#nagisa shingetsu x reader

[thequietkid-moonie]

Foster Parent comforting them after a nightmare

[ SCENARIO ] [ Kotoko, Nagisa, Masuru, Jataro, Monaca ] [ Danganronpa Ultra Despair Girls ]

⚠️ This contain spoilers about their backstory

They are my babies, I would give the the sun, the moon and the stars if I can ❤️ Anyways, im FINALLY writing for them again!! IM SO HAPPY!!

I don't care what people think or say, I know Monaca suffered a lot too, the fear she felt when she sees Hanji again is REAL!!

Kotoko Utsugui

Kotoko doesn't really like to talk about what happened to her, she gets pretty mad whenever someone or something reminds her about her past, and even so she prefers to act like it she doesn't mind it anymore, what happened in the past it stays on the past, and now that she has someone who cares for her why she will like to remember so disgusting things?

But as much as she tried to forget her trauma still hunt her down from time to times, that fear that exist deep inside her of one day the horrible parents she had will come for her and make her return to her old life (if she still continue going to the drama club she feels insecure about it from time to time too)

Saddly, all the feelings and fears she tries to ignore sometimes come to her as a dream, as a terrible nightmare where no matter how much she call for your name you aren't there, instead she just see her father, who with a big smile congratulate her for her amazing performance and remember her that there is something that she still have to do

Kotoko wake up all scared before something even can happen because she just couldn't handle all of that again, tears already falling from her eyes, her whole body shaking and trying to cover her body while trying to normalize her breathing

It depends on how bad her nightmare was to what she will do next, if it wasn't that bad she will try to calm down by herself, not really wanting to bother you and being anxious about going out of her room, but is more likely that at the end she goes to your room to at least sleep by your side, in the other hand if the nightmare was really bad she won't be able to calm down so she just runs to your room crying almost imediatly, also it could be that she scream while sleeping or when she wakes up what will alert you so you will be the one going to her room

Either way, Kotoko is just crying, she isn't able to explain what happened and she doesn't want to talk about it either (she even almost scream at you if you ask her about the nightmare just because she is scare), she just want to be in your arms, she just want to know that she is with you and that you won't let those perverts touch her again, if Kotoko manage to say something will be to either ask you to please hold her or to ask you if you will let that people reach her

Kotoko doesn't want to leave your arms so you will have to hold her for a long time until she calm down, as well sweet and soft touches (such as caress her hair or back and small kisses on the forehead) and reasuring her that something like that will never happen again help her calm down faster, still it will take her some time to fall sleep again and there is no way she will do it alone

The next days Kotoko will be more quiet than usual, even a little shy with her head down, she isn't really embarrassed about waking you up is just that the nightmare really affected her, but with some time she will feel better and will go back to her normal self again

Nagisa Shingetsu

Nagisa doesn't really have problems with talking about what happened to him in the past and he even talk about like it isn't nothing or that it doesn't bother him, but in reallity all that he suffered affects him more that even he knows

Nagisa were exposed not just standards too high and a constant rejection but to the effects of drugs in order to make him work more and more, and even when he acts mature deep down he is still searching for the approval of the ones he loves and is startled by the the minimum errors

For being in a house where he is appreciated by just being himself and don't ask him to be perfect or to spend all the night studing the fear of messing things up or even disappointing you hunt him from time to time (not always but it still there), so having a nightmare related to it isn't totally strange

Dreaming about his father and all that he went through it doesn't really affect him, it bothers him and it startle him, but aside from that he doesn't have much troubles with it, is dreaming about you being disappointed of him what makes him afraid, you being mad, disappointed or even calling him a failer is what makes him afraid, is that what will make him anxious, desperate trying to explain himself and apologize for his error, even promising that it isn't going to happen again and he wil make it up for it (but if you don't seem to wanting to heard him that will lead him to a panic attack)

When Nagisa is finally able to wake up he is afraid and sweating, he may even jump a little in his bed, he is so nervous that he is even disoriented, it take him a moment to start to calm down and realice that he is in his room, that everything was just a dream, even so he isn't fully calm

The last thing he wants is to bother you (specially if the nightmare really affected him), so Nagisa tries to calm down, repeating himself that everything was just a dream and that you aren't like that, you'd told him a million of times that you don't expect perfection from him

He may be able to calm down enough to try to go back to sleep once again, but if the nightmare was specially scary or it affected him a lot he won't be able so he just goes out of bed and take a walk around the house, maybe a glass of water could help him calm down. He doesn't really want to wake you up, even if he know that you won't be mad for it the memory of your bothered expression and voice of his nightmare make him anxious, he doesn't want to see it in real life

Its okay if you find him in the middle of the night in the kitchen or you see him until the morning, Nagisa doesn't really craves for direct comfort he just need the reasurance that you aren't mad or dissapointed of him, so for him is okay just continuing with your normal routine (although he will be more talktive and clingy, like quietly asking for the parental love and comfort)

He doesn't want to talk about his nightmare, so even if you insist the most you will get from him is admitting that he had a nightmare, he not just doesn't care for it but he is a little embarrassed of needing/wanting comfort, so if you try he will complain at little at first but totally accept it (specially if is a hug)

Masuru Daimon

Masuru normally don't talk about the abuse he suffered from his father mainly because he doesn't see a point on doing so, and since now he has a home and a parent that always welcome him with open arms he doesn't see why he should remember the bad past with the demons

Also, his past doesn't affect him directly, it makes him pretty aggresive from time to time but it is something he can change, he is just bother by it when he remember it but aside from that he normally just act as the energetic child he is

For Masuru to have a nightmare about his past of abuse is more likely to have been triggered by something during the day, something that had make him nervous or remember him about it. His new house is one where he is more free and appreciated, and even if he can desesperate you from time to time you never really decided to hit him, so having a nightmare where is again with the abusive father he had is pretty shocking for him and he doesn't like it, he want to be where he isn't attacked, he want to be with you so even in his nightmare he is searching for you, but you aren't anywhere, what makes him more an more desperate

When Masuru finally manage to wake up he is shaking and sweating, still it depends in how bad his dream was to how he will react, if it wasn't too bad he just wake up scare but still he will try to calm down, while if his nightmare were really bad even after waking up (probably with a little scream) he is so afraid that even will have a panic attack. But in both cases he is pretty scare and is pretty loud while trying to calm down (specially in a panic attack because he tend to self harm), so is more likely he ends up waking you up for the noises and you go to his room

When you enter in his room/knock on his door he is immediatly startled but by recognizing you his tears start to fall from his eyes because as much as he like to act all rough and brave, deep down he knows that he doesn't have to fear when he is with you, also it depend in how scare he is to his next move, either asking you what are you doing there or running to your arms, but it doesn't matter much his reaction because he wants your comfort

Is probably that Masuru start to have a panic attack, depending in how scare he was and he will try to hit himself to make him calm down unless you guide/teach him another way to be able to calm down (a less aggresive way), as well that he is able just cry into your arms depend in your relationship and how much he trust you, otherwise he will be trying to convice you that he isn't scare at all

However, not matter how much the nightmare affected him at the next morning Masuru return to his normal self and just be cheerful since the morning (but if the nightmare was really bad he will be a little startled when he does something wrong or you seem mad for a while)

Jataro Kemuri

Jataro has been treated so poorly for all his life, not just for his mother but his friends used to treat him bad too, so it take him a long time to get used to being with someone that truly cares for him and loves him just for being him

Jataro doesn't has any problem with talking about his past of abuse, although he talk about it like if it is something normal for how used he is to it, he just repeat what his mother used to tell him (especially when he start to take a liking for you because he doesn't want to hurt you with his horrendous appearance)

As he slowly start to get more used to and comfortable with your kindness towards him it will be a while where he is more nervous about making you mad, being insecure of himself thinking that he won't be enough or that he will end up making you mad (he kinda expected it as something that will obviously happen)

For him to have a nightmare related to this is more likely to be caused because something through the day trigger him and is more common to happen when he is just getting used to his new life, it could be that he is with his mother, either that thinking that being with you was all just a dream or some kind or that you had throw him with her again because you don't want him anymore, also it could be with you the dream, making you so mad that you start treating him bad like her used to do, and probably even force him to wear the mask once again, or that he end up hurting you still somehow believing what his mother used to tell him

No matter what his nightmare was about he wakes up frighten, it take him a moment to realice where he is and still his anxiety doesn't fully goes away, the more the nightmare scare and affected him the more anxious he will be, leading him to start crying for nervousness and even to compulsive scratching his arms and head

He may not be really loud but is at least enough to alert you, and the moment you approach to him (either entering on the room or knocking on the door) he is immediatly startled and just stare a moment at you trying to decipher who it is between his anxiety, and when he reconize you he is mixed between wanting to be in your arms and feeling ashame of himself, so he just continue being troubled by his anxiety while saying little apologizes (but don't apologizing for something in concret)

In this ocations Jataro really craves for comfort but he isn't going to really ask for it because he feels ashame, just being able to be in your soft embrace will help him start to calm down and a direct reasurance that you aren't mad at him or that you don't think of him like his mother did comfort him a lot

He isn't completely sure if he will be able to fall sleep alone again but he is willing to try just because he doesn't want to bother you, but if you don't mind he will be happy for you to stay with him until he falls sleep (and will sleep with you only if you insist)

The next day he will still be a little nervous, not wanting to bother you with his presence so he will be a little quiet for a while, until he feel completely sure that he isn't bothering you

Monaca Towa

It isn't easy for Monaca to trust in someone, she could be acting all happy and charming and even calling you her parent already but deep down she isn't fully used to his new life and even a little wary of you, is just that she goes carefuly, little by little

And as just as she doesn't fully trust you she isn't going to talk about what happened to her right away, she even cover it saying that Monaca was really loved by everyone (more specifically in her school) and that everyone wanted to be her friend, and even when she feel completely comfortable with you she doesn't know if she will tell you the truth

For her to have a nightmare related to this isn't really common, or at least no to be enough to truly frighten her, so is more likely during the day something trigger her and/or she is specially anxious. Her nightmare could vary, being about her abusive family, by just being there with them again and you were nowhere to seem, or even worst that you are the one leaving her with them or even mocking her for trusting you and starting to act like how her family used to do, ignoring her and even calling her a pest

When she finally wakes up she is really nervous and even sweating a little, her past afect her more that she likes to admit so having to relive it in a nightmare isn't something good for her, she is looking everywhere a little disoriented and really startled by it, still it doesn't take her long to realice that she is safe in her room, the room you designed for her and she was free to decorate at her taste, just that is really comforting for her and since she doesn't really make much noises while calming down it isn't a reason why you will know about it

However, it actually will affect her much more the nightmare if you are the one on the nightmare, she tries to make it seem like it doesn't bother her and that is nothing but it slowly make her pretty nervous and insecure, going as far as making her almost imposible to properly calm down, so is more likely that she end up going to your room and getting into your bed quietly to at least be by your side, even snuggling to you

Monaca doesn't want to talk about her nightmare nor admit that she was scare, so if you insist enough or she already trust you the more she will do is say that she had a nightmare, not really wanting to give details about it and she doesn't like to make a big deal of it neither

Monaca doesn't exactly ask for comfort but she wouldn't mind receiving it but still she prefer just doing the common things like any other day, from the outside it seems like she isn't bothered at all but deep down she is still a little nervous and will be a little wary not just of you but of her own actions, something that she does almost unconsciously, as well as insisting a little more on helping you in whatever she can or talking with you, even small chats she just need the reasurance that you still care for her

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[dragondemoness]

How about platonic woh with a father figure reader who loves to do dad jokes

Sorry these are kinda short

Platonic Warriors of Hope with a Dorky Dad Reader who Likes to Make Dad Jokes

Masaru Daimon 

He thinks your jokes are kinda stupid

But he doesn't wanna say anything, because he's partly afraid of you becoming a repeat of his "real" father

But when you tell him it's perfectly ok to make fun of them, he doesn't hold back

"Hey, Masaru! Why did the football coach go to the bank? To get his quarter back!"

"Ugh, quit it!" 

He still loves your dad jokes tho

Especially when he's having a bad day

Jataro Kemuri 

He doesn't really get them most of the time

"Hey, Jataro! What has ears but cannot hear? A cornfield!"

"Huh...? Corn can hear...?"

See, he's kinda lost

But he still laughs at them anyway, even if he doesn't understand

Pls protect this sweet boi

Kotoko Utsugi 

She pouts every time you tell one of your jokes

"Hey, Kotoko! I used to hate facial hair but then it grew on me!"

"Hmph! You don't have facial hair!"

She really hates your jokes

Which is exactly why you tell them

Nagisa Shingetsu 

He absolutely despises your jokes

He thinks they're really stupid

He often shoots your jokes down and acts like a smartass

"Hey, Nagisa! I'm reading an anti-gravity book. I just can't put it down!"

"There is no such thing as anti-gravity, (Name). Not even books."

He never lets you have your fun

Monaca Towa 

She laughs at them

Not because they're funny, but because they're stupid

She laughs in a "Wow, you're pathetic" way

"Hey, Monaca! What type of tree fits in your hand? A palm tree!!"

"Hehe... That was the worst one I've heard from you!"

This girl is absolutely brutal

The disappointed look on your face makes her laugh even harder

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[aritsukemo]

Danganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls 🧡🌺

Last Updated: Apr. 23, 2024

I'm willing to write for all characters aside from Toko Fukawa, Haiji & Monaca Towa! The Warriors of Hope will strictly be written under platonic circumstances!

Full Length Fanfic 💙📓

Headcanons ❤️🏀

Imagines/Drabbles/Scenarios 🩷🎭

Other 🤎🎨

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

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[yandere-toons]

Since you said you were into Danganronpa, what about a platonic scenerio or HCs with the warriors of hope ?

Nagisa Shingetsu, Jataro Kemuri, Masaru Daimon, Kotoko Utsugi, Monaca Towa (Platonic Scenario - "The Good Teacher")

WARNING: references to child abuse, home invasion, implied desecration of corpses, fantasy violence, blood, implied non-consensual drug use.

A.N. - Excuse me while I sleep for a week.

THE NIBBLING OF A SANDWICH being eaten was the loudest noise in the serene classroom, interrupted only by the ticktock of a round clock perched high on the wall above the door.

It took five minutes before Nagisa Shingetsu touched the food you had given him.

His eyes, blue as his horned hair, were lined with dark circles that contrasted with his pallid skin. He had spoken at length about how inappropriate it was for him to eat at his desk when you first presented the meal, but if one looked at him now, they saw nothing but a hungry boy eating his fill.

“It's nice to eat something that doesn't burn my throat,” Nagisa had thought upon tasting the fresh food with nothing hidden inside.

On your desk was a thick folder, the contents of which were so dreadful that you had avoided opening it for the past hour. A part of you wished for it to disappear by the time you looked near it again.

The door creaked open with a cautious slowness, and a young boy by the name of Jataro Kemuri poked his head through the crack to make sure there was no danger waiting to ambush him. The mask that wrapped around his head was a patchwork of leather flaps, obscuring every part of his face but his grey eyes and the straight line of his mouth.

Those same eyes raked the classroom as if worried that he had taken the path he walked every day and somehow ended up in the wrong room.

His mother liked to alternate between rushing to be rid of him for the day and forgetting to drive him here until the last minute. Judging from the half-hour still waiting to tick on the clock, it was one of the former days.

You considered calling out to Jataro but held your tongue at the memory of his dislike for loud and sudden noises, choosing to wave at him instead.

The gesture gave him the courage he needed to nudge the door open wider with his shoulder and step inside. His gaze never lifted higher than the floor until he had shambled up to your desk, but even then, it rose only to the cup of pens and pencils sitting on the corner.

Jataro kept his arms extended outwards from the front of his chest. He had pulled at the sleeves and stretched them until they were longer than his arms, falling over his hands and acting as a buffer from anything that sought to touch him.

Around his shoulders were the straps of a white backpack, the muffled rattles within it suggesting a heavy load.

“You told Kotoko she could bring her own clothes, so I thought maybe I could bring some of my art supplies.” Jataro pointed the top of his head at you when he suggested this, rocking slightly and perhaps hoping to soften the blow he expected from across the desk if he looked you in the eye.

You motioned to the adjacent wall running along the left side of the room, for it faced the outside and had a long window that poured sunlight onto the space below it. “You're welcome to draw all over these walls. The floors, too. Even the ceiling if you have a ladder.”

His head jerked up. “What?!” Jataro draped his arms over his mask, speaking in a combination of a whimper and a groan. “Are you messing with me? Figures you'd pick on me.”

You lightly shook your head. “No!” After peeking at a few of the walls in the classroom, you squinted in exaggerated disgust. “Look at this place. It's all grey and hopeless.” In addition to shrivelling your nose, you curled your lips to form a comical grimace. “We could use some colour.”

A tiny smile graced Jataro's face, and he ambled to the wall you had first suggested. “I'll give it some colour,” he mumbled. The bag slipped off his back, rode down his arm, and landed with a clunk on the floor beside the window.

The zipper on his backpack hummed as it was pulled to the opposite end, followed by the clatter of various tools spilling out around him.

A sawing noise alerted you to the sight of Jataro dragging a chisel across the wall. Chips of paint were bending away from the tool before falling to the ground, and you prepared a lie to tell if any of the other teachers or the principal asked.

Hanging from a clasp around his neck was a knee-length apron, its brown fabric splattered with dry paint and chalk powder.

You delivered a box of crayons and markers to the side of his backpack while he was engrossed in drawing humanoid figures. When you glanced in his direction several minutes later, the drawings had all been outfitted with streaks of crayon and the pungent scent of a fresh marker.

