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Chapter 23: Verbal Affection is a Learned Skill

Feat: Hiccups, feeding kink, weight gain, pork cutlet bowls

After the hellish trauma gauntlet that had taken up all of Saturday, Kazuichi shouldn't have been surprised Sunday passed the way it did. Namely, he slept through most of it. 

"It's not that surprising," Teruteru said, in response to Kazuichi's shocked protestations that it couldn't be six p.m. already. "What all happened yesterday? Ibuki dragged you all over the city, then you came back to free me from the clutches of Hajime and Nagito, and then…well. Everything else happened."

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Kazuichi shuffled his legs out of bed. "Why are you bringing up all that shit?" he muttered, glancing at the bags of clothes in the corner and immediately averting his eyes. "Are you trying to make me feel bad or something?"

"Not at all! Not at all." Teruteru bustled back to the kitchenette while Kazuichi scrubbed the sleep from his eyes and tried to ignore the growing pit of guilt in his gut. "I just thought you might appreciate a little validation, hm?"

"I mean…yeah." Kazuichi covered a huge yawn with the back of his hand, then felt around on the bedside table for his glasses. His queasy stomach growled, and he quickly placed his hand over it, as if that would shut it up. 

"And I figured you wouldn't mind a little dinner, either," Teruteru raised an eyebrow, and Kazuichi perked up as he recognized the rich, savory smell of pork cutlet bowls.

He padded over to the table, holding a sheet around his shoulders like a cape. He was only wearing his boxers, and that was just for the sake of modesty. That morning, like so many before it, he'd woken up naked. 

"Feels like I just had lunch," he said, blinking in bewilderment as he looked around the room. It didn't seem like it could have been more than a few minutes since he'd laid down (just for a second, he'd insisted) after a hearty lunch of shoyu ramen, tea-stained eggs, and edamame…but judging by the slanted light on the wall, the numbers on the clock, and the petulant grumbling from his stomach, it had to have been at least five or six hours. 

"Yes, you haven't done much but eat and sleep lately," Teruteru affirmed, looking a little too pleased with himself as he set the table. "Not that I can really blame you. Growing takes a lot of energy, you know."

Kazuichi couldn't have said when Teruteru had appeared by his side, only that all of a sudden, there he was, breath hot against his cheek. He poked Kazuichi's belly and giggled as Kazuichi swatted him away.

"H-hey! C'mon, man, it's not like I'm doing it on purpose," he retorted, pulling the sheet tighter around himself.

Teruteru set a piping hot bowl of deep-fried pork cutlets and rice in front of him. Just like that, Kazuichi could barely focus on anything other than the hypnotizing aroma and the saliva flooding his mouth.

"Hmm. Says the man who practically knocks down my door every night, begging me to feed him til he bursts," Teruteru purred. He chuckled as Kazuichi shot him a dirty look, then looped back to the kitchenette to return with the rest of the dishes. "Although, to be honest, I've been thinking we should talk about that."

"Talk about what?" Kazuichi said with his mouth full. Teruteru swatted his bare leg under the table.

"Manners, mon cher . You know it gets me all hot and bothered when you gobble your food like a greedy pig." He smirked. Kazuichi swallowed a huge gulp and tried to splutter an excuse, but Teruteru only laughed and shushed him. "But in all seriousness, I meant we should talk about this."

He prodded Kazuichi's belly again. Kazuichi choked on another huge mouthful of pork and rice. His eyes watered as he swatted Teruteru's hand away, his face rapidly turning red.

"Huh? Whaddaya mean, 'this'?" He dropped his chopsticks onto the table and turned his eyes down towards his stomach. "First of all, it's not even that bad. I mean, look!"

He wiped a few grains of rice off his mouth with the back of his hand, then gripped his fledgling belly with both hands. It was certainly there, wobbling a little when he shook it, and sure, it did roll over the waistband of his boxers when he was sitting down like this…plus there were the numerous pink stretch marks decorating the growing space between his belly button and his underwear…but it wasn't like he had a huge gut or anything!

Not yet, said an intrusive thought, followed immediately by an intrusive blush and an intrusive jerk below his stomach. Uh. That was weird. Time to file that under "things not to think about until I'm alone," thanks.

"A-and second of all," he added quickly, "why are you saying that like it's a problem or something? You're into this, right? Don't tell me you get off on stuffing people up and then telling them to go lose some weight!"

"Au contraire. " Teruteru shook his head, his eyes crinkling up as his smile widened. "I think you're gorgeous like this. More of you to love, after all. Isn't that right?"

He chucked Kazuichi's chin, then pinched his cheek. Before Kazuichi even had a chance to protest, Teruteru dropped his hand all the way down to squeeze his ass.

"H-hey!" Kazuichi grabbed Teruteru's arm like he was gonna shove him away, but he didn't. Instead, he found himself turning steadily redder as he stared down at Teruteru's mischievous face. "Dude, if you're trying to make a move on me, you could just say so…"

He drifted closer, then closer still. Just before their lips touched, Teruteru lightly bopped him on the nose and pulled away, laughing.

"Hold your horses, you horny bastard. I'm not done talking, and you're gonna have to be a good boy if you want to get some tonight, m'kay?" 

Kazuichi gulped. Great, Teruteru had him flushed from his forehead down to his neck now. "Uh…sure." He managed a placating grin. "Sure, I can be good. Just watch me."

"There's that smile. I was really starting to miss it, you know." Teruteru sighed. "Anyway. I had a lot of time to think things over while you slept today, and I believe I owe you an apology."

Once again, Kazuichi looked up in confusion, his cheeks stuffed with pork and rice. "Huh? Wha'for?"

"For god's sake, slow down," Teruteru laughed. "You'll give yourself the hiccups at this rate, and then I won't be able to think straight. Or at all. All I wanted to say is that…well, I'm not sure we should have rushed into the kinky side of things as fast and hard as we did."

He raised his eyebrows suggestively, but it wasn't hard to tell he was nervous. Kazuichi swallowed another huge bite and belched into his fist.

"Wait, so. So. Hold on." A sickening bolt of ice hit him between the ribs. "W-wait, you're not saying you wanna stop, are you?!"

"No! No, not at all." Teruteru looked earnestly up at him, then glanced away as he fiddled with his napkin. "It's just…well, I may have overindulged you. Which of course, is arousing enough on its own, so it's understandable why it took me so long to recognize the problem. 

"But let's be honest here. You went from barely showing up at meals to stuffing yourself sick multiple times a day, every day, for a month straight, more or less. I'm honestly impressed you kept so much of it down. And of course, it's had its effects."

He touched Kazuichi's belly again, gently running his thumb along an indented stretch mark. Kazuichi shivered. He instinctively leaned into Teruteru's touch and grumbled when Teruteru pulled his hand away.

"W-well…it's not like you can take credit for everything, " Kazuichi said, grabbing a piece of pickled cucumber from a side dish and popping it in his mouth. "I was already getting fat before we started hooking up. Remember? You made fun of me for it."

Teruteru stroked his chin. A satisfied smile crept over his face. "Hmm…now that you mention it, I do recall finding you a bit softer than I expected."

"Exactly!" Kazuichi's voice came out a lot higher than he meant it to. He ducked his head to gulp down the rest of his pork cutlet bowl before setting the empty dish aside and grabbing a second bowl from the platter in the center of the table. "It's not like I wasn't eating anything before, you know. I was just avoiding the dining hall cause…cause reasons."

Teruteru had the decency not to say anything about the obvious Hajime-shaped reason hanging above both of their heads. Kazuichi cleared his throat and sipped his tea.

"Well, that's comforting to know," Teruteru replied. "Although I hate to think where you might have been eating instead. I certainly hope it wasn't…"

"It wasn't all McDonald's!" Kazuichi snapped. "I went to that diner a lot, you know, the one you tracked me down at that one time, and…and I got street food, and convenience store shit, and…I dunno. Whatever was cheap."

Teruteru looked heartbroken. Kazuichi slammed down his chopsticks.

"What?! I was broke! I'm still broke! Don't look at me like that!"

"Sometimes I forget how sad your life was before you met me," Teruteru sniffed, wiping away an imaginary tear.

"Shut up! I met you two years ago!" Kazuichi slouched in his seat and glowered. "A-anyway. 

I was stress eating all summer, too, you know. And I spent a lot of time on my ass, watching TV and shit. It was freaky. Like, I don't even like watching TV. But it's just, you know, after…stuff happened, I didn't really feel like going anywhere or doing anything. Even assembling and disassembling stuff felt stupid. Cause, you know. It didn't really feel like there was a point."

A realization slowly dawned on him. Kazuichi put his hand to his head. 

"Hey, wait a sec. Maybe I actually was depressed."

"You're just realizing that now?" Teruteru shook his head, his hand pressed to his chest. "My poor heart can't take it. It just gets sadder and sadder."

Kazuichi dug into his pork cutlet bowl again. "Shut up! A-anyway, aren't you into this shit? You should be happy I'm like this!"

"Hypothetically, yes," Teruteru said, "but it's also vitally important to me that you're happy and healthy. After all, that's what good cooking is all about! Sure, a little bit of pain is titillating in the bedroom, but if my actions are compromising the quality of your daily life…I could never forgive such a misuse of food."

"My life isn't compromised!" Kazuichi shook his head passionately. "Seriously, Teruteru, I don't know where you're getting all that! So what if I get kinda fat? I-it was probably gonna happen anyway! I mean, if you think about it, I pretty much only eat sugar and carbs, so as soon as my metabolism tanks, I'm gonna be packing on the pounds. Right? Why are you – why are you smiling like that?!"

Teruteru beamed at him. "Oh, no reason. It's just that I seem to remember that not even a week ago, a certain someone would do every mental backflip possible to convince me he wasn't gaining weight." 

"Wh –" Kazuichi cut himself off. Shit. He was right. Of course he was right; when was he not? "Hey, that's not fair! That was – that was – I-I mean, it's different when you try and tell me I'm getting too fat for you to keep stuffing me! Like, what the hell?"

He sulked over his dinner as Teruteru kept on chuckling. "That's not what I'm saying at all, ch é rie . I'm only a bit concerned about how quickly you expanded. You did blow the buttons off your school uniform, after all…"

By now it was obvious Teruteru was just trying to get a rise out of him. Still, it wasn't like knowing that kept Kazuichi from sputtering and turning an even deeper shade of red. "That doesn't count! That old uniform was already too small for me, and you know it!"

"Ah, but of course. How could I forget?" Teruteru batted his eyes. "Well, there's no need to worry. I don't have any intention of stopping, not as long as you're alright with our little arrangement. But I do think you need to find your limits. Besides, don't you think it'd be erotic to adopt a master-student dynamic?"

He leaned in close. Kazuichi, whose mouth was once again stuffed full, could only stare at him with wide eyes.

"I, as the worldly-wise chef, will act as your sensei, guiding you through the joys and ecstasies of gastronomical delights, while you, my little pupil…" Teruteru walked his fingers across the table and grabbed Kazuichi's wrist. "...will do your very best to submit to my teachings in the interests of…let's say, personal growth. Hm?"

By the last word, he'd all but pressed his face against Kazuichi's cheek. Kazuichi nearly choked on his mouthful of food before he swallowed it all in one huge gulp, by which point Teruteru had already withdrawn again, giggling.

"Uh…" Kazuichi cleared his throat. Despite himself, a small grin crept onto his face. "Uh, y-yeah, sure? Why not?" He cleared his throat again. "I-I'm not really sure what you mean by 'finding my limits,' though. I totally know my limits. Definitely."

"Oh, do you?" Teruteru raised one eyebrow.

"Sure I do!" Kazuichi retorted. He finished off his second pork cutlet bowl and set it to the side. "Just cause I eat too much when we're getting into it doesn't mean I don't know when to stop. I mean, it's not really fair, 'cause your food is so good I kinda can't stop eating it, but…but if it was normal food, I wouldn't have any problem at all."

"Interesting." Teruteru rested his chin on his hands. "Well, you've eaten my cooking for so long, I expect the initial charm is wearing off. You should be able to stop whenever you want – as long as you really do know your limits, of course."

"Stop looking at me like that," Kazuichi whined. "Hey, you're not challenging me, are you?!"

"Maybe." Teruteru's eyes twinkled. He pushed back his own empty bowl and sat back in his chair, arms folded over his belly. "You just eat your fill, then, and I'll take your word for it. No overstuffing yourself, no bellyache afterwards, no hiccups or indigestion. Simply eat until you're satisfied, and I suppose I'll have to believe you."

Kazuichi swallowed. His pulse sped up, as did his breathing, and the familiar fluttery feelings of anxiety and excitement kicked up in his chest.

"Fine, then." He pulled forward the third and last pork cutlet bowl. "It's not like it's gonna be hard. You didn't even cook that much this time."

Halfway through the bowl, Kazuichi realized he might have overshot himself. He could totally eat more than three pork cutlet bowls if he wanted, but that was if he was trying to eat as much as he possibly could, not just until he was full. He took a break to finish off the pickled cucumbers and the roasted cauliflower, throwing defiant glances at Teruteru the whole time.

What does "satisfied" even mean? he thought as Teruteru got up to begin clearing the table. He dug back into the pork cutlets while Teruteru's back was turned. Not hungry? Not sick? How's he supposed to know how I feel, anyway? "Find your limits" my ass. This guy's full of shit.

"Oh, by the way," Teruteru said, turning around in the kitchenette just as Kazuichi swiped the last grains of rice from his bowl, "I did make dango for dessert, if you want any. Since you know your limits and all. Your call, of course."

Kazuichi stifled a burp with his fist. With his other hand, he massaged his belly under the table out of Teruteru's line of sight. His stomach felt warm and heavy, and so did his eyes. Even though he had woken up not long ago, he already wanted to go back to sleep. But that was just because deep fried pork cutlets were so rich, right? 

It wasn't like he didn't have any more room. If Teruteru were stuffing him right now, it would be a while before Kazuichi got so full he had to stop (or at least rest). He was probably fine. 

Besides, Teruteru wasn't a mind reader. So what if Kazuichi ate a little bit too much? It wasn't like Teruteru had to know, not as long as Kazuichi kept it to himself. And dango slapped. He could put up with feeling just barely too full if he got some good dango out of it. 

"Yeah, I've got room." Kazuichi broke off in a yawn, covering it with the back of his hand. He blinked stupidly as Teruteru brought a plate with six skewers over to the table, each holding three perfectly round mochi dumplings, one pink, one white, and one green. He picked one up and held it up to the light. "Ooh, these look yummy! Kinda unseasonal though, aren't they? I mean, it wouldn't really be fun to go to a cherry blossom viewing in October. Not…not much to look at. Right?"

He yawned again before popping the skewer in his mouth and pulling off all three dumplings at once. Being full and sleepy always made him say dumb shit, but right now, he felt too warm and fuzzy to care. Teruteru smirked as he took a skewer for himself.

"Maybe so. But I know how much you like colorful things. Besides, we both said the L word last night, so that's worth celebrating, don't you think?"

Kazuichi choked. He swallowed the dango as fast as he could and went straight into a coughing fit. Teruteru watched, apparently unconcerned, as Kazuichi thumped himself on the chest and hurried to gulp the rest of his tea.

"Yeah," he croaked. "Uh, yeah. We sure did."

He thumped his chest again and belched. Teruteru raised an eyebrow. "Feeling alright over there?"

"I'm fine," Kazuichi wheezed. He burped again, quieter this time, and shook his head. "I-I just swallowed some air when I choked. I'm all good."

"Of course," Teruteru hummed, taking a second dango for himself. "It's a big step, you know. Do you feel the same way now that you've had a chance to sleep on it?"

He looked up at Kazuichi through lidded eyes, smiling that stupid mushy smile, the light flush on his cheeks making him look even more like a painting than normal. Kazuichi rested his elbow on the table, curling his fingers in his messy hair as he reached for another dango. 

I feel like I shouldn't have eaten that third pork cutlet bowl, he thought, but saying so was definitely off the table. He stared vacantly at the dango in his hand, unsure if he actually wanted to eat it. It was freaking delicious, of course, but his stomach weighed him down more by the second. He could feel it gurgling down there too, probably trying to work out all the air he'd swallowed from eating too fast. And as if that weren't enough, his skin had started to feel tight, like his belly was a balloon rapidly filling up with water.

But he could still eat. He could eat way more than this if he wanted. So another dango or two couldn't make that much of a difference, could it?

"Kazuichi?" Teruteru snapped his fingers, and Kazuichi startled. "Anybody home? I was asking if you still love me."

Kazuichi bit the first dumpling off the skewer for moral support if nothing else. The back of his ears burned hot. "Huh? C'mon, man, don't – don't spring stuff like that on me! O-of course I lo –"

The word stuck in his throat. He cleared his throat to try again. 

"Of course I – I mean, I definitely –"

Kazuichi's stomach gurgled, and he belched, loud and abrupt. He sank over the table, sullenly nibbling on his dango while Teruteru laughed. 

"It's alright." He patted Kazuichi's hand. "You've always been a bit challenged in the verbal affection department."

"Shut up," Kazuichi whimpered. He rolled the last dumpling around his mouth a bit before he swallowed it, the sugar melting in his mouth soothing him a bit. 

Teruteru picked up another dango and sighed before taking a bite out of it. There was only one left on the platter. Kazuichi stared at it, weighed his options, and then, with a barely audible groan, leaned forward to pick it up.

"It's just weird," he managed to say around the dango. "Like, it's – it's weird that I like you. I mean, don't take that the wrong way! I-it's just, it's weird that you like me. That feels wrong. N-not that I think this is wrong, like, us, or whatever, but, uh…"

Teruteru shushed him. He took Kazuichi's hand and gently ran his thumb over Kazuichi's fingers. "You said something like that before, didn't you? It's really too bad that it's so hard for you to imagine people liking you, especially since you've turned out to be such a gorgeous person."

He reached up to caress Kazuichi's cheek. Kazuichi squeaked and went scarlet. "Shut up," he managed again, and then shoved the rest of the dango into his mouth at once.

"That aside," Teruteru said, withdrawing his hand, "I was hoping that…well, if your feelings are anything like they were last night…that you might consider dating me?"

Kazuichi froze, his cheeks full of dango, with the stick poking out of his mouth like he'd been caught sneaking an ice cream bar. He pulled the stick out, dropped it on the table, and swallowed all three dumplings with a loud gulp . 

"Y-you…" His heart slammed against his chest as blood rushed into his head so fast it made him giddy. Swallowing hard, he put his hand to his burning forehead as he tried again. "Wait, seriously? For real? Actual dating, like – like boyfriends?"

He clapped his hand over his mouth. It was stupid, especially after they'd both confessed to loving each other last night, but blurting out "boyfriend" like that still felt like going too far.

Teruteru's face lit up. "Well, I wasn't going to go that far as of yet, but I'd love to be your boyfriend! If that's what you really want, I mean."

