#danganronpa 2 x reader

[goddess-of-green]

Random ask, can we get the aftermath of the soup scene? Like, what would Nagito’s reaction be to finding out he humped his S/O’s thigh? Lmao. You don’t have to do this

please he would be devastated (i wrote a blurb this probably sucks idk i'm tired) word count: 281

Warnings: GN!Reader, extremely suggestive themes, use of pet names (darling, honey) (art creds: Zakiko)

"Please! Forgive me, my darling... How truly disgusting of me...to do something so despicable, and in your presence nonetheless! I understand if you never want to see my wretched, perverted face again..." Tears ran down Komaeda's face, but despite his words he clung to you with a vice grip.

Komaeda had always been like this, ever since you affirmed with him you didn't mind his touch. Even when he was convinced you hated him, he couldn't stop himself from seeking your comfort. The only way he would stop is if you told him to.

You didn't mind so much though, you wanted to be a pillar for him when he had his breakdowns. Even if they were about how much you must "hate" him.

You stroked his hair with one hand, and brought up the other to caress his cheek. Petting Komaeda was usually effective in calming him down.

"What do you mean, honey? I'll always stay with you, okay? It's absolutely not your fault what happened." You spoke softly, trying to get your words to sink in as Komaeda stared at you with teary eyes.

"And besides..." You leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I love your beautiful face, why wouldn't I want to see it?"

Komaeda sniffed, and you felt a stab of sympathy as fresh tears ran down his cheeks.

"Y...You're beautiful." He murmured, laying his head on your shoulder.

You tugged gently at the ends of his hair, happy that he at least wasn't self-deprecating anymore.

"We match then, huh?" You smiled, wrapping your arms around him.

Komaeda's lip quivered, and he hugged you. "I love you..."

"I love you too," You squeezed him, "Always."

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[amphibiahawks321]

[Chiaki poke Y/N's shoulder]

Chiaki : ......

M!Reader : Chuckles okay fine let's go

Ibuki : Hm? Where are you two going?

M!Reader : it's gaming night it's basically our vision of date night

Ibuki : Sick! Have fun you two!

M!Reader : I certainly know chiaki will ^v^

M!Reader : So... How about Mario kart?

Chiaki : Gasp yes ⭐o⭐

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[chalk-prnce]

You sure we're out of their sight?

in which you can't admit that you like komaeda, let alone liking a boy. warnings ; internalised homophobia, breakdowns male reader x komaeda nagito

im so sorry for never posting! i forgot all about this account and focussed on my ao3 account! but im here now so, enjoy that "Car lights" fanfic i promised but a different title.

The sun had already set, a premature twilight settling over the horizon as you stared out with the entire universe on your shoulders. Perhaps you should be more glad to get away from the city for a bit, even if you were only about 20 minutes away. Your friends proposed to all go out tonight, but you refused. You can't function properly if you don't figure yourself out and quick.

Sand crunched under your shoes as you breathed a hissing intake of air- it wasn't the best day for you today. You had drove to the nearest sea shore after a long day of battling your own disgust to something you'd rather not name. Even labelling it was shameful but tempting. If you say it aloud, usually it confirms it in your mind. For example- saying how much you love watching shitty sitcoms that you found hilarious when you were about 10 at the age of 17 going on 18 kind of seals the deal on it. A verbal contract- a shameful confirmation. 

Your tank was about one fifth filled up, and you were running on fumes of hope that it would still be able to take you to the nearest gas station after you're finished brooding. Even after being here for what felt like days, you still hadn't been able to figure yourself out. What are you really even freaking out over? What is your problem? Your dilemma? 

Komaeda Nagito. 

About a couple months ago, you two had met in the library on not the most friendly terms. However over time, you somehow managed to look past it and you two kept coming back to that same spot in the same library. 

"..Pride and Prejudice.." The ivory boy mumbled, sitting beside you as he leaned against his elbow on the table. "..You've truly never read this before? It's such a famous piece of literary artwork. One of the most famous actually.. Makes sense that someone so painfully average like you wouldn't know that."

He talks so much to you for someone who despises the very precense of the Reserve Course. "...Shut up, of course I knew about it- I just never found it interesting so I blew off reading it." 

You both scoff at eachother before sliding the book into the middle of the table and read it together, pointing out small bits of the book every now and then. 

"..I'd never fall for someone like Mr Darcy.. So cold.. so cruel. Even for money- seriously! That'd fuck me up." 

"..Well- I'd assume you wouldn't fall for someone like him- he's a boy." He let out a small laugh through his sentence- pushing you out of your thoughts. You couldn't believe you let that slip. 

"Right- nah, I'm just saying y'know. If I was a girl and liked guys, I'd never choose him." A slight awkward silence ensues after that awful slip up from you. It's only after a whole chapter does Komaeda begin to speak again.

"Would you though?"

"Would I what?"

"..You know, date a boy?"

You fiddle with the corner of the pages, sucking on your teeth before breathing out a small string of words. "..Relationships are tiring." Is all you can pull out from your mouth before going back to reading. It was an nice way of getting out of the topic. You could've easily said no- but for some reason you remained vague. 

"..That's not answering my question. Are you seriously that incompetent?" He sneered before leaning his hand on the seat of your chair, his head lulled to the side of both of you. "..Don't answer that actually, I know you are that incompetent." It was hard to tell in that moment if Komaeda was against the idea of homosexuality or not- he was always mixed signals. You open your mouth to say something; but now he was much closer, you could feel that sultry voice vibrate down your ears, and so you close your mouth and stay silent. 

"..You've gone quiet. Are you truly that stumped by my question?" He hummed, chills now digging it's needles into your back. "..I suppose it is quite the hard question, even for an Ultimate it could stump them." That's a weird thing to say, especially from the suspicious implications. 

"..You talk too much. Just keep reading." Is all you breathe out before you flip the page over and Komaeda shifts back away from your chair. The moment ends.

But it wasn't even the fact that he was in a much higher position than you- a high standing pedestal than your excuse for being a "symbol".  Perhaps you're over reacting about the wrong thing. Komaeda had a reputation for despising all reserve course's to the core. A more filthier piece of trash than him (if that was possible in his mind.) The purest scum of the Earth. You should be running for life, and you would if you were in the most rational state of mind. But you're quite obviously not. He's going to eat you alive but god you wonder how it'd be if you did so first. Laying back onto the hood of your car, you shriek out a loud groan and grip at your hair in frustration. You don't know exactly why you're so stressed over him, someone who's merely a friend. Barely, actually- more like civil accquantainces who had common interests and that was all. He despised being seen in public with you; if his classmates ever walked into the library whilst you two were there, he would quickly but quietly shuffle to another nearby table. 

In the earlier months of your accquantainceship, you would've scoffed and insulted him after they left. But now, you simply look at them crowd around as they ask how Komaeda is before leaving. You felt like a frog amongst swans, something so dirty and unfitting to be with.

Silver glints of the moon fracture over the tides, the serene scenery surrounding you was ethereal, a song for the eyes. You've been here for about 5 hours, sitting in different positions all whilst rubbing your temples or banging your forehead onto your knees. It's getting harder to ignore this, to ignore him. Why are you here? You want to go home, but it feels like an obligation to stay and sort this out before you begin to lose your head. You'd honestly rather cut off your wings so that you can not fly into the sun but rather fall into the mighty blue beasts teeth than confront these ghastly thoughts of yours. Komaeda, Komaeda, Komaeda. You've never felt more stress over a name such as his. You should be cast to the wolves for these thoughts. But what thoughts? Your head does not contain blasphemies and your mouth has not committed any heresies. So why are you so troubled? Perhaps you do know, but if you even dare mention it you'd finally commit said heresy you so very feared. You can't say it. You won't dare think it. You refuse. You won't do it. 

But you can't stop- you've already done it. You imagine how perfectly your arms would fit around him, how easily your hands could mold together and your eyes would easily find the pearls of the deep dark in eachother's irises, how wonderfully your lips would fit like a jigsaw. 

You can't remember exactly how you became enamoured by him. Perhaps it was when you accidentally let your stare linger longer than you intended. That day, Komaeda brought in a book that you could only find via an online bookstore due to it being quite a strange piece. Turns out, he was absolutely infatuated with it, and rambling about it came easy to him.

"..The Book Of Disquiet is quite the interesting read- it was never finished, but it's easy to get how the book ends. The heteronyms that Pessoa created for it was intentionally made to be...boring. I've done alot of research on him- he really delves into the whole "Terrible Paradox of Self Awareness" topic- noting to the reader that writing and doing and saying is all completely meaningless yet continues to write, do and say things." The Lucky Student trails off, flicking back and forth to pages of his notes page he did on the portugese author, explaining and going through each little bit. 

You absorbed it in like a sponge- his voice was calming and his eyes were soft as he looked at the pages like it was a puppy. His hair was falling perfectly down his face and spilling onto his shoulders, his eyes shining with a glimmer you've only seen in the stars. Komaeda's beauty could never be put to justice through photos. Not even paintings could immortalise his visage- a night sky within his eyes and the sun within his soul. It was as if you were in an trance. There was a subtle breeze in your imagination as you stared- that was until you realised that was because Komaeda was waving his hand infront of your face.

"..Hello? Are you alright?" That was a first. He doesn't ask that often. "..You seem pretty out of it. It is quite warm in here.."

"..No. I'm fine. Keep reading." And the moment ends.

In your dreams, you described it as simple infatuation, but in reality it was not as airy and feather-light as that. In your nightmares, you described it as a deadly desire, but in reality it was not as short-lived and capricious as that. But to call it anything else in your own conscious mind? You'd rather be ripped from your organs.

But you don't want to keep thinking about it. You don't think you can do it any longer in this swealtering heat of the night. It was humid, but it barely felt like any air was being circulated around the Earth. One last sigh leaves you before you get up from your indented place in the sand and wander off to your car. It was an alright car, not the best and it was used by alot of past owners but it was the best you could get at your age. You pull out your keys and make sure to shake and jingle them a bit just so you can hear the clacking against them, hoping it'd snap you out of whatever this was. Opening the door and slamming it once you're inside, you push your keys into the engine and twist. Your car moans and groans several times, and you could've sworn you felt your heart shoot down to your gut. Your repeated attempts to twist your keys and turn on the engine are almost ridiculed by the curdling screams of the exhaust. Oh, come on. How did this happen? You take great care of your car! Not a single scrape or dent or even a mere collision with any other vehicle. What happened?

Ah. Right. Your tank- it was only one fifth full. Shit.

Well, now you're stuck at this beach with more rocks than grains of sand. His luck is rubbing off on you. Great, there you go again! You always just have to find some way to mention his name even in the most dire situations. What's wrong with you? A loud bang clanks against the hood of your car from the hail that was now pouring down, mocking you as you replicate those bangs onto your steering wheel from your forehead. Atleast you had shelter from it. But you had no money to call a repair work, and almost all of your friends were out for tonight. Oh, but who else is in your contacts that IS free? 

