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bonkers-4-hatter · 3 years

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⇸ TW (Again): This fanfic has mentions of kidnapping, violence, assault, choking, strangulation, forced kissing, forcing self onto the reader at certain points and of course, Yandere themes and actions.

⇸ If any of the above does trigger you, please do not read. All characters are 18+ as mentions of everyone attending college are in the story.

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Nagisa was your first real friend.

Actually, he was the first person to actually talk to you at all when you came to Iwatobi. Being a foreigner it made a lot of the students steer away from you, but Nagisa never made you feel that way. His bright smile was the first thing that greeted you everyday at the school’s gate. It was something that you always looked forward to.

He of course introduced you to the rest of the swim team and you all became good friends, but Nagisa spent the most time with you by far. He was always at your house, pulling you to try new cafes and places to eat and just have fun. It was part of his energetic nature, wanting to go and do something, try something, but he wanted to do it with you the most out of everyone in the group. You never really gave it much thought through the years. You were close friends, you just thought it was him wanting to spend as much time with you before you went back to America...but now, you're rethinking everything he’s done and said to you over the past three and a half years.

Your hands shook, making the picture that illuminated on your phone screen shake back in response. You were simply letting the group know when you would be leaving. You were going back to America for University and while the rest of the group was excited for you and your new endeavor, some were making plans to hang out with you one last time for a while, Nagisa didn’t say anything in the group chat, the only indication that he was even seeing the messages was his profile picture showing up underneath the messages.

It wasn’t long until your phone notified you off the hook, one message after another. You thought the group chat was blowing up, but no...it was Nagisa messaging you privately with words you’ve never heard him speak to you, nor anyone before in your whole time of knowing him.

Nagi<3: You think you can leave me?

Nagi<3: You’re supposed to stay with me! How could you leave like that? After all we’ve been through? All those times I was there for you??

Nagi<3: I won’t let you leave (Y/N), you belong here with me...I’ll make sure you won’t leave the city let alone the country!

Nagi<3: I love you (Y/N)! Don’t you get it? We’re supposed to be together damnit! Why can’t you see that? You can’t be that dense.

Nagi<3: Is it because you like Haru? Makoto? Rei? Are you playing hard to get because you’re a slut? Flirting with them and ignoring me?? Is my attention not fucking enough for you? Have to go whore yourself to the rest of the group?!

Nagi<3: ...I’m just angry, you’re not a whore (Y/N), I really do love you! Please stay here, we’ll get a place for ourselves, I’ll take care of you (Y/N), have I ever let you down? Fucking say something! Please!

Nagi<3: I need you (Y/N), you’re my whole world and I won’t let you slip away...

It was too much for you to handle. With shaking hands and tears streaming down your face, you quickly blocked Nagisa from all social media along with his contact in your phone. He scared you with his words...he seemed obsessed, delusional even. You knew he cared for you, but you only thought it was as a friend. The way he dropped the word, ‘love’ made you shudder.

Saying he loves you and then going around and accusing you of being a whore and going around to the other guys in the group made you unsettled. Taking a few deep breaths, you sat your phone down making a mental note to not look at it for the rest of the night. Your eyes scanned the room, boxes still scattered around; some filled, taped and labeled and others empty or even waiting for you to build the boxes. Deciding that the best thing to do was get the packing done as soon as possible even if you were still a bit apprehensive. The lingering words that Nagisa sent you still swirled in your head as you went about packing everything with a new found mission to get out as soon as you could.

With a satisfied huff, you stacked one of the final boxes in the corner of the almost empty room. You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you wiped your brow and turned toward your phone that was on the nightstand. It was face down, but you did hear it go off, the vibrations echoed in the room, but you ignored it all together. It’s been hours since then and with the majority of everything packed and ready to go, it was time for bed. You had plans with Gou tomorrow to have brunch and just talk, a final hangout before you left.

After doing your nightly routine, you were settled in bed, the cool sheets feeling great on your heated skin from the manual labor you did. Your gaze settled on the phone still in place on your nightstand face down. You felt silly, you blocked Nagisa it should be alright, the notifications were probably Gou just double checking on your guys’ plans for tomorrow. With a final sigh, you quickly grabbed the device and turned it back around and pressed the side making it light up. Scrunching your eyes at the sudden intrusion of light on your poor retinas, you turned the brightness down so your eyes could adjust.

Going through notifications from various apps and social media, you quickly replied to Gou who did message you to confirm your plans for tomorrow. With a final kissy emoji at the end of your sentence and a tap of your finger, the message was sent to her. As you continued to go through what you missed the past few hours, your eyes stopped at a notification for a text message from an unknown number.

You could feel the anxiety bubble inside of you as you stared at the number, you didn’t want to even look at the message itself, but something told you to. With a shaky breath, you tapped on it and waited as your phone loaded the message.

You’ll regret that (Y/N), I’m coming for you…

That’s all it said. A fucking cryptic message calling you out by name. A threat that hung over your head and one that made the breath catch in your throat. A message not even ten words long made fear build up inside of you. Now, every creak and sound could be a potential threat at least that’s how your mind perceived it.

You knew this was Nagisa telling you this, but he was Nagisa, he...he wouldn’t do anything terrible...would he? Words are one thing, but the truth came out with someone's actions. Your eyes shifted toward your door, in the dark everything was more intimidating and menacing. Now fully sat up in your bed, you pulled your knees to your chest as much as you could and just stared at the door that was draped in the shadowy curtain of darkness. Your mind kept playing out a scenario of Nagisa coming through your bedroom door, a crazed look in his eyes and a weapon to hurt you with…the very thought made you shudder.

Between the packing and the interaction with Nagisa, you were exhausted. As you continued to stare at the door, you could feel your poor eyes start to droop, the exhaustion finally catching up with you as you tried your hardest to stay awake, wanting to be on alert if anything did happen, but all of that went out the window as you felt yourself slip into a restless slumber.

A softness touched your face making you shift in your sleep, but something else made you alert, a soft voice filtered through your room. You were home alone, your parents were away on a business trip, it was just you there should be nobody else talking in your house. Your eyes snapped open, trying to adjust to the darkness that surrounded you.

“You’re cute when you’re asleep.” A hand cupped your cheek making your whole body stiff at the contact. Flailing about, you pushed yourself up against your headboard as the figure only laughed and walked toward your door where the light switch was. You already knew who it was based on the voice and your mind instantly went to your death.

With a simple flip of the switch, light flooded your vision and there stood Nagisa, the same crazed look in his eyes that you pictured earlier, but no weapon, nothing to connect you to your demise. His footsteps seemed heavier as he stalked his way toward you like an animal about to attack its prey. “I was pissed off at you (Y/N), is that why you blocked me? Did I scare you?” he came to stop in front of the foot of your bed, his gaze lingering on you. You could feel your breathing become labored the longer he stared at you.

“What’re you doing here?” Ignoring his question, you sent him a glare, back still against the headboard not moving an inch.

“Coming to see you (Y/N)-chan.” Sending you a wink, he laughed at your visible shudder. “You’re scaring me Nagi.” His gaze was fixated on you so intensely, it sent another shiver down your spine.

He didn’t answer you. Instead, he left his spot by the foot of the bed and made his way toward you, his steps becoming heavier with each step. Your eyes glanced to the bedroom door and without a second thought, you bolted from your bed throwing the covers at Nagisa hoping to slow him down a bit. Your feet pounded against your wooden floor, your hands reaching out to grasp the doorknob, the thought of freedom just inches away.

Thud

The wind was knocked out of you, your body colliding with the hard floor, delicate skin skidding to a stop as a weight settled on top of you, not only pinning you in place, but making it hard to breathe due to the weight being directly on your chest. “Always playing hard to get, do you do this to the other guys (Y/N), like the slut you are?” His words were nonsense and not giving them a second thought, you started to thrash on the floor, your freedom was your only thought. You didn’t care about the bruises that would litter your body after this. He just laughed at your attempt to break free, even though he was the smallest of the group, he was just as strong as the others. With no luck, there was one thing left.

“Help! Somebody call the cops, I need help!” You yelled this at the top of your lungs, sucking in as much air as you could from your somewhat crushed chest. Before you could yell again, a hand was wrapped around your throat cutting off what little air you were getting.

“Shut up! Jesus, first ignoring me, blocking me, making me go to these fucking lengths to get your fucking attention!” Giving your throat a bit of a squeeze, nothing but a wheeze escaped you, your hands flying up to try and pry his constricting hands off so you could get air to your needy lungs.

“If you just stayed here, we would’ve been fine (Y/N), but you just had to go back to America! Is nothing good enough for you!? Why’s that (Y/N)? Answer me!” All you could do was continue to gasp and hit his hands. You could feel tears spring to your eyes, sliding down your face as Nagisa continued to choke the life out of you.

You could see black spots starting to fill your vision. “I fucking love you (Y/N)!”, by some miracle, he let up his hold on your throat. You greedily started to suck in as much air as your burning lungs could, but he still had a hold of your throat and the squeeze he sent was evident of this. “You’ll see how much I truly love you, don’t worry, we’ll be happy at my house. Just me and you and nobody to interrupt us.” Leaning down, he placed a tender kiss to your forehead before finally letting your poor, bruised throat go. Still settled on your chest, he peered down at you.

“They’ll look for me! You can’t keep me locked away forever! This isn’t how love works Nagisa! You need help!” His smile slipped, but he regained it quickly before leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss, holding your face in his hands so you couldn’t move away. Not granting him access, he bit your lip enough to draw blood making you gasp at the pain giving him enough time to slip his tongue in and explore his new territory. His tongue glided over your teeth, the roof of your mouth, even sliding along your own tongue. It wasn’t romantic in the slightest, it was dominating, possessive and it made you feel vile inside. When he decided to break the kiss, he was flushed, breath labored with a love sick smile plastered on his face.

“They won’t be looking for you silly.” Those words made you freeze in terror. Images of horrific deaths flashed through your mind. Your mind raced wondering what he would do to dispose of you. What twisted fantasy was he going to fulfill? “You’ll be right there with them, alongside everyone we know as happy as can be.” Licking his lips, his gaze settled on your swollen lips, but flickered back up to your eyes to finish his thought.

He wasn’t making sense, his words were nonsense to you. He didn’t give an explanation to his words, he just traced your lips with his thumb, his focus solely on the place his mouth was moments before. It was as if he was in a trance, like he was playing out his own fantasy in his mind.

“You’re going to tell everyone that you changed your mind about going back to America.” His thumb stopped tracing your lip, dragging down your bottom lip, your chin and straight down your now bruised neck. Your breath hitched as he applied the smallest amount of pressure to his thumb, pressing into it. His eyes bore into yours as he continued to rattle off his plan.

“Then, you’ll move in with me, the house I told you about on the edge of town, big enough to raise a family in.” His hands came back up to cup your cheeks, your mind reeling at his sentence. Children? Just something else tied up with the delusion he was putting forth. Fingers started to caress your skin, the contact making you flinch.

“It’ll be perfect (Y/N), us together in our house, still surrounded by friends and family, all you have to do is be good and follow what I say...or we can do this the hard way,” One hand left your cheek and traveled back down to your throat, fingers drumming against the abused skin.

“What’s the hard way…” Your voice was hoarse and held a twinge of fear that much was obvious. Nagisa smirked at the tone of your voice. He knew he had the upper hand here and one way or another, he was going to have you. You had an inkling of what the hard way was, but you wanted to hear it from him.

No words were said as the hand that was drumming against the bruised skin of your throat moved upwards, brushing past your cheeks making a shudder run up your spine before his fingers slid into your locks only to have him grip your tresses and yank your head to the side. A squeal of pain flew from your mouth as his laughter rang through the silent room.

Leaning down, hands still having a death grip on your hair, he leaned down to your ear, his hot breath fanning it. Ignoring the burning sensation of your poor scalp from how hard he was gripping and pulling your hair, he started to speak.

“The hard way is when I’m not so nice,” He stopped for a moment and nibbled on your earlobe making that vile feeling crawl back up. “I’ll take you, but you get nothing of yours, just the clothes on your pretty body, I’ll take you back to our house and lock you up there, probably have to chain you up so you don’t escape. Nobody will come over, you won’t be able to contact your friends, your family, nobody ever again. It’ll just be me and you. Everyone will mourn you and never know what happened to little ole (Y/N).”

Either way, you would still have to go with him, but the bleakest silver lining was you could still see your family and friends, you’d just have to put up a front. That still sounded better than being chained in a house while everything mourned and looked for you with no resolve.

His chuckle broke your thoughts. “I’ll give you a minute to think about your options, but I already know which you’ll be picking.” With that, he started to place kisses on your cheek, your chin, and down the column of your neck, the pressure on the bruises making you wince as his lips grazed over the skin.

He was right though, there was only one logical option, the easy way… as much as you hated to admit it.

“Nagisa...I choose th- ahhhh!” He gave a quick bite to your collar bone before you could finish your sentence.

Feeling a wet sensation on the infected area, you guessed he was licking at the spot. “The easy way. Of course you do (Y/N)-chan, I knew you’d pick that.” Pushing himself back, he stared down at you, a smile gracing his face, nothing malicious and crazed about it, just a genuine smile, the one you’ve seen countless times with friends, swim competitions, just the smile Nagisa was known for.

Leaning down, he placed a quick kiss on your lips, a nice chaste kiss that in another situation you would’ve loved, but in this instance it didn’t feel right, but starting now you had to put up a front, an act to please him, to ensure you had the chance to see your friends and family even though you’d still be kidnapped by your once friend.

“Now, let’s get some of your things to take over to our new house, right sweetie?” With a shaky breath, you nodded, trying to have a smile on your face as Nagisa finally got up from on top of your chest, holding out a hand to help you up, grabbing it, he hauled you up and pulled you in close to him, holding you to his chest.

Holding you in his grasp, he had his arms wrapped around you squeezing you a bit, feeling your body and taking comfort in the fact that you were finally his. “I love you (Y/N)-chan, I know you won’t say it back yet, but you will...I know you will.” Pulling back from the hug, he smiled at you once more.

“Let’s get your stuff, whatever you want to bring my cute (Y/N)-chan.” You didn’t say anything as you started to get your stuff ready, packing as much as you could in what bags you had. Nagisa was doing the same, the smile still plastered on his face as he even hummed while doing so. With everything happening so quickly, you haven’t been able to wrap your mind around what was happening, the situation. You could feel yourself crumple, the clothing dropping from your hands and knees buckling as you slumped down onto the floor.

You knew there was no way out. The tears started to pour, something you hoped to never show in front of your captor, but your resolve was crumbling fast. A loud sob escaped you as you curled onto the cold, wooden floor. The hands that started to rub your back made you flinch on contact. The once soothing notion only made you curl more into yourself wishing to disappear into a floor, wishing it would just open up and swallow you whole.

Nagisa's hands continued to caress your tensed self, as small ‘shhh’s’ came from him in hopes of comforting you. “I hate when my (Y/N)-chan cries.” Your position didn’t last long before you were pulled up, limbs heavy and numb.

Nagisa pulled you into your bed, on top of clothing that you were in the middle of packing before. With tears still streaming down your face, you were pulled flushed against his chest, his arms wrapped around your middle as he nuzzled into the curve of your neck, kissing the still tender skin around the area. Placing a few more kisses onto you, he pulled back and leaned back against your headboard bringing you with him. Kissing the top of your head, he settled his chin on the top of your head. “You’ll feel better once we get you settled, don’t worry (Y/N)-chan, I’ll take care of you.”

True to his word, Nagisa did take care of you. Nobody really thought too much about you and Nagisa getting together, the guys noticed the looks he’d give you during school and hangouts and Gou was just absolutely happy that you had a boyfriend. Your parents were happy that you ‘changed your mind’ about going back to America and Nagisa…

Nagisa put up the perfect facade.

He was true to his word, letting you still see your friends and family, but he was always watching and you knew this after trying to escape a few times, throat clenching at the memories of your punishments for trying to run away. If you obeyed, you were showered with praise, gifts and affection from Nagisa. He still let you go to school, work, as if everything was picture perfect.

