#Kirigiri owns the first shirt

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

Chapter 8

this was gonna be a naegami sex chapter but i got embarrassed sorry. BUT BE AWARE THAT THERE ARE SEXUAL THEMES IN THIS ONE...LOOK AT THE CONTENT WARNING TAGS!!!!

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

Was gonna make it horny but then realized. They would not fucking be like that. They would not be fucking like that.

I'm headcanoning Byakuya to have received the weirdest sex ed in the world. Procreation 101: How to Continue a Bloodline

Future sex chapter? Who knows...

Beta-read by @moonlighttogami!!

Content warning tags: initial dubious consent, explicit consent discussion, half-hearted attempt at sex, sharing a bed

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‘You are incredibly arrogant for someone who has nothing.’

In his bedroom, Byakuya fumes silently, pacing in a circle. A lesser man might’ve gone into a rage, knocking down the furniture or screaming, but Byakuya’s anger manifested in sharp barbs and poisonous words, and when there was no target for such things, as silence, his teeth digging into the inside of his cheek. Emotional outbursts were displays of weakness, and something he could not afford.

Especially now. Even in the supposed privacy of his own room, he leaves the lights off, and ignores the vague, pale shape of the camera that extends from the ceiling. A grotesque limb of the mastermind behind it all, the surveilling eyes that occupied every space. The rules stated that they weren’t allowed to damage these, or cover them, but he does not have the luxury of displaying uncertainty.

If it weren’t for her… He thinks, for what must be the thousandth time. Fury clouds his thinking. His surroundings are dark, but in his mind’s eye all he can see is that infuriating woman - a mass of vague shapes. It was even more frustrating, that the target of his ire didn’t even have a defined appearance for him to hone in on.

If she hadn’t interfered. If she had been direct about her intentions from the beginning. If she hadn’t, for some reason, decided to aim for Naegi…

Her and Naegi. Naegi and her.

Metal bursts and covers his tongue. He’s bit down too hard, and broken the skin. He pauses in his pacing, the sharp flare of pain easing the anger muddling his thoughts.

…What does it matter? He was being ridiculous. Kirigiri’s words had some truth to them. He knew perfectly well the fragility of his position, wasn’t that why he had been putting so much effort into ensuring he’d be able to uphold his end of the deal, no matter what? He worries the open wound with his tongue.

‘You are incredibly arrogant for someone who has nothing.’  That much might be true, he couldn’t give Naegi much more than a promise. And to someone of Naegi’s standing, he might not understand the weight of a Togami’s honor. But that didn’t mean Byakuya couldn’t find something else to offer.

He worries at the wound with his tongue, feeling a gush of fresh blood. He had limited material goods, an impaired body, and no access to his wealth. But his brilliant mind was still intact. For simpletons like Naegi, all he had to do was find something that they wanted, or else, make them want it.

He grimaces to himself in the dark, a bitter attempt at a smile. If she had no intention of staying out of his affairs, then he had no obligation to do as she said.

___

“Makoto.”

It’s a reversal of that night after the first motive’s reveal. He stands at Naegi’s door, staring down, unimpressed, at the boy before him. It was quite late, past the ten PM curfew, and Naegi seems to be dressed in pajamas; or, what could pass as pajamas for commoners, Byakuya supposes. A graphic t-shirt and dark shorts, and what looks like a white towel draped over his shoulders. He smells oddly floral, and his hair seems to be noticeably wilted; he must have just showered.

“Um, Byakuya?” He sounds bemused. “What are you…?”

“Come with me.” He turns on his heel and walks quickly towards his door. He hears shuffling behind him, the fumbling jingle of a key, before he senses Naegi’s presence behind him once more.

He pushes the door to his room open. “Come in.” It’s more of an order than a greeting. As he shuts the door behind his guest, it encloses the room in near darkness, except for the light from the cracked-open bathroom door.

“Should I turn on the-?”

“Leave it.” He’d rather have the lights off for this. “Sit there.”

He points at the mattress, and as soon as he hears the creak of springs, begins to pull off his jacket and strip. There’s a sharp clap as Naegi hurriedly covers his eyes.

“Wh-wh-what are you doing!?” He squeals, and Byakuya sighs. He should’ve expected this reaction.

“Calm down. What does it look like?” He snaps, throwing his jacket in Naegi’s general direction and hearing a soft, satisfying thwap and a grunt as it meets its target. “Fold these for me, then wait here. I’m going to shower.”

He waits until he hears the rustle of cloth, before he continues. After taking the role of heir, he’d been granted a platoon of servants, all of whom were there to help him dress and undress, but before that it had been Pennyworth who drilled into him the proper etiquette of clothing oneself, enough that he could do it in his sleep. At the time he thought the lessons pointless. Now, he couldn’t be more grateful.

First the tie, carefully folded and set on the nightstand table. Then the suspenders, slid from his shoulders before being unhooked at both ends, looped around his hand to be put away. Then the belt, looped and put away in a similar fashion.

He pauses a moment with his thumbs still looped beneath the waistband of his pants. His back is facing Naegi, so he has no idea if the other boy is watching or not, but it’s not like he gave the order to turn away. And if anything, he wants Naegi to watch.

He shucks the pants down quickly, stepping out of them along with his shoes. He can’t tell where Naegi’s eyes are, but he hopes they’re on him, trailing up the length of his legs from his socked feet. Resting on the pale flesh of his thighs, squeezed by the shirt garters that he wore. He thinks he hears Naegi’s breath hitch as he hooks a finger underneath one of the leather loops, tugging on it slightly until the clasp frees itself with a small click.

That’s right, he thinks. He feels breathless, like his heart is about to pound out of his chest; he hopes that with the darkness, the heat coloring his cheeks wasn’t visible. Keep looking. Keep wanting.

This was a tactic he had been hoping to never need to use, but if it’s Naegi he can do it. He unfastens the other garter and unbuttons his shirt, fingers flying between the buttons with practiced speed. He was losing his nerve now, unable to read Naegi’s reactions, unable to gauge his interest.

By the time he’s fully nude, standing in only his slippers, the only thing he can hear is his own heart, and the sound of Naegi’s breathing. He wonders how he looks right now, pale and naked in the darkness of his room, illuminated by only the thin strip of light from the bathroom. He’d never had reason to be ashamed of his physique, but he suddenly feels self-conscious.

“B-Byakuya?”

He almost jumps out of his own skin, and whirls around, marching stiffly towards the bathroom. “Stay here when you’re done. Wait for me.” He barks, not bothering to turn around. “Understand?”

He swings the door shut before he can hear the reply.

___

When he reemerges, hair still damp and wrapped in a white bathrobe, Naegi is still sitting on his bed, occupying the farthest edge of it as if afraid to take up any space.

He jolts up as Byakuya reenters. With the light from the bathroom, shadows are thrown over his face, and some of his features are thrown into definition - and other ones, cast entirely into darkness. Byakuya can’t make out his eyes at all.

It doesn’t matter, he tells himself firmly. Whatever look he was wearing, as long as it wasn’t disgust, he could work with it.

“Tell me,” He says as he approaches, voice languid and casual, not betraying the anxiety that was thrumming under his skin. “What are you thinking, Makoto?”

“W-w-w-” He stutters like a broken toy, and tilts backwards as Byakuya stands over him. “W-wait, what’s going on?!”

He barely refrains from rolling his eyes at that. As if he wasn’t making it perfectly obvious. “What does it look like,” He deadpans, as he leans forward, pushing Naegi backwards against the bed, arms caging him against the mattress. “How about you tell me?”

“I-I really don’t-” He breaks off with a squeak as Byakuya presses a hand lightly, experimentally, against his chest. His physique was slight, and nothing of particular note. He trails his hand down carefully, slowly, down the length of Naegi’s torso. “B-Byakuya-!”

He halts instantly. Hardly dares to breathe. “Do you hate it?”

“That’s not…” Naegi shuffles upwards, leaning on his elbows. “No, but-”

“So what’s the problem?” He resumes, though moving glacially slow. He tugs the hem of Naegi’s shirt upwards, places his fingertips against the thin strip of exposed skin of his abdomen; it jumps beneath his touch, warm and flexing. A living body, he thinks, a little irrationally. It feels like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

“This sort of thing-” Naegi bites down another quiet sound, as Byakuya travels slower, hands tracing down his waist, his hips, his thighs. “I-it’s - we can’t-!”

Suddenly, there are hands on his shoulders, shoving him back. He stumbles a bit and lands on his knees with a grunt. “What was that for?!” he hisses, but he’s a little relieved. He has no real experience in this, beyond the materials he had gotten ahold of for…relief, in his more delicate pubescent years, and a cursory educational course after he’d been named heir. If things had gone on, he was worried that Naegi would have noticed the sweat collecting on his palms, the hesitation in his slow pace.

He suddenly realizes that the hands on his shoulders are trembling, and feels cold break out on the back of his neck. Had he misread it? Had he made a mistake?

“...Makoto.” He leans back, presses his hands to his lap. “Are you alright?”

He says it quietly, so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it himself. But above him, Makoto’s head jerks in a nod. “Yeah, no, yeah, I’m okay. I’m just…I’m surprised, I guess.” He tries a laugh, but it hardly sounds like one. “And…this sort of thing is for, like. People who l-lo- people who like each other, right?”

…Are you serious.

“Hardly,” He huffs, a little exasperated. “Sexual acts are a means of exchange between parties. Romantic connotations are reserved for people who need the leisure of such delusions-” Like yourself, he almost adds, before remembering the delicate emotional situation they were in right now and reconsidering it. “Anyways, this was just…”

An offering. A transaction. A trade of physical pleasure, in exchange for a promise; don’t betray me. Don’t stray from my side. “...Well, I��m not a monster. If you don’t want to, just say so now. We’ll pretend it didn’t happen.”

Makoto doesn’t respond, and he feels a thin thread of relief run through his body, even as a deep-rooted dread sank into his gut. His plan failed, it seemed, and probably even backfired. “I’m going to count your silence as a ‘no’.” He sighs, and moves to stand-

But the hands on his shoulders tighten, and he halts. “Wait,” Makoto sounds hesitant, and a little breathless. “I…I didn’t say I hated it. I just had no idea what was going on.”

“...I thought I made it pretty clear what was going on.” He’d stripped in front of him, for god’s sake. Makoto couldn’t possibly be denser than he thought.

“That’s…well, yeah, but I didn’t know why. A-and to be honest… I still don’t know.” Byakuya frowns, but he supposes that was fair. He hadn’t exactly stated that part clearly. “I’m a little nervous, but, if you really want to…”

“No.” The word leaves his mouth before he can even second-guess. But it’s true that for as much preparation he had done, it still wasn’t enough. He hurriedly adds: “But, maybe some other time, if you give me early enough notice. And I do reserve the right to change my mind.”

“Okay. That sounds good.” In the dim light, he sees a glint as Makoto smiles. “But…are you okay?”

“...Of course I am.” He says, voice steady, not betraying his earlier anxiety. Surely, his unease hadn’t been noticed? He had been so careful, hyper-aware of his own face and gestures, trying to carry himself as confidently as he should be. “Why do you ask?”

“Just…wanted to make sure. Did you, uh…do… this, before?”

He feels his face turning warm. “What do you think?” He hadn’t.

“Wait, so that means-?”

“As if I’d tell you that.” He snorts, pinching Makoto lightly on the calf and eliciting a yelp. “Help me up.”

With the tension gone, Makoto pulls him up by the elbows, and he wobbles for a moment, unsteady. “My pajamas should be folded and on the dresser. Fetch them for me.”

“Does this mean you’re letting me work for you again?” Makoto asks, half-jokingly, as he presses the clothes into Byakuya’s waiting hands. He huffs, amused.

“Let me get dressed before I make a decision. And help me button my shirt.”

The silken lounge pants are easy enough to put on, even in darkness, but he’s too exhausted to even try fumbling for the pearled buttons. He stands still, feeling Makoto’s hands fumble up the length of his torso, his touch warm and ticklish. The anger, frustrations, and stress of the previous days were giving way to a warm, heavy fatigue, and suddenly all he can think of is crawling into the bed.

“Should I…” Makoto wavers, standing halfway between the bed and the door. 

“Turn out the bedroom light.” Byakuya hums, as he curls up beneath the covers. Then, almost as an afterthought: “It’s pretty late after curfew. You may stay if you wish.”

“R-really?!”

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

The lights go out completely, and a moment later he feels the other side of the mattress sink, as Makoto crawls in. There’s a moment’s quiet, where all he can hear is the beat of his own heart, the soft whoosh of Makoto’s breath.

“Byakuya?” He asks, a bare whisper.

“What?”

“Why did you do all that?”

It’s spoken hesitantly, carefully. Byakuya shuffles a little deeper into his pillow, debating whether or not to give a clear answer. 

Ultimately, he decides not to. It would be a blow to his pride to admit such a thing out loud. But leaving it undefined may lead to misunderstandings down the line, and he would rather not have to deal with an unnecessary schism a second time.

“Why don’t you tell me what you think,” He decides. “I’ll tell you if you’re right or wrong.”

There’s a quiet creak of springs, as Makoto shifts. As he speaks up again, he sounds closer, the soft puff of his breath tickling against Byakuya’s neck.

“Were you…I guess, doing that to…make up to me? For what you said?” His voice grows smaller with every word, as if realizing how embarrassing it was to say such a thing out loud. “Sorry, that’s probably not-”

“Why do you think that?” He finds himself asking.

“Because...Kyoko said that you might.” Kyoko. For a moment, Byakuya half-considers kicking Makoto out. As if sensing this, he adds quickly: “She-she didn’t say that it’d be ‘making up’, or that you’d be doing, uh, this, specifically, just that you wanted my help again-”

“Alright, enough.” That damn woman and her meddling. But he supposed that she did give him an easier explanation for his actions. It’d be harder to admit his actual reasoning. “I have nothing to apologize for. Everything I said was, frankly, for your own benefit, and I’m still rather disappointed that you failed to understand that.”

He pauses, then continues. “But, I suppose…I could have phrased my words better,” He turns his face into his pillow somewhat, as if Makoto might see the warmth crawling up it. “I’d rather not have someone in my employ be led astray, after all.”

He swears he can hear Makoto smiling, and, suddenly annoyed, yanks the covers up further. There’s a small grunt as the shorter boy is suddenly completely covered. “Now go to sleep. I’m not interested in continuing this conversation.”

“Okay, okay.” Makoto shifts upwards, out from the confines of the blanket. Even with eyes open, Byakuya can’t see anything, not even the other boy’s face that must be just a few inches from his own. His world is submerged in darkness.

Somehow, that isn’t as frightening as it should be. He lets his eyes close.

“Good night, Byakuya.” He hears Makoto say quietly.

He feels himself drift.

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#thpff #thpff chapters #danganronpa fanfiction #byakuya togami #naegami #sure i'll tag it with that #byakuya guy with the worst sex ed in the world vs makoto guy who thought he was straight until thirty minutes ago #deadass this was going to be. a bj scene. but i got really embarassed before i could even get to that part #i think it turns out better this way tbh. this is a slow burn after all

[carnyreborn]

Shuichi is looking all over for his girlfriend Kaede but can't find her. So he goes to Kyoko's room to ask her if she knows where she is. She declines knowing where she is but if he looked inside he would see Makoto destroying Kaede as he smacks her huge tits and stretches that pussy.

TW: NTR

"Oh... yeah, that... that would be a stretch... I did see the two of you chatting, that's why I came here..." Shuichi says, rubbing his arms. Gosh darn it, where else can Kaede be? They are probably missing each other a lot, because it has been a few hours since they had a date and she vanished, even her phone isn't giving out any positive responses. He really hopes she isn't hurt or anything!

"No worries." Kirigiri's head is the only thing he sees, as she just barely opened his door. Not an unusual behaviour from the detective, given how privative she is, but today the reason is different. Besides the shirt she hastily put on, her bottoms are not only uncovered... but leaking both her juices and a healthy amount of a white sticky liquid.

Of course, that's cum.

And the man who filled Kirigiri with his cum is behind her bed, hidden from view, as he pushes Kaede's head down too, smacking her around, the noises barely audible as he is holding back while fucking the girl that Shuichi is looking for. Makoto had no idea she had a date with the boy today, he was just looking to have some fun with Kirigiri and finding Kaede there with the detective was a surprise. A welcome surprise, but a surprise nonetheless.

He can feel the slutty pianist growing tighter, bitting down at her own hands. The whore's getting off listening to her boyfriend. Not the first time Makoto has fucked a girl with their boyfriends was nearby but it's the first time with Kaede. He pulls his hips backwards, trusting down, loving how Kaede is torn now. Both from the pleasure he is giving her and has been giving her for these past hours, and from being so close to her beloved boyfriend.

"It's alright then..." Shuichi rubs the back of his head. "I'll look around for her some more!" He says, nodding, as Kyoko closes the door, with a sigh. She just walks to the back, now with the door closed Makoto and Kaede can be as loud as they wish - thank god for soundproofing - as she just grabs Kaede's phone, to send a message to Shuichi. She uses her ahegao face to unlock the mobile, trying to focus as Makoto decides it's a good idea to spank her as she types.

Soon enough, Shuichi gets a message just saying that she needed to leave campus for a recording deal, and she'd be back at night. He grins, so happy with that response! Now that he knows she isn't in danger he can relax. Sheesh, there are many bad things in this world, she needs to be careful. He just types in a 'good luck babe, have fun <3' and closes the phone.

Oh, she is having fun. A lot of fun, as she orgasms once more around Makoto's cock, milking another load of his. She is having a lot of fun.

#smut #anon #TW: NTR #Danganronpa18 #Makoto Naegi18 #Shuichi Saihara18 #Kaede Akamatsu18 #Kirigiri Kyoko18

[the-karma-cafe]

they deserve better :T (warriors of hope comfort n slight byakuya x reader)

A/N: they are,,, just kiddos,,, they deserve,,, better,,,, komaru kin check 

The Warriors of Hope sat in front of us, their faces not… sad, exactly, but a bit diminished. Byakuya adjusted his glasses. “I’ll leave it up to you, Kirigiri, but I don’t think they should be left alive.” Nagisa flinched at this, but kept his gaze level and hardened. I felt a pang of sympathy for these kids. They didn’t know… they’re just kids… they…

I placed a hand on Byakuya’s shoulder. He blinked and looked down at me curiously. My teeth worried my lip, “Hey… Would it be alright if I took care of them?”

He grunted in surprise. “What?” He turned, gently grabbing my elbow as my hand dropped from his shoulder. I smiled slightly at the contact. He realized what he’d done and dropped his hands. “It seems like a waste of time to me. Kirigiri?”

Kyoko pursed her lips, eyeing us for a beat. My teeth worried at my lip harder, drawing blood. “Shit,” I mumbled, licking my lips.

She sighed, checking her watch. “That’s fine. Use the collection of rooms in the east wing.” She looked back up, meeting my eyes. “Be careful.”

I smiled reassuringly. “Thank you.” My eyes turned to Byakuya’s worried ones. He held my gaze for a beat.

He huffed. “Fine, do as you wish. I won’t be surprised if I find you dead, though.” He left the room without a backwards glance. My lips twitched up watching him leave. Worry betrayed his true feelings in his rigid shoulders and clenched fists. Nigh impossible to identify to the untrained eye, but to the Ultimate Observer…

I turned to the children. Only Nagisa made eye contact. He crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin. “What are your intentions, demon?”

I smiled and knelt down to his level. “To spare your lives. Is that pursuit not noble enough for you?”

He frowned. “Why?”

“Ah,” I looked at the ground. “As cliche as it is, I believe you are misunderstood.”

His brows furrowed in agitation. “You believe WRONG, demon. You’d be better off killing us where we stand.” Kotoko flinched and grabbed at Nagisa’s arm. “Don’t say that! She’ll listen to you!”

I nodded. “No, it’s fine. Everyone should speak their mind. Although I assure you I won’t be killing anyone anytime soon.” I pushed myself up from my crouch and held out my hand to the children. “Follow me?”

Kotoko grinned and grabbed my hand easily. “I hope my room is super adorbs!”

I led them to the east wing, Masaru and Kotoko chatting my ears off. They learned things about me but with all their talking, I heard nothing of their backgrounds. I smiled awkwardly. I didn’t think they’d be so forthcoming. Nagisa and Jataro trailed behind me, less than thrilled about the situation.

We ended up at the east wing and I led them into the main room. Masaru ran over to one of the chairs and hopped into it, laughing loudly. Nagisa huffed something about childishness under his breath. Kotoko held steadfast to my hand. Jataro tugged on the hem of my shirt, “Uh, hi! Is there a uh um art room or something? Duh huh.. Sorry I’m so ugly and annoying and-”

I placed a soft hand on his head. “Hey,” I spoke quietly. He looked up curiously. “Don’t say those things about yourself, okay?”

Kotoko rolled her eyes. “But he is those things. It’s the truth.”

I shook my head. “Please don’t say those things, Kotoko. Being mean isn’t adorable.”

She gasped. “You’re right! I’m soooo sorry! Please forgive me!”

“There’s nothing to be forgiven. You made a mistake and have been corrected. Everything’s fine, okay?”

Jataro frowned. “Why don’t you hate me? Hate me, already! Who do.. I have to make a masterpiece? Of all your friends? Maybe that blonde guy, huh?” He smirked evilly. “I bet you’d really hate me if I killed him, huh? Hate me so much you’d wanna claw my skin off!”

I winced. “I… I would appreciate it if you left Byakuya alone. I don’t want to hate you, please don’t try to make me.” I straightened up. “It takes a lot for me to hate someone, anyway. Obviously, or I wouldn’t’ve stood up for you kids.”

Jataro grinned. “What, do you *like* him or something?”

Pink dusted my cheeks and I internally scolded myself. “Of course. As a.. colleague.”

Kotoko squealed. “I know a girl in love when I see one! That’s soooo adorable! You have to tell him immediately!”

My cheeks color deepened. “Please, Kotoko, I love the enthusiasm but I really can’t.”

She frowned. “Why not?”

I pursed my lips. “Well… we’re recovering from the tragedy in Towa City. Duty comes first and foremost. It’d be selfish of me to let feelings get in the way.”

The room was quiet after that, the children not eager to talk about what happened. I cleared my throat. “Right. I figure individual attention is best? But I won’t force anything. If any of you would like to talk to me, you can find me in the other room.” I smiled easily. “I’d love to talk, but I understand if not.” With that, I left the room.

I closed the door behind me and heaved a deep sigh. This was going to be draining. My phone buzzed in my pocket, startling me. I laughed slightly at my reaction before answering. “Hel-?”

“Are you alright?” Byakuya’s cold voice cut through my greeting. My heart warmed. He was worried.

I beamed at no one, heading into the next room. “Yes, yes, I’m fine. Don’t let anyone hear you~” I teased. “God forbid Togami have feelings.”

I could hear him scowl through the phone. “I’m merely concerned for a colleague, nothing more.”

