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dangan-castle · 2 years

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“May I have this dance?” (Nagito x fem!dancer!reader)

(A/N: I’m sorry again for the hiatus but here it finally is. A lot of the writing is kind of old but I hope it’s to your liking.)

The hope’s peak academy prom is starting soon. Some people are very excited while other people don’t really feel like going or don’t know what to expect. Nagito Komaeda, the Ultimate Lucky student is one of them. He always thought no one would go to prom with “trash like him” so he never really saw a point in going. But little does he know, there is actually someone who wants to invite him to prom, and that someone is you.

You’ve been one of the only people who ever talked to Nagito and he is really grateful for your company. You’ve been really great friends for a while despite how Nagito always says he doesn’t deserve a hopeful ultimate being his friend, but you still stayed with with him and eventually developed a crush on the white-haired male.

It was the day of the prom and you stopped by near Nagito’s locker as you see him rummaging in it. He noticed your presence and closed his locker. “Hello Y/N, do you need something?” Nagito says, giving a closed-eyed smile. “Uhm yeah. I was just wondering, do you have a date for the prom tonight?” You asked. “No I don’t have a date, but that isn’t really surprising, is it? I mean who would want to have trash like me be with them at prom?” You put your hand on his shoulder “Hey, you’re not trash. And also I was going to ask you to be my prom date anyway.”

His eyes widen “Surely you’re just saying that out of pity, an excellent dancer like you could always find someone better to take to the prom than a filthy insect like me.” “It’s not out of pity, I genuinely want you to be with me at prom. I don’t mind if you don’t want to come with me but not just because you think of yourself as these things.” He was surprised by your insistence, he never knew anyone would be ever willing to do something like this with him, so he accepted your invitation. Before you could react, the bell rang for your next class. “Oh, there goes the bell. I’ll see you at prom then.” He waved you goodbye as he gave you the smile that always made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

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Hours have passed and now it was time for prom, You entered the room where the prom was held and saw all your friends in a variety of wonderful outfits. You were excited but you had to go find your date. You tried to look around, occasionally bumping into people nearby, then you found him.

He stood out to you the most at that moment, he just looked so beautiful. His hair, his suit, his shy expression, you cant take your eyes off of him. You called out his name and waved at his direction. He flinched at your sudden appearance then gave a reliving chuckle as he went up to you.

“I hope it didn’t take too long for you to find me. I.. I still can’t believe you chose someone like me to be your date to prom, I must be the luckiest being alive to have such an opportunity.” He scratched the back of his neck “It didn’t take too long, also you look very lovely tonight.” You gave him a reassuring smile. “I-… Thank you very much, you look absolutely stunning yourself, if you don’t mind me saying.” You replied with a quiet “Thank you.” and you both went to get something to eat for now.

After a few small conversations with fellow classmates while drinking punch, you both went to a spot where it was slightly more distant from the rest of the students. You wanted to get rid of the lack of conversation, so you finally asked the question. “May I have this dance?” He stood confused, “You… you want to dance with… me?” You nodded and held out your hand in front of him happily.

“…I don’t understand why you want to dance with me, I’m not really good at dancing. And even if I was, I would never reach your skill no matter how I tried. I’m not even sure how I befriended such a talented dancer! Trash like m-“ You silenced him before he could talk down on himself “I could teach you if you want.”

“You really would? Oh wow, I don’t think I could accept such an offer from someone so special!!” You reassured him that it’s okay for him to dance with you so he gave you a nod.

“So what kind of dance do you want to try? Waltz? Foxtrot? Tango?…” He only scratched his cheek with his finger shyly without giving an answer because he hardly has any knowledge in dance. You decided to teach him the classic ballroom dance you see in movies and tv shows, hoping that it's somewhat familiar to him since that’s the easiest thing you could do.

“So just put your hand here and I’ll put mine on your shoulder.” You could feel how shaky his hand is on your back as you continue to instruct him. Surprisingly he hasn’t said anything bad about himself yet so you continue talking before he does. “And now you just move your feet like this.” He attempts to follow your steps, trying not to step on your feet. You could see his features more up close this way. His face looks reluctant, probably from thinking he doesn't deserve to be this close to you, but he seems to be enjoying himself nonetheless.

It was going smoothly, until he somehow tripped due to his luck. He let out a yelp when you gracefully caught him before he could fall to the ground. Your eyes met his and you gave him a smile. “You did well, Nagito.” You pulled the flustered male back up and continued to dance. The music went slower and most of the people started to slow-dance. You both felt like you were in slow motion at that moment and it felt more intimate. He was somehow getting the hang of it quickly and suddenly your chest was then against his.

You gently twirled Nagito and dipped him slowly, you could see stars in his eyes and a pink tint on his cheeks. The moment felt so perfect. You couldn’t think before you act so you pulled him in and pressed your lips against his, he froze from your sudden gesture. After all this time, he never thought you could ever have feelings for him, for scum like him out of everyone here. He truly doesn’t know what to do. You pull away from the kiss and saw his stunned expression which made you worried. 'Did I go too far?' You ask yourself.

