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animeloverskylarmoon · 2 months

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Byakuya Kuchiki (Bleach) Short Story: Chapter 6 - Final

“Those human activities are foolish. The festival is pointless.”

They’d made the unfortunate mistake of coming to Karakura during Valentine’s Day.

“I-I actually think it’s kind of cute.” You mumble.

“Of course. Let’s go immediately.”

“You were just saying it was stupid!!” Ichigo protests in annoyance. Renji just rubs his neck awkwardly, because he’d been witnessing this for the last few weeks.

~Flashback~

“Why would you bring me these sakura blossoms, Renji, get rid of them.”

“They are actually from me.” You spoke meekly.

“I’ll treasure them forever. Make sure that nothing happens to them, Renji.”

“H-Hai Taicho!!”

Another instance they were just having a meal.

“Feeding each other in public, what a childish activity.”

Byakuya commented as Renji nodded in agreement, watching a couple in the table next to them feed each other. Just then you came running over with a pair of chopsticks and a small bowl of food. Taking a seat, you separated the chopsticks, picking up the piece of radish.

“Say ahh Kuchiki-taicho!”

He just opened his mouth as you fed him happily.

Renji sweatdropped.

“It’s like he turns into a puppy when she makes a request.” Renji thought.

It’s safe to say that Byakuya becomes quite tamed when you’re around. It’s almost funny to watch.

It’s nice to have some time off missions.

Just relaxation.

Byakuya had invited you to his manor. It was a bit nerve wracking. But the second you saw him, all that anxiousness seemed to fall away.

The both of you had found a comfortable spot at the back of his place. A perfect view of the sky and his little pond. It’s then that you go on about all the interesting activities in the world of the living. It’s not often that you get to go, but when you do, there always seems to be something interesting happening.

You can go on and on forever, but you’re more interested in Byakuya’s ideas.

“Kuchiki-taicho, I feel as though we’ve only been doing things that I like. What do you want to do?”

You stare at him cutely, and Byakuya looks away. Now that you’re settled in his manor in the cool air of the afternoon, he seems to be more aware of a lot of things. The quiet. Your smile. The innocence you display. He assumed that you had very little experience when it comes to relationships.

It appears he was right.

“I should be more patient.”

He’s just gotten you to feel comfortable in this position. He doesn’t want to scare you off by being too eager.

“Whatever you’d like to do is fine with me.”

You tilt your head.

“That’s not much of an answer. You’re just saying you want to do more of the things that I like.” You puff your cheeks, and he just closes his eyes.

“I don’t have any particular requests.”

A blatant lie.

You hum, kicking your feet back and forth that are hanging off the small opening as you both enjoy the sunset. Glancing over at him again, you take in the way the sun seems to illuminate his blue eyes.

“Maybe not really blue..”

Now that you look closer, it might actually be a different color.

“What color are your eyes?”

He turns.

“What.”

“Your eyes, what color are they?”

He’s a little puzzled by the randomness of the question, but answers regardless.

“They're gray.”

“Really?”

You shift a bit closer, peering at him.

“That’s crazy, I always thought they were blue. You know you and Rukia have the same kind of stare sometimes. Last week she was lecturing Ichigo and I swear she reminded me of you. It’s really funny how much alike you are.”

“I suppose there are some similarities.”

“Mhmm!”

You sound proud that you’ve made the observation.

Your attention shifts back to the sky.

“That time when you reminded me about when I healed you, everything you said made sense. I was scared. Terrified. You might not know this but I’ve always admired you.”

Now you have his full attention.

“Everyone used to say that you were heartless. Your status as a noble was all anyone ever saw. For a time, that's what I thought too. But I heard about what you did. You were hurt and you still protected Rukia. You could have died. I know that there must have been a lot that you regretted when they told you that she was supposed to be executed. But in the end, you made the right choice. You choose family. Since then you’ve always protected her. I admire that. I admire you Byakuya.”

To say he was speechless would be too little an expression.

“How do I keep my resolve when she looks at me that way..”

He was literally teetering on the edge.

Screw holding back.

“I would like to hold you tonight (Y/N)-san.”

The statement takes a minute to process. He can literally see the bars loading as you try to decipher his statement like you’re solving an equation.

“Eh? Hold me?”

He moves closer, and when he scopes you right off your feet and plants you into his lap, you stammer, hands scrambling as you grab onto his cloak. You look up and his stare has you frozen.

“Please let me hold you.”

His hand lays on your waist and suddenly you’re conscious of a lot. His hold, those eyes.

That request.

It dawns on you that he might have been holding back when you made the request earlier.

“K-Kuchiki-”

He hugs you, and your eyes grow wide.

“Say my name, like you did before. Please.”

You gulp, clutching onto his robes when he buries his face into your shoulder, inhaling softly.

It’s obvious that Byakuya is a lot more clingy than you initially thought. Obviously there are sides to this man that no one knows about. Because if you told anyone of this encounter, they would definitely not believe a word of it.

“B-Byakuya..”

You whimper when he leaves a kiss against your skin. His lips move higher, and when he nips at your ear, you let out a soft mewl.

“Say it again. I want to hear it.”

Your body is trembling by how delightful it feels. How arousing the request is. You’re way too close to hide anything from him. Surely he can feel the racing of your heart that’s pressed so tightly to his chest.

“Bya..kuya..”

You could barely get the words out because he was still leaving light kisses on your skin.

It’s at this moment that you realize how oblivious you’ve been. This man has literally been married already so that definitely means…

Steam pours out of your ears.

“I’m not going to make it!!”

Surely you won’t.

~Omake~

You should know by now that Byakuya is a very literal person.

When he said held, apparently thats what he meant.

His arms are wrapped around your body, your back press to his front.

Cheeks on fire.

"HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO GET ANY SLEEP LIKE THIS!!"

This is torture.

#byakuyainlove #humor #fluff #bleach #byakuya kuchiki #care #byakuya x reader #love #trust #soul scoiety #gotei13

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northlight14 · 1 year

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Danganronpa V1 characters encountering a spider🕷️

Hiro: screaming like there’s no tomorrow, praying to whatever is out there and is frozen in place, refusing to move until the spier leaves or someone comes to save him

Junko: loves bungs because of the despair they bring to both her and other people. Was the kid who used to burn ants with a magnifying glass

Celeste: loves spiders. Has a pet tarantula. A truly unbothered queen

Sakura: calmly picks up the spider and places it outside

Hifumi: also screaming for help. If the spider goes on one of his anime figures, he will be going through the five stages of grief

Mondo: throwing anything and everything at the spider in an attempt to kill it. Fucking terrified

Chihiro: scared but will leave the spider alone and let it do it’s thing

Taka: terrified and wants it out of his room as fast as possible but also doesn’t want to kill it, harm it in any way or touch it really. It’s a real issue every time that usually ends in him calling for Mondo and him screaming at him to not kill it

Byakuya: “you’re all such babies. Who would be scared of a little thing like a spider?🙄” “there’s a spider in your hair.” “OH MY GOD GET IT OFF!!!!!”

Toko: either finds spiders interesting or hates them. If it’s the latter, she’s calling for Byakuya to get rid of it who just ends up joining her on the highest surface to try and escape it

Genocide Jill: loves spiders, thinks they’re cool as heck. Especially the poisonous ones. Her favourite spider is the black widow

Leon: grabbing his baseball bat and is going on a mission. Any property damage done in the process was a necessary casualty

Sayaka: jumping on the nearest table and screaming for help. However, she will also demand that the person who came to her rescue doesn’t kill the spider and just takes it outside

Makoto: shaking so much while getting it under a cup and a bit of paper underneath. If the spider moves, he will scream

Kyoko: literally touches dead bodies for a living. She’s picking it up and taking it outside while judging everyone

Hina: challenging that spider to a battle and going on a killing mission. Whatever was closest to her at the time is her weapon

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cyberxilophone · 10 months

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Hope brings all people together, right? Is there such a thing as too much hope? That's what Hajime Hinata wonders when a sudden weight gain epidemic hits the students of Jabberwock Island following Monokuma's disappearance...

(CW: Weight Gain, immobility, general obesity)

CHAPTER 1 DAYTIME - Level 2

“Hajime, what do you think of this?”

While being stuck in a room with Teruteru inside was close to being as bad as being mauled by a Monobeast, Hajime knew that a situation like this could not go unchecked.

It all started this morning. When dawn came anew, Monokuma appeared on the monitors, playing with his margarita as he always did as he gave his daily announcement. By now, the cartoony-looking bear was sick of their refusal to murder.

A stroke of luck was all that it took for their bonds to be unified; after Teruteru only managed to graze Byakuya with the meat skewer, miraculously missing his vital areas, the idea that they could never commit murder was swiftly dashed. Still, from that realization, a new, less idealized hope bloomed.

They were people, humane creatures. That meant that mistakes were inevitable. Instead of forcing the possibility of doubt from their midst, they let it healthy fester without shaming anyone for it. They were connected, and no matter what despair Monokuma tried throwing at them, it all slid past the veil of harmony they constructed.

They barely processed whatever motive he tried to persuade them with. It went from money, to empty threats that they had long gone mastered the art of ignoring. As long as they didn’t engage and waited for escape, no one would die.

However, instead of threatening them with disease or letting loose a wild animal for them to be eaten, this morning, the bear presented a rather… strange motive.

“Alright, you annoying brats! Since you’re intending on holding hands and singing songs to upset me, I’ve decided that I need to step up as headmaster and take some disciplinary action! Check the kitchen, NOW!”

And that’s how they got to where they were now; Hajime and Teruteru, the designated ‘kitchen’ expert, were scooted up in front of the pantry.

“I don’t know. I’ve tried looking at everything, but nothing stands out. The only thing that I can think of is poison, though…”

Teruteru shook his head. “That’s already been accounted for. My dear Mikan and Fuyuhiko already ran some tests in the hospital, and nothing’s come of that. It appears that it’s perfectly safe for consumption.”

“How do you know that?”

Teruteru points at the dining hall. As soon as Hajime peeks his head through the doorway, it all becomes clear; Byakuya, Nekomaru and Akane are all devouring the food left on the table, the ‘DO NOT EAT’ sign discarded and stamped over. In just a few minutes, half of the table’s content had been thoroughly consumed.

“Ah… Well, maybe Monokuma was just bluffing. I think he’s getting desperate at this point.”

Teruteru nods eagerly. “Very astute, Mister Hinata! I think that we should celebrate your leadership with a great feast. Of course-” He gestures with his head towards the trio in the dining hall. “Those three can get their own portions to not disturb anyone.”

Hinata can’t help but smile. “Sure, why not? Let’s call everyone here.”

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CHAPTER 1 DAYTIME - LEVEL 20

Hajime, always the everyman, had never given his appearance too much thought. Sure, he had never been called particularly handsome, but he had never been called ugly either. There wasn’t anything to complain about, in all honesty.

Of course, he sometimes would give thought to the idea of gaining more mass, but it wasn't something that he was pressed with. With people like Nekomaru and Byakuya beside him, his body didn’t leave enough of an impression to be worthy of gossiping topics.

However, that line of thinking existed only before today.

“Ngh…” Hajime holds the two front ends of his pants together, trying to button them with all his might. For more than ten minutes now, he had been standing in front of the full-body mirror in his cabin, trying to get dressed.

Waking up, a note from Byakuya that arranged for a meeting had been slipped underneath his door was the first thing he saw after getting out of bed.

His shirt went in a little tighter than usual, but the feeling was nothing compared to the dread that passed him when he tried to put on his pants.

As he pushed it up his legs, reaching the threshold above his knee, it began to get stuck. Putting on his pants was enough of a mindless task that when they got stuck trying to wrap around his legs, it was enough for him to be taken aback. The shock jolted him awake, dragging him out fully from the trance of slumber.

I thought that it was just because Mikan kept shrinking them in the wash, but…

By some miracle and a LOT of forceful tugging, enough for the fear of ripping the pants apart to be frighteningly plausible, Hajime had his pants up and about. They hung just around his waist, but that was just a measly step in getting somewhat presentable.

With his unbuttoned pants hugging his frame rather nicely, the small pouch of fat that had grown around his midsection spilled over. The last thing he expected was to sport a muffin top of all things, especially since they’d only been on the island for just two months, yet the mirror’s reflection only told the truth, and the truth was that he was fat.

Ugh, I knew that I shouldn’t have agreed to help out Kazuhichi to tinker all night long! Those damn burgers from the supermarket that he loves are garbage food…

And now, all that was left was to pass the button through the designated hole. It should be easy, it should, but Hajime can only struggle, the two ends in his hand just coming so close to touching.

Yet as he pushes further, the sound of a single thread coming undone is enough to shock him into stopping. He stares in horror at his pants, rapidly scanning for the part that he managed to damage.

There!

The right end that he was holding had started to become undone. If he untucked his shirt and put it over his pants, it could be hidden well enough. Hajime tries to see if he can get away with going out like this, but it becomes clear that without having his pants done, they would be destined to fall on the ground as soon as he tried to walk.

“Dammit…”

He ends up scrambling for a belt that Gundam left on his cabin by accident. Fortunately, it clicks right into place. He would probably need to get clothes from the supermarket (Seriously, how do they have his outfit there?) after the meeting, but as long as he survived without shame, he would be okay.

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CHAPTER 1 DAYTIME - LEVEL 21

What the hell has been happening with me as of late?

That’s the question Hajime asks himself as he finally gives in to his urges and heads for the kitchen to get seconds.

Teruteru was never shy about putting food on their plates with the seemingly endless supply in the supermarket and the farm, so the feeling of contentment and fullness was always expected… at least during his first few weeks.

The feeling of longing now permeates his being when he finishes a meal, and he can’t escape it.

Usually, the shame of doing the same practice as people like Byakuya and Akane is more than enough to get him to push his hunger back, wait for everyone to go to their cabins, and sneak a snack or two out of the supermarket while no one was looking.

However, such self-control eluded him today. Not even the overwhelming embarrassment of having busted his pants was enough to keep him in his cabin.

It wasn’t like he didn’t try. Alone on his bed, twisting and turning, he tried to think of anything other than food.

What the hell, is it just that Teruteru is that good? I’m not usually like this…

That’s the thought that kept passing through his head. He peeks through the doorway. The cost is clear. Perfect.

I don’t need people calling me names, so I’ll just dip in quickly and then I’ll go change after that-

“Yo, Hajime!”

CRAP! He turns around and sees Akane standing behind him, her usual smile still present.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I forgot my E-Handbook. Probably dropped it while I was eating meat skewers. What are you doing here, though? You usually stay put in your cabin after lunch.”

“A-ah, about that… uh, well-” He fidgets with his hands. He’s usually good at hiding, at blending in, but with the spotlight was suddenly on him, he feels his tongue paralyzed. Nothing coherent comes out. ”-Just, you know. Stuff.”

“Ah… Well, I’m going to get thirds! Teruteru always tries to shoo me away from the kitchen, but I just needed to tell ‘im about Nekomaru sunbathing and he went sprinting!”

“Ah…” He’s not surprised, but he’s certainly disappointed. “W-well, I was just going to go-”

“Nu-uh, you were looking if someone was there! I do the same whenever I wanna get my hands on some grub. No need to be shy about it!”

Hajime had a retort on his tongue ready, but just before he dared to counter back, he noticed something… off about Akane.

