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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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Could I ask for how the V3 boys would react to finding out their hope filled sweet s/o is the mastermind of the killing game and what makes worse is that they're the ultimate hope so for their s/o to be the mastermind of something so despair filled and have the title ultimate hope is completely crushing and we'll despairful!! Hope this isn't to much!

Dw! It’s not too much, it’s despairingly beautiful to consider haha

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Kiibo

No...that couldn’t be possible! You, the Ultimate Hope, were the mastermind of this terrible killing game?!!

His inner voice kept telling him that hope was the only way forward--and you were the embodiment of said hope, always encouraging everyone and helping them survive the trials.

So he loved you..believed in you..and now....?

He feels devastated and betrayed that you kept this all under a sweet and kind façade.

It doesn’t help when you unveil Kiibo’s status as the “surrogate” for the audience outside. But you promised you gave him that role out of love.

Shuichi

His heart absolutely shattered at the revelation.

It was worse than learning Kaede was framed..worse than discovering this world was fictional..

You--someone he loved, trusted, and confided in--ended up being the very enemy he swore to defeat for the sake of everyone who died.

He couldn’t understand how your hope managed to orchestrate this whole despair-inducing ordeal.

You do pity him, though, explaining you kept him alive because you truly did love him and felt terrible he had to find out this way.

But with all the lies he’s been told..he refuses to believe you this time.

Rantaro

How ironic..the Ultimate Hope was the mastermind of the 53rd killing game.

Yeah, the reveal of the previous one was a shock, but that was nothing compared to this horrifying reveal.

He only sighs, admitting he did have his suspicions. Yet he thought he could believe in you if nobody else.

With a title similar to the one who led survivors to victory...who wouldn’t?

Instead of victory, it feels like utter defeat, even when you’re executed in the end.

Gonta

“No...s/o cannot be mastermind! P-Please say they’re lying, s/o!!”

As much as your beloved gentle giant pleads, however, the expression on your face speaks for itself.

“...I’m sorry, Gonta..”

He can’t believe it. He refuses to. He still thinks you’re a good person and you didn’t actually want to do this.

His stubbornness in accepting the reality frustrates you, as you wonder why he still saw good in you even after revealing your crimes to everyone.

Kaito

Like Gonta, he’d be outraged that someone he loved was the mastermind, even berating the others for even suggesting that.

But as Shuichi pieces everything together, and how it all connects to you, the astronaut can only turn to you in hurt.

“S/o....I-I believed in you..and I still do! I just...w-why would you put us through all of this?!”

Regardless of your motives, he still wants to believe in you. That it wasn’t too late to change and end this killing game.

You think he’s dumb as hell for sticking to that kind of mindset--even as his words bring you to tears.

Kokichi

He did have his suspicions as he started wandering off and poking around the academy.

Though it’s no-less shocking when you admit the truth right as he lies about being the mastermind.

Yep, hearing your boyfriend say that out loud just made you angry. And your tongue slipped big time.

At first he’s in disbelief, but it wasn’t a lie. It was painful truth that came straight from your heart.

You only confessed so the survivors didn’t target him and hate him even more than they already did.

He has no words..only giving you back the Exisal remote after you state you’ll reveal everything in one last trial.

Ryoma

He’ll probably have to hear your confession once..twice..no...three times before it finally sinks in.

You’re the mastermind..the one who put him into this game..and fabricated his whole story into something horrible and twisted.

It really shakes him deep down, because you were the reason he kept surviving this long. You’re the whole reason he even lived now. Your hope inspired him.

But for that same hope to be the cause of all this suffering?

As much as it hurts...he can’t forgive you for that.

Korekiyo

The revelation is certainly shocking.

But at the same time..it’s despairingly beautiful to him.

He did think your sweet personality was aloof to some degree, granted his observational skills.

It goes to show that humanity is truly unpredictable and terrifying--you’re a prime example of that.

What cruel irony...the hope you embodied turned out to be the motive for this game.

Even so he’s quite somber about voting for your execution. He truly did love you, and prays he’ll meet you in the afterlife one day.

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war-of-the-words · 4 years

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Stuck in the Balance - Part 1

Summary: It wasn't exactly willing but Shinichi thought he could handle the job. Kaito was surprised that out of everyone he was chosen to take on the role. At least they both have some life lines. And maybe... each other? It's just my take on a Life and Death AU I'm just bad at summaries. Written Oct 2018 Next Part>> Read on AO3

The balance of Life and Death is a fragile thing. That’s the only rule that has stayed consistent in Shinichi’s years of holding his title: the apprentice of Death himself. Of course, it is a title that not many would want to hold, not that many could in the first place. The only reason Shinichi was able to was because of some deal that the Kudou line had made hundreds of years ago due to their uncanny ability to meet the requirements.

He actually found that the day-to-day routine was quite boring. It didn’t help that many people that he used to be friends with had to believe that he was dead. Well, he technically was, but only because of the amount of time he had spent around Death and the dead.

As he headed to his post for the day, welcoming the dead that had joined them overnight, he spotted a girl that he had come to know well. Ran had been the first person that he had personally escorted alone. She was a sweet girl and he had trouble trying to decipher why she had met her end when she did. Her fiance had decided that he didn’t truly want to marry her on the day before their wedding day and had lashed out violently instead of trying to talk it out with her. Shinichi had a feeling that if he had met her before the whole Death’s apprentice thing had taken over his life, she would have had a very different person prepared to marry her. However, such relationships were forbidden between him and the dead, so he would settle for the friendship they had found. He shot her a quick smile and a wave, which were returned, before allowing his work persona to take over.

Shinichi entered the processing area to a scene of a few older women attempting to console a few children that were crying out for their parents. He took a deep breath. Today was going to be a long day.

-<3-

Kaito tended to enjoy his post as the apprentice of Life. Everyday was the constant work of creating something out of nothing, which helped keep his usual boredom at bay. The only regular complaint he had was the small issue of beings that took other’s lives.

He often came to resent them because they added more work to his usual schedule by making them have to take the time to send the dead’s file to, well, Death so that the official report could be made. He didn’t mind when beings died naturally of a sickness or old age because those files would automatically transfer. Don’t misunderstand that he doesn’t care--any loss of life was a reason to mourn--just those that were ‘natural’ didn’t add to his usual work load.

When he was first appointed into his title, he questioned why Life and Death even needed apprentices. Life gave him some long, convoluted answer that basically boiled down to the fact that even though they were semi-immortal beings, they could never ignore their own existence and the forces that they were in control of.

They had to, every century or so, go to Fate to be released from their titles and become mortals together, and eventually they would come to live together for eternity in Death’s realm. From his instruction, he knew that most mortal souls eventually faded, but, due to their complicated existence, not many beings that had previously held the titles of Life and Death had. Kaito easily accepted the answer. It was hard to ignore the balance that their continued existence, for the past however many years, relied on holding.

Kaito had only met the other apprentice once. Their usual messenger was unable to carry the files so they were sent to a common ground to exchange the necessary reports. When he had arrived in the cafe in the mortal world that had been agreed upon, Kaito was very easily able to identify the other. There was just something otherworldly in the other boy’s presence. Kaito found his bright blue eyes striking in the sense that he would never have thought that something so lively could ever be associated with something as dull as death.

If Kaito was honest with himself, the quick meeting left a lot to be desired. He really wanted to get to know the person behind the quick “here,” “thanks,” and the coffee order he had overheard. He didn’t even know the other’s name.

Kaito sighed as the list of creations for the day formed on his desk. Time to get to work.

-<3-

Shinichi had found some free time in his day and quickly made his way out to where Ran usually spent her time. Shinichi liked filling his free time by talking with the dead. It wasn’t uncommon to see him talking to Ran anytime he had a little free time and interacting with others when he had a bit more.

