#mukuro: sis i love you but do you honestly think—

[the-ultimate-puppteer]

Hi! Can you do a request where kyoko kirigiri confesses her love to a male reader who is junko enoshima's little brother

Kyoko confessesing to Junko precious baby brother

•Honestly when it came down to it you were a pretty chaotic and open person

•Though it's not like it was surprising considering You were Junko's precious baby brother as she would say

•You knew the only reason she constantly teased you like that was to flustered and annoy you

•Honestly people probably expected you to take after Mukuro, especially considering you talent was very similar to hers since you were the Ultimate Warrior.

•But honestly where would the fun in frowning all the time, that seemed so boring to you, do people think going through life like that is cool or something?

•Though to be fair she does pull it off well just like couple of other girls at Hope's peak did like Kyoko for instance 

•When it comes down to it she's the very definition of stoic, always calm and level headed she was honestly the opposite of you

•Little did you know However was that she had quite the crush on you

•Despite the fact that you honestly were pretty chaotic and loved fighting she honestly loved how open you were with people

•You weren't afraid to trust people, maje friends with even individuals that were on the more unsociable side like herself and Toko 

•You also freely expressed your emotions unashamed of displaying what you felt and honestly she loved that about you

•You were pretty confused when she asked to meet you after class was over

•You thought you may have done something wrong or maybe she needed you for case ot would be pretty awesome if you were a suspect of a crime, surprisingly it was neither

•What came outta her mouth honestly was a shock to your system as like always she was blunt and straight to the point

•(F/N) I have to confess that I seem to have developed feelings for you

•I'm not sure how this started but I honestly love everything about you, how open you are with people how despite everything you've seen and experienced you can still trust and Bond with others.

•This really was not what you expected when you woke up this morning, Seriously who would've expected that Kyoko of all people actually Liked you in a romantic capacity except big sis Junko

•You look at Kyoko with surprise and a face flushed red as she asks you if you would be open to a relationship with her

•You shyly look away and then turn your face towards her with a bright smile and answer with a resounding 'yes' then gently grasp her gloved hand with yours

#danganronpa x reader #kyoko kirigiri x reader #kyoko x reader

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

The Warriors of Hope: Reassembled!

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...?

...

*Komaru lies back down in a hospital bed. She barely has the strength to turn her head to look around.

...

Hm?

Oh! Ms Naegi! You’re awake!

...?

Can you hear me? It’s me, Mikan Tsumiki. Now, if you can hear me, please listen.

You’re at the Hospital Wing of Hope’s Peak Academy. After what happened, we managed to get you out of the city and to here, as far away from Towa Group as possible.

...To.....wa.....?

Your brother and a few others are in the waiting room for you. I’ll go get them.

I-I won’t let them all in at once though. I’ll do it in groups. It may get a bit much if I don’t.

*Mikan leaves for the waiting room.

...

*In the time that she’s gone, Komaru lifts up the covers of her bed and stares down. She sees an empty space blocked off by bandages where her leg used to be.

...

*SLAM!*

KOMARU!!

Wait, don’t shout!

*Makoto rushes up to Komaru in her bed. He stands there, waving his hands around, unsure of what to do. Eventually, he pulls his sister into a tight hug!

I-I’m so sorry Komaru! I’m sorry...! I...

*He breaks down into tears.

...

Makoto...Give her some room to breathe...

...

Yeah...

*Makoto pulls away from Komaru. The other people in the room with him are Kyoko, Toko and Mukuro.

...

...Don’t...

Huh?

*Komaru’s voice is raspy and quiet. She basically lost it after screaming the previous night.

Don’t...apologize...This...

TH......is.....is all.....m....y.....fa....ult...

Komaru, don’t say that! That’s not true.

It....is....I should...have....list...ened...to...to.....ko....

...

Mikan. What’s her status?

Well, there’s good news and bad news...

The good news is that she’ll definitely make a full recovery in time, and most of the scars inflicted on her may heal over time.

The bad news is that...well...her leg obviously won’t grow back...

...

...

...

...

And, while the physical damage is harrowing...

I-I’m more worried about her mental state...

Her mental state? What do you mean?

D-Don’t tell me she’s developing some form of PTSD...!?

What...!?

...

U-Unfortunately...i-if she doesn’t receive help soon...th-that may happen...

God dammit...

God DAMMIIIT!

...

