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purple8cat · 7 months

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So if you've seen Niki's relationship chart that came out earlier this month (I think, might've been earlier??) you would've seen that most of his relationships only have one arrow. The only ones that don't are his relationships with the rest of Crazy:B, Mayoi, and Nazuna. But Tetora, Ritsu, Ibara, Midori and Adonis all only have one. And I think it's because Niki isn't very good at making friends, or at least making close ones because of his upbringing. I have three main reasons for this.

One is that Niki's parents left him to his own devices at a young age, either at fourteen or before that. It's not clear yet how often Niki's parents visit, but either way the kid was still left alone. It's also not clear on what Niki's relationship with his parents is, but I do think there the root of his self-esteem issues, or at least when it comes to him believing he's a burden to others. This is based off of something that fourteen-year-old Niki thinks in Hot Limit (in the monologue episodes) : "I don't want to be a burden like my dad was". I really wanna emphasize the "my dad was" part. This implies that his dad has either done something or said something that I think made Niki think this and that he internalized and projected onto himself. I would even say he's been doing it for a long time since Niki's self-esteem issues are so ingrained into his brain.

Another major reason I think Niki isn't very good at forming close bonds is that I don't think he had many friends in middle school. In the monologue episodes in Hot Limit, when Niki talks to Rinne for the first time, he says that other kids had called him weird because of how much he talks about food and cooking. He says it didn't bother him in primary school, but did in middle school, which means that it's been happening for a long time. Now I'm not saying Niki didn't have any friends, he does say he has some, but I don't think it's that many and because of him keeping everything to himself I doubt he was that close to them. Not to mention he probably spent a lot of time looking for food so he didn't starve to death because of his condition. Niki also didn't go to high school, which took away a lot of chances for Niki to make friends or practice social skills.

One last reason is because of his dad's scandal. Niki's dad was (presumably) accused of being a cannibal, and when one person is seen as bad the rest of the family tends to be seen that way as well. It's clear this has effected Niki, as another thing he says to Rinne when he first meets him is that for a little while him and his family couldn't eat because they couldn't pay for food after his dad lost his cooking show. But it's especially effected him socially because at the end of Hot Limit, when he's joining the cooking competition, he wears a mask and calls himself "Cinnamon's representative" because he's afraid to be recognized as a Shiina. He even says that everyone's probably forgotten about his dad already, but he's so used to hiding who his dad is that he really doesn't know how to stop. So even if no one recognizes him, he's still afraid they will.

Or I'm just overanalyzing Niki's chart because he's my favorite character.

TL;DR : I think the reason Niki's relationship chart doesn't have much on it is because he doesn't know how to make friends due to his upbringing. Including his parents leaving the country, his classmates thinking he's weird, and the rumors revolving around his dad.

#Can you tell I really like this silly food guy #This has just been shimmering in my brain for the past month #ensemble stars #enstars #niki shiina #Niki Shiina the only character ever #purple8cat

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sleepingcup · 2 years

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My Experimental Partner

Parings: Sou Hiyori (Midori) x GN! Reader

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Content Warning: mentions of death, bloody, spicy warning, stalking, spoilers for the game 3 a and b. You have been warned in advanced.

(I don’t own the picture)

Before the incident of the death game, you were in high school studying about programming, machinery, and more. Working secretly with the Asunaro company, you were going to be tasked to continue with your doll making project.

However, what you noticed is that green hair boy with a red scarf was staring at you in the distance. From what you can tell, he was interested into you since he noticed that you are different from the rest of the students. Cause of that he seems to be stalking you from a distance.

But you still do your mission. Even if it's disturbing.

Arriving at the company in secret, you are creating the possibility of making a doll. A doll that contains AI functions and how to transfer consciousness to a chip. A challenging progress to be sure, since it also contains the memory chip to either be full and the doll to be in its charging form without using the wires.

But with some help of the co-workers that possibility increased and it helps you to complete your research, but the next step to test out the possibilities is....

Find a suitable partner for the job.

That left you hanging but your boss and your co-workers allowed you to take a break and find a suitable partner since they noticed that you are running blanks. You merely want to brush off how you are feeling but they won’t like it, so you had no other choice but to accept it.

You did have a relaxing 1 week vacation thanks to them giving you more money, but finding a suitable partner isn’t easy to find.

Sure there is that one green hair boy who is stalking you almost everyday which you clearly don't care, but you aren’t sure if he actually okay with it. Plus he does have his family there which it could be a ba-!!

“Hello there!”

“!!!!”

And then you saw him, standing in front of you.

“It’s strange to see you outside of the club. I was wondering where have you been!” He said but his expression remains the same, just a simple smile but an unusual standing position. Which you can tell that he looks perfect for the job.

“...”

You are surprised but at the same time, would it be an opportunity?

“Right I almost forgot my manners, I am Sou Hiyori! How about you?”

“(y/n) (l/n).”

For a guy, he seems to be clingy. “Haha, nice to meet you (y/n).” He did spend his time talking to you. However, he was silent for a while once you finished listening to him, but it seems that he doesn’t know what else to say. So it is your turn to say something.

“May I ask you for something?”

That made him happy when you spoke up.

“Is it a date?”

“No.”

“I was kidding!”

But you knew what to say since now it is an opportunity to make him your suitable partner, even if it means separating him from his family.

“A trade actually. Something that you might like.”

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Ever since you gave him the offer, he immediately became your experimental partner since what you ask him had gained his attention. He began to help you in the experiment which helps create with the preparation for the death game.

It is something that he actually wanted, since he immediately becomes a researcher searching on human emotions while you act as his boss. But it's strange that he stalks you in the first place...

He was a madman they say, and it was correct that your project WILL turn him to half human half doll. Which it was something that he wanted, but poor other co-workers who were killed by him from a simple picture. But your not complaining since you kinda predicted it.

But since you requested him to find suitable targets for an AI simulator. Sou has been messing around with other people while you continue on your research helping the others creating Sue Miley and Tia Safalin.

As much as you appreciate that Hiyori accepted your trade, that also means that you have to get ready to endless annoying conversation with Hiyori more often. But is that a problem? Especially when he gives you some useful info, there is no way you can ignore him.

“So I have to wear this collar?”

“Mhm, it collects data from your consciousness and converts it to an AI Or it could be used to kill the user.”

“Hmmm.....but that alone is a lie you know, you could have use a different function aside from that! That would be boring!”

“But would it also possible to mess with people’s brains?”

You can see that he uses with his usual smile, but inside of it was an intense bloodlust. But you decided to continue the conversation.

"Well that is funny cause I was planning on that. However, keep this in mind if you die and your AI chip dies you are 100% dead.” You said which cause Hiyori’s smile to fade away now knowing the consequences.