Komaeda Nagito.

You fully groan at his name, your hands dragging the skin of your face up and down. Do you really have to resort to this? It's either him or you stay in the hail with your car as shelter on a school night. God, and who knows how many assignments you probably have to do right now? You feel like crying. You end up crying. 

Hot blobs of salt run down your cheeks as you feel the overwhelming sense of dread. Nothing was going right for you today, nothing at all. Your bones feel heavy in your skin, your eyes straining to keep up with the amount of tears leaving you. Your car has no gas, it's hailing loudly and you're caught between the tides of pain and rapture as you stare at his contact on your phone. You hadn't even figured out the reason of why you are here. Maybe that's for the best. It'd be more awkward to face Komaeda if you had figured it out- but does that mean you most likely know what's wrong with you then? Are you in denial?

"...Hello?" His gravally voice seeps through the audio output.

"..Komaeda, can you come pick me up? My car broke down at the beach- I can't get home and I have no money to call repair services." Your voice is cracking and crumbling as you call, your hands occupied with either your phone or holding the wheel. All you hear is a groan that interrupts a 5 second silence. "..Please- after this I'll never call again, I promise-" All you hear is a beep. He hung up. What did you expect? Why would he ever come and help someone as pathetic as you?

You fall back into your seat, hands dragging your face again before you grumble to yourself under your breath. Why do you care so much? His attention burns your skin and his precense warms your nerves. You could practically melt at the thought of him. This isn't right. It just isn't right at all. It's disgusting, it should be illegal to feel like this for another man. You feel ashamed like you've committed murder. Being burnt at the stake would be a worthy punishment for this. Oh but the more you deny and refute this, refute him, the more you can't push these feelings down. It's all you're thinking about. 

So now you're stuck here and potentially broken what little bit of friendship you had with Komaeda. Great work. Aren't you just the most intelligent man alive? 

You huff it out in large and saltier blobs of misery, soon letting your exhausted eyes fall heavy. You're sitting in your car, hail now slowing as you drift off into probably one of the modt uncomfortable positions possible. In your dreams you envision a timeline where perhaps one of you were a girl instead, and loving eachother wouldn't need to be so compromising. Or perhaps a timeline where loving another boy wouldn't be compromising.

Soon enough, you're awoken by loud thuds and thumps against your window, you can barely make out what it is banging your window due to how much more the rain was pouring down now. A loud groan leaves your throat before you roll down the window, and your eyes finally open fully. That frizzy tuff of white cotten, now flattened by the rain is all too familiar for you. You stare at it. But not at his eyes.

Komaeda Nagito.

You both stare at eachother, stoic yet painful words were folded into the corners of eachother's eyes. It's been about 10 seconds you've been staring at eachother through your car window.

"..."

"..You truly are so incompetent, aren't you?"

What?

"..Driving all this way and you didn't even think to fill up your tank. On top of that, you call me of all people to solve this pathetic problem of yours and you're not even going to say a thing to me when I arrive."

He came here? But he hung up?

"..Are you blind? Are you deaf? Hello??" Komaeda sneers at you, grimacing at you. It's hard to see eachother through the rain.

"...you came."

He shuts up at that, and despite the rain, you can see his eyes soften. "..I did. You called me, you sounded.. stressed. So I came." But why?

"..I don't why I did. It was like I needed to. It doesn't make sense." He sighs before looking away. You narrow your eyes slightly, softening them too before you get out of your car and closing the door behind you, leaning against the soaked metal.

At this point, the only source of light came from your car lights, blaring from it's home to display all the droplets of rain that passed it. "..What happened?" His voice was quieter than quiet. Despite the rain being louder, you could only hear him. "..You don't usually go out so late. I thought your friends invited you out?"

"..You paid attention to that?" He nods. "I just needed to figure something out." He hums.

"..Well, have you?" You shake your head.

"..Maybe I can help. What is it you're troubling yourself with?" You huff.

Both of you wander over to the hood of your car, sitting ontop of it. "I can't tell you. I'd honestly rather die than do so. You'd rip me to shreds."

"What? Are you striving to become an Ultimate or something? It couldn't be that bad." You scoff and lay back onto your hood.

"..Remember that conversation we had a couple weeks back? You asked if I'd ever.."

"..Date a boy?" You nod. "..What about it?"

It takes a lot of courage to continue this conversation. "..What would.. what do you- think? Would you ever date one?" He shrugs. "Probably. Why? What does this have to do with anything?" How dense can someone be?

But that gives you a little something. He might. 

"..Put two and two together you fucking moron." At this point, you're getting tired of running away. Your feet are calloused with how much you've ran away from this problem of yours. You need to decide it now.

You glance over at his face and you see no malice in his visage. Perhaps he isn't here to taunt you. He's probably trying to understand what you meant. "..Ah." Is all he says before laying back onto the hood with you. "Whatever you decide for that, despite how..painfully filthy you are... I'll support you." 

He heaves alot during that sentence. Maybe it's due to the rain or maybe it just took too much out of him to try to be nice to you. You both look up, squinting through the rain. "..How long have you been out here?"

"..About.. 8 hours..? I don't know. I needed to find some space." Komaeda hums in agreement as he combs his strands back. "Fair enough. But you might catch a cold." That's new. "Since when did you care, Main course?" You could just about hear the small chuckle under his breath.

This all felt like some strange peace treaty between you two. It was no longer insults but rather it felt like light-hearted jokes. Like you two had known each other forever. "Would you rather me let you out to die from pneumonia?" You laugh and shake your head. Your laughter simmers down and you both look at each other, you hadn't looked at him for the entire time. Looking at him almost made you sob. You don't know if you can do this.

"So... what made you start... thinking of this whole liking boys thing?" He asks with a careful tone, talking to you at this moment felt like a delicate activity. You can't tell him that. You just shrug.

"So you pull me all the way out here, just so we can lay in the rain on your hood?" You smile at that but you shake your head. "..I don't think I can tell you why. I don't want to ruin this." You gesture to the little space between you two. "It's taken me so long to just say I potentially like...boys. I feel like I should be atoning for this."

"No shame in liking guys. You don't need to tell me why then," You thank him with your silence, ", Any guys you like right now though?" You slap his shoulder and he puts both hands up in the air with a smirk. "What? It's a genuine question!"

Eyes roll as you simply return to looking up at the crying sky. "Perhaps. Do you?" He shrugs. "Perhaps."

"You can't just copy my answer. Give me something here."

"You're not giving me a thing here. How about we both give small hints?" It's a good idea and so you agree. "Hair colour?" God that is the worst question. He'll easily tell who it is then. "That's way too obvious!" A small huff leaves him before he goes back to thinking. "Hm, fine.. which course is he in?"

The thing is, you don't know anyone else in the Main Course other than him and Kazuichi. He was your neighbour for a long time and you two grew close as friends. But he didn't know that, did he? "..Main Course." You awaited a scoff or a remark of how you don't deserve to love anyone from the Main Course, but he just hums.

"..Would you like to know mine?"

It almost takes your entire being to not say yes so eagerly. He clicks his tongue in amusement.

"..Reserve."

There's a strange casual coolness in his voice, as if he hadn't just said something that completely shook you to your roots and make you question everything about him. This contradicted everything about him! What kind of weird enemies-to-lovers experience did he have?

"..Shocking, I know. Seems like we're in similar situations, unfortunately." Komaeda remarks, however he has a smirk on his face that gives you a bad feeling that he knows. Maybe you should give in to defeat.

"..Don't you hate us? Why would you ever want to love one of us?" Your inquiry is the one to make him finally scoff. "..I never wanted to. But I had to accept it soon enough, I have enough things to eat away at me. I didn't need another." It felt slightly insulting but you got it. It was exactly like you and this gay situation. "..That's...fair enough. When did you finally accept it?"

"..About.. A month or two ago? I had let it waste away at me for about.. 4 months." 6 months. You've known him for 6 months.

"..Wow.. You've been in love with some dude ever since the day we met and you didn't bother to tell me? I'm honestly betrayed, Komaeda."

"Well I didn't exactly see you as a friend back then, did I?" That caught you off guard. "So that means you see me as a friend now?"

"Perhaps." That leaves a smile on your face.

You two stay out on your hood for another 5 minutes. It's getting cold. It's very late.

"..You figured it out yet?" His voice sounds less sultry, now it was more careful and smooth. You shrug.

Over the course of 5 minutes, 2 things went through your head. Should you just give in to defeat and tell him and potentially ruin everything or should you just say no and just get him to drive you two home and send a service for your car later? The latter sounds tempting. It's such a cursed mindset- it felt like a fruit from a poisonous tree. Your thoughts were fickle between the decisions of defeat and stubborness. All your troubling thoughts brutally clawed at your face and brain, infecting it like your brain was filled with scorpions. Your tolerance was beginning to simmer and sizzle. Perhaps you thought about it too much. Maybe you're overthinking. What if you gave in to defeat and he rejects you? It was all for nothing. But he doesn't owe you that affection just because you came out to him within the same day. Why can't you decide? Why won't you hurry up? Why, why, why?-

Your thoughts silence. His lemon grass eyelashes fluttered at you like rare butterflies in the spring morning. You take one more breath.

"I like a boy from the Main Course. I can.. confirm that now. I'm not the most.. okay with that fact but.. I can't let it eat me away aswell." You smile weakly at him. Looking into Komaeda's eyes, you can see glints of a smile in them. He seems proud of you.

"But I... uh.. don't think he likes me back." He cocks his head slightly to the side. "Why do you say that?" This might also give it away.

But your rational reasoning had been long gone from your brain ever since you started crying and screaming on a beach in a broken down car.

"He doesn't exactly like Reserves." You cover your mouth to giggle as if you just told someone the dumbest secret ever. His eyebrow raises at you. "Oh?"

Oh.

Shit.

"..Aha.. Ahhhhh... Yeah. What about your Reserve Crush? Does he like Main Courses?"

"No. He always scoffs when he sees me."

"I would too." You already do.

"Why wouldn't he like you though? Despite how painfully average you are... You're quite stunning in the moonlight. And somehow you're able to make me laugh everyday." You are quite the comedic genius.

"Because I'm no Ultimate. I've heard the way he talks about the Ultimates and I'm never going to live up to that. I wish I could. I always wonder if I'm ever going to."

"Maybe he's let go of that aspect of hatred from you." He suggests, looking over at you. "..Maybe he sees you as something even more." It's your turn to raise an eyebrow. "..How would you know that?"

"My luck is that of the stars. I might be right." Komaeda winks before staring deeper into your eyes.

"My troubles lie exactly with if he'll like me or not right now, and supposedly your luck will help me?" He shrugs. You two have become ever so much more closer on your hood, sitting upright. You two haven't made this long of eye-contact ever. You two haven't made this type of contact ever either. He's beautiful. You can feel his cold breath against you.

