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imaginedanganronpa · 5 years

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this is a funnier request, but can you do one where kokichi is helping you babysit some kid and the kid has a crush on the reader. he keeps threatening kokichi, so he takes matters into his own hands and turns it into some competition with the kid? and the boy is super evil, but acts sweet around the reader.

I love Requests like these, and I can’t lie, I’ve had some experience with kids like this so I understand the struggle. Hope you like it, I had lots of fun writing this one!!

Ouma Kokichi Helping You Babysit An Evil Kid Who Has a Crush On You!

You’ve been babysitting this boy for a couple years now – you know the family well, as they’re close friends with your own, and you were even around for the birth of their son. With that said, he’s been getting more attached to you as he’s gotten older.

Now that he’s started primary school and he’s beginning to develop his personality, he’s simultaneously become less reliant on his parents, but more of a handful.

You’ve had to keep a closer eye on him whenever you were supposed to babysit, and he’s been stirring up trouble for you more frequently.

It sounds a lot like another boy you know…

However, this was obviously different. The child would find excuses for you to stay longer and would throw fits whenever you had to leave. While he wasn’t as dependent on his parents anymore, he was still quite clingy towards you – it was natural to suspect that he may have a small crush on you.

It’s something both yours and his families have jokingly mentioned, but you never thought it would reach the extent that it has!

Now that you and Ouma have stared dating, he’s become acquainted with the kid you babysit. They were never around each other for too long – mainly, when Ouma would meet you at their house once your shift was over to take you on a date or just to hang out, and minor family functions.

But now that your relationship has become more serious, you thought it would be a great idea to bring Ouma with you on some of the nights you’re supposed to work! If anything, it would make your job easier, having extra help with the boy and all.

That didn’t go as planned, though.

Your boyfriend kept up a friendly disposition at first, introducing himself with a feigned smile. He wasn’t entirely sold on being here, but he’s the one who offered to help so he wouldn’t complain too much. At least, not in front of you, anyway.

He would have to do a double take when the boy pointed at him and then mimed slitting his throat when you weren’t looking. Ouma’s eyes widened, taken aback by the motion – what the fuck were they teaching kids these days?

A smug grin formed on Ouma’s lips once he read the situation, realizing exactly what was going on. Still, he kept his amusement to himself. After all, this certainly made babysitting more interesting.

Each time you would turn your attention to the boy, his expression would change. The dangerous, evil look on his face was wiped off in an instant and replaced with a more innocent and oblivious one. Ouma grits his teeth upon seeing this, realizing how difficult the kid was going to make this for him.

But he didn’t care if this was a child – two could play at this game!

As soon as you left the Living Room to take a bathroom break, and the two of them were alone, the kid’s entire demeanor shifted and that devilish look reappeared in his eyes.

“I’m going to take (Y/N)-Chan away from you… they’re mine, you hear me?” He hissed at Ouma, who sat back and crossed his arms silently in response. He turned his head away, not yet revealing his intentions. He wanted to get the boy riled up first.

When you returned, the boy shifted back to his usual, smiling tone. You greeted him with a grin as he reached his arms up and asked for a hug, in which you happily obliged.

As you pulled him into your arms, with your back facing Ouma, the boy nuzzled his chin over your shoulder so Ouma could get a clear view of his face. Then, he shot him a long, evil grin with narrowed eyes.

All your boyfriend did in response was raise his eyebrows and stare blankly, not at all fazed.

Time passed, and the boy decided he wanted to go outside and play before you had to leave. Without any other choice, Ouma followed the two of you into the backyard compliantly. In his defense, he had no idea what that little brat was willing to pull when you were alone.

He didn’t find any reason to get angry or jealous over a child, though – and that wasn’t it. After all, his threats to steal you away and make you break up with him were all pointless – he was in primary school, and you were both in high-school. Ouma was more amused, and busy plotting how to break the kid’s spirit, more than anything else.

As soon as you stepped back inside, the boy threw the ball you had been tossing back and forth onto the roof and stomped his foot at Ouma, jutting his lip out angrily and squinting at him with red eyes.

“You better back off, or I’ll make you! What’s (Y/N) doin’ with a short guy like you anyway?!” He raised his shrill voice as he clenched the fists at his sides.

A tinge of irritation coursed through Ouma’s veins as he broke the cool and composed nature he had been holding together, a bit irked by the comment about his height. “Short?! Have you looked at yourself, kid?!”

Before the argument could escalate, you returned, and the boy immediately dropped the act. As he flashed a cocky smile in Ouma’s direction for a brief second, be burst into tears and collapsed backwards on the ground, then started dramatically sobbing crocodile tears.

Ouma, clearly confused, raised a brow and tilted his head to one side as you rushed to the boy’s aid.

“He’s so mean! He threw the ball on the roof and now I can’t get it!” He pointed his tiny finger at your boyfriend, who tried to hide the fact that he was fuming at the false accusation.

Growling at the kid, he took a confident step forward and hissed, “Why you little–!”

He stopped dead in his tracks when you shot him an agitated glare, falling into the boy’s trap. With one sharp movement, you swooped the boy into your arms and took him inside without saying another word, leaving your boyfriend behind.

With the child slung over your shoulder, he tugged on his cheek to pull down his eye and stuck his tongue out, silently mocking Ouma with a superior glare on his face.

Ouma grit his teeth, his composure cracking. At first, he was going to let things slide and relax as to not snap at the kid, but now it was on.

If that pest wanted to play dirty, then so could he!

Once he was back inside, Ouma fake-pouted and apologized for ‘throwing the ball on the roof,’ telling you that he didn’t know what came over him and that it was a sincere accident.

Being the overly-compassionate person you are, you frowned and pulled him into a hug, reassuring him that everything was alright. Now that he was in your arms, he passed a proud look towards the kid, mimicking the one he had given him earlier. A sense of satisfaction washed over Ouma when he saw the look on the boy’s face – gawking and mouth agape; he was clearly annoyed.

After he broke from your grasp, he waltzed over to the boy and ruffled his hair, giggling with a bright smile on his face as he leaned down to whisper in the boy’s ear.

From your perspective, it just looked like the two of them were getting along, and that your boyfriend was apologizing for earlier.

However, once Ouma reached his level, a sinister smile spread across his lips. The expression chilled the boy to the very core and caused goosebumps to rise on his skin as Ouma hissed in his ear.

“Two can play at that game, you brat.” When the boy’s eyes widened and his lip quivered, your boyfriend made sure to add a bonus threat, “you better watch yourself, kid. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”

Truly, he wasn’t jealous; but he wasn’t going to let a child make a mockery out of him like that, either!

And your face shifted back to horror once Ouma stepped away, and the boy started crying genuine tears this time. He was visibly upset by Ouma’s words, but your boyfriend didn’t care. He was just relieved to finally strike a chord inside that little monster.

Needless to say, his antics died down after the threat. Each time he tried anything afterwards, Ouma would seamlessly thwart his plans.

When he asked to sit on your lap, Ouma tossed an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. He then craned his head on your shoulder so that their faces were at the same level, obscured from your view, and passed him the same unnerving smile as before.

These shenanigans continued, keeping the boy at bay until his parents finally got home after what felt like an eternity. Apologizing for their lateness, they asked you both how their ‘little angel’ behaved towards your new gust.

He scoffed at the name, rolling his eyes behind his bangs.

Ouma slid beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist when the boy tried to hug you goodbye, effectively preventing him from touching you. The sour expression plastered on his face caused Ouma to giggle as he shrugged nonchalantly. “Oh, he was a joy! I’d be happy to help (Y/N) babysit any time! Heck, I’d do it every night if you needed me to.”

That last sentence was more sinister than intended, but Ouma knew exactly what he was doing. The boy took a step back and pouted, averting his eyes away from you as his parents laughed it off, thanking him for his ‘incredible service.’

Once the two of you were heading out the door, your boyfriend glanced over his shoulder one last time to see the boy pressing his face against the window. He was watching you walk down the driveway with an evil, angry look on his face, still mouthing for Ouma to back off.

Naturally, your boyfriend took this as a challenge and twirled you on your heels so that you were facing him, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you into a loving kiss right before the boy’s very eyes.

He held the kiss for longer than you expected, and when he finally broke away, he shot one last smirk back at the boy in the window, feeling rather victorious.

“What the Hell was that, Kokichi?” You spat once you were down the street, annoyed by the rivalry you had to endure all day. Neither of them pulled the wool over your eyes, and you knew exactly what was happening but chose to ignore it as to not start an argument in front of the boy. You weren’t really surprised by your boyfriend, though.

Still, Ouma feigned ignorance and insisted that he had no idea what you were talking about.

Needless to say, he didn’t help you babysit anymore after that. And honestly, he wasn’t too upset about it; the less he needed to see that beast, the better.

- Mod Rantaro

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imaginedanganronpa · 5 years

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I’m Back!

Hello, friends! I am so, so sorry about the Hiatus. I know I said I would post when I got the chance, but that chance never really came.

I know I said in my last Mod post that I would be busy, but I didn’t expect it to be that bad. Plus, I had some health issues over summer, and that took a really big chunk out of both my work ethic and my schedule. But don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine now!

I know, it probably sounds like excuses and I’m sorry. But hey, better late than never! I’m currently back in university, once I get used to my new routine and schedule I am hoping that I will be able to post frequently again! I just posted a new imagine if you haven’t seen it yet! I really hope you like it, I know I’m a little bit rusty lol.

But, before I go, I wanted to say that while I was on Hiatus, we hit 2,000 followers! I just wanted to quickly say a big thank you to all of you guys. I know I was gone, but a lot of you still supported me when I was absent. It means the world to me and I never thought I would make it this far, so thank you all so much!! Again, I’m really sorry about the Hiatus but I’m back now!!

Requests are still Closed! I’m going to work on the 100+ ones left in my Ask all summer. Things should get back to normal again soon. As always, much love, everyone.

xox, Mod!

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imaginedanganronpa · 5 years

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can i request kissing hcs for the v3 cast? like anything related to kissing lol

Hello, friends! I’m back! This was a really simple Request to return with, so I hope you enjoy! I’ll make a really quick post about my Hiatus shortly.

Kissing Headcanons with the V3 Cast!

Kaede Akamatsu

Kaede is a pretty average kisser. She usually takes charge, butshe doesn’t mind giving you the power sometimes. All she wants is to enjoy yourpresence, regardless of who is in control.

And she melts away whenever you kiss her, completely submissive toyour touch. However, she is usually the one to press forward and heat thingsup. She likes being the one to take control in intimate situations, but willnot hesitate to switch the power to you.

She’s a big fan of slow, sweet kisses. Even if she’s rushed fortime, she never forgets to give you a kiss as the two of you are parting ways.It’s the way she says hello and goodbye, and she will never miss an opportunityto kiss you when one presents itself.

In between kisses, Kaede will smile and look at you with half-liddedeyes. She always looks so radiant and genuinely happy whenever you show heraffectionate. She’s also a giggler, and her breath will hitch into bubblylaughter in between the smooches.

Kaede still blushes when your lips touch, though, no matter howlong you’ve been dating or how many kisses she has given you; she always saysthat it’s just the effect that you have on her.

Her lips taste very sweet, like candy and cherries. They’re alsovery warm and welcoming, almost addicting. They taste so sweet that in the heatof the moment, you don’t want to break the kiss or pull away and you can’t seemto get enough of her.

Kaede will often bury her face in the crook of your neck and leavekisses all over your skin, letting her eyes flutter close as her hands entwinein your hair. She is quite the needy kisser, always giving you plenty ofattention. She can get rather desperate, leaving gentle nips on your lower lipas she hums against your mouth in a sing-song tone.

Kaede also likes kissing down your body without leaving a singleinch of skin unscathed. She’s such a big romantic that all she wants to do isgive you her affection; and any way she can do that, she will.

She loves each and every one! Kaede cherishes the kisses you giveher, they always fill her stomach with butterflies.

And she’s the type of person to flat out ask you for a kiss. Shecan be a bit needy, often puffing out her cheeks as she leans forward. Itreally depends on her mood. There are some days where she needs more attentionthan others, but it’s never really a bother.

Her fingers will play with your hair as she works against yourmouth or skin. Kaede is one to praise you as she loves all over you, mumblingsweet nothings.

“You smell so sweet, and you lips feel so nice. I love everythingabout you, (Y/N).”

Saihara Shuichi

One of your favorite things about Saihara is how soft his lipsare, and how they perfectly fit onto yours. It’s almost as if they wereperfectly molded to fit with your mouth, and that definitely isn’t a complaint.

The first time you two kissed, the sheer softness of his lips tookyou by surprise. He also has the tendency to taste like mint and coffee. Evenif those aren’t tastes you particularly enjoy, it becomes an acquired taste andyou learn to get used to it.

Saihara is an incredibly shy kisser as well, and he doesn’t alwaysknow where his hands should go or what he should do, but he isn’t a bad kisser.He just doesn’t have a lot of experience.

He’s also a gentleman who will ask before he kisses you, even ifit’s minor. He mainly does this in public; even if it’s just a quick peck onthe cheek or the lips. He likes to lean in close, a faint blush on his face,before asking, “May I?” in a hushed voice.

But when you’re at home, Saihara is less hesitant and will bring youinto his arms and kiss you like there’s no tomorrow. He doesn’t typically askwhen you’re in private, and instead takes the chance whenever he gets it.Sometimes, he can’t help himself.

When he gets really flustered, he’ll hide his face behind his hat.There has been more than one awkward run in between you two where the bill ofhis hat accidentally bumped your forehead as you two were leaning in for akiss. Every time this happens, Saihara panics and frantically apologizes beforecradling you in his arms. While you’ve learned to laugh it off, he’s stilltraumatized each time.

“O-Oh, God! I’m so sorry, (Y/N)! Please, it was an accident!”He’ll stutter as you giggle in response, pulling you into his chest as hetosses his hat off and leaves kisses on your forehead as an apology.

Saihara also likes planting kisses along your shoulders, jaw, andneck while you’re cuddling. It isn’t anything sexual, but comforting instead.

He finds it relaxing when you come up behind him and massage hisshoulders as you kiss along the nape of his neck, especially after dealing witha particularly difficult case. When he’s stressed out, your touch and your lipsare always his go-to remedy.

Saihara opts for quick kisses, but when he’s tired or needy, he’llpull you into a long, passionate embrace. This isn’t as frequent, so he usuallygoes with a quick peck instead.

But each time he kisses you, regardless of if it was on the lipsor other parts of your body, his eyes will sparkle and he will lovingly smileback at you when he’s done.

He also blushes a lot, which is fascinatingly cute.

Maki Harukawa

It took Maki a long time before she was even comfortable enough tokiss you. Little did you know, she had zero kissing experience before you, sothis is a first for her. And as much as she’ll deny it, she was secretly verynervous and scared to kiss you the first time.

Not a surprise, but Maki is also very Tsundere about kissing andisn’t afraid to show it.

You often find yourself asking her for permission before you kissher, fearing that she’ll reject you if you aren’t careful. And every time youdo, she becomes a blushing and stuttering mess.

She’ll twirl her hair in her hands and puff out her cheeks,avoiding eye contact as she denies how red her face is becoming. “U-Uh… sure… Iguess,” she’ll mumble before closing her eyes and waiting for you to move infor the kill.

Maki isn’t normally the one to make the moves. Instead, she letsyou initiate the kisses and will wait patiently for you to close the gap. Shetends to stand still and wait for you rather than chase after it herself.

It takes her some time before she’s comfortable enough to engagein the affection herself. She still comes across as nervous most of the time,but you’re more frequently seeing her tug on your sleeve or non-verballycommunicate that she wants attention in other ways.

She won’t outright tell you when she wants a kiss, you’ve had tolearn how to guess. She’s far too embarrassed to admit when she wants to beloved. You’ve gotten good at reading her signals, though.

Maki is very stiff at first, but she quickly loosens up. If youcatch her in a good mood, she’ll be a downright predator hunting its prey,feverishly attacking your lips as if it’s the only thing she knows how to do.

Each time this happens, though, she blushes and feels embarrassedafterwards. She just… doesn’t know what comes over her.

Maki really likes it when you bite her lower lip, gasping at thefeeling. The first time you did this, her knees nearly gave out and you had tosupport her weight by yourself.

She is a very gentle and wary kisser, though. She does enjoy thekissing, as much as she hates to admit it, but she is still nervous and carefulafter all this time.

When she’s tired and had a long day, though, the only thing shewants to come home to is your arms. She’ll curl up and let you leave kisses allover her skin, a tiny smile appearing on her lips.

In typical Maki fashion, though, she’ll threaten to kill you ifyou ever tell the others about her soft side.

Ouma Kokichi

Ouma is quite enthusiastic, but he won’t hesitate to tease you,either. Even from the start of your relationship, he was always such a tease,especially when it comes to kissing.

His kisses are full of tongue, accompanied by Ouma wrapping hisfingers in your hair or roaming around your body as he smashes his lips againstyours.

Without a doubt, his kisses are passionate. They’re fast, like aspitfire, and can sometimes be overwhelming. He goes for the more fieryapproach to kissing rather than a gentle, sentimental one.

He doesn’t really care who sees, not at all fazed by PDA. Oumawill kiss you in public and brag about it later, smirking whenever the two ofyou get bad looks from strangers; you aren’t as keen about this as he is,though.

He loves it when you kiss his neck and his ear lobes, and he isn’tafraid to let you know this. If things escalate and get heated, he’ll encourageyou to leave love-bites on his neck and insists that he can just hide it withhis scarf.

However, Ouma will wear the marks with pride. He’s not afraid tolet people see them, either. Overall, his love is open with not only you buteveryone around you as well.

When things get intimate, his kisses become extremely sloppy andhis hands will desperately roam your body, clinging onto every curve andcrevice he can find.

He’s also the type to growl and make other sounds against yourmouth when you kiss him, especially when he’s the one in charge.

Ouma loves tongue kissing, but will deny you entrance and prolongit before finally letting you access his mouth.

He really doesn’t like givingup the dominance or shifting power, preferring to be the one in control.

He’s also a big fan of making out and will pout like a child ifyou pull away too early. On the flip-side, he will purposefully pull away justto get you riled up, loving to see you squirm around him.

If you tug on his hair while you’re kissing, it’s a sure-fire wayto get him in the mood. He’ll make snarky comments as well, enjoying everymoment he has with your lips against his own.

“Oh, (Y/N), you like this? When I kiss you like this? I’m sure youdo!~”

Himiko Yumeno

Sleepy kisses are this girl’s specialty. They’re also her favoritetype of kiss, but that’s a bit obvious.

When Himiko first wakes up in the morning, she loves rolling overto find your peaceful face beside hers. Then, she’ll nuzzle her face besideyours and give you half-asleep, dazed kisses over and over.

She will loosely wrap her arms around your neck and press her bodyagainst yours as she leaves tiny kisses on your lips, drawing in only smallbreaths in between.

“Nyeh… ‘morning, (Y/N)… I love you… did you sleepokay?” She’ll speak with both smooches and yawns to punctuate her sentences.

But when she’s fully awake, that’s a different story.

Her mind goes into overdrive when she’s aware of her surroundings,and she will nervously kiss you with less confidence than before. Himiko alsoblushes intensely whenever you kiss her first; her cheeks will become as red asher hair.

She gets flustered whenever you kiss her by surprise. She won’tfight against you, but she’ll be a fumbling mess when you pull away.

Himiko usually gives you lazy kisses, without a lot of passion inthem. Sometimes, she outright tells you that she’s too tired to kiss you rightnow and to ‘come back later.’

Most of her kisses are somewhat sloppy and unplanned, andsometimes she’ll completely miss your mouth altogether.

Himiko is good at covering her tracks, though. When she does this,she’ll insist that she meant to miss your mouth, and that she really was aimingfor your chin after all!

By far, your favorite type of kiss with her is when she wraps herarms around your waist and comes up from behind. Himiko will leave small kissesall over your back, shoulders, and arms, with her hands tracing small circlesin your skin as she does so. She usually does this when she’s really tired andhalf-asleep, nuzzling her face against your skin before she closes her eyes anddrifts away.

Due to her small stature, it’s easy for you to kiss her forehead,and she really loves it when you do. But she’ll complain about how short sheis, wishing she was taller so she doesn’t have to stand on her toes to kiss youevery time.

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro loves to softly kiss you most of the time. He likes to goslow and steady, enjoying the moment and taking in how sweet you taste. He’ssurprisingly very good at pinpointing the flavor on your lips at any givenmoment.

He will also mumble against your mouth, sweet nothings that makeyour heart race and your body melt. “God, you taste wonderful. I love youso much, I love the way you kiss me.”

He likes planting soft kisses on your lips when you least expectit, just to give you a smug half-grin in return. He finds the surprisedexpression you make afterward to be incredibly endearing.

Every time Rantaro kisses you, he’s handling you with such care,as if you were made out of the finest China, easily breakable if he isn’tcareful.

He would gently run his hands along your body – up and down yourarms, gently squeezing your limbs sometimes, or down your back in smoothcircles. He just loves the feeling of your body in his hands and can mold you,mapping out exactly where you like to be touched.

If he’s in a mood, Rantaro has the tendency to squeeze your asswhilst he kisses you as well.

His hands have a mind of their own, drifting down to your waist orup to hold the back of your neck, or clasp the side of your cheekaffectionately as he deepens the kiss.

Rantaro likes closing his eyes when he kisses you, syncing hisbreathing as his heart-rate steadily increases, but he’ll sometimes part hiseyes slightly to see the expression on your face. He also likes smiling intoyour kisses, so you know just how much he’s enjoying it.

But when the two of you are alone, it’s a different story. Thosequick, soft kisses become incredibly erotic and enticing. In the privacy ofyour own home, his kisses are still soft and slow but he uses much more tongueand likes to bite your lower lip teasingly between kisses.

If he can get you to whimper into his mouth, then Rantaro feelssuccessful. Upon hearing your mewls, he’ll let out a breathy chuckle and smirkwithout ever taking his lips off of yours. This boy just knows exactly how toget you weak in the knees.

Tenko Chabashira

She’s quite the nervous kisser, especially at first. She neverfully gets over it, though. Tenko is still a big awkward even after you’ve beendating for a long time, it’s just part of her mannerisms.

She is shy and doesn’t really know what to do with her hands, soshe’ll either awkwardly place them on your sides or your cheeks, or fidget withthem herself. She also likes to twirl and readjust her hair as you kiss her, itgives her something to keep her mind off of her shyness.

But Tenko loves kissing, and she becomes needy very fast. If you pullaway before she’s ready, she’ll pout and hum at the loss of feeling.

The award for the tensest kisser would definitely go to her.

She’s so worried about doing a good job that it can negativelyimpact her abilities. Tenko overthinks it a lot, worried that you won’t likeher kisses.

She also stutters a lot when you kiss her, become engulfed in thefeeling as she blushes and nervously tries to regain her composure. She trulydoes love it, though, despite it all.

You always have to make sure she is comfortable before you kissher, otherwise you run the risk of getting accidentally sucker-punched due toher reflexes. Tenko’s never actually harmed you, but you know how she gets whenshe’s on edge.

As nervous and shy as she is, though, Tenko really likes to beshowered with kisses and affection.

Granted, she’ll blush intensely and keep her eyes scrunched shutfor most of the experience, but she relaxes into your touch as you trail kissesalong her body.