Ran was about the age he was when he left to take the apprentice role. In fact, she kind of reminded him of one of his friends. She was kind of hot-headed, but once you had earned her trust there was a kind of fierce loyalty that Shinichi didn’t think would let anyone ever break a promise they made to her.

“Ran!”

Shinichi saw her look up from whatever she was doing and give him one of her customary smiles. “Hello, Shinichi. It’s nice to see you.”

Shinichi took a second to plop down in the grass next to her before responding. “It’s been a few days, I think, maybe a week, since we last had the chance to talk. What have you been up to?”

Ran looked at him almost appraisingly for a second, “I’ve been with the others recently. I even went to a couple of those parties that you are always complaining about. It wasn’t that bad, a couple of the others did get a bit rowdy, but it was easy to break them up and calm them down.”

“I never really took you as a party-going kind of person.”

“There’s a lot about me that you don’t know yet, Shinichi.” She smiled and laid back so she was staring at the sky, and Shinichi leaned back to join her.

It was something that seemed odd when Shinichi’s first moved to Death’s realm, but the ability to see the stars from here no longer fazed him. Death had explained that the folktales where humans had assumed his realm was underground were odd--something so big could obviously only be in another dimension.

Of course, it took some time for Shinichi himself to accept that it was, so whenever he thought about the conversation it was usually in a sarcastic tone.

Things were silent for a minute and Shinichi had just started to locate some of the still visible constellations when Ran spoke up again. “Shinichi, do you ever think about what would be the difference if we had met before I died? What will happen to you when I eventually fade?”

Shinichi took a moment to look at her before responding. “Sometimes. But if you fade before I give up this position it would only be a few years of remembering that you existed. Why do you ask?”

“Sonoko faded last night.”

A rush of understanding passed through Shinichi. Sonoko was the girl that Ran had confided in almost immediately when she first arrived in Death’s realm. Sonoko was the girl that encouraged Ran to open up to people after she arrived.

It wasn’t hard to see why Ran was so suddenly worried

-<3-

Kaito was forced to step away from his growing list of work when Lady Luck arrived to talk. Lady Luck was one of the few beings that he now knew existed that he had believed in before he had joined them. The current Lady Luck was a girl named Aoko.

Kaito was pretty sure that Aoko as a human girl during her time on earth was somewhat of a spit-fire. She lost her temper easily and tended to refer to herself in the third-person when she became extremely upset. She was also the only person that Kaito could really consider a friend since he got to the “other world.” Though, that was partially because most of the realms were kept separate from one another, and partially due to the fact that he was rarely invited to the bigger meet-ups because of his status of apprentice.

“Hey, Kaito?”

“What’s up Aoko?” He spun around in his chair to see said woman walking into his office.

“I-I just wanted to chat for a bit. I’ve heard some rumors going around and I kind of wanted to know if you had heard any of them.”

Kaito took a moment to think about the more recent rumors and was hard pressed to think of any that had been circulating since the last time Aoko had talked to him about rumors. “The one that Death’s apprentice is dating that dead human girl?”

Aoko giggled a little bit before replying, “No not that one. Good guess though. I actually went and talked to that girl the other day.” she took a second to give kaito a suggestive look, “They aren’t dating. So your so-called destined partner isn’t cheating on you. Don’t worry.”

Kaito felt his face warm up. He didn’t really understand why so many people in the Other realm liked to think about Life and Death as destined romantic partners. It was a common conception in the human realm as well which made him wonder if it had some truth behind it, but that didn’t mean that the idea wasn’t embarrassing.

“I’m talking about the rumor that fate is getting ready to commence the passing ceremony.” At that statement Kaito took a second to remind himself to breathe. The passing ceremony. The hour that it would take for her to cast a few spells that would send the current Life and Death to earth and give the apprentices the full range of their duties.

He officially only had a week and a half to get to know the rest of his duties and come to an agreement of some kind with the other apprentice, may it be an agreement of toleration, friends, lovers, enemies, or solitude.

#short fic #kudou shinichi #kudo shinichi #kuroba kaito #kaishin #kudou shinichi/kuroba kaito #dcmk #player 1

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imagine--drv3 · 7 years

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May I ask for the boys hearing their s/o singing for the first time? Thank you, and I'm sorry if this has been done before lol

I was so excited to do this request, it’s adorable!!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Shinguuji’s discovery of your talents was a hugely cliche situation. But, since you were the kind of person to keep your voice to yourself, it was unlikely to happen any other way...

You were taking a shower and happened to forget Shinguuji was in the next room. So, of course, you let loose.

Shinguuji had never heard your singing before, and at first, he thought it wasn’t even you. Edging closer to the bathroom door, he leaned in and started theorizing.

Perhaps you had bought a new speaker? Were you listening to some a capella youtube cover?

But no, it... seemed to be your voice.

Shinguuji was the kind of person to take new information in stride. There were hardly ever moments where he felt taken aback.

And yet, standing in front of the bathroom door that day, he was genuinely surprised.

Since when did you have such an operatic voice??

He couldn’t help but listen until your voice faded and the water trickling down the drain ebbed away.

Then, he calmly raised his hands and started clapping.

Your surprised squeak only encouraged him. He stood there, clapping for you, until you hesitantly opened the door.

“Human beings sure are wonderful,” he sighed, looking at you fondly. “Some more so than others.”

Rantarou Amami

As Rantarou waited for your return, he balled his wet rag up and heaved a deep sigh.

He was too sick to leave his bed, and worse, he couldn’t sleep a wink. He felt completely tired out; his burning throat and woozy head were all he could focus on. Groaning weakly, he pushed the rag back onto his forehead and tried to clear his mind.

You must have heard his groan; the door creaked open quietly, and Rantarou could see you peering into the room. He grinned at you, but to you, it seemed more like a grimace.

“Can’t sleep?” You asked him, sitting at the edge of his bed.

“No.” Rantarou feebly reached for your hand, seeking comfort. You took it and ran your thumb over his skin, hoping to soothe him somewhat. This time, his smile seemed more peaceful and genuine.

After a few moments of sitting in silence, you had an idea. You cleared your throat and tried to pick something lovely...

“Lullaby, and good night, in the skies stars are bright...”

Rantarou’s eyes flew open as his entire face lit up. This was the first time he’d heard you sing... and you had such a pretty voice

You continued your lullaby, letting go of his hand to stroke his hair instead. His breathing gradually slowed... soon enough, he completely relaxed into the pillows, a content smile lingering on his face.

You stayed by his side until sleep overtook you, too.

Kokichi Ouma

“Hey hey, let’s go check that out!!” Ouma exclaimed, pointing at a karaoke bar that had just opened on your street.

“We can’t go everywhere you decide to go on a whim, you know,” you said, but he was already long gone, pulling you towards the building with the focused determination of a dog going after a treat.

So, you gave up and followed him inside. You were used to following him into unplanned excursions, anyway.

“What shall we sing?!” Ouma flipped through the choices rapidly. “Can you hit high notes or low ones? We have to sing something they won’t expect. Let’s try for that one American song, the one people compare to the ogre!”

“No.” You said firmly. “Please, anything but that.”

“Aaaaaaanything?” he repeated, batting his eyelashes.

"...I already know what song you want me to do, so let’s just get this over with.”

“Hah!” Ouma pumps his fist in the air and pushes you towards the DJ. “Go, make me proud!”

“Wait, you’re not coming with me??” You turned back, but he was already gone.

So, rolling your eyes, you went through the queue and found yourself at the edge of the stage. Ouma stared up at you with practical stars in his eyes. Knowing him, he was probably actually hoping you’d fall on your face or something.

