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dadsbongos · 3 years

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Reges Sumus

Movie/Game/Show: Danganronpa (which game/anime? who tf knows) Dynamic: Izuru Kamukura/Reader (heavily mentioned Hajime Hinata/Reader) Warnings: despair arc tings, i tried to put more into izuru’s character so i’m sorry if he comes out ooc :( Summary: Izuru knows he’s miserable, but he can never find himself pulling away. ~~~

“The world has fallen into despair. A despair so deep the entirety of humanity has cascaded into bloodlust. Anger. Fear. Hatred. Those outside our walls feel it all. Those outside our walls are jealous of us. Of our hope. Of our unity. Of our home. We cannot let them take us. We cannot let them take anything that is rightfully ours. Protect this place with your lives, for if you fall - so does our hope. So do I. So go out and fight, fight with all you have, fight with all you are. For your spouses, for your parents, for your children - for me. As long as you do so, we can save this world. We will save this world using my Ultimate as a weapon.”

“Praise be, oh Dominus.”

“Praise be, Reges Sumus.”

(Y/n) outstretched her arms to the crowd, “Now go, my children, my loves, save this world!”

In near perfect synchronist, the people pulled down their masks and turned to the large front door of the ransacked mansion, picking up their guns, bats, and knives as they left. Just in case, of course, it wasn’t their fault if someone wasn’t willing to give their rations to the leader. Same as it wasn’t their fault if their bat slipped over someone’s head, hard enough to crack open the skull like a nut, or if their fingers slipped over the trigger long enough to kill a small family over a can of beans. It wasn’t their fault. It was despair’s. It was Junko Enoshima’s.

“Dominus, aye?”

Looking to the source of the voice, (Y/n) gave the boy a close-eyed smile, she turned completely and waved off the guards that escorted the pair, “Fuyuhiko, Peko, my dears!” she let her hands fall on the blond’s cheeks, pressing a holy kiss to his forehead, leaving a lipstick stain in her wake before moving onto Peko and doing the same, “It’s lovely to have you visit.”

They both knew better than to wipe off the lipstick stains on their skin, anything even close to slander aimed at (Y/n) could be met with merciless death at her follower’s vengeful hands.

Fuyuhiko looked about the lavish room, decorated with stolen jewels and furniture, before nodding, “Not fuckin’ shabby.”

“Thank you,” (Y/n) clasped her hands together, bringing them to her chest in delight, “As much as I adore having you here, I must ask why drop by so suddenly?”

Peko piped up, “We got chased out of a hideout. Kazuichi thought it’d be funny to send us some Monokumas.”

“Oh, my! That’s not good at all,” the girl shook her head before turning and beginning to walk up a set of stairs, “Come.”

Following close after, Fuyuhiko watched as his fellow Despair trailed her fingertips gently over the paintings of herself hung in the hall. (L/n), (Y/n), Ultimate Charisma, had truly built herself a cult of lies. The belief that somehow her followers could rebuild the world and rid it of despair, somehow she could save the world with the power of her ultimate status.

She had no intention of doing so, but it gave the people something to believe in and fight for - and that was good enough.

“Here we are,” (Y/n) opened a bedroom door, a queen-sized mattress laying on the floor with no bed frame, “It’s the best I can do at the moment, my dearest apologies.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Fuyuhiko brushed off - he knew better than to complain.

Peko nodded, “This is enough.”

“I’m glad,” she gestured the pair inside, taking each of their hands and pressing a kiss to their knuckles, “Anything for my comrades.”

As she left, she shut the door. What despair would become of the poor soul whose room that was, a shiver went down (Y/n)’s spine at the mere thought.

Minor, of course, but only in the moment. It was one of many things that would slowly build up into a cacophony - and she was reveling in it.

Entering her own room, (Y/n) jumped slightly at the dark silhouette standing by her king-sized mattress, completed with the fanciest bed frame she could steal, before recognizing the long, flowing hair. She smiled at the boy, hands already reaching out for him, “Oh, Izuru, my darling,” she took his cheeks, lovingly brushing her thumbs over the bones and bringing his forehead to her lips in a staining kiss, “Did you get in with Fuyuhiko and Peko?”

He made no gesture of nodding but the agreement was there, or perhaps he simply ignored her question and she was projecting upon a blank canvas, “I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting you to start a cult, but won’t they tear you apart when they realize what you’ve done?”

The lies she’s told. The things she’s stolen. The people she’s killed. The sins living in her veins thrived on every weeping babe and execution splattering across these walls of hers.

“Isn’t that the point? The despair. Having everything I’ve worked for crumble when the worms revolt,” she answered, sitting upon her bed and patting the space beside her for Izuru, “Sit, my dear, I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“It hasn’t been that long,” he corrected.

“No, but I missed your face,” she leaned over, not particularly caring of any personal boundaries he may have, and brushed back his hair, slicking it away from his face and tying it back, “Well, it’s not truly your face, is it?”

Izuru didn’t respond, simply watching as the woman took a finger down the bridge of his nose.

“It’s Hajime Hinata’s,” her smile faded for the first time in a long time, a soft frown taking its place, “We were close, you know?”

“So I’ve heard,” Izuru grabbed (Y/n)’s wrist as her fingertip brushed his cupid’s bow, “I have no memory of that, you know.”

“I do.”

“So don’t force me to.”

“I’m not,” denying his claim, (Y/n) knew he didn’t believe her - though to be fair, she didn’t believe herself either, “I just like the despair of being so close, yet so far, from my beloved Hajime.”

Silence festered within the room once again.

A smile slowly teased back onto (Y/n)’s face, “You must be tired, but there’s something I simply have to show you.”

He knew where she was going with this, an attempt at recruitment as usual, but something deep, deep, deep down told him to go along with it. Perhaps it was a rare pity.

Perhaps it was the part of him enamored with the one called Dominus.

Perhaps it was the part of him that mourned the Ultimate Gamer.

Perhaps it was both.

Perhaps it was him.

Any which way, he stood and followed after the woman, the red of the sky drenching the walls through cracked, dusty windows as they traversed down the hallway.

Passing Fuyuhiko and Peko’s room, passing the guard’s posts, passing the main room - (Y/n) led Izuru to a room at the very end of the grand corridor. Cardboard had been hastily tacked onto the wood with messy, uneven letters spelling out ‘nursery’ in bold. She pushed the door open easily enough, despite the clear indication it should’ve been locked, and gestured the long-haired man through.

It was dark save for the faint light emanating from a baby monitor hooked onto a stained crib in the corner with ‘K.S’ etched into the corner. From what Izuru could see, there were about four cribs in the room and all of them filled with a sleeping baby.

“I feel no sympathy for babies in despair.”

“I never wanted kids,” (Y/n) brushed past the man and his words, her voice quiet to avoid waking the children, “I always thought they were snotty, whiny, loud, annoying little money-suckers who took and took and took until they were of age to take care of themselves and then they leave you forever…” she ran a finger over the sticky wood, “and I still do. But Hajime,” she hesitantly took a glance at Izuru, knowing she’d never find what she wanted in his gaze, “Hajime liked kids. He wasn’t sure he wanted any but I think he might’ve.”

Izuru watched the woman slowly revert back to his side to watch the babies as they slept, “So?”

“Do you want kids, Izuru?”

“I’m a war criminal.”

“War criminals can want kids, can’t they?” she huffed at his difficulty, previously cheery attitude slipping into her real feelings, “Someone being unfit to be a parent doesn’t stop them. I don’t know of any restrictions preventing someone from having a child, do you?” when he didn’t respond, she continued, “Hajime’s parents were unfit and still, they had him. I’m glad he was born but I wish it was to better people.”

“He didn’t seem to resent them. From what little I can feel of him.”

“He doesn’t seem to resent a lot of people he should. But it’s his life, who am I to interject?” she sarcastically mumbled, patience for Izuru Kamukura growing thinner, “I told him the procedure was an awful idea and look who’s standing next to me…”

“You seem to hate me and yet you strangely desire me at your side.”

“I told you already, it’s the despair.”

“I’m not stupid, (Y/n), I can see through you.”

Her shoulders tensed.

“Your request is impossible and you know that.”

She just wants her boyfriend back, is that really so much to ask for?

“My request is…” she paused, pursing her lips and furrowing her brows, “My request is…”

“I’ll be taking a room for the night,” he coldly informed.

“Stay with me,” (Y/n) took Izuru by his sleeve, fingers grasping at the clothes she’d never seen on her lover before - and she still hasn’t, technically. Because it wasn’t him, no matter how much she wished for him to magically wake up and be Hajime again - deep down, she knew better.

Izuru looked at the woman, her eyes slowly wetting and bottom lip quivering. She didn’t want him. She may have thought he was attractive, but that was only because he had stolen a man’s face.

She’d never want him.

It… stung. To know a woman so enamored with a lesser version of yourself, or who you had taken over, wasn’t similarly enamored with you. And she never could be. He didn’t like feeling so hurt over her rejection. He didn’t like knowing why it hurt.

Because he always wanted her.

He shook off her hand before wordlessly leaving the room and beginning his trek towards their shared abode for the night.

He wasn’t Hajime Hinata, he was Izuru Kamukura and he knew that no matter how much he wanted the sting to die, he would still be Izuru Kamukura when he woke up in (Y/n)’s arms the next morning.

It was Junko’s curse.

It was despair.

#sdr2 x reader #hajime hinata x reader #izuru kamakura x reader #izuru x reader #kamukura x reader

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teotalksaboutstuff · 3 years

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How to GREATLY improve the plot of New Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony

I am shamelessly springboarding off of @xxaeris videos on why Kokichi’s writing is awful. In fact, most of my ideas here originated from them.

With that, we begin with swapping one talent. Kokichi Ouma, the secondary antagonist of this rewrite, shall become the Ultimate Lucky Student. The primary antagonist shall be Angie Yonaga. Per Aeris’ video, it makes the most logical sense for the characters as they are. Now begin the actual plot changes.

Chapter 2′s Culprit

Tsumugi Shirogane shall be the culprit instead Kirumi Toujo. What did the former do apart from be the mastermind, murder Rantarou and frame it on Kaede? Nothing important comes to mind. If Tsumugi were to be the culprit, she would at least be doing a bit more and then just be the mastermind from offscreen. Tsumugi’s execution would be similar to Kirumi’s canon one, but she falls into a pit where no one can see the bottom. Thus, it can be assumed she died, though it’s totally plausible she did not, as this has to be used as evidence later.

Chapter 3′s Subversions

You know how every Danganronpa 3rd case has to be a double murder? Not this one! Korekiyo kills Tenko with the seesaw trick during a seance to commune with Tsumugi. It’s as simple as that, no double murder fussiness. Admittedly this slows Himiko’s top-notch character development that made canon V3-3 not entirely rubbish, but some sacrifices must be made for a greater story here.

Chapter 4′s Successes

Miu is still going to do exactly what she did with the virtual world and plan to kill Kokichi. Except this time, she does so successfully. Aeris’ video claims that Miu’s breakdown would have all the best parts of Fuyuhiko’s and Mikan’s from SDR2, and I, frankly, would LOVE to see this. I imagine Miu’s execution being pretty sick as well.

Chapter 5′s Boiling Point

At this point, Angie’s hold over the student body is a chokehold, and Kaito Momota, quite frankly, is sick of this. How are his classmates ever going to chase their hopes for the outside like this? This is his motive to murder Angie, and we are not doing that unsolvable murder thing. Himiko finally gets the second half of that character development that started in Chapter 3. The execution fails like in canon, and Kaito still gets to die on his own terms.

Chapter 6′s Reveal

The power of not four, not five, but six students is used to reveal the mastermind, who is still very much Tsumugi Shirogane. The trial still goes essentially how it went in canon, and Kiibo still destroys the academy in the end. However, my wishful thinking implores me to add one more detail: Kiibo’s AI still exist, and the body is in an entirely repairable state, if Kiibo himself is broken.

The New Survivor Roster

Shuichi Saihara

Himiko Yumeno

Maki Harukawa

Kirumi Toujo

Gonta Gokuhara

K1-B0

Final Thoughts

Everyone who survived V3 absolutely deserved to survive from a story perspective. However, the story could have been even better had Kokichi Ouma not been the entirety of the plot of Chapters 4 and 5, and more of the participants had been allowed to survive.

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spookyc · 3 years

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i'm kind of interesting in your cryptid au - what type of monster is each character?

Glad you asked and I'll be happy to answer! I'll also try to explain why I chose each cryptid for each character.

Alright let's start with our protagonist, Hajime, this one is pretty simple, he is a shapeshifter. This is one is pretty self explanatory, as it's meant to represent Izuru possessing every talent where as here Izuru has the ability to possess the forms of his fellow freakshows. He is one of the most anticipated acts in the freakshow, but constantly transforming his body everyday for the audience does a number on his psyche, eventually bringing Izuru out.

