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thebusytypewriter · 4 months

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hello hello congrats on the followers!! for the event could i request a long kamukura x reader fic where he’s basically baby duck imprinted on reader? i imagine that after being locked in a cell and mistreated by hopes peak even an iota of basic human kindness has him clinging

YIPPEE I've been brainrotting about this one for AGES I'm so sorry for the wait anon!! I'm also sorry that you were probably expecting fluff with this and while there is some, uhhhh........... angstnohappyendOKAYENJOYBYE--

No, I’m not falling for you

So please have mercy on me

The night of the Tragedy—the first one—you were there. That was something Izuru Kamukura didn’t expect.

You weren’t exactly there, not in the classroom where it all went down; things would’ve been much different if you were. No, you were some Reserve Course student who’d found their way just outside of the Main Course gates past curfew.

In fact, it was well past that point, nearly midnight by then. Enoshima had yet to return from her place in the security office, Ikusaba likely with her. This left Kamukura alone outside to ponder what had just transpired.

The gruesome deaths of the thirteen Ultimate students replayed over and over within his perfect memory, everything from gunshot to impaling to chainsaw. He’d expected each and every one of them to turn away from Enoshima’s “motives,” since innocent lives logically outweighed petty hearsay, no matter how damaging it would be.

Such intense emotion on their faces when first attacks were made… He couldn’t understand it.

Wind whistled past his stony face as he strolled, the force tossing around his hair in every direction. Even if he had the capacity to care about it, he wouldn’t. There were far more pressing things to worry about.

The sound of rubber soles on stone alerted him to an approaching individual, so Kamukura swiftly moved behind one of the few trees lining the outer wall and watched.

You were far out of dress code for a Reserve Course student, but he figured that you didn’t care with it being after hours. A large hoodie covered you, engulfing your upper half in the softest fabric he’d ever seen, and your yoga pants were just as large and cozy-looking. The only thing that indicated you as part of the Reserve Course was the student ID faintly peeking out from under your collar.

He could see the bags under your eyes from his place a dozen feet away, and the slouch in your walk alerted his health-related talents of your likely insomnia.

“Hello?” you called out, almost timidly, not too soft to go unheard but not too loud to alert any remaining security. “I was just out for a walk when I, um, heard you. I know it’s late, I just want to make sure you’re okay. It’s not a good idea to leave Main Course grounds after dark, okay?”

Kamukura faintly wondered if you’d ever had a chance of being an Ultimate regarding empathy or safety. It would suit you.

“I go here,” you continued, “so don’t worry, I just want to help.”

His nail lightly scratched at the tree’s bark in contemplation. Two abnormal events in the same night… Perhaps he couldn’t let that go.

Letting his definitive steps announce his presence, Kamukura stepped out and into the dull light of the street lamps. He said nothing and simply blinked at you.

You inhaled sharply, clearly startled as you caught sight of him. There was only a brief moment of panic in your eyes before it switched over to concern, your gaze locking on something just below his own, slightly to his right. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

Ah. In the excitement of your arrival, he’d forgotten about the bullet graze wound across his cheek. He raised a hand and felt around the area, unsurprised to find it mostly still wet with blood. “And why would you be concerned about me? You’ll get nothing in return.”

“Nothing in…?” Your brow pinched further, now from both concern and confusion. “Dude, you’re bleeding. Like a lot. Like you might need stitches.”

“No. I’ll apply some disinfectant shortly, and it’ll heal just fine. You should be more concerned with your own safety, being out this late at night, instead of fussing over a stranger.”

“I-I’m not fussing,” you argued, cheeks now puffing out in your annoyance.

You reminded him of a chipmunk.

Cute.

Something in him halted at the thought before reassuring himself that it was simply fact. There were no opinions within him. You were being kind to him, that was all. It was… unfamiliar.

Unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.

“Oh!” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. “How rude of me. I didn’t even introduce myself.” With a statement of your name—something he already knew from observing your student ID—you extended a hand while asking for his own.

In a handful of milliseconds, he considered what to tell you. He could tell you nothing and walk away, leaving you out of the insanity but leaving this odd new itch behind. He could tell you Kamukura, but there were far too many things attached to that name on Hope’s Peak campus. You were Reserve Course, not stupid.

“Call me Izuru,” he stated. “For your safety, I’ll leave it at that.”

Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline. “Ah… okay? Nice to meet you then, Izuru.”

“You as well.”

“Aaaand your reason for being out here…?”

“Nightly walk.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie, but you didn’t need to know that. “I was in the process of returning to my quarters when you appeared. I am in no danger, I assure you.”

You nodded, hesitant but understanding. “Gotcha. Well… just be careful, okay? There are some real weirdos out here at night.”

The irony of your statement almost made him laugh. Almost. “I understand, thank you. Would you like an escort back to the Reserve Course dormitory?”

“Oh, uh, no thanks. Pepper spray’s got my back.”

“If you insist. Good night, then.” Kamukura gave the slightest of bows before turning to reenter the Main Course grounds and rendezvous with Enoshima. Your return of the phrase met his ears, but he continued on.

He tried not to feel your gaze boring into his back as he did so.

He tried not to look back when he heard your footsteps retreat.

Izuru Kamukura failed for the first and second time that night.

‘Cause it’s not romantic, I swear

I’m not gasping for air

After moving from one underground bunker to another, Kamukura quickly found himself to be once again bored out of his mind. The only thing that kept his attention, that lingered in his mind, was you.

He’d never seen your face among the rioters from newsfeed alone, leading him to the conclusion that you were abstaining from it all. You were safe, presumably. Given how kind you were to him when you met, he decided that you deserved it—the safety from Despair. Someone like you needed to be protected.

And yet, he still thought about what it would be like for you to stay in that bunker with him. Kamukura wasn’t alone there, of course not; among its occupants was Enoshima, Ikusaba, Mitarai, and the nurse that was dragged in—Tsumiki. Of these, Enoshima was the only one who engaged in conversation with him, as one-sided as it was, and as annoying as she was.

Despite himself, despite his programming, Kamukura missed you.

He knew that Enoshima had noticed his change of demeanor after that night. He knew that she’d look into what happened, badgering him until she inevitably gave up.

What he didn’t know was how invested she’d be in the situation.

In the midst of his purusing old documents within the bunker, he was met with the sound of Enoshima’s delighted hum growing closer… then farther. It was odd. There weren’t many rooms in the bunker, and there were even fewer rooms that Junko Enoshima herself would enter. If they were dirty, she sent Ikusaba in. If they were hazardous, she sent Tsumiki in.

So where was she going?

Damn it, his interest was piqued.

Cautiously and quietly, Kamukura followed the Ultimate Despair down a corridor he’d never seen her traverse before. She hummed the whole way, a slight bounce in her step, before stopping at a closed iron door. It had a small square window at head level, but that seemed to be the only way one could see in or out of the room. Enoshima slid the massive bar lock out of place and pushed her way inside, letting the door close behind her.

He stalked up to the solid barrier and peered through the window, careful not to let more of himself show than what was unavoidable. As Kamukura’s gaze settled on the pigtailed frame he’d watched enter, her voice met his ears.

“Just checkin’ on ya, sweetheart! Can’t have you dying on me just yet, right? You just got here!”

Then, a second voice followed hers, one that made his blood run cold.

“I-I think you’ve got the wrong person,” you stammered, teeth audibly clacking together in the cold concrete room. “I don’t know who you are, I don’t know why you brought me here, I haven’t done anything wrong—”

“Of course not, silly!” Enoshima strode forward in faux contemplation, manicured hands clasped behind her back. “Consider this a… witness care program. We take care of our witnesses!”

With the Despair’s movement, Kamukura was able to get a full view of you. You were still in your pajamas, just a tank top and fuzzy pants, implying that you’d been abducted either in your room or within the dorm in general. Your feet were bare and pale—borderline blue—against the gray floor. (He understood then why you were shivering.) From that angle, he was able to notice your hands wrenched behind your back as you sat by a pole, and he deduced that Enoshima—or maybe Ikusaba—had tied you to said pole to restrict movement. How cliche.

“Witness care?” You blinked, fluorescent light sparkling in your eyes. “So you’re protecting me then?”

“Well, aren’t you just a little ray of hope?” Enoshima reached out and pitched your cheek with enthusiasm. “Cutie pie! I could just eat you up!” Her grin dropped abruptly, and Kamukura saw a few little beads of blood spring up on your skin where she held you. “…And then I would immediately vomit. Your gross little rainbows and sparkles make me sick, y’hear me? What the hell does a god like Kamukura see in a worthless Reserve Course chump?”

Your brow furrowed. “I’m sorry, who’s… Kamukura? Like, the founder of Hope’s Peak?”

“No, silly,” she snorted. “Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. The one you met a few days ago. What exactly did he say his name was?”

He watched your mouth open to answer, then slowly close as you appeared to connect the dots she’d presented. Your response came out quiet and disbelieving. “…Izuru.”

Enoshima’s free hand flew up in mocking celebration. “Give the kid a prize! This might come as a shock to you—who am I kidding, it so will—but the Izuru Kamukura you talked to is a lab experiment gone horrifically right. He’s a god among men, the Ultimate Hope. And that makes it all the more confusing as to why he’s chosen to latch onto you of all people. Kinda silly if you ask me.”

Much to his odd delight, all traces of fear left your face at the statement, and you snarled at her. “Well if you admire him so much, then why does it sound to me like you’re doubting his judgment? I’ll be sure to let him know when I see him next. Whose word will he believe—mine or yours?”

Enoshima’s hand ripped away as she recoiled. “Ugh! God, you’d get along really well with the know-it-all detective in my class. Keep holding your head up like that, and you’re ten times more likely to get smacked by a bat. It’s just statistics!”

The twitch of your brow betrayed your returning terror.

“Anyway,” she drew out, “I wouldn’t get comfy, m’kay? Even though you’re here as a present for my beloved Kamukura, I still have an agenda. Maybe look up the phrase ‘take care of’ in the dictionary! Oh, wait, you can’t do that here. Hm! Your problem, not mine.”

Kamukura ducked out of the window just as Enoshima turned, forgoing the remainder of the conversation to preserve his assumed innocence. In his brisk return down the hallway, he felt an odd tingling sensation rising from the midst of his throat all the way to his skull. It reminded him of an ant colony, one that disturbed the neutrality within him.

He then noticed how tense his brow had been the entire time. How clenched his fists were. How much he itched to burst through the door and rescue your kind self from Despair incarnate.

Some Ultimate Psychologist within him ticked off some boxes and raised a finger to share the new discovery, but he ignored it.

He had to.

The Ultimate Hope did not get attached.

I want you to be here, but please don’t come near

‘Cause even though I’m pretty sure my head’s exploding

I’m not ready for hand holding

Kamukura was attached.

Within the couple of weeks between his discovery of your presence—when he was sure that Enoshima and Ikusaba weren’t in the bunker, and Mitarai and Tsumiki were stationed in the former’s workspace—he often found himself visiting you.

The first time he made an appearance and explained what he could, he’d been expecting your immediate response.

“So you’ll let me go?”

He shook his head. “As much as I am of the mind that you should be given your freedom, there is a strong chance Enoshima may just hunt you down again and kill you. A far from ideal outcome, wouldn’t you agree?”

