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floorbe · 3 years

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Can I request a NSFW head cannon or one shot of dom! Fuyuhiko x Short Fem! Reader and what Fuyuhiko does when he gets jealous she’s talking to a tall guy

sure thing! n*sw under the cut//

-Despite what he vehemently spouts, he’s actually a bit insecure about his height

-Especially if you’re taller than him, even if by a little

-One day when he sees you talking to someone much, much taller than you, he doesn’t think much at first

-That is, until he sees the guy very blatantly flirting with you. Like, hand on your arm, winking, gesturing back to the exit. You, of course, are oblivious

-Fuyuhiko does not like it. He’s immediately behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and asking what’s up

-“Sorry ‘bout that wait, babe, bathroom line was long as fuck. Who’s this?”

-Once the guy recognizes the very large body guards behind Fuyuhiko glaring at him, he leaves pretty quickly

-You’re confused, and even more confused when Fuyuhiko insists you two leave early with a frustrated edge to his voice

“You-” his voice cuts off, huffy as you close the door quietly behind you both. You’d been watching him grind his teeth the entire car ride home, insisting that he didn’t want to talk about it in the car. You watch his face morph from anger into something quieter, more sincere in his real emotions as he struggles to find the right words.

“...You’re fine with my height, right?” is what he settles on, voice considerably quieter from just a moment ago, but there’s still a rough, uneven edge to it as if he’s trying hard to not blow up at you. You can tell it’s hard for him to be so genuine instead of just settling things how he used to.

His back is to you, and you wonder if he’s feigning undoing his tie, because he’s never taken so long to undo it before. You swallow thickly, mind immediately flashing a memory of the taller guy you were talking to. “Of course I am,” you reassure him, placing a hand on his back as you circle to his side. He’s tense under your touch, but you can see him take in a deep breath as he relaxes slightly.

His eyes meet yours, and you swallow thickly at the intenseness in them. They scan your face, as if searching for any sign of dishonesty, before settling on the floor. He’s quiet, and you’re not sure if he’s unsure of what to say or if he’s thinking. You take another step to stand in front of him in the silence, giving him a smile as you bring your hands up to rest on his chest.

From the way his tie is crumpled yet still intact, you figure he was fiddling with it as an excuse to avoid facing you. You slide your palm down it, smoothing it across his chest before hooking your fingers under it. He watches you closely as the pads of your fingers skim up the tie and to the knot, carefully wrapping your fingers around it and tugging on it lightly.

He complies with a quirk of his brow, frown still deep as he comes closer to you. “I’m yours, Fuyuhiko,” you murmur, lips barely brushing against his, “No one else matters to me.” You watch his eyes slide halfway shut, his eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes. He’s hesitant (insecure?), you realize, for what reason you’re unsure, but you’ll be damned if you’ll let him stew in it.

“Fuyuhiko,” you murmur again, tone breathy as you pull yourself flush against him. You can feel his chest rising with each breath he takes, and you let your palm not holding his tie rest over his heart. His eyes are wide now, attentive, waiting for your next words. “I’m yours,” you repeat, tilting your head just slightly as his eyes almost droop completely shut. “Take me.”

He blinks in surprise, jolting back slightly as he stares at you. He doesn’t get a chance to ask the burning question on his mind, obvious from the way he’s intaking to speak, when you’re pulling him close to you again, “Please.”

His lips are smashing against yours in an instant, hands coming up to latch onto your waist and pull your hips against his. There’s a fire in the way his lips are melding to yours, harsh enough to where you know they’ll be aching later, and it’s only emphasized when his teeth hook into your bottom lip. You gasp as he tugs on it lightly, a grunt escaping his lips as his fingers travel under your top.

He pauses for a moment as you shiver, releasing your lip and pulling back, breathing heavy as he scans your face once again. “I... I don’t want us to do this because you feel like you have to,” he nearly whispers, his harsh grip on your waist loosening to swipe his fingers over the area softly.

“I want this,” you reassure, smiling adoringly at him, “I want you.”

He doesn’t get to ask the ‘are you sure?’ that you know is playing on his lips, because you’re already covering them with your own. You raise your hands to tangle through his short hair as much as you can, memorizing each ridge and corner of the shaved patterns. His kiss is softer this time, more loving, almost as a reminder of his adoration before it slowly turns back into the fiery passion shown moments before.

In a second he has you pressed against a wall, hands climbing under your shirt with renewed fervor. You shiver as his warm hands race to your bra, cupping your breasts roughly from beyond the material. You gasp as his teeth suddenly dig into your bottom lip, nearly shoving his tongue into your mouth as you eagerly let yours meet his.

You let out a moan into his mouth as his knee comes to press directly against your clit over your clothes, and you instinctively buck into the welcome pressure. He slowly grinds his knee against you, starkly different from the way his hands are already trying to impatiently rip your bra off from beneath your shirt.

He separates only tug your shirt off, and as soon as he’s able to he’s pressing sloppy kisses against your neck, hands fumbling with the clasp of your bra. You throw your head back against the wall, too overwhelmed with the sensation of his knee teasing you along with his mouth heatedly working on your throat, nipping and biting it as he finally tosses your bra aside.

You gasp out his name once as he suddenly moves to suck on your nipple, pushing against the small of your back to arch into him as his knee’s grinding becomes more jerky.

“F-Fuyu-!” you can’t even finish your whine of his name as one of his hands trails down to replace his knee. “P-please, please-!”

“Please what?” he nearly growls, “Say it.”

“Please,” you whimper, bucking your hips against his nimble fingers as they barely stroke you through your pants. “Need you-” you whine loudly as he stops stroking you, “F-fuck me, please, please-!”

Those seem to be the magic words, for Fuyuhiko immediately yanks down your pants and underwear in one pull, letting you step out of them hastily before he grips your thighs harshly and lifts you up. You yelp, locking your legs around his waist as he presses you back up against the wall.

Your hands reach his slacks before he does, desperately undoing his fly and nearly shoving his pants down. As soon as his cock springs out, you let out a whine, hips grinding towards him helplessly as you feel yourself throb incessantly.

He wastes no time slamming himself into you, and you throw your head back against the wall once more as he sets a brutal pace, his hands still gripping your thighs as he leans his head into the crook of your shoulder. You tighten your legs around him, struggling to pull him even deeper inside of you.

You’re quickly reduced to moans and whimpers as you feel the drag of his cock filling you so deliciously, so perfectly that you’re sure he was made for you. “Mine,” he suddenly hisses, and you swear his thrusts get even rougher if possible, sending you into a daze as you try fervently to meet his thrusts with your own.

“You’re fucking mine, got it? All mine,” he growls, and as soon as he lifts his head to meet your eyes you’re coming around him hard, letting out a cry of his name.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, eyes rolling back as you squeeze him tight, “That’s it, that’s it, cum around me, fuck!” And with that he’s shoving as deeply into you as he can, biting his lip harshly as he cums. You whine breathily at the feeling, still dazed from your orgasm, weakly twitching your hips towards his.

The only sound you hear as you both come down from your highs is your heavy breathing, resting your forehead against his as you try to regain your sense. He presses a clunky kiss against the corner of your mouth, still holding you up against the wall. You start to loosen your grip on his waist to let yourself down when he suddenly bucks his hips against yours, making you gasp.

“We’re not done yet,” he breathes out, eyes glinting in a way that makes you shiver in excitement. “We’re far from done, sweetheart.”

#n*sw//#fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa scenario #danganronpa x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #danganronpa #dr2 #Anonymous

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kittenwhiskers · 3 years

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Smartass - Peko x gn!Reader x Fuyuhiko

Peko and (y/n) have been spending the past few days pestering their yakuza boyfriend. Though they were fully expecting consequences, they would never have predicted the results!

A/N: Yes, this is a "no one dies" AU. Because we like it better that way.

!This is a poly gender-neutral reader-insert tickle fic that contains a bit of swearing!

It had been a rather chaotic morning on the island on this particular day. The majority of the class had decided today would be a beach day, and so, the morning was spent by (y/n) and most of their classmates on the golden sand. The early hours saw sandcastle competitions, water fights, and much more. By the time the afternoon rolled around, much of the class had dispersed. A few stayed behind at the beach, while most went to their cottages to rest before returning. There were only a handful of students that actually showed up to the restaurant, that being (y/n), Akane, Chiaki, Byakuya, and Teruteru. Everyone could tell the little chef was worn out from that morning’s activities, but he still insisted on preparing food for the handful present. No one was about to fight with him on that one.

(y/n) had been engrossed in some conversation they were having with Chiaki in between bites of food, when they felt a gentle hand lay on their shoulder.

“(y/n), are you almost finished with your meal?”

(y/n) turned around to see a pair of sharp red eyes staring back at them.

“Yeah, Peko, I guess I’m pretty much done,” (y/n) said with a smile, placing their eating utensil down on their plate, “why, what’s up?”

“Fuyuhiko-sama has requested us at his cottage right away,” she explained very matter-of-factly, though (y/n) could sense a tinge of dread behind her words.

The request confused (y/n) at first… until they remembered. They were filled with the same dread as they remembered all the pestering they and Peko had subjected the yakuza to over the past couple days. The three of them all understood it was all in good fun, but pestering was called “pestering” for a reason. (y/n) and Peko both knew this was coming, it was inevitable.

With a sharp inhale, (y/n) rose from their seat and nodded.

“Right then,” they said, pushing their seat back into place, “let’s go meet him, we shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

Peko nodded without a word, and headed for the stairs leading to the lobby, expecting (y/n) to follow behind, however, they were stopped by Chiaki clearing her throat. They turned to the gamer girl, who proceeded to mouth the words “good luck”, and gave them a subtle thumbs-up. (y/n) returned the favor with a half-smile, before turning back and quickly following Peko down the stairs and out the doors of the building.

On the walk to the cottages, (y/n) tried their best to prepare themselves for a fight of some sort. They knew Fuyuhiko wasn’t going to actually hurt either of them, but whatever he had planned in retaliation was probably going to be intense. Peko already knew she was going to accept whatever was coming her way, she would never fight back against Fuyu… but she also knew (y/n) well enough to know that they wouldn’t go down without a fight, and she wouldn’t hold them back from that either.

It only took a few minutes before the two students had arrived, and were now standing outside of the short-tempered blonde’s cottage. They both stood tensely, looking at the wooden door, then at each other.

“So, are you gonna do it, or am I,” (y/n) asked Peko softly, referring to which of the two would knock on the door.

Peko seemed to grunt nervously, looking back between the door and (y/n). There was a moment of silence between the two of them, before Peko’s eyes finally stopped on (y/n) again.

“I don’t wanna do it,” (y/n) finally said with a laugh, which in turn caused Peko to laugh as well. If there was one thing (y/n) could be counted on, it was lightening a tense situation.

Peko finally stepped up and knocked on the door. As she stepped back next to (y/n), footsteps were heard inside the cottage. The two practically winced as the door finally swung open, revealing the smug-faced yakuza standing on the other side.

“Thought you two had pussied out or somethin’,” he said with a grin, motioning for them to get their asses inside, “what took so long?”

“My apologies, young master,” Peko apologized as she walked inside, “I had to retrieve (y/n) from the-”

“Hey!” Fuyuhiko snapped, cutting her off, “what’d we talk about? No more calling me that.”

“M-my apologies, Fuyuhiko-sama,” Peko corrected, nodding in understanding, “it’s a force of habit.”

Fuyuhiko grunted softly, shutting the door behind him once the two students were inside. He then turned back to them, stuffing his hands in his pockets and smirking a little.

“Well, I’m sure you two know why I called you here,” he said rather casually.

“Mm, beats me,” (y/n) said, waving their hands around their sides, “I got no clue!”

Peko had to fight back the urge to smile at her partner’s sarcasm as Fuyuhiko shot them a deadpan glare.

“Really?” he asked flatly, “no clue whatsoever?”

“Nope,” (y/n) continued, “but it must’ve been bad to make you drag us all the way out here! God, we must be awful!”

Fuyuhiko sighed, taking his hands out of his pockets.

“I shoulda’ seen this coming,” he growled. (y/n) didn’t know when too far was too far.

Peko was now giggling up a storm at (y/n)’s remarks, and (y/n) couldn’t hold back their own cheeky grin as they continued to tease the Yakuza.

“Or, maybe, we’re totally innocent, and you just wanted an excuse to get time with us to yourself-”

(y/n) was cut off by the wind practically being knocked out of them as Fuyuhiko tackled both them and Peko to the bed behind them, pushing them down on their backs and hovering over them.

“You think you’re real fuckin’ funny, huh, smartass?” he growled, pulling the two students close together on the mattress, “if you’re really as dumb as you’re acting, then lemme spell it out for ya. I brought you both here to show you why you don’t fuck with a yakuza…”

With wide eyes, (y/n) tried to make a break for it, wiggling to get up off the bed. Unfortunately for them, Fuyuhiko had faster reflexes than they could’ve anticipated. He grabbed them by the shoulder, pushing them down into the bed and keeping them pinned in place as he crawled up onto the foot of the bed, sitting up on his knees, and using his legs to pin Peko’s left thigh and (y/n)’s right thigh together, effectively trapping both the students in place at once.

“It took me a while to think of just the right punishment for you two,” he said, leaning over the two ultimates beneath him with a sadistic grin, “but I think I have something perfect planned out here…”

Faster than they could blink, Fuyuhiko’s hands shot down to (y/n’s) and Peko’s sides, squeezing with a purpose, causing both the students to break out in frantic giggles, and attempt to either wiggle out of Fuyu’s restraint, or swat his hand away. Perfect, Fuyuhiko thought, everything was falling into place.

“Neither of you are going anywhere,” Kuzuryu sneered, working his way up to Peko’s ribs with one hand while the other shot up to (y/n)’s armpit, “don’t waste your energy on trying to get away~!”

Peko only managed to cover her face with her hands, somewhat muffling her laughter as she arched into Fuyuhiko’s touch, meanwhile, (y/n) pinned their arms to their sides (which only trapped Fuyuhiko’ hand in place) and squealed loudly. This earned an amused laugh from the yakuza, who drilled his fingers further into their underarm.

“Jeeze, (y/n),” Fuyu chuckled, “You might be even more sensitive to Peko, listen to you!”

“SHUHUHUT AHAHAHAP!” (y/n) cried, twisting to pry Fuyuhuko’s hand away from the sensitive area. Fuyuhiko narrowed his eyes at this.

“Shut up, huh? Shut up, huh???” Fuyuhiko growled, lowering his hand just enough to drill his fingers into the top of (y/n)’s ribs, forcing their laughter up an octave, “you think you’re in any position to tell me to shut up, huh???”

“NOHOHO NOO, I’M SAHAHARRYYY!!!” (y/n) squealed, only earning a small chuckle from Fuyuhiko in response. He seemed like he was about to say something, before he was cut off by Peko’s pleas.

“Young master, plehehease!” The swordswoman cried through her hands, “n-nohoho mohohohore!”

“What did I say about callin’ me that, Peko?” Fuyuhiko warned in a low tone, moving his hands up to gently tickle Peko’s neck.

“NAH! F-FUYUHIKO-SAHAHAMA, NOHOHOT THERE!” Peko squealed, craning her neck to avoid Fuyu’s merciless fingers.

Fuyuhiko continued to tickle the two students like this for another minute or so, before pulling back and allowing them to breathe. He smirked at the mess of giggles on the bed beneath him, nearly satisfied with his work, before cracking his knuckles in preparation for his next move.

“Now, I got one more thing I wanna try here,” he said almost excitedly, “but since I ain’t got any straws to draw, it’s gonna come down to this, whoever laughs first, gets it first.”

“Fuyu, nohoho,” (y/n) whined pathetically through their giggles, “I cahahan’t take much more of this!”

“Aww, is that so?” Fuyuhiko cooed mockingly, bringing his hands down over each of their bellies, spidering at them through their shirts, “then it’d do you well to keep your mouth shut, huh?”

Almost simultaneously, Peko and (y/n) slapped their hands over their mouths to fight back the giggles threatening to bubble up from their throats.

“Nah-ah, hands away from your faces, that’s cheating,” Fuyuhiko scolded, “if you don’t follow the rules, I’ll just pick randomly!”

Upon hearing this, both the ultimates hesitantly pulled their hands away from their mouths. Peko raised her arms above her head obediently, while (y/n) reached down and gripped at the bedsheets. Both of the yakuza’s victims strained and whimpered to hold back their giggles as Fuyuhiko’s hands freely explored their tummies. This only lasted about 30 seconds before (y/n) thought they’d break… but relief washed over them when they heard Peko titter with giggles.

“N-nohoho, Fuyuhiko-sama, I’m sohohorry,” Peko begged as Fuyuhiko grinned down at her, “plehehease dohohon’t!”

Fuyuhiko only shook his head at her, still wearing his menacing grin as he reached over and pulled Peko’s shirt up enough to show her tummy, before firmly taking each of her wrists in one hand, and leaning down to pepper her belly with kisses! (y/n)’s eyes went wide at the sight before them as Peko squealed with high pitched laughter and giggles, wiggling every which way to avoid the ticklish sensation. (y/n) turned their head to the side and looked away, not being able to handle the anticipation of knowing they were next. It didn’t help much, though. They could only listen as Peko’s laughter grew louder and more frantic with each passing second, indicating that Fuyuhiko was doing more than just planting little kisses now. Still, they couldn’t bring themselves to look!

(y/n) practically jumped out of their skin when they heard Fuyuhiko deal a raspberry against Peko’s skin, followed by Peko’s squealy laughter hitting an all-time high!

(y/n) couldn’t help but try to wiggle their way off the bed, but was only met by a warning squeeze to the side by Fuyuhiko’s hand, causing them to yelp and recoil.

It wasn’t long before Peko’s hysterical laughter was reduced to a feeble wheeze, at which point, Fuyuhiko finally released his restraint on Peko, allowing her to curl over onto her side.

“You’re up, (y/n)~” Fuyuhiko taunted, straddling both of (y/n’s) thighs, and reaching for their shirt to pull it up. He was stopped by (y/n’s) hands grabbing his own, but the yakuza only chuckled and began to wrestle their hands away. He looked over at Peko, who had now sat up and wiped the tears away from her eyes, and smirked.

“Hey, Peko, babe,” he said, “come help me get this little brat under control, will ya?”

Peko looked down at (y/n) reluctantly, who looked back at her with a pleading look in their eyes as they continued to fight Fuyuhiko off.

“I could always tickle you again,” he hummed with a shrug. This caused Peko to jump, and crawl over behind (y/n), grabbing their hands and pinning them above their head.

“I’m sorry,” she mouthed down to her partner. Though (y/n) felt completely and utterly betrayed, they understood. It was clear now that Fuyuhiko was a ruthless tickler… and unfortunately, they were about to face his finale.

Fuyuhiko smiled wickedly as he rolled up (y/n)’s shirt, and leaned down to their tummy, planting light, ticklish kisses across every inch of it, making (y/n) throw their head back with laughter and drum their heels against the bed frame. They had no idea kisses alone could tickle so much! Little did they know, it’d only get worse from there…

Their laughter rose to frantic squealing as Fuyuhiko focused most of the kisses around their navel, and used his thumbs to pinch and massage the sides of their tummy.

“FUYU I CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IT!” (y/n) cried, fighting as hard as they could to fight out of both their boyfriend’s and girlfriend’s restraint, “PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!!!”

Fuyuhiko only scoffed a little as he pulled his face away to look at (y/n), his thumbs still drilling into their sides.

“You can handle it,” he sneered, “a little tickling’s never killed anyone.”

(y/n) froze and tensed up as they heard Fuyuhiko begin to inhale, but before they had time to react, the yakuza had already buried his lips into their flesh, blowing raspberry after raspberry into every inch of their tummy, driving them up the wall! Poor (y/n) shrieked and howled with laughter, making the other two swear the others could’ve heard them all the way from the beach!

Fuyuhiko smiled through all the raspberries he delivered as he spidered his fingers up and down (y/n)’s bare sides, before focusing the last few raspberries directly on top of their incredibly sensitive bellybutton.

This seemed to throw (y/n) over the edge, as their laughter quickly turned into silent wheezes. With a final amused chuckle, Fuyuhiko sat up and patted (y/n)’s tummy, rolling their shirt back down and scooping them up, allowing them to lean against him as they recovered from the tickle-attack. As the yakuza stroked their hair, he patted the bed to his left side, inviting Peko to snuggle in on his opposite side, to which she complied, allowing Fuyuhiko to wrap his free arm around her.

“You two know I love you, yeah?” he asked with a smile, resting his head against Peko’s shoulder while keeping (y/n) wrapped in his other arm.

Peko chuckled and smiled down at her shorter boyfriend.

“Of course we do, Fuyuhiko-sama,” she replied. Even though Fuyuhiko acted all big and tough, he still needed reassurance from time to time. Peko and (y/n) were more than okay with that.