Nagito: As I revealed in an earlier post, was a vampire. I chose this due to his general appearance and also his condition of being sickly. I also chose it to form an interesting dynamic for Nagito. See, as a vampire, Nagito needs to drink blood but a vampire's powers increase when they are hungry, so hope's peak intentionally starves him for his shows. So, nagito grows more unhinged from starvation, and starts thinking of feeding off the freakshows. But he still has his hope complex and worships the freakshows. So he's caught in a struggle of his body and his will.

Chiaki: Now she isn't exactly a cryptid but I like what I decided for her. So she's a TV head, which I chose due to her gaming fixation but also because she was an AI, which is sort of the same here, albeit more of a kiibo situation where she is an AI in a physical body. Her shows aren't as elaborate as the others, mostly consisting of her showing emotions through the swapping of channels and playing videos games in her mind which is portrayed on her TV screen. She doesn't have as severe issues as some of the others but she faces her own problems as an AI among humans.

Ultimate Imposter: Simple enough, he's a doppelganger. This is of course referring to him being the ultimate imposter, the only real change being that his true form is that of a gray amorphous blob. His shows consist of him copying the other freakshows, though it differs from Hajime tho, as UI can only morph into people and is restricted to morphing into those he knows whereas Hajime can shapeshift into anything, even things he has not seen.

Teruteru: So, quite an odd choice, but one I'm quite pleased with. So Teruteru is a basan, or a japanese fire-breathing chicken. As for a human form, he doesn't have one, he's just a fire-breathing chicken who's a great cook, the jokes make themselves. He's still a perve but less so simply due to most of the forms the freakshows take, only really having his eye on Peko and Sonia who are both very capable of killing him with a single strike so he keeps his cards to his chest as it were. His acts of course consist of feats of fire breathing and dual acts with akane.

Peko, my beloved: So Peko is a gorgon, in the sense that she has the bottom half of a snake. I chose this because Peko reminds of a snake in the best way possible. She's fierce and mysterious with piercing eyes that cut through your soul. As for abilities, she does possess the stone vision of gorgons, but she can control when she uses it, and she doesn't like having to use it. Just because she doesn't use her stone vision doesn't mean she should be underestimated tho, she still is a pro swordswoman and is arguably more adept than she would have been with legs. She has a dual act with Fuyuhiko, more specifically an arena type duel. Of course they don't fight to the death but any injury they sustain is fair game. Peko of course always objects to this but pushing hope's peaks buttons risks detainment for a freakshow, ultimately, she doesn't have a choice.

Mahiru: Okay so, she was really hard but I decided on making her a nymph. This is because I imagined that being able to blend with nature would be able to help capture people in their most natural state, in regards to her photography of course. Her acts are also not the most eventful, just her blending with different natural surroundings. That's honestly about it, wish I had more but Mahiru has always been a blank slate for me.

Ibuki: Ibuki! So, ibuki is a Siren, this is pretty obvious, as I chose this due to her being the ultimate musician. However, I do have an interesting dynamic with her and her ability. So, since sirens usually have melodious voices and show their victims what they desire most, I wanted to flip that on its head. So, since Ibuki doesn't exactly have a melodious voice, (a great voice, yes but not melodious nonetheless) her power doesn't show those what they desire but instead their deepest fears. This causes Ibuki to hide her singing, excluding her acts, and to grow self-conscious of her aspiration for music. Her acts consist mostly of water tricks and of course her singing, which audience members say they get a thrill and a since of comfort being able to face their deepest fear. Ibuki thinks differently, wanting her music to encourage and inspire people rather than send fear through them. And that is her central conflict throughout this au, which I'll end off here for sake of brevity.

Hiyoko: Pretty pleased with what I decided for her. So Hiyoko is a kitsune, I chose this because of her noble lineage and I think the kitsune is a pretty noble animal, despite having some cursed elements. She was still forced into the whole dancing thing, which she mixes between her human and fox form. But, her mischievous nature fits that of the kitsune as she's still her normal abrasive self. She tries staying out of her fox form as much as possible as it reminds her of her lineage that she hates but she of course has to transform into it for her acts. These consist of fire tricks as well as a showcase of mastery swapping between forms.

Mikan: Alright so Mikan's is kinda wild but stay with me. So Mikan is a lich and here's why. So I chose this for her because I know I wanted her to be undead, because she would constantly have to patch herself up. Decided on a lich to give an air to her that something isn't quite right, that she holds more power that she let's on and simply doesn't express it. Also I have some extremely dark reasons as to how she became a lich but I won't get into that here for brevity's sake.

Nekomaru: So Nekomaru's pretty fun, he's a minotaur mainly just because I think it fits him, and he definitely gives off jovial bull vibes. Despite his appearance he still has his joyful personality and still takes pride in his talent of team leader. His acts consist of feats of strength primarily, nothing much besides that.

Gundham: So Gundman is an imp, because he definitely deserves to be a demon but he's gonna be the lowest demon there is. Cause I still want to emphasize his whole "overlord complex" despite him just being an imp. He does still have his hamsters and he takes very good care of them, the four dark devas live a fulfilling life even if their master doesn't. Gundham can perform some lesser demon abilities like changing his appearance, in terms of pigment, small fire control, and flight. Of which he showcases in his acts. Even tho he's just an mere imp he is the Supreme Overlord of Ice and he will not accept any other titles.

Fuyuhiko: Finally! We have arrived at the boy, Fuyuhiko. So, Fuyuhiko is a werewolf, because he's an angsty boy and because I like werewolves. The story plays out much the same way as before, though Peko was assigned not just to protect Fuyuhiko but also to protect him from himself. His acts consist of arena battles with Peko, of which he always intentionally loses. He's able to transform each day to a drug they inject in him before every match that forces a transformation. These drugs make him agitated and irritable, more so than usual and also causes him extreme mood swings. Even if sometimes he wishes he could be detained, he stays for Peko. He knows she wouldn't forgive herself if he was taken away, regardless of her involvement, so he stays in this condition. It isn't all bad tho, spending time with Peko outside of the area isn't so bad. He also is often found hanging out with Kazuichi, who Fuyuhiko refers to as a "fucking moron" and yet still hangs out with him most days. They've formed an unlikely friendship that the two cherish even if Fuyuhiko won't admit it. He also has a pretty good relationship with Ibuki, her being Peko's girlfriend and all.

Kazuichi: Okay, Kazuichi, so Kazuichi is a gargoyle and man how I got there is a story. So I wanted Kazuichi to be something constructed, something manmade in a way so that he could rebuild himself as well as other things. So orginally he was a golem but I just couldn't vibe with that so I ended up settling with a gargoyle. I do think it fits him in a way, not sure how, but it suits him imo. So he's got the standard gargoyle abilities, he's got wings and can fly and can also change into his stone form at will. He prefers to sleep in this form, and he often turns into this form when scared which is often. His acts consist flying around the stage and testing the endurance of his stone skin. He also has a close relationship with Fuyuhiko and of course Sonia, though he doesn't see her as often as he would like.

Sonia: So, Sonia's is very different but I really like it. So she is a basilisk, not the serpent one but the more giant chicken with a serpent tail. Her cryptid form is one that affects her in and out of her form, and both are just as deadly. So since she's a basilisk, she has lethal vision and this is active in and out of her form. So she walks around with a blindfold on, and she has yet to see any of the her fellow freakshow's faces. She also is kept within her enclosure at almost all times, she's only let out about twice a day and these outings don't last long. In her basilisk form she easily stands 20-feet tall, with a wingspan of 25 feet, her feets are huge and equipped with deadly talons. From her beak she leaks venom that is capable of causing a limb to be amputated with a single drop. Not as lethal as her vision, but enough would easily be able to cause death. She doesn't perform, merely has visitors come and visit her in her basilisk form. She's very lonely, wishing with every part of her that she wasn't cursed with her form, but she does appreciate the visitors she gets. Chiaki and Akane often come to visit her, Kazuichi also comes by often, Fuyuhiko having to drag him off when he's overstayed his welcome. She holds on to her friendships, as it's all she really has.

Lastly we have Akane, so I decided on making Akane a dragon. For one dragons are known to have a voracious appetite, and two, Nekomaru in the main story talks about Akane having untapped potential, which I think would fit her as a dragon. Yeah, so contrary to Hiyoko, Akane primarily stays in her dragon form, even when just walking around the freakshow traveling caravan. She's not a huge dragon as she still isn't fully grown, so she's only slightly bigger than the average person. This is partially her just preferring her dragon form, (doesn't have to wear clothes, can fly, can eat more), but it's also because if she's a dragon no one can objectify her. She doesn't have to deal with the male gaze if she's a dragon and she quite likes it that way. Her acts consist of typical dragon shit, flying, feats of strength and a dual act with teruteru for fire breathing, (she can't breathe fire herself so she places teruteru in her mouth like a mama croc does with her babies and he does all the work. Before you say anything, teruteru actually doesn't get any perseve enjoyment out of this, or at least he doesn't anymore, just gets an excuse to take a bath).

And that's about it! Had a lot of fun coming up with these guys and I do have a story in mind for them if you'd like to hear. I also will answer that ask about the talentswap, I know it's been a while and I apologize for that but I have an excuse to work on it now so I'll get to that. Thanks for the ask!

#danganronpa #super danganronpa goodbye despair #cryptid au #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #chiaki nanami #ultimate imposter #teruteru hanamura #peko pekoyama #mahiru koizumi #ibuki mioda #hiyoko saionji #mikan tsumiki #nekomaru nidai #gundham tanaka #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #kazuichi soda #sonia nevermind #akane owari

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m-y-fandoms · 4 years

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Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu x reader (fluff + angst) - (COMMISSION)

When I get a commission that isn’t Danganronpa related, I keep the client’s name private and switch names and some paragraphs around to fit a Danganronpa character so you all can enjoy it. This commission best fit Fuyuhiko’s personality, so here you are - Admin Kokichi

SFW, gender-neutral reader

I walked through the halls of Hope’s Peak Academy, still toweling off my scalp after a shower in the gym’s locker room. Heavily I sighed, thankful for the much-needed sustenance that was soon to come when I finally reached the cafeteria. Sport after sport, activity after activity, it really wore the body out. Hope’s Peak really stressed the importance of the Ultimate-level students honing their skills. That’s why we were there, after all. Yes, we took general education classes like any normal student, the basics like the many different types of mathematics, general art, history, government, sciences and all that, but each student in the Main Course had several hours a day blocked out of their schedule dedicated to their specific talent and that talent only. It was rigorous, obsessive, and exhausting.

At times like this, I envied those who sat down for their talent, like animators and gamers, for I, the Ultimate Athlete, was always on my feet. Not that I’m saying art and gaming don’t take a lot out of those students, I just wanted a break from physical exertion once and awhile. My brain wasn’t stimulated quite as much as I’d like. Even the other athletes, like Aoi Asahina, the Ultimate Swimmer, and Akane Owari, the Ultimate Gymnast, had one set training area, and trained one sport for long sessions during the school day. As the all around Ultimate Athlete, the administration of Hope’s Peak had me training lots of different sports and exercise methods in short bursts. This meant running across campus from the pool to the dojo, from the gym to the baseball field, from the wrestling mat to the biking trails. Every day, a different muscle was sore, but I suppose I can’t really complain. It is an honor to be selected to attend Hope’s Peak. I mean, there were hundreds of regular students paying extraordinary rates to attend, just to be mocked and berated for being Reserve Course students anyway. I was lucky to have been chosen as the Ultimate Athlete at all, considering they already had so many types of athletes here. I think the appeal of my talent was that instead of being the best at one sport alone, I was above average at every single sport there was. Well, there was no use wasting time dwelling on my burnt-out body, because immediately after lunch, I was expected back at the gym with no delay. The longer this walk took, the less time I had to eat.

Picking up the pace, I sprinted - something I excelled at - through the courtyard that connected the Reserve Course and Main Course wings for what was a well-known shortcut to the cafeteria. Reaching the other side, I slowed my pace, my eyes landing on a curious scene that caught my attention. Three Reserve Course girls - distinguishable by the ash-black of their identical uniforms as opposed to the customizable (and optional) Ultimate uniforms - were whispering in hushed tones in front of one of the cream-colored pillars of the courtyard surrounded by some well-tended flowers. They trembled slightly, a bit jittery it seemed, and were clearly gossiping profusely like the gaggle of hens they resembled. There was malice and fear in their expressions as they looked back and forth from the object of their scrutiny then back to each other to deliberate and discuss. My eyes followed their line of sight to the opposite side of the courtyard, where the pond and benches sat. Of course, it was him. How did I not notice him as I passed by from that end? I must have been in some hurry.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, the Ultimate Yakuza, sat on the ground leaned up against a wall on the opposite side of the courtyard, scrawling notes into a notebook in his lap. His brow was creased, fairly engrossed in his studies. I could tell he heard the girls chattering, they weren’t being subtle and weren’t very far away, but Fuyuhiko was paying them no mind.

