#danganronpa angst

[snowcapmt]

So what if… Shuichi and Kaede’s “characters” were created to know each other before the killing game and have history together. And Kaede dying was an even bigger gut punch to him than it already was…..

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ALSO I HAVE THIS SAIMATSU BABY her name is Yua

#Danganronpa #shuichi saihara #danganronpa shuichi #danganronpa v3 #kaede akamatsu #saimatsu #drv3 #danganronpa au #danganronpa angst #next gens

[izurusstuff]

⚠️ 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!! ⚠️

message from izurusstuff: hello, lovelies <3 i woke up today and immediately ran to tumblr because of an amazing thought i had >:) it’s inspired by @goddess-of-green’s teacher nagito smut, i highly recommend you check their’s out because it’s awesome and lives in my mind rent free. also this is 18+ only, minors do NOT interact!!! and everyone’s legal age. also there’s spoilers for the danganronpa 3 anime and ending of goodbye despair, so read with caution if you don’t want spoilers

summary: You’re a student at the University of Tokyo a couple years after The Tragedy. The whole ordeal inspired you to become a psychology major with a minor in ethics. It’s your senior year at the university— you only have a semester left until graduation. Everything was perfect until this point, but your high-level ethics professor makes it hard to keep up your perfect grades. Fed up, you confront him, which leads to… something special ;)

A+ (Teacher!Izuru Kamukura x Fem!Reader Smut)

It’s another day in class towards the end of the semester. Finals are quickly approaching, and your stoic teacher is handing your papers back at the end of class. For some reason, he just wouldn’t give out A’s in his class. Your perfect 4.0 GPA was going to be brought down by this right before you graduated! You grew tired of his antics. Of course, it didn’t really tick you off until you spent days without sleep trying to finish your paper. Every other source told you that it was amazing and captivating.

But you got a B+, an 89.9

You were basically fuming at that point. It was obvious Professor Kamukura wasn’t going to admit that your paper deserved an A. Rage boiled through your body. Your nostrils flared and your knuckles tightened. You stared into your professors eyes with pure anger. He wouldn’t admit it, but your reaction wasn’t boring to him. He was used to boredom. His eyebrow ever so slightly raised at you, which only pissed you off more.

Without breaking any eye contact, you ripped up your 30 page paper in front of him and slammed it on his desk. Oh boy, he did not know what he was signing up for when he messed with the valedictorian’s perfect GPA.

“Can I help you?” He scoffed.

His apathy was the straw that broke the camel’s back. With your fists balled up, you took a deep breath and let it OUT.

“Is it your mission in life to make everyone miserable? Is it because you got used by your school to become a human weapon? Why the FUCK do you have to be so condescending?! Do you KNOW how hard I worked to be here?! DO YOU?! If you hate people sooo much and you’re always bored by them, why did you take the job here? It’s not like you’re the best of the best! I can name thousands of people who’d be a better teacher for this job than you are… so why do you think you’re hot shit? You’re not… you’re a hurt little boy with some weird complex a-and you’re RUINING everything… so what the fuck is your problem, Kamukura?!”

Holy shit. Your response had him speechless for a brief second. He had to compose himself before staring you down and giving a response. However, you weren’t even CLOSE do being done…

“Your paper was bori-”

“Boring? Yeah, I fucking KNOW! Everything’s boring to you! But I am NOT letting your stubborn ass ruin my perfect GPA, do you understand?! What would capture your attention? Writing my paper on Junko Enoshima? Chiaki Nanami? Ooh I know! How about Hajime Hinata!”

Ouch. The last name really struck a nerve with Izuru. He actually felt a sense of sadness; something he hasn’t felt since he watched Chiaki’s final moments. Kamukura simply walked away, the nerve!

“Oh, you think I’m DONE with you?!”

“Doubtful.” He rolled his eyes, opening the classroom door for you. Huh, weird.

“I’m heading to my office. You can come with or continue your temper tantrum in here until the next class comes.”

You stood in shock for a moment. He was actually inviting you to his office…? I mean, it was in his own weird way, but it counted, right?

He walked in front of you without saying a word, only motioning to the door of his office.

Izuru’s office definitely didn’t fit him. There was a few coffee mugs, packets of chamomile tea, kawaii stuffed animals, a sword, etc. Were these all the gifts his former classmates gave him?

“Sit.”

You did as he said, looking around at everything in awe. Kamukura pulled out a folder than had your last name on it with copies of your old papers. You were utterly shocked he kept up with stuff like that.

“[L/N]. Your final semester here.”

“How did you-?”

“You’re valedictorian. I hear about you wherever I go.”

He… knew stuff about you? You were utterly shocked and dumbfounded. You thought you were just another boring face to him.

“I’ll say this one time and one time only. Your response to your grade impressed me. We both know that never happens.”

“Oh. Sorry, I guess?”

“Don’t apologize. It takes away character.”

You looked at the floor and nodded as Professor Kamukura looked through your folder more. Surprisingly, it earned a few impressed eyebrow raises from him.

“Your papers have no mistakes. They’re merely boring to me. Except for your last one on the ethics of Hope’s Peak. For obvious reasons, I do not have any interest in reading a paper about the school that used me.”

Realization hit you, and you actually felt bad for him. It was the first time you did. You looked at the ground and nodded. Kamukura obviously picked up on your regret, which he rolled his eyes to and tapped on the desk to get your attention.

“Why are you remorseful? It’s just a grade. If you need an A that badly, I’ll change it.”

You shook your head. It nearly knocked him out of his seat in surprise.

“No. It’s because you’re still a person, which everyone forgets about. Including me.”

Your humanization of him really REALLY struck a nerve. But in a good way. The tone in the room shifted to a way more positive one, and you swear you saw his mouth turn into an ever so slight smile.

“Your response… was not what I was expecting, Y/N.”

He used your first name?! You jolted up to stare at him in utter disbelief.

“If you want to go, I won’t keep you.”

You shook your head. Neither of you knew what to say next. However, it seemed you two were truly seeing each other as humans. Not human experiment and student who only cared about her grades, but humans… and tension filled the air. Both of you stood up with Izuru locking his office door and backing you against the wall.

Your heart fluttered so incredibly fast. Just mere moments ago, you were about to square up with your teacher. Now you want nothing more than to hold him. Little did you know he felt the same about you.

His red eyes expressed a hint of worry behind them. You could tell he was concerned about hurting you or pressuring you into this.

With a deep breath, you closed the distance between you two and finally kissed him. You expected him to shove you away and call you boring, but his hands merely cupped your face as he deepened the kiss. You melted into it, completely forgetting that he was the reason you wouldn’t have a perfect GPA. But in that moment, you couldn’t care. You didn’t care that you were passionately kissing your teacher who has no emotion towards anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want to leave?” Kamukura asked, not taking his eyes off your mouth. You could tell he wanted nothing more than you to stay with him.

“I’m sure…”

His mouth slightly widened into the barely visible smile he had before. He smiled into another kiss with you, pushing you up against the wall. Izuru obviously knew what you were thinking, but he didn’t want to make the first move out of respect (consent king). So, you took his hands and moved them down to the dip in your hips. He definitely got the memo.

“Tell me if you want to stop.”

You nodded. The kisses got more rough, but he took his time with caressing your body. You loved the passion he was showing, but God you wanted him to hurry up.

Once he got to your chest, you took your shirt off, giving him an uncovered view of your chest. He was mesmerized by your body. Kamukura pulled you into yet another kiss, but this time it was by grabbing your ass. You were surprised by his strength, but then again, he WAS made to be impossibly strong…

While he was doing his own thing to you, you unbuttoned his shirt and watched it slide down his muscular arms. Holy shit. You weren’t expecting that. You should’ve, but you didn’t.

He softly chuckled, and that surprised both of you. Izuru removed his shirt, pulling you closer. You could feel each other’s body heat. You finally took off your bra and slid your skirt down. He took no time in reaching for your chest and caressing it. Meanwhile, you got his pants off. He led the two of you to his desk…

Kamukura laid you down and kissed down your body until he got to the line of your underwear. With a delicate touch, he took them off and put himself between your thighs, looking up at you with curiosity and lust. You whimpered, and that only made him more crazed.

He gently rubbed a finger up your slit, causing you to whimper yet again. You could see his smile through your half lidded gaze.

