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Sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ Sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ (Dɪɴ Dᴊᴀʀɪɴ)

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Din Djarin × Male/GN Reader.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 4,8 k.

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: One week is what took him to gather the bravery to go and talk to you again. You didn't expect him to appear in your home out of the blue like that, much less if it wasn't to apologize for what he had done.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: spoilers for the mandalorian, angst (i guess), descriptions of pretty violent scenes, reader is mad at din and din is mad at reader, mentions of getting people killed, lots of arguments, fluff, teasy flirting, brief mentions of smut (if you squint), no physical descriptions of reader, no use of Y/N (reader is referred to as Lost). (lmk if i missed any).

𝔸/ℕ: STOP RIGHT THERE. this is the third part of a series, so if you havent read them go do it right now! ahem, i took my time with this one, didnt i? hope you enjoy it, i dont like it a lot but i couldnt find the way to make it better, also wanted to give this thing an ending. well, idk if this is the ending for real or if ill make a fourth part (itd be a short drabble anyway), ill tell you more when i know lmao. until then, i hope you enjoy this one <3

𝕡𝕥 𝕚 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣

𝕡𝕥 𝕚𝕚 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤

𝕡𝕥 𝕚𝕚𝕚 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

One week.

That is how long it took him to gather the bravery to go and talk to you again.

Truth be told, he wasn't even going to your place to apologize, or even to really talk to you. He was going back in search of your services. And he knew you would be mad at him, but to be honest, all he wanted at that very moment was to be a Mandalorian again.

"What troubles your thoughts this time, Din Djarin?", the voice of the Armorer resounded in the cave, her head not turned to look at the man, but focused on the hot beskar on her hands.

"I have removed my helmet. Voluntarily", he said bluntly. Only then did the Armorer turn to look at him.

"Again?", she sounded mad. But she just turned back to the piece of beskar, putting it into a bucket of water. "Then you already know, that makes you a Mandalorian no more".

"Yes", Din bent his head down. "I will beg for your forgiveness once more".

"Then, according to the Creed, you may only be redeemed in the Living Waters beneath the mines", she turned to look at him again. Din took a deep breath before nodding at her.

"This is the way", he said before practically running out of the cave and to the Razor Crest.

"This is the way", said the Armorer, more to herself than to the now gone Mandalorian-no-more.

Two days after that, he was back in Nevarro, with Grogu by his side as he stood at your door. He didn't know how to ask you a favor after the last time you saw each other. He did know he didn't have the right to do it after that, but he still hoped you would take care of his kid one last time. After almost dying in the mines and having taken Grogu with him, he didn't trust himself to take the child on a mission like that again.

So he pushed his pride aside and knocked at your door.

It took you every ounce of strength in your body to dry your tears and get up from your couch. You shouted at the door to make whoever was at the other side know that you were coming. And when you finally opened, it only made you want to go back inside and curl up in your couch to keep crying until you had no more tears left in you.

"What do you want?", you said with stern tone, nose crinkled and a deep frown on your eyebrows, all mixed in the most disgusted expression you could give him.

"I need you to take care of him", he looked down at Grogu. You swallowed, suddenly self-conscious of the way you had talked to his father.

"Didn't I say I didn't want to take care of him anymore?", you got on one knee, despite your words, and stroked the little one's head with a soft smile.

"You sure look like you don't", he said sarcastically. You looked up at him with your disgusted expression. "It doesn't matter. I'm going somewhere dangerous and I need him out of it".

"There's no one else?", you got up to look him straight in the eye —or as much in the eye as his helmet let you look into. "For real? Am I the only damned babysitter in all of Nevarro?".

"The only one I trust that is not busy", his hands went to his hips. "Look, I put my pride aside to come ask you this, can you do the same? This is not about me, it's about him and his safety", he pointed to Grogu again. "I don't want him to die in the place I'm going to", he took a deep breath. "So, please".

