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After reading the bottom of the FE crossover post now I'm thinking about Desmond taking Azura's position of Nohr noble taken captive by hoshido and pushing Azura into more third party territory

From @shadowpack12

Please can we get a fanfic of Desmond in FE: Fates. Please! I’m begging

I cannot write a full fic for this but I can make up ideas. I hope that will be okay :)

The FE: Fates idea that this is talking about is the bottom part of this FE x AC idea I had.

I know you said Nohr royalty but hear me out.

Okay, so in this scenario, we’re going full on isekai’ed Desmond but with an additional caveat. He deages to the same age Corrin is when she was kidnapped. And, in this case, we’ll go further and make him the twin brother of Corrin (up to you whatever gender Corrin is) who Garon was unable to kidnap together with Corrin.

In this one, we can set it up with the idea that Desmond doesn’t remember anything and people around him believe that he has amnesia because of the trauma of seeing their father die and his twin kidnapped while he ran away.

Desmond isn’t sure if this is necessarily true.

It was also possible that he had been reincarnated as this prince who is also called Desmond (although it would probably be more accurate that people around this part call him Desumon… but they sound the same more or less anyway).

Desmond knows he has a missing twin and he is worried, absolutely worried, sure, but, at the same time, he was in a young child’s body with no real information about the world.

So…

He had no choice but to focus on growing up and learning everything he has about this world.

When Desmond turned fourteen, he starts to have dreams of a woman with flowing blue hair and wearing a white dress.

She would always be singing by the lake.

The dream would always stop before she turned around.

Fifteen years since Desmond had woken up in this world…

The dream changed and he finally sees the woman turn around.

And the first thing she ever spoke to him was…

“Please… save everyone.”

Before Desmond could say anything, he wakes up…

To one of servants informing him that his vassal Kaze has returned…

… with his long lost twin.

Unorganized Notes:

Since every royalty needs to have 2 retainers, Kaze will become Desmond’s vassal. In this situation, Kaze will be one of his retainers (sorry, Corrin). His other retainer would be Shura who Desmond took in when he saw guards of Hoshida deny him entry.

Desmond also took in all the other refugees and survivors from Kohga. Mainly because he couldn’t turn a blind eye to them but also… because he knew that their skills as ninjas would help him make his own Brotherhood.

Of course, there’s a bit of a “???” on the timeline considering Kohga was invaded by Mokushu before the Nohr-Hoshido conflict so either we tweak the timeline or we change this with Desmond making contact with Shura and the other survivors a few years afterwards. Either way, his relationship with Shura is more of a partnership where Shura and the other Kohga survivors and refugees are under Desmond’s protection and Desmond promised that he’d help them take back their country.

So Desmond had actually been in the process of making plans to take care of the Mokushu (and Kotaro) while creating his own Brotherhood when Corrin ‘returns’ to Hoshido.

Desmond knows he’s not blood-related to them but he still calls them his siblings. He and Ryoma respect one another but Desmond’s usual “I’ll throw away my honor if it means I can save people” makes him butt heads with Ryoma at times, mostly because Ryoma is worried just how ‘far’ Desmond is willing to go. Saizo is always serious and polite around him and Desmond likes to joke around just to poke at him. Saizo is also very hard on Kaze and always remind him to make sure to protect Desmond. Kagero is usually more reserved but she’s also the one who keeps trying to remind Ryoma to ease up on Desmond because she knows that Ryoma is trying but Desmond tend to misunderstand his words at times.

Hinoka and Desmond are close and Desmond sometimes treats Hinoka the way Ezio treats Claudia. Lots of teasing and light-hearted conversation. Hinoka is the one who always tries to remind Desmond to not take Ryoma’s words too seriously. Azama gives Desmond a headache at times but they’re not in bad terms. Desmond also worries a lot about Setsuna because of how reckless she can be.

Takumi has double the inferiority complex this time around because of Desmond and Ryoma being leagues stronger than him. It’s also annoying for him because Desmond talk to him a lot because Desmond could see Takumi’s inferiority complex a mile away and tries to help. He’s not sure if he’s actually helping and he’s acting the way he wished someone had acted around him with his own inferiority complex (and Desmond has loads of it considering he feels inferior to three Master Assassins and one Grand Master, add in a sprinkling of thinking William Miles is always disappointed at him). Oboro and Hinata both see this and they always love it when Desmond visits Takumi. Oboro is also the one who made the Assassin robes under Desmond’s ‘designs’ which she updated to feel more Hoshido-esque with Desmond’s approval. Hinata likes to spar with Desmond and uses the time they spar to talk about Takumi and how much they’re worrying about him. Desmond suggested they try treating Takumi more as a friend than their ‘boss’ as Desmond think Takumi might be lonely. The two are trying… with varying success.

Sakura loves Desmond and likes to call him ‘big brother’. Sakura actually grew up with Desmond taking care of her a lot of times (because Desmond likes to play hooky). It’s because of Desmond’s influence that she hides a dagger in her clothes and she knows how to use it. Sakura would probably be the most ‘changed’ among the royalties. Her personality is pretty much the same but she’s less shy and there are times when she can perfectly mimic Desmond. It usually means someone really bad is about to die. Hana has a crush on Desmond. Desmond knows it but he sees Hana as a little sister and treats her like, patting her head and such. That only makes Hana’s crush harder and Desmond finally understood how Altaïr felt towards Kadar. Subaki is always polite around Desmond and Desmond tries to make him ease up a lot but it’s taking a lot of time which Desmond is fine with.

(I skipped the other Hoshido characters because Desmond would probably not have met them until the start of the ‘main story’).

Speaking of which…

Corrin chooses Nohr in this situation and the Yato actually splits into two with Corrin receiving one and the other going to Desmond.

Desmond is driven by revenge as well but he also knows that Corrin’s devastation over the death of their mother is real which is why he tries to get more information while staying in Hoshido’s side.

After he meets Corrin once more, he doesn’t dream of the woman with blue hair but…

He receives her pendant at the same time Yato splits into two.

Desmond cannot transform into a dragon and no one knows why.

This one would feel like it’s going for a Conquest and Birthright route at the same time then will pull into the Revelations route after Desmond and Corrin finally talk (both of them trying to minimize the death count).

Once they get to Valla, they’re greeted by a message made of water from the blue haired woman who calls herself Azura. She tells them the truth… She made a deal with a ‘god’ from another world to pull the soul of a newly departed ‘hero’ into their world and to turn back time. That soul was Desmond. She did all of this because the real Corrin chose a path paid with blood (although it’s not clear if she chose Nohr or Hoshido) but the real enemy managed to push the world into a ‘bad ending’ of some sort even after all those sacrifices. In exchange for her ‘spot’, Desmond became Corrin’s twin. The message ends with Azura requesting them to defeat the true enemy of this world and bring true peace.

Azura is alive but she’s somewhere in Valla, only able to leave message to guide Corrin and Desmond that she had prepared beforehand so the two also made it their mission to find Azura as well.

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nowis-scales · 3 years

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Hoshido Royal Family Headcanons

I love the Hoshido royal family. Thus, I think about them a lot. As a result, I thought it might be fun to compile a list of varying headcanons for them! The list consists of eight characters total: Sumeragi, Ikona, Mikoto, Ryoma, Hinoka, Corrin, Takumi, and Sakura. I’ll admit I was tempted to throw Kiragi and Shiro in there, but the post was getting really long... So you’ll see some headcanons about them another day. Same thing for Azura — I want to do some for her with the Nohr siblings! For now, though, I hope you will enjoy the list I have compiled!

Oh! And real quick: trigger warning for implied/referenced suicide, under the final bullet point for the 2nd character. Please refrain from subjecting yourself to anything that might hurt you, and stay safe!

Sumeragi:

‣ Despite having trained and worked to be king since childhood, Sumeragi could never say that he really liked the position much. He certainly didn’t mind it, but... Sometimes he wondered if he was born into the wrong family. There were several occasions throughout his youth where he would sneak out to do normal kid/teenager stuff. This often got him into some very hot water with his parents, who didn’t understand his desperation for normalcy.

‣ He loved to show off. As a child and as an adult. He loved to show off most while fighting, particularly if he was fighting in front of women (Ikona and Mikoto, while they didn’t get along all that well, could both laugh at the theatrics he did for them). Once he started his family, though, that was his new favourite thing to show off. Every time he had a new baby, he would bring it to Shirasagi Castle Town the first chance he got. He liked to make sure that everybody could see and appreciate the new princes and princesses. This created a bit of a trend in the town where the royal children get doted on whenever they come visit.

‣ He was fond of the sword even as a child. There were definitely options presented for other weapons, but one look at Raijinto and he... did not want to use anything but the sword. It was very much a “gimme” situation. He actually got to know Ikona due to the fact that she came from a samurai family, and her background with the sword interested him.

‣ His favourite thing to eat when he was alive was unagi. He didn’t really care how it was prepared; he just always found it delicious. Ikona, Mikoto, and most of his children did not share his passion for the dish... except for Hinoka. He used to joke that that’s how they knew for sure that she was his daughter.

‣ His ‘type’ as a young man were sweet, sort of ditzy girls. Though he was betrothed to Ikona from a young age, that didn’t stop him from trying to have some... fun while growing up. Prior to their marriage, he and Fuga used to visit the Red Light District in an attempt to pick up women. It usually didn’t go too well for them, as Sumeragi tended to pick fights with sleazy brothel owners, but there were a few who admired his bravado.

‣ Totally terrible with numbers. Seriously. He was a counts-on-his-fingers kind of person. The worst part is that he pretended to be good with them, even though everyone could tell that he had no goddamn idea what he was doing. His parents tried to get him mathematics tutors when he was still young, but even they thought that he might just be a lost cause. It was such a relief for him when he interviewed Yukimura for his position and found out that the man was at least decent with numbers. Such a huge weight off his shoulders, that was.

‣ Part of what made him such a beloved king came from the fact that he was a people person. Super sociable, good-humored, and genuinely loved being with others. Plus, he also happened to be more of an extrovert, so he felt as if he gained energy from being around others. Being around him was just a win-win situation for everybody. He made you feel good in his company, and you felt good in his company.

‣ Sumeragi wanted lots of kids from the get-go. He himself grew up in a large family (three older sisters, two younger brothers), and wanted to have a similar experience of bonding between his own children that he had with his siblings. Unfortunately, as he grew up, his relationships with most of his own siblings were sullied — charming disputes over the crown being the cause. Still, he kept in good contact with his youngest sister Kazuno, and his eldest younger brother Hiromitsu.

‣ He was actually a huge softie. A lot of people thought that he might be somewhat stern, but it was more of a mask than anything. He was actually pretty sensitive and cried a lot. He cried every time one of his children was born, as well as the first time Corrin called him “Papa”. He cried when he married Mikoto, too. He even cried after Ikona passed, in spite of their troubles. And for the very brief time that he was left alive, able only to hear the sounds of Corrin screaming for Ryoma and Ryoma begging him to get up, he cried then too. Not that anybody could really notice it.

Ikona:

‣ Absolutely did not want to be apart of the royal family. She’d been betrothed to Sumeragi from a young age, but tried and failed repeatedly to weasel out of the marriage. Her dream growing up was to be some sort of court musician rather than a queen. She had no mind for politics, but she loved to play the koto. Though she never did get to pursue her dream, she did choose to play the koto into adulthood. She tried to teach Hinoka, and was disappointed to find that she didn’t care for it. If she knew that Sakura plays, she’d have been over the moon.

‣ Being apart of the monarchy changed Ikona as a person. Though she must have seemed that way as the queen, she was not a harsh woman. If anything, she was a bit like Takumi. Kind enough, but altogether had a tendency to hold a grudge. She was also a bit like Ryoma in the sense that she knew how to manipulate people to get what she wanted. She didn’t care to do it, but sometimes, that was what it took to stay afloat in a court she hated.

‣ A hopeless romantic. Loved to read romance novels, even wrote a few as young girl (although she would tell you herself that they were not very good). Her favourite trope in writing was childhood friends to lovers, on account of her being in love with her own childhood best friend... A young man named Takumi Kawagishi, whom everyone tended to refer to as “Gishi”. She wrote letters to him all of her life. He reciprocated her affection, but could never be with her on account of her marriage to Sumeragi. There was... even a brief period where Sumeragi thought that Takumi could have been Gishi’s son, rather than his.

‣ She resented Sumeragi for trapping her in an unwanted marriage. As much as he tried to have a relationship with her and make her love him, she refused to budge. Their relationship did not improve until Ryoma was born, and even that took Ikona briefly considering suffocating her newborn babe just to get back at Sumeragi. Thankfully for the kingdom and baby Ryoma, she realized how much she actually cared for him and how wrong it would be to hurt him just to hurt her husband. From then on, she vowed to love him... which in turn facilitated things with Sumeragi, for they finally had something to agree on. They both loved their son very much.

‣ She hated the way she looked in colours like yellow and orange. She had red hair like Hinoka, and thought the colours looked atrocious when paired with it. Sometimes, she even felt pink was pushing it. As a result, she liked to ask for cool coloured kimonos. She particularly liked the way she looked in sky blue. It was the colour that she felt prettiest in.

‣ Ikona had a harsh opinion of the Nohrians. Her father had been involved in the Hoshidan military for years before finally retiring, and had lost a brother to the Nohrian army. Thus, she didn’t trust them very much and thought them warmongers like most Hoshidans did. Interestingly, the reasoning behind her eventual marriage to Sumeragi was for them to gain his family’s favour again. Her own elder brother, Taiga, sold out the Hoshidans to the Nohrians about important military plans. He was tossed out of the country, and the Asano family scrambled to make amends by offering Ikona up as a bride for Sumeragi. Ikona had been under the impression that not much would become of it, but was surprised to learn that of his suitors, she was the one he wanted.

‣ In spite of technically being a noblewoman, she did not need much to be satisfied. She wasn’t so fascinated by the idea of being rich. In fact, back when she lived with her own family, she loved to spend time with the servants. They taught her how to cook, clean and sew. They would even sometimes gather around to listen to little koto concerts, and make requests. She missed them greatly after going to Castle Shirasagi, and struggled to connect in the same way with the staff there.

‣ Came from a samurai family, but was not a samurai. If she had it her way on the battlefield, she’d probably have been a shrine maiden. She much preferred healing people to actually getting into fights. If she had to, though, she would probably go for onmyoji. She probably had a preference for the rabbit and the snake spirits.

‣ Very good at remembering people’s names. Nobles, commoners, and servants alike were often baffled by how well she remembered people’s names. If she didn’t remember your name, she was most definitely insulting you. If she knew your name one day, and then forgot it the next... then something you did pissed her off, and you needed to figure out what the hell it was before things got worse.

‣ Ikona’s death occurred by non-natural causes. After Mikoto’s arrival, she felt increasingly isolated from the rest of her family. She was already struggling with post-partum depression after the birth of Sakura, and ended up fighting with Sumeragi a lot as a result. Ultimately, though, Ryoma and Hinoka are the ones who blame themselves for her death. The two had caught her during an argument with their father in which she claimed that she had never wanted them in the first place, and that it was he who pushed her into it. She knew she had grown to love them, but hearing such horrible words from their mother broke their hearts. When she tried to apologize to them for what she said, they refused. The two were horrified upon her death, and needed extensive comfort and caretaking afterwards. It was a horribly dark period in their lives. They both still feel guilty even as adults, but will not talk to anyone about it. Not even each other.

Mikoto:

‣ She was very good at appearing all calm and serene and stuff, but she... was not. She never was. Perhaps when she was young, maybe, but not in Hoshido. Raising Sumeragi’s children was the most rewarding and yet most stressful things she’d ever done in her life. She found herself constantly at odds with Ryoma as a teenager, and then fretted about his tendency to overwork himself as an adult. Hinoka spent most of their time together adamant about getting under her skin however she could, because she had coped with the loss of Ikona so poorly. She found Takumi to be sweet, but incredibly brittle, and like Ryoma, she worried about him a lot. They spent a lot of time together trying to work on his self-esteem issues. As for Sakura, well, she was not much of a headache, but someone so sweet...? Mikoto felt determined to protect her from the big, harsh world.

‣ If any of her outfits had pockets in them, you bet your butt she found a way to sneak sweets in there. Even if she didn’t have any, she would find somewhere to hide them. Her sweet tooth was uncontrollable and she tried to manage it at every single turn. Thankfully, this also meant that if anyone was ever sad, she always had a sweet to offer to make them feel better. (Saizo the Fourth, were he still alive, would tell anyone of how she kept offering him sweets after particularly rough missions.)

‣ Not much of a drinker. For a long time, people would offer her drinks, but she would usually only drink them to be polite. There is nobody, apart from her sister and Yukimura, who have ever seen her drunk. Even then, they’re not entirely sure if it was real or if they hallucinated it. She’s a bit of a loud drunk, but very affectionate and wise. If you ever want life lessons without judgement, ask drunk Mikoto.

‣ Birds were her favourite animal. I’m not talking like kinshi birds (although she did think that they are gorgeously majestic, and begged Reina for a few rides on hers), but your typical cute chirpy ones. She used to have one as a pet when she was a teenager that she’d nursed back to health; it was a little finch. It died just as tensions began to grow. The finch’s name was Yue.

‣ Could not stand being talked over. That definitely turned some heads when she first started working as queen in Hoshido. Many of her male advisors did not take kindly to her interrupting the sentence they’d just started after they interrupted her, especially because it was just to tell them that she wasn’t finished. The bonus was that while Yukimura and Ryoma both did it initially, they eventually got to the point where they would cut people off, saying: “Excuse me, but Queen Mikoto had not finished speaking.”

‣ Liked spiders. She was actually never the type of person to kill them, but tried to make sure they got put outside safely. Most of the time, people were rather respectful of her intent to try and protect life where she could. The only person who couldn’t understand it was actually Yukimura, who would let her, but felt god awful and shivered as he watched her take it onto her hand. She’d sheepishly admit that she did used to antagonize him with them a bit.

‣ Missed her parents deeply. They both died long before the events of the main story, but not a day went by that she didn’t miss them. It was even harder having to live in Hoshido and never speak of them, but she would write little letters to them telling them about the events of her life. She would do the same for Corrin while she was gone. Really, though, it stung her heart to see her step-children to be living without their own parents. She sympathized with how they felt, and more than anything tried to be a good mother figure to them for that reason.

‣ Her love language was quality time. If you wanted Mikoto to know that you loved her, the best bet would be trying to spend quality time together. It could be tricky sometimes as she was very caught up with running the country, but she and her family managed. Sometimes she would even manage to have full-on conversations with them while working that made her feel like her day would be just a bit better.

‣ Hummed to herself. If she was walking around or doing anything in the day absent-mindedly, she’d usually start humming a little tune. The problem with it is that she annoyed herself with it. She didn’t like that she did it, and thus slowly grew aggravated with herself for sitting there and humming all the time. She did this since even in childhood, and her sister found it to be absolutely hilarious. Mikoto herself didn’t find it funny at all.

‣ A total busy bee, but not for any cute reasons. She often piled herself with work, sometimes just busy work, for the sake of getting her mind off of her dead and missing family. If she let herself think about them for too long, she would slip into a dark mood. It would often leave her unable to do much for days on end, where Yukimura and Ryoma would end up shouldering most of the burden. Sometimes, she wouldn’t even be able to get to sleep. She was just that distraught.

Ryoma:

‣ A scream-sneezer. For some reason feels the need to yell at some god forsaken volume as he’s sneezing. He makes Sakura jump every time. He’s definitely tried to make his sneeze a lot smaller and more princely, but that just usually ends in him managing to blow snot everywhere. As he deems this significantly worse than scaring everyone in the room, he’s decided that perhaps he’ll just have to stick with his frightening sneeze.

‣ Hates his long hair. Hates it. Secretly prays throughout Revelation’s whole campaign that someone will try to mess with him in a fit of xenophobia and just chop it short while he’s sleeping or something. He’s expected to keep it long for reasons have to do with both religion and being of royal blood, but he doesn’t want to. (He lets Shiro keep his hair short even after revealing him as the next crown prince for this reason — he is 100% living vicariously through his son.)

‣ If he weren’t a prince, he’d make for a pretty good writer. He grew up writing bedtime stories for his younger siblings, so he has a bit of practice. As an adult, though, he mostly writes for himself. Little tales of missions and adventures he’s been on, to keep them as memories. It’s why he’s so skilled at putting thoughts to paper when it comes to his wife.

‣ Ryoma is incredibly dense about romance. He can only tell his own feelings for other people; he doesn’t seem to register when other people are pining for each other or when someone likes him. He was surprised when he was young to learn that his father was harboring a crush on Mikoto. He was even more surprised when Saizo and Kagero kissed in front of him for the first time when they were dating, because what do you mean you’ve been obvious?! I haven’t noticed a thing!!

‣ Actively skirted around royal duties as heir by having a nervous breakdown. Technically, he was supposed to take over from Mikoto a long time ago. However, after his genpuku ceremony at age fourteen, he had a huge breakdown over becoming ruler. The advisors were so concerned that they had to postpone it until Ryoma felt he was ready, and as the story tells us... that wasn’t for a long time. He also managed to get out of political marriage and heir-conceiving due to everyone worrying he’d freak out again. He’s both embarrassed that it happened, and extremely grateful that things turned out the way they did.

‣ He doesn’t really show it so obviously due to his own struggle to express himself and let his guard down, but he really likes to nurture others and see them become the best versions of themselves. That’s why he took to Azura so quickly — he wanted to do anything he could to make her happy and feel as if she had a full life.

‣ Grinds his teeth. It appears to be mostly in response to frustrations, but others have noticed him doing it in times of anxiety. It’s sort of grating to listen to him do. Orochi likes to joke that all of that jaw clenching and grinding is why he has such a strong jawline. He... doesn’t really find that joke funny.

‣ While he is not so great with kids over the age of like... ten, he’s so good with babies. He has no idea why and neither does anybody else, but babies just adore him. If you hand him one, they will probably snuggle right up against his chest and fall asleep. Either that, or he’ll find some sort of way to make them laugh. Listen. We just don’t question the logistics of Ryoma’s effect on babies. They just love him, okay?