“Hey, teach! Heads up!” shouted an energetic voice.

Your eyes spun from Jataro to a basketball hurtling towards you, and your hands flew off the desk to catch it just before it would have smashed into your nose. You held the ball there for a moment then slowly lowered it with mild amusement.

The competitive smile of Masaru Daimon greeted you from the entrance as the door swung shut behind him, his hands coming up to lay a pair of headphones on his spiky, red hair.

“Gotta be faster,” you chided him in a way that was more playful than it was serious.

Masaru jumped to catch the ball when you tossed it back to him. He winced upon touching the ground, and the gravity of the fall revealed a bruise on his upper arm. Its purple and black colouration was hidden under the black hem of his short-sleeve shirt, its irregular contour matching the size of an adult fist.

You pushed your chair back as you stood.

Masaru was panting and bouncing the ball off the floor into his hands.

It was a common suspicion of yours that he ran to school, one that grew on the days when he arrived hours late with a limp or busted lip. Those days fed into your mental image of the person who gave him the injuries, but an angry excuse was all you got out of him when you raised a question.

His eyes were concentrated on the motion of the ball until you crouched in front of him. In your hand was a small bandage, which you extended to him with an open palm. The smile on his face shrank, but Masaru took the bandage.

“Gotta keep your throws strong, right?” The calm mix of sincerity and encouragement in your voice brought some of the joy back to his smile.

He bared his teeth in a bigger smile and dashed to his chair in the front row as if in a race, but he chose to dribble the ball next to his desk instead of sitting down.

You watched him with a frown that was lost in thought, eventually sighing and taking a seat at your desk.

The door thudded open as it was wrenched out of its frame and pushed to the wall, and in stepped a young girl with pink hair as long as she was tall. Her hands were clutching the strap of a duffle bag, which was decorated with heart and flower stickers.

“Kotoko!” came your pleased greeting. She whipped her head around at your call, a smile of excitement and relief overtaking any impatience when you beckoned her to your desk with a wave of your hand.

Kotoko Utsugi dashed forward and hopped onto the edge of the desk with her side facing you. She allowed her legs to dangle, for her attention was devoted to hugging the duffle bag and looking it up and down with the desire to bring its contents into the morning light.

“Some hall monitor tried to make me open my bag,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes and fiddling with the zipper. Like a candle flickering between light and dark, Kotoko wiped the discontent from her face and turned to you with a joyful laugh. “So I just told him it was girl stuff! That sent him running!”

Joining her amusement with a chuckle and a mental note to find her a more discreet method, you stood up and walked to the door. The hinges squeaked as it opened, but there were no footsteps or voices to fill the corridor. A quick scan of both directions proved it to be empty save for a couple of posters on the walls.

You nodded at Kotoko and held the door open for her, causing her to sprint across the hall to the bathroom.

You leaned back into the classroom to observe the hubbub unfolding in the third row, where Masaru had grasped fistfuls of Jataro's mask and was pulling him out of his seat. Jataro was flailing his arms in helpless defiance.

“Jataro's head is not a ball, Masaru!”

Masaru sounded a disappointed and exaggerated “aw” under the din of Jataro's protests, the amusement in his voice hinting that he had yet to let go. “But it's huge and round like one!”

His fun was brought to an end when Nagisa stepped in front of the desk with his arms crossed. Nagisa wore a stern frown that looked too much like that of a disapproving parent for Masaru's taste, and he gave Nagisa an equally scathing look in return.

“Our teacher asked you to stop.”

While you were focused on the staring contest between Masaru and Nagisa, Kotoko dashed back into the classroom with a twirl and a deep breath of excitement. “I am ready to perform!” She thrust her leg into the air and pulled her arms up in an improvised dance move.

On her legs were long socks with pink and white stripes, atop her head was a horned headband, and she had ditched the slip-on shoes for high heel boots.

From the way Kotoko was patting her hair and reaching out to nothing in pretend monologues, it was like she was wearing new, much more comfortable skin.

Masaru, with a groan of frustration, released Jataro and resumed his throwing the basketball at the wall and catching it when it bounced back.

Jataro sunk into his chair, letting out soft whines and scribbling on his desk with a marker. He trudged to his wall of drawings and slumped to his knees in front of it after a minute or two, and Nagisa watched him go with an inkling of sympathy.

You applauded Kotoko as she bowed for an imagined performance. A chorus of “thank you, thank you” came from her, the fake seriousness of her tone descending into laughter when you called for an encore.

“This actor is taking a break!” declared Kotoko, and she climbed onto her desk to stretch her arms above her head. It evolved into a vocal exercise of lowering and raising her pitch to test her control and lung capacity.

The folder on your desk reemerged as an eyesore as soon as you sat down, and you pulled it open to glower at the curriculum looking back at you.

Nagisa peered in your direction before turning and advancing to your desk. His steps were rigid and deliberate as if he were following a list of rules for how to properly approach you.

When he first reached your desk, Nagisa refrained from making eye contact with you. His arms were folded across his chest, the look in his eyes ranging from caution to curiosity. “Teacher, if I may ask a question.”

He addressed you with the reserved confidence of someone who believed themselves to be in the presence of a superior. You nodded, so he took a breath and held your gaze. “It's nearing the end of the school year. Should we not be taking a test right now?”

Casting a glance around the room, you leaned forward and whispered, “Just between the two of us, our tests are different than the ones they're passing around in the other classes.”

Nagisa looked down and narrowed his eyes, raising a finger to his chin. Still, a smile began to appear on his face at receiving what you had treated as confidential information.

You tapped the thick folder lying on your hand and reclined in your chair.

Nagisa returned to his desk, sitting a bit taller.

After minutes of sifting the endless pages and losing more energy with each word, you craved a break. Your gaze drifted to the chisel and crayons weaving shapes on the wall.

The way your shadow fell over his much smaller body caused him to drop the chisel, the tool bouncing like a seesaw in motion before ending its clatter by his feet. Jataro turned in an instant, and he kicked his legs against the floorboards in a vain attempt to scurry backwards. The resulting thwacks of his shoes on the wood were joined by the flaps of his sleeves as he swung his arms wildly.

With the look of a boy fearing for his life, he drew his arms across his face in a sloppy 'X' position. “I'm sorry!” He said the apology so fast that each one of his words bled into the next as if he were fighting the clock. “I'll get rid of it! I'm sorry!”

The mental fog of reading something horrible was still weighing on you, and you sat beside Jataro with a sigh. “Your art makes the room a lot better.”

Jataro slowly lowered his arms and peeked at you over the top of his sleeves. He turned back to the wall, hugging his legs and pulling them to his chest. “Are you gonna tell me to put it away?”

“No.”

The door opened a final time to mark the arrival of Monaca Towa, her green hair dishevelled and her green eyes puffy. Instead of walking into the classroom hand-in-hand with Kotoko, she was alone and in a wheelchair. The wheelchair, with its silver joints of pristine quality, was lined with a red cushion designed for utmost comfort.

The rest of the class flocked to her side and began to bombard her with questions, while you took a slower approach and glanced at the telephone on the wall beside the door.

“What happened? Have you been crying?” Nagisa had raised his hands in front of his chest out of panic and kept asking variations of the same questions.

“Your hair looks like rats live in it!” cried Kotoko. She balled her fists and squeezed her eyes shut to avoid seeing the ragged hair any longer, turning to the bag she had dropped at her desk. “That's so not adorbs! I'll get my brush!”

Masaru was kneeling with one hand on his knee and leaning from side to side to inspect the wheels, but he soon jumped to a fighting stance. “Yeah! Do I need to beat someone up?”

Jataro was struck by awe at the mobile chair and gazed at it with eyes as wide as saucers. “Why are you wearing a car?” he shouted.

As you reached the back of the group, Monaca looked between her classmates with a pitiful mien but perked up at the sight of you.

Her face brightened for a moment before twisting with sobs as she raised her knuckles to wipe away the tears wetting her eyes. “I,” whimpered Monaca, choking so hard on her cries that she repeated the word several times and panted after each attempt. “I had an accident at home.”

“My brother,” was all she managed to say for an explanation. Its effect ripped through the other kids in a silent wave of fury as though she had given a lifelike description of the event.

You had half a mind to report your suspicions to the principal, but his last meeting with you had ended with him saying, “Don't stick your nose in something you aren't willing to lose your job over.”

* * *

MASARU WAS THE FIRST to jump up and yell, “Done!”

He held the drawing as far up as his arm would stretch, his tight grip wrinkling the paper somewhat. The look on his face was one of pride, and he sprinted to you with the enthusiasm of a runner nearing the finish line. Masaru slammed the paper onto your desk and strutted back to his seat, arms crossed behind his head.

Just as you were preparing to examine his work, the screech of a chair's feet sliding across the floorboards echoed in the classroom.

Kotoko was skipping to your desk while hugging her drawing to her chest, and on her face was a bright smile that grew with each step. She stopped at the front of the desk and clicked the heels of her boots together. Leaning forward on her toes, Kotoko placed the drawing between your hands and covered most of Masaru's drawing with her own.

She bent her knees and twirled her hands in a playful curtsy before returning to her seat. Kotoko proceeded to stick her tongue out at Masaru, which earned a look of surprise and irritation from him.

When Nagisa rose from his chair, he stacked his paper despite it having but one layer. He kept his gaze fixed on the drawing as he made rigid turns around other desks, scanning it for errors and then scanning it again to confirm that he saw what he had seen the last time.

The shame in Nagisa's face grew more apparent the closer he hauled himself to your desk. He held the drawing at a precise distance from his body, and he made sure to drop it onto your collection in a straight line rather than at an angle. “It's not my best work,” explained Nagisa, keeping his voice at a mutter, “but I assure you, I did all I could in the allotted time.”

You lowered the drawing from where you had lifted it to see his work, meaning to remind him that the assignment was not for a grade. It was intended as a fun way of passing the time until the bell rang. Nagisa had heard you when you announced this to the class, however, so your slight concern eased into understanding.

He sat down with frustration and self-doubt gnawing on his face, creasing his forehead and whitening his knuckles.

“Teacher,” sniffled Monaca before you could say anything to him.

Stretching her lips into a deep frown and putting the gleam of a sad puppy in her eyes was a look she wore comfortably, even dilating her pupils for extra effect. Monaca tugged at the wheels of her chair in an apparent inability to make them turn.

As you walked over to help, she stopped fighting with the wheelchair and watched your approach like a helpless infant awaiting rescue. “Monaca finished her drawing, and she just wanted to give it to you,” sobbed Monaca, adding a tearful whimper at the end for emphasis. “But the wheels on her chair won't move!”

You went to retrieve her drawing, but as soon as your hands came near it, the wheels lurched forward so that she could rush the paper into your grasp.

The tears that were threatening to fall had vanished from Monaca's eyes. “You fixed them!” she exclaimed with a happy gasp, clasping her hands together in front of her chest.

The look on your face was a flash of puzzlement mixed with an iota of suspicion, and you shook your head both in denial of her statement and as an expression of confusion about how the sudden recovery came to pass.

During the brief journey to your desk, your head was brimming with thoughts about whether and why Monaca had just tricked you. It muddied your concentration a bit, but the end of the school day was closing in on you.

“Speaking of that,” you remembered, counting the number of drawings on your desk. Just as you were going to probe the classroom for the missing assignment, the scratches of a pencil on paper wormed their way into your ears.

The constant scribbling was the work of Jataro, who was hunched over his drawing as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist. A backpack full of art supplies had spilled its contents onto his desk and the floor. In his hands were a ruler and a colouring pencil, but the excessive length of his sleeves caused him to hold the tools through the fabric.

An array of black and grey colouring pencils surrounded the drawing, their various shades tracing the underside of an eye and looping around the curve of the lips to perfect the shading. The usual wandering of his hands and mind was absent, replaced by the smooth twirls of pencils across a torso. His eyes never blinked as he dropped each tool in a unique place and retrieved one when needed without even glancing in its direction.

You debated whether to disturb him or not, but the ticking clock on your right pushed you to approach his desk. “Jataro? How's it going?”

He stopped the movement of his tools and looked away from the paper for the first time in half an hour. “I'm probably taking too long,” he started to reply, only to fall silent after realising that you were standing over him. The colouring pencil he had tucked into the fold of his sleeve was slowly pulled closer to him as his entire body tensed as if it were doused in icy water.

Jataro was fidgeting in his seat and keeping his eyes fixed on the ground, so you crouched and redirected your attention to his drawing.

It was a sketch of a sculpture the likes of which were fit to hang on the walls of museums and be the subject of crowds and analysis for centuries. The image of a tall figure locked in thought came together among the elements of Michelangelo's David, which were blended with Jataro's macabre twist on anatomy to form limbs that extended beyond human limits and rested at unnatural angles.

The indentations of another drawing were visible on this side of the paper, so you flipped it and beheld a mirror image of the sketch on the front of the paper. The arms were outstretched in a way that suggested they would overlap with the arms of the first sketch if placed next to each other.

Jataro took one look at the surprise blooming on your face and drooped. “I wasn't supposed to draw on the back, was I? I'm sorry,” he mumbled, eyes turning downcast.

The mirror image had all the skill and grace of the original sketch. A part of you imagined the grand sculptures standing side by side, not as pieces of paper but as monoliths carved out of marble and stone.

After giving the room a cursory scan to ensure that none of the other kids was watching, you lowered your voice to a whisper. “No one else thought to draw on the back.”

From his parallel desk on the opposite side of the classroom, Nagisa's head spun around to look at you with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. He then turned away and bowed his head in shame.

Jataro placed one hand on top of the other, watching you from his peripheral vision when you began to rise.

“I need to look this over at my desk, okay?” You grabbed the corner of Jataro's drawing, but you waited a few seconds before taking it to give him a chance to voice any complaints.

The long sleeves of his uniform were ruffled as he rubbed them together and focused his gaze on the repetitive motion of the cloth. “When you're done, can I have it back?” Under the light cascading down his masked head, you caught a glimpse of a smile finding its way onto his lips. “I wanna sculpt it later.”

With all five of the drawings collected, you spread them out across your desk in a semicircle formation.

It took several seconds of blinking and moving your head around to process all the varied images that had been shoved together in Kotoko's drawing. Among the teddy bears with sparkling fur and frilly dresses of bubblegum pink was you, a sight that caused your eyes to crinkle in bewilderment before earning a slight smile.

You glanced at Kotoko to find her looking at you, and she waved excitedly as soon as you met her gaze.

The lines in Masaru's drawing were hasty and lacked detail in many areas, jumping from one idea to the next without bothering to finish the previous ideas. Each corner was filled with crude images of different sports and exercise equipment, such as a dumbbell in the bottom left corner and a soccer ball in the top right corner. In the middle of the paper was the largest picture of them all: Masaru scoring a slam dunk.

Nagisa had depicted a series of books, with a smaller but more detailed image of himself and his classmates occupying the bottom right corner. The spacing of his drawing was methodical, evenly distributed, and careful not to have anything overlap. Eraser markings darkened and dirtied much of the paper, and a big portion of them appeared to have come from perfecting the smiles worn by his classmates.

Upon lifting Monaca's drawing off the desk to minimise the glare from the overhead lights, you saw how she was standing and holding hands with someone who bore no family resemblance to her. The person holding her hand was a blonde woman with thick pigtails that reached down to her elbows.

On either side of them were black and white bears who stood on their hind legs, their open mouths brimming with fangs arched in a permanent grin.

While your eyes attempted to unfold the mysteries of the drawings, a rumble of thunder crashed outside the Academy. The light pouring in from the window dimmed, and a grey veil fell over the grass and sidewalk outside the classroom.

The patter of rain began as soft plops, growing within a minute to heavier and speedier thumps on the glass. A gust of wind joined the cacophony of nature and swept the leaves of tall trees into a constant sway.

A few of the leaves were torn asunder and slapped the glass, which ripped Kotoko and Masaru out of their seats and to the window in a burst of excitable chatter.

Jataro raised his head to watch the light above his desk flicker like a twitchy eye. “If the power goes out, does that mean we get to stay here?”

Every other head in the room turned to you in anticipation of your answer. Kotoko and Masaru pulled their hands off the glass as they turned to you, leaving faint handprints that evaporated within seconds.

A swell of thunder rumbled as you looked away from the drawings and scanned the faces of the children, which held looks ranging from cautious optimism to intense curiosity.

You set the pen down beside the array of papers and considered many responses before settling on a neutral one. “If the storm's bad enough to cause a blackout, then it wouldn't be safe to send you home in it.”

Kotoko pressed her forehead and palms to the window. Like a preacher, she shouted, “Oh, please get worse, O Mighty Storm! Throw all the leaves and branches your rainy heart desires!”

“Maybe if we all hope for it, it'll happen!” chirped Monaca. Noticing his silence and blank expression, she eyed Jataro with a smile that pushed him in a certain direction. “Don't you hope for the storm to get worse too, Jataro?”

He rubbed his sleeves against the sides of his head, gaze turning downcast and focusing on the imperfections in the surface of his desk. “If I hope for the storm to get worse, the universe will probably do the opposite of whatever I want.”

The smile on Kotoko's face brightened, and she turned around to snap her fingers at him. “You're right! Hope for it to get better.”

Despite Jataro's best efforts to channel a supernatural ability and warp nature, the kids were sent home that day under the pitter-patter of flowing rain and the dim glow of school lights clinging to life.

* * *

THE NIGHT SKY was blackened with puffy clouds that roared and rumbled like distant beasts locked in combat, their shrieks building until a great tension was released in the form of a lightning bolt.