I bit my lip. “Yeah.. just a colleague…” I wish I didn’t feel this way. Things would be so much easier for everyone if I could just stuff my feelings down so far that they’d disappear. Byakuya wouldn’t return them anyway. Sure, he cared if I died but he wasn’t about to ask me about my day or anything.

He was quiet for a second. “….Yes. What is your plan of action for the children?”

I leaned against a wall and raked a hand through my hair. “For now I’m just waiting for one of ‘em to approach me. I don’t wanna overwhelm anyone.”

“That sounds.. ineffective.”

I laughed dryly. “Got any better ideas?”

“You wouldn’t like them.”

I grinned fondly. “You know me so well.”

“We are colleagues, after all.”

“Right… colleagues.”

Another pause. “If that’s all, I’ll be hanging up.”

I bit my lip. “Wait.” It was quiet. He was waiting. Was I really going to ask now, of all times? I frowned. Yes, yes I was. “Am I really just a colleague to you?”

It was quiet again and I immediately regretted asking. What was I thinking?? His answer was only going to upset me and put me in a mindset where I wouldn’t be able to take care of the kids properly and would probably-

“No.”

What? “What?” I breathed, echoing my thoughts.

“You heard me.” He huffed. “We’re not just colleagues. The killing game changed that. I…” he trailed off. “You are at least a friend. A trusted one. I cannot say that for many people.”

I smiled. Friend. That was better than colleague. “Thank you, Byakuya. That means a lot to me. I hope you know that you are… very precious to me.” There was a knock on the door. “Oh, I have my first visitor. Talk to you later?”

“Hm.” He hummed and hung up. I stuffed the phone in my pocket.

I opened the door to see an irritated Kotoko. She pointed her little finger in my face angrily. “I heard you!! Just confess already!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do!” She walked in and sat down in one of the chairs. “You were on the phone with blondie, right? Just tell him you love him!”

I shrugged, taking a seat opposite her. “I wish it were that simple. I’m not as brave as you or Masaru. If he didn’t return my feelings it’d definitely ruin our friendship.”

Kotoko pouted. “So!! Some friendships need to be ruined!”

I smiled. “I’m touched that you care, but I’ll need some time to build up my courage.”

She nodded fiercely. “I’ll help you!”

I worked my way through each of the children. I did make progress. My ultimate always came in handy with children.

~

With Kotoko, I needed to treat her like a close friend. Trust her with my secrets, take her advice on relationships, agree to let her dress me up later, and don’t ever use the word “gentle.”

“Well, that wasn’t so bad, right? You can head back to the others now, if you’d like.”

She hopped up from her chair. “That was easy! But I could’ve been acting the whole time. I’m the best at that.”

I covered my chest in mock surprise. “Are you? I never would’ve guessed!”

She nodded. “Yes, yes, I know!” She walked over to me and fidgeted with the hem of her dress for a second. “…Can I get something before I leave?”

I tilted my head, confused. “If I have it, I suppose. What’s wrong?”

She looked at the ground. “Can I have a hug?”

A large smile bloomed on my face. “Of course you can, Kotoko.” I pushed up from my chair and knelt down, arms outstretched. She jumped into my arms easily and I wrapped them around her. You’re safe with me, I promise nothing bad will happen again.

~

With Nagisa, I needed to treat him like an adult. Respect him as an equal, use big words, ask for his input on things, and reassure him that there is no pressure. At one point he demanded that I have higher expectations of him, something I didn’t expect.

I frowned. “Like what?”

He pulled at his hair “Anything! Just, please, expect more of me!” I gently unwrapped his hands from his hair.

“If that’s what you want. Do tell me if it’s ever too much, though, alright? I don’t want to overwhelm you.” I held his hands in my own to keep them away from his hair.

Nagisa searched my eyes desperately. “Promise you’ll expect more of me?”

I nodded. “Of course. You’re very grown up, it’s only natural that expectations of you will rise.” I released his hands and held out my arms. “You’re not obligated to, but some of the others wanted hugs.”

The beginnings of tears formed in his eyes and I pretended not to notice. He stepped into my arms hesitantly. I wrapped him in my arms, holding him close and trying to put as much love into it as possible. I heard a choked sob from my shoulder and smoothed circles on his back.

“D-Don’t tell the others a-about this.” He pushed out.

I shook my head. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

~

With Jataro, I needed to treat him like I wanted him there, which I did. Don’t interrupt him, reassure him that you do not hate him, insist he is not ugly, encourage his artistic passion but discourage killing people. Fascination with gore is fine as long as it doesn’t harm anyone. Introduce him to the concept of horror media.

I pulled up a horror game google search on my phone and held it out to him. “That’s one of the games I was talking about. You’re welcome to scroll through the pictures.”

“This isn’t very true to life…” he frowned.

I winced. “Ah.. not many have seen the things you have, Jataro. Both a gift and a curse, I suppose. Now you can portray things very accurately, but I do hope nothing haunts you later on in life.”

“Duh huh.. I can always go kill again for reference.”

I shook my head. “Please do not. You already have enough references.”

He sneered. “I bet you hate me for saying that, huh?”

“No, I don’t. I doubt I’ll ever hate you, Jataro, and I definitely don’t want to. I’m here for you.”

Jataro fiddled with his sleeves. “Oh… for me?”

I nodded.

“Oh………. Okay.” It seemed to get through to him a bit. “Can I go now?”

“Of course.”

~

With Masaru, I needed to treat him like, well, a kid. Praise him for his enthusiasm, praise him for his excellence in sports, compliment his leadership abilities, don’t let him hurt himself, reassure him that it’s okay to be scared. At one point, something I said had sent him back to that time and he started punching his arms.

“No! Stop shaking. Weak weak scared-“ His already bruised arms started to get worse. I immediately grabbed his hands. He struggled against my hold. “Lemme go!”

I pulled him against me, holding him. “It’s okay to be scared. You’re not weak. Everything is fine. You’re with me now.” I repeated mantras I had with the other children softly.

It took a couple of minutes but Masaru eventually stopped struggling and threw his arms around me. “Girls are stupid cowards.. shut up…”

I smiled. “I might be a coward, but I’m smart. I know some things.”

His hold on me tightened. “Please don’t leave me… I promise I’ll be good, I won’t make you look like the bad guy again……”

“I’m not going anywhere, Masaru. You’re a good boy, okay?”

He nodded.

~

I closed the door to their collective room with a soft click, not missing the knowing wink Kotoko sent my way. I breathed out evenly, filled with a sense of accomplishment. I was right to stand up for them. Hopefully, with much time and effort, these kids would get… a little better. That was all I could really hope to achieve.

“Have fun?” A voice called out, startling me. I jumped, glancing around until I saw Byakuya leaning coolly against a nearby wall. He checked his watch pointedly. “You were with them for quite some time.” His unspoken question hung in the air. Did you make any progress?

I smiled, walking over. “Yes!” I came to a stop in front of him, my grin turning coy. “You didn’t doubt my abilities, did you?”

He raised his eyebrows, gazing down his nose at me. He hummed, turning to leave. I scurried after him, fiddling with my fingers. We walked in silence, the voices of the children fading behind us.

I recalled Kotoko’s encouragement. She’d want me to say something right about now. Not to mention, it’d give me something to bond with her over during my next visit…

I cleared my throat, stopping in the hall. Byakuya continued walking, and I almost thought he wasn’t going to stop for me.

But he did.

He glanced back at me, a confused frown prepared. “What.” He quipped. Sigh, he certainly didn’t make things easy.

I took in a deep breath. “I believe there’s a way for me to get closer to Kotoko…” He stared quietly, not catching on to how on Earth this had anything to do with him. “…And I’d need your… cooperation. Is that alright?”

He pursed his lips disapprovingly. “This was your project, (L/N). I thought I made it clear I want no part of it.”

I chewed my lip, not able to keep eye contact. “Can I ask anyway?”

A dramatic sigh echoed between us, but he remained quiet. I met his eyes again. His arms were folded over his chest and he pinned me with an expectant gaze. Now or never. I squeezed my hands together, searching for the right words. “Do you remember our conversation on the phone earlier?”

He nodded wordlessly, but his expression tensed slightly. Likely not the best sign to keep going, but I was doing this for Kotoko. Yeah.. for her… not me.

“Right, of course you do.” I waved my hand around nervously. “Well, it has to do with that. Kotoko, as you probably know, has a soft spot for um… romance. The main thing she wanted to speak with me about was my uh…” I couldn’t physically take holding his gaze right now, and instead focused my eyes on my hands. I cleared my throat. “Relationship with… you. I… I guess what I’m trying to ask is…”

“Quit the bumbling, (L/N), I have places to be.”

I snapped my head up to study him. His tone was snappy and rude but his posture had the slightest note of… anxiety? I hadn’t seen that on him often. Seeing it built up my confidence.

“Right. Sorry.” My eyes wandered his form more, puzzling out his feelings. “My point is, do you mind if I tell Kotoko about a blossoming relationship between the two of us?” He stiffened further, his jaw tightening and his eyes widening. I was quick to explain. “Obviously I don’t expect you to actually date me, but if you could just not deny it in front of Kotoko, that would be-“

“Do you not want to date me?” He interrupted.

I froze, breaking my absentminded analysis to meet his nervous stare. “Wh…”

Byakuya immediately closed off, looking away from me. “Nevermind.”

My heart beat faster. “Wait, no. Are you…” I didn’t want to reveal my hand but, surely he already knew how I felt? He was practically as observant as me. I mustered an awkward laugh. “Is that a rhetorical question? Obviously we both know how I feel about you.”

He frowned, the tips of his ears turning pink. He opened his mouth only to soundlessly form shapes.

I watched his reaction with bewilderment. Did he really not know?? I took a step closer. “Byakuya, are you serious?”

He blinked down at me. “You… have feelings for me?”

“I thought it was painfully clear!” I gave an exasperated laugh. “Perhaps I give you more credit than you deserve.”

He spluttered before me—spluttered! “Well- I… I I had no idea.” His cheeks began to match his ears in hue. “You’ll… be delighted to hear that I feel the same way.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “Holy shit, really?”

He rolled his eyes. “Language.”

I grabbed his hands, yanking him closer to study his face. “You’re serious?”

“How many times do you plan to make me repeat myself?” He looked away from my eyes, his face reddening further.

I smiled giddily, his hands warm in mine. Maybe Kotoko was more observant than I gave her credit for.

~

Warriors of Hope POV

Kotoko watched them through the glass of the door, squealing when she saw them hold hands.

Masaru groaned, looking away. “Grooosss, why’d you tell her to do thaaat.”

She twirled around, clapping her hands together. “Because they’re in LOVE!! And people in LOVE should ALWAYS be TOGETHER!!!!”

Nagisa also grimaced at the sight. “Here I thought she was a professional. How unseemly… in front of us, no less.”

Kotoko bopped him lightly on the head, ignoring his indignant yelp. “You’re all being just awful! (Y/N)’s allowed to be happy, just like us!”

“You sure warmed up to her quick.”

She frowned, looking over at Jataro. He picked at his sleeves, not making eye contact. “Real bunch of demon-haters you guys are, duh huh… Falling for aaannyyyoonnnee’ss nice words…”

She furrowed her brow and opened her mouth to yell at him or call him ugly but stopped herself. She held her head up, looking down her nose at him primly. “I’d call you mean things but (Y/N) said that’s not cute. So just be quiet!”

Nagisa nodded, his hand white-knuckled on the table. “Well I don’t care about being cute. Jataro, (Y/N)’s risking a lot to give us a new chance. We owe her civility at the very least.”

Jataro frowned, tears welling up in his eyes. “You’re so mean to me.” His lips twitched up. “You hate me, don’t you? I’ll ruin your chances with (Y/N). After all, if there’s one bad apple, the rest are probably m-mmmooollldddyyy too.”

Masaru rummaged through the toys in the corner. “Whatever.” He picked up a soccer ball and grinned toothily. He dropped it onto his knee and tried to toss it to his other. It bounced off his leg but his spirit wasn’t dampened in the slightest as he ran over to retrieve it again. “You like her too, I can tell.”

Jataro huffed and plopped on the ground to draw, ignoring him. He heard rustling in his pocket as he sat down. He frowned, fishing through his pocket for the offending wrapper. His fingers met plastic and he pulled it out. A small orange candy twinkled up from his palm.

Kotoko gasped loudly, drawing his attention. She was looking out the window again, waving wildly. “She’s waving goodbye!! COME WAVE WITH ME.”

The others stood to join her but he did not. He stared down at the candy in wonder, unwrapping it carefully. It was from a company that didn’t have a factory in Towa City.

…It tasted nice. He hadn’t had their candy since before everything went down. He stared down at his violent drawing and crumpled it up, tossing it away. His blue crayon met the paper, drawing something nicer. Kinder. Stuff he used to draw… before. It was nice.

Masaru’s soccer ball collided with his head. “OOOOWW!” Jataro cried out, clutching his head dramatically.

“Ooops! Hehe, sorry Jataro.” Masaru picked up the ball with a grin.

a/n: pff thats as good of an ending as any ^^ hope u enjoyed :0!

#warriors of hope #danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa oneshot #Byakuya Togami #byakuya togami x reader #byakuya x reader #warriors of hope comfort #comfort #comfort fic #jataro #jataro kemuri #kotoko utsugi #masaru #masaru daimon #nagisa shingetsu #udg #udg oneshot #ultra despair girls #oneshot

[crackinwise]

Mondo having a thing about coating Taka with hickeys and Taka having a thing about very much enjoying the process is a good headcanon I've seen used several times, in both fic and art.

I see it causing an issue for them at least once.

Kiyotaka has the syllabus and upcoming events memorized before he and Mondo have a "session" so he won't be caught broadcasting his love life unwelcomed. Besides, he always fears he'll be accused of being hedonistic and immoral just for using some free time to feel wanted by the man he loves.

Meanwhile, Mondo knows to keep it below the uniform collar, but that's a lot of fair game there. After one night where they get carried away, Taka's torso from the base of the neck down looks like a leopard. Taka looks like he lost a fight with an octopus. But it's fine because a)Taka wanted it, and b)he can still look presentable in public with them covered.

But, the next day at gym, the class is told the schedule had to be rearranged and everyone is to head up to the pool. Taka instantly panics.

As everyone starts walking, he grabs Mondo's arm and pulls him to the back of the group.

"Mondo," he hisses, "I can't go to the pool!"

"Why?"

Taka fully despairs for a brief second. "If I take off my uniform, everyone will see the marks you've made!"

The caveman part of Mondo's brain makes his chest want to swell with a mixture of pride and possession, but it plummets down to become a lead ball in his stomach the instant he notices the unshed tears and fear in Taka's large eyes.

"It's okay. S'okay, I'll figure somethin out. Let's just get goin," Mondo promises him.

He can't let Taka feel humiliated. He mostly trusts his classmates by now--Taka would never have another middle school experience--but this wasn't a couple hickeys to get teased over and laugh off. Their peers' first reaction might be to get Taka a bodyguard and Mondo a muzzle. The teacher might investigate; Taka's dad might be called. Mondo shakes away the mental image of a mortified Taka and tries to actually problem solve.

He couldn't picture Taka sitting the period out on the bleachers and risk being a bad class leader. Taka could lie about feeling sick or needing somewhere else to be to work on his Talent, but he wouldn't. Taka wouldn't forgive him for pulling the fire alarm either. He didn't know of any clubs Taka could help at this hour. Would anything at the pool hide him when they got there?

Mondo's head snaps up with an idea and he walks faster to catch up with the classmate who made swimming pools her domain. "Asahina!"

Hina stops hopping around excitedly next to Sakura and turns to address him. "Mondo? What's up?"

He starts to whisper while also glaring at any classmates daring to curiously rubberneck. "I need a favor. Do ya have one of them, like, swim shirts? Y'know, surfers and shit wear 'em?"

"A rash guard?"

"Sure."

Hina frowns, apologetic. "No, I never thought to bring one here since the pool is indoors." She gives him a once-over. "And I'm not sure we'd be the same size."

"It's not...for me." Mondo rubs the back of his neck anxiously. He makes sure to keep his voice low. "It's for Taka."

"Since when does Ishimaru prefer a rash guard while swimming?" Kyoko asks, suddenly appearing on Mondo's other side, startling him.

"Holy fuck! Who who asked you?!" he yelps.

"You're not as quiet as you think you are," she helpfully warns them. "Here, let's walk to the side a bit."

The three step to the outside of the pack of students to continue talking a bit more covertly.

"Now, Oowada, what's this about?" Kyoko asks, eyes sharp.

Yeah!" Hina loudly whispers back. "Is Taka all right? Him asking for cover is concerning, ya know!"

Mondo's defensive annoyance threatens to flare up. "He's fine, but he can't go in the pool today. I can't tell ya why, so don't ask."

Maybe if another teacher needed help, but Mondo didn't know of any and unless one walked down the hall, he couldn't beg them. Or the headmaster!

"Oi!" Mondo's outburst causes Hina to jump. He lowers his voice once again, "Kirigiri! I need ya to ask yer dad if he has anythin he can call for Taka to work on. Like, now, for the whole period."

Kyoko's cool eyes narrow at him. He knows she's still trying to suss out his motives.

"If it were just for you, I'd demand more of an explanation, but this is for Ishimaru, right?" Even as she asks, she has her phone out, texting the headmaster. Mondo catches a glimpse of her text starting with "URGENT" and feels a wave of appreciation.

Finished, she looks from her phone back to Taka, still uncharacteristically silent and walking yards behind everyone else. She notes how he's hugging himself and darting his unfocused eyes around.

"Hmm." Her hand is up to her chin in thought. "Well, all we can do is wait for my father to answer me or make an announcement on his own. I could always just lie and say my father requested him."

"Y'know damn well he'd hate that and give us both detention when he found out," Mondo gripes. He understands why Taka refuses a little dishonest help, but it's still frustrating as hell sometimes.

"Yes," she agrees, her voice was as level and confident as always, "but that depends on how much he'd rather be tricked than show off your love bites."

"Right? Damn."

Hina, still close by and listening, covered her mouth to muffle a giggle.

Then Mondo's steps faltered. "HEY!"

His shout echoed around the hall, causing a few students to eyeball them. Makoto was clutching his chest, about ready to imitate a fainting goat.

Kyoko didn't so much as blink though. "It's as if you forget who I am. But don't worry, I'll take all the blame for lying to Ishimaru if it comes to that."

"Thanks," Mondo sighs out. "If you two didn't help, I was gonna pay Hiro to predict a pool disaster big enough to stall."

That causes Hina and Kyoko to realize the severity of the situation might be more than simple awkwardness.

"You know Hiro would try to charge you, like, hundreds of dollars for that," Hina says, worried. "Maybe thousands. Is Taka really that embarrassed by a hickey?"

Mondo swallows thickly but doesn't answer. He feels incredibly guilty. He feels like a danger to Taka's reputation for a new reason than the usual ones that sometimes haunt him. He knows hormones and his lack of self-control are a bad mix, but add in Taka enthusiastically praising his mouth, and he has zero hope of restraint.

They arrive at the changing rooms for everyone to switch into their swimsuits before going to the pool. The other students file inside while Mondo, Hina, Kyoko, and the trailing Taka hang back.

When Taka stops in front of them, his wide eyes finally focus on Mondo. He glances at the girls then says, hopefully, "Any, um, ideas?"

Mondo worries Taka is going to have a panic attack with the way he's breathing and clutching his blazer closed. As if the marks were magically visible through his uniform shirt too.

Kyoko brings her phone screen up to her face to check for a reply, then shakes her head at Mondo. Hina wrings her hands.

Deciding he's just going to kidnap Taka for the rest of the day and risk his boyfriend never speaking to him again, Mondo starts to grab Taka's arm.

The P.A. system squeaks on. "ISHIMARU, YOUR ASSISTANCE IS NEEDED IN THE HEADMASTER'S OFFICE, PLEASE!"

All four friends sag with relief. Hina does a little cheer, gives them a thumbs up and skips into the girl's changing room. Kyoko nods at Mondo's thankful expression and follows her inside.

Taka runs his fingers thru his hair, laughs bubbling out of him. He has no idea what had happened to save him, but he wasn't going to question it just now. He squeezes Mondo's wrist once with his left hand and smiles to convey he was never upset with his partner about the situation. Then he proceeds to speed-walk to the office.

Mondo's frayed nerves want him to break the rules and embrace Taka, but his impulsive actions have caused enough problems today. He turns to go get changed for the pool, his caveman pride starting to return after helping to protect his Kiyotaka.

Following this, Taka didn't let them have another "session" for a month, and when he did he made contingency plans to be nowhere near the pool for a full week.

#this was originally a two-sentence post wut am i doing #ishimondo #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo oowada #probably would have been funnier presenting the premise and leaving it to your imaginations my bad #danganronpa

[gtanddragons]

Caught

A companion piece to @hopemakesstuff‘s works “Protecting Assets” and “Role Reversal”, this one is tied into our friend group’s Shifter!Makoto AU! In which everyone’s favorite lucky boy can (somewhat) control his ability to change his size, and all the shenanigans that ensue as a result.

Warnings: Contains spoilers for chapter two of DR1.

(Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid—!)

He’s practically mumbling those words to himself in a feverish mantra as he forces himself to hurry down the tiled hallway of Hope’s Peak Academy. 

(Need to find somewhere to hide—!)

Makoto is trembling, panting from the effort of making his way through the school— although it would normally be a simple task, it was certainly anything but now that he was stuck at a meager three inches tall. Despair hung heavy over his head as what would ordinarily be a few minutes’ walk to the first floor classrooms had already taken him… what, twenty minutes at this brisk pace? Thirty? It felt like an eternity had passed, and yet he still had a ways to go.

The dining hall was closer, certainly, but it was also almost certain that everyone would be gathered there for the breakfast meeting.

He feels guilty for missing it. Just one more reason to scold himself— he should’ve eaten last night. Should have gotten some rest. Shouldn’t have worn himself ragged, because now he’s stuck at his most vulnerable in a school full of other students who could (and maybe even would) kill him without a second thought. Maybe even by accident, and that’s somehow an even more repulsive thought.

The only other student who even remotely knows about his… condition… is Kyoko Kirigiri. Not of his own volition, of course, but she’d figured it out a lot quicker than he’d expected.

…No, there was yet another person who knew. Had known, since they had gone to school together since they were children.

But there isn’t any point in making himself even more depressed by thinking about her. Not right now. Either way, she can’t help him now— and he can’t rely on finding Kyoko to help him, not when she’s likely still with the others in the dining hall. He can’t risk exposing himself to everyone else like this.

For a brief moment, his thoughts go quiet, having finally exhausted themselves. 

(It’s okay. I’m almost to the classroom. I can just… hide in there under the teacher’s desk or something, wait to be able to shift back up to normal. And it wouldn’t be a lie to say that my stomach was hurting this morning—)

“Puhuhu~! And wheeeere do you think you’re going, little mister lucky student?”

Makoto yelps as an all-too-familiar figure pops out from seemingly nowhere— but this time, Monokuma towers over him, making the already-terrifying headmaster seem even more like a horrible monster than a cute little bear plushie.