“Wehehe’re still getting you back for this, though,” (y/n) giggled weakly.

“Oh, most definitely,” Peko agreed.

“H-hey, that’s not how this works,” Fuyuhiko argued, “This whole thing was supposed to be getting us even!”

Kuzuryu would never catch a break with these two, he should’ve known that by now...

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cobaltusami · 3 years

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Friendship

Hey hi hello! I'm finally back at It with another t word fic! I had so much trouble getting into the groove of this one, but regardless I had fun writing it! I think this will be the last installment In this mini series, I feel like I'm at a good stopping point. That being said, Obviously I will eventually write more for these three beans.

Part One: That's what Friends are for

Part Two: Intimidating

Characters: Lee!Kazuichi, Lee!Gundham, Ler!Sonia, Ler!Hajime, Ler!Chiaki, Fuyuhiko

Pairing: Platonic!Sonsoudam (Though you could construe It as romantic, Whichever you prefer--)

Word count: 3430

The Ultimate Princess scoured the island In search of The Pink haired mechanic after leaving the dining hall, Normally he was easy to find since he was always so eager to talk to her but today was different.

Walking with her was Hajime, Who had volunteered to help her find Kazuichi. “Are you sure It was a good Idea to leave Gundham sleeping In the dining hall? I feel as though we should have woken him up.” Sonia asked.

“It’s better for him to get some sleep.” Hajime responded. “Besides, It’s not like we left him alone, We left him with Chiaki.”

“I suppose you’re right but… I feel bad for not waking him up and sending him to his room.” She frowned.

Hajime smiled a bit, A knowing look on his face. “You really do worry about him a lot…”

“Of course I do, He Is my friend.” Sonia responded. “I worry about all of my friends.”

Hajime was about to open his mouth to respond but he changed gears upon catching sight of the pink haired Mechanic. “There he Is. What’s he doing?”

“It appears as though he is working on something.” Sonia said quietly, the pair silently approached Kazuichi where he sat on the ground tinkering with something.

He was humming quietly while he worked, he seemed as though he was In good spirits so that couldn’t be the reason why he was ignoring Gundham.

“Just put this here and…”

“YO!” Hajime said suddenly, stepping In front of Sonia. “KAZUICHI!”

Kazuichi screamed, launching his screwdriver into the air in surprise. He spun around In his spot on the ground and let out a breath of relief. “Oh. It’s just you. Jeez man, Don’t scare me like that! What the hell Is wrong with you!?”

Sonia stepped out from behind Hajime, her arms folded. “Kazuichi--”

Kazuichi’s face turned pink as he quickly got to his feet, throwing a tarp back over his project. “M-Miss Sonia!”

“Kazuichi,” she started, frowning. “I wish to know why you are avoiding Gundham.”

“W-What? I’m not--”

“Yeah, You are.” Hajime interrupted. “He tried to talk to you the other day and you made up an excuse and practically ran away.”

“What Is going on? You two were getting along so well at the party.” Sonia stepped closer to the mechanic. “Please, Tell me the truth.”

The pinkette frowned, looking away from his crush awkwardly. His eyes fell upon his tarp covered project as he thought about It in silence.

Kazuichi had blown Gundham off because he didn’t want to accidentally blab about the surprise he was working on for him, Soda was creating a brand new play area for The Four Devas as a peace offering, to prove to him that he wasn’t just trying to get along with him for Sonia’s sake.

He always had trouble admitting how he felt with words, usually stumbling over them or saying something stupid. He preferred gestures over words.

The truth was this... He had a lot of fun at the party, as much as he initially hated spending time with Gundham, he actually started to have fun. Kazuichi didn’t have many friends either, he’d always been picked on as a kid and didn’t have much free time due to helping his dad out with the bike shop.

That day, even If for just a little while, It felt like he had friends. And he wanted to make sure Gundham knew he was genuinely thankful for that.

But he knew he was a horrible liar and Gundham would eventually figure out what he was doing, so he was avoiding the Breeder so as not to spoil the surprise.

“I… I can’t.” Kazuichi said, realizing he hadn’t answered yet. “I-I mean, not yet anyway!”

Sonia sighed softly. “I did not want It to come to this, but I promised Gundham I would get to the bottom of this.”

Kazuichi gave a confused look in response. “What are you talking abohohout-- H-Hey!” He yelped, chuckling a bit as he jumped backwards at the sudden pokes to his midsection.

“If you will not tell me what Is going on, I will tickle you until you do.” She smiled, sending chills down the mechanic’s spine.

“Y-You wouldn’t dare...” He smiled nervously, backing away from the blonde princess.

“I would dare.” She insisted.

Kazuichi felt his fight or flight instincts kick In, and he chose the latter. He went to run away from her but he ran into Hajime, who he just now realized had been eerily silent.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, smirking as he grabbed a hold of his arms. “I didn’t just tag along to help her find you, Y’know.”

“I thought you might try to run away, So I asked Hajime If he would help me just in case.”

“L-Let go! This Isn’t fair!” Soda whined, struggling in Hajime’s surprisingly strong grasp.

“Life’s not fair.” The tsundere sighed in reply, spinning him around to face Sonia and holding his arms up over his head.

“Kazuichi, Last chance. Tell me why you are avoiding Gundham or else…” She threatened, a determined glimmer in her pale blue eyes.

The pinkette shook his head, already resisting the urge to giggle anxiously. “N-No. I can’t.”

Sonia nodded, unzipping part of his yellow jumper and shoving her hands under the white shirt underneath. Her nails began gliding across his sides. “Very well then.”

Soda tried not to laugh or show any reaction, but he ended up laughing after a few seconds of holding back. “Wahahahait! M-Mihihihiss Soniahaha! Dohohohn’t!” He whined between laughs.

“I am sorry, Kazuichi. But I must get to the bottom of this.” Sonia smiled at the sound of his laughter. “Gundham Is upset and I do not wish to see my friends upset.”

Really? Gundham’s upset by Kazuichi not talking to him…? Does that mean he considers him a friend too? “I cahahahan’t tehehehell you!”

“I am sorry, but I must know.” Sonia reiterated, digging her fingers into his stomach.

He yelped and crumbled back against Hajime, laughing harder as he tugged at his arms. “Nohohohoho! Ahahahahaha!”

“Does this tickle~? I am willing to wager that It does~” She cooed, his fingers wiggling into the muscle beneath his skin.

“Sohohohonia stahahahap! Hahahahaha!” he blushed at the teasing words, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting of a Princess but It sure as hell wasn’t this.

“No~” she sang. “I’m not going to stop until I get what I want. Even If I have to tickle you for hours.”

To emphasize her point her fingers sped up as they traversed upwards, brushing teasingly against his sides and wiggling like wild spiders against his ribs.

Kazuichi screamed and threw his head back, knocking Hajime In the face as he did. “SHIHIHIHIT! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” He shrieked helplessly.

Hajime yelped In pain and readjusted his grip on the Mechanic, now holding both of his wrists in place with one hand. He used the other to tenderly rub his chin. “Jeez, Kazuichi. Watch where you’re throwing that thing.”

“YOUHUHUHU DEHEHEHESERVED IT!” Kazuichi laughed heartily, still attempting to pull his wrists free. Though thanks to Sonia’s merciless tickling he was much weaker.

Hajime huffed. “Oh yeah? Well, I think you deserve this.” He wormed his free hand into Kazi’s jumpsuit and began scribbling his nails against the back of his ribs over his white tee.

When I tell you the boy screamed.

“AAAAH! NONONONONO!” He screamed, His body jerking violently to the side, trying to shield the sensitive spot.

“Ooh, Hajime, It looks like you found a really ticklish spot~” She grinned, her fingers darting around to the back of his ribcage to join the Tsundere In torturing their friend. “What do you think Kazi? Is this a bad spot?”

“Yeah Kazi,” Hajime grinned. “Does this tiiiiiickle~?”

Kazuichi couldn’t even form sentences, he was laughing way too hard to focus on anything else. His laughter was borderline going silent from the intensity, as evidenced by his constant wheezing.

“Just tell us~” Sonia hummed, her fingers tickling the sensitive spots between the ribs now.

“You gonna tell us?” Hajime asked.

Kazuichi nodded frantically, tears streaking down his pink cheeks from laughing too hard.

Sonia and Hajime relented, though Hajime kept a grip on his wrists, evidently not trusting the pink haired boy. “Why have you been avoiding Gundham?” She asked again.

Kazuichi coughed as he gulped down air, clearly not used to being tickled. “I… Didn’t want to spoil the surprise… for him…” He panted.

“The…” she trailed off.

“Surprise?” Hajime and Sonia exchanged confused looks. “What are you talking about?”

Kazuichi nodded his head towards the tarp covered project. “Check… For yourselves…”

Curiously, Hajime released the Mechanic and went over to the tarp. He pulled It off to reveal what Soda had been working on, A play area made out of pvc pipes, A fish tank, and a wide assortment of metal and plastic items.

“Huh?” He was confused, but Sonia recognized what It was intended to be instantly.

Her face lit up at the sight of It. “Oh my! You’re building a pen for the Four Dark Devas of Destruction!” She twirled around to face Kazuichi, who had just finished zipping his jumpsuit back up.

He chuckled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head, blushing as he glanced away from the bright girl. “Y-Yeah. I wanted to show Gundham I really consider him a friend, So I was doing It the best way I knew how…”

“By building something for him.” Hajime finished, smiling at the dork. “That’s really thoughtful of you. I’m impressed.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?? I’m always thoughtful!” He shot back, flustered.

Sonia giggled and hugged the pink haired boy suddenly. “You’re so sweet. Gundham and I are lucky to have a friend like you.” she praised.

Just when he thought his face couldn’t get any redder… It was close to matching Mahiru’s shade of hair now. “F-Friend?” He stuttered, asking for confirmation If what he heard was what she just said.

“Of course! We’re friends.” She beamed up at the embarrassed tinkerer.

He smiled warmly back at her and hugged her back. “Thank you.” he whispered almost silently, not even sure If she had heard him or not.

But she did.

After another minute or so they both pulled back. “I should get back to work on this. I don’t wanna make Gundham upset by not talking to him.” Soda announced nonchalantly, sitting down in front of the project again.

“Would you like some help? I am not very mechanically inclined, but I can be taught.” Sonia volunteered, sitting down next to him.

“Sure! I would love some help!” He smiled at the blonde.

“Is there anything I can do?” Hajime asked.

“Can you go check on Gundham? I am worried about him.”

“Sonia, We’ve been over this. We left him with Chiaki at the hotel, I’m sure he’s doing fine.”

“You left him with Chiaki?” Kazuichi repeated, looking at Hajime for confirmation.

“Yeah… What, Why are you looking at me like that--”

“In the hotel, Where there’s video games?”

Hajime stared blankly at him for a minute before cursing and running off towards the hotel.

Apparently reaching the same conclusion Kazuichi had, That Chiaki would most likely be sidetracked by the video games and not check on the Breeder.

He burst through the doors but didn’t see Chiaki anywhere near the video games units. He did, however, hear Gundham scream from upstairs. “Gundham??” He called out, confused.

Hajime bolted up the stairs into the dining room, and froze at the sight before him. Gundham was on the floor, trying to curl up Into a ball, and Chiaki was on top of him, tickling the life out of the Dark Prince.

“Uhhh, Chiaki? What are you doing?” Hajime asked, leaning against the doorway.

Chiaki looked up at him and offered a smile. “Oh, Hey Hajime. I’m tickling Gundham.” She responded bluntly.

“GEHEHEHET THIHIS FIHIHIHIHIEND OFF OF MEHEHE!” Gundham laughed helplessly.

“I can see that.” Hajime laughed, Ignoring Gundham’s plea. “The question Is, Why?”

“I promised I would keep an eye on him, But that got too boring. So I’m entertaining myself.” She answered, skittering her fingers across his neck.

There was something about the thought of being on the receiving end of Chiaki’s tickles that scared Hajime, It could be how merciless she was being, Or maybe how nonchalant she was, Or both.

Gundham squealed uncharacteristically and covered his face. “STAHAHAHAHAP! I AHAHAHAM AWAHAHAHAHAKE NOW! I DOHOHOHN’T NEEHEHEED WAHAHATCHED!”

Hajime smirked, approaching the two. He sat down next to Chiaki. “I dunno, I think you still need supervision.” he said playfully.

“I agree.” Chiaki smiled mischievously.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO! I DOHOHOHOHON’T!”

“I think another hour should do it, Don’t you, Chiaki?” Hajime asked, winking at the pink haired girl.

She giggled. “I think so too. That way we can make sure he’s going to stay awake.”

“AHAHAHAN HOUR?!? SUHUHUHURELY YOU JEST!” Gundham whimpered at the thought, considering adding Chiaki Nanami to the small list of people he finds intimidating.

“No, I’m quite serious.” She replied with a determined glimmer in her eyes. Her fingertips lightly dancing across his neck and collarbone.

“I think she means It, Gundham.” Hajime chuckled, unable to resist the urge to help her any longer. He began teasingly poking at random exposed spots on his midsection. “And who am I to stop her? I think I should help her If anything.”

“I WIHIHIHILL DEHEHEHEHESTROY YOU BOHOHOHOTH!” Gundham threw out an empty threat.

“It doesn’t scare me when Fuyu threatens me, And It doesn’t scare me when you threaten me.” Hajime snickered.

“Oh, I don’t scare you huh?” Hiko’s voice was suddenly right at Hajime’s ear. “You sure about that?”

Hajime yelped in surprise, whipping around to look at his friend. “F-Fuyu! Jeez! Don’t scare me like that.” Hajime sighed, holding his chest to steady his rapid heartbeat.

Fuyuhiko grinned triumphantly. “What are you two dipshits doing, Anyway?”

“Tickling Gundham.” Chiaki answered.

“O...kay. Well you think maybe you should… I dunno… Let him breathe?” Fuyu asked, having noticed how much the Breeder was gasping.

Chiaki paused what she was doing, allowing the dark prince to breathe. “Oh… Right. Air, He needs that.”

“Hey Fuyu.” Hajime motioned for the Yakuza to come closer, he hesitantly did so. He whispered something to the small blond so Gundham couldn’t hear.

Hiko rolled his eyes, making a show of huffing as he threw his hands up. “I GUESS.” Although he had a smile on his face as he did so, negating the annoyed response he was going for. He sauntered off, leaving Gundham at the mercy of Hajime and Chiaki once more.

Fuyuhiko made It to the area where Sonia and Kazuichi were, curiously peering over their heads at the project they were working on. “Uh, What are you two doing?”

Kazuichi yelped in surprise, nearly throwing his screwdriver for a second time.

Sonia giggled and turned to look at the Yakuza. “Hello, Fuyuhiko! Kazuichi Is building a play pen for the Devas and I am helping.”

Ahh, now It makes sense why Hajime and Chiaki were wrecking poor Gundham… They were trying to keep him from finding out what was going on. “Ah, Gotcha. Uh, Hajime sent me to tell you both that Gundham Is awake but uh… He’s being distracted by him and Chiaki.”

Sonia and Kazi exchanged confused looks. “What are those two doing to him?”

“I walked In on them…” Hiko paused, blushing. Fuck, of all times to be unable to say that word why did it have to be right now?! “U-Um. They were sort of destroying him.”

“D-Destroying!?” Sonia asked, alarmed.

“N-Not literally!” Hiko quickly corrected. “They’re uh…”

“Ohhh… I get It.” Kazuichi laughed. “I think what Fuyuhiko Is trying to say Is that they’re tickling him. Right?”

“Yeah, That.” he nodded, still blushing.

“Oh. Why didn’t you just say that? You scared me for a minute there. Not that I believe they would hurt him, But still…”

“Uh… Well… I…”

“Some people have trouble saying the word ‘tickle’.” Kazuichi explained casually, tightening a bolt on the play area. “Usually people who are super ticklish themselves.”

The pinkette grinned as he winked at Fuyu, who seemed to turn pinker at that. Though he would vehemently deny such a thing.

“H-Hey! I am NOT! I just… Think the word Is stupid and childish!” Fuyuhiko pouted, crossing his arms childishly.

“It Is okay, Fuyuhiko. I understand.” She smiled sympathetically. “Though I am not nearly as ticklish as Kazuichi or Gundham, I see how It would be difficult for one to say.”

“Hey! Whose side are you on??” Kazuichi blushed, nudging her side.

She giggled and recoiled.

“So…” Fuyuhiko cleared his throat, trying desperately to change the subject. “How much longer until you two are done? I’m not sure how much longer Gundham will last.”

“Actually,” Kazuichi tightened another screw, then set his screwdriver down. He looked It over one last time then smiled. “It’s done.”

“It looks wonderful, Kazuichi! You did great!” She beamed, standing up and dusting her dress off.

“Thanks…” He chuckled sheepishly, standing up too. “Hey Hiko, Can you help me carry this?”

Fuyuhiko looked at it, skeptical. “I’ll try, but If you drop It on me, I will kill you.” he threatened.

The two lifted it up and began carrying It towards the hotel. It wasn’t as heavy as Kazi expected It to be, much to the relief of the petite Yakuza.

They brought It up Into the diner and quickly covered It with a tarp, luckily Gundham hadn’t noticed them thanks to Hajime and Chiaki both smothering him with tickles.

Hajime looked up and saw the three students, smiling he withdrew his hands and motioned for Chiaki to do the same.

Though she relented much more halfheartedly, pouting as she pulled back.

Sonia and Kazuichi both approached the recovering Supreme overlord of Ice and sat down on either side of him. “Gundham, I found Kazuichi and made him explain to me why he was avoiding you.” Sonia explained, helping him sit up.

He tiredly looked at Sonia, then over at Kazuichi who was trying not to laugh at how disheveled he looked. “I-Is that so? Then why…?”

“Uh, Listen man…” Kazuichi started, reaching over and fixing Gundham’s hair. “I wasn’t avoiding you because I didn’t want to talk to you. I just didn’t want to spoil my surprise for you.”

Gundham tilted his head in confusion. “Surprise…?”

“Yeah. I wanted to show you that I really consider you a friend, And that I’m thankful to consider you a friend so I… was doing It the only way I know how.” Soda blushed, looking over at Hiko and Hajime as if to cue them.

They pulled the tarp off, revealing the playpen for the hamsters. Chiaki, wanting to be included, motioned to It like she was on a gameshow showing off a prize. This drew a laugh from Hajime and Fuyu.

Gundham’s expression softened, his face turning red. “Y-You… built that? F-For… Me?”

“Yeah. I’m not so great with words, But I am great with building things.” Kazuichi smiled. “Do you like It??”

Gundham bit his lip, he went to pull his scarf over his face to hide his blush but quickly realized his scarf was still chilling on the table from earlier. “Y-Yes…” Gundham turned to Kazuichi, smiling a little at the way his eyes sparkled with happiness. “Thank you, Friend.”

Kazuichi squealed happily and pulled him Into a hug without giving it a second thought.

Gundham flinched, but eventually returned the hug. Sonia smiled at her two dorks, happy they were getting along. She got up and retrieved the Devas from the table, putting Gundham’s scarf on again.

“Fiends! We must seek not the approval of the Dark Prince, But the Four Dark Devas of Destruction and Tickles!” Sonia mimicked Gundham again.

“The… what?” Kazuichi asked, totally confused as he pulled back.

“She renamed them.” Gundham explained. “But she Is right. Their opinion is what truly matters.”

Sonia set them down In the fish tank, And they began happily scurrying around through the different pipes and segments. They seemed to enjoy It.

Gundham smiled as he watched his pets having fun. “They like It.” He confirmed to his friends.

Though their friendship may not be typical, and It may be confusing at times. I have a feeling that this friendship will be one that’ll last. And Who knows? Maybe down the road, It’ll turn Into something more…?

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Peko Pekoyama x female reader fluff one-shot

Request: Heya, is it alright if I request Peko with a female, ultimate Zoologist reader who brings her to play with all the cute fluffy animals and helps them warm up to her? She deserves happiness

Coming right up! And yes!!! Peko does deserve happiness, gotta love her!

- Mod Kokichi

It had taken you forever...and I mean forever, to even get Peko’s attention. She was a very introverted person. She was diligent and dedicated to her job, which you knew about, much to her surprise. That was one of the things that actually piqued her interest in you in the first place. Peko didn’t want or have the opportunity to interact with people much in the first place, much less stupid ones, so when you quickly discovered she was Fuyuhiko’s eyes, ears, and protector, she was quite impressed, not that she’d let you know that last bit. She had, though, asked you how you found out as she walked back to her dorm one day after class, you trailing behind like a lovesick puppy.