One had singed the stop sign outside your kitchen window half a dozen times in the past two hours. The once cherry-red gleam of the tall sign was stricken with a charred coating, and you peeked through the glass after every hit to see if it had finally snapped in twain.

Beats on your door, a sound you had dismissed as rain or the echo of thunder, were now reverberating through the walls of the house every minute. It led you to reconsider your theory about the source and leave your nighttime drink on the kitchen counter.

Instead of taking another sip, you crept to the entrance and peeked through the peephole.

A flash of lightning illuminated pink hair and a polka dot bow sitting atop it.

The pounding on your door ceased when you opened it inward, stepping back and allowing the door to swing to the side.

Kotoko stood on the doorstep in a white nightgown, her bright hair matted and sticking to her face like a wet mop. She unrolled her fists and retracted her arms from where they had been raised to strike the door. The storm had cast a shadow over the night, but enough silvery light broke through the clouds for you not to miss the small rips in her clothes.

Draped around her shoulders was a dark brown jacket, its soggy fabric appearing black under the relentless pour of the rain. The sleeves hung empty at her side, for Kotoko was hugging it to herself as if it were a blanket rather than an article of clothing. With knuckles buried and turning white from the pressure of her grip, she clutched the jacket with hands that trembled from the bite of the frigid wind.

An unending shiver was forcing itself across her body. The chatter of her teeth was halted by the fact that she clenched them as though suppressing a wail that had been climbing her throat and screaming to get out. The corners of her eyes were crinkled in pain and protest against the tears spilling over her cheeks, and Kotoko ducked her head at the sight of you.

She wore only one boot, the lack of the other leaving her left foot exposed to the cold water rushing through the streets. The lower half of the sock on her left leg was darkened and drenched in a failed attempt to shield her skin. Kotoko lifted her wet foot off the ground and winced as she bent her shaky knee to keep it in the air, holding that pose for a few seconds before lowering only her toes to the cold concrete.

You were careful not to touch her as you moved out of the doorway and ushered her into the house. A brief examination of the street proved that it was empty of all but the waves of rain blowing in the wind, many streetlights having lost their glow. The door was then pulled shut and locked to stop the growing puddle from draining into the floorboards.

Digging her fingers into her hair, Kotoko tore at the bow and hurled it against the wall after seconds of pulling out strands of hair with it. She then collapsed onto the floor and tucked her knees into her chest. Sobs came from her in uneven volumes as she hid her face in her hands, curling up into the smallest shape she could be.

It was a sound both muffled and unrestrained as if Kotoko were unsure whether it was safe to cry or not. Her willingness to weep grew with each second she was undisturbed, and the arms covering her mouth fell so that she could breathe out the full extent of her distress.

After shedding tears until no more came and inhaling until her chest twinged, the breaths rolling out from her were hoarse and parched. Kotoko was free of the desperate outpouring of wails, although a heavy sadness had taken its place.

She looked askance to find you returning from the darkness of the kitchen with a glass of water. You kneeled on the floor beside her and extended the glass, which Kotoko accepted with shaking hands and trembling lips.

Lifting a finger, you pointed down the hall. “My shower is in the first door on the right.”

Kotoko sniffled and glanced at where you had pointed. She drank more of the water, a shudder causing her to remember the soaked clothes freezing her the same way drinking a dozen milkshakes would have.

You slunk into your bedroom and had begun to ransack your dresser in search of a dry outfit for Kotoko. Some of the floorboards behind you creaked, and you turned to find Kotoko following your steps.

A crackling boom from the sky drowned the room in white light. Although the brightness vanished within half a second, the echo of the thunder fed into the constant patter of the rain for many moments after. You peered out the window and witnessed the sideways tilt of the rain as it pelted your home and others across the street, the fat droplets hitting so much like rocks that you worried about the possible coming of hail.

Reaching farther into the dresser, you presented Kotoko with one of your nightshirts. “Are you comfortable staying here for the night?” was your question, and you kneeled to her eye level when you asked it.

Kotoko accepted the nightshirt with quieting whimpers. The shaking of her hands calmed to a rare twitch, and she steadied her rapid inhaling until the occasional sniffle was all that interrupted her breathing. The tears had stopped flowing, their existence remembered by the dark lines tracing the length of her cheeks and chin.

She unclenched her jaw and with it came a sigh of despair about which she was not ready to talk. Her shoulders slumped from an untold weight, but relief poked through as she embraced the nightshirt. “I couldn't be more comfortable.”

* * *

THE LIGHTNESS of your eyelids as they opened without stinging pain or difficulty was jarring. Not having to resist the urge to fall asleep imbued you with confusion, and the lack of an alarm clock blaring in your ears allowed a cautious peace to fall over you.

Just as you were sitting up, a pair of footsteps thundered down the hall and a blur of red and white dashed into the room. The proud face of Masaru jumped onto the end of the bed. “Kotoko said you had eyebags last night, so I destroyed your clock!” The bed bounced as he shouted this, his fist rising.

You looked askance at the bedside table and confirmed that the alarm clock had been reduced to a jumble of torn wires and mangled plastic.

The question of how Masaru had entered your house slammed into you like a brick, and it was forming on your tongue when he sprinted away towards the kitchen.

The buzz of running water came from behind the closed door to the bathroom, followed by melodic humming.

The raps of an active and full washing machine shook the hall, which would have been inconspicuous if not for the curious mumbles that accompanied the noise.

Once in the corridor, the smell of freshly baked cookies wafted up your nose.

You paused and retraced your steps until the laundry room was visible again, losing another piece of calm at the sight of Jataro standing in the middle of the room. His side faced you, but his attention was directed at the washing machine running with a pile of clothes tumbling around inside it.

Jataro observed its spins with wide eyes, moving his head in an endless circle and mimicking the sounds of the thuds. His mouth was slightly open as if he were awestruck by the appliance.

The scent of baked goods was emanating from the oven and the kitchen counter, where a batch of cookies decorated a tray. Monaca, having rummaged through a drawer to slip mittens onto her hands, was pouring the contents of the tray into a green bowl.

Nagisa was standing beside her with his arms crossed. “We shouldn't still be here. We're imposing.”

Monaca tilted her head and straightened the tray before the last cookie had fallen, eyeing him with a smile that held no joy. “Imposing. That's quite an adult word, Nagisa.”

He held up his palms in surrender and gained the shocked look of someone who had been accused of a terrible crime. “You know I didn't mean it that way!”

After a few moments of silence, Nagisa turned away and resumed speaking with a quieter voice. “It's just if the school calls back with questions-” the thought he had been airing died on his tongue, as did his will to discuss it.

You slowed to a stop at the entrance to the kitchen, with Masaru sprinting past you to the counter.

Nagisa looked back at you with a facade of composure that failed to hide the way his fingers dug into his sleeves. The longer you held his gaze the more sweat gathered along his forehead, but he exhaled in silent thanks when Monaca's greeting distracted you from his crumbling mask.

“Good morning! You're up late.” Monaca closed her eyes and chuckled at her comment as though it had a special meaning known only to her. As Masaru lurched over the counter and reached for the bowl, Monaca grabbed it and raised it above her head. “You have to share, Masaru! These cookies were made for all of us.”

A groan of annoyance escaped Masaru, his smile falling. He leaned back to an upright position and crossed his arms behind his head. “Fine.” The word was drawn out in childish dissatisfaction, and he turned his gaze away from the cookies to quell his hunger for sugar.

Opening her mouth to give her smile a more endearing appearance, Monaca balled her hands into fists and raised them in a gesture of cheer. “Monaca baked cookies for you as a way of saying thank you for letting us stay!”

Nagisa glanced at her in a mixture of surprise and puzzlement, while Masaru threw his arms down in outrage and yelled, “Hang on! You said they were for all of us!”

Monaca pressed her index finger to her lower lip and turned her head slightly, looking up at the ceiling with a clueless frown. “Well, it's a gift for our teacher, so it's their choice who gets to eat it.”

Masaru whirled around and narrowed his eyes at you as if telepathically commanding you to grant him the entire bowl.

Nagisa alternated between looking out the window and peeking at you, his gaze darting to the cookies for a split second.

Monaca clasped her hands together and rested them on her lap, and the pleased look on her face was that of someone confident she would be among the chosen.

“Can I have a cookie?” asked Jataro. He had appeared next to you like a ghost from the mist and caused you to jump, your eyes racing to see him looking up at you with earnest curiosity.

On the right side of the hall, a door burst open and carried echoing laughter through the corridor. Kotoko hugged you from behind, the force of the hit as she ran into you knocking you forward a couple of steps.

You regained your balance and struggled to create a way to both diffuse the situation and remove yourself from it. “As great as a bowl of cookies for breakfast sounds, I need to go to work.” There was an unspoken “and you need to come with me” lingering at the end, a request that was understood by Nagisa and cast a look of guilt across his face.

The kitchen exploded in an uproar so potent that every voice was overlapping the others and fighting for vocal dominance.

Kotoko had yet to break the hug, and her fear of returning to a place with other adults prompted her to tighten the grip she had on you. “Anything you need to teach us -- you can teach it right here!”

Jataro began rocking back and forth on his heels, his words squeezing out of his mouth with great distress. “The janitor lady washed my drawings off the wall!”

Masaru stamped his foot on the tile floor, clenching his fists and baring his teeth in a scowl. “No way! That place is for wimps!”

While the other children spoke of personal grievances with Hope's Peak Elementary School, Monaca's yells were shrill and demanding. “Monaca! Wants! You! To! Stay! Home!” She swung her arms and shook her head in a mess of tears and fists.

At once, the desperation flooding the kitchen was redirected to Monaca in the form of complete silence from the others. This reprieve lasted but a moment and soon descended into a series of panicked shouts as her classmates surrounded Monaca, spewing apologies and assurances that her wish would be granted.

You peered at the digital clock on the microwave, and the knowledge that several hours of the school day had passed was your key to the deal compiling itself in a hurry. “If you come to school with me today, I'll buy you all ice cream before we go.”

* * *

CARRIED ON THE SPRING BREEZE were the shrill chirps of Brown-eared Bulbuls and the hoarser calls of Oriental Turtle Doves. From farther in the distance came the raps of a Japanese pygmy woodpecker, its short beak jabbing a twig again and again until it split open to reveal a caterpillar.

The sun hung unobstructed in the blue sky and shone its brilliant light across the lush grass in the park, for all the clouds had decided to hover elsewhere in the city.

A respite from the heat bearing down on them was offered when you returned from under the awning of a truck with a giant ice cream cone on its roof, each of your hands wrapped around a brown cone full of multi-flavoured ice cream. Despite having been lifted from a freezer no longer than a minute earlier, the dessert had begun to melt and drip over the edges of the cones.

Masaru and Kotoko accepted the treats like hungry travellers and splattered the ice cream on their lips in ravenous bites.

By the trees and thickets, under the shade of their lush brambles and leaves, was Jataro. He eyed a bright berry that was dangling from the jaws of a squirrel running up one of the trees. “Does that taste good, Mr Squirrel? Is it like fruity candy?”

The squirrel chittered and flicked its tail, darting into the cover of the leaves once you stepped on the corner of the swaying shadow provided by its tree.

This prompted Jataro to turn around and sneak a peek at the ice cream cone before looking away. “Is that for me? It probably isn't.”

You squinted at the leather mask he wore, and it was then, on this steaming spring day, that your distaste for his mother, who had never shown her face to you, swelled. “You must be sweating under there.”

Jataro nodded and began playing with his sleeves. “Oh, yeah. It feels like my skin is bubbling and popping like a big stew.”

Moving to the heart of the shadow, you exhaled in relief at the immediate wave of coolness that washed over your neck. “You could always take it off.”

Jataro looked as if you had told him art was outlawed around the world. “No way!” He waved his arms back and forth and jumped from foot to foot as though the grass was lava. “If you see me without my mask, your eyes will explode in your head and melt your brain!”

A groan of worry slipped out of him as he lifted his hands to his head, dropping his gaze to his shoes. “And I don't want you to die!”

His foretelling of the apocalypse that would unfold if his face saw the sun was giving him more reason to sweat, so you relented. “Okay, okay!” Still, you mustered a smile at his last comment and offered the cone to him. “At least take the ice cream.”

Jataro wrapped his sleeves around the cone with a quiet “okay” and a timid smile, not caring when the ice cream trickled onto the fabric.

“Teacher!” called Monaca, and you turned to see her waving at you from the middle of the park. She slumped in her wheelchair as soon as you spotted her to appear exhausted.

A third trip to the ice cream truck yielded the fourth and fifth cones.

No sooner than she tasted the ice cream had she pulled back and lowered the cone to just above her lap. With unfocused eyes and a lifeless frown, Monaca turned her head down and stared at the ice cream. “Monaca's favourite flavour?”

There was a quality of disbelief and slight confusion in her voice, but it was then replaced by a tone of hollow emptiness. “Whenever Big Bro Haiji gets me ice cream, he always picks the one he knows I don't like. Then I'm the bad guy for not wanting to eat it.”

The malevolence radiating from her green eyes vanished as soon as she raised her head to flash a pleased smile at you. “But you remembered my favourite flavour!” A laugh burst out of her, one so airy and joyful that it would have tricked a stranger into believing she had never housed a negative thought in her life. “You're the best teacher ever!”

Nagisa had been observing the handout of ice cream cones, but when you presented him with one, he merely blinked a few times. “Who is this for?” he asked, looking around to see if any of his classmates were empty-handed.

“It's yours.”

His eyes returned to you in an instant. Nagisa waited as if certain that he had misheard you, but the hand that was extending the ice cream cone to him did not waver.

On the rare occasions when his father allowed him to eat something that did not prevent him from sleeping, desserts were not an option because, in his father's opinion, they were a distraction from his work.

“Are you sure it's okay for me to have this?” mumbled Nagisa, his tone a combination of anxiety and doubt. “Sugar weakens your ability to concentrate, and if we take a test later, I need to be as focused as possible.” Those were his father's words, although he said them with his own voice.

You kept the ice cream cone within his reach. “No tests today. You deserve a break.”

He gripped the cone with both hands and slowly moved it closer to himself, eyes wide and brows damp with sweat.

Nagisa watched the ice cream glisten and seep as if he did not know what it was or what he was supposed to do with it. A quick look at the way Monaca bit into hers gave him the strength to adjust his hold on the cone, and he squeezed his eyes shut upon biting the dessert.

Holding a hand to your sweat-soaked forehead, you collapsed on a park bench. The breaths sailed out of you in haggard puffs, your arms coming to lay on the back of the seat.

Kotoko and Masaru clambered headlong onto the bench and flung ice cream on themselves and each other in the process.

A whine exploded out of Kotoko at the splash of ice cream that landed in her hair, which drew gales of mocking laughter from Masaru. After pouting at him for a moment, Kotoko smacked the bottom of his cone and caused it to fly upwards into his face.

Monaca parked her wheelchair next to the bench, while Nagisa volunteered to stand so that Jataro could sit beside you.

Nagisa stopped eating his ice cream and gazed at the rapid heaving of your chest. “You didn't buy one for yourself?”

It took a few seconds before you processed his question, and your answer came slurred through a disoriented breath. “My pockets are empty.”

A man shouted your name from across the park. It was the principal of Hope's Peak Elementary School, and his tired appearance sparked unrest among the children.

“Aw, man! He's here to make us go to school!” groaned Masaru, throwing his head back and clacking his headphones against the top of the bench.

Monaca and Nagisa noticed the calculating frown on your face. There was no surprise to it, nor was there any uncertainty in the speed at which you stood up.

“Wait!” yelled Kotoko, pouncing on your arm and clutching it after you took your first step in the principal's direction. “Don't go over to that old creep! Just ignore him.”

Jataro was gazing at his ice cream cone and chuckling to himself. “His face looks like a spider sucked on it.”

The principal called for you again, and his voice was elevated to a harsher shout by a degree of impatience. He would not come any closer to you and your class, however.

You kneeled to Kotoko's level and eased her hand off you while promising, “I just need to talk to him for a minute. We won't go far.”

Kotoko fixed the principal with a scowl as you walked away, raising her cone to her mouth and biting off a chunk of it.

Monaca observed your greeting to the principal with a fake smile. She pondered many a way to ruin his career and sink his reputation until his life was forfeit, but for the time being, she stayed a spectator who enjoyed her ice cream.

Stepping away from the group, Nagisa saw how your head lowered as the principal's lips continued to move. The principal glanced at the kids throughout the conversation, but his frown deepened every time he looked at you.

Just as you were turning to peek at your class, he grasped your shoulder and whispered something in your ear. The message prompted you to droop and let your attention fall to the ground.

Nagisa narrowed his eyes and clenched his ice cream cone, not realising how much force he was exerting until the cone splintered and oozed a dollop of ice cream onto his hand.

A regretful understanding crossed your face, and you nodded before trudging to the group.

When you were close enough for him to hear the grass crunching beneath your feet, Nagisa caught your eye and offered you a look of concern. “Wait with the others,” you said to him in scarcely more than a murmur, trying and failing to hide the way your mood had deflated.

The other children ceased their chatter at your arrival and turned to you.

Your gaze passed from one kid to the next until you had looked at all of them, and their unassuming smiles made the words impossible to speak without great strain. You almost failed to finish the sentence, wishing for a reason to delay it but finding none.

“I can't be your teacher anymore.”

* * *

PEEKING THROUGH the overcast sky, streaks of sunlight painted the road in splashes of red and orange. The cracked asphalt was stained pink from the people lying face down on it.