He had seldom interacted with her thanks to her overwhelming supply of energy (Too much, in his opinion.) However, now that they were standing in front of each other, it was impossible to miss that she had undergone a transformation similar to his.

Her shirt barely hung onto her frame. Her formerly flat stomach now pushed outwards, forcing the buttons of her shirt to strain for dear life. Gaps that showed her plump stomach went all the way up to the center below her breasts.

The most… striking aspect of it all was how tight her skirt was, all thanks to the widening of her hips.

D-don’t look at that. He chastised himself. Don’t be a pervert!

“So! Wanna get some grub?” She cocks her head.

Hajime doesn’t know if she’s either nice enough to not comment about his similar weight gain or if she remained in beautiful ignorance. Whatever the reason, he’s just glad that the air didn’t grow even more uncomfortable.

I want to be alone, but I can’t just tell her to go away… And she already knows that I’m here for the food. If I just wait, Teruteru could end up coming back and prevent me from getting more.

“Alright, let’s go.” He says, not with too much enthusiasm.

Not having a judging pair of eyes over him as he serves himself a portion felt somewhat refreshing; he felt free to take three baked potatoes instead of two, just a few more spoonfuls of rice, filling the glass with more fruit juice than what Teruteru allows.

It was… freeing.

“Pssh, are you seriously going to be satisfied with just that?” Akane points to Hajime’s plate, gesturing at it wildly. “Come on, loosen up a little! Like I said, I ain't the judging type.”

“I-Isn’t this enough?”

Akane smashes her hand against her fist. “Hell no! That’s just what you get when people are looking!”

As guidance, she grabs her plate and shows it off with pride. The entire thing seems like just a few rash movements would send everything toppling down, not to mention that she put pretty much everything available on it.

Any normal person knows that this is overboard. Akane, for all her grievances in life, could not feasibly justify this as anything other than gluttony. It’s clear as day, and yet… Hajime stares at the plate, and it’s like it calls to him.

What… is this feeling? No way in hell I’m agreeing with Akane, right? She’s… she’s crazy, but… why does her food look so good? No, this doesn’t make any sense! Get a hold of yourself, dammit!

“Uh… hello? Earth to Hajime?”

“G-guh!” He recoils back, almost causing the potatoes on his plate to slip back. “Sorry, I’m just-”

“Come on! Let’s get to eating already!”

Akane sets down the two plates on the table with a basket of bread for good measure. Almost immediately, she starts digging in, filling her mouth with as much food as possible. The risk of choking barely passes her mind. The sheer joy she was getting from eating in such a way was all that occupied her mind.

You know, maybe… Just hearing her out wouldn’t hurt, right? If we’re going to be stuck in this island, we might as well get along…

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CHAPTER 1 DAYTIME - LEVEL 60

“Ngh…” Each step that he shakes makes it feels like the entire ground shakes as much as his flab. He has to walk slowly so he can continue to keep his gut sucked in, lest he accidentally lets out a breath and let the button of his XXL pants go flying forward. “W-where are we going, G-Gundam?”

How… did this even happen?

Agreeing to partake in Akane’s gorging had turned him into an obese facsimile of himself. The days when he was a lean, slender young man were nothing more than memories now.

It wasn’t like Hajime wanted his life to turn out this way, but the more he indulged, the harder it became to resist the allure. Midnight snacks (Although a more fitting name would be midnight feasts if the number of dishes that pile up after he’s done is anything to go by) became so frequent that they were now daily occurrences.

He wasn’t just fat, but obese. In fact, pretty much everyone on the island was. Not one person, even incredibly fitness-focused people like Nekomaru and Akane failed, managed to endure the allure of gluttony.

Monokuma was nowhere to be seen for more than two months now. It wasn’t like they missed it, but without the danger of the killing game, it was just one more reason to do nothing but laze around, completely entrenched in sloth.

Four hundred pounds… I’m as fat as how Byakuya was when he firsts arrived on this island…

Of course, by now the Ultimate Affluent Prodigy had risen above a threshold where keeping a tab on his exact weight was an exercise in futility. All they know is that he had reached such a size where leaving his bed was an impossible task, his own limbs buried under a giant pile of flab that not even Nekomaru could carry.

He now rested inside the hospital, where Mikan, also well on her way to obesity, did her best to provide him with medical assistance.

“Hajime Hinata!” Gundam called out, breaking Hajime out of his daydreaming. “Did you forget our task? We must find Champ-P at once, the other three Devas’ distress grows stronger with each second that we meaninglessly idle!”

“I know, I know…” The Ultimate Breeder had forced him to walk around the island in search of one of his hamsters; the orange fat one that now resembled his owner in more ways than one. It was the most exercise that either of them has had in months.

To say that having to constantly stop, looking for the nearest monomono machine in the hopes that it would spit out a cold drink, and begging for the equally obese Gundam to slow down would be embarrassing was a total understatement. Every day Hinata bore a great deal of shame that was as heavy as his gut, only slightly relieved by the fact that everyone was as equally obese as him.

“We’ve searched the three islands and he’s nowhere to be found. Don’t you think that he could’ve wandered back to your cabin?”

“Impossible!” Gundam declared, pulling out one of the many pink transmitters that Kazuichi built before he too was almost on the verge of being bedbound. “I have a magical device set up in front of my abode. If my beloved Champ-P had walked back towards his kingdom, I would’ve known!”

Considering that even the mere act of walking had been morphed into a herculean task thanks to their uncontrollable eating, anything to soften their grievances was welcomed.

“I guess, but why Grape house-”

“SILENCE!” Gundam screamed, strutting up to Hinata and jamming his finger into his fat chest. “I will not allow for you to doubt my divine foresight…”

Hajime cringed when he felt Gundam’s pale gut bump against his own. Almost immediately, the sweat from his gut absorbed all the one from the man in front of him. His shirt, which had already failed to cover any part of his swelling gut that went past his belly button, gt soaked.

“H-hey, dude! Get away!” Hajime cried. “You’re getting all your sweat over me-”

“Ha! Afraid of a small amount of sweat? Pathetic! With such a foolish warrior beside me, it is no wonder that we haven’t found my Dear Dark Deva of destruction…” Gundam crossed his arms. “You are not only soft on the outside, Hajime Hinata, but on the inside as we-”

But before Gundam could fall on another one of his many senseless rants, something around his stomach began to shift. A sudden lump appeared from inside his jacket, slowly traveling downwards.

“W-what is that?!” Hajime shakily pointed at the lump, wondering if it was some kind of tumor that Monokuma had somehow inserted in him, but as soon as it traveled outside of the jacket and landed on the ground, it was clear what it was, or more importantly, who it was. “Wait, is that-”

“Chump-P!” Gundam squealed, picking his hamster up and holding him in his hands. The poor creature was completely matted in liquid, his fur spiky and outwards. “Did you suddenly appear from the dark dimension? Or perhaps you were just making a stealth mission inside my ample body armor?”

“Body armor?” Hinata squinted at Gundam. As soon as he moved, causing his roll-like love handles to jiggle, everything became so much clear. “Oh, oh my god…” Of course, how did he not think to look?

The damn hamster was inside his rolls. Of course.

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CHAPTER 1 DAYTIME - LEVEL 9̵̡̮̅̆̎̽͊1̷̧̱̗͌̓2̷̻͖̈́͠4̶̟̘̈́͒̇̓9̷̡̞̌̿̉̿̍2̷̰̜̫̪̉̋̒3̶̱́̋͠5̳̟͍͈͖̀͘2̶̞͌̉͛̅2̵̯͙̲̟̎͝͝3̴͉̰̹̒́̑̅̎

Hajime breathes in deeply. Each and every second of his lungs taking in and letting out oxygen feels like his chest is being crushed by hundreds of pounds of fat, but that is all he can do. Doing anything other than breathing and mindlessly staring at a blank wall all day long was a luxury that no one on this island had.

After months and months of nothing but gluttony and sloth, their bad habits finally caught up to them. One by one, their mobility began to dwindle until they joined Byakuya in the hospital, kept alive by medical supplies after their own organs could no longer support their fat-ridden bodies.

Mikan remained the sole student that could get out of bed, and even then, she needed the assistance of a mobility scooter to even get up. She tried her hardest to sometimes get up and walk to get a smidge of exercise to not end up like her fellow classmates.

“Ngh…”

The sound of the heartbeat monitor is as monotone as the sound of a clock ticking down second by second. The passage of time became impossible to hold on to. All he and his classmates turned out to be were morbidly obese, pathetic symbols of despair.

Just like every day, he began to count the things in the room.

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CHAPTER 6 UNKNOWN - LEVEL 1

“Makoto…” Kyoko calls out, opening one of the pod lids inside the Future Foundation laboratory. She knew how all of the supposed ‘survivors’ looked, and what she saw inside certainly didn’t resemble the information she had. “Come here, you need to see this.”

The ultimate hope looks over the pod that had the tag ‘Izuru Kamakura’ on it. He knows what this reserve student was supposed to look like, and even pushing aside the sudden hair growth, the physique was… different. Softer.

“How in the world-”

All of the students had grown into barely recognizable piles of flab. They barely resembled people, their clothes were completely torn off from the swelling mass, letting their naked, obese bodies in full view.

“Do you think-”

“No, Makoto. We can’t do anything now.” Byakuya explained. “Their bodies would go into shock if we tried disconnecting them from the Neo World Program to give them a liposuction.”

“I-”

“Come on.” The true Ultimate Affluent Prodigy demanded. “The sooner we get out of here, the better. Munakata is inconsolable, to say the least…”

#hajime hinata #weight gain #stuffedronpa #stuffed ronpa #nagito komaeda

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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Ultra Despair Siege: Part 1

Before we split, you guys are gonna wanna take these.

*Outside of Tamashiro’s mansion, Four hands the Future Foundation some folded outfits.

What are these?

Fancy Dress Costumes. What do you think? They’re disguises to help mask your identities.

You said yourselves that you didn’t want attention to be drawn to you, or for Zetsubou to find out who you are. We can reduce the likelihood of that if we give you these.

Don’t put yours on yet though Byakuya. You can’t exactly walk through the door dressed like that.

Don’t worry. We’ll be wearing them too. Safety reasons.

What about Komaru?

I don’t think we should be too worried about her. If what you said is true, and that Organization Zetsubou or whatever are hunting this Toko person...

Then the most obvious and viable strategy right now would be to lure her out by taking Komaru hostage. However, she’s still here.

Of course, there is a chance that someone in the audience will be bidding for Komaru, who is from OZ, but that seems unlikely.

Right, they’re business partners. Shirogane would be willing to pay whatever’s necessary to get her hands on us.

But just in case, we also have a disguise for her. She can put it on afterwards.

Right. So, you all remember the plan?

Yep.

*Everyone gets suited up, and Oliver goes over the plan one last time.

Ok, then let’s go.

Right!

*Everyone splits up, leaving Makoto and Maya on their own.

Right. Let’s get up on that roof.

Yeah. Don’t worry Komaru...We’re coming...

*As of right now, behind the curtain in the main hall where the auction is taking place, Tamashiro’s maids and servants go around, dressing them up and making them look appealing. Both the men and women have lost all will to fight, as they are surrounded by rented Fang Inc. soldiers.

Homeless girl: ...

*Right now, a homeless girl about to be auctioned sits at a table as a maid applies makeup to her. She starts to cry.

Maid: Come on, this is the first time you’ve ever tried makeup, isn’t it? I can’t make you look pretty if you keep crying.

Homeless girl: I...*sniff* I don’t want to look pretty...

Guard: Bring the next one through!

*With the guards call, the maids and servants usher through a young man in a red cardigan. His hands are bound and he looks miserable.

...

Makoto? You ok?

...Not really. I’m not getting the best flashbacks from this situation. I didn’t really mention this, but I’ve actually dealt with this kind of thing before.

Really? When?

...I don’t think I ever actually told you this, but...the truth is that Toko isn’t just an old classmate of mine.

She’s also my Sister-in-law. She and Komaru are married and they have a kid.

No shit! I thought that kind of stuff wasn’t really legal in Japan.

It was at one point, but only for about 8 years. However, there are a lot of legal challenges that gay couples face in Japan, and the Future Foundation is working hard to reprimand them now in the modern era.

That aside, their kid is a girl named Akeru. She’s one of the family now, but her birth mother was a woman named Shinitani Yozora...She was a monster, much like Tamashiro, but worse. She kept homeless people and refugees from other countries as her own personal slaves, and put deadly suicide chips inside their heads if they ever fell out of line.

That’s...that’s fucked up...

Yeah, but I can tell you the rest of the story later. The problem is I’m worried about my niece. I don’t need her watching her mother relive the trauma.

*Makoto and Maya look back down through the skylight, and see the young man in red, still miserable and crying, step out onto the stage.

Bidder: Our 7th item for today is this young specimen from Seattle. 70 inches tall, 13.16 stone, blonde hair, green eyes, in excellent health, no external injuries. Our bidding will begin at $3000.

*As the bidder finishes his explanation, one by one, the bidders start to auction at a higher price.

See, there’s a strategy to this. They have to state the height, weight and other statistics to appeal to certain members of the audience. Every aspect affects the performance because someone in that group will want to bid for them.

For example, if they have a strong height and good constitution, they’ll make good use as a house servant, but if they’re not, then they can be an expendable lab rat for the scientists.

That aside, look down there.

Hm?

*Maya gestures to a gentleman in a very fancy seat, sitting in a balcony above the room is a man with dark purple hair and menacing pink eyes.

That’s our main man Kazue Tamashiro right there. Here, use this.

Huh?

*Maya hands Makoto what looks like a suction cup, and presses it against the glass. Makoto leans over and holds his ear to the other end.

Cheapskates...the lot of you...She’s worth more that the $7500 you’re offering.

*Tamashiro is accompanied by a high-class man who appears to be his lead butler.

Butler: Come now good sir. The cost it took to acquire them in the first place has already been exceeded. I think you’ve made quite the profit already, just from the 7 that have shown up.

I wouldn’t call it a cost. These are just runts Emilia gave to me after she burned their homes to ash. As for this one, honestly, he seems like a capable young man. If not for the bid, I’d probably have him for myself. So I refuse to let him be auctioned off for cheap.

So...all of that crap was true.

Yep...We told you, right?

Hunter over the radio: Guys. Hina and I are in position.

Byakuya: Oliver and I have made our way to security. We can see all of you on cams except for Makoto and Canzanilla. I trust you’re both in position though?

This is Makoto. We copy, we’re on the skylight and can see the auction below.

Kyoko: Do you have sights on Komaru.

Not yet. But we’ve got our sights on Tamashiro. It looks like he’s already prepared to make a quick escape if things go south.

Oliver: Yep, that’s old man Tamashiro alright.

Hm?

*As Makoto speaks into the radio, he suddenly hears something else through the plunger speaker. He plucks it up, turns it around and presses it above the area behind the stage.

Homeless girl: P-Please...*sniff* please let me go...I...I want my mother.

???: Oh, is that so?

Homeless girl: Huh...?

!!??

Then why don’t you stop crying and let yourself be prettied up? I’m sure your mother would love to see you in such rich and beautiful clothes and makeup.

Homeless girl: *sniff* You’re...

Come on now. Embrace that girliness. I know things aren’t nice right now but...

Guard: Hey! Chatterbox! You’re up now!

