#usami gets a hug

[kamimint]

Usami 💚 Magical Miracle Girl Therapy...START!

#kami art #ultimate imposter #usami #monomi #danganronpa #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #dr #sagishi #twogami #i want her to help him through his problems #hes like why the fuck would i hug you. get out of my cottage and shes like #* side eye * i Know What You Are.

[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: SDR2 Boys x Female Reader - Seven Minutes in Heaven

Details: Takes place during the killing game, timeline switched around, creative license taken to imply everyone is alive and has known each other for at least a few weeks and has had time to get to know each other. The threat of the killing game is still looming though. It’s also implied that the reader has a crush on the boy in each section however whether or not the boy is oblivious to that fact or feels the same varies.

Word Count: 5K Words

Warnings: SFW - fluff, probably mild angst, possible SDR2 spoilers

Intro:

Everyone needed a distraction. It was getting pretty hard for the group’s self-proclaimed leader, Byakuya, to keep their minds off of the threat of a potential killing game, and he wasn’t the most creative when it came to having fun. Unfortunately for him, having fun was probably the only thing that would help a gaggle of anxious, on-edge teens relax right about now. It’d been weeks without incident since that malicious-looking monochrome bear appeared and told them he expected them to kill each other for sport in order to go home, but nobody seemed to feel safe despite that fact. There was no cold hard evidence to prove this wasn’t some long, elaborate prank or social experiment, and two facts made them believe Monokuma’s words, made them believe they were in danger: first of all, they’d seen those “Monobeasts” blast their innocent, adorable self-proclaimed teacher Usami to pieces, and secondly, nobody from their lives back home had even attempted to contact or rescue them. With each day that passed, they trusted each other less, and the bags under their eyes grew darker. Yes, they needed to have fun.

A game was suggested. It was something simple, well-known to most of the group, even if they hadn’t played it since middle school or really at all. It would pass the time, and maybe create some romance or drama. Any feeling was better than impending doom and the fear of death.

Seven Minutes in Heaven: a game where two people go into a small room or cramped closet alone and have seven minutes to do anything they want to each other. Usually, the goal was the get handsy, to kiss or hug, to confess to someone, to make each other nervous, or to engage in casual romantic activities. It was supposed to be steamy and awkward, to put pressure on the two people. They would all randomly pick straws, and the two people who got the shortest straws would have to go in together while everyone else sat outside and timed their seven minutes. Knowing your peers were mere feet away outside the door only added to the tension.

The location was set: a small, cramped closet in the old building next to the hotel. It was dimly lit by an ancient yellow overhead lightbulb hanging on by a thread and had just enough room for two people once the abandoned supplies, tools, and cobwebs were scooted to the edges.

And so, the game began.

Teruteru Hanamura:

   You were standing in the back of the dark closet, having been the first one chosen to play the game. Figures it would be you. Out of 17 students you picked the first short straw, and now waited patiently for whoever you'd be matched up with. It could be a girl, a guy, someone you hung out with often, or a weirdo you actively avoided. It was nerve-wracking knowing that if you embarrassed yourself, 15 people would be listening right outside the door, but on the bright side, at least no one could get away with killing you when classmates waited within earshot. One scream for help and your attacker would be caught, right?

It didn't take long for your partner to make themselves known, as the closet door busted open before you and was closed in a flash, barely giving you time to process what was happening and certainly no time to see who entered.

You were swarmed in an instant. A warm, soft body clung to your own and engulfed you in a flurry of hands. You were being poked and prodded and the excited mutterings and giggles gave away who this was immediately. You knew those salacious squeaks very well.

"Teruteru?" You grappled with him, grasping out in the dark for his hands to settle them.

"Ohoho~ yes, my queen?" The flirtatious chef snickered, fighting off your attempts to calm him. Queen? Given your little secret crush on the Ultimate Cook, you would've blushed if you didn't have the knowledge that he spoke to everyone like this.

"N-now just hold on a second! Wait!" You squealed, ticklish in odd places and your heart racing at your luck. You often spent time with Teruteru as he seemed harmless, and he made you laugh with his antics. You never meant to develop feelings for him, and sometimes you swore it was just infatuation because he gave you attention and could be quite charming, but regardless here you were, feeling this way. "Don't you wanna slow down, take our time a-and make the most of our seven minutes?" You sputtered, trying to appeal to a sense of reasoning you didn't really know Teruteru to have.

"Huh...?" To your surprise, he halted all movement, seemingly confused by your words. You were just as shocked to get through to him at all. Soon the closet was quiet, filled with just the sound of two souls breathing.

"What's wrong?" You gulped.

"Well... I entered fully expecting to be kicked out expeditiously... either that or you would make a break for it, so I figured I would try to rush in and at least get something out of this experience," he spoke candidly. It was true that he was someone used to rejection, to being an object of repulsion. He probably expected you to be like everyone else.

"But, Teru... I mean… you and I hang out all the time. Do I ever treat you like that?" You posed the question, a bit hurt that he thought of you the same way as everyone else after you’d put what you thought was a lot of time and attention into building a friendship with him.

"Hmmm... I suppose not... but this is something different altogether. I - wait a second! Are you saying you want to do this with me?" He sounded astonished, incredulous. His hands trailed down your arms to take your own in a gentle grasp.

You felt your face heat up, your pulse in your throat, like maybe you'd been too frank, too honest. Maybe your little crush was being worn too plainly on your sleeve.

"Umm... I mean, well..." you chuckled nervously. You could almost feel his smirk, the little devilish rosiness creeping up his cheeks.

"Well, well, well, it looks like my little sous-chef has been hiding something from me. All this time, I never would've guessed~ I thought you were just tolerating me," he teased. You squirmed as he ran his hands up your arms then down the sides of your waist. "Looks like I need to give you some private, one-on-one cooking lessons more often~"

Byakuya Twogami

Cramped even further into the already tight closet by his rather robust figure, you stood there looking up at Byakuya, feeling rather small and exposed, vulnerable. He looked down at you with his arms crossed confidently over his chest. This was a condescending look and stance that he often displayed. It made you feel even more inferior this close up.

"Let's be very clear here. I volunteered to go first for one reason and one reason only: as the leader of you braindead group of cretins, it is my duty to keep up morale so you don't all completely lose it. A true leader," he sneers, "leads by example. I'm tired of seeing you lot run around depressed and terrified so here I am, to save the day as usual. If this silly game makes you all stop whining, I’m willing to lower myself to your level for the night." He rolls his eyes, an expression you can only just barely make out in the dim warm lighting.

"Oh... yeah, I know-" you are promptly interrupted as he continues, blonde hair moved casually out of his face and properly back into place.

"This is beneath me and my breeding: this musty, disgusting closet, this silly child's game, this island, but I know you'd all fall apart without me so here I am. I don't intend to participate in any activities beneath me in this closet here today, however. I simply refuse."

"Yeah... I suspected as much," you twiddled your fingers nervously, looking down at the ground, attempting to get the sentence out once more. "I figured you volunteered for those reasons, and not because you saw it was me coming in here first... that would be too good to be true," you spoke shyly, voice breaking. You really admired Byakuya and the immense pride and status that he carried with him. You found him attractive even though he was extremely intimidating.

A shade of pink dusts over his cheeks at the implication behind your words, his eyes widening under his spectacles for just a beat before he took on that nonchalant, confident expression once again. He couldn't let the facade fall, not for anything or anyone.

"Well then," he cleared his throat, a little too awkwardly for someone of his usual poise, "I'll allow you to admire me. It's not like I'm unused to praise and reverence... envy even..." His voice trails off and he holds one large hand out to you as if you were a peasant expected to kiss a king's ring before being allowed an audience.

For a second you didn’t know what to do, heart racing wildly in your chest. You felt like no matter what you did, you'd mess up, earning a scolding from him, an insult perhaps... but why did even the idea of that excite you so much?

Body shaking, you leaned down, took one of his hands in both of yours and kissed his knuckles. He tried to hide any and all instinctual responses but you felt him stiffen up, his knuckles flexing at the touch. The skin there was unexpectedly rough... not the pampered, soft hands of Togami nobility you'd anticipated. You didn't linger on the thought though, too anxious to see his reaction. Pathetically, you kissed him now on his wrist, agonizingly slow. It was more out of embarrassment then trying to be a tease, however, he was getting impatient all the same. He felt himself sweating over a certain emotion for the first time in forever.

"Oh for the love of-" he scoffs, ripping his hand out of your grasp, "You're embarrassing yourself." He spoke curtly. Roughly, he grabbed onto your shoulders firmly with both hands, pulling you into his chest. With a fervor that frightened you, he took control, crushing his lips skillfully onto yours.

Gundham Tanaka

When Gundham Tanaka burst into the closet with zeal and anything other than an expression of displeasure on his face, you immediately knew he was there under false pretenses. He was the last one who would want to rush into this game, to want to have anything to do with it, so the fact that he was clearly entering by choice told you everything you needed to know. This man was clearly confused. You couldn't help but chuckle as he slammed the door closed behind him, leaving you two alone with a little privacy.

"I see I got here not a moment too soon! The imp Hiyoko Saionji let slip that this unassuming closet in fact contains a portal to the Nether and revealed you'd gotten yourself trapped in here with no way to escape! Of course, only I, Gundham Tanaka, can resist the energetic pull of a Netherworld rift! Fear not, foolish mortal, I am here to save you!" You let him rant, shaking your head at the theatrics. You found his outbursts so entertaining, his personality cuter than even his soft hamsters.