Most of your body was draped in a tattered blanket that you had pulled over your head like a cloak. The light of the evening sun caught the metal lids of cans huddled in a topless box, which you held to your chest and draped in the corners of the blanket.

The speed of your steps grew to uncoordinated staggers when you reached the edge of your property, and the clatter of the cans was greeted by all the Monokumas on the street turning their heads at you.

Every robot was frozen mid-walk as dozens of red eyes monitored your trek to the door, their round heads swivelling with the flexibility and haste of an owl. The robotic gaze was lifted once you shuffled into the house.

Notes drawn with crayons and markers were taped to the outer walls of the building, and the papers were adorned with childish illustrations of kids stabbing adults. “Stay out!” one demanded in rainbow ink. “No demons allowed!” said another, the first and final letters of the word “demons” having been written as a goat horn and a spiked tail.

While searching for a can opener in the tangle of utensils cluttering your kitchen, the rattle of a doorknob battling its lock brought your mission to a premature end.

On the opposite side of the door was a pair of teenage girls grappling with the doorknob. The brown-haired girl was armed with a megaphone that had been outfitted with an EMP generator, and she was dressed in the sailor-like uniform worn by students of St. Koa Girls Academy. Its white and blue colour scheme was in stark contrast to the dark uniform worn by the other girl, whose deep purple hair matched the purple fabric of her uniform.

The fearful chatter each girl was throwing in the air ceased when their heads lifted to meet your gaze, the dishevelled sight of you peeking through a crack in the door causing them to step back.

A flood of relief then unwound the veins bulging in the neck and arms of the brown-haired girl. The tears in her eyes started to dry, and the desperate grimace that had contorted her face fell to a hopeful smile. “You're not a kid!” she panted as if that fact was the greatest discovery of her life.

The purple-haired girl looked askance at you with her thumbnail between her teeth, biting it slightly.

You looked at their wrists and eyed the bracelets that flashed red like bombs waiting to go off. The black and white face of a Monokuma was stamped on the accessory, and its grinning fangs were all the evidence you needed to begin shutting the door before the girls could explain. “I'm not allowed to help anyone.”

A hand latched onto the edge of the door and pulled against you, digging its fingernails into the wood and struggling to wrench it open. The brown-haired girl stuck her face in the crack and focused her tearful, green eyes on you in a frantic appeal to the kindness she was hoping to reach. “Please!”

She swallowed a lump of panic lodged in her throat and steadied her voice a bit, but her hand continued to shake on the end of the door. “My name is Komaru Naegi. My brother is with the Future Foundation!” After minutes of straining her voice and tiring the muscles in her hands, Komaru rejoiced when your grip on the door loosened slightly.

Komaru took the opportunity to breathe out some of her tension and relaxed her grip as a show of trust. “He can get us out of here, but we need a place to hide.”

With a conflicted sweep of your gaze across the door and what little bit of the street was visible to you, the door opened. The rays of daylight that spilled into the entryway were poison to your sun-fearing eyes.

“Thank you! Thank you!” repeated Komaru, eyes fogging as though she might cry again.

You turned away from the direct sunlight and hobbled to the kitchen. The shadowy areas of the room were colder, and your absence from the doorway allowed the sun to illuminate the many dust particles floating in the air.

“Let's go in already. This street is crawling with Monokumas,” grumbled a low voice.

Komaru nodded with a hasty “right” and rushed to get under the roof. She glanced at her travelling companion then looked at you with wide eyes, lifting her hands to her chest and tapping her fingers together. “Oh! This is my friend Toko.”

Toko was peering around the unclean room with its raggedy couch and chipped paint as if expecting to see bloodstains on the walls and meat hooks dangling from the ceiling.

Komaru's gaze travelled to your wrist when you reached up to open a cabinet, her eyes widening. “You don't have a bracelet!”

“I never really liked jewellery.” After raising your shoulders for a shrug, you lowered them with a sigh. “Couldn't afford it.”

Toko pinched her nose as she walked deeper into the house, rearing her shoulders and crinkling her eyes at the tingle in her nostrils.

The mantel was barren except for a framed picture and a thin layer of dust rolling over it and the rest of the mantel like water. Cobwebs and dust bunnies dangled from the ceiling above the fireplace, dropping specks of grey to float down through the air and draw the occasional cough.

Nothing in the room had felt the touch of a brush or a rag in months, and the musty odour flowing through the halls was so prevalent that Komaru would not have been surprised to learn of mould in the walls.

From the sunken skin to the way you dragged yourself into the kitchen, it was as if you were undead and roaming the confines of your mausoleum.

Komaru found her eyes drawn to the picture on the mantel once again. The people in it were familiar yet different as if she were looking at a childhood photograph of a grandparent. Squinting, Komaru stepped closer to the picture.

The children who had threatened her life were all dressed in the elementary edition of the Hope's Peak Academy uniform, and they were gathered around a much cleaner and livelier version of you. A blackboard was visible in the background, its wide surface covered with drawings and crayon markings.

“Those are the same kids,” she murmured, although it took many more seconds of examining the picture to confirm it. Disbelief weighed heavier on her tongue and mind the longer she beheld their sincere happiness.

These smiles were not born in malice like those the kids threw at her. “What changed?” Komaru asked herself, and the answer came from behind.

“Someone gave them what I couldn't.”

Toko muttered an inaudible name, turning her head away from the mantel and glaring at the floor.

When she heard your footsteps returning, Komaru whipped around and pulled her arms against her body in alarm. She half expected you to scold her for snooping, but your steps were sluggish and unconcerned. You barely looked at her as you trudged past and grabbed the picture from the mantel.

Komaru watched in a mixture of confusion and curiosity as you tilted the photograph from side to side. There was an absentminded dullness to your face as if your mind was off wandering in distant fields, but when the memory came, it lifted the glaze that had fallen over your eyes.

Kotoko had looped her arms around your neck as you held her the way she said princesses were carried in all her favourite storybooks.

Jataro was hugging your left leg and looking away from the camera, a position which had taken several minutes of reassuring him that you would not break out in buboes from his touch.

Masaru had raced around the camera's view in a struggle to find the best and most awe-inspiring pose, and the winning choice was to launch himself off a desk and jump onto your back.

Monaca was sitting in front of you with her wheelchair situated in the bottom middle of the photo. This brought her the closest to the camera, which helped it capture the brightness of her smile devoid of everything but real joy.

Nagisa stood beside Monaca, and for once, he was not crossing his arms. He let them hang at his side and allowed his shoulders to relax from the rigid line he often forced them to make.

After the camera flashed, the kids' laughter was so genuine and carefree that, for one moment, all the bad in their lives had been forgotten. You had collapsed under the combined weight of Kotoko and Masaru seconds later, and the kids dogpiled you in response. “The back pain is worth it,” you had thought at the time.

Looking at it from the depths of your unkempt home with bodies littering the street and robots patrolling outside like prison guards, you could not imagine anyone in the picture laughing the same way again.

A sudden burst of knocks on the door caused you to slam the picture onto the mantel and whirl around in a rush of adrenaline. Komaru jumped and gasped, only to slap a hand across her mouth a moment later.

“Teacher?” droned a monotone voice. The knocks were soft as though something was cushioning what struck the door, and the repetition of the slow thuds brought your anxious stare down to a mindful frown.

“Get behind the couch,” was your instructions for Komaru and Toko, delivered after a quiet sigh of acceptance. You began marching to the door with no intention of stopping, which led to the duo sharing looks of alarm before diving behind the couch.

Komaru and Toko peeked over the top of the couch to gape at how you patted the dust and crumbs off your outfit and straightened your slouchy posture with the swiftness of someone removing a wig.

Toko ducked and pressed her back against the couch, sticking her thumbnail between her teeth. “I knew it! They're working for those brats!” She started to rise, but Komaru clutched her forearm and yanked her down. “Komaru! We need to get out of here!” sputtered Toko, her voice creeping up to a yell.

Even though dread and uncertainty were beginning to crumple her face and sprinkle it with sweat, Komaru clung to the bit of hope still wrestling with her queasy stomach. “We can trust them,” she said with narrowed eyes and such determination that Toko ceased her squirming and glanced at the door. “They won't give us up.”

Your hand was on the doorknob, so the two girls lowered themselves completely behind the couch.

“At least we can surprise the brat if they sell us out,” thought Toko, kneading a few strands of her hair and biting her lip.

Jataro Kemuri was rubbing the ends of his sleeves together in an up-and-down motion like someone rubbing a stick to spark a fire. He looked up at you when the hinges on the door creaked, and the attentive smile on your face was the same one you had always directed at him in the classroom.

You leaned forward slightly, making sure not to glance at the string of corpses and broken Monokumas decorating the street. “How's my favourite artist?”

From the folds of his oversized sleeves emerged a man of odd proportion and funny design. This miniature man was made of twigs, his one-too-many arms and legs sprawled at rigid angles that imitated the Vitruvian Man. The hands and feet were separate pieces of finger and toe bones that had been fastened to the arms and legs by way of string to give the illusion of movement when it was rocked.

The bones appeared unnaturally large on the much smaller body, and their smooth texture hinted that they had been polished by the careful licks of a paintbrush. Their smoothness was so different from the rough bark of the twigs that it was as if two worlds had been smashed together. The memory of life extinguished was there, although it took a far more discerning eye than yours to find it.

The head of the twig man was adorned with clumps of multicoloured hair, which had been glued to the wood with an adhesive that was still damp. It smudged your fingertips with a sooty black as if you had dabbed them in the hearth of a fireplace, and streaks of clotted red dripped from the hair and dotted your palm.

As you lowered the man to look upon his creator, Jataro gazed up at you with the hopeful, starry-eyed face only a child could give. Months of commending the uncanny brought a practised smile to your lips. “Any art gallery would be lucky to have this,” you said with a warm sincerity that concealed the twisting of your stomach.

Jataro dipped his head and tapped his sleeves together, but then a cruel sneer began to spread and infect his voice with a gleeful kind of malice. “I made a demon-sized one,” he started to say, glancing over his shoulder as if about to ask you to follow him somewhere. “But it was too heavy to bring with me.”

A part of you was grateful for this as you inwardly winced at the fleshy display it must have been, stinking of death and decay to someone whose nose was covered by a leather flap.

Listening to you chat with someone who had killed and mutilated dozens of people if not more was jarring for Komaru and Toko, the words shared by you and Jataro coming out like a pair of friends on a stroll.

Toko lowered her hand from the strands of hair she had twirled and raised her head to the edge of the couch. A coppery scent was stinging her nostrils and turning her stomach, prompting her mind to compensate for its lack of a view by filling her inner eye with grotesque images.

This allowed a particle of dust to tickle the inside of her nose like a feather.

The sneeze that followed had the shrill squeak of a kitten's wail, and it was the sole warning you had to lurch out of the doorway.

A blur of purple leapt over the top of the couch with shrieking laughter and a handful of industrial scissors.

Jataro flung his arms in the air and yelped, scurrying behind you to peek out and watch, trembling, as Komaru jumped after the blur and restrained the swinging blades by hugging both arms like a human straitjacket.

“Let me kill him! Let me kill him!” shouted the girl in Toko's clothes, her voice frantic and raspy. She squirmed and howled in protest when Komaru rushed her out the door, and the combination of grunts and grumbles spilled into the street.

You stumbled to the doorway in a hurry to see if any Monokumas were flocking to the noise. A fresh batch of robots swept over the remains of their comrades and streamed out of the darkness of alleys in every direction, eyes glowing the same colour as the proximity sensors lighting up on the outside of your property.

The purple-haired girl, “Genocider Jack” she had shouted as a reason for Komaru to release her, lunged into the heart of the horde and began slicing the mechanical bears in half like a gardener chopping a weed with shears.

Komaru brandished her megaphone and fired waves of blue light out of it, which caused the affected Monokumas to explode in a shower of frayed wires and sparking motherboards.

Recalling Komaru's promise that her brother would come to rescue survivors, you found yourself standing taller every time she destroyed a robot and slumping every time a robot dodged or scratched her. It must have shown more than you meant for it to show because you peered over your shoulder to find Jataro staring at you.

With the confusion and shock of someone witnessing the incomprehensible, he tilted his head and asked, “What are you doing?”

It was then that you looked down and realised you were still holding the twig man. “They broke in,” you blurted, disguising the tension in your voice as fear of the supposed invaders rather than fear of being exposed as a traitor.

Jataro lifted his hands to the sides of his head and looked at the dirty shoe prints on the floor. “Oh no, the demons got to you. Monaca said this might happen.”

Your eyes narrowed at the last part, but you struggled to hide the suspicion from your face when he shambled to the centre of the room. “I'll have to bless your house to send all the demon energy away!”

As Jataro began waving his arms and outstretching his right leg in a series of bizarre movements resembling someone's first attempt at a jiu-jitsu attack, you glanced at the street and noticed the dwindling number of functional Monokumas.

“Oh, Heaven! Change my words to life. Cleanse the home of its demons,” he chanted, stretching the vowels and exaggerating the consonants as if talking funny would grant him divine power.

The street was wrapped in the corpses of fallen Monokumas. Genocider Jack and Komaru had retreated to a neighbouring street with the few remaining units on their tail, and the urge to sprint for the city limits was tugging you closer and closer to the door.

Living on the outskirts of Towa City, a fact that had landed you in the middle of harsh traffic and cumbersome journeys to the grocery store for years, was now a source of immense gratitude. Just as you turned and passed through the doorway, Jataro's footsteps came thumping forward.

He hugged the arm that held his art project and matched your pace as much as his smaller stature could allow. “Getting out of here is probably a good idea,” he nodded, looking down at the rubble crunching beneath his shoes. “Who knows what kind of terrible effects my blessing will have on the world? Probably destroy it, fill it with diseases.”

The mumbles about his breath smelling foul enough to create a fungus tumbled out of him until you reached the end of your property. Here, Jataro let go of you and walked ahead for a step or two before turning back.

A gasp came from him as though he had just solved the greatest mystery of his time, and he flapped his arms with each word of astonishment. “You should come live with us in the sky palace!”

The old spot in your back ached.

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

#Yandere #Yandere x You #Yandere x Reader #Yandere x Y/N #Yandere Imagines #Yandere Scenarios #Yandere Oneshot #Yandere Danganronpa #Danganronpa x Reader #Danganronpa x You #Monaca Towa #Kotoko Utsugi #Masaru Daimon #Nagisa Shingetsu #Jataro Kemuri #Danganronpa UDG #Danganronpa Ultra Despair Girls #Ultra Despair Girls #UDG #DR UDG #Danganronpa #Imagines #Platonic Yandere #Fanfiction #Reader Insert #Yandere Writing #X Reader #Gender Neutral Reader

[mod-ibuki]

May I request headcanons of Kotoko, Monaca, Jataro, Nagisa, and Jataro with a blind gn older sibling reader?

“It’s okay.”

M-I: hope you like this, anon, it’s my first WOH request!! i apologize this took so long, and sorry if they’re OOC, i havent played UDG in a while.

SUMMARY: Kotoko, Monaca, Jataro, Nagisa, and Masaru with a blind!gn!older sibling.

PAIRINGS: Kotoko + reader, Monaca + reader, Jataro + reader, Nagisa + reader, Masaru + reader

GENRE: fluff :D

[Super sorry if I got anything incorrect, do not hesitate to tell me as I will gladly change it.]

— KOTOKO UTSUGI

I can imagine her tiny hand holding yours as you both walk, with you asking her questions and Kotoko answering willingly and happily as you walk towards your destination. When you need to go a certain direction, she’ll tug at your hand and tell you that you need to walk a different way.

Kotoko will always guide you so you can get where you need to be at. If you want, she can help you dress up for occasions (or purely for fun), and if you’ll allow it, she’ll paint your nails! “What about sparkly red? Or maybe just red? Whatever you pick will be totally adorbs on you!”

If anyone is rude towards you, she’ll step in with the most serious and intimidating face she could muster. That would be slightly hard to be intimidating though, since she’s a kid and it isn’t exactly easy to be scary when she looks like, an adorable child, basically. So, when that doesn’t work, she resorts to calling them a demon, pointing out that they’re attacking a person who’s clearly already struggling..!

If that doesn’t work either.. Well, you’ll have to step in and just tell them to go somewhere else. Although Kotoko was upset that she couldn’t defend you, she was still happy that you got the person to go away. You congratulate her, saying she did her very best and it helped a ton! You ask if you wanna go get icecream as a reward, of course she eagerly says yes, and grabs ahold of your hand.

When you’re careful not to say her trigger word, she appreciates it a lot. You know of her past and as her older sibling, or just as a decent person in general, you’re cautious not to say the word that’ll make her have a breakdown. After all, Kotoko is just a child and no one deserves to get reminded of their trauma, which you tell her. She’s happy you’re her older sibling. Even though you may not be able to see, she hopes you can see how much she loves and appreciates you.

— MONACA

She’ll make small talk when you’re pushing her wheelchair, and tell you whenever you need to stop or make a turn. Monaca prefers silence between the two of you though, it comforts her since she can just look at you and know you care for her, even if you were unfortunate to have your sight taken away, you were still so generous to her.

Monaca, as I’ve mentioned earlier, likes it better when there’s silence between you two. She especially likes it when she falls asleep in your arms, your comforting words lulling her to sleep. She knows how much you make her feel like she’s special, and she loves you for it. You make her feel like she’s the center of the world, focusing most of your attention on her and her only, which makes her feel so special.