She would try to do the same thing for you, but quickly gives updue to embarrassment once her lips reach your neck.

Tenko gets lost in the feeling of love and sunlight when you kissher, though. When you move away, she often has a look on her face that tellsyou just how invested she truly was. Her cheeks get flushed and her eyes arehalf-lidded with the faintest smile on her face. She looks as if she iscompletely drifting on cloud-nine.

Once she realizes that you’re staring, though, she panics andreverts back to her typical nervous and paranoid self.

On the few occasions that she has tried to take charge, Tenko hasgiven you small, wary kisses that make you think she doesn’t know what to dowith you. So, you usually have to regain the lead and guide her as she kissesyou, since she doesn’t know what to do on her own. Needless to say, Tenko isthe more submissive one in your relationship.

Kiibo

Kiibo, well, let’s just say he didn’t even fully realize whatkissing was before you came into his life.

Sure, he knew what it was and had a general idea that it was a signof affection, but he never understood it. He thought it was strange andunsanitary, chocking it up as one of the odd things that humans do that he’dnever comprehend.

However, once you two started dating, his entire demeanor changed.After feeling what true love was like for the first time, Kiibo wanted toexperience everything your relationship had to offer.

With that said, the first time you two kissed was a bit awkward.It wasn’t long into your relationship before Kiibo caught your attention andshyly averted his eyes, shielding most of his face behind his hair, as helooked to the ground and blushed profusely.

“U-Uh… (Y/N), I really want to… kiss you.” He stuttered nervously,worried that you would shoot him down; but how could you say no to such anadorable offer?

It took Kiibo a long time to finally get the hang of kissing. Buthe’s such an adorable kisser – his eyes would be shut tight and his cheekswould be puffed out as he gives you soft little pecks all over.

Often, his kisses are robotic and stiff, but that’s to beexpected. More than once, he’s asked you to teach him how to properly kiss andyou happily oblige. You have guided him through different techniques and paces,trying to find one that he likes.

But he likes all of them, and that’s the issue. He simply enjoysfeeling you melt into him. Kiibo loves to drown you in all sorts of kisses, notreally preferring one type over another.

However, he is rather fond of forehead kisses. He likes thewholesomeness and the giddy expression on your face when he does so.

Kiibo’s kisses are a tad slow, but full of love and care. He isgentle and his hands will gently brisk over your body, hardly making any realcontact. It almost tickles, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

And he won’t stop blushing the entire time your lips areconnected. When you mewl into him, or groan with pleasure, he canshort-circuit. You try to prevent him from getting too overwhelmed so that thisdoesn’t happen, but when things get intimate, he can’t always help it.

Kiibo’s lips are cold, but satisfying. They always leave youwanting more.

Miu Iruma

Oh, boy.

Let’s be honest, her kisses are everywhere and they are a lot tounpack and take in at once.

When you first started dating, she was extremely nervous to kissyou and would blush and fumble with her words whenever your faces were closetogether. Miu would never admit it, though, denying any and all accusations ofher being nervous.

But she loves kisses of all kinds. From the sweet, fast pecks, tothe nibbles on your lower lip as she begs for entrance, the sloppy tonguekisses and intense make-out sessions, to the long, romantic kisses where youjust hold one another and breathe in each other’s scent.

Miu can also change pace in an instant. She can escalate ordeescalate the way things are going with little to no warning. She’s usuallythe one to initiate the make-out sessions, prodding her tongue against yourlips as she explores your mouth, but she’s also the one to take a step back andreturn to soft, sweet kisses instead.

All in all, she’s the one who gets to pick the pace. Even if youtried, she would get bored and switch things up quickly, anyway.

She breathes very heavily whenever she kisses you and her facewill become flushed. You can often feel the heat radiating from her cheeks asshe pulls you closer.

But Miu will feverishly grab for you, wrapping her hands aroundyour collar as she roughly pulls you into a kiss. That’s exactly what a lot ofher kisses are as well - rough.

She tends to start off strong, pulling you close as she smashesand melts her lips against yours. But the second you try to take charge orgrunt against her lips, she will switch to her more submissive side.

All you have to do for Miu to give in is fight against her fordominance, and she’ll easily let you win. She will let her body weight fallonto you, either causing you to fall down with her on top of you or yousupporting her weight entirely.

Miu also growls and makes breathy sounds against your mouth. Evenwhen kissing, she is rather loud and makes plenty of noises.

She’ll also talk a big game about wanting you to kiss over herbody, challenging you in a fight for dominance, but when you actually obligeand grant her wishes, she will melt and become weak, puddy in your hands.

Kaito Momota

Kaito is the type of person who boasts about how he’s such anamazing kisser, but when it actually gets right down to it…

What do I do with my hands? Are my lips chapped? Am I moving toomuch, or too little? Wait, why am I holding my breath? And does my breath smellbad? Am I too tense? Is this okay? Does (Y/N) like this?

He’s so nervous, and his true colors come out in moments likethese.

But realistically, Kaito isn’t a bad kisser at all. He’s sofixated on pleasing you that he often overthinks it and will blame himself forbeing worse than he really is, but his kisses are sweet.

He’s just a little bit too hard on himself. It comes from a goodplace, though; he just wants to make you happy.

He does thoroughly enjoy when you sit on his lap as he kisses you,or if he can be hovering over top of you. That said, he also likes theintimate, sensual kisses that usually lead to something more.

While Kaito overthinks normal kisses and can falter during theslightest smooch, his make-out sessions are full of passion and his brainswitches off. During heated moments, he kisses you like a completely differentperson. The strings become unattached and he lets loose, roughly kissing youwith hunger.

He uses tongue, but not too much. Kaito uses just the right amountso that it’s still pleasurable for you. He does like to lick your bottom lip asyou kiss him, and the sounds you emit in return cause him to smile against yourmouth with pride.

It also makes him go weak in the knees whenever you curl into hisbody as he kisses you. He loves bring able to cradle you in his arms as hislips work against yours. He likes to feel like your protector.

His normal kisses are very firm and full of love. Kaito will alsokiss you after using his fingers to lift your chin, before sensually gazinginto your eyes with a smirk.

Kaito really likes eye-contact when you’re kissing and he insiststhat it only makes things even more personal and close.

And he adores it when you trail kisses along his body,particularly along his shoulders and arms after he finishes working out. It’shis way of unwinding and relaxing, and he would take your lips against his skinover a normal massage any day. He also makes sure to return the favor.

Angie Yonaga

Angie is quite the playful kisser. She’s also garnered a generous amount of experience before dating you, so she knows what she’s doing.

However, she isn’t the type to delve into heated make-out sessions on a whim. You have to get her worked up first before she gets to that point. Otherwise, she isn’t really invested in the kisses and will instead give you quick smooches.

All of her kisses are loving, though. She almost always smiles into your kisses, loving the feeling of your lips against her own. Angie is also the type to giggle into your kisses, pressing her body against yours as she freely wraps her arms around your neck.

She frequently talks about how divine kissing is, and how it brings people together. She’ll clasp her hands together and smile warmly as she talks about the subject, praising how wonderful your kisses are.

That’s something she does often: praise. Even while your mouth is against hers, she will continue to spoil you with words of praise and love. She makes plenty of remarks about how warm your lips feel and how comforting they are, complimenting your skills.

Angie is also a big, big fan of nose kisses and will run up to you without any warning to do so. She’ll close her eyes, smile mischievously, and rub her nose against yours without saying another word. It’s become her way of greeting you.She also likes to take you by surprise and pounce on you when you’re least expecting it. That, or she’ll wrap her arms around you from behind and hum into your skin as she pokes her head beside you, looking up at you with her big blue eyes.

Angie just wants to have fun in your relationship, and her kisses reflect that. She’s giddy and childlike, and will do things such as tracing different patterns on your skin with her lips and kisses. She also likes tracing your lips with her finger, complimenting how divine and beautiful you look.

That’s usually her indirect way of telling you she wants a kiss.

But she does make passing comments about how Atua might be watching, or may disapprove of all the direct affection. Regardless, she doesn’t seem to care and that doesn’t seem to stop her, either.

Angie isn’t afraid to tell you exactly how she feels. She will pester you for attention, poking at you until you kiss her.

She is also a fan of sneak attack kisses - running up to you, quickly pecking your lips or cheek, and running away before you can react.

Honestly, she’s a bit of a handful, but you love her either way.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

You don’t teach him how to kiss, he teaches you.

By the time you two start dating, Korekiyo has had tons of kissing experience and is a seasoned veteran. You shouldn’t be surprised, but he’s one of the best kissers you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Korekiyo will get a seductive look in his eyes as he pulls his mask down and leans forward, almost always taking the initiative first. And when the mask comes off, you know you’re in for something special.

His kisses can be all over the places. He likes switching things up, so he might peck your lips or skin at one time, and then give you butterfly kisses the next, and then pull you into a romantic, passionate make-out session before abruptly returning back to normal. You just never know with Korekiyo and he certainly keeps you on your toes.

And you should never take him too lightly – if you try taking the dominant role away from him without his consent, he’ll just take it right back and punish you for it later.

He likes being the one in charge, but will loosen up and let you take the reigns from time to time. However, nine times out of then, he’s the one leading your kisses.

Not everything is dramatic and sensual with Korekiyo, though. He enjoys the lazily kisses, and the quick, cute pecks just as much.

He likes it when you wrap your arms around his waist, and he’s more than happy to do the same to you.

Korekiyo will also go weak in the knees if you tug on his hair as you kiss him, or entwine your hands in his long locks and play with it as he cups your face.

He’s pretty vocal, so you’ll be able to tell when he likes something quite easily.

But by far, the most attractive thing you can do to him in this regard is take him by surprise and tug his mask down before smashing your lips into his. His breath will hitch in his throat and his eyes will widen, but he’s quick to regain his composure and will welcome you once he gets his bearings.

Korekiyo secretly likes it when you get needy like that, but he’ll use it for leverage to tease you later. Everything you do is like a game to him and he’s a master at spinning these things into his favor.

He’s the type to pull you into his lap and deepen the kiss. And once you’re finished, he’ll clear his throat, readjust his mask, smooth down his clothes, and act like nothing happened.

The seductive side-eyes he gives you says something else, though.

Kirumi Toujo

At first, Kirumi is a little bit embarrassed by the whole thing. She doesn’t have an issue with kissing necessarily, but she doesn’t have too much experience and she always thought it was less than professional to kiss others, especially in public.

It took her a while to open up before she got used to kissing you, but you let her take things at her own pace and didn’t rush her as she adjusted to your relationship. After all, Kirumi had never been in a serious relationship before, either.

She likes to tuck your hair behind your ear as she kisses you, and will close her eyes and cup your cheeks with her hands as she presses her lips against yours.

Kirumi’s kisses are soft, gentle, and careful. She takes her time to get used to your body and your reactions, testing the waters and carefully analyzing what you do and don’t like.

She also likes to rest her hands on the back of your neck as she kisses you.

She’ll do the thing, if she is standing upright, where she slowly raises one leg as she kisses you, standing on one foot.

Once she gets more comfortable, Kirumi opens up and starts to love kissing, though she’s hesitant to admit it.

She will give you quick smooches as she passes by you, invested in doing her work but able to turn away briefly to give you a peck on the lips in passing.

She does blush intensely whenever you kiss her by surprise. She’ll sometimes cover her mouth with her palm, her eyes widening as she touches her lips.

It’s a good way for Kirumi to de-stress and relax after a long day of work. Sometimes, she’ll just sit back and let you kiss over her body, letting you do whatever you please to her. She doesn’t really mind, and she’s learned to let loose sometimes.

Kirumi’s favorite type of kisses, though, are hand kisses. She thinks it’s very classy and will curtsy for you shall you ever take her hand like that. She’s always find some grace in this.

But in private, she isn’t afraid to get a little bit wild and sit on your lap as she cups your face and attacks your lips. As she has come out of her shell, you have also seen her become more comfortable with you and all aspects of your relationship.

Kirumi also does the European greeting where she smooches both sides of your cheeks upon greeting.

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta doesn’t have any prior kissing experience before you two started dating, so this is a new element for him.

You’re almost always the one to initiate it as well, because he’s still getting used to the concept.

The first time you asked to kiss him, he looked at you with a puzzled expression and scratched his cheek, confused. “Kissing? What’s that?” He tilted his head to the side as you clarified, telling him that he’s seen people do it in movies.

His face brightened up before he asked you to show him how to kiss. “Oh, yeah! Gonta want to learn how to be good kisser!” He exclaimed with a determined look on his face.

And after a while, he becomes quite skilled at kissing.

Due to the height difference, Gonta likes pulling you into his arms as he kisses you. That, or he’ll simply pick you up and twirl you around as he places his lips against your own. He can do this so easily, it makes you feel weightless as he kisses your lips over and over.

Sometimes, he forgets to close his eyes. You think it’s cute, though. And on the flip-side, he does enjoy seeing your expression as he presses his lips to yours; it warms his heart.

Gonta tends to ask for kisses at the worst possible times. Like, when you’re in line at the grocery store or out in an open, public space. He’ll lean forward with a bright, beaming expression and smile as he asks you for a kiss. He’s almost like a dog, so you have to politely turn him down.

But when you get home, you always make sure to shower him in all the love and affection he can handle.

Most of his kisses are long and drawn out. Gonta likes all kinds of kisses, from quick pecks to passionate, long smooches. He doesn’t usually make-out with you, though; only when he’s in a very sensual mood. It’s just not his style; he much prefers the more romantic, meaningful embraces and cherishes every moment with you.

He says his favorite kisses are butterfly kisses, even if he doesn’t fully realize what that means. He mainly likes them since ‘butterfly’ is in the name, but he genuinely does give light butterfly kisses all over when he gets the opportunity.

Whenever you kiss all over his body, Gonta will cheerfully giggle and squirm in response.

Surprisingly, he’s quite ticklish, and you think it’s charming. You could never get tired of the sound of his laughter.

Gonta has become addicted to kissing, ever since you showed him how. He’s very in-tune with your body as well, and has made a note on what you like.

He’s always especially gentle with you, never too rough because he’s afraid if hurting you. It’s almost shocking that someone so big and so strong could leave such soft, light kisses.

Tsumugi Shirogane

Tsumugi’s favorite kisses are the spontaneous ones, and her kisses are usually very light and fluttery. Her breath tends to hitch when she kisses you, a clear sign that she is nervous.

She loves all kinds of kisses, though. She loves actually kissing you, but she also really likes to leave a trail of kisses all over your skin, as well as nose kisses. Honestly, she takes any form of affection she can get.

Tsumugi is very gentle with you. Her kisses are the typical short and sweet kind. Her lips are full, so her smooches are firm and she isn’t afraid to roughly press them against yours if she wants to.

Like Angie, she’s also the type of person to pounce on you and bombard you with kisses when you least expect it. You think it’s pretty endearing and cute, but it can get aggravating when you’re trying to do work or something.

Thankfully, she has learned when to lay off of the kisses, though.

She isn’t normally the one to initiate things, but you have a good handle on knowing when she wants affection, so she doesn’t really have to ask.

Tsumugi likes taking off her glasses when the two of you kiss because it’s more comfortable for her. She also has an obscure paranoia that her glasses will fog up if things get too heated, and she would rather avoid that possibility as much as she can.

Admittedly, she was a little bit awkward at first since she had very little experience before you two stared dating, but she’s slowly come out of her shell. With that, she’s become more straightforward as well.

And honestly, Tsumugi would get excited over different kinds of kisses she’s seen in anime, manga, and movies, and she’ll desperately want to try them out with you.

Even if they’re unrealistic, you do your best to make sure fantasies come true. Every day, though, she seems to find something new. You’re starting to think it’s just her way of getting more attention out of you.

Her mouth is quite small, so she isn’t too keen on making out. She has to really be in the mood for things to escalate to that point. Tsumugi also doesn’t use a lot of tongue in her kisses.

She does, however, like leaving kisses in sensual places. Mainly your neck, ears, and hips. But overall, she’ll leave kisses just about anywhere she can get her hands, or her lips, on.

Tsumugi has desperately been trying to convince you to wear her different cosplays, so that she can feel like she is kissing and being romantic with some of her favorite characters. While you were a bit hesitant at first, you slowly obliged. The happiness and look on her face was well worth it in the end.

She also doesn’t mind PDA too much, but she draws the line at kissing. Tsumugi will mainly leave that for when you two are at home, where she feels more at ease.

Ryoma Hoshi

After everything Ryoma has been through, it took him quite some time to finally invest in your relationship. It isn’t that he never wanted to kiss you, he just never really knew how to approach the situation.

It was still fairly new to him after losing his previous partner, and he was constantly worried about getting too attached or taking things too fast in case something bad did happen.

However, it got to the point where Ryoma couldn’t hold himself back anymore and smashed his lips against yours passionately, without warning and completely out of the blue. It took you back at first, but you were relieved that he finally came around. After that, you slowly got to see his more hopeless romantic side that you didn’t know what there before.

Still, his kisses are a little bit stiff and sometimes awkward, but you won’t tell him that. You’re afraid it will revert him back into his previous shell.

Ryoma does his best, but due to his height, it’s hard for him to get a good leverage when he kisses you. For that reason, he really enjoys when you’re sitting or laying down and he’s standing; it’s his favorite position to kiss you in.

And despite the stiffness, his kisses are firm and loving. You can tell that he’s trying his best.

Sometimes, though, it feels like he has a wall up. Slowly, that wall has started to come down and he’s been more comfortable with trying new things.

But Ryoma still isn’t one for in-depth make-out sessions, though. So, don’t expect to get a lot of tongue action from him. He’s more reserved and prefers the ‘classics’ like cheek and forehead kisses instead.

And due to his height, he also tends to kiss the top of your hand a lot since it’s easy access for him. Ryoma will usually do this while you’re walking hand-in-hand, though.

Like Tsumugi, he wants to keep kissing for your home. He doesn’t like PDA and feels uncomfortable with kissing you in public, but that isn’t a big deal for you.

He also kicked his smoking habit for several reasons. He knew you were concerned about his health, which is his biggest motivating factor. But Ryoma also didn’t want to drive you away by tasting and smelling like cigarettes each time you kissed him.

For that, you are thankful.

- Mod Rantaro

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Updates and Semi-Hiatus?

Hey, friends! I know I haven’t been very active lately and I can explain why.

It’s currently Finals week for me so the last two-ish weeks have been full of preparation because I need to do well. Tomorrow (Wednesday) I take my last Final and then I’m off for the summer. However, I think I might disappear a little bit over the summer. I landed a summer internship for my Major that I wanted really bad. Between my internship, seeing my friends, family, and boyfriend who I don’t get to see often since I go to college in a different city than my hometown, and the traveling I’m going to do over summer, I’m not sure if I’ll have a lot of downtime to write. This is going to be a really busy time for me and I apologize. Trust me, I wish I could have more free-time to write but I hope you guys understand.

I’ll write when I can, but if you don’t see a lot from me for the next few months then you know why. However, I mentioned also writing for My Hero Academia as well and I have something in the works that I’m hoping to get out soon! I won’t say too much right now because I’m not sure if I’ll get around to finishing it but I plan on working on it over summer and publishing it on AO3 around September if all goes well. More updates on this to come. :)

And, finally, I think my boyfriend and I are going to get to go to a few Cons in the Eastern U.S. this year, too! I know we’re going to be attending GalaxyCon/SuperCon in Cincinnati in November for sure. I think we’re gonna try to go to Baltimore Comic Con in October and Marble City Comic Con in Tennessee in June as well. Not sure if anyone’s going to those but if you are then maybe come say hi! :)

Anyway, that’s all for now! Thank you all for supporting me and I hope you stick with me through this busy time. Much love, xox. Mod <3

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You know that thing in movies and shows or whatever where it’s raining and one person is really upset and crying and at some point their love interest just kisses them?? haha.. if it’s not weird, can I request that with hajime, amami, shuichi and kokichi? the one crying being the reader?

This is so cute! This gets alittle Angsty, but I promise it turns into Fluff. I hope you like it!

Hajime Hinata, Rantaro Amami,Saihara Shuichi & Ouma Kokichi Kissing An Upset S/O In The Rain!

Hajime Hinata

You were well-aware that Reserve Course Students get a lot of shitfrom the Ultimates, like yourself. They were seen as lesser-than, steppingstones if you will. Even the school’s staff treated them differently andReserve Course teachers and staff were viewed with a different light thanUltimate Course faculty.

The atmosphere around the Reserve Course was just… negative, forthe most part. It’s no wonder that they developed a dislike for the UltimateStudents, who often thought they were better and placed themselves onhypothetical pedestals.

You were different, though. While you are an Ultimate, you didn’t see the Reserve CourseStudents any differently. In your eyes, they were still valuable members of theHope’s Peak Academy family and the shit they got from others left a sour tastein your mouth.

Maybe you were a little bit biased since you had friends in theReserve Course; one of these friends included Hajime, whom you’ve had a crushon since the beginning of the school year. He was kind and generous, and itdidn’t matter that he was in the Reserve Course – it just made it moredifficult to see him.

And sure, some of your Classmates didn’t agree with your friendships.Everyone knew of your affiliation with the Reserves, but you tried to not batan eye at them.

At the end of the day, you strolled down to the Reserve Courseside of campus to walk home with Hajime, where you found a group of yourClassmates huddled around the entrance. Furrowing your brows, you pushed pastthe crowd to see one – a boy in your Class who was constantly talking down toothers – holding Hajime by the collar.

“You’re just in the Reserves! We don’t fuckin’ need you here! Thisis our school!” He spat in your friend’s face,causing you to wince. Raising your voice above the crowd, you caught theattention of the bully who promptly dropped Hajime to the ground with a thud.

“Oh, (Y/N). You’re a Reserve Course-sympathizer. Isn’t he your littleboyfriend?” You narrowed your eyes at the harsh words, trying to hold youremotions back. Did everyone know about your crush?

One by one, your Classmates slowly started to back off. Youwouldn’t hesitate to get security involved and they knew it. Hell, you’ve hadto get help from Juzo before because of the disturbances they caused.

But they’ve never targeted Hajime or your other friends before, sothis time didn’t sit well within you. It tugged at your heartstrings and youhad to use all of your power to hold back your tears.

Your expression gave it away - that you were upset, but you stillstood your ground. It started to rain, to make matters worse, and the weatheronly pissed you off even more because you weren’t in the mood to get drenchedtoday.

The crowd trickled down after it started raining, so you stormedoff causing the group to disperse, with the bully giving you one finaldeath-glare. The sound of footsteps behind you was drowned out by the rain. Youhad an umbrella, but in this moment, you didn’t really care.

“(Y/N), wait!” Hajime called for you but you ignored him, tooupset to look at him right now.

You couldn’t stand it, even though he wasn’t badly injured. He wasscruffy and had some scratches and messy hair, a bit of an unorganized uniform,but it was nothing major. Still, it hurt to look at him and knowing that youcouldn’t have stopped it.

The tears flowed freely down your cheeks, wetting your skin. Therain mixed in with your tears as you finally let it all out. You despised theway the Reserve Students were treated, especially your friends. It broke yourheart and made you feel powerless. Continuing to march away from Hajime, youcovered your face as you wept and stomped your foot angrily.

You finally paused and your knees buckled, but Hajime caught youbefore you could fall to the ground. Instead, you collapsed in his chest and hesupported your dead weight, hoisting you up and resting his forehead againstyour own. “It’s okay, I’m fine, see.”