‣ Treats Raijinto almost as a comfort object. He forced himself to give up his own comfort objects when Sumeragi died (deciding that he needed to be more mature with his father gone), and thus ended up becoming very protective of Raijinto when it became his own. Generally doesn’t like other people touching it, and prefers to keep it at his side most of the time.

‣ Constantly has chapped skin in the wintertime. He’s too busy to ever really think about monitoring it himself, so it often results in Sakura taking him aside to slather him in all of her balms to make sure that he’s not itchy or in pain. Otherwise, the skin will usually end up cracking, and his chapped hands will get blood on important documents. It certainly sends a message, but not always the one the royals are hoping for.

‣ He actually has a bad leg from an injury he sustained that day in Cheve. It doesn’t affect him all that much physically, but it’s definitely noticeable if he’s worked it too hard. Some think that one of the arrows meant for Sumeragi missed and lodged itself in his leg. Others speculate that he tried to defend Corrin against Garon, and was fired upon to ensure that he wouldn’t try to interfere with the kidnapping. Nobody, not even Mikoto or his siblings, knows for sure how it happened. Just that he came home injured, and spent a decent amount of time trying to overcome and recover from that injury. If you ask him what happened, he won’t tell you.

Hinoka:

‣ Secretly, she’s a big old snuggle bug. Loves to cuddle. Family, friends, lovers, it doesn’t matter. Hinoka enjoys a good snuggle more than anything. Her primary snuggle buddy is Sakura, but when she was really little, she tended to curl up with her mother the most.

‣ Her pegasus’s name is Bashira. As expected of a pegasus rider, Hinoka is incredibly fond of her, often referring to her as her “best friend” and talking about her as if she were a person. Sometimes, she’ll even dress her up for holidays or special events.

‣ Even as a child, Hinoka was always pretty athletic. She loved to race and wrestle and all of that. Of course, she was still very much a crybaby. Sometimes she would cry crocodile tears if she was bested, but most of the time she would cry if she’d been bonked a little too hard or jerked around too quickly. These interactions tended to distract people from the fact that the little princess was even engaging in rough-and-tumble games at all.

‣ She likes to take walks alone in the forest sometimes to be alone with her thoughts. She finds she can get really get caught up in the rhythm of training and working to do her duties, and that she doesn’t think so much for herself. So she tries to take the time alone every once in awhile to ponder on life. It’s comforting to watch the world around her move.

‣ Very prone to nosebleeds. Nobody’s really sure why. She’s bitter about it because it doesn’t really happen much to her siblings. What’s worse is that it tends to ruin her white clothes! She doesn’t usually feel it coming until her nose starts dripping. Often has tissues with her when she goes on missions to help clean herself up.

‣ When Hinoka hits, she hits hard. She once slapped Ryoma so hard he had a hand-shaped welt on his face for two days. He was so impressed he couldn’t hold it against her. He also learned not to torment her after that, as did many others who thought it would be funny to antagonize the red-headed princess. The comments about her being an unfit warrior mysteriously tapered off...

‣ Due to all of her missions, she has a lot of scars. On the surface she tries to act as if she’s not self-conscious over them, but in truth, she feels a little awkward about them. Especially since so many men in Hoshido preach Saizo’s narrative, in which women must remain “delicate”. She worries what people might think of her as a princess who has so many markings. Often, she tries balms and creams to try and fade them.

‣ Can curl her tongue. None of her other siblings can do it. She lords it over them like some sort of mysterious power. She’s so damn cocky about it that she almost always curls her tongue when she sticks it out at them, just to piss them off. It always works.

‣ Allergic to fish eggs/roe. Or perhaps it’s not allergic so much as intolerant. Usually ends up with a migraine and an upset stomach, but refuses to eat them at all costs. Sometimes will claim that she is deathly allergic to them just to make sure she doesn’t have to eat them.

‣ Worries that after the war/after Corrin comes home that she won’t know who she is anymore. She’s dedicated her whole life to being a soldier and fighting that she doesn’t know what she’ll do with herself when that is no longer necessary. Sometimes, she even worries that maybe she’s really only half a person. Usually, when she gets into one of these moods, there is very little anyone can do to talk her out of it. They simply have to wait and trust that Hinoka will find her own way to realize that even without being a soldier, she can still be human.

Corrin:

‣ The most ticklish of all of her siblings. Not that she wants you to know that. When she was little, Sumeragi would tickle her sides until she squealed. It sometimes resulted in her kneeing him in the groin by accident as she tried to get away. He tried not to mind terribly.

‣ Likes rainy days. Since she could never go outside much at all, she loved to sit in the fortress and watch the rain fall. Rainy days were most definitely days with no training; she would curl up with a good book and some cookies to enjoy herself. Now that she can get out, though, she loves to dance in the rain. Sometimes she’ll even drag the other members of the army out to prance around with her. She’s so good-spirited that pretty much everyone obliges.

‣ Has a mole just like Mikoto’s! Well, maybe not exactly... It’s not on her face. It’s actually on her back of all places, towards her left shoulder blade. Naturally, it’s covered up most of the time. When she was little and visible, though, Camilla used to kiss it to make her giggle. If you do it now, she still does.

‣ Has a bizarre amount of hobbies. All of that time spent in the fortress gave her lots of time to try and practice different things, so she’s full of activities. Her favourites were playing the piano, painting, reading, and embroidery. Should anyone want to learn any of these things, she’s always happy to lend a hand.

‣ Constantly fighting with her hair. It’s super fluffy and requires a lot of attention. If she could recall her childhood, she would find a myriad of memories of squawking as Mikoto tried to brush her hair. It’s very prone to tangles, and thus her mother would braid it before she went to sleep. It’s a habit she ended up continuing into adulthood, having Felicia braid it for her.

‣ Full of restless energy. It both is and isn’t Fortress life talking. When she was a little girl, she spent a lot of time zooming around the castle and its grounds, keeping her nurse maids from having much of a break. She was especially fond of impromptu games of hide and seek, as well as tag. It’s... a bit of a game she keeps into adulthood, too. Most people find her energy so cute that they can’t help but play with her, knowing she’ll get back to work as soon as it’s done.

‣ Struggles to sit in a proper position in a chair for more than half an hour. She’ll usually end up contorting her body in some strange way. This occurs so, so often in war meetings. The others have tried to tell her that it’s inappropriate for an event like that, but they can only ever get her back into a proper position for more than fifteen minutes before she’s back to sitting all funny. Her Nohrian siblings have completely given up, but the Hoshidan siblings try to politely remind her on how to sit (despite knowing it’s a fruitless endeavour.)

‣ Heavy sleeper. Like a rock. Why do you think Flora and Felicia have to wake her up with their ice powers every morning? Without them there, a bucket of cold water would struggle to wake this girl from her rest. What’s worse is that she also likes to nap, but if you need her for something... well, bring one of the maids with you. Otherwise, you’re going to have to beat her with a pillow to get her to wake up. And even then, there’s no promise. Sometimes, people can’t wake Corrin and they honestly think she’s dead.

‣ Sings in the bath. Both made-up songs and ones she’s heard before. One she’s been singing since childhood is something she named “The Bubble Song”, that consists mostly of the lyrics “Bubbly bubble bath, bubble bubble, gonna brew up some... bubble trouble”. Hilariously, this song has caught on with anyone she bathed with as a child. Ryoma used to sing it to Takumi and Sakura when he’d help them bathe as kids. Silas has been known to sing it when bathing as well, but as a grown adult.

‣ Agonizes over losing her memory. She hates herself for having lost it, and has had a few breakdowns from trying to force herself to remember. If she gets especially angry about it, she’ll sit there angrily pounding her fists against her head and screaming at herself to figure things out. She knows it causes others to think that’s she unstable, but she gets so angry about it sometimes that she doesn’t have it within herself to care. She just... wants to remember her life.

Takumi:

‣ In spite of his humiliation at Ryoma’s hands years back, Takumi does like to use a sword sometimes. Not usually for battle, only really in training, but he likes the feeling of a blade. He just finds he prefers a bow overall, though.

‣ One of those people who is just always hot. He totally holds his heat, and often complains throughout the summer months about how hot it is. Alternatively, though, he’s pretty comfortable in the winter. His siblings sometimes even use him as a human heater when they get cold.

‣ If not in the company of his family, Takumi likes to curse a lot. He knows it’s not princely behaviour, but he doesn’t care. He mostly does it in the company of Hinata and Oboro, but every once in awhile he’ll let one slip around his siblings. If it’s going to be any of them, though, it’s going to be around Hinoka or Corrin. Rarely ever Azura or Ryoma, and absolutely never around Sakura.

‣ Takumi actually kind of enjoys being sick. He definitely doesn’t like being rendered incapable of doing basic things, or feeling like trash, but... he does kind of like to be fussed over. There’s something nice about being the center of his family’s attention for once.

‣ He is not aware of this, but he was named after Ikona’s lover prior to her marriage to Sumeragi. Given that she could not be with him but was still attached, Ikona gave him his name. Only Ikona and Sumeragi know where his name really came from, and Sumeragi was less than pleased to find out later.

‣ Likes to pretend that he can handle spicy food. He cannot. You could dare this boy to eat a spoonful of wasabi, and he would do it, but the end result wouldn’t be pretty. His whole face turns bright red, and there are tears streaming from his eyes, and he holds his mouth like he’s sucking on a lemon. Even with that whole production, though, you can never get him to admit defeat. The spice doesn’t defeat Takumi. Takumi defeats the spice.

‣ Do not begin a sentence when speaking to him with “no offence”. He always takes offence. Always. He doesn’t know why people start conversations like that because it’s almost always something rude and uncalled for. It’s one of his biggest pet peeves, and it would just be better for both of you if you didn’t say stuff like that.

‣ Has very good hygiene and always smells nice. He tries to bathe every night, and washes his hair every other day with that schedule in mind. If one had to try and categorize Takumi’s scent, it would probably be a mix between morning dew and oranges. There were many women in Hoshido who used to swoon over him based on the way he smelled alone.

‣ Like a true December baby, Takumi loves the snow. When he was little he’d beg his nursemaids to go outside for some time to play in it. Even as he grew older, he’d wrestle his siblings and friends out of their plans for the day to go spend some time outside in the cold. There were many snowball fights, as well as a whole bunch of wrestling. By the end of their outside time, they would usually end up piled on top of one another in a big dog pile. If you get him vulnerable enough, he might even confess that he loves the snow because it gives him more family time. His siblings, retainers, and other friends are all busy people, and he wants to spend as much time with them as he can.

‣ His nightmares almost always revolve around losing someone important to him. In spite of not remembering Sumeragi and Ikona well, he finds himself dreaming of them regularly. Mikoto is also someone he dreams of a lot, usually of her death and his inability to do anything to save her. If the dream is really bad, he’ll dream of losing people who are still alive — Garon slicing Ryoma’s throat, Nohrian archers shooting Hinoka down from the sky, a commander snapping Sakura’s neck like it’s nothing. He often wakes up screaming and scares the others awake, and needs all kinds of comfort to even think about falling asleep again.

Sakura:

‣ Sakura is the member of the family who gives illnesses to everyone else. She’s the carrier. She will have a slight sniffle for two days, and then be fine — because she passed it onto the rest of the family, who will have a huge cold for two weeks. She’s always very sorry about it, and brings them warm soup every time it happens.

‣ Has the softest skin known to man. Nobody knows why this girl just has like... baby soft skin, but she’s always been like that. Holding her hand is an excellent experience because of it. Once she starts using a bow, she’s a little disappointed that she starts developing callouses on her hands, as they ruin the softness.

‣ Sweets thief! Well, not so much now that she’s older, but when she was little it was a huge thing. She used to sneak sweets from the kitchen a lot. If she were asked to count on her fingers how many times Mikoto caught her with sticky hands and a sugary face, she probably couldn’t. She’s a bit embarrassed by the memories, but everyone else finds it charmingly cute.

‣ She has dimples! For the most part she’s pretty shy about them, but everyone else thinks they’re really cute. Her siblings sometimes go out of their way to make her smile just so they can see them. Sumeragi loved them the most.

‣ Believe it or not, she has a favourite proverb! It’s “Even monkeys fall from trees”, which is basically just another way of saying that anyone can make a mistake. Given that Sakura is such a compassionate person, it comes as no surprise to everyone that this is her favourite. She wants to give people a fair chance, and doesn’t want to hold their mistakes against them (assuming that they genuinely are mistakes).

‣ Thrives off of other people’s happiness. She loves to people watch in Shirasagi Castle Town to see if she can spot anyone who is out having a good time. Little kids getting a treat for good behaviour are definitely one of her favourite types of happiness to spot, but she also loves seeing shy young couples on first dates. Getting to see her country’s people so happy gives her the spirit she needs to keep doing her healing work.

‣ Has really strong nails, for some reason? Nobody’s exactly sure why her nails are so deathly strong, but she needs help trimming them. Mikoto would usually help her manage that, but sometimes she’d get Takumi’s help if Mikoto was busy.

‣ You probably could not get her to admit it, but she likes the smell of freshly blown-out candles. She doesn’t quite like the scent of fire, but she sort of enjoys the smokiness that comes from a flame that has just been put out. For some reason finds her love of the scent embarrassing.

‣ Still a bit scared of the dark, even at her age. Her childhood fear of the Nohrians coming back for her led her to fear them wandering around in the dark, and thus she finds it unsettling. Depending on the hour at which she has to go the bathroom at night, she’ll ask Ryoma to escort her (if it’s earlier, as he’s usually awake anyway) or prod a sibling into wakefulness to take her (if it’s later).

‣ Tends to rehearse the things she says before she says them. Especially in war meanings, but also sometimes in regular conversation. She’s very concerned about saying the wrong thing and making a bad impression, so she feels like the constant rehearsal is the only way to ensure that she’s not going to cause any kind of trouble.

‣ So soft-hearted that she cries for her own family without them knowing. At night when trying to sleep, she can often think herself into horrible moods about her family’s pain. She can lay there for hours sobbing quietly to herself over the various ways that they’re hurting, even if they don’t want to acknowledge it themselves. She cries for Ryoma, who agonizes over being good enough for everyone. She cries for Hinoka, who has been a soldier all her life and may never get to fully experience that sense of normalcy. She cries for Takumi, who just wants to be noticed for once and feel like he is actually genuinely loved. She cries for Azura, who has been taken from home to home to home in a vain effort to fight other people’s battles. She cries for Mikoto who lost her child, for Corrin who lost her family, for Sumeragi and Ikona who lost their lives... Sakura cries for everyone.

#feel free to block if I’m bothering you in the fe tag #fire emblem fates #hoshido #fe 14 #fe ryoma #fe Hinoka #fe takumi #fe sakura #fire emblem #suicide tw #tw suicide #fe headcanons #queen ikona #king Sumeragi #queen Mikoto #fe corrin

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dangan-meme-palace · 4 years

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PokeV3 AU – Boys!

Rantaro

Flying Type

His theme is loosely based on travel.

He got delibird because he canonly likes to bring back souvenirs. Mantyke was his first pokemon and hes been using it to travel around on the water. The rest he got just by traveling to different parts of the world.

Rantaro is a traveler for sure, but when he finally settles down I imagine he would become a pokemon breeder and he studies for that while traveling.

His family is different than canon so heres some info on them too:

His dad is like a green haired Saxton Hale. Used to adventure a lot but then settled and became a business man, and a surprisingly good one at that. He owns the poke center chain and a certain mansion where he let's people visit and battle the staff for fun. Absolutely loves the fact that his son is adventurous like he was and will pay for whatever he needs. Not worried about Rantaro because he turned out all right, so why wouldn't his son? Adventure runs in his veins haha! He's just a happy go lucky guy that really loves his kids and supports them.

His mom is VERY worried about Rantaro in stark contrast to her husband, and gets mad that her husband is so carefree about their own child. She waits impatiently for the day Rantaro finally settles down so she doesn't have to worry anymore. Very doting and cute!

His sisters arent lost, they're the poke center nurses!

Ryoma

Fighting Type

His theme is competition and teamwork!

Ryoma used to be one of the youngest people in the elite four until his pokemon got stolen by the antagonist team. He barely made it out alive, but lost his pokemon and hasn't been the same since.

Would only adventure if someone gave him hope that he could find them again. The adventure ends when he finds them all because he'll want to go back home and settle down now that he's finally got them back.

He wouldn't necessarily get back into the elite four after finding them because he's just not as enthusiastic as he used to be about fighting, but he would probably become someone that gives advice to young trainers around his town.

He used to be super famous when he was in the elite four, and everyone knew him for his competitive spirit and his good sportsmanship. Lots of people still remember him and wonder what happened to make him quit so suddenly.

While he's still missing his pokemon he would hate it when people would be like "omg weren't you in the elite four?!?!" but when he gets them back he just kinda cracks half a smile and chuckles, not really answering but also not saying no.

Korekiyo

Ghost Type

His theme is ancient culture to absolutely no one's surprise.

Frosslass was given to him by his sister. He found golett, yamask, and duskull in different archeological digs that he visited. Banette and misdreavus just took a liking to him, so they joined up with him. He's surprisingly really good with ghosts types? They just like him for some reason...

Korekiyo is an anthropologist like in canon.

His sister is alive but she's really frail after her health took a dramatic turn and has to stay home instead of exploring like she used to. She was super into ice type pokemon, but cant go catch them because her body can't handle the weather anymore.

Kork wants to show his sister the world she cant go out and see anymore and so he travels and brings back souvenirs and pictures for her. She's a little sad she can't go with him, but tries to keep her spirits up despite not being able to fulfill her dream and supports her little brother's dream instead. She's still getting used to the thought of not being able to adventure like she used to.

She was a kinda famous ice type trainer that was about to make it big before her health started failing.

Her health problem is hereditary and her mother died from it when Korekiyo was born because her body couldnt handle the illness and giving birth to Korekiyo at the same time. She won't die as long as she's careful, which includes not going into cold areas and not engaging in strenuous activity. Only the girls in the family get it, and no one really knows what it is.

They dont know where their dad went, but he left after their mother died because he couldn't stand the grief.

Gonta

Bug Type

Fun bug fact: he somehow managed to accidentally catch all the bug types people that freak people out (spider, centipede, wasp/bee hybrid, bugs with pinschers, the parasite one, etc). People have run away from battles with him before and he feels bad about it but cant figure out why they ran.

Gonta doesn't really battle so much as he goes looking for new bug type pokemon. Really enthusiastic about bug types and helps his professor by giving him all the field notes he writes.

Oddly doesn't seem to have any parents? The professor has basically adopted him at this point and they don't talk about it.

Kaito

Dragon Type

His theme is any pokemon he thinks is cool.

Kaito wants to be the champion and if he calls someone his sidekick it means he wants to have them be in his elite four.

He has a penchant for doing things he thinks other people would find cool. Probably has a fucking cape and sunglasses. Wants what Leon has so fucking badly but ends up looking like an egomaniac and a try hard on accident. Totally lies about his adventures to try and look cooler to people, but little does he know that no one ever believes him.

Hasn't actually traveled much despite what he may tell you, but you could get him to tag along as long as there are no ghost types involved. He's scared of them.

Hates cold weather.

Kokichi

Ghost Type

His theme was childish looking pokemon, but then they evolved so it's mischievous pokemon with cool and spooky lore

If the dex entry mentions anything about children, odds are he's caught it already. He's a magnet to those types of ghost pokemon for some reason.

The way he caught his drifloon was cuz it thought he was a little kid and tried to steal him lmao

Kokichi "haunts" (read: terrorizes the townsfolk of) whatever place he's at until he gets bored, then he goes to a new place and starts again. He's another one that oddly doesn't seem to have parents.

He gets excited by adventure and challenges, but I dont think he would leave his country unless he had people he really cares about ask him to go with them, and he'd only go because he doesn't want them to leave him. He'd eventually come around to the idea of traveling and really enjoy it, you just have to give him some time to adjust.

Kokichi in this AU gets really attached to places/things/people that leave an impression on him and doesn't wanna let them go kinda like how ghosts possess places and things and dont want to leave until they get exorcised or find closure. Luckily for Kokichi he "definitely doesn't" let himself get attached to things anymore. I wonder why...?

His tragic backstory is that he's always had an affinity to ghost types and that freaked everyone out so they basically cast him out when he was younger and he's lowkey traumatized by it. Was kinda raised by ghost types in an abandoned, haunted mansion after that because they liked him a lot. Raised in that place but eventually forced to leave because it was so decrepit that it finally collapsed.

Once he meets someone he likes who actually likes him too, he sticks to them like glue and doesn't let go. So much for not getting attached.

Scared of bug types.

Likes Falinks and Pawniard even though they're not ghost types.

Kiibo

Electric/Steel Types

Kiibo is human in this AU. He's a technology enthusiast and a huge fan of Miu's work.

Knows a lot about pokemon like Shuichi and would absolutely geek out with him, but his interest is mostly directed towards steel and electric pokemon rather than all of them, unlike Shuichi's interest in ALL pokemon.

Heir to his father's tech company and that's how he met Miu; she works for his dad. They're really good friends and have been for years.

Magearna has been passed down through his family.

Shuichi

Psychic Type

Shuichi is a pokemon fanatic and is probably in a pokemon fan club.

Studies all day about everything from type matchups to berries but gets overwhelmed and forgets everything he's learned until he really gets into the battle.

Not bad at battling when he's not overwhelmed.

He's good to have around because he's basically a walking wiki page.

He has a knack for finding pokemon and his life goal is probably to try and discover new species or types of pokemon.

His uncle is a detective and he still lives with him like in canon. He's tracks down lost pokemon more than anything though because those are the only cases he really enjoys working on. I imagine he would be like a lost pet/pokemon detective when he's older because that's his specialty.

Solved a big case involving the antagonist team when he was younger and wears a hat to hide his face so they don't recognize him and try to get revenge. Really, really hopes that it will eventually blow over.

He would be nervous about traveling very far, but looking on the bright side of things he gets a change in pace, some new experiences, a chance to avoid the antagonist team, and new friends. He would accept for those reasons, but he would only go with someone he trusts.

