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lowcosmic · 6 months

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—— jealousy, jealousy . pt . 1 ; kokichi ouma

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : kokichi being jealous ( and a little shit )

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : angst, fluff in next part

— 𝐜𝐰 : mentions of cheating, cussing, emotional stuff, small; teeny bit of implied saimatsu. you and kokichi ( as well as like the whole cast and whatever ) use a dorm system , gn! reader ( on most parts )

— 𝐚/𝐧 : a sort of imagine, just different formatting . my brain has been a rotting mess lately . not proof read , kinda self indulgent , kinda ooc for some characters . you’ve been warned .

you were with shuichi in the library for a project.

this time around, you actually got to choose your partner. because kokichi looked like he was going to choose someone else other than you, you quickly snatched shuichi before he was taken ; guaranteeing a good grade.

kokichi, actually, was pining for you. but he didn’t wanna seem too desperate, since you’d teased him the day before for being clingy.

after you and shuichi made arrangements, kokichi approached you asking if you were with shuichi already — your answer being yes.

he tried everything from guilt tripping to fake about - to - cry - watery eyes to make you change your partner from shuichi to him. but your decision was final, mostly not wanting shuichi to think you changed your mind because of something he did.

so, kokichi decided to make sure you two weren’t doing anything other than working. so he watched from behind a bookshelf in the little gap between the books.

you and shuichi spoke in hushed tones, working side by side in close proximity.

even worse ( to kokichi at least ), you seemed so happy.

not miffed or annoyed like you were most of the time with kokichi, even if it was just playful.

kokichi felt anger boiling up. especially when shuichi's hand grazed over yours in that annoyingly gentle manner of his.

you both looked like a couple to anyone who passed by, which by the way, wasn’t much since it was sort of late in the day.

probably the only reason why no one caught kokichi being a creep —

anyways, he was pissed. but that pissed off mindset slowly began letting in some other thoughts - mostly of insecurity.

what did he do wrong? why didn’t you ask him first to be partners? is he overthinking? why are you smiling like that? why don’t you smile like that around him? why was he - that stupid, dumb detective - better?

kokichi left with muddled thoughts, as the sound of you and shuichi laughing at something echoed in his ears.

for the next couple of days, kokichi ignored you and went to kaede to hang out. “take out two birds with one stone,” he’d thought to himself.

your expressions of confusion sparked a pang of guilt, but kokichi stomped them down. you could go be with shuichi for all he cared.

you gave up the day after that, going to shuichi for company.

and that went on for half a week, until kokichi decided to confront you.

he knocked on your dorm room and waited. when your face appeared after the door creaked open, you were met with kokichi’s expressionless face.

“can we talk?”

you let him inside, and he cut to the chase.

“are you cheating on me with shuichi?”

you’re just … kind of shocked he would propose that idea. of course, you deny it.

kokichi shrugs. “oh really? well you two are being so awfully mushy with each other i just figured that maybe you both were making out behind my back! or worse!”

“the fu - ” you rolled your eyes, thinking that maybe this was just him seeking attention again or just some prank to make you feel guilty so that he could get something in return.

but another look at his face made you rethink that. this wasn’t a lie. he was really serious.

“kokichi. i would never cheat on you.”

“well, you looked soooo much happier with that bozo! you might as well, go on, go hook up with shuichi! i know you want to!”

you scoffed unintentionally. “you really think that low of me? are you kidding me, kokichi?!”

he raises his voice. then you raise your voice. both sides make ( some ) valid points, yours accusing kokichi of being a crap head and kokichi accusing you of being gushy and kissy over shuichi.

then the more hurtful stuff comes out. things that anger had coated that just come out for no reason, just to be able to hurt the other person and stop the fight for a momentary break.

“i don’t even know why i dated you in the first place, you’re ugly and you have a shitty personality!! even kaede looks better than you!!!”

silence. the most choking sound when applied in certain situations.

kokichi’s eyes widened as he replayed what he’d said.

that big bullshit comment that made the firing stop.

he saw tears forming in your eyes. “so, all those times where you told me i was the most beautiful in your eyes was all a lie, huh?” you said bitterly, shoving back a sob from escaping your mouth. not now. “go … just go away. i don’t wanna see your face ever again.”

please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.

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supahstarrr · 2 years

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okay like when you rewatch playthroughs of danganronpa v3 or replay it... u just... appreciate more of the characters??? ik my ass talking as if i rewatched playthroughs more than 5 damn times or replayed it more than 5 d a m n t i m e s but....

im watching jay's playthrough of danganronpa v3. just bc i kinda miss danganronpa, especially v3 <3.

i felt netrual when it came to kaede. i felt as if her character was too generic (( but even so i felt her being the protagonist in the beginning was good )). the traits that stand out, especially her optimistic, cherry attitude, matched up to a lot of typical protagonists in media so it felt reasonable for me to see her as generic. i still think its reasonable, but i've like appreciated her character a little more. i realized how much she somehow stood out, even stood out when it came to the energetic and cherry attitude characters.

she has her wise moments- her advice can be so helpful.. she sure, doesn't know when to calm down for the sake of other's but she's desperate to see the success of people being happy. she's always been put in a role of bringing people happiness, satisfaction, and those negative feelings of low self-esteem and self-doubt more-so comes around when she's realized people's happiness and satisfaction isn't there. and even with her gentle nature she can be blunt and straight forward (and pretty pissed too) like... how the fuck i missed her telling ppl to "shut up" like about 2 times or more??? she's definitely the protagonist we needed!! and for fuck's sake i rlly rlly like her

and now bc of my view of her leveling up positively, i've got a new likeness towards the ship saimatsu (and i feel a lil more fascinated in kokichi's and kaede's ship and dynamic) and ngl my ass kinda wondering what her and kaito's dynamic would've been like later in the games.

and oh himiko himiko HOW THE HELL DID I MISS THAT YOU WERE BULLIED IN THE PAST???? okay like i had already felt some appreciation towards her character once i realized that she probably has depression in later chapters, especially since some of her issues aligned with those with depression (escapism, low self-esteem, lack of motivation, refusing to express emotions) (saying this as someone who's got it) (but i am aware those things can align with other mental illnesses or disorders other than depression) . she's pretty fragile and seems to fixate on things quickly. she noted something about her magic making other people happy. i suspected that due to the bullying, she might've not felt that her presence didn't make people happy, and once she discovered magic - something she has joy in - made people actually happy, she got so caught up in it and basically worships magic while escapes with it.

her character feels kinda tragic honestly, we never rlly see her go away from her attitude of her magic tricks being real which is an attitude from escapism. last time i remembered, her talking about magic being real was less than the beginning but still prominent. its not easy to escape from fantasy, not easy to let go of fixations, especially ones that comfort you and is the only thing that gave her happiness. but even if she wouldn't have completely let go of her fantasies, i wish there was an attempts of her trying to break out of it. this is more-so i believe her guarding her emotions from the world, her obsession with magic encouraged more of that behavior; and thus i believed if she were to express more of her emotions, her "magic is real" attitude would slowly disappear in sync.

so yeah i like himiko more <3. im so disappointed i missed the potential of her development that she yes, kinda has, but her development never rlly hit... as much as it needed to imo. and ig its bc of the magic attitude. im disappointed that i missed more of her character... i've always felt like her character was misunderstood but now i feel that even more-- but maybe she isn't that misunderstood bc i do certainly suspect that the creators didn't even think that much into possible depression symptoms and the origins of her fixation with magic, and how that fixation could've aligned with her closing herself off.

and like omgg kirumi and korekiyo's interaction in her lab was wholesomeee :) and YESS i appreciate kirumi's character so much more like. and i now recognize more of the potential when it comes to both of their dynamic <3. love you mommyyyy

and like OMGGG i didn't realize how fucking.... cryptic rantaro can be. its a little scary honestly. i was like BOY TF at one point bc of his cryptic lines like. if he said that he was going to murder someone to me i would be like yes daddy ily but then by the time he's stabbing someone's back i would be like "WAIT A MINUTE WHAT DID U SAYYYY???" like thats how hot he is (IM BEING DRAMAMTIC OKAY OKAY???). and its like that he SEEM like, an average calm weed smoker at first and sometimes its like you don't notice the cryptic and eerie his lines at first. but its strange too but some of the stranger-danger dialogue can stand out soooo much bc of him seeming so collected and calm.

ain't gonna lie i didn't realize how pretty smart he can be. and well, observant too. yeah and let's all be honestly, he's fucking stressed. he reminds me of a depressed anxious traumatized overthinker that's always like ":)" while joking about dying or some shit.

that's fucking it. like yeah thats it lmao. P.S i STILL LOVE ryoma <3. hes bae and hes tragic. my wrists r tired and im HUNGRY ramble is over. rant is over.

#danganronpa #danganronpa appreciation #but i also hate danganronpa for many reasons but anyways #danganronpa v3 #dv3 #kaede akamatsu #himiko yumeno #rantaro amami #rant #rambles #sunny's thoughts #dr thoughts

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kawaiikichi · 4 years

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Would You Give Me a Chance? (Saiouma)

Saiouma “We’re not going to spend the holidays alone and sad! I won’t allow that!” from the Winter Writing prompts list for Anon! I hope you like it and let me know if you would like anything changed/edited :D

*Based off of this request*

Title: Would You Give Me a Chance?