“A-Are you okay.” You cup his cheek softly “Oh, I’m alright. It’s just that I never thought anyone would want to do anything like that to someone as lowly as me, let alone an ultimate like yourself.” He starts to calm down a bit. You pull him back up to the position you were in earlier. “Please don’t say that you’re lower than any of us. You have the same potential as any ultimate here. I don’t like that you say such untrue things about yourself, because I like you a lot. And I know that you hold a beauty that no one else could ever have.” You smile softly as you wrap your arms around his neck.

This moment made his heart swell, it felt like this was the luckiest night of his life. For someone he cherished so deeply to love him back? He doesn’t know how to thank you. “So.. do you still want to dance?” You place your forehead against his “Of course, my hope.”

Thank you for all the support for our blog has gotten despite our incredibly long break, we really appreciate it. We hope you enjoy your stay.

- Mod Maki

#mod maki writes🍀#may i tell you a story to go along with your tea?☕️#nagito x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito imagines #Nagito Komaeda #sdr2 #sdr2 x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #komaeda x reader #danganronpa goodbye despair #request accepted welcome to the ball!🌹

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sugarlovebunny · 2 years

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Y’ALL BETTER SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM BCS IT’S HIS BIRTHDAY..

AND IT WASN’T A DAMN QUESTION MY BABY NEEDS LOVE.

#danganronpa nagito #nagito imagines #nagito is daddy

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mod-kyoko · 9 months

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Hello! Hope you’re having a good day/night. Could I please request Nagito x gn reader that was helping take care of him during the whole despair disease outbreak, and whenever Nagito said ‘I hate you’ the reader would just respond with something along the lines of “Love you too, Komaeda.” Could be headcanons, oneshot, or whatever. Whichever you’d prefer.

Sorry if this sounds weird, I don’t usually make requests lol. Thanks in advance!!

taking care of despair diseased nagito

type: in killing game, hc format, established relationship

a/n: anon it's so crazy i was literally just playing chapter 3 of dra2 and was at the part when they get the disease

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you noticed right away that something was wrong with nagito

every word that came out of his mouth was a lie

it was almost like he couldn't speak the truth at all

when hajime felt his forehead and noticed that nagito was burning up, you knew that was the reason behind his behavior

monokuma popped up soon after, confirming that nagito was indeed afflicted by the lying disease

still, you didn't understand why some disease would cause nagito to say things like nothing is real, everyone is fake, and everyone is out to get him

but it was impossible to reason with him, especially because not long after he passed out, crumpling to the floor

you lunged forward, grabbing onto him to soften his fall, and pulled him onto your lap

"mikan! we need to get him to the hospital!" you yelled, while everyone else stood by in shock

the nurse helped you carry nagito all the way to the hospital on the third island, where you laid him in a bed

"u- um, we need to get him out of his clothes and into a gown," mikan said

"i got it, go help ibuki and akane," you replied, so she left it to you

nagito regained consciousness while you were slipping his shirt over his head

"ah! what are you doing to me? ah, are you planning to abduct me and take me to your home planet?"

you would have laughed at the silliness of the question if he wasn't in such dire condition. instead, you replied patiently

"i'm not an alien, nagito" you reached for his pants to slide them down his legs, but he swats your hand away

"i don't... want..." he was struggling to finish his sentence without panting from the fever

"i know, i'm sorry. but i need to get you into a gown. would you rather have mikan do it?"

"yes, i would much prefer mikan do it," he rambled, staring at the wall

your heart fluttered a little bit, knowing he meant the opposite of what he said. but this wasn't the time to be flustered

after wrestling with your boyfriend a little bit, you finally got his pants off, and draped the gown around his shoulders

once you tied it, you let him lay back down on the bed, and he closed his eyes

at this point there wasn't anything else you can do, with no medic knowledge, so you decided to just comfort him through it

you reached out to pat his head, smoothing down his hair

he reacted weakly, shaking his head as if to shoo away your hand

"get your filthy hand off me," he snarled

by now you were starting to translate his words in your head

"go away (please stay)"

"stop touching me (don't stop)"

with one hand running through his hair, your other laced your fingers in his, watching as he shifted between a state of being awake and being unconscious

"i... hate you" he spat, beads of sweat collecting at his temple

"i love you too, nagito" you smiled, gently squeezing his hand

"i seriously... hate you... go away."

"i'm here, you're okay. i won't leave you."

"i don't want you here! go away!"

his eyes were watering, and you didn't know if he was crying because he was in pain or angry, so you reached out and wiped the tears away

"i want to be here, i won't leave you, i promise."

you could have sworn you felt him squeeze your hand back once before he slipped back into sleep

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#mod kyoko #danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #goodbye despair #nagito komaeda #nagito x reader

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ashsirens · 12 days

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It's funny that when Kodaka tweeted about Shuichi being bisexual everyone screamed for joy, but when he tweeted about Komaeda being totally cool with going out with girls, everyone went blind.

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hajihiko · 9 months

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Warning: super vague gore

Can't you hear the scratching? There's something at the door...