“Do you think his dad threatens the teachers if they give him a bad grade?” A blonde gasped, as if the thought had just occurred to her.

“Probably, I wouldn’t put anything past that clan of brutes,” another plain-looking girl whimpered in reply.

I stopped to watch the situation play out, hiding behind a nearby pillar and ready to step in if it continued, as rumor-spreading bullies were something that I just couldn’t stand by any means. I knew Fuyuhiko could handle himself… err… maybe I was just being a bit nosey to be honest.

After a few more minutes of the clique getting louder and bolder with their insultingly toxic babble, I saw Fuyuhiko’s head snap up, throwing them a pointed glare. The flock gasped in unison, with looks of horror on their faces, and scrambled away past me and into the hall. I smirked merrily: now that reaction was the more typical one. I was just thinking how brave these girls must have been to be provoking a Kuzuryuu in the first place. Many people in the school, and just the country in general were terrified of them. I myself felt a bit indifferent about Fuyuhiko. He was in my home room and never caused trouble.

The Kuzuryuu Clan was the largest and most powerful Yazuka clan in the country, with ties to national governments, huge drug rings, and a hand in many influential corporations throughout the country. People knew to fear them and not to mess with them, like any gang. Fuyuhiko was the only son of the head of the clan, and next in line as its leader, but if you’d spoken more than two words to the guy, you’d see that it was wise to respect him, but there was no need to fear him. In fact, his little sister Natsumi, who terrorized the Reserve Course girls, probably was the reason Fuyuhiko’s reputation around the school was smeared by association. People saw her bitterness, her jealousy, her need to harass or threaten anyone who she felt inferior to, her horrible attitude, and probably transferred that fear over to her older brother, thinking the siblings must be similar. It was just ridiculous. If anything, he was an asshole at times, but not dangerous.

Plus, how could someone be afraid of a guy who looked like that? Fuyuhiko was both adorable in some ways, and handsome in others. His cute side came out through in his meager height, the way his pale skin blushed easily when flustered, the softness of his blonde hair, the small pout he wore at times. He didn’t even have ink yet like most Yazuka. His skin was milky and untouched. On the other side of the spectrum, he was handsome and manly in the way he spoke, the elegance of his expensive suits and ties, his intelligence, the way he carried himself, his sharp and intense gaze. I always thought it was more reasonable to be attracted to him rather than afraid.

He did have a bit of an attitude problem, but I often felt bad for him because of it. The quipping, feisty exterior he presented was clearly a coping mechanism, a method of self-defense after years of pressure to be a pillar of his family and being misunderstood by his peers. It probably wasn’t easy to be expected to watch or even perform drug deals, interrogations, or even murders - who knows? Then after all of that, you come back into normal society and get judged for being tiny with a baby face behind your back while people are scared of you to your face.

He projected the anger he was taught was normal, and used the years of being raised in the Yakuza to adapt and mold his personality. He often cursed out or blew up at others, was stubborn and hard to work with, did his own thing, and despite how well he thought he hid her, his personal bodyguard being around the corner ready to kick someone’s ass at a moment's notice deterred many potential friendships. Most of our home room were friends with him, but I rarely talked to him. I really only made myself known to a few of the quieter kids in our class like Komaeda and Tsumiki, even Peko herself at times… but other than them I mainly kept to myself.

I just wished…. he’d talk to me first. I was desperate to get to know him without the fear of feeling like I was bothering him.

Ok, so maybe I wasn’t as indifferent as I let on before. Now that I’ve given myself away, I suppose I’ll just say it:

Yes, I was a bit biased on the topic of Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu because… I had a massive crush on him.

And it was hard, so very hard to see him in class everyday, at the dorms, around campus, and not be able to make those feelings known. I couldn’t tell if it was fear of judgment, fear of rejection, fear of him just cussing me out until I pissed myself, maybe a mix of all three? But now we were alone… save for Peko, who was undoubtedly spying from somewhere close by. Why should I care what anyone thinks? I was sure he’d never tell anyone if he rejected me anyway. He wasn’t the gossiping type, and he only told people what he needed them to hear. Steadying myself, I took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the decorative colonnade. As I shakily stepped across the grass, lunch became the last thing on my mind, and I approached him. He didn’t even look up until I began to speak, cowardice lining my tone.

“H-hey,” I mumbled, towering above him like some weirdo. He squinted in suspicion, a small pout settling onto his lips as he silently acknowledged me. “Are you studying?!” I yelled more than spoke, my nerves taking hold. He rolled his eyes, holding the notebook up with one hand. I couldn’t help scanning him, taking in the way the sun bounced off the yellow fluff of his buzz cut, the way his chest heaved slowly, the cute little mole under his bottom lip. I was sweating, wondering if Peko would knock me out for getting too close, but also entranced in his hazel eyes.

“What does it look like?” He huffed, irritated by my very presence. He probably came out hime to be alone, after all. Now he had to deal with me right after those insufferable girls.

“Ah, haha, yeah, well anyway, I wanted to say that those girls were obnoxious and wrong. You shouldn’t let their words get to you. They’re meaningless. Y-you shouldn’t care about what they think. I-” I spoke quickly, nervously, and he parried my words instantly, tired of me wasting his precious time.

“I don’t give a shit what they think. Since you’re such a fuckin’ creep and were apparently watching the whole time, you must have seen me scare them off, yeah? I obviously don’t care, and I don’t need some rando to come give me a fuckin’ pep talk! What do I look like to you, some fuckin’ kid that got his feelings hurt by some bullies? Fuck those bitches and fuck you! If that’s all you had to say, get lost,” he spat, and I flinched backwards. He was feeling vulnerable, and biting back was the only thing she knew, like an abused dog lashing out at its rescuers. I knew not to take it personal, that Fuyuhiko sometimes said things he didn’t mean out of anger. I knew all of this, but I was still taken aback and thoroughly intimidated. Almost as soon as he’d snapped at me, he settled back into his calm studying, opening the notebook again. That was Fuyuhiko, a little ball of rage that could be turned on and off like a switch.

“Well, I, um-” I cut off my own words, swiftly turning on my heel and marching out of the courtyard, clutching my bag like it could save me from this humiliation.

“Fuck… I’m such an idiot.” I shook my head, involuntarily replaying my blunderous attempt to ask Fuyuhiko out in my head over and over again. Could it even be called that? I mean, I didn’t even get to the asking out part before I made a complete fool of myself and pissed him off. I was now rushing through the corridors of the first floor, trying to make it to what was my last class of the day after a very short lunch and some extremely demanding training. The gardening class was mainly unsupervised and casual, but I hated the feeling of being technically late nonetheless.

The term “class” is used loosely hime. At Hope’s Peak, each student was required to choose an elective course that “gave back” to the community or school in some way. It was thought to boost the school’s reputation, along with the student’s resume. That was the sentiment the school held, anyway. Some students volunteered at local retirement homes, some, like the eccentric Gundham Tanaka, lead clubs that tended to rescue animals and raised them. Others tutored exchange students in Japanese, some did maintenance around the school to earn the credit. I chose the gardening club, where students would break up into little groups and tend to all the plants, flowers, grass, vegetable gardens, and courtyards on and around campus. Sometimes we even took “field trips” to tend to other local greenery. I found it to be the most calming and quiet option of all the electives. There was very little human interaction, and it was satisfying to see the (literal) fruits of your labor grow.

Today I would be tending to the garden in the secondary courtyard behind the school. This one was more hidden away, rarely ever used, and that’s what I loved about it. But… as I turned the corner, my box of gardening supplies in hand, I froze dead in my tracks, shuffling back to hide behind the cover of the wall.

Fuyuhiko was sitting there on his hands and knees, pruning weeds from the garden. The coat of his uniform was discarded, and she sat in only his slacks and a button up dress shirt with a tie. He had little towels folded up as make-shift knee padding, green gloves on, and was leaning into his work with such fervor.

What?! I screamed internally, panic taking hold of me. I had been a member of the gardening club for months, and not once had I seen him on the class roster or in rotation. I’d been to every station, been assigned every task at least once, and I’d never been paired with him. So of course, on the day I was thoroughly humiliated in front of him, here he was, ruining what was supposed to be the most relaxing part of my day. I considered leaving, simply lying about my hour of gardening time on the school’s check-in portal, but something in me told me to stay. I sat there, fighting with myself, nearly collapsing with anxiety, and then he began to speak, tearing my from my thoughts:

“Now now, how are you gonna grow big and strong if you keep lettin’ these little punks fuck you up like this…?” He huffed, almost fatherly in his tone. I peeked around the corner, wondering who the hell he was talking to. Maybe this shift wouldn’t be so awkward with a third party to distract me from him, I thought, but when I hazarded a glance, not a soul was in sight, save Fuyuhiko. Taking a closer look, I noticed his calloused hands nestled around the leaf of a plant, and he tsk’d, observing the bite marks left by pestiferous insects and small animals. He was talking to the plant?! My cheeks started to warm up, my heart melting at the realization.

Fuyuhiko began to hum, then to sing softly, a lullaby of sorts for this injured little green darling. Holding my breath, I nearly crumpled against the wall, feeling my flush spread from my cheeks to rush throughout my entire body. This is so fucking cute, I thought to myself, glancing once more, perhaps a bit riskily. I was getting greedy, greedy for even a glimpse of seeing him in the state of happiness I knew he deserved. I couldn’t care less if Peko was sneaking up behind me with a bamboo sword at the ready.

When I looked, he was smiling, truly smiling. I’d never seen him smile like that before, a smile birthed out of an innocent and serene joy, and now I never wanted it to stop. There was no way I was turning back now.

I took a few steps back down the hall, then stomped loudly toward the courtyard, allowing him to save face by thinking I had only just approached. I knew I would be in for quite the sour retaliation if he knew I had caught him singing. He may have even gotten up and left. He looked up, still leaned over his plants but now dead silent as I entered, and when he realized who I was, his breath caught in his throat. Another expression I rarely saw from him: one of being caught off guard.

“Hey… so, I didn’t know you were in the gardening club? I’ve been in it since the start and I’ve never seen you.” I set down my box next to him and pulled out some gloves. I was hoping that acting like earlier never happened was the best course of action. Something can’t be awkward if it doesn’t exist, right? Luckily, he played along… or rather, just didn’t bring it up, either.

“Uh, yeah. I was hoping to avoid all the bullshit of the whole, volunteer-but-not -actually-because-it’s-a-requirement class thing altogether. I just don’t have time for this shit, but my academic advisor caught on and forced me into gardening. It was the last one with spots left open…” he grumbled, as if he weren’t absolutely loving it mere moments ago.

“Huh… and they aren’t penalizing you for, you know, losing all those points from the first few months you missed?” I inquired bravely. Maybe those girls were right earlier about his father threatening professors…?

“Nah, I guess not. My advisor is super chill. She worked something out…”

“That’s lucky…” my words trailed off, and we both got to work. The longer the silence grew, the more the awkward energy imposed itself on both of us. I could tell that he was thinking back to our earlier encounter by the way he made eye contact and quickly snatched his gaze away, the way she would open his mouth then close it without a hesitant word.

Half an hour passed, and my nerves were beginning to stand on edge. What was more daunting than being alone with your crush? Being alone with your crush who verbally ripped you a new one that same day.

Now mere inches away from him, focusing in on the same patch of flowers, we both reached for a small watering can at the same time, and our hands touched briefly, fleetingly before he snatched his own back, a shade of pink dusting his soft cheeks. He turned away, embarrassed, but I couldn’t have been more excited by the small interaction. Still, for both our sakes, I felt the need to break the silence.

“You… you seem happier - now, I mean… as opposed to earlier today…” It was time to bring up the elephant in the room. I saw his body tense up, his spine stiffen, and he turned to face me, dirt staining his forearms and a swipe on his cheek where he’d scratched an itch earlier.

“Yeah… I should probably apologize for that, bein’ a dick and all. I was just, really pissed and stressed. I shouldn’t have attacked you like that… it’s just… those stupid, loud-mouth, air-headed-” I saw his fists clench, his gloves squeaking a bit under the pressure. I continued where he left off, not wanting him to force himself to relive the gossip or the anger attached to it.

“It’s fine, seriously. I get it. There will always be assholes like them in the world. I don’t blame you for being upset. Besides, I’m sure it was weird to have a stranger just approach you like that, trying to give you unsolicited advice and bothering you by-”

“Well, you’re not really a stranger, are you? I’ve seen you around plenty of times… and you’re in my home room.” He spoke reluctantly, clearly fighting against the compulsory need to deflect and defend.