Prompt: “We’re not going to spend the holidays alone and sad! I won’t allow that!”

Summary: After a recent breakup, Shuichi finds himself spending Christmas alone. At least, that’s what he thinks.

One-Shot Notes: Past Saimatsu; Shuichi and Kokichi are about 24 years old

One-shot is under the cut!

Shuichi poured himself a glass of wine, staring outside as it snowed.

I guess I’ll be alone for Christmas, huh, he thought to himself.

It had been three months since his ex left him for another guy and headed off to the States. Shuichi had been devastated by the breakup and as a result, swore to never enter another relationship again.

He certainly never expected this from such a sweet girl like Kaede, to say the least.

He took a sip from his glass.

Whatever. I’ll just drink the night away or something, he thought to himself.

He grabbed the bottle of wine and headed over to the couch with his glass, taking another sip as his phone began to ring. He set the bottle and glass down on the coffee table and he picked up his phone, reading the caller id.

“Ouma-kun...?” he wondered out loud.

He answered the call and brought the phone up to his ear.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Heeeeeeeeeey, Saihara-chan!” Kokichi’s peppy voice floated through the speaker and reached his ears.

“Hey, Ouma-kun.” Shuichi said.

“So, whatcha up to this Christmas?”

“Me? I’m just going to watch some movies and drink some wine.”

“That’s it? You aren’t celebrating it with anyone?”

“No...I don’t have anyone to celebrate it with. How about you?”

“Eh, I’m by myself too. But seriously! I thought you had someone!”

“I don’t.”

“Oh...well, we’re not going to spend the holidays alone and sad! I won’t allow that!”

Shuichi heard some shuffling and rustling on Kokichi’s end as Kokichi spoke.

“I’m coming over. And I’m bringing my Switch.”

“Huh?!” Shuichi’s eyes widened in shock. “Ouma-kun, you don’t need to come over!” he exclaimed.

“Don’t you dare tell me no! You don’t deserve to be alone on such a special holiday as Christmas. I’m coming over, and that’s final!”

“But—“ Kokichi hung up before Shuichi could say anything else.

He sighed, setting his phone down on the coffee table.

I guess I’m going to have a visitor, he thought to himself.

💜💜💜💜

After setting up the Switch and pouring themselves a glass of wine, they found themselves playing Mario Kart 8.

“Goddammit, Peach, pass him!” Kokichi shouted as he mashed the A button, speeding around a corner.

“I won’t let you pass me anytime soon!” Shuichi shouted back.

Shuichi used a mushroom to speed up, continuing on his way. Kokichi hit an item block, grinning once he saw what he got.

“Hah! Eat my red shell, Saihara-chan!” he shouted as he sent the shell forward to Koopa, who Shuichi was playing as.

The shell knocked Koopa over, which made Shuichi shout.

“No!” he watched as Peach zoomed past him on her motorcycle. “You have got to be kidding me, Ouma-kun!” he exclaimed.

Kokichi cackled.

“Victory is mine!” he declared.

He swerved around a corner and made his way towards the finish line.

“Yes! I’m gonna win, I’m gonna win, I’m gonna win—“ Just as Peach was about to cross the finish line, a blue shell hovered over her head and it exploded, making her flip over.

Kokichi’s jaw dropped, the remote nearly falling out of his hands as Koopa sped over the finish line.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Did you send that blue shell my way just now?!” he shouted, shooting Shuichi a look.

Shuichi shrugged as he reached for his wine glass and took a sip.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. The world may never know.” he said.

Kokichi pouted.

“Oh, forget you!” Kokichi said as he sped across the finish line, making it in third place.

He reached for his glass, downing the remainder of his wine.

“Screw this game! I ain’t playing no more!” Kokichi whined as he tossed his remote onto the coffee table.

Shuichi laughed.

“You’re such a sore loser.” he commented.

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

Kokichi groaned.

“Ugh, I don’t feel like picking a fight with you. I never win when it comes to you.” he said as he leaned against the couch.

Shuichi laughed.

“Suuuuuuure. Whatever you do to make yourself sleep well at night.” he drawled out as he finished off his wine.

He poured some more into their glasses as Kokichi eyed him curiously.

“Are you tipsy, Saihara-chan?” he asked.

“What about you? Are you tipsy?” Shuichi shot back.

“I mean, I’m well on my way to becoming drunk, but I think you’re already there.” Kokichi commented.

Shuichi giggled.

“Am I now?”

“Yup. You suuuuuuure are.”

Kokichi swirled his wine around in his glass before taking a sip.

“So, Saihara-chan. How come you’re alone this year? I thought you would be spending it with Akamatsu-chan.” he asked.

“Oh, that.” Shuichi set his glass down. “We broke up.” he said.

“Huh? You two broke up?” Kokichi stared at him in surprise. “I thought you two were inseparable!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, too. That is, until she left me for another guy and left for the States with him.” Shuichi explained.

“Oh my god...a girl like her? Dumping you for someone else?” Kokichi downed his wine. “Damn, I’m gonna need another glass.” he said, reaching for the bottle and pouring himself another glass.

He took a sip as Shuichi spoke.

“Yeah...it certainly came as a shock. But, it’s fine now. I swore to myself that I would never enter another relationship, so it’s fine.” Shuichi explained.

Kokichi frowned.

“So...you wouldn’t give me a chance, then?” he asked.

“Huh?” Shuichi questioned.

“I’m asking if you wouldn’t consider giving me a chance.”

“What do you mean by that, Ouma-kun?”

Kokichi chuckled.

“What do I mean by that...” he set his wine glass down. “I’m saying that I have feelings for you, Saihara-chan.” he said.

Shuichi stilled, fingers barely brushing the stem of the wine glass. He looked at Kokichi.

“You...what?” he questioned.

“I like you, Saihara-chan. I have for a long time. But, seeing as you’ve sworn off relationships as a whole, I guess I don’t have a chance anymore.” Kokichi explained.

“Ouma-kun...” Shuichi trailed off.

“It’s fine, Saihara-chan. You don’t need to answer me if you don’t want to. I just...felt like telling you, for some reason.” Kokichi told him.

He finished sipping his wine and went to pour himself some more. As his hands wrapped around the neck of the bottle, Shuichi’s hand rested on top of his.

“Wait.” he spoke.

Kokichi’s heart began to pound loudly in his ears as he stared at Shuichi, their faces a few inches away from each other. He swallowed as his eyes fell on Shuichi’s lips.

This is bad...very bad. He needs to hurry up and move or else I don’t know what I’ll end up doing, he thought to himself.

“Saihara-chan...” he trailed off.

Shuichi continued to stare at him, even as he began to lean in. Kokichi’s breath caught in his throat as their breaths mingled. Shuichi peered at him.

“Ouma-kun.” he whispered softly.

Then, their lips came together in a kiss. Kokichi’s eyes widened, his body growing stiff.

Oh my god. He’s actually kissing me, he thought to himself.

Shuichi pulled away from the kiss, whispering something against Kokichi’s lips.

“I’ll think about it.”

#request #anon #danganronpa v3 #saiouma #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #kaede akamatsu (mentioned)#winter writing prompts #number 129 #past saimatsu #it's kinda hurt/comfort?#like maybe if you squint it will be #these two dorks be playing mario kart #kawaiikichi

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flyswhumpcenter · 5 years

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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card! (Red cross is the completed prompt, dark red crosses are already completed fics and mint lambda-ish signs are prompts I’ve gotten requests for already).

IT'S BIG SAIMATSU WRITING HOURS BABY ft. that one AU I keep bringing back to life for one fic a year

That prompt has always screamed "47 Survivors AU" to me. To make it short for people who weren't reading my shitton of Hinanami hurt/comfort stuff in the summer of 2017: it's an AU where all three main casts survived Hope's Peak, which they all attended (with the DRV3 cast being the 79th Class, I love clichés), even if they later killed Junko for being ZETSUBOU (btw it's Maki who pulled the trigger). Also Mukuro got redemption and I don't really know how but everyone else did. Even Kork, but that's because a friend and I invented the New and Improved Kork:tm:. Yeet. Also, more info about the AU is in the "47 Survivors AU" series' page, if you have questions about the setting. I just realize I never wrote any real Saimatsu for this AU before today. They've been a background pair in almost all of my fics for 47 Survivors, yet never got any focus, the hell is wrong if your truly's, he doesn't know.

But like I always miss writing Saimatsu whenever I do why don't I fucking write more of it once and for all

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Radio Requiem

Summary: A communication failure is all you need to lose track of someone. Kaede learns that the hard way on one day where she, truly, doesn't enjoy being the head of communications and information transmission.

Fandom: Danganronpa (DR1/V3 characters, Everybody (or so) Lives AU) Relationships: Pre-Rel Saimatsu (Kaede/Shuichi), Kaede & Maki & Mukuro friendship, minor Kaede & Sayaka friendship

Wordcount: 2.2K words

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo

AO3 version available here.