You did, and he was relieved.

…What?

Ah, yes. That was the recurring problem around you; Kamukura found himself feeling things. At first, he was convinced that he could become desensitized by visiting you more. It only made things worse. He got to know you then, all your hobbies and quirks and everything that made you unique in his eyes.

Not to mention your kindness. God, all the harsh interactions with immoral scientist after immoral scientist made him realize how truly important you were.

You invaded all of his waking thoughts, and Kamukura expected that he was doing a good job at hiding it.

He was created to have perfect judgment.

It’s not love, I swear

“Oh, Kamukura darling! I have a surprise for you!”

He let himself sigh as he turned from his absentminded file browsing to meet Enoshima’s wide grin. “I have no interest in your presents.” Not to mention he already knew to whom she was referring.

The grin flipped on a dime to a childish pout. “You don’t have to be so mean about it! And here I thought you’d actually like this one.”

“If you’re going to pester me about this surprise regardless, then I suppose I have little choice. Get on with it.”

Enoshima immediately perked up again, much like a dog whose master said the word ‘treat’ aloud. (What a hellish dog the Ultimate Despair would make, Kamukura thought to himself. He’d have to tell you that one later.) “Okie dokie! You’re gonna love it.”

“Doubtful. I am incapable of love.”

Incapability, the Ultimate Dictionary part of him said, is another word for inability, which is the lack of ability to do something. Denial is an unwillingness to accept that something is true.

He stubbornly shoved the thought away and followed behind the bouncing girl.

Love clouds even the most objectively perfect judgment.

They continued on to a section of the bunker that Kamukura was slightly less familiar with, as it was usually occupied by the other inhabitants, and he wasn’t one to socialize with them. (He wasn’t one to socialize with Enoshima, either, but she forced it upon him.) At some time, he’d heard the sounds of panic and stress echoing from that same direction, but it was her business, not his. It appeared that it was about to be his business, though.

Enoshima led him into an offshoot of the main hallway, her deranged humming increasing as they moved. It was never a good sign when she was so pleased.

The distorted music he’d listened to her perfect met his ears, laced with the edited screams of Ultimate students. Why was she playing the Despair-inducing video? Was there a “guest” he wasn’t aware of?

…Wait.

There would be.

If he wasn’t already aware of them.

“You’ve been so pressed over the battle of Hope and Despair, and I wanted to help you along—” Enoshima pushed a door open, and the sounds became clearer— “so you get to see Despair in action!”

A dim concrete room greeted the two of them, bathed only in the flashing lights and red glow of her video. In the center, a single chair sat askew with what appeared to be leather straps dangling from its arms and legs. The quick inspection with his Ultimate Analyst talent revealed a lack of tears in the leather outside of the usual signs of torture—fraying and scuffing. The occupant didn’t escape their containment, but they were released.

Speaking of, Kamukura’s gaze fell upon a figure settled on the floor, head pressed against their knees. It was reminiscent of a traditional Japanese deep bow—zarei, that is—but they were tense, shaking. Their hands dug into their hair and pulled against their scalp in this panicked manner, and that wasn’t even the part that set him off.

This figure, the victim of Junko Enoshima’s Despair-inducing video, was you.

“Turn it off.”

“Eh?”

His fist closed around Enoshima’s throat and tugged her close in an instant, dragging a garbled noise of surprise from her. “Turn the video off, or I will do it myself.”

Her eyes were wide at this new display, one he himself was quite unsure about, and she burst out in startled laughter. “Woooow! Okay, Mr. Assertive! It’s done the job anyway. This was mostly just for theatrics and funsies, to give a little pizzazz to your present—Hey, are you even listening?”

Kamukura was not. Oh, how he thought about bashing in her head at that moment. It would be quick and effortless on his part, ultimately ridding the world of her sick plan. But Enoshima wasn’t his priority; he was already crossing the floor toward your crumpled form, an uncharacteristically-loud heartbeat pounding in his ears. Odds of your being unharmed were slim, to say the least, and only dropping every second you didn’t move, but he called upon his Ultimate Luck to combat them.

Pristine black dress pants rubbed against the concrete as he settled on his knees next to you. Kamukura’s hand hovered over your back while he debated on the best course of action. What would he do if you were lost? Could he bring himself to hand you over to Enoshima, or would he go directly against her to repair a broken mind? Was it even possible for him to do such a thing?

Might still be in shock, he reminded himself. It was entirely possible that Enoshima had been bluffing. You were fine.

You had to be.

He let his hand run over your spine once. Twice. You remained, head pressed to your knees, though you shuddered at the touch.

Just ahead, the Despair-inducing video clicked off. Finally. He shot a glare at Enoshima and, by virtue of her sudden appearance, Ikusaba. Additionally, Tsumiki appeared to be peeking in from the doorway, and her twisted smile did nothing to calm his anxieties.

…Anxieties? The Ultimate Psychologist in his head once again raised a finger to say I told you so, but he ignored it.

Kamukura called for you, quietly at first. When he received no answer, he tried again, louder.

Something finally spilled from your lips, unintelligible and hushed. He wondered for a moment if what he felt at the sound was hope, but it quickly snapped away as your garbled noises continued and then transitioned into an objectively worse sound.

You were laughing.

No, you were crying.

It was both. You were hysterical.

Finally, finally, you sat up, and the “no signal” screen previously playing that maddening video kept your face under an eerie red light. The color illuminated the teartracks down your cheeks, and his heart clenched. Your gaze met his, and it sank.

Those kind eyes, the ones that made him feel warm, feel anything… were hazy and unfocused. The smile that set off the butterflies in his stomach, however few they were, twisted with insanity.

Tainted.

She’d broken you.

You. The one good thing in this spiraling world.

Kamukura cupped your cheek as you giggled something about his expression. He didn’t care to listen. He ran through the possible ways of repairing your mind and found that the list was both shorter and less possible than he’d initially thought. Human beings are fragile creatures, he reminded himself. You can’t hold one too tightly, or else it’ll hurt more when they break.

Perhaps this wasn’t what Enoshima had meant by seeing her work in action, but it got the point across.

His tears fell alongside yours.

It might be closer to Despair . . .

#Follower Event :D #salem's works #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #izuru kamukura #izuru kamukura x reader #kamukura x reader #writers on tumblr #authors on tumblr #WHEEZES it's done #yes it's another songfic don't look at me #cw violence #(vague but felt like i should add that)

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uvuyai · 1 year

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Various waking up from a wet dream of their crush

Characters: Yasuhiro, Mondo, Izuru, Nagito, Rantaro, Kaito

Tw: Cumming in pants, gn reader non despair au, picked from wheel generator

Genre : smut go brrr

Yasuhiro

After Hiro came in his boxers I think he sleeps in boxers he couldn't believe if what he was doing to you was certainly true

Hiro probably knows much about sex but he didn't know it would be that much pleasure

Just by him putting his member inside of your sex they clenched around his member which sent lewd sounds out both of your mouths

He woke up like he was in a nightmare but with pleasure

He tugged and his boxers waistband just to see a sperm of release running down his upper thigh

He would tell nobody but only the people he trust

If you were in a relationship he would tell you but he would confuse you more

"D-dont worry about me y/n I'm fine, just some trouble just m-morning."

Mondo

If you ever had sex with this man you would definitely pass out Mondo had a crush on you for quite a while now

He wouldn't have sex with you unless you give him consent consent is sooo hawt 😍

Mondo would definitely break you but still be pleased

This is one of the few times Mondo actually got terrified

I don't think Mondo would actually be a virgin

Mondo would keep it a secret and eventually tell taka

"I'm all good y/n, just interfering with other gangs.."

Izuru

Izuru always had a fluttery when around you

And he never knew he would cum in his pants like a teenager

Izuru would be shocked for once

All he could remember was you moaning his name and begging while he was pounding you with his member deep inside the mattress

He would tell Hajime so he could understand but would tell you an other way which leaves you to Google what he said

He would have a fait blush for the rest of his day or years till you get together

"I'm really fine y/n, just feeling a little hot.."

Nagito

Nagito got more annoyed than he was in Danganronpa 2.5

He wanted to experience it more due to his "luck"

Nagito being inside of you felt heavenly

More than he can imagine is you clenching around him leaving him more needy

"..I'm all good y/n, just my luck interfering with my mornings.."

Rantaro

Rantaro would be calmer than the rest

He most likely should know what sex his since he has 12 sisters and his dad is a hoe

Would be able to keep it a secret even if you two are together

" I'm all good y/n, I promise.."

Kaito

Be would be more and more terrified he would avoid you by making excuses

He wouldn't want to do that till he was married

But it drove him more mad every time you greeted him

"o-oh look at t-the time, i-i must go! S-See you later y/n.."

A/N: Im still mad

#danganronpa #izuru kamukura x reader #sdr2 izuru #nagito komeada x reader #kamukura x reader #izuru kamakura x reader #kamukura izuru x reader #danganronpa rantaro #rantaro smut #kaito momota #mondo owada #yasuhiro x reader #nagito komaeda #danganronpa nagito #x reader smut

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celamoon · 1 year

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Nagito Komaeda, Kokichi Ouma, Izuru Kamakura, and Shuichi Saihara (seperate, if you don't do multiple characters only one of them is fine) with a s/o that glitches like Vanellope from Wreck-It Ralph (reader would be the Ultimate Race Car Driver)

Hey Love! I don't usually write for V3 characters since it's been an eternity since I've interacted with any V3 content so I'm gonna skip on Shuichi and Ouma! Other than that, enjoy! (Also, for anyone else who wants to read the same prompt but written by others: fropuu ; vrisrezis : fanaticfanficwriter)

Warnings: None

I think Komaeda would be relatively confused upon first meeting you bc I don't think humans are supposed to glitch. like that.

then you explain that it's a race car thing and he watches you glitch

so he ends up assuming that you're just too fast for the human eye so you look like you're glitching

He finds it amusing when you glitch from embarrassment

He teases you about it every now and then

You bite him in retaliation sometimes

The glitching is really cool and Komaeda's grateful you're able to glitch away from any bad luck things (a pot was abt to land on your head once n you glitched next to him)

Komaeda just considers it a part of your talent and learns to accept it a while after dating

My sweet sweet emotionless bastard (affectionate)

Has no surprise, no reaction, completely chill about the whole thing

You glitch in front of him the first time and he just tells you "I knew that" and you're stuck there completely confused

I feel like Kamukura would be able to find some way to stop you from glitching but you don't really bring it up

When the two of you start dating and you start glitching whenever you're embarrassed he pokes at it

He feels no emotion but he has urges. Urges to make fun of you (affectionately) over how you glitch every time you get embarassed

he starts embarrassing you purely for your reaction after that

once you catch on he plays dumb and has nooo idea what you're talking about

Overall the glitching doesn't really affect the relationship in any way other than Kamukura making fun of you for it

(He made you race him once and you only ended up winning bc you glitched out of sight and he froze for a second)

#komaeda x reader #kamukura x reader #nagito x reader #izuru x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #nagito komaeda #izuru kamukura #danganronpa x reader

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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Ooo candy heart!! Izuru kamukura x reader with ❤️ you smile at me- i think i am in love? Just picturing it sound so cute!!!