“Oh, well my eyes are always on you, how could I miss it?” You let slip and immediately covered your mouth with your hand, cheeks heating in embarrassment. Peko paused her swift walk, and felt her heart skip in what she assumed was a reaction to this awkward confession, a crooked grin on her face. You both stared at each other, before she resumed, a bit faster than before, adjusting the sword on her back and leaving you behind.

“I have to go now, I have practice soon,” she spoke flatly, and you watched her as she left, scanning that athletic form and the swish of her uniform’s skirt as she left. Gosh...she was something.

In the coming weeks, you often met her as soon as she left each class, the automated bell tone chiming to signal the period was over. Anyone else would’ve been startled, but not someone as poised and disciplined as her.

“Peko!” You jumped off the wall you’d been leaning on silently for the past five minutes a little too excitedly. She stilled, Fuyuhiko gliding past her, looking at you both and scoffing lightly before walking down the hall to his next class.

“Y/N...again.” Her eyes narrowed. “Why aren’t you in class, don’t you have Civic Engagement this period?” Your eyes widened, and you smiled blissfully. How did she know that? You hadn’t told her...maybe she was paying attention to you, too? Maybe she liked you back? Maybe...no you shouldn’t assume things. You took a deep breath.

“I was wondering if you’d have lunch with me? I know you always have it with Fuyuhiko, b-but...uh…” She gave you an apathetic and absent look, shuffling her books to her other hand. “Nevermind. I can ask another time, I mean if you-“

“Alright.”

“W-what? Really? Well that’s...I didn’t think….okay, awesome!” You smiled widely, your feet dancing around wildly. She huffed, eyes closing in a small smile. You were kind of cute, she had to admit, so childlike and easily excitable, but she didn’t see why you were even interested in her. She didn’t do anything attractive to lure someone into a crush. She went to class, followed Fuyuhiko around, studied quietly, went to dueling practice at the school’s dojo, then went to bed. You hadn’t even seen her run any missions or small jobs for Fuyuhiko, so how could anything about her possibly catch your eye? She didn’t dress in any special way. She was a pasty girl with glasses. She didn’t feel insecure or self conscious about these facts, it was normal to her and shallow things like looks and attraction meant nothing, but she found your behavior unusual.

“Yes, I just have to ask my Young Master if he will allow my absence for lunch, or if he needs me.” She spoke freely, knowing you already were keen to her bodyguard role, and with no one else close by, “I know where you usually sit at lunch, I’ll be there if I’m allowed. If I’m not there a after a few minutes, assume I couldn’t make it.” With that, she walked swiftly away, not waiting for a response.

Oh wow...she was just...you swooned, walking to your locker.

When she approached Fuyuhiko in the stairwell minutes later to ask for permission, he just shook his head, sighing.

“Tch...how many times do I have to tell you? When school is in session, our professional relationship does not exist. Do what you want. You’re making it obvious! She knows, doesn’t she...Y/N?”

“Young Master, I apologize. I didn’t intend for anyone to find ou-“

“Stop calling me that!” He leaned his head down over the railing, making sure no one heard in the echoing environment of the stairwell. “Just go, have lunch with her, I’ll see you in last period anyway!” He huffed, taking a step down to make his exit.

“But Young M- ...Fuyuhiko, I should-“

“She likes you, yes?” She was caught off guard, a rare occurrence for her.

“That is irrelevant to the issue.”

“Ha...I knew it. Just go eat with her. I have work piling up so I’m skipping lunch to get that shit done, plus, sometimes she eats lunch with that other animal freak, Gundham, and I can’t stand being around him for more than five minutes once he starts going off about his demonic shit!” He gestured with his hands before descending the stairs.

Peko stood there for a second, thinking. Animal freak, huh? Oh yeah...she remembered your ultimate talent, the Ultimate Zoologist. That was another thing about you she admired, loving animals herself despite never being around them. She shook off her thoughts, mechanically turning and reporting to lunch with you. You’d be waiting, eagerly, she was betting.

You sat on one of the outside tables adjacent to Hope’s Peak Academy’s lunch room, full length glass windows providing a barrier to look from the cafeteria out into the courtyard dining area. You always sat outside unless it was raining, looking at the birds that flew in and ducks that took up residence in the one small pond in the courtyard. You sighed, unpacking your lunch and started to munch quietly. There’s no way she was coming, right? She’s always busy, and fiercely loyal to the Kuzuryu’s. You had to accept that, you told yourself, you had to just admit you had no chance of this acquaintanceship becoming more and-

You did a double take while looking around anxiously, and no, your eyes did not fool you. There was Peko, walking swiftly to the door to the courtyard, pushing it open with one hand, and looking to you, a tray of food in her hand.

“Peko!” Your smile was from ear to ear instantly. “You came! I saved you a spot!” You tapped on the bench beside to you. She approached, setting her tray down on your table.

“Looks like you saved all of the spots. Why are you eating alone? Isn’t Gundham usually here?” You paused before answering, yet again taken aback. How did she know that? For someone so aloof, who dodged nearly all of your advances, she sure knew a lot about you. You saw her crimson eyes looking at you expectantly, awaiting a response.

“Uh...yeah, but, he’s got cleaning duty in the room the animal handling club meets in. You know, scrubbing cages, picking up droppings.” You mimed a scrubbing action with your hands, before setting them back at your side, your fingertips brushing her hip accidentally before pulling back, nervously looking up at her. She blushed, looking away like that didn’t just happen.

“Yes, I know of that classroom. I’ve looked inside once, momentarily,” she spoke a little too hastily, evidently embarrassed. “Oh, that’s right, your talent is Zoology,” she spoke, pretending she just now recalled this off the top of her head and hadn’t thought about it in length before in her dorm, “You must be in that room a lot then.” There she goes again, bringing up something you didn’t tell her or mentioned in passing when you were sure she was blocking you out. You were starting to think...maybe she wasn’t so indifferent about you.

“Yeah...I’m there most of the day, since the academy wants us to focus on our talents above all else. But, yeah,” you fiddled with the hem of your skirt, “I’m no warrior like you, but I sure can tell you 191 facts on rabbits or the mating patterns of random pack animals!” You chuckled softly.

“Lucky you, all the animals I try to interact with hate me. Gundham’ s hamsters cower into his scarf when I pass him, Young Master’s sister has a little dog that growls when I even look at it,” her hands tightened into fists at her side. Was that jealousy you were detecting in her voice? It didn’t matter. To you, any emotion from her was better than the apathy she usually spoke with. She looked to you, realizing how intensely and easily she had admitted that fact. She usually didn’t talk about herself, and she usually didn’t want to. You caught on to her uneasiness, empathetically feeling her tug at your heart. She picked up the fork on her tray, digging into some kind of portion of a pasta dish sectioned off.

“Really? I wonder why that is. What kind of animals do you enjoy the most?”

“I suppose the cuter ones. Reptiles and fish are okay, there’s a koi pound at the Kuzuryu mansion that I look at sometimes, but I prefer ones with fur...small ones. Or, rather...I supposed as long as they are fluffy it’s okay. I just want to pinch their little cheeks and scratch their ears, but… I guess they just find me too intimidating...” she trailed off, opening her water bottle and downing a gulp.

“What? Peko I don’t think you’re intimidating at all! I mean, I suppose having to fight you or getting on your bad side would be, but just as a person, I think you’re strong and confident and a badass and attractive, but not...scary.” You spoke incredulously.

“Attractive?” She spoke, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, sure!” You quickly changed the subject, “I didn’t know you even liked animals, Peko. You should’ve told me a while ago, I can sneak anyone into the animal handling room, even non-club members,” you smiled softly.

“I...I don’t have time for that, and I would just stress out every animal in there. It’s better if I don’t.”

“Peko,” you placed a hand on hers, resting on the table, “I know you’re busy but...lunch still has quite a while to go before the bell, and I’m not too hungry. Let’s go now, and you can be done and back at Fuyuhiko’s side before you know it!” She quickly pulled her hand away, grabbing her phone in her pocket.

“I really can’t, I have commitments, and what if it takes longer than you thought?”

“Can...can you at least ask Fuyuhiko? Like text him or call or-“ you looked so dejected, she almost felt...sad for you. She wanted to go with you, she really did, but her wants didn’t matter. A tool of clan Kuzuryu is bound to an unbreakable oath. She couldn’t just flake on her duties. She sighed. Taking out her phone to text Fuyuhiko. Upon raising it up in front of her, a notification came in immediately, filling the top of her screen with a message bubble.

[Young Master - 12:17pm: You better not. I’m ordering you to stay away from me until tomorrow.]

Peko’s eyes widened, looking around at her surroundings. There’s no way Fuyuhiko could be close enough to hear the conversation without her sensing his presence or seeing him. She had a natural intuition for that kind of stuff. Her phone dinged again.

[Young Master - 12:18pm: Do you really think you’re the only eyes and ears I have? Which is WHY, I don’t need you always riding my ass. We have been over this. Bye.]

She stood quickly, throwing away her mostly uneaten food.

“Okay, let’s go,” Peko spoke plainly, and you stood, taking her hand and dragging her out of the lunch room at top speed.

You arrived at the door to the animal handling room, watching Gundham pass as he was leaving.

“Ah, Y/N, if you could treat those abyssal felines to their daily feast, for though they starve, I must away to class lest I be tardy and face that infernal woman’s curses yet again,” he crossed his arms rather crossly. You knew he wasn’t particularly fond of his ethics professor, a very irritable and unfair woman.

“Yes, Gundham, of course. I take that to mean you fed all the others. Just the cats left for me, yes?”

“Indeed. My greatest apologies for forcing this burden upon you, my dark accomplice,” he noted Peko’s prescence with a short glance, thinking you in her company was a bit odd, but quickly moving on. “Farewell,” and he sauntered off, the Four Dark Devas of Destruction looking out of his scarf back at you lovingly as he disappeared down the hall.

“He’s such a dork, but so kind once you get to know him,” you mused, entering the room with Peko following along. You always felt the need to speak on Gundham’s behalf or defend him, knowing most Hope’s Peak students unfairly judged him.

“His ‘dark accomplice’?” Peko inquired closing the door behind her as you both entered and you walked further in alone, disappearing into a back closet. She observed the many cages and pet toys, the racks of animal treats and stacks of books on animal anatomy and training. The sounds overwhelmed her, with clicks and squeaks and meows from every angle. “Are you two involved? He seems close with you, though he doesn’t seem to like...people in general.”

“With Gundham Tanaka?!” You shouted from inside the closet, obviously rummaging around for something. “Pfft! No way, he’s just a close friend. If I was his girlfriend I’m sure he’d be calling me his Goddess of Hell or Demonic Lover or some shit like that,” you laughed, imitating Gundham’s deep voice, “I’m honestly surprised I even earned the title of Dark Accomplice. Like you said, he’s not the most social creature.” You came back out, holding a decently heavy bag of what appeared to be cat food, opened at the top and ready for use. Instantly, the cats in cages, conditioned to know the sound and smell of an impending feeding, began mewling and pacing back and forth against the bars of their cages.

“Wow, they must really love you,” she noted their perky attitude upon seeing you.

“What? Nah, they really love the food in my hands right now,” you shook your head, approaching the first cage and opening it, the animal inside trained to not hop out and escape. It awaited impatiently in front of the small bowl in it’s cage as you filled it, Peko watching with an unwavering and envious stare. “I really do feel bad for these little friends...well really all of the animals on campus. Gundham and I take them out to play as much as possible, but seeing them in cages instead of in a loving home... kinda sucks. I guess it’s not all bad. Hope’s Peak has great influence over the country, so we get first call on local strays or abandoned pets, which is better than them going to a shelter or pet shop, I guess.” You sighed, scruffing up the cat’s neck before moving to the next cage. “They aren’t always treated the best elsewhere, but Gundham and I make sure this place is like a palace for them!” She couldn’t help but crack a smile at your trance-like grin, dreamily lost in your love for animals. “And also, we actively scout for potential homes for them, and vet their new owners before handing them over, so they go to a great home, and they don’t stay here too long!” You looked to her finally, noticing the tense posture, like a taut rope about to rip in two. Her fists were clenched again at her sides. There was obviously something on her mind, and it didn’t take a genius to realize what it was. “Peko, do you wanna feed the next one? You can pet her too!”

“M-me?” She stood at attention now, with a look of low confidence that looked so odd and out of character for this fierce swordswoman.

“Yeah, of course!” You opened the next cage door and let it swing open, gesturing to the cat inside, “this pussy’s all yours!” Your eyes widened. Why the fuck did I just say that?! You mentally screeched at yourself, forcing a pained smile with gritted teeth. You were lucky that Peko didn’t hear a word after ‘yeah’, her mind completely in go mode, excited to pet this damn cat and finally get to touch something so soft and cute and-

She rushed up to the cage, darting forth with the energy of a child, and loomed over the entrance with her hand out toward the small calico inside. The cat shrunk back immediately against the back of the cage, it’s spine arched up and fur standing on edge before hissing harshly. Peko reached out further inside the cage, you grabbing her hand.

“Ah, it’s probably better to not pet her when she’s that stressed. I don’t want her to bite or scratch you.”

“I see,” you let her hand go, and it fell flat to her side, her posture slouching a bit as she looked to the ground. “I suspected this would happen.”

“N-no, she’s just a bit shaken up by how fast you moved. Just like if a person ran at you and you didn’t know them, you’d probably be on the defensive, right? Here, let’s have you just feed her, no need to touch her for that.” You lifted the bag to her, and she, albeit a bit sluggishly, reached her hand in and used the plastic scoop inside the bag to get a hefty amount, and poured it into the bowl, the cat calming a bit. “See, you’re a natural. She’s already warming up to you.” She couldn’t help but smile at your attempt to cheer her up. You closed the cage, and allowed her to feed the rest of the cats in the row, before asking her to sit on the ground in the middle of the room.

“Why?” She inquired before hesitantly sitting.

“Did you like the cats?” You ignored her question, moving to the smaller cages on the opposite side of the room.

“They’re beautiful. I wish I had time to take care of one of my own, but the dorms don’t allow pets anyway, so it doesn’t matter I suppose.”

“What’s your opinion on hamsters?” She grew excited, crossing her legs on the floor and removing the sword from her back, setting it beside her.

“They’re cute! So cute! But...Gundham’s hate me. I’ve never pet one before.”

“Well here’s your chance,” her eyes lit up at your words as you removed a small, pale-yellow colored rodent from the cage, cradling it gently in your hands and sitting on the floor in front of her, closer than you’ve ever been to the great warrior. “Now, this little guy isn��t as well trained as Gundham’s, but he won’t bite, and he’s quite loving. Open your hands, gently,” she obeyed, opening her palms, her heart rate spiking. Her uncurled fingers were angled stiffly and sharply like claws, “gently…relax, he’s not even sweatin’ it, so you shouldn’t either.” She exhaled deeply, a bit embarrassed, and you let the little fur ball transfer into her pale hands, Peko gasping loudly.

“He’s so soft...and fat!” She grinned her signature crooked grin, putting him into one hand and scratching his ear with the other.

“Yep!” You laughed at the tone of her voice, loving this moment. It was amazing to see her at ease and happy, instead of the flat, emotionless expression usually plastered across her visage.

“What’s his name?”

“Oh! Well he’s newer. Gundham usually thinks of the names, but all of his suggestions this time around were stupid so I told him I’m taking custody,” you both laughed, with yours being more pronounced and hers more of a breathy snort out of her nostrils. “I think he kind of looks like Fuyuhiko, tiny and blonde. Maybe we should call him Little Fuyu or Hiko Junior!” You mused.

“Young Master would be very angry if he found out,” she spoke without looking at you, completely lost in this hamster’s beady eyes and tiny claws. You cleared your throat, a thought clawing at your mind at the mention of Fuyuhiko. You suddenly got nervous.

“H-hey, Peko. Are you and Fuyuhiko involved?” It was a fair question, right? I mean, she asked you the same earlier, “Like, on the side of your duties, a forbidden love unknown to his dad, Lord Kuzuryu, the great clan father!” You tried to play off the awkwardness with humor. She obviously didn’t catch on to that.

“No, of course not. That would be extremely inappropriate. It’s my job to serve him.” She let the hamster run across her thigh, it’s little legs scratching at her tights as she smiled down at him. Oh man her thighs....

“Oh, well…” you were about to leave it at that. No, it’s now or never. She’s going to go back to her duties then you’ll never get another chance like this, “Peko...I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me…” You looked to the ground, unable to face her. Her body froze as stunned by a taser.

“I can’t…”

“Oh,” you expected this response. “Are you, like...not into girls? If that’s the case that’s totally fine! I respect that.” You presented this excuse, hoping she’d take it, desperately not wanting to hear the gut wrenching truth that she just was not into you.

“No, that’s not the issue at all. I am just...Y/N, you know I have duties and lessons and not much else matters to me.” Okay, that didn’t hurt as much as hearing you were just unattractive and plain or worse, repulsive. But it still stung.

“I wouldn’t mind waiting for any spare moment you had, or even helping with Fuyuhiko to lessen you duties, if you would just give me a chance.” You felt like an asshole, guilting or pressuring her, so you changed up your stance. “Uh, you know what, it’s okay if you just don’t like me back, that’s totally your choice and you can say tha-“

“No, I do.”

“W-what?” Did you hear that right?

“I do...like you.” She unwillingly admitted, her white cheeks turning scarlet. “But, I owe my life to Clan Kuzuryu…” she brought the small rodent up to her face, placing her lips on its tiny head in a swift kiss.

“Man, I wish that were me,” you admitted, defeated. You had nothing to lose at that point. When Peko’s lips touched your cheek in a blur of motion, leaving a firm peck, you stiffened up, a chill running over you.

“P-Peko?”

“I suppose...just one date wouldn’t burden my Young Master too much. I’ll ask him tomorrow. But… if he says no, I want you to know it wasn’t my choice. I want to hang out with you, even in a date type of setting. I...enjoy your company more than I let on.” There’s that lopsided grin again, the habit of a girl who didn’t smile often.

“You’re serious? You’re not just joking around with me?” She handed the hamster to you, and you quickly put it in its cage and turned to her again.

“I don’t joke.” She said flatly, straightening out her skirt and reclaiming her sword as she stood. You held in a chuckle at her serious tone, leading her to the door.

“Okay, it’s a...potential date, then. Let me know?” She nodded in response.

“I must go to class now, I’ll text you with an update later.” What?

“How do you have my phone number?” You stood dumbfounded. She didn’t stop, talking as she walked away.

“Young Master has it, from that one time you had a group project with him. I...acquired it, just in case I needed it. Bye.” She rushed down the hall.

Gosh...she was something...

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destination-despairing · 4 years

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Sleep aid

Guess who wrote some Kuzuhina (hint: It was me and River) Read here on AO3

Fuyuhiko knew the signs of sleep deprivation. He'd suffered from it himself on more than one occasion and it wasn't exactly pretty.

Obviously he didn't care that Hajime looked about ready to collapse. Wasn't his problem. But he was sorta their leader and they needed him, and if no one else was gonna notice how bad he looked well... Fuyuhiko had to take matters into his own hands.

He felt stupid and awkward as he always seemed to when preparing to face Hajime, but he shoved it aside and knocked on the door to his room.

Fuyuhiko felt worried when it took a long minute for Hajime to come answer the door. When he did he looked down at Fuyuhiko like he was trying to process the steps it’d taken him to get from whatever he’d been doing to answering the door.

“Yeah?” Hajime said slowly.

“Geez, you look even shittier than yesterday,” Fuyuhiko snorted, more to deflect the fact Hajime looked pretty even exhausted.

“... Thanks?” Hajime sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can I help you or did you just stop by to insult me?”

Fuyuhiko actually felt kind of bad. He glanced away and shoved the bag he’d been carrying into Hajime’s hands, blushing horribly. “Here. I know sleeping in this place sucks but you have to eventually.” He hoped Hajime wouldn’t put too much thought into the gifts, which Fuyuhiko most certainly had. “I got your meeting with Makoto today canceled, told him you weren’t feeling well. They postponed it to next week.”

Hajime fumbled a bit with the bag, eyes going wide. “W-what?” He stammered. “You thought I couldn’t handle it?” He seemed to shrink on himself, shoulders falling.

“No!” Fuyuhiko said quickly, guilt twisting in his gut like a knife. “You’re the strongest person I know, course you could handle it. Doesn’t mean you should have to all the time.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” Hajime pressed his hand to his forehead and then let it run through his hair, tousling it worse than it had already been. “I’m not myself… Thanks for helping..” He lingered a bit with his hand on the doorknob.

Fuyuhiko tried and failed to not be slightly enamored with the way Hajime’s hair fell messily on his head. He imagined running his own fingers through it and blushed. “You gonna go try and get some sleep? Cuz I can take my gifts back if you’re not gonna appreciate them.” He joked.

“Yeah, sure.” Hajime gave a weak smile. “I’ll uh, see you later.”

