-just how you would,” you breathed, eyes fluttering as your hips bucked into your hand, moving teasingly slow. You heard a low moan from Korekiyo, and when you opened your eyes his hand had snaked beneath his bottoms. You saw his fist move beneath the fabric, slow and languid, though the way his breath was hitching told you he was much more excited than he let on.

“Just like me, hm?” he repeated breathlessly, “Speed up for me then, won’t you?”

A moan escaped your lips as you acquiesced, now starting to rub circles over your sensitive nub. You watched his head tip back at the noise, a low sigh mixed with a groan emitting from the speaker as his hips twitched. “Mm, there it is, keep going, love,” he nearly whispered, panting lightly, “Oh, you haven’t the slightest idea how much I missed you.”

“Tell me,” you encouraged him breathily, allowing your hips to grind against your fingers when his gaze met yours, “T-tell me, please.”

“I’ve missed your moans, your pleas,” he continued, the movement hidden under his bottoms hastening, “The-...” he cut himself off with a soft gasp as, you assumed, his thumb rubbed over the head of his cock, “The way you squirm underneath me, how debauched you look after I make you cum on my fingers… Oh, love, do you have any idea how gorgeous you look when you cum?”

A choked whimper forced its way out of your lips, hips bucking as another wave of heat flushed through your body. “Kore–” you began, but he cut you off with a soft, breathy chuckle.

“You look divine,” he continued, the skin just above his mask beginning to flush as he grew closer to his own orgasm, “Watching your mind blank the moment you tip over that edge, your body writhing, how your walls tighten around my cock so deliciously–”

You felt yourself growing closer to the edge, thighs trembling as your fingers rubbed fervently over your swollen clit. Your eyes were trained on the way his fist worked under his pants; the way his eyes fluttered with each stroke let you know he was just as close as you were.

“I’m… close,” he moaned softly, eyes locking with yours, “You are too, aren’t you?”

You felt the familiar tightening in your abdomen at his words, biting your lip harshly as you whined, quickening your pace on your clit. “That’s it, relax, love. You’re so close,” he encouraged you, leaning forward to see you more clearly as he pumped himself fervently.

You came with a cry of his name, back snapped into an arch as pleasure flooded through your body, wave after wave drowning you in a haze. You watched Korekiyo’s eyes roll back, his form stiffening visibly before a low moan escaped him. His hips bucked into his hand, stilling momentarily before pumping once more as he came alongside you.

You shuddered as you came down from your high, hips still weakly grinding against your fingers in an attempt to prolong the ebbing pleasure. You watched Korekiyo’s body slacken on the screen, relaxing back into his bed with a heavy sigh. Chests heaving, it was silent for a few moments as you both recovered from the daze.

“...I miss you,” you murmured after a moment, slipping your hand out of your bottoms with a weak smile sent his way.

His expression softened immediately, an adoring sigh leaving his masked lips as he shifted closer to the screen, “And I, you. In two weeks we’ll be reunited, my love, I promise.” You hummed in response, murmuring a soft “yeah” before he spoke again, “I love you, dear.”

A smile stretched across your face immediately and you chewed on the inside of your cheek, “I love you too, Kore.”

“I assume you’d like me to stay on call while you fall asleep?” he asked breathlessly, sliding his hand out of his pants and shifting to grab a tissue. You nodded, sitting up and rolling off the bed with a low groan, legs sore from tensing.

“If you don’t mind?” you asked sheepishly, rummaging in your drawer for a new pair of underwear.

“I never do,” he promised, tossing the tissue off screen, “I’m going to shower, love. I’ll keep you on so you can hear the water running, hm?” Fabric ruffled past the microphone as he grabbed his phone, taking it with him to the bathroom.

Climbing back into your cozy bed, you snuggled beneath your blanket, placing your phone beside you on the pillow. Your eyes began to drift shut as you listened to him hum to himself, the familiar sound of the shower starting soothing you into a comfortable sleep.

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa imagines #n*sw//#danganronpa #korekiyo shinguji x reader #korekiyo shinguji #v3 imagines #v3 #prayingggg that this man is in character lmfao its been a hot second

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plasmasimagination · 1 year

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Hello????? Earth to byakuya x reader writers?? Yall there???? I need byakuya content man 😢

#byakuya togami x reader #byakuya togami #togami x reader #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa x you #danganronpa #danganronpa x gender neutral reader #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa x sanrio #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa fluff #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa headcanons #drv1

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localfruitbowl · 6 months

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Just randomly made this on Gacha Life 2. I had to.

#gacha life 2 #danganronpa #rantaro amami #kirumi tojo #shuichi saihara #korekiyo shinguji #danganronpa scenarios

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lovesicktemple · 2 years

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Yandere Kokichi with a s/o that can't even look at him because they're scared of him?^^

Hey Anon! Sure thing! Also, I will be delaying some Kokichi requests for a bit. Or Atleast I, will hehe! Let’s see if admin Kaede answers them next.

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Yandere Kokichi with a terrified S/O.

Source: This cute little gif here!!

Warning, threatening, blackmail

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❥: You really weren’t the bravest type. If you heard the slightest noise you’d twitch a little. The killing game only made your paranoia worse.

❥: Kokichi..didn’t help at all..

❥: Since you were a scared person, he’d love to just make you jump by randomly coming around corners and jump scaring you.

❥: Everytime he did, you got even more and more paranoid. He was so..annoying..

❥: You started distancing yourself from him, trying your best to stay away from him as much as possible. The creepy faces didn’t exactly help either.

❥:Kokichi git upset! All of it was just for fun! Why were you being such a baby?! If he wanted to interact with you, he needed to be gentle.

❥:You we’re eating breakfast one day and Kokichi tapped you on the shoulder. You looked over and shrieked!

❥:Kokichi tried reassuring you that he didn’t mean any harm. But you shook your head closed your eyes.

❥: “Come on Y/N! I’m not THAAAAAT scary~! Let’s hangout,”

❥: Then, unannounced he ripped you off of the bench and dragged you with him. Despite your protests he was determined to show you he wasn’t that bad! But..he ended up blackmailing you into hanging out with him a bit. Using your secrets as a way to threaten you.

❥: This wasn’t how you wanted to spend your day! Attached to Kokichi, forced to do activities with him. Kokichi really did his best to be gentle with you, but you didn’t enjoy your time with him all that much. He threatened you for gods sake!

❥: At the end of the day, you were still scared of him. So, he turned to you and..swore to protect you? You just walked away but he followed you. I guess his idea of ‘protecting’ you was following you around everywhere. Even inside your dorm! And if you locked the door before he could get in, he’d lock pick it.

❥: He began becoming a headache, but you never had the courage to tell him to buzz off. And he took that as an invitation to be even closer to you! He didn’t stand beside your bed anymore, he slept with you. No matter your protests.

❥: It had gotten out of hand..so, you gathered up your courage and asked one of your classmates to help you keep Kokichi away from you

❥: So, Kokichi resorted to stalking you. The only opportunity he had to be close to you was during nighttime. So he’d lock pick your room and watch you sleep. But..something was missing..your scent ..your touch. He wanted it! But he shouldn’t be demanding! You’re already scared of him so why should he push it?!

❥:..Those thoughts didn’t help. Come on, it’s Kokichi Ouma. I’m pretty sure he’s at war with himself on a daily basis.

❥: So, at nighttime, he decided to go into your room. But through a vent. And because he went through the cleaning supplies, he had found himself some chloroform! It his lucky day. He carefully but it up to your face and let you pass out while dragging you through the vent.

❥: Your class mate knocked on your door the next day, they had expected you to answer but..you were somewhere else. You were in Kokichi’s room. Good thing they’re sound proof! It would’ve been so annoying to hear you call for help. 24/7!

❥: He’s all over you and gave you a pillow to hug to prevent you from becoming too anxious. But, your mouth was taped shut. You were too scared to cry! Kokichi might hurt you! So you stayed quiet and let yourself calm down.

❥: The rest of your days were spent on a search for you. Everytime they questioned Kokichi, he said he had no clue where you went. But that made him a suspect nonetheless. But they could never get to you no matter how much up they tried. Will anybody save you?

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I hope you like them!

~Mod Shuichi

#danganronpa #yandere danganronpa #yandere kokichi x reader #v3 kokichi #kokichi x reader #kokichi ouma #danganronpa kokichi #drv3 kokichi #yandere x reader #canon x reader #x reader #yancore #yanderecore #yandere scenarios #danganronpa scenarios #mod shuichi

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kaerichan-yatta · 6 months

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Headcanon/Scenario Time - Danganronpa V3 (1)

headcanon processing...