Finally he stuck a finger in. You gasped out in pleasure, and he slowly moved it in and out. You grabbed his hair and whimpered again. Fuck it, he couldn’t wait any more.

Kamukura removed his last article of clothing and slowly slid into you. Your hands grasped onto his toned back as your moans got louder with every inch he put in. He looked down at you, putting his hands underneath your back as he began his thrusting.

You heard his soft grunts, making you further crazed. You wrapped his legs around his torso and he sped up. The light of the hallway peeking in through his blinds gave his toned body a beautiful glow, and you were starstruck by it.

In an odd moment of wholesomeness, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead while he harshly thrusted into you. The duality, good lord.

Your whimpers and tightening drove him crazy. He sped up as fast as he could, causing his desk to shake. Even if someone heard you two, neither of you cared because of how good you both felt.

Even though it felt like seconds, moments passed before you tightened around him from finishing, therefore making him cum too. Both of you were unbelievably sweaty from the deed, and you laid on his desk staring at the ceiling.

“I’ll change your grade to an A.”

RAAAA THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE THINGS IVE EVER WRITTEN, SHOUKD I MAKE A PART TWO…

#izurusstuff #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #izuru kamakura smut #izuru kamakura x reader smut #izuru kamakura #izuru kamukura smut #izuru kamukura #izuru kamukura x reader #danganronpa izuru #danganronpa smut #danganronpa angst #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa anime #danganronpa 3 anime

[chihirolovebot]

mistletoe.

featuring. shuichi saihara x reader

word count. 2.1k

synopsis. you host a christmas party for your classmates, and finally pluck up the courage to confess to shuichi (with the help of alcohol and a conveniently-placed plant)

content. drinking (reader and shuichi both drink), eggnog and shots, kissing, confessions, hope's peak au, gender-neutral reader, mild pining, fluff, safe for work, reader is a little drunk and shuichi is tipsy, mild sexual jokes (miu), pet names (pretty boy), cursing, getting together, kissing under the mistletoe, background kiibouruma and harumatsu.

ficmas masterlist.

It's been building for a while, you think.

Shuichi is lovely. He's kind, and quiet, and endlessly thoughtful in a way that prevails through his nervousness. And he is nervous, pretty constantly on-edge, has been since you started at Hope's Peak a year ago. You've built a relationship around it though, something that's been teetering between friendship and some other, like Other with a capital 'O', a great big warm something like being enveloped in a soft blanket.

It's just pretty hard to get a read on him, sometimes. Sure, he goes red when he sees you and smiles a lot and stammers over his words, but that's hardly saying much. He gets flushed and nervous around everyone. Kaede insists that he likes you, but you're unsure, and you're not willing to waste your friendship on a hunch.

But... it's Christmas, and maybe that has something to do with it. With December passing by the world tilts into a shimmering haze of sparkly lights and tinsel and ice; you're just a little out of touch with reality, and the alcoholic eggnog is not helping. You're fuzzy, warm, floating a little out of your fuzzy socks and boots as the party breathes around you, a cacophony of revolving bodies dressed in scarlet and green and white, Christmas music blaring in the foreground, the apartment alight with festive lights.

You feel dreamlike, like your head's unscrewing, like there's a sparkly filter in front of your eyes and everything is hazy and sweet.

You love your classmates.

Kokichi, Kiibo and Miu slump on the three-seater sofa, heads leant upon each others' shoulders. Miu was drunk, Kokichi and Kiibo decidedly sober, but they indulge her anyway as she rants and rambles. Kaede has got Maki in a corner, chatting animatedly; Kaito, Rantaro and Kiyo sit in a circle playing some sort of intricate card game that leaves a frustrated Kaito taking many shots; Tsumugi and Gonta have scuttled off to the kitchen, sitting upon the countertops and deep in conversation. It's good. Your party is good.

The only thing missing is—

"Ah, here you are..."

His voice floats past you, sweet and quiet, and you turn and he's there, cherubic, lovely, he's even swapped out his usual dark, brooding cap for a lopsided Santa hat that droops around his upturned eyebrows. It matches the pleased flush on his cheeks, his deep dark eyes glimmering with the reflection of all the decorative lights.

Your body feels light enough to float, the world whirling and shimmering around you, fading to nothing as Shuichi comes into hyperfocus, and you sling your arm around his shoulder. Suddenly your lips are by his ear and you're giggling, "Sweeetchi!" against his skin.

He squirms, laughing nervously, his hands finding home gently on your upper arms to steady you. The heat of his steady hands seeps through your clothes. "Are, ah... a-are you drunk?"

"Just a little," you mumble, unable to stop smiling. "'M allowed to be, though! No school tomorrow. And 's my party!"

"I—I wasn't chastising you, or anything," Shuichi hastens to clarify, eyes widening. "It's... perfectly within your right. And the, uh, the party looks great. You did a great job."

"Wasn't great without you here," you beam, delighting as he only turns redder and hides his face in his sleeve. "You wanna... you wanna drink? Pretty boy?"

"Pr..." Shuichi gapes like a fish out of water; the soft apples of his cheeks match the scarlet of his drooping Santa hat. "Wha, um, you—?"

"Drink!" You take his sleeve and tug him over to the table laden with drinks. A lot of the eggnog has gone but there's a couple of frosted glasses left, as well as backup bottles of spirits and chasers. A collection of stained-glass shotglasses has piled up on the side, mostly courtesy of Miu, Kaito and Kaede, but you know Shuichi has a sweet tooth and probably wouldn't be fond of any of the flavoured vodka, or tequila or anything else on offer. So it's eggnog, lukewarm and sweet with only an aftertang of brandy.

"Thank you," Shuichi smiles, holding the glass up nervously. "Eggnog?"

"Homemade, baby," you flash a grin, endeared as he blinks rapidly and ducks his head to take a deep drink in his fluster. He drains half the glass in a few anxious sips, wiping his mouth absently with the back of his hand afterwards. Sweet creamy froth streaks a line down the pale skin.

"Shot," you announce, staggering over to the table and fumbling for a glass. "'M doing a shot. Want one?"

"Oh... I'm not sure," Shuichi stammers. "I don't really like..."

"Just tip your head back and breathe in," you advise, pouring vanilla vodka clumsily into two pink shotglasses. "You can't even taste it."

You both clink your glasses together and down the liquid; it burns going down but it's sweet, and even though Shuichi coughs a little and rubs his chest you can tell he doesn't hate it. He drains his eggnog mug and you can see a film slide over his eyes, a sort of dreamy distance. He's always been a lightweight because he drinks once in a blue moon and rarely eats enough to sustain himself. He giggles as he sets the glass down.

"C'mon, okay—" You grab at him, clumsy hands missing, sliding over his shirt (god, he'd shed his jacket and tie and unbuttoned two buttons at his throat and jesus he'd rolled up his sleeves, the pale jut of his elbows poking out) before managing to get a grip on his hand and pulling him back towards the parlour room. "Let's go... say hi to people! People wanna see you!"

"Th-they do?" Shuichi says, bewildered and a little hazy as you drag him through the door; the lights recede into soft, burnished gold and red fairylights on the walls and Christmas tree and the music envelopes you both.

"'Course!" you exclaim happily. "Eeeeveryone loves you, Sweetchi. 'Specially me."

He trips over his own feet. "Wh—wha—?!"

"Kaedeeee!" you trill, staggering into the blonde with a crash and a smile. Maki edges away, looking put out as Kaede cheers and throws her arms first around you, then Shuichi, kissing his cheek frantically as they pull back.

"You came! I'm so glad!" she grins. "Are you drunk, mister detective?"

"N-no!" Shuichi says defensively, swaying a little on his feet. "I'm not... tell her, Y/n."

"Mister detective's on his night off," you wink, and Shuichi groans and buries his face in his hands as Kaede giggles feverishly.

"Well, you two have fun! I'm not leaving 'till later, so you can come find me if you need me, okay?" Kaede smiles; she pats Shuichi on the head again before you're tugging him over to a new group of people.

You make the rounds of the room slowly. Halfway through he lets you pass him another eggnog and by the time you go back to the kitchen he's stumbling like a baby deer, clinging onto the back of your shirt with fumbling fingers. When you get to the table and stop he crashes into your back, sending you stumbling forwards with a laugh.

He rights himself frantically, trying to pull you upright. "S-sorry! Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean, sorry..."

