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[nagitoedit]

he is risen

#idk . #uhm . ask to tag ? 😭 #blood #gore #LOL IDK HOW TO TAG THIS #anyways for context that no one cares abt . something something dr2 was a simulation so they died but not actually and later #theyre all woken up from their comas #and also komaeda killed himself as in . he plotted his own murder and set up what might as well be a fucked up rube goldberg machine #to make someone else unknowingly inflict the 'killing blow' so that they would be the murderer #so all that you see there he did that. he stabbed himself he propped up the spear to stab him he tied himself down he stabbed himself #in the hand etc #and he purposefully made his death have aspects from the first games deaths. 'crucified' like chihiro stabbed like sayaka #speared like mukuro poisoned like sakura #because his goal was to have the 'traitor' inflict the killing blow and have no way for anyone to figure out who did so that the #traitor woul survive and everyone else would die because . he kindof sortof found out that they were all terrorists that #killed and tortured innocent people and helped bring about the end of the world through despair (but not the traitor who he wanted to #survive) #he literally . tried to die for their sins but not to save them. to kill them all 😁 #guys when they are normal #nagito komaeda #danganronpa

[mod-kyoko]

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

[m-y-fandoms]

(NEW!) Super Danganronpa 2 boys reaction to: their S/O thinking they were going to hurt them - COMMISSION

You feral beasts have been asking for this for like two years LMAO. Someone finally commissioned me to do it so let's get it!

V3 boys version link

The reader's pronouns are never mentioned, so anyone can read this with themselves in mind!

Word Count:  13k words!! 4.8k of those words are Nagito's section alone, as the commissioner requested for Nagito's to be longer than the rest (Please show this some love my hands hurt)

Trope/Scenario: A couple is in an argument or stressful situation. One partner moves suddenly, maybe to ruffle their hair or wipe sweat from their face, maybe grab something or gesture as they yell, but their S/O cowers/flinches at the sudden movement, and braces themselves or cries out, thinking their partner was about to hit/hurt them. Then, the angst ends in fluff with the other partner expressing that they would never hurt their beloved. I will make variations to this base concept to spice up the piece and fit the characters because we DON'T do O.O.C. here!

WARNINGS: SPOILERS FOR ALL OF SDR2/SDR2 CONTEXT NEEDED TO UNDERSTAND SOME SECTIONS - additionally, SFW sexual content-wise, but mature themes are explored like explicit language, possessiveness, abuse, and unhealthy relationships. Remember, the games themselves are rated M.

Nagito Komaeda

It all happened so fast. You’d begged them not to do it. It didn’t need to go down that way. This never would’ve happened if they’d just listened to you.

It all happened so fast. One second your friends, your best and only friends, were piling onto your boyfriend, pinning him to the ground of the hotel lobby and the next, the world became an explosion of fiery red. A loud blast rang in your ears like a flash bomb or a gunshot fired off right beside your head without protective equipment. Kazuichi went flying, the back of Akane’s clothes were aflame. Fuyuhiko took on an expression you’d never thought you’d see from the resident tough guy of the group: eyes wide in genuine terror, mouth agape as he dove forward and away from the blast.

You begged them not to do this. Don’t corner him. Don’t force his hand. You knew him better than anyone else. And they didn’t listen to you.

You’d all grouped up before hand (minus Nagito of course) to discuss what to do about him. He was getting more and more unhinged as the days went on. Before the funhouse, everyone except for you saw him as a bit crazy, a nuisance, a freak but safe at a distance. Now… he was clearly a danger to himself and others. He knew something you all didn’t, and it was sending him into the self righteous hope power trip of the century. Something was so very different from the Nagito you knew and loved.

You’d warned them that it wouldn’t be like last time. He wouldn’t submissively let them tie him up in the old building and wait to be fed or released by Monomi. He was on the warpath now. You knew him. Once he got an idea in his head, that was it.

Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi had dismissed you immediately. You loved him. You’d do anything to protect that freak. They weren’t gonna heed your warning, because at the end of the day, you cared about him just a little more than you cared about the rest of them. Hajime and Sonia, even Chiaki - the more compassionate members of the group - had looked at you with pity in their eyes. They knew the last thing you wanted was to see your boyfriend tied up or hurt, and they felt for you, but at this point, the main focus had to be figuring out who put them on this island so they could escape, and preventing more death. Nagito was getting in the way of that. He needed to be restrained.

You never thought it would be like this, though. You knew he’d retaliate this time, that he’d resist, but maybe in the form of a struggle with his attacker: a punch, a kick, running away, hiding… not a fucking bomb.

As the explosion rang out from behind you, sending you leaping forward defensively, the world seemed to move in slow motion.

How could he do this? It’s one thing to fight off those who are actively trying to subdue you, but to blow up the entire hotel? He was really willing to hurt or even kill everyone too close to the blast, even those with little to nothing to do with the plan? What about you, who he claimed to love, who was his shining hope, who had been the only one in his corner at all times? He was willing to just blow you away as well?

Time sped up again, and you sat with your legs crossed in the rubble, ash and sweat smearing your skin. You just sat there, breaths hitching in your throat as you held back tears that threatened to fall. It felt like you were in a trance as you sat and thought this all over. Nevermind the flames at your back or smoke in the air. Why, why, why???

It wasn’t the little bit of blood running down your arm or the ringing in your ears that broke through your haze, but the clap of a hand on your shoulder blade. You turned and looked up at Hajime, dust in his hair and a cut on his cheek. The white uniform shirt he always wore was stained up and torn in one area.

“Hey, (Y-Y/N)!” He coughed, soot in his throat. “Are you alright? Come on, we gotta get out of here! Smoke’s not-” a beam collapsed behind him, startling him as he hooked his hands under your armpits and lifted you from your seated position. “Come on, this smoke’ll kill you!” You stood with his help, still halfway in a state of shock, and in truth embarrassment that the one you constantly defended from your group of peers had done all this…

“Is everyone…” you spoke weakly, your mind flashing to the safety of your friends.

“Everyone else is out. They’re safe, let’s go!” Hajime guided you out the way he came in looking for you, past a flipped couch and under a fallen beam. Once out in the fresh air, you regrouped with the rest, all in various states of shaken up.

Sonia immediately rushed over to you, ripping the red bow tie from her neck and dabbing the cut on your arm with the fabric before wrapping it around the wound. You thanked her with a nod. Akane, usually a bit scantily-clad anyway, had most of her remaining clothes singed off or torn. She looked more defeated then you’d seen her since Nekomaru’s death. She’d probably bounce right back soon though, knowing her. Fuyuhiko looked more pissed than usual, sitting by the pool alone. Kazuichi was being tended to by Chiaki. You overheard her saying Monomi would be bringing medical supplies and helping transport those seriously injured to the hospital for a quick check up. The students protested, however, wanting to stick together in the resort and heal up in their cabins. Your eyes bounced around the group, looking for someone in particular, though you didn’t know why.

Why? Were you truly that delusional? You must’ve been under some type of love hex. Had you Stockholm Syndrome’d yourself into being blind to his every fault? You couldn’t help it - you couldn’t deny the feelings you retained.

“Where’s…?” Your words faded off, thinking better of it. Maybe this was the wrong time. They probably didn’t want to hear about the dude who just tried to send them on a one way trip to heaven. It was too late, your words had been picked up by Fuyuhiko’s relatively undamaged ears.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffed, yelling over from the pool. “He ran off as soon as he got the chance. Didn’t waste a second to make sure you were okay. You’re still worried about that asshole? He just tried to fucking kill us! You must be as crazy as him. I’m starting to think so, at this point…” 

“Fuyuhiko…” Sonia warned, a small frown creasing her porcelain face. Fuyuhiko sighed deeply, backing off the attack. He didn’t mean that last bit, he was just frustrated. He threw in the towel, too tired to continue putting up a fight. The old Fuyuhiko would've laid into you a little longer. True to his word, he was a changed man. He shook his head and went silent, disappointed in you to say the least.

You were a bit disappointed in yourself as well, frankly. Why did you still want to see him so badly, to make sure he wasn’t hurt, to make sure he knew you still cared? You didn’t know what you’d even do if you saw him again. The mix of fear, confusion and foolish adoration was potent within you right now.

After assessing everyone’s needs and injuries, it was decided that you all were to go to your cabins and rest for the night. Tomorrow, you would go as a group to the new island unguarded by its Monobeast and resume the search for the truth and freedom.

“Everyone just… yell as loud as you can, or run out of your cabin and alert the others if… if anything happens,” He looked you in the eyes as he spoke those last few words. Hajime chose the phrasing carefully but you all knew what he meant:

If Nagito came around looking to further this deranged and deadly plan of his. 

They said as he ran off he was blabbering on, yelling about the “end of Jabberwock Island” and such. It was pretty clear to the entire group that whatever he had in mind would mean chaos and peril for everyone still left alive.

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Now back in your cabin, the sun had long since set as you continued to pace back and forth across the floor, from the full length mirror on your sliding closet door, to the entrance, then over to the small bathroom area and back again. You’d not even taken the time to shower and change your clothes. You were still a mess, your thoughts too busy to care about the blood and grime coating you.

Your mind raced, taking in everything that had happened so far in this nightmare of a class trip, taking in everything that could happen fairly soon. 

Your mind bounced to Nagito, purposely being coy when you all needed his mind desperately during trials. 

To Nagito, who actively tried to hurt someone in the very first trial, who offered to help a blackened if they ever needed him.

To Nagito, who held you close at nights and who you could open up to for hours. The same Nagito who you’d fallen for, body and mind, and who now was an object of fear and anxiety for you.

Were you really scared of him now…? Your Nagito?

A quiet knock at your door shook you out of your pacing routine. You figured it was Hajime, arranging another group meeting or maybe sweet Sonia coming to check up on you. Rushing to the door, you opened it just a crack and peeked out.

Your blood ran cold, a shiver shot down your spine. You’d never reacted to seeing him like this before. Not even close.

“Hello there, (Y/N). Oh wow, you look awful…” Nagito smiled gently at first, then the corners of his mouth slightly drooped, downturned at the state of you. You looked yourself up and down once quickly, now acknowledging that you had in fact forgotten to wash up, overwhelmed by the day. A moment passed with your heart beat picking up quickly, and you began to merely stare at him silently through the crack, unsure of how to proceed. Should you scream? Should you warn the others? Even if Nagito wouldn’t hurt you, what if he made his rounds to the other cabins and hurt the others? He wouldn’t hurt you, right? That assumption of yours was correct, right? You weren’t so sure anymore. “Well, are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna let me in?” He smiled innocently again before pushing his way past you and into the expanse of your personalized cabin. Your safe space.

“Nagito…” You let yourself exhale the breath you’d been holding in, turning to close the cabin door behind him. You hesitated on the door knob, contemplating making a break for it right then and there. “What are you doing here?” You tried to keep your voice steady and even, even as your chest thumped.

“What?” His brow furrowed, rounding on you as you closed shut the door and turned to face him. “What do you mean? I always hang out with you here!” Was he just not going to acknowledge today, when you literally could’ve died due to his actions? “I kinda missed it, you know, the smell of your cabin, your smell. Being in the funhouse all those days was such a bummer.” Approaching you in two strides of his long slender legs, he took you tightly into his arms, nevermind the dirt and ash that transferred from your clothes to his.

“N-Nagi-” your words were muffled into the fabric of his green jacket, and for a moment your spine stiffened, not sure how to receive the hug. You corrected yourself though, and relaxed, embracing him back. Nagito was volatile right now, extremely unstable, and you didn’t want to be perceived as disloyal, untrusting. Nothing to trigger him. He was clingy and needy with you quite often and that part you didn’t mind. You cared for him the way he was… but who he was had slowly been changing. Ever since he entered that damned Final Dead Room.

Nagito didn’t miss a thing, however, and you knew that. Your hesitation to hug him back made a blip on his radar.

“Is everything alright? How is my little ray of hope tonight?” He pulled back a bit, holding you at arm’s length to observe your features closely. This was so uncomfortable: the scrutinizing gaze, the sorry state of your body at that very moment, the sweat that began to bead on your forehead.

“Well, Nagito, you…” you wanted to soften the blow, and so took the initiative to this time hug him first, leaning your head onto his chest. This is what he wanted, right? Play along, don’t slip up. It’s funny, when your head rested flat against him and you inhaled his familiar scent, you felt that warm feeling that made you fall for him for just a second, until you began to finish your thought. “... today… earlier today… why did you do that? I mean… how could you, to me of all people? What if… I mean what if that explosion killed me?” Your heart beat sped up.

“Oh, silly, it wouldn’t have!” He replied as if the answer were obvious. “You’re my shining hope, my everything, and that bomb was only intended to disrupt the plans of those who were there to trap me! I was one step ahead my love. You were never in any true danger.” Ironic, as he ran a hand up and down the arm with the deep cut on it.

“Well, how would you know for sure? What if I were standing where Kazuichi was? He got the brunt of it…” you asked, but you knew whatever answer he had for you wouldn’t calm your aching heart.

“I relied on my luck, of course! It’s all I have to rely on now: you, and this useless ‘talent’ of mine.” His tone was bittersweet. His luck? He really left your safety up to his luck? Sure, you’d never seen it fail him before, but seriously…

“About that… Nagito,” you pulled away, expectantly unsatisfied with his reply and no less terrified of the inner workings of the man in front of you, “what’s made you feel this way, all of a sudden? Sure, our classmates were a little wary of you, but we were friends, all of us. You had them, too. What changed? In the funhouse you - well ever since the Final Dead Room, you’ve changed. In the trial, you said you’d learned about Hajime and how he doesn’t have an ultimate talent, and the secret behind the funhouse’s design… but there’s more you aren’t telling us… I can feel it.” Walking over to a chair beside your bed, you sat down, wrapping your arms around your middle defensively. You felt small and vulnerable under his gaze, which followed you like a hawk.

He didn’t like hearing that - that he’d changed - not from you. You were the only one exempt from his plans, even if you didn’t know it at the time. He loved you and you loved him, and he didn’t want anything to change about that. This couldn’t be just another thing that his miserable life ruined for him. For now, he ignored it, deciding that maybe letting you, the only one he could truly trust, in on his little plan would ease your mind and bring you back to him whole.

“You’re right as usual, my love.” He stood in the center of the room, gesturing as he began to get off of his chest all that he’d gleaned from his time in the funhouse. “How perceptive of you. My little hope is so incredibly smart. It’s one of the reasons I know you’ll guide this useless pack of idiots, including myself, to the highest potential our negligible little lives could ever reach!” How could you have guessed at that time that he meant when he and all the rest he deemed unfit were long gone, wiped from this world by his own will? “I’ll let you in on it, if my little bird promises not to chirp to the rest of the flock, of course…” He grinned at you as if he were a mischievous little kid about to announce a school prank and not a man dead set on getting his classmates killed. You nodded instinctively, not prepared at all for what you were about to hear. “Well it’s quite simple, really. We’ve known about the existence of a traitor for awhile now, right? We thought this entire time that the one of us who was not like the others was to blame for this entire thing, that the despair that ensnared us and caused death after death was caused by this ‘traitor’, right?” You nodded again, wanting desperately to appease him in any way you could. “Well, we couldn’t have had it more wrong, and as my reward for winning the ultimate roulette in the Final Dead Room, I was allowed this knowledge to share - or not share - as I please.” He was smirking now and your heartbeat began to pick up once again. You did not like that look in his eye. The pale planes of his cheeks began to get rosy with that self-satisifed expression he often donned when he knew his plans for hope were on track.

“W-what do you mean, Nagito?” Your voice shook and you sat up in your chair, shifting uncomfortably in place, a motion he noticed immediately. Again, he didn’t appreciate that reaction from you one bit. Why were you so uneasy around him tonight? His mind couldn’t comprehend it.

“Turns out, this whole time,” he held his arms out to each side as if surrendering himself to the powers that be, “It was us! We were the wicked ones. We were the despair, the disgusting evil that clouded all hope.” He began to chuckle at the irony that only he understood in his words. “This ‘traitor’ is the only one who can stop us! They are meant to save the world from the plague of our very existence!” He began to chuckle, a devious and unstable sound emanating from his core.

“H-how could you mean - I mean… Nagito, how could we be evil? Why would you think that? We have been working together to stop Monokuma this whole time. It couldn’t be -”

“Does it really matter how? It’s the truth! I know it is!” He cut you off, startling you as he approached and sank to his knees in front of your chair. Leaning in, he took your hand in his clammy, translucent one. He kissed the tops of your knuckles sweetly - a gesture he often did when you were alone together - and you went rigid, unsettled by his manic words. Another reaction he frowned at. “I mean, you believe me, don’t you? Have I ever been wrong before? Every time I tell you who the blackened is, I’m right! Every mystery I’ve uncovered on this island, every deduction I’ve shared with you and only you, has been correct! Every time I’ve been ‘wrong’ to them, I’ve chosen to play dumb. I’ve never lied to you, I wouldn’t!” He looked frantic, his eyes darting back and forth between yours. When you didn’t reply, he continued. “The traitor, they are the one, true hope for our vile and corrupted lot!” He smiled, again, as if this were the obvious conclusion one should draw from his words, but you just couldn’t see your friends as the monsters he portrayed them as. You couldn’t even see him that way. It just didn’t make sense. Maybe whatever he read in the Final Dead Room was just more lies, planted by Monokuma as a motive to sow more division. Nagito was too smart to fall for that…

“So, what is the solution, then… your plan?” You were almost too afraid to ask, having a good idea of what it would be. His frenzied grin softened into a straight and very serious line. You felt your stomach twist itself into knots.

