#daganronpa imagines

[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: Kokichi Ouma dating a taller woman (headcanon list + drabble)

Word Count: 1.4K words approximately

Warnings/Details: SFW was requested, so any NSFW headcanons would have to be a separate piece. Expect fluff, romance, and possible unhealthy relationship elements because it’s Kokichi, but still SFW overall.

(A taller woman is defined here as literally even an inch taller than him, all the way up to a major height difference. I’ve dated a man only an inch shorter than me and definitely noticed that inch difference so we have a wide height range to work with here! I personally am imagining a woman at least a good five inches taller than him in my mind, but again, anyone taller than him in any way would work!)

As friends before you two were officially dating (but he had a crush on you):

Kokichi is definitely the type to tease and pick on the people he likes. It might even be hard to tell he has a crush on you because he’s mischievous and obnoxious with everyone. Depending on your personality type, you might enjoy just having his attention so often or, you might think he hates you or is just trying to bully you.

If you respond by liking the attention or teasing him back, he would get super confident and a little more touchy each time. It would become increasingly obvious that he’s flirting with you.

If you responded by pulling away or getting offended, he would become frustrated. In his mind it would be obvious that he likes you. Why else would he be giving you so much of his precious time and attention??? He would be a little whiny when you responded poorly or eventually feel the need to explain that he really likes you, but he would hate having to explain it. His cheeks would get all red, he’d roll his eyes, talking to you like you’re some idiot for not picking up on his cues.

Kokichi lies to everyone, even himself, so even though he acts like his height doesn’t bother him and even might joke about it sometimes, it probably bothers him at least a tiny bit deep down. He doesn’t make it a focus in his life but doesn’t like when people point it out, even if he plays it off and has a sarcastic rebuttal for them.

Therefore, when he finds himself crushing on you, a woman taller then him, he for sure would use your height to tease you. If he’s going to feel insecure, then everyone’s going to feel insecure. He doesn’t want you to think his height matters/is a flaw, so him teasing you will prove he’s confident in himself, right?

You’d definitely hear a bunch on uncreative jabs and nicknames: tree trunk, giraffe, skyscraper, stretch, bigfoot, lamp-post, daddy long legs, gigantasaurus, Goliath, stilts, rooftop, and so on and so forth.

He might surprise attack you, running and jumping onto your back and latching on. Whether or not this takes you down to the ground or you carry him around like a baby sloth matters little to him.

After you two start dating:

Sometimes, he will like to prove implicitly that he is not weak and not to be looked down upon for his size…

When you two are alone, he sometimes will pull at your hair or the collar of your shirt to bring you down to his height so he can kiss you or whisper in your ear. 

He likes to put you in physically uncomfortable positions to fluster and corner you. Feeling like he’s in control and can make you nervous excites him.

He will corner you in hallways, push you up against walls and trap you in between his arms.

He’s much stronger then he looks, but like with most aspects of Kokichi, what you see initially, isn’t always what you get.

When you two are alone in his room, he will cage you below him on his bed to kiss you, hold you down, be more assertive and initiate make-out sessions.

If you’re sitting together talking or playing games, he might pull you onto his lap, reassuring you in his own immature, aloof way that you’re not too heavy for him.

The teasing never stops, and certainly not in public. Kokichi isn’t one to bring down his walls and be vulnerable and romantic in front of others. Protective, possessive, or jealous maybe. He reserves his true feelings and mushy moments for when you two are alone, and threatens you with death should you tell anyone.

If he does let out some PDA with you, it’s purposely to fluster you or scare away others that he thinks are interested in you.

Also, he’s very much the “Only I can make fun of Y/N” or “Only I can hold Y/N’s hand” type of boyfriend, especially if you’re insecure about your height already. He gets clingy and jealous even when you’re just being platonic with others.

You were sitting in your dorm room for once. Usually, you found yourself spending the night in Kokichi’s, but he was being rather secretive about his room for some reason this week. You sat next to him on the ground, looking at a splayed out deck of cards on the floor. You often spent the nights like this: with him, either wandering the school grounds and getting up to trouble or in his room where he could have you all to himself. He could be selfish like that, clingy. Sometimes seeing others get close to you made him more jealous than he’d like to admit.

And you could most definitely tell when it was one of his more needy days. He’d be more whiny, showing his true feelings through a furrowed brow here or a scrunched nose there. He sighed, tired of leaning his head onto your shoulder. He wanted more, more contact with you, more of you entirely. Without warning, he grabbed both hands firmly onto your legs and pulled you into his lap. He was sitting with his legs criss-crossed, and with an unexpected show of strength for someone of his size, he sunk his slender, pale fingers into the meat of your thighs and slid you effortlessly into his lap. He snuggled you in and you slotted perfectly into the cavity of his hips and thighs.

You squirmed in protest, gasping a little at the surprise of being lifted so suddenly. Your cheeks warmed up at the close contact and intimate position. He placed his chin back onto your shoulder, nuzzling against it every so often and resumed the game, handing you cards and promising not to cheat and peek at your hand (probably a lie).

When moments passed and you still squirmed about uncomfortably in his lap, he grunted, irate:

“Sit still, I’m trying to get comfortable!” He tilted his head, biting down into the skin of your shoulder in a childish display of frustration.

“Well… Kokichi… aren’t I a little heavily? Are you sure you want me to sit here like this…?” You finally voiced the apprehension behind your wriggling. You were bigger then him, and his frame was so lithe and petite. You felt like a beast crushing it’s prey. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the closeness and his touch, but you couldn’t help but feel self conscious.

“Why would I put you here if I didn’t want it, stupid head?!” He puffed his cheeks out in exasperation.

“It just… I mean I feel like I’m grating your pelvis into dust right now…” He wouldn’t say it directly, but he hated comments like this. Though he knew it was your own insecurities against yourself at work, he couldn’t help but be offended for himself, like you thought he was puny and weak at the same time. You would never say that to Gonta or Kaito, right? Even Kiyo, who was thin as could be would be spared from such comments. Why? Because he was 6’2”. Kokichi frowned at your comment, trying not to take out that anger on you, though he really wanted to.

“If you move even an inch, I’m going to bonk you over the head and knock you out…” he grumbled, wrapping both arms around your torso and crushing you into his chest in a show of dominance. He wanted to prove that he could hold you, he could be strong and in control, he could handle all of you.

You relaxed into his hold, feeling the beating of his heart against your back and deciding to let the topic go for now. 

BONUS: In a NON-DESPAIR AU

He gets pissed, crossing his arms and practically steaming when you guys go to amusement parks and people imply that he’s not tall enough for certain rides.

He finds your body super attractive, content to sit back and simply watch you try on clothes without complaint.

He refers to you as his “tall gf” or “huge gf” in many different scenarios, even if you’re just the least bit taller than him.

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[0w0tsuki]

Daganronpa is the South Park of anime and Monokuma is Kodaka's Eric Cartman

#'bUt ItS a GaMe!' literally its done in an anime style #theres an anime based off the third game #and they even made an anime with unnecessary added lore too #daganronpa #south park #kodaka #Monokuma #eric cartman #kodaka is literally on record saying that Monokuma is his favorite character because it allows him to say whatever he wants with no filter #also complete with people imagining whole new realities to ignore all the bigotry in the work

[guppyduo]

i fully believe daganronpa and utena would like change my brain in ways i could never imagine but im too scared of what might happen to me

[renaultmograine]

Got the daganronpa trilogy after watching people play the first game, and I started on the second, and you could not IMAGINE the noise that came out of me when some high school student started threatening me and saying that he was going to rule the world one day and then the game hard cut to his little borderlands greeting graphic and it said he's the ULTIMATE BREEDER

#paska

[inkyquince]

okay so im a person who needs a face for a game characters if they aren’t provided so these are kind of the faces ive been imagining mixed in with fanart ( devotion disorder’s Whitney will always remain in my heart )

eden: karl heisenberg and i won’t say anything further

avery: Patrick bateman ( also nanami from jjk)

kylar: for some reason nagito from daganronpa??? like imagine his hair was black and i think u would basically have kylar

sydney: mary from kakegurui bro idk it just works esp when she’s corrupt omfg

robin: sam from totally spies pls look away

i got nothing for whitney and Alex but here are some extra’s of mine:

mason: jackson marchetti wbk

leighton: imagine joseph joestar ( specifically part 3 ) but…rlly skinny and hannibal lector ( mads version )

wren: hawks from mha

bailey: toji from jjk ( a bit sulf indulgent i won’t lie ) and weirdly midas from Fortnite. FORTNITE.

honestly, agree with most of these but am gonna put my own lads underneath the cut

Robin

I'm so sorry, but as someone not really attracted to Robin, I picture... Shinji

But legitmately, unironically? Nagito from Free!Iwatobi Swim Club. Baby boy, angel.

