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monomonomagines · 4 years

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♡Imagines Masterlist♡

Here’s all the writing Mod Toko has done for this blog compiled into one big post! I hope you all enjoy it!

2020 October Prompts Masterlist here

*= NSFW

FEB 2020

The V3 Boys During a Snow Day

Dr2 Boys Realizing They’re in Love with S/o for the First Time

Headcanons for Celeste with a Reader that Craves Physical Affection but is too Anxious to Ask

V3 boys with an Ultimate Ballerina S/o

Fuyuhiko x Online Reader

Drv3 Girls with an Insomniac Reader

DR2 Boys Calming Down their S/o After a Panic Attack

Makoto, Hajime, Chiaki, Nagito, Ibuki, Kaede, Rantaro, and Kokichi with an Insecure Trans Male S/o

Nagito in a Rainbow Girl Au

MAR 2020

Cuddle Headcanons with Kyoko, Celeste, and Mukuro

V3 Boys with an S/o that Wears Lolita/Harajuku Fashion Part 1

V3 Boys with an S/o that Wears Lolita/Harajuku Fashion Part 2

Teruteru Headcanons with an S/o who Can’t Cook

V3 Guys with an S/o who Struggles with Intimacy due to Past Trauma

Sayaka, Makoto, Kyoko, Toko and Celeste with the Ultimate Flirt S/o

Ryoma, Fuyuhiko, Kokichi, Kazuchi and Kirumi to their S/o Having an Asshole Pet

Sakura and Gonta Headcanons with an Autistic Fem S/o that Enjoys Toys, Abandoned Places, Homestuck, and Creepy Historical Facts

Scenario where Kaede and Shuichi are Attacked, where Kaede Survives the Attack, but Shuichi doesn’t and She has to Deal with Survivors Guilt

V3 Boys Accidentally Fusing with their Half-gem S/o

Leon, Fuyuhiko, Nekomaru, Kazuichi, Yasuhiro, Chihiro, Nagito, and Mondo with an S/o who gets really Blushy at anything Romantic

Makoto, Taka, Hajime, Nagito, and Gonta with an S/o who’s a Human Rights Activist

Gundham with a Flirty and Self Conscious about Themselves Fem S/o

Drv3 Boys with a Sick S/o

Fem Ultimate Poet S/o with Dr1 girls

Celeste with an S/o who is the Ultimate Artist

Gundham with an Autistic Fem S/o who Loves Creative Stuff and Toys Headcanons

NSFW Korekiyo with a Submissive S/o*

Drv3 Boys when their S/o is Badly Sick and there in the Middle of Taking Care of S/o it Turns a Bit Spicy but then they Get Sick

V3 Boys with an S/o who Willingly Joins Angie’s “Student Council”

Fuyuhiko, Ryoma, Kokichi and Chihiro with a Short S/o

Detective Himiko Headcanons

Ryoma x Kaede Headcanons

Scenario where Hiyoko does survive Chapter Three

V3 Girls Reacting to Finding a Skeleton with Chest Hair

Ryoma, Mondo, Kaede and Shuichi Falling in love with their Best Friend Witch S/o

Shuichi, Rantaro, Maki and Kaede with the Ultimate Unlucky Student S/o

Kaito with a Pregnant S/o Headcanons

Tenko Cheering up an S/o who has Lost a Family Member

S/o that Confesses to their Best Friend Ryoma

NSFW Celeste Headcanons*

Kiyotaka with an Affectionate Male S/o

Dr2 Boys Reacting to Learning their S/o is Part of the Neo World Program Based Off of a Dead Classmate

Hajime, Nagito, Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko, Gundham, Chiaki, Ibuki, and Sonia Reacting to their S/o Acting Suspicious During a Class Trial

V3 Boys Finding S/o Dead and Being Mocked in the Class Trial

Drv3 Boys with an S/o who’s the Actual Ultimate Survivor

Fuyuhiko, Ryoma, Mondo and Sakura are Woken up During the Night by their S/o

Ibuki with a Fem S/o who’s really Insecure about her Chest Size

NSFW Ryoma and Kaede Headcanons*

Cuddle Headcanons with Rantaro and Shuichi

Kazuichi x Ibuki Headcanons

Relationship Headcanons for Rantaro SFW & NSFW*

Aoi, Sayaka, Akane, Chiaki, Tsumugi, Miu, and Kaede with a Male S/o who’s Overprotective of them while their Pregnant

Mastermind Hoshimatsu

Hypothetical Love Hotels for Kazuichi, Mikan, Kiyotaka, Fuyuhiko, Nagito, Sonia, Ibuki, and Toko

Hajime and Kokichi finding out their S/o is being bullied

Dr2 Boys with an Affectionate S/o

Fem S/o doing Maki’s Hair After a Stressful Day

V3 Boys React to Finding out that their Sweet and Innocent S/o is the Mastermind

Dr2 Boys Reaction to their S/o having an Overprotective Little Brother

V3 Boys as Monsters with a Human S/o Part 1

V3 Boys as Monsters with a Human S/o Part 2

Hoshimatsu Dating Headcanons

Shuichi x Himiko Headcanons

Shuichi with an S/o with Little to No Social Skills

V3 Girls Having Alternate Forms as a Motive

Powered Alternate Forms Explanation

V3 Girls as Monsters with a Human S/o Part 1

V3 Monster Girls with a Human S/o Part 2

Dr2 Boys React to Finding Themselves Cornered by a Killer, but their S/o Throws Glitter into the Killer’s Face

V3 Boys React to their S/o Being Accused of Being the Blackened because they have No Alibi, Only for their S/o to Confess that they Accidentally Saw the Boys Doing Something Embarrassing

Dr1 Girls with an S/o who is the Ultimate Cartoonist whose Studio was Ransacked with all of their Supplies Stolen

Hiyoko x Ibuki Headcanons

Fuyihiko, Ryoma, Kokichi and Chihiro Getting Marshmallowed Helled During Sex*

V3 Girls with a Fem S/o being Taunted about their S/o’s Death

NSFW Headcanons for Sakura, Tenko, Aoi, Mikan and Tsumugi with a Fem S/o who’s Submissive*

V3 Girls React to Seeing Kaito and Kokichi Rolling Down a Ski Slope in a Snowball while Arguing Loudly

Dr1 Girl’s Ideal Place for a Date

V3 Girls React to their S/o Pointing a Gun at them with a Dark Expression on their face, They Pull the Trigger, Yelling ‘BUBBLEBEAM’ and They Find Themselves Being Pelted by Bubbles

Dr1 Girls Comforting their S/o After They Wake up from a Particularly Bad Nightmare

Scenario where the Infamous Seesaw Scene Fails

APR 2020

Dr1 Girls with a Cartoonist S/o where the Girls catch a Thief in the Act of Stealing from S/o’s Studio

Ryoma Hoshi with a Male S/o Watching a Scary Movie where the S/o is Scared Easily and Holds onto Ryoma Accidentally Confessing

Dr2 Girls and an S/o that just Loves to Give Eskimo Kisses

Dr1 Girls and their S/o who is very Talented at Art

Dr2 Boys with an Ultimate baker S/o that Stress Eats

Shuichi, Kiibo, Kaito, and Ibuki Meeting their Ultimate Pastry Chef S/o

S/o becomes Pregnant with Teruteru’s Child and is Afraid to tell him due to Others Telling her that He Won’t Accept their Child

V3 Girls Finding Out their S/O is the Blackened

Fem S/o Spending her Birthday with Mondo, Gundham, and Gonta

Dr2 Girls Reacting to their S/o Running out of the Kitchen Screaming and into the Nearest Body of Water because they Somehow Managed to set the Bowl and their Pants on Fire while Making Cereal

MAY 2020

Aoi, Miu, Tenko and Akane Doing the Kabedon on their Very Shy Crush

Aoi, Miu, Tenko and Akane Doing the Kabedon on their very Shy Crush with Confession

Gundham and Ibuki with an S/o who has an Overprotective Sibling

NSFW Headcanons for Leon, Byakuya, Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko with a Fem S/o who Loves Being Roughed up*