“Well… we have to go, of course. All of us, except for the traitor.” He stated plainly. Eyes widening just a tick before going neutral again, you tried not to convey the abject fear in your heart. “We all have to die, it’s the only way. The traitor will go on, as the only ray of hope we have left.” With that, you yanked your hand from his grip, and his eye twitched in response.

He was willing to kill you all? All of your peers, your innocent peers who had been through so much already, together… snuff them out just like that?

“Nagito… you know who the traitor is, then…?” His head tilted at that, like a curious puppy confused at his owner’s words. “The one you’re going to spare, you know who it is?” Did it even matter anymore? At this point, the Nagito you loved was long gone. You needed to warn the others. His answer mattered to you personally, nonetheless. Your brow furrowed, your psyche overstimualted by this entire conversation. You pressed him. “Nagito… you know who the traitor is, right?” A little sterner this time, you waited for an answer that would never come. Almost as if he were too prideful, or maybe too ashamed to admit he would have to rely on his luck yet again to meet his goals, he ignored your question.

Chills running throughout your body, you quickly shot up out of the chair. Standing abruptly and causing the slender man to stumble back a bit, you steadied your shaking hands by balling them into fist at your side.

“(Y/N) -” Nagito began as he stood to meet you. Why were you acting like this? Didn’t you have the same goals as him? Didn’t you see the necessity of this plan? Didn’t you love him as much as he loved you? Didn’t you know that know that you - his unbreakable hope - the only pure thing on this miserable island, had to be the traitor? How could it be anyone else? He couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, as the file in the Final Dead Room didn’t name you specifically, but it just had to be you. It had to be. He would delude himself until his last breath.

“O-okay, Nagito, I agree! Yes, y-you’re right of course!” Play along, (Y/N), play along, your survival instincts screamed at you internally. Now it was Nagito’s heart that began to beat fast. He could sense a lie a mile away, and you knew that. Was he truly losing you? “Tell you what, let me shower, I can’t stand this filth on me for one more second.” You forced a nervous chuckle. “After that, I’ll meet you somewhere, um… away from the cabins so the others don’t find out, and we can discuss this further.” In reality, you were hoping that as you showered, he would leave to find a meeting place so that you could run to the other cabins and warn the others. He took a step toward you, and you took a step back in turn. He cringed at that, a hand reaching out weakly for your touch. It fell to his side when you backed away until your back was at the bathroom door and you reached behind you for the handle. “Okay? You go scope out a safe place for us to meet!” You looked for confirmation, fake smile still plastered across your face until your jaw hurt from clenching so hard.

“Okay, (Y/N)...” his heart broke at your willingness to lie straight to his face. You’d never done that before. You would always be honest with him, even with the silliest thoughts. You nodded in reassurance, slipping into the mini bathroom afforded to you by Monokuma and closing the door. It was a modest thing, a small alcove in each cabin with merely a shower stall, sink with a mirror, and toilet all snug into one tiny area. You undressed like the wind, ready to take the quickest shower of your life. Just a rinse for the blood and dirt, running the water long enough to be convincing and you were out. You needed time to run to at least a few of your classmates' cabins before Nagito got back. Whoever you got to first could spread the word. You slid the glass shower stall door open and jumped inside, not even waiting for the water to warm up.

Soaking yourself promptly, you began to scrub off the day you’d had with a small wash cloth nearby. Mere minutes into your shower, you heard the small bathroom door slam open. Freezing instantly, you halted all motion and stared at the figure in the doorway that was a blurry mess of greens, creams and whites through the frosted glass of the shower door. Without a word, the figure approached the shower door and you felt your body go into fight or flight mode, adrenaline kicking into high gear.

This was it… you thought. You were sure that if you were the traitor, you would’ve known. The traitor was still out there, hiding their identity, and now Nagito was going to do exactly what he said he was going to do. You had to go… hope for the world was the end goal that superseded romantic feelings. Your life flashed before your eyes, and you thought of your friends, and how you failed to save them.

Nagito threw open the sliding door, and you fell back against the beige tile behind you, hands flying up to protect your head and face. You didn’t know how he would kill you, but braced for an expected blow. Exposed, defenseless and naked, vital organs unprotected, you began to sob.

“No! Nagito, please!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as he entered the shower stall in a panic, clothes and all. He clapped one cold hand over your mouth, a hand that was shaking. Instantly, tears sprang forth from his own eyes. Were you really that scared of him?

“No, don’t scream, please! Please, (Y/N)!” He released your mouth, throwing his arms around your shoulders in a crushing embrace. The shower head continued to spray down, soaking him now along with you as he clung to you like his life depended on it under its stream. His wild, long locks clung to his neck and forehead and his wet jacket weighed him down. You both stood weeping onto each other freely, Nagito from a broken heart, and you from shock. You were too terrified to move, to care that you were completely nude. He didn’t seem to care either, crushing you in his grip. He was a lot stronger than he looked.

“Nagito… Nagito please…” you pleaded, still not entirely sure these weren’t your last moments.

“I can’t bear to see you terrified of me. You’re… you’re the only one…” He could barely speak through his choked out sobs. He shook his head vehemently, needy for your touch. His hands roamed up and down your back desperately. He needed to feel you there, to know you were real.

“What…?” You didn’t understand.

“You’re the only one,” he sniffled, “who shouldn’t be afraid of me! You’re my shining hope. You’re my light in this darkness!” Tears wracked his body. “Why would a complete and utter nobody like me, talentless trash undeserving of your love ever try to hurt you? I wouldn’t even dream of it. (Y/N), please don’t hate me. I couldn’t bear it!” His finger nails dug into your spine. He was conflicted, and couldn’t fight the swell of anger that contended with the sadness in his chest. It felt like you didn’t know him at all to think he would hurt you. You weren’t the despair he sought to end. You had nothing to fear.

“But, y-you said- !” You began and he interrupted, unable to hear any more doubts of his loyalty to you.

“I know you’re the traitor. I just know it! You’re too good, too perfect to not be…” You’d never heard him so unconfident in his own reasoning before.

“You can’t possibly know that, Nagito!” You spat back, limp in his arms.

“I do know it. I know it. I’ll bet my luck on it. I want it so badly, my luck has to come through. It’s you, it has to be! I could never kill you. I could never get you killed. The others are the despair, you’re the solution. I know it’s you. I’m gonna make it all right… just watch!” He stepped back, taking your puffy face in his hands, staring directly into your eyes. “You’ll make it out of here! You’ll survive the last trial and go on without me, my love. I know it’s you!” He was deceiving himself once again, daring to want something so badly, so selfishly.

He would never live to see just how wrong he was.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

You, your boyfriend Fuyuhiko, and your best friend Peko went way back. As a kid growing up on Fuyuhiko’s side of town, everyone knew to avoid Kuzuryu property. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately looking back at it, you were a pretty reckless as a kid, even if you weren’t now. You used to to slip through fences and past security cameras all the time to play with the blonde fuzzy-haired kid and the girl with the cool sword. Your parents scolded you when you came home, not knowing where you really were, but you always found your way back. The boy, who always had a temper, and the girl, who was the calm to his storm, repeatedly called you names, told you to never come back or his family would kill you, then played with you all day anyway. You had no idea what his family truly was, what the word yakuza really entailed, only that everyone said that part of town was dangerous. You didn’t see it that way, not when you played cops and robbers or samurai and peasant with your two best friends nearly every day. The boy, Fuyuhiko as you’d come to learn, would always rush you off the property if his father was coming home or when less friendly clan members came around, and you didn’t learn until years later why.

By that time it was too late for you to be scared of his yakuza status or Peko’s true strength now revealed to you. You were besties, and nothing was ever going to change that. Through middle school, you formed quite the crush on the petite bad boy, and although he still had a nasty temper and could be quite aloof at times, you wanted him all the same. A lifelong friendship bloomed into a romantic relationship - with hesitance on his part - and before you knew it, you were set to attend Hope’s Peak together. You kept your relationship secret from everyone save for Peko. Fuyuhiko insisted on this, for your own safety.

Now here you were, on this mysterious tropical island with all of your memories of Hope’s Peak wiped clean. You found that in general, many memories of your past were wiped clean, save for those few precious and essential ones. You remembered growing up with Fuyuhiko, your relationship with him, and Peko who you loved like a sister. Everyone else were strangers, strangers who seemingly also couldn’t remember how they got there or how you were all connected. You were all freshmen it seemed, and that was were it stopped.

Almost immediately after Monokuma’s appearance and monologue, Fuyuhiko had pushed both you and Peko away. He demanded you both pretend like you didn’t know him, treat him like everyone else and if need be, you’d meet in secret and away from prying eyes. This was to be a killing game with rules and trials, and no one else here seemed to know each other from their past. If the others found out you three were connected, you would no doubt all be dragged down if one of you got caught up in something nasty. Allies, a package deal and all that. He didn’t want your connection to him to put you or Peko in danger. He knew you’d both die for him, and he for you, and he wouldn’t let any of these idiots use that weakness against you.

~

The cat was long since out of the bag. Peko was gone and you’d helped Mikan nurse Fuyuhiko in and out of the hospital after his near-fatal wounds from trying to save the swordswoman from her from execution. Everyone knew of your relationship now, which meant no more sneaking around behind everyone’s back, but Peko’s life wasn’t the price you ever wanted to pay for that freedom. Along with Peko’s passing additionally came a visible change in your boyfriend’s soul. Though he still had that fiery temper, he controlled it with great effort now. He tried harder with people, forgave easier, loved better, appreciated more. The days of reflection in the hospital stirred something in him.

Weeks passed, and it was one tragedy after another. From the group giving you hell about keeping secrets, to tending to Fuyuhiko’s extensive wounds, to now finding Ibuki hanging from a rope and Hiyoko posted up against a pillar with her throat slit, your group couldn’t seem to catch a break.

Though Mikan and yourself begged him to get some rest - as his wound had already reopened once - Fuyuhiko insisted on investigating in preparation for the trial with everyone else. He was as strong-willed as ever. You searched the hospital with him for clues or evidence the blackened may have sloppily left behind. He was on edge, and you couldn’t blame him. Everyone was, these were the fifth and sixth classmates dead in the blink of an eye, and the killer was still on the loose. Your skin crawled and you were extra jumpy today. Every corpse you had to look upon took a little more of your innocence and vitality from you, and this maniac had already killed twice. What was to stop them from killing again?

Fuyuhiko insisted that he wasn’t scared of the blackened, quite the opposite. It was his rage aimed at them that would fuel his strength to move on and identify them. You knew him well, and knew when to back off when he was in a mood. Everything seemed to annoy him at the moment. It was hard to search with him and cooperate when he got pissed off everytime you fussed over his healing injuries. He kept swatting you away then apologizing for being irate and short-tempered. He just wanted you to stop babying him.

Just now bending over to search near a hospital bed, Fuyuhiko shot upright, jumping at a sudden sound that startled him.

“What the fuck-?!” He turned to the source of the loud crash behind him. You were splayed out across the floor behind him, a deep gash on your cheek spilling blood down your face as you sat up. “What the hell did you do?!”

“I just tripped! I’m fine!” You gestured with one hand to a small table you’d toppled over, holding your bloody cheek with the other. The contents on said table, various sharp little medical instruments and tools, were strew about and on top of your body. Fuyujiko glared at the hard counter top of the cabinet you’d hit your cheek off of on the way down. Now you knew how Mikan felt, always making a mess of her clumsy self.

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot! Why don’t you watch where you’re going?! We’ve got enough shit to deal with right now!” He kneeled down to your level and started rapidly picking up the various scalpels and knives around you.

“I’m sorry, ‘Hiko…” the shame was setting in. He was already ornery today and you’d somehow made it even worse. He leaned over your body, reaching for more of the small instruments.

“Sorry’s not gonna cut it! You-”  hovering over you, he lifted one of the razor sharp tools above his head in a clenched, angry gesture. You turned your head, gasping slightly and flinching away from him. Your free hand came up to cover your face with your eyes shut tight in a grimace. Upon seeing you recoil, cowering away from him like that, he halted, the rest of his complaint dropping off into oblivion.

He didn’t want to be like that anymore, remember? He reminded himself of his temper, of his talks with Hajime in the hospital, of Peko’s memory urging him to do better, of his display of humility to Hiyoko in the hotel restaurant.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, putting the instrument aside and gently pulling you to your feet alongside him.

“Come on, sit down. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He pushed you gently down to sit on the hospital bed and reached for some simple disinfectant, a cloth to put it on, and a large bandage. He began to pat the blood away. “We’ll have Mikan look at this later to see if it needs stitches, but this is the best I can do for now.” He noticed you avoiding his eye contact and his heart sank. “Hey…” He held your chin, titing your head to look up and meet his gaze. “I’m really sorry, okay. I would never lay a hand on you. That is a fact. Please… know this for certain.”

“I know, I just… I don’t know… I’m sorry I reacted that way.” His apology helped, but you still felt a little foolish.

“No, it’s me who should be sorry. There’s no need to get that angry, especially at you, especially for an accident.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. He had a long way to go. “Please slow down. Be more careful and worry about yourself as much as you worry about me. I can’t lose you, too.”

Hajime Hinata

You’d closed yourself up in your cabin for good, with no plans to go out in the foreseeable future. Every few minutes you checked the locks, on both the doors and the windows, biting your nails down to nearly bleeding. In addition to shutting yourself in, you’d shut the world, the island, and all your classmates out. You were a nervous wreck.

Mere hours ago, Nagito had blown the hotel lobby and everyone in it sky high. He’d finally lost what little marbles he had left. Nobody knew fully why, but he’d snapped too far beyond repair. Both you and poor Kazuichi were very near to the blast zone, and even now you felt a dizziness and slight loss of hearing. You were sure that over in his cabin, Kazuichi was feeling the same way. You wanted to pass out, to scream, to topple over in exhaustion but refused to let yourself leave your post. As much as you were tired and dizzy, you were equally as terrified. What if that maniac Nagito showed up again to finish the job? Though the vertigo threatened to take you down for the count, you were determined to stay vigilant. Your mind grew more and more dull and hazy by the second, though.

Hajime and the others wanted to go to the new island in the morning, and as far as you were concerned, they could search until their hearts were content. You’d given up. You’d been broken. You’d been beaten by Monokuma and this killing game. Why go to a new island? Every time you guys went to a new island to explore, someone died. Everyone was dying. There was a psychopath hell-bent on blowing you up - or worse - on the loose. You were content to stay in your cottage and rot away. Paranoid and eroded away from trial after trial, you’d refused to let anyone in, even your sweet boyfriend, Hajime, who’d already tried to come check on you several times that night. Even as the rain poured down from the night sky and lightning cracked consistently, he kept coming back. He was extremely concerned about you, but you just couldn’t do it anymore. You didn’t trust anyone anymore. You couldn’t.

You trusted Teruteru, and Peko, and Mikan, and Gundham, and Nagito… it was all too much. Who would betray you next? Who would stab you in the back when you least expected it for a chance at freedom as a blackened who got away with it? It could be literally anyone. Sonia had a country to get back to, an entire country waiting for her. Fuyuhiko had an empire. They all had a reason to live and you’d be an easy target in this state of barely conscious, injured and mentally broken.

You’d almost fallen asleep when a knock came at your door, again…

You almost chose to ignore it, but figured getting your body moving would keep you awake, so you forced your feet over to the door.

“Hajime…?” You assumed, your voice weak.

“Man…” he sighed loudly, muffled by the rain and the barrier of the door, “(Y/N)... you sound terrible. I really do think you have a concussion. Please let me in. I’m worried sick.”

“Please go away, Hajime. I’m sorry… I’ll be fine. I just -”

“I know you’re scared. You know you can trust me.” There was that word again… Moments passed in silent contemplation. “... I’m gonna keep coming back until you let me in. I’m soaked… please…” he whined, jiggling the door handle on his side. Now it was your turn to sigh. You rested your head against the door, senses dimming fast. He was probably right, you most likely did have a concussion. Your head ached, your vision was a bit blurry, the light of your cabin bothered your eyes. “You can’t just stay in there forever, you need medical atten-” The door swung open before him, and you hurriedly signaled for him to come in, swiftly locking the door behind him.

“No sudden movements. I’m a bit confused right now… everything’s a bit slow…” Your words slurred out but he seemed to catch them all.

“Yeah, no shit. You were blown all the way across the hotel floor. Come here, let me check something.” He took your wrist and stood you in the center of the room in front of him. He pulled a small flashlight he won from the gacha machine from his pocket and flashed it into your eyes slowly. “Try to stand still.” You were trying to, but swayed and stumbled regardless. “See, you can’t even do that much. Look, since Mikan is gone, we gotta let Monomi help us out. Let’s get you to the hospital.”

“What?! No, no no…” your heart beat quickened, feeling that paranoid panic set in again. “I’m not leaving this room.” The confusion was hitting again as you stumbled backwards a step and your back met the side of your bed. Was this a set up? You already let him in, now he wanted to get you out in the open? “Something’s gonna happen! I won’t go!”

“(Y/N), I promise I’ll get you to the hospital safely and I’ll stay with you the whole time. I know you’re scared but you’re being irrational right now!”

A thunderous boom sounded outside as high above your cabin the lightning cracked. In an instant, all of the lights wavered and went out. You cried out into the pitch black. You couldn’t see even a foot in front of you. This was definitely a set up. It had stormed plenty of times on this island, and the lights never went out like this.

Hajime reached out for you in the dark, and you screamed even louder at his touch. This was it, the betrayal. It was inevitable on this hell of an island. No one could truly be trusted.