Kazuichi could only stare at him, speechless. He wished he could hide under his beanie, but like a complete idiot, he'd forgotten to put it on when he got up for dinner. He settled for caging his eyes behind his hands.

"I-I mean – uh – hold on a sec." He gulped. Shit, that last dango was not sitting well. Why'd he decide to eat three, anyway?! "I mean yeah! I do! I mean – uh – g-gimme a minute. I gotta mentally prepare myself for this!"

Teruteru laughed. He scooted his chair closer to Kazuichi and rested his chin on his hand, fluttering his eyelashes the way he usually did right before he kissed Kazuichi senseless. "Take all the time you need. I know it's a big question. And to be fair, we have done all this a bit backwards."

"What – what do you mean, backwards?" Kazuichi squeaked. He really regretted that last pork cutlet bowl now. And those last two dango. And clearing out the pickled cucumbers and the roasted cauliflower. Dammit, it wasn't fair! He didn't even like vegetables unless Teruteru served them!

Teruteru took one of Kazuichi's hands in both of his own. "Well, usually the confession comes first, followed by a whirlwind romance…you know, dating, kissing, passionate lovemaking. Somewhere in there, one usually asks the other if they'd like to become an item. And it's only then, sometimes much, much later, that someone whips it out."

Kazuichi peeked out from behind his free hand. "Wh-what do you mean, 'it'?!"

"The L word, of course." Teruteru kissed Kazuichi's fingers. Kazuichi squeaked and turned an even darker shade of red. "So you see what I mean. The two of us went directly to getting it on, and yet we only confessed feelings for one another a few days ago." He looked up at Kazuichi again, that satisfied smirk taunting him. "And then you went and said the L word last night, so –"

"Shut up!" Kazuichi burped into his fist. "You said it too!"

"You said it first."

"Y-yeah, but…" Kazuichi gulped. Now that Teruteru had gone and filled his belly with butterflies, it was painfully obvious that Kazuichi had let his eyes get way bigger than his stomach…somehow. It hadn't seemed like so much at the time, but by now he felt stuffed. He must have eaten too fast to actually register how full he was getting. 

At the last second, he realized he was about to hiccup. He shut his mouth tight and managed to stifle it with his hand. Somehow, miraculously, Teruteru didn't seem to notice.

"Anyway. You see what I mean when I say that asking you out is long overdue." He ran his thumb over Kazuichi's fingers, smiling wider when he shivered. "So, what do you say? Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Kazuichi gulped. Loudly. The air he'd accidentally swallowed sank into his stomach with a low groan. 

"Y-yeah," he managed, trying and failing to sound chill with the whole thing. In reality, he was starting to get scared that his heart was gonna bruise a rib with how hard it was beating. "Yeah, that'd be cool. Uh."

It wasn't like it was his fault. Teruteru had distracted him. Kazuichi sucked in a loud hiccup, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth a second too late.

"What's this?" Teruteru asked, giving Kazuichi's hand a squeeze. "Now, I'm sure you didn't eat more than you bargained for, not after I warned you."

"I didn't!" Kazuichi shook his head so hard it made him sort of dizzy. "I-I just ate a little too fast, that's all. A-and then you – hic! – then you brought up dating, and you know I get the hiccups when I'm – hic! – when I'm nervous!"

"Mm-hm." Teruteru patted Kazuichi's belly. "How silly of me. I suppose this is an anxious bloat, then, not a food baby?"

"Shut up ," Kazuichi whined, his hand to his head. Teruteru pressed harder on Kazuichi's stomach until he belched, whimpered, and groaned. "Ow, ow…f-fine, you win, okay? Stop – hic! – stop that. You're gonna make me sick."

"What a shame," Teruteru said, although he didn't look disappointed at all. "And here I thought you knew your limits. I suppose I'll have to teach you after all."

Kazuichi hiccuped again. "Whatever, man.Ugh…I-I think I'd better lie back down…"

He cast a hopeful glance at Teruteru, whose cheerful pink face only made Kazuichi's butterflies worse. 

"Alright, alright. I'll come with you, you big baby." Teruteru interlaced Kazuichi's fingers with his own as they stood up. 

He led him to the bed, where he nestled down next to him and gently began to rub Kazuichi's stomach, just like always. Kazuichi put his hands behind his head and belched, then sighed, content.

"Glutton," Teruteru said, his eyes glimmering with mischief.

"Like you don't like it," Kazuichi retorted. He hiccuped hard and winced. "Jeez. Why do I always have to get the – hic! – the worst hiccups in the world?"

"Karma, I expect." Teruteru leaned down to kiss him on the lips. When they broke apart, he looked even more mischievous than before. "By the by, I know an excellent all-you-can-eat place not far from here. If my cooking is just too delicious to resist, that might be a good place to really test the limits of your self-control, don't you think?"

Kazuichi's heart fluttered. He pulled Teruteru in for another kiss. "You paying? That's only fair if I'm the one getting – hic! – getting humiliated, right?"

"Don't say it like that," Teruteru said, though judging by the high flush on his cheeks, that was the best possible way Kazuichi could have answered. "It almost sounds like you've already made up your mind to fail."

They kissed and kissed, until Kazuichi thought he might spontaneously combust from joy. It was bizarre how quickly things could change from one day to the next. Yesterday he'd cried harder than he had in years, so terrified that Teruteru would leave him that he couldn't even speak. Tonight Teruteru had him speechless again, but this time because he was happy – so happy it felt like his heart could beat right out of his chest and fly away. 

So happy he cried. So happy he started to shake. So happy that as kissing turned into something more, as Teruteru whispered declarations of love into his ear while he touched him gently, that he had to cling to Teruteru as tight as possible to prove that this was really happening, and it wasn't just some beautiful, beautiful dream.

Teruteru wanted to date him. Teruteru wanted to bewith him. Teruteru wanted him, period. 

How the hell was he supposed to make any sense out of that?

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[dragondemoness]

Hellooo, I saw your sdr2 girls with a reader who verbal stims with their names and talks in third person sometimes (like Ibuki ) and would like to request a similar one for the boys (esp Gundham 🐹) please 🎀 I loved the other one so much 💗 take care 🪴

DR2 Boys With an S/O Who Vocal Stims With Their Name

Hajime Hinata

It was a bit of an adjustment for him at first, but he grew to love it in no time

The first time you did it, he thought you needed something

"Right here, (Name). Is there something you need?"

"No. (Name) just likes saying your name. It's fun."

"Oh, I see."

He felt silly right afterwards, but he got used to it

He can't help but smile when he hears you stim with his name

And heating you talk in the third person was like Ibuki, but calmer

He wouldn't do it with you, but it's still really endearing to him

Nagito Komaeda

He thinks it's the most adorable thing ever

Anything that comes out of your mouth is his favorite sound by default, but when it's certain words or phrases you enjoy, he loves it even more

The first time you did it, he just gave you a curious look

"Hm? Did you need something, my hope?"

"Nope. (Name) just likes your name."

"Oh, I see. Well, then say it as many times as you want, my hope!"

It almost made him cry, honestly

He's amazed that anything about him is something you enjoy enough to stim with, so you're free to stim with anything you want

Occasionally, he'll join you by talking in the third person as well

He doesn't mean to make fun of you, though

If you don't like it, just tell him and he'll stop immediately

In the end, you're the most adorable and hopeful person he's ever met, and your stims only add to that

Kazuichi Soda

At first, he's just confused

He doesn't really understand what stims are at first, so hearing his name on repeat

"Huh? What's up?"

"Nothing. Your name is just really fun to say."

"Oh, really? Aww, that's adorable!"

It's actually really flattering, and he has stars in his eyes when he listens to you stim

He can't resist pulling you into his lap and kissing your face whenever you do it

He might talk in the third person with you, just to join in on the fun

If you don't like it, he won't do it again

In the end, you're just the cutest thing ever

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

He found it confusing at first

Hearing you say his name over and over was mildly annoying to him, and at some point, he snapped at you

"What?! I'm right here, so tell me what the fuck you want!"

"Nothing. Your name is just fun to stay."

"...Oh."

He felt really bad about it afterwards, and he doesn't comment on your stims anymore

He pretends to be annoyed, but he can't help but smile when he hears you stim with his name

Even though he doesn't say it often, he finds you and your stims adorable

Gundham Tanaka

He was also pretty confused at first

"Hm? What is it, my dark monarch?"

"Nothing. (Name) just likes Gundham's name. That's all."

"Really now? Hm... I see. Carry on, then."

Of course you like his name; he's the Supreme Overlord of Ice

It takes some getting used to, but it makes him smile to hear you stim

Your voice is his favorite sound, after all

The Four Dark Devas of Destruction enjoy it as well, and then everyone is having fun

Teruteru Hanamura

The first time you said his name on repeat, he called out to you from the kitchen

"Yes, my darling? Is there anything you need?"

"No. (Name) just likes your name."

"Oh, really now? Well, isn't that just the sweetest thing?"

He loves it

He loves hearing you talk in general, but hearing his name on repeat, even outside of the bedroom, is rather enjoyable

You're just the cutest thing to him, and your stims only makes you even cuter

Nekomaru Nidai

Hearing you stim for the first time immediately made him think you needed something

Or worse, you were actually in trouble

"WHAT HAPPENED, (NAME)?! ARE YOU HURT?! DON'T WORRY, I'M RIGHT HERE!"

"No, (Name) is fine. Your name is just really fun to say."

"Oh. Sorry about that."

You damn near gave him a heart attack, which is the last thing he needs, but he was relieved to know that it was just a stim of yours

Once he gets used to it, he finds it pretty adorable

It's flattering that you enjoy his name enough to stim with it

Ultimate Impostor

He doesn't understand them at first

Like most of the others, he just assumes you need something

"Yes, my dear? What can I do for you?"

"Nothing. Your name is just fun to say."

"Oh, I see."

He finds your stims really endearing, though

Sometimes, he uses his talent to see if you would say anyone else's names, and it doesn't work

His real name is your favorite, and he appreciates that a lot

Izuru Kamakura

He thinks nothing of it, honestly

The first time he heard you stim with his name, he dropped what he was doing and came straight to you

"Yes? Did you need something?"

"No. Your name is just fun to say."

"I see. Carry on, then."

After that, he didn't comment on it again, but he couldn't resist smiling a little when he heard you stim

He finds it incredibly endearing, even if he doesn't say it often

Overall, he appreciates your stims

They make you even more unique and not boring than you already were

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa goodbye despair #hajime hinata x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #kazuichi soda x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #gundham tanaka x reader #teruteru hanamura x reader #nekomaru nidai x reader #ultimate impostor x reader #izuru kamakura x reader

[yawujin]

Hello

So I don't know if you're opposed to writing for the v2 boys but if you aren't

Could you please write v2 boys x s/o who is very hard working so when they get focused they forget to eat or drink water a lot &(if you're comfy trans male reader) they forget to take their binder off and rest.

Thxxxxxxxx

ofc i'll write the sdr2 boys i love them

request | sdr2 boys x an S/O who is hard working

type | react , light hearted , non killing game , established relationship , trans male reader

hajime hinata ♡

respects you for working so hard

always reminding you to take a break

hajime's a good listener so you can go to him to talk about work troubles you have

he secretly daydreams of another life where you two can just relax 24/7 so you do not have to worry so much about work

admires and appreciates all that you do

gets really excited when you finally finish your work for the day

kazuichi souda ♡

he gets it

relates to you bc he has had to stay up late working and fixing things

he learned the hard way that he must always keep water or something to hydrate himself while working

he's lowkey the type to ask "have you eaten yet?"

he cares sm about you

even though sometimes he also forgets to pack some lunch for himself for work lol

you two look out for each other always <3

fuyuhiko kuzuryu ♡

you already know he's the type to text you constantly throughout the day

"you're going to eat right?" "there has to be something in the vending machines there you can buy."

angry texts when you say all you had so far was some crappy instant coffee

even angrier texts when you tell him you're working after hours

always insistant on you taking a break (even if you just started working on something)

"i love you so much and if somehow someday you collapse while working i'll never forgive myself"

gundham tanaka ♡

orders you to stop working and take a break

no seriously, he orders you to take some time off

"the supreme overlord of ice commands you to STOP!"

he demands you come to bed and keep him warm

but first he reminds you to take off your armor (referring to your binder)

you still had it on oops

you just laugh a little bit and change

finally, you both can get some rest after a long day

nekomaru nidai ♡

he reminds you not to push yourself too hard

"it's kind of like training, you must know your limits!"

is willing to make a list for with designated times for breaks in your schedule

gets hyped up when you have a day off so you two can finally have a date/datenight

has a whole lot of respect for you and your ability to push through especially hard days

"just keep it in the back of your mind that i'll always be here if you need me for something, got it?"

ultimate imposter ♡

brings food to you

gently urges you to take a break

hugs from behind while you work

prefers it when you work from home

picks you up from work whenever he can

teruteru hanamura ♡

when you come home, the first thing he does is feed you

he makes all your favorite dishes ofc

he can always tell if you neglected yourself during work hours

"can't fool me, as your boyfriend i know what you need!"

keeps track of your days off incase you try to get a head start in working on something new

"nope sorry! can't have that today. you and i are due for a date at the diner"

sends you positive and encouraging and rather suggestive messages while you are at work

nagito komaeda ♡

very persuasive when he's trying to get you to rest after a long work day

you finally choose rest and nagito over more paperwork you need to sort out

"tomorrow's always there" he reassures you

"oh and, make sure to take that off" he says, looking at your binder

you almost finished changing without doing so

nagito gives you some affirmations while you drift off to sleep

"you work too hard..." he sighs sadly. "goodnight~"

#danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa sdr2 #sdr2 goodbye despair #hajime hinata #hajime hinata x reader #kazuichi souda #kazuichi souda x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #gundham tanaka #gundham tanaka x reader #nekomaru nidai #nekomaru nidai x reader #teruteru hanamura #teruteru hanamura x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda #danganronpa x reader #sdr2 x reader #ultimate imposter

[thefox-i]

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[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: SDR2 Boys x Reader - Marshmallow Hell Scenarios

Details: For those who don’t know, Marshmallow Hell is an anime cliche/trope where someone falls face first into/is smothered by someone’s breasts. Also, this is for anyone with breasts, no pronouns are mentioned

Warnings: language and lewd suggestive scenarios but its kinda PG-13/Teen

SDR2 spoilers in some sections, but some will be implied to be Island Mode/no despair

Word Count: 4.5K words - around 500 for each boy

Byakuya Twogami

It was normal for you and all of your classmates to convene in the hotel restaurant every morning. You ate breakfasts handmade by the Ultimate Cook, discussed the day’s plans, and just caught up with each other. There were already cliques and little sub-groups within the whole - people who favored each other. Nekomaru could often be found getting stronger or training with Akane, Sonia and Gundham spoke of their interest in the occult, and Hajime and Chiaki had grown quite close. Ibuki had developed a fondness and sort of infatuation for the group’s self-appointed leader: Byakuya Togami. It seemed natural to want to be closer to someone titled the Ultimate Affluent Progeny, as he held wealth, status, confidence, and yet a bit of mystery. Ibuki, however, seemed to take to him more than the others. She was constantly asking him questions, playfully praising him, following him around.

This morning in particular, you were minding your own business, in the corner talking about beach-going plans with Chiaki after having just finished your breakfast. Ibuki, loud and boisterous, was trailing behind Byakuya, asking after what their esteemed leader had planned for the day, and Hiyoko, short-tempered as ever, was slowly losing her patience with the noise so early in the morning.

You actually had to commend Byakuya on his own patience. For someone who would be easy to judge as pompous and stuck-up, he actually was quite good at keeping his cool and naturally taking up his post as leader. He passed by Chiaki and yourself on the way back to the kitchen of the restaurant, and you nearly felt bad for the man who appeared to still be groggy from sleep and yet was being bombarded by conversation. He handled Ibuki well. Hiyoko, however, had enough it seemed.

“Ugh! Shut the hell up! I just woke up and you’re being annoying! Go talk to Mr. Ham Hands in your private cabin if you wanna suck his gross, cheesy dick that bad!” Clenching her teeth in frustration, Hiyoko reached out and shoved Ibuki as hard as she could with her angry little hands. The strength such a hateful little body could produce was actually quite surprising. Ibuki screeched, stumbled abruptly forward into Byakuya, who, taken by surprise, tumbled forward onto you. Like a stack of dominos you all went down with quite a bit of commotion.

With the hefty size and height of the Affluent Progeny before you, you were easily taken flat to the ground with a gasp. Everyone turned to look at the situation: Ibuki collapsed across Byakuya’s ass and legs, and Byakuya smothered head first into the plush front of your breasts. Time seemed to stop for a second, and Byakuya raised his head, cheeks aflame with embarrassment at the undignified position. You looked back into his eyes with just as much shock. Hiyoko covered her mouth with both hands, holding back how devilishly delighted she was at the chaos she’d just caused.

“Well, well! If the big rich boy wanted some play that badly, he probably could’ve just asked (Y/N)! I must say, I’m quite jealous of his position!” Teruteru teased, wiggling his fingers, imagining himself switching places with Byakuya.

Byakuya scrambled to his feet, lifting himself off of you in a hurry while sputtering defensive, angry retorts about how a gentleman of rare stock such as himself would never stoop so low and something about not being a common rake like the promiscuous chef.

Teruteru Hanamura

Teruteru was playful, unserious, relaxed in most aspects of his life and personality. However, you noticed he was fiercely serious when it came to cooking. It was his passion, his life’s work, something he didn’t play around with. You admired how much time and effort he put into his craft, and loved to watch him work. He spent every breakfast, lunch and dinner period making a literal feast for all of his classmates, and you often liked to either watch him work his magic in the kitchen, or get more hands-on and actually help him. You found him funny and knowledgable, and liked learning little recipes and cooking methods as much as eating the finished works. However, it was nice to be complimented, compared to delicious dishes and praised for your cooking assistance skills. You found yourself having a lot of fun with him.

At the moment, you were helping Teruteru in the dining hall of the old building by the hotel. Your class had prepared a little party of sorts for tonight, a little feast and get-together to chat, have fun, and just be carefree for a night. Now done with the dishes, it was all about plating and arrangment. He wanted the dining hall to stun your peers when they arrived in the next ten minutes or so.

He was up on a ladder, piling up a tower of sashimi and nigiri a mile high. You spotted him, nervous about the height he was at, especially with his short frame. You had your arms out in preparation, ready for any spills or to catch stray strips of fish meat. Everything had to be perfect. He took pride in that. Ice on the bottom, a cold room, fresh meat, the proper placement.

Teetering to place a bit of yellowtail and red snapper on the top of his masterpiece, you heard him gasp a bit, one foot stumbling over the other on the top step of the ladder. Determined not to crash into and therefore ruin his mountain of fish, he quickly shifted his weight, twisting so he instead fell away and off of the ladder and unfortunately, onto his gracious helper. You grunted with the impact, slamming flat onto your back on the hard floor with Teruteru on top of you. With his height and the angle of the fall, his face planted so very conveniently into your breasts.