He's bright and flushed with earnestness. He's adorable.

"'S okay, Sweetchi," you mumble, turning around to pat his face. He's tipsy and sleepy enough to simply sigh and melt into the touch, his eyes big and starry as they watch you. You feel so close, the music melting out of focus, all you can hear is your heartbeat and all you can feel and see and touch is Shuichi, Shuichi, Shuichi.

"I," he whispers, his lips tracing against the skin of your palm. "I was... really happy you invited me."

"'Course," you say emphatically. "'Course I did. You're... I love you, Shuichi. 'Course I invited you."

"You love me?" he breathes, eyes round as coins. He's flushed to the roots of his hair, so lovely it hurts.

"Love you," you affirm in a slur, in a flutter of lidded eyes, but it doesn't mean that you mean it any less. "Sh-Shuichi, I..."

"Get a fuckin' room, lovebirds!" A screech cuts through the quiet kitchen; Miu slumps in the doorway, Kiibo and Kokichi hovering behind her. She marches up to the table and swipes a bottle of wine. "I'm ffffuckin' takin' this, you virgin losers. Clearly you don't need any kinda aphrodisiac enhancer here, ah-hahaha!"

"I'll take that." Kiibo gently pries the bottle from Miu's hands, even as she groans and complains. "Ah, sorry about her. We're going to get her home and to bed, I think."

"Kiiiinky," Miu sings, cackling, then slumps sideways. Kokichi catches her easily with an arm under her own, hoists her to her feet, and cringes.

"You stink," he sighs. "I mean, this is a new level of gross. Did you bathe in pickles and oil, you silly cow?"

"C-cow!" Miu's crystalline eyes flood with tears. "H-how mean... do it again!"

"Sorry," Kiibo apologises again. "Thank you very much for having us, Y/n, it's been great. We'll see you after Christmas break."

"Get back safe," you tell him, affording him a quick hug. You peck Miu on the cheek and ruffle Kokichi's hair as he squirms and ducks.

"Pervert," he mutters with no real bite. As he and Kiibo haul Miu from the kitchen, he turns around with a glint in his eyes, smirks, and tells you, "Oh, by the way... definitely don't look up right now."

You frown, and then do exactly that.

Mistletoe bears down at you, twinkling, innocent, deadly. You gape, and Shuichi sputters, going violently red.

"I don't... I mean," he stammers. "We, I mean, we don't have t-to..."

You cock your head. Your heart thrums against your ribcage, pumping syrup through your body and head and you can see clearly but at the same time it's shrouded. A small part of you protests, thinks, don't fuck this up. He's too special. Don't don't dont...

"D'you want to?" asks your traitorous mouth, and the world stops spinning.

"W-want..." He looks torn, agonised, almost, but he's red and lovely and red so you don't pull away you just have to get closer, 'till you can smell the eggnog and vanilla vodka on his breath, and it feels like holding your whole friendship on a precipice of a cliff but you're done being selfless. You just want to take for once. "I... Y/n, I..."

"I want to," you mumble, and brush your thumb against his lip. The alcohol takes most of the feeling from your fingertips, but you can watch him go cross-eyed trying to follow your touch, watch the pink on his cheeks get redder.

"I—I do," Shuichi whispers, barely there, breath brushing against your finger. "When you said... you loved me, did you mean, or, I mean—"

"I love you," you murmur, so close that your lips touch his when you talk. His body melts into you, hands drifting up to close over your upper arms. "Is that okay?"

He nods frantically, eyes wide and earnest. "It's okay," he babbles, "I mean, it's more, it's good, because I—I think I love you too but I couldn't, I mean I couldn't say it but you're amazing, and you saved my life I think and I just, I love you so much and I didn't want to ruin it, but I just—"

You lean down; your lips capture his in a slow cling, soft and fleeting and it's the first thing since the first drop of alcohol touched your lips tonight that's felt real. You smell standard cologne and coconut body wash and ink, and his soft fingers clench over your arm for a fraction of a second until he relaxes, melting into you, sinking into the embrace. You pull back, kiss him again, and again, and then you tilt your head just a little so you can push deeper, tasting the remnants of his drink on his lower lip.

It lasts forever or maybe a second. When you pull back the clock has ticked to a minute past midnight, which means it is technically the next day and Shuichi is still in your arms trembling and breathing fast and smiling like a giddy boy, which means this is real and not a dream.

"I'm," Shuichi hiccups, and shuts his eyes with a bashful smile. "I really am glad you invited me."

You smile. "I'm glad I invited you too," you say, and the mistletoe stays up for a month or so after that because you can't quite bring yourself to take it down.

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[love-is-in-the-multiverse]

A broken sweetheart

The murder of Chihiro Fujisaki had many people on edge, The upcoming trial helped none with the Anxiety that Aiko was dealing with, she was in her room trying to calm down, her brother Mondo in the room with her "I don't get it, who would do that to Chihiro? They seemed like a great kid" She looked to her brother "Don't you think?"

@despairs-memorial

#rp #danganronpa #danganronpa angst #tw death

[mod-kyoko]

"Shatter Me" kirumi tojo angst fic

info: gn!reader, established relationship, tw: pstd, scars, mentions of execution, around 3,200 words

type: angst with hurt/comfort, oneshot, post-game AU

a/n: this is a completely indulgent kirumi angst I had cooking up, basically this is set after post-game where everything was a simulation and the damage done to the 'characters' is done to them irl title is a reference to this song which I personally think suits Kirumi well but who knows lmfao

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it was all like a horrible nightmare, a nightmare you weren’t even sure you could ever wake from. all the death, the pain and the misery would never be something you could shake from. every single trial, each passing moment your life was on the line… yet each time someone dies, you just wished you took their place. you survived, at what cost? only to be told that your talent and memories were nothing more than a fabrication to appease an audience? you never really found out if those interview videos were real or not…  you saw yourself, clear as day; “if I were in Danganronpa…I would love to be an Ultimate !3$5&*+...I would kill in a way no one has ever seen!”

did you really say that? was that even you, looking up at the camera with wide, child-like eyes declaring you’d… kill? In some ways, you wished you were the first to go out… so you didn’t have to witness the death of your own lover.

kirumi tojo… the “Ultimate Maid” or so they wanted them to all believe. you instantly connected with her; her calm, composed and almost motherly demeanour sucked you in like a moth to a flame. even from the beginning it seemed like she felt it too, she treated you differently than the others. she kept her ‘devoted’ maid self but she checked on you more often, she always asked if you needed anything unprompted, and poured you more tea when you were finished with a cup. you spent many moments alone with her, she enjoyed your company and laughed at your stupid jokes. the first time you kissed her; it was in the spur of the moment, you weren’t thinking. she was just so beautiful, up close to you and asking you in a soft whisper if you wanted sugar with your tea. yet when your lips connected to hers, she was shocked of course but she didn’t pull herself away from you.

what things you would do just to go back to those days, where the worries of murder and despair weren’t constantly plaguing your mind. nights upon nights you sat in your room, staring up at the ceiling asking yourself why kirumi went to the extremes that she did. It was sickeningly twisted what the motive that was created for her was, the prime minister of japan… it sounded silly now you thought of it outloud, if you knew about the truth behind it all you would definitely have thought that it was some poorly written story by a teenage girl. However, you couldn’t even fathom that thought as you were screaming and crying at kirumi that she was a traitor and betrayed your trust. you regretted those words deeply… as those were the last words you ever said to her before she was executed. you barely watched it and the little moments you did watch were enough to make you heave up. the last memory you thought of kirumi was her lifeless body on the floor, splattered and unrecognisable.

…

you looked up. your eyes just met with pure sterile white walls. after the events of the killing game, the simulation… waking up with wires around your body, you never loved the colour white so much. you were currently sat in the recovery centre, where the various victims and… culprits were recovering from their in-game injuries. it made your skin crawl to think that the simulated deaths acted as if they existed in real life too; it broke your heart to think how everyone else was handling it. However, your mind was entirely focused on one person and one person alone.

how long have you been standing here? staring at the door that led to kirumi’s recovery room? an hour? more than that? it’s not the idea that you didn’t want to see her, you were jumping off the walls in happiness to find out that your partner was alive but not unscathed. you were afraid - afraid of what was on the other side of that door, what condition kirumi would be in. would she be happy to see you?

you swallowed a thick lump in your throat, a shaky hand grasping the doorknob and you already felt the bead of sweat going down your forehead. you knew that you couldn’t just back away from this. bad outcome or not, you were going to see her, you just wanted to see her again.

with a gentle click the door opened and you peered in. there she was, dressed in a patient gown and sat in a wheelchair by the window, her eyes vacant yet staring at the courtyard of the facility. your heart skipped a beat as you held your breath, seeing her alive like this… you had to hold yourself to make sure that you weren’t dreaming and the nightmare would come back all over again.

