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And the vase shattered and the flowers spilled out, and the petals soaked in the water as I soaked you in, love.
#danganronpa#sdr2#junko enoshima#mahiru koizumi#enozumi#mahijunko#junko x mahiru#super danganronpa 2#midnight draws#Midnight is this supposed to be unhealthy-YES. its always unhealthy if im drawing junko ship#me drawing them holding hands like Hm this needs to be more fucked up somehow. Ah of course (adds the broken vase)#mahiru and her million fucked up girlfriends#i could write ANOTHER essay about these two and the Sato and Junko parallels that exist only in my head. i am holding back out of kindness#anyway. sometimes gay relationships can be bad too. (draws more art of them looking Normal)#continuing my goal of writing all my class 77 junko ships. cause theres a LOT
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Trope (3): “Maya.”
A/N: Coffee Shop Trope? Back with a MYKR. Sorry about two sisters. I got stuck and busy so... the shorter little stories are easier to release. might get it up this week. Hopefully.
Enjoy?
~Shintori Khazumi
Today was the day she'd finally beat her at her little game. Today she'd get her order down pat. She wouldn't mess it up, she would serve it to her as perfectly as possible. She'd go hang herself if that infuriating woman told her she got even the tiniest thing wrong. Really, what was it with her shameless insistence that it had to match her taste perfectly!
Hell, Claudine knew she'd gotten the blend perfectly last time! That evil woman simply told her that she 'thought the temperature wasn't quite right'.
FUCK that.
Really, just thinking of all her interactions with the woman made Claudine fume.
And yet...
The moments after that brought about a flutter in her chest, remembering how the insufferable woman would go sit at her usual table, right by the window at the far end of Claudine's shop. The five-PM sun's rays would hit her perfectly sculpted face at just the right angle, soft and golden, giving her the most ethereal glow.
It both annoyed and awed Claudine that she could look so amazing. The picture-perfect image of a successful working woman, probably a big-time executive who had aesthetic hobbies and interests that people would like and share off of instagram or the tube. She was sure she had hundreds of thousands- if not millions of followers. Yes, Claudine would admit that she was just that gorgeous.
And maybe... she'd admit that she'd grown on her too.
Just a little.
A little.
A tiny bit. Like an unnoticeable-
"Waiting on your crush, boss?"
Claudine choked on air.
"SHE-SHE, I- I DON'T HAVE.... CRUSH? WHAT CRUSH? FUTABA I-"
"Christ, calm your tits. My gosh." Kaoruko snorted, from a nearby table.
"Screw off." Claudine barked. Just why did Kaoruko have to spend all her free time ogling Futaba in her shop? Couldn't they do their disgusting flirting elsewhere?
"Hey! I pay you good money for my time here!" The corporate owner frowned, making a show of her statement by getting up from her seat and sticking a few bills in Claudine's vest pocket near her chest.
"I'm not some stripper, Kaoruko."
"I ne'er said a thing, love."
Claudine sighed, turning around to brew herself a cup of her own favorite blend.
The universe must hate her to give her such difficult friends, and one insufferable c-c-... attractive acquaintance.
The front door bell rang and Claudine almost gave herself whiplash as her eyes unknowingly sparkled-
...then dulled at the sight of only Nana.
"Wow, that hurts, Kuro-chan." She laughed. "I'm here for the tomorrow's prep."
Nana was the baker of Claudine's little cafe, but she was also still studying to be the director of her dreams. This had been a little thing on the side she'd done to earn that bit of extra tuition support.
She came in in the late hours of the afternoon to prepare goods that Claudine could simply stick in the oven the next day. And some special closing treats that some customers would wait for.
They called it the cafe’s ‘sweet hours’.
Claudine had wanted to sign Nana a full contract deal; she wanted to get any employee one, but she knew she wasn't big enough of a business to attract workers besides her good friends yet. It had barely been a month or two, with the regular customers coming in, but Claudine knew it wasn't enough to support full-time workers yet.
Why Futaba worked for her when Kaoruko just about paid her for merely living with her was a mystery she could not fathom. Claudine wouldn't complain though. She was thankful for the help.
The bell rung once more, and again Claudine turned to it with her usual smile of welcome, though with a little extra excitement-
"You look happy to see me... or not." Junna pushed her glasses up her nose. "You forgot your special apron, Nana." Junna called, holding the cloth up for her girlfriend to see.
"Thank youuuu!!!" Nana came bounding towards her, planting a kiss on her cheek and leaving a blushing Junna in the middle of the shop as she entered the kitchen.
"Whipped." Kaoruko snickered, high-fiving Claudine.
"I will make sure even less people come to your shop."
"I didn’t even say a thing, demon!"
And the bell rang a third time, and Claudine knew not to get her hopes up.
"At the very least, greet your customers. How are you supposed to attract more people with that cold attitude?" Hikari stated, ushering an excited Karen into the shop, Mahiru trailing behind them as graceful as always.