Oo, Kamukura! I haven't thought about our long haired alter ego in a hot minute! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

I love you: "You smiled at me! I think I'm in love!"

“Did you just smile at me?” You gasped, eyes wide. “Oh my god, I think I’m in love.”

“You’re imagining things.” Kamukura told you flatly, red eyes piercing as they slid your way.

Still, you were undeterred. The fact was- stone faced, flat eyed Izuru Kamukura just smiled at you! That was a victory in itself. “Do it again.”

“What?” He blinked, scowling in confusion.

“Smile! For me.” You leaned forward some so you could peek past his hair, finding only a cold look in return. “Come on, you know you want to.”

“I really don’t.”

“Sure you do! Everyone loves to smile!” You pushed up your cheeks with two fingers, gesturing for him to do the same. Instead, he only glared. “Man, looks like I’m gonna have to break out the big guns!”

“The big…” He trailed off as you closed the distance, sitting before him with wiggling fingers. “Don’t.”

“Why? Is it because you’re…ticklish!” You grabbed his waist, squeezing rapidly. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle…tickle..eh.” There was no squirming, no laughing. He hadn’t reacted in the slightest. “Huh…I was sure you were ticklish here at one point.”

“Told you.” He shrugged, eyeing you curiously. Without warning, he poked your sides, making you squeak and curl up. “So you’re ticklish.”

“Wait! Whahahahhait, hohohohohld ohohohohon!” You broke into giggles as he continued poking and prodding your torso, each touch effective in making you squeal. Seems the ultimate tickler wasn’t lost in his wide range of talents. “Kahhahahhamahhahahahakuhuhuhuhura!”

“What?” He asked, rolling you on your back in his lap as he carried on tickling your sides and stomach. “What do you want?”

“Stahhahahhahp!”

“Stop….?”

“Tihiihiihihckling meheheheheehhehe!”

“Keep tickling you? Okay.” Even his teases sounded flat. Somehow that made them funnier. It wasn’t long before you were hiccuping between giggles, cheeks a bright red and eyes glistening with mirthful tears. Only then did he finally stop. “Huh. You’re all red.”

“Ehhehehee…heheheehe…yohohohu are tehehherrible!” You groaned, leaning back in his lap to look at him upside down. “Youhuhur lucky I lohohove you, you big jerk.”

His flat expression seemed to frown. It was only then you realized he was finally- finally smiling.

“Heh. Love you too, dork.”

Candy Heart Prompts Are Officially CLOSED!

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k23 #tickle #tickle dabble #izuru kamukura #reader #kamukura x reader #fluff #He's so deadpanned and stoic I'm obsessed akjejkajrkakjejkar #This was so fun ahhh!

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thestarswillmournourlove · 1 year

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Izuru x reader but I’m not confident in my characterization or ability to write fights- Also, this turned out a lot longer than I thought it would? Anyways, there’s some light violence, fighting, and swearing, but otherwise, please enjoy!

You woke up tied to a chair and blindfolded. This was already an issue. You don’t move, instead trying to get a feel for the room around you. From what you could tell, there were two—no, there were three people here. Two of them, girls by the sound of it, were talking. Based on what they were saying, they must have been sisters, and one was a lot meaner than the other. The third person was one that concerned you: you knew they were here, you could feel it (and you would never doubt your instincts), but there was no reason to believe it. They didn’t move, they didn’t talk, and you couldn’t hear anything coming from them.

Odd.

You subtly wiggled your hands, and you could tell that whoever tied them had experience. There was no way to wiggle out of them, even if you dislocated your wrists (which you were not above doing). Considering the skill with which they were tied, it would take way too long to untie them, and you would certainly catch the attention of your captors. You noticed that, much to your luck, your legs weren’t tied down at all. A mistake on their part. Now, you could have thought this through a bit more, but you trusted your instincts to guide you through this. So, you did exactly as they told you: you quickly stood and jumped, leaning so you’d break the chair when you landed.

It hurt.

It hurt a lot more than you would’ve liked, but if you had given it that second thought (or a first thought, to be honest), you probably would have realized that breaking a wooden chair with your own body wouldn’t be painless. Ah well, judging by the unmistakable feeling of wood cracking, it worked either way. You heard the girls shout, one in surprise and the other in glee, and you turned to your side, sliding your hands from behind you to in front of you. One of the girls was already advancing on you, so you grabbed one of the chunks of wood and swung. You aren’t sure what part of her you hit, but you know you hit something, considering the resistance the wood met and the pained grunt that came from whoever was in front of you.

“Junko!”

Junko? Well, you can’t say you’re exactly surprised: she had always given you a bad feeling. But what business did she have with you that required her to literally kidnap you? And she had a sister? You would have thought about it more if it wasn’t for her previously unknown sister rushing at you. You held up the piece of wood you had on instinct and found that it had blocked what was probably a knife.

Wait. A knife.

If you were able to do this right, then…

You could feel that she was drawing her arm back for another swing. Instead of blocking with the wood, though, you turned your arm so the back of your hand was facing her and let the blade hit you. It cut through the rope, as you had hoped it would, but it also left a pretty nasty cut on your skin. If you weren’t so out of it right now, it probably would have hurt a lot more. The adrenaline was doing wonders for you right now, though.

With one hand completely free and the other still tied with rope but still relatively free, you grabbed at the arm that held the knife. Whoever was attacking you didn’t seem to expect you to let them hit you, so they were just surprised enough to let you twist their arm and take their knife. Jumping backwards, you swiped off your blindfold, finally seeing the room.

Like you thought, Junko was here, and her and her sister seemed to be twins. You couldn’t see the third person, but considering they hadn’t done anything, you weren’t preoccupied with them. You quickly ran through your situation: you didn’t know where you were, you didn’t know why you were here, Junko’s twin seems to have fighting experience, and you still have no idea who this third person is. Great.

A quick scan of the room makes you aware of a door, one that is close and without any obstacles. Distantly you wonder if your body felt the breeze coming from under the door and automatically moved towards it, but more presently you wonder if that door leads to an exit or a room more confining than this one.

Well, you were never one to think things through, anyways.

Junko is still rubbing her head from when you hit her (and you thank your luck that you hit her head, of all places) and her twin is already starting to move towards you again. With no time to waste, you bolt towards the door, thanking whoever was out there that it was unlocked, and begin running through a hall.

It seemed that this was a building on the Hope’s Peak campus, but one that was relatively abandoned. If you had to guess, you’d say it was probably one of the old dorms that they never bothered to tear down.

You didn’t think about where you were running: you were trusting your body to go where it decided was best. You could hear two pairs of footsteps running after you and yelling and laughter, though you didn’t particularly care to try and listen to what they were saying. As you turned another corner, you saw a window at the end of a hall: an escape.

Now, you weren’t sure what floor you were on. Even you could admit that jumping out of the window was a bad idea, so you stuck the knife you took from Junko’s twin between your teeth and got ready to pry the window open.

‘I’m going to die here oh my gosh I’m so dead oh my god why-’

You were panicking (you’d have to be insane not to be) and running on pure adrenaline. When you got to the window and opened it, you stuck your head out to find yourself on what seemed to be the third floor.

Oh, you were fucked.

The footsteps were getting faster, and hey, you could probably survive a fall from a third floor if you fell right, right? Well, breaking a few bones seemed a heck of a lot better than learning whatever it is you were kidnapped for, so without further thought, you hopped onto the windowsill, putting one leg up onto it in preparation to straight up launch yourself.

You were so, so close, you could almost taste the over-sanitized hospital air (because it would take a miracle to not end up injured from this), but, as luck would have it, you were seized by the leg right before you could jump. Twisting your body, you aim a kick straight at the head of Junko’s twin, hitting her right as she pulls you to the floor. You landed harshly on your back, head smacking the floor. That weird feeling of your head being squeezed as your brain bounced around would have stunned you, if not for the fact that you didn’t need to think to act. No, as soon as you started falling to the floor, you reached to grab the knife you held between your teeth, grasping it firmly as you rolled over and stood up. The twin had lost her grip on your leg when you kicked her and she was currently holding a broken nose, so you had a brief moment of respite.

Peace never lasts though, as Junko herself was now swinging at you with--was that a syringe?!

‘Great, this is just great. They don’t want me dead, for whatever reason, but I’m not exactly finding that to be very reassuring!’

You weren’t a complete idiot: you had some fighting experience, sure, and maybe you could handle one of them alone, but both of them? No, fuck that. You ducked under another of Junko’s wild swings and made a mad dash for the other end of the hall, running past who you could only assume to be the third person from the beginning: his black hair was long, nearly reaching the floor, and he had unsettling red eyes. You might have only caught a glance, but sirens started blaring in your head: you didn’t know who he was or why he was here or why he hadn’t made any move to act, but you knew he was dangerous like you knew that the sky is blue and snow is cold. Junko and her twin were dangerous, sure, but he felt different somehow, like comparing tigers to a nuclear bomb.

‘Well, no time to unpack all of that.’

You were so preoccupied with the threat he presented that you didn’t notice you ran into a dead-end hallway. See, this is what happens when you think too much in a crisis…

Well, you still had the knife, and even if you knew you wouldn’t win, you’d make sure to be as much of a pain in the ass as you could before they overpowered you. You turned around, ready to face all three of them, only to be slightly surprised to see one person. Of course, it was the one that made every survival instinct in your body scream ‘danger’.

He was looking at you, a blank look on his face. You looked back, teeth clenched and brows furrowed.

You didn’t see him move.

You didn’t even see him move, and maybe if you were anyone else, that would have been the end of it. You weren’t anyone else, though. No, you were the Ultimate Instinct, and that meant your body would react before you even thought about it. If you were surprised to suddenly find yourself standing somewhere else, then it would only be fair to say that he was surprised to find you not in his grip. You both stood, staring at each other in silence again.

Izuru was surprised. Izuru was surprised. Throughout this little game, he had seen you do things out of the ordinary, but not out of the realm of possibility. After all, most people wouldn’t willingly let themselves be stabbed at (while blindfolded) for a chance to cut a rope, and that had somewhat caught his attention. He followed behind when Junko and Mukuro chased you, almost curious about what you’d choose to do. If he had to guess, he’d say you’d be cornered, then you’d either try to fight or immediately give in. There was, of course, the possibility of you jumping out of the window, but it isn’t the one he was particularly expecting. After all, most people wouldn’t be able to steel their nerves enough to jump out of a third story window, regardless of what was chasing them. Now, imagine how interesting he found it when you did exactly that: when you looked out the window and fully understood the danger that lies in jumping, looked behind you, and not only chose to jump, but were able to gather the willpower to fling yourself out of a window on the third floor. He was intrigued now, at the possibilities you might offer. This intrigue is why he told Junko and Mukuro to stay behind (while ignoring Junko’s laughter and claims that ‘she knew he’d love this gift’) and why he decided to actually ask you a few questions. He didn’t have any plans to hurt you (he didn’t see a point in it, after all), so all he really intended was to grab your shoulder so you couldn’t run away and try to decipher you. So, he was surprised to find that you had managed to evade him, because, by all logic, you shouldn’t have been able to. You shouldn’t have been able to see him move, process his movement, think of an action, and follow through with it. It simply shouldn’t have been possible. The human brain is quick, but it can’t process all of that quick enough to avoid him. Hell, he’s ‘fought’ with professionals in their fields, professional martial artists, professional boxers, professional fighters, and they were unable to move in time, so why can you? What is it about you that lets you do something impossible? Is it your talent? Izuru idly thinks that he should know your talent, and he probably does, but he doesn’t exactly know which name goes to your face so he’s unable to place it. What talent, though, would make this possible? Now that he thinks on it a bit more, you seemed to know what actions Junko and Mukuro were going to take before they did. Is it possible your talent allows you to process information quicker than a ‘normal’ person? No, if that was the case, you shouldn’t have been able to avoid Mukuro while blindfolded: there was no visual information to process. Then is it possible you just have heightened senses? That would explain you being able to dodge Mukuro while blindfolded, if you could somehow feel the changes in the air as she moved, but that doesn’t explain why you were able to avoid him. You had surprised Izuru Kamukura, and to inspire such a feeling within him only made him more and more curious.

