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cold as ice, baby | hinata hajime

kinktober day one: fingering

word count. 2.9k

content. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, trans!hinata, gender neutral reader, fingering, established but new relationship, kissing, no real power dynamics but hinata likes being in control, biting, reader doesn't get touched but it's implied at the end

♪ freak - lana del rey.

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Some days, Hajime's self-loathing is no joke.

It feels like the heat in Jabberwock intensifies it sometimes. Sort of... bastes it. Like it's cooking in its own filthy greasy residue and making him feel all oily and gross and hot. So, so hot. Under that stupid sun he cooks, and he sweats, and he feels like they can all smell it on him.

Probably not though. He showers every day, and nobody gets close enough to try.

It makes him feel a little sick, is all. How much he wants you sometimes. He feels gross, barely a step above Hanamura or maybe worse. He feels like he should go to jail sometimes for the way he ogles you. It's a hot island, so sometimes you have so much skin out, shoulders and legs, gleaming from sunblock lotion, slightly tacky from the whitish paste. Or the sea salt in your hair, or the chapstick you'd loaned from Saionji on your lips, apple and cinnamon. Or the swimsuits. Hajime's mouth goes dry.

He does not want to think about you in swimwear. Because then he's not going to stop thinking about you in swimwear, and it'll lead somewhere bad, which is the whole fucking issue, really.

You're so new, the both of you. He's liked you for ages, but you've only been official for a month or so. He can't just pounce on you like a starving lion. Even though he wants to. Even though he really, really wants to.

He watches you sit cross-legged with Tanaka to feed his hamsters, or get a piggyback from Owari with her strong hands on your thighs, or sit down and braid Ibuki's hair into loving little plaits, your fingers skating over the pale skin of her neck and scalp.

And it does something to him. He imagines your hands, smoothing down the tawny skin of his arms, his waist, encircling his ankles, gripping his throat, buried in his hair. He looks at your fingers and imagines them balling up the stupid standard-issue bedsheets underneath you. He sees you stretch out your legs and sees them bent in half, over his shoulders, around his waist like a vice, your pretty eyes clenched shut, your pretty mouth hung open.

Heat pools in the pit of his stomach.

Avoiding you and taking a lot of cold—unforgivingly cold—showers makes for a good temporary solution, but oh look, hasn't he just shot himself in the foot and scored a home goal with it? Because it just means you come knocking on his cabin door looking for answers.

At night.

When everyone's asleep, and you're alone, and he's only wearing his boxers because of this stupid perpetual heat.

"Have I done something wrong?" you ask, your voice all small and hurt, and Hajime wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

"No! Nonono," he blurts out in a panic, and he steps aside to let you in like a moron, like the idiot he so clearly is. It's not the first time you've been in his cabin, obviously, but it's night and you look all soft and vulnerable and he thinks you're freshly showered because he can smell the coconut bodywash you like to use.

But then reality breaks through because you look—honestly hurt, crossing your arms and shifting your weight from foot to foot, avoiding his eye, and then Hajime mostly just feels like a huge piece of shit.

"I'm sorry," he sighs, and pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes in a gesture of weariness. "It's—it really isn't anything you, uh, did. It's me. I'm just... weird."

"Weird about what?" you press, stepping forward. "C'mon, you can tell me. Whatever it is, we can just... talk it out."

You're so sweet. "It's—uh, honestly, it's just kinda really embarrassing. And stupid. And... weird. And I really don't wanna weird you out, or like, make you think I'm... something I'm not, 'cause I'm not, like, the thing that you're gonna think I am but I just—"

"Hajime." Your hands on his shoulders, clamping down. The warm soft skin dimples between your fingers. Hajime's voice dies in his throat. He stares on, cheeks cherry-red, entirely too hot, sweat collecting unpleasantly on the nape of his neck. "I can guarantee nothing you tell me is going to freak me out, or whatever it is you're scared of. And I can see it's clearly... weighing down on you."

You're so nice. Weighing down on you is such a nice choice of words. In reality he probably looks constipated from stress.

"It's just—" His tongue flicks out nervously to wet his lips, and your eyes absently flit down to track the movement, oh fuck, "It's just..." Bad idea bad idea bad idea. "I kind of... I don't want to come on too strong and... scare you off."

Your brow knits; he thinks he sees some sort of understanding fall into place behind your eyes, but it's kind of distant. "Come on too strong how?"

His blush spreads from his cheeks to the tip of his ears, down his neck. "I... ahaha..." The nervous breathless stupid laugh he gives makes him want to strangle himself. "Y-you know. When I'm around you, I..." He swallows hard. "It—I can't help but think about... stuff I shouldn't."

He sees the moment it clicks into place for you; the slight widening of your eyes, the parting of your lips. "A-ah."

Mortification floods him like a tsunami. "Sorry! Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I never should've—" He's burning alive, he's actually baking like one of Hanamaru's luxury strips of meat that he slowcooks in the oven for hours on end so the whole hotel building ends up stinking of fucking, chicken and stock and rosemary all day—

"Hajime, hey." Your hands squeeze on his shoulders. "Just—breathe for a sec, please, you're freaking me out but not for the reasons you think you are."

Hajime gulps, eyes you nervously, and takes in a few desperate pulls of air. He feels small, like he's actively shrinking.

"First of all. It's not... like, weird, you know, to f-feel that kind of stuff in general," you say, incredibly haltingly like it's very awkward for you. "But it's even less weird when you're actually, you know, in a relationship, and I—I don't want you to feel weird about this, that's all, or about telling me when you're—you know. Because I'd be down. I mean, to help. Assuming that's what you want, I mean."

Hajime stares at you. His brain abruptly throws up its hands, bluescreens, and goes for a smoke break.

"Wha—wha?" he says intelligently. You smile fondly, the kind of smile that reminds Hajime why he fell in love with you in the first place.

"Do you want me to help you out?" you repeat, very clearly, and Hajime buries his face in his hands. Heat shoots through him like liquid lightning, illuminating every pore of his body. He can feel it gather between his legs.

"You don't have to," he mutters, heart thumping against his ribcage.

"Hajime," you say pleasantly. "D'you think you're the only one who's had to hold themselves back?"

It's pure, unadulterated shock that makes him lift his face out his hands to gawp at you, but the moment he does you cup his face with both of your hands and kiss him. He wonders if you can feel the heat of his burning skin on your palms, whether you care, and then your tongue is in his mouth and he stops wondering anything at all. He groans softly against your lips, and finally his useless hands move and he's grabbing, curling a fistful of your shirt in one hand and cupping the back of your neck with the other. He feels like he's been depriving himself of you for so long, and for fucking what? You feel incredible.

He walks you backwards until your knees his the frame of his bed and you're unseated with an undignified yelp. You bounce on the mattress, peering up at him. Hajime swallows hard. "Is this... okay? We don't have to—anything you want, God, anything—"

You put two hands on his waist, just above the waistline of his boxers, and Hajime stammers to a halt. He gazes at you, wide-eyed, brilliantly red. You press your lips to the skin just under his navel and his stomach sort of convulses at the sensitivity, and you keep going, down the trail of hair that disappears behind the waistband of his underwear, kissing over the fabric until you get to—

Hajime jolts and swears. His hands clench reflexively into fists at his side. "Lay down," he bursts out, and then flushes deeper. "Uh... please. If you want to. I—"

You giggle and pry your hands off him, leaving him feeling colder than ever. Hajime watches, mouth dry as you drape yourself lazily over his bed. Your sleep short ride up your thighs, the collar of your shirt dips down, and all the skin is making his head dizzy. He clambers over you a little clumsily, hitting your knee with his with a thud that makes you wince.

"Sorry!" he panicks, hands fluttering nervously over your leg. "Sorry, did that—that was an accident, I—"

"It's okay, it's okay," you laugh, the back of your hand covering your mouth. "Jeez, Hajime. Relax a little maybe."

His flush must be crawling down his chest at this point. "Yeah. Maybe." He glances around. "Kind of hard."

"Is it?" you ask with a pointed glance at his boxers. He groans, but the levity is extremely welcome, makes him feel less anxious. Reminds him it's just you, and you would never seriously laugh at him. Reminds him that he's safe.

"Is it okay if I'm—I mean." He wipes his clammy palms surreptitiously over his thighs. "I feel better when I'm more... in control. Y'know?"

You smile up at him. "That's fine with me. Are you going to boss me around now?"

Hajime laughs feebly, glancing away. He thinks it's a reasonable pretense that the idea doesn't make him ten times wetter.

He kneels between your legs and kisses you. You're so soft, skin warm and pliant and fresh from the shower. He can't hold back a moan when your tongue slips against his, and when your hand slides over his waist again, the pinky finger of your hand grazing the band of his underwear, he finally plucks up the courage to grab your wrist and drag it.

He lets out a choked sound into your mouth as your pliant hand slides between his legs. Pulling back from the kiss, panting hotly against your mouth. "Okay?" he asks hoarsely. "Please, oh my god, I need... only if you want, only if you want to..."

Your hand twitches to life inside the tight grip of his fist, and you skim your fingers over the wet spot of the fabric of his underwear.

Hajime shudders, dropping his head into the crook of your shoulder. "Ah... oh, fuck..." His shaking hand drops your wrist, reprimanding himself fiercely for maybe grabbing you too hard, but you didn't say anything, but he shouldn't just grab you and lead you like you're cattle, he opens his mouth to apologise when you cup his cunt through his boxers and he loses the ability to do anything at all. Anything other than moan into your skin, starting to get salty from the heat and the proximity, and he goes delirious with the idea that he's ruining you a little. Like you've just showered, you'd scrubbed your body all over with lovely scented soap and he's going to undo it methodically, deliberately, and you're going to let him, when it's all over you're going to smell like sweat and him and you'll have to clean all over again.

It's an intoxicating thought, the idea that someone as soft as you would let someone like him mess you up.

Your hand slips under the waistband of his underwear, follows the trail of hair down and finding him soft and hot and dripping wet. Hajime curses as your fingers skate almost curiously over his clit, his folds.

"Oh shit," you curse, mumbling almost more to yourself. "Y-you're so wet."

He makes a high, embarrassed noise in the back of his throat, eyes clenched shut, and his hips rock up into your hand in a gesture that feels inherently needy.

Despite his grossly obvious urgency, you take the time to bring your fingers back to your mouth and press them inside. Hajime watches, slack-jawed, pupils blown. When you take your fingers out, they're gleaming wet, and you grin at him. "You taste amazing."

Hajime is assaulted with all new images; your head between his legs, his hand on the top of your hair or tangled in your hair. Your tongue, soft and skilled against him, dripping spit and cum onto the carpet, and he has to stuff his knuckles in his mouth to stop himself moaning out loud. Sweat drips off his forehead and lands on your chest.

"Y/n," he croaks. "I'm gonna lose my mind."

You smile almost shyly, as if you didn't just have your fingers in your mouth right in front of him. "O-okay. Okay. Just, um... okay, I got it."

Hajime swallows hard. "Y-you're still sure?"

"I'm so sure," you tell him earnestly. And with that your hand glides down, over his collarbones, the twin scars arching beneath his breastbone, down his tense stomach and under his boxers again. This time, your fingers move with purpose. They roll over his clit and down the centre of his folds, parting them, dipping inside just slightly before coming back up. He feels a shivering mix of pain and pleasure as two of your fingers circle his clit, an indication that he's almost too sensitive; he feels like he's on fire, like forks of lightning are emanating from the vertice between his legs, and he lets out choked, high noises against your throat.

Mindlessly, it seems, his hips roll against your head, seeking something more. You take the initiative to prod with one finger, dipping lower from the other before teasing at his entrance. His thighs shake and part slightly for you, and you slip inside without another word.

The breach feels like breathing for the first time; he's so wet and so sensitive that you slide inside with barely a hint of pain, easing in up to the first knuckle.

"Ohhh god," he groans, feeling mindless, feeling weightless. "Ohgodohgodohgod..."

"What should I—"

"More," he nearly begs. "I want you inside."

The word should be embarrassing, but they just aren't. Not in front of you. You get your finger in slowly, inch by inch until your knuckles press up against him and he's clenching the sheets with his free hands.

He almost convulses when your finger curls up like it's searching for something; it presses against a spongey spot inside him and he whines from somewhere deep in his chest, and he hears you swear to yourself as you start moving in and out.

"Nngh, oh—hah..."

Oh he's gonna die. Your fingers are inside him. He's gonna fuckin' die—

One turns to two turns to three, your thumb rolling constant circles over his clit, sometimes catching so sensitively that he has to bite back whimpers. There's the stretch and the burn but even that is okay, feels good after a few moments. He feels distantly really bad that he's not touching you, but he will after, fucking hell he will after, whatever you want him to, he'd kiss the fuckin' ground you walk on for making him feel so good right now. All too soon he feels the familiar tightening in his stomach like a band.

"H-hey," he gasps out. "I think I—I'm c-close, so..."

"O-oh," you say, sounding equally breathless. "It's okay."

Your fingers push up into him, curling almost viciously into that spot inside him just as your other hand taps his jaw and guides his face to yours for a kiss. It's barely more than panting against each other's lips as your thumb presses down hard on his clit.

"Fuck, fuck," he cries. "Fuck, you're so fuckin'—so perfect—'m cumming, shit—"

He sobs out as he cums, alight from the inside out, shaking like he's just been hit by lightning. The pressure is so much that he needs an outlet, his finges pressing bruising marks into your hip and thigh, and he turns his head and bites down almost feverishly on your collarbone.