Monokuma leans down and crosses his stubby arms as best as he’s able, still chuckling all the while. “I’ll admit, it’s kiiiiinda cute watchin’ you scurry around like that.~”

Makoto winces and takes an involuntary step back, gulping as the headmaster’s sharp teeth come closer into view. “I— I, um. I’m… going to the classroom…”

The bear pats his cheek thoughtfully, that unsettling grin still a mere foot away. “Ahhh, don’t wanna go to the dining hall, huuuuh? Smart move! Don’t wanna accidentally make one of your classmates a murderer, ‘cause. Yooou know.~ It would be such a shame if someone were to step on ya, or— ohhhh, how horrid! If you wound up as someone’s lunch. How cruel! Gahahaha!”

A chill runs up Makoto’s spine, and it takes all of his willpower to not fall back in fear at that obnoxiously-loud laughter. Thankfully, though, Monokuma gets out of his face as he straightens up.

“Ahhh… I should proooobably let you go. After all, wellllll… just try not to get caught, eh? Puhuhu!”

And once again, the bear is taking off fast enough for Makoto’s head to spin, still left confused over what Monokuma had meant— until the sound of footsteps in the distance catches his attention. Coming from further down the hallway…

Makoto suddenly tenses, his face blanching. He recognizes the sound of the voices drawing ever closer, and even at this distance, it’s easy to see just who’s coming his way.

Byakuya… and, trailing behind him… Toko. 

...No. Judging from the obnoxious laughter resounding through the school hallway… that would be Genocide Jack. Great.

(Gghk--! How did I not hear them getting closer--?!)

Makoto furiously shakes his head-- he could take more time to curse Monokuma, and his awful luck, later. For now, he needs to find a place to hide, but staying out in the open hallway is practically a death wish. 

He desperately glances in the direction of classroom 1-A-- he’ll have to run towards Byakuya and Jill’s general direction, but if he hurries…!

(I-I’m already worn out, but just a little more--!)

Makoto takes off at a full-blown sprint to the classroom, all too aware of the potential consequences of getting caught. His heart hammers in his chest as the footsteps draw closer, his two classmates coming into view like towering buildings on the horizon.

--

“Ugh… if this turns out to be some kind of goose chase, I swear…” Byakuya complains, his nose crinkling in disgust. He’d been attempting to enjoy picking apart case files in the archive over a cup of coffee this morning, but apparently even that was too much to ask. First he’d been besieged by Genocide Jack-- his new apparent fangirl, even pushier than Toko-- and then that accursed bear had shown up and caused a ruckus, insisting on showing them something interesting. But as of yet, Byakuya had yet to see anything even remotely worthy of his attention, and he was starting to get even more frustrated.

“Kyahaha! Ohh, Master, you know I can’t resist that stormy, sullen face! This whole ‘goose chase’ is worth every step~!”

Byakuya lets out a world-weary sigh, gritting his teeth as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

(Just keep tuning her out or you’ll get an even worse headache, Byakuya. Why couldn’t she have been the guilty party in this most recent--)

A sudden yelp from Jill drags him out of his thoughts, the serial killer’s arm snapping up to point down the hall in front of them.

“Oh look at that!”

Byakuya’s gaze shifts to where she’s pointing fast enough to get the faintest glimpse of… something. Something small-- a blur of movement in the doorway of the classroom at the end of the hall.

“Oooh, what was that?! A mooouuusee? And it thinks it can run from meeee?”

Byakuya isn’t surprised when Jill suddenly tears off down the hallway towards the classroom, shrieking with laughter. But as he follows after her, he can’t resist the slight increase of speed in his steps-- had that thing really been a mouse? He’d only seen it for a split second, but the color and shape had seemed… off. Some kind of robot like Monokuma, perhaps? A new clue…?

Either way, perhaps this tedious distraction would prove to be fruitful in the end… 

--

Jill is on her hands and knees the moment after she rushes into the room, prowling the classroom and sniffing the air like some kind of wild animal. 

“Awww, think you can hide? From me? Cuuuuuute. Now…”

Jill grins madly even as she pokes her head under a nearby desk.

“Come out, come out, whereeeever you aaaaare~!”

—

It doesn’t take long for Byakuya to follow after Jill and reach the doorway to the classroom, but even then… by the time he gets there, he’s met with the sound of desks clattering to the floor in one chaotic sweep, a triumphant yell (“Gotcha!”), and… the sight of Jill huddled up with something clutched in her hands.

Something squirming and… crying out.

Byakuya’s brows dart sharply upwards. Although he can’t quite see, and the sound is so small… he recognizes that terrified squawking.

“Aw, boo,” Jill grumbles. “Tch, not even big enough for one of my scissors…”

Byakuya hardly has any time to react before Jill turns around and—

His hands instinctively snap outwards as something is tossed in his direction. Whatever it is hits squarely in the palms of his hands and his fingers curl tightly around it, a flailing, warm weight that could only belong to a living creature— the thought alone nearly makes him drop the thing in revulsion.

(Did she just throw a filthy mouse at—?!)

“Soooorry Master~!” Jill croons, before pouting and tapping the blade of her scissors against her cheek. “Hmph… here I was hoping for some real meat, or a full-size cute boy… not a bite-sized happy meal with a little Mac.”

(What on Earth is she prattling on about now—?)

Byakuya looks down to his hands, wincing at the feeling of the little creature in his hands struggling in his grip… but as soon as he looks down, he can hardly tear his eyes away.

Caught haphazardly in his fingers, struggling and whimpering… is none other than Makoto Naegi. For once, Byakuya is at a loss for words, blinking disbelievingly at the ridiculous sight.

“Speaaaaking of meat,” Jill interrupts, her sullen mood ending with a quick snip of her scissors. “Let’s keep looking around, Master! I’m sure that goose must be somewhere around here.~”

With an obnoxiously loud cackle, she’s already out the door again— momentarily leaving Byakuya alone with his ‘catch’.

His grip loosens considerably at not feeling any more resistance; for a second, he feels a sudden twinge of grim resignation, thinking that perhaps the tiny boy sprawled out in his hands had died from the impact… though that theory is quickly disproven as he leans his head in closer, noting the subtle rise and fall of Makoto’s chest.

Just unconscious, then. Though, just to make sure (and to satiate some of his burning curiosity), Byakuya cautiously runs his fingertips over Makoto’s limbs.

Nothing broken, and… after using the tip of his nail to lift up Makoto’s hoodie and shirt, he can safely say that his little classmate managed to escape the ordeal with minimal bruising.

“‘Ultimate Lucky Student’ indeed,” Byakuya mutters. He lifts his hands even higher, squinting to get a better look at Makoto’s face. 

The boy seems peaceful, at least, although…

…He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. The dark circles under Makoto’s eyes are none of his concern. What is his concern, however…

Byakuya gives the classroom one last, cursory glance before carefully slipping Makoto’s limp form into his blazer pocket. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, even as he exits the classroom.

Finally, something interesting.

Very, very interesting.

#gtronpa #alt title: makoto regrets his life choices (part 1 of several) #shifter!makoto au #giant/tiny #astral makes stuff #the writing corner #fandom g/t

[the-apocryphal-one]

Hey, I'm the anon that asked you about the fankids.

About the headcannon, you can do whichever you like. I mean, it's yours after all. You did mention that you change somethings about them, can you tell me what it is? Or how their parents care or think about them. I'm more curious about Naegi, Kuzuryuu and Tanaka's kid though.

Also I love Shiori-chan! If I draw someday, I might put her with my own Hinanami kid. Hahaha..ha

it took me MONTHS to get to this, I'm so sorry.

Tweaks are mostly minor stuff. Like when I first designed Akira, I pictured him being on rocky terms with his parents due to their fame casting shadows on him. But after thinking about it, Makoto is pretty emotionally intelligent and Kyoko is Kyoko, so they would probably pick up on that and talk to him about it. So I kept the ‘had a rough time with his parents for a bit’ but added ‘it’s improved since’.

And thank you, I’m glad you love Shiori! I would love to see or hear about your Hinanami kid :)

--------

Kirigiri Akira:

- Flowers are some of Kyoko's favored gifts. Makoto, being the adorable sap he is, planted a garden for her after they were married, and they like to spend free time maintaining it. Almost from the moment Akira could walk, he was in the dirt with them, planting flowers and yanking out weeds and watering. He never lost that love of gardening or flowers as he grew up; he has his own windowsill garden and still likes to tend to his parents’.

- There was a brief time when he wasn’t getting along with either of his parents, due to feeling in their shadows (Makoto as the Ultimate Hope, Kyoko as the Ultimate Detective), but they picked up on the cause, sat down with him, and worked it out. Secretly, though, he still expects great things from himself.

- He likes to play laser tag with his dad and Aunt Komaru. Akira usually doesn’t win between his dad’s luck and Komaru’s shooting skills, but he always has fun.

- Kyoko’s the parent who stayed home while he and his sister were little. She and Makoto both felt that the re-opened Hope’s Peak was too new to entrust to someone else’s supervision, and with the upbringing she had, she didn’t believe at all her work should come before her children. She did train them as detectives, however, and began working again once they were old enough to tag along.

- Makoto is the kind of dad who is like “oh, are these the newest trends kids your age are into?” but he's not embarrassing or cringey about it because he’s so genuine. He won’t spend lots of money on the latest fad, but he will be interested in whatever song or tv show Akira’s interested in.

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Kuzuryu Yuki:

- He’s the ‘mom’ friend. The ‘NO DRINKING, we’re underage!’ friend. The ‘we’re on a roadtrip and out of food BUT I secretly packed extra granola bars and know where the nearest convenience store is’ friend. (Not that they go on roadtrips, but if they did, he’d be prepared)

- The real reason he dresses formally and grew his hair out is because it counters his babyface somewhat. You will NEVER see him in casual clothes like t-shirts because they make it so much worse.

- Peko built a treehouse for him (and Fuyuhiko) when he was a kid. It wasn’t in Hotel Mirai, but it was only a short distance away. Fuyuhiko would go up there with him and play along with whatever games he invented, and when Yuki was worn out, they’d eat sweets and gaze out over the island. Sometimes he had sleepovers there with his friends or parents. Yuki still adores that treehouse.

- Once Peko got over her initial fear of him crying while in her arms, she held him a ton as a baby. And I mean a ton. He started throwing fits whenever he was put down, and at that point Fuyuhiko had to (gently) intervene.

- He has a straight-laced personality, glasses, a ponytail, and suspenders, so he looks a bit harmless or maybe even nerdy. That means he is, right? WRONG. He is a secret badass with kendo and also knows some martial arts thanks to his aunts and uncles. Do not pick a fight with him (or any of the SDR2 fankids, but there’s the most discrepancy between how one looks and one’s actual ability to fight with him).

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Tanaka Naomi:

- Sonia is a princess. She has almost certainly never cooked, cleaned, or done laundry before. That means a majority of the housework falls to Gundham. And boy, does Gundham ham it up while doing housework.

- Naomi loves doing chores. Why? Because she can hear her father booming about "removing the blemishes on this dimension" in the room over, and he's having so much fun, and he'll tug her in or she'll jump in but it inevitably ends up fun for her as well. It's been that way since she was little.

- Sonia taught her the etiquette of Novoselic royalty growing up, so she has perfect posture, knows how to handle military weaponry, and can speak thirty languages.

- Gundham doesn’t have that level of proficiency, but he did sit in on Naomi’s linguistic lessons too and has picked up several more languages. He wanted to show support to his wife and daughter. Little Naomi was delighted by the fact she could learn languages faster than her father.

- She spends a lot of time working with animals, so she doesn’t put a lot of thought into her everyday appearance. Not much point when her clothes are going to get dirty, she needs to keep her hair out of her face, and nails will break. However, she does like playing around with makeup, and she enjoys the times when she is able to glam herself up.

#fankids #my fankids #naegiri #kuzupeko #sondam #otp #dangan ronpa #sdr2 #dangan ronpa 3 #answers

[shslrose]

Hope - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu x Reader

Summary: You try to recover the Ultimate Yakuza from despair, but things don’t go as planned when you begin to develop feelings for each other.

It had been a while since Makoto Naegi had recruited you. You had become close friends after surviving the Killing Game of Hope’s Peak Academy together, along with Aoi Asahina, Kyoko Kirigiri, Toko Fukawa, and Byakuya Togami. Makoto had a plan to save the Remnants of Despair using the Neo-World Program, and he needed your help to develop the technology. You worked alongside him and Alter Ego in order to create the program, and during the development, Makoto asked you to have sessions with the Remnants in order to learn more about the psychological trauma that Junko Enoshima and Mukoro Ikasaba had inflicted upon them. So, against Future Foundation orders, you had been secretly meeting with the Remnants in an undisclosed location unknown to your boss, Chairman Tengan.

Your primary subject was none other than Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu. 

Initially, you seemed to make no progress with him. He would open up a little, only to go right back into despair. During your first session, he merely grinned while you asked him about Junko and the despair he helped her spread. 

“Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu… the Ultimate Yakuza, and former student of Hope’s Peak Academy,” you stated, reading his file. You sat across from him, a table between the two of you. He was handcuffed to his chair, as a precautionary measure.

“Damn right,” he replied, despair swirling in his one eye, the other being covered up by his eyepatch. 

“You, along with the other despairs, have killed so many… do you feel regret?” You asked, carefully. You leaned forward in your chair, eager to hear his response.

“Regret?” He asked back, before laughing. “Hahahaha, why would I regret killing any of those bastards?  Death is natural for the weak, it’s survival of the fucking fittest!”

“Was Natsumi weak?” You asked, with a cold tone. Suddenly, you watched a thousand emotions flash through his eye. Shock came first; his eye widened at the mention of his beloved sister.

“Natsumi…” he muttered quietly, as though it was the first time in a long time that he’d thought of her. A sadness took over his expression, and for a moment you thought there might be tears welling up in his eye, but just as quickly as it had come, the sadness dissipated and was quickly replaced by despair.

“My sister….my little sister…. Natsumi…” he continued muttering, “her death…. brought me so much despair! So much glorious despair! Hahaha!”

He was gone again, his mind consumed by despair once more. It didn’t matter, you had seen it. For even just a moment, you had seen genuine emotion in him, and you knew then that there was hope for not only him, but for all the Remnants. You wondered if you could get him to show emotion again…

“Despair?” You asked. “Is that why you killed Sato? Because you wanted to feel despair? Or, maybe you wanted to make Mahiru feel despair?”

At the mention of Sato’s name, you watched as pure rage flashed across his face.

“That fucking bitch...Sato!” he exclaimed. “Despair had nothin’ to fuckin’ do with it...I had to kill her, for Natsumi…”

You watched his rage bleed into sadness as he continued. “Natsumi… she came to Hope’s Peak for me… she wanted to be the Ultimate Little Sister… she should have been the Ultimate Yakuza, and everyone knew it. She would have been a better heir to the Kuzuryuu clan, but…”

He trailed off then, as if the rest were too painful to remember. You reached across the table, and placed your hand on his.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Fuyuhiko.”

He said nothing then, just stared blankly in front of them. Despair and hope were waging a war within his mind, and it was all you could do to pray for hope. 

Over the past few weeks, you felt as though you had made significant progress bringing Fuyuhiko back to the side of hope. You began to think that the Neo-World might not even be necessary; perhaps you could bring the Remnants back to their former selves without erasing their memories of despair.

What you did not know was that Fuyuhiko had a plan of his own: to convert you to the side of despair.

With each session, he felt himself growing closer to you. He wanted you to feel the chaos of despair, just as he did. 

You would never admit it, but you felt yourself growing closer to him as well. You hated yourself for it: it was unprofessional, it was wrong, Naegi was counting on you, how could you let yourself get distracted?

You recalled your last session with him; you’ve been encouraging to recall his memories of being a student of Hope’s Peak.

“Kazuichi was obsessed with Sonia,” said Fuyuhiko. “Still is, I guess. The bastard was always fuckin’ following her around. ‘Suppose she liked Gundham better though.”

Ah, Gundham. You had met with him a few times, but he would always start shouting about “unleashing pandemonium” on you, so your sessions with him were few and far between.

“But that Teruteru bastard was even worse than Kazuichi,” he continued. “That pervert would fuck anything with a pulse!”

You laughed then, and Fuyuhiko began to laugh too. Sitting across from you, with his hands bound to the chair, he had nothing to do other than stare at you and admire you. It dawned on him that he loved the sound of your laughter, it brought him hope. But before long, despair settled in again, and he felt a strong desire to hurt you: he loved the sound of your laugh, and so he longed for the despair he would feel at the sound of your screams. He could imagine himself standing over you, with a revolver in his hand, listening to you beg and cry for your life. The despair it brought him to imagine you in pain was absolutely glorious.

Meanwhile, you considered how different the Remnants were now, compared to Fuyuhiko’s classroom stories. You had to ask about it once more.

“Fuyuhiko, I just don’t understand. It seems like after Yukizome became your teacher, all of you were filled with hope… it just doesn’t make sense, how you’ve all ended up like...this… Please, tell me, what did Junko do to you all?”

He ignored your question almost entirely, simply grinning before repeating your words back to you. “After Yukizome became our teacher, heh...Chisa Yukizome…Hahahaha!”

You didn’t understand. What was so funny, you wondered. It was impossible for you to know that Chisa Yukizome herself, your esteemed colleague, was also a Remnant of Despair, and had participated in turning the students into Remnants.

“Please, Fuyu,” you begged softly. “I want to help you, I want to fill you with hope. Tell me what filled you with despair, so I can reverse it…”

“I can’t tell you… but I’ll show you,” Fuyuhiko said slyly. You didn’t have time to consider what he meant, because in a flash he rose from the chair, bounds undone. You hadn’t noticed him freeing himself, he must have distracted you with his stories in order to free himself without raising suspicion. He brandished a sharp object in his hand, and you wondered if he had crafted a makeshift knife out of a utensil given to him earlier.

“Fuyu…?” You asked, terrified. In seconds, he had thrown the knife across the room and directly into your chest. It cut deep, and the pain of the wound and the betrayal burned deep. Blood began to pour from your chest, painting your crisp white shirt a bright magenta pink.

He rushed to your side, and you could see genuine pain in his expression, despite the despair that swirled in his eyes.

“Watching you die… will bring me so much...despair!” He murmured, as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your dying body closer to him. “Seeing you in pain… pain that I inflicted… makes me feel so hopeless…!”

“F-fuyu… please,” you gasped, before coughing up blood. It was pointless; your words could no longer reach him. Any pleading only pushed him further into despair. The hopelessness of the situation filled you both with despair.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and there you saw Makoto, Toko, and Kyoko. 

“Y/N?!” Makoto exclaimed, shocked at your injuries. At the sight of your blood, Toko fainted immediately, and then awoke as Genocide Jill. Using her detective skills, Kyoko quickly connected the dots between Fuyuhiko being free from his bounds and your injury.

“Genocide Jill!” Kyoko called out. “Apprehend the Remnant.”

Using her scissors, it was easy for her to pin the yakuza to the wall, although Kyoko did have to restrain her from killing him, as Genocide Jill was eager to kill the “adorable little man.”

Makoto had already rushed over to you, picking you up and carrying you out of the room.

“Don’t worry Y/N, you’re going to be okay! I’ll get you help, okay? Just stay with me,” Makoto said, trying to keep you calm. “I’m glad I came when I did.”

“Perfect… timing,” you mumbled, barely audible. “You...really are… the Ultimate...Lucky Student.”

Makoto chuckled, still carrying you out of the room. Over his shoulder, you could still see Fuyuhiko, who Kyoko was interrogating. Maybe you were delirious from the blood loss, but he almost seemed relieved that you were being saved; it was as though he were hopeful you would survive.

                                                       LATER

The Neo World Program was successfully completed. Despite it being hijacked by Izuru Kamakura, a few of the Remnants were able to survive the Killing School Trip, and now it was time for you, Makoto Naegi, Kyoko Kirigiri, and Byakuya Togami to enter the simulation for yourselves, in order to prevent Alter Ego Junko Enoshima from spreading despair to the entire world.

It had been a while since you had seen Fuyuhiko, and although you had physically recovered from your injury, you hadn’t recovered from his betrayal. He had tricked you, manipulated you, and then tried to kill you. Of course, he had been under the influence of Junko’s despair, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t still care for him. You wanted to save him, you wanted hope to win the battle against despair within his mind

When you entered the simulation and appeared at the class trial ground, you were incredibly shocked to see the version of Fuyuhiko that stood before you. He was filled with both hope, and despair. His heart was full of hope, full of love for his sister Natsumi and best friend Peko and classmate Chiaki, but also full of despair, from the grief of losing them.

Initially, he was willing to side with despair, to let Junko take over, if it meant he would get to see his best friend, Peko. You couldn’t let that happen, you couldn’t allow despair to consume him again.

“Fuyuhiko, please!” You begged, causing him to focus on you; he remembered you slightly, you had been in the 78th class of Hope’s Peak Academy while he had been in the 77th. “I...I know you don’t remember me, but I remember you. And I’ve seen hope in you, Fuyu. Please, don’t fall into despair. Choose hope. For Chiaki. For Peko. For Natsumi. Please, choose hope for me.”

He could not remember you, but upon seeing you plead for his hope, he felt something. A connection. A sense of deja vu. He knew that, in the real world, you must have been something to him, something important. 

“Y/N…” he muttered, allowing your name to flood his mind. Hearing your name escape his lips, it filled him with hope. “I… I choose hope! Let’s end this fuckin’ killing game!”

And so, Hajime, who had remembered his other identity of Izuru, ended the killing game, and the surviving Remnants woke up, cured of their despair. 

It pained you to see the others, who had remained comatose. You had faith in Hajime, who declared that he would use the talents he had gained from becoming Izuru in order to save the other Remnants. 

After the simulation ended, you reunited with Fuyuhiko.

“Y/N… you saved me. You gave me hope, when I was filled with so much fuckin’ despair,” he said. “Even though I hurt you… you still believed in me… but I don’t deserve your forgiveness. Not after what I…”

He looked at you, wincing when he noticed your visible scar from his attack.

“Fuyuhiko, please, there’s nothing to forgive you for. It wasn’t your fault, it was Junko’s.”

“Junko,” he said through gritted teeth. “That fuckin’ bitch. If she wasn’t already dead, I would fuckin’ kill her. Because of her despair, I… I wanted to hurt you… so that I could feel the despair of seeing someone I.. someone I love… in pain.”

A blush came across his face as he finished, and for a moment, you couldn’t believe what you heard.

“S-someone… you love..?” You asked.

“Don’t fuckin make me say it again, Y/N…!” He was visibly embarrassed, refusing to make eye contact. You were sure this was the happiest day of your life, Fuyuhiko had been cured of despair, and confessed his love for you. You were absolutely speechless, so he spoke again.

“Should’ve done this a long fuckin’ time ago,” he said, before his hand on your waist and pulling  you into a passionate kiss. 

#fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #fuyuhiko kuzuryu kin #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #fuyuhiko x reader #ultimate yakuza #danganronpa #super danganronpa two #danganronpa 2 #makoto naegi #junko enoshima #hajime hinata #izuru kamukura

[m87gallium]

Sakuraoi fic! Oneshot!

But here is a pt 2??? And I am planning a pt 3??? :O

Aoi loves Sakura. She loves Sakura.

And Sakura knows, she assures her. She knows. Aoi doesn’t have to say it all the time, Sakura smiles. Now, she says, do you want to race again? The pool water’s lovely today, isn’t it?

But Sakura doesn’t know! Hina is never brave (or maybe cowardly) enough to tell her that the way she wants to mean it.

She twists the hem of her white shirt and swims stronger than ever before. But her hands fall on the water softly: she doesn’t want to risk imagining they are hitting Kenshiro. He deserves Sakura.

Maybe in the same way she does not. And the rush of adrenaline that hits her halfway across the pool is barely enough to wash her jealousy clean off.

When the survivors of the Hope’s Peak Killing Game are offered their memories in rows of pale vials, Hina, blanched and anxious, takes the professor's assistant to the next room and asks them in panicky, guilt-ridden whispers, to not give her any concerning Sakura.

The reason why she can't remember... why she's not strong enough... is because she can't face thinking that she was never able to tell Sakura. Or thinking that she spent two whole years with Sakura by her side! With Sakura! Sakura, who she... who she loves. To think that she was never strong enough to tell her that she loved her romantically, despite whatever Sakura's response may have been.

To think that she never will, because Sakura's dead!

She feels awful for days after. Her bathing suit hangs stagnant in her cupboard, and her mind blurs and sharpens as memories come back, and as feelings become patterns of painful thoughts.

She has a particularly horrible fantasy where Sakura watches her from the afterlife and cries because she thinks Hina wants to forget her.

And of course she doesn't! Aoi's heart beats and twists and turns for Sakura! She'd give it all to be by her side again! But she can't! She can't even face remembering her bright eyes, and the vague contours of her pretty smile one more time.

She feels like a coward.

Aoi Asahina can strike the Togami heir across the face, and defy despair herself and fight for a noble cause in a hopeless shell of a world. She can try and become a beacon of light to others, and she will!

But she shall never be strong enough to face her own weakness.

After a week of Makoto's insistent ringing at the bell, she gathers the strength to finally leave her grey, dull dorm.

Kirigiri sits by her at lunch in silence and gives her a deliberately direct glance during the afternoon briefing on the Future Foundation's next mission.

At the end of the day, Hina lets her hug her and finally cries and sobs and warbles about how awful she feels about The Tragedy and the Killing Game and maybe, more selfishly, about Sakura.

Kyoko, cold in appearance and demeanour as she is, nods and feels her eyes sting. Memories of her father during the missing years do not lie dormant like Hina's, and the wounds of regret and melancholy still smart in an almost foolish manner.

Aoi finds understanding and inspiration in Kirigiri's hushed words, and the next morning she dusts off her bathing suit first thing in the morning and does 300 laps! Well... Toko counts only 250.

But it's a start.

#aoi asahina #asahina aoi #sakura ogami #sakura oogami #oogami sakura #ogami sakura #sakuraoi #sakuraoi fic #to light the sacrificial write #text #danganronpa #danganronpa fic #danganronpa fanfic #dr1 #danganronpa thh #danganronpa spoilers (?)

[speuradair]

After School Lesson | M.N.

(Author’s Note- This is a reupload of a fic I posted a few months ago. I realized that it was deleted at some point? I’m not sure how or why, but here it is again lol)

Word Count: 3.1k

Contains: Death mention, swearing, angst, injury

Requested: by @technolilly​

“Hi! How about a Makoto X Reader where Makoto, Kyoko, and the reader were the three most suspicious people in the Mukuro trial. During the trial, Reader takes the blame off Makoto but at the last second Kyoko throws the reader under the bus, meaning everyone voted for reader so she was executed? Alter ego saves her and then Makoto and Kyoko rescue her from the garbage? Basically just make the first half really angsty and then have a happy reunion? Feel free to change anything you want! Tysm! “

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“Being optimistic is the only thing I’m good at.” - Makoto Naegi

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Thousands of horrific incidents happened everyday. People got attacked, things got stolen, accidents happened. It was just a fact of life. Yet somehow, even after hearing news reports of heinous crimes everyday of your almost eighteen years of life, you’re still never prepared for anything horrific to happen to you.

Then again, this kind of thing was recognizably unprecedented. In all of those newscasts you’d heard, both actively and passively, you’d never heard about anything like this. How could you have possibly prepared to be thrown into the midst of a Killing Game? 

Though it was hard to keep track of the days while being secluded away, you were certain you’d been trapped in Hope’s Peak Academy for at least a month. There had been over 730 hours to process this, but it still didn’t feel real. Maybe on some level you were subconsciously clinging onto a false shred of hope that this was just a night terror, or maybe your mind just wasn’t willing to admit that things really were this dire. Regardless of the reasoning, you’d spent your days here in an unlikely mix of dread and apathy. You were both hyper-aware and numb. 

And somehow, even in moments of heightened tension like this one, you found yourself spacing out and losing small chunks of time. You hadn’t even noticed you’d zoned out at first, and you certainly hadn’t intended to, but you realized you’d missed the last minute or so of the Class Trial. In circumstances like this, not catching a minute’s worth of conversation could have been a deadly mistake.

“Without my room key, I couldn’t have possibly put the locker key in there myself.”

Kirigiri was still debating Byakuya’s claim that she must’ve killed Mukuro, as the key to the locker holding the believed murder weapon was found in her room. Thankfully, that meant you couldn’t have missed anything too revolutionary. You took this to be reassuring and allowed your gaze to deviate from the two arguing over to the brown haired boy standing at the podium beside yours. The trial was in full swing and Makoto looked as pensive as everyone in the room did, but he still remembered to keep a tight, reassuring grip on your hand as you stood in the space next to his. While preoccupied with pinning the culprit, there was still a part of his mind focused on comforting you. 

“Does no one have any objections? Do you accept what Kirigiri is saying?” 

After receiving only silence , Byakuya sighed. “I see. We have no choice but to accept it. It wasn’t Kirigiri who put the locker key in her room, but someone else.”

“But.. who is ‘someone else’? Toges, you had Kiri’s key, right?” Hiro questioned. 

“Yes, but I have an alibi. After 10 p.m., I was with you all. It’s not possible for me to have murdered Mukuro Ikusaba or to have put the key in Kirigiri’s room.”

“Then who did put the key in Kiri’s room?” Byakuya was quick to answer Hiro again. “There’s only one reasonable possibility- He had the key with him and pretended as though he found it in Kirigiri’s room.” “You’re talking about... Naegi?” Aoi’s voice cracked a bit as she spoke, a look not unlike betrayal clouding over her soft features. 

“That’s the only explanation.”

“That’s not possible,” You spoke up without a second thought, though your voice was weaker than you had intended, “While we were investigating in the bio lab, Makoto gave me his jacket, and there definitely wasn’t anything in his pockets then. We went straight to the garden so he could meet with Byakuya after that, so he couldn’t have stopped to get it. If it wasn’t in his jacket, where else would he have been able to hide that bulky key without you noticing he had it?”

“Hm, I suppose that is a fair point. It would have been rather difficult to conceal it just beneath his shirt..” Byakuya looked away again in thought, seemingly satisfied with your reasoning.

“He actually took off his jacket? I didn’t think he ever took that thing off...”

“Oh yeah, he totally did! (Name) was still wearing it when they came into the garden! She even had her hands in the pockets,” Aoi confirmed to Yasuhiro, her voice brighter now that her friend didn’t seem like the culprit. 

“You had his jacket, (name)?” Kyouko raised her hand to her chin in thought, “It’s true that Makoto clearly didn’t have the key in his pocket when he gave her his jacket, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t in his pocket when he got it back.”

“Huh?” 

Other than Makoto, Kirigiri was the student you trusted the most. You’d covered for her multiple times, and followed her command even when you didn’t understand her motives or reasoning. You had offered to let her stay in your room with you last night when Byakuya confiscated her key. In a normal high school scenario, you wouldn’t have hesitated to call her one of your best friends. 

She couldn’t possibly be implying what you thought… right? 

“If the key wasn’t in his pocket this morning and he never stopped back at his dorm, he couldn’t have had it when the murder took place. Yet somehow it was in his pocket by the time he needed to plant it in my room,” she spoke with an almost chilling certainty. “There was only one person who would have had the opportunity to pass the key off to him in time.”

She sounded calm, not at all like someone accusing their friend of murder. 

“Hold on-” Makoto raised his hands defensively, unintentionally tugging the one in your grasp away rather harshly. He wasn’t happy when he was under suspicion, but now she was accusing you? 

But Kyouko didn’t yield. 

“Makoto was the only person who could have placed the key in my room, but there’s only one person who could have had it when Mukuro was killed. There’s also only one person that Makoto would be willing to cover for- his girlfriend.”

“What?!” you practically spit out your response. 

“H-hold on a second! That’s not what happened!” Makoto was reeling. “Let’s think things through again! There’s something at work behind the scenes here- there has to be! This whole class trial doesn’t make any sense, don’t you guys agree?! Mukuro Ikusaba, who we’d never seen before, suddenly shows up dead… and there’s a class trial for it?! A- and Kirigiri was saying, too, that this is all a trap set by the Puppetmaster! So it’s gotta be-” 

Monokuma’s shrill voice cut off Makoto’s desperate rambling. “Okay! Time’s up!”

“What?”

“Time’s uuuup! The Class Trial is oooover! So there’s no need to talk about anything else!” 

“W- what the hell? We’re out of time?” Makoto replied first, your reaction trailing quickly after. 

“Hold on, what do you mean? That’s not fair!”

“We’ve never had a time limit!” Suddenly even Kyouko looked panicked, her restraint and conviction having vanished as the trail was definitively ended. There was no going back. 

“All thanks to your tardiness, Kirigiri! ‘Cause of you, we were tight on time! With that said, you guys, it’s Ballot Time! Please cast your ballot using the switch in front of you!”

Makoto’s green eyes met yours as you both turned towards each other at the same time. The look of pure trepidation and disbelief etched onto his features must’ve mirrored yours perfectly. 

“Ballot… time?”

-

“I’m… the culprit?” your voice was soft, almost too quiet for even your boyfriend beside you to hear it. 

“N-no, that’s not right, guys-” Makoto was immediately shaking his head in shock and confusion, his hand reaching out for yours again desperately as he tried to make a last minute plea for them to believe him. Your words cut him off though, the panic fully setting in. 

“That’s not right! I didn’t do it! Th- this doesn’t make any sense!” 

“It’s time for another super exciting, heart-pounding punishment!!”

Your gaze directly snapped to Kirigiri, who looked even paler than usual- as if the weight of what her lies had caused was setting in. You’d had her back this entire time, and she blamed you. She framed you.  “W- why me?”

“I have no illusions for earning your forgiveness, because all of this is my fault..” her response was simple and to the point, just like her answers always were. She was acting like she usually did, except that she’d just betrayed you in the most brutal way possible. 

“Kirigiri, tell them-” Makoto made his own frantic appeal for her to clear this up, to do anything to stop them from ripping you away from him. He moved urgently, throwing his arms around you and clutching you to his chest. They couldn’t just execute you when you weren’t the actual culprit, right? This wasn’t how this game was supposed to be played. 

Yet Monokuma insisted, and you were forcefully dragged away from your boyfriend’s secure embrace. 

“Let’s get the ball rollin’! It’s punishment time!”

You have been found guilty. Time for the punishment! 

The sharp fibers of the ropes around your legs and wrists dug into your skin, dispelling any chance you had at convincing yourself that this was just some bad dream. You could feel the frayed rope stabbing your skin, the sputtering of the conveyor belt below your desk, the shake that spread through the room with every 

Thud 

thud

thud

Of the giant machine pounding into the ground behind you. 

Almost against your own will, you were flailing against the chair, screaming and sobbing, begging for help. No one could help you, no matter how hard you screamed, and flailing only made the sharp rope cut into your skin more than it already was. 

This wasn’t how this was supposed to end. You’d promised Makoto that the two of you would take down the Mastermind and get out of here together, yet somehow, you’d ended up in the execution chair. For a crime you didn’t commit. This was it, this was how you went. You had lost and there was nothing you could do about it. 

You were going to be blackened, and you had to accept it.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to calm yourself, though your chest still shook with sobs. 

You thought of Makoto. You thought of how he’d been so reassuring and supportive during your time here. How he’d pull you into his side when you got too overwhelmed, or hold your hand when you investigated together. How warm he felt when he’d squeeze you into a tight hug, or how nice his jacket smelled when he let you wear it. How he could never tie his uniform tie correctly. How he had looked at you with pure love in his eyes that day while lying together under a sakura tree outside of the school, with the warm sun filtering through the petals onto your skin… when had that happened?

But a sudden new sound startled you and you opened your eyes without thinking. The heavy foot of the machine had frozen, and was now giving off a grating buzzing noise as if it was trying with all its power to still move, to still crush. 

You almost missed it in your surprise, but out of the corner of your eye you caught a familiar face flash onto the screen in front of you. Alter Ego? 

Then you were falling. The foot had stopped, but the conveyor belt had kept going and the desk rolled off of it, sending you flying backwards into the dark. 

Your eyes opened slowly, fogginess swelling in your mind as you tried to remember what happened and where you were.  Unfortunately, it only took a few moments for the violent memories of the trial and execution to come flooding back to you. The crushing block had halted, but then you fell backwards, still tied tight to the old wooden desk. Splintered bits of that desk lied around you, seemingly having shattered on impact. That same impact must've knocked you unconscious, but you were most definitely alive. Alter Ego had stopped the execution. 

You weren’t sure where you had ended up at first; it wasn’t a part of the school you’d seen before. Considering the rancid smell and large piles of garbage, there was really only one place it could be- the bottom of the trash chute. 

Pushing through the pounding headache pulsing from your neck, you stood to your feet to study your surroundings. Did you still have to watch out for Monokuma and the Mastermind, or had they presumed you to be dead? Had they all presumed you to be dead? Naturally your thoughts returned to Makoto- had he assumed you were dead? That thought made you feel even more nauseous than you had been from your probable concussion. There was a chance that everyone had written off trying to help you, even your boyfriend. You wanted to believe that he wouldn’t stop looking for you until he was absolutely certain you were gone, but your frayed nerves coaxed you to dwell on that feeling, that despair, of being totally forgotten. 

Salty tears slipped onto your lips, the sudden taste snapping you back to reality a bit. You hadn’t even realized you were crying at first. What was the point of crying now? That wasn’t going to accomplish anything other than intensifying your dehydration. The only productive thing you could do was to search for food, water or a way out. 

The large door at the front of the room was bolted shut. Of course it was. All of the food was rotten. Of course it was. With no way out and no food to eat, the only thing you could do was to give into the exhaustion- both mental and physical. 

So you slept. You hadn't really slept since this killing game had started, and though this wasn't any less tense of a situation, it was the first time in a while where there wasn't anything to do. There was no investigating to do or people to watch out for. Down here, the only thing you could do was feed that need to sleep. 

A loud thud shook the ground and startled you awake, your eyes immediately scanning the area cautiously. Nothing looked different at first, but you were certain that something heavy had just fallen down. Then you noticed that all too familiar green jacket peeking out of what must have been a new pile of trash bags. 

"M- Makoto?!" 

He groaned for a second, trying to recover from the rough landing, before his green eyes flickered open. They met with yours, and somehow, even in this twisted situation, his gaze still made your heart race. 

"(Name)! You're okay!" The clumsy boy scrambled to his feet as quickly as he could, trying not to slip on the trash he'd fallen down with. He barely wasted a second to steady himself before throwing his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as tightly as he could.  

It almost didn't feel real, like maybe you'd hallucinated him out of desperation and hunger from the last day or so of being down here alone. You hugged him back just as tightly, as if he might slip away if you didn't cling to him. Despite the lingering scent of trash around you, he still smelled as comforting and nice as you remembered. He still ran his fingers through your hair soothingly like he usually did. He still felt like home. 

He was really here, he'd come to save you. 

After a few moments of clinging to each other in silence, he lifted his fingers from your hair, a soft gasp leaving his lips. “Your head was bleeding?”

“I guess I landed wrong,” you tried to joke, though your laugh was breathy and unconvincing. Your dizziness and headache implied a concussion, but you weren’t ready to volunteer that information to him yet. In turn he pulled away to look you over completely

 “You look so much better than I expected though! I kinda thought maybe you wouldn't be..." He didn't dare finish that thought. He'd come entirely too close to losing you too many times for him to even say it out loud anymore. "I was really worried about you." 

"I wasn't sure you'd come after me," you confessed softly, burying your face in his shoulder as you leaned into him again. 

"I'll... always come after you." He pressed an endearing kiss to your messy, splayed hair as a flustered blush set in on his cheeks. Even after going through all of this together and being together like you had, Makoto still got embarrassed from affection and admitting his feelings so blatantly.

“I brought you food and water.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You reached out to grab what he was holding immediately. Simple bread and water had never seemed so delicious. 

After waiting for you to finish eating, which admittedly didn’t take very long, he laced his long fingers with yours. “C’mon, we need to get you out of here.”

“How? That door is locked and there’s no way we can climb high enough to go back out through the trash chute..” 

He flashed you that knowing, assured grin that you loved so much. It couldn’t have been more than a few days since you’d seen him, but seeing him smile at you like that again was enough to make you want to cry and cling to him tighter than you ever had before. Had there been no rush to get out of this hole, you would’ve done just that. 

His free hand disappeared into his jacket pocket for just a second before returning into sight with a shiny silver key in its grasp. 

“Kirigiri… gave you the Monokuma key?” After her dedicated attempt to frame you in the last trial, you weren’t too hopeful that she would be helpful in rescuing you. “Why?”

“It’s… a long story, that she wants to tell you herself, but she’s really close to figuring everything out. She’s the one who snuck me into the trash room and down the chute,” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly with his free hand. “She’s waiting to let us out through the trapdoor there now. On the other side of that door there should be a ladder that leads back up.”

“She’s almost found the Mastermind?”

He nodded earnestly.

“Good. I want to get out of this stupid school. I want us to get out together.”

“Me too,” he promised softly, “But right now we have to get you out of this horrible place.”

#makoto naegi #danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #x reader #imagines #self insert #makoto x reader #rae writes

[berri-hopefulspouse]

-- Moonstone --

Fandom & Characters: Danganronpa, Emotionally Hopeful [Makoto X Ren], Kyoko Kirigiri, Aoi Asahina [Mentioned], Yasuhiro Hagakure [Mentioned]

TW: Suggestive Themes [Mostly implied], Flashbacks, Hallucinations, PTSD, guns, injury, 

Word Count: 9.9k words

Summary: It’s been over three years since the events of the original Killing Game...and Makoto has to ask himself; is he ready to take that next step with his partner?...And if so; can he set up the perfect date for them?

AN: This is one I’ve started to write since like...early November. Thanks Executive Dysfunction. Anyway, big story time!!! ;w; This took wayyy too long but I hope yall enjoy it! <3

The rain had always found a way to calm them down. 

It was something they had known for a long time, even with their memories getting erased. Something about the somewhat gloomy atmosphere, the sound of the rain tapping gently against the windows… It stopped their thoughts, at least for a short time. 

It was why, at the time, Ren had been sitting by one of the windows of their apartment, head rested on the windowsill and watching the sky- a softer shade of pinkish gray- swirl as the shower lightly tapped at the windows. For the first time in a while, their thoughts were quiet, just focused on the little patters outside. Part of them wanted to stand outside, take in the rain...but well, not like it was particularly safe. With so much pollution in the air, it made for really bad acid rain episodes. Without some form of protection, it could get someone really sick. And it HAS gotten them sick, numerous times.

...So maybe that wasn’t the smartest idea. Sitting by the window and letting the lack of thoughts bring them peace of mind was enough for them, anyway.

Sitting up a bit, trying not to doze off at the windowsill, they stretch their arms over their head with a drowsy little yawn, tossing dark brown locks out of their face. It had been a long while since they dyed their hair- hell, it had been a while since they even cut it...maybe they should contact Asahina about helping with their hair later that day.

What interrupted that train of thought, though, was the sound of the door behind them closing- getting a smile out of them.

“Koto!” They got up from their chair, headed over to meet their boyfriend at the door- messy brown locks falling into their eyes as they peered around the corner- earning a little laugh from him.

“Well, hey!” Seemingly surprised at their energy, Makoto barely had time to take off his work jacket before feeling their arms wrap around his torso. Chuckling some more, he ruffled their hair a bit before returning the gesture.

“Welcome back...Did everything go well today?” Their tone was quiet, yet sweet- it was the one side of them no one else really got to see but him. He was thankful for that much, and he nodded quietly.

“Yeah, the plans are going well...Everything’s going according to schedule, and if we’re lucky- the school will be open again in another year or so.” Makoto responded, brushing back their curls to lightly kiss their forehead with a smile, “I still can’t believe you of all people talked me into doing this.”

Sticking out their tongue, they pout a bit.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Dropping the topic with a light little snicker, the two went further inside- Ren returning back to their little spot by the window, and Makoto headed to grab a coffee from the little kitchenette area. For a couple minutes, there was quiet- the rain and the sound of coffee brewing being the only noises that went through the apartment. Soon enough, though, Makoto walked back over and leaned over their shoulder- watching the rain outside for a moment before raising an eyebrow.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Hm?” Looking over their shoulder to him, they flustered a bit before quickly looking away again with a slight pout, “N-Nothing, jeez. For once, it’s...quiet.”

“Really? Huh.” Makoto gave a bit of a smile at that, arms wrapping over their shoulders- a mug gripped in his right hand, “Is it the medication?”

“No,” They shook their head, leaning back into his touch with a soft sigh, “It’s just the rain…”

“Is that why you like rainy days so much?” He asked, out of curiosity, and they nodded quietly. For another few moments, there was quiet- occasionally Makoto taking small sips from his coffee mug and Ren just staring off out the window, lost in the silence and their partner’s arms.

“Things finally seem to be calming down, huh?” They asked, after a couple minutes, “The biggest threats have been dealt with, the world’s...starting to rebuild itself. Big-stakes missions are finally slowing down...it’s finally almost over.” 

Makoto didn’t really think much about it before, until they had pointed it out- but it was true. It had been almost 3 years since the events of the first Killing Game had taken place, and for the most part since then the two had been working at Future Foundation up until the last 6 months or so. While they were still working closely with them, it was Ren who had brought up the idea of setting their sights elsewhere. The idea of rebuilding what made Hopes Peak what it was...run it better than the past… it was all on them. Of course, though, Makoto was the one who was mostly overseeing the construction of it all. 

It was really all starting to calm down. 

“It really is, isn’t it…?” He remarked with slightly widened eyes, “This war we’ve fought...everything we’ve been through… it’s almost over.”

