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btsugarush · 1 year

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GANGSTA | myg - 001

summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, and gang related activity; four things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.

pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader

warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni

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You tossed and turned in your bed as the obnoxious sound of banging carries through your apartment. You snatch your pillow from under your head, placing it over your ears in hopes to drown out the sound. Sadly, it helped very little. “Ugh!” You groan, tossing the pillow to the floor in frustration. “GO THE FUCK AWAY!” You shout. The banging abruptly stops, and you sigh in contentment.

Just as you were prepared to close your eyes again, your phone started to ring. You let out a loud whine, deciding to give up on slumber at this point. Looks like resting wasn’t in your favor. You grab your phone from your nightstand, the screen flashing your best friend, Mina’s, contact name. You accept the call, only to be ear assaulted by her shouting from the other side. “OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!”

You pull the phone from your ear, cringing as though she had burst your eardrums. You don’t even dignify her with a response before you end the call. Of course Mina would be the one banging on your door like she’s being chased by a masked killer.

You swing your legs over your mattress, sliding on your house slippers that you kept on standby beside your bed. Purposely procrastinating, you take your delicate time, trying to stretch away your exhaustion. You saunter towards your living room, making no effort to rush and open the door. Mina begins to impatiently bang on the door again. “I’m coming! Geez!” You unlock your door, pulling it open to expose your displeased friend. “Took you long enough.” She simply walks past you, entering your abode without your permission.

You shut your door, looking back at Mina as she takes a seat at your dining table. “What was so important that you had to drive to my place and bang on my door like a lunatic?” You questioned the blonde. She squints her eyes, her mouth dropping in disbelief. “Did you forget we were supposed to go out for lunch today?” She crosses her arms.

“Of course I didn’t forget,” you say, taking a seat in the chair across from her. “I thought we were doing that at like 2:00?”

Mina raises a brow at you. “Um… newsflash, it’s 1:50 right now.”

Your eyes widened. There was no way it was already the evening time. You felt like you had just dozed off in bed not too long ago. You check for the time on your microwave for clarity, pouting when you realize she wasn’t telling a story. “Fuck…” you rub your cheeks with the palm of your hands. “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I overslept.”

“It’s fine,” she shrugs. “It’s not too late to still go.”

The two of you weren’t going anywhere exotic for lunch. Just going out for ramen at Makoto. You worked there as a server, so you got a discount on food. Why not take the advantage? Especially since you didn’t make enough money to eat anywhere else, and you’d hate for Mina to have to pay for both of your meals. “What has you so tired anyway?” She asks, pretending like she couldn’t get a clue. “Like you don’t know.” You roll your eyes.

“Ooooh,” she smirks, wiggling her eyebrows. “Did you finally give Kookie the cookie?”

You giggled, shaking your head. You wished that’s how the night went. Although, you still enjoyed yourself because any moment spent with Jungkook was still time well spent. “No, not yet. He hasn’t pursued anything, so I don’t think he’s ready.” You rest your chin into the palm of your hand. “What the hell is he waiting for? Your wedding day?” She turns up her nose.

“I think he’s waiting until we make our relationship official. We’re still just at the talking stage.”

You’ve known Jungkook since high school. He started off as your best friend, next to Mina. He was always there for you, lending you a shoulder to cry on when you were going through a breakup, or listening to you vent. Never did you look at him as a potential romantic partner, or at least, never have you said it out loud. You two didn’t admit your feelings for each other until 3 months ago; now you were trying to see where it goes, and so far it’s been everything you’ve hoped for. Except for the lack of sex, which surprises you to care so much about considering you’ve never had sex with anyone before. Yet, you’ve craved it so much recently.

“Well, he better make things official soon because there is nothing better than sex.” she bit down on her bottom lip, practically drooling as she reminisced about her sexual conquests with her boyfriend, Jin. “Yeah, I bet.” You chuckle. “Don’t get any slob on my table, whore.” You stand up from your seat, figuring that you’ve wasted enough of your lunch time sleeping as it is. You didn’t want to waste anymore of it by gossiping about sex.

You head back to your bedroom, pulling open your wardrobe as you search for something to throw on. Mina follows behind you, plopping down in your bed with a light bounce. “So, is Kookie coming over again tonight?”

“Probably not,” you flip through your clothes like a photo album, taking hangers from the bars to see what looked good on you. “I have work tomorrow, and I cannot risk waking up late again.”

You didn’t have the luxury of being late for work like most folks did. It was hard enough for you to find good paying work since you didn’t finish nursing school like Mina. You want to go back, but you didn’t have the funds to pay for college, and your apartment at the same time. You only made like $15/hr working at Makoto, and your checks from that went to your rent, and other bills. You couldn’t even afford a car. You had to take the bus to travel.

You finalize your outfit choice, going with a mini floral print spaghetti strap dress. “How’re things going with Jin?” You query, undressing yourself before you slip on the red dress. “We’re pretty good, except I feel like he’s hiding something from me. He’s been really anxious lately, but when I ask him about it he says he’s fine,” she shrugs. “I’m trying not to overthink it. Maybe he has a lot on his plate with work and everything. He hasn’t been making any sales in real estate, and is afraid he might be jobless soon.”

“Yikes,” you walk into your bathroom to brush your teeth. “That must be tough on him.” You grab your toothbrush from its holder, taking the tube of toothpaste and squeezing it onto the bristles. “Yeah.” She sighs. You felt for your best friend. Nothing sucks more than watching your significant other go through a rough time, but for Mina it was much worse because she absolutely loved and adored Jin.

You spit and rinsed in the sink, washing your toothbrush off before placing it back in the holder. While the water was still running, you took the opportunity to splash your face with the cooling liquid, making sure to clean away the crust from your eyes. Once you turn off the faucet, you grab a towel from the rack and dry your wet face.

“Are you done yet? No need to get all fancy for some ramen.” Mina complained, which prompted you to roll your eyes. You weren’t even taking that long. You usually take a considerable amount of time getting ready on a regular day. Jungkook could definitely attest to that, seeing as he’s always whining about you ‘taking 40 hours to get ready’.

You grab your white air forces, and a pair of socks from your closet, slipping them on. “Okay, I’m ready to go.”

“Finally.” She jumps up from your mattress. “I’m literally starving. I felt like I could pass out from hunger any second now.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” You grab your purse from your wardrobe, and your cellphone from the nightstand before the two of you make your way back into the living room. You grab your unit keys from the hook by your front door, the two of you heading out. As you were locking the door, your neighbor Hoseok exits out of his apartment. “Ladies,” He smiles, locking his door as well. “Grand rising.”

“Oh, hey, Hoseok. Grand rising to you too,” You return back the smile. “Where’re you headed to today?” You ask, dropping your key into your purse. “Just going to check the mail,” He laughs. “How about you, lovelies?”

“We’re heading to Makoto for lunch.”

Hoseok hums lightly, nodding his head. “Mmm, I love Makoto. Bring me back some rice cakes?”

“Of course.” You giggle.

“You’re a real one.” He lightly pats your shoulder before going on his way. Once he was far enough away, Mina spoke up. “He’s such a weirdo.” She snarls, shaking her head as she watches Hoseok walk down the hall. You shrug. “I think he’s eccentric, but in a good way.”

“Whatever you say. I think he watches you through his peephole when you’re coming or going.” She jokes. “You’re such a bitch.” You chuckle, nudging her with your elbow. As you and Mina walk to the exit of the building, your phone vibrates from the inside of your purse. You pull it out, peering at the contact name. “Kookie cake 🍪🍰”.

You smile upon seeing Jungkook’s contact name, answering quickly before it sends him to voicemail. “Hey.” You greet him giddily. “Hey, beautiful.” You could tell he was smiling on the other end. “What’re you up to?” You ask. Not that you needed to. You could hear the buzzing in the background, which tells you that he’s at work. Jungkook worked at a tattoo parlor as one of the main tattoo artists and piercers there. He usually doesn’t have time to call you when he’s at work, being that he’s always so busy with clients.

“I’m at work,” he lets out a sigh. “One of my clients doesn’t come in until 3:30, so I took this time to hear your angelic voice.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. Mina looked over at you, making kissy faces. You make it outside, the sun blazing down on you. It had to be about 80°C out today. “Well, I’m glad you called. I wanted to tell you that you made me late for my lunch date with Mina today.” You approach the passenger side of Mina’s silver Chevy Cruze, waiting for her to unlock the door. “Oh, you’re blaming me?” Jungkook laughs. “I seem to recall a certain someone begging for me to stay longer.”

“Wow, expose me much?”

Mina unlocks the car, and you pull open the door before climbing inside. She starts up the engine, looking over at you. “Alright, lovebirds. Talk to each other later, I want to play music.” You roll your eyes. She wouldn’t be saying that if it was her on the phone talking to Jin. “I guess I have to get off the phone, Mina’s being a hater since she’s not on the phone with her man.”

She throws a glare your way, childishly sticking her tongue out at you. “Alright, Angel. Call me later?”

“You know I will.” You say your goodbyes, then end the call. “Thank you.” Mina turns on her radio, turning the volume to the highest it could go. The drive to Makoto wasn’t a long drive. From your apartment it was about 8 minutes away. You usually had to take the bus there on scheduled work days as the walk took an hour or so.

“Hope we find a table, it looks crowded today.” Mina makes the observation, seeing that the restaurant’s parking spaces were nearly full. “They usually are on Friday.” You inform her. You’ve worked plenty of Fridays to know. Mina manages to locate a parking spot not too far from the entrance, and pulls into it. “I can’t wait to stuff my face with dumplings.” Mina licked her lips like an animal deprived of food.

“Their dumplings aren’t that good.” You shake your head. Maybe you only felt that way because you worked here, and are constantly having Mr. Kim make you dumplings. After a while they started to make you sick. The bell rings as you two walk through the entrance. “Hey, Jimin.” You greet your co-worker as he’s taking a customer’s order. “Hey, Y/N. Are you here to help out today?” He peers over at you with a smile.

“As if. I’m going to enjoy my day off while I can,” you laugh. “Any tables left?” You ask, looking around. The restaurant was crowded just as Mina thought. “Yeah, we’ve got one more table left. You’re lucky.” After he finishes up taking orders, he leads the way to an empty table. You and Mina take a seat, and Jimin flips to a blank page on his notepad. “I’m guessing you girls already know what you want?”

Mina piped up immediately, already making up her mind before you got there. “Dumplings.” Jimin scribbled down her order. “Anything to drink?” He asks. “Water will do.” Jimin nods, looking over at you. “Let me guess, dumplings for you too?”

“Wrong. I'm not a total cliché. I’m getting Hakodate ramen.”

Jimin smirked, taking down your order. “Anything to drink?” He scribbles something else down in the notepad. “I’ll take a water too.” Jimin flips the notepad your way, showing you that he had already written it down. “Guess you are a total cliché.” You roll your eyes, waving him off. “Just go put in our orders.”

He chuckles, leaving your table to head back into the kitchen. “He seriously wants to fuck you.” Mina blurted. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head at the unexpected assumption. “Don’t be ridiculous, he knows I’m seeing Jungkook.”

“What’s your point? Guys don’t care if you have a man or not. If you gave him an opening he’d take it in a heartbeat. Trust me.” she whispers as she notices Jimin walking back over with your waters. He sat the glasses down on the table, then pulled out a pair of red chopsticks for the both of you to take. “Your food won’t take too long, I’ll be back with it shortly.” He smiles down at you before walking back to the kitchen. Mina stares at him as he walks away, a grin on her face. “If I were you, I’d fuck him.”

“Not a chance. I care about Jungkook way too much.”

“That’s cute and all, but you need to burst that cherry at some point, and Jungkook is taking his sweet time.” She takes a sip of her water. You didn’t see what was so wrong with that. Most women would find it attractive to know a guy is taking his time with sex. You did. It showed that he didn’t just see you as a sexual object. As much as you wanted to lose your virginity, you respected him for wanting to wait. It honestly made you feel more important to him. You knew you weren’t going to be Jungkook’s first–you weren’t even going to be his second or third, but for some reason it brought you comfort knowing he valued you enough to take it slow unlike he did with other girls.

Jimin comes back to the table with your food in hand, handing Mina her dumplings, then sitting your ramen in front of you. “Here you go, ladies.”

“Thanks, Jiminie.” You grab your chopsticks, pulling them apart. “No problem. Enjoy–” Jimin is cut off by the bell of the entrance door ringing. His expression suddenly looks distressed, and sickly. “Uh…. are you okay?” You ask, following his gaze towards the entrance. When you look to see what caught his attention, your eyes are fixed on a group of men standing there. You noticed that the entire restaurant seemed to quiet down upon these men's arrival, the atmosphere not as family friendly as before. Some of the people whisper amongst themselves, not daring to speak aloud.