#PokeV3 AU #i changed the lore while writing this so im sorry if its not cohesive. i iust keep coming up with better ideas

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nebulastarss · 4 years

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Remember my antagonist time loop au? Remember how canon Kokichi is pretty attached to Shuichi? The second timeline, Kokichi fucks up enough that Shuichi gets killed and damn near shuts down.

He talks to his fellow timetravelers and they manage to break him out of it, and he ends up leading the trial because someone killed Shumai and now they must pay. Kaede is confused by his suddenly helpful behavior, but the timeline gets reset when no one believes him and they vote wrong.

The second timeline goes very wrong for Nagito though. He walks into the room, surrounded by people he knows are Ultimate Despair but, what if it was a dream, even if it was painful?

Then he finds the communication app on his monopad and everything is repeating. He's pretty smart, but he probably just shrugs and goes along with the party idea but ends up stabbed by Teruteru because he made sure that Imposter was out. He wakes up in the void, and finds his monopad in his hands. He can then calm down Kokichi.

Byakuya is not having a good time because he doesn't care about most of his classmates. He finds himself near Maizono and Makoto, but fails to stop her attempted murder and death. He ends up dying after witnessing Chihiro's death because Mondo panicked.

Now let's talk about Byakuya's time after the loop. He still has all his memories, but he never manged to take a step out of the door before. When he actually manages to leave, he's so relieved. He almost wants to message Kokichi, as Nagito stopped responding some time ago.

He can't though, as he needs to focus on helping his friends. Yep, all of his classmates are his friends by the end, because he went through so many different combinations of survivers. Even Mukuro, albeit reluctantly.

Mukuro is clinging to Makoto as they're greeted by the future foundation. It's pretty clear that they want to kill the people behind this, but it was made clear doing the last trial that Mukuro was manipulated from a young age, and they can't shoot her without accidentally hitting the newly titled Ultimate Hope, who is also trying to convince them to let Junko live.

They VERY RELUCTANTLY let both live and class 78 basically have to babysit them until FF is sure they're reformed. Mukuro isn't babysat for that long, even if she didnt have many complaints as being alone for too long makes her uncomfortable. Even after she's free, she tends to follow her classmates around like a duckling waiting to be given something to do.

Junko is still being babysat when they find class 77. Byakuya instantly recognizes them as Nagito's class, and goes along with Makoto's plan with zero resistance, even if Kyoko had a few complaints in the beginning.

Byakuya watches, completely unsurprised by the way Komaeda is acting and that everyone stays alive. He is kinda surprised when Nagito pushes to do the shutdown, before he remembers that Nagito managed to keep everyone alive twice, but the first time they didn't do the shutdown and Nagito got looped again.

When he opens his eyes, Nagito let's out the most relieved sigh possible, and then notices Byakuya. He perks up and the first words out of his mouth are, "Time Travel Buddy!"

Given that Nagito was the last person awake, and everyone was in the room (including Junko) was there, this raised some questions. Class 78 already knew that Byakuya occasionally timetraveled and had no control over it, but this cloud head did too?

He explained that Nagito was one of the two people he would occasionally talk about, which sparked an uproar because he knew the killing game would happen, but he also knew they would make it out alive so it's ok they guess. Then Hajime brings up the question that neither wanted to think about.

"So, what about the third time traveler?"

They both shrug helplessly. Byakuya goes to the meeting in dr3 future arc because he physically couldn't not go, and then what happened there is in the other post I think. Anyway, no one dies because time travel and hindsight.

They just pretend it didn't happen.

A few months after Nagito wakes up, they find... Somewhere I dunno with a bunch of teenagers hooked up to machines. They take the teens and machines to the island because Byakuya insisted where TVs reveal that they are also stuck in a killing game.

Que everyone slowly turning to Byakuya and Nagito as Nagito scans the screen before finding the little purple gremlin. Byakuya had found his unconscious body back... Before they were brought to the island and leads Nagito over to his body.

When the game ends, the machine tries to force them into another killing game, but Hajime disables it and they rush all of the teens into hospital beds.

They were around seven when the tragedy happened, and I personally think that it lasted around five years, so they'd be around 12-14 now. It's kinda weird because in the killing games made by the machine, they were always 17-18. These poor children.

The first to wake is Shuichi, who quickly figures out what's happening, even if anxiety is a bitch, last is Kokichi, who behaves much like Nagito did. Only Shuichi had believed Kokichi when he "joked" about being a time traveler, so he's happy to be proven right.

They adjust to their new heights, (Gonta, Kokichi, and Ryoma didn't have to adjust much) and have a lot of tramua because they're children who shouldn't have had to go through that Junko.

She at least looks sorta ashamed after being with them for so long.

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dangan-imagines-drive-thru · 4 years

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V3 Boys with a crush that uses cheesy pick-up lines

My first imagine! I’m probably going to get too invested in this.

Have a great day!

-Mod Maki

V3 Boys with a crush that uses cheesy pick-up lines

Shuichi

No matter how hard Shuichi tried, he couldn’t hide his crush on you

Just you being next to him was enough to make him as red as Himiko’s hair

So when you did, eventually, find out, you made sure to fluster him at every possibility

“Oh, h-hi, S/O. I didn’t see you there.”

“For some reason, I was feeling a little off today. But when you came along, you definitely turned me on.”

“W-what?! S-S/O, w-what are you-”

“Is there an airport nearby or is it my heart taking off?”

“H-huh?”

Shuichi.exe has stopped working

Satisfied with your work, you leave Shuichi with a kiss on the cheek and a light blush on yours

S/O uses FLIRT

It was SUPER EFFECTIVE

Rantaro

Rantaro would always unintentionally flirt with you. It would annoy you as he didn’t know he was doing it and was completely oblivious as to how flustered you were

So it was inevitable that you would get him back one day

That day being today

Rantaro was hanging out in the library, reading a book about avocados.

He was getting to the big plot twist where the avocado gets turned in to guacamole-

Sorry, I just spoiled the book for you

You just so happened to spot the matcha haired boy reading said book peacefully, it would be a shame if someone were to-

“HEY, RANTARO!”

Rantaro was a bit surprised to see you standing in the doorway of the library, interrupting his reading time

He was happy to see you nonetheless

“Hey, S/O.”

You decided that this would be the perfect time to use the pick-up lines that you spent your free time googling

“What’s up, S/O?”

“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?”

Rantaro is confusion

“There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can’t take them off you.”

You feel a sense of satisfaction once you see his cheeks turn red

The feeling doesn’t last long, however, as he starts firing pick-up lines back

“I don’t have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out?”

Did... Did hE JUST...?

Kokichi

Every day at 4:20pm sharp Kokichi would try to get a date with you by using the cheesiest pick-up lines and hoping that they would win your heart

EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

Of course he would always play it off as a joke after he gained a reaction from you

He never asked you out directly, just endless pick-up lines

You weren’t oblivious, you knew that he liked you but you were waiting to get him back

You had spent the entire night googling pick-up lines that was sure to make him flustered

If they don’t work then he’ll never let you hear the end of it

That afternoon, Kokichi makes his way over to you, as usual, and you were trying your best to act normal

He probably saw that you were up to something and was cautious when speaking

“Hey, S/O, watcha up to?”

“ Y-you must have the power to change gravity because you knocked me o-off my feet.”

Kokichi stares at you for a few moments with an unreadable expression

You worry you’ve made him uncomfortable until he breaks out in laughter

You look down, ashamed and embarrassed

When Kokichi sees your expression, he calms down from his fit off laughter but is still smiling brightly with blush on his cheeks

“S/O, I didn’t know that you thought so highly of me!”

The blush covering your cheeks intensify as Kokichi’s smile widens

“Y’know, if you liked me so much you could have just said something!”

He kisses you on the cheek before walking off in a fit of giggles and his face flushed red

S/O.exe has stopped working

Kiibo

The poor robot decided to ask you what pick-up lines were

“Hey, S/O, what is a ‘pick-up line’?”

You have been waiting for this moment your entire life

You ask if he would prefer it if you showed him

Now he’s scared

You have to assure him that it isn’t anything bad and then the chaos begins

He doesn’t understand at all

“Are you a keyboard? Because you’re-”

“Is that a robophobic comment?! S/O, you know I’m not a keyboard!”

Kiibo nO

You try again

“Your hand looks heavy can i hold it for you?”

Kiibo pUT YOUR HAND BACK ON

You decide to stop before Kiibo is fully dismembered but Kiibo is disappointed that he still couldn’t understand pick-up lines even after this *ahem* ‘enlightening conversation’

You tell him that you’ll try again tomorrow

Kaito

He thinks that he is amazing at using pick-up lines but he always gets them wrong

“Was your father a thief? ‘Cause someone stole the sky from the stars and... WAIT-”

This goes on for a while because he has forgotten all the pick-up lines he had googled the night before

One day you see him coming up to you with the smug face he does when he has a new pick-up line to show you

So you say one first

“Hey, S/O, do you-”

“If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d have a galaxy in my hand.”

Kaito is shook

“Wow, S/O, if you do that more often you’ll be nearly as good as me!”

You think that you have distracted him from his own line, until...

“Oh, yeah! As I was saying, S/O, do you-”

Well, that didn’t work

But you do get to catch him off guard every once in a while with a pick-up line or two

You just wont ever get him to stop

Ever

Korekiyo

Korekiyo was being his usual weird self and having a looong conversation with you about random anthropology stories

Normally they are quite interesting and keep you entertained when you have nothing better to do but this one was quite long and boring and seemed to go on forever

You didn’t want to stop him though, as he seemed to be enjoying himself

Then, you had an idea

“Can I follow you home? Cause my parents always told me to follow my dreams.”

Korekiyo stopped and stared at the ground while you were still awaiting a repsonse

You start to worry for a moment when you hear Kiyo mumble something under his breath

“Humanity is so beautiful...”

You think it was a compliment...?

But you’re not really sure

Gonta

Miu had dared you to use a pick-up line on Gonta

Considering this is Miu, this is very mild for her and you are lucky she didn’t go further

Deciding to go before she changed her mind, you ran off to find him

He was with Kokichi having no idea he was helping the short gremlin boy pull off a prank

Of course he was...

You can’t do it with Kokichi there, he will make fun of the poor boy

...and you

So you tried to wait until Kokichi left

Key word: tried

At some point, Kokichi had caught you waiting and had called you over

Kokichi why?

That was when Gonta had saw you

“Oh, hi, S/O!”

Miu was getting tired of waiting and you were getting annoyed with the smug look on Kokichi’s face

So you made your way over to Gonta with little confidence showing

“ A-are you Netflix? Because I-I could watch y-you for hours.”

“No, Gonta is Gonta.”

Miu was laughing her ass off and Kokichi was stifling his laughter

With any confidence you had shattered, you walked back dejectedly

Kokichi whispered something to Gonta

“S/O!”

You turned to see Kokichi nearly exploding from holding in laughter and Gonta with a serious look on his face

“Did it hurt when S/O fell from the vending machine? Because S/O looks like a snack.”

Kokichi, whAT DID YOU DO?

Ryoma

Ryoma never really showed much emotion towards anything so today you have a bunch of pick-up lines prepared to try and get him to smile

You found Ryoma by himself in the gym and decided that it was the perfect time to try out those pick-up lines

“Ryoma!”

“Hey, S/O.”

You frowned at his tired tone and sighed

Suddenly, you perked up and remembered one of the pick-up lines you found particularly cute

“Hey, you’re pretty and I’m cute. Together we’d be Pretty Cute.”

Ryoma’s eyes widened for a moment before he grinned slightly

You noticed this and tried another one

“I was wondering if you had an extra heart. Mine was just stolen.”

At this point, he was fully smiling, a rare sight to see on Ryoma

You felt proud that you were able to grace him with that smile and smiled back

“Thanks, S/O, I needed that.”

#Danganronpa V3 #Danganronpa #v3 boys #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #rantaro amami #gonta gokuhara #ryoma hoshi #korekiyo shinguji #kiibo #kaito momota #x reader

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Beta AU - Main story, Chapter 2, daily life (Part 2)

Note of the author: Fun fact! This was one of the first scenes I imagined when I was making this AU. This is where the fun begins. :)

Chapter 2: The wolf and the lamb - Daily life

Day 6 since the beginning of the game. 7:30 AM.

Shuichi felt like he slept better than the previous night. The sun was shining through the window, it was enough to wake him up. He rubbed his eyes and glanced around his room, looking at nothing in particular.

It was then that he noticed something on the table of his room. A colorful pad that didn’t look like his monopad.

He took the tablet to take a look at it. There was written “Kubs pad” on the back. He frowned, and when he touched the screen, the tablet lightened up and a video started playing.

On the screen he could recognize his own silhouette on a teal-blue background, with written in flashy letters:

Shuichi Saihara’s Motive video What is your motive!?

And Monokuma’s voice talking cheerfully. “Alright! Back by popular demand, it’s time for the motive video! Who’s the most imp-”

Shuichi turned off the tablet. He stared at the turned off gadget with wide eyes.

“What even was that?” he asked himself. Perhaps talking to the others about it would be a good idea.

He got dressed up, put the strange tablet in his pocket and left his room.

Keebo was in the hallway, with a similar tablet in his hand.

“Hello Shuichi. Nice to see you up.”

Shuichi’s eyes were still on the tablet. “You got one of these too?”

Keebo looked at the item. “Yes, it was on the table this morning, when I was done charging. However I turned it off when I saw ‘motive video’.”

The other boy sighed in relief. “I’m not alone then.”

The two went to the dining hall. Tsumugi, Korekiyo, Kirumi, Ryoma and Rantaro were already here. There was a pile of 5 of those tablets on the table.

Korekiyo sipped his tea and put down his cup. “You also had those ‘motive videos’ I see.”

Keebo showed his’. “I can see that you gathered the tablets. Do we have to put them here?”

Rantaro shrugged. “The others didn’t watch theirs either, so for now we’re putting them here until we decide what to do with them.”

Ryoma was tapping his fingers on the table. “Kokichi went back to his dorm to get his. Speaking of which...”

The small boy appeared with his tablet. “I got it.”

The three put their tablets with the others. All they could do was wait for the others.

Shuichi wasn’t too much in the mood to talk, so he listened to the nearby conversations. Maki was talking about how she thought she had a strange dream but didn’t remember any of it, Ryoma and Rantaro were talking about the latter’s lab and Kirumi was telling Keebo about traditional meals she learned to cook for her job.

About 15 minutes after the morning announcement, everyone was there, and all of the tablets were reunited.

Angie was swinging her legs under the table. “Shall we watch all those videos together? At least we’re sure no one hides anything from anyone!”

Kirumi was visibly not pleased. “If those videos are about the most important people in our lives, watching them would mean falling into Monokuma’s trap.”

Ryoma looked up to the maid. “Stop sugarcoating this. I’m sure at least one of us already watched their video and decided to pretend they didn’t.”

Kokichi’s voice was almost unheard. “I would still like some privacy...”

Everyone started debating. Rantaro suddenly got up and asked for everyone’s attention.

“I understand some of us want some privacy about our personal lives, but those videos will probably make us remember important elements from our past and perhaps the Ultimate hunt, and we can’t exactly completely ignore them.”

He continued. “I discussed the issue with Korekiyo to know what could be a good compromise to reach. Some of us would like to keep their life private, which I understand perfectly, since we didn’t live through the same things. However it is a risk we have to take if we want to recover at least a bit of our own memories.”

Kirumi raised an eyebrow. “So? What is this solution you suggest?”

Korekiyo responded. “We create groups of 3 or 4 people trusting each other enough to show their videos to the group. We fix a moment to watch those videos, and after that no one is allowed to talk to anyone outside their group about what they saw in the others’ video. Of course you can show your own video to the rest of us if you want to.”

Shuichi put a finger on his chin. That sounded like a doable plan. He didn’t have much to hide, but he hoped the more reserved people were okay with this.

“Do any of you have any objections? Please speak up if that’s the case. I wish to hear the opinion of everyone.” Rantaro’s voice sounded gentle yet confident. Shuichi would be lying if he said he didn’t envy him.

For about ten seconds everyone just glanced at each other. From Shuichi’s point of view, Kirumi and Kokichi were not comfortable, but were not saying anything. That, of course, didn’t stay undetected by the medic.

“Kirumi, do you wish to say anything?” he asked.

She sighed. “I would very much like my personal life not to be revealed to anyone, but I suppose I don’t have a choice.”

Rantaro fidgeted with his necklace. “Unfortunately it wouldn’t be fair to ask everyone else to reveal it and let one person watch the video by themselves. We established the rule that no one in the group was allowed to talk about what they saw in the others’ video outside of their group.”

Everyone was staring at her at this point. “Fine. I accept.”

“What about you, Kokichi?” Rantaro asked.

The small teen got startled. “Oh, it’s just um... Do we really get to choose the groups?”

He smiled. “Yes, we’ll just try to make sure the groups are composed of 3 or 4 people of our choice.”

Himiko gave him a pat in the back. “If you want we can be together in a group, we just need someone else!”

He smiled faintly. “I... I accept, then.”

Rantaro exhaled a breath and smiled at the group. “At least we’re getting somewhere.”

It took them a while to decide, but the groups were formed.

The first group were Shuichi, Kaito, Miu and Korekiyo.

The second group were Kokichi, Himiko and Rantaro.

The third group were Ryoma, Kirumi and Keebo.

And the last group were Maki, Kaede, Tsumugi and Angie.

They decided to watch the videos the next day morning, to leave the groups more time to get to know each other better.

At least they managed to get through this, for now. Kaito asked where the tablets would go, in case someone tried to watch their video.

They decided to lock all the tablets in Rantaro’s lab. Since a majority of them trusted him, he was chosen to keep the key to the lab.

~ Time skip, my old friend ~

5 PM.

Shuichi couldn’t help but think about the motive videos Monokuma gave them this morning.

After spending some time alone in his lab, he decided to go outside for a bit. He came across Kokichi carrying a small bag and Himiko without her coat on, the cloth rather used like some sort of bag.

“Oh, hey Shuichi!” Himiko joyfully said.

Shuichi blinked in confusion. “What are you two doing?”

“We were with Kaede yesterday at the casino and somehow the machine we were playing with broke and gave us a ton of monocoins! So we’re using them.”

Kokichi scratched his neck. “I feel like I’m to blame for this...”

She giggled. “Don’t be sorry, we got all these cool items, and since the MonoMono machine broke as well we got to keep the coins we used!”

The smaller boy was embarrassed by the events that happened, but he didn’t look really sad about it.

“I mean Kaede got a ton of coins too, I think she bought some sort of key?” she shrugged. “I didn’t pay too much attention to it.”

Shuichi knew exactly what she meant, but preferred to stay silent about it.

“So you guys got all of those items from the MonoMono machine for free?”

Himiko smiled with glee. “Yup! And it was things either I or Kokichi liked! Cool, right?” she elbowed him.

Kokichi stuttered. “R-Right...”

The two went their way and Himiko waved at Shuichi. “See ya later!”

He didn’t really know what to do before dinner, so he joined Rantaro outside. They talked for a while before Kaito approached them.

“I was looking for you two!”

Shuichi blinked. “Do you need us for something, Kaito?”

“We’re gonna have drinks at the pool, wanna come?”

Rantaro got up and brushed off the dirt on his coat. “That would be nice. Who will be there?”

The biker looked enthusiastic. “There will be Miu, you two and I. Oh and Kiyo decided to join in as well.”

Shuichi sighed in relief. At least it wasn’t too much of a big thing. Not that he hated the others, but a hang-out session with a few “close” friends felt more comfortable for him than a giant party.

They walked to the pool and saw Kirumi and Miu holding drinks entering the building.

“Oh, Kirumi is joining too?” Shuichi asked.

Kaito shrugged. “We simply asked her to help us with the drinks, I don’t think she is gonna stay though.”

When they opened the door, the two young women were setting the drinks and snacks at the table.

Miu waved at them. “So you guys came, huh?”

Rantaro smiled. “I figured it would be nice to chat as a group of friends, so yeah.”

Kiyo was observing the pool area. Rantaro called him so they could sit down and chat.

Kirumi left, saying she didn’t want to disrupt their group, and that her task was done.

The drinks had bright colors, but that was to be expected by cocktails. Korekiyo took the glass in his hands to observe the gradient.

“We really should thank Kirumi for her hard work preparing these.”

Kaito laughed. “But hey, we won’t know if they’re good unless we drink!”

They all cheered, to forget about the killing game just for a few minutes.

Shuichi approached the drink to his nose to smell it. The alcohol smell was strong, but the fruit smell was able to cover it up a little.

He looked at the others, they hadn’t touched their drink yet. Rantaro and Korekiyo were talking about the pool area’s aesthetic, but Miu was looking at her drink with unease, and just when he was about to ask her what was wrong, her gaze shifted to Kaito approaching the glass to his lips.

It felt so sudden. Miu got up, slammed her hands on the table and yelled.

“DON’T DRINK THIS, IT’S POISONED!!”

The rest of the group was startled by the sudden reaction, especially Kaito, whose eyes shifted from the drink to his best friend, who had tears in the corner of her eyes and was visibly trembling.

There was a small moment of silence that felt like an eternity.

Rantaro was confused, but managed to mumble out “What are you-”

(BGM)

He didn’t finish his sentence when Miu abruptly sat back on her chair, elbows on the table and her hands covering her face. She broke down in tears, mumbling things to herself.

“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorry-”

Kaito spoke up reluctantly. “Miu… What… How did you…”

The grip she had on her hair tightened. She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here.

The boys looked at each other. No one really knew what to say. Rantaro smelled the drink and frowned. He made the others understand that it was definitely not alcohol for a cocktail.

Kiyo took a deep breath and set the glass down.

“Should we assume you are the one responsible for this?”

Miu’s head slowly fell down on the table, arms crossed to cover her head, and nails digging in her skin. She was still shaking and sobbing to herself, but she nodded.

“I’m… I…”

Shuichi was still trying to process what just happened. Did Miu just try to kill them? Rantaro looked pensive, Kiyo was silently observing the crying Miu and Kaito was shocked, to say the least. Shuichi felt bad, that must have felt like a huge betrayal for him. His best friend trying to kill him, and even if she seemed to regret it, the will to kill was there. In those colorful glasses.