Kylar

Yeah, its Yoonbum.

Whitney

Literally just @lumowu's Whitney drawings, like here and here. Legitimately can't see em as anything else.

Eden

Riftan from Under The Oak Tree... Or Eddie Gluskin from Outlast DLC lmao

Avery

Legitimately, Nanami until I saw @bestoan's Avery here. He's so gorgeous and my god, it fits him better than what I was imagining before.

Alex

Edward Wong from Cowboy Bebop <3

Sydney

Koujaku from Drammatical Murder lmao

Bailey

Toji Fushiguro from JJK, if he slicked his hair back

Wren

I HAVE SAID THIS BEFORE AND I WILL SAY IT AGAIN. WORICK ARCANGELO FROM GANGSTA

Leighton

:3 Vicar Jeremy Rathbone from Black Butler

Remy:

 Tyki Mikk from Dr.Gray-Man

Niki:

Uta From Tokyo Ghoul

YEAH MOST OF THESE DON'T MAKE SENSE AND IM NOT SORRY

#HOO #LONG REPLY #ask #inkjinx

[the-softest-love-is-ours]

Kinnie List (I don’t imagine many are interested in this, so it’s really just to keep track of things)

• Ranpo Edogawa (BSD)

• Tōru Oikawa (Haikyuu)

• Kenma Kozume (Haikyuu)

• Mikan Tsumiki (Daganronpa)

• Katsuki Bakugou (BNHA)

• Mitsuba Sosuke (TBHK)

• Kusuo Saiki (TDLOSK)

• Kaidou Shun (TDLOSK)

• Misa Amane (Death Note)

#bunnys babbles #not an imagine #kinnie #this is probably dumb #idk why im posting this

[toko-writing-imagines]

Hey it's Treat again! Totally fine, I'm sorry I didn't see it.

Could I get Mikan and Hajime taking care of an s/o that got sick due to stress then? (seperately, and I checked this time!)

Thank you. <3

Its totally fine! Sometimes people miss it and that's okay

I added Shuichi cus he was in your last request and he isn't here so yeah, hope thats okay

Enjoy your hcs !! ♡♡

Mikan, Hajime, and Shuichi taking care of their sick s/o due to stress

【Mikan Tsumiki】

• Mikan overall is really just a worry wart when it comes to you. She's always about the 'what if' and stuff like that

• Also she's also always on your back about saying how you should rest or giving suggestions to things if you happen to look a little too pale or are more sleepier than usual

• She doesn't mind taking care of you and will even try to help release all this stress that ended up making you sick (since stress lowers your immune system which causes you to get sick easier)

• Expect a semi-lecture about how you really gotta take things more slowly and ways to relieve stress, like meditating, taking a deep breath, etc.

• Mikan really just wants the best for you. She understood stress as she is always helping everyone daily whether they are hurt or need any sort of medical advice

• Also she secretly hopes she isn't the cause of your stress. She knows she probably isn't but the thought of it being so worries her.

• At least in the end you get some kisses and snuggles with her so yay

【Hajime Hinata】

• Hajime isn't really the best at helping someone when they're sick minus telling a few basic things, so he'd end up getting Mikan to help take care of you

• He did notice that you've been stressed lately, though not knowing the actual cause of said stress, he didn't bring it up only because he felt like it wasn't exactly his place to say something

• Mikan gave him a small list of things that could help relieve stress and gave you some medicine for your sickness before she left (all Hajime did was just stand next to you while Mikan did her work lol)

• Hajime has the tendency to play with your hair or your fingers while he's nervous (usually at least sometimes its just for fun) so once he does either of those things you gotta calm him down before reassuring that its alright

• He also ended up going on a tangent about the first things that came to his mind and you'd listen to it all till you fell asleep

• Expect to way up with him holding you in his arms because he was worried, and that he will help you relieve your stress so you getting sick like this doesn't happen again

【Shuichi Saihara】

• Shuichi is probably one of the people who understands about how it is to be so stressed you end up getting sick. I bet it happened to him multiple times

• He is often stressed out because of his like of work, and people often rely on his talent to help them with their problems or to confirm an answer surely no one wants to hear. This often ends up with him neglecting his well-being for the sake of others

• When you are sick because of if, Shuichi is just going back n forth to make sure you are getting the care and rest you need. He'd give you a healthy snacks that you can hopefully stomach down or maybe warm milk or tea

• He makes sure there is no disturbance once you fall asleep so you get a good rest and takes care of your work so you'll be a little more stress-free

• Basically he kinda just mothers you, but he truly does mean well about it. Shuichi knows stress all too well

꒦ ͝ ꒷ ͝ ꒦ ͝ ꒷꒦ ͝ ꒷ ͝ ꒦ ͝ ꒷꒦ ͝ ꒷ ͝ ꒦ ͝ ꒷꒦ ͝ ꒷

↳ ੈ‧₊˚ These three are all just worry warts for their s/o

also man do I love posting late because that's the only time I'm able to write

These were fun to write !! Feel free to request again ^^

take care everyone ♡

~ Mod Toko 💜

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[fuyuhikoismybabygansta]

Can I ask for some Leon or souda fluff? owo anything is good, be it headcanons or a drabble

Aw, alright, but I’ll do Souda headcannos!

In a relationship with someone OTHER than Sonia would be a bit weird at first. 

He would still fantasize and love Sonia, which in turn almost ignores you

Soon others would see what is happening, and would try to tell Souda that he in in a relationship 

The only thing that puts him into knowing you are there, is that Sonia would either yell at him or slap him into existence

After that, he would put his full attention to you, which makes you overly happy, as you believed you would’ve had to break up due to how he acted. 

He would love PDA, and would show everyone that he has moved on from Sonia and loves you instead

He would love you unconditionally, so you must be okay with a clingy boyfriend

Also, he would most likely hug you after he fixed or made anything, so you will get dirty from the oil or anything that he had on him when fixing something

He would never cheat on you, and would get you many gifts

Souda is also a huge goof, so have fun with his jokes and actions with you!

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa goodbye despair #daganronpa imagines #danganronpa 2 x reader #kazuichi souda #souda #souda imagine

[strawberry-valentines]

Shuichi Imagine:

Okay okay: Pure fucking brain rot but just imagine Shuichi (with encouragement from Kaede) making post-its to stick around his room with little inspirational messages on it to keep him going-

Just absolutely everywhere- They help him...cope with life and just deal with himself. Even just a little...Its just so hard for him sometimes.

But when Shuichi gets really really sad or depressed and can't get up the energy to do that, Kaede and Kokichi (even though Kokichi full heartedly denies his evolvement) break in and put them up for him, or just make sure to bring him his favorite things to cheer him up ♡

#shuichi saihara #drv3 shuichi #Shuichi imagine #shuichi headcanons #drv3 #daganronpa Shuichi

[cherrypoki]

The V3 boys with an s/o who is the Ultimate Arsonist?? Like they’re a full on pyromaniac and just spends their time lighting things on fire but vows on never hurting/killing anyone or anything with fire?? Thank u :>

sure thing! 

Shuichi Saihara 

At first he’s worried

He uses his detective skills to check your background to see if your fires have ever caused anyone pain or harm

At first he was confused as to why the school would allow an ultimate like that then you just remind him HE’S FRIENDS WITH MAKI A LITERAL ASSASSIN-

He actually tries to get to know you better and your talent

He’s never really paid attention to fire but he has solved a few arson cases 

But he does truly trust his S/O would never hurt someone 

Sometime’s you bring out a small lighter to warm yourself up but in public he just would rather give you his jacket

Even if you are an ultimate fire in public isnt smart 

Rantaro Amami

Chill

You’re like ‘bitch??’ 