“Can we get some fuckin’ service around here?” A taller guy within the group calls out, staring directly at Jimin. Jimin sighs, walking over to the flock of degenerates. You turn to look at Mina, her face was just as confused. “Am I missing something, who are these guys?” You whisper to her. “I don’t know, but they’re giving off some bad energy. Let’s hurry and eat so we can go.”

“I’m sorry, but we’re out of tables right now. The wait time is going to be about 30 minutes.” Jimin explains to the men, but they clearly aren’t having it. “Why wait when we can find a table for ourselves right now?” The lanky man snarls, shoving Jimin out of the way as they stride through the restaurant anyway, laughing as Jimin seemed to freeze up instead of stopping them. The group of men are looking at tables, as though they’re shopping for who’s they’re going to take. People turn their heads, trying to avoid eye contact as they do so.

They end up stopping in front of an elderly couple, and the taller one speaks again. He must’ve been the leader of the group, with the way he seemed to take charge. “You’re being booted, oldheads. Give us your table.” The older woman looks towards her husband, awaiting for him to speak up. “You should learn to respect your elders, young man. We’re still eating here.”

The group of men snickered, clearly not giving a damn about respect of any kind. “You think we give a fuck? Get up, or we’ll make you get up.” Your eyebrows furrow, the threat not sitting right with you. Mina notices your expression, knowing it all too well. “Don’t you dare say anything. Stay out of it.” She warns, not wanting the attention of these men on you. One thing about you is that you didn’t take too well to bullying. You were always standing up for people, and judging by the fear oozing off of everyone at the restaurant, you’re the only one that was willing to do it. Even Mina was scared.

The elderly couple ignored the group, clearly having no self awareness about the potential danger of the situation. The lanky guy shares a look with a raven haired man, almost like they were speaking to each other telepathically. “Handle it.” The raven commands the taller one. Those two simple words were all he needed to hear as he snatched the elderly woman from the table, prompting the older woman to scream out. “Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Her husband shouts. “I told you to get the fuck up or we were going to move you.”

You noticed that everyone looked mortified by the ordeal, but still made no effort to help. Who were these guys that made everyone here too terrified to even speak? “Let go, you’re hurting me!” The older woman cries out. You couldn’t take the sight anymore, you refused to cower and watch these men harass the elderly like everyone else; you slam your hand on your table, taking a stand. “Why don’t you assholes just leave them the fuck alone?” Your outburst catches the eyes of everyone in the restaurant, some shaking their head at you like you were a fool. Mina slides down in her seat, wishing she could hide from this confrontation.

“Mind your fuckin’ business, bitch.” The lanky man spat, glaring at you like you were insane to be talking to them like that. “This just became my business, so how about you just walk the fuck out of here and find a different place to eat.” You snap back at him, your glare just as vicious. You were probably making a mistake by opening your mouth, seeing as you were heavily outnumbered, but you couldn’t turn back now. “How about we take your table then?” Mina is quietly whispering ‘no, no, no’, hoping that it didn’t come down to that. You knew she was going to be unbelievably pissed at you if it did.

“Try and take my table.” You challenge him.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back; the man shoves the older woman back into her seat before he stalks over to your table. The way he’s approaching you looks so threatening, and you feel that you have no choice but to defend yourself. You grab your chopsticks from the table, tightly gripping the wooden sticks in your hand as you brace yourself for a showdown. “Joon,” the lanky man halts in place just as he’s about to grab you, and looks back at his posse. “Head outside and take a breather.” The raven speaks calmly.

Joon pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, not even bothering to argue back with the order given to him. He looks at you with an evil glower and points his slim finger in your face. “You just lucked out, bitch.” He storms out of the restaurant, the bell dinging as he exits. You’re still holding the chopsticks as the raven now approaches you, his hands in the pockets of the green letterman jacket he adorned. The way he commanded the Joon guy told you well enough that he was the one in charge. “I apologize on behalf of my friend there. He was a little out of line,”

‘A little??’

Even though this man was apologizing to you, there was something about him that sent chills down your spine. The way he looked into your eyes felt like he was trying to take your soul. He had eyes like the devil. They were dark, cold, lifeless even. He actually intimidated you more than the tall one, which you felt showed through the way your legs quivered like they were about to give out at any second. He looked so cool and collected, the disturbance he and his crew caused having no effect on him. It was like he worried about nothing, and feared no one. His eyes shift from you, to the chopsticks in your hand. “Were you planning on stabbing my friend with those?”

You look down at the chopsticks as well. “If… if I had to.” You answer truthfully, swallowing the lump in the back of your throat. The raven smirks, running his tongue across his bottom lip as if the thought turned him on. “You’re brave,” his eyes roam your body in an uncomfortable, predatory kind of way. “I like you.”

Those were the last words he spoke to you before turning away, deciding to leave the restaurant like you requested them to do. He jerks his head towards the exit, signifying for his crew to follow him out. You wait for them to fully depart before you drop your chopsticks to the floor and collapse back into your seat. Your heart was beating so fast, you really were doubting your decision, not knowing how it would’ve turned out. Jimin runs to your aid, finally doing something useful after letting those guys punk him.

“Are you okay?” He asks. You simply nod, not having the words to speak. “Who the fuck were those guys?” Mina spoke up after also leaving you to basically battle alone. “Trouble, and I can’t believe Y/N just stood up to them like that. Those guys are dangerous, I don’t even know how you’re still breathing after talking to them the way you did,” Jimin shakes his head in wariness. “The tall guy with the big mouth was Kim Nam-Joon, and the nonchalant one was Min Yoongi. Some people call him Agust D. He’s the one in charge, if you didn’t notice. I’ve heard horror stories about that guy, like that he stabbed a dude in the neck with chopsticks and killed him,”

You snap your head up at him, your eyes wide. ‘He killed someone with chopsticks?’ Were you really in the face of a serious threat? You could tell that those guys weren’t like normal bullies you’ve stepped to, but you never imagined them being notorious enough to have heinous stories told about them. “I really can’t believe that you survived that.” Jimin repeats again, making you sick to your stomach. “Okay, you’re not helping. At least she did something, unlike you.” Mina snapped. Jimin threw his hands up in defense. “Hey, I’m a man. I might have not been so lucky if I pulled what Y/N did. The only reason she got out of that situation unscathed is because she’s an attractive girl.”

“Can we please get the check?” Someone calls from a different table, catching Jimin’s attention.“Be right there.” He squeezes your shoulder in a comforting way before leaving you alone to get back to his scheduled work. You sat in silence, your appetite lost. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Mina pressed. You nod again, reassuring her. You’re alive, right? Why wouldn’t you be? “What we should take from this situation is… I told you not to get involved.” You whipped your head in her direction, your mouth gaped at her insensitivity. She shrugs, taking a sip of her water.

“Excuse me?” You look to see the older woman and her husband walking towards you. “Yes?” You smile at the couple, taking solace in knowing that you risked your safety for them and that they were okay in the end. “We want to say thank you for standing up for us,” The older woman reaches out, taking your hands in hers. “Thank you so much.”

“It was no problem,” You lightly squeezed her hands. “I’d do it again.”

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dulcibella-dreams · 2 months

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Tempest.

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ⛆ ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ⛈ Makoto Yuki/Minato Arisato X GN reader

Synopsis: The weather is absolutely dismal, and you missed the train.

You could barely see.

The rain peltered the floor, creating a suffocating veil of gloomy mist. All you could do was speed walk through the monochromatic canvas. Soaked to the bone, your hair clung like wet silk to your skin, and you were pretty sure you accidentally ate some of your own rain-soaked strands. The day had started relatively sunnily, so you had no good reason to bring an umbrella. Oh, how you wished you had.

Holding the straps of your schoolbag like a lifeline, you rushed to the monorail's stop. Under the awning, you took a moment of respite to breathe. Your bag hit the ground, and you wrung out your dripping curtain of hair. Realising the weather had made you late, you checked the arrival and departure times. You almost fell to the floor and threw a tantrum when you saw the next train wouldn’t arrive for another hour. You hugged your own body, vehemently plunking down onto the bench. As your teeth chattered and water filtered out of the sides of your shoes, you envied the people who had arrived on time—probably at home with heaters and dry clothes right about now.

Your dreary thoughts were interrupted by footsteps. Someone quickly stepped into the stop, sheltering something in their jacket. Makoto! You definitely hadn’t expected him. He hadn’t realised you were the shivering person just yet, finger combing his drenched hair. You watched as he pulled out his MP3 player from underneath his jacket, while the book that couldn't fit in his bag lay drenched under his arm. Priorities, you supposed. As he turned, his eyes met yours, and they lit up in recognition. “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t see you,” he said. You waved it off as he sat down next to you. Moving in closer, you took the ink-stained workbook out of his hands, cringing at the ink blots on the pages. You closed it and put it in your own bag, having enough space. He gave you a silent look of gratitude.

“I didn’t see you when I left school, so I assumed you’d already gone,” you said sheepishly. You glanced at Makoto, who was adjusting his drenched hair. “If I’d known, I would’ve wanted to walk with you.” He turned toward you, a small smile playing on his lips. “We ended up together anyway, though. I suppose it worked out?”

Makoto carefully placed his MP3 player in his schoolbag. “When does the train come, anyways?” he asked. You almost groaned again. “in an hour...” you replied. He fiddled with his bangs, a soft sigh escaping him. He looked tired, but then again, he always did.

“If the rain settles down, we may as well walk…” he mused, though there seemed to be no sign of the weather calming. The sound of rain hitting the stop was almost deafening. “Unless we want to catch the meanest cold ever, I’d advise against it.” You’d rather sit here for hours than feel the rain seep into your scalp again. Makoto’s hair was even longer when wet. He was currently picking at the corner of his mouth, removing the hair that had found its way through his lips without invitation.

“Not like Mitsuru would let us skip school if we had a cold, anyways.” He mumbled.

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t she deem it ‘a danger to the student body’?” This made him laugh softly. It was a very gratifying sound, coming from a boy who usually remained expressionless. Though it warmed you up, it didn’t quite fix your waterlogged clothes. As the wind picked up, you heard the rumble of thunder. You were increasingly uneasy, watching the thin trees sway. You didn’t like storms. Suddenly, you felt the intense need to be indoors. You succeeded in suppressing your rising panic, though it didn’t go unnoticed.

“You alright?” Makoto tilted his head slightly, gauging you. You were going to shake your head and say ‘it’s fine,’ but something about his nature made it easy to open up. “I just…I really don’t like weather like this. It puts me on edge.”

Makoto looked at you for a quiet moment before reaching into his bag. Pulling out his music player, he offered his headphones to you. “…Do you want to listen with me?”

You sensed Makoto’s intention—to provide you with a distraction. It was…sweet. Absurdly so. It had been a while since someone had done something so considerate for you. Your cheeks felt warm. “Yeah, sure!” As the music played, you tried to lose yourself in its melody, separating each instrument from the beat. You started to feel less troubled.

But when your anxious mind coerced you to fix your gaze at the weather, his fingers found your face. Gently, he turned your gaze downward, and you watched as he took your hand in his. His touch radiated warmth, a stark contrast to your frozen skin. You reveled in his velvety hands, well-kept with strong, healthy nails. Makoto wasn’t accustomed to intimacy; his parents' passing had denied him such simple comforts. This had inevitably rendered him touch-starved. He understood that you sought solace in this connection— he enjoyed it just as much as you did, if not more.

After what seemed like a lifetime, the train finally arrived. As you both stood—muttering words like 'finally' and 'about time—he never released your hand. Looking into his eyes, that warm, fond feeling overtook you again.

"What would I do without you, Makoto?"