Oh, well. You decided to make the best of it, since he was having so much fun.

“Yo listen up, here’s a story. About a little guy who lives in a blue world...”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Ouma’s jaw drop, and you knew why. You actually sounded really good.

Winking at him, you played into the atmosphere, dramatically posing and dancing along to the song. “Blue his house, with a blue little window and a blue corvette...”

Ouma cheered you on for the rest of the song, bouncing up and down with glee. You finished with a flourish of your wrist, grinning down at your boyfriend with satisfaction. For once, you’d managed to surprise him.

As soon as you were off the stage, he flung himself into your arms. “That’s it. We’re perfect for each other. I’m never letting you go.”

He didn’t even try to pretend he was lying.

Shuuichi Saihara

Saihara already knew you could play the piano. It was one of his favorite things to listen to.

You weren’t perfect; you were never a child prodigy, you had to work hard with your playing. Even so, listening to you practice made him happy. You were so determined to keep going until you had mastered each piece that you would play it over and over, never giving up!

But he didn’t know that you also had a talent for singing until he heard you accompanying the piano with your voice

He had been in the next room over, absentmindedly flipping through an old book, when your voice floated through the quiet house.

“What can I share... with... you? To show my love... is... true?”

He knew your voice was lovely, but your singing was something else. Without even thinking about it, he stood and followed the sound to the next room...

“To show my love... is... true?”

Seemingly caressing the keys, your eyes remained closed as you poured over the piano, rocking in time to the music. The memory of the melody was imprinted into your fingertips... you knew exactly where to play without needing to see the keys. Saihara was enraptured; he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Love’s all we need... to... share...”

Your voice was sweet, but firm; each note seemed to dance and shimmer over your heads.

“To show how much... we... care,” you finished.

Slowly opening your eyes, you were surprised to find Saihara standing in the doorway, tears spilling down his cheeks.

He would never forget the first time he heard you sing. Never.

Kaito Momota

"Happy biiiiirthdaaaaay toooo yooooou..! Happy biiiirthdaaaay toooooooooo you...!”

Momota played along with you, grinning and rocking back and forth while you waved a cupcake in front of his face.

“Haaaaaappy biiiiiiiiiirthdaaaaaay deeeeeeaaaar Moooomotaaaaaaaa...!”

He pretended to lunge for the treat, and you responded by caking his nose with icing.

Dissolving into giggles at his shocked, sugary face, you somehow managed to finish the last verse.

“Haaappy biiiirthdaaaay tooooo yoooooooouuuu...!”

“I can’t believe I played right into your hands...!” Momota hung his head, pouting over-dramatically. You kept giggling, and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.

“Didn’t I tell you I would give you something sweet?” You teased him.

“Yeah, but I was thinking you would give it to me instead of smearing it over my nose.” He complained. You only shrugged, smiling ‘innocently’.

“Let’s back up for a moment, though,” he grabbed your wrist, his eyes shining with excitement. “I didn’t know you could sing..!”

“Can’t everyone?” You replied.

“Baaaaaaaabe...” He went back to pouting. “You know what I mean! Your voice is so nice... it’s like, strong, but not forceful... y’know?”

“Awh, thanks.” You took his compliment, genuinely pleased. “I’m glad you think so.”

Can you sing something else for me?” He asked enthusiastically.

“Sure! You just have to do me one favor.”

“What’s that?”

“Wipe the frosting off of your face already. I can’t take you seriously at all.”

He started laughing, and you couldn’t help joining in.

“Alright, alright. To hear that again? No sweat. It’s a promise!”

Kiibo

It wasn’t long before Kiibo heard you sing for the first time. It was a beautiful day, one you didn’t want to waste, so you convinced Kiibo to go on a drive with you.

With the windows rolled down and the radio turned up, you burst into song right then and there. Kiibo glanced over at you with a puzzled look, but focused on driving.

“Kiibo!” You hold your hand out of the window, letting the breeze flow around your skin. “Sing with me!”

“No, I do not sing. You should enjoy yourself, though,” Kiibo answered politely.

“Come on, party pooper! You’re missing out!” You aren’t too bothered, though. The next song that comes on happens to be one of your favorites, so you let out a loud cheer.

Kiibo smiles at you and listens to you sing for the rest of the drive. When you finally pull into your destination, he waits patiently for the song to finish before turning off the car.

“So?” You pretended to hold a mic in front of his mouth. “What’s the verdict? Will I make it to the next round, or are my Idol dreams forever destined to be crushed?”

He taps his chin. “Well, you went flat on some of the lower notes, but your upper range is really strong. I think with the right song choice, you could -”

You whack his arm. “Hey, I wasn’t really asking you to judge me! Now my confidence is crushed. How can I possibly continue in this competition?”

He looks into your eyes and replies with total innocence. “You can continue because your voice makes me happy. I would listen to you forever, if you wanted me to.”

You weren’t expecting such a serious answer; with heat rising in your cheeks, you manage to stammer out that that would not be necessary,, thank you very much!

Kiibo nods. “Of course, it’s your decision. I’m glad I’m one step closer to knowing the person I love.”

You couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

Gonta Gokuhara

Your monthly hike was going very well. Gonta seemed happy with the wildlife around you (especially the bugs, of course), and you spent some time admiring the scenery. Sunlight was shining through patches of the forest, giving the whole area a holy and peaceful feeling.

Gonta was being the perfect gentleman to you, too, as always. His large hand was holding yours most of the time; he moved branches aside for you, helped you up some of the messier paths, and the two of you were having such a lovely time you felt happiness bubbling up inside you.

You started to hum a tune, an old favorite of yours. It caught Gonta’s attention; he tilted his head and asked, “What is that?”

“It’s one of my favorite songs!” you replied.

“Really? How does it go?” he asked, completely abandoning the hike to stop and listen to you.

“Well - hold on.” you drink some of your water and clear your throat. “Okay, it goes like...”

Gonta was looking so expectant you felt a bit nervous, but you managed to sing it anyway.

“Hush... now... I see a light in the sky... Oh, it’s almost blinding me... I can’t believe I’ve been touched by an angel with love...”

When you finish, Gonta has the biggest smile. “That was so amazing! Wow!” In his enthusiasm, he pulled you into an (almost literally) crushing hug. “You’re incredible!”

You wheeze laugh and return the hug. “That’s so sweet of you, Gonta. Thanks!”

“Promise me I’ll get to hear you sing again?” he asked.

“Of course!” Anything for him. “I promise.”

Ryouma Hoshi

Singing along to your usual playlist, you got started on the kitchen floor. With each beat of the music, you swept the broom back and forth, imagining it was a mic stand.

With the music blaring through the apartment, you didn’t notice Hoshi unlocking the door, and you didn’t notice him stare at you as you started to really get into it. Tossing your hair back and forth, you started to really belt into the broom handle.

“Whoa, well I never meant to brag, but I've gotten what I wanted noooow..!”

Hoshi’s expression softened. You were having so much fun, there was no way he could ruin the moment...

Backing out of the doorway, he closed the door behind him and leaned into it. He could still hear you really wailing over the music, and could tell you were still dancing to the beat. The floor was thumping, and you were starting to get out of breath. But that didn’t surprise him; when it came to the things you loved, you really gave 110%. You inspired him to be a better version of himself, because you always pushed yourself to do better...

He was snapped out of his thoughts when the song ended. Shaking his head, he once more stepped into the apartment, this time making sure to call your name before your next song began.

“How was your day?” you asked cheerfully.

“Not too great, unfortunately.” He paused. “But you know, something made it a lot better just now.”