His soft, reassuring smile only calmed your nerves a little bit.You were still fuming with both frustration and sadness. You could see thebruise forming around his lip as he smiled but the boy didn’t pay attention tohis wounds - he was more concerned with you right now.

He held you like that, as you cried into his chest and the raincontinued to pour above you. Both of you were soaking wet but that was theleast of your worries. Hajime hated listening to you cry, and an idea popped inhis head that may potentially get you to stop.

Lifting your chin with one finger, he closed his eyes and leanedin slowly before pressing his lips against yours.

You gasped against the kissbut fully welcomed it, letting yourself relax into his hold; and it worked, itgot you to stop sobbing. The rain trickled down your nose and dripped into hischin as your lips stuck together.

Hajime held you like that for a long while before pulling away,the blush apparent on his cheeks. You smiled and wiped your eyes with yourthumbs before shyly giggling and staring at the ground.

“I knew that would make you laugh,” he said slowly as a sheepishgrin formed on his lips, “I’ve always wanted to kiss someone in the rain.”

“Me too, and I’ve always wanted to kiss you.” The innocentflirting caused Hajime to bite his bottom lip from embarrassment, nodding inagreement and telling you he felt the same way. Then, he offered his arm to youand cocked his head to one side, gesturing for you to move.

“We should go home and get out of the rain.” He replies, and youreluctantly take his arm in return, passing him a warm smile.

Rantaro Amami

You were just having a bad day – it was one of those days where itfelt like everything was going against you and everything that could go wrong,did.

The first thing that happened was that your alarm didn’t go offand you were late to work. Then, you got stuck in traffic and nearly had arushed driver slam into the passenger side of your car.

Then, you locked your keys in your car and then you got bad newsfrom your family. What else did this day have in store for you?

The weather had been pouring rain all day as well which certainlydidn’t improve your mood and you’ve been feeling like a stressed-out emotionalwreck all weekend – this was just another Monday for you.

However, your loving boyfriend, Rantaro, did everything in hispower to help. He cooked you dinner and offered to massage your shoulders, butnothing seemed to work and you were still as stressed-out as you were thismorning. You were so over today and all you wanted to do was sleep.

As you stood to go to the bathroom, you accidentally jumped up toofast and your phone slipped out of your pocket, plummeting to the ground andshattering on impact. You stared at the brittle, broken screen for a moment andlet out a single sigh before storming out of the house.

For some reason, your fight-or-flight instincts kicked-in and toldyou to run – to get out of the house and go on a walk, even though it wasraining. You completely forgot about the weather, though, and got drenched themoment you stepped outside.

Releasing a frustrated scream, you were already soaking wet andgoing back now wouldn’t change anything, so you pressed onward.

You must not have noticed Rantaro following you until you heardhim call your name. Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed how wet he hadbecome. His baggy clothes clung to his body, revealing his collarbones andtoned chest, and he had to push his beautiful green locks out of his eyes so hecould see, but he looked like a hot mess.

“I want to be alone, go away!” You cried to him defensively inhopes that he would retreat back into your house. He didn’t listen, though;instead, Rantaro followed you closely behind and called your name.

“You’re not okay, (Y/N), so I’m making sure that you don’t gethurt or do something stupid,” he put blankly. You wondered what he meant bythat for a moment before dismissing the thought entirely.

You didn’t say a word in response and kept trudging forward, noclear destination in mind. You just wanted to get away for awhile and have sometime to breathe. If that meant wandering around aimlessly in the rain, then sobe it. Rantaro would give in eventually, wouldn’t he?

In reality, he was just trying to be a thoughtful boyfriend. Hedidn’t want you getting lost or hurt and he cared about you too much to let youwander around the streets in the rain, especially when you were upset.

“Leave me alone!” You repeated as tears finally broke and youreleased all of your emotions that have been building all day. Once you startedcrying, you couldn’t stop. It was almost like a flood-wall cracked andeverything came rushing out.

Rantaro wasn’t going to give in so easily, though. “No,” he sighs,“(Y/N), stop.” His voice was cold yet commanding, but you weren’t in the moodto listen right now. You were being stubborn, which was unusual, at leasttowards him. It’s unlike you to give him the cold shoulder like this.

You remained silent, afraid that you would start sobbinguncontrollably if you said anything. Your voice was hitching in your throatin-between cries.

Honestly, you could use some of his love and affection right now,but you were beginning to feel like you caused too much of a scene to go backright now.

All of your emotions swirled in your head and you suddenly feltawful for treating Rantaro like this. Sure, you were having a bad day, butnothing was worth getting him riled up as well. You wondered why he wouldn’tgive you any personal space, but a part of you appreciated it because it meantthat he cared about you.

Why were you even acting like this in the first place? You stoppedin your tracks and let your shoulders fall. You felt Rantaro’s strong armssnake around you, pulling you into his chest as you subconsciously turned onyour heels and lowered your head into his body, unable to look at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m just upset and I’ve had a bad day,” you hitchedin-between words, your stomach did flips which made you feel nauseous. Yourboyfriend squeezed you, nodding his head reluctantly.

“I know, I know, I’m not upset with you.” He sounded genuine butyou couldn’t believe it, not after the way you were acting. “No, you’rejust saying that. I’ve been rude all day and you shouldn’t have followed meand-”

Suddenly, you felt a pair of lips touch yours. It took you amoment to process what was happening as Rantaro’s mouth worked against yourown. The rain continued to berate you both, your bodies sticking together likeglue as he pulled you closer. His hair was sopping wet as it stuck to yourforehead, somewhat obstructing your view but that didn’t matter.

You kissed back, melting into the embrace. You felt one dropletroll down your face and onto his, the water falling from your faces landed onyour lips and made the kiss wetter than it already was.

His hands cupped your cheeks lovingly, and you didn’t even mindthat he cut you off. Once Rantaro finally pulled away, you both sighedsimultaneously as he smiled at you. “I’m not upset,” he repeats.

You smiled it him, giggling at his appearance. He looked like awet dog, but you likely didn’t look any better. He smiled at you before peckingyour lips once more, still cradling you in his arms, before offering to carryyou back to the house piggy-back style.

You obliged as Rantaro lifted you up, the rain hitting your backas he made his way towards your home. Wrapping your arms around his neck andresting your head between his shoulder-blades, you smiled to yourself - thiswas the first good thing to happen to you all day.

Saihara Shuichi

Since Saihara worked as a Detective, he was often put on edge from some of the crime scenes he has witnessed and had to endure. Sometimes, he came home and was more frustrated than usual but you were normally very understanding, unable to imagine some of the things he’s witnessed while working.

Even the sweet Saihara could have his moments where he genuinely upset you, though. As much as you loved him, he could be a pain at times. Regardless, you try to not hold it against him.

But tonight is one of those nights. He rarely talked about the things he witnesses at work or about his day because he doesn’t want to upset or traumatize you, so he spared you the gory details. You can always tell when he had a rough day at work, though, because of the way he carries himself; his body language doesn’t lie.

When he got home, he collapsed on the couch in a huff and kept his head hung low. You took the responsibility of cooking dinner for him and bringing it to him, tucking him into the couch while you’re at it, because you thought he’d appreciate it. However, once you approached him, Saihara snapped at you.

“Leave me alone, (Y/N). I’m not in the mood.” You furrowed you brows and frowned at him, setting the plate on the side of the couch as you hovered over him warily. “I was just bringing you dinner, I figured you would be hungry.”

The dark-haired man shook his head whilst refusing to look you in the eye. “No, I’m not. Leave me alone now.” His blunt responses caused you to sigh angrily before stomping back towards the Bedroom. Under his breath, you heard Saihara scoff and mutter something, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was.

His attitude sent you over the edge and that was the breaking point. “What? I’m just trying to do something nice for you!” You started to slightly raise your voice, which the Detective clearly didn’t appreciate. The conversation escalated from there and sent the two of you into a full-blown argument.

You two didn’t argue very often, but when you did, it was bad. He re-positioned himself and leaned forward, scowling at you angrily; if looks could kill then you would’ve dropped dead.

“You have no idea what kind of day I’ve had, (Y/N)!” Saihara yelled, causing you to clasp your hands together and almost laugh. “Yeah! That’s why I’m trying to do something nice for you!”

“Well,” Saihara responds bluntly, “I don’t want it!” Typically, you would give him space and realize when to back off, but all of that went out the window tonight.

But if he wanted space, then you would surely give it to him. Gathering your belongings in a rush, you stormed towards the door as your partner watched you carefully. After you’ve had enough, you marched out of the house, shooting him a dirty look in the process.

You never got up and left the house like that, and that’s how Saihara knew he fucked up. He slowly stood and followed you down the driveway, watching it pouring rain from the safety of the front door. He didn’t want you to walk around in the rain like that, so he followed closely behind, regretting getting angry at you.

All he wanted to do was apologize, but you were too far ahead and didn’t respond whenever he called for you. Instead, you kept moving forward and told yourself he’d give up eventually. You were a sobbing mess and you weren’t sure if the wetness on your face was the rain or your tears.

You also didn’t want Saihara to see you crying like this so you hung your head and tried to ignore his looming presence. This was all too-much for you to handle and your knees startled to buckle as you cried to yourself, clearly upset as the argument replayed over and over in your head.

“(Y/N), stop!” Saihara’s voice snapped you back into reality. You paused mid-step, realizing that he’s followed you all the way to the end of the street despite that it was pouring rain. You turned on your heels and defensively retorted, “Don’t tell me what to do! Leave me al-”

Before you could finish your sentence, the Detective crashed into you, his lips connecting with yours as he wrapped his arms around your frame. You almost fought back but realized that that would be futile, and instead melted into his embrace.

Saihara kissed your lips hungrily, as if he was starved. All he could think about was you as he mumbled apologies in between breaths, still never breaking the kiss. He held your body tightly as if he never wanted to let you go.

The rain caused your hair to stick together, your clothes both clinging to your bodies which would be a pain to wash later. That didn’t matter right now, though. You kissed back, matching his passion as you tangled your fingers into his hair and let your tongue dance against his lower-lip. You licked some of the diluted rain-water, wincing at the taste.

Rain trickled down your cheek and caused goosebumps to rise on your skin as you both sighed, ripping away from the kiss. Panting, you sheepishly smile at one another, a blush forming on your cheeks.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Saihara mumbled once more. Nodding, you respond, “I’m sorry for getting upset.”

He was still holding you in his arms, leaning forward to kiss you once again. This time, there wasn’t as much movement or passion - but the kiss was still filled with love as his eyes fluttered close. The rain got in your eyes which clouded your vision, but you followed his movements and reciprocated happily.

Thetwo of you stood like that, kissing in the rain until your hearts were full. What a perfect, romantic way to resolve an argument.

Ouma Kokichi

You’ve had a massive crush on Oumafor quite some time now – ever since you two met last year. You’ve kept yourfeelings to yourself, though, because he was constantly poking fun at you andyou took this as a sign that he didn’t feel the same way.

Granted, he did this with everyone, but there was just nothing special about you that would make you think otherwise - at least in your eyes.

You were already upset enough with Finals coming up quickly and the pressure ofsucceeding falling on your shoulders. It is mid-April and it has poured rainalmost every day for the last week, so the weather was certainly taking itstoll on your mood.

But you were determined to have a good day today – it was Friday and theweekend was upon you. Honestly, the refreshing break was something you needed.

Throughout the day, though, Ouma continued to push your buttons. “Wow, (Y/N), you look like Hell.” It was true, you didn’t have much time to getready this morning since your alarm didn’t go off. Rolling your eyes, youpushed your feelings away and tried to ignore him but the thought of themischievous boy kept invading your mind, distracting you from the lecture.

And today, Ouma was really getting on your last nerve. He kept making passing comments about your appearance or the way you kept staring at him. Everything he said got under your skin and made you wonder why you had feelings for him in the first place. He wasn’t this crude to you when you first met, but he’s only gotten worse, especially towards you.

Ouma wasn’t the nicest person, but your crush was far too intense for you to simply wave it away. It drove you mad, especially on days like today.

Maybe he caught you in a bad mood, but you snapped and stormed off as soon as the bell rang. All you wanted to do was get away from him before you confessed your feelings or snapped at him, having to bite your tongue so you didn’t spill your heart out.

You heard a soft patter of footsteps behind you, followed by Ouma’s voice. Youhuffed angrily, feeling the tears forming on your lash-line. He called afteryou but you paid no mind, rather upset with him although you didn’t want him tosee the effects he had on you.

“(Y/N)! Will you wait up?!” Ouma’s voice sounded dire and frantic, though youassumed this was your feelings playing tricks on you – it’s not like heactually cared about you.

As your feet hit the pavement outside, you realized that it was raining.Sighing, you nearly broke down then and there because today was supposed to bethe only nice day out of the entire week so you didn’t bring an umbrella to school with you.

It didn’t matter – you just wanted to get home right now. Your feelings for Ouma had been driving you up a wall all day and he seemed to be everywhere you went today; you couldn’t get away from him. His voice stillcalled for you and you pushed back, glaring over your shoulder as you continue tomarch forward. “Are you going to follow me home, Kokichi?!” Your voice wasfurious and intense, getting your point across.

As you glanced over your shoulder, you noticed that he didn’t have an umbrella,either. His hair stuck to his forehead and his white clothes were somewhattransparent, though you couldn’t make out his pale body underneath. Youdiminished the blush before it could become too obvious and turned away, puffing out your cheeks.

“If I have to!” He responds. This sent you over your edge as tears fell fromfrustration, wetting your face and mixing with the rain droplets.

The rain had you absolutely drenched and caused your hair to stick to your face. You could hardly see, but you knew this route by heart. You were clearly upset, fed up by Ouma’s teasing and the bad day you were already having.

Then, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and twirl you around. “Will youstop and listen to me?” He cried, though you fought against his restraint. Asyou lashed against him, he sighed and then used two fingers to hold your facestill.

And suddenly, Ouma crashed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened and you weren’t able to smother the blush that appeared on your cheeks. Reluctantly, you kissed back as the rain trickled down your skin and soaked both of your faces.

He held you gently, his hands rising to find your face and held the back of your head and neck lovingly. This was a surprising gesture coming from the boy who made it his goal to torment you daily. With that thought, then… why was he kissing you now? Was this a prank?

But your body was frozen - cold from the rain water and still in shock from the romantic gesture. You gasped for air when Ouma pulled away, a very obvious blush forming on his cheeks.

“Sorry, agh,” he muttered, “I didn’t know how else to get you to stop. It’s just that… I know I tease you a lot and I was being an asshole today. It’s just because… I like you, (Y/N). I’m sorry if that was too forward.”

You’ve never seen Ouma be so sincere, and you blinked from both the confusion and rain water clouding your vision. You each looked like messes - drenched and sopping wet, trembling from the cold. He sheepishly smiled and all you could do was nod your head, finally confessing your feelings.

Ouma’s eyebrows jumped, not expecting his crush to be mutual. Then, he took a prideful step forward and reconnected your lips once more. This time, the kiss was more passionate and confident. You tasted the rain water on his lips as droplets rolled down your face, dripping off the tip of your nose and your chin, making your hair stick to your skin flatly.

You never expected to kiss Ouma Kokichi - nevertheless have your first kiss in the middle of the pouring rain. Regardless, this shifted your mood drastically and… maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

- Mod Rantaro

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #super dangan ronpa 2 #Super Danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #sdr2 imagines #Hajime Hinata #ndrv3 #ndrv3 imagines #killing harmony #shuichi saihara #saihara shuuichi #rantaro amami #amami rantarou #ouma kokichi #oma kokichi #kokichi ouma

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Nose Boops! - Nagito Komaeda x Reader

This started as a Drabble, but here we are. I’ve been absent a lot because I’ve been preparing for Finals, which are next week, but I wanted to write something for his birthday. This is just pure Fluff, and a little OOC for Komaeda but I hope you guys like it, anyway!

It was just a little tap, barely even a touch. It was still enough to make the pale-haired boy jump as your fingers brisked over the tip of his nose. It caused him to blink, eyes widened as he snapped out of the dreamy state he was lost in.

Nagito’s mind was blank and all he could do was stare at you as you giggled and turned on your heels, skipping back towards your seat. You were thoroughly pleased with yourself for having caught the normally calm-tempered boy off-guard once again.

How was he supposed to tell you that he was only in the trance-like state because he was thinking of you? Because his thoughts were clouded with your smiling face?

Maybe Nagito should have expected it by now. Something about you made him feel vulnerable, leaving him completely open to your surprise nose-taps. He wasn’t sure when you took up the infatuation with booping his nose whenever you saw him, but he certainly isn’t complaining.

And every time, without fail, Nagito’s heart picked up its normally steady pace.

Now, if it had been anyone else, he would have disregarded it. He likely wouldn’t have reacted but for some reason, the gentle press of your finger against his nose always made a smile appear on his lips; the contact both startled him and made him blush imperceptibly.

Biting his lip, Nagito leaned back coolly in his chair, rubbing his reddening cheeks. He tried to dispel the lingering, pesky blush before anyone noticed it. The likes of Kazuichi, Teruteru, Akane or even Fuyuhiko would never let him live it down if they caught his blush, after all.

Inside, he felt like he was going to implode. His heart fluttered and his stomach flipped over, or at least that’s what it felt like. You successfully made a mess of his heart and his mind. Nagito has had feelings for other people before, but never have they been so strong.

‘Why?’ He thought to himself, not hearing Kazuichi calling his name. ‘Why does this always happen? Why does (Y/N) have this effect on me?’

“Komaeda!” Blinking, he quickly snapped out of his thoughts. He glanced up, a deer-in-the-headlights expression on his face. The pink-haired Mechanic made his way over to the other boy, wearing an amused expression.

“Huh? Oh, Souda. Sorry, I was…” Nagito trailed off, his stomach churning upon noticing his expression. He had to know something was up and how was he supposed to explain that he’d been thinking of you?

“Are you blushing?” The corners of Kazuichi’s lips turned upwards into a smirk. The other boy froze, mentally cursing himself as he realized his blush must have not fully subsided yet.

“No-”

“You totally are!” The excited boy pointed, a bewildered expression taking over his eyes as he glanced around the Classroom to see if anyone else had noticed. He didn’t even pay attention to Nagito’s weak attempt at hiding it, thrilled to bits at the thought of the Nagito Komaeda blushing.

“I’m no-” Before he could finish his sentence, the other boy cut him off again. Holding his hands up defensively, letting his eyes flutter close as he turned on his heels and propped himself up on Nagito’s desk, he pressed on. “It isn’t because of Miss Sonia, is it?”

This caused Nagito to furrow his brows, stunned at the accusation. “Uh, no.” He responds bluntly, a scoff nearly escaping his throat.

Kazuichi raised a brow as the Lucky Student fell into his trap. “Aha! So it is about someone… let me guess, it’s (Y/N), right?”

‘Shit, how did he know?’ Nagito turned and looked away uncomfortably, silently. He was unable to muster a reply as his intense blush returned. This satisfied the Mechanic’s curiosity. “Ooh! So I was right!”

Keeping his eyes on the floor, the embarrassed boy continued. “How did you know?” Nagito asked bitterly, refusing to look the other in the eye. It’s not like they talk, he was genuinely curious as to how he figured it out.

“Well, it’s obvious. You always have this dreamy look when they boop your nose,” he paused, a mischievous grin reappearing. “And, I know a man in love when I see one!” He clasped his hands together and fondly glanced over at the woman he fancied – Sonia Nevermind, sitting peacefully at her desk as the other girls surrounded her.

All Nagito could do was frown, running his hands through his hair. Why did a simple touch turn him into a bumbling mess? And could everyone tell that he liked you? God, a part of him hoped not. He was typically unafraid of confessing his feelings but… with you, all of that went out the window.

He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to tell you that he liked you – it made him wonder if, the reason why you tapped his nose all the time is that you liked him back? He couldn’t restrain the little flutter in his heart at the thought of his feelings being reciprocated. What would a relationship with you be like?

He felt his blush deepen before realizing that this pest was still perched happily on his desk. He and Kazuichi weren’t even friends, really – hardly even acquaintances. Sure, they were friendly, but they were Classmates after all.

He'd almost forgotten he was there before the Mechanic piped up again. “So, are you going to make the first move?”

Nagito’s face contorted, twisting into a sickening expression. This was too much, and all he could do was shake his head. ‘Should I do something?’ He asked himself. Doing nothing would result in nothing, and maybe his Good Luck cycle would kick-in and be on his side, or… maybe his Bad Luck would make a complete fool out of him in front of you; but having you to call his own was the greatest feeling in the world and all Nagito could do was hold onto the hope that this wasn’t all a waste. Still, he didn’t know the first thing about confessing his feelings.

He wasn’t the type to do so after all. He normally smothered his crushes until they disappeared and shoved the thoughts away. But nothing could ever rid his thoughts of you, no matter how hard he tried.

Pausing, Nagito was about to stand and walk off but something held him back. He wondered if he could ask Kazuichi for help, but then again… he’s been chasing after the same girl all year and to no avail so maybe he wouldn’t be the best wing-man.

He ran his slender fingers through his fluffy hair, exhaling slowly. He ignored the Mechanic’s calls as he started walking off, becoming entrapped in his thoughts once more. He closed his eyes, content and blissfully unaware of the soft footsteps approaching him. This was something he needed to figure out on his own.

‘Maybe I should-’ Boop! Before Nagito could form a cohesive thought, the familiar touch he knew so well returned. His eyes shot open and he jumped, tensing from surprise. His jaw dropped slightly as you giggled again, your eyes sparkling with amusement as your finger left his nose.

“Got you again, Komaeda!” You winked, but he barely heard you over the loud thumping of his heart pounding in his ears. And suddenly, as if his Bad Luck knew exactly when to strike, his nose twitched.

Achoo! Your eyes shifted from childlike amusement to wonder and shock. The adoring smile quickly reappeared on your face as you covered your mouth with one hand. “Cute,” you muttered. Nagito thought he had been hearing things, his mind conjuring up the compliment.

Then, your hands flew up to cup the sides of his face. “Komaeda, that was the cutest sneeze I’ve ever heard!” Whatever you said, he didn’t listen. He was too captivated by your giddiness to process what was said, or to even be embarrassed.

Subconsciously, Nagito’s hand raised to cup one of your cheeks, softly brushing his thumb over your smooth skin. His hands were warmed by the feeling of your blush against his palms. As he made the romantic gesture, your laughter ceased and was replaced by a gasp.

“Ko-Komaeda?” You stuttered. The Lucky boy took one step closer to you, cautiously watching your chest rise as you held your breath anxiously, anticipating what his next move would be.

Was he hallucinating your blush? Your bodies were almost pressed against one another, only a small gap between you two; your eyes were half-lidded as he leaned his face closer to yours.

“Boop.”

Your eyes widened as the tip of his nose touched yours and he held it momentarily. He quickly stepped back again, removing his hand from your face as his lips quirked up in a smug smirk. “Got you, (Y/N).”

He watched carefully as your lips parted slightly, then closed and followed a hard swallow. A fierce blush overcame your face and neck. Nagito then swiftly brushed past you, turning red as the realization of what he had just done settled in. Even so, he smiled to himself, feeling proud of the accomplishment.

Yeah, he was going to tell you he had a crush on you...