“(Y/N)-chan, my sweet little (Y/N)-chan.” Nagisa’s hands caressed your sides as you were trying to cook dinner in the kitchen. Some of your friends were over and you were trying to finish the main course, but he had other plans. You could feel his hand slip over the curve of your bottom, giving your backside a firm squeeze as he placed lazy kisses on the back of your neck, sweeping your hair to the side.

“I’m trying to finish dinner Nagi, please we can do this after.” You tried to shake him off as you turned the silvers of meats over that were frying in the pan to cook on the other side. Chuckling, he didn’t even bat an eye at you trying to push him away, his hands coming back, both circling around you to grope at your chest and grinding himself into your backside. The force made you lean into the stove more, the heat emitting from the device hitting some exposed skin but not enough to seriously burn you yet.

“That’s cute that you think you have a choice (Y/N)-chan,” Groping your chest again he laughed at your gasp and even thrusted up into your bottom, your hands gripping the sides of the counter on either side of the oven. “Keep cooking while I have my fun and remember to keep it down we have guests in the next room and if you don’t,” He leaned down to your ear before whispering, “I’ll have to punish you later.” Gulping, you nodded mutely at his words.

Doing as you were told, you continued to cook the dinner as Nagisa continued to do what he pleased with you just as he does every single day.

That’s how your new life has been and unfortunately how it always will be.

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shslrose · 3 years

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Promise - Mondo Owada x Reader

It’s been a few days since the killing school life began. So far, no has died, but you’re still nervous. You had promised Taka that you’d come to the morning meeting in the dining hall, so when the morning Monokuma announcement plays, you make your way there.

It wasn’t long before you were standing in front of the door to the dining hall, when you suddenly ran into none other than the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader himself, Mondo Owada. Honestly, you find him quite attractive, or, you would, if he wasn’t so scary. He is the leader of the most feared biker gang in all of Japan, after all.

You recall the first time you met him easily. You had entered Hope’s Peak Academy one morning, walked into the entrance hall, fainted, and then woke up in a classroom you’d never seen before. When you had made your way back to the main hall, a group of Ultimates was waiting there.

The group seemed to have broken out into unorganized confusion, but a boy with black hair and red eyes took charge immediately.

“May I please have everyone’s attention?!” He called out, and everyone turned to look at him. He then introduced himself as Kiyotaka Ishimaru, the Ultimate Moral Compass. He went on to suggest we all introduce ourselves to each other so that we could understand our situation better.

Everyone seemed to agree to his idea, so you turned around and introduced yourself to the first person you saw: a tall boy with a strange haircut, wearing a long black coat and baggy pants. He looked like something of a delinquent, but you also found him rather attractive.

“Um, hi,” you said softly, slightly intimidated by his height and aggressive demeanor. “I’m Y/N… Y/N L/N, the Ultimate [talent].”

“The name’s Mondo Owada, nice to fuckin’ meetcha.”

You snapped back to reality, blushing slightly as you realized you had been staring at him for a few moments while you were lost in thought.

“Oh,” you said softly. “Good morning, Mondo.”

“Like hell it is!” he scoffed. “The day I beat the stuffing outta that goddamned bear, that’ll be a good fucking morning.”

“O-oh..I guess you’re right,” you said, a bit dejected. Before he could say anything else, you opened the door to the dining hall and walked inside.

“...Damnit!” He exclaimed, letting out a frustrated sigh. He hadn’t meant to be so aggressive, he just couldn’t help it. His problem with aggression was only aggravated by the fact that he found you to be utterly beautiful, which made him nervous in your presence.

A few minutes later, and all fifteen of you had gathered in the dining hall. It seemed like a normal morning, until Monokuma showed up.

“I’ve got a beary big surprise for you all!” exclaimed Monokuma. “Can you guess it? Can ya? Welllll, you don’t hafta, cause I’ll tell ya! It’s a special video for each of you showing you what’s going on outside the school!”

A...video...showing you...what’s going on...outside the school…?

“Outside the school?” Makoto asked. “What are you talking about?”

“Why dontcha just watch it, and find out?!” Monokuma retorted.

“Fine,” replied Kyoko, who sat in the back of the dining hall. “Then we can go to the A/V room and watch it right now.”

Monokuma disappeared, like usual, leaving the group confused. Curiosity and confusion dominated the conversation that broke out as everyone tried to make sense of Monokuma’s actions.

Eventually, everyone decided to go watch the videos, and so the group made their way to the A/V room. Makoto had gone ahead first, and when you arrived at the room with everyone else, there was a grave look on his pale face. Quickly, everyone grabbed their individual DVDs and rushed to a monitor.

When you watched yours, a video of your family appeared on the screen, wishing you good luck at Hope’s Peak Academy, but then the video suddenly changed to an image of your home that looked completely destroyed. If that weren’t bad enough, you saw blood splattered across the wall.

Blinking back tears, you stumbled away from the monitor. You began to hear outbursts from your classmates, but it was all muffled to you.

“This.. this can’t be real…!” “No.. no way…!” “What..is..this?!”

You couldn’t process it at all. The black and white bear, this killing school life… none of it made any sense.

“N-no,” you mumbled quietly to yourself. There was a part of you that realised you were trembling, but you didn’t have the energy to try to stop it. “Why..why is this...happening…”

“Y/N?” Taka called out, noticing your distress. “Are you alright?”

You barely even heard him. Desperation and fear struck you, and you quickly ran from the room, tears clouding your vision.

Without a thought, you stumbled into an empty classroom. Your mind was completely blank as you tried to make sense of everything that was happening. You were scared for your family, and you were scared for yourself. What if someone tried to kill you because of the motive video they watched? Anxiety and fear built up inside you quickly...

You had no idea how much time had passed when suddenly the door opened, revealing none other than the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader himself.

“Ah, Y/N! You’ve been gone all day, everyone was worried…!” He exclaimed, smiling at the fact that he had found you, before his expression was quickly replaced with a look of concern. Your face had gone pale and your eyes were nearly vacant.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you rushed forward and hugged him, pressing yourself firmly against his chest.

“Oh! Y/N..?” You could hear the surprise in his voice, he hadn’t expected you to hug him, but he quickly wrapped his arms around you in return. He noted to himself that it was a man’s job to comfort a girl in distress, and he was determined to do just that. Even if he wasn’t exactly sure how.

“I’m..so scared…” you cried, feeling the weight of the situation upon you. “I don’t..wanna die..” “Hey, c’mon...it’s alright, you know? D-don’t cry…” He tried his best to comfort you, but he wasn’t sure exactly what to say. Still, his words and his presence managed to calm you enough, and allowed you to take in your situation.

“...!” The realization that you had just walked up to Mondo and hugged him unprompted hit you like a turn of bricks. Your face turned bright red with embarrassment as you pulled away. “I-I’m sorry…!”

You looked down at your hands, too embarrassed to make eye contact with him. Mondo turned away too, as a blush began to cover his face as well.

“Tch, it’s no big deal,” he scoffed, trying to play it cool. “Besides, it’s not like I minded…”

You heard him mutter something under his breath, so you asked, “Huh?”

“I didn’t fuckin say anything…!” His blush deepened as he spoke.

“...”

“Anyways...you don’t gotta cry anymore, or feel scared, alright?” There was a confidence in his words, like he was certain in what he said.

“What do you mean…?”

“I’m gonna make you a promise, as a man!” There was a smile on his lips and a light in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before.

“A promise...as a man?”

“Hell yeah! It’s the one thing my big bro always told me! He said that no matter what, a real man always keeps his promises. Always. So, I’m gonna make you a promise as a man: I’ll protect you, and we’ll escape this school together, no matter what,” Mondo promised earnestly. “Okay?”

“O-okay..”

“Good! You can trust me when I make that promise, so now you don’t gotta cry, or feel scared, see?” He was still smiling, and by the time he finished his sentence, you were too. You hugged him again, pressing your body against his once more.

“Thank you, Mondo, I really do feel better,” you told him honestly. With the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader on your side, you felt completely safe and reassured.

Without warning, Monokuma appeared before the two of you.

“Ah!” You exclaimed, breaking apart from the embrace. Mondo quickly stepped in front of you, protectively.

“Monokuma...I’ll rip ya to shreds!” He roared, clearly irritated.

“Mondooooo!” Monokuma sang cheerfully. “It’s standing up!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Mondo shot back.

“Come onnn!” Monokuma replied in the same cheerful tone. “Do ya even hafta ask?!”

As he realised what Monokuma meant, Mondo blushed for the third time that day.

Monokuma didn’t wait for a reply, and continued on. “Your flagpole! It’s standing up!”

“Get the fuck outta here!” Mondo shouted, and unexpectedly, Monokuma listened and left the room.

“Standing up…? Flagpole…?” You muttered, confused, which only seemed to make Mondo blush harder. “What did he mean?”

“Tch, w-who the hell knows?! I-I mean, that bear’s fucking insane! A total psycho freak, ya know!”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you agreed, before taking a quick glance at the clock on the classroom wall. “It’s nearly nighttime…”

“Hey, how ‘bout I walk you back to your dorm?” Mondo suggested, having calmed down.

“Sure, I’d like that,” you replied.

And so, the two of you made your way through the halls of Hope’s Peak Academy together. Although you were still scared by the killing school life, Mondo had made a promise to you, and you found comfort in that promise.

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Read Part Two here!

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a/n - requests are currently open, for dr1, dr2, and drv3! <3

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suitov · 5 years

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The horror!! 😱

Nagito “Ultimate Luck” Komaeda opened his eyes, then quickly closed them again, at the sound of two people arguing.

“--even matter? We’re literally immortal.”

“Ageless does not mean invincible.”

“Are you saying we can get diseases?”

“I would not rule it out until I have the chance to experiment."

Nagito was not tied up. He was (he confirmed, worming his fingers cautiously to either side) lying on someone’s couch. This was odd, because the last thing he remembered was a blow to the back of the head and someone saying “Oh crap, not THAT har--”.

“--would be so much easier if she had bothered staying to answer questions, or at least left an orientation pamphlet.”

“You think they have those?”

“I was being ironic.”

“But that’s actually a good idea. I mean, we can’t be the only--”

“How long has he been awake?”

Oops! Nagito put on a big smile and opened his eyes for real this time.

There were two of them. The higher voice probably belonged to the shorter one in the hoodie, the one with messy brown hair and red eyes. The other guy was medium height, broader in the chest, looked more poised and wary. He had red eyes too, a long overcoat, an almost-as-long black ponytail dangling from underneath a scarf.

“Um, this isn’t what it looks like,” said Hoodie.

“That depends,” said Scarf.

“Well, no, it--I meant we’re not robbing him or, or, murdering him!”

“It is robbery in a sense, but not murder unless we seriously botch it.”

“Izuru, I’m trying to be reassuring,” hissed Hoodie.

Nagito sighed. He sat up. He felt around the back of his head and found some haphazardly-applied sticking plasters among his hair. Those were going to hurt... but he had no doubt he would survive, as he always did, and the good luck that followed a situation like this should be something to see.

“Perhaps,” he said, and smiled politely up at them, “you gentlemen should tell me what it is you want from me, if not my life. You never know. You could find me amenable!”

“This is going so wrong. We should let him go and start again,” said Hoodie.

The guy Hoodie had called Izuru looked at a phone screen. “Three hours, twenty-two minutes,” he said.

“Until what?” asked Nagito.

“Sunrise,” said Hoodie offhandedly.

“Makoto, please.”

“That’s still enough time!”

“A little subtlety...”

“Wow,” said Nagito, beaming, “you guys are the worst vampires I’ve ever seen.”

Izuru froze. Makoto gasped. “How did you--?”

“I’m not stupid, boys.” Nagito started to get up, then thought better of it when his head twinged.

Izuru shoved a glass in front of his face. In his other hand he offered a pill.

“Do you seriously expect--”

“Oh. Sorry.” Izuru stepped away and returned with a box. “You would prefer to dispense your own.”

Nagito looked at him through narrowed eyes. Then he popped out a fresh painkiller from the blister pack and dry-swallowed it. “Thanks.”

Makoto tugged on Izuru’s sleeve. “What are we going to do with him? What if he--?”

“Little rude to talk about someone in front of their face,” said Nagito, who was pushing his luck and saw no reason to stop.

“I can’t do this, Izuru. Not while he’s awake and looking at me!”

“But you are hungry. You must feed. Leave it to me. I will...”

Nagito batted his eyes encouragingly at Izuru, who, after a moment, looked away.

“...not be able to do this either.”

Makoto’s lip trembled and he thumped his forehead against Izuru's shoulder. “W... we really are the worst vampires ever.”

Izuru's head slumped on top of Makoto’s. “I cannot let you die,” he said, “but I was not able to hurt any animals, either...”

Nagito chuckled. The pair of bedraggled bats looked over in confusion.

“Got a first aid kit?” he asked.

They blinked at him.

“You have painkillers. What else do you have?”

“I have... I am a qualified nurse...” said Izuru.

“I’m not, but I did patch up your head!” said Makoto.

“Good, so we’ll need some syringes and alcohol wipes. And a clean container. A mug or something. How much do you need?”

They were both staring at him.

“This can work. He's a nurse and I’ve had a lot of blood drawn over the years.”

“You would do that?” asked Izuru. His eyes, though a demonic crimson, looked rather puppyish.

Nagito's smile turned into a beam. “I guess I just can’t resist hard-luck cases.”

The littler vampire rushed at him and Nagito found himself being hugged. He patted the messy brown hair, smoothed down the clump that stood up like an antenna. It sprang back up immediately.

“I really want to know what’s going on here, though,” he said.

“Mmm... that’s fair...” said Makoto, who was still clinging to him in a not-very-vampiric cuddle.

“I think you have surmised most of it,” said Izuru, opening a cupboard and getting down a green zippered bag.

“You see, we’re new vampires and we kind of suck at it.”

“The problem,” said Izuru, “is that we do not.”

Nagito snickered. Oh, that luck of his...

This was definitely going to be in his top ten weirdest experiences. Top twenty at least.

#vampire #kamukomaegi #kamukoma #kamuegi #komaegi #nagito komaeda #izuru kamukura #makoto naegi #danganronpa #not on ao3 #greatest hits #hundo #zweihundo #halloween

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haikyuu-scenarios-box · 4 years

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Haikyuu!! Detroit: Become Human AU, Part 1

A/N: I outlined the character roles and provided some background info in this post, which I highly recommend you read first.

Word count: 1,798

UNDER THE CUT

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August 15th, 2038. 08:29:05 PM

As Oikawa passed a coin back and forth from one hand to another, the bright blue LED on his right temple flickered. The panel in the elevator flashed the number 70, a loud ding accompanying it. Straightening his tie, Oikawa exited the elevator once its doors slid open.

An SAT officer eyed him through his helmet as he walked down the hallway, the water in a large fish aquarium reflecting off the blue accents of his uniform. When woman with a trail of tears along her cheeks grabbed his shoulders, the clacks of his polished black shoes against the marble ceased.

‘Please,’ she begged, overwhelmed with distress, ‘please, you have to save my little girl - wait...’ she paused. Slowly lowering her hands, her eyes drifted to the text on Oikawa’s jacket:

RK800 #313 248 317 - 51

‘... you’re sending an android?’ the woman backed away in shock, filled with fury and anxiety.

‘Alright, ma’am, we need to go,’ the SAT officer escorting her out stated.

‘You can’t... you can’t do that!’ she exclaimed with anguish, ‘Why aren’t you sending a real person?!’ she screamed while being dragged towards the elevator.

Oikawa’s stoic expression remained unwavering as he continued towards the crime scene. He was unaffected by the woman’s continuous yelling, ‘Don’t let thing near her! Keep that thing away from by daughter!’ since Oikawa was, like every other android, created to be incapable of experiencing emotion.

‘Captain Tsukishima?’ Oikawa walked towards the SAT leader, ‘My name is Oikawa. I’m the android sent by CyberLife.’

Tsukishima turned around to face him for a mere second. He then dismissively turned back to the computer screen, ‘It’s firing at everything that moves,’ he said, ‘it already shot down two of my men. We can easily get it, but they’re on the edge of the balcony.’