Kokichi likes waking you up with tickling.

He likes seeing your smile slowly forming on your sleepy face, followed by soft giggling, or directly laughter.

And don't even think about turning away! He'll resort to other drastic measures...

Despite being in such a strange place, full of still unsolved mysteries, you couldn't help but love how comfy your bed was. How cozy you were under the covers, and how soft that pillow was. You always felt yourself melting everytime you laid down.

Yes...the warm embrace of that bed cuddling you, you felt so calm-

"Y/N..."

...You felt so calm and-

"Y/N...~"

Yet, you felt so annoyed right now. Exactly. You had to wake up.

But this time was different. Your wake up call was different. A playful, yet mischievous giggle, followed by the sudden feeling of a weight on your hips.

Kokichi Ouma. Your brand new alarm clock.

You groaned, your expression switching from a relaxed one to a pout. It seemed like the night had passed too fast for you.

"Come oooon...wake uuup...~" you heard him in a childish tone.

You decided not to even answer to him. Oh no. You weren't going to wake up just because the Ultimate Supreme Leader had asked you to. Which to your bad luck, switched on his mischievous -if not cruel- side.

"Hm, how rude" he said.

Your mind convinced itself that he was going to get off of you, walk away, and leave you alone, sleeping peacefully. Pff, what were you, the Ultimate Sleeping Beauty?

Your breath stiffened as you felt fingers poking at your torso, not following a regular path. First your stomach, then your left side, your right hip, then your neck, and so on. Oh no.

You let out a sigh to fake a laugh, and as a reflex, you turned on your stomach, making him fall off your hips, on the other side of the bed. But that didn't stop him from climbing on your lower back, this time, watching you closely.

He grinned from ear to ear as he saw how your pout was turning into a silly, still sleepy smile from the previous pokes. He was getting to you. Time to intensificate.

He grabbed your waist from behind, squeezing it up and down, and your eyes snapped open, your mouth letting a girlish squeal escape. Then, laughter. He wasn't going to stop soon.

"Hah! There you are, Y/N! Good morning, sleepyhead!"

#kaeri writing #danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa scenarios #kokichi ouma #tickle #<3

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m-y-fandoms · 2 years

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COMMISSION: Gundham Tanaka x Female Reader Part 1

Info: Island Mode, no despair. Takes place on Jabberwock Island. Genre is Fluff, oblivious crush to lovers, SFW, cute flirting. Reader uses she/her. Reader is the Ultimate Cardiologist, focused on medical stuff and knowledge of the heart!

Total fic length is 7K words split into 3 parts.

Part 2 Part 3

It had been mere hours since they’d all arrived on this island, Y/N and her classmates, that is. They’d been given the run-down by this strange animatronic rabbit named Usami - who claimed to be their teacher - but their heads still pounded with the mystery of it all. At best, the more positive of their crowd were pushing their questions to the back of their minds and trying to enjoy the beautiful scenery, and at worst, the skeptics of their group, like the spiky-headed Hajime Hinata, were investigating ruthlessly and refusing to take the white bunny at her word. Determined to figure out why they were here and how on Earth none of them could remember traveling to this deserted island, Hajime and a few others were making rounds, patrolling the different islands, insistent on not having a lick of fun. Y/N on the other hand, anxious about both the crowd of strangers around her and the scale of the island, tired for no obvious reason, and dazed, merely sat with her other more nervously-inclined peers and listened to Usami explain things, just one more time.

Their new “teacher” Usami (though Y/N could’ve sworn there were no four-legged instructors mentioned on Hope’s Peak’s website) had handed out these curious little golden crystals to each of the students, and urged them to get to know each other, form bonds, make friends, and spread hope throughout the island. When they felt like their relationship with another of the students had reached a new level, when their bond strengthened deep in their hearts, they were to exchange one of these crystals, dubbed Hope Fragments. Usami, knowing how teens would do anything to get a school assignment quickly out of the way, warned that she would be watching always, so mindlessly giving away one’s Hope Fragments to get it over with would not be tolerated.

At first, upon hearing these words, Y/N squirmed in her skin, shook in her boots. She was completely and utterly socially inept, and was positive that her classmates would be able to tell almost immediately. She’d never had any friends to begin with, but this school trip might end with her going into the negatives. On the other hand… she couldn’t deny the tiny seed of excitement that threatened to bloom inside of her. This could be good: social interactions forced by a teacher. They had to get rid of those fragments, right? They couldn’t reject her, it’s an assignment, mandatory hangouts… did thinking like that make her the Ultimate Loser? Maybe. Was this mindset selfish? Forcing her peers to deal with her awkward self - a girl who lacked any social grace - surely they would find a way to get out of being around her…

Now her mind was racing once again. Was this a competition? Is this for a grade? She began to perspirate at the thought.

Free to roam, the cynical members of the class got to work ignoring Usami’s assignment. Rather than make friends, they asked if anyone could remember anything: a boat, a plane, a permission slip, what day it was, their ultimate talents, anything for context. Hajime spat his words at rabbit, asking how this was even educational. Surely a prestigious academy had better coursework and lessons in mind. Y/N, resolved to not be the absolute largest disappointment on the island, moseyed around, scoping out the wide range of personalities and talents she had to compete with.

FREE TIME EVENT 1 - INTRODUCTIONS

Some time had passed, and the sun still shined as brightly as ever. When they first arrived it must have been early morning, if the heat and position of the sun were anything to go by. Now it was around noon, and Y/N had successfully made it around the entire first island, where everyone congregated and agreed to make their home base, what with the resort and amenities. People wandered to the other islands, but always made their way back, so she had the opportunity to (albeit awkwardly and briefly) make almost everyone’s acquaintance. There were but a few names left on her list to check off. Some classmates she pointedly spent more time with, thinking she’d click with them better, but in the end always tore herself away from the conversation first, not wanting to come off as needy or be a bother. A couple of the talented teens were a joy to converse with, and others she made a note to avoid. There was the handsy Teruteru, and the vitriolic Hiyoko, who reminded her too much of her middle school bullies to ever get close to, but then there were, on the other end of the spectrum, absolute rays of sunshine like Sonia Nevermind or Ibuki Mioda. Beautiful and extroverted girls like that were the type she admired. Of course, there were quite a few of the students that she found highly attractive. Akane’s form was stunning, Chiaki was adorable, Hajime had a classic handsomeness, and most of all, she found herself particularly taken with the animal lover, the Ultimate Breeder, Gundham Tanaka. She could sense that he was an introvert, a bit of an outcast, and she always found herself drawn to those types. Not only did she find familiarity in them, but she felt the need to befriend them, so they never had to feel the way she did. Gundham was definitely different, that was obvious, but besides that, he was extremely good looking. Though he often hid hid face in the layers of his purple scarf, she’d gotten a good look at him several times, as he somehow seemed to be in the same place she was all morning. He was striking, pale and uniquely dressed, mysteriously interesting.

At the moment, Y/N was with Mikan, who seemed to cling to her every word and gesture. She was rapidly asking questions, wanting desperately to get to know Y/N more and more. It came as a shock to Y/N, who had never known anyone to latch onto to her like this. She chalked it up to their similar interests and experiences - Mikan being the Ultimate Nurse and Y/N being the Ultimate Cardiologist- but felt uncomfortable all the same. This was a totally new experience for her.

It was after a good while of chatting with Mikan that she noticed Gundham once again, staring from the other end of the super market, over near the snack section. Mikan was very sweet, if a bit skittish, but Y/N needed a bit of a break from all the questions. Since she hadn’t officially introduced herself to the Ultimate Breeder, she politely bowed to Mikan and made a swift exit, shuffling over to where Gundham was. He seemed to see her coming and finally realize he was staring, looking away quickly.

“I don’t believe I’ve gotten your introduction fragment yet,” she smiled timidly, cautiously. She held out hers, spinning it around in her hand before tucking it back into her bag. He snorted a small exhale of acknowledgement through his nostrils, before digging his chin back into the depths of the scarf. “I uh… I think we have to get at least one fragment from everyone today, so uh… do you maybe wanna head to the ranch with me? We can talk on the way there, it’s the only place I haven’t checked out on the main island yet. Also, I heard you like animals, you know with you talent an’ all. So…?” Her words trailed off, waiting for a response apprehensively.