But dude he’s got like 12(?) sisters and if some of them are ultimates they’d probably be some weird shit 

He carries around burn cream because even if your the most skilled motherfucker there is your gonna get burned more than once 

He’ll take you to bomb fire events and such 

And he loves to sit with you by the fire and cuddle 

Overall he’s probably one of the most chill dudes you could tell 

“You know I don’t hurt people with my fire right?”

“Of course S/O, Why the hell would I assume otherwise?”

He says it so calmly it nearly makes you tear up

Of course he loves you, he’d never assume you could hurt someone willingly 

buys you cool new lighters and nice scented candles 

Kokichi Ouma 

Unlike the others he thinks it’s cool straight away 

But of course he’s gonna go about it in a Kokichi way

“Heyyyy everyone watch out! If you piss of S/O she might burn your house down!”

“Hey! Hey! Hey! I need you to burn down something for my organization!”

Don’t take it too personally 

If it pissess you off and you eventually yell at him he’s gonna pull the crybaby card 

“Jeez S/O! That was just a lie! Did you really think I thought you’d injure innocent people?? WAHHH YOU’RE SO MEAN”

Don’t @ me your the one who started to date this little nightmare 

(Kokichi kinnie calling themselves out)

Kiibo/ K1-B0

IMMEDIATELY WORRY 

“S/O are you sure you’ve never hurt anyone before? Fire is dangerous”

“Kiibo are you sure you’ve never hurt anyone before? Technology is dangerous”

Ah

Touche

He’s probably the least accommodating of the group

But that’s only because at first he thinks that you hurt people or business’s

Just explain to him you don’t hurt people

“Oh, I’m sorry for being so rude S/O!”

“Carreefulll Keeboy! If you hurt S/O’s feelings again they’ll set you on fire!”

“S/O would never! They know you cannot burn the type of metal I’m built with!”

He’s a little confused but he got spirit 

Kaito Momota 

He’s confused 

But only until you explain it

“Amazing S/O! I’m sure you’ll burn many new things in the future!”

He never once considers that you’re dangerous or hurt people

He can and will punch anyone who says otherwise

(cough cough Kokichi)

He’s punched him before and he’ll do it again 

Will hype you up

He does understand fire is dangerous but he trusts you and believes you’ll never hurt yourself badly

Gonta Gokuhara 

He has no idea what arson is 

He’s not dumb but he’s not a genius 

Once he finally does get it he just like Kaito never considers that you hurt people 

And Kokichi being a little bitch boy doesn’t make him reconsider 

“Gonta would never think of S/O like that! Kokichi is not acting like a gentleman!”

It’s so sweet oh my god 

You listen to him when he talks about bugs so even if he doesn’t quite understand he’ll listen 

Gonta no longer Ultimate Entomologist but Ultimate Sweetie Pie

I was gonna add Human Monokuma but changed my mind last minute 

#Daganronpa #Danganronpa V3 #DRV3 #Shuichi Saihara #Gonta Gokuhara #Kokichi Ouma #Rantaro Amami #Kaito Momota #Kiibo #K1-B0 #x Reader #Imagines #Danganronpa Imagines #Danganronpa x Reader #Danganronpa v3 x Reader

[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Ultimate Pageant Queen Reader - Angst/Fluff + Hanahaki Disease

Word Count: 7.5k words

Hanahaki Disease: A fictional disease where the sufferer throws up flower petals due to unrequited love. Unless they confess their feelings or have the flowers surgically removed, they may suffocate and/or die. However, removing the flowers by force causes the sufferer to permanently lose those feelings.

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse in the past and a scene of mild abuse (hitting) later on in fic, Hanahaki (throwing up flowers due to unrequited love), a Y/N with PTSD/anxiety, SFW however.

Genre/Details: Strangers to Friends (to Lovers? - read to find out) - angst and fluffy, AFAB reader with she/her pronouns, protective Fuyuhiko

Class was in full swing at Hope’s Peak Academy. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and it was nothing more than a typical mid-semester day. The usual suspects were on time to first period: Mikan twiddling her thumbs and plucking at her bandage-wrapped arms in her seat, Peko sitting still and silent, her posture immaculate and straight as a board. Nagito was always there early or at the very least on time, overexcited for the chance to seize the day and learn everything he could from the best professors at the best academy in the country. To Nagito, to be late would be to dishonor this exquisite establishment and mock the talent within its wall. Sonia, the punctual, perfect princess sat with a gentle smile on her face, watching the door as the next group of classmates flowed in. This one was the wave of students who would always show up to class, even if it meant they would have to wander in late.

Nekomaru Nidai, followed by his equally as pumped-up companion Akane strolled in laughing, far too casual for being so tardy. Chiaki mosied in holding her Nintendo Switch, and Teruteru followed close behind, whistling nonchalantly into the air as he stared at the back of her skirt. Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, never far away from Peko as far as proximity goes, huffed and sauntered in, hands shoved into the pockets of his neatly ironed dress pants. The Ultimate Yakuza would rather have been anywhere else, but his father would’ve beat his ass if he found out he was skipping class at the most prestigious academy in the country. Not to mention, he had a little sister looking up to him, envying his spot in the main course from her lowly spot in the reserve course. She made him feel so guilty every day for snagging that spot in the ultimate course, and skipping class - “wasting that once in a lifetime chance” - would only add to her harping… and his headache.

Fuyuhiko took his seat in the back of the class, giving a casual yet knowing nod of affirmation to Peko as always, letting her know that the day was going according to plan, that he hadn’t encountered any conflict or annoyances that needed to be... dealt with. Of course, he kept his true relationship with Peko a secret, but nevertheless, she performed her duties to the letter, adamantly and diligently following her master around in silence. One by one, the rest of the class filed in (some more excited to be there than others) save for the few that almost always had to be dragged in by Miss Yukizome herself. Fuyuhiko threw his feet up on his desk and leaned back lazily, surveying the room around him. His eyes caught onto something curious, doing a double-take as an extra desk - a new, shiny desk not coated in oil like Kazuichi’s, not littered in scribbles like Hiyoko’s - came into view. He quickly counted the desks and found the usual 16… but that new, shiny one… it was an extra. 17 today… why? He pondered. Weirder still, the new desk was directly next to his.

“Goooooood morning, my beloved students! Who’s ready to mold their minds and face the day?!” Chisa Yukizome, the boisterous red-headed teacher burst into the room, dragging a weary-looking Ryota Mitarai by the scruff of his uniform jacket and tossing him gently into the middle of the classroom.

“Morning? The sun is nearly at its maximum strength by the time you decide to grace us with your presence each day…” a skunk-haired student huffed from beneath his scarf, arms crossed against his chest.

“Ah, well, I’m here now, and so are all of you! That’s what counts! Aaaand!” Chisa gestured toward the hall, wiggling her fingers excitedly. “I have a surprise for you all today! A change of pace is nice, no?” She grinned almost deviously. “Today, class, we have a new student!” The class perked up at that. It was unusual - someone entering Hope’s Peak mid-semester. The chances of being scouted and accepted into the academy were so slim and the spots were so coveted. The 16 students already there were incredibly lucky, and the class was quite small compared to public schools’ for a reason. Talent like theirs was hard to find and took special attention to nurture. Not just anyone could join, and certainly not just whenever they wanted. “Come on in! The suspense is killing us all, I’m sure!” Chisa wiggled her brows at her students, speaking for them.

The new student entered hesitantly, rather shyly, scooting through the door school-bag first, almost as if it were a shield. This new student in particular hated being the center of a crowd’s attention, and had begged Chisa to just let her enter quietly and on her own time. Of course, Yukizome refused, believing a new student was cause for celebration. As if being the new kid wasn’t hard enough…

“This is (Y/N) (L/N), our new transfer! She’s been dubbed the ‘Super High School Level Pageant Queen’ and will be joining our class from here on out! I’m sure you’ll all take the time throughout the day to give her a personal and proper welcome!”

“Oh, I’ll make my welcome personal~ alright…” Teruteru smoothed back his hair, mumbling under his breath. The rest of the class, used to his antics, simply ignored him.