“O-oh, yeah, you are. I didn’t think you’d notice.” I felt my heart rate speed up. Of course I’d seen him many times in the back of the classroom, but I had no idea he’d given me even a first glance, much less a second one.

“Of course I noticed. Sports, right? Exercise, fitness, an’ all that?” He nodded, smirking. God, he was so hot… I didn’t know how to contain my excitement. I was trying my best.

“Yeah, exactly. Sports, exercise, fitness. That’s me.” I chuckled a bit, finding myself more and more drawn to him with every second spent in his presence.

“Shit’s cool. I can respect someone who’s disciplined and keeps in shape. I’ve seen a few of your games,” he let slip.

“You have?” I immediately picked it up, a shiver of anticipation running over my skin and setting my pores on fire. Fuyuhiko wasn’t on any of the teams I played for and his Ultimate talent had nothing to do with sports. He wasn’t the type to go watch a sports game for fun, and didn’t have the free time for it anyway.

My eyes widened slowly, and I’m sure he could see the moment I made the connection deep inside myself almost as soon as I’d made it.

That was the day I realized that Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu liked me back.

An obscene shade of red flooded onto his face and his nose scrunched up, his voice cracking as he spoke:

“Stop starin’ at me like that! The fuck’s wrong with you?!”

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theultimatefanficwriter · 4 years

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Gundham angst. It’s after his execution, you & the Devas sleep in his cottage with his scarf heartbroken. The next morning the Devas wake you up & take you to Gundham’s desk. You open the drawer & find a letter that he wrote if he died. You read it & it’s him apologizing he’s not with you, how much he loves you, favorite dates, how you met. In the letter you find one of his rings that he would give to you if he were to propose. The Devas snuggle to comfort you and you feel better.

Oh my god....this is so....I love it.

His Last Wish-Gundham Tanaka x Reader

You felt numb.

You felt nothing but despair and sadness as you stared at the screen where you had watched your boyfriend Gundham get run over by a stampede of animals. Even as you heard the others walk to the elevator, you remained. You didn’t want to leave. You couldn’t. If you left without him, then it would become reality.

Eventually you heard footsteps come up behind you, though you didn’t turn around. “Y/N?” You heard Fuyuhiko’s voice. “You should come on. Staying here...it won’t do any good.”

You looked down at the floor. “...I...I can’t, Fuyuhiko.” You whispered. “I can’t go on without him.”

The Yakuza sighed. “I understand what you’re feeling right now, Y/N. It’s...it’s hard. Fuck, is it hard. But you gotta think about what he would want.” You bit your lip at that. “He’d want you to live. Those were his last words, remember? That was why he did what he did. To make sure the rest of us could live.”

You were quiet for a while until four furry little critters popped out of the purple scarf you had been gifted before Gundham’s death. They nuzzled your face, and you sighed. “Right. That’s right.” You turned and gave Fuyuhiko a very small smile. “Thank you, Fuyuhiko. I’ll...I’ll be going now.” As you finished speaking, you walked past him to the elevator.

~~~

You made your way to Gundham’s cottage and opened the door. You placed the Devas in their cage before stumbling over to the breeder’s bed and collapsing onto it. You held onto his scarf tightly, and you could still smell his scent of pumpkin and cedarwood. This only made tears well in your eyes as you clutched the fabric. “W...why? Why, Gundham?!” You cried into his pillow. “Why did you leave me?! I need you! I...I know you wanted to save us, but....b-but...I can’t do this without you. I can’t...I...” You whimpered softly as you closed your eyes, clinging to Gundham’s scarf as you slowly cried yourself to sleep.

~~~

You awoke the next morning to something gently poking your cheek. You blinked open your eyes to see San-D next to your face. You gave a small smile. “Hey, San-D.” You greeted the hamster quietly, your voice breaking. The Dark Deva squeaked at you before scurrying off the bed. As you sat up you watched her run over to a desk. You noticed the other three Devas were there as well.

Curious, you stood and made your way over to it. Jum-P leaned over the desk and pawed at a drawer. Furrowing your brow, you opened it. Inside, you saw a folded piece of paper that had the words ‘To my Dark Queen Y/N. Read only in the event of my death.’ on the front. You bit your lip before taking the paper and sitting down on the bed. You hesitated on reading it, just staring at it for a while. You only gave in when the Devas gently nudged your hands. With a sigh, you unfolded the paper. When you did, something tumbled out. You picked it up, and you felt like crying again as you recognized it as one of Gundham’s rings. You let out a shaky breath as you placed it to the side, then began reading the paper.

~~~

My dearest Dark Queen,

If you are reading this, then the impossible has come to pass. I have been struck down. I have no doubt the only way this has come to pass is I perished protecting you. If this is the case, I have no regrets. However, I sincerely apologize I can no longer be with you. I wish I could stay beside you and leave that cursed island.

I am sorry that cannot happen.

I love you from the bottom of my dark heart. You have made each passing moment in this miserable killing game bearable. You are the most incredible, stunning angel I have ever had the fortune to encounter, and even now I still cannot believe you wished to be with such a cursed being as myself.

But I am grateful. I am grateful for every time you held my poisoned hand. I am grateful for each blissful kiss you planted on my tainted lips. I am grateful for every moment I spent in your presence. I am grateful for you.

Do you recall how we met, my love? You came to the shelter I had been offering my assistance to requesting help for your familiar. You showed such worry and passion for your pet’s wellbeing. You were already aware of everything that was required to keep them healthy, and what you needed to get them well. I was so surprised and pleased with your love for beasts, I struck up a conversation. It turned out the two of us shared many passions, and we became friends rather quickly.

After that day, you visited me at the shelter. You spoke with me when I was not busy, and eventually you requested the two of us go and watch a movie together. So we did, and we quite enjoyed the other’s company.

You were not aware of it, my angel, but I had already fallen for you. No one had ever showed such an interest in my passions or myself before. You were special, and I did not need the All Seeing Eye to know that.

We continued to do this for quite some time, until eventually, you confessed to me. It took me completely by surprise. I never would have expected you to return my affections. You had assumed my reaction was one of disgust, so out of panic I kissed you. I was cursing myself for doing so when it was not even official we were dating, but I relaxed when you returned it. Ever since that eventful day, for a few wonderful years now, we have been together, and I treasured each moment.

I believe my favorite of our dates was the occasion we visited the local zoo. I do believe you were more excited for the event than I was. With each beast we encountered you would grow ever more excited.

I found it incredibly adorable.

I adored watching you gush over each creature, explaining facts I already knew, but I did not care. I loved how you looked while you were commenting on how well made the habitats were, or how cute you found the animals. I loved hearing you talk about your passions. The way your eyes light up and your mouth upturns and reveals your hidden dimples is one of the many things I am going to miss seeing.

Another date I adored was the night of our first real kiss. Of course the day we became official I kissed you, but I never considered that our first kiss, for I did that out of panic. Then came that night, where we laid underneath the stars and pointed out constellations. You became cold, so I shed my coat and offered it to you, laying it across you.

Of course, than I soon began to be stricken with the night air, so you came up with a solution. You pulled me close to you, draping my jacket across the both of us. I was completely surprised and unsure what to do as you held me close, nuzzling into my chest with the most adorable smile on your face.

As I looked down at you, I quickly relaxed, and made a decision. I gently caressed your beautiful face, and as you looked up to me I kissed your soft lips lightly. I could feel you smile into the kiss. It became a loving and passionate moment, one that I treasure to this moment. I wished for that night to have never ended.

I am sure this is going to be hard for you, my angel, but I know you can persevere. I may not be with you in body, but I shall always be there in spirit. I will watch over you and will never allow you to be harmed. It is almost as if nothing has changed.

There is one last thing I wish to mention to you. Enclosed in this letter you found one of my rings of power. There of course is a reason for this. This particular ring was gifted to me by my mother. I treasured it greatly. I had planned on using it to seal our love contract.

...

I was going to propose to you with it when the time was right.

I know we are still quite young to be considering such things, but that is how certain I am of my love for you. I was going to wait until after our graduation from Hope’s Peak, but because of our...predicament, that is no longer possible.

Because of our age, and our inability to wait any longer, instead of engagement, why don’t we consider this more of a promise ring? Will you promise me we will be together forever, even in our next life? Of course I cannot know your answer, but no matter what it is, my love for you will never falter.

Please do not give up, my queen. I know how hard it must be for you right now, but I beg of you to live for me. That is my wish for you. I shall see you again some day, but please do not make it sooner than it must be. I will wait for you for an eternity.

I am afraid it is time for me to go now, my fallen angel. I hope this letter has filled you with the hope you require to continue. You will never truly be alone, my love. I will forever be with you.

This is not a goodbye. This is simply an until we meet again.

Until I gaze upon your beauty once more,

Gundham Tanaka

~~~

As you finished reading the letter, your vision was blurred with tears, several of which fell onto the paper. You were filled with all of the wonderful memories you had made with Gundham, and a mix of happiness and pain filled you.

“Oh Gundham.” You hiccupped, holding the note to your chest. “I love you so much. I...” You wiped at your eyes and placed the note to the side, picking up the ring and inspecting it. You smiled sadly. “Of course I’ll promise that, my love.” You whispered, slipping the ring onto your finger. “I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”

You felt soft pawing at your leg, and you looked down to see four hamsters looking at you. You smiled softly and picked them up. They crawled onto your shoulders and began to nuzzle you. You chuckled quietly. “Thank you, little ones.” You whispered. “With you four, it’s like having a small piece of him.” They squeaked in response, nuzzling you with their noses.

As the Devas comforted you, you looked to the side and grabbed onto Gundham’s scarf. You looked down at it in your hands and smiled softly. “I can feel you, my love.” You said quietly. “I...I know you’re here. You always will be, won’t you?” You then placed the scarf around your neck. “I’ll do it. I’ll live for you, Gundham. I won’t let your sacrifice go to waste, my dark king.”

As you said that, you could have sworn you heard a soft laugh, and felt a gentle hand on your face, but both sensations were gone before you could be sure.

