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starstruckserenity · 9 months

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i totally adore ur works!! i luv how you write kokichi, its so good and i hope u keep up the good work ^_^

could you maybbee do kokichi with an ultimate joker s/o that is a kind of like kokichi as personality, but is much more calmer and sweeter?? could be oneshot or hcs, and i’d be very happy if u used they or he prns!!

if its going to be a oneshot u can just make them going out on a silly little icecream date or smth, have a good day and take care! >3<

ahhh, thank you so so much!! :D it's so nice to hear that you enjoy how i write him!! i decided to use a hc format for this request, so i hope that is okay! thank you sososoooo much for requesting!! <3 i hope you have an amazing day! 💕

kokichi absolutely adores how you understand his personality and sense of humor!!

he was a bit skeptical to trust you at first, as he had never met a person that acted so much like him. (mostly because he thought it was too good to be true, he just could not fathom it for the life of him)

but when he first started talking to you, he cracked a quick joke and you laughed. you didn't frown at him, you didn't walk away from him...

...you actually laughed.

you even came up with your own witty quip in response

that's when he knew he was in love with you. he clung onto you from that day forward.

the only thing that contrasts to the way you and kokichi act is the way you can keep yourself in check when you need to.

even with how silly you can get at times, you still are a kind, loving person. you also have quite a bit of self control, as you can manage to keep yourself calm and collected when you have to be.

unlike a certain purple haired boy. although he could never contribute to your cause, he respects how much of a genuinely good person you are.

oh! and kokichi definitely calls you his 'prince', or his 'partner in crime'... (although you don't really agree with the 'crime' part of the latter nickname.)

unlike how he sees most people, he sees you as an equal. usually, he doesn't hesitate to put others in their place, proclaiming them as inferior.

but not with you, no...

and he would never admit this to you personally, but he actually finds you superior to him.

he envies how you can find good things in the worst kind of people, something he would never allow himself to do. it takes a lot of strength to do something like that.

hell, you were kind enough to give him a chance. you were kind enough to let him into your life. you were kind enough to hear him out, let alone understand him.

and for this, he will be eternally grateful to you. he isn't planning on letting someone as interesting as you go anytime soon.

kokichi absolutely adores how you understand his personality and sense of humor!!

but when he first started talking to you, he cracked a quick joke and you laughed, you didn't frown at him, you didn't walk away from him...

...you actually laughed.

you even came up with your own witty quip in response

that's when he knew he was in love with you. he clung onto you from that day forward.

the only thing that contrasts to the way you and kokichi act is the way you can keep yourself in check when you need to.

even with how silly you can get at times, you still are a kind, loving person. you also have quite a bit of self control, as you can manage to keep yourself calm and collected when you have to be.

unlike a certain purple haired boy. although he could never contribute to your cause, he respects how much of a genuinely good person you are.

oh! and kokichi definitely calls you his 'prince', or his 'partner in crime'... (although you don't really agree with the 'crime' part of the latter nickname.)

unlike how he sees most people, he sees you as an equal. usually, he doesn't hesitate to put others in their place, proclaiming them as inferior.

but not with you, no...

and he would never admit this to you personally, but he actually finds you superior to him.

he envies how you can find good things in the worst kind of people, something he would never allow himself to do. it takes a lot of strength to do something like that.

hell, you were kind enough to give him a chance. you were kind enough to let him into your life. you were kind enough to hear him out, let alone understand him.

and for this, he will be eternally grateful to you. he isn't planning on letting someone as interesting as you go anytime soon.

#danganronpa x reader #kokichi x reader

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starstruckserenity · 9 months

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okay, so... this wasn't a request, but i just wanted to share a fic i posted recently on ao3! it is a bit sloppy and ooc, as i rushed through it in about an hour.

Prom was something you never saw yourself attending. Although you thought it was a huge cliche, prom was undoubtedly an evening that every high-schooler should cherish and remember. You remember thinking to yourself that it wouldn't hurt to go, especially with how it was described. Plus, you didn't have anything better to do.

But with how it was going, it was pretty clear it would just be like every other party, with you glued to a corner, desperately attempting to distract yourself.

You stuck out like a sore thumb compared to everyone else. Especially considering the fact that you had made exactly zero new friends this year, and you were well into your semester. You were too afraid to even *think* about speaking to anyone who happened to be in your classes.

You were stuck to the wall, drumming your left fingers against the surface with a seemingly alcoholic drink tucked securely in your right hand. Someone must have spiked this while the supervisors weren't looking, you mused. Honestly, you just grab the drink so you could have an excuse to look preoccupied and therefore NOT awkward. Even though you were. You were terribly, terribly nervous. Maybe getting yourself drunk wouldn't be such a bad idea.