It was almost a little too perfect of a scenario for someone like him, and you flustered up immediately, questioning if he’d done it on purpose as he took his good old time getting up. Of course, lewd remark after lewd remark ensued, as he took advantage of the situation fully. How often would he get an opportunity as lucky as that?

Nekomaru Nidai

Nekomaru had many more positive traits than negative ones. You absolutely loved spending time with him, as he radiated positivity and pushed all of those around him to be their best self and train their bodies and minds. He was all about mental and physical strength, as was expected of the Ultimate Team Manager. Nekomaru trained champions, and so he could never just let his friends go without realizing their full potential. You very much enjoyed his presence, his overwhelming energy, hearty laugh, encouraging personality.

Spending time with Nekomaru often meant also spending time with Akane. The two walls of muscle often bonded over their shared interest in being strong in body and mind, and today you’d agreed to train with them. Nekomaru was good at reading people’s insecurities - better to help overcome them - and today, he insisted on honing your senses, as the killing game left you feeling vulnerable and even a bit useless. There’s no one you trusted more to help you get out of those feelings. It was good to get your mind off of things while training to become less of a target for a killing. Two birds, one stone and all that.

Nekomaru had all four of you blindfolded: you, Nekomaru himself, Akane, and Hajime Hinata, who often got roped into silly activities with whoever seemed to be available to hang out that particular day. Nekomaru insisted he could use the training as well, so here he was. The next hour or so was spent dodging light attacks, relying on hearing and sensing danger when sight was not an option. Nekomaru always went easier on you and Hajime, saving the harder hits for Akane, who would never accept any less. Out on the beach behind the diner, you felt the sand between your toes, the wind on your face, the blindfold forcing you to perceive your surroundings in a whole new way.

You swivled on your heels, hearing someone new approach from the south, and you assumed everyone else heard them, too. It was Ibuki, as you easily reognized from the voice.

“There you guys are! We couldn’t find you for like, forever! Anyhoo! Teruteru sent me to round y’all up! Soup’s on! Come on back to the-” before Ibuki could even finish her words, Akane was bolting, blindfold still on, toward the first island, and only Ibuki would actually see what happened next:

Akane, all speed and no sight, plowed into Hajime and pushed past him. He yelped, splatting onto the ground at full-force.

“Ouch! What the fu- ah!” Hajime was cut off as Nekomaru, who also was now heading in the same direction as Akane, tripped over Hajime’s prone body on the sand, tripping face forward onto you, innocent of the chaos and unsuspecting while still blind to the world around you.

“Gah!” Nekomaru’s deep voice rumbled, clumsily taking you down with him, his huge mountain of a body easily smashing yours into the sand below him. Ibuki could only laugh at the cluster-fuck in front of her, the chain of events that lead to Nekomaru face planting directly into your chest. His exclamation of surprise was muffled into your soft mounds of flesh. You were speechless, just wondering what the hell was going on.

“Aww man, sorry, Hajime!” Nekomaru, hearing Hajime yell out beforehand, assumed it was the skinny brunette crushed below him. He reached up for the blindfold, lifting it and immediately feeling a rush of embarrassment set his cheeks ablaze. The tips of his ears were on fire and his heartbeat was racing, now making eye contact with you.

He wasn’t oblivious to his size, knowing whoever he’d fallen on top of was almost certainly pinned and unable to get up until he moved, so he scrambled to is feet, apologizing profusely and helping you to your feet while Ibuki made teasing remarks just a short distance away.

Gundham Tanaka

It was a rare stormy night on the beautiful tropical island. All outdoor activities were off the table, and so you and your good friend, Gundham, decided on spending time in his cabin. It had taken a lot of work to get Gundham to this point, where he let a “mere mortal” into the safe space of his private quarters, and he was still closed off in some ways. He had walls up: about his heart, his past, his Four Dark Devas, and you’d slowly broken many of them down. He still was his own quirky, awkward, edgy self, but around you, he was slightly more relaxed. He didn’t usually let others interact with his Devas, and he still insisted they could turn on even himself in a moment’s notice as they were powerful beasts and truly their own masters, but he was more comfortable letting you hold and take care of them than anyone else. You’d earned that right. You were worthy in his eyes.

You loved his personalized cabin, overrun with hamster tunnels and pet care items. It was so cute and cozy, a stark contrast to his own presentation to the world. Tonight, he regaled you with embellished and dramatic tales of his past feats while the Devas crawled all around you. One was under the collar of your shirt, trying to siphon away your body heat, another used your shirt sleeve like a tunnel. One sat in your lap, eating a seed you offered. Gundham’s storytelling was so entertaining to you because he was so effortlessly good at it. It was an accident that he was so alluring.

Without warning, lightning cracked outside and the lights went out. It was pure black all around you, and you assumed your peers in their own cabins were experiencing the same thing.

Freaking out a bit, Gundham yelled for his Devas, calling them back to his own side. Again, though he trusted you, and didn’t want to admit any faults in his breeding and training methods, at the end of the day, the Devas were animals with instincts and wild at heart. He feared them panicking at the sudden darkness and lashing out to scratch or bite you. He could handle it, as his bandaged arm proved, but he didn’t want that happening to you.

He reached out frantically for the Devas in the dark, lunging forward, scrambling and stumbling until he accidentally toppled you over. Clumsily, he fell forward onto you. You yelped at the impact, not seeing but feeling the Devas scramble for cover away from you before they could be crushed by their owner. Now flat on your back in the darkness, you smelled a masculine, fragrant gel product as a coif of hair tickled your nostrils. Quickly you realized that Gundham Tanaka had pinned you, his face smashed into your bosom.

The monitor that adorned every individual cabin flashed on, the monochromatic, evil bear appearing with a sheepish look across his mischievous face.

“Sorry there, kiddos! Backup generator comin’ at ya!” As if he even cared in the first place, he giggled before disappearing off the screen once again.

The lights shuttered and then flashed back on, Gundham now able to fully take in the situation. His eyes met yours, and widened in absolute horror, mouth agape. He shoved himself off of you immediately, crawling back to his side of the floor and gathering his Devas into his arms. He preferred to pretend the whole thing never happened, hiding his now tomato-red face behind the folds of his scarf.

Nagito Komaeda

Nagito was acting weird. Like, weirder than usual. You were all in the hotel restaurant for your morning meeting as always, save for Fuyuhiko, who was in the hospital after Peko’s trial the day before. Nagito was a clammy, sweaty mess, ranting and and raving about the most random things, and just… lying a lot?

You knew Nagito a little better than the others in the group, actively choosing to befriend and get to know him as much as he would allow, but one didn’t need to know Nagito well to know that he was lying. He was saying the most outlandish, obvious lies in rapid succession.

“Nagito, is this a joke? What are you up to, now?” Hajime, ever cynical and suspicious questioned the pariah of the group, who held himself in a crazed embrace, arms wrapped around his shaking form as he rambled on.

You also knew from spening time with Nagito that he was ill, extremely ill. He was so physically ill that it extended into affecting his mental and emotional wellbeing as well. It wasn’t like he didn’t lie to push his own goals from time to time, but this was different. Something was wrong. You’d all observed that Ibuki and Akane were acting strange as well, and so Hajime, kind of the default leader of sorts, put his flat palm to each of their foreheads and found them ablaze with heat. Ah ha! So there was an illness on top of the illness. Nagito was lanky and pale as it was, but today, he was a ghost of even that.

The group discussed what to do, trying to figure out what was wrong with your three obviously ill classmates, when Nagito, chuckling in a frenzied, unstable way, started to wobble on his feet. You saw his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he stumbled, beginning to drop. You swept forward and moved to catch him before he could hit the floor and take some real damage. With someone as sickly as him, a good fall would probably mess him up big time. Losing consciousness, his dead weight fell face forward, directly into the cushion of your breasts. You fumbled with his weight, struggling to keep him up while he nearly suffocated into the plush surface that smothered his face. You panicked, looking around for help, humiliation in your expression. He was heavier than his gangly frame suggested.

Hajime Hinata

You had the despair disease.

And you had it bad.

Forced into the hospital on the third island, you, Nagito, Akane and Ibuki had been quarantined, separated from most of your healthy classmates. Only Mikan, Fuyuhiko and Hajime visited the four of you on a day-to-day basis, both to care for you until you were better and to protect you from being victims of the killing game. Hajime, being closer to you than the others and someone who considered you a true friend, also just wanted to be there to keep you company. If he caught the disease trying to protect and visit you, so be it. He wasn’t really worried about it.

Little did Hajime know, you very much saw him as more than a friend. Although you’d never admit it to him, you were head over heels for your intelligent, perceptive, caring classmate. Your crush couldn’t have been bigger. When the disease first began to manifest and you were in the more mild stages of it, you tried to keep him away from the hospital, because it was clear to you which form of the disease you’d caught.

Akane had cowardice, Nagito lying, Ibuki gullibility, and you… 

It was most definitely love… or lust, or infatuation… you couldn’t quite tell. You’d like to think it was love, because if it was just lust or infatuation, you’d think you’d be climbing all over Fuyuhiko and Mikan when they came to visit, too, but so far, your grabby hands had only been reaching for Hajime. Your mind had been infected with an all-encompassing passion for Hajime Hinata, and Hajime Hinata alone.

Again, when you were more conscious and healthy at the begginning stages of the disease, you could recognize the involuntary increase of feelings swelling in your heart. You tried to warn Hajime to stay away, fully aware of what was happening to your body. He insisted on taking care of you just as he would help Mikan take care of the others, regardless of your warnings. As your fever burned and the sickness ravaged your body, you found it harder and harder to not grab at him when he approached, to not flirt shamelessly, to not look him up and down and imagine him without his shirt on. On days when the island felt hotter than usually, you subtly even suggested that he just be rid of the white uniform shirt altogether. Hajime had been a blushing mess around you all week, but had done his best to ignore the touches and advances, as he knew you weren’t in your right frame of mind. Though he secretly liked you more as a friend as well, he’d never take advantage of your predicament.

On this day in particular, the disease seemed to be at its climax. Your body was going through waves of heat flashes, sweat pouring from your hairline and onto your face.

As soon as Hajime opened the door to your hospital room, you leapt out of the bed before he could even speak a word. Your heart burned with affection as you latched onto him, jumping into his arms and smushing his face into the crevice of your breasts, very much on purpose.

“Hajime~ I missed you~” You crushed his nose into the sweaty cleavage of your bosom, wanting him to feel the warmth and love you held for him.

“(Y-Y/N)!” Hajime sputtered, stunned at the surprise attack, could barely breath, smothered into the embrace.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

You really admired Peko for her strength, skill and silent grace. She was strong and knew she was strong. She didn’t boast, she was confident in her art form. She was truly the Ultimate Swordswoman. Although it was quite hard at first, you’d managed to get close enough to her to consider her a friend. Being close to Peko by default meant you’d have to get a bit closer with Fuyuhiko as well. The pair were inseparable it seemed, and you didn’t mind that. Fuyuhiko, despite his fiery, spiky exterior, was actually much more thoughtful and kind that most people knew. You’d grown to realize that those who earned a modicum of his trust and friendship would not be disappointed in the type of man he could be. He often tagged along, pretending he didn’t want to be there when you hung out with Peko.

You stood on one side of the beach with Peko across the way on the other side. Peko took up an offensive stance, preparing for a head-on attack. She’d agreed to teach you some swordsmanship and martial arts basics here and there after seeing your interest, and so here you were, on your third lesson. Today’s learning goals included the basics of defensive stances, blocks, counters.

You weren’t picking up the skills as quickly as you’d like, though Peko always encouraged you to press on in her sisterly, stern, blunt way. Fuyuhiko stood nearby, reading some old book from the enormous library while leaned carelessly against the outside wall of the diner. He looked up occassionally to watch you two and comment, to scoff or tease when you messed up or express concern begrudgingly when he felt like Peko was going a little hard on you. Though she was supportive verbally, it seemed that she sometimes forgot her own strength compared to a beginners when it came time for action.

Frustrated with your own skills, you spaced out a bit, sighing and dropping your guard for just a moment, the wrong moment. Peko surged forward for an attack, noticing your lack of focus just a second too late.

“(Y/N), block!” Peko spoke curtly as she approached. With that wake up call, you brought the practice sword up at the very last second, just barely avoiding a head-on attack from the master swordswoman, one that probably would’ve knocked you out cold. Your pathetic excuse for a block took away a bit of the brunt impact, but Peko’s pure strength had you stumbling back still, knocked backward off your feet.

Fuyuhiko, softer in the heart than he’d like to admit, looked up upon hearing the commotion and, in an instinctual moment of reaction, dropped his book and lunged forward, ready to break your fall, if even just a little. You made eye contact with him on the way down, dropping hold of the sword and twisting to grab onto his petite frame. 

You easily tipped over his small body, taking him down with you. You instantly smothered him - your chest lining up perfectly with his nose and mouth - cutting off his airways as you two hit the ground. You were crushing him.

Profanities and protests fully muffled against your chest, Fuyuhiko struggled and swore, insulting you and hurling hateful curses from his compromising position.

Kazuichi Souda

You were making your way to Strawberry House from Grape House. In the elevator beside you was your good friend, Kazuichi, or just Kaz’, as you’d affectionately taken to calling him. You two often moved together, hanging out nearly every day, and now that you were all locked inside the funhouse, nothing had changed. In fact, with the danger of the killing game motive, you probably spent even more time linked at the hip with Kazuichi, as you liked to have each other’s back. He was a true friend to you.

Not only did you find Kazuichi’s unique style intriguing and his personality hilarious, but you really respected his unmatchable skill in engineering. He was a master, able to fix, take apart, and fix again nearly every machine or piece of tech that was thrown at him. He often, in fact, didn’t see just how amazing he was. Sure, he bragged at times, but you sensed a lot of insecurity under the surface, like he would never know just how valuable and important he actually was. You would often ask for his help fixing things or beg him to teach you some of what he knew.

On what you expected to be a short ride in the elevator, you were chatting it up with your best bud, complaining about the lack of food and the eye-strain caused by the bright walls of the fun house. One thing you two loved to do was complain together. You both just seemed to get each other.

Quite suddenly, the elevator stalled. Stopping mid-sentence, you grabbed onto Kazuichi’s forearm for reassurance as the elevator shook and thrusted to an abrupt halt with a jolt, knocking you into him. The lights flickered and went out.

“This is my worst fucking nightmare…” You chuckled nervously, grabbing onto Kazuichi tighter. He was panicking too under the surface, but being the Ultimate Mechanic, knew he was well within his skill set to fix the situation. Grumbling in displeasure, he sighed.

“Yeah, this fuckin’ sucks, but…” he started reaching out in the dark, looking for some kind of control panel or buttons, “I can probably get us outta here. Shit! If only I had just a speck of light!” You relinquished your hold on him so he could crouch, looking for some way to start his work. The panic was starting to really set in for you. What were the odds of this happening?

With a groan, the elevator lurched and shook again. 

“Kaz’!” You shrieked in the dark, leaping forward to grab onto Kazuichi, not caring one bit if you were impeding on any progress he had made. He yelped as you suctioned yourself onto him, tackling him to the ground.

“H-hey!” Kazuichi’s voice was muffled below you. You could barely make it out. “I can’t breathe!” He struggled beneath you, locked in your vice-like, terrified embrace as you ashphixiated him into your chest.

#nagito x reader #hajime x reader #fuyuhiko x reader #kazuichi x reader #teruteru x reader #byakuya x reader #byakuya twogami #ultimate imposter #nekomaru x reader #gundham tanaka x reader #commission #fluff #sfw #scenarios #imagines #reaction to #sdr2 goodbye despair #sdr2 boys #gender neutral reader #x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #danganronpa fandom #danganronpa imagine #marshmallow hell #writing commissions #THH #trigger happy havoc #v3 killing harmony #danganronpa

[alluring-eclipse]

Hiii! Could you write headcanons of the dr2 characters (you can choose whichever ones if you don't want to write all of them) with a reader (platonic) who is very realistic, and expresses it in funny/sarcastic remarks about the others and their island situation?

They will basically say things like, "Okay, so a magical bunny just freaking teleported us to God-knows-where, and now we're all living in 'Death in Paradise'... Gotcha... Perfectly normal..."

Or, will witness Nagito's behavior in the first trial and say something at that moment, literally right there in the trial room, like, "Alright, so we're stuck with a psychotic control freak who's most likely gonna kill us all 'cause of his beliefs... Yeah, I'm swimming back to Japan, peace! ✌️"

Or at some point will say, "Why are there so many crazy ppl in this class!? Damn, y'all got issues! Y'all need Jesus!" 😭

Of course love, here you go, tell me if I missed anyone please ☺

DR2 X SARCASTIC AND REALISTIC READER - PLATONIC

**Hajime Hinata:**

Your dry humor catches Hajime off guard, making him appreciate the unexpected wit. He often finds himself smirking at your comments, secretly enjoying the realism you bring to their surreal situation.

**Nagito Komaeda:**

During the first trial, you can't help but blurt out your unfiltered thoughts. "Ok, so we're stuck with a psychotic freak who's most likely gonna kill us all because of his beliefs... Yeah, I'm gonna swim back to Japan, peace!" Nagito, oddly unfazed, just smiles, "I'm sure Hope will guide you back."

**Chiaki Nanami:**

Chiaki finds your remarks refreshing, a nice break from the tension. She secretly appreciates your realistic perspective but doesn't express it openly. You become her go-to for a good laugh amidst the chaos.

**Gundham Tanaka:**

Your sarcasm amuses Gundham, and he starts including you in his grandiose speeches. "Ah, the realist amongst mortals! Even in the face of doom, your spirit remains unbroken." You roll your eyes, but it's hard not to smile.

**Mikan Tsumiki:**

Mikan is both fascinated and intimidated by your blunt remarks. She often stammers when you're around, unsure how to respond to your straightforward commentary. Despite this, she secretly admires your confidence.

**Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu:**

Fuyuhiko initially brushes off your remarks, but deep down, he appreciates your no-nonsense attitude. When things get tough, he finds himself seeking out your presence for a dose of reality.

**Akane Owari:**

Akane enjoys your humor and often challenges you to participate in her antics. She appreciates your straightforwardness, seeing it as a refreshing change in a sea of eccentric personalities.

**Sonia Nevermind:**

Sonia is intrigued by your realism, finding it a stark contrast to her royal upbringing. She subtly seeks your company, enjoying the down-to-earth perspective you bring to the group.

**Byakuya Togami:**

Your remarks manage to make even Byakuya crack a small smirk occasionally. While he won't openly admit it, he respects your practical outlook and occasionally seeks your opinion on matters.