Nodding to themselves, they quietly take the cup out of Makoto’s hand and take a joking little sip from the coffee, watching the boy pout before he quietly snatched it back.

“You don’t even like the coffee I drink!” He exclaimed in a faux offense, watching the brunette burst into a tiny fit of giggles and lean further back into him with a little smile. 

“I don’t,” They agreed, before that smile turned into a mischievous little smirk, “But I do like taking things you own.”

“Clearly,” Makoto gestured to the fact that, at the time, all they had on was his hoodie. Ever since he started working at Future Foundation, they basically had claimed it as their own. “Am I ever going to get that back?”

“Nope.” They joked, that impish grin on their face only widening, “It’s cozy and reminds me of you.”

…If that didn’t make Makoto’s face go from zero to a hundred in the fraction of a second. Trying to hide his flustered face into the rim of his cup, he huffed a bit. Of course, he didn’t mind that they wore his jacket- in fact he found it endearing. But god damnit all- if the little things they said to him sometimes sent his mind for an absolute tailspin…

Still, as he watched them from the corner of his eyes- still hiding his face into his mug- he realized something...or rather, remembered something. 

‘When all of this is over...when I don’t have to fear for our lives whenever we leave the apartment anymore... I want to be yours. I want to be only yours, and I want to marry you one day. I...is that okay?’ 

‘...O-of course… I’d love that.’ 

That was a promise made almost a year and a half ago. That was a promise they made to him... something he didn’t even think about at the time- given the circumstances of everything going on around him. And just like then- he didn’t even realize that everything was just about over. He didn’t realize until they had pointed it out earlier…

...He wanted to be the one to make a move. He wanted to give back to them, the same way they have poured everything they had to him. They had always been the one to remember anniversaries, birthdays, all of that...and sometimes Makoto was left scrambling to make sure he did something they’d appreciate.

He wouldn’t mess this up.

However, he was drawn back out of his thoughts with a quiet little yawn, blinking for a moment before looking down to Ren in mild surprise for a moment, before managing to speak.

“You look tired...wanna lay down and get some rest?” He already knew their answer, but it never hurt to ask.

Sure enough, they shook their head and tried leaning closer to him, “I’m...I’m alright…”

Quirking a teasing eyebrow, he gave a little smile, “You sure about that?”

“Mmmhm…” The rain seemed to calm them down enough to be drowsy, they could hardly keep their eyes open. Makoto laughed to himself, ruffling their hair a bit more and setting the now empty cup of coffee aside.

“You wouldn’t even come to bed for snuggles?” He teased lightly, trying to do a slight pout but instead having a look akin to a cheeky smile- of trying to hide his laughter- rather than a pout. He knew already any form of affection would easily persuade them, so it was always a bit fun to tease them a bit. 

And, like a lost little cat, they whimpered and nuzzled into his hand.

“...Fine.”

Chuckling to himself in a silent victory- all while trying to still hide his internal laughter- he helped them to their feet to get them to at least go lay down. It took a few moments- some shambling steps and Ren practically yanking off the buttoned up shirt Makoto had on, as well as the work tie. He chuckled nervously to himself- no matter how many times they reassured him...he was always a bit shy about how he looked to them. But when they sat at the edge of the bed, they gently yanked the speckled brunette into their lap, causing him to squeak.

Not unusual. Still always surprising, though, at least to Makoto.

Still, with his back to them, he felt sleepy hands trace over his stomach with a drowsy, but amused little hum.

“I love you, you know that right?”

“Uhm...y-yeah,” He was trying his best to sound as confident as he could without physically squeaking, “I love you too…”

Gentle fingertips grazed over his skin, and he felt their mouth gently press small kisses along his shoulder.

“You’re so...pretty...too pretty f’r someone like me.” They mumbled quietly into his back. If it wasn’t for the fact they were being way too adorable for their own goddamn good, he’d probably chuckle at the fact that they couldn’t even reach his shoulderblades due to their height. 

“You know that’s not true…” He mumbled, quickly adjusting the way he was sitting before their little hand movements sparked too much in him, instead turning to- unintentionally- straddle them, “You’re gorgeous too, you know.”

“Mmm,” As he cupped their cheek, gently, they leaned into the gesture, “You say that a lot for someone who beats himself up.”

“Look who’s talking,” He remarked somewhat bluntly, though managed to quirk a smile a moment later, “You know I mean it everytime I say it, Mx. Living Lie Detector.”

He felt them pout into his palm, sleepy brown eyes darting up to his with a look of flustered annoyance.

“Shhhhtt…” They shushed him, the sound muffled a bit into his skin, causing him to laugh.

“I’m right.”

“Shhhhh…” He tried to hide his laughter more, tilting their chin up and leaning in to give them a few kisses- however only resulting in the two falling back into the mattress in a fit of small giggles and muffled mumbles.

It took a bit of banter back and forth, but eventually, the two had settled into bed- Ren nestled into Makoto like the puzzle piece he had missed his entire life. They were starting to doze off, occasionally stirring enough to nuzzle towards him- or move slightly. Being a restless sleeper with insomnia, it often took a bit to get them to sleep- no matter how tired they were. Restlessness was prominent, and half of the time Makoto stirred awake in the middle of the night to see that Ren was almost going to fall off the one side of the bed from moving around so much in their sleep. Still, with one arm wrapped loosely around them, the other toyed with their hair, at least calming the restlessness down. Slowly, but surely, they settled back down, curling in a bit on themselves. He hummed softly, feeling them start to further relax and sink into the mattress. They hummed along to the mindless song with him, listening to them grow quieter...until they were silent.

Once he knew they were about out, he felt the drowsiness of work seep its way in, and with a mumbled little ‘I love you,’ into their ear- he let himself drift off to sleep as well...dead set on coming up with a plan.

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The following afternoon, Makoto had headed out on one of his off-days...Of course, he usually did spend his off-days with Ren, since it was rare in-and-of itself for the two to have a day to themselves. It was rare to get a break, up until recently. Most of Makoto’s work these days was just file work, planning, and hiring other construction workers. So, it left for many off-days, usually only working on a Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule. That day though, Ren was with some of the others- getting their hair trimmed up and re-done. Despite none of them ever really cutting anyones hair before, Ren only seemed to trust their fellow survivors. Made enough sense, with how the last three years have gone- it often seemed like they always were up against someone else. All the same, it was good for him- he had to make some sort’ve plans...and the only person he trusted enough to help was…

“Naegi?” The voice behind him jostled him from his thoughts, causing Makoto to turn around and smile towards her.

“Hey, Kiri!” He waved, although it definitely seemed a bit more lethargic than usual. He turned back to look outside… he was leaned up against one of the rails- one that overlooked the sea. It felt like forever ago he was looking out from here when dealing with the remnants- paranoid to the bone of being spotted. Kyoko slipped in beside him, gently gripping the rail before speaking up again.

“It’s been awhile...how have things been for you two?” She asked,  casting a look through soft violet eyes. Makoto smiles a bit, and exchanges a look in turn.

“It’s been going well. Of course, there’s still moments where it doesn’t seem like it’ll ever be okay again but...we’re both managing,” He responds with, “But things do seem to finally be calming down.”

“Tell me about it. I’m actually able to start focusing on things other than dealing with the after-effects of Enoshima’s crimes.” Kyoko mumbled with a sour little huff, “It’s almost shocking, really.”

“Seems like just yesterday we were waking up in Hopes Peak, huh?” He asked, watching his best friend nod beside him.

“It really does…” She trailed off for a moment, before glancing beside her and giving a slight smirk, “So, are you going to explain why you invited me over here in particular, or are we just going to do idle-talk for a good hour or two?”

Laughing to himself, he rubbed the back of his neck, “That obvious, huh?”

“Normally if you just wanted to hang out, you’d invite Ren with you. So I can only assume this is of the utmost importance, or…” She glances out of the corner of her eyes once more, “This is something about them.”

“Got me there, but its uh...it’s a bit of both.” Makoto mumbled shyly, feeling flustered even at the idea of explaining it. 

Kyoko remained quiet, giving a small gesture of her hand to explain what he meant by that statement, and he sighed, looking out towards the ocean in thought. 

“...Back before that whole...thing...with Future Foundation happened, during when we were dealing with the Remnants… Ren and I shared a promise,” He rubbed at his promise ring in nervous thought, gently twirling the ring in his hands, “Once everything had settled down...once we weren’t at a constant risk of losing our lives...we’d get engaged. That was almost two years ago, and...well, all the loose ends have mostly been...at least, managed.” 

“So you want to finally seal the deal, hm?”

“That’s putting it lightly but...yeah. I want to propose but I...I want it to be special. I want to just give a shred of what they deserve... I mean, the rest of their life from what they told me has been such a mess...I just want to make sure one part of their life isn’t as messy, if that makes sense?” Makoto explained, rubbing the back of his neck, “Especially considering I mean...they deserve so much. After everything they’ve been through, they deserve so much love and care...and I want to give them that.”

Kyoko listened intently as Makoto rambled, before giving a quiet smile, “I’m guessing you have no clue what to exactly do?”

“...” He shot her a look, clearly embarrassed as his face flushed red, “You didn’t need to say it so bluntly!”

Laughing to herself, she shook her head, “It’s alright Makoto. While I don’t quite know Ren as well as you do, they do confide in me often enough for me to understand why you’d choose me out of anyone else.”

The brunette gave a soft nod, nervously tapping his finger idly against the rail as he looks down, “I just don’t want to mess this up for them, you know?”

“I think you’re worrying too much,” She responded, raising an eyebrow, “They’d appreciate any sort’ve gesture you give them, putting their past into perspective.”

“Yeah, but this is different, Kyoko! This isn’t just like an anniversary, or like a date, or anything of the sort! This is going to be a proposal!” He exclaimed, a hint of frustration in his voice as he ran a hand over his face. 

“No need to be so crabby, Naegi. I’m just saying what you already know.” 

SIghing to himself, he relaxed a bit, “I know, sorry… I just don’t want this going wrong. Like so many things for the last few years, I don’t want this going wrong.” 

Kyoko remained quiet for a moment, almost awkwardly so. She never was one to handle social situations the best...all the same, she remained composed, not showing her anxiety before speaking up again.

“Well, what’s something they’ve wanted to do that you two haven’t gotten to do yet?” She asked, “Something that they’ve really wanted to do?”

Makoto remained in a quiet thought for a little while, watching as Kirigiri turned and leaned back against the rail instead. 

“Hmm...I think I have a good idea.” Makoto eventually resolved, turning to Kirigiri, “Can I run this over with you real quick to make sure it’s a good idea?”

“Hmm. Of course.” She smiled a bit. Even after all this time, he still respected the opinion of others- but he no longer let it shake his confidence. 

Still, as she listened to the idea he had in mind, she raised her eyebrows in surprise. Not only did he really think this through quite quickly, but it sounded genuinely sweet... Not to mention, likely something they would both enjoy. She found her face flushing a bit to herself, remembering her brief little crush on the luckster during her time at Hopes Peak. 

Kyoko did snap out of it, however, when he chuckled to himself and rubbed the back of his neck, “How does that sound?” 

“That...sounds like it’d probably work…” She mumbled, underexaggerating her opinion through her teeth. Jealous? A bit. They were so, so lucky they had him…

“You really think so?” The way his eyes lit up when she confirmed this however, made her settle back down. 

“Yes...they’ll love it, if all goes well.” She further assured him, causing Makoto to hug Kyoko tightly with an excited grin, “Thanks Kirigiri! You’re amazing!!” 

Surprised for a moment, Kyoko wasn’t sure how to react, before slowly- but gently- hugging the luckster in return, “Of course. You two mean...a lot to me. Anything to help, I’ll be there.”

That genuine little comment made Makoto just smile all the wider, giving another gentle squeeze before letting her go, “Anyway, that being said, how about we go get coffee before Ren’s done with their little ‘hair appointment’ with Hina and Yasuhiro?” 

“Sure, as long as you’re paying,” She teased lightly, earning Makoto gently elbowing her in the side. It, at the very least, lightened the mood and got the two to laugh- before heading off for their little outing before it got any later. 

»»————-　★　————-««

Meticulous planning, patience, and praying to whatever god might be listening that his bad luck didn’t get in the way again. That’s what the next few days looked like, between doing his own bits of research and calming his own pure anxiety. Between looking around for just the right ring- with Togami’s help- and picking out something that looks nice.

All he had to do was ask them out. No big deal. No big deal. Right?

Still, the more he thought about it...the more nervous he felt. 

All the same, he knew he did have to ask...so, he did, when they were getting ready for bed. 

Ren was in the middle of idly scrolling through their phone, eyes heavy from drowsiness. It must’ve been late, Makoto hadn’t really noticed it. He had just finished setting things up with Togami for the following afternoon, and leaning back in his chair, he sighed with a little huff before looking over to Ren over the side of his chair, head lolled slightly to the side.

They looked surprisingly so calm. They had their headphones on, quietly humming to a song on their phone and staring quietly at the screen. Occasionally, they’d smile a bit, or laugh, but it always fell back to that quiet little look. Soft, entranced, relaxed. A look he came to love, because it usually was one of calmness- which was the stark contrast from the hyper & anxious persona they usually had up with everyone else. 

Getting up from his work space, he meandered over to Ren, practically collapsing on top of their form- somewhat tired from all the work he had to put in the last few days. It definitely was nothing compared to some missions he went on, but the anxiety alone of it all had definitely taken a toll on his energy.

They looked up on that note, sleepy eyes meeting his own endearing ones. It was all he could do to keep from kissing them then and there… 

…Actually, fuck it.

Giving a cheeky little grin to himself, he scooted a bit further up to gently kiss his partner, who gave a soft little hum of acknowledgement as they gently pressed towards him. When he did draw back, they rose an eyebrow, sliding off their headphones to greet their freckled partner.

“Hey.”

“Hey!” He couldn’t help but smiling...they meant so much to him, and seeing them so calm at least calmed him down, in some aspect.

“Whatcha doin there, luckster?” They gently teased, gesturing to the fact that he was laying on their chest. He only grinned, nestling a bit further into their chest which got them to laugh.

“Not moving?”

“Mmm...No.” He responded, closing his eyes and focusing just on the warmth of their skin against his cheek. Listening to their heartbeat, he felt a bit more at ease. He hummed softly, trying not to fall asleep like that before looking to them.

“Hey, Ren?”

“Hmmm?”

“Mind if I get you up early tomorrow?�� He felt it’d be wiser to play it casual, rather than make a big display of it- lest they catch on to his plans- “I wanna take you somewhere, just the two of us.”

“Oh, really?” Curiosity found its way into their tone, “Sure, darling...that sounds really-” A yawn interrupted them, sleepiness slipping into their voice, “-really….nice.” 

“Yeah...I figured it’s been a while since we had a proper date, you know? Between work and everything, I figured a little date out would do us good.” He mumbled, looking up a bit to give them another kiss. They leaned into the embrace, another low hum of contentment thrumming through their throat as their hands gently snuck under his t-shirt, and over his back. It gave the luckster a soft shudder, melting into the feeling. When he finally drew back- after realizing the slightly swimmy feeling in his head was from, in fact, the lack of oxygen- the two were breathless. For a few moments, there was quiet- aside from them catching their breath, before Ren mumbled- almost shyly.

“I wish oxygen was not a thing necessary.” 

It got a cheeky little laugh out of Makoto, who silently wrapped his arms around their neck- hands curled into their curly hair, “If you want me to kiss you more, you know you can just say so.”

“Hmm, should I get some sleep, or do I wanna be awake for a few more hours,” Ren replied, tilting their head with a faux contemplative look on their face. Makoto could only chuckle for a brief moment before they gently pulled his chin to them, a curl of a grin on their face as their mouth met his.

“I can sleep on the ride there,” They mumbled softly into his lips for the brief moment they pulled away, before sitting up to properly embrace him. 

»»————-　★　————-««

The following morning, after nearly dragging Ren to get up at a time more reasonable than noon, he was practically fidgeting on the spot trying to get them ready to go for the day. While Ren was in the shower, getting cleaned up and ready, Makoto simply couldn't help but pace in thought. He couldn’t…mess this up. 

Would they even want this now…? 

No, he couldn’t...shouldn’t...doubt himself over this. He knew already what he wanted- as much as he knew months ago. Years ago, at this point. 

He sighed, fidgeting with his hands, twirling the promise ring back and forth...Unsure of what to do while he waited. He had freshened up not too long before Ren did- though he didn’t let them see how he looked, taking their glasses before practically shoving them into the bathroom in a fit of chuckling from the two.

Still, he felt...nervous. Sure, he dressed a bit formally for their previous anniversaries and such- but this was much different than that.

It wasn’t even that he was nervous of their response- they had shown many times in the past that he’s the only one they have eyes for- but… rather, he was nervous of not making this something they’d remember. Despite what Kyoko said- the idea of, somehow, failing them, scared him.

“Koto?” Their voice was spoken softly from the bathroom, and he made quick strides to approach with a curious tilt of the head.

“Yeah?”

“Can you help me with this? I’m not sure how well this fits…” 

“Oh, sure,” He knocked gently to make sure it was okay first, before after a little acknowledging hum, opening the door gently. 

Inside, his eyes fixated towards his partner’s outfit, feeling his face flush a bit as he slowly stepped inside. 

They adorned a maroon colored suit- one they had worn once or twice, but not often enough for Makoto to not get any less flustered whenever he saw them in it. They always thought it was cute to wear something with “his colors”, and it was cute in a way that he had to suppress an internal little yelp. The item in question they were struggling with, was the dark green tie, trying this way and that and only making it even more messed up. He saw in the mirror how badly they were cringing, and his flustered state broke into a small fit of chuckles.

“Okay, stop doing...that...and come here,” He gently came up behind them, leaning over their shoulder to kiss the side of their cheek before turning them around to fix the tie, “You do it like this…”

As he helped them with their tie, he could see from the corners of his vision as they stared up towards him, mouth slightly agape in soft awe.

“...You uh….you look...nice.” They stuttered out softly, biting their lower lip. Makoto smiled softly to his partner, adjusting the collar of their undershirt so it covered the bruises along their neck.

Of course, he had dressed better for the occasion, himself. Wearing shades of softer baby-blues and teals, with a white tie. 

“I know you can say more than that,” He teased lightly, lightly booping their nose, “Am I right?”

“What, do you want me to call you handsome, hot stuff?” They seemed to quickly rebound from his cheeky remark, draping an arm over his shoulder. Flustering up, the luckster gave a sheepish little chuckle- unable to meet their intense little gaze.

“N-now that’s...not fair,” He remarked playfully, only to finally look back over to them when they rested their head against his chest. 

“Just like you in that suit isn’t fair, but we do gotta sometimes deal with shit not being fair, huh, darling?” Smriking to themselves, they watch Makoto’s face turn even brighter shades of Red, before pushing them gently off of him.

“Now you stop that, we’ll never leave on time if you keep doing that-” He said with a little laugh, gently running a hand through their hair, “You ready to go?”

“Mmhm. Can I have my glasses back by chance?”

“Oh, right! Here!” As he went to fish out their glasses, he almost grabbed the small ring box- which he kept in the same pocket. Panic for a brief second brushed over his face, but he handed the glasses off with ease.

“You okay, angel?” Ren picked up on his anxiety easily, “You seem really...nervous.”

“Pfft, you always make me a bit nervous when I take you out like this,” Makoto quickly brushed it off, “Plus, I thought I left your glasses somewhere for a second there. Don’t worry about it too much.” 

Ren rose an eyebrow of doubt, one that made Makoto even more nervous...they were pretty good at picking at other people’s lies… was he caught already?

And it was true, Ren did pick up on Makoto’s nervousness...but, they also knew Makoto didn’t lie often without good reason behind it. 

“...Alright…?” They decided to let it go for now, “If you say so, let’s get going then!!”

 Smiling to himself in relief, he offered his hand to them- one they took with an excited pep in their step- before headed out to see what the day awaited them. 

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“...Darling. I don’t, persay...question your decisions but uhm...is this really the wisest choice?”

Ren’s voice came out as a soft squeak as they stared outside the window of the helicopter they were seated in alongside their partner. Makoto, knowing the reluctance was coming, put a hand on their arm.

“Okay, okay, I know what this might look like…”

“Like a bad decision?”

Outside the window, a looming figure sat just in the distance. The looming figure of construction- a construction site that was empty today. What was once Hope’s Peak Academy...the project that was being rebuilt- under Makoto’s strict guidance. 

“...Yes, that,” Makoto admitted to himself, “But... I figured...we could make better memories here. Just for today, let’s just...let go of what happened, and have some fun in the town we were going to grow up in.”

To which, he once again offered them his hand as he got up. Hesitant for a few moments, they look back out the window...ever since the Killing Game, they’ve had frequent nightmares of what happened. Of what they almost did, and who did die. Part of them knew, in their soul, that this was a terrible idea…

…But they trusted him.

So, they took his hand once again, letting him help them to their feet and off the helicopter. 

Stepping around the ‘No Trespassing’ signs, Makoto lead Ren inside. Most of the building itself was done, that was true- but there were still some things...mostly plumbing, electricity, stuff of that sort, as well as the basement and top floors.

The building itself was massive- back to its five story glory- but the design was entirely different from how it used to be. Not only allowing for more accessibility, but the ability to have the access to mental health accessibility as well- as Ren basically demanded he do for the sake of the students. 

As they meandered inside, they observed the main entranceway- which was one of the few things very reminiscent of their memories of Hopes Peak. A decorated, somewhat plain room- with places marked out for trophy cases and plaques and flags. It was oddly desolate, the lights having not been installed yet- which Makoto dealt with by turning on his phone’s flashlight. 

It almost reminded them of...that...day…

Their heart seized gently in their chest, making their face scrunch up as they tried not to focus on their panic. It’s fine, it’s okay...they weren’t there anymore, they just had to remind themselves that. 

Makoto seemed a bit preoccupied though, not quite noticing how the brunette at his side was panicking lightly. 

“It’s coming along great, Makoto…” They mumbled, unable to keep their tone any louder than that- careful not to shatter the silence that filled its newer halls. It’s less bloodstained halls.

“Isn’t it? I can’t believe we’re going to be changing the course of history together.” Makoto’s eyes sparkled at that, and Ren gave a soft, melancholy smile and leaned into his side.

“Yeah...changing history. Changing what happened in the past...we can’t erase it...but we can heal from it.” They mumbled, relaxing once more. Makoto smiled at his partner, not quite noticing the slight traces of distress in their eyes as he further led them into the halls of Hope's Peak.

Most of the afternoon was spent like that, going through the halls of Hope's Peak- hiding away in secret corners of the school to kiss, goof off; do all the things that the killing game had robbed them of- the feeling of the past being their own. The two may be adults- well past it; Ren was around twenty-one at this point, and Makoto was just a little older by a few months- but they still acted like the goofy nineteen year olds they still were at heart. 

Still, the further they followed him- the further they felt...uneasy. Not the sort’ve uneasy of a shady date, or that you were being watched walking home at night...but the sort’ve uneasiness that makes one feel quite...sick.