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drv3-and-imagines · 7 years

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The Boys Trying to Flirt with Kirumi

Rantaro Amami

He always liked Kirumi’s charm. She was so professional and dutiful, her hard work and dedication was definitely admirable. Kirumi was efficient when it came to taking care of others, something Amami related to with his countless sisters

He enjoyed her company and tried to encourage her to take breaks after working so hard. But she would refuse every time, stating that “duty comes before self” and he saw it like a game, teasing for her to take a well earned hour of relaxation. Although she appreciated his attempts and saw his point she didn’t need any breaks, she was fine.

The teasing had got to him. He really wanted her to take a break and he wanted to share that time with her. He really wanted to make her a full course meal to thank her for all her hard work and then some. Maybe even a little more... He went for it.

“Hey, take a break!” It was the same old thing. “You know the answer to that Amami.” He paused and clasped his hands behind his back. “How about I rephrase it: will you take a break to go out with me?”.

That was new. Kirumi smiled politely. “You know the answer to that as well.”

Ouch.

Kokichi Ouma

Ouma hung off Kirumi like a doll. He loved her company and was infamous for calling her ‘Mom’. Every time she would deny it and that nickname would only ring louder in her ears. Having Ouma around was a thorn in her side but she really did think of him like a child and allowed it.

However Ouma wanted more than just that mother and son relationship. He liked her a great deal. Not in a romantic sense but he liked her a lot as a person. And he liked trying to get a reaction out of her. A look of bewilderment or how she tried to stifle a laugh; he liked seeing her break that mature persona.

But something he hasn’t yet tried was flirting with her. He wondered if she would get flustered or angry... you won’t know until you find out! And boy did he want to find out.

So he skipped up to her per usual as she stood just outside of the dormitories and layed it on thick. “Hey hey! Kirumi! You know how I call you Mom all the time?”

She inhaled sharply. She knew something was coming and she needed to prepare herself for it. “Yes, why?”

“How about I call you my girlfriend instead?”

Kirumi smiled and bent herself at the hips to pat his head. “Maybe when you fit into men sizes we can talk about it.” That didn’t go like he planned but his teeth were sinking into his lower lip to prevent a sly grin. He didn’t know she had that side of her... He wasn’t complaining.

Kiibo

Kiibo always found Kirumi to be very nice. They never talked with one another excessively but she respected him being a robot and was careful with her words and he appreciated that. There were times where he would ask her what some things meant, like “updog”, because she would give an honest answer.

Miu, Ouma, and Kaito were trying to teach him what flirting was one day. Needless to say he was at a loss because as they used words like “with someone you love” or “when you like someone a lot”, he didn’t understand! He couldn’t feel those! So they rephrased it for him and said that “flirting was something you do with someone you find attractive to impress them”.

Thanks to that boiled down explanation he felt more capable of understanding it. Then they told him to test it out on someone. To which he got rather quiet, but stated that no one here was unattractive so his options were endless. “Just try it with Tojo or somethin’” The two boys agreed in unison and the peer pressure was really starting to get to him.

After a lot of ushering and motivational stage whispers, he shuffled towards her and proclaimed, “Miu, Ouma, and Kaito said I should try flirting with you! I think your eyes are a very attractive shade and your hair is well groomed!” He still didn’t fully understand. But after shooting the trio a dirty look she nodded towards him.

“Thank you Kiibo, that was very nice of you to say and I think your eyes are an attractive shade as well. Not to intrude but may I offer some advice? Don’t listen to what Miu, Ouma, and Kaito tell you to do when they plot with each other.”

He nodded and marched back towards the three obediently. It didn’t go bad and he learned one thing today.

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta thought Kirumi was very lady like! As a gentleman, Gonta wanted to have strong bonds with Kirumi! They understand each other’s manners very well! It makes Gonta happy!

Gonta likes to do little things for Kirumi! Like grab things that are on high shelves! Kirumi seems to get a little frustrated, but she thanks Gonta! Kirumi cannot be that mad at Gonta for helping!

Gonta likes to spend time with Kirumi when Kirumi is not working! Gonta likes to learn about Kirumi’s interests, but Kirumi says Kirumi’s only interests are in Kirumi’s job! But that’s okay! Gonta likes telling Kirumi about bugs and Kirumi listens! Until somebody asks Kirumi for help!

Gonta gathered up the courage to ask Kirumi for Kirumi’s hand! Kirumi gave Gonta Kirumi’s hand and Gonta kissed it like a true gentleman!

Kirumi didn’t mind it! But Kirumi politely asked Gonta to not do it again! Gonta said, “Thank you for letting me know.”!

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi was god awful with words. He stumbled over them and he always had to rehearse what he was going to say in his head before he said it aloud. He was much better with writing things down where he wasn’t able to stutter. Surprisingly, the same went for Kirumi. She was so professional, he felt like he needed to try extra hard to impress her. He wanted to seem like an actual detective with achievements to be proud of too.

Shuichi was always insecure about his title of SHSL detective, he didn’t feel as if his work was worth any value compared to anyone else’s. They were all so unique and he was something that belongs on Law and Order SVU. But Kirumi’s talent could be applied to most anything. Being a maid is a job that serves just about anyone, you could hear secrets about anything and you have eyes everywhere... A detective’s dream.

He would try to get closer to her through some small talk that he hoped would escalate. Sometimes it did and he would have fluent talks of the people she took care of; other times he spent 30 seconds talking with her about her day before someone came over and asked her to make food for them. He found the gesture kind of rude, but she had better things to do than talk to him.

He would write letter after letter after letter during their curfew, containing the exciting thoughts of her adventures in hopes that she would understand and they would have something to talk about. He got maybe two hours of sleep for two nights in a row as he tried to perfect his letters and make sure each meticulous detail of how much he respected her was inside. When no one was watching, he slipped them under her door and ignored her for three days afterwards to settle his anxious heart.

Kirumi came to Saihara and gave it to him straight: “These letters are amazing and your skill amazes me,” she confessed, “but I’m not this exciting. I’m only a maid, I clean and that’s all I do.” Somehow that made him feel better about himself.

Korekiyo Shinguji

As he was learning more and more about his class, Kirumi stood out like a sore thumb. But this sore thumb was a thing of beauty and wonder and he let her know it too. He would spend copious amounts of time with her, just watching her clean over a cup of earl grey that she had prepared for him. And he just watched. Every little flick of her wrist to the way she dusted off her pinafore. She was truly a sight to behold.

While she cleaned he would occasionally tell her about his findings about human behavior. He would tell her, “You’re different from the other girls. You have yourself together; you know your needs and your wants while the other girls in our class are still trying to find themselves, or perhaps someone to help them along the way, maybe even do it for them... But not you, Kirumi Tojo, you don’t need anyone to help you along. Maybe you even push people away because you feel like you’ve already found yourself. That’s how your different. Isn’t the diversity of human beings just so fascinating?”

She would hardly listen as she was devoured by her work. But she only seemed to listen when he mentioned her full name and even then she felt transparent, as if he could see right through her. It gave her the creeps.

One day he offered if he could study her more closely.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Shinguji?”

“I want to get closer.”

“Sorry, I have work to do.” And like that he was right, she was pushing him away.

Ryoma Hoshi

Hoshi, a lot like Kirumi, had a calm and collected exterior which not a lot slips past. Despite, their paths never really cross and they never bond over such traits. They have more of a mutual respect for each other.

They don’t often butt heads but they do politely say hi to each other as they pass. Hoshi has said that Kirumi is “pretty cool” and he thinks she’s a sweet gal, but that’s as far as he gets.

Kaito Momota

Kaito lays it on thick. As the coined older brother figure of the class, it’s his duty to playfully pester everyone and Kirumi is no exception. He takes his ‘job’ very seriously and Kirumi isn’t a huge fan of his teasing antics. No one really is but does that stop him? One can only wish.