“Yes it’s possible. IF they have their first death. You can tamper their memory to have amnesia.”

“....”

Hiyori picked up the documents that you have been using for research, you checked the pc programming to see how will the program will activate. “Say (y/n), what happens if we can mess with their brains if they wore the collar?”

You looked at him, “Like tampering with their brains when they are unconscious for around 24 hours? Not possible since there is not enough info... Plus adding more useless memories can make things weird.” That made Midori goes back to his usual smile.

“Collar or not, we will find a way to tamper with their brains just to make sure the game is interesting! I can't wait to join there!”

You and Hiyori had a laugh together in the room, knowing that the death game is coming. Which actually caught Midori to be intrigued at the sight.

“You know (y/n), it is my first time to hear you laugh! It is cute!!!”

“.....”

You were not expecting that you have use your emotion you feel him going near you. “Come on, let me hear you laugh!” His hands were on your waist feeling his fingers tickling you, which got you laughing which he watches you laughing in defeat.

He didn’t chuckle but his smile still remains, smirking that he got the upper advantage. Thinking that he is going to kill you, but instead you felt his lips kissing you. Sadly it was short, but his face remained the same, but you swore that you see a tint of red on his ears.

“Let me claim my reward, won’t you?”

You were speechless but he was amused, leaning closer just for him to close the gap.

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“After all, I wanted to test something on you (y/n) since I need MY reward for you generous offer. I need it before the project begins, dear~”

He wanted this sensation to end and you let him, stripping you out of your shell shamelessly for rounds of French kissed. The rest was pure shameless, even co-workers have to keep their distance knowing that there is two psychopaths having a session.

That room was purely occupied for around 5 hours, dismantling his body and preparing the doll after the session.

It's funny, knowing the stalker Midori followed you all the way to the death game that he wanted.

You know it's not love nor happiness, you rarely feel it. The plan was to divert Midori's attention to something else and yet it worked. You watched from the game from start to the third part of the game "trust".

Since you predicted his death, you are PREPARED with a final spare that you made in secret.

An amusing sight it was, Midori gambling his life to the fullest while Sara was desperate to kill him. You can tell that you are not going to miss him despite all the hickies and kisses he gave you, after all...

You hate to admit that you love him unconditionally.

You saw how his death unfolded with a another spare clone finish eating out, of course you block out his screams from his coffin which gave you a dark chuckle that you held for so long. But that vision was replace by his face when he appear, just how you meet him in person for the first time.

"(Y/n), dear. Sara and the others are coming soon. You will be next~"

Your spare clone said as had an amused chuckle, "Prepare her in advance dear. I would like to introduce her to Sara once she arrives."

#yttd #yttd x reader #midori yttd #midori x reader #sou hiyori #sou hiyori x reader

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frenchgremlim1808 · 2 months

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hello rats! (if you don't wanna read my bullshit skip to my official ranking of the cast, i know you want to)

Today i wanted to thank you all for the 100 subscribers i am truly thankful for all of you, i'm just out of words like, i don't even get why you all like subscribed to me, i just make random ass crazy rambles on a silly game! you know that's like insane! i also wanna thank you all for the constant support and advice, i'm not the most healthy person around, i'm very fragile and i often break down so life is not really the easiest, but this game, this community fells like an escape from that. Sometimes, often i get very negative thoughts about myself and like life and this blog kinda made me smile, it brought me a bit of light in my either meh or shitty life. So like thank you all truly, huh, also like i'm was finally able to talk with my mom about my like 99% chance of having autism, and she said yes for me to get a diagnosis, so like thank you shin too i guess since you were weirdly the reason i started questioning myself. I know i'm rambling nonsense but like i'm like feelings lots of stuff. I really had a bad week all around so like i'm not sure i'm gonna post this week that much. So like THANKS!

Well now get to the part i promised, FRENCH GREMLIN OFFICIAL TIER LIST OF EVERY YTTD CHARACTER PLEASE DON'T KILL ME.

so i wanna clarify that expect from exceptions i like most of the cast of yttd, i do not really hate anyone, except midori. While i shared my distaste of sheep boy i actually just find him mid, he's not really interesting to me. Also this is purely subjective and does not count how well written the character is, for example i have mixed feeling about keiji but i think he's an amazing character+he has the best free times in YTTS. i repeat, this is only an opinion, but i would love to have people tell me their opinions on some of the characters and maybe defend them. Differing opinions is good anyhow. So here it is:

#yttd #your turn to die #kimi ga shine #thanks guys #kanna kizuchi #100 subscribers

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beanieman · 1 year

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I wonder if Shin was told he would be voted for, or if he just assumed that.

As we’ve seen in the death game, you can die in ways that aren’t voting related. You can get stuck in a trap, die in an attraction, get physically killed by someone else, or receive the sacrifice card.

So that leaves the question of why Shin jumps to the conclusion that he’ll be killed during voting. Is it because that’s what Sue Miley told him, or is that a conclusion he came to on his own? Let’s talk about both options!

If Sue told him this, then it’s likely how he died in most of the simulations. Which would be interesting! In a scenario where Shin isn’t pretending to be Sou Hiyori, he doesn’t seem to be anyone worth noticing. You wouldn’t assume he would be targeted that much, but if he was I think one of two things happened.

Either Shin sacrificed himself for Kanna much like he does in canon, or he kept his distance from people and was killed when the group didn’t want to sacrifice their closer allies.

Then there’s the other scenario. Which is that Shin only assumed he’d be majority voted.

If this is true, it could point to some self loathing issues, which we know Shin has after his friendship with Midori. He feels like a weak person who’s only worth something if he’s useful. That’s likely why he jumped to everyone voting for him instead of considering other options.

Anyway, just some specific dialogue that caught my eye. Though I will say the idea of Shin jumping to conclusions has merit since the only time we see him die in the simulations it’s after being stabbed by Sara. Not majority voted.

#YTTD #Your Turn To Die #Shin Tsukimi

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yuri-is-online · 1 month

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Sho lover anon back from yesterday LMAOOO but I just finished the jabberwock story and IT WAS SO GOOD AAA I LOVED IT SO MUCH

I freaking love the jabberwock boys so much. Ren honestly reminds me of Midori Takamine from ensemble stars a bit. But the story was very good (and my precious calamari😭)

I got a few chats from kaito and sho, and it makes me so sad to see how much kaito kind of downplays himself so much😭 like my poor boy honestly. And sho was over here asking me to look at the sign for his food truck.