You tap his arm with a yelp, fingers jerking inside him as he starts to come down. He can feel his release dripping down his inner thighs and he lifts his head groggily.

"Shit," he mumbles eloquently, staring at the teeth mark on your skin. He didn't break skin, thank fuck, but he still feels mortified. "Sorry. Oh my god, sorry. That was—that was a total accident, I..."

"Ah, it—it's okay." You swallow hard. "Was that..."

Hajime shakes his head dazedly. "Amazing," he croaks. "Y-you're amazing." He gets the werewithal to roll off you with his shaking limbs so his weight isn't pushing into you anymore.

You let out a long, slow breath. "Was pretty amazing for me too."

Hajime glances at you with a trickle of amusememt. "Not yet it wasn't."

Your brow scrunches in confusion—but realisation dawns when you feel his hand slide up your thigh. In his eyes is a question, one that you nod hastily to. Hajime grins weakly.

"Good," he breathes. "As soon as I get my breath back, it's your turn." And it sounds like the sweetest thing ever when he adds, a moment later with a twist of that characteristic cockiness that leaps out at the most inopportune of moments: "I can't wait to see how pretty you're gonna look when I make you cum."

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[idyllcy]

green

Word count: 5.9k

Summary: Where he falls first, but you fall harder

Komaeda hates his talent.

It's really nothing compared to the talents of the other ultimates. If anything, his talent wasn't even within his control. He wasn't able to produce music like Ibuki or finish a game like Chiaki. He wasn't the ultimate hope like Hinata was. He couldn't control his talent. That included his soulmate.

The dull colors of a grey sky aren't anything exciting. They're dead, and they often remind him of the rainy sky. Those who have found their soulmate tell him that the sky is grey when it rains. There's nothing too pretty about it. He can see colors. That's it. It's not too surprising, but he just wondered when he would meet his soulmate. The colors of his eyes are pretty. The green of his eye is gentle. He has one in his color, and the other eye another. It's a pretty color. He hopes his soulmate likes the pale green of his eyes. It was a shame they were destined to be with someone as useless as him.

Komaeda watches other people meet their soulmates through his time at Hope's Peak. Who would his soulmate be? He hopes it's an ultimate. That would be an honor. The idea of being meant for a reserve course... he wasn't too sure about that. Well, if the universe wanted to grace a reserve course with someone from the main course as a soulmate, he supposes it's alright. Chiaki did end up with a boyfriend from the reserve course.

But then again, Hinata did end up as the ultimate hope.

To you, the pale green iris is pretty. You open your eyes each day, and you blink at the mirror. You hope your soulmate likes the color of his eye, because you adored it. Your eyes might've been a bit plain compared to his, but you still liked it. The sky is grey again, but the hue has changed a little. The grey is a lot less dreadful today. You wonder if your luck will shine on your today and it won't rain on your way to school. Well, not like it mattered. You'd still have to go either way.

Hope's Peak isn't the most ideal place to be. You'd rather be running around and dancing under the sky. It was confusing to be at a school for ultimates when they didn't even support your talent. In which world is the ultimate traveler locked up in a school? You want to skip. Ugh, you crave the pretty lakes in the Alps. You miss the blazing sun in the Sahara. You want to go cliff diving in Greece again.

You slouch into your seat in your class.

"You look dreadful as usual."

"Thanks," you turn to face your classmate. "How's your girlfriend, Matsuda-kun?"

"We're not dating."

"She seems to say otherwise." You stare out the window. "She's your soulmate, is she not?"

"She isn't." He sighs. "My eyes are still two different colors, are they not?"

"Yeah, valid," you sigh. "Do you think I'll meet him soon?"

"Stop being an idealist," he sighs. "There's no set date for it."

"I suppose," you tap the desk. "I hope I meet him soon."

The sky is a dull blue. You've heard tales that the sky brightens when you meet your soulmate. Someone said that the sky parts and the rainbow comes. It's like hitting the jackpot. You wonder if that's really the case. There's not much to talk about or think about. It's not like you can say you're not looking forward to meeting your soulmate, but it's not that exciting anymore. You wonder why.

Class is boring. 77-a is boring. You want to go out and explore. You want to sink your feet into the sand at a beach and go on a boat to nowhere. Hope's Peak had promised you freedom, yet they locked you in a building for school. Your education traveled with you, not the other way around. You hate the school. It's a symbol of confinement, something you never grew up with. Yielding rich meant nothing to hold you back, yet everything was a burden. Traveling was one way to avoid it, yet your parents forced you into the school for your future. It's rude.

You fold your arms on the table, and you rest your head on them. You're tired. It's draining, being in the same place for so long. You wonder if your soulmate will force you into staying back with them. Maybe they would. You hope they don't.

The green of the grass is a little dull to Komaeda; You find it pretty.

He thinks the green of the trees is a little dead; you think it's lively.

The lime of a popsicle is kind of ugly in his eyes, but you love it.

To you, the color green is a variety of moments in life. They're the pastures of the northern isles, the pretty pastures of Scotland. The green of the pretty forest of amazon was ethereal. The beauty behind each green item was filled with life. The bamboo forests of China, the trees of Vietnam. The world was filled with life when it came to green. They remind you that the world is green, even to the bone. People return to the earth of the ground when they pass. That's what it will be.

"I miss the grass." You blow a raspberry as the bell rings.

You're not sure if the colors really are prettier with a soulmate, but you don't really care. The gardens of Hope's Peak are enough to keep you entertained for a little. The pink and white of the garden fountain mingle, and the butterflies from the ultimate entomologist flutter around. It's pretty. It's not quite like the gardens in Beijing or the tulips of the Netherlands, but it's still pretty. You hum in satisfaction as you reach the field. No ultimate used the field since the sports players moved indoors. The ultimate botanist used the field to cultivate flowers from all over, and was kind enough to leave you some space to lie down in.

"Good afternoon, Y/n-san,"

"Ah," You sit up. "Did you need to work on the field, Shikiba-san?"

"No," He shakes his head. "Did you want to water the flowers with me?"

"Oh, yes please!" You grin. "Same as usual?"

"A little more," He hums, handing you a watering can. "It's going to be dry soon."

"Ah," You hum. "Sure."

The flowers are pretty. They remind you of the gardens of Versailles. The patterned hedges swirl around you as you sprinkle the water onto them. White, pink, purple, and yellow dance with the wind, and you grin to bow. The water flutters with you as you run through the field. Wildflowers could grow just fine, but the other flowers are tended to. You sprint down the field, dandelions flying as you run. The forest walls around the field, and you sing blissfully. It was freedom, even if it was within the school grounds.

Komaeda stumbles out of the forest, scratches decorating his face from the stray cat from earlier. He glances out the forest, the sun in the sky. A figure races through the fields, dandelion fuzz flying everywhere. Komaeda waves the seeds out of his vision, and he pauses. His eyes widen at the sight of them. The sun illuminates their skin, the most ethereal of smiles on their face. They look gorgeous. Komaeda stands there starstruck with adoration. His heart fights his chest, and he hides as they turn to look at him. He slides down the back of the tree, heart beating in his ears.

You turn around as you feel a pair of eyes, and you step through the flowers, careful to not break anything. You think you saw someone. He was so aesthetically pretty. His hair reminded you of daisies, and the look on your face resembled the look on your face when you first started traveling. You peek behind the tree you saw him disappear behind, and you blink at the male.

"Hi?"

Komaeda jumps, looking up at you slowly.

His mouth goes dry.

You're so pretty. So, so, so, pretty.

"Hm?"

Komaeda stumbles over his words, panicking. What does he even tell you? Hi, I saw you dancing in the field, and I am down bad for you? Hi, you look gorgeous? I think I love you? His heart's beating renders him deaf, and you peer at him curiously. You're so pretty. Oh, your eyes are so pretty. God, was he allowed to stare at you like that? He didn't care. You could find him creepy for all he cared. He'd relish in the brief moment where he gets to look at you. Oh, you were just like the deities he had read about. Were you lady luck smiling down at him? Maybe you were. Who knows.

"Sorry," He swallows. "I-"

"Oh!" You gasp as you finally notice the scratches on his face. "Did you end up meeting the local cat? Oh, dear." You yank him up, and he hisses. His eye burns. You don't seem to notice because you're tugging him along back to school. Komaeda's eye hurts, but it dies off as soon as the two of you reach the infirmary. Komaeda catches himself in the mirror for a moment. His eyes are green now. Both of them are green. He blinks at himself, and you pause.

"My... eyes?"

"A-ah," Komaeda stutters. "Um, I think we're soulmates? My eyes burned when you touched me."

"Ah!" You stare at him.

You expected your meeting with your soulmate to be more... fairytale-like? You can't complain though. He's pretty. Really pretty. But as far as your heart goes, he's just any other person. You don't feel... anything. It's really worrying for you. Aren't you supposed to fall in love with your soulmate at first sight? You grimace as you patch up Komaeda, and he blinks.

"You didn't fall in love at first sight, did you?" Komaeda swallows, voice shaky.

"No," You check his face for more scratches. "But I'm willing to stay as long as I need to."

Komaeda's lips frown, but his face shows no signs of anger.

"Sorry."

"Don't be," He hums. "As long as I need?"

"As long as you need." You hum gently, stepping back to stare at him. "I think that's all the scratches. What class are you?"

"77b," He stares at you.

"I'm from 77a." You beam. "I'll see you around."

True to your word, you stick around Komaeda. The two of you have lunch together out in the field, the bugs sitting in his hair, a couple of rabbits hopping around him. They seem to like him. Despite having no romantic attraction to him, you like him too. He's pretty. The people around you seem to hate his tangents about hope, but you grow used to it. In a way, it reveals a lot about him. You wonder if he knows you have a talent. No. He does. You wonder if he knows what your talent is.

He does.

To Komaeda, he loves your talent. The ultimate traveler? With such freedom? You saw everything in the world. You could easily run away from here to anywhere you'd like. You don't need to worry about a plane crash or meteor. You had no aspect of luck in your life. To you, it was all in the air. You've probably known more people than he's seen. He finds it incredible. You decided to settle down at a school and restrict yourself from your talent. He'd ask to join you, but he's worried about his luck affecting it.

"You're the luck student, right?"

"Yeah," Komaeda smiles. "It's a sad talent, isn't it?"

"No?" You tilt your head, raising a brow. "it isn't? Luck is something incredibly hard to grasp. The cycles are just like our mood, is it not? In a way, luck is just as much as of a human as anything else. Luck is not an easily talent to wield. You should be proud of it."

"But I've done more harm than good."

"I have no idea what you've done," You pick up the egg with your chopsticks. "But I'm sure you'll be compensated in some way."

"I'll just hope that you don't end up hurt from it," Komaeda trails off, staring at the field.

"Say," You close your bento box. "Komaeda-kun."

"You can call me Nagito."

"Komaeda-kun," You turn to stare at him. "Where's your lunch? I've been eating all this time, yet you haven't even held a piece of food in your hands."

"I... usually get cafeteria food."

"Is that so?" You blink at him. "Why didn't you stop me when I dragged you here? Have you not been eating on the days prior? Komaeda-kun!"

Komaeda chuckles, cheeks flushed. You're gorgeous; incredibly so. The sun that kisses your face and the sweat that trickles down your cheek. You're pretty. You seem to emit everything that a person could ever want to be, the prettiest one out there. Komaeda wants to hold you in his arms until the world decides to curse him to die. He wants to keep you in his palm, never to let you touch anything wretched again.

"Shall I start cooking for you?"

"A-ah?" His eyes widen, and he shakes his head. "It's fine! I can get canteen food-"

"But that isn't exactly ideal either, is it?" You frown. "I'll cook you some. I make my own food anyways."

True to your word, you start cooking for Komaeda. His bentos are cute. They range from clover-shaped cucumbers to pretty heart-shaped strawberries. You make sure his bentos are balanced, and he gets decent nutrition during the day. If anything, while you're painfully unaware of his treatment process, you've been helping a lot. His doctors have even pointed it out. He's thankful for you, even if you didn't fall in love with him as he did.

To you, your life falls into a steady rhythm. 

You wake up in the morning to make food for Komaeda, and he picks you up an hour before school starts to walk with you. His luck comes in the way sometimes, and he gets hit maybe once or twice. He wonders if you mind. You don't. The umbrella hanging from your wrist defects any water that flies at the two of you, and the change of uniform you have ready in your bag are just precautions. Komaeda finds it endearing that you'd do that for him. It was like you loved him back platonically.

You stare at the cut on your hand as you're struck out of your thought process. "Ah, I cut myself..."

The takoyaki is fine; none of your blood got onto it. You close the lid to the small container, and close the other as well. On the big one, you place the bear gently onto the curry, careful to not mess up his face. Glancing at it one last time, you close the container. Tucking it into Komaeda's lunchbag, you remember the cut on your finger. You open your drawer to grab a bandaid, and the door to your house rattles.

"Ah, Y/n-san?"

"Komaeda-kun! I'll be out in a second!" You call, sticking the bandaid on your finger. You finish and rush out with both your lunches. 

"Are you alright?" He takes the lunches from your hand as you slip on your shoes.

"I'm fine," You smile. "I was putting a bandaid on."

"You hurt yourself?"

"No, no!" You wave your hands. "It was an accident. I touched something sharp on accident."

Komaeda pouts, and you sigh. "It's not your fault, Komaeda-kun."