"Hiya, Kuro-chan! We're all here, huh? How fun!"
Claudine couldn't help but smile. Her friends' presence was something she always found comforting, and they helped her get through tough patches a lot of the time. She was forever grateful.
"Slow day today?" Mahiru sat by the bar, placing her purse next to her. Claudine sighed, nodding as she turned around to make Mahiru's favorite. She'd memorized everyone's usuals by now, having had her friends as her practice customers while she studied to be a barista a few years back.
"No surprise." Claudine replied, serving up the cup.
"You'll find your rhythm soon." Mahiru encouraged. "I love the way you make your drinks. I'm sure the others would agree. Everyone just hasn't found you yet, is all."
Claudine smiled. "Hope I get found soon then, huh?"
"Wishing for the best."
“Merci."
She really hoped so. She didn’t want her dream to just go under that quickly after it had just become a reality.
And this time, as she was lost in her thoughts, Claudine didn't register the bell, nor the clack of high heels and the scent of gentle sophistication as a perfume. So she was surprised when she turned around with Hikari and Karen's drinks in hand, successfully dropping it on the floor, spilling its contents for Futaba to grumpily clean up. It was her. She was here. She-
Stupefied as she was by her goddess-like presence, in a split second, her mind reminded her of the little competition she'd struggled weeks now for. As the woman's lips parted to say her first words, so did Claudine's.
""Venti, half-whole milk, one quarter one percent, one quarter non-fat, extra hot, split quad shots one-and-a-half shots decaf, two-and-a-half shots regular), no foam latte, with whip, two packets of splenda, one sugar in the raw, a touch of vanilla syrup and three short sprinkles of cinnamon.""
They’d chanted it like a practiced spell, perfectly in unison, and that feat in itself made Claudine feel so good.
"!!"
"With a baumkuchen on the side, right?" Claudine grinned, finally tasting that oh-so-sweet victory that came in the form of the woman's shocked face. Finally, she'd broken her cool and caught her off-guard, body moving automatically to prepare the drink with insane efficiency and practiced perfection.
Slipping the order across the counter, Claudine offered her most charming smile.
"Now! Tell me it's perfect so I can finally... finally know your name." This was it. The thing that had Claudine stumped for weeks on end, perplexed, and curious about. Ever since this woman refused to give her even an alias to be able to mark the order, long ago on that one busy day. Claudine had to constantly watch and think about the woman in order to get her drink to her right. "I've told you I need it to keep track of orders, you irritable-"
Soft and sweet, a little sticky with lipstick.
Claudine's hand touched her warmed lips, some drink stains and a few crumbs there as well. Everyone in the room was quietly watching on, shocked (Well, Hikari had a hand over Karen's mouth to keep her from screaming in delight).
"Maya."
The woman tried to sound sultry- before she noticed the crumbs... and the stains... and her lipstick on Claudine.
"Oh dear me! I- I apologize, I... I didn't mean for that to- I-" Frantically, she dug through her purse, fishing out some wipes and dabbed at a stunned Claudine's mouth, her eyes tracing over every feature of the panicked woman in front of her, focused yet in a daze. "I- I was trying to... um... I'm really sorry-"
"Maya. It's a lovely name."
As lovely as you.
#mayakuro#fanfic#starira#revue starlight#shoujo kageki revue starlight#trope#saijou claudine#tendou maya#all the girls#nana and junna on the side#and the rest of the pairings actually
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Can you please do a scenario where Chiaki, Mahiru, mikan and saionji confort their S/O after they loose their title as an ultimate for someone else and now they are bullied on the reserve course for it?
How terrible! I hope their s/o is okay!
~Mod Hiyoko
Chiaki Nanami
Chiaki had a feeling something was wrong once the two of you sat down to play your favorite video game. You were quieter than usual, and a little spacey. Chiaki paused the game and set down her controller.
“S/O? Is something wrong?” She moved closer to you and rested her head on your shoulder. “You seem…off today.”
You could feel the tears beginning to form in your eyes, so you looked the other way. “It-It’s nothing, really. I just…screwed up really badly this time.”
Chiaki looked up at you with concern in her eyes. “What do you mean ‘screwed up’?”
You explained to her that you messed up your practical exam, and consequently had your Ultimate title given to someone else. You had been treated very poorly in the reserve course as well. You’d find abusive notes in your locker, and were constantly framed for things you didn’t do. Recalling the events had made you even more emotional than when you first found out, and in a matter of moments after pouring your heart out, you and Chiaki were wrapped in each others arms as you bawled your eyes out.