“(Y/N), stop! Stop yelling!” Hajime grabbed one of your wrists in the dark, and you sank to the floor, too dizzy to stand any longer. He heard the thud of your butt hitting the ground, though he couldn’t see it, and sunk to his knees beside you.

“Please… don’t hurt me, Hajime…” the words tumbled out of your mouth lazily. You wanted to pass out so badly.

“Hurt you?” He sounded incredulous, almost scoffing. Turning the screen brightness all the way up on his e-handbook, he set it on the ground beside you both for some type of light, as meager as it was, and sat the flashlight beside it. He grabbed your face in his hands, gently shaking you to alertness. He’d heard it wasn’t good to let someone with a concussion fall asleep. “I’d never hurt you.” He stated almost matter-of-factly. “You’re just going through a rough time right now... Don’t talk like that. You know I’d never hurt you. I care about you, a lot.” He adjusted your position so you were sitting up a little straighter.

It pained him to see you this way. This killing game was stealing your luster, your goodness, your spirit. He’d noticed that your smile - a smile he loved so very much - grew smaller and smaller with each trial. Now it’d come to this. You were frightened of even him…

“I’m so scared, Hajime…”

“I know. I know you are.” He spoke with compassion in his voice. “Will you let me help you? Please…?” He waited for your nod of confirmation before continuing. “Come on,” he scooped one arm under your legs and the other under behind your back and stood with you in his arms. “We’re gonna get you the help you need. I know it’s hard, but we are a team. You, me, Chiaki, Sonia, Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko, Akane, we need to do this together. I know it’s hard to trust after all that’s happened, but I’m gonna keep you safe, and we’re gonna survive this, together.”

Kazuichi Soda

Kazuichi sat in front of the busted funhouse elevator, ass nearly numb from sitting in that position for hours. He was squatting before, until his knees began to hurt as well. You sat behind him, handing him tool after tool when he needed it and offering encouragement and advice when you could. Still, he was being testy and very short with you and the two of you had gotten into it several times today already. Nothing big, just a few little spats. You had to keep reminding him that you were only trying to help, but nonetheless he was in a foul mood.

You knew he was truly mad at the situation, not you. His anger was misplaced but it still hurt. You’d all been locked up in the funhouse for days without food and with minimal sleep due to Monokuma’s interference and everyone was on each other’s last nerves. Now the elevator was broken, and the Ultimate Mechanic was expected to be the one to fix it. He’d been at it all day, and with each set back or miniscule perceived failure, he got more and more irritated.

You handed him a wrench you’d gotten from the hidden room beyond the Final Dead Room. All the tools he was currently using were from there as well. Oh yeah, that was another reason he was so pissed off. He’d never admit to it, but the fact that you were smart and brave enough to pass the Final Dead Room’s test unscathed and here he couldn't even fix this measly machine irked him like nothing else. He felt like the word useless might as well have been stamped onto his head. After he let out yet another frustrated groan, stretching out his sore wrist, you sighed and spoke up:

“Hey, Kaz’, it’s okay if you can’t get it done today. Let’s get some rest. We need to conserve energy.” He looked at you as if you’d just called him the biggest loser ever.

“That’s easy for you to say! You’re actually contributing to the group! You don’t have the burden of feeling like a failure on your mind!” He gritted his sharp teeth.

“You are contributing by even trying to fix it!” You retorted, not appreciating his tone or him starting an argument with you yet again today.

“Oh, don’t patronize me! You just don’t get it! Everyone likes you and you’re good at everything you try! I can’t even do what I was literally born to do correctly!” He spat.

“Oh, Kazuichi, give me a break! It is not that deep! Nobody even needs to use the elevator at this very moment!” You shifted your position right next to him, crossing your arms over your chest in a pouting display.

“If you’re not gonna help, then just go away!” He leaned forward toward you, raising the wrench in his hand in exasperation. You jolted backwards, leaning away from him with a fright.

…

Things got really awkward, very fast. The air went dead silent and all anger drained from his face. He lowered the wrench as a blank expression took over, followed by one of slight embarrassment. Did you really think he was gonna hit you with it? A moment passed, and you both looked away from each other, refusing to make eye contact.

“H-hey…” Kazuichi hesitated for a second, then made up his mind. Grabbing your shoulder, he seized you into his chest and held you tightly. His mind flashed back to his years in the family shop, to glimpses of his dad screaming whenever he angered him, even hitting him sometiimes for fucking up on a car. He might have even deserved it - he thought - but you didn’t. For sure, you didn't. He respected but feared his father, and he didn’t want to make anyone feel like that, especially not you. “I would never hit ya like that! Y-you gotta know that, right?!” His voice broke as he fought back tears. “I’m sorry for being an asshole today. This place just fuckin’ sucks you know? I can’t take it anymore!” You felt wetness soak through your shirt on your shoulder though you couldn’t see his face. You returned the hug, pulling him tighter into yourself. You two sat like that for a long while, resigned to give the elevator another try sometime later.

Nekomaru Nidai

You and Nekomaru were kinda… a thing? It was complicated because you were two very different people, but there was a little spark, a mutual crush that was known of and whispered about by the other students. It was weird, because you two flirted with each other, but nothing really ever happened because when he was around, you felt like a flustered mess, a puddle of mush. He was an intimidating, extroverted mountain of a man, and it was easy to become nervous in his presence. It’s like you were touch-starved, head over heels for your handsome classmate and yet the thought of him touching you turned you into an anxious idiot at the same time. You spent a quite lot of time together but there was rarely any touching other than a motivational clap on the back or the slap when you made a good joke, maybe even a very platonic-feeling bear hug as a greeting every once in a while.

In fact, you saw more chemistry between him and Akane, or even him and Hajime, two people he hung out with all the time. Heck, he touched Akane a lot more than he ever touched you. It made you feel a bit jealous, even. You felt silly even admitted this to yourself, as he wasn’t even your boyfriend and could do whatever he pleased, but it was frustrating nonetheless.

You wanted to be mature, to be honest and communicate your feelings with him once and for all because the pining, the unfulfilled feelings were driving you crazy but it had totally blown up in your face. Turns out your relationship with him was a lot more complicated than you originally thought. The talk ended up as a bit of an argument… well, it felt like you were arguing and stumbling over your feelings while he didn’t seem to be upset at all, which made you feel even more overwhelmed. You felt childish, unable to express yourself in a way that didn’t feel humiliating. He always seemed willing to talk something out, but at the same time didn’t really seem to understand how you felt in any other way than on a platonic level. He motivated, talked to, trained, and fixed people for a living, but maybe sports and romance were just too different for this conversation to click in his head. Or maybe… you were reading the signs all wrong. Maybe he didn’t like you back at all. Maybe you and your peers had misinterpreted his fondness for you as flirting, and you decided to accept that. You respectfully asked him to forget about everything you said, and apologized for the confusion and awkwardness, making your swift exit.

~

Sulking, dejected and needing some alone time, you walked along the lengthy bridge that connected Jabberwock Park to the island that housed the supermarket and resort. The sun was in the process of setting, leaving the island nearly dark with last last bits of daylight.

“(Y/N)!” You looked up from your navel-gazing to see a large figure bolting toward you at the speed of light. Nekomaru’s sudden appearance startled you even though you knew the guy to be loud and over the top. At that distance, you may not have been able to tell it was him in this little lighting if he weren’t yelling out your name. You’d recognize the voice from a mile away. As he finally approached, not the least bit out of breath, he began to speak immediately.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” He seemed a bit different, a bit less charged-up than his usual state. It was like a calm state of focus.

“Hey… Nekomaru.” You smiled weakly, still extremely nervous standing in his shadow. You had to tell yourself that you only felt this way because you liked him, and you had to let go of those feelings. “What’s up?” You twiddled your thumbs timidly, eluding the eye contact.

“I wanted to talk to you about earlier. When we chatted… well, I’ve been thinking about it all day. It’s been bothering me! So…” His brow furrowed. It wasn’t often he was speechless. “Uhhh..” he stalled in his deep rumble of a voice. He took a step closer to you, and you took one skittish step back. It felt weird having him in your personal bubble. It bred butterflies in your stomach. You began to shiver. It was partly because of the chill in the evening air, and partly because you dreaded confrontation like this. You feared he would make this more painful and awkward than it already was. Why couldn’t he leave it be? You weren’t his type, you accepted that! You took another self-conscious step back.

“We don’t really need to talk about it. I get how you feel, it’s fi-” a gasp passed through your lips as his massive hand suddenly flew down toward you. You flinched backward just a tad and felt your heel slip off the edge of the bridge. His hand found its desired destination around your waist and he pulled you in snugly to his wide, warm chest.

“W-why did you do that?” You looked up at him, your face pulsating with warmth just underneath the skin. He raised a brow apphrehensively at your reaction.

“You were shaking, so I figured you were cold. Plus, you were about to fall off the bridge. Two birds, one stone! Bet you’re warmin’ up now, huh?” He grinned down at you briefly before the wary expression took over again. “Hey, I know I’m a big dude an’ all, but you don’t need to be afraid of me or anything…” he mumbled and you could feel him speak from your position smashed against his chest. You looked down now, a bit ashamed that you made him feel that way. You didn’t know why he cared what you thought of him, but you could hear the slight hurt in his voice.

“I’m not scared of you, Nekomaru… quite the opposite…”

“Whaddaya mean?” What did he mean what do you mean??? Was he really that clueless? You literally had a whole conversation about this earlier today. Did the meaning of your words fly totally over his head… or were you just not clear enough?

“Nekomaru… I’m not scared I just…” you paused, debating just shutting up then and there, “I just get really nervous around you because… I really like you. Like as more than a friend…”

“You do?” Why did he sound genuinely surprised?

“I told you so earlier…”

“You did?!” He donned a puzzled look, and you looked up at him, incredulous. “No way!”

“I told you how I felt earlier, and you didn’t seem to feel the same so I let it go!”

“See, I told you it’s been bothering me, because I couldn’t for the life of me understand what you were so upset about earlier!” He threw his head back in one of his endearing, hearty laughs. What was that stereotype? Dumb jock?

“I mean, I tried to tell you, without being too forward or blunt. I was afraid you’d reject me…”

“Haha! Next time, why don’t you try to be more straightforward and honest with your feelings? It feels good!” He flexed the arm that held you close, giving you a good squeeze. You felt your cheeks warm up sheepishly.

“Like I said… you make me nervous…” you chuckled diffidently.

“Well, what do you say we try that talk again?” He began to resume the walk across the bridge, with you under his arm. “This time, we both be clear adn honest with each other?” His eyebrow wriggled rather mischeviously. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised with the results.”

Twogami / Ultimate Imposter

You’d spent nearly all of what little time you’d been on the island with Byakuya. You were starting to form a little crush on him, and he was rather fond of you as well (not that he’d ever openly admit it) so he allowed it. You of course knew about the Togami family’s power and influence, everyone did, so you found yourself a bit shy around him, but having fun at the same time getting to know him. You were a bit of of a people pleaser, both curious about him and eager to help if he needed it. There were times when you two simply hung out, like two normal people, and sometimes he even seemed to find you as fascinating as you found him. When he found himself asking one too many questions about you, however, he always seemed to reel it in, pulling back like he had some type of wall up.

You were fine with it. You’d just met a few days ago after all, and the friendship… or something more, would form when it formed. You didn’t want to force it. You were already feeling a bit silly and about wanting to connect with the Ultimate Affulent Progeny in the first place. Someone with his wealth and status could probably spend his time with anyone he wanted.

The threat of the start of a potential killing game was putting everyone on edge, even the scion himself, though he carried it better than most. He genuinely looked like someone your class might be able to look to as a leader.

The group had decided to throw a little party later that night, and you offered to help Byakuya tick off and confiscate all weapons or even potential weapons in the old building that would house this party… for some reason. Every loose wooden plank, every butter knife, every pointy object had to go. It felt like he knew something no one else did… but, you happily followed along, helping him with this task. Honestly, though, on the inside, you feared he was being a little too uptight. How would he enjoy the little get together tonight in this state of uneasiness?

In between locking up items he dubbed nefarious and double checking every corner of the building, you two actually got to know each other a little better. After hours of work, he was satisfied. All the while, he seemed to be watching Teruteru and Nagito like a hawk as the two shuffled in and out of the building preparing tonight’s dishes and cleaning respectively. What was Byakuya hiding from you? Why all the suspicion? Did he genuinely think one of your classmates would kill someone tonight? That was just insane to even think about.

Trying to ease his mind, you started up an innocent conversation.

“You shouldn’t worry so much, really! Tonight will be great! I know it. I brought my good luck charm and everything!” Smiling and seeking to distract his tense mind, you brought a little trinket out from your back pocket. In your flattened out hand you displayed a little baby blue pocket knife, barely the size of your palm. “My dad gave it to me when I was really little, and I -”

“What is wrong with you?!” Byakuya’s hand shot out toward you to grab the small blade and you flinched backward, holding your hands up defnesively and dropping it onto the floor in the process. The sudden, angry movement had frightened you, especially coming from a man who knew how to hold an intimidating presence.

The silence then was palpable as it hung in the air, and he, the real him, wanted to apologize, to explain himself and express regret for overreacting. He wanted to say that you’d been a joy to hang out with these past few days and that he’d never raise a hand to you, but Byakuya Togami would never lower himself to say these things… and right now, he was Byakuya Togami. He steeled himself to speak.

“I was merely going to confiscate the blade from you. What a gross overreaction…” He spoke condescendingly. “Do you really think me some animal, some lesser beast who physically assaults people? Don’t insult me so…” He scoffed, plucked the blade from the ground and pocketed it. “I don’t know what kind of men you’ve dealt with, but clearly you’ve been hanging around with the dregs of humanity.” Crossing his arms nonchalantly over his chest, he left you there without another word, satisfied that his facade had remained in tact. Inside, it burned, it hurt to be so cruel to such a sweet person like you. He left to make final preparations for the party tonight and you stayed behind, offering to help Teruteru and Nagito since you were already there. It would take your mind off of the humiliation you just suffered.

~

Early into the next morning, when Monokuma dismissed the survivors of the very first class trial back to their cottages at last, you’d nearly missed it as you crawled onto your bed in a tired, traumatized ball:

A rectangular black box sat on your bedside table. It wasn’t yours, and you were sure your cabin door was locked. How did it even get there?

You opened it cautiously and found the most expensive looking, elegant, and elaborate looking pen in the world within. On one side was the Togami family crest, engraved delicately and masterfully. Tucked under it was a small note. You read it, tears welling up immediately.

A replacement good luck charm - T

Gundham Tanaka

Gundham felt totally secure with you, a feeling he’d never truly felt with anyone else. He’d never state it in plain words, but it was true nonetheless. You’d always been accepting of him and his rather eccentric ways. He didn’t need to feel like an outcast around you. He felt completely seen, understood on a whole new level. He could’ve sworn you cast some sort of spell over him, the way his cheeks and the tips of his ears would feel like they were on fire when you complimented him or held his hand. He nearly burst into flames when you once pecked his cheek with your soft lips after he carried a bunch of stuff back to your cabin for you as a favor.

You two spent nearly every day together. Everyone knew you two were a thing and you didn’t mind the teasing. You had no reason to be ashamed of how you felt about Gundham. He was the kindest soul you’d ever met, it just took a little digging to figure that out. Other than Hajime and Sonia - the only other two who really tried to get to know him - you were the only one who he’d let tend to the Devas. You often held them, fed them, watched them in your cabin when Gundham showered or needed a short break. The hamsters and Gundham himself provided a much needed light for you in the darkness of this killing game. The little things you did with him mattered so much to you. You appreciated every moment when in this place, you could be very much dead the next day. You swam at the pool and went shopping at the supermarket together on the main island, ate at the diner together on the second, hung out at the music venue together on the third, and now, trapped in the funhouse with starvation as the motive, Gundham insisted that you share the sound-proof, luxury room with him.

You’d initially gotten extremely flustered by his request but eventually accepted. Gundham didn’t seem to think twice about it. You supposed he was so naive to romance that he saw nothing wrong with you two sharing a bedroom at all. Maybe he did know, but cared more about your safety than the embarrassment. You knew he’d never do anything without your express permission anyway, so after deliberating, decided it was a non-issue. It was unusual for Monomi not to pop up to protest, however.

~

Days into being trapped in the funhouse, you sat at the small desk in your room feeling like a total asshole. You’d been in an argument with Gundham earlier, one that you’d totally started and knew you were in the wrong for. You rarely ever had a disagreement with him, much less gotten into a full-on fight. It was a bit one-sided however, as you yelled and complained while he just tried to reason with you and ultimately ended up leaving you alone in the room for some space. You regretted it the instant he left, and had made up your mind to apologize the second he returned. You were miserable: starving and dead tired from Monokuma Tai Chi every morning, but that was no excuse for your behavior. Everyone else was hungry and cranky, too, and you’d taken your anger out on Gundham for no reason.

You pulled out the headphones and small MP3 player Hajime gifted you when you hung out a few weeks back and slumped forward on the desk, moping as you put the headphones in and blasted the music as loud as the cheap earbuds would allow. You had to pass the time somehow, and walking around looking for Gundham when he’d eventually come back here to sleep would waste what little energy you had left. There was a small part of your mind that wondered: what if he didn’t come back? Your heart ached. Everyone was starving… someone would have to kill soon to get out of this hopeless situation. You could only hope and pray that the last thing you said to Gundham wouldn’t be that hateful nonsense. You let yourself zone out, head down on the desk and eyes closed lazily. You began to doze off and wouldn’t know how long you were out.