...The sort’ve uneasiness that came from building a school atop a graveyard.

“Darling,” Ren spoke up as they were headed back down towards the main hall, “Do you think it might’ve been a...bad...idea...rebuilding Hopes Peak in the same spot as its predecessor?” 

Looking down towards his tiny partner, he wraps an arm over their shoulders with a soft little sigh.

“I did realize that, yeah...but by then, it was definitely too late into construction to really...take it back, y’know?” He admitted, his opposite hand awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck, “So we kinda just gotta...roll with it. If anyone does ask, we should probably be honest but...So long as no one asks, right?”

As he thought aloud on the matter, he steered them in the direction of a blacktop area towards the back of the school. Sure, they weren’t kids anymore that exactly REQUIRED a playground, persay- but Ren thought it would be wise to have the option open for those who dislike sitting during most of the school day...to at least give others the opportunity to- in between classes- get some space to be as overly hyper as they want. Makoto also designed an overhang- so that even if it was raining it could still be available. 

“I suppose so...the less people know about the history of the past Hope’s Peak, the better. It’d be bad for the reputation of the school- and of us…” Ren mumbled to themselves as they followed behind, only to slowly come to a stop in the double doors of the blacktop. Makoto had gone ahead only for a moment, only to slowly stop and look back to them.

“Ren?”

“I...ah..” The words had all but left their mouth. It wasn’t because of anything he had done, no...but the surroundings just suddenly felt so...much. Their eyes were trained to the fencing that surrounded the blacktop, struggling to clearly focus. Sure, they were able to ignore the feeling before in the main entranceway, and they were able to...ignore the unease going about the halls of the school- able to ignore the feeling of otherworldly presence. 

...What they CAN’T ignore, is the almost petrifying grip on their heart at remembering the last time they stood before a chained fence in this school.

Echoes of their own screaming rang in the distance of their thoughts, and the feeling of their palms stinging made them feel...nauseous. They wanted to look- to check their hand to remind themselves they were okay...but they couldn’t tear their gaze off from the- seemingly- middle distance. 

“Ren? Ren, hey!” Makoto quickly made his way back to them, putting a hand on his shoulder, making them flinch. The fear in their eyes spoke for itself- they had to be having a flashback episode... Makoto wasn’t a stranger to this- having a few himself and having witnessed Ren go through many, many episodes of this in the past. 

He couldn’t be more wrong...Their vision was starting to warp, a distant dissociative fuzziness making their heart ache. All they could see was...blood. It stained the corners of their vision- stained him…

And all they could be reminded of, was one simple...plain fact- at least one that was plain to them.

‘If it wasn’t for his luck, he would’ve been killed. And its your fault.’

“I-I…” Makoto watched them trying to say something, no words coming out. By then, he quickly sat down on the steps of the blacktop, gently bringing them to sit with him, a hand gently tracing shapes into their palm in a weak attempt to try and get them to stop dissociating in a...non-disruptive manner...He wasn’t sure what to do- despite all these years he hadn’t quite learned how to bring them down from an episode. He knew what to do after- and how to prevent one from even happening but...what caused the episode to begin with…?

And it was only the moment after he asked himself that, that he realized his fatal error.

Sure, like himself, they had PTSD. 

What he forgot about, was how potent their emotions are...and by proxy, just how absolutely batshit cruel their PTSD and other mental illnesses were on them.

But, before he could turn to ask if they wanted to leave the school for a few hours while they calmed down and explored the remains of their city, they got up- turning on heel and bolting back off down the hallway.

“Ren!”

But they didn’t hear his call out to them, instead all they could hear was the pounding in their ears, the exclamation of a cry from the past; the blood that dripped from their hands from their grip on a rusty metal fence that they gripped too hard…

All they could feel, all that they were- was that small period of time. A small period of time that should’ve been so, so insignificant to them, compared to all the other BULLSHIT they’ve dealt with in Hopes Peak… but scarred them so deeply, that it practically haunted them in their dreams.

All they knew was to run. Run away from their feelings like they always did. Run away from their past like they ALWAYS did...but what else could they do? They couldn’t...they couldn’t just pretend those feelings didn’t exist- THAT sure as hell didn’t work before. They couldn’t face those feelings- they just...made them that much worse.

So they did the only thing they could know that worked. Run. Run away. 

They didn’t look up from their hands, simply hiding their eyes in their palms- lest they see anything else they didn’t want to see. They just...they knew they just needed to get out and away from the school. They had to get away from that graveyard....where all their friends lie.

They tripped. Many times, they tripped, and fell, scuffing up their jacket and scraping their knees against pavement. Everytime, they just as quickly peeled themselves off the ground though, taking off further into the city. Their head felt so...swimmy.

They could’ve sworn they heard Makoto behind them- calling out to them, trying to chase after them...they couldn’t bear to face him though, not at that moment- not when they still smelled blood from the previous executions, not when they failed to protect him in the past. 

How could he even stand to be around them when they were a failure?...

Their thoughts were abruptly broken though, tripping over something else and landing flat on their face. Their blood was pounding, and they tasted iron in their mouth, shaking a bit as they made a slight effort to sit back up…Their thoughts had seemingly flooded back out their ears, everything was almost...eerily quiet…

...Save of course, for a very familiar whirr of a blaster- one that, upon looking up, was aimed right at their temple. 

‘...So this is how I die. Huh. Would’ve thought I got myself first.’

Though, like many times before, this wouldn’t be their death- and like many times before, it was because of Makoto. Squeezing their eyes shut, they prepared for the inevitable- however when the sound of another blaster went off...they found they were...fine? 

Looking up, they saw Makoto behind them- not too far behind- one of the blasters in hand.

“Makoto…” The name slipped out of their mouth before they could think twice on it, “I-”

“It’s alright, apologize later,” Makoto reassured them, quickly walking over to offer them a hand back up. However, his concerned expression shifted to a stern one upon looking up from their form. More of those dual colored...creatures….? Robots?...He still didn’t quite know what the little monokuma-bots were- all he did know was that there were more of them. Pulling them to their feet, Makoto shifted his suit jacket to cover them, hiding their face into his chest as he fired the blaster again. 

“I knew they were likely still in the city, but seriously- How did it get this bad?!” He mumbled to himself, switching the settings on the blaster and firing again, successfully at least distracting them for a few moments.

“C’mon, let’s go!” He whispered to them, moving his jacket a bit more to look to them. His poor partner looked on the verge of tears… How did he manage to mess up this badly?! 

‘I can scold myself later,’ He had to remind himself, as he grabbed their hand and went to peel off- them in tow, ‘I just need to get us somewhere safe for now.’

Luck wasn’t...exactly always on his side though. As the two were making a sprint back relatively towards the school, the luckster could only have the time to hear and process the whir of another blaster from beside him, before turning and trying to yank Ren out of harms way. Of course, this didn’t get them...completely out of harm. Something he realized when they stumbled and fell back onto the ground, a hand over their mouth as they struggled not to scream. Makoto stopped, dropping down to pick them back up- and saw the tear in their pants- right by their ankle...and the searing burn mark just behind the torn cloth.

Swearing lightly to himself, he set them down only for the briefest moment to give another shock of electricity to the damn robot that dared hurt them- an almost threatening shimmer in his eyes. 

‘Whoa.’ Ren blinked in surprise for a few minutes, despite the tears now actively trickling from their cheeks and onto the pavement. Though, they had little to no time to think about it, as within the next moment the blaster was holstered and Ren was scooped back up unto Makoto’s arms.

“You’ve certainly gotten stronger…” They muttered, trying to crack a bit of a joke despite their voice cracking from the pain in their leg. 

“Ren…” He shot them a look that portrayed that, no, now was absolutely not the time for jokes. Nodding to him, they hid their face into his jacket as he quickly ran back off once again, knowing he needed to get them both out of that situation.

It took a bit, having to set them back down a few times to clear a good path back towards the school, but eventually he got them to sit back down on the steps- catching their breath and processing what the hell just happened.

But with it, came that feeling of guilt...on both sides.

“Makoto I’m-” Ren went to say something first, put he put a hand over their mouth to quiet them down.

“Don’t...I-It was my mistake to bring you here without any warning or anything...Or not noticing you weren’t feeling well.” He reassured them, “I’m just glad I didn’t lose you…”

That being said, he pulled them close to hug them tightly, needing a moment to just...remind himself that they were here. Injured, yes, but still alive. Still okay. And the way their hands shakily went to bury themselves into his back reassured him that.

...What didn’t, was the soft little hiccup of a shaky breath, and the weep that followed. 

“Ren…”

“I just...I don’t feel safe here. I don’t feel- I can’t- I…” They stuttered over themselves, hiding their face into the crook of his neck and trying to keep from screaming- from completely bawling their eyes out, “Our friends...died here. Died on these grounds...YOU almost died, I almost lost you and-”

“-And that wasn’t your fault, Ren.” He’d been here before...he had this conversation with them many times, a hand gently entangled into the curls of their hair in attempts to calm them down a bit, “I chose to do that...I chose to do that to protect you, and Kyoko, and Hina, and everyone. Because if we lost Kyoko...or even if we lost you…I don’t think we would’ve gotten out of there alive.”

Ren just shook their head, muffling a sob into his collar, “It still...it still… haunts me.”

“I know…”

“It still hurts…”

“I know…..” 

He just cradled the back of their head, gently, a familiar ache in his heart hearing them sob into his shoulder. Even after all this time, they both still had so much further to go. Even after all this time- they both still had to grow, a lot, in order to embrace the past. 

..Or rather, step within fifty feet of the past without having a panic attack, at least. 

He hid his face into their shoulder in turn, muffling a soft sigh of relief with the fabric of their somewhat scuffed up jacket. Even after all this time, he didn’t know what to say to at least assure them that...their feelings were okay. Not too much, not too little, but...okay. 

“I’m here for you, Ren,” Was all he eventually said, “I’m here.”

He felt them sigh, pulling away from his embrace only just enough to look to him, mumbling something to him that was indecipherable. Shifting his palm from the back of their head to their cheek, he tilts his head.

“What was that?”

“...C-Can we just...head home, please? I don’t...feel safe here.” They repeated, eyes slightly reddened from crying, face flushed with emotion. He watched their movements for a moment, leaning a bit into the palm of his hand, nuzzling towards his touch- the same hand with his promise ring on it. 

Though his heart sunk at the realization that his plan had completely and utterly failed, in pretty much every aspect...he can’t even say he was too surprised. His luck wasn’t always the best, and maybe...just maybe… he over-thought of how to do things.

‘Kirigiri’s going to rip me a new one...’ He thought to himself as he nodded softly, managing a soft smile.

“Yeah, let’s go. There’s a first aid kit in the helicopter anyway, we can patch up the burn there.” Makoto mumbled with a resolute little nod, getting back to his feet and helping the brunette to theirs- although having to dead-man-carry them due to the limp in their step. 

The whole time, he really did think about how to apologize for the disaster the day had ended up being- and wondered how long they had been uncomfortable but just...didn’t say anything. He remembered how they were acting even before they stepped out of the helicopter, and could almost feel the imprint of the mental facepalm he did. 

All the same, all he could do for now was...damage control. Almost quite literally. While they were headed back, Makoto spent most of his time in the helicopter tending to the wound on their leg. Thankfully, it wasn’t too bad, just a bit of a burn...if Makoto hadn’t been paying attention, that thing would’ve definitely taken their leg out.

...Or worse.

Some antiseptic, a little bit of a cooling pad, and a bit of gauze around their leg, and they were alright. The limp in their step seemed to mainly be a pulled muscle, they’d be fine in a few days...he should thank the stars above that they seemed to have lucked out. Some cuts here, scrapes there- the most damage that was caused was to their suit jacket and pants. Which he already planned on paying for a new one, once he can afford it.

The ride was mostly quiet, Ren having put on their headphones to listen to some music to calm down on their way back to their apartment complex- a future foundation complex. And of course, that silence was accompanied with Makoto stirring in his own thoughts. To be honest- this whole idea...wasn’t his original plan. The original plan- the one he ran by Kyoko a few days prior- was one that involved visiting their hometown. But he wasn’t sure HOW they’d take that, given what they’ve told him about their family. He panicked, and threw something else together. 

...Kirigiri was absolutely going to murder him, if Ren didn’t first- once they calm down.

»»————-　★　————-««

Time passed by slowly once they got back...Makoto went to go take a shower- again- since he wasn’t also without being a bit scuffed up from chasing after them. Under the heat of the water, he just hoped that he could make it up to them for the disaster of a day...and that they didn’t blame themselves too much for the whole thing. 

Despite this, when he stepped back out from the shower- dressed back down into his usual attire of a hoodie and sweats, he found them sitting on the floor, hands running through their hair as if trying to get a grip on themselves. He found himself at their side in an instant, a hand on their shoulder.

“Ren?”

The only response he got was a low whine in the back of their throat- he hadn’t gotten them to speak much since they asked to go home...which, by then, was a few hours ago. 

“Hey,” He rubbed circles with his thumb into their shoulder, “Talk to me, please?”

“I’m sorry…” Their voice was above a whisper, “I-I made a mess of things...I made such a mess of things.”

Sighing, and having expected this, he got up for a brief moment to get them a bottle of water… he didn’t want them to get too dehydrated. 

“You didn’t make a mess of things, Ren…” He assured them as he went back to them, instead sitting in front of them.

“I fucked things up...it’s not even the same school, it’s not what it was, and yet I-” 

“-You had a flashback episode. That’s fine. Ren that wasn’t your fault. That wasn’t anyone’s fault.” Makoto quickly intercepted their train of thought, “...What you remembered...Ren, it was about my execution, right?”

“...” Their silence said enough, unable to meet his gaze as they took the bottle from his hands and took a cautious little sip of it. 

Sighing, Makoto just looked down and fiddled with his jacket, “I can’t ever ask you to completely forget about the whole thing. I can’t ever ask you to put your feelings aside, but what I can assure you of...is that no matter what, I’ll still be here for you. I’m not going to just up and leave you that easily.” 

“I...I know,” They mumbled, “I just… I almost lost you. I almost lost someone else in my life because- at least, at the time- it just...felt like someone else wanting to get away from me.”

“Ren…”

“Why did you...bring me there, Makoto?” They asked, their tone starting to lace with something he could only recognize as a frustrated desperation, “I...Fuck, fucks sake Makoto- You should’ve known better.” 

Can’t say he didn’t deserve that. Still didn’t stop him from reeling a bit in surprise.

“I-I’m….sorry, Soren,” He mumbled, a mix of surprise but guilt in his tone- remaining genuine all the same, though equally starting to panic, “I...actually had other plans for today, but I wasn’t sure how you’d react to those either and I kinda panicked and…”

“Makoto, why did you want to take me out so badly anyway? I mean, we’ve had dates out before, but not to such a...grand scale! You were always usually fine with just planning nights in and such, what happened?” They questioned, eyebrows furrowing in concern, starting to ramble as well, “Is it me? D-do you want me to do more, put more effort? A-am I not doing enough?”

“No, no!” Makoto quickly interjected, starting to panic even more at their nervous panic, “That’s not it at all- I just wanted to treat you to something nice-”

“But why?!” 

“Because I just want to marry you, Soren!”

...The silence that followed could be broken with a pindrop. Makoto had quickly slapped a hand over his mouth following his sudden exclamation, face turning as red as a tomato. 

He literally just said that, didn’t he? His luck couldn’t get much worse tonight. 

Still, as he tried to- and failed- to think of what to say...what to even respond to his own little outburst... All he could do was watch, frozen, as Ren equally froze up for a few seconds in shock, before blushing and quickly looking away with a little giggle.

“Well...o-of course I do wanna marry you too, Koto,” They sheepishly respond, before Makoto quickly shook his head.

“N-no, no, that’s not what I…” Snapping out of it, he stuttered before giving a little sigh, running a hand over his face in his own self-frustration, “...Soren, listen.”

He started rifling through his pockets, as he continued to speak, “When we met...Rather- when we FIRST actually met, in Hopes Peak...you were the only person who knew how I felt. You were the only one who understood what it felt like, to feel like you didn't belong. And we...we grew together. When we got our memory erased...It was like everything had reset. All pretense of who we were, all of our memories...and yet, somehow we were still...drawn to each other. You saved me from losing my mind in that...hell...And I saved you from actually losing your life.”

That got Ren to at least laugh, which got Makoto to loosen up a bit. 

“Even after we basically had our entire minds wiped to before we started going to Hopes Peak, we were still...always kind’ve drawn to protect and be there for eachother. You were there for me when I found out Maizono originally wanted to...betray me… and I just...I want to be there for you. Forever…”

“Makoto…” Ren giggled sheepishly, flushed a bit, “It almost sounds like you’re…”

Their voice trailed off when he took their hand, squeezing it gently to get them to look to him, to which he only gave a shy little nod. Watching them start to tear up with the realization as he finally found the ring he tucked into his pocket...Wait- where the hell was the box?...

...Screw it, he’ll just roll with it- everything else today has been a bit messy.

Taking out the ring, he smiled a bit to himself before chuckling and feeling his face flush even more.

“I guess what I mean to say is… you’re the one I want to be with. Would you...do me the honor of marrying me?”

It was then, he showed Ren the ring he had picked out- a Moonstone ring...he remembered it was one of their favorite gemstones, wrapped delicately in soft green and blue much tinier rhinestones and stainless steel. They were already starting to cry, watching them struggle to process what they were being told for a few moments before taking his hand- the one that was still gently squeezing their own- and giving it a gentle squeeze of their own before managing a smile.

“Koto…” Their voice was cracking as they tried to keep it together, “I- Jeez...t-this is what you wanted to do today?”

“Eheh...I may have...overthought the whole thing,” Makoto admitted, about to start explaining his whole discussion with Kyoko- only to get bowled over by his tiny brunette partner, who gave a soft little squeak of elation. 

“Whoa-!”

“Yes, you huge dork, yes!” They exclaimed, hugging him tightly. Makoto laughed and returned the gesture, only responding with, “You know, you can’t keep tackling me every time you want to hug me- I only have a set amount of ribs!” 

“Ehehe, sorry!” They giggled a bit and freed him of their embrace, sitting back up to let the poor luckster get back up. Still, sitting up- close to each other, he smiled, offering them the ring. 

“May I?”

Giggling like the lovesick little cat they were, they nodded, offering their hand- to which Makoto swapped the fidget-promise ring they had adorned for all these years with the real engagement ring. Ren was still teary, and embraced him again with a fit of giggles and tears. 

“I love you, you big goober…” They whispered to him, affectionately kissing his cheeks and nuzzling back into his neck. Kissing their hair, he chuckled a bit and gently squeezed them to him.

“Does this make up for the disaster of a day?” He asked them, which got him lightly smacked on the arm and only got him to laugh even more. Still, when they retreated from his neck, they only gently cradled the back of his neck before pressing a gentle kiss to his mouth.

“Angel, no amount of shitty days would make you owe me for them,” They reassured him, “However…”

They got up, despite the slight limp they had on their foot, slowly starting to back up with a very familiar chaotic smirk on their features, “This is...absolutely...not going to stop me… from telling Kirigiri how you fucked up that date~!” 

And then they turned on heel and booked it right out the door. Laughing to himself, he quickly got to his feet and ran after them, knowing they were- mostly- joking. 

“Ren, don’t you fucking DARE-!”

#[ Storytime! ] #[ Emotionally Hopeful ] #[ Ren's S/I ] #[ Ren's Art ] #Eyes emote...anyone say Event time? #I hope yall understand the amount of ANXIETY I have posting this sjdfhsdj

[apolunatic]

danganronpa headcanons: makoto naegi and kyoko kirigiri edition

makoto naegi:

- bit of a strange one, but he has a weak bladder. after all, he did wet his bed until fifth grade. he often, somehow, forgets that he shouldn’t be drinking too much when they’re going on road trips because “naegi do i need to stop the car again?”

- dog person. he always wants to have a dog and if he doesn’t own one himself, he’s stealing his friends dogs or just barging into their houses at ungodly times of the night to pet them and then leave (peko often joins him on these adventures because “fluffy things!! fuyuhiko, look, it’s letting me pet it!”)

- he hates it when it’s hot outside. summer? hell no “kiri, can you turn on the a/c?” everyone has learned that going to his house in the summer means they’ll need to wear sweaters and sweatpants. they don’t know how he survives.

- big softie for animals. cannot handle roadkill. he can and will cry at the sight of roadkill and will even risk getting rabies to see if he can save it.

- a huge third wheeler for komaru and toko. can and will go on dates with them so make sure that komaru doesn’t get involved with that “frisky shit” because “you’re my little sister and i just want what’s best for you!”

- loves to fingerpaint, just like a four year old. “brushes are for, as enoshima would call it, chumps, kiri, which means you’re a chump.”

- doesn’t have a big sweet tooth; he finds that eating too much sugar gives him a toothache, so he has never really been fond of the sweet stuff.

- fast food critic. can and will go to fast food restaurants, order the biggest order he can handle, and make both kyoko and byakuya listen to him recommend dishes to them. however, he’s too sweet to say what he doesn’t like about the dishes, which means he wouldn’t be a great critic (if he actually was one).

- in a non-despair world, he’d probably be a police officer; in the beginning, he wasn’t planning to be one, but after he met kyoko at hope’s peak, he got interested in the criminal justice major and decided to major in it himself. he also helps kyoko with cases and helps togami with his family business to make sure that he doesn’t overwork himself.

kyoko kirigiri:

- she has a huuuuge sweet tooth. she doesn’t know how makoto doesn’t have one. she will even eat so much that she gets a sugar high, which can be good or bad.

- workaholic. can and will stay up until four in the morning and miss plans she has scheduled the next day due to oversleeping. she’s practically nocturnal and “kyoko, please go to sleep, you’re gonna miss hina and ogami’s party tomorrow!”

- cat person. she always owns at least two cats and even has a room in her house dedicated to them. the first time she got a cat was when she was eight and convinced her grandfather to get her one. since then, she’s always had a cat and will fondly remember michiyo, her first cat, forever.

- she’s the definition of sarcastic bastard to the point where people don’t even know if she’s being serious or sarcastic. the only time she’s exclusively serious is when she’s working on a case.

- loves 1940s/1950s film noirs and will watch at least one a week, even if she doesn’t have the time to. she can and will drag her friends into her house just to watch these with her every saturday.

- secretly loves relaxing in t-shirts/sweaters (depends on the season) and sweatpants, but the only people who ever really see her in these types of clothing are makoto, byakuya and hina. even when she’s wearing them, she refuses to admit that she dresses casually.

- she acts like she despises children, but she secretly loves them. she loves to babysit for her friends and does a hell of a good job at it. when she gets a child abuse case, she will not sleep until it’s solved, even if it takes a week to do so. makoto and everybody else knows it is literally impossible to make her sleep when she gets one of these cases.