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Kaede likes her occupation as the leader of the Communications Branch of her Division. She enjoys broadcasting music to cleanse the populations from despair, soothing the pain of people with well-placed words and to be able to transfer commands emitted by other branches and divisions to the people she’s assigned to communicate with. It’s mostly forces on the field, the Action Branch of the Fourteenth Division, and sometimes their investigators. It makes going to work everyday fun even during the apocalypse and the clean-up needed after it, even when she wakes up almost in the same place she works in, even if she sees the same forty people every single day. It’s fine, because she’s alive, because she’s surrounded by her friends and those who are more than that. To Kaede, every day is fine because she has an interesting and important position to fill, where she leads and is active all-day long, and there is seldom exception to this custom.

Today is not one of the days where she enjoys having this important position in the Division.

It starts innocently enough, for a day where she serves as the main relay between the investigation lead by the appropriate branch and the rest of the Division: she’s tasked with assuring the communication between the team sent to a Despair-filled hole and her branch, relaying information between both sides and sending orders from the Administration Branch back to the ones on the field. This is business as usual, for her, these days: the Investigation Branch is discovering more and more zones where the Division has to cleanse Despair from the map, following a trail discovered by the head of the branch and ex-Ultimate Detective, Kyoko.

Speaking of Kyoko, she’s noticeably absent from today’s mission. That’s to be expected: people deserve their rest, sometimes, and Hajime kind of forced her not to throw herself in some exhausting mission again by fear of watching her get sick from overworking. Also not strangely enough, it’s combined efforts from Makoto and Shuichi who convinced her to stay put and entrust the mission to her second-in-command.

And what a second-in-command it is! Truth be told, Kaede is looking forward to being able to mostly discuss things out with Shuichi, who accepted leading the mission (not without some doubts, but he made an effort and didn’t protest Kyoko’s decision). Of course, the latter didn’t send him there alone when he’s, frankly, not the strongest nor the fittest for survival in the Despair Wastelands. Instead, he’s accompanied by whom Kaede could only call a dream duo: Maki and Mukuro.

Their team is small because the hole is small and requires precision work without being spotted by a group of brainwashed renegades. There is no soothing music to play, no wide broadcast of their latest attempt at cleaning the world from misery: all there is, is following strict, military-like instructions. Mukuro is the one who’s going to give the orders about the field matters, but Kaede knows she’s the one who will make sure they’ll still be alive by the end of the mission.

And the beginning of the mission is smoother than anything she’s seen in a while coming from how dangerous and perilous this stuff always gets. The anxiety pumping in her veins and making her body tremble with a sickening excitation doesn’t thump as strongly as usual against her chest, the expected dizziness doesn’t come to their usual meeting point. The three field agents communicate to her in real time, giving her short descriptions of the location (an abandoned factory, or rather, what’s left of its ruins, floor covered in dried blood and metal walls decorated with decapitated stuffed Monokuma dolls, nothing that scares her anymore), speaking of the people staying there they fight against. Exceptionally, she can hear the scream of one of the brainwashed followers trying to attack her friends, but she then always hears the weapon Maki or Mukuro hold in their hands and the voice disappears from her field of hearing.

They hold small conversations, when it’s calm, in whispers on their part. As expected, Kaede mostly communicates with Shuichi, who is guarded by the two more soldier-like agents. His voice is naturally fairly low, discreet and sometimes hard to notice unless you know he’s speaking and think of tuning into it. Yet, his words are soft, more to soothe himself than her, and she likes to encourage him with a few simplistic words, “you’ll do it”, “you’ll come back, I promise”, “Maki and Mukuto are with you, with them, you won’t be in danger”.

It’s not small talk, but it may have been just as pointless. They don’t really discuss anything of grand matters: Shuichi is usually terrified to speak too loudly, despite his quiet voice, and neither Maki nor Mukuro likes to speak more than absolutely needed. Kaede knows this is the downside of the job: she cannot break their focus, no matter if there are enemies nearby or not. Still, she takes this opportunity to enforce some bonds, make sure none of them feels useless or unloved, and she thinks she’s damn good at that job. This is where she feels like she’s needed and effective, and if Maki herself doesn’t speak against that, then she can only conclude that she is, indeed, competent and maybe made for that position.

That’s until she starts speaking to pure static piercing her eardrums and forcing her to, for a moment, take off her headphones as not to damage her most important sense.

The communication has cut off entirely on her and, in that moment, Kaede is blanking completely. Her mind doesn’t react immediately, instead nosediving into panic when it should have been way more useful that fooling around in her brain like that was going to solve anything.

Before she lets herself completely sink into panic, her hands activate to follow the usual procedure in case this happens. She checks the systems she’s using, communicators and operating system alike, makes sure she has a connection to the radio network, and she hopes that it’s the issue there, because Chihiro and Kazuichi will be able to do something about it; but everything is working fine on her end. She tries contacting everyone individually, and initially, her hopes rise up again.

“Maki? Maki, do you copy?!” She screams in a panic.

“Roger,” followed by a gun recharging.

“Mukuro, do you copy?!”

“…copied,” followed by a shotgun going off.

“Shuichi, do you copy?”

Static.

“Shuichi, do you copy?!”

Still static. It’s like gazing into the abyss only for it to look back at her in complete silence.

She’s left dumbfounded, realizing Maki and Mukuro are involved in a fight and won’t be able to reply properly until they’re done neutralizing whomever is in front of them. As such, she listens to firearms going off and on with anxiety, only able to tell her comrades are winning because the sound are near her, and she closes her eyes to forget about how bad this is going.

Sayaka must have noticed her sudden uneasiness, because she puts her hand on hers and asks her in a hushed voice is something has gone wrong. Kaede replies with a small nod, holding onto her headphones’ microphone for her life.

The gunfight ends with the communications still functioning, so she takes the opportunity to get the answers to the questions bouncing around her head like machine gun shots.

“Maki, Mukuro, what happened?! Everything cut off in static suddenly and I can’t contact Shuichi anymore!”

“They detonated a smoke bomb,” Maki replies with a calm that, nowadays, betrays her own stress. “Used that to assault us from behind. When the smoke let off, they attacked and he was gone. We have no idea where he is.”

Kaede’s heart sinks to the ground, but she transmits the information to her higher-up so the head of the Field Branch can decide what to do.

“Are you two okay?” She asks instead.

“We are,” Mukuro responds in a stoic tone.

“That’s a relief.”

Kaede gets an incoming call from Sakura, head of the Field Branch: search for Shuichi if the situation allows for it. She quickly relays the message to the agents she’s just spoken to, starting the new objective. Things seems to have calmed down for now, but the anxiety remains in her heart: no matter how much she tries to contact Shuichi’s earphone, she can’t reach it, or she gets pure static and nothing else she can distinguish from the mess.

She’s anxious enough to listen to every detail coming from Maki and Mukuro’s lines: footsteps, glass crunching, breathing echoing. They don’t speak, all focused on the matter at hand, and her hands are all over the place. Sayaka puts a cup of tea next to her, giving her a small, awkward but honest smile, and she thanks her with a nod. Her mouth feels like it’s suddenly gone entirely dry on her.

The silence lasts and lasts, seconds turning into minutes and the clock seemingly freezing on her, the activity in the office unable to distract her as she can’t let herself get her attention on anything but the mission at hand. It’s not just for her, clearly not: she’s worried for Maki and Mukuro, for what could happen to them, even if they inform her of more and more details the more they distance themselves from their starting point (much to her relief and pleasure to know what’s happening to these two), and she’s even more concerned for Shuichi whose whereabouts are absolutely unknown.

Kaede prepares herself for the worse. They haven’t been able to tell where and how he was for more than half an hour: he can’t be unharmed when he’s gone off their radars for so long. At best, he’s injured and trapped somewhere, all alone, but this way not surrounded by enemies; at worse, he’s already dead and they’re searching for a corpse to bring back to the Division and hold funerals for. She tries her best not to picture him as one of the many cadavers she’s seen ever since the apocalypse started, fighting her hardest against the morbid part of herself.

Nervously, she hums to herself, waiting for a real update. The song’s identity doesn’t matter, that’s not the point. She isn’t here to do a soothing concerto, she’s here to assure a relay she failed to secure entirely, and guilt is clawing at her throat. She’s failed accomplishing the one mission she was assigned by her higher-ups, let down Kyoko for putting her second-in-command in danger, and, most of all, she’s abandoned her most precious friend, the one who is more than a friend in fact, to the horrors of the brainwashed.

How is she supposed to face anyone else, now that she’s let every single one of them down?

“Kaede! Kaede, do you copy?!” Maki’s urgent tone gets her back to her headphones right as she’s about to slap herself for daydreaming.

“Y-yes, I copy! What’s wrong?!”

“We’ve found him.”

She lets out the biggest sigh of relief before pulling herself back together, drying her tears with the sleeves of her blazer.

“Problem: we’re surrounded by Despair followers. They’re armed with knives, one of them has a gun. If we shoot, they spot us. We’ll contact you again when we’re done.”

“Roger.”

Kaede presses another button to transmit the information back to the Field and Investigation Branches. She’s certain Shuichi is still alive and breathing by now: Maki would have told her otherwise, wouldn’t make the suspense last and get worse for everyone involved. Mukuro and she know what they’re doing more than Kaede could ever pretend to, so she stays quiet and focus, listens to firearms going off and people screaming in pain, hearing the same propaganda-worthy slogans get repeated and repeated as the Division does its job.

Eventually, the sound quiets down and she can hear his breathing, fast and febrile, as she’s always heard it, even if it’s slightly worse. She doesn’t let herself cry in relief despite the intensity of the emotional rollercoaster hitting her full force by now, her body untensing in one go and leaving her vulnerable but euphoric.