**Ibuki Mioda:**

Ibuki adores your sarcastic humor, often incorporating it into her wild antics. The two of you make an unexpectedly entertaining duo, bringing a unique dynamic to the group.

**Teruteru Hanamura:**

Teruteru attempts to flirt with you, thinking your realism is just a façade. You shut him down with a dry comment, and he's left both impressed and slightly intimidated by your unyielding attitude.

**Mahiru Koizumi:**

Mahiru appreciates your realistic perspective, especially when it comes to organizing and planning. She often relies on your input, secretly finding comfort in your practical approach to the challenges they face.

**Nekomaru Nidai:**

-the Reader sarcastically comments on Nekomaru's intense training routines, "Oh great, the human bulldozer is here. Just what we need to survive on a deserted island – someone to clear a path to the buffet."

**Hiyoko Saionji:**

- When Hiyoko insults others,the reader fires back, "Wow, such cutting remarks. I hope you use those razor-sharp insults to build us a shelter or something equally useful."

**Kazuichi Soda:**

- Observing Kazuichi's obsession with Sonia, the reader quips, "Dude, if you put half as much effort into fixing things as you do chasing Sonia, we'd have a functional way off this island by now."

**Peko Pekoyama:**

- Seeing Peko's loyalty to Fuyuhiko, the reader deadpans, "Ah, the devoted swordswoman. Remind me to hire you for my next bodyguard gig... if we make it off this island alive, that is."

Hope you enjoyed dear, feel free to make more requests and I'll finish them as soon as I can😇

#danganronpa #x reader #danganronpa nagito #danganronpa v2 #platonic #ibuki mioda #gundham tanaka #teruteru hanamura #mikan tsumiki #nekomaru nidai #peko pekoyama #hajime hinata #mahiru koizumi #chiaki nanami #hiyoko saionji #kazuichi souda #sonia nevermind #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #akane owari #byakuya togami

[floorbe]

So glad to see that requests are open! How about pet name headcanons for the sdr2 boys? What do they call their s/o? What do they liked to be called? Thanks!

shure! spoilers under the cut//

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Hajime Hinata

-He mostly calls you sweetie, sweetheart, and dear

-Mostly comes out when he’s not thinking about it at all, like if you surprise him or something

-He’s a little embarrassed by it the first few times until you reassure him

-He likes being called anything, honestly! Just the fact that you have terms if endearment for him is amazing

-He does have a soft spot for sweetheart and the more sweet terms like pumpkin tho

-It makes him feel so fuzzy inside

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

-In public? Doll, sugar, sweetheart, hot stuff... typical tough guy pet names

-In private? Honey, sweetie, babe, less stereotypical and more fuzzy names

-You swear you heard him say bunny once. He denies it

-He warms up to pet names pretty quickly. He’ll probably call you the tough guy pet names before you’re even together as a tease

-The more intimate ones take a bit longer, and the first time he does it he is hyper aware of it and watching your reaction

-He doesn’t use them too often, mostly in public, honestly. He likes your name

-He likes being called love, dearest, angel (be careful w this one tho), anything that reminds him of just how much you love him

-The first time you call him a pet name he goes red and will stomp off if you mention it

Gundham Tanaka

-Ohh this mans, only the highest quality names for his dear love

-Queen/King if you use those terms. He also uses my true love, my dark partner, dear heart, my dear, my love... and rarely he just calls you “lover”

-The first time he uses a pet name it’s completely unintentional, but he’ll play it off like it was totally according to plan

-He’ll be flustered using them until he gets more comfortable in the relationship, in which he’ll be throwing them out more than your name

-He’s weak for any and all pet names. He’s the weakest for sweetheart, my heart, my love, and honey

-The first time you call him a pet name he freezes and has to reboot. You called him what? Oh Gods, you really do care about him, don’t you...?

-Biggest restrained smile on his face for the rest of the day

Kazuichi Souda

-Oh lord he’s so nervous to call you anything at first. Expect some “bro” and “dude” (honestly even way into the relationship, it’s just how he works lol)

-He defaults to babe and sweetie

-He also calls you honey and sugar when he’s feeling especially confident

-He’ll resort to any pet name when he wants something tho. Comedically ofc

-“Y/N, love of my life, light of my day, blood through my veins, ventilator to my heart-” “Kazuichi what do you want”

-He uses them decently often! He’s a bit nervous to use them too often but you’ll catch him calling you them naturally when not focused on it

-Oh he lovesss being called love, baby, sweetie, sweetheart, and pumpkin

-Bright red the first time he hears them, but he’s soo happy

-“H-huh?! Wait, what did you say?! Say it again!”

Nagito Komaeda

-He doesn’t use pet names at first (you’ll leave me soon, anyway, right? You wouldn’t want me calling you anything, anyway), but one day he accidentally lets one slip

-You are incredibly happy and he sees that. And something clicks for him and now he is saying them all the timeee

-My heart, my love, sweetie, pumpkin, honey, my hope... you think it, he’s said it

-He picks up on what you like the most and sticks to those

-He calls you them very often once he gets more comfortable, he likes being able to show his love and likes seeing your smile widen

-He loves any and all pet names you give him! He’s weak for my heart and lovely, tho

-The first time you use a pet name he kinda frowns and reassures you you don’t have to. But you keep doing it anyway?

-Now he just gets a big smile

Nekomaru Nidai

-Oh sweetie all the way! Dear, my love, babe, baby, hot stuff, my man/lady/partner, pumpkin, honey...

-He’s trying out all of them to see which you seem to like the most! He falls back to babe, baby, and sweetie routinely, tho.

-He also called you “my little star” once... huh? Where did that even come from? If you ask abt it he’ll just laugh and ask if you want him to call you it more

-He loves calling you pet names! He uses them soo often

-He also loves being called pet names!! They make him feel so warm and lovey

-The first time you call him one he sweeps you into a big ol hug

-He loves very lovey names, “big guy” if you’re smaller than him, babe, love, sugar... lord he’s so so weak for all of them

Teruteru Hanamura

-Pet name God. Someone stop him. He’s getting so carried away. I hope you’re ready

-Pumpkin, sugar plum, honey, sugar, sweetie, sweetheart... anything is on the table.

-He defaults to pumpkin, honey, and sugar

-He jumps into pet names immediately. He probably uses them before y’all are together when flirting tbh

-He definitely ups his usage in public to see you flustered. Just lay into him in return to decommission him

-The first time you call him my love, my heart, or pumpkin in return he has to take a second to collect himself

-Oh bright red when you first call him a pet name. Expect that twang to come out!

Byakuya Twogami

-When in his Togami disguise? He rarely uses any. Maybe a rogue “dear” once in a while

-When it’s just you two? He doesn’t use a lot of them, but he’s partial to love, dear, and maybe sweetheart if he’s feeling particularly affectionate

-He struggles to keep composure when you call him pet names, tho!! Lord help him, you’re gonna give him away with how hard he has to fight back that blush

-He may be a bit of a dick towards you when you use them, but it’s just to keep up appearances. He’ll apologize profusely later when alone

-He love any pet name you give him, even if the more intimate or “lovey” ones may fluster him

-He will never say it when he’s Togami, tho. But you’ll know, there’s always a slight quirk to his lips when he struggles to keep his smile in check

#Hajime Hinata X reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #gundham tanaka x reader #kazuichi souda x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nekomaru nidai x reader #teruteru hanamura x reader #byakuya twogami x reaer #byakuya togami x reader #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa scenario #danganronpa #all sdr2 #hello lads #i have like 19 reqs qeued up

[nerd-cat-rambles]

Tierlist!

My Danganronpa Opinion Tier-list (With rankings, EX./10 and reasons why they're ranked that way below.) (I've only played the first two games, so the V3 ones might not be accurate.)

SOME SPOILERS AHEAD

FAVOURITES:

Kiyotaka Ishimaru - AMAZING CHARACTER, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, LITERALLY KIN HIM SO MUCH, love the VA, hated his death and trial. - 10/10

Mondo Owada - He's also the best, I love his design, his character, his VA, his motive, his trial, his execution was kinda.... BUT I STILL LOVE MONDO - 10/10

Sonia Nevermind - She's so funny and her ftes are great! So good and love her in trials. Great VA, sondam is awesome. - 9/10

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu - Great Ch.Development after chp2 love him so much. - 9/10

Gundham Tanaka - I love him SO MUCH he's amazing and funny and his execution made me cry alot. Sondam for life - 9/10

I just realised Ishida wasn't on this list but Jill/Syo was, so I'm putting him below:

#. Kiyondo Ishida - Literally an icon. Wished he was in a trial with Syo. 8.8/10

Love:

6. Sayaka Maizono - I used to hate her lol, love this queen. - 8.7/10

7. Mikan Tsumiki - I might get hate for this one... - 8.5/10

8. Sakura Ogami - A sweetheart and a hero - 8.3/10

9. Chihiro Fujisaki - He's so cute I wanna pat him on the head - 8.3/10

10. Akane Owari - Underrated, love her. - 8/10

11. Hajime Hinata - Best Protag - 7.9/10

12. Kaito Momota - He believes in Gonta - 7.8/10

13. Shuichi Saihara - Pretty cool ngl I like him :3 - 7.8/10

14. Ryoma Hoshi - Underrated like Akane - 7.7/10

Like/Love:

15. Chiaki Nanami - Her FTEs are cute. Noble character. Love her. - 7.6/10

16. Nagito Komaeda - A TINY bit overrated but I still love him - 7.5/10

17. Aoi Asahina - Relatable Queen - 7.4/10

18. Genocider Syo/Jill - She's much funnier than Toko tbh. - 7.4/10

19. Byakuaya Togami - Why did I put him next to Syo lol - 7.3/10

20. Kazuichi Souda - Shark guy. Funny. He's pretty good :) - 7.2/10

21. Peko Pekoyama - Sweet character, AMAZING EXECUTION - 7.1/10

22. Nekomaru Nidai - SO UNDERRATED - 7/10

23. Kaede Akamatsu - Probably would put higher if I had played V3 - 7/10

24. Gonta Gokuhara - Super nice and sweet :) - 7/10

25. K1-B0 (Keebo) - He's actually a cutie patootie - 7/10

Like:

26. Makoto Naegi - THE CUTIE PATOOTIE - 6.9/10

27. Kyoko Kirigiri - Nice, but I couldn't love her character like everybody else tbh- - 6.8/10

28. Leon Kuwata - Chill dude, him and Ibuki probs good friends. - 6.7

29. Kokichi Ouma - He's pretty cool, good VA, cooked in his trial. - 6.7

30. Ibuki Mioda - Funny, sweet, a tiny bit overrated. My mum called her a furry once- - 6.5

31. Monokuma - How can you not like the mascot y'all- - 6.4 bc he killed my faves :,)

32. Rantaro Amami - He's cool, but idk him well. Wish we got to see his character more. - 6.3

33. Korekiyo Shinguji - Chill guy, interesting, weird subplot. - 6.2

34. Himiko Yumeno - Overhated tbh, cute, nice, cries a bit too much. - 6.1/10

35. Maki Harukawa - Not a big fan of the quiet brooding ch. but Idk her well so I won't judge too much. :) - 6/10

Neutrual - Like:

36. Celestia Ludenburg - She's pretty cool, trash motive, lied about Taka. That's the reason she isn't higher. 5.9/10

37. Toko Fukawa - A bit creepy, weird, but I still like her. Glad she survived tho tbh. - 5.8/10

38. Tenko Chabashira - Idk her charcater, I just know her "degenerate male" thingy, which is... interesting... no hate tho - 5.7/10

39. Mukuro Ikusaba - Wish she was in THH longer! OMG FAKE-JUNKO WAS SO COOL! Didn't see enough of her to rate higher. - 5.6/10

40. Izuru Kamakura - Cool concept, overrated tho- 5.5/10

41. Junko Enoshima - Cool ch. shit motive. Killed my faves- 5.3/10

42. Imposter/"Byakuya" - Good in SDR2 but didn't see enough of him :( - 5.2/10

43. Usami/Monomi - Cute mascot but I skipped her ALL of her dialogue because she annoyed TF out of me. - 5.1/10

44. Tsumugi Shirogane - GREAT VA but, I kinda don't know what to think about her. - 5.1/10

Neutral:

45. Yasuhiro Hagakure - A bit of a silly-billy, I dunno how he survived. He's closer to like than dislike tho. 5/10

46. Kirumi Tojo - She has the same VA as Hiyoko. HOW. Anyways, talented VA, cool execution, wish we got to see more of her tho. 5/10

47. Monodam - Apparently not as bad at the other ones? Byakuyas VA- 5/10

Neutral-Dislike:

48. Angie Yonaga - PRETTY DESIGN, GREAT VA, still not sure about her tho tbh... 4.6/10

49. Mahiru Koizumi - Boring, annoying, complains alot tbh, had great potential which wasn't used well. - 4.4/10

50. Teruteru Hanamura - Kinda... interesting. Surprisingly humane motive. I actually prefer him to Mahiru now... 4.3/10 (changed to 4.5/10)

Dislike:

51. Miu Iruma - There's alot to say about this girl... uh... 4.2/10

52. Hiyoko Saionji - Insufferable. I hate her, WHINY AND ANNOYING, I skipped all her dialogue. 3/10

53. Hifumi Yamada - I hate him, but I put him in this category bc why not. Skipped all of his dialogue, he annoyed me so much. I ignored him. He killed Taka for no reason. 2.5/10 because he was helpful in one trial.

HATE:

All the Monokubs, except I forgot their names. Incest weirdos, no point in the whole thing. 2/10

Anyway, my ranking is a bit controversial, so tell me what you guys think! <3

#danganronpa #kiyotaka ishimaru #leon kuwata #celestia ludenberg #dr1 #ignore tags #ishimondo #drv2 goodbye despair #sdr2 goodbye despair #sdr2 #sdr2 nagito #danganronpa sdr2 #hajime hinata #chiaki nanami #nagito komaeda #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa goodbye despair #sdr2 komaeda #teruteru hanamura #mikan tsumiki #nekomaru nidai #peko pekoyama #akane owari #ibuki mioda #hiyoko saionji #kazuichi soda #sonia x gundham #gundham tanaka #izuru kamukura #sondam

[vrisrezis]

Hello! I hope this isn't too pressuring. I had a run-through of your danganronpa works and they were just??? Chef's kiss? 💕✨ They're so engaging and it all makes me want to keep reading more. I'd love to hear more of your ideas so, how do you think the Danganronpa 2 cast would react to somebody having a crush on them?

Not in the stalkery way but in the kind that they genuinely appreciate them as a person, are interested to know more about their hobbies, care about their well-being, include them in activities, and all that kind of stuff! I know you've done works on characters having a crush on someone before but I'm interested on how they'd react if the situation was reversed and it was someone absolutely admiring them instead.

Ty if you do decide to write this! Stay safe, I hope you're enjoying your time as a writer on tumblr. If you ever need a break, it's alright. Have a nice day or night!💛

Ty for the kind words! Enjoy

Teruteru would be very pleased by this, of course! He may act like a flirt but he doesn’t have people interested in him ever, especially not like this! However he does notice this, and while at times he may brag about how you’re totally into him, he loves it. He loves talking about his cooking and about his mother, and has probably introduced the two of you by now. He absolutely adores knowing how much you love him!

Mahiru at first tries to come up with many excuses at to why you act a certain way around her, but thanks to hiyoko she can no longer make any more excuses for you. She eventually accepts you have a massive crush on her. She finds the stuff you do for her to be very sweet, especially since it’s kinda her love language for people to do things for her and genuinely be interested in her interests. She’s good at caring for others, but she appreciates being cared for back.

Peko won’t realize your feelings, for awhile. However, once she becomes more independent and stops seeing herself as simply a tool and a human being, she starts to notice these things about you, and opens up to the possibility that somebody could have romantic feelings for her. She appreciates all of it, and tries to return the favor.

Ibuki is smarter than she looks and is pretty quick to figuring it out! She thinks your crush on her is plain adorable! She waits it out, hoping you’ll confess to her first! She wouldn’t wanna ruin anything if you had something planned, but she’s never been the patient type so if you take too long she’s gonna just cut to the chase already!

Hiyoko may make excuses for your behavior like Mahiru, but she comes to the conclusion you like her a lot faster than Mahiru does. She will go out her way to ask you for things because she knows you’ll get it for her or do it for her! But she’s not completely taking advantage, she plans on confessing her feelings and returning the favor to you!

Mikan may see your advances as simply… friendship.. honestly. We all know mikan isn’t used to people being nice to her, and it takes awhile for her to accept you even care about the stuff she enjoys. She believes for awhile you caring for her is out of self pity, so she’s honestly completely oblivious to all the signs, but coincidentally those signs make her fall for you more.

Nekomaru doesn’t notice either, he’s not exactly the romance typa dude. Romance has never been his game, but he will notice you seem to care for him a lot more than the others. He appreciates your kindness, and that you care a lot about his thoughts and feelings. He will confess to you on his own, without even figuring out if you return his feelings.

Gundham is another that doesn’t notice, due to not making too many friends growing up, if at all. He’s rather lonely and doesn’t know what friendship looks like, so you caring for him only seems normal for companions, nothing more. He is always flustered however by you showing how much you care about his four dark devas, as well as anything else he talks about.

Nagito really can’t comprehend the idea of anyone liking him, especially not somebody he has romantic feelings for. So he doesn’t suspect a thing, despite the signs. He’s a smart guy, but he hates himself way too much to notice. He will note that you care for him, way more than anyone ever has before and it makes him feel all warm inside that you actually listen to his hope rambles.

Chiaki will get the feeling you like her, but she won’t be 100% sure. She’s smart enough to realize the signs, but she second guesses herself sometimes. In any event, she likes that you’re willing to indulge in her video games, whether that’s watching her play or playing with her, even though you lose everytime. She appreciates that, since not everyone cares as much as you do.

Sonia does not notice a god damn thing, if souda is anything to go by. She’s a little oblivious to people liking her, because she’s used to it. She’s not goi my to notice people like her if plenty of people already do and treat her a certain way. However she appreciates how much you care more than the others, because you genuinely care for her well being as well as her thoughts, opinions, feelings, interests, etc. you don’t care because she’s the ultimate princess or because she’s pretty, you care because you two are friends.

Akane doesn’t notice either, since she can be oblivious to that sorta thing. She’s not that intelligent for one, but she also just doesn’t get involved in romantics typically. She doesn’t take notice to a lot of the signs, other than the fact you care for her a lot which she just thinks is because you’re close. She plans to tell you how she feels for you on her own though.

Souda catches on, very quickly. This is only because he is the same way with you, so it’s honestly just two simps after eachother who are too scared to get it over with and confess already cause both of you are unsure if eachother is joking or not. In any event, his heart gets really warm upon realizing somebody likes him just as much as he likes that somebody.