You awoke to the music still blasting in your ears and a tap on your shoulder.

“Hmm?” Groggily you turned to see Gundham behind you. Gripped tightly in his gauze-wrapped hand was a large, sharp knife the length of your forearm. Your eyes widened and you screamed, taken off guard by the frightening sight. “Gundham, please, no!” It was a bit odd that he looked more shocked than you did as you backed away from him, falling off the chair and onto the floor behind it with a thud. Tears began to stream down you face. 

You didn’t think it would end like this, but it was kinda of the perfect location. The room was sound-proof, after all. You just never expected a betrayal this cruel. Maybe you should’ve. After all this time, all of these deaths, it was naive to truly trust anyone on this island. Why did it have to be him though of all people? Maybe he had to do this. After all, the Devas were starving, too, and they meant the world to him. Getting out meant saving them as well.

Tossing the knife onto the bed, he rushed over to you, kneeling to the floor and tearing the earbuds out of your ears.

“What sort of demon has possessed you?!” Confusion coated his visage and the Devas hopped down from their master’s scarf and swarmed you, sensing your distress.

“What do you mean?! You just scared the shit outta me!” Fresh tears sprang forward with your frustration.

“That was never my intention, my beloved…” he shook his head apologetically.

“Well you can’t just pop up out of nowhere with a knife like that, especially in a situation like this! I thought you were about to fucking murder me!” 

“I assumed you knew that I would never do you harm, so I didn’t see an issue with my approach… These other peasants would do well to fear my dark powers, but I thought you knew that my loyalties lie with you, dear one!” He pulled off one of his dramatic gestures. You pulled your knees up into yourself, suddenly feeling very stupid.

He proceeded to explain that while he was gone, he’d decided to take on the Final Dead Room in hopes of finding a route of escape from the funhouse because he couldn’t stand to see you suffer like this for a single day more. Instead, he came upon a cache of weapons of every sort and size, and begged you to keep that fact a secret. Pulling you to your feet, he sat you down on the bed and handed you the knife.

“Since I can not spirit you away from this hell, I have chosen to provide you with the means to defend yourself should I ever fail to. Hide it somewhere that is always accessible to you and no one else. And my darling, I beg of thee,” he pleaded, “cease all usage of that wretched machine!” He pointed to the MP3 player discarded onto the ground. “You must be on your guard at all times in this place, especially if the Devas and I are not there to guard you.” Your bottom lip quivered, heart swelling at his concern for you, even after you screamed at him earlier. You sat the knife down and threw your arms around him, collapsing into his chest. You didn’t deserve him.

“I’m so sorry, Gundham! After I sat here and bitched at you for no reason, you went out and still thought of my safety? I’m so, so sorry!”

“Think nothing of it, dear one…” He mumbled, burying his red face in his scarf.

Teruteru Hanamura

Most of the your other classmates were repulsed or at the very least annoyed by Teruteru’s antics. His behavior: overtly flirty and forward, even to the point of perversion, was a major turn off for most of the people he talked to, but you actually really liked him. You found his one-liners funny, his pick up lines amusing. He was genuinely fun to hang out with, in your opinion. He complimented you a lot, and you would playfully tease and flirt back. He really seemed to enjoy the matching of his energy, and though you’d only known each other for about a week, you spent a lot of time together. He was usually showing you some simple yet delicious recipes and letting you taste test his meals (of course with a lot of innuendos built in) and you would share your interests with him while you cooked together. You noticed, also, that the more time you spent with him, the less time he spent bothering the others. Maybe all he needed was a little positive attention all along.

Tonight, all of your classmates would be attending a party, both to socailize and ensure that nothing could happen because you’d all be in the same place, which would leave too many witnesses, therefore making a killing unlikely. Teruteru of course was excited to do what he did best and provide the meals for the party, but his mood seemed to be like a rollercaster that day. As you spent hours helping him cook, sometimes leaving to take breaks or talk to the others, he seemed to go from flirty to worried, salacious to nervous, confident to angry. His mood seemed to turn foul when Nagito would waltz by the kitchen, passing through as he did his assigned cleaning duties in the party building. You noted this, but it was strange, as you hadn’t known Teruteru to particularly dislike any of your peers… Did he have an issue with Nagito? But Nagito was so chill…

No matter the reason for his mood swings, you took them for what they were and tried to help out by offering an extra hand (which he made a dirty joke about) or changing the subject when he got gloomy. You could only do so much to stabilize his mood, however, and eventually he seemed to just be barking orders or frustrated with you. He was already in a bad mood and you didn’t want to contribute to it. You weren’t a true chef anyway and you were probably just getting in the way, you figured, so you took a big tray of finished dishes and began to make your way out to the dining hall.

Your shoe caught onto a thick chord just outside the kitchen door, just a piece of junk Nagito hadn’t gotten to yet and you tumbled forward, spilling the entire tray onto the floor. You gasped as you hit the floor, your knees stinging with the impact. Teruteru, who witnessed the whole thing, ran over to you with a shriek to make sure you were okay. The melancholy melted away, and checking on you was all that mattered.

“(Y/N)!” Mistaking his tone for anger because of his previously existing foul mood, you were startled by his approach, flinching away, shrinking backwards slightly. You fucked up, you ruined the dishes he spent hours making. He was probably furious with you. He stopped dead in his tracks, shocked by that instinctual response from you. With your reaction, he finally realized how rude he’d been to you all night. It wasn’t your fault Nagito was up to no good, and even knowing what he knew, he shoudn’t have taken his mood out on you. He was pushing away the one person who treated him with such kindness and respect on this island. His mother wouldn’t have been proud of that. “Take my hand.” He extended it to you and helped you to your feet.

���I’m so sorry, Teruteru, your food-!” You began to apologize profusely but he cut you off.

“I can always make more. I enjoy making more. Are you alright? You took quite the spill!” He smiled warmly at you. “I shoudln’t have been so… intense earlier. My apologies.”

“Oh I’m fine! It’s okay. But, about the food… are you sure it’s gonna be okay? Can we really make more in time?” He nodded enthusiastically in response. When you beamed back at him, he felt his inside twist into a knot.

He had to stop Nagito tonight. It was decided. He didn’t know how, or the extent of Nagito’s plans, but he couldn’t let him start the killing game with that knife he’d caught him taping under the the dining hall table earlier that morning.

Because… what if Nagito chose you, as his victim?

#nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #teruteru hanamura #byakuya twogami #gundham tanaka #kazuichi soda #nekomaru nidai #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #x reader #danganronpa #sdr2 goodbye despair #sdr2 boys #angst #fluff #s/o #y/n #trigger happy havoc #v3 killing harmony #oneshot #fanfiction #reader insert #fanfic #imagines #danganronpa scenarios #sfw #scenarios #writing commission #commissions open #ultimate shsl

[dangandisiacs]

nagito + aphrodisiacs

cw: nsft, use of aphrodisiacs, cursing, obsessive nagito; slight yandere persona??, bdsm, afab

a/n: dedicated to @vinnyandthephenomena

-mod elinove

nagito panted above you as he looked at your body, wrists tied and body vulnerable. he wanted to give you everything, anything you wanted, he’d use his body as a tool to your disposal.

you, meanwhile, had your eyes closed as you felt yourself drip with sweat and heat. nagito had also been affected by the aphrodisiacs, his eyes wide and lust - filled. once affected, he’d practically pounced on you, hastily asked for consent, and then you dragged him to your room.

both of you were completely unclothed, nagito pressing his body as close as he could get to yours. he sighed dreamily at the sight and scents of you, you allowing him to do this, you letting him give and give without you fighting back - oh, what a lovely dream come true.

for finalized consent, he caught your attention and watched for any sign that you fully accepted this - this beautiful position. you nodded, watching his form that was so eager to push into you.

he loved you so, so much.

nagito immediately bucked in, earning a shaky moan past your slightly chapped lips. nagito let his mouth open, his eyes becoming half - lidded. he regained focus and moved, desperately pounding into you at a fast rate.

“n - nagito!!” you, in your sense, whimpered out without your will.

he didn’t understand how you could be insecure when you looked so pretty in whatever you were doing.

you were his queen, his goddess, an obsession and addiction he’d never give up. never. he thought about that as he continued, the bed squeaking in a repeated motion.

his moans were dipped in honey and coated with sugar - so sweet; but behind it all, sinful.

and it wasn’t even the aphrodisiacs that made him think this way. he was always just wired like this.

the aphrodisiacs did, however, make him more risky and needy for even just your smell. he felt so complete when you were around. like you were the sun shining in on a barren, abandoned room.

you wrapped your hand in his hair, pulling his head to your neck. he happily bit on your inviting skin, only to soothe it after with the lapping of his tongue.

every one of his five senses were engulfed by you - your scent, your touch, your taste, your sounds, and the sight of you in such a form that made him almost cum seeing you like this. so perfect to him, so much to take in!

alas, mental screenshots would have to do.

he sped up his thrusting, pushing with no abandon. sooo fucking good.

“you look so pretty, my love!~” nagito giggled out, his words turning into a moan. you weren’t even dating, but he found it as a good way to express that his love for you was still present, even with the aphrodisiacs pumping through him.

he pushed deeper, hitting that sensitive nerve that made you scream once hit. he smiled almost creepily, saliva falling from his thin lips. what a pathetic, albeit alluring sight.

you clenched around him, cumming around his cock that was currently drilling deep inside you.

the feeling of you tightening around him made him pull out and come on the sheets, stroking himself to ease out the threads of white.

as you panted from the aftermath, nagito slowly got up from sitting - climbing on you and ready for round two.

#nagito komaeda #sdr2 nagito #dr nagito #komaeda nagito #danganronpa nagito #danganronpa imagines #smut #female reader #aphrodisiacs #Hiyoko is a little shit #Nagito X reader #goodbye despair #danganronpa #feed the deprived

[theamityelf]

In the Undead AU, every now and then Makoto and Nagito combine their classes, so they can both watch everyone at the same time. The logistics of getting everyone into the same room without losing anyone makes it a rare occurrence, but some days it's worth it for one or both of them to have an extra set of eyes.

The undead love this; Class 78 is always excited to join Class 77, because they get to eat real human meat, instead of the animal stuff they've been eating. And most of Class 77 like taking care of the younger kids. Makoto does ask Nagito how his class keeps getting human meat, but Nagito will either say he found some already dead and didn't want it to go to waste, or that Akane got out again. ("Ah, I'm so unlucky. It happened again.")

Both Nagito and Makoto like watching each other care for their classmates.

The fond look on Nagito's face as he watches Makoto wipe the blood off Celeste's hands ("There! All clean. But...I'm sorry, we still have to cut your nails. I know, I know! But you keep scratching yourself and Hifumi."), or break up a fight between Syo and Akane ("Hey, no-no-no-no! I get where you're both coming from, but I'm handling Byakuya's food hoard. Neither of you need to get involved."), or pacify Taka when people start stacking desks, or just generally walk around with Chihiro on his back.

And the smile on Makoto's face when he watches Nagito untangle a knot (that Hiyoko tied) in Mikan's hair, or get ahead of what would have been a nasty fight because Junko has one of Gundham's Devas and those are not for eating and if Gundham attacks Junko then Mukuro and Mondo will get involved and it'll be a whole thing, or ward Teruteru away from Sayaka, or just generally walk around with Kazuichi practically clinging to his leg.

Peko chills with Hina and Sakura. Sayaka and Ibuki are hanging out. Mahiru is actually teaming up with Taka.

Kyoko uses the larger group as an opportunity to sneak out for, like, an hour and come back unnoticed.

Nagito and Makoto spend most of the day chatting, but Nagito learns to stay one pace away from Makoto and not touch him at all, because Byakuya will get territorial.

#danganronpa #undead au #komaegi #celestia ludenberg #genocider syo #akane owari #kiyotaka ishimaru #chihiro fujisaki #mikan tsumiki #junko enoshima #gundham tanaka #mukuro ikusaba #mondo owada #teruteru hanamura #sayaka maizono #ibuki mioda #kazuichi soda #peko pekoyama #sakura ogami #aoi asahina #mahiru koizumi #kyoko kirigiri #byakuya togami #naegami

[venoti]

My fragment of Hope

(Supposed to be a one shot but it got too long)

Pt: 1

Summary: When the ultimate lucky student, Nagito Komeada, meets the ultimate unlucky student.

— The hope he ached for was suddenly missing when he looked into your eyes. That’s when he realized the hope he desperately wanted wasn’t the talent, but you.

But what do you know? He’s just a man obsessed with hope, and you despised it.

—

You groaned at the suns vibrance as it blinded your eyes. Almost with instinct you pick up your hand covering the sun. Where were you? An island? How? It was too many questions that only made your head hurt. Before getting the chance to even grasp what was happening you suddenly felt an object in your pocket, you couldn’t recognize it as your belonging. But it spoke for its self. “Get all the hope fragments from your classmates to continue this trip!”

My classmates! The last place you were at was school. It made you realize, at least you weren’t alone here.

But it was weird.. you couldn’t remember them. And you had to be just as useless too. Ultimate Unlucky student? It was—

You felt a sudden gasp leave your lips as your body hit the soft milky sand. You would’ve just screamed if your face wasn’t flat on the ground. You swayed your head to remove the remaining particles left on your face before turning to your feet. It was your white shoe lace that laid on the ground. Huh. -Was I lucky enough it wasn’t on the cement?- it was weird to have a sudden touch of hope. But it didn’t last with your situation, stomach first on the ground while you awkwardly turned behind you.

You quickly picked yourself up from the ground. Your cloths were nothing flashy at that so there was no need to worry about all the sand that covered you. What did you expect with your luck anyway. You finished the now tied shoelace, wondering where to go now.

“Ah- Hello!” You flipped your head to a voice, what you saw was a pale skinny man that was slowly walking towards you. His hair was messy, tall, and questionable fashion choice. But you couldn’t talk, you didn’t look any better.

You slowly waved. “Hello..” It came to you, friendship fragments!— or whatever it was. You two must be the first ones awake from the island.. on this side at least.

“I don’t mean to disturb you with my presence” He murmured having a guilty look smeared on his face. “—but the names nagito komeada” He continued. “Ultimate Lucky Student”

“Hm..?” You say in disbelief. You tried to keep a poker face but it didn’t matter. Nagito already knew, Your body language said it all.

“Is something wrong? Im sorry if it was me—“

“No!.. it’s just.. nevermind. The name is Y/n L/n. Ultimate unlucky student” Your shock easily became relatable to him after those words.

“Unlucky?” He questioned. A awkward silence filled our throats. It was almost like tension “Hah.. what do I even say? I’m lucky to meet you” He had a sudden look that you couldn’t picture, but it quickly disappeared once he looked into your eyes.

For some reason- no it was obvious that you were being weirded the fuck out. “How can you say that? At least you have good purpose. I’m just here so people can feel better about themselves” You said with a faint laugh.

“But your such wonder can’t go to waste. It’s.. hopeful“

“Oh really?” He just nodded while looking to the side. For some you guys lacked the need to talk, it was probably circumstance that made you guys want to explore more. “It was nice meeting you.” You murmured watching him slowly walk away after those words.

“It was nice seeing another person.. bye y/n” he last said before disappearing. I felt a beep in my pocket. One friendship fragment obtained.

You rolled your eyes before turning back to the water, it was beauty if you had to be honest. If you were gonna be trapped at least it could be something you can even slightly enjoy with your luck, which was none.

“God damn it.. what is up with me?” You say tugging at a strand of hair, you start waking down the beach to clear your mind. But he was lingering in your head. For starts you knew he was much more than just a smiley man. He was weird enough already, so what could be making you so interested?

“Hope.” You say looking at the ground. That’s the first word you can think of when it was him. You want to know him. Why were you desperate?

You tried to relax your body on a tree to daze off, but instead you were threatened with a coconut falling on your head. “Ow- fuck!”

— NAGITO POV

Hope. It was all I thought about. it’s all this island really means to me. “Hmm..”

Unlucky student. For some reason I had a hard time understanding that talent. But it didn’t lack what I craved. Especially since all I yearned for is the hope that it can spread—! ..maybe she would understand.. maybe.

For some reason she itched more than the fact I was trapped here. Would our talents balance each other? I looked up again remembering the clear unreal environment surrounding me, but there was something in my gaze.

A person? I walked up seeing a dazed brown haired man laying on the sand. “Hello..?”

—TIME SKIP first night (Y/n POV )

What I thought was gonna be a silent fun experience, a trip with people I can.. somewhat relate too, turned into my biggest nightmare. How can I trust them after learning the fact they can kill me? Was it my luck? It only made my head throb. And laying in this bed didn’t help. I looked around my room as a plush caught my eye, that damn bear.

Maybe a walk could help. What am I thinking? My bad luck, going out into a place where anyone can murder me..? I did the opposite of what I should do, Listen to my gut.

I jumped off the bed throwing on a jacket and started to slowly open the door.

It was well cared of and was noiseless from all the other times I used it. So why now!? A loud creak echoed from the door once I silently nudged it open. It made me take a pause, I was too dazed to give up now. I tip-toed off the deck, walking towards the dining room. It was a relaxing feeling that I could remember from when I first woke up, when things were normal.

Normal. Monokuma I swear once I leave this place—

I was awoken from my daze when a voice was behind me.

“What are you doing outside the cabin?” I jumped suddenly having instincts. I quickly went into the self defense positions Akane taught me, but I felt my arms fall gently down to my sides realizing who it was. He kept his distance being full aware of the situation. Of course it was him, him and his luck finding me too.

“Do you plan to kill me Nagito? I didn’t expect anyone else to be out following me.” I mumble, but loud enough for him to hear. He laughed facing the ground.