Anyway besides all of that, at like the second to last chapter of jabberwock (I think?) Hyde says something about how much these missions kind of affect the ghouls moral conscience. How do you think this might feel for some of them? I remember kaito talking about wanting to be a normal person (I think either in the prologue or episode 1, I’m not quiet sure) I feel like it might’ve been hard for some of the ghouls who wanted to live normal lives but made a deal with a demon in exchange for something precious, and now being looked as like some hero who’s supposed to protect human kind, and some of them even question why they have to put their lives on the line for such things too (Leo, Ren, and I think Kaito as well?) What are your thoughts on that?

Calamari, Peekaboo, the Capybara bus... Jabberwock best dorm no one else can compete (Taiga when I catch you for stealing the baby when I catch you).

We don't really know how making a pact with a demon works, which sounds a bit silly to say but I think it is important to think about. Did the ghouls seek out their demons? Did the demons finds them? Were they fully aware of what they were doing the whole time or did they get tricked in a way similar to how Slender was using those kids in the first Case? How long have the boys been Ghouls? Do they get immediately taken to Darkwick or an affiliated school/location once being discovered as a ghoul? I feel like we might learn more about that once we get Hotarubi's case, as Haku and Subaru seem to have some very strong feelings about being ghouls and their place at the school. But to answer your actual question, Hyde seems very aware that a lot is being asked of the ghouls. Fighting monsters is a lot to ask of anyone, add in the pressure of the school's prophecy that no one really believes in, the fact that you got your powers from a demon so everyone thinks you are a heartless bastard anyway and yeah I would say that would make you start to question some things. Kaito says he "never asked for any of this" at several points in the prologue and book one, Sho repeatedly points out that the deals the ghouls made are likely very sensitive topics people would want to keep private, a chat between Tohma and Rui where Tohma takes a shot at him for having his whereabouts closely monitored by the school, and Haku's entire conversation in Book One with the MC the second time they try to escape about how little freedom the ghouls have doesn't really paint a happy picture of what life for a ghoul is like. All of which are things I think Hyde is trying to point out in his conversation with MC as the end of Book 3, he wants a world where humans and anomalies can live together happily after all, and that includes ghouls.

I find it interesting how Leo uses the word "pact" while Chancellor Cornelius uses the word "wish." To me, a "pact" implies a level of seeking out the demon knowing full well what you were getting in to where as the word "wish" leaves more room for plausible deniability. To avoid giving specific spoilers for Amnesia (the otome) there is a theme that repeats throughout of gods granting human wishes without thought of the human consequences, Ikki and Kent both make wishes that aren't fully realized thoughts but are granted almost to the letter to disastrous consequence. It's a scenario I can see happening with Kaito, where he wished for something and accidentally did so with a demon and now has to live as a ghoul because of that. I could see it really messing with your mind if you really were just some guy who had no business being involved with anything supernatural and now you're being asked to fight horror monsters almost daily. Makes you wonder what the end game for a ghoul is, are they allowed to live normal lives after they graduate? Or are they forever bound to the organization that runs Darkwick. And perhaps more importantly, what happens if you don't cooperate with them...

#<3 asks #tokyo debunker

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miztrixx · 10 months

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Hopes for YTTD: Chapter 3-2

(SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE GAME UP TO CHAPTER 3-1B)

Not sure if anyone else has made this sort of blogpost yet, but this is essentially going to be a master compilation of all the specific things I hope we get to see in Chapter 3-2: - Sara facing her simulation self, perhaps in a battle or just in a small confrontational discussion: This (alongside possibly her memories of Joe being restored in the Logic Route) would serve as an amazing end and send-off to the character of Sara Chidouin. Having her face down her greatest insecurities, all the things that she thought were true about herself until she met Joe, and beat them? And not only that, coming to term with Joe's death and moving forward in life? It would be such a great way to show how far Sara has grown, all the way back since that fateful night stroll...

- An epilogue scene: It doesn't matter how far into the future it is, could be one week after the events of the game or 10 years (though I'm hoping for the latter, imagine how bittersweet and emotionally gut-wrenching it would be to see Kanna and Gin all grown up...my heart will melt), just a scene showing us how the survivors are adjusting back to regular life. After all the pain and hardships they went through, seeing so many people die including some of their loved ones and having their lives put on the chopping block so many times, just seeing them live life normally and try to move on from all that has happened would be....bittersweet...so so bittersweet. I can imagine that the survivors would heavily value life and try to make the very most of their experience as humans after such a traumatic experience, but I can also imagine the survivors trying to live a peaceful and relaxing life after this as well. I'd also think it'd be heartbreaking but also uplifting to see the survivors honoring the memories of everyone that died. Contacting their friends and family and letting them know what happened to them, holding a huge memorial for all of them, making sure that their final wishes were realized (like Nao wanting to paint that picture of Mishima). All in all, I'd think it make for a pretty banger ending.

- "Shin" abandons the scarf: This one is pretty self-explanatory, Shin abandons the red scarf which is/was the symbol of Midori's control/influence over him, what drove him to become "Sou Hiyori" alongside the Four Papers and what drove him to do all the malicious and manipulative things he did. It goes without saying that if Shin ever gets a redemption arc as the final conclusion of his character, which I definitely see happening, he will have to break free of Midori's influence over him and this includes ditching the scarf. But he can't just put the blue scarf back on, he can't just return to the innocent and frail man that Shin Tsukimi was before the Death Game, he watched his sister die in front of him and had to bear all the pain and angst that came with it, his existence in the Death Game was filled with anger and malice, Yes. But it was also filled with fleeting moments of concern and connection, something Shin will have to do in order to fully get over Kanna's death: It may take years, but he will live and survive because that's what Kanna wanted for him. He will abandon the red scarf but I don't see him putting the blue scarf back on: Either he will move on from both and not adorn a scarf at all or he will adorn a purple scarf, a combination of both.

- On the note of Midori....he gets briefly revived before dying again, similar to how Rio Ranger (or Rio Laizer, I suppose) was: This sort of ties back into the previous hope, having Midori come back and having him interact with Shin would be incredibly satisfying and seeing them get to talk about everything that went on between him and maybe even Shin killing Midori this time, it would be amazing. It could also clear up a few minor plot details such as his participant status. Was he a candidate or a non-candidate? And also...

- Fake Hinako's backstory or info pertaining to her: This one I don't mind not happening because we'll probably get it in her minisode but just to talk about it... Kai had a lot of his character and backstory revealed to us post-mortem because the surviving characters were driven to doubt him and uncover his motives. The very same may happen to the Fake Hinako, perhaps it's revealed that Fake Hinako had a much bigger hand in interfering with the events of the Murderer Sub-Game, perhaps there's a function on the Dummies that she changed because she harbored rebellious thoughts, there's a lot of ways we can go with this due to how much of a mystery the Fake Hinako really is. Another hope I have that I'm going to bundle in with this one is for a Real Hinako face reveal and possibly even a wish reveal, if Fake Hinako is heavily linked to Real Hinako then this may be a possibility? I don't think it's very likely (unfortunately) but it'd be nice to have some more info on these girls who we barely know nothing about.