The Devas buried themselves into the scarf, and as they did, you stood. You looked around Gundham’s cottage with a soft smile, looking down at the ring he had left you. “I love you, my king.” You whispered. With those last words, you left the cottage.

~~~

This almost made me cry. I hope you all liked it!

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #sdr2 gundham #gundham tanaka #x reader #female reader #gundham x reader #angst #request

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fan-fiction-kitty · 3 years

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(NSFW) Yasuhiro Hagakure x Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu: Sleeping with the Fishes

Thanks for the first request! This was a doozy oh no.

Warnings: Dubious consent, BDSM, anal sex, mild spoilers for v2

Words: 1,519

Genre: MxM Smut, BDSM

“It’s simple as shit, Hiro. Either you sleep with me, or you sleep with the fishes.” Fuyuhiko stated simply, looking out the window at the ocean. “So, what’s it gonna be?”

Hiro pulled anxiously at his handcuffs and Peko tightened her grip on his shoulder. Hiro thought back to how he’d gotten into this situation. The short, blond, dapperly dressed man in front of him had approached him for a reading. Hiro had given him an answer, and the man had left happily. And now, a month later, he’d been thrown into the back of the van, blindfolded, and whisked away. His blindfold was then taken off and Hiro was now standing in front of the same man, but this time he was much angrier.

“Uhh… can’t I just do another reading instead? I mean, if I do it twice, that brings it from 30% to 60% accuracy, so-” Hiro said, his voice shaky.

“I’m not paying another thousand, dumbass.” Fuyuhiko interrupted.

“Look, kid, it’s not my fault you didn’t get laid. You gotta go out into the world and meet people. Maybe hit up some bars, you know?”

“Peko, the gag, please.” Fuyuhiko said, sighing.

“Yes, young master,” Peko replied. Hiro heard shuffling behind him before a ball gag was shoved up against his lips and into his mouth. He struggled as Peko secured it tightly around his head.

“As I recall, you told me I ‘probably wouldn’t even have to try’. But here I am, actually having to try. So, you gonna give in or not?”

“Mmmmfmfm…” Hiro mumbled. How did Fuyuhiko expect him to answer?

“It’s been a month, Hiro, and my cock is still in my pants. So, what are you gonna do about it? If you let me fuck you, your reading will have come true. Don’t you want that?” Fuyuhiko said, stepping up close to the taller man. He stood on his tiptoes, getting right in his face. Hiro could feel a blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Mmhmm,” Hiro replied, squeezing his eyes shut. Oh no. What had he just agreed to?

“Leave us, Peko.” Fuyuhiko commanded. The hand on Hiro’s shoulder was removed, and before long he heard a door slam behind you.

Hiro finally opened his eyes, letting them fall on the shorter man. Fuyuhiko’s eyes were dark with lust, and against his better judgement, Hiro was starting to get excited. I mean, sex is sex, right?

“Get on the bed, arms above your head.” the yakuza demanded. Hiro’s feet were frozen in place. “Don’t fucking make me say it again, slut.”

Sensing the urgency in Fuyuhiko’s voice, Hiro did as he was told quickly. His heart pounded in his chest, his cock slowly beginning to rise. Usually he was the one on top. As Fuyuhiko approached the end of the bed, Hiro couldn’t help but imagine what the blond would look like below him, moaning out his name and completely at his mercy. Yeah, that would be nice. Hiro hated this. He was used to sex going his way.

Before Hiro could react, Fuyuhiko had grabbed on to his clothed crotch, squeezing almost painfully.

“If you disobey me, I’m tossing you out the fucking window. Is that clear?” the yakuza said.

Hiro nodded almost eagerly.

Almost hungrily, Fuyuhiko unbuttoned Hiro’s pants and yanked them off in one swift motion. Hiro could only let out a weak whimper as the tent in his underwear was exposed. Fuyuhiko let out a chuckle upon seeing it.

“If you think I’m gonna let you cum without a fight, you’re wrong, by the way.” he said, earning a disappointed groan from Hiro.

Fuyuhiko removed Hiro’s underwear and moved to straddle his hips. Unsurprisingly, he was light. Hiro figured he could fling him across the room with one strong thrust of his hips.

Hiro’s cock sat upright, slightly resting against Fuyuhiko’s own growing bulge. Fuyuhiko unzipped his own pants and slipped his dick out from his underwear. Hiro nearly choked on the ball gag upon seeing how large the yakuza was. Why was his dick so big? He was like five feet tall. Before Hiro could get any further with that thought, however, Fuyuhiko had grasped both of their cocks with one hand, stroking them fervently.

“Mmmphhh...” Hiro groaned, doing everything in his power to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head. The heat of another cock against his always seemed to get him going, and the way Fuyuhiko was being so rough… it took everything in the taller man’s power not to thrust into Fuyuhiko’s hand.

“You’re lucky, y’know,” Fuyuhiko began, reaching for the bedside table for lube. “Not many people get to see me so vulnerable.”

Vulnerable?! Hiro thought. This was vulnerable for him? Hiro began to make a noise of ridicule, but now Fuyuhiko had opened the lube and let it drip between their connected cocks.

Hiro shuddered as Fuyuhiko got off of him and forcefully spread his legs as far apart as they would go. Fuyuhiko dripped lube onto Hiro’s already eager asshole, the coldness of the liquid causing goosebumps all over Hiro’s skin. Fuyuhiko took two small fingers and rubbed the lube in, letting his fingers slightly graze the inside of Hiro’s opening.

“Mmmh-” Hiro had started to let out a pleased moan, but it was interrupted halfway by Fuyuhiko’s cock being shoved up to the hilt into his ass. Hiro was no stranger to having things up his butt, but not so quickly and without warning. He was left silent, eyes wide.

“Gh- shit…” Fuyuhiko squeaked. Hiro felt his cock twitch inside of him, but the man remained still, his hands grasping Hiro’s thighs tightly.

Hiro tried to ask ‘are you gonna move?’ but it came out more as a “Mmmhmmfm?”

“Sh-shut up, whore.” Fuyuhiko spat, pulling out fully before slamming back in. Hiro tensed as he felt Fuyuhiko’s head graze his prostate.

Fuyuhiko started thrusting quickly, but Hiro could tell from just one look at his face that he wasn’t used to this. Was he a virgin? Maybe that’s why he seemed so happy after learning he was going to get laid.

Once again, however, Hiro’s mind was completely wiped blank by Fuyuhiko’s actions. His cock pounded into Hiro’s prostate over and over again, leaving him breathless.

“Mmmmhhmm!” Hiro exclaimed as Fuyuhiko hit just the right spots over and over. He knew this wasn’t about him- right now he was just a cocksleeve- but being slammed into just felt so fucking good. He felt his cock begin to twitch, a drop of precum escaping his tip. Hiro closed his eyes, getting lost in the feeling. He was thrusting his hips in time with Fuyuhiko’s, starting to build up a nice steady rhythm, when-

Fuyuhiko stopped. Hiro opened his eyes in protest, but was interrupted by a strong slap across his face.

“Don’t you fucking dare cum before me!” Fuyuhiko hissed, his face inches from Hiro’s. “Got it?”

“Mhmm.” Hiro groaned, tears pricking his eyes. And right when he was really enjoying himself, too.

Fuyuhiko began thrusting deep into him again, but at an even more grueling pace, if that was even possible. Somehow his head ended up buried in the crook of Hiro’s neck, his teeth digging into Hiro’s shoulder. The pain was a nice distraction from Hiro’s inevitable orgasm and for the first time in his life, he welcomed it.

Fuyuhiko’s thrusts were beginning to get more erratic, his teeth sinking further into Hiro. He was letting out little grunts of pleasure that were absolutely music to Hiro’s ears. Hiro braced himself for Fuyuhiko’s orgasm. The blond gave a few more deep thrusts before bottoming out in Hiro and spurting warm fluid inside of him.

Fuyuhiko let one last groan out into Hiro’s neck, which caused Hiro to absolutely lose it. His orgasm came washing over him like a waterfall with absolutely no hope of stopping it.

“Mmmmmmmmfmhmm!” Hiro whined. He could feel his own cum falling down his belly and onto the bed below him. Tears freely fell down his face from how intense it was. Fuyuhiko’s cock slid out of his ass slowly, causing Hiro to tense up a little. Fuyuhiko released his mouth from Hiro’s neck, revealing a nasty bruise.

Fuyuhiko zipped up his pants and straddled Hiro, trying to collect himself.

Hiro began toying with his restraints awkwardly.

“Mmmfmfmfm?” he asked, hoping his desire to be set free would be understood.

Fuyuhiko reached up and undid Hiro’s ball gag, and Hiro sighed in relief, swallowing all the spit that had gathered in his mouth.

“Will you untie me now, pal?” he asked, putting on the sweetest voice he could muster.

“I’ll think about it,” Fuyuhiko replied, climbing off the bed and walking to the door. “Peko!” he called before opening it.

A wave of cool air hit Hiro’s bare legs and he shivered. Fuyuhiko closed the door behind him as he left, leaving Hiro alone to recover. The man sighed in satisfaction, gently toying with the cuffs on his wrists. Wait. The cuffs.

“Fuyuhiko! Hey! You forgot to uncuff me! Oh no…”

Thanks for the request! Uhh this was actually the first Male x Male fanfic I’ve ever written so constructive criticism is very welcome. I have a minor in creative writing and even that didn’t prepare me for writing this :/

#danganronpa fuyuhiko #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #yasuhiro hagakure #danganronpa smut #danganronpa #danganronpa v1 #danganronpa v2

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danganronpa-imagines-and-doodles · 4 years

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Hi! I was hoping you could do NSFW headcanons for top Fuyuhiko with a kinky, bottom s/o

Some SERIOUS NS//FW ahead, like, BIG TIME

- Mod Kaede

Top! Fuyuhiko with Kinky Bottom! S/O

- “You like that kitten? Yeah, I know you do...”

- Fuyuhiko is a FILTHY dirty talker in bed, like wash your mouth with soap filthy

- “C’mon baby, why don’t you come for daddy? Yeah, I’m your daddy. You’re daddy’s little baby, aren’t you?”

- Slight daddy kink? Like no dd//lg shit, he just likes to call himself daddy in bed

- Did someone say BONDAGE?????? He loves to tie your wrists together with his tie

- He likes to let off steam after a long day at work with some rough sex, being the son of a yakuza, he’s got a lot of pressure on him and what better way to destress than some good ol fashion angry sex?

- Okay, but... loves to cum in his s/o? He think’s it the hottest thing seeing his cum drip from your hole

- He would never admit it, (or do it, because Fuyuhiko doesn’t share nice) but her fantasizes about fucking you in the middle of an important meeting in front of all his men, just to show everyone who’s boss (including you) and show everyone how wrecked he can make you

- Loves seeing you on your knees for him, on an especially hard day at work, he’ll just face fuck you until you or he can’t do it anymore

- His favorite position is cowgirl surprisingly, while he’s not too partial to being on bottom, the view alone is enough to make him go crazy

- Fuyuhiko may be a super big dom and love rough sex, but he also really enjoys making love to his s/o

- He’s not as good at being vulnerable, so it doesn’t happen as often as he’d like, but he loves to worship you

- You may be the bottom in the relationship, but you are actually the one who holds all the power. If he did something you didn’t like, he could never forgive himself if you didnt tell him right then to stop

- And he will stop right away if you say so! He’ll drop his whole act (okay maybe not all of it, he’s still gonna call you pet names) and try and make everything better

- He just loves you so much!!!!

- Because he’s a dom, he doesn’t get to show off this skill as much, but DAMN can this guy give head. Slurp that pussy like a thick milkshake and suck that dick like a damn popsicle

#Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu #sdr2 #not sfw #citrus #lemon #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagines #x reader #mod kaede

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sparkymalone · 4 months

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Y'all like headcanons?

Fuyuhiko:

Has a lot of internalized homophobia

Gets so much shit for being small and feminine-looking, doesn't want to make it worse by being gay

Has no frame of reference for what friendship is supposed to be like, so it takes him a long time to realize that he's actually in love

Like at first he's like "I kinda wanna kiss Hajime??? Is that a thing friends do???"

Sexually repressed, until he isn't

Once he realizes his feelings, he realizes how curious he is about all the affectionate things couples do

Wants to know what kissing feels like, especially with tongues

Wants to feel his partner's body

Wants to be touched all over

Not quite touch-starved, but close

Once he and Hajime have sex for the first time, he wants to do it all the time

Likes to tease his partner, but hates to be teased

Kind of a praise kink, but would never admit it

Loud during sex

Bruises easily, and has bruises all over his hips and thighs

Hickies everywhere!

Total power bottom

Likes positions where he feels in control

Enjoys bottoming, but definitely down to top

In more domestic news...

Steals Hajime's clothes all the time

Likes to sleep in Hajime's shirts, especially if he's not around

Likes to shower Hajime with gifts

Would absolutely cut a bitch for looking at his man

Has at least one tattoo that represents Hajime

Hajime:

Kinda always knew he was bisexual

Didn't get to have a big "coming out" moment

Doesn't mind if people know, but won't go out of his way to tell them

Didn't bother telling his parents, figured they wouldn't care

Doesn't realize he has feelings for Fuyuhiko until he's already hopelessly in love with him

Considers sex a less-important aspect of a relationship at first

Once he has sex for the first time, reevaluates that idea

Wants to touch Fuyuhiko all the time

Not just sexually, any type of contact

Hugging, holding hands, kissing, just leaning on him

Likes making sure his partner feels good

Kind of a service top

Likes positions where he can see his partner's face

Not a jealous person, but likes marking Fuyuhiko

Likes leaving bite marks and hickies everywhere

Likes seeing his partner full of his cum

Just likes a visual reminder that they're his

Likes to praise his partner during sex

Prefers topping, but wouldn't mind being on the bottom for the right person (lol)

In more domestic news...

Knows that Fuyuhiko steals his clothes, but doesn't stop him