The bustling and uncontrollable sounds of dirty shoes terrorizing the floor was almost as loud as the generic rock songs blasting from the bulky amp carelessly plugged into the corner of the gymnasium; almost as loud as the way your head was throbbing --- like a sick melody bouncing through your head, like a fast paced heartbeat jerking around in your skull…. you couldn’t shake your weary thoughts away with the way crowds of people that would push and bump against you from time to time, distressing you further with little effort.

The amount of people bouncing around made you sick as you watched them intensely. You analyzed the way they cheered as the next song played. As per usual, it was generic and poppy. God, you envied their happiness. You wished you could be this carefree. But in social outings like this, "carefree" was a word that had no meaning to you. You could never play it cool when it came to people, and even more so when it came to people your age. You could only imagine how many people were staring at you.

...Judging you. What wasn't there to judge about you? You didn't even think about wearing anything fancy. The best you could do was a sweater and some dress pants. Nothing special, nothing noteworthy. Everyone was so well adorned, you knew you could never compare.

This thought startled you, and made you forcefully turn you head to face the wall you had been standing against. You broke out into a cold sweat, wanting nothing more than to slip into your bed and sleep for the rest of the night. You heard shuffling at your side but thought nothing of it.

And with every new beat that played, your ears rang more and more. At the very least, it helped manage your racing thoughts. You sighed, slumping your head further against the cold surface. Is THIS what prom was supposed to be? How fun. It wasn't anything like the movies. You paid good money for your prom ticket. You might as well just end your suffering and head straight home.

As you turned your head around, preparing yourself to leave, you let out a sharp gasp. You caught eyes with one of your classmates, Kokichi Ouma. It was hard to NOT know who he was. He was insanely disliked schoolwide for his childish and immature mannerisms. But even with the mass hate he faced, he managed to endure it flawlessly. (Admittedly, you admired him for this fact) And at times, you even caught him retorting against those who confronted him, leaving them frustrated and defeated. You knew he wasn't someone to mess with. He was a pathological liar, he could easily break you down and spit you out. In all honesty, you feared him.

But lo and behold, he was standing right in front of your eyes, leaning against the same wall that you had previously been slumped against, eyeing you with interest. He was wearing a white suit, that seemed to be neatly ironed. To accompany his suit, he wore a long checkered tie that ran down his chest. It was uncommon for Kokichi to look so neat...

Right, it was Kokichi.

Oh, oh God. Oh GOD.

You KNEW you were going to be struck with the most foul, out-of-pocket insults you could imagine. Mercy was out of the question, as he had seen you in such a pathetic position... there was nothing you could do but just close your eyes tightly, hold your hands to your chest and brace yourself for what was to come. At least he would look good while degrading you.

...Dead silence. At least, between you two. The speakers kept persisting against the situation and music continued to blare.

You quivered, shaking in place. Kokichi stared at you, his eyes wide in a rare moment of shock. He blinked in confusion, lips pursed into a thin line.

"Uh..." He began. "What the hell are you doing?" Kokichi's lips curled into a smirk as you opened your eyes and glanced at him teary-eyed. You waited for him to say something outrageous, to pull some kind of prank on you, to hurt you in some kind of way, but nothing came.

You opened your mouth to speak and closed it again, and repeated the process once more like a fish depraved of ocean water. "What do you mean?" You responded, completely starstruck at the fact you hadn't run out of the gym in embarrassment already.

"I just came here to check on you. You were pushed up against that wall for, what? 30 minutes? I thought you were dead. Turns out you're not." Kokichi giggled to himself.

"You're Y/N, right? You're in my chemistry class. You're a loner, aren't you? I can fix that."

You nodded, playing with the ends of your hair.

Your fear turned to genuine surprise at the fact that *THE* Kokichi Ouma was concerned if YOU were alive or not. Holy fuck! For some odd reason, this revelation made your heart flutter a bit. Did he really, truly, actually *care*? Well, at the very least, you were just extremely happy he wasn't tormenting you like anyone else. You felt almost... euphoric...! Someone actually bothered to talk to you! Even if it meant you had to speak to someone as controversial as him, you didn't mind one bit!

After you were done recollecting your thoughts, you quietly spoke.

"...Thank you for being concerned. Uh, sorry for making you worry."

The music seemed to play louder. "WHAT?" Kokichi yelled.

You jumped at the sudden change in his volume, but you attempted to respond to him in the same tone.