It took her a while to even begin to calm down and cease the tear-filled muttering. When she raised her head just out of her arms, Shuichi noticed a part of her make up was smudged and her eyes were red. She didn’t even dare to look at any of them.

Since the others had been silent, Rantaro asked her the question everyone wanted to ask.

“Why…?”

She flinched at the question.

“I… Kaz… I’m- I’m sorry-”

She couldn’t even form a single sentence correctly through her sobs.

“Kaz… Would have never wanted this… What am I doing...?”

Korekiyo stayed calm and tried to interrogate her despite her current state. “Would you please tell us who is ‘Kaz’?”

She tried to recompose herself, unsuccessfully.

“Kaz…”

She rubbed her eyes.

“He’s- He’s my son- I watched my motive video this morning and I saw him and I knew I had to escape to protect him and I saw my chance with my lab opened and and-”

She was just rambling at this point. Kiyo told her to calm down one last time, but that made her completely enraged.

“HOW CAN YOU TAKE THIS SO LIGHTLY?? I TRIED TO KILL YOU ALL!!” she yelled at no one in particular, getting up from her chair, still in a panicked state.

“I-I-I tried to kill you all with homemade poison from my lab I organized this whole party to kill you and blame it on Kirumi and-and I didn’t even hesitate to do so because I watched my motive video and lied to you all but I just want to see my son again he needs me and I miss his precious face and and and-”

Tears were running down her face. She had completely broken down.

Kaito tried to get her attention but that turned out pretty unsuccessful.

“Miu, calm down! Look at me-”

“HE WOULD HAVE NEVER WANTED ME TO KILL ANY OF YOU!!”

Silence filled the building once again.

She fell on her knees and laughed to herself.

“What am I doing…?”

Kaito got up from his seat and got down to face Miu. He put his hands on her shoulders.

“This… Is a lot for me to take in, I will admit. To think my best friend tried to kill me.”

She winced at the last sentence.

“But that best friend also backed down and regrets what she has done. She did this for her family, and even though it will take a while for us to completely get over this, I can’t blame you for wanting to fight for your family.”

She looked up to him, but that didn’t seem to reassure her very much.

Shuichi himself was a bit doubtful by the statement. Of course the one to blame would be Monokuma and the mastermind for putting them through this but… At the same time he can’t help but feel like Miu really was responsible for this incident.

Kiyo seemed to be thinking. “I don’t think you are entirely to blame, but you still had your part in this. I think the best option would be to talk about this once all of us managed to stand back from the situation.”

Rantaro hadn’t say a thing. He didn’t look mad but he was certainly not happy.

Miu wiped away her tears. “I… I know this may sound selfish but…”

Rantaro turned to her.

“Can we… Keep this between us? I know I don’t deserve it but please…”

The others glanced at each other. Rantaro was stirring his glass. “What do you think, Shuichi? You’ve been quiet for a while.”

He was startled by Rantaro’s sudden question. His gaze wasn’t making things better either. “I- uh….” he paused. “I think… We should at least make sure the products used for this are taken away and the poison destroyed.”

Rantaro nodded. Shuichi turned to Kiyo. “And Kiyo’s right. I think it should be better not to make anym- any bad decisions with emotions taking control of us.”

Miu, sitting on the ground, clenched the trembling fists resting on her legs, tears filling her eyes even more. Those same emotions pushed her to act this way, and saying this just reminded her of her lack of self-control.

Rantaro stared at her for a few seconds before turning to the rest of the group. “So to sum this incident up, we keep quiet about this for now, destroy the materials and wait for tomorrow to decide what we do?”

The others nodded. Rantaro got up from his chair and briefly looked at the two best friends before turning to Shuichi.

“Us two should go to Miu’s lab to get rid of the materials. You okay with this Miu?”

Her eyes didn’t even move. She simply muttered. “Yes. Do what must be done. That’s… What I deserve at the very least.”

He gestured to Shuichi that they should go and leave them alone for now. The blue-eyed boy turned back to Miu one last time to see her wiping her tears with Kaito at her side.

They closed the door and headed to the lab. They had so many questions but both knew it would be better to wait for the next day to ask her about it. Or maybe Korekiyo, who stayed at the pool, would probably be able to get to know what was going on with her.

The walk was silent, just like the time the two were meeting the other ultimates about a week ago. But it felt different. They had just escaped death because their attacker didn’t manage to get through her plan. She was so close, if she reacted just a few seconds later and the situation would have been a disaster.

“Hey…” Shuichi said. Rantaro slightly turned his head.

“What do you think of all this? You didn’t say much back then…”

His friend took a few seconds to think about an answer. Or more likely, to wonder if his thoughts were worth being told.

“What is done, is done. Miu tried to kill us but couldn’t bring herself to actually do it. We’re alive and that’s what matters. We should focus on making sure no one else gets their hands on the poison.”

Shuichi’s eyes widened. He didn’t know what to expect, but it was certainly not this. “You… Actually don’t plan on telling anyone about this?”

“No.” He replied. “The less people know, the better it is. This entire academy reeks distrust and fear of being killed. If we talk about this incident the others will snap just like she did, and some probably won’t back down before actually committing the act.”

“That’s… One way to think.”

But Shuichi remembered what the monokubs said the day before. “But... The monokubs said they would refill products if someone tried to destroy them.”

Rantaro started thinking. “Honestly I don’t think that will be the case for certain situations. But for now just the prepared poison should be destroyed.”

Shuichi hummed in agreement. They were forced to trust Miu not to try anything again. They could only hope Kaito and Korekiyo would be able to calm her down for the time being.

Rantaro turned to him. “Ever wondered how you were able to guide the others during the class trial?”

He had thought about it, it was a bit strange to him. “I don’t really know why. Tsumugi said I was leading the debate but… I’m just an average guy. I’m a violinist, my talent doesn’t even have anything to do with leading. I’m bad at this.”

The green haired boy hummed. “You know, I talked about this with Kiyo, yesterday.”

Shuichi blinked.

“To him it was normal for the others to follow your lead. And I agree with that. I mean…” he chuckled.

“Let’s be honest here. We’re the two leaders of the group, you and I. But my influence is more… Direct. I got the group to cooperate, to get organized, you know the deal.”

“My influence has its limits. I think you realized it by now, but I saw how the others looked at me during the investigation and trial. I’m completely indifferent when it comes to people dying. I’m used to it after all.”

“Even just now, the reason I asked you to say what you think is because they would most likely listen to you.”

Shuichi was confused. “But why?”

“You have that compassion. That innocence the others have. You felt bad for Gonta dying. For Tenko dying. You have that kindness that I lack in those stressful situations. People are more drawn to you because of that natural kindness. That humanity. You can keep calm but still have that feeling of compassion. That’s what the others are looking for in the trials. Someone to relate to, who doesn’t sound and look like an experienced murderer.”

Shuichi was surprised to hear Rantaro talk about himself this way, but it made sense. Of course he wouldn’t try to take advantage of this in the future, however it felt strange to be considered a leader by Rantaro himself.

“That’s what Kiyo told me. That it was more about instinct than a concrete feeling.”

He nodded. Of course the therapist would know what he’s saying. Shuichi had to assume this role as a leader. A role that Rantaro couldn’t fill completely.

Rantaro stopped in his tracks.

“From now on that’s our job to keep this group together. This is gonna be hard, I know, but it’s necessary.”

He fidgeted with his necklace. “Let’s be honest here. We won’t all get out of here alive, and I’m 100% sure another murder will occur in the next few days. But if there’s anything I’m trying to do in those times, it’s to make sure the group doesn’t completely loose it.”

“You and I will be the leaders from now on. So I’m counting on you to help me with this.”

He extended his hand.

“Deal?”

After hesitating, Shuichi shook Rantaro’s hand.

“Deal.”

They arrived at the street artist’s lab. It was time to take away the products, even though they knew she wouldn’t try again after this incident.

It was just to make sure.

They entered the lab. Nothing looked like it had been touched yet from a quick glance, since everything was clean. Rantaro went to the lab bench. That’s when he noticed small droplets of water in some of the glassware.

“That was definitely used recently. At the very least today.”

“Do you think she has more of the poison in the lab?”

Rantaro shook his head. “Even though she planned this in a hurry, she still covered up the evidence. She most likely threw the surplus away. Perhaps...”

He turned to a white plastic bottle labeled “bin”. He grabbed it and stirred it for a few seconds to judge how much liquid was in there.

“There isn’t much, but it’s still something.” Rantaro said as he looked at the sink.

Shuichi frowned. “I know nothing about those products, but there’s a reason it’s kept in a separated bottle, right?”

The green-haired boy sighed. “I know, but it’s either someone gets their hands on this and could try to use it and frame Miu, or we risk polluting who knows where since we don’t know where those pipes lead.”

“Fair point.”

Rantaro poured the transparent liquid into the sink. It’s smell was stronger than the “cocktails” from earlier, most likely because there was fruit juice to cover it.

He went to one of the shelves and opened it to see many bottles labeled as toxic or inflammable. “As for the ingredients we can’t do much because the Monokubs will replace it, right?”

Shuichi nodded. “I don’t know when they’ll replace it, but they will do eventually.”

“I see.” he closed the drawer. “Then there isn’t much to do anymore for now.”

Rantaro didn’t say a thing as he walked to the exit, passing by Shuichi.

“Oh and...” he stopped in his tracks and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Tomorrow you and the rest of your group will watch Miu’s motive video. I’m not supposed to know about this, so from now on pretend this event never happened. I don’t know anything about her motive video and will not know about it unless she talks to me, and make sure to inform the others about this. Got it?”

Shuichi actually got scared by Rantaro’s sudden reaction, but he nodded. “G-Got it.”

Korekiyo entered the room right after.

“I see that you’re done with the ingredients?”

Shuichi approached the two others. “We did what we could do, but if we steal things the monokubs will refill it.”

The tall young adult put a finger on his chin. “I see. I’m also done talking to Miu, she is alone with Kaito as far as I know.”

Rantaro was quick to respond. “So? Has she calmed down?”

“We agreed on doing therapy sessions so she can cope with the situation. But of course that will be after we officially watch her motive video.”

He nodded. “Alright, we’re good to go for now. Oh and-” he turned to Shuichi.

“You two make sure we left nothing in the lab. I got something to check.” he said as he left.

Korekiyo asked if he could take a look at the lab. They stayed in it for a while, searching in every shelf if anything looked like poison.

After about 10 minutes, they left to join the rest of the group. They will have to pretending nothing happened.

They found Kaito and Miu going back to the dorms. Miu seemed to have calmed down enough for now.

Shuichi and Kiyo decided to stay outside to talk about something other than what just happened. Even though Kiyo had a threatening aura, it was pretty relaxing to talk to him. It’s like you almost wanted to trust him immediately. No wonder he was called the ultimate therapist.

About two hours later, they ate dinner. The atmosphere was tense, mostly because of the upcoming day, but the most cheerful ones were able to bring back a few smiles.

Shuichi decided to take a walk before going to bed. After all tomorrow he would watch Kaito, Korekiyo and of course Miu’s votive videos. He was nervous at the idea of this “motive video compilation”, but it was too late to go back.

But he had a gut feeling this wasn’t going to go as planned. Everything seemed way too convenient.

"You good?”

Shuichi got startled. It was Kaito, right behind him. “Don’t scare me like that...”

He laughed. “Sorry, man.”

Kaito sat down next to Shuichi. “Today was... Special.”

Shuichi nodded. “I don’t really know what to think about this. I don’t even know if I can trust her anymore.”

He nodded in understanding. “We... Talked after Kiyo left. But it’s like I both do and don’t get why she did this.”

“... I think we should let her talk to Kiyo. Either she is genuine in her regret, or Kiyo will be able to tell if she’s lying.”

Kaito leaned back to lay on the grass. “I really want her to say the truth. I want to believe in her.”

Shuichi turned to him. “If it’s not too personal, how did you two become friends so quickly?”

He chuckled. “We’re mutual fans, y’know? I’ve been admiring her work ever since she started and she is a fan of the family! We knew each other’s names and when we met here, it just sort of clicked.”

The violinist raised an eyebrow. “The family? Is she your long lost sister?”

“Haha, no! That’s how I call the gang. They’re like family, but like a man family. They taught me everything I know. I may have missing memories, but I never forget the family.”

Shuichi weakly smiled. “Man family? What is that supposed to mean?”

“We’re all men in the gang. It’s kinda like a rule. And if you’re not a man, then become one." He chuckled. “Manliest shit I’ve ever seen.”

Shuichi blinked. Perhaps he didn’t want to know more about the gang, considering that he is not exactly the definition of a ‘man’. But if Kaito considered them his family, then good for him.

The two went their ways, to their dorms. And hopefully wake up mentally prepared to watch those motive videos.

#ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 au #beta au #main story

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commentaryvorg · 4 years

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An anon sent me a series of asks to my main blog, but since they mentioned my commentary a few times in it, I feel like it'd be more appropriate to consider them commentary asks and answer them here. Hopefully anon still follows this blog too and will see this!

Dude I watched a complete playthrough of the drv3 a while ago and I just realised what was fucking me up about Kaito's: in his "ultimate fantasy" or whatever, he doesn't think his crush will return his feelings. Right now I think that's to do with his issues with close relationships that you brought up in your commentary, but do you have any other ideas?

thinkin about my earlier ask about kaito's love suite event ... does the dream continue for him when he leaves the room? cause if it does, it likely ends with his ideal turning out to reciprocate his feelings which is kind of sad because of the friendship issues you mentioned in your commentary, but if it doesn't continue afterwards it means he so thoroughly believes that his friends (/fantasy rival) dont care about him beyond his ability to be inspiring that he cant imagine it even in his ideal

WAIT is momota's ideal, a rival, someone who doesn't have the same expectations of him to be strong that a sidekick would have?? like yeah there are some expectations of always being ready to compete and all that but it's more an expectations out of spite deal than expectations to be invincible ideal. for them to even be properly competing a rivalry has to be somewhat close to equal: momota mentions he and his rival being at a complete tie, so his rival doesn't expect him to be invincible.

sorry i keep sending you asks about the love suite event, i read a post recently about momota not believing his ideal would return his feelings and i can't stop thinking about it

So, uh, this has been a bit of a ride for me.

Fun fact: Kaito's Love Suite event was, until today, the one bit of canon Kaito content I had not seen and had no intention of ever seeing. As you can very much gather from all my grumbling about amatonormativity in the commentary, particularly in the first post for Salmon Team, I do not like it when romance gets unnecessarily shoved into my adorable friendships and my characters who usually prioritise friendship over romance. If Salmon Team had not also been heteronormative on top of its amatonormativity and had therefore shoved romance into every character's scenes, including the guys', I wouldn't have covered Kaito's Salmon Team content at all. It’d be the same as how I didn’t cover Kaede’s FTEs because they’re pretty romantic; I'm just not remotely into that, and when such content does exist, I'd rather skim over it and think about anything else. So any of Kaito’s content that really actually was a victim of this mode’s amatonormativity (and let’s be real, while the Love Suite scenes are available in the main story, they really shouldn’t have been and should just be considered Salmon Team content) was not something I ever even really wanted to see in the first place.

The entire concept of how the Love Suite scenes work also makes me deeply uncomfortable even aside from the part where it's glaringly just a cheap excuse to throw in some unneeded romance. The subject has a dream where they act out their ideal fantasy at Shuichi, except Shuichi is awake and conscious and will remember it, and the subject doesn't know this? And Shuichi apparently has to play along and do what they want him to do, regardless of how uncomfortable it makes him, or they'll "have a bad dream" or something, as if their comfort matters more than Shuichi's does? That is massively violating the concept of consent for both people involved here. Ugh. Ughghghgh. And from the handful of scenes I have actually seen (which is admittedly not the worst ones), the writing does not remotely acknowledge how gross and fucked-up this is and just plays it like it's totally okay. Ugh. No.

Of course, there was a small chance that Kaito's scene was an exception to this nonsense and actually had something interesting going on in it that I'd like to see (Rantaro’s and Ryoma’s are actually pretty interesting, from what I remember!). So I had my friend antialiasis, whose judgement I trust on these kind of things, read Kaito’s scene before me and give me a summary. The topic of it seemed kinda fun albeit not especially deeply interesting, but then she described it as "not textually romantic but pretty clearly trying to be shipbait". So I pulled a big Nope on that and decided it wasn’t worth it and I'd be happier never seeing the scene after all.

It was therefore very deliberate of me that I completely ignored the fact that this scene even existed for my Salmon Team posts. I was kind of quietly hoping nobody would notice or care - and I told myself that if someone did care and asked me what I thought about it, they'd have to make a very convincing argument for it being relevant to Kaito's issues for me to decide it’d be worth me cringing my way through the romantic undertones to see the issuey part.

And, well, congratulations, anon, I guess you basically just made the impossible possible, because I went and read it just now.

Aaaaaand it was even more eye-rollingly shipbaity than I was expecting it to be and really not worth it for me at all.

Not that this is your fault, anon! I am not mad at you and there's no need to apologise. I'm really happy that you cared so much about my input on this, not to mention very impressed that you did manage to convince me the scene might be relevant enough to Kaito's issues to catch my interest. I'm also thrilled that you're using ideas you learned from me about Kaito's issues to have been thinking about this yourself even with parts I never talked about! That's exactly the kind of thing I hoped my commentary might do for people!

I'm just mad at the game's writing for being a huge fucking disappointment. Please rest assured that any frustration I express here is entirely directed at the game.

Long story short: I'm not convinced this is a legitimately well-thought-out piece of character writing for Kaito that actually has any deliberate connection to his issues. It just reads to me like whoever wrote it saw the Love Suite thing as an excuse to throw in something shipbaity and romantically-undertoned involving Kaito, and they decided that someone like him would work best with the stereotypical "rivals to lovers" trope, so they just threw together a scene about that.

There's no reason to buy that Kaito's "ideal fantasy" would even be with a romantic interest in the first place. He's literally not shown giving the slightest fuck about romance at any other point in his story! Romantic relationships are not inherently the highest relationship ideal (any claim that they are is amatonormativity speaking and needs to go away), and Kaito in particular definitely seems to be someone who would understand that.

It is interesting to think that Kaito's idea of his relationship ideal could be a rival - someone who's essentially more of an equal to him than a sidekick. All the points that you make on that topic are really great and insightful, and that’s what made me want to check out the scene! But then the scene just goes and shifts to being all about how Kaito has very-obviously-implicitly developed romantic feelings for this rival, and ugh no no no this is not the point and not necessary. If Kaito really did subconsciously think of a rival as being his ideal relationship, someone who's his equal and to whom he doesn't have such a huge responsibility to never let down, that alone would be the point, and his subconscious wouldn't go and then make it about romance!

If this scene is about Kaito's issues as you propose, then it’s as if the writing is trying to insist that Kaito subconsciously knew that he needed to have this arguably more healthy, essentially-equal relationship in order to be able to achieve romance, because romance is obviously the highest goal and what he's really wanted all along and if only he got over his issues then he’d be able to have that in reality! and NOPE nope nope nope that's amatonormative and tedious as all hell and get that bullshit away from Kaito. (The actual "ideal" relationship Kaito should be striving for, though he wouldn't understand this himself, is something like the one I talked about at the end of Salmon Team, in which he's learned to open up to Shuichi and ask for his help too and they are friends and equals who support each other, and that doesn't need to involve romance to be an ideal end goal!)

But also, because the writers of this scene are being so eye-rollingly amatonormative about things, I'm not convinced they even actually thought as deeply as you have about the implications of the rival thing. If they understood Kaito's issues about heroes and sidekicks and friendship to that extent, then they'd probably also be able to grasp the idea that romance isn't the goddamn point here.

So, yeah. You're free to continue to interpret it the way you've been doing if that floats your boat, anon, but my take on it is just that I don't think the writers cared.

I'd also like to throw out there, while I'm here being a Grumpy Aro about things, that someone not expecting their crush to reciprocate their feelings isn't that sad and tragic, at least not from where I'm standing - it's just sensible. Sure, platonic affection is expected to grow naturally through shared experiences and hangouts, to the point that someone feeling like their friend doesn't consider them a friend in return is tragic and probably rooted in some kind of issues. But while romantic attraction can sometimes arise, from all sorts of interactions, it’s never a thing that should always be expected to do so, and it literally can't happen in certain orientations a lot of the time. Not expecting romantic feelings to be reciprocated doesn't have to be related to any kind of lack of self-confidence; it should be the norm. It's just statistically unlikely that they would be.

Like yeah, sure, obviously most people with a crush would like it if it was reciprocated, and so there's no harm in asking. But if the other person doesn't reciprocate, then it's not their fault and not their problem, and it's also not the first person's fault for "not being good enough" or anything like that. That's an attitude that I wish I saw more of outside of aro circles, and it's also something that I'm pretty sure Kaito would already understand and agree with. Respecting other people's autonomy, acknowledging that they exist as their own person outside of how you feel about them and not making their lives about you are all principles that are already a big part of how Kaito treats others, in any context.

[follow-up post to this]

#danganronpa v3 #reply #Anonymous #again: thanks so much for your interest and insight despite that i basically noped on all of it!#i do still very much appreciate it

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murdertrialimagines · 5 years

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Imagine Meeting For The First Time (DRV3 Boys)

Hey! This is my first Imagine on this blog so I hope it goes well! (Y/T means Your Talent)

-Imagine: Meeting the Boys in the Killing Game for the First Time

Shuichi Saihara

This had to be a dream

A bear running a murder game for people with special talents?

Completely unrealistic

But true apparently, since you were stuck in a school with 16 other students with talents

After the killing game announcement you decided to look around

make sure there were no bear-traps (heh)

You quite literally ran into him while entering the game room

He was with that girl, Kaede was it?

You both apologized at the same time, causing you to fumble over your words.

He introduced himself

“I’m Shuichi Saihara, Ultimate Detective. Sorry for running into you.”

“Oh it’s fine! I’m always running into people. Y/n L/n, Ultimate Y/T.”

“That’s pretty cool”

“Not as cool as a detective!”