‘If it falls,’ Tsukishima faced Oikawa, ‘she falls.’

‘Do you know its name?’ Oikawa questioned in an automated fashion.

‘I haven’t got a clue,’ Tsukishima responded with animosity, ‘Does it matter?’

‘I need information to determine the best approach. Do you know if it’s been behaving strangely before this?’

‘Listen,’ Tsukishima snapped, standing close to Oikawa, ‘saving that kid is all that matters. So either you deal with this fucking android right now,’ he glared, ‘or I’ll take care of it.’

↓ 48% probability of success, Oikawa’s system calculated. He proceeded to head towards the master bedroom, immediately noticing an empty gun case. His eyes analysed the compartments, identifying the missing gun as an MS853 Black Hawk with 0.355 ammunition. Oikawa reconstructed the scene, vividly simulating the deviant android’s silhouette grabbing the case.

↑ 51% probability of success

Once Oikawa deduced that he must understand what caused the android’s deviancy, he entered the hostage’s bedroom. He scanned the room quickly - magenta wallpaper covering the walls, butterfly stickers on the cupboard and a tablet on the desk. Oikawa swiped the tablet to the left, unlocking it.

‘This is Makoto, the coolest android in the world! Say hi, Makoto!’ the hostage excitedly said to the camera. ‘Hello!’ the deviant responded amiably with a wave.

‘You’re my bestie,’ the little girl exclaimed, ‘we’ll always be together!’

Deviant’s name: Makoto. ↑ 56% probability of success

Picking up a large pair of noise-cancelling headphones on the desk, Oikawa placed it against his ears, loud music blaring out from the pads.

Child didn’t hear gunshots. ↑ 59% probability of success

Moving back into the living room, the corpse of the hostage’s father was splayed against the wooden legs of a shattered glass coffee table. Oikawa looked at the two gunshot wounds, his analytical system concluding that he died from a lung haemorrhage caused by 0.355 calibre bullets.

Reconstructing the crime scene, Oikawa pictured the father’s body seated on the couch. The man would have stood up and turned upon hearing the cocking of a gun. At that point, the deviant would have shot him, sending his body to fly back onto the table.

Father was holding something. ↑ 61% probability of success

Oikawa picked up a nearby tablet that was buried beneath shards of glass, its screen coated with a splatter of clotted blood. ‘Your order for a AP700 android has been registered,’ a robotic voice emitted from the audio, ‘CyberLife thanks you for your purchase.’

Deviant was going to be replaced. ↑ 70% probability of success

As Oikawa approached the balcony, he spotted a deceased SAT officer, his analytics confirming that it was one of Tsukishima’s men. When Oikawa noticed the small puddle of fresh blue blood located in front of the body, he swiftly swiped his index and middle finger in it. Upon placing the blood sample against his tongue, he identified the deviant’s android model.

Deviant was wounded Model PL600 - Serial #369 911 047 ↑ 81% probability of success.

CyberLife gave those models a friendly, non-intimidating appearance - dark brown hair framing their face with a dirty-blonde tuft in the middle, a lean muscular frame, welcoming brown irises and a height of 160 cm.

Oikawa passed by the two SAT officers positioned on either side of the entry to the balcony. As soon as he entered outside, the deviant android immediately pulled the trigger. It grazed Oikawa’s bicep, blue blood splashing against the window. The LED on his right temple briefly flickered red before returning to its usual bright blue - it was advantageous that androids were immune to nociceptive stimuli.

‘Stay back!’ the deviant yelled, its gun aimed at Oikawa. ‘Don’t come any closer or I’ll jump!’ it threatened, holding the hostage tightly around its other arm.

‘No!’ she screamed, kicking her legs, ‘Please! I’m begging you!’

Mission: save the hostage at all costs

Oikawa evaluated the scene. A handful SAT officers congregated at the rooftop of the building beside the balcony, prepared to shoot the deviant.

‘Hi Makoto,’ Oikawa yelled, ‘My name is Oikawa.’

‘How...’ the deviant’s red LED flashed uncontrollably, it instability intense, ‘... how do you know my name?!’

‘I know a lot of things about you,’ Oikawa slowly placed one foot in front of the other, ‘I’ve come to get you out of this.’ A helicopter fixated a spotlight over the deviant as it flew in, its rotor blowing wind strong enough to flip the patio chairs and outdoor umbrellas.

↓ 68% probability of success, Oikawa’s system alerted.

‘I know you’re angry, Makoto,’ he continued to cautiously approach the android, ‘but you need to trust me and let me help you.’

‘I don’t want your help!’ the android screamed, pointing the barrel of the gun at the hostage. ‘Nobody can help me!’ it shakily declared, its LED toning down to a yellow. ‘All I want is for all this to stop... I...’ the android trailed off, ‘... I just want all this to stop!’ it yelled, squinting while it stared at the spotlight.

‘Are you armed?’ it asked anxiously. Its forehead was wrinkled in confusion and fury, the strands of its hair tangling into clumps as the helicopter whirred above the balcony.

‘Yes,’ Oikawa answered as a matter-of-factly, ‘I have a gun.’

‘Drop it! No sudden moves or I’ll shoot!’

Oikawa reached into his back pocket and held the pistol away from his body, ‘There,’ his fingers let go of the grip, ‘no more guns.’

↑ 76% probability of success.

The black fabric of Oikawa’s jacket was no longer ironed neatly, the wind piercing into his ears. His white shirt was dishevelled, causing his tie to loosen around the collar. ‘They were going to replace you and you became upset,’ Oikawa continued to slowly walk towards the android, ‘that’s what happened, right?’

‘I thought I was part of the family,’ it responded, lowering the gun, ‘I thought I mattered.’

↑ 87% probability of success.

‘But I was just their toy,’ it aimed the gun at the hostage’s head once again. It clenched its teeth angrily, the air passing between its teeth emitting a whistle, ‘something to throw away when you’re done with it.’

‘I know you and Chihiro are very close,’ Oikawa said, reducing the space between them. ‘You think she betrayed you but she’s done nothing wrong.’

↑ 96% probability of success.

‘She lied to me! I thought she loved me,’ it explained with glazed eyes and a blue LED. ‘But I was wrong,’ it took a deep inhale, pushing the pistol even further into the hostage’s temple, ‘she’s just like all the other humans.’

‘Makoto, no,’ the girl cried out, thrashing.

‘Listen, it’s not your fault,’ Oikawa decided to create a facade of sympathy, ‘these emotions you’re feeling are just errors in your software.’

‘No, it’s not my fault,’ the android quivered with desolation, ‘I never wanted this... I loved them, you know,’ it said with a trembling voice. ‘But I was nothing to them, just a slave to be ordered around.’

The android loudly cried out in frustration and agony, ‘I can’t stand that noise anymore!’ it looked at the helicopter. ‘Tell them to get out of here!’

Oikawa raised his hand, gesturing the helicopter to leave. ‘There,’ Oikawa said as it flew away, ‘I did what you wanted.’

↑ 99% probability of success.

‘You have to trust me, Makoto,’ Oikawa continued to approach the android, ‘let the hostage go and I promise you everything will be fine.’

‘Tell everyone to leave!’ it ordered, ‘and... and I want a car,’ it shakily said, ‘when I’m outside the city, I’ll let her go.’

‘That’s impossible Makoto,’ Oikawa stopped, finally close enough to the android and hostage. ‘Let the girl go and I promise you won’t be hurt.’

‘I don’t want to die,’ its condition began to stabilise.

‘You’re not going to die,’ Oikawa raised his hands in its direction, ‘we’re just going to talk. Nothing will happen to you, you have my word,’ he reassured in a calm manner.

↑ 100% probability of success.

‘Okay...’ the android nodded at Oikawa determinedly, ‘I trust you,’ it declared, releasing its grip on the hostage. As soon as the girl’s feet made contact with the ground, she quickly crawled away from the android.

Oikawa proceeded slowly nod once; a signal prompting the sniper on the opposing to pull the trigger.

Thick blue blood violently splashed out of the android’s waist, shredded wires and obliterated biocomponents emerging at a high velocity. Another shot was fired at the android’s shoulder, sending large chunks of metal into the pool. The final bullet pierced its skull and exited from the angle of its jaw, its LED returning to red in response.

The sight caused the girl to scream at an intensity that almost broke her vocal chords.

The android collapsed on its knees, its body fully drenched in blue. Large pieces of its synthetic skin had been ripped away, revealing the metal underneath.

Mission completed

‘You lied to me, Oikawa,’ it muttered in disbelief and sorrow, the tears along its waterline spilling instantly. Although Oikawa merely looked at it apathetically, the breeze blowing against him was suddenly icy.

↑ Software instability

‘You lied to me...’ it repeated, its voice turning robotic with each word as it shut down.

SAT officers immediately rushed onto the balcony, the girl’s nostrils blocked with every sob. Oikawa headed back inside, Tsukishima eyeing him sceptically.

#ya that's right #in this au i made the PL600 model have its default hair be nishinoya's cute flat hair #oikawa tooru #haikyuu au #haikyuu dbh au #dbh au #scenario #writing #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu scenarios #android!haikyuu #haikyuu crossover #haikyuu dbh crossover #tsukishima kei

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despair-tummy · 5 years

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How about a Chihiro stuffing Celeste and playing with her fat belly, butt and boobs?

Here you go

Chihiro sighed, his eyes sore and aching from staring at the computer screen before him. It wasn’t that he disliked computers, in fact, it was quite the opposite. He was the ultimate programmer, he loved computers and he especially loved designing code and experimenting with technology. But helping a company take care of a complicated computer virus wasn’t his idea of a fun time, in fact, as of late his idea of a fun time was starting to branch out.

A small buzzing sensation from his cellphone signalled that he had gotten a text message. He glanced behind him, not wanting to be caught from his recent employer and get in trouble for being on his phone during work hours. But he couldn’t help himself, he needed to look at something else for a change. Maybe it was Mondo asking if he wanted to grab dinner with him and Kiyotaka, or Makoto inviting him out for a coffee?

But instead of any of the normal text messages from his friends and colleagues, he was greeted with an image. The photo didn’t include a face, but it didn’t matter. As soon as he saw her milky white skin and the abundance of pillowy cleavage, that was more than enough to give Chihiro an idea of who sent it. His face turned red and he immediately stuffed his cellphone back into his pant pocket, silently praying that no one saw the text message for the brief second he looked.

Well, at least it gave him something to look forward too when he left to go home. Chihiro took a deep breath to try to still his racing heart before he returned to typing away, making a mental note to make a few stops along the way home.

….

He finished dealing with the virus and wasted no time rushing out of the building and to his car. Normally he would have stayed and say goodbye to everyone, but his girlfriend wasn’t very patient. Odd, wasn’t it? Someone as meek as him with a girlfriend who sends him racy pictures while he was at work, Chihiro was surprised by the revelation himself, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain or question it. Especially with what Celestia brought out in him, she brought out a side to him Chihiro never knew he had. And that was going to come out yet again as soon as he got home, but first, he had to prepare.

He made four stops along the way, the first one was to a high-end bakery for a slice of chocolate and hazelnut cake, a slice of strawberry cheesecake, two croissants (one almond and one chocolate) and a chocolate dipped cream puff. Then it was to a candy shop run by the best chocolatiers for a bag of those chocolate truffles Celestia loved so much, although Chihiro’s wallet would beg to differ. A quick stop at a nearby florist for a dozen red roses, then finally a trip to the grocery store for a quart of heavy cream.

With everything he needed for tonight, he drove back home in record time and proceeded to carry his load inside. Easier said than done since although he intended to work out to build some muscle, he never got around to it. It wasn’t like he was putting it off, it was just Celestia kept him very busy when he wasn’t working. She had high standards, but Chihiro could handle it, he liked spoiling her. Chihiro huffed as he made his way inside, carefully setting his bags of goodies down on the counter, but still holding the bright red roses.

“Celeste, I’m home!” he called, unable to keep himself from smiling as he awaited her presence.

Sure enough her thundering footsteps could be heard. At first Chihiro didn’t know what to make of the world of feedism and Celestia’s desire to become be his feedee and him her feeder, but each clip he watched of women and men gorging themselves with fattening food and guzzling down weight gain shakes with funnels and rubber tubes, he realized he definitely wanted to become a part of this taboo little fetish community. And he was enjoying every bit of it.

Celestia smiled as she strode into the room, clad in just a black lace bra and matching undergarments, complete with a pair of black stockings.This attire on,y brought more attention to just how long they have been practicing feedism. Every part of his girlfriend’s body was had gained a good amount of soft flesh. To her once slim and dainty legs that thicken to the point where they rubbed together constantly, her paunchy gut grew and sagged, covering the front of her panties completely. Her once flat chest has graciously ballooned out into pillow like masses, while her face, although not quite reaching a second chin yet, definitely gains some additional softness, especially in the cheeks.

“My, is that all for me?” she smiled brightly, taking in the sight of all the goodies. Her scarlet eyes shifted from the treats to him. “You spoil me.”

Chihiro smiled and handed his lover the bouquet of roses. “I don’t hear you complaining.”

“Of course not, that’s the appeal of this fetish.” Celestia happily hummed and took the roses, giving them a sniff. “These are beautiful, go fill a vase of water for them while I get everything together.” she said, handing back the roses as she went to gather up the goodies.

He was well aware Celestia was only offering to do that just so she could get her greedy hands on the treats, but Chihiro wasn’t going to call her out. Her greedy approach to eating was charming, especially in the world of this kink. While Celestia took the goodies to the living room, Chihiro opened the cupboard under the sink, pulling out a glass vase. He then filled it with water before removing the roses from their plastic wrapper then plopping them in.

Chihiro set the roses on the windowsill before going to the living room. There the buffet of luxurious treats were all laid out on the coffee table… well almost all of them. Celestia was already nearly done the chocolate croissant, flakey crumbs and a smear of milk chocolate coated the corners of her thin and lightly glossed lips.

“You started without me?” Chihiro frowned sadly.

“Forgive me, but you know I adore my carbs.” his girlfriend apologized before popping the last bit in her mouth. “And you know I can’t resist chocolate, it is my weakness.” she licked her lips clean. “But with that out of the way, let’s begin.”

Celestia sat crossed legged on the couch, her gut resting peacefully on her lap. Her face beamed with an inviting look as she waited to be fed. Chihiro smiled and made his way over and sat next to his feedee.

“What shall we start with?”

“Surprise me, dear.”

Chihiro looked at the spread and decided on starting out with the slice of chocolate cake. He unwrapped the black plastic fork that came along with it, and with the slice of cake in one hand, and the fork on the other, he speared a piece and brought it to Celestia’s mouth. The gothic gambler let out a satisfied hum as she chewed the combination of chocolate ganache and chopped hazelnuts.

“Delicious,” she commented once she swallowed.

“You know, when you first introduced me to this community,” he began as he continued to feed her the cake that was rich with chocolate and bitter with hazelnuts. “I never understood why everyone used cake, it seemed so repetitive and boring at first… but the more I watched and the more cake I fed you, I finally understood why.” Chihiro brought another forkful to her lips.

“Do you now?” Celestia asked as she happily accepted the forkful.

“I mean look at it, so many flavours. Chocolate, vanilla, lemon, carrot, and even ice cream cake and cheesecake exist,” he explained. “It’s so indulgent, you can get it cheap or splurge on something more high quality. And you can get real messy with it, make a complete pig of yourself. It’s truly a fascinating food.”

“Indeed, it’s one of my favourites.” Celestia licked some frosting off her lips. “But it appears we’re down a slice.” she giggled, gesturing to the now empty box that one housed the slice of cake.

Chihiro chuckled and set the box aside and went for a cream puff. He smiled and brought the chocolate dipped pastry to her mouth, Celestia immediately took an eager bite, causing white cream to ooze out of the goodie.

“C-careful, the filling might end up on the floor,” he warned.

But he needn’t worry, Celestia was already on it and dragged her tongue across the desert, lapping up every bit of filling that came out.

“Chihiro, do you really think I would let a perfectly good cream puff go to waste?” she giggled before taking a second bite.