"When are you going to start calling me Nagito-kun?"

"Ah?" You blink. 

"We're soulmates," He frowns.

"When I get comfortable." You smile. "I promise."

The colors change in Komaeda's life. The green is prettier, and the brown of his uniform is a little more lively. He wonders if it was the case of falling in love. He looks forward to each morning with you, hoping that something new would happen. He prays that you would fall in love with him the way he fell in love with you. Maybe it would take ages. Maybe it would take just a grasp of your hand. He doesn't know. He'll wait as long as you need; yet his own insecurities eat away at him from the inside. 

"I don't dislike you," You bite into your own lunch. "You know?"

"How'd you..." Komaeda furrows his brows at you.

"Because you looked like you were worried," You shrug, covering your mouth to chew.

"Ah."

"You're not a nuisance, and I enjoy your company," You hum, a gentle smile on your face. "I like waking up early and making lunch for someone other than me. It reminds me of when I used to wake up to cook for my friends. We used to take turns making lunch. You provide me with enough of an adventure."

"Ah," Komaeda mumbles. "I'm sorry."

"No," You shake your head. "Don't be. How's treatment?"

"I've improved," He nods. "The doctors wanted me to thank you."

"Huh?" You pause, spoon halfway lifted. 

"Um, the lunches you've been giving me and me eating over," He scratches his cheek. "They said that it was an excellent help to my recovery."

"Oh! I'm glad," You beam. 

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as Komaeda continues on his meal. You glance at the boy. He's pretty. The line between platonic and romantic has blurred, but you still can't tell him what he wants to hear. His habits are endearing. When he naps, he keeps a thumb over your wrist to make sure your heart doesn't stop. When you cook, he stares in the back picking out music to match the mood. When you run late in the morning, he calls in sick to school with the excuse of taking care of you. Komaeda adores you to pieces.

Just as the colors on the wheel do, he'd change and spin until he was the right shade to complete you. He'd be the color you need to complete the palette of your life; he'll be the brush to apply it. He'd become the paint to brush your vision full of vibrance. He would be anything you needed him to be. Oh, he loves you so much. He could spend eternity with you, never to change ever again. He would become what you wanted him to, and that made you scared.

What if you could never love him back?

What if you weren't enough for him? What if you could never love him back like he did you? You did so much for him, yet the idea of loving him had never once flashed past your mind. You worry about it. What if you couldn't be the one to complete him? Would he have to give to you until there was nothing left for him to give? And then what? You would give back to him insincerely? While he feared not being enough, you feared not giving enough.

"Let's play I spy," He hums. 

"So suddenly?" You blink at him.

"I spy," He hums. "Something grey."

"Hey!" You smack him lightly. "Everything's kind of grey to me."

He smiles. "Then have fun guessing something that isn't grey."

You close your lunch tin, and you glance around the field.

"Our shadows?"

"No."

"Hm," You tap your cheek. "What else is supposed to be grey..."

Komaeda grins.

You list a whole number of things in the field, and Komaeda closes his lunch tin. The clattering sound forces your eyes away from squinting to turn to the tin.

"THE LUNCH TIN!"

"Correct," Komaeda smiles, a grin on his face. "Was that fun?"

"I hate you."

"You wound me, my hope." He chuckles into his hand. 

Komaeda's rich. He owns more money than you can even begin to count. Which also means he helps you out when buying the groceries. It's domestic, you think. He follows after you with the basket and helps you carry stuff despite having no arm strength. You rush a cart over for him to rest his arm, and he rolls it after you as you pick out ingredients. 

"What do you usually put in my bentos?"

"A lot of things," You stare at the cabbage. "Did you know I put cabbage into the takoyaki?"

"You do?"

"Yeah," You check the leaves, and slide them into a bag. 

"What are we making this time?"

"A rabbit bento?" You spin to face him. "Unless you wanted the spaghetti again?"

"I'm happy with anything you make," Komaeda beams, adoration written all over his face.

"You fluster me," The tips of your ears burn red. 

"Ah, are you picky with anything?"

"No," He shakes his head. "But I don't exactly like sweets."

"Are fruits okay?"

"Yeah," He helps you reach the milk on the top. "Why the milk?"

"I thought you might want something soft since we've been eating incredibly salty things lately," You check the expiration date. Komaeda tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The two of you stare at each other, unmoving, and Komaeda places a quick kiss on the corner of your lips. You flush red, and he pulls away, red to the neck. 

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry," He panics. "You can slap me! I'm so sorry-"

You stare at him, wide-eyed, face red. Komaeda freezes at your expression; you crouch, face red with embarrassment. Komaeda can't quite make out what noises are coming from your lips, but you're embarrassed beyond belief. Komaeda stands there, hand on the bottom half of his face, neck flustered, redder than the tomatoes you had picked out. The two of you stay in that position, hearts thumping, fighting your ribs.

"Hah," You stand up finally, cheeks still rosy. "I... yeah. Let's go get the meat."

"Yes," Komaeda follows after you, almost sunburnt because of how pale his skin was. The two of you head to the raw meat, and you pick out the hamburger steaks slowly. The two of you look like newlyweds from how red the two of you were, but no one stops. A couple of old grandmas chuckle at the sight of the two of you, but nothing else. The two of you check out, and the walk home is quiet.

"I'm sorry."

You stare at him, swallowing. "Don't be. I... liked it."

Komaeda barely has time to register your words before you've shut the door behind you. Steam sizzles from his head, and his face is impossibly red. You slide down your front door, cursing yourself for saying that. He'd misunderstand you. You hadn't even confirmed your own feelings yet. You want to dig yourself a hole and cry in it, never to be seen again. Your heart is screaming at you as you try and catch your breath. The butterflies in your stomach make you sick with color. Your heart is too loud for you to think properly.

Komaeda walks home, red from your slip up.

The two of you take a couple of weeks before the two of you can calm down. After that, it's back to normal. 

Though, the beating of your heart never calms down.

"Speaking of bears," Komaeda opens his lunch. "What's with the recurring bear design?"

"Matsuda-kun's friend showed me her design for a new marketable plushie," You grin. "It's been on my mind since."

"He sure is cute," He mumbles, stabbing at its red eye to take a bite. "I just don't like its red eye."

"Yeah," You mumble, breaking the omurice. "The bunny is cute, though."

"Who designed that one?"

"Chiaki-chan," You beam. "Isn't she cute? She's called Monomi."

"That's cute," Komaeda steals a bite of your food. "But not as cute as you, my hope."

You sputter, nearly choking on your food. Komaeda panics. "I'm sorry-"

"I can't tell if I'm embarrassed or flustered." You whine.

"Can I take that as a sign that you're falling in love?"

"No," You stick your tongue out at him playfully. "Keep praying for that."

"I will," Komaeda hums.

The heat of summer is replaced by the wind of fall. Quickly, the two of you change into winter uniforms to stay warm. Komaeda's health is healing, although his dementia hasn't been cured. His cancer has though. You're thankful that he's taking care of himself for you. You started accompanying him to chemo now. He comes out looking a little sick, so the two of you go for a walk when you head home. Komaeda's thankful for it. Chemo makes him feel sick.

"How long has it been?"

"A hundred thirty two days," Komaeda smiles. "Since you found me behind that tree."

You tap your chin. "That's cute."

"Is it?" Komaeda sits on the bench, patting the seat next to him. "Since January is approaching, would you like to go shrine visiting with me?"

You blink at him. 

"I'd love to!" You beam.

January comes fast. Komaeda picks you up in the morning, the two of you exchanging scarves. Komaeda's body was still weak from chemo, and you didn't want to risk getting sick. 

The January snow is pretty. The white falls in the air, and you pause to catch one on your tongue. It's cold out. Your cheeks are red from the chill, and Komaeda shivers a little from next to you. On the street, the neighborhood walls have miniature snowmen stacked up next to each other. You smile, making a small one for Komaeda, and he does the same for you. His hand's cold without gloves on, so you listen to his instructions as he tells you how to make it. He's surprisingly good at it.

"There!" You grin as you place the snowman next to his. Komaeda smiles.

"And this," You take off a glove, handing it to him. "Why'd you bring me gloves if you didn't have any?"

"Ah," He turns pink. "I... wasn't expecting to get cold."

"You're the sick one, not me," You help him wear it, and you grab his other hand. Sliding it into your pocket with the handwarmer, he flushes red.

"You spoil me, my love."

"Yeah, yeah," You don't deny his words. 

The shrine is busy with people, it being new years eve. The two of you pull for your fortunes, Komaeda getting future blessing and you receiving great blessing. Komaeda blinks at his and grins at you. He wondered what kind of blessing the future would bestow upon him. He hopes his luck doesn't negate it.

You blink at your fortune, a smile on your lips. Your blessing was Komaeda. The blessing was simple; it was meeting your soulmate. You think his blessing is something you already know. The pink on your cheeks and shared gloves spoke quite a bit. Even if you hadn't told him, you were sure that he somehow knew already. Well, maybe he didn't. Who knows.

"Shall we toss a coin?"

"Sure," He entwines his fingers with yours as he takes you to the bell.

Komaeda prays that you'd be happy in the coming year. He wants you to feel loved. He hopes he's been doing a good job with you. His classmates joke and tease him for running off as soon as the lunch bell rings, yet he doesn't think he'll feel this happy ever again without you. The way the yellow kissed your skin, and the way the green slipped between your fingers. Even though you were confined, you seemed free in that field of grass. He opens an eye to peek at you, and he smiles. You look focused.

You pray that you'll make Komaeda feel like enough. In the forest that day, even if it wasn't love, it was awe. Awe that a boy could look so pretty in the shade, even though he was scratched up all over. He looked like an angel. The way his hair was pale with pink tips, and the way his green eyes had looked up to you in love. He was so ethereal, even if you hadn't fallen for him at first sight. You pray that he'll be happy with you, even though you've made him wait so long.

The two of you ring the bell, and Komaeda grabs your hand.

"Shall we go somewhere for dinner?" He smiles. "Ms. Yukizome is hosting people at her place for new years dinner."

"Ah?" You beam. "Sure! If you want to. I actually prepared something-"

"Then we can eat at your place," Komaeda smiles. "I can tell them-"

"No, no!" You panic. "I can bring it over."

"I don't want anyone tasting your cooking," He pouts. "I like your cooking better than anyone else's."

"But isn't Teruteru-kun the ultimate chef-"

Komaeda yanks you along, and you yelp as he starts back to your place.

"I like your cooking better." He pauses when you stop walking. "Are you alright? My hope, you're completely red-"

"I'm fine," You fan your face. "It's just really hot."

"But your hands are cold-"

"It's hot," You hide your face in the scarf. 

Komaeda doesn't prod upon it further, smiling at you instead. A part of him wants to say that the red on your face is from the embarrassment of being in love; Yet, he tells himself that he knows better than to think that you'd love him back so quickly. He wonders if he could let himself do that for once. His luck hasn't acted up in a while, and he was terrified of losing you. Would it be just like with his parents? Where he lost them after being happy? He was scared.

Your house is warm from leaving the heater on, and Komaeda melts into the warmth.

"It feels good."

"Does it?" You unwrap the scarf and hang your coat on the rack. "It's going to be something simple, though."

"I don't mind," Komaeda smiles.

The moon raises her veil, opening up the stars for view. The moon taps each star on the cheek as they raise for their part of the day. The sun has set to rest. Komaeda glances out the window, wondering if he could ever be loved like the stars in the sky are. The sun adores the moon, setting each day to let the moon shine. Even if the stars in the sky adored the moon like the sun did, the moon would only ever look at them first. The sun would burn out one day, waiting for the moon, yet it stayed. It continued each cycle of the day, never once worrying about itself.

"You know," You set the food before him, joining him at the table. "The sun will never burn out for the moon."

"You saw?"

"The moon shines each night to let the sun rest and recover," You hand him a bowl. "It's the moon's way of making sure the sun knows he's taken care of. The other stars shine with the moon to keep her company and brighten the sky. You know?"

"So?"

"The moon loves the sun in her own way," You clasp your hands together. "Itadakimasu!"

Komaeda digs in as you continue talking.

"The stars are there for support," You hum. "They are the children; if you choose to look at it that way."

Komaeda glances at the stars.

"So?"

"Did you learn these tales from travelling?"

"Yes," You smile. "You learn all sorts of interesting things when you travel with the locals."

"Hm," He hums. "So the moon loves the sun?"

"Of course it does," You smile.

"Then," Komaeda leans on his palm, smiling at you. "How about my moon?"

You stare at him, a smile on your face. "If you finish the food properly, I might consider it."

Your confessions comes in the form of a late-night walk with Komaeda. It's stopped snowing, and the neighborhood is lit up by the lampposts. The two of you walk hand in hand in silence. It's comforting. The silence puts you at peace, and you smile. 

"Do you want an answer?" You turn your head to look up at him.

"Yes." Komaeda stops walking, and you hum, loosening your hand from his hold. His face falters, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in. His eyes widen as you press your lips to his. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he lets himself melt into your, body molding into yours. You pull away, out of breath, lips parted.

"When'd you know?" Komaeda's eyes shine like the stars. His lips are parted in awe under the moon, and he's squeezing your hands.

"When you kissed me, probably," You mumble, cheeks pink from embarrassment.

"How so?" Komaeda's voice shakes, eyes wide with newfound amazement.