Meanwhile, your legs nearly caved beneath you. Both hands shot up to your face, covering your mouth and cheeks as you felt how hot you have become. One hand fell to your chest, feeling your quickening heart rate increasing rapidly.

What just happened was the last thing you would have expected from Nagito – he was typically so shy around you, it was endearing. His normal demeanor dissipated whenever you were around. That’s why you loved teasing him so much; you couldn’t help that you had developed feelings.

If your heart didn’t belong to him already, then it definitely did now.

- Mod Rantaro

#danganronpa #super dangan ronpa 2 #Super Danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #sdr2 imagines #danganronpa imagines #Nagito Komaeda

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imaginedanganronpa · 5 years

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Can you please do the fans service scene with V3 boys and Reader, Kaede and Himiko, except the boys are understandably upset with the girls waking on them, but immediately understand when they heard Kokichi?

This Request is referencing THIS post of mine! That version is more of a fan-service scene, though! I hope you like this! It was fun to go back and rewrite one of my old posts, but I didn’t include the events leading up to the girls getting locked in the Bathhouse since I figured they would stay the same!

Fem!Reader, Kaede Akamatsu & Himiko Yumeno Get Tricked Into the Boys’ Bathhouse by Ouma Kokichi!

Oumahad just locked the three of you in the bathhouse, where all of your male classmates were in the middle of bathing. Kaede’s face turned bright red as hereyes darted around the room in search for an exit, trying not to stare at anyof her classmates.

You watched in horror as Ouma ripped the towel from his waist and smirked atyou, exclaiming that you should just, “Enjoy the show!”

Kaede was understandably embarrassed whilst Himiko was stuck in a trance-likestate. All you wanted to do in this moment was get the Hell out of here, andyou were the only one out of your group who didn’t seem frozen in place byeither shock or… lust.

This was a breach of privacy! This is more than just some prank and clearlyOuma couldn’t get that through his head. You wondered if he had even told theother boys what he was scheming before locking three girls in their bathhouse,but you had a sneaking suspicion that you already knew that answer.

“What the Hell do you think makes this okay?” You shout at Ouma, but he gaveyou a cold shoulder and seemed to ignore your presence. Raising your voice seemedto finally catch the men’s attention in the steamy room. The first person torespond was Gonta, who immediately used his hands to cover his… lower parts andlet out a loud scream in retaliation.

“What you doing here! This isn’t ladies’ room!” His face twisted into purehorror as the large man slinked away shyly, trying to conceal himself. Aroundthat time, Kaito grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself before marchingright up to the three of you and getting in your face, not in a hostile way butstill demanding.

“Hey, get out of here! You shouldn’t be here!” He pointed towards the door.When he got close, you could see how red his face had become, likely fromembarrassment. You wouldn’t be surprised if you looked the same way, wishingfor nothing more but to disappear right now.

“I’m tryi-” Before you could say anything, Ouma cut you off by snickering, causing your thoughts to halt.

Kiibo was stood awkwardly in the corner, away from the water and closer to thelockers. He sat on a bench, and was the only one who wasn’t frothing with embarrassmentright now because he can’t bathe nor can he change – he looked the same as healways did since, technically, Robots can’t get ‘naked’ and Kiibo doesn’t wear‘clothes’.

So, he piped up timidly, seconding Kaito’s words and asking you three to leavein a much more polite way than the Astronaut did. You wondered what Kiibo was evendoing here if he couldn’t participate or bathe, but maybe Ouma locked him in here, too –you had no clue.

Korekiyo was resting on a bench near Kiibo, covering himself. He was probablythe most confident man here since ‘The human body was beautiful’ and he wasn’tas ashamed or quick to hide himself. Regardless, he shielded himself out ofrespect for you three.

“What are you doing here, anyway? How did you get in here?” He was calm, his voice wavered slightly. He probably wasn’t used to three girls walking in on him, even if he is the calmest one in the group right now.

Things started escalating as all eyes were drawn to you and all of the boys weregrowing more and more upset. Ryoma sneaked along the walls until he reached asmall hot tub, where he sunk in until only his eyes and the top of his headpoked out, bubbles rising from his exhaling.

Also sitting along the edge of the bath were Saihara and Rantaro – both of whomwere awkwardly trying to conceal themselves. Saihara was feeling incrediblyembarrassed, his face burning hot, while Rantaro frowned and avoided looking at you three. He didn’t want to give the wrong impression because he certainly wasn’t enjoying this.

In fact, none of the boys were; they felt as uncomfortable as you did. By now, both Kaede and Himiko had awoken from the initial shock and started to panic, frantically trying to find a way out. Kaede was worried that your classmates would be angry with you…

Then, Ouma couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer. Suddenly, all the attention shifted from the three women to the short, purple-haired man who was currently doubled over a bench, holding his stomach from laughter.

“Your faces! All of you! God, I knew this would be gold.”

At that moment, the other boys knew that you three had no malicious intentions and directed their anger towards Ouma. Saihara and Rantaro were the first two to say anything.

“Why the Hell would you do that, Kokichi?!” Rantaro pressed angrily, and Saihara followed closely behind. “Everyone is uncomfortable, including the girls! What makes you think that’s okay?!”

They couldn’t put this past him and no one was very surprised that this was his doing. The boys felt remorseful and regretted getting upset with you three since this was definitely not your fault, and now the tension was placed on the pesky Supreme Leader to blame.

Kaito turned on his heels and marched up to Ouma. He leaned down, and if Ouma had been wearing a shirt then the Astronaut likely would have yanked him up by his collar. Instead, he got in his face and placed a firm hand on his shoulders.

“Are you fuckin’ okay in the head? This isn’t funny!” Kaede rushed to his side to restrain Kaito before he got the chance to swing at the smaller man. The rest of the boys followed behind, berating Ouma as he bit his lip and realized that he stepped over a massive boundary.

Regardless, the short man didn’t look regretful at all. He was still stifling a laugh, likely amused by this entire situation.

Then, Saihara and Rantaro swung their legs over the side of the hot tub and double checked that their towels covered themselves. The two boys made their way over, calmer than the rest of the group who were still far too focused on Ouma to say anything, and slowly lead you towards the door.

Saihara walked on the side closest to Kaede, placing his hand on the small of her back as he guided her. Rantaro was beside you and Himiko was in the middle. The green-haired boy scratched his head uncomfortably, a blush still present on his face.

“I’m sorry for… that. I know it isn’t your fault, but… still.” Saihara wasn’t entirely sure what to say, his gaze still couldn’t look at you directly. Kaede sighed, shaking her head and insisting that all was well. She was just as embarrassed as they were, her face was as pink as her sweater.

“I knew something was up with Kokichi but I can’t believe we fell for that,” you muttered, crossing your arms defensively. The two boys lead you out of the door, leaving a trail of water behind them as their wet feet touched the ground. Their hair was still dripping and they were both practically nude, but after all of that commotion it didn’t seem too odd.

“Yeah, we’re sorry about all this,” Rantaro added. Once the three of you were out of the door, they gently shut it as they bid you farewell, waving as they did so. Rantaro added, “Don’t worry, we’ll handle Kokichi,” with a smirk before they disappeared into the bathhouse once more.

“What do you think they’ll do to him?” Himiko asked, a small dribble of drool still hanging from her lips. The redhead looked dazed and in love which caused you to roll your eyes.

All you could say bluntly in return was, “Don’t know, don’t care,” before trying to shove this thought out of your memory.

- Mod Rantaro

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #ndrv3 imagines #killing harmony #kaede akamatsu #himiko yumeno #shuichi saihara #saihara shuuichi #kokichi ouma #ouma kokichi #rantaro amami #amami rantarou #kiibo #kaito momota #korekiyo shinguuji #gonta gokuhara #ryoma hoshi

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imaginedanganronpa · 5 years

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aaaaaaaaa I hope I'm not too late! Can I request cuddling headcanons for Makoto?

You’re fine! I’m glad this sweet boy is getting more love. I hope you like it!

Cuddling Headcanons with Makoto Naegi!

Makoto loves cuddling: he absolutely adores it.

At first,his cuddles were predominantly timorous and awkward. He was ratherinexperienced and his knowledge of cuddling was limited since he wasn’t used tobeing touched in a romantic way before meeting you. This boy was more bashful than anything and unsure of how to ask to cuddle at first, a blush appeared on his face when you initiated the act.

Makoto took his time in figuring out where to place his hands on your body. Youhad to lead the way at first in an attempt to relax his nervous tensions,placing his hands on your sides and letting him be the big spoon so he could settle in and get a feel for things.

You two eventuallybranched out to other cuddling positions after he got more comfortable with you.

Now, he doesn’t mind being the big or little spoon, or if you two face eachother – he isn’t very picky, he simply enjoys feeling your body pressedagainst his in the most innocent way imaginable.

Makoto’s cuddling is all arms and legs. It can be a bit awkward at times, evenafter dating for a long while, but being able to fully melt into one another iscomforting. Sometimes, the two of you will lay sprawled out and sleep like that,especially after a long day.

But in general, your limbs are tangled together in all kinds of directions. Your arms loosely linked, your legs a mess on top of one another. Regardless, the two of you will be pressed close and your boyfriend likes to hold you, even if it isn’t very tightly. He just likes touching you and knowing that you’re there.

He feels a sense of peace and home when holding you. He’s become especiallyfond of being the dominant one when cuddling. Makoto likes entrapping hisfingers in your hair and playing with it while you cuddle, doing this almostmindlessly to the point where he doesn’t always notice.

He also has a bad habit of humming when you cuddle. You usually don’t mind, his voice can lull you to sleep. You simply find it cute and quirky.

Makoto is much less shy now. He isn’t afraid to outright ask for cuddlesanymore, sometimes needing them. When he’s feeling more touch-starved thanusual, he’ll whine for cuddles like a little kid – those are the occasions wherehe lets you take the reigns and be the big spoon, the times where all he wants is to be held and cradled.

When you’re the one cuddling him, Makoto likes for you to cup his head in your hands. He’ll also hold your free hand in his, keeping your grasp close to his chest as he presses loving kisses into the top of your hand as you hold him close.

His favorite way to cuddle now, though, is to have your head on his chest. Healso loves resting his head on yours and listening to your heartbeat. He findsit soothing and it could make him fall asleep.

But Makoto also likes the view when he looks down and sees your arms loosely hugging his side or his chest, gripping his shirt, and having your head against his body. He’ll wrap one arm around your shoulders and smile, a sense of dominance and a power kick wafting through his body. It’s more innocent than that, though; he just likes taking charge sometimes and having you nuzzled into his chest accomplished that perfectly.

Makoto likes tracing patterns into your skin with his fingertips as he cuddles you, especially when he’s the big spoon. Or, if you’re laying on top of him, he’ll draw blind patterns onto the small of your back as he presses his lips against yours happily.

When he’s the big spoon, he likes burying his face into your skin, closinghis eyes and breathing in your scent. You always know when he wants cuddles, too, because he gives you a certain look and a bit of a pout.

While you do loosely tangle into each other, Makoto does loves getting as close as possible. Closing the gap between your bodies and romantically or passionately holding one another is common between the two of you. The desperate grasp of having you as close as physically possible fills him with a sense of love and lust.

He does his best to not fall asleep when you two are cuddling but sometimes he can’t help it. He feels so comfortable around you that it sometimes sneaks up on him. But Makoto’s wild, messy hair when he falls asleep, and the raspy voice when he first wakes up, or the half-asleep dazed eyes he gives you and giddy grin to match all melt your heart.

You two can’t go a full day without cuddling. He can’t imagine falling asleep without it, you’ve become so used to each other that it’s like second nature. You’re never too far from one another’s sides and you crave the feeling of falling asleep in each others arms.

It’s the perfect thing to wake up to, and best way to end all of your days.

Makoto will squeeze you with both arms like a little kid when he’s feeling extra flirty, smiling brightly as he does so. He can be a little bit too rough sometimes, but that isn’t intentional. He’s just always really excited to clamber into bed with you and cuddle as you talk about your days and give one another endless amounts of kisses.

And as he’s falling asleep, Makoto will mumble into your skin that he loves you so, so much. He wouldn’t trade these moments with you for the world.

- Mod Rantaro

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Shuichi, kokichi, ryoma, celeste, and miu w/ a fem!crush leaving them a rose and anonymous confession? Its your choice if they catch her or not!!

Okay, so I completely misreadRyoma as ‘Rantaro’ at first and I didn’t realize it until I had alreadywritten Rantaro’s section. I don’t want my work, effort, or time to go to wasteso I decided to include him as a bonus and I hope that’s okay! My fellowRantaro-stans should appreciate it, lol. My bad!And, I decided to have them catch the S/O for some good old, sweet fluff.Enjoy! :)

Saihara Shuichi, Ouma Kokichi,Ryoma Hoshi, Celestia Ludenberg and Miu Iruma + Rantaro Amami with a Fem!CrushWho Leaves Them a Rose & Anonymous Confession!

Saihara Shuichi

You’ve had feelings for Saihara for quite some time now and alwayswanted to eventually confess, but something always held you back – somethingyou just can’t quite put your finger on.

It drove you absolutely mad and since you always chickened out,you decided to write him an anonymous letter instead.

You thought it would be the best way to bring up your feelings. Ifhe rejected the confession then at least he didn’t have to know it was you.

All of your closest friends supported the idea and that evening,you poured your heart over the pages in your notebook.

Tearing them out andthinking they weren’t good enough, you accumulated paper-balls until youeventually decided on a short and sweet note… straight to the point.

The following morning, you placed it on his desk whilst makingsure you were the first one to enter the Classroom. You left quickly afterwardssince it would be obvious who wrote it if you were the only one in the room.

You returned to the Classroom right before the bell, trying to actas unfazed as possible since there was a crowd around his desk now.

Saihara walked in after you; he looked a bit surprised, his eyesimmediately drawn to the vibrant red rose petals and the growing crowd. The enclosed letter sat inthe center of his desk. When he walked in, all eyes were drawn to him. Admittedly, Saihara was a little bit embarrassed. He didn’t likeall the attention placed on him, especially when some of his classmates –mainly Kokichi – started to tease him about it.

Silently, the Detective tore open the letter and pulled thenotebook paper out of it. “I’ve had feelings for you fora long time now, but I’ve been too afraid to ever say anything. This is myconfession… Shuichi.” It was signed with a heart and since hisname was included, he knew that this was no mistake – it was definitely meantfor him.

Saihara was stunned, completely taken aback. His face turned redas classmates tried peering over his shoulder and he quickly pushed the letterinto his backpack as his eyes darted around the room. He wondered who wrote itand if it was another one of Kokichi’s sinister pranks.

Regardless, he kept it close to his heart. Saihara read it overand over again, dragging his finger across the delicate words.

Something stirred within him and he needed to know who wrote it.Maybe there was a certain thrill in the fact that anyone could have written it, and Saihara didn’tnormally get love confessions like this. He wasn’t the first pick or the personthat others typically fawned over so the fact that someone went to theselengths for him sent his heart aghast.

So, he put his keen intuition and Detective skills to the test. Heanalyzed the handwriting, tried talking to his classmates, and even analyzedtheir reactions. But still, he fell short over and over again.

He sat next to you and sighed, feeling discouraged that he maynever know who his anonymous admirer was. You almost asked what was wrong,desperate to know how he felt about the letter. When he glanced over, henoticed you scribbling in the corner of your notebook.

Saihara glanced over at your handwriting, completelyunintentionally; that just happened to be where his gaze landed. He pulled outthe letter and his heart jumped into his throat. He never even consideredthat you would have written this! His friend… hiscrush. The handwriting was a perfect match, though, even the way you doodledyour hearts was the same…

You noticed his expression but didn’t think much of it; you didn’trealize that he had connected the dots at first. Now, you were both shy kidstoo afraid to make the first move, dancing around your feelings for the other.

He decided to be kind and courteous, not wanting to freak you outsince, if you were confident in your feelings then you wouldn’t have written itanonymously. So, he asked you to talk to him after Class and made up an excuse,saying he had a question about a previous assignment.

When you followed Saihara out of the Classroom, though, you frozein place after he pulled out the familiar letter. His hands were trembling abit as he meekly asked, “I hope I don’t sound stupid, I don’t want to be tooforward, but… did you write this (Y/N)?”

Your reaction must have given you away because his cheeks soonformed a deep red color. Saihara began stuttering as he fumbled with theletter. “I-I liked it! I… actually, feel the same way… if it’s yoursof course!”

He quickly bit his tongue, whilst you were dead silent. He feltthe same way? Your heart couldn’t handle it.

The way he looked right now was precious, and so handsome. All youwanted to do was cup his face in your hands and press your lips against his;but all you could muster was a wordless smile and a frantic nod.

Saihara burst into a wide smile, reciprocating your reaction.Scratching the back of his head, his blush intensified. “I’ve liked youfor awhile, I just never thought someone like you would feel the same way…”

A part of you still couldn’t believe it but you were thankful. Saihara slowly took your hand into his and raised it to his lips, eyeing you nervously. “Would you maybe want to… go out and do something sometime?” Your smile gave him all the reassurance that he needed.

Ouma Kokichi

While you’ve had feelings for Ouma for a very long time now,you’ve always been far too afraid to actually admit it since… let’s be honest,telling him runs the risk of either being teased relentlessly or him notbelieving you, both of which would break your heart.

You’ve gone to your friends more than once about how to bring thesubject up, and your best friend was the one to throw in the suggestion towrite an anonymous confession. Honestly, the idea was exciting and you wouldlove if someone were to do the same for you.

However, as you wrote it your courage started to disappear. Youworried that it would be too cliche or that he wouldn’t take it seriously.

After staring at your note for several minutes, you took in a deepbreath and tucked it into an envelope. You really had nothing left to lose.Granted, the rose was an extra touch that may have been a little… much, butyou wanted him to know that this wasn’t a joke.

The next morning, you slipped the letter into his locker and tapedthe single red rose onto the outside while no one was looking, and then quicklydarted away. You kept a safe distance in case Ouma suddenly appeared since youwanted to see his reaction. That’s how you would determine if you would finallyconfess in person or not.

Eventually, the short man walked towards his locker and hesitatedwhen he saw the rose taped to the outside. Tilting his head to one side, hecautiously removed it while glancing around to make sure no one was watching.

Ouma was worried that this may be a prank at first, someonegetting their revenge. The cherry on top was when he opened it and your lettercame tumbling out.

He knelt down and picked it up, slowly creasing it and pulling outthe small card. He wasn’t sure if this was real or not and almost threw theletter away, but decided to humor himself and see what whomever had to say.

“Kokichi – I’ve had feelings for you for a long, long time. I’vebeen scared to tell you, though… I’m being serious and I hope you… like me,too?”

A scoff escaped his throat and a smirk appeared on his lips. “Veryfunny, but there’s no fuckin’ way!” He said a bit loudly, causing your heart todrop. You knew he wouldn’t believe itbut at least it was anonymous so you didn’t totally make a fool out ofyourself.

But the persona that Ouma put on was only on act because on theinside, his heart was fluttering. You couldn’t see it from here, but his handstrembled with excitement. He struggled to hold back the smile forming on his lips.Someone actually liked him? God, he hoped that this wasn’t a sick prank.

You felt somewhat discouraged and trudged away silently. What youdidn’t see was Ouma clutching the letter close to his chest and breathing inthe sweet scent of the rose you left behind.

Secretly, he kept the two items. He put the rose in a vase when hegot home and spent hours staring at the letter, trying to figure out if it wasreal or not. He did have a crush on a certain girl, but there’s no way sheliked him back, right?

He became somewhat obsessed with finding out who wrote the letter.He had high hopes, but for all he knew it wasn’t even real, or it was somerandom person he couldn’t care less about. Still, the confession caused him toblush, though he would never admit how it truly made him feel.

Ouma was cunning and started asking around, mainly those in yourClass, if they had any clue who wrote it. Of course, you tried to act ascomposed as possible so he wouldn’t figure you out. You weren’t prepared forthat ridicule…

As you were walking out of your Class, your small journal slippedout of your half-open backpack. When it hit the ground, it bounced and openedslightly; Ouma was behind you. He gave you less Hell than most otherpeople, so out of kindness he leaned down and picked it up.

But this was the journal you drafted the note in, and a series ofall-too familiar words were scribbled all over the pages. To make mattersworse, his name inside of some hearts were also doodled in the corner.

A blush immediately appeared on his face. Oh, this is just yourluck.

You embarrassingly snatched the journal from his hands and startedspeed-walking towards the exit, but Ouma cut you off. He called for you andstepped in front of you, blocking your escape into the Hallway.

“Wait, you wrote that?” His voice was trembling. You of allpeople? He just couldn’t believe it, he had to be dreaming.

Your silence gave him the answer he was looking for and a smilespread across his lips. Without looking at him, you muttered, “Don’t makefun of me, please. Just forget about it.”

“Forget?! How could I forget?” Ouma almost laughed, “that wasthe sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me!”

You perked up, hoping that this wasn’t a prank. But he lookedgenuine, like a kid in a candy store. His eyes were bright and nearlysparkled. “To be honest, I’ve liked you for a long time, too…”

Your breath caught in your throat and you weren’t sure if you had heard him right. His expression was different, not like his usual self. Ouma looked nervous and giddy, a blush coloring his cheeks.

“You aren’t joking, right?” Your voice wobbled and his confident smirk reappeared as he lifted his pinky to you. “I promise, I wouldn’t joke about that. I feel the same way.”

Ryoma Hoshi

Your feelings for Ryoma were very gradual and slow-moving. He wasjust a friend at first, but you soon found yourself thinking about him a lot;more often than you probably should. He filled all of your thoughts and yourealized the truth – how you’ve fallen for him.

But Ryoma was quick to dismiss any and all romantic feelings. Hedidn’t normally believe people were being honest with him when they confessedtheir romantic feelings and said how he wasn’t sure if he wanted a relationship rightnow. You weren’t very surprised, considering how his last relationship ended…

But the thoughts had been driving you mad and you’ve been itchingto confess for quite some time now. Although you knew you would likely berejected, you couldn’t hold them back any longer.

You decided the best way to do it was confessing yourfeelings through an anonymous note – that way, it would prevent an embarrassingrejection and you wouldn’t potentially risk your friendship if things wentSouth.

The rose was a secondary thought and you almost didn’t go throughwith it, afraid that it would be too much. He wasn’t the most romantic personso you thought that it would be a step over his boundaries. But, you wereanonymous so… screw it.

Ryoma was pretty open with you so he told you his lockercombination. In hindsight, this is probably what gave you away since you wereone of the few people he was this close to, and even fewer knew hiscombination… not the smartest move on your part.

After closing the door and leaving your things behind, though, yourealized that it was far too late to go back. You lingered around the area andwaited for Ryoma to approach. He noticed you as he got closer so you had toplay it off, smiling innocently as he waved you over.

Then, he nonchalantly opened the locker and when the door swungopen, his face shifted into something more… shocked and confused.

“What’s this?” He wasn’t sure how to respond, his mouth turningdry. He held the rose in his hands for a moment before retrieving the letterand staring at it. “I hope this isn’t too blunt,but I’ve had a crush on you for a long time, Ryoma. I know you aren’tthe ‘relationship’ type, I just needed to tell you before I went crazy.”

He was pretty shocked at first, his eyes widening. He then turnedto you to see if you had the same reaction and you played it off the best youcould. “Wow, that’s… nice,” you sheepishly smile, unsure of what to say that would sound convincing.