You looked back down at the kid, who was now lifting and moving his hands in hopes you would take him in your arms. Then you looked back at Din —you guessed he would have a pleading expression right now, though you couldn't see.

"How long will you be gone?".

"Two days, tops... If I make it", he muttered the last part.

You took Grogu in your arms, just like he was seeming to ask, and gave Din a stern look.

"Two days", you looked at the child to make sure he was comfortable in your arms. "Don't wanna have him making more messes than necessary".

"No, sure", he almost chuckled, relieved that you had accepted to take care of his kid. "Thanks", he cleared his throat. "I'll be here to get him as soon as I'm done".

"You. Better. If not, I'll go to whoever in town and leave him with them".

That made Din's heart jump scared. But he knew you wouldn't do that. Not to a kid. Not to Grogu. Or at least he hoped you wouldn't.

"Alright", he nodded and stepped away from your door, leaving you with his adoptive son. "Good luck", he turned around and walked to his ship. You got inside your house and closed the door.

It took you less than one hour to start feeling uneasy. You had heard him well: he was going somewhere dangerous, and would take two days tops if he made it. That couldn't mean anything good. And the worst part was that you were worried.

You sat beside Grogu on your couch. Somehow, you had managed to keep him distracted with a bowl that he had somehow not shattered into pieces yet. You caught the small ceramic mid-air and looked straight into the child's eyes.

"Here we go again", you whispered to yourself, crossing your legs, facing him. "Hey, little fella", you gave him the most sincere smile you could pull off. "Do you happen to, you know, by any casual... know where your dad went?".

Immediately after asking him, you regretted your words. You knew it was pointless. He didn't understand you and you couldn't get to him with words —the night you had spent with him a week before had proved that. But you couldn't give up. Not knowing that Din was risking himself so stupidly —you didn't even know what he was going to do, wherever he was going, but you knew it would probably be some dumb Mandalorian thing.

You tried your best to try and ask Grogu about his father's whereabouts in a nice way. And it took you some time, but you finally managed to make him understand what you were trying to say.

"Your...", you pointed at the kid. "Dad...", you drew a round, helmet-like shape around your head with your hands. "Where?", you pointed out all around yourself, then shrugged. Grogu looked at you and smiled with a squeal. Then he grabbed the insides of his robe and pushed them aside to open it, leaving a metallic piece be seen under it. You immediately recognized the animal engraved on it.

What the hell did you get yourself into, Din?

"You are one amazing kid, little guy", you grabbed Grogu in your hands and took him with you as you grabbed a small bag and ran to town.

It took you a while to figure out how to make Grogu fit on your ship, since it was thought to fit one passenger only —and it was a bit of a mess, to be honest. It made you ask yourself how you were going to make Din fit in there once you got him back. More so, it made you hope that his own ship hadn't gotten damaged. Then maybe you could get on yours and let him and his child go on their own way, and continue to be mad at Din after he was over that stupidity of his.

When you finally got the two of you to fit alright in your ship, you headed to Mandalore.

The entire way you spent it talking to yourself, sometimes looking at Grogu to see if he was listening or minding his own business —also making sure he wasn't making anything float or turning the ship more into a mess than it already was. Most of your talk was just cursing Din and asking yourself why the hell were you doing that, after how he ha treated you.

"Maybe I want an excuse to keep being mad at him. You know, I wouldn't want him to die right when I'm having a thousand thoughts of how he was an idiot to me. Damn, I don't wanna feel bad if he dies when I'm still mad at him! I don't want that thought tormenting me everyday, let's be honest", you looked back at Grogu. "Am I right?", you gave him a forced smile. He just stared at you with his usual expression. You let out a heavy sigh and went back to piloting. "Or maybe I'm just being paranoid. That womp rat couldn't stay in one place, no, he has to go and do something stupid. And of course, it's Lost who has to go save him", another sigh. "Why do I even bother?", you whispered to yourself. "He'll probably give me another one of his Mandalorian crappy faces and walk away without even saying thank you".