(The line is actually "you bleat" and not 'bleed' but the latter is just so fitting. Anyway spookie vibes

#This is what I want an animatic out of #Sdr2 #Super danganronpa 2 #Nagito Komaeda #Mikan Tsumiki #Fuyuhiko kuzuryu #junko enoshima #Name a line harder than 'if we join our hands in prayer enough; to god I imagine it all starts to sound like applause' try it

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hitomisuzuya · 6 months

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❤Yandere Ghoul Nagito smut for Halloween ❤

Ghoul Yandere!Nagito x fem!reader. Smut. Cunilligus. Obsessive/ possessive behavior. Stalking. Orgasm denial. Mind breaky. Corruption.

My hands are gonna shake the entire time I type this. Nagito Komaeda, holy 😳 The love I have for this man is as collosal as my love for Scara. I am so scared I won't do him justice. *hides* I know no one is gonna see this.

You'd had no idea that Nagito Komaeda had been closer than you thought he was to you all night. If you moved to somewhere else at the party you were at, then so did he. He was determined to keep you in his sight all night.

It didn't help that you'd been cutting your fingers open on little things all night, a few times when you were trying to help your friend cut up apples earlier that night or cutting your finger on the edges opening something.

The smell of your blood and your scent had been hanging in the air all night. Nagito had to have you. You just smelled way too good, both you and your blood.

Essentially, since you were dressed in a sinful Little Red Riding Hood costume, he was the Big Bad Wolf coming for Little Riding Hood.

The way you smiled, the way you sort of covered your face with your hand when you laughed, the way the light shined off your hair, the way your hips swayed when you walked, how warm your skin looked, the way you giggled.

Everything about you was captivating and amusing at the same time. He wanted to take all of that and make it his. Every look, every laugh, every smile, it would be all for him and if he had his way only for him.

You didn't know how things could snowball out of control so fast, but you didn't care. It started with him coming out of the darkness on your way home from the party. He'd reached for your hand to lick the blood welling from one of the cuts on your fingers. His tongue lapping between your legs just felt too good.

Your blood tasted so sweet, igniting a dark desire within him.

Nagito's tongue was sloppy and wet on your cunt, his beautiful fingers digging possessive bruises into your thighs as he held them apart.

"To think someone like you would let trash like me dirty you so intimately with my tongue," He groaned like he'd been denied everything he'd ever wanted in his entire life, and now he was finally allowed to have the one taste he'd been craving. "It's so exhilarating.~ So thrilling~"

Your legs shook, your back arching off the bed as his lips latched around your clit, inserting three of his long, beautiful fingers inside of you at the same time he started sucking on your clit. You bucked your hips up, writhing on the bed as you pushed his face down onto your cunt.

Your whimpers and sobs of pleasure only made Nagito's cock throb more, making him rut desperately against the mattress. Squelching his fingers wetly in and out of you, scissoring your walls apart as he nudged them into your sweet, his tongue swirling around your clit, he proceeded to ruin every orgasm to suite his agenda.

"The hope that lights up in your eyes every time you think that maybe, just maybe I might let you cum is exquisite~ I need to see more of it~," This man had the most curious, hypnotic swirling to his eyes you'd ever seen.

The moment you'd met eyes with Nagito for the first time, he may as well have attached an invisible string around your heart, tugging and tugging little by little to lure you in with sweetly purred words and kind smiles.

"Please, Nagito, please! Not another one!" You cried out, pressing his mouth into your cunt. He vibrated a moan on your clit, laughing dark and drunk with lust. The look in your eyes, one desperate and so full of the purest hope he'd ever seen, he couldn't get enough of it.

"Say it~" Nagito purred, kitten licking your throbbing, swollen clit in a way that made you grind more needily up into his ministrations. "Say you'll be my precious, delicate pet~ Mine, all mine~ Your body, your blood, everything is all mine~," He nudged his fingers accurately into your sweet spot, groaning and moaning in bliss when your wet, warm walls clamped around his fingers.

"I'm yours, Nagito! I'm all yours, I promise!" You babbled, choking back sobs of pleasure, you'd lost count of how many orgasms that had built up before he'd ruined them. You were reeling, your head was spinning, your entire body quivering with the need to cum. "I'll be a good girl, I promise! Just please, let me cum!"

The fact that he was the one making you feel such intense pleasure, the fact that you needed trash like him to make you cum sent him reeling. His bruising fingers dug more into your flesh. It helped that you were soft, small, and oh so easily pliable.

Corruptible.

"Cum for me, pet~" Nagito purred appreciatively, giving your clit a few long, drawn out and ravenous sucks before you squirted on his tongue, tears of pleasure in your eyes at finally have gotten the release you needed. You didn't even hear yourself pleading for more.

And more Nagito was willing to give you. They say the perfect meal is human flesh for a ghoul. How wrong they were. His tongue lapped at your release, not wanting to waste a drop it was so precious.

He was going to take his time marking up every intimate part of your body. You are his now. His and no else's.