“Kaede?” A welcome soft voice comes back to her, timid, as footsteps are heard again. “Kaede, do you hear me?”

“Shuichi, you’re back with us?!”

“Yeah… Sorry for the scare,” he coughs loudly, gritting his teeth, “I didn’t see them coming for me. My earphone broke when I fell. I’m borrowing Maki’s for the time being, I’ll give it back to her soon.”

“Are you alright? You sound like you’re in pain.”

“I think I broke my wrist or something, but I’ll be fine. Again, sorry for scaring you and the others so much.”

“It’s fine, Shuichi, it’s not your fault. We’re just relieved that you’re safe and back to us now.”

Oh, before he gives the earphone back, she needs to tell him one last thing.

“You don’t even know how happy I am to be able to talk to you, Shuichi.”

“I’m glad we can speak together too, Kaede. I’ll have to leave you for now, see you later.”

With this, Maki takes her earphone back while she regains her enthusiasm. Everything has been fine, today; and even if the stress she stored until now crashes down into exhaustion, she’s happier than anything she could be feeling right now.

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #saimatsu #saiede #saiaka #kaede akamatsu #shuichi saihara #maki harukawa #mukuro ikusaba #sayaka maizono #angst #suspense #communication failure #pre relationship #au: 47 survivors #otp: clair de lune

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Surprise Meeting with Fate (and Your Eyes)

(I’m way too proud of this OS just to post it on my sideblog so here you go fellow ship buddies)

Summary: Shuichi had known for the longest time the universal rule of his world: everyone had a soulmate, and it was apparently the biggest deal ever. Cases, video games and cereals alike are all about soulmates. Shuichi also thought he didn't have a soulmate. He didn't want one. He already had many problems with people and socialization. That was, until he tried to solve the events behind the ransacking of famous pianist Kaede Akamatsu's bedroom.

Fandom: Danganronpa V3 (non-Despair AU) Pairs: Saimatsu, Makaito (implied)

Word Count: 3.2K words (one-shot)

Notes: Soulmate AU inspired by Broken Destinies: "When both of your eyes meet, your soulmate's name shows up on your wrist." I've wanted to write something not a sickfic for these two in ages, and I think I managed to do the right balance between my prompt and something new which really felt refreshing. I don't exactly know how soulmates are supposed to work, so have a rather sugary-sweet take on them.I may even continue this one as its own thing after the Everybody Lives V3 fic and the other one I have in mind featuring some Saimatsu & Makaito goodness.

AO3 version available here.

It was meant to happen, someday.

Shuichi knew about that soulmate thing, he really did. He knew, from very early on, everyone had a “soulmate” whom they would meet one day. It was “bound” to happen. Everybody and everything was dealing with it one day: from his favourite shows to cases he was helping on, there usually was something about soulmates.

Killing your soulmate because you couldn’t be with them. Arranging meeting with your soulmate. Killing your soulmate’s mate because otherwise you couldn’t be with said soulmate. Dating your soulmate. Killing your soulmate’s parents so you could be with your soulmate. Finding someone’s soulmate’s pet (yes, even if it was an alligator). Pretending to be someone’s soulmate when it wasn’t the case.

Soulmate drama. Soulmate murders. Soulmate suicides. Soulmate cereals. Soulmate stories. Soulmate merchandise. Soulmate legends. Soulmate divinities. Soulmate dating sims. Soulmate myths. Soulmate rituals. Soulmate advertisement.

Everything in this world was linked to soulmates because it was such a big deal, it seemed.

Shuichi didn’t really care about dating. Not that he was a natural loner: life just decided he would be one. He had his uncle, his aunt, and his best friend. And that was enough. He was perfectly fine with his uncle, his aunt and Kaito Momota, astronaut trainee prodigy.

And he, also, didn’t have a soulmate. Not that he even cared about that.

Sure, Kaito would tell him on a daily basis how lonely he was. And maybe it was his fault: Shuichi was, undeniably, shyer than anything that had ever graced this town. He didn’t like talking first in discussions, he didn’t dare going up to people, he didn’t know how not to fluster once asked something personal like his opinions.

Honestly, he was just scared people would eventually abandon him. He knew it was both irrational and grounded in his reality: Kaito had never given up on him, even when the astronaut had found his own soulmate, but on the other hand, he had been given up on by who was supposed to be the closest to him until he was an adult.

When, in fact, Shuichi was barely an adult, and had no real mother or father.

When he thought about his potential soulmate, he just hoped he or she wouldn’t be a fan of his parents. How many remarks had he gotten over the years about that? “The Saiharas are very famous people in the show business, how come you don’t like being in the spotlight?”.

Shuichi didn’t like acting, even less lying. He knew how to lie, that wasn’t the question, but he hated lying, because his parents were at their core filthy liars. Not because his father was an actor, or because his mother could pretend to be characters to write them better, but because they had told him they would be there for him.

When, in fact, they had never been there for him.

So, yeah, Shuichi was pretty damn happy about not having a soulmate. Someone he wouldn’t have to cry over once they were gone. Or once they would have realized they weren’t what they wanted out of a boyfriend, or even deeper, a husband. All he had was the capacity to solve murders by luck anyway. He wasn’t the Prince Charming sold by the soulmate dramas and love stories from TV and cinema.

And especially not those his parents wrote and acted in. Those were way too cutesy for the harsh reality that was a world corrupted to the core with a false idealisation of passion and unshared love.

But nobody didn’t have a soulmate. Deep down, he knew he just “hadn’t met the right person yet”.

He didn’t even know what gender to look for. Or, rather, what gender to be weary of. He hadn’t really wondered about his sexuality too much, but if something was rather clear to him, it was that boys and girls meant the same to him. Whether or not it meant he was asexual or bisexual was, also, beyond him. It was hard to tell, when he hadn’t ever really felt in love. Just felt some weird attraction to that one trickster from his high school class, his best friend, and finding some girls pretty cute here and there.

It was all just words anyway.

Because it all came crashing down on him like a person-sized thundercloud full of painful hail.

There was this one case, he was investing upon on his own. Nothing big: something precious had been stolen from a famous pianist. According to her statements, it was a pair of clef-shaped earrings offered to her by her twin sister, a pearl choker and a hairpiece with an opal in it. His task wasn’t to find out where the jewellery was: it was what had happened in the ransacked room.

His cap firmly set to avoid looking into people’s eyes, Shuichi read again the case file before starting his investigation. There was a picture of the victim, who looked quite pretty he had to admit, and all the information he already known, plus some details here and there. He just wondered, deep down, how he had gotten this case and not a famously known detective with the prestige of a royal palace.

It was clear very quickly that the culprit knew what they were doing: only her bedroom had been ransacked, with nothing touched upon other than the broken window and the violated chest of drawers in which, he guessed, the jewellery had been kept by its owner.

He rubbed his temples. That headache really didn’t want to leave, and the room was freezing. He supposed the victim hadn’t slept in there since the theft: after all, who would? The window was more or less wide opened at any time of the day and there was still a risk. He just wished he had worn more on him, even if it was a normal spring day.

The sound of heels coming towards him got him out of his thought process as he was inspecting the floor for possible hair left behind on the crime scene by the thief. Maybe the client had hired a better detective than him. That meant he could go back to bed because, frankly, being sick while investigating sucked.

He was just there because he knew that case was very important to the victim, mostly because of how emotionally charged and meaningful the stolen items were, so it was only normal of him not to let her down. It was a simple question of decency. He had just thought it would be worth it, even if it meant going to work with a harsh fever.

And just that. A fever. A fever he didn’t even feel the symptoms of before actually coming to that place. Not even a cough. Aside from the dizziness and the throbs against his temples, that was it, he was fine.

Shuichi turned his head towards the incoming person. He didn’t need to raise his gaze to know it was the victim herself, standing there, dressed in warm pinks and purples. Her legs were pretty slim, even if they were hidden under wool leggings.

“Excuse me, Mr Saihara?”

He tried his best to sound polite and, well, fine: “Yes?”

Her bust and face entered his field of vision. She was prettier than the photo was telling of her: added to her sweet perfume, her blond hair complimented her pinkish purple eyes perfectly. She really was a beautiful woman, he wondered how she wasn’t dating anyone yet. Information he knew because, when she had been interrogated, she had insisted on not having had any previous romantic partner who could have stolen the jewellery from her.

“By chance, have you found anything? The place is a mess, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you hadn’t…”

“I have one or two clues,” he replied in all honesty, “but no solid hypothesis yet. I’m sorry.”

She nodded her head with a small, reassuring smile.

“No, no, it’s okay. Don’t apologize, I know you’re doing your best. You’ve been here for a couple hours without saying a single word, after all.”

Shuichi looked at his watch, unsure. He really had spent a few hours in there. He wished he had found more than that for how long it had been, but that would have to do for the moment being.

The pianist kneeled next to him.

“Say, what don’t you have a break? It’s soon noon anyway, and I’m sure you won’t be as effective on an empty stomach.”

He wasn’t feeling any hungry, but if it meant he could slip an ibuprofen in his drink, then he’d take it.

“If you don’t mind, that is…” she added, her voice trailing off.