You kept going back and forth about it for the entire way. Until you got tired of hearing your own voice and proceeded to just think, also trying to not force Grogu to throw something at your head to make you shut up.

After some hours, you made it to Mandalore. At first sight, it looked like a messed up planet, grey, sad. Then you saw some ships going in and out, and it made you think it wasn't that bad. But then you also remembered how Din had said he was going somewhere dangerous and your thoughts were taking aback.

Focus, Lost, you shook your head.

You tried to keep a low profile as you approached the planet, avoiding areas where you saw many people. You flew low as well to try to stay out of any possible radars. The last thing you needed was to come across some Mandalorians and have them shoot you and keep you from going after Din. All those hours in light speed would not be for nothing.

You noticed your own communications system starting to fail. At first, you tried hitting the computers in hopes it was just static or interference given the stormy atmosphere you had just flown through, but you gave up when they didn't show any signs of having been fixed.

A squeal from the back of the ship made you turn your head in a sudden movement. You saw Grogu's eyes half closed and one of his hands extended out, as if wanting to touch something.

Here we are, you thought.

You drove the ship to the nearest secure area you could find, leaving it behind some huge spiky, glass-like stones. You looked around to make sure no one would see you or the ship in that position. Then you saw what you guessed was Din's ship not too far away from your spot. A heavy sigh left your mouth.

You looked back at Grogu, who was now looking at you with curiosity. He let out a squeal and shook his head. You sighed again.

"I know, little one", you looked around once more. "Doesn't look great, does it?", you said more to yourself than to him. "But you know this place, right? You've been here before?".

Grogu nodded, his face now showing worry. You took him in your arms and wrapped a blanket around both yours and his body to secure him against your torso. After making sure he wouldn't fall, you got out of the ship.

The child showed you to the entrance to a cave. You looked back at your ship and Din's one last time before walking inside.

You were left speechless at the sight of a city below you. Grogu didn't take long to put you out of your astonishment and point down to a dark abyss. You felt the energy immediately leave your body as you saw there was no way you could go down without bruising your hands. So, you went back to the ship, grabbed some knives and a rope and went back into the cave, not entirely ready to go all that way down.

You were tempted to lay down —despite the water beneath your feet— to take a break and tend to the cuts in your hands, but the strength Grogu was gripping your shirt with made your heart thump in fear.

You had taken him with you to a place that couldn't be good, and you were going to make sure he was making it home safe.

You kept walking in the direction the kid pointed to. The unsteadiness went back to your body when you looked down and saw pieces of droids and fallen ships on the ground. You grasped your knifes and unsecured your blaster.

Soon enough, you heard metallic noises and groans in the distance. You squeezed Grogu against your chest and started running towards the fuss.

A shot came out of your blaster as soon as you saw Din fighting a group of beings you had never seen before. Each of them four, green-eyed things were looking straight at you, and there were more than you were able to count when all of them came running in your direction. Another shot prevented a couple of them to strike you down as you tried to fight against what were left of them with your hand that wasn't grabbing Grogu.

"Are you out of your mind?", Din shouted, shooting his blaster towards another four-eyed thing. "Why did you bring him?".

"Could you shut up for a moment?", you yelled back as your knife pierced through the throat of one of them beings about to streak a hit to Din's head. "I'm trying not to get him killed!".

"You couldn't have thought about that before bringing him here?".

The conversation was interrupted by a loud clang, followed by a robot-like huge spider. You had no time to react as one of the smaller beings came at you before the bigger one's leg pierced through it and pinned it to the floor. Almost immediately, you grabbed Din's arm and ran away, your other hand keeping Grogu safe in his blanket.

"Hold on tight".

With no warning, Din grabbed you by the waist and pulled you flush against his body, then his jetpack shot the three of you up and back to the entrance to the cave. Then, you did lay down to take a break. Din sat next to you, not before taking Greg from the blanket you had put him in. He took a second to check on his kid, who smiled and squealed at him. Then, he spoke again.

"You shouldn't have come".