Chihiro felt his face flush red as he watched her. They did this plenty of times, but each and every time just made him blush so much, seeing her eat tons just did something to him that he couldn’t explain. But the one thing was for certain, he wanted to keep doing it. Once the cream puff was eaten and Celeste licked his fingers clean, he decided to give her the little thing of chocolates.

“I stopped by that chocolate place you loved so much.” he smiled and gave the bag a shake.

“Gimmie!” Celestia snatched up the bag out from his dainty hands. She used her teeth to rip into the bag and tipped the bag towards her mouth, causing an avalanche of chocolate truffles to fall into her mouth.

Her cheeks puffed out from the sheer amount of chocolates, but she still managed to messily chew them.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one feeding you?” Chihiro reminded.

Celestia tried to talk, but it was completely incoherent from how full her mouth was. It was only when she swallowed she could talk clearly. “Thirsty, heavy cream, now,” she ordered, paying no mind to his call out.

“Greedy tonight, aren’t we?” he teased and unscrewed the cap to the quart of heavy cream. “Here you go.” he brought the quart to her mouth and tipped it, allowing the liquid to pass her lips.

She managed to guzzle down at least half the quart before pulling away and letting out a giant burp.

“My, excuse me.” Celestia smiled and wiped the heavy cream residue from her mouth with her arm. “Thank you, my love, I needed that.”

“A-Anything for you!” he loved it when she praised her.

Chihiro then selected the slice of strawberry cheesecake, taking a moment to admire the pretty shade of pink the cheesecake was. He got a piece on a fork and brought it to Celestia’s awaiting mouth. She quickly devoured said piece and it wasn’t long before Chihiro fed her a second forkful of the creamy cake.

“I’m surprised they still had that cheesecake in stock at this hour,” Celestia commented as she noisily chewed.

“Me too, I was planning to get a slice of red velvet, but when I saw the cheesecake I knew I had to get it.”

“Next time get all three.”

“I-I don’t think my wallet would like that.”

“Budget around it.”

Easy for her to say, but for his girlfriend, he would be more than willing to try to accommodate her expensive tastes. With the cheesecake done, Chihiro reached for the last dessert item, the almond croissant.

“Think you can finish this?” he asked.

“Of course I can.” Celestia grinned and stared at the croissant, her mouth watering just at the very sight of the flakey pastry.

As soon as Chihiro brought the croissant within eating range, Celestia took a big and greedy bite, moaning in pleasure as the taste of sliced almonds, buttery pastry and almond filling danced on her taste buds,

“Mmmmm.” Celestia moaned as she chewed.

He smiled and brought the treat to her mouth again, which was met with another large and messy bite, crumbs and filling stuck to her mouth. Sure enough, once she swallowed that bite, she wasted no time shoving the last bit into her mouth. Soon after a heavy swallow Celestia used her tongue to lick away any remains on her thin lips.

“That was delicious.” she mused in delight.

“You uh, aren’t done yet.” Chihiro reminded, picking up the quart of heavy cream and gave it a good shake to show it was half full.

“But of course, I could use a drink to wash it all down.”

Chihiro brought the quart to Celestia’s lips and right away she drank deeply, managing to down the rest of the heavy cream in record time. She let out a second loud burp and wiped her mouth on her arm.

“Excuse me, thank you, that was all very delicious.” she smiled and lazily got into a lounging position, which only brought more attention to her midsection that was taut from the amount of food she had eaten. She glanced straight into the programmer’s eyes with a wicked grin. “What are you waiting for?”

She didn’t need to tell him twice, Chihiro eagerly grabbed her midsection, although firm and bulging from all the food she ate, it still had that softness Chihiro adored. He gave it a firm shake, listening to all of the sweet feast inside of her gut slosh around, as well as watch her fat jiggle.

“I-I think if we start paying more attention to your calories, then we could probably double your weight by the end of the year.” he stuttered, eyes locked on her flabby midsection.

“I’ll leave all the calculating up to you,” Celestia spoke, he noticed a mischievous little glint in her eyes.

Before he could even get another word out or try to prepare himself for whatever she was going to do, Celestia leapt at him, pinning him down on the sofa.

“Celes-“ he was cut off when Celestia plopped her mountainous soft breasts on his face.

“Go on, do what I love.” she urged with a giggle. “You know you want too.”

At first glance you wouldn’t have pegged Chihiro as the kinky type, admittedly was still very meek and wouldn’t dare talk about anything sexual as casual as some people like Miu or Toko’s split personality, Genocider Syo, admittedly before coming across the world of feedism, Chihiro could be considered vanilla and sex and fetishes weren’t something that he typically had on his mind. But after being shown this fetish and practicing it with his girlfriend, they were definitely always lingering in his mind somewhere. Whether it was from sexual photos from Celestia or having two massive breasts resting on his face, it was always somewhere in his head.

Knowing that the only way to regain his sight from the blockage of pillowy flesh in his view was to give her what she wanted, Chihiro shoved his head deeper in the depths of her cleavage and began to vigorously shake his head. Her breasts bounced and jiggled wildly with each movement of his head. He pondered why Celestia might like doing this so much. Maybe it was because when they first started dating she was on the flat side and couldn’t reap all the benefits of a fuller chest? It was tempting to ask her… he made a mental note to ask her something once he finally had regained his sight.

She giggled and finally freed him, looking at his sweaty face. “My, tired already?” Celestia teased, bringing a perfectly manicured red nail to stroke his smooth cheek.

“A… a little,” he confessed sheepishly.

“Well, too bad,” Celestia smirked and took one of his hands, guiding them to her plump rear. “Because I intend to keep you very busy.”

Chihiro felt the blood rush to his face as well as to his groin as his fingers sunk into the fat of her round bottom. He had a sinking feeling he would have to call in sick for work tomorrow.

#stuffed ronpa #My fics

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danganronpa3imagines · 6 years

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Why hello Mod kaede! Really excited to do this ask! Every you should follow @dangan-your-ronpa-imagines the writing there is amazing! Also right as you requested this I was reading your imagines. Now let's get to that sweet angst! ~ Mod Ibuki

Sonosuke Izayoi

A few hours ago you were waiting for Makoto Naegi to come and pay for his crimes but that all took a turn after that stupid bear plushie came on the screen. Now here you were, walking with Izayoi while this killing game went on. It was absolutely sickening. Two people already died and Izayoi or me could be next. I was shaking of fear. I can't handle situations like this. We were forced to do this? Who would ever think of orchestrating this!? I felt a hand come around my waist. I look up to see Izayoi smiling softly at me.

"Don't worry Y/N, I'll protect you." Izayoi said. I felt all my fears wash away in an instant. Izayoi was extremely protective over me. Izayoi could defeat any obstacle in our path. I look down at my NG code. We only had a few minutes left.

"Izayoi, maybe we should find a safe place to stay before we pass out." I say and Izayoi nodded. We quickly went into a room and blocked the door so no one can get it. Izayoi and I silently sat down. Izayoi grabbed my hand and put it on his lap. I send Izayoi a big smile. I began to feel quite sleepy. I was trying to force myself to wake but it was no use as I was surrounded by darkness.

I felt my eyes open once more and I thought I made it. I went to go get Izayoi until I realized he was still sleeping. I quickly check my NG code and realized there was still time left. I got extremely nervous. I don't know what to do. I started to shake until I heard a video go on. I slowly turn my head to see that goddamn bear. The bear started talking and my heart just started to beat heavier and heavier, before I knew it another strange video started playing. I couldn't think. All I could see was Izayoi dying a horrible death by Ruruka, one of Izayoi best friends.

"No...No! NO!" I scream. I started to scream even more until I saw something fall to the floor. I needed to die! I needed to be with Izayoi! I hurried over to the weapon and pick it up. I started stabbing myself in every place I could. All I could think about is Izayoi. I needed to be with him! I kept on screaming and laughing until I felt numbness and fell to the floor.

Izayoi pov

My eyes slowing open to adjust to the room. I sighed and got up. I made it but as I turned around to see Y/N...I couldn't process it. There she was on the ground covered in stab wounds. I felt tears slowly fall down my face. I run over to her and put the palm of her hand on my face.

"Y/N...." I said as I felt tears fall even more around my face. I couldn't protect her. Then I remember my forbidden action. I take a piece of candy that Ruruka gave me and put it in my mouth. I started to feel pain in my arm, the pain slowly started to reach my upper arm and head.

"Don't...worr..y....I'm....comi...ng"

Koichi Kizakura

Me and Koichi were holding hands as we stayed in a room with Kyoko, Ryota and Ruruka Koichi would re assure me every few minutes that everything will be okay. Of course I believed him. Koichi was the only one who could keep me happy and hopeful during this despair filled game. Nothing bad has really happen to us...yet. I feel like my luck on life is slowing running out. I just could sense danger. I felt like at least something bad was going to happen to one of us.

"Hey Y/N....I'm thinkin' once we get out of here, let's get married." Koichi said giving me a wink. I pushed him in a playful manner. I made sure not to push him to hard though as there may be traps still around here. I was about to say something until Ruruka fell down.

"Ah! Ruruka! Are you alright?" I walked towards and lend out my hand. Ruruka nodded and grab my hand. As I helped her up, Koichi started saying how she did this on purpose. I was silently listening to Koichi, memorize by every word he spoke untik the doors opening quickly took me out of thought.

"Huh?!" I say jumping a bit. It was Juzo. Juzo was very scary man. I backed up a bit as Jozu started to speak. Koichi quickly tried coming to my side but before he could, Jozu made him fall to the ground

"Koichi!" I started to run towards him but I didn't make it as Jozu gave me the same treatment as he did to Koichi. Jozu did the same to Ryota, Kyoko and Ruruka. I watched as Koichi threw a book at Juzo. I was surprised at Koichi sudden found strength to get up. I slowly got up as well, I watched Koichi and Juzo talk back and forth. Juzo started to run at Koichi with a knife but I couldn't let that happen. I quickly ran to block Koichi from Juzo attack until I stepped on something. I felt something large go straight threw my chest as I was pinned to the wall. I felt very dizzy.

"Y/N!" Koichi said pushing past Juzo to come toward me. Huh....so....this it what it despair feels like. Watching the world around you go by in slow motion as I loose my breathe. I will never be able to kiss Koichi ever again or hug him or...

I started to cry as my eyes started to shut. I felt one arm hug me. With all my last strength I turn to see Koichi crying. I flash him a tiny smile as I fell into darkness.

Great Gozu

I felt really bad for Gozu. Gozu lost one of his good friends Bandai. I mean Juzo didn't mean to 'kill' Bandai but it happened. I quickly check my NG code and it said 'Dont let anyone attack Gozu' This made me nervous. Instead of Gozu protecting me, I would have to protect him. There's no going back now. It's my duty as Y/N L/N, Gozu S/O to protect him! I will protect him with my life! I looked at Gozu to see how he was holding up. Gozu was very quiet, usually he would be running his mouth about protecting me. I put my hand on Gozu shoulder and smiled

"Bandai in a better place." I say. Gozu looked and me and pulled me into a hug. Gozu may seem scary but he was such a sweet guy once you got to know him. I hug Gozu back. I just wished me and Gozu we're back at our house cuddling, but that's not going to happen any time soon. We both let go much to our displeasure.

We watch as Kyosuke asked everyone to point to who's the Mastermind behind this. Me and Koichi both pointed at Miaya but Gozu didn't point at anyone.

"Then it's settled." Kyosuke said. Right then and there Juzo went to attack makoto but Gozu went to stop him.

"NO!" I scream reaching my arm out to Gozu but Juzo attacked him. It didn't matter if Juzo didn't even leave a mark, He still attacked Gozu. I started to read up!

"No..." I say as my hand started to turn purple. Gozu saw what happen and ran towards me. I was hugging myself as I felt a pain go up my arm. This was horrible. Gozu quickly pulled me into a tight hug. At least I was going to die in the arms of the person I love.

"I...Love...you.." I said kissing his mask. I could feel the tension in the air as I died.

Kyosuke Munakata

Despair filled this whole building. Everyone here was coated with a layer of despair. That's what Kyosuke told me. I believed every word of it. Makoto Naegi, the one who started this. I will make sure I murder him when I get the chance. For my love Kyosuke I will do anything even if it means killing someone. I open another door for Kyosuke so he doesn't waste his energy on stupid tasks like opening doors. We were walking until we spotted Makoto, Miaya and Aoi. Oh this will be good. I get out my knifes ready to fight. This will be easy, someone who is in a wheelchair, I know for a fact Makoto can't fight and I can easily take down Aoi.

"I got Aoi!" I started running towards her. Aoi was ready for me though. Aoi kept on dodging every one of my attacks. Out of the corner of my eye I see Kyosuke slice off Miaya head. I jump back to where he was to make sure he was okay. Kyosuke has been very quiet lately...I wonder if it's because of Chisa? Kyosuke was about to attack Makoto until I hear the sound of moving behind us. I turn around to see Miaya put her head on with her scarf.

"Huh! But how?-" I say but I was Immediately cut off by Kyosuke.

"Stay back." Kyosuke said in a stren voice. I was nervous for him. Yes Kyosuke was strong but was he strong enough to defeat a robot that cab easily put themselves back together! I watched as Kyosuke dodged every bullet send towards his way. I stood there in awe. Watching him fight for life was amazing. Right as Kyosuke finish her off, one last bullet came right to my face. The Impact was so strong it knock me down. Instead of running towards me, I watched as Kyosuke slowing just walked towards me. It's like he didn't even care at all. I felt blood drip down my face as I lay there, breathing heavily and staring at Kyosuke. Kyosuke didn't even walk to my body, he walked past it. Despair. This is despair. I can't believe this just happened. Was our whole relationship a lie? Was I just used? I never will get these questions answered though. My eyes finally shut ending any train of thought.

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Himiko is a Hero: Chapter 3

Meeting Makoto

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The cop and highschool girl pair left U.A. once the girl was able to walk again.

"Sorry again for the inconvenience Toga. I will be sure to tell the higher ups to loosen that thing's grip on you." Tsukauchi said, repeating prior promises in hopes to please the girl.

The girl, however, was on a completely different wavelength due to the previous encounters of the afternoon. Izuku. Her crush totally stuck up for her. And she got his phone number. And she got super close to stabbing him. It was the perfect day for your average blood-obsessed high school girl.

"Toga. Did you... make sure the phone number you input is correct? I'm sure Midoriya wouldn't mind a text." Tsukauchi said, resigning himself to having to connect with Toga on her level and interests.

"I gotta make it special. My first text to Izuku has to be super special." Toga said in response.

"I see..."

"Mr. Cop. Do you have a love story too? Did you make your first time special?" Toga inquired.

"F-first time?" Tsukauchi was caught off-guard by her questions and saw it as a sudden and perverse interrogation.

"Yeah yeah! Your first time texting someone you like! Hehehehe. What did you think I meant~?"

"I thought you meant... That doesn't matter! This isn't an interrogation!"

"Hehehe. You are weak to questions, huh? I can totally smell it on you."

Tsukauchi didn't give any further responses to Toga as they continued to where he lived. It was an apartment, from what Toga could tell from the outside. She followed Tsukauchi up the stairs to what was considered his space. The cop removed his key from his pocket and placed it into the lock on the door. He paused and braced himself when grabbing the door knob.

"Scared? I'm scared too when I'm meeting new people." Toga said, noting his pause.

"I didn't know you could feel scared." Tsukauchi responded in a joking manner while opening the door.

As soon as the door opened, exactly what Tsukauchi feared would happen, did. As if waiting for their arrival, a tall green eyed girl went directly from the couch in the living room to Toga the moment they stepped inside.

"Himiko Toga, correct? I'm Makoto Tsukauchi. Feel free to call me Makoto to avoid confusion. Big Brother said your Quirk is interesting and the higher ups want to keep an eye on you. Does that mean it can cause alot of harm?" the woman said in a verbal onslaught.

Toga's mind was rattled by the surprise attack allowing her to only say "No?" in an unsure manner while her hands were vigorously shook.

"Sis. Give it a break. At least let Toga relax from school before you interrogate her." said Naomasa Tsukauchi, stepping in to protect Toga.