Kaito loves making pick up lines or puns about stars and space. Kirumi, being so cool and mature, is his natural victim. He’s tried everything from “You must be the North Star, because the light around you guided me here” to “Hi. I'm an astronaut, and my next mission is to explore Uranus”. She finds them cheap, and often walks away from him mid joke.

After so many pick up lines, she began to grow tired of hearing them and began plotting a way of her own to counter act them. The next time Kaito slid in front of her to say, “Astronomy is a great thing. Want to see the Big Dipper?”, she replied with “Okay”. That really caught him dead on, this was the first time she provided such a response that seemed serious.

“Kirumi.. it’s a joke.”

“I know, just like you.”

(space pick up lines)

#i stuck with the keyword tried whops #mod miu #kirumi tojo #amami rantarou #ouma kokichi #kiibo #shuichi saihara #gonta gokuhara #korekiyo shinguuji #ryoma hoshi #kaito momota #drv3 imagine

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danganronpa--imagines · 7 years

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I don't know if the requests are open are not. If not, please ignore. But you know how in Danganronpa 2 there was something called the "Despair Fever? " How do you think the NDRV3 boys would react if their S/O had caught it? Sorry if it seems like a stupid idea. But if you do write headcannons for it, thank you! And good luck with the page! <3

Thank you so much!!

This is a very interesting idea! I literally made up almost every single disease the s/o catches, so I hope this is what you want!

Excuse the awful disease names

-Mod Kaito

Shuichi Saihara • His s/o catches the Love Disease. To put it lightly, you're extremely love-obsessed and want to have sex with every guy you see, including Saihara • He was mortified when he felt your fever, knowing exactly what it meant • He was even more mortified when he found out just what disease you had • You flirted with him constantly, and he's a blushing mess the whole time you're sick • At one point he wakes up and you're literally on top of him, running a finger along his neck, practically growling at him • "Do you want me like I want you, Saihara-kun?~" • He tries to push you off, encouraging you to get some rest so you can get better • But you're real quick to pull the "don't you love me?" card, trying to guilt him into doing it with you • He is firm to say no until you're well enough to decide on your own whether or not you want to make love to him • A good embarrassed boy

Rantaro Amami • His s/o catches the Shy Disease. You are usually at least somewhat talkative, but now you are dead quiet. You refuse to speak and get extremely embarrassed when spoken to, and you blush constantly and get flustered easily • He was worried when he found out you had a fever that morning, but when you woke up that morning and refused to speak, he was really worried • You always say good morning to him! Why didn't you then? • It didn't take long for him to find out why you were so quiet • He's very patient, thankfully, and he always lets you know that you can talk whenever you want. If you wanna be quiet all day, then you go right ahead! He won't be upset! • If you ever get embarrassed or nervous, he takes you somewhere else so you can relax • Sometimes you get so flustered that you panic a little, and he's right by your side to help you calm down! • He's persistent on you getting rest. He wants to hear your sweet voice again! • When you get better and start talking again, he's more than relieved

Kokichi Ouma • His s/o catches the Truth Disease. You not only tell the truth, but you actively seek it, and accuse everyone you see of lying • This disease... leads to some arguing • And by some, I mean a lot • He found out you had the fever and wasn't too concerned. You would recover easily! • And he told you that • And you would usually just giggle and roll your eyes or whatever, but this time you yelled at him and demanded the truth! • He was stunned • You had never outright accused him of lying before... it was shocking • Throughout your sickness, you two bickered constantly over everything • The toilet paper was gone? He stole it from you. The snack box was empty? He ate the last one. The dishwasher was still running? He had only just started it • Even if you saw him do something, he was lying about it, no matter what • He was so annoyed by it, but since he loved you, he didn't mention it • When you got better, he whined told you all about it

Kiibo • His s/o catches Child Disease. Like the name implies, you become a toddler—crawling everywhere, throwing tantrums, craving juice boxes, crying over everything, and needing lots attention • When you wake him up demanding a juice (and the bathroom), he's horrified • Since when did you act like a child?? • When he finds out you have a fever, he knows exactly what's wrong • And he's terrified • He's never cared for a child in all of his life, so when you act like one, he's worried that he'll do a bad job • He holds your hand and guides you around, accidentally treating you like a dog rather than a person • You grin widely and thank him in the most innocent voice when he gives you something to eat • Then five seconds later you fall out of your chair from excitement and start crying • He panics, instantly trying to get you to calm down by trying to give you more food • He eventually gets so overwhelmed that he starts crying too (can robots even cry?) • Maki has to help him take care of you until you get better • Poor thing

Gonta Gokuhara • His s/o catches the Negativity Disease. You become a pessimist and have something bad to say about everything. You hate people, nature, bugs, food, everything, and you are constantly negative and in a bad mood • When Gonta finds out you have Despair Fever, he's pretty worried but he thinks you'll recover fairly quickly! • He's hopeful that it won't be dangerous/horrible! • Then he finds out what exactly you have • And he hates it • You diss everything he enjoys • When he suggests going outside for fresh air, you complain that the sun is too bright. When he wants to get you something to eat, you say that you don't like it. When he wants you to lay down, you say your mattress is uncomfortable • He hates that you complain about everything but he doesn't mention it since he wants to be nice!! • But he has to say something when you get angry at a butterfly for flying in your face, and you call it ugly and crush it in your fist • He is livid • And also heartbroken • He didn't know that you could be so cruel after you had tried to like bugs!! • He refuses to talk to/take care of you until you're better because he's so upset • When you get better, you apologize for ages and hold a funeral for the bug to ask for forgiveness • He forgives you, but is extra cautious in case the disease is still present

Ryoma Hoshi • His s/o catches the Adventurer Disease. You are literally a daredevil. You want to do everything and anything, no matter if it'll more than likely kill you. No matter what anyone says, you want to do crazy stuff. If it's really dangerous, you want to do it • You wake up and barge in his room, demanding that you two jump off of the roof of the school • He's a bit terrified at first, but he just rolls with it • He finds out you have a fever and is instantly worried • He tries to get you to rest so you can get better, but you refuse to listen to him • You try to run through the halls with knives, throw sharp objects at people, jump off of high things, etc. • Ryoma tries to tame you so you don't get hurt, but you refuse to listen to him • He gets through a few of the things before you eventually get worn out and sleep • He's so happy you're better • This reminds me of that Spongebob episode where Sandy wants to do everything dangerous and Spongebob doesn't bye

Korekiyo Shinguuji • His s/o catches the Forgetful Disease. Almost everything that you do, you immediately forget (mostly due to the extremely high fever). You forget little things as well, like how to tie your shoes and walk properly, and you only remember important things, like people's names and how to eat • You wake up delirious and unsure of where you are, climbing out of bed and almost falling down the stairs • Korekiyo is instantly concerned when he sees how high your fever is and what disease you have • He tries his hardest to help you lay down, but then you forget what a bed is and get worried that it will hurt you • Instead he gets you something to eat and is thankful when you remember how to do that • He helps you everywhere in case you almost fall again • He always reminds you of little things that you forget, and he's a little agitated that you keep forgetting but doesn't mention it • He's very grateful when you recover and actually remember things

Kaito Momota • His s/o catches the Copy Cat disease. You decide to imitate the lives of one person (in this case Kaito) and copy his clothes, his personality, his interests, and every other aspect of him that you can copy. If it wasn't for you and him not being twins, people would think that you were him • When you wake up with a fever and introduce yourself as Kaito Momota, a man known even in space, he's instantly confused • "That's an awesome impression of me, Y/N!" • But it's not an impression, and you tell him that, insisting that you are Kaito Momota • He's a little worried, but he brushes it off • But then you start acting just like him • You walk like him, imitate his voice almost perfectly, rant about space like he does, everything • It's honestly a little scary • He tries to tell you that he's the real Kaito Momota, but you instantly accuse him of being an imposter, which is something he would totally do • After a while he starts to have a mental crisis • Is he even the real Kaito Momota he thought he was...? • Or is he an imposter and you're the real Kaito...? • When you get better and stop acting like him, he's relieved

#shuichi saihara #rantaro amami #kokichi ouma #kiibo #gonta gokuhara #ryoma hoshi #korekiyo shinguuji #kaito momota #danganronpa #new danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #danganronpa imagines #mod kaito

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lisatelramor · 6 years

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NLTSA Extra: Kaito’s Birthday

On the evening of June 21st, Kuroba Takumi had come and gone, Saguru had spent an afternoon full of leisurely reading, and Kuroba Kaito was home alone. This was the usual state of affairs among them for the most part. Shortly before eight o’clock, however, Saguru put a bookmark in his novel and decided to do something out of the ordinary; he knocked on his neighbor’s door.