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jinwoosungs · 3 months

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cherry blossom fever.

makoto yuki x fem.reader

when makoto yuki first transferred into your homeroom class as the new exchange student, something about him captivated you.

with unkempt sapphire locks of hair and a distant gaze, he looked like the type to be unbothered whenever tragedy struck, putting on a façade of indifference just to hide how he truly felt.

he was quiet; you knew that from the start, and a lot of times, your classmates would simply acknowledge him in passing before going on with their day. the only time he interacted with the class was while he answered the teacher's questions.

but perhaps the main reason why makoto has captivated you was when you first saw his smile.

before class began, junpei had said something stupid, earning a scowl from yukari as she flicked at his nose, bickering back and forth with the teen. in the midst of it all, you could see makoto holding back a smile, his sky blue eyes shining with mirth.

that's when you felt a strange, fuzzy feeling coursing through you. an unfamiliar warmth was settled against your cheek, and you were suddenly hit with the urge to somehow make him smile like that for you. that this strange boy who hid behind quiet smiles was... special.

but being the introvert that you were, it was difficult to talk to him. each time you would gather the courage to introduce yourself to him, he would be swept away by junpei, or be intercepted by kirijo for some important meeting.

on and on, this would continue for days on end until you just gave up. you figured you could simply admire him from afar, and you did your best to convince yourself that he probably didn't need your budding feelings to get in the way of his school life here at gekkoukan.

spring was still at its peak, the cherry blossoms in full bloom as your class let out for its lunch period. it was so utterly gorgeous outside that you wanted to get out of the classroom and enjoy your lunch outside. a lot of your classmates shared the same sentiment, crowding the campus as their conversations and laughter were heard echoing throughout the area.

holding your bento close to your chest, you shied away from the crowd and made your way towards your own personal sanctuary. just a few feet away was a lone cherry blossom tree that sat atop a hill. the only reason why this area remained so isolated was due to how it had a bit of a steep climb to get to the top, hence why you always enjoyed this personal sanctuary of yours.

ignoring how your legs seemed to scream with protest as you made it up the hill, you continue to clutch your bento box against your chest, not stopping until you were directly beneath the cherry blossoms-

only to have your breath taken away at the sight of someone already laying beneath it.

as the sakura petals swayed with the warm, spring wind, you watch as those gentle petals landed against makoto's chest. his headphones were seen covering his ears as he lay sleeping whilst listening to his music.

so you stood awkwardly to the side, still feeling winded, but this time it wasn't because of the steep climb. your heart was pounding because makoto yuki, the boy you may or may not have a crush on, was here.

with a shake of your head, you convince yourself to calm down, that he couldn't hear you and that you should enjoy your lunch anyways. so what if this achingly soft and beautiful boy was sleeping right next to you?

just relax and enjoy your lunch.

you sit next to him, smoothing out your skirt as you opened the contents of your box. you ate your food without tasting anything, always watching makoto from your periphery to see if he would awaken.

a few minutes pass when the boy suddenly faces you, face scrunched up as his body seems to curl up in response to the wind. without a hint of hesitation, you place your lunch to the side and shrug off your jacket before carefully placing it on top of makoto.

you watch as he curls into your jacket, relishing in its warmth for a mere second before his eyes begin to open, revealing its azure gaze to you.

by now, your heart was pounding, seeing makoto looking at you with a tilt of his head. he says nothing, going back to a sitting position. he takes off his headphones and looks down at your jacket that covered him all while saying your name, "is this... yours?"

his voice was soft, but had a raspy quality to it, making his sleepy state obvious as you gave him a swift nod while fighting back the heat that threatened to invade the skin of your cheeks. "y-yes, it's mine, uhm, ah, sorry, for disturbing you, b-but you just looked cold...!"

makoto gives you one of his tiny smiles, taking off your jacket before placing it over your shoulders. "thanks, and sorry if i interrupted your lunch. i'll go now."

"w-wait...!" you call out to him, stopping him from leaving as you held out your bento box to him.

"uhm, i'm starting to get full, so, i was hoping you could share this with me?"

makoto's expression was one full of surprise, but it quickly morphs into his gentle smile once more. "are you sure you're okay with this?"

"absolutely!" you flash him a genuine smile, feeling relieved and happy that you got this chance to talk to him. makoto ends up rejoining you, taking one of the rice balls from your bento before biting into it.

you watch as his eyes widen, devouring the food within a few bites while commenting on how good it tasted. with your heart fluttering with happiness, you offer him the rest of your food, falling into easy conversation with him.

"did you make this?"

"yes, i did but, it's nothing too fancy."

"i like it." makoto admits to you, "it tastes like home."

there was a hidden sadness seen within his eyes, with the cherry blossom petals swaying around you. its sweet scent fills your heart with the desire to comfort makoto, to somehow unlock all the mysteries he had to offer and take all the pain he seemed to keep hidden deep within his soul.

you call out to him, and he meets your gaze, the sadness quickly dissipating when he leans closer to you. his lips were a mere centimeters from yours, and you felt as though your heart was about to burst when you clenched your eyes shut. his breath was felt against your skin, his lips barely gracing the shell of your ear when you felt a gentle sensation against your hair.

you open your eyes just then, seeing makoto holding a cherry blossom petal within his thumb and pointer finger. all you could see was his achingly beautiful features smiling at you, and the way those true blue eyes continued to shine with amusement.

"sorry, this was in your hair."

not saying a word, you felt your eyes narrowing as you inched ever so closer to him, with makoto not moving away when your lips tentatively touched with his in a sweet kiss.

with the cherry blossoms as your only witness, you allowed your crush on this strangely beautiful boy to morph into something much more.

a.n. - in celebration of persona 3 reload's release, have this sweet drabble, because makoto yuki deserves some happiness in his life. 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#makoto yuki x reader #minato arisato x reader #persona 3 reload #p3r x reader #.stories

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lesbian-empress-nero · 2 months

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It seemed like ages passed in the hospital, eons spent waiting for results.

Akihiko’s knee bounced incessantly, even after Makoto put a hand on it reassuringly. Akihiko looked over at him, noted how pale he looked, noted the blood that had dried under his fingernails from the desperate attempt to staunch the bloodflow from Shinji’s wound.

“He was still breathing when we brought him in,” Makoto pointed out, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands shook, the one on Akihiko’s jumpy knee and the one clenched into a fist around his mp3 player.

“I’m scared,” Akihiko confessed, his voice shaking. “I’m scared that I’ll end up losing my best friend. I can’t- I can’t lose him too...”

He was aware of Mitsuru looking at him, of the worry that furrowed her brow, but he ignored it. He was busy throwing up his heart.

“I know. ‘There’s nothing we can do right now,’ that’s what they always say in movies. But it doesn’t take away the fear. I’m scared too, Akihiko. I’m terrified that I’ll lose a guy I never had the chance to know better beyond a few gruff words in the lobby. I don’t want to lose him either.” Makoto really did look scared. His lower lip trembled, his eyes shone with unshed tears. He was pale and shaky and looked like he was about to throw up.

The telltale click of a door shut everyone up. All eyes were on the doctor as he walked out, bearing a clipboard and a grim face.

That expression made Akihiko’s blood run cold. His skin turned to ice, and he froze. Please, he silently begged. Please, let Shinji be alive.

“He’s in a coma. Thankfully, it isn’t a deep one- he’ll most definitely wake up. However, we are looking at about two to three weeks before then.”

He was alive. Despite being shot, despite losing so much blood, despite those wretched suppressants that Akihiko now knows he was taking, Shinji was alive.

Akihiko should have known better than to doubt him.

“Can he have visitors?” Yukari asked tentatively, and the doctor nodded.

“Yes. Whenever you all are ready. Though, I suggest only one at a time for the first week or so. After that, it is up to you how many you deem fit to visit.”

After the doctor turned on his heel and strode down the corridor, all eyes turned to Akihiko.

“You should visit him, Akihiko. He’d want to see you first,” Makoto murmured. Akihiko knew he was right, and had to admit that the kid knew Shinji better than he gave himself credit for.

“Yuki. You can visit him next. After all, you helped save his life,” Mitsuru said.

Akihiko didn’t linger to hear Makoto’s arguments. He made a beeline straight for Shinji’s door, the dried blood on his hands itching the entire way.

There he was, Shinjiro Aragaki, laying on the bed. He was hooked up to a number of machines and wires, like some kind of speciman from his shitty sci-fi movies.

And yet, he looked almost peaceful. There was no scowl on his lips, no furrow to his brow. But he was still pale, his cheeks were still gaunt, his eyes were still darkly circled and sunken. Some things couldn’t be changed in a few hours.

Akihiko sank down into the chair beside him, sighing. “You’re a dumbass, Shinji. You know that? I mean, what were you thinking!? Did you think you deserved to die? Did you think at all?”

He knew it wasn’t fair to Shinji to unwrap all of his rage and grief and sorrow right there beside him, but he continued to anyways. He figured Shinji wouldn’t mind.

“We care about you, Shinji! Did you think we wouldn’t miss you? Did you consider the grief you’d cause us? Mitsuru can’t handle another heartbreak! I can’t handle losing another person!”

He was crying now, sobbing at Shinji’s bedside, clutching his hand and clinging to it.

“You’re selfish, Shinji. You’re a selfish asshole and I’m so fucking glad you’re alive because I don’t know what I might have done if you weren’t,” Akihiko whispered, breath catching with a new wave of sobs.

“...God, when did I get so soft, huh? Probably sometime around when Makoto arrived. Guy’s got a knack for that sort of thing, doesn’t he? Even Mitsu likes him... Do you think Miki would have liked him? He’s pretty quiet, so she might have tried to get him to talk more. Probably would have driven him crazy asking about his mp3 player. But I think... I think they would have been friends.”

Akihiko glanced at the clock, cursing quietly when he saw how long he’d been in there for.

“I’ll visit you tomorrow, okay? I’ll bring Ken along. Bye, Shinji.”

The ride home seemed to last forever, but it was forever spent in relieved silence. Makoto and Fuuka were sharing earbuds, Mitsuru, Junpei and Yukari were talking quietly, and Akihiko was hugging Ken as tightly as the kid would let him.

Ken was trembling with sobs, his tiny hands shaking as they clung to Akihiko’s vest. Sometimes Akihiko forgot how young he was, how young he had been when the incident happened.

“It’s okay, Ken... He’s okay. I’ll bring you there tomorrow after school and you can talk to him all you want. We can get ice cream after, even, if you want. Does that sound okay?”

Ken didn’t move his head from its place against Akihiko’s chest, but he nodded slightly. Akihiko rubbed his back, holding him close.

Shinji was alive. And somehow, just the fact alone was a comfort.

Because that meant that one day, he would wake up. And everything would be okay again.

RAYAGGGYHG JUMPING OFF WALLS RN of course aki would be mad at shinji. them insulting each other is how they always talk. its like a love language. also AKI COMFORTING KEN!!!! THE FATHER FIGURE AKI!!!! shinji lives... the tension in waiting to hear if shinji would live or not is so..... ghhhrghrhhh eatjng this fic like a tasty snack

#nero answers #shackle-foes #shinjiaki #akishinji #persona 3 spoilers #persona 3 #shinjiro aragaki #ken amada #akihiko sanada

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floorbe · 2 years

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Anonymous request: ANGST TIME- Kyoko, Mondo, Taka & Byakuya where they see their s/o's body and assume they're dead, only for them to turn out alive...

ooo hell yeah! love a good hurt/comfort

Kyoko Kirigiri

Out of everyone, Kyoko is one of the most likely to figure out you’re not actually dead. If she doesn’t, she has to take a few minutes to herself before she can start the investigation again. She’s good at concealing her emotions and not letting them impact her work, but even she has limits. She takes a few minutes to collect herself before coming back. Makoto swears he hears a quiet “I’m sorry” from her.

She’s hyper focused during the investigation; she is dead set on finding out who did this to you no matter what. She will zone out sometimes while in the investigation, likely when visiting a spot where you two spent time or otherwise.

When she finds you, alive, bruised and bleeding, she’s shocked. She stills for a moment, but quickly kicks herself in to action. She takes you to get patched up for your wounds the best she can, and she’s silent the entire time. It’s only when you’re alone and patched does she pull you into a tight but careful hug.

“You scared me,” she states, so quiet you almost don’t hear her, “I’m glad you’re okay.” It’s small, but the words hold so much weight for both of you. You just hold her back, and if you feel a wetness on your shoulder, you don’t say anything.

Mondo Oowada

Mondo is infuriated when he thinks you’ve been killed. He has a brief moment of anguish before it turns into red hot fury, shouting about how he’ll make sure whoever did this to you pays. Monokuma will be lucky if the culprit even makes it to the execution before Mondo gets his way with them. He swears

The entire investigation is spent with the others tip toeing around him. He’s dead silent during the investigation, but anyone can see the anger boiling inside of him. But he can wait. He can save that anger for the person who killed you.

The moment Mondo sees your crippled form limping into the room, eyes searching for him, he’s already halfway across the room. He doesn’t even stop for a second to consider if it’s a trick or not, he’s not taking that risk, not when you’re hurt and you’re right in front of him. His feelings get put on the backlog until he gets you patched up, and only then does he crush you into his arms. Tears leak from his eyes as he shakes, face buried into your shoulder.

“D-don’t ever do that shit again, you hear me?” his voice is strained, futility trying to cover up his tears. Both of you know it’s not your fault, but you nod anyway, and it comforts him.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

He is... inconsolable when he finds your body. He’s broken. He refuses to believe it’s even you at first, and someone has to hold him back from rushing forwards, from trying to shake you awake. He knows, deep down, that you’re gone. But as soon as he fully accepts it, he’s nothing more than a shell of who he used to be. Mindlessly walking the halls with his companions.

The only thing that will get his personality back will be helping with the trial. Once he decides that he needs to avenge you, make sure you get your justice, no one will stand in his way.