Dr2 Boys as Monsters with a Human S/o Part 1

Dr2 Boys as Monsters with a Human S/o Part 2

Dr2 Boys as Monsters with a Human S/o Part 3

Ultimate Singer (Male S/O) x Ibuki Headcannons

Byakuya Togami x Rival! Ultimate Perfectionist

V3 Characters Sharing a Body with Another Character Scenario

Celeste with an Easily Flustered S/o

Tokomaru Soft Headcanons

Dr2 Girls with a Fem S/o Who’s an Experiment for the Kamakura Project

Gonta and S/o Playing Animal Crossing Headcanons

Leon, Togami, Rantaro and Kazuichi with Ultimate Seamstress S/o

JULY 2020

Dr1 Boys as Fantasy Plants

Dr1 Girls as Fantasy Plants

Peko, Kazuichi, Ryoma and Gundham Sleeping with their S/o Waking up to their S/o’s Cat Standing on them

Kirumi, Kazuichi, Fyuhiko, Sakura, and Celeste Who's S/o is Afraid of Horror Yet Tries to Play it Off

Ryoma, Sakura, Maki, Kaede and Ibuki with an S/o that Enjoys the Softer Side of Romance

An S/o Dealing with Gundham’s Morning Routine

FEBRUARY 2021

Waking Up in Your Partners Body (Sondam, Twobuki, Hoshimatsu, Fuyupeko)

Dr2 Boys with a Baker that Stress Eats

Gudham, Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi, and Ryoma Get Hot and Steamy with Their S/o Only to be Interupted by S/o’s Cat

JULY 2021

Fem S/o Constantly Following Toko Around

Dr1 Girls Who's S/o Just Got Their Wisdom Teeth Pulled

DrV3 Girls Who’s S/o is Reluctant on Sleeping with Them Due to Not Having A Good Childhood and Now Sleeps with A Stuffed Animal

Dr2 Girls with an Ultimate Paleontologist S/o Who Seems to be Acting Distant Only to Find Out That S/o Accidentally Brought Back A Baby Dinosaur

Gundham, Himiko and Kokichi Who’s S/o is Freaking Out Because Their Zodiac Signs Aren’t Compatible

Ryoma, Fuyuhiko, Mondo, Nekomaru and Toko with An S/o That Lost Their Glasses

Dr2 Girls with an S/o That is the Ultimate Watercolorist Who Teaches Them How to Paint with Watercolors

Nekomaru, Sakura and Gonta with an Autistic S/o

Ryoma, Angie, Peko, Ibuki and Gundam with an S/o That Wants to Play Animal Crossing with Them

Dr1 Girls with an S/o That Overworks Themselves

Kyoko, Celeste, Gundham and Kaede Going Stargazing with Their S/o

Korekiyo Headcanons with a Reader Who Gets into Anthropology so They Can Talk About it with Him

Drv3 Girls Who’s S/o has a Bad Habit of Bottling up Emotions

Shuichi, Kokichi, Kazuichi, Nagito and Chiaki with an Innocent and Cute S/o, but Once They Started Dating They Occasionally Make Perverted Jokes

Fuyuhiko, Souda, Gundham, and Chiaki with an S/o Who Has a lot of Health Issues

Kirumi, Sakura, Fuyuhiko, Peko and Ryoma Who’s S/o is Acting Strange Because Their Food was Drugged

Kokichi, Kiibo, Miu, and Sakura Helping Their S/o Who Broke One of Their Bones but Has a Terrible Pain Tolerance

What Would Leon, Kaito, and Shuichi Would be Like as Vampires (Monster AU)

Gundham, Fuyuhiko, Souda, Kokichi and Kiibo with an S/o Who is Super Touch Starved

Celeste with an Ultimate Singer Male S/o

Teruteru Comforting and Supporting His S/o When They're Upset

Fuyuhiko with an S/o Who Has an Emotional Support Dog

DrV3 Girls with a Narcoleptic S/o

Makoto, Rantaro, Shuichi, Kokichi, and Hajime Find Out Their S/o is About to be Murdered and They Swoop in and Save Them

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #imagines #masterlist #mod post #mod kokichi #mod toko

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bunni-edits-and-stuff · 3 years

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Hello! I'm Cinnabunni, but you can just call me Bunni!

Feel free to request things, it gives me something to do and I'm happy to do requests! I might end up closing requests if I get too many though, but as long as it's open and your requests fits with my rules, then feel free to send some! Keep in mind that I'm pretty new to editing and stuff, so they might not be the good; I'm still learning, so please be kind! Rules, fandom list, and other stuff is under the cut!

Mood boards

Aesthetic boards

Stim boards

Icons

Tumblr headers

Wallpapers*

Dividers

DNI banners

Gif sets

*Please specify what size and dimensions you want it to be!! My default size is 720x1280, so if you don't give dimensions then I'll just create the wallpaper as that size

(I'm iffy about doing non-listed fandom requests. If it's an easier request (like a stim board), then maybe, but if it's something that isn't listed just know that there's a big chance I won't do it--but feel free to send it in just in case).

Pokemon

Vocaloid/UTAU/SynthV

Danganronpa

Ouran High School Host Club

I am Setsuna

Alter Ego

Mystic Messenger

Animal Crossing

Coffee Talk

Studio Ghibli

Obey Me!

Ghost Eyes

Stardew Valley

Little Witch Academia

Slime Rancher

Asobi Asobase

Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan

A3! Act! Addict! Actors!

Happy Sugar Life

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Infinity Train

Project Sekai

Monster Prom

Punch-Out!!

(I can also do edits for ocs! just don't forget to include a pic of them; or you can dm me a pic if you can't attach it to the ask)

Glitchcore

NSFW themes

Pedophilic & incestuous ships

Scenecore

Blood and gore

Creepy cute aesthetic (and creepy aesthetic in general)

Savory food stims

I'm usually pretty open to things, but I'll update this list when I need to

Desserts

Drink/beverage stims

Pastel colors

Allister, Kabu, and Professor Sycamore (Pokemon)

Gakupo, Hiyama Kiyoteru, VY2 Yuuma, Rana, and Otomachi Una (Vocaloid)

Gahata Meiji and Mawarine Shuu (Utau)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Byakuya Togami, Kazuichi Souda, and Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu (Danganronpa)

Yoosung and Zen (Mystic Messenger)

Asmodeus, Leviathan, Barbatos, and Luke (Obey Me!)

Iketeru Daga and Usahara Tobichiki (Uramichi Oniisan)

Muku Sakisaka and Yuki Rurikawa (a3!)

Coffee

LGBTQ+ themes

Watercolor stims

Calligraphy stims

Sparkly things

Witch aesthetic

Makeup stims

Neon/glow in the dark

Fashion stims (+ lolita fashion)

Anything that I make that you wanna use, like icons headers, etc., are free to use without credit! While credit would be very much appreciated, it's not something that I'm going to enforce.

Also, just another thing: I am allowed to not do requests if I don't want to. It's rare for me not to do one, unless the themes are in my blacklist, but I'm still allowed to deny requests. If you wanna send another one inquiring about it or why, feel free (as long as it's polite) and I'll most likely answer back. Just so you know that I am allowed to deny any requests and that I don't have to do them if I don't want to. Thank you <3 Well, I think that's it! If I can think of anything else I'll be sure to update this list. I hope y'all will like what I make

#rules

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morethanaprincess-a · 4 years

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@despairfiles said: ❝ you look… as lovely as ever, your majesty. ❞ (Emiya, he wouldn't dare being more forward)

Ballroom Dialogue Prompts

Sonia shut the laptop screen gently. She hadn't even heard Emiya slip into the room, though that was the mark of a good personal protection officer. Being able to come and go without being noticed, only becoming unable to ignore when she had a need for them. The problem was, Emiya was unable to ignore for a multitude of reasons, one of which being his mouth, which wavered from good-natured taunts to advice she didn't always ask for.

She'd been dressed thirty minutes ago, when the last swipe of lipstick and the final few pins to secure her tiara had been affixed. Then the Queen had sent away the maids and, among the various bottles and tools arranged on her vanity, set up her computer right in her personal chambers and was greeted by several tiny screens. Most of the former Remnants had agreed to chat at that time, partly to update one another on their lives but mostly to give Sonia advice and moral support. Mainly in how to deal with Byakuya Togami, whose name had been added to the list of initial suitors. They almost unanimously agreed that his participation had to be some sort of joke, though plenty were quick to shoot down Akane Owari's idea of punching him so hard he regretted ever considering the prospect in the first place.