Oh, it’s my turn. Ok.

*She stands up and pats her on the head.

Just sit tight, ok?

Hey, Makoto. Is that...?

Yep. That’s her.

Everyone? Komaru’s been located. She’s going up on the stage now.

Four: Then we’ve gotta move fast. Everyone, wait for the signal.

*Maya and Makoto watch as Komaru steps out on stage.

Bidder: Item Number 8 today is from overseas; Towa City, Japan. 65 inches, 108lbs, dark hair, green eyes, is physically disabled using a prosthetic leg. Our bidding will begin at $1000.

She has a prosthetic leg?

That’s ANOTHER story.

Hey! 1000!? I’m worth more than that!

!!?

Bidder: Wh-What...!?

*Everyone in the hall, Tamashiro included, is taken aback by Komaru’s random act of hubris.

*sigh* You really all ARE sickening. How many innocent people have you brought to tears by now? How many lives have you trampled on just to make a living?

Honestly, you all belong in the most ancient pits of hell. Would you like me to send you there.

Listen here you! I don’t know what you’re insinuating but-!

AKERU! NOW!

Wha-!?

HIIIIYAAGH!

*KER-CHUNK!*

What the hell!?

HRAGH!

*Completely out of nowhere, Akeru appears and flips three large barrels into the air simultaneously, jumping up and pulling them up with a string. At the same time, Komaru reaches under her gown and pulls out her hacking gun from a holster on her belt.

YAGH!

*BOOOOM!*

Guests: KYAAAAAAAGHH!!

*BOOOOM!*

Guests: WAAHAAGH!

*BOOOOM!*

Guests: UUGGHAAGGH!

Wh-What the hell is THIS!?

Wh-What is-!?

Makoto! Look!

Huh!?

Guard: GUHAGH!

*Meanwhile, backstage, Maya points to another situation happening at the same time. In response to the commotion of the exploding barrels, one of the guards tries to rush out into the main hall, only to be grabbed by the neck and choked into unconsciousness from behind by one of the maids. The maid removes her cap and turns to face the other guards in the room.

Listen to me. If there was ever a time to come forward and confess that you’re doing this work against your will, it’s now. Do so, leave this place, and I promise I’ll spare you.

*The other guards respond by pulling out combat knives and batons.

I see...Well that makes things easier. It means I can kick your ass without reservations...

No way...! That’s-!

*Makoto and Maya watch, dumbfounded, as the “maid” singlehandedly takes out all the guards with relative ease, shoving sharp scissors through the cracks in their armor! When the last man is down, she snatches a set of keys, and tosses it to the victims.

Get everyone free, and get the hell out of this place!

Homeless girl: Y-Yes! Thank you!

*The “maid” then bursts through the stage and joins Komaru and Akeru. Simultaneously, she tears off the maid outfit, whilst Komaru rips off her dress, both revealing their clothes underneath.

...Are you guys ready?

Pfft! Like you’ve even gotta ask!

Let’s get ‘em!

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #danganronpa ultra despair girls #drae #hyper danganronpa h2o #hdrh2o #makoto naegi #maya canzanilla #akeru yozora #komaru naegi #toko fukawa #kazue tamashiro #not tagging everyone because theres too many people #into the ocean arc

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A bittersweet Christmas

*Nanokuma was laying in bed at Future Foundation HQ. They silently stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. They hears a knock at the door.*

Monophanie's voice: "Nano? Are you awake?...I-It's Christmas morning. Everyone...everyone's exchanging gifts...."

"Alright.....I'm coming......." *Nanokuma sighs and gets out of bed and heads to the main floor. They look around, looking at the Christmas decorations that the staff put together. The christmas tree was big and tall, decorated with beautiful christmas lights, candy canes, and more. Nano looks at the tree with apathy as they find a table to sit at. THey sits next to Yasuhiro, who was drinking hot chocolate.*

Yasuhiro: "Good morning, Nano! Merry Christmas!" *Nano gives a silent wave to Yasuhiro.* "....I hope I get that new Kamen Rider Gotchard Figure! I'm a bit of a kamen rider fan. Silly for someone my age, but I like what I wanna like, you know?" *Still no answer from Nanokuma.* "Want some hot chocolate?" *Nano shrugs.* "Ok. I'll go get you some." *Yasuhiro walks away to make Nanokuma some hot chocolate. Nanokuma just sat there in silence as Aoi sat next to Nano with a cup of hot chocolate.*

Aoi: "Morning, Nano. Merry Christmas. And don't worry. i told Hiro that you can have my chocolate." *Nano silently takes the cup of chocolate and just....looks at it in silence.* ".....So how was your trip to the pizzeria's christmas extraviganza?" *Nano shrugs.* "Ok........So.....what do you think you got for christmas?" *Nano remains silent still. Aoi scratches her head in confusion and worries.* "I'll.....go check on the others." *AOi gets up and leaves Nano by their lonesome. She passes by Kuro.* "Sorry, Kuro. I couldn't break through their shell."

"Damn. I was afraid of that. After losing Monosuke and Motherkuma recently, they're becoming more distant. I'd call Maki, but Nano told me not to out of her dying to that crazy assassin too. It's clear that Nano's scared of losing more than they already have."

Aoi: "What do we do now?"

Yasuhiro: "We could try to bring his dead family members bakc to life. Only problem is that we can't get our hands on their back up information."

Aoi: "It has to be because whatever that Achlys guy did."

Byakuya: "No doubt because of his powers, it must've captured the souls of the monos he killed. If we can't reboot them normally, then we'll just have to figure out how to get them back from him." *Hina, Hiro, and Kuro turns around, noticing Byakuya.*

Yasuhiro: "Byakuya."

Aoi: "How much did you hear?"

Byakuya: "The whole thing. We can't avert our eyes from this. We need to figure how to get the monos back and stop this Achlys character before he causes us more trouble. I've already contacted Lishu and Dementia, since they know more about black magic than we do. For now, we just need to be ready for anything that comes from this."

Yasuhiro: "You're right, but.....what about Nano and the monofamily?"

Byakuya: "We'll leave that up to them. Whatever they do is solely up to them."

Aoi: "If...you say so."

"Ok. I'll try to talk to Nano then. Give them some peace of thought." *The three nods and walks off as Kurokuma sighs. He heads to the tree and picks up a gift addressed to Nanokuma and places it on the table in front of them.*

"Hey Kiddo. Go ahead."

"Why.....? It's not time to open gifts yet, Uncle Kuro....."

"Yeah....But no one else has to know....It'll be our little secret.....Come on~. Aren't you just a little bit curious?" *nanokuma looks at the present. After a moment of thinking it over, Nano finally unwraps their gift to find......a brand new camera. A Nikon D850 Digital SLR Camera. Nano's eyes light up a little as they hold the camera in their hands.* "Ooooh! I heard that one was super expensive! No doubt that Monophanie got that for you, eh?" *Nano goes silent.*

"I......asked......mommy....to buy this.....for me........She.....She....She said....it costed.....It costed alot....to get it......But then....Monosuke came in.....And said...."

"And said......'Don't worry about it, Nano....B-Big bro Suke's gonna buy it for you......So....just give me....your allowance....and I'll....take care....of the.....of the.......of the rest.....' Monosuke.....Mama........" *nanokuma breaks down into tears as they held the camera close to their chest. Kurokuma gently pats Nano on the back to help them let it out.* "Why....Why did this have to happen!? We weren't doing anything wrong! We...Were just trying to live our lives! And now Mom, Suke, Kid, and even Auntie Shiro....!!! it's not fair!!! it's not fair!!!" *Nanokuma cries as they hold Kuro and cried into his chest. Kurokuma hugs Nanokuma closely.*

"I'm really sorry, Nano....I really wish I had an answer. I really do." *nanokuma continues to cry as Monophanie, Monodam, and Monotaro comes by at last.*

"Nano....I was hoping that you were going to let it out."

"Yeah. We were all worried about you. We know that losing both mom and Suke was taking a tole on you. We miss them too."

"But....why.....? I don't understand why this is even happening! I....I don't get it! it's not fair! It's not faaaaaiiiirrrrr!!!!" *Nano cries more and more as Kurokuma, and then the rest of the Monos, hugs them closely.*

"I'll look in it." *Everyone looks at Monodam.* "I'm immortal and a sinner of lust. My power means that I can't die and I'm very powerful in my own right. Whoever or whatever this guy is, he's no match for me. He might've gotten the jump on me once, but once was all he's going to get." *he pets Nanokuma on the head.*

"Don't worry, Nano. Big brother Monodam is going to make everything ok. I promise." *Nano quickly hugs Monodam, starting to calm down.*

"Big bro! *Sniffles* Thank you!"

"AWWWW~! This is so sweet!"

"Yeah! We all gotta work together to take back our family!" *Nanokuma dries their tears and nods.*

"Yeah...Yeah! I know we will!"

"Glad to see that my little niecphew is snapping out of their funk. So how about we go eat some cookies and have some eggnog?"

"Hell yeah! Eggnog!" *Monotaro runs off to have eggnog with Phanie giggling and going after him to make sure he doesn't go too far. Nanokuma goes after the two as well while Kurokuma and Monodam chats.*

"Thanks for the help back there. They really needed it before they snapped."

"No problem, Uncle. And don't worry. I will find a way to get Mom and the others back. Now let's go get some nog." *Kurokuma nods and goes with Monodam to get some eggnog with the others. Unknown to them, a wings slowly turn to terror as Achlys is preparing his troops for their mission. The winds of war, are approaching.*

#Story post: Merry Christmas #Story post: Winds of War.

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forbidding-souda · 2 years

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Hello, could you do Korekiyo, Tanaka, Byakuya, Rantaro and Gonta with a gf who is the SHSL Rockstar and a suicidal pls? I love ur blog btw.

Korekiyo Shinguuji, Gundham Tanaka, Byakuya Togami, Rantarou Amami with a sarcastic and asexual suicidal SHSL Rockstar girlfriend

also you chose like my fav characters nice.

if anyone reading this is like where did you get those extra details from wELLL this request was sent in a bunch of times so i've put together my favorite details from them and taking out gonta for reparations

currently listening: zetsubou billy by maximum the hormone

playlist: main playlist

-Mod Souda

Shinguuji Korekiyo

❤ He begins to start using sarcasm more. He doesn't usually act sarcastic with people - he tries not to. He would rather be direct. But he finds that when you're sarcastic to annoying people, it's rather amusing. He is not good at emotionally dealing with annoying people. If the two of you are together, he will let you do whatever whatever you please to them; say whatever you want. But without you (and this is something you're unaware of) he will start giving sarcastic remarks to people who annoy him. He gets annoyed rather easily - though his professionalism keeps him calm and polite.

❤ Your asexuality doesn't bother him. Personally, he has had sex with many people he was not sexually attracted to, so he would consider it hypocritical if he got upset at you for not being sexually attracted to him. Whether you are sexually active or not - your sex drive is neither a pro nor a con, it is just a thing about you that he has no genuine opinion on.

He watches as you hold the mic close to your mouth, singing into it with one hand raised into the air. He stands in a bar, eyes being caught on the television. Once again, you're in the news. Your performances always seem to find a way on there.

And it distracts him. He's been invited here by an employer, somebody who has a job for him. But he can hardly pay attention when you are playing on the screen behind them.

His employee follows his eyes.

"She's brilliant, isn't she?" They say with a smile. "Are you a fan?"

Shinguuji rests his elbow on the table and puts his chin in his palm. "Actively," he says.

❤ As long as you aren't extremely loud within his house, he has no issues with your Ultimate. It's just... once you start playing your music really loud... he gets very aggravated.

❤ He will tell you random facts about the origins of rock music and how it differs from country to country. That's how interested he is in that sort of stuff.

❤ He does not think of death as something gruesome, more so - he would rather you not die, but if you did, no matter the reason, then he would be respectable in honoring your soul and making sure you go into the more positive afterlife.

❤ (Though, he would rather kill you himself, and I'm wondering if he'd bring this up to you).

❤ He consoles you about how your life matters. He has so many things to say about the way different cultures handle suicide ideation - and if you'd mind him explaining it to you to help change your mindset.

❤ Rather than basking you in support he's better at educating you about facts and nuance relating to suicide.

❤ ^ Whether it's helpful is another story.

Gundham Tanaka

❤ Dark music intrigues him whenever he gets to hear it. Your music is not the darkest out there, of course, as it is still poppy and upbeat, but he's not someone who listens to music at all. So when he hears your stuff - it's like the craziest thing he's ever heard! He likes it. He'll definitely give you ideas about lyrics to add into your song (daemon stuff of course). He has so many ideas about costumes and stage decorations - he's a very creative person. Will he start a music blog because of you? Who knows.

❤ He's never met somebody suicidal before. He doesn't want you to die - not at all, but the only way he knows how to express it is by telling you horror stories about the afterlife. He'll go on his little harangues about how scared you would be all the time and how he's not powerful enough to go and save you. Technically he's trying to fearmonger you into living basically but it's for a good cause. When your mood and attitude get really bad, he'll cry in front of you, holding onto your shoulders and begging you not to leave the human realm.

❤ Add him to your music videos LMFAO.

❤ You're asexual? Oh thank god, now he won't worry about forcing himself to be intimate. He does not like touching people's skin at all - it brings him so much anxiety. He's more than grateful that you don't have sexual interest.

❤ Whenever you're away on tour he texts you all the time. It's always simple updates about his day or selfies of the animals.

❤ ^ He always takes pictures of them with their face like facing directly into the camera so they look derpy as hell.

❤ I imagine him acting like such a grandpa with phones sorry.

❤ You facetime him and he holds it up to his ear.

Byakuya Togami

❤ Your sarcasm is one of the many charming things about you. He likes your smart mouth and your witty remarks always make him smile. He thinks it's cute. If he's feeling flustered enough he'll even compliment you on your taste in words. Just don't get too mouthy with him or it'll start to frustrate him for real. There has to be a line - because he has a line for himself, too. Which - it's a very very high line, but there's still a line.

The office lady recognized him at first, of course - she knew his face but she couldn't seem to place where she had seen it before. The moment he spoke your name she knew and he could see it in her face. His lips thin and he rolls his eyes. Still, her eyes widened and she began to visibly sweat.

"Yes, well, ms.-"

"I'm here, I'm here." You pop out from the elevator, walking with a sway in your step. "No need to wait any longer."

He takes a step back when you stand too close to him, but still, it doesn't stop you from kissing his cheek. He makes a show of wiping it off, though it only makes you giggle.

❤ You're a rockstar? Interesting. What do your fans think about you dating him? I think it would be a very interesting conversation.

❤ You do get more sponsors just because with you, they can claim they have worked with the Togami Empire.

❤ Your agency has wayyy more funds than literally any other agency so the competition is nonexistent.

❤ Personally he does not care in the slightest if you're asexual. He's like oh thank god, this will be perfect. There is just one small issue with it and it's that he needs to produce an heir. His family is his legacy - and if that means you guys get a surrogate or something then so be it. He just needs to have a biological kid whether it's with you or somebody else.

❤ Also palease he is going to have an aneurysm if you do anything like nude shoots or scandalous things like that. You are representing his empire now - and you're going to start stressing him out.

❤ When it comes to you being suicidal, he will put you in the best therapy and make sure you get the best care in the whole country. He could not stand to lose you. Byakuya can't handle not being in 'control' - aka, if he lost you then it would affect him more than emotionally.