- Speaking of black-haired girls who died in the First Trial and weren't revived in the Dummies, one thing that may happen in the Emotions Route is that we get to see Kugie's victim video, not for any plot-related reasons but....yup, you guessed it....CHARACTER reasons!! Particularly, Kanna's: Unlike with what I talked about Shin and Sara, I see this sort of moment being more of a send-off or a testament to Kanna's character since chapter 1-1. She's grown so much, from the sad little crying child to a determined girl who's lost everything and wants to move forward with hope. Having her watch Kugie's victim video, and not even flinch and cry would be so...empowering for her? Not sure if that's the right word, but whatever. Oh, and there's one more black-haired girl who died in the First Trial too...

- Megumi Sasahara will become plot relevant in the final chapter: I'm not saying that she'll be given a fleshed character and a sad backstory, just that she will hold some sort of plot relevance in this chapter. Perhaps it will be revealed that she was unknowingly helping ASU-NARO by accepting bribes from them, perhaps there is information about the Hades Incident that she knows about and that we will find out through talking to her A.I. That latter seems pretty likely to me, especially since we still have the mystery of "Shinobu Gokujo" to figure out.

- Hayasaka, Kurumada and Mai's wishes (or perhaps for Mai, her special info which wasn't revealed): Hayasaka especially here considering how he cursed out Sara's name in his victim video, there is definitely information that he knows that we may draw out with the lantern and it could be related to his ASU-NARO vow wish. For Kurumada, there is a possibility that he was the one who wished Sara into the Death Game. Perhaps his wish was something like "I want to fight someone stronger then me" and Sara did have the highest percentage after all. For Mai, perhaps her secret info relates to some function of the dolls that we don't yet know about, I can't see how her wish would be relevant though.

Before I end this, I'd like to say that I'm not going to go into 3-2 with all these insanely high expectations, these are just hopes after all. In reality, I will be okay with any outcome we get, as long as the ending is satisfying and makes sense (simulation theory is one of the ones I don't want to happen) but it'd be nice if a few of these were to happen in 3-2!!

#yttd #kai satou #hinako mishuku #kanna kizuchi #shin tsukimi #mai tsurugi #naomichi kurumada #megumi sasahara #shunsuke hayasaka #real hinako #sara chidouin #shinobu gokujo #kugie kizuchi #joe tazuna #yttd spoilers

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plotbunnsies · 1 year

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What if Aizawa is some form of cryptic that one day stumbled upon the school someday and he wasn't allowed to leave ever since? Like he's Mothman or some shit (btw check out this wip of aizawa being Mothman that i found) and he's being a lil cryptic shit like "Everyone's gonna be so confused" and so he sits their as a student in the hero course. Enter Oburo and Hizashi.

They take one look at the thing with hair as black as the void, eyes that are hazy, always shifting, always watching, and the smell of dew and grass and mold coming off him like he's been living in the forest all his life. They take one look at this Aizawa i-take-your-quirk-if-you-come-too-close Shouta and decide he's their best friend now.

And since then Aizawa is stuck.

He hisses and scratches and his eyes turns blood red and somehow your quirk refuses to work? Aww he's an introvert!

He skips school until either one of his 'friends' come and drag him their? Aww he wants to walk to school with them!

He lives in a forest? Ooh he's also antisocial too, but don't worry shouta! We'll be sure to give you a healthy dose of socialisation so you wont go crazy all alone!

He can talk to animals? Must have been hit with a quirk when you were younger!

Can talk to shadows? Wow, young shouta must have been very clumsy to be hit with so much quirks

Wait what's his quirk? Well, nezu gave them this analysis after shouta tore his to shreds and looks like he can null quirks he looks at. Cool!

How shouta got into school? The teachers figured he was a potential nezu found. Nezu figured he was a potential one of his staff found and wanted to be cryptic about him to get back at all th bs nezu pulls on them.

A quick search into the school's database and another search in the government database and nezu is slightly concerned about why this child does not have an identity

The next day official papers were presented to Hizashi and co. to keep on and make sure aizawa doesn't shred

And it went on for years. No one could figure that aizawa Was Not Human for years, until he's somehow roped into teaching a bunch of brats about heroics and whatever other bs this society is on about these days. A young kid with bush-like hair enters his classroom, takes one look at him, and asks "what the fuck is that"

If aizawa could die, he would be happy dying at this moment. He swears he can feel these 'happy tears' his friends talk about.

And so aizawa and midori for the remainder of the year try to find anyone who’d just believe them.

His friends thinks it’s nice that he's bonding with his students. He's using "friends" with heavy quotations for the rest of the year as retaliation.

On the day of oburo's death, two pieces of shouta died. A piece he intentionally gave away to his...friend to still have a connection to this earth to visit it whenever he wishes to

And a piece, crumbled to dust when the ghost of oburo stood above collapsed buildings and shot him a smile. It was not eye-hurting-bright smile, and was not i-am-annoying-you-like-friends-do smile. It was like the smiles nezu-sensei gives him when he says he's not human, or that he doesn't need therapee because he'll never feel like other people do

And oburo looks at him and asks him one question

"How many quirks were you hit with, sho-sho?"

A glass-shattering scream could be heard from across the country. Many believed it was a grieving hizashi scream. It was the scream of a very frustrated aizawa

He threw the piece of his shadows at his face, and left with a done shout of "this will ground you to this plane. Visit hizashi and nemuri for fucks sake!" And leaves

And if he goes to check on hizashi after two whole days on no-pestering, if he lets nemuri cry on him and doesnt complain of the salty, slimy liquids that get absorbed into his hair, if he lets tensei talk and talk and mourn a shout and cry more than any human probably should, if he talked and talked and talked and checked and persuaded his, his friends to try this therapy guy and let them hug him and drag him around with less aggression because now they're sad and fragile and he doesn't want, he refuses to be the reason they snap

Then no one but his shadows will know. And the annoying ghost of oburo.

And the therapist nezu-sensei forced him to go to. Maybe he shouldn't have said that he can't feel like humans.

#i think im no longer burnt out #this feels good #boku no hero acedamia #my hero acedamia #aizawa shōta #mha #oboro shirakumo #nemuri kayama #kayama nemuri #yamada hizashi #principal nedzu #bnha nedzu #midoriya izuku

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key-lime-soda · 2 years

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Hades Incident Theory (YTTD)

You all remember the Hades Incident, right? It was supposedly the very first Death Game run by the heads of a bunch of rivaling criminal organizations. We know very little about it so far. According to Keiji, it took place decades before the current main game. Only one person survived: the Memorandum Man. But who were the other participants? So far we only know a significant amount of information about two more participants: the Memorandum Girl and someone named Shinobu Gokujo. I’ll talk more about them later.