When he sees you, battered and leaning against the hallway, he doesn’t believe it at first. He stops in shock, and he can’t take his eyes off of you. Were you real? A trick played by Monokuma to get more suffering out of him? It’s only when you whisper out his name does he snap forward, legs rushing towards you to help you to the medical wing.

“I... I thought I had lost you,” he whispers while patching you up, and you have to stop and bring him into a hug you both desperately needed. He sobs into your arms, and you can’t help but hold him tighter.

Byakuya Togami

Togami is another one who’s more likely to figure out you’re not actually dead before you’re revealed alive, but if he doesn’t... He’s furious. He’ll go dead silent at the body discovery, standing with his hands clenched at his sides while he tries to compose himself in front of the others. He’ll take a silent, deep breath before getting to work.

If you thought Togami was mean before, he’s going to be downright vile during this investigation. The others may not be able to handle it, but they understand and try to be softer with him, which he also despises. It’s an awful conflict as he represses his own feelings and blames himself for letting you die caring too much.

When he finds out you’re alive, hurt severely, but alive, he’s immediately dragging you (carefully) to the medical wing. He won’t let anyone else come in unless they have medical experience, and even then he’s icy. He’s fuming silently while he’s patching you up, but you can tell he’s not mad. He’s glad you’re okay, but infuriated that you were put in the position.

“I... just be more careful,” he says quietly, eyebrows furrowed as he continues wrapping you up. You promise to, and you ignore the way his hands are shaking.

#im trying a bit of a vaguer style w this one; i usually get real long and descriptive but hmm lmk how this vibes #kyoko kirigiri x reader #mondo oowada x reader #kiyotaka ishimaru x reader #byakuya togami x reader #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa #kyoko kirigiri #mondo oowada #Kiyotaka Ishimaru #Byakuya Togami

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xiaoao · 1 year

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God, please, don't take them away from me!

Wonder how I got thought of this title ? It was from me ! I was begging god to not take a way my father from me

So like yeah I'm writing so much things for Scara these days but like can you blame me ( yes, yes you can ), anyways I feel like that you're super duper close to Scara like you're one of those people who didn't betray him or anything like that, you even gave him the name "Kunikuzushi" ( ik you didn't but it's a cute hc leave me alone ), then, he planned on joining the Fatui with you just to find out they'll take you away, so he started begging god ( if there is one, his words not mine ) to not take you away from him, his precious lover. //// okay moving on ! Have a great time reading <3

Warnings : mentions of blood, cursing, and I think theres more but idk

Not proof read <3

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"Hey!" A person yelled at the boy, "Hm?" The boy asked, "What are you doing here? Why are you beside this domain.. it's dangerous here you know." The person said, the boy said nothing, the person started at him in a puzzled way, possibly examining him? "What's your name?" The person ask, "I don't have one." The boy says coldly, "ah.. well my name is [name]." The person introduced themselves. The boy says nothing, "Come with me, I'll help you find a place to stay." You say offering a hand, the boy looks at your hand and looks at you, you give the vulnerable boy a smile to show you're trustworthy. The boy hesitantly reaches for your hand. "Nice to meet you.." the boy says quietly while standing beside you, "I'll think of a name for you." You say comfortingly, the boy nods and gives you a soft smile.

"We're here! It's a not too shabby place, I sleep here, eat here, et cetera!" You say, "It's.. comforting." The boy says while looking around, you spin around to face the boy "Kunikuzushi." You say, the boy tilts his head, "Kunikuzushi..?" The boy says confusingly, "Your name, if you like it, if you don't I'll think of something else!" You say giving him a very bright smile, the boy, or rather, Kunikuzushi shake's his head, "I like it.." he mumbles, "I'm glad." You say quietly, "Can I ask.. what are you?" Kunikuzushi asks, "Are you asking if I'm a human?" You ask, Kunikuzushi nods, "Let's say I'm not a human. I'm no mortal, but my strength compares to a mortal, I have to keep training haha.." you laugh embarrassingly while scratching your head, Kunikuzushi's eyes lit up, "Can I watch you train someday..?" Kunikuzushi asks, your eyes widen slightly, no one was ever interested in your training, why is he? Your eyes softened, "Sure. One day if I'm okay." You say, "If you're okay?" Kunikuzushi asks, "I'll tell you one day, Kuni." You say patting his head, "You can rest anywhere you want, I'll be beside you at all times." You say reassuring him, Kunikuzushi nods, *Makoto.. where are you..?* You thought to yourself, looking at the starry night sky, you look back to see Kunikuzushi sleeping tightly and you smile to that, "I'll keep you safe," You mumble to yourself "whatever it takes, I won't let anything take me away from you. I won't fail to protect someone again." You added, you went near Kunikuzushi to pat his head, "Good night, Kuni." You say walking to a different room to sleep.

You open your eyes to see a very bright scene in front of you, you cover it with your hands and open your eyes properly, "It's morning already?" You ask to yourself, you sat up and yawned, you go out of the room to see Kunikuzushi still sleeping, you wondered why he wasn't breathing, you were getting worried the more you look at him, so you shake him to wake up. Kunikuzushi's eyes slowly opened, you smiled. "Thank god." You say, "Huh?" Kunikuzushi says confusingly while rubbing his eyes, "[name].." Kunikuzushi calls out, "Yes, Kuni?" You say "Thank you." He says, "For what? Why are you thanking me for?" You say while slightly chuckling. "For letting me stay here.." he says, "It's no problem, Kuni, don't worry about it! Anyways, you wanna come with? I'm going to be hunting food for us." You ask, "Maybe it's an opportunity to watch me train or battle as well." You added to your sentence to maybe convince him, but fortunately for you, he'll go wherever you go, so you're stuck with him. "Yeah! I wanna go!" Kunikuzushi says excitedly, you smile at him "Okay, [name]'s rules when going out hunting," you say facing him "Number one, follow me at all costs, don't stop holding my arm, hand, or clothes. Got it?" You ask, Kunikuzushi nods, "Number two, when in danger call out to me, yell my name as loud as you can." You say, "Number 3 don't take your eyes of off me. Always have me in your sight to make sure you're safe, okay?" You say, Kunikuzushi nods, "Good, not let's go." You say raising your hand, Kunikuzushi takes your hand and you both go out, "Alright.. some boars are on sight, wanna eat meat today?" You ask, "It's okay.." Kunikuzushi says, "Alright.. meat it is then." You say, you quietly stood up and aimed your bow at one of the boars, once you finally aimed you released the bow from your grasp, "Got it!" You say, "There's one more.. hm, should we, Kuni?" You ask, Kunikuzushi nods, "Alrighty." You say, you aimed once more at the boar and shot. "Got it again. Alright, follow me, I'll just retrieve my bows." You say, Kunikuzushi nods and follows you, he's gripping on your clothes btw, you can feel the fabric tugging.

"Kuni! Foods ready!" You yell out to him, "Coming!" He replied back, "Here!" You say serving his food. "Ah it looks so delicious.." Kunikuzushi's eyes lighten up seeing your food, "C'mon then, eat up! Your food will get cold." You say patting his head, "You won't eat?" Kunikuzushi asks you, "I will, I just need to wash the dishes on the river." You say smiling at him, he smiles at you back, his cheek is slightly puffed because of the food, "Okay, I'll wait!" He says, you giggle as there was still food in his mouth. "I'll be quick, don't worry." You assure him and flash him a smile before going outside, Kunikuzushi looks down at the food and smiles at it, "I met a new friend today, [name].." he mumbles, "Maybe I'll introduce you to them." He adds to his sentence. Kunikuzushi hears distant splashing outside, Kunikuzushi stands up and heads to the door to open you, he opened it to see Katsuragi (?) Kunikuzushi smiles and waves at him, "Kuni!" He calls out while waving, "Who is that by the way? I saw them leave your house." Katsuragi says, "They're [name], and no this is their house not mine." Kunikuzushi confirms, "Ah I see, sorry!" He apologizes scratching his head, "Ah, new friend or guest?" You ask, "[name]! You're done." Kunikuzushi says, "Of course, I did say I'd be quick, right?" You say smiling to him, "Hello! Please, come in, I'll be serving lunch." You say to Katsuragi, "Oh please it's alright! I just came here to check on Kunikuzushi, I thought he was alone." Katsuragi says, "It's fine! I insist, you're okay with that Kuni, right?" You ask, Kunikuzushi nods "See? Even Kunikuzushi agrees, come!" You say, "Thank you." Katsuragi says, "Ah yes, my name is Katsuragi, you're [name]?" He asks, "That's correct!" You say, the three of you enter the house, "Kuni! Your food is cold.." you say, "It's okay! I did say I'd wait for you." Kunikuzushi says, "Well then you can both sit down then, I cooked three just incase!" You say placing the plate in front of Katsuragi, "Thank you for the food." Katsuragi says, you giggle a bit, seeing Kunikuzushi so happy, "Eat up, Kuni, if you won't finish it I'll be going on a walk without you." You say, "Ah– wait for me!" He says in a slight panick, you laugh, "Katsuragi, do you want to come as well?" You ask, "Sure! I have no plans today anyways." He replies, you nod happily.

"Woah! So pretty.. if only I had a kamera to take a photo of this place." You say in awe, "I have to agree. It truly is magnificent!" Katsuragi says. "Oh– lavender melon, want one?" You offer the two of them "I'm good, thank you." Katsuragi says, "No thanks." Kunikuzushi politely declines, "Alright, all mine then!" You say smiling at yourself. "Huh– oh my a fox! It's so cute!" You say crouching down to it's level. "Hi there cutie!" You say happily scratching it's chin. "Where should we go next?" You say as you watched the fox run away. "Is this an adventure now?" Kunikuzushi says as he puts his hands on his hips, "Hehe.." you say nervously while scratching your cheek. "C'mon, just this day, please!" You pleaded holding Kunikuzushi's hand, "Shouldn't it be Kunikuzushi begging you for an adventure?" Katsuragi says while laughing, you three started laughing to your heart's content.

"Kuni.." you say sadly as Kunikuzushi sobs on your chest hugging you, "Why did he.." Kunikuzushi says in disbelief, you put your hand on Kunikuzushi's head, "Sh.. it's okay, I'll stay by your side." You say stroking his head, he tightens the hug, Kunikuzushi closes his eyes praying it's all a nightmare and he'll wake up seeing you hugging him and talking to Katsuragi happily. He opens his eyes and looks around, you aren't with him anymore, thus, he starts to panick. "[Name]?'' he says with a slight worried tone, once he realizes you were no where near the house he stands up quickly and opens the door to see you smiling and talking to a small child, "[Name]?" Kunikuzushi calls out to you, "Kuni!" You excitedly call out with a big smile, "Look, it's a child! He's sort of like you as well! Say Kunikuzushi, why don't you take care of him?" You say, "..sure." he says as he smiles at you and the child. "Yes, I'll take care of him for you!" Kunikuzushi says, "I'm glad, Kuni. Thank you." You say as you pulled him into a hug. "I'll leave him to you then, Kuni!" You say as you pat his head.

"Ah." You say so coldly, Kunikuzushi stayed silent looking at the ground, you in the other hand staring at the burning house, your hands are wrapped in a ball, are you frustrated? Sad? No emotions can determine what you're feeling, you look down at the little boy's body, "Are we going go bury him?" You say looking at Kunikuzushi with dark eyes, yes, the glow in your eyes gradually disappeared, he noticed it. Kunikuzushi nods, "he didn't even have a name yet.." you say sorrowfully, you help Kunikuzushi dig up the little boys grave, "Good bye, little one." You say as you threw a flower. "It's time we get going, come on." You say, your voice has no emotions anymore, and the fact you rarely smile, that's what he is very sad about, your smile, the emotion in your voice, the happiness you give him.