Over the course of your time together on your car with raining weeping onto you, Komaeda came closer for warmth and you came closer to try and hear his small tone. It's only become more apparent of how little space there was between you two. You have a strange feeling on where this is going with how close he is becoming.

"Are you scared?" You nod slightly. He probably noticed your eyes shake between his lips and the surroundings and back to his eyes.

"I feel like someone will see us."

"Through the car lights? I doubt it. Do you still want to deny yourself this? I can stop if you want." He backs away slightly as a demonstration, but you catch his shoulders and shake your head. "...There is nothing to run from. I'm not scared. I only have one more worry on my mind but... it's nothing you should be concerned about." And he smiles.

"Would you..let me answer your troubles?"

You're unsure of what he means, however you aren't given much of a chance to question him. You feel a cold pair of lips press against yours, and you feel complete. You two complete eachother, knocking their air out of eachothers lungs as you hold hands and kiss on your hood. "..Don't let them see my face." Is all you mumble through your muffled lips as you two, push eachother up against the car, holding eachother like life lines. "I don't know how to be without you." Komaeda mumbles back, digging his nimble hands into your hair.

It feels like fireworks as you finally break away and look at eachother. Your finger tips slowly trace to his knuckles, holding his hand tightly as you two continue to watch the tides rise and retreat.

"...Would.. would you.. like to go back now?" You nod. You two get off of the vehicle and enter Komaeda's. You leave with smiles and blushes between a silence.

The rain stopped at that very second.

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[thestarswillmournourlove]

Oops, You Died! ver. 1

Hajime Hinata

“Oh god no, please, please no-” The second Hajime recognized you, on the floor and covered in blood, it felt like everything froze. He couldn’t believe it; he didn’t want to believe it, but there you were, unmoving, just the same as he was.  He needed to move.  Whatever haze he had briefly found himself in was quickly shaken off as he dashed forward, trying to get to you as soon as possible.  Seeing you up close like this, he realized just how bad your injuries were. You had suffered before you died, it seemed, and the fact that he wasn’t there to do anything made his whole chest hurt.  He reached out and pulled you close to him, close enough to make sure nothing else could happen, when you stirred and groaned, the sudden movement jostling your wounds. “Wait, wait wait, you’re-!” Against all odds, a small fragment of hope began to burn in his chest: you were alive. You were alive, and that meant that maybe you could be saved.  But what could he do? He was still just a reserve course student with no talent to speak of, he couldn’t help you, he couldn’t stop the pain, he couldn’t do anything. It was at times like these where Hajime really wished he was someone else, anyone else, anyone who wasn’t so useless, who could actually help when it really mattered. Then he realized that even if he couldn’t do anything, there was someone here that could. There was only a brief moment between you first moving and his call for his brother. He felt like a kid again, like when he fell and scraped his knee and the first person he thought to call was Izuru, when he wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed to ask for help, when things like ‘talent’ and ‘ultimates’ didn’t matter; maybe it’s because right now, all that mattered was making sure you were okay. To his credit, Izuru was quick: of course he was. After seeing the slight movement you made, he was already trying to figure out if anything could be done. Being able to see you up close, though, would definitely speed up the process.  As his twin checked you over, Hajime had pulled you a bit closer, resting your head against his heart. You weakly try to call his name, only to end up coughing up a bit more blood. “Hey, don’t--just hold on, alright? Anything you want to say, there’ll be plenty of time later, okay? Just focus on staying awake for me, please.” His voice was shaking, and you could tell he was only just barely holding it together for your sake. You tried to shake your head: you knew you’d die here, you just had to say goodbye. “She won’t make it.” You knew that, but Hajime didn’t. Hearing it said out loud, with such certainty, that small glimmer of hope was immediately stamped out. “What do you--that’s not right, that can’t be right, you--Izuru, do something! Please!” “There’s nothing I can do. She’s lost so much blood, it’s impressive she’s even alive right now.” Maybe in other circumstances, Hajime would have chided his twin for being so blunt, but all he could think of right now was the fact that you were dying, here in his arms, and nothing could be done. His attention snapped back to you when you shifted a bit in his arms. He reached a hand out, gently brushing some stray hairs out of your face, as if the slightest touch would snap whatever threads you were holding on by. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t there, I’m sorry I can’t do anything, I’m--” He had been crying since the moment he saw you, but now he did nothing to stop them, letting them flow freely. His sentences, punctuated by broken sobs, were jumbled apologies and pleas. You called his name again, so quietly you were almost surprised he heard you. “I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here, I’m--I’m listening, okay?” “...love you. I love you. Always. Remember…for me, yeah?” With great effort and what strength you had left, you spoke as clearly as you could. As soon as the words were said, you could feel the relief flooding your aching body: you had done it. You managed to hang on, just long enough. No longer needing to prolong the inevitable, you felt your body relax into his hold, eyes closing as you felt the darkness begin to take its gentle hold. Your hearing faded slowly, letting you hear his response, while the weakness in your body left you unable to reply. “I love you too, always, I promise, my sweetheart, my--” You went limp in his hold, and he just knew that you were gone. He felt cold. He was still holding you, still cradling you in his arms, as he sat there, quiet. His classmates are holding it together remarkably well, perhaps for his sake, and one of them takes a step forward, hand outreached to try and comfort him. “Hajime-” “Shut up! Shut up, stay away!” He held you closer, shielding your body with his: he couldn’t let anything else happen to you. Someone here had killed you, so as far as he was concerned, everyone here was a threat.  He may not have a talent, but there was something he could do now: investigate.  He was going to figure out who killed you, even if he had to do it on his own.

Outside, a stray bolt of lightning hit the sand, immortalizing the moment in a glass sculpture as electricity tore across the sky. 

#drv2 #drv2 goodbye despair #drv2 x reader #danganronpa 2 x reader #hajime hinata x reader

[dangan-castle]

Awake in your arms (Nagito Komaeda x reader)

It’s another night.

Another night that you end up letting yourself stay awake despite your unending sleepiness. On the other hand, your boyfriend is sleeping soundly while laying on your chest, gently clinging onto you. He doesn’t usually sleep that well. A lot of the time he doesn’t even sleep at all, so seeing him look so peaceful gave you a smile on your face.

The killing game has been very stressful for you both. The amount of living students are lowering every few days. He feels like the luckiest man alive for having someone to love, someone to trust, someone to comfort him at his most vulnerable times. And you feel the same way.

You take some time to admire his features. His light eyelashes, his lips slightly ajar, his chest rising to the rhythm of your heartbeat-

Suddenly his body shot up and he started panting from fear as tears slowly form in his once restful eyes. “Nagito are you okay?!!” You try to help him steady his breathing and he desperately holds onto your shoulders as he tries to grasp the situation. He looks at you with worrisome eyes and gave you a hug. “I-I’m sorry I- *hic* I thought I lost y-*hic* you forever…” You embrace his shivering form tighter, hoping it could reassure him that he’s out of his nightmare.

“Nagito, it’s okay. I’m here, you’re here, we’re in your cottage, we’re safe…” He buries his head in your shoulder. You could feel his tears soaking a part of your shirt. “I’m.. I’m sorry you had t-to *hic* see me like this. Trash like me doesn’t des-deserve to *hic* waste your time an-and energy…” You rub circles on his back “You’re not wasting my time or energy, sweetheart. Do you mind telling me about your nightmare though?”

He rose from your embrace and tried to tell you, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. “I was in the trial grounds and you were confessing to killing someone. I saw you getting dragged to your ex-execution. I should’ve been happy that you sacrificed yourself for hope, but all I felt is despair from s-seeing you about to die. You held out y-your hand to me, but I couldn’t catch it. I… couldn’t save you.” He lowered his head in remorse.

You pulled him in for a hug and stroked his hair. “It’s okay. As I said, we’re safe. I’ll be here with you for as long as I can. We’ll escape together, no matter what.” “But what if you die? What if my worthless self couldn’t stop you from that despairing fate? I don’t think I could live with myself after letting my precious hope die.” He started quietly weeping again, unable to let you go any longer.

“Please don’t say you’re worthless. I won’t let you or myself die. I promised that I won’t ever leave your side as long as I make you happy. We’re both gonna leave this island in one piece, I’ll make sure of that.” You cup his tear-filled face and kissed his forehead.

He was always eager to die, eager to die for worthy people. But as long as you’re here with him, as long as you wanted him to live, he would give his life another chance. “You’re so wonderful. How did I ever end up with such a shining hope like you?” You both laid back down on the bed again. “I should be asking the same thing. Sweet dreams, Nagi.” You give him one last kiss before closing your eyes “I love you, my hope.”

This is pretty old but thank you for reading.

- Mod Maki

#mod maki writes🍀 #may i tell you a story to go along with your tea?☕️ #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #sdr2 x reader #sdr2 #sdr2 nagito #nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2 x reader

[mikimagines]

Can you do more dr x child reader? I really liked the idea of it:) you don't have too If you don't wanna. Have a good day and drink some water.

Danganronpa 2 Cast Meets Child Reader! (Again)

(this is my apology for literally disappearing for 11 months..! + I was bored.) also thank you anon!

yes, this has spoilers for sdr2. + mod mikan finally posts an imagine after 11 months??

What a weird day you were having, first you ended up on this weird island, second you saw all these random kids around these islands, and a talking bear? a talking bunny? very weird / cool.

it’s not that you really cared anyways. other than all these questions that you got from everyone in the class. like, “how did you even get into here?” “what’s your talent?” “what’s with you and sandwiches?” “are you sure that you don’t need any help?” questions that you can answer, other than the “what’s your talent” question. which to answer to all of that is a sandwich slapped to their face and you running off while they wonder what just happened.

( actual answer: you sneaked in to “hope’s peak” for fun + kotoko and you thought it would be fun to see what’s in a “big kids” school for a second. ) also, your just a random elementary student who just loves likes sandwiches for some reason.

for trials, you…slept like it was nap time back when you were in preschool. sure, it would of been more sad if you genuinely knew/or cared. about these people. so let’s say if you did, (found some of them very cool, which lets be real, you probably did.) You would probably be a little bit of a help in the teruteru/byakuya case. but only really on the minor details, and not like. the “dead” body….

there was also that one time where Peko and Mahiru and it got Fuyuhiko hurt “disappeared” like Teruteru and “Byakuya”/ Imposter (basically everyone who had “died”, via Hajime trying to save you from not saying the truth until later. (which never happened because they were luckily alive at the end so he doesn’t have the say the “they ain’t coming back” talk.

for example from what hajime said to you when you asked him where did the ones who are “missing” : “Don’t worry [Name] they probably went out to go search for [People Who Are “Dead/Executed”, they will come back soon.”

“Coming Back Soon?, Missing? but aren’t they..”

“Going to take a while to come back to the island, yeah!”

“you seriously really need to say the truth to the kid…”

anyways, after the whole Peko and Mahiru going out to “search for the two also missing classmates.” you and the others came to see the injured fuyuhiko. he was acting more weirder than usually has been because he got hurt, from something. (the others didn’t explain well.)