Furrowing his brows, he nods. “I guess so. There’s no name,though… I don’t know who did this.”

Trying to go along with it without giving yourself away, youshrugged your shoulders. “I’m not sure, either.” You couldn’t even lookRyoma in the eyes, nevertheless actually go along with his shock. Before youdug a hole for yourself, you waved goodbye and made up an excuse to part ways.You knew if you stayed there, you would accidentally reveal your identity ashis ‘secret’ admirer.

While you felt like you dodged a bullet, it became more clear toRyoma the more he thought about it. He was a fairly intelligent individual and after he realized thatwhoever did this had to have been able to get into his locker somehow, he wasable to narrow down his suspicions.

And based on your reactions…

No, there was no way. Ryoma has been denying his feelings for youfor months now and there was no way that this was your doing, of all things. Hewanted to figure it out, not drive himself up a wall. He tried to tell himself thathis developing crush on you was clouding his judgement but all of the signspointed to you.

Since you were one of the only people who knew his combination,you were in the area at the time, and your reaction and sudden excuse toleave… there’s only one way to find out.

The following morning, Ryoma cornered you while you were at yourlocker. As you stuffed your books inside, he lifted the letter from his pocket and leaned against the cold wall.You froze and your smile faded when you realized what you were looking at.

“You wrote this, didn’t you?” He asked. His voice was a little bitstern and you weren’t sure how to respond. You didn’t have a game plan in mindif he ever figured you out, and so quickly? He must have put a lot of thoughtinto this…

Ryoma took your silence as a confession. “What did you meanby ‘I’m not the relationship type’?” He sounded… hurt, just a little bit. That isn’t a tone you are used to, coming from him at least.

“Well, you’re always rejecting people…” You trailed off, gluing your eyes to the ground awkwardly. You felt uncomfortable, like you’ve just been hit by a train. You didn’t really want him to know that it was you but Ryoma backed you into a corner and you didn’t have any other options.

He squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, trying to collect his thoughts. “I only rejected the others because I like you.” Ugh, he hated this. He felt weak and vulnerable, and that was a feeling he despised.

But you perked up at that sentence, turning towards him with a shocked expression. “Wait, seriously? I thought you didn’t want a relationship.”

Ryoma sighed, unable to restrain his forming smile. He gently took your hand into his and his eyes flickered up to meet yours, and suddenly, you melted. “Well, I can always make an exception.”

Celestia Ludenberg

Celestia was such a classy woman, how could you not fall for her?She had everything you loved about a woman and you wanted to confess yourfeelings, but she has turned down countless offers of dates and other people’sconfessions. Why should you think she’d treat you any differently? Sure, she sometimes laughed with you and seemed a bit brighter aroundyou…

If you were going to do this, you wanted to do it in a way thatCelestia would appreciate – a way that would make her remember you. You thoughtshe would find the anonymous confession and rose to be endearing, and youcouldn’t predict just how right you were.

You may have overthought it and spent way too long drafting yourfinal product. You kept it fairly short and sweet, nothing too over the top.After all, you didn’t want to scare her away.

Before Class, you dropped the rose and the letter on her desk andquickly exited the Classroom to make sure no one saw or suspected you. Yourheart was absolutely racing, your thoughts were anxious as you started toregret doing this. Maybe you should have just kept to yourself. What if sherejects you like everyone else?

Celestia was often one of the last people in the room and shefroze in the doorway once she spotted her desk. Her hand shot up to her mouthand her eyes widened slightly. She may not be a stranger to confessions oflove, but this was certainly new.

With a smile, she gracefully approached her desk. She bent forwardslightly and lifted the rose to her face, breathing in its scent. Then she readthe letter. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time, and I just wanted to tell you how I feel. I hope you like this.”

“Oh, how romantic~” she cooed to herself, her eyes glisteningslightly. She assumed that it would be someone in her Class so they could watchher reaction. Celestia was incredibly cunning and started to examine yourclassmates, one by one. She couldn’t place a finger on a possible author andshe took the anonymity as a challenge.

She was swooned at the gesture but wouldn’t be so quick to admithow much she liked it because, well, she didn’t want to seem impressed. Shecould play games, too, and she played a hard game, you’ll admit.

Celestia talked around, trying to pinpoint her admirer. She had connectionsand rumors started to spread, but you were the last person she suspected. Maybeher own feelings for you clouded her judgement.

It took her a long time but she figured it out. After all, she ishighly intelligent; you were dumb to think she’d never figure you out.

The next morning, she approached you, a small blush on her face. You were different.She always suspected that you had a crush on her but you never made the first move,never were as abrasive as the others. You were respectful and kind, maybethat’s why she fell for you, too. And if you were in fact the author of this note, then she admired your romantic side.

Holding the letter between her middle and forefinger, she leanedforward slightly, her shoulder pressed against the wall beside you. Celestiasuccessfully cut off your escape route so you were forced to talk to her; and itwas a bit intimidating.

“(Y/N), love,” she said slowly. Calling you ‘love’ causedyour heart to skip a beat… damn, she was gorgeous. “Did you write this?”She tilted her hand so you could see the letter tucked into the pink envelopewith the heart sticker still attached to the open slit.

Your eyebrows shot up; how did she figure you out? You startedtripping over your words and Celestia giggled, taking that asconfirmation. “Oh, I never took you as the romantic type.”

She swiftly reached into her backpack and took out the rose youbrought her. She had been keeping it in a vase at home, but brought it toschool for the extra flare; she had a flare for the dramatics, after all. Bringing it to her nose, she closed her eyes andtook a deep breath in. “I really appreciated your confession…”

Here it comes - the rejection. You squeezed your eyes and mentallyprepared yourself. Then, a tickling sensation formed under your nose. Your eyesopened wide and you saw her extending the rose to you.

“Everything you did was beautiful, I was impressed. I still am. Iwill say… I am a little bit surprised,” you sighed and finally spoke. Whenyou did, you cut her off with your voice crack.

“If you’re going to reject me, please just do it already.” Celestia’seyes widened and she took a step back. You didn’t look at her directly and yourwords caused her heart to sink. “And why would I do that?”

“Well,” you sighed heavily, “you have so many people who wantyou and you’re always rejecting them. I shouldn’t be any different.”

Then, she giggled again. You finally met her gaze and her red eyeswere twinkling, as she covered her lips with one hand and held the rose tightlywith the other. “Oh, love,” she smiles wide, “I only rejected thembecause I wanted you!”

Miu Iruma

While you’ve been meaning to tell Miu about your ever-growingfeelings for her for several months now, you’ve never been able to work up thecourage to do so. Miu is quite the eccentric woman and you were worried thatshe would either reject your feelings for her completely or make a big deal outof it.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how she would react. Any time someonemade a passing comment to her, especially a derogatory one, she was feisty andsnapped back without hesitation. Of course, your feelings were genuine and innocent. You didn’tlove her just for her looks or her body, like most others do, you wanted totake things somewhere with her…

But how were you even supposed to tell her that without Miu taking it thewrong way?

Eventually, you decided to write her an anonymous letter. If sherejected it, then at least that saved you from an embarrassing moment – though,you’d likely have to listen to her bashing ‘whoever wrote that’ since she oftencame to you to rant and vent.

The rose was just a last minute thought that you assumed would getyour feelings across and emphasize that you were being honest.

You dropped it on her desk and quickly walked back out of the room, not wanting to incriminate yourself. You filed back into the Classroom after it became somewhat full, trying to act as oblivious as possible.

Miu was often late getting to class, or just barely missing the bell. When she walked in and noticed the items on her desk, she froze in placeand her eyes widened. “Holy fuck!”

She hastily made her way to the desk and examined the rose,surprised to find that it was real. When reading the letter, her face paled. You grew more nervous bythe second.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you this, Miu, but I love you. I have for a long time.” She quickly piped up, “Who fuckin’ wrote this?!” Her tone sounded more curious thanhostile, although she did sound a bit demanding.

You slid in your seat, too afraid to speak up. You didn’t want any more attention placed on you, though Miu wouldn’t give up that easily. Her eyes scanned the room, trying to find any ‘questionable’ behavior. She quickly came up short though, and huffed in her desk, crossing her arms and slouching back down.

She was a headstrong woman though, who wouldn’t lay her arms down and give up so easily. She couldn’t say that this kind of attention was uncommon - Miu had plenty of people falling at her feet. Well, maybe not falling, but she had a fan-club.

It was mainly perverted guys, though; she assumed that one of them was responsible for this; but she never would have suspected that you were her admirer.

Miu went around asking others if they saw or knew anything. When they would feverishly deny it, she would turn on her charm and try to flirt some information out of them - but it was true, no one knew who her secret admirer was; and it drove her crazy.

She was about to give up when she confided in you. She didn’t have very many female friends, other than maybe Kaede, so she often came to the two of you to rant about her ‘girl’ problems.

“This letter is drivin’ me crazy!” She sighed as she pulled it out of her bag and stared at it woefully. Your eyes widened, surprised that she still had it.

“Y-you actually kept it?” You asked, a tinge of hope in your voice. The blonde turned to you with a cocked brow. “Uh… duh! I wanna know who wrote it! And… it was really nice,” her second sentence was spoken very quietly and quickly, averting her gaze as if she didn’t want to admit it.

And she didn’t - Miu didn’t want others to know that she was swooning. This was different than the rest. It was romantic and well thought-out - clearly not written by someone just looking to hook up or objectifying her.

Your heart was pounding relentlessly against your chest. Miu continued, “I want to thank them, and… I don’t know, depending on who it is-” She turned to you and noticed your beat-red face.

“(Y/N)? You okay?” She leaned forward to touch you and felt your trembling hands. She may not be the brightest, but she could put two and two together. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “No way!”

You abruptly turned away, unable to face her. Your reactions clearly gave you away and all you wanted to do in this moment was disappear. “(Y/N)… you feel that way? About me?!” Miu didn’t sound angry, though. She sounded surprised, childish, and giddy.

When you finally rip your eyes from the floor and meet hers again, you see her bubbly, smiling face. She was completely over the moon.

“Y-yeah…” you muttered, hoping that this wouldn’t make things awkward. But instead, Miu had a shocking reaction.

“I fuckin’ love you, too!” She says a bit too loudly, earning some stares from your classmates. Your breath hitched and you froze - was she being serious? The two of you smiled at each other for a moment, your mouth unconsciously twisted into a grin without you realizing it.

“I really do…” This time, her voice was softer, as if she was afraid to confess. “I never thought you felt the same way.” Miu’s eyes looked away from you and down to her fumbling hands. “I’ve had feelings and never knew what to do with them, I’m so-”

“Glad you feel the same way.” You finish her sentence, earning a wide smile from the Inventor. She nodded hastily, “Yeah, exactly.”

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro was definitely no stranger to love confessions – he hadplenty of people falling at his feet. Between his naturally good looks andcharm, he was definitely someone who could wrap almost anyone around his fingerif he pleased.

But he wasn’t like that and he often didn’t like receivingconfessions since he didn’t like turning people down. It always made him feellike a bit of an ass – like he felt obligated to humor them.

It just came naturally, though. It wasn’t love at first sight butrather a gradual falling – you really liked, no, loved, Rantaro. But you knew how much he disliked theattention so how were you supposed to tell him? Or should you even try?

That question drove you crazy. Kaede suggested writing an anonymous letter since she knewhim the best. “I would love it if someone did that for me!” She added whilstclutching her heart and tipping her head back.

The idea actually wasn’t bad at all. She helped you write the confession, and having a support system behind you helped immensely.

Kaede did your dirty work and left the note in his locker, tapingthe rose to the outside of it. She scampered away and left you behind, flashingyou a thumbs up as you waited anxiously nearby.

And the wait killed you; you paced and glanced around nervouslyuntil a certain green-haired man started walking towards his locker. Your heartraced and hands shook as he stared at the door curiously.

The rose caught his attention and a small laugh escaped histhroat. He looked it it quizzically, leaning forward to smell it. Rantaro’seyebrows jumped when he realized that it was real, so he was extra careful whentaking it down to make sure he didn’t ruin it.

While still holding the rose in one hand, he put in hiscombination and the letter came tumbling out. Rantaro bent down slightly topick it up and sighed when he saw the heart drawn on the front.

He thought it was just another love letter and wondered who itcould be from this time, but he felt some slight discomfort when noticing thatit had no signature. “That’s strange,” he thought to himself. They normally includedtheir name in hopes that he would return the feelings so an anonymous letterwas definitely new. Whoever wrote this was different from the rest and Rantarowas intrigued.

His curiosity became unbearable. He twirled on his heels, stilleyeing the letter, when his gaze flickered up and saw you standing not too faraway. A dashing smile appeared on his lips, causing you to melt. “Hey, (Y/N)! Did you see whoput this in my locker?”

Nope, not a clue… you frantically shake your head. “Why?” You ask.

“I’m… interested. People don’t normally goto such great lengths, even for me. I know this isn’t the first time this hashappened but this is the first anonymous one, and something about it seems…different. Dare I say special?” Your heart fluttered at the kind, reciprocated words. “Well, I’m sorry, I have no clue,” then, you quickly excused yourself.

He did think the note was classy and the rose was a nice touch, it caused his inner hopeless romantic to flare. But your reaction was peculiar and out of character, though Rantaro wouldn’t think about it too much.

Your mind poured over the interaction. Kaede went crazy when you told her, begging you to tell him the truth. “He liked it! You should tell him!”

Rantaro wasn’t dumb, though. After your interaction, he approachedKaede and started to question her. He couldn’t seem to shake you out of his head. The way you carried yourself, your behavior and sudden departure, and the fact that you looked lost while lingering in that area - a part of school you didn’t normally walk through. It was all pretty strange but Kaede shrugged her shoulders, restraining herself from telling him.

“Nope, noidea who wrote it!” She chimes unconvincingly. Hm, that sounded familiar…

Nothing could slip by him, and he quickly put two and two together. Rantaro’s presence at the end of the daycaught you off-guard and caused you to jump. A chuckle escaped his throat andhe flashed you that smile that made your heart soar.

“So, did you write this?” He asked rather bluntly. You almost choked on air when he asked, ripping your face away from him so he wouldn’t see your blush. Your mind went blank and all you could do was stutter.

“I thought it was romantic and classy, I liked it, truly,” Rantaro hesitated and then used one finger to turn your chin back towards him.

Then, he leaned in, effectively narrowing the gap. You could feel his breath against your skin and your face grew hot. You wordlessly nodded, sheepishly admitting your identity. Then, a proud smile formed on his lips.

“I knew it,” he says, his face still inches away from yours. He had little to no reaction, though his cheeks were turning pink as well. “If we’re confessing then, well, I’ve felt the same way about you for awhile.”

You took a wobbly step back, finally tearing yourself away from his gaze. You could clearly see how red his face was turning now as his usual calm and collected charm disappeared. Rantaro scratched his head nervously, “I’ve never felt nervous around someone before, so I never knew how to say it. Glad I didn’t have to make the first move.”

He winked, and you felt the corners of your mouth tug into a smile.

- Mod Rantaro

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Welp

Due to a series of unfortunate events, I won’t be able to post for a few days. Long story short, I accidentally dropped my laptop yesterday morning and part of the screen AND keyboard shattered, so I can’t use it. It’s being repaired but I won’t get it back until at least this weekend. Trust me, I know this is annoying and all and I wish I could change it. I’m having to post this from mobile, I just wanted to explain my absence. See you guys ASAP! xox, Mod.

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V3 boys comforting a s/o who was just disowned by their parents after learning they went to a school that fostered their talent rather than a school that would teach them the job their parents wanted them to do.

This prompt was so sad but I love writing about comfort, so I hope you like it!

I also purposefully kept both the S/O’s talent and the parents’ job ambiguous, so that’s all up to your imagination!

V3 Boys Comforting S/O Who Gets Disowned By Their Parents For Not Going To The School They Wanted!

Saihara Shuichi

You knew how close Saihara waswith his uncle, but one thing you could bond over is that neither of you werevery close with your parents. It was something you could both talk and rantabout upon getting to know each other, so your boyfriend knew almost everything there was to know about your family, including their ‘legacy.’

They wanted to control your life, even though you were in the prime of figuringyourself out and molding your future. They wanted to pick your school andcareer path, despite the fact that you had no interest in doing what theywanted you to and told them over and over that you wanted to foster yourtalents instead.

Obviously, they weren’t pleased with this. They wanted you to listen to themlike a slave and blossom into the person they wished they could be. Althoughthey insisted that this was because they wanted what was best for you, you knowthat they were just trying to force themselves into your future.

Well, you had enough, and decided to apply for a school where you would behappy: a school that did provide your talent, and the place your heart longedfor. A part of you didn’t think you would be accepted so you refrained fromtelling them at first, but to your surprise, the acceptance letter was left onyour doorstep.

Unfortunately, you’re not the one who found it, but rather your parents whothen blew up at you. They screamed at you for going behind their backs and brought up their legacy once more. In a heated rage, you retort, “I don’t want to do that! I want to harness my talents!”

“Well,” your father states coldly, “then you’re no longer part of this family.”

You didn’t have anywhere else to go – no one else in your family would allowyou to live with them after what just happened, and Saihara’s home was the only placewhere you felt welcomed anymore.

He answered the door with a smile, which immediately faded when he was met withyour gloomy face. He asked what was wrong but you turned your head away andinsisted that everything was just fine. Of course, Saihara doesn’t believe itand continues to press.

“I’m not letting you inside until you tell me,” he says bluntly. Realizing thatthere was no escape from his Detective’s-intuition, the tears and words fall from yourlips. “I… I just got d-disowned and kicked out and-”

He cut you off by bringing you into his arms, then helped bring you inside and damped a washcloth for your face whilst joining you on the couch. He looked at you with sympathetic eyes and wondered what tosay. Saihara was angry, but he wouldn’t show it because he didn’t want to makethe situation worse than it already was. He just… couldn’t understand whyparents would do that to their child.

Then again, he didn’t know why his parents would walk out, either, so he isn’t toosurprised. Still, he’s good at suppressing his emotions since this isn’t abouthim, it’s about you. “Tell me about your troubles,” he says slowly, granting you free-reign to vent as much as you needed.

Your voice soon gave out and you felt as though you couldn’t utter another word. Saihara took over and pulled you back into his chest, feeling your tears flow down his skin. “I love you, and even if they don’t support you, just know that I will.”

Pulling away, you look up at your boyfriend with hopeful eyes. “Really?” A soft smile appeared on his lips and he nodded. “Of course, all I want is for you to be happy. I’m so, so sorry that this happened to you, (Y/N), but I’m glad that you’re no longer stuck in that situation. I’m going to stand by your side no matter where you choose to go to school because I want you to find something you love, not something you’re forced into.”

Saihara’s words moved you to tears once again, but this time they were tears of relief. You cling onto him, thanking him repetitively. “Don’t thank me,” he reassures, “just know that I’ve got you. I love you, and I will always be here for you, (Y/N).”

That was truly all you needed to hear right now. He lifted your chin with one finger and placed a passionate kiss on your lips, and Saihara mumbled once more against your mouth. “No matter what path you take, I am going to love you unconditionally.”

You were thankful for the man you loved. He then lifted you up and helped carry you to his Bedroom, where he lulled you into a peaceful sleep.

Ouma Kokichi

Family isn’t something that youreally talk to Ouma about. Not because you don’t want to, but because your situationis extremely convoluted and you didn’t want him to poke fun at it or stick hisnose where it didn’t belong. He sometimes struggled to convey his feelings andyou knew he likely wouldn’t respond kindly to your parents.

But nothing could have prepared you for their reaction when you decided tofollow your own path. Nothing could have pointed you in the right direction,since you thought they would be a little bit more understanding since you’vegotten older and could now make decisions for yourself. While they ‘supported’ your talents, they seemed to still have the same underlying agenda planned out for you in their minds.

Apparently, they still want to control almost every aspect of your life andcan’t handle the fact that you didn’t want to continue your family business. Andin this household, refusing to carry on the family business correlates to nolonger being a welcomed member of your family.

After telling them that you planned to go to a school for your talent, your father stood and shouted at you, “Then get out! We don’t want you here anymore, go find somewhere else to live!”

You were completely distraught and, despite not ever delving into too muchdetail about your family, the only place you wanted to be right now was by Ouma’s side. Youwanted to finally tell him everything and be upfront about why yourrelationship with your parents was so unstable.

Without calling him or giving him any warning, you showed up at his home andfeverishly pounded on the door until an irritated Ouma answered. He immediatelysoftened when he glanced at your wet, sobbing face and could tell thatsomething was wrong.

Welcoming you with open arms, he rushed you into the house and joined yourside, wiping your tears away with his thumb. He stared at you, sympatheticallyand silently, holding you close as you opened up to him and told him about what just transpired in your former household.

But inside, he was angry. Oh boy, he was mad. He wanted to kick and punch andscream and give your family a piece of his mind, but he couldn’t do that – not foryour sake. He loved you but fighting wouldn’t solve a thing and he knew it.

Ouma pardoned himself to the Restroom where he leaned forward and beat hishands against the sink, letting a few angry cries slip out. Then, he damped awashcloth and returned to your side where he wiped your face with the cold water to help calm you down.

You could tell that he was angry, even though he hastily denied the accusations. “Kokichi, please relax,” you plead blankly. He complies, though not happily,and switched into his sympathetic state. He knew when to be serious and now wasthe time when you needed him to be there for you. Although heloved to tease you, he knew better than that.

“Listen, (Y/N),” he starts off, “when I came to Hope’s Peak for my talent, noone really supported me, either. No one thought that ‘Ultimate Supreme Leader’ was adeserved title, or a real talent, and you know what I did?”

You weren’t entirely sure where this was going but listened patiently. “Idid it anyway. I did what made me happy for the sake of DICE and to make a namefor myself, but also because… I knew that that was what was best for me.”

A genuine expression formed on his face and you could tell that he wasn’t lying. This is a story that Ouma has never told you, nor anyone, ever before. He rarely ever wore his heart on his sleeve like this which is how you knew he meant business.

“I know what it’s like to have everyone against you, wishing you would choose a different path. But in the end… you need to do what makes you happy and what fulfills you, not listen to what they say or do what you think someone else would want. You aren’t living for them, you’re living for yourself. This is your life.”

Ouma put emphasis on those words as he pulled you closer and trailed kisses along your exposed skin. “And just know that, you don’t have everyone against you because… I’m here. I’ll be right by your side and I will support you no matter what, got it?”

You nodded affirmatively as you clutch onto him and squeeze your eyes shut. You truly don’t know what you would do without Ouma, especially right now. When he got serious, he always said all the right things.

Rantaro Amami

Your world felt like it had beencrumbling around you – like you were standing on unstable ground that mightgive out on you any second now. The one solace that you had, though, was yourboyfriend. Rantaro was always so understanding and compassionate, even whenyour parents weren’t. He took up a lot of their responsibilities and helpedtake care of you and made sure that you were safe.

But nothing could have prepared you for the events that just transpired in yourhousehold – or, former home. Your parents wanted you to follow in theirfootsteps and do the same thing they did, carry on the ‘family legacy’ but youalways thought there was so much more to life than that. You wanted to fosteryour own talent and dreams, not work nine to five in a job you didn’t care aboutevery day.

So, you veered away from their path, thinking they would be more understandingbut… alas, they were quite the opposite and disowned you since, “If you aren’tgoing to carry on the family legacy, then you won’t be part of this family.”