You, meanwhile, are absolutely losing it. I mean, who is this guy? Why can he move so fast? You only realized what was happening after it happened. ‘Oh god I’m so boned this guy is insane what the fuck why can he move so quick oh jesus--’ “What’s your name?” And he speaks! And you dumbly continue to stare because he doesn’t even know your name and yet he just so happened to be there when you woke up from being kidnapped? He continues to stare, expression unchanging. If you didn’t know better, you’d wonder if he spoke at all. “You know, I could ask you the same thing.” You shook your head to clear your thoughts, gripping the knife and getting into a fighting stance (not that it’d be of any use). “I’m the one who got kidnapped, only to wake up and find you, Junko, and a twin I never knew she had sitting in the room where I was tied up and blindfolded.” “I am Izuru. Izuru Kamukura.” At least he had the decency to answer you. “Okay, great. So, mind telling me what the everloving fuck is going on? And why were you so quiet in the first room? I mean, you didn’t even move once and if I didn’t know better, I would have wondered if you were there at all.” ‘Wait stop talking you’re giving away too much--’ “‘If you didn’t know better’? I wonder, how did you know I was there to begin with?” ‘God I’m an idiot.’ “I’ll be more than happy to answer your questions after you tell me why I’m here.” The guy, Izuru, seems to ponder for a brief second. “Junko seems to think that you’d make a good ‘gift’.” Okay. Okay, this was great. Now you have even more questions. “A gift? What the hell is that supposed to mean? And a gift for who?” Maybe his lack of action was calming your nerves, but you felt yourself relax slightly. “Do you not know what a gift is? It’s something given to another person, typically as a show of goodwill or affection.” ‘Why is this school filled with such weird people? Surely he doesn’t actually think I don’t know what a gift is?’ “I know what a gift is, I’m not a complete idiot, you know. From what I know, though, people aren’t usually given as gifts.” “My mistake.” Even if this guy was setting off every alarm possible in your little pea brain, he was starting to irritate you. Sighing, you resist the urge to massage your temples. “Okay, a gift for who? And why me?” He takes a second to ponder again. “Truthfully, I’m not sure why she chose you in particular. It probably has something to do with your talent, otherwise it has to do with your behaviour. As for who, I felt it was obvious. She meant you as a gift for me.” ‘Great. Junko and her previously unknown sister kidnapped me to give me as a gift to some strange dude who might not be insane but definitely has some kind of issues.’ “I’ve explained to you the situation. Now, you’ll answer my questions.” Even if he’s undoubtedly dangerous, he doesn’t seem to have any ill will, and this is enough to relax you a bit more. “I feel like the situation could definitely be explained a bit more, but whatever, I guess. I’ll hold up my end of the deal and answer any questions you have to the best of my ability.” He doesn’t waste any time before asking his first question. “How were you able to dodge me?” Your expression must have been showing how confused you were, because he went on to clarify: “It shouldn’t be possible for you to see my movement, process it, think of a reaction, and act on it. So, how were you able to do exactly that?” Maybe you were losing it a bit, but when he tilted his head like that in curiosity, he was kinda cute. ‘No. Bad. This strange man screams danger, do not call him cute.’ “Well,” you begin, doing a bit of pondering yourself, “if I had to explain it, I’d say I kinda just ignored all of those steps.” Well, if Izuru wasn’t even more curious now. “You simply ignored the basic steps of forming a reaction?” “Yeah, I guess.” You blinked, and you were standing in a different spot again. He didn’t even have his arm out to grab you like before, he had just moved towards you quickly enough to trigger a reaction. “I…don’t understand.” For the first time since he was created, Izuru Kamukura didn’t understand something. It was an odd feeling, and he wasn’t quite sure if he disliked it. Just another thing he didn’t understand, he supposes. Now, you really shouldn’t tell him anything about you that might help him counteract your reactions. You shouldn’t. But…you found his confused expression way too cute to ignore, and you wanted to see what expression he’d make when he figured it out. ‘I’m an idiot. This guy might actually try and murder me, and I’m just giving him an easier way to do it.’ Sighing, you shook your head a bit at your own internal monologue. ‘Well, curiosity killed the cat, as they say.’ “Okay, let me try and explain it this way: I usually don’t think before acting. As in, I usually act purely on instinct. So, I didn’t need to fully process you moving, and I didn’t need to think to move out of the way before doing it. My body just kinda…does it.” Ah, it clicks in Izuru’s mind, you must be the Ultimate Instinct. “I see.” He had an adorably pensive look on his face, and you suddenly don’t regret telling him this ‘secret’. “You seem smart, Izuru, so I’m sure you’ve found out that this has to do with my talent, right? But I still don’t know what yours is. That doesn’t seem very fair, so you’ll tell me, won’t you?” Izuru was absolutely not interested in the concept of fairness, but you had proven to be significantly less boring than everyone else, so he supposed he’d entertain you with an answer. “I have every talent. I’m the ‘Ultimate Ultimate’, I suppose.” “Really? That sounds…” Now, he was expecting you to have one of the same reactions everyone else did: envy, jealousy, awe, something along those lines. “...really boring.” But you had already shown yourself to act differently than others, so really, that assumption was on him. You must have seen the surprise on his face because you were quick to try and amend your words. “A-Ah, I don’t mean you’re boring necessarily, and I’m sure it’s useful to have all those skills!” Izuru was far from insulted, though, and more curious as to how you came to such a conclusion. “Boring? Why do you think that?” “Well, it’s just…what’s the point, you know? I mean, the whole point of existing is to have new experiences, but if you really do have every talent, then no matter how new an experience is to you, it’s probably really predictable, right?” You pause, suddenly losing any tenseness in your stance. “There’s not any room to grow if you already know everything, and I just think that’s…kinda sad. You must be really bored all the time, huh? If I had to make a guess, I’d say you probably don’t get surprised or curious or anything very often, so when you do, you probably want to do whatever it takes to understand it, right? When you know everything, not knowing something can be really frustrating, but there’s also that joy in finding something new to explore.” Silence. ‘Great job, way to assume a bunch of things about this poor guy.’ “A-Ah, I mean, that’s how I’d feel if I was in your place, that’s not to say any of that is true!” ‘Wait, he was part of the group that kidnapped me, don’t feel bad! I mean, he technically didn’t do anything, but he didn’t exactly help, either!’

Once again, Izuru was surprised. This time not at anything you did, but rather at your way of thinking. Somehow, you had managed to almost completely pin down his entire existence after only interacting with him for a few minutes, and you seem to have done it by placing yourself in his shoes. Does that mean you have a similar thought process? To be able to reach the same conclusion after putting yourself in his place, that implies that you think in a similar way or, at the very least, are able to somehow understand his way of thinking.

A completely unfamiliar feeling is bubbling in his chest, and from what he knows about human emotions, he decides it must be something akin to joy. He doesn’t quite notice in the moment, but he’s smiling a small, barely noticeable smile, chuckling softly.

His smile may be barely noticeable, but it is noticeable. You get the feeling that he doesn’t smile very often, if at all, and the thought of seeing him do so makes a smile grow on your own face. You hear him chuckling, and it’s a quiet, soft, almost sweet sound. You decide you like it. “You are…truly fascinating.” Soft laughter spills from your own lips. “I’m going to take that as a complement.” Izuru holds his hand to his chin in thought for a moment before seemingly coming to a realization. “I’ve decided to keep you company.” “Oh? And if I decide to decline?” You can’t keep the smile out of your voice. “I have a feeling you won’t.” He can’t keep the slight smile from his voice, either. “Now, let me see your arm. You’re still bleeding.” “Oh, fuck-” And sure, maybe you shouldn’t let him continue to be around you after everything that’s happened today, and maybe you would have realized that if you had given it a bit more thought but…thinking things through wasn’t exactly your thing, was it? You’ve always decided to trust your instincts and things have always turned out okay in the end, and right now, your instincts were telling you that this would be one of the best decisions you’ve made in a long, long time.

#izuru x reader #ddr2 x reader #kamukura x reader #danganronpa izuru #drv2 goodbye despair #drv2 #izuru kamukura

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venoti · 1 year

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You fell first, but they fell harder.

Synopsis: They noticed your crush, but scoffed or laughed. Before they knew it, they fell deeper than ever expected.

TW: None.

Pairings: Izuru, Kokichi, Togami, and Toko.

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Izuru found you..bland and confusing. Such feelings as love were meant as joy, to him they we’re a nuisance. Seeing you make the effort to talk, smile, and wave. Just why? It’s boring anyway. You’ll get over him, then it will be nothing.

But seeing you with not even a interesting talent, it surprises him by how much you can possible be. It was..admirable to see. Wait what?

It started off just being him, and you were there to care for the patient. He still never really took a look of care, or interest.

So how was it just only you in his mind now? Your appearance was memorable. Everything about you was interesting to see again.

Such emotions didn’t recall to be so enjoyable. But it was weird. He was everything someone wished they could be, perfect. But how can someone like him so utterly important, fall in love for a nobody.

He couldn’t believe to call it love so easily.

Before, he scoffed to see your face blush over something so simple. But look at him how. Fallen so deep that just your face was what he needed.

Speaking from junko, of course she noticed! At one point she tried to use it against him. Didn’t end well..

It went on and on, so she set you guys up to a date. Both of your reactions was just the energy she needed.

But the reactions were the expression she didn’t know he had.

Did he smile—?!

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Kokichi..was interested. Even after being a total shit during trials, you liked him? It was a laugh in pride, a new companion perhaps? He let you follow, help, and slightly understand. It was like a piece to his puzzle. But he still wonders why.

He could say “I like you” ..would you say he was lying? Of course you will! That’s his whole point after all. Or he thought you would. Even though you turned embarrassed, slightly red to the face.

You were still worthy. It gave him a smirk. He could lie and you would know right away. His eyes widened but it was never shown.

It was to start as only him. You were only there to help, such feelings as love and like weren’t meant to be in the plan. No matter.

You were just..acceptable. He knew out of everyone you could have a reason to trust him. You would never know, but he was slightly touched.

But slowly his words became soft to you, or that’s what people say.