“... Very well,” he seemed to hesitate, huffing before giving a response, “but keep your distance, lest you be infected with the curse that plagues my earthly vessel. Mere mortals such as yourself could not begin to comprehend the danger.” He gestured dramatically before opening the door to the market, allowing her to exit first.

Uh… okay dude… wasn’t planning to get close anyways… she thought, a bit amused inside her own head. She’d heard through the gossip of the others that Gundham was a bit odd and eccentric, but now she would get to see it firsthand and up close. She didn’t mind however, as again, the loners, the misfits, and the weirdos often drew her interest. Already she could tell he would have a particular way of talking, and for some reason, it didn’t bother her a bit, like it clearly bothered the others enough for them to mention it.

The made their way to the ranch in silence, until Y/N could feel that silence a little too much for comfort and spoke up:

“So you’re Gundham Tanaka right? I’m Y/N L/N. It’s nice to meet you officially. I think I’ve gotten to most of the other students.” She hugged the strap of her school bag a bit tighter, as if it would provide some sense of security.

“Ahh, so I see that once again my reputation precedes me! Yes… I am Gundham Tanaka, overlord of ice. You already knew my name, and remember it well, for it is the name that shall one day rule this dark plane of existence. I shall remember your title, and our contract will be sealed for all eternity with this dark catalyst thrust upon us by the un-rabbit!” Little claws reached up from a fold in his scarf, a Hope Fragment clasped between them. Gundham pinched the gem from the little hamster’s grasp, and presented it to her like a cursed artifact.

“Oh my goodness, is that a hamster?!” She gasped at the sight of the furball releasing the gem to its master. Upon picking up the heightening tone of her voice, three more rodents of varying fur patterns and size popped out, taking up their posts on their master’s shoulders or nestled in his coiffed hair. “Four hamsters?!” Gundham jumped back a bit, startled by the sudden raise in her voice, but soon steadied himself.

“These are the Four Dark Devas of Destruction. Hamsters are merely their temporary form while their souls are ensnared on this hell planet. You will address them with respect!” The hamsters, looking prideful, seemed to agree with their owner’s words.

“Oh, y-yes, of course, my bad. May I hold one of them? I love animals, especially tiny ones.” She bent forward to get a better look at the one on his right shoulder, and he took another step back, uneasy. She noticed this, and stood back up with an apologetic look. Maybe she was overstepping, she thought, however Gundham seemed to stop and consider her request, looking away in thought for a moment.

“...It is not my choice who my Devas choose to deem worthy of their touch, however it has come to my attention that the Devas sense no malicious intent in you, so yes, you may for the moment, hold greatness in your grasp.” And like clockwork, a loyal little hamster slid down its master’s coat sleeve and jumped ship from his arm to hers. She gasped, her mouth a bit agape, thoroughly impressed. The little creature crawled upward to her wrist as she raised her hands slowly so she could cup it securely.

“So cute!” She nuzzled the Deva to her cheek as they continued their trek to the ranch. “And so noble, of course!” She decided to play along to appease Gundham as she saw a potential friend, her very first potential friend, in him. Gundham’s cheeks warmed a bit, flustered at both her compliment and the sight of her cuddling Maga-Z to her face.

“Of course,” he cleared his throat, “I see you are an excellent judge of energies.” She smiled at his version of a returned compliment, quickly thinking of a way to keep the conversation going, as was taught to her in all of her self help and socializing books.

“So, all these islands, what is there like five of six of them? It’s a bit overwhelming, huh? I mean, Usami didn’t even mention how long we have to explore or get all these fragments… or when we would get to head back home. Ah, speaking of -” Y/N shifted the Deva to one hand, reaching for her fragment to hand to the boy beside her. “Our intro fragment. Everyone has deemed introductions worthy of the first trade. I have a ton of them, so here’s my first one for you!” He recoiled a bit from her touch, avoiding skin-to-skin contact altogether by switching to his bandaged hand before reaching out again. Even then, he snacthed it from her to evade her touch. Highly empathetic for negative emotions, she was already starting to understand that this whole facade, this whole act was a wall he put up. He chased people off, acted strange so he could confirm and guard against the things people were going to say about him anyway. She wondered what made him that way in the first place. It was clear that he didn’t like people getting close, physically or emotionally, and she could respect that. She’d felt like that often as well.

As he took her fragment, another Deva slid down from its owner’s crown, Gundham’s own fragment in it’s mouth, and dove into her school bag. Transaction complete.

“Hmm… it seems the Devas have taken a liking to you. You should be honored.” He admitted. She nodded back, happily accepting the second Deva now nesting into her hair.

Arriving at the ranch, they looked around for awhile before she enquired about his acceptance into Hope’s Peak. How he was scouted, and all that. Gundham of course put on a performance for something that could be described in a few sentences, then it was her turn. She revealed her story to him, about how she was a bit of an accidental discovery. While on a vacation to Tokyo, a famous voice actor who was also on vacation went into sudden cardiac arrest at a cafe where she was eating lunch. She used her medical knowledge to essentially save his life, and as fate would have it, a Hope’s Peak Academy alumni was there to witness the event and notified his contacts back at the academy. Soon enough she was contacted and asked to come aboard after a deep dive into the hard work of her past. She knew all those internships, books, study sessions and online courses would pay off one day.

“So you are a witch of the heart, then.” Gundham commented after she finished. “Not only are you able to cast spells over the hearts of men and hold the power of life and death, but you have mind controlled your way into a most coveted position.” He looked over the animal pens as he spoke, already contemplating how to improve them.

“My field of study is cardiology, if that’s what you mean. Medical progress and study is my entire life. But you’re right, for fate to align so well and all of these things to fall into place perfectly for me to be scouted, I must be some sort of witch…” she grineed sheepishly, hoping her humor wasn’t too bold or cheesy. She wasn’t used to joking around with others. He nodded his agreement back to her.

“Yes…” a hint of suspicion lingered in his voice, “That Mikan is definitely a witch, and you seem to be in a coven with her…”

“Well, don’t worry, animals are safe from my heart spells. I have no power over them.” She now had all four Devas crawling over her, examining her hair between their claws, biting at her sleeves. Gundham took in the sight, more than slightly taken aback by their opinion of her. Was she casting a heart spell on him? No matter, he would never speak those words aloud anyway.

“Hmpf…” he scoffed. “No one has power over the Devas, not even I.”

HOPE FRAGMENT 1 GAINED - END

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rotting--skull · 2 years

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Totally forgot this account is real but anyways I'm writing again

Request away and have fun!

#slasher x reader #yandere simulator x reader #ikemen revolution x reader #jesse cromeans x you #the arcana x reader #helluva boss imagines #sally face x reader #eddworld #ncis x reader #dead by daylight x reader #danganronpa x reader #genshin impact x reader #danganronpa scenarios #twd x reader #omori x reader #creepypasta x reader

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grimy-cat · 2 years

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shuichi x reader thats like really bubbly, outgoing and flirty?

**first shuichi request!!!

Shuichi x Bubbly and Flirty S/O

- Complete Opposites.

- You’re extremely cheerful, bubbly, easy to get along with..

- Have the BALLS to be able to flirt with someone so nonchalantly, without stuttering even!

- Meanwhile, Shuichi is super awkward!

- He always seems to say the wrong things when first meeting someone..

- And flirting is just not in his nature, at all!

- Shuichi admires you, how you can easily talk to someone.

- And to be honest, he’s envious of you.

- Envious because he’ll never actually be as extroverted as you.

- Shuichi is very doubtful of himself, doubtful of his abilities..

- But you lift him up! You make him believe in himself!

- Being around you makes him feel good. So much that he started to fall for you.

- And so did you! You fell for him.

- You liked how flustered and shy he became whenever you flirted with him.

- You loved teasing him and seeing him blush so hard, it puts Himiko’s hair to shame.

- You loved everything about him.

- When you two started dating, he was already afraid to lose you..

- And your natural flirty personality amplified that fear

- There are times that he gets insecure, he believes you deserve someone better than him

- But like I mentioned before, you lift him up! You assure him that he’s exactly what you want.

- You make him feel better, your words make him feel good, you being his partner makes him feel GREAT

- He’s so lucky to have you in his life

- Despite the fact that you guys are complete opposites, you two work out.

- I guess the term “opposite’s attract” really is true. :)

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #shuichi x reader #shuichi saihara #shuichi x S/O #Shuichi x Y/N #killing harmony #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa scenarios #ndrv3 #drv3

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im-in-love-with-99-demons-again · 1 year

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Can you do Shuichi with a fem! S/o who consistently has an attitude towards everyone else but him

YESSS I can do that.