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #nagito komaeda #nagito smut #ghoul nagito #nagito x reader #nagito #danganronpa smut #nagito x you #nagito x y/n

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drawbauchery · 8 months

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scary

#modernlad #poppyflavour #art #danganronpa #teruteru hanamura #nagito komaeda #kokichi oma #getting sneered at like he's a bug waiting to be squished again #can't do wonders for his already fucked-up brain #and now there are t w o of them #i imagine most of the kids in their respective classes #can navigate relationships with nagito and kokichi #buuuut.....nnnot all #boy i wonder how miu and kokichi are doing huh #bus au

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ultimateplaylistmaker · 1 year

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#goodbye despair #chiaki nanami #chiaki #nagito komaeda #komaeda #komanami #my edit #musings from the music manager #i chose chiaki because imagining her saying that made me laugh really hard

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tsukasalvr · 6 months

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Hi, can I request a Nagito x Reader (I don’t care if it’s headcanons, oneshots, or whatever you choose) where the reader has two talents, one is the Ultimate Hope, and the next one isn’t recognized by Hopes Peak but it basically negates luck. Like for example with Nagito if something good happens around/involving the reader than something equally bad won’t happen? Sorry if this doesn’t make much sense, love your work.

ultimate hope!reader who balances his luck

Anime/fandom: Danganronpa

Character: Nagito Komaeda

Warnings: I don’t proofread

A/n: I hope I got it right anon!!!!!

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Nagito Komaeda

You’re a gem in his eye, the purest form of life, a shining beautiful diamond in a world full of filth and despair

He’s never felt so blessed to have someone like you, you’re so full of hope and he’s practically worshipping the ground you walk on. Sometimes he thinks the gods have blessed him for you be someone as lowly as him

“You truly are the ultimate hope, my luck must be really great if I managed to be with you.” He says with a lighthearted laugh as he holds your hands and raises them towards his face to give them a gentle kiss, to show he really does love and appreciate you

Nagito has noticed that whenever you’re around, bad luck never shows up. He can’t help but wonder if you somehow balance it so it’s only luck, basically neutralizing it. Even so, he will of course have no problem with it and love you even more

Hes had so many things happen to him and around him because of his luck—which is very ironic, and tends to be very odd compared to others because of it, but with you, you made his life pure.

He doesn’t have to worry about hurting himself or others, and he really does think you’re a blessing in disguise

#danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa x you #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa headcanons #nagito x you #nagito komeada x reader #nagito imagines #nagito x reader #komeada nagito x reader

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sketchyface · 1 year

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Nagito: *Laughing like a fucking maniac and explaining how he planned a murder with swirly eyes*

Hajime:

#this is how and when I imagine Hajime developing a crush on Nagito #komahina #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #danganronpa #sdr2 #danganronpa 2 #sdr2 goodbye despair #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #goodbye despair

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stormxwings · 1 year

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Nagito has an episode but his friends r there

#silly #babies #Nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #chiaki nanami #the ultimate trio #a case of the crazies the only cure is huggies #when he starts laughing like that i imagine what would happen if you just ran over there and js hugged him-#danganronpa #sdr2

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nite-puff · 9 months

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The danganronpa writers really created a character who was the complete antithesis to hope’s peak and some major characters in later games only to pretty much play him for laughs and then kill him off early.

silly little man. representing the very thing the evil organization stood against and actively tried to prove wrong. and yet was still invited to be a part of their school. only to die. silly taka.

#excuse the amount of tags #i was looking at some sdr2 stuff #kamakura was described as ‘a genius among geniuses’ and nagito heavily criticized people who relied on effort #and wasn’t hope’s peak literally created to observe those #with natural talents???#I don’t think the writers knew they were gonna go in a god-given talent vs practice and effort thing in later installments #becuase if taka was a more prominent character in those installments. he literally THE GUY representing the hard work and effort argument #*he’s #AND THE FACT THAT HE WAS STILL CONSIDERED AN ULTIMATE DESPITE THAT #imagine a Taka who was introduced later down the line #I’m getting flashbacks to my ‘Taka was only invited to hope’s peak because of his grandfather’ theory #danganronpa #kiyotaka ishimaru #im once again trying to convince myself that taka could’ve played a bigger role in the grand scheme of the danganronpa franchise #ramblepuff

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m-y-fandoms · 1 year

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COMMISSION: SDR2 Boys x Reader - Marshmallow Hell Scenarios

Details: For those who don’t know, Marshmallow Hell is an anime cliche/trope where someone falls face first into/is smothered by someone’s breasts. Also, this is for anyone with breasts, no pronouns are mentioned

Warnings: language and lewd suggestive scenarios but its kinda PG-13/Teen

SDR2 spoilers in some sections, but some will be implied to be Island Mode/no despair

Word Count: 4.5K words - around 500 for each boy

Byakuya Twogami

It was normal for you and all of your classmates to convene in the hotel restaurant every morning. You ate breakfasts handmade by the Ultimate Cook, discussed the day’s plans, and just caught up with each other. There were already cliques and little sub-groups within the whole - people who favored each other. Nekomaru could often be found getting stronger or training with Akane, Sonia and Gundham spoke of their interest in the occult, and Hajime and Chiaki had grown quite close. Ibuki had developed a fondness and sort of infatuation for the group’s self-appointed leader: Byakuya Togami. It seemed natural to want to be closer to someone titled the Ultimate Affluent Progeny, as he held wealth, status, confidence, and yet a bit of mystery. Ibuki, however, seemed to take to him more than the others. She was constantly asking him questions, playfully praising him, following him around.