"I SAID, THANK YOU! SORRY!" You blurted out, cringing at the sound of your own voice. You hadn't been so loud in a while. Even though it strained your voice, it was fun. You smiled a bit.

"DO YOU WANT TO DANCE?" Kokichi screamed back, being barely legible. It was almost like he completely ignored your previous remark. You cocked your head to the side, cupping your mouth.

"...WHAT?"

But before you could say another word, he swiftly took ahold of your wrist, making your grip loosen on your cup. This caused the contents to spill all across the floor, streaking into a large, wet puddle. "Kokichi, my-!" You shrieked at him in an attempt to acknowledge the mess, but he simply tossed the both of you onto the dancefloor. He turned around to look at you, grinning from ear to ear.

"C'mon, Y/N! Don't worry about that! Live a little!"

Kokichi pulled close to him and placed your hands against his chest before launching you away from him, your arms being the only thing still connected to each other. You yelped in surprise before he drew you back with both of his hands in and began spinning the two of you around. He laughed, his hair swung as the two of your bodies did the same. Your feet stumbled against one another as you tried to keep up with Kokichi's fast pace.

He stopped spinning, and quickly grabbed your waist. You sucked in a breath and looked at him before he dipped you lowly. You kicked one of your legs up as a reflex, feeling the tips of your hair touch the dirty floor. You already felt sick from the way you were twirling around before and the way your heart was pounding wildly in your chest wasn't helping your illness.

He beamed from above you, his eyebrows raised in approval as his lavender eyes pierced into yours. You blushed at your proximity. This was SO cliche. But you loved it.

"I didn't know you were a dancer!" He remarked loudly.

You gulped, a small smile made its way to your lips. "I'm not...!"

And to think that you had been scared of him... to think that you hadn't spoke to each other formally until a little while ago. Being around him for the first time made all your stress melt away. Even if you were surrounded by your fear of him, you couldn't lie and say you didn't admire the way he could be so... happy. He was the definition of "carefree", for better or for worse.

You prayed that this was real, you prayed that he wasn't being cruel and lying to you.

You prayed that this was real when the music began to slow down, when he helped you back into his chest and worked his way into awkwardly slow-dancing with you. You prayed that this was real when you two swayed together and he held you like you were lovers in a past life. You prayed that this was real when students began to slowly trickle out of the doorways when everything was said and done. You prayed that this was real when you were walking home together and he slipped his number into your hand and said;

"Let's hang out again some time, Y/N. You're fun, that's for sure."

ao3 link ; https://archiveofourown.org/works/48897379

#danganronpa x reader #kokichi x reader

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starstruckserenity · 9 months

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you're so sweet😭 so what i was thinking was a scenario where kokichi is being his usual self but he goes too far and s/o is just finally done with it. how would he react to reader leaving him for good?

ooooh~ how angsty!! now, i have never written angst without any comfort. but it does seem like such an interesting concept, so i gave it my best shot!! just a heads up, kokichi does get a little mean in this, so just a fair warning for those who might need it! thank you SO much for requesting!! i hope you have a great day!! 💞 *internal fanboying*

The day should have started out as any normal day would. You would have woken up, spruced yourself up a bit until you felt you looked --- at the very least --- decent, and waited by the door for Kokichi to bust his way through it. It was a routine, at this point, so you paid no mind to his intrusions.

But today, he hadn't even graced you with the chance to get dressed properly. It was about 5 or so in the morning, and you hadn't slept a wink due to your... situation. How could anyone be able to sleep through a literal killing game, for fucks sake? You groaned and struggled to get out of bed. Your feet dragged behind you as you wobbled your way to the bathroom sink, clutching it with both hands to support yourself.

"Hey, heyyyyy! Hellooooo!?" He yelled out as he made his way through your dorm and into the bathroom, where you had been brushing your teeth. You spat out the remnants of your toothpaste and swiveled your body around to face him. He watched as you did so, taking note of how wild your hair looked from the tossing and turning you did all night.

"Jeez, you look like shit! What, did you not get enough beauty sleep? It sure as hell looks like it." He cackled out loud, putting a finger to his lips in amusement as he watched you frown. "You look horrible. It's hilarious."

Oh. So it was one of those days.

One of the days where Kokichi would torment you for his entertainment, ratting you out for his own enjoyment. And, as of recent, these days would come along more often than not. Because of this, you couldn't lie and say that you didn't dread waking up and seeing his perfect-ly punchable face, while also collectively being bombarded with insults left and right.

It could be your the way your hair looked, the way you dressed, the way you spoke, the way you walked... Kokichi would poke fun at you for it. It seemed like Kokichi thought you were disgusting, and he was never afraid to point out that fact.