Kuroba answered the door with a bemused expression on his face. Since it was usually Kuroba seeking Saguru out, Saguru supposed it was a bit odd for their positions to be reversed. “Hakuba,” Kuroba said.

“Care for some company?” Saguru asked.

Kuroba looked him over and at the box in Saguru’s free hand before shrugging. “Might as well.” He left the door open for Saguru to find his own way in. “Don’t bother with guest slippers,” Kuroba added, a vague wave of his hand as he rounded the entryway to his living room.

Saguru followed after him, closing the door and taking his shoes off as was the polite thing to do. Kuroba was seated at his couch, a half empty bottle of wine on the coffee table next to an empty glass and what appeared to be a photo album. On the kitchen table were two cards, one with Takumi’s taste clearly evident by the pop up in the center, the other apparently from coworkers if the messy scrawl of signatures was anything to go by. An analogue alarm clock smaller than the palm of Saguru’s hand sat next to both of them, face up. Kuroba poured himself another glass of wine, swirling it in the glass as Saguru took a seat in the adjacent chair.

“Happy birthday,” Saguru said.

Kuroba’s lips twitched in a facsimile of a smile. He raised the glass in a toast. “Thanks.” He took a large swallow of wine, and Saguru wondered just how fast he had been drinking that bottle and what Kuroba’s alcohol tolerance actually was. He seemed like he would be someone who could fake being sober a long way past actually being so.

“Mum sends her regards,” Saguru said, setting the box on the coffee table. It wasn’t wrapped, just plain white cardboard with a curl of plastic ribbon on top and a card tucked in the top flap from Saguru.

Kuroba looked at the package like it was a potentially live bomb. “That’s very kind of her.”

“It’s nothing big or all that special. No need to look so worried.”

Kuroba rolled his eyes and drained half the glass in one swallow. “She really didn’t need to bother.” The wine glass went back on the coffee table with a perfectly steady hand, though Saguru had the feeling Kuroba was a lot tipsier than he appeared. The bottle of wine had almost a 20% alcohol content. Kuroba popped the box open.

“French sables,” Saguru said as Kuroba picked up one of the round confections from the box. “My aunt sent Mum a bunch of Gran’s old recipes so Mum’s been on a baking spree.”

“Oh.” Kuroba took a bite. “It’s good.”

“I’ll pass that along.”

“Send my thanks too…it was nice of her to think of me…” Kuroba picked up Saguru’s card, pulling it free of the envelope and turning it around. It was nothing special, just a simple birthday greeting and well wishes, but it made Kuroba smile a bit more genuinely for a moment. “Thanks, Hakuba.”

Saguru waved the thanks away.

“Want a glass of—wait no, you don’t drink wine.” Kuroba frowned at his wine glass. “Would you like water?”

“I’m fine, Kuroba.” He had definitely drank more than he usually did; Kuroba almost never forgot people’s habits and preferences. “Looking at family pictures?” Saguru said, derailing all topic of drinks on the off chance Kuroba tried to insist that Saguru drank some sort of beverage when he didn’t need anything.

“Yeah.” Kuroba picked up the album, paging through it, back toward the start. It had photos of him and Aoko in there. High school photos, a marriage photo, one with their parents and Jii in the background like a benevolent grandfather. Kuroba looked at those for a moment looking a little sad before flipping a page to the first picture of Takumi. He was red and wrinkled the way all newborns were with a chubby face pulled into a frown. “He was such an angry baby for the first few months,” Kuroba said. “And then he calmed down. Aoko and I were terrified he’d just scream all the time forever. We barely got any sleep back then.”

Kuroba poured himself a bit more wine, not a full glass this time, and scooted so he was close enough to Saguru’s seat that they could both look at the pictures easily. There was one of Aoko and Momoi Keiko holding babies next to each other. Aoko looked like she was going to throw the nearest object in the camera’s direction but Momoi was laughing. It must have been Kaito who took the picture. One with Kuroba Chikage. One with Nakamori. Jii holding Takumi and looking even happier than he had in the wedding photo.

“Hakuba, Hakuba,” Kuroba said, reaching out to tug on Saguru’s sleeve. “He used to make this face—” Kuroba contorted his face like he was in between trying not to sneeze and bare his teeth at the same time. “—like that whenever we used to tell him to smile. See?” He pointed at Takumi as a toddler, clearly in the early stages of walking and wearing a similar expression to the one Kuroba had imitated. “It was the weirdest shit. Like he thought that was a smile for the longest time. It was so hard to get a good picture.” He flipped the pages, almost smiling. There was a span where Aoko was barely in them at all, just Takumi and an exhausted looking Kuroba or Chikage or Nakamori or Jii.

“That was when Aoko was in police training,” Kuroba explained. “I don’t know how we got through that to be honest. I had classes and Takumi and Aoko had to live in the dorms so we only ever saw her on weekends for months…” He touched a picture of Aoko in a uniform holding Takumi over a birthday cake with a single candle. “It felt like if we made it through that, we could make it through anything, you know?”

“I’d wondered how she made it to inspector at such a young age with having Takumi,” Saguru said. Kuroba’s expression was bitter sweet, nostalgic in a worrying way in part because Kuroba was showing that nostalgia at all.

“We both half worked ourselves to death to get to a point of stability. Her with powering through police courses and working odd hours til she could move up, and me with college and grad school. You know, I got my degrees in less than five years? We couldn’t have done it without Kaa-san and Jii. Even Nakamori helped babysit a lot. He likes kids. I never would have known until I saw him with Takumi.”

More pages went by, Takumi growing older in them. Aoko and Kaito still looked tired in most of the photos, but they also looked happy. Kuroba turned a page and there was the house Aoko lived in. Takumi wasn’t school age yet from the looks of him, but nearing it.

“I got a job at the museum,” Kaito said, smile leaving his face as he looked past the picture, into it at whatever memories it held. “Hired from an internship. We got a house together.” He trailed off. “I had hoped that by then I wouldn’t have to be Kid anymore, but I still was and I knew I probably would be for a lot longer. And so I told Aoko.”

The pictures following the happy one in their new home had tension on everyone’s faces even though it was clear that they were trying to be positive for the camera. Kuroba played with the edge of a page, flicking the corner of it back and forth with his fingernails. “I wasn’t planning on looking at these tonight, just put some new pictures in that Takumi brought over, but I can’t ever seem to just add to it.”