“I guess I have to take a break here and there,” he replied fairly. “Especially if you propose it so kindly to me.”

“Then, come with me to my living room!”

Shuichi just followed. He wasn’t sure how he was going to eat anything, even if he still had the luck to retain his sense of smell and taste, because his appetite was just completely gone. On the quick way to her living room, he just popped his inhaler and took a puff of it. Because there was no way he was having an asthma attack on the job when he had forgotten to take his medicine in the morning.

“Wait, you’re asthmatic?” she asked, noticing immediately.

Was that what they had meant by “she has exceptional hearing”? He swore he had been stealthy and that wasn’t looking.

“Oh, huh, yeah. That doesn’t prevent me from investigating though, don’t worry.”

“It’d be terrible if you got an attack on the job. Please be careful, okay?”

“I’ll do.”

Wasn’t the detective supposed to make sure the victim was safe and not the opposite way around?

They finally arrived in the living room, where she invited him to sit down on the leather sofa. Her house really was fancy: it really showed how famous she actually was.

“Would you like some tea?” she offered him.

“Sure, why not.”

Shuichi allowed himself to breathe out. A cup of tea would allow him to take a pill for his growing headache.

The pianist sat down next to him a couple minutes later, putting a small tray on the coffee table next to them.

“We haven’t been introduced properly, no? I wasn’t home yet when you arrived to investigate. I’m Kaede Akamatsu. You may have heard of me for my piano recitals. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He had forgotten her name, because he hadn’t heard of her before this case. Oops.

“I’m Shuichi Saihara, detective-in-training. Usually, I’m a literature student, but… You can just consider me a detective, considering today’s situation. Pleasure to meet you too.”

Her face mixes both worry and joy. It’s a weird bittersweet combination of an expression.

“If you don’t mind me, I have a question to ask you,” he tells her, nervous about something.

“Sure thing! What do you need from me?”

“Why haven’t you hired a more famous detective? You specifically hired me from my uncle’s office, according to the letter I got.”

A soft giggle escaped her lips.

“I thought most detectives would accept just for the potential sum I’d give at the end. According to the agency you work for, you mostly work on the side to pay for your studies and your loan. I’m sure you’ll use this money in much better ways than anyone else I could have hired thanks to my fame.”

That made him smile.

“Thank you for trusting in my work. I’ll try not to disappoint.”

“I’m sure you won’t, Mr Saihara.”

Lunch was a bit awkward. He clearly was forcing himself to eat, taking a second headache medicine pill with a glass of water. He had to admit, this Mrs Akamatsu wasn’t half-bad at cooking. She was miles over his. It was even winning over his fever, at one point, but he didn’t know if it was his mind screaming at him to eat or else she’d ask questions or if it was genuinely this appetizing.

He let her do most of the talking. Not only was he uncomfortable saying whatever was on his mind, while she was joyfully chatting about piano and her family, he was starting to feel fairly lightheaded, as if blood was rising to his head. He was, at that point, just grateful she wasn’t requesting him to take off his cap despite the fact they were seating at a table eating lunch.

In the early afternoon, Shuichi excused himself out of lunch to investigate again. Honestly, he had forgotten most of what he had seen on the morning: his notes, fortunately, saved him. He had sent the hair and fingerprints he had found on the furniture and floor to the lab already, so he should probably investigate outside.

But when he got up from his seat, he accidentally looked into her eyes, and the blood finished reaching to his head. There were stars throbbing before his eyes. That probably wasn’t supposed to happen, but he figured it was his fever playing tricks on him.

He lost his balance, and before he knew it, his cap had fallen to the ground and his client’s arms were supporting him, gently sitting him down on the sofa again. That was way too embarrassing for him not to look away, but his head was such a dizzy mess, all he had in mind was daze. His idiot streak of rebel hair was probably either pointing up from his head idiotically or pointing down because, really, he wasn’t feeling so good anymore.

Mrs Akamatsu sat down next to him and put a warm hand on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, worry dripping in her previously joyful voice.

“I… I just got up too fast, that’s… nothing big…”

God did he hate to lie, but he hated being unable to solve a case more than he hated lying.

Sweat was drenching his back, sure, but there was something wrong. He didn’t know what, he just knew he shouldn’t had been so dizzy previously for just a fever and getting up a bit too fast. Breathing was difficult too, and he knew it couldn’t be his asthma.

And there was a burning pain in his veins.

And that was when Shuichi realized, he had never known how Kaito had discovered Maki was his soulmate and vice-versa.

Looking at his wrist, while muting grunts of pain as much as possible, he noticed something which wasn’t there before. Written in gold was the name of his client. Written in gold was the name “Kaede Akamatsu”. Someone he had, in short, barely met turned out to be his goddamn soulmate.

Now that was a twist he had not only not expected, but which was also destroying any hope he had in never finding said soulmate.

Once the pain had subdued, he no longer felt lightheaded. Was the fever due to him being around his soulmate? (Still, what a weird thing to think.) She hadn’t seemed to be doing too bad earlier, well, before he had worried her at least. Did it magically heal his fever? That’d be too good, and an advantage to having found the worst source of pain possible.

Shuichi looked at the blonde woman next to him. She was holding her left wrist with her right hand and staring into his eyes with glassy irises and reddened sclerae. Tears were still around the corner of her glaze.

“You…” she whispered, looking angered. Or pained? He wasn’t sure.

After all, anyone would be angry to learn he was their soulmate. She was no exception.

“Is your first name Shuichi…?”

He gulped. His throat was knotted in a noose.

“…Yes.”

Kaede sighed.

“I guess this is how it is, huh,” she said. “I never thought I’d met them today. Not in these conditions, at least.”

A small smile appeared on her face.

“At least, I’m relieved my soulmate’s a good person. I was scared they were going to be a delinquent, or abusive, or even worse, a murderer. I know you’re not like that, Shuichi. I… can call you Shuichi, at least? You can call me Kaede.”

“Sure…”

“You were willing to help me without really knowing who I was, right?”

He looked away.

“It’s embarrassing to admit, but I didn’t know you were at all before I got the case request… Maybe I’ve heard your music before, but that’s it, really…”

“You’re a broke student according to your agency, and yet you still didn’t see the case as an opportunity to get famous or gain money. You’re something entirely different, Shuichi.”

“You’re not… offended that I didn’t see you as a celebrity?”

Kaede blinked, obviously surprised.

“Of course I’m not! Why would I be? I wish I wouldn’t be considered a celebrity anyway. I’m even happy you see me as a person more than a celebrity!”

Shuichi was astonished by her reaction. That wasn’t what he was used to, clearly. He was used to people whining about not getting recognized in the streets, not people wanting not to get recognized in the same streets. Who’d want to be incognito?

“Well… I guess my parents are another kind of celebrities altogether. They always wanted more fame and to be celebrated by fans and critics alike. I assumed most, if not all famous people were like that. Sorry for assuming that was your case, Kaede.”

“Your parents are famous? That may be why your name reminded me of something… I guess we’re both more or less linked to fame, then. Me because I got famous thanks to piano, you because your parents are famous. But I think we should push that to the side.”

He didn’t know what to say. For once, someone wasn’t asking him why he didn’t want to be famous. That hadn’t happened since he had met Maki, through Kaito, back in high school. It felt incredibly nice.

“I don’t know what’ll happen to us now,” Kaede continued. “You may already be in a relationship, after all. I wouldn’t want to ruin that.”

“I’m not. I’ve never been in a relationship at all, actually. Well, a romantic one I mean….”

She put a hand on his tight.

“Then… Why not keep in contact and get to know each other this afternoon? I’m sure you’ve investigated enough today. Even if we don’t date each other, we can still be friends. I’m sure it’ll work out well!”

Shuichi was so numbed by relief that he could only nod as he smiled.

Yet, Kaede’s face was still bittersweet. How could it be?

“Something’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m just wondering about something… My wrist hurt when we looked into each other’s eyes, but I didn’t go dizzy like you did. How come?”

“Huh… It may be because I was…”

Shuichi’s voice stops. Should he lie again, or shouldn’t he? He decided that, as opposed to his soulmate parents, he wouldn’t like to his.

“I was running a fever when I came here. I think it calmed down, though.”

Without a word, she puts a hand on her forehead, then on his.

“You’re a bit warmer than I am, so it’s probably not too bad. Still, I don’t think you should investigate when you’re feverish. Why don’t we go out for a bit, so we can make some chit-chat? I can even play something for you later!”

“It sounds lovely… Let’s do this.”

They got up from the sofa at the same time, grabbed some outerwear and went outside.

Shuichi still took the time to make sure the bedroom couldn’t be accessed from the broken window, to Kaede’s amusement.

#drv3 #saimatsu #saiaka #saiede #shuichi saihara #kaede akamatsu #fanfiction #my writing #ao3fic

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“Always”

Here it is guys! My first Saimatsu fic ever! It’s inspired by a question Maki asked Shuichi in chap. 4 and not too lengthy. Mostly fluff + mild angst and criticism is appreciated! “Did you...like Kaede?”

Shuichi was confused, almost taken aback, by the blunt delivery of Maki’s pressing question. Before he could even fully comprehend what she had asked him, the subject averted towards her own concern.