Will throw a tantrum when someone is giving you attitude. Monaca hates it when people do or say anything mean to you, so she’ll basically cry until the person is annoyed enough to leave. Completely switches her personality once they’re gone from view though, and goes back to the sweet and loving Monaca you always knew.

— JATARO KEMURI

You tell him he’s nowhere close to ugly and that you’d never hate him, Jataro says you’ve never seen his face, you smile and pat his head, reassuring him that you know when someone is ugly and who’s not, depending on their personality. Jataro then feels happy, but doesn’t think he deserves it.

You’re quite upset you cannot see his artwork, but he describes it to you in a childlike manner when you ask him to. Your imagination will have to do for now, but you don’t mind. You try to make Jataro more comfortable with taking his “mask” off, even if it’s just with you, and you say you don’t care if you can’t see it. As long as his head isn’t in that mask.

You know what happened to Jataro. You hate what she did to Jataro, and always will. Jataro is glad that you’re trying to up his self esteem, and it works, the slightest bit of confidence arising each day as you remind him that he will never be hated by you, that you’ll love him forever, no matter what.

Jataro likes it when you hug him or ruffle his hair. It makes him feel good, it makes him think that he’s worth of everything you’ve ever had, and that you’ll always be there to stay with him, even through the roughest times.

— NAGISA SHINGETSU

Praising him for how smart he is will melt him, and he can’t keep a straight face because he’s so happy. The amount of times you’ve said you were proud of him for his achievements is something not even Nagisa can add up, and knowing that makes him so joyful.

Often times, you study with him. After you study, he pulls at your hand and asks if he’s allowed to sleep, and you just remind him that he doesn’t need to ask such silly questions. Nagisa sounds rather confused, so you answer, “of course, Nagisa.” With that, he leads you to your bedroom and waves you goodbye, going back to his own room and finally resting.

Nagisa’s quite the smart kid, so he often does the communication when you’re in a taxi/uber and does the paying (using your money, since he doesn’t have any, of course) so you don’t have to go through the trouble. Once you’re out of the car, you pat his head and thank him for what he did, to which he shakily replies with, “i-it was just returning what you did for me, nothing m-more.”

— MASARU DAIMON

A tad bit upset you can’t play sports with him.

He’ll most likely spend the day with you, telling you about how great sports are. You gladly listen to his rants, nodding and making sounds to agree with him. Masaru likes when you talk about what you like to do though, even if they don’t involve sports.

Oh? Someone’s being disrespectful? He’s the type of kid who won’t usually think before they act, which is normal for most kids of course, so Masaru starts pointing at the person and “cursing” them out. By cursing, I mean telling them to go somewhere else or he’ll throw a soccer ball to their head.

“Big sib Y/N, look, look! Oh wait-” Is what happens when Masaru’s doing something cool and he wants to show you, forgetting that you’re blind and can’t see the trick he’s doing. You pat his head and tell him he did great.

#Request Completed! #PLATONIC #Warrios of hope #sibling reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #ultra despair girls #ultra despair girls: another episode #kotoko utsugi #monaca #nagisa shingetsu #jataro kemuri #masaru daimon

[snakes-writing-corner]

Howdy! Hey! Welcome to the page!

This is a side account where you can put in requests for characters from your favorite shows, video games, or really whatever! (As long as I know them that is)

However there are a few ground rules I would like to establish first!

I’ll mainly do x reader or character x character

I’m alright with smut, but if you request it I may not get to writing it since I’m really iffy about what characters I’ll write with it

I will only write for the fandoms I am in or have been in. Depending on which one you request, it might take longer to get to depending on my current interest in said fandom

I can write both headcanons (scenarios? imagines? not sure what to call them honestly-) or one shots if you wish! Headcanons will be much faster for me to do and will be my default, however if you specifically want me to do a one-shot just tell me in your request!

I am so willing to write darker themes such as yandere and other various things falling into the horror genre, so don’t be scared to ask for it!

I will absolutely NOT write any form of incest or minor x adult content

I can write character x character things as well! Can be platonic or romantic!

Any requests with children or characters that I headcanon to be children will be strictly platonic (this rule will be a bit flexible depending on the fandom)

Willing to write for almost all themes fluff, angst, hurt-comfort, enemies to lovers, you name it! So if you want something specific I can do it!

Don’t be afraid to ask me further questions if you’re confused about anything!

Fandoms and Characters I Will Write For!

Looking for a specific fandom/character? Well fandoms will be in this order so check it out!

Danganronpa (All games), Super Danganronpa Another 2, A Hat In Time, Billie Bust Up, Bendy and the Ink Machine, Cuphead, Sonic the Hedgehog, Kirby, The Owl House, Ninjago, Super Paper Mario, Cookie Run, Undertale/Undertale AUs, Deltarune, Undertale Yellow

Danganronpa (All games)

Makoto Naegi

Kyoko Kirigiri

Chihiro Fujisaki

Mondo Owada

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Celestia Ludenburg

Sakura Ogami

Komaru Naegi

Matsuru Daimon (platonic only)

Jataro Kemuri (platonic only)

Kotoko Utsugi (platonic only)

Nagisa Shingetsu (platonic only)

Monaca Towa (platonic only)

Hajime Hinata

Izuru Kamukura

Nagito Komaeda (+despair form)

Chiaki Nanami

Peko Pekoyama (+despair form)

Ibuki Mioda (+despair form)

Mikan Tsumiki

Nekomaru Nidai (+despair form)

Gundham Tanaka (+despair form)

Kazuichi Soda (+despair form)

Sonia Nevermind (+despair form)

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu (+despair form)

Kaede Akumatsu

Shuichi Saihara

Kaito Momota

Ryoma Hoshi

Kirumi Tojo

Korekiyo Shinguji

Gonta Gokuhara

Kokichi Oma

Maki Harukawa

Super Danganronpa Another 2

Sora

Yuki Maeda

Yoruko Kabuya

Yuri Kagarin

Hajime Makunouchi

Kokoro Mitsume

Emma Magarobi

Setsuka Chiebukuro

Hibiki Otonokoji

Kaede Otonokoji

Shinji Kasai

Nikei Yomiuri

Teruya Otori

Mikado Sannoji (IRL and AI)

Shobai Hashimoto

Iroha Nijue

A Hat in Time

Hat Kid (platonic only)

Bow Kid (platonic only)

Mustache Girl (platonic only)

The Conductor

DJ Grooves

The Snatcher

Moonjumper

Vanessa

The Empress

Billie Bust Up

Billie (platonic only)

Aristotle

Elaine

Barnaby

Fantoccio

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Bendy (cartoon or demon form your pick!)

Sammy

Henry

Audrey

Cuphead

Cuphead (platonic only)

Mugman (platonic only)

Chalice (platonic only)

Cagney Carnation

King Dice

The Devil

Henchman

Sonic the Hedgehog

Sonic

Tails (platonic only)

Knuckles

Shadow

Rouge

Omega

Espio

Blaze

Silver

Dr. Starline

Surge

Kit (platonic only)

Tangle

Whisper

Mephiles

Infinite

Metal Sonic (can also do Neo Metal Sonic!)

Gemeral

Mecha Sonic

Silver Sonic

Shard

Orbot & Cubot

Kirby

Kirby (platonic only)

Meta Knight

King Dedede

Bandana Dee (platonic only)

Marx

Magalor

Taranza

Susie

Daroach

Shadow Kirby (platonic only)

Dark Meta Knight

Shadow Dedede

Galacta Knight

Morpho Knight

Elfilin (platonic only)

The Owl House

Luz

Amity

Willow

Gus (platonic only)

Hunter

Vee

Eda

Lilith

Raine

Darius

Belos

The Collector (platonic only)

King (platonic only)

Papa Titan

Ninjago (Movie as well!)

Lloyd

Kai

Jay

Zane

Cole

Nya

Morro

Harumi

Garmadon (S1-S2, Sensei, or Oni is up to you)

Pixal

Ronin

Skylor

Vania

Cryptor

Mr. E

Super Paper Mario

Count Bleck/Blumiere

Tippi/Timpani

Dimentio

Nastasia

Mr. L/Luigi

Cookie Run

(This is gonna be a lot oh boy-)

Vampire Cookie

Herb Cookie

Sparkling Cookie

Sorbet Shark Cookie (platonic only)

Mango Cookie (platonic only)

Squid Ink Cookie (platonic only)

Mocha Ray Cookie

Caramel Arrow Cookie

Crunchy Chip Cookie

Wildberry Cookie

Red Velvet Cookie

Licorice Cookie

Pomegranate Cookie

Poison Mushroom Cookie (platonic only)

Affogato Cookie

Choco Werehound Brute/Schwarzwälder

Dark Choco Cookie

Werewolf Cookie

Kumiho Cookie

Moon Rabbit Cookie (platonic only)

Onion Cookie (platonic only)

Parfait Cookie (platonic only)

Cookiemals (platonic only)

Churro Cookie

Scorpion Cookie

Lilac Cookie

Cotton Cookie (platonic only)

Sherbet Cookie (platonic only)

Twizzly Gummy Cookie

Snake Fruit Cookie

Rambutan Cookie

Cherry Ball Cookie

Hydrangea Cookie

Moonlight Cookie

Sea Fairy Cookie

Frost Queen Cookie

Black Pearl Cookie/White Pearl Cookie

Wind Archer Cookie

Fire Spirit Cookie

Millennial Tree Cookie

Timekeeper Cookie

Pitaya Dragon Cookie

Ananas Dragon Cookie

Lotus Dragon Cookie

Lychee Dragon Cookie

Longan Dragon Cookie

Pure Vanilla Cookie

Hollyberry Cookie

Dark Cacao Cookie

Golden Cheese Cookie

White Lily/Dark Enchantress Cookie (your pick)

Capsaicin Cookie

Prune Juice Cookie

Kouign-Amann Cookie

Stardust Cookie

Royal Margarine Cookie

Tarte Tatin Cookie

Snapdragon Cookie (platonic only)

Cream Unicorn Cookie

Financier Cookie

Rye Cookie

Milky Way Cookie

Crimson Coral Cookie

Mystic Opal Cookie

Gold Citrine Cookie

Aquamarine Cookie

Frilled Jellyfish Cookie

Peppermint Cookie (platonic only)

Rockstar Cookie

Black Lemonade Cookie

Burnt Cheese Cookie

Smoked Cheese Cookie

Mozzarella Cookie

Fettuccine Cookie (platonic only)

Snow Sugar Cookie (platonic only)

Icicle Yeti Cookie (platonic only)

Lobster Cookie

Electric Eel Cookie

Abyss Monarch Cookie

White Ghost Cookie

Black Garlic Cookie

Vagabond Cookie

Blue Lily Cookie

Coffee Candy Cookie

Pastel Meringue Cookie

Currant Cream Cookie

Pond Dino Cookie (platonic only)

Langue de Chat Cookie

Roguefort Cookie

Blue Slushy Cookie (platonic only)

Sugar Swan Cookie

S’more Cookie

Stollen Cookie

Strawberry Cream Cookie

Crowberry Cookie

Sourbelt Cookie

Sugar Glass Cookie

Amber Sugar Cookie

Starfruit Cookie

Chess Choco Cookie (platonic only)

Popping Candy Cookie

Truffle Cookie

Walnut Cookie (platonic only)

Undertale/Undertale AUs

Sans

Papyrus

Undyne

Alphys

Toriel

Asgore

Gaster

Napstablook

Mettaton

Muffet

Flowey (platonic only)

Asriel (platonic only)

Chara (platonic only)

Frisk (platonic only)

Killer! Sans/Killer

Dusttale Sans/Dust

Horrortale Sans/Horror

Horrortale Papyrus/Paprika

X-Tale Sans/Cross

Nightmare

Dream

Ink

Underswap Sans/Swap

Underswap Papyrus/Stretch

Underfell Sans/Red

Underfell Papyrus/Edge

Error

Geno

Fresh

Reaper

Epic

Deltarune

Kris

Susie

Ralsei

Lancer (platonic only)

King

Rouxls Kaard

Seam

Jevil

Noelle

Queen

Spamton

Swatch

Undertale Yellow

Clover (platonic only)

Dalv

Martlet

Starlo

Ed

Moray

Ace

Mooch

Ceroba

Kanako (platonic only)

Chujin

Axis

Alright! Have fun requesting!

#writing #writing requests #writing rules #oneshot requests #headcanon requests #danganronpa #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa v3 #super danganronpa another 2 #a hat in time #billie bust up #bendy and the ink machine #cuphead #the cuphead show #hollow knight #sonic the hedgehog #sonic idw #kirby #hoshi no kirby #the owl house #ninjago #ninjago movie #undertale #deltarune #undertale yellow

[mod-tsumugi]

Mod Tsumugi's Masterlist!

Warning: Spoilers for all three Danganronpa trilogy games, Danganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls, and Danganronpa: The Animation are (or will be) below the cut! Only click/tap "Read more" if you've seen/played all of those, or don't mind getting spoiled.

Characters with an asterisk next to their names are characters I'll only write platonically.

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Makoto Naegi

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Sayaka Maizono

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Mukuro Ikusaba

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Leon Kuwata

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Chihiro Fujisaki

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Mondo Oowada

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Kiyotaka Ishimaru

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Hifumi Yamada

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Celestia Ludenburg (Taeko Yasuhiro)

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Sakura Oogami

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Alter Ego*

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Junko Enoshima

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Touko Fukawa

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Kyoko Kirigiri

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Byakuya Togami

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Aoi Asahina

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Yasuhiro Hagakure

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Super Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair

Haijime Hinata

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Byakuya Togami (Ultimate Imposter or "Twogami")

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Teruteru Hanamura

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Mahiru Koizumi

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Peko Pekoyama

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Ibuki Mioda

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Hiyoko Saionji*

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Mikan Tsumiki

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Nekomaru Nidai

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Gundam Tanaka

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Nagito Komaeda

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Chiaki Nanami

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Izuru Kamakura

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Akane Owari

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Sonia Nevermind

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Kazuichi Souda

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Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

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New Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony

Kaede Akamatsu

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Shuichi Saihara

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Rantaro Amami

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Ryoma Hoshi

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Kirumi Tojo

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Angie Yonaga

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Tenko Chabashira

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Korekiyo Shinguji

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Miu Iruma

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Gonta Gokuhara

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Kaito Momota

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Kokichi Ouma

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Tsumugi Shirogane

Pregame!Tsumugi x Transfem reader

K1-B0 (Kiibo)

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Maki Harukawa

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Himiko Yumeno

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Danganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls

Komaru Naegi

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Yuta Asahina

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Masaru Daimon*

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Jataro Kemuri*

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Kotoko Utsugi*

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Nagisa Shingetsu*

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Monaca Towa*

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Kameko*

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Grand Bois Cheri Ludenburg*

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Takemichi Yukimaru

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Ayaka Haneyama

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*Fujiko Yamada

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Beta Fujiko Yamada (She's not an official character, but...I'm biased.)

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Kenshiro

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Danganronpa: The Animation

Izayoi Sonosuke

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Seiko Kimura

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Ruruka Ando

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[cookiesnt]

Warriors of Hope friendship headcanons!

tw / Haiji makes an appearance , Y/n punches him

I LOVE THE WARRIORS SO MUCH!!!

The way you met the kids was strange.

You were a hostage they wanted to hunt, but the moment you saw a group of frightened kids all alone...

You got so worried for them.

You started by patching any wounds they had.

They tried to fight it at first, but then agreed to your care.

After that, Monaca claimed you were their prisoner and you weren’t allowed to leave.

This was the start of a wonderful friendship.

Masaru was the first one to ask you to play with him.

Soccer 1v1!

You lost, obviously.

“You’re pretty good, Masaru! Do you think your could give me some advice?”

He was shocked when you actually listened to him.

Kotoko was next. She demanded to paint your nails.

Of course, you obliged.

Even though you weren’t an expert, you made sure she felt special.

Next up: Jataro.

He asked you to model for a sculpture.

When it was done, you told him how amazing it looked.

“You did amazing!”

It took a long time, but eventually, Nagisa opened up to you. 

It didn’t happen the same way as the other kids, though.

You caught him deprecating himself and saying he wasn’t good enough.

You shut that down quick.

“Nagisa, you are the smartest person I’ve ever met. I mean it.”

He didn’t believe you at first, but you kept telling him.

Eventually, he accepted.

Lastly was Monaca.

She continued to call you a demon no matter what you did.

That was until Haiji managed to get into the HQ.

Monaca was putting on a brave face, but you could tell she was absolutely terrified of him.

“...Stay in here, guys. I’ll be right back.”

You decided to confront him on your own.

The moment he let his ‘interests’ slip...

You punched him. Hard.

“I’m going to advise you to get out of here and never come near these kids ever again, or I will kill you.”

Once he was gone, you went back to the kids.

“Are you guys okay,” you asked, concerned.

Monaca looked like she was about to cry.

“Do you... Do you really care that much?”

You nodded.

“Of course I do! You’re all the most important people in the world to me! I wasn’t going to let that creep hurt you!”

Next thing you knew, there were five sets of little arms around you.

You hugged them all back, smiling.

“Everything is going to be okay now. I’m always going to take care of you. I’m always going to protect you. I promise.”

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #warriors of hope #warriors of hope x reader #monaca towa #monaca towa x reader #nagisa shingetsu #nagisa shingetsu x reader #kotoko utsugi #kotoko utsugi x reader #jataro kemuri #jataro kemuri x reader #masaru daimon #masaru daimon x reader #tw haiji towa #mod mizuki

[heavylovebot]

ʙɪɢ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ!