Saguru gently took the photo album from Kuroba’s hands before he started folding corners over with his fidgeting. Kuroba’s hands twisted with each other instead as Saguru kept moving through the pictorial timeline of Takumi’s life. The more pages he turned, the more Takumi’s smile showed up again. Not when both parents were in the photos together, which was understandable, but in the ones where he was with one or the other or with his friends or candid with his grandparents, he looked happy. Saguru reached the end. There were four photos on this page, the bottom two slots still open, most of the photos depicting Takumi in moments presumably with Kuroba. In one he was surrounded by Kuroba’s doves, a bird perching on every horizontal part of him as he fed them. One had him and Kuroba bent over something as they worked on it, identical smiles on their faces. A photo of Takumi dressed up for his high school entrance ceremony. The last one Saguru thought might have been taken in Kuroba’s childhood home. There was a photo or painting of Kuroba Toichi in the background. Sprawling on a couch, Kuroba and Takumi each had a hand of cards with a pile between them.

He set the album back on the coffee table. “Look,” Saguru said as Kuroba stared off into something only he could see. Saguru caught Kuroba’s hands and stilled them. “What do you see in these pictures?”

“My son getting too old too fast,” Kuroba said in what was clearly meant to be a joking tone. It fell flat though, and Saguru gripped his hands. Kuroba gripped back with fingers like iron bands.

“I see a young man who is comfortable around his parent,” Saguru said, “who enjoys his company. I see a parent who loves his son and seeing his son happy.” Saguru loved his father, but he didn’t have any photos or moments like the ones shown here with him. He had an intellectual relationship with his father more so than a friendship and that was fine for them. He was a little jealous of the ease between Kuroba and Takumi in the moments shown here though; that was something Saguru would never have with his father.

“I’m not a very good parent,” Kuroba said, looking at his hands instead of the photos. “I joke too much and encourage bad habits and always cave when he starts looking sad.”

“He has Aoko for structure,” Saguru said, “but he feels comfortable having fun with you. Or are the smiles in those pictures fake?”

Kuroba didn’t answer so Saguru shifted a bit closer and nudged him with his toe. “Hmm?”

“They’re real,” Kuroba mumbled. Saguru twitched as Kuroba flopped forward across the open space between them, ending up half in Saguru’s lap, half still on the other couch. “Hakuba,” Kuroba said into Saguru’s forearm and thigh, “you’re making it really hard to drunkenly wallow in feeling sorry about my life.”

Saguru almost laughed. “Consider it payback for the times you’ve drawn me out of my wallowing,” Saguru returned drily. Kuroba grunted, seemingly content to stay sprawled on top of him. Saguru sighed. “You know you’ve trapped my hands so I can’t help you up.”

“I’m not moving. You’re part of the furniture now.”

Ridiculous, Saguru thought fondly. “I think you’ve had enough to drink for the night.”

“Funny, I was just thinking I haven’t had enough.” Kuroba twisted around so he was on his side. There was a half-smile on his face that had the breath catching in Saguru’s chest. It was far from the first time he’d felt attracted to Kuroba but... But. Saguru’s hands clenched without conscious thought, still tangled with Kuroba’s.

Friends, he reminded himself. They were friends and that was all they’d ever be because Kuroba wasn’t into men and Saguru could be happy with just having this. It just figured that this flash of attraction was so much stronger than the flickers he’d managed to feel on the date with Hiroto. It’s still possible to feel like this, he thought. Good, now stop feeling it. The moment was there and gone, pushed away in the space of a breath.

“Definitely had enough,” Saguru said aware that he was a beat too slow to speak. Kuroba was drunk though. He didn’t seem to notice the pause at all. “You have work tomorrow.”

“I’m not that drunk,” Kuroba said.

“Says the man on my lap.”

“You’re surprisingly comfortable.” Kuroba on the other hand was all muscle and boney angles. Not comfortable at all if Saguru let himself pay attention to Kuroba’s weight against him. Saguru pulled his hands free and guided Kuroba right side up.

“I’m sure I am.”

Kuroba slumped back into his couch with a sigh. “Play a game of cards with me?”

“Sure.” Saguru smirked. “I’d ask you not to cheat, but it is your birthday.”

“Me? Cheat? Never.” Kuroba looked mock scandalized before giggling as he brought out a pack of cards sloppily enough for Saguru to catch him pulling them from a hidden shirt pocket. “How about we play with a penalty for every time you can actually catch me cheating?”

“Fair enough.” The bottle of wine, biscuit box, and photo album were shunted aside in favor of an inventive version of gin rummy. Kuroba didn’t touch a drop more alcohol the rest of the evening that Saguru was there.

#magic kaito #fanfiction #not left to stand alone extra #my writing #nltsa

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war-of-the-words · 4 years

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You Are my Sunshine

Summary: You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away. Written Feb 2020 Read on AO3

“The other night dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms,” Shinichi sang, soft and slow laying in his bed wide awake. It was long past the witching hour, but he had a lot of trouble sleeping these days. He thought a lot about Katio, his laugh, his infectious smile, and the warmth of his body. He sang these lullabies, as tone deaf as he was, in the hopes it would ease him to sleep. When he found singing didn’t help, he began speaking them, and then “You Are My Sunshine” just stuck, looping on repeat, all throughout the night.”But when I woke dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and I cried.” Kaito had left almost a month ago. They had been dating for over a year, and Shinichi really loved him, but Kaito left, so maybe he didn’t say it enough, maybe Kaito just didn’t love him back.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine.

“I’ll always love you, and make you happy,” Kaito had teasingly sung to him one time. They had been sitting on the couch when Kaito decided he was bored with Shinichi just reading his book and threw a pillow at him. That, of course, meant war. Shinichi immediately retaliated with a pillow; Kaito knew it was coming so he was able to dodge it. He didn’t expect the second pillow directly after. It hit him square in the face and he made a very comical “oof” noise. Unwilling to allow Shinichi anymore ammo, Kaito opted to keep hold of the pillow and just repeatedly hit Shinichi with it, with no real force, of course. Shinichi managed to grab hold of the pillow, and the force of it pulled Kaito back towards Shinichi, pinning Shinichi underneath Kaito. He was grinning and giggling, Shinichi could feel his heart melt, and he started softly singing to Shinichi, causing his heart to melt even more. “If only you will say the same.” Shinichi, too embarrassed to speak, just nodded.

“But if you leave me and love another, you’ll regret it all one day.” Shinichi told himself, sitting on the same couch, a novel in his hands, but he was unable to focus on the pages, his thoughts filled with the man who left him.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.

“Once once told me, dear, you really loved me,” Shinichi said, looking at himself in the mirror, trying to gather the courage to try to confront the courage to go confront Kaito. Sure they broke up almost half a year ago, but Shinichi still thought about him every day, and the knowledge that Kaito broke up with him over text now just infuriated Shinichi. He didn’t see him in person after that, not even at the KID heists. KID never allowed himself to be within twenty feet of Shinichi, and certainly never alone. He probably didn’t want to get chewed out for breaking up with him over text , yeah, Shinichi was mad. “And no one else could come between,” He nearly choked on the words, remembering the day Kaito came over, visible shaken, but excited all the same, and told Shinichi that Aoko had confessed to him. That’s how the two of them came together after all, they commiserated and consoled each other about their apparently unattainable loves. Kaito was the one who proposed the idea that they should date, at first just to better help one another get over their respective love interests, they had, after all, shared secrets about one another they hadn’t told anyone else. Shinichi thought those dates had evolved into something more, especially considering how intimate they had become with one another. Shinichi’s first kiss was with Kaito, and people say that you never forget your first kiss. A week after Aoko confessed, Shinichi got a text from Kaito saying that he wanted to be with her. He apologized to Shinichi, saying that he enjoyed their time together, but the entire message was so clearly calculated and cold, it left Shinichi numb. “But now you’ve left me and love another,” A lump was forming in Shinichi’s throat, burning. Over text , some gentleman he turned out to be, didn’t even have the decency to tell him in person that he wanted to break up. Aoko didn’t know half the things that Shinichi did, Aoko didn’t even know about Kaito’s alter ego, does he just plan to leave her in the dark for the rest of her life, does he plan to tell her long after he retires, after the statute of limitations runs out just in case she incriminates him? Shinichi can confidently say he loved Kaito more than life, more than he ever loved Ran, he saw a future with Kaito, one where he didn’t have to put his significant other at risk or lie to them. It looked bright. “You have shattered all my dreams,” he whispered to the mirror, his voice giving up on him.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.