And as you walked out of your dorm room with him, he babbled on and on about nonsense. You were simply too tired to entertain his words or even listen to him. All you had in mind was making it to the dining hall so you could meet up with the others.

"Hey, asshole, are you even listening to me? I was, like, saying something suuuper important just now!" He forcefully snapped you out of your trance, waving a hand in front of your eyes. "You never listen... You're so fuckin' stupid..." You could hear him mutter under his breath as he crossed his arms and stuck out his bottom lip in a pout.

"Weeeeell, as I was saaayinggg!" He uncrossed his arms and put them behind his head as he walked. This was your cue to space out again as you pushed the dining hall doors open. Your glazed eyes trailed over the tables and people, and you spotted Shuichi reading a book, hunched over in his seat. You felt your heart skip a beat, as you actually had the possibility of having a genuine conversation. Shuichi had been someone you could trust, someone you could lean on ever since this whole... thing... had occurred. He was a friend to you. He was gentle, polite, kind-hearted...

...The exact opposite of Kokichi. And as he went away to feed himself, you jumped at the opportunity to speak to Shuichi.

As you walked over to him, he smiled curtly and gave you a little wave. "Hey, Y/n. How are you?" You grinned as he asked. You felt almost giddy that someone finally wanted to know how you were doing. You sat down in the seat closest to him, scooting forward.

"Well... I'm not doing the best right now. But I don't think any of us are..." You laid your hands down on the table.

Shuichi's smile turned a bit sour. "Ah, yeah... that's completely understandable. Do you need to talk, or anything? Um, I know it's not much, but I'm here for you..." He mumbled softly as he touched your back, attempting to reassure you.

The safety you had felt quickly cancelled out as you felt Kokichi storm behind you, quickly turning your chair around to face him with a more-than-unpleasant expression.

"...What the hell do you think you're doing? I thought you were going to follow me." Kokichi narrowed his eyes and grit his teeth as he practically spat out his words. "And why are you talking to him, of all people?" He cocked his head around slowly to glare at a frightened and confused Shuichi, who awkwardly adverted his gaze from the two of you. Kokichi looked almost disheveled as he leaned in front of you.

"Saihara. This bitch is mine." He trailed a finger slowly from your cheek to your neck. Your mind turned hazy. "No one could ever want them, apart from me." He cracked a grin. You felt your heart breaking down. "You're stuck with me. Nobody could ever treat you as well as I do."

...What? What?

You erupted up from your seat and grabbed him by the scarf. Your mind was racing and it felt like you were on fire. Your body was hot. You were so, so fucking pissed and so, SO fucking done.

"You think you're treating me "well"?! You can't be serious. I've never felt so HATED by someone in my life! I don't even know why I EVER thought it would be a good idea to love you. I...I don't know why I even wasted my time, attempting to reason with you! You're hopeless, so goddamn hopeless!" Your grip on him tightened as you shook with rage. Your eyes were blown wide as tears dripped down your cheeks and your knees felt heavy as you pressed yourself against him. It would have been a romantic gesture if you were dealing with someone, anyone else.

"And you know what? I'm done." Your voice broke released him and watched him fall to the cold ground. His expression was absolutely unreadable. You looked at Shuichi one last time, who was frozen in shock, as you stepped away from the scene. Ouma lifted his head and stared ahead as you raced out of the door.

He just let you. He watched you move away from him, he let you break apart. His heart throbbed in his chest as his nails scraped against the floor. He knew in the back of his mind he was hopeless, and he got lost in the rush of faking the words he said to you. He knew this was all his fault. It was, in the only way he could describe it, inevitable.

As Shuichi chased after you, Kokichi stayed down. And he wouldn't get back up on his feet for a long, long time.

#danganronpa x reader #kokichi x reader

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starstruckserenity · 9 months

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hey!! just wanted to ask before i request, are you comfortable writing angst with no comfort?

hi!! first of all, I LOVE YOUR FICS SO MUCH AHHHH!! but, to answer your question, yes! i am comfortable with these kinds of requests. although i have not written something with this particular plot before, i am more than willing to try it out!! thank you for asking! 💕

#danganronpa x reader #kokichi x reader

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starstruckserenity · 9 months

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hello! i wanted to request kokichi with a reader that can’t express their emotions really well, and if they’re upset they don’t show it and just express it by fidgeting? like just plays with their hand a lot once they’re starting to get upset. ^_^

tysm!! and i luv your works 💓

hello!!! i am back, everybody!! once again, i apologize for the long inactivity! i was on a road trip for a good few weeks, and thus i was not physically able to write for a good chunk of time. so i am sorry if this is sloppily written, i simply just wanted to get something out there for you all to enjoy!! slowly but surely, i am hoping to write more polished fics in the near future! thank you for the request and the kind words!! 💓

kokichi was aware of your social situation.