This morning in particular, you were minding your own business, in the corner talking about beach-going plans with Chiaki after having just finished your breakfast. Ibuki, loud and boisterous, was trailing behind Byakuya, asking after what their esteemed leader had planned for the day, and Hiyoko, short-tempered as ever, was slowly losing her patience with the noise so early in the morning.

You actually had to commend Byakuya on his own patience. For someone who would be easy to judge as pompous and stuck-up, he actually was quite good at keeping his cool and naturally taking up his post as leader. He passed by Chiaki and yourself on the way back to the kitchen of the restaurant, and you nearly felt bad for the man who appeared to still be groggy from sleep and yet was being bombarded by conversation. He handled Ibuki well. Hiyoko, however, had enough it seemed.

“Ugh! Shut the hell up! I just woke up and you’re being annoying! Go talk to Mr. Ham Hands in your private cabin if you wanna suck his gross, cheesy dick that bad!” Clenching her teeth in frustration, Hiyoko reached out and shoved Ibuki as hard as she could with her angry little hands. The strength such a hateful little body could produce was actually quite surprising. Ibuki screeched, stumbled abruptly forward into Byakuya, who, taken by surprise, tumbled forward onto you. Like a stack of dominos you all went down with quite a bit of commotion.

With the hefty size and height of the Affluent Progeny before you, you were easily taken flat to the ground with a gasp. Everyone turned to look at the situation: Ibuki collapsed across Byakuya’s ass and legs, and Byakuya smothered head first into the plush front of your breasts. Time seemed to stop for a second, and Byakuya raised his head, cheeks aflame with embarrassment at the undignified position. You looked back into his eyes with just as much shock. Hiyoko covered her mouth with both hands, holding back how devilishly delighted she was at the chaos she’d just caused.

“Well, well! If the big rich boy wanted some play that badly, he probably could’ve just asked (Y/N)! I must say, I’m quite jealous of his position!” Teruteru teased, wiggling his fingers, imagining himself switching places with Byakuya.

Byakuya scrambled to his feet, lifting himself off of you in a hurry while sputtering defensive, angry retorts about how a gentleman of rare stock such as himself would never stoop so low and something about not being a common rake like the promiscuous chef.

Teruteru Hanamura

Teruteru was playful, unserious, relaxed in most aspects of his life and personality. However, you noticed he was fiercely serious when it came to cooking. It was his passion, his life’s work, something he didn’t play around with. You admired how much time and effort he put into his craft, and loved to watch him work. He spent every breakfast, lunch and dinner period making a literal feast for all of his classmates, and you often liked to either watch him work his magic in the kitchen, or get more hands-on and actually help him. You found him funny and knowledgable, and liked learning little recipes and cooking methods as much as eating the finished works. However, it was nice to be complimented, compared to delicious dishes and praised for your cooking assistance skills. You found yourself having a lot of fun with him.

At the moment, you were helping Teruteru in the dining hall of the old building by the hotel. Your class had prepared a little party of sorts for tonight, a little feast and get-together to chat, have fun, and just be carefree for a night. Now done with the dishes, it was all about plating and arrangment. He wanted the dining hall to stun your peers when they arrived in the next ten minutes or so.

He was up on a ladder, piling up a tower of sashimi and nigiri a mile high. You spotted him, nervous about the height he was at, especially with his short frame. You had your arms out in preparation, ready for any spills or to catch stray strips of fish meat. Everything had to be perfect. He took pride in that. Ice on the bottom, a cold room, fresh meat, the proper placement.

Teetering to place a bit of yellowtail and red snapper on the top of his masterpiece, you heard him gasp a bit, one foot stumbling over the other on the top step of the ladder. Determined not to crash into and therefore ruin his mountain of fish, he quickly shifted his weight, twisting so he instead fell away and off of the ladder and unfortunately, onto his gracious helper. You grunted with the impact, slamming flat onto your back on the hard floor with Teruteru on top of you. With his height and the angle of the fall, his face planted so very conveniently into your breasts.

It was almost a little too perfect of a scenario for someone like him, and you flustered up immediately, questioning if he’d done it on purpose as he took his good old time getting up. Of course, lewd remark after lewd remark ensued, as he took advantage of the situation fully. How often would he get an opportunity as lucky as that?

Nekomaru Nidai

Nekomaru had many more positive traits than negative ones. You absolutely loved spending time with him, as he radiated positivity and pushed all of those around him to be their best self and train their bodies and minds. He was all about mental and physical strength, as was expected of the Ultimate Team Manager. Nekomaru trained champions, and so he could never just let his friends go without realizing their full potential. You very much enjoyed his presence, his overwhelming energy, hearty laugh, encouraging personality.