❝ＳＵＭＭＡＲＹ❞ Being an older brother is stressful but it's even more stressful when you're an older brother to five troublemakers though it doesn't mean that it isn't fun to be their older brother!

❝ＧＥＮＲＥ❞ Fluff/Platonic

❝ＡＵ❞ Modern/Normal

❝ＰＡＩＲＩＮＧＳ❞ Warriors Of Hope x Skater Boy! Male Reader

❝ＭＯＲＥ ＩＮＦＯ❞ In this AU Monaca did not fake her disability and is actually disabled

"Big Bro!" Kotoko yelled out as she burst into your room though you were asleep so you couldn't hear them nor did you notice they were there but you did move a bit in your sleep though you did wake up when Masaru and jataro ran into the room and jumped on the bed along with Kotoko while Nagisa and Monaca followed with Monaca in her wheelchair and Nagisa pushing her into the room with a blank face "Ow! Shit!" You yelled as Kotoko and Masaru stepped all over your body as Masaru chased her until they got off the bed and started to run in a circle in the room as jataro sat beside you with a frown on his face.

The once silent room became loud with the screams of Masaru and Kotoko, you sat up as you pinched the bridge of your nose "What happened 'taro?" You asked as you turned your head to face the boy "...Masaru put gum in my hair..." Jataro said as he leaned his head down to allow you to see the gum in his hair and you groaned "...And Kotoko kicked Masaru because he stole her snacks..." Jataro said as Nagisa put Monaca's wheelchair by your bed "I go to sleep for fifteen minutes and this is what happens...?" You said as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Well, you went to sleep with a house full of traumatized kids who haven't had their medication today and who are known to make trouble so I'd say yeah," Nagisa said as he started to go through your bookshelf looking for a book he put there the other day "Nagisa can you not be a smartass for once?" You asked as you tore the blankets off your body revealing your bare chest and the sweatpants you had on "Can you put on a shirt for once?" Nagisa asked sarcastically as he glanced at you before going back to his search.

You rolled your eyes before you stood up and walked over to the screaming kids smacking Nagisa upside his head in the process but the boy didn't react.

You grabbed the collar of Kotoko's dress and the back of Masaru's tanktop before you tore the two apart "Masaru apologize to Kotoko for stealing her shit." You said as you squinted your eyes at the boy and he glared at you before his gaze shifted back to Kotoko "Only if she says sorry for kicking me!" Masaru yelled at the pink-haired girl and she pouted with her cheeks puffing out "I only kicked you because you stole my chestnuts!" Kotoko yelled at the red-head and they started to argue back and forth and you sighed before you smacked them in the back of the head "Apologize! Then apologize to me because you interrupted my sleep." You said as you glared at the two and they sighed as they rolled their eyes.

"Sorry for stealing your peanuts." "Sorry for kicking you." They said to each other before they turned towards you "Sorry for waking you up..." They said before you let them go and sighed "Go play the game or whatever, I gotta deal with jataro." You said as you gestured towards your television that had your game system hooked up to it with two controllers in front of it.

The two grinned before they rushed over to the television and sat down in front of it before Masaru turned the game system on, you walked over to your bed and sat in front of jataro as Nagisa sat on the edge of your bed with the book in his hand, you grabbed jataro's head and tilted it down as you observed the gum in his hair "Nagi?" You asked catching the bluenette's attention and he hummed in response "Can you do me a favor, pleaseee?" You asked in a sweet tone as your head turned towards him and he sighed before he shut the book "What?" Nagisa asked as he turned his head to face you "Can you get me some peanut butter and some gloves from downstairs?" You asked as you smiled sweetly at him as you knew that he might tell you no because he was not afraid to do that.

"Oo! Oo! Monaca wants to go too!" Monaca yelled as she started to jump in her chair but only a bit since she didn't really move her legs much even though she could move them but her legs were very weak to the point that she could barely stand so she didn't move them much "Whatever, come on Monaca." Nagisa said as he stood up and walked over to her wheelchair before he started to push her out of the room with her grinning as she clapped her hands in joy.

You turned back to the pale boy "...Can you get it out...?" Jataro asked as he looked up at you with his droopy gray eyes and you nodded "Yeah but I don't think you'll like the way I'll get it out." You said as you stood up and started to look for a shirt "...What do you mean...?" Jataro asked as he tilted his head confused about what you meant by that "Uh...you know how I asked Nagisa to get me peanut butter?" You said as you continued to look for a shirt that wasn't dirty, Masaru picked up on this and looked at the hoodie by his leg and grabbed it with one hand as he was still playing Kotoko in Mario kart.

Masaru threw the hoodie at you and it hit your face as you turned around to look more "Thanks Masa." You said as you slipped on the hoodie covering your bare upper body "No problem!" Masaru said as he grinned "...Are you gonna put a PB and J in my hair...?" Jataro asked curiously and you hummed in response "Not the J just the PB." You said as you heard Nagisa bringing Monaca up the stairs from the sound of her wheelchair hitting the stairs "...Ohhh..." Jataro muttered making you laugh a bit then you felt a jar hit your hip making you hiss in pain "Nagisa, what the fuck!?" You yelled as you held your hip in pain.

"You should've caught it, not my fault," Nagisa said as he stifled a laugh, Nagisa was definitely the smartest out of all of you even though you were three years older than him but he was the meanest, Nagisa wasn't afraid to be mean nor was he afraid to be honest but he'd be painfully honest though.

"Suck my dick..." You mumbled as you bent down to pick up the jar that was inside white plastic gloves, Nagisa was going to pretend like he didn't hear that and just sat on one of the beanbags in your room "Come here 'taro." You said as you sat on the bed and jataro crawled over to you and sat on your lap facing you, you put the gloves on and opened the peanut butter that was especially for situations like this whenever you got something stuck in your hair because this happened a lot.

You then saw that Nagisa gave you a spoon too, you smiled a bit as Nagisa knew that you forgot something and decided to get it anyway and you grabbed it and scooped some peanut butter out before you placed it in jataro's hair making him flinch a bit from the feeling of the smooth peanut butter in his dirty blonde hair "...It feels weird..." Jataro muttered as you placed the spoon on the top of the peanut butter jar "It looks weird." You said as you started to rub the peanut butter into the piece of hair that had gum in it "...Do you think you can get it out before Mr. Nagito and Mr. Hajime get back...?" Jataro asked as he looked up at you with lidded eyes as he fiddled with his fingers "What time do they get home again?" You asked as you completely forgot what time both of your adopted fathers got home from their job "Seven and It's five-thirty right now." Nagisa said as he glanced at the two kids in front of the television yelling at it as they thought it would help in their winning.

"So yeah, I'll be done." You said as you smiled down at jataro "...My neck hurts..." Jataro said before he let his face rest on the soft fabric of your hoodie and you sweat-dropped at his random statement but you just let him lay on you as you continued to rub the peanut butter in his hair until the gum started to break down in your hands and you finally were able to pull it out and threw it in the trashcan near your bed before you got up "Come on 'taro, let's go wash your hair..." You said as you pulled to gloves off and threw them in the trash also before you took the spoon and threw it in the trash before you closed the peanut butter jar.

Being an older brother to them was a very stressful thing, especially with Nagisa but it was fun and it was something that always made you smile though having to get things out of their hair all the time but you remember the first time you met them and it wasn't exactly the ideal meeting you thought you'd get but then again.

꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱

"Kokichi...what're you doing?" You asked the boy as you held your phone up to your hear with your shoulder as you applied different stickers to your skateboard "I'm making water balloons, isn't that obvious? You're so stupid." Kokichi said laughing a bit as the sound of rushing water played in the background "Suck me bitch." You said as you rolled your eyes then you heard the front door open making you look up towards your open door "I gotta go, dude." You said as you placed your skateboard beside you before you stood up "Alright, have fun playing older brother!" Kokichi said sarcastically before he laughed and that's when you hung up and placed your phone in your pocket.

You stood up from the floor of your decorated bedroom before you walked out of the room and down the hall where you looked over the railing that stopped you from falling from the top floor of the house, you saw both of your fathers at the door with five children in front of them with one in a wheelchair and they all didn't look the happiest per say and one of them had a leather mask on that looked creepy and another had bruises all over his face "Uh, what's up?" You asked as you started to walk down the stairs, all eyes focused on you.

"I thought you would've been gone by now?" Hajime asked as he quirked an eyebrow as you stated that you were going to go over to kokichi's before the two men left to pick up the five children "Kokichi's doing some pranks on people and I'm not interested in having his mom yell at me." You said as you stood in front of your parents and the kids who stared blankly at you and nagito hummed in response and Hajime gestured for you to introduce yourself "Oh um...I'm (Y/n)..." You mumbled before you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket "Masaru..." The red-head muttered as he looked away from you "I'm Kotoko! I like cute things!" The pink-haired girl said cheerfully as she waved at you with a smile.

"I am Nagisa Shingetsu though you can address me as Nagisa," The bluenette said as he folded his arm across his chest before he closed his eyes and looked down and he nudged the masked boy to speak "Oh, um...My name is Jataro Kemuri..." The masked boy said as he fiddled with the end of his shirt "Monaca's name is Monaca!" The green-haired girl who was in a wheelchair said as she threw her hands in the air and then it went silent and awkward silence filled the air.

"(Y/n), why don't you show them your skateboards and your things, I was talking to nagito about how they would like some of the things in your room!" Hajime said as he smiled awkwardly as you pulled out your phone to check who texted you "Uh sure...follow me if you want." You said before you started to walk back up the stairs with the kids following and Kotoko helping Monaca's wheelchair up the stairs 'Stop ignoring meeee, I know you saw this!' Kokichi texted you as you walked down the hall and entered your room with the kids following 'I was doing something, calm down.' You texted back as you sat on your bed and grabbed your skateboard and the stickers and resumed your practice.

"You have a skateboard? I've always wanted one." Masaru said as he sat on the floor by your legs as everyone else except Monaca did the same "Yeah, you guys can sit on the bed if you want or one of the beanbags." You said as Nagisa eyed the bookshelf, jataro and Nagisa just stayed on the floor while Masaru sat on the bed and Kotoko went over to one of the beanbags "Can I read one of these books?" Nagisa asked as he skimmed over all the books to find one he liked "Sure, I don't read them that often." You said as Masaru eyed the skateboard.

"You said that you've wanted a skateboard right? I have like two other ones from when I was little." You said as you glanced at the red-head boy and Masaru's eyes sparkled "You're really gonna give me one?" Masaru asked as his blue eyes beamed "Yeah, I don't use them anymore...they're in my closet." You said pointing to your closet and Masaru grinned widely and walked over to the closet, he opened the closet and saw two skateboards sitting against the wall and he carefully grabbed one afraid he'd break something, nobody had ever given Masaru anything just to give it to him so he was a bit skeptical.

"...Are you sure...?...Masaru isn't really that good at taking care of things..." Jataro said as he brought his knees to his chest, normally Masaru would've yelled at jataro for saying that but he couldn't help but agree, Masaru wasn't good with taking care of things and that's why no one really gave him things "It's fine, you really don't have to take care of a skateboard, just oil the wheels once in a while and don't break it." You said as you shrugged your shoulders and Masaru smiled a bit and you saw his smile and saw that his smile was a bit crooked and that he might need braces but you weren't going to say anything.

Nagisa, Kotoko, jataro, and Monaca noticed your kindness towards Masaru and Nagisa was a bit skeptical and everyone else was just confused, you just met them so why would you be so kind to them? It was strange, they'd never encountered someone other than nagito and Hajime who was that nice, maybe it ran in your family.

꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱

"...I'm tired..." Jataro muttered as he dried his hair with his towel, you and he walked toward your room as jataro dried his hair "Me too, I just wanna go back to sleep." You muttered as you walked through your bedroom to see that Nagisa was sitting on your bed reading, Monaca laid beside Kotoko as they both slept and Masaru was at the end of the bed asleep "If you want to sleep then you'll have to sleep on the floor or something." Nagisa said as he shrugged his shoulders, you shook your head.

"Nah, you guys are moving. It's my bed." You said as you walked over to the bed and Nagisa stood up "Go ahead, I'm just gonna lay on you anyway." Nagisa said as you sat down on the bed and almost like you were magnetic, everyone cuddled upon you, Nagisa laid beside you and his head rested on your arm, jataro laid on your right leg while Masaru laid on your left, Monaca laid on your arm and Kotoko laid on her with her legs on your abdomen so she was sideways on the bed now, you just sighed and shut your eyes tiredly, you had already given up from the moment they entered your room screaming.

"Ugh."

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[the-karma-cafe]

they deserve better :T (warriors of hope comfort n slight byakuya x reader)

A/N: they are,,, just kiddos,,, they deserve,,, better,,,, komaru kin check 

The Warriors of Hope sat in front of us, their faces not… sad, exactly, but a bit diminished. Byakuya adjusted his glasses. “I’ll leave it up to you, Kirigiri, but I don’t think they should be left alive.” Nagisa flinched at this, but kept his gaze level and hardened. I felt a pang of sympathy for these kids. They didn’t know… they’re just kids… they…

I placed a hand on Byakuya’s shoulder. He blinked and looked down at me curiously. My teeth worried my lip, “Hey… Would it be alright if I took care of them?”

He grunted in surprise. “What?” He turned, gently grabbing my elbow as my hand dropped from his shoulder. I smiled slightly at the contact. He realized what he’d done and dropped his hands. “It seems like a waste of time to me. Kirigiri?”

Kyoko pursed her lips, eyeing us for a beat. My teeth worried at my lip harder, drawing blood. “Shit,” I mumbled, licking my lips.

She sighed, checking her watch. “That’s fine. Use the collection of rooms in the east wing.” She looked back up, meeting my eyes. “Be careful.”

I smiled reassuringly. “Thank you.” My eyes turned to Byakuya’s worried ones. He held my gaze for a beat.

He huffed. “Fine, do as you wish. I won’t be surprised if I find you dead, though.” He left the room without a backwards glance. My lips twitched up watching him leave. Worry betrayed his true feelings in his rigid shoulders and clenched fists. Nigh impossible to identify to the untrained eye, but to the Ultimate Observer…

I turned to the children. Only Nagisa made eye contact. He crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin. “What are your intentions, demon?”

I smiled and knelt down to his level. “To spare your lives. Is that pursuit not noble enough for you?”

He frowned. “Why?”

“Ah,” I looked at the ground. “As cliche as it is, I believe you are misunderstood.”

His brows furrowed in agitation. “You believe WRONG, demon. You’d be better off killing us where we stand.” Kotoko flinched and grabbed at Nagisa’s arm. “Don’t say that! She’ll listen to you!”

I nodded. “No, it’s fine. Everyone should speak their mind. Although I assure you I won’t be killing anyone anytime soon.” I pushed myself up from my crouch and held out my hand to the children. “Follow me?”

Kotoko grinned and grabbed my hand easily. “I hope my room is super adorbs!”

I led them to the east wing, Masaru and Kotoko chatting my ears off. They learned things about me but with all their talking, I heard nothing of their backgrounds. I smiled awkwardly. I didn’t think they’d be so forthcoming. Nagisa and Jataro trailed behind me, less than thrilled about the situation.

We ended up at the east wing and I led them into the main room. Masaru ran over to one of the chairs and hopped into it, laughing loudly. Nagisa huffed something about childishness under his breath. Kotoko held steadfast to my hand. Jataro tugged on the hem of my shirt, “Uh, hi! Is there a uh um art room or something? Duh huh.. Sorry I’m so ugly and annoying and-”

I placed a soft hand on his head. “Hey,” I spoke quietly. He looked up curiously. “Don’t say those things about yourself, okay?”

Kotoko rolled her eyes. “But he is those things. It’s the truth.”

I shook my head. “Please don’t say those things, Kotoko. Being mean isn’t adorable.”

She gasped. “You’re right! I’m soooo sorry! Please forgive me!”

“There’s nothing to be forgiven. You made a mistake and have been corrected. Everything’s fine, okay?”

Jataro frowned. “Why don’t you hate me? Hate me, already! Who do.. I have to make a masterpiece? Of all your friends? Maybe that blonde guy, huh?” He smirked evilly. “I bet you’d really hate me if I killed him, huh? Hate me so much you’d wanna claw my skin off!”

I winced. “I… I would appreciate it if you left Byakuya alone. I don’t want to hate you, please don’t try to make me.” I straightened up. “It takes a lot for me to hate someone, anyway. Obviously, or I wouldn’t’ve stood up for you kids.”

Jataro grinned. “What, do you *like* him or something?”

Pink dusted my cheeks and I internally scolded myself. “Of course. As a.. colleague.”

Kotoko squealed. “I know a girl in love when I see one! That’s soooo adorable! You have to tell him immediately!”

My cheeks color deepened. “Please, Kotoko, I love the enthusiasm but I really can’t.”

She frowned. “Why not?”

I pursed my lips. “Well… we’re recovering from the tragedy in Towa City. Duty comes first and foremost. It’d be selfish of me to let feelings get in the way.”

The room was quiet after that, the children not eager to talk about what happened. I cleared my throat. “Right. I figure individual attention is best? But I won’t force anything. If any of you would like to talk to me, you can find me in the other room.” I smiled easily. “I’d love to talk, but I understand if not.” With that, I left the room.

I closed the door behind me and heaved a deep sigh. This was going to be draining. My phone buzzed in my pocket, startling me. I laughed slightly at my reaction before answering. “Hel-?”

“Are you alright?” Byakuya’s cold voice cut through my greeting. My heart warmed. He was worried.

I beamed at no one, heading into the next room. “Yes, yes, I’m fine. Don’t let anyone hear you~” I teased. “God forbid Togami have feelings.”