“kirumi…” you called for her and your voice reverberated off the walls despite the fact you spoke in a whisper. her eyes widened, turning herself as fast as her condition would allow her to. you just wanted to run over to her, hug her tight and swing her around in utter joy. however, stepping closer you really started to see how serious her condition may be. minus the fact she was in a wheelchair it looked like her entire body was wrapped in bandages, at least, based on what you could see outside of the gown. her warm green eyes stared at you like if you were a ghost, hell… to her, you probably were as much as a ghost she is to you she didn’t say anything which worried you, you slowly sat down on a chair that was near the window as well. you looked out the window awkwardly, trying to think on what to even say. you looked back at her to find she was still looking at you.

“uhm… how are you feeling?” that was the only words you could even think of to say, there were a thousand questions running through your mind but you wouldn’t want to overwhelm her. she took a deep breath, it sounded uneven like if she had trouble getting air. finally, she spoke. “I feel pain all over. my head… it hurts.” hearing her voice was a relief even though it had a shake to it. “yeah… I can imagine it does hurt…” your mind flashes to her execution; from the small parts you saw through the cracks in your fingers, she fell head first. the thought made you cringed. “you… understand what’s going on, right?” you asked her. you were told that the others had been given information when they woke up… which was two days ago if you weren’t mistaken.

she gently nods her head in a twitchy sort of motion. come to think of it, her head seemed to wobble slightly even when sitting still. jesus. “all of… that… was fake? a simulation..? our… memories were toyed with…” you saw her bandage-wrapped hands clench which caused you to grit your teeth. you hated this so much.

“y…yeah… we were… fictional characters created for some.. dumb show or… whatever…” you didn’t tell her that there was the possibility that you all signed up for it. you weren’t sure what was true or not. “we are real now, of course… I’m… here.” you reached a hand to gently place it over hers, she flinched and you looked at her with apologetic eyes. “my purpose… was… just an illusion then…” she muttered with her brows wrinkling. “I… I thought I did what was right… for… my people. those people didn’t even exist…”

you grimaced. she meant her ‘fake’ past, right? the people of Japan was what made her murder another, her selfless devotion. “am I a monster?” those very words made your eyes widened and you shook your head vigorously. “no… no, of course not...  if I was in your shoes I would’ve done the same thing.” you said rather seriously and she looked at you, searching for a lie of some kind. she sighed softly. “you do not seem the type to do such a thing at all… you don’t have to try and make me feel better about myself. I see the person I am now.” “but you’re not a monster, kirumi… and I’m not just saying it to make you feel better. you’re not the only one to have motives to kill… the ones after were… much worse than yours…”

you saw the way her eyes darted around in shock, realising that the killings had continued after her death. she looked away and covered her mouth with her hand. she looked like she was going to be sick. “however, I had… betrayed you..”

hearing your own words echo from her lips made a deep guilt sink into your stomach. to think that was the last thing you ever said to her before she met her demise… because you were so damn angry, angry at her and… angry at yourself, angry at the sick twisted minds that constructed  the killing game. 

“I’m sorry.” was all you could say. kirumi looked at you completely shocked. why were you apologising…? she was the one that had killed, betrayed you and threw away everything you created together. despite her feelings, she relaxed into her wheelchair and breathed out, like if she had been holding her breath for some time. “I… I am sorry too…” 

god you wanted to cry right then and there as she said that. she was not innocent at all but something within you just wanted to hold her in your arms and never let go, you never want to lose her ever again. “are you… considering to go through the treatment…?” you asked, hoping to change the topic a bit even if it was still morbid. she nods her head gently. “yes… they said I should partake in small exercises like catching a ball… and… relearning how to walk.” 

you bit your bottom lip at that news. it could be much worse… at least it sounded like she had a chance to get a normal life at some point. “but… until then I will need assistance in basic needs…” she said with disappointment in her voice. it made you ache… simulation or not you know she feels useless right now. “I’ll be there to help you.” you were quite blunt in your words - but you meant it. you would be there for kirumi every step of the way, everything she needed you will provide. she looked at you shocked as she thought you hated her for the acts she did… she nods her head, however. “...thank you, dear.”

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it had been a full month ever since you reunited with kirumi again, you supported her and helped her through the process of readjusting to this life, like you were. you were there for her exercises and treatment, watching her try to walk again was a heartbreaking but determination increasing experience. she wouldn’t be able to take full steps without assistance for awhile, however for right now she could at least stand from her chair and move to another quickly. it was only just at the start of this month that kirumi was out of the recovery centre and now sharing a ground-floor apartment with you. it certainly made things feel more ‘normal’ and no doubt a lot more comfortable for kirumi as she didn’t need to stare at blinding white walls anymore. you admittedly did everything for your girlfriend as it just became second nature to you at this point; you could see how desperately she wanted to clean or even wipe down a surface to feel like she was doing something. she knows that she was never supposed to be the ‘Ultimate Maid’ yet the yearning to do something, anything was still there. 

as for right now, you were cleaning the bathroom and kirumi sat at the dining table with a book. reading was now one of her popular pastimes, she greatly appreciated that you bought her so many books to read… books that she enjoyed quite a lot. hearing you scrub the tiles in the bathroom made for some interesting background noise, although she found your presence anywhere in the apartment to be relaxing. she would’ve indulged it some more if she didn’t just gain the most head-splitting headache possible that nearly made her drop her book as she gripped her head. no matter what, it didn’t seem like these headaches were ever going to go away. she sighed softly, putting her book on the table as she wheels over to the kitchen counter and opens the medicine cabinet which she could reach for obvious reasons. she grabbed her painkillers and quickly downed them with a swig of water. she closed the cabinet and was about to go back to her book until her eyes spied the set of kitchen knives.

her jaw clenched, looking down at the floor. she just wanted to be like… like herself again, like in the killing game. she was useful in it. everyone needed her, wanted her. she could service everyone and be the perfect girl she wanted to be. she leaned up slightly and grabbed the biggest kitchen knife, wheeling to the fridge and grabbing out a tomato. she just wanted to prove herself… that she could do something. she went back to the dining table, swallowing a lump in her throat as she stared at the red fruit, knife in hand as she positioned it just like how she remembers.

slowly, she attempted to cut slices of tomato as if she was preparing a salad of some kind. the cuts were irregular in size and certainly not perfect at all. kirumi clenched her jaw, trying to focus harder, she had to.try harder. no matter how hard she gripped the knife her hand would shake, becoming increasingly the more frustrating that she couldn’t cut a fucking perfect slice-

she flinched as the knife’s blade grazed her finger, nicking it and making it bleed. she dropped the knife quickly, looking down at her finger as the blood oozed out. she sucked in a loud gasp which you heard clearly. “kirumi? you okay?-” you walked into the dining room and your jaw went slack. “kirumi!” you rushed to her side, looking down at the little injury on her hand then at face. she looked absolutely shellshocked. “what were you doing…?” you asked, eyes darting around at the scene. “I… I just wanted to… show I’m useful…” her voice was no more than a whisper as she brought her finger to her mouth to suck on the cut with her brows furrowed. you frowned, putting your hand on her back and rubbing it slowly. “you don’t have to prove anything, rumi… you’re still recovering and adjusting… please don’t force yourself to do things like this, it needs to be taken slowly…” you massaged the back of her neck with your thumb, feeling her relaxed in your touch she wobbled her head in a nod. It seems she understood you. you hated treating her like she was a vulnerable child… but at this stage that was what she was at the moment. 