Paring: Shuichi x Fam-reader

Also why did I not post this earlier?

TW: Me being dumb-nothing else really.

(I don't know if I did the attitude right....Just pretend I did If I didn't..😎

-Shuichi wouldn't exactly like it but he wouldn't exactly hate it either, when he first saw you with your attitude with other he thought that you guys wouldn't really get along but when you came up to him one day with a bright soft smile and spoke nicely he thought he was imagining it but when Kokichi came up behind you guys your attitude came back in a blink of an eye which also surprised Shuichi.

Time passed and everyone saw how you acted to Shuichi, they all started to say you had a crush on him and this rumer did get to the ears of Shuichi but luckily for you he had a little crush for you growing as well...he felt special to be the only one you treated nicely though it made him nervous a lot of the time he did like it.

One time Kaede walked up to the both of you and tried to join the conversation but you weren't having it, she came (too) close to Your Man and was acting (too friendly). You narrowed your eyes and glared at her with your arms crossed over your chest. "Oh uh Good Morning Y/n!" "Tsk, Good-Morning" you said with an a annoyed tone, then you quit literally pried her off Shuichi.

"Y/n?..." You looked over at Shuichi who just called your name, "Yeah what's up?" You answered happily which both surprised Kaede and Shuichi. "That....wasn't very nice" He said hesitantly you sighed and looked back at Kaede with a glare. "I'm sorry" You said as you rolled your eyes.

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Sure once you guys had established your relationship, people did try to not get so close to you guys seeing that you be ready to almost throw hands BUT there was one......Kokichi. Kokichi loved the way he can get a reaction out of you, you were like his fav person to mess with along with Shuichi.

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Shuichi does try and understand why you act like that towards everyone and he does ask you but to no use.

("I'm not mean, i'm just not in the mood to talk to them"{AKA Everyone})

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One time he was playing a game of truth or dare and he picked dare, the dare was to kiss the person he had a crush on and let me tell you the AUDACITY this man had to look at someone other then you after giving you a side eye (OOp- come get your man) You were not having that nuh-uh. Before he got the chance to get up you jumped up and tackled him to the ground (mind you this was before the relationship was established) He was confused as he looked at your narrowed eyes before chuckling.(a nervous one btw) He was held in places by your thighs (he was in between them<33) his hands moved up to your waist to hold you there!!~? (Your manz liked that💀) You noticed his heartbeat was escalating and his face was getting redder with every move you made (U be grinding?🤨🤳) you noticed this and smirked before placing a kiss on his lips, he ended up telling them that you were gonna be his choice but he was nervous so he did kinda do the dare and not to kill him (0_0;) plus he dragging you to his room later 😏(JK🙏plz)

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Welp that's it, I might add more to this! Hope you liked!!

#danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa shuichi #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa v3 #shuichi saihara #weird stuff #just saying #hear me out

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angelfleurry · 2 months

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hi can i have one about fuyuhiko and/or hajime catching feelings :>

FUYUHIKO & HAJIME CATCHING FEELINGS:

I hardly ever write for Fuyuhiko, so I’m really really hoping I did alright!! Have a wonderful day, thank you again!!

✧FUYUHIKO KUZURYUU:✧

♡ Well, shit…

♡ All you did was make an effort for his birthday once again.

♡ And an effort for texting him, and an effort to be patient with him for all these years, and an effort to keep in contact, and an effort to make him a friend…

♡ Oh, oh dear…

♡ Maybe there was a lot more that you did, things that he’d always appreciated deep down in that stubborn little heart of his, but things he’d only just started connecting to the feelings in his chest.

♡ He didn’t know what to do.

♡ Fuyuhiko knew for some time that there was something going on regarding his feelings towards you, but today had only solidified it.

♡ And he did not know what to do from there.

♡ Well, he knew what to do, he wasn’t stupid, but he didn’t know when, or how or even…

♡ Or even if you’d want to hear it.

♡ Definitely paced around his room trying to process it all, swearing every so often under his breath.

♡ Fuyuhiko had become a very loyal friend to you, and he knew you knew that, but he hadn’t really properly seen you in quite some time. Obviously, within the year, he had, he could never want to stop seeing you entirely, but he hadn’t seen much of you over the past few months.

♡ Texting was more your thing, with him being busy within the yakuza, and you embracing the life you’d built for yourself, it was hard to find time physically. You both graduated two years ago and life was becoming very hectic.

♡ After all, you were both young adults now, time was more limited than before.

♡ Still, Fuyuhiko had thought of you dearly for years now. You were annoying at first, so very annoying, what with your stubborn patience and constant pestering.

♡ But, he grew to love that pestering. It just surprised him that someone could be so attached to a person they hardly knew, so eager to befriend, determined to check in, and he didn’t know what to make of it.

♡ Looking back now, he supposed he could have said thank you, rather than swear and huff at you the way he did.

♡ But, it’s not like he was too aggressive, was it? Because, you kept coming back, and you waiting for him to let you in.

♡ It helped that you were close to Peko too, she was like a sister to you, and that seemed to bring Fuyuhiko some sort of comfort at the time. It was nice to know Peko had a friend like you, nice to see her so happy.

♡ Peko didn't let her guard down around many people, and she especially didn’t during Hope’s Peak. She spent all of her time with Fuyuhiko, but then you came along and devoted so much time for her, made an effort for her, and then extended that effort to him.

♡ Neither of them understood it, but Fuyuhiko especially didn’t. Shouldn’t you have been intimidated? Shouldn’t you have been hesitant? Surely, his aggression should have put you off?

♡ For a little while, it seemed to have done so, but even then you still kept showing grace and love and everything friendly.

♡ His heart managed to warm up to you over the years, gradually making him appreciate your presence more and more.

♡ Once he makes the realisation, he’s pretty easily accepting of it.

♡ He just doesn’t know what to do next.

♡ He knows he’s got to say it sometime, he’s bound to, but he just doesn’t know when would be appropriate; or if it’s even a good idea. Did he really, genuinely, want to rope you into his lifestyle?

♡ He knew you knew what his life was like, you always had, but something about it becoming something unavoidable…frightened him.

♡ Fuyuhiko definitely finds it difficult to revert back to his usual behaviours with you now that he’s aware of his feelings for you.

♡ He finds it very hard to keep his blood pressure under control around you. Give him any frequent form of attention, any form of praise, any genuine interest in him as individual, even just look at him, and soon enough he’ll feel his face warming up.

♡ Eye contact becomes very difficult for him to maintain. While Fuyuhiko’s usually able to maintain eye contact no matter the circumstance, something about looking at you now seems almost impossible. He tries, he really does, because truthfully you’re so perfect he wants to keep looking, but he can’t.

♡ He can literally feel his eyes wobble as he begins to lose focus and, disguised with a nonchalantly stubborn huff, turns away.

♡ He doesn’t want to let his guard down, he doesn’t want to look stupid.

♡ Definitely gets goosebumps, and the shivers.

♡ His whole body tenses up whenever he sees you, a sudden heaviness latching onto his chest.

♡ His whole brain gets fuzzy and, although you’d never know, he’s actively fighting for his dignity the more and more he talks to you. He’s trying so hard not to stutter, so hard not to choke on his words, so hard not to look like an idiot, so hard not to be seen as weak.

♡ So hard not to give himself away…

♡ Probably becomes more protective of you than he was before. He’s not like obsessive with it, that would be silly, but he just feels this strong calling to ensure you’re safe and that you know he’s always going to be in your life.

♡ If he knew another guy was taking interest in you, he has an interesting way of handling his emotions surrounding it.

♡ He’d get internally jealous for a moment, a little angry, before then letting it go and trying to keep his cool. He’d probably get disappointed by it in his own time, realising that there was no guarantee you’d ever even return his feelings.

♡ If he ever thought you were taking interest in someone else, he’d be really mature about it and very chill, but inside he’d be devastated.

♡ Absolutely paces around his room trying to figure out what is going on with him.

♡ Peko will clock that something is the matter, but Fuyuhiko will probably deny it for a period of time.

♡ Eventually, he’ll tell her, and it’s an incredibly hard thing for him to do, even if he trusts her so.

♡ I feel like Peko would be really good at helping to reassure and calm him about the whole situation.

♡ I feel like Fuyuhiko would get dizzy spells as a result of his feelings. He’s letting himself spiral internally rather than physically cope with it, so his body is very very very confused.

♡ He’s not used to feeling as vulnerable as he is with you, and it isn’t even your fault.