I think the remaining participants all have something to do with each of the current candidates. Specifically, I think those were their parents. Almost every candidate (that we have backstories for) have at least one missing parent.

Sara was adopted by Mr. Chidouin, but is still related to her mother

Joe’s dad was (most likely) Mr. Policeman, a cop who tried to investigate a case that got him fired. That case was supposedly about the police’s corruption, and it probably connects back to the Hades Incident too

Keiji was raised by his poor single mother

Gin lives with his mother and step-father

Q-Taro was an orphan in an orphanage called Asunaro

Kai was raised by his father, and we don’t know anything about his mother. Gashu is already working for Asunaro so that probably counts enough.

The only exceptions to this are the two sibling pairs: Reko and Alice, and Shin and Kanna, along with Nao as well. All have explicitly mentioned that they grew up with both parents. We also don’t know much about Mishima, Midori, or the Dummies either, so that's still to be determined.

Why would they take the children of these people and throw them in a death game? it's probably to determine something related to their criminal organizations. To be honest, I don't think the second death game is specially reserved for the children of the Hades Incident participants. For example, Gin and Kanna are both younger than 15, making them a little too young to be the child of someone who died "decades" ago. However, they could be the grandchildren of the original participants, which explains how characters with both parents still alive ended up here. I think they just wanted the youngest descendants of the original participants so they can determine who gets to inherit Asunaro. If you think about it, this explains why none of the participants have siblings that aren't present in the death game (that we know of). Maybe the original death game wasn't fair, and they needed a proper redo?

Let's go back to the Memorandum Man. In the painting found in Chapter 2, he can be seen wearing a suit very similar to Meister’s. Meister’s suit is already just a different colored version of Mr. Chidouin’s suit, and many people have already guessed that Mr. Chidouin is Meister. I’m willing to take a guess that the Memorandum man and Meister are both Mr. Chidouin. I think he was the last surviving member of the Hades Incident. He’s very clearly tied to Asunaro in many ways, and he was even seen in a flash-forward scene at the end of Chapter 2 in the victory room, where he said:

“Your father's glad you've survived... Now, let's begin, shall we? ...The final Death Game.”

Why the final death game? Aren’t they already in the death game? Wouldn’t it make more sense to welcome her to the final main game? That is unless he was in another main game before this. If anything, it almost sounds like he’s implying that Sara has been in a Death Game before, which brings me to my next point.

I think Sara Chidouin is the Memorandum Girl. I believe she participated in the Hades Incident. Now, of course, the first big problem lies with how the Memorandum Girl died during the 3rd victim conference. In addition, she’s 17 now, and according to Keiji the Hades Incident happened decades ago. How can a 17-year-old girl die and then come back decades later as the same age? I’ll get to that in a moment.

The Memorandum Man has a strange personality. He quickly took interest in the charismatic teen girl that managed to rally everyone together many times. He respects her skills, and tells her his true feelings of respect after the second victim conference. He suffered a great loss after her death. It was so painful that he was supposedly unable to love any other woman as much as her. This man, who is supposedly now the head of the most powerful criminal organization, has just lost the one person he cared for more than anyone. He probably realized that he alone had the power to bring her back. How? By using AI and machines to create the Dolls we are already so familiar with. He brought her back to life and pretended that she was his daughter. This explains his extremely overprotective personality when regarding Sara. He snapped at Kai when he mentioned how much he also cared for her. He already had to watch her die before, and wasn't willing to lose her again.

She lived her everyday life as a doll, similar to Midori. He's been dead for years before Alice "murdered" him and no one could tell. (Maybe she has some/most of Midori's body parts, similar to Mai, but that's just a possibility)

Now, you’d think Sara would be aware that she’s a doll, but that's not necessarily the case. Dolls don’t know they’re fake until it’s proven. And if you count all Game Over sequences as non-canon, then Sara has not canonically bled at any point in the game. We have no proof that she’s human. Your Time to Shine seems to support this, with the presence of a character named “Sara?” that seems to be in charge of certain parts of the simulation. So far, only dolls have been referred to with a “?” at the end of their names.

This might explain why Sara was brought here despite never signing the consent form. She had already participated in a death game before, and also isn't human. If her dad gave permission (and was in charge) then there was no urgency to get her to sign it. They probably only did it for formality reasons (I believe Midori mentioned something about people dying if they didn't get everyone's signed forms).

Also, Sara’s role as a member of the Hades incident also explains why the AI simulations showed her as ruthless, leading Midori to encourage her to unlock her true potential and become the killer she once was. If she was in the Hades Incident, that would make her the former head of a criminal organization. It would make perfect sense for her to be both a charismatic leader and a heartless killer. Only now, she doesn’t remember anything.

This also made me think about Shunsuke Hayasaka. In his victim video, he blames Sara for being stuck in the Death Game. He worked at a medical machinery company, and had data on her (and the rest of the participants). However, he specifically curses out Sara and the organization that did this. If Sara wasn't human, then he'd probably know. After all, he worked at a medical machinery company. They probably have a hand in developing the tech used to make Dolls (I can't remember if this was explicitly stated or not). He cursed her specifically because he saw how she was different from everyone else, therefore making her seem like she's in on it.

It seems, however, that Mr. Chidouin might not be in charge of everything in Asunaro. After all, he didn't have any reason to create a second death game with the chance of his daughter's death (again). There might be someone above him, forcing everyone to abide by a strict set of game rules. Who is it? I have no clue. Hopefully, Chapter 3 will answer these questions…

#yttd theory #your turn to die theory #your turn to die spoilers #sara chidouin #mr chidouin #meister yttd #hades incident #kgs #kimi ga shine #quotes taken from the wiki btw #yttd #your turn to die

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whyrubuyingclothesatthesoupstore · 2 years

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hey guys wanna see how much I can talk about Sou Hiyori

Anyway it’s pretty obvious that Shin’s weakness is one of the reasons for Midori’s obsession with him, but I think a big part of it is also that Shin was probably the only person to genuinely admire Hiyori. like ever

Everyone else Hiyori was acquainted with either hated his guts or only liked him because they didn’t really know who he was (Shin kind of didn’t either but I’ll get to that). The other participants only knew him for a short period of time, and for half of that time they wanted him dead. The other floormasters were probably more-or-less his equals and had no reason to look up to him. Maple’s love was not only forced onto her, it was also completely blind judging by how she kept talking about how kind Hiyori was and ignored his flaws (the mass murder) entirely.