“I’ve finished cleaning the bathroom… would you like a shower?” you gently asked her. she didn’t like taking showers or even baths, something about the water made her want to shake all over. she especially disliked getting water on her hands although she couldn’t really tell you why just yet.

she stiffens for a moment, thinking about it for far longer than she needed to. however, she nodded her head and moved herself into the bathroom as you watched with a worried face. you were seriously getting concerned for her… it was like every day was complete pain for her, although that wasn’t far from the truth at all… what you would do just to feel her pain instead.

following kirumi into the bathroom, you closed the door and flashed a friendly smile at your girlfriend. “arms up, please!” she lifted her arms at your request, they were twitching a little but it was fine. you carefully but briskly took off her top, following up with her skirt and then undergarments. “can you get into the seat yourself?” you asked her, gesturing to the little bench inside the shower. she pondered for a few moments but ultimately nodded her head and began to lift herself out of her chair. you looked at her in awe, seeing her gain her strength each day always warmed your heart. you clapped your hands and smiled. “amazing! you’re doing so well, dear... I think you’ll be able to take steps soon!” you giggled softly to keep the air light, rolling up your sleeves as you grab the showerhead and turning it on. “Hmm… you think so? thank you, dear…” kirumi smiled softly. even when she felt useless, or feeling low, you always knew how to make her feel supported. she promised to herself that she would be able to walk properly one day for you, so you could walk along the beach together or even be able to walk into your arms like you used to. you hummed gently as you brought the shower head directly over her, the warm water falling over her severely scarred body. her entire body flinched and she felt like she was getting attacked at the moment. when your fingers combed through her sandy-sage locks to run the water through properly she started to relax into your touch. she was so glad that you were here for her, that you were looking after her and giving everything she needed, even if it embarrassed her or made her feel… incomplete. despite everything she’s done, the pain and misery she felt in her heart knowing that what she worked for wasn’t real - she could forget all of that when you were here for her.

you put the shower to the side and squirted kirumi’s favourite shampoo onto your hands. it was lavender scented and it often helped her fall asleep with the smell of her own hair. you massaged it into her scalp and you could see the moment her entire body relaxed and that she was completely at your mercy. it made you smile so much to see her content and not worrying about everything… you pushed her bang out of the way of her eye and slicked her hair back. her eyes opened to look at yours and the slightest tint of red went over her face. you giggled softly at this, leaning down to press a soft kiss against her forehead. “beautiful…” you whispered to her which caused her to blush more. she? beautiful? how can you say that to her face, when you were right there being perfect? “I love you.” she said it so suddenly that it caught herself off guard however she didn’t back down and stared confidently at you. you smiled, heart melting at such a cute confession. tilting your head to the side, you uttered back. “I love you too…”

perhaps, things will be better.

⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡⟡♡

-Mod Kirumi

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[beemine001]

“Do I know you?” “No” “Should I?” “Yes.”

a/n: purely self-indulgent, i love writing and reading angst, especially for my favorite characters TwT

Pairing: Shuichi Saihara x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

[ cw: amnesia, angst, pet names, reader and Shuichi were in a relationship ]

[ two endings! ]

Your fingers brushed against Shuichi's cheek gently. You were seated on a chair next to your boyfriend's hospital bed. One hand caressed his face while the other held his unmoving hand. He had undergone a neurological procedure a few days prior, helping fix a critical head injury. There were quite a few risks, but it seemed as though he was doing okay. You wiped some tears that welled up in your eyes and smiled softly. It was all okay now. He was okay, you were okay, it was fine. As you continued holding his hand, you felt a slight twitch in his fingers. Your eyes widened as he started to come to. He opened his eyes slowly, and you squeezed his hand. You gave him time to sit up and readjust to the scenery. You could hear the beeping of machinery around you, but you ignored it all and focused on him, smiling up at him. 

"How are you doing, sweetie?" you asked, worried he would be hurting or achy. He didn't say anything right away and just gazed around the room with a confused and dazed expression. After maybe 10 minutes passed, you squeezed his hand once more to get him to focus on you again. He turned his head back to you, his eyes still full of confusion. 

"U-uhm, excuse me, but.. do I know you?" His words sent chills down your spine, and you laughed nervously.

"What are you talking about, babe? Of course, you know me!" you tilted your head a bit, looking at his face. You studied it for a moment before letting go of his hand. You felt as if you couldn't breathe. You knew this was a risk, but you didn't want to believe it could happen. 

"You're not serious, are you..?" 

Shuichi scrunched up his eyebrows. 

"No, I am. Do I know you?" he repeated. You felt your heart shatter. 

"Severe memory loss could occur, and there's little to no possibility he could regain it." 

You heard the doctor's words echo in your mind as you turned away for a moment, regaining your composure even though you wanted to break down. 

"Do you remember anything? Anything at all?" you hoped he could recall maybe the slightest memory of you, and you could build off that again. Shuichi looked like he was deep in thought for a few moments but shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember you. Who are you?" he asked curiously.

"I'm y/n l/n.. your partner.." you choked out, still holding onto the slightest chance that those words would ring a bell in his head. He shook his head. 

"No, I'm sorry," he felt that he should remember this person, but he just couldn't. You nodded solemnly. 

"I understand. I'll be right back," you stood up and left the room, getting a doctor. You talked to the doctor outside the room for a few minutes, and while your voice was muffled through the thin walls, Shuichi could tell you were emotional. He sighed, knowing he made a mistake of some sort. You come back into the room with the doctor. You sit down in your chair once more and listen to the doctor. 

"We'll need to run some tests still, but it seems as if you might have suffered some sort of amnesia, young man." he turned to you. "I'm very sorry, both of you." You stayed silent, deep in thought. You stayed in that room for a few more hours while Shuichi was moved to do some tests. When he returned, the doctor handed some paperwork to you. 

"These are just his release forms, just sign them, and you guys can go," he said. You signed them, and Shuichi started to leave the room. Before you could walk out, though, the doctor put his hand on your shoulder and looked into your eyes. 

"It'll be okay, be patient, and don't lose faith." You smiled at him and thanked him, following Shuichi. The two of you go to your car, and you take the driver's seat, letting him in the passenger seat. You sighed and rested your head on the steering wheel for a moment. Then you looked at him and couldn't help but let a few tears slip down your cheeks. 

"Listen, it's up to you to believe me or not, but you do know me. We've been dating for the past two years and are engaged.." you explained, speaking slowly so you don't crack, and held up your left hand, showing him the ring he had given to you with such excitement. 

Ending 1, he trusts you and slowly falls in love with you once more.

Shuichi looked thoughtful. 

"I can't say I remember you, nor that I love you," you nodded, more tears coming to your eyes. "But, I do believe you, and I'm sorry that you're going through this," he paused. "I want to give this a try. For your sake." he smiled softly. You felt a wave of relief and joy flowing over you. You knew you would have to take things slow, like how things first started, but you were also willing to give this another chance. You loved him very much, and even though he couldn't reciprocate those feelings right now, your feelings didn't change. You gently held his hand, looking for consent before squeezing it. 

"Thank you, Shuichi." you smiled before letting go and putting your hands back on the wheel, starting to drive off back to your shared house. 

[ about 4 months later ] 

A few months later, things were much better. You two went on dates frequently and explained a lot about your previous relationship to him. You also re-explained everything about you, your favorites, your dislikes, your family, and the reason you don't like baloney (which sent both of you into a laughing fit). It seemed as if things were mostly back to normal. And even though he couldn't ever remember the memories you guys shared, you would cherish them forever. You knew he might not have remembered you, but you knew he regained his feelings for you overtime. You sighed happily. 

"What are you thinking about?" Shuichi said from beside you on your shared bed.

"Nothing," you smiled and kissed his cheek.

Ending 2, he doesn't trust you like he used to, and you split apart; he moves on while you hold onto him.

Shuichi sighed. 

"I'm sorry, I really am, and I'm not saying you're a liar, but I just can't suddenly be engaged to someone I don't know... anymore," he frowned. 

"I'm sure you're a wonderful person, y/n, but I can't do that." You felt yourself start to become desperate. 

"No, no, I'm not saying we have to be engaged still, but what if we could just restart? From the beginning?" you begged. Shuichi shook his head. 

"I'm sorry, y/n." 

You turned away from him, silently looking out the front window, and waterfalls started in your eyes, streaming down your face. You nodded slowly. 

"Okay," you choked. "Where would you like me to drop you off? I can bring all your stuff to wherever you're going." Shuichi nodded and told you the address to his parent's house, still able to remember stuff from his childhood. You nodded once more and drove him to his house in silence. 