That should have been the end of it, but…

“Did you want help?” Fuyuhiko’s blush worsened. “There’s some tea in the gift bag I could make for you, wouldn’t want you burning yourself or some shit with how tired you are.” It was a lame excuse and he knew it, but he was concerned and wanted to keep an eye on his friend.

Hajime looked like he was considering the offer. “If you like,” He stepped aside for Fuyuhiko to come in, something in his posture showing relief..

“No need to sound so happy about it.” Fuyuhiko rolled his eye as he entered the room, being snarky more so to alleviate his own nerves. He didn’t want to overstep and make Hajime uncomfortable, but the worry he felt outweighed his anxiety and pushed him forward.

He wanted to know Hajime was okay… Which was normal, right? After all they’d been through, they were friends and Hajime was their makeshift leader. It was fine to care, and he cared a normal amount.

The current hotel the Future Foundation had them set up in was nice enough that they got suites, there was a kitchen and a sitting room attached to a bedroom and bath.

Once they were both inside Hajime flopped onto the couch, loosening his tie with a huff.

Fuyuhiko pointedly ignored Hajime’s everything in favor of grabbing the tea out of the bag and escaping to the kitchen.

He knew now wasn’t the time to be… feeling things. Especially new things. He could explore that later, when Hajime was in a better space.

Fuyuhiko headed back out to the living room a few minutes later. He immediately noticed how Hajime had undone the top two buttons of his shirt which wasn’t distracting at all.

He sat on the coffee table across from Hajime and offered him the mug.

“Thanks,” Hajime blew on it to cool it and looked thoughtful a minute. “It’s really that obvious?” He asked.

“Nah,” Fuyuhiko let his tone soften. “No one else knows, you’re a good actor for someone going on… What, four hours of sleep in the last two days?” He guessed, raising an eyebrow.

“... Zero.” Hajime admitted, looking away quickly.

“Jesus…” Fuyuhiko shook his head and sighed. “What do you need? I mean this shit was just guesses.” He gestured to the gift bag. “Anything you need, I’m here.” He normally would’ve felt embarrassed at proclaiming that but… He cared about Hajime, just like he cared about the rest of his classmates.

He wasn’t gonna let him suffer alone.

Hajime looked a little helpless. “I don’t know, sorry. I’ve tried everything I’ve got… I just can’t do it.” He took a sip of tea from the mug, then leaned down to press the mug against his forehead, closing his eyes.

“Guess I’m gonna have to stick around until we find something that works then.” Fuyuhiko smiled slightly. “I’ve got more tricks up my sleeve if these don’t help. I’m the ultimate Yakuza, I’ll get you sleeping like a goddamn baby.”

“Thought it was ‘sleeping with the fishes’.” Hajime joked, chuckling quietly.

“That’s for the people I don’t like, and thankfully for you I do like you.” Fuyuhiko grinned at Hajime’s stupid joke.

“I’m grateful. Don’t know what I’d do without you.” Hajime said, leaning back on the couch. He winced at the movement.

Fuyuhiko noticed the wince and felt that worry gnaw at him again. He got up, draping his jacket over the arm of the couch and moved behind Hajime. Before he could fully register what he was doing he started massaging Hajime’s shoulders gently.

Hajime made an obscene sound at the touch and it made Fuyuhiko’s stomach twist. He was grateful to be behind Hajime so he couldn’t see the fact his face was scarlet.

Hajime leaned forward, putting his mug on the coffee table and giving Fuyuhiko more room to work. “God, please keep doing that…” Hajime groaned.

Fuyuhiko chuckled deeply. He didn’t have any intentions of stopping unless Hajime asked him to, and clearly he was enjoying himself. He couldn’t help but feel sympathy. The muscles under his skin were clenched tightly, like he was prepared for a fight that was never going to happen. No wonder he was wincing, if they’d been stuck like that for awhile.

Once some of the tension was gone he decided to take a gamble, slipping his hands under the bottom of Hajime’s shirt to massage his lower back.

A shiver ran down Hajime’s spine and he chuckled. “Your hands are cold,” He pulled away and passed the mug of tea to Fuyuhiko before taking his shirt off. “There. You can warm them up.”

Fuyuhiko froze, ignoring the fact that the mug was just a bit too warm and the longer he held it the more it burned.

Of course when they'd come out of the simulation things were different, they weren't the highschoolers they thought they were, rather adults. And Hajime of course had the Kamukura project affecting him.

Still Fuyuhiko wasn't prepared for those back muscles.

He suddenly felt very warm.

“Hey, careful.” Hajime took the mug away. “I thought I was the space ca…” he yawned. “..det.”

“Shut up,” Fuyuhiko mumbled, his face bright red. “You want me to keep helping you or not?”

"Not if it bothers you." Hajime set the mug aside. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything pulling my shirt off like that... I'm so tired I forgot how weird that would be, didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Fuyuhiko took a breath and carefully started massing Hajime’s shoulders again. “You think you’re the first guy I’ve seen shirtless?” He snorted. Yeah maybe the only other guys were in the locker room at gym but Hajime didn’t need to know that. “It’s fine.” He assured.

“Good…” Hajime nodded, then he laughed softly to himself like he was having some private joke.

“You know there’s stuff for a bath in that gift bag if you want to relax more.” Fuyuhiko offered. “No wonder you haven’t been sleeping. You’re probably stressed as hell with all the shit that’s been going on.”

“Shit never stops,” Hajime agreed. “I’d like a bath but I’m enjoying talking to you. I know I’m supposed to be sleeping but it’s nice to spend time with you.” He turned and rested his chin on the back of the couch, looking up at Fuyuhiko.

Fuyuhiko felt his heart flutter and put a hand over his chest to try and stop it. "Not like I'm going anywhere, we live in the same building." He mumbled. "Plus I'd.. Stick around. Anything you need, remember?"

"That's nice of you," Hajime yawned, leaning more heavily on the back of the couch. "I'd like it if you were still here when I woke up... if I ever sleep that is."

"I mean I can stay." Fuyuhiko mumbled. "Maybe it'll make you feel more at ease if you have a bodyguard." He joked, trying to ignore how much Hajime's words made him want to smile.

"Heh," Hajime chuckled. "Maybe I'll try that bath and then try this sleep thing again. You can kick around here if you want, I've got snacks you can steal."

"Nah, let me make myself useful." Fuyuhiko grabbed the bubble bath from the gift bag and headed to the bathroom before Hajime could say anything else. Rolling up his sleeves, he started the water. Once it got warm enough he let the tub fill, adding some of the bubble bath to the rising water. He actually let out a stupid giggle as a bubble hit his nose.

He'd have to thank Peko again for letting him borrow the stuff, he knew it wasn't easy to come by nowadays.

Fuyuhiko wiped his hands dry and loosened his tie a little as he walked out to find Hajime. He was in the bedroom waiting.

"All set for ya. Go relax, that's an order."

Hajime just stared at Fuyuhiko after his command, something unreadable in his eye.

"You okay?" Fuyuhiko asked, mildly concerned. He reached up to press a hand to Hajime's forehead, but his hand was warm from the water so it didn't do much. He frowned. "If you think you're getting sick from lack of sleep you need to tell me."

Hajime’s knees seemed to weaken and he leaned into Fuyuhiko’s touch looking weary.

"Woah there, don't go falling on me." Fuyuhiko wrapped his arm around Hajime's waist to help support him and brought him into the bathroom, sitting him down on the edge of the tub. He tried very hard not to be distracted by Hajime's chest, which was a losing battle. Still though he felt worried. Hajime looked exhausted and a little pale. He wondered if he should call Mikan.

Hajime seemed to take a moment to process the movement from one room to the next and eventually nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, I'm sorry... don't know what happened..."

"You're tired out of your mind is what happened." Fuyuhiko said with an unusual amount of gentleness. He pressed the back of his fingers to Hajime's cheek, looking at him with concern.

"I really am so tired..." Hajime said quietly, tears filling his eyes. He huffed and tried to scrub the tears away. "I'm going to get in the bath now," he said as he stood.

Fuyuhiko looked almost pained as he took a step back. "Yeah... I'll uh, I'll wait out here okay?" He really didn't want to leave Hajime alone, not when he was upset and looked close to passing out. He turned and put his hand on the door, then paused.

"Maybe I should stick around? Would hate for you to pass out in the tub and drown..." He offered softly, fully prepared to be kicked out.

"... yeah," Hajime said quietly. "Stay."

Fuyuhiko felt the tension leave his shoulders. He waited until he heard Hajime step into the water to turn back around. He undid his tie and the first few buttons of his shirt, the steam from the bath making him feel warm.

He watched as Hajime sank into the water, resting his head on the back of the tub.

"Thanks for using something like this on me," Hajime said, moving his hand through the bubbles. "I haven't done this since I was a kid."

Fuyuhiko sat on the floor, leaning back against the sink cabinet. "Yeah me neither," He smiled a little. "Peko loved the stuff when we were kids. I used to steal it for her. It was the one thing I could think to do to repay her."

"Cute." Hajime smiled. "Tiny little Robin Hood." He sank further into the tub as if to try and hide his grinning, leaning against the side.

"Fuck off I'm not tiny!" Fuyuhiko shouted on instinct, crossing his arms over his chest. He groaned a little. "Would you believe I was taller as a kid?" He shook his head slightly, annoyed at the truth and the fact he was telling it. "Was taller than Peko until she turned eight and shot up into space."

"Pretty unfair of her," Hajime replied, playing idly with the bubbles.

"I should've learned to use swords so I could cut people's legs off." Fuyuhiko grinned but it faded fast as he realized how horrible that sounded. He wondered if he actually did things like that, or ordered Peko to, leaving people to suffer in pain and despair for hours before they bled out.

He put a hand over his mouth and looked away, suddenly feeling a bit sick.

Fuyuhiko heard the water splash as Hajime moved. "... hey, this stuff is really rare these days, I don't think I should be the only one to use it up," Hajime said suddenly, worry seeping into his tone, "You could join me..."

"What?!" Fuyuhiko looked over at Hajime so fast he hit his head against the cabinet and swore loudly, rubbing where he'd hit. "J-join you?" His face was red and heart beating way too fast, his previous train of thought forgotten as he looked over Hajime's chest which was dripping wet.

He was so fucked.

"Whoa, are you okay?" Hajime hissed in sympathy and made a move to get up, but he seemed to think better of it and kept a good portion of himself still concealed.

"I'm fine!" Fuyuhiko said hurriedly. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to force himself to calm down. He was overreacting, he knew that. "Sorry, fuck just... Wasn't expecting the offer." He mumbled.

"Hey, it's cool, look." Hajime seized a nearby towel and quickly stood and wrapped it around himself. "You can just take a bath yourself, huh? I think I'm going to try to sleep."

Fuyuhiko felt... Disappointed. He shouldn't be taking advantage of Hajime in his sleep deprived state though, so it was good he supposed that he didn't jump in.

"You said you wanted me to stay with you, so I'm gonna. I don't need a bath."

Hajime shook his head. "You're so loyal... take care of yourself too." He reached out a hand to help Fuyuhiko up.

Fuyuhiko blushed and took Hajime's hand a little hesitantly. "It's not about being loyal, it's called being your friend and caring about you. Dumbass."

Hajime smiled. "You're still a sweet guy."

"Come on big guy, you really need to sleep. You're getting delusional, thinking I'm sweet." Fuyuhiko snorted and kept their hands intertwined so he could bring Hajime out to his bedroom.

Hajime seemed to have reached his limit, or at least his body had. As soon as he was close enough to the bed he collapsed onto it, not bothering to change into clothes or try to get under the covers.

Fuyuhiko shook his head fondly. He disappeared back into the bathroom for a moment to grab another towel, which he used to dry Hajime's off to the best of his ability without moving him. Once he was done he tucked the covers around him. He watched him for a moment, seeing his body move slowly with each breath.

Fuyuhiko brought a chair over to sit at Hajime’s bedside and reached out to gently stroke his hair.

He was grateful Hajime could finally get some sleep.

Fuyuhiko stayed by Hajime’s side as he slept, playing around on his phone, cleaning the bathroom, keeping the blankets securely around him.

When he heard Hajime start to rouse he got up and grabbed a glass of water which he set on the nightstand before sitting back down.

Hajime slowly opened his eyes. “Fuyuhiko…” It was the first word out of his mouth as he reached out for him.

Fuyuhiko felt his heart stutter and he was surprised it didn't stop completely.

He met Hajime's hand that was reaching for him and took a hold of it gently. "Sleep well princess?"

"How long?" Hajime asked, pulling Fuyuhiko's hand closer like a cat dragging a prized toy to its den.

"I'd say a good eleven hours." Fuyuhiko smiled a little at Hajime dragging his hand closer.

"And you stayed..." Hajime said happily as he pressed a kiss to Fuyuhiko's fingertips.

Fuyuhiko turned scarlet at the kiss and his heart felt ready to burst out of his chest. "W-well yeah. You asked me to, remember? Said you wanted to wake up to me or some crap..."

"Still, the whole day went by." Hajime yawned. "Mm... I could sleep more..." he admitted, squeezing Fuyuhiko's hand like he was afraid he'd leave this time.

"So sleep more, you probably need it." Fuyuhiko said gently, wondering briefly how Hajime's soft lips would feel on his.

"C'mere?" Hajime asked quietly.

Fuyuhiko slowly crawled into the bed with Hajime and hesitantly put an arm around him. He knew that feeling of desperately not wanting to be alone, of needing someone physically near. He could do this for Hajime, ignore the frantic beats of his heart and just be there for him. Hajime of all people deserved it.

"Now get some sleep." He ordered.

Hajime let out a small sob. He curled up with his head on Fuyuhiko's chest, fingers curling in his shirt.

"Hey it's okay," Fuyuhiko wrapped his arms tighter around Hajime, feeling a surge of protectiveness. "I've got you big guy, I've got you." He knew how stressful it was to lead, and he knew his experience was nowhere on the same level to what Hajime had to do on a daily basis. Of course he was burnt out and tired.

He wanted to ensure it never got this bad again…

"Love you..." Hajime muttered, wrapping his arms tight around Fuyuhiko.

"Love you too..." Fuyuhiko said, wondering how Hajime meant it, if he did at all or if he was still sleep deprived.

He ran a hand through Hajime's hair, curly from sleeping with it damp.

Fuyuhiko decided, as Hajime fell back asleep in his arms, that ultimately it didn’t matter. He cared about Hajime, so he would be there for him, whenever and however he needed him.

He pressed a soft kiss to Hajime’s forehead, and slowly drifted to sleep.

#kuzuhina #Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #hajime hinata #Dr #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa #sierra posting #fic

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drchiakinanami · 4 years

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Us (Fuyupeko)

Rating: General/teen

Summary: She doesn’t wake up for months.No one does, for awhile, but he wasn’t upset about that. The only thing that mattered was her waking up.

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She doesn’t wake up for months.

No one does, for awhile, but he wasn’t upset about that. The only thing that mattered was her waking up.

The pods were all in a circle around the main hub that the Neo-World Program, both victims and blackened surrounding it, looking as though they were sleeping peacefully.

Fuyuhiko sat next to Peko’s pod every day, to the point where the others were starting to get worried about him. Sometimes it would seem like she’d moved, even though that wasn’t possible- his eyes were just playing cruel tricks on him. He talked to her sometimes too, but that felt weird most of the time, so he ended up just being in her company most of the time.

Hajime joined him every once in awhile. It was sort of unspoken that he was going to be the ‘leader’ among them. He was the most level-headed, since he had a little bit of Izuru in him still, and his logical thoughts almost freaked Fuyuhiko out some of the time. He was so different than he’d been in the simulation. But really, everyone was different. Those were different people.

The days were long. Sometimes he’d talk to Peko, and tell her how things were going. “You know,” he’d tell her, “Sonia decided she wants to learn to cook. She’s never had to because of all that princess shit. It’s kinda funny. I think you’d laugh.”

He wished she would wake up and laugh. Or just stare. It didn’t really matter. It had been such a long time since he’d seen her eyes.

“You should really eat something,” Hajime said, feet kicked up on a stool he’d brought in from his cottage.

Fuyuhiko was leaning his elbows on his knees, watching Peko’s still face. “I ate this morning.”

“I meant eating with everyone else, in the hotel,” Hajime said gently, “It would probably be good for you to have some conversation.”

“We talk.”

“Yeah, we do.” Hajime said, “But I talk to Kazuichi too, and Sonia and Akane go do girl stuff together. You don’t really hang out with us.”

“You miss Chiaki, don’t you?” Fuyuhiko snapped suddenly, looking over at Hajime with a sort of anger he wasn’t sure even he understood.

Hajime’s eyebrows went up and his face took on a bit of a shield. For a moment, Fuyuhiko felt guilty for bringing her up and almost took it back, but Hajime answered his question anyway.

“Of course I miss Chiaki,” he said softly, looking away from Fuyuhiko. “I miss her every day.”

“So you’re saying if she was in a pod right now, you wouldn’t spend every moment with her until she woke up?”

Hajime blew out his cheeks. “I can’t say that I would or wouldn’t, but Chiaki wanted us to move forward. She would’ve… Probably yelled at me, to the best of her ability, if I spent all my time by her side when she wasn’t awake to know I was there.”

Fuyuhiko let out a short laugh. “I can’t imagine her yelling at anyone.”

Hajime laughed too, though it was weaker. “Yeah. Me either.”

****

Though he didn’t like it, Fuyuhiko took Hajime’s advice to heart and started spending time with the others. They didn’t seem to know how to handle it first, and Akane specifically asked him what his deal was, but he just laughed them off and tried to act as normal as possible.

But then people started waking up.

Gundham woke up first, shouting about the Dark Lord never being fully able to die, but he softened up real quick when Sonia started crying. Fuyuhiko looked away when he offered her a hug, feeling a stab of pain go through him. He noticed Hajime left the room.

Hiyoko and Ibuki were next, both of them disoriented and Ibuki far quieter than usual. Hiyoko called two people stupid once she woke up, so at least one of them was normal.

Fuyuhiko fell into his old habits when the others started coming out of their comas, sitting by Peko and praying to God she’d be the next one up.

Nagito woke up.

Nekomaru woke up.

Mikan woke up, apologizing.

Byakuya woke up, though none of them could say with one hundred percent certainty what his real name was.

Hajime left each event earlier. Fuyuhiko stayed later.

Mahiru and Teru Teru woke up too, leaving just Peko. And Mahiru was too nice to him about the whole damn thing for him to even yell at her or say something snarky. She should hate him, after all.

But more than anything, Fuyuhiko didn’t understand the order of things. Peko was the strongest person he knew, and he knew she could pull herself out of this. So why wasn’t she?

A few more days passed, and Hajime started bringing him food instead of arguing that he should be hanging out with the others. If anyone got it, it was Hajime. He went on lots of long walks by himself for hours, after all.

“You know, you should probably wake up soon,” Fuyuhiko said softly one night when it was far too late for him to even be up. “I can’t do this much longer on my own, Kazuichi is driving me fuckin’ crazy since Gundham woke up. He’s loud as shit.”

He heard a huff from beneath the glass.

His eyes grew wide. “Peko?”

The pressurized inside of the pod disengaged and the glass on the pod slid back. Fuyuhiko didn’t even breathe for several moments, leaning forward to stare into her face. After a few moments, she opened her eyes, staring up at him.

Fuyuhiko felt himself tearing up. “Peko?”

She blinked, opening and closing her mouth. She sat up a little, struggling to support herself. “Young master?”

Unable to help himself, he sat next to her on the bed and pulled her into a loose hug so she could get out if she wanted to. She was stiff in his arms for a couple moments, then wrapped her arms around his waist, settling her cheek against his chest.

“Do you remember what happened?” He asked her.

She nodded against his chest. “Everything.”

He let out a shaky sigh and pulled back to look at her, still holding onto her shoulders. Peko’s arms were still around him as well, and once she got a good look at him, she reached up and touched the skin under his eye with delicate fingers. He’d almost forgotten that his eye, or Junko’s eye, rather, had been removed from the socket, and he was actually needing to wear an eye patch again.

“Is it gone?” Peko asked softly.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s gone.” She snatched her hands back suddenly and sat up a little straighter. “My apologies, young master, I seem to have overstepped-”

“Nah, you can cut that shit out,” he said softly, cutting her off. “I don’t want you to call me that. Not anymore. You and me, we’re equals.”

She nodded, though she seemed unsure. “Then would it be alright… If I hugged you again?”

He didn’t even answer, just pulled her up against him once more. She sighed almost inaudibly and hugged him as tight as her feeble muscles would let her. Fuyuhiko wasn’t sure what he had expected from their reunion after all this time, but this was the best possible outcome, in his opinion.

“Do you want anything? Like some water, or something to eat? Or maybe you want to go back to sleep?”