“Trust me, I didn’t follow you. And who knows.. you can kill me just as much. Not that I would mind-“

“Trust is a strong word, you know that the most.” I say, but in the moment of silence I started to ease up myself. “And It would be too risky anyway.” Nagito hummed enjoying your way of thinking. I slowly watched him walk off to flicker up lights I didn’t know existed, it helped me take a better look at him.

“So.. why are you out here?” He asked “Not that I deserve to know..”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He took a glance at you but shrugged. He didn’t seem like someone to pressure anyone. “..but I just wanted to take a walk to cool my mind from the situation”

“I guess I could say the same thing” He hushed. We took a few minutes of silence together before he broke it. “It’s crazy..” I perked my head at him, listening. “The ultimates have to work together needing hope if whether or not they can trust eachother. It’s so..”

His eyes.. it’s the same eyes from the first time. “—So absurd.” I say breaking his trance of thinking.

“Ah.. I’m sorry. I got too relaxed” I nodded gently, about to take a step towards him. These damn shoe laces— I felt my body trip to the harsh wooden floor board that created a huge bang noise. Would that bear care if I’m here?

I took a pause grasping the situation before quickly standing up. I brushed my elbows that took most of the fall. “Pfft..” I heard silent laughter next to me. I huffed turning away.

“I don’t wanna hear it..” I mumble bitting my cheek.

“I’m sorry! I really am” That didn’t help at all since I could still hear his muffled laughter. But.. it made me laugh as well ..and this time it was real from him. Not that facaded smile he always showed off.

Once it died down we both took a seat. “I never thought I would be here with you” I say wanting to enjoy the “normal” demeanor I got from him.

“I feel the same! Graced in your presence.” ..that’s a weird way to respond but I guess we’re getting somewhere.

“Did you rely on luck to find me?” I asked. It honestly had him startled with how off topic it was. “Or maybe I’m stupid.”

“I wouldn’t underestimate someone so hopeful like you—“ I’m usually a composed person, but sometimes I lose myself from my mind.

“Why do you talk like that? Like I’m some.. some.. I don’t know! I’m not anyone special” I say, but it sounded more damanding than the truth. “It’s just frustrating sometimes”

That’s when it hit me. Why am I suddenly attacking him? “-Sorry.” I gasp rubbing my palms. “The situation is getting to me” I try to excuse myself back to my room but I felt a hand leech on to my arm. Normally, I would instantly pull myself away. But for some reason I wanted to listen.

“I can’t do anything with how I see things. But trust me— If you even can.. your like a friend” I was too flushed to really try and identify if whether or not he was telling the truth. But I stayed. Was this a feeling of trust? His hand slowly slid down to mine. I didn’t know if I should pull away.

“Do you really even want to even be near me with my luck?” I say looking down to him gently holding my hand.

“I thought it was my job to degrade myself.” I gave him a silent look. “..haha.”

“Your funny you know?”

“Am I?” I couldn’t tell if it was a mutual feeling but I enjoyed being here.

“Ok ok.. now let go of me funny guy—“

“APUPUPU! What are you doing my students! Back to the cabins, I’m getting tired of this monkey business..” We both jumped back from Monokumas sudden appearance. My mouth gaped at him while Nagito had a nonchalant look as if this happens everyday. “Your lucky it’s the first day! Don’t let me catch you again unless you really want to be killed!.. can’t even leave them unsupervised for even a minute” Monokuma murmured the last part to himself.

I know it was meant to be a threat but it was funny coming from a small bear. We turned to each other muffling our laughter. Nagito stood up from the table following me down the stairs, we didn’t split ways till reaching the cabins. “It’s supposed to be an island of despair.. but this was pretty fun Y/n.”

“I can say the same.” We both took a final look before heading our opposite directions. He was.. definitely someone I could remember. I almost forget about my own talent. After stepping into my cabin I threw my shoes by the door and went to unzip my sweater. “Hmp.. why.. won’t.. you..!” I say struggling to pull it down. Did it jam!?

TIME SKIP day of the party.

It was spotless, cleared, and even prepared for the occasion Byakuya planned. It was good to trust nagito. But it still lingered in my head, how was it him the one that lost? When I’m the ultimate unlucky student? It almost made me feel unsure how “ultimately lucky” he is.

But in his defense it was a awkward position between me and nagito. There was only a stick left while everyone else grabbed their own. In his words, out of guilt he decided to take it for me. By now I’ve forgotten the whole mess but decided to enjoy what was in front of me.

I said a simple hello to the girl at the front door, her name is chiaki nanami. She was the person you could never hate. We shared a simple conversation before I finally walked in.

“WELCOMEE!!” A energetic girl screamed out for me. I just silently laughed before waving back. After looking around the main room I noticed everyone else was here already, but fuyuhiko. I started greeting the others finally getting the chance to talk and interact with everyone a little bit more.

“Haha! Nice to meet you twig!” The coach cheered in delight, his sidekick agreed next to him.

“..nice to meet you too..!” I murmured trying to decide if that was a compliment or not.  Their names were Nekomaru and Akane, there was a lot of things to thank them for but I left them to their.. moment. They both seemed out of it, probably hungry?

“Your pretty lucky for once” I heard peko murmur behind me. Well that’s not a thing I usually hear.

“How come?”

“There was a situation about dangerous weapons being in the food, skewers to be exact. It just made a huge ruckus”

“Really?” I gasped, but realized exactly why that would happen. “I mean coming from byakuya I guess he would be worried about every chance of death” I last say before watching her walk away.

..

“My dark devas sense it coming from.. you!!!” I heard from the distance, I turned my head seeing Gundham point towards me.

“W-What?”

“Oh shut it dude! It’s just a woman! Are you scared of them or something?” Kazuichi scoffed trying to scold him. Huh.. thanks—

“Maybe gundham is speaking truth!” A blonde princess said behind him. Really!? You too? ..for once thanks kazuichi—

“Ah- miss Sonia!? Your right! She’s been giving weird vibes” ok, nevermimd mind then.

“Not like that! Hmp.. she’s a wonderful girl. If you were listening to what we were saying, it was about who was most likely to be a princess!” Gundham and her laughed together.

“O-Oh..” Kazuichi begged on his knees for forgiveness. “I’m sorry miss Sonia!”

I loved them really. Gundham was a fun guy to be with, kazuichi was easily a relatable person, and Sonia just really had the heart of someone to a throne. But what just happened.

“Ew-! Stay away pig barf!” The dancer groaned on the side talking to the doctor. Mikan cried in response walking away from her. Some people aren’t as nice.

I suddenly heard the room get loud when we were finally allowed to eat from the one and only Teru Teru, I will say he is quite.. weird.. but his food never disappoints. I looked around already seeing people shove their face in it, like Akane who is now thriving after some food.

I only laughed about to grab a plate of my own but I soon guessed a familiar presence behind me. It was Nagito and hajime. They both slowly walked in with a laugh before splitting up around the room. I couldn’t help but find myself staring at—

“Care to eat? Can’t have you starving” Nagito said. He lightly laughed at my face, I didn’t expect him to walk towards me first.. I just rolled my eyes in response before grabbing a plate for me and him. After walking around a bit, we slowly found ourselves to the near back of the room after he grabbed his own beverage. I took one bite and my whole word suddenly lit up. “Good, Right?” He asked.

“Amazing.” I grin, still taking my time consuming what was on my plate. He also took a small bite before turning back to me.

“Wow.. I didn’t expect anything less from Teru Teru!” I just laughed at his expression. We ate in silence together, and it was peaceful. Seeing everyone have fun, eating, interacting, It was like a dream. A reassurance that I’m one of their classmates— “I should’ve said it before but you look pretty” I almost choked on my food from his words. is this really a dream? I punched my throat, forcing the food down before looking up at him eye to eye.

“Why did you say that so suddenly?.. I always look like this.” I question, raising a teasing eyebrow at him.

“Just thought you’d like to know” I felt my face go hot. What is up with him? Since when did he start saying stuff like this!?

I mumbled some words trying to avoid the fact he was looking at me. “If we’re doing that then you look—“

*BEEP BEEP*

“..what was that?” I last say before everything in my vision turned into pitch black. The lights went out..?

I heard people yell out in response trying to identify who and what was around the room. Doing the same, I grabbed on to the table to try and move around in the dark. But instead the cloth slipped out of hand making me trip. “O-Ow!” I groaned also feeling a plate of food fall on top me, probably making a mess. Where was nagito..? Wasn’t he just right next to me.. I assumed the best that he was trying to walk around. I jumped up from the floor with adrenaline, I couldn’t tell what was happening anymore. It was only foot steps and voices.

The lump in my throat grew bigger, what if— I shook my head, there’s no way.. we’re classmates. Why would someone do such a thing? “Is everyone alright?” I tried to say. Am I stupid? Why would anyone be ok!?

But suddenly, the darkness disappeared. My eye twitched at the suddenly light but it was a lot better than darkness. I looked around and saw..

“M-Mikan!? Why are you..” I hush turning my head away from her erotic pose. Everyone else felt the same as Sonia finally helping her out. We gathered up in a circle, finally seeing Nagito. I’ll.. I’ll ask later. They went on about kazuichi and the lights till an actual point stood out. “So we.. don’t know where Byakuya is?” I ask. They looked around and all I got was nods.

We all decided to start looking for him, I mean we had too. He promised to protect us and we had to do the same. I first started with the back, I assumed we would also be someone to start looking for lights. “You think he was murdered?” I recognize that raspy voice, and sometimes I wish I didn’t.

“No.” I say with ease. He smiled at my response and internally decided to join my investigation. Although it meant nothing since personally, I’m not good at this type of stuff.. before we could continue room by room we heard everyone call for us. Quickly we ran over seeing everyone’s gaze on one table. I felt my entire world crash smelling the blood. Was I gonna vomit?

I turned my head away covering my mouth hearing the screams after seeing a dead body. I felt my eye Dilate trying to force myself to look, I had to be useful.. I didn’t.. wanna be there for no reason. Turning my head around I felt a cold hand reach the top of my fingers. I knew who it was, and I didn’t bother to look. With that comfort I brought myself to look. God. I’ll miss him. I can’t let the murderer get away with this.

I wanted to have my own justice monologue in my head but there was one more thing I had to do. “Thanks.” I whisper to him before investigating, who knew that would be on the few last times I will ever see him as a normal person.

TIME SKIP after first trial.

Teru Teru was found guilty for murder, we couldn’t believe it. Until we had to watch his merciless execution that felt like hours. It only made the room go into panic, despair. It showed how serious this game really was. But I only had one thought throughout the trial. Nagito komeada, the man I thought I could most relate too.

I held on to my chest while my throat tighten. Was the man in front of me.. really Nagito? I should’ve known he was more than just a sweet guy, so why did I still let you get into my head? I tried to look at the person who was willing to kill and sacrifice in the name of hope, it was disgusting. I almost gagged trying to look at him.

“Nagito.. Are you serious?” He was too busy in his own daze before realizing who took notice into him. He only shared a cheeky smile.

“It had to be done, if only it was me that really did it.. but I enjoyed our time together. I hope you understand—“

“Understand what!? That your fucking crazy! For once I really thought I found someone to— to trust..” I started to let my emotions take over my voice. I tried to keep my mouth shut since it didn’t seem to mean anything to him.

But the more I tried to kept silent, it just made me even more pissed off. How could he not feel guilty for toying with me like I was just some stepping stone? Holding my hand? Comforting me? I should’ve left the dining room before ever feeling his hand on mine. He kept on taking and talking.. I just wanted too—

“I hate you so.. so much if it even mattered anymore. Don’t ever touch me again you damn scum” I say before storming out. I could hear Sonia’s voice calling after me but everyone else knew there was no point. Even so I could care less about what happened to him with the rest of the group, either it be death or trapping him in a room.

“As long as I don’t have to see his pathetic face” I mumble to myself trying to stop my face from crying, I couldn’t let him get any satisfaction. But I knew I was going too anyway. The liquid substance falling from my eye proved it. I wiped it off before fidgeting with my sweater. All I knew is i wanted to stab my pillow with every single fiber of my body for even having the thought of trusting him.

When I finally met my room I slammed the door shut and locked it for my own sake. I’ve never wanted to go to sleep so bad. I laid myself on the bed while shoving my head into the pillow on the verge of screaming with tears falling down my now rosy cheek. I still found a way to fall asleep, but with the nightmare of waking up.

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AUTHORS NOTE: this was wow. WOWWOWW :v Also pt 2 is coming!! but don’t expect it to be quick :c this alone took me 4 days.. I will take suggestions for any character interactions (since the plan was to only show Nagito but I love everyone else too much) and any requested parts to the story! Like a free time event between you and him. ANYWAYSS hoped you enjoyed this!

#x reader #dangonronpa #danganronpa x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito x reader #fem reader #dr2 #goodbye despair #hajime hinata #kazuichi souda #sonia nevermind #dr2 goodbye despair #dr2 nagito #danganronpa nagito #ultimate lucky student

[yukinarinn]

My pleasure, Our pleasure~!

Yandere!Dom!Nagito Komaeda x Fem!Reader

My birthday was a few days ago and I wanted this to write as a gift for myself because I love Nagito, like I’m obsessed with this man!! especially the yandere version of him :))

I’m so embarrased to post this knowing a specific person will read it.

cw: NSFW, bdsm, romantic rejection, degrading (himself, but mostly the reader skskskdjxj) (slight) praise, teasing a lot, handcuffs, submission, domination, consensual non consent, sex toys, rough sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dry humping, fingering

You slowly woke up, prepared to move your body but something didn’t let you do it. You realize that you were in a strange room, in fact, a basement. It wasn’t that dusty but not that clean either.

“A basement…?” you mumble to yourself.

The basement was empty, though. And only you were here, noticing that you’ve been tied to a chair. Then, you started panicking and struggle, trying to escape somehow.

You didn’t even know why was this happening in the first place, and why you’re here, and not home already. And who exactly kidnapped you, you didn’t know this either.

You didn’t cry, you didn’t scream, you didn’t nothing. Since you’re tied now, you can’t do anything about it and acting like some cringy kid won’t help in this kind of situation, you still don’t have an idea who’s the person that kidnapped you.

In the next second, the basement’s door opened slowly and your thoughts faded away as soon as you saw no one else than.. Nagito Komaeda, your classmate. And also your deskmate since he went so crazy about it wanting to sit next to you all the time.

Once you saw him, you tried to look like you’re still sleeping so you closed your eyes, thinking if he’ll leave this way. But no, he comes closer to you and you could feel that his eyes are fixated on you.

“No need to fake anything, you know? I know you’re not sleeping” He said, and he seemed tired of this bullshit for months. You didn’t wonder why, though. But you weren’t going to talk about it again and again.

You opened your eyes, and dared to look at him. He was smiling, and he looked innocent, like usual. Then why are you here? you knew he was a creep, your classmates say this all the time but, you always tried to look at him in a way nobody looked, but always failed.

“Happy birthday, y/n!” He chuckles innocently at the thought of you being with him when it’s your birthday, and only with him.

“Stop being a total freak and tell me who brought me here!” you had some courage to tell him that, tho. You weren’t scared of him, he wasn’t capable of doing anything so harsh, after all.

On the other side, Nagito’s expression darkened as he’s lifting your chin up with his delicate finger, forcing you to look at him. He looked mad and somehow sad, you really couldn’t tell what he was feeling at the moment.

“Not even a “thank you” or something? trash like me doesn’t even deserve your kindness, but it’s just too much already..” Nagito mumbled those words more for him rather than letting you heard them too, but you did anyways and you were confused. Not confused enough to stay silent and not do anything about it though.

“Who brought me here, Komaeda?” you called him by his last name, just because your blood started to boil inside you. But he got more excited about what’s happening because of it.

“Hearing my last name coming from your sweet lips…” He says as he gets closer to your face, touching your bottom lip gently, and biting his own. “But that’s not enough, darling. Please.. call me Nagito” He seemed so submissive when it came to you, so you definitely weren’t scared of him anymore after literally begging you to say his names.

“Shut your mouth and tell me who the fuck is that bitch that kidnapped me?” you almost yelled at him.

Nagito got up, with a serious look on his face this time, admiring you entirely with his hands in his pockets. You looked at him disgusted and even trying to look somewhere else.

“Degrading your future boyfriend, huh? that bitch is me.” He gave you a smirk seeing how your attitude changing back to normal. If that’s the case, you started to panick again. But you only know that Nagito who’s talking about hope all day, what happened to him?

You looked at him without saying anything else, waiting for him to say something more. Your legs were shaking and started struggling of escaping again, he noticed and touched your thigh.

“Those legs should’ve been shaking because of me, not because you’re scared” He looked right into your eyes while saying this, his soft voice deepening. Was he trying to be dominant now? How funny.

You were biting your bottom lip, scared of what he would do to you if you said something wrong, actually. So you just looked down, hoping he’ll let you free.

“Why aren’t you feeling guilty? because of you, you’re here! and because of you, I am like this. A freak, a totally creep and a weirdo, how y’all are used to say.” He squeezes your thigh, making you look directly into his green eyes but you didn’t make any.. lewd sound.

“Guilty because of what..?” you asked not knowing what he’s talking about. Nagito bursts into laughing, going insane like usual. You weren’t surprised, but in this case, your classmates aren’t here to protect you from his insanity.

“Haha.. so fucking pathetic! rejecting me months ago and you don’t feel guilt like at all?” He rolled his eyes and you could tell he was really bothered and mad.