His words made you huff with sarcasm.

"And let you die down there? Because that's what it looks like you were doing, honestly", you sat upright. "And he was the only one who knew where you had gone, so...", you gave him an ironic smile. "You're welcome, and all".

"Thanks to you, I didn't get to where I was going".

You turned to see him with a deep frown.

"Does it even matter? You really wanna go back down there?", you let out an exasperated sigh. "You almost got killed, Din", you got up. "Does your Mandalorian dignity mean more to you than your son?".

He didn't say a word. He knew you were right. But he wouldn't leave the mines having almost lost his life without what he had gone there to get.

"Thank you for helping me, I'll take care from here", he turned around, ready to go back down.

"Wait, you're seriously doing it? Didn't you hear a word of what I just said?", you stepped in front of him. "I just came here to help you not get killed. I came with your child, who almost gets killed! And I told you your Mandalorian bullshit can't be more important than him, and you're still going back? With him?".

"This is my business", he replied with a stern voice. "I appreciate you came to help me, but I'm here for a reason and I'm not leaving—".

"Yes, you are", you crossed your arms. Your heart was pounding, and your patience was running out. "I'm not letting you go back down there. Or at least not without knowing what are you so determined to get you and your child killed for".

Din let out a heavy sigh, almost as if meaning to say how come you couldn't understand something as simple as the situation he was going through.

"I removed my helmet", was the only thing that came out of his mouth. "A Mandalorian never removes their helmet".

"Seriously?", you turned around for a second, laughing in disbelief. "As if kicking me out of your house after a whole day together wasn't enough, you're disappointed in yourself for failing to be Mandalorian enough!", you turned back to look at him. This time, though, instead of a smile you had an exasperated frown on your face. "And it was worth your own life?".

"I've been a Mandalorian my entire life. It's the only thing that keeps me going".

"What?", your frown deepened. "Are you talking seriously?", another huff let your lips. "I can't believe you came all the way to this planet, all the way down that death path, willing to leave your own son by himself with the excuse of being a good Mandalorian again because it's the only thing you have", you said the last part trying to mimic Din's voice. "There is absolutely no way you're so damn narcissistic and stupid to let yourself be blinded by what, the fact that someone else saw your face? And you forget about him completely?", you sighed. "You know what, I'm done trying to understand you", you walked towards him and leaned down to scratch Grogu's head. "Sorry I dragged you here, little fella", you smiled at him. "Hope I'll see you again sometime. Good luck out there".

And like that, you walked away from them and back to your ship. You did hope to see Grogu again sometime, though not his father.

You really hoped you would never have to deal with his Mandalorian bullshit ever again.

"No! Don't touch that!".

You ran towards one of three little twi'lek babies in your hut, who was about to put a knife inside his belly button. Right before he did, you reached the knife and slapped it away, taking the kid in your arms along with the one you already had.

A knock at your door made your heart skip a bit at the suddenness of it. You turned around, only to see the third baby somehow opening the door, her tiny hands holding onto the knob. You ran towards her and took her in your arms as well. You didn't get to turn back around before you saw the man standing at the other side of the door.

"Ugh, not you!", you shouted at Din. One of the small twi'leks got away from your grasp and crawled back to where he was before, probably to search for the knife again. "Do you want something?", you tried to make yourself be heard over the noise of the little baby girl crying in your arms.

"Err, I can wait", he said, then leaned against the doorframe. "Uhh, should I help?", he asked at the sight of you running to one of the children, the girl escaping from your arms as well.

"Is that a serious question?", you ran towards her. Din sighed and closed the door before joining you.

He helped you deal with the kids way better than you were doing on your own. You could see all the time of practice he'd had with Grogu be put to good use. It was almost as if he was effortlessly making them laugh and calming them down whenever you had too much of a problem. Every time he did, you looked at him with a mix of anger and admiration. Not even a cicle had gone by and it had been enough to make you forget how much you despised him.