Spending time with Nekomaru often meant also spending time with Akane. The two walls of muscle often bonded over their shared interest in being strong in body and mind, and today you’d agreed to train with them. Nekomaru was good at reading people’s insecurities - better to help overcome them - and today, he insisted on honing your senses, as the killing game left you feeling vulnerable and even a bit useless. There’s no one you trusted more to help you get out of those feelings. It was good to get your mind off of things while training to become less of a target for a killing. Two birds, one stone and all that.

Nekomaru had all four of you blindfolded: you, Nekomaru himself, Akane, and Hajime Hinata, who often got roped into silly activities with whoever seemed to be available to hang out that particular day. Nekomaru insisted he could use the training as well, so here he was. The next hour or so was spent dodging light attacks, relying on hearing and sensing danger when sight was not an option. Nekomaru always went easier on you and Hajime, saving the harder hits for Akane, who would never accept any less. Out on the beach behind the diner, you felt the sand between your toes, the wind on your face, the blindfold forcing you to perceive your surroundings in a whole new way.

You swivled on your heels, hearing someone new approach from the south, and you assumed everyone else heard them, too. It was Ibuki, as you easily reognized from the voice.

“There you guys are! We couldn’t find you for like, forever! Anyhoo! Teruteru sent me to round y’all up! Soup’s on! Come on back to the-” before Ibuki could even finish her words, Akane was bolting, blindfold still on, toward the first island, and only Ibuki would actually see what happened next:

Akane, all speed and no sight, plowed into Hajime and pushed past him. He yelped, splatting onto the ground at full-force.

“Ouch! What the fu- ah!” Hajime was cut off as Nekomaru, who also was now heading in the same direction as Akane, tripped over Hajime’s prone body on the sand, tripping face forward onto you, innocent of the chaos and unsuspecting while still blind to the world around you.

“Gah!” Nekomaru’s deep voice rumbled, clumsily taking you down with him, his huge mountain of a body easily smashing yours into the sand below him. Ibuki could only laugh at the cluster-fuck in front of her, the chain of events that lead to Nekomaru face planting directly into your chest. His exclamation of surprise was muffled into your soft mounds of flesh. You were speechless, just wondering what the hell was going on.

“Aww man, sorry, Hajime!” Nekomaru, hearing Hajime yell out beforehand, assumed it was the skinny brunette crushed below him. He reached up for the blindfold, lifting it and immediately feeling a rush of embarrassment set his cheeks ablaze. The tips of his ears were on fire and his heartbeat was racing, now making eye contact with you.

He wasn’t oblivious to his size, knowing whoever he’d fallen on top of was almost certainly pinned and unable to get up until he moved, so he scrambled to is feet, apologizing profusely and helping you to your feet while Ibuki made teasing remarks just a short distance away.

Gundham Tanaka

It was a rare stormy night on the beautiful tropical island. All outdoor activities were off the table, and so you and your good friend, Gundham, decided on spending time in his cabin. It had taken a lot of work to get Gundham to this point, where he let a “mere mortal” into the safe space of his private quarters, and he was still closed off in some ways. He had walls up: about his heart, his past, his Four Dark Devas, and you’d slowly broken many of them down. He still was his own quirky, awkward, edgy self, but around you, he was slightly more relaxed. He didn’t usually let others interact with his Devas, and he still insisted they could turn on even himself in a moment’s notice as they were powerful beasts and truly their own masters, but he was more comfortable letting you hold and take care of them than anyone else. You’d earned that right. You were worthy in his eyes.

You loved his personalized cabin, overrun with hamster tunnels and pet care items. It was so cute and cozy, a stark contrast to his own presentation to the world. Tonight, he regaled you with embellished and dramatic tales of his past feats while the Devas crawled all around you. One was under the collar of your shirt, trying to siphon away your body heat, another used your shirt sleeve like a tunnel. One sat in your lap, eating a seed you offered. Gundham’s storytelling was so entertaining to you because he was so effortlessly good at it. It was an accident that he was so alluring.

Without warning, lightning cracked outside and the lights went out. It was pure black all around you, and you assumed your peers in their own cabins were experiencing the same thing.

Freaking out a bit, Gundham yelled for his Devas, calling them back to his own side. Again, though he trusted you, and didn’t want to admit any faults in his breeding and training methods, at the end of the day, the Devas were animals with instincts and wild at heart. He feared them panicking at the sudden darkness and lashing out to scratch or bite you. He could handle it, as his bandaged arm proved, but he didn’t want that happening to you.

He reached out frantically for the Devas in the dark, lunging forward, scrambling and stumbling until he accidentally toppled you over. Clumsily, he fell forward onto you. You yelped at the impact, not seeing but feeling the Devas scramble for cover away from you before they could be crushed by their owner. Now flat on your back in the darkness, you smelled a masculine, fragrant gel product as a coif of hair tickled your nostrils. Quickly you realized that Gundham Tanaka had pinned you, his face smashed into your bosom.