Rantarou Amami

❤ He is very attracted to your sarcasm. He loves women with your personality: the nihilistic sarcastic type. It lures him in. And your flamboyancy - being a show-stopper and also a show starter - it's stunning. When he went to school with you he couldn't stop thinking about you. And your beauty, it was unmatched. He had never had eyes for anybody else ever since he first saw you. God was on his side the day you accepted his interest. He had never felt more lucky.

❤ Asexual? Thank goodness. Sex literally stresses him out so good work picking this one. He is a (another) person that is very relieved that you are asexual. If you still wanna do the nasty nasty, he is okay with that - as it would be like outside of interest for the both of you, but he is more than happy to never do anything sexual. A lot of ladies expect that kind of macho extreme sexual pride in him but he's literally just not that type of person. He'd rather stay away from the topic.

❤ He actually stops getting flirted with all the time because girls recognize him as the SHSL Rockstar's boyfriend. This is an absolute win in his book.

❤ He likes going on tour with you because then he can see places from all over the world.

❤ I can see him getting along with your makeup artist too lmfao Rantarou will be like hey show me how to do that killer makeup.

❤ The paparazzi photos of you two together look so appealing aesthetic wise. Ya'll gonna be a set of matching pfp for stans.

#korekiyo shinguuji x reader #korekiyo x reader #korekiyo shinguji #korekiyo shinguuji #gundham tanaka x reader #sdr2 gundham #byakuya togami x reader #byakuya togami headcanons #rantaro amami #rantarou amami x reader #gonta gokuhara x reader #gonta gokuhara

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multiplefandomsblog · 3 years

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Byakuya x inexperienced!reader pt.2(NSFW)

request; hi !! so to whoever wrote the Byakuya x inexperienced! reader um i-i ilysm TOT would it be alright to ask for a part 2 of it, maybe reader has more experience and is ready for whatever 'mAstEr' Byakuya has in store?? (and maybe m a y b e Byakuya loses control of himself bc his innocent reader has finally been corrupted— OKAY THANK YOU BYE

warnings; so muCH CORRUPTION KINK!!!, pet play, master kink, dom!Byakuya, begging, Byakuya neglects reader a tad, s&m, reader is kind of a brat(just a littttleeee bit), sex toys/vibrators, bondage(handcuffs), overstim, forced orgasm?, unedited, slight dumbification, reader has female parts and uses female pronouns and names, slight praise kink, manhandling, humiliation, begging, dacryphillia, light dark themes(lmfao) there’s like, no fluff at all.

note; phew! okay this one, im kinda kinda proud of- i even put together a small byakuya playlist to get into the mood hehehe, it surprisingly helped a lot! i got into the byakuya mind space zone :0 anyway, thank you sm for requesting and i hope you enjoy!

(also p.s. this is a second part to this so you don’t have to read that first, but it’d help? kinda? idk your choice broskis ;0)

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“Master.”

Byakuya’s shoulders tensed, fingers almost tearing the pages of his book as he heard your voice, seductive behind him. His eyebrow quirked up at the tone of your voice, a small barely noticeable smirk adorning his face. He could hear the neediness, seductiveness, submission from just the title you uttered out. Instead of moving his head behind him, he decided not to let his eagerness to look at your show. So instead, he pretended to keep reading his book, faking disinterest. Even though he heard the way you spoke, heard the way you spoke so needy for him, wasn’t enough for his insatiable hunger.

So he decided he would tease you until you were sobbing for him, begging for him. You weren’t going to get what you want until Byakuya does first. Ah, the look of desperation on your face he still had engraved in his mind, he could feel his pants tighten slightly.

Pouting at his unresponsiveness, you swiftly made your way to the back of his chair, caressing your hand lightly against his shoulder. “Master, look at me.” You persisted, bending down to lean your chin on his shoulder, face next to his as you folding your abdomen over the shirt you were wearing. To clarify, his shirt, and just his shirt. He could recognize the white cotton material, and as much as he wanted a peek, his need to see you on your knees for him was much bigger.

Instead of letting you see his eyes, his eyes full of lust and want, he focused them onto the page, glazing over the words, yet not quite registering them in his mind as you preoccupied it. “M-master why aren’t you…” You trailed off, gulping as the realization of what he wanted—or at least thought he wanted— dawned on you. Slowly getting on your knees, you sat on your heels in front of him, head bowed down to look at his shoes. “Is this what you wanted?” You peaked up to try and take a quick look at his face, a low whine rumbling in your throat as you saw Byakuya flip another page.

“I-I’ll act like a dog for you..! R-ruff ruff! I-is this enough? P-please..! I don’t like it when y-you ignore me…” You huffed quietly underneath your breath, feeling little shame for the act you had just performed in front of your heir. Though you were upset Byakuya hadn’t even spared a glance to you, you would be lying if you said you didn’t love the humiliation; your panties had been soaked the moment Byakuya decided not to talk nor pay attention to you.

“Master please, I n-need you.” he didn’t even need to say anything, and yet here you are, sitting on your knees and barking for him; convinced that this is what he wanted, not what you secretly needed. He wanted to laugh, he made you like this. He made you so corrupted, and he felt disgustingly proud of that fact. “Hm.” Deciding to throw you a bone, he closed his book and fixed his eyes on you, “You’re a good pup for me, no?”

He reached down to tap your chin. Getting a bit eager, you rose up, straightening your thighs so they were vertical. Grabbing eagerly onto his thighs, you leaned your head into his touch, looking at him with an adoration that seemed impure. “Y-yes! Yes, I’m a good puppy. I’m such a good pup for you, only you!” Your doe eyes stared up at him loyally, making him growl underneath his breath.

“Look at you, you weren’t even able to take it last time, and yet you’re still coming back to me for more? Will you even be able to handle what I’ll give you?” You opened your mouth to say you could in protest, yet Byakuya cruelly interrupted, “After last time? You could barely handle it.” There was a snarl painted across his cold face, and yet it only seemed to make you wetter.

Even if he seemed like he was mocking you, you could still hear the softness in his voice as he trailed off. You detected his worry, and so you did your best to show him you could handle it. Your voice wavered, but you stood your ground, clutching whatever was left of your confidence tightly, “I’m not the same as before, master.” Not only did you Byakuya with your newfound confidence, but you surprised yourself as well.

You didn’t even recognize your voice, but you didn’t care, it seemed to be working. Leaning and hovering over Byakuya’s slightly stunned figure, you challenged, “I’d be more worried if you could handle me.” Your hands gripped Byakuya’s knees as you used them to support your body that had been arched against him. Byakuya’s stunned expression only lasted so long as his face twisted into a snarl, before kissing you roughly, teeth clashing against his.

As he kissed you, he could feel your hands slipping slowly down the valley of his thighs, and so, he pulled away suddenly and leaned down, perching your stomach on his shoulder. Confused, you let out a “Mast-?”, before he stood up, your body being hurled up along with him as he walked with ease.

Dropping your body on the mattress, Byakuya quickly searched his table for the handcuffs, sighing satisfied as he found them. Smiling widely, you held your wrists out for him, slightly startling but pleasing Byakuya. In a rare moment, he snorted, “Good girl. ...Though, you’ll soon regret that.“ Standing up from the bed after he tied you to the headboard, he searched his drawers once again, bringing out something pink this time.

Glancing side ways to see your terrified face, “Remember this?” Your eyes widened at the familiar toy he fiddled within his hand, your heart beating erratically fast. “You still think you can take it?” He hunched over your body, one hand supporting his body, and one hand holding the toy scarily close to your glistening cunt.

Waiting patiently, he watched your expression, searching for any type of hesitation, yet finding.. none?

Snarling at your persistent face, he tried teasing you, to scare you to say no, “We never got to see what this did, did we now?” He said through gritted teeth, testing you by pressing it against your hole, making your legs widen slightly from contact. He looked at you in disbelief, “You’re not even- Wow, you… you really are my little slut, aren’t you?” His smile, villain-like. Beaming up at him, you inhaled sharply in relief as he finally understood, “Uhuh! Ye-ssss!” Your jaw dropped, eyes rolling back in your head as you arched your back into the vibrations that Byakuya had turned on suddenly.

“M-master, it feels really good..!” You felt like your brain was scattered, fuzzy as you lost yourself. What was your name again? Pet? It didn’t matter anyway, as your legs shook from your first orgasm. Feeling Byakuya press the toy harder against your clit, you arched your back on instinct, wailing out pleas. “Gonna cream, s-second timeee!” You whined, breathing sounding more like wheezing as your chest heaved from the overstimulation. Your drool trailing down your open mouth, and getting on his once clean dress shirt you wore.

Your eyes scrambled back up to look at your master, wanting to see his eyes you adored so much. Gasping and frantically looking around as you didn’t see him, “M-ma-!” You squirmed against the toy, panting for air as you felt it rub against your clit slightly. “Right here, baby.”

Your face whipped towards the sound of his voice, eyes focused on him, though your vision was slightly blurred from the tears of pleasure and possibly desperation. Your gaze was intense, unblinking, yet the rest of your face was a fucked out mess, your body twitching and writhing without control as you still kept your eyes on him.

“Hhnng!” You didn’t want to take your eyes off him, but you couldn’t help it as your third orgasm came up, forcing you to scream into his pillows. “M-m-!” You sobbed out, unable to speak his name as moans and cries overlapped it. He could see your body twitch from the toy, squirming away from it as the oversensitivity eventually got to you.

He swiftly got to action, yanking your twitching legs wide apart, pushing the toy deep inside your pussy instead of your clit. He sighed shakily as he saw how easy the toy slipped in, your screams sounding like music to his ears. He could feel you squirming against his iron-tight grip on your ankles. “You said you could take anything. Am I wrong? So take it.” The sound of his voice scared you in all honesty, but you couldn’t seem to even focus your attention onto how dangerous he sounded, as you fell into yet another orgasm.

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m3kuroshirt · 3 years

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House of Assassins

GrimmIchi Weekend Challenge #4

Words Count: 1738

Challenged by @backwardshirt

Warnings: None

Genre/trope: Found Family

Required words: neighbour, killer

Ichigo lives with his found family of assassins, and they're getting some new neighbours.

This will be part of a series :D

“Ichigo!” The voice came to him through the murky shadows of sleep. Ichigo shifted, heavy eyelids fluttering. “Ichigo! WAKE UP!” The scream jolted him fully awake and Ichigo barely had time to dodge whatever was flying toward him. He threw himself to the side and thudded to the floor. A shadow flew over him and his bed and hit the wall with a thunk! A groan came from the other side of the bed. Ichigo rubbed the side he landed on and raised himself up, peering over the bed. There he saw…a Renji, splayed out on the floor, red hair broken loose from its usual ponytail.

“What the hell, Renji? You could have knocked,” Ichigo grumbled. His friend grunted and heaved himself up from the floor, turning to face him.

“I did.” He rubbed his head with a frown. “And then Rukia said the food she made is getting cold. So I decided to use desperate measures.”

Ichigo gave him a deadpan stare. “Knocking didn’t work, so naturally your next step was launching yourself at me?” Renji blinked up at him.

“…yes?”

Ichigo glared at him. Renji shrugged. Ichigo sighed and pushed off from the bed. He turned around and walked to his closet to grab something to wear. As he pulled on his shirt, he glanced over his shoulder. “You gonna give me privacy or…?”

Renji, who had moved himself up to the bed and was laying on it and reading a manga he grabbed off the night table, gave him a cursory glance before returning to his book. “Nope. Your bed is comfy.”

“We have the same kind of mattress. Literally. Bought the same day. What the hell have you done to yours to make it less comfy?!” Ichigo struggled into his tight jeans as he spoke. Renji shrugged.

“Why do you wear such tight pants?” The tone of his voice suggested the question was meant rhetorically and Ichigo glared at him again. Renji smirked.

“Renji! Ichigo! The food is going cold! If you two don’t get down here right now, you’ll miss out!” The words were innocent enough, but the voice that delivered them was laced with barely contained annoyance. The two straightened and exchanged wide eyed glances before rushing to the door and down the stairs.

They were greeted by a stern-faced Rukia, a smiling Orihime munching on pancakes, and a silent Chad putting dishes in the dishwasher. Exchanging greetings with everyone, the two sat down with plates stacked with pancakes and dug in.

“Our new neighbours move in today,” Orihime stated cheerily as she finished the last of her food. She stretched her arms over her head. “So, we have to be on our best behaviour, you know. Kisuke said so.” Ichigo gave a non-committal grunt as he chewed on his food. As if Kisuke knows anything about ‘best behaviour’, he thought.

As if on cue, the door to the basement burst open and Kisuke Urahara struggled up the stairs, carrying a massive box. What was in the box? Ichigo wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He tried to eat faster, but he knew leaving any unfinished food wasn’t an option the way Rukia was watching. With a huff, Kisuke heaved the box and dropped it on the only clear section of the table. “How are my little killer children?” he asked with a grin. Orihime smiled widely.

“Good morning, Kisuke!” she chimed. Chad nodded a greeting before disappearing back upstairs. Ichigo stared at the blond man.

“I thought we were being subtle today?” he questioned. Kisuke waved him off with a smug grin.

“Eh?” Kisuke pretended to peer around with overexaggerated motions. “Why? Are there any new neighbours in here?” Ichigo shot him an annoyed glance but Renji snorted and almost choked on his food, catching the other boy’s attention.

“Renji. If you die laughing at Kisuke making fun of me, I will not be doing CPR to bring you back,” he stated. Renji coughed again, before managing to speak.

“F…Fair,” he gasped out before downing a glass of water. Ichigo turned back to Kisuke.

“Got any jobs today?”

Kisuke shook his head. “Nope. New supplies to test out, though,” he answered brightly as he patted the heavy box. Ichigo stared at the box for a moment, then shared a glance with Rukia, Orihime, and Renji.

“I have cooking lessons with Rukia later!” Orihime declared immediately.

“Going to meet up with Byakuya! We’ll be busy all day,” Renji added.

“I’m practicing hand to hand with Yoruichi today!” Ichigo threw his excuse out hastily. He sent a silent apology to Chad and Uryuu, and from the looks of everyone else’s faces, they were doing the same. Then, as if on a cue, all of them rapidly cleaned up and vacated the kitchen.

When he was finally out of the house, and free of Kisuke, only then did Ichigo allow himself to relax. A gentle autumn breeze tugged his hair and sent a shiver down his spine, so Ichigo turned up the collar of his jacket and shoved his hands in his pocket. He could see the moving truck pulled up to the house next to theirs, and although he was curious, he tried to keep his distance. Unfortunately, Kisuke was too good of friends with Yoruichi for Ichigo to be able to actually lie about practicing with her, so he had accidentally talked himself into a corner and had no choice but to walk past the truck on his way to her place.

That is, until it happened.

As he walked past the truck, a shadow fell over him and a high-pitched voice shouted, “Look out!” Ichigo spun around rapidly and caught the falling object. Which happened to be a man. A man holding a heavy box. Ichigo landed on his ass with an ‘oof!’, a large warm body in his lap, back pressed up against his chest and ear near his mouth.

“Fuck,” was the first thing Ichigo heard, and the voice was low and rough and delicious…No. Bad Ichigo, he thought to himself. At least make sure he’s not hurt, you idiot.