Almost by nighttime, the three twi'lek babies were asleep and taken away by their parents. You and Din were left alone, exhausted, sitting on your couch. You didn't even have the energy to tell him to screw off until you had closed your eyes for a couple minutes. Then, you spoke to him.

"Where's Grogu?", you opened your eyes and tried not to look at him.

"I left it with a friend of mine, in another planet".

You immediately turned your head to look at him.

"What?!", you almost screamed. Din chuckled at your reaction.

"Don't be mad, we've been traveling for a long time and it was on my way here, so...", he shrugged. "I had to come talk to you alone".

You sat up straight, your arms crossed in your chest. You scanned him upside down for a moment before leaning on the backrest.

"Alright. Talk", you tried to keep a straight face. Din cleared his throat.

"I didn't go to the Living Waters", was the only thing he said.

"Uh, sorry, the what?".

"It's where... Well, the place I was going when I went to Mandalore", he swallowed. "It's where us Mandalorians go for redemption when we take our helmets off. Voluntarily", he sighed, then took a deep breath. "I didn't go, after you left".

Your mouth opened in a reflex action, but you stopped to think for a moment and process his words.

"You didn't?", was the only thing you managed to say.

"I didn't", he huffed, almost with a smile. "I was tempted but I didn't go".

"Why?".

"Well... You were right", he cleared his throat. "I thought about what you said, and I realized that you were right. I was... actually embarrassed that I was willing to leave Grogu alone just to earn back the right to call myself a Mandalorian", he let out a heavy sigh. You could almost feel how uncomfortable he felt telling you about his feelings, his mistakes. "And it is pretty stupid, because I wasn't doing it for that to be able to produce call myself a Mandalorian. I was doing it more to... free myself. From my feelings".

And just like that, it was as if the Din you had met the first time he had gone to leave Grogu with you. His humor, his kindness, was back all of a sudden. Realization made you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"You were also right about that, I guess", he continued. "I let myself be blinded by how I felt about someone else seeing my face. Well... About you seeing my face", he looked away. "It's kind of difficult to say this—".

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there before you say something you might regret", you got up.

"No, I'm here right because of that", he grabbed your hands. "Please. I will no regret it".

You looked at him for a second. Though you couldn't see his face, you could picture his puppy brown eyes staring into your soul pleadingly. An involuntary sigh left your mouth and you sat back with him, your expression showing your slight dissatisfaction. Still, he kept going.

"The night we...", he cleared his throat, not wanting to say it out loud. "I didn't feel good with myself. I mean, Mandalorians are supposed to never show their faces, and I showed you mine the night after the day we met. And I blamed it on the alcohol, but then you left and I had more time to think", another distorted sigh came from his direction. "At first I didn't want to admit it, I just wanted to act as if it hadn't happened. Then I remembered I had to go back to Mandalore to atone, but I didn't want to do it. I felt as if it was something I just had to do, not something I wanted to do", he let out an exasperated chuckle. "Then you came looking for me with Grogu. And I saw things clearly", he grabbed your hands again. "I don't want my feelings to be a weakness. Hells, they're not! I mean, they do make me weak for you, but—".

"Shut up, will you?", you stared into his eyes —well, his visor. "I just have one question for you".

He stayed still for a moment. As he saw you didn't elaborate, he nodded, as if giving you permission to proceed with the question.

"Is there any rule or whatsoever in the Mandalorian sacred books that establishes that having feelings for a fellow makes you weak?", you tried to hold back your smile. Din couldn't hold back his laugh.

"No, there's not. That was my paranoid reaction to feeling something for my fellow over here", the way he put it in words made you laugh as well.

"You're so stupid", you chuckled.

"You know, going to Mandalore with Grogu and putting you both in danger like that was something stupid".

"Oh, you wanna fight about who's been more stupid?", you crossed your arms. "I suggest you don't challenge me, I've got a long list".

"Fine, I'll stop".