He made a small laugh, causing you to grin for some reason.

“Well uh, Kaede and I were gonna look around some more, see you later?”

“Yea, definitely”

lowkey jealous of kaede

Kaito Momota

How could you not notice this boy immediately he’s super loud

You meet him as soon as Monokuma leaves you all

mostly because you heard him shouting like a child

He’s loud

He’s shouting about leaving and needing to go to space

Why did you approach him? No idea

“I’m guessing your talent has something to with space?”

“Well you guessed right! I am Kaito Momota, Luminary of the stars!”

He’s standing in a superhero pose

You laugh

He doesn’t

Akward

“So uh, what’s your name?”

“My name is Y/n L/n, and my talent is Ultimate Y/T.”

“That fits someone like you!”

You’ve known each other for a whole two minutes what does that even mean

“You wanna go look around this place? I wanna see my cool space classroom!”

Boy is like a 13 year old at heart

But you don’t really act your age either so it’s nice to see someone familiar to you

“Sure!”

Ryoma Hoshi

You honestly didn’t see him at first

He’s so short how

But who cares, he’s a person who needs help like all of the students here

You find him in the game room sitting by himself

You’re trying to meet everyone, he should be the last one

“Hey, I’m Y/n L/n, Ultimate Y/T, what’s your name?”

He stares at you

Tense situation?

“Why would you bother knowing me if I’m just gonna get killed like half of these people”

You weren’t expecting that voice

Deep

“I think it’s better if I know everyone better, to build friendships and to help if anyone needs it”

He chuckles

“You better be careful, you can’t be naive in these situations.”

He reaches out a hand

“Ryoma Hoshi, Ultimate Tennis Pro. Nice to meet you, Y/n.”

Rantaro Amami

You can’t find him for a few hours

Not that you were really searching, you just wanted to meet everyone so you kept an eye out

You saw him leaving the dorms after dinner and stalked followed him to the dining hall

He didn’t expect anyone to come in

He wanted to eat his sandwich alone please

You suddenly grew nervous

What if he decided to kill you? What if he thought you were gonna murder him?!

“You hungry too? I can make you something”

Okay

He’s got a soft voice

“Oh, no thanks. I just saw you walk in here and wanted to introduce myself.”

He saw you follow him but didn’t care, you don’t look like you could kill someone

You walk up to the table he’s sitting at and hold out your hand

“Y/n L/n, Ultimate Y/T.”

“Rantaro Amami, Ultimate...something.”

He shakes your hand

“Ultimate something? You don’t remember?”

“Nope. Crazy, huh.”

He’s so chill about it it’s kinda scary

“...cool.”

You actually sit with him for a bit, talking about your talent (He’s very curious to know about it) and other things like the killing game and small facts about yourself

You sit there until it’s nighttime

You had a great time

Gonta Gokuhara

This boy.

Can you even call Gonta a boy? He’s a man

a gentleman

But all you saw when you first laid eyes on him was six feet of pure scariness

That is until the first words out of his mouth around you were

“But butterflies are harmless creatures! How could Kokichi not understand that?”

Your heart

You want to introduce yourself immediately

You do

You tap on his arm

He spins around and looks down at you

You’re surprised by his red eyes

“Hi um, I’m Y/n L/n, Ultimate Y/T.”

His eyes light up and he smiles

Boy that smile is adorable

This boy wouldn’t hurt a soul

“I am Gonta Gokuhara, Ultimate Entomologist! Welcome to meet you, Y/n!”

You guys talk about your hobbies, which turns to being a gentleman and bugs

You guys plan to go bug hunting the next day

You feel like you already found your new best friend

Kokichi Ouma

You really thought he was thirteen when you first saw him

That’s why is was more believable that he was bawling his eyes out

You asked him if he was okay

but then again who would be, you’re in a killing game now

You ask him if he’s alright

He starts laughing

What the heckie

“Why wouldn’t I be, this is a game after all!”

What the heckie

“uh...”

What do you say in response to that?!

He starts first

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. I am Kokichi Ouma, Ultimate Supreme Leader!”

He poses

What the freak is going on.

“Hey, I told you who I am, you tell me who you are!”

“I’m uh, Y/n L/n, Ultimate Y/T.”

He starts jumping up and down

“Whaaa that’s so cool! Tell me about it!”

You start going into more detail, him actually seeming interested

“You know, you’re not as boring as you look. Let’s talk later!”

He just walks away

...What?

You actually think he’s kinda funny, in an annoying, twelve year old who screams at multiplayer games kind of way.

Korekiyo Shinguji

After the bear had left, you were one of the first to speak

“What do we do?”

No one responded, except for mumbled curses from a few individuals

Everyone immediately started branching off from each other, so you sat down against the stage, resting your head back and closing you eyes

“This is quite the predicament, isn’t it?”

You snap your eyes open, looking to your side, seeing a very pretty boy in a mask, in the same position as you

“Yea...?”

“Oh, I wasn’t talking to you.”

...

“So uh...I really like your hair.”

“Thank you, my sister showed me how to take care of it, especially since it’s so long”

“That’s so sweet! I’m Y/N, Ultimate Y/T”

“Korekiyo Shinguji. Ultimate Anthropologist.”

“What’s that?”

You guys spent a brief moment talking

Well, mostly him explaining his talent

Then everyone started to go their own ways

He stood up. “This has been a pleasant conversation to have, especially in times like this. Stay careful Y/N, this world’s beauty is especially fragile.

He walked away, a small flower where he once sat

You pick it up, putting it in your hair before heading to your dorm

“He seems...nice”

Kiibo

This was seriously freaky

Kill each other? Who would even do that?

The purple haired kid apparently

You watched from the corner of the classroom as the purple haired kid, who’s name was apparently Kokichi, chased the robotic teen.

“Kokichi, I ask you to stop! I currently have no data on those requests!”

“Aww, c’mon! I just wanna know if you have a-

You sigh, looking at the two

“This isn’t a conversation you should be having at this moment, don’t you think?

Just then the ultimate detective strolled in with his partner in crime, and they began to speak to Kokichi

Kiibo came over to your side, thanking you for halting the ‘attack’

“It’s no problem, It seemed to bug you”

“I should properly introduce myself! I am K1-B0, but you can call me Kiibo! I am the ultimate robot!

“That’‘s really interesting Kiibo, I’m Y/N, Ultimate Y/T”

His eyes glazed over, code seemingly running through them

“Ah, I have much knowledge on the topic, but no first hand education. Please, educate me!”

You spent the next few minutes explaining your passion and how you came to develop the ultimate title for it

Kiibo seemed to literally light up at the info, taking it all in and asking expert questions

You would be lying if you said you weren’t a bit disappointed when the detective asked to talk to him

Kiibo was too

With a quick goodbye, you left the room, bouncing with happiness that you found someone to talk to

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#drv3 #drv3 killing harmony #monokuma #korekiyo #singuuji #Danganronpa x reader #danganronpa reader insert #Danganronpa #shuichi saihara #kaito momota #kokichi ouma #ryoma hoshi #gonta gokuhara #danganronpa kiibo #rantaro amami

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fehcanons · 5 years

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With the three paths in Fates, I like to imagine that the memories of the previous paths are embedded in Corrin's subconscious. Like, they can't actively remember what happened in the other timelines, but it's still there influencing some of their thoughts and decisions. Sometimes they have nightmares about having to kill their own siblings, and end up running to the rooms of their siblings, tears in their eyes. Maybe even having a PTSD flashback every once in a while, and nearly passing out.

I loved this idea ever since fates first came out and I;m upset it wasn’t explored, also fates’ writing was…

Growing up, Corrin was always a day dreamer, wondering what would happen if Garon ever let him leave or if his siblings took him out

Those dreams turn into nightmares once he’s forced by both families forcing him to choose

The dreams start off small, wondering what would’ve happened had he joined Hoshido or Nohr

It upsets him to imagine how happy he could’ve been instead of alone with only Azura and their retainers

Those dreams remain around the same, only turning for the worse once more of his siblings turn to their cause

It’s easy when his Camilla turns; their dreams only showing her fury for them. The same is true for when Sakura and Hinoka join

But Elise’s addition haunts him. They dream constantly of Elise’s bloody corpse on the floor, Xander staring at them in disgust

Corrin visits Elise often to check up on her; they make sure to wipe off the tears in their eyes though

When Takumi joins, Corrin gets even more nightmares; the image of Takumi jumping to his death as he yells at them, Takumi’s body just fading away

Ryoma and Xander join nearly at the same time and Corrin’s nightmares increase twofold

Just like their younger siblings, Corrin knows that they’re to blame for it

Corrin’s mood continually worsens as the war wages one

Anankos’ defeat is a brief respite before they get nightmares of Azura

Azura fading as she cries to them, or fading away alone, unable to face Corrin

All of Corrin’s siblings grow worried, Corrin growing despondent from them; Corrin refuses to touch Yato, feeling as if their sibings blood encrust the blade

They try to cheer them up but nothing works; they finally intervene when Corrin passes out one day, the sleep deprivation clear in their eyes

Corrin confesses, all their siblings too shocked to say anything;

Corrin does eventually better with the aid of their siblings, all of them making sure to be with them more often, along with the aid of some sleeping medication

#this kinda ended aburplty but id din't know how to end it without it taking a serious turn #fire emblem #fire emblem headcanons #fire emblem imagines #fe #corrin #fire emblem corrin #fe14 #fe fates #fire emblem fates

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fehdelivers · 5 years

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Ryoma--[Atlas]

Word Count: 1900

Genre: Angsty Fluff

Summary: Kiran was carrying all the world on her shoulders. Not even Atlas can stand alone forever. Ryoma shows her it’s okay to share the burden and take some much deserved rest.

She thought of her world sometimes. Just not in the way she thought she would.

She’s spent endless hours in her study, surrounded by her mountains of books and papers. Strategies upon strategies. Many crumpled in a pile on the floor.

The landscape changed but Kiran remained constant.

She doesn’t sleep like she should. It’s not for lack of trying, but her eyes close and all she sees is her friends falling in battle and her strategies failing one after the other. And so, here she was. Wide awake yet another night with an exhaustion that was bone deep.

On nights like this, she remembers Greek mythology.

She thinks of Atlas.

She thinks how big he must be to carry all the sky on his shoulders, and how small she is for all the weight she felt on hers. She didn’t want to be pretentious. Atlas would laugh at how meager she was and how little her burden compared to his.

All she knew is one morning she woke with her hands shaking and they haven’t quite stopped yet. It was only when she looked for the sky that she found how her little fingers quaking under the heaviness.

Kiran shook her head. Her thoughts were all jumbled but she’s already tried sleeping.

Why was she chosen for this anyway? There were many heroes here that were better leaders and better tacticians. Any one of them could have answered the call of fate better than she could.

She looked down at her most recent strategy with a soft sigh. The plans she threw away and the plans that were passed to the battlefield. War would happen regardless but she couldn’t help feeling she was building it herself, page by page.

The war was painted on her hands, under her skin. Maybe that’s why her hands still shook.

Maybe that’s why battle was all she could see when she closed her eyes.

Kiran groaned in frustration, scrunching her face and rubbing her forehead. She wasn’t getting anywhere thinking like this. Being depressed about it wouldn’t stop anything from happening. She was here and she had a job to do.

“Another late night?”

The deep voice left Kiran jolted from her thoughts. Ryoma stood in the doorway with a deep frown etched on his face. His brows were furrowed in worry. Kiran grimaced and averted her gaze. “Ah...well…”

He didn’t wait for an answer before stepping inside. She knew that look. It was the same one that Alfonse had been wearing. Even Niles had peered at her that way at one point.

The days and nights had blurred together for her. If she wasn’t rushing about then the exhaustion set in. Her body wouldn’t let her rest. Not her aching heart or troubled dreams. Not even her shaking hands. Maybe it’s all crept deeper than she thought. No matter how she tried to pretend otherwise, that ache was part of her now.

The way his brows pinched at the sight of her. Could he see it too?

Ryoma was standing over her desk now, peering over the landscape of her desk and how meager she looked. His expression was hard to read, caught some place between heartbreak and determination.

“Kiran.”

His voice was deep and smooth. Even when he was scolding her, she couldn’t help relaxing just slightly at the sound. She breathed and hesitantly met his gaze. His eyes were soft like rich earth in the summertime. Had his presence always been this comforting? Or was she simply that tired now?

“You need to rest.”

It was good advice. She had told herself that before too and it didn’t work any better now. She swallowed and dropped her eyes back to her paperwork. She fidgeted. “I will.” She promised and lied in the same breath. “I just want to finish this first.”

He took the plan before she could distract herself with it, setting it to the side firmly. Kiran scowled at him in response. He only fixed her with a hard look.

“It can wait until tomorrow.” The smile he offered was supposed to be reassuring. “You can tackle it with a clear head after some sleep.”

Frustration dropped heavy in her stomach. He made it sound like she wasn’t even trying to sleep! Did he think she wanted to do this to herself? Drive herself to the edge and just crawl down, down, down into the pill that she’s ended up in?

She was so fucking tired! But the war was in her bones. And the world was on her shoulders. And if she gripped it too hard, she wondered if the sky would bruise purple under her shaking fingers.

Kiran reached for the paper but Ryoma set his hand over it. Clearly, this was not a request on his part. She glowered and sat back down. “I’m almost done with it. Just a few more minutes would be enough.”

Ryoma didn’t budge. Instead, he sighed and gave her that look again. “Kiran, why are you doing this to yourself?”

The words were soft and spoken gently. Kiran felt a crack somewhere in her chest. Her mouth trembled and again, she thought of Atlas. How big he was and how tiny she was. Kiran grimaced and couldn’t meet his eyes.

Ryoma touched her shoulder and turned her with a kind hand to face him. “Everyday, you look more tired and less like yourself. More than most, I understand the burdens of leadership but you can’t let it break you down like this.” He tilted her head up, brows still furrowed. “You owe that to them and you owe that to yourself.”

Her chest hurt. Kiran quivered under the weight of the world and her heart. “I can’t sleep.” Her voice, like the rest of her, was impossibly small. Her eyes burned. “I can’t stop thinking about what could happen to them if I even just make one mistake.”

The world she stood on must’ve had an ocean, because here it was crawling up her neck and over her head. She choked. Her fears spilled out of her mouth like the last bit of air that she had tried so hard to hold inside. There wasn’t a drop of water in that study.

But she already knew she didn’t need water to drown.

She was crumbling. Under the pressure of the ocean. Under the weight of the world. And Ryoma was right there as she fell to pieces like Atlantis under the sea.

“I just--I’m not enough.”

She blurted, tears swimming in her vision. “I’m just some nobody back home and suddenly I’m a chosen summoner? Anyone--anyone here could have done all of this better than me.” Kiran wrapped her arms around her middle as if trying to hold the pieces of herself together.

“I have no idea what I’m doing! People could get hurt--they could die! It would be all my fault because I’m not some great summoner. I’m just me and that’s not enough for any of this.”

She started shaking at one point. Her legs had buckled and Ryoma was left as the only thing in this world that was holding her up. Kiran sobbed and squeezed her eyes shut.

“I can’t stop thinking about it! My dreams are nothing but people dying and it all being all my fault!”

She pressed her face into his shoulder, and wondered when he had started hugging her like this. Kiran clung to him. “I just thought...maybe I could make up for it somehow. Maybe if I just kept working and if I was careful t-then I could make up for not being anything special, but look at where that’s got me. Saizo nearly got killed last week and I-I can’t keep up with any of this!”

She cried and cried into his shoulder. Ryoma held her together and said nothing of how her tears soaked his shirt.

It hurt to breathe when she finally wept every tear she had left, but it felt so long since she could breathe at all. Ryoma rubbed her back and the silence wrapped around them like a warm blanket.

“Have you truly carried all of that this whole time?”

His voice sounded pained. Kiran didn’t have the energy to answer. Ryoma held her tighter, cheek pressed to the top of her head.

“Some among us have greatness thrust upon us.” He muttered, stroking her hair. He sighed and held her head, tilting her away just enough for her to meet his eyes. His gaze was firm and full of certainty.

“Kiran. You have always been enough.”

The conviction he spoke with made her almost believe him. He leaned his forehead against hers. “I know that fear. I’ve felt it at the back of my mind in every battle I’ve lead.”

Kiran sniffled. “How do you keep going?”

“I trust.”

He smiled and it felt like she was seeing the sun for the first time. “You’re not in this alone. The weight of the world doesn’t fall solely to you. Just as you are working your hardest studying and planning, every warrior who goes to battle trains and puts everything into the fight.”

He kissed her forehead and whispered. “You just need to trust. In them. And in yourself.” Kiran closed her eyes and marveled how the weight lifted off her shoulders.

She thought of Atlas again.

What did it feel like for Hercules to lift the sky off his shoulder even for just a bit? The world wasn’t hers to carry alone. She wondered if it felt like this. Like seeing the sun after so long in the dark. Like breathing again. Like breaking to pieces and trying not to cry when another pair of hands helps pick you back up again.

Kiran leaned against his chest and just breathed. Ryoma smiled. “Here. Let me put all these nightmares to rest.” He cradled her and Kiran was too tired to think anything of it.

“Close your eyes and empty your mind.”

Kiran huffed but did as told. He waited as the room fell silent and her breath slowed. “Envision a relaxing place.” He smiled to himself as he watched her expression relax. The tension she so tightly clung to had finally eased off.

Carefully, he got to his feet with the little summoner cradled in his arms like a bride. He continued muttering softly in her ear. “I am thinking of Hoshido—cherry- blossom trees in bloom...rain in the gardens...a moon on the wane.” Ryoma closed his eyes at the fond memories and he smiled to himself as he left the study for the night with Kiran in tow.

“I must admit that when I've been meditating of late, I have also envisioned something new.” He stepped down the hall, taking the familiar path to the summoners room.

“Places from this realm...the faces of members in the Order of Heroes...and, most of all... I see you, standing on the battlefield.” At this, he offered Kiran’s sleeping form a faint smile. “That image lets me achieve inner balance like no other. I hope that you would feel just the same from my presence here.”

He found her room and brought her to her bed. Ryoma eased her shoes from her feet and her cloak from her shoulders.

She was the picture of peace nestled in her bed with all the nightmares gone. He lingered longer than necessary and brushed her hair back.

“Sleep well.” He spoke with more affection than he’d usually allow, but weren’t they both owed their own vulnerability tonight?

He kissed her forehead one last time and let her rest.

#feh #fire emblem #ryoma #kiran #sfw #fluff #imagine #prompt

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Heres a commission everyone! Its sort of a continuation/insert to the Gonta/reader/Hoshi mafia series! basically, it takes place during the second kidnapping!! Under the cut for length! (also I'm going to revamp my commission page soon, make look a little nicer mostly!)

Shuichi Saihara had a bad habit of looking into things he shouldn't have. It was part of his job, check every lead, overturn every stone to find the truth. So, after a very unusual run-in with Hoshi, the smaller man calling and asking Saihara to drive him home, along with Gonta and (Y/N), he decided to start looking for answers. The three of them looked horribly beat up, covered in bandages and the like, and Hoshi gave him only the briefest of explanations when asked, clearly hiding something. Saihara wasn't too surprised at that, the man could be quite private and no amount of prodding was going to get him to open up. So he dropped the trio off, wishing them luck as they healed and letting them know that they could call him for anything they needed.

Once they had made it inside Saihara drove away, his mind swimming with possibilities for what could have happened. A car accident would make sense, between their injuries and lack of transportation, but why would they be so sheltered about it? Any other ideas he had grew darker and darker as he drove home, unable to shake the questions he had. And, rather than bother the three of you about it, he decided to open his own investigation. No paperwork, no one else brought in to help, just him and his talent, searching endlessly for answers. He gave you rides a few more times until you all got another car, asking seemingly unimportant questions when he could, hoping to get more information. But, the deeper he dug, the worse things got. Once, someone had slammed a door while he was around you, making even Gonta jump and go pale.

He tracked people down, investing more time than was healthy into this. And then, things came to a screeching halt. You were missing. Well, missing may not have been the best term, because for all he knew the three of you might have gone on vacation or something. But it had been three days and he hadn't heard from anyone. Rather than call the police, as he should have, he went to your house, which was a mess. Drag marks left dents in the carpet, a swipe of blood on one wall, doors left open, all signs of foul play. All the evidence he needed to worry. Whatever had happened before seemed to have happened again, the three of you taken who knows where, likely being tortured just as you had before. And Saihara, as both a detective and a friend, couldn't just let that slip by him. He put in a call to a friend, another detective with more experience in gang and mafia activity, asked a few questions that had her probing for information, before making a guess at what happened. He knew of Hoshi’s past, had helped out with his record at one point, knew he had been in a less than desirable position with the local mafia. And, if he was right, this was them getting revenge for what he had done, a second time.

But guessing got him nowhere, an educated assumption wasn't going to locate the three of you. So he got to work, trolling the streets for information, meeting contacts in dark alleys, pen in hand. It was a week or two before he got a solid lead, meeting with a new contact who promised him good information on a location that had been rumored to harbor mafia activity. Saihara was the first to arrive in the dimly lit side street, sitting at a grimy table with a coffee in hand, the only thing keeping him awake at this point. He waited for ten minutes, nearly dozing off a few times till a figure, shrouded in the darkness, sat at the table.

“Saihara?”

“Detective Saihara, yes.”

“Wrong answer.” Saihara didn't have time to react as his throat was squeezed by the thick fingers of a man he couldn't identify.

“You’ve been sniffing in the wrong places, asshole. Shouldn't run around like a child asking about things you aren't a part of. But guess what cupcake? You just bought yourself a one-way ticket to all the answers you could ever want. Too bad you won't live long enough to do anything with them.” Saihara struggled, trying to move his arms, his legs, anything he could do to loosen the grip around his neck. But it was fruitless, the man was stronger than him, pressing on his airway til his vision went spotty. Everything went black as his body slumped onto the table, coffee falling to the ground and spilling on the dirty cement. He woke up under harsh lights, his every joint aching as he tried to sit up. Underneath him was hard flooring, covered in a number of stains that he didn't want to think about. Saihara blinked a few times, swallowing roughly and hacking at the roughness in his throat.