“Well… I assumed you didn’t, because that would be weird. Liking someone you just met...especially in a situation like this…”

An image of himself sitting with Kaede back in the classroom had flashed into his thoughts. His head was bent downwards to avoid eye contact with her and mask his unease, but she had made the notion to hold his hand for comfort. The palm of her hand laid gently on top of his, and the sunset illuminated the classroom in a golden light that enhanced the radiance of her smile. It was his fondest memory of her because they confided to trust in each other’s guidance and help each other overcome their greatest insecurities.

“Then tell me...under what circumstances is liking someone *not* weird?” Shuichi retorted.

“ I...don’t know. I don’t really understand what that is...nevermind. Just forget I ever asked.”

“Forget you asked? Why did you bring this up, Maki?”

“...No reason. I was only curious.”

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by Kaito, who had returned from his bathroom break. The trio begrudgingly completed their training and returned their separate ways to their dorms. As Shuichi laid in his bed, he couldn’t get the thought of Maki’s question out of his head. He had already found difficulty in sleeping for a full night since their first day, and usually spent the duration of those long hours in contemplation. Did he like Kaede? Despite their mutual intimacy, the idea of romance hardly crossed his mind in their limited time spent together. He thought about when they first met, when he stumbled out of a locker after regaining his consciousness, how utterly disoriented he felt in every way possible until he encountered her. The two were initially skeptical of each other, but an instinct of his implied that she was a genuine and dependable person to have around in their current situation. He was drawn to her intellect, perseverance, and compassion, and her natural leadership ability kept his spirit enlivened as they first seeked to find a means of escape. He felt discouraged to see the others turn against her leadership because he had quickly grown to trust and believe in her, and he saw something in her that even she didn’t see in herself. He admired the subtle and dedicated nature of her character, the very ardor that inspired him to believe in his instincts as a detective and devise a plan to expose the mastermind with her. He adored listening to her talk endlessly about her infatuation and enthusiasm for playing the piano throughout her lifetime, and held the piece Clair De Lune by Debussy close to himself because it was her personal recommendation to him and a reminder of their affinity. He loved the glimmer in her lilac eyes when she got excited, the music note-shaped pins that held her blonde hair back, the little box-shaped backpack she carried ‘handy’ items in, and the musical pattern in her flowy skirt, all her signature trademarks. He was grateful to have her around because she made him feel like he was a good person, and as an expression of gratitude he always willingly aided her. He respected her for acknowledging her weaknesses to him in those final hours as an act of showing complete faith in each other’s intuition. He found himself closer to her than anyone he’d become acquainted with before in his life, and despite her misguided actions, he refused to condemn her as a villain and concluded that her sacrifice was ultimately her grandest gesture. In truth, she was the greatest person he’d ever gotten the chance of knowing, and he cherished her in his heart. As he laid in his bed, recollecting his memories of the time they’d spent together, he quietly spoke to himself,

“Yes. I have always, always, always, always been in love with Kaede Akamatsu.”

#it sounded so good when I wrote it but now that i'm rereading it all together its very corny #mine #shuichi speaks #fanfic #shuichi saihara #kaede akamatsu #ndrv3 #saihara tag

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FAQ (For those on mobile)

Where did you find the art for your icon(s)? : The fabulous artist can be found on pixiv here and also there!

Who are you? : You can call me Lili or mod lili as you want ! I have another ask blog call @ask-danganron-students.

Is this blog related to your other ask blog? : Yes and no! By that I mean that if you don’t follow my other blog then don’t worry, you won’t miss any big thing. But with yes I mean that those two blogs are happening at the same time in the same universe. So while Shuichi and the others are “trapped” in the Academy with Munakata etc, Hajime and the others are also “trapped” on the island with Makoto etc. You can totally ask the characters here about characters on the other blog and they will answer (with what they know so not much since in this story Makoto took the dr2 cast to an unknown island). Gekkougahara is the one who knows the most about it ;)

Where did you find your sprites? : Gekkougahara’s sprites can be found here, Sakakura’s can be found here, chisa’s were made by @freakysandra1995, nearly all of the others are from here or here !

Can I send ask to “???” : You can send ask to anyone who is awake ! To know who it is just look at my profile pic, the characters that you can see on it are the ones awake ! You can also send ask to the members of the FF who are present, that means Munakata (later), Gekkogahara, Sakakura and Chisa! Maybe there will be more characters later but for now that’s all!

Is Chisa in despair?: Who know? To be honest I haven’t decided yet but if she is you won’t know it…For now haha!

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Can I be a mod? : No sorry ! I’m more of a “working alone” kind of person and I want to be in charge of everything that happens on this blog, sorry about that!

I send you an ask xxx time ago and didn’t get an answer, why? : I’m sorry about that! As I said I have another ask blog so I can be pretty busy and if I have a lot of asks on this blog sometimes you won’t get an answer, not because I don’t like your ask but because I didn’t see it, wasn’t inspired, or I have already answered one a bit like yours (or I just thought “I’ll keep this one for later” but then forgot about it haha). Just send me another one ! If you really wanted to have the answer to your ask, you can send it to me again (not spam me, just one or two times) so I can see that this is an important question for you, don’t do it everytime though ! :)

When will ____ wake up? : I don’t know ! I don’t really plan it, it’s more something I do when I feel the time is right for it to happen.

Is it spoilers free? : Not spoilers free for any of the games and the anime, sorry !

When is it taking place? : after the events of the second game !

What is not canon?: DR3 ! Future arc hasn’t happened! But the all the characters in dr3 exist. The Despair part of the anime more or less happened the same way but not exactly the same. If you want more precision, just ask me (unless it’s part of the plot then I won’t tell you haha).

What is canon?: All the games.

Wait, if V3 is canon then how is it possible that the others are alive?: I have explained it in my first post but here it is once again : at the end of the game, Shuichi said that it was really possible that Tsumugi lied about quite a lot of things. I’m going with that fact and I made up my own theory of what really happened. Because if we go with the fact that Tsumugi wasn’t lying then a lot of things wasn’t possible (creating talents just with false memories, resurecting people, giving people illness, manipulating feelings…). So the only way for all of it to work is…A simulation. Like in the second game. So here is the story :

All the characters were Ultimate but were forced to run away because of the Ultimate Hunt. But the Ultimate Hunt is a bit different from what they remembered during the game; it was in fact remnants of despair who were tracking down Utimates to force them to participate in Killing Games. The Killing Games were broadcasted mostly to the others Remnant of Despair but also to part of the population. They put them into the Neo World and not into “real killing games” because that way it would be harder for the FF to know where they were and come to rescue them (and because they didn’t have enough ressource to do them). Of course at the end of each killing game the ones who died would be killed for real and the ones who had survived would wake up…just to end up facing the remnant of despair (who would either kill them or let them go so they could talk about what happened and spread despair), only one would be kept as the Survivor and would participate into the next Killing Game (this is what happened to Rantaro).

Quite a few killing games happened but not 53, more like 5-6 (I haven’t decided on an exact number for now) (counting the two already known). So what happened in the end was actually them breaking out of the simulation. At the same time FF was coming to the rescue and stopping the remnants of despair present in the real world. I think that explain everything, if there are still things that are unclear just ask me! :)

What ship so far? : I don’t know for all of them but the ones I’m sure I’ll do are Saimatsu and Kaimaki! I also ship Kokichi with Keebo and Rantaro so I don’t know with which ship I will go haha! For the dr3 cast I’m nearly sure I’ll go with Munasaka! :)

I think that’s all for now, I’ll probably add more as time pass! :)

#faq #for those who can't read it through the link #answered ask #mod lili #post

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Tenko's undeniably very important to Himiko and her character development, but isn't there some plausible deniability to Himiko's supposedly romantic feelings for her? To be honest, they're my V3 OTP! But I see a lot of people getting their hopes up, thinking they'll get a "mutual gay feelings" ship, and I really don't want them to see them getting disappointed or heartbroken once they've played the localized version, so I kind of wanted someone else who's played the game to confirm this.

It’s certainly true that there’s room for some plausibledeniability, yes! Despite the fact that ndrv3 is the installment in the DR franchise which mostincludes confirmed romantic feelings, pretty much all of them are onlyconfirmed one-sidedly, and the rest is left up to interpretation.

I agree that it’s important to not count a ship as confirmedcanon representation when it’s not. It can be a let-down to fans who expectedmore, and also damaging to consider something as really good representationwhen it’s actually more about subtext or open-ended interpretation. When theEnglish localization comes out in September, it would probably make people sadto have expected a canon wlw ship, only to realize: 1.) one member of this shipdies midway through the game, and 2.) the second member of this ship neverexplicitly says that she reciprocated or loved the other member the same way.

However, I’d like to make a point that this kind of one-sidedconfirmation with room for reading the other person’s feelings however you’dlike is hardly the first we’ve seen of this in DR. While Juzo’s feelings forMunakata were made very explicitly clear in dr3, Munakata’s feelings weredefinitely fudged without any direct confirmation. Similarly, Ouma’s feelingstowards Saihara are made transparent throughout ndrv3 whether you play his FTEsor bonus mode content or not, because they’re plot-relevant, but whether youfeel Saihara does or would ever reciprocate or not is something left veryopen-ended.