"The colors clashed and the sky was finally clear. The blue was vibrant, and the purple alive. I could map your colors out with my heart. The tips of your hair were a dazzling pink and your hair was pale with life." You look to the side, ears burning red. "The brown of your uniform and the red on your tie were prettier than the rest. The flowers shone vibrantly, yet you seemed to stand out among them all. Maybe that's how I knew."

Komaeda's lips part in awe.

"I knew that as long as you stood in the room, my eyes wouldn't tear to something else. I was sure that the beating of my heart wasn't from being your soulmate; it was from being in love with you; and that's all I need to know to love you back." You turn back to stare at him, fiddling with your hands. "So, I love you, Nagito."

The stars cry as snow starts falling from the sky. 

"I love the gentle green of your eyes. I cherish the green of the grass we sit together in. I adore the pretty emerald you let me paint your nails. The pretty lime that I get to cut for you in the morning for you lunch. I adore the color green because of you." You cup his face, wiping the tears falling from his eyes. "Because of you, it reminds me of life. The green of your eyes are alive to me. You're prettier than any color in the world, and I would've been willing to live in grey forever if it meant I could spend it with you. I love you, Nagito."

"I love you too," Komaeda sobs into your shoulder. "I love you so so much. If the sun would have to burn out for the moon, then I'd be more than willing to die for you. If you asked me for something new or something unattainable, I'd die for you to have it. In my eyes, nothing is worth what you are."

You close your eyes, pressing your hand into his hair. 

"I love you, and the greens of the world." You mumble. "Yet, nothing could rival the green of your eyes. Even though you are pale with ailment, you are still lively with love. So, stay with me, alright?"

"For ever," He mumbles. "I shall stay with you for as long as you need me."

"And I as well."

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[thequietkid-moonie]

Oh~ how about Mahiru koizumi, Ibuki mioda, Mikan tsumiki and Kaede Akamatsu with a depressed S/O that hides his depression and negative feelings behind a smile and they find out about it when they see him break down and they comfort him telling him that he doesn't need to his pain from them.

Finding S/O's depression out by a breakdown

[ SCENARIO ] [ Mahiru, Ibuki, Mikan, Kaede ]

[ Danganronpa 2 Goodbye Despair ] [ Danganronpa V3 Killing Harmony ]

⚠️ Hidden depression, mentions of having a mental breakdown

This was pretty interesting to write! I hope it help and comfort the person who is reading this ❤️

Mahiru Koizumi

Maiharu has a lot of problems to express herself and how much she cares for you (even when you two are already dating), although it could be pretty obvious how much she cares for you and how comfortable she feel with you for how she lets her guard down around you

You are so special for her that Maiharu can't help but worry a lot for you, she pay attention to a lot of details, specially when it comes about how much care you put on yourself, she will scold you if she noticed that you don't take proper care of yourself and even if she seem mad she is more worried than anything (she wil even start to help you to actually take care of yourself)

Maiharu can tell when you aren't feeling at your best even if you try to hide it, she won't force you to talk but will remember you that you can always count on her, and she expect that at some point you two will feel so comfortable with each other that you two can talk about deep and personal topics freely

Seeing you have a mental breakdown it will be pretty shocking for her, she may had noticed that you weren't feeling well lately but she didn't thought it was so bad to the point where you end up having a mental breakdown. If she found you when you are already having it she will panic imediatly, trying to ask you what happened and looking everywhere, trying to find out what or who caused you this, or a way to help you out. In the other hand, if you started having the mental breakdown while being with her she will try to help you calm down since the start but as you get worst she panics more

Maiharu is already kicking herself mentally, thinking that she could had prevented this if she talked to you about this before, but as you start to express more about those intrusive thoughts that wander your mind, those that are from the depression, Maiharu stops, she is shocked because this is a really big problem, and a deeper one too

Maiharu is nervous and feeling bad but she tries her best to help you calm down (and her too), trying to say reasuring things even when she isn't too sure about what she should say. Once you finally calm down she will have a serious conversation with you about this, she may seem angry but she isn't, although she is mad at you for hidding this from her

She is scolding you for hidding something so important and even dangerous from her, this is something too serious to keep it to yourself! her tone is serious and even a little angry but it soon cracks and start to show her worry and sadness, she is hurt because you feel this way but is more scare of what would happen out of this

Maiharu wants to know more and will insist to know the details, how far you had go under those feelings. As well she makes sure you search profesional help to take care of those feelings! Maiharu from her part tries to help you feel more safe and happy with her, she tries to be more sincere with her love and worries with you, she now have even more photos of you and she shows you the ones were you are smiling to proof to you how you can be truly happy

Ibuki Mioda

Ibuki is really open with her feelings, if there is something in her mind is more probably that she voice it off than keeping it to herself, specially to you, her beloved partner. She express herself with all herself and she is always encouring you to do the same, if there is something in your mind she will be more than happy to heard it!

Ibuki isn't pushy nor force you to talk about those things you prefer to keep to yourself, because as goofy and childish she seem, she is actually pretty smart, somehow she always knows whenever you are feeling down but don't force you to talk, she just focus on be there for you and cheerish for your happiness

She will insist and even point out your strange behavior only when she noticed it has been like that for a long time, and she asks you what is it on your mind, what is troubling you, if you try to brush it off and just smile Ibuki won't be really convinced and she will tell you right away, for the first times she let you be but remind you that you will always can count on her, for anything and everything, if it had been some times already that you just keep brushing it off she will be more pushy, not really wanting to let go of the topic

Finding you having a breakdown or even starting to have it while talking to her it will be initialy shocking for her, it take her a moment to fully process it but when she does she is imediatly offering you her support, she hugs you tightly (if you let her, of course) and let you cry all you need, vent all you need and even encouring you to do so, saying that you are safe in Ibuki's arms and she loves you, all of you, so you can tell her whatever you want because she won't judge you nor stop loving you

She probably already had a bad feeling about you hiding something from her (not that she thought you were on cheating) but hearing all that you hide inside is rough, she may understand if you feel stress or anxious but being actually depressed is something deeper and more serious. First of all she wants to comfort you and help you calm down (but until you are done crying), she will tell you that you had done a great job but that you aren't alone, you have Ibuki now! and Ibuki isn't planning on leaving you alone!

Ibuki thanks you for opening up to her before asking you what is the plan, Ibuki isn't going to let you hide all those feelings beind a smile again, she wants to help you confront them and try to get better that is why she is asking for the plan, and even if you don't have one or had never thought on it is okay! Ibuki has ton of ideas to help you, some of them are really silly but she does it from her heart

Ibuki makes sure you find a way to express all those feeling, even if is indirectly, she even offer you to write those feeling on a song that she could sing (even if you deny the offer is probably that she will do it anyways), and she insist on getting profesional help, she helps you at the best of her habilities but there are things that even Ibuki can't help you with!

Ibuki had never shut up about her love for you but now is more direct with words, she is constantly telling you how much she loves you, how much she loves to have you in her life, how beautiful you are, how happy you make her, everything that she can think on to cheer you up

Mikan Tsumiki

Mikan tent to worry a lot for everything, for her even with expressing herself she is bothering others, however by being in a relationship with you she slowly wins a feeling of safety and protection because you love her just for being herself, and she is grateful for it

That is why she wants to be that for you too! She want you to feel free to rely on her just as she does it with you, she is always paying close attention to you because she want to know whenever you need help for anything, but mainly your health (since she is the ultimate nurse she sometimes feels like is the only thing she can do for you), you don't even need to tell her if you are feeling bad because she already knows and is offering you her help

She is pretty good to tell how are you feeling, even when it comes to emotions (since she tend to put a lot of attention to the others expressions for fearing making them angry), although she sometimes can misundestand them so even if she get the idea of you feeling down she will think in a lot of posibilities that doesn't has anything to do with actually being depressed

Mikan tries to always be there for you when you need help or in rough times but that doesn't mean you can't have a mental break down, if it happen while you two are together it will surprise her but she will have more time to react while it start and imediatly tries te help you calm down (or at least to don't freak out much), she will be anxiously trying everything she can think on to help you, comfort items, some water, reasurance, whatever. However if it happens that she find you when you are already having a mental breakdown she will imediatly panic, she is trembling and trying to hold back tears while asking you what happened, actually fearing the worst

Telling her all those thoughts that came from depression while the mental breakdown is really shocking and it breaks her heart (and will make her feel worst is she already was panicing), she looks up at you but hearing all those things from you make her realice how fragil how you can be too, she will be in tears saying how sorry she is that you had to suffer from all of this but that you have her now, please don't hide this from her and let her take care of you

From that day Mikan's determination to make you feel loved and safe with her only increase, now she is paying even more attention to you and all you needs, she even reads and ask others how to help someone with depression (she tries to don't say is you but sometimes it could be pretty obvious)

Mikan loves being able to take care of you and is kinda obvious for how she is always smiling while telling you advice for taking self care or bringing you things she knows it could help you, even while asking you how are you feeling she always has a cute and sweet smile in her lips

Also, Mikan suggest to search for profesional help but only when you feel ready, she doesn't want to push you to talk about it with an stranger (taking in consideration that you had hide it from everyone else), but in any case she will be a little pushy for you to talk about it with her because she doesn't want you to continue hidding it

Mikan tries to overcome her nervous to express you how much she loves you and how grateful she is to have you in her life in hopes that it helps you feel better about yourself

Kaede Akamatsu

Kaede is pretty open with her feelings and once in a relasionship she becomes really affectionate with you, she constantly gives you compliments just because she loves you, and adding her normal optimist she kinda become your personal cheerleader since she is always supporting you and motivation you to do the things you want and love

Also, Kaede is observant and perseptive, she can easily tell when you aren't feeling well, most of the time she tries to don't be pushy and give you your space but she can't stop herself from worring about you so she shows you comfort and support whenever she notice that you aren't feeling well

She may notice the little hints but she doesn't want to asume right away the worst and waits until you feel ready to tell her what is bothering you, she constantly remember you that you can count on her for everything and anything, as well she tries to rely more in you and tell you whenever she is being troubled by something as a sign that she trust you with those kind of things too

Kaede will prefer if things doesn't go furder and furder until you have a mental breakdown, but that was the case, if you start having it when she was with you Kaede try to help you calm down since the start, asking you to follow her breathing to be able to help you breath slowly or concentrate in her voice, even if it doesn't work Kaede isn't planning on giving up with you and will hug you tightly (if you let her, of course) and trying just to make you feel safe and don't let you forget that she is there with you. In the case she find you while you were having the breakdown already she may panic a little but immediatly focus on helping you and trying to find out if there is something that had trigger you (mainly because if there is something to get it away from you)

Kaede let you vent all you need and prefer to don't say much, unless it is to answer something you asked her or to let you know she is here, but even when she doesn't show it she is heartbroken for it, she didn't know how deep this was for you but now that she does she wants to help you, she wants for you to be happy and at peace

After you calm down Kaede will have a serious conversation about what happened, she is worried that you had hide your depression from her (but not mad at you), she wants to know as much as you let her know and, most important, she wants to help you, she make sure to leave clear that you aren't alone, she is here with you and she will handle this with you because she loves you

Kaede suggest to ask for profesional help and to tell about your depression to people close to you, mainly because that way you could recive more support (promising that they will want to help you, and even in the case they don't show much support you will always have her). From that day Kaede shows more comfort and support more often, she becomes affectionate in a more gentle way and tend to remind you how much she loves you and how happy she is for having you in her life frecuently

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa goodbye despair x reader #mahiru koizumi #mahiru koizumi x reader #mahiru x reader #ibuki mioda #ibuki mioda x reader #ibuki x reader #mikan tsumiki #mikan tsumiki x reader #mikan x reader #kaede akamatsu #kaede akamatsu x reader #kaede x reader #x reader #x gn reader #video games x reader

[hajihiko]

I ask for souda’s crush List now kindly mucho gracias 🙏🙏🙏🧎

Crush list in order of happening, game and onwards;

Princess Sonia. Like, obvi true love!! No one else compares ever!!

Hajime but like a bro crush tho! There's nothing wrong with appreciating your homies sick pecs and kind and understanding nature and being heartbroken when you think they betrayed you! .... shit.

Nagito?

Nagito? DEFINITELY not Nagito.

Chiaki, who doesnt love a cute gamer girl?? Computers are just machines! Pink buddies!

NOT Fuyuhiko that's for sure.

Ibuki has a charm. But what if she's more punk than me D:

DEFINITELY not Gundham.

Peko. She's hot! Also kind of sweet if you unlock that watermelon scene.

Peko well. ... would have been weird after getting to know Fuyuhiko anyway.

Akane! Also hot! A little scary too but I mean hey that can be a bonus!

On that note, Nekomaru; there ACTUALLY is nothing wrong with appreciating the insanely buff bro that partakes in hijinks with you. Like, objectively.

Ibuki oh.

Not Mikan.

Ok yeah Fuyuhiko. Only because he's blonde and pretty and a good human shield and needs someone to visit him in the hospital.

Nekomaru well...

.... definitely not Gundham.

...

Or Chiaki.

Or maybe anyone anymore.

I'm gonna die a virgin :(

*Game:Exit*

Nevermind most of those I guess.

hehe Nevermind.

SchoolMemories.exe

God damn it

Gundham.

Akane I guess we were like siblings or the cool cousins all along.

Why did Impostor have to actually end up being really cool???

It's okay if Ibuki is the most punk bitch alive I am now secure enough in my personality that I could totally make it work. Unfortunately my detective bestie is telling me she's probably not really into guys. ... what if I'm not actually really a guy ...