I could hear him scowl through the phone. “I’m merely concerned for a colleague, nothing more.”

I bit my lip. “Yeah.. just a colleague…” I wish I didn’t feel this way. Things would be so much easier for everyone if I could just stuff my feelings down so far that they’d disappear. Byakuya wouldn’t return them anyway. Sure, he cared if I died but he wasn’t about to ask me about my day or anything.

He was quiet for a second. “….Yes. What is your plan of action for the children?”

I leaned against a wall and raked a hand through my hair. “For now I’m just waiting for one of ‘em to approach me. I don’t wanna overwhelm anyone.”

“That sounds.. ineffective.”

I laughed dryly. “Got any better ideas?”

“You wouldn’t like them.”

I grinned fondly. “You know me so well.”

“We are colleagues, after all.”

“Right… colleagues.”

Another pause. “If that’s all, I’ll be hanging up.”

I bit my lip. “Wait.” It was quiet. He was waiting. Was I really going to ask now, of all times? I frowned. Yes, yes I was. “Am I really just a colleague to you?”

It was quiet again and I immediately regretted asking. What was I thinking?? His answer was only going to upset me and put me in a mindset where I wouldn’t be able to take care of the kids properly and would probably-

“No.”

What? “What?” I breathed, echoing my thoughts.

“You heard me.” He huffed. “We’re not just colleagues. The killing game changed that. I…” he trailed off. “You are at least a friend. A trusted one. I cannot say that for many people.”

I smiled. Friend. That was better than colleague. “Thank you, Byakuya. That means a lot to me. I hope you know that you are… very precious to me.” There was a knock on the door. “Oh, I have my first visitor. Talk to you later?”

“Hm.” He hummed and hung up. I stuffed the phone in my pocket.

I opened the door to see an irritated Kotoko. She pointed her little finger in my face angrily. “I heard you!! Just confess already!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do!” She walked in and sat down in one of the chairs. “You were on the phone with blondie, right? Just tell him you love him!”

I shrugged, taking a seat opposite her. “I wish it were that simple. I’m not as brave as you or Masaru. If he didn’t return my feelings it’d definitely ruin our friendship.”

Kotoko pouted. “So!! Some friendships need to be ruined!”

I smiled. “I’m touched that you care, but I’ll need some time to build up my courage.”

She nodded fiercely. “I’ll help you!”

I worked my way through each of the children. I did make progress. My ultimate always came in handy with children.

~

With Kotoko, I needed to treat her like a close friend. Trust her with my secrets, take her advice on relationships, agree to let her dress me up later, and don’t ever use the word “gentle.”

“Well, that wasn’t so bad, right? You can head back to the others now, if you’d like.”

She hopped up from her chair. “That was easy! But I could’ve been acting the whole time. I’m the best at that.”

I covered my chest in mock surprise. “Are you? I never would’ve guessed!”

She nodded. “Yes, yes, I know!” She walked over to me and fidgeted with the hem of her dress for a second. “…Can I get something before I leave?”

I tilted my head, confused. “If I have it, I suppose. What’s wrong?”

She looked at the ground. “Can I have a hug?”

A large smile bloomed on my face. “Of course you can, Kotoko.” I pushed up from my chair and knelt down, arms outstretched. She jumped into my arms easily and I wrapped them around her. You’re safe with me, I promise nothing bad will happen again.

~

With Nagisa, I needed to treat him like an adult. Respect him as an equal, use big words, ask for his input on things, and reassure him that there is no pressure. At one point he demanded that I have higher expectations of him, something I didn’t expect.

I frowned. “Like what?”

He pulled at his hair “Anything! Just, please, expect more of me!” I gently unwrapped his hands from his hair.

“If that’s what you want. Do tell me if it’s ever too much, though, alright? I don’t want to overwhelm you.” I held his hands in my own to keep them away from his hair.

Nagisa searched my eyes desperately. “Promise you’ll expect more of me?”

I nodded. “Of course. You’re very grown up, it’s only natural that expectations of you will rise.” I released his hands and held out my arms. “You’re not obligated to, but some of the others wanted hugs.”

The beginnings of tears formed in his eyes and I pretended not to notice. He stepped into my arms hesitantly. I wrapped him in my arms, holding him close and trying to put as much love into it as possible. I heard a choked sob from my shoulder and smoothed circles on his back.

“D-Don’t tell the others a-about this.” He pushed out.

I shook my head. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

~

With Jataro, I needed to treat him like I wanted him there, which I did. Don’t interrupt him, reassure him that you do not hate him, insist he is not ugly, encourage his artistic passion but discourage killing people. Fascination with gore is fine as long as it doesn’t harm anyone. Introduce him to the concept of horror media.

I pulled up a horror game google search on my phone and held it out to him. “That’s one of the games I was talking about. You’re welcome to scroll through the pictures.”

“This isn’t very true to life…” he frowned.

I winced. “Ah.. not many have seen the things you have, Jataro. Both a gift and a curse, I suppose. Now you can portray things very accurately, but I do hope nothing haunts you later on in life.”

“Duh huh.. I can always go kill again for reference.”

I shook my head. “Please do not. You already have enough references.”

He sneered. “I bet you hate me for saying that, huh?”

“No, I don’t. I doubt I’ll ever hate you, Jataro, and I definitely don’t want to. I’m here for you.”

Jataro fiddled with his sleeves. “Oh… for me?”

I nodded.

“Oh………. Okay.” It seemed to get through to him a bit. “Can I go now?”

“Of course.”

~

With Masaru, I needed to treat him like, well, a kid. Praise him for his enthusiasm, praise him for his excellence in sports, compliment his leadership abilities, don’t let him hurt himself, reassure him that it’s okay to be scared. At one point, something I said had sent him back to that time and he started punching his arms.

“No! Stop shaking. Weak weak scared-“ His already bruised arms started to get worse. I immediately grabbed his hands. He struggled against my hold. “Lemme go!”

I pulled him against me, holding him. “It’s okay to be scared. You’re not weak. Everything is fine. You’re with me now.” I repeated mantras I had with the other children softly.

It took a couple of minutes but Masaru eventually stopped struggling and threw his arms around me. “Girls are stupid cowards.. shut up…”

I smiled. “I might be a coward, but I’m smart. I know some things.”

His hold on me tightened. “Please don’t leave me… I promise I’ll be good, I won’t make you look like the bad guy again……”

“I’m not going anywhere, Masaru. You’re a good boy, okay?”

He nodded.

~

I closed the door to their collective room with a soft click, not missing the knowing wink Kotoko sent my way. I breathed out evenly, filled with a sense of accomplishment. I was right to stand up for them. Hopefully, with much time and effort, these kids would get… a little better. That was all I could really hope to achieve.

“Have fun?” A voice called out, startling me. I jumped, glancing around until I saw Byakuya leaning coolly against a nearby wall. He checked his watch pointedly. “You were with them for quite some time.” His unspoken question hung in the air. Did you make any progress?

I smiled, walking over. “Yes!” I came to a stop in front of him, my grin turning coy. “You didn’t doubt my abilities, did you?”

He raised his eyebrows, gazing down his nose at me. He hummed, turning to leave. I scurried after him, fiddling with my fingers. We walked in silence, the voices of the children fading behind us.

I recalled Kotoko’s encouragement. She’d want me to say something right about now. Not to mention, it’d give me something to bond with her over during my next visit…

I cleared my throat, stopping in the hall. Byakuya continued walking, and I almost thought he wasn’t going to stop for me.

But he did.

He glanced back at me, a confused frown prepared. “What.” He quipped. Sigh, he certainly didn’t make things easy.

I took in a deep breath. “I believe there’s a way for me to get closer to Kotoko…” He stared quietly, not catching on to how on Earth this had anything to do with him. “…And I’d need your… cooperation. Is that alright?”

He pursed his lips disapprovingly. “This was your project, (L/N). I thought I made it clear I want no part of it.”

I chewed my lip, not able to keep eye contact. “Can I ask anyway?”

A dramatic sigh echoed between us, but he remained quiet. I met his eyes again. His arms were folded over his chest and he pinned me with an expectant gaze. Now or never. I squeezed my hands together, searching for the right words. “Do you remember our conversation on the phone earlier?”

He nodded wordlessly, but his expression tensed slightly. Likely not the best sign to keep going, but I was doing this for Kotoko. Yeah.. for her… not me.

“Right, of course you do.” I waved my hand around nervously. “Well, it has to do with that. Kotoko, as you probably know, has a soft spot for um… romance. The main thing she wanted to speak with me about was my uh…” I couldn’t physically take holding his gaze right now, and instead focused my eyes on my hands. I cleared my throat. “Relationship with… you. I… I guess what I’m trying to ask is…”

“Quit the bumbling, (L/N), I have places to be.”

I snapped my head up to study him. His tone was snappy and rude but his posture had the slightest note of… anxiety? I hadn’t seen that on him often. Seeing it built up my confidence.

“Right. Sorry.” My eyes wandered his form more, puzzling out his feelings. “My point is, do you mind if I tell Kotoko about a blossoming relationship between the two of us?” He stiffened further, his jaw tightening and his eyes widening. I was quick to explain. “Obviously I don’t expect you to actually date me, but if you could just not deny it in front of Kotoko, that would be-“

“Do you not want to date me?” He interrupted.

I froze, breaking my absentminded analysis to meet his nervous stare. “Wh…”

Byakuya immediately closed off, looking away from me. “Nevermind.”

My heart beat faster. “Wait, no. Are you…” I didn’t want to reveal my hand but, surely he already knew how I felt? He was practically as observant as me. I mustered an awkward laugh. “Is that a rhetorical question? Obviously we both know how I feel about you.”

He frowned, the tips of his ears turning pink. He opened his mouth only to soundlessly form shapes.

I watched his reaction with bewilderment. Did he really not know?? I took a step closer. “Byakuya, are you serious?”

He blinked down at me. “You… have feelings for me?”

“I thought it was painfully clear!” I gave an exasperated laugh. “Perhaps I give you more credit than you deserve.”

He spluttered before me—spluttered! “Well- I… I I had no idea.” His cheeks began to match his ears in hue. “You’ll… be delighted to hear that I feel the same way.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “Holy shit, really?”

He rolled his eyes. “Language.”

I grabbed his hands, yanking him closer to study his face. “You’re serious?”

“How many times do you plan to make me repeat myself?” He looked away from my eyes, his face reddening further.

I smiled giddily, his hands warm in mine. Maybe Kotoko was more observant than I gave her credit for.

~

Warriors of Hope POV

Kotoko watched them through the glass of the door, squealing when she saw them hold hands.

Masaru groaned, looking away. “Grooosss, why’d you tell her to do thaaat.”

She twirled around, clapping her hands together. “Because they’re in LOVE!! And people in LOVE should ALWAYS be TOGETHER!!!!”

Nagisa also grimaced at the sight. “Here I thought she was a professional. How unseemly… in front of us, no less.”

Kotoko bopped him lightly on the head, ignoring his indignant yelp. “You’re all being just awful! (Y/N)’s allowed to be happy, just like us!”

“You sure warmed up to her quick.”

She frowned, looking over at Jataro. He picked at his sleeves, not making eye contact. “Real bunch of demon-haters you guys are, duh huh… Falling for aaannyyyoonnnee’ss nice words…”

She furrowed her brow and opened her mouth to yell at him or call him ugly but stopped herself. She held her head up, looking down her nose at him primly. “I’d call you mean things but (Y/N) said that’s not cute. So just be quiet!”

Nagisa nodded, his hand white-knuckled on the table. “Well I don’t care about being cute. Jataro, (Y/N)’s risking a lot to give us a new chance. We owe her civility at the very least.”

Jataro frowned, tears welling up in his eyes. “You’re so mean to me.” His lips twitched up. “You hate me, don’t you? I’ll ruin your chances with (Y/N). After all, if there’s one bad apple, the rest are probably m-mmmooollldddyyy too.”

Masaru rummaged through the toys in the corner. “Whatever.” He picked up a soccer ball and grinned toothily. He dropped it onto his knee and tried to toss it to his other. It bounced off his leg but his spirit wasn’t dampened in the slightest as he ran over to retrieve it again. “You like her too, I can tell.”

Jataro huffed and plopped on the ground to draw, ignoring him. He heard rustling in his pocket as he sat down. He frowned, fishing through his pocket for the offending wrapper. His fingers met plastic and he pulled it out. A small orange candy twinkled up from his palm.

Kotoko gasped loudly, drawing his attention. She was looking out the window again, waving wildly. “She’s waving goodbye!! COME WAVE WITH ME.”

The others stood to join her but he did not. He stared down at the candy in wonder, unwrapping it carefully. It was from a company that didn’t have a factory in Towa City.

…It tasted nice. He hadn’t had their candy since before everything went down. He stared down at his violent drawing and crumpled it up, tossing it away. His blue crayon met the paper, drawing something nicer. Kinder. Stuff he used to draw… before. It was nice.

Masaru’s soccer ball collided with his head. “OOOOWW!” Jataro cried out, clutching his head dramatically.

“Ooops! Hehe, sorry Jataro.” Masaru picked up the ball with a grin.

a/n: pff thats as good of an ending as any ^^ hope u enjoyed :0!

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Danganronpa request can a reader who is really kind and a sweetheart adopt the warriors of hope and helpem to forget they traumas and also can the reader beat the hell up the warriors of hope parents after everything they done to those innocents children's please

Of course, my darling! I love the WoH so much- I adopted them too, they're your adoptive siblings now so you all gotta get along ok-

These are probably gonna spiral into parenting headcanons because I cannot help myself- just let these kiddos have a happy home life man- :(

TW for mentions of abuse. It's nothing explicit, but it can be upsetting to some. Please be cautious.

Anyways, let's get started!

- 🌸🍭mod mikan🍭🌸

S/O adopting the WoH!

Now, we all know these kiddos had a bad time.

They were all abused in different ways, neglected, put down to the lowest point they could be.

Junko was like a light at the end of the tunnel for them, a savior - someone who cared, someone who they could trust, someone who loved them. But it was all lies.

She didn't care.

They couldn't trust her.

She didn't love them.

But then, you came around. At first, they thought you were like every other demon; evil, cold and uncaring.

And yet, there was this warmth radiating off of you... Almost like another light they could chase to get to true joy.

After Komaru and Toko defeated each of them, they felt lost. What were they supposed to do now that their empire has failed? Were the adults going to punish them, by abusing and taking advantage of them even further?

The group wandered the streets of Towa City, alone, hiding from every adult they could see and fending for themselves.

However, they stumbled upon you and Komaru. You two have been actively looking for them after finding out they survived.

But the reason why you were looking for them, was pretty unexpected.

You wanted to take them in as your own. They were just kids after all, no matter how much they tried to make themselves seem bigger. You wanted to help them, teach them that not everyone will hurt them, because they deserve to be loved like any other child does.

And so, they went with you. Very reluctantly mind you, but they didn't have much of a choice.

And as time went on, they opened up to you, one by one. And soon, you guys became like a happy family.

Somewhat dysfunctional, but still happy family.

Ok so, origin story's out of the way, now let's get in a bit deeper-

Parenting the Warriors is pretty hard- they each have something about themselves that you need to keep in mind.

And besides, taking care of 5 children wouldn't be easy even if they weren't traumatized-

You have to be patient, warm and kind to them, and to you that's no problem!

I would imagine Masaru would be the first to let his guard down around you, because he could tell that you weren't a bad person from the start.

He would start to admire you greatly, seeing you as the only cool adult around!!

He's always trying to impress you or get your attention because of that. And you always give him praise, telling him he's the most awesome kiddo ever!!

He always gets a bit bashful when you do, scratching his head as an "awhh, shucks!", escaping his lips.

He's very fond of you! He wants to do the things you do, like trying out your hobbies or imitating your mannerisms. He just wants to be as cool as you are.

While it is cute, you have to teach him that he's only the best when he's himself!

Kotoko was probably the second to open up. The first thing she noticed is that you never, ever used her trigger word in a sentence, not even on accident. You always used words like "soft", "tender" or "mallow", maybe even "delicate".

Not me looking up synonyms on thesaurus.com rn shHDHS

Like Masaru, her initial gut reaction always told her you were a good person, but the walls she had built up just couldn't let you in right away.

And when she does get comfortable, she becomes super clingy. She's almost as fond of you as Masaru is, honestly-

She always goes to you for any sort of help. She feels like you're the only person she can trust 100%, whether it be with her feelings or some other problem.

You're like- the only person who she's super nice to all the time. She used to be like that with Monaca, until you took them in.

Actually, speaking of that, they completely stopped literally worshipping Monaca's every move once you entered their lives.

Now, next up is Jataro. He initially thought you hated his every move, and that you only took him in because of pity.

But, you were proving him wrong every day. Going out of your way to talk to him, being so incredibly kind that it made his heart hurt.

You always help him out with his art! He loves when you sit down and paint, sculpt or draw with him, even if you're not artistic yourself. He feels like he's wanted, and all of that self-hatred almost completely washes away.

The biggest moment was when you finally convinced him to take off his mask. And when he did, you could tell he was way happier.

You two burned the mask together, leaving that part of his life behind you and turning over a new leaf.

And because of your influence, the rest of the kids are way nicer to him as well now!

Nagisa was the fourth one to take his guard down.

He saw how much Masaru, Kotoko and Jataro trusted you, and after observing you further, he began to see why.

He was always very distant from you, and you respected that. So, you were pleasantly surprised when he suddenly started going out of his way to help you, talk to you or spend time with you. However, you never questioned it, which made him relieved.

