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starbunii · 3 months

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Hey! Can I request Shuichi x Kokichi's!twin (or very close friends with him) Reader, that's the Ultimate Second In Command?

THIS REQUEST IS SO CUUUUTE AAA <3 shuichi x reader gender neutral, anyone can read!

kind of short cuz i didnt know what to do, but if you guys like it i'll make a part 2!

Being The Ultimate Second In Command, you were naturally used to the incessant teasing and mockery of your older brother and counterpart, Kokichi Ouma. Given your talent, status, and age, you were very rarely taken seriously by his organization, often being cast aside in favor of your sibling. You were unseen, a puppet working from the sidelines in order to better your brother's institution, watching as he took all the credit.

While it didn't bug you in the moment, there were some nights were you wept over the lack of being seen. You felt so...overlooked. So lonely. Most people only looked to you for assistance.

Until that fateful day...

You and your brother had been locked in a Killing Game together, miraculously enough. Most of your classmates were mundane. Boring. Generally just exhausting to be around. All of them could easily be overlooked, just as you were.

All except for one - Shuichi Saihara, The Ultimate Detective.

You watched as he introduced himself to everyone, mumbling and tripping on his words like a fool. The way he fidgeted with his fingers and avoided your gaze with that hat of his. It was all so stupidly mesmerizing.

After a bit of time, you and the detective had formed a strong bond, albeit much to your twin brother's dismay. You had stopped listening to him as often, preferring to go and be by Shuichi's side.

"I don't understand why you like him so much to begin with!" Kokichi pouted, lazily hanging off his chair while pigging out in the dining hall. "What if he's one of the feds, huh? Huh?!"

"I don't really care about that..." You frowned, picking at your food. "He's nice to me...and..I dunno. It's nice to have someone look at me like a person, and not an asset for once..."

"Hey-! I am plenty nice to you!" He grunted, now sitting upside down. "Besides. He's probably only nice to you because he wants to use you. You're my sibling..so it's different."

You simply sighed, getting up and leaving the room. Of course, Kokichi followed you, teasing you relentlessly. "..I mean, you probably only defend him because youuuuu have a massive crush on him!"

You paused, trying to ignore the way the heat rushed to your ears. Was he right? Did you have a crush on the detective? No...you couldn't...you two were just friends, of course!

Kokichi noticed your hesitation. He was quiet, before he began to cackle. "You like him?! Seriously?! That is the funniest thing I have ever heard! No way! He's got zero chance!"

"Kokichi..." You grumbled, walking faster.

"I'm not letting him get with my little Y/n!" He laughed even louder. "I have to protect my wittle sibling from heartbreak!"

"Kokichi!" You finally shoved him off of you, storming off even faster.

You bumped into someone's chest, clenching your eyes shut with a soft thud. You looked up, only to see soft and shy grey eyes looking down at you.

"Ah...sorry..." Shuichi blushed, fiddling with his cap. "You okay?"

"Mmh..." The room got warmer as your knees buckled a bit. "Yeah...I'm...I'm fine.."

"Good.." Shuichi smiled softly. "Um...s-so..."

"Yeah uh..."

"Actually..." Shuichi cleared his throat, trying to ignore the way his voice cracked. "I um...was wondering...if..." "Yeah...?" You gazed up at him, eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I was wondering if y-you'd like to go o-"

"Wait just a minute!" Kokichi stormed into the hall, anger radiating from his tiny, 5'1 self. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but you better stay away from them, Shumai. They've got no time to be wasting with you, of all people." He glared at Shuichi, using only the most condescending of tones.

"I...I wasn't doing anything..." Shuichi blushed, backing up a bit. "I was gonna ask if.." His brain lagged as he tried to think of an excuse. "Exactly." Kokichi glared, taking your hand and leading you away from him. Shuichi quietly waved, looking a bit disappointed in himself. He had fallen in love with the second in command with an illegal vigilante. He knew it was wrong. Of course it was wrong. But there was just something about you that drew him in...too bad his confession had been interrupted.

Better luck next time...

#shuichi saihara #shuichi x reader #saihara shuichi #kokichi ouma #drv3 #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #ghost.writes

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starbunii · 8 months

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Hi! Hope you're having a great weekend! Absolutely love your blog and when I had this idea while on my way to work I knew I had to request you!

Can I request Mondo, Kiyo and Kaito with a Gyaru SO?

I have the world's most insistent brainworms I-

Mondo Oowada, Shinguuji Korekiyo, and Kaito Momota with a Gyaru S/O

I fucking love gyaru's this is an excellent request thank you. gyaru is so broad so help each of the things I say are going to be lowkey different but we'll deal with it together.

i wrote the mondo one listening to angeleyes by abba so you can imagine

also not proofread sorry if some things sound a little silly.