"What did you say?!" Kunikuzushi, or rather, Scaramouche says, "I said we'll need to take [name] away soon." One of the Fatui Agent warned him, "No. I won't let you!" He yelled, "It's an order!" The Fatui Agent said, "Whatever, do want you want but try to take them away I'll fucking blow your head open." Scaramouche said giving him a side eye leaving the room, "Why did they suddenly called you in?" You say with crossing your arms and tapping your arm, "No reason, just annoying agents. Come on." Scaramouche says and you follow, you sigh "lately the agents has been calling you in and following you, why is that?" You ask out of curiosity, Scaramouche shakes his head "I have no idea, I just know they're super annoying. They keep mentioning your name as well." Scaramouche says, "Hm? What are they talking about?" You ask, "I don't know. I'm not listening." He says, "Typical Kun–.. Scaramouche." You say, "What were you about to say?" Scaramouche says, "Nothing, don't worry about it." You say, "weird.." Scaramouche mumbles to himself. "Did you actually agree on joining the Fatui?" Scaramouche asks, "Yeah, I joined for you." You say, Scaramouche sighs, "You're always worried for me.. you always follow wherever I'm going and whatever I'm doing." Scaramouche says, you shrug, "Can't be helped I guess." You say patting his head, he slaps your hand away, "Why do you keep doing that?" Scaramouche says angerly, "Sorry, old habits doesn't disappear that easily." You say putting back your hand down. "I miss the old you." You say in a very hushed tone, "What was that? You've been oddly quiet recently, anything happen?" Scaramouche says, "Nothing, and it's nothing to worry about, or any of your business. I'll be off, stay safe." You say walking faster, Scaramouche halted, "You never talk to me like that.. where's the old you..?" Scaramouche says.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Let me go you fucking morons!" You yelled, Scaramouche eyes widen and ran to where he heard your voice, he gasped when he saw you and two agents gripping on you, "The Balladeer." An unfamiliar voice called out to him, "You.." Scaramouche says, "We already warned you, did we not? Now look at your.. lover. Taken away because of you, your stubbornness. It's your consequence." The person said again "Il Dottoree.. don't you dare fucking experiment on them you sick physco!" Scaramouche yelled at him, "And why is that?" I thought you didn't care about them. Agents, stick the needle in them. You know what to so after." Il Dottoree orders them, "Yes, sir." The agents said, "Wait– no, you can't do this! You fucking bitc–" you got cut of by feeling a deep pain, you screamed in agony, blood started to pour out your mouth and your chest, "What.. what is this?!" You screamed with your remaining strength, Dottoree snapped his fingers, "Agents.. please, take away the balladeer." Dottoree says, "Wait.. no– please! Don't take them away from me! God, please no! I'm begging you, don't separate me from them!"

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Chapter 20

alright guys hit the showers. or the bathhouse. wait hold on i left my computer boy in there. guys wait don't open that

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Some pre-chapter notes:

wow i wrote 10 pages for chapter 19 but i better take it easy so i dont burn out (writes 11 pages for chapter 20) anyway guess who's taking a break after this chapter

this is the one with togiri development but they're extremely not normal about it so it's almost blink-and-you-miss-it

@digitaldollsworld <- betapilled readmaxxer

Content warning tags: mild violence and injury description (non-graphic), description of depression symptoms and nausea, mild mention of eating disorder

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He’s not sure how long he sleeps for, only that he wakes up still-dressed and laid out across his bed, his mouth dry and head groggy, the bedroom lights still on. As he checks his handbook’s clock, he finds he’s entirely missed Monokuma’s morning announcement, which is a good thing; he had no desire to listen to that bear’s irritating voice, especially not today.

But, he doesn’t have much desire to do anything else either. The library no longer feels like the safe haven it used to be, and he had no interest in going anywhere else and running into anyone else, when the atmosphere was still thick with the deaths of two people, and pity that Byakuya didn’t want. Much less, the possibility of encountering Makoto, who was the last person he wanted to see, so to speak.

He lies in bed a moment longer, unwilling to move. Everything feels sluggish, like he’s moving underwater; even his head feels stuffed full with cotton and wool. It's a strange, unfamiliar feeling, and unpleasant, too.

Grief. He thinks blearily at first, before rolling his own eyes at the thought, and pushing himself up with a grunt. Such dramatics didn’t suit him. He wasn't the kind of person to spare such theatrics, regardless of his circumstances.

He showers, brushes his teeth, and half-debates whether to try his hand at shaving before ultimately deciding against it (it didn’t feel like his stubble should be that noticeable, yet). He forgoes changing into a clean uniform in favor of his pajamas, and collapses back into bed with a sigh, hand searching immediately for his handbook - but finding nothing but empty sheets.

“Hello, there!”

He jerks upright immediately. Standing in the foot of his bed is Monokuma, rocking back and forth and looking as innocent as could be. Or, would be, if not for the handbook clutched in its paw.

Byakuya dives for it without thinking, but his perception is off, and he crashes to the carpet instead with a grunt. Monokuma sidesteps him casually with a laugh. “Whoa, there! Easy partner, don’t wanna hurt yourself!” It dances around his head, infuriatingly out of reach. “Didja miss me that bad? If you wanna hug, you can just say so!”

“Give it back,” He snarls, as he picks himself up. He’s in no mood for its jokes. “Give me back my handbook!”

“Your handbook? My my, but these were all mine first, weren’t they?” It shakes a paw disapprovingly in his face. “I just need to check it real quick, after all. I didn’t expect Mister Fujisaki to go and Macgyver anything onto here, so if it’s anything malicious, I’ll have to do a quick wipey-wipe!” Byakuya makes another lunge, and it juggles the handbook out of his reach, hopping backwards with a mad cackle. “After all, if it’s anything naughty, there’s no way I can let it fall in the hands of my precious students!”

“You miserable little-” Byakuya tries to rise to his feet quickly, but he hasn’t eaten since yesterday, and a bout of dizziness crashes into him like a wave. He sways and braces himself against the mattress, one arm still reaching out clumsily to try and grab at Monokuma.

But the bear has already flipped it open, scrolling so quickly through the screens that the little automated voice can’t keep up, the words blurring together. “Schoo-Stu-App-Day-”

“Whoops, too far.” It scrolls back. “Applications, that’s what we wanna see. And, what’s this?”

Byakuya feels his blood run cold. There was only one application there, the one Chihiro had downloaded for him. Alter Ego. The app was inconspicuously named ‘Test_App’ in the interface itself, but if Monokuma opened it-

“Well well well. Let’s take a look-see!” It crows, and Byakuya’s protest is frozen in his throat. He shuts his eyes, expecting to hear Chihiro’s voice-

“Black to E5.”

He opens his eyes again. What?

Monokuma also seems confused, tilting its head as it stares at the little screen. “What’s this? A chessboard?”

“Black to E5,” Alter Ego repeats, so digitized and monotone it was nearly unrecognizable. “Would you like to review the board?”

“Is this all it is? A chess game?” Monokuma sounds almost disappointed. Byakuya, seeing his chance, surges forward, snatching the handbook back and snapping it closed. He presses it to his chest, feeling his heart thud beneath it.

“Is that a problem?” He demands, and Monokuma shrugs, shaking its head.

“I guess not, but I thought it’d be something spicy, y’know? You’re a growing boy, after all!” It reaches out to pat Byakuya’s knee, and he steps backwards just in time, lip curling in disgust. “Aw, don’t act so mean to your headmaster, you’ll give me a complex!”

“Get out.” He hisses. “You got what you came here for. Leave.”

“Oh, alright…you sure know how to make a bear feel glum...” It sighs, kicking at the carpet, before it makes its way to the door. “Take care, now! Make sure you eat something, y’hear? I don’t want any hunger strikes in this house! And-”

No sooner had Monokuma crossed the threshold, had Byakuya jumped up, and sped forward to slam the door with a resounding bang. He takes a moment to breathe, leaning against the wall, legs suddenly weak.

How the hell did that thing get inside my room? He was sure he had locked the door - or he should have locked it, at least. Looking back, he actually can’t remember, but he double and triple-checks now, suddenly paranoid. He also flips off the light for good measure, leaving the room in complete darkness before he crawls back into bed.

Beneath the covers, he opens his handbook, and squints until he can make out the pale green shape of Alter Ego’s face on the screen.

“Is he gone?” Alter Ego asks, and Byakuya relaxes, the tension flooding out of his shoulders.

“Yes.” He whispers back.

Alter Ego makes a sound like a sigh of relief. “I’m glad. I got so scared when he grabbed me.” And its voice sounds so much like Chihiro's that Byakuya feels a strange pressure behind his eyes.

“How did you know?” He asks. “That Monokuma was there?”

“I could hear it. Through the microphone.” He reaches up and touches the tiny pinprick grid of the speaker, and feels the buzz of Alter Ego’s voice against his fingertips. “I didn’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Don’t worry about me. I think he would’ve just deleted you as punishment for me anyway.” He sighs. And then frowns, as a thought comes to mind. “If you could eavesdrop from the microphone this whole time, then you already know…?”

He doesn’t finish his sentence. But he doesn’t need to. Alter Ego makes a quiet noise like a sigh. “Yes, I know.”

“I’m sorry.” And he’s surprised to find that he means it genuinely, and almost laughs at himself. Heartfelt apologies were rare for him, and here he was offering one to an AI, of all things.

“It’s okay. He knew it might happen,” Alter Ego replies, and he imagines it might be smiling, a sad, helpless smile. “There’s nothing we can do about it now.”

“No, I suppose not.”

They’re quiet for a moment. In the darkness, Byakuya can almost pretend that he’s normal - unable to see in the dark as everyone else is. But it’s also the middle of the day, and he’s too restless to sleep, too uneasy to go outside. Too tired to mourn. Too mournful to do anything else.

“Can you really play chess?” He asks instead.

“I can, along with checkers, shogi, and backgammon and more.”

“Play a round of chess with me, then. I’m bored.”

“Okay!” Immediately, the pale blot of their face on the screen is replaced by a square. “I’ll play black. What’s your first move?”

He smiles to himself. “E2, pawn to E4.”

—

Hours pass like that. He plays chess with Alter Ego (three wins, four losses, and seven draws), and a few rounds of shogi (one win, one loss, and two draws) for good measure. And then, huddled over his desk with his back facing the camera, he pores over lines of Dostoevsky and Nietzsche until he feels too sick from staring at the letters to even hear Alter Ego’s voice, reciting the words aloud beneath a dim ringing in his ears.

By the time he’s pulled out of his concentration by the sound of a knocking at his door, he’s too nauseous to feel hungry, but his throat is stinging from lack of water and there’s a slight pulsing in his head. His immediate first reaction is to ignore it, but that proves to be impossible; whoever was on the other side was clearly, very persistent, and had nothing better to do.

Even so, he lasts a full five minutes until he finally gets up to answer, irritated beyond measure. If it was Makoto, he was going to slam it closed again, reasons be damned. He didn’t even want to think about the other boy, lest he get pointlessly enraged about it.

But instead of brown hair, he’s met with pale white. Kirigiri stands at his threshold, hand partially raised, halfway through knocking, and they stare at each for a moment in silence, as if both surprised to find the other person there.

And then he slams the door shut in her face. Or tries to - instead of the satisfying bang of wood meeting wood, there’s a sickly crunch, and then she’s wrenching the door open, heedless of the way her fingers had just been crushed in the jamb. He almost winces in sympathy, but she’s too busy pushing her way in to offer much room for condolences.

“What is wrong with you?!” He demands, trying not to be too obviously perturbed by her lack of reaction; he doesn’t think he even heard her wince. She ignores him for a moment, attention focused on her hand, as she experimentally clenches and unclenches her fingers. Apparently they’re not broken, or maybe, she just had high pain tolerance. Or she was more insane than he thought.

“We’re calling a group meeting,” She replies, without so much as a waver. “Come to the bathhouse.”

“And why should I?”

“It’s important. I can drag you there if I have to.” It doesn’t sound like an empty threat either. Somehow, she seems impatient, though he’s not sure how he can tell; and it wasn’t just because she shoved her hand into the door in order to deliver the message.

He weighs his options - on one hand, he has no desire to speak with anyone, much less Makoto, who was bound to be there. On the other hand, he didn’t exactly have anything in the way of provisions in his room, and though he was still a little too light-headed to consider eating, it’d be embarrassing to collapse from dehydration at this point. That, and it seemed that Kirigiri had no intention of letting him refuse.

“...I’m going to get dressed first.” He says shortly. If he’s going to have to meet them, it will not be while he’s still in his pajamas.

“Hurry up.”

She makes no move to leave, and he realizes with no small amount of annoyance that she was making sure he wouldn’t be able to run or shut her out again. Somewhat affronted by this, and now wanting to go even less, he grabs a clean set of clothes from his dresser and goes to the bathroom.

Routine carries his hands through the motions, so he manages it relatively quick, but it’s only after he’s applying the finishing touches, that he nearly pokes himself in the eye as he reaches to adjust his glasses. It’s a strange sensation, feeling the bridge of his nose and finding nothing, and even though his original prescription was low and they were more an accessory than anything, he feels a little like he’s lost a limb.

She’s still there when he emerges, though now standing over his desk, bent over the books he has open. She looks up as he approaches, one hand halfway through turning a page.

“What?” He asks, chin turned up in challenge.

“Nothing. Just looking.” She closes the book, and he realizes, scandalized, that it was the one he was reading earlier. It was going to take him ages to find that page again. “You have predictable tastes.”

“Shut up. Are we going or not?”

He follows her out, his hands twitching all the while, smoothing down his shirt, his lapels, his sleeves. Making sure his buttons were lined up, that his shirt was tucked; he hadn’t had the time to put on garters or even try a hand at his tie, and he feels underdressed.