Does Hajime count when he's like reinvented his personality? I'll count him again.

Hajime.

Princess Sonia just Sonia. But like ... different now.

....

Maybe Nagito again.

#I'm just having fun now lol #Messy boy #Not an art #Talky Talky Tuesday

[theamityelf]

I know you answered a zombie au ask just yesterday, but, do you have any more drafts of Makoto interacting with his class? Or class 77?

No worries; I love that you guys enjoy this AU, and I enjoy writing it!

(Also, I'd hate to seem opportunistic, but I've got a lot going on right now, so here's a link to my PayPal if anyone's feeling generous. Sorry about the old username; I don't know how to change it.)

...

"...Thirty-six...Thirty-seven...Thirty-eight..."

"Can she tell if you don't do all fifty?" Nagito asked, a curious tilt to his head as he ate a handful of popcorn, watching Makoto brush one of Junko's somehow-intact pigtails.

"Yeah, she can tell." (Makoto interspersed his counting throughout his explanation.) "I always thought she was joking when she said fifty, but one day I tried it, and it actually curbs a lot of her, uh, mischief."

In fact, Junko was genuinely falling asleep, her head dipping to rest against his knee.

Nagito looked fascinated. "You mean, she notices if you skip numbers or-?"

"Yep. If I try to cheat, she acts out again."

"Amazing. That seems to mean she can still count!"

"I guess so."

"Does she still talk?"

"Noises, mostly. Sometimes she says words, but they seem random. When Kyoko says words, they're definitely related to what she means to say. I'm not sure if Junko still understands what she's saying or if she just remembers the sounds of some words." He switched sides. "One...two..."

"She's putting a bone in your sock," Nagito observed.

Junko's eyes were still closed, and her body was still relaxing against Makoto's leg, but her hand had found his ankle and slipped a sparrow's vertebrae as deep into his sock as she could get it. It looked like she did it just absentmindedly.

"Yeah, she does that. It's fine. I'll take it out later. The real problem is when she pretends to choke on a bone so I'll get close enough for her to bite. She's really good at it."

"Hmm." Nagito smiled absently. He set aside his popcorn to help Ibuki un-snag her shirt from one of her piercings, but his mind was still on the previous topic, as evidenced by him shortly inquiring, "Do you like it when they bite you?"

"Like it? What do you mean?"

"Well, at some point, doesn't it start to seem like a sign of affection?"

"Oh, that. I guess in a way, yeah. I mean, they're definitely not doing it because they want to hurt us. It's just part of how they communicate. It's to show us what they're feeling."

"Exactly!"

Makoto wasn't sure what to make of Nagito's big grin, but he did his best. "It's pretty reassuring, how they can still make sure we understand them. It shows that they're still themselves, even though they're different in a lot of ways."

"Still themselves," Nagito echoed wistfully.

"...Forty-eight...Forty-nine...Fifty." Makoto finished at last with the other pigtail and carefully maneuvered Junko to sleep on something other than him. While he was getting her settled, Leon took the hairbrush and started brandishing it at him, but he merely said, "Sorry, but my hands need a rest. We'll do it later, okay?"

Leon tried to forcibly wrap Makoto's hand around the brush, and when Makoto stood his ground about taking a break, Leon huffed and threw it so hard across the room that he cracked the leg of a desk.

"You're just gonna have to go get it," Makoto said wearily.

Leon stalked away to get the brush.

Nagito offered Makoto some of his popcorn. He took a few kernels.

"That's one way he's different," Makoto said. "Leon never wanted anyone to touch his hair before."

"The dye job looks good," Nagito observed. "It was your first time, right?"

"Yeah. They sent me instructions with the dye, though, when I told them how agitated he was about his roots growing in." Makoto smiled at the memory. It had been difficult to dye Leon's hair, but he did feel like it had brought them closer. "My hands were stained for days."

Nagito looked at him a little oddly. Almost...sadly? No, that wasn't quite it.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

"Then, what are you thinking about?"

Nagito took some more popcorn, affecting a casual look. "Just that it's ironic, that's all."

"Ironic? That...my hands were stained? Or...?"

"Ah, Teruteru!" Nagito sighed, pulling his bag of popcorn out of the way too late to stop Teruteru from dropping a handful of bloody meat into it. "Well, that's a shame. We had so much left."

Makoto couldn't help thinking that Nagito was usually better at anticipating Teruteru's acts of food vandalism, and that he seemed relieved for the change of subject.

But he guessed it wasn't that big a deal, so he moved on. "Hina and Sakura always love having Nekomaru over. It's nice to see them having fun."

"I've been thinking about that," Nagito said. "What if, every now and then, we took the athletes outside? They really do need more room to run around."

What? Makoto checked to see if he was serious. "Outside? Where the reserve course are?"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure most of them are hunkered down in the reserve course buildings. And if we both do it together, then we can both make sure there aren't any problematic consequences. I think Peko and Sakura will stop the others from going too far."

"Yeah, maybe they would..." Makoto frowned. "But I still don't- Oh, hold that thought; Syo has scissors again." He sprang to his feet. "Byakuya! Help?"

Hina ended up being the one to restrain Syo, who had come perilously close to cutting off Hiyoko's ponytail.

...

(For the record, I assume the colorful hair and eyes are the characters' natural features until given contrary evidence, but Leon does say that his hair is dyed, like, the first time we meet him, so.)

#danganronpa #undead au #makoto naegi #nagito komaeda #junko enoshima #naejunko #komaegi #ibuki mioda #leon kuwata #leonaegi #naeleon

[fictional-musician-competition]

the moment you've been waiting for has arrived...

We have a bracket!!

Yeah. It's a 64-person bracket, the font is small, all that. You can try to zoom in, or there will be a list of matchups below the cut.

All but the first matchup have been randomly generated, please don't complain about the seeding or having to choose between characters. It just worked out that way ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (ig you can complain about the first one)

Polls will be released Monday afternoon. The first round will once again be a week long, but after that we'll go to 24-hour polls until the final matchup.

May the best musician win!

Side A

Orpheus (Ulysses Dies at Dawn by The Mechanisms) on mandolin vs The Toy Soldier (The Mechanisms) on mandolin, glockenspiel and others

Theodore (Alvin and the Chipmunks) on drums vs Wylan Van Eck (Six of Crows) on flute vs Squidward (SpongeBob SquarePants) on clarinet*

Hitori "Bocchi" Gotoh (Bocchi the Rock) on guitar vs Vice Principal Nero (A Series of Unfortunate Events) on violin

Murdoc Niccals (Gorillaz) on bass vs Tsukasa Tenma (Project Sekai) on piano

Ibuki Mioda (Danganronpa) on bass guitar vs Jasiker (The Witcher) on lute

Grover Underwood (Riordanverse) on reed pipes vs Marceline "The Vampire Queen" Abadeer (Adventure Time) on bass guitar

Wei Wuxian (The Untamed) on dizi vs Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid) on drums

Toki Wartooth (Metalocolypse) on guitar vs Eddie (The Rocky Horror Picture Show) on saxophone

Chai (Hi-Fi Rush) on guitar vs Sherlock Holmes (Sherlock Holmes) on violin

Wirt (Over the Garden Wall) on clarinet and bassoon vs Alec Hardison (Leverage) on violin

Raine Whispers (The Owl House) on violin vs Scanlan Shorthalt (Critical Role, The Legend of Vox Machina) on lute and flute

Raiko Horikawa (Touhou Project) on drums vs Undyne (Undertale) on piano

Riebeck (Outer Wilds) on banjo vs Candace Flynn (Phineas and Ferb) on a variety of instruments that begin with the letter "B"

Lisa Simpson (The Simpsons) on baritone sax vs DJ Octavio (Splatoon) on turntables

Ronan Lynch (The Raven Cycle) on uilleann pipes vs Venti (Genshin Impact) on lyre and flute

Rocky Rickaby (Lackadaisy) on fiddle vs Hoid (The Cosmere) on flute

Side B

Sonic (Sonic Underground) on electric guitar vs Sal "Sally Face" Fisher (Sally Face) on Guitar

Demyx (Kingdom Hearts) on sitar vs Achilles (The Iliad) on lyre

Jade Harley (Homestuck) on bass guitar vs Ryan Akagi (Infinity Train) on guitar

Wednesday Addams (Wednesday) on cello vs Maki Nishikino (Love Live! School Idol Project) on piano

Sally Thorn" McKnight (Scooby-Doo) on guitar vs Hunter Sylvester (Metal Lords) on electric guitar

K.K. Slider (Animal Crossing) on guitar vs Will Treaty (Ranger's Apprentice) on mandola

Edward Cullen (Twilight) on piano vs Miguel Rivera (Coco) on guitar

William the Gonagle (Discworld) on mousepipes vs Marzipan (Homestar Runner) on guitar

The Phantom of the Opera (The Phantom of the Opera) on organ vs Dr. Teeth (The Muppets) on piano

Kris (Deltarune) on piano vs "Soul King" Brook (One Piece) on piano and guitar

Manolo Sanchez (The Book of Life) on guitar vs Greg Universe (Steven Universe) on electric guitar

Ebony Dark'Ness Dementia Raven Way (My Immortal) on guitar vs Figueroth "Fig" Faeth (Dimension 20's Fantasy High) on bass guitar

Link (Legend of Zelda) on ocarina and panflute vs Max Rebo (Star Wars) on organ

Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney) on guitar vs Luka Couffaine (Miraculous Ladybug) on guitar

Melody (Crypt of the NecroDancer) on lute vs Musa (Winx Club) on all the instruments

Marcy Wu (Amphibia) on drums vs Victor Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) on violin

*due to an unfortunate counting error, a 3rd person has been added to this matchup.

#fictional musician competition

[ga-yuu]

Kurama and Ibuki Sequel Cute moments Part 1 Ft. Rikka

While playing the route I was wondering where the cute and funny moments were because we're at the point where the 2nd necromancer is already killed. But here we are. Also I love that, despite this being Kurama and Ibuki's route, Rikka's moments are sprinkled here and there. I guess the selling point of this route is Rikka.

Kurama: *glares at Ibuki*

Ibuki: *smiles at Kurama*

Yoshino and the soldiers: *nervous*

The sliding door opens...

Tamamo: "It's me, Tamamo!"

Rikka: ".......it's me, Rikka..."

Tamamo: "We're here to start the very first Demon's Naughty Competition!"

Yoichi: "Yayy!!!" *clap clap clap~*

Kurama and Ibuki: "!?"

Rikka: "I don't want to talk to more people, but since Tamamo asked to, I can't say no to him. I'm doing this for Tamamo."

Kurama: "What are you up to Tamamo?"

Tamamo: "Like I said, Ibuki and Kurama, you guys are going to take part in a competition to deepen your friendship. Because it's crucial for the upcoming trials."

Kurama: "Competition? Oh, you mean, you're going to count who cuts down most heads in this room?"

Soldiers shivers in the corner.

Ibuki: "Now now, don't scare those poor guys."

Tamamo: "Yes, let me explain first. You two will be playing a ball throwing game. The person who throws most ball in the other person's basket will be the winner."

Tamamo: "And your reward will be, spending time with Yoshino."

Yoshino: "Why me!?"

Tamamo: "Because Yoshino, you can offer so many nice things."

Rikka: "Yeah, like a kiss..."

Yoshino: *blushing*

Rikka: "Or maybe something else?"

Rikka: "Maybe the winner gets to cuddle with Tamamo's tail."

Ibuki: "Who cares about that? I'm more interested in the Yoshino gift."

Yoshino: "Stop joking already!"

Ibuki: "Who says I'm joking!? Ask Kurama. What do you say, Kurama?"

Kurama: "Don't be ridiculous!"

Yoshino: "Phew~"

Kurama: "Yoshino, you as a whole could be a gift."

Yoshino: "No! No no no!"

Tamamo: "How about this, Kurama? If you win, you can fight Rikka. You're interested to see Rikka's powers, right?"

Kurama: *eyes sparkles*

Yoshitsune: "Kurama is having a change of heart."

Kagetoki: "Looks like things will start real quick."

Yoshino: "Yoshitsune-sama and Kagetoki-san too!"

Akihito: "I'll be the referee."

Ibuki: "Why are you in this?"

Akihito: "I'll start by deducting 1200 points from Ibuki because he's an old man."

Ibuki: "Don't be the referee if you're gonna be unfair."

Yasuchika: "Huh? Akihito-sama is the best referee! Best referee in this entire world! He's never unfair! Everything he says is fair! EVERYTHING!"

Akihito: "I know, Yasuchika. Thank you."

(These two are here too, is there anyone else?)

Sueharu: "Bets on who will win?"

Morinaga: "Ahh..it's hard. I can't predict this one."

Sueharu: "No one asked you Morinaga!"

Yoshitsune: "I bet Kurama will win."

Kurama: "Don't say the obvious."

Ibuki: "Is everyone that free tonight?"

Tamamo: "Anyways, it's decided that the winner will be able to claim Yoshino's time and can do anything with Yoshino as a romantic partner."

Yoichi: "Wow, doesn't that sound fun?"

Yoshino: "What if I say no?"

Rikka: "Looks like you need an example. Let me show you."

Pins her to the wall and holds her cheeks.

Rikka: "I'll show you what good things will happen if you fall in love with me. Maybe, some things might be immoral and troublesome to say it in words. How about I show you instead?"