-Mods Souda

Mondo Oowada

✯ You're beauty and you're grace, you're also the one driving him insane. When you do your hair well and whenever you have lashes on, you will refuse to ride on that bike with him. There is no way you're going to ruin your pretty look with his high speeds, so he will either pull a I'll meet you there, then or he becomes a public commuter. The only complaints he has about your style is the typical masculine man things, like you taking up a lot of counter space in the bathroom with your stuff (but some of it smells really nice) and the amount of jewelry you just leave around.

✯ this one's a little suggestive i think.

This bar was the kind that, without ever being heard of, always had somebody in it. In all hours of the day somebody is out and about, and this bar was something of a unique type. It was an American-biker bar. You go in there almost constantly just for that reason, you're a regular! Being that it is an American themed bar, however, you often get bosozoku popping in checking out who are foreigners and who are not. Where the bosozoku are, Mondo tends to follow. There was him and two other boys, each standing at separate places, when you came in. Your eyes quickly go to him. You went and stood at the bar by the orange-toned lights that hang from the ceiling. It had been an annoying day at work, so annoying that during your break you had gone outside just to stand in the sunlight, and you swore you had fallen asleep standing there. Now, rather than going to sleep, you had decided to go out (and alone). Not that it matters to you, you have an ulterior motive anyway. Mondo finally, hesitantly, appeared and leaned over you to the bar. A tank top this low in the night? He should be getting cold. "What's up?" You smile at him. He ignores you, ordering your drink, already well acquainted with both the sight of you and the taste of your lips when you leave this place. "What's up with you?" "I wanted to see if you were here," you say, clicking your heels innocently. "Gotcha. Missin' me or something?" You stare at him with bright eyes, looking at him as if he's an angel. He's still yet to look down at you. He knows that if he does, he will fold immediately, giving into your beauty [and the way you stare at him as if he is the most beautiful man in the world]. He adds on, more meek, "Comin' out all this way for me?" He remembers the last time he drove you home where you had told him that going all the way over to him was starting to take time out of your day, where you had asked him to start going over to you instead. With the amount of areas he is not supposed to go in at certain times of the day (and this is something you are very unaware about) he was starting to get worried he'd not be able to see you as often. This was a few weeks ago, and his worry was indeed correct. "How terrible of me, I know," you add sarcastically, "my poor pasmo." "Shut it." You look up to see his face, which is almost burning red in a flush, but the small smirk on his face tells you that he's not exactly mad.

✯ If you play your music loud, he doesn't mind at all. He's all about being loud.

✯ ^ Which, in terms of him being loud, you thought his initial loudness was charming. When he first met you, he was nervous asf because of how pretty you are, so he was stuttering and accidentally raising his voice and everything. Your improper words and the slang you use helped him settle in the casual conversation, as the more you two talked, the more he realized you weren't like those other people who required formalities and properness to get along with others.

✯ When the members of his gang tease him for having a girlfriend they will always use the -poyo suffix to portray the way you talk.

Shinguuji Korekiyo

✯ While he is a scholar of history and ancient culture, you tend to be more knowledgable on modern habits. His first impulse is to correct you on certain things until he realizes that, truly, you do know more than him. This little culture in Japan is extremely interesting to him. Learning is something he is grateful for. He is always motivated to expand his mind, and you help him with this, which is a reason he finds himself inspired by you (and attracted to you).

You were determined to leave your room even if you had no cause. There's a certain level of expectation you find yourself achieving, especially online. You've been inspired ('inspired' is used loosely) to share your interesting surroundings at least once a day. This fits in to Shinguuji's lifestyle. Most of the time, he wakes up early. He has this whole routine that you are more than welcome to get involved with, or interrupt. When he's done (and waiting for you to finish getting ready) the two of you head on your way to a location he's promised. He always gets pleased by your curiosity and treats it like it's the most magical thing in the world. The trip only took an hour and thirty. The silence of the train kept you on your toes, and with boredom you would glance over to him, staring at his peaceful face: eyebrows low and a hair stuck in his eyelashes. Even though it has began to be summer, there was still cold wind within transportation, it was something that you were unprepared for considering the weather reports on your phone, and so the two of you stand there as he lets you push your fingers into his sleeves. Beyond concrete borders is a world of sand and fresh-smelling water, where the sun suddenly started to peak from behind the clouds, the rays becoming the warmth you so expected. You both made your way past families and sand castles. "This place looks the same as the beaches on tv," you say, stepping closer to the water but soon back as it tries to touch your toes. "Hmm. This might just be the one on tv." Even though you feel as if you might be over-dressed for the beach, there is still an exchange of pleasantries with you and the ozone. "It is, isn't it?" With a sudden silence, the waves brings both water and ambience. Seconds pass before you decide to speak again. "Well," you smile, "let's take pictures. I can pretend to be one of those sexy actresses, what do you think?" "I think it's a lovely idea."