You kept laughing for a while longer. Then, you both sat upright on the couch, looking at particularly nothing in front of you. You stayed in silence. It was not an uncomfortable silence, so you let it go on for a couple minutes, until you finally thought of something to say.

"So", you turned to look at him. "What are you gonna do with that thing of being a Mandalorian again? I mean, I don't exactly know how that goes, but...".

"I guess I'll have to figure something out to trick the Armorer", he chuckled. You didn't know what he was talking about, but you giggled back anyways. "Let's see how long this lasts", he took your hand. The sudden approach made both you and him blush, and you wished you had a helmet on like him to hide the way the heat was taking over your face.

"This is a thing?", you said as calmly as possible, your eyes fixed on your entangled hands.

"I mean, if you want it to be...", Din's voice was almost as hesitant as yours.

You moved your hand away from his. Then you grabbed his helmet. His first reaction was to reach up and stop you, but he stopped himself instead. You took it as a sign to keep going, and you removed his helmet.

Just like you had imagined, he was looking at you with his brown puppy eyes, his expression still a bit hesitant. His stubble and moustache were a bit longer than the last time you had seen them, but not enough as to cover his upper lip completely. His hair was also longer, and disheveled, making a fluffy helmet of its own. It made you smile.

You reached up to touch his face, like the first time you had seen him with no helmet on. As soon as your skin graced his, he closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. Your smile grew wider. Then, you approached. He blushed, now unable to hide it behind an armor, and closed his eyes, his lips half-opened. Though, you stopped right before you got to kiss him.

"You are one stupid womp rat", you whispered. His eyes suddenly were wide open and staring right into yours. The blush on his face got darker.

"I thought we had stopped talking about that", the way his expression barely changed while speaking made you laugh. You slid your other hand to cup his face, then left a quick peck on his lips.

"We had", you gave him a sly smirk. "But I'm still mad at you".

Din let out a breathless chuckle.

"What can I do to make it up to you?", he stroked your shoulder all the way up your arm to your wrist, then entwined his fingers with yours. You both let out a sigh.

"Well, first of all, you're gonna have to help me with kids around here if you wanna be able to step into my home ever again", you grabbed his jaw. "As for that other thing... I can think of a couple ways you can make it up to me", another smirk appeared on your lips as you looked down at his.

Without wasting any more time, you pulled him closer and gave him the most passionate kiss you could pull off, and that you had ever given to anyone. Din answered with just as much desperation —not a heated desperation, but needing to show you his feelings, how much he regretted having pushed you away the way he had, how much he was willing to give so that you would forgive him, how much he wanted his feelings to not be a weakness. Having thought of that was something stupid of him, indeed.

But not as stupid as you made him feel that night, making such loud noises as you touched him in all the right places in just the right time.