Yoshino: *blushing and shakes her head vigorously* "No need for live examples! Enough!"

Rikka: "......."

Rikka: "Hehe...you look cute."

A smile appeared on Rikka's face and he moved closer----

Kurama: "How long will this example continue?"

Ibuki: "Now I want the prize. That's enough for the demonstration."

Rikka: "You're right. If I don't stop here, I might end up doing terrible things."

Morinaga: "Of course you should. Yoshino's safety is our main priority."

Yoshitsune: "...I was about to pull out my sword just in case."

Rikka: "Everyone really loves you."

Ibuki: *holds Yoshino's hand* "So the winner gets her, right?"

Kurama: "Then let's start the battle. No matter what it is, I'm going to win!"

*Game starts and few seconds later*

Yasuchika: "Oh my, the basket is in flames."

Yoichi: "This doesn't seem like a regular ball throwing game anymore."

Kurama: "Ibuki, what the hell are you doing to my basket!?"

Ibuki: "Look carefully."

Throws the ball and the ball goes straight through the basket making a hole.

(They're not holding back at all)

Akihito: "At least he's holding back a little."

Kagetoki:" Kurama is also counterattacking with his wind to deflect the ball."

Kurama: "You think you could win against a demon who can control wind? *starts glowing*

Yasuchika: "OMG! I'm getting excited!"

Ibuki: "Let's see, shall we?" *starts glowing*

Yoshitsune: "It looks more like a supernatural tournament than a regular ball throwing game."

Tamamo: "That's why it's called the Demon's Naughty competition in the first place."

Yoshino: "This is too naughty!"

Tamamo: "What can we do, if they are young in both mind and body?"

The flaming balls go back and forth in lightning speed and baskets have melted to crisp. All the soldiers moved away and watching the fight from afar.

Benkei: "Hey! What the hell is going on here!?"

Benkei came running and behind him was Shigehira-kun in shock.

Shigehira: "What is this? Am I in hell?"

Yoritomo: "Everyone looks excited tonight."

Morinaga smiled happily at Yoritomo who approached calmly.

Morinaga: "Yes! Looks like the roof is gonna explode."

Sueharu: "Also, the only things that the Rebels and myself have destroyed are things of no value. So please sent all the repair costs to the Imperial Court, thank you."

Right after Sueharu said that.

Yoshitsune and Akihito: "Ah!"

Kurama and Ibuki's powers collided with each other and the roof explodes.

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #cybird #ikegen #ikemen genjiden kurama #ikemen genjiden ibuki

[ultimateluckystudent-writes]

Your Face Is Red (It's Not the Sunburn)

Summary: It's Summer, and you know what that means! Wearing your swimsuits to the lake, road trips with your classmates, and being trapped on top of your mortified crush's hard-on. I hope you packed an outfit that says 'sorry for making you accidentally cum'!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.0k

Tags/Themes: , Nagito Komaeda/Reader, Extra Shy and Nervous Komaeda, Mega-Virgin Komaeda, Humiliation Kink, Sub!Nagito, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Reader's Kind of Mean but Girlboss, Slight Exhibitionism, Roadtrip!, Non-Despair!AU

Content Warnings: Accidental Orgasm/Sex, Female Anatomy on Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Public Sex, Under-Negotiated/Accidental Kink, Accidental Sex

A/N: I can't stop writing bitchy, femdom reader and horny, nervous Nagito it's an affliction. Also, I came up with this in one night, this was supposed to be a drabble and I lost control like Two Bros lol. Also, I love mom friend Mahiru and dad friend Hajime *mwah*

Also (last one I promise) here are some more titles I came up with. They get worse as they go on:

Road Trip Travails (and Other Reasons to Pack Sunblock/Thank God for Sunscreen),

You're Really Hot (It's 90, Lose the Jacket),

Forecast Calls for Sunny Skies (And Bumpy Roads)

Get Your White, Sticky Cream on Me (I Forgot My Sunblock)

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Nobody else had even wanted to sit next to Komaeda, much less on top of him. Being in half-heartedly concealed swimsuits only made it worse. The luggage overflowed onto the seat next to it, all the way in the back, so it meant that someone had to draw sticks. Whoever got the shortest would have to sit in the back next to it all. Nagito drew it with a rueful smile. However, by the time all the supplies were in, you all realized that you were short one more seat.

“We can’t have any more people up front, that’s way too dangerous.” Mahiru frowned.

“We’ve already got four people in the middle seats.” Hajime sighed.

“The back seats are pretty spacious.” Kazuichi shrugged, and it seemed everyone seemed to know what that meant within the same split second. You all turned to look at Komaeda. He was already looking at the floor, picking at a loose thread on the sleeves of his jacket he insisted on taking despite the baking summer sun. It had begun to slip off of him, slumping around his elbows like his bare shoulders in his underconfident stance.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. Kazuichi scoffed audibly. You all knew he wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t a sort of class trip, and you were urged by Chiaki. However, you were secretly grateful. You knew you’d be just as much of a pariah if you admitted the many friendly moments you had shared with him after classes and in empty hallways. Or how badly you were hoping he’d take off the shirt and let you rub sunscreen on him when you got there. You’d even caved and brought an extra bottle of the lotion kind with you. Just in case.

Around you, everyone had begun to squabble about who would be sitting in Komaeda’s lap. Hajime and Mahiru were already splitting the drive, Akane and Kazuichi were arguing about who between them was smaller (it was definitely Kazuichi), and Ibuki and Sonia weren’t much help. After a moment of this, you realized you were tired already, and the drive hadn’t even begun.

“Everybody shut the fuck up!” You shouted over them. “It’s fine, Komaeda can sit in my lap, can we just hurry up already!”

“Wh- wh- what?” Ibuki gasped, like some sort of DJ. “But Nagi-chan will totally crush you!”

“It’s true, you’re probably better off the other way around.” Hajime mused, clearly sizing you two up. You felt weirdly pleased about the admission.

“I know it must be disgusting to be so near me already,” Komaeda said. He couldn’t even meet your eye. You couldn’t tell if that pink flush on his face was from the sun, or the prospect of it all. ‘Mega-virg.’ You thought to yourself. “I wouldn’t want to be an encumbrance to top it off.”

“I literally don’t care! Just get in!” You groaned, shoving him towards the car. He gave a small yelp and clambered into the back ungracefully, your insistent hands forcing him forwards. He ended up wedged between the middle seats and luggage, stuck between them until you pulled him out with a massive sigh. You couldn’t have anyone think you were too eager for this, after all, least of all Komaeda. He was totally red by the time he was in, but now you knew it was from embarrassment. You slid in after him and sat down on his lap with no fanfare.

As you suspected, Komaeda’s legs were bony and slightly uncomfortable. You shifted, trying to find a spot where he didn’t dig into you, until you realized what you were doing.

“Sorry.” You shrugged, turning to glance back at him.

“It’s okay.” He mumbled. He managed to continue to avert his gaze, even this close to you. As everyone else got in and got settled, he began to tug the seatbelt down.

“Nuh-uh, no way.” You caught his wrist and stopped him in the air. ‘It’s… pretty small.’ You couldn’t help thinking. “We’re already crammed in back here, I’m not having this thing choke me on top of it.”

“I understand, but, ah- my luck-” He stammered. He didn’t even move to free his hand. You decided to take pity on him.

“Fine, whatever. But we gotta adjust so this thing isn’t bothering me the whole time.” You didn’t wait for a response before you were pulling the seatbelt on, and moving around on his lap trying to find a better spot. You ended up pressed front to back, his chin having to rest on your shoulder as you leaned against him. ‘At least this is comfy. I wonder if he’ll say anything? Pfft, yeah, right. Human doormat Komaeda Nagito complaining about getting cozy with an Ultimate. I’m surprised he hasn’t creamed his pants yet.’ “There, that’s better.” Sure enough, when you looked back up at him, his eyes were wide and nervous but he didn’t seem unhappy.

“I- um-”

“Alright, everybody ready to head out?” Mahiru asked from the front seat. Akane and Kazuichi cheered way too loud for such a confined space. “Cool, let’s hit the road then.” She nudged Hajime and he pulled out of the parking space.

In front of you, they rolled the windows down as they sang along to the radio, chatted, and laughed away. You and Komaeda, on the other hand, were quiet. He seemed content looking out the window and listening, though you supposed it wasn’t like he could do much else. You put in your earbuds and listen to your own music while you scrolled through your phone.

You didn’t notice the road becoming progressively bumpier until one jolt caused you to knock one of your earbuds out.

“What the fuck guys, where are we driving? Pre-civilization?” You groused.

“I told Hinata to take the regular road.” Mahiru half-sang. You couldn’t see his face, but you could picture the focused scowl on Hajime’s face everyone knew him by.

“This ways a short cut! I’ve taken it a million times! We’ll get there thirty minutes earlier-” Another bump cut him off.

“Woah!” Ibuiki giggled. “It’s like a roller-coaster!”

“It’s not that bad!” Hajime protested. The bumps eventually calmed down, but the road was still rough. As you drove along it, you could feel the way the uneven path jostled the car. Soon you had to put down your phone and quiet your earbuds so you wouldn’t get carsick.

Everyone else had similarly calmed down. While they still chatted within the rows, the whipping air and hum of the drive were too loud to hear much between them at all. You could barely make out the pop song from the speakers in the middle row. Only twenty minutes into the hour-long drive, but you resigned yourself to looking out the window as time passed.

It was at the next larger bump that you realized something was up with Komaeda.

As you bounced a bit on his lap, you could have sworn you heard the smallest whimper come from him, more a squeak than anything. It sounded pained, and you almost apologized, until a thought crossed your mind. You gave no hint you’d noticed anything as you stretched and shifted on his lap, scooting your hips closer to his-

It was just as you’d suspected. At some point, Komaeda had gotten completely hard.

You almost moaned out loud with the realization. The rush of arousal was so sudden it almost stunned you. You bit the inside of your cheek as you forced yourself not to move at all on top of it, no matter how badly you wanted to begin grinding against him. ‘Holy fuck, he’s hard, he’s hard, he’s hard. What do I do? Do I say something? Would that make it more awkward? What a pervert! Is he getting off on this?’ You looked at his expression out of the corner of your eye, expecting to find him looking down at you already, that filthy look he got on his face when he began to ramble or something similar. But he was staring quite hard out the window at nothing in particular. The muscles in his jaw were clenched. You finally noticed how rigid he was under you, and realized you hadn’t heard Komaeda be silent for this long ever. He almost looked like he was going to cry.

‘Aww, poor thing. He’s hoping I won’t notice. Too bad.’ With no further hesitation, you arched your hips back into him hard, leaning your torso onto the backs of the seats in front of you. You had positioned your pussy right against his dick, knowing he’d feel even more heat now through the thin layers of your swimsuits. Komaeda gasped, the pretty noise torn from his lips with the move. The car’s ride made the seat practically vibrate, and each second bounced you on his lap even as you sat completely still. You could feel his cock twitch and throb with the new feeling. You were glad nobody could see your face, because you worried you’d start drooling soon.

“You okay?” You asked casually, taking the opportunity to look directly at him. His hand was by his mouth. You were sure he’d begun to bite down on it.

“Mhm.” He managed a shaky smile despite his heavy breathing. He even gave a weak thumbs up. You noticed the bite marks in the flesh between his thumb and pointer finger at once. He was so preoccupied with hiding his… condition that he didn’t even seem to notice you’d already found out, or suspect your teasing at all.

“Mmkay. Let me know if anything gets uncomfy.” You turned back to the front and dropped the calm mask at once. The position had him grinding just as hard against your clit. You knew your bottoms were going to be soaked through. You continued in the same silence, though now you had something new to focus on: keeping your breath even as you noticed every move he made. His other hand was curled into a fist by his thigh so tight his knuckles had gone white. His foot was tapping rapidly against the floor. After just a couple more minutes, he had begun to let out a choked sort of sigh with every turn, shift, or movement. For all the hums and nonverbal noises he usually made, it was clear he was doing his best to be completely silent and not disturb you. The idea of him trying to be so good while he was hard and probably aching and humiliated under you almost made you give yourself up.

When your back got tired, you leaned back up against him. Your bodies were now flush with each other. You felt his heart hammering against his chest. Each labored breath of his was now right against your ear. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder and watched his fingers sort of spasm. You had to give it to him, if you weren’t so busy thinking about each new dirty item that had replaced your previous mental vacation itinerary during the ride, you would have certainly given yourself away. If you had been distracted the whole time, or maybe didn’t know what a hard-on felt like, you likely wouldn’t have noticed the weird behavior.

“Ah- um- (F/N)?” His trembling hands tapped your thigh gently. ‘Look at how bad he’s forgotten himself! Addressing me by my first name- he’d never do that. How absolutely precious!’ “I- I- Could, um, could you-”

“Hmm? Oh, do you want me to-” You shifted on your seat once more. This time, you turned yourself to the side as much as you could, your knees pressed up against the luggage. His hard on pressed into your bare thigh. You could see his face like this, petrified and desperate. He’d begun to sweat just a bit. ‘He’s so gross.’ You thought lovingly, your eyes tracing a bead of it down his too-prominent Adam’s apple and past his sharp, pale collarbones. He held his hands up, as if terrified to touch you anymore. “It’s alright.” You lowered them for him, one onto the seat by his leg and your ass, the other on your leg. “There, that better?”

His expression made it clear that the answer was yes, and he wanted to die about it.