(I guess the Shin AI also counts as someone who admired him but I don’t think Hiyori cared about him as much as the human counterpart, plus his admiration of Hiyori is almost the same as human Shin’s)

There’s technically also Hinako, but right now the only thing we know for sure about her relationship with Hiyori is that she trusted him enough to think he wouldn’t get her killed. Maybe she hated him and just didn’t think he’d lie to her, maybe she considered them equals, maybe she did look up to him and just wasn’t as fun to mess with as Shin, unfortunately nankidai did not tell me personally. Thought I still don’t think she really thought of him as a role model.

So Hiyori wasn’t really looked up to unless he hid his worst qualities, or unless someone decided to overlook these qualities. But with Shin, he could be more-or-less himself, at least enough for Shin to know he was kind of a creep. And Hiyori’s flaws (not the mass murder. yet) never ended up driving him away. Shin knew Hiyori was a selfish person that enjoyed making him uncomfortable, and probably knew Hiyori was a manipulative bastard as well, but he still stuck with him, not in spite of those flaws, but partially because of them.

Shin didn’t gloss over or ignore anything about Hiyori (except maybe his weak spots), it’s just that even his worst qualities seemed like something that should be admired because they were a sign of strength (which is a sentiment you can see in the game pretty much since the beginning). And I honestly can’t imagine how much that must’ve inflated Hiyori’s ego to have someone who saw him basically as he was, sadism and all, and proclaimed him an anti-hero

(by the way, anti-hero characters are also loved because of how flawed they are)

And the thing is, even after learning who Midori really was and seeing the worst of his flaws (yes, the mass murder), Shin still goes by Sou and wears Hiyori’s scarf. He can’t fully let go of his admiration, and can’t deny Hiyori is an incredibly intelligent person that taught him a lot, even if the lessons that weren’t in programming ended up doing more harm than good.

But here’s another thing, and it’s that the human and AI versions of Shin view Hiyori a bit differently, which is why I think he values the human more. Shin became a lot more bitter as he grew up, and that’s something that the AI is just too out of date for. Because of that, for human Shin there’s a lot of hatred mixed with the admiration. He doesn’t even seem to be bothered when Hiyori dies. It’s not that he’s hiding his emotions, he’s freaking out, but freaking out about the possibility of Keiji getting killed, so by that point the hatred is probably bigger than the admiration. And what did Hiyori say about hatred?

It would actually just make him more invested in messing with Shin! Hiyori wants to be feared, hated, admired, and Shin is probably the only person in the world to give him all of that, and in incredible amounts too, since it’s really easy for Hiyori to get a reaction out of him.

Hiyori “cares” about Shin because of how much Shin cares about Hiyori. He made himself so unlikeable that anyone seeing him as a role model is bizarre even to him.

#this is not meant to be a ship thing. I plead of thee have mercy on me #yttd #your turn to die #kimi ga shine #sou hiyori #shin tsukimi #midori yttd #yttd midori #shin ai #I'm insaaane. I'm crrazyy!! insane. asylum. I'm gonna kill ya. I'm gonna kill ya.#editing the post every five seconds because it's my longest one so far and is kind of incomprehensible #oh yeah baby that's what I call character analysis #I am Going to Explode

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theharrowing · 2 years

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Temptation on His Lips

During a chance encounter at a local kink event, Hoseok meets Seokjin—the handsome dominant who opens his eyes to a new world of pleasure.

💙 Hoseok x Seokjin

💙 word count: 16.3k

💙 strangers to lovers, dom/sub, slash, smut, fluff, nsfw, 18+

💙 warnings: dom/top seokjin & sub/bottom hoseok, impact play, flogging, spanking, face slapping, verbal humiliation (use of “slut”, “cocksleeve”, “useless/desperate”), a little spitting, ass to mouth, rough oral sex, anal fingering, rough anal sex, soft feelings, begging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, use of “pet” and “baby”, more or less porn without plot, fluff.

💙 written for the One Shot, Two Shot Fest!

💙 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading!

💙 posted sept. 2022 | read on ao3

나를 부드럽게 죽여줘 너의 손길로 눈 감겨줘 어차피 거부할 수조차 없어 더는 도망갈 수조차 없어 니가 너무 달콤해 너무 달콤해 너무 달콤해서

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With a midori sour in hand, Hoseok turns and leans with his elbow propped against the bar top behind him, surveying other clubgoers as they begin to fill the space. Red lights dance around the otherwise dimly-lit room as a downtempo mix of a new wave track plays, and the dancefloor is a mass of writhing bodies, most of which are clad in some kind of goth or BDSM gear, as is the theme for the night.

Hoseok wears a simple black crop top and tight black jeans, accentuating his taut, muscular frame, bringing the look together with a thick black choker around his neck. His overgrown hair hangs over his forehead in waves, black eyeshadow accents the sharp outer corners of his eyes, and a sticky sweet imprint marks his glass from the strawberry lip gloss he applied in the cab ride over. Hoseok doesn't exactly have anything to wear that would make him blend in, but his hope is that he doesn't stand out too much, either.

Club Arson came recommended by Hoseok's best friend Jeongguk after Hoseok was on yet another of his drunken rants about how everyone he fucks is too vanilla and how, for once, he would like some hot dominant to absolutely blow his fucking back out.

With kink night happening just once a month, Hoseok waited anxiously for the night to arrive, only to nearly chicken out at the last minute and call the whole thing off. And although he is glad he made the effort to come out, he still feels rather shy about approaching anyone to strike up conversation.

From where Hoseok stands, the dance floor is to the left, with a walkway that snakes around a counter on the right, leading to the entrance of the club. Ahead of him is an area with large couches and chairs, all of which are black, and to the right, up a short ramp, is a second bar off to the left and a stage in the back.

His friend Jeongguk had mentioned something about stage shows, usually performed by a dominant or dominatrix, where people are tied up, and a number of things are done to them. This fact was the tipping point to both urge Hoseok to come and to nearly make him talk himself out of bothering at all.

Aside from late-night scrolling through porn sites, Hoseok has never watched anything that has come close to a dominant doing anything to another person. And while he doesn't necessarily expect to find someone to hook up with tonight, he at least wants to witness the scene and decide how he feels about dipping his toe into the kink pool. He knows some things—terminology, tools used during different types of play, and so on—but he has never experienced or witnessed any of it firsthand.

Curious about how much longer the club night transforms from a typical event to one where the dominant is on stage doing something to a submissive, Hoseok checks the time on his phone. 10:39 PM. Twenty-one more minutes until the show starts.