it was kind of hard to miss with the way you stood to the side at any sort of gathering, the way your lips were curtly sealed more often than not, and more obviously, the way you fumbled with your hands whenever you were faced with a task that was out of your comfort zone.

he found it a bit odd, being the complete opposite of you. he was loud, obnoxious, outgoing, and the wasn't afraid to put himself out there (so it seemed). because of this, he personally challenged himself to befriend you and get you to open up to him.

and he was 100% set on doing so. he swore to himself he wouldn't sleep until he made himself known to you.

and with that, the wild-headed purple haired boy you paid no mind to forced his way into your life, bombarding his way into your so-called personal bubble

at first glance, you found him extremely weird, and you barely managed to stutter out a response when he suddenly jumped in front of you, swarming you with words and gestures you could barely make out with how fast his lips were moving. you blinked and attempted to speak back to him, as he smiled.

you mustered enough courage to give him a crooked smile in return as you played with your forefingers.

you spent the day getting to know each other more, and kokichi tried to tone his excitement down... he feared he would scare you away too soon

in all honesty, he found you *very* attractive. your mysterious aura gave him new things to discover. he yearned to learn more about you.

and, to kokichi's happiness, you found yourself trusting him more after each passing day.

whenever you were with him, you could speak your mind with almost zero effort, and you were too immersed in the conversations you held with kokichi to even think about being nervous. you felt free, a feeling you had not felt in ages... as did he.

when he was with you, he could just be himself. he didn't have to lie, and he definitely wasn't bothered by your presence like he was with anyone else. he wanted to be nice to you, which was practically unheard of on kokichi's standards. he wanted to protect you.

so, whenever your feelings were at stake, or when someone tested the waters of insulting or overwhelming you, kokichi would be right by your side, ready to pull you into another room to calm you both down. (but not before spitting some inappropriate remarks to whoever started the scene)

and when your body began to shake, or when your quivering fingers picked at your already bloody cuticles, he would hold your knuckles to his lips, whispering comforting affirmations against them.

#danganronpa x reader #kokichi x reader

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starstruckserenity · 11 months

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reverse comfort with s/o who’s a soft hugger that tries to cheer kokichi up by using his interests? ex. gaming

hi everyone!! i am so, SO sorry for the inactivity. i haven't been doing too well mentally as of late, and motivation is very hard to come by. thank you for the request, and thank you for being patient! ❤

"Y/N?" Kokichi called your name from the exterior of your door.

You had been relaxing on your couch, deciding to spend a few hours by yourself. Being able to forget about the horrors of the killing game for a while was a nice change of pace. Soon, your eyesight grew hazy. You were slowly falling into a quiet slumber, ready to embrace the euphoric feeling of a 6-hour nap...

Ouma knocked on your door rapidly, panicking to himself. He felt as though he didn't quite catch your attention, the attention he needed so desperately.

This immediately disturbed your sleep. You looked up and let out an overexaggerated sigh before getting up and opening the door.

There he was. Ouma stood there silently, staring at you with cold, hopeless eyes, his mouth drawn into a straight line. He was tracing your doorframe with his left fingertips, and fidgeting with the end of his coat with his right hand.

"Hey. I really need someone to talk to. I need you. Let me in... please." He mumbled out quickly. He looked down and let his purple locks fall over his face. He looked almost shameful. You were fairly surprised, you had never seen him so quiet, so lost for words... You were partly expecting that this was some kind of joke.

"God, Kokichi, I've never seen you this stressed. If you're just using me for the empathy I have for you, I'm gonna be pissed." You joked, cocking your head to the side.

Kokichi grimaced, his frown piercing through your heart and mind. You blinked. "Shut up. Just let me inside."

You just looked at him for a moment before ushering him inside your room, guiding him with a gentle hand.

As soon as you both got inside, he threw his arms around you and collapsed onto you without any warning. You yelped, falling back onto the sofa you were once casually resting in.

"Kokichi, seriously... What's wrong?" You half-yelled, before shutting yourself up as you felt his hair tickle your collarbone.

"You can talk to me." You whispered in a hushed tone, subtly wrapping your arms around him as you heard him sniffle into your chest.

"I hate this. I hate this, Y/N. I really do. I have to get outta here. I have to get out before they do something to me, before they kill me, I have to---" He was silenced when you started mindlessly drawing shapes onto his forearms. He watched you, melting into your embrace. He shuddered a bit at the sensation of your fingers on his skin, loving every second of it.