I brought you all some tea. It’s hot so remember to leave it for a bit.

Thank you Ms Tojo.

Yeah. Thanks...

...

A-And you...?

...

Yeah, thanks for this. It’s good.

...You’re...You’re welcome...

*Kirumi awkwardly leaves the room.

I’ve been meaning to ask...um...Hoshi? You two seem to know each other...

Is she like your ex-girlfriend or something?

Heh, no, nothing like that...but we are old acquaintances.

Honestly, I’d love to strike up a conversation with her about the old days...but things aren’t exactly the best right now...

Why are you even here?

S-Sorry, that sounded rude, I didn’t-!

Nah, I know what you meant.

...I guess I just feel responsible for this...

How so?

I’m the one who told Komaru about the trafficking...eventually it led to this.

In part...I’m to blame for what happened to her.

Hoshi...

And you think being gloomy will help her in some way? Or are you just always like this?

...

...

...

...

Jeez, one could cut the tension in this room with a knife...

As if you didn’t expect this...

Meh...

...Say...Short dude?

Yeah?

Could you do me a favor?

I want to have a private discussion with my old friends...Could you...?

Got it...

*Ryoma gets up and leaves the waiting room for a brief moment.

...

...

...

...

...I know how you all feel...but I’m hardly the most important factor at play right now.

When you’re an analytical prowess like me, you tend to notice small things...and you’ve been fidgeting uncontrollably since we got here...

Can you blame us?

Komaru’s become the best teammate, the best leader, the best FRIEND, to us in the past 8 years.

And when she needs us most...there’s nothing we can do for her...!

And the kids...the kids we spent our childhoods with...All their lives are at stake!

And on top of that, YOU’RE back, which makes everything worse.

Ugh! The nerve on this guy!

Komaru was able to tell Toko in the time it took to get here about Haiji Towa’s plans to blow up the hospital. You probably don’t know this, but we’ve finally found a way to remove your dumb helmets, and now he’s choosing to strike.

Why now? Of all times?

I can think of two reasons.

One: Before, Haiji didn’t have Organization Zetsubou. Meaning he couldn’t have easily gotten the resources.

and Two: I think he wants to crush our hope. All those years ago, when Komaru and Toko beat Big Bang Monokuma, finally, when the adults had hope, it all came crashing down on them...Literally...

He’s doing the same to us. You guys have hope for your friends in the hospital, and just when you get hold of that hope, he’s going to consume you with despair.

...Then we need to stop him.

I know, but what can we do?

I’ll tell you what we’re not gonna do...

We’re NOT gonna stay here, sitting around, twiddling our thumbs, waiting for something to happen!

...What are you suggesting? That we go back to Towa City and attack Haiji ourselves?

...And what if I am?

Ah...!? S-Seriously?

No! I won’t allow it!

This isn’t up to us! The Future Foundation have already prepared to take action! This isn’t our place to act, you imbecile!

I already know that! But I’m not following the Foundations rules and I’m NOT asking your permission!!

I am Masaru Daimon! And I’m more a fighter than a thinker, you know this!

Actually Masaru, I’M the Fighter, you’re the Hero.

Who cares about that!? That still means I gotta fight through this!

But the Foundation-!

Can I just interject for a minute?

Do you guys...work for the Foundation now?

W-Well...no...We work WITH them, but not for them.

I see...then that means you guys are your own separate group.

So what you do can be none of the Future Foundations concern, right?

Then why not let Masaru run to Towa Tower and wreck shit?

W-Well I-

Nagisa, let’s be real. The Future Foundation has nothing to do with why you’re refusing to allow Masaru to go.

You’re just scared and soft-hearted. Scared that he’ll get hurt and you’ll lose your friend.

...

Nagisa...?

It’s...It’s not a shameful act to fear for your friends safety...and to be honest, I feel similar to Masaru.

Words can’t describe how much I want to rush into Towa Tower and kick the everloving shit out of Haiji...

But I’m still conflicted. Just because you feel like doing something terrible to someone who DEFINITELY deserves it, still doesn’t mean you should actually go and do it! This isn’t-

Nagisa, stop. Stop trying to explain yourself.

Kotoko, I-

I...I hate it...I hate the fact that he was torturing Big Sis, and we were so unaware of what was going on.

Komaru set herself up for this, but she did so because she didn’t want anyone else getting hurt...And if I don’t do this for her sake...