Steals Fuyuhiko's underwear as retaliation

Feels bad about receiving so many gifts from Fuyuhiko

Tries to even things out by showering him with affection, which Fuyuhiko pretends to hate

Likes to count Fuyuhiko's freckles while they're laying in bed together

I may add on to this list later. Might do a harem AU-specific list, also. We shall see. (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

#fuyuhiko kuzuryu #hajime hinata #kuzuhina #danganronpa #sdr2 #y'all like headcanons?#phantom over here making me want to make lists #some of these i already had written down lol #i was fuckin' ready for a headcanon list baby

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kuronokiseki · 4 years

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Best Misaki Moments (imo)

will do an usage and romantica version next

warning: very long post, lots and lotssss of large images

the moment where misaki became my fave character

misaki found him hawt in a suit ovo

vol 1 misaki is best misaki tbh nakamura what have you done

hahahahahahahaaaaa

nobody badmouths hubby! >:(

the scene that made 13 year old me shook and cry ;-;

BABY CRY ME CRY TOO :”(

misaki when hubby said it’s his first time going for a trip with someone for fun mann can i include the whole train chapter it’s sooo good

misaki’s subconscious hahahaha

OwO

misaki just spent a whole chapter thinking how to reward his hubby and his final decision was this

THEREFORE I SHALL OFFER MAH BODY

you tell him misaki! >:D

many ppl wanted misaki to top for once after this scene but me? POWER BOTTOM MISAKI

U NO TOUCH MAH MAN HES MINE #OAO

notice meeee :”(

usagi-san did nothing wrong I WANT TO STAY WITH HIM! DD:< (i noticed alot of ppl wished misaki would reject ijuuin in this fashion back then)

i love how nakamura ended this arc on a perfect note :”““)

usage: ive known takahiro for 15 years

misaki: AM I A JOKE TO YOU?! >:U

I HATE FUYUHIKO >:”“““(

the reason why misaki chose usage over haru :”“(

y no one loves me like misaki loves hubby :”“““““““(

misaki saved hubby!!! (a rare scene where the anime did it better, but welll hardly the anime did the manga justice)

giving someone chocolate during valentine’s day? yeahhh, totally doesnt mean anything :^)

if someone’s going to say misaki is a bad character im gonna stab them

i realized there is not a single fave moment in the mizuki arc even tho i didnt skip it while rereading (aka the WORST arc and the WORST COUPLE tbh the cousins are soooo annoying EVEN IN THE LATEST ACT 51 and everytime they appeared im having a second-hand embarrassment) finally a fave moment came right after they left nakamura istg if they are going to appear again in the future i hope their plane will crash

(i acknowledge this scene as the beginning of ijuuin arc and nothing have to do with mizuki arc)

annnnnnd misaki will repeat himself for many times regarding who he truly loves but guess who’s going to listen to him in-universe and in fandom

if nobody wants to listen then you say it with your body then b^w^b (it’s not a question abt who misaki loves anymore. it’s abt who’s misaki gonna BANG)

MISAKI’S DOMINATING ...not

(but nakamura pls fulfill misaki’s wish someday poor him)

misaki decided to thank usage by offering his body to the perv bunny

dont you think you can steal hubby away while misaki sleeps

usagi-san is S P E C I A L

:”0

hubby not jealous. misaki triggered D:<<<

MISAKI IS PRECIOUS BABY

when s3 was airing i was looking forward for this scene the most. i was confident that sakurai will deliver this scene perfectly... URGHH STUDIO DEEN I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR DOING MISAKI DIRTY

best kiss scene eva lol i love their banters xD

misaki being sweet

misaki pampering the hubby

misaki in this arc: rejected ijuuin many times, making love with usagi 24/7, fanboyed over ijuuin only for the goodies, made love with usagi, came to ijuuin’s house only bcs of work, and did i mention making love with usagi

some ppl: OMG MISAKI LOVES SENSEI MORE THAN USAGI!!!! D:<

i still remember how legendary this chapter is. too bad the anime failed to convey the feels just like in the manga

say what you want abt junjou but this is top notch writing

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

when ur landlord is brought up and the first thing you do is ask abt a couple struggling to stay together yeaaaahhh totally not suspicious misaki

bish what u say abt mah man hes mine >:(

prepare for me screaming in 3... 2... 1... AAAAAHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

serious from this point 95% of misaki’s pov will consist of him angsting abt getting apart from his hubby in every chapter onward

misaki rejecting ijuuin for the 9749294694214692746829487th time

misaki hugs back :”O

tucking the hubby he cold :”““(

yea, totally not obvious ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

i love how blatantly in love misaki is with usage and everyone can see it. even ijuuin himself noticed

baby doesnt want to lose hubby :”“““( baby is scared

S H O O K

if you dont find this heartwarming you’re heartless

smart way to make him not spend more money ^v^

D”“““““““““““““““: me ded again

misaki being a badass >:D from someone denying his feelings for akihiko in the beginning to straight up telling the parents he’s going to stay with hubby that’s some awesome character growth bravo bravo

that’s some determined shonen mc resolution OvO

aanddd finally...

AND IIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOOOOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU -

#junjou romantica

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nachtgraves · 5 years

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Kuzuhina with 4 and/or 20? (this isn't a weed joke it just ended up that way ok)

as it happens I was high writing about half of this so it works out lmao. thanks for the prompt! I almost made it wholesome and fluffy. and this technically could be a very belated fill for day 2 of @kuzuhina-week-2019

Title: The Quieting Powers of a Kiss // AO3Word Count: 1,335Warnings/Tags: T. Post-canon, depression, ptsd, references to past self-mutilation, mild body horror, hurt/comfortPrompt: kiss on a scar/where it hurts

Fuyuhiko wakes up to a scream scorching his throat. Sharpedged fragments of his nightmare—memories and twisted concoctions of his ownbroken mind he can’t tell apart, doesn’t want to tell apart—leave more scarsthat he doesn’t think will ever fade.

He sits up in his bed, in the Future Foundation facilityturned Remnants of Despair boarding house on the real Jabberwock Island. Hisroom is sparse and dark, only just lit by moonlight through the window.Fuyuhiko sighs and closes his eyes, his eye,because the other he’d—the other one is gone. The scar throbs but Fuyuhikoknows it’s a psychosomatic twinge. Still, he presses the heels of his hands tohis eyes and tries to regulate his breathing, counting through inhales andexhales to keep him from thinking about anything else. Not that it ever really works.

Tonight is one of those many times it isn’t going to work. Hegets out of bed and throws on a jacket just in case the winds are colder thanusual. He needs to go outside, get out of his head because even though they’reexiled to a deserted island and are monsters to the entire world, the outsideis better than anything that goes on in his head when he’s alone in a dark room.

But when Fuyuhiko opens his door someone’s standing on theother side.

“Kuzuryuu-kun,” Hinata says, surprised even though this isFuyuhiko’s room. He’s got one hand raised as if to knock, but he lowers it assurprise melts off his face and is replaced by concern reflecting from his dualcolored eyes. Fuyuhiko latches onto the green one, the one he grew familiarwith in that program, that he could look into when he was scared and worriedand spiraling out of control, and yet, still trust.

But he’s not the same Hinata from the program. None of themare. Fuyuhiko’s still not sure if who they were in the program was even real.He wants it to be true but their actions in the real world have more physicalreminders and lasting effects.

“Hinata.” Fuyuhiko steps back, letting Hinata in. Hinataflicks on the light as the door shuts behind him. “Did you need something?”

“No.” He pauses. “Do you?”

“Why would I?” Fuyuhiko crosses his arms over his chest,stands a little taller, not that it does much.

“I heard you,” Hinata says, almost apologetically. “I wasgoing to get some fresh air and I passed by your room when… Wanted to checkthat everything was alright.”

Shame colors Fuyuhiko’s cheeks. He is—was—the Ultimate Yakuza, heir to the Kuzuryuu clan yet he’sscreaming through walls from stupid dreams and the guy who had been experimentedon and used and locked away was checking up on him like he’s a child.

He looks away. Away from Hinata and his green and red eyesthat see too closely, understand too much. “Just a dumb nightmare.”

His missing eye itches, the scar throbs. Fuyuhiko holds backfrom rubbing it, doesn’t want to draw attention to it, but Hinata notices.

“What’s wrong?”

Since he’s been caught, Fuyuhiko rubs his eye and thephantom pain ebbs, the itch appeased for now. “My eye hurts, it’s nothing.”

Hinata frowns. “It sh—”

“Shouldn’t,” Fuyuhiko says with him. “It’s a phantom pain.It happens. Sometimes it feels like there’s something in it and I’ll go to rubit or try and blink but then, oh wait.” The smile that forms on his face isn’ta nice one, most would find some way to leave.

But Hinata, the idiot, is there, worrying and understandingand Fuyuhiko doesn’t know which is worse. He wants to feel something other thanguilt and the echoes of despair. He doesn’t even want to think about hope.

Hinata’s rambling something about going to the infirmary, wakingTsumiki even though Hinata has the knowledge of Kamakura somewhere in hisstupid ahoge. Hinata had been Fuyuhiko’s eye surgeon when they woke up, beforehe went on to create the World Destroyer and wake everyone else up.

“Hinata, shut up.”

“If there’s something wrong—I’m not an actual doctor! Idon’t know how much of-of-him isreliable. Why haven’t you mentioned any pain? What if it isn’t just phantompains? Kuzuryuu-kun, you need to—”

“I need you to shutup,” Fuyuhiko interrupts. He reachesout and grabs onto Hinata’s shirt, a good fistful of cotton and drags him down.Fuyuhiko meets Hinata’s rebuttals and concern and words he doesn’t want to hearwith lips and teeth and force.

He’s not sure what he had intended but there were few waysto make someone shut up and Fuyuhiko is tired of fighting and pain. He’s hadmore than enough of that. He just wants to stop thinking.

But now his mouth is on Hinata’s, and Hinata is finallyquiet, but he’s not moving away. Fuyuhiko closes his eye at Hinata’s widenedones, closes it against the surprise and shock and confusion battling fordominance. He’s had thoughts. Thoughts of what it’d be like to be with Hinatabut there’s never been an appropriate time, appropriate situation orcircumstance. What idiot thinks about kissing another boy when they’re in themiddle of a killing game? When they’re coming to terms with their actions, withlong overdue grief and guilt and despair? When they’re saving the world andtaking the blame for its near end?

When Fuyuhiko pulls away, Hinata is staring in wonder andFuyuhiko’s having trouble keeping his gaze. “I told you to shut up.”

Hinata laughs, delayed, “That’s, yeah, you did.” But when hiseyes unmistakably land on Fuyuhiko’s scar, his smile wanes, he draws his bottomlip into his mouth. “I’m sorry.”

Fuyuhiko rolls his eye to cover up the drop in his heart,releases Hinata’s shirt from his fingers. “For what? You didn’t gouge out myeye and replace it with a crazy dead girl’s. Or abuse your family andfollowers, your empire, to murder hundreds of people. Use your best friend asif she was nothing more than a tool. Or—”

And now it’s Hinata kissing Fuyuhiko. Softer, gentler thanFuyuhiko’s silencing kiss but just as effective and just as brief.

“That’s pretty effective,” Hinata says, barely above awhisper, as if something will break if he’s any louder.

“Shut up.” Fuyuhiko can feel the heat in his cheeks, theecho of Hinata’s lips pressed against his.

Hinata smile slants at an angle. “You could make me,” heoffers, and Fuyuhiko glares up at his teasing tone. He doesn’t know what goingon anymore, how they got to this point, miles away from the anger andfrustration from only moments ago.

As if reminded, his eye feels like it twitches, the scarthrobs its presence. Fuyuhiko winces and Hinata’s smirk smooths away intosomething thoughtful, a little concerned. Fuyuhiko resignedly prepares foranother round of batting off unnecessary concern for his mutilation but he’sstopped short when Hinata leans down and those soft and gentle, careful lipsland on his disfigurement. It’s a barely there press and Hinata keeps Fuyuhikoin the moment with a solid hand on his shoulder.

When Hinata pulls away, his smile is self-conscious, alittle embarrassed. “If a kiss can quiet a person, maybe they’ll quiet otherthings too.”

It takes a moment for Fuyuhiko to process and respond. Heshakes his head, his ears as warm as the blooming feeling in his chest andstomach. Gathering some of the warmth into courage, he feigns a calm and casualmien, but can’t help running his hand through his hair. “It’s not guaranteed.But I wouldn’t mind testing it. With you.”

Hinata’s grin is knowing, a little shy, but happy. “I’d liketo kiss you a lot more, too, Kuzuryuu-kun.”

Fuyuhiko blushes hard and argues that that isnot what he had said, but Hinata takes a proactive approach to begin theirtests of the quieting power of a kiss.

#kuzuhina #danganronpa #sdr 2 #kuzuryuu fuyuhiko #hinata hajime #my writing #umekopyon #ask #tumblr fic

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sunbrights · 6 years

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fic: somewhere surely lived (9/14)

fandom: danganronpa characters/pairings: fuyuhiko & peko as main POV characters + a "relationship of the day" character + some side characters. kuzupeko + 6 secondary ships. rating: e (not all chapters have smut, but a fair number of them do) summary: Hope's Peak is not just a dating program; it's a guarantee. With the right compatible partner, the benefits are endless: boosted life expectancy, improved self-esteem, increased productivity, new opportunities, better overall work and life satisfaction. For society's elite, Hope's Peak makes finding that partner straightforward, if not easy.

It provides an Ultimate Match-- provided the participants are willing to go through its paces.

(AU based on the Black Mirror episode, "Hang the DJ.")

read on AO3

3 WEEKS

She says, “I see,” like it bores her. He doesn’t say anything; he just puts the device back in his pocket and picks up his fork. If the system wants to go back to bouncing him from relationship to relationship, that’s fine. He couldn’t give a shit if he tried.