“You ok?” he asked. The man stiffened. Then he scrambled off of Ichigo and turned around, box shoved onto the ground. Ichigo stared up at him, and his breath caught in his throat. The man was tall, with broad shoulders, messy blue hair and piercing blue eyes. A white t-shirt stretched a little too tightly across his chest, and sweat beaded on his forehead, likely from the effort of moving boxes. Ichigo realized he was staring, and the man was staring back at him.

“Grimmy! Are you ok?!” a woman with green hair poked her head out of the truck the man had fallen from. The man glanced at her, and Ichigo realized that must be who she was referring to. The woman’s eyes fell on Ichigo and widened, before she turned back to the blue-haired man. “You shouldn’t get so distracted! Other people will get hurt!” The man’s cheeks reddened.

“’m fine,” he muttered. Then he looked at Ichigo and offered him a hand. “Y’alright?” he asked, clearly embarrassed. Ichigo blinked and took the hand, fighting back a blush.

“Uh, yeah. I’m…I’m good,” he replied. As the man helped him to stand, Ichigo had to virtually beat away the thoughts in his mind. Don’t focus on the biceps…don’t focus on the biceps…he chanted internally. Once he was upright, he swayed a little, the blood rushing anywhere but to his brain. “Sh-shit,” he mumbled as he stumbled a little. Immediately, a strong arm was wrapped around him.

“You sure about that?” a low voice asked. Ichigo closed his eyes. Get it together, Kurosaki, he chastised himself, you’re an assassin. You can’t be going weak in the knees for one hot guy. You see Renji every day. An image of Renji snoring, on his bed, hair tangled and drool pooling on the pillow next to him, rose in his mind and Ichigo found himself able to gain his composure. Ok, maybe Renji isn’t that hot…

“U-uh, yeah,” Ichigo mumbled. He opened his eyes and stepped away from the stranger. He turned around with a reassuring smile to the man and the woman. “Sorry about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Not the way you were planning on meeting your new neighbour, I’m sure. Uh, I’m Ichigo. Live next door,” Ichigo introduced himself. The green-haired girl smiled.

“I’m Nelliel! You can call me Nel! It’s nice to meet you, Ichigo! I’m glad Grimmy didn’t crush you into dust!” she answered with an enthusiastic wave.

‘Grimmy’ shot Nel a glare. He turned back to Ichigo. “’M Grimmjow. Not whatever weird nickname she” Grimmjow jerked a thumb toward Nel, “decides to give me for the day.” Grimmjow? More like Grimm-WOW. Ichigo internally cringed at his own lame pun and thanked the universe he didn’t say that out loud. He opened his mouth to make an excuse to leave when a voice behind him called out.

“IIICHIGOOOO~,” Kisuke’s voice rang out from the front door of his home. Ichigo tensed. “I see you’re not at Yoruichi’s and she said –”

Eyes wide, Ichigo spun around, desperate not to be roped into another experiment with deadly weapons and poisonous concoctions. “I’m helping the neighbours move in, Kisuke!” he hollered. He heard a quiet ‘huh?’ behind him and shot a pleading look over his shoulder at Grimmjow and Nel. Grimmjow frowned, confused, but Nel seemed to catch on. She smiled brightly and waved to Kisuke.

“Your son is really kind to offer his help!” she called. Ichigo dared a glance at Kisuke to see if the lie worked and caught sight of Kisuke’s knowing look. Unfortunately, the windows of the house gave a clear view of their neighbour’s front yard…so it looked like Ichigo would be under surveillance. Damn. I won’t be able to get away. He turned and held his arms out for a box, but it wasn’t Nel who handed him one. Instead, Grimmjow grabbed the large, heavy box he dropped earlier and rested half of it in Ichigo’s arms.

“It’s too heavy to carry alone,” was the only justification Ichigo got. He blinked, cheeks turning pink as he realized this would mean he’d have to work with Grimmjow…carrying things…watching the other man carry things…and see more of those lovely biceps…yeah, ok, maybe Ichigo was more on board with this than he thought.

#grimmichi #grimmichi challenge #writing challenge #m34gswrites #found family #jaegerjaquez grimmjow #kurosaki ichigo #ch:urahara #ch:Renji abarai #ch:Orihime #ch: Nel #ch:Rukia #ch:Chad

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madaramee · 2 years

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So Ryuumon Houzokimaru, right?

For the record, I love Ikkaku’s Bankai. It’s one of the most badass-looking Bankai in the series and its reveal was dope af. It’s a real shame it’s subject to the primary effect, and never explored again. I’m a big sucker for big heavy weaponry but if all they bring to the table are just big bodies to beat people with, then in a series like Bleach I see why this can only go so far. I’m just upset that there haven’t been any proper revisits to it later in the series, like how we keep getting new Byakuya special Bankai techniques.

But at the same time I see why it works as well as it does, narratively. And boy am I going to talk about that.

A primary component of Ikkaku's personality is, obviously enough, his love for fighting and how much he enjoys it. This in turn, much like Kenpachi, poses a huge hindrance on him. Yes, hindrance. In the same way Zaraki Kenpachi imposes subconscious limiters upon himself so that he's weaker and can fight strong opponents, Ikkaku's favorism towards fighting manifests pretty perfectly in his Bankai: Ryuumon Houzokimaru.

Regrettably, Ryuumon Houzokimaru is one of the most underwhelming Bankais presented in the Bleach universe, probably virtue of appearing as one of the firsts (and never receiving an upgrade like Renji's, Ichigo's or Toshiro's). Yet it still follows the same principle as the rest: it takes one component of its initial release, found in its owner in some way, and amps it up to the extreme.

Ryuumon Houzokimaru grants no special abilities. It only grants a massive boost in power -- Reiatsu, much like Komamura's Bankai; though its only special ability is that it gets stronger the more Ikkaku swings it around. Now I have my own thoughts on whether or not Ikkaku mastered his Bankai or not; claiming Houzokimaru is lazy by nature and that he has to be woken up, implies that there isn't an absolute degree of cooperation between owner and Zanpakuto and that there's still development to be had. However, it's safe to say this is the ideal Bankai for Ikkaku. Despite being underwhelming and easily defeated by more extravagant or effective abilities shown in the series, that is the entire essence for Ikkaku's battle style. He just likes to fight, and does whatever he wants; just to make the fight more fun.

Ryuumon Houzokimaru, accordingly, doesn't start at full strength. Sure, it starts at some; but the longer Ikkaku fights with it, the stronger it gets. This necessarily means he needs to drag the fight out if he wants to be at his real full strength, which I believe, is not in his best interest. He just wants to enjoy it. I also believe that if he'd come to communicate better and understand Houzokimaru, he could technically start off with as high a boost as Ryuumon Houzokimaru would allow. However, being who he is -- he never will. Because much like his unorthodox fighting style off-Shikai and his attempt to rise against Ichigo despite being sliced open, the key is in him having fun. Fights, to him, are just a means to enjoyment.

It's unfortunate that his is one of the least effective releases. But it's also a testament to how true to himself Ikkaku really is. Unlike say, a certain 2nd Division or 4th Division Captain(s).

#ikkaku meta #man i've been wanting to talk about this for a long while now

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mlm-mod-taka · 3 years

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Aw shoot im sorry dude! Next time Ill more thoroughly read your blacklist!!

Can I replace Nagito with Kaito Momota?

STRESSED & ANXIOUS READER • byakuya, gonta, kaito x transmasc reader

dont worry about it, 🦑 anon! (im assuming youre the one that requested this.) and sure! i hope these are okay, ive been a little tired recently so i apologize if there are any typos. enjoy!

tws/cws: mentions of top and bottom surgery.

|| -> mod taka <3

ive stated before that byakuya probably relates to you being stressed about school work, so he does try to help you the best that he can.

will most likely help you study and complete certain projects, there are even times where he'll just do it for you since hes worried that he might stress you out more if he did include you.

if youre anxious about a test, or about handing in a project, he'll try to help you overcome it with logic, and probably slandering your other classmates.

"your project looks just fine, s/o. in fact, its much better than what hagakure brought in. compared to that, you should get a perfect score."

when you come back to him with a good score, he'll invite you over to his house so you can have a "small" celebration, or atleast what a small celebration is in his eyes.

he buys your favorite food, gives you new clothes, there are decorations all over the room that were probably placed by the maids, and a cake in the middle of the table.

is really happy when he sees that you got a good score, honestly. you can clearly see a small smile on his face while he congratulates you, but if you bring it up he'll deny everything, most likely.

now, if youre stressed about transitioning, he has many solutions for that. he can practically contact anyone in the world and get whatever he wants, so this includes you too.

if youre anxious about it for medical reasons, then he'll hire the best doctor in town so that they can tell you the whole process of it, and what changes it'll bring.

if you also plan to have any surgery but youre worried about the pain or the cost, say no more. he'll probably already pay for your surgery in the most prestine hospital, and ask a surgeon about things to help reduce the pain or the swelling.

if youre anxious/stressed about what others will say when you transition, he'll reassure you by saying that no one would ever dare to hurt the boyfriend of byakuya togami. and if they do, then he'll take care of them to save you the trouble.

he doesnt want to be the cause of stress in your life, he wants to be the only you can come to for comfort and reassurance. it sounds really cliche, but he just wants to be there for you so you wont feel lonely like he did.

helps you cope with it. understands that people need to let out their stress somehow, so he'll help you do it. starting with bugs.

will bring you the prettiest bug that he has, and points out all the cool things that make it stand out from the rest of the crowd. will probably make you pet it so you can feel calmer, since it always calms him down.

if you dont like bugs, then he'll just bring you to his favorite sanctuary where all the bugs either need to be seen with a magnifying glass, or theyre hiding in the plants.

that way you dont see them, and you get a pretty view of some exotic plants! he'll talk about subjects that help him deal with stress, so even if it doesnt work on you, then atleast you can look at him being happy.

he does try to help you with some of the subject youre stressed in. so, if youre struggling with science then he'll definitely lend you a helping hand.

if youre struggling with english, then he'll still try to help, but it really doesnt do much since he himself isnt the best at it. would probably ask kaede or shuichi to help you instead.

would definitely try to help by doing your project for you, but hes really clumsy when trying to glue small pieces together, and he probably breaks a few things accidentally. so, he just resorts to being next to you while you do it for moral support.

will be your personal cheerleader! encourages you that your score will be great, and that you dont need to worry about anything. will probably do a small dance that kaede taught him to motivate you.

when you mention that youre anxious about transitioning, he doesnt know what to do at first. gonta will probably give you a speech about how he will still love you, completely misunderstanding your point.

when you explain more in depth, then he'll understand what you mean. what he does to help you is telling you that the process wont hurt that much, and that he'll be there for when you need comfort.

if youre worried about the surgery, then gonta will buy you foods that will help reduce swelling. he has a bunch of pineapples in his fridge for when you get your surgery.

is just very supportive and will do anything you ask, even if hes not great at it. gonta is willing to help you in everyway he can, because he hates to see you so down in yourself.

you? stressed? well, leave it to him! kaito will do things to help lighten your mood so you can atleast laugh for a bit. hes not great at comforting people and doing school things, so hes happy to help you this way.

will make jokes about things that he knows for sure you'll laugh at. hes known you for awhile now, so he definitely knows your sense of humor, and has it down to a t.

it gives him an ego boost when he sees you giggle at his joke, and it makes him happy that youre still able to smile even if youre going through something.

tries to pander alot to your interest, so you can focus on the positive instead of the negative. youre stressed about a test that you studied for? you think youre not gonna do well? incorrect.

of course, lets you vent out your feelings and cry if you want to, hes not gonna force you to be happy and guilt trip you when youre clearly sad.

since hes not the best at expressing it with words, he'll do it in actions. the hug he gives you while youre ranting about how worried and nervous you are all the time is full of sympathy and love.

if youre struggling with a project, then hes happy to help! he'll hold certain things for you, glue things together, write down the notes for you, etc. etc... just alot of small things that shows that he wants to help out.

when you mention that youre also worried about transitioning, he also doesnt get it, but he will agree with whatever you say! just because he doesnt get it, doesnt mean that whatever youre feeling isnt valid.

the main way he helps you with this is by telling you that you will look so handsome when you transition, and telling you all the new and great things that will happen to you.

when you mention that youre worried about the surgery, if youre referring to top surgery, he'll say that you dont need to wear something so tight on your chest anymore, and you can run without feeling it move!

if youre talking about bottom surgery, then he'll honestly mention that you can choose your size. he thinks thats a really great and convenient thing, and its better to look at the positive rather than the negative!

just tries to make you happy. he wants to be that person that can always make you smile in any scenario, no matter how dire. your smile means the world to him, so he'll definitely try his best to get it back.

#📍 dismissal ∆#byakuya togami #byakuya #byakuya togami x reader #byakuya x reader #gonta gokuhara #gonta #gonta gokuhara x reader #gonta x reader #kaito momota #kaito #kaito momota x reader #kaito x reader #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa headcanons #🦑 anon

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pinkhairedlily · 3 years

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Blue Fire Tree

Prompt: Everlasting (last day omgggg) | Gift for @tinaillustrations ! Hope you like this fluffy piece! I enjoyed writing this one. 🤗| Happy HitsuHina Week! @hitsuhina-week 💛💙

“Fire trees should be blue not red,” Ichika mumbles while filling in the traced pattern of the tree on the canvass as Hinamori gathers her unruly red mane into a semblance of a bun. Her charge was a Shinigami apprentice and had the hodgepodge attitude of both of her parents. She was sarcastic, blunt, inquisitive, passionate, and kind.

Renji thought she was the best person to teach his daughter common spells to start off her training. Not that Hinamori disliked being the resident kido expert. She particularly loved the monicker, but there were times she felt she didn’t deserve the title. Like today when, for some other reason, Ichika and her was blindsided by arts and crafts.

“Wouldn’t you like the flowers to resemble your hair?” Hinamori clips the last of the strands and looks over the child’s shoulder. The colors spill out of the lines and the scenery seems to change from summer to winter.

“But blue is the hottest color. Imagine trees blooming with the brightest flames, the most intense warmth, and the most lasting flowers.” Ichika finishes the piece with a last dash of blue paint. The apprentice turns to her and asks, “Does it look so desolate?”

“No, not really. To me, winter has always been warm.“

Someone coughs behind them to get their attention. Hitsugaya Toushiro, captain of the 10th Division, stands awkwardly at the entrance of the dojo with a tray of tea and pot of biscuits. It doesn’t escape her notice that he used the tea set she gave last Christmas, and this observation makes her feel giddy inside.

Maybe I’m just appreciative of people who use my gifts, Hinamori justifies to herself.

“Hello, Captain Hitsugaya. Is that for us or for Vice-Captain Momo?” Ichika greets him as she takes the tray off his hands.

The blush creeps on the captain’s face just as quickly as his brows furrow in annoyance. He quickly glares at the mischievous remark of Ichika and redirects his gaze to his equally flustered childhood best friend. “This was not of my own good will. I was threatened by Byakuya to take good care of his precious niece, and it just so happens that this space is under my jurisdiction.”

Hinamori tilts her head in a slight apology. “I hope we don’t bother you too much. Would you like to join us for some art session? Ichika loves to paint today.”

He almost says something, but he stops himself. His stance goes from alert to rigid, and tension fills the air. “Maybe some other time.” Ichika glances from her current teacher to the captain and back to her teacher again.