The monitor that adorned every individual cabin flashed on, the monochromatic, evil bear appearing with a sheepish look across his mischievous face.

“Sorry there, kiddos! Backup generator comin’ at ya!” As if he even cared in the first place, he giggled before disappearing off the screen once again.

The lights shuttered and then flashed back on, Gundham now able to fully take in the situation. His eyes met yours, and widened in absolute horror, mouth agape. He shoved himself off of you immediately, crawling back to his side of the floor and gathering his Devas into his arms. He preferred to pretend the whole thing never happened, hiding his now tomato-red face behind the folds of his scarf.

Nagito Komaeda

Nagito was acting weird. Like, weirder than usual. You were all in the hotel restaurant for your morning meeting as always, save for Fuyuhiko, who was in the hospital after Peko’s trial the day before. Nagito was a clammy, sweaty mess, ranting and and raving about the most random things, and just… lying a lot?

You knew Nagito a little better than the others in the group, actively choosing to befriend and get to know him as much as he would allow, but one didn’t need to know Nagito well to know that he was lying. He was saying the most outlandish, obvious lies in rapid succession.

“Nagito, is this a joke? What are you up to, now?” Hajime, ever cynical and suspicious questioned the pariah of the group, who held himself in a crazed embrace, arms wrapped around his shaking form as he rambled on.

You also knew from spening time with Nagito that he was ill, extremely ill. He was so physically ill that it extended into affecting his mental and emotional wellbeing as well. It wasn’t like he didn’t lie to push his own goals from time to time, but this was different. Something was wrong. You’d all observed that Ibuki and Akane were acting strange as well, and so Hajime, kind of the default leader of sorts, put his flat palm to each of their foreheads and found them ablaze with heat. Ah ha! So there was an illness on top of the illness. Nagito was lanky and pale as it was, but today, he was a ghost of even that.

The group discussed what to do, trying to figure out what was wrong with your three obviously ill classmates, when Nagito, chuckling in a frenzied, unstable way, started to wobble on his feet. You saw his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he stumbled, beginning to drop. You swept forward and moved to catch him before he could hit the floor and take some real damage. With someone as sickly as him, a good fall would probably mess him up big time. Losing consciousness, his dead weight fell face forward, directly into the cushion of your breasts. You fumbled with his weight, struggling to keep him up while he nearly suffocated into the plush surface that smothered his face. You panicked, looking around for help, humiliation in your expression. He was heavier than his gangly frame suggested.

Hajime Hinata

You had the despair disease.

And you had it bad.

Forced into the hospital on the third island, you, Nagito, Akane and Ibuki had been quarantined, separated from most of your healthy classmates. Only Mikan, Fuyuhiko and Hajime visited the four of you on a day-to-day basis, both to care for you until you were better and to protect you from being victims of the killing game. Hajime, being closer to you than the others and someone who considered you a true friend, also just wanted to be there to keep you company. If he caught the disease trying to protect and visit you, so be it. He wasn’t really worried about it.

Little did Hajime know, you very much saw him as more than a friend. Although you’d never admit it to him, you were head over heels for your intelligent, perceptive, caring classmate. Your crush couldn’t have been bigger. When the disease first began to manifest and you were in the more mild stages of it, you tried to keep him away from the hospital, because it was clear to you which form of the disease you’d caught.

Akane had cowardice, Nagito lying, Ibuki gullibility, and you…

It was most definitely love… or lust, or infatuation… you couldn’t quite tell. You’d like to think it was love, because if it was just lust or infatuation, you’d think you’d be climbing all over Fuyuhiko and Mikan when they came to visit, too, but so far, your grabby hands had only been reaching for Hajime. Your mind had been infected with an all-encompassing passion for Hajime Hinata, and Hajime Hinata alone.

Again, when you were more conscious and healthy at the begginning stages of the disease, you could recognize the involuntary increase of feelings swelling in your heart. You tried to warn Hajime to stay away, fully aware of what was happening to your body. He insisted on taking care of you just as he would help Mikan take care of the others, regardless of your warnings. As your fever burned and the sickness ravaged your body, you found it harder and harder to not grab at him when he approached, to not flirt shamelessly, to not look him up and down and imagine him without his shirt on. On days when the island felt hotter than usually, you subtly even suggested that he just be rid of the white uniform shirt altogether. Hajime had been a blushing mess around you all week, but had done his best to ignore the touches and advances, as he knew you weren’t in your right frame of mind. Though he secretly liked you more as a friend as well, he’d never take advantage of your predicament.

On this day in particular, the disease seemed to be at its climax. Your body was going through waves of heat flashes, sweat pouring from your hairline and onto your face.

As soon as Hajime opened the door to your hospital room, you leapt out of the bed before he could even speak a word. Your heart burned with affection as you latched onto him, jumping into his arms and smushing his face into the crevice of your breasts, very much on purpose.

“Hajime~ I missed you~” You crushed his nose into the sweaty cleavage of your bosom, wanting him to feel the warmth and love you held for him.