Though seeing her, for the first time in a long time, appear as the royal she always was did make some things return to normal. Mainly, Gundham's avoidance to even meet with them to discuss the subject and Kazuichi Souda's array of compliments that bordered on a desire to be the one to rescue her from it all. At least both Hajime and Fuyuhiko were present to keep him in check from voicing anything too terrible.

"You look...as lovely as ever, Your Majesty."

The voice was familiar. But his hesitation in offering such kind words, that was a new one.

Sonia swept to her feet, taking care not to catch her gown on any of the various drawers and legs of her vanity chair. The nature of her gown and years of etiquette lessons forced her to stand straight and tall as she faced Shirou Emiya for the first time in full regalia.

Her attire had been a point of deliberation, though the Queen herself had only two stipulations: One, they'd seek something from the collection the Castle already possessed. It would be in bad form if the Queen had something new commissioned or bought from even a newly restored luxury fashion house. And two, she'd vetoed any gown that looked remotely white, ivory, cream, or any other color that clearly screamed 'bridal' the moment she entered a room. Everyone was well aware what tonight's festivities were for so there was no need to broadcast it every time she twirled.

And so she'd ended up in a voluminous, off-the-shoulder ballgown in silk shot taffeta. With a skirt fluffed out by plenty of undergarments, the color was either pale blue or sage green depending on the light with the intention to compliment her eyes. Diagonally across her torso in both front and back, a navy sash had been affixed to the gown where all the appropriate medals and brooches worn by the monarch for formal appearances were displayed, and that didn't even include the array of diamonds and pearls that sparkled at her neck, her earlobes, and most brilliantly of all, pinned to the top of her head. The Future Foundation, partnered with the rebels working against the Despairs, had managed to secure nearly all of the crown jewels away from the clutches of the mad queen, and it was for situations like this one that Sonia was grateful for it.

"Thank you, Emiya," She smiled at him encouragingly, lifting the hem of the front of her skirts just enough so she could cross her bedroom to greet him without tripping. It wouldn't add anything to the evening if she remarked how strange it was for him to provide a sincere compliment in her direction, especially regarding her appearance. The night, though Sonia wished it wasn't so and held out on the smallest bit of hope it could be redeemed, would be difficult enough without their banter. He knew how she hesitated to go on with it, to give some of the world's most disgraced and destitute members of the upper class a chance to reinstate some of the comforts of their former lives: sons second or third in line to the throne, businessmen who lost everything, various dukes and earls. And then Togami, who was the true outlier and no one, especially the media, knew what to make of him. "I was advised earlier that a balcony address before the ball would not be possible tonight. Apparently there is a colorful group of both well-wishers and protesters at the gates, making it quite a problem for the cars to arrive."

#despairfiles #post neo world program verse #(He won't dare to be more forward)#(Doesn't mean other people won't)

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luxexhomines · 5 years

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DR2 boys reactions to S/O who is staring at them with a goofy smile and when they ask what’s up, S/O shrugs and says “I’m just wondering how I got so lucky to call you my boyfriend.”

Hi, I love this prompt! Although it’s not word for word (I also changed the phrase a bit for each time because I got tired of writing the same thing), it’s still a super sweet thought and it was fun to write. I cranked out Hajime & Nagito at a different time from the rest, which I did today. Lengths kind of vary because I was trying really hard to get this done and do at a quality I can still be proud of.

Also, an announcement! I will no longer be taking requests with character counts of 8 or above. I would like to recommend you maximize your requests from 4-6 characters in the future; current requests with 8 characters will remain at 8, however. It’s because I can’t handle so many characters with one prompt when I use the style I do to write, and because this is my personal side blog, I don’t want to compromise my writing style.

Here you are, under the cut! It’s kind of long altogether.

SDR2 Boys x S/O “I’m just wondering how I got so lucky to have you as my boyfriend.”

Hajime Hinata

Your arms resting on the white island table as you sat on the bar stool, you watched him come in from the door and put down an armful of bags.

“Phew, it sure is cold outside,” he commented. And upon seeing you sitting there, he laughs. “But you’ve been nice and toasty in here, huh?”

You nod as you watch him take off his winter coat, hanging it up and putting it in the closet carefully along with a long, green scarf that was previously wrapped around his neck. He was a rather organized and careful person, after all. He rarely just left things sitting around, even if you might be more prone to just throwing the coat on the couch and running off to do something else.

“Are you hungry, s/o?” he asked, turning toward you and walking to the island table, leaning down and resting his arms on the countertop in a similar fashion as you, folded across each other.

His face came surprisingly close when he did so, and you blushed slightly before replying.

“A bit. What should we make for lunch?”

He smiles.

“Of course. Well, why don’t you leave it up to me for today? I have an idea in mind that I’d like to try out,” he says. “But don’t blame me if it goes wrong.”

You tilt your head slightly, smiling right back at him.

“Never. I’ll be glad to eat whatever you make, even if it turns out to be a plate of black ashes,” you chuckle. As he walks to the refrigerator and starts pulling out ingredients, he answers you, sounding mock-offended.

“Please have more faith in me than that. I can cook at a fairly mediocre level,” he responds.

He starts cooking, chopping up vegetables and putting the white rice in to cook, with a green-brown apron tied around his waist. The two of you chat for a bit as you watch him cook earnestly, sometimes looking online to check if he’s doing things right, and then he sets down the dishes on the table along with two bowls of white, steaming rice.

You grab two pairs of chopsticks and place them at each of your spots, sitting down as he does.

He claps his hands together.

“Well then, let’s eat!”

He starts digging into his meal rather vigorously, and dazed, you watch him, a silly smile stretching wide across your face. He looks up, bewildered.

“Aren’t you going to eat, s/o? If you stare at me like that, I’m going to lose my appetite,” he jokes, but he does look slightly flustered.

You shake your head dreamily, looking him straight in the eye.

“No, I will… I was just wondering how I got so lucky to be able to call you my boyfriend.”

He abruptly swallows whatever was in his mouth and almost starts choking, coughing intensely and sputtering. You bring him a glass of water and rub his back in concern.

“Are you okay, Hajime?”

His coughing finally ceases, and he looks up at you with a red face and embarrassed smile. “I’m fine. At least, I think I will be. Being around you isn’t good for my heart,” he laughs.

You smirk.

“Well, best get used to it. I’m going to stick around you for the rest of our lives, or as long as you let me,” you smile, placing a kiss on his cheek, which rapidly deepens in hue as you do so.

Nagito Komaeda

When you got to the subway station where the two of you had agreed to meet up, Nagito was already there, sitting on a bench and calmly awaiting your arrival.

You waved as you jogged over, huffing slightly.

“I’m so sorry I’m late! I had to bring this kid to the police station because he was lost.”

Nagito smiles, standing up and stretching his long limbs.

“Oh, that’s perfectly fine. I haven’t been waiting long. Shall we go?”

You nod before linking your arm around his, ready to traverse below and take a subway to the mall.

“Mhm! Let’s go,” you cheer, throwing your other arm up as he chuckles at your giddiness.

The subway was extremely packed, but having Nagito around was pretty lucky because even though he’s thin, he’s rather tall and can act as a bit of a guard between you and other passengers. The two of you exchanged amiable looks in silence since it wouldn’t do to disturb the other passengers.

Then the subway lurched, and you fell forward, face-planting into Nagito’s chest. You somehow manage to peel yourself off of him in a timely manner, blushing.

“S-Sorry, Nagito… The subway’s a bit shakier than usual today, huh?”

He nods, and although he appears rather calm, you spot a red tint on his ears.

“Oh, it’s fine. It sure is.”

Nagito doesn’t get easily flustered, so seeing him be flustered is only making you more flustered as your cheeks warm further, and you avert your gaze toward the ground shyly.

When you arrive at the mall, the two of you spend the entire day window-shopping, trying on clothes and have lunch together as well. It felt like time went by in a flurry, as it usually did when you spent time with him.