♡ You’re just so special to him, he would do anything to see you smile, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

♡ Has definitely Googled advice on how to confess, but would immediately delete his search history the minute he was done gathering information.

♡ Nobody needs to know.

✧HAJIME HINATA:✧

♡ Hajime was very oblivious to it at first, unaware that the oxygen he lost whenever he saw you, unaware that the thundering sensation in his chest, unaware that his desire to talk to you was anything more than platonic fondness.

♡ His friends definitely clocked onto it faster than he did and, when they helped him connect the dots, he was very much in denial.

♡ “So, you forget to breathe, you can’t sleep, your heart feels heavy and you constantly gravitate towards them,” Chiaki repeated, looking over to Kazuichi expectantly.

♡ He looked at her for a minute, puzzled, before getting the hint.

♡ “Right, you realise all of that and…” he pauses, tilting his head, “That doesn’t sound slightly not friendly to you?”

♡ “Not friendly…?” Hajime mumbled back, confused.

♡ “Platonic,” Chiaki bluntly answered, “He means not platonic.”

♡ “Yeah, that.” Kazuichi grumbled, shrugging it off.

♡ When he figured it out, the denial set in.

♡ “Oh, no no…I just think they’re cool.”

♡ …

♡ Oh no.

♡ They were right.

♡ Now that he thought about it, he had been more drawn to you as of the past few months.

♡ He often had a strong urge to be around you, but he wasn’t bold enough to be obvious with it.

♡ He’d kind of just linger around you, not exactly being all that different, but being completely different all that once.

♡ Very straight-forward in terms of the affects of catching feelings.

♡ I mean, now that he thinks about it, it’s obvious.

♡ Do friends really crave company the way he does about yours?

♡ He has definitely taken long showers to contemplate everything.

♡ He just wants to hold you close, just wants to never leave your side.

♡ Absolutely loses his train of thought when he’s around you.

♡ Talks as if he’s running out of breath a lot more around you.

♡ Has no idea what to do with himself.

♡ Has the most DUMBEST smile whenever he thinks about you or sees you happy.

♡ Gets the nervous sweats, if he’s around you too long he will grow all hot and sweaty and unsure of himself.

♡ Bless him, he throws a pillow over his face every night to try and get you out of his head.

♡ Always wonders what you’re doing. It’ll be a random time of day and he’ll be wondering what you’re up to.

♡ Very shakey around you.

♡ He is definitely one to tremble, usually on a day where his emotions about you are particularly high.

♡ Does that thing where he glances at you, looks away, looks at you again, over and over.

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #x reader #goodbye despair #hajime hinata #hajime hinata x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #fuyuhiko x reader #gender neutral reader

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floorbe · 5 months

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**Writing Commission** Mondo x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your stepfather was drinking again and you just want to escape for a while. Luckily, your boyfriend has just the thing.

Warning(s): cursing, mentions of drinking / alcoholism, reader has a drunk / emotionally abusive stepfather

Word count: ~1665

A/N: this was commissioned by anonymous! hope you enjoy, and stay safe!!

A sharp alarm rang through the quiet room. Mondo blinked his eyes open sloppily, disoriented from the piercing ring. His hand fumbled through the sheets blindly, searching for the source of the sound. He yawned as his hand brushed against the familiar rectangle, groggily curling his fingers around it and nearly bonking it against his temple.

“Yeah?” he grumbled, eyelids drifting shut once more as he waited for the response.

“...Mondo?” the second he recognized your voice calling out through the receiver Mondo was wide awake. Your voice seemed steady, but Mondo knew better. There was the slightest shake in your voice, imperceptible to anyone else, but Mondo knew you. He knew the way your eyes lit up when you saw something you liked in the store, the way your shoulders dropped ever-so-slightly when faced with a less than suitable outcome…

“Y/N?” he rumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “Y’alright?”

“Um…” you paused for a moment, and Mondo could almost see the way you were fiddling anxiously as you deliberated an answer, “...Not really.”

Mondo waited in case you wanted to elaborate, but when you were silent he started shuffling out of bed, “Shitty stepdad again?”

He heard you sniffle before your voice shakily came through again, “...Yeah. He- fuck, I don’t know. He’s just– drunk again. And- and saying shit.”

Mondo hummed into the phone, already lipping on his shoes. “I’ll come grab you,” he murmured into the phone, not unkindly, wrangling his hair into a loose bun on top of his head.

“Y-you don’t have to–”

“I know,” he cut you off, tone softer than you’re used to, “I want to, got it? No arguments.” He was jogging out the door when he heard you huff out a laugh from the receiver. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he heard it, “That’s my girl. Be there in five, babe.”

You were sitting on the curb outside your house when you heard the familiar rumble of Mondo’s motorcycle. You sniffled as he rolled up, foot jutting out to prop on the curb, halting his ride. Before you could even think about rising to your feet Mondo was hopping off his bike, striding over to you. You watched as he shucked off his coat, settling down beside you on the curb and draping his jacket over your shoulders.

His arm automatically looped around your shoulders as you shuffled closer to him, tucking you against his side reassuringly. He absently rubbed your shoulder, a comfortable silence encompassing you as his warmth seeped into your form. His arm was heavy around your shoulders, grounding you from the dizzying spiral of thoughts in your mind. It was a few moments before his voice rumbled into your ear softly, “Wanna talk about it?”

“...He was just… drunk. Again,” you mumbled, pressing closer into his side as memories flowed through your mind, “And… yeah.”

Mondo hummed in response, squeezing your shoulder. You caught a glimpse of his mouth curling into a scowl at your words before he spoke quietly, “I’ll kick his ass for you.” You watched as his scowl softened into an affectionate smirk as he heard you huff out a weak laugh.

He shuffled his feet, stretching his legs before climbing to his feet, “I’m guessing y’haven’t eaten?” You shook your head as he held his hand out to you, tutting playfully as he helped you up, “Figured. I’ll save the ass kicking for after we get some food in your stomach, eh?”

Mondo plopped down beside you in the booth, leaving the other side empty as he tucked you back against his side. You munched on your fries absently, your head laid on his shoulder as he slurped his soda noisily. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a silent question within his eyes that you read all too well.

You took a sip out of his soda before answering, voice quiet, “He was just… insulting me. Per usual. It’s just frustrating that I can’t even argue with him because he’s so…” you trailed off, frowning.

“Wasted?” he finished for you, stealing one of your fries with a nudge, “A fuckin’ loser?”

You huffed out another weak laugh, shaking your head against his shoulder, “Ugh, I dunno. I mean, he’s fine when sober? He’s quiet when he’s not drinking, I just…”

“He’s an asshole when he drinks,” he finished for you again, looking at you as your frown deepened, nodding.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, barely audible as you picked at your fries, “And he just– rambles for so long, y’know? And he’s so drunk that he just keeps repeating the same rant and talking about how “when I was your age-”... y’know?”

Mondo hummed quietly, hand rubbing your upper arm from where his arm draped over your shoulders. He was silent for a moment as he considered his words, absently chewing the burger he had shoved into his mouth moments prior. It was a comfortable silence as you both chewed; a reprieve from the thick tension that plagued your household.

“...He’s a fuckin’ dumbass. No offense,” he grumbled after a moment, glancing at you to check your reaction to the insult. When he saw the glimmer of a smile on your face at his words, he continued, “Dick can’t understand that it ain’t the fucking stone age, anymore. I mean, he’s already turning to dust at his age, where does he get off on being a hardass on my girl?”

He rolled his eyes as he leaned his cheek on top of your head, huffing, “Seriously, babe, say the word and my foot will go up his ass. Hell, I’ll make my whole fucking bike go up his ass–”

Your laughter cut him off, your face pressing into the side of his chest as you tried to muffle it. You could almost feel the grin on his face from making you laugh, and he only doubled down. “Hey!” he grumbled, his crooked grin pulling at his lips despite his mock frustration at you, “Don’t laugh at me! I’m serious! I’ll fuck him up, I’ll even grab the boys–”

The thought of Mondo and his gang chasing after your stepdad made you snort. You could feel his hand lightly squeeze your shoulder, and when you looked up to meet his gaze, his expression was softer than you’d anticipated.

His loose bun had become messier, framing his face as he looked down at you. The usual hard expression he donned was gone, replaced now with a relaxed smirk, his normally furrowed brows lifted into a soft upward arch. The sight of him made your heart flutter, pounding in your ears as you looked away with a flustered grin at being studied so carefully.