She shook her head. “No. I want to get up.”

“Okay, yeah, we can do that. I can help, if you want. We could go down to the beach?”

“We’re on a beach?”

“Yeah. Jabberwock island. It’s real, we were just on a… Virtual one. I’ll explain later.”

She was wearing a thick grey nightgown, so Fuyuhiko didn’t ask her if she wanted to change, but he helped her to her feet and helped her drape one arm around his neck. Their height difference actually made it easier for her to lean against him. He led her down to the beach slowly, hoping no one else would see them. He wanted her to himself for a little while longer.

Peko sighed when they got out into the sun. She stopped walking and tilted her head back, letting the sunlight kiss her face. Fuyuhiko watched her, once more in awe of her. Not that he ever really stopped feeling that way. After a few moments, she felt him staring at her and glanced down at him, blushing lightly.

“I’m sorry,” She said, “Let’s keep walking.”

“No, we can stay still if you want to. I don’t mind. You don’t have to worry about what I want anymore, you know.”

“Ah… I’m not sure I can do that.”

She looked a little unsure, and he watched her for another few seconds. “Man, I fuckin’ missed you.”

She blushed, rather uncharacteristically, but Fuyuhiko thought it was cute, so he didn’t want to say anything drawing attention to it. Instead they just kept walking, down to the beach, and Peko started to direct him towards the water.

“Whoa, be careful,” he reached around to take her hand that was farthest from him. They were very close now. “Your muscles probably aren’t what they used to be.”

She sighed. “No, they aren’t.”

“Hey, don’t be discouraged. Nekomaru was bedridden for a day before he could get up. You’re already doing better than him.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,” Peko said softly, as though she hadn’t heard his last words at all. “In the end, I wanted to save you. I wasn’t expecting you to come after me, during the execution. It… Surprised me.”

“Well, you would’ve done the same for me.”

“Of course.”

He knew what she meant- he knew she was sincere. She would’ve done it for him even if she hadn’t been a tool. They’d been friends before her training, they’d grown up together. “No, like, I mean… Shit, I mean if I’d done it, killed Mahiru, it would’ve been to protect you.”

“My life is not that-”

“Peko, I would die for you.”

She blinked hard, like she hadn’t expected that and didn’t know if she could believe it or not. He kept eye contact with her so she would know that he was serious.

“Forgive me, young master, I think it would be best if I sat for a moment. I’m getting dizzy.”

“Hey, you don’t have to say sorry,” he replied, helping her to sit on the sand. She let out a sigh and sagged forward a bit once she was sitting.

He shifted a little uncomfortably next to her. “I… I would get if you don’t wanna be around me anymore, you don’t have to, but if you do, you don’t have to call me that shit. Just Fuyuhiko is fine.”

She turned wide eyes upon him. “Why would I not want to be around you?”

“Uh…” He hadn’t expected this question. “Uh, well, I mean, you were basically forced to hang around me and serve me. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do that.”

“Can I do that and still be around you?”

“Yeah! Yes! I just, uh, I don’t want you to think you owe me anything, or, shit, I don’t know, I just don’t want you to feel trapped.”

She dug her toes into the sand. “I don’t.”

“Okay, yeah… Good.”

“I feel… Happy, I think.”

“Yeah?” “Yes.” She cocked her head to the side. “I am also aware that we have done many awful things. I want to feel worse about that. For now, I think I am just happy to be alive.”

He shoved the toe of his shoe into the sand, watching it intently and trying not to smile. Peko didn’t often speak of how she felt, mostly because his parents hadn’t wanted her to feel anything, so it was nice to not have to guess what she was feeling.

“Hey, I wanna say sorry.”

She turned surprised eyes onto him. “What for?”

“For not sticking up for you more, when we were kids. For not forcing my parents to understand that I never wanted a tool. Because I… I meant it, you know, what I said before…” He heaved a deep sigh. “I just wanted you.”

Her gaze softened. “You do not have to apologize for that. When we were the ultimate despair, we were equal, I suppose.” “We were also killing people.”

She leaned closer to him. “We were killing people before that too.”

He laughed. “I guess you’ve got me there. God, we were fuckin’ stupid, huh?”

Peko rested her chin on her knees, looking out over the ocean. “Hm. I think… Perhaps, there is more to it then our intelligence level.”

He nudged her shoulder with his. “Do you… Do you forgive me though?”

She looked over at him again. “I would have given my life for you. Not just because you were my master.” That took him by surprise. “I never wanted that.” “Not wanting it doesn’t make it any less true. I very much would’ve done it. I did, in fact.” “That’s because-”

“Not because I felt an obligation,” She said firmly. “I did not.”

They sat in silence for a bit, just listening to the ocean and watching it. Fuyuhiko wanted to say something else, anything. He’d been sitting and waiting for her to wake up so he could talk to her. Tell her, you idiot, his mind screamed at him. He looked over at her, watching her, curled up in a ball. She was so perfect. He should tell her that, right? He sighed and looked away from her again.

“I feel like we’re both dancin’ around the real question,” He said. “I care about you. A lot. I don’t wanna live without you.”

“I-”

“I want to be with you in whatever way that looks like. I don’t want you as a tool, I want you as my partner in crime- or, no, let’s not do anymore crime.” He knew he was rambling now, but he couldn’t stop. “I just want you to know that I don’t know when I fell in love with you, I just know that I did and to be honest I think I might actually die without you. Doing life without you… In the simulation… Even if there weren’t any more murders, that was the hardest shit I’ve ever had to do.”

She didn’t seem to know what to say, so his mouth caught up with the nervousness of his brain and he kept talking.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to put on that pressure on you, that’s super uncool. You don’t have to answer right now, or ever, really. I’m okay with us just spending time together in whatever way possible, we can just… Yeah.”

She laughed. It was a real laugh, one that came from her gut, one that he hadn’t heard since they were kids. After a few moments, it died down, but he felt the reverberations of it for hours.

“That was… Very nice.” She looked at him, smiling. “I do feel… Strong feelings for you, as well. I never knew how to place them, and I was always told they were wrong. I suppose I am in love with you. I don’t know how to do that.”

“However you do it is the right way,” he said softly, ignoring how his heart was exploding and putting itself back together all at once. He scooted a little closer to her. “Cause for the first time… We get to be us.”

She smiled. “Us.” She seemed tired all of a sudden, or maybe just content. She leaned against him, head on his shoulder. “It will take some… Getting used to. I am very used to serving you.”

“I’ll be… Ahem,” he cleared his throat, “Serving you, every once in awhile. You deserve that.”

“Oh, I’m not so sure about that.”

“I’ll just have to prove it to you.” He tilted his cheek against her head. “I’m so glad you woke up.”

“Me too.”

The others flooded the beach then, pulling both Peko and Fuyuhiko to their feet and chattering loudly. Ibuki was crying the loudest, hanging onto Peko, and Peko didn’t seem quite sure how to react or where to put her hands. She was graceful with everyone who approached her, trying not to show too much emotion, it looked like, and finally, Mahiru stood before her.

“I’m sorry,” Peko said, her voice strong.

“We all did what we thought we had to,” Mahiru replied, and gestured to everyone. “There’s no blame on this beach.”

Peko’s eyes welled up with tears then, and she turned back to Fuyuhiko. They became the center of a massive, very loud group hug, and Peko was crying harder than he’d ever heard her cry. But that was okay. They were all going to be okay.

#fuyupeko #peko pekoyama #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #super danganronpa two #ray lu writes fic #kuzupeko

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danganronpa-21 · 4 years

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I always wanted to ask this. What are your headcanons about the couples' first kiss?

Oh boy, this is another one of those ones that caught me off-guard. Sometimes I have every intricate detail of their lives planned out, and other times... simple things like this get me.

SONDAM:

Building up to their first kiss was hard. Even if Gundham got over his whole touch thing, or at least learned to live with it, actually kissing one another was pretty hard. In fact, when they had their first kiss, I doubt that it was anything more than a quick peck. Even so, though, I think it was probably ridiculously cute.

As you might expect, the two of them were most definitely on a date when the kiss happened. I like to think it was one of those “in the evening walking her home” kind of things, with Gundham escorting Sonia back to her living space after their date. As you can probably guess, their date wasn’t exactly the most normal thing in the world. While they did do cute things, like reading books together at the library or playing around on the beach, they probably spent most of their date on the Fourth Island. Which, if you can remember circa Danganronpa 21, is still an amusement park -- but is now notoriously creepy, and nobody’s exactly sure what it’s meant for by Future Foundation’s standards. The whole point of them going to the library was actually to look at spellbooks and other books of that sort, and then go and practice rituals in the amusement park grounds. You know, typical couple stuff.

They probably stay at the amusement park way late into the night, with Sonia reciting the tales and cases of serial killers like ghost stories to spook both herself and Gundham. Since Gundham is Gundham, he’s not terribly frightened by them, but he likes listening to Sonia talk about it and see her eyes light up with interest as she tells the stories. In all honesty, he wonders about kissing her right then and there, but it frightens him more than her serial killer stories. He’s gotten a lot better at the whole touching thing by this point, occasionally holding her hand or even kissing it in greeting, but he’s not sure he can work up the courage to actually press his lips against her own. So he kind of dismisses the thought until it gets much later into the night, and he starts walking her home.

The walk back to Sonia’s cell is mostly quiet, apart from the two of them occasionally chatting about what a nice time they had. Sonia even briefly brings up what they should do for their next date, but they don’t manage to get very far until they end up in front of Sonia’s door. The rest of the Jabberwock prisoners are not awake at this time, but there is a guard standing at the end of the hall waiting for the two to turn in. They are ten minutes past curfew, and normally this would get them into trouble, but the guard who’s waiting sympathizes with them. She’s even agreed to keep their relationship a secret from her superiors, as the prisoners are generally discouraged from pursuing personal relationships. She simply turns her head and lets them finish up their night, not wanting to disturb them.

Gundham thanks Sonia again for the night they had, and he agrees with her idea of doing something like it again another time. He’s just about to raise her hand to kiss is softly when Sonia takes a step towards him, gently tilts his face towards hers, and presses a quick peck to his lips. He feels his face go bright red within an instant, and his eyes are wide open in shock. When Sonia pulls back, he notices the pink hue of her cheeks, too. He longs to say something, but she doesn’t give him a chance. She just says thank you again for a great night, and rushes into her room.

Gundham finds himself turning to look stupidly at the guard, who’s covering her mouth with her hand so he can’t see that she’s laughing at him.

KUZUPEKO:

Finding a way to kiss is hard. These two are so concerned about Peko’s whole “I’m a tool” thing that they choose to be careful about how they had their first kiss. Fuyuhiko was adamant about not forcing himself on Peko, and felt worried about maybe doing that by accident before Peko was ready. After all, her sense of self was wonky prior to them dating, and it took some recovery time. Of course, on Peko’s end of things, she’s pretty shy. She’s never been sure about being kissed, although she thinks she’d like it if Fuyuhiko were to do it to her. And with Fuyuhiko being so nervous about it, Peko will have to be the one to make the first move.

She’s not entirely certain how to do it. Not without completely making a fool of herself and/or startling him. It would be a lot easier to just pounce on it so she could overcome her own nerves, but then she would potentially startle Fuyuhiko or do something he maybe wasn’t ready for. And she would never want to do that to him. She wants their first kiss to be as soft and as sweet as possible. So what does one do about that? Well, she supposes she’ll just have to look for the right moment.

That’s exactly what she does. She goes out of her way to try and just take a normal moment, and make it special. The two of them are just having a casual date when it happens. To keep things slow and comfortable, they head down to the theatre to have a movie date. It’s one of the things they’re allowed to do while they’re still on the island, after all. In terms of what movie they’re going to watch, I honestly couldn’t tell you... but it’s probably something that was recovered or protected during the Tragedy era. We might even be able to say that maybe it’s something soft and sweet, like some of the Studio Ghibli films. Regardless, it’s something nice. Calming, but enjoyable.

Their time at the movies together is good. As none of the other prisoners or Future Foundation agents are in the same theatre as them at the time, they have the whole place to themselves. They get to snack and chat about the movie freely, easily enjoying their company together. They watch the film together the whole way through, and sit through all of the credits to pay proper respect to everyone who worked on the film. As the credits end and they gear up to go back to their rooms, Peko stops Fuyuhiko in the main lobby of their ‘prisoner dormitories’. There’s a very gentle look in her eyes as she takes his hands in her own, and in a very bashful, very soft voice... She asks him if she could please kiss him.

His response is a resounding “yes, of course, please”. Peko can’t help but giggle at how eager he is as she tilts her head to the side, and prepares to gently press her lips against his. All the while, Fuyuhiko’s face has gone beet red, and he’s squeezing his eyes shut because he can just barely believe it. He’s not entirely sure when exactly the idea of being kissed by Peko started to scare him this much, but it does and he waits in eager anticipation for his lips to be met by hers. When they do, though, it’s almost like a sort of a relief. Almost like letting out a breath that neither of them knew they were holding. All they can do is enjoy it and drink the experience in, wondering why they waited so damn long.

KASUHIRO/YASUJIMA:

I think for them, they absolutely had a dorky-sweet kiss. Since their relationship originally progressed within the span of six months before they got married and had Leon, I imagine they probably kissed pretty early on in their relationship. But they also weren’t exactly settled into being in that relationship, so it was pretty goofy-sweet.

I like to think that they were probably trying to be romantic with each other at the time. The big plan on what they were doing I think was performed by Kanon. I think she thought that a picnic date might be a cute choice for them, and Yasuhiro agreed. The two of them probably got together at the start of the date to make all of the food. They make egg salad sandwiches, cheesecake, broccoli salad, and a little bit of sushi. To drink, I imagine they bring along some sweet tea or maybe lemonade — because how is lemonade not a great picnic beverage?

They plant themselves down in a park and have a beautiful date, watching the world go by. They even stop to do some cloud gazing. It’s a really nice date, the kind that Kanon always dreamed of having when she was a young girl. Yasuhiro has a really great time too, but he honestly can’t focus fully on the date because he’s been working up the courage to kiss Kanon all day. By the time they get around to eating the cheesecake, Yasuhiro can barely contain how nervous he is. The palms of his hands are getting really sweaty and his face is turning red, and he’s just not sure what to do. Kanon is so busy enjoying the cheesecake and passing a piece along to him to even notice what’s going on with him.

It’s not until Yasuhiro notices some filling on her lips as she’s talking to him that he sees his chance. It could totally be a smooth way for him to kiss her. Trying to be suave, he gently turns her head towards him and leans into kiss her, holding onto her chin ever so gently... But he’s not thinking about the way he’s doing it, and instead of his lips meeting hers, the first part of their faces to meet are their noses. Hard. Yasuhiro smashes his nose into Kanon’s and immediately she starts cursing, demanding to know why on earth he would do something like that. Her boyfriend rapidly scrambles to insist that he only intended to try and kiss her; he assures her that he never meant to bash her nose in like that. They have to stop for a second to ensure that Kanon’s nose isn’t bleeding, but after they confirm that she’s okay... Well, Kanon asks Yasuhiro if maybe they could try that kiss again.

It goes a lot more smoothly, albeit more shyly, the second time. Nevertheless, it leaves them both wanting more.

NAEGIRI:

Theirs, I confess, I wrote in full a couple years ago. I’ll explain it for people who want a condensed version, but for those of you who want to read it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13135056

The short and sweet explanation, apart from the fanfic, is that the kiss was pretty impromptu. After a long day at work, Kyoko and Makoto were hanging out in the group’s Future Foundation apartment, when they got into a bit of conversation about wounds after the events of Future Arc. After having his nose broken and his ribs cracked by Kyousuke, Makoto hasn’t been taking good care of himself. He’s been neglecting himself in favour of taking care of everyone else, and Kyoko’s gotten fed up with it.

So she drags him to the bathroom to fix up his nose again, as he removed some of the healing measures when he shouldn’t have. The two slowly melt into conversation as she takes care of his nose, with Kyoko asking him why he’s so willing to throw himself into danger. Makoto sighs and explains that he doesn’t feel he can help it, for there’s so much in his life that he’s desperate to protect. He then goes on to tell her that if she had told him about her forbidden action, he’d have sacrificed himself for her in a heartbeat, as she’s one of those things he wants to protect.

She tells him that she knows, and that’s why she chose to die. This only makes Makoto more upset and he asks why, to which Kyoko answers that the world needed him to be alive... and she needed him to be alive even more. When he presses her for further answers as to why she could ever feel like she needs him, when she’s already so strong... and Kyoko admits basically what she said to Ryota: if it weren’t for him, she’d have given up hope a long time ago.

The two of them seem to pause, murmuring each other’s names as Makoto presses his forehead to hers. There’s a brief moment where they’re just looking at each other, and all of the sudden, Makoto gets the urge to kiss her. As much as his brain thinks he shouldn’t and that she doesn’t mean that she loves him the way he loves her... His instincts take over, and before he knows it, he’s kissing her.

And she’s not pulling back. She’s happy.

#danganronpa #sondam #kuzupeko #yasukanon #naegiri

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imaginedanganronpa · 5 years

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Hi! I only recently discovered your blog but I really love your imagines! I was wondering if you could write the V3 boys (+Souda and Fuyuhiko) with their fem S/O’s on their period? Thank you in advance :)

Hello and welcome!! And thank you very much! :) I hope you like it!

V3 Boys + Kazuichi Souda & Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu with Their Fem!S/O On Her Period!

Saihara Shuichi

You wake up with a long yawn and seeyour sleeping boyfriend’s peaceful face beside you, then quietly pull yourself out of bed while being careful to not wake him.

You must not have noticed the bloodstain on the bed because you didn’t feel any period cramps or notice the signs that it was your time of the month, so you start making breakfast for the two of you, blissfully unaware of your body’s internal clock.

When Saihara woke up to see that you were no longer beside him, and only a dark bloodstain was left where you slept, he jolted out of bed in a panic and started to storm through the house, desperately trying to locate you. His experience as a Detective clouded his judgement and automatically caused him to assume the worst.

He rushed by your side, into the kitchen, still half-dressed and not wearing a shirt. His face was flushed and sweat pooled on Saihara’s forehead as he pulled you into a relieved hug.

“Don’t scare me like that… I thought something happened to you!”Confused, you shook your head at him and he guides you back to the bedroom where you finally see the bloodstain and your eyes widen as you run towards the bathroom.

He could sense that something was wrong and knocked on the door, asking if everything was okay from the other side. Eventually, Saihara puts two and two together and then sits down at the kitchen table in ahuff.

“Oh, it’s just her period,” he says, thankful, and collapses. Whew.

From that point onward, Saihara did everything he could to make your week more tolerable and comfortable. He coddles you when your cramps start to become more prevalent and painful, holding you and rubbing your back to support you through them while softly whispering that everything was going to be okay.

He asks if you needed anything from the store, and even if you say no, he stocks up anyway. He buys your favorite brand of pads/tampons, anything he knew you usually craved, a heating pad, and pain relievers.

Saihara cooks for you and does all of the usual work around the house to alleviate your stress and movement. He does everything in his power to make this week a little bit less terrible. When you lay beside him, he rests his warm hand on your stomach and rubs small circles into your skin after placing a heating pad underneath you for your back-pain.

And even when you have mood-swings, he remains calm and doesn’t mind too much. Saihara knows that it’s nothing personal and will hold you when you’re irritable, shushing and humming as he tries to relax you.

When he has free-time, he cuddles up beside you and turns on one of your favorite movies to get your mind off of your period, and although he always treats you like royalty, he is even more sensitive and loving during this time of the month than any other time.

Ouma Kokichi

You’ve never really talked aboutyour period with Ouma because you weren’t sure if he would make fun of you ornot. You honestly wouldn’t put it past him, so you always keep that to yourself.

After all, you love him dearly but you know how childish your boyfriend can be. You hope that he would be a bit more mature than that, but…

It was an early Saturday afternoon and you were spending the day with Ouma, having a lazy weekend together. You must not have felt the oncoming cramps, or maybe you weren’t officially ‘starting’ your period so the pain had yet to come, but regardless you didn’t notice the small dots of blood on your shorts.

When you stand and Ouma sees the red spots, a smile twists on his face that he can’t contain. You glance at him and return the smile until he says, “Hey, (Y/N), you might wanna take care of that,” whilst pointing at your waist.

You follow the direction of his finger and your face changes into a horrific, pale expression. You shield yourself and rush towards the bathroom, becoming overwhelmed with emotions of embarrassment.

Ouma taps on the door and apologizes. Though he teased you at first, he gets serious and starts to become more protective over you, switching into his genuine parental, loving mode that not many people get to see.

While he does laugh at first, he starts to draw a hot bath and helps you get undressed, then sits on the side of the bath and helps clean you up down there. He holds your hand as you soak and let the hot water do its magic and alleviate some of your pain.