“That’s because our classmates always thought you’re a creep!” you responded, but this answer didn’t make any sense. Rejecting him was the best choice tho, since you got to see the other side of him just now.

“Fuck our classmates! I know it’s not about them. It’s just that you’re one of them saying all these bullshits about me!” He shouted and grabbing you by your shoulders. “I’m gonna untie you, and show you how much I love and care about you, okay? After all, this could be a gift for your birthday.” he unties your arms and legs, making sure you won’t run and grabs your right hand, leaving the basement.

“L-Leave me alone, Nagito! don’t you even know about boundaries?!” you shouted at him which made him smirk as he opens his door’s room, and quickly, he pushes you to the bed.

“I don’t even care anymore if you want this or not, I’ll just do what I always wanted to do to you.” He responded simple, and having fantasies with you once again, seeing you so vulnerable in his bed for the first time. With your legs almost open.

He wanted to get on top of you, and slowly his innocent smile and full of excitement disappeared once you slapped him hard.

“Don’t even try to touch me.” You told him, but he touched the red spot and smirked, going to his closet to get some handcuffs and something else.. which you supposed that was a vibrator. Your eyes widened as Nagito throw the vibrator around the bed and he puts your hands above your head, while using the handcuffs to actually tie you. At least the handcuffs were fluffy and not some real ones that can make your wrist bloody and sore later. Nagito then moves your panties to the side, since you wear only a short skirt. That was his luck.

“Nagito.. please, don’t..” you begged him, your eyes almost start crying for help.

“I’m sorry, but that wouldn’t happen. I’ll make sure that it’ll be pleasurable for you, too” He said, and then his middle finger moves right to your clit, you whined, trying to control yourself from making any sounds that can give him pleasure.

Nagito began rubbing your clit slowly, while looking at you lustfully and also trying to get a pretty cute reaction from you.

“Why aren’t you moaning? just do it if you want to” He said and rubs your clit faster than before, making you biting your lip and squeezing the blanket. He obviously notices it and thrusts one finger into your pussy all of a sudden.

“Ah~ N-no.. that wasn’t-“ you moaned which made him chuckle at the cute sound you made.

“I know you like it, now, be a good slut for me and take it!” He teases, fingering you harder and going even deeper.

You moaned softly because of his sudden degradation, you couldn’t lie. You kinda liked him degrade you, and also fucking you only with his fingers.

He thrusts another finger into you, hitting your g-spot with both of them, making your legs beg for more friction.

“A-aah.. N-Nagito.. I want m-more~” You begged. You couldn’t think straight anymore. The freak that you hated and tried to avoid all this time, and now, being a totally worthless slut under him.

“More, huh? Call me master and maybe I will” He smirked, and literally stopping from moving his fingers inside of you. Even though you hated him for his teasing now, you wanted exactly what he wanted after all.

“Mh.. M-master.. please, give me more and d-don’t stop!~” you pathetically begged for his touch right now. Then, because Nagito can be nice too, he starts thrusting his fingers into you again, stretching you out and hitting all the right spots.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit slutty to want to fuck this badly with the guy that you rejected?” He asked, still fingering you, and making you roll your eyes in pleasure. “Heh, doesn’t even matter. Do you belong to me and only me, or you just want to fuck around like a dirty little slut you are?”

The pleasure was intense, and you couldn’t speak anymore due to him fucking you so roughly, feeling him going deeper and deeper, helping you to reach your first orgasm.

“I- Agh! I b-belong to you and only you..” you said desperately and moaning louder as he thrusts another finger into your soaked and wet pussy. “P-please.. don’t stop, I-I’ll do anything for this to last~”

“What a slut.” That’s all he said, knowing you’re close to your climax as his fingers fucked you faster. “I’m not going to let you cum, darling”

“Please.. please, I’m so close- y-you can’t stop!” you moaned loudly and were so close to your orgasm, and he stopped, pulling his fingers out.

Nagito laughed instead, grabbing the vibrator and putting it at your entrance. Your entire body was shaking, moving your hips for some friction. He introduces the vibrator inside you carefully to not hurt you that much, yet.

You whined.

“I promise I’ll let you cum this time! just.. be a good girl and listen to me.” He began thrusting the vibrator in and out as you arched your back in pleasure, groaning softly. “Use your words, sweetie.”

“Y-yes! I-I listen to you.. M-Master!~” you tried to speak, he was aware that you can’t properly talk anymore. But Nagito won’t stop the teasing any sooner.

And to make the things more interesting, he actually turned the vibrator on with its remote control, vibrating and moving inside your walls. You moan at the amazing feeling, wanting to run your hands through his hair, but the handcuffs stopped you.

At the same time, the vibrator could move all alone inside you, but Nagito was also thrusting it in and out roughly, enough for a loud moan to escape from your mouth once again, screaming his name pathetically.

You’re close to your orgasm again, hoping he’ll let you cum this time. You arched your back, wanting to wrap your arms around his back since he was over you. But again, you couldn’t.

“F-fuck.. I’m so close! Nagito, please, let me cum!” You screamed, he only chuckled and thrusted the vibrator once again and you cum all over it, moaning his name.

He pulled out the vibrator and turned it off as you slowly came down from your high, breathing heavily. Forcing yourself to get up from the bed, but Nagito quickly grabs you by your hand and pulls you on his lap, now you were making eye contact with him.

“H-huh?? but I gave you-“

“You gave me shit! I want more from you, after all, you’re mine and I won’t let you escape either.” He whispers into your ear seductively, his mouth moving straight to your neck and attack it with soft bites and kisses and you could feel his clothed dick already hard which made you groan. “Ride me.” Nagito said while releasing you from the handcuffs.

You didn’t really want to, but at this point, Nagito was so attractive in your eyes and you start grinding him without even realizing, finally running your hands through his hair and moving your hips back and forth, driving him crazy.

“Fuck! I didn’t know you’re so good at it~” He breathes heavily into your neck and you moan softly at the hot breath, plus, feeling his erection growing even harder than before didn’t help.

“Nagito~” you moan his name, as he bucks his hips into you, feeling your heat between your legs grown. Involuntarily grinding against him as well. If you weren’t that horny, maybe you wouldn’t accept his offer but you couldn’t lie, he was good at what he was doing.

He takes your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him once again. You could literally see what he’s feeling by just looking at his expression. He felt exactly what you felt. Lust, and love..

You blush hard and ruined the eye contact with him, making him chuckle. Then he began grinding into you quicker and harder, causing you to literally sob of how much pleasure and pressure between your legs can feel.

“This was- ghah! supposed to be a punishment for not liking me back.. but- nggh!~” He groans as you’re grinding into him harder making his dick throb in his pants. “You seem to enjoy it a lot~”

Nagito smacks your ass and caught you off-guard, surprised that he would do something like that. Only to make you moan and cover your mouth with your hands.

“N-Nagito!~” you groaned as he smacked your ass twice, grinding against you faster, feeling your own fluids start to soak up your underwear already, you were close again. He bucks his hips into you harder, his clothed dick making contact with your wet pussy, you throw your head back. And he got the opportunity to lick your neck and biting it roughly causing you to moan louder.

“I-I’m so close.. Ngh!~” you bite your lip, coming closer to Nagito’s face, having the urge to kiss him.

“Y-you better be, cause next time I won’t let you cum this easily.” He said as he jerked his hips into yours one more time, making you scream his name again and again as you were cumming. You made a bad choice, realizing that you literally came all over his pants and made a mess.

You breath heavily, slowly coming down to your high but not for too long as Nagito, even though he was tired as you were, pushes you to the bed, looking at you with lustful eyes.

“I’m.. gonna take a condom and do something else in the living room, alright, y/n?” This time he was polite and nice, like how he is around your classmates. With a slight blush on his face, he left the room. You simply nodded, swearing in your mind why the fuck don’t you try to leave his house already.

As Nagito left his room for a few minutes, you were waiting for him in his bed. He made you feel good, you thought that’s why you didn’t want to leave him. After all, if you were considering your own feelings and not others’, Nagito is attractive and hot. Surprisingly for you, even the thought of him is arousing right now.

You suddenly heard your favorite song playing in living room, you started to shake, this song was your favorite indeed, but at the same time, it reminds you of your past and for surely it’s not a good feeling. So that’s what Nagito wanted to do in the living room.

“This song..” You mumbled and your eyes widened as Nagito came back to you, smiling like an asshole.

“It’ll gonna play Tag You’re It while I’m on top of you, isn’t that amazing and hopeful, y/n?” He smirked and hugged himself.

“Well fuck you too!” You shouted.

He knows everything about you, even what song you love the most. You should’ve stayed away from him. You also knew it wasn’t a good idea to insult him since Nagito is looking at you now, and he’s mad.

“How ungrateful you are. Fingering you to the point you were begging me to finish you off, and now you’re insulting me? Fuck that!” Nagito took off his green jacket and his white shirt, revealing his abs. You were surprised that he actually had abs. Oh and the noticeable wide shoulders and the sickly pale skin.. you were melting.

Nagito on the other hand as mad as he still was, he also took off his pants and boxers and rolled the condom on his dick, you were trying to look at something else since it was too much for you to handle, but he suddenly gets on top of you, pushing you harder to the bed and pressing his lips to your neck. You groaned as he was biting it and leaving marks.

Your eyes widened as he was teasing your entrance with his dick’s tip. Your legs starting to shake at the unknown feeling. You were already feeling the pain even though he’s still at your entrance, you weren’t ready.. but something made you want this at the same time.

Could be just his looks? or something else that you find attractive about him? you didn’t know either.

Nagito thrusted into you slowly while looking into your eyes, you were so embarrased to look at him as you moaned, feeling the pain and wraping your hands around his back. Tears coming up from your eyes.

“It seems like you’re a virgin, how lucky I am!” He said excited, he started to get into it even more than before since he just figured out it’s your first time.

In this case Nagito slids his dick into you in and out but carefully not to hurt you so you can adjust with his size, you were getting comfortable already and wanted more, but you couldn’t beg him for that and you know that he noticed it.

“Don’t tell me you want more, still acting like a worthless slut who just rejected the guy you get fucked by now?”

You slip out a moan due to him degrading you, and not to talk about his deep voice who made you wetter and wetter, and his dick literally going deeper into you, hitting all the right spots already. Nagito actually gave you want you wanted.

“Moaning because of me degrading you? well in that case, if you want more, you’ll have to beg me.” He comes closer to your ear and whispers into it as his hips slap into yours harder, making your eyes widen and biting your bottom lip.

“Ngh!—“ You squeaked as he grabbed your throat and squeezed it as he was going faster, you were hearing his groans, you knew he was close and you were too.

“L-Look how good you’re eating me out-“

Your walls clenched around him feeling the knot in your stomach, your back arched and burrying your face into his hot neck as you came. Feeling you’re getting down from your high, but Nagito didn’t stop fucking you, it started to hurt the overstimulation and you looked at him in confusion.

“N-Nagito?- This is too much!” you sobbed as he was fucking you faster.

“Shut up, only you are allowed to cum?” You started crying and panicking as the pain felt intense, you tried to push Nagito away but it only made him going harder making you beg him to stop.

“Pl-please, it’s too much- It’s not p-pleasurable anymore!-“ you sobbed, looking at him with your eyes already tired. He was laughing and smacked your ass and grabbed your hips.

“This is called punishment, princess. Now let me finish!”

You desperately moaned as the knot in your stomach came for the second time, eventually he buried his face into your neck as he cums hard into the condom, his high slowly fading away while you breathed heavily.

He pulls out, admiring what he just did to you. You on the other hand, were too exhausted to even try to listen to what he was trying to say. You knew you had to escape from his house, but it wasn’t the right moment to think about this.

And you were also sleepy, hoping he’ll let you sleep at least.

Nagito came next to you and hugged you tightly. You didn’t do anything about it since you felt comfortable and safe in his arms.

“I know, someone disgusting like me shouldn’t touched you. But you’re already mine now.. and once again, happy birthday, y/n~” He whispers.

#danganronpa #danganronpa smut #goodbye despair #nagito x y/n #dr nagito #fem reader #x reader smut #smut #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda #sdr2 goodbye despair #sdr2 nagito

[dangan-yandere-blog]

Can you write nagito x G/n reader who think's very lowly of themselves, even worse than how nagito is.

Of course! I apologize for how long it took to write this. I hope you like it nonetheless! Thank you for requesting and take care <3

-Mod Mikan

yandere nagito with an s/o who thinks lowly of themselves

•Nagito understands how you’re feeling

•No— let’s rephrase that— he just knows what it’s like to feel inferior and so lowly to everyone else around you. He just doesn’t understand why you feel this way

•He knows you can’t really help it— but you? Stunning, intelligent, funny, kind, perfect you?

•He just can’t have you feeling so terrible about yourself

•Nagito will convince himself that it’s the world around you making you feel that way, that it’s your surroundings that make you feel so lowly

•And once he puts that thought into his head, he’s preparing and doing everything he can to take you for himself

•It’s not impulsive, trust him! He takes time to plan and gather materials and also earn your trust

•Once everything had been prepared, he’s immediately putting the plan into action, and before long...

•You’re with him!

•Don’t worry, he’d never hurt you

•In fact, Nagito thinks this will be good for you! If you’re with him every second of the day, someone who loves you oh so much, then surely your thoughts about yourself would change!

•He’s praising you, that’s for certain

•You’ll be tied up against a chair and he’d sit next to you, rambling about all of his favorite things about you

•Your wonderful hair, your beautiful eyes, your pretty lips...

•Your angelic voice, your amazing personality, your perfect taste (music/fashion/food/etc)

•Don’t think he’ll just put up with you denying everything, though

•He’d tape your mouth shut, or if he was feeling nice, would place his hand against your lips so you couldn’t protest a thing

•He just wants you to see yourself the way you see him, really

•He doesn’t believe it’s an easy feat by any means, but you are worth every second

#cw yandere #danganronpa #tw yandere #yandere #yandere cw #yandere imagines #yandere writing #yandere headcanons #yandere boy #yandere x reader #nagito komeada x reader #nagito komaeda #yandere nagito komaeda #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa writing

[starlightshadowsworld]

I'm gonna end up bashing Kirigiri a lot in this one.

I do actually like her I swear but this bit... Nope. So... You've been warned.

You know what really pisses me off about Makoto's trial situation.

It's not even the execution.

Like I get it, you know?

Someone had to die.

And the two most suspicious individuals especially in the trial were Makoto and Kirigiri.

And Makoto was very much protecting Kirigiri and thus dodging the questions.

Which isn't exactly the best strategy, even without Kirigiri throwing him under the bus.

It was rigged by Monokuma.

We're honestly just lucky everyone voted the same person.

I don't like it.

I think it's scummy but so are the rest of the trials.

So I can deal with that.

I can even understand Kirigiri's rather blunt point that she gets Makoto was protecting her.

But that she couldn't bring herself to do the same.

I get it.

Its easy to say you would die for a person you care about but being in that situation is hard.

You can never truly know what you'll do.

And Kirigiri has a lot of self preservation.

So it makes sense to her character she wouldn't.

And she told it to him straight.

Which for Kirigiri, someone who is notorious for hiding things from people.

It's a big step for her to honestly admit her feelings like that.

I respect that.

Does it hurt?

Absolutely but it's the truth, and she owes it to Makoto to give him the truth.

To tell him that yes she did do what she did.

She can't change what happened but she almost lost him, the only person she has left.

And in doing so she realises how important he is to her.

That Kirigiri snuck down here with the hope he had survived, that she would never have forgiven herself if she had caused his death.

Kirigiri was left in a world without Makoto in it and it wasn't a world she wanted to live in.

And so, she's going to protect him too.

Because they are a team, she can't do this without him and so they are going to end this nightmare.

Together.

Except... None of this happens.

Instead of a possible heart touching moment between two survivors.

Even an apology.

Kirigiri says "and not to make excuses but" and tells Makoto that it was very important that she survived.

She's found out her talent, she's the Ultimate Detective.

And so her survival is important as she's the only one to defeat the mastermind.

... And that's when I flipped the table.

This.

This is the bit that just pisses me off.

Because it's not "I could have gotten you killed, my hands were tied in a death game and I made the difficult choice that will haunt me forever."

No.

It comes across as I have to live because my talent is more important than yours.

Thus your survival is not as important as mine.

Which is so incredibly fucked up.

It's basically the Danganronpa equivalent of eugenics.

Your talent is objectively lesser than my talent so you deserve to die so I can live.

I hate this.

I hate this sooo much.

I wasn't even playing I was watching a play through and I wanted to rage quit.

How fucking dare you.

You didn't even know what your talent was for the entire game.

But now you do, somehow now your the most valuable person here?

Like Makoto hadn't been destroying himself. Trying to keep everyone alive.

Basically carrying all the trials on his back.

And she spends the rest of the time talking about her talent and such.

And just wow how did you make Makoto almost dying about you?

That's impressive.

Also, you know who else does something like this.

Someone who finds out the main character has a lesser/no talent and than proceeds to treat them like shit for it?

Nagito.

You know, Nagito the guy everyone whether you love him or hate em can all agree is cuckoo in the coconuts?

That Nagito.

Nagito spends the whole game friendly to Hajime but also extremely hot and cold with him.

Only to learn that Hajime is a reserve course student, thus without talent.

And proceeds to turn a 180 and berate and insult him for it.

And minus that last part, very similiar to Kirigiri.

Even down to the fact both are hiding huge secrets from everyone.

The only real difference is Nagito doesn't see his talent as impressive, but in the face of no talent Hajime?

It's makes him better than him.

It means that Hajime is beneath him.

But when Nagito does it it's fucked and when Kirigiri does it it's cool I guess.