It's like you two silently agreed that you were cool with eachother.

He's very mature for his age, so he's the first one to try and help you with regular day-to-day tasks, even without you asking for said help.

Mans over here about to start doing your taxes HDHDH-

You always tell him to chill out, but he insists. He knows how much trouble he and his adoptive siblings are making for you, and it's his own way of thanking you.

Now, Monaca's a little interesting.

At first she was only pretending to care about you, like she did with the rest of the Warriors, but after a while she genuinely grew to love both you and her siblings.

She doesn't like the fact she cares one bit, but she can't help it.

She still has very manipulative tendencies, but you always see through them and her lies. You call her out on it, but never berate her.

She's very kiss ass-y, I guess?? Always complimenting you for the smallest reasons and calling you sweet nicknames.

She sometimes just wants to make you mess up to try and get herself to stop caring-

Like whenever a problem comes up, she always goes, "S/O can fix it!😌🙏 Our (affectionate parental term) dearest can do anything!🥰💞" and the rest of the kids are like "yah!!💖💕" because they love and support you while you're just there like🧍

Because no you can't rebuild the economy do you look like bob the fucking builder-

AnywaY their parents are already dead, so you guys beat up H*ji instead. :)

Ah, family bonding time. 💕

And done!! I love these little spawns of satan so much you guys don't even know- this was literally so fun to write that I think I got carried away a bit hshGhd- I hope this is ok!

Make sure to wash your hands, stay hydrated, take any meds you may need to and stay safe! You were so brave, have a lollipop! 🍭

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[thequietkid-moonie]

WOH fighting over their Foster Parent attention

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Masuru, Kotoko, Monaca, Nagisa & Jataro ]

[ Danganronpa: Ultra Despair Girls ]

My babies again! Seriously, I love them too much, a just want to hug them 🥺🥺

It wasn't easy to trust you, you're a demon after all! but with time and patience they will warm up with you, seeing how you really care for them. They start having a normal life finally being able to act like the kids they are

Now that they finally have someone who truly aprecciate them for who they are they become pretty needy and demanding, (they crave all the affection you give them)

This conduce them to constantly fighting (in a childish way of course) for your attention or being your favorite. Masuru and Kotoko are the most obvious with this, while Monaca is more discreet, in the other hand Jataro and Nagisa don't seems to do it, but in reallity they do it to (just don't directly)

Masuru! is! loud! Whenever he wants your attention he run to you and scream tell you with an energetic voice what he come to say to you, if you're doing work or something else he will try to wait, but if you are with his siblings then he won't back off, Masuru will cling onto you calling out your name, and when he finally have your attention he will say that he have something to tell/show you, describing it like the most amaizing and interesting thing in the world! And if you actually go with him he will smirk at the others and even tease them later

Kotoko in the other hand is taking your attention by inviting you to play (maybe a tea party, doing each other make up, dressing up or you can brush her hair!) and while both play she always tell you a lot of things, like how she go in school, about her friends and performance (in case she still go to the theatre club) or just inventing something in the game. Also, Kotoko is really clingy too, so she probably follows you around sometimes

Monaca is more discreet, she monopolize your time by follows you around too and offering you help, maybe with home chores, and while doing it she's always chatting with you, about her thoughts, her school, her friends, and even ask you about your work! (This way she makes sure you see her as a good daughter). And when she's been extra needy and she don't get your attention she will fake cry and use guilt-trip

Nagisa is more mature and don't directly fight for your attention, he do it in diferent ways that even he don't notice. He craves for your attention and aproval, so, along side with Monaca, he is always helping you with whatever he can (even with your work if he can). Also, he wants you to be proud of him so Nagisa will try to take your attention by his school grades, whenever he gets a recognition at school he will show it to you almost inmediatly (he try to seem calm but he is eager to see your reaction). If you want him to do more child things he will take this opportunity to spend time with you, maybe you can teach him how to play some board games!

When Jataro realice that you don't hate him and, in fact, you actually care and love him he grows a little dependent. He doesn't really think he deserve all the affection you give him but he's grateful for it. Jataro will cling onto you and always try to be by your side, if you talk or not it doesn't matter to him, but when he needs your direct attention he will hesitantly take your hand/pull your clothes and shyly tell you what is in his mind. But when he wants your fully attention (and will fight for it) is when he wants to show you his art or need your comfort (but it take him a moment to convince himself to call for you since he feels like he is just bothering you)

Is not always that they are fighting though, just when they get really needy, is most of the time that they play along together (thanks to your help too)

Probably some times they ask you who is your favorite, and if you answer that you don't have one or you love them equally they will take that responce (for now), except for Masuru and Jataro who will tell you that thats not a valid answer

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[dragondemoness]

You can write for the monojoker dorky dad idea if you want :)

Oh, you bet I do

Monojoker - Warriors of Hope x Dorky Dad Reader Part Three

You had an idea.

A brilliant idea.

An idea that would spread your silly dad jokes even when you weren't there.

You found some leftover parts from Shirokuma and Kurokuma, as well of some other spare parts, and got to work. The kids were away on one of Monaca's missions, so you were alone.

You entered Hope's Peak as the Ultimate Engineer, which came in great handy here. 

At some point, Kurokuma walked in and asked what you were doing.

"Yo, (Name), how's it ha- Woah, what the fuck is that?! A Monokuma? What the fuck dude, am I not awesome enough for ya?!"

You chuckled. "No, Kurokuma. It's a different kind of Monokuma. It's made for telling jokes."

"Huh. You're not gonna add missiles or guns or nothin'? That's fuckin' lame!"

"Feel free to watch, Kurokuma," You said in a teasing manner.

He did, as he'd never seen a Monokuma be made before.

And after a couple of hours, your greatest creation has been built. 

And soon after, the kids came back.

Masaru Diamon 

"Wh- (Name), what the heck is that?"

With an evil smirk, you pressed a button and activated your creation

"Hey, Masaru! Y'know, my fingers are pretty great, cuz I can count on all of them."

His face turned red from anger and he stomped his foot

"You don't even have fingers! (Name)! Why'd you make a Monokuma just to tell your stupid jokes?!"

"That's what he does! I call him 'Monojoker!'"

He ran up to you and punched you in the stomach

Several times

It hurt like hell, but his reaction was worth it

Jataro Kemuri 

"Huh? You made a Monokuma?"

You pressed the button and your creation came to life

"Hey, Jataro! Why do seagulls fly over the ocean? Because if they flew over the bay, we'd call them bagels."

"Why would we call them that? A seagull is a bird, and a bagel is a food."

He's just confused

You'll have to have Monojoker explain the joke to him

Kotoko Utsugi 

"Hey, what's that Monokuma for?"

You pressed the button, and let your machine do the talking

"Hey, Kotoko! Have you ever seen the movie 'Constipation'? No, you didn't, cuz it never came out!"

She pouts at you

"Ewww, (Name), that's gross!"

She is not happy with Monojoker

Or with you

Nagisa Shingetsu 

He sighs

"(Name), what is this?"

Without saying a word, you pressed the button and let Monojoker do its thing

"Hey, Nagisa! Why did the math book look so sad? Because of all of its problems!"

"The only problem I see is your jokes."

With that, he turns and leaves the room

Monaca Towa 

"Oh? You made a Monokuma?"

Watches with curiosity as you activate Monojoker

"Hey, Monaca! What do you call a factory that makes okay products? A satisfactory."

She just looks at Monojoker, and then at you

Then she silently rolls her wheelchair over to the bear and pressed the 'silent mode' button

Shirokuma and Kurokuma both had one, so she knew that this one would, too

You made a mental note to remove it later

Then she smiles at you before leaving the room

"Welp, looks like they hated it," Kurokuma commented.

"That was the point," you said with a smirk.

Kurokuma gave you a confused look, then burst out laughing.

"Hah! So you made that stupid thing to piss them off? That's hilarious!"

You turned to Monojoker and gave it a pat on the head. "Good job, buddy."

Monojoker took a bow. 

You smiled to yourself. Mission success.

Note: Okay, tell me what Monojoker looks like so I can draw him. I'm actually really curious

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Piggy back rides from Monaca's F/O (i thinks that's the way to say that, I'm not really into writing tumblr side lil. Just like a big sis figure i guess?)

> of course! And do not worry, Mod Angie understands what you are saying! They are under the cut! Hope you enjoy Anon! <

> and i tried to make it Gender neutral! Though i couldn't find any gender neutral for that.. also some bit of Servant x S/O <

> some blood and gore are here ! Please be careful ! <

< spoilers incoming ! <

Monaca was having a bad day, she didn't have the chance to murder any Adults, and the kids killed hundreds, not leaving her one Adult, the kids honestly thought they were helping her since she's in a wheelchair. What's worse though is that her own wheelchair broke, making her burst out tears

Luckily her servant who she calls 'big sis F/O' saw what happened, they called Servant while Monaca was bursting out tears in her room.

" pppssstt, Servant! Monaca's wheelchair broke, can you fix it for me? I'll comfort Monaca. " Of course, Nagi- Servant nods " Aha, of course. I could do that..! " Nagito walks away to the direction the wheelchair was put in, as you climed on the ladder.. you walked to the door, bracing Monaca's hurtful words..

Though instead, you saw her sleeping, guess she slept. You closed the door, walking back to your and Servant's room.

" Servant, are you aware of when are you gonna fix it? " He nods " I think so, it may take 2-3 days fixing it. Though you shouldn't trust me and my scummy words F/O.. " Nagito sighed, laughing a bit " Servant.. Nevermind, will get out of here together, and fix your issues. It's clear that you need some deep help. " You looked at him, his face flushed with red, looking back at you, he let out a giggle " Ah F/O-san, your too nice.. " You smiled, you hugged him. And he hugged back.. eventually you two passed out.

You woke up by some 'awwwwws' you groggily moved up carefully removing Servants hands off of you. Then you realized who the people 'awwwed' your head snapped at the kids direction, quickly getting up making Servant wake up as well " K-Kids you don't understand, we just fell asleep- uh- um- that's all! I promise.. " Thats when Kotoko boo'ed " Maaannn, and here i thought that that you two had fun! That's no adorbs! " Nagito got up, blushing for a bit " H-hey, thats enough for now, we'll have to do our work later.. " " Awwwhhh man, nnow i thooughht this wiill make you two tell eeachootherrrrs feeeelinggss.. " Jataro gloomly said " Whatever.. let's just go. These two will tell eachothers feeling sooner or later. " Nagisa shot back, Masaru was quiet, a bit too quiet. He and the kids followed Nagisa.

You felt like you forgot something, then you realized. 'oh sHIT MONACA!' You hurriedly tried to dress up, and ran out of you and Servant's room then climbing up the ladder and

" monACA I'M HERE..! " you pant, trying to breathe. Monaca was quiet, looking at you from her bed, guess she just woke up too. She laughed " Ahaha! Don't worry it's not something to apologise over, i know you didn't mean it.. just try to don't do it again.. " her faced darkened at the last statement though you didn't catch it

Monaca looked around, trying to find her wheelchair. Thouhh it isn't there.. " A-Awe, my wh-wheelchair isn't here.. is mr. S*sob*-Servant fixing i-it Big sib F/O?? " she looked like she was gonna cry, you tried to cheer her up by he one thing you thought of.

" M-Monaca, don't worry- i can give you a piggyback ride while Mr. Servant fixes it..! " Though it was for the best, Monaca was surprised " Nobody has done that to Monaca before.. " She nodded happily and you gave her a piggyback ride, though it was hell when climing down the ladder. " Ahahah, this is fun Big sib F/O! " Monaca chirped , obviously having fun with this, you gently placed Monaca in the chair. Before going to make her food. As you placed it beside her, her eyes sparkled " W-Wow..! Monaca feels like a princess, thank you big sib F/O! " she bit the food you made, it tastes heavenly to her.. nobody has done that for Monaca. And she tried to eat it slowly to remember the food

Ah she finished her food, you went to wash the plate. After a few seconds you went back to Monaca, whos impatiently waiting " You took so long! How! Did! It! Take! So! Long! " Monaca cried out, you silently made her go on your back. Too tired to deal with her tantrums. As you two went out to find some adults, you found 4 adults. You killed them one by one, except for the last one, they ended up surviving but you still caught up, with Monaca praising you " P-please! I w-w-want to live, please g-give me a chance! I- I will do- do anything pLEA‐ " Whack. They layed there, not moving. Blood everywhere, and honestly it smelt bad, you felt really bad. But knowing the warriors of hope. They will kill you for betraying them. You dropped the bat you were holding a few seconds ago " Wooooow! Your really cool Big Sib F/O! " Monaca praised you once again. It's starting to feel like it's okay to do this stuff. it's scary how a child isn't scared of a dead body, their used to this stuff now? H-ho..

You ignored your thoughts " Thanks Monaca.. " you said to her, before going back but you two heard a crash. Its very loud. They must be close, you peaked at the people.. huh? Two people.. the other has the wrist band, must mean they are in the game also.. she also has a microphone, weird for a weapon but okay, the other girl seems to follow around her too. But she heard something

" Omaru? D-did you hear so-something? " The female with the long skirt asked, shit you must have been too loud. 'I gotta get out of here befo‐' " Toki, i didn't hear anything. Are you sure it's something? I mean we fought a Monokuma, it must've hit something.. " Oh okay, thank the lord that that girl is stupid " U-Ugh! Fi-fine!! But if something c-comes out then its your f-fault!! " the girl yelled at the other before the two walked away

Well thats an experience..

You walked back to the headquarters, Monaca still on your back of course " Ugghhhh, those demons will get what they get in the end! " Monaca yelled before plopping into bed, you tucked her in before leaving...

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" you'll be a good use for us, F/O. "

> Hey hey Anon ! Hope you like this , i am aware that it literally as no relavence for what you requested.. But i hope you still like it nonetheless ! Thank you for requesting . It feels so good writing for a WOH <

> please hydrate and stay safe ! There are people who deeply cares about you ! Love love ! <

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pedophilla

incest

teacher / student

drug use / smoking

pregnancy or parent fics

character x character

abusive relationships

children

r@pe

racist

homophobic 

transphobic 

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sexism

lemons

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make outs

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Shuichi Saihara

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Aoi Asahina

Chihiro Fujisaki

Sayaka Maizono

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Kiyotaka Ishimaru

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Mondo Owada

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Ibuki Mioda

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Peko Pekoyama

Nekomaru Nidai

Gundham Tanaka

Nagito Komaeda

Kazuichi Soda

Teruteru Hanamura

Hajime Hinata／Izuru Kamukura

Kotoko Utsugi〈only platonic〉

Nagisa Shingetsu〈only platonic〉

Masaru Daimon〈only platonic〉

Monaca Towa〈only platonic〉

Jataro Kemuri〈only platoni〉

Haiji Towa

Hiroko Hagakure

Yuta Asahina

Angie Yonaga

Himiko Yumeno

K1-B0／keebo

Kaito Momota

Maki Harukawa

Miu Iruma

Ryoma Hoshi

Tsumugi Shirogane

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Li'l Ultimate Nurse

( Nagisa Shingetsu x Reader)

"Nagisa!" you called with worry. You had watched your best friend fall from the slide of the abandoned playground while he was trying to scope out the area. Concerned for him, you rushed over at once. As the medic of the Warriors Of Hope, your job was to take care of your injured fellow Warriors, after all. So when you landed on your knees next to Nagisa, tools in hand, you started quickly examining him. "Are you okay? What hurts?"

"Well, mostly just my leg," he replied nonchalantly. The other Warriors were quite concerned for Nagisa, as well, but allowed you to take care of him. Surely the Li'l Ultimate Nurse knew what they were doing. You pulled out some peroxide, some gauze, some bandages, and some disinfectant spray. He looked confused. "U-Um... Y/N... What are you doing?"

"It's important to clean a cut like that first. If you don't, it could get infected. An infected cut, even something small, can lead to an amputation," you explained. You poured some peroxide on a piece of gauze, lightly dabbing in over Nagisa's cut. He winced in pain, but didn't make the effort to fight back. He trusted his best friend, after all. "In the meantime, just try to relax. We need our vice leader to help us build paradise!"

Nagisa smiled just a bit, and nodded. You always knew just the things to say. Even to the point that he would actually smile. Once you were convinced that the cut was cleaned thoroughly, you sprayed his injury with your disinfectant spray. Then, you drew out the bandages, and began wrapping his leg up with it. Blood seeped through it only slightly, signifying that the bleeding was being stopped.

"Ewwwww!" Kotoko jeered. "That's gross! There's so much blood! Icky, icky, icky! That's how parasites get into your body!"

"Ehh?" Monaca asked innocently. "But don't you see worse when you kill Demons? Monaca certainly has. Besides, it's important to protect the Warriors above all else. No matter how gross you may find it, Monaca wants her friends to be safe!"

You shot Kotoko a glare. Nagisa was already nervous enough, you figured. He had never been able to trust anyone. So to suddenly entrust himself to you was a big step. In your mind, it meant he was beginning to heal.

"Thank you, Monaca," you replied sweetly. You finished wrapping his bandages and displayed a bright smile, turning back to face Nagisa. "There you go, Nagisa! All better now! See?"

Nagisa stared in awe. Such a useful, unique talent. Especially compared to his own. He couldn't deny that he felt inferior to you. You could help so many children, while... all he could do is study history. But... when he looked at your genuine, sweet smile and kind gesture, he realized that didn't matter. You were his friend because you wanted to be, and soon, you would have the paradise built for children. The paradise you've both wanted and needed for so long. It was almost time.

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