“Well, go ahead and say a few words, (Y/N),” Chisa encouraged. The young girl, nerves aflame, cleared her throat, and spoke:

“Hello… I’m (Y/N), uh… like Miss Yukizome said…” The chocolate brown heels her feet were shoved into clacked as she shuffled painfully in place. Normally, though they always ached at least a little, she could ignore the pain. In times of high stress like this, it was nearly impossible. “It’s very nice to meet you all… I’m um, honored to be here of course.” Her furrowed brow betrayed the forced grin on her face.

Fuyuhiko scanned her up and down. She was pretty… slightly above average at best. Sure, the Ultimate Pageant Queen had a rockin’ bod - that was to be expected - but her face was nothing to write home about, in his opinion. Sure she was gorgeous, but most of that was probably makeup, much like the princess he’d sat behind every day in class. Pretty girls who forced themselves to get dolled up just to please others were usually the most broken inside… the son of the head of the Yakuza knew that better than most, and this girl, though porcelain on the outside, was shaking in her boots. He followed her hand as it reached down to nervously scratch an itch at the top of her knee-high socks, and didn’t miss the way she adjusted herself, pulling the taut fabric up over the slight overflow of plump, soft flesh there. He swallowed his spit, turning his head away before he got caught acting like a dog. That was Teruteru and Souda’s job. As he turned his head to play off his obvious interest and pretend to crack his neck, his eyes caught sight of that new desk once again. They widened slightly in understanding.

Ah, fuck… no way! His mind cursed. Yukizome was gonna place this new bimbo right next to him, as if he didn’t have enough annoyances in his life…

He turned to Peko, who was most definitely not a bimbo, and recognized an alertness in her eyes as well, though for different reasons. Usually, she was keen on every new change in her young master’s life and everyone in it, but this new student was sprung on them without any warning… and now she would sit closer to Fuyuhiko than Peko herself? What if she was a hired assassin, or a spy trying to get Clan Kuzuryu in some kind of legal trouble? Peko fidgeted exactly once in her seat, a signal that for anyone else would’ve meant nothing, but for someone as refined as Peko, was a clear sign of distress.

“Yes, well, we are so lucky to have you! Go ahead and have a seat! Mr. Kuzuryu here will be your assigned guide and mentor of sorts for your first week here on campus!” Chisa gestured to the fuzzy-headed blonde, who clicked his teeth in displeasure.

“You can’t be ser- ” Fuyuhiko began.

“Oh and look! He just so happens to have an open seat next to him! It’s fate!” Chisa walked (Y/N) to the back near the standoffish young man that was to be her guide and watched her plop awkwardly into the seat. “Fuyuhiko here is a great student and even better friend! You should get to know each other, and he can help you get used to the sights and sounds of Hope’s Peak! Yay!”

“Kuzuryu… a great friend? In what world?” Kazuichi snickered over his shoulder, earning a glare from the yakuza.

“Oh, the things I could say about you, Souda,” Fuyuhiko spat.

Chisa clasped her hands together, looking at Fuyuhiko with hope in her eyes before returning to the podium beside her desk at the front of the room. After assigning a reading that the class would discuss at the end of class, she gave her students time to read it in their own way. She knew her kids were… unique. Some needed privacy to read, some needed to eat while doing their work, some needed time to feed their hamsters before even thinking about schoolwork. Some got up and left, promising to return fifteen minutes before the bell for the discussion. Others formed groups to take turns reading aloud. Fuyuhiko always completed his schoolwork alone… but not today it would seem. Fuyuhiko’s eyes met Yukizome’s, and she grinned a shit-eating grin back at him from her desk. He sighed. She definitely did this on purpose.

And yes, of course she did. Though the other students and general public were in the dark about both Peko’s role in Fuyuhiko’s life and the extent of the crime and violence the young man experienced on the daily, the Hope’s Peak staff were of course deemed necessary to be in the know. Fuyuhiko was quite the loner, with even Peko kept at a distance by the wall he put up around his emotions, and Chisa hated to see it. No kid should be that serious, that lonely. His social interaction shouldn’t come only from his hired thugs, underlings, screaming parents, or bodyguard. The other students in his class talked to him on occasion, if he’d let them, and she got it, he could be abrasive, blunt, and hard to get along with, but that wasn’t entirely his fault. Chisa had decided for him: this would be his chance to make a new friend, a fresh face. When passing by the reserve course classes, Chisa had seen the younger Kuzuryu sibling many a time. The girl was a ball of lonely, frustrated misery and anger. She refused to let Fuyuhiko get that bad. He was at least more personable than his little sister.

“Uh, so… you’re Fuyuhiko, as in Kuzuryu, right?” (Y/N), catching Miss Yukizome’s occasional encouraging looks and having still not said a word to the boy next to her, finally broke the silence. Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes, looking up from his book.

“Yeah, I am- ” he quickly changed the subject, “and let’s make this clear: I didn’t volunteer or want to be your little babysitter... at all. This was just as much a surprise to me as it was to anyone else. I’m not gonna hold your damn hand or do your work for you. You wanna meet these idiots and keep up a GPA high enough to stay at Hope’s Peak, make the effort by your own damn self,” he huffed, placing the book back in front of his face and breaking eye contact with the flustered girl.

“Oh! Um…” (Y/N)’s cheeks puffed out a bit in chagrin, and she dropped the subject right then and there. He obviously wasn’t interested in talking any further. Fuyuhiko, curious about how thick her skin would be, peeked over the book and saw her shoulders slouch a bit before her bottom lip stuck out the tiniest bit, and she returned to her own reading assignment. Instantly, he felt his heart sink. He knew he was being a dick, and normally he didn’t mind… but it was her first day… and that look on her face kind of… wounded him in a weird way. His mouth spoke before he gave it permission to, making up for his last offense:

“Yeah well, anyway… I dunno why Yukizome paired me up with you as a fuckin’... mentor or whatever when we got this princess over here,” he waved his hand off in Sonia’s direction as she read with Mikan, Hiyoko, and Mahiru near the windows. “I mean, princess, beauty queen, or whatever… it’s basically the same thing, yeah? I’m sure she’d teach you a lot more than I ever could…” he trailed off, not knowing from experience how to make small talk. (Y/N) thought for a second before replying.

“Well… I don’t need to learn how to be a princess, just a student at Hope’s Peak! I’m sure you’re perfectly qualified for the job!” She grinned widely at him, and he turned away, pink dusting his cheeks.

“Ah, anyway, this is Peko. She’s cool. Smarter and more reliable than the rest of these nuts. Have you met her?” Stupid! Of course she hasn’t met her, you’ve been right next to her the entire time! He often found his internal dialogue at war with itself. He signaled for Peko to come closer, and she immediately swapped over to the desk on his right side.

“No, I haven’t, but I’ve heard about you!” She turned, now talking directly to Peko out of respect. “ ‘The Super High School Level Swordswoman’ is such a gallant title. You sound like a knight! Definitely more cool than some beauty pageants!” (Y/N)’s eyes lit up, and now it was Peko’s turn to bristle. She cleared her throat, nodding.

“It’s simply who I am, nothing special, but thank you for your kind words,” the silver-haired samurai replied. Throughout the class period, the two girls talked more and more, finding things in common and surprisingly, similar interests. Fuyuhiko hung back, letting them chat and appreciating Peko for once again saving his ass, though this time it was from a social situation and not a deadly one…

He didn’t know which was worse.

♔

The day passed with Fuyuhiko by (Y/N)’s side at every consecutive period. They even ate lunch together, only parting during a designated time to practice and strengthen their own personal ultimate talent. At that time, Peko went to her Dojo, but other than that, she was with them the entire day. Fuyuhiko had never been more glad for it, dreading the possibility that he might have to be alone with this cute new girl and make a fool of himself again.

Wait, cute?! No, no he didn’t say that. He didn’t think it either. Sitting on the steps to the third floor with the new girl and Peko, he sat picking at his lunch with chopsticks. But she was cute, though… maybe a little too cute. That’s probably why people were already talking about them, about her with him. While he hated the chatter and rumors - as shitty, petty teenagers loved to cause drama and spread gossip, especially throughout the reserve course - he did have to admit the pairing was a bit odd… and ironic:

The mean, angry heir to a criminal underworld forced to spend time with a bubbly beauty queen with what was already seeming like a heart of gold.