“Oh, sorry for taking up your time.” Hinamori slightly bows, unsure of what transpired just now, and Hitsugaya nods in return. Before he is completely out of her sight, she calls out to him again.

“Shiro-chan?” He glances back at the sound of his nickname. “Thanks for the tea.”

He smiles in mild annoyance before he flash-steps out of their sight. “It’s Captain Hitsugaya to you.”

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“Something’s bothering you,” Rangiku says to Hinamori as she slides beside her in the ramen booth. “Your treat in exchange for my wisdom.” She proceeds to order her usual ramen and sake combo.

“How was your trip to the Land of the Living?” Hinamori asks, obviously skirting the issue she wishes to raise.

“Kazui is subdued and gentle like his mother, but somehow, he manages to get into fights with bullies on the street. It’s his Ichigo genes.” The combo meal arrives along with two shot glasses. “How are you doing with the chaotic devil spawn Ichika?”

“She’s progressing really fast with the kido, but she gets so distracted easily. It’s cute though that Renji and Rukia are not pressuring her. Great parents. How nice it must be.”

Rangiku side-eyes her while slurping the thick noodles. “How nice what now – “

Hinamori plays with her empty bowl and fidgets with her chopsticks. “To not be alone.”

She chokes on her noodles and quickly downs half of the sake bottle. “Oh, this is great news! I have someone on my mind who would like to be in your company forever.”

Hinamori gives no response and instead continues fiddling with her bowl. “How nice it is to be also like Shiro-chan, content and busy enough to be single. How do I become like your captain, Rangiku?”

The smile fades from the woman’s face and is replaced by a bustling vein near her temple. “I’m sorry what did that short man do or say to you?”

“I asked him if he would like to do some art with us, you know, help me with babysitting for a few minutes, but he literally stiffened like a stick. Seems like he doesn’t want to waste time with kids or do any family-related activities. Or maybe he’s just too busy, captain duties and all.”

And yet he took the time to bring you tea, a voice screams inside her mind.

“That’s….rude,” an exasperated Rangiku remarks. She pours a glass for Hinamori and decides on a plan. “Unless you’re seeing him as….?”

“Huh? Oh no no no.” Hinamori downs the liquid in one gulp, suddenly embarrassed by her friend’s insinuation. “We’re just friends, childhood friends. I…don’t see Shiro-chan that way.”

“Sure, whatever you say Momo. Do you want me to introduce you to some people?”

Hinamori looks up at her, doe-eyed.

“I guess that’s a yes.”

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Hinamori actually forgot about her request to Rangiku as she and her student started to settle in a rather serious kido training. The plan apparently was set to happen after a week when she came across a bulletin announcing her quest for a perfect match through a one-day interview application. This was the first time Hinamori wanted to be swallowed by the void and never return to Seiretei.

She finds herself visiting Division 10 HQ every afternoon but to no avail since coincidentally, Rangiku has some errands to do in Karakura, and won’t be back until the date of the interview. Or maybe it has also something to do with Hinamori avoiding Hitsugaya and having to do all the explaining. And so she had no choice but to wait for the inevitable day.

“Uhhh Vice-Captain Matsumoto, you said introduce, not organize a whole dating screening process!” Hinamori’s voice goes a pitch higher for each word, but Rangiku is too busy arranging the people lining up to notice her.

Her current captain, Shinji Hirako, chuckles beside the blondie, amused by the growing line of eligible Shinigami singles in their HQ. “You are quite the eye candy in our division, huh. Didn’t expect you’d have this many suitors.” He squeezes his vice-captain’s shoulder as form of reassurance. “You should have told me, Hinamori. I could have set you up in an arranged marriage.”

“Captain, that’s atrocious!” Hinamori protests. She walks over to Rangiku to disperse the line, but Yumichika and Ikkaku move to her side and grabs her midway through her litany of objections. They lead her to a makeshift container with two chairs facing each other and a table in between.

“This is ridiculous,” Hinamori mumbles her breath, her energy already defeated by the two dumbasses in front of her.

“Well to be fair, Hinamori, this is a long time coming,” Yumichika says.

“And the result necessitates this kind of method so stop mumbling and screen your admirers, babe,” Ikkaku supplies. Irritated, Hinamori chases them off with two fireballs.

The first ten Shinigami ‘applicants’ were too insufferable as they were clearly aiming for the prestige of her position.

“If dating a vice-captain would give me a higher seat in Gotei 13 then why am I still single?” she bats the question to the 11th person who sat across her. When they didn’t give her an answer, she sighs, “Next please.”

“Would you know what’s my favorite brand of tea?”

“Uhh, Robusta.”

“I believe that’s coffee. Next please.”

“Hello, vice-captain Hinamori, I brought you peaches. They’re my favorite.”

“I’m allergic to them. I’m sorry. Next please?”

“What are your strengths?”

“Well, I can do shunpo.”

“That’s basic Shinigami skills.”

“…………..”

“I’ll see myself out. Thank you for your time, vice-captain.”

“I know you’re traumatized by Aizen-“

The container collapses as Hinamori summons Tobiume.

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“I think I will be forever alone.” Hinamori looks on as her fellow vice-captains clean up the mess she incurred over the unfinished statement earlier.

“I’m really sorry if I did the whole thing over the top,” Rangiku tells her sincerely. She hugs the raven-haired girl and waits in silent for the commotion to die down. “Though the last one was really foul, and you were valid to be angry.”

“I was afraid I’d burn down Captain Shinji’s quarters.”

“You can, just to piss him off. The whole process is so draining, huh?” Hinamori nods at the observation. Rangiku continues, seemingly voicing her own thoughts, “It’s hard to put yourself out there especially when they don’t know batshit about you. Would be easier if you have common interests or when they’re already your friend.”

The last phrase is said so pointedly that Hinamori’s mind automatically pictures Hitsugaya. She runs along with her imagination. How easy it would be indeed to spend the rest of her life with him. And as if her mind conjured him, the 10th Division Captain comes into view alongside Ichika. It looks like her student dragged him to the unfortunate event.

There’s an angry glint in his eyes that Hinamori noticed. It was the torn expression he wore when she wounded her knees back when they were kids, the same frown when she told him she would kill for the traitor, the same worried eyes when she almost died. But his eyes refuse to meet hers.

“You missed all the fun, Captain.” Rangiku stretches out her arms as she stands up. She gestures for the rest of their friends to come nearer so they could re-group and go home. “It was a bad plan, and I owe Hinamori one. So we’re kinda ready for your scolding.”

Hitsugaya stays silent throughout the shuffling of his fellow Shinigami, in fact he remains frozen for too long that Ichika elbows him to get a response out of him. “Come on, you ruminated one week for this, and I had to physically stop you from harassing the interested applicants.”

“Shut up, Ichika,” the silver-haired captain mutters.

“I’ll tell on you to Uncle Byakuya!” the redhead sticks out her tongue and runs over to the side of Rangiku.

More annoyed than ever, Hitsugaya grunts and storms off towards Hinamori. “I’m not here to scold anyone. I’m here for the….dating application,” he gulps amid the collective gasps that ran through the group and the muffled laughter of Rangiku who clearly foresaw this.

“Well, what can I say, but fucking finally!” The blonde swigs a new bottle of wine from inside her robes and goes to do a little crowd control.

Hinamori’s eyes get a little bit bigger, and she stares at him with mouth agape, but she lets him grab her hand, in a gentle manner that he usually does, and brings her to the farthest fire tree in the area.

“Shiro-chan, what did you mean……” She continues to stare at his hand who somehow refuses to let go of her yet.

Ironically, he is also staring at the same hand, unsure whether to let go right now before he can actually say something. “I don’t know why you had to go through all of that.”

“I’m..I’m still confused, to be honest. It was just a passing feeling of loneliness, and I rambled to Rangiku which she took seriously….” Hinamori knows she is starting to word vomit out of nervousness, but she halts when he finally lets her go. Maybe she has misunderstood his presence again.

Hitsugaya raises his palm to her. “Would you let me…uhhh…word vomit this time?”

She slowly nods, rather shocked at his insistence, and even more so when he chooses to ramble.

“Momo, I have a cold reiatsu. My touch is never warm. But I know you like green tea, steeped in warm water for exactly 10 minutes, and that you don’t put sugar. You are afraid of storms, and you need a blanket around you to calm down. You like watermelon, but I think it’s because I subjected you to multiple summers of conditioning. You’re my childhood best friend. You’re hardworking. You are a kido expert. You earned your right to be a vice-captain, and you’ll do greater things.

And I know it’s not enough to say that I know you, I’ve always known you, but will it be enough for you to allow me to stay beside you?”

Hinamori leans against the trunk of the fire tree, breathless from his train of words. “Oh my god, this is too overwhelming. I thought you hated being not single.”

“What?” Hitsugaya looks at her with a puzzled expression.

“You don’t like Ichika. Or doing art…with kids.”

“Well, Ichika is a brat to me, but she’s a good student and will be a good Shinigami like her parents.” He nurses his temples for the growing headache. “Momo, listen to me.” He steps closer to her and makes sure she’s only looking at him. “I panicked because I visualized you and me….and you know. It wasn’t right when I haven’t even told you anything yet.”

“Oh.” The moment of realization dawns on her. “Oh, that’s great.”

“So we can finally go back to how we were.” Hitsugaya lets out a shaky breath as he sits on the grass and watches as the red petals of the fire tree shower them lightly.

A blushing Hinamori crouches down to his level. “Well, not quite. You should know, Shiro-chan, your reiatsu has always been warm and comforting to me.” She reaches out to take his hand and intertwines their fingers.

Hitsugaya smiles as he silently thanks himself that he outgrew her by two inches so he could easily slip a kiss on her forehead. “It’s Captain Hitsugaya.”

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Ichika tries to see beyond the wall of spectators but Rangiku is not letting anyone through. She huffs indignantly, wanting to know whether her incessant prodding and pestering of the oblivious Hitsugaya bore some fruit. She has no choice but to juice out all the details later on from her uncle.

On second thought, maybe she won’t have to. Blue petals swayed with the light breeze of the wind, and on the far edge of the Fifth Division’s HQ is a lone blue fire tree.

#hitsuhina week #hitsuhina day 14 #hitsuhina #toshiro hitsugaya #momo hinamori #hitsugaya #hinamori #bleach couples #anime fanfiction #this is my first time participating in a gift exchange im so happy

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bleachbleachbleach · 3 years

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We’ve been rewatching all of the Bleach movies this week, and I’m fairly certain that every time I watch these, my comprehension of them drops another standard deviation because the lore they’re trying to bring to the table is so bonkers. That’s honestly not even a knock, though, because the places at which the fabric of a fictional universe ceases to make sense are so often my happy place. And even apart from like, whatever lore we’re dropping about double Hyourinmarus or Hell or two friends Rukia made in Rukongai who are somehow not also Renji’s friends--I feel like I’m living my best Gotei 13 life in the movies trying to trace out their decision-making in these movies. XDDD Because like, sure, the only reason any character appears or does anything in a movie is to be present for the purposes of fanservice. But it is so much funnier to think about their potential in-universe motivations, and to weave that into the administrative logic through which the Gotei 13 operates. I have more to say about this but honestly probably need to watch them all yet again before I can form coherent thoughts. Meanwhile, poor Hinamori, Sir Not Appearing in ANY of These Films--not even for the Great Petrifying Foam Disaster That Wiped Out 1/3 of the Seireitei And Required All Hands on Deck in Order to Fight its Tentacles. Or Kusaka’s freakin’ no-pants humanoid ice dragon, also rampaging across her literal doorstep. No commute required!

This isn’t about the movies, but on that “where the fabric of a fictional universe ceases to make sense” note, I find it completely charming that the filler arcs/eps both do- and do not exist in the core timeline. Because like, they’re not quite parallel universes, in the literal mathematical sense? You’d think they’d have to be, since clearly they didn’t take a beach day (or have to deal with an entire clone invasion) smack in the middle of the Winter War, and/or in the midst of a three-season-spanning Ichigo vs. Ulquiorra fight--but then like, there’s a scene where Nanao or someone mentions, in regular-timeline world, something that happened in a filler arc, and I was like, wait, holy shit, you remember that?! And I’m pretty sure she was referencing zanpakutou or something, rather than the Bount arc, which was easier to insert linearly into the timeline. I FOUND IT VERY CHARMING to imagine that something germaine to the experience of existing in this universe is simply to exist in multiple timelines, splitting and coalescing where necessary, eschewing assumptions that time and space are linear and living it out without comment.

That’s this blog’s whole brand:

Maybe that’s what Aizen was so pressed about, lololol. He wanted people to comment on it, gdi: His reality-bending powers can’t be truly appreciated when people are just like, “Dear Diary, today we lost a pillar. But we also got accosted by the cakebelt-wearing manifested sword of some weirdo relative of Byakuya’s, and then we forgot Rukia existed and Mayuri went crazy. It was a long but singular day.”

#bleach #bleach movies #unparalleled universes

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hopeymchope · 3 years

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The Pre-Valentine’s Meeting: A Danganronpa Fic

Summary: Leon Kuwata calls together the men of Hope's Peak's 78th class in an attempt to learn who is expecting to receive Valentine's chocolate from which of their female classmates.

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"What's up, my dudes?" Leon Kuwata said as he strolled into the dining hall. He was addressing the longest table in the hall, where all of the other openly male members of the 78th class were currently seated.

In contrast to Leon's jovial attitude, Byakuya Togami looked deeply irritated. "We should be the ones asking that," he said irritably, "Since this meeting was at your insistence."

"This gathering is an important opportunity regardless of why Kuwata-kun requested it," Kiyotaka Ishimaru declared proudly, directing his comments towards Byakuya. "We must make the most of this chance to maximize our bonds as men!"

"I suppose I'm down with what bro said," Mondo Owada offered, "But does it gotta happen so late?"

"I'd never have guessed you're the early-to-bed type, Owada-kun," Makoto Naegi said with a light laugh.

Before Mondo could respond, Hifumi Yamada interjected: "It's only midnight! I'd normally be working until at least 2 a.m. on my latest doujin!"

"I ain't against a late night," Mondo said to Makoto. "But we gotta be real here, man — it's only Thursday."

"Exactly!" Leon replied, still standing. "It's basically already the weekend! Besides, don't tell me that your gang never got up to anything on Thursday nights."

"Not this late," Mondo told him. He smiled as he added, "Gotta save that energy so we can really tear it up on Friday night, y'know?"

"I do hold reservations about whether this will negatively impact our performance tomorrow," Taka said. "However, as there are no tests scheduled for this Friday, I believe the benefits of this male bonding time will outweigh the possible blowback!"

"Whatever, thanks for that," Leon said dismissively. "Let's get down to business," he said, pivoting to something that put much more passion in his voice. "We're a week and a half out from V-Day, and I am here to find out who among us is expecting Valentine's chocolate from which ladies!"

Makoto closed his eyes and hung his head. Mondo audbily groaned.

Yasuhiro Hagakure, on the other hand, grinned. "If that's all ya wanna know, I'll be happy to peer into the future for you!" he told Leon. "I've got a special Valentine deal going: Just 100 million yen!"

Now everyone at the table groaned. Makoto leaned over and gently told Hiro, "Ah, nobody here is gonna go for that. Sorry."