Since he was so hurt, from something the others didn’t also explain so well, and he was facing the window, not talking to anyone. everyone decided to give him some rest and leave him alone. well other than you obviously.

you grabbed a plastic bag from your backpack full of random items and tried to give it to unresponsive fuyuhiko you guessed it! a damn sandwich. you don’t know why, but you just put it on the desk next to his bed after giving up to give it to him directly as you thought it was going to go.

and before you left the room, he said… “thanks.”

“…your welcome.”

you guys got along more after this and fuyuhikos apology during breakfast the other day.

he was more like a big brother figure to you from now on. (rip hajime.)

now then! he’s a summary of what happened next because I don’t feel like making this long enough to be an essay.

summary for the rest of chapter 3, 4, 5 of child readers journey through jabberwock island : you almost ended up getting killed by mikan for some reason, luckily you drop-kicked her before she could do anything. when you get into uh whatever that place where gundham and nekomaru (robot ver) disappear too, your backpack full of things like food sandwiches was taken by monokuma for a second…(you found it later.) post after the whole nekomaru being “missing” hajime keeps calling it, makes you wonder for a while. next island,, very explosive. nagito also goes as well for some reason and the chiaki,, eh tbh you really didn’t care at that point. you were said chiaki left. she was very nice and liked your sandwiches as well like fuyuhiko..

ah oh well. it was all just a game anyways!

wait what.

So uh, now your finally inside a school. it looks even more weirder than all of the bear dinosaurs blocking the paths to the other islands..they didn’t like your sandwiches sadly. well maybe because to tried to throw one at them to see if they would catch it like a puppy.

it’s creepy, and there is also a classroom you saw, well uh. trial time!

again, you were in the middle of sleeping. all they were talking about was almost kinda boring.

then you opened your eyes, almost instantly there were some random big girl with a flip phone of her…and random people that look like all of your “classmates” ages.

anyways blah blah blah, everyone feels down, chiaki saves the day for one last time, hope hope hope. 3d definitely not something that reminded you of all of those fashion games you would download on your family members phone goes down by that talking bunny (who you forgot exists.)

and after all the farewells. and goodbyes / see you laters.

you woken up, seeing most of the people who hajime said “disappeared”!!!!

you were happy, although you didn’t know most of them, they finally found each other, “why didn’t you guys come back tho, like hajime said?”

…hajime had a long talk with the others. with a lot of kazuichi’s “told you so” although to be honest, it’s kinda werid for the others as it’s usually hajime being the one saying “told you so.”

oh well.. what a journey…a very weird one.

I apologize for the ooc too + kinda lazy too,, I made this at 11 - 1 am in the night,, I should probably be sleeping too but it’s been a while since I posted + almost a year since the last imagine about nagito and the ghost. (This being due to my danganronpa phase fading away.) (also like my last post said, who knows, I’ll probably make another blog or make this blog into another fandom fanfic spot.)

thank you for reading anyways! :D

mod mikan.

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa x child! reader #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2 x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 x child reader

[idyllcy]

the door to the soul

Inspiration: This art piece

Word count: 6.8k

Summary: In a school where music dictates one's life, Komaeda finds himself forced to cooperate with the student who seems to hate their own instrument.

Music can not be played by a soulless person. Music by robots sound dead, dense, emotionless. There's nothing packed behind it. There are no weeks, months of hard work behind it, emotions that are channeled through the craft. Komaeda hates it. He despises everyone who plays without emotion. Music has long been a universal language of mankind. How dare they think such a meticulous trade could be taken over by technology.

In music room 428, Komaeda meets a peculiar student.

A student whose eyes are emotionless, yet music flowed so passionately. So freely. It felt like listening to a fresh take on music. Whose hair is brushed to perfection; whose fingers are better kept than professionals. But he despises you. You, who slammed fingers and jabbed them into a piano as if you were punching it, yet produced such melodious sounds from it; you, who cursed and hated the instrument. Your fingers fly over the keys like a composer, harmonies fueled by passion; stemming from anger. He hates how you treat your counterpart like that. The instrument was the door to a person's soul, how dare you treat yours like that.

You meet eyes with him, soulless, dead eyes that dug deep into him. It made his skin crawl. "What are you staring at?"

"Ah," He breaks from his discomfort, and smiles gently. "Shouldn't you treat the piano more gently? After all, it is-"

"Oh," You had grabbed your bag and started out the door. "I don't need another lecture on how to treat an instrument. They're nothing more than pieces of wood and ivory after all."

Komaeda feels something snap in him as you disappear from view.

Anger? No. This wasn't an emotion he had felt before. Conflicted? perhaps. You created such marvelous pieces with emotionless eyes that he despised. They reminded him of the synthesized sounds from a laptop. Your fingers put emotions behind an emotionless board. Why would you treat the piano like that? It hadn't done anything to you. Even if you had emotions related to the piano, there was no need to take it out on an object as perfect as an instrument.

"I'm just another student," You bow at the class. "There's no need to know my name. I'll be seeing you guys. Thank you."

Rumors start about you. 

The student with soulless eyes.

Don't approach them, or else you'll end up just like them.

No one says anything about your music, because though your eyes are dull, your music is alive. Listeners can smell the morning dew when you play cheerful pieces; they feel the sun burn into their skin when your music resembles summer; the adagio of fall is a slow ballroom dance to them; and the allegro of winter, contrasting the ritardando of the falling snow out the window. Your music was alive, though you very much weren't.

Komaeda still doesn't know what to feel about it.

He does, however, know that you practice in room 428 every single day starting from 4 pm to around 6 when you stop playing briefly, usually to put on gloves to eat something. However, it is never something you touch with your hands. It's always chopsticks, a fork, or a spoon. Your hands never touch it, and only when you eat, do you have the slightest trace of emotion on your face. It scrunched up in disgust, or your brows raise in delight. On the one hand, it's creepy, yet he wanted to figure out what it is that you were.

You don't talk to him, but you do nod in acknowledgment when he walks in.

He speaks up one day.

"Are you performing at the annual ceremony?"

"I don't have a choice."

"The piano solo?"

"No," You had stared at him. "A piano duo."

"With another pianist?"

"I requested a violinist," You don't speak beyond that, even when he asks.

The same week, Komaeda receives a letter from the headmaster, requesting that he plays with you for the performance. He's unnerved, but he doesn't turn down an opportunity to understand you. Your eyes haven't changed over the year. It's been over six months into the year, and your music is still heavy with heart, voices dancing, and singing. Komaeda assumed that you just hid your emotions behind that facade of yours.

"We're playing Concerto in D Major Op. 35 by Tchaikovsky," you stare at him and hand him the sheet music. "It's fine if we mess up at first. we have four months ahead of us."

"A-ah, we're centering it with me?"

"I have no need to shine."

Komaeda struggles with the piece skill-wise while you sit on the floor pondering the emotion behind it. You digest the song; break it down piece by piece, overanalyze why he chose this sign instead of the other. You turn into Tchaikovsky, fingers dancing over the keyboard to accompany him. You make edits to speed; changing an allegro to a vivo for more life; changing a vivace to an allegretto to force the part after to get emphasized. You rewrite the piece into something Komaeda could work with, a skill he had to acknowledge.

"Again." You furrow your brows when he messes up.

"Again." When he misses a beat.

"Again." When he counts wrong.

"again." When the string on his violin snaps from overuse.

Komaeda doesn't start again.

"What are you waiting fo-" You turn around, and you stare at the way he struggles with the violin string. "Hurry up. Do you not know how to fix it?"

"Ah..." He mumbles. "I've never practiced until a string snapped before... so I never-"

You take the instrument from his hands, and he panics and worries maybe you'll snap the string with how hard you're pressing on it, but instead, you storm out the room, and Komaeda panics, grabbing his case to hurry after you. You step foot into the violin room, and the violinists practicing stare at your intrusion, but you pay them no mind. You stride over to the closet, and you pull a violin string out.

"Where are the animal guts?" You frown at the strings given. 

"Ah, those aren't accessible unless the violin is-"

"I have one of the last remaining Stradivarius violins in my hand," You turn to look at the teacher, the lie spilling out easily. "It deserves the best. Now, once again, where are the animal guts."

"Top shelf, on the very left. They're wrapped in wax paper."

"Komaeda," You have him reach for it, and he hands you a string. "Do you need anything else? Grab another three."

"Ah, my bow is fraying," He scratches his cheek as he hands you another three. "And I need rosin."

"Is that it?" You hand the violin back to him with a gentleness he didn't know you could, and you grab two rosins and a new bow. "Nice wood. Let's go."

"A-ah," The teacher stumbles over his words. "You can't do that unless-"

"We're the main players at this year's classical concert," You glare at the professor. "Would you like to have a word with the director? I'm sure he'd be more than pleased to hear that his most prized students are being held back by something as petty as a violin string and some rosin."

The teacher lets the two of you go without further objection.

"Thank... you," Komaeda smiles at you, and you look away, speeding up.

"Make sure not to mess up at the concert itself."

"Yes, my pianist."

"That sounds weird." You raise a brow at him. "Oh, and. Your violin sucks ass. I thought you were rich."

"But I'm an orphan."

"We can go bow shopping tomorrow," You blink at him. "I'll drag someone who knows the violin well along."

"Someone...?"

"It's not hard to get acquainted with violinists as a pianist," You close the piano, placing the cloth on top of it first. "Someone with the same boredom of me. You'll hate him, but he's one of the best, unfortunately. He might bring some friends."

"Someone... I'll hate?" 

Komaeda notices you're a bit more gentle with the piano this time. 

You stare at the street and sigh. "Where is he? He's more punctual than I am."

"Is it that man staring at you through the store window?" Komaeda points at the male.

"Ah," You hum, opening the door. "I said to meet outside."

"The violin on display looked nice." He shrugs. "You needed a violin?"

"Piano violin duo," Komaeda follows in after you. The man holds red eyes that could rival yours. They're emotionless. Komaeda wonders if you had dull eyes because you surrounded yourself with people like that. But he supposed not when two other students wandered in, both smiling.

"It's been a while," The girl smiles. "How's practice?"

"Dull," You hum. "Are you here for a reed?"

"He is," Chiaki hums, pointing at Hinata. "I'm here to accompany him. His brother dragged him out anyways."

"Ah," You stare at Izuru, and nudge Komaeda to him. "He knows the violin items. Kamakura, can you lead him to the best violin? He's rich enough to afford a Stradivarius so don't worry about cost. Get him a good kit while we're at it."

"And what am I getting paid for this?"

You stare at him. "I'll play with you for the next concert."

"Alright," He walks off, Komaeda trailing behind him. When the two of them are gone, you speak up again. "Komaeda's going to hate him."

"You stopped hanging out with us for practice, but ended up with a boy?" Hinata raises a brow, and grimaces at the cost. 

"Want me to cover it?" You fish out your wallet.

"This much won't kill me," He grimaces. "I just better win the talent show money."