"Gundham... I fear you've been tricked," you sigh, taking a step back to give him some space. "This is a game, there is no portal... but unfortunately, it looks like neither of us will be having any fun." You spoke dejectedly, seeing as you truly would've loved indulging in this game with someone as attractive as Gundham. He was dark and mysterious, with a sexy deep voice and amazing hair. He was kind to animals and such a unique character. Truly one of a kind. How could you not fall for him? "I refuse to play now, knowing that you didn't consent to this. I'm sorry they roped you into thi-" Your words were halted as another thought crashed into the previous one impulsively like a train off its rails. "Wait a second... why would you come save me? You came in here... to rescue me from danger?" You smiled, a big, cheeky grin.

"Think nothing of it, fiend. I would've done the same for any mortal here!" He blushed and stuttered, hiding his face in his purple scarf. "Do not look at me like that! I feel accursed by your gaze alone!"

"No... no you wouldn't," you giggle. "You actively avoid us all. You've been a loner since day one." You step closer, emboldened by his response, by the words you were reading from in between the lines.

"You... you're less insufferable than the others. Nothing more, nothing less." He crosses his arms, a violent red covering his normally corpse-toned face. With a gasp, you look down in surprise when you feel the skittering of claws and fur brushing up your arm. One of the Dark Devas, small and swift, clung to your sleeve and made its way up to your shoulder, buying its master time and a distraction. It presses its little lips to the side of your cheek as if to mimic a kiss as best as it could, rubbing its tiny claws into your skin playfully. It looks up at its master with shiny, telling eyes. He knows exactly what it means to convey, a savant of animal behavior. "It seems you've earned the blessing of one of the most powerful beings to walk this plane of reality. Rejoice and feel blessed that he approves, for the opposite reaction is far more common and fatal!" He was back to his performance again it seemed.

"And..." you feel more confident than before, knowing Gunhdam took the opinions of his hamsters extremely seriously, "what about you? Do you approve?" You took his cold, bandaged hand into yours gently, looking for his consent, for him to let his walls down just enough to allow you to do more. You wanted more.

Nekomaru Nidai

This closet was tiny, criminally so when you considered its newest occupant. You found yourself crushed between a dusty wooden wall and the largest, firmest pectorals you'd ever seen. You were sweating profusely, a nervous mess. Most people slowly got to know their crush, observed from afar, had lunch and chit-chat maybe, and here you were, suddenly pressed flush up against the steel-like muscles of the object of your desires.

"Why do you look so... worked up, (Y/N)?" Nekomaru grins genuinely down at you, oblivious of both your crush on him and how uncomfortably you felt about this forced skin-to-skin moment (probably because the man had never felt shame in his life).

"I- I'm not!" You squeal a little too defensively. You try to shuffle past him, closer to the wall, anything. It only serves to chafe, to make him readjust as well until you're even stickier and smushed than before.

"Anyways..." he continues heedlessly, "I don't really get the rules of this game or whatever." He stretches his arms upwards carelessly, easily hitting the ceiling. Your eyes can't help but rake over his flexing arms and lumbering frame.

"Well if you don't understand, then you can leave... I don't wanna make you uncomfortable," you state sympathetically, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your crush.

"Nah, everyone wanted me to play so I'll play!" He beamed. "I'm no killjoy. You just go first, maybe I'll pick it up and understand along the way!" He was so authentic, so sweet, and positive. You wanted to melt under his gaze.

"Are you sure?" You rubbed your forearms restlessly. He nodded enthusiastically. "Well... I've always liked the idea of being carried by a big, strong man... to feel dainty and.... small and... ohh!-" Before you could finish your thought you were swept off of your feet and scooped into a pair of secure, firm arms. You felt safe, impossibly tiny and protected.

"Like this?" He questions, obviously eager to please. Now level with his eyes this high off the ground, face-to-face with him, you were stunned into silence. His strong features, so unbelievably masculine and striking, hypnotized you.

"Yes..." You felt breathless, lost in a trance. You couldn't stop staring at his lips, at his intense eyes. "Just like that..." It's silent for a long while, and he tightens his grip on you almost instinctively. He feels the need to be your shield, to keep you to himself, and finds himself staring right back.

"I think I'm starting to understand... so, it's only fair that it's my turn now?" He speaks plainly, some glimmer of want in his eye.

Nagito Komaeda

You feel like a complete oaf, heart nearly bursting out of your chest. You were an agitated, sweaty mess, staring across the mere feet of space in the tiny closet into the eyes of a boy who had you cornered like a fox with a rabbit. You felt like prey, as his eyes, always mysteriously unreadable to predator-like, combed over you shamelessly. He was always up to something, and everyone knew it.

This had to be planned. Of all people, it had to be Nagito. Someone did this on purpose... they knew you had a huge crush on him and made sure he picked the second short straw. Someone wanted to see you squirm and suffer. Everyone here knew you weren't the type to be bold or romantic enough for this game. This wasn't for your benefit, to gently help you shoot your shot. This was rigged.

"It's like your thoughts are written all over your face, (Y/N)... They might as well be," he teases, backing up until you are cornered, crushed against the wall with only his slender frame to brace you. "I know you like me, (Y/N). There's no denying it." He knows using your name, hearing your name spill from his lips will drive you wild. The little shit. "You're a wreck right now," he chuckles fiendishly, feeding off of your energy and positively basking in it. "Just my luck, to be chosen at random to come in here with you~" He grins devilishly. "Well... drawing straws is child's play for my 'talent.' Oh well! You should probably make the best of it." He shrugs dismissively.

"So... you wanted this? You did this on purpose?" You were trying to glean the meaning behind his words, his true intentions, anything to make this situation less vexing. You tried to read his pale, beautiful features, begged him with glistening doe eyes to give you space or mercy. At the same time, you wanted him closer, to feel his touch. It was unbearable.

"Why are you fighting your feelings?" He spoke so casually, as if asking what time it was. How did he seem to know everything, all the time? "Are you embarrassed to like someone like me, for the others to find out?" He snorts, exhaling dangerously close to your face. He places one hand on the wall behind you, the other on your waist. "I can understand why. I would be embarrassed as well. I'm a nobody here. Everyone thinks I'm a weirdo and my talent is useless. However, seeing you flustered, riled up for someone like me... it fills me with a sense of hope."

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

"Get off of me! I'll fuckin' kill you!" You are startled into the back corner of the closet as the second participant of the game stumbles clumsily in. Obviously having his small frame pushed forward none too gently, he's pissed off (not that this was a rare occurrence for him) and determined to give your classmates a piece of his mind. He screams threats of violence at the giggling teens who pushed him one last time before the door is slammed in his face. "I already said I'd play, you dipshits! You didn't need to fuckin’ shove! Next time you put your hands on me I'll cut them off!" He huffs, face red as a tomato.

"Um..." You're at a loss of what to say, and how to begin. It's not starting off well. He was in a foul mood, and it seemed you'd never get to indulge in the fun of this game with him. Upon hearing your voice, he is brought back into the moment and finally turns to face you.

"Oh great, it's you," he scoffs, determined to make someone, anyone hurt the way he was hurting. If he had to feel embarrassed and have his night ruined, so did you. A shiver of sadness ran down your spine. It was like a surge of palpable hurt. Why would he say that? Why did he feel the need to hurt you? You felt nothing but admiration and attraction toward him. You'd never judged him or pitied him for his height and baby face, never annoyed him on purpose or brought up the topics that others used to rile him up. In fact, you enjoyed your conversations with him and found him exceedingly handsome. It made it hurt twice as much, that he would so casually insult you. When he sees that flash of insecurity, of pain across your face, he instantly regrets his words. He blanches, mouth dropping open for just a second before he begins to backtrack in remorse. "Hey... don't look at me like that." He forces an airy snort. "I guess you're not so bad... I mean, you're way more normal than the rest of these weirdos we're stuck with." We? "Actually, after that story you told me in the market that one day about your dad, I'm starting to think we aren't so different..." He crossed his arms, looking up at the ceiling. You perked up at that.

"You remember that? I didn't even think you were listening..." Your heart beats, and flutters with hope.

"Of course, I was listening. I'm not deaf, am I?” He rolls his eyes. “And like I said, you're not like these freaks. I don't mind spending time around you..." He sounded like he was fighting his own words, pouting. When he sees you start to grin sheepishly, he frowns. "Don't go getting a big head now just because I tolerate you!" He points at you in a warning way.

"Sorry! I'm sorry..." You cover your smile with your hands as you are unable to relax the muscles of your mouth.

"So what, are we supposed to make out now or whatever? Is that how I win?" He speaks as if this were some competition, yet another thing in his life where he must excel or be looked down upon, or bring shame to his family name. "I'm not letting any of these losers upstage me at a stupid child's game!" He huffs.

"Well, you don't have to do anything really..." You shrink into yourself, feeling silly and really exposed all of a sudden now that the actual game was supposed to begin.

"Nah, nobody is gonna call me a pussy," he snarls, marching two steps toward you with purpose until you have nowhere to go. You gasped in surprise as you were pulled into a fiery, forceful kiss that set your skin alight and left you dazed.

Kazuichi Souda

"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" The magenta-haired boy across from you was riled up, revving like an engine. He was practically drooling, shaking with anticipation and excitement in the low lighting of the dimly lit closet.

"Kazuichi, may I ask why you're so hyped up?" You couldn't help but giggle at the display before you. He licked his lips and sharpened teeth, restless and full of vigor like a male bird doing a mating dance to attract a female. He was so adorable when he was in good spirits like this, so hyper and oozing energy like the engines he tinkered with.

"Huh, what do you mean?" He smirks mischievously, but there is a hint of genuine, innocent confusion in his tone.