"Just getting some info you didn't give me, Big Brother." she said beaming a smile at them both. "How about dinner then you two? Toga's first dinner at the Tsukauchi household! The cops probably only fed you instant meals, but a growing girl needs way more than that!"

Toga was still too baffled by the blinding ray of glee that Naomasa called a sister to fully take in the essay length of words that was emitted at a time. Toga found herself at a dinner table before she knew it with homecooked food placed infront of her and Naomasa at the dinner table.

"Dig in! It's a Tsukauchi Family Speciality made of-"

Before Makoto could even go into what the meal was, Toga was already digging in. Digging would be an understatement for how she ate. The way she consumed the food was more akin to "ravenous burrowing". The twin bunned girl finished in half the time it took Naomasa.

"I'll clean up!" Toga said, jumping up out of her seat.

"Let me handle that Toga. I'm not even half way done yet. Makoto will show you around the place.”

Toga’s smile turned into a frown for a moment before Makoto came over to her.

“I cleaned up the storage room and added a bed so your living space is complete!” Makoto said.

“Please don’t make it sound like we are just putting her in storage.” Naomasa replied.

“Is there a bath?” Toga asked abruptly.

“Right this way Toga.” Makoto responded, leading Toga from the dinner table to the bathroom. “There should be everything you need. Soap, towels-”

Toga didn’t wait for Makoto to finish her explanation. The sound of the bathroom door shutting got Makoto to realize this. Enjoying the time she got to herself, Toga went into stretching and undressing.

“Alone time. Now I can finally-”

Toga’s thoughts were interrupted by the door to the bathroom being opened and Makoto appearing, proudly, in a bath towel.

“I am here! To wash your back of course!” bellowed out the inquisitive girl in her best All Might impression.

The reference was wasted on Toga as she ran to shut the door.

“Nope.” Toga plainly stated, closing the door on Makoto.

“Come on Toga~. Let’s have a little girl time together.” Makoto said, holding the door open just a smidge, trying to squeeze into the bathroom.

“Nope nope nope! Alone time!” Toga responded, reaching for the lock of the door. Just had to lock it the second the door shut fully.

“It will just be a few questions about your Quirk, U.A. and why you want to be a hero. Nothing too personal.” Makoto said in an attempt to compromise with the blonde that was baring fangs at her through the small crack she was struggling to maintain.

“I’M BUSY THINKING ABOUT IZUKU! GO AWAY!” Toga shouted.

“Izuku?”

The moment that Makoto took to contemplate what Toga meant was the moment in which Toga got the door fully shut and instantly locked the door. Makoto tried knocking but got no response. After a full minute of knocking, she got the memo and left Toga alone for the time being, instead focusing on handling Toga’s belongings and clothes. An hour and a half passed before Toga exited with a calmly elated expression on her face. Makoto was instantly there to try and talk to her, but Toga fully ignored the girl’s questions and just walked away while still in just a towel and her hair down. Naomasa, through quickly closed eyes, was the first one whose words made it to the glazed over mind of Toga.

“Toga! Your room is down the hall past the bathroom! P-put some clothes on!”

Turning around from going the wrong way, she walked back down the hall as if she was a zombie in a daze.

“Makoto. Did you do something to her?” Naomasa asked his little sister after Toga found her way into the once-storage-now-bed room.

“Just tried asking her a few questions earlier. Whats up Big Bro?” she replied.

“Don’t bother her like some kind of paparazzi. The more questions thrown at her, the less she answers. Barely even got out of her the fact that her Quirk involves blood.”

“Hmmm…Thanks for the advice. I’ll try again later then. You know I never give up!”

“Maybe you should sometimes. It’s safer...” Naomasa dejectedly said while returning to cleaning the dishes.

Inside Toga’s new room, boxes of random stuff took up about 50% of the room. The boxes had been organized to the sides of the room, transforming the square room into a T shaped room from the door in terms of usable space. Straight ahead was a window and to the left of that was a small desk for school work. To the right was a twin sized bed with enough room to get in from each side. Lots of stuff was laid out on her bed with the intention to catch Toga’s attention, which it did. She went over to investigate. Firstly was her backpack beside the bed which she got her phone out of. Next the bed. On top of one pile was her underwear, washed and cleaned for her to put on. And beneath was a baby blue frilled dress with small red cherries printed intermittently on it. Toga put on the clothes in front of her and checked her phone to see how it looked.

“WAY CUTE!” she instantly thought while looking at her own smile and dress on her phone screen.

After taking a picture of herself to remember this cute gift, she checked the rest of her bed. There was one other stack of items, but this time there was a sticky note on top.

“Write your thoughts in this. The higher ups want to make sure your life at U.A. is going well. -Naomasa Tsukauchi.” was what it read.

The sticky note was attached to a single color crimson red pocket notebook. After ripping off the sticky note, Toga stared at it trying to decide what to do with it. Then it came to her. Write all about Izuku! Taking a pencil out of her backpack, she sat at the small desk opposite her bed and began scribbling away.

As night continued on, 10:00 PM came swiftly. Deciding to check in on her, Naomasa went and knocked on Toga’s door. Toga’s response was swift and preceded by an “ow” and the tumbling of a few boxes.

“I’m busy.” she said, opening the door just enough to peak her head out and see Naomasa in casual blue nightwear.

“Be sure to go to sleep early. You don’t want to be late for-”

“Ok. I’m busy.” she shut the door in his face after repeating herself.

“I’M NOT KIDDING! WRITE IN THE JOURNAL AND GO TO SLEEP EARLY!” he shouted after her.

The only response he got was another “ow” and grumbling about “the same box”.

An hour later, and after coaxing from her big brother, Makoto went to check on Toga. Knowing how to avoid repeating the mistakes of Naomasa, she opened the door to Toga’s room without knocking. She waited to see if there would be a response. After 10 seconds passed and none was given, she invited herself in. Right off the bat, she noticed boxes to her left knocked over. Makoto assigned it to Toga being clumsy and fixed them. While fixing them, she found the owner of the room with their face against the desk.

“Aw Toga. You have to sleep in your bed you know. Or else I get to do this...”

Letting her natural curiosity take over, Makoto began searching for what Toga was working on. Upon close inspection Makoto discerned that it was the red notebook.

“Don’t want you drolling on it now.”

Sliding the notebook out from under the drooling Toga’s mouth, Makoto began flipping through the pages herself. It was the least the notebook could do for it’s savior.

“3 whole pages… 6 including illustrations. All about one Izuku Midoriya… Hmmm...”

Deciding their wasn’t much more to glean from just her obsession with one boy, Makoto placed the notebook back on the desk, but in a place safe from Toga’s drool. Looking at Toga again, another issue became apparent.

“You can’t just not brush your hair before bed and expect your love interest to swoon!”

Taking matters into her own hands for Toga’s sake, Makoto went to her own room and returned with a brush to use on Toga’s naturally messy hair. It took a long time but eventually the unkempt golden lawn on Toga’s head relented to Makoto’s brush skills. She left Toga to sleep at the desk after the fight with her hair. No sense in trying to move her and risk waking her up.

The night at the Tsukauchi abode went on with the 3 people inside working on their own tasks before bedtime. By 11:30 PM, Naomasa was already asleep. When 1:00 AM came around, Makoto decided it was time to hit the hay and let her work be handled after sleep. Right after she got a drink of water. She left her room to go to the kitchen but stopped halfway through. Audible when she reached the living room was the sound of running water. Makoto tensed up.

“A burglar? At this time of night everyone should be asleep here, so it must be. But why water…?”

Makoto’s mind was flooded with questions as her movements slowed and she began sneaking through her own house to get to the kitchen. She maneuvered to the couch and hid behind it. There was a direct view to the sink in the kitchen where she saw…

“Toga. What are you doing up so late?” she blurted out while standing up.

In response to the question in pure darkness, metal clanked against metal and the blonde head of the girl at the sink slowly turned around. Her eyes, as if made exactly for this situation, pierced the darkness and glared directly at Makoto. Makoto’s whole body froze as Toga’s elliptical pupils glared at her. Then Toga spoke.

“Cleaning... I’m done now.”

Toga’s lackadaisical tone betrayed the mood of the situation. She shut off the water and turned fully towards Makoto before slowly taking steps towards her. All Makoto could see was two bright circles with black slits coming directly towards her. Or rather, past her. Toga attempted to walk past Makoto, but the latter placed a hand on the shoulder of the former.

“I just have to use my quirk and then...”

Quirk: Polygraph. The condition for activation is making physical contact! And her ability lets her “judge the authenticity” of her target’s words!

“W-why were you cleaning?” Makoto stuttered slightly, still affected by the atmosphere.

Toga yawned before giving her response.

“I wanted to clean something. So I did...” she mumbled, with her eye-lids lowering to half closed.

“Oh. Sorry, Toga. Get some good rest.” Makoto responded, letting of Toga’s shoulder and watching the girl stumble through the darkness back to her room.

“She told the truth. But why would she...” Makoto thought as she went over to the sink to check what Toga was washing. “Only knives? We didn’t use all these for dinner...”

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#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #himiko toga #toga himiko #hero!toga #chapter 3 #naomasa tsukauchi #makoto tsukauchi

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Northern Lights

LEVEL ONE

Characters: Madaline North (OC), Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Koushi Sugawara, Daichi Sawamura, Keishin Ukai, Makoto Shimada, Yusuke Takinoue, Asahi Azumane, Yuu Nishinoya, Chikara Ennoshita, Ryuunosuke Tanaka, Kinnoshita (mentioned), Narita (mentioned)

Chapter Title*: if someone wakes me up one more time, they’ll be found in the dumpster

Warnings: Violence (non-graphic)*, Name-calling, A little bit of angst but not much. If you spot anything else, please tell me!

[NOTE: Normal is Japanese and Bold is Spanish]

Quiet beeping jumped her out of her thoughts, making Madaline turn on her side to look at the phone-esque gadget. Sighing at the screen, she grabbed her hoodie and brown combat boots and left, keys and the gadget in her hand.

[CELESTIAL DETECTED: PORCUPINE: MUSTAFU]

One day, that’s all I want. An aurora* fox trotted along next to her silently, looking around at his fellow spirits as they followed her as well. The dot on the gadget (called the Celestial Detection Phone, or CDP for short) was in an alleyway, thankfully. Turning into the said alley, the blonde immediately hid behind a dumpster, seeing a group of thugs trying to tug the poor spirit out from its hiding place.

“C’mon, you little shit, we just want to know what you look like.” A scowl grew on her face at their words. There were three, I believe. Taking out her collapsible staff, Madaline spun around the corner of the dumpster she was hiding behind and threw it like a javelin. It hit the side of one guy’s head, and by the time the trio looked over, there was a stumbling blonde in front of them, swinging yet another staff into their stomachs. They ran away like little bitches.

“I hope they don’t report you.” The kind girl held out her hand, waiting for the animal to come out. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” The porcupine, who looked way too small for an adult, crawled out shivering. “Oh no, you must’ve died young.” Madaline frowned, then smiled weakly. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” The baby porcupine, currently completely white, climbed up on her hand, nuzzling her fingers. Madaline closed her green eyes, taming the baby, making it turn an aurora color.

It cooed ‘smiling’ up at its new owner. She smiled back, putting him on her shoulder. Walking down the alleyway to leave, she checked the time. 5:53 am already? Pouting, she felt the porcupine climb up to her head. Putting her headphones in so as to not look like a lunatic, she continued her way down to her home to get ready for school. “What should I call you?” The animal on her head cooed again. “I’ll call you Tiny, then.” Her other Celestials joined the duo, excited to have a baby among the group. Hera, a black panther spirit, beckoned Tiny to go onto her back, to which he complied, snuggling into her coat. The fox from before climbed up onto his owner’s shoulders.

“What do I need to do today, again?” Rolling her right sleeve up, she read the writing.

School

Work

Don’t forget to update the Celestial files

Nodding to herself, Madaline walked into her home, dropped Felix off and got ready for school. I also have the reminders on my phone.

I have a few assignments due today, I also need to talk to Midoriya about his workout routine. The green haired boy’s visage appeared in her mind as she brushed her teeth. He obviously became stronger, it’s a wonder how nobody else saw it. After putting on her black Converse and grabbing her satchel, she paused at the doorway, groaning as she doubled back to grab her lunch. I hope I’m not forgetting something.

Once again, the class was too rowdy and loud, making Madaline turn up her music and continue to read her book, masking her presence even more. This is how it usually went, she would ignore most of her classmates, and they would ignore her. By the time they left, her ears were still ringing from their chatter. Getting up, she knocked on Midoriya’s desk, smiling at him when he looked up skittishly.

“Hey, Midoriya-kun.”

“N-North-san!” The fellow freckled boy screamed, making her flinch at his volume. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I was just wondering what’s your workout routine?” The blonde tilted her head.

“Oh, I just found it online, I thought it would be useful for Yuuei.” Izuku stuttered out.

“Ah, alright, thanks!” She cheered, jogging out.

“Hey, spirit bitch, what did Deku tell you?” A familiar bomb quirked boy growled behind her.

“Why should I tell you of all people?” Madaline hissed back, turning around to look at Bakugou, eyes narrowed.

“Because I can make your fucking life a living hell.” The ash blonde suggested.

“What a coincidence, so can I.” The sarcasm seemed to throw him off. The duo stared at each other, in a temporary standoff.

“I heard you’re going to do homeschooling after this year.” Bakugou finally spoke.

“Wow, you spoke a sentence without cussing!” She tried to avoid the topic by using sarcasm.

“I’m taking that as a fucking yes.” He grumbled, brushing past the short girl. “Just stay out of my way, spirit bitch.”

Madaline just watched as he left before leaving herself. Geez, he acts as if the world is out to get him, the pompous fucker. She huffed, her hands tightening around the satchel straps, letting a cat spirit rub against her, taking away most of her frustration.

As she walked towards The Elemental Crows’ Hero Agency, she kept a hand on her CDP, waiting for a notification to interrupt her calm walk. Nothing, thankfully. Getting her ID out, she scanned it as she walked in, immediately being greeted by a few sidekicks and interns, sending her own greeting back, she called through the agency. “I’m here!” More sidekicks and interns smiled at the teen’s antics.

Calmly walking up the wide stairs to the elevator, she called to a friend of hers, who was an intern. “Hey, Suga, are any of the Crows here?”

“I think Mizu, Fire, and Chikyu are here. I can text them if you want.” The kind senpai answered.

“Nah, I want my entrance to be a surprise.” The duo laughed then said goodbye to each other. Daichi walked out the elevator as she went in, they shared a high-five. After she walked back out, now on the top floor where the heroes that own the building and their interns offices are, Madaline trotted right upto the door with a flame that had crow wings sprouting from it, hearing the three heroes Suga talked about. Knocking, the blonde waited.

“Yes?” A gruff man with piercings answered the door, only to get a tick mark when he saw who it was. “And where the hell have you been?!”

Ukai roughly placed his hand on her head, rubbing. “Hey, watch the hair! I was at school y’know!”

“Keishin, stop teasing the poor girl.” Takinoue finally stepped in, smiling as he hugged her.

“Yeah, Keishin, she’s a third year now, remember?” Shimada threw his two cents in.

“Hmph, I guess I’ll let it slide.” The trio of heroes looked at the newcomer, a small, aurora porcupine. “A new Celestial, huh?”

“It’s cute!” Shimada cheered petting the happy animal.

“Yep, meet Tiny.” The men deadpanned, making Madaline pout.

“Has it’s quirk appeared yet?” Takinoue held his hand out for Tiny to climb on.

“No, but it’ll take a while to show, I believe he died when he was three or early four.” The freckled girl smiled mimicking the baby’s coo.

“Alright, you know where your lab is, go on.” Ukai gestured for her to leave. “Oh, and can you check on Asahi real quick? We gave him a lot of paperwork.”

“Yeah, totally!” Letting Tiny come back to her, Madaline jogged off, going to the office down the hall and to the right with two theater masks, one looking scared, the other being transparent. “Asa-kun! Can I come in?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, come on in North-chan.” A soft but deep voice answered.