With time to spare, Hoseok slams back the rest of his drink and makes his way to the bar closer to the stage. There are a few people lingering in the area, and only one man at the bar, so Hoseok bets on getting one more drink in his system—liquid courage to stand and watch whatever it is he might have the pleasure or horror of witnessing.

Hoseok orders another midori sour and stands with his elbow against the bar, taking in the area with the stage. A large wooden X stands in the center with cuffs on each end and a small black table to the left, and Hoseok imagines being bound to that—imagines what someone might do to him.

"Come here often?" a rich, mellow voice asks, breaking Hoseok from his thoughts.

The voice belongs to the only other man at the bar, and Hoseok finds his eyes roving over the man's form in such a frenzy he feels his cheeks turn bright pink in an instant. Under an unbuttoned black blazer, the man wears a sheer top with a plunging v-neck that buttons just above his waistband before it tucks into black slacks. The top leaves very little to the imagination, revealing a gorgeous valley of golden skin and well-defined pecs.

Hoseok tries not to stare at the man's exposed skin nor the hints of muscle, and he certainly does his best not to even notice the thick gold chain necklace sitting high on his collar, accentuating his long neck so perfectly—no, no, noticing all of this would make the man far too enticing, in ways Hoseok struggles to fully comprehend.

The real kicker, though, is the man's face. Between his sharp jawline and exposed forehead are deep brown almond eyes that bore into Hoseok's soul, and plush, full lips pulled into a smirk. The man is, in a word, devastating.

"Cat got your tongue?" the man asks, straightening his posture and turning to fully face Hoseok. His short, dark brown hair is perfectly styled off his forehead, giving Hoseok a clear view of one curiously raised eyebrow. There is a confidence in the way the man carries himself that makes Hoseok glance nervously around the space, finding it hard to hold eye contact.

"N-no," Hoseok finally responds, returning his gaze to the man. "First time."

The man hums and blinks slowly. "I figured. You look a bit like a fawn caught in headlights."

"Ah," Hoseok responds, looking down at the vibrant green drink in his hands.

"I'm Seokjin," the man says, holding out a hand. Hoseok reaches to accept, surprised by how firmly Seokjin grips onto him.

"Hoseok," he mutters in return.

"What brings you here, Hoseok? Hoping to find a hookup? Or just scoping out a new scene?"

Hoseok is surprised by Seokjin's candor, and he lifts his glass to his lips, sipping his semi-sweet cocktail before responding.

"Maybe a little of both," he admits, noting the way Seokjin's eyebrows raise. "I’m new to all of this, but curious. And I don't have high expectations for finding a hookup, but it's on the table."

Seokjin hums. "What qualifications would a hookup have to meet to entice this pretty little fawn?"

"Uh—I g-guess someone experienced in the scene who seems trustworthy. Someone I'm attracted to."

"A dominant," Seokjin assumes, cocking his head to the side.

"Y-yes. Is that obvious?"

Seokjin nods softly, and the edge of his mouth lifts ever so slightly. "It is. How much experience do you have in the scene?"

"None."

"None?"

Hoseok shakes his head. Heat rises to his cheeks once more, and he looks down at his drink, feeling a wave of shame wash over him. He half expects Seokjin to make fun of him or tell him he shouldn't be at a club for kink if he has no idea what he is getting himself into. But as he lifts his gaze back to Seokjin's gorgeous face, he finds a soft smile greeting him.

"Brave of you to come to a place like this with no experience, fawn," Seokjin says. "But you need to be careful. Not everyone has the submissive's best interests in mind. You have to make sure you meet someone who you're confident you can put your trust into."

Hoseok nods and takes another drink. Of course, he knows this to be the case. In any sexual encounter, there needs to be some amount of security and preparation; he can only imagine how much is required for an encounter with any kind of dominant and submissive dynamics. Still, he is here with the hope of at least meeting somebody to get to know and build a bond with.

"You should also beware of anyone who simply announces they're a dom or that they would like to take care of you," Seokjin continues. "It's one thing to be able to identify your dynamic, but throwing it out there so plainly is tacky. Actions speak louder than words, fawn. You will know whether there is a connection when you've met someone."

This makes Hoseok grin. The friendly advice that almost sounds like a genuine concern for his well-being, especially with the way Seokjin has given Hoseok his undivided attention since their conversation began. He can't help but wonder if Seokjin is attempting to hint at the fact that he would like to take care of Hoseok. His body language and the way he watches Hoseok certainly make him seem interested, and Hoseok believes he feels at least a hint of a connection.

Sure, Hoseok may look like a shy woodland creature, evidently, but he knows he also looks good. He knows he will have no trouble meeting new people once he eases into the night. And with the way Seokjin's gaze flits down to Hoseok's exposed tummy, to his neck and back to his eyes, Hoseok feels enough confidence to hold firmer eye contact.

"Know anyone who fits the description?" Hoseok asks, knowing it is a silly question—silly but cheeky, at least.

Seokjin leans in, placing his elbow on the bar, bringing the two of them to eye level. "Someone who is attractive—to your standards—and trustworthy enough to take care of a pretty little inexperienced fawn?"

Hoseok smirks and nods. "Exactly."

"And what is your type, fawn? What do you find attractive?"

Hoseok makes a show of letting his eyes slowly drift from Seokjin's eyes, down to this belt and back up again. Seokjin's smirk grows into a grin, and Hoseok opens his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by a man on stage tapping two fingers against a microphone.

"Are you deviants ready for a show?" the man asks into the microphone, cutting over the music.

Hoseok glances between him and Seokjin, but his mind is so overrun with thoughts of the interaction that had been interrupted that he can't say for certain what the man on stage looks like. A crowd begins to form in front of the small stage, and Seokjin continues to lean against the bar with his eyes on Hoseok.

"Let's get our man of the hour up here then, shall we?" the man asks into the microphone, met by cheers and applause of the growing audience.

Hoseok watches as Seokjin's face brightens with delight—as he nibbles on his bottom lip, and Hoseok's mind races, trying to figure out why. Seokjin appears to be in on some secret that Hoseok is not, and he squints at Seokjin and cocks his head, waiting for the man to say anything.

"Let's welcome to the stage the devilish debonair who can tame even the brattiest of subs! The man who you may only refer to as master or sir! Master Seokjin!"

The man on stage elongates the 'i' in Seokjin, dragging it out several beats, and in all that time, Seokjin's smile grows. Seokjin winks at Hoseok and mutters, "Enjoy the show, fawn," before turning and making his way through a small section of the crowd to a short set of steps and onto the stage.