He has pork medallions for dinner. He figures they must have had a nice, crisp sear around the edge at one point, until they sat out on the table for twenty minutes and went slick and soggy instead. They’re served in a thick, rich mushroom sauce that’s since cooled and congealed all around them. When he picks the vegetables out, they leave an indentation behind in it.

He was late. She ordered for them both while she was waiting.

“I would never have started eating without you, of course,” she says. She plucks the edges of her napkin and drapes it over her lap. “That would have been extremely rude.”

She has a fresh winter salad, dotted with pomegranate seeds. It has a crisp, fresh crunch when she takes a bite.

He scoops the sauce back over the pork, to at least get some movement back in it, so it looks more like food and less like grime. “If you’re gonna bullshit me,” he tells her, “at least pretend to make an effort.”

Her eyes get narrower when she smiles. They’re almost familiar; the shade of her irises is close enough that it’s uncomfortable, like a needle under his skin. But they narrow at the edges, not at the bottoms, and it makes them look sharper, not softer. They don’t crinkle like Peko’s. They’re not warm like Peko’s.

The asparagus is slimy, but he eats it anyway.

She has this weird, elaborate black fur stole instead of a coat. He has no idea how it’s supposed to keep her warm, except maybe by combining it with all the overstacked layers of her dress. It lies heavily on the back of her neck, and when she slips it off, it leaves her hair messy in the back.

Everything about her is so prim and perfect and carefully aligned. It’s a wrinkle that’s only there for a second, before she reaches back to smooth down the flyaways, but it’s a wrinkle that makes her real in a way she hadn’t been before now. She’s a participant, too. The system stuck her with him as much as it stuck him with her.

There’s a lump in his throat.

“Listen,” he says, “I need to be upfront about something, alright?”

She’s hanging her stole from the rack next to the door. She barely glances at him. “Oh?” she says. “And what is that?”

“This is gonna be a waste of your time.”

Her hand drops. She tilts her head toward him, curious. She doesn’t say anything at first, just looks; the color of her eyes makes him feel sick.

“The idea that anything is truly wasted where the system is concerned is an arguable point,” she answers. “But please, continue.”

“It’s not a story,” he says. She doesn’t get that much. She gets as much information as she’s owed, and that’s it. “I’m hung up on a girl and three weeks isn’t enough time to get over it.” He needs to turn his eyes away from hers, at anything else, and finds himself staring at the door. “That’s it.”

“I see.” She approaches him, step by step, picking her thin gloves off her fingers. “And you felt it was necessary to warn me of this… shall we say, ‘hang up’?”

He shoves his hands in his pockets. Her stare is intense enough that it’s awkward for him not to look her in the face, and he still manages not to. “It’s better than not saying anything, isn’t it?”

“Not everyone would agree with that sentiment,” she says. “But you are a gentleman, yes?”

She’s getting too close. He shuffles back on his heels— and then she reaches for his shoulder. Her grip is harsher than he expects, and when she wrenches him forward, he stumbles into her. He can’t help but look at her then, that split second before she’s too close to see properly, and her eyes are delighted in a way that sends a chill down his spine.

“Tell me,” she murmurs against his ear, “exactly how little self-respect do you think I have?”

He chokes. “Wh-What?”

“What were you afraid would happen in these three weeks, hm?” Her tone is light and pleasant, but her skin is cold. “I would take you to bed,” her fingers curl around the back of his neck, “you would close your eyes,” she tilts her head back, cheek against his, “and you would see only her? Hear only her?” She elongates her spine, until they’re pressed belly-to-belly. “Feel only her?”

He tries to shove her off. Her nails hook into the back of his collar and hang there, unflinching. “Hey,” he grunts, “don’t—”

She doesn’t let up. “Did you worry you would lead me astray?” she coos. “Perhaps give me the wrong impression? Gasp her name instead of mine and break my precious heart?”

“I was trying to do you a fucking courtesy,” he snaps. He angles his hips back, curves his spine concave. Anything to put some goddamn distance between them.

“You needn’t have bothered,” she says, the winding quality of her voice dropping flat. “Your poker face could use work, by the way.”

She presses the flat of her hand against her shoulder, and pushes him away with a little shove. She tosses a hand at the couch when she turns away. “You may sleep there.”

Cold air rushes in to fill the space she left. He straightens the skewed edge of his collar. “Yeah, well,” he says, “fuck you, too.”

She doesn’t answer. She pulls the pins from her hair on her way to the bedroom, and the strands spill across her back in dark, perfect ringlets.

Natsumi doesn’t say she told him so, even though she did. She wants to, he can tell she does. She holds it behind her teeth the whole time he’s talking, just barely, but she doesn’t say it.

To be fair: he doesn’t talk that long. It turns out there’s not much to tell. His relationship ended, like every relationship does, and now he has a new one.

“You’re an idiot,” she decides, when he’s finished, “and your new girlfriend sounds like a bitch.”

He scoffs behind his coffee. “Yeah, great. Thanks for the fuckin’ insight.” She rocks her chair back on two legs and grins when she flips him off. “What about you?”

“What about me? You’re the one with all the drama.”

He tears open another sugar packet with his teeth. It’ll make the coffee too sweet, it came to him already made exactly to his standards, but fuck it. “I’m sick of talking about it. I’m sick of— fucking thinking about it.” He spills it into the cup, the whole thing. “I couldn’t get you to shut up about your relationships before. What gives?”

She cradles her smoothie in both hands. She glares at it, her mouth pursed. “There’s just nothing to say, alright?” she says. “It’s fine. She’s— fine. It’s whatever, you know? They’re all just—” She smacks the cup down on the table. It sloshes purple smoothie up the sides of it. “Just, whatever.”

He takes a slow sip. It’s too sweet. “How much time you got left?” he asks.

Her head is low. She draws a spiral in the condensation on the side of the cup. “Three months,” she says under her breath.

“Don’t fuck it up,” he tells her.

“Shut up,” she snaps. “It’s not like that. It turns out I’m not a dumbass like you.”

“Yeah,” he says, and sits back with his drink, “whatever.”

Celeste doesn’t let any of the time go to waste.

She drags him to concerts (but only the orchestra) and shows (but only the ballet). She schedules them for dimly lit dinners every single night, where she’s served lobster tail and foie gras and decadent chocolate cake. She picks his ties and pocket squares for him, so that they complement her dress for the night, and hooks her arm primly through his everywhere they go.

He lets her. He never refuses to do anything, no matter what it is, not one damn time. She knows why; she has a smug little smile that says so, the one she wears every morning when she tells him their plans for the day.

That’s fine. Let her be smug if she wants. If it can get him five minutes, a chance to plead his case, a chance for her to accept him, or to reject him, a chance for anything, it’ll be worth every second of Celeste’s derision.

He looks everywhere.

He never sees her.

Celeste puts him through the wringer, the last night. They have a wine-tasting in the afternoon, followed by a sprawling multi-course dinner, followed by a night at the opera. It’s fucking miserable, and she loves every second of it.

“You know,” she says when they get back, “I must say, I’m impressed with your dedication. It takes a rare man to be able to fail so spectacularly for so long and still be willing to try again, no matter the odds.”

He takes off his cufflinks first, then his jacket, then his tie. She’s studying him, and he ignores her.

“Oh,” she says, “I see,” and suddenly she’s at his elbow, too close. “At first I had assumed it was only infatuation, but...” She cups his cheek before he can stop her, and tilts his face toward her. Her fingers are cold. “It is heartbreak, is it not?”

He smacks her hand away. “Don’t touch me.”

She giggles, a delicate thing behind her hand. “My. Such a temper. Did you also treat her so roughly?” Her eyes glitter. “Or did she merely appreciate it more than me?”

He turns his back on her to hang his coat up. She sinks onto the couch, indulgently, with a little sigh, and crosses her legs at the ankle.

“It is nothing to be ashamed of, you know,” she says. “It is a powerful data point, to fall in love. The system now knows a side of you that you perhaps did not know yourself.” She hums, and when he looks at her, she’s tracing a spiral on the armrest with one dark nail. “I cannot imagine you will have much longer to wait.”

It’s bait. He knows that, and the implication still digs in like a hook in his throat, splitting him open. “What?” he says. “You think it’s going to pair me?”

“It is not so far-fetched, is it? The system knows your needs, and now it knows your wants as well.” She brings her fingers together in front of her chin. “Isn’t that what the ideal partner is all about?”

An ideal partner. A compatible other. An Ultimate Match. It’s bullshit, all of it. Either it’s the biggest fucking con in human history, or he’s one unlucky son of a bitch.

“I don’t give a shit about that,” he says.

“No?” She tilts her head to one side, lips delicately pursed. “A whole realm of possibility— a truly Ultimate Match— and you would dismiss it out of hand?”

“Yeah,” he answers. She waits for him to elaborate, and he doesn’t.

“But how could you possibly?” she presses. “There is so much more to true compatibility than a simple feeling, you must realize this. It is not just a romantic partner you are eschewing. It is a business partner. A social companion. Surely that alone is worth examining?”

“The system gets it wrong,” he tells her, and she only laughs.

“Oh really?” she says. “A 99.8 success rate, and you suppose you are the rare exception? How many other lovesick fools have convinced themselves of that, I wonder.”

“Better that than whatever the fuck this is,” he says. He plucks a throw pillow off the other edge of the couch, and throws it on the floor between them.

Her laughter swallows itself up. Her grin flips into a frown, and it’s a real, unhappy look, not like her pouty faces with laughing eyes.

“I see,” she says stiffly. “Then if that is the case, I suppose it begs the obvious question.” She lays her palm against her chest, the tips of her fingers toying with the bow at her throat. “Why did you end up here with me?”

He doesn’t say anything.

“If you don’t care for the system’s offer, surely you can’t care for its rules, either,” she says. “Why did you not stay with this lady of yours, if she is all you truly need?”

Celeste doesn’t get the story. She doesn’t get to know about the look on Peko’s face, how resignation had crumbled through it, how in those last three minutes she’d gathered all of herself up and locked it away. She doesn’t get to know how that felt, walking away because he had to.

“Ah,” she says anyway, her chin against her knuckles. “How sad.”

He fights with the buttons on his dress shirt. It’s harder than it should be, to get them undone. She sits there in silence and watches him.

“Go away,” he tells her, when he gets it off his shoulders. “I want to sleep.”

She doesn’t argue. She stands up, effortless and smooth even in her tall heels, and steps to the side. He elbows around her to throw the blanket down on the couch and smooth it out.

Her hand catches on his wrist. “There is only one night left,” she says, her voice pitched low but turned up, like a smile. Her fingers trail up the length of his forearm. “Would you like to come to bed?”

His skin crawls. He jerks his elbow back. “I told you not to fucking touch me.”

She clucks her tongue. “All she’s put you through, and still, this mindless dedication.” Her smile narrows her eyes that same way, at the edges, like she’s a big cat tracking him through the grass. She pats his cheek, but lets him go. “That, if anything, is love, I suppose.”

Celeste uses up every last second. She picks a pale lavender tie out for him the next morning, to bring out the embroidered pattern in her skirt.

He wears the red one.

END

#fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #celestia ludenberg #kuzupeko #danganronpa #a little under the wire but here it is!!#goin goin goin #fic: somewhere surely lived #sunwrites

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“Just… why did you do it, Komaeda?” Makoto asked, voice filled with anguish. “Why kill Fujisaki?”

The trial had concluded, and now they were all forced into the inevitable confrontation with the “villain”. None of them had expected the trial to go so “easily”, but Komaeda hadn’t put up much of a struggle to begin with. Deflected accusations at first, but never outright said, “I didn’t do it.” It was just very… bizarre. Even with Komaeda’s eccentric personality.

“Did you do it because you wanted to go home…?” Togami asked skeptically, an index finger touching his temple shrewdly.

Nagito spread out his arms, a massive grin going from ear to ear.

“That’s not it at all! I couldn’t care less about my own life! I would rather all of you somehow find a way to escape – even if it took sacrificing me. I’m nowhere near as indispensable as you amazing Ultimates…”

“Then…?” Kirigiri trailed off leadingly, expectant eyes on the white-haired boy.

Nagito gave that raspy laugh that set them all on edge…

“If I had to boil it down to one reason… I just wanted the killings to start! There’s nothing more to it, really!”

Celes’s brow furrowed.

“Then… you are a sociopath…?” He didn’t seem to fit the profile to a T, but appearances could be deceiving…

Nagito hugged himself as he looked down with a gleeful expression.

“No, no… I just think you’re all so amazing…! Even Makoto, with the same talent as me, has found a way to emit a beacon of Hope like the rest of you… From the bottom of my heart, I just wanted your Hopes to shine as brightly as they possibly could!” Nagito giggled to himself.

Hagakure ran a hand through his hair and grinned nervously.

“We can’t ‘shine’ if we’re dead, dude!”

Nagito made a gesture with his arm casually, beaming pleasantly.

“You think so? It’s true that deaths are tragic, but aren’t they just another struggle to overcome? For survivors to become stronger? Think about it! You’re all amazingly strong in your own rights, so just think how much stronger you can get, after overcoming trials of life and death! If you can overcome these trials… your Hope will be powerful enough to eradicate all Despair…! That’s the kind of Hope I wanted to bear witness to, even if I had to become a stepping stone to do it!”