"It'll be fine, Kokichi. You'll make it, I'm sure of it. ...And, I mean, if it means anything, I can try my best to protect you. I care for you a lot." You caressed his hair, sliding your fingers through his thick strands. "I'm here for you, always."

He lifted his head up slowly, glancing up at you with shiny eyes and a weepy nose.

"Do you really mean that?" He blubbered out, gripping onto your shoulders tightly.

You kissed his tears away. "I do. And if anything were to come in between us, I'd do anything in my power to shut them up." You mused, attempting to peak his interest.

"Wowww~ you'd really do that...? For me?" He began to giggle and kick his feet slightly. "That's real cute of you, Y/N." He twirled his hair playfully before grinning lightly.

It seemed like he was back to his normal, goofy self. But you wanted to make sure he was completely, undoubtedly, 100% okay.

You looked down at him. "How about we go outside, yeah? It's nice out." You pointed to your dimly-lit window that was secluded by shades. You continued, "I'm sure we could find someone to mess with..."

"...You know me so well. I'd love to~!" He popped up from your chest to get a better view of you. Finally, you were able to get a good look at him. This was the first time you've seen Kokichi's smile in the past few hours. You couldn't lie and say that you didn't miss it.

You leaned down, kissed him, and smothered him between your chest one last time. After a few moments, you found each other stepping towards the door, hand in hand.

But before you could let the door close behind the two of you, you heard him whisper a quiet, "Thank you, I love you."

#kokichi x reader #danganronpa x reader

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starstruckserenity · 1 year

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hii! so i have a funny little request

you know how you see those videos of guys asking someone out to prom in really funny/creative ways? i would like to see that with kokichi :) (i hope i explained this well)

ooooh, what a fun idea! thank you so much for requesting!! i decided to write this in a sort of headcanon-like format. i hope that is okay! <3

i'm also so sorry that this is so short! ;;

prom night was something you had been awaiting for longer than you remembered, and it was getting dangerously close

you always dreamed that you would have an attractive date, and that you would walk through the doors in a magnificent outfit that would surely make every person you strutted past stop and stare

but, to your dismay, no one had asked you out yet. what were you supposed to do? you had told your friends you were going to ask your long-time crush, kokichi, to attend prom with you. but you chickened out at the last moment, and you had begun to lose all hope in impressing your friends with an above-average partner to take to the dance

as you shoved your face into your pillow, whining at your loneliness, you barely heard the commotion that was taking place in your backyard

you snapped out of your sadness when you heard a huge crash that was impossible to ignore

you screamed, got out of your bed, and quickly ran to your window to see what happened

you were expecting some kind of crazy murderer to be in your lawn, plotting to take your life, but what you didn't expect was to see kokichi, adorning a suit and tie

just standing there

behind the horrifying sight of about a hundred candles that were burning brightly, precisely formed into the words "prom?"

you screamed once again as you ran outside, fire extinguisher clutched in your hands

you didn't have time to think before spraying kokichi with the thick, foamy liquid

luckily, you put out the flames. but sadly, you ruined his suit

you began spewing out apologies before realizing how much danger he put himself and you in

you scolded him for a good few minutes as he simply stood there smugly, wiping his face with the back of his hand

"You never answered my question."

he said, staring expectantly at you

he may be chaotic, but he was still your crush. you loved him, craziness and all. how could you not accept his offer?

#kokichi x reader #danganronpa x reader

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starstruckserenity · 1 year

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hello! i’d like to request an imagines of kokichi x reader that has quiet bpd. sorry if this costs you research on the bpd subtype, i was just really curious on this dynamic. you can either make them platonic, romantic or a little bit of both! idm ^_^

btw, your blog looks really cool! definitely interested in seeing more of your writing. /gen

hello!! ^^ thank you so much for your request. this request in particular stood out to me, as i can relate to what you may be going through. i truly hope you are feeling okay. you are VERY loved and very very important. you may not know me, but i love you. /p please remember that you are worthy of care.

thank you so much, again!! you really are so, so sweet <3

general trigger warning ; implications of suicide and s/h, deprecating thoughts and actions

*if you are triggered by any of these topics, please refrain from reading this! if you are comfortable enough, you may read under the cut. thank you! please take care of yourself!*

Kokichi tried to convince himself he didn't care about anything or anyone, forcing himself to laugh at others' misfortune. He practically blocked every important person in his life out, discarding them like needless waste. He was utterly selfish. He made himself believe no one deserved his precious time, much less his pity.