He liked working with you, you were a joy to be with. A joy? Your face became something adoring within the rest, he could look around and always find you.

Special he would call, even after being so eased with saying no love in planned.

He was lucky with you, at points like those, how could he lie? How could he fall so hard you were now apart of his life.

A distinctive partner, or he wished more than. He would never say, but the others around did.

At one point it was just disbelief, fighting the urge to say something. Shuichi was passing by hearing your conversation..maybe he stayed to watch.

Did he just say..I love you!?

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Togami could care less you had a so called crush. Who hadn’t had a crush on him? He was handsome, smart, charming, he had no reason to say why.

Just like everyone else he doesn’t care what your feelings are for him. Unless you can prove something, he doesn’t wanna hear it.

But once you flipped his entire page during a trial, he felt gaslighted. How? You were nothing more than a no one.

How did you realize something he couldn’t? Maybe that’s what caught his interest. He stared at you more often catching himself glancing at you.

Soon turned into a excuse. He would say he only stares because he’s suspicious. How could he ever admit he was amazed.

What everyone noticed is when he randomly defends you. They could say something about you but he would randomly go against.

That’s when it clicked, he definitely had something for you. But knowing him, will he even admit it..?

Maybe it was found to ease him up more, if he wasn’t so collective on you liking him back.

Togami spent his time at the library.

But he turned his body to your footsteps, you tilt your head and chuckled. His face lit to the sight of you, plan worked they say watching.

Wait..is he holding their hand now?

(Plot twist, you both already confessed.)

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Toko Fukawa was definitely isolated from you. You have a crush on her! That was something so obvious even for her.

She is mainly shown as timid, shy, and on her own. So how did you like her in the first place? She automatically said something but she only got a shrug in response. Huh?!

But she was sure tables would turn if she came out. But as genocide jack did come out, it wasn’t so bad? Of course she’s the same, but she was less of an asshole?

All she knows is that it wasn’t bad. Especially how quick you were to speak to her again. She jumped by the surprise, but just shyly nodded.

That was new, maybe you can be..friends. But the more you spoke, the more she was interested.

She looked to you in glim, blushing at the sight of you. How did it happen? Whenever you waved she quickly turned.

It was obvious for everyone now. But it wasn’t bad. Maybe it gave you the confidence you needed to say something.

Some people were walking down hearing the sounds of talking. They turned to a silent y/n and a interested toko.

They stayed to listen, it continued in a obvious speech, and then boom.

Did they just confess?!

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Thank you for reading!!

#gender nuetral reader #dangonronpa #x reader #danganronpa x reader #byakuya togami #kokichi x reader #togami x reader #toko x reader #izuru kamukura #izuru kamakura x reader #love at first sight #they fell harder

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golatcxr · 1 month

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Kamukura & Nagito Kakegurui AU by @celamoon (her fanfic ate guys please go check them out 🧎‍♀️)

I love the fact that both of these guy's fic are subtly linked in a way 🥺 (also the Lady Gaga titles mwoahhhh) Hot men who also gamble? Yes pleaseeee

Might as well draw more when I have time yipeee

#fanart #artists on tumblr #art #digital art #sketch #danganronpa fanart #procreate #danganronpa 3 #kamukura izuru #nagito komaeda #fanfic inspired #yes they lived in my head rent free #non-cp #izuru x reader #nagito x reader

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blues824 · 10 months

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Can I please request izuru Kamukura with a female Kalim Al-Asim reader.

🌞Her being a happy ball of sunshine that loves her s/o and likes to spoil him with gifts and loves hugging him and him finding her amusing but is protective of her.

🖤Izuru finding it amusing how different they are from each other he gets bored easily and doesn't like people and he doesn't feel emotions but his s/o loves people gets doesn't get bored easily and always show emotions.

🌞Him reacting to her food always needs to be checked for poison and her needing to be careful for kidnappers but now she has izuru and he can also protect her.

🖤Her inteduseing him to her family and realising that her inter family is like her and they are very accepting of him her mother shipping them so hard that she asks when they will marry.

🌞Her meeting him in school and bringing him food from her home country and feeding him and him just going with the flow.

🖤How would classmates react to this pair the ball of sunshine whith her dead serious goth bf .

Does this mean that I am going to open requests for Danganronpa when I finish with my current requests? Maybe. I’m just going through the anime and the game playthroughs.

Izuru Kamukura

He thought you deserved the title of The Ultimate Hope, if we were talking about it quite literally. You were painfully optimistic, as well as very naive, and he felt an urge to protect your rays of pure sunshine. He just watched as you put a charm bracelet upon his wrist, with little charms of yours and his initials with a bunch of little hearts. Your heart was filled with hope… a dangerous thing within Hope’s Peak Academy.

You were a very spontaneous person as well. He couldn’t predict what you would do next, be it present him with something or give him a hug, a kiss, hold a spoon of a food your personal chef cooked for you to his lips, etc. You’ve even once shoved crackers into his mouth because you were a bit too excited about sharing a meal with each other.

If we’re being honest, he doesn’t even trust the staff members your family hired for you. He will gladly become your taste-tester as well as your bodyguard because of his distrust in those surrounding you. You were a person of great influence and of great interest because of your family’s wealth that you were set to inherit. You were the one person who made him feel joy, so he would be damned before he let anything happen to you.

Speaking of your family, when you introduced him to them, he wasn’t too surprised that you had so many siblings. The only thing that did surprise him was the amount of times your siblings and even your mother asked about the wedding. You were flustered as well, but what Izuru did in response was the cherry on top; he said that he would ask you to marry him some time after you graduated, and your family members seemed satisfied with that answer. You couldn’t believe what he just said, but you had to admit that you were excited for it.

Whenever you both had lunch together, you would feed each other a bit of your meals. He just went with it, and it became routine. He’s the type of person to take a napkin and clean up the side of your face when you make a mess, calling you childish (affectionately) and telling you to eat over the container in case some of it spills.

All of your classmates are so shocked when he walks into the classroom with you on his back, and you are cheering out loud with him looking like a grumpy cat who got woken up. However, once he puts you down, you press a big kiss on his cheek before going off to your usual group of friends while he lingered close by, remaining vigilant.

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #izuru x reader #izuru #izuru kamukura #izuru kamukura x reader #danganronpa izuru

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bee-writes-n-spins · 4 months

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Hi :> I have never requested anything on tumblr before lol. But I wanna see a Nagito or Izuru x (Ultimate fashion designer) (Fem or gender neutral) reader!

It can be oneshots or headcanon or WHATEVER!! But I really wanna see one of them both :)

Thank you for your time!!!🎀

a/n: uhhh sure. i have been pretty busy with winter guard rehearsals so im getting all my requests done at once lmao. and i have no idea how to write izuru. but anyways, enjoyyyy! notes: ____ is just a better way of saying y/n

nagito

so to start, i've said this before, but he will absolutely attend all of your runway shows! hell, he'll even model for you. let him be your mannequin.

he loves beautiful things! like your designs!

and he's a rich boy.

you need a really expensive type of fabric?

done.

a rare color?

already bought.

he just wants to see you be happy

you're sitting facedown at your sewing machine, frustrated about your upcoming show this weekend. things can't go any worse. three of your models got sick, one had to cancel because of a family emergency, and, to top it all off, the lace you ordered isn't gonna come in till next week!

suddenly, you hear a soft knock that breaks you out of your frustrations.

"____..? you okay?" it's the sound of your boyfriend's raspy voice.

"no. this show's got me in a tough spot and i'm literally about to scream," you grumble into the table. your mind is numb at this point.

he silently stares at you, worried for both your physical and mental health. he tip-toes over to you and gently plays with your hair.

"how 'bout you take a break..? i know it might not be the best to spend time with the likes of me, but i think you should decompress a little..."

you look up, eyes red and puffy from crying. you slightly nod.

"yeah.. i think that's for the best.."

izuru

he would genuinely be impressed

someone with an actual fashion sense?

finally, someone who doesn't bore him to death.

in all seriousness, he wants you to succeed.

so, he'll do anything to get you there

even if it means doing some... unsavory things

he is the ultimate everything.. and that includes murderer

you aways wonder just how rival designers go missing when you need them to or why a venue that initially turned you down came crawling back...

also, being the ultimate everything, he'll probably know some tips on how to do that really complex sewing pattern you've been trying for ages to figure out.

he might not like most people, but he certainly does like you.

you're relaxing by the fireplace, drawing up sketches on your tablet. winter is almost over, so it's high time you start working your spring collection.

already cozy, you feel an even cozier presence sit next to you. you smile warmly, immediately recognizing who it is.

"i see you're all warm now, my love," you giggle, giving izuru a small peck on the lips.

he nods slightly in response with a faint blush on his face. "yes indeed," he pauses for a moment as he peers over your shoulder to silently study your sketches, "don't use tool there, it'll make it look tacky."

you shrug him off. "yeah, yeah.." you say as you throw your tablet aside and cuddle to him.

he just stares down, a small smile on his face.

#danganronpa x reader #dangonronpa #danganronpa nagito #danganronpa #nagito x you #nagito x reader #komaeda nagito #nagito komaeda #izuru kamukura #izuru x reader #danganronpa izuru #ask #reqs open #request #f!reader #gn!reader #m!reader #author is sleep deprived

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idyllcy · 6 months

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1989 tv event

Heyyyy!!! To celebrate 1989 TV's release, I'm hosting a small request event! Please select a character and send in a song name/number from the tracklist provided below, and I will write u a short!! kisses! xx

Track List

Welcome To New York - Jason Todd

Blank Space - Tim Drake

Style - Damian Wayne

Out Of The Woods - Tim Drake

All You Had To Do Was Stay - Damian Wayne

Shake It Off - Jason Todd

I Wish You Would - Tim Drake

Bad Blood - Izuru Kamukura

Wildest Dreams - Tim Drake

How You Get The Girl - Jaime Reyes

This Love - Jason Todd

I Know Places - Jason Todd

Clean - Tim Drake

Wonderland - Damian Wayne

You Are In Love - Dick Grayson

New Romantics - Stephanie Brown

"SLUT!" - Tim Drake

Say Don’t Go - Jason Todd

Now That We Don’t Talk - Damian Wayne

Suburban Legends - Dick Grayson

Is It Over Now? - Tim Drake

Sweeter Than Fiction - Damian Wayne

#komaeda x reader #tim drake x reader #dc x reader #damian wayne x reader #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #cassandra cain x reader #hajime hinata x reader #kamukura x reader #☾.event #stephanie brown x reader #jaime reyes x reader #blue beetle x reader #saiki k x reader #i know i haven't posted a fic with him in it on this acc yet but he's an option #ok go wild guys :3

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thebusytypewriter · 8 months

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May I request from your Followers event. If it's no trouble, I request izuru kamakura and reader insert, and the length will be long. And can it be fluff with a tint of angst, That's all and thank you!

Oh absolutely, anon. I went ham with this one (the brainrot was BAD) so enjoy the extra long fic!~

As always, this will be cross-posted onto AO3 shortly.

As the world falls to pieces, no one is immune to injury, fatal or not.