At the end of the day, the subway was comparatively empty as the two of you sat side by side. Across from you, the seats were empty, and you could see Nagito’s reflection. His fluffy, creamy white hair was slightly bouncing with the motion of the subway, and his lips were spread in a casual smile. You turned to look at him directly. After all, the real thing was infinitely better than a reflection in darkness.

You trailed your gaze over his handsome features, his pale skin…and then he turned to look at you.

“Something wrong? Is there perhaps something on my face?” he wondered, his green eyes meeting yours.

You shake your head, feeling a smile tug at the corners of your lips uncontrollably.

“No… I was thinking about how I possibly got this lucky, to have you as my boyfriend.”

He stares at you in utter shock for a moment, before his face relaxes into the same charismatic smile, and he chuckles.

“My, you always manage to surprise me with the unbelievably sweet things you say… I’m the one who’s lucky to have you, after all,” he says adoringly, putting a hand to your cheek gently. “You can’t even begin to imagine how lucky I am.”

You laugh and lean in give him a light kiss on the cheek.

“Oh, I think I could… After all, I have you.”

Kazuichi Souda

You peek in the doorway, and you spot Kazuichi in his garage, fiddling with a large object of which most of it is under wraps.

“Kazuichi?” you call.

He stands up quickly, almost falling over from the dizziness resulting from the adjustment in height.

“Whoa! Oh, s/o, you’re here!” he waves happily.

You nod and jog over carefully, making sure not to step on anything important, and give him a hug.

“I sure am. Are you ready?”

He adopts a pensive look and then glances back.

“Well… Almost, to say the least.”

Well, it wasn’t like the two of you had made some kind of dinner appointment out.

“Okay, you can finish that up first, then,” you beam.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “I don’t want to keep you waiting,” he says, but as he does so, he throws another worried look at whatever it was he was working on.

“Nah. All I ask is that you let me sit here and watch you work.”

He lights up.

“That’s all? Sure thing! You can watch anytime,” he says, giving you a thumbs up before returning to work.

To his credit, he finishes relatively fast, and you find yourself enamored as he takes a rag and wipes the sweat and grease from his face, letting out his breath, and then turns toward you with a sharp smile.

“Okay, I think I’m all done! Shall we go out?”

When you don’t respond after a couple of seconds have passed by, he trots over.

“S/O?”

You feel yourself wake from zoning out into his face.

“Oh! Sorry,” you reply sheepishly.

“What were you thinking about?” he asks curiously.

You reply rather automatically.

“You.”

His cheeks are looking a little pink now.

“W-What about me?” he laughs awkwardly. “Is it unattractive, me being covered in sweat and grease like this from work? I can go shower.”

He starts toward the door, but you’re quick to shake your head.

“No, that’s not it,” you object fiercely. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am to call you my boyfriend.”

He stops mid-step, and his jaw unhinges and then closes. The process repeats many times as you watch him overheat like one of his machines once did. Only he visibly turns red.

“I-I,” he stutters. “I’m just as lucky to have you,” he finally replies, looking bashful and smiling back shyly. You liked this side of him, too, and you pecked his cheek lightly.

“Thanks, Kazuichi.”

He’s unable to leave the garage for some time longer since he’s overheated and malfunctioned.

Gundham Tanaka

It was time for your weekly session with Gundham, grooming and caring for the animals you had grown to love almost as much as Gundham. After all, there was nothing that could possibly surpass your love for your boyfriend.

You combed through the bunny’s soft fur gently, carefully. Gundham was beside you, handling his four Dark Devas and cleaning their fur.

“Be still, Cham-P!” he declares.

You look up for a moment to see Cham-P plop his furry little tush on the sink obediently, and stifle a giggle. Gundham’s relationship with his animals was as peachy as ever.

For a moment, you let yourself just look at your boyfriend for a bit. One of the benefits of caring for the animals with him was that you got to spend extra time with him and looking after him, whether he knew it or not. You also got to see more sides of him. A tender smile sometimes comes to his face as he cares for the animals, one that you wish you could save your brain infinitely. But perhaps it’s how fleeting it is that contributes to its beauty.

All of sudden, he turns, and you notice that he’s blushing a bit.

“Is something the matter? I have been feeling your gaze resting upon my bodily incarnation for some time now.”

You shake your head, trying not to laugh. The way he talked, too, was simply too adorable.

“No, nothing’s the matter,” you say, grinning widely. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you as my boyfriend.”

You swear you don’t see him breathe or move for a moment, and Cham-P fidgets under his unmoving hands. Then, like the red of a thermometer rises, Gundham’s face colors a deep shade of red, and he pulls his scarf up, turning away.

“Y-You flatter me… Although I admit that I am above mortals, your words are too good, even for someone as great as I,” he states, stammering nervously.

You move a step closer, and then slowly wrap your arms around him from behind.

“Nothing is too good for you, Gundham,” you say sweetly, and feel his body temperature rise in kind.

Nekomaru Nidai

“Alright! We’re done for today,” Nekomaru bellows. “Time for a break! And then we can head home for dinner.” He takes a towel from the bench and offers it to you, which you gratefully take to wipe away your excess sweat.

“Thanks, Nekomaru,” you smile, and he chuckles.

“No problem! You did well in training today,” he remarks, looking pleased–with himself or with you, you’re not sure. Perhaps both.

You hang the towel around your neck.

“Thanks again,” you say, and tilt your head as you look at his stature. Sometimes you wondered if you were really making progress, but if Nekomaru was saying so as your coach, you knew you could trust his words. Of course, he was your boyfriend too, so you knew he wouldn’t lie to you either way. Not that he would condone lying in other situations, though. You rambled on and on in your head, thinking about Nekomaru and the training that just ensued.

Then you snapped back to attention and watched him down at least half a water bottle, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. The rest of it, he capped and put into his training bag.

Noticing your stare, he met your gaze.

“What’s up? Is something on my face?” he pats his face, appearing concerned.

A smile forms on your lips.

“Nope, not at all. I was just wondering how I got so lucky as to have you as my boyfriend,” you admit innocently.

He’s still for a moment, and although it makes absolutely no logical sense, you fear that he might be mad. And then he leans over and sweeps you into a huge bear hug, guffawing, and you feel his chest shaking with laughter against your own.

“What a wonderful thing to say! I’m just as–no, more lucky to have you with me,” he announces, squeezing you tightly.

Let’s just say that it’s a while before you’re put back down on solid ground.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

You’re sitting in a restaurant, face-to-face with Fuyuhiko, and the two of you have just finished ordering.

“Fuyuhiko, should we get dessert afterward?” you wonder, putting a finger to your chin thoughtfully.

He shrugs, looking apathetic, but you surely know better.

“Up to you. I don’t really care,” he replies, looking away.

You clap your hands together.

“Okay, then dessert it is!”

He sighs, resting his chin in his hand as he leans against the table.

“You’re almost obnoxiously cheerful today. Should I even ask?”

You simply laugh.

“Ah, maybe you’re just in an abnormally bad mood?” you joke.

For a moment, you think you see a faint smile, and then it dissolves into the lines of his face.

“Seriously, though. What’s got you so happy today?” he asks, his gold eyes piercing yours.

You can’t stop yourself from smiling.

“You wanna know? Guess, guess!” you sing, wiggling in your seat a little, to which he lets out a combination of a groan and a sigh.

“Now I’m wondering if I really want to know. Are you going to harp on about it forever to me once I find out?”

You shake your head.

“No, because it’s self-explanatory!”

Now he looks slightly curious, and his chin raises slightly in the palm of his hand.

“Okay, just tell me already, then.”

A silly, toothy smile appears on your face, and your eyes narrow in affection.

“I was just wondering how I got this lucky, to be able to call you my boyfriend.”

Fuyuhiko looks taken aback, more so than you’ve ever seen him. His eyebrows have raised to almost a comical point, and he’s silent for a couple seconds. Then, you hear him answer quietly–so you can barely hear.

“Not as lucky as I am, being able to have you with me.”

But, in classic Fuyuhiko style, he doesn’t repeat those words, and your orders arrive, interrupting your interrogation. It was too bad, but you figured once was already an unexpected gift, as was spending time with him like usual. You really were lucky.

Teruteru Hanamura

You woke up to the sunlight filtering in the cracks of the blinds, and you rolled out of bed, smelling something sweet and savory from the kitchen.