I-I could never call myself her friend!

So...you’re in on this too?

I don’t care if it’s just us two...I-

Three.

Huh?

Revenge Story-Population: 3. I’m coming too.

Jataro!

Nagisa. You’re right. We all know you’re right.

But...we have to do this. We can’t let this go as long as victory is within reach.

We know that going after Haiji for revenge makes us just as bad as him, but we really can’t cap all this rage and anger. We NEED to do this.

...

Fine...Fine, you win.

But if we’re going to do this, then I want all the members of the Warriors of Hope there.

We’re a team, we fight till the end as one.

Nagisa...thank you.

Damn straight...!

Yeah...

Ah...good for you guys!

And you? Sound good?

...!?

You’re willing to ask me as well?

I don’t exactly trust you Monaca, but you did save Komaru’s life, so I’m willing to give you a chance.

And something tells me you want to take a shot at your “Big Brother” too...and I specifically said “all the members” didn’t I?

Hmph...fine then.

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #danganronpa 2 #dr2 #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #danganronpa ultra despair girls #drae #komaru naegi #toko fukawa #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #mukuro ikusaba #mikan tsumiki #monaca towa #masaru daimon #jataro kemuri #nagisa shingetsu #kotoko utsugi #ryoma hoshi #kirumi tojo #ultra despair gang arc

[a-student-out-of-time]

Okay time for a crucial question. What are Junko and Mukuro up to right now?

*April 20th, Gaza Strip, very early morning*

*Mukruo is busy sharpening her knife*

Male Mercenary: Ikusaba!

God, you don’t have to yell. I’m right here. What is it?

Male Mercenary: You got a call.

Wait…seriously?

Male Mercenary: Yeah. They said their name‘s Junko. You know ‘em?

J…Junko…? That’s…

I’ll take it.

*She heads downstairs, through the rundown building Fenrir calls home, and reaches the wall phone*

…

*She picks it up*

He…hello?

And here I was thinking you weren’t actually gonna pick up! How’s my big sister doing?

Junko…h-how did you…where…I…

You have a lot of questions, don’t you?

First, I’m in Milan. Fashion show, y’know? Loooving it~

Second, you’re not that hard to track. I read about that little incident in Cairo last week.

Blowing up a whole bus full of innocent people, eh sis? There were six kids in there. You’re such a cold-blooded bitch.

I was drooling just from reading about it!

Y-yeah, pretty cool, right? They never saw it coming.

So that was you guys.

…

It’s a good thing you’re so good at killing people. You’d be totally useless otherwise.

Yeah. I know.

So…how are you? It’s been a while.

Over two years at my last count, my dear sister. 

Mom and Dad were, like, sooooo heartbroken when you ran away. We were all supposed to go on a nice vacation together. With you gone, we just…shut down.

It was the best! The despair of my beloved big sister disappearing! I never wanted it to end!

Well...glad I could provide.

Oooh, but I’m soooo happy to hear from you again, Muku-chan!

Because...I need some help.

Help? For what?

We can’t talk about it right now, but I’ll call you again when I’m out of town.

Just know I’m gonna need your help with this! It’s a big deal and you’re the best big sister I could’ve asked for!

And hey, nobody understands me like you do, Mukuro. I really, really wanna see you again~

The best, huh? Th-thank you, Junko.

It’s...honestly not been the same without you around.

Boring, right?

...yeah.

Trust me. This’ll fix all of that.

Call ya later, sis! Love ya!

Love you too!

*Junko hangs up*

...

Best...big sister, huh?

#Anonymous #danganronpa #thh #danganronpa thh #junko enoshima #mukuro ikusaba #a student out of time #DR #Twilight Syndrome Arc

[crackimagines]

Danganronpa 1 but Junko screws up and grabs two Ultimate Idols. Sayaka and Majima.

I can’t do this ask justice if I don’t do an entire substory of this, so congrats! This ask is gonna be long as FUCK. I’m gonna be slightly altering the ask but the principle will remain the same!

Thanks for the ask,  protoformx-blog! I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I have writing this!

Kamurocho Theater District...

“Crap! We need a special guest for our concert, but we haven’t been able to find one yet!...We need someone who’ll catch everyone’s attention...”

A large man in a black suit wearing an eye-patch passed her by, and she cleared her throat.

“E-EXCUSE ME SIR!”