You learn that the hard way when rioters become extra violent in Tokyo, which ends in several explosions, wrecks, fires… everything. Whether it’s a homemade blast, something stolen from the government, or a freak earthquake, you have no idea. All that you know was that you’re just trying to evacuate when something goes off, throwing you a dozen feet back, feet-over-head. You crash into something hard and simply black out from the impact.

How you’re still alive is a mystery to be sure. When you come to, you’re sprawled across the pavement, lightheaded and confused. To get your bearings, you attempt to stand.

Keyword being attempt.

Your legs aren’t cooperating, simply staying inert even when you pull up on a nearby car. All of your arm strength isn’t enough to pull yourself up, and your lower back hurts like a bitch. It’s enough to make you cry out in pain and frustration as you simply flop back onto the road, defeated.

For the first time, you realize that you’re alone and completely helpless.

Until you hear footsteps nearby—heeled shoes, clicking across the debris-covered pavement, heading in your direction with careful steps.

You squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath. You’re not sure how much time has passed since the explosion, so you can’t completely rule out the idea that it’s a rioter. They were bloodthirsty people, and you would rather not get got immediately after waking up.

…Then again, who knows how long you could stay alive like this? Would you even be able to pull yourself to a store to get food? Or water?

The footsteps continue to approach, growing louder with every moment. You debate pleading for your life, wondering amidst the panic what you would even have to offer in exchange when—

“What an inconvenient place to rest,” they say, monotone and male. “The tension in your face suggests that you’re in pain.”

“Just get it over with,” you groan instead. “Put me out of my misery, yada yada.”

“Why would I kill you? You’re no threat to me.”

That’s… odd. You hesitantly open your eyes to see a vibrant red gaze looking back at you. This man stands over you without any sign of wary, only a blank expression on his face with the slightest hint of curiosity. Your eye is drawn multiple places, from the red eyes, to the long dark hair, to the rough scar across his crown. This is someone with a story, and you’d be enthralled if it wasn’t for the lingering confusion as to why he’s just… staring at you.

Weirdest looking angel I’ve ever seen.

“I assure you,” he says without prompt, “I am no angel.” When you gawk and open your mouth to question him, he simply talks over you. “Are you so faint as to not be aware that you said that out loud?”

It forces a startled laugh out of you. “I, uh, think I might have a concussion. Also my legs don’t work. So please, feel free to move on with your day.”

The stranger blinks at you. Once. Twice. “Odd,” he finally says, small and distant. “I shouldn’t be feeling pity.”

“Odd thing to say.”

“I should be incapable of having emotion. I was made that way.”

The scar across his crown suddenly makes sense, and now you’re feeling pity.

“Are your arms functional?” he asks.

“Yeah, looks like it. I can always just pull myself along until I find shelter, so—”

His hands are on you, then, guiding you up into a sitting position while you startle. The stranger is rather cold to the touch, but he’s quite gentle. After you’ve sat up, he fully squats in front of you, his gaze tracing everywhere available to it. One hand finds its way to the side of your head, and you yelp at the sharp pain. His brow furrows in response.

You think he’s checking your injuries, but for someone as hypothetically-emotionless as him, it feels odd.

He turns, back facing you now, and reaches out behind him a bit. “Arms around my neck.”

“Wh—The hell are you—?”

“That was not a request.” There’s no audible bite to his words, but you decide that you don’t want to test it.

Still hesitantly, you lean forward as much as you can and lock your arms around his neck, careful to not pull any of his hair in the process. Just as you’re about to question his intentions, the stranger’s hands slide under your knees and hoist you up into a piggyback position. You half expect him to show some kind of effort in standing, but he does so without problem.

You hold just a little bit tighter. “H-Hey, uh, whatcha doing?”

“I will be your transportation and protection until you are well enough to take care of yourself,” he responds simply, the duh implied. “Is this to your satisfaction?”

“…Do you have a name?”

Red eyes find you over his shoulder, no longer cold and menacing, but soft. “I have been named Izuru Kamukura. Call me whatever you wish, within reason.”

You introduce yourself to your savior, and he begins walking to god-knows-where.

– – –

Kamukura is, in fact, someone with a story. A batshit one, even.

Somehow, you manage to coerce him into spilling some things about himself. While he doesn’t remember much more than the past year or so, he does know that he was created as artificial talent by Hope’s Peak Academy by giving some poor Reserve Course student a lobotomy. (You’re upset on his behalf. What a dick move, Hope’s Peak.)

In return, you tell him a bit about yourself. Though, truthfully, there’s far less to tell than him. You’re a new university student, having barely made it past your second semester when everything went to shit. It’s unfortunate, really, but you do feel some semblance of peace without schoolwork constantly weighing down your shoulders.

Kamukura carries you everywhere, which really is everywhere, since you don’t have a destination, and he’s the wandering type. When not on the move, he provides you physical and occupational therapy by utilizing his many talents. Slowly, you gain more mobility in your lower half, but your legs still don’t cooperate enough to walk properly. When you suggest scouting out or making a wheelchair, he closes off.

You’ve gotten used to it, being looked after by a walking mystery. And if you didn’t know any better, you would say that you’ve both grown fond of each other.

(You contemplate kissing him by the fire one night.)

(You don’t. Your anxiety overtakes you.)

Judging by the day/night cycle, your time with Kamukura lasts for about three months before something changes. He’s particularly restless one morning from the moment you wake up, and he doesn’t elaborate when you ask him about it. You decide not to press.

It takes all day, but he ends up bringing you to the old Hope’s Peak Academy building, in all of its crumbling glory.

On the second floor, you arrive at a door that stands slightly ajar. It’s evidently a classroom, based on the remainder of desks scattering the place. From your minimal knowledge of Hope’s Peak, you know that this building was used for the Main Course students—the “Ultimates.” What would Kamukura have to do with classroom—You find the splintered remnant of a sign hanging from the wall—77-B?

Inside, he sets you down on the most intact chair. “Do you still have those flowers you found?”

The question takes you by surprise, but you nod and pull out the carefully-wrapped bundle: a daisy and a carnation. His luck had graced you with encountering the two in the remains of a flower shop the day before, so you’d taken special care to preserve them until you could find a good spot to replant them. It seems that he has another idea.

Kamukura grabs a vase from a shelf—again, has to be his luck for it to not be any worse than cracked—and gingerly places your flowers inside. He then sets it on a desk at the back of the room and slightly turns it, leaving a pretty array.

The pain that reaches his eyes alerts you to the truth—this is a memorial.

“…A friend of yours?” you ask as gently as you can.

“Chiaki Nanami. I believe she used to be a friend, before the Project.” Kamukura reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small hair clip, one with a pixelated spaceship. He rubs it between his fingers. “I watched her die at the hands of Junko Enoshima. I should have saved her. I was more than capable of doing so.”

“They took your emotions from you,” you counter. “Or at least they tried to. It’s not your fault you didn’t have the will to do it.”

“No, I am at fault. But at least Enoshima is dead now. She can no longer hurt the few people that I care about.” His meaningful gaze finds yours, and it shoots warmth through your body. “Would you mind giving a few moments of quiet? I have not been able to properly reflect on her like this until now.”

“Of course. Take as long as you need.”

And so he does.

Many minutes pass as Kamukura stares out the window into the setting sun, silent and somber. You watch him for a while, hurting by association, before you quietly pull out some paper and a pencil from your bag. Even if you can’t make this girl a headstone or something similar, you can make do and lay out a sign by the vase.

Chiaki Nanami, beloved friend and hero. Never forgotten.

While you fancy the lettering up a bit, something catches your eye from the doorway, forcing you to drop the pencil as you gasp. “K–Kamukura…!”

There stands a new face, a boy that can’t be much younger than you or your companion. His wide amber eyes are primarily locked on Kamukura, but they flicker to you with your outburst. With a suit and styled brown hair, you would have pegged him as a government agent or something, but he seems more nervous than anything.

You realize that you recognize him.

Kamukura turns sharply at your call, red eyes more murderous than they’d been in the past months, but they dull when they meet the newcomer’s. “Makoto Naegi. I understand that you’re here to apprehend me on behalf of the Future Foundation, along with the three dozen soldiers rapidly approaching our location.”

Naegi smiles in return, apologetic. “It’s, uh, good to meet you, Kamukura. But… yeah. Are you…?”

“I will not be running this time,” Kamukura assures him. “I will come quietly.”

You gape at the admission. “Wh—You’re—”

“On one condition.”

“O-Oh? Well, um, sure!” Naegi nods. “Sure. What is it?”

The walking mystery meets your gaze finally, and you hate the hesitancy in them. “My companion here is paralyzed in their lower half and requires medical attention. Physical therapy. Proper meals. I will only surrender if you take care of them as I have. They are not associated with my actions, and they are very important to me.”

Heat flies to your cheeks, but it does nothing to stop the pit from forming in your stomach.

The other seems surprised at Kamukura’s words, but he doesn’t voice it. Instead, his own apprehension melts away in favor of warm understanding. “I swear, we’ll take care of them as our own.”

“Then I surrender.”

“No,” you snap, pushing yourself up from the chair. Your weak legs wobble and threaten to give, but you hold yourself upright. “No, you can’t just leave me. Not after everything.” The desk is released in an attempt to step toward him, and your knees buckle beneath you.

He crosses the room in an instant, catching you under the arms before you fall completely and holding you to his chest. Your name comes out softly as he holds a hand to the side of your head like he did when you met. “I’ve known from the start that my path leads to the Future Foundation. It was a stroke of luck to come across a kind soul like yours along the way. Now I know that the Project could not strip me of all emotion; how else would I feel such fondness as this?”

“But I’m not gonna see you again, am I?”

“It is… unlikely, but not impossible. I won’t die, that much I am certain of. Stay with Naegi and his team until you’re better.”

“Kamukura—”

“That was not a request.”

You’re only faintly aware of the soldiers filing into the room as you hold his suit lapels tightly, stubbornly. They have to pull you from him like lovers separated in a war, and you’re handed off to Naegi as he apologizes to you.

Kamukura is escorted out of the building in restraints, and that’s the last you see of him.

Somewhere in the mess, a flower vase had been knocked over, its contents spilling onto the scorched classroom floor.

– – –

Given your questionable status within the Future Foundation, you’re kept in the dark about the Remnants as soon as they’re shipped off. Not that you expect much different, to be fair. No one trusts you from the moment you enter the facility, despite your lack of hostility and current physical handicap.

Speaking of, you’re quickly gifted a wheelchair for mobility purposes, but therapy is put on hold for the time being. It leaves your legs stiff and sore, even when you try to repeat the stretches Kamukura did with you.

You miss him, and you vocalize it often.

Asahina, a friend of Naegi’s, is in charge of monitoring you while her compatriots oversee the Remnants elsewhere. She does her best to keep you positive, and it only works sometimes.

You’re holding the pixel hair clip close one evening when your room’s monitor flickers on.

It shows the classroom Kamukura took you to, but it’s completely unscathed. Whole. Like the Tragedy never happened at all. You recognize the faces there from what little information you were given about the Remnants—Komaeda… Kuzuryu… Koizumi… all of them.

One girl introduces herself as Chiaki Nanami, and you gasp. Could it be…?

The final student enters the room, and your shock is completely overshadowed as you do a double-take. You know that face. It’s pinched with anxiety, not neutral, but you know it. You know those eyes. They’re olive green, not red, but you know them.