"Well, I'm only wondering why you're so excited. It's just a silly game, and it's just me," you scoffed playfully. You'd had a crush on the skillful and eccentric mechanic for a while now, but you'd never dreamed he would be this excited to show his feelings for you in return. Maybe he would be satisfied with any female classmate showing up in that closet that night, especially someone as regal as Sonia or perhaps someone who played hard to get like Peko, but you weren't used to boys giving you this type of attention and wanted to bask in it.

"Whaaa?" He sounded incredulous. "Just you? You're super hot, why wouldn't I be pumped? It's not every day I get to spend time alone with a hot chick, and you're super chill! I've always liked you! I think you're a ton of fun. Such a unique talent, too." He sticks his tongue out teasingly, almost daring you to play with him.

"Are you serious?" You can hardly believe his words. "Well... I really like you, too, Kazuichi... I think you're... 'hot' as well." You chuckle, cheeks warming up. His bravado fizzles a bit at that. He was certainly not used to that reaction to his advances. He suddenly feels quite sheepish, overly flattered, and it makes him want you even more than before. Your words are not the kind he hears often.

He was a flustered mess.

"C-can I... would you mind if I kissed you?" He stuttered, sweat beading on his forehead. You eagerly, enthusiastically nodded, wanting that and much more from him.

He endearingly, awkwardly pulls you in by your waist, slotting himself in so your bodies meld together comfortably. When his jittery lips press against yours they are a bit chapped, as were most body parts on a blue-collar tradesman. It was expected, but not unpleasant. It was what made him, him. He parted his lips and you mirrored him, deepening the kiss. You let your hand wander, playing with his hair until his beanie slipped off and onto the floor.

Hajime Hinata

Hinata was closed off, arms crossed, expression uninterested, dull, and neutral. It was no surprise to you. Hajime could certainly come off as the "Tsundere" type you'd read about in manga comics and see on TV shows. He never struck you as romantically inclined, more interested in practical things like trying to get off this island, or platonic conversations. He seemed to love making friends and all of your classmates liked and trusted him. He was the true neutral, often a moderator. People seemed to open up to him, but not romantically. He could be quite sarcastic or cynical at times but was reliable and kind. That's what you found alluring about him. He was handsome, with a wide chest and broad shoulders, a good height, and an attractive voice, but in a less shallow vein, he was also an ear to listen, an intelligent mind, and an excellent friend.

"They pressured me into playing. I assume they did for you, too. We don't have to do anything..." He shrugs and grumbles. His eyes seem to quickly dart between you and the wall. His Adam's apple bobbles once, twice. Little gestures betray his heart and mind. Maybe he wasn't as cool and collected as he seemed.

"What if we want to...?" You counter, unable to look him in the eyes for fear of rejection.

"...Well, do you?" He retorts, just as sharp-witted as always. He was terribly good at deduction, reasoning, and reading between the lines.

"I don't know... I played this game in middle school once but I guess since we are older, we know more... we do more? I don't know the exact rules."

"I don't think there are any rules." He takes a step closer to you, a glint of curiosity and interest in his eyes. "...Do more? How much are we talking?" You see something like intrigue arise in him, more awake than before. It seems like he wants to play... that he wants to play with you, but Hinata was not promiscuous, he was not one to chase skirts or flirt casually like Kazuichi and Teruteru. He wasn't one to engage in anything sensual or even mildly suggestive with a girl unless he truly had feelings in the first place. You started to wonder if maybe, after weeks of spending time exploring the island with him, getting to know him, your crush was mutual... "Well... we don't have much time." He looks you up and down, not so innocently. He bites the corner of his lip, thinking of what to do with such little time. He was effortlessly seducing you and he didn't even know it. He lowers down to the ground, sitting with his knees bent up.\

"Hajime?" You nearly whisper, puzzled by his actions.

"Sit." He doesn't need to ask twice. You sit beside him on the dusty floor of the cramped closet. You inhale sharply in surprise when his arms, much stronger than they appear, encircle your waist and pull you effortlessly onto his lap until you straddle him. Your face is inches from his, your warm thighs hugging his hips. "Is this fine to start?" He speaks in a new octave, lower than you've ever heard from him. A shiver runs down your spine.

"Of course..." Your eyelids feel begin to feel heavy, your head dizzy. Was this really happening?

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[danganronpa-fixation]

Unpopular Danganronpa related opinions of mine that will get y'all like...

V3 is my favorite of the Danganronpa series (although the ending itself is confusing as Hell.)

I find the Monokubs very entertaining.

I don't ship Naegiri.

The first game is my least favorite, and I find it 'decent' at best.

Ultra Despair Girls is majorly underrated.

Miu is one of my least favorite characters.

Byakuya has one of the best (albeit, mostly subtle) character progressions of the entire Danganronpa cast -- Komaru, Fuyuhiko, and Maki being right up there.

Naegami is best ship, and should get a LOT more recognition like Komahina and Saiouma do.

Kyoko is a decent character, but not one of my favorites.

Kazuichi and Hiro don't deserve the hate they get.

Usami/Monomi needs a hug.

Ryoma needs much more love, dammit.

"Twogami" also deserves much more love, dammit.

Would have appreciated Mikan more if it weren't for all her fanservice moments (which was about 90% of her moments).

Makoto/Kyoko, Hajime/Chiaki, and Kaede/Shuichi platonic love rights.

Tsumugi is majorly underappreciated, and her character deserved better.

Junko isn't that interesting of a character or villain.

#danganronpa #naegami #drv3 #ryoma hoshi #byakuya twogami #ultimate imposter #monokubs #ultra despair girls #kazuichi soda #yasuhiro hagakure #monomi #danganronpa usami #mikan tsumugi #tsumugi shirogane #byakuya togami

[wh33zy]

Things I wish was canon/included:

Shinobu was OLDER FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Shinobu was absolutely RIPPED and I mean SHREDDED for no good reason. Arms and legs HUGE just because! And even though he's shorter than Miyagi, he still looks like Miyagi's chaperone when they go places. Story beginning is similar except Miyagi likes having him around because Shinobu opens jars and carries heavy bags of new books with ease.

Hiroki caring about Nowaki and don't say 'but he said he wanted to spend more time with him and got him that stuff for his hands' SHH SHH. Hiroki is ALL BARK, NO BITE. I want Hiroki to be affectionate just because and not out of obligation/guilt or because Nowaki initiated first. I want Hiroki to get this man flowers just because, hugs just because, SWEEP HIM OFF HIS FEET.

Getting to witness Isaka and Asahina's very first date. I am DYING TO KNOW HOW THAT WENT PLEASE.

Nostalgia being a really good break-up story.

Takano getting hit by a bus so hard he gets frisbeed into the sun and once he becomes nothing but a crisp, the entire Marukawa Publishing company breaks out into the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse 'Hot Dog!' song/dance. Like there's the BOOM! and then the accordion instantly goes 'BUMBUMBUM BUMBUM BUMBUM-'

Misaki FULLY taking charge and Akihiko absolutely losing his mind about it on the inside.

Misaki deciding to fight the entire Usami family for Akihiko's honor. He trains DAY AND NIGHT, ONLY GETTING STRONGER AND MORE ANGRY-

Haruhiko and Kirishima ending up together. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. THEY WOULD BE A BETTER FIT THAN...oh shit, i done forgot the mofucka's name. YOU KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT THO, MARUKAWA'S NUMBER TWO ASSHOLE. The found family and wholesomeness if Haruhiko and Kirishima were together would have been *chef's kiss*.

Yukina picking up Kisa like a cat (under his arms) to show him high places in their apartment that Kisa hasn't seen before because he's short. I don't know if Kisa would at all appreciate this tho.

#junjou romantica #sekaiichi hatsukoi #junjou terrorist #sekaiichi nostalgia #okay yeah some of these are not serious #i may or may not be sleep deprived and on a sugar rush from drinking a HUGE thing of boba

[plaindangan]

Cupid: Ryoko and Kaz

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Ryoko doesn't even wear panties half the time.

It's at this point Usami is wondering if maybe another God or Goddess is fucking with her?

There is no inconceivable way her arrow didn't hit those wobbly pale moons, that were currently sticking out as she bent forward to hug at Kazuichi (who she was visiting in his dorms), but rather barely missed and watch as it sunk into Ryoko's back.

So what's going to happen now? Well, if getting hit in the chest meant a bigger bust, face one gets bigger lips...then getting in the back...well?

Before Kazuichi knew it, Ryoko's body began to shudder uncontrollably...and her shirt began to rip. In a matter of seconds was what your average, ditzy yet voluptuous redhead, became a ripped muscle who looked as if she could take someone out with just a casual flex of her arm~

Add in a growing sex drive, and a very nervroused mechanic, and all Usami could watch was Ryoko tossing him over her shoulder as she stomped off to give her favorite little mechanical geek a 'Valentine's gift' that involved him naked and both fucking in a standing 69 position thanks to Ryoko being able to handle him like a very flustered doll~

And it was with that display did Usami, just sigh and walk off for her mandatory break. She needed to drown her sorrows in milk.

#DRotonashi-R18 #DRsoda-R18 #PDR Event: Cupid-R18

[kakusu-shipping]

🦝, 🐝, or maybe 🐍 for Shirokuma? ʕ⸝⸝◕ᴥ◕⸝⸝ʔ

I saved this one for last because I knew it'd take the longest and I was also worried dark topics in Agere would made people uncomfortable.

I don't know hooooow to tag the Trigger Warnings for this post, so for safety and comfort of others these asks with be answered under the cut with just a general Read At Your Own Risk

Thankyou very much for asking!!! I love Shirokuma sooo much so I'm happy to talk about him!!!

🐍- If you want to make an edit based around your relationship with your caregiver

This is the one that made me figure this was gonna take a while. I've been really into moodboards lately so I HAD to take a swing at this one!!