You felt his chuckle before you heard it, his chest rumbling against your cheek as his lips pressed against the top of your scalp comfortingly. The soft kiss left your cheeks warm, a grin stretching your lips apart as you hid against his side. “Is my girl shy?” he teased (though his cheeks were quite red for him to be teasing you), brushing his lips against your temple, “You know the boys would be more than happy to kick his ass for y’a.”

“I know,” you murmured, pulling away only to bump your shoulder against his side, his arm still wrapped securely over your shoulders, “Thanks, Mondo. He… I don’t know. He gets to me sometimes…”

“Don’t blame y’a,” he tilted his head slightly, gazing down at you, “With him yappin’ in your ear damn near every night?” He sighed softly, grazing his lips against your scalp once more, “...Hope y’a know nothing that dick says is true. You’re good enough. Always have been, always will be, got it?”

You hummed absently, fingers subconsciously fiddling with the sleeve of his jacket that you still donned. Your stepfather’s words still echoed in your head, but Mondo’s voice was working well to drown it out for now. You shuffled closer to him, feeling your exhaustion from the night’s events finally start to ebb in. Mondo seemed to notice the change, for he stayed silent to let you rest for a moment.

“...Could probably get Taka to join in,” he continued after a moment, eliciting a sudden snort from you.

“As if,” you mumbled, muffled against the fabric of his shirt, “He would never come out this late.”

“He would if he got the chance to lecture,” Mondo retorted, squeezing your shoulder lightly, “Especially if he gets to tell someone off for being a dick.” Before you could respond Mondo was crumpling his napkins, tossing them lazily onto the tray before you.

He grabbed the tray as he slid out of the booth, tossing it haphazardly on top of the stacked trays. His hand reached out to interlace your fingers as you headed back towards his bike.

“My place?” he offered, sparing a glance over his shoulder at you with a raise of his brow, “Guessin’ you don’t wanna go back home.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, carefully sliding on the helmet he tossed you, “...Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he brushed off immediately, planting a quick peck to the top of the helmet before climbing onto his bike, “Told y’a before, you’re always welcome over. Don’t have’ta ask.”

You hummed in response, climbing onto the bike behind him with practiced ease. You looped your arms around his waist, resting the forehead of your helmet against his upper back. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you heard the familiar purr of his bike, the seat rumbling beneath you as the engine roared to life.

Your grip tightened as the bike propelled forward, speeding towards Mondo’s house. The wind whipped your clothes, chilling your skin as you watched the city around you blur. The warmth of Mondo’s back seeped into your front as the world whirled around you, and for the first time that night, as you raced to Mondo’s house, your mind quieted.

#danganronpa x reader #mondo oowada x reader #mondo oowada #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa #mondo owada #thh #tw abuse

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localfruitbowl · 6 months

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One of my favorite duos. The Mentally Unstable and The Grape Soda :)

#gacha life 2 #danganronpa #nagito komaeda #kokichi ouma #danganronpa scenarios

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bubblyqueer000 · 1 year

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Pls send me requests!! I have some stuff in my ask box but nothings really tickling my creative muscles hehe

Ps… I may be opening it up to v3 soooo feel free to send in some of those ;3

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa x gender neutral reader #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa x you #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa scenarios

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gepards-beloved · 9 months

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playing with his hair

w/ blade, jing yuan, dan heng, gepard, luocha, sampo

" what are you doing?" a groggy voice calls from your lap. when you glance down, you are greeted with a crimson orb and a pair of pinched brows - the crease dissipates when you kiss BLADE on his forehead. " your hair is so long," you grin, playing a portion between your fingers; it had a faint waft of your shampoo. " do you want me to stop?" he blinks at you, handsome face unveiled when not having a curtain of black over his eyes. he looked cute like that— and it felt particularly special when he dropped his cold demeanor in favor of displaying a more vulnerable side; one you have been privy to on many occasions. if you hadn't known better, you'd say his face has gradually softened since you've locked eyes. " no," he whispers, screwing his eyes shut. " this is good." when you resume untangling his roots, he thinks he's found something even more comforting than your kisses. it surprises him, even as his body resumes to sink in your lap— but you continue to find ways to worm into his heart. the thought of complaining never crosses him.

oh, JING YUAN, elegant, refined, and adroit in both marksmanship and leadership. the great general can only fall pilant to one certain foe— you. your hands sift through his hair, locks of snow terribly soft and frizzy in all directions. " it's so soft," you pull the loose strands into makeshift hairstyles of sorts. he looked enchanting as ever, golden rays of light catching his locks in a replenishment shine; then again, he always looked picturesque. the room was quiet, save for his deep sighs that sent a flutter to your heart. jing yuan turns his head to glance at you, but you quickly usher him to sit still as you work out the knots. he couldn't help himself. he just wanted to see your cute face scrunch up in concentration and kiss your jutted lips. he finds appreciation in these details, signaling your endless care for him. he gently pries away one of your hands, placing kisses along the knuckles. " don't worry, my dear," he smiles, moving to kiss your wrist. " i'm all yours." (honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if you found a bird hiding deep within the roots. he merely chuckles, kissing your thigh in a show of tenderness. he's far too entranced with your hands tangling in his roots to concern himself with the actual nest he's housing.)

DAN HENG was reading a book, and his hair was just there; loosely tied together in a neat presentation. honestly, how could something taunt you so much, and how could he look so ethereal by just reading?? he notices see you in the corner of his eye, his curiosity already piqued before you even got his hair. " what trouble are you stirring up to this time," he blatantly inquires, serious as ever but deterred by a gentle tone he always speaks to you in. "oh nothing," you giggle. "carry on reading." he cocks a brow but remains quiet. despite himself, he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from twitching when you start to weave your hands in the strands. you tended it with care, combing it out with your fingers and dan heng couldn't bring himself to foucs on the words anymore. he nearly shivers when you suddenly press a kiss to the nape of his neck, his sharp exhale occupying the silence. after a couple blissful moments, he pulls away, book long discarded on the table. you hardly got the chance to whine, not when he gently brings you to sit on his lap. " standing won't be necessary," his hand settles on your hips, pecking you on the cheek. " you will be more comfortable this way."

the skeptical look in GEPARD'S eye progressively falters the longer you curl your fingers in his roots. instead, a form of bliss comes to blend into his countenance, and his lips gape into an 'o' pair with a rosy blush in brew from the proximity. it was hard not to get butterflies in your chest when he rubbed his cheek into your palm. and his eyes went heavy when you scratched the area beneath his ear; he was almost like a puppy of sorts. " you're the most handsome man I know," your lips brush the corner of his mouth, the skin growing warm from your words. before you could pull away, his hand grabs your face and brings you in for a kiss proper - it's messy and hurried, still lacking experience but nonetheless effective in sending a wave of anticipation up your spine." can we stay like this forever?" he shuffles closer to you, nose bumping yours; your hands were still buried deep within his blonde hair and he nearly whines when you brush your thumb over his scalp. the sensation, coupled with your synchronized inhales and exhales was nearly numbing. without realizing it, gepard tucks a loose strand of your own behind your ear, a lovestruck grin finding his lips. when you nod, his smile reaches his eyes.

its no secret that LUOCHA adores your touch. you weren't sure how long he's been using your lap as a pillow, sleepily blinking at you as his hand stroked your thigh. a hum escapes him when you experimentally ran a nail down his head; the way his eyes fluttered shut was almost instantaneous, and he tilted his head to the side to grant you more access. he pushes back the temptation to squirm when you curl your hands on the back on his head, the baby hairs responding to your touch. luocha thinks he might just fall asleep like this, his grip turning lax against your clothes. it's only when you move to twirl his bangs around your pinky that it returns stubbornly. " are you teasing me?" he chooses to ignore the way his heart tickles when you cup his face, batting your eyelashes at him. " i'm just looking at you, you're handsome." he smiles against his own rationality, the expression warming you up far more than the sun's rays ever could. he pinches your chin gently, pulling you down until your lips meet in a sloppy movement, tasting like the jam you had fed him earlier. when his eyes fall shut you had the opportunity to fully admire his bliss expression, lopsided and bright. " thank you," he guides your hand back into his hair but not before pressing a kiss to the palm. " indulge me a little more, my love?"