He calls himself Hajime Hinata, and you’re confused as hell.

Hina bursts into your room then, frantic and also confused as hell. She then spills their plan involving the Neo World Program, explaining the idea of blocking out Despair memories to heal their inner selves—or something like that—and clarifying that they did not expect Kamukura to revert to his pre-Project self.

You find that you like Hinata, but you wish he were Kamukura.

Then the killing game starts.

During your time with Kamukura, you’d witnessed the School Life of Mutual Killing, live on television, from start to finish. It was a horrific experience, and you weren’t even there. With the same bear in charge this time, the Remnants end up pressured to begin killing each other.

For the next three weeks, their numbers steadily decrease. You’re relieved that Hinata’s managed to make it this far.

As the program finally winds down, you catch wind of the Board’s displeasure of Naegi’s unauthorized actions. Hina manages to convince Togami to take you with him when he absconds, avoiding the fray, only for you to panic when one final killing game occurs among the Board and trial participants. Togami and his squadron rush to find their location, and you tag along on the helicopter ride to help with damage control.

To your surprise, Naegi insists that he and the others are fine and taken care of, and he points you in the direction of the seafront. You catch a glimpse of Class 77-B, and you take off in your wheelchair to meet them.

They’re piling onto a commandeered Future Foundation battleship, every one of them alive. It should be impossible for that to be the case, but you have a hunch.

You call out for Hinata, who startles, as you approach. Finally, sparing some room between you, your wheelchair comes to a stop. “So, um, you probably don’t know me, but I just…”

All words fail as you notice a distinct change about him—while one eye remains green, the other has taken on that sharp red you used to know. It’s the only thing truly Kamukura-like about him in appearance, but somehow it soothes you. There’s confusion in them, but only for a moment.

Hinata smiles, the warmth filling both eyes, and he says your name without prompt. “He told you he wouldn’t die, right?”

“Is he—”

“He’s in here. I think we have a lot to talk about. Do you think they’d mind if I borrowed you for a bit…?”

“Who the fuck cares?” You roll forward and past him to the ship’s ramp. “My transportation and protection is on this ship. If I’m a traitor, I’m a traitor. Munakata can fuck off.”

A laugh bubbles from him, and your heart flutters at the sound.

Even if he isn’t completely Kamukura, he’s still someone to lean on, both literally and figuratively.

He’s home.

I think there's been a glitch

Five seconds later, I'm fastening myself to you with a stitch

And I'm not even sorry

Nights are so starry, blood moonlit

It must be counterfeit

I think there's been a glitch

#Follower Event :D #salem's works #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #izuru kamukura #izuru kamakura x reader #kamukura x reader #i hope this was okay anon <3 #writers on tumblr

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izurusstuff · 5 months

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⚠️ 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!! ⚠️

message from izurusstuff: hello, lovelies <3 i woke up today and immediately ran to tumblr because of an amazing thought i had >:) it’s inspired by @goddess-of-green’s teacher nagito smut, i highly recommend you check their’s out because it’s awesome and lives in my mind rent free. also this is 18+ only, minors do NOT interact!!! and everyone’s legal age. also there’s spoilers for the danganronpa 3 anime and ending of goodbye despair, so read with caution if you don’t want spoilers

summary: You’re a student at the University of Tokyo a couple years after The Tragedy. The whole ordeal inspired you to become a psychology major with a minor in ethics. It’s your senior year at the university— you only have a semester left until graduation. Everything was perfect until this point, but your high-level ethics professor makes it hard to keep up your perfect grades. Fed up, you confront him, which leads to… something special ;)

A+ (Teacher!Izuru Kamukura x Fem!Reader Smut)

It’s another day in class towards the end of the semester. Finals are quickly approaching, and your stoic teacher is handing your papers back at the end of class. For some reason, he just wouldn’t give out A’s in his class. Your perfect 4.0 GPA was going to be brought down by this right before you graduated! You grew tired of his antics. Of course, it didn’t really tick you off until you spent days without sleep trying to finish your paper. Every other source told you that it was amazing and captivating.

But you got a B+, an 89.9

You were basically fuming at that point. It was obvious Professor Kamukura wasn’t going to admit that your paper deserved an A. Rage boiled through your body. Your nostrils flared and your knuckles tightened. You stared into your professors eyes with pure anger. He wouldn’t admit it, but your reaction wasn’t boring to him. He was used to boredom. His eyebrow ever so slightly raised at you, which only pissed you off more.

Without breaking any eye contact, you ripped up your 30 page paper in front of him and slammed it on his desk. Oh boy, he did not know what he was signing up for when he messed with the valedictorian’s perfect GPA.

“Can I help you?” He scoffed.

His apathy was the straw that broke the camel’s back. With your fists balled up, you took a deep breath and let it OUT.

“Is it your mission in life to make everyone miserable? Is it because you got used by your school to become a human weapon? Why the FUCK do you have to be so condescending?! Do you KNOW how hard I worked to be here?! DO YOU?! If you hate people sooo much and you’re always bored by them, why did you take the job here? It’s not like you’re the best of the best! I can name thousands of people who’d be a better teacher for this job than you are… so why do you think you’re hot shit? You’re not… you’re a hurt little boy with some weird complex a-and you’re RUINING everything… so what the fuck is your problem, Kamukura?!”

Holy shit. Your response had him speechless for a brief second. He had to compose himself before staring you down and giving a response. However, you weren’t even CLOSE do being done…

“Your paper was bori-”

“Boring? Yeah, I fucking KNOW! Everything’s boring to you! But I am NOT letting your stubborn ass ruin my perfect GPA, do you understand?! What would capture your attention? Writing my paper on Junko Enoshima? Chiaki Nanami? Ooh I know! How about Hajime Hinata!”

Ouch. The last name really struck a nerve with Izuru. He actually felt a sense of sadness; something he hasn’t felt since he watched Chiaki’s final moments. Kamukura simply walked away, the nerve!

“Oh, you think I’m DONE with you?!”

“Doubtful.” He rolled his eyes, opening the classroom door for you. Huh, weird.

“I’m heading to my office. You can come with or continue your temper tantrum in here until the next class comes.”

You stood in shock for a moment. He was actually inviting you to his office…? I mean, it was in his own weird way, but it counted, right?

He walked in front of you without saying a word, only motioning to the door of his office.

Izuru’s office definitely didn’t fit him. There was a few coffee mugs, packets of chamomile tea, kawaii stuffed animals, a sword, etc. Were these all the gifts his former classmates gave him?

“Sit.”

You did as he said, looking around at everything in awe. Kamukura pulled out a folder than had your last name on it with copies of your old papers. You were utterly shocked he kept up with stuff like that.

“[L/N]. Your final semester here.”

“How did you-?”

“You’re valedictorian. I hear about you wherever I go.”

He… knew stuff about you? You were utterly shocked and dumbfounded. You thought you were just another boring face to him.

“I’ll say this one time and one time only. Your response to your grade impressed me. We both know that never happens.”

“Oh. Sorry, I guess?”

“Don’t apologize. It takes away character.”

You looked at the floor and nodded as Professor Kamukura looked through your folder more. Surprisingly, it earned a few impressed eyebrow raises from him.

“Your papers have no mistakes. They’re merely boring to me. Except for your last one on the ethics of Hope’s Peak. For obvious reasons, I do not have any interest in reading a paper about the school that used me.”

Realization hit you, and you actually felt bad for him. It was the first time you did. You looked at the ground and nodded. Kamukura obviously picked up on your regret, which he rolled his eyes to and tapped on the desk to get your attention.

“Why are you remorseful? It’s just a grade. If you need an A that badly, I’ll change it.”

You shook your head. It nearly knocked him out of his seat in surprise.

“No. It’s because you’re still a person, which everyone forgets about. Including me.”

Your humanization of him really REALLY struck a nerve. But in a good way. The tone in the room shifted to a way more positive one, and you swear you saw his mouth turn into an ever so slight smile.

“Your response… was not what I was expecting, Y/N.”

He used your first name?! You jolted up to stare at him in utter disbelief.

“If you want to go, I won’t keep you.”

You shook your head. Neither of you knew what to say next. However, it seemed you two were truly seeing each other as humans. Not human experiment and student who only cared about her grades, but humans… and tension filled the air. Both of you stood up with Izuru locking his office door and backing you against the wall.

Your heart fluttered so incredibly fast. Just mere moments ago, you were about to square up with your teacher. Now you want nothing more than to hold him. Little did you know he felt the same about you.

His red eyes expressed a hint of worry behind them. You could tell he was concerned about hurting you or pressuring you into this.

With a deep breath, you closed the distance between you two and finally kissed him. You expected him to shove you away and call you boring, but his hands merely cupped your face as he deepened the kiss. You melted into it, completely forgetting that he was the reason you wouldn’t have a perfect GPA. But in that moment, you couldn’t care. You didn’t care that you were passionately kissing your teacher who has no emotion towards anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want to leave?” Kamukura asked, not taking his eyes off your mouth. You could tell he wanted nothing more than you to stay with him.

“I’m sure…”

His mouth slightly widened into the barely visible smile he had before. He smiled into another kiss with you, pushing you up against the wall. Izuru obviously knew what you were thinking, but he didn’t want to make the first move out of respect (consent king). So, you took his hands and moved them down to the dip in your hips. He definitely got the memo.

“Tell me if you want to stop.”

You nodded. The kisses got more rough, but he took his time with caressing your body. You loved the passion he was showing, but God you wanted him to hurry up.

Once he got to your chest, you took your shirt off, giving him an uncovered view of your chest. He was mesmerized by your body. Kamukura pulled you into yet another kiss, but this time it was by grabbing your ass. You were surprised by his strength, but then again, he WAS made to be impossibly strong…

While he was doing his own thing to you, you unbuttoned his shirt and watched it slide down his muscular arms. Holy shit. You weren’t expecting that. You should’ve, but you didn’t.

He softly chuckled, and that surprised both of you. Izuru removed his shirt, pulling you closer. You could feel each other’s body heat. You finally took off your bra and slid your skirt down. He took no time in reaching for your chest and caressing it. Meanwhile, you got his pants off. He led the two of you to his desk…

Kamukura laid you down and kissed down your body until he got to the line of your underwear. With a delicate touch, he took them off and put himself between your thighs, looking up at you with curiosity and lust. You whimpered, and that only made him more crazed.

He gently rubbed a finger up your slit, causing you to whimper yet again. You could see his smile through your half lidded gaze.

Finally he stuck a finger in. You gasped out in pleasure, and he slowly moved it in and out. You grabbed his hair and whimpered again. Fuck it, he couldn’t wait any more.

Kamukura removed his last article of clothing and slowly slid into you. Your hands grasped onto his toned back as your moans got louder with every inch he put in. He looked down at you, putting his hands underneath your back as he began his thrusting.

You heard his soft grunts, making you further crazed. You wrapped his legs around his torso and he sped up. The light of the hallway peeking in through his blinds gave his toned body a beautiful glow, and you were starstruck by it.

In an odd moment of wholesomeness, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead while he harshly thrusted into you. The duality, good lord.