I'm so happy with it, I feel it gets the whoooole picture across. UDG bad ending where Shirokuma convinces me I'm sick and need to stay with him and slowly starts infantalizing me and triggering my Age Regression on purpose until I'm basically baby mode all the time, full controlling Yandere mastermind style <3

🦝. What are they like as a caregiver?

Veeeeerry sweet and cuddly. So long as I listen don't ever ever leave my room ant take my meds when he tells me too he's sweet as can be, lots and lots of affection and gifts he gets from the surface. He takes such great care of me most days I don't even feel sick! Though I aaaam always sleepy, side effect of the medicine.

🐝. Talk about your fictional caregiver! It can be any information you want to share about them- It doesn't need to be caregiver or regression related!

I love Shirokuma the SECOND I met him I knew!!! There's something wrong with this guy!!! sdflgkjkjgkdf

At first it was just the Monokuma biased, omg sweet cutest Monokuma my beloved I thought but like... It just seems so much better with him?? He's what I thought Usami was gonna be.

Cute and sweet on the outside, completely unhinged and unfeeling on the inside. Zero emotions and a perfect facade, you'd never know. He's creepy, stalkerish, but so so cute and innocent acting. He could get away with about anything.

It was when he started creeping on Komaru that he really shot me through the heart honestly. Subtle creepy, a little clingy, the kind of guy to say "No hug?" to a stranger when they're about to leave after talking to them for like 15 minutes. And he'd GET AWAY WITH IT TOO!!! Because he's SO CUTE!!!

In my first watch of UDG I was so caught up on the Warriors of Hope and being their Dad-type that I didn't really focus on anything else. Like yeah I LIKED Shirokuma's lil creeper activity but that was a C plot to me. It wasn't until a few years later when Regressed me got into Horror that this twisted little Infantalization and Medical Gaslighting story started to bubble up, and I just rolled with it.

My little bad ending AU... something about it brings me a lot of comfort. It was also the first sign that maaaaybe I shouldn't interact with main stream regressors too much kdsjfkjdsfk

#Emile's Edits #Proship Agere #Again read at your own risk because I'm really not positive what to tag here #Except for maybe... #TW Medical #Sure #Shirokuma my favorite Yandere he's SO cute <3 #Indulging in my most self indulgent AU of all time #Shirokuma goes rouge from Junko #There's something seriously wrong with this guy (affectionate)

[namoamii]

i absolutely love nagito but i hated chapter 5 [SPOILERS]

[SORRY for the dump and most of it is just my feelings and not actual analysis lol]

i mean yeah his death was extremely elaborate and it just goes to show how smart komaeda is and that even though his luck completely destroyed his life it gave him what he wanted in the end, (in an extremely twisted, roundabout way) which was to die for a purpose and even though he died hating the ultimates and himself he had genuine hope that he could bring a change for the better with his death, which aside from being loved and understood, is the only thing that he expressed wanting out of his life.

so basically what i'm saying is YES his death was very well-written and it makes a lot of sense for him to go out that way, but personally i hated it because it made me really sad.

in the funhouse, born from a want to just be useful, nagito went into the final death room and ended up finding out that everything he knew and loved about the ultimates turned out to be a lie (in his eyes, at least) thus revealing to him that he was stuck on an island with 15 remnants of despair including himself and he didn't know what to do with himself.

he concocted his plan and believed that he was dying for something good. But still, he died alone and in pain and that makes me sad.

It's really just personal bias at this point but I hated the way that hinata treated him in the game (even though it was somewhat reasonable,) because despite his enigmatic personality and awkwardness, he really just wanted to be friends with hinata.

he wanted to have someone to relate to because he felt like an outcast when compared to all the other ultimates, but hinata pushed him away and didn't want to be compared to him.

it was hard for me to finish the game at that point (i have a tendency to lose interest when my favorite character dies, or i get really sad and i don't see the point in continuing to play the game) and i only made it through his investigation by just skipping most of the dialogue.

i'm really the type to just latch onto one character, but when that character dies i get very upset and it's hard for me to find any more joy in the game/show once they're gone

Ahhh I appreciate you so much for sharing your feelings *hugs* this blog is a safe space for all hot takes alike!

I have a weird taste and actually enjoy seeing my fav characters die, but I definitely understand how you would have felt when seeing his death happens — so sudden and so tragic — I don’t remember how I reacted when I first saw it, but it definitely left a strong impression, which made Chapter 5 so memorable for me. Actually, in some ways, I think his death actually pushed him more close to Hinata; not only for Hinata to understand Komaeda more, but also for Komaeda to be like Hinata more. I think what Usami said at the end of chapter 5 beautifully concludes the deepest cleavage I see between Hinata and Komaeda: their self-determination (or self-confidence?). So in a way, I think his death actually is a character progress, which is the reason why I enjoyed Chapter 5 so much. You don’t have to agree or anything! I think your feelings are totally justified and if I could I will give you a hug T_T Komaeda do be doing this to us ToT!!

#komaedump

[despair-to-future-arcs]

She’s just standing there… menacingly!

...So when can I talk with Master Fuyuhiko? Sorry but I'm feeling a bit tired right now...

Well the last time I check, he was in Italy right now and the timezone should be 5 PM I believe.

So if you wish to talk with him, I can get him on and you 2 can talk.

Thank you, I just... I need to make sure he's okay...

Don't worry Peko, even if Fuyuhiko isn't here with us - I'm sure he would want you to focus on your own health.

He say that he wants you to have a life outside of the Kuzuruyu Clan.

Hajime is correct, I'm sure once Nagi talks with him; you can speak with him and he'll assure you that he's okay.

Yeah and trust me, the dude did get along with us better and promise to work towards a better future.

So he did, huh?

Yeah I mean... the guy can still have a temper but he started to work with us and got along so if your worried; don't be.

I see... that's good to hear, I'm happy to hear Master Fuyuhiko was able to move on and get along with everyone...

So thank you 4, for being there for my young master when I couldn't be.

That's good to hear, and will be sure we are here to help you too...

*As then Hajime hugs Peko* Wh-what are you doing...?

I just figure you needed this, don't worry - I know your interested in him.

...I see, then thank you.

See? You got nothing to worry about; Hajime, Sonia, Akane and Kazuichi where there to help and support him while you were gone so you don't need to-.

...?

... *Hajime lowers his hand*

*sees where Hajime's hand is going and then quickly slaps it* ?!

*whispers* Hajime Hinata, What are you doing with that hand there!

Hu-Huh?! What...?

Hajime, what are you doing...?

*pulls Hajime away from Peko* No-Nothing just saw something and-.

*Looks at Hajime's pants*...

...Hajime, please come with me, I... I need to do a check-up, seems that your a little too excited.

Wa-Wait hold on, I can explain!

No just come with me, now! Masuyo and Hotaru just keep an eye on everyone and call the Usami bot if anything comes up...!

*Nagi drags Hajime out of the room and back in the hall where her and Peko came from*...

Sure thing ma'am, make sure he's got something good to read; will make sure nothing bad happens while you uh, deal with the problem...

#dr #danganronpa #dtfa #despair to future arc #fs:rw #future side: re write #sdr2 #peko pekoyama #nagi nanami #hajime hinata #sonia nevermind #akane owari #kazuichi souda #hotaru miyahira #anonymous #fs ep 8

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Hajime in Jabberwock Island

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zwgGVDi

by Gingerninja8

Hajime wakes up in what he thinks is the Jabberwock Island he's been calling home for a while. But nothing is working right. A familiar face with white rabbit ears claiming to be late runs into the restaurant.

Words: 13246, Chapters: 6/6, Language: English

Fandoms: Super Dangan Ronpa 2

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hinata Hajime, Komaeda Nagito, Nanami Chiaki, Mioda Ibuki, Sonia Nevermind, Soda Kazuichi, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko, Hanamura Teruteru, Pekoyama Peko, Tanaka Gundham, Nidai Nekomaru, Owari Akane, Tsumiki Mikan, Saionji Hiyoko, Koizumi Mahiru, Chou Koukou Kyuu no Sagishi | Ultimate Imposter, Monokuma (Dangan Ronpa), Usami | Monomi

Relationships: Hinata Hajime/Komaeda Nagito

Additional Tags: Alice in Wonderland basically but make it Danganronpa, Hinata Hajime Needs a Hug, Tired Hinata Hajime, Confused Hinata Hajime, Y'all want a brief class trial?, Cause that's what you're gonna get, Fluff, Hinata Hajime is trying, He's a workaholic pass it on, Mild bit of gore in the form of a decapitation but I don't go into details, Don't think it really needs a warning but here ya go, I could have had Nagito as so many other characters, Hajime's frustrated and honestly I'd be too, tickle, Tickling, Tickle Fights, Sorry some characters have more screen time than others, I didn't know what to do with some of them

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zwgGVDi

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #dr

[prompt-master]

the chad usami vs the virgin monokubs

Unfortunately for all of our eyes two of the monokubs are not virgins

#ask #prom is talking #let me tell you man if i could curbstomp the shit out of those little fuckers oh my god #i dont tend to hate characters #but god the seething rage that overtakes me when i see them #usami gets a hug #monokubs get thrown into an incinerator #very simple

[junrohateblog]

this has probably been said before but!!! i want to see more cuddling in junro!!! misaki and akihiko obviously share a bed more often than not so

WHERE are my CUDDLE SCENES!!!