“So he wakes, huh? Bout damn time, Detective, we thought our guy might have killed you by accident, and where would be the fun in that?” Saihara just coughed again, rubbing his neck and sitting up to take a look around.

“Where…”

“The land of your dreams, bitch. You wanted to find this place so damn bad, we brought it to you! Of course, every gift has a price tag on it, this one just happens to be a little steep.” Saihara coughed again, his breathing heavy.

“And what would be?” He muttered, desperately trying to keep calm and fight off the overwhelming anxiety he was feeling.

“Your life.” From somewhere behind him Saihara sensed movement, having no time to dodge before his head was slammed to the floor, hard enough to knock him out. When he awoke next it was in another room, just as bright, but slightly less empty. With foggy vision Saihara started looking around, his movements sluggish as he took in his surroundings. It was a small room with an adjoining bathroom, dirty but not as bad as it could have been, a mattress in the center of one wall and little to nothing else around. What really through Saihara for a loop, though, was who was on that mattress. It was you and Gonta, dozing in each other's arms despite sitting at the edge of the bed as if waiting for him to wake up. More investigation found a wrapped up shirt under where his head had been, keeping him at least marginally comfortable till he woke up.

“Gonta, Gonta look!” You said loudly, enough to make Saihara wince at the pounding headache he hadn't realized he had.

“Huh? Oh! Saihara is awake! Gonta was worried he wouldn't wake up…” Saihara just nodded quietly, managing to stand up with a groan, wobbly on his feet.

“Whoa, sit, you got hit pretty hard, you aren't in good shape to be walking right now.” You held out a hand and Saihara gratefully took it, sitting on the mattress awkwardly, unsure of what to say or where to start. Luckily, Gonta broke the silence quickly.

“How is Saihara here? Gonta and (Y/N) thought they were the only ones the mean men cared about, besides Hoshi.”

“I… started looking for you. You disappeared and after that time I dropped you off from the hospital, I was worried. My leads led me to the mafia and I was supposed to meet a contact, who turned out to be a lot less helpful than I'd hoped. He knocked me out and brought me here, that's really all I can remember. I'm… sorry if this has made things worse for you, in any way.” You shook your head, offering a weak smile to your friend.

“Don't worry about us, we’re… used to this, I guess. That's kind of sad, honestly.” Gonta nodded, digging in a bag for something.

“Here, Saihara should eat something, Gonta and (Y/N) have plenty.” Saihara took the chip bag gingerly, holding it as if it were unstable.

“Sorry, it's pretty much all they give us, but at least they feed us.” Saihara smiled in thanks and slowly worked his way through the bag, finding he was far hungrier than he thought.

“Are you both okay? It's been a few weeks since we’ve seen you at all.” You nodded, running a hand through your messy hair.

“We’re alive. And that's all we can really hope for. They have Ryoma, we think he's being forced to do their bidding but we think he's alive still. Most of the time, nothing happens here. They give us food and every now and then talk to us, but that's it. They can watch us through that,” You motioned toward a camera in a corner, pointed at the mattress directly.

“So they don't bother to check on us, they can see everything. Right, assholes?!” You shouted at the camera, throwing a prepackaged snack at it and missing, a sigh heaving through you.

“Has it really been so long? Gonta didn't realize he and (Y/N) had been here that many weeks.” Saihara nodded, rubbing the bump on his forehead from where he had been knocked out.

“I should have called the police, I should have started a real investigation. I'm not a good detective, especially since I ended up making things worse.” You shook your head quickly, a hand on Saihara’s shoulder.

“No, you tried to help us. These people… these assholes have a lot more power than we thought.” Saihara just nodded, closing his eyes for a moment. He wasn't able to relax, though, jumping when a metallic creaking echoed through the room. Immediately, Gonta moved you and Saihara behind him, arms raised protectively.

“Awww how sweet, big scary animal is trying to protect you guys, isn't that cute?” The color drained from your face at an all too familiar voice, one you had hoped to never hear again if you could avoid it. It was the leader, still nameless to you, two men behind him watching with eagle eyes. You didn't dare attempt anything, though, you knew the consequences well enough.

“You, girlie, need to mind your fucking temper. Don't go trying to break our camera, those things aren't cheap!” He grabbed your chin, fingers digging into your flesh and forcing you to look at him.

“You remember what happens when you act up, right? Go on, fucking say it, bitch.”

“Someone gets hurt.” You muttered, using all your self-control to keep from spitting in the man's face, his scent making you feel sick.

“That's right. And now, we have another plaything to hit if we want to. We might need the two of you alive, but that goddamn snoop isn't important. We can kill him anytime we want to, so you better behave. And you better hope that your midget boyfriend does too. Wouldn't want to have to cut up that pretty face, would we?” The man smirked at Saihara, who kept his face void of emotion, hiding his fear despite the shivering.

“Enjoy this time with your friend, kitties, because he caught me in a good mood. I should have just killed him, made an example out of him, but instead, I've given you a second life! At least, for the moment. I don't like to make promises I can't keep.” Finally, he pulled back, letting you breathe for a moment. If there was one thing you were grateful for, it was that things never got more intimate than that, but that still left you with plenty to worry about. The door slammed shut and a collective sigh of relief echoed through the room, Gonta letting his arms fall to his side. You immediately wiped your face with your shirt, feeling disgusting from having those filthy fingers on you.

“Are you okay?” You nodded, letting yourself fall onto your back on the mattress.

“I'm fine, just… yeah.” Saihara nodded in understanding, unable to put a word to his current emotions. There was fear, sure, enough to make his bones shake under his skin. But more than that, there was despair. A feeling of hopelessness, like this was it, he wasn't going to get out. Maybe it was a premonition, maybe it was overthinking, but regardless, he couldn't shake it from his mind.

“Does Saihara want to lay down? He doesn't need to sit like that, Gonta and (Y/N) don't mind sharing.” Awkwardly, Saihara laid down as well, staring at the ceiling and letting his mind wander. It was all he could do, stare at the white sheetrock, covered in stains, and let himself drift til finally, his broken body gave in to sleep. You sat up after he fell asleep, smiling sadly. Gonta looked at you with worry in his eyes, a hand on yours.

“Is (Y/N) okay?” You nodded before laying back down, kicking the threadbare blanket over the three of you.

“Just worried. For Saihara, I don't think… I'm worried about what they’ll do to him.” Gonta threaded your fingers with yours, letting you squeeze tightly.

“Gonta will protect him and (Y/N), no matter what. A gentleman wouldn't let a friend get hurt.”

“I know.” You said softly, letting Gonta hold you close and sighing. Your hand didn't leave his, though, anchoring you as you slowly managed to drift off, all the excitement exhausting. Saihara was the first to wake up, hours later, gently slipping out of bed to use the bathroom and standing in the doorway when he returned. You and Gonta had curled up together, Gonta protectively wrapped around you with your hands clasped together closely. For only a moment, he smiled, because in any other situation it would be sweet, romantic even. But in here… It was an instinct, survival, a way to keep each other safe and sane. Saihara paced the room restlessly, keeping his shoes off in hopes of not making any sound, but before long you were sitting up.

“Saihara… what's wrong?” You asked, voice gravelly with sleep, your movement stirring Gonta.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“You were muttering, but it's fine, we never sleep long anyway. What about you, though? Are you alright?” Saihara just nodded, forcing a pained smile and slowing down, not wanting to worry the two of you. He kept replaying it all in his mind, every word he had heard, every inflection of tone. He did this when he was anxious, worked himself into a frenzy, looking for a missing piece, a solution, an answer.

“Just restless is all.” You nodded in understanding, remembering how it had been when you and Gonta had first been taken.

“You get used to it, after a while. You’ll try not to, you’ll try to act like shit isn't as bad as it is, like everything is fine, but it's not. Nothing is fine here. Just… let us help, okay?” Saihara offered a thankful nod and finally sat down, Gonta pulling out more food, letting you pick first. He offered the options to Saihara next, letting him choose before taking the last one for himself.

“Wait, Gonta, you don't like those, switch with me.” You muttered, nudging your breakfast toward him gently.

“Gonta doesn't mind, he knows (Y/N) doesn't like this one either, so he’ll eat it.” You tried again to get him to switch, feeling bad that he was taking the worst choice for himself, but Gonta was determined, holding his ground till you gave in and started eating your own food. And slowly, Saihara settled into the routine, or lack of. With three people there were more options for conversation, but little more, much of the time spent in silence or napping, all you really could do. Saihara was the easiest to wake up, startling at even the slightest noise when you or Gonta wouldn't pick up on it. He spent those moments in deathly quiet, sat up in the bed while you and Gonta slept. The two of you always were close together, even on the occasional night that Gonta chose to sleep on the floor, feeling guilty for taking up much of the bed.

Tonight had been one of those nights, Gonta insisting he lay on the floor, using a variety of things to cushion the hard ground. But, Saihara noticed, your hand was hanging off the mattress, nearly linked with Gonta’s, the two of you had fallen asleep holding hands. Saihara swallowed thickly, trying to push down the growing fear that was rising in his throat. Things had been so… calm, as of late. No unexpected visits from anyone, no violence, nothing. And much as Saihara wanted to deny it, he had gotten used to this life of captivity. But, just as he had expected, things didn't stay calm for long. One night (or day, he couldn't tell anymore) there was a loud banging on the thick metal door that blocked the three of you from the outside world. It seemed more like a courtesy knock than anything, as the door slammed open quickly and a stream of men followed. At the front of it, of course, was the leader, smirking at your confusion as all three of you shot up in bed.

“Rise and shine, birdies, time to get the fucking worm! Well, I suppose you're the worms, what with the garbage you like to hang around.” You rubbed your bleary eyes and scowled, crossing your arms and glaring wordlessly.

“No smiles for the big boss today? Well, it doesn't matter, I'll be done with you three soon. Up, now, and don't fuckin’ try anything.” No one moved, the sort of quiet defiance that you exercised whenever you could.

“Really? Going to play this fucking game with me? I am not in the fucking mood for this. Get the fuck up so we can pick one of you to go on a trip.” Immediately Gonta moved, going across the bed in front of you and Saihara, arms out to the side and shielding you from the men's gazes.

“Gonta won't let you take anyone! He won't let (Y/N) or Saihara get hurt!” The leader rolled his eyes, tipping his head at two menacing looking followers.

“Really, jolly green giant? Come on, we’ve done this goddamn dance a hundred times now, your gentleman shit is getting really fucking old. Take him, boys, don't worry about being gentle.” You quickly grabbed Gonta’s arm, trying to pull him away from the other men, but it was fruitless. Someone's face moved far too close to your own, rank breath slipping between his missing teeth and nearly making you gag.

“Girly, I wouldn't try that shit if I were you. We’ve been very fucking nice with you and your boy toy, plus that fucking string bean detective. Play nice, or we won't.” He hissed, threatening enough to make you let go of Gonta’s arm. Immediately he was hauled up by the others, despite his struggling.

“Do what you have to to get him under control.” The leader sing-songed, barely audible over your screams.

“Let him go! Take me dammit! Fucking take me! Asshole, let Gonta go! Now!” You cried, fighting the tears that burned in your eyes. Never before had they separated you like this, every minute of this hell had been shared with Gonta, making it at least slightly more bearable. Now, though, Gonta was being dragged away, Saihara grabbing your hand before you could try to follow, just looking at you quietly with his wide eyes, pupils dilated with fear.

“Don't.” He muttered, keeping you still. You stopped struggling after a moment, knowing Saihara was right, although that didn't keep you from screaming. Gonta was no better, trying to pull out of the men's arms and run.

“Dammit, why is he fucking like this!?” One of the men yelled, the other landing a sharp punch to Gonta’s temple that left him dazed. It was enough to haul Gonta out of the room without much issue, leaving you and Saihara alone with the leader.

“See you soon, kiddies. Or, well, maybe not quite so soon, who knows.” The resounding noise of the heavy door closing rung in your ears as you fought to breathe, a panic attack welling up in your chest.

“Breath, breath (Y/N), please!” Saihara tried to hold your hand but you were shaking, getting up to pace by the door.

“They took him…” You muttered, breathing hard as you walked circles into the concrete floor. Saihara gave you a moment, unsure of what to do, before taking you by the arm and bringing you to the bed. You finally started to calm down when his trembling hand rubbed your back, lulling you slightly.

“What are they going to do to Gonta?” You asked quietly, choking on a sob.

“I don't know, but don't think too much about it, okay?” Saihara said quietly, his voice as uneven as your own.

“W-what if… what if they…” You broke into sobs despite your efforts to keep from crying, your entire body heaving with the force of it. Saihara awkwardly held you, doing his best to make you feel better as he tried to come down from his own anxiety. If they had taken Gonta, were you next? Or him? And where was he being taken to? Surely not outside, likely to some other room in the warehouse building, another one just as filthy and empty. But what was the reason for it? Just to torture you mentally? To keep you in line? All Saihara had were questions and the blank walls fielded no answers as you cried yourself into exhaustion, eventually falling asleep in his arms so that he could gingerly lay you down. But Saihara didn't sleep beside you, sitting up and watching the door vigilantly, knowing that this was his fault. Had he not gone digging around, you and Gonta might not have been pulled apart, you might have been much better off at this moment.

But it didn't matter, not a hissing sound caught his attention and a gas, odorless and colorless, filled his lungs, knocking the detective out before he could even register the disturbance. You woke up alone, hours later, the bed empty and cold on both sides of you. The realization was jarring, sending you sitting up in a panic before a blinding headache hit you. It was a pain you had felt before, when you had been taken from your home, and slowly the gears of your mind clicked into place, giving you enough insight to know what happened. However, that didn't stop you from panicking, getting up and grabbing a balled up wrapper, throwing it at the camera mounted in the corner.

“Asshole! Where the fuck are they! Tell me, now, before I fucking break down this door!” You screamed, going on and on until your voice was hoarse. And yet, still no reply. Nothing but silence and your own heartbeat reverberating off of the walls.

In another room, closer than you would have thought, Gonta was on the floor with his arms tied behind his back, sitting up and staring at the man in the nearby chair, who functioned as a guard. In another chair was Saihara, slumped forward with his arms tied behind the chair, still unconscious. After what felt like ages, a door opened, the man Gonta recognized as the leader striding in.

“He's still out? Damn, he's even weaker than I thought, fuck. This isn't even going to be fun at this point.” The man sighed, grabbing the front of Gonta’s shirt and tugging him up to his feet.

“You fucked up, asshole. If you hadn't tried to be so damn chivalrous, we wouldn't have to punish you. But, well, I can't say I'm going to mind that too much. You’re so weak-willed, it’ll be fun to see if this finally breaks you. You and that asshole boyfriend of yours. I want to see tears, got it?” The man left without another word, kicking Saihara’s chair and laughing. Gonta was only more confused by the mention of Hoshi, part of him wondering if perhaps he was going to get to see him. But that, as much as he wanted to see the smaller man, Hoshi being here never meant anything good. Yet, he was left with more questions than answers, just as you were left with dead silence in your own room. It seemed like years, all on your own in there, the only thing keeping you company being your own thoughts and the memory of Gonta being taken away. You had no clue what they were going to do with him or Saihara, memories of torture and pain flooding your mind.

You knew they had no souls, the men keeping you here, and they wouldn't have any qualms pushing Gonta to the brink of death, or even over it. You paced until your feet hurt, finally sitting in bed and breathing shallowly. You had no clue what to do, no amount of yelling or screaming was going to change the fact that you were alone. And so, despite your best efforts, you cried. It was all you could do at that point, curling up and shaking till you were too exhausted to even sniffle. Your eyes were heavy and aching, closing unintentionally. You had nearly fallen asleep when the loud banging of fists against steel, making you shoot up. Even though your blurry vision you knew what was happening, just letting yourself be picked up and dragged off without much struggle. You didn't have the energy to care or fight the men, just going along with whatever they wanted. Finally, you were dropped in a room, shoved to the floor unceremoniously and groaning at the pain. You blinked a few times, your eyes going wide when you saw Saihara and Gonta, both tied up and bit worse for wear.

“(Y/N)! Gonta is so glad (Y/N) is safe!!” Gonta smiled tiredly at you, Saihara weakly nodding along.

“You too, Gonta, I was so worried about you guys…”

“Better keep worrying, babycakes. Cause shits only about to get worse.” You winced at the sound of the leader's voice in your ears, the fine hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

“I fucking hate you.” You muttered, sitting up slowly and letting your arms be tied back, knowing fighting would only make things worse.

“Hate me all you want, not gonna change a single fucking thing. But hey, at least you’ll get to see your boy-toy today, since I'm so nice.” You perked up a little at the mention of Hoshi, cautiously optimistic about what was going to happen here.

“Where’s Ryoma?”

“Don't get your panties in a knot, bug boy. He's on his way now, but I'd be careful what you wish for.” The room went quiet as you waited, obsessing over every little noise, hoping it was Hoshi. Finally, the door opened, Hoshi accompanied by another man.

“What the fuck?! You told me-”

“What do you take me for, an honest man? Fucking hilarious.” You breathed a sigh of relief when Hoshi seemed unharmed, albeit exhausted.

“(Y/N), Gonta, are you alright? And what is Saihara doing here?” You tried to smile, hoping it would soothe Hoshi’s worries.

“We’re okay, I promise. Saihara was trying to help us after we were kidnapped, but they got him too…”

“Gonta made sure (Y/N) was kept safe, he tried to protect her.” Hoshi nodded and ruffled Gonta’s hair gently before shooting a glare at the leader, trying to keep his anger contained.

“Oh, little kitty looks fuckin’ pissed, did we do something wrong?” The leader teased, smirking as Hoshi dug his nails into his palm.

“Fuck you, untie them. Now!”

“Do you need a reminder of who’s in charge here? Cause me and the boys would be happy for a demonstration.” Hoshi shook his head, sucking air in between his teeth.

“Good boy. Don't let that shit happen again. Now, it's time for a little game!” You and Gonta each stiffened at the sound of that, Saihara still too out of it to realize what was happening.

“The fuck are you trying to do here?”

“It's fucking simple, but I guess your midget body comes with a tiny fucking brain. You have two choices, you pick one, you go through with it, everyone wins. Well, not everyone, but we do! And that's what matters, right?” You scooted closer to Gonta, hoping it would ease your tension a little.

“What do I have to choose, then?”

“Kill that nosy fucking detective, or watch those two get fucked up even worse than they are now. I know, I know, that's quite the fucking decision to make! I'll give you sixty seconds to figure out just how selfish you are, better choose wisely.” The man started counting down, each number sung out with far more joy than you could comprehend.

“Don't do it, Ryoma, we’ll be fine! You don't have to do it, Gonta and I will be okay!” You looked at Saihara and bit your lip. You could take another beating, sure, but you had no clue what the men were planning to do with you and Gonta, not to mention what they could do with Hoshi.

“Gonta doesn't want Saihara to be killed, Gonta would rather get hurt instead!” Hoshi kept staring at the floor, his expression never changing no matter how much you called out to him.

“Ryoma! Please!”

“If you aren't sure, let me remind you that we don't have to keep both your little treasures alive, we only really need one to keep you in check.” The man resumed counting, the numbers getting lower and lower as Ryoma clenched his fists.

“Five. Four. Three.” He started drawing out the words, grinning.

“Two.”

“Fine! Fucking fine goddammit!! I'll do it, I'll do whatever you fucking want, just don't hurt them!”

“Music to my ears, took you long enough, I almost thought I'd have to decide for myself!” Your eyes burned with tears that you couldn't hold back, Saihara finally gaining enough strength to struggle and cry out.

“No! Ryoma you don't have to do this, you can-”

“Will someone please shut that bitch up? I'm getting really fucking tired of her voice. Day in and day out, ‘let us go’ and ‘fuck you’ and oh, my personal favorite. ‘You’ll fucking pay for this’.” He raised his voice to mimic yours, making you seeth enough to try and get to your feet. Your attempt was shut down quickly as a dirty rag was shoved in your mouth, keeping you quiet. Gonta couldn't seem to find his voice, watching in horror as Hoshi was handed a gun.

“Nice and clean, got it? I mean, feel free to make it last if you want, have a little fun, but don't try anything cute. Those two will pay if you do.” Hoshi took the gun and gripped it with white knuckles, his hand shaking. He kept his vision trained on the ground, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

“No… please…” Saihara groaned, his head weighing heavy as he tried to look up at Hoshi.

“Sorry,” Hoshi muttered, raising the gun slowly. He held it blindly near Saihara’s head, his heart beating out of his chest. He didn't want to do this, didn't want to kill anyone, didn't want anyone to get hurt, especially not Saihara. But if he didn't do this, if he didn't pull the trigger, you would get hurt. The men would use you like a punching bag, and Gonta too, there was no telling what kind of state you would be left in after. He was doing this to save the two of you, that was all. He was doing this for the people he loved, even if it would mean he hated himself forever. Hoshi could barely hear himself think over all the noise in the room and his own labored breathing, finger grazing the trigger and twitching against it. It was as if time slowed down, his body tense with anticipation as he tried to pull the trigger. But his finger shook against the chilled metal, unable to pull inward.

“R-Ryoma…” Gonta cried softly, watching with wide, wet eyes. And before he could stop himself, Hoshi let the gun drop from his trembling hands. It made a loud noise when it hit the cement floor, luckily remaining unfired, and it was like the world stopped for a moment. Despite himself, Hoshi’s eyes burned with tears that he bit his lip to keep contained, breathing softly.

“Fuckin’... wow. Just wow, that's all I have to say to you. You fucking shithead!” A nasty punch to the side of the head nearly knocked Hoshi over, barely catching his balance.

“You are just the same fucking brat I've been trying to teach a lesson to all this goddamn time! Here id thought you had fucking learned!” The leader punctuated his sentence with a kick to Hoshi’s shin, sending him to the ground so he could press a boot to his chest.

“I should fucking kill all three of them right in front of you, right now. I should cut up that pretty girl, then move onto to the baby detective, I'd do the giant last, make him suffer. That's exactly what I should fucking do, but I won't. In fact, I'm feeling very, very generous today.” The man took his foot off of Hoshi, smirking a little as he sat up.