"Here we are. I'll pack your things and bring them to you as soon as possible." You forced a smile as you let Shuichi out of the car and watched him as he walked up the steps to his house and disappeared inside. 

[ about 4 months later ]

Everything was different now. You had sold the house after packing and giving Shuichi all his belongings, now living in a one-bedroom apartment. You were sitting on your couch, head in your hands. It had been months, yet you were still holding onto him. You knew he had probably moved on by now and forgotten about you, but part of you had never let him go. Now you were looking at your photos, hundreds and hundreds of them, all of you and Shuichi's life together. Your thumb hovered over the Delete All button. You sighed. You knew the only way to feel better was to move on yourself, and with little hesitation, you pressed the button, watching as photos disappeared one by one. 

Everything was different now. And maybe that was for the better. 

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[ayoharuko]

Hello! When you get back from your Hiatus, may I request Mukuro Ikusaba comforting her S/O after a nightmare?

A/N: Also this was finished a few days ago and I did an oopsie by reading ur request wrong T-T, I accidentally read it as Mukuro being comforted by reader and not the other way around, I'm so sorry T-T I know that its not an excuse but I'm really really sorry...I hope you still like it tho.....

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Hellooo anon-chan! I'm finally back from my long hiatus~

Sorry for taking long to answer your request, I appreciate you waiting :)

I hope you enjoy and love this! Reader here is gender neutral(They/Them)

This will be a min oneshot~

REMINDER: This character does not belong to me, but belongs to Kazutaka Kodaka. This is just fictional work so please try not and take this too seriously :)

T/W: Mentions of dark thoughts and abu*se, so if your sensitive to this feel free to skip this post :)

''Just hold me and don't let go...''

It was dark....like she was being sucked down a void.....

It was scary

She remembered her dream vividly. The screams of people from the war, her sister laughing insanely at her, and her classmates deaths.

It was all so....hauntingly scary

Mukuro felt like her throat was tightening, like someone was choking her.

She tried to scream but Mukuro felt that she couldn't move nor talk, like she was fully frozen in place, and then...a bright light came and she heard your voice...

Your oh so wonderful voice....

Your voice was light and gentle as an angel, well you were her angel. An angel protecting her from the bad nightmares and thoughts....

As soon as Mukuro opened her eyes she immediately hugged you so tight that you felt like she was almost crushing your bones.

''M-Mukuro...wait...your..c-crushing my bones...'' You manage to wheeze out.

Mukuro mumbled an apology and pulled away looking off to the side, your eyes were filled with worry. You knew that Mukuro would often have nightmares....but you hadn't expect that it'd be this bad.....

''Do....you wanna talk about it? I mean....its okay if you don't want to of course...'' You ask the dark-haired girl.

Mukuro just nodded and looked at your eyes, ''Can...can we cuddle while I'm...telling you about it?'' She asked you with a tiny blush present.

''Of course my love'' You say to her with a smile, you and Mukuro both lay down and she buried her head onto your chest.

''My nightmare was about....the screams from the war....my sister who abused me and didn't show me love or care and....the d-deaths of my c-classmates....'' Mukuro mumbled out.

While in the middle of venting out to you, you felt Mukuro shaking and your chest becoming wetter...

''Oh baby...shh please stop crying...'' You coo at her, pulling her face from your chest and wiping her tears from falling.

''Listen love, it's all in the past. I know its hard to move on but I worry for you....I worry that you'll get too...caught up in the past.'' You tell Mukuro with a sadden expression.

''I know...I know but...its...just so hard..'' Mukuro cried out letting more tears fall....

''Shh baby...my love, I'll always be with you...I'll protect you from all those bad nightmares every night....just please don't cry'' You tell her kissing her forehead.

Mukuro just nodded and kissed your neck, you soon heard light sores and breathing. Ah Mukuro has fallen asleep.

You let out a soft chuckle and kiss your forehead once more before mumbling out an ''I love you'' and joining her to dreamland as well~

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Done!~

Sorry it took quite long to finish I was pretty busy lately :)

I hope this meets up your expectations and you like it! :D

Thanks for requesting~!

Reblogs and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

(Note: Please don't copy and paste my works anywhere, and if you do see them on other platforms please inform me.)

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[random-idiot-writer]

Nagito x Reader

Disclaimer: This is probably an innacurate description of his disease, but for the sake of angst, here I am.

Wilting Snowdrop

You sit by nagito's bedside, your palm placed on top of his frail hand as he lays in the hospital bed, unconscious. His breathing was uneven, and you could feel death seeping into every breath he took. If not for the , one would mistake him as peacefully sleeping.

You were engrossed in the many memories you had shared with him. The sight of his delicate body stretched out on the bed is so pale and thin compared to the Nagito you had met on Jabberwock Island. When the two of you got out of the NEO world program, the precious time you spent with him seemed seemed so brief, before you found out about the horrible truth he had kept from everyone in your class.

His condition.

Nagito, the Ultimate Lucky Student, has Frontotemporal Dementia and Lymphoma, with only his crazy luck keeping him alive every moment he was with you. Yet, he has somehow managed to keep all of this hidden from the other students, including you. You, the one you thought he trusted most. You, the one who he loved so dearly. You, the only person who comvinced him that he was worthy to date.

There was always something wrong with his behavior and the raspy voice, yet nobody realized they were all symptoms pointing to these diseases he had, until he collapsed that day. You remember being so panicked as he had his seizure, and so horrified over the display before you. You were still in shock, since that terrifying event took place.

After the amount of time you spent by his side, you were sure he only kept this truth from you due to the fact that he did not want the ultimates he worshipped so much to spend their precious time worrying over his well-being.

You drew in an unsteady breath.

You could never manage to help convince him that he was not a worthless individual. And now that he's stuck in a state of coma, you will never, ever, be able to convince him that he wasn't trash. You would never be able to see his beautiful smile again. You would never be able to hear him call you "My Hope" again.

You sat there in this quiet room, the only noise was his wheezing, as his body rose and fell in a disoriented pattern. The once beautiful and talkative Nagito that flourished and bloomed full of life was no more, laying down on the colorless hospital bed, his messy and soft hair spread over the cushion his head rested on. His pale, emerald eyes were now forever latched shut. The beautiful, fragile flower he once was, had withering away, just as quickly, clinging to the last ounce of life he had.

Wallowing in your regrets, you had not noticed the stream of tears rolling down your cheeks. You futilely rubbed your eyes, yet the tears continued to spill down your cheeks, before you slowly descended into a sob. The feeling of tears felt so nice against your skin as you ket your emotions out. You cried over your lucky boyfriend, who was on the verge of death. You cried over the fleeting time you spent dating with him, wishing there was more. You cried over the guilt that you had not noticed his disease any sooner.

You cried and cried, even for the most insignificant things. You wailed, with your head hanging over Nagito's bed, your tears dampening the white sheets laying over him. You let the emotions you didnt know you were hidding, spill out, crying your heart out. You didnt want him to die, you didnt want to lose him, and yet despite all that, he slipped through your grasp before you even knew it.

The man you loved rested on the hospital bed, wilting away.

Symbolism in the title: the wilting symbolized his death, as his once beautiful self wilted away as life went on. Snowdrops were flowers that symbolizes hope, as nagito aspires to be. It also symbolizes bad luck and death in Victorian homes, just as Nagito, although the ultimate lucky student, has also hada fair share of unlucky coincidences. Death being the disease that his unluckiness has brought.

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[yukinarinn]

I’ll comfort you!

Nagito Komaeda x Depressed!Fem!Reader

So, hey! I know this is short but I really wanted to write something and yeah! but don’t worry, I’m planning to write some smut with nagito soon, after all, I want to write something for my birthday that was a few days ago, right?? also, please, feel free to request anything! read the rules and the masterlist first tho!

cw: angst, suicide mention, self-harm, depression, paranoia, bullying, mentally unstable reader, nagito comforts the reader with kisses and also with words, touching, (slight) nsfw

You were leaning against the wall, sobbing hoping your boyfriend won’t hear you. But you wanted Nagito to hear all this crying a lot! seeing you like this probably will hurt him but it’ll hurt you more if he’s not by your side in this hard time.

You had always a knife with you, and you think it’s the perfect moment to actually use it. You grabbed it and put it close to your chest, but unfortunately for you Nagito opened the door.

“Hey love I’m gonna- huh?” Nagito whined at the scene in front of him.