#there have been some but they’re so short and there’s barely any #just wanna see them snuggling pls it’s for the sake of my health #they hug a lot and it’s GREAT don’t get me wrong but cuddles....they need cuddles #junjou romantica #takahashi misaki #usami akihiko #nakamura shungiku #akihiko usami

[madeleine-line]

[What mornings with them are like]

Warnings: fluff, GN reader, nothing too crazy

•••

[Sugimoto]

Definitely sleeps in a bit more than he should, so there’s a good chance you’ll wake up before him, if you try to wake him up he’ll just laugh and pull you back into bed with him, saying something about how a few more minutes couldn’t hurt

[Ogata]

He has trouble sleeping for one reason or another, so he’s always up and down throughout the night. There’s a good chance he’ll be up before you- he’s not exactly a morning person however. He spends most of the morning groggy and not fully awake, during this time he won’t speak much or really even acknowledge you. However he may lay his head on your shoulder and close his eyes for a few seconds. When he does wake up before you he just watches you sleep, memorizing your whole face.

[Tanigaki]

Wakes up pretty early, he’s almost always up before you, which he doesn’t mind he likes making breakfast for you and bringing it to you in bed, he lets you stay there for as long as you want and won’t really make an effort to get you out of bed unless you have something important to do.

[Shiraishi]

Annoying. He wants all your attention 24/7 but he’s especially needy in the mornings. You’re also always up before him, he gets upset if he wakes up without you in the bed so don’t think about leaving, he’ll whine and pout if you even suggest getting up for any reason other than to make him breakfast.

[Usami]

He is very clingy in the morning, he’ll wrap his whole body around you and there’s no way you’ll be getting out of bed anytime soon. If you do manage to get up he’ll be attached at your hip the whole time, following you around while you do things like some kinda lost puppy. He’ll regularly interrupt your morning routine to hug you and kiss all over your face and neck.

[Koito]

he’s a bit of a early bird seeing as his morning routine is very long. Also very clingy, has to be holding on to you in one way or another- and you almost always wake up tangled together. he’s also very talkative in the mornings and wants to ramble on about the dreams he’s had and he wants to hear all about yours too.

[Tsukishima]

He’s ALWAYS up before you, he lets you sleep in because he feels guilty about waking you up so by the time you’re finally awake he’ll have breakfast made and ready for you and he’s made you coffee/tea, just how you like it. He also prefers quiet in the morning and won’t talk a lot and when he does it’s just above a whisper.

[Edogai]

Definitely a morning person, he’s always up very early and he’ll get a bit upset if you sleep in too long so there’s a good chance he’ll wake you up with him. After waking you up he’ll probably leave to get some work done but if you don’t come and join him soon he’ll come back and drag you out of bed.

[Kiroranke]

Sleeps in pretty late, has an iron grip on you though so you’ll pretty much be stuck with him until he wakes up. He wakes you up every morning with a kiss on the cheek and asks you how you slept, pretty normal stuff.

[Vasily]

He’s also more of a morning person, he’s also very soft in the mornings. Gently brushing your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb, just small things like that are his way of saying ‘good morning’

—————

Ughhh I hate writing and this took actually so long for 0 reason. Also sorry if any of the characters are ooc im doing my best here alright 💔

#golden kamuy x reader #gk x reader #golden kamuy headcanons #gk headcanons #ogata hyakunosuke x reader #sugimoto saichi x reader #Usami tokishige x reader #tsukishima Hajime x reader #Kiroranke x reader #Tanigaki genjirou x reader #Shiraishi yoshitake x reader #Koito otonoshin x reader #edogai yasaku x reader #Vasily x reader #.my writing

[ssvampiez]

Hi Mod Chiaki! May i request Chiaki Nanami, Usami/Monomi (Platonic) and Mikan Tsumiki from danganronpa that they notice the reader has a scar on their wrist and is suffering from sh? (s*lf h*rm) I hope thats fine with you! Can i also get a non killing game AU? which is like normaI in the island? I'm really sorry if this triggers you.. :( - 🍬

Hello! Thank you for requesting, please don't hurt yourself. It wont get any better! You are super strong >__< If you need someone to talk too you can just chat me :) don’t be shy!!

- MOD CHIAKI

CHIAKI, USAMI/MONOMI, AND MIKAN NOTICES THE READER HAS A S3LF H4RM SCAR (NO KILLING GAME)

Characters: Chiaki Nanami, Usami/Monomi, and Mikan Tsumiki 

Pairings: Chiaki Nanami x Reader, Usami/Monomi and Reader (Platonically), Mikan Tsumiki x Reader

Warnings: Mention of S3lf H4rm and Mikan’s backstory (Mentions of abuse)

Post type: Headcanons

A/N: Sorry if Mikan’s part is short :”(

Word count: 638

✧ CHIAKI NANAMI

✎ You were in Chiaki’s cottage just chilling around while you watch her play video games on the consoles, she was just laying on your chest while you wrapped your arms around her

✎ She asked you why you wear long sleeves

✎ However, you decided to change the topic to something fun and not answer her question

✎ Chiaki knows something is wrong but doesn't push you to say it

✎ An hour has passed and it's getting midnight so you decided to go back to your cottage 

✎ "Uhm, I should go back now. I'll see you tomorrow 'kay?"

✎ You stand up and walked to the door

✎ But Chiaki held your wrist which makes you flinch and stings

✎ "Huh? Is your wrist bleeding?" She said letting go of your wrist

✎ You turned around "What? No!" you were sweating and anxious

✎ Chiaki already knew you were lying and she needed to know this situation

✎ “S/o, let me see your wrist.” She said calmly

✎ You give her your wrist and show her the scars on your wrist

✎ Her eyes widen and she quickly pulled you into a hug

✎ “You know if you’re having a difficult time you can just tell me..”

✎ The next day Chiaki is patching you up :) and made a pinky promise you would never do it again

✧ USAMI/MONOMI

✎ She won’t understand why you have a scar on your wrist, she will probably think it was an accident or someone hurt you

✎ Of course, she will get worried and tell you what’s wrong

✎ If you refuse to tell her it’s fine she respects you but will give you a speech to take care of yourself like what she would often do to the students.

✎ She would ask either Sonia or Chiaki why is the reason you have a scar on your wrist

✎ They will tell her that you are having a difficult moment and the way to relieve that is to hurt yourself

✎ Man, this poor innocent stuffed animal will be so shocked and disappointed in you, but why did you try to hurt yourself to make everything better? She didn’t understand anything.

✎ The next morning, Usami decided to talk to you about this

✎“[name], I noticed that you are hurting yourself. But why?”

✎ You couldn’t respond to it, you just shook your head and pretend that you never did it

✎ “You know hurting yourself is a big no-no-no right? So please don’t do it!”

✎ “If you ever need someone to talk to, the Magical Miracle Girl ★ Usami...A.K.A. Usami your squeezably soft teacher will help you out!” She said with confidence

✎ Will ask Mikan to bandage up your scars ^^

✎ Usami also cares about the other students too! But no one pays attention to her except for Sonia, Chiaki, and you

✧ MIKAN TSUMIKI

✎ Please protect this human at all cost

✎ She’ll understand what’s wrong with the situation

✎ Because she experienced it herself :(

✎ She was abused from a very young age so she take care of herself

✎ Would ask what happened to your wrist though, to make sure if you’re alright

✎ Will apologize if she makes you uncomfortable or annoys you

✎ (PLEASE SAY IT'S OKAY)

✎ Will take care of the scar on your wrist

✎ Bandages you up like hers

✎ Gives kisses to your wrist so it can heal easily

✎ Please give her kisses and loves too!

✎ “H-hey s/o? Do you p-p-promise not to do this again..?”

✎ Mikan is really sweet and caring, although she can over-apologizing

✎ But there's nothing wrong with that, right? :)

#✧💌adorbley #danganronpa x reader #chiaki x reader #chiaki nanami x reader #chiaki nanami #mikan tsumuki x reader #mikan x reader #mikan headcanons #monomi and reader #dr2 #danganronpa 2 #mikan tsumiki #usami and reader

[sdr2lovemail]

Could I request "one liner Prompt list 11" #2 for Nagito?

This one ended up being kinda short and I apologize for that. I hope you enjoy it Anon!

“No no no, sorry! I just-… I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name.” (ft. Nagito Komaeda)

One second you were in your classroom and on a beach the next. You were supposed to be attending Hope’s Peak Academy. Now you gotta collect “hope fragments” for some Rock-afire reject. After Usami’s message everyone begins to depart. Eager to explore this island the beach is quick to empty.

Looking around it’s just you, the guy that fainted, and the ultimate lucky student Nagito Komaeda. Nagito is hovering over the unconscious boy, it seems he’s trying to wake him up. Walking over you stand over them. Noticing the shadow, Nagito looks back and gives you a polite smile.

“I’m sorry, am I blocking your way? Someone as dirty as me shouldn’t get in the way of an ultimate.”

You do not respond. Instead you crouch down and begin to inspect the boy laying in the sand. You bring your hand to his shoulder and begin to shake him. After a couple of seconds his eyes begin to crack open. Squinting from the sun he looks up at the two of you.

“There you go, Nagito. He’s awake now.” You say as while standing up. The mentioned teen looks up in awe. His eyes are big and his mouth is slack. You were confused at his astonishment. Waking someone up isn’t a big deal. “Uhm Nagito? Did I do something wrong?”

Hearing his name again Nagito shoots up from the ground. Taking your hand in his he begins to apologise.

“No no no, sorry! I just-… I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name. I’m just some nobody. For an ultimate to know my name is-....It fills me with joy!”

“Oh that’s it? I was just watching the news when it was announced that you won the raffle.”

After you mentioned the raffle Nagito sighs and looks down at the ground. “While it’s amazing to be here with such brilliant ultimates. I wish that it was because I was a real ultimate.” He then looks at you with an almost pitiful look. “Being lucky isn’t really a talent in my eyes. I even denied my invitation at first.”