But how could he ignore you when you were struggling so much? When it was so blatantly obvious that you needed someone, anyone?

Ouma had always kept an eye on you from afar. He hated the feeling of utter worry you evoked into him. You two had barely exchanged any complete sentences to each other, your conversations merely consisted of Kokichi greeting you in the halls. You considered him to be a casual acquaintance. To all of your classmates, you seemed like any normal person. Sure, you were a bit shy, but isn't everyone a bit quiet from time to time? But Kokichi could see right through you.

There was something about you that made him feel the need to watch you. When you were alone, you were constantly nervous, constantly quiet, constantly deep in thought. He had this weird sort of mental complexity that made him feel he had the duty of protecting you.

It was a quiet morning, and you were sitting by yourself in the courtyard. It was cold, and you were sure no one was awake yet. You enjoyed the quiet, but in all honesty, you wish you weren't alone. You desperately wished you could speak to others, but when given the chance, you instantly backed out. This was such a common experience to you, that with every new person you meet, you instantly expect the worst to happen. You braced yourself for the most horrible outcomes possible.

You felt as though you didn't deserve someone to hold onto, they would just leave you in the end. They all did. As much as you wanted someone to talk to, you couldn't risk getting hurt again. You were sensitive. You didn't know what you would do if you got hurt again. Your heart has been ripped apart over and over and over and over again. All that is left is a painful, lump of muscle that ached and throbbed in your chest. The only thing you could feel was the slow, gentle beating that ricocheted from your chest and throughout your body.

Why did you have to feel like this, anyway? Why can't you just be normal? Happy? At the very least, why couldn't you be okay? Did you do something to deserve this?

Yes, of course you did. You deserved to feel this way. You obviously did something to disturb the peace of the world with your mere presence. You were a burden to every single individual you came into contact with. You couldn't handle the guilt anymore. You couldn't handle the pain you had to endure with every breath you took. You had to do something, and quick. You should just go to your room and do what you've done so many times before. Fuck. You should just end it all, no one would miss you anyway---

You suddenly felt the weight of someone sitting beside you. You panicked, struggling to wipe the fresh tears dripping down the sides of your face. You attempted to compose yourself, slowly lifting your head up to see who you were dealing with.

"You look rough." Kokichi muttered.

You tried your best to not let his snide remark hurt you, so you just stared at him with a bewildered expression painted across your face. He had never really talked to you beforehand, so why? Why was he here now? ...Was it fate? Oh god, is he going to make fun of you? Another tear slipped and made its way down your cheek, the fear of being tormented was contaminating your thoughts. You wanted to run, but you were stuck to the bench.

"I'm... so sorry that you have to see me like this." Was all you could stutter out. It took all of your willpower to not burst into tears again.

Kokichi's expression softened. "Hey, hey. It's alright. I'm not gonna hurt you, or anything."

Was he lying? He had to be. As much as you liked him, you knew he was a liar. You gazed at him intently, looking for any signs of insincerity but was left with a blank stare. So he really was being truthful, huh...?

"...Since I'm already here, you might as well tell me."

"Huh?" You questioned.

"Tell me... how you're feeling. I guess." He said, shifting uncomfortably. He knew he probably sounded so fucking stupid right now, mentally cursing at the fact he absolutely embarrassed himself in front of a person he liked.

"I'm fine." You said through clenched teeth, your heart beating quickly. You shook in surprise at the amount of attention he was giving you.

"Come on, don't be silly. I know you're not okay. Uh, even though we might not... know each other very well... yet... I'm willing to listen to you. So don't waste this opportunity, alright? It's one you may never get to experience again." He joked around, trying to be careful with his choice of words.

And after he spoke those words, you caved in. You did something you haven't done in so long. Something so terribly selfish in your eyes. But you were so desperate. You confided in him. You let out all of your thoughts, spilling your feelings onto him like a running faucet that refused to stop.

You got so lost in your passionate ramble, screaming broken sentences and profanities into the palms of your hands. And he just sat there and listened. He listened until you were still, until your tears dried and left wet patches across your face and clothing.

Once he knew you were calm, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in close.

"I'll be here for you from now on," He whispered in your ear before slowly helping you out of your seat. "Don't worry."

And so, you began talking to Kokichi every day. Since he was already aware of your situation, he decided to take the time to inform himself on ways to provide a helping hand whenever you suffered through a breakdown or anything of the sort. Your friendship grew stronger with every conversation you had.

If you were feeling angry, he let you ride out the anger until you felt satisfied and helped you work through the conflict as a pair. If you were feeling shameful or unusually quiet, he would implore you gently into telling him how you feel, so that he could reassure you that you hadn't done anything wrong and that everything you were feeling was totally valid. If you felt vulnerable, he would be there to hold you for as long as you needed.