- loves horror movies. whenever she learns that a new horror movie is coming out, she will buy tickets for opening night as soon as possible. however, she hates jumpscares. she says that “they’re just cheap tactics to scare people because the directors aren’t skilled enough to make scenes scary without them.” she also loves stephen king novels/films!

- bilingual. she knows japanese (her first language), english, french, russian, german and spanish. originally, she began to learn them since it would be useful to her as a detective, but she started learning more and more just because it was fun. she’s currently learning italian.

#this is my first time making a post like this #hopefully it is okay #headcanons #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa goodbye despair #dr1 #dr2 #kyoko kirigiri #makoto naegi #naegiri #aoi asahina #byakuya togami #sakura ogami #peko pekoyama #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #kirigiri kyoko #naegi makoto #asahina aoi #togami byakuya #ogamk sakura #pekoyama peko #kuzuryuu fuyuhiko #TOEgami

[kyukun]

How to Get Your Boyfriend's Attention (OumaSai)

g od  ye svsurjfjf i tried making this as fluffy as i could! hopefully you can tell this is pregame??? idk i dont think their pregame versions would be tol different from their ingame personalities but there are a few differences! also a few angsty foreshadowing included in this ;33 enjoy!

title: how to get your boyfriend's attention 

summary: When you’re trying to do your homework, sometimes it can be difficult. Especially if your boyfriend is clingy and craves your attention 24/7.

word count: 1219

~~ prompt starts after cut! ~~

Kokichi shuffled around in his backpack, scouring around to reach his binder. He had pulled the black object from the depths of its confinements and put it on the coffee table. "Come on Saihara-chan, we should start working on our homework." Shuichi nodded and did as he was told. Reluctantly though. To be completely honest, he really didn't feel like doing his school work, or anything for that matter. The only thing plaguing his mind was wanting Kokichi's attention.

 He just wanted some affection was all. He enjoyed the days where Kokichi came over and watched Danganronpa with him and they cuddled, he loved those days the most. Kokichi was pretty focused on his studies however, wanting to get good grades to go to his dream college, which Shuichi could respect. He knew how important his boyfriend's grades were to him so he offered to study and do homework with him after school to spend more time with him.

 Though the only downside of that is Kokichi was super focused when he studied or did his classwork, leaving Saihara to fend for himself and continue to be absolutely touch starved even if he was mere centimeters away. 

 He didn't want to admit he was being clingy (even though Kokichi was very well aware of that fact,) and decided to just fight against his urges to just tackle Kokichi to the ground and never let him go.

 They were third years, they only had so much time together. And adding onto the stress of applying for colleges, the Danganronpa auditions were coming up soon. They were both excited to audition, promising one another that they'd be the ones claiming victory in the game even though they weren't too sure of the odds of that happening; they remained hopeful. Shuichi set down his own binder which had been filled with mini Danganronpa stickers as well as a variety of random pencil markings.

 "Ouma-kun, you know this isn't due for at least another week right?" He said, trying his best to somehow convince Kokichi to drop the work for at least a day to spend the day with him but to no avail, he had already begun working on the project as Shuichi was talking. "It's always good to work ahead, Saihara-chan."

 He grumbled as the smaller boy smiled peacefully, his pencil marking the paper beneath him. His arm was propped up along the table as his legs were crossed over the other, his cheek pressed against his leaning arm. He had begun humming along to a song to help him concentrate as Shuichi stared blankly at the paper in front of him.

 He glanced over at Kokichi was swinging his head to the small melody he had created. He looked adorable. Shuichi scooted a bit closer to him, trying his best to make it seem like he wasn't doing this on purpose. He nervously looked over at his boyfriend from his peripheral, making sure he hadn't drawn any suspicions yet.

 He scooted over once more, this time he was now touching Kokichi's knee with his own. "Saihara-chan, are you moving on purpose?"

 "No! There's just a better view here…" He blushed frantically glancing back and forth between the wall and Kokichi. The latter laughed and rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, "Okay. Remember to start working." Shuichi nodded, continuing to blankly stare at his paper.

 God he needed affection! Right now!

 Time to start pulling out the big guns. 

 Shuichi did the old "yawning" trick. He stretched out his arms as best as he could, eventually they dropped right on Kokichi's shoulder. Kokichi smirked as he remained fixated on his paper, not bothering to look away. "Saihara-chan, what do you think you're doing?"

 "Stretching."

 "On my shoulder?"

 "It's a new type of stretch called the "Over the shoulder" stretch. It helps relax your femur."

 "Really? Your femur? The bone in your thigh?"

 "Yes?" Kokichi chuckled and laid further into Shuichi's arms, dropping his pencil down as he closed his eyes. "You're a terrible liar." God his boyfriend was such an idiot at times. 

 Once Kokichi had picked up his pencil again, Shuichi had begun whining almost? It wasn't a full on whine but it was pretty darn close. Interesting. He decided to try and play innocent, ignoring Shuichi a bit further. Shuichi had enough, going behind the smaller boy and wrapping his hands around his waist to pull him further, burying his face into the nape of his neck.

 Bingo.

 He couldn't help but be a little flustered, still unable to get used to the physical affection Shuichi had given him. He tried to keep his cool but to no avail, turning into a blushing mess when the latter kissed the back of his neck, making him jolt his spot with a hand clasped at the back of the spot he kissed. "S-Saihara-chan! What are you doing?!"

 "Kissing you."

 "W-Why?"

 "I can't kiss my own boyfriend?"

 "I didn't say that…"

 "Then?"

 He continued to leave kisses at the back of his neck, Kokichi squirming under his touch. Concentrating on this paper was more difficult than he had anticipated. Shuichi had his arms wrapped around his waist, a small pout forming on his lips. "When are going to finish? Do it later."

 "What's up with you today? You were the one who suggested this…"

 "'Cause I wanted to spend time with you. But all of your attention is on that stupid paper, I feel ignored."

 He had started to feel a bit guilty. Maybe he was right. This paper was due in another week after all, it wouldn't hurt to take a little break. "Right. I'm sorry, Saihara-chan. M-maybe we can take a little break for five minutes—" Shuichi let out a groan in response.

 "An hour?"

 Another groan. Kokichi couldn't help but let out a smile. This was pleasing to him in some form. It made him happy that Shuichi wanted his attention. Though it would be nice if he was more straightforward about it. "The whole day?"

 Shuichi smiled and nodded happily, "Yes. Hey, Ouma-kun. Can you call me by my first name from now on?"

 "W-what?! What's wrong with… Saihara-chan…" He was now turned towards Shuichi, his face buried deep into his chest as he clinged onto his worn out Kirigiri shirt. "Nothing at all! I like it but… I'd like it more if you called me my actual name."

 He remained silent, his face still redder than ever. Shuichi sighed and patted his boyfriend's hair, twirling around a few strands of it within his finger. "I'll start then. Kokichi." He couldn't help but grin as he felt Kokichi whine into his shirt, clearly flustered. "Kokichi, I love you." He repeated in a teasing, sing-song tone. He could hear Kokichi whine out a small "stop" but he wanted to continue teasing him just a bit more.

 "Kokichi, we're going to win Danganronpa together. And I'll make sure that I'll protect you no matter what!"

 "Sh-Shuichi, I love you… too…"

 "There it is! See? That wasn't so bad." He shook Kokichi lightly by his shoulders. Kokichi grumbled and began lightly giggling, "Whatever, after this break, I'm doing my paper."

 "What? No fair! It's Danganronpa night!"

 "Well if you do your paper too, we can still have Danganronpa night."

 "Fine."

#oumasai #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #drv3 #saiouma #daganronpa #kyus post #HHHHSHDHD SOFT PREGAME MAKES ME NUT OK IM #some subtle ingame foreshadowing as well :))) #cause i love to suffer :))) #they have danganronpa date nights after they study and you literally cannot convince me otherwize

[nadisabug]

Title: Sick

Fandom: Danganronpa (SDR2) AU: post-simulation Warnings: disorientation and sickness A/N: okay so I've been super stressed with school, and all I can think about is what if Hajime is getting sick right and he tries to hide it because now hes in charge of the class and apart of the Future Foundation and he is really good at hiding it except nagito notices bc hes nagito and watches hajime closely and now its all i can think about here i go

^^^

Hajime felt awful.

He had been feeling really off for days now, but he brushed it aside. He had to, everyone relied on him. The only reason why they were allowed off the island in the first place was because Hajime convinced Makoto and the rest of the Future Foundation to allow them to move back to the mainland because staying on the island where everything happened would just be worse. Makoto knew Hajime was right, staying on the island was the worst thing that could happen to the students, he told Hajime himself that. But, the Future Foundation was nothing if not skeptical. They were not sure if the students were properly rehabilitated, seeing as they got all their memories back, so they still did not trust the so-called Remnants. Consequently, they were a lot of conditions associated with leaving the island and moving into their relatively nice place. All of which rested squarely on Hajime's shoulders.

One of them was the morning report to Makoto.

He had to report how everyone was doing, feeling, saying, and acting. They did have an assigned therapist that was required to meet with them biweekly, who had her own report, but they wanted an update from the supposed leader of the community as well. Hajime took this responsibility very seriously. Honestly, he had nothing else to offer. He couldn't make patrol groups to help keep the streets safe like Kuzuryu, Pekoyama, Owari, and Nidai, he couldn't help create relief packages like Teruteru, Soda, Tsumiki, and Tanaka, and he couldn't go out into the streets and inspire hope like Moida, Nevermind, Koizumi, and Saionji. He couldn't even just cycle through the three, like Komaeda did, lending his luck to all of the causes. He had a knack for finding out where trouble was occurring, adding personalized items to packages just right and relying on his luck to deliver it to the citizen who needed it most, and no matter how unnerving he could be, no one could deny his unwavering charisma and the faith and hope it inspired in the citizens. Hajime could do none of that. All he had were his supervision and regulatory jobs. So he committed himself to completing them to the best of his ability. He collected and documented everyone's reports flawlessly, he kept inventory and sent out refill requests before the other students knew they were running low on anything, and he never missed a morning report.

Until today. 

Hajime woke up groggily to the sound of his Comm beeping. His head was pounding, needles pressing into his temples, and he could feel the dull throb as his blood pumped through his exhausted body. The pain flared in rhythm with the beat, waves of pain rolling over his head as the pressure within felt like it was going to burst. He was about to chalk it up to the fact that he had gone to sleep at 4 am the night before when he sucked in a deep breath, stopping halfway when a fit of coughs overtook him, curling into himself and coughing desperately into his elbow. Once the fit subsided, he took another, full deep breath and picked up his Comm device. On it, read the time.

7:37. Fuck.

He answered it quickly, then threw the covers off of himself, launching to his feet. As he did so, a wave of nausea rolled over him, his vision going completely white. He stumbled forward and caught himself on the dresser, slamming the edge of his elbow on the corner in the process. He bit down on his tongue to keep the contents of his stomach down. Hard. He tasted the the sour blood as it coated his tongue and filled his mouth, but he did not let up.

"You're late," a cold voice announced from the Comm's speaker. With how hard Hajime was gripping the thing, he was surprised it was still working.

Fucking hell. The one day he was late of course Kirirgiri had to be there. He swallowed the blood and the pain radiating from his head, and now his funny bone, with a grimace. "My apologies Kirigiri-san. It was not my intention to-"

"I have neither the time nor the patience for your excuses, boy. Get to your device, now."

The line went dead, much like how Hajime felt and knew he was. Kirigiri pointedly refused to use his name. She was livid.

And she had every right to be, Hajime thought as he desperately pulled on the first pair of trousers he saw. He was an entire 37 minutes late. He started buttoning his shirt frantically, but found that he could not get his hands to stop shaking enough to do so. Hajime cursed and tossed the shirt to the side, instead opting to wear his undershirt to the meeting, and not his usual formal wear. He ran into the bathroom to smooth his hair when it hit him.

His stomach convulsed and the next thing he knew he was heaving into the toilet, a white knuckle grip on the toilet bowl. He skipped dinner last night because he hadn't been feeling well, so the only thing that came up was bile, burning his throat and stinging his nose. All he could think about was getting whatever was in him out as fast as possible so that he could get to the meeting.

Once the heaving subsided, he rushed to the sink and rinsed his mouth quickly, wiping the snot and vomit onto his hand towel. He rushed out of the bathroom, not bothering to flush or brush his teeth. When he finally threw himself into the conference room, he found that the screen on the computer was already depicting a grainy image of Makoto, Kirigiri standing over his shoulder. He threw himself into his usual seat at the head of the table and in front of the monitor, straightening up  and trying to appear as composed as possible.

Both Makoto and Kirigiri did not appear pleased.

"You took your time," Kirigiri announced the obvious for the second time, her voice dangerously sharp.

Hajime's eye darted to the time and found that it was now 7:53. He had spent nearly ten minutes emptying his stomach into his toilet bowl. /Fuck.

"And did not even bother to get dressed. Did you fall back asleep?"

Hajime knew it wasn't a question, but felt compelled to defend himself. He opened his mouth to respond, but Makoto waved his hand and spoke before he could.

"It does not matter. You are here now. Give your report, I am already late for another meeting and really do not have anymore time to waste." Makoto's voice was unusually cold and strung tight. Hajime had made him very late for a meeting. Hajime couldn't tell if his gut was clenching from the nausea or the guilt, but it didn't matter.

He quickly launched into his report, desperately hoping he wouldn't vomit all over the desktop.

Once the meeting was over, and he had been given another reprimand, he slowly picked himself up out of the chair and stumbled to the door. His next meeting wasn't until noon with the Patrol unit, so he had time to return to his room and clean himself up. He knew he should probably got to breakfast, but the idea of food made his stomach clench and he decided against it. He swung open the door, leaning heavily on the handle, when he realized someone was outside of it. Before he could register who it was, he straightened up and wiped the grimace off of his face. He couldn't let anyone know.

Komaeda pushed off the hallway wall he was leaning on and froze when he saw Hajime. "Oh shit, you look awful," he blurted.

"Thanks," Hajime grunted, rolling his eyes, and started down the hallway to his room. He heard Komaeda scramble to catch up behind him and within a moment he was walking backward in front of Hajime.

"I mean, you just look so sick, you don't look bad Hinata-kun, you never do- I mean well, I just meant that-"

Hajime felt another wave of nausea tear through him and he was forced to stop walking. He folded his arms over his chest to play off needing to put pressure on his stomach and attempted to mask his grimace as a scowl of annoyance at Komaeda.

Komaeda immediately snapped his mouth closed and stopped walking. "Sorry," he apologized quickly. "I just-"

"Why are you here?" Hajime grunted. He didn't mean for it to come out as harsh as he did, and couldn't help but feel bad when Komaeda flinched at his tone.

"Sorry... you just skipped dinner last night... and then you weren't at breakfast... so I was just... worried... I know I am sorry that sounds super stalkerish, like I am watching you or something, but I was so worried that you got hurt or something because you never miss meals, even if you don't eat and I am so sorry for pointing that out I am just-"

"No, thank you Nagito." Hajime found himself thanking the rambling boy before he could stop himself. After the morning he had, being yelled at and just feeling shitty for fucking up, the kind words made him feel better more than he liked to admit. "But you don't have to worry, I'm fine." Hajime moved to walk past Komaeda, but Komaeda caught his arm. If Hajime had been feeling better, he could have easily brushed him off. But for some reason, Hajime couldn't find the strength to break away.

It didn't matter though, Komaeda hissed and pulled his hand back quickly. "You are burning!" He raised a hand to Hajime's face and pressed his hand to his forehead before Hajime could smack his hand away. "You definitely have a fever."

Hajime's stomach dropped. He knew Komaeda was probably right, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. "No, I told you, I am fine." Hajime stalked toward his room and let himself in, planning to slam the door behind him so that Komaeda did not follow him in, but at that exact moment, a violent wave of nausea hit him and he bolted to the toilet.

Hajime thought it was impossible to throw up nothing. But here he was, heaving over the toilet, nothing but spit falling in. As his entire body clenched and spasmed, he felt a soothing hand on his back. The presence beside him comforted him immensely; just knowing someone was there made this bout of vomiting just a bit more bearable than the first, even though it was worse.

Hajime wasn't sure how long he spent over the toilet, but he knew it was a while. After Hajime no longer felt the need to vomit up his entire stomach, he kept his head hidden in the bowl, unwilling to face Komaeda.

Komaeda stayed silent, rubbing Hajime's back. He gave him a moment, then curled his arms around Hajime's shaking torso. "Here," Komaeda said as he helped Hajime stand up. "You'll want to brush your teeth."

Hajime no longer had the energy to fight, so he just did whatever Komaeda told him to. He guided him through the motions of washing out his mouth, and allowed Komaeda to brush his teeth for him when it was apparent that his hands were shaking too bad. Komaeda took over wordlessly, not commenting on Hajime's shortcoming, but Hajime still had to close his eyes as Komaeda brushed his teeth for him. He wasn't sure what it was exactly, but he knew it was a combination of shame over how useless he was and the fact Komaeda was so close to Hajime's face. He kept his eyes squeezed closed as Komaeda prompted him to spit, and only opened them once Komaeda began to lead him to the bed.

To be very honest, it was more like half dragging Hajime to the bed. Hajime couldn't seem to get his feet to work correctly, and it tore him up. As Komaeda sat him up on the bed and crouched to take off Hajime's shoes, Hajime found himself closing his eyes again. He didn't even ask me to try. He knows I can't do it. I'm fucking pathetic.

"Hey," Hajime felt a hand cup his face and he blinked his eyes open in surprise. He almost shut them again when he realized Komaeda was mere inches from his face. He could feel Komaeda's warm breath fan his own flushed face, and felt Komaeda's thumb wipe away tears he did not know he had shed. Hajime felt so weak and small, but when he looked into Komaeda's eyes, he got lost in the genuine sincerity they held. "It's okay. I want to help."

How did he? Hajime's mind was swirling. Had he said that out loud? He wasn't sure anymore. He was too overwhelmed to fight back at anything, so he just nodded weakly. He let Komaeda take off his shoes and turn him to lay down on the bed. He didn't fight when Komaeda got up to get him water and something to swallow; he just took it.

As Komaeda pulled the covers over Hajime, he finally realized what was happening.

"Wait, meeting..." he protested weakly, trying to sit up, but collapsing back onto the bed when his vision blurred and spun.

"I'll take care of it," Komaeda insisted. He pressed Hajime down into the covers and placed a wet towel on his forehead. Hajime didn't know where Komaeda had found it or gotten it, but he was grateful nonetheless.

"They can't... I'm not..." Hajime struggled to form words as exhaustion tugged at his mind.

"Don't worry," Komaeda smiled, shushing Hajime. "I won't tell them. It will be our secret."

Hajime knew that he should have been creeped out by that, just like all his peers would have been, but Komaeda's reassuring words and kind actions overwhelmed him. Hajime chalked it up to him being sick. He was probably delirious, and that was the reason why he felt like kissing Komaeda. It was the fever and not because he liked him, because he didn't.

"Thank you, Nagito," Hajime muttered with a small smile, his eyes closing before he could gauge Komaeda's reaction.

After that, Hajime fell into a deep sleep, no longer able to keep himself up for another second.

#komahina #hinakoma #super dangan ronpa 2 #sickfic #danganronpa #nagito x hajime #komaeda x hinata #Nagito Komaeda #Hinata Hajime #i love my little men #take a nap hajime :( #i feel like komaeda would be so good at taking care of sick people cause he was sick so often so he knows what to do to help #anyways #exams are over #mostly #for now lol #so ill just be posting rando stuff if id dont get requests #okay ill stop ranting now lol

[morethanaprincess-a]

@kiboumukou​ said:  ‘ it’s alright, i’ll keep you safe. they won’t be able to hurt you any more.’

Close Shaves

After awhile, Kirigiri had simply left. There had been no reasoning with the former Ultimate Princess, and that was on a good day. For the first time in awhile, Sonia didn't dread another sunny day on the island. With several of their classmates having recovered and her fellow survivors finding more and more breakthroughs in cracking open the pods and reviving the others from their comas, it had seemed to her that perhaps everything would turn out all right. And while she missed Chiaki terribly, the former Remnants had become a family of sorts. A new family, where fighting was often done out of jest and whenever one of them needed help, another would come to their aid. It was a small, tropical kingdom where everyone was equal and lived harmoniously. Well, as much as they could anyway.

So when she'd been instructed to neglect her daily tasks for an important discussion with Kyoko Kirigiri, Sonia had thought nothing of it. Perhaps she wanted some more details regarding those still in comas or just waking up, some sort of observation she could task Sonia with. Instead, the young woman had presented her with a laptop computer and dozens of files for her to look at alongside a calmly delivered truth: eventually her version of paradise was to end. When her classmates were all revived and ready to move on with their lives, so would she: back to Novoselic, to reclaim her homeland and lead her people. People, whom Sonia soon learned, she'd tortured and killed mercilessly.

Photos, newspaper clippings, videos, and more of her, a manic, bloodthirsty queen rallying her troops to kill as many as they could before killing themselves. Separating spouse from spouse, children from parents, and plenty of friends and loved ones as cities around the country burned or were reduced to rubble, their streets bathed in blood as bodies lay scattered throughout. Only the mass graves built by survivors once the Future Foundation had arrived to secure the Queen kept Novoselic from maintaining a constant stench of rotting corpses.

There hadn't been an expectation for Sonia to take it lightly, but it was clear from how Kirigiri stalked out of her cabin that she hadn't expected the former Princess to wail, scream, and eventually hurl the computer right at her full-length mirror, shattering both the glass and the machine as she crumpled, curled up against the wall, and sob. Only Hajime had dared come near when she skipped dinner, though it was likely that the Future Foundation dissuaded them. Perhaps writing it off as a shock, from memories returning all at once. Which they had, with their help.

She was too exhausted and hurt to even try to send him away, much less hide the fact she'd been crying. Instead, Sonia didn't protest as he sat beside her, arms wrapping around her to pull her against him. She didn't know if her eyes, still with their hints of blue but mostly red and swollen, still had tears to cry but they ended up soaked into his shirt. He didn't complain.

"It’s alright, i’ll keep you safe. they won’t be able to hurt you any more."

Soft words, spoken into her hair as her face remained buried into his shoulder. Hajime was a wonder for so many reasons, talents aside, but even she had her doubts that he could protect her from the grim, terrible truth of what she'd done as a Remnant of Despair. There were no ghosts, or demons or witches, or even knife-wielding serial killers, like in the movies she once loved, for him to defeat in combat or with a spell. Just the demon in his arms, who broke her own heart with her actions. That pain, Sonia felt sure, would remain in the form of a wound that would never heal. And despite it all...

"Okay," She mumbled. No words of thanks, no comfort in that he'd come to save a Queen from the villain who threatened her very livelihood. They were one and the same, after all. But if it put Hajime at ease, she'd agree that he could, without a doubt, keep her safe from her past, present, and future.