Following the scent, you came to the kitchen to see your boyfriend serving a plate of pancakes and a plate of omelets filled with spinach, cheese, tomatoes, and other delicious toppings.

“Teruteru?” you say. “You made breakfast?”

He turns toward you, putting down the plates and pan, smiling.

“Yup! Come have some before it gets cold.”

You walk over, still slightly sleepy, and plop down in your seat, slouching. Somehow, you manage a spoonful of omelet, and you suddenly feel incredibly energized, straightening up and continuing to finish your serving.

“That was just as good as usual,” you comment. “Although, I think you did something different. Did you change some of the spices again?”

You sniff.

And he confirms your suspicions.

“Mhm! You’re as sharp as usual, s/o.”

You nod proudly. Even if you couldn’t cook like him, at least you had the taste buds to appreciate and discern in cooking.

“I’m lucky to be able to sample all your cooking and various experiments,” you reply happily. “I wouldn’t have half as much to think about when I eat without you, and your influence actually makes me think more inquisitively about all kinds of things–not just cooking.”

He strolls over and places a kiss on your cheek.

“I’m glad you think so,” he smiles, and you can see his genuine joy on his round face. Your boyfriend is pretty cute–when he wants to be, at least, and isn’t trying too hard. He starts eating his portion at the table too, but when he realizes you’ve been staring at him for a while, he stops and looks up at you.

“What’s up? Are you too enchanted by me to look away?” he jokes.

You smile back.

“Kind of. Just wondering how I got so lucky to have you as my boyfriend,” you say as you offer him an appreciative look.

He almost chokes on his food, but downs a glass of water and doesn’t appear to be suffering afterward.

“I did not expect that answer,” he says, looking almost worn-out. But he appears equal parts thankful. “I’m lucky to have you, though, s/o. Never forget that,” he proclaims, blushing slightly and wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Byakuya Twogami (The Ultimate Imposter)

The two of you are walking back to your house, and the sun is setting rapidly, weaving a quilt of warm colors across the sky; orange, pink, and purple are its main colors of choice.

He moves relatively quick but you notice that whenever the two of you are walking together, he tends to slow down for you, which you greatly appreciate. It’s little things like that that always make you realize how considerate he truly is, despite his prideful and aloof demeanor.

You reach out and grab his hand, which is soft and warm, and he looks at you. He’s known you were watching him for a while now but didn’t feel the need to address it until you had acted on it.

“Something the matter?” he asks, pushing his glasses up with the other hand stoically.

You shake your head, smiling contentedly

“Nope. Just thinking about how lucky I am to be able to call you my boyfriend,” you reply, gently squeezing his hand.

He turns his gaze back to the road, and you spot a bit of pink on his plump cheeks as his grip on your hand tightens ever-so-slightly.

“…That’s a nice thought,” he states.

He says nothing more, but you hear what he doesn’t say. He’s just as grateful to have you by his side as you are to have him with you.

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kin-boards · 4 years

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fashion set for a MALE kazuichi souda? i like knit sweaters, thigh highs, and platforms! earrings are ok!! i also love necklaces/chokers, bracelets, and finger less gloves. no crop tops or hats please but headbands r ok! i like cute clothes but grunge is cool too,, tysm in advance!

Sure thing Anon, I’ll get started on this soon

-Mod Josuke (just woke up dont have my icons sfsf)

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dangankinns · 5 years

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Hello, and welcome to this blog!✦

Requests- Closed!

Mod Apps- Closed!

Current mods-

Mod Gonta ( @mostly-stimssssssss ) (Hiatus)

Mod Rantaro ( @heres-wonderwall ) (Hiatus)

Mod Kyoko ( @kyokuro )

Mod Intros...

Mod Kyoko🧤, I may be referred to as Mod Kirumi as well.

They or He pronouns

I also kin Mikan Tsumiki, pregame Miu Iruma, K1-B0, Seiko Kimura, Kirumi Tojo, and an unknown swap, plus two redacted coping DR kins and a bunch of non-Danganronpa kins

What I can do...

Aesthetics, stimboards, pendulums, talent development plan edits, tarot, shufflemancies, userboxes, color palettes, Instagram profiles.

Blacklist

Haiji Towa, Junko/Mikan, anything to do with ladybugs. I have a hard time with relationship aesthetics but I’ll try them most days. Also Korekiyo’s sister.

Heigh Ho And Hello Guys Gals And Nonbinary Pals!

Name's Mod Gonta!~

He/She/They Pronouns

My Danganronpa kins are Kokichi Ouma, Nagito Komaeda, Kazuichi Souda, Junko Enoshima, Usami, Mondo Uwada, Makoto Naegi, Teruteru Hanamura, Shuichi Saihara, Gonta Gokuhara, Miu Iruma, Mikan Tsumiki and Hajime Hinata!

I'm able and willing to do~

Aesthetics

Moodboards

Drawings

Fashion Sets

Headers

Icons

Playlists

Pokemon Teams

Positivity

Recipes

Self Care

Sprite Edits

Stimboards

Wallpapers

Candy

Shufflemacies

Matchups

What I'm unable to do...

Pendulums

Tarot

Hej / Hallo!

I'm Mod Rantaro!

I use HE/THEY pronouns!

i kin KIYOTAKA ISHIMARU, HAJIME HINATA, KAITO MOMOTA, RANTARO AMAMI, LEON KUWATA, GUNDHAM TANAKA, and a male JUNKO ENOSHIMA.

I can do. . .

Aesthetics

Moodboards

Pokemon teams

Recipies

Wallpapers

Candy

Drawings (traditional and digital)

Icons

Positivity

Self care

Headers

What I cant do. . .

Shufflemancies

Tarot

Pendulums

#danganronpa #dangan ronpa #drv1 #drv2 #danganronpa kin #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa aesthetics #danganronpa moodboards #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa goodbye despair #aesthetics #moodboards #rules #blacklist

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reservedstrength · 5 years

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If They Had A Kid...

Name: Ayano Souda

Gender: Male

General appearance: Ayano has a messy hair that starts off dark gray at the top and gradients down to bright pink; He had wild purple eyes and follows a lot of Kazuichi’s fashion choices.

Personality: Ayano can be quite clumsy often stumbling on themselves when excited and accidentally biting themselves with his abnormally shaped teeth (fangs). Ayano, however, can be quite the dolt when it comes to talking with others often saying things that don’t really need to be said or saying them at the wrong time.

Special Talents: He likes working with sound waves and will be constantly be tinkering on ways to make sound through music and voice much more--- crisp sounding. Through his father, he’s been able to test a bunch of mechanics out for special working speakers that allow sound waves travel a greater distance than a normal set of speakers.

Who they like better: He likes both, but probably Kazuichi.

Who they take after more: Vivian.

Personal headcanon: Ayano makes sure to keep track of his tetanus shot every year since he works with a lot of machinery and not only that, but he’s really good at keeping track of his health.

Face Claim:

@technonewkid

#x Ask You'll Receive || Answered Asks #technonewkid #x Ultimate Mechanic || Kazuichi Souda #x Ultimate Friend || Vivian Povlov

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peerless-soshi · 7 years

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A sweetener

Title: A sweetener Fandom: Danganronpa/Super Danganronpa 2 Setting: Post-Future Arc Relationship: Kazuichi Souda & Ibuki Mioda Genre: Silly friendship, silly humor Word count: 5047 Links: AO3, FFN Summary: Kazuichi Souda pretends to be in a good humor but it doesn’t stop Ibuki Mioda from adding sugar to his bitterness. A/N: Written for TereziMakara as a part of GenEx 2017. Inspired partly by their suggestions and partly by Ibuki's Free Time Events, but mostly by one of the Chapter 1 Hidden Events. Have fun!