Fuyuhiko will catch on eventually, but he’s pretty oblivious with romance to be perfectly honest. He appreciates how much you seem to care for him and admire him, although he doesn’t really understand it. It just makes him wanna be a better person just for you, he wants to truly be somebody you can look up to.

Hajime obviously struggles with confidence so he doesn’t really get what you see in him and for a bit may not notice your feelings towards him. He’s not a complete moron though so he will catch on and probably tells you how he feels before you get the chance to tell him.

#danganronpa sdr2 x reader #sdr2 imagines #sdr2 x reader #hajime hinata x reader #hajime x reader #fuyuhiko x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #kazuichi soda x reader #sonia nevermind x reader #akane owari x reader #teruteru x reader #mahiru koizumi x reader #mahiru x reader #hiyoko saionji x reader #mikan tsumiki x reader #ibuki mioda x reader #ibuki x reader #gundham tanaka x reader #gundham x reader #nekomaru x reader #nekomaru nidai x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x you #chiaki x reader #chiaki nanami x reader #danganronpa x reader

[sips-tea-cutely]

Can you write sdr2 boys if they were dating an ultimate spirit medium? Personality is cheery, bubble, outgoing, stubborn, and overbearing!

Sdr2 boys dating a bubbly ultimate spirit medium

a/n: the sdr2 cast is so hard to write :distressed:

#Hajime Hinata

he finds every ultimate cool, what do you think 😨😨

wouldn’t be really TOO interested in your talent pre/during killing game.

i feel like post-danganronpa, he’d really want to talk to chiaki but he knows he needs to move on so he decides against it, plus he was you after all. why talk to your dead bsf when you have an alive s/o 😐😐

ANYWAYS, during the killing game, he’d def be running to you for hints and to be his investigation partner (along with chianki, detective trio!!) after nagito went nuts

imagine if your a bit like toritsuka from saiki k, he’d definitely freak out if you could see ghosts in his dorm 😰😰

#Byakuya Twogami

imposter would find you… interesting to say the least???

how can someone be so cheery while talking to dead people 😟😟 they genuinely wanted to know but like they remembered they were dressed up as byakuya

“what foolishness. how can one be so exuberant and happy-go-lucky whilst having such a dreadful talent? tch…”

pls answer them, they need to know/gen 👁👁

#Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

“hey fuyuhiko, theres a spirit named _____, they want to s-“ “👁👁”

HASHSH ok but besides that, he’d find it pretty interesting tbh

post-trial 2, he’d ask you to mediate a conversation between him and peko as a final goodbye. after that i think he’d finally be satisfied and would move on

i feel like post killing game fuyuhiko would ask you if natsumi is okay, still not over her 😪😪

tbh though, at first i think he’d be terrified to approach you cause like what if one of the people he’s hunted down wants to talk to him? what then, would they be angry??

#Gundham Tanaka

help i think this would boost his god/chuunibyou complex 💀💀

“AHA, KAZUICHI, YOU HAD ONCE SAID THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS THE UNDERWORLD, BUT S/O, THE SUSTAINER OF HEAVENLY PRINCIPLES’ ULTIMATE TALENT ITSELF PROVES ITS’ EXISTENCE”

i feel like in the non-despair/UTDP AU, he’d brag about it to people that are kinda similar/related

omg youre the ultimate anthropologist who does seances? too bad, s/o is better. ultimate prisoner? yea, s/o could totally find the people you killed

omg ok but he really does love you sm, not just for your talent, would def love how you’re so cheery despite having such a despair-inducing talent

im praying to god that you also get into his false reality cause you’d be defending his little reality from kazuichi and i swear, i heard his heart skip a beat (im cham-p btw 😍😍)

#Kazuichi Soda

he’d find you pretty cool tbhh

i dont think that your talent would change any of his feelings but he’d definitely think its interesting

tbh i think he’d try to make devices to help make your talent a little bit easier like maybe a little spirit box or incense scent releaser

i feel like you’d have a thing where you refuse to accept his gifts but his love language is giving gifts and receiving words of affection so yea, it’d be little lighthearted fights aww <33

like i said, nothing would change, as long as you love him <33

#Nagito Komaeda

oh my god, youre amazing 😨😨😨

he would definitely use you as an example to everyone else for what it means to smile at despair in the name of hope

nagito for sure has a lot of people he’d like to talk to; maybe his parents or even his dog would be enough 😞😞 but i feel he’d be scared to do it for two reasons;

1: youre an ultimate! why should a talentless and worthless human being like him even get to ask you for a favor? to him, he seems to be very selfish for even thinking of asking for that

2: he also doesn’t want you to think that he only cares for you to use you as a medium to talk to his parents. sure, at first, he admired you for being a symbol of absolute hope but after getting to know you, he truly fell in love. and the longer he fell, the less of a need to cling to the past as long as his final wish was fulfilled; to be loved by someone before he dies.

#Nekomaru Nidai

YOUR TALENT IS SO COOL OFKFDJN

he would think that training would lowkey make your skill much more easier to practice

he wouldn’t really be too interested in using your talent for his own purposes but he would constantly push the ‘s/o uses their ability to solve the trial’ agenda WJSJSJS but monokuma didn’t allow it

would also ask a bunch of questions about your talent— does it give you a headache, how many spirits can you take, etc

AJSJSSJ im sry i cant think of alot 😭😭

#Teruteru Hanamura

ok i actually have a lot of ideas for teruteru.

so pre/during killing game, he wouldn’t really do anything about your talent, why would he, he’s a chef!

when ibuki suggests to use your talent to talk to byakuya’s spirit, teruteru would almost lose his cool and release his accent (he thankfully didn’t)

and also thankfully, monokuma banned you from using your talent since it’d make the trial boring if they all just relied on you

and then post killing game i feel like he’d ask you to help him talk to his dead mom since im pretty sure its hinted that shes dead

also also omg youre his personal taste tester and i swear to shuichis baseball cap that it’s all food wars clothes-removing inducing kind of good like *chef kiss*

#mod maki #danganronpa #goodbye despair #hajime hinata #hajime hinata x reader #ultimate imposter #ultimate imposter x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #gundham tanaka #kazuichi soda #gundham tanaka x reader #kazuichi soda x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nekomaru nidai #nekomaru nidai x reader #teruteru hanamura #teruteru hanamura x reader #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader

[owlcoven]

DR2 Characters come to your concert! (Ultimate Singer)

You use gender-neutral pronouns! (C/N) is city name in this context! Your music genre is all over the place, but this concert is just focusing on indie songs for now.

Where do I even begin? Honestly, it was more of a surprise that they were coming. You invited them all multiple times, only for them to reject you because they had other plans or “just didn’t feel like it”.

It was a huge crowd, you lost count of how many people came, but if you had to guess, it'd probably be over 250k. You were a pretty popular singer you were everywhere, in interviews, on news reports, even on fashion shows. If you were into that sort of stuff.

You got ready for your big show, sighing, wishing your friends were there to enjoy this moment with you. You step out on stage and put on a big smile for your crowd. “What is up, (C/N)!” You shout and in return, the crowd shouts back your name. Reaching out to you, dancing even though no music was playing yet.

“(Y/N)! Over here!” A familiar voice roared. You glanced over to the crowd and saw none other than your friends, cheering you on. It was Nekomaru calling out to you. You put on a big grin and wave to him. You jump down off the stage and walk over to the fence where Nekomaru and the others were. “I didn't think you'd guys would make it!” You tell them with happy tears leaving your eyes.

“Aw, anything for our friend. A hot one too.” Teruteru winks, but of course, you shrug him off and just pat his head. “Anyways, I bought us all tickets. We couldn't miss it for the world.” Nagito grinned. “Ah, how hopeful, a concert hosted by our friend brings us all together!” He went on his hope rant.

“Where's Peko and Ibuki? Where is Hiyoko and Mahiru?” You ask. “Were they not able to come?” You added, a little sad for them. “A-Ah, no, they're over there!” Mikan pointed to the stage. Hiyoko was dancing, Ibuki was preparing to jam out, and Peko was just scanning the area, making sure nothing would go wrong during your performance.

“Yes, yes. The Overlord of Ice has made it, even he-” Gundham was cut off by Kazuichi pushing him out of the way. “What song will you play first? Midnight? Escapism? I really love them both.” He grinned, excitedly. “Escapsim first, then Midnight.” Fuyuhiko suggested. “Noted, oh I must go now, thank you all for coming!” You smile, happily.

You performed happily, giving it your all. Seeing your friends just boosted your energy, making this concert experience the best one out of all. After the concert, you all went out to eat and talk about your next concert location. They loved the concert, they plan to go do every single one, if able.

#danganronpa 2 #writers on tumblr #fanfic writer #fanfic #gender neutral reader #reader insert #reqs open #imagines #kazuichi soda x reader #gundham x reader #nekomaru x reader #fuyuhiko x reader #peko x reader #nagito x reader #short story #teruteru x reader #mahiru x reader #ibuki x reader #hiyoko x reader

[urban-witch101]

Hey let's rate the DGR2 formal outfits part 1

Hey look it's the sequel nobody asked for a year late-

Hajime

Oh look, a protagonist who isn't boring!

Hajime is easily my favorite protag. I love Makoto, but Hajime has some snark.

Matches his OG outfit pretty well, but honestly I think a tie would work better. He has one the whole game, and you're gonna tell me he gets a bow tie?

8/10, yes I'm biased.

Twogami

What is it with fat people in these games getting stuck with stripes?

I LOVE the coat.

I can't put my finger on why but they look so much more confident than Togami.

They look like they've got a semblance of their shit together while Togami is just such a coward-

9/10, very in character

Hiyoko

Itty bitty bitch baby

Look at her!

And it's clearly not her old outfit recolored, the hair and textures are all different!

It's pleasant to the eye.

9/10, she's adorable!

Mahiru

Words cannot describe how much I despise this outfit.

This outfit is artsy and cute and fun, but it's not her.

It's so tacky. Her original outfit was just kind of this light academia schoolgirl outfit. Like very photojournalist vibes. It was a little bland, but that was the point.

This is so much. It's like they were overcompensating so they put all the stereotypical art student outfit choices into one thing and it just. Isn't. Her.

0/10, I love Mahiru and they did her so dirty

Soda

This is almost just as bad as Mahiru.

The top half? Excellent. I don't like the color scheme and how it matches his work uniform but I can overlook that.

The slicked-back hair and spectacles? The patches, the tie, the suspenders??

Excellent. So in character.

And then we hit the ankles. WHY.

2/10, he's not even wearing socks.

Mikan

Am I fully aware that Mikan was made for fan service, and that applies to the anniversary? Yes. I don't care. I still hate this.

This is a semi formal celebration and you are in leather high thighs. Like if you got it then rock it but can Sexy Britney Spears Knock-Off stay home?

0/10, I'd be here for hours if I delved into every little thing wrong with this one.

Nekomaru

Why is nobody wearing socks

He's wearing skinny capris. You can see the muscle in his thighs and his fucking knees. Why.

I've never looked at a person and so clearly seen that they dressed themselves, and how they did it.

He's an athlete trainer/manager, he doesn't do formal shit. The most effort he put was probably deciding how much cleavage to go with lmao

6/10, he tried and I laughed.

Teruteru

Pfffft-

Okay okay. Hang on.

It's like if the Pillsbury dough boy was an aesthetic.

I want to like Teruteru, I really do, but his creepy behavior is not it.

That being said, this is something he would wear. I'm not sure if he's pulling it off.

What is that in the middle? A big-ass belt?? A waist trainer??? Help.

5/10, as disappointing as he is.

Part two coming out whenever I feel like it ✌️

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #hiyoko saionji #hajime hinata #byakuya togami #the imposter #mahiru koizumi #kazuichi x reader #teruteru hanamura #nekomaru nidai #mikan tsumiki #danganronpa 10th anniversary #wednesday roast

[forbidding-souda]

Hey! How are you today?

Could I request Teruteru/Gundham/Kazuichi × gnc boy reader?

Me not requesting teruteru only, what a surprise  :0

Hope you're doing well!

See you!

- 🐭🌙

Teruteru Hanamura, Gundham Tanaka, and Kazuichi Souda with a gender non-conforming boyfriend

HELLO!!! Look at me writing your request. Confession it took so long because I forgot it was in the ask box as if it's literally not the most noticable one bye my bad

I'm watching The Wretched rn on Netflix and tbh i have not been paying attention but it's pretty good. Update I completely missed the ending bc I forgot I turned it on and I went downstairs and made soup so if the ending is trash then idk.

currently watching: The Wretched

-Mod Souda

Teruteru Hanamura

✯ His attraction towards you physically comes from you're openness when it comes from things like gender and the such. He considers that form of openness to be desirable in somebody, as he himself is not afraid to indulge in things considered feminine. Whatever you want to do: whichever way you combine femininity and masculinity to create something neutral, he would be more than willing to go along with it and partake.

For a time he was so lost in concentration as to forget the sleepiness in his eyes. He had noted with his professional thought process that the pancakes are rising later than they usual do, which is something that doesn't matter, it's literally just an observation to keep his mind going.

Now, as he flips them with that same dramatic flare (no one is even looking), he had no time to hear you entering the kitchen from behind him.

"Smells good," you said aloud, yawning. "Thank you."

His words were picked up even though they were quiet. "Good morning, sleeping beauty."

When you say good morning back, he looks at you right as you glance his way. You notice the blush forming on his face that wasn't there before and it makes you laugh. All you said was good morning.

✯ He be cooking you breakfast everyday like there's no way he isn't waking up early just to send you off with the first meal of the day.

✯ Omg the two of you can do skincare routines together. Pink facemasks and him painting your nails.

✯ He knows a lot about being feminine from his sister, who is like peak femininity. Growing up being an older figure to her meant learning how to braid hair and to add at least 3 coats of polish to make sure the coloring doesn't flake off easy.

✯ He does your laundry sometimes and it's always fun to see what clothes you have. He likes doing laundry for this main reason.

✯ When he introduces you as his boyfriend / partner all his friends are like yep that makes sense.

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Gundham Tanaka

✯ He does things for the sake of aesthetic rather than for the sake of gender. His love for painting his nails (and the smeared remnants on his thighs and palm) comes from the rockers he saw on the big screen. His earrings are from his mother's side, and his eyeliner is from the drug store. Everything he has he has worked for, and now that the two of you are living together, he can steal a bunch of your shit and use it as his own. Excellent.

A section of the jacket, right on the inside where the side of his thigh is, has embroidery of your name. His shoes have your signature on them as well, and it was then that he realized the feelings he feels towards you is love. There seems no possibility of anything else, especially considering the fact that it's an unrecognizable feeling; something new [and nowhere near something bad] He woke up Tuesday morning to feed the animals, leaving you in the bed (your feet were hanging out from the blanket so he covered them before he left). He shushes the dogs and makes sure the clanking of the many hooves isn't loud enough to carry to the bedroom. "What would you do?" He asks the goat as he scratches under its chin. Your voice comes from behind him. "About what?" "Nothing..." "I just thought," you smile, "you mentioned something about love." He grunts, but to you it sounds more like a hum. Did he really say those things out loud?

✯ He loves opening his trench coat as you hug him and just swallowing you inside of it.

✯ He's gonna completely fluster himself through calling you things like "my lord" or "my treasure", "my mystique".

✯ If you have spare necklaces or bracelets then he'll wear those (ah and imagine him with kandi on... PLUR on, brother).

✯ He also loves being able to say boyfriend. That shit makes him all flustered. "That's my boyfriend." giggling and twirling his hair between his fingers.

✯ "Your beauty is one that goes beyond the stars."

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Kazuichi Souda

✯ He used mixed gender norms as a means of getting more popular. Introducing the fact that he has a boyfriend now (meaning accepting no hoes) he can visibly enjoy his appearance and the ways he's constructed it. He'll dye his hair whatever color you want, he'll let you braid strands of it and keep them that way for however long they last. His appearance is way more flexible than it was before and this is mainly because he sees how fluid you are. He also just generally wants to match with you but.

Bothering him while he works is so easy, and it's so fun. You like sitting on the edge of the car after he lifts the lid. You give him a sympathetic smile as you brush his hair from his face, his mess of pink hair everywhere after he takes off his beanies. "You look so good today." His grumbles come from a place of shyness rather than a place of annoyance. He hates (loves) it when you touch him. "Yeah, yeah, don't you have work to do?" You chuckle at him, lifting your shirt to wipe your face, him staring at your chest while grinding his teeth. You meet his eyes when you pull it back down. "I'll come see you after I finish. I know you'll miss me."

✯ The two of you are like pencil liner vs. liquid liner.

✯ He steals your fashion sense.

✯ His way of flirting is slinging his jacket around your shoulders and refusing to let you give it back. It's yours now until no it's not (now, how long does it take before he wants it back?).

✯ Whenever he talks to you it'll be hard to make eye-contact because he'll just be examining your outfit. It's something he does subconsciously.

✯ When he goes in for a hug he wraps his arm around your chest and holds his head against your sternum. It makes him come off as vulnerable (because he is).

#teruteru hanamura x reader #gundham tanaka x reader #kazuichi souda x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #teruteru hanamura x male reader #gundham tanaka x male reader #kazuichi souda x male reader #x reader

[ultimatenaoki]

Introduction, rules and navigation

Hello everybody, I hope you have a good day/night.

Please refer to me as Naoki and using he/him pronouns.

This blog will be for Danganronpa and Danganronpa only.

English isn’t my first language so sorry for any mistake.

Now let’s pass on to the rules:

I write for male reader/gn reader

I write fluff, smut and angst (only with happy ending)

I write mostly for bottom reader

I don’t write for incest, pedophilia (I can write for WOH but only platonic)

I write poly relationships

When requesting please gives as much detail as possible and specific if you want a male or a gn reader story and if you want head canons or not

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[m-y-fandoms]

(NEW!) Super Danganronpa 2 boys reaction to: their S/O thinking they were going to hurt them - COMMISSION

You feral beasts have been asking for this for like two years LMAO. Someone finally commissioned me to do it so let's get it!

V3 boys version link

The reader's pronouns are never mentioned, so anyone can read this with themselves in mind!

Word Count:  13k words!! 4.8k of those words are Nagito's section alone, as the commissioner requested for Nagito's to be longer than the rest (Please show this some love my hands hurt)

Trope/Scenario: A couple is in an argument or stressful situation. One partner moves suddenly, maybe to ruffle their hair or wipe sweat from their face, maybe grab something or gesture as they yell, but their S/O cowers/flinches at the sudden movement, and braces themselves or cries out, thinking their partner was about to hit/hurt them. Then, the angst ends in fluff with the other partner expressing that they would never hurt their beloved. I will make variations to this base concept to spice up the piece and fit the characters because we DON'T do O.O.C. here!

WARNINGS: SPOILERS FOR ALL OF SDR2/SDR2 CONTEXT NEEDED TO UNDERSTAND SOME SECTIONS - additionally, SFW sexual content-wise, but mature themes are explored like explicit language, possessiveness, abuse, and unhealthy relationships. Remember, the games themselves are rated M.