Byakuya Togami stood up. "If there's nothing else... " he muttered, then pivoted to face the door.

"Please, Togami-kun!" Taka said, reaching out with an open palm. "Without the full complement of our brethren, this male-bonding activity will be incomplete!"

Togami gave him a withering look. "I couldn't possibly care about that," he said. "I only came here to this gathering in the first place to satisfy my mild curiosity about what Kuwata considered so urgent." He moved his attention to Leon. "I admit that I didn't expect much, but you actually surprised me, Kuwata."

"How's that?" Leon said.

Byakuya smirked. "This was an even more foolish waste of time than I anticipated." He turned away once more. "Don't bother me again." With that, he walked out.

Taka looked crestfallen, but Leon didn't even visibly react to the insult. "Whatever," he said, shrugging. "He's only gonna get chocolate from Fukawa anyway."

Hifumi rubbed his chin. "Even if that's true, wouldn't her dual nature mean he'll get two gifts?"

"Dude, who even cares about that?" Leon responded. He pointed a finger at the side of his head. "Are you brain dead or something? It's not about how much chocolate you get — it's about the ladies you get it from!"

Hifumi gently adjusted his glasses with one hand. "Speak for yourself," he said back. "3D women mean nothing to me."

Mondo chuckled a little. "So nobody in our class is good enough for ya?" he prodded. "That the size of it?"

"Nothing so entitled," Hifumi said. "3D women are just too complicated, too... messy. With my 2D girls, I always know where I stand. The flags for instigating romance are always obvious, and in most cases, the ladies respond positively to those flags regardless of any other factors."

"Sure," Leon said, unconvinced. He finally sat down, slipping into a chair across from Hifumi, then leaning forward to bring himself closer. Hifumi instinctively leaned away. "Are you really gonna sit there and pretend there's not a single girl in the class who's even got you a little interested in the real thing?" Leon pressed.

Hifumi began to sweat. "We-well, I... I suppose... " He placed his forefinger across his lips and looked downward. "I mean... I guess I wouldn't mind if Chihiro Fujisaki-dono g-gave me some chocolate... "

Mondo glanced sideways and pursed his lips. "Huh," he muttered.

Leon rubbed the hair hanging off his chin between his thumb and forefinger as he looked at Hifumi skeptically. "But is that, uh... likely?"

Hifumi looked dubious, but he managed a smile. "We've enjoyed working together on some projects in the past. Perhaps some Friend Chocolate... ?"

Leon shook his head. "Man, that's the worst kind of chocolate," he said.

"Philistine!" Hifumi suddenly declared. He thrust forward one hand, pointing dramatically at Leon as he bellowed, "All chocolate is precious!"

Leon folded his arms and leaned his head back. "Don't get all high-and-mighty with me. You know damn well the kinda chocolate I wanna hear about, man!"

"Well both of you shut the hell up?!" Mondo yelled, slamming a fist on the table. Everyone jerked backwards. Hifumi let out a small yelp of surprise. Makoto flailed his arms a bit. Unphased, Mondo continued, "Your dumbass argument doesn't matter!"

After an awkward beat of silence from the group, Taka was the first one to lean back into position. Sitting beside Mondo, he sternly said, "Bro, you know that kind of language is-"

Mondo waved him off. "Yeah, I know, I know. Sorry, bro."

Leon swallowed and tried to hold his ground. "Well, it still matters to me what kind of chocolate it is."

"That's not even what I was talkin' about," Mondo grumbled, looking away.

Taka's brow furrowed. "Then what did you mean by saying that it 'doesn't matter'?"

Mondo looked at him with irritation. "Just that... look, Fujisaki... " He paused and cleared his throat, then looked down at the floor. "They ain't plannin' to give anybody anything more than Friend Chocolate, okay?!"

There was another moment of silence that was soon interrupted by a loud gasp from Hiro. "This is awful!" he shouted. "Owada-chi! How come you never told me you're a psychic, too?!"

Before Mondo could protest, Taka stepped in. "That is not what bro is saying!" Taka told Hiro confidently. "Clearly, he learned this because he and Fujisaki-kun discuss workout tips!"

Makoto looked at Mondo with an expression of surprise on his face that transitioned into something else as he narrowed his eyes. He said, "So Owada-kun, are you saying that you just... asked her?"

Mondo eyes locked with his so quickly that Makoto flinched. "Hell no!" Mondo replied. "They just said so, okay?!"

This inspired a chuckle from Leon. "Maybe she was trying to keep you from getting your hopes up," he said, smiling.

Now it was Leon's turn to be on the receiving end of Mondo's glare. "God dammit, it ain't like that!" Mondo said.

"C-can we just move on from Fujisaki-dono already?" Hifumi said as visible sweat beaded upon his face. "Leon Kuwata-dono — why don't you volunteer information on the chocolate you expect to receive? You were the one to initiate this meeting, after all."

Letting out a fake sigh, Leon grinned as he said, "I get it. Everybody wants to know what Valentine's Day looks like for a real ladies' man. And yes, I'm sure I'll be getting chocolate from many of my fans."

Mondo let out a guffaw. "Is one of those 'fans' your cousin?" he teased.

Leon rolled his eyes. "I mean... she'll probably send me some too, but no, I meant-"

"I was asking about our classmates," Hifumi interrupted, pointing at Leon. He wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the rim of his glasses. "Are any of them your 'fans'?"

At this, Leon frowned a little. "Well... I'm hoping to receive some from somebody, but I kinda think she might have her eyes on somebody else... " His gaze drifted over to Makoto.

Makoto smiled nervously, holding up his hands in defense. "Hey now... I'm not expecting chocolate from anybody." At that, the entire rest of the table burst into laughter. Makoto looked around at everyone in confusion. "What?!" he demanded. "What'd I say?!"

As he stopped chuckling, Mondo bowed his head. "Dude, you really are clueless."

Makoto threw up his hands. "About what?"

"For starters, Maizono-chan is constantly by your side," Leon pointed out.

"She's a good friend!" Makoto insisted. "And that's all!"

Taka spoke up next. "I have noticed that Ikusaba-kun speaks with you more than most of our classmates."

Makoto shook his head rapidly. "Ikusaba-san is a friend, too! She's not, like... into me or anything like that."

"You and the detective girl seem pretty close," Hifumi observed.

Makoto looked away. "Kirigiri-san is... uh, sh-she wouldn't be interested in someone like me... " he said softly.

"Like I said," Mondo remarked. "You're clueless."

"You've got it wrong!" Makoto exclaimed, jumping to his feet. He pointed one hand dramatically around the table as he said, "Just because I'm friends with these girls doesn't mean they want to be my girlfriend!"

"And what about you?" Leon pressed. "Do you want to date any of them?"

Makoto opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. His face reddened, and he slowly slumped back into his seat. "I'll... deal with that on White Day," he finally murmured.

Leon leaned back and and raised an eyebrow at Makoto. "Yeah, about White Day... Do I gotta get your permission before I give any of those girls chocolate?"

Raising his forefinger to the side of his mouth, Makoto scratched at his cheek and said, "No no, you're fine!" After a momentary pause, he added, "Uh, I assume you're talking about Maizono-san?"

Leon visibly cringed. "If you know that I'm into her, does that mean Maizono-chan knows?"

Makoto nodded a couple times. "She does have really good intuition," he said, smiling sympathetically.

Hiro rubbed his head sheepishly as he told Leon, "Actually, I knew you're gunning for her, too."

"Crap," Leon said emphatically. "If you could tell, everybody must know!"

"Hey — not everybody has my psychic power!" Hiro protested.

Mondo bowed his head a bit and countered, "Kuwata's got a point, man. I mean, I already knew."

Leon put his head in his hands. "And here I was already working out a grand romantic gesture for White Day," he grumbled.

Taka clenched his fist. "You can still do that!" he declared. "It need not be a complete surprise!"

Closing one eye tight, Leon looked upwards with the other as he considered that. "It loses some impact, but... yeah, maybe." He sat upright once more to look at Taka and Mondo, who were seated beside one another. “Let's just move on," Leon said quickly. "This is about the V-Day, not White Day. So what about you two?"

Mondo and Taka exchanged look, then simultaneously turned back to Leon. "What about us?" Mondo asked.

With exasperation, Leon asked, "What girls do you think you'll get chocolate from?"

Confused, Taka and Mondo looked at each other for a long moment. Then, slowly, they began to laugh.

As the two of them burst into hysterics, Leon threw up his hands in a shrug. "Am I missing something?"

Mondo gradually stopped laughing. "Who needs chocolate from girls?" he said. Throwing an arm around Taka, he grinned as he continued, "All I need is some chocolate from my bro here, and I'm set!"

Blushing, Taka put an arm around Mondo and exclaimed, "Same here!"

Leon closed his eyes and sighed. "Well, this is turning into a real bust," he grumbled.

"Perhaps the problem is that no one can truly know what to expect," Hifumi offered.

"Yeah," Hiro agreed. "None of us are in relationships, and I mean... when it comes to girls, most of us are just as clueless as Naegi-chi!"

"Hey!" Makoto protested.

Ignoring Makoto, a dismayed Leon acknowledged Hiro's remark. "Yeah, I'm getting that impression." Looking around at the group, he said, "Maybe I should've waited to ask for everyone's White Day plans. At least then it's all up to the guys."

Taka gave a swift nod to that. "It is easiest to know future events when you are the one who controls them," he stated.

Makoto frowned at Hiro. "You know, somehow it hurts more when you call me clueless... "

Hiro shrugged at him by way of apology. "My offer still stands for anyone interested, by the way," Hiro told the table. "Step right up and get your fortune told — learn which ladies will love you today!"

A variety of negative replies emerged from the rest of the table. "Not interested." "No, thank you." "Not a chance." "N-no, sorry." "Nuh-uh."

#danganronpa fanfic #my writing #danganronpa #danganronpa fic #leon kuwata #makoto naegi #yasuhiro hagakure #mondo owada #mondo oowada #kiyotaka ishimaru #hifumi yamada #valentine's day #danganronpa valentines

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stupidstuffatnight · 4 years

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In The Name Of My Family

Byakuya Togami, the Ultimate Affluent Progeny was nothing short of perfection. At least to himself. In his life he had to fight for that title. Now he must carry on and bear a child; as to not disappoint his family and carry on the Togami name. This was all too real for him. In the back of his mind on a regular basis, this is what he had to think of. Depressing as it may be he learned to love the challenge of it all. He will do whatever it takes to be the heir of the Togami family.

Kyoko Kirigiri, the daughter of the Hopes Peak Academies Principal, known as the Ultimate Detective. She was the most respectable girl in Togami's class. He took note of this and had to make a sort of move. They have been friends for a while, or more so mutual's so it couldn't have been difficult.

On a regular basis he sits with Kyoko and others at lunch. Togami decided to ask her out for coffee instead, just the two of them. He needed to express something important to him. At this point in their friendship he has a fair trust with her.

Walking to class where he would ask her for coffee someone waved to him. Usually he wouldn't bat an eye but this time he decided to smile and wave. If this goes well he'll have everything set for greatness. Fixing his uniform he went inside the class. Byakuya sat down next to Kyoko and shifted to face her. He wasn't going to wait.

"Hey Kirigiri. What are you doing at lunch today?"

"This is rather sudden, why?"

"I need you then of course, why would I be sitting here?"

"Yeah I could see that but why?"

"I need to talk to you about something. I can't bring it up here. Do you mind grabbing some coffee with me? Just us two."

"... sure. Can I do my work now?"

"Yeah, yeah go on." Togami stood up and went to his own seat. The person who waved at him sat next to Byakuya. They chatted before the teacher asked for their attention.

Time passes on and the bell rings. After packing up; he waited for Kirigiri so they can walk over to a coffee shop together. Once she was ready they went on their way. Not much was said since they're both not too social, however things were said every now and then.

Upon arriving they quickly ordered something and sat down at a table.

"Alright so what was this all about?"

"Well you see, I need you-"

Makoto Naegi, The Ultimate Lucky Student. There wasn't anything too remarkable about him. Everyone still respected him, despite being basically talentless. He has a sort of wit some others don't have. Not to mention some charm. Along with some of his good friends, he sat with them at lunch in the school cafeteria. He noticed Kyoko and Byakuya were missing, so he asked his friend Aoi Asahina about it.

"Hey Asahina? What happened to Kiri and Togami?"

"No clue- but I saw they both left class together! They're friends and all but I never thought of them being together!"

"Ahah I wouldn't assume right away-"

"BUT IT MAKES SENSE THOUGH! HAVE YOU SEEN THEM? PERFECT COUPLE! THEY'RE BOTH BORING AND PROFESSIONAL."

Makoto didn't bother to reply. He was pretty close to Kyoko and Byakuya so he didn't want to be mean about them. He got a lunch and ate quietly, responding when asked things of course. Nothing but trivial questions of course.

The bell rang and Makoto headed to his class. On his way there he saw Byakuya and Kyoko. They were together actually talking and laughing. However they were both a little off. Only Naegi noticed this off putting situation. He could only go along with it until he could ask about it later. For the time being he went up to them since they have a class together.

"Hey guys! Where were you two?"

"We don't need to tell you everything Makoto-"

"Oh stop being so cryptic" She snapped. "We went to a coffee shop today. I'm sorry we didn't invite you. Mr Affluent Progeny here wanted to speak to me privately." She smiled at Makoto and winked.

"Oh- oh I see! Well I guess things went well. Happy for you two- yayy." He was bad at pretending but he knew what was going on. Makoto making the mood a lot more real and cheerful, they all happily went to class. On the way Makoto wanted to ask Byakuya something.

"Hey Toags, want to hang out after-school again?"

"As long as you never call me that again."

"Eheheh alright then" he blushed slightly while laughing bashfully. He smiled brightly.

Class was boring. Naegi almost fell asleep. Everything he dozed off Byakuya would nudge him. They giggled at first and always smiled after. Class ended eventually Byakuya and Makoto were the last to leave.

Byakuya and Kirigiri were pretty stiff sitting in the coffee shop.

"I need you to be my partner."

"Need? As in you don't want me to be?"

"I guess you could say that. Let me explain. See- hmm. This isn't the easiest to say but I suppose I can't beat around the bush either. You know how me and Makoto have been rather close?-"

"You're still 'beating around the bush' or whatever but I get it. You two are interested in each other to put it lightly, and you want me to act as if I'm your partner in public. Sorry its just a little obvious since you two are always together."

"Y-yes. Apologies for asking as much of you but its kind of necessary for my family."

"Yeah I figured. How long would I be doing this? I don't plan on marrying you even if you are of high status."

"I couldn't say. Probably just long enough for everyone and my family to be convinced I'm not- um- not straight-" he cringed while saying this. It was just a weird thing to say.

"Alright but I'll 'break up' with you whenever I want." She gestured her fingers when quoting break up. After she folded her arms.

"Okay fine. Thank you- for doing this." He didn't show appreciation too often, however he did his best to show it.

"Of course. Well to make this more convincing- we should get to know each other more. After all we mainly just know each other because of Makoto. We would have just been simply classmates otherwise."

"Heh yeah. Where do we start?"

They got to know each other. More of less to their dismay. As they don't care to just go in detail about themselves to just anyone. They walked to class and decided it was time to play pretend.

Leaving with Makoto. They went to a park. They found a section no one really goes to. After looking around for a second they sat down on some grass under a tree, and held hands.