The only place you could think to run to in this moment was Rantaro’s arms.You can imagine his confusion when you appeared on his doorstep at almosteleven o’clock at night, tears falling down your face and blurring your vision.

You looked like a mess and he wasted no time in taking you into his arms. Hesimply stood there, holding you tightly and breathing in your scent. It didn’tmatter what was wrong, he didn’t need to know to comfort you.

Thankfully, most of his sisters were already asleep – the only ones that wereawake were both tweens who were more than mature enough to know not to botherthe two of you right now. He guided you upstairs and helped sit you down, thenfinally asked what was wrong.

Between hitched, shaky breaths, you spit it out. “I… I-I just got… dis-disowned. My f-family kicked me out for… g-going to a different school.”

Of course, he knew all about your family’s drive and want for you to follow in their footsteps since you often ranted about it, but he never thought they would take things to that extreme.

Rantaro was shocked, unsure of what to say for a moment. He couldn’t imaginesomeone doing that to their child, but he also wasn’t too surprised coming fromyour parents. With a sigh, he nodded aimlessly. He was very understanding and patient with you, letting you cry it out as thoughts raced through his mind; he desperately tried to think of something, anything, he could say to comfort you.

Family was such a core concept in his household that you didn’t know if he wouldbe open or receptive to your issues, but Rantaro surprised you with how thoughtful he was. Heheld you into his chest, cupping your head with one hand and tracing your spine with the other. When you felt like you couldn’t cry anymore, he hushed you and startedcomforting you in the best way he knew how.

“I understand your troubles and fears and what it’s like to have expectationsput on you. My family tried talking me out of accepting Hope’s Peak’s placement offerbecause they wanted me to stay here and take care of my sisters, but I wantedsomething more. I love my family, but there is a time and a place where youneed to put yourself first.”

His words were gentle and wise, and Rantaro gazed down at you with nothing but love and support filling his eyes. His family was always so kind towards you that you never would have thought that they tried forcing him to do what they wanted, and… he didn’t listen; even now, he is successful.

“I completely understand, which is why I am going to support and love you like I wanted them to when I was struggling. If there’s anything I can do, I’ll do it in a heartbeat because I’m in love with you and I want you to make all of your wildest dreams a reality.”

Rantaro’s smile was comforting and reassuring, bringing the tears back to your eyes. A hearty chuckle escaped his throat when a few loose tears fell down you cheek and he pulled you closer once more, kissing the tears away from your skin.

“Everything will be okay, I’ll make sure of it. I’m here for you, (Y/N). Everything happens for a reason and everything will work itself out.”

Needless to say, Rantaro’s family quickly replaced yours and let you into their home with open arms. They were more than happy to provide a place for you to stay, and welcomed you into their family.

And honestly, you couldn’t be happier.

Kiibo

You didn’t often talk about yourfamily because it never failed to sadden Kiibo. He always wanted a family to call hisown, though his creator was like his father figure, that was never good enough.At least, not for him.

He didn’t realize how bad your familial situation truly was or else he wouldn’tenvy you; you didn’t want to break the truth to him and ruin his perception ofhuman families.

But you were so utterly unhappy and wanted to escape – your family had a planfor you and wouldn’t let you intervene. Even though their path isn’t what youwanted in the slightest, you felt forced to do what they wanted you to.

You had a plethora of other interests and talents and wanted to go to a schoolwhere you could hone in on those, not a school where you would feel lost andunhappy. Deciding that you didn’t want to be miserable all your life, youapplied to one of the schools on your list and swiftly got accepted.

The acceptance came as a shock and you weren’t sure how to tell your parents. However, they made the decision for you and brought a heated argument upon you, screaming at you for ‘backstabbing’ them. Why couldn’t they understand that you were just trying to do something for yourself? “You can get the Hell out and never come back, then, because we didn’t raise you for this!” They exclaim, throwing the letter in your face.

How were you going to tell Kiibo about this? And what were you supposed to donow?

Your mind swirled with thoughts and it felt like everything went blank, untilyou suddenly appeared on Kiibo’s doorstep. You didn’t even realize you had beenwalking here, like your mind autopiloted and took you here in your blind rage. Perhaps this iswhere you truly belonged in the first place.

With trembling hands, you knock on the door and anxiously wait for an answer.Your boyfriend peeks through the crack before welcoming you inside. Youcrashed into him, your knees gave out the moment he waved you inside and you rest all of your body weight onhis. He supported you, albeit he was confused, and helped drag you towards thecouch.

Thankfully, Kiibo lived alone so you had no issue with sobbing as loudly and for aslong as you wanted. You just let it all out, unable to stop when the flood-wallfinally broke.

He let you cry, though not directly on him since he couldn’t get wet. He quietly held you as you sobbed, still unsure of what was wrong but too afraid to ask. Then, you vented everything, telling him what happened and about how you had nowhere to live now.

“Admittedly, I don’t really know what to say and I wish I did,” Kiibo statesbluntly, a sad undertone in his voice, “but I want to be here for you because Ican tell you need it.”

You tried to pull away from his grasp but he wouldn’t let you, holding you firmly in place. You were cuddled into his metal chest as Kiibo ran his hands along your skin in an attempt to sooth you. He held the back of your head gently, hushing you and trying to quiet your shaky sobs.

He just couldn’t process why someone would do that to their own child. Maybe it was a human thing, he wasn’t sure, but that sounded like such a low-blow in his opinion. Nothing Kiibo has experienced so far prepared him for this moment, although he did his best to comfort you.

He isn’t a master at comforting others but he’s trying. “I love you, (Y/N), and I don’t know why they would ever do something like that. But I do know that you don’t deserve it and I’m glad you don’t have to deal with that turmoil anymore.”

Kiibo’s voice was uncertain but his words genuine. You sat silently, your tears beginning to halt, as he pressed onward. “I know I can’t do a lot, but I will do everything I can to support you. I’m here and I’ll try to make everything okay again, and I’ll be here every step of the way. I don’t know how, but I promise I’ll take your pain away and support you through thick and thin,” he extended his pinky-finger in a promising gesture, something he has seen humans do before.

It was sweet and caused you to giggle as your tears finally stopped and you connected your pinky with his, confirming the promise. You could tell that Kiibo was trying his hardest and you appreciated him for that.

He offered you his place to stay, promising to take you in. Honestly, living with him felt like a dream and you have never been happier.

And maybe he was right, everything happens for a reason.

Kaito Momota

Most of the time, you don’t cometo Kaito with your troubles because you know how he reacts but you did oftenmention your parents and their lackluster care.

You’ve never gone into too muchdetail since he is the type to pick a fight and can’t hold his tongue, but heknew how much they pressured you to follow in their footsteps and do the samething they did.

They were trying to mold you into a more successful version of themselves andplaced a lot of standards on you, though that isn’t what you wanted to do. Youwanted to chase your own talent and hone in on your skills, and as successfulas they were, that isn’t what you were interested in.

It took a long time to finally gather the courage to tell them that you weregoing to a school for your talent instead of doing what they wanted you to do.Misunderstanding their intentions, you didn’t realize just how serious theywere until now…

They weren’t supportive at all and instead demanded that you get out of their sight as soon as possible and to never come back.

Still in a state if shock, the only thing you could think to do now was run toKaito and finally tell him everything. You texted him and told him you were onyour way, and he met you outside. He was sitting on his front porch and leaps to his feet when he sees you turn into his driveway, but his smile disappearedwhen he noticed that you were sobbing.

Without hesitation, Kaito runs to you and meets you halfway, pulling you into abig hug. His grip was firm and tight but it allowed you to melt into his armssince your knees finally gave out. He helped support you, carrying you bridalstyle into his home as he bolted up the stairs to his Bedroom so you two could havea bit more privacy.

Then, you spilled everything. You told him the truth about your family, their plan for you, and how they just disowned you in such a harsh way.

Kaito was pissed and he stood with his hands on his forehead. Then, he swiftlyknocked everything off of his desk in a blind rage. “What the Hell kind ofparenting is that?!” He exclaims, and you were at a loss for words, unsure ofhow to answer his question.

Once he finally settled down, he got serious. “Listen, (Y/N), I don’t really knowwhat to say or do, but just know that I love you.” He then pulled you into a lengthy hug, silently holding you as you continued sobbing and even let a few tears of his own roll down his cheek.

“I just want you to be happy. You know, everyone told me that I would never pass the Astronaut entrance exam, and guess what? I did it! No one believed in me or supported me, so I understand,” Kaito’s words were genuine and you’ve never seen him look this serious or determined before. You suddenly felt motivated to be the best you could possibly be.

“Everyone told me that I couldn’t and shouldn’t do it, but that was all I wanted to do. I turned that stress into motivation to prove them wrong and accomplish my dreams, and I want you to do the same, (Y/N). I want you to follow your dreams, not theirs.”

Truly, all your boyfriend wanted was for you to be happy. You finally cracked a smile, feeling relief fall upon your shoulders for the first time since the argument broke out. Kaito leaned in and closed the gap between you two, kissing you in a passionate way as you each tasted the saltiness of your tears.

He pulled away and sucked in a deep breath. “I love you to the moon and back, and I am here for you. We’ll get through this together, I promise, and everything will be okay. A man never goes back on his word.”

Then, Kaito smiled in the big, goofy way that you loved so much and caused you to giggle. He wrapped his large arm around you and held you tightly, rubbing your back comfortingly.

He kept repeating that he loved you and that he would stay by your side no matter what. You put all of your faith into him as he welcomed you into his home, giving you a place to say and a family to be a part of.

“We got this, we’re going to take this world by storm together and prove everyone wrong. We’re going to be okay, and pretty soon you’ll show your family that you can be successful and foster your talents at the same time. You got it?”

And as hurt as you were right now, you believed him.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

You knew how central family was inKorekiyo’s life so you often masked your dysfunctional family from his view,although he had a mind of his own and could tell that you weren’t being totallyhonest about your relationship with them.

Regardless, you tried to find a way around your parent’s plan for you. As muchas you wanted to compromise, they wouldn’t listen to a single word you said.They mapped out your life from birth to now and wouldn’t let you intervene fromthat path.

Apparently, they didn’t understand that you had a plan of your own and needsthat had to be met. Sure, they said that they supported your talents and interests,but they wouldn’t let you thrive and go to school for what you wanted to do.That was a fact you have been struggling with for years now, ever since theystarted talking about your career and the next step in your life.

So, you applied for a school that fostered your talent unbeknownst to yourparents. You decided not to tell them unless you got accepted as to not cause any conflicts, but that day inevitably came.

They weren’t happy, obviously. Instead, they tried ripping the acceptance letter from your hands and wanted to tear it to shreds, cursing about how you shouldn’t deviate from your path.

In a fit of rage, you blurted out, “I don’t care about that! I want to do this, not what you want me to! Why don’t you get that?!” That is what sent them over the edge, and brought them to disown you. You were swiftly kicked out and no longer welcome in what used to be your own home.

Your heart longed for someone who would support you no matter what, and youfound that in Korekiyo. He was your rock, your shield, and you knew he wouldn’tjudge you for following your own dreams. So, when your parents disowned you, your mind immediately traveled to him.

He didn’t live very far and you blanked on the way there since you’ve walkedthis path so many times. Instead, your mind was filled with thoughts of yourfamily and what on Earth you would do now.

You found comfort and peace when Korekiyo opened the door but you didn’t start crying until you saw his face and realized that this iswhere you belonged. He looked quite flustered and unsure of what to do,panicking since you just showed up at his home unannounced and started sobbing.Still, he welcomed you inside.

Korekiyo helped you change into more comfortable clothes, then he drew a bathfor you. The whole time, he asked questions like, “Are you okay? Have youeaten? Do you need sleep?”

All of his gestures were very romantic. Then, once you finally settled into thebath, your boyfriend propped himself on the side of the tub, held your handlovingly, and spoke; he let his voice soothe you.

“Please, tell me what is wrong, my love. I don’t want you to carry this burden alone andI want to be there for you.” Unable to hold back any longer, you tell himeverything: about your family and how you were just kicked out of your home.

“I am… so, so sorry,” he mutters, out of breath. Korekiyo couldn’t imaginedoing that to someone he was supposed to love. He couldn’t even begin to fathom doing something so disgusting, especially to his own child. He lowered his mask and gazed down at you with sympathetic eyes.

Finally vocalizing what happened brought you to tears once more and Korekiyo leaned forward, scooping the water into his hands and running it along your bare skin. He massaged your shoulders and hushed you, doing anything he could to bring you peace and comfort because he always hated seeing you cry.

“I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” his soft voice bounces off of the dimly lit Bathroom walls, “but just know that you are not alone. You are never alone, even when we are separated, because I am always right here.” Korekiyo then flattens his palm over your rapidly-beating heart and smiles warmly, earning a tiny grin from you.

“I’m sorry, my love, I wish I could take your pain away but always remember that I will do anything in my power to ease this pain. Just tell me what you need me to do and I will make it happen.”

All you wanted right now was his company, so you wrap your hand around his wrist and ask him to stay as you lock eyes. He nods and plants a gentle kiss on your lips, before returning to the massage.

“I love you, and I will love you forever, no matter what you decide to do with your life. Your happiness is more important than what anyone else wants you to do. You are the one in control of your own destiny and no one can tell you otherwise, and only you know where your heart belongs. If your heart belongs in that school, then follow it.”

Korekiyo’s words left you stunned, unable to say anything in return. You felt the tears brimming on your lash-line, but this time they were sympathetic and happy tears. Somehow, he always knew what to say.

Afterwards, he helped you out of the bath and get dressed. He guided you back to his bed where he lulled you into a peaceful sleep, easing your mind and causing all of your worries to melt away.

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta always knew that yourrelationship with your parents was rockier than most, but he never could haveguessed just how serious it all was. You didn’t go into detail since you didn’tfeel it was relevant to your relationship with your boyfriend; it’s not like hewould fully grasp the situation, anyway.

This caused countless sleepless nights where you stayed up, sobbing over yourparent’s twisted plan for your future. They couldn’t let you be happy and dowhat you wanted, they wanted to force you to be just like them and do the exactsame thing.

Sure, they had good intentions, but they left no room for you tofind or express yourself.

It drove you crazy and you didn’t want to lead a life like theirs, so you applied fora school that fostered your talent. You didn’t tell them until you wereaccepted, wanting to avoid conflict if possible. But… the acceptance lettercame, and it seems as though you had no other option.

Of course they don’t take it well. In fact, they took it in quite the opposite direction and immediately banished you from their home.

All you could think to do was run to Gonta’s house as fast as your body wouldcarry you. You stood on his doorstep, face buried in your hands. He opened thedoor and greeted you with a wide smile, but that didn’t hold.

He was so confused and looked so shocked and scared. He didn’t handle these typesof situations the best and all Gonta knew to do was hug you and help you inside.The two of you made your way towards his Bedroom where you finally told himeverything.

As you spoke, his lip started to quiver, and he cried alongside you. The two ofyou sobbed until neither of you could do so anymore. He just… didn’t understandany of it. How could someone do that to their own kin?

Gonta placed his hands on the side of your face and enveloped you into a deepkiss and then started moving his lips against yours. He eventually pulled away and stared at you with woeful eyes.

“Gonta don’t care whatthey say… Gonta just want (Y/N) to be happy,” you could tell his heart was inthe right place even though his words were slightly incoherent and didn’t piecetogether in a smooth way.

You were surprised when he suddenly pulled away and went on a tangent. “Gonta loves you, and just wants (Y/N) to do what their heart wants. If (Y/N)’s heart wants to focus on talents, then… okay! And Gonta will always support no matter what because that’s what gentlemen do. Gentlemen don’t turn their backs or disown the people they love… and Gonta will always be there for (Y/N).”

You knew that he isn’t the type of person to go on long monologues, but this time you just couldn’t help yourself and burst into tears once more. This alarmed your boyfriend, who thought he did something wrong, but you insisted that they were just tears of relief.

“Oh, good… Gonta is relieved. And… please know that Gonta is here and everything will be okay. Gonta promises…” he then extended his pinky in a cute gesture, locking with yours to confirm the promise. He warmly smiled at you, and you knew that you could trust him.

He continued to rub your back and trail kisses along your entire body in an attempt to comfort you, and it helped immensely. You were so thankful for him and weren’t sure what you’d do without him, especially now.

Gonta invited you to stay with him since you didn’t really have anywhere else to go. Throughout the night, he continued to tell you how much he truly did love you and how he would support you unconditionally, regardless of what path you chose, and that’s all you needed to hear in this moment.

And he does his best everyday to comfort you, helping you work through this rough patch in your life. All he wants is for you to be successful and happy, and he will stop at nothing to achieve that. He stood with you, cheering for you to “Follow your dreams! Don’t give up!”

For the first time in what feels like forever, you have a support system behind you. You can truly be yourself and chase after all of your wildest dreams, hone in on your talent, and freely be… you. That’s all you could have ever asked for and more, and Gonta gifted that all to you.

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma talked about his familyoften, about how he lost all of them and developed trust and abandonmentissues. It was a story that broke your heart but allowed you to vent about yourown familial troubles, even though they didn’t amount to his own.

No matter what, though, he listened intently. He listened to every aching,angry word. He would remain silent when you ranted and Ryoma quickly became theone person you could talk to about these sorts of things.

Your family had a plan for you and was determined to force you to carry on their line of jobs, the ‘family business.’ That’s just not something that has ever interested you, though. You had other talents and things you were passionate about that you longed for and wanted to work towards instead.

Of course, your family never understood this. They wouldn’t ever come around and see things from your point of view and there was nothing you could do about it.

For a long time, you thought you would be stuck like this, working somewhere you despised. In an impulsive surge of confidence, though, you applied for a local school that fostered your talent and would help you grow your skills and swiftly got accepted.

You were thrilled to bits, but this was a grave mistake. Your family didn’t reciprocate your excitement and instead took the liberty of disowning you completely.

Distraught and heartbroken, you trudged up to your boyfriend’s house and called Ryoma, telling him that you were outside. He quickly met you at the door with open arms, sensing thatsomething was wrong before he even laid eyes on you. But he wouldn’t press, especially if you didn’t want totalk about it.

“It’s late,” he says as he stared off into the dark night sky and glanced at the clock.True, it was unusual for you to come over at this time of night, but where elsewere you supposed to go? You nodded silently – your throat felt tight, like itwas closed up and words were unable to come out.

Ryoma was growing increasingly concerned although he hid his emotions from you.He didn’t want to do anything to upset or alarm you any further.

After he welcomed you inside, you curled up in a ball on his couch. He lived alone so your sobs didn’t botheranyone, not even Ryoma, as you placed your head in his lap and let your tearscarry you away.

The longer you cried started to tucker you out and you became exhausted, but you knew you had some explaining to do. You couldn’t simply show up at his doorstep unannounced at this hour, start crying, and not expect some form of reasoning. Ryoma watched you with curious, saddened eyes, so you sat up and took in a sharp breath, preparing yourself for what was about to come.

Then, everything came tumbling out. He was genuinely shocked - he knew your family wasn’t full of the greatest people on Earth, but he never expected them to disown you.

He sat there, baffled and bewildered. Pulling you closer, Ryoma protectively held you and hushed your sobs. “It’s okay now, you’re safe. I promise I won’t ever treat you like that.”

His words were flat yet sympathetic. He wasn’t the type of person to be extremely gushy or soft, but he couldn’t help it - he genuinely felt for you in your situation. How could he not?

It’s not like you didn’t know that already, though. “I love you, (Y/N), and I promise you, everything is going to be okay. From here on out, you don’t have to worry about that. I will support you no matter what, unconditionally, for as long as we both live. Whatever you want to do with your life, I will stand behind you.”

Those words were all you needed to hear. Before you could start sobbing again, Ryoma pulled you into him and buried your face into his chest. You gripped him tightly as he placed a kind kiss on your forehead.

“Everything will be okay, I’ll make sure of it.” You feel his smile against your head, and for the first time you feel as though you had a solid support system behind you. For the first time in awhile, you feel like you can express yourself and not be afraid.

- Mod Rantaro

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #ndrv3 imagines #killing harmony #shuichi saihara #saihara shuichi #ouma kokichi #kokichi ouma #rantaro amami #amami rantarou #kiibo #kaito momota #korekiyo shinguuji #gonta gokuhara #ryoma hoshi

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p l e a s e can you do one where kokichi and s/o get into a bad fight so the others somehow force them to make up in like a cute way? + angst!!

I’ve been dying to write some angst lately, so I hope you like it!

Ouma Kokichi & S/O Making Up After a Fight (Angst)!

You loved your boyfriend to death, but he could be a realpain at times. You did love his sense of humor and the way he got under yourskin in the most loving, playful way – but sometimes, Ouma took things too farand didn’t know when to stop pushing your buttons.

Your hormones were starting to get the best of you and you were feeling moreblue today than usual, craving his physical affection. However, Ouma decided to prank you by pretending to ignore you,though he obviously underestimated the effects that this would have.

Slinking around the corner whilst trying to find his presence, he veers awayfrom you as soon as he notices you approaching.

You call his name in a playful tone, though your expression gave it away: he could tell just by looking at you that you were feeling a little down. “Kokichi, babe… will you c’mere?” You maintain an upbeat tone and when he doesn’t respond, you press onward, “Babe!”

“You just keep talking, I’m trying to work.” He retorts coldly while turning awayfrom you, repressing his smile even though the corners of his lips werebeginning to point upwards. You furrow your brows angrily at him, “I’m justtrying to spend time with you, I haven’t been feeling the best lately and-”

“I didn’t know I asked.” He says bluntly without looking at you. That was thecomment that sent you over the edge.

While trying to refrain from sobbing, you take in a sharp breath and stomp yourfoot as you become more direct. “What’s gotten into you? You’re acting ruderthan usual,” Clearly, you didn’t catch onto his humor and your emotions got the best of you.

“So what? You always come to me whenever you’re feeling slightly down, well Ihave a life outside of you.” Ouma’s words cut you like a knife and you stoodthere in disbelief, chest paints resonating through your aching heart. Eachword hurt more than the last, a pang of doubt and guilt washing through yourbody.

Ouma thought you’d be able to tell that he was just joking, and he would flash you a smile and chime, “Just kidding!”

“Please,” You try one more time but he didn’t say a word. He keeps up the act, nearing his limit before he would finally turn his attitude around.

Your next sentence caught him off-guard and made him realize that you weren’t joking with him this time. “Go fuck yourself, Kokichi.”

He felt awful, and tried calling for you as you stormed out of his home, grabbing your belongings in a frantic huff as you did so. Ouma was filled with concern, wondering if he took it too far this time.

Then, he messaged several of his closest friends, including Kaede, Maki, and Saihara, asking them for advice. They all encouraged him to talk to you but… how could he do that? He was just trying to make a joke, he wasn’t being serious but now you were genuinely angry with him.

Damnit, he should’ve been more sensitive when he realized how upset you truly were. He told his friends that there was no way he could ever make this up to you and that’s when an idea danced through Kaede’s mind.

The Pianist orchestrated the whole thing and got your entire class involved. They spent days planning and decorating a small, unused Storage Closet in the back of Hope’s Peak, with permission of course.

On Friday after school, they set their plan into motion.

Maki pushed the little man into the tiny, cramped room. Ouma put up a fight theentire time. “Why the fuck are you dragging me over here?” But she said nothing as she shoved him inside and locked the door.