Nevertheless, he hated the stares and whispers. Why couldn’t people just mind their own damn business? He found himself intimidating the hell out of snickering onlookers all day, causing their gossiping mouths to stop looking as soon as he made eye contact. He also, weirdly enough, found himself instinctively covering (Y/N) from the view of pervy male students every time she bent over or tripped over her own heels, something she seemed to do quite often. He told himself that it’s what any normal gentleman would do, what he’d do for his little sister or mom, or Peko… as if she needed his help.

One particularly brutal spill had him covering his mouth to spare her feelings as he chuckled behind one hand, and caught her wrist with the other. He coughed, trying to spare his pride along with her dignity as he pulled her to an upright position on the stairs.

“God, hey you sure you’re the Ultimate Pageant Queen? ‘Cause you can barely fuckin’ walk in those things, huh?” He tried to appear disapproving, judgemental, but it was coming off as far too concerned. Peko smiled silently in the background, slightly proud at his show of kindness. She knew how hard it was for him.

“Heh, yeah…” (Y/N)’s cheeks warmed up, both at Fuyuhiko’s sudden proximity as she wasn’t one to be comfortable with physical touch, and embarrassment at her unfortunate tumble. “I don’t really adore heels per se… but at least these aren’t stilettos… could be worse.” She gathered some of the things she dropped in the spill, Fuyuhiko handing her a pencil or two.

“So… why wear them…?” He asked with genuine curiosity he didn’t know he contained.

“I dunno… my parents make me. It’s good practice for pageants and all since I’ll almost never be out of heels on stage but, I don’t really like them.

“What do you like, then?” Fuyuhiko pushed on, wanting to know more. (Y/N) pulled something from her bag. It was a small sewing project she’d been carefully working on, and a fidgeting habit when she needed to calm her nerves.

And boy did she feel the need to sew right now…

“I sew a lot… it may seem lame to a yakuza but it’s actually quite calming and a gateway drug to other old lady hobbies like knitting and bonsai tree care!” He chuckled at her slight self-deprecation. “Oh, and, I love baking. My parents don’t really like it when I eat sweets or anything full of carbs, but sweet breads, pastries, cookies… oooh I really can’t get enough.” Fuyuhiko’s eyes widened, glistening like a child. He could feel his stomach grumble and his mouth water at just the thought. Sweets were one of his ultimate weaknesses.

“You’re kidding! You can really make all of those things from scratch?” (Y/N) leaned in, mirroring his behaviors. She giggled, nodding vigorously. Fuyuhiko was torn from his trance by the sound of a cheeky but somewhat subdued chuckle behind him. He turned to see Peko with a crooked but genuine smile on her face on the step behind him, enamored of the way he was opening up and showing someone other than her and his sister his true self. He’d nearly forgotten she was there, now blushing profusely at the realization that someone had witnessed him actually going all soft and weak in public. Suddenly extremely irate (though he couldn’t quite place why), he flew up from his spot on the stairs, ending the first day’s interactions then and there. It was enough… it was entirely too much. Straightening his collar anxiously before clenching his fists by his side, he snatched his school bag and began to walk off.

“Fuyuhiko? Where are you- ” (Y/N) began.

“L-like I said, I ain’t no babysitter. You’ve seen the school and my crackhead classmates, and you know where your classes are. I did my fuckin’ job, find someone else if you need further help.” He didn’t even know what he was saying or why, completely overtaken by the rage of humiliation. Besides, Yukizome said he’d be her guide for the entire first week or so, and Yukizome always got what she wanted from her students in the end. Peko picked up her sword case and personal items and dutifully followed behind Fuyuhiko, mentioning in passing that she would text (Y/N) later.

And indeed she did. Peko apologized on behalf of her hotheaded friend (master), stating that he was always like this and didn’t mean any harm by it. The two girls, over the next few weeks, had become quite close. They hung out often and by default, this meant Fuyuhiko hung out with them as well. Breaking his vow to himself to never hang out with (Y/N) again, he found himself setting into a routine of missing her presence, texting her to spend time together, then snapping at her for something he did or said wrong. He always felt terrible after, but it was her fault after all! Why did she have to be so nice to him, put up with him? Why did she actually like him?

Why was he started to actually like her? It was peeving him off.

Weeks passed into a couple of months, and Fuyuhiko was learning more and more about (Y/N) while getting better at apologizing in the process. In fact, there was less and less to apologize for each day. Somewhere along the way, Miss Yukizome had stalked her prey like a hawk, assessed the situation, then deciding it was best for everyone involved, asked Peko to back off a bit and let her master have some fun without his security detail (while begging the swordswoman to gain some independence of her own). Peko was immediately averse to the idea. It was starkly against everything she’d ever been raised to feel and do. She knew the leaders of Clan Kuzuryu would definitely tan her hide for shirking her duties and un-gluing herself from her master’s backside. What good was a tool that wasn’t there when you needed to use it? Miss Yukizome had given the strict swordswoman’s shoulder an empathetic pat, assuring her that Chisa herself would take all questions and blame should Peko stepping back from Fuyuhiko for a little become a problem with their superiors. Still hesitant, Peko reluctantly gave up the fight (something she only recently had learned was occasionally okay) and let Chisa sign her up for some of the school club activities that the rest of the girls in class were seemingly enjoying those days.

♔

Fuyuhiko had nearly shat himself the day that he’d arrived in the courtyard to have lunch with (Y/N) and Peko, and found Peko missing. (Y/N) had suggested moving from their usual gloomy stairwell lunch location to the elegant and lavish courtyard only a rich kid’s school would have, and of course, Fuyuhiko couldn’t say no to her. Now there she was, sitting on a bench with the sun shining down onto her skin and bouncing off of her smile, and he was like a deer in the headlights. His old man loved to repeat this phrase to his only son: "predators are always stronger than their prey”, and he was starting to notice his gradual shift from predator to prey every time she was around.

Greeting her meekly (pathetically), he opened his lunch for the day, and without the anxiety of a third person to listen to them embarrass themselves, the two spoke freely. The day seemed to pass in no time. This was, of course, only their first day alone together. They’d have many more.

On day two, (Y/N) revealed how she’d been adopted into a rather toxic family situation. She supported her family nearly on her own through the prize money she won from pageants. Fuyuhiko was smart, it didn’t take much hinting for him to get the implied abuse and vicarious living of a parent through their child. It wasn’t like he hadn’t experienced all types of abuse, both similar to her own trauma and different, but that’s just how he was raised. He didn’t think much of it in his case, but when (Y/N) spoke of the PTSD she’d earned and carried like a hidden scarlet letter hidden behind dresses and pantyhose, he felt his blood boil. He wanted to protect her from the pain she didn’t deserve. She was his friend, his best friend besides Peko at this point. Nobody treated his friends like shit!

On day three, (Y/N) let Fuyuhiko take a break from being the rock that he usually was. He let himself (reluctantly) vent some of his own past and trauma. (Y/N) was starting to fall for him despite herself and her insistence to her inner conscious that they were just friends, and him revealing himself to her was only making it harder on her heart. The more he spoke, the more she realized how very different their lives were. She could tell him about how her mothers hit her all day, how they force her to walk straight lines in heels for hours on end, but it would never compare to him seeing family members being shot and killed, seeing drug deals going wrong, being held for ransom at a young age, or the expectations placed on his young shoulders. She was starting to think they had less in common than she thought, and felt foolish for ever thinking he’d see her as a good match romantically. She could hope all she wanted, but someone like him would never see a prissy princess-type like her as anything more than a friend. Peko (who she’d recently been allowed to know was a skilled killer and bodyguard) was certainly more his type, right? Hard as steel, stern and silent, strong-willed, highly rational and intelligent. She was built for a life in the mafia. (Y/N) was not. On the bright side (or so she told herself) Fuyuhiko’s stories of his childhood made her feel like she could face any abuse her parents threw her way! If he could handle all of that, surely she could feed off of her new best friend’s strength and live with confidence… right?

By the tenth day, people were really starting to take notice of Peko’s absence from Fuyuhiko’s side. Just like the day they met, people were laughing at the “Mob Boss & the Pageant Queen”, as if it were the title of some children’s book. Sensing (Y/N)’s discomfort at the stares, Fuyuhiko had taken her hand in the hall, spiriting her away to one of the cooking classrooms. His intuition had always been sharp, knowing how to assess a situation to survive, but now he was starting to develop a new skill set: the part of intuition that branches off into empathy. He knew she hated being the center of attention, even on the stage. On the stage, however, she had to be. Here, where he could protect her, he would make damn sure she felt safe and secure.