Ouma will do everything he can for you, but sometimes he runs his mouth which results in a one-sided argument. He knows that you’re moodier during your period but he doesn’t hold back when it comes to teasing and jokes, so you become frustrated with him easily and snap.

He just finds it amusing and only teases you ‘out of love.’ You know he loves you, though, because he’ll hold you when you’re in pain and try to rub where it hurts, as well as fetch any pain pills you may have in your cabinets.

To your pleasant surprise, Ouma is more considerate when you’re on your period than you thought he would be and does his best to help. He also likes having an excuse to kiss around your stomach and thighs, but you don’t mind.

And he tries making you laugh to bring a smile to your face since he knows how hard this week can be. Plus, he has so many questions so expect him to pester you with all kinds of strange remarks about your time of the month. You do your best to answer as he stares at you, wide-eyed.

He likes resting his hands on your lower abdomen, where the cramps are concentrated, and gently caress your skin. He’ll also surprise you by bringing home some of your favorite pleasure-foods and cravings.

If you ever ask Ouma to buy you pads/tampons, he’ll scoff at first but he eventually gives in. You think that he’s just trying to get on your nerves, and you knew he would end up doing whatever you say, because he loves you and he really does hate to see you in so much pain.

But he still brings up your accidental bleed-through almost every time you get your period afterwards…

Rantaro Amami

When your eyes fluttered open, youextended your arm to reach for your boyfriend, instead finding an empty bed. Once you werefully awake, you realized that Rantaro wasn’t beside you and you furrow yourbrows.

Suddenly, a wave of pain washes over your body and you pull your knees to yourchest due to the cramps, curling into a ball as you whimper and impatiently wait for the cramps to surpass.

Finally standing, you notice the small drops of blood on your pajama pants and groanwith frustration… it must be that time of the month again.

You hurriedly rush towards the bathroom but had to run past the kitchen to doso, where you saw your boyfriend cooking breakfast. Glancing over his shoulder,he smiles and waves you over. “Good-morning, love!”

But Rantaro could immediately tell that something was wrong and approached you cautiously. “Is everything okay hun?” He wedges his foot in the bathroom and peeks inside, and realizing that you had no other choice, you tell him everything.

“I got my period again…” You normally told Rantaro when you got your period because he always knew what to do. He nods with understanding and helps you change out ofthe bloody clothes and uses a warm washcloth to clean you up.

After he finishes breakfast, he asks what you needed and then promptly heads to the store where he stocks up on pads/tampons, your cravings, and everything your heart desired. After returning, he sets a heating pad on your stomach and a warm washcloth on your forehead.

Then, Rantaro takes his place in bed beside you and cuddles you gently. By now, he was a pro at this - he has twelve sisters after all, so he has plenty of experience with taking care of them during their times of the month and knows everything he should do.

He softly massages you and goes out of his way to care for you. He will rub anywhere that starts cramping and even knows the ‘hot water-bottle on your abdomen’ trick. He also makes sure to buy plenty of chocolate and sweets to satisfy your cravings and carries pads/tampons on him so that you always have them if you need it.

Rantaro was so used to periods by this point that it was no big deal and he never breaks a sweat, even when you’re acting irrational due to your hormones and mood-swings. After all twelve of his sister’s cycles synced up and he had to manage all of them being moody at the same time, he can handle anything.

He simply keeps a level-head and quietly listens to you whenever you were feeling angry or upset, being your shoulder to cry on.

But he will definitely wait on you hand and foot, and gives you plenty of cuddles and kisses to get you through the week. He is patient with you and is the best caretaker you could ask for.

Honestly, Rantaro is the best person to have around when you’re on your period. He even downloads a period app on his phone so he can track it and know when it’s coming, just to make sure that he has everything you needs when it arrives.

Kiibo

You weren’t really sure how totell Kiibo that you got your period. You didn’t technically have to tell him,but you bled through the night and when he saw you washing the bloody sheets hewould definitely have questions.

You were in the middle of doing laundry when your boyfriend walked into theroom and lovingly wrapped his arms around you. Of course he walked in as soonas you started stuffing the sheets into the washer, and you freeze in place.

It takes Kiibo a moment to notice the bloodstains and when he finally does, hejumps back and lets out a loud cry. “Ah! Holy… what happened?!” he exclaims, taken back by surprise. You whirl around and hold up your hands defensively, insisting that,“This isn’t what it looks like!”

He started berating you with questions and gave you little to no time to answer so you abruptly cut him off. “I got myperiod, Kiibo! That’s it!”

A bit embarrassed by your sudden outburst, you blush and lower your eyes to the ground while avoiding looking at him directly. His silence felt heavy as he took a step back and quickly apologized.

He started to rattle his brain since he’s never actually had to deal with this situation before and has absolutely no idea what to do. Kiibo hasn’t had any experience with women on their periods so he starts to panic.

“Uh… well, what do I do? Do I need to do anything? H-how can I help?” He offers you a sheepish grin in response.

Once he calms down, he’s very good with you. You tell him that it would be nice if he helped you out around the house so Kiibo does everything he can to assist you, though he is a bit rusty and ignorant since he’s never had to deal with this before. He has plenty of questions about your period and hopes he doesn’t come across as rude, just… curious.

He often starts to freak out when you’re on your period, especially when you get mood-swings. He always thinks he’s doing something wrong after you snap at him but he does his best, and he forgets that you’re a lot moodier during this time of the month. He always feels like he’s stepping on eggshells because he doesn’t want to upset you now.

And whenever you get emotional, he shuts down because he doesn’t know what to do… but trust me, he’s trying his damnedest.

Truthfully, Kiibo goes a bit overboard when you tell him what you need. He buys too many pads/tampons and comes home with a ridiculous amount of sweets and pain relievers, but he didn’t know how much girls needed! At least you wouldn’t run out for awhile, though.

He also uses his internal hard-drive to track your cycle, quickly adjusting to your period and gets the hang of it after a couple months.

Using his some of his functions, he turns himself into a heating pad and literally warms up to you to take away some of your pain, while Kiibo constantly asks you how you’re doing. He is a lot more careful with you when you’re on your period, treating you as if you are like fine China.

And Kiibo does a lot of Googling to try to learn more so that he can prepare next time, and be the best boyfriend he can be!

Kaito Momota

Kaito always manages to forget about yourtime of the month and still hasn’t gotten used to your cycle because you onlyrecently started dating.

Somehow, it always slips his mind. You didn’t know how he could possibly forget about it, but maybe he was just more blissfully oblivious since he isn’t the one who has to put up with it.

Regardless, you were feeling a bit moody and under the weather due to your fluctuating hormones. Now really wasn’t the time to bother you, and you unintentionally lash out at Kaito when he accidentally spooks you by coming around the corner too quickly.

He gets defensive and snaps, “Jeez, I wasn’t trying to scare ya, (Y/N)!” Then, your lip quivered as tears formed in your eyes. “I’m sorry… I just got my period and it’s my emotions…” you couldn’t finish your sentence before bursting into an emotional fit.

Kaito goes into a full-blown panic because he hates seeing you cry. “Uh… what am I supposed to do?!” He trulywanted to help but he looked like a bull in a China shop, storming around the house frantically trying to be of assistance.

He grabs every single pill bottle in your house and all of the sweets in your pantry which causes you to giggle. His arms were full as he drops them all on your bed and says, “Here! Take whatever you need!”

You also ask him if he’ll run to the store to buy you pads/tampons, but Kaito gets a bit defensive. “W-what? But… I’m a guy, and plus I don’t even know what to get!” He exclaims and you sigh, then tell him your favorite brand and write down exactly what he needs. He remains defensive and says that he didn’t want people to see him buying that, and you snap.

“They know it isn’t for you! And ladies love and appreciate when their partners buy them period products! Plus, if you’re embarrassed then imagine how I feel! It would mean a lot to me!”

Kaito blinks in disbelief, “Really?” He realizes how stubborn he was being and then promptly ran to the store.

After that, he is determined to make this week as comfortable for you as possible to make up for his stubbornness. He starts to ask you constantly how you’re doing to an almost annoying degree, but you can tell it’s because he has a golden heart and pure intentions.

Kaito becomes frustrated because he hates seeing you in so much pain and wants nothing more than to take it away. Being unable to do anything makes him feel weak, but he does his best to just be there to support you as your shoulder to cry on and alleviate some of your stress.

After he is able to relax and calm down, Kaito is a lovely partner. He quickly get used to your period and starts reminding you to change your pad/tampon frequently. The two of you also pig out and indulge in your guilty pleasures, as you satisfy your cravings.

He is a lot softer with you after awhile and becomes more parental over you. Kaito does everything he can for you to help you get through this difficult week.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

You knew that Korekiyo was more open and understanding than most men, so you never really hesitated to tell him when you got your period. He was never grossed out or seemed uncomfortable by the situation so you never saw an issue.

It happened one evening while you two were preparing for dinner, and you were in the midst of cooking. Korekiyo was your ever-so helpful assistant.

Then, your legs started trembling. You’ve been having warning-period cramps lately so you knew it was coming, and it usually sets on over time and doesn’t happen this unexpectedly.

He immediately notes you fumbling with the cooking supplies and furrows his brows. “Is everything alright, dear?” He tilts his head to the side kindly.

You ask him to take over and excuse yourself to the bathroom to take care of your business. When you return, you tell Korekiyo that you got your period out of nowhere and he nods sympathetically but wordlessly.

Overall, he was very calm. He instructed you to wait for him to finish cooking and that he would do the rest, asking you to simply take it easy for the time being.

Afterwards, he turns all of his attention to you. He is very level-headed and understanding of your mood-swings. He is always good to you, but even more-so when you’re on your period.

Korekiyo takes very good care of you. He was already a very patient and relaxed person so that doesn’t change, even when you’re irritable and snippy. It does hurt his heart to see you in so much pain, knowing that he can’t do anything to take your cramps away.

But he does make the week as bearable as possible. Korekiyo will run a steamy bath, with rose petals, candles, and a bath-bomb if you want, and then help you get undressed. He also often asks how you’re doing and checks up on you more frequently during your period.

It’s like he knew exactly what to do. He is gentle with you and listens to all of your vents and rants about your period and how you wish you didn’t have to deal with it, and Korekiyo tries relating to you.

Of course he buys you anything and everything you need. He also keeps pads/tampons at his house for emergency purposes, and so you don’t have to worry about carrying them around or forgetting them.

He will serve you hand and foot and do everything to ease your difficult week. There is no judgement in your relationship and nothing you say or do during your period makes him think any less of you. He is extremely understanding and knows what it’s like, so even when you’re emotional he’ll calm you down and rub your shoulders, and none of your complaints about your cramps or the blood is ‘too much information’ or could make him uncomfortable.

Korekiyo thinks that women and people with a uterus are so strong for enduring this painful month, and thinks the reproductive process is beautiful, despite its hardships at times. You just shake your head because you don’t understand.

“If you like it so much then you can take it.”

Gonta Gokuhara

Since you started dating, you’venever really talked about your period with Gonta. Why would you? It’s not likeit was extremely important to him; plus, you didn’t want him to worry about you.

Clearly you can’t hide things forever, though.

You didn’t even feel the first cramp or pick-up on any of the signs that it wascoming so you must have started bleeding without realizing it. Thinking nothing of it, you start pushing your way to the front of the fairly empty classroom to go to the restroom.

When you stand and brush past him, you apparently bled through. Gonta sees thebloodstains on your pants and lets out a loud cry.

“(Y/N)! Dying!” You furrow your brows and whip around to face him, then askwhat he was talking about. He twirls you back around and looks down, and you finally figure out what he must be looking at.

You knew you were supposed to be getting your period soon but didn’t know it would be today. Your facepales and you start to apologize frantically, then start working on calming your boyfriend down.

“It’s just my period.” Gonta looked confused and tilts his head to one side, so you explain, “Girls get their period once a month where they bleed from… down there, it’s totally normal… I’m not dying,” you say that last part with a small giggle.

However, he looked terrified, his eyes widening with terror. “Every girl? Every month?!” He looked at you in awe as you nod your head, then he quietly glanced around the room at your female classmates.

Gonta just couldn’t imagine it. He freaked out, but started to calm down. Then, he vowed to protect you or… at least take some of your pain and stress away. The symptoms of your period got stronger and that’s when your boyfriend got serious.

Anytime your period starts to roll back around, he makes a trip to the store and picks up everything you need. Gonta keeps extra pads/tampons in his home and carries them on his person just in case you need one, or even one of your female friends or classmates.

He does his best to be there for you when the cramps become unbearable, using his strong hands to deeply massage your skin and the tightened areas all over your body, taking away some of the cramps. Then, Gonta gets a hot compress to alleviate the pain even further.

He sometimes treats it as if you’re sick and will help feed you and insist that you stay put while you’re on your period. You lightheartedly chuckle and say, “Gonta, it’s just my period. I’m not sick and I can still walk!”

“No!” He responds, “Gonta want (Y/N) to take it easy!” His warm smile comforted you and you knew he was just doing his best. You didn’t mind him waiting on you, though, and tending to all of your needs. Your comfort and happiness were his top priority and he would do anything to make you feel better during this week.

All he wants to do is help, like a real gentleman would. He isn’t grossed out by your period at all and instead becomes fascinated. Gonta does a lot of research and Googling to try to find answers and ways to help you out even more, and makes sure to do all of the basics.

He gives you plenty of kisses, cuddles, and chocolate to make your period more tolerable, drowning you in even more love than usual. He always asks how you’re doing and promises that, “Period no big deal!”

Ryoma Hoshi

When you and Ryoma start dating, you are very hesitant to open up about your private life. He was such an aloof individual that you weren’t sure how he would feel if you suddenly started to ramble on about your issues.

But it happened when you were in public. You’ve had the warning signs that it was coming so you knew that you were going to get your period very soon, but you thought you had more time than this… or, at least, that it would wait until you got home; especially since Ryoma doesn’t go out very often and you wanted to enjoy your time together.

You were walking around the mall together when suddenly, you feel cramps starting to arise in your abdomen. They got worse and worse until you were doubled over in pain, sinking your nails into your boyfriend’s skin which caught his attention.

Ryoma is immediately concerned and sits you down at the nearest table he can find, then starts examining you.

When you tell him that it’s just your period, a faint blush appears on your cheeks. But to your surprise, Ryoma wasn’t bothered at all; his face remained neutral and he pressed his lips together tightly.

He was more-so worried about getting you the feminine products that you needed and alleviating your pain, so his mind immediately switched into a protective mode as he scanned the mall for the nearest exit.

He was quite calm and didn’t really care that you talked about it, seemingly unbothered. He even added, “That’s a normal thing that fifty-percent of the population has to deal with… why would it bother me?”

As he insisted that you didn’t have to worry, he drove you home, cutting your adventure short.

Then, Ryoma tends to all of your needs in the only way he knew how. He does what he can, though it may not be a lot. He shows little interest in your period and nothing changes to him; he was just the same old Ryoma.

But he does go out of his way to make you feel at ease. He is quite blunt and asks you, “You got pads/tampons, right?” You were a bit surprised by his sudden straight-forwardness. When you shake your head, he sighs, “well, tell me what kind and I’ll go get some.”

From then on out, he remained pretty blunt but you could tell that he cared. He checked up on you often, but his demeanor didn’t really change. Ryoma was more affectionate than usual, more concerned with your well-being, but his attitude wasn’t really altered.

He could handle your mood-swings and did his best to calm you down, bribing you with chocolate or other cravings you had to get you to relax. Ryoma just… didn’t know what he was supposed to do or what was expected of him, so he sometimes came across as a bit uninterested.

But he did really love you and hated seeing you in so much pain. He just didn’t want to stress you out anymore by showing signs of weakness, so he did the basics by rubbing the areas where you cramped and making sure you were taken care of, kissing your stomach and telling you that this week would pass soon enough.

Kazuichi Souda

You normally give Kazuichi a headsup that your period was coming but this month it sneaks up on you.

You wake up beside his smiling face and he presses a kiss against your foreheadlovingly. “Hello, beautiful,” he says as you smile into the embrace he pulls youinto. Waking up beside him was one of your favorite things and you were in such a peaceful mood that the warning signs flew over your head.

You both get dressed and pull yourself out of bed. As Kazuichi starts making thebed, he sees the bloodstain you must have produced overnight. “Oh, my God!” He exclaims before patting himselfdown. It wasn’t coming from him so he turns to you with an expression of complete shock and terror.

“(Y/N), are you bleeding?!” He panicked, his face contorting into a horror as he started examining you thoroughly. You were alarmed at first until you patted yourself down and put two and two together.

“Oh, it must just be my period.” You say calmly and nonchalantly, sounding a bitirritated. By now, you were used to getting it once a month but it neverceased to annoy you, especially when it surprises you like this. Plus, you feel bad for scaring your boyfriend.

Kazuichi breathes and calms down, collapsing on the bed as he clutches his heart, “I was really worried there for a second.”

He can’t really handle your mood-swings or outbursts so almost all of your fights happen when you’re on your period and he does his best to calm you down, although you can sometimes both lose yourselves in the irritability and heat of the moment.

Other than that, having Kazuichi around is a dream. He keeps you in a positive attitude and does his best to keep your mind off of the stress and pains, and take care for all of your needs when you’re cramping; his favorite thing to do is massage your skin to try to minimize your pain.

He’ll trail butterfly kisses down your stomach and hold you tightly, then place a hot compress to the areas where you are in pain. Kazuichi, somehow, is very good at this and you wonder where he must have learned all of these tricks from.

And if your cramps are particularly bothering you, he’ll run a hot bath and help get you both undressed, and hold you in his torso as your muscles relax and he places kisses on the crook of your neck.

This also gives him an excuse to eat as many sweets as he wants, satisfying both of your cravings, so it’s a win-win.

Kazuichi is always a bit embarrassed when he buys you pads/tampons, but it’s all for you and you’re worth it. He becomes a bit more bossy than usual but that’s just him trying to help. He’s constantly asking you how you feel and reminding you to change your pad/tampon. But even with your mood-swings and pain, he showers you in affection during this time.

Your period always seems to catch him by surprise so Kazuichi is a force to be reckoned with, but once he settles down he will take very good care of you. That’s his job, after all, and he’d do anything for you.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

You and Fuyuhiko have only beendating for a few months so you haven’t really talked about your period. It’s just not something that you want to bring up yet, unable to find an appropriate opening to do so.

But one afternoon, after school let out, you seemed to have no other choice but to bring up the subject.

While cuddling with Fuyuhiko, you feel an all-too familiar stomach cramp sneak up on you. Suddenly, your body becomes hot and you feel a sensation in your lower-regions… and you instantly know what was happening.

Flustered, you excuse yourself abruptly. Fuyuhiko sits up and extends a hand out to you, calling for you as he does. “Hey, (Y/N)! Wait up!” But you have no time to waste and instead hurry into the nearest restroom.

Of course, as hot-tempered as he is, he followed you and knocked on the door; but he wasn’t angry, just concerned and not sure how to express it. You could hear him on the other side and insisted that everything was fine, but he wanted in.

You crack the door and he gently pushes it open to find your blushing, embarrassed face. Fuyuhiko softens and tilts his head to one side, “Are you okay?” He asks as he rests his hands on your shoulders.

You groan and realize that there’s no way out of this. “Well, I… I got my period…” and then his already-rosy cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red as he realized his mistake by intruding.

“O-oh, fuck, my bad…” then, he started rummaging through the bathroom while saying that he thought his sister kept her own feminine products in here somewhere, but he wasn’t sure where.

After finding them, Fuyuhiko hands you the box of pads/tampons and steps out of the room as you do your business. He waits outside the door and pulls you into a hug once you step out, kissing your forehead and apologizing for his intrusion, emphasizing that he should have waited.

He then guides you back to a more private area and wets a washcloth as he helps you clean up and dampens your face, then gently asks if there was anything he could do to help.

The blood doesn’t bother Fuyuhiko one bit and he was used to being around this sort of thing, since his sister and Peko were both major people in his life. Perhaps that’s why he’s so good at tending to your needs.

While on your period, Fuyuhiko insists that he wanted to help in any way possible. He brings you your cravings and will run you a hot bath in an attempt to alleviate your cramps.

When you get moody, he can be a bit hard to deal with. You’re both more irritable when you’re on your period but he tries to keep a level-head and calm both of you down, being your voice of reason. He does his best to minimize your moodiness and tries being patient with you, bringing you into long embrace and holding you until it passes.

Smirking at your boyfriend, you tease, “Wow, I knew you had a soft side but I’m impressed, Fuyu.” This prompted him to shoot you an intimidating glare. “Don’t tell anyone about this…” he sounded a bit embarrassed, but you giggle and kiss him.

He really was just a big teddy-bear who loved you dearly after all.