“Hm?”

Sayaka went up to the man and put her hands together.

(Sayaka) “Um, this is a weird question but...Could you be part of our idol group?!”

(Man) “...Eh? Woah, hold up there, what?!”

(Sayaka) “Um, you see our group is about to perform with a guest star, but he unfortunately can’t make it. I tried telling my director, but he said a whole crowd of people are already here to watch us.”

(Man) “So why me? Surely you don’t need some random guy-”

(Sayaka) “Well, we need someone to catch everyone’s attention, and you’re perfect for that role!”

(Man) “Well...I mean I do karaoke but I’m not what you’d call a fantastic singer...Er, wait what’s your name?”

(Sayaka) “Oh, I didn’t introduce myself, did I? My name is Sayaka Maizono.”

(Man) “T-THE Sayaka Maizono? You wrote 24 Hour Cinderella, right?!”

(Sayaka) “Oh, good you know us! Yes, I did write that song, and conveniently that’s the song we’re actually performing.”

(Man) “Well, I think I can help you out after all! Name’s Majima.”

(Sayaka) “R-Really? Thank you so much, Majima-san! Let’s head inside, the group would love to meet you!”

SUBSTORIES: Everybody’s Idol: Goro Majima and Sayaka Maizono!

Later...

(Girl 1) “Well, I guess there are worse people to grab.”

(Girl 2) “D-Don’t say that!”

(Girl 3) “Well anyways, we’re glad to have you, Majima!”

(Majima) “Appreciate it. So, we’re just performing the one song, right?”

(Girl 4) “Yeah, you said you know it, right?”

(Majima) “Know it? Sweetheart, I AM that song! I got it memorized from each syllable!”

(Sayaka) “Whew, that at least makes our job easier.”

(Majima) “So who am I? Backup dancer or something?”

(Girl 2) “Um, actually you’re our lead singer.”

(Majima) “...What?! Sayaka, you didn’t tell me that!”

(Sayaka) “S-Sorry! I just found out myself! Apologies, Majima!”

(Majima) “Eh, it don’t matter all that much. Like I said, I can nail this no problem.”

(Sayaka) “I’m really glad you’re so enthusiastic about this!”

(Girl 1) “I just hope you can sing good!”

(Girl 2) “Bluntly put, but I agree.”

(Director) “Hey, you all are up!”

(Sayaka) “Whew, alright let’s do this!”

(Majima) “Don’t worry Sayaka, I GOT THIS.”

Everyone began applauding wildly as Sayaka’s group went off stage and changed back to their normal clothes.

(Sayaka) “Majima-san, that was amazing!”

(Girl 1) “Yeah, kudos to ya!”

(Girl 2) “You had such a lovely voice!”

(Girl 3) “I’m sure you’d skyrocket to the top with that style!”

(Girl 4) “We don’t see it often, that’s for sure!”

(Majima) “Bah, this is nothing. Singing’s not what I normally do, more of a side passion than anything.”

(Sayaka) “Is it cause of your current career?”

(Majima) “...Something like that, yeah.”

(Sayaka) “Well, since we have the night off, how about we treat you to dinner!”

(Majima) “Huh? Nah, I can’t let you guys pay for me-”

(Girl 1) “Come on, it’s a sign of thanks for getting us out of the fire there!”

(Girl 3) “Besides, the business is paying for us anyway!”

(Sayaka) “Please?”

(Majima) “Alright alright, ya got me. Come on, let’s eat some Sushi!”

Everyone went to a nearby sushi bar, and had a lively dinner together. All the other girls left as Majima and Sayaka were near the doors.

(Majima) “You got yourself a good team, Maizono.”

(Sayaka) “Yeah...I don’t know what I’d do without them honestly.”

(Majima) “They pull you through some tough times?”

(Sayaka) “Ha, that couldn’t even begin to describe it...There are...things we’ve done that we are not proud of to get to where we are...If we all didn’t have each other’s support, I’m pretty sure we would’ve broken down a long time ago...”

(Majima) “Sounds rough, but it’s good you had someone there.”

(Sayaka) “...I’m assuming it was kind of the same thing for you?”

(Majima) “Eh? What makes you say that?”

(Sayaka) “Well, you’re pretty young to have fought during the war so that eyepatch must’ve come from something bad that happened. That’s how it is for a Yakuza, right?”