"You two always do," You allow the smallest of smiles onto your face.

The next two and a half months are spent hammering the music into Komaeda's brain until he could play it asleep. He wanted to learn the emotional aspect of it first. You shot him down, reminding him that until he acquired the pigment for the piece, he could not paint the emotions on the canvas. Komaeda worked tirelessly to please you. His eyes are closed when he plays it for the final time, memorized completely down to the rest.

"Music is interpreted differently," You sit onto the piano bench. "I want to see yours."

Komaeda pours his heart into the piece. He wants to pull you along with his melody, play you like the strings, forcing you to dance along to the allegro. The lake Geneva rests under your feet, the water swaying with each tap on the floor from you. The flowers bloom in full sight, and the grass is wet between your toes. Komaeda forces you to dance along, to spin, waltz, dip, play along to his rhythm. You let yourself be swayed. There's a stumble, and then a revival. The wind blows on your hair, and the mountains in the distance are covered in white. 

When Komaeda finishes the awful 30 minutes of music, he's exhausted. Sweat dribbles down the side of his head from his playing, and the ends of his hair are slightly wet. He poured his heart out, and though he was frail, he still finished it. You weren't expecting him to.

"Wonderful!" You gasp, and your eyes sparkle. "That's it! That's the emotion we're looking for! That was amazing, Komaeda!"

Komaeda's visibly taken aback at the glee on your face. "A-ah, is that so?"

"It is!" You beam. "But you messed up on a couple of parts. We can dust up on that, and then I'll play you my part."

"Wouldn't you just be an accompaniment?"

"Tchaikovsky wrote the duo for his best friend and crush," You hum. "It is a piece meant for the other to shine, but the piano is not overshadowed. Hm? Are you tired? Shall I-"

"It's really weird seeing you so expressive," Komaeda sets his violin down, and you hand him a towel.

"Expression is channeled through music," You hum gently, a smile on your face. "I reserve it for the few who understand that."

"Huh," Komaeda wipes the sweat off his forehead, and takes the water from you. "Through music... huh? May I ask you a question?"

"Sure," Your face softens, and your expression falls back to your resting one.

"Without experiencing the emotion, how do you play a piece?"

"You can't."

"Then how do you play your pieces?" Komaeda blurts out, and his eyes calculate how you'll react. 

"Just because emotion isn't expressed, doesn't mean that you don't experience them" You hum, letting the piano cover drop down. "You struggled on one part with emotion. You were uncertain what that part was trying to convey."

"What was that part conveying?"

"I don't know," You shrug. "but you can find out. We are in one of the best music schools in the world, after all."

"How?"

"You can ask someone who's played before," You shrug. "Or, you can experience the emotion that Tchaikovsky did when he wrote the piece."

"Experience?"

"Falling in love," You shrug. "A friend pestering you for a violin concerto. Or on your end, someone who wanted a piece of music from the greatest composer at the time. Someone who fell in love with their professor, but left him in the end. The piece is an escape from reality. It's in your imagination. The song ends with a bang. Play that song like you mean it. You're serenading your lover."

"I don't have one," Komaeda smirks.

"Have you ever fallen in love?"

"Once."

"Gotten your heart broken?" You sling your bag over your shoulder. 

"No."

"I see," You tap your chin. "The song is about recovery from heartache, from a pain that plagues you. It's an escape and requires heart. I'm not too sure either, but I've gotten my heart broken before. The violin is an extravagant decoration. If you can't experience it, then it'll be hard to convey. Everything else flows fine. You just need to focus on that one part. It's a vivace, not a vivo."

"It's an escape?" He thinks. "An escape..."

"And a lot of folk music," You hum. "You have a week."

"A week?"

"Mull over the emotions, and when I come back, play it to me again." You walk out the door. "Make this piece yours."

"A-ah?" 

During the time you're gone, Komaeda dives into information about the piece. About what he felt, about why he wrote it. The song is embedded into his mind, and the papers lie on every corner of the music room. He didn't get it. What was he missing? He had played it so well other than the stumble. Why did he stumble? It wasn't an actual issue with his playing. He grows more stressed by the day, and he finds himself lying down in the music room, worn out from it. How did you do it? You had sat there every single day he played the pieces, analyzing, chewing, digesting the music. Yet, even then, not an ounce of emotion on your face as you did so.

"Still practicing?" Chiaki peers into the room one evening. 

"You know, you need to eat." Hinata places the tray away from the papers on the table. "They'll kill us if you don't eat enough. The last months matter a lot."

"You guys are done?" He sits up from the papers and tucks his violin into the case. 

"For the night," The two hum, and Komaeda walks over to have dinner. 

"You know," Chiaki sits down next to him on the floor. "If you really have questions, you can ask Kamakura."

"The black-haired male?"

"Yeah," Hinata nods. "My brother."

"Why him?"

"He was supposed to play with them this time around. They made a last-minute request to change partners." Chiaki reveals. "Something about how they were bored of Kamakura's style."

"Do you two not share a last name?"

"He took our mother's, I took our father's." Hinata explains. "We changed them to carry on the legacy. My dad played the saxophone, and my mother played the violin. They were a weird duo."

"I see," Komaeda furrows his brows. "Why me?"

"You need to ask them yourself." Hinata shrugs. 

The two share a knowing look, and Komaeda bites down on his food. "I'm going to go back to the music."

"Finish the food first," Chiaki yawns, pulling out her GameBoy. "They'll kill us if they find out you're skipping meals for the piece." 

"Would they?"

"They once put Kamakura on probation because he wasn't eating properly." Hinata grumbles. "Away from the violin and everything."

"Where are they right now?" Komaeda looks up, stabbing a broccoli with the fork.

"Switzerland."

"Huh?"

"They're going to experience what Geneva is like and why the piece was written that way." Chiaki hums. "They always do that. It comes with being rich and successful for them."

"For the emotion?"

"They usually take their partner," Chiaki mumbles. "I wonder why they didn't take you..."

"They told us," Hinata reminds. "Remember?"

"You're right." Chiaki hums, finishing the game. "Though I still don't get it."

Komaeda furrows his brows. Is that why you were such a sought-after accompaniment? He had just assumed that it was because your music flowed like honey to everyone's ears. Unappreciative of your craft, that's what he considered the rest of them to be. Everyone here was rich, no one appreciated the music. The select few in the course were all world-class musicians, yet he had been chosen from one of the lower classes to play with you. Was it because he had always listened in the room? Or had you seen something in him? Questions fill his mind as he finishes his dinner.

"We'll bring the tray out, so take your time with the analysis," Hinata lifts the tray, and Chiaki shuts off her GameBoy. "Make sure to get enough sleep."

"Mm," Komaeda trails back to the papers, and lies down in the papers. "Lively... lively..."

He racks his mind for happy moments. Some time when he was genuinely excited for something other than the violin. There's nothing. The memory of him and his dog wouldn't fit it. Neither would the family vacation where he lost his parents. All his bright ones are followed by dim ones, none of his memories lasted long. He grumbles. 

"It only works for the first part..." He grumbles. "How do I transition from something dull to something bright... and then a walk..."

What forces a person to take a step back and reassess himself? What makes you pause in your love to reassess yourself? A toxic relationship? No, the last part wasn't in minor; it was in major. What makes you pause in your relationship to look at people, and then keep walking alongside them? He furrows his brows in disdain and stares at the section. He slams his palm onto his forehead, the sound echoing off the walls.

"That's not good when you need to tie your hair back at the performance, you know," A voice comes from the window, and Komaeda nearly snaps his neck to turn to the voice. "Ah, you're back?"

"Not yet," You hold a hand out to him. "I'm here to bring you along for the last two days." 

"And how will you do that?"

"By taking you to the place he finished it." The moon shines behind you, and Komaeda takes a moment to breathe. You're pretty. Antagonizlingly so. Komaeda finds himself holding onto your hand, lured in by your voice. His hand clings onto yours as you pull him out the window, tossing him off into the bushes below. He shields the violin he pulled along as you hope into the bush next to his. It's ethereal. That's what it is.

Switzerland is breathtaking. Geneva lake is spellbinding. Komaeda understands why Tchaikovsky wrote the piece here. The place the two of you stay offers a grand view of the lake, and he wakes up to the call of birds every day, contrary to how the bell wakes him up at school. Life moves at his pace. He wakes up early, never having to move at the pace where the bell drags him. He understands the andante of the final part in the mornings. Everything moves at the pace of the river, gently; slowly, nothing rushes or spurs him on.

"We're performing in two weeks," You sit next to him for breakfast one morning. Komaeda finds you aren't a morning person, and you look much more alive in the Airbnb compared to school. Your hair is never well kept, and you don't filter anything you say. It's like you're at your rawest at the lake. "Any progress?"

"I'd like to run through it by myself once today," He hums, biting into his oatmeal. "And then we can try it together. Will you have enough time to adjust to me in two weeks?"

"More than enough," You hum, pushing your chair back to go to the piano room. "I'll be in the piano room."

"Which one?"

You turn to him. "Haven't decided yet."

You're in the sunroom's music room. A cheap piano resides there instead of the countless expensive ones the building has. The sunroom is only meant for aesthetic purposes, not for anything else. The piano is dusty, old. Komaeda thinks you might not even clean it considering how you treated the piano at school. But when he walks into the room to show you his progress, he finds the piano is clean and polished. Something he didn't know you could do.

Your fingers bounce around on the keys, the flight of the bumblebee spinning around the room. Komaeda can hear the bee buzzing next to his ear, and he pauses to stare at the way your hands fly across the black and white tiles. It's funny. You're playing a piece meant for the violin, almost as if you're threatening to take his spotlight on the night of the performance. Komaeda takes it as a threat. He pulls his violin out of the case, and he smiles at you. "Again."

You comply, tilting your head to start again. "Last chance. My hands are going to strain from this."

Komaeda smirks. "Loser cooks dinner."

"Don't burn the kitchen down," you smile, and start again. The two of you don't tango; you brawl. It's a war; who can play faster. Your eyes harden in determination as Komaeda speeds up teasingly. You glance at him, a harsh grin on your face. Komaeda likes this look on you, he decides. You look full of life, living out the piece as if your life depended on it. You're filled to the brim with something. Determination? Hope? Maybe it was pure spite. It didn't matter. He liked it. The sound of your playing whirls around the room, and his violin leads closely, trying desperately to keep ahead of you.

Distracted by your emotions, Komaeda unintentionally slows down. There's sweat running down your forehead when your hands fly off, and you beam. "I win! Did you get distracted?"

"I was admiring something rare," He smiles. Placing his violin down, he reaches for his handkerchief, and hands it to you. 

"Something worth betting dinner over?"

"Something worth betting dinner over," He affirms, and you wipe the sweat off your head. "Something I wasn't expecting to see."

"Running and then slowing?" You fold the handkerchief and tuck it into your pants. "I'll clean it first."

"Slowing?"

"Like the piece." You smile. "Is it not a chase and then slowing down when you have it?"