“(Y-Y/N)!” Hajime sputtered, stunned at the surprise attack, could barely breath, smothered into the embrace.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

You really admired Peko for her strength, skill and silent grace. She was strong and knew she was strong. She didn’t boast, she was confident in her art form. She was truly the Ultimate Swordswoman. Although it was quite hard at first, you’d managed to get close enough to her to consider her a friend. Being close to Peko by default meant you’d have to get a bit closer with Fuyuhiko as well. The pair were inseparable it seemed, and you didn’t mind that. Fuyuhiko, despite his fiery, spiky exterior, was actually much more thoughtful and kind that most people knew. You’d grown to realize that those who earned a modicum of his trust and friendship would not be disappointed in the type of man he could be. He often tagged along, pretending he didn’t want to be there when you hung out with Peko.

You stood on one side of the beach with Peko across the way on the other side. Peko took up an offensive stance, preparing for a head-on attack. She’d agreed to teach you some swordsmanship and martial arts basics here and there after seeing your interest, and so here you were, on your third lesson. Today’s learning goals included the basics of defensive stances, blocks, counters.

You weren’t picking up the skills as quickly as you’d like, though Peko always encouraged you to press on in her sisterly, stern, blunt way. Fuyuhiko stood nearby, reading some old book from the enormous library while leaned carelessly against the outside wall of the diner. He looked up occassionally to watch you two and comment, to scoff or tease when you messed up or express concern begrudgingly when he felt like Peko was going a little hard on you. Though she was supportive verbally, it seemed that she sometimes forgot her own strength compared to a beginners when it came time for action.

Frustrated with your own skills, you spaced out a bit, sighing and dropping your guard for just a moment, the wrong moment. Peko surged forward for an attack, noticing your lack of focus just a second too late.

“(Y/N), block!” Peko spoke curtly as she approached. With that wake up call, you brought the practice sword up at the very last second, just barely avoiding a head-on attack from the master swordswoman, one that probably would’ve knocked you out cold. Your pathetic excuse for a block took away a bit of the brunt impact, but Peko’s pure strength had you stumbling back still, knocked backward off your feet.

Fuyuhiko, softer in the heart than he’d like to admit, looked up upon hearing the commotion and, in an instinctual moment of reaction, dropped his book and lunged forward, ready to break your fall, if even just a little. You made eye contact with him on the way down, dropping hold of the sword and twisting to grab onto his petite frame.

You easily tipped over his small body, taking him down with you. You instantly smothered him - your chest lining up perfectly with his nose and mouth - cutting off his airways as you two hit the ground. You were crushing him.

Profanities and protests fully muffled against your chest, Fuyuhiko struggled and swore, insulting you and hurling hateful curses from his compromising position.

Kazuichi Souda

You were making your way to Strawberry House from Grape House. In the elevator beside you was your good friend, Kazuichi, or just Kaz’, as you’d affectionately taken to calling him. You two often moved together, hanging out nearly every day, and now that you were all locked inside the funhouse, nothing had changed. In fact, with the danger of the killing game motive, you probably spent even more time linked at the hip with Kazuichi, as you liked to have each other’s back. He was a true friend to you.

Not only did you find Kazuichi’s unique style intriguing and his personality hilarious, but you really respected his unmatchable skill in engineering. He was a master, able to fix, take apart, and fix again nearly every machine or piece of tech that was thrown at him. He often, in fact, didn’t see just how amazing he was. Sure, he bragged at times, but you sensed a lot of insecurity under the surface, like he would never know just how valuable and important he actually was. You would often ask for his help fixing things or beg him to teach you some of what he knew.

On what you expected to be a short ride in the elevator, you were chatting it up with your best bud, complaining about the lack of food and the eye-strain caused by the bright walls of the fun house. One thing you two loved to do was complain together. You both just seemed to get each other.

Quite suddenly, the elevator stalled. Stopping mid-sentence, you grabbed onto Kazuichi’s forearm for reassurance as the elevator shook and thrusted to an abrupt halt with a jolt, knocking you into him. The lights flickered and went out.

“This is my worst fucking nightmare…” You chuckled nervously, grabbing onto Kazuichi tighter. He was panicking too under the surface, but being the Ultimate Mechanic, knew he was well within his skill set to fix the situation. Grumbling in displeasure, he sighed.

“Yeah, this fuckin’ sucks, but…” he started reaching out in the dark, looking for some kind of control panel or buttons, “I can probably get us outta here. Shit! If only I had just a speck of light!” You relinquished your hold on him so he could crouch, looking for some way to start his work. The panic was starting to really set in for you. What were the odds of this happening?

With a groan, the elevator lurched and shook again.

“Kaz’!” You shrieked in the dark, leaping forward to grab onto Kazuichi, not caring one bit if you were impeding on any progress he had made. He yelped as you suctioned yourself onto him, tackling him to the ground.

“H-hey!” Kazuichi’s voice was muffled below you. You could barely make it out. “I can’t breathe!” He struggled beneath you, locked in your vice-like, terrified embrace as you ashphixiated him into your chest.

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