But you know what the icing on the cake is?

Kirigiri is someone who generally keeps a stoic face.

She's unflappable, she's always serious and cool headed.

Gives me the ice queen with a heart of gold vibes.

But in this scene, Kirigiri is smiling.

She's telling Makoto how her life means more than his, and she's smiling.

Now I actually like Kirigiri.

Shocking I know.

I do, I like her and I know she's in Danganronpa 3 and I can't wait to see her in it.

But this?

Fuck this.

Fuck her.

Fuck all of this.

I know the Kirigiri stans are gonna rip me a new one like they do everytime I talk about Makoto's trial.

But I don't care.

And Makoto's a better person than me cos I'd have just sat in the corner of the trial room.

Like oh I thought you were so talented and this was your whole reason for being here.

And you're the only person who can beat the mastermind.

I'm gonna go get actual pain killers and a bed that doesn't come with murderers.

Okay, baiiiii.

You know for someone who's Jin Kirigiri's apparently neglected daughter...

... He sure passed on his fucked up ideology to her.

#Makoto naegi #Danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #super danganronpa goodbye despair #Anti Kyoko Kirigiri #Like very much so #You've been warned

[moongeonight]

A punishment for you!

Summary: Nagito is receiving a punishment for a warrior of hope who suddenly discovers that he is ticklish... It will be a long punishment.

A/N: i will probably make a second part where masaru calls the other warriors of hope and well... RIP nagito. 💀

Update! Part 2 here! ➡️ A punishment for You! Part 2

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So...

how did i get to this situation?

Nagito think while he was tied in a chair with no chance to move, he could barely move his hands and feet.

And in front of him... Was Masaru, one of the warriors of hope who he served as his servant.

Nagito had prepared breakfast which were pancakes but... Apparently the children didn't like them and Masaru said that he would "punish" him for that.

"ookey let's see how this will look on you, stupid servant" masaru said who had a brush in his hand and paint on the other.

Nagito wasn't nervous, actually he was very calm, it would only take a few minutes and then it would be over, at least that's what he wanted to think.

At that moment, Masaru started to paint on Nagito's face writing things like "loser" and making cat whiskers on him.

"hahaha this will make you learn to not poison us with the breakfast" Masaru said still painting his face.

"Um-well I didn't want to poison you..."

"AGH! it's obvious that you wanted to do it! I'm punishing you for something" Masaru actually knew that he didn't want to poison them and he was just a terrible Cook, but he would look for any excuse to mess with him.

While he was painting him he wanted to paint a bit closer to his ears, so he went to that place until suddenly...

"Ahh! Hehehey- watch out!" Nagito said, laughing a little.

"Uh...? Why did you laugh...? And why the nervousness?" Masaru asked with interest.

"Um...I guess I'm a little ticklish that's all." He said still nervously, this was going to take longer than he thought.

"mmh I admit that you are brave saying that to ME and being tied up" Masaru now had a smile full of mischief and with no intention of releasing Nagito soon.

Heh this will be even more fun Masaru thought.

Masaru slowly brought the brush closer and start paint behind his ears again but this time on purpose.

"AhH! Wahait- plehehease dohohon't dohoho thahahat!" He definitely didn't expect his punishment to be like this, but he'll be fine, he can handle a little tickling right?

...

he want to believed that until Masaru added ANOTHER brush behind his ear.

"yeah! Take that servant!"

"ahH ahAhah! NohOhO! Nohohot thEhehere!" It was really bad to feel the soft brushes, despite his ear was not that ticklish, it still made him go crazy

"weeell if you say sooo" and then Masaru stopped which gave nagito a break, but it didn't last long before he moved to his neck.

"HeY! NohOhO HAHAHAHAHA!" Nagito tried to cover his neck but it was impossible.

"wehehe can tahahalk about thihihis? hahahaha!" Nagito tried to negotiate with him, he actually prefer that masaru would hit him.

"HAHA! of course not! I'm your master and I decide how to punish you... Unless of course you want me to bring the others"

Masaru's smile became quite macabre as he starts to tickle him faster, Nagito shuddered at the idea of the others would found about this...

"AH! NOHOHOHO DOHOHON'T TEHEHELL THEM! HAHAHAHA!" Knowing that he was in control of him, Masaru decided to take more advantage of the situation.

"hehe I'm going to propose you a challenge, if you stay quiet for 5 minutes I'll let you go and I won't tell anyone what happened, what do you think servant?" From what he had seen of his servant... he was incredibly ticklish, and he would never win the challenge.

Nagito on the other hand, he was still catching his breath, he knew that it would be very difficult to win that challenge but... he even had a choice?

It was accept it or that masaru called the other warriors of hope and they would gave him a group tickle attack.

I HAVE to win the challenge.

"Okay Masaru I accept the challenge" Nagito said as firmly and calmly as possible.

"HA! Perfect! Just let me bring some things" masaru left for a few minutes and came back with more brushes and also some feathers.

"Very good! The challenge begins... Now!" Masaru started to tickle his neck with a brush and a feather.

"ngh-! Mmhh!" Nagito was doing his best to not laugh and the truth was... That he was doing it very well besides some sounds he had make, his mouth was firmly closed.

"Heh, what? do you think you're rude?, don't you? Let's see if you resist... This!” He stopped using the brushes and used his hands directly on his neck.

"ahH! Nnngghh-! HahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO" It was more than he could bear, now he had lost the challenge...

"HAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE HAHAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOP!" Nagito's face was already with a noticeable pink and he was starting to struggle to breathe.

Masaru realized this and decided to stop... For now.

"Well servant I'm going to give you a little break" Masaru said moving away from Nagito.

"uh... T-thanks for the mercy.." Nagito said clearly relieved.

"yeah enjoy the break... for now, Remember you didn't win the challenge hehe" masaru said leaving the room, he leave nagito in the middle of the room still tied up with his thoughts.

Oh men... they will have no mercy on me right?

#danganronpa #tickling #tickle fic #nagito komaeda #danganronpa tickle #masaru daimon #lee!nagito #sfw tickling community

[cyb3r-st4t]

I Hate You.

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Warnings: This is a hunger fic, if that’s of no interest to you, DNI!!! This Fic contains slight bits of awkwardness, hunger, mentions of starving, and hunger pangs. Please keep yourselves safe! If I miss anything, please let me know!!

POV: Hajime, reluctantly, pays Nagito a visit while he’s stuck in the situation he’s in… only he actually feeds him this time.

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The morning started off as normally as it could given the situation they were all in. Hajime was headed to the restaurant for breakfast when he encountered Mahiru.

“Ah, Hajime! Good morning!” She greeted with a warm, yet, troublesome smile. “How are you?”

“As fine as I can be..?” Hajime responded with a tone of question; he wasn’t sure how he was. Hungry? Tired? Confused? That was about it though. “You seem a little troubled, so, what’s up?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I figured I’d be kind and get Nagito some breakfast since… well… his situation, but he’s being difficult.” She pouted as she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Ah, that sounds about right..” Hajime chuckled awkwardly, “if you want, i can help out?”

Mahiru’s eyes lit up.

“Really? You’d help? Great!!”

She shoved the plate into Hajimes hands and took a few steps back.

“Thanks, you know where he is, I have to go and find Hiyoko! See you around!” With that, Mahiru bolted towards the stairs and disappeared into the area below. Hajime stared in disbelief before averting his eye to the plate in his hands.

“Oh for crying out loud.” He mumbled.

Taking a heavy sigh, Hajime brought himself to begin his walk over to the spot Nagito was left at. During his walk, Hajime did a little bit of math— counting the days.. if not just the hours that they’d left Nagito tied up for.

It all added up to three days.

Blinking in a bit of shock, Hajime could feel his heart ache a little for him.. though— he felt like he shouldn’t care. He knew that having Nagito kept away was the best decision considering many circumstance, but Nagito didn’t deserve to starve because he was a little… worrying. That wasn’t right… but it seems they’ve already neglected that. He felt like he should have paid just a little more attention, but yet, here we were.

Now entering the building, in popped Monomi, waving her arms and shaking her head; moving her small body towards him as if she were shooing him away.

“No, no! You can’t enter here!” She cried, “Not while this place is undergoing its maintenance!”

“Chill out— I’ve only come to bring Nagito breakfast.” Hajime replied.

“Ahh.. so you already know he’s here…” Monomi mumbled, a small shake in her voice.

“Everyone does… now can I please get past? If he starves to death in there, then technically that’s a murder.” Hajime stated.

“Starve?!” Monomi cried before stepping aside. “Okay, okay… make sure he chews his food thoroughly before he swallows..!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Hajime dismissed as he walked past her, staring her down a bit with his peripheral vision.

When met with the doors, he stared at the handles, quite honestly even debating on actually going through with this… maybe he could make Monomi do it— she doesn’t seem like she’d mind.. well.. it doesn’t seem like she can hold a fork either... So maybe not.

A hefty sigh fell from his lips before he finally gathered the courage to open the door and step inside.

Nagito was laid on the floor, hands behind his back and his legs tied together. That sight alone made Hajime’s stomach flip… it did another when Nagito looked over at him, and flashed that smile of his.

“Awe, this time Hajime came to visit trash like me… I’m overjoyed!!” Nagito exclaimed, “Hey, Hajime? Can you help me sit up? I’ve been like this for a while… I’m starting to get uncomfortable.” He complained.

Still only shutting the door behind himself, Hajime stared at Nagito before responding to his request.

“Sit up? Uh… sure.”

“Wow! Thank you so much Hajime!”

“Yeah.. whatever.” Hajime replied beneath a sigh, setting the plate down and stepping closer to Nagito.

Hajime pulled Nagito up, and even helped him over to a nearby wall to help him stay up. Now happily against a wall, Nagito watched as Hajime picked the plate back up, and sat down in front of him.

“Did Mahiru make you come here?” Nagito questioned.

“Hm? Oh, yeah— but I offered to help, so… she didn’t really make me… but she didn’t really leave me with a choice either.” He then set the plate back down in front of him, and scooted it closer to Nagito…….. before he realized the his arms were tied behind his back.

Nagito stared at the plate sat in front of him, and looked back up to Hajime.

“Hey, Hajime. Iffff you couldn’t tell….. I’m in a preeeetty sticky situation here.”

“Mhm. I see that.”

“So…. Can you help me? Pleeeeeease?”

Internally pinching the bridge of his nose, Hajime began to think that maybe if he skipped breakfast this morning… he would have had a more peaceful morning going hungry than doing this— but honestly, he was just doing both. Before he could refuse, the sound of Nagito’s stomach growling caught his attention.

Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…..

Wincing, but playing it off as embarrassment rather than pain, Nagito let out a small chuckle.

“Ha… how truly embarrassing…” He muttered, having to consciously relax his body after realizing he had grown tense.

It took Hajime a second before he actually turned his attention towards the plate again, beginning to tear the toast into smaller, bite sized pieces, and putting a straw into the milk carton rather than figuring everything out the hard way.

“Just tell me when you want to be done, I don’t know how much someone’s body can take after not eating for a while.” Hajime mumbled rather suddenly, still tearing the toast into smaller pieces.

“Huh? You don’t think I can finish it?” Nagito questioned.

“Well.. I know that sometimes when you go too long without eating, your body naturally starts to feel a little sick.. so.. I don’t know. I’m just assuming.”

“Hmm… well.. to think that you care so much about trash like me… I’m so honored!”

Hajime glanced up at Nagito from the toast and honestly….. just stared. Sometimes he wished he could understand the way he thinks, other times.. not so much.

How was he so okay with his situation?

No.. there’s no way he was… how could he be?

“Hey, Hajime?”

“Hm?”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, did I say something?”

“Oh, uh, no.” He then picked up a small piece of toast. “Here, take it.”

Hajime fed the toast to Nagito, who hummed happily as he chewed and swallowed.

Continuing to pick up more pieces and give them to Nagito, it didn’t feel all as dreadful as Hajime had originally thought it was… but it also was at the same time but for a different reason.

The questions he was going to get later was the thing that he wasn’t ready for.

“Why did you do it?” “Do you care for him that much?” “Not even Monomi stopped you??”

As of right now, Nagito was the only one he could semi-comfortably hold longer conversations with… as everyone else— aside from some of the girls— seemed to live in some sort of lala land of their own.

Honestly, it was a little isolating… but he didn’t mind… sometimes.

grrrrrrrrrrr…

Hajime blinked as he was brought back to the now, only to be met with Nagito having tensed up again.

“Sorry… how utterly bothersome once again..”

“Don’t apologize. I didn’t hear anything.” Hajime compromised, before picking up another piece and giving it to Nagito— who happily took it, relaxing his shoulders once more.

..maybe moments like this weren’t too bad. Just quiet… moments that was— anything other than this sometimes became a handful.

Before he knew it, the toast was gone.

Hajime looked down at the plate and tilted his head a bit in surprise.

“Oh.” He then looked back up to Nagito, “Are you still hungry? I can go get you more if you need.”

Nagito smiled and shook his head.

“Wow, you really are thoughtful Hajime! But I think I’m okay, I feel a lot better thanks to you.”

“Hm.. don’t mention it. I didn’t want you dying in here or something.”

“Awe, you thought I’d starve to death in here? Wow… to think you don’t want someone like me to die like the rest of them do… that makes me so happy!”

Hajime looked at him with a confused look… the same one he usually looked at Nagito with.

That silence was soon interrupted though… following up with another rumbling sound.

guuuuuuuu…

Hajime tensed, and Nagito laughed.

“That wasn’t me this time!”

“Whatever it was… I didn’t hear it.”

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#cyb.stat fics #cyb.stat grrrrr… #dangan//ronpa #dangan//ronpa fic #haj//ime #nag//ito #sorry if it makes no sense #brainrot go raaaaa

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Chihiro and Chiaki, two people so different yet so similar. 

Both are geniuses in different forms. Both are rather androgynous in certain ways. Both have the best relationship in small families. And both have heavily doting lovers that can be much for the quiet beans.

“No Mondo, you should move the ribbons higher up!” Shouted Kiyotaka as he carries a box of streamers in. The ex biker leader looked at the rule stricker with curious yet slightly annoyed beautiful eyes. “It’s fine Taka, they don't care anyway.” Across the large room Jataro sits on Nagito’s shoulders as he finishes tying up a set of balloons with a smile. Questioning green eyes stare at the set up as a head tilt, “Maybe we should’ve gotten the blue balloons–” Started Hajime but the white haired lad stops him with a smile, “Chiaki will love the balloons darling. They look like Kirby so I’m sure she’ll love them even more.”

The four adults and the three past Warriors of Hope work like busy bees in a hive with different decorations of many colors for the two special adults in both lives, lovers for one side and in-laws on the other side. As the two birthday people are away for work they all work very hard on the party perfect for any and every birthday they have.

And speaking of the two—

“And that’s the folder complete for the day.”

Chihiro stretched and cracked his back with a soft grunt, his shorter hair being fixed by his hands. He looked to his right at Chiaki yawning and chugging the last drops of her special made coffee, her whole mode relatable for the equally tired adult. The gamer locked eyes for her step-brother and smiles droopily as she stands on her feet, dressed business casual but with a Legend of Zelda tie around her neck and Sailor Moon jewelry attached to her. “Shall we go Chihiro?” The shorter smiles and stands, dressed in a rather cute business casual attire with a cute pair of black shorts over black tights and his white button up tucked in and hugged with a dark green closed waistcoat. “We shall.”

Back at the party location the final touches were completed as guests started to fill in. One side of the room was perfectly measured and balanced of the green gamer aesthetic with a few fountains already working with the chocolate and some type of soda drink in perfect harmony of the sweet and savory snacks and treats on the tables, slowly fading to the soft pinks and blues of the Kirby themed decor equally measured well but also a touch messy but in a way it was still charming, and both tied beautifully as the center of the party was perfectly meshed with a 80’s arcade theme of nostalgia and amusement that’s fun for everyone of all ages as shown with the food and games.

Masaru glanced at the large window and hurried to the others in a happy beaming grin that made his trio of parents so proud as he ran and leapt over the stairway’s bar and skidded to a stop by the snack bar, “The limo is here!” Everyone was quick with last minute touches and putting gifts away before Mondo and Hajime came out at the same time to welcome the two who exit from the long black car.

Mondo was first to welcome the two with a sweet kiss on the head of his partner, while the detective was a bit slower as he hugged his wife close and kissed her nose, causing both of them to scrunch their faces up and giggle. “Welcome home.” They both said, both mildly glaring at the other as if they stole a project idea. The reaction alone caused more laughs. “Thank you Mondo.” Said Chihiro as he bent his way up and pecked a kiss on the tallest cheek. “And thank you Hajime.” Said Chiaki as she steals a kiss on her husband’s mouth by surprise. The group of four walked towards the building, the guides a bit more eager in steps than the smaller ones which earned some soft humorous smiles from the gamers. The second the two entered the building with the doors being held the sweet scent of goodies and the happy smiling face quickly waft them both hard on their feet, instantly sounds of streamers popping and glittering gleams of shine fall onto them are quickly heard and witnessed right at the same time.

#danganronpa #happy birthday baby #fictional character birthday #chihiro fujisaki #chiaki nanami #mondo owada #kiyotaka ishimaru #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #chishimondo #chihiro x mondo #mondo x kiyotaka #chiaki x hajime x nagito #komahinanami #Spotify

[numberoneanika]

Okay, so now that I'm FINALLY done making my DRDT video and am now exporting, I finally have time to make a long-ass post on who I think the killer is most likely to be. There is a very clear opinion in this essay. Be warned, it is a lot of text. This post might be formatted weird, because I copied it from Google Docs. Spoilers for Ch2 Episode 11.