"When I have it..." He pauses. 

"The spinning dance, a joyous celebration," You stand up and bow dramatically. "You dance, in love, happy, with the love of your life. A Russian folk melody."

"I suppose." Komaeda taps his chin twice. "Like dancing in the center after a wedding almost."

"You could put it that way," You sit down again, stretching your fingers. "But only what you experience can come alive; unless your imagination spirals."

"Shall we go dancing in the square?"

"They still do that?"

"The castles have events," Komaeda hums, holding up a magazine. "Today at four."

"Alright," You hum. "Like dancing in the center after a festive event."

"Then let us experience it for connection."

Komaeda holds his hand out to you, and you smile. 

Dancing is not your strong suit, though Komaeda has a much easier time learning.

"You have two left feet," He spins you around. You following his steps to not trip over yourself. "I thought you knew how to dance?"

"Only something like ballroom dancing," You mumble. "My parents never taught me folk dances."

"Luckily for you, I only know folk dances," Komaeda chuckles, twirling you in his arms, forcing you to the middle with him. The two of you spin around graciously with the rest of the dancers, and Komaeda smiles when you make it out alive. You hold onto Komaeda's forearms for support, and whine at the exhaustion from dancing. Komaeda chuckles at you.

"Well, I'm never doing that again." You gasp. "That wasn't even Russian folk dancing!"

"But you get the spirit behind it, no?" His hair is damp with sweat, and he grins at you. He's just as tired as you are, if not worse.

"Those are my lines!"

"I do," He smiles. "It's a pleasing dance, one that spins your partner around and around. Russian folk dances are dancing in a circle as one. You understand, yes?"

"Asshole," You sigh, and he leads you back to the airbnb.

"That's not very nice of you," He raises a brow playfully. "Not to someone who went out of their way to help you understand the passion behind the piece."

You stare up at him, grimacing. 

"Shall we try the piece tomorrow?"

"Today," You let go of his arms, and run ahead. "You still need to cook dinner!"

"No fair," He chases after you, and the second you make it back into the airbnb, you collapse into one of the piano rooms. Komaeda joins closely after, and sprawls himself on the ground. "Is this the grand ending?"

"Up to you," You hum. "We're leaving in two days. Hammer that emotion into your mind for the piece."

Komaeda spends the last days before leaving, channeling every ounce of emotion he could through the piece. He doesn't know how you do it, eyes dead as ever. Dare he say it; it almost felt like he could never match up to the emotion you put in your piece. Komaeda is lead by your melody, which frustrates him. He's the lead in this piece, not you. 

"Komaeda?"

"I'm lacking something," He grumbles.

"Arrogance," You continue playing the part he rests. "You lack the arrogance to play it out. You're playing one of the hardest violin concertos out there. You're allowed to feel better than everyone else."

"Huh..."

"Think of the crowd as synthesizers." You press the final key gently, and Komaeda starts playing again. This time, his music carries a superiority complex. It looks down on you, and you keep playing to match his emotions. If he wanted to look down on you, then so would you. The piece turns into a tango, the violin advancing, spinning to spite the piano. The notes from the piano fights him back, pushing and spinning the melody. The tension in the room is suffocating, and the two of you poke at each other. Komaeda plays the final chord, and pants. 

"That's what we want," You hum. "Congrats. You have officially become the best violinist in the school."

"I... what?"

You chuckle. "That was a joke. There's always room for improvement."

Komaeda brightens at your praise. "Thank you."

"Pack up. We're going back tomorrow." You close the piano gently. "Come on."

"Yes!" Komaeda follows after you immediately.

The next week of practice is done in the performance outfits. It runs relatively smooth, but just a minor issue on Komaeda's end.

"WHEN DID YOUR HAIR GROW SO LONG?!" You hiss. "Do we have time for you to cut it?"

"I could," He sighs. "But I have a thing where every time I cut it, I lose touch with emotion for a bit."

"What are these; nerve conductor cells?" You flick at them, making sure to not touch his neck.

"Not quite," He chuckles. "I cut my hair every time I finish a piece. It's a habit."

"Then," You pull a hairtie from your wrist. "At least tie it. May I?"

"Mhm," Komaeda smiles. "You may."

Your hand weaves through his hair, and he fights the urge to lean back into it. Your fingers are soft in his hair, and he exhales when you pull a little too hard.

"Did you just moan?"

"Huh?"

"Sure..." You tie it in his hair, and he grins. "How do I look?"

"See for yourself," You step to the side, and you pull him to the piano to stare at his reflection. His face glistens with sweat from the practice before, and you press a handkerchief to his forehead. 

"Ah..." He stares. "It's pink?"

"It matches your hair," You shrug. "It's also the one I usually wear in case Kamakura or Chiaki need one."

"Both...?"

"Both." You affirm. "Shall we start again? Or do you need a water break?"

"Let's go again," He picks up the violin, and the two of you string each other along once more. The rooms provided soundproof walls to prevent overhearing; and anything else along the lines. Around concert time, it was best since everyone was practicing hard to deliver their pieces to their utmost potential. Komaeda finds it convenient, and you find it amusing. The piece strays further and further from the initially intended emotion to something new. It becomes something the two of you own.

Rehearsal day is nerve-racking for everyone. Chiaki forgets a hairtie, and you hand her one from your wrist. Hinata forgets a reed. Kamakura snaps a string on accident. Plenty of little errors are made during rehearsals. You stay backstage to help everyone get through it.

"I forgot my hairtie," Komaeda chuckles when it's your turn. "Help me?"

You tie his hair with the last band on your wrist, and he escorts you to the stage. He helps you sit down and nods at you when you're ready. Rehearsals run smoothly for both of you. It's a blessing. Komaeda thanks his luck for once, and the two of you head off the stage after. Chiaki is first to greet you, her and Hinata going next. 

"That was wonderful!"

"Ah, thank you," You grin.

Komaeda notices you're much more animated when on stage and behind it. Rehearsals day makes you come alive, and the others students realize it as well. Your voice is laced with emotion, and your eyes have a little sparkle to them. It's cute. you're cute . Komaeda pauses. You're cute? When did he start having thoughts like that? Oh. He shouldn't do that. You don't see him that way. You deserve someone who-

"Komaeda," You wave your hand in front of his face. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," He smiles. "Just thinking."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," He nods. 

"I thought Chiaki and Hinata's playing froze you up," You smile. "They have that effect."

"I can barely hear them from here."

"I know," She shrugs. "you're going to have the time of your life when you hear them next week. There's a reason why a flute and sax combo always wins."

"A flute and what?"

"Saxophone," You grin. "But don't you think we could win this time around?"

"To be fair, yes," he hums. "Though I don't think the judges will like ours."

"The crowd votes," You twirl around with a smile. "And we're going to win."

Komaeda gawks at Chiaki and Hinata's performance on recital day. You weren't wrong. The music instruments were such a nightmare when thought of, yet they seemed so well mixed. Komaeda isn't sure whether to find it surprising or exciting. It was untraditional of them. He turns to ask you, but you tap your foot on the ground along with the beat, the ghost of a grin on your face. You find it exhilarating. The jazz taps around you, spinning, shaking, frolicking in a way that enamors you. You never listened to them practice since they seldom did at school, but it was breathtaking.

"I..." Komaeda swallows. "I understand why they always win."

"The jazz is lovely, isn't it?" You're fully beaming now. "They never fail to surprise me."

"Can... we win?"

"We will," You tilt your head, a teasing smirk on your face as your eyes meet his. "Hm?"

"We will."

Izuru's schön rosmarin waltzes the people around the hall. It keeps the crowd on their feet, a twirl, and then a tug. The music lulls the listener in, telling them of the simple joys in life. You watch as he turns the ballroom into a french café, pulling and tugging students back and forth with the strings of his violin. His music lacked nothing, though Komaeda still didn't understand why you didn't choose to play with him.

"He lacks something," You pipe up, almost as if you read his mind.

"He... does?"

"He does," You hum. "He lacks intensity."

"In... tensity?"

"You'll see what I mean when we finish our piece." The crowd claps for Izuru, and he steps off the stage.

"Still think I'm lacking?"

"You are," You hum. "You'll see what you lack in our performance."

Komaeda holds your hand as he escorts you onto the stage, and the two of you bow at the crowd before preparing your instruments. Komaeda looks at the judges, a cold stare on his face. There's a period of silence, before Komaeda turns to look at you. He nods, and you start the piano. The piano sounds first, and Komaeda lifts his bow to the violin and joins you. His eyes are cold, and he's still looking at one of the judges. You can't speak on stage, so you follow whatever emotion he leads with. He's dull in emotions; his intensity is too much. You grimace. Did he want a duel? Maybe he did. 

You quirk your eyebrow in amusement and hum gently. If he was going to be lifeless, then you would steal the spotlight. A few in the crowd gasp when the piano overtakes the violin, and Komaeda barely notices. He's too busy glaring at the woman in the crowd. A girl. Someone he never wanted to see in his life. The woman who had driven him near insanity to play an instrument. The woman who had started this. 

The piano spins around, twirling in circles to dance. It slows into an eerie night, and Komaeda is still busy with glaring. You decide to ignore him and continue on, destroying the hearts of the crowd with the sound. The accompaniment could not make up for the lead. You're tempted to just use one hand to play and throw the nearest object at Komaeda to knock him out of whatever awful thought process he was having. He was glaring at Junko. The lead of the school's pop music department. You didn't bother prying into something he didn't share.

The piano pauses for the section, and you stand up from the seat. The two of you are might get disqualified because of you, but you don't care. You weren't about to let a muddled past interfere with a piece you worked your ass off for. Komaeda hears the scraping of the chair against the floor, and you bow. The crowd is unsure what to do, but you grin and step in front of the male. He doesn't stop playing, but you mouth at him. Shall we dance?.

Komaeda takes a reluctant step back, and you spin around with him on the stage. Just like the dancing at the square. Komaeda finds a sense of rest when you beam at him like that. His fingers press on the strings, pouring emotion back into the music. You take a step back, and when he lifts his bow, it seems as though he's leading you. The smile on your face softens, and Komaeda leads you back to the bench in time for you to continue. He smiles at you, forgetting about the judge.

"Let's dance," He takes a step back, a smirk on his face. "My pianist."

You scoff.

The music changes after that. There's no visible fighting, and the pushing and pulling lulls the audience to listen closer. It's enamoring. The audience are on their toes, trying to figure out the winner of this piece. It's a ballroom dance of love, hatred, passion that suffocates the onlookers. Yet, none of them can bear to look away. You have them caught up in the brawl, watchers in a colosseum. The notes swing at each other, yet they dance together under the spotlight. Even the judges in charge of the other sections are drawn in. The Tchaikovsky part is no longer there, and it has become something the two of you create.

Komaeda pulls the final note, and your hands bounce off the keyboard in sync.

"A lovers fight..." Chiaki gasps gently. "I got it."