Kazuichi Souda, in spite of what some people tended to think, liked to set clear goals and always knew what he was aiming for. Perhaps that’s why he has found his greatest passion in disassembling and putting together all different electronic devices. He had never learned it; combining dozens of seemingly unmatched screws, springs and other mysterious, somewhat rusty elements hiding inside of metal skeletons into a complete and harmonious whole was natural and reminded him that life was also shaped like a scheme, so that any bigger problem could be solved by looking at it from the right angle and the right perspective. Souda had remembered about it when his father had thrown in the corner yet another empty beer bottle and cursed his son as well as all those who appeared in his sight. He had clung to this thought, trying to be deaf to teasing of his fashionable classmates or when he had pulled out his notebooks from a stinking public toilet and watched the notes running down his hands together with ink and wet paper, turning into a mush. He had repeated it in his mind like a private litany whenever an empty wallet had reminded him that in the near future it wasn't going to be magically filled with money.

Every detail is a part of a brilliant body. One screw affects the entire machine. Just see things as a whole, not as parts, and everything becomes logical.

Coming back home through the winding streets of a working-class neighborhood, sultry from the summer sun and smelling like diesel oil, Kazuichi Souda had been analyzing how first all cogs and gears appeared to be useless bits of junk. Everything changed after a closer look, matching together right elements and connecting cables, when separate parts started to work and created unity complex in its simplicity. Souda considered his life to be the same - he needed to imagine dreams like one of familiar engines and understand functions of each wire, then combine everything together. That was simple, and Souda knew how to build his own life.

But not everything turned out to be as easy as hair dyeing or sharpening teeth. Now the young mechanic yawned and rubbed his overtired eyes, feeling somnolence mixed with unusual resignation. On a large table decorated with an asymmetrical mosaic of oil and grease stains, where he liked to work, Souda had gathered tools and equipment suitable for repairing, improving, renovating or simply dismantling. All objects were now carelessly strewn around his workspace, left without any logic. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall. One in the morning. He should go to sleep. However, the promise of resting was followed by a feeling which Souda tried to avoid all night long, with better or worse results: what if he wanted to connect the wrong wires?

He cursed softly under his breath and pushed the screwdrivers aside.

So far the list of objects which have fallen victims to his growing frustration was quite long and wide, but that couldn't stop him from expanding it. During a three-hours session of working in the garage adjacent to his new home Souda has managed to take to pieces a dead camera, an alarm clock, a VHS player (originally, he had planned to beef it up a little and turn into a Blu-Ray reader, but the idea got boring in the middle of his job), as well as an electric cooker and a remote control, so old that Souda couldn't tell what was its first purpose. And today nothing helped. Fragments of various devices piled up on his right and left side in shaky stacks, bringing even greater chaos upon the workspace, and Souda's thoughts weren’t more organized.

He yawned again, this time longer, and almost all his sharp teeth were illuminated by the bare bulb hanging over the table, which served as the only source of lighting in the garage. He joined both hands on his neck and leaned back. The chair crackled dangerously under his weight.

When back in school Kazuichi Souda had looked at Sonia Nevermind for the first time, above all he had seen her delicate and warm smile that seemed to posses the magical ability of encouraging anyone who needed it. The princess of the Novoselic kingdom had always walked in the hallway with her head held high and from that height looked at the future - a person coming to the classroom first just to greet each one individually and whisper a good word at the beginning of the day, never avoiding anybody, invariably looking others in the eyes. Her naive faith in a good fortune was so unwavering that in spite of the royal aura, telling an ordinary mortal to throw themselves on their knees, Sonia has never made her friends feel worse. Even Souda became someone. In retrospect, he knew that it was stupid, but as a boy who was more accustomed to criticism than to motivating he had immediately drawn attention to Sonia's forbearance and before he noticed, Souda craved for her recognition more than he could have expected. It didn't take long and every careless "we can do" sounded more like good wishes addressed just to him, and even a simple "let's try" could make Souda rise higher, above his own, still rather modest, dreams.

The high school was simple. For a kid every desire is at their fingertips, so Souda was running around Sonia like a puppy with a curved tail, trying hard to show off with a music box of his own design and get a miserable slice of the princess's favors. The Jabberwock Island helped Souda to deceive himself, too. Out of the former Ultimate Despair only five students survived, a pathetic outcome that stuck down in Souda's throat and made him cry at night like a baby. All the survivors were waiting for their comrades to wake up from the coma caused by the virtual simulation, what resulted in a bond much stronger than in times of sharing a school table or worrying that a person sitting next to you can kill the other day. Souda even let himself think that he and Sonia grew closer. He also decided that when (never if) the others would finally open their eyes, he would behave like a real man and talk to Sonia sincerely. However, life awaiting them after the age of despair didn't conducive to Souda's ambitious plans. Hiding from the patrols searching for Enoshima Junko's supporters, making the ruined tourist resort possible for living and dealing with memories of the demons which once they had been left no room for romance. Later, Souda was repeating. Soon. A bit more. One day for sure.

Believing that another grain of sand in the hourglass of passing time was enough to put things together and make Sonia return those feelings which Souda has been holding since the first day of school became a comfortable habit Souda cultivated, so he could put the truth aside. Because somewhere in his heart he knew, even if he didn't understand yet.

Later Makoto Naegi used the complicated net of his acquaintance and with some help from the Future Foundation, authority of the Togami family and taking advantage of his surname, after the murderous reality-show recognized all over the world, he prepared them a place to return. The Hope Peak's Academy.

'Nobody will look near me, right?' Naegi said, showing them a somewhat embarrassed smile, then added, 'Of course, you have to watch out and try not to stand out, but I think everything should be all right.'

The darkest place is under the candlestick, Souda thought with admiration. Naegi was far more thoughtful than it could be judged after his inconspicuous appearance.

The moment of leaving the Jabberwock Island and returning to the bustling streets of Japan was foundation upon which Souda would have build a whole new life, yet he didn't expect that step to bring so many changes and force him to abandon the illusion of the royal romance. The princess returned with her classmates to the Hope Peak's Academy, but unlike them she didn't bother with choosing her own apartment. Instead, she left together with Tanaka and moved to the house of his choice, which resembled the caricature mix of a Doctor Frankenstein's gothic court furnished by third-class horror filmmakers and a farmhouse. It eventually confirmed the rumors of Sonia and Tanaka having evening strolls along the beach together with their hamsters.

Kazuichi Souda wasn’t about to mourn and promised that he would survive the loss with a steel heart. With pride. Manly. This, however, didn’t exclude self-pity in the comforting privacy of his cluttered garage.

The familiar, metallic weight of a screwdriver lying in his hand was usually reassuring, and focusing on complex meanders hiding inside of electrical devices kept him away from reality. Repairing some exceptionally annoying and stubborn mechanisms could even inspire him to see life decisions in a better light. He missed tinkering so much in the simulation! But now, when everything was fine, he could have this method of soothing nerves in a place that started to hurt after three hours of still sitting on the stool.

'Damn,' he hissed quietly because no creative riposte came to his mind. He pulled the hat over his ears, trying to cover his eyes as well.

Damn it!

At 1 am. - after three hours of working, two coffees and one beer - hitting his head against the wall looked like the best possible idea. The screws, scattered everywhere, hopped up as Souda's forehead experienced a close meeting with the table surface. He sighed. Since he was in such a stupid position, he might as well rest his eyes. He was too tired.

***

Souda was dreaming about a rock band of four mechanics who played Avril Lavigne's songs on drills and pneumatic hammers. Being still wrapped in sleep’s sweet embrace, he thought that such musical experiments were quite interesting and if the untypical band would ever release a CD, he could come over for an autograph. Then Souda felt the harsh touch of the table on his cheek and the choking smell left by the metal saw, but the rumble didn't stop. No, it wasn't a dream, Souda realized, leaping up quickly. He needed another moment to know that his imaginary musicians weren't playing a cover of Grilfriend, but rather someone was knocking on the garage door with enormous enthusiasm.

'Kazuichi-chan? Kaaa-zuuu-ichi-chan!!!'

'I'm going, I'm going!' Souda answered, walking in the opposite direction. No... he was in the garage, not at home. Another door.

He had to be very sleepy if he didn't immediately recognize the ringing voice that managed to pierce through the fairly soundproof garage walls.

Souda grabbed the pilot and before the automatic door reached the top, he saw a silhouette that couldn't be mistaken with anyone even among the darkness of the night. Ibuki the working woman Mioda looked just like in the high school, what meant combining elements of the dress code with her own flashy style. Today she was wearing a woman's dress suit and a white blouse, enriched by the boots with spikes and striped knee socks. The chain necklace was swaying on her neck and the earrings ringed in her ears. At least the shoes color matched the skirt, Souda thought. Ibuki was still combing her hair in a "lightning struck the cornfield" way, though now she gave up the lacquered horns in favor of a three-colored braid.