First of all, the evidence. Here is a list: The motive secrets The fish on the playground Tape wrapped around the carousel (likely the grippy tape Rose mentioned) Rope hidden in the carousel Marks near the swingset Red marks on Arei’s wrist Arei’s broken neck Ripped up note in trash Tape in trash, identical to the tape on carousel Water jugs with handles missing Ball of clothes glued together with starch

Broken lights in the playground Apparently there is some difference in the gym, though I can’t find it now. I think someone said some of the weights are moved?

Evidence Discussion Time: Our time of death is probably wrong. The jugs in the trash could be used to keep water around and stored in the minifridge in the gym, thus making the murder able to be committed during nighttime, and the marks on Arei’s wrists look too new to be made last night. Her body was also still moving when we found it, implying it was hanged recently. The note could be fake, for all we know - it’s way less suspicious to put a note in a pocket, which everyone here has, then to rip it up into multiple pieces and throw it in the trash, not to mention more time-efficient. The ball of clothes is oddly, perfectly… circular. Almost like it’s wrapped around something. As far as I know, Charles never mentioned the weight of it, so it could be wrapped around a bowling ball. Or something. More on this soon. Honestly, the fish could turn out to have nothing to do with the murder. Maybe they were just there to help establish the fake time of death. If Arei was hanged normally, then she should’ve died of strangulation. However, her neck is broken instead. Pretty much everyone and their mom has already said this, but it’s most likely that there was a pulley system involving the carousel of some sort that broke her neck. Also, there’s some extra rope tied around the top pole of the swing set (???), which further supports this theory. Also, if the ball of clothes really is wrapped around something like a bowling ball, the killer could’ve used it as the weight in the system. Considering Arei doesn’t seem to have any signs of struggle, it’s possible the killer knocked her out with Rose’s turpentine, which she mentioned she lost. The marks near the swing set could technically disprove this, but it’s not too hard to fake these marks. Not to mention, the scratches could help prove the fake time of death, depending on how long it would take any marks on the floor to disappear.

Okay, it’s time to actually talk about our suspects. I’ll be ranking them from least suspicious to most suspicious, and talk about my top two suspects in more detail.

Literally impossible: Xander, Min, Teruko, Charles Don’t think I have to explain for our former three. Charles has a phobia of dead bodies, not just blood, so I highly doubt he’d be the killer.

Highly unlikely: Eden, Arturo, Veronika, David, Arei Eden: Her being the culprit would only make Teruko’s beliefs in Not Trusting Anyone Ever only get worse. Arturo: Seems like he’ll get character development, sooner or later. Veronika: Seems too obvious, saying weird shit like that she’s excited about the killing game, and just wants to be entertained. David: Just… well, you know. He’s batshit insane and has admitted to the crime, all Nagito-style, so I don’t think it’s him. Probably antagonist, tbh. Arei: See above for hanging and strangulation vs broken neck.

Bit likely: Nico, Rose, Ace Nico: I don’t know particularly why, but they’re just kind of suspicious. I don’t know if they’d risk it, though, considering they were just caught red-handed trying to kill Ace. Rose: Considering the note is probably fake, she could be acting like she’s trying to help, but in actuality, is putting us on the wrong path? I can’t really see it being her, though. Ace: Kind of suspicious, considering he conveniently didn’t catch anything besides Arei confronting David about his secret. But if he was going to kill anyone, it’d probably be Nico.

Somewhat likely: Hu, J Hu: Everyone has been jumping on her, and honestly? Kind of justified. She’s refused to reveal the secret she has, she’s refused to reveal her own secret, and now she’s had that whole… breakdown… thing. She also has an alibi during the fake time of death, which could be intentional planning. Not to mention, she gives major Kirumi Tojo vibes, and you know how that went. She did get new sprites though, and I dunno if they’d kill her off right when she got new clothes. J: She has been JUMPING on everyone vaguely suspicious. Immediately jumped to Arturo being the culprit, then immediately jumping to David being the culprit. At this point like… girl, just keep your mouth shut, pretty please. Arei did do the same exact thing last trial, and she turned out to be innocent, however. Aside from that, she could use Arturo as an alibi, maybe. She has the universal remote, which could help her sneak up on Arei. She’s also on the title card, and she hasn’t had all that much screen time this chapter despite that.

Highest Suspect #2: Levi Look, he’s honestly getting the Hu treatment by the fandom but slightly toned down. But besides that, he is super suspicious. Arei got the murderer secret, and everyone has honestly pretty much narrowed that down to him. To be honest, he probably killed his family or something. He’s strong enough to spin the carousel for the pulley mechanism, and he stated that he was in the laundry room during 7:30 to 10, which could relate to the ball of clothes. He also hasn’t said anything particularly helpful in any way during the trial. However, I don’t know why he’d set up a fake time of death, and then not give himself an alibi during the fake time of death. Dumbass.

Highest Suspect Ever: Whit Look me in the eyes and try to tell me he’s not at least a little suspicious. I won't hold the hanging joke thing against him, as it could just be a case of unlucky phrasing, but it could also be a Celeste case, where he says something he's not supposed to (or it was subconscious). Aside from that, a lot of this evidence seems to point to him. He has an alibi during the fake time of death, and he willingly volunteered to piece together the note, possibly knowing that it would give him an "alibi" for the time of death. He would know where the old clothes were, seeing that he was there when Teruko and Hu got their new clothes. David is most likely being framed by being sent to near the place of the crime, and guess who sent him there?

You guessed it, Whit Young. He's also, like, mad suspicious for behavioral reasons. He claimed Rose's secret when she said she didn't see who owned it and no one came forward to claim it, and didn't seem all that concerned about it. It could just be his gestures vaguely non-concerned nature, but still suspicious. But wait! I can hear you asking. If Whit's the culprit, then why did he deflect the topic when the note was brought up, knowing that it could frame Eden and solidify his alibi? Why did he delay revealing David's secret, knowing that it could frame David as well? Well, dear reader, let me explain. For our first issue, it comes down to Teruko's nature. She's distrusting, blunt, and won't leave any issue that could help solve the murder alone. If Whit was the culprit, he could safely assume that Teruko would eventually get the note out of Eden, so he could derail the topic while knowing it would eventually come up and make his "alibi" and look less suspicious at the same time. For the second issue, it comes down to Whit himself and a key point in his personality: his intuition.

In the first trial and his FTE, he makes a point of saying that he knows things because of his strong intuition. Hell, it's bolded every time he says it. Consider this: what if his intuition had already made him suspect David as not who he said he was, and Whit finding out that the manipulator secret belonged to him and David lying about his secret only solidified this? From the second screenshot, it can be inferred that Whit knows when people are acting. If Whit knew David was lying, being manipulative and trying to cause a murder, then he could frame him, knowing that it would be likely that David would break down and reveal his true colors when accused, only serving to incriminate him further. Another thing: the main reason Whit admits to having David's secret is that Charles realizes he is lying. What if Whit, using his intuition again, is banking on that fact? It's a note situation - he knows it'll be revealed anyway, so he can delay it and make himself look like he's hiding the secret out of concern for David's career. But wait! I can hear you asking again. Whit set off the BDA! He couldn't have set off the BDA if he was the culprit! First, let's talk about Whit and Eden's thoughts on searching the playground. Neither one of them particularly wanted to go. Eden is explained by her probably wanting to prepare herself for seeing Arei's body, or not wanting to believe that Arei is dead. But what about Whit? There's no real explanation as to why he was apprehensive to go in. If my theory is true and he is the culprit, he would probably investigate on the first floor so he doesn't mess up the BDA, but Teruko grabbing him and Eden ruined that. He was less expressive about it than Eden, but he could have been just as worried, if not more. So basically, it’s sheer dumb luck that Teruko grabbed him, but we’ve already seen that one before (Read: Min arriving at the exact time Charles left). Anyway, what I'm trying to get at here is that someone else saw the body before Eden and Teruko. And who would be the most likely to have done that? David Chiem, who's already trying to kill us all. Not to mention, he tried to stop MonoTV from revealing the secrets because Arei was missing.

Considering he probably isn't the culprit, it kind of seems like he knew someone was already dead. The mystery discoverer could also be Veronika, who's already said she just wants to see things be interesting, but I don't know about that.

My only grey areas in this theory are why Whit would want to escape, as this would kill Charles, and the fact that he was kind of friends with Arei. Anyway, I already wrote 9 paragraphs about Whit being the culprit, so if he ends up being innocent, this'll just be embarrassing. Let me know your thoughts.

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #drdt spoilers #drdt theory #arei nageishi #whit young #Levi fontana #kai's multifandom blog #kai's ramblings/obsessions #not tagging everyone i'm not a masochist

[ztarvokronpa]

couldn't help myself but write for my lil chef boy, my lil blorbo, my teddy bear 👉🏻👈🏻 so here, enjoy some boyfriend headcanons! i kinda got too ahead of myself in the despair section so uhhh my bad-

request status... OPEN!

SFW ONLY

headcanons under the cut!

SPOILERS FOR GBD!

Non-Despair AU

when this man becomes your boyfriend, you will never have to cook again... unless you wanna help him in the kitchen, which he will absolutely adore

cooking dates? cooking dates.

very much into pda, loves holding your hand when walking down the halls of hope's peak or giving your cheek a kiss in public

did i mention he's very cuddly? well, he is. he 100% loves to be the little spoon and no one can tell me otherwise.

oh! did i also mention that mama hanamura absolutely adores you??? well she does!! first time teruteru introduced you to her, she gave you a big hug and you two chatted for hours (and she also showed you some baby pics of teruteru, which made him want to be invisible)

and his siblings also love you, his younger sister hangs out with you a lot when you two are trying to have a date or something, much to teruteru's dismay.

definitely shows you off a little bit, something along the lines of "look at my partner! *dreamy sigh* ain't they amazing?" or "my honey did wonderful today, hmhm!!!" all while holding your hand and grinning

his nicknames for you are; honey, cutie, pumpkin, babycakes, baby, sexy, sugar- ok basically anything sweet food related

you are definitely the one who taste tests his new recipes first, to get a "professional opinion" lmao

as for his flirting and dirty jokes with others, he still does them, but not to the extent that he used to, since you're there to ground him.

all in all, he's by far the cutest and possibly best boyfriend you could get and he loves you to bits hehe

Despair AU - Jabberwock Island

super protective of you as soon as the killing game starts, not to mention super clingy

like, if someone dangerous like fuyuhiko even speaks to you, he's immediately by your side, holding your hand/arm tightly with a stern look on his face.

"the fuck's up with him?" "he thinks you'll kill me." "hah! probably, but only if you seriously piss me off."

teruteru didn't like that >:(

during the party he absolutely insisted that you stick with someone safe while he was working in the kitchen, so you stuck with sonia and gundham for the time being.

and then it happened. the blackout murder of 'byakuya togami'

to say you had a bad feeling about this was an understatement as you were investigating

when you were with teruteru, he acted like nothing happened, but you could see right through him

the class trial was harder than you thought.

his reasoning was an accident, that he thought it was nagito instead of 'byakuya'

before his execution began, you hugged and kissed him goodbye before he was dragged away

after it all, you didn't speak or trust anyone

then monomi pops up, sniffling while holding something red.

"i-i managed to salvage this for you... i th-think he'd want you to have it, so here! please, keep it safe with you at all times so he can keep you safe in spirit!" she spoke as she tied it loosely around your neck

his red scarf.

it gave you a little chunk of hope throughout the killing game for a while until you were killed in your sleep by mikan after contracting the despair disease.

you never expected to wake up until you did; a bright light and pressure on your arms alerting your senses.

"ah! they're waking up!"

it wasn't until you heard the familiar voice, you woke up, eyes darting around and landing on...

"hajime?" "ah, good! can you walk? you're the second to last one to awaken. nagito's still sleeping."

what? you thought you were dead. you were... weren't you.

after some explaing while you two walked, you learnt that

"...everyone's a-alive?... you mean-" "there they are! hey, y/n!"

yea, you cried. but you cried even harder when you and teruteru met eyes.

aaaand he's now extra extra clingy. not that you mind, now that you have your precious baby boy back 💕

#ztarvokronpa #teruteru x reader #teruteru hanamura #danganronpa teruteru #sdr2 teruteru #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa

[writer-komaru]

I really liked the concept of a triple relationship with girls. So maybe with Kokichi and Nagito? Amab!reader (and it is desirable that he dominated, I really like your fan fiction, where the reader dominates! ♡♡♡♡♡♡)

And also thank you for your work, you are wonderful!!

Awww thank you so much!! <3 you’re wonderful, too!

Kokichi rolled his eyes, leaning back against the headboard.

“Do you really think you can break me, the ultimate supreme leader? Nishi~ how stupid could could you possibly be?”

“Heheh, you can talk all you want, but I know you’re all bark and no bite.”

You sneakily pull a pair of handcuffs out of your pocket and jump on top of Kokichi.

“Nishinishi~ and what do you think you’re doing?”

“Finally teaching you a lesson. You think your the one in control, able to do whatever you please? No, I’m the one in control. And I’ll do whatever it takes for you to learn that.”

Kokichi stared back at your piercing gaze, finally beginning to realize the situation he’s in. You immediately noticed it and smirked, looking over at the other man next to you, patiently kneeling down and waiting for what you wanted to do next.

“Hey Nagito, lay down on your back for me, okay?”

“Okay!”

Nagito happily situated himself on his back, perpendicular to Kokichi’s tied up body. You straddled Nagito’s waist, leaning down to start sucking at his neck. Nagito gasped and let out a surprised moan. You put your hands on his hips and stuck your knee in between his legs, the sudden pressure causing him to moan out again.

“Aghhh! T-that feels… so good!”

Kokichi’s pants tightened at the sound of his voice. Nagito’s moans of pure ecstasy always got to him in ways he could never explain.

Just as you sucked a fresh, red hickey on his neck, you took yours hands off of his hips and used them instead start unbuckling his belt.

“I bet your dick is already hard and practically begging for me to touch it. Your just so desperate for my touch, aren’t you?”

Nagito nodded rapidly, a crazed smile starched accord his face. His eyes swirled with a feeling of such an extreme attraction for you he felt like he could cum on the spot. Every time your fingers only barely brushed over his bare skin felt electric to this poor touch-depraved boy.

Kokichi could only look on with annoyance as you undressed Nagito until he was completely bare. His eyes lit up as you changed positions, sitting in front of Kokichi and placing Nagito on your lap. Before he could adjust to the new position, he felt your hand wrap around his dick and a fingertip poke at his hole. His face twisted into a lewd expression, moaning out as he arched his back. Even though it was just one finger, he already felt like he was getting the life stretched out of him.

“Ahhh! Hah, I-I’m gonna- Ahh! I’m gonna cum!!”

“Already? Tch tch tch, you can hold it in for me, right?”

Nagito reluctantly nodded his head letting out a small scream as he felt two more fingers enter this ass. Kokichi pulled at his restraints, growing more uncomfortable by the second. He so desperately wanted to touch himself, it was beginning to be the only thing that filled his mind. The schelching noises and moans and begs of Nagito filled his ears. He could hardly focus.

You suddenly pulled your fingers out of him, pushing his hips harshly down on your erect cock. Nagito let out a glass shattering scream, clawing desperately at the bed sheets.

“Hah, hah, I can’t hold it anymore!!~ I’m gonna- gonna!-“

Before Nagito could even finish his sentence, he suddenly came with a loud whine, shooting his cum onto Kokichi’s legs and crotch. Kokichi let out a low whine, his dick twitching him his pants.

“Please… you win, just, please… touch me already… I can’t take it anymore.”

“Hehehhe, that’s what I thought~”

#danganronpa #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa v2 #danganronpa v3 #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #kokichi x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #killing harmony #goodbye despair

[undertale2013]

Heey! I see that you have the requests open, do you have headcanons for Lee nagito please? 🙏

ABSOLUTELY I HAVE SO MANY THAT NEED TO BE SHARED!!

-Lord help this boy

-Nobody ever expected him to be ticklish (for some reason) but he totally is!

-It was definitely first discovered whenever he was tied up, not like he could escape.

-It became a way of keeping him in line. A little jab to the ribs would shut him up real quick.

-Hajime/Izuru, post game, definitely used it against him.

-JUST IMAGINE WHAT THE WARRIORS OF HOPE PUT HIM THROUGH WHEN HE WAS THEIR SERVANT

-Poor guy can’t catch a break.

-Izuru sees tickling Nagito as a source of entertainment. Nagito being tickled to pieces can even amuse Izuru.

-The kids loved to tickle him. Masaru did it the most, but Monaca found the most amusement in it. She loved seeing his hope and despair clash at the same time at their hands.

-Worst spots include his ribs, his thighs (oddly) and his back.

-Very unusual spots, but who’s really surprised by that?

-He’s a very unusual guy.

-Tickling also helps him come out of Hope/despair spirals. A nice, gentle way to get him to be a bit calmer.

-Sleepy tickles work so well on him. Just trace his back while he’s falling asleep and he will melt into your hand unknowingly.

-His favorite lers are definitely Izuru and Hajime, even if he isn’t a fan of being tickled. Izuru is more gentle with him, as he often underestimates his own strength, but Hajime is a bit less gentle.

-He hates being tickled by the kids, they’re cruel and won’t stop even when he begs for mercy. Especially when they gang up on him, having 8 hands tickling you all at once can definitely be overwhelming!

Thank you so much for the ask! This was a blast writing!

#danganronpa tickle #lee!nagito