"Two people pushing and pulling to get ahead, only to realize they were going at the same pace the whole time," Hinata smiles. "It'll be hard to win this year if they weigh storytelling over creativity."

You bow with Komaeda, and he holds his hand out to you. You place your hand onto his, and he lifts it to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss onto it. His eyes meet yours, his other hand holding his violin. He eyes you teasingly. Someone in the crowd screams. Your cheeks flare up immediately as he walks you backstage.

Chiaki hugs you, and you beam.

"I approve of him," She whispers gently. "He makes you smile more." 

"Chiaki..."

"I'm just saying," She hums. 

"Are we going for post-recital dinner?" Hinata shakes the phone in his hand.

"Sounds good," You hum. "I need to change."

"I do too," Komaeda loosens the buttons around his neck. "I'm sweaty."

"Wait until results come in," Izuru speaks up from the corner. 

"Right," You step up to Komaeda and button one of them back. "We need to see who won."

"I don't really care," Komaeda hums, cheeks flushed pink. "Trash like me couldn't possibly win. Though-"

You tug harshly on his shirt, and he yelps as he leans forward. Your lips rest next to his ear, and you exhale on his ear. "You think that little of me?"

"Of course not," Komaeda laughs awkwardly as he leans back. "I just fear I've dragged you down from that little feat of mine."

"Think of it as part of the story," You shrug, finishing with his shirt. Patting his chest twice, you slouch onto the couch in the room. "I hope they hurry up."

"You guys were the middle to liven everyone up," Hinata sighs. "I doubt they judges will change how they usually judge."

"It doesn't matter. I suppose," You shrug. "We had fun, no?"

"Stop speaking in rhetoric." 

You grin cheekily. 

The rest of the night passes in a blur until they call everyone up for the winners. 

"Place your bets!" One of the seniors call. 

"Seventeen," You place a dollar bill into the box and place the sticker under your name. 

"Arrogant, aren't we?"

"It's just a dollar," You grin. 

Komaeda hands him a dollar bill, and sticks a sticker under your name as well. "For luck."

"Your luck," You hum, amused.

"My luck got me pretty far while in Switzerland, did it not?" Komaeda hums mischievously. You elbow him, and he chuckles. 

"Shall we make a bet?"

"We win, and I get to top," Komaeda lowers his voice, still staring at the announcer.

You elbow him again. "Not happening."

"You said to make a bet."

You grumble. "bet."

The judges announce winners by section, and Chiaki starts playing rock paper scissors with you.

"The winners for best duo are..."

Chiaki speeds up to get the final round in the game.

"L/n, Y/n and Komaeda Nagito of Class 14!"

"Had no idea we had that many classes." Komaeda mumbles as the two of you head on stage.

"Neither did I," You mumble back.

The woman hands the two of you a statue and then a plaque. The two of you pose for a photo, and then join the rest of the winners.

"I won the bet."

You grimace. "Got it."

Komaeda stares at you one last time on stage as the camera clicks.

The next time you close a piano, your fingers lead the cover down, and there's no sound. Instead, someone chuckles, and the sound of something hitting someone ghosts out the room.

#I keep forgetting how long my ao3 fics are #komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #sdr2 x reader #danganronpa 2 x reader #danganronpa 2 #nagito komaeda #komaeda nagito #☾.scheduled #☾.fics

[yourlocalmikankinnie]

Hi everyone! It's been a while since I've posted, but I'd like to say that I've finished rain code (and by finished, I mean watched a full game playthrough that was maybe 35 hours long (I did not watch it all, I took breaks and continued the next day and so forth)) and will be writing for Rain Code characters (I will write for everyone except for the main bad guys (ex: Martina, Komi, Makoto, Seth, ECT) and the people on the express)

Rain Code in my opinion is truly wonderful. I didn't see Nothing coming at first, and Im not sure I had the best of hopes for it since it came from the makers of Danganronpa (as much as I like the game and characters, I have to admit it's very problematic) I enjoyed the game. I think the story plots are very interesting, and it's nice that we change it up from time to time. And the character designs are beautiful. Same with the models. It's almost unbelievable that we went from ultra despair girls to rain code, the animation and models is truly an improvement.

Anyways, long story short again, I will be writing for Rain Code characters when I feel my energy come back for writing! I'm excited for that day and I hope I'm able to get my motivation and will to write again! 💕

-Sayaka Kirumi

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[cerisetial]

Can you do Komahina x reader. Reader tells them that they are pregnant at a restaurant but like privately? Thank you and you don't need to do it if you feel uncomfortable Bye~

a pleasant surprise ft. komahina (nagito komaeda x hajime hinata x reader)

implied fem! reader

additional notes: i didn't exactly know whether you meant separately so i decided to just make it a poly relationship with both of them, however if you want one with the both of them separately please don't hesitate to ask :). all characters mentioned here are aged up to around 22 and above!

"hajime, nagito, how about we all eat at a good restaurant tonight? no need to worry about pay, i have the bill covered."

from that, here you are in the present! inside of a good restaurant at a rather secluded spot away from the noise and loud chatter by the strangers eating with you.

alongside you is your boyfriends, nagito and hajime. the three of you have been together ever since university and have stuck with one another ever since. from friendship grew romance and since all three of you wanted to be with one another, you three are together!

having been with each other for years, you're aware of what they both want, and one of their common wants is a family. that thought does bring you a sense of comfort, however that won't stop the pit of nervousness in your stomach

'would this really be okay? what if conflict starts...?' you think to yourself, losing yourself in your thoughts and being unaware of both males constantly calling your name and trying to get your attention

"y/n? y/n, are you okay?" hajime asks, snapping his fingers in front of you to try and snap you back to reality

nagito, getting worried, gently places his hand on your shoulder to shake you lightly, which manages to do the trick. both of them heave a sigh of relief but look at you with a quizzical expression

"nagito? hajime? what's up?" you asked, but both of them proceed to look at you worried

"are you alright? you've been spacing out a lot. from the moment we were heading to here and even while here. is something on your mind?" nagito asked, to which you let out a sigh and let a troubled expression flash across your features. this seemed to have gotten their attention as they both look at you ready to listen.

"it's just that- something happened and i've been wondering on how to deal with it" with this, they both place themselves on each side of you, holding onto your hands and rubbing their thumbs on the back of it.

you slowly relax as they both do their best to help alleviate your worries. nagito whispers words of reassurance while hajime backs him up all the while holding onto you. they're both so caring...

'you would both make great parents.' you think to yourself

after a few moments, the three of you are just smiling and happily basking in each other's presence before a look of recollection flashes upon nagito's features

"you said something was troubling you, right, y/n? if you'd like to talk about it... we'd be very happy to listen to you. although i can't promise that i'd be much help to you, i can at least lend you a shoulder to lean on if you need it"

"and me too! don't forget, we're both here for you!" hajime follows up.

hearing both of this from them, you get the boost of confidence that you need to tell them the news. you don't have to worry, they'd both be extremely happy with it, right?

"well, um. this news does affect us." a look of seriousness shows on their faces to which you laugh and swat at the air

"calm down you two it's nothing bad, i think. well, that depends on how you two think of the news"

"y/n please just get on with it the suspense is slowly killing me" hajime mutters, getting a laugh out of both you and nagito.

holding onto both of their hands, you finally tell them what's been bothering you

"i'm pregnant. so that meanssss we'll be having a family!"

silence follows after as they both look shocked upon hearing what you had to say. you were starting to get worried after they've been too silent for a few seconds, until you hear sniffles coming from nagito, followed by him holding onto you tightly. hajime follows suit letting out a few laughs while also holding onto you

"we're- so, so, so, happy y/n. you're not messing with us right?" hajime asks you with a smile. you don't say anything but just nod, giving him enough confirmation that you are in fact not joking and that he and nagito would both be the parents of your child, or children!

nagito's grip on you tightens and loosens every few seconds, making you hold onto the sides of his face and make him face both you and hajime. although he has a few tears streaming down his face, the obvious smile on his lips warms your heart. both of them are happy, and you are too.

"ma'am, sirs, are you all ready to order?" a waitress approaches

"ah, please give us a few more minutes. we'll call you over once we're ready" you say, earning a nod as the waitress walks away while you and hajime try to get nagito to stop crying

"i'm sorry that you both have to see me like this. it's just- overwhelming. i can't believe that i'm lucky enough to be able to have a family with you both..." he speaks after a while of trying to stop his tears. he wipes his eyes with his sleeve and gives the both of you another hug

"but, i think i speak for hajime and i when i say that we'll both do our best to be great fathers, y/n"

"mhm! you can count on us. we'll also take care of you too"

the night goes by fast as the three of you spend your time celebrating and just overall being happy for the wonderful news. you'll be having a family with the two people you love. truly a pleasant surprise, wouldn't you say?

omg hiiii! i'm so sorry i took so long with your request :( as you all probably know- i've had internet problems ever since the earliest days of the month and it finally started to work well for me today yahoo!! so i'll be working on the rest of my requests today as well ♡ it's been such a long time since i've written a one shot so i'm probably quite rusty, but i hope you like this~! do tell me if this isn't exactly what you wanted cause i can certainly redo this! take care and stay safe, i love all of you my lovelies!

- cerise

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[animekpopsimp]

Imagine Fuyuhiko saving your life during the killing game

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[goddess-of-green]

𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚋𝚢 | 𝚗. 𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚍𝚊

You think your bed is more comfortable than anything else. Komaeda thinks so too. Word count: 676 | creds to zakiko for the art!

enjoy this drabble until i talk myself into functioning again.

(wrote this on my phone early asf in the morning. i was rlly tired if you can’t tell.)

Warnings: GN!Reader

Tucking yourself into bed, you curled into the most comfortable position you could and adjusted your blankets. 

Monokuma had been going completely off the rails lately and you were nothing if not exhausted by it. Each day on the island only felt longer and longer. 

Despite your awful circumstances, you found it in yourself to be grateful you at least had a comfortable bed to sleep in at the end of it all. Soft sheets and a nice warm cottage just to yourself certainly helped you stay sane during the killing game. 

Before your thoughts could go much further, you found your consciousness slipping and your thoughts trailing off as you fell asleep. 

You weren’t sure how long had passed before you woke up again, but it felt like it had been at least a few hours. 

As you came into awareness, you realized what had woken you up in the first place, and looked up groggily at the figure looming over you. 

“-/N…Y/N…” Komaeda whispered, nudging you so gently it was a wonder you’d woken up at all. 

Despite your coming to, you nearly flinched as Komaeda came into focus, and you looked him up and down. 

His long green jacket was hanging at his elbows, hanging down long enough to cover his boxers, as it didn’t look like he was wearing pants, though his pale arms and collar bones were on full display due to this scoop neck tee. 

His hair was even more of a mess than usual, (if that was possible) and he had a pillow tucked under his arm. It really didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was there for. 

Still, your brain was cloudy from just waking up, the only thing on your mind was continuing your rest, but you couldn’t very well just ignore him and go back to sleep. Especially considering he broke into your cottage. 