“Well, I, uh-” His nose scrunched with another bump. One hand was now pulling at your clothes, the other gripping your upper thigh. He didn’t even seem to notice anymore. You finally gave in. He looked like he was going to combust or faint. Your careful mask melted at once into a knowing smile as you shushed him softly. He seemed entranced as you straightened up to bring your mouth as close to his ear as you could get it.

“You don’t want them to know too, do you?” You murmured. A strangled moan caught in his throat.

“I’m sorry,” He mewled, giving up all pretenses at once. He squirmed under you, hips stuttering up as he ground against you in pathetic, jerky, inexperienced movements. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” His voice spilled from his swollen, bitten lips, and his eyes were shut tight. Even his torso curled into yours, his head bowed down by yours. There was no warning but a deep inhale before he sunk his teeth into your shoulder and his cock twitched against you in time with his hummingbird heartbeat as he spilled his orgasm into his shorts.

He shuddered as you began to play with the hair at the nape of his neck soothingly, cradling him against yourself. You wanted to shush his remaining noises, to tell him he did a good job, to call him yours and coo at how pretty he was, but the moment felt too delicate, too precarious-

The blaring sound of the horn made you both jump at once.

“CHIAKI-CHAN!” Mahiru shouted out the open window at the cabin you approached. “WE’RE HERE!”

Akane and Ibuki cheered. Kazuichi hopped over several laps in his rush to get out, holding his stomach like he was going to be sick. Sonia clapped and thanked Hajime like he was her personal driver before sliding out delicately. Hajime yawned and shook his head to clear his drowsiness as he got out. Mahiru folded up the map they hadn’t used and tucked it into the dashboard. Before you knew it, they had forgotten both the two of you and the luggage as they greeted everyone else there.

“They left the seats up.” You scowled out the window to no avail.

“Oh, I, uh, think I can do it from here!” Komaeda said, too eager to be of help. He unbuckled the seat belt and began to reach over you.

“Wait, no let me just-” You tried to get off of him the best you could to give him room to pull the latch that would lower the seats and let you out. 

“Sorry! I think I can-”

“It’s okay, but you-”

“Do you think you could-”

“Ow! Your jacket is caught-”

“Ah!”

“Fuck!”

In a tumble of limbs, the seats came down all at once and the two of you fell back onto them and into each other painfully. You had just opened your eyes again after the crash as the door opened, blinding you once more with the bright sun.

“Hey! What were you two doing back there?” Kazuichi squawked. When you could see again, you realized the position the two of you had landed in. One of Komaeda’s arms was trapped under your back, pressing your faces just inches away from each other’s, and your foot had gotten caught in the handle of a suitcase behind you, wrapping your leg around his waist. Komaeda was only holding himself up with the arm he’d caught himself with, the rest of him pressed up against you.

“I- It’s not-” You stammered as more and more eyes of your classmates had turned towards you at Kazuichi’s accusatory voice.

“How shameful my luck must be for you.” Komaeda sighed, already pulling himself up. “Don’t be silly, Soda-kun, nobody would allow me to disgrace them in such a way.” He chuckled and shook his head at the prospect as he got out. “I’m just too incompetent to even get us out of the car. Such a simple task, and yet-”

“Ugh, god, shut up! You’re right, I’d be an idiot to think anyone would do that sort of thing with you.” Kazuichi looked disgusted.

“Get your mind out of the gutter!” You snapped at him, grateful for the new target Komaeda had supplied you with. “You’re such a pervert, Soda!” You made sure to say it louder than necessary, making everyone’s gaze turn toward him instead.

“Eewww, Pervuichi’s at it again!” Hiyoko cried, always happy to pull out one of her nicknames. 

“They wouldn’t have been trapped like that if you’d remembered to let them out!” Mahiru scolded him. “You were in the middle, you should have been the last one out!”

“Huh? What? Wait!”

As squabbling picked up once more, reminding you of how you had entered the car, Komaeda extended his hand with a smile. His other hand held his jacket by his stomach, over his front. You felt much more grateful for the eyesore. Nobody noticed as you rummaged around for your backpack or when you finally tugged a surprised Komaeda away with a mischievous smile.

“C’mon, let’s head down to the lake already. We’re gonna need an excuse for being all wet already.” You laughed as he nodded quickly in response, until his face fell.

“We’ll have to be quick, unfortunately, my skin burns quite easily-”

“Whoo-hoo!” To his confusion, you gave a cheer at that. ‘Thank you Summer gods! Thank you SPF 100+!’ “Don’t even worry, you have no idea how prepared I am for this. Best vacation ever!”

#nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #dr #dr2 #your face is red #its not the sunburn #i should make a better tagging system #oh well #bunnywrites

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if you were to redesign the sdr2 cast what would u do

hehehe idk if i would go for a total redesign for a lot of the charas bc i really like a lot of the designs in dr2, especially ppl like ibuki, kazuichi, and gundham. :^)

I think the biggest thing i would change would be that I would give half the girls pants, and do a complete redesign of akane's outfit to actually fit her character. She would wear something sporty and comfortable, something she can move in, but maybe not branded sportswear. Like maybe a loose tshirt and some gym shorts. I think she doesnt care about fashion and would pretty much wear whatever she can get that is the most comfortable and least restrictive.

Peko would be another that gets pants, for a similar reason. And i think chiaki would wear sweatpants. AND i don't like how fitting chiaki's sweater is. I wish it was looser and more cozy looking.

I've seen a lot of great mikan redesigns that make her actually look like a nurse, but medical stuff bothers me a bit so i haven't really thought about how I would mess with her design much. I think it would be cool if she wore some custom scrubs.

Idk if messing with body types counts as redesigning but ofc i would fix the weird anatomy with the imposter and teruteru. And plenty of the other charas are too skinny but that's getting more into just my headcanons lol.

I think hajime could benefit a lot from some design changes, namely adding a few points of interest that aren't his tie. But I understand that his design is meant to be plain and unassuming, but if I had the choice I would add small details that imply he's an alt kid wannabe who is restricted by strict parents and a rigid school dress code. Like he paints his nails but his parents won't let him get piercings so he has to settle for clip on earrings and he loses them constantly.

last thing i would do i think is change nagito's shoes to look less ridiculous

but yeah that's pretty much it because i like a lot of the dr2 designs as they are. 🤔 the sprites and art for that game is prob my fav in the series. sdr2 has some vibrancy to the color choices that add a lot that thh and v3 are lacking sometimes.

#tysm for the ask!!!

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starfluid flag picked from ibuki mioda!

requested by: anonymous

#danganronpa #starfluid #ibuki mioda #you can count on ibuki! #canon <3 #me #pretty flag #i’ve done this before but this version is far superior #mod taka

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Which Danganronpa do you think got dealt the worst by Localization?

I'd be lying if I didn't say Gonta. (though Angie's god changing from being a generic god, making her a mockery of religious folk, to Atua, a very specific god that real people actually worship, has some fucked up, arguably kinda racist implications.)

A small CW for discussing the R slur in this analysis/rant. I don't write it out, but I understand 100% if you don't want to read it.

Speaking in the third person is considered a cute quirk in Japan. When a Japanese author has a character speak in third person, they are usually trying to make the character appear cute and harmless, which absolutely fits Gonta.

However, most American (or culturally American) authors reserve that kind of third person talk is reserved either for cavemen, or neurodivergent characters, with the implication that the character in question is too dumb to have a proper grasp of English. (Abelism much?)

This fits everyone else's perception of Gonta, but not who he actually is as a character.

One of the main points of Ch4 is that the class (even characters Kodaka wants you to like, such as Kaito and Himiko) was wrong to treat Gonta like he was stupid, and that Kokichi, who you aren't meant to like (as a person. As an antagonist he does a decent job) at this point, was in the right. With the big twist of Ch6 coming up, in addition to the Ch5 reveal that people like Kaito and Kokichi can work together to a common goal, it's important to point out that your cast isn't as perfect or infallible as they appear.

Which is why it does such a disservice to have Gonta continue to speak in the third person in the English version.

Gonta isn't the first character to speak in the third person in Danganronpa, Ibuki does it too! But it doesn't affect Ibuki's characterization in the same way, since Ibuki's character isn't about wrongly being underestimated. If Ibuki comes across as slightly dumber, it isn't a disservice to the themes of the story.

Also, Ibuki's backstory doesn't evoke Cavemen in the western player's mind.

Some other changes around Gonta were made, notably that Miu does not actually say the R slur to him. The word is a step up from 'baka' in rudeness, so "moron" or "fucking idiot" would be closer to the original tone. Miu calls many people idiots, with Kaito and Kaede being the first to mind. Only Gonta gets the ableist slur treatment -_- (Which makes the fact that it was put in there even more heartbreaking for me.)

Even if you aren't meant to agree with Miu, this can subtly color your perceptions of Gonta. Also, Miu gets a lot of hate for this, which doesn't seem fair to me. Stan Miu.

The most infuriating thing about this is, there's another v3 character that speaks in the third person in Japanese. My queen, Tenko Chabashira. They changed how she referred to herself for the western audiences, when arguably keeping it the same would not have done her that much of a disservice to her character. (She's a comic relief character who says dumb shit. Having her seem a bit less cute and a bit more stupid to western audiences wouldn't affect her plotline that much. Some people would maybe get irrationally angry and say she's a strawman (or strawwoman! sorry Tenko.) for feminists, but Kiibo is right there.)

So the argument that the translators would have to put a lot of work in doesn't hold.

In order to adapt Gonta more accurately and have him seem cute like Kodaka intended, I propose that he has emoticons at the end of his sentences sometimes. (I am shot by a sniper rifle for this idea!)

Heres his canon first line (not counting pregame because fuck that)

"Oh! Sorry for scaring! Gonta scary-looking. Most people not wanna talk to Gonta when meeting for first time. So, like gentleman, Gonta say thank you! Thank you for talking to Gonta!"

and here's it with how I'd alter it.

"Oh! Sorry for scaring! I'm scary-looking. Most people not wanna talk to me when meeting for first time. :( So, like gentleman, I say thank you! Thank you for talking to Me! :)"

Like, he comes across different, huh? Even to my eye, it reads more like he's struggling with the language in the second one, while the first one not so much.

Kaito and the Saiouma ship actually benefit from the localization, but that is another topic for another day.

#ask tag #danganronpa #gonta gokuhara

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i know someone probably did this already but!! i screenshot-ed parts of the story where they talked about surprisingly important stuff when it comes to fic writing for these girls? like. how yoba academy works and how influential miyu, kurumi and miiko's families are.

i'll share it here so people can save the hassle of trying to find this info for their fics!!! (even tho a lot of people have probably read this before me)

extra stuff under the cut: (i ramble how the classes work and other things)

abyssmare's classes are:

neo - vocals class (same class as kyoko)

wero - performing arts class (same class as towa noa and ibuki)

elsie - media and arts class or regular class

sophia - media and arts class or regular class

im not sure on elsie and soap's since michiru hasn't stated what her class is at this point in time, i might learn what it is if i continue catching up w the story.

anyway! notes/how i think the classes work

media and arts (MnA to make my life easier) might have the same amount of education as art schools (since yoba used to be an art school) for the artists while for people like shinobu it must have something to do with learning how the entertainment industry works/how to get yourself to start somewhere in that industry.

shinobu being in the MnA rather than music must imply being in the music classes need you to use an instrument rather than how to compose music. (rei is the only person among the yoba units to play an instrument and is the only person in the music course)

regular course must mean the regular subjects for the students (academics and such) but from what i recall from the past events, area conversations, anime and manga the other classes still indulge in academics somewhat just not as much compared to those in the regular course.

peaky back in middle school must've originally chose the regular course before deciding to take up the MnA courses so it will help w performing/future careers. (kyoko = vocals, shinobu = MnA, yuka = video, esora = design)

esora taking up design implies that she is the one who makes the outfits of peaky and also because she's stage designer and negotiator for what/where their venues will be. (in road to d4fes she did set up a whole event by herself iirc)

lyrilily family/arisugawa/rich girl world notes

hayate and kokoa are rich yes but not AS rich compared to miyu kurumi and miiko. they must be around the same status as haruna's family.

miyu's family is the riches out of the four of them since kokoa specifically used the words 'former zaibatsu' to explain her status.

zaibatsu (literally wealthy clique or rich clan) is an industrial/financial integrated business who has an influence so huge over specific parts of japan's economy in WWII. this means that her family, the sakuradas, were super important back in the day, giving them a very heightened status in the business world.

miiko's father is the head of an international group company, so her connections are all over the world. (this is also the reason she knows so many languages)

kurumi's family is one of japan's biggest companies, it doesnt state it so but it might have a connection with technology or is something else entirely.

haruna's family seems to just have a lot of money or her family came from a very rich bloodline, either way, it seems her parents/family isnt known for anything notable that kokoa would remember compared to the other three. (this must be the reason why she acts so high class compared to the other lyrilily members, to fit in w these girls that have family w big and vast connections in different businesses)

the shimizus (esora's family) must be around the same influence as the sakuradas since yuka stated in the manga that she is super well known even among rich girls.

i guess this counts as me liveblogging huh. sorry.

#crow talks #d4dj groovy mix #d4dj #notes #screenshot-ing and keeping this in mind for future fics hehe!!!! #i made this before i learned of what was actually going to occur. #i need a better device for rhythm gaming i swear im scared i'll run out of space again.... #edit: i added some extra info i forgot to put (kurumi) and edited a few errors that made reading it confusing!