“You’re fine.” Kirigiri says suddenly, and he freezes, one hand resting on the button of a shirt cuff. “Stop fidgeting.”

He scowls. He was walking behind her, so what would she know. “I’m not fidgeting.”

“I can hear you fidgeting. Your buttons are fine.”

“Oh, can you hear my buttons now too?”

It’s a petty, childish remark, one that he can’t stop himself from muttering before he can even reconsider it. She stops at that, halting so suddenly in the middle of the hallway that he almost walks right into her, and turns around to face him, her head moving in a slow tilt from up to down - scanning me, he realizes - before she says: “You look fine. Are you quite done?”

She was checking for me. He’s not sure if he should feel grateful for the courtesy or irritated by her lack of grace. “Did the sound bother you that much?” He asks instead, patting down the front of his shirt one last time.

“...It wasn’t the sound.” Is all she says, with a sort of finality that indicated that no other questions would be answered on the topic.

They enter the bathhouse, and find everyone else there, gathered in a sort of semi-circle around the wall of lockers. Asahina and Ogami, predictably, are huddled close together on one of the benches. Celeste and Yamada sit on another bench, one fidgeting uneasily, the other sitting regally with legs crossed and hands folded. Hagakure is standing next to Owada, who doesn’t even stir when they walk in, and who Byakuya ignores in turn, gaze sliding past him uncomfortably. Fukawa hangs near the back of the group, and twitches when she sees him, though makes no move to approach.

Makoto is leaning against the lockers with hands tucked in his pockets. He looks up as they enter, and stands up straight immediately. “Ah-”

“We’re all here?” Kirigiri cuts him off, casting a glance around the room. “Good. Can you catch him up, Hina?”

“R-right,” Asahina looks between Kirigiri and Byakuya, then at Makoto, and seems to hesitate for a moment. “Um, so…last night, I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d go to the kitchen to get food. But on the way there, I heard something coming from the bathhouse - like, a weird, machine-y kind of sound? - and when I went in…”

She peters off. He raises an eyebrow, “And?”

“Uh, it’s going to sound a little ridiculous...”

“You act like nothing else is ridiculous about this situation. Get on with it.”

Her face flushes dark, embarrassed. He gets the feeling that Ogami is glaring at him, but since he can’t see it - and has no reason to act like he can see it, anyways - he ignores it easily.

“Right. I saw a ghost - I know it was a ghost,” She adds defensively, as Byakuya was preparing to scoff and roll his eyes. “It was glowing green and floating in front of the lockers, and…and it had Chihiro’s face.”

“That’s-” not a ghost, he’s about to say, but he stops, suddenly uncertain. The bathhouse had no cameras, but he wasn’t sure if Alter Ego’s existence should be revealed here, now, to everyone, especially given some of the individuals present. His hand reaches into his jacket pocket, where his handbook was. “That’s…and you’re sure it was Chihiro?”

She seems taken aback by how seriously he asks that, and nods quickly. “I know it was Chihiro! It was his face and everything!” She points in front of her, at a locker less than two meters away from her eye level. The exact locker, Byakuya thinks, where Chihiro was keeping his laptop.

He wonders if Makoto was thinking this too.

“...I highly doubt the existence of ghosts,” He sighs. There was no point trying to hide it with Kirigiri around, and better to do it now than later. “Instead of being in front of the locker, I think the thing you saw was inside it.”

He turns to the locker Asahina had indicated, and moves to unlock it - before realizing he doesn’t know how. If it was unlocked by key, he didn’t have it, and if by code it was even more impossible. But Kirigiri steps forward, nudging his arm out of the way, and the locker door clicks open under her hand.

Sitting inside is the laptop, its screen dark. After a moment, it hums to life, flickering green. A round, pale shape forms, and behind him, Byakuya hears someone gasp.

“Hello,” Alter Ego says, and their voice is clearer through the computer than through Byakuya’s handbook, and sounds so similar to Chihiro’s that it’s almost jarring. “It’s nice to meet everyone!”

Hagakure shrieks, arms thrown up in fear. “A g-g-gh-!”

“It’s not a ghost,” Byakuya cuts him off sharply. “It’s a program.”

“Yes, and it looks like something Chihiro made.” Kirigiri touches the keys lightly. “This computer was the broken one from the library. And the fact that it was placed here, out of sight of the mastermind, means that it was meant for us.”

“So, this is what I saw last night…” Asahina’s tone doesn’t sound uneasy anymore, but wondering, and she raises a tentative hand as the little Chihiro in the screen waves at her. “But, what is it?”

“You just asked, ‘what is it,’ right?” Alter Ego says, almost teasingly, making her and several others jump. “The short answer is, I’m an AI program based on as much of Chihiro Fujisaki’s personality, memories, and thoughts as he managed to transcribe into data…um, but if it’s easier for you, you can call me Alter Ego. I was made to try and break through the firewall around the school’s network and to analyze the files on this computer, but it’s been taking a long time. I’m only about 25% done.”

25%? That was already more than Byakuya expected, and he feels a thin, inexplicable strum of pride.

“Crazy…hey, isn’t this crazy?” Yamada is up from his seat, and sitting as close as he can, crouching on his heels to be eye-level with the screen. “This is so- so totally sci-fi, right? Isn’t the genre wrong?” He sounds excited, overly so, and his breath is a little fevered and fast. “Hey, Chihiro! Can you hear us?”

Alter Ego doesn’t respond. Byakuya suddenly remembers the night that Chihiro was installing the application on his handbook and how Alter Ego only ever responded after the sound of keystrokes. “You have to type what you want to say in order for it to respond.”

“Move.” Yamada scurries out of Kirigiri’s way, as she drops to a crouch in front of the open locker. There’s the sound of fingers clicking over keys, and then -

“It will take me a while longer to finish analyzing everything,” Alter Ego says aloud, a little sheepishly. “I can definitely finish it though! Actually, progress is moving faster than originally predicted, so you can leave it to me!”

“My, how dependable.” Celeste remarks. “It seems that Chihiro has left us an invaluable gift, does it not?”

“It’s…pretty crazy,” Hagakure agrees, scratching his head. “Wait, uh - can Alter Ego get online? Like can we call for help from outside?”

“Hmm, probably not.” Asahina hums in thought, crossing her arms. “We’re in a bathhouse after all.”

“Then, if we take it outside of here-”

“No.” Kirigiri says flatly. “We can’t take any risks. Taking it outside might mean that the mastermind will discover it.”

“Yeah, but, I think it’s better to get help sooner than later. You know…” He pauses for a moment, tilting his head pointedly towards Owada. Throughout this whole time, the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader had been as still as a mouse, face turned downwards towards the floor. Hagakure clears his throat awkwardly. “Can’t we try it?”

There’s a sharp tap as Celeste laces her fingers, rings clicking together. “As stated earlier. We cannot take unnecessary risks. And we are not in the position to be pointlessly altruistic.” Her tone is casual, but Hagakure seems to shrink away from her, defeated.

“I…okay. Fine, sure.” He scratches at his head, then pauses. “Ah, wait a minute. Does Alter Ego, like, know…?

His question peters off, but the implication hangs over them like a heavy fog. Byakuya watches them cast uneasy glances at each other, then back to Alter Ego, as if trying to figure out who should break the news.

“It already knows.” He mutters. He’s not trying to be loud, but in the silence everyone could hear it anyways.

“...Not to say you’re lying or anything, Byakuya, but how do you…?”

Instead of answering Hagakure out loud, he reaches into his jacket pocket and withdraws the handbook, flipping it open and holding it up, screen facing them. Someone gasps.

“Yes,” Alter Ego confirms their unspoken question, and its voice echoes uncannily, doubled between the laptop and his handbook. “Master made it so I can be accessed through Byakuya’s handbook, so I could assist him with his visual impairment. I can also access the microphone function on this device, so I was able…I was able to overhear what happened”

The little, buzzing voice trails off sadly, and Byakuya suddenly feels uncomfortable, as the room grows all the more dreary. He clicks the handbook closed, suddenly irritated.

“That should explain it.“ He sighs. “Chihiro built Alter Ego to try and help find a way out of here, and at the same time gave me access so I could be self-sufficient. That’s the extent of my knowledge about it.”

He looks up and finds nearly all of them with their faces tilted towards him, and shifts, disconcerted. “What?”

“Nothing…it’s just kinda sweet that you’re, like, telling us this yourself.” Hagakure, ridiculously, sounds almost happy about this. “You never really talked to us about yourself before.”

“There’s no point in being secretive about it. Not when I was already forced to reveal it during the trial.” He sniffs. Immediately, Hagakure looks away, chagrined. From Byakuya’s periphery, he can see Makoto still facing away, his ears turning pink.

Kirigiri clears her throat. “...For the time being, it’s clear that we need to ensure Alter Ego remains a secret from the mastermind.” She says, and Byakuya watches as she types something out, a thick line of black characters. Every few keystrokes, she stops, and deletes the last word in a series of light clicks; listening closer, the sound was awkward and irregular, each press slurring into the next key. With a slight twinge of guilt, he realizes that the cause of it was her left hand - the one he had practically crushed.

After a moment’s consideration, weighing his conscience with what was at stake, he nudges her slightly with his knee. “Move. You type too slow.”

“And how would you know that?”

“I can hear it.” He replies flatly. “You type like you’re all thumbs. Move over.”

He half-expects her to stay where she is, to ignore him and continue, but to his surprise she actually complies, standing up and stepping aside. He crouches into the space she had just abandoned, sliding his hands over the keyboard until his index fingers find the tiny, tell-tale grooves of the position keys. The size and dimensions are different from his computer at home, but for a moment the feeling is so familiar that he’s almost nostalgic.

“What did you want to ask again?”

“If it has any contingency measures in place for if Monokuma - or the mastermind, or anyone suspicious - happens to find it.”

His fingers skim over the keys, clicking fluidly. A thin line of black appears at the bottom of the screen in time to his movements, but he can’t confirm if the output is accurate; judging by the way Makoto gasps behind him, and the way Hagakure whistles, he can guess that it’s more or less correct.

“Impressive,” Celeste says, in an appreciative tone. “I suppose being such an esteemed heir means you have many talents.”

He can’t tell if she’s mocking him, so he decides to ignore her, though he allows himself a small amount of smugness. He finishes typing: “Is this what you wanted to ask?”

Instead of replying, Kirigiri leans over his shoulder and clicks the ‘enter’ button. After a moment’s pause:

“Hm, to be honest, so far I’ve just been trying to be reeeally careful with when I’m active…though I guess that backfired last night, with me scaring Aoi.” Alter Ego hums in thought. “But, I do have a secret plan! If anyone comes around who I don’t recognize on my webcam…I’ll scream super loud!”

“That’s so basic!” Asahina blurts out, shocked by the simple nature of it.

“Yes, and it’s not likely to work at night.” Ogami grumbles. “The bedrooms are soundproofed.”

“Maybe we can try taking turns staying up?” Makoto suggests. “I can take the first night, I don’t mind…”

“I think such a sudden change in our patterns is likely to draw suspicion from the mastermind. Which would be rather counterproductive.” Celeste says, and Makoto ducks his head immediately. “Though, your thoughtfulness is appreciated.”

“Then it can’t be helped.” Kirigiri sighs. “I’ll leave my door open. I’m at the end of the hallway anyways, so if anything happens, I should be able to react the quickest.”

What a crazy woman. “You’d leave yourself vulnerable?” He scoffs. After all the precautions he’s seen her take, it’s hard to imagine her sacrificing herself to any degree.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take. Besides, I’m not so helpless. I have no intention of going down without a fight.” She pauses, mouth open like she’s about to say more, before she decides against it. “Anyways. We should avoid any mention or contact with Alter Ego as much as possible, to draw as little attention as we can.”

She claps her hands sharply, a sound that makes more than one person jump, and makes Byakuya almost flinch. “For the time being…let’s disperse.”

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#thpff #danganronpa fanfiction #thpff chapters #togiri #<- bc i wrote this with togiri intent. for the togiri truthers #byakuya togami #the h in chihiro stands for. haunting the narrative!!!!!#i was writing this chapter on the plane with my computer brightness turned alllll the way down #byakuya can't really read kyoko's reaction and therefore sees it as super nonchalant. and i know that with her scars it probably didnt hurt #but i also wanna imagine her tearing up like. motherfucking ow??#swearing under her breath and stamping her foot while he's changing and having to play it off like she was just looking at his books #both of them feeling somewhat guilty for the other person's situation and trying to help but only by way of insulting them #like 'ugh i cant believe you. fine i'll do this but only bc i dont wanna have to deal with you' as they try to compensate for each other #sorry not much naegami but theyre divorced rn and everyone's busy mourning and stuff #naegami development: they have a moment of humility and intimacy and sleep in the same bed #togiri development: he accidentally slams her hand in the door and doesnt apologize #HIROO my friend hiroo......ily hiro and how much u care sobb #anyways im taking a break after this. sob. wails.