'Kazuichi-chan,' Ibuki drawled, glancing at him from under the black lashes, 'Ibuki called you and called, the door bell almost burned, and you didn't answer. You bailed on me?'

Souda was glad that Ibuki has abandoned her earlier habit of breaking the lock whenever the other person didn't open at once, but the new method of pressing the doorbell until the nearest neighbor didn't call the police wasn't much better for her friends. The mechanic blinked, trying to shed last signs of sleep settling on his eyelids.

'I've dozed in the garage, all right? I didn't hear you...'

'Cool! You know, Kazuichi-chan, it's like a secret base or something. A lab, with super-mega-long-range weapons!'

'Stop being so loud, neighbors are sleeping!'

And as if a special switch responsible for making connections clicked, Souda thought about something that should be obvious from the beginning. He looked at Ibuki, then at the dark streets with a single blinking lamp and the sky, covered with the stars much less visible than from the Jabberwock beach.

'Mioda,' he began slowly, 'what time is it?'

Ibuki didn't reply immediately. Instead, she put her index fingers to the temples and closed her eyes with a meditative expression.

'When Ibuki left the house, it was 2.15 am. Ibuki is sure because the night rock broadcast just ended. Ibuki ran really fast, but stopped in the park and on the playground...'

'You're crazy! It's the middle of the night!'

'That's it!' Ibuki prattled, "It's late and twinkle-twinkle-little-star, all services go to sleep! Ibuki played the guitar when something cracked and BUM!" Ibuki waved her hands so Souda stepped back to avoid a possible blow.

'Whaaat?'

'Amplifiers don’t work.'

She moved and pointed to something. Souda had to strain his eyes to see what the girl was trying to show him in the murky shade of the bulb. It was only now that he noticed a brown bag lying next to her leg. Looking at its impressive size, it could hide a medium animal and a supply of its food.

The reason why Ibuki Mioda woke him up around three o'clock at night became clear.

'It's not an excuse!' Souda shouted in response, probably being as loud as the girl standing in front of him, 'You've brought the speakers!? Couldn't you wait till the morning!?'

'The amplifiers,’ Ibuki corrected him, ‘besides, night playing is the coolest! Try with me and Hajime-chan. It’s so quiet, calm, Ibuki hears every beat!'

‘Hinata plays with you... No, never mind! Do you have to play at night?'

Ibuki nodded cheerfully and not waiting for an invitation, pushed Souda off and pulled the bag behind.

Souda's neighbors would probably hate him tonight, but at least this sacrifice could provide Ibuki's new neighbors one night of peace.

'Wait. Come to my home,' Souda said, taking a toolbox.

***

Souda worked in the garage so often that his workspace resembled a house much more than the place where he theoretically lived. However, even a mechanic who much rather wore a working suit than a shirt didn't greet a guest in a cluttered cubicle, so dirty that one could write on dust. Souda had changed the garage into the scenery after the detonation of a nuclear bomb, he would have to clean up anyway. Inviting Ibuki to his proper home seemed to be just right.

'Thank you!' Ibuki shouted and before Souda reacted, embraced him. Souda almost stumbled.

'Okay, okay,' he said, fixing his goggles, 'It's not a big deal.'

Checking the old amplifiers was truly nothing for Kazuichi Souda, but Ibuki was too delighted that he helped her to refuse now. He was soft.

Ibuki insisted on testing the electric guitar amplifiers by plugging them to the CD player and turning the music on. Taking into account the impact power of the said amplifiers, it was a very bad idea. Souda tried to talk some sense into Ibuki but the girl was chattering like a hurdy-gurdy and before Souda blinked, with sweat on his forehead he was watching Ibuki connecting the cords. When she pressed the START button, he took a deep breath. One, two... nothing happened. Souda opened his eyes. To his unspeakable relief, the amplifiers proved to be really broken and the speakers played only honey silence.

'Listen to me, Mioda. Find something to do and I'll try to fix them as soon as possible.'

'Roger!' Ibuki replied, saluting.

The girl turned around on her heel and left the room. Seeing her back disappearing in the corridor, Souda felt a light twitch. It was unexpected yet there was excitement slowly growing inside of him. Taking apart things he found in his house and whose internal scheme he could sketch from memory wasn't a big challenge for the Ultimate Mechanic. Now, with enthusiastic Ibuki looking at him working as carefully as if she managed to sneaked into the magic show and making cheerful sighs, Souda was motivated to prove that he hadn't won the title on vacation.

‘Yush, here we go!’

It reminded him of times when he had been helping the old man with his shop and repaired bicycles entrusted to him by the local poor kids. Someone needed his talent, someone counted on him.

Souda smiled. Getting up early wasn't so bad.

***

A very simple statement could fully describe Ibuki Mioda: she was like a spinning top and something as simple as staying in one place for too long turned out to be a great feat for her.

When she came back to the room, first Ibuki crossed the legs on the floor and every now and then distracted Souda, asking a bunch of questions sometimes related to his repairs, sometimes not. All the time she was tapping on the floor panels and fidgeting. Around four o'clock the girl moved to the couch and now was kicking the air while lying on her back, muttering something silently or humming like a bored child waiting for a doctor's appointment. Souda tried to ignore it, but the impenetrable singing didn't help in working with small elements.

'Mioda, you're annoying,' he hissed.

'I'm hungry. It's breaking my stomach!'

'The kitchen is over there, if you're starving then get up and make something for us both,' he answered, and without looking away from the cables pointed to the door.

Ibuki stopped; she froze in a candle-like position, then abruptly straightened up. Souda shuddered, almost dropping the wrench he just picked up.

'What?'

She looked at him with eyes wide open, and the light of the desk lamp which Souda had put beside on the ground to see the insides of the amplifiers better reflected in her black pupils. Involuntarily, he gulped louder than intended. It was just an innocent joke, now Souda was worried. Did it offend her?

'Really?'

'Eeee...' Souda just blurted, 'That kitchen is out there? Yes? Yes!'

'YOOOO-HUUU!'

A dog from a nearby garden started to bark to the sound of a high-pitched scream, sang through the diaphragm.

Ibuki slipped on the floorboard through the labyrinth of screwdrivers and screws, leaving behind a bright streak.

'Watch out!'

'Ibuki loves to cook!!! It's totally the best...' Ibuki shouted and added in a conspiratorial whisper, 'wait till you try my cookies! Even their design is mine.'

She winked at him with a smile.

'Seriously?'

Souda wanted to hide his surprise but nonetheless raised his eyebrows; the tattooed musician with colorful hair didn't look like a person passionate about cooking. On the other hand, she often sat in the canteen, eating cookies and drinking tea. He just assumed she was taking cookies from the supermarket or swindled them from Hanamura. Now he learned she could bake herself…

Well, she also sewed her clothes and made her hair. Maybe baking wasn’t that surprising.

***

Letting Ibuki to temporarily become the ruler of the kitchen country was a far better idea than Souda expected. Even ordinary amplifiers required minimum concentration and that was difficult with Ibuki playing alongside. Now complete silence covered the house like a featherbed. Souda couldn't believe that a phenomenon as abstract as quiet Ibuki was indeed possible, and yet the girl only tapped with plates, creaked with the kitchen cabinets or clanged with cutlery. The loudest sound coming from behind the closed door was buzzing of the mixer.

'Kazuichi-chan, if Ibuki sets the oven, will it explode?'

'You can use it, don’t you worry. I haven’t tweaked it yet. Yet.'

'Okkiii~'

He snorted and put down the pliers. Listening to Ibuki bustling gaily made Souda realize how much he missed it. On the Jabberwock Island each member had their own cottage and gaining a brief moment of privacy was rather simple, but the sixteen students still shared their daily lives. Together they had been eating and drinking, planning and building, comforting each other and playing together when their whole world was limited to the abandoned island. Opening the window had been enough to come across a friend. Now the ordinary life separated them, and loneliness weighed a lot more than Souda was ready to admit. Singing Ibuki filled the empty corners of his home with new air.