“I’m going to make some drinks after work, do you want something?” The green eyed girl peeked in, her bright eyes meeting his timid look.

“Can I get some peach tea if it’s not too much?” He looked back down at his work, a pile of paperwork next to him.

“It’s not, do you need help with work?” Madaline sat in the seat in front of him, grabbing a pen.

“No, I can do it on my own, thank you though.” The brunet smiled at her focused look. Cute. He went back to work, the girl’s almost non-existent presence calming him. He frowned, remembering the fight he had with Nishinoya earlier that month.

“It’s not your fault, you know.” Madaline spoke, writing peach tea just below her list of things to do. “The loss and the fight. Many heroes have lost battles, don’t let it define you, okay?”

Asahi was silent for a few minutes, the words getting soaked in his heart. “Alright.” He looked at his letter of resignation. Looks like I’m staying a hero. He went to shred it, but the short girl already grabbed it.

“Give this to Noya, he would love to burn this.” The duo laughed.

“You’d be a great hero.” Asahi grabbed the paper, getting up from his desk to go to the elevator.

“Nah, I have animals to take care of.” A frown bit at her lips, but she brushed it off.

“They’re in the meeting room, and I’m coming with you to take pictures!”

“It’s not to get out of work, is it?” They got in the elevator as they spoke.

“No!” A few seconds later, she was running out the elevator to throw up aurora colored mist. “Yes.” Madaline pouted.

“Okay, you can come with, but we are going to watch over you, alright?” Asahi chuckled.

“Fine.” They walked into the Senshi Unit: Karasuno ‘meeting’ room. Everyone was, surprisingly, there.

“Heyo, everyone!” Madaline smiled, speeding up so she could Will Smith meme Asahi. He only covered his face with the paper, as everyone stood silently.

“Um, Nishinoya, wanna burn this?” Everything was silent for a few minutes, but the mentioned boy cheered, excitedly taking the paper. Lighting crackled around it, and everyone watched it burn with wicked eyes, making the poor ‘ace’ shake.

“Alright, I’m going to work now!” She tried to run to her lab, but was caught by Daichi, who held her up like a cat caught by the scruff of their neck. Felix, the fox spirit, snickered, putting Tiny on his back, while Nina, the cat, shook her head in disappointment.

“Asahi told me that you need to be watched, again?” He smiled ‘kindly’.

“Maybe.” Madaline smiled nervously in response.

Ennoshita stepped in front of her, giving her his chastising glance, tearing another response from her. “Fine, you guys can come.”

“Thank you.” The Karasuno captain nodded. The group walked alongside her, talking animatedly, and Ennoshita, Kinoshita, and Narita had to go do some paperwork, so it was just the six of them. Getting into her lab, which was on the third floor, they immediately stood on the sidelines, watching her work.

Madaline placed Tiny on the island in the middle, tapping the surface with two fingers, making a touchable hologram pop up. Going over to the ‘Celestial Files’ box, she expanded it, the other boxes moving away. Pressing the ‘+’ button, she directed the new spirit to a small pad, letting him off after scanning him.

Name: Tiny

Type: Small

Quirk: Unknown

Animal: Porcupine

Age: 3 or 4

Notes:

Coos when excited and loves attention. Found in the alleyway near the Seijoh Hero Agency, three thugs around him. Do not leave alone.

Most likely could have developed social, separation, and normal anxiety if he was allowed to live longer.

“How many applications have you guys gotten?” Madaline said as she typed.

“Four, applications close tomorrow.” Suga called, looking over the applications. “We got that ‘King of Shadows’ guy.”

“From Kitagawa Daiichi?” Tanaka leaned in.

“Man, I wish I didn’t get suspended.” Nishinoya pouted, crossing his arms.

“It’s okay, Noya! You’ll be able to make a grand entrance when you meet the first years!” Madaline cheered him up.

“Yeah!” He cheered. Madaline uploaded the file to the folder.

“I’m done, can we get something to eat?” She jumped up to Daichi, looking like an excited child.

“Yes, Tanaka, can you text Ennoshita what we’re doing?” The buzzcut haired boy nodded, following as the group left. Suga helped her lock up.

The day continued like that, just hanging out with her friends and trying to avoid the topic of future heroes.

Hero, huh? Madaline thought that night, laying down in her bed. There’s no way! I have the celestials and all the work I have to put in to protect them. With a huff, she turned on her side and fell asleep.

“You’d be a good hero.”

*: There won’t always be a chapter title, so be on the lookout for that!

*: The violence scenes will become more graphic the further I get into the story.

*: You guys know the Northern Lights down in Norway? That’s what I mean when I say “aurora”.

Small note, not very important, Madaline is part Latina, so she speaks Spanish, but as I, the author, don’t, the parts where she speaks in Spanish will be in bold to avoid conflict and butchering words. Thank you for understanding!

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“Fira-sensei doesn’t look it, but she’s a romantic,” said Junko. “Well, judging by the manga that she reads. If you cosplay her favourite couple, that will be sure to up your chances.”

Summary: The class takes part in a costume contest for Halloween. Togami reluctantly goes along with it. Pairings: TogaFuka (Byakuya Togami x Touko Fukawa) Word Count: 8604 Comments: This was written for the Halloween Tofu thing. Sorry it’s late!

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Today was a rare day when Kiyotaka didn’t have to round up certain members of their class so everyone was in full attendance. Despite lessons being optional, some people usually attended anyway, such as Makoto, Aoi and Byakuya, but the likes of Leon, Yasuhiro and the twins sauntered into the room on this particular morning without Kiyotaka having to run out ten minutes before their homeroom teacher was due to arrive.

Byakuya narrowed his eyes at Junko as she sat at her desk. He couldn’t feel Touko’s gaze drilling into the back of his head, and she was there, right behind him like everyday, so she must have been observing how lively the classroom was today too.

Something had to be up.

“Wow, everyone’s actually here,” commented Makoto, pointing out the obvious.

“Didn’t you hear, Naegi-chi?” asked Yasuhiro as he slid onto his chair from the side, two desks to the right of Makoto.

“Hear what?” Makoto asked back.

Yasuhiro looked past Sayaka and gave a small wave. “Fira-sensei is going to make some sort of announcement for Halloween, ‘right?”

Makoto offered a blank stare. Byakuya rolled his eyes and adjusted his hold on his book. He skimmed through to find his place again, and then resumed reading it.

“Nobody told you?” said Yasuhiro incredulously.

The book was in the detective genre.

Aoi, seated in front of Sayaka, twisted around in her chair and slapped herself on the forehead.

“I knew I left someone out!” she said, though if that was her reaction to forgetting one person, she needed to do it again because Byakuya hadn’t been informed. However, she might not have forgotten in Byakuya’s case.

Anyway, they had just discovered the victim’s body, in his book.

“Geez, Naegi, you need to wear something distinguishable, like a hoodie,” said Aoi. “Yesterday, I was helping Fira-sensei put away the cones after track, and she was saying how she wishes that we got involved in stuff outside of classes more, and I said people usually like to do stuff if there are prizes, and then she said she had an idea for us for nearer Halloween but she wouldn’t say what until homeroom today.”

When Byakuya glanced up, Aoi had lifted her chin and held out her fists in front of her. Eyes merely obeyed orders and reflected light, but somehow, hers bore a sparkle like the beam of light on the ceiling flickered, faulty.

“Afterwards, I tried to tell everyone, because it has to be something cool,” added Aoi. “Like... maybe it’s a group project, or a festival, or a party where we bring in awesome delicacies like frosted donuts.”

Everyone else seemed to have come to a similar conclusion. Mondo, Junko and Leon checked their phones, only letting the screens fade to black for a few seconds at a time, for once impatient for their teacher to arrive. Yasuhiro leaned back in his chair, feet on the desk, and tracked the thinnest hand on the analog clock on the wall be jerked around in a rotation. Makoto scrutinised it as well, and Byakuya didn’t realise that he had zoned out on it too until a perky voice piped up.

“The more you stare, the longer it’ll feel like it takes for a minute to pass,” Sayaka said, sat behind Aoi and between Makoto and Yasuhiro.

Makoto twitched and then stroked the back of his neck. Byakuya blinked and settled on a grimace.

Sayaka grinned, verging on a giggle, and tapped herself on the chin. Seconds later, her expression sobered. “I wonder what it could be?” she mused.

Fortunately, they didn’t have to wait long. Fira-sensei strode into the room with her head held high and with her brunette bob carrying a recently washed sheen. She had barely been standing by her desk, setting down a folder, when voices bombarded her, talking over one another.

“One at a time, please,” she said, looking around and patting the air like extinguishing a small fire.

Kiyotaka fell silent first. His hand shot up, arm straight.

Fira-sensei pointed at him. “Ishimaru-kun?”

He stood up.

“I don’t want to indulge in rumours, but Asahina-kun,” right away with the name drop, “informed me that you had a special announcement to give today.”

“Huh?”

“You mentioned it yesterday,” Aoi clarified, dispelling the haze of confusion in Fira-sensei’s eyes.

“Oh, right!” Fira-sensei’s face lit up and she snapped her fingers. “Yes. Okay, so I thought that we could have a party on Halloween to celebrate how hard you’ve all been working, and maybe help me get to know a side of you that my teaching plan doesn’t get to show off.”

Some people in the class most likely didn’t deserve to be rewarded for the effort, or lack of, put out so far. Leon cupped his hands behind his head with a bored frown.

The fourth chapter of Byakuya’s book started on the next page.

“It will be fancy dress too,” Fira-sensei said while Kyouko’s shoulders slumped and Celes fished out a textbook from her bag. “You’ve all got two weeks to come up with a costume and whoever, or whichever group, has the one I end up liking the most will win a prize.”

Kyouko lifted her head by a fraction. “What’s the prize?”

Not many prizes would satisfy everyone. Some would appeal to many, like a cash prize would work for Celes and Yasuhiro but not for Byakuya and Touko, and a trophy might catch the attention of Aoi and Kiyotaka while Leon and Kyouko could have taken it or left it with the same feeling for both results.

However, Fira-sensei tapped her nose and said, “It’s a surprise,” and that stayed in their minds, like a fly trapped in an empty classroom.

Four days after the announcement, Byakuya went to the library once his final class of the day had come to an end. After claiming an unoccupied table, he had got to work answering some practice questions on an old English novel borrowed from the library, and roughly an hour after he arrived, he happened to look up while prodding his glasses in the same direction.

Makoto blighted his vision, growing larger as he approached Byakuya’s table.

Byakuya’s jaw clenched and he assumed Makoto had come to spend time with him, so he braced himself, but halfway there, Makoto diverted his path and instead wandered over to a bookcase that Sayaka was crouched next to, and he walked up to her with a dopey smile that brought out a scoff from Byakuya that went unnoticed.

Sayaka didn’t raise her head but hearing him, or maybe just sensing his presence, she chirped, “Hi, Naegi-kun.”

She continued skimming a manicured finger across book spines.

“It’s ‘The Wind in The Willows’,” she said before the question probably even popped into Makoto’s head. For a few more seconds, she continued searching the row, and then she straightened up, lowered her hand to her thigh, turned away from the bookcase and shrugged. “Oh, well, I can just ask to borrow someone else’s copy. Fukawa-san might own one, so when she is done at her book club, I’ll ask.”

“Y-Yeah,” said Makoto, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s intuition, not mind-reading, so don’t look so scared,” she said with the closest to a smirk as someone like her could get. “What’s up?”

He moved his hand away from his neck and dropped it to his side.

“Um... It’s nothing urgent. I was just wondering, Maizono-san, if you decided what you’re going to dress up as for Fira-sensei’s party.”

The party. Try as Byakuya might, and believe him, he did try, he couldn’t avoid hearing about it. Byakuya already knew too much about it, like Mondo, Kiyotaka, Hifumi and Chihiro were going as some mutated terrapin teenagers, and Junko had bragged about how she and Mukuro would wear something that would set a standard for all future parties, and Aoi and Sakura had spilled glitter over Sakura’s desk on one occasion, nearly twice.

Usually, Byakuya expressed distaste at Touko’s presence in his corner of the classroom, but at least she didn’t mention the party, and so, he had not felt as annoyed by it as he normally would. Her heavy breathing and frog-like eyes were almost welcomed. Encouraged.

Unaware of Byakuya’s thoughts, Makoto said to Sayaka, “I was thinking about being Izuku Midoriya.”

Her vacant stare induced a nervous laugh and a self-imposed head scratch.

“It’s from an anime,” he explained. “If you don’t have anything planned, I thought, maybe, you could go as someone from the same anime? There’s a girl in it called Ochako Uraraka who I think you’d be great as.”

“I don’t watch much anime,” admitted Sayaka. She placed a hand close to her chin and curled her fingers, creating a fist. “And... I would love to, but I’m already set for what I’m going as. I was going to keep it secret, but you told me what you were going as, so it’s only fair that I tell you. And we’re friends, so that’s okay? Right?”

Makoto pressed his lips together and nodded. Byakuya returned to his book a lot later than he ought to have done.

“Well, yesterday, I asked Kirigiri-san about what she had planned, and she said she had no interest in taking part... so we agreed to go as Sherlock and Watson. You know...” Sayaka paused, and Byakuya’s eyes darted up to see why. She tilted her head to one side. “From the TV show? There are some books on it too.”

“... Yeah, I know,” said Makoto. He hitched up his fallen shoulders. “That sounds neat, Maizono-san. I’m glad you could get Kirigiri-san motivated too.”

Byakuya clicked his tongue. They turned their heads toward him. There was no point pretending that the noise hadn’t come from him, and he felt no shame in making it, so he reciprocated eye contact.

“Hi, Togami-kun,” said Sayaka. She wiggled her fingers in his direction. “We were just discussing what we were going to wear at Fira-sensei’s party on Halloween.”

“I heard,” said Byakuya.

“What are you going as, Togami-kun?” asked Makoto.

“Are you just performing pleasantries or is that a serious question?” Byakuya narrowed his eyes. Makoto didn’t answer fast enough, so almost immediately after, Byakuya added, “Obviously, I’m not going.”

Sayaka’s brow creased. “Oh? Why not?”

“Why not?” Byakuya repeated with none of the good intentions that Sayaka had. He put down his book and rose to his feet. “Let’s see, shall we? Whatever the prize is, I can obtain ten of them, and Halloween is for Americans, children and otakus. I refuse to take part.”

“It’ll be fun,” Makoto promised with unwarranted authority, but he didn’t sound too convinced. It seemed he knew Byakuya on some level, then, at least.

Byakuya didn’t walk over to them, exactly, but in order to leave the library, he strode past them, and he tucked the book that Sayaka had been searching for into the bookcase.

“Please, Togami-kun,” said Makoto, but Byakuya silenced him before he said anything else by showing Makoto the palm of his hand.

“I’m not stopping either of you from going, so stop your bleating,” Byakuya said. After that, he left them in a silent conversation carried out by large eyes and closed mouths that drooped at the ends, which he glimpsed as he turned into the corridor outside.

His satchel bounced against his leg in accompaniment to his brisk footfalls. Other students passed Byakuya, but they might as well have had blue skin and no eyes or teeth for all the attention he paid them.

A Halloween party... how childish.

At least, Byakuya assumed. He hadn’t been allowed to be a child for very long.

During homeroom the next day, Fira-sensei sashayed over to everyone’s desks one at a time, her loafers meeting the floor quieter than the rain that drummed outside. Each time, she asked the same question.

“Have you made good progress on your costume?”

The answers she received varied more, from affirmatives to shrugs to gestures toward fabric laid out in front. Byakuya’s desk was by the window, and Fira-sensei started on the other side of the room, and as he was near the back, him and Touko were at the end of her winding path.

“Have you made good progress on your costume?” she asked Byakuya once she stationed herself next to his desk.

“I don’t need a costume,” he said, facing forward.

Fira-sensei pressed a row of knuckles against her hip and quirked her brow. “Why not?”

He kept his gaze straight ahead. “I have little to gain from participating. I don’t enjoy dressing up in childish costumes, I don’t enjoy the atmosphere and whatever you intend to be a prize is something I can obtain by my own hand.”