"I knew you were going to ask her, but it would have been nice if you told me when!" Makoto pouted.

"Awww sad? Jealous maybe?" Togami raised a brow and just teased Makoto.

"Oh shut up you would have blown up if I did that!" He punched Byakuya's arm playfully.

"Heh yeah I guess. You're too nice, even for me... Kinda weird to say though since I AM the Ultimate Affluent Progeny." He buried his compliment with his last comment. As if he is going to outright admit anything. Makoto never caught the small praise of course and just laughed at the last bit. Byakuya followed after.

They spent the afternoon constantly talking and having a good time. It was tough having to pretend in school, but for now it was nice. Living in the moment as much as they possibly could.

I wrote this at 3am on a whim and I got lazy half way through. I've like never written fan fiction before so I hope this is alright. I just wanted to make a quick thing, so if some things seemed rushed that's why.

#naegami #makoto x byakuya #byakuya togami #togami byakuya #dr togami #danganronpa #dangan kin #byakuya x makoto #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #fan fiction

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Growing Pains

So... I meant to finish this like... over a week ago now but tech and a busy schedule decided not to work in my favor. BUT ANYWHO! You like my basic title?

I’m SUCH a softie for Naeg.ami so when I saw this request I just couldn’t resist and got to writing! I don’t write very much and even less so for kink stuff so... feedback is welcome! (I’m really not used to posting things that weren't proofread either, but all of the people I would usually slide fics to... well lets just say I’d just prefer to keep the kind stuff to myself. haha.)

The ending is a little abrupt but I hope you enjoy!

Dating someone of a totally different social class than you can certainly come with some... growing pains, so to speak.

Yes of course there was the obvious discrepancies: money was a big one but even their tastes in music, clothes, art and movies all were rather dissimilar.

and then there was the difference in meals.

Makoto had never found himself so overwhelmed looking at a table full of food in his entire life. When he had been invited over for dinner he expected something unusual, Byakuya always seemed to make the most simple things needlessly extravagant. Makoto had expected something like an exotic dish with ingredients that costed more than a car, or those tiny meals you see at gourmet restaurants (although, Byakuya had informed him in the past that those types of dishes were still far below his standards.)

What Makoto was not expecting to see was a table almost completely coated in platters and serving bowls with contents ranging from mundane to exotic.

He had to stifle a gasp as he joined his partner in the dining room, and still his mouth ended up hanging agape like a fish struggling for air.

“I didn’t know what you’d prefer so I had the help prepare a variety,” Byakuya stated nonchalantly before looking down at his awestruck boyfriend. “Don’t look so surprised. I’m hosting you in my home, it’s only fitting that I provide an adequate meal. I am not a savage.”

‘An adequate meal? Is that it?’ Makoto thought to himself. The table before him looked like it could feed the entirety of their class at the very least if not more. Granted, each dish seemed to be only enough for about two people tops each, that didn’t change the sheer number of dishes sitting on the table.

Even with the crazy amount of food that sat in front of him he couldn’t bring himself to complain. Byakuya was kind enough to host the meal in the first place, and the food was already prepared. What as Makoto supposed to do? Not taking part in the meal would mean that hours of work would have been wasted.

‘I’m sure this is just another one of those weird differences I’ll have to get used to,’ Makoto mused. Sure it might be a tad overwhelming, but he was invited over to eat and nothing about that plan had changed. After all, the smell of the food alone made Makoto’s mouth start to water.

“Are you going to stand here in shock the whole time? If I’m not mistaken I invited you over to share a meal not to watch you gawk,” Makoto snapped out of his daze, closing his mouth and opting to utilize it for a nervous smile instead.

“Sorry, it’s just a lot to take in,” he laughed a little, watching as the heir’s brow slightly knit.

“Would a more limited selection put you more at ease?” Byakuya has become acutely aware ever since he had started dating Makoto that the boy was not the most comfortable with grand gestures. When he found that out, he had tried his best to adjust but the two had very different ideas of grandeur. Though if it were up to Byakuya he would spoil his boyfriend silly.

“No no, that’s alright!” Makoto assured, offering a toothy grin to his boyfriend, who in turn let out a relieved sigh and guided the the duo to a pair of seats with a clean place settings neatly arranged in front of them. They sat down and both paused a moment before they proceeded.

“Please, take whatever you would like,” The heir seemed oddly at ease as Makoto scanned the table once again.

“I-is this just the first course or...” Makoto looked at the place setting in front of him, trying to puzzle out how many courses this meal should be.

“This is a casual meal, we have no need for such formalities.” ‘a casual meal,’ Makoto found that hard to believe. Another lull in conversation occurred as he scanned the table again with a bit of choice paralysis.

There was everything from sushi, to baked goods, soups and dumplings. There were even some dishes that seemed a lot more foreign or even unrecognizable. Each separate dish was uniquely plated with fancy garnishes. How was he even supposed to eat something so pretty?! Makoto had been to a buffet before and somehow that seemed like a homely meal compared to what he was looking at. He felt full just looking at the table.

“Is there a problem, Naegi?” Byakuya’s voice called Makoto out of his trance.

“I just don’t know what to start with,” Makoto laughed gently.

“Like I said, you’re welcome to whatever you’d like. And if you would prefer something else consider it done,” Byakuya stated plainly. Makoto remembered that this was for him and felt a pit form in his stomach. He tried not to look as overwhelmed as he felt.

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary,” What are the odds that with all these options he wouldn’t find a single thing he’d like. Makoto pointed to a random bowl, deciding to leave it up to fate. “What’s that?”

“It’s a basic chicken curry,” Byakuya explained. Before Makoto could even move to serve himself a servant swooped in, dumping rice and then curry onto the plate . Makoto swallowed nervously. Byakuya smirked a little. “Of course you would go for the most simple dish at the table first.”

“H-hey! What’s wrong with that?” Makoto defended, a blush creeping across his face. It was just his luck his favorite dish was chosen first.

Byakuya smirked, “Nothing, it’s just too predictable.” Makoto couldn’t help himself but to chuckle at his boyfriends response.

“Whatever you say,” Makoto shrugged. While they had been talking Byakuya had received his own plate of food, something different from Makoto but he didn’t question where it came from. They both seemed to wait for the other to make the first move out of politeness. They briefly made eye contact before Makoto opted to be the one to start.

He stared at the curry in front of him for a moment. He’d had chicken curry more times than he could count, it was after all one of his favorite foods, but this seemed so different. The color was richer and it smelled different. He wasn’t complaining.

carefully, he took a forkful and after letting the frankly intoxicating smell dance along his senses he took a bite. His eyes widened as he worked the chunk of chicken between his teeth. It couldn’t top the comfort of eating his mom’s curry... but dang if it didn’t come close.

He couldn’t help but let out a small satisfied groan as he quickly swallowed and rushed to put another bite in his mouth.

Byakuya snickered and started eating his own meal, dipping a piece of bread in the soup in front of him. The two ate in satisfied silence even though their paces greatly varied, Byakuya taking his time as if he was preforming a ritual while Makoto frequently had to remind himself to slow down and actually taste the food he was enjoying so much.

“I assume the food is up to your standards?” Byakuya’s comment brought Naegi back to reality and he nodded. He swallowed the bite in his mouth and smiled.

“It’s amazing Togami-kun!” Makoto smiled broadly in his boyfriend’s direction. He glimpsed down at his plate and he face went red realizing he was a few bites from the plate being clean. Byakuya nodded in approval and continued to nibble through his meal.

“Well you’re welcome to have as much as you want,” Byakuya offered, taking sip from the mug that sat next to his meal. Makoto felt a warm feeling flood his chest, it was pleasant to see the heir acting so kindly. He might have already felt a bit full as he polished off his plate of curry, but nonetheless eyed the table to see what he would get to enjoy next. After all, it all was for him...

He pointed sheepishly toward a deep bowl of broth and noodles and quickly found it’s contents being poured into the dish sitting in front of him. It smelled like beef stock, a rich yet graceful aroma wafted into his nose. No doubt this was made completely from scratch. Makoto found himself staring once again.

“Have you never seen real ramen before?” Byakuya commented, with a glance in his boyfriend’s direction. Come to think of it he usually only ate instant ramen so the thought of something fresh and homemade was certainly exciting.

“Of course I’ve seen it, I just... don’t think I’ve ever tried it before,” Makoto scratched his cheek thoughtfully.

“Of course you haven’t,” somehow Byakuya had managed to convey an eye roll verbally and it was enough to make Makoto chuckle before setting his eyes back on his food.

Makoto picked up a clump of noodles with his chopsticks hesitantly. The smell wafting off of his bowl nearly made his stomach growl impatiently. Wasn’t he already full? Supposing it wasn’t anything to worry about, he took his first bite and without even realizing it had slurped the whole clump into his mouth. It made his cheeks puff out. It was richer and more savory than he had expected, he wanted to take the bowl in his hands and pour the broth right down but he managed to hold his composure. He gulped down the bite and licked his lips in satisfaction.

Maybe this wouldn’t be as hard as he thought.

. . .

As the meal wore on it became easier not to focus on the amount he was eating. Makoto was thankful that the stunted conversation from the beginning of the meal seemed to dissipate as they talked to one another, taking turns rambling and going on tangents. There was hardly a break and whenever Makoto wasn’t talking he was listening to his boyfriend intently. It was enough to distract him from the steadily growing discomfort in his stomach.

It took awhile but when the conversation finally gave him a moment to breathe Makoto became acutely and ‘painfully’ aware of how much he had eaten. the hem of his jeans felt like they were cutting into his midsection, his shirt felt uncomfortably tight and his normally loose hoodie now brushed against his stomach.

He knew he ate more than usual but wasn’t aware of just how much. Even still he spared a glance to the table and nearly whimpered realizing how much food still remained. It all looked delicious but his stomach seemed to ache more just at the thought.

He felt how his breathing had become rather shallow and he couldn’t tell if it was panic or if his stomach was encroaching on his lungs. He stubbornly pushed forward, looking at the plate directly in front of him and continuing where he left off.

The conversation picked back up soon after and Makoto fell back into a steady pattern of eating, albeit a rather slow one.

Before he knew it wave of nausea crashed over him mid bite and Makoto brought a hand to his mouth. He forced himself to swallow and he pinched his eyes closed as he felt his stomach resist.

“Naegi?” Byakuya questioned. Makoto opened up his eyes and put on his best smile.

“Yeah?” His voice came out a bit more strained than he would have liked.

“You understand that it is unnecessary to force yourself to eat something you do not wish to, correct?” Byakuya watched his boyfriend carefully. Makoto couldn’t respond, he felt like there was a lump in his throat.

“Naegi, are you alright?” Byakuya questioned, his voice laced with concern.

“I’m fin-” Makoto was stopped by a loud hiccup that rattled him, exacerbating the soreness in his abdomen. His face grew hot from the pain and embarrassment that flooded his system. Unconsciously his hand drifted to his middle. with another hiccup, he let out a shaky, defeated sigh. “I... I think I ate too much...”

“Now why in the world would you do that?”

Makoto didn’t respond, a pang of guilt filling his chest. He simply looked toward the table for a moment before settling his gaze on the floor.

“You can’t have possibly have thought I expected you to eat all of that,” Byakuya sounded flabbergasted.

"It's just... You went through all of this trouble for me..." Makoto mumbled, “and... I didn’t want to waste any of the work that went into this...”

“tch... I should have expected such a misunderstanding,” Byakuya pushed his glasses up along the ridge of his nose. Makoto shifted uncomfortably.

Byakuya sighed and shooed the staff from the room with a snap and the wave of his hand. He got up from his seat and approached Makoto.

“Stand up,” The heir ordered. Makoto readied to comply, cradling his stomach with on hand but the moment he started to move it felt like he’d taken a knife to the gut.

“i... can’t...” Makoto responded weakly. Byakuya stared in confusion. His boyfriend didn’t seem like he should be immobile. “... it ...hurts to move...”

Brow furrowing in thought and what could almost be read as concern, Byakuya surveyed his boyfriend.

“Then I suppose we should address that first,” Though his words were confident, Byakuya struggled to thing of what exactly they meant. Makoto seemed to share a similar confusion as he looked up at his partner. Another hiccup made it’s way from his lips. There was a moment of awkward pause.

“What can I do you get you more comfortable?” The question only served to make Makoto’s face grow red.

“You d-don’t have to do anything!” Makoto assured, sputtering.

“Nonsense. As your host, and need I remind you- your partner- your comfort is particularly... important to me,” Byakuya debated his own phrasing as he spoke. He was not particularly well versed in more friendly conversation. Though, what he has said must have been effective seeing how much color has been drawn to Makoto’s cheeks.

“I- er-...” Makoto faltered, trying to keep himself from hiccupping once more. Byakuya stared down at him expectantly.

“Take off your hoodie,” the hair ordered.

“What?!”

“You heard me. Atleast unzip it, you look uncomfortable,” Byakuya’s tone was forceful. He watched as his boyfriends hand came up to his hoodie’s zipper and dragged it down. The heir impatiently knelt down and shifted the hoodie open. Makoto let out a small shocked sound and covered his mouth.

What Byakuya saw gave him a moment of pause.

Underneath the hoodie, was a simple white t-shirt, but as his eyes trailed downward his attention was caught by the swell that up until now had been obscured. The heir stared with a mixture of amazement and fascination. It finally registered just how much his short boyfriend had managed to pack away as Byakuya stared at Makoto’s partially exposed, distended abdomen.

Without warning Byakuya pushed up the bottom hem of his boyfriend’s shirt and let himself gaze upon the new extent of Makoto’s stomach. The skin was flushed red from all the pressure being applied from the inside out. It almost looked as if the boy had swallowed a balloon any second how it could burst.

“Ahh!” Makoto let out a startled cry as Byakuya placed the palm of his hand against his partners taut stomach. Each gentle sensation was magnified tenfold on the exposed skin.

“I must say I’m rather impressed,” Byakuya stated, gently thumping his thumb against the drum-tight tummy under his hand. Makoto let out a small whimper, even the minimal pressure seemed to send shivers down his spine. Byakuya smirked unconciously upon seeing the reaction. His free hand made it’s way to Makoto’s tummy and gently pressed.

“C-careful!” Makoto winced at the touch. Byakuya looked up at his boyfriend to see a rather pained expression across his face. “That... hur..s....” Byakuya lifted the pressure but kept his hands gently rested on the mass beneath his palms. Watching for any change in expression he slowly started to rub soothing circles with his thumbs. Makoto’s face seemed less tense and he seemed to even relax into the touch.

“Does that make you feel better?” The response the heir got was only a nod before Makoto let out another breathy hiccup. Byakuya ignored the thoughts wriggling into his mind that judged his actions, and simply watched as Makoto slowly melted into the contact and leaned onto the back of his chair.

Both stayed that for awhile, the comfortable silence filled with the occasional groan or hiccup from Makoto.

#my writing #oneshot #ma.koto nae.gi #bya.kuya to.gami #stuffed ronpa #stuffedronpa #kinda accidental stuffing?#I went really over board writing this...#it's like... 6 pages long lol #and only like... half of one is remotely kinky-#oop I suppose #nae.gami #my tags are a nightmare #I don't know how to format the fic stuff yet aaaaaaaa #goods from the Ba.kery

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