“I won't touch their faces, this time. But I'll make sure I leave a few pretty little marks elsewhere.” Hoshi could barely watch as you and Gonta were yanked to your feet and surrounded by the leader's lackeys, holding you in place with a few well-placed blows.

“Where to start… How about here?” You screamed as a knife was dragged from your shoulder down your arm, leaving a six-inch slice that bled immediately. You sobbed at the pain, Hoshi yelling for them to stop, to hurt him instead. But no one listened, starting in on beating you up while a similar cut was made on Gonta’s back, diagonal and deep.

“Stop fucking hurting them! Let them go!” Hoshi tried to fight, finally getting the man to pause what he was doing.

“Had enough? I guess I could stop, for now, give them a minute to breathe. I gotta finish what I started though, wouldn't be a man of my word if I didn't, right?” He scooped up the gun from the floor, tossing it between his hands recklessly before pointing at Saihara’s head.

“P-please… don't… I w-won't-” He was cut off with the echoing noise of a gunshot, eyes frozen wide with fear as the life left his body immediately. You screamed through the rag in your mouth, blinking away the tears that you weren't able to wipe. Gonta was sobbing, Hoshi digging his nails roughly into his palms as he stared at the ground.

“It's really no fun when they die so fast, you know? Fuckin’ boring is what it is, but whatever, can't be helped. You, take our favorite little murderer and get rid of him, I'll figure out our next plan for him later. Put the noisy girl in her room, I'll deal with this one.” He nodded his head at Gonta, who looked all the more terrified. You fought as you were pulled to your feet and dragged out of the room, your protests and profanities lost to your gag. You were finally pulled entirely off the ground so that you wouldn't drag your feet, tossed into your room with a roll of bandages to patch yourself up. You could barely find the strength to move to the bed, breathing hard with the effort as you bandaged yourself as best you could. And, once again, you were left alone, haunted by the images in your mind.

Saihara was dead, all because he had tried to save you all, because he wanted to help. You had no clue what was happening to Gonta back in that room, or what state Hoshi was in either. You didn't want to let yourself hope, knowing that would only make it hurt more when things took a turn for the worst. Your arm stung like hell as you laid down, pulling the threadbare blanket over yourself. You didn't sleep, just watching the door with burning eyes, hoping someone would come through it. Hoshi had been none too gently escorted outside, a kick to the back of the knees sending him to the dirt.

“Fuck you! Let me in, goddammit! Let me the fuck in!” Hoshi banged on the door till his fists were bruised, finally sinking to the ground in anguish. He felt like he couldn't breathe, staring at his hands. He had killed so many with these hands, but this time… this time he had killed someone he cared about. Someone who had never done anything wrong, just wanted to help people. And to make it all worse, you and Gonta had seen it all.

Up till now, the two of you hadn't had to see him like that, had only heard the stories. And Hoshi wasn't sure he could face either of you again, in or out of the warehouse. Couldn't see the way your view of him would change, the inevitable fear and disgust in your eyes. He would get the two of you out of there, then leave, giving the two of you the best chance possible to lead better lives. That was the best thing to do, right? Finally, Hoshi got up, heading towards his car and finally sitting down, letting himself slightly relax. At least out here, in this car, he wouldn't be hurting anyone. Back in the other room, Gonta was cowering on the floor, not bothering to keep a brave face on.

“Now, what to do with you. See, we weren't planning to keep you here any longer than we had to, what with all the cleaning up I need to do. But you just had to fight again, had to be a stupid fucking gentleman, or whatever. Now, normally I just like to use brute force for this shit, keep it simple, have some fun. But I think it would be nice to see you squirm, and make that asshole feel just about as bad as possible. Read this, don't try and say anything else, no fucking funny shit. There may just be one of me in here right now, but I will knock your ass to the ground. Now, be a good little boy, and start talking when he picks up the phone.”

Gonta’s shaky hand took the paper that was handed to him, doing his very best to avoid looking in Saihara’s direction, unable to deal with the reality of the limp body in the chair. His ropes were cut and a phone was handed to him, still ringing, Gonta holding it to his ear and waiting.

“What the fuck now?” Gonta took a shaky breath and looked to the paper, glancing up to see a gun leisurely pointed in his direction.

“Y… you’re a horrible person, Ryoma. You killed so many people, and you don't even care.” Gonta tried to collect himself for a moment, only to have the gun shaken towards him. Over the phone, Hoshi tried to say something, but Gonta interrupted him.

“You killed our friend, Ryoma. You k-killed him. How could you do that? You don't care about u-us, me or (Y/N). You just want to keep yourself safe. We thought you loved us, Ryoma, we thought you cared. W-why are you so disgusting? Why are you such a bad person? Why did you kill our friend?” Gonta’s voice shook and he heard Hoshi choke back a sob over the line.

“Hang up.” The man muttered, and Gonta did as he was told, cradling the phone in his palms.

“Now, was that so hard?”

“G-Gonta… wants to go now.”

“I guess I can let you go back to your room, I have to deal with this mess. Get the fuck up, then, and you better not try to fuckin’ run, there’ll be so many bullets in you that all you can taste is lead.” Gonta handed the phone back and got to his feet, nearly stumbling in the process.

“Let's go, you little shit.” He was pushed forward, crying out at the hand over his still fresh cut, but walked regardless, following directions till he found himself in his room.

“Gonta!” You shot up, running to his side and helping him down to the ground.

“G-Gonta is… not a gentleman…” He muttered, eyes closing slowly as you held him tightly, letting him rest. Hoshi, still in his car, hadn't managed to move or hang up his phone since the call ended, the dull beeping ringing in his ears. Gonta had said everything he knew about himself, but hearing it from his boyfriend, his sweet, gentle, loving boyfriend… It was a testament to just how bad of a person he really was. He was beyond disgusting, this was just the final nail in the proverbial coffin. But something didn't seem quite right. After being with Gonta for so long, Hoshi had gotten used to the unusual way he spoke, always referring to himself and others in the third person. But the words he had just heard had been different, almost as if they were scripted.

But Hoshi tried to erase that thought quickly, it didn't matter, the truth wasn't any different. He still had to get the two of you out, and then get as far away as possible, for everyone's sake. There was only one reason to keep going now, to the people he loved and keep them safe, no matter what it cost him. So he drove home, doing his best to stay between the lines of the road in spite of his blurry vision. But once he got to bed, he couldn't rest, just replaying it all over and over. He could still feel the weight of the gun in his hands, the chilled metal heavy with burden. He could still see Saihara’s eyes every time he closed his own, terrified and haunting. And, somehow worse, the horror on your face when the gun went off, ringing in everyone's ears. He laid on his side, staring blankly at the wall, Gonta’s voice echoing through the silence, reminding of just how much worse than worthless he was now.

Back at the warehouse, you had laid down beside Gonta, precariously close to the door but not willing to risk waking him up to move him. You managed to use the bandages to wrap up his wound, a difficult job given its placement. Somehow, you managed to rest a while yourself, only waking up to the sound of sobs. You sat up slowly, quickly surveying the room to find it empty, aside from you and Gonta, the source of the noise. You moved over to where he was curled up on the bed, knees pulled to his chest as he cried.

“G-Gonta, he… he s-said horrible things to R-Ryoma…” You hushed him, pulling him into your arms and hugging him as tight as you dared with the fresh injuries.

“Its okay, shh.” “Gonta knows it's not! The m-man made him say horrible things to Ryoma, made him tell Ryoma he was h-h-horrible!” Gonta’s voice shook roughly and you ran your hands through his tangled hair, doing your best to soothe him.

“G-Gonta isn't a gentleman if he says such nasty things to people he loves.”

“Hey, you didn't want to say any of it, right?” Gonta nodded and you gave him a soft smile.

“Then it's okay. Ryoma might not know it yet, but next time we see him, we’ll explain, okay? He knows, and I know, that you aren't the kind of person to say something like that. You were threatened by that horrible fucking asshole, he made you say it, and that's not your fault, okay?” You thumbed away Gonta’s tears softly until his breathing evened out, finally losing the tension he had been holding. You pulled him close and muttered softly while gently taking knots out of his hair with your fingers, knowing it helped him relax. The peace only lasted for a few moments, though, until your door opened once again. You immediately moved in front of Gonta, just as he had for you and Saihara before, arms out protectively.

“Go the fuck away. Haven't you had enough of torturing us today?” The man smirked, arms crossed over his chest.

“Not quite, sweetie. See, my boys and I are getting pretty fucking bored of your boyfriend, he keeps actually managing to get shit done, and that's no fun. So we’re going to give him one more mission, then we’ll let you go!” You perked up but didn't lower your guard, knowing nothing was ever so easy.

“Where's the catch?”

“The catch? Oh right! That catch.” The man grinned, his yellow stained teeth making you twitch your nose.

“The catch is… that he's going to die in this mission. There's no fucking way he makes it out alive, not with what we want him to do. And once he's dead, and rest assured, we’ll make damn sure he's actually dead, your ours to do whatever with. I haven't decided what quite yet, but that's all the fucking fun! So many choices!” You shuddered to think of what might happen, but bit your lip before your thoughts could stray too far.

“And what if he doesn't?”

“Huh?”

“What if he doesn't die? What if he does this, lives, will you actually let us go? Or are you more of a fucking liar than I thought?” The man sighed, starting to back out of the room. “I wouldn't get your hopes up, darlin’. No need to waste brain cells on shit that's filed under the category of ‘never going to fucking happen’. Yeah, sure, if he somehow pulls this out of his ass, I'll let you go. But he won't. And you’ll be my little prisoners for the rest of your sad lives.” With that, the door closed and you turned back to Gonta, holding his hand tightly.

“This might be it, baby.”

“But what if Ryoma-” You stopped him with a gentle kiss to the nose, managing a smile.

“He’ll do it, he’s Ryoma, after all. We just have to believe in him, and before we know it, we’ll be out of here.” You were saying it just as much for yourself as you were Gonta, hoping that if you said the words out loud that things would end the way you wanted. You and Gonta laid down in silence, holding each other close, each hoping, with every fiber of your being, that Hoshi would come out of this alive.

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lore-a-lie · 6 years

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Bonus Chapter: Courting Disaster

Love Hotel

He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. There was no getting around that fact.

Monokuma caught him in a moment of weakness, and he was an idiot for letting his loneliness overtake him. This was no way he should be “reaching out” to others. He knew this wouldn’t solve anything.

The bear told him that if all went well he’d be the only one to really remember this. That throws a lot of suspicion over how “consentual” anything in this love hotel can be. As if anyone would ever want him.

But if his partner really wanted to go that far what was he supposed to do? He wanted some connection sure, any type he could get his hands on like a miserable thief, but not like this. And the last thing he wanted was to make someone else here miserable. None of them deserved that.

Except Korekiyo, but if that’s who he found on the other side of the door it would be an entirely different story.

Monokuma claimed he couldn’t move bodies after all. So if that bastard showed his face no one would need to suffer a trial until at least three people who “visited” this place found him. Two visits minimum.

More than enough time for him to make his peace so he could confess. He was ready for any execution Monokuma could give him after all. Being here has already been a reprieve from what he deserved.

Attacking him like this would be underhanded sure, but it’s not like his “victim” hadn’t done the same. Any guilt he felt for thinking this way was easily outweighed by not recognizing the threat that he was.

In some sick way that was who he was hoping was waiting for him in that room now. At least then he wouldn’t have to put his morals against someone else’s “fantasy”.

But of course he wouldn’t be that lucky. In some sicker sense he turned out even luckier.

Because when Ryoma Hoshi opened that door it was Kaede Akamatsu sitting on that tacky bed.

He should have walked away, but he didn’t. Out of everyone she was the person he least wanted to cause any trouble for, and he definitely couldn’t take knowing he ruined her night on a whim.

She was in her normal clothes again, and considering how short her skirt was he wasn’t sure if this was meant to be a gift or a curse. So he chose not to think about it, and let the awkward silence stay.

Girls are unpredictable after all, and while he’s obviously both under qualified and undeserving the least he could do is try to fit whatever ideal fantasy was in her head to the best of his ability. With some limits.

There was no way in hell he was low enough to let things go too far now. She deserved a lot better.

The silence clearly wasn’t actually doing Kaede any favors as it looked like the longer he kept quiet the more nervous she was becoming. Unless this too could be part of her “fantasy”? Girls can be weird.

“U-Ummm… Do you remember what today is?” She began when the pause got to be too much to bear.

Okay, that’s pretty tame. I mean she’s gotta know where she is, and it’s probably not her birthday. My girl used to tease me about how guys never remembered the important dates or milestones. Maybe her fantasy is just being in a long term relationship? Boy that’s cute. But it suits her. Sweet, simple, earnest.

“Oh? And I here I was hoping you forgot or I got the date wrong. I mean, it’s our anniversary right? Didn’t really find the time to get you anything though, sorry. It kinda snuck up on me.”

“Y-you remembered?” (What? Was I supposed to not know it? I thought girls normally prefer “reliable” guys. Unless she prefers them to be the sort she can help build up into that. Like Shuichi was. Oh well.)

“Was I not supposed to?” he tried asking with what he hoped came across as a smug smirk. It wasn’t like he could really backpedal now right?

“Sorry, it’s just my friends told me boys could get kinda forgetful about these things.” She answered with a blush as she scratched at her cheek in embarrassment. But she wasn’t unhappy about this. Good.

“They’re probably not wrong, but it depends on the guy I’d think.”

“Then I guess I’m one of the lucky ones!” (GOD WHY IS SHE ALWAYS SO CUTE? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad one anymore, what’s wrong with me?)

After taking a moment to let out some nervous giggles Kaede straightened herself out to ask him a question. One that must have been pretty serious to have her worked up like this.

“It’s okay to not do presents or anything I think. But since it’s our anniversary… I want you to say it, Ryoma…” (Uh oh. Okay. This can’t be too hard, right? What could she possibly want a guy to say here?)

“... I love you?” (Ooookay, no that was not the right answer. Great going Ryoma. But damn if that look on her face isn’t worth it. Geez even her little cowlick is so frazzled it’s practically heart-shaped.)

“W-w-what?!” Kaede’s face was nearly the same red as the cheesy lighting as she tried to recover.

“Sorry, did you want me to say something else?”

“W-well, I mean… I’m not complaining, but it’s not what I was expecting. It’s nice to hear though! Since I was the one who confessed to you and all.” Despite her teacher-like pose she was still redder than a beet.

Ryoma swallowed a bit as he ran through his options. (It’s not like she’d remember this, so why not play along with it? We’re just talking, so it should be harmless. So why not be a bit more honest to yourself?)

“It’s true enough. I still have no idea why you kept chasing after a guy like me anyway.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that! I mean, we’ve been together this long.”

“Just pointing out the obvious sweetheart. You coulda done a lot better than a guy like me.”

There was a distinct gasp as Kaede’s face flushed. For a horrifying second Ryoma worried he’d broken her out of the dream before he realized this was a good thing. (Okay, found it!... What did I say though?)

“... Can you call me that again?”

“You mean “sweetheart”?”

If it was possible her face got even redder as she covered her face with her hands and started kicking her legs like some giddy little kid. (WHY DOES SHE KEEP ACTING SO CUTE?! IS THIS MY PUNISHMENT NOW?)

“This… is the first time you’ve called me something other than just Kaede.”

My heart can’t take this. I’m pretty sure if she gets any sweeter I’ll get diabetes. I know I don’t deserve this. I never will again. I gave all this up a long time ago, so why do you have to keep taunting me like this?

“So, you want me to get in the habit of calling you by a pet name? Do I get one too?” He asked, playing the part of confident naive brat best he could as he teased her a bit. Heaven knows how long it’s been since that stupid cocky kid and everyone he loved died over some dumb bet. But no one else will now.

“Hey, no fair! How come I’m the only one embarrassed by all of this?”

Before Ryoma could come with any response Kaede turned and tried to take him into her arms, which considering their height difference ended up causing her to lose her balance and practically pin him to the bed. Which was marginally less embarrassing than him being treated like a weird teddy bear. Again.

Okay please no gross thoughts, that’s not allowed here. Definitely not in this position. Damn tall people. Well, okay she’s not really that tall. Still, nearly everyone’s “tall” compared to me.

“Uh, sweetheart? You gonna let me up now or…”

Kaede looked nearly as mortified as Ryoma felt, but she didn’t seem like she was going to be moving. (Great. Now how am I going to get out of this? No matter what she thinks she wants, nothing is going to happen here tonight. End of story. Even I’m not that much of a fuckup, I haven’t fallen that far just yet.)

“... Ryoma?”

“Yeah?”

“Hug me.”

“O-okay.” (This isn’t taking advantage of anything right? She’s not against hugs, no real harm done.)

“More like this…” She whispered as she positioned herself so she was genuinely holding Ryoma, and tightened her grip. (Easy for you to say, your arms reach all the way around and then some. Tallll people.)

He really tried not to think about where the way she moved him left him in regards to her body. Not the easiest thing to do, with her heartbeat hammering in his ears, but he did the best he could.

“Can you hear my heartbeat?” (I REALLY WISH I COULDN’T RIGHT NOW SWEETHEART, THANKS FOR ASKING. No gross thoughts, no gross thoughts, think of ANYTHING else. Like… Sharks. Fucking fish.)

“Y-yeah.” (Creepy slimy fish with their cold dead eyes and pointy teeth. Piranha. Barracuda. Whitetips.)

As if taking some mercy on him she finally moved them so her head was on his chest instead, which was a lot less awkward. Not that it stopped his face from burning any, but at least she didn’t comment on it.

“I can hear yours too, Ryoma. It's my favorite melody. It envelops me in a warm, strong embrace... more than any other song can do. It fills me with courage... Ryoma, you play my heart better than I play the piano.” (So fake. I know it is, like it’s a script written for someone else. So stop feeling happy dammit!)

“I know the feeling sweetheart.”

He could feel her giggle as much as he heard it this time. “You called me sweetheart again~”

“Only to build your sense of security so that going back to “Miss Akamatsu” would be hilarious .”

This time her laughter got to the point she had to get off of him, to keep from anyone getting hurt, as she lightly hit at his chest for being a “jerk”.

“Well… If we're being honest, then... I really wanted to hear you say that... It’s like, as long as you give me this courage, I can do anything. What should I do now?” (NOT WHAT I THINK YOU WANT TO DO!)

“Hey, uh… If we’re being honest today then I got something to say too. Sorry if it’s not the sort of thing you wanted to hear though. ‘Cause if you want to try anything… farther, well I… Don’t think I’m ready. You’ve always been braver than I am, you know? Sorry.”

Yeah right, she’s not going to buy this. It’s true, in a sense, but you’re a guy with a pretty girl in a bloody love hotel of all things. Odds aren’t exactly in your favor Ryoma.

“O-oh! No, that’s okay! I wouldn’t want to force you or anything. But it’s not like you’re a coward either.”

Holy shit that actually worked. Hallelujah, the universe doesn’t hate me after all. But try to tell that to Kaito. Hell, it’s not even like he’s wrong. Just look at me. Hard to say I’m not trying to run away, isn’t it?

Trying to help ease her panic Ryoma took Kaede’s hand in his own. It was so different. Where his is tough, worn, and calloused from his hard work at tennis and prison, hers is still soft and barely blemished. A pretty fitting metaphor for them both, probably. All the more proof his hand isn’t the one meant to be here with hers.

With a bit of hesitation Kaede began awkwardly cuddling him and he wasn’t really in a position to object anymore. He did all he could to balance what she needed and what he couldn’t allow himself to do.

It was nice though, as they went back to talking like this. Just a couple of idiots, spending time together. Time only one would remember, while still needing to stay “in character” for the other’s peace of mind.

“Hey, Ryoma? I remember in Tennis the word “love” kept coming up, as if it was the number “zero”. What’s that supposed to mean?”

This doesn’t prove anything. This isn’t meant for me, she’s just adapting to me being here or something. Anyone can use buzzwords for an Ultimate’s talent to make it more “personalized” without meaning it.

“I remember hearing once it was because both players having no points meant they “still had some love for each other” or something like that.”

“I promise that won’t change, even if you let me “score”,” she slyly replied, smiling like a fox who got into the henhouse. Or Kokichi, since the two really have been hanging out together too much for comfort.

That didn’t make the words coming out of her mouth sound any less wrong, even if this wasn’t just based on another one of the hotel’s scripts or something else in the hotel messing with her.

“... Please never say anything like that again, okay Sweetheart?”

“Aww, but you thought it was kinda funny didn’t you?”

You mean “cute” not “funny”, and just because you’re always adorable and I’m a sucker for puns.

He couldn’t help but snort a little at that, there was no saying no to her playful pout. “Yeah I did.”

The conversation went like that until they got tired, but at the very least he was content. Knowing he had no right to be didn’t change that, as he felt Kaede’s warmth beside him. It helped knowing her dreams, if she had anything like that about what happened tonight, would be both pleasant and innocent enough.

The dream was nice while it lasted, but they always need to come to an end. They were too different, even without “ideals” getting in the way. Her courage was a shining light that encouraged others forward and helped keep them together. A sun like that was far beyond his reach now, even if Kaito kept denying it.

All he wanted was for her to be happy. The others too, to a lesser extent. That’s why he was willing to sacrifice so much for them still, if a life like his could be considered in such terms. A life that was already destined for death row shouldn’t be long enough to be worth much right?

He had no future, so he should try to help those that do the best he can.

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01littleunicorn · 6 years

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21 t, not as a pairing but Takumi and Ryoma.

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21. I’m sorry, I can’t get up.

T. Injury

Pairings: Takumi & Ryoma (no ship!!)

Warnings: Slight description of injuries but honestly nothing graphic.

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The battle was ragingon behind him. He could hear the sound of blades clashing and the blast ofspells being casted.

Above him, all hecould see was a piercing blue sky with a stray of floating islands movingacross it. He tried to turn his head but could not manage to get a view of thefight still going on. He heard a shout, then a yelp of pain, but it was impossibleto know who it was. It could be one of his siblings…

All Ryoma wantedright now was to get back up and rejoin the fight. But, no matter how much heordered his legs to move, he was stuck to the ground. The pain was coursingthrough his whole body, as if every single one of his nerves were twitching ina burning agony.