“...Well Nagito, I’m happy you ended up coming. You seem...nice. I hope we can become good friends and get off this island.”

Releasing your hand Nagito hugs himself. A big smile adorns his face. He looks absolutely joyful.

“Good friends? It would be an honor to become friends with you!”

Now sitting up Hajime lets out a confused sound as he is still disoriented. Having just remembered about the boy Nagito crouches down to help him up.

#nagito komaeda x reader #danganronpa x reader #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda #sdr2 x reader #sdr2 #super danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa fanfiction #x reader

[mikimagines]

the thing we all waited for...the masterlist!

but in this case on how I was so close on giving up.

Danganronpa THH:

Dating Headcanons: Boys

Dating Headcanons: Girls 1

Dating Headcanons: Girls 2

Ghost Hunter S/O - yasuhiro and mondo.

Grieving S/O 1 - toko and byakuya.

Mad Scientist Classmate/ S/O - toko

the snowball war with the entire danganronpa 1,2 and 3 cast.

Classmate/ S/O who actually does magic - Makoto and Chihiro

Byakuya with a s/o he is ONLY nice to.

Hina trying to apologize to her s/o after almost killing them in chapter 4.

girls, well actually just hina, kirigiri, toko? and sayaka with a mute s/o.

Giving the girls flowers.

Chihiro dating headcanons

blackeneds accidentally kills s/o.

Holy Shit it worked! - dr girls.

Bad Driver S/O - mondo

toko trying to apologize after rejecting reader.

junko with a s/o who is afraid of her killing them for despair.

Makoto Going on a amusement park date

Danganronpa Goodbye Despair:

this is going to be a lot. *sobbing in background*

cast with the ultimate lil bomber.

fun fact! I’m shocked on how none of you got my reference to genshin impact’s Klee.

cast with the ultimate lil bomber the sequel.

reader hacks the neo world

Hiyoko with a twin who is looks exactly like her, same clothes, height, voice

Nagito Ruins Everything. Season 1, Episode 1.

Sonia has to choose: her country? or her s/o?

Mad Scientist S/O/ Classmate -kazuichi

Quiet S/O suddenly rage quits. -fuyuhiko

Classmate Reader who suddenly just picks up kittens -peko

Ghost Adventures with nagito and gundham

Ghost Adventures with nagito and gundham 2

the snowball war between the entire danganronpa 1,2, and 3 cast.

peko being gifted a puppy

nagito’s s/o breaking fourth wall

peko’s s/o mistaking fuyuhiko as pekos little brother

soft-spoken s/o.

gundham w/ ultimate reader s/o

Mikan with a soft/tough s/o that takes her out for ice cream not in that way..

gundham and his s/o + Sonia free animals from a kill shelter.

Sdr2 seeing photos of their selfs as ultimate despairs

dr2 girls with the ultimate voice actor.

meet the most lovey dovey crap I have ever made!

peko accidentally kills her s/o

s/o isn’t the blackened but gets killed anyways.

and the most lovely dovey shit I have ever made and I hate to look at...

this: sdr2 boys find their dead s/o murdered

moving on...

Hajime, Nagito and Chiaki w/ a ultimate prophet s/o

peko with a over dramatic reader

Dr2 Girls Dating Headcanons

Danganronpa 2 cast with a reader who is a little too obsessed with “justice” and like nagito

Reader who gives a hug to Monomi/Usami.

Danganronpa 2 cast meets future’s s/o’s and their Child. (kinda, only chiaki, kazuichi, Hajime and nagito.)

Dr1 and Dr2 react to finding out about the tragedy? as well as junko lives?

Nagito Komenda w/ Ultimate Unlucky Student s/o

Nagito Finding out that y/n killed someone who tried to kill him.

I’m so done,, there’s too many.. so much work... this is just going to be randoms for now.

Kokichi, Nagito, Shuichi, Rantaro, Hajime, Kiibo and Taka react to someone from a different class having a crush on their crush.

Makoto, Hajime, Shuichi and Fuyuhiko with a short s/o that pranks them after they make fun of them.

Gundham, Kazuichi, and Fuyuhiko with an s/o who reveals themselves as the mastermind.

Angie Yonaga as a mother.

Miu and Kokichi with an s/o who is oblivious to their jokes.

AAAAAAAAA

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa #danganronpa masterlist #rip mod Mikan time

[rovelae]

Behind the Scenes of “Hologram”

           Today marks exactly one year since I posted arguably my most popular fic. “Hologram” is a postgame Saiouma one-shot about escapism, loneliness, and running away from the past. I put a lot of myself into this fic and I’m blown away by all the love it’s received, not only on AO3 but in Discord servers and other social media. All that excitement made me keep thinking about it, so I thought I’d share a (very self-indulgent) behind-the-scenes of sorts about how I wrote it, as well as what I think of the story.

           This essay will contain spoilers for the whole fic, so if you’d like to read it first, you can find it here. Of course, if the tags scare you off, that’s valid, but you might want to skip this post too since I’ll be quoting it throughout (so, just to be safe, expect the warnings I’ve posted on AO3 to apply here too).

           If you’re a Lorde fan you’ll recognize the lyrics in the fic summary – “Nothing’s wrong when nothing’s true,” from “Buzzcut Season.” The inspiration for this fic came to me while I was on my way to an early shift at work, and I needed a good song in my head to give me the will to live for the next eight hours. Not sure why I chose that song in particular, but maybe part of it is because I like imagining stories to go along with the songs I listen to, like AMVs playing in my head, and I’d never been able to pin down exactly what this song reminded me of.

           The mood of the music is really what compelled me – there’s something lonely about it, and the lyrics sound like the singer’s trying to convince herself that everything’s okay even when all evidence points otherwise. There are “explosions on TV”, and “The men up on the news / They try to tell us all that we will lose,” but “we live beside the pool / Where everything is good.” Despite everything going wrong, despite the notes of fear creeping into the pre-chorus, the character will “play along… in a hologram with you” and “never go home again.”

           From there, it was an easy jump to “postgame Saiou” and that was that.

             There’s a cloud of seagulls hovering in the air around him, and a dozen or so more standing just out of reach, staring him down with beady black eyes. Kokichi takes a slice of bread from the loaf he’s holding and tosses it to one of the birds, watches it catch it and stumble under the weight, watches its head bob as it tries to swallow the whole thing at once. It gets remarkably far before four other birds descend on it, shrieking wildly.

           “Mine, mine, mine,” he mumbles into his folded arms, wondering if Shuichi would get the reference.

           He really wishes Shuichi was here.

           Kokichi upends the rest of the loaf of bread onto the sidewalk and laughs at the resulting chaos until his chest aches.

             To start off, I wanted to create the same lonely mood from “Buzzcut Season” in Kokichi’s simulation. He’s not exactly trapped there, but he’s refusing to leave, because as long as he’s on the fake Jabberwock Island, he can pretend the killing game never happened. The trade-off to that escapism is that the only people he can talk to are the NPCs, who aren’t complex enough to be remotely interesting to him, and Usami, who… well, tries her best, but is more of an informational / moderation program and can’t offer him what a therapist could.

           The only thing Kokichi has to look forward to is Shuichi, who he’s convinced is an extremely lifelike computer program rather than the real thing, because the real Shuichi would definitely hate him for everything that happened during the killing game. He’s so locked into this line of logic that he doesn’t let himself consider that Shuichi has forgiven him – he doesn’t even have a good answer for why the Future Foundation wouldn’t just keep the supposed Shuichi AI on indefinitely, believing it’s their way of baiting him into leaving the simulation.

           It’s not a healthy or sustainable lifestyle in the slightest, but Kokichi stubbornly refuses to do anything but wander the islands aimlessly, passing the time with ice cream and feeding seagulls until the next time he can see Shuichi.

             He dreams that DICE is here in the simulation with him, smiling and carefree as they explore the weird music venue. One of them has gotten the karaoke machine working, and another found a box of kazoos and maracas in the back room. Kokichi already pities anyone unfortunate enough to walk by the building tonight.

           “Not going to sing, Joker?” one of his DICE asks (over the sound of their youngest member shrieking through seven kazoos at once), sitting on the bench next to him.

           “Some games are more fun to watch than play,” he answers, leaning back on his hands and sighing.

           “Like a killing game.”

           The warm dream-atmosphere turns cold then, and Kokichi’s head snaps over to look at him—but his brother is gone and Kaito’s looking back at him instead, blood in his teeth and face ashen pale.

           “You... we don’t have to do this, man,” Kaito says, but it’s a lie and they both know it, and he doesn’t want to look behind him because he knows the machine’s looming over him with its unyielding steel and slow slow slow descent—

           “You’re not real,” he snaps at dream-Kaito, who doesn’t respond except to lift him up again. “Nothing’s real, none of—PUT ME DOWN! LET GO OF ME! DON’T PUT ME BACK IN THERE!”

           “Death is more mercy than you deserve,” Kaito says, and Kokichi claws and bites and kicks his way out of Kaito’s grasp like a wild animal, only to end up in front of a prison cell full of—

           DICE, his beloved DICE, trapped and hurt and afraid, bloodied and beaten and helpless.

           “Why didn’t you save us, boss?” says his second-in-command, clutching the bars with bleeding hands. “Why didn’t you do more? Now we’re all dead and it’s because of you.”

             Moments like this are my reference to Buzzcut Season’s pre-chorus, where the not-okay starts to creep into the illusion. Despite Kokichi’s valiant efforts to forget, he’s still dealing with the aftermath of seeing his family hurt and in danger, watching his friends die, orchestrating the deaths of two of them, being killed himself— and then being told every bit of it was made up to entertain an audience who sees nothing wrong with that picture. Running away is not the way to heal from trauma, and one day soon it’s all bound to come crashing down around him.