He constantly made sure to tell you that you were more than enough. And when he finally, finally confessed his love for you after, he promised that he would never leave your side. And it is a promise he is more than willing to keep.

#danganronpa x reader #kokichi x reader

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starstruckserenity · 1 year

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Heya! Hope you're having a good day and taking care of yourself!

I'm a fellow kokichi lover (bros just so silly), so I was wondering if I could request a kokichi x ultimate Demolitionist (bomb-user/maker!) oneshot where the two are a chaotic, mutually pining duo?

All good if not, and make sure to drink some water, 'kay?

Have a great day my guy!!

ahhh! thank you so so much for your kind words! :) this is such a unique idea, and on top of that, it is my first request!! i am so so sorry if this is a bit late (testing has been kicking my ass currently), so i apologize for that...! i hope you are having an amazing day! <3

oneshot will be under the cut! :)

You have always had an odd fascination with bombs. The smoothness of the outer shell enticed you, and the tiny spark of light when you lit the object thrilled you to no end. Some people thought of it as a... strange interest, especially the classmates you were practically forced to surround yourself with. Bombs combined with a killing game don't usually tend to be known as the perfect pair, and you knew this.

But in a way, it was entertaining to poke fun at unsuspecting individuals who were simply genuinely curious about your ultimate. Most were shocked, some found it to be terrifying, but one boy thought it was utterly and completely bad ass.

As you were just finishing up with your current project, a certain purple-haired someone bursted joyfully through the doors of your dormitory.

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!!!" A high pitched, whiny voice was approaching you at a face pace. You perked up, setting your pieces down and sighing playfully.

You didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. You swerved yourself around and were face-to-face with Kokichi Ouma, your newly found friend that you had become acquaintances with due to your chaotic and fun-loving behavior.

You two had hit it off ever since you had informed everyone about your talent. Ouma was absolutely starstruck with the amount of confidence you had. He was sure you knew that obtaining the title as "ultimate Demolitionist" was one that would make the average people around you cower in fear, but you announced it so effortlessly that it drew him to you.

You couldn't lie and say that you weren't drawn to him, either. You related to him. He was one of the only people to match your energy, and actually embrace it. It almost seemed like you were perfect for each other.

Snapping yourself back into reality, you stared at him.

"Hey, 'Kichi. What's up?" You smirked.

He stifled a laugh. "...You know what I want, Y/N."

You blinked a bit, pondering to yourself. You mentally sifted through the thousands of favors he wanted from you, and found yourself remembering what he had asked of you.

Thinking back to a few days ago, you recalled his whining.

"Come onnnn, Y/N! This is really important, y'know? Shuichi has been acting like a total asshole to me. I think he needs a good punishment." You had never guessed Ouma would pull of such good puppy-dog-eyes, but here you were, losing yourself in the color of his big, violet hues.

You deadpanned. "Kokichi, I am not making you a stink bomb to use on *him*. Shuichi is actually a good guy to me."

Kokichi whimpered, "Well, Y/N, I'm doing him a favor. His room would smell better with a new fragrance. He's basically asking for it, I can smell his cologne from across the hall!" You rolled your eyes, thinking of a compromise.

"Okay, how about this. You and me can go throw some stink bombs at Kiibo and Miu once we get the chance. It'll take a couple days for me to make it, but Miu has been way more irritating than usual."

Whooping in celebration, Kokichi sprang into you and embraced you tightly.

"Thank you, Y/N! Thank you, thank you! I promise, it'll be so much fun~!" He giggled into your chest.

You stood there in shock, your mind racing. You slowly regained your consciousness and squeezed him back in an uncommon moment of shyness.

"You're lucky that I'm your friend." You commented before reluctantly pulling away.

You turned back to your desk and pulled something out of the drawer closest to you. Kokichi clapped his hands cheerfully when he realized you actually made what he had requested.

In your hand was a tiny capsule that could release an unbearable stink when thrown from a distance. Ouma's eyes widened when he saw it, shaking in excitement. He snatched it out of your palm and ran towards the door, pulling you behind him.

"Ah, I can't wait anymore! Let's go, let's go!" He laughed while racing towards Miu's lab.

The rest of your afternoon was spent hiding in the bushes together, cackling at the reactions of the disgusted Miu and the gracefully unphased Kiibo. You were having so much fun that you didn't even notice Ouma glancing at your features from time to time, smiling to himself as you two relished in the moment.

#danganronpa x reader #kokichi x reader

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