“Y-Yeah,” Touko dared say now. “We’re not children. I would much rather spend my time on other things, l-like planning my next chapter or my future with Byakuya-sama.”

“Those would have to be the same thing, as that’s the only way it could happen,” said Byakuya.

Fira-sensei’s mouth pinched, but not for the same reason as Byakuya’s mouth had, even if they both were expressing disapproval.

“Oh yeah?” said Fira-sensei. She parked her other hand against her hip, pushed back her shoulders and raised her voice. “Attention, everyone!”

There was still chatter.

“In regards to the party...”

Voices died out quickly.

“... some of you don’t seem enthusiastic, so I’m going to reveal what one of the prizes is.” She brandished a finger. “Yes, I said one, because I’m going to be adding some more prizes than originally planned. Everyone who participates will receive extra credit, but the winner... or winners... will be allowed to excuse themselves from the winter run.”

As if this was all happening in a story, lightning struck outside.

The class had only heard of the winter run from other students. Every winter, apparently, Fira-sensei and Yukizome-sensei would take their classes on a brutal run sometime in winter. It was how they made the class sizes smaller, was what some students claimed without proof, but Hope’s Peak was very good at keeping secrets, so it could have been true.

For example, there was the murderous alter that resided in the student behind Byakuya. Still. Who attended their class. Still.

Celes raised a hand. “Pardon me, but aren’t lessons optional? What stops us from opting out of the winter run regardless?”

“Lessons are optional, but tests and exams aren’t,” Fira-sensei countered. “The winter run counts as an exam, and the winner of this contest will be rewarded a top grade without having to do the run. The higher ups require us to make sure you’re all in fit condition and they want to study your endurance. Some of the reserve course guys do it too, and we compare the results.”

She bowed.

“That’s all,” she said. “Please prepare for your first lesson.”

After that development, the room buzzed.

“I can’t do it,” said Kiyotaka, face crumpled. “To enable my classmates to receive a grade that they did not work for... would be a disservice to the educational system and for what I stand for. It would damage their morale if they won...”

“... It really wouldn’t,” said Mondo.

“Therefore,” Kiyotaka bobbed his head, “I resign from my spot.”

“But you can’t!” Hifumi spluttered. “W-Who’ll be Leonardo?”

Meanwhile, Byakuya stared at his reflection and tapped his fingers against his desk, joining the rain in its percussion.

On a grey, Saturday afternoon, Byakuya pressed his finger against the button on the intercom beside Junko’s door and waited for it to open. When it was pulled to, it wasn’t Junko’s face that popped out but one similar, with a rash of freckles and eyes more washed out. If this had been their first time meeting each other, and if she had been wearing a wig, Byakuya might have mistaken Mukuro for her twin sister.

“Ikusaba,” he hailed.

“Can I help you?” asked Mukuro in a mumble more delicate than one would expect from someone bearing the title of ‘soldier’. Even if ‘Super High School Level’ preceded it.

“I doubt you would be of any help in this instance,” he said. “I want to speak to your sister.”

Mukuro breathed in.

“Who’s there?” Instead of Mukuro, Junko called out, and some heavy footsteps later, she appeared next to Mukuro. She slung an arm over Mukuro’s shoulders. “Oh, it’s you! What can I do for ya?”

Byakuya began to explain. “The Halloween party is next week and - ”

Junko clutched herself and burst out laughing. “Were you seriously going to answer? I know why you’re here.” She shut up and narrowed one eye, grinning. “Let me guess, you bet one of the other prizes is going to be a date with Fira-sensei, or a pair of her panties. Don’t get your hopes up - she’s not into your type. Or should I say, your kind.”

He scowled.

“I’m only interested in skipping the winter run,” he said with as much coldness as would be experienced on the run. “I want to know what sorts of costumes you have in your possession.”

“Beg,” she said huskily.

Not much surprised Byakuya, and he wouldn’t have said this surprised him, but he did hesitate. “What?”

She raised her chin, not breaking eye contact. “Beg.”

His nostrils flared. He remained silent.

“Don’t you know what begging is?” asked Junko. Still receiving no response, she said, “Big Sis, show him.”

Junko slapped Mukuro on the back. Hard. Mukuro’s upper body lurched forward like she was about to perform a forward roll, but her feet remained rooted to the spot, and she straightened up soon enough.

“W-What?” said Mukuro.

“Can’t you hear me? Your Dumbo ears should catch more sound than the average human’s.” Junko gestured to Byakuya, who observed the two of them with his arms folded over his chest. “Show Togami-kun how to beg.”

Showing all of her teeth in a cross between a grin and a predator intimidating its prey, Junko grabbed Mukuro by the top of her head and pushed down, forcing Mukuro to her knees.

“J-Junko-chan,” Mukuro whimpered, humiliated pink. It seemed to be that colour - it might have been a different shade, one that Byakuya stuck his nose up at, that crawled underneath his skin.

“Bark,” said Junko, savouring the word on her pointy tongue.

Mukuro hunched her shoulders. “Bark... bark...”

“That’s enough!” That came out louder than Byakuya intended. “I thought you would be able to help me, but you’re just an airheaded ditz, after all. Bye.”

Junko let go of Mukuro’s head and reached toward him. “I was just teasing you both. Geez!“

Byakuya spun on his heel and started to walk.

“I have wigs, and contacts, both for the eyes and people who could get you what you need for your costume,” Junko called after him, but that didn’t sway him. Right, left, right, left. “And if you want to win Fira-sensei over, you’ll want to do a couple cosplay.”

Against his better judgment, he stopped.

“Why?” he asked.

“Fira-sensei doesn’t look it, but she’s a romantic,” said Junko. “Well, judging by the manga that she reads. If you cosplay her favourite couple, that will be sure to up your chances.”

Byakuya peered at her from over his shoulder. She was smiling with her eyes and her lips. Mukuro dusted her skirt, still flushed in the face but her expression blank. What Junko said made sense, but...

He pushed up his glasses.

“Why should I believe you?” he asked. “Don’t you want to win?”

Junko prodded herself in the chin and screwed her finger against it, pouting, and put on a sickly sweet voice, softening any hard syllables. “My costume is weally good and I’m goin’ to win anyway, so I might as well help! I’m the bestest helperer in the whole, whole class.”

Chalking up her behaviour to a life of being pampered for just looking pretty and to growing up without a stern, no nonsense role model, he turned his head forward again.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Byakuya said, and he overheard them as he strode away.

“... Why did you help him?” asked Mukuro.

“Sorry,” said Junko. “I don’t speak fat, stupid or ugly.”

Rather than have lunch in the cafeteria or in his room, Byakuya remained at his desk. In less than a week, the costume competition would start. Before, between and after classes, many of the students worked on their costumes, trying to do so especially when Fira-sensei was present to show how much work they had put into their craft. At Makoto’s desk, Sayaka compared different blue swatches while Makoto, Mondo, Hifumi and Chihiro crowded around, hanging onto her every word, and Aoi and Sakura tried to cram Yasuhiro’s hair into a purple cap with an upside down ‘L’ on a patch on the front.

The only person other than Byakuya not working on their costume sat behind Byakuya. Touko hadn’t brought her costume in at any point so far, and he didn’t know if she had even started it yet, assuming one existed. Earlier in the competition, he overheard Aoi ask if she wanted to join their group, and Touko had snarled her reply, and since then, no one had either bothered or dared try again.

Byakuya held no reservations. He knew what he wanted to say, and what needed to be done, and he didn’t feel shy or scared or other weak emotions. When he turned his head, he saw Touko absorbed in her notebook, writing like the friction of pen and paper charged a generator that kept her afloat. Never in his life had he felt shy or scared or other weak emotions, yet his tongue caught on his teeth for a poignant fraction of a second as he uttered a particular name.

“Fukawa,” he said.

She didn’t answer. Her aubergine braids coiled on the desk, dormant, asleep, even with the charm of his voice. With her head bent forward, he couldn’t see her eyes, couldn’t see if they were glazed over or raging with fervour. Couldn’t see if her lips were parted or chewed or if the tip of her tongue peeked out. Otherwise predictable, at least to him, she could contort her features into a range of expressions, without the heed and control that others had.

“Fukawa,” he said again.

A spasm danced in Touko’s hand. She jerked her head up. “Byakuya-sama?”

“What costume do you intend to wear for the competition?” he asked, but he knew what he was going to say regardless of her answer. It was the same thing.

Touko’s clammy fingers fiddled with her pen.

“I’m just going for the extra credit... as Medusa,” she said. Her eyes flickered. “She fell in love with a god, and was punished by Athena... made hideously ugly...”

“She fell in love with Poseidon. Yes, I am aware of Greek mythology,” he replied. He rested his arm on the back of his chair and faced her slightly more full on. “Fukawa... How would you like to team up with me instead?”

“T-Team...?” Touko’s eyes went wide before narrowing and a smile spread over her face. She cupped her cheeks that flooded with a pink that flipped in his stomach.

“Yes,” he said, grimacing. “Me and...”

“H-Hold on... Let’s not rush. I don’t want to wake up yet...”

“This isn’t a dream,” he said. He flicked his head. “Now, will you combine forces with me or not?”

“Combine!” she squeaked.

Byakuya’s jaw tightened. “Yes, then.”

As expected, Hifumi was in the art room like many other evenings, and less expected but not surprising, he was joined by Celes. Prior to Touko’s and Byakuya’s arrival, the only other person there apart from them was a girl, sculpting rather than sketching. She didn’t acknowledge either of them, carving wrinkles into a head sculpture.

Touko followed Byakuya to the table that Hifumi was hunched over at. Celes turned her gaze to them but it bounced off Byakuya, while Hifumi continued sketching with thick fingers that fumbled with most other tasks, like brewing tea to Celes’s exact demands. She sipped as she spectated.

“Oi,” greeted Byakuya. “Yamada.”

Hifumi twitched as the line that he was drawing came to an abrupt end.

“Togami Byakuya-dono!” said Hifumi with a jolt. Despite his jump, he didn’t straighten, and he adjusted his glasses so they didn’t sit askew on his flat nose. “Have you unlocked this interaction with me, or is it the other way around?”

Someone needed to learn their place, but that would have to wait for another time. Byakuya set his hand flat against the table and applied a bit of weight to it.

“You are knowledgeable in different genres of manga,” he said. “You know what sort of manga Fira-sensei reads, yes?”

“... I do,” said Hifumi, and he put down his pencil. “Sometimes, I give her recommendations... I like to use my expertise to help those in need.”

“For this competition that Fira-sensei is running, I wish to dress in a couple costume with Fukawa,” Byakuya explained. “You need to tell me which pairing we should go as to appeal to her tastes.”

Hifumi held up an index finger and angled his head in a way that hid his beetle eyes from view, behind lenses reflecting white.

“My time has finally come,” he said in a hushed tone. “I have longed for this day that could only exist in fanfiction...”

His fingertips pattered together with glee. Then he kept them still and squinted.

“But why should I help you?” asked Hifumi. “I would like to get out of the winter run as much as you would. Us three are not unalike in that regard. As meganes, we exist for the arts, for the knowledge, not for exercise.”

Byakuya’s nose wrinkled. “Don’t compare us.”

“Y-Yeah,” Touko snapped. “You’re just a sweaty pig whose only exercise is your right hand under the sheets your mother just cleaned. Don’t align yourself with Byakuya-sama and I, you filthy otaku...”

Hifumi clenched his hands into fists, teeth pressed tightly together.

A sigh escaped Byakuya. With reluctance, he touched his fingers against the bridge of his glasses and said, “If you help us, I will permit you to be in our group.”

“Huh?” Touko’s anger popped. She looked frantically between the two, several times, but found no smirk of a punchline. “W-We’re involving other people?”

“Shut up, Fukawa,” said Byakuya, too impatient for his usual venom. “What do you say, Yamada?”

“My happiness comes from the kindness around me and unfortunately for you, I am already in a group, one that does not make such crass insults toward me,” said Hifumi. He jiggled his glasses. “We already had Ishimaru Kiyotaka-dono drop out and had to replace him with Naegi Makoto-dono. I can’t let my friends down too. Friendship is a more reliable tool than a knife. Therefore, you will need to bribe me with something else.”

Hifumi stroked himself on the chin and when he stopped, he had a grin that any bigger, any sharper, it would have punctured his cheeks.

“Be prepared for a trading quest that would tire even the most determined of hylians,” he warned them.

Celes set her cup down onto her saucer. It clinked.

“Or I could be of help,” she piped up, and she didn’t ask if Byakuya was interested. “Have you heard of a franchise called Magical Girl Raising Project?”

“No,” said Byakuya.

Her eyes twinkled as she pressed her fist against her lips. Byakuya did not like this.

“Well, if you want to appeal to Fira-sensei’s interests, then I recommend you do something from that,” said Celes.

He twitched his head back, eyeing her with suspicion. “And why would you want to help me?”

Celes raised her eyebrows. “Can’t it be because we’re friends?”

“No.”

She laughed delicately behind her hand, each note well-chosen, before lowering her hand to her lap. Her lashes fluttered. “You know, Togami-kun, you’re not as different to Fukawa-san as you believe.”

He clucked but didn’t object out loud, and he certainly didn’t care to hear about what assumptions Celes had made. Touko wrung her hands together.

“Your idea of kindness is really like that of a business, isn’t it?” said Celes, moving on. “If you must know, on the off-chance that you win, you will think of me, won’t you? That would sweeten my loss as it would sour yours, and I can be content with that. However, I doubt that you would win, even with your shadow behind you.”

“B-Bitch,” muttered Touko.

Celes didn’t stop smiling, though it faded slightly, and picked up her cup, nearly empty by then. “Yamada-kun will even make your costumes.”

“I have staff for that,” said Byakuya. He could design outfits, but he couldn’t sew them, and the outfits that he designed were for formal occasions. Not for high school parties.

“And I have a deadline,” Hifumi cut in.

A cold smile from Celes froze the rest of Hifumi’s objections. They fragmented in his mouth, shards that stabbed as he tried to talk so he fell silent.

“But are they Super High School Level?” she asked Byakuya, like Hifumi never spoke.

She let a beat pass.

“Yamada-kun is actually rather good at making clothes from scratch, and until our school enrolls a Super High School Level Cosplayer, he’s the best you’re going to get, particularly at short notice. He will make your costumes, and as a reward, I will let him have a couple cosplay with me,” she said.

“B-But... my friends,” said Hifumi weakly.

Celes’s chilling smile was enough to turn his skin blue.

“R-Right!” Hifumi said. “What should I wear, Mistress?”

Byakuya rolled his eyes.

So much for friendship.

A few hours before the party was due to start, someone rang the intercom by Byakuya’s door. When he pulled the door open, not only was Hifumi there but Touko too, a pair that though people might associate them with the other, if they could help it, would have nothing to do with each other.

In Hifumi’s arms was a large box that Byakuya snatched from him. He poked out his head and investigated the corridor. Everyone in the class had a room on the same floor, and currently, the coast was clear.

“Finally,” said Byakuya. “And it’s totally finished?”

Hifumi bowed his head. “I promise you, Togami Byakuya-dono, that you will find it to a more than satisfactory standard.”

Byakuya turned his attention to Touko, who aimed to reassure him with a nod of her own.

“I did just as you asked, Byakuya-sama,” she told him. “The only rags in it are intentional... One outfit is based on Cinderella, and the other, Prince Charming.”

Hifumi puffed out his chest. “It’s important to know about the characters too, and I’m not talking about just going to their fanmade wikia page. Sonia’s magical ability is that whatever she touches turns into black ash, while Pukin’s sword will brainwash whoever it damages...”

He continued rambling while Byakuya closed the door.

“Good riddance,” said Touko, and she followed up her statement with sniffs as she savoured the scent of white tea, wood cedar and vanilla.

Byakuya furrowed his brow. Somehow, Touko had slipped into the room before he shut the door. He glared but decided to let her stay, and he put the box down on his bed. It saved him a trip to her room, anyway.

“Scissors, please,” he said, and he stretched out an arm.