He was going to turn around and beat on it until she let him out, cursing at her under his breath. He was already frustrated enough - you two haven’t spoken in days and it was driving him up a wall.

But then, he paused as the lights flickered on and revealed a gorgeous setting. His heartstopped when the string of fairy lights illuminated the silk-clad table in thecenter of the room, two chairs sitting across from one another. In the centerof the table was a small, dimly lit candle as the aroma of flowers filled theair and he noticed the bouquets lining the table and fresh flower petals forming a path on the ground.

Ouma sucked in a deep breath, not dwindling on his situation for long. Hemarched towards the door and he had half a mind to kick it down with as muchforce as possible, since he knew it would likely be locked, before a meek voiceechoed from the opposite side.

His stomach twisted into knots and suddenly the room felt tighter, like all ofthe air was suddenly swept away. His throat closed up and his palms weredripping with sweat, heart racing faster than ever before. This new achingfeeling filled Ouma’s body and he froze when the door cracked open, revealing…

“Why are you walking me over here? Guys…”

You stopped mid-sentence and your boyfriend couldn’t be more agitated right now.“K-Kokichi?”

He hung his head, shyly wiping his palms on his white pants before spinning onhis heels. He went to say something, anything, to you – but his confidence diedbefore he could even force a sentence.

Even the words he recited over and over in his bedroom these past few nights disappeared as his mind went blank. Theclicking of the door behind you signaled that the two of you were now stuckhere together.

You partially wished you would have just stayed away, backed into the oppositecorner as far away from Ouma as possible. Your world felt like it was spinning.Was he always this handsome? Or have you been taking him for granted?

“Did you do this?” You ask, a faint smile appearing on your lips. Your eyestwinkled with hope and wonder, surprised that he would go to such great lengthsfor you.

You stood there with your arms crossed, patiently waiting for an answer. ButOuma didn’t know what you wanted to hear and panicked. He kept telling himselfto just say something – anything at all!

“Like Hell! I wouldn’t fucking go to all this trouble and…”

He could have said anything but not… that. Any trace of hope left your eyes as the words fell from his lips andhe scratched the back of his neck as an embarrassed blush appeared on hischeeks.

He continued to be the fuck up he knew he was and say all of the wrong things.Ouma was cursing himself in his head, ripping out his hair and wondering whythe Hell he’d say something like that.

“Fuck… I mean, they did. I guess, our… friends did this,” he hissed.Your eyes trailed down to the floor, a bit disappointed. An uncomfortablesilence fell between the two of you.

Who did this, then? Whose idea was it? And why would they intervene with ourpersonal problems? How did they know that your relationship was on the rocks?Did Kokichi really have nothing to do with this? Would he have ever donesomething like this for me in the first place?

Your mind raced with questions that slowly spiraled into a more self-deprecatingthought-process and you bit your lip as you desperately tried to banish thosethoughts away and enjoy this moment.

But Ouma was going through a different kind of mental turmoil.

Why was he sweating so much? Should he have done this for you in the firstplace? Why didn’t he think of this? Were you always this beautiful? What kindof question is that, damnit… Why did his heart feel so heavy, like it wascaught in his chest and he could spit it onto the floor? Why couldn’t hebreathe?

“It’s… really nice.” You crack the silence, your voice sounded thick and thecompliment forced. Ouma cleared his throat and nodded slowly, avoiding alleye-contact with you. That earned a scoff from you; his… partner? Ex? Bestfriend? Or just a friend anymore? Not even that? He didn’t know.

“Can you stop that?” Your voice was cross and your jaw locked, stirring aconfused glance from Ouma. He was unsure if you were angry with him and hedidn’t know what you were alluding to.

Sensing his confusion, you press onward. “You have this sick, sad look on yourface and I don’t like it. You never look like that so if you have something tosay then… say it! I’m sick of guessing and second-guessing, wondering. It’s allI’ve done for days now!”

You continued to rant and your words snapped him back into reality. He reallyhas been neglecting you, huh? Hell, it was his friends who had to talk him intomaking up with you. It was his idea to pull the shitty joke, prank, whatever inthe first place. It wasn’t even funny and you didn’t deserve it. Any of it.

In fact, you deserved better – better than he was or ever could be.

Ouma hastily glanced around the room once more, staring at the decorations.That wasn’t the reaction you were looking for, though.

“You can’t even look me in the eye, Kokichi!”

Finally, he blinked and his eyes settled on your… beautiful figure. Then, hefinally snapped. He couldn’t look at you anymore and just not say anything.“What do you want from me?!” He ripped his hands from his sides and his voicecracked intensely, “I don’t know what the fuck you want!”

“Maybe, just maybe, you could act like you care sometimes!” You were bothfeeling the intensity of the situation as it continued escalating, and Oumaseethed. He just couldn’t stand to look at you in the same way anymore.

But you carried on, still pushing all of his little buttons. “Is it so hard toshow your appreciation for something, anything, for once instead of being sorude?” You took a step forward to finally see him in good light, where younoticed his tear stained cheeks and dark circles from his lack of sleep. Youcould finally catch his scent and knew he hasn’t been showering or taking careof himself, either, and that’s when you knew… he was just as much of a wreckthese past couple days as you have been.

“Yes!” He yells back, his voice giving out. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me!I don’t know how to be a boyfriend, especially yours – someone as kind andgenerous as you! I haven’t slept, ate, or done anything but sit around andthink about you for days, (Y/N)!” Once Ouma started, he wasn’t able to stop,but his words took you back and nearly knocked you off your feet.

You blink, “M-me?” Finally realizing that he, too, has been struggling.

“Yes, you! I am trying, (Y/N)! I want to go back to the hand-holding and kissingbut it doesn’t feel like I can! How do I make this work?” He threads hisfingers through his hair, forming fists at his scalp and turning to face away from you again before his kneesquivered and gave out because he didn’t want you to see how distraught he trulywas. “I fucked up and I mistreated you! I’m sorry, is that it? I’m not what youneed, I get it!”

All you could do was stand there, beside yourself, and stare at the man who wasalways so confident and cocky – now collapsed to his knees on the floor. Hewasn’t sure how you were able to do this to him, all he knew is that youdeserved the world and he couldn’t give that to you.

“What… what do you mean?” Your breath hitched and suddenly, your eyes felt wetand stung from a sharp pain. But Ouma didn’t know what he meant or what he felt anymore;he didn’t know what to do.

All of these feelings were building up inside him like a symphony of emotionsfinally reaching their climax.

Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned his head slightly to see whatlooked to be an angel smiling back at him. He smelled your scent and it broughta wave of calmness over his racing mind.

“Let’s… talk,” you offer but Ouma simply shook his head.

“You deserve better,” he bit his bottom lip as he repeats himself. That waswhat has been floating around his head and all he could think about for thepast several nights. You truly didn’t deserve everything he gave to you, especially not the nasty things he said - and out of what? Shitty humor? Jokes? You didn’t deserve to be the butt of all his jokes, either.

“If I don’t deserve you, then it’s because you’re so amazing,” your words wereheartfelt but still went in one ear and out the other. Ouma shakes his head again, “If I’m soamazing then why can’t I stop being so shitty towards everyone I love?”

You sigh and finally drop down to his level, wrapping your arms around hisframe and burying your face in his shoulder, nuzzling your nose into hisclothed skin. “No, you aren’t, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed myproblems onto you or make you feel like the bad guy. We both said some prettybad things… we’re both the bad guys in this situation and that’s okay, we haveto learn from it.”

He almost laughed because he felt like the bad guy all the time. But… could youtwo really work through it? You knew he wasn’t a bad person, he just didn’tknow when to stop and sometimes took his own humor too far. Ouma needed tolearn how to express himself better like you needed to learn to relax sometimesand not let him get under your skin as easily.

“I can’t reverse all of my bad habits overnight…” he mutters, but this receivesa small giggle from you. “We have all the time in the world if you’re ready.”

He doesn’t know what else to say, and fully enveloped his arms around you. Hischeeks were flushed and he swore to be a better man, for you and the sake ofyour relationship. Your chests were pressed together, no space between your bodies, and he feltyour increasing heartbeat against his own. Your breath against his neck sent awave of relief over him.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Ouma curled his fingers around your clothesand let the tears burn his eyes and skin. The world felt like it was againsthim.

“It’s okay, I got you.” Ouma twisted in your arms despite your soothing words,and he started to tremble like a leaf. He hated this new feeling of discomfort. Isthis what vulnerability felt like?

“I got you, it will be okay.” You continued cooing into his ear and he feltlike you were lying to him. But… your voice was genuine and your face wasserious. Maybe, just this once, he needed to put his trust into someone else.

Ouma tightened his grip on you because he needed your embrace more thananything he has ever felt before. Then, he mumbled, “We can get through thistogether.”

You happily hum against him, nodding in agreement as your eyes close with relief. Hefinally got it, finally understood. You two would both better yourselves andlearn from this.

Ouma looked into your eyes as you finally smashed your lips into his. He cavedin, letting you take control and melted into your arms. He didn’t care if hefelt weak anymore, he needed this. And he kissed back, molding his lips againstyours as if he didn’t need the air, as if your lips were water and he wasdehydrated.

“You’re amazing, Kokichi,” you mutter against his mouth, “I do love you.”

He finally pulled away and broke the kiss. “I love you, too, (Y/N). You’re my person and you meaneverything to me, I hope you know that.” Though he was a liar who got onother’s nerves, this was the farthest thing from a lie. Ouma put his heart onhis sleeve and let all of his feelings finally fall out of his chest.

“I know, Kokichi.” That’s all he needed to hear. A smile spread across hisface, and mirrored the same strong, determined look on your expression. You standfirst, helping him to his feet, and looked at him as if you would take thisworld by storm together, making it yours.

And he believed you.

Then, on the other side of the door, you each heard faint clapping and cheersfrom your classmates. Kaede’s pretty voice exclaimed, “We did it guys!”

Ouma went to make a snarky comment before remembering that he was going tobetter himself, so he bit his tongue with remorse. Oh well, if it wasn’t for them then… whoknows where you two would be right now.

- Mod Rantaro

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #ndrv3 imagines #killing harmony #ouma kokichi #oma kokichi #kokichi ouma

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imaginedanganronpa · 5 years

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omg! who are your favorite MHA characters ??? also I would support you if you branched out + I love MHA so :)

Good to know!! But Tamaki Amajiki (my actual baby that I’d die for) and Todoroki Shouto are my two favorites and I’ve given up on trying to pick between them. Kaminari Denki, Momo Yaoyorozu, Dabi and Shinsou Hitoshi are my other favorites by far. :)

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A Question...

Okay, so this isn’t about Danganronpa or this Blog necessarily, but I’ve been considering something for the past several days now.

I finished Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia a few weeks ago and since then I’ve been really itching to write about it and those characters. I know this is a DR blog, but I’m really considering sprinkling some BNHA content on here, or making a sideblog. Hell, I might even make an AO3 account or something, I’m not sure though; I much prefer Tumblr’s format.

I just don’t know if that’s something you guys would be interested in, and I certainly wouldn’t turn this into a BNHA blog entirely. But I’ve fallen in love with this series, to the point where I love it as much as Danganronpa, and I want to write about my favorite characters so bad lol. I might test the waters and write something, just to see how it goes, I’m really not sure though. Again, I want to keep this as a DR blog and I don’t know if I want to run two imagines accounts at once because that feels overwhelming, but I might. If I post on here then BNHA content would be few and far in between, more of a side-hobby while DR would remain at the center of my Blog.

I think I’m going to open my Ask for feedback and responses to this ONLY, so please DON’T send in Requests right now, they’ll be deleted!! I just want some feedback or suggestions; or feel free to reply under this post. I hope this isn’t too strange or out of the blue.

#im o b s e s s e d #like yall ive been reading bnha writings lately and ahh!#bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #danganronpa #mod speaks

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Can you please do Yandere Angie x Kaede headcanons?

I love Yandere Angie, she’s so fun to write. I hope you like it!

Yandere!Angie Yonaga x Kaede Akamatsu!

While Angie can be a bit of an airhead sometimes, she just couldn’t help herself the first time she saw Kaede and she knew instantly that she was feeling the affects of love at first sight. Her mind went blank and she dropped everything she was doing.

She had never fallen for anyone before and this all new fluttery feeling in her chest caused her stomach to churn into knots. Angie doesn’t fall very easily, either, since she devotes so much of her time to Atua and didn’t want anyone or anything to take her from that.

But she simply had to talk to Kaede - she was convinced that Kaede was Atua reincarnate, in the flesh. She was so beautiful and so perfect, everything about the blonde surpassed that of a normal human being. She had to be a God, or at least an angel.

Angie kept her distance for awhile, whilst maintaining a close eye on the Pianist. She would sit outside of the Music Room when she knew that her love was in there and doodle sketches of her, mentally memorizing the songs Kaede played and humming them to herself later.

She would follow Kaede around school, an intense feeling of hatred and jealously filling her chest whenever the girl spoke to Saihara or Rantaro. What was so special about them?

Angie eventually gained the confidence to follow her home, outside of school. She mentally noted the route to get to Kaede’s house; she became alarmed when small doodles and mini-paper origami figures started appearing on her doorstep.

Angie made them as offerings, or gifts, to her lover. She became obsessed and all of her art from thereafter revolved around Kaede. She made paintings and murals that she hung on her wall of Kaede’s beautiful face and body, painting her soaring through the clouds with angel-wings on her back.

The anonymous artworks were beautiful but became increasingly disturbing, soon showing images of an unknown figure holding Kaede with ominous notes scribbled into the corner of the pages.

Angie was determined to bring the girl onto her side; once she finally got to talk to her and could show her the ways of Atua and her religion, she would join her cult and the two would fall in love!

The Artist finally spoke to her one morning before class and admittedly, Kaede thought her behavior was odd but failed to make the connection between Angie and her anonymous admirer.

She was even more ethereal up-close…

But, unfortunately, Kaede showed no interest in joining her religion. That was fine, though, Angie could pray to Atua, asking him to change Kaede’s mind. All she needed was a few sacrifices…

Because, whether she liked it or not, Kaede would join her; by force if necessary.

And Angie would just take the blood sacrifices from others, even if it meant killing them! She had already scoped out the perfect targets…

Why, Saihara and Rantaro, of course! This would also eliminate her competition since Kaede loved talking to the two wretched boys…

As time passed, Angie built a shrine to the girl she loved. It was in her Bedroom, filled with art she has made, photos she had taken unbeknownst to Kaede, samples of her hair and clothes… little things she has taken overtime. In the center sat a large sculpture she made in Kaede’s likeness that she would pray to, cling onto, as she ran her fingers along its soft edges - harnessing her affections onto the sculpture.

And she prayed to the shrine each night, but nothing seemed to work. Kaede’s feelings about her and her faith never changed…

That made Angie very angry. So unfathomably angry that she followed those two stupid boys home after school and simply… took their blood.

The blonde was discouraged when neither of her closest friends came to school the next morning, but Angie was there to comfort her and be her shoulder to cry on! And pretty soon, her sacrifices would be accepted by the Gods who would then change Kaede’s pretty mind.

But the Pianist reacted painfully, in horror and shock when she discovered that both of her friends were found dead, blood splattered all over the walls, this morning. Their homeroom teacher broke the news with a heavy, hanging head. No one could believe it, except for Angie of course.

A sadistic smirk formed on her face… they both bled so much; they made wonderful sacrifices! But, why was Kaede so upset? Shouldn’t Atua be on her side? Why wasn’t she happy? Why was she resenting her, turning away from Angie? Why did she stare at her with such a horrified look on her face? Why Kaede?

Angie did all of this for her! So why didn’t she love her already?!

Snapping her pencil angrily, the Artist followed Kaede out of the Classroom and into the Girl’s Bathroom where she released an unsettling laugh as her mental state finally snapped.

“Nyahaha! Kaede… come out, I did this for you! Atua told me to!”

The blonde just couldn’t understand why anyone would do this and finally connected the dots. The strange artworks that confessed one’s love to her and Angie’s talent, the look in her eye… God, if only she had noticed before and maybe her two best friends wouldn’t be dead right now.

Angie swung each stall door open until stumbling across the one Kaede was crouching in, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. The Artist kneels down to eye level, her gaze was intense and unstable; her smile stretched across her entire face.

“Don’t be like that, Kaede… I did this for you, because… I love you.”

- Mod Rantaro

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #ndrv3 imagines #killing harmony #yandere #angie yonaga #kaede akamatsu #angie yonaga x kaede akamatsu #i dont know what their ship name is oof

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imaginedanganronpa · 5 years

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can i get one where rantaro and his s/o plan a date that gets rained out so they have coffee and cuddles on a rainy day???

This literally happened to my boyfriend and I over this past weekend lol, this was a cute Request. Enjoy!

Rainy Day Coffee & Cuddles with Rantaro Amami!

You sat cross-legged on the couch,staring outside of the window, the sky gloomy and pouring outside. Yourboyfriend, Rantaro, was staring bitterly outside, propped against thewindow-sill with his angry, burning skin pressed against the cool glass.

He sighed with disappointment, his shoulders drooping and back forming an arch.You stand, bare feet hitting the wooded floor, as you slowly make your waytowards him and wrap your arms around his waist from behind. He felt you sighagainst his back whilst your breath brushed past his pierced ear, blowing hishair slightly.

“I’m sorry,” Rantaro swallowed thickly. Narrowing your gaze, you turn to himbut he refuses to look you in the eye.

“Why are you apologizing?” You hummed against his back, continuing, “you don’tcontrol the weather, ‘Taro.”

He nodded slowly, his gaze shifting to the floor. Suddenly, Rantaro’s eyesdarted back to the window again and held his longing stare. The forecast liedand what was supposed to be a bright, sunny day turned into the exact opposite.The rain poured heavily, never seeming to let up and flooded the streets. Thetwo of you were hopeful that it would lighten earlier this morning but that hope soon deteriorated since it continued to rain just as hard, even hours later.

“I know you were really looking forward to this, that’s all.” It’s true, thetwo of you don’t get to go on dates often but you were supposed to attend anoutdoor concert and festival this evening.

You voiced your desire to Rantaro earlier in the week to get out of the houseand go on a date, and he agreed – not because he shared your burning desire toleave the house or even wanted to attend the festival, but because he saw theway your eyes lit up, sparkling with excitement.

He peeked over his shoulder and noticeably shrugged, “Oh well, I guess there’salways some other time…” his voice trailed off, a resigning sigh escaped hislips.

Then, in a sudden shift of emotions, Rantaro turned on his heels and wrappedhis arms around your waist, lifting you up off the ground with ease. Your nowblushing face was a mixture of giggles and shock, your body pressed flushagainst his own.

“Ran…taro?!” You exclaim. He couldn’t say he was entirely disappointed – yes,he was beating himself up because he couldn’t take you out like you wanted, butat least the two of you didn’t have to leave the comforting warmth of your bed.

Tipping over, he turned 180 degrees at the last second and crashed onto the mattress withyou now on top of him. There was a small bounce when you hit the mattress,followed by a wrenching squeak which certainly couldn’t correlate to a positive thing.

You beamed down at Rantaro lovingly, running your hands through his greenlocks. Closing his eyes in pleasure, he purred against your touch, reveling inthe feeling of your fingers entwined with his wild hair. “I say we have our ownpersonal date,” you chime.

“Hmph?” He opens one eye, regarding you curiously, “what do you mean, (Y/N)?”

Without another word, you spring out of the bed and left your boyfriend togroan at the sudden loss of warmth, already missing your touch. He hearddistant sounds of cabinet doors opening and pondered what you could possibly belooking for.

He nearly called for you impatiently, staring at the blank white ceiling,before raising an eyebrow. Minutes passed and his curiosity overcame hislethargy. Summoning a massive amount of effort, Rantaro lazily rolled out ofbed and shuffled towards your tiny kitchen with his hands shoved into hispajama pants. Peeking into the small room, he watched you dance from onecabinet to the other, apparently not noticing his presence.

Outside, it poured harder, the sky was nearly black. Leaning against the wall,Rantaro admired you – he studied the way your toes curled on the floor and theway you swayed happily from foot to foot. He started to itch for the feeling ofyour body pressed into his again, so he padded over to you as silently aspossible and snaked his arms around your waist, much like you had done to himbefore.

You jumped against him from the sudden contact. “Wha-?! ‘Taro?!” You release asqueak but he didn’t care, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck andleaving a few kisses behind. He savored your sweet scent, his breath fannedagainst your skin coolly.

“You were taking too long to come back to me…” he hums, lips brushing by yoursensitive ear. Chuckling, you retort, “I was only gone for a few minutes!”

“Felt like twenty to me,” he shrugged, obviously over-exaggerating. He glanceddown at what you had been making – a delightful aroma of cinnamon coffee waftsup to him. You sense his intense desire to drink your homemade brew then andthere and ease his mind, “No, no, wait, I’m almost done.”

Rantaro was impatient, though, and as you were pouring the coffee into a mug,he snatched it playfully and took a sip, his eyes mischievously meeting yours.Once again, you call him by the nickname he has grown to love so much, “’Taro!”

“Yes?~” He coos innocently, a smirk appearing on his lips. You rolled youreyes, causing his proud smirk to get wiped off his face; he worried that youwere actually upset with him.

His alarm was quickly replaced by a soft fluff of whip-cream getting shovedinto his face, covering his reddening nose. His eyes widened, clearly he didn’t see you holding thesmall whipped-cream container behind your back and you burst into laughter athis bewildered expression.

“Hm, cat got your tongue?” You asked, stealing his smirk. He nodded, afaint smile on his face. “Very funny, (Y/N).” He leaned forward and pressed hislips to yours, transferring some of the whipped-cream onto your nose, andcupped one cheek with his hand, the other gripped your hip.

You smile into the kiss, despite the fact that both of your faces were nowmessy. Rantaro wasn’t done yet, though, and ran his hands along your sideswhich created a tickling sensation. He nipped at your lower lip, but before youcould deepen the kiss, a clap of thunder echoed in the distance and caused youto yelp.

Rantaro’s arms tightened into a protective hold, “Are you okay?” He wasn’tscared of the storm but rather of your reaction, his face filling with worry.

“Mhm,” you nod, “it just surprised me.” You uncurl your hands from where yougrabbed onto his shirt in alarm, turning towards him to grab your cooling mugbefore inviting him to return to your bedroom.

Releasing you, he took another sip before following you closely. You sink intobed before tangling your legs together as your boyfriend pulled you into hislap. He placed his chin on the crook of your neck, both of you sighing as youwatched the worsening storm.

Even though the sky was in turmoil, harsh winds rocked the trees and rainthrashed against the windows, Rantaro still brought you peace. He was your own personal ray of sunshine when the rest of the world darkened with rain-clouds.

You settled into a comfortable, loving moment. No words needed to be said toconvey your love for one another. This is what you meant by your ‘own kind ofdate’ – your body pressed against his. Rantaro liked this much better than aloud festival, at least when he was feeling rather lazy like today.

Minutes passed in slow, tender silence. Your body loosened as your eyelids growheavy from drowsiness. Rantaro took the empty coffee mug from your hands beforeyour grip failed and you had the chance to spill it all over your shared sheets.He set both mugs on the bedside nightstand before leaning back with ahalf-asleep you in his arms.