He knew it had beenreckless to take on so many enemies at once. But, as the isolated island hadmoved to collide with their main fighting grounds, Ryoma had known theseVallite soldiers meant to cross over and target their leader. In an impulsivereaction to protect Corrin, the High prince had rushed to the island,decimating the foes before they could turn on his sibling.

However, he soonfound himself overwhelmed by their strength and number. As they kept on coming,Ryoma started to have trouble keeping up with all of them. He hardened hisstance, determined to not let them pass.

He suddenly heard aloud blast behind him, before being engulfed in a world of pain. A flash of darklight surrounded him as the bolts of magic went coursing through his body. Asthe spell faded, Ryoma fell on one knee, trying to hang on. He rapidlydispatched the mage with a blast of his Raijinto, carelessly leaving an openingfor an enemy lancer to strike at him. The blow slashed his back and legs andthe samurai couldn’t contain his grunt of pain as he fell heavily to the ground.

Now, lying in thegrass and unable to even wield his sword, Ryoma felt completely powerless, asthe mystic soldier stood over him, ready to attack again.

He didn’t want it to finishthat way. He wanted to help put this war to an end, standing proudly atCorrin’s side. He wanted to witness the peace between Nohr and Hoshido, as hiskingdom would finally be able to live without fear. He wanted to see hissiblings achieve their dreams, as he could watch over them with pride.

But it was not meantto be. At least, he knew he could count on his family to achieve the peace hedreamt about. Knowing that, he readied himself to face his death.

However, as thesoldier was about to bring his lance down in an ultimate strike, a bolt of bluelight hit him straight in the head, making his form disappear instantly.

Ryoma would haverecognised the power of the Fujin Yumi everywhere. And, before he could do anything,he heard his brother’s voice rang out, as footsteps were approaching.

- Ryoma!!

Within a moment, thearcher was at his side, a look of worry painted on his face.

- What happened? Areyou out of your mind?! Why didn’t you do anything, you could have gottenkilled!

There was anger andfear laced in his voice but his eyes clearly showed that Takumi was moreconcerned than mad.

Ryoma felt hisbrother grab his arm, sighing.

- Nevermind, let’sget out of here before more of these… things reappear.

But, as Takumi triedto pull his brother up, the samurai barely even moved. Ryoma could see theconcern grow in his eyes and he knew he had to tell his brother the truth.

- Takumi. I’m sorrybut… I can’t get up…

The words burned onhis tongue as he could feel the shame loom over him. He was Hoshido’s HighPrince, the defender of their kingdom. And yet here he was, unable to doanything to help his army and even his own family.

There was a sharpintake of breath beside him before he heard Takumi ask, shakily.

- What… what do youmean?

Ryoma couldn’t shakethe sadness in his voice as he stated the obvious reality.

- This is the end forme, brother…

Takumi’s reaction wasinstantaneous.

- No!! You can’t saythat… there must be a way… I don’t have a vulnerary on me but… If we canjust get to Sakura or Elise or… there must be something we can do…

The archer’s grasp onhis brother’s arm got tighter, as he was clearly fumbling for ideas.

But then, Ryoma feltit. It was subtle and quick, yet the rumble in the ground still warned him ofwhat was happening.

It was not theirfirst battle in this strange world and Ryoma recognized the signs of the comingshifts in the island’s position. Once the land started moving, there was notelling where it would end up. If the two of them stayed here, they couldeasily get sent to a far-off place where no one could find them and would needto fight on their own. Takumi was an amazing fighter but, even with the FujinYumi, he wouldn’t be able to stand up against a whole army. Especially not ifhe was also busy protecting his wounded brother.

Ryoma knew whatneeded to be done.

- Takumi… you needto leave immediately!

The archer’s eyesgrew wide as he exclaimed.

- What?! I’m notleaving you behind, what are you thinking…

- This is not asuggestion but an order! The islands are about to depart and I won’t take agamble with your life. Leave me and go, right now!

For a moment, Takumiwas left speechless and Ryoma couldn’t help but recall the memories of thelittle boy he used to chastise when they were younger. He didn’t want to partwith his little brother on such a sour note so he tried to smile, whisperingsoftly.

- Takumi…, pleasedo this for me. Corrin and the others need you at their side and I need you tostand and help Hoshido on my behalf. You have such a great future ahead of youbrother…

The younger mansimply shut his eyes, vehemently shaking his head in rebuttal.

Then, there was anew, stronger rumble coursing through the ground and, this time, Ryoma knewthat Takumi felt it too. With desperation in his voice, the samurai urged himonce more.

- Now! Takumi thereisn’t much time left, you need to go before it’s too late.

Ryoma knew this wasthe end for him. His wounds were severe and, without the intervention of ahealer, he wouldn’t be able to hang on for much longer. No matter howheartbreaking that thought may be, the samurai was at peace with it. Everyone hasto pass one day and, as a warrior, it was an end he had envisioned more thanonce.

However, he’d bedamned if he let his brother go with him. Protecting the ones he loved hadalways been the utmost priority in his life. And yet, he had failed so many ofthem. He wasn’t there to save his father and to protect Corrin all those yearsago. He was helpless in saving Mikoto, as she sacrificed herself for her child.And he still remembered how Scarlet…

But Takumi still hada chance. And Ryoma would not let him waste it.

Before he could conjureup something to convince his brother though, the archer’s gaze hardened as hegritted through his teeth.

- Damn you and yourheroic tendencies… You always thinkyou know better than us what we need… but this time, I’ll show you I’m theone who knows best!

He then stronglygrabbed his older brother under the arms and hurled him up forcefully, makingRyoma winced in pain.

- Takumi, what areyou doing?

The younger mansimply put the samurai’s arms on his shoulders, before grabbing them tightlyand getting up.

- Isn’t it obvious?If I can’t help you walk to safety then I’ll just have to carry you.

Ryoma’s eyes grewwide, now realizing what his brother intended to do.

- What? Takumi thisis madness! Stop this and put me down this instant!

- Oh really?! Andwhat are you going to do about it?!

The implication wasclear and Ryoma was too stunned to know how to respond. Takumi started walkingforward, dragging his brother along with him.

- It’s not like youcan make me stop so you should just shut up and let me focus on saving us both.

Slightly offended bythe choice of words and the edge of pettiness in his brother’s voice, Ryoma wasabout to reprimand him for his attitude when he realised that his words didring true. So, he begrudgingly chose to stay silent. He then turned back hisattention to any returning rumbling that would signal a coming move of theisland, hoping they wouldn’t end up floating away because of his brother’sstubbornness.

What an impetuousdecision! This was careless and brash, and…

And then it hit him.This was exactly the kind of decision he would have made if the roles had beenreversed. Should one of his siblings have been injured, there was no power onthis earth that would have made him leave them behind. He would have carriedthem to the end of the world if needed be.

But he was the olderbrother. That’s what was expected of him; to be the strong one to carry themall.

Although, as helooked at Takumi right now, he wasn’t so sure he was the only one carrying thatburden. His brother’s face was all scrunched up from the effort he had to putin each of his steps, yet his gaze remained focused, fixated on the edge of theisland, as his grip on his Ryoma’s arms remained strong.

Ryoma couldn’t helpbut be amazed, as he observed the determination and resolve painted on hisbrother’s face. Long gone was the little boy who would complain about formalevents and never-ending meetings. In his place, carrying him through the bruntof battle, was now a grown warrior, a worthy prince to the kingdom of Hoshido.

And, as the thoughthit him that his brother was no longer a child, Ryoma felt his heart swell withpride at the man Takumi had become.

Seeing the edge ofthe island getting closer and, despite the excruciating pain coursing throughhis body, the samurai now found himself starting to believe they, maybe, had achance to make it.

But, a powerfulrumble then shook the land, almost making the archer lose his footing. Panic abruptlyrose in his eyes, as they both understood what it meant. In a last effort torush forward, Takumi tried to start running, barely managing a fast walk withthe weight of his brother on his shoulders. They were almost at the edge whenthe earth started to back away slowly.

The island wasdeparting.

It was now or never.Knowing this was their last chance, Ryoma was ready to try one last crazy idea.

- Takumi, you need tojump!

- What?!

The disbelief in Takumi’svoice was obvious, as he seemed to be questioning his brother’s sanity.

But, Ryoma didn’thave the time to explain. The samurai just firmly anchored his feet to theground, pressing with all his strength to prepare his next move. He almost gotblind from the pain, as he felt like his entire body was falling to crumblingpieces yet kept on pushing, simply shouting through his gritted teeth.

- NOW!!

As soon as his voicedied, he immediately released his push in an ultimate jump. He felt Takumi leapforward at the same time, proving his brother had chosen to trust him.

As their feet leftthe ground, the land they were standing on abruptly took off into the distance.For a brief moment they seemed to be standing in the air, suspended between anendless sky and the emptiness below. And then, in the blink of eye, they werefalling down, brutally crashing to the ground of the main island.

At this point, Ryomacould barely feel his body anymore. The mind-numbing pain was making hisbreathing grow more laborious by the second and every sound around him seemedto mesh into an inaudible noise.

Allhe managed to hear clearly was his brother calling for a healer, shouting overthe chaos of the battle. As his hand finally unfurled, letting go of his sword,Ryoma smiled softly.

Takumiwas safe.

Thatwas his last thought before all faded to black.

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Hewoke up in the infirmary the next day. His wounds were really serious and wouldneed quite a while to heal completely.

Everybodycame to see him. Corrin, Hinoka, Sakura and Azura were all waiting by hisbedside when he woke up and they fell on him with hugs of relief and beratingwords. Saizo and Kagero also visited, blaming themselves for their failure toprotect him, and he had to reassure them of their competency.

PrinceXander and the other Nohrian royals also made sure to come by, expressing theirrelief at his survival and wishing him a fast recovery. Other members of thearmy also came and went, making a nice distraction from the soreness andboredom.

Laterthat night, he awoke from his rest to find another familiar face sitting besidehim.

-Well looks like you made it in the end… I wonder thanks to whom?

Thoughhis smile was rather smug, the fondness in Takumi’s gaze was obvious, as headded softly.

-I’m glad you’re safe brother…

Ryomasimply smiled before nodding.

-So am I… How are you? Did you get hurt?

Takumihuffed, dismissing the thought with one hand.

-I’m fine. I got off with sore muscles and few scratches from the landing, butnothing too serious.

Ryomasighed, glad to hear of his brother’s well being. But a question rose in hismind.

-I didn’t see you earlier, when they all came to visit… Was something amiss?

Thearcher was clearly uncomfortable with the question and averted his gaze beforeanswering.

-It’s just… you had all this commotion coming to see you and I figured youwere too busy. They all wanted to talk with the hero of the hour so I didn’twant to intrude.

Therewas bitterness in his voice and, no matter how much he tried to hide it, Ryomacould see how dejected he looked.

TheHigh Prince quickly reached for his brother’s arm, bringing the attention ofthe younger man on him.

-Yesterday, I acted foolishly and ended up putting us both in danger. If thereever was a hero during that battle, it was you Takumi.

Therewas a look of surprise on the archer’s face and it broke Ryoma’s heart to thinkthat he truly might not see his worth.

-I was ready to give up and you were the one who stood tall and kept on going.You believed in yourself and stayed strong until the end. You acted as a trueprince of Hoshido and I couldn’t be prouder.

Raisinghimself up, Ryoma then grabbed his brother’s shoulders, bringing him closer toembrace him.

-Thank you, brother… for being the one to support me when I couldn’t stand.

Therewas a moment of silence, as if time stopped, before Takumi raised his arms aswell, returning the hug.

-If you knew how long I waited to hear you say that…

Therewas a discreet sniffing sound and Ryoma chose not to remark on his brother’ssilent crying. He simply held him tighter, whispering gently.

-And I’m sorry it took me so long to see it. But know how grateful and proud Iam to have you as my brother…

Theystood like that for a moment, an instant in time that should not be disturbed.Then, as they broke apart, Takumi went back to his usual posture, crossing hisarms in front of him. Yet, his voice was genuinely concerned as he spoke oncemore.

-But you better not scare me like that again! It’s not like we suddenly don’tneed you or anything, so you better be careful next time.

Thesmug smile made a comeback on the archer’s face as he added, jokingly.

-Or I swear, you’ll start owing me for all those rescues.

Wantingto respond to his brother’s teasing, Ryoma suggested, with a sly smile.

-Oh? Should I reward you with a kiss, next time?

Witha flinch of disgust, Takumi quickly rebuked it.

-Yeah…No. Please don’t.

AndRyoma just laughed. Because they were all safe and sound and, honestly, thatwas all he could ask for. Tomorrow, there might be a new battle to face but,right now, it was just the two of them and he wanted to enjoy every second ofthis normalcy.

- Asyou wish, brother!

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*fan girls to death* I’m gonna do my best to make this super duper gushy and fluffy! Also Happy (late) V3 Release Date everyone! (In North America…and Europe?)

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Rantaro Amami * This probably occurs during the earlier stages of your relationship, most likely because of a loss track of time, or Rantaro convincing you. * Either way he was convinced you couldn’t go out in the dark at this hour. * He asks if there’s anything you need to help you sleep, getting anything you requested before prepping to go to bed. * When you regroup, you find he’s already lying in bed arms wide open, waiting for you to join him. * Not wanting to keep your prince charming waiting, you climb into bed with him, feeling his arms hold you close to his chest. * He whispers to you a mixture of sweet nothings and wishes of blissful dreams, his breath tickling the back of your neck. * He was attempting to lull you with that gorgeous voice of his. * The combination of the vibrations caused by his voice and the comfort of his bed were really rocking you to sleep, on top of that, he has a really warm and cozy scent. * The last thing you feel is the light kiss on your forehead, and a slight shift as he moves to turn off his lamp light.

Korekiyo Shinguuji * You’d spent the entire day at Korekiyo’s, helping him expand his research on sleep culture, and it was honestly putting you to sleep yourself. * However, your masked boyfriend failed to notice your fight to stay awake…until you face-planted right into the book you were reading. * It was no surprise to him. This was a normal thing, perhaps the sleep study was a bit dull, but beauty in humanity~ * Even as one drifts into a deep slumber, their minds continue to race…what thoughts could be going through one’s head as they try to chase sleep? * Perhaps, he should have studied dream culture instead. * After he finished his paragraph, he placed a bookmark in between the pages before gently closing the cover. * Kore then stood to his feet, silently creeping towards your side. * Careful not to wake you, he lifts you in his arms and heads to his room. * You looked quite peaceful curled up with a half-dreamy smile on your face, he felt as though he could watch you forever. * It was a hopeful thought, but he was sure you wouldn’t appreciate waking up to him bearing his gaze down on you, so he settled for something more rational. * He climbed into bed with you, lightly caressing your arm, before lowering his mask just a bit to give you a swift kiss on top of your head. * It didn’t take long before he too drifted off.

Kaito Momota * Movie nights at your house ARE. THE. BEST! * You bet your best star that Kaito is at you place in seconds, even if it was getting late into the night. * It wasn’t long before one movie turned to two, two to four, then you ended up watching your whole box set of older Disney movies. * Yikes! Was that the sun peaking through you shutters? * Whoops. * Both of you had burning red eyes from staying up all night, but it was worth seeing Cinderella III. * Kaito looked over at you, noticing how sleepy you looked and pulled his jacket off of the arm of the couch. * Laying it across your body, he watch as you snuggled into it. * He was really tired too, but first he was going to shift around some of you movie residue (empty popcorn bowl, opened DVD cases, etc). * Finally, he yawned and curled up, practically on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist, not even lasting a heartbeat, before passing out.

Kokichi Ouma * He kept you out all friggin day long, claiming that every day’s gotta be fun or else it’s a waste. * Your excitable, childish boyfriend never seemed to run out of energy. * The park, a stop at his “headquarters,” a few phone pranks on your classmates, a visit to Shuuichi’s, a karaoke bar? That one was a bit of a weird experience you probably never wanna talk about again…but FINALLY! * You were at his front doorstep in a really dazed state. * Another step and you were sure you’d faint from exhaustion. * “Aw, nishishishishishi~ I had no idea I had worn you out that much~” * You don’t say…zzzz * You had fallen asleep right where you stood, all according to Kokichi’s plan~ * He’d get you as tired as possible, then get you to cuddle him to death so he won’t be lonely and miss you from your day’s previous activities. * Of course, that was a lie~ * He goes up behind you and gently nudges you to half-sleep walk to his bedroom, and lay you down in his bed. * He wouldn’t care if you were still in you day clothes or not, he’d just jump in right next to you and cuddle right up to your sleeping form, admiring how cute you looked. * Eventually, he’d whine to himself because he was getting pretty sleepy too, but he wanted more time to gawk~ uwu. Maybe tomorrow, *sigh*

Shuuichi Saihara * There was no way he’d ever let this “just happen,” he was too careful to wear you out enough to let you sleep at his place. And if he was at yours he would guide you to your bedroom, close the door and leave. * Hmm…💡‼️ * Shuuichi was never going to learn to be more intimate in a relationship if you didn’t teach him, so you devised a plan that would hopefully boost his confidence to take the lead. * It was another late afternoon that you two spent a day at your house, taking notes on a TV show featuring Sherlock Holmes, one of Shuuichi’s fictional faves. * You lightly remembered your plan, and decided that now was a better time than ever to enact it. * Your eyes began to flutter and your head would droop from time to time, before snapping right back up at the screen. * This didn’t go unnoticed of course by your boyfriend. Even though he was deep into the plot of the story, he would never ignore his s/o’s needs. * Following his usual routine, he helped you to your feet and guided you back to your room. Once in, he lied you down on your bed, and covered you with your blanket. * Before he had a chance to turn on his heel, you grabbed his hand and pulled him back. * “W-wha? S/o, are you alright?!” * “Sleep with me, Shuuichi…” * Commence total M E L T D O W N. * He tries to stammer out an excuse, but you held an iron grip on his wrist…eventually he backed down from his shyness. * He crawled on top of the cover on the other side of you and did his best to relax. You let go of his wrist, and traded it for his hand, hoping to calm some of his nerves down. * Eventually he calms, and you two stare at each other before sleep really does take over and you two fall asleep hand-in-hand.

Kiibo * Hoo boi! * Kiibo is so excited to sleep with s/o! * It was one of the objectives he had printed out as reference guide to being a good companion! * You figured this would come up as a question someday, but it caught you off-guard a little when he had randomly asked you out of no where in the middle of the daytime. * Kiibo looked so elated to finally having asked you such an important question, there was no way you could turn down such a lovable robot. * You figured a nap would be good practice for you two. But how was this supposed to work? * He’s a metal boy and you’re a soft fragile human, who’s skin would definitely feel the pinch caused by robot metal shifting to “simulate human sleeping behavior.” * Hmm… a single blanket wouldn’t be enough to protect you would it? * You decided to give it a shot, it wasn’t like you didn’t have plenty of time to try new things if this was too uncomfortable. * Your good boi was already waiting with a nice wooly blanket to protect that skin you’ve grown yourself (I’m so sorry for this meme reference). * You mentally laughed at his eagerness and joined your lover. * The wool was really nice, and the pressure of Kiibo’s arms wrapped around you gave the feel some authentication. * But the thing that got you really to relax was the light warmth that came, not from the blanket, but from Kiibo.

Gonta Gokuhara * Gonta is a good gentleman. * He would always take real good care of his s/o no matter what! * So if you ever got sleepy while hanging out with Gonta, he would always make sure to send you straight to bed!~ * However, this time your weariness came at a very bad time. * The two of you were out and about in a park, quite some ways away from either of your homes, but it was the only place the two of you could observe certain species of cicadas. * The noisy insects usually made others wary, but not you or Gonta. They were just doin their natural thing to (attract mates? Sing??? Why tf do they make all that noise?!?!) their heart’s content. * There were few times Gonta would slip up on his duty to make sure you were home at a reasonable time, and that was when Gonta was having too much fun with you, his s/o. * He did not mean to get you so sleepy! And it would not be comfortable if Gonta carried you all the way back to your home… * He would look really downcast at the thought of letting you down, but you wouldn’t let your boyfriend beat himself up about this. * “It’s okay Gonta, we can take a nap here in the park! Then when we get refreshed, we can go back to watching bugs, okay?” * He seemed to really like this idea, so you rolled out your picnic blanket you were going to use to eat on during lunch. * After your set up was complete, you pat the spot next to you for Gonta, who was very enthusiastic to join you. * After getting settled, you hugged your cuddle bug and almost instantly fell asleep. * Gonta gazed at your sleeping form and gave you a light peck atop your head before nodding off himself.

Ryoma Hoshi * Goodness gracious s/o…again?! * He invited you over (more like you invited yourself) for a few hours and when he went off to prepare a lunch for you two, you’d dozed off. * It would have been okay…if you hadn’t already done this literally every time he invited you. * Hmm…maybe he should be a little more concerned about why you’re falling asleep all the time. Are you getting your full eight hours? * Even though he pretended to be annoyed with your habit, it was becoming more and more of a problem. * First, he cleared up a board game you two were recently playing in the living room. Then he approached your sleeping form, playing doctor for a second. * He didn’t see any rings around your eyes…and you definitely seemed to have a regular breathing pattern…he thinks… * For a second, Ryoma crouched down to your side, giving you a closer look over…maybe he was worried for nothing… * … * …… * “Stop.” He says to himself. “I know what you’re thinking and there’s no way they’d let you.” * But you did look so peaceful…and really snuggable…is that a word? He couldn’t believe how ridiculous he was being. * Against his better judgement, he lies down next to you, keeping only an inch of space between the two of you. At least this would be a good compromise to both of his warring sides. * He shut his eyes and smiled at your radiating warmth, passing out to a rhythmic sleep beside you.

#it's 1 am my pals the hour of creativity!!!#Mod Tojo #super fluff yo #//long post #Rantaro Amami #Korekiyo Shinguuji #Kaito Momota #Kokichi Ouma #Shuuichi Saihara #Kiibo #Gonta Gokuhara #Ryoma Hoshi

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