Ships getting a definite one-sided confirmation has beensomething of a trend in DR lately, and this includes gay ships. Before Juzo anddr3, I wouldn’t have thought Kodaka would actually confirm there even being acanonically gay character whose gayness was important to his character arcwithout being treated as a joke or some “extra” unlockable line in a throwawayFTE. I definitely didn’t expect for Ouma to be yet another canonically gay character who was treated similarly—I waskind of resigned to probably having to wait a few more years before Kodaka didanything else of this sort, so it was a pleasant surprise.

And while I definitelywould like for there to be a canonical gay ship where both parties areconfirmed to feel the same way and reciprocate, moreso with a wlw ship, I feelthe need to point out that this room for interpretation is at the very leastnot limited to gay ships only. Fandom tends to take the fact that Maki andSaihara have canonically confirmed romantic feelings for Momota and Kaede asword-of-god absolute stamp of approval that momoharu and saimatsu are ships inwhich both parties reciprocate, but…well, these ships too are ones in whichromantic reciprocation is up to interpretation, rather than confirmed.

It’s always been this way in the DR franchise. Naegi andKirigiri have perhaps the most strongly, near-explicitly confirmed relationshipin the whole series, and still you can read into it that they are just really,really important to each other as friends. There’s never been a single “I loveyou” or “I have romantic feelings for you” on either part.

Hinata and Nanami are the same. While they are bothundeniably important to one another, and while Nanami is certainly someone whohas left a lasting impression on Hinata and stayed “within his heart” eversince her death, there’s literally never been an instance of romanticconfirmation. Everything is just FTEs, school mode, or cute little moments ofsubtext that can be interpreted as either a crush or a sweet moment betweenfriends.

Maki and Saihara are some of the first characters in themain game installments to talk explicitly with one another about havingromantic feelings for other people (Momota and Kaede). Their feelings areundeniably there, and real, and important to the plot. Maki’s feelings forMomota drive her to do many things, both good and bad, for the sake of actingon the one thing she feels she’s chosen for herself. Saihara’s feelings forKaede help motivate him to become stronger and to reach the truth. Both of themrely on their romantic feelings for motivation and strength, and that’sprecisely why Tsumugi takes those feelings and turns them into a weakness inChapter 6 when she’s trying to crush their spirits.

Momota and Kaede are never once confirmed to haveromantically reciprocated Maki’s or Saihara’s feelings. Momota certainly knew,at the very end before he was executed, how Maki felt about him. He even seemsto have been thankful that she would feel that way “about a mess of a guy likehim.” But considering his illness, and the fact that he treats Maki roughly thesame as he treats Saihara, there’s plenty of room to read in that he justthought of her as a good friend.

Kaede was only around for one chapter. She clearly likedSaihara’s company, wanted to see him become braver, and trusted him about asmuch as she could in a situation where trust was almost impossible. But thefact remains that she could not trust him completely and explicitly untilalmost the very end of the school trial; she never could bring herself to tellhim about the plan and the trap she had set for the mastermind. She trusted himat the trial to carry on her will and reach the truth after she was gone, butthis is very different from explicitly stating a love confession. Saihara fellin love with Kaede the moment she grabbed his hand in the classroom, but howKaede felt about him is very much a matter of fan interpretation.

This brings me back to Himiko and Tenko. Tenko, whilecertainly nowhere near as plot relevant to the story as these other characters,nonetheless has pretty open, canonically confirmed feelings for Himiko. I wouldsay that with Tenko at least, there’s no room for debate on this front. She’sgay, and she loves Himiko, and while she certainly starts out idolizing Himikotoo much and clinging to her way too much for Himiko’s comfort, this issomething she corrects and adjusts later on, and her feelings of wanting tosupport Himiko and protect her are as genuine as can be.

Much of Himiko’s character arc revolves around how sheactually treated Tenko while she was alive vs. how she would like to treat herif she were still here now. There’s a lot about regret with Himiko, and notsaying the things she could when she had the chance “because they were tootiring,” or “because she was too scared of her emotions.” After Tenko dies,Himiko is devastated, and withdrawn, and keeps bringing up feeling sorry forTenko, and this is something she gets called out on by the narrative andparticularly by Ouma, as she always used to brush Tenko off or treat her like somethingof a pain initially.

But feelings can grow and change and develop. There areplenty of ways to read into the lasting impact Tenko has on Himiko and hercharacter growth and development. You can certainly read into it that Himikojust thought of her as a very good friend! But it’s also entirely possible toread it as a story of Himiko realizing her feelings and that she perhaps couldeven have reciprocated the way Tenko felt about her, but only far too late,after Tenko’s already dead. And since she can’t tell Tenko how she feels abouther one way or the other, either as a friend or romantically, she nonethelessresolves herself to change her way of life and become stronger, more active,and more honest all around.

I wouldn’t say that the idea of Tenko being gay for her everdisgusted or bothered Himiko, either. Her initial problems with Tenko were thatshe felt she was much too clingy, and that it was a pain to be around her.Himiko is someone who is introverted by nature, and who gets tired out easily.The idea of having to constantly spend time with someone ooh-ing and aah-ingover her, and who came across as somewhat condescending or overprotectivedespite her good intentions, is what bothered Himiko about her, and it’s why ittook her so long to realize that Tenko actually was trying to get to know thereal her.

Even if you’d like to read into it that way, I’d just liketo say as someone who’s always been gay and who didn’t actually come to terms withit until I was well into my late high school years/early college years, thatthere were plenty of times in which I reacted very negatively to the idea ofanyone being gay for me, due to my own internalized homophobia, living with an extremely homophobic guardian at home, anda number of other factors. I’m not proud of it, but I definitely said and didhomophobic things back when I was younger, and I was still gay at the time—justin denial about it, and closeted.

My point is that while Himiko’s feelings for Tenko arecertainly not confirmed, and himitenko should not be taken as a 100% reciprocated, canonically gay ship any morethan saiouma or munasaka should, there’s still a lot of room forinterpretation, and I’m glad that Himiko and Tenko got at least a few more babysteps in the right direction. This is progress even compared to Aoi and Sakura,who had a similar line of development and relationship with one another in dr1.And even though it’s always frustrating when canonically gay characters die orgay ships are just left rather open-ended, I’m at least somewhat appeased bythe fact that DR by and large leaves mostof its ships open-ended and unconfirmed, so at least they’re both on somewhatmore equal footing.

I hope this clears up some of the thoughts I have on it! Ireally don’t mind whether people want to interpret Himiko’s feelings for Tenkoas either friendly or romantic, because it’s definitely left open-ended! I alsounderstand people’s feelings of really, reallywanting a confirmed wlw ship in any kind of media, because they’re so hard tocome by and so often get brushed under the rug or played for fanservice only. Ithink as long as people keep in mind that himitenko isn’t something directlyconfirmed and don’t go into the game expecting it as such, they’ll still havean enjoyable time playing when the English release hits. Thank you for stoppingby, anon!

#ndrv3 #new danganronpa v3 #tenko chabashira #himiko yumeno #himitenko #ndrv3 spoilers //#my meta #okay to reblog #himitenko is definitely not confirmed representation or a confirmed ship #but i'm glad at least that tenko's importance to himiko is always brought up on the same level as momota's to maki or kaede's to saihara #anonymous

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One Vanilla Frappé, Please [Fever February Day 20 - I Can’t Read The Numbers]

FEVER FEBRUARY INDEX

Summary: It's a normal day at the coffee shop. Or, at least, it would be if he wasn't sick as a dog and trying to earn the money needed to pay his student loans. Despite his awful condition, Shuichi sure is lucky to have a bro and his girlfriend by his side no matter what.

Fandom: Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony Ships: Saimatsu (Kaede/Shuichi)

Word Count: 2.2K words

Notes: God, Fever February is done at last, hahaha yada yada yada another Saimatsu sickfic where Shuichi is the sick one It's short and rather self-indulgent, but does anybody mind some Saimatsu H/C sometimes? I sure don't.

Special mention to @sf-trash-tm and @feverish-and-delirious, since they both said they wanted to see more Danganronpa whump around! Here ya go, peeps!

AO3 version available here.

He should have known better than coming to work sick, but… There he is. At work. Sick.

Shuichi knows for a fact he shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here serving stuff to people when he has a terrible headache and probably a huge fever. But he also has two reasons why he just can’t skip work: he desperately needs the money for his student loans and the shop has a lot of customers on weekends like this one.

Kaito didn’t want him to come to work, that’s for sure: his manager is staring at him with eyes stuck between anger and worry, crossing his arms as he regularly tells him to go back to his goddamn bed. Well, it’s not that he doesn’t want: truly, if he listened to his instincts, Shuichi would already be sleeping his fever off.

And yet, he gave the clients his best smile because that’s just his job. He’s here to serve coffee and smile at people no matter how bad he feels. To be honest, he prefers to stay focused on his job because it makes him forget about his clothes clogging to his skin and the constant chills plaguing his body.

Sometimes, people ask him if he feels all right. It’s obvious he doesn’t, but he stills replies he’ll be fine. His body gives it away immediately: when he looked at himself in the mirror this morning, his skin was deadly pale, his reddened eyes were empty and had deep dark circles under them, his entire face was flushed, and his body hair was rising en masse. There was no way he could hide the fact he didn’t feel right at all: at best, he could just wear a mask over his nose and mouth and put on some makeup under his eyes, which he did.