Asahina whirled on him, tears brimming at her eyes.

“You’re insane…! I can’t believe Fujisaki got killed by a jerk like you! You’re just the worst!”

Nagito sighed wistfully, a hand on his waste as he looked down longingly.

“I am… I’m utter trash. I’m terrible with calculations, but I never anticipated Fujisaki would be the one to die… In truth, he was never a target! I sent that letter to Ishimaru to see how far he was willing to go… And if he hadn’t been prepared enough, then I simply would have tried to kill the person standing closest to me… A bit impromptu, I know, but if they were somehow able to overpower and kill me in the darkness, just think about how big the mystery would have been! They wouldn’t have done any of the preparations, and you might not have discovered all of the evidence that you did! My death would’ve been so peculiar! And yet… the winds of fate decided I would live…”

Sakura’s frown deepened, the more Nagito spoke. He was already a dead man walking, but he was talking as if he should be praised for this incident… Nothing of this was worthy of praise.

“Then why did Fujisaki wind up dead…? He acted as if he knew Ishimaru had night vision goggles in that duralumin case…”

“And he ran over to Komaeda, at that…” Leon grimaced as he tried to puzzle it out. “Are you sure you didn’t send Fujisaki a letter or anything?”

Nagito just laughed as he received glares of suspicion.

“I don’t blame you for suspecting me… I’ve proven I can’t be trusted.” The older Luckster then took an arrogant stance. “However, I was surprised as all of you that it was Fujisaki who tried to stop me… I thought for certain Hagakure had stumbled back into me, or that Ishimaru tripped. Either way, I knew someone had gotten killed… I could feel a great deal of blood splashing onto me, and there was that sound of a body collapsing… I made a calculated decision in that moment… Based on the sound of where the body fell, I suspected the person had neatly fallen beneath the table… I didn’t want to be caught with a bloody tablecloth after the lights came back on, so I managed to replace the cloth already on the table… In the end, a bit of blood ended up on the cloth I took with me back to the storage room, but it didn’t matter since no one searched me.”

Nagito shook his head side to side.

“I find it so strange Fujisaki charged me in the darkness like that… He didn’t say a word. One moment I could feel the fast approach of someone, and the next I could feel the blade tearing into sensitive, warm flesh… He didn’t even have time to cry out in pain, I suppose. Was he trying to disarm me? Commit a murder himself? Unless he wrote down his intentions somewhere, we’ll probably never know. In the end, I still killed him.”

There was a lengthy silence that followed Komaeda’s perspective of events… Naturally, he didn’t sound sorry at all, and no one could pity or sympathize with him… Even with him explicitly stating the reasons for his actions, no one could understand his fanaticism with hope… To a fair number of them, he was just a crazy psycho that they were glad wouldn’t be living with them anymore… They wouldn’t have to worry about him planning any other murders.

Getting along would be much easier to do without him around…

“Erm… Just to clarify, Mister Chihiro Fujisaki did not commit suicide… right…?” Yamada awkwardly asked. At that query, a number of them stiffened; if it had been a suicide, they would have gotten the vote wrong…

“Not to worry!” Monokuma cheerfully reassured the otaku, rubbing the back of his head bashfully. “Accident or not, Nagito Komaeda is the blackened, so only he will be executed! The rest of you will get to live your happy island lives~!”

… Why didn’t this feel like much of a victory…?

Nagito sighed dejectedly.

“Is it going to be time for me to say my farewells, then? It’s so disappointing that I won’t get to watch these beacons of Hope survive the trials to come… But I suppose it’s enough that I got them started on the right path.”

Mondo’s face grew purple out of rage as he roared at the older Luckster.

“The right path?! Like hell we’re going to start killing each other just ‘cause your punk ass killed Fujisaki…!”

Nagito chuckled lightly.

“Well, the ‘right’ path isn’t always the easy one… And you can strive to make sure there’s no more deaths, but you might not be able to keep up the resistance when Monokuma keeps presenting motives… But do not Despair! Death is natural, and you’ll only become stronger with each enemy you defeat! Future victims will be mere stepping stones…!”

“Shut up!!!” Mondo bellowed, having heard enough from the older Luckster. They all had.

Composing himself a little, Nagito straightened up and smiled… plainly. Like he wasn’t about to die.

“I really did enjoy our time together, short as it may have been… May we meet again in our next life.” Nagito sighed contentedly, leaving a good number of them frustrated that he wasn’t more panicked or regretful… This would be their last memory of Komaeda.

With nothing left to say, Monokuma smacked a big red button with a gavel, and an 8-bit pixelated version of Komaeda was dragged off by Monokuma on the screens above them. The real Komaeda was ensnared by a chain around his neck, and he was yanked into the elevator shaft before being dragged up… and up… and up…

~*~

Hajime stared at the computer screens with an empty expression as Nagito’s execution came to an unmerciful end. Beside him, Komaeda’s classmates were just as disturbed. The Luckster was fired up in a rocket that had a boomerang design to it… The rocket had all sorts of malfunctions during takeoff, but in spite of them, Komaeda cleared the stratosphere. That was when the rocket’s nonsensical design kicked in… and brought Komaeda hurtling back down to earth… And in spite of the crash-landing, Komaeda had somehow survived it through sheer luck…

Only for a Monokuma-shaped meteor to come crashing down on him. And the damn thing was on fire.

Hajime could see Mikan, Chiaki, and Miss Yukizome were crying. Fuyuhiko and Natsumi looked frustrated and angry. And Peko, Tanaka, Mitarai, and the Imposter all looked disturbed. Hajime himself felt disturbed by the bizarre execution that was, quite frankly, overkill. He didn’t know Komaeda well enough to be angry or sad like the others, though he’d comfort them in their grief.

Now more than ever, they needed to stick together.

“… I guess that’s it, then.” Fuyuhiko growled out through gritted teeth. He kicked the computer terminal next to him. Violently.

“H-He’s not… There’s not going to be any more executions like that, are there?” Mitarai whispered feebly, shrinking in on himself. Though they all wanted to answer in the negative… They knew it’d only be a matter of time now. Monokuma was skilled in exploiting weaknesses. They knew this.

“We just… have to retake control before the next motive happens…” Nanami mumbled dejectedly, returning to her workstation and try to communicate with Usami. Gekkogahara-senpai was trying everything on her end, even as the trial and execution were going.

“I’m going for a walk, then.” Fuyuhiko decided bitterly as he stomped out of the room, Peko at his heels.

The rest of them weren’t too sure what to do, so they stayed and watched the post-trial interactions. It wasn’t much of a surprise that Monokuma decided to not restore Class 78’s memories just yet, but it was also a relief… Because once the bear did restore their memories – if he could – then they would have a new set of problems…

~*~

Whether they liked it or not, life moved on after an uneasy night of rest. The fourteen survivors met up in the cafeteria shortly after the morning announcement, like they had in previous days. The morning greetings were reserved and awkward; it was clear no one was in the mood to talk.

Even if Komaeda had ‘deserved’ to die, there was still Fujisaki’s death weighing on all their minds.

Well… most of them were grieving, anyway.

“I see you’re all still moping.” Togami deadpanned, being the last to arrive. Mondo stood up aggressively as he raised his fist.

“What’d you say, you son of a bitch?!” The biker growled, temple throbbing.

The heir rolled his eyes.

“Come on. Are you seriously dwelling on either of them? Komaeda fired the first shot, and it’s clear Fujisaki had been up to something suspicious. Constantly thinking about that first murder, you can’t tell me not a single one of you is worried the person right next to you could snap next.”

That got more than a few of them to clam up. Asahina was quick to reject Togami’s pessimism, though.

“What the hell?! Two of our friends are dead, and you’re acting like they deserved it!”

“Didn’t they?” Togami asked mockingly. “Komaeda committed murder. Fujisaki did something as reckless as stealing night vision goggles, and then charged a man with a knife. You can’t even deny the possibility that Fujisaki wanted to leave this island!”

Makoto shook his head and looked down sadly.

“Even if it’s ‘possible’, I don’t think that was the case… There’s no way we can know what Fujisaki was trying to do. Not now. All we can do… is keep their memory alive. The kind of people they were before Monokuma came along.”

Togami just rolled his eyes, while everyone else seemed to lighten up a little from Makoto’s determination. While they did have doubts, Makoto’s optimism was much more appealing than suspecting everyone around them. It made life on the island… more bearable.

And then, like the optimism had summoned him, Monokuma appeared…

“I haven’t caught you all at a bad time, right? Good. One of my Monobeasts is missing!” The bear angrily grumbled.

Hagakure scratched his head in confusion.

“Huh…? You mean one of those gigantic robomonsters? How’d you lose one of those…?”

“Could it be… they were destroyed?!” Ishimaru asserted boldly.

Monokuma huffed in annoyance.

“I don’t know! But if you guys see it, tell it to return to its post! Geez… So undependable… If you kids don’t know, what could have happened to it…?” Monokuma muttered incomprehensibly before leaving as abruptly as he had appeared.

Leon grinned nervously.

“Could one of ‘em really have been destroyed…?”

Kirigiri ran a hand through her hair.

“That was clearly a façade. The bear’s shown he can be serious, and I doubt he’d take the destruction of his ‘beast’ so lightly. He wants us to check out another island…”

“That would seem to be the case…” Celes concurred, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

“Could it be some ‘reward’ for surviving the first trial…?” Mukuro mused.

Nobody was sure how to respond to that. If it took a class trial to open up one of those islands…

“Oooh… Don’t tell me you all worked it out so soon!” Monomi pouted as she appeared before them. Her paws were over her head fearfully, ears drooped down. “Let’s all get along…!”

… Well, that answered that question. Yet it raised so many others.

~*~

With a new island opened up, it didn’t take long for everyone to agree to explore the new island. About the only holdout was Fukawa, who decided to stay behind in her room. Everyone else went to investigate with the hopes of finding a way off of Jabberwock or of finding a clue behind the mastermind’s identity.

“So this is the new island…” Sayaka mused as she, Makoto, and Mukuro paused on the bridge and looked out at the second island. Some ruins could be seen, as well as an older-looking modern building, which gave this new island a different ambience from the one before it.

“We gain nothing from standing here, let’s move.” Mukuro remarked, and the three trudged on. Though the ruins had them the most curious, they decided to save those for last, instead checking out a diner and parking lot area first. Mondo was in the parking lot and looking around; they decided to let him be for now and peek into the diner, where Celes and Yamada were.

“You’re telling me… there isn’t any tea here, either…?” There was an edge to Celes’s tone that made Makoto and Sayaka nervous. Yamada, though, seemed unperturbed by the dark aura Celes was giving off, as he stroked his chin thoughtfully.

“This state of affairs is unacceptable!” The gambler roared, finally making the otaku reel back in terror… and Makoto and Sayaka, as well.

Celes could really change personalities on a dime, huh.

“N-Now, now, Miss Ludenberg… I’m certain if we searched the supermarket again…”

“They do not have the equipment to brew the milk with the tea! It must be royal milk tea!”

“Aiiieee! Y-Yes, Ms. Ludenberg…!”

Mukuro was left staring at Yamada and Celes’s antics for a while, before she realized Makoto and Sayaka had slipped out as quickly as they had entered. Feeling slightly annoyed the idol had gotten one up on her, the soldier hurried to catch up. It looked like their next destination was Chandler Beach, which was further up the small road leading to the diner, through a tunnel.

Unlike the beach from the first island, this one had a beach house, along with a few chairs and umbrellas spread throughout the beach. Sakura and Asahina were already out there, and Hagakure and Leon were in the beach house. Though it was a nice area, it didn’t offer any clues to the mastermind or a way off the island, so the trio moved on after a little investigating.

The next building they found was a pharmacy. Ishimaru seemed to be looking into it, taking stock of what was there. Nothing seemed out of place, so they moved on to the library, where Togami was… as well as Fukawa, who had claimed she was going to stay in her room…It became clear she was trying to follow Togami around, though.

The interesting thing about the library, aside from the books about serial killers that Fukawa seemed especially wary of, was the guidebook about Jabberwock Island. Within its contents, they found a number of contradictions – according to it, the five islands were supposedly furnished to be resorts, while the central island supposedly had an administrative building; the bronze statue of five animals in Jabberwock Park had been in the lobby of that administration building; and finally, according to the guidebook the only way to travel between the islands was by boat, as the plans to build bridges were scrapped due to environmentalists.

They relied on Togami to read the guidebook, since it was in another language. And they all assumed it was just an old one, since everything they’d seen contradicted it. Of course, Monokuma took that opportunity to show up and hint at the sinister group that had brought them to the island and stolen their memories, but he wouldn’t explain anything.

Once they were finished up examining the library, they all moved on to the ruins, where Kirigiri had called everyone. It sounded like she discovered something…

#Danganronpa #Hajime Hinata #Neo World Program #AU

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