Nagito Komaeda

It all happened so fast. You’d begged them not to do it. It didn’t need to go down that way. This never would’ve happened if they’d just listened to you.

It all happened so fast. One second your friends, your best and only friends, were piling onto your boyfriend, pinning him to the ground of the hotel lobby and the next, the world became an explosion of fiery red. A loud blast rang in your ears like a flash bomb or a gunshot fired off right beside your head without protective equipment. Kazuichi went flying, the back of Akane’s clothes were aflame. Fuyuhiko took on an expression you’d never thought you’d see from the resident tough guy of the group: eyes wide in genuine terror, mouth agape as he dove forward and away from the blast.

You begged them not to do this. Don’t corner him. Don’t force his hand. You knew him better than anyone else. And they didn’t listen to you.

You’d all grouped up before hand (minus Nagito of course) to discuss what to do about him. He was getting more and more unhinged as the days went on. Before the funhouse, everyone except for you saw him as a bit crazy, a nuisance, a freak but safe at a distance. Now… he was clearly a danger to himself and others. He knew something you all didn’t, and it was sending him into the self righteous hope power trip of the century. Something was so very different from the Nagito you knew and loved.

You’d warned them that it wouldn’t be like last time. He wouldn’t submissively let them tie him up in the old building and wait to be fed or released by Monomi. He was on the warpath now. You knew him. Once he got an idea in his head, that was it.

Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi had dismissed you immediately. You loved him. You’d do anything to protect that freak. They weren’t gonna heed your warning, because at the end of the day, you cared about him just a little more than you cared about the rest of them. Hajime and Sonia, even Chiaki - the more compassionate members of the group - had looked at you with pity in their eyes. They knew the last thing you wanted was to see your boyfriend tied up or hurt, and they felt for you, but at this point, the main focus had to be figuring out who put them on this island so they could escape, and preventing more death. Nagito was getting in the way of that. He needed to be restrained.

You never thought it would be like this, though. You knew he’d retaliate this time, that he’d resist, but maybe in the form of a struggle with his attacker: a punch, a kick, running away, hiding… not a fucking bomb.

As the explosion rang out from behind you, sending you leaping forward defensively, the world seemed to move in slow motion.

How could he do this? It’s one thing to fight off those who are actively trying to subdue you, but to blow up the entire hotel? He was really willing to hurt or even kill everyone too close to the blast, even those with little to nothing to do with the plan? What about you, who he claimed to love, who was his shining hope, who had been the only one in his corner at all times? He was willing to just blow you away as well?

Time sped up again, and you sat with your legs crossed in the rubble, ash and sweat smearing your skin. You just sat there, breaths hitching in your throat as you held back tears that threatened to fall. It felt like you were in a trance as you sat and thought this all over. Nevermind the flames at your back or smoke in the air. Why, why, why???

It wasn’t the little bit of blood running down your arm or the ringing in your ears that broke through your haze, but the clap of a hand on your shoulder blade. You turned and looked up at Hajime, dust in his hair and a cut on his cheek. The white uniform shirt he always wore was stained up and torn in one area.

“Hey, (Y-Y/N)!” He coughed, soot in his throat. “Are you alright? Come on, we gotta get out of here! Smoke’s not-” a beam collapsed behind him, startling him as he hooked his hands under your armpits and lifted you from your seated position. “Come on, this smoke’ll kill you!” You stood with his help, still halfway in a state of shock, and in truth embarrassment that the one you constantly defended from your group of peers had done all this…

“Is everyone…” you spoke weakly, your mind flashing to the safety of your friends.

“Everyone else is out. They’re safe, let’s go!” Hajime guided you out the way he came in looking for you, past a flipped couch and under a fallen beam. Once out in the fresh air, you regrouped with the rest, all in various states of shaken up.

Sonia immediately rushed over to you, ripping the red bow tie from her neck and dabbing the cut on your arm with the fabric before wrapping it around the wound. You thanked her with a nod. Akane, usually a bit scantily-clad anyway, had most of her remaining clothes singed off or torn. She looked more defeated then you’d seen her since Nekomaru’s death. She’d probably bounce right back soon though, knowing her. Fuyuhiko looked more pissed than usual, sitting by the pool alone. Kazuichi was being tended to by Chiaki. You overheard her saying Monomi would be bringing medical supplies and helping transport those seriously injured to the hospital for a quick check up. The students protested, however, wanting to stick together in the resort and heal up in their cabins. Your eyes bounced around the group, looking for someone in particular, though you didn’t know why.

Why? Were you truly that delusional? You must’ve been under some type of love hex. Had you Stockholm Syndrome’d yourself into being blind to his every fault? You couldn’t help it - you couldn’t deny the feelings you retained.

“Where’s…?” Your words faded off, thinking better of it. Maybe this was the wrong time. They probably didn’t want to hear about the dude who just tried to send them on a one way trip to heaven. It was too late, your words had been picked up by Fuyuhiko’s relatively undamaged ears.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffed, yelling over from the pool. “He ran off as soon as he got the chance. Didn’t waste a second to make sure you were okay. You’re still worried about that asshole? He just tried to fucking kill us! You must be as crazy as him. I’m starting to think so, at this point…” 

“Fuyuhiko…” Sonia warned, a small frown creasing her porcelain face. Fuyuhiko sighed deeply, backing off the attack. He didn’t mean that last bit, he was just frustrated. He threw in the towel, too tired to continue putting up a fight. The old Fuyuhiko would've laid into you a little longer. True to his word, he was a changed man. He shook his head and went silent, disappointed in you to say the least.

You were a bit disappointed in yourself as well, frankly. Why did you still want to see him so badly, to make sure he wasn’t hurt, to make sure he knew you still cared? You didn’t know what you’d even do if you saw him again. The mix of fear, confusion and foolish adoration was potent within you right now.

After assessing everyone’s needs and injuries, it was decided that you all were to go to your cabins and rest for the night. Tomorrow, you would go as a group to the new island unguarded by its Monobeast and resume the search for the truth and freedom.

“Everyone just… yell as loud as you can, or run out of your cabin and alert the others if… if anything happens,” He looked you in the eyes as he spoke those last few words. Hajime chose the phrasing carefully but you all knew what he meant:

If Nagito came around looking to further this deranged and deadly plan of his. 

They said as he ran off he was blabbering on, yelling about the “end of Jabberwock Island” and such. It was pretty clear to the entire group that whatever he had in mind would mean chaos and peril for everyone still left alive.

~

Now back in your cabin, the sun had long since set as you continued to pace back and forth across the floor, from the full length mirror on your sliding closet door, to the entrance, then over to the small bathroom area and back again. You’d not even taken the time to shower and change your clothes. You were still a mess, your thoughts too busy to care about the blood and grime coating you.

Your mind raced, taking in everything that had happened so far in this nightmare of a class trip, taking in everything that could happen fairly soon. 

Your mind bounced to Nagito, purposely being coy when you all needed his mind desperately during trials. 

To Nagito, who actively tried to hurt someone in the very first trial, who offered to help a blackened if they ever needed him.

To Nagito, who held you close at nights and who you could open up to for hours. The same Nagito who you’d fallen for, body and mind, and who now was an object of fear and anxiety for you.

Were you really scared of him now…? Your Nagito?

A quiet knock at your door shook you out of your pacing routine. You figured it was Hajime, arranging another group meeting or maybe sweet Sonia coming to check up on you. Rushing to the door, you opened it just a crack and peeked out.

Your blood ran cold, a shiver shot down your spine. You’d never reacted to seeing him like this before. Not even close.

“Hello there, (Y/N). Oh wow, you look awful…” Nagito smiled gently at first, then the corners of his mouth slightly drooped, downturned at the state of you. You looked yourself up and down once quickly, now acknowledging that you had in fact forgotten to wash up, overwhelmed by the day. A moment passed with your heart beat picking up quickly, and you began to merely stare at him silently through the crack, unsure of how to proceed. Should you scream? Should you warn the others? Even if Nagito wouldn’t hurt you, what if he made his rounds to the other cabins and hurt the others? He wouldn’t hurt you, right? That assumption of yours was correct, right? You weren’t so sure anymore. “Well, are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna let me in?” He smiled innocently again before pushing his way past you and into the expanse of your personalized cabin. Your safe space.

“Nagito…” You let yourself exhale the breath you’d been holding in, turning to close the cabin door behind him. You hesitated on the door knob, contemplating making a break for it right then and there. “What are you doing here?” You tried to keep your voice steady and even, even as your chest thumped.

“What?” His brow furrowed, rounding on you as you closed shut the door and turned to face him. “What do you mean? I always hang out with you here!” Was he just not going to acknowledge today, when you literally could’ve died due to his actions? “I kinda missed it, you know, the smell of your cabin, your smell. Being in the funhouse all those days was such a bummer.” Approaching you in two strides of his long slender legs, he took you tightly into his arms, nevermind the dirt and ash that transferred from your clothes to his.

“N-Nagi-” your words were muffled into the fabric of his green jacket, and for a moment your spine stiffened, not sure how to receive the hug. You corrected yourself though, and relaxed, embracing him back. Nagito was volatile right now, extremely unstable, and you didn’t want to be perceived as disloyal, untrusting. Nothing to trigger him. He was clingy and needy with you quite often and that part you didn’t mind. You cared for him the way he was… but who he was had slowly been changing. Ever since he entered that damned Final Dead Room.

Nagito didn’t miss a thing, however, and you knew that. Your hesitation to hug him back made a blip on his radar.

“Is everything alright? How is my little ray of hope tonight?” He pulled back a bit, holding you at arm’s length to observe your features closely. This was so uncomfortable: the scrutinizing gaze, the sorry state of your body at that very moment, the sweat that began to bead on your forehead.

“Well, Nagito, you…” you wanted to soften the blow, and so took the initiative to this time hug him first, leaning your head onto his chest. This is what he wanted, right? Play along, don’t slip up. It’s funny, when your head rested flat against him and you inhaled his familiar scent, you felt that warm feeling that made you fall for him for just a second, until you began to finish your thought. “... today… earlier today… why did you do that? I mean… how could you, to me of all people? What if… I mean what if that explosion killed me?” Your heart beat sped up.

“Oh, silly, it wouldn’t have!” He replied as if the answer were obvious. “You’re my shining hope, my everything, and that bomb was only intended to disrupt the plans of those who were there to trap me! I was one step ahead my love. You were never in any true danger.” Ironic, as he ran a hand up and down the arm with the deep cut on it.

“Well, how would you know for sure? What if I were standing where Kazuichi was? He got the brunt of it…” you asked, but you knew whatever answer he had for you wouldn’t calm your aching heart.

“I relied on my luck, of course! It’s all I have to rely on now: you, and this useless ‘talent’ of mine.” His tone was bittersweet. His luck? He really left your safety up to his luck? Sure, you’d never seen it fail him before, but seriously…

“About that… Nagito,” you pulled away, expectantly unsatisfied with his reply and no less terrified of the inner workings of the man in front of you, “what’s made you feel this way, all of a sudden? Sure, our classmates were a little wary of you, but we were friends, all of us. You had them, too. What changed? In the funhouse you - well ever since the Final Dead Room, you’ve changed. In the trial, you said you’d learned about Hajime and how he doesn’t have an ultimate talent, and the secret behind the funhouse’s design… but there’s more you aren’t telling us… I can feel it.” Walking over to a chair beside your bed, you sat down, wrapping your arms around your middle defensively. You felt small and vulnerable under his gaze, which followed you like a hawk.

He didn’t like hearing that - that he’d changed - not from you. You were the only one exempt from his plans, even if you didn’t know it at the time. He loved you and you loved him, and he didn’t want anything to change about that. This couldn’t be just another thing that his miserable life ruined for him. For now, he ignored it, deciding that maybe letting you, the only one he could truly trust, in on his little plan would ease your mind and bring you back to him whole.

“You’re right as usual, my love.” He stood in the center of the room, gesturing as he began to get off of his chest all that he’d gleaned from his time in the funhouse. “How perceptive of you. My little hope is so incredibly smart. It’s one of the reasons I know you’ll guide this useless pack of idiots, including myself, to the highest potential our negligible little lives could ever reach!” How could you have guessed at that time that he meant when he and all the rest he deemed unfit were long gone, wiped from this world by his own will? “I’ll let you in on it, if my little bird promises not to chirp to the rest of the flock, of course…” He grinned at you as if he were a mischievous little kid about to announce a school prank and not a man dead set on getting his classmates killed. You nodded instinctively, not prepared at all for what you were about to hear. “Well it’s quite simple, really. We’ve known about the existence of a traitor for awhile now, right? We thought this entire time that the one of us who was not like the others was to blame for this entire thing, that the despair that ensnared us and caused death after death was caused by this ‘traitor’, right?” You nodded again, wanting desperately to appease him in any way you could. “Well, we couldn’t have had it more wrong, and as my reward for winning the ultimate roulette in the Final Dead Room, I was allowed this knowledge to share - or not share - as I please.” He was smirking now and your heartbeat began to pick up once again. You did not like that look in his eye. The pale planes of his cheeks began to get rosy with that self-satisifed expression he often donned when he knew his plans for hope were on track.

“W-what do you mean, Nagito?” Your voice shook and you sat up in your chair, shifting uncomfortably in place, a motion he noticed immediately. Again, he didn’t appreciate that reaction from you one bit. Why were you so uneasy around him tonight? His mind couldn’t comprehend it.

“Turns out, this whole time,” he held his arms out to each side as if surrendering himself to the powers that be, “It was us! We were the wicked ones. We were the despair, the disgusting evil that clouded all hope.” He began to chuckle at the irony that only he understood in his words. “This ‘traitor’ is the only one who can stop us! They are meant to save the world from the plague of our very existence!” He began to chuckle, a devious and unstable sound emanating from his core.

“H-how could you mean - I mean… Nagito, how could we be evil? Why would you think that? We have been working together to stop Monokuma this whole time. It couldn’t be -”

“Does it really matter how? It’s the truth! I know it is!” He cut you off, startling you as he approached and sank to his knees in front of your chair. Leaning in, he took your hand in his clammy, translucent one. He kissed the tops of your knuckles sweetly - a gesture he often did when you were alone together - and you went rigid, unsettled by his manic words. Another reaction he frowned at. “I mean, you believe me, don’t you? Have I ever been wrong before? Every time I tell you who the blackened is, I’m right! Every mystery I’ve uncovered on this island, every deduction I’ve shared with you and only you, has been correct! Every time I’ve been ‘wrong’ to them, I’ve chosen to play dumb. I’ve never lied to you, I wouldn’t!” He looked frantic, his eyes darting back and forth between yours. When you didn’t reply, he continued. “The traitor, they are the one, true hope for our vile and corrupted lot!” He smiled, again, as if this were the obvious conclusion one should draw from his words, but you just couldn’t see your friends as the monsters he portrayed them as. You couldn’t even see him that way. It just didn’t make sense. Maybe whatever he read in the Final Dead Room was just more lies, planted by Monokuma as a motive to sow more division. Nagito was too smart to fall for that…

“So, what is the solution, then… your plan?” You were almost too afraid to ask, having a good idea of what it would be. His frenzied grin softened into a straight and very serious line. You felt your stomach twist itself into knots.

“Well… we have to go, of course. All of us, except for the traitor.” He stated plainly. Eyes widening just a tick before going neutral again, you tried not to convey the abject fear in your heart. “We all have to die, it’s the only way. The traitor will go on, as the only ray of hope we have left.” With that, you yanked your hand from his grip, and his eye twitched in response.

He was willing to kill you all? All of your peers, your innocent peers who had been through so much already, together… snuff them out just like that?

“Nagito… you know who the traitor is, then…?” His head tilted at that, like a curious puppy confused at his owner’s words. “The one you’re going to spare, you know who it is?” Did it even matter anymore? At this point, the Nagito you loved was long gone. You needed to warn the others. His answer mattered to you personally, nonetheless. Your brow furrowed, your psyche overstimualted by this entire conversation. You pressed him. “Nagito… you know who the traitor is, right?” A little sterner this time, you waited for an answer that would never come. Almost as if he were too prideful, or maybe too ashamed to admit he would have to rely on his luck yet again to meet his goals, he ignored your question.

Chills running throughout your body, you quickly shot up out of the chair. Standing abruptly and causing the slender man to stumble back a bit, you steadied your shaking hands by balling them into fist at your side.

“(Y/N) -” Nagito began as he stood to meet you. Why were you acting like this? Didn’t you have the same goals as him? Didn’t you see the necessity of this plan? Didn’t you love him as much as he loved you? Didn’t you know that know that you - his unbreakable hope - the only pure thing on this miserable island, had to be the traitor? How could it be anyone else? He couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, as the file in the Final Dead Room didn’t name you specifically, but it just had to be you. It had to be. He would delude himself until his last breath.

“O-okay, Nagito, I agree! Yes, y-you’re right of course!” Play along, (Y/N), play along, your survival instincts screamed at you internally. Now it was Nagito’s heart that began to beat fast. He could sense a lie a mile away, and you knew that. Was he truly losing you? “Tell you what, let me shower, I can’t stand this filth on me for one more second.” You forced a nervous chuckle. “After that, I’ll meet you somewhere, um… away from the cabins so the others don’t find out, and we can discuss this further.” In reality, you were hoping that as you showered, he would leave to find a meeting place so that you could run to the other cabins and warn the others. He took a step toward you, and you took a step back in turn. He cringed at that, a hand reaching out weakly for your touch. It fell to his side when you backed away until your back was at the bathroom door and you reached behind you for the handle. “Okay? You go scope out a safe place for us to meet!” You looked for confirmation, fake smile still plastered across your face until your jaw hurt from clenching so hard.

“Okay, (Y/N)...” his heart broke at your willingness to lie straight to his face. You’d never done that before. You would always be honest with him, even with the silliest thoughts. You nodded in reassurance, slipping into the mini bathroom afforded to you by Monokuma and closing the door. It was a modest thing, a small alcove in each cabin with merely a shower stall, sink with a mirror, and toilet all snug into one tiny area. You undressed like the wind, ready to take the quickest shower of your life. Just a rinse for the blood and dirt, running the water long enough to be convincing and you were out. You needed time to run to at least a few of your classmates' cabins before Nagito got back. Whoever you got to first could spread the word. You slid the glass shower stall door open and jumped inside, not even waiting for the water to warm up.

Soaking yourself promptly, you began to scrub off the day you’d had with a small wash cloth nearby. Mere minutes into your shower, you heard the small bathroom door slam open. Freezing instantly, you halted all motion and stared at the figure in the doorway that was a blurry mess of greens, creams and whites through the frosted glass of the shower door. Without a word, the figure approached the shower door and you felt your body go into fight or flight mode, adrenaline kicking into high gear.