One of his profs, he’d say his Foreign Literature prof, enters the shop. He forgot until then that the latter was a fellow client of the place: he comes there every morning to take his coffee before his classes start. He apparently has classes on Saturdays too but one thing’s sure: Shuichi doesn’t have classes on Saturdays, so it’s probably not a class with his course.

He gets his usual dose of “how are you” questions from an oblivious younger-than-he-would-like-to-be man, but this time around, he does notice something wrong with his student. Truly, the way Shuichi’s out of breath gives his condition away easily: he may be asthmatic, he’s usually not that desperate for oxygen.

“Bro,” Kaito tells him as he takes off his apron, “ya should go back home. Kaede’ll be here shortly and I’m gonna call Rantaro in so he can take ya place.”

“I’m okay, I’m just…” he rubs his eyes as a perfect way to destroy his credibility. “I’m just a bit sick, nothing too bad. You know I need that salary…”

“Yeah, I know that, but everyone keeps asking ya if ya alright! Nobody wants ya nasty virus in their latte bro! I know ya careful and all, but ya really gotta go back home and rest!”

Shuichi swoons a little but decides to stay up. He’s starting feel a bit too dizzy for this job.

“Rantaro has something very important with his sisters, I can’t disturb him because of some virus… Really, we should leave him alone… I’ll deal with it for the rest of my shift and go back to sleep…”

Kaito seems doubtful, staring at him with quirked eyebrows, then sighs as he sends a text. Shuichi wishes he could read the name of the contact he’s sending this to, or what the message is about, but the phone is too far from him and his vision is already swimming as it is.

“It’s not like Kaede won’t notice anythin’ either, y’know… I have to visit Maki Roll at the hospital, I’ll have to leave ya alone for a few minutes. Ya sure ya really don’t need a ride home?”

“I’m sure. Please tell Maki I wish her a sound recovery from her appendicitis.”

“Will do! Good luck, bro, and don’t hesitate to go back home if ya really don’t feel good, ‘kay?”

“I’ll do that…”

The shop’s activity considerably slows down between two and four in the afternoon. It’s the ideal time for him to take it easy and, most of all, treat to himself for a bit: he grabs the fever reducers hidden in his apron’s pouch, serves himself a coffee (his third of the day, if he’s not mistaken) and gulps down the medicine with his cup of the steaming black liquid.

Usually, Shuichi would have tried cleaning some stuff around while customers didn’t come in, but he feels way too tired to do that. Instead, he decides to sit down on a stool behind the counter and rest for a bit.

While nobody is here, he takes the chance to cough a lung out. He’s been keeping that fit inside for an hour or so by now, it’s only natural of him to finally make that urge exit his system by the only true way he can think of. His chest hurts as if knives teased to stab it from the inside. He’s now sure he has something akin to a bronchitis because God does it starts to hurt in there.

For a while, things seem to calm down, until he feels one particularly violent wave of chills going down his spine. There is a disgusting, strong surge of sweat flowing down his back. It can’t mean much other than him having a fever spike. This isn’t the moment for that, goddammit! Kaede isn’t here yet!

His breathing gets faster and faster as in an attempt to make his condition feel any better than absolute hell. He’s trapped behind the counter, on a chair, because he’ll only fall, if not faint, if he gets up from it. He’s lucky there isn’t a single customer right now, otherwise he’d be beyond screwed. As such, he just hopes for the best and for Kaede to come in soon. His reducers haven’t kicked in yet, but he sure knows he’s not doing well.

His phone vibrates in his pants’ pocket. Shuichi, desperately trying to find something to divert his attention from how bad he’s feeling, takes it out with a shaking hand and looks at the screen… only to notice he can’t even read it. It’s all a juggled mess of pixels.

He realizes how bad this is when, no matter how much he rubs his eyes, the blur stays. This isn’t the LSD screen’s fault: it’s his eyes. They’re unfocused and can’t seem to be able to focus anymore. In fact, he can barely see in front of him. Yet, he gets to reach the thermometer he’s buried inside his bag: perhaps, just perhaps he’ll be able to make out the number on it if he stares at it for long enough.

He hears the entrance’s doorbell ring. Fuck. There’s a customer at the worst moment possible. He gets up from the chair as soon as possible, not caring about the blood rushing to his ears (or, at least, ignoring the discomfort of such a thing as much as possible). He knows the pumps and drawers by heart: he can do this until Kaede arrives and before he can at least go lie down in the staff room.

Shuichi can’t distinguish anything on the customer’s face – at that point it could even be an animal and he wouldn’t know the difference – but the voice makes it clear: they’re a woman with a gentle, muffled voice.

“One medium vanilla frappe, please,” she orders.

“Consider it done…”

He clumsily tries to reach the ice and vanilla ice to make her the drink she’s wanting, but all he ends up doing is finding the actual coffee instead. He tries again, finds the plastic cups and the ice. He smiles a little because this is his special someone’s favourite drink: in fact, it was one of the things he learnt before their first date.

In the end, someone else comes behind him and finishes the drink for him… before drinking it themselves. He recognizes this apron and this method of stealing a drink from his hands: it’s Kaede who has finally arrived. He wishes he could distinguish the expression of her face more clearly than “she doesn’t look happy, I guess?”.

“God, Kaito was right! You’re completely out of it!” she exclaims, a hand on her hip and the other sipping on her frappe. “You didn’t even recognize a workmate!”

“S-sorry… I’m…” he rubs his eyes again. “A bit tired…”

“Yeah, sure, like I’ll believe you. Go lie down, I’ll take care of the orders.”

“My shift hasn’t ended yet, though…”

Shuichi knows very well that, at that point, whatever he’ll tell her will be useless: she just doesn’t care about his weak lies because she sees right through them. Everyone could right this moment, really, but Kaede can read in him like in an open picture book. That’s why he trusts her: she knows what he feels like, so she always tells him what she feels like when he can’t guess it by himself.

But he also knows she hates his little white lies, especially when she can completely see how bad they truly are. She hates it when he doesn’t admit to feeling ill because it happens so frequently: honestly, his health is terrible and he knows it, so he just likes to brush everything under the rug with little to no success.

He can barely tumble back to his chair, so he just sits down there as to wait for the time he’ll feel better. The reducers still haven’t kicked in: he’s probably too far gone. He’ll have to resort to something else to feel better and not completely crumble away at his workplace.

He goes to get the thermometer from the bag he left next to the chair and in the back of counter area. He can barely see Kaede move around as she prepares herself for her own shift. Alone. She should call Rantaro if she needs help, because he clearly won’t be able to do anything better than spill coffee on the ground and maybe himself with it.

As such, he inserts the thermometer in his mouth and waits, for a very short amount of time, for it to beep. He looks at it, stares into the small screen, but he can’t read the numbers. It’s all a mess. Rubbing anything won’t save him: in fact, his vision swims so badly he has no hope of ever knowing what it’s about. As such, he just calls for her with a timid voice. She can read it.

“Kaede…? Can I ask you something…?”

He guesses she turns to him because there is a noticeable pink blur in his field of vision now.

“What’s wrong?” she asks back.

“Can you read the number on there for me…?” he says as he shows her the thermometer in his hands. “I can’t read it…”

A short silence follows. He hears something falling to the ground.

“Oh God.”

Kaede rushes to him and takes the small stick of plastic in her hands. She gasps.

“Shuichi, your fever…! It’s over forty degrees!”

She puts a hand on his forehead, making a notice of how hot it is under her fingers and under his skin.

“I’m calling you an ambulance, you can’t stay at work like that! Why haven’t you told me anything about it?”

“You have a shift and you need money… I couldn’t prevent you from being here…”

She leaves a kiss on his forehead as her phone makes a dial sound. He’s that close to passing out.

“Oh, I’ve told you before to take care of yourself first… Relax now, I’m calling help, you’ll feel better soon…”

He gives her the smallest smile before everything turns black.

When he comes to, Shuichi definitely sees clearer than he did before. That’s a good thing. He also recognizes he’s nowhere near his workplace nor his flat: he has to be at the hospital. Great, he truly needed to be in there for a couple days. This isn’t even sarcasm: he needed someone to bring his ass in a place where his health would actually get taken care of.

At his side, a visibly relieved Kaede. She’s holding his hand: the small squeeze she gives it when she realizes he’s opened her eyes is warm and makes him feel better. She’s here, by this side, even if he essentially worried her beyond her reason.

“You scared us so much…” she whispers as she leaves a kiss on his cheek.

“I’m sick, though, you shouldn’t be kissing me…”

“Who cares! I’m never sick anyway. The doctors have told me it’s not contagious,” she winks.

“And, your shift…?”

“It ended an hour ago. Rantaro and Kaito were watching over you before I arrived. Don’t worry for me.”

Kaede sighs, then pouts. She doesn’t cross her arms: instead, she puts a second hand on his.

“I’ve told you to be careful, geez! You never listen to any of us when it’s about your well-being…”

Her eyes soften. Her glaze is comparable to an angel’s in his eyes.

“But I’ll take care of you anyway. I know you’re easily sick and it’s okay, but don’t overdo it, okay? You work hard already.”

He’ll never get enough of her warm kisses on his forehead.

#danganronpa #drv3 #saimatsu #sickfic #shuichi saihara #kaede akamatsu #kaito momota #otp: clair de lune #fever #illness #fluff

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