(Majima) “...Yeah, I suppose this isn’t exactly the most flattering thing to look at.”

(Sayaka) “You don’t seem like a bad person in my book, Majima-san. But, was there anyone who helped you when you needed it?”

(Majima) “...”

(Majima) “...There was someone but...I’m on my own now.”

(Sayaka) “I’m sorry to hear that. Even though we’re leaving Kamurocho, I’ll be able to help anyway I can!”

(Majima) “Hah, I appreciate that. Though it’d be safer if you focused on your own team. I’m not exactly a crowd you wanna fall in with.”

(???) “Really? Cause you two are exactly who I need!”

Majima and Sayaka turned around and saw 2 girls looking at them.

(Sayaka) “Oh, Junko, Mukuro! What are you two doing in Kamurocho?”

(Majima) “Friends of yours?”

(Sayaka) “Classmates, actually! Well anyways, how are you guys doing? Did you come to watch our performance-”

“Nah, I just need you two to fulfill my plan. You two are all that’s missing actually.”

Sayaka’s eyes widened as Majima got in front of her, his arm shoving her behind him.

(Majima) “What’s that supposed to mean?”

(Junko) “What, you stupid? It’s exactly as I said! You two are needed for my Ultimate plan of despair!”

Majima kept staring at Mukuro, noticing she was barely moving at all while Junko talked.

(Junko) “The Two Ultimate Idols? Can’t have only one of you-”

(Majima) “Ultimate Idol? Now hang on there, I’m just-”

(Junko) “I don’t care. If I say you’re an idol, you ARE one. SIS!”

Majima shoved Sayaka back as he drew out his knife, and swiped away a syringe Mukuro had in her hand as it came swinging at them, and kicked Junko back and made her stagger back.

(Majima) “Sayaka, get to the girls and get the cops! Leave these scum to me!”

Sayaka nodded and ran away,. Mukuro moved to chase after her, but Majima jumped in front, knife out.

(Junko) “Well well, looks like you know how to fight! It won’t really matter, you two are going to be kidnapped by me anyway!”

(Mukuro) “Careful, I sense something dangerous about him. He’s got the look of a Mad Dog.”

Majima shifted his neck side to side, holding his knife steadily.

(Majima) “Heh, haven’t been able to let loose for a while...! ALRIGHT, TIME FOR MAD DOG COUNTER SPAM”

(Junko) “...Uh, what’s tha-”

“YEEEEHEHEHEHEHEE!”

20 seconds later...

“M-Majima-san! We brought he-OH MY GOD!”

Majima stood as Mukuro and Junko rolled around in pain in their blood with knife wounds in them.

(Majima) “...Uh, let’s just leave it to the cops.”

(Officer) “Cuff em!”

They took Mukuro and Junko away as Majima awkwardly put away his knife.

(Majima) “Uh, you girls are fine, right?”

(Sayaka) “Y-Yeah, thanks to you. We have an escort coming to take us to our hotel right now. But anyways, thank you so much Majima!”

(Majima) “Hah, don’t worry about it. This is why it isn’t safe to stick with me.”

(Sayaka) “I suppose but...Aside from the uh, stomach impalements, you’re not such a bad person! If you need an ear, I’ll be more than happy to make some time for you!”

(Majima) “Appreciate that. When you’re not on tour, I’ll be sure to show you ‘round Kamurocho more. I’ll be following you guys closely, so keep making some great hits.”

“Thanks for everything Majima. Hopefully we’ll see each other soon!”

“I’m sure we will. Take care, Sayaka.”

They walked their separate directions. As Sayaka went back to her group, she looked back at Majima walking into the grounds.

“I wonder if I’ll be able to find myself a boy as cool as Majima-san...Heh, I wonder what Makoto in an eyepatch would look like?”

SUBSTORY: Everybody’s Idol: Goro Majima and Sayaka Maizono! [END]

#dr #dr1 #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #shitpost #yakuza 0 #goro majima #sayaka maizono #junko enoshima #mukuro ikusaba

[allgoodthingsflowintothecity]

Naegiri Week Day 2 - Melt

Some pre-game, pre-relationship stuff. Honestly, this one is about 40% Naegiri and 60% me realizing I really like writing Junko, so... apologies? Also, there’s an official 4koma where Kyoko refers to Makoto as “dangerously cute.” Good content.