This was it… you thought. You were sure that if you were the traitor, you would’ve known. The traitor was still out there, hiding their identity, and now Nagito was going to do exactly what he said he was going to do. You had to go… hope for the world was the end goal that superseded romantic feelings. Your life flashed before your eyes, and you thought of your friends, and how you failed to save them.

Nagito threw open the sliding door, and you fell back against the beige tile behind you, hands flying up to protect your head and face. You didn’t know how he would kill you, but braced for an expected blow. Exposed, defenseless and naked, vital organs unprotected, you began to sob.

“No! Nagito, please!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as he entered the shower stall in a panic, clothes and all. He clapped one cold hand over your mouth, a hand that was shaking. Instantly, tears sprang forth from his own eyes. Were you really that scared of him?

“No, don’t scream, please! Please, (Y/N)!” He released your mouth, throwing his arms around your shoulders in a crushing embrace. The shower head continued to spray down, soaking him now along with you as he clung to you like his life depended on it under its stream. His wild, long locks clung to his neck and forehead and his wet jacket weighed him down. You both stood weeping onto each other freely, Nagito from a broken heart, and you from shock. You were too terrified to move, to care that you were completely nude. He didn’t seem to care either, crushing you in his grip. He was a lot stronger than he looked.

“Nagito… Nagito please…” you pleaded, still not entirely sure these weren’t your last moments.

“I can’t bear to see you terrified of me. You’re… you’re the only one…” He could barely speak through his choked out sobs. He shook his head vehemently, needy for your touch. His hands roamed up and down your back desperately. He needed to feel you there, to know you were real.

“What…?” You didn’t understand.

“You’re the only one,” he sniffled, “who shouldn’t be afraid of me! You’re my shining hope. You’re my light in this darkness!” Tears wracked his body. “Why would a complete and utter nobody like me, talentless trash undeserving of your love ever try to hurt you? I wouldn’t even dream of it. (Y/N), please don’t hate me. I couldn’t bear it!” His finger nails dug into your spine. He was conflicted, and couldn’t fight the swell of anger that contended with the sadness in his chest. It felt like you didn’t know him at all to think he would hurt you. You weren’t the despair he sought to end. You had nothing to fear.

“But, y-you said- !” You began and he interrupted, unable to hear any more doubts of his loyalty to you.

“I know you’re the traitor. I just know it! You’re too good, too perfect to not be…” You’d never heard him so unconfident in his own reasoning before.

“You can’t possibly know that, Nagito!” You spat back, limp in his arms.

“I do know it. I know it. I’ll bet my luck on it. I want it so badly, my luck has to come through. It’s you, it has to be! I could never kill you. I could never get you killed. The others are the despair, you’re the solution. I know it’s you. I’m gonna make it all right… just watch!” He stepped back, taking your puffy face in his hands, staring directly into your eyes. “You’ll make it out of here! You’ll survive the last trial and go on without me, my love. I know it’s you!” He was deceiving himself once again, daring to want something so badly, so selfishly.

He would never live to see just how wrong he was.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

You, your boyfriend Fuyuhiko, and your best friend Peko went way back. As a kid growing up on Fuyuhiko’s side of town, everyone knew to avoid Kuzuryu property. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately looking back at it, you were a pretty reckless as a kid, even if you weren’t now. You used to to slip through fences and past security cameras all the time to play with the blonde fuzzy-haired kid and the girl with the cool sword. Your parents scolded you when you came home, not knowing where you really were, but you always found your way back. The boy, who always had a temper, and the girl, who was the calm to his storm, repeatedly called you names, told you to never come back or his family would kill you, then played with you all day anyway. You had no idea what his family truly was, what the word yakuza really entailed, only that everyone said that part of town was dangerous. You didn’t see it that way, not when you played cops and robbers or samurai and peasant with your two best friends nearly every day. The boy, Fuyuhiko as you’d come to learn, would always rush you off the property if his father was coming home or when less friendly clan members came around, and you didn’t learn until years later why.

By that time it was too late for you to be scared of his yakuza status or Peko’s true strength now revealed to you. You were besties, and nothing was ever going to change that. Through middle school, you formed quite the crush on the petite bad boy, and although he still had a nasty temper and could be quite aloof at times, you wanted him all the same. A lifelong friendship bloomed into a romantic relationship - with hesitance on his part - and before you knew it, you were set to attend Hope’s Peak together. You kept your relationship secret from everyone save for Peko. Fuyuhiko insisted on this, for your own safety.

Now here you were, on this mysterious tropical island with all of your memories of Hope’s Peak wiped clean. You found that in general, many memories of your past were wiped clean, save for those few precious and essential ones. You remembered growing up with Fuyuhiko, your relationship with him, and Peko who you loved like a sister. Everyone else were strangers, strangers who seemingly also couldn’t remember how they got there or how you were all connected. You were all freshmen it seemed, and that was were it stopped.

Almost immediately after Monokuma’s appearance and monologue, Fuyuhiko had pushed both you and Peko away. He demanded you both pretend like you didn’t know him, treat him like everyone else and if need be, you’d meet in secret and away from prying eyes. This was to be a killing game with rules and trials, and no one else here seemed to know each other from their past. If the others found out you three were connected, you would no doubt all be dragged down if one of you got caught up in something nasty. Allies, a package deal and all that. He didn’t want your connection to him to put you or Peko in danger. He knew you’d both die for him, and he for you, and he wouldn’t let any of these idiots use that weakness against you.

~

The cat was long since out of the bag. Peko was gone and you’d helped Mikan nurse Fuyuhiko in and out of the hospital after his near-fatal wounds from trying to save the swordswoman from her from execution. Everyone knew of your relationship now, which meant no more sneaking around behind everyone’s back, but Peko’s life wasn’t the price you ever wanted to pay for that freedom. Along with Peko’s passing additionally came a visible change in your boyfriend’s soul. Though he still had that fiery temper, he controlled it with great effort now. He tried harder with people, forgave easier, loved better, appreciated more. The days of reflection in the hospital stirred something in him.

Weeks passed, and it was one tragedy after another. From the group giving you hell about keeping secrets, to tending to Fuyuhiko’s extensive wounds, to now finding Ibuki hanging from a rope and Hiyoko posted up against a pillar with her throat slit, your group couldn’t seem to catch a break.

Though Mikan and yourself begged him to get some rest - as his wound had already reopened once - Fuyuhiko insisted on investigating in preparation for the trial with everyone else. He was as strong-willed as ever. You searched the hospital with him for clues or evidence the blackened may have sloppily left behind. He was on edge, and you couldn’t blame him. Everyone was, these were the fifth and sixth classmates dead in the blink of an eye, and the killer was still on the loose. Your skin crawled and you were extra jumpy today. Every corpse you had to look upon took a little more of your innocence and vitality from you, and this maniac had already killed twice. What was to stop them from killing again?

Fuyuhiko insisted that he wasn’t scared of the blackened, quite the opposite. It was his rage aimed at them that would fuel his strength to move on and identify them. You knew him well, and knew when to back off when he was in a mood. Everything seemed to annoy him at the moment. It was hard to search with him and cooperate when he got pissed off everytime you fussed over his healing injuries. He kept swatting you away then apologizing for being irate and short-tempered. He just wanted you to stop babying him.

Just now bending over to search near a hospital bed, Fuyuhiko shot upright, jumping at a sudden sound that startled him.

“What the fuck-?!” He turned to the source of the loud crash behind him. You were splayed out across the floor behind him, a deep gash on your cheek spilling blood down your face as you sat up. “What the hell did you do?!”

“I just tripped! I’m fine!” You gestured with one hand to a small table you’d toppled over, holding your bloody cheek with the other. The contents on said table, various sharp little medical instruments and tools, were strew about and on top of your body. Fuyujiko glared at the hard counter top of the cabinet you’d hit your cheek off of on the way down. Now you knew how Mikan felt, always making a mess of her clumsy self.

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot! Why don’t you watch where you’re going?! We’ve got enough shit to deal with right now!” He kneeled down to your level and started rapidly picking up the various scalpels and knives around you.

“I’m sorry, ‘Hiko…” the shame was setting in. He was already ornery today and you’d somehow made it even worse. He leaned over your body, reaching for more of the small instruments.

“Sorry’s not gonna cut it! You-”  hovering over you, he lifted one of the razor sharp tools above his head in a clenched, angry gesture. You turned your head, gasping slightly and flinching away from him. Your free hand came up to cover your face with your eyes shut tight in a grimace. Upon seeing you recoil, cowering away from him like that, he halted, the rest of his complaint dropping off into oblivion.

He didn’t want to be like that anymore, remember? He reminded himself of his temper, of his talks with Hajime in the hospital, of Peko’s memory urging him to do better, of his display of humility to Hiyoko in the hotel restaurant.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, putting the instrument aside and gently pulling you to your feet alongside him.

“Come on, sit down. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He pushed you gently down to sit on the hospital bed and reached for some simple disinfectant, a cloth to put it on, and a large bandage. He began to pat the blood away. “We’ll have Mikan look at this later to see if it needs stitches, but this is the best I can do for now.” He noticed you avoiding his eye contact and his heart sank. “Hey…” He held your chin, titing your head to look up and meet his gaze. “I’m really sorry, okay. I would never lay a hand on you. That is a fact. Please… know this for certain.”

“I know, I just… I don’t know… I’m sorry I reacted that way.” His apology helped, but you still felt a little foolish.

“No, it’s me who should be sorry. There’s no need to get that angry, especially at you, especially for an accident.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. He had a long way to go. “Please slow down. Be more careful and worry about yourself as much as you worry about me. I can’t lose you, too.”

Hajime Hinata

You’d closed yourself up in your cabin for good, with no plans to go out in the foreseeable future. Every few minutes you checked the locks, on both the doors and the windows, biting your nails down to nearly bleeding. In addition to shutting yourself in, you’d shut the world, the island, and all your classmates out. You were a nervous wreck.

Mere hours ago, Nagito had blown the hotel lobby and everyone in it sky high. He’d finally lost what little marbles he had left. Nobody knew fully why, but he’d snapped too far beyond repair. Both you and poor Kazuichi were very near to the blast zone, and even now you felt a dizziness and slight loss of hearing. You were sure that over in his cabin, Kazuichi was feeling the same way. You wanted to pass out, to scream, to topple over in exhaustion but refused to let yourself leave your post. As much as you were tired and dizzy, you were equally as terrified. What if that maniac Nagito showed up again to finish the job? Though the vertigo threatened to take you down for the count, you were determined to stay vigilant. Your mind grew more and more dull and hazy by the second, though.

Hajime and the others wanted to go to the new island in the morning, and as far as you were concerned, they could search until their hearts were content. You’d given up. You’d been broken. You’d been beaten by Monokuma and this killing game. Why go to a new island? Every time you guys went to a new island to explore, someone died. Everyone was dying. There was a psychopath hell-bent on blowing you up - or worse - on the loose. You were content to stay in your cottage and rot away. Paranoid and eroded away from trial after trial, you’d refused to let anyone in, even your sweet boyfriend, Hajime, who’d already tried to come check on you several times that night. Even as the rain poured down from the night sky and lightning cracked consistently, he kept coming back. He was extremely concerned about you, but you just couldn’t do it anymore. You didn’t trust anyone anymore. You couldn’t.

You trusted Teruteru, and Peko, and Mikan, and Gundham, and Nagito… it was all too much. Who would betray you next? Who would stab you in the back when you least expected it for a chance at freedom as a blackened who got away with it? It could be literally anyone. Sonia had a country to get back to, an entire country waiting for her. Fuyuhiko had an empire. They all had a reason to live and you’d be an easy target in this state of barely conscious, injured and mentally broken.

You’d almost fallen asleep when a knock came at your door, again…

You almost chose to ignore it, but figured getting your body moving would keep you awake, so you forced your feet over to the door.

“Hajime…?” You assumed, your voice weak.

“Man…” he sighed loudly, muffled by the rain and the barrier of the door, “(Y/N)... you sound terrible. I really do think you have a concussion. Please let me in. I’m worried sick.”

“Please go away, Hajime. I’m sorry… I’ll be fine. I just -”

“I know you’re scared. You know you can trust me.” There was that word again… Moments passed in silent contemplation. “... I’m gonna keep coming back until you let me in. I’m soaked… please…” he whined, jiggling the door handle on his side. Now it was your turn to sigh. You rested your head against the door, senses dimming fast. He was probably right, you most likely did have a concussion. Your head ached, your vision was a bit blurry, the light of your cabin bothered your eyes. “You can’t just stay in there forever, you need medical atten-” The door swung open before him, and you hurriedly signaled for him to come in, swiftly locking the door behind him.

“No sudden movements. I’m a bit confused right now… everything’s a bit slow…” Your words slurred out but he seemed to catch them all.

“Yeah, no shit. You were blown all the way across the hotel floor. Come here, let me check something.” He took your wrist and stood you in the center of the room in front of him. He pulled a small flashlight he won from the gacha machine from his pocket and flashed it into your eyes slowly. “Try to stand still.” You were trying to, but swayed and stumbled regardless. “See, you can’t even do that much. Look, since Mikan is gone, we gotta let Monomi help us out. Let’s get you to the hospital.”

“What?! No, no no…” your heart beat quickened, feeling that paranoid panic set in again. “I’m not leaving this room.” The confusion was hitting again as you stumbled backwards a step and your back met the side of your bed. Was this a set up? You already let him in, now he wanted to get you out in the open? “Something’s gonna happen! I won’t go!”

“(Y/N), I promise I’ll get you to the hospital safely and I’ll stay with you the whole time. I know you’re scared but you’re being irrational right now!”

A thunderous boom sounded outside as high above your cabin the lightning cracked. In an instant, all of the lights wavered and went out. You cried out into the pitch black. You couldn’t see even a foot in front of you. This was definitely a set up. It had stormed plenty of times on this island, and the lights never went out like this.

Hajime reached out for you in the dark, and you screamed even louder at his touch. This was it, the betrayal. It was inevitable on this hell of an island. No one could truly be trusted.

“(Y/N), stop! Stop yelling!” Hajime grabbed one of your wrists in the dark, and you sank to the floor, too dizzy to stand any longer. He heard the thud of your butt hitting the ground, though he couldn’t see it, and sunk to his knees beside you.

“Please… don’t hurt me, Hajime…” the words tumbled out of your mouth lazily. You wanted to pass out so badly.

“Hurt you?” He sounded incredulous, almost scoffing. Turning the screen brightness all the way up on his e-handbook, he set it on the ground beside you both for some type of light, as meager as it was, and sat the flashlight beside it. He grabbed your face in his hands, gently shaking you to alertness. He’d heard it wasn’t good to let someone with a concussion fall asleep. “I’d never hurt you.” He stated almost matter-of-factly. “You’re just going through a rough time right now... Don’t talk like that. You know I’d never hurt you. I care about you, a lot.” He adjusted your position so you were sitting up a little straighter.

It pained him to see you this way. This killing game was stealing your luster, your goodness, your spirit. He’d noticed that your smile - a smile he loved so very much - grew smaller and smaller with each trial. Now it’d come to this. You were frightened of even him…

“I’m so scared, Hajime…”

“I know. I know you are.” He spoke with compassion in his voice. “Will you let me help you? Please…?” He waited for your nod of confirmation before continuing. “Come on,” he scooped one arm under your legs and the other under behind your back and stood with you in his arms. “We’re gonna get you the help you need. I know it’s hard, but we are a team. You, me, Chiaki, Sonia, Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko, Akane, we need to do this together. I know it’s hard to trust after all that’s happened, but I’m gonna keep you safe, and we’re gonna survive this, together.”

Kazuichi Soda

Kazuichi sat in front of the busted funhouse elevator, ass nearly numb from sitting in that position for hours. He was squatting before, until his knees began to hurt as well. You sat behind him, handing him tool after tool when he needed it and offering encouragement and advice when you could. Still, he was being testy and very short with you and the two of you had gotten into it several times today already. Nothing big, just a few little spats. You had to keep reminding him that you were only trying to help, but nonetheless he was in a foul mood.

You knew he was truly mad at the situation, not you. His anger was misplaced but it still hurt. You’d all been locked up in the funhouse for days without food and with minimal sleep due to Monokuma’s interference and everyone was on each other’s last nerves. Now the elevator was broken, and the Ultimate Mechanic was expected to be the one to fix it. He’d been at it all day, and with each set back or miniscule perceived failure, he got more and more irritated.

You handed him a wrench you’d gotten from the hidden room beyond the Final Dead Room. All the tools he was currently using were from there as well. Oh yeah, that was another reason he was so pissed off. He’d never admit to it, but the fact that you were smart and brave enough to pass the Final Dead Room’s test unscathed and here he couldn't even fix this measly machine irked him like nothing else. He felt like the word useless might as well have been stamped onto his head. After he let out yet another frustrated groan, stretching out his sore wrist, you sighed and spoke up:

“Hey, Kaz’, it’s okay if you can’t get it done today. Let’s get some rest. We need to conserve energy.” He looked at you as if you’d just called him the biggest loser ever.

“That’s easy for you to say! You’re actually contributing to the group! You don’t have the burden of feeling like a failure on your mind!” He gritted his sharp teeth.

“You are contributing by even trying to fix it!” You retorted, not appreciating his tone or him starting an argument with you yet again today.

“Oh, don’t patronize me! You just don’t get it! Everyone likes you and you’re good at everything you try! I can’t even do what I was literally born to do correctly!” He spat.

“Oh, Kazuichi, give me a break! It is not that deep! Nobody even needs to use the elevator at this very moment!” You shifted your position right next to him, crossing your arms over your chest in a pouting display.

“If you’re not gonna help, then just go away!” He leaned forward toward you, raising the wrench in his hand in exasperation. You jolted backwards, leaning away from him with a fright.

…

Things got really awkward, very fast. The air went dead silent and all anger drained from his face. He lowered the wrench as a blank expression took over, followed by one of slight embarrassment. Did you really think he was gonna hit you with it? A moment passed, and you both looked away from each other, refusing to make eye contact.

“H-hey…” Kazuichi hesitated for a second, then made up his mind. Grabbing your shoulder, he seized you into his chest and held you tightly. His mind flashed back to his years in the family shop, to glimpses of his dad screaming whenever he angered him, even hitting him sometiimes for fucking up on a car. He might have even deserved it - he thought - but you didn’t. For sure, you didn't. He respected but feared his father, and he didn’t want to make anyone feel like that, especially not you. “I would never hit ya like that! Y-you gotta know that, right?!” His voice broke as he fought back tears. “I’m sorry for being an asshole today. This place just fuckin’ sucks you know? I can’t take it anymore!” You felt wetness soak through your shirt on your shoulder though you couldn’t see his face. You returned the hug, pulling him tighter into yourself. You two sat like that for a long while, resigned to give the elevator another try sometime later.