Your whimpers and tightening drove him crazy. He sped up as fast as he could, causing his desk to shake. Even if someone heard you two, neither of you cared because of how good you both felt.

Even though it felt like seconds, moments passed before you tightened around him from finishing, therefore making him cum too. Both of you were unbelievably sweaty from the deed, and you laid on his desk staring at the ceiling.

“I’ll change your grade to an A.”

RAAAA THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE THINGS IVE EVER WRITTEN, SHOUKD I MAKE A PART TWO…

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celamoon · 6 months

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CRESSIE OMGGG CONGRATS ON 1.5K YOU DESERVE US ALL AND SO MANY MORE <<33333 no but seriously you keep fandoms you're in F E D

As for the event... could I possibly request a Hello Kitty (Izuru Kamukura) plush with a Red Velvet scent and a blue heart? 👀

I gotta dip back into the server also I miss you guys

Kamukura takes the half-eaten skewer from your hand as you order something new. He bites into it, the flavor tasting like nothing yet everything to him. It tastes like street food— as to be expected from a night market. Despite his disappointment in the flavor, he finishes the skewer, tilting his head at you when you bite down on the cotton candy.

"Is it good?"

You raise a brow at Kamukura.

"That was a stupid question. Can I have a bite."

You rip a piece off, shoving it in Kamukura's mouth as he hands you your tea from earlier.

"Not getting ice was smart."

"Thank you." You grin. "It's not watery, right?"

"No." He shakes his head. "Would you like anything else?"

"Would you like anything? Oh, actually. Let's go get tiramisu and dango. I heard the one here is really good." Your fingers wrap around Kamukura's wrist as you tug him through the crowd, steering as Kamukura keeps an eye out for any hazards under your feet. The crowd makes him sort of uncomfortable. Though, he supposes it's fine if it's you.

"Do you want any specific flavor?" You pause. "I'll get a strawberry. You're just going to tell me they all taste the same and then steal the strawberry from my slice."

Kamukura opens his mouth to retort, closing it when he remembers you're right. He does it a lot. He does it every time, actually.

He thanks you when you hand him the strawberry from your slice, pointing at the bench to the side, tea still in hand.

"Would you like a bite?"

"I'm good." You hum, licking your fork. "It's good."

Kamukura scoops the first slice of cake and presses it to your lips anyway, opening his mouth to try and get you to open yours. You comply, and the cream melts on your tongue as you smile. "It's good."

He nods, focusing on your lips. "Stay still."

"Hm?" Your heart leaps into your throat as he leans in, licking the frosting from the corner of your lip, humming in content when he tastes the strawberry. "Wh- huh?"

"It's good." He smiles innocently.

The mischievous look in his eyes says anything but, but you don't complain.

Not when he's so comfortable anyway.

#WAHH BUNNY I MISS YOU TOO UGHGHHG #kamukura x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #danganronpa x reader #izuru x reader #☾.events

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thesongmachine · 11 days

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Hello may I request Shuichi, Nagito and Izuru with a really tall (like 6'8 or smth) s/o? Sorry if it's too many characters

omg yes I love this! sorry it took me forever life's been stressful lmao 😣

Shuichi, Nagito, and Izuru x Really Tall! Reader

Shuichi Saihara

Okay so like tbh he's kinda intimidated by you

like your just so... tall???

ofc he doesn't think it's a bad thing but he can't help but feel intimidated

when you guys kiss and stuff, he has to go on his tippy toes 😭😭

you guys are rlly cute tho

he's not a really short guy but compared to you he looks small

when you sleep together (not like that tho) he ends up clinging onto you

he doesn't do it on purpose but it's like a habbit lol

ofc tho when you wake up he apologizes cause he's kinda like

'oh crap!!!'

but he loves you so so much!!!

Nagito Komeada

he finds you useful lol

like he's not short rlly but AGAIN compared to you he's a but below average

he kinda has you as like his threatening guard dog

who may or may not be all that threatening

people do NOT fw him if they see you around

he kinda likes it

he is just in love with you oh my goodness

he is just ENAMORED OMG

like idk he just thinks your height adds to your beauty

he's so down bad for you

like it's actually insane

but it's cute soo 😇😇

Izuru Kamakura

okay so I hc him to be pretty tall-

but ofc nobody is taller than you!!

he finds it kinda annoying

like what the freak!! hes supposed to be tall not you 😡😡

but it's entertaining

sometimes to tease him you crouch and make him feel A LOT smaller than he really is

and that kinda pisses him off so he just won't talk 2 you for the rest of the day

ofc tho you guys kiss and make up so it's all good 🫶🫶

if anyone says something like 'hey hows the weather up there!'

that kinda offends him

like why are you talking to my s/o like that??? ik fighting you bro

and he probably ends up breaking the person's arm-

he's like a dog you gotta keep on a leash LMAO 😭😭

#x reader #fanfiction #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #nagito komeada x reader #nagito komaeda #shuichi saihara x reader #shuichi saihara #izuru kamukura x reader #izuru kamakura

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lusticial · 2 years

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kokichi, junko and izuru, mukuro, and tsumugi (non despair!) with an extremely unpredictable (but surprisingly smart) reader? smart as in knowing seemingly everything about everything, and unpredictable as in will build a working tank out of a plastic fork in one hour out of pure boredom

sorry if theres too many characters! if there are than i dont mind if you just do the first 3. ty!

kokichi, junko, izuru, mukuro, and tsumugi with a smart & unpredictable reader!

warning: gn reader, mentions of bullets on mukuros part, not proofread.

KOKICHI OUMA

when he first met you, he thought you were a normal person. he saw nothing extraordinary about you.

though, this was his mistake. he fell for your unpredictable-ness.

one morning, he walked into the breakfast room thing I FORGOT THE NAME LOL

to his surprise, he saw YOU standing next to a huge cinnamon bun which smelled really good

"WOAH! WHAT IS THAT!"

"..."

from that moment on, he KNEW you guys were gonna get along.

he took up every opportunity to bother you, hoping you would finally lash out on him

but ya never did!

he would purposely clog his toilet just to watch you unclog it with a tube of lipgloss.

and you never made a mistake?? huh??

he was so intrigued. he thought you were.So cool.

whenever he tried lying to you, you always saw through it. as much as he hated it, he was very impressed.

"there's no one quite like y/n!"

JUNKO ENOSHIMA

omg.WAHT??

im saying this because. she sensed it as soon as she saw you.

it was cold outside, you were just trying to buy a hot coffee.

all of a sudden, some SUPERMODEL grabs your shoulders and just. stares at you.

don't be intimidated! she's just trying to read you.

when she's certain you have potential, she immediately starts screaming and hugging you.

poor you 😭

"hah... uh.. everything okay..?"

"omg SO SORRY FORGOT TO INTRODUCE MYSELF!! the names junko enoshima!!"

after that, she insisted on getting coffee with you. even though you didn't know her, you subconsciously agreed.

after that day, you guys started hanging out more and more.

you also got a lot more phone calls then usual. i wonder who it could be??

"y/nnn!!!! i need you ASAP! i just dropped my favorite blush :(("

she did it on purpose

after a while, she couldn't take it anymore. she had dropped SO MANY hints that she likes you, but you just never understood!

she soon invited you to the same starbucks you both met at

"y/n, i like, really need to ask you something..."

"yeah?"

"so like... do you wanna be my s/o or wtv"

you just... sat there.

she said it so casually? but of course you said yes.

you guys lived happily ever after the end hahaha I HOPE YOU GIYS BREAK UP.

IZURU KAMUKURA

you were both regulars at a certain coffee shop, so he often saw you a lot.

at first, he saw you as an npc. he never payed much attention to you.

that is, until there was an accident at the coffee shop.

one of the blenders had exploded, and it was rush hour.

you got up from your seat and started fixing it with a straw and a toothpick.

he watched it all, he was suddenly very curious.

he had never seen someone like you, he wanted to know you better.

everyday, you would go to the coffee shop and catch up on some school work.

until... you notice a certain person sitting closer and closer to you everyday.

one day, while you were leaving, that same man tapped on your shoulder.

your first thought was that he looked a bit scary. black suit, LONG hair, and crimson eyes.

"hm? sorry, did you need something?"

"yes. i'm izuru kamukura."

he held out his hand, indicating for you to shake it.

you shook his hand "nice to meet you, izuru! my names y/n."

after that, you guys had small talk every day at the coffee shop, until the small talk turned into full on conversations.

well, you mostly did the talking. he listened, which was nice.

he would ask you to make the most random stuff, which you would actually do.

"well, how about a duck made out of pencil led?"

the next day you'd walk into the coffee shop with a duck on the tip of your pencil.

he was very fascinated.

perhaps... you were not so boring.

MUKURO IKUSABA

now this, this was definetly something.

she couldn't help but want to know more about you, but at the same time, she tried isolating herself from you.

she originally knew you because you were good friends with junko, so she was forced to listen when junko rambled about your amazing intelligence.

the only interaction you and mukuro ever had was a slight wave and a small "hey".

it started off small. instead of smiling everytime you saw eachother, she would greet you with "hello."

everything when up from there. the "hello" turned into a "hey y/n!" and a hug sometimes.

though, she had to admit, she was amazed to see you turn a box of tissues into a GENUINE bullet.

even though it didn't cut through skin, mukuro believed she had underestimated you.

she won't admit it, but she loved watching you build useless stuff out of useless objects.

whenever she asked why, you would simply state "cause i'm bored" which kind of made her even more curious.

she couldn't take it anymore. the more she thought about it, the more she wanted you in her life forever.

of course, you noticed this very fast. you just wanted to see HER do it.

soon, she finally invited you somewhere. a park. in her head, it was a perfect idea.

but umm... there were babies crying, dogs barking, and children begging their dads to play with them.

when she asked you out, you laughed and said yes.

it wasn't the most romantic confession, but it was certainly one that will be remembered.

TSUMUGI SHIROGANE

unlike everyone else, she didn't let it change the way she saw you.

you guys clicked immediatley, and quickly became good friends.

"hey y/n, wanna cosplay with me? i'll let you choose which character!"

you obviously said yes, cause, what's the worst that could happen?

well, while looking at a goku cosplay, you accidentally ripped off a few pieces of the wig.

while tsumugi assured you it was nothing, you insisted on fixing it.

instead of taking super glue... or just getting a new wig... OR REALLY ANYTHING...

you took some tinfoil, licked it, and sticked some of the pieces of hair on it.

it surprisingly... worked?

she was confused, but also AMAZED!

it takes some true talent to fix a broken cosplay like that! you were truly meant to be a cosplayer!

sometimes... JUST SOMETIMES, she would call you and complain that she ripped her sailor moon dress, and wanted you to fix it.

of course, how could you say no? you rushed to her room, took some toothpaste and a ruler, and fixed the dress completely.

your talent was AMAZING! it was so useful!

when she was certain she liked you, she just straight up asked you out.

"hey y/n, wanna go on a date sometime? i think you're really cool!"

ugh how sweet how could you say no

perfect for eachother 10/10

a/n: SORRY THESE ARE SO SHORT!! also ik ik mukuros part is ooc I KNOW. sry 😭😭LOL anyway srry for not posting i'll try to write more okbyeee

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