Makoto Naegi thought that he’d been doing a good job at making friends with all of his new classmates this year. He might not be an Ultimate, not really, but he was certainly more agreeable than most, and that was one thing he could pride himself on. Even when it came to people like the constantly-defensive Toko Fukawa or the arrogant and dismissive Byakuya Togami, he felt that he was at least making steps to get to understand them better, perhaps even getting to the point where he would consider them friends even if they wouldn’t return the sentiment.

But some of his classmates were much, much more difficult to get a handle on than others. For example? Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba, the set of twins that seemed never to part. Mukuro, while not friendly by any means, was polite enough on the rare occasion that she wasn’t shadowing her sister, but mostly she just hung behind Junko and glared suspiciously at anyone she interacted with. That much, Makoto could deal with. She was, apparently, an ex-soldier; he understood how that might leave someone feeling wary and protective of their loved ones.

The real enigma was Junko. Sometimes she’d be peppy and interested—maybe a little too interested, though Makoto tried not to judge—in what her classmates had to say. Other days, she’d reply to every inquiry with a string of expletives or just sit alone (though Mukuro was always nearby) and sulk, sighing melodramatically to herself. Makoto felt a bit guilty for how nervous she made him; sometimes people were more vulnerable to mood swings than others, he knew that, and there were mental conditions that could cause dramatic personality shifts. He hated to think that he was judging her poorly over something she couldn’t control. But it was more than just that. Somehow, Junko had a knack for getting under people’s skin. She’d fret loudly that she worried her new exercise regimen would make her look too muscular and “mannish” for anyone to find attractive just as Sakura Ogami walked by. She’d lament to Kiyotaka Ishimaru that she tried to keep her grades up, but how could she ever manage when she was so naturally unintellectual, and after all, it was the skills you were born with, not the ones you worked for, that really mattered? Just last week, Makoto had overheard Junko asking Sayaka Maizono if she’d heard of that new all-female pop group that was leading all the charts, “and they all seem so close too! Hey, when’s the last time you saw the rest of your group?” It was entirely possible that these were all just unfortunate coincidences and Junko’s worst crime was being a little insensitive, but Makoto couldn’t help but feel unnerved every time she casually tossed out a sentence that struck right at one of their classmates’ emotional weak spots.

Knowing all this, he really shouldn’t have been surprised when she zeroed in on him, a big toothy smile on her face, the lunch period after what was at that point the most nerve-wracking night of his life. Junko placed her cafeteria tray down next to him, and patted the seat on her other side until Ikusaba took it. “Soooo, Naegi,” she began, sitting down.  “I hear you’re melting the local ice queen, huh?”

“Huh?” He glanced between them, already feeling like a fly caught in a spider’s web. A quick look around the cafeteria revealed that the only person present with the capability to rescue him was an upperclassman he recognized by their girth as the Ultimate Imposter. Unfortunately, the man of many faces seemed too distracted by their plate, piled high with food, to pay them any mind. Abruptly Makoto regretted choosing to eat lunch early.

Junko made a show of rolling her eyes, jabbing him harder than he’d like with her elbow. “Don’t play dumb! Everyone knows you asked out Trust Issues with the hands last night. Can’t believe you actually got her to say yes!”

“Uh.” Makoto wasn’t quite sure where to start with that statement. There was the fact that, apparently, “everyone” knew that he had asked Kyoko Kirigiri on a date, despite the fact that the only person he’d told about it aside from Kirigiri herself was his good friend, Asahina. As genuine as Asahina’s friendship was, she could be a bit of a blabbermouth, but that still didn’t explain how Junko knew Kirigiri had said yes when he hadn’t even updated Hina on the situation since receiving Kirigiri’s response. There was the litany of unflattering nicknames Junko had just unleashed upon Kirigiri. He could easily imagine her non-reaction if she had been present to hear them—one of the things he most admired about the detective was her ability to keep calm under pressure—but Makoto himself still felt compelled to defend her, especially given how she’d done nothing to earn Junko’s scorn. Then there was the whole “can’t believe you got her to say yes” thing, which, yes, shouldn’t have been a big deal. But Makoto had to admit it rankled him.

Before he could even begin to form his reply, Junko barreled on. “Honestly? I figured she only hung out with you because you’re the one person here who’s so clearly harmless. Like, she doesn’t like me because I’m, like, super nosy, y’know? And she doesn’t like Sis because Sis knows, what, a thousand and ten different ways to kill somebody? But what are you gonna do?” She pointed her chopsticks at him for emphasis. “Be too nice to her?”