“S/O… I’m so sorry.” Chiaki whispered. “I wish I was with you at the time.” She pulled away just so she could look you in the eyes. “I know you might not want to hear this right now, but I have to be truthful with you. S/O, talent doesn’t define who you are as a person. You could be the best (talent) or the worst (talent), but that doesn’t make you any less of a person.” Chiaki smiled, and gently wiped away your tears with her thumbs. “Besides, I know better than anyone that no one can replace you as Ultimate (Talent). They’ll come to realize that, I promise.”
Chiaki always knew how to cheer you up. You laughed softly and pulled her back in the embrace. “Thanks Chiaki. I’m glad I can always count on you.”
Mahiru Koizumi
The way Mahiru found out about your Ultimate title being retracted was definitely not the way you had intended. The redhead was on her way to the cherry blossom tree where the two of you always ate lunch together when she saw a group of reserve course students out of the corner of her eye. They had formed a circle around someone, and seemed to be spewing insults at said person. Mahiru pursed her lips and sat down your lunches. She normally stayed out of conflict unless she or one of her friends was involved, but this appeared to be quite the argument, so she decided to investigate.
Walking over to the group, she pushed the other students out of her way. “Hey, what’s going on-” She gasped when she saw the scene before her.
You were lying on the ground; a burly girl with an ugly face standing above you with hatred in her eyes.
“You useless twit.” She spat. “You Ultimates are supposed to be our hope, and here you are throwing all that away.” She placed her foot atop of your head and pressed down, making you wince. “You’re not as high and mighty as you think. If it were up to me, all Ultimates would be-”
“Stop!”
Mahiru grabbed the girl by the arm and yanked her away. “For God’s sake, leave her alone!” Mahiru helped you to your feet while the group departed with annoyed grunts.
“Are you okay?” She noticed your uniform was different. “Why were you with them?”
Doing your best to stay calm, you explained your situation to Mahiru who had her arm around you the entire time.
“S/O, that’s awful…”
“It’s not that big of a deal.” You said, trying to avoid her gaze.
“Yes it is!” Mahiru insisted. “This is unfair and unjust, and I’m going to make sure the headmaster hears about this.” She sighed quietly and took your hand. “But…for now, I just want you to be okay. I made us lunch.”
You smiled and hugged Mahiru tightly. “What would I ever do without you?”
Mikan Tsumiki
It started out with Mikan comforting you. After you came home sobbing, Mikan rushed over to you while asking a million questions.
“Are you hurt?!”
“What happened?!”
“Can I do anything?!”
After you told your girlfriend what had happened, Mikan burst into tears. “But that’s not fair! You’re a better (Talent) than th-them…”
Now you were both on the couch, with you running your fingers through her hair. You were tied between Mikan’s reaction upsetting you more, and finding it sweet how hard she took it. “Shh… It’s okay Mikan, I’m okay. Honest.” You kissed the top of her forehead in an attempt to calm her down.
“B-But S/O, you said that the other students were picking on you.” She pointed to the bruise on your arm. “I don’t want you to go through what I did!”
You looked down at the bruise and winced. A group of students were throwing rocks at you and calling you “talentless scum.” Like they had any room to talk… “I won’t Mikan, I promise.” You said. “I just have to try harder. I’ll get my title back eventually.”
Mikan took a shaky breath and sat up. “You’re right. I’m sorry I overreacted S/O. Can I make you some tea? Chamomile is good for settling nerves.”
Later, you and Mikan took a walk through the neighborhood while sipping tea from your mugs. Now that Mikan had calmed down, she was determined to cheer you up in any way that she could.
Hiyoko Saionji
“They did what?!”
Hiyoko was beyond pissed. No one could claim the title of Ultimate (Talent) but her S/O.
“How fucking stupid can they be? YOU’RE the Ultimate (Talent), not that pathetic wannabe!”
You sniffled, wiping away the tears from your face. “It’s not just that. Now that I’m stuck in the reserve course, people have been making fun of me and saying that I didn’t deserve my Ultimate title in the first place.”
Hiyoko, being the hypocrite she was, jumped to her feet. “Give me the names of each person who even looked at you wrong. I’ll make sure they get payback for bullying you!”
You shook your head. “No Hiyoko, it’s okay. I’ll just…I’ll get used to it. Besides, if I have you, I’m happy. Just seeing how much you care about me is enough.”
Your comment made Hiyoko blush a little, but she still looked angry from the whole ordeal. “W-Well, if you don’t want me to tie their arms behind their heads and toss them into the fountain, can we at least go see a movie? I don’t want you to have to think about this anymore.”
You nodded, a small smile on your face. “Yeah, sure. Thanks Hiyoko.”
Taking each other’s hands, you left the school and headed into town. Sure, Hiyoko wouldn’t be hog-tying any of the students, but she was going to make sure that you got your title back, no matter what.
#yourdanganronpaneedshere#yourdanganronpaneeds#danganronpa#danganronpa imagines#mod hiyoko#chiaki namani#mahiru koizumi#mikan tsumiki#hiyoko saionji
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