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something I’ve been thinking abt is how many people think Makoto is immune to despair. I don’t think he is. I think becoming the ultimate Hope was BECAUSE he felt despair. He wouldn’t have fully reached that point without Junko. Makoto becoming such a beacon was his last attempt to avoid completely falling and it wasn’t because he didn’t feel despair, it was because he was too damn stubborn to allow everything to go to waste and he refused to sacrifice his beliefs for someone else’s. His inner monologue tells me he DID experience the same new low the other suvivors did in the final trial, but at the point where he had the choice to give up and die, he looked at the others and he looked at Junko and he couldn’t allow it to happen, not out of self preservation, but because the idea that Junko would have control over their lives made him FURIOUS. and that utter refusal to die kicked in, wether luck or otherwise, and he made the concious effort for one last push while something in him was breaking. He had to be broken in order for the Ultimate Hope to come through so aggressively, bc it could only exist in the face of the Ultimate Despair. He snapped the same way she did, but in the other direction. In what could have been his final moments he chose to embody everything Junko wasn’t, and every single optimistic and luck fueled ideal in him suddenly charged forward and pushed him. It was a combination of the final straw and a choice. Makoto isn’t immune to feeling despair, he’s just too stubborn to fall into it of his own volition. I think that’s why I like that scene in DR3 so much. People were SO SHOCKED Makoto actually fell for the tape, that he actually became despair for a moment. I saw people getting mad or disappointed, saying it was pathetic and Makoto seemed to fall from some sort of pedestal for them. Honestly part of me wonders if that sort of mentality, which clearly people had in universe, affected Makoto a bit. Like he started to see himself as less of a person, subconsciously. Prompting him to take more risks, less self preservation, act way more bold. It seems he has to be reminded a lot not to put himself in danger by his friends, to not do something too reckless. All over the place I would see in regards to that scene either this frivolous ‘oh this was just angst drama with no meaning behind it’ or ‘he can do better than that. he’s so weak’ or ‘come on, there’s no way he’d fall into despair, he’s the Ultimate Hope!’ This kind of mentality, which was kind of ironic considering Ryota was there the entire time saying the same thing and treating Makoto the same way. Like Makoto was superhuman. Like Makoto didn’t feel despair the same way ‘normal people’ did. In a way that was also how Munakata saw Makoto. Makoto stopped being a PERSON to the world when he became Ultimate Hope, he became a concept, a belief system, much the same way Junko ascended beyond herself. But the difference is that treating Makoto that way is the opposite of the reason Makoto became such a representative for hope. He wasn’t doing something no one else could. He was doing something everyone had the chance to, he just… was a little more optimistic, a little more stubborn, a little more ‘gung-ho’ about things. He just took the lead where no one else did, where no one else knew they even COULD in the face of Junko’s unstoppable force. She had overcome the biggest threats and obstacles in the world, what could one person do? And the answer Makoto found was, anything. Everything. It doesn’t all rest on Makoto, he’s just the one that was inspired to try to do what seemed like the impossible. But as evidenced by the change in his friends after that trial, it’s clearly not something only Makoto is capable of. The others pulled out of despair thanks to Makoto, but it was their choice to do so.

“But… this world is so huge, and we’re so small. What can we do…? No, we can probably do anything. Yeah! We can do anything!”

#makoto naegi #Danganronpa character analysis #Danganronpa #danganronpa thh #danganronpa future arc #I fucking love Makoto Naegi man.#I think there’s a fine line of nuance to Makoto that’s easy to miss bc he doesn’t really make it known #he’s not a pushover and he’s not overpowered. he’s a people pleaser but he will say what needs to be said #he’s an immovable object and the exact opposite of Junko but he’s also just a normal guy who’s optimistic and (un)lucky #he isn’t invincible but he has immense power to his words the same way Junko did #if anything his superpower is being kind above all else. he’s compassionate to some of the worst people in the world.#he was even conpassionatr to an extent to Junko. he didnt want her to kill herself despite everything she’s done #and he still acknowledges that for years she was a classmate and friend.#I do think the more he learned abt what she did the more he’s come to actually hate her though #post the first game he always refers to her without a suffix to her name which is one of the most subtle rude things you can do #it means you have zero respect for the person you’re referring to #and he speaks about her with some venom he doesn’t use for anyone else in the future arc #he’s not incapable of feeling negative emotions #I really liked the future arc scene bc it showed that Makoto DID experience enough despair to have overcome him if he didn’t refuse #and that it still affects him deeply. people treat him like he’s either this perfect ideal Chad or this baby chick who’s so delicate #and no one really focuses on how makoto shoulders so much and yet is still vulnerable.#honestly that guy was DUE for a mental breakdown even without the tape. it would have happened eventually #I actually wrote one based on him finally hitting a breaking point after giving so much of himself away and keeping nothing for himself #that his issues that he shoves down constantly finally can’t be held down anymore. Hajime helps him bc he knows how that feels #it was a LONG time ago that I wrote that but honestly if I can remember where i was going w it I might finish it #it was initially an rp but I could make it a fic #anyway. the point is Makoto is SO much more complex than people give him credit for #the most fundamental thing about him is that he’s normal and that’s ok! that’s what helps him rise!

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