#more-than-a-princess answered #kiboumukou #(Close Shaves meme) #Post-Neo World Program verse

[kawaiikichi]

A Little Jealousy Never Hurt Nobody (Saiouma)

Pregame Saiouma “I’m not jealous! It’s just... you’re mine!” from the Romantic/Fluff Starters list for Anon! I’m sorry this took me a while to get done; school started last week and I’m already drowning in homework and a whole lot of stress. It also did take me a while to figure out where exactly to take this, so there’s that.

I hope you like it and let me know if you would like anything changed/edited! :D

*Based off of this request*

Title: A Little Jealously Never Hurt Nobody

Prompt: “I’m not jealous! It’s just...you’re mine!”

Summary:  Two months after getting together, Shuichi and Kokichi go on their first date. It doesn’t go as bad as Kokichi thought it would.

One-Shot Notes: Pregame AU where Kokichi has transferred to Shuichi’s school; I kinda toned Shuichi’s “psychoness” down a bit for the purposes of this one-shot

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One-shot is under the cut!

Kokichi couldn’t believe his ears.

“A...date?” he asked.

Shuichi nodded his head excitedly.

“We haven’t been on one yet, right? So, I figured that this weekend would be a good time to do so.” he explained.

“I see...” Kokichi trailed off.

“So, what do you think?” Shuichi gripped the sides of Kokichi’s desk and he leaned in towards him. “Will you be free this weekend so that we can go on a date?” he asked.

Kokichi’s cheeks flushed bright red as he stared into Shuichi’s golden eyes, which were usually hidden under the brim of his cap.

He’s so close, he thought to himself.

“Uh...aren’t you a little too close, Saihara-kun...?” Kokichi squeaked out.

“Hm?” Shuichi tilted his head to the side in confusion. “But, we’re a couple, Ouma-kun. Being this close is quite normal, you know.” he pointed out.

“Is it really...?” Kokichi murmured out.

This may be my first time in a relationship, but I can tell for sure that we’re not supposed to be close like this at all times, he thought to himself.

Kokichi tried to distract himself from the way Shuichi’s breath was mingling with his own by changing the subject.

“I’m pretty sure I’m not doing anything this weekend, so we can go on our...date.” Kokichi said.

“Really?! Great!” Shuichi reached out and clasped Kokichi’s hands. “It’s a date, then!” he chirped.

Kokichi’s heart skipped a beat at the warmth of Shuichi’s hands on his own. Shuichi released his hands as he looked down at the watch on his wrist.

“Ah, I need to get going! I need to talk to the teacher about something, so we can’t walk home together today.” Shuichi grabbed for his items. “I’ll text you the details later tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow!” Shuichi called out over his shoulder as he dashed out of the classroom.

“Ah! See you then, Saihara-kun!” Kokichi responded as he watched Shuichi leave.

He then released a loud sigh, slumping over his desk.

“That made my heart race a little too much...” he trailed off.

He slowly sat back up, placing a hand over his racing heart.

Please stop racing so much, he thought to himself.

He stood up and grabbed for his things, packing them away into his school bag. As he left the classroom, he began to think about their date.

“Our first date, huh...” he muttered under his breath.

As much as he wanted to be happy that they were going to finally be going on a date, he couldn’t help but feel concerned about what they might do that day.

Shuichi was a total Danganronpa fanatic and everything for him seemed to revolve around the popular show. His phone case, the charms that dangled from his phone, his lock screen, the posters that hung on the walls of his bedroom, even three quarters of his casual wear was Danganronpa-related.

Kokichi, on the other hand, wasn’t a fan of the show at all. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t stand it. No matter how he tried to rationalize it, he just couldn’t understand how people could enjoy watching a show where high school students were forced to kill each other.

Shuichi made him watch an episode of the cursed show one day and Kokichi had to excuse himself to the bathroom so that he could hurl into the toilet, thoroughly disgusted by the gruesome scene that played out on the television screen.

It was truly a wonder that he was dating Shuichi, let alone have actually developed feelings for him.

He exited the school grounds and walked to the station, bringing his bottom lip in between his teeth.

I have a really bad feeling about what our first date is going to be like, he thought to himself.

💜💜💜💜

Kokichi looked up at the amusement park that they arrived at with wide eyes, a mix of surprise and fear swirling around in them as the word Monokumaland jumped out at him.

I knew it...!

He looked around, taking note of the Monobear-themed entrance into the park.

I had a feeling he was going to drag me here, knowing his obsession with Danganronpa, he thought to himself.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Shuichi taking his hand.

“Okay, I almost thought I forgot the tickets at home, but they were actually in the back pocket of my jeans.” he began to pull Kokichi in the direction of the ticket booth. “Come on, let’s go!” he declared.

“Y-Yeah...” Kokichi replied.

He swallowed as he looked at what Shuichi decided to wear, which was a purple shirt that had the Ultimate Detective, Kyouko Kirigiri, on it along with jeans that had a Monobear eye iron-on patch on it, and black Converse.

As expected of a Danganronpa fanatic coming to this theme park, he thought to himself.

After giving their tickets to the attendant, they entered the park and headed toward the directory board.

“So, what ride do you want to go on first?” Shuichi asked.

“What ride do I want to to go on first?” Kokichi parroted.

“Yeah! Choose a ride that interests you!” Shuichi chirped.

“I see...” Kokichi trailed off.

He looked up at the directory board, examining the pictures of the rides. He then reached out and pointed at one.

“How about this one, then?” he asked.

Shuichi’s eyes followed Kokichi’s finger up to the attraction he had pointed at.

“The Chainsaw Coaster? Ah, that’s based off of Miho’s execution from the twenty-second season!” Shuichi looked at Kokichi. “Are you sure that’s the one you want to go on?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m sure!” Kokichi replied.

Honestly, I just chose a random ride. I don’t know what it is that I actually want to ride, he thought to himself.

“Well, if you insist.” Shuichi began to pull Kokichi in the direction of the ride. “Then, let’s get going! The line’ll get long if we continue to stand here.” he told him.

As they made their way through the crowd, Kokichi looked down at their interlocked hands. A blush began to spread across his cheeks and he couldn’t help feeling giddy.

We’re holding hands...this really does feel like a date, he thought to himself.

💜💜💜💜

After riding on the tea cups and buying some ice cream at a booth, the two of them sat down on a bench in front of the Ferris Wheel (or the Mono Wheel, according to the sign).

“Ouma-kun, are you sure all you want to eat is ice cream?” Shuichi asked.

“Yeah! I was beginning to crave ice cream, anyway, so this is fine.” Kokichi explained.

He then looked down at the ice cream bar Shuichi bought him, which was in the shape of Monobear’s face.

Although I’m not sure how I feel about how it’s shaped, he thought to himself as he licked the vanilla side of the bar. He bit off the ear and began to roll the ice cream around in his mouth as Shuichi gasped suddenly, his eyes wide.

“Saihara-kun?!” Kokichi nearly choked on his ice cream upon hearing Shuichi gasp. “What’s wrong?! Did something happen?!” he asked, concern flashing across his face.

“Oh my gosh...her shirt looks so amazing!” Shuichi gushed, golden eyes sparkling with excitement.

Kokichi followed Shuichi’s gaze and immediately frowned upon seeing that Shuichi was talking about a girl who had on a Kirigiri shirt.

Of course that would be the reason why he gasped like that. Why should I even be surprised, he asked himself.

He watched as Shuichi stood up.

“I’m going to go talk to her. You wait right here, alright?” he said.

“Huh? But—“ Shuichi ran off before Kokichi could finish his sentence.

And there he goes, leaving me by myself, he thought to himself.

He watched Shuichi approach the girl and sooner or later, the two of them began to engage in an extensive conversation, both of them laughing and gushing over god knows what.

Watching the scene made Kokichi annoyed. Something bitter filled him as he continued to lick his ice cream.

Look at him, being all giggly with her. Like he didn’t come here on a date with his boyfriend and instead came by himself, he thought to himself.

He licked at his ice cream angrily as he watched them watching something on Shuichi’s phone. He then looked over at the Ferris Wheel, sighing.

The more I’m looking at that Ferris Wheel, the more I want to go on it...when does he plan on wrapping up that conversation, anyway, he asked himself.

He looked back over at Shuichi and the girl only to see them exchanging numbers. He gawked at the scene.

Wait, wait, they’re exchanging numbers?! For real, he asked himself.

Annoyance and anger bubbled up from within him as he watched them.

I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all, he thought to himself.

After finishing his ice cream, he stood and made his way over to Shuichi. Upon approaching him, he grabbed for the hem of his shirt and tugged on it.

“Um...Saihara-kun...?” he said.

“Oh, Ouma-kun!” Shuichi turned to look at him. “What’s up?” he asked.

“Uh...” Kokichi pointed at the Ferris Wheel. “I want to go on the Ferris Wheel...” he trailed off.

“Oh, alright. Let’s go, then.” Shuichi looked back at the girl. “I’m gonna have to go now. I’ll message you later on Line, Minamoto-san!” he said as they turned to leave.

Kokichi looked back over his shoulder at Minamoto, glaring at her before looping his arm around Shuichi’s and nuzzling his cheek against it. He swore he felt Shuichi stiffen, but decided against it as they got in line for the Ferris Wheel. He looked to see Minamoto’s expression, which filled him with a sense of satisfaction.

Heh, serves her right. She shouldn’t be so close to a taken man, anyway. Saihara-chan’s mine, he thought to himself.

They got onto the Ferris Wheel a few minutes and the ride began its descent upward. Kokichi looked outside, watching as they got higher and higher.

“Wow...we’re so high up...” he trailed off.

“Yeah, we sure are.” Shuichi commented, looking outside as well.

Silence fell over them soon after. Kokichi looked away from the window and he glanced at Shuichi, who had his elbow propped up on the back of the seat and his cheek pressed against his palm as he continued to stare outside. He began to twiddle with his thumbs, wondering how to break the silence.

What should I say, exactly, he wondered to himself.

As he settled on a topic, Shuichi broke the silence.

“So, Ouma-kun, that was quite a show you put on for Minamoto-san back there.” he commented.

“H-Huh?” Kokichi nearly choked on his spit at Shuichi’s words.

Shuichi turned his head away from the window to look at Kokichi, a sly grin dancing across his lips.

“Were you jealous, Ouma-kun?” he asked.

“What?! Jealous?!” Kokichi squeaked out, a furious red blush appearing on his cheeks.

Was that what that feeling was? I’ve never felt jealous before, so I was confused about why I felt really annoyed, he thought to himself.

“Yeah, jealous.” the grin on Shuichi’s lips only grew wider. “So, were you?” he asked.

“That...I’m not jealous! It’s just...you’re mine! And I just don’t like it when you talk with other people so happily, especially if they’re girls! We’re on a date together and I want your eyes to be on me and only me and—“ Kokichi stopped, watching as a blank expression fell over Shuichi’s face.

“Uh...Saihara-kun...?” he called out.

Why is he staring at me like that, he asked himself.

It seemed like centuries before Shuichi’s expression changed, his eyes sparkling with glee.

“Ouma-kun...this is the first time I’ve ever heard you be so open about your feelings for me!” he exclaimed.

“It is?!” Kokichi questioned in surprise, watching as Shuichi reached out and clasped his hands in his own.

“It is!” Shuichi chirped as he pulled Kokichi forward.

The cabin began to sway a little back and forth, causing Kokichi to let out a yelp.

“Eeep, Saihara-kun! The cabin’s shaking...!” he squeaked out.

Shuichi said nothing as Kokichi fell onto his lap, his legs straddling Shuichi’s and his hands moving to place themselves on Shuichi’s shoulders.

Kokichi swallowed, his heart pounding loudly in his ears as he looked down at Shuichi, whose cheeks had taken on a bright shade of red.

“Saihara-kun...” he trailed off.

“I love it when you’re honest with me, Ouma-kun.” Shuichi’s hand moved to settle on Kokichi’s hip. “It makes me veeeeeeery happy.” he said.

The pounding in Kokichi’s ears only grew louder as Shuichi massaged his hip with his thumb, causing his breath to hitch.

“If I had to make you jealous just so you can tell me that I’m yours again and again, I’d gladly do it.” Shuichi spoke in a low, husky voice as he leaned in towards Kokichi.

Kokichi’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest as the blush spread up to his ears.

“S-Saihara-kun...we can’t, what if someone sees us...?” he asked.

“Let them see.” Shuichi pulled them even closer, their bodies pressing together and their breaths mingling with one another. “And also, it’s okay to call me by my first name. I’ll do the same,” their noses brushed against each other, “Kokichi.” he purred.

Shivers coursed down Kokichi’s spine. He liked how his name rolled off Shuichi’s tongue.

He could definitely get used to having Shuichi call him by his first name.

“Shuichi—“ Shuichi closed the distance before he could continue.

Kokichi instantly melted, eyes sliding shut as he lost himself in the sensation of Shuichi’s lips moving against his own. He sank into Shuichi’s embrace, a small sound escaping his lips as Shuichi nipped at his bottom lip playfully.

Dammit, he loved how Shuichi kissed him.

He threw caution to the wind as he kissed back just as fervently.

Shuichi was right. What the hell did it matter if someone saw them making out in the cabin of a Ferris Wheel?

His kisses were just that good.

And if acting jealous was going to make Shuichi kiss him so passionately, then he’d gladly do it over and over again.

Besides, a little jealousy never hurt nobody.

#request #anon #danganronpa v3 #saiouma #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #pregame saiouma #romantic/fluff starters #fluff #first date #jealous kokichi #figured i'd post this before i go kill myself via typing up a long ass discussion post on a movie i absolutely despise XD #let's hope i don't actually die in the process #kawaiikichi

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Good In Me AU Character Profile

Aika Kaneshiro- SHSL Musical Artist

Gender: Female

Height: 5′ 5″

Weight: 48 kg (107 lbs)

Birthday: April 16

Chest: 77 cm

Blood Type: A

Likes: Mukuro, Ibuki, music (obviously), cotton candy (sweet things in general actually), and flowers

Dislikes: Bullies, missing homeroom, people disrespecting her profession

Affiliations: Hope’s Peak Academy’s 78th Class, Class 78-A

Appearance: Aika is a light-brown skinned girl with sunflower gold hair and teal eyes. Her school uniform is slightly altered where she has the skirt switched out for pants. She wears the same typical outfit with a brown vest over a white dress shirt with a red ribbon tied around her neck and black flats.

Her casual wear consists of a brown duster, red scarf, white t-shirt, black two-inch boots, and black jeans. There are usually a pair of round brown sunglasses on the top of her head.

Personality: Aika is a kind and cheerful girl despite always making herself sleep-deprived since she likes to stay up to create songs. She’s also somewhat of a hopeless romantic because of her feelings for Mukuro, becoming a complete disaster if she can make her smile or laugh. Like how Mukuro is way out of touch with her emotions, Aika is too in-touch with her emotions. She tends to react before she thinks which has gotten her hurt a few times. They sort of balance each other out, though, with the musician helping Mukuro come out of her shell while Mukuro helps her handle her emotions.

Despite her flaws, she can be silly, charismatic, and filled to the brim with love for everyone.

Talents & Abilities: 

SHSL Music Artist: Aika has always had a passion for music for as long as she could remember. She started performing and playing music as soon as she could walk. Her first instrument was the piano, which she loves to play in her free time along with the guitar. She and Sayaka Maizono tend to compete since they tend to be top on the charts.

Sharp Hearing: Because of her profession, Aika has a more advanced hearing. She can tell voices apart, easily.

Advanced Dexterity: Aika is good with her hands since she plays so many instruments.

History

Early Life

Aika was raised by her father and aunt since her mother left when she was really young. She grew up surrounded by music, her aunt always singing her lullabies or playing different types of instruments for her. She would always wake up to music playing throughout the house. Most of the tv programs she watched were either musicals or music documentaries.

At the age of 4, her aunt started teaching her how to play the piano. She enjoyed it very much and played anytime she could. When she woke up, when she got bored, when she was sad, when she was happy, when she was angry. The piano was her life. After she mastered piano, she taught herself to play guitar and began writing her own songs.

At the age of 13, she found a band called “Black Cherry” and instantly fell in love, listening to their music on repeat. She even started to imitate their music, practicing and practicing until welts covered her hands.

She attended Sixth Black Root Middle School and Black Root High School with Sayaka Maizono. They attended the same classes and were pretty friendly with each other.

She was soon scouted by Hope’s Peak Academy.

Current

Unlike Maizono who did some... unethical things to achieve her dreams, Aika didn’t and worked hard on her own with the support of her father and aunt. She made sure that she got what she wanted the right way.

After the 78th Class Welcoming Ceremony, Aika ran into Ibuki Mioda when she found the music room. After recognizing that Ibuki had been a member of “Black Cherry” and learning that Ibuki had listened to some of her music, they hit it off. Ibuki soon became somewhat of a mentor to her.

A few weeks after meeting her class and her homeroom teacher, Aika bumps into a girl who roomed across to her who introduces herself as Mukuro Ikusaba and Mukuro’s sister, Junko. She found herself, instantly, attracted to Mukuro and very put-off by Junko’s actions, but, was otherwise able to ignore it.

She soon found herself spending more time with Mukuro because of this, much to Junko’s annoyance.

Relationships

Her Father and Aunt

Aika has a very good relationship with her family. She talks about them, fondly, and always says that they would love Mukuro. In her room, she has a picture that sits on her desk of the day before she left for Hope’s Peak with her aunt and father in it as they celebrated her success.

Mukuro Ikusaba

Aika rooms across the hall from Mukuro. After running into her after accidentally sleeping through her alarm, she found herself, quickly, falling head-over-heels for her. This causes the musician to be somewhat protective of her when something happens. Mukuro is the reason she tries to sleep more since they made a deal with each other in order for Mukuro to start eating more.

The two tend to hang out with each other after class in the courtyard and just talk about anything that comes to mind. She expressed her attraction a few times to Mukuro, in more of a joking way, and has asked her to marry her on multiple occasions but never in front of anyone else after the soldier confessed she was unsure how anyone else would perceive it. Aika actually believes it has to do with how Junko would perceive it.

Ibuki Mioda

Aika and Ibuki are pretty much the best of friends. Though, her bond with her fellow musician probably wouldn’t come as close as she does with her class. Aika and Ibuki can be found in Ibuki’s classroom during lunch or the music room when either of them are free and just play music or come up with songs.

Aika is always pretty relaxed around Ibuki, sometimes listening to her upperclassman ramble about things she’s thinking about.

Sayaka Maizono

Aika and Sayaka are constantly competing with each other to see who can top the charts since their two of the top young artists in the country. They're pretty friendly with each other besides that. They tend to mostly tease each other when they see each other in the hallway.

Mikan Tsumiki

Aika tends to visit her a lot because of her bad habits because she’s either sick or she wore her hands out practicing. Because of her sweet nature, Aika tends to give Mikan gifts and help her out against bullies like Hiyoko.

Mikan often doesn’t know how to pay her back so she gives her anpan as thanks.

Makoto Naegi

Makoto and Aika are pretty friendly with each other as well. She has run into him a few times and she believes he is a real sweetheart. Because of his nature, she gave him the nickname of “Kibo”.

Teruteru Hanamura

Aika finds his behavior gross and disgusting and only goes to him for his cooking. She has to give him credit for something if she were to be honest with herself.

Nagito Komeada

Aika finds him... strange. From the few times they’ve interacted, he has commented on how he sees a special future for her. Aika always interprets it as something to do with her music career.

Junko Enoshima

Aika and Junko have an antagonistic relationship. Junko always gets annoyed since Aika has all of Mukuro’s attention. Aika has also witnessed first hand the abuse that gets hurled at Mukuro by her sister. She’s sometimes snapped at Junko because of it. Some of their fights have gotten bad enough that Junko’s stabbed her in the shoulder and threatened her life. Otherwise, she ignores anything that Junko says about her unless it comes to her profession. Most of the comments that come out of Junko’s mouth anyway is something about how Junko feels she’s really important somehow. She also finds Junko’s obsession with despair disturbing. She feels as if she is planning something, but can’t put her finger on what exactly.

Chisa Yukizome

Aika and Chisa have a pretty strong relationship. Aika might not be her student, but Chisa has a soft spot for her. Since Aika tends to visit her classroom a lot, she tends to be warm and friendly towards her. She tends to take a more motherly approach with Aika and considers her an honorary student of Class 77-B.

Kyoko Kirigiri

Aika is acquainted with the detective. She finds her kind of scary, though, because she feels as if she could read her mind.

Quotes

“I’m Aika Kaneshiro, the Super High School Level Music Artist. I’m in Class 78-A. Um, things to know. Not much. I like music and have bad sleeping habits if that’s what you want to know. Or would you like to know more? My favorite color is blue and my favorite flower is a marigold. I also love, love, love cotton candy.”

“Alright! Hold on to your heads- and hold onto your hearts, ladies-because Aika Kaneshiro is here!”

“I’m sorry, Principal Kirigiri! I won’t be late for class again!”

“What’s with this Junko girl on all these magazines? She seems like a brat.” 

“Yeah! Go, Mioda!”

“All women are queens! Anyone who disagrees is a... um. Is a... A loaf of stale bread!”

“I’ve seen a lot of pretty women in my life, but, Mukuro takes the cake.”

“There are only two things I will defend in my life: The love of my life and my music.”

“Hey, Kibo!”

“No pain, no gain!”

“I’m not afraid of some kogyaru! I’ll drop her in a heartbeat!”

“I’ll find whoever burnt Muki’s cookie and make ‘em pay!”

“Hanamura! Stop being a perv!”

“We’re all searching for something that gives us purpose. For me, it was music. Music still gives me purpose, but... I found something else that drives me, too.”

“It’s never too soon in the story for a love confession, Tsumiki! Never!”

Trivia

Her first name, Aika, means “love song” and her last name, Kaneshiro, means “golden castle”

Aika makes a lot of references to IRL bands, such as MCR. 

While playing the piano once, she hits the G-note and starts crying. When asked why she was crying by a fellow classmate passing by, she replies by saying “It just brings back sad memories.” 

Another time, when talking with Maizono, she gets very offended on how she had described her music and replies “I write sins, not tragedies”, an obvious reference to the song by Panic! At The Disco.

She also uses a line from Twenty-One Pilots’ “Stressed Out” in one of her songs.

Aika has many nicknames for Mukuro. She uses “Wolfie” and “Muki” the most, but, she’s called her “Tiger Lily” and “Sarge” on occasion.

Aika is not a fan of British boy bands. She complains that their songs aren’t that different and they all look the same, the only thing being different about them is their names.

She was sent death threats from rabid fans after publicly stating that in an interview.

Aika’s scarf was given to her by her aunt.

Aika did have a brief crush on Sayaka in middle school. She moved on, quickly, though.

Even though she and Junko have a terrible relationship, she wishes she and Junko could be friends in the future.

Aika likes her younger fans better than her older. They’re just so sweet.

Aika’s favorite animal is a cat. She tends to visit Gundham a lot to see the cats he’s found.

#danganronpa au #good in me au #danganronpa oc #danganronpa 3 #danganronpa: the end of hope’s peak academy #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #sdr2 #super danganronp 2 #dr:thh