“In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me. When I awake my poor heart aches.” Shinichi had awoken from another nightmare, his dream, of course, about Kaito. These were by far his worst nightmares. For once, he or the people he loved weren’t in danger, but Kaito would just expose all of Shinichi’s worst fears, leaving Shinichi abandoned and worthless, telling him that’s why he left Shinichi, he was too flawed to love. The worst of those nightmares were the ones that started out sweet. Kaito would be asleep in his arms, or across from him at the dinner table, and he would be kind, like the Kaito Shinichi remembered, gentle and caring. Joking and always doing something with his hands. Then the dream would change, and Kaito would look at him with cold, emotionless eyes, a look he only saw when Kaito would talk about the organization, a look reserved for people he despised. Even in his dreams, Shinichi could feel his stomach drop at that look. It has been almost a year and Shinichi still had these dreams. Everyone around Shinichi has noticed that something has changed, but because Kaito and Shinichi kept their relationship secret since they had no reasonable excuse as to how the two would have met, Shinichi couldn’t tell them about the heartache. Shinichi thinks Ran knows, though. Ran looks at him with pity, and encourages him to try to go out on dates, they had fallen into a comfortable friendship since his return and Ran had begun dating other people, something Shinichi was relieved he found he didn’t feel jealous about. Shinichi had contemplated dating again, but nothing ever felt right, not like being with Kaito did. So now, here he was again, one of the few nights he was able to fall asleep and he woke up from a nightmare. He knew he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep so he stared up at his dark ceiling, letting out a long sigh. He needed to talk to Kaito, he at least needed to find some closure, but he desperately wished for more. All he knew was that he couldn’t live without Kaito in his life anymore. “So when you come back,” he whispered, hoping the when was the right word to use, not an if, a when, “and make me happy,” Shinichi desperately wanted to be happy and just seeing Kaito probably could make him, “I’ll forgive you dear,” he didn’t care that Kaito broke up with him over text anymore, he didn’t care that Kaito would never look him in the eye, he didn’t care that he avoided Shinichi like the plague, he just wanted him in his life again, “I’ll take all the blame.” And he would. It was Shinihchi’s fault he didn’t cherish Kaito enough, of course he would go back to Aoko, Shinichi was terrible with expressing his affection, he tried, but it never seemed to be enough, and it certainly didn’t match what Kaito showed Shinichi. He would try to see Kaito, try to make up for it. He needed too.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.

Shinichi was shaking, standing outside of Kaito’s house, trying to find the courage to ring the bell. It had taken him so long just to get himself to Ekoda, let alone Kaito’s street, so he knew he couldn’t turn back now. Shinichi took one last breath and pressed the bell. The faint ding-dong he heard just behind the door was like a hammer driving a stake into his heart. He felt sick, his stomach was a bottomless pit, a black hole placed into his core. He was so consumed by fear that he didn’t hear the footsteps approaching. The door unlocked, opened, and a voice spoke.

“Shinichi?” Shinichi didn’t realize he had been staring at the ground until his head jerked upward to face the voice. And there stood Kaito. He looked tired, but his eyes were still that fascinating shade of blue that held so much life, although Shinichi could see the question swimming in them, wondering why he was here.

“Hi,” his voice came out rough, a near whisper.

“What are you doing here?” Kaito stood back from the door, making way for Shinichi to come in, but it wasn’t an explicit invitation, and Shinichi didn’t take it.

“I just, uh… I really needed to see you.” He tried to meet Kaito’s eyes, but he didn’t have the courage. “I know it’s been almost a year, but you never let me talk to you at heists and it didn’t feel right to just text you about it, I didn’t know if you blocked me, I wouldn’t have blamed you if you did, so I just wanted to talk.” He had rambled, he hated it when he did that. He was still looking at his shoes, and Kaito wasn’t saying anything, why wasn’t he saying anything? Did Shinichi’s rambling make Kaito hate him? Did he shut the door in Shinichi’s face and he just hadn’t noticed? Shinichi wanted to look up, just to make sure Kaito was still there, but he didn’t want to see a look of disgust on his face.

“Shinichi…” Gentle hands caressed the sides of Shinichi’s face and guided his head up. Kaito smiled a sad smile when Shinichi finally gave in, he kept his hands on Shinichi’s face.

“Hows’s Aoko?” Shinichi asked, he couldn’t think of anything better to say. He regretted it when he saw Kaito flinch at the words.

“We broke up.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

“...When?”

“About a month after we started dating, we just...it...it wasn’t right.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“You shouldn’t be!” Kaito half-shouted. He sighed, his face scrunched in frustration. “I… I fucked up, Shinichi. And I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” Well, Shinichi’s brain supplied, He did break up with you over text .

“I have a lot to be sorry for, for starters, I broke up with you over text.”

“Yeah, that was kinda a dick move.”

“I know! I knew it was when I wrote the damn thing out! But I just couldn’t say it to you in person. You should see all the drafts I have, it’s honestly embarrassing.”

“As long as you didn’t do that to the next girl, I think you’ll be fine.” A smile crept its way onto Shinichi’s lips, it was bittersweet, but talking to Kaito was so easy, this felt right. Shinichi could feel the weight of the past year lift off of him. It was such a relief he felt like he could cry.

“That’s the other thing I’m sorry about.”

“Huh?”

“Breaking up with you was a mistake, Shinichi. I was stupid to do it. When Aoko confessed to me, I felt like everything I had ever dreamed of was coming true! But even before we started dating, I kept finding myself wanting to text you about something, or wanting to see you, or wanting to tell Aoko, or anyone really, about something we did or just about you! I convinced myself it was just because we had spent so much time together, that the feelings I had for you were just because I wasn’t dating Aoko. I was wrong, Shinichi, I loved you and I was too stubborn to realize it. After dating Aoko for just a week I realised that every moment I spent with her, I would rather be spending it with you. All this time I’ve just been too chickenshit to talk to you. I didn’t know how to tell you sorry. Hell, I didn’t know if you would even let me see you.”

“...You still love me?”

“I don’t think I ever stopped loving you.” Shinichi felt tears well up in his eyes. He started fighting to get air past the lump in his throat. Shinichi lurched forward and buried his face in Kaito’s shoulder, wrapping his arms tight around him. Kaito’s arms quickly reciprocated. “Do you forgive me?” There was a warble in Kaito’s voice, Shinichi recognized the sound of holding back tears only if he had been doing it all year. Shinichi didn’t want his own voice to break, so he just nodded his head furiously from its place in Kaito’s shoulder. Kaito squeezed him harder, and Shinichi could feel warm droplets of water fall onto his shoulder. Shinichi pulled away so he could look at Kaito.

“This is the only other chance you get, okay, asshole?” Kaito laughed, and Shinichi couldn’t help but think how pretty he looked, tears falling down his face and all.

“That’s the only chance I need.” Kaito pulled his hands up to cup Shinichi’s face and he pulled the detective into a kiss. “You’re like sunshine, Shinichi, you make my whole world brighter. I never realised it until I lost you.”

“You know,” Shinichi smiled, wiping away the tears from Kaito’s eyes, “I can say the same thing about you.”

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