It took quite a while for her to catch her breath, refusing to let herself break into a panic attack in front of him. Once she settled her nerves and took in the situation, her cheeks began to burn like a furnace. Here, now, after several minutes of holding her hand, Fuyuhiko had begun to caress the back of it with his thumb. Quickly thinking up something, anything to say to break the awkwardness of his touch and silence combined, she tore her hand away and began to stride through the classroom, bringing up his love of sweets again as she picked up and pretended to be particularly fascinated with the various cookware and appliances. His smile grew and grew as they spoke of banana bread and cake, of doughnuts and sugar cookies. It was then that her mind was made up. She had to bake something for him the next day. It was too precious to see him so genuinely happy, and she would do anything to make him feel that way again.

That’s what friends did for each other, how friends made each other feel, right?

♔

The next day, (Y/N) nearly cried at the boyish, beaming grin that spread across his face when she presented him with a whole tin of fried dough cookies, all for him!

“And you better love them!” (Y/N) chided facetiously. “I stayed up all night making and remaking them. The batches kept getting all messed up. No clue why…” She feigned exhaustion, leaning on him in the hall.

“All night?” His brown knitted with concern. “You really shouldn’t have done that, idiot. Not for me… there’s an exam today…”

“Nah, it’s fine. I had to! I knew you’d love them!” (Y/N) countered.

“Oh, I love them alright! They’re great. Actually, just like my grandmother used to make!” He smiled reminiscently.

Her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. Dread became her.

What’s worse than being friend-zoned? Grandma-zoned… huh...?

Noticing she’d gone quiet, something she rarely did around the comfort of his familiarity, he stood up straight, trying to read her face.

“You good?” He spoke through a mouth full of dough.” Suddenly, she felt the urge to throw up. Her guts turned and wretched, her lungs burned, but she nodded. A lie, but one that would get her out of this situation.

“I gotta use the restroom. I think I had too much coffee this morning…” She held the hem of her skirt to convince him.

Running to the nearest stall as soon as the bathroom door was flung open, she threw herself forward, ready to empty the contents of her stomach. Nothing came. Beginning to feel woozy and lightheaded, she felt her throat become inflamed. It felt like it was constricting, tightening in on itself. Had she had an allergic reaction to something? An itch now formed in her lungs, and she began coughing violently.

Needless to say, when a single soft, delicate rose petal emerged from her throat, she’d decided to skip classes for the rest of the day.

♔

Spending nearly the entire rest of the day with Mikan trying to figure out what the hell was going on, (Y/N) was sent into a panic, a flurry of mixed emotions. Mikan explained that the flower petal was most likely one of the first signs of Hanahaki disease. Elaborating further, Mikan let (Y/N) know (her voice shaking with worry as she did) that if she didn’t confess her feelings or go in for surgery, the disease may very well take her life. Hanahaki, just like unrequited love, was extremely painful.

“Y-you gotta go to a hospital, a real one! I w-worry for your health if y-you don’t!” Mikan squeaked, wringing her hands.

“I- I can’t, Mikan. That’s not an option. Hospital bills are far too expensive for my family, and I have a pageant coming up that I can’t miss for any surgery!” She didn’t mean to sound like her anger was directed at the Ultimate Nurse before her, but of course, Mikan was taking it that way.

“O-Oh of course you’re right, I’m sorry!” Mikan sputtered out without taking a breath. “But, then you should at least go to class! Fuyuhiko will start to worry, t-too! In fact, he was already asking why you didn’t sh-show up today! I could t-tell he knew I know something! What if he s-sends his goons after me?!”

“He wouldn’t do that to you. He’s not like that. He knows you didn’t do anything wrong. He may grill you, though. You can’t say anything, though Mikan. Promise.”

“But-”

“Promise me now!” (Y/N) could feel her eyes watering. “I can’t go back to class, and Fuyuhiko can’t know! He can’t see me like this. It’s humiliating… making myself sick off of my pathetic, unreturned feelings for him.”

“O-okay, I promise, b-but... “ Mikan, always hesitant to speak her mind for fear of sounding too blunt or bold, spoke again: “how do you know he won’t return your feelings?”

(Y/N) shook her head, dismissing the silly question without a second thought and thanking Mikan for her help and silence.

♔

For five days, five whole days, (Y/N) successfully avoided Fuyuhiko. Peko was harder to dodge, but when she did, she made extra sure that she wasn’t coughing up blood and petals, though the symptoms were getting harder to hide. Diving into restroom stalls and out into the parking lot to throw off Peko and coughing petals into her bag or into toilets was easily reaching Olympic-sport level difficulty. Peko would report the suspicious dodgy behavior back, leaving Fuyuhiko feeling like he fucked up, maybe said something to upset (Y/N), and that he needed to give her space. Maybe she hated him now? But why? It was beginning to hurt his heart, not that he’d ever admit it out loud.

Fed up, Fuyuhiko made it his mission to confront her. He was starting to miss her something fierce, and he’d had it with all this hide and seek. He called Peko back, opting to find the pageant queen on his own. When he heard soft coughing followed by a hitched sob coming from their stairwell, he pivoted on his heel and ran up the stairs, skipping every other stair with large bounds.

“There you ar- !” Fuyuhiko spooked the young girl, who gasped, quickly wiping blood from the corner of her mouth and closing her school bag’s zipper. His voice went dead silent, for though he’d missed the blood and petals, there’s no way he could miss that…

Where her tears had fallen the hardest, over the soft plane of her cheek, the makeup had been washed away by her crying. Under the facade of flawless foundation and concealer was a blotchy purple bruise.

“Fuyu- ” She stood, fight or flight taking over.

“Who did that to you? Was it your piece of shit parents again? I’ll -!”

“I-I have to go, so- ” (Y/N) spun on her heel to ascend the stairs for a quick getaway, and he grabbed the hem of her skirt with a vice-like, stressed-out grip.

“W-why haven’t you been coming to class?!” His questions quickly became more personal, more selfish. To hell with class. “Why have you been avoiding me?!”

“Let me go!” Feeling another bout of petals coming and needing desperately to escape, she ripped her skirt from his clutches, tearing the bottom hem strings out a bit.

“(Y/N)!” Fuyuhiko watched her scramble away, holding a hand over her mouth.

♔

(Y/N) walked all across the third floor and back down the opposite stairwell near the main entrance, throwing Fuyuhiko off of her scent as far as she knew. After a few trips to the trashcans in the halls to unburden her poor lungs, (Y/N) stumbled out the front doors of Hope’s Peak, her energy nearly sapped by the wretched disease. As she dragged her lethargic body toward the parking lot, hoping to catch a bus home from the main road, a shabby-looking sedan pulled up to the curb.

And as if her day could get any worse… two demons incarnate, none other than her mothers stomped out of the car, slamming the door behind them. She froze out of shock and surprise at first, then flinched at the force of the door slam.

“There you are, you fuckin’ ungrateful brat! Finally decided to look at your phone, huh? What the fuck did we get you that thing for if you aren’t gonna respond? We’ve been waiting for nearly an hour! You did this on purpose, didn’t you?!” Her older mother, the larger of the two took a step threateningly toward her, and she coward backward instinctively.

“N-no! Actually, I didn’t know you’d be here!” She paused, suddenly puzzled. “Actually, why are you here?” She looked between the two for a hint. The mothers stared at each other, incredulous, until that feeling faded back to pure rage.

“You better be fucking kidding me…” With her mother’s words, realization overtook (Y/N)’s expression.

Shit! The pageant… it’s tomorrow! They came to pick me up from school early to drive to the hotel for the night!

How could she forget? How could she let herself get so wrapped up in her own meaningless feelings and stupid illness and trivial embarrassment? The pageants were the only reason she was even at Hope’s Peak, and now she was fucking even that up. She wasn’t a person, she was a trophy, an income, nothing mo-

“Are you listening to me?!” Lost inside her own head, no, she hadn’t been listening.

The backside of her mother’s hand came down harshly across her cheek. She fell back onto the concrete. Usually, she could take a hit, but with the disease already eating away at her, she had nothing left. Scooting back until she was up against the wall of the school’s front gate, she sputtered, a bit of blood staining her lips.