             “Do you know what this … island paradise represents, Kokichi?” [Hinata] asks, and Kokichi’s really not in the mood for a lecture but he continues anyway. “Jabberwock Island … was the setting for the fiftieth season of Danganronpa. The golden anniversary, they called it. It was my season.”

           Kokichi hunches over, hugging his arms over his torso and stifiling a scream. He does not want to think about this right now—

           “They wanted it to be the best season of all, which, unfortunately for us, meant it was also the bloodiest,” Hinata says. “Twice as many participants, deadly traps hidden across each of the islands— they even changed the way the motives worked, like when they told Fuyuhiko to cut out his own eye so Peko could have a quick death instead of suffering for days.”

           “Do I look like your therapist, porcupine-head?” Kokichi hisses. A sharp pain is pounding into his skull, and there’s a bitter, metallic taste at the back of his throat. A taste like poison and blood.

           “There was so much going on that the simulation malfunctioned,” Hinata says. “When people died, their Ultimate talents downloaded themselves into me. I’m told that the stress of so many personality grafts came close to liquefying my frontal lobe. I’m lucky I woke up at all… especially considering more than half of the others didn’t.”

           “Why are you telling me this?” Kokichi grates out through the static building in his head. If he opens his eyes, will he see the beach or the dull chrome of the machine closing in on him?

           “Because I know how much you want to forget about what happened,” Hinata says. “Believe me, I get it.”

           ….

           “These things that happened to us… we can’t erase them, no matter how much we want to. Some things have to be remembered.”

             I’d mostly like to leave Hajime’s season up to interpretation, but there are a couple things I wanted to say about it. I imagine Danganronpa is like the Hunger Games in that it’d go all out for big anniversaries. So, there were twice as many participants for the Jabberwock Island beatdown that was probably subtitled “Bloodbath Bay” or something equally appealing. The game’s formula changed from a focus on the mystery and the trials to “look at all these kids massacring each other a la Lord of the Flies,” and since the VR system wasn’t equipped to handle that many people and their deaths, it malfunctioned, giving Hajime way too many Ultimate talents and putting half the cast into comas from which they never woke up.

           Viewers either absolutely loved or absolutely hated this season, depending on whether they were DR fans because of the “blood n’ guts” factor or the “mystery and psychological thriller” aspect. Team Danganronpa faced quite a bit of backlash for actually causing the real-life deaths of half its participants, but were able to weasel their way out of serious legal repercussions because of the waivers the participants had signed beforehand (plus a lot of bribery and falling back on their longstanding popularity). So, the cast of Season 50 failed to end the killing game, but helped provide great evidence for the “Danganronpa is morally wrong” argument.

           Hajime works as a victim liaison for the Future Foundation and has been trying to take down Danganronpa since he got out of it. He’s like that in a few of my fics, actually; I like the idea of Hajime acting as a big brother of sorts to the V3 cast. It’s especially entertaining to imagine his interactions with Kokichi— though maybe not so much in Hologram, since to Kokichi he’s a representation of the past he’s trying so desperately to forget and the future he refuses to acknowledge.

             “SHUT UP!” He launches himself at Hinata, his hands wrapping around the other man’s throat as he uses his momentum to slam him to the ground. “SHUT! UP!”

           “Ko— ghk—” Hinata coughs, eyes wide with surprise, but aside from moving his hands up to grip Kokichi’s wrists, he doesn’t seem all that worried about fighting back.

           The thought only fuels Kokichi’s rage until he’s choking Hinata so hard his knuckles are white. “If you want me out of this simulation so badly, you can kill me,” he snarls. “I’m never waking up! I’m never leaving, do you UNDERSTAND ME?”

           Hinata grimaces, the outline of his avatar flickering, but he still doesn’t struggle, and Kokichi hates him all the more for it, despises him with a seething malice that festers low in his stomach. He wonders distantly if he’d actually kill this man in real life. Or if he’d be able to stop himself, feeling like this.

             Kokichi’s breakdown here is more out of fear than anger. Like I mentioned, Kokichi sees Hajime as another piece of what’s hurt him, and no matter how Hajime tries to help, Kokichi will always remember Danganronpa whenever he sees him.

             Warm yellow-orange light casts a relaxed, cozy glow over the dining hall. It’s an ambience compounded by the flickering candles on the table, which seems overly idyllic, but Kokichi will let it slide because of the adorable way Shuichi flushed when he noticed them as they sat down. Well, if he’s being honest, everything about Shuichi right now is adorable, from the way his hair keeps falling into his eyes to the way he’s nervously fiddling wth his chopsticks. Kokichi wishes he could keep staring at him forever.

           Ah, not… not in a weird way, though, just… because Shuichi’s beautiful, and when Kokichi looks at him he can forget everything bad that’s ever happened, can create some new and brighter world to exist in.

             This is an idea I wish I’d had room to explore a bit more in the story— that is, just how far Kokichi will go to pretend everything’s fine. I thought about making him border on delusional, like having him talk to people who aren’t there or forget what’s actually happening around him because he’s so lost in his fiction-within-a-fiction. It would have creeped Shuichi out a whole lot.

           Unfortunately, there wasn’t much room for that past the plot I’d already nailed down, so I focused on his loneliness and escapism instead. I do touch on it later in this scene, though— the couple paragraphs where he slips into fantasizing about being a phantom thief having a surreptitious meeting with his detective under the not-so-subtle supervision of his DICE. There would have been a lot more of that if I’d gone with the ‘delusion’ stylistic choice, to the point where even the readers would be confused about what’s real. Maybe I’ll look into writing something similar in a future story.

             Eventually, Shuichi sets down his bowl and looks away with a little sigh, and Kokichi clenches his teeth because that’s the sigh he does when it’s time for that conversation.

           “Um… Kokichi?”

           Kokichi’s only response is to exhale the breath he’d been holding in a quiet hiss.

           “I-I know you don’t want to, but… but I really need to talk to you about something,” Shuichi says. “Please?”

           “My Mr. Detective can talk about whatever he’d like!” Kokichi says with a lilt to his tone that makes it sound more sarcastic than he wants it to. He takes the last bite of curry and wishes that it burns hot enough to hurt.

           “It’s about Kaito.”

             This more serious part of the date scene is meant to reflect the little bridge in “Buzzcut Season”:

“Cola with the burnt-out taste

I’m the one you tell your fears to

There’ll never be enough of us.”

           It’s a part of the song that sounds especially bittersweet to me, a bit of self-awareness between the insistence that everything’s okay.

           Really all I think I managed was to reference it when Kokichi’s internal dialogue comments on his drink being “so sweet it tastes burnt” and then later not tasting like anything. But hopefully the mood’s still there.

             “Tell him… that I have nothing against him,” he says.

           “That’s … not a lie?” Shuichi presses.

           Kokichi shakes his head idly, still not raising his gaze. “I wanted to wreck the killing game and he wanted to save his friend. We both got what we wanted. I’d say the end more than justifies the means.”

           Was that a lie?

           (I don’t want to die Shuichi I’m sorry I’m sorry save me Shuichi please I’m sorry ithurtsmakeitstop—)

           His fingers tighten into clawlike shapes, nails digging sharply into his forearms.

             I really don’t think Kokichi would have anything against Kaito, even if here he’s not being completely honest with how much he’s affected by what happened. It wouldn’t make sense to him to hate Kaito for something he himself proposed, but I think there’d still be a subconscious barrier between them. Too much history.

             “Don’t go, Shuichi, I’m so sorry, I— that was so dumb, what I said, please don’t be sad anymore.” He’s not sure if he can’t breathe because of the exertion of running or because of the hysteria boiling over in his head. “Please don’t go, I didn’t mean to hurt you— please don’t leave, Shuichi, I’m so sorry.”

           “Oh, Kokichi….” Shuichi’s tone is strange, soft and pitying, like he sees something Kokichi doesn’t, and he shakes his head slowly as more tears follow the paths of the others.

           Kokichi goes to his knees, ready to grovel if that’s what it takes, but Shuichi follows him down, closing his other hand over Kokichi’s, and then they’re both crying and he doesn’t know why, and all he can do is repeat a mantra of I’m sorry and hold on as tight as he can.

           It’s horrible. Shuichi’s horrible. Shuichi’s wonderful, and kind and lovely and perfect and Kokichi hates him, Kokichi adores him, and it doesn’t matter because Shuichi’s not actually here but Kokichi doesn’t want to be alone, just let me pretend some more, please, please let me have this—

           “I’ll… I’ll stay,” Shuichi says at last. “I can stay a while longer.”

           You shouldn’t, Kokichi wants to say, but his mouth won’t obey him. You shouldn’t stay if you don’t want to. I don’t deserve having you here. I’m not worth your mercy.

           But there on the bridge, crying tears of relief, he soaks up as much mercy as he can get and hopes it’s enough to drown him.

             I wanted to create a contrast between them that highlights just how the isolation and trauma Kokichi’s experiencing has affected him. He has an almost unhealthy reliance on Shuichi as “the only thing that makes this world bearable,” and panics when faced with the prospect of being alone again so soon. Part of why Shuichi’s crying is because he’s realized the extent of Kokichi’s desperation. It’s not that he thinks Kokichi’s apology is insincere, but that he’s hardly heard him apologize for anything before, so Kokichi going this far has him realizing how bad things really are.

             The door rumbles and slides open when they approach, revealing the bright light of the log-out point that took Shuichi away every time, that would wake Kokichi up in his real body if he walked into it. Shuichi stops just a step away from it, biting his lip as if searching for something to say, but before he can find it, Kokichi reaches out to tug at his sleeve.