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Danganronpa Character Tropes/Patterns Across Main 3 Games

I'm sure this exists somewhere already, but I wanted to make a list for my own self-reference because I was analyzing the patterns across games, so I figured why not post it? Unfortunately, this ended up egregiously long, and I decided to stop and post it before it got even longer. I'm sure I missed plenty of things, but I didn't want it getting any longer. I already spent a lot of time refreshing my memory and poring over the Danganronpa Fandom Wiki to make this list, ahaha...

So, here we go--I made a few categories: 1. Personality, 2. Ultimate Talents, 3. Cast Dynamics, 4. Killing Game, and 5. Body Characteristics. Wasn't sure how to format it, but I tried. I didn't list their Ultimate Talents since I figured most people remember/know.

If you have any questions or thoughts, feel free to pop into the replies or my askbox and we can discuss! There might be some you disagree on. Under the cut for Danganronpa spoilers and length!

Personality

Bossy toward men 

SDR2 - Mahiru Koizumi

NDRV3 - Tenko Chabashira (complete misandrist) 

Little Shits/Gremlins (& most obnoxious criers) /affectionate

SDR2 - Hiyoko Saionji

NDRV3 - Kokichi Ouma

Made-up Words/Sayings 

SDR2 - Ibuki Mioda

NDRV3 - Angie Yonaga

Most Unhinged Participants

SDR2 - Nagito Komaeda

NDRV3 - Korekiyo Shinguji

Multiple Personas/Personalities

DR1 - Touko Fukawa (has DID; Genocide Jack)

DR1 - Junko Enoshima

NDRV3 - Korekiyo Shinguji (older sister)

Optimists

DR1 - Aoi Asahina

SDR2 - Mahiru Koizumi

NDRV3 - Kaede Akamatsu

Potty-mouthed

DR1 - Mondo Oowada

SDR2 - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

NDRV3 - Miu Iruma

Self-Esteem Issues

DR1 - Chihiro Fujisaki

DR1 - Touko Fukawa

SDR2 - Nagito Komaeda

SDR2 - Mikan Tsumiki

NDRV3 - Shuichi Saihara

NDRV3 - Maki Harukawa

Stoic/Serious Ladies

DR1 - Sakura Oogami

DR1 - Kyouko Kirigiri

SDR2 - Peko Pekoyama

NDRV3 - Kirumi Tojo

NDRV3 - Maki Harukawa

Ultimate Talents

Athletes

DR1 - Leon Kuwata

DR1 - Aoi Asahina

SDR2 - Akane Owari

SDR2 - Peko Pekoyama

NDRV3 - Ryoma Hoshi

Martial Artists

DR1 - Sakura Oogami

NDRV3 - Tenko Chabashira

Musicians

DR1 - Sayaka Maizono

SDR2 - Ibuki Mioda

NDRV3 - Kaede Akamatsu

Ultimate ???

DR1 - Kyouko Kirigiri

SDR2 - Hajime Hinata

NDRV3 - Rantaro Amami

Has Secret/Other Talent

DR1 - Touko Fukawa (as Genocide Jack - Ultimate Murderer) 

DR1 - Makoto Naegi (Ultimate Hope) 

SDR2 - Hajime Hinata (as Izuru Kamukura - Ultimate Hope)

NDRV3 - Maki Harukawa (Ultimate Assassin)

Cast Dynamics

Protagonist & Friend Iconic Duo

DR1 - Makoto Naegi Kyouko Kirigiri

SDR2 - Hajime Hinata Chiaki Nanami

NDRV3 - Shuichi Saihara Kaede Akamatsu

Mystery Solvers/Complicators

DR1 - Kyouko Kirigiri

DR1 - Byakuya Togami

SDR2 - Nagito Komaeda

NDRV3 - Kokichi Ouma

Antagonists

DR1 - Byakuya Togami

SDR2 - Nagito Komaeda

NDRV3 - Kokichi Ouma

Protag’s Guy Friends Who All Have That Same Loser Vibe

DR1 - Yasuhiro Hagakure

SDR2 - Kazuichi Souda

NDRV3 - Kaito Momota

Breaks the 4th Wall

SDR2 - Gundham Tanaka

NDRV3 - Kokichi Ouma

Serial Killers

DR1 - Touko Fukawa (Genocide Jack)

SDR2 - Peko Pekoyama (fake; “Sparkling Justice”)

NDRV3 - Korekiyo Shinguji

Killing Game

Protagonists

DR1 - Makoto Naegi

SDR2 - Hajime Hinata

NDRV3 - Shuichi Saihara

NDRV3 - Kaede Akamatsu (one chapter still counts!!)

Traitors/Moles

DR1 - Mukuro Ikusaba (as Junko Enoshima)

DR1 - Sakura Oogami

SDR2 - Chiaki Nanami

NDRV3 - K1-B0 (unknowingly)

Masterminds

DR1 - Junko Enoshima

SDR2 - Alter Ego Junko Enoshima

NDRV3 - Tsumugi Shirogane

De Facto Forensic Examiners

DR1 - Kyouko Kirigiri

SDR2 - Mikan Tsumiki

First Victims

DR1 - Sayaka Maizono

SDR2 - Byakuya Togami (Imposter)

NDRV3 - Rantaro Amami

First Killers

DR1 - Leon Kuwata

SDR2 - Teruteru Hanamura - SDR2

NDRV3 - Kaede Akamatsu (as scapegoat) - NDRV3

Framed/Suspected of Murdering Close Friend

DR1 - Aoi Asahina

SDR2 - Hiyoko Saionji - SDR2

NDRV3 - Himiko Yumeno

Victims of Double Murders

DR1 - Hifumi Yamada Kiyotaka Ishimaru 

SDR2 - Hiyoko Saionji Ibuki Mioda

NDRV3 - Tenko Chabashira Angie Yonaga

Double Murder Culprits

DR1 - Celeste Ludenberg

SDR2 - Mikan Tsumiki

NDRV3 - Korekiyo Shinguji

Self-Sacrificial

DR1 - Sakura Oogami** 

SDR2 - Byakuya Togami (Imposter)**

SDR2 - Peko Pekoyama*

SDR2 - Nagito Komaeda** 

NDRV3 - Ryoma Hoshi**

NDRV3 - Gonta Gokuhara*

NDRV3 - Kokichi Ouma**

(* = became culprit, ** = became victim)

Non-Culprit Tries to Misdirect Voting to Execute All Participants

DR1 - Aoi Asahina

NDRV3 - Maki Harukawa

Is Incited/Led by Antagonist to Murder

SDR2 - Teruteru Hanamura

SDR2 - Chiaki Nanami

NDRV3 - Gonta Gokuhara

NDRV3 - Kaito Momota

Sustained Injury/Death Not From Participant Murder or Own Execution

DR1 - Mukuro Ikusaba (as Junko Enoshima)

SDR2 - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu  (from Peko’s execution, not own)

SDR2 - Nekomaru Nidai

NDRV3 - Kaito Momota

NDRV3 - K1-B0 (final explosion)

Mystery Victims

DR1 - Mukuro Ikusaba (Chapter 5 reappearance)

NDRV3 - Kokichi Ouma

Makes Plot & Trial-Relevant Technology

DR1 - Chihiro Fujisaki

SDR2 - Kazuichi Souda

NDRV3 - Miu Iruma

Most Notable Character Development

SDR2 - Hajime Hinata

SDR2 - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

NDRV3 - Shuichi Saihara

NDRV3 - Himeko Yumeno

NDRV3 - Maki Harukawa

Body Characteristics

Super Muscular

DR1 - Sakura Oogami

SDR2 - Nekomaru Nidai

NDRV3 - Gonta Gokuhara

Tan/Darker Skinned

DR1 - Aoi Asahina

DR1 - Yasuhiro Hagakure

SDR2 - Akane Owari

NDRV3 - Angie Yonaga

Fat/Chubby

DR1 - Hifumi Yamada

SDR2 - Byakuya Togami (Imposter)

SDR2 - Teruteru Hanamura

Tiny

SDR2 - Teruteru Hanamura

NDRV3 - Ryoma Hoshi

Small Girls

SDR2 - Hiyoko Saionji

NDRV3 - Himiko Yumeno

Small Boys

DR1 - Chihiro Fujisaki

SDR2 - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

NDRV3 - Kokichi Ouma

Breasted Boobily (reference to meme please don’t kill me lol)

DR1 - Aoi Asahina

SDR2 - Akane Owari

NDRV3 - Miu Iruma

Robots/Non-humans

DR1 - Alter Ego

SDR2 - Mechamaru Nidai

NDRV3 - K1-B0

Ahoge Havers

DR1 - Makoto Naegi

DR1 - Hifumi Yamada

SDR2 - Hajime Hinata

NDRV3 - Kaede Akamatsu

NDRV3 - Shuichi Saihara

NDRV3 - K1-B0

NDRV3 - Miu Iruma

Hat-wearers

SDR2 - Kazuichi Souda

NDRV3 - Shuichi Saihara

NDRV3 - Ryoma Hoshi

NDRV3 - Korekiyo Shinguji

NDRV3 - Himiko Yumeno

Different, Cartoonish Eyes/Features

DR1 - Hifumi Yamada

SDR2 - Teruteru Hanamura

NDRV3 - Ryoma Hoshi

Other patterns: 

At least one red-haired, one black-haired, one white-haired, and one blond character per game

At least one red-eyed and one same hair & eye color character per game

#danganronpa tropes #danganronpa #sdr2 #ndrv3 #super danganronpa 2 #new danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 #character tropes #patterns #character dynamics #not imagines #not writing #kokichi ouma #hajime hinata #shuichi saihara #byakuya togami #chiaki nanami #nagito komaeda #makoto naegi #kyouko kirigiri #just gonna tag protag & antag #bc there's too many charas #i wanted to comment on the patterns but this post was so long i didn't want to make it longer #but i think it's interesting how some of these patterns start from sdr2 and are not in dr1 #also almost all hat-wearers are in ndrv3 #i couldn't think of a good chara dev one for dr1 tbh #for like a dramatic & big change #the charas are p consistent there #i've always been interested in fangan ideas which is why i'm trying to list all these tropes #to better understand the components of each dr cast

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⠀⠀⠀˚ ˖ ॱ : ❛❛ You can always count on me! ❜❜ ( ｡>﹏<｡)!! ♡ ✩

About me: Hi! I'm mod Mooshie, but you can also call me mod Emu, and this is my editing blog! I'm a demigirl lesbian, and i use she/her pronouns. If you want to interact more with me, you can go on my main @mooshie008! I will be more than happy to have more friends on here~.

What I can do: icons, pride icons, matching icons, wallpapers (specify your sizes when requesting this!), layouts (Tumblr size is the default), headers (Tumblr size is the default), moodboards, and reply icons! this list may be updated in the future.

Sources: Project Sekai, Bandori, Genshin Impact, DDLC, Pokemon, Nintendo in general, Omori, Sanrio, Danganronpa, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Cookie Run (both games), and unlisted sources (MUTUALS ONLY).

I am going to prioritize requests for Project Sekai, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Pokemon, Sanrio, and Genshin Impact!

Whitelist: Emu Otori, Mizuki Akiyama, Minori Hanasato, An Shiraishi, Ichika Hoshino and Saki Tenma (Project Sekai). Kaoru Seta, Yukina Minato, Lisa Imai (Bandori). Yoimiya, Raiden Shogun, Lisa, Yae Miko, and Eula (Genshin Impact). All of the club members except the protagonist (DDLC). Cynthia, Serena, Dawn (Pokemon). Kirby franchise (Nintendo). Basil, Kel and Aubrey (Omori). Kuromi, My Melody, Cinnamoroll and Pompompurin (Sanrio). Kaede Akamatsu, Rantaro Amami, Kyoko Kirigiri, Ibuki Mioda, Himiko Yumeno and Miu Iruma (Danganronpa). The whole holy quintet (Puella Magi Madoka Magica). Black Raisin Cookie, Parfait Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie, Latte Cookie, Croissant Cookie, Timekeeper Cookie (Cookie Run).

Blacklist: Characters with no content to edit, DSMP, Boyfriends (Webtoon), incestuous and pedophilic ships, Kokichi Ouma, Haiji Towa, Teruteru Hanamura, any ship with Byakuya Togami and Junko Enoshima, Saiouma, the DDLC protagonist, Purple Yam Cookie, glitchcore, weirdcore, any aesthetic that easily hurts eyes.

Rules: Please be specific whenever you request something, this includes stuff like size, aesthetic, character and source (in case you request an unlisted source). Credit me in case you use any of my edits in a visible place for everyone to see. I can get quite busy sometimes, so please be patient and don't rush me. I have every right to delete a request if i feel uncomfortable doing it. And last but not least, for the love of god have some manners and be respectful when requesting.

DNI: Do not use any of my edits or interact with me if you fall under anything this list has, and also if you are a nsfw or gore blog/if you reblog that stuff, but keep in mind I will block anyone that makes me feel uncomfortable.

And that's it for today, i hope you feel safe to request from me, i will be more than happy to edit for you! Have a great day! <3.

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[special-encounters]

"Hey Sonia, Chiaki. Is everything ready for Ibuki's birthday today?" Alter looked at the two, while Merric was still on his shoulder without saying anything else.

Of course, we have everything set my King.

You can count on us, Alter.

*she was still playing that pokemon*