Nekomaru Nidai

You and Nekomaru were kinda… a thing? It was complicated because you were two very different people, but there was a little spark, a mutual crush that was known of and whispered about by the other students. It was weird, because you two flirted with each other, but nothing really ever happened because when he was around, you felt like a flustered mess, a puddle of mush. He was an intimidating, extroverted mountain of a man, and it was easy to become nervous in his presence. It’s like you were touch-starved, head over heels for your handsome classmate and yet the thought of him touching you turned you into an anxious idiot at the same time. You spent a quite lot of time together but there was rarely any touching other than a motivational clap on the back or the slap when you made a good joke, maybe even a very platonic-feeling bear hug as a greeting every once in a while.

In fact, you saw more chemistry between him and Akane, or even him and Hajime, two people he hung out with all the time. Heck, he touched Akane a lot more than he ever touched you. It made you feel a bit jealous, even. You felt silly even admitted this to yourself, as he wasn’t even your boyfriend and could do whatever he pleased, but it was frustrating nonetheless.

You wanted to be mature, to be honest and communicate your feelings with him once and for all because the pining, the unfulfilled feelings were driving you crazy but it had totally blown up in your face. Turns out your relationship with him was a lot more complicated than you originally thought. The talk ended up as a bit of an argument… well, it felt like you were arguing and stumbling over your feelings while he didn’t seem to be upset at all, which made you feel even more overwhelmed. You felt childish, unable to express yourself in a way that didn’t feel humiliating. He always seemed willing to talk something out, but at the same time didn’t really seem to understand how you felt in any other way than on a platonic level. He motivated, talked to, trained, and fixed people for a living, but maybe sports and romance were just too different for this conversation to click in his head. Or maybe… you were reading the signs all wrong. Maybe he didn’t like you back at all. Maybe you and your peers had misinterpreted his fondness for you as flirting, and you decided to accept that. You respectfully asked him to forget about everything you said, and apologized for the confusion and awkwardness, making your swift exit.

~

Sulking, dejected and needing some alone time, you walked along the lengthy bridge that connected Jabberwock Park to the island that housed the supermarket and resort. The sun was in the process of setting, leaving the island nearly dark with last last bits of daylight.

“(Y/N)!” You looked up from your navel-gazing to see a large figure bolting toward you at the speed of light. Nekomaru’s sudden appearance startled you even though you knew the guy to be loud and over the top. At that distance, you may not have been able to tell it was him in this little lighting if he weren’t yelling out your name. You’d recognize the voice from a mile away. As he finally approached, not the least bit out of breath, he began to speak immediately.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” He seemed a bit different, a bit less charged-up than his usual state. It was like a calm state of focus.

“Hey… Nekomaru.” You smiled weakly, still extremely nervous standing in his shadow. You had to tell yourself that you only felt this way because you liked him, and you had to let go of those feelings. “What’s up?” You twiddled your thumbs timidly, eluding the eye contact.

“I wanted to talk to you about earlier. When we chatted… well, I’ve been thinking about it all day. It’s been bothering me! So…” His brow furrowed. It wasn’t often he was speechless. “Uhhh..” he stalled in his deep rumble of a voice. He took a step closer to you, and you took one skittish step back. It felt weird having him in your personal bubble. It bred butterflies in your stomach. You began to shiver. It was partly because of the chill in the evening air, and partly because you dreaded confrontation like this. You feared he would make this more painful and awkward than it already was. Why couldn’t he leave it be? You weren’t his type, you accepted that! You took another self-conscious step back.

“We don’t really need to talk about it. I get how you feel, it’s fi-” a gasp passed through your lips as his massive hand suddenly flew down toward you. You flinched backward just a tad and felt your heel slip off the edge of the bridge. His hand found its desired destination around your waist and he pulled you in snugly to his wide, warm chest.

“W-why did you do that?” You looked up at him, your face pulsating with warmth just underneath the skin. He raised a brow apphrehensively at your reaction.

“You were shaking, so I figured you were cold. Plus, you were about to fall off the bridge. Two birds, one stone! Bet you’re warmin’ up now, huh?” He grinned down at you briefly before the wary expression took over again. “Hey, I know I’m a big dude an’ all, but you don’t need to be afraid of me or anything…” he mumbled and you could feel him speak from your position smashed against his chest. You looked down now, a bit ashamed that you made him feel that way. You didn’t know why he cared what you thought of him, but you could hear the slight hurt in his voice.

“I’m not scared of you, Nekomaru… quite the opposite…”

“Whaddaya mean?” What did he mean what do you mean??? Was he really that clueless? You literally had a whole conversation about this earlier today. Did the meaning of your words fly totally over his head… or were you just not clear enough?

“Nekomaru… I’m not scared I just…” you paused, debating just shutting up then and there, “I just get really nervous around you because… I really like you. Like as more than a friend…”

“You do?” Why did he sound genuinely surprised?

“I told you so earlier…”

“You did?!” He donned a puzzled look, and you looked up at him, incredulous. “No way!”

“I told you how I felt earlier, and you didn’t seem to feel the same so I let it go!”

“See, I told you it’s been bothering me, because I couldn’t for the life of me understand what you were so upset about earlier!” He threw his head back in one of his endearing, hearty laughs. What was that stereotype? Dumb jock?

“I mean, I tried to tell you, without being too forward or blunt. I was afraid you’d reject me…”

“Haha! Next time, why don’t you try to be more straightforward and honest with your feelings? It feels good!” He flexed the arm that held you close, giving you a good squeeze. You felt your cheeks warm up sheepishly.

“Like I said… you make me nervous…” you chuckled diffidently.

“Well, what do you say we try that talk again?” He began to resume the walk across the bridge, with you under his arm. “This time, we both be clear adn honest with each other?” His eyebrow wriggled rather mischeviously. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised with the results.”

Twogami / Ultimate Imposter

You’d spent nearly all of what little time you’d been on the island with Byakuya. You were starting to form a little crush on him, and he was rather fond of you as well (not that he’d ever openly admit it) so he allowed it. You of course knew about the Togami family’s power and influence, everyone did, so you found yourself a bit shy around him, but having fun at the same time getting to know him. You were a bit of of a people pleaser, both curious about him and eager to help if he needed it. There were times when you two simply hung out, like two normal people, and sometimes he even seemed to find you as fascinating as you found him. When he found himself asking one too many questions about you, however, he always seemed to reel it in, pulling back like he had some type of wall up.

You were fine with it. You’d just met a few days ago after all, and the friendship… or something more, would form when it formed. You didn’t want to force it. You were already feeling a bit silly and about wanting to connect with the Ultimate Affulent Progeny in the first place. Someone with his wealth and status could probably spend his time with anyone he wanted.

The threat of the start of a potential killing game was putting everyone on edge, even the scion himself, though he carried it better than most. He genuinely looked like someone your class might be able to look to as a leader.

The group had decided to throw a little party later that night, and you offered to help Byakuya tick off and confiscate all weapons or even potential weapons in the old building that would house this party… for some reason. Every loose wooden plank, every butter knife, every pointy object had to go. It felt like he knew something no one else did… but, you happily followed along, helping him with this task. Honestly, though, on the inside, you feared he was being a little too uptight. How would he enjoy the little get together tonight in this state of uneasiness?

In between locking up items he dubbed nefarious and double checking every corner of the building, you two actually got to know each other a little better. After hours of work, he was satisfied. All the while, he seemed to be watching Teruteru and Nagito like a hawk as the two shuffled in and out of the building preparing tonight’s dishes and cleaning respectively. What was Byakuya hiding from you? Why all the suspicion? Did he genuinely think one of your classmates would kill someone tonight? That was just insane to even think about.

Trying to ease his mind, you started up an innocent conversation.

“You shouldn’t worry so much, really! Tonight will be great! I know it. I brought my good luck charm and everything!” Smiling and seeking to distract his tense mind, you brought a little trinket out from your back pocket. In your flattened out hand you displayed a little baby blue pocket knife, barely the size of your palm. “My dad gave it to me when I was really little, and I -”

“What is wrong with you?!” Byakuya’s hand shot out toward you to grab the small blade and you flinched backward, holding your hands up defnesively and dropping it onto the floor in the process. The sudden, angry movement had frightened you, especially coming from a man who knew how to hold an intimidating presence.

The silence then was palpable as it hung in the air, and he, the real him, wanted to apologize, to explain himself and express regret for overreacting. He wanted to say that you’d been a joy to hang out with these past few days and that he’d never raise a hand to you, but Byakuya Togami would never lower himself to say these things… and right now, he was Byakuya Togami. He steeled himself to speak.

“I was merely going to confiscate the blade from you. What a gross overreaction…” He spoke condescendingly. “Do you really think me some animal, some lesser beast who physically assaults people? Don’t insult me so…” He scoffed, plucked the blade from the ground and pocketed it. “I don’t know what kind of men you’ve dealt with, but clearly you’ve been hanging around with the dregs of humanity.” Crossing his arms nonchalantly over his chest, he left you there without another word, satisfied that his facade had remained in tact. Inside, it burned, it hurt to be so cruel to such a sweet person like you. He left to make final preparations for the party tonight and you stayed behind, offering to help Teruteru and Nagito since you were already there. It would take your mind off of the humiliation you just suffered.

~

Early into the next morning, when Monokuma dismissed the survivors of the very first class trial back to their cottages at last, you’d nearly missed it as you crawled onto your bed in a tired, traumatized ball:

A rectangular black box sat on your bedside table. It wasn’t yours, and you were sure your cabin door was locked. How did it even get there?

You opened it cautiously and found the most expensive looking, elegant, and elaborate looking pen in the world within. On one side was the Togami family crest, engraved delicately and masterfully. Tucked under it was a small note. You read it, tears welling up immediately.

A replacement good luck charm - T

Gundham Tanaka

Gundham felt totally secure with you, a feeling he’d never truly felt with anyone else. He’d never state it in plain words, but it was true nonetheless. You’d always been accepting of him and his rather eccentric ways. He didn’t need to feel like an outcast around you. He felt completely seen, understood on a whole new level. He could’ve sworn you cast some sort of spell over him, the way his cheeks and the tips of his ears would feel like they were on fire when you complimented him or held his hand. He nearly burst into flames when you once pecked his cheek with your soft lips after he carried a bunch of stuff back to your cabin for you as a favor.

You two spent nearly every day together. Everyone knew you two were a thing and you didn’t mind the teasing. You had no reason to be ashamed of how you felt about Gundham. He was the kindest soul you’d ever met, it just took a little digging to figure that out. Other than Hajime and Sonia - the only other two who really tried to get to know him - you were the only one who he’d let tend to the Devas. You often held them, fed them, watched them in your cabin when Gundham showered or needed a short break. The hamsters and Gundham himself provided a much needed light for you in the darkness of this killing game. The little things you did with him mattered so much to you. You appreciated every moment when in this place, you could be very much dead the next day. You swam at the pool and went shopping at the supermarket together on the main island, ate at the diner together on the second, hung out at the music venue together on the third, and now, trapped in the funhouse with starvation as the motive, Gundham insisted that you share the sound-proof, luxury room with him.

You’d initially gotten extremely flustered by his request but eventually accepted. Gundham didn’t seem to think twice about it. You supposed he was so naive to romance that he saw nothing wrong with you two sharing a bedroom at all. Maybe he did know, but cared more about your safety than the embarrassment. You knew he’d never do anything without your express permission anyway, so after deliberating, decided it was a non-issue. It was unusual for Monomi not to pop up to protest, however.

~

Days into being trapped in the funhouse, you sat at the small desk in your room feeling like a total asshole. You’d been in an argument with Gundham earlier, one that you’d totally started and knew you were in the wrong for. You rarely ever had a disagreement with him, much less gotten into a full-on fight. It was a bit one-sided however, as you yelled and complained while he just tried to reason with you and ultimately ended up leaving you alone in the room for some space. You regretted it the instant he left, and had made up your mind to apologize the second he returned. You were miserable: starving and dead tired from Monokuma Tai Chi every morning, but that was no excuse for your behavior. Everyone else was hungry and cranky, too, and you’d taken your anger out on Gundham for no reason.

You pulled out the headphones and small MP3 player Hajime gifted you when you hung out a few weeks back and slumped forward on the desk, moping as you put the headphones in and blasted the music as loud as the cheap earbuds would allow. You had to pass the time somehow, and walking around looking for Gundham when he’d eventually come back here to sleep would waste what little energy you had left. There was a small part of your mind that wondered: what if he didn’t come back? Your heart ached. Everyone was starving… someone would have to kill soon to get out of this hopeless situation. You could only hope and pray that the last thing you said to Gundham wouldn’t be that hateful nonsense. You let yourself zone out, head down on the desk and eyes closed lazily. You began to doze off and wouldn’t know how long you were out.

You awoke to the music still blasting in your ears and a tap on your shoulder.

“Hmm?” Groggily you turned to see Gundham behind you. Gripped tightly in his gauze-wrapped hand was a large, sharp knife the length of your forearm. Your eyes widened and you screamed, taken off guard by the frightening sight. “Gundham, please, no!” It was a bit odd that he looked more shocked than you did as you backed away from him, falling off the chair and onto the floor behind it with a thud. Tears began to stream down you face. 

You didn’t think it would end like this, but it was kinda of the perfect location. The room was sound-proof, after all. You just never expected a betrayal this cruel. Maybe you should’ve. After all this time, all of these deaths, it was naive to truly trust anyone on this island. Why did it have to be him though of all people? Maybe he had to do this. After all, the Devas were starving, too, and they meant the world to him. Getting out meant saving them as well.

Tossing the knife onto the bed, he rushed over to you, kneeling to the floor and tearing the earbuds out of your ears.

“What sort of demon has possessed you?!” Confusion coated his visage and the Devas hopped down from their master’s scarf and swarmed you, sensing your distress.

“What do you mean?! You just scared the shit outta me!” Fresh tears sprang forward with your frustration.

“That was never my intention, my beloved…” he shook his head apologetically.

“Well you can’t just pop up out of nowhere with a knife like that, especially in a situation like this! I thought you were about to fucking murder me!” 

“I assumed you knew that I would never do you harm, so I didn’t see an issue with my approach… These other peasants would do well to fear my dark powers, but I thought you knew that my loyalties lie with you, dear one!” He pulled off one of his dramatic gestures. You pulled your knees up into yourself, suddenly feeling very stupid.

He proceeded to explain that while he was gone, he’d decided to take on the Final Dead Room in hopes of finding a route of escape from the funhouse because he couldn’t stand to see you suffer like this for a single day more. Instead, he came upon a cache of weapons of every sort and size, and begged you to keep that fact a secret. Pulling you to your feet, he sat you down on the bed and handed you the knife.

“Since I can not spirit you away from this hell, I have chosen to provide you with the means to defend yourself should I ever fail to. Hide it somewhere that is always accessible to you and no one else. And my darling, I beg of thee,” he pleaded, “cease all usage of that wretched machine!” He pointed to the MP3 player discarded onto the ground. “You must be on your guard at all times in this place, especially if the Devas and I are not there to guard you.” Your bottom lip quivered, heart swelling at his concern for you, even after you screamed at him earlier. You sat the knife down and threw your arms around him, collapsing into his chest. You didn’t deserve him.

“I’m so sorry, Gundham! After I sat here and bitched at you for no reason, you went out and still thought of my safety? I’m so, so sorry!”

“Think nothing of it, dear one…” He mumbled, burying his red face in his scarf.

Teruteru Hanamura

Most of the your other classmates were repulsed or at the very least annoyed by Teruteru’s antics. His behavior: overtly flirty and forward, even to the point of perversion, was a major turn off for most of the people he talked to, but you actually really liked him. You found his one-liners funny, his pick up lines amusing. He was genuinely fun to hang out with, in your opinion. He complimented you a lot, and you would playfully tease and flirt back. He really seemed to enjoy the matching of his energy, and though you’d only known each other for about a week, you spent a lot of time together. He was usually showing you some simple yet delicious recipes and letting you taste test his meals (of course with a lot of innuendos built in) and you would share your interests with him while you cooked together. You noticed, also, that the more time you spent with him, the less time he spent bothering the others. Maybe all he needed was a little positive attention all along.

Tonight, all of your classmates would be attending a party, both to socailize and ensure that nothing could happen because you’d all be in the same place, which would leave too many witnesses, therefore making a killing unlikely. Teruteru of course was excited to do what he did best and provide the meals for the party, but his mood seemed to be like a rollercaster that day. As you spent hours helping him cook, sometimes leaving to take breaks or talk to the others, he seemed to go from flirty to worried, salacious to nervous, confident to angry. His mood seemed to turn foul when Nagito would waltz by the kitchen, passing through as he did his assigned cleaning duties in the party building. You noted this, but it was strange, as you hadn’t known Teruteru to particularly dislike any of your peers… Did he have an issue with Nagito? But Nagito was so chill…

No matter the reason for his mood swings, you took them for what they were and tried to help out by offering an extra hand (which he made a dirty joke about) or changing the subject when he got gloomy. You could only do so much to stabilize his mood, however, and eventually he seemed to just be barking orders or frustrated with you. He was already in a bad mood and you didn’t want to contribute to it. You weren’t a true chef anyway and you were probably just getting in the way, you figured, so you took a big tray of finished dishes and began to make your way out to the dining hall.

Your shoe caught onto a thick chord just outside the kitchen door, just a piece of junk Nagito hadn’t gotten to yet and you tumbled forward, spilling the entire tray onto the floor. You gasped as you hit the floor, your knees stinging with the impact. Teruteru, who witnessed the whole thing, ran over to you with a shriek to make sure you were okay. The melancholy melted away, and checking on you was all that mattered.

“(Y/N)!” Mistaking his tone for anger because of his previously existing foul mood, you were startled by his approach, flinching away, shrinking backwards slightly. You fucked up, you ruined the dishes he spent hours making. He was probably furious with you. He stopped dead in his tracks, shocked by that instinctual response from you. With your reaction, he finally realized how rude he’d been to you all night. It wasn’t your fault Nagito was up to no good, and even knowing what he knew, he shoudn’t have taken his mood out on you. He was pushing away the one person who treated him with such kindness and respect on this island. His mother wouldn’t have been proud of that. “Take my hand.” He extended it to you and helped you to your feet.

“I’m so sorry, Teruteru, your food-!” You began to apologize profusely but he cut you off.

“I can always make more. I enjoy making more. Are you alright? You took quite the spill!” He smiled warmly at you. “I shoudln’t have been so… intense earlier. My apologies.”

“Oh I’m fine! It’s okay. But, about the food… are you sure it’s gonna be okay? Can we really make more in time?” He nodded enthusiastically in response. When you beamed back at him, he felt his inside twist into a knot.

He had to stop Nagito tonight. It was decided. He didn’t know how, or the extent of Nagito’s plans, but he couldn’t let him start the killing game with that knife he’d caught him taping under the the dining hall table earlier that morning.

Because… what if Nagito chose you, as his victim?

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