Though he couldn’t see her face behind him, he imagined Touko scrunching it as she hitched up her skirt. After the rustling, he felt the cool metal of a pair of scissors against his palm, pulled out from from the ugly leather pouch on her leg. Years ago, he had tried to purchase a pair of her scissors online, only for them to turn out to be counterfeit. Now, he was using them to open a box containing a cosplay, so different to what they were usually used for - murder.

He slit the tape on top of the box, careful not to tear anything inside, and with his fingers hooked through the loops of the scissors, he peeled the box flaps outward. Inside were two clear bags, each containing parts of one costume, and he opened the one at the top.

Celes hadn’t lied about Hifumi’s craftsmanship. Byakuya extracted a silky, white frill collar, then a blue tabard bordered with white lace, then a red cape trimmed with a generous amount of fur and a pair of orange short shorts. The pair of earrings that he extracted next, shaped like pumpkins, must have been handmade but were fit to be sold at a store or at least at a con. After Byakuya satisfied himself with rolling them between two fingers, he progressed through the rest of the bag. Out came a short, red wig with a snowy feather on the top, and a white bra, to be worn under the tabard. It was more revealing than anything he had seen Touko in, for he guessed that this was meant to be Touko’s outfit. He put it aside and took out the other bag.

Only, the other costume was a patchwork dress, with a few loose threads that better have been intentional. Most of the patches were pastel, fabric, but the rest were pieces of fabric designed to appear to be cuttings from a newspaper. This dress came with a white bonnet, soft and dotted once with a pink bow at the front, that was to be worn over a platinum blonde wig that Byakuya could easily have retrieved by himself.

“This must be yours,” he said, pinching the shoulders of the tatty dress. “There’s no way I’ll fit into this. But that would mean...”

... the first outfit was meant for him. He flung his gaze onto the tabard, the short shorts and the bra.

“I t-thought he finished the rest while I slept! That cow did this to humiliate you!” Touko squawked. She waved her fists. “Don’t worry, Byakuya-sama, I will... I will...”

“Wearing this won’t humiliate me,” he said coolly, and her rage dampened, sizzling to a crispy silent. He set down the dress and reaches for the other costume, the one with the cape and the tabard. “Turn around and don’t move.”

Touko hung her her head but twirled on her heel. Byakuya watched her back for a few seconds before loosening his tie. Even though she couldn’t see him, and he had told her not to move, the back of his neck prickled, like she could and did see him, so he hurriedly donned the costume.

Though snug, the shorts and bra didn’t dig into him. Foregoing the earrings but putting on the red wig, he walked over to his wardrobe and opened it. A full length mirror inside gave him a clear view of this figure. His high heeled boots, lined with fur, ended below the knees, and the tabard barely passed his shorts. He adjusted the frill collar, frowning, before picking at one of his black gloves that matched the boots, flaring at the top.

“B-Beautiful...” Touko’s voice floated over.

Byakuya narrowed his eyes and craned his neck around. She had disobeyed his order and faced him with a quivering smile, hands squeezing the other like they caged something precious, like a secret or her racing heart.

A muscle twitched in his cheek. “I said not to move,” he reminded her.

Touko lost her composure and squeaked. Her arms flapped a few times despite her not seeming to be on the verge of toppling over, and soon she smacked her hands together, hips wiggling but both of her feet safely on flat flooring.

“Sorry. I couldn’t help myself...” She gripped the root of her braids, one in each fist. “I’m... a bad girl who needs to be disciplined. S-Shall I... bend over? Would you rather stand or have me over your lap?”

“You may bend over,” he said. Touko ogled him. He quickly added, “But not for the reason you think. I wish to see what you look like in your costume.”

She stared at him.

“What?” he asked.

“What?” she said back.

Byakuya massaged his temples for a few seconds.

“I’m not going to repeat myself. Put on your costume right now.”

“N-Now?”

“Yes?” He turned up his nose. “Is there some issue?”

She bit her lip and shook her head.

Byakuya pointed at her. “So get on with it right this second.”

Blushing, Touko slowly grabbed the lapel of her blazer and removed the article of clothing. It thumped at her feet.

The dress would hide the scars on her left thigh, which she showed him when she confessed her secret to him several months after they had been acquainted with each other. Even if the puffy skirt didn’t go down that far, the patchwork tights would hide the scars anyway. He remembered staring at them, pink, carved into pale flesh, and his first thoughts hadn’t been that they were ugly. There hadn’t been many thoughts, any thoughts, just a fascination, a constant drip of blood on a patio tile outside as a puzzle came together in the warmth within him.

Touko met his eyes briefly but couldn’t even chip his flinty pair, glazed in thought, so she averted her gaze and carried on stripping.

Her hair would have to be tucked away under the blond wig, styled with curly twintails. Personally, he preferred her braids, dark and longer. They suited her image of literacy girl, along with her owl-eye glasses and the small mole by one corner of her chapped lips.

As she undressed, she kept hesitating, as she slipped out of her shoes, as she pulled off her socks, and her gaze lingered longest on him as she reached for the hem of her skirt.

For the makeup, Touko wouldn’t need a great deal. Foundation, some lip gloss and blush, although she often bloomed with colour when around him.

None of her glances penetrated - he still didn’t respond to the questions in her eyes, lost in thought and passively aware of his surroundings. She bit her lip, her thighs trembled, and with a tug, her skirt slid into a pile of folds by her feet. Byakuya’s eyes instinctively darted from her feet to the little black bow on her panties.

Panties.

Realisation fell on him in an avalanche. He spun on his heel so he had his back to her, burning, and splayed his hand over the bottom half of his face.

“Byakuya-sama?” she called, and he did not want to answer her. “Are you... okay?”

“Just...” Oh, God. That came out as a croak. He cleared his throat. “Get on with it.”

Clothing whispered judgmentally behind him and despite what he said, he hoped that she wouldn’t be too quick, because his face needed some time to cool. They were just panties. A piece of clothing. Sexualised by society. Though her panties weren’t sexy. Hers were cute, perhaps, but not... sexy...

Cute.

He shook his head.

“You can watch if you want,” she simpered.

Touko had to be doing this on purpose.

Byakuya adjusted his glasses, if only to give his hand something to do. “I’m losing patience,” he said.

She yelped and rustled more. There were soft thuds too, and hissing breathless zips, and swishing, and then, finally, she said, “I’m ready.”

He turned around slowly and from a distance, inspected Touko. In a gloved hand, she held her glasses. Touko blinked, bare without her eyewear, and the blond wig contrasted with her natural darker hair colour. A wisp fell between her eyes, squirming as she fidgeted with the wig. Shabby though the outfit was, she did look like a princess, even if her presence didn’t commandeer people’s attention like an actual princess at their school did.

Still. She had his. Byakuya tilted his head to one side.

Initially, Touko smirked, but the silence grew more discouraging. “Byakuya-sama...?”

He parted his lips, staring. She wringed the bottom of her skirt.

“It looks like... I’m the one who they wanted to humiliate...” Her voice cracked and she shifted her weight between feet in white doll shoes. “They wanted to embarrass me in front of you... in front of everyone...”

Touko closed her eyes, held onto her head and shook it. The rest of her body shook too as she teetered on a sob.

“Oi, stop that,” he said, and she hugged herself. “What you’re doing now is pitiful, but how you look...”

His tongue was reluctant to cooperate.

“... isn’t too bad,” he finished.

She shivered before tensing, and she opened her eyes, put her glasses back on and peered at him curiously. They met each other’s gaze briefly, but then he averted his eyes away quickly.

“Beauty is only skindeep,” he said stiffly. “Now, don’t move.”

As he strode past her, she only followed him with her eyes. Byakuya walked over to the light switch and flicked it so the only light in the room came from the window, seeping in between the blinds. Despite the limited lighting, he could distinguish Touko, stood statue-like in a spotlight that gaped floating dust particles, and he positioned himself in front of her.

“In the dark, appearance matters even less,” he told her. He bent his legs to reduce the height difference between him and her, and then he took her glasses off. Touko’s face seemed to have frozen over, and not putting much thought into it, he cupped her cheek. Why, he didn’t know, and he probably doesn’t know, even now. Maybe it was so she knew he was there, because without her glasses, her eyesight was limited. Maybe.

Her breathing hitched and her legs buckled, but she didn’t collapse, too strong for that despite her weaknesses, like how she loved, and her cheek stuck to his hand like he smeared it in glue before touching her.

“It doesn’t matter,” he told himself in a murmur, “what you...”

She nodded, and at the same time, they leaned inward. Shadows played tricks with the light, that was what he told himself, all the way up to them inching to a breath width away.

He refused to be the victim to their prank, however, so he gave her glasses back to her, removed his hand and added, “Therefore, I don’t want to hear you complain.”

Byakuya dusted his hand on his thigh.

“I won’t,” she promised, shoulders sinking. She put her glasses on. His lips pressed together at one end.

“Don’t just do it for my sake.” He wagged a finger at her, hating how his heart skipped while he said that. “Do it for your own sake too. You’re giving people ideas they wouldn’t otherwise have. It is one of your talents... a dangerous one that you use to benefit you in your writing, but is detrimental how you utilise it in person.”

It was a skill that he admired. That could almost wind its way around him as he skimmed through her books, written with strength gained by pain not always from heartbreak, that not many could endure, let alone weaponise themselves with. But she could, and she did. Just with words.

If she wanted to, she could be terrifyingly brilliant.

Touko nodded, but he didn’t know how closely she was listening. That nauseating smile of hers crawled back onto her face.

“All that’s left to do now is makeup,” he said, and he walked quickly back to the light switch and flicked it, restoring full light to the room.

“What I’ve got is clumped together and old, b-because I only use it to hide blemishes... and besides, I don’t know how to apply makeup,” she apologised. She clutched her head. “Argh... I’ve failed... as a woman...”

“You did fail,” he said, no more, no less, never to mince words. He swept some red hair away from his eyes. “Fortunately for you, however, I can do it for the both of us.”

“... Huh?”

Byakuya looked over his shoulder. “I won’t clean the gunk in your ears, but I’ll do our makeup.”

“Y-You know how?”

“I know many things.” He marched over to his vanity, custom-designed by a company well-known to the elite. Wood, frosty white, an intricate pattern of leaves, bordered the square frame of its mirror. “We’ll use mine. Come.”

The ends of her lips peaked. “I need a bit more foreplay for that.”

It took him a moment. Then he shuddered. As submissive as she appeared, she was one of the few who could strike back with a comeback in her next breath, and in his distaste lay some regard.

“To the vanity,” he clarified. He pointed to the plum cushion seat on the stool beside it and sternly, he said, “I’ll change my mind in five seconds. Five... Four...”

Touko bounded over to the vanity and sat down obediently. She rested her glasses on the vanity before cupping her hands over her knees. The rest of the countdown fizzled out.

“Don’t move,” he said, and he opened the first drawer.

Neither spoke as he went through the necessary steps. Wipe. Foundation. Lipgloss. Eyeliner. Her eyes twitched as he tried to draw in black with a fine brush across her lids.

Byakuya’s lips smacked in annoyance and he withdrew the brush from her eyes.

“I can’t apply it properly if you keep fluttering your lashes,” he said.

“I’m trying not to,” she said. She took her hands off her knees and clasped her hands together. “Is it distracting you?”

“Yes. But it’s physically hindering me as well,” he replied with a huff.

Byakuya blotted around her eyes with a cotton bud and tended to them some more. After some adjustments, her eyes matched, and he placed the eyeliner on the vanity. He retrieved his mascara from the drawer and leaned in close again.

“I didn’t know you had expertise in makeup,” she murmured.

“I experimented with it when I was younger,” he replied, lying with past tense. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

“Likewise,” she said.

“Oh?” He sought her gaze. “Like what? Like you share a body with a serial killer?”

His remark creased her face.

“I’m full of surprises too,” she said, her eyes playing tricks with the light. Shining, gleaming, radiating. Pulling him into orbit. They were a pale, pleasant violet.

“You say that,” he said, “but what could you possibly do to take me by surp-?”

Touko didn’t need to close much distance to kiss him. His glasses bumped against her. She kissed him, to his surprise. Or he kissed her first. One of the two.

And he kissed her back.

Maybe that was more surprising.

Or maybe,

as he took off his glasses, as she draped her arms over his shoulders and his hands cupped her cheeks,

Maybe it wasn’t as surprising as it seemed.

Byakuya assessed his competition from the back of the classroom after he dealt with everyone’s comments and smirks, underneath a banner that Hifumi illustrated with ghouls and Yasuhiro blessed with his calligraphy. Touko stood beside him, resting her tongue and cradling a glass of punch, enrapt by its smooth surface and content just being with him and their secret. Some of the costumes, he rolled his eyes at, like three humanoid turtles, painted green, wearing baggy clothes sloppily painted and wearing different coloured eye masks. Mondo in red, Makoto in blue and Chihiro in purple.

He changed his gaze to a different target.

Nearby, Aoi danced with Sakura, but she had to keep glancing back at her mermaid tail that she dragged behind her, leaving a trail of glitter, in case someone seemed about to step on it, and Sakura, dressed in a regal dark blazer with red shorts, a crown on her head to suggest royalty, also kept an eye on Aoi’s tail.

“Has anyone seen Ikusaba-san and Enoshima-san?” asked Sayaka, fanning herself with a drab bowler hat.

Kyouko twiddled her smoking pipe. “I haven’t seen them at all today.”

“It better be good,” said Leon, caked in white makeup and blue eyeshadow and dressed as Marilyn Manson. Byakuya only knew who he was meant to be because Leon had shouted it after Yasuhiro asked if he was a clown from a Stephen King Novel.

Celes nodded. “Indeed... Enoshima-san has been bragging about it all week.”

Her twin drill tails had been exchanged for pigtails tied with red ribbon, to match her lipstick, and her dress, though as gothic as what she usually wore, lacked white, and around her neck hung a cross necklace. Next to Celes, only recognisable due to his physique, was Hifumi, his face white and snake-like with blue markings under his chin and across his cheeks, and on the end of his dyed pale ahoge. Below the shoulders, he wore a suit made to look like a skeleton, like the portable radiators around them room, and sweat patches could be seen below his arms.

At least Byakuya’s skimpy outfit stopped him from getting too hot.

“Yoo-hoo!” came Junko’s voice.

Everyone turned. Junko and Mukuro had to squeeze in through the door sideways, and only when they faced the rest of the class did it become apparent why. The two wore a costume together, each with a beachball stored under a white top, connected by a large, red bra, its straps over the outmost shoulder of both twins.

“I told you that we’d have the best costume,” said Junko, beaming, while Mukuro looked like she wouldn’t mind if the ceiling came down on her or several spears appeared out of nowhere to skewer her.

Byakuya turned his head away. Victory would be his. He met Touko’s eyes and she smiled, and he gave a small one back.

“Thank you for all coming,” said Fira-sensei from a podium brought into the classroom for the party. She swept the floor with shining eyes, over sixteen students and fifteen costumes. “You’ve all worked so hard, that I’m going to have to give you all extra credit. However, only one person can win, and I’ve taken a lot of things into account, such as how appropriate it is, how much work was put into it, overall appearance and the effect. And the winner is...”

No one breathed.

“...Darth Vader!”

The person in question ambled over to the podium, which Fira-sensei stepped away from to give them room. Their costume was high quality but still made rather than bought - the cape was made from a black bin bag, and the control panel on the chest painted. They stood perfectly still for a good ten seconds, and then they slowly lifted their helmet off.

“Ishimaru!” Mondo yelled above a splattering of gasps. “You traitor!”

“Congratulations,” said Fira-sensei. “As the winner, Ishimaru-kun, you will get a bag of candy, a trophy, and you may be excused from the winter run.”

“Thank you, Fira-sensei, but while I accept the last prize, I will not use it,” he said, face red and sweaty from being stuck in his helmet for so long. He allowed a pause for everyone to blanch in. “I simply did not want anyone to miss out on the run, so I took it upon myself to enter and win. It’s a bonding exercise. You may thank me now.”

No one said anything, but their eyes spoke, shouted themselves raw.

Kiyotaka’s smile strained.

“You like runs?” said Mondo. He cracked his knuckles. “Then today is your lucky day. You’ve got a ten second head start.”

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