“Ko…? Huh…?” You murmured, blinking up at him. 

“Y/n…” He clutched the pillow tighter, an uncharacteristic look of nervousness crossing his face as he looked into your eyes. “I’m…so sorry to ask this of you…but...um…” He trailed off, seeming to have trouble saying it. 

“You wanna sleep together?” You murmured, gazing at him with hazy eyes. You were still half-asleep.

Nodding, Komaeda looked to your face anxiously for a response. 

This wasn’t the first time Komaeda had done something like this. You really should have expected it, but at the same time, he should have expected what your answer would be. 

You scooted over as efficiently as you could with your mind still so fuzzy, stopping when there was a Komaeda-shaped space beside you in bed, and you patted it with a small smile, frankly tired of using your words. 

Komaeda swallowed hard at the display, but made no move to deny it and quickly took the opportunity to get into bed with you. 

He put his pillow beside yours and settled in with you, taking up the space you’d given him and more as he pressed himself close to you. 

His arms wrapped around your waist and he rested his head on your chest, intent on listening to your heartbeat. It was slow, because of how tired you were, but he seemed to find the steady rhythm relaxing as his eyes drifted shut. 

Half asleep, and much more comfortable with a warm boy cuddled up to you, you felt yourself start to drift off for a second time, and you stroked Komaeda's hair until you fell asleep, wanting him to doze off before you. 

Tugging gently on the ends of his soft white hair proved to be relaxing for you too however, and you quickly found yourself falling asleep, arms coming to rest lovingly around Komaeda's shoulders. 

You may have been stuck on an island of death and despair, but…you two were at home right there. Fit together like a puzzle piece. 

#sdr2 x reader #super danganronpa 2 x reader #danganronpa x reader #dr x reader #danganronpa 2 x reader #dr2 x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #komaeda x reader

[amphibiahawks321]

I'd like to request Akane Owari x M!Reader, please!

Akane : Thanks for helping me Y/N!

M!Reader blushing : H-hehe N-no problem!

Akane : Your whole body is the perfect weight!

[Reveal Akane bench pressing Y/N's entire body]

Akane : I promise I'll pay you back!

M!Reader blushing : W-with what exactly?

Akane : Chuckles trust me~ you'll definitely enjoy it~

M!Reader : 💧0///v///0

#male reader #danganronpa 2 x reader #reader x danganronpa 2 #reader x danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa #akane owari #akane owari x reader #reader x akane owari

[imagineronpaz]

Dancing with ___: A Danganronpa One-shot i made in my college lecture

Characters: Togami, Makoto, Ibuki, Chiaki, Kokichi, Nagito Leon.

Could be playtonic or romantic

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Togami:

(not part of the imagine but chihiro's walk in this gif omg i love them so much)

"I'm Here with my best friend," Togami said to the camera you put up. "Best friend, show them your moves."

You laughed, doing the Default Dance.

"Ooh, yeah. Get it I guess. It's my turn." He pushed you out of the way, laughing at you falling. "Duggie, hype me up."

Makoto:

"HOLY SHIT YOU HAVE MOVES WHAT THE FUCK?!"

For some reason, as if this was a fan fic, you and Makoto got challenged to a dance battle.

Fun fact that you didn't know: The Ultimate Hope is the Ultimate Dancer

/hj

BUT DAMN THAT MAN CAN DANCE

Ibuki:

"ITS NOT THAT HARD SWING SNAP ROCK!" Ibuki yelled at you, trying to teach.

Apparently, she has made a dance for her new song, and she wanted you to learn it. And by wanted, I mean she forced you.

"How do you even do that with your leg?!" You yelled at her.

Chiaki:

"What are you doing....?" You asked.

"Chica Dance..." The gamer replied.

"Pog."

You sat down, watching the gamer learn. Maybe you might learn this just so you and Chiaki can dance together.

Kokichi:

"Ok, you ready?" You giggled, pointing at Miu to turn on the camera.

You noticed him flip you off, only for you to laugh.

"Ladies, germs, and robotic worms," You started, looking at your class. You ignored the "I'm not a worm" from Keebo, and continued. "Our dear friend lost a bet, sadly. So presenting, all the way from D.I.C.E, Kokichi Ouma!"

Nagaytoe:

You and your friends threw the fire extinguisher bombs to the fire in the warehouse. Monokuma kicked you guys out to put the fire out himself because you guys "sucked ball ass" at it.

When he left, you guys walked in, to see a sight you didn't think youd ever see.

"Lmao you really thought I would be dead." Nagito laughed while twerking at yall.

"Did this bitch really say lmao," you complained, watching Hajime and Kazuichi hold back Fuyuhiko.

Leon:

You laughed harder at Yasahiro choking on his drink, Mondo's hand shaking as he tried to hold the camera still.

"Taka make it rain on me!" Leon laughed, wraping his leg around the street light.

You guys were getting strange looks out on the street, but Leon will be Leon, I guess.

#danganronpa x reader smut #imagineronpaz #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #danganronpa imagines #killing harmony #danganronpa x y/n #goodbye despair #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2 x reader

[violetarks]

↬ DANGANRONPA

(danganronpa: trigger happy havoc)

↣ NAEGI MAKOTO

nothing yet

↣ TOGAMI BYAKUYA

catch the rain, even on a sunny day!

↠ summary: you two share these moments that feel oh so close to being in a relationship, so close yet so far.

↠ warnings: g/n! reader

↣ ENOSHIMA JUNKO

nothing yet

↣ ISHIMARU KIYOTAKA

nothing yet

↣ KIRIGIRI KYOKO

nothing yet

↣ OWADA MONDO

nothing yet

(danganronpa 2: goodbye despair)

↣ HINATA HAJIME

catch the rain, even on a sunny day!

↠ summary: you two share these moments that feel oh so close to being in a relationship, so close yet so far.

↠ warnings: g/n! reader

↣ OWARI AKANE

nothing yet

↣ NANAMI CHIAKI

nothing yet

↣ KUZURYU FUYUHIKO

your stupid face makes me insane!

↠ summary: fuyuhiko is beginning to like you instead of just tolerate you, and this discovery changes his world.

↠ warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns, mx used

↣ KOMAEDA NAGITO

catch the rain, even on a sunny day!

↠ summary: you two share these moments that feel oh so close to being in a relationship, so close yet so far.

↠ warnings: g/n! reader

↣ SOUDA KAZUICHI

nothing yet

↣ PEKOYAMA PEKO

nothing yet

↣ NEVERMIND SONIA

nothing yet

(danganronpa v3: killing harmony)

↣ SAIHARA SHUICHI

nothing yet

↣ MOMOTA KAITO

nothing yet

↣ HARUKAWA MAKI

nothing yet

↣ AKAMATSU KAEDE

nothing yet

↣ K1-B0

nothing yet

↣ OMA KOKICHI

nothing yet

↣ AMAMI RANTARO

nothing yet

#danganronpa x reader #danrangonpa trigger happy havoc x reader #danganronpa 2 x reader #danganronpa goodbye despair x reader #danganronpa v3 x reader #danganronpa v3 killing harmony x reader #info✿log

[aritsukemo]

Danganronpa Masterpost 🖤🤍

Links to all of my Danganronpa-related works!

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc 🤎🔪✨

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair 💛🌴

Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony 💜🔪

Danganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls 🧡🌺

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

#danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #danganronpa ultra despair girls #danganronpa udg #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa x you #Danganronpa trigger happy havoc x reader #Danganronpa trigger happy havoc x y/n #Danganronpa trigger happy havoc x you #Danganronpa 2 x reader #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair x reader #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair x y/n #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair x you #danganronpa v3 x reader #danganronpa v3 x y/n #danganronpa v3 x you #danganronpa v3 killing harmony x reader #danganronpa v3 killing harmony x y/n #danganronpa v3 killing harmony x you #danganronpa ultra despair girls x reader #danganronpa ultra despair girls x y/n #danganronpa ultra despair girls x you #danganronpa udg x reader #danganronpa udg x y/n

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

yall..im workin hard on the last part of fbrc rn....BUUUUUTTT--

i thought of childhood friend (im sorry i cant help it) bodyguard katsuki being hopelessly devoted to big boss' daughter reader.

let's say the environment he grew up in wasn't good at all. he lived in a horrible neighborhood that had a survival of the fittest mentality. he had to rob n steal and fight to survive. and them maybe he got recruited by some crime syndicate who saw his potential from a young age.

he feels indebted to them cus they got him out the streets, so he decides to devote his entire life to this syndicate and his boss, who just so happens to have a child : you.

you're the same age as him, maybe a year younger. his first thought is that you're a pushover. you hide behind your father the whole time he's introducing you to him and you barely even look at him, but he's been told he has a bit of a stink eye because he's just sorta used to glaring at people.

as your father keeps introducing you both your eyes widen at him saying katsuki will become your new best friend. yours out of joy cus you've always been sheltered and you've never really had friends your age before, and katsuki's out of shock. he thought he was here to kick people's asses, not babysit some random girl !

when your father pulls katsuki aside later that day he explains that since he's a very dangerous man other dangerous people will try to endanger not only him but his family and since he's strong he'd like him to watch over you. katsuki doesn't like it, but your dad did save him from his life on the street, so he can play nice for now.

he's never had friends either, so he doesn't know how to play like other kids do, and definetly not like you do.

you have him follow you around calling him your knight, you stick stupid clips in his hair and get all pouty when he won't let you put that pastey makeup shit on his face. you have him kiss your ouchies away when you trip over your own shadow and you whine and whine until he let's you jump on his back to give you a piggy back ride.

though, the more he spends time with you, the more there are fun moments. he hates to admit it but it's fun to be a kid with you. you play games that he likes to play and you share your cookies with him and he carries you around and plays dolls with you in exchange. he kisses your ouchies away and you put a cool bandage over his cheek when he's done training for the day and press a big get better kiss on it. you tell him it's to energize him and he huffs and puffs about it but he always looks forward to his kiss after training.

you've complained to him about how you can't spend much time with your dad since he's always out working, you don't have friends because everyone is a threat and you're always being surveyed and watched from a distance and you cry and say you hate it. you tell him that he's your fifth body guard and that he's your favorite one by far. you smile at him and the apples of his cheeks burn, he tries but can't supress the proud smile that grows on his face "of course i am, i'm the best !"

he's been your favorite and last body guard since that day because katsuki has made it his life's mission to devote himself to his clan, his boss and most of all, you.

#EEEE i wanna write sum about this SO BAD. #maybe... #BIG MAYBE LEMME FINISH THIS SERIES FIRST LMFAOOO #based on me rewatching berleezys danganronpa 2 series #danganronpa DEFINETLY has its bootycheeks moments but fuyuhiko and pekopeko's was DEFINETLY NOT one of them #i llove them they inspire me #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugo fluff #katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #bakugou drabble #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #bakugo x female reader