You start crying even more, looking at him desperately for him to stop you or do anything. Your body was shaking, and your lips tried to speak. “I.. I’m so.. sorry.. N-Nagito..” it’s the only thing you could say.

“that’s so hopeless…” He said, but thought it’s not the moment for his shitty talk and quickly came closer to you, lifting your chin up. Your face was a mess, tears dropping desperately from your face.

“What happened, y/n? why this is happening?” He asked concerned, not wanting to see you like this, but since you’re his girlfriend, he cares a lot about you.

“T-they bully me.. constantly” you looked down, not wanting to burst into crying anymore.

“Your classmates?”

You nodded. “i-it’s not only that.. paranoia is stressing me out, everyday I think something terrible will happen to me, and I can’t just take it anymore, I could just kill myself al-“ you were intrrerupted by him kissing you.

“Everything will be fine, my hope. You need to shine, and also tell me everything that is bothering you”

You blushed slightly, his help was necessary after all for you to calm down, at least a little.

“As long as I’m here, nothing and no one will do anything to you. I’m usually useless but.. I can assure you’ll be safe, my love” He said gently touching your right cheek, you wanted to tell him that you love him for so long. But you were confused, and prefered not to. This is the first time he is this close to you, hugging you tightly with his hands around your waist.

Nagito wiped your tears away, looking at you still concerned and having a sad expression on his face. You didn’t want to see him like this. So you were willing to let him do anything to you at this moment.

“Don’t cry anymore, princess. Now that I know this was happening with you the whole time, I’ll protect you, your hope needs to shine, and you as my girlfriend, need to be happy”

You smiled at him finally saying the words that you always wanted to say. “I-I love you, Nagito”

He was caught off-guard, but after seconds, he got it and his smile widened. Suddenly leaving sweet kisses on your neck.

“Nggh! Ah~” you moaned. It was your sensitive spot and he knew it damn well. He noticed that you’re getting pleasure from that, and he smirked.

“I love you too, my hope” He stopped, looking at you and your body shaking in his arms.

Having those sensations with him, you knew he was the one for you.

#danganronpa #dr nagito #nagito komaeda #goodbye despair #nagito x y/n #sdr2 nagito #danganronpa smut #oneshot #fanfic #sdr2 goodbye despair #fem reader #danganronpa angst #nagito komaeda x reader

[coff33notforme]

Lakes, talks, and tears

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Nagito being an ass

Nagito x gn reader

“I’m tired of this Komaeda”

You breathed out a voice shaking with each word as you hugged yourself a small whimper escaped your lips pathetically.

“You're the one who insisted on coming here with me nobody forced you, least of all me” his voice laced with bitterness, it almost seemed to hold a certain blankness to it.

Not wasting another breath on you, he continued the path that outstretched around the lake. Your head snapped up as you ran up beside him desperately trying to get him to look, even glance at you, anything if he could just treat you with the kindness of sparing you a second glance.

“Why can’t you even look at me!” you shouted but anger was completely devoid of your tone just an unhinged desperateness lacing your voice. Your eyebrows knitted together as you attempted to talk to him.

He gave you a blank stare meeting your glassy eyes, he could practically see the pleading look in your pupils. 

His cold expression nearly cut through you, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth and the clawing feeling of being torn apart from the inside.

“What did I do to you! Why do you hate me so much? I just want to be enough for you yet you always seem so distant around me.”

You could no longer look him in the eyes you caved in, your trembling eyes meeting the cold pavement once again, as you spoke your voice slowly vanished into a hushed whisper as you tried to grasp the emotions inside you.

There were too many to handle at once. A stabbing anxiety in your stomach, a choked sob that rested in the back of your throat as a tight knot overcomes your ability to speak.

Almost as if his stern glare was enough to suffocate you, alone. Again he stared you down harshly with the same unimpressed expression held around you.

“I don’t have time to waste on reserve course students like you, I didn’t ask you to follow me around you know.” he practically spat, again brushing you off as he continued walking. As he walked away you could hear him speak out to you

“Why do you even try?” 

You took a big breath before calling out to him “

Because I’m in love with you!” suddenly he stopped and you froze in place, legs shaking as your stomach tossed and turned, crawling with the feeling of sickness. Nagito turned to you from where he was.

“I wouldn’t go out with someone like you” he said slowly before turning once again. Leaving you helplessly standing by yourself as the world spun around you your vision stayed focused on the ground beneath you.

Your lip trembled but no other part of your body would move, it felt like hours until you finally moved.

Releasing a sob from your throat, you stood there wanting nothing more than for the ground to swallow you up whole. 

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[petra-dot-png]

I am Hajime Hinata

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[snowcapmt]

More Komahina because I LOVE these two WAHHH I may or may not be writing a very special AU for these bastards :) stay tuned

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[izurusstuff]

hello my loves, i am once again suffering from nagito brainrot and the angst syndrome so i’ve decided to right something devious. this contains MAJOR spoilers for danganronpa 2, so read with caution!! this also has super graphic themes that will be stated in the content warning, so please click away if you have a weak stomach!!

summary: gn!reader finds nagito in the warehouse and stops him from going through with his death plan… but at what cost?

cw: reader gets impaled, cuts, reader’s hand gets stabbed, mentions of suicide, fire, fan-made execution for nagito, descriptions of falling to one’s death, basically just a really gory one-shot in general

What I’d Do For You…

It all started when you decided to idiotically fall in love with the psycho of your class. You knew since Byakuya’s trail that Nagito was insane. Why did you have to fall for him?! It was a dumb decision made by an even dumber person. All you wanted was to punch him, but you knew that you couldn’t. With some twisted part of you, you knew that you loved him and he loved you; especially since two were basically inseparable after you got fatally ill with the Despair Disease; Nagito couldn’t risk losing you, nor could you risk losing him. So when he asked you to be his partner, you gladly accepted. But that was a few days ago.

Now you were running around frantically looking for your boyfriend. You were still shaken up by Gundham and Nekomaru’s deaths, especially since you’ve grown close to them. All you wanted in that moment was for your boyfriend to hold you, yet you couldn’t even find him anywhere.

That was, until you found the abandoned warehouse.

You saw some weird spear hanging from the ceiling, so your curiosity got the best of you and you went over to investigate. Much to your horror, you found Nagito laying down with his mouth duct taped and cuts on his thighs. But as any significant other would do, you shoved him out of the way only for a knife to go through your left hand and pin you to the ground. Of course you screamed in agony. Your boyfriend frantically tried to untie the spear as you did. Unfortunately, his injured legs couldn’t carry him fast enough, so the spear fell right through your stomach, killing you instantly as the familiar chilling and petrifying look appeared across your lifeless face.

As for Nagito, he ripped off the duct tape and wailed out as loud as humanly possible, which caused the rest of your classmates to come in and trigger the domino effect that started the fire. Nagito didn’t want to leave you there, but he had no choice. He had to sneak out the back door and express his grief later…

The trial for him was unbelievably agonizing. Everyone kept staring at him, stating how they were sorry for his loss. But he couldn’t accept it. It wasn’t his loss, it was his fault. He was the reason his beloved lay cold on a concrete floor in a storage room. He couldn’t forgive himself for it. Nothing seemed to be worth it anymore.

“Nagito… we need your help to find Y/N’s killer. Please… I know it’s hard, but can you do this for them?”

Hajime’s words stung into Nagito’s soul for some reason. Why did that hurt so much? Why did he feel the same stabbing pain in his stomach that you felt?

“Maybe it was a suicide…”

Chiaki spoke up after Hajime. The tone in her voice irked Nagito… she sounded so apathetic. That statement rang in his ears over and over again until he clenched his podium and did his signature laugh, much to everyone’s surprise and dismay- his s/o was just brutally killed and he was laughing?! This… definitely wasn’t a good sign.

“My precious Y/N lost their life to try to bestow hope upon me! Aren’t they wonderful?! They… they wanted to spread hope, yet all I can feel is despair… maybe I was the one who killed them. It was supposed to be me… my luck ruined it. My luck ruined their life! So maybe… maybe you should vote me.”

Everyone’s jaw immediately hit the floor. Nagito killed his s/o for the sake of hope?! No. That couldn’t be right…

“Monokuma. We’re ready to start the votes.”

The bear did his typical laugh and set up the voting machine where everyone voted Nagito with a reluctant hand.