- Mod Rantaro

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Title : N/A

Author : @brooding-basket-case

For : @sorrelartz

Warning/Rating : None

Prompt : a ‘shut up komaeda’ kiss

Author’s note : N/A

There he was, again.

Komaeda was stressing out over every simple, minuscule, iota of pointless details that no one in their right mind would ever even possibly notice without a strong dose of thorough concentration. He paced around the empty common room, wringing his hands in some sort of neurotic fit. Hajime felt like he had to do something – anything. Komaeda was such an enigma to everyone around him and Hajime was no exception. Yet, fascination overtook the brunet. Neither he nor Komaeda had ever been very good at connecting with people on a personal level; regardless, Hajime felt this inexplicable draw to his cloudy-haired classmate.

‘Ko?’

‘A-ah! Hajime, uh, what can I do for you?’

He hadn’t even realized his classmate had come into the room… This unsettled Hajime slightly, the blond was usually quite perceptive. ‘Ko,’ the brunet ask with a hint of trepidation that he regretted immediately. Even the slightest hint of hesitation was something the class knew Komaeda would pick up on it and use it to deflect. /Not this time/, Hajime thought to himself. ‘Are you alright?’

‘Oh, absolutely! Just wondering what the exam will entail, tomorrow.’ He put on his fake, yet endearing, smile.

‘We both know you’ll pass with flying colors, Ko,’ responding as nonchalant as he could manage, Hajime took a seat on one of the common room’s couches. ‘We can study together; if you like, that is…’

‘I, uh, I would like that – but you don’t need to spend time with me. Let alone /help/ me! I don’t deserve that kind of attention.’

The brunet shook his head dismissively and sighed with a frown, ‘c’mon.’

Without another word, Komaeda shuffled his way uncomfortably to the couch Hajime had claimed – yet he took the cushion one away from his classmate, leaving a gap large enough for at least two others between the pair. Komaeda fiddled with his hands; uncertainty filled the air between them.

‘So, uhm…’ He started, ‘what do you want to review first?’

Hajime pulled a book from his satchel and placed it on the seat between the pair; opening it up to the chapter they needed. ‘You tell me.’

‘I, I, uh…’

With a small chuckle, the brunet gave a weak smile. ‘I knew it, you already have this whole thing memorized and in the bag.’

He didn’t respond at all to the light jabbing. The other began to worry more than usual, at that. ‘Komaeda… What’s up?’

There was an excruciatingly long moment of silence between them. The air was so thick between them, that the green eyed teen started to worry that one of them, if not both, had stopped breathing. Closing the textbook, he shifted himself slowly toward the cloudy-haired boy. Komaeda wouldn’t like being touched; Hajime knew that, so he was conscious to not get too close. Yet, he gave him a reassuring smile all the same.

‘Ko, c’mon – we’re friends, aren’t we?’

Without hesitation he shot back, ‘I never said that.’

Though there was no venom in his response, it still stung. It was common knowledge that Komaeda was a self-degrading, self-made-outcast; everyone in the class knew that, that was his defense mechanism. Still, this statement made the brunet’s insides squirm a little.

‘You’re too good for me,’ Komaeda started softly, ‘all of you are – everyone in class is just so much more than I can ever deserve.’ The bleached-white-blond boy next to Hajime sucked in a puff of air, ‘you should leave.’

‘Ko…’

‘I’ll only ruin things for you. You’ve adjusted to the class. You don’t want me to bring you down with me… I’m a sinking ship. I’m usele—.’

Without thinking – as if a knee-jerk reaction – Hajime had slipped into the fight-or-flight, reptilian mindset and slapped Komaeda. He let out a surprised squeak that paled in comparison to the heavy gasp the assailant erupted with.

His eyes grew wide with pained and embarrassed regret, ‘Oh fuck!’ Hajime began. ‘Komaeda, I- I’m sorry – I, I didn’t, I don’t-’

But the blond reached over and placed a gentle hand on the other boy’s shoulder; stilling his stammering lips. ‘Don’t worry about me. I’ll be okay.’ And, with that, the fluffy haired boy got up from his seat with a slight smile. ‘Hajime, you’re too good for me – and you just proved it.’

Those words hit the brunet like a sack of bricks.

Hajime sat on the common room’s couch in stunned silence as Komaeda made his swift exit. His mind reeling. /What did I just do?/ the brunet thought himself before shaking his head and scrunching his face in internal conflict.

‘No,’ he whispered to himself, ‘he can’t make me feel like the bad guy just so he can get what he wants. That’s what he always does with everyone – it’s all a mask. A defense, that he throws up to protect himself and /those around him/.’ Hajime grabbed his things and shoved them into his satchel. ‘I won’t let him do this to me again. I can’t.’

Hajime bound out the common room, in a desperate attempt to find the lithe teen; the brunet whipped his gaze around – left, right, left again – nothing. Somewhere, somehow, during his life Komaeda had developed an impressive ability to simply disappear. Speed. Silence. Subtlety. Whatever his technique was, Komaeda had honed it into an art. Only natural for someone so afraid of developing relationships, Hajime supposed.

‘Komaeda!’ the desperate green eyed teen shouted down the hallways leading out of the common room. He knew there would be no response, but felt like trying anyway.

‘The fuck you yelling about?’ Fuyuhiko shot a dirty look toward Hajime as Peko trailed silently behind him.

‘I upset Komaeda and I need to find him to apologize…’ He replied meekly; telling himself that Fuyuhiko would give zero shits at the very least – either that or he’d shoot some sort of snide, bullying remark his way. Meanwhile, Peko would just stand there, silently intimidating.

‘Ugh,’ the shortest of the class rolled his eyes with a huff, ‘you two irritate the fucking shit out of me.’

Peko snorted at that before quickly regaining her composure.

Fuyuhiko shook his head and waved his hand behind himself and Peko, ‘that weirdo just passed us headed down toward the east courtyard.’

Hajime’s eyes widened a bit before he realized the little thug had just helped him. ‘I—thank you!’ He sputtered out before rushing past the pair, barely hearing Peko mutter something as he moved out of earshot.

‘Those two will kill each other with their stupidity, I swear.’

The brunet shook the comment out of his mind and kept up the mad dash down the hall toward the side-courtyard. However, upon rounding the last corner, Hajime slammed right into another student and was thrown down to the ground with a gasping huff.

‘Sweet Christ,’ a tall, well-dressed blonde let out in an exasperated hiss as another, more masculine, girl, having caught her, set her back upright.

‘Are you alright? I’d /hate/ for you to get hurt, Hajime!’ the blonde in question shot out in – concern?

Rubbing the back of his head, Hajime attempted to regain his bearings, ‘I, uh, yeah – I’m okay. Are you?’

‘Yeah, my smelly, little sister here is at least good for something.’ The blonde jerked a thumb back toward the brunette behind her, who simply shrugged.

Clearing his throat, Hajime apprehensively rose back up to his feet, ‘I’m sorry, but have we met? You know who I am, but I’m not sure if I know you two…?’

‘Oh gosh, how silly of me!’ the blonde giggled, ‘I’m Junko and this loser behind me is my sister Mukuro. We’re in the 78th class, just below you.’

‘It’s only natural you wouldn’t know us underclassmen.’ The one called Mukuro spoke quietly.

‘Excuse me; I believe the people were talking?’ Junko snapped back at her sister.

The boy flinched at their exchange but quickly did his best to return to a neutral composure – if this is how she treated her own sister, he definitely didn’t need to earn her ire. ‘Uhm, again, I am sorry for knocking into you, Junko – I was just in a hurry to find my friend.’

‘Hyak hyak hyak, sheesh, you’re totally fine, you goof.’ She shot a smirk that made the green eyed boy slightly uneasy. ‘Now, regardless, you say you’re looking for a friend? It wouldn’t happen to be Komaeda, would it?’

Her words shot through the air like poisonous darts and Hajime was once again set uneasy.

‘If that is who you’re after – I couldn’t imagine why you would be, though – he went off down that corridor we just came through. He looked like a maniac; all sobbing and ugly – almost reminded me of Mukuro.’ Junko smiled wryly.

‘Uh, I, uhm, thank you, Junko,’ the boy sputtered out as he gathered his things and moved past them down the corridor as quickly as possible; both to find Komaeda and to get as far away from Junko as quickly as possible.

The blonde peered around the corner after Hajime, curiously. Once the brunet was fully out of earshot, Junko smirked at her sister, ‘hey, pug-ugly,’

‘Yes, Junko?’

‘This is gonna be fun; I can already smell the drama.’

‘If you say so,’ Mukuro responded meekly as she collected Junko’s books scattered around the hallway.

‘Oh wait, that’s not drama, I smell; it’s just your B.O…’

Sprinting down the gilded, marble halls of the academy, Hajime finally made it to the double doors leading out into the east courtyard. The pristinely kept grounds were kissed by the sunlight overhead with scattered birdsong and the peaceful ruffle of leaves in the wind. It was pastoral, to say the least. But then the almost silent heaves of a crying boy ruptured the peacefulness. Komaeda was just out of sight – behind a mighty oak at the center of the yard.

The brunet’s heart jumped into his throat and he suddenly froze. /What does someone say at a time like this?/ He wondered to himself. Hajime’s relief at finding his gray eyed classmate quickly mutated into panic.

Hajime sucked in a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself, but it only made him more aware of his own breathing – one more thing to worry about. Shaking away his doubts – as best he could – the brunet took a few tepid steps toward the old oak tree at the center of the courtyard where he could hear the muffled tears. The whole way up to the tree Hajime tried to think of something to say or do; but nothing came to him and his sense of panic and urgency began to bubble over.

A branch cracked under his feet. He froze.

The soft crying stopped and Hajime watched nervously as a cloud of white hair peeked from around the trunk. ‘Ha-Hajime?’ Komaeda sniffled in trepidation – a mix of relief, worry, anger and dread washed over his face.

The brunet let out a soft puff of air that he didn’t know he was even holding in. ‘C-can I sit with you, Ko? Please?’

‘I don’t think you shou—’

Hajime didn’t let him finish; he quickly moved over to Komaeda and threw himself down against the oak tree and wrapped Komaeda in my arms. ‘Shut up, Ko. Just… just shut up.’

‘I-’ the blond began once more.

Pulling back from their brief hug, Hajime shot a fiery look up into his classmate’s eyes. ‘Ko,’ his voice was seeped in a desperate, pleading tone, ‘I wish I knew how to quit you.’

Komaeda grew a deep red blush and giggled a little at the reference.

Hajime shook his head with a small smile and pressed his brow against the blond’s. ‘That’s the smile I’ve wanted to see.’ He pressed a soft kiss to Komaeda’s forehead, ‘that’s the smile I /need/ to see,’ another kiss at the tip of his nose, ‘this is the smile I’ve fallen in love with. This is the Komaeda I’ve fallen in love with.’

Though Komaeda’s pale skin was still painted with a deep red, blush, the blond frowned – Hajime couldn’t tell if it was forced or not, but he told himself it was. ‘Hajime, I—you—we… Ugh,’ the boy was visibly flustered; something so rare, that Hajime had only ever heard of it happening. ‘You must have a fever.’ Komaeda tried to conceal a small smile, but he didn’t do a very good job.

The brunet couldn’t hold back a laugh. He fell back, clutching his sides in stunned laughter.

‘Wh-what?’ Komaeda betrayed his own intentions with that question.

Between recovering chuckles, Hajime managed, ‘You drive me crazy, Komaeda. But in all the best ways possible.’ The brunet settled his breathing and started to sit back up, but before he could make another move the cloudy-blond lightly pushed him back against the ground beneath the mighty oak and straddled his classmate.

‘Hajime…’

‘…Komaeda’

The two of them were silent for a moment; but, this time, it was a comfortable silence. One may even say… romantic?

Birds chirping overhead, a pleasant breeze filtering through the leaves, muffled sunlight making its way throughout the courtyard; the two boys gazed into each other’s eyes for just a moment longer, as if asking one another for permission. Not much longer passed before Hajime tendering placed his hands on Komaeda’s hips, which were currently settled comfortably against his own. The simple act of cupping the blond’s waist garnered a small, pleased gasp from said blond. Hajime quirked a smile, fondly watching his classmate’s face as it shifted through pleased emotions. Not even a moment of recovery was allowed for Komaeda’s frayed and surprised senses before the brunet slipped his hands under the hem of the gray eyed boy’s shirt. Yet, after this move, Hajime pulled himself back to the reality of the moment and waited for Komaeda’s reaction; verbal or otherwise.

Though it wasn’t long before Komaeda gave his response; the blond’s face twisted with several emotions for just a split second before settling on intrigued wonder and attraction – an odd combination, perhaps? But it was as one would expect from Komaeda, in this situation. Without another moment of hesitation, the cloudy-haired teen leaned down and lightly kissed Hajime, hands on either side of his face. A lingering kiss filled with mutual affection spread throughout their bodies for what could have gone on for an eternity, as far as Hajime was concerned, before Komaeda pulled back slightly.

Hajime couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the playful side Komaeda was showing. He leant up to leave a tender kiss against the corner of that devilishly alluring smile.

Komaeda needed hope.

Hajime wanted to be that hope.

–Excerpt from a fic I decided to start at the beginning of the exchange. Though, this bit is far and away from where the piece actually is, at the moment.

#komahina #komahina secret exchange #fanfiction

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Meetings Chapter 3- Skipping

Summary: Peko ditches the meeting and Fuyuhiko soon finds her. Finally, she begins the process of opening up.

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Peko still felt humiliated as the day went on, her mind clearing just enough for her to realize that the others would probably try to make her talk about her feelings that night, at the meeting. She knew she should go, that it was required and they would notice if she was missing, but...she couldn’t handle the idea of that specific meeting. Half an hour before it was time to gather in the hotel lobby, Peko left her cottage, sneaking out of the hotel complex before anybody could notice.

She walked to the beach, ignoring the pain in her joints as she lowered herself to the sand. The waves of the polluted ocean gently rolled against the sand in front of her and she watched them ebb and flow silently.

This was much preferred to the meeting, she quickly decided. The only sounds around here were those of nature; the wind in the trees gently rustling the leaves and the ocean water lapping at the sand slowly until it fell back again. It couldn’t last, of course, and though she knew that it would come to an end rather quickly, she still found herself filled with dread when she heard the distant tapping sound of someone’s shoes on the sidewalk. She closed her eyes, turning her head away as the sound grew closer. Eventually the steps turned onto the beach, the sand moving under each of the person’s steps until they stood beside her.

They didn’t move or speak at first, and Peko found herself hoping they would turn away. She knew better, though. Nobody here would leave her be, they were all far too worried about her to let her skip a meeting without making a big deal about it. She was just thankful they only sent one person after her.

“I do not wish to go to the meeting,” she finally said, still not looking at whoever they had sent to retrieve her.

Instead of insisting they go, the person sat beside her. It was only when he spoke that Peko realized it was Fuyuhiko.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to.”

They remained silent for several minutes, Peko eventually turning to look at him and discovering that he was staring out into the ocean.

“I’m sorry for getting so upset with you earlier,” Fuyuhiko eventually added, glancing at her for just a second before turning his eye to the ocean again, “I should’ve known better. I know you couldn’t help feeling that way and I should’ve kept my cool.”

“It’s alright. You were right in not allowing me to take my sword,” she said softly.

“I don’t want to have to allow you to do anything.”

“I am working on that. This...is a long process. I apologize if it takes me some time to adjust.”

“...you’re trying, though?”

“Yes. I would like to see us as equals, too,” she explained. It was the truth, she wanted to be able to look him in the eye and be honest with him and tell him how she felt. She knew she couldn’t tell him about her feelings for him until then, or he wouldn’t believe she truly loved him.

“That’s all I can ask for. I know it isn’t easy on you, I know my family really fucked you up and here I am, asking you to change your worldview like it’s nothing. But...remember what I said last night, about if you want to talk to somebody?”

“You said that if I want, you are willing to listen, or to punch anybody who isn’t,” she paraphrased.

“Good. Don’t forget it, okay? I know you don’t like talking shit out, but...it does help.”

“Thank you, Fuyuhiko.”

The pair went silent for a while, both of them just staring into the ocean as the sky darkened and the stars freckled the sky. It wasn’t until the others were most likely already at dinner that Peko spoke up again.

“Fuyuhiko?”

“Yeah?”

“I do want to talk, a little bit.”

“About what?” He turned to look at her, eye wide as he adjusted his position so his body was facing hers.

“The phantom pains. They are...very bad,” she started, “But...I do feel like I deserve them.”

“Why do you think you deserve them? Because you were coerced into killing somebody who’s already forgiven you?”

“...Partially. There’s also all the things that led to the simulation, though.”

Fuyuhiko was silent for a moment; he nodded as he stared at Peko, making the suddenly nervous girl look away from his intense gaze. Maybe opening up about her emotions was the wrong thing to do.

“We’re all paying what what we did, you aren’t alone. Being trapped on this island on our own with limited outside resources, forced to come to terms with what we did and the trauma of the stupid simulation is enough punishment. You don’t need to add extra terms to yours.”

“It is different for me, though,” she tried to explain, pausing for a long moment as she gathered her words. Fuyuhiko waited patiently, not pushing her but not backing down either, “There is something...different, when you are like me.”

“What do you mean, like you? We’re all remnants, as painful as that is to think about.”

“The rest of you...those of you who are awake already, at least...you did not choose to murder, when we had the memories of despair erased. I fell back into it easily, and deep down I know that I would do it again, given the chance.”

Fuyuhiko’s brows furrowed as she spoke. She took that to mean that he didn’t quite understand, but she didn’t expect him to. She was one of a handful of people on the island, but she always felt alone, isolated because of her choices.

“I...didn’t think about that. I mean, I didn’t think about how it would feel, being one of the killers. Maybe because I don’t think of you as a killer. The rest of us...we don’t see you as any different than us. We’ve all forgiven you and all the others because you didn’t have a choice, in the simulation. I guess we overlooked the whole...helping you forgive yourselves part of healing.”

“I did have a choice. Not having a choice is the excuse I used most of my life. Whenever I was asked to do something, I did it without question, and then to relieve the guilt about it I simply told myself I had no choice in the matter. I cannot keep using that excuse,” she said, voice tired.

“Okay, then...what about this. You made that choice because you thought it was the best one, at the time. You were trying to protect me, if anything you can blame me.”

That concept startled Peko, and she looked him in the eye for a solid moment as she tried to figure out if he was being serious. How could she ever blame him? He hadn’t asked her to kill, in that specific instance. Yes, she did it to protect him, to stop him from getting himself killed, but to blame him...was unthinkable.

“I cannot do that.”

Fuyuhiko seemed to get frustrated for a second, about to blurt something out when he got a hold of himself. Instead of expressing his thought, he nodded and let out a disappointed sigh.

“I know you can’t, not yet. Can we...work on you learning to forgive yourself, at least?”

She nodded, “I will do my best.”

“That’s all I can ask for.”

Their conversation seemed to end there, Peko turning to look back out at the ocean and Fuyuhiko doing the same a moment later. Soon after, the pair rose from their place on the beach, walking beside each other back towards the hotel, towards the others. Peko hoped they wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, silently begging them not to push her to open up about what had happened. She had done enough opening up for one day, with the one person she knew she could trust. Shouldn’t that be enough?

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[wereverse] intertwined. fuyupeko. babyfic

part 1 part 2 part 3

tws: labor and birth, because hey there’s actually a baby in this chapter! huzzah! not till the end though.

the first. chapter four.

Whoever made up the lie that pushing was the best part of the birth should be shot, Fuyuhiko thinks shortly after he starts pushing. He’s never been in more pain in his life. Between the pain of the contractions and the pressure building up from the baby’s head pressing on his pelvis, he’s pretty sure he’s going to die.

“I’m dying,” he cries to Peko after the first one. “I have to be. This -- this is what death feels like.”

Peko, gods bless her, just shakes her head and strokes his cheek. “No you’re not,” she says softly. “I can’t imagine the pain you’re in, but you’re not dying. You’re going to be fine.”

Fuyuhiko groans, rests his head on her shoulder once more as he sways a little, hoping to ease the pressure a bit between contractions. It’s starting to feel like they’re right on top of each other, coming fast and hard with little reprieve in-between. He’s glad now that he managed to get a few naps in before all this started.

“That was a very good push,” Mikan tells him. “A few more like that and you’ll be crowning.”

Fuyuhiko nods in acknowledgement, then moves his head to look at Peko again. “I -- need to be lower,” he grunts lowly. “Just a little bit.”

“Do you want to be on your knees?” She asks, to which he shakes his head no. “In a squat?” He nods yes. “Okay, we can do that.” Carefully, she maneuvers into the position he wants. She’s on her knees anyway, in the end, but Fuyuhiko puts his hands on her shoulders and keeps himself up, legs trembling, but staying upright all the same. Peko ignores the ache in her shoulders, because this is so much more important right now.