There was a moment of thoughtful chewing before she added, “Well, I guess that’s what you did, after all.”

“I-I’m sure she doesn’t dislike you…” That probably shouldn’t have been the aspect Makoto focused on, especially since he wasn’t sure it was actually true. But this whole conversation—if such a one-sided dialogue could even be called that—was throwing him for a loop.  After the stress of asking Kiri last night, he’d been prepared to avoid any and all anxiety-inducing conversations until… well, until their date. Now his head was swimming; why was Junko so interested in his relationship? How did she even know about it in the first place? She wasn’t right when she said that Kirigiri only liked him because he was “harmless,” was she?

His panic was interrupted by the soft clunk of a tray being placed on the side of him where Junko and Mukuro weren’t seated. “Good morning, Naegi,” came a familiar voice.

Oh. Oh, this was going to be either very good or very, very bad.

“H-Hi, Kirigiri,” he stuttered. She raised an eyebrow at his obvious nerves, and then her eyes moved to the duo behind him. He imagined she was very easily connecting the dots.

Junko didn’t look even a little guilty as the detective frowned at her. She gave an exaggerated wave, showing her teeth in another wide grin. “Heeeey, girl! We were just talking about you!”

Makoto wasn’t going to have any appetite to actually eat his lunch at this point.

If Kirigiri was surprised by this news, she didn’t show it as she pulled her chair out and took a seat. “That’s appropriate,” she commented coolly, picking up her chopsticks. “I was just speaking about you as well.”

Junko’s smile abruptly turned to a scowl of annoyance as Kirigiri gestured behind herself, pointing at a positively irate-looking Ishimaru marching up to their table. “Enoshima! Ikusaba!” he boomed. “Hacking into the Hope’s Peak Academy security system is absolutely against school rules! I’m going to have to insist that you two go speak with the headmaster immediately!”

There was a moment where Makoto was sure that Junko was going to put up a fight, but in the end she simply flipped one of her ponytails and moved to stand up. “Eh, fair enough. C’mon, Sis.”

Mukuro didn’t even reply as she followed after her twin, the two exiting the cafeteria. Now that he could breathe again, Makoto noticed that the rest of the student body was starting to filter in. No one was paying much attention to Ishimaru’s latest rule crackdown.

The hall monitor clapped Kirigiri on the back. He was too caught up in his victory to notice the way her eyes narrowed in annoyance at him, but Makoto did. “Well done identifying the culprits, friend! Giving anyone other than authorized security personnel access to the surveillance tapes would have been a disaster!”

“I’m sure Enoshima has already watched some of the recent tapes,” said Kirigiri. “It was a reference she made to events last evening that initially tipped me off. Still, if the system was compromised only this morning, she hasn’t had very long to go through the footage.”

Ishimaru glowered at the lack of respect for school property. “Unbelievable! To commit such an indecent act… I must proceed to the headmaster’s office and ensure that their punishment is fitting!”

“Don’t tell the headmaster I was involved!” came Kirigiri’s hurried request as Ishimaru filed out of the room. It was probably useless and both Makoto and Kirigiri knew it; if Ishimaru was even capable of lying, he hadn’t shown it through the entire semester they’d known him. She sighed after he left. “I really wish I didn’t have to bring him into it.”

Makoto blinked, still trying to digest all of the new information he’d just received. “Wait. Enoshima and Ikusaba… hacked into the security system this morning?”

“Well, I would imagine it was Enoshima’s idea, but yes. I suppose I should thank you. If I hadn’t heard her speaking to you, I wouldn’t have realized that she was the perpetrator.”

So, that explained how Junko knew about their upcoming date. It also meant—“So, you heard that whole thing back there?” Makoto couldn’t see his own face, but he knew it was beet red.

“I did step in as soon as it sounded like you were really having trouble dealing with her.”

“O-Oh… Yeah, thanks…”

“And for the record…” Was that a hint of pink on Kirigiri’s cheeks as well? “She was wrong. I don’t just think you’re harmless.”

Makoto felt the corners of his mouth turn up. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” Then she was leaning in to lightly kiss his cheek, and he thought he might internally combust. “You,” she whispered, voice only slightly wobbly. “Are dangerously cute.”

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