SAMPO was being oddly quiet. so much so, it was growing unnerving. rather than being met with cheesy one-liners or random kisses to your neck, you were greeted instead by silence and a sampo who laid at your lap unmoving. huh, it seems he's fallen asleep, you thought, taking the advantage to run your fingers through his unkempt hair. it was unruly, increasingly so as you meander your fingers along the roots. sampo forces back his grin when you cup the back of his head, baby hairs elevating to your touch. he does, however, release a sigh when you start to detangle it mindlessly, the outside world momentarily forgotton. your stupor is broken when a drawled "y/n~" intrudes the silence, punctuated by a pinch to your arm. you don't know what was more humiliating: your yelp or the way your body went taut. " were you faking this entire time?" you reeled back, frowning at the mirth glazed in his eyes; you don't get too far when he captures your hand, peppering kisses along the wrist. " don't be so surprised," sampo gives your pulse point a teasing nibble, relishing in the reaction it coaxes from you. " i have tricks up my sleeve too."

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COMMISSION: Aoi Asahina x Female Reader Part 1

Info: SFW, fluff with a little angst - slow burn, friends to lovers, Trigger Happy Havoc Spoilers. Reader uses she/her.

7K words split into two parts - part 2

Five times Y/N viewed Aoi’s feelings as platonic, and one time she didn’t.

PRE-KILLING GAME - NO DESPAIR

Y/N might as well have been called the Ultimate People Pleaser. Loyal to a fault, she was almost too caring, too gentle on people. She coddled, cared, supported, helped out, anything to put a smile on someone’s face or take a load off their back. She lived to lessen burdens, to take on the tasks that others just couldn’t do alone, and all with a polite tone of voice and a genuine smile plastered across her face. Y/N strove to always see the best in others, to give them grace even if others would not. Confrontation was like torture to her, and so she always opted to trust someone or give them the benefit of the doubt - even when it got her into a spot of trouble. She would be a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, an extra pair of hands, and nothing in the world made her happier than to be there for people. It goes without saying that someone like Y/N, so corruptible and in truth, foolishly gullible, was an easy target to be used or bullied.

After years of working at food pantries, feeding the homeless, running charities, reading to kids at the local library, donating blood, working with people strugglig with mental illness, volunteering at churches and local clubs, tutoring students free of charge, leading the HOA in her area and many more selfless tasks of the like, Koichi Kizakura - in charge of HR and recruitment for Hope’s Peak Academy - was finally made aware of her presence. When she got to Hope’s Peak after being scouted, Kizakura and Headmaster Kirigiri officially dubbed her the Ultimate Ally as an umbrella term, and assigned her to class 78. Immediately she faced adversity, though some enemies she could see clear as day and avoid, others had silver tongues and honeyed words meant to drag her pure soul down. On one end were the gossips and bullies who claimed that she didn’t even belong there. Envious peers or Reserve Course students felt as if she took up a spot in the main talent course that could’ve gone to someone more deserved. Kiyotaka Ishimaru faced similar treatment. How could one even measure a moral compass or allyship? When they went to school with martial artists and fashion models, baseball players and heirs to conglomerates, it was easy to pick on those who, in the court of public opinion, hadn’t earned their spot. On the other end of the spectrum were those who recognized that she would do anything for anyone, even if it cost her, and planned to take full advantage of that innocence. Her gentle, naive personality was easily overtaken by the stronger ones she interacted with.

And the first time Aoi Asahina made her feelings known, Y/N simply thought she was making a new friend.

It was only the first week of classes. Everyone in class 78 was still settling in, finding out where to go, how their schedule worked, and who they would click well with. They were all new and fresh-faced, ready for this exciting new ride that the most prestigious school in the country promised. Hina meshed well with Sakura almost immediately. Right off the bat, their love of athletics and pushing their bodies to the extreme united them. Within days they were fastened at the hip, visiting the gym together, eating lunch at the same time, hanging out after school if neither of them were busy. Hope’s Peak allowed their students a lot of access to most of the campus during their free time, so the pair often even spent their free period in the middle of the day doing whatever they pleased together.

When Aoi first locked eyes with Y/N, she felt butterflies in her chest. Without knowing a thing about her, without speaking a word to the girl, she could feel the warm and kind energy radiating off of her. Seeing Y/N light up the halls already, on their first week of class, attracted Hina to her immediately. Though Hina and Sakura had yet to officially make her acquaintance, they could tell that she had a good heart and would make an excellent addition to their friend group. Aoi, with a little crush forming over the first few days of class, could never admit to Sakura that she might have had a little more than friendship on her mind. Not that she needed to; Sakura was extremely perceptive, especially when it came to close friends and family.

Celestia Ludenberg and Aoi Asahina had already butt-heads within the first week. It was clear to Aoi that they would never be friends. She didn’t like Celeste’s sly arrogance, her layer of false charm that allured her victims too much for them to see her selfishness. She could tell she was the type of person who would say or do anything to get what she wanted, and she couldn’t stand that about her. Nevermind the lies she spouted or the fact that she insulted Hina just for existing on a daily basis. So needless to say, when Aoi saw Celeste taking advantage of someone as sweet as Y/N - though they were not yet friends - she couldn’t just stand by and watch. Aoi didn’t need to be friends with someone to do what was right.

“Just look at her, Sakura. Man, I can’t stand her!” She spoke just loud enough for her companion to hear. Aoi held her books tight to her chest, taking a short break before her free period with Sakura. Across the hall, slightly concealed by a wall, were Y/N and Celestia Ludenberg, chatting away. “I just know she’s up to something again today!” She spat, grinding her teeth down in irritation. She couldn’t be more correct. Celeste, with a polished fake grin and her eyes feigning sincerity, was currently begging Y/N to finish her homework for her. There was always a reason, a sob story, an excuse for why Y/N could and should be completing a task for someone else. A large hand full of students and staff were using her, and Hina couldn’t stand it. Celeste was hamming it up, playing with Y/N’s kind heart.

“You see, I have to get my practice in today. Everyone else here goes to their dojo, their computer labs, their kitchens and such to improve their own talents, while I must travel all the way out of town to hone my skills. I just can’t be bothered to complete tedious piles of math papers. It’s not conducive to my lifestyle at all! They brought me here because of my talent, and I hardly have time to express it!” Translation: I want to go gamble, so do my homework. “Would you be a dear?” Celestia sung, holding out a small folder of assignments. She didn’t have to over exaggerate and put on a show for Y/N’s help. Aoi know Y/N would do anything if Celeste just directly asked. She never turned down a request from anyone.

“That’s it! I’ve had enough. I’m handling this,” Hina steamed, placing her bag on the ground beside her, fists balled and tense. She began stomping across the hall, face hot.

“Some people must learn on their own, Hina...” Sakura warned offhandedly, knowing Hina often did what she wanted anyway. Minding her business, she simply sighed and leaned against the wall, waiting for the exchange to end.

“Hey, you! Don’t just take that!” Hina stepped between the soft-hearted girl and the black-hearted leech, snatching the folder from her manicured claws. “What’s your problem, Celeste?! You want her to do your homework for like what, the tenth time this week?” Hina fumed.

“Ah! The lovely, large-chested, small-brained swimmer!” Ignoring her question, Celeste hummed her passive-aggressive response with facade of friendliness worn like a mask. Y/N stood silently, not wanting to butt in on any fight, big or small. She clasped her hands together, looking at the floor. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” She continued.

“Yeah yeah, insult me all you want, but I’m not gonna let you take advantage of her anymore!” Hina spat her words out like tiny daggers heading Celeste’s way. She turned to Y/N. “Why do you let her treat you like this?” Her brows furrowed, agitated.

“Um…” Y/N could feel her heart rate pick up under the pressure of the slightest bit of confrontation. “Hi,” she winced, “I’m Y/N… I’m in your home room class, but I don’t think we’ve officially-”

“I know who you are! Why do you keep doing whatever this witch tells you to do?!” Hina cut off the soft-spoken girl, refusing to let her dodge the question.

“Uh… I really don’t mind doing the work, really…” with a nervous smile, Y/N reached one small hand out toward the homework folder in Aoi’s hand. Aoi stepped back, snatching the folder away before throwing it to the ground. “Leave it!” She growled preemptively. She pivoted back to Celestia, hatred in her eyes. “Don’t ask her to do anything more for you! You’re sick! Go back to using Hifumi, at least he deserves it! Come on, Y/N.” She huffed, grabbing Y/N by the sleeve of her uniform and dragging her back toward Sakura.

Aoi convinced Y/N to spend her free period with the pair that day, introducing her to Sakura and assuring her they woud be the best of friends. Unlike a lot of the fake friends she’d been making recently, Aoi assured her that she would be safe with them.