“That’s right! Nagito Komaeda killed F/N L/N! Oh, the despair of killing your lover!”

“Nagito… WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“I didn’t kill them directly…”

Nagito weakly smiled, finally showing his true emotions as the tears ran down his cheeks. He looked back at the podium that had his beloved’s picture on it marked with a gigantic pink X.

“They… saved my life. It was supposed to be me. My plan was to take out Chiaki, no matter how many of you died.”

“What the hell?! Why would you do that-?!”

“This is boring! Let’s get on with the true fun! Let’s give it everything we’ve got, it’s punishment time!”

Nagito weakly sighed as the Monokuma choker latched around his neck, dragging him to a room with a circus setting. The white haired boy was forced to walk across a tightrope as if he was a flying trapeze artist. The bear was in the background attempting to cut all the ropes that supported the tightrope, but nothing was working. Frustrated, Monokuma walked away after setting the platform on fire. Obviously, the bear was able to escape, but Nagito fell off the rope with the burning sensation finally reaching his legs. He attempted to grab anything to help him from falling to his death, but all of the ropes were on fire. He figured that a burnt hand would be worse than death, so he grabbed onto one of them only for it to fall down, ultimately falling forty feet (twelve meters) to his death… what a tragedy.

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sorry if this was all over the place! i’m kinda half asleep but i wanted to at least attempt to write the idea in my mind. also, the credits for the execution idea go to kokomaedapuff on wattpad!

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito komeada x reader #danganronpa nagito #nagito komaeda angst #danganronpa angst

[righteousness-and-tea]

Hi! It's 🏩 Anon again 😇

I was wondering if I could request some angst(?) with the Yuri S/O request. Same characters.

Basically, [character] sees one of S/Os Club members run out of S/Os clubroom about to '🤢' and they go investigate, that's when they see S/O dead Yuri style™ before that they didn't see S/O for the weekend (because Yuri was in that class room with MC for the entire Weekend). back to what I was typing in the beginning, they find S/O dead like how Yuri was (rotting corpse and all) and there like having there angst moment then the club leader comes in the clubroom and is like "Oh dear you weren't supposed to see that 👹☝️" and basically they restart time back to before the weekend started with there epic Monika powers but [character] still remembers and then they have to prevent S/O from dying again, the rest is up to you 😌

Also I hope your weekend was good! 🐰

Hello again, 🏩 anon! This one was a bit complex, which is no big deal! I ended up making this a longer fanfic type story, so I chose one of the characters to work with-- Chihiro sparked some inspiration in me and I had a difficult time imagining the other characters in this scenario. I'm sorry if it isn't exactly what you were after, but hopefully you like it! It might start bleak, but I tried to give it a happy ending.

-Mod Celeste

You Weren't Supposed to See That: Chihiro x reader (DDLC Crossover):

Disclaimer: Death, blood su*c*de, and angst below!

Fujisaki was on their way to see you in class when a girl ran right past them, panicked. It was as if she'd seen a ghost, really. It was a bit startling, but Chihiro just wanted to see you. After all, you hadn't messaged them all weekend and they began to worry.

"I'm sure they're all right," Chihiro thought. "Just a bit busy, is all." But as they opened the door to your club room, everything changed.

Chihiro froze where they stood. Your body was slumped against a desk, with fatal wounds in your chest and torso. A knife sat in a pool of dried blood close to your ghostly hand-- cold and unmoving. This wasn't recent, either, from the looks of it.

Your dear friend had no choice but to scream in anguish, the sight was too much to bear. How did this happen? Why??? They fell to their knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

Footsteps were approaching, but it didn't matter to Chihiro. They were out of reach, deep in grief. It took them many moments to realize someone else had entered the room.

"Oh dear," said a sweet voice. "You weren't supposed to see this, were you? It's fine, no big deal!" It was a girl your age, with green eyes and a cute ponytail. She didn't seem all that concerned at the sight.

"W-what? How could you? This is... it's just..." Poor Fujisaki couldn't even continue.

"Oh, I know! But seriously, it's fine. Let's just reset this, shall we?" Before they could react, everything stopped. And then, restarted... it was an odd sensation.

Chihiro came to, only to be completely shocked by the events. Your body was no longer there, nor was the cruel girl. Their phone said it was Friday... three days prior. Not only that, but--

You had opened the door. Chihiro was still crying, and seeing you did not help. "Y/n? Y/n???" They ran up to you, making sure it wasn't a dream. "You're alive?? But how?"

None of this made sense. But you didn't really know what to say. "Well, of course I'm alive! What's the matter?"

"I was just here, a few seconds ago, and you... you were dead!! It was so horrible, but now I'm here and--"

"I'm right here, Chihiro. Please, don't worry! It sounds like you just had a bad dream. I have my club now, but I'll see you afterwards, okay?" Your words rang hollow, like an echo of your true self. Dismissing Chihiro like this was simply unlike yourself.

Chihiro knew you wouldn't be okay, based off the events they saw moments earlier. If this really was Friday, then it's safe to assume you died on this day-- soon. The corpse looked as if it had been there for a few days, solidifying this. Not only that, but you were acting strangely...

They didn't have much time to plan. Because of the knife right next to you, it seemed the wounds were self-inflicted... but what would cause that out of nowhere in a club meeting? Who could provoke that???

So, Chihiro waited outside the room. A few of the other girls left, and they figured it would only be you and one other in the room now. They peeked through the small window on the door, watching for anything abnormal. It seemed you were having a discussion with a guy from club, and it looked rather serious. He said something Chihiro couldn't make out, and then--

"WAIT!" They screamed, slamming the door open. The sight of a knife glinting in your hand sent Chihiro into hysterics, and they bolted to you, prepared for anything. The boy in the room did nothing, shocked into silence. They grabbed your hand to prevent any harm.

"Y/n... please. Don't do this..." Chihiro pleaded helplessly, with no other choice in sight.

"What?" Your head was foggy, unaware of the sudden event. You looked down, saw Chihiro clinging to you and the kinfe, and gasped. "Ah, Chihiro! What's happening, why am I...?" You stopped. Something felt oddly familiar about this. Not that it was normal, by any means. But a faint memory of a choice you were forced to make.

"I told you, something isn't right! I'm not sure what's going on, or why you're doing this... but please, don't hurt yourself!" Tears began welling in their eyes once again, proof of their concern. "Whatever is going on, you can't die! People love you here... I love you!"

At that, it all came back to you. Somehow, you were being tampered with. It was unclear how or why, but you were being manipulated... now that you know, you could break free. You dropped the knife. "Oh, Chihiro... I am so sorry! This is all so, so confusing, but now, I think I'm free. Thank you... if it weren't for you I'd be dead right now."

They immediately gave a sigh of relief. Then it occured to them-- would you be safe? What if that green-eyed girl was responsible for this? Before they could think any longer, she appeared.

"Monika?" You asked, even more confused.

"Yep! That's right. Seems like I'm here just in time."

"What do you mean? You saw--" Chihrio implored, but was cut off.

"Well, I thought I'd have to worry about y/n here interfering with something of mine, but it seems like her intentions lie... elsewhere," she pointed at Chihiro. "Thank goodness for that!"

She then walked over to the boy you'd been talking to, who was just as relieved. "We should probably give these two a moment, right? Come with me." The two left.

"I'm so glad you're okay!" Chihiro said. Without thinking, they hugged you closely-- then backed away. "Oh, I'm sorry!! I did that without thinking... oh, and about what I said,"

"I love you too," you replied. You embraced Chihiro yourself this time, and you knew things were okay again.

Thank goodness there was a glitch in your simulation.

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[unluckyn30nx]

☓ chapter 1 ☓

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[hopeiskindacool]

In the prologue for DR2 (assumed to be the 1st day to Hopes peak), Hajime is wearing something completely different than the reserve course uniform.

The main course is allowed to basically wear whatever they want. However, the reserve course seems more strict (attendance is required, they can't go to the main course...) in comparison to the main course, so I'd assume dress codes as well.

Sato and Natsumi wear the exact same uniform the exact same way, minus Natsumis slightly unbuttoned shirt. That's only 2 of the entire reserve course, but it's still notable compared to how none of the main course wears their uniform the same. Even down to the socks.

It's possible that Hajime didn't know this difference and just went to school with his DR2 uniform, expecting the same treatment the main course gets.

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