“We’re gonna be late thanks to you! They may not even let us in at check-in! After all we’ve done for you!” Her more aggressive mother approached swiftly, grabbing (Y/N) by the collar of her dress shirt and forcing her to her feet before letting go. As her mother’s hand rose into the air again, (Y/N) cried out:

“Please sto- !” The hand started on its arced path toward her face, and a pair of feet were heard dashing through the front gate behind them at top speed.

Standing between the abusers and the abused, Fuyuhiko’s hand shot out, catching her mother’s wrist in an iron grip with half a mind to crush the bones there in his unbridled rage. Her mother grunted in pain, and he only gripped down harder.

“Young Master…” Peko appeared at his side with a warning tone. Legal matters, assault, and all that… Not that his father couldn’t easily cover that up, but man would he give Fuyuhiko hell for creating more work for him. Where would he be without Peko’s level head…

At the sound of Peko’s voice, he looked back slightly, his mouth hanging slightly agape as he took notice of (Y/N), who clung to his pant leg, clutching and hanging off of him as if her life depended on it. Shaking like a leaf, she looked up at him with pleading and desperation in her eyes. He released her mother’s hand. He turned back to the two middle-aged women, who stood in equal parts indignation and shock that some skinny, baby-faced brat would interrupt them.

“If you ever hurt (Y/N) in any way… if you harm her ever again, Clan Kuzuryu will have something to say about it.” He spoke plainly, clearly practiced in using the Kuzuryu name to enforce his will wether he liked to invoke it or not. The anger inside him was barely contained, but for (Y/N)’s sake, he did in fact contain it. Her mothers’ inner gears turned, a thought processing in their cruel minds. There was a clear ...Oh shit moment of comprehension, of recognition at the name Kuzuryu, and they turned, begrudgingly returning to their car.

Staring them down until the car was out of view, he finally let his guard down, inhaling deeply for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. He fell to his knees on the concrete beside her, throwing his arms around her trembling shoulders. He knew he wasn’t the best at this, that he was hugging her because that’s what he saw in romance movies, because that’s what his instincts told him to do, but at this moment it didn’t matter. He just wanted to touch her. He’d been wanting to touch her like this, more firmly, with something more meaningful than hand-holding, for a while now. Peko stood in a wide-legged stance, shielding the kneeled couple from the street view, offering some sliver of privacy.

(Y/N) began to weep freely again. She drenched Fuyuhiko’s soft vest, humiliated beyond compare. She’d never been publicly shamed and embarrassed this badly, and it was so much worse that it was he who witnessed her greatest moment of weakness. She began to go into a coughing fit, trying to rip herself from Fuyuhiko’s grip so he wouldn’t catch sight of the cursed petals she was about to hack up. Fuyuhiko mistook her struggle and coughs for a panic attack, or maybe just her crying even harder, and merely hugged her tighter. He wasn’t good with words and feared he never would be, so he wanted, for now, just to hold her tight like this.

When she pushed with all of her strength on his ribcage, a clear sign this time, he made a whine of concern and released her. Her body spasming, she clutched her throat as a bloody pile of what appeared to him to be satin red rose petals exited her throat and fell to the sidewalk with a wet splosh. Some of the splatter bounced back up onto her shirt and his, staining little red dots onto their pristine uniforms. With a groan, (Y/N) fell forward, eyes glazed over, and her world went black against the bracing of Fuyuhiko’s chest.

♔

Fuyuhiko and Peko waited dutifully in the waiting area of the school’s infirmary. Fuyuhiko had stopped his tirade on Mikan, and was now pacing back and forth apprehensively. It had taken quite a bit of screaming and threatening from Fuyuhiko and some reassurance from Peko to get the nervous nurse to break her promise and tell all. Praying to herself that (Y/N) would forgive her, she explained the ongoing Hanahaki and her part in concealing the extent of the illness from the rest of the students. Fuyuhiko rushed her, skipping through the boring parts to get the real important shit:

(Y/N) had romantic feelings for him?

She’d gotten herself sick over her feelings… for him?

How could she be cured?

Once he found out this information, he felt that usual, familiar feeling of fury welling up under his skin again. The moment Mikan announced that (Y/N) was now awake in the patient room, he barged in, nearly making (Y/N) fall off the thin cot she was on. She looked weak but stabilized by Mikan’s intervention.

“Fuyuhi- !” She began, but he cut her off instantly. No way was she getting the first word in after what she put herself, and him through.

“You fuckin’ moron!” He pointed an accusatory finger at her, a vein in his forehead popping.

“What did I d- ?”

“Tell me how you feel about me!” Her eyes went wide, and she realized in an instant that Mikan had spilled the beans.

“Now w-wait, hold on n- !”

“Tell me how you feel, right! now!” He countered, a stern foot stomp punctuating his words.

“You can’t jus- ”

“Tell me, asshole!” His peachy round baby face was quickly turning crimson in color.

“Okay! I- !” She stuttered, heart pounding. “I have feelings for you, okay?! I like you as more than just as a friend! I want to be with you more and more, and do things friends don’t do! I don’t wanna be your friend anymore, I wanna be- !”

Fuyuhiko rushed toward her, grabbing the sides of her slightly sunken-in cheeks and forcing his lips onto hers. He groaned, tilting his head slightly, inexperienced but passionate. He meant this kiss with everything he had. (Y/N), feeling like her body had died and gone to heaven, relaxed, and melted into his touch. If this was a dream, why fight it? It was exactly what she wanted. Shaky hands reached up to grab his vest and pull him in deeper. After what felt like an eternity to her, he pulled away, gasping for air like some love-struck little boy. He figured that’s what he must look like to her anyway, and it stung his pride, but some things were more important.

“You’ve got some nerve almost letting yourself killed over something so stupid…” He wiped his moistened lips, plumped by the blood flow, onto his sleeve.

“S-stupid…?” She croaked, eyes shiny with fresh tears. Was he saying what she thought he was?

“Aw, c’mon now… don’t start cryin’ again… I can’t take it.” He approached her again, hugging her flush against his chest. This time, she didn’t resist, not one bit.

“So you… you mean you feel the same way?” She spoke hopefully, feeling fresh air enter her lungs without the sting of pain for the first time in a while. Was she… getting better? He shook his head, rolling his eyes at her question. The answer should be obvious, in his mind...

“What do you think, nerd?” He bent down, landing a swift flick of punishment onto her clammy forehead, before gently covering the spot with his lips.

#fuyuhiko x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #angst #fluff #x reader #reader insert #y/n #hanahaki disease #danganronpa fanfiction #danganronpa imagines #oneshot #writing commission #commissions open #danganronpa x reader #SFW #friends to lovers #daganronpa imagines #danganronpa scenarios #peko pekoyama #fem!reader #s/o #hanahaki #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #ultimate shsl #danganronpa v3 #fanfiction #danganronpa headcanons

[hopes-peak-postal-company]

✉ letter archive

(last updated: dec. 4, 2021; 2:52 am - gmt+8)

letters by mod tsumugi:

a confession letter from mikan (dr2; named; f!reader)

sayaka's letter to you (dr1; gn!reader)

gundham's confession letter (dr2; named; f!reader)

a confession letter directly from kiibo (drv3; named; f!reader)

sou's farewell (yttd; gn!reader)

chiaki wants to say thank you! (dr2; gn!reader)

kokichi confesses through letter (drv3; gn!reader)

letters by mod shuichi:

a letter from rantaro on his travels (drv3; gn!reader)

letters by mod mikan:

a letter from shuichi for his s/o to read whenever they're feeling down! (drv3; gn!reader)

letters by mod hajime:

a letter from azul (twst; gn!reader)

idia's love letter to you (twst; gn!reader)

a letter from leona (twst; gn!reader)

letters by mod sonia:

a comfort letter from yandere!shuichi (drv3; gn!reader)

a letter from sonia has arrived! (dr2; gn!reader)

a letter from rantaro to his pregnant s/o (drv3; gn!reader)

letters by mod akane:

a comfort letter from bakugou katsuki (bnha; sfw; named; fem!reader)

#navi #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #super danganronpa 2 #new danganronpa v3 #daganronpa 2 #danganronpa v3 #sdr2 #ndrv3 #dr2 #drv3 #your turn to die #kimi ga shine #yttd #kgs #twisted wonderland #twst

[hope-bagel-imagines]

waIT WHAT IF ITS THE DARK DEVAS FAULT

~Mod Gundham

#not an imagine #not an ask #mod gundham #daganronpa

[ultimateclownimagines]

can i request something you want to write? 💕💕💕

Well, I have this little idea that Mod Makoto and I have been working on for a while. It’s our own take on the plot of Danganronpa V3, so here’s this little thing that I have written out that I may continue later on.