“Feels better this way,” Fuyuhiko sighs after a few moments. “Easier.”

“Good,” Peko says. “Do whatever you need to do.”

Fuyuhiko bites his lip, nods, and then gives another cry as the next contraction comes, bringing with it the urge to push. He follows the urge, listening as Mikan counts to ten and then instructs him to let up so he can breathe.

“Okay, Fuyuhiko,” she says after a few moments. “You’re about to crown. You need to breathe, and push slowly if you push at all, okay?”

“I -- fuck -- want them out,” Fuyuhiko growls. “I want them out now.”

“I know, but you don’t want to hurt yourself,” Mikan continues. “They’ll come, there’s nothing to worry about.”

He wants to argue, but when it comes down to it, Fuyuhiko trusts her and his body, and right now they’re both telling him to slow down. So, instead, he just nods, takes a few deep breaths and lets instinct take over for a bit. He’s still holding onto Peko, but his grip relaxes for a bit as he lets his body do what it needs to.

It doesn’t take long before an entirely new pain starts.

“Fuck -- fuck, holy shit Peko,” Fuyuhiko hisses after a few seconds of pain finally registers. “It burns, fuck that hurts --”

“They’re starting to crown, it’s okay,” Peko murmurs to him softly. “It’s okay. You’re almost there.”

“I -- holy fuck,” Fuyuhiko says once more, his fingers digging into Peko’s back. “Please tell me this isn’t how it is the rest of the time.”

“It’s just until the head’s out,” Peko says after a few moments of silence. Only afterwards does Fuyuhiko realize she’s only relaying what Mikan’s saying, because he doesn’t hear a word of what the nurse is saying. He can only hear Peko’s voice, Peko’s words, and it feels like Peko’s presence is all around him, holding all of him at once, and he feels more relaxed now than before despite the pain.

“Then this kid better get their head out fast,” Fuyuhiko growls low again. Even so, he doesn’t go against what Mikan and his body have told him, keeps breathing the best he can while the burning pain intensifies. He gives a sharp cry, and there’s some movement registered in his peripheral vision from Mikan shifting position, then Peko leans in closer to talk to him again.

“She’s crowning, Fuyu,” Peko murmurs, a tone of wonder in her voice, barely there but there nonetheless. They’d made the prediction a few hours before that their cubs were girls -- perhaps part of it was to spite all the rumors of boys, and perhaps part of it was Fuyuhiko’s instinct -- but this is the first time she’s voiced the idea that their cubs might truly be girls. “She’s crowning. I’m starting to see her head.”

At first, her words don’t really register, but when they do, Fuyuhiko looks at her with disbelief in his wide golden eyes. “I -- what?” He finally asks. “She -- really?” His thoughts are scrambled, and so are his words, but the meaning behind them is clear. “Can I -- can I see her?”

Peko looks over his shoulder at Mikan, who says a few things that Fuyuhiko can’t hear. She gets a mirror, though, and positions it before giving Peko the go ahead to tell Fuyuhiko. Gently, she tells him “go ahead and look” and he looks down, tilting his head at a comfortable angle.

There’s… not really anything that matches up to the moment a parent catches that first glimpse of their child. Fuyuhiko used to scoff and roll his eyes at the birth stories he read online when parents try to describe that moment and talk about how emotional it is, because he’s never been an emotional person. He can’t afford to be. He’s Yakuza. He’s a man. Yakuza men aren’t like that.

But right now, in this moment, he’s not just a Yakuza man. He’s a first-time father, and he can see his child, and there’s a rush of emotion so strong he doesn’t know what to say for a moment. Because he can see her, the very top of her head is there, and there’s so many things he wants to say but he can only manage one:

“She’s gonna have your hair.”

Peko laughs at that, a beautiful sound like the church bells at their wedding. “It looks that way, doesn’t it?” She agrees, her voice just as soft as his. She kisses him once on his cheek. “But she’ll have your eyes.”

Fuyuhiko sniffs, nods along with her words, letting the moment sink in before Mikan says (and Peko relays) to him that the cub’s at a full crown now. He looks back down at the mirror for just a second, imagines a beautiful little girl with Peko’s hair and big golden eyes and a dusting of freckles on her nose. A wave of determination passes through him, and he says “I’m doing this,” to Peko before following through on his body’s urge to push.

It doesn’t feel as fast as he’s told it is. Yes, it hurts, but it’s not the pain that lingers in his mind. He pushes again, and hears Peko give a little gasp.

“Her head is out,” Peko says to him, pressing her lips against his scalp for a moment. “She’s almost here. One more time, Fuyu.”

He resolves that one more time it certainly will be, and focuses all of his energy on the next push, a high cry leaving his lips as the pressure increases before his daughter’s body leaves his and all of a sudden he’s just had a baby. He knows as soon as she’s out that she’s out, even before Peko tells him, before he feels the hot tears rolling down his cheeks. Peko helps him pull his shirt off, and then there’s a tiny, wet, crying newborn on his chest.

Both she and Mikan help him lean back against the side of the nest closest to the wall, so that he can hold her easily. “It’s a girl,” he remembers someone telling him, he can’t remember if it’s Peko or Mikan, but after that it’s like the dam breaks and he’s openly sobbing, holding her to his chest.

Their heir is a girl. A baby girl, and she’s alive and healthy and loud. It’s not over yet, as there’s still the second cub to worry about, but for the moment, his full and complete focus is on the baby. His baby. His and Peko’s baby.

Peko curls around him and their firstborn protectively after the first few moments, and after making sure the baby is fine, Mikan gives them both the space they need for a few moments, taking the time to write down the necessary details about the birth.

They both know how important the moments after birth are for all of them, but it’s even more apparent now that they’re in the moment. This is what they’ve been waiting for.

“She’s -- she’s fucking perfect,” Fuyuhiko finally says after a few seconds of silence. “Is -- is she mine?” His voice cracks a little, and Peko smiles.

“Of course she is. Look at her, she has your nose,” Peko says, pointing out the cub’s features. It can be hard to tell with newborn shifters, but from her general appearance, they both figure she’s likely taken after her father’s species. Peko won’t say it, but she’s relieved. Wolf pups are notoriously difficult to deal with growing up, and she was no exception as a child.

Fuyuhiko, on the other hand, smiles weakly. “Yeah? She does.” He tilts his head to look up at Peko. “Is she supposed to nurse?”

“It helps,” Peko murmurs. She’s stroking Fuyuhiko’s hair again absentmindedly, but he doesn’t stop her. Instead, he focuses on the baby, instinct helping both of them while Mikan watches to make sure everything is going well. She latches on fairly easily, which is a blessing, and Fuyuhiko starts to purr without realizing it while she nurses and kneads -- yet another thing he’s read about online and never expected to experience. It takes him a little while afterwards to realize that she’s purring, too, a tiny squeaky sound compared to Fuyuhiko’s own deep rumble. It’s certainly not uncommon for this to happen, but it triggers another wave of emotion, tears dripping down his face.

“What’s her name?” Peko asks him after she finishes nursing and falls asleep. Fuyuhiko holds her close, but not tight, knowing that he’ll have to let go eventually when his labor starts again but certainly not wanting to. He thinks about Peko’s question, going through the list of names he’d made in his head just before his labor started.

“Yaeko,” he finally says. “Yaeko Kuzuryuu.”

Peko smiles again, leans over a little and strokes the newborn’s cheek with her thumb. “Welcome to the family, Yaeko,” she says, her voice soft and warm.

#danganronpa #dangan ronpa #fuyupeko #kuzupeko #fanfiction #my writing #fic: intertwined #pregnancy #pregnancy tw #birth #birth tw

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Fuyuhiko X Reader: Despair Disease

I got out of bed with a severe headache, but I still headed over to the restaurant. I groaned and then fell to the ground. “A-ah, not (Y/N) t-too!” I heard Mikan say before I passed out.

I then woke up in the restaurant, but something didn’t feel right. I looked around the room, and felt, entranced at Fuyuhiko. I grinned as my vision blurred at times. “(Y/N), Akane, Nagito, and Ibuki are all infected with Despair Disease.” Monokuma said, but I was still staring at a now flustered Fuyuhiko. “Akane has the Crybaby Disease, Nagito has the Lying Disease, Ibuki has the Gullible Disease, and (Y/N) has the Love Disease.”

Fuyuhiko nodded, “Figured that out quickly,” He said pointing at me, as I was still looking at him with half-lidded eyes.

“W-we need to k-k-keep them away from e-everyone so it doesn’t spread q-quickly.” Mikan stuttered out.

I spoke my mind and walked to Fuyuhiko, “ I think I should stay with Fuyuhiko.” I said with a giggle at the end, making the Ultimate Assassin seem nonexistent. Fuyuhiko looked away as I hugged him tightly.

“D-don’t fuck with me (Y/N), you have the Despair Disease, you don’t want to stay with me.”

Monokuma decided to butt in with, “Actually, the Despair Disease makes the person have thoughts and do things they wouldn’t with the person they love, aka, The Love Disease!” Then he vanished in thin air.

“P-please take (Y/N) away before I do something I shouldn’t.” Fuyuhiko said, walking out of the restaurant.

I groaned, “Noo, Fuyuhiko, don’t leave me.” I cried in ‘pain’ as Mikan and Hajime dragged me to the hospital.

-Timeskip-

I sat in the bed as Mikan checked my temperature again. “Am I getting better, Mikan?” I asked quietly.

Mikan nodded, “Y-yes you are defiantly bett-better then you first got the Disease when you a-almost…um ki-kissed Fuyuhiko.” She stuttered, blushing a little. I groaned and fell back to the bed,

“Shit, my reputation as a ‘A+ Assassin’ is ruined, now I’m know as a love filled shit head.”

Mikan shook her head, “Fuyuhiko k-knows you l-like him…”

I sat up and looked at her wide eyed, “HOW DID HE FIND OUT?!” I shouted at Mikan, making her flinch and cry a little,

“M-Monokuma said that y-you would only f-flirt with the one you love.” She said covering her face. I slumped my shoulders, and looked up as the door opened.

Fuyuhiko stood in the doorway, scratching the back of his head, “Is the dumbass okay for company?” He asked in his rough tone of voice.

Mikan nodded, wiping the few tears from her eyes, “Y-yes, we were j-just talking about you, I’ll leave you t-two alone.” Mikan stuttered before walking out. I fell back onto my bed,

“So what’re doing here, going to reject me? Call me a dumba- oh wait you already did.” I turned my head to the wall, trying to ignore him.

“No fucker, I’m here to talk to you about what happened a few days ago.” He said looking to the side.

“Oh, you mean when I lost my dignity as an assassin, when you found out my crush on you.” I groaned and shoved my pillow on my face, “Just get this rejection over with.” I felt the bed dip and the pillow was pulled off my face.

“I’m not rejecting your dumbass,” He then kissed my forehead, “I’m returning the feelings.” He stated turning his head to the side and flushed red. I smiled softly at the baby gangsta’s face, “You know you missed right?” He whipped his face around to face mine, “W-what do you mean dumbass?!”

I smiled and pulled his face to mine, making our lips meet. He tensed up at first, not knowing what to do, but slowly raised his hand to my head to pull us closer and softened into the kiss. I smirked against the kiss, and licked his bottom lip, making him tense up again. I laughed at him and pulled away, seeing him wide eyed and blushing super hard. “D-dumbass, don’t surprise me like that.”

I smirked and moved my face close to his, “Well, I am the Ultimate Assassin, so I might kill your lips without you knowing.” I whispered against his lips, watching as his eyes went wide and his ears got all red.

“A-are you still sick with that Despair Disease or somethin’ (Y/N)?”

I shook my head, “No, Mikan said I’m okay, I’m just surprised you like me back, baby gangsta.”

His eyes darkened and he pinned me to the bed, “Don’t. Call. Me. Baby. Gangsta.” He growled.

“I-is (Y/N) doing o-okay?” Mikan said, opening the door, and took in our position of him pinning me to the bed. She flushed red, “O-oh I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked, u-um make s-sure you use p-p-protection…” She stuttered out as she shut the door.

I looked back at Fuyuhiko, “Great, you scarred her innocent mind.”

He growled again, “You’re the one that got me into this position dumbass!”

I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him back into a kiss, “Well, she is going to leave us alone for a bit.” I said with a smirk.

“Want to make use of it?”

-Extended Ending-

Sonia looked worried, “Has anyone seen Fuyuhiko or (Y/N)?”

“Maybe they were killed!” Kazuichi said, “Well, they were last seen at the hospital, let’s head there!”

They then headed over to the hospital, “(Y/N)! Fuyuhiko! Where are you!” They heard shuffling and muffled cussing. Then the hallway door opened to a flustered Fuyuhiko with many hickies on his neck and a (Y/N) with very messy hair, not standing right, and hickies on her neck as well.

(Y/N) smiled softly, “Yes, is there anything you guys need?”

The rest if the group put two and two together and flushed darkly, “N-no, we just thought you were murdered…”

(Y/N) smiled darkly, “Well I did murder Fuyuhiko’s-”

“SHUT UP DUMBASS”

“Oh, so your talking about the ass yo-”

“I SAID BE QUIET!”

The group got the idea and left the room, not coming back for a few hours at most.

(I posted this on Wattpad too, so I didn’t steal another one’s writing)

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa 2 x reader #danganronpa goodbye despair #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #fuyuhiko x reader

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drchiakinanami · 4 years

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She Saves Him (HajimexChiaki)

I’m a little late to the party but! Here’s a little fic for Chiaki’s birthday! And it’s Hinanami because reasons.

Summary: Chiaki’s class holds an after school picnic, and she invites Hajime along.

Rating: General

Read it on AO3 here!

She had started asking him to play games with her because he’d seemed lonely, and he was handsome, too. His Reserve Course uniform was clean and tidy and he seemed to be ahead on all his studies, but she had sensed a sadness about him, seen it in his eyes. She wasn’t sure why, but she was determined to make sure he felt like he fit in somewhere. She’d like it if it was with her.

So he started bringing his own Game Girl Advance. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they didn’t. She thought that he liked it better when they talked, so she made more of an effort than she usually would.

“Sonia is organizing a picnic for my class,” Chiaki announced to him one day, not looking up from her game. “I think you should come.”

Hajime was quiet next to her and she thought maybe he hadn’t heard her. She was about to repeat herself when he finally said “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Chiaki. Thank you though.”

She scuffed her toes against the concrete, feeling helpless at his response for some reason. She really wanted him to come with her. “Well, it would be- more for me, I think. I don’t get along with my class too well.”

“Huh?”

“What?”

“How do you… Not get along with your class? You’re pretty personable.”

She lifted a shoulder. “With you, yes, I guess so. But it’s harder to talk to them.”

“The one good thing about being a bland Reserve Course student.”

She snapped her head up from her game. “Please don’t say things like that. I don’t think you’re bland at all. You’re my best friend, I think.”

She winced at her own words. It would be nice if she could say something that she meant without accidentally undermining herself. He looked up from his game as well, watching her carefully.

“You really want me to go to this thing?”

“I’d like to hang out with you,” she said, “And maybe it would be easier to talk to my classmates if you were with me. You know?”

“I think so… I guess you’re the class rep, so you have to go either way, huh?”

“Yes, I do. Or, I should. It would look bad if I didn’t attend a class event like that, even though the school isn’t organizing it.”

Hajime broke eye contact with her, staring up at the sky. He seemed to be considering it pretty seriously. After a few moments, he looked back at her and nodded. “Yeah, okay. I’ll go with you. When it it?”

She beamed up at him. “It’s on Saturday!”

****

Saturday came and Chiaki went all the way to the Reserve Course dorms to get Hajime, just so he couldn’t chicken out. To her surprise, he was already dressed casually for the event and ready to come with her when she got there.

“You look surprised,” he laughed, closing the door to his dorm room behind him.

“I sort of thought you would back out,” She admitted. “I’m glad you didn’t, though.”

He blinked, noting that she said it without adding ‘I think’ or something else to negate her own feelings.

“Yeah? Me too.”

Chiaki chatted nervously to him, a little bit of a spring in her step as they walked along. A very foolish part of her wanted to grab his hand so they could walk that way together, but she stopped herself. Besides, Hajime probably didn’t think of her that way. She could think of plenty of pretty girls he’d probably want to spend time with.

There was a wide open park where Sonia had decided to have their picnic, and Hajime and Chiaki were the last ones to arrive. The class had spread blankets out over the grass and were all sharing in the food that Sonia had prepared. Chiaki smiled a little.

“That does look kind of nice,” Hajime said.

“Yeah, it does.”

He surprised her then, by actually taking her hand in his. He smiled at her when she looked up at him, shock written on her face.

“I’m a little nervous,” he said softly.

“That’s okay. They’re nice!”

He laughs a little, and it sounds nervous. “Yeah. I hope so.”

Chiaki introduced him to her classmates, and aside from Ibuki giving him a very exuberant hug, Hajime got along well with everyone. Fuyuhiko and Souda took to him right away, which Chiaki could tell Hajime appreciated, even if he wasn’t one hundred percent sure what to think of it.

They all sat down to eat, and Chiaki noticed that Hajime was a little nervous, but she was still really happy that he’d come along. She planned on telling him that, too. Maybe later though. If she told him now, he’d just get all embarrassed.

“So, Hajime?” Sonia asked Chiaki later, when everyone had sort of split off to hang out in smaller groups. Chiaki looked down at her hands, feeling strange not holding her game.

“What about him?” She asked.

Sonia laughed, a pleasant sound that was light and tinkling. “You like him, don’t you? Don’t deny it! I can tell.”

Chiaki found herself twiddling her thumbs, just to do something with them. “Well, um. We hang out a lot, and play games together. It’s fun hanging out with him.”

“Chiaki, you can be honest with me.”

Chiaki bit her lip. “I like him a little. I don’t wanna scare him though. I’d be a bad girlfriend, I think.”

Sonia frowned. “Chiaki, I don’t think you give yourself enough credit! Any guy would be lucky to date you, and Hajime keeps looking over here.”

Chiaki glanced up, unable to help it, and made eye contact with Hajime, who was already looking at her. He smiled when their eyes met, and his cheeks turned a little pink. Chiaki felt her own cheeks heat up and smiled before looking away from him quickly. She did like Hajime, probably had since the moment she met him, but she didn’t want to say anything. She couldn’t ruin the friendship they had.

“He’s just looking over here because I brought him here, I’m the only one he knows well.”

“Yes, well. He’s just hanging out with Fuyuhiko and Souda. They’ve taken quite a liking to him, haven’t they?”

Chiaki laughed. “Yes.”

The sun started to set, and Sonia called an end to the gathering, saying she didn’t want anyone to catch cold, even though it wasn’t even cold outside. The others all helped pack up, and after lots of parting hugs the others left, leaving Chiaki and Hajme sitting under one of the trees in the park.

Hajime sighed, leaning his head back against the tree. “You know, I didn’t think that would be any fun. But it was. Thank you.”

Chiaki drew her knees up, not really feeling strong enough to look him in the eye after her conversation with Sonia. “I… I’m glad you came.”

“Mm. Me too. Your classmates aren’t how I thought they’d be.”

“How did you think they’d be?”

“I thought they’d… Look down on me. For not having a talent. But they’re kind of like you.”

“How am I?” She looked at him, without even meaning to. He looked down at her and smiled lightly.

“Kind. You think I’m interesting, even though I’m just-”

She shook her head, cutting him off. “You’re not ‘just’ anything.” He huffed out a laugh. “See, that’s what I mean. You never let me talk down on myself. I guess it still feels different when it comes from you.”

“Different?”

“I got asked to participate in this… Study. It was gonna change my life.”

“Oh.” She wasn’t sure where the change in topic had come from, but she also wanted to hear about it, so she didn’t question him.

“I… You, inviting me to this… You, really… Made me think twice about it. You always try to get me to accept myself the way I am.”

She scuffed her toes in the dirt. “I like you the way you are,” she murmured, tugging her sweater sleeves over her hands.

“I like you.”

He said it differently. Like it was a fact. Like it meant something more than just ‘I like hanging out with you.’

She turned her head to face him again. “Huh?”

“I like you. I want to be somebody who can stand proudly by your side. And today kind of made me think that maybe I’m closer to that then I thought. So I’m telling you… I like you.”

He was blushing, but he still watched her anxiously, waiting for her response. Chiaki felt warmth crawl over her own cheeks, and she tilted her head to hide in his shoulder. “I like you too. I’d like you to be next to me.”

She felt him let out a breath that he’d apparently been holding. A comfortable silence stretched between them until he finally spoke again. “Cool.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you… Do you wanna go out, sometime, then?”

She reached for his hand, watching their fingers twine together. “Yeah.”

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