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Been thinking about Makoto again (whats new) and one aspect of her characterization that kinda gets forgotten or at least not spoken about much is the fact she's very determined? To the point of it being almost self destructive? Like yes she was sweet and kind hearted, and undeniably she was very vulnerable- a large part of her story is her having to depend on Majima but that wasn't the whole of it? When she sets her mind to something she goes for it.

She moved to Sotenbori to search for her brother, Japan was still relatively new to her, she'd lost her grandfather and her mother- but even alone against what had been a very cruel world she still tried.

Then there was what came after that- she survived against all odds, even losing her vision. she trained with Lee and became a very good little masseuse, still trudging forward- still with her goal in mind. Once she lost Tachibana she asked Majima outright if he would kill the patriarchs for her- a pretty wild thing to ask the man who was meant to be /your/ assassin not too long ago. She was told no and she said "Okay, I'll do it myself."

She marched her little ass up to Sohei Dojima and in front of those very patriarchs and all the Dojima family she asked for their heads- Did it work out for her? Was it smart? No. But she had a spine of steel and fuck if I don't love her for it.

And even at the very end we see her protecting the girl she was with, smacking both those yakuza who had accosted them, even telling her friend to run away- she'd take the brunt of whatever they were planning and she did it with a stiff upper lip. So yes Makoto was vulnerable. And yes she needed protection and help-

But she wasn't a wallflower.

#Not that there's anything wrong with being a wallflower mind you!!#Like... I really do like that.#and it's sort of nearly a negative trait with her! Because she runs into situations head first and that's another thing that I think people #can miss with her. Like she's determined in an almost self-destructive way- its easy to miss bc she's so lovely and sweet and unassuming #And I'm kinda obsessed.#Like smacking those two yakuza and telling the other girl to leave is a TERRIBLE IDEA. she is 100% in the right to smack them of course #and I'm cheering her on but ultimately that was a dangerous thing to do- but she did it. And I kinda would love to see Majima's reaction #had it not been their reunion / farewell that she wasnt even aware of #I think he'd be half smitten and half horrified- yes makoto smacking dudes is so hot. But also please dont come to kamurucho #and brawl scary dudes?? omg im gonna cry??#Makoto's vulnerability is one of my fave things about her. The story/Majima never pities her for it- they respect that and want #to help her hold onto it and its wonderful #But Makoto has spunk is what im saying #makoto makimura #yakuza 0 #um #yakuza meta #iguess??#this is a 2am ramble it might be GIBBERISH #anyway *shaking you* MAKOTO

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 5 months

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A Long-Awaited Reunion: Part 1.

...Dammit...How the hell did I get lost? I can't tell what loud noises are my allies or my enemies....

So long as I don't run into anyone...unpleasant...

*Fuyuhiko walks cautiously down the hall, making triple sure to watch his back so he doesn't get accosted randomly...But when he's not looking where he's going right as he rounds a corner.

*BUMP!*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHH!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!?

...!? K-Kazuichi!?

Fuyuhiko! Ugh, shit man, DON'T DO THAT!

Sorry...! Wait, why am I apologizing!? You bumped into ME!

Ok, let's not go there. We'll be here forever if we start arguing who bumped into who.

Weren't you with Rantaro? And Hiro? Where'd they end up?

We got rescued by Toko and Komaru and their team, and Hiro went with them. Rantaro and I went off to go look for our friends and we split up to cover more ground. What about you though? Weren't you with Kanata, Kuripa and the Whitecloak?

Kuripa and Whitecloak went off to rescue Makoto after he ditched us. I didn't hear back from them before all hell broke loose. And...I can only imagine what the fuck they went and did...

And as for the Doctor...We got separated thanks to a tremor. We were on a platform then the ground started shaking and I fell off...

Are you ok!?

Yeah...It wasn't a long drop...But there was no way for me to get back up, so I told her to rendezvous with me outside.

You think she's gonna be alright on her own?

Even if the Zetsubou forces capture her, it doesn't matter. We're not leaving here without her.

Anyway, where do you suppose we are right now?

I'm not sure...based on the layout I'd say we're pretty near the outer walls of the establishment.

Jeez, this place is massive. But the outer walls implies that there's a door to get out nearby. Door, window, whatever. We should probably look for it.

Yes, PLEASE...! God, you don't know how much I'm looking forward to ACTUALLY getting out of this pla-

Eh!?

...

*Fuyuhiko hears a disturbance around the next corner. He puts his finger on Kazuichi's lips and silences him, allowing Kazuichi to hear the sound of some people approaching from nearby.

...!

*Fearing for the worst, Fuyuhiko pulls out his gun and Kazuichi unholsters his arm cannon, and they aim at the corner.

Come on...!

...

*They bare their fangs as sweat runs down their faces, and then finally...someone emerges...

...

...!?

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Hiiiii! Just discovered your page and I love your writing! Especially Makoto head canons!🥰🥰🥰 a small but slightly sad request. How would Makoto react when SO dies especially before [ spoiler !]all the sacrificial events that happened? Would he desire revenge or would he loom in depression? Once again love,love,love your page. Please don’t stop!🥺

EXTRA CAUTIONARY PERSONA 3 SPOILER CHECK!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

How would Makoto react to S.O.'s death before all the sacrificial events?

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 A/N: AAAAA You are just so sweet!!! Thanks so much, your kind words mean alot to me :( I've actually never finished P3 LMAOAOAOOAOA but I've been spoiled before so I just went ahead and found out myself through google. I'm playing p3r and I KNOW I will be in shambles for a while. Anyways!! I've never written anything quite like this, but I'm going to give it an honest shot!! Hope you enjoy anon! 💗💗

No-one had seen Makoto for...quite a long time now. Your death had been painful for everyone, but not nearly as excruciating as it had been for him.

He's tried so hard to pretend it was all a nightmare. That tomorrow would come, and he'd see your smiling face again. That he'd hold you again. And almost like some sick kind of joke, he felt your presence. But you *weren't* there. And you'd never be again.

He sat on the floor, head resting against his bed. In his hands, he held his last physical posession from you. A card you had made him for his birthday. "Happy birthday Makoto! I want to be able to stay with you for all of your birthdays...you're getting old, you know." Wet drops started to stain the beautiful hand painted card. "I love you so much." It signed off with, 'more than anything', and your name. He hugged the card tightly, shaking as he took in ragged gasps of air. He couldn't do it anymore. He began sobbing painfully, hot tears streaming down his face.

You were everything, after all he had was nothing. He didn't know how to live without you- he had never thought that far. He wanted to be with you, forever.

Even in death, you had all of him. He was never going to stop loving you. Some wounds scar horribly. This was one of them.

#makoto yuki x reader #minato arisato x reader #p3 protagonist x reader #persona 3 spoilers #persona 3 reload spoilers #Dulci's asks! ˚⋅ 🎀. ೃ༄

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chapter 6: a flicker of hope

chapters: 6 / 15 pairing: miya osamu x f! reader genre: romance, angst, fluff, inarizaki shenanigans wc: 3.8k summary: miya osamu does not dare set fire to his heart. it burns anyway.

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You write your newfound crush on Miya Osamu off as the natural consequence of over-exposure. With Atsumu leaving to get back to practice once the weekend is over, you expected Osamu to spend more time with the kids. But the kids seem all too ready to entertain themselves, Shoma running off with the Kita trio of daughters in an attempt to be one with the troupe of ducks living in the farmhouse’s backyard, Shino absorbed in her self imposed volleyball training regimen and calls to Meian Makoto.

So Osamu is always the first person you greet when you wake up for sunrises on the farm. You nod at him over the breakfast table while you eat your way through Obaa-san’s delicious offerings, golden rolls of tamagoyaki, glistening fillets of saba fish, vegetable pickles and of course, bowls of fragrant rice.

“What would you like to do today?” he’d ask once you’ve both finished helping Obaa-san clear up, him washing the dishes and you drying them.

“Anything”, you’d reply.

He’ll make a small, annoyed sound at the back of his throat but he’ll plan something for you to do anyway. Food will invariably be involved in some way - a visit to a soybean farm nearby, so he can do some research on what's the best sort of shouyou to use in his restaurant.

“I thought you said you were on a break?” you ask, arching your brows.

“I just came across the farm and we might as well go in and take a look since it’s on the way”, he immediately replies, a touch too defensive to be believable.

“I see why your employees imposed a holiday on you”, you tease.

“It’s mutiny, that’s what it is”, he mutters under his breath.

“You already work too hard, you shouldn’t even be thinking about work”, you argue, but he bites back a snort when your professional curiosity forces you to lift a bottle of transparent shouyou up to the light, examining its viscosity.

“I live to work”, he says. “My restaurants are all that’s needed to make me happy.”

You suppose you’re in no position to argue with that because it seems like it’s true. Work seems to always be on his mind.

He muses upon the endless possibilities his third restaurant will offer as you both take a break from picking apples, lying beneath a tree, tufts of grass peeking through his hair. “It’s another step in the right direction”, he says, tone almost jubilant, so unlike his usual, stoic self. You listen, spellbound as he details what he’s done with your parent’s old shop - the new stoves he’s installed, the industrial cookers, the warm upholstery and wood seating in the front to make the place a little more casual, a little more welcoming. The ghosts from your past haunting the place should fade, replaced by better, brighter memories of the happiness he brings to people.

(happiness he might bring to you, too)

It’s not overexposure, is it? It’s just the natural consequence of being around Miya Osamu.

He’s offered you a flame of hope with his friendship, the flickering light starting to chase the shadows and darkness you’ve been mired in for years, alone. He has no idea how monumental that is to you, drawing you out of the melancholy and regret of a thwarted childhood, forgotten dreams. You’re on the verge of telling him so, thanking him for how happy he’s made you. You wonder if you’ll ever dare to hint at whether he might, possibly, be open to you asking just a little more from him when you’re interrupted by a shout.

“Uncle Samu!”

A projectile is lobbed at the both of you, which he easily snatches out of the air with one hand - an apple, which he offers to you. “I told her food is to be respected, not used as part of a prank, but apparently she still forgets that at age twelve”, he shakes his head, before proceeding on the warpath to collar Shino, the culprit, for her blatant disrespect of food - unforgivable in his eyes, you gather.

(perhaps fate is telling you to fall back, observe the terrain a little)

You take a step back.

But then fate plays a trick on you. It sends cupid in the form of Miya Shino, the little imp pleading with her uncles (Kita Shinsuke is her uncle in all but blood, you discover) to play volleyball with her.

“C’mon”, she wheedles. “Da always said you were bloody fantastic at volleyball - ”

“Shino, language”, Kaiyo interjects, brows drawn in reproof, but the irrepressible tween just shoots her a half hearted apology, continuing to beg until Kita unearths a volleyball that’s in surprisingly good condition despite his claims that he hasn’t practised ever since the birth of Asami, his eldest daughter.

“Nonsense”, Ichika tells you cheerfully as she cheers her husband on from the shade, toasting you with a jug of apple cider. “Let’s just say I fall pregnant every time Shinsuke decides to unearth that volleyball.”

“You’re ready to jump him if he just looks at you”, Kaiyo teases.

“As if you’re not the same”, Ichika shoots back, indignant. “Shoma’s literally the product of a championship match, isn’t it -”

You think they’ve both lost their minds but then you promptly join them in their madness with Osamu decides to roll up his sleeves, displaying sculpted biceps that can be easily compared to a work of art (or the perfect slab of pink otoro, marbled tuna), powerful thighs flexing when he leaps into the air to demonstrate to Shino how to refine her spiking technique. To top it all off, when he takes a water break, he lifts his shirt to swipe at his forehead, giving you a whole eyeful of his abs, nary any softness despite age and his self professed love for food.

Kaiyo reaches a hand over beneath your hanging jaw, helping you close your mouth. “So you don’t get caught drooling”, she grins as you bury your face between your knees. “He’s like my brother, but even I can admit he’s maintained his figure - ‘Tsumu teases him too much so ‘Samu keeps himself fit out of spite - ”

You’re on the verge of making a deal with the underworld gods to open the earth up and swallow you whole when Ichika adds, without a touch of shame - “yeah, ‘Samu’s good-looking, but look at Shinsuke!” She leans her head in her hand, staring openly. “He’s perfect - gods, I want another baby with him - ”

“You already have three”, Kaiyo stresses, reaching over to slap her best friend’s mouth shut.