           “Shuichi?” he says, distant as the waves on the beach that he can still hear if he listens closely enough. Shuichi turns back toward him. “Before you go, can I be selfish one more time?”

           “Huh…?”

           Shuichi doesn’t move when Kokichi steps closer, reaches up to ghost his fingertips over Shuichi’s jaw and around the back of his neck. He lets Kokichi tilt his head downward, lets him hover inches away, close enough to feel their breath mingle in the night air. Kokichi pauses there to give him the chance to pull away. He doesn’t.

           So Kokichi closes his eyes and the distance between them.

             That last line is a ZEUGMA! It’s a literary device where one word refers to two more in a different way. A popular example is the hyenas’ line “Our teeth and ambitions are bared” from The Lion King. It’s my favorite grammatical trick and I’d love to see more of it in fanfic.

             Slowly, he slides his hand down to Shuichi’s shoulder, using it as leverage to push himself away. That hurts even more. He can’t seem to open his eyes, and he feels so weakened, breathless, fragile. Cracked open, hollowed out.

           When he finally does open his eyes, Shuichi’s are wide with some mix of astonishment and a dozen other emotions. Kokichi bows his head, taking a deep breath to ground himself. “Sorry,” he whispers. “I just wanted to know.”

           “Kokichi,” Shuichi breathes, like a bullet through his heart.

           “Goodbye, Shuichi,” Kokichi says, and shoves him into the light.

           Shuichi’s little yelp of surprise cuts off abruptly as he falls through the door, vanishing into the glow, and all too soon, Kokichi’s alone again in a dream that suddenly seems far too vast. Alone, with the faintest taste of Shuichi’s lips still lingering on his own.

           And he thinks, It was enough just to know you.

           It’s a lie.

             Nothing to say here except that this is my favorite scene and I’m so happy with how it turned out.

             Fake sun rises over fake ocean, fake seagulls glide through fake sky while fake wind tousles fake palm fronds. Kokichi lies on his stomach in the fake grass and talks to his fake family in the fake notebook. Gives them fake names and runs through everything he remembers about them. Apologizes, over and over, wishes he could hug each of them goodbye one last time. Wonders if it would be more painful to die or to never have existed at all.

           He leaves the notebook of his memories on the seat of one of the Ferris wheel cars on the fourth island, because one time he promised them they’d steal the London Eye together.

           He buys a can of fake soda from the fake convenience store on the first island and sits on the fake beach watching the fake waves. Wonders when he’d hit the end of the simulation if he started swimming, or if he’d drown first.

           White sand, blue sea, bluer sky. Washed out, like an amateur watercolor painting.

           He opens the soda can and raises it to his mouth, but … even the thought of drinking it makes him sick to his stomach. He sets it down in the sand and flicks it over, watching the bubbly liquid run down and sink into the sand. The color’s all wrong, like blood streaked against a metal floor.

           He walks the fake streets of the fifth island, passing fake skyscrapers and fake commuters and their fake conversations, until he finally stops outside the factory he’s never been able to bring himself to go into. Smells like oil, and metal and machines and he can hear the sounds and he’s immediately back in the hangar, dizzy on adrenaline and desperation and leaning heavily on Kaito so he doesn’t keel over and die then and there. Kaito says something about how maybe he should sit down for a minute, and Kokichi didn’t agree back then but he does now, goes down on all fours and dry heaves.

           When his vision solidifies and he can stop gasping for breath, he sits up and presses his back against the factory wall, covering his ears and hiding his face in his knees. Tries to convince himself not to imagine Shuichi’s there with him, holding his hand again, promising everything’s going to be okay.

           “I’ve got you. No one’s going to hurt you anymore,” or maybe, “Breathe with me, it’ll be over soon. You’re safe now.”

           I love you.

           He laughs until there’s nothing left in his lungs. He called these little daydreams obsession, before, but now they just seem sick and insane.

             I wanted to indicate throughout this scene that Kokichi’s gotten substantially worse. Instead of halfheartedly interacting with the NPCs or finding something to spend time doing, he’s aimlessly wandering the islands, focused on how fake all of it is. Not even talking to his sketches of DICE can make him feel better. The suicidal ideation starts to slip in even if he doesn’t realize it— a fixation on wondering what death is like, purposefully triggering himself by walking by the factory….

           The thing I want to talk about most though is the italicized I love you. I left it outside of quotation marks and dialogue tags on purpose because I wanted it to be ambiguous as to who’s saying it. If it’s Kokichi’s line, it’s sudden and almost out of place, like he couldn’t hold back from thinking it anymore. But it could be Shuichi saying it, too. Since it’s outside quotation marks, unlike the previous dream-Shuichi lines, it’s more vague, almost a whisper in Kokichi’s thoughts— like he can barely bring himself to imagine it and even feels guilty doing so, because there’s no way it could possibly be real.

           Which do you think?

           Eh, I don’t have an answer. When I hear it in my head, they say it at the same time.

             “How did you know?” he finally croaks.

           Shuichi’s breathing still sounds shaky, too. “Because you said ‘goodbye,’” he says.

           Kokichi finally looks up at him in a silent question.

           “You never say goodbye,” Shuichi says, rubbing his sleeve over his eyes. “It’s always….”

           “‘See you later,’” Kokichi finishes for him. Despite himself, a tiny huff of astonished laughter escapes him. “I didn’t even know, not until a couple of hours ago. And you figured it all out from one word?”

           Shuichi bites his lip at that. “You kissed me,” he says.

           Kokichi’s stomach twists and he looks away. “I said I was sorry—”

           “No.” Shuichi squeezes his hand into a fist and lets it fall to thump against Kokichi’s chest, like he’s trying to knock some sense into him. “It was so honest, and vulnerable, and… and I know how much you hate showing how you really feel.” Another tiny sob catches in his throat. “And so it felt like … like something you’d do if you weren’t going to s-see me again.”

           “Shuichi….” Kokichi trails off as Shuichi muffles his cries in his hand again. He’s so breathtakingly smart. There’s no one else in the world who thinks that way, no one else who could possibly be that attentive and that clever. Not a programmer, not a team of shrinks… how can an AI manage it? How is it that Shuichi always manages to take him by surprise? How can he see straight through him when he least expects it?

           Kokichi’s hand reaches up to Shuichi’s cheek. Reverently traces the path of the tears falling down it.

           “I wish you were real,” he confesses in a whisper.

             Kokichi’s stubborn. So, so stubborn. And he’s not used to being cared about, if the way he does everything by himself is any indication. So it makes sense to me that he’ll refuse to believe anything good can happen to him even in the face of convincing evidence. He’s pretty self-hating for someone so arrogant.

             Kokichi’s weak, deep down to his core, weak for this man. Already knows he’d do anything for him, and the thought is terrifying—that one person could have that much power over him, even if he doesn’t realize it.

           But what if he has realized it? Couldn’t this all be an elaborate ruse, a lie he knew Kokichi would be so desperate to believe that he wouldn’t bother questioning it?

           …Shuichi’s never hurt him, though. Only that one time, when he really deserved it. Shuichi wouldn’t … betray him, even for what he thinks is Kokichi’s own good. They’re… different from each other, that way.

           But still….

           “I’m so scared, Shuichi.” It’s barely a whisper. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

           “You won’t be.” It’s so hard to be skeptical, lost in his eyes. “I’ll be right there with you, for as long as you want. I won’t let you feel like this anymore.”

           Promise me, he wants to blurt out. Promise you’ll stay. Promise me you’ll never leave me, Shuichi, he wants to demand, but that’s wrong, that’s manipulative and selfish and everything he doesn’t want to be for Shuichi anymore.

           Shuichi, of course, says it anyway.

           “I promise, Kokichi.”

…        

           “Kiss me again,” he says. “Please?”

           Shuichi leans in close, then pauses, his brow furrowing the way it does when he catches him in a lie.

           “I’ll kiss you again in the real world,” Shuichi says. “Okay?”

           Kokichi shakes his head. “Shuichi, please.” Please, I don’t think I can do this. Please, I don’t want to wake up to a lie. Please, one last kiss for me to remember in case it was all fake.

           Shuichi reaches out to tilt his chin up and Kokichi closes his eyes, savoring every second, burning it into his memory.

           Shuichi’s soft breath ghosts over his lips.

           “Trust me,” he murmurs.        

           Kokichi’s eyes flutter back open, searching his face. Shifting him around on the white board in his head, seeing what categories he fits into this time. Weird, of course. Suspicious, maybe not. Trustworthy?

           Trustworthy….

           “I do trust you,” he realizes.

             Kokichi’s still hesitant to accept all of this— Shuichi kissing him didn’t magically fix everything. He’ll still doubt all the way to the log-out point, but at least now he realizes that this simulation is only hurting him— that if things are to get better they’re going to have to change, too. He’s got a long way to go before he’s all right, but he’s not going to have to face it alone anymore.

             And that’s a wrap!

           Once again, I’m really proud of this story, and I feel like I grew as a writer because of it. There are a few things I would change if I wrote it again, but for all its flaws it’s still my baby and I like how it turned out.

           Thanks again for all your support for “Hologram,” and thanks even more if you actually waded through all this nonsense of a director’s cut. It’s a huge confidence-boost to think that people liked what I wrote, and even wanted to hear what I had to say about it. If there’s any interest, I’d love to review some of my other fics here, or theorize or brainstorm or whatever else  you’re into. (Ask me what Byakuya’s Thing is in my superhero AU, I dare you 😉)

           I do have a WIP in my folder of bits and pieces currently titled “boy finally gets that kiss”, and it’s a post-Hologram scene from Shuichi’s point of view to just sorta… tie it all together, have them talk things over again… and kiss, of course. We’ll see if anything comes out of that.

           Until next time!

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