“Just stick with us! We’ll protect you!” She showed her teeth in a wide grin, throwing her arm around Y/N in a playful gesture. “Sakura here is the best friend you’ll ever meet. She’s awesome. I’m super stoked to have you with us. You should come play tennis with us later. The court’s totally open!” Y/N felt overwhelmed with the attention, being more on the shy side and not used to people wanting to do things with her, rather than her doing things for them.

“I’m… not really a huge tennis person but I can certainly try!” she smiled sheepishly. Y/N looked down at the ground of the courtyard they sat in, grateful for simply being around people who truly wanted her there.

“What about basketball? We love getting a small team together.” Aoi chimed.

“Uh… again, not my best skill, but happy to try!”

“Lacrosse?” Y/N shook her head.

“Dodgeball?” Another no.

“Swimming?” Aoi saw the girl’s face light up a bit at that.

“Oh! Actually I love swimming! I’m not the most athletic person but I have a blast in the pool. The cool water on my skin is so refreshing!” Aoi smirked like a fool. She could feel her attraction to Y/N grow stronger and stronger by the second. Sakura saw the moment occur, the recognition of this little connection between them, and smiled silently, amused.

“Awww yeah! I knew I sensed something in you! You are I are gonna get along swimmingly! Get it?” Aoi threw her legs over the side of the bench Y/N was sitting on, moving a bit closer. “I love all sports, but swimming is like my thing, ya know?”

“Yeah, I know it’s your ultimate talent. I looked up all of our class members’ talents, but I’m sorry I didn’t get around to meeting you sooner!” Y/N cooed, her smile so genuine and large that her eyes were nearly pushed closed into little creased lines. She tilted her head innocently, over joyed at the acquisition of a new friend.

“Nah, it’s alright! We can make up for lost time! Awesome! Sakura and I hit the pool several times a week! You should join us!”

“I would love to! You’ll have to teach me the different strokes!” Y/N clasped her hands together, a gesture she often did when forming a connection or making an exchange.

“For sure, and even if Sakura is busy at the dojo, I go alone every day regardless as part of my mandatory training, so it might just be you and me sometimes!” Aoi’s heart thumped at the thought of it. “I bet you look killer in a swimsuit!” She half-joked. Y/N felt her cheeks warm up at that, both flattered and a tad embarrassed at the comment.

“Um…” she twiddled her thumbs in her lap trying to distract herself, unable to make eye contact after the compliment, “well I haven’t worn one in ages, but thank you. I’m sure you look amazing, too. You have the body of a true athlete, if that’s not too much to say!” Aoi beamed at the praise, all too happy to accept it from the girl she also found extremely physically attractive. Sakura cleared her throat, reminding Hina she was still there before she stood.

“Hina, I have English in ten minutes. I’m heading there a bit early. Nice to meet you, Y/N. Feel free to join us anytime,” she bowed her head slightly, throwing her school bag over her shoulder.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Sakura, truly. Thanks! See you soon, I hope!” Y/N waved gracefully as Sakura made her exit.

“Bye, Sakura! Remember, tennis at three!” Hina used this opportunity, now alone with Y/N, to scoot even closer. She placed her bag on the ground to make more room and removed a small container from it. Holding up a little tin of pocky, she offered Y/N some.

“Thank you, Hina. I love pocky!” sincerely grateful, Y/N accepted a few sticks and placed them between her lips.

“No problem! So, I was thinking, you gotta stop letting Celeste treat you that way. I know the whole ally thing is important to you, and that’s admirable to a point, but you can’t let people walk all over you! I’ve heard about you constantly out here helping others without getting anything in return.”

“Well, I don’t really want anything in return. I enjoy helping, honestly.”

“I know, but… don’t hesitate to ask for help when you need it. You can always ask me! I’ll help ya out anytime!”

“I… I appreciate that, Hina.” She didn’t know how else to answer. It felt odd, wrong, out of place to be asking for help in her mind. She didn’t want to burden anyone else. She was hesitant. She wanted to tell Hina: no, I’ll never push my worries onto someone else. Please don’t bring it up again, it makes me uncomfortable, but she didn’t know how this strong-minded, opinionated girl next to her would take that. She wasn’t good at being stern or setting boundaries.

Hina could sense the shift in the mood, like Y/N’s energy had dipped. She perked up doubly to pick up the slack.

“Well hey, you like what you like. I mean, no one’s gonna tell me to stop swimming! Just, don’t overdo yourself! Stress is no good for the heart and mind!” She searched for any improvement in the girl’s mood, scanning her face for a smile. “You know what, I know you aren’t much of an athlete, but I’ll teach you some towel treatment!”

“What’s that? I’ve never heard of it before,” with a little bit of curiosity, Y/N tilted her head innocently. So cute! Hina thought to herself.

“Well you strip down bare early in the morning, let the fresh air smother you, then you take a moist, warm towel and rub your whole body up and down. You get all the muscles, work into ‘em real good. When it hurts a bit, I know it’s working!” Hina was pumped, while Y/N felt herself shrink at the thought of Aoi stripped down bare. “Anyways, it’s great for blood flow and starting your day off right! With all the work you’re doing, you need it! It will help release stress. Don’t worry, I’ll show ya how to do it one day soon!”

The three girls found themselves spending nearly every day together from then on. All three grew closer platonically, sharing memories and also making them. Aoi and Y/N, however, grew closer in a different way. Neither of them could deny their attraction toward one another, though neither would say it directly. Aoi would flirt endlessly, put herself out there, and Y/N would blush, oblivious that the flattery meant that her feelings were returned. Sakura would watch, happy for her friends and eager to support them.

When the killing school life began, when despair took over, their memories were wiped clean. Their captors could erase away all the joy those memories provided, but not that base level of attraction. That was something instinctual, natural. The bond was too strong for these girls to not find their way back to each other once again. Aoi always was one up for a challenge, even an unknown one. She was starting from square one, feeling that original spark enticing her when she looked in Y/N’s eyes for what was - for all she knew - the first time.

DESPAIR - KILLING GAME START

The killing school life was underway. Flustered, scared, and hopeless, the students began to either establish themselves as loners or form groups. Getting to know her classmates all over again, Hina met the plain but kind Makoto Naegi, the selfish but nice when convenient Celeste, the misfit Hifumi and so on. Makoto seemed to be the middle man, the mediator on his own, while people like her and Sakura formed unspoken teams. Toko clung to Byakuya, and that girl Y/N, though scared enough in her own right, comforted their more uneasy classmates, being their impromptu therapist or serving them meals so they didn’t have to leave the perceived safety of their rooms.

The scond time Hina made her feelings known, she was saving Y/N yet again.

Hifumi Yamada, under the guise of needing her assistance (which she was of course all too happy to provide) was creeping on Y/N. He informed her on the world of 2D and the more taboo side of his art. Talking about his more explicit doujinshi and M-rated fanfiction, he was clearly making the girl uncomfortable until Aoi stepped in. The more extroverted girl of course chewed him out, with plenty of how dare you’s and a stern I better not see you bothering her again!

The whole incident felt like déjà vu for both girls as Hina whisked away Y/N like a knight rescuing their princess from the tower. Y/N felt like this was a repeat… had she been Aoi’s damsel in distress before? That couldn’t be the case, after all she just met this girl. Why did it all feel so familiar? They introduce themselves, exchange words, a few details about their talents, before Y/N has the urge to say:

“I really admire your athleticism. I’m not much of an athlete myself. You’re really fit.”

“If you think I’m fit, you should see Sakura!” Aoi replies. “You have to meet her. I’ll introduce you two. I think she’s in her room meditating right now. She had a rough day, or usually we’d be together. We always find something to do. Usually sports-related, but you can still join us!” Y/N knew that already… but how did she know that? It was just a feeling deep inside her heart. “Sakura’s awesome. She’s super loyal and wise, crazy strong. You’ll be best friends in no time.” She knew that, too… the words seemed to echo in her mind.

“I can’t wait to meet her. I’ve seen her around of course since we don’t exactly have that much ground to cover trapped in here, but never really introduced myself.” Probably because Sakura wasn’t asking for your help, making you slave away for her, so you were too busy to meet, Aoi thought, but held her tongue. “We need all the friends we can get in this insane situation,” Y/N replied politely.

“For sure. You should come swimming with us tonight. The pool is pretty sick here, despite everything...”

“I love swimming! I hope the pool is warm, though. I’m always cold, and the AC seems to be blasting in this place.”

“I knew there was something I liked about you! Swimming buddies!” Aoi bounced a bit in her seat. “I’ll see if that Monokuma thing will heat up the pool. Who knows, he hates us. I bet you’ll look killer in your swimsuit though!”

Part 1 END

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