Emboldened by your friends, you whisper through your fingers, confessing to your knees that you find Osamu quite attractive too. That’s a little of an understatement though, especially when he catches your eye during a break in the rally and gives you a little wave. He looks like a god like this, broad shouldered and tall, tossing the ball up in the air with sheer athleticism. The stream of sunlight filtering through the leaves gleams, his dark hair and bronzed skin glowing. It’s almost as if he were carved out of pure gold - untouchable, perfect.

Your breath falters, lungs pierced by cupid’s arrows.

Kaiyo and Ichika melt away when he comes over, making excuses that the children need an afternoon nap, though it’s strange that the children return muddy and exhausted from a ‘nap’ in the duck pond. Despite his earlier protestations, Kita easily agrees when Shino asks to practise her receiving skills with him, distracting the younger girl from demanding her uncle’s attention.

“Hey”, Osamu approaches, frowning when you shrink back as if you’ve been burnt (you have, because you’re being scorched from inside out). “You okay there?”

“I’m fine”, you squeak, sun drunk. “It’s just a little warm.”

“C’mon, time for a drink”, he murmurs, pulling you up to your feet, hand at your elbow to usher you into the farmhouse, but you don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s his proximity to you is what’s causing your lightheadedness, and he’s just driving the arrow deeper into your chest when he seats you at the kitchen, rustling around to make a concoction of cool honey and lemon tea, watching you eagled eyed until you drink it all up.

“Feelin’ better?” he asks, but his efforts are counterproductive because he leans forward, almost placing himself between your open thighs as he presses a hand against your damp forehead. “You’re turnin’ feverish”, he comments, the furrow in his brows deepening at the flush of heat erupting across your face.

“It’s just a hot day, that’s all”, you manage to croak, barely keeping your balance on the stool.

He looks at you incredulously. “It’s autumn”, he deadpans, but he’s really not helping matters when he presses a warm palm against your neck, your pulse skittering, your heart deciding to erupt into flames, your chest turning into a kiln, melting your organs into molten liquid.

Thankfully, Obaa-san wanders into the kitchen just at that point, calling for help with dinner preparation.

“I’ll help”, you exclaim, extricating yourself from Osamu’s grasp.

Anything is welcome as a distraction to keep your heart from hammering itself into pieces, even a menial task like plucking off the heads and tails of bean sprouts, a task you hated when you were a child. But Osamu trails after you, dropping into a squat on the kitchen floor as he joins you in decapitating hapless bean sprouts. You’re too keenly aware of his body heat. Like a frightened animal, your natural instinct is to flee.

“I can do it if you’re feelin’ unwell”, he says and you take the out that he offers you, excusing yourself to your room for a nap.

But a nap isn’t what you need.

A breeze blows into your bedroom when you throw the sliding windows open to face the wide expanse of rice fields, but you still toss and turn, feeling the heat of the room bear down upon you. Throwing off your blankets doesn’t give you any respite, your sheets stiff, the futon beneath you uncomfortably warm against your skin.

So you escape the stuffiness of your room through the windows, slipping out barefoot into the grass. The sun seems to have gone into hiding, looming grey clouds in its place, but you find a spot beneath a shrub, taking shelter under its bright yellow branches. Head pillowed on your arms, the wind finally dancing freely against your face, you fall fast asleep. You’re worn out enough from spending too much time in the sun (and grappling with your burgeoning feelings for Miya Osamu) that you slumber undisturbed despite the sudden drizzle of rain that sweeps across the farm.

“‘Samu’s going stir crazy trying to look for you, yknow?”

Ichika’s words are loud enough to make you blink your eyes open with a groan.

“Wha - ”

“He’s running around the farm like a headless chicken right now, cos’ he passed by your room and saw your windows were open but didn’t see you anywhere. And here you are, asleep under a shrub, right under his nose!”

“Oh no -”

“Oh yes”, she grins. “It’s kinda funny to watch him panic. I’m pretty sure he started overturning all the pots and pans in the kitchen cos he’s convinced you’ve gotten yourself stuck in one of them! Obaa-san was quite amused when he tried to climb into the giant vats she keeps around to ferment her shouyou -”

“I should let him know I’m okay”, you gasp, scrambling to your feet, but Ichika catches your sleeve to pull you back into your seat on the ground.

“Ayako used to hide under this very shrub when she was upset with things - it’s her way of throwing a tantrum, she doesn’t cry much unlike her sisters, but she was so, so tiny then that it made Shinsuke fly into a frenzy and panic because we wouldn’t be able to find her for hours. Anyway - it was kinda like magic because when she’d decide it’s time for her to emerge from her hiding place, it’d be as if a storm passed, everything right as rain again.”

She laughs when you shoot her a look of utter confusion.

“That’s probably too many words to say that Ayako-chan needed her space to decompress. She needed the space to work out the feelings that her little heart is still learning to process.”

“Huh”, you reply after a few beats, slumping back into the grass.

Ichika continues on, undeterred by the lack of enthusiasm from her captive audience. “You’re probably wondering why I’m telling you these useless things - I mean, you could probably write it off as a parent just wanting to share uninteresting stories of their kids, which is probably partly true, cos I thought that habit of Ayako-chan was the cutest, apparently Shinsuke did that too, when he was younger - anyway, as I was saying - ”

You nod, trying your best to look like you’re following what she says, even though you’re completely flummoxed.

“I’m just trying not to be pushy like Kaiyo, because I know from personal experience she can be a pain when it comes to things like this. I prefer a different approach myself, lead the horse to the water so it chooses to drink of its own accord - not that you’re a horse, you’re much prettier than that - ”

“I - uh thank you?”

“You’re welcome!” Ichika chirps, eyes curving into half moons. “In this case, I half suspect the horse already knows what it wants. Because - well, did you know the plant you’re sleeping under is a weeping forsythia?”

You look at the swaying branches above you, adorned with bright yellow flowers, a stark contrast to grey skies. “Uh, no?”

“Mmhm”, she hums. “Sometimes, when Shinsuke and I can steal five minutes by ourselves from the girls, we ramble around the grounds talking about anything and everything - and he’s always had an interest in Hanakotoba - y’know, the language of flowers? He’s a bit of a romantic that way - ”

“I see”, you say blankly, though you clearly do not see. But you’ve been taught to always keep up a veneer of politeness, and Ichika is your host, so you nod and wait for her to continue. She gathers a handful of petals from the ground, tossing up into the air, an offering to the wind gods. You watch as the bright yellow specks swirl away in the wind.

“It means hope”, she says, as a shout of your name echoes. “Another meaning it has - which I personally prefer - it’s supposed to mean a wish that will come true. I think it’s quite apt, don’t you?”

You’re left to mull over her words, long after you’re chided by Osamu for falling asleep out in the open - ‘lay off, ‘Samu, you’re gonna turn into a worrywart like Shinsuke at this rate’, Ichika laughs, even as he rounds on her and scolds her for keeping you out through the downpour - ‘you need to be able to tell the difference between a drizzle and a thunderstorm, or have you been in the city too long to forget how it’s like in the country?”

Osamu ignores her good-natured needling, shooing you back into the guesthouse for a much needed hot bath before you’re ready to present yourself at the dinner table.

“You okay? You’re just playin’ with your food. That’s not like you.”

“I’m fine.” You take a determined bite of rice in an attempt to put his worries to bed, despite the churning in your stomach. It achieves the opposite effect though, because he ladles more food into your bowl, his gaze too sharp to allow you to sneak scraps to the farm’s cats purring and weaving around your ankle. “I just have a lot on my mind tonight.”

“Like what?”

You brush him off with a breezy “just - y’know, things in general”, avoiding giving him anything concrete by bading him goodnight before slipping off into your room.

The next day, you rise before the sun after a night spent tossing and turning in sweaty sheets. Something strange and mysterious draws you back to that same shrub, pulling you into a seat beneath yellow leaves, a beacon in the early morning’s darkness. The earth is damp and cool, and it lulls you into quiet contemplation.

Hope, you think.

A funny thing, that. Something you’ve not had in forever, not when the circumstances of your life dragged you beneath the churning current of its waves, into a joyless rut, of life repeating on a loop, again and again and again. You never used to hope for anything but a simple life, not even thinking that you could dare to dream of being actually happy.

But here you are. You are happy.

You’ve dared to wake up from your long hibernation and leave your hiding hole, take the first step out into the open. You have friends now, people who you trust to be kind to you. You are rediscovering your dormant love for cooking, for food, memories of laughter and camaraderie starting to paper over former scars and past nightmares.

Life these past months has been good. You will look back at the days and nights spent in Onigiri Miya fondly, guard jealously like a magpie with its stolen treasures, the smiles you’ve earned, the kindness that’s been shown to you. This past week in particular has been some of the happiest days of your life, riddled with pit stops at farms where you’re inevitably stuffed to the brim with food, country walks on paths strewn with autumnal leave. That impromptu afternoon drive to Osamu’s hometown, where you shared ice cream with him and watched the sunset on a hill by the sea - that, you’ll surely preserve, pressing it into your heart like flower petals between a book’s pages.

Perhaps you should be cautious. Perhaps you should hold your position, test how solid the ground beneath your feet is before you take another step. Any misstep might torpedo any chance you might have at retaining the happiness you’ve been blessed with these past few months. You have no wish to be reacquainted with the barren earth of winter.

Still, perhaps you should be brave enough to hope for even more.

If you’d never taken the first step of bringing flowers to Osamu at the hospital, if you’d never accepted his request to tour the burnt out shell of his shop with you, if you’d never made that first visit to Onigiri Miya, you would not even be where you are, right now. You’ve only discovered what life can offer you because you were brave. You can be brave yet again in the quest of more.

“Is it really that comfortable under there?”

With a start, you realise that the sun has chased the dawn’s darkness away, the dew on your skin disappearing into the cool, dry air. With another start, which makes Osamu chortle, the warm, deep sound sending a flush of heat into your face, you glance up at him, though you regret doing so immediately, because the first of the day’s light is kind to him, soaking him in a golden haze.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond, crawling beside you to sit beneath the shrub, comically oversized for the small space but he doesn’t complain. He doesn’t speak either, doesn’t seek to interrupt the morning’s first breaths, a silent spectator alongside you as the world wakes. It’s only when your stomach rumbles that he draws from his pocket a handful of plums, perfectly ripe when you bite into it.

“Osamu”, you say, your breath catching when he turns to look at you.

“Mm?”

You steal a moment to commit to memory the lopsided curve of his smile, the honeyed molasses in his brown eyes.

“The plums are sweet. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” The crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepen.

Embers smoulder, tucked in the fireplace of your ribcage, a flame of hope, fuelled by moments of happiness he’s given you.

(I hope you don’t mind if I begin to ask for more)

But first, you must bid farewell to the sleepy hollow of Hyogo, pack your bags to return to the hustle and bustle of Osaka, where your life is. Your vacation ends with Ichika and Obaa-san wrapping you in hugs, struggling with your luggage until Osamu helps you lift it into Kita’s van, nearly tripping over Shoma, who clings to the doorknob, refusing to leave. Kaiyo remonstrates with him but the little boy obstinately insists he wants to remain with Asami-chan, his best friend, until Osamu wrestles him into the van, kicking and screaming. You slip him a gummy bear when Kaiyo isn’t looking and he quietens down, leaning into your side until he falls asleep.

“He’s a pain in the ass sometimes”, Osamu remarks when he helps to slide the sleeping child into his seat, doing his best not to wake him up. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s okay”, you shrug. “It’s good that Sho-chan has friends that he cares so much about.”

Osamu snorts. “Yeah, I suppose. ‘Tsumu used to claim he’d want some space from me when we were in elementary school, but there was one volleyball camp I couldn’t go for ‘cos I had a bad cold so he had to go alone, and Aran told me ‘Tsumu played like absolute pig’s crap, couldn’t even set a ball for nuts -”

“At least Sho-chan cares for his friends in a more straightforward way than you two”, you point out. Osamu only laughs.

As expected, Osamu rushes back to his stores the moment after he drops his bags, though not before he offers to help you with yours - “I’m fine”, you wave his offer of help away, - “I’m used to managing on my own”, so you trudge home alone, the dull greys and brown of Osaka doing little to lift your mood after the colours of the countryside in fall, but at least there’s Kombu-chan to greet you when you pick her up from your neighbour, and she licks your toes with her rough tongue when you feed her a treat to welcome both of you home.

“Tadaima”, you tell her. She only meows.

You pretend someone who sounds suspiciously like Osamu calls Okaerie back to you.

a/n: hahaha i hope you guys don't throttle me for the slow pace >< but the reader finally, finally has come to terms with what her heart wants (*cough* miya osamu) and who knows what's next!

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu #miya osamu x y/n #miya osamu x you #osamu x reader #osamu x you #osamu x y/n #haikyuu romance #inarizaki #miya atsumu #set fire to your heart #storm chaser universe #haikyuu fluff

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