✯ He can take you on tours of traditional sites, even ones you've been to already. You can tweet about your experience and he will take picture of you in front of the sites and structures that welcome that behavior. He appreciates the fact that you are spreading this knowledge to people (he makes sure to proofread anything you're saying).

✯ Hairspray doesn't bother him, but what does bother him is the fact that you use the same type of eyeliner he does. How is he supposed to know which is yours and which is his?

✯ Having a conversation with his colleagues is always funny because they speak so professional, and so does he, but then you come into the conversation with your casual (and often disrespectful tone) and it catches the other party off guard.

✯ He loves it when you say resourceful things in that tone of yours, it makes his heart flutter.

✯ And he loves how magnificent your eyes look when you have that makeup on. Whether it's the type to accentuate or dramaticize, he finds it absolutely lovely. He loves unique makeup styles, he can talk all about the history of it and such.

✯ Dating a fashionista means that he has a new outlook on things like the development of modern clothing and advertisement. He notices cultural norms upon clothing styles and the ways to wear makeup and beauty products in general.

✯ Some of the things our civilization prefers are very similar to the ones he studies from hundreds of years ago, he finds.

Kaito Momota

✯ He had boldly introduced himself. He decided to stop being nervous and to just go ahead and alert you of his presence, as he is an astronaut, one of the best in the world, so logically why would you not consider meeting him a new beginning? He was fascinated by you since the start. He took time out of his day to respond to your tweets, and retweet the funny ones, making his twitter 80% you (and you noticed him, of course you did). When he walked up to you in person, you pretended not to recognize him, which very much confused him because ever since he graduated, people have been acknowledging him like they never have before. "I'm just messing you you," you had laughed behind your hand, watching his head tilt. His confused expression quickly turned into a laugh as he put his hand on his hip. "Oh man, you got me!"

Leaving it until the last minute would annoy you, and he knows that, but he always has his priorities a little scrambled. The unpleasant impression he might leave you with is the reason he is running back and forth in his room trying to find that glitter glue you lended him a few weeks ago (it's not that he forgot to give it back, he just wanted to keep it until you specifically asked for it back). You both eat together for a Valentines' Day dinner, and you notice how antsy he seems to be. You offered to let him show you things on the telescope again but he refused, saying he'd rather spend time with you here, and his gaze shifted away as he said so. You pout a bit and sink into your seat, because outside of anticipation, you don't like this behavior from him. Somehow, you both still found your way outside, the cold air chilling your nose, your faces looking up at the stars (it never gets old to him). To him, this seems as good a time as any. "I really like your lipstick today," he says, seeking a casual way in. "It's lip gloss." "Yeah, that. I really like the glitter." He sticks his hand in his pocket, warming up his fingers as well a fiddling with a paper inside. "Except for when it gets on your lips, right?" You joke, checking your nails. He laughs, trying to find a way to steer the conversation. Does he compliment you more? He wonders if that is the right move, or if you'd just think he's buttering you up (is he?). Instantaneously, he gives up. Without anymore hesitance he lets his confidence return to his body as he takes out the folded piece of construction paper and hands it over. "I made you something!" He says, the excitement in his voice a bit faux. You manage a little laugh, one that only derives from curiosity. "Oh, yeah?" You unfold it, getting a bit of the glitter on your hands, it falling on your outfit when you open it fully. His hand stays in his glitter-filled pocket. You're really pretty the text says in faulty handwriting. You still grin, looking at the drawings of flowers that cover the bottom. The grin turns into a smile, and heat begins to raise to your cheeks. So this is why he was so nervous. "This is so cute! Agepoyo!" "Thank you... I'm not very creative, aren't I?" But you are beyond his self-deprecation, instead ignoring his words and wrapping your arms around his neck. "So amazing," you whisper against his skin. "It's so amazing."

✯ He likes giving you gifts because of the cute reactions you have. He assumes that sometimes you're being overdramatic on purpose, but that doesn't stop him from getting butterflies at the compliments.

✯ He loves it when you take selfies with him, it boosts his confidence (especially when you post them). There's something about you showing him off to your audience that makes him want to hold you to his chest and keep you there forever.

✯ He feels very silly being around so much girly stuff all the time. You leave your lipglosses on tables and counters, and you have lash glue stuffed into some of his jackets pockets.

✯ He does like it when you carry around combs, though. He takes care of his hair more than anything else.

✯ Sunshine is almost nonexistant during some seasons, so the fashionable outfits you wear that go against the weather are often less insufferable when he lends you his jacket.

✯ ^ It's camp.

✯ ^ Your fans find it endearing.

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