- Mod Chiaki

The room of the Ultimate Mythologist opened up on the first day, right across from the Ultimate Pianists Laboratory. The door looked old and the wood was chipped, but within the chips were obvious signs of cement; a sturdy rock to make sure the door was kept in place. When a person would enter the room, it would be filled with statues and books from top to bottom, the area would be almost a replica of ancient Greece with statues of gods and goddess standing across from each other. This world looked just like a fantasy, maybe even a dream. It was as if fresh air was let in for the first time, although, Girisha knew that it was probably some front that Monokuma put up for her.

Exploring her lab, she came across a book along her dozens of shelves that looked more knew than the rest of the books. Curious, Girisha reached up and pulled out the book to look over. A thick book with a black and white hardcover; this book was obviously new. For one thing, the rest of the books were either scrolls, thousands of years old, or loose leaf paper; for another thing, this one clearly had the words ‘GIRISHA GO’ written in bright pink, comic sans font. Curious, Girisha opened the book and began flipping through the pages, but what was weird about the book was that all of the pages were blank until a small, black and white USB flash drive fell from the book onto the stone paved floor.

“What am I supposed to do with this?��� She sighs to herself, picking up the USB with her tanned and calloused fingers, holding it up to examine with her pale, amethyst eyes. Looking back towards the book, she scrunches up her nose noticing that the paged area where the whole was stuck for the USB to be left in held a small piece of paper. Blowing some teal, baby hairs out of her face, Girisha opens up the piece of paper with a confused glint.

‘Congratulations! You are officially one of the five sub-Masterminds of the Killing School Semester! Girisha Go, the Ultimate Mythologist, there is much for you to learn, but you’ll soon remember everything in a little while! Farthar into your lab, you will notice that there is an adjoining door to another room! Watch the USB on the laptop in the area with the others, and then we can begin the Semester!

Monokuma

PS. Try to be better about being cute

“Be cute…?” Girisha scoffs, adjusting the giant scroll on her back, “Like anybody could be cute in this hell hole…” But that wasn’t the most confusing part of the message, scanning back over the letter, Girisha mutters another question, “Killing… School… Semester…?” Taking off the giant scroll, Girisha follows what the piece of paper tells her walking farther into her laboratory, only to come across a stained glass door with a different color of the rainbow on each end panel, “What even is this place?”

Pushing the door forward, Girisha is met with eight pairs of eyes all staring at her with confusion. Putting on her best childlike smile, Girisha gave a large wave, making her voice go a few octaves higher, “Hi, guys! How’s it going?” The other four people give her suspicious looks as she sits down in a chair. The room is not what you would expect it to be, bright blue walls, cozy loveseat couches, leather, recliner chairs, a glass ceiling that shows the bright sunlight. This is definitely some sort of lounge, but for what purpose?

“Is that all of us?” A peach haired girl asked curiously, looking around the room. Four girls, one boy, interesting match up, “I guess we should start with introductions then?”

“Do you guys not know each other already?” Girisha tilts her head and bats her eyes as cutely as possible.

“Well, my note said to wait until the cute girl with teal hair walks in, and then I should lead into the introductions.” She says with a small smile, “I’m Mari Kudo, the Ultimate Puppeteer!”

“Your note had a weird sidebar too?” The boys asks from his place leaned against the wall. A tall boy wearing an all white suit and a ten gallon hat. A cowboy maybe? The boy was buff and his dark hair contrasted his suit, “...I’m Talon Kane.” He states plainly, holding up his note, “The sidebar on my note says I’m not allowed to state my Ultimate Talent.”

“Strange…” A gypsy looking girl curls a pale finger under chin, “I guess everybody else got a little bit of an idea of why we’re all here…” She calmly shrugs her shoulders, flipping a card over on the table, “Well, my, my, this person does amaze me…” She hums to herself, holding up a purple card with the Chariot Arcana upright, “The Chariot stands for a positive encounter in our future, I’m assuming this is what it is talking about,” Laying the card down, she looks up at the rest of the group.

“What’s your name, gypsy?” Talon spat, giving the pale girl an eye. Not much of her could be seen behind the orange headdress she was wearing. Her eyes curl up in what looks like a smile, an almost ruthless one.

“I’m not a gypsy. I am Sensha Yomu, I am the Ultimate Tarot Reader,” She gives a small bow to the rest of the group, going back to her black speckled cards, “I don’t usually use new decks when I’m in new situation, but the paper told me that I would be presently surprised if I used them.”

“Why’re we putting so much stock in a damn note?” The gruffer girl asks, setting down a tray of what looked like liquors.

“Are you insane!?” Talon shouts, “We’re underage!”

“Only in America. In Japan, eighteen is the legal age of adulthood,” She states calmly, plopping down in the chair, “Seiki Katagiri, Ultimate Bartender.”

“Let me guess, your note told you to serve us,” Sensha smiles too kindly at Seiki who stiffens at the comment.

“S-So what!? It’s what I do!” Her mahogany eyes are darting all over the place showing how flustered she is feeling.

“What about you?” Mari blinks her rounded blue eyes. A dark sapphire, maybe? Girisha wasn’t sure, she shook her head to focus on what was going on around her.

“Oh! I’m Girisha Go! I’m the Ultimate Mythologist!” She coos, making sure her cute act wasn’t readable, “It’s nice to meet you all!~”

“Yeah, yeah, what did your note say?” Hanada was not having any of this cute act as he peers over at her. Girisha continues to smile at him, shrugging her shoulders.

“Put in this USB drive into the laptop!” She informs them, bouncing to her feet, walking over to the laptop that had been lounging on the fancy, glass table nearby. Once situated, every person surrounded Girisha to peer at what the laptop would hold. For five people who had no idea what was going on, they were all strangely calm about the situation at hand.

Girisha pressed the play button gently and a bright light flashed in front of all them, filling their minds with the memories that they could not remember.

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So, Girisha and Sensha are essentially my Danganronpa OC’s and Mari and Seiki are Mod Makoto’s. We both made Talon as a gag, but then we fell in love with him after a while! The idea of the for the most part is our original idea other than everything that is owned by the Danganronpa franchise. I hope those was up to your liking! Thank you for asking for an original piece!

Best,

Mod Chiaki

#danganronpa imagine #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa headcanon #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa v3 #mod post #danganronpa oc #daganronpa ship #danganronpa ships #v3 imagines #v3 imagine

[dangan-your-ronpa-imagines-blog]

AU IDEA #5

Everything’s the same but Kaede Akamatsu is the Ultimate Boxer

That’s my jam folks, sweet cute girls that could beat your ass

Now if we’re talking about a non-killing game AU I bet my guts her coach/trainer was Juzo Sakakura. She looks up to him so much and feels like she owes him everything. He’s damn proud of her

She strikes fast for a knockout at the first chance she sees. She’s so cheerful and outgoing that it’s difficult to believe she’s the Ultimate Boxer until you see her fighting and witness just how fast and brutal she is. In every interview she charms everyone with her attitude and mere presense.

Her first fight was something that no one would ever forget. The fight was the longest she had ever be in. She had a black eye, bloody nose, bruises on her arms and torso, her legs were close to collapsing, but she kept standing until the very end when she finished her opponent with a powerful right hook.

Now, the important question. Does our little piano freak still lives within our little... boxing freak?

drums please...

Not completely.

She doesn’t play it, even though she would like to learn, she doesn’t have the time, but she really likes to hear it while training and before a fight, it puts her at ease. Her favorite songs are Clair De Lune and The Flea Waltz. : )

#mod kaede #au idea #danganronpa au #kaede akamatsu #juzo sakakura #ndrv3 #drv3 #not a request #not an ask #new daganronpa v3 #new danganronpa v3 killing harmony #drv3 imagines #danganronpa #talentswap