You cuddled into his chest in a daze, and after shifting slowly and letting asmall sound escape your lips, he knew you had fallen asleep on top of him.

In return, he softly and romantically stroked your cheek with his thumb, gentlypushing away stray, ticklish strands of hair from framing your beautiful face.Placing a soft kiss to your temple, he sighed as his own body began to relaxand give out. Soon, his eyes closed and the sound of the rain lulled him tosleep as well.

But not before he whispered an, “I love you,” into your ear. It didn’t matterif you were asleep and wouldn’t hear his comment – that wouldn’t stop him fromtelling you anyway.

- Mod Rantaro

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Can I request the NDRV3 guys reacting to their little daughter asking them to play tea party with her?

This was precious, I hope you enjoy!

V3 Boys Reacting to Their Daughter Asking Them To Play Tea Party with Her!

Saihara Shuichi

Saihara was a busy man who wasstacked up to his neck with work due to his job. That’s just something you signup for when becoming a Detective, though; especially if you’re number one.

And as much as he enjoyed his title as the Ultimate Detective and loved hiswork, he simultaneously hated it because it prevented him from spending timewith his daughter – at least, less than he would like.

He didn’t want to neglect her or simply not be in her life, though. As herubbed his forehead angrily, burying his face in the palm of his hands andclenching his fists tightly, the small padding of footsteps caught Saihara’sattention.

Perking up, he watched the heavy door leading into the Study swing open as hisseven-year-old daughter came bounding into the room. She was adorning a frillydress and a princess tiara, stuffed animal in one hand and a plastic teacup inthe other.

Just the sight alone brought a smile to Saihara’s face. He extends her arms and pullsher into a hug, when she asked, “Will you play tea party with me, Daddy?”

He sighed and glanced back at his unfinished work. He still had a lot to do andwas growing tired, but how could he say no to her? So, he wordlessly noddedwhich caused her to bounce with excitement, abruptly taking his hand andforcefully dragging him out of the Study.

“It’s getting late, sweetheart,” he pleads but she wasn’t listening. “It’snever too late for a tea party! And I never get to see Daddy…”

The second sentence caused Saihara’s chest to grow tight, his heart sank into his stomach. She was persistent and, truthfully, she wasn’t wrong. He was lead backto her bedroom where she already set up the miniature table, two stuffedanimals sat across from each other, whilst two empty chairs were on theopposite sides.

Saihara took one chair and slid in, the space was tight but he managed. His daughter slipped into the chair across from him and started to pretend like she was pouring tea into a cup, then raised the plastic teacup to her lips, and while it was empty she pretended to take a sip.

Handing the other to her father, Saihara smiled and thanked her, following her actions and pretending alongside her. She giggled and asked him what he was doing, but he refused to tell her the gory details about his Cases. Instead, he dismissed the question by stating, “Boring work stuff.”

But sitting across from her like this, right now, reminds him of why he does what he does and why he works so hard - it was all for her. And keeping her happy was his main goal in life; if that meant Saihara would have to drink invisible tea and sit uncomfortably close to the ground at a plastic table, then so be it.

Suddenly, his daughter jumped up and pouted. He was taken aback by this, freezing in place. “You’re doing it wrong!” She exclaimed before her little legs ran over to her father. Her short fingers wrapped around his much larger hand and she stared into the teacup he was holding.

He was confused until she said, “Pinky out!” whilst demonstrating with her own hand. A chuckle escaped his lips and Saihara followed suit, raising the small cup to his lips again.

“That was delicious,” he smiled warmly, “now someone needs to go to bed.” He stood after they had ‘finished’ their tea and started guiding his daughter away from the table, gently holding one of her hands before lifting her up and tucking her in.

“You need to sleep, too, Daddy!” She said, rather matter-of-fact. She was right, and Saihara nodded. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he switched off the lights and mumbled, “Goodnight, Princess,” before shutting the door.

Ouma Kokichi

If nothing else, he was determinedto be anything other than a ‘traditional’ father; he wanted to be the cool dad,the one she would brag to all her friends about when she was older.

But unfortunately, Ouma doesn’t get to spend as much time with her as he wouldlike. Between DICE, his organization and work, he wasn’t home nearly as oftenas he wanted to be. He missed a lot of major events in her life so far, likeher first words and first steps, but he wanted to start turning that around.

Ouma came home one night, exhausted from this evening’s events, and collapsedon his bed. That’s when his little girl came running into his room, jumping onthe bed beside him and tugging on his white tapered sleeve. “Daddy, come on!”

He groaned a little since it was late and he wondered why she was still wideawake. Asking her this, she jutted her lip out and pouts, “I stayed up andwaited for you to come home…”

Her response caused Ouma’s smile to disappear and he genuinely felt awful.Then, she started dragging him out of bed, or trying to anyway. “Will you play tea-party withme?”

Normally, he wouldn’t indulge her this late at night and would reprimandher for staying up past her bedtime, but he wanted to spend time with her andclearly she put in a lot of effort for him.

So, he follows the five-year-old to her play-room where she already set up thesmall pink table with stuffed animals sittingin the chairs, two empty chairs sat across from each other.

Ouma took one seat, having to slightly tuck in his knees to fit at the tiny table.He was a bit too over-enthusiastic and dramatic, he put on an accent to really get into character. That, and he knew that it would make his daughter laugh.

He curiously watched her begin to ‘pour’ the tea into the little plastic cups. Nothing actually came out of the teapot, of course, she was only pretending after all. Regardless, Ouma graciously accepted the teacup and told her to be, “Careful not to spill it!”

He went all in, really honing in on the tea-party play-date. He didn’t even complain when she stood and placed a princess tiara on his head.

It was moments like these where he wished he wasn’t as busy with his organization, that he could have more play-dates with her. She looked so happy and kept saying that she was glad that he was home.

As Ouma raised the empty teacup to his lips and pretended to take a drink, his hands suddenly shook and he yanked his hand back down to the table, ‘spilling’ the tea as his free hand flew to his mouth.

This obviously alarmed his daughter, who jumped up with a loud gasp and rushed to her father’s side. “It burned my tongue!” He exclaimed whilst sticking his tongue out at her.

She couldn’t hold back the fit of giggles that followed, bringing a smile to Ouma’s face. “There wasn’t actually tea in there, silly!” Maybe she wasn’t old enough to grasp onto his humor, but she still laughed and that was his main goal.

The two shared a bonding moment before he glanced at the clock and saw that it was past midnight. Informing her that they needed to wrap things up since it was late, she pouted and tears started to form in her eyes. Ouma placed loving hands on her shoulders, telling her that everything would be okay and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Will you sleep in here?” I miss Daddy,” she asked with hopeful eyes. Sighing, Ouma nodded and nestled into the small bed, his daughter following closely behind.

She lays directly on top of his chest, his arms wrapped around her small frame and the two drifted into a peaceful sleep. Times like these are the ones that he savors the most.

Rantaro Amami

It’s no surprise that Rantaro isan amazing father – the best. When he found out that his child was going to bea girl, he knew he would have an easy time since he’s already had so muchexperience with his sisters. He practically raised them, anyway.

Needless to say, this isn’t his first tea party. He was used to these kinds of things by now.

His daughter was obsessed with anything and everything girly – hair, nails, shewanted to dabble in makeup but Rantaro told her that she was too young; so,instead, he bought her a child’s glittery makeup kit. What can he say? He’s apushover when it comes to her.

He let her do all sorts of things from putting the chemical-infused makeupall over his face, tying his hair in small ponytails, dressing him up, orpainting his nails. And Rantaro loved it – he loved seeing her happy and doingall of these things for her.

He was in the middle of cooking when his little girl came barreling into thekitchen, wrapping her arms around his waist. She was dressed up in a pink andpurple dress, which wasn’t unusual for her, and started to tug on her father’sshirt.

Glancing down, he was careful to not take his eyes off the stove but listenedto her intently. “Daddy! Come play tea party with me!” A smile spread across his faceand he stifled a giggle, patting her head as he told her that he would be there assoon as possible.

He didn’t want dinner to burn, but this fails to satisfy her. She marched away ina huff, puffing out her cheeks.

While he was cooking, Rantaro took the liberty to go ahead and make real teafor their party as well. When he was finished, he brought her a small plate of dinner and the warm teapot, then gracefully slid into the tiny table.

She also informed him thathe ‘wasn’t wearing the right clothes’ and dragged him to the drawer where shedidn’t hesitate to put him in a dress, over the clothes he was already wearing.

He didn’t mind one bit. Rantaro loved his little girl to death and this was just the price he had to pay that comes with fatherhood, though he was used to this kind of thing anyway. Now adorning ‘designer’ dress-up clothes and a tiara, he returned to the table and politely took the plastic teacup out of her small hands.

She watched him pour the real tea into the cup, clapping her hands feverishly in happy surprise, clearly not expecting there to actually be anything in the teapot. “Thank you, Daddy!” She cheered, bringing a smile to his face.

Rantaro sat uncomfortably at the table, bending forward slightly to fit. His daughter continued asking for more, and he took the responsibility of pouring it since he didn’t want her to burn herself or spill anything.

Once, though, she sat in his lap and he placed his larger hands on top of hers, and helped guide her in pouring the tea ever so carefully. She was incredibly focused and clapped for herself when they were finished, even though Rantaro did most of the work.

“You did it!” He smiled happily, and the two continued their spontaneous tea party with his daughter now nestled into his lap, wrapping her short arms around his neck and hugging her father closely.

Moments like these are when he is the happiest. He lifted his hands to gently stroke her hair, holding her firmly so that she wouldn’t wobble or fall. Tea parties and other play-dates that popped into her adventurous, creative mind were commonplace in their household and Rantaro was happy to entertain just about anything she wanted to do.

After this, he showed her how to make tea so that she could help him next time she wanted to have a tea party. Although, this was mainly her sitting on the counter, watching in awe as Rantaro loosely explained the steps so that she could understand. Even though it was a very basic drink to make that required minimum effort, she thought that her dad was the coolest man in the world to be able to do it!

And you know, maybe she was right.

Kiibo

Kiibo does everything he possiblycan to be a good father! After all, it took several tries to finally have hisdaughter, so he was determined to be the best dad he could be!

He did everything he possibly could for her, perhaps too much. He borderlinespoiled her but, in his eyes, she deserved it. It was difficult enough to bringher into this world so he refused to take her for granted.

That’s why Kiibo put up with all the girly things she wanted him to do. He didn’tmind if she wanted to play constantly and asked him to tag along because hewould go above and beyond to make her happy.

She marched into the Living Room and started poking Kiibo’s metal body,catching his attention which caused him to turn towards her whilst wearing abright smile. “Hi, sweetheart!” He cheers, and she radiates his smile. Then sheasked him a pressing question, “Will you play tea-party with me?”

It was so straight-forward that he accepted before fully realizing what wasasked, almost like a reflex. Suddenly, she was dragging him towards her play-roomwhere she started setting up the table and asked Kiibo if he would make realtea for them to use.

He politely declined since he was afraid that she may be too messy or clumsy,and accidentally spill it on him and mess up some of his hard-drives. That was thelast thing either of them wanted; plus, he couldn’t drink it anyway.

Even after he declined, she still thought he was the coolest dad ever – I mean, who else had a dad whocould fly? Who was an actual Robot? Some people may think it was weird, but sheloved it.

Kiibo did his best to keep up with her party, albeit a little confused. He didn’t understand the appeal of pretending to pour tea into plastic teacups and ‘drinking air’ as he put it. But he did everything he could for her, even if that means folding his body uncomfortably so that he could fit in the tiny chair and low table.

His daughter kept asking, “Want more?” She was only four-years-old now, so she was still working on her speaking skills. Graciously, Kiibo nodded, using his manners and mumbling, “Yes please.”

He extends his arm and watches her pretend to pour the drink, before she suddenly gasped. This caused Kiibo to flinch, concern filling his eyes as he asked what was wrong. “I spilled some!” She pointed at his arm, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Whew, she was just playing…

But… he can’t tell her that! He has to go along with it because he can’t ruin the moment! So, he gasped as well and covered his mouth. “Oh no!” He exclaimed, a bit too dramatically.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” She frowned, and Kiibo’s systems faltered. His daughter was still getting used to calling him that since he isn’t like other dads, being a Robot and all, so it took her longer to recognize him as her father. Although she loves him, she had to get used to calling him ‘dad’ so every time she does, his heart flutters a bit.

Having to hold back his smile, Kiibo went along with it. “It’s okay, sweetie, it didn’t get on anything important.” He warmly smiled at her, and she started to clap. Then, she jumped into his arms and hugged his neck tightly.

“That makes me happy,” she smiles. He hugged her back as gently as possible while resting his head on hers. That’s when she mumbled, “I love you, Dad,” and Kiibo nearly switched off.

That was possibly the sweetest thing ever. He sighed and let a few loose tears fall. He was just… so thankful for his growing family.

Kaito Momota

Kaito was a busy man but he alwaysmade time for his loved ones, especially his little daughter. He wanted nothing morethan to savor her youth and innocence, so he did everything in his power tospend as much time as possible with her.

He was also determined to be the resident ‘cool dad’ who went out of his wayfor his daughter. Part of that is just his big personality, but he also just wantedto be the best father he could be.

Secretly, he was a family-man who would go to war for them if he had to.

At first, Kaito didn’t like the ‘girly’ stuff. Whenever she wanted to do hishair, makeup, nails or anything else, he used to refuse; but he has sincegiven in because he wants to make her happy.

Slowly but surely, he came around and got used to those sorts of things. Kaitowould entertain all of her wildest dreams and fantasies, since he was a dreamerand had big aspirations of his own. It was the least he could do.

After all, she got her creative and persistent energy from him.

She jumped into his arms while he was working, surprising him and causing himto stumble backwards. Then, she started tugging on his free-hanging jacketsleeve, begging him to follow her.

Furrowing his brows, he became curious. “I want you to play tea-party with me!”She exclaimed happily, and Kaito bit his lip. He graciously smiled and acceptedher offer, though he was actually a little hesitant. He wouldn’t tell her that,though, and instead held her hand as she forcefully lead the way.

He scratched his head at first because he wasn’t sure how he would possibly fit in the tiny chair, but Kaito slumped low to the ground and tucked his knees to his chest with an, “Umph!”

He watched her pretend to pour tea into a teacup, handing him his own cup first because of ‘manners,’ even though there was nothing in it. Of course his child had a wild and active imagination, and that was something he was actually thankful for.

Kaito was careful as to not break or drop anything. He did his best to play pretend, though he sometimes forgot. He often sat there with the tiny teacup in hand, monitoring his daughter instead of ‘drinking’. She would grow snippy and tell him to drink, “before it gets cold!”

Her words caused him to chuckle a bit. She really got into the whole tea party thing and he did his best to entertain her, complimenting her on how delicious the invisible-tea was.

But his daughter soon grew bored of their tea party and asked Kaito if he would hold her. The sensitive suggestion caught him off-guard since she wasn’t the most affectionate child ever and that was typically unlike her.

He sat there, blinking momentarily while trying to process what she asked. Before he could respond, the little girl stood and then ran behind him, ducking under his large jacket and lifting it up, crawling underneath it and then hugging his side tightly as she hid beneath the jacket sleeve.

She pointed to the constellations and stars sewn into the inside of the jacket and Kaito started to point them out, going on a bit of a tangent. He used his free arm to hold her close, wrapping it around her shoulders lovingly.

They shared the bonding moment before her eyelids grew heavy and she was clearly ready for a nap. Kaito lifted her slowly and tucked her in bed, then quietly cleaned up the plastic table and tea-set that they left behind.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

Not too surprisingly, Korekiyoloved being a dad. He truly thrived with his daughter and wanted to give hereverything he had to offer. If he could, he would give her the world.

He adored even the most mundane, childish things with her. He didn’t mind ifshe put his hair up in a ponytail or brushed it, her stubby fingers trying to twirl it into a tangled braid; if she painted his nails or did his makeup, and he always made time for her. Korekiyo essentially went along with most things she wanted to do.

She burst into his Study, where he was in the midst of reorganizing his booksand collections, and asked him to follow her.

She was wearing a dress-upcostume and held a stuffed animal in one arm as a loose teacup hung from onefinger. Korekiyo tilted his head and silently followed her directions until she lead him to her play-room. He could tell that she had something up her sleeve.

“Will you play tea party with me?” He warmly smiled at her question, nodding underneath his mask. “Of course, Princess.”

Korekiyo kneels down at the table, trying to tuck his long legs underneath the plastic childish furniture though failing to find a comfortable position.

He got very into his role, even excusing himself to make real tea after she pretended to pour some into the cup. She was giddy with excitement when he returned with the actual drink, so that they could have an official tea party together.

Suddenly, she pointed at Korekiyo. “Daddy!” She exclaimed as if he would understand her point. Instead, he looked at her with a confused expression, so she huffed. “You have to take your mask off!”

Oh, right.

He was a very classy guy, sticking out his pinky and letting her pull his hair back and pin it as he sipped the green tea he just made. She insisted that she poured their drinks, and Korekiyo helped her hold the teapot steady so that she wouldn’t spill it on accident.

As they sat across from each other, he put on an accent and started to ramble on about tea parties, addressing her as ‘Miss’ or outright calling her a Princess. She was wearing a tiara after all, and she asked if she could give him one as well.

Korekiyo let her do whatever she wanted, smiling at her overactive imagination. He would do anything for her, adoring the simplicity in moments like these. He was surprisingly good with children and good at pretending, and this isn’t the first time she has asked to have a tea party with him.

She placed two stuffed animals in chairs, sitting on the other sides of the table, so there was four of them in total. She not only sparked a conversation with her father but with the animals as well, and Korekiyo joined in - trying to continue the conversation.

Although, he needed her to translate at times, he didn’t realize how big he was smiling at first.

He was effortlessly happy whenever his little girl was around and it was the moments like these that he found the most beauty in, and that he would cherish for the rest of his life. Together, the pair finished their tea party and he helped her clean up, however he left most of the work to her so she could learn to pick-up after herself.

Then, she threw herself into his arms and cheered, “We need to do that again!” Korekiyo chuckled and pat her head, “Yes, we do.”

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta loved his daughter to themoon and back and he would do almost anything for her. Recently, she’s been tryingnew things – mainly playing with his hair and trying to put it up though failing, but she had been joined at his hip while trying to convince him to try these new things with her.

In reality, she was just trying to have fun and expressing her childlike, girly side.

Gonta was determined to be the best father he could be, treating her like royalty and going above and beyond for her. He was very lenient and could easily play into all of her fantasies and scenarios she made up in her mind.

She found him in his own personal Study, filled with books about entomology,and started tugging on his sleeve. “Daddy, will you play with me?” Gonta did love playing with her and genuinely had a good time, so he accepted without hesitation and dropped everything he was doing.

Of course he would! It didn’t really matter what it was, Gonta would doanything for her.

He enthusiastically accepts and she burst into joy, her facetwisting into a wide grin as she tugged on his hand and lead him back to her play-room, undoubtedly her favorite room in the house. He wondered what she had up her sleeve this time around.

He saw the small tables set up and became increasingly curious. “Tea party!” She exclaimed cheerfully, and suddenly Gonta got excited.

Although, it was difficult to fit his large frame at the table. He gave up and scoots the chair away from the table, instead deciding to sit on the floor since there was no way he could make room.

Then, he watched with eyes filled with wonder as his little daughter poured ‘tea’ into the two miniature teacups. It was actually just air, which confused Gonta. Once she handed him his cup, he examined it carefully, asking her where it went.

Then, he turned the cup upside-down, which she did not appreciate, and peered underneath the cup. His daughter gasped and lunged forward, “You just poured it back out, Daddy!”

His eyes widened, “Gonta sorry! Not even see it!” She then snatched the cup out of his hands and poured some more invisible tea into the cup, telling him to be careful this time. She also grabbed a washcloth and wiped down the table where he had ‘spilled’ it, though nothing was actually there.

It finally clicked in Gonta’s mind that they were playing pretend and that she wasn’t actually drinking any tea, and he felt almost embarrassed. But he was a gentle giant who went along with all of his beloved daughter’s wildest imaginations.

Even when she started talking to her stuffed animals, who were also sat at the table, he went along with it and tried to hold a ‘conversation’ with them as well. She giggled, repetitively telling her father that that isn’t what they were saying. Regardless, he does his best.

Watching the large man sit at the tiny table, holding the even smaller teacup in his forefinger and thumb was actually quite hilarious. He was very careful with his movements, deliberate and trying to not break anything or make another ‘mess’ that his daughter would have to pretend to clean up.

Once they were finished, Gonta smiled and praised, “Yum!” whilst licking his lips. He truly was the best father he could be.

Ryoma Hoshi

Typically, Ryoma was a cold-hearted man– but the first thing to warm his heart in years was the most wonderfulgift he has ever received: his daughter.

Even if he wanted to act strong around her, he couldn’t. His knees would buckleand his heart would soften; she made him feel weak. But Ryoma isn’tcomplaining, he loves her and all he wants is to give her the world.

He was busy cleaning around the house when he felt a small tug on his clothes.Whirling around, the grinning face of his little girl was beaming up at him,and he could immediately tell that she wanted something. Tilting his head, hesunk down to her level and smiled at her softly.

“Daddy! Come play with me!” He almost said no since he was busy at the momentbut paused and caught himself. Ryoma couldn’t say no to her, of all people. Heneeded a break, anyway, so with a sigh he then followed her back to herplay-room.

She guides him back to the table where it was obvious that she was setting up atea party. She instructed Ryoma to sit at the table as she pretended to pour acup of tea, then took her place across from him.

He fit perfectly in the small seat, the table was leveled with him, a fact that made him slightly bitter. He promptly wiped the discerning look off of his face, though, and changed to a smile.

If anyone ever saw him like this, Ryoma’s reputation would be ruined. She was currently trying to find a dress-up item that he should wear, already placing a fuzzy pink tiara on his head. That, and her dress-up clothes surprisingly fit him, even over the clothes he was already wearing.

He goes along with it, though, doing anything for her. She was the only person who could make him feel warm so this was the least he could do. He wanted to be a good dad and a true family-man as well.

Ryoma goes out of his way for his daughter, wanting to protect her innocence. If drinking fake tea would do the trick, then he would do it every time. He slowly gets used to this and the girly stuff that she demanded of him, adjusting to his newfound dad-life.

He loved her greatly and loved spending time with her like this. They sat and drank tea for hours, as she blabbed on about the most random things. Regardless, Ryoma listened intently and tried his best to reciprocate and follow along, although it sometimes sounded like nonsense.

He stopped caring what others thought - if anyone criticized the normally cold, distant man for putting on a dress and tiara and having a tea party, then so be it.

Because Ryoma enjoyed this. He constantly praised his daughter and told her that the tea was wonderful, and she’d happily beam back at him. “Thank you! I made it myself!”

Her sweet comments brought a smile to his face, and a genuine smile at that. He brought the teacup to his lips, pretending to take another drink as she poured a second glass. Then, she pouted her lip and mumbled, “Uh-oh, it’s almost gone.” Frowning, she shrugged her shoulders and raised her cup once more as well.

Her words and reactions melted his heart, something that only his daughter was able to do.

Leaning forward, he clinked their teacups together in a ‘cheers’ movement whilst insisting that they should do this more often.

“I would like that,” she says proudly; and Ryoma couldn’t agree more.

- Mod Rantaro

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