Kazuichi Souda discovered also something new, even though earlier he had been living with Ibuki Mioda for months - their musician had a beautiful voice. Considering the talent which allowed her to enter the Hope Peak's Academy, his observation was fairy stupid and once again Souda played a top fool, but so far he wasn't even sure how Ibuki really sang like.

Really was a key word here; their singer was known form rather odd musical taste and arrangements of songs resembling sounds of an angry road roller, so listening to her performances required strength and exceptionally healthy ears. Now, without a microphone, amplifiers, her electric guitar and strange lyrics, Ibuki sounded quite different.

She probably chose a song from when she had played in a girls band, or maybe even older. In contrast to what she liked the most, now Ibuki's singing had a soft and pleasant rhythm of a fluttering butterfly. It was similar to melodies played by music boxes or lullabies Souda remembered from his childhood - Ibuki was jumping between the lower and upper tones with grace of a dancer, wrapping the song in sleepy softness, and at one point carried a note so high and so clear that Souda whistled with admiration. For the first time he truly appreciated being able to listen to her.

He stood up and headed to the kitchen. On the threshold Souda hesitated; maybe Ibuki didn't know the door was thin and he could hear her? Would she feel ashamed?

Whatever. It was his home. Besides, it was hard to believe that from all the things, singing could intimidate Ibuki.

Souda was stepping into the room with an optimistic attitude that wandered off in a moment. His heart stopped as he needed few seconds to analyze the image which appeared before his eyes and compare it with the memory of the kitchen he held in his mind. The difference was overwhelming. Ibuki Mioda changed everything around her into a real battlefield; the whole piles of dirty dishes, looking rather like leftovers after a big wedding than a meal for two, piled up in the sink and on the table. The raw dough was splattered all over his once clean walls and was still dripping from the mixer, getting the cabinets dirty and creating a small puddle on the floor. Ibuki left the ingredients - opened milk, flour, eggshells - scattered on every free piece of space. Throughout the mess was standing the culprit, removing something from the oven. She took off her jacket and tied it around her waist like an apron.

'What's going on here?' Souda blurted, 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MIODA?!'

'Oh, Kazuichi-chan! Just in time.' Ibuki clapped her hands, almost dropping the hot oven plate on her feet. She didn't seem to be particularly affected by Souda's anger.

'Wait, wait. What did you do to my kitchen?'

Ibuki shrugged.

'Come on, it's gonna be cleaned up!'

'It?'

'We're gonna...'

'Why WE?'

Souda didn't receive the answer because Ibuki jumped up to him in three steps, stood on her toes and put the plate filled with cookies just under his nose. They smelled nice, like sweets and cinnamon, but Souda pushed the plate aside. He tried to catch Ibuki’s gaze.

'Do you understand how long it’s gonna take before we tidy it all?'

'Kazuichi-chan is a bore-to-the-core.' Ibuki pouted and tilted her head lightly. 'At least try the Ibu-cake. Ibuki always wanted to bake it.'

'Listen to me, girl! What's so special about those cookies, anyway?'

He shouldn't ask. If he has already sharpened his teeth, at least he could use them in a practical way and learn how to bite his tongue at the right moment. As soon as the words left Souda's mouth, he understood what Ibuki was referring to. The cookies themselves seemed to be simple pastries, the important detail was their... specific shape. A very specific shape.

'Mioda, it can't be...'

Souda didn't keep in the kitchen any baking accessories, so Ibuki had to form the cookies herself or used a simple glass, yet she managed to create almost perfectly round shape. Each plump bun was connected with another, creating a pair. In the middle Ibuki painted frosted circles, and inside each placed one pink decorative candy. Everything was stacked on the plate like a pyramid.

He opened his mouth wider.

'Ibuki always dreamed about baking cookies in the shape of her boobs!'

Souda felt a nasty, wide, neon pink blush from his cheeks reaching for the neck.

'I won't eat it!' he exclaimed, stepping back.

'Let's see ~'

Souda and Ibuki must have looked like characters from a bad sitcom broadcast on an old comedy channel; he was running, awkwardly balancing between the bowls left here and there and avoiding the sharp table edges, while Ibuki was at his heels, holding one of the cookies in her hand. Hinata once mentioned that jogging with Mioda felt like pulling the lungs out of the chest, but back then Souda had been stupid and hadn't believed. Now he was forced to agree with Hinata. For a moment Souda managed to keep a distance, then Ibuki caught his hand and before he knew, put a small piece of the cookie in his mouth.

'It's good, right?'

'No! Yes! I mean... now I feel stupid!' Souda screamed, as red as hair of a tanned model from the hair dye package.

Ibuki tried to feed him with another one, however Souda dodged and found himself on the table. Suddenly, the ground shook. He lost his balance and although he reached out dramatically, Souda landed on the floor. Ibuki, who was almost able to stop, stumbled and fell on him, screaming. He also screamed, though rather because of Mioda knocking him with her knee. The bowl standing on the table, still dirty with flour, fell on her, then hit Souda in the head.

'Aaah...' Souda groaned, 'See? Are you OK?'

The thought that next appeared in his mind was fast but also very simple and clear: oh fuck.

Ibuki moved up and rubbed her stomach, wincing. Souda was about to say that he should be the one to complain, but fell silent and blinked with surprise. In the eyes of the girl who just now was full of fresh energy flashed tears. He wanted to believe that it was an optical illusion, but his hopes were short-lived like a soap-bubble. Tears are tears, no matter how you look at them.

'Listen, I'm sorry...'

During the moment of tension Souda was coming up with all possible excuses. Then Ibuki burst out laughing. She laughed and laughed, wiping tears from her cheeks and barely catching air, and the singing sounds of her giggle filled the kitchen, then moved on, getting to the living room, echoing in his bedroom, resounding in the garden. The walls trembled, swollen from her gaiety, and the air vibrated, trying to keep up with the notes of laughter. It was contagious. Watching her, Souda couldn't help himself and smiled, then snorted, and laughed; they were both lying on their backs, rolling and barely breathing.

Calming down a little, Ibuki lifted on her elbows and looked at him.

'See, Kazuichi-chan? You finally smiled.'

'What?' Souda answered with a question.

'Since Sonia-chan moved to Gundham-chan, Kazuichi-chan was acting off like a zombie!' Ibuki knelt and put the tongue out to illustrate her words. 'Now you're finally laughing! Ibuki is happy!'

And she was, Souda noticed this sincerity. Ibuki’s eyes sparkled as if they were on fire, lips stretched in a smile even brighter than before.

There were many things that waited to be said, so Souda hid under his hat again. Could it be the real reason? Ibuki Mioda was a strange girl – eccentric and loud, holding the heart in her hand yet still hiding it, easy to read and incomprehensible. She showed herself but saw only others and more than ever Souda knew that she lived for anyone but her own feelings.

Coming to his house like a torpedo in the middle of the night, admiring his work, singing, even baking those silly cookies! All for that, all for him?

'You know, Kazuichi-chan…' Ibuki sighed. Just a moment ago gleeful, now showed unexpected seriousness. 'Ibuki doesn't like difficult things, but... when Ibuki left the band, she felt a little lonely.'

Souda was so used to Ibuki being with them that sometimes he could forget how she was kicked out from her first band. It made him a little ashamed.

She looked up. 'Playing alone... is sad. And boring. But Ibuki has found you, guys, and knows that even while planning the solo career, Ibuki doesn't play alone. We will be with you, Kazuichi-chan. It's empty at first but you're never alone. Even if no one is around now, there is always someone, somewhere. This is what Ibuki believes in. So don’t give up. There is too much to achieve.'

'I...' Souda started and the words hung in the air. He planned to say something big but the right sentences were too far away from him.

Then he realized something. It was a small thing, almost invisible, but… Since Ibuki came to him, Souda wasn't thinking about Sonia. Till now he was troubling himself with assumptions, and imaginations, and possibilities. Three hours have passed and for the first time he was doing his job without reflecting on what the princess could be thinking.

Thank you, he wanted to say.

'I forgot to say, but you sing nicely, Mioda,' he said.

Ibuki smiled.

'Kazuichi-chan wants a karaoke competition?'

'Why not?'

Neighbors would hate him anyway. He might as well enjoy himself.

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