All thoughts evaporate as Hoseok watches Seokjin welcome a man to the stage with him. The man is small and pretty, with pastel pink hair and a pouty smile. He shrugs out of a pink silk robe, stands before the audience in only a pair of matching pink briefs, and turns away so Seokjin can lock his wrists and ankles into the cuffs on the large wooden X, with his back facing the crowd. Then, he turns his head to the left, making it so Hoseok can see his facial expressions perfectly.

Seokjin turns to the crowd to flash everyone a smile, and Hoseok could swear his eyes land on him for a split moment before he removes his blazer and tosses it aside. Seokjin reaches for something on stage, turning away, and Hoseok's breath hitches at the sight of large black and grey clouds covering Seokjin's back, clearly visible through the sleeveless mesh shirt. Hoseok wants to reach out and touch him—wants to trace each line with his fingertips until he knows them by heart.

The audience is quiet and attentive as Seokjin leans in and whispers something to the man he has shackled on stage. Whoever was on the mic seems to have left, leaving the two of them alone. Seokjin's fingers gently caress the man's back, and Hoseok watches as the man shivers under his touch and bites his bottom lip.

Seokjin takes his place behind the man on stage, lifts a flogger, and slowly begins striking the pretty man's back with it. At first, the man jolts whenever the leather touches his skin, but then he must settle into the feeling as he smiles and takes each gentle strike without much movement. Hoseok cannot hear over the music, but he can see the man's lips tug into a smile at times, and whenever his bottom lip trembles, Hoseok imagines the man must be whimpering.

Gradually, Seokjin begins to strike harder and faster, and he steps off to the side to give Hoseok a clearer view of the man's back—pretty pale skin covered from shoulders to waist in red streaks, some crossing others. The more Seokjin strikes the same place again and again, the more the man's head falls back, and he moans. And this time, Hoseok hears it—deep with a pitchy, desperate lilt at the end—a sound Hoseok is certain he has never heard himself make before.

Hoseok is unsure how long he stands leaning against the bar watching Seokjin flog the pretty man, but he feels dizzy, somewhat electric, and needy. He also feels foolish. Clearly, there is chemistry between these two that Hoseok cannot dare to achieve with Seokjin—not that Seokjin would have any want or need for Hoseok anyway, since he seems to already have a submissive to take care of.

But that doesn't deter Hoseok, and he keeps his eyes on the men on stage, intrigued by how the pain from the flogging seems to be turning the pretty man into a pliable mess of limbs as his head rocks from side to side. Hoseok wonders if the man's cock is hard—if either of their cocks are hard—feeling a familiar throb of arousal in his jeans.

Seokjin sets the flogger aside, turns to the audience and says, "Pretty," as he delicately rubs his fingertips over the marks on the man's back. The crowd claps and cheers, and the other man responds under his touch, shivering and whimpering as if Seokjin is digging more welts into his skin.

Then Seokjin reaches for a bottle of something, pops the cap open, and holds it above the man's shoulders, slowly squeezing it and letting clear liquid drizzle onto his skin. The man's hands ball into fists, then loosen as he reacts to the feeling of the liquid on his sensitive skin.

Gently, Seokjin rubs in the liquid, getting close to the man as if saying something to him—perhaps praising him for being so good and so pretty, or commanding him to thank Seokjin for what he has done. At least, that is what Hoseok would want Seokjin to say to him after something like this.

Suddenly, everything feels too intimate, and Hoseok turns away, slams his drink and waits for the bartender to come by to take his order. He gets a third midori sour, and he spares a few glances back at the stage before staring down at the bar top and studying the lines and knots in the wood until his vision blurs and he spaces out.

The sounds of the crowd erupting into cheers and praise pull Hoseok from his reverie, and he glances around to find the pink-haired man uncuffed and wrapping his silk robe around himself. Seokjin holds his blazer in one hand with it slung over his shoulder, and he stands still while the other man waves and smiles at the spectators. They turn to disappear somewhere off to the side of the stage, and folks disperse back to the other sections of the club while some approach the bar for a drink.

Hoseok is certain Seokjin will not be coming back for a while; he probably has more aftercare to provide for his pretty submissive. Perhaps they might find some dark corner to fuck in, to finish what they've started, or leave the club altogether and go home. So, Hoseok sighs, turns away from the bar, and begins to walk toward the dancefloor.

There is a different kind of energy in the club now—an electricity buzzing in the air, making all of Hoseok's senses feel extra alert. He walks down the short ramp and glances around at others grinding against walls, chatting while sitting on the couches and chairs, and people-watching just as intently as he is. Hoseok wonders if he has the nerve to approach anyone should anyone seem approachable.

But for now, Hoseok settles on chugging back the rest of his third drink so his hands are free to dance. Intoxication washes over him and hugs him tight, and he sways to the synth-heavy music as he approaches the other bar. Hoseok sets his empty glass down with a careless thud, then takes a step back and slams into a firm body.

"S-sorry," Hoseok mutters as he turns and faces Seokjin. "Oh, h-hey."

"Leaving so soon, fawn?" Seokjin asks as he holds out a hand to steady Hoseok on his feet. His blazer is nowhere to be found, and Hoseok drinks in the view up close, noticing hints of cloud tattoos at the tops of Seokjin's shoulders.

Hoseok shakes his head and chuckles. He is not drunk enough to imagine Seokjin is standing before him—and anyway, he is not aware of any ingredients in a midori sour that could have hallucinogenic properties—so what is Seokjin doing here?

"Shouldn't you be with your pretty submissive, sir?" Hoseok says with a bite on the last word, smiling to himself as if he has just told a hilarious joke.

Seokjin studies Hoseok briefly and smirks. "As a matter of fact, Jimin's dominant is taking good care of him as we speak."

"J-jimin?"

"The pretty submissive," Seokjin says, raising his eyebrows at Hoseok. "His name is Jimin. He and his dominant are close friends of mine, and sometimes we borrow one another for stage shows."

Hoseok nods and absorbs the information. Then, satisfied with this development and ready to move on, he blurts out, "Wanna dance with me?"

"I would love to," Seokjin responds. It takes Hoseok by surprise; he was half expecting him to say no, despite his effort to seek Hoseok out after his performance.

Without another word, Hoseok steps in the direction of the dance floor. He doesn't look back to make sure Seokjin is following; his drunk confidence assures him that he is. As the crowd becomes dense, a hand grabs onto Hoseok's bicep, warm, steady and secure, and Hoseok guides them to the center of the area, where there is an opening in the energetic throng of bodies, then spins around to find Seokjin standing close.

Seokjin's arms fall to his sides as he sways slowly to the music, and he doesn't take his eyes off Hoseok. Hoseok feels warm and fuzzy, and he smiles at Seokjin, lifts his arms over his head, and begins to let his hips dip and grind as the bass reverberates through his body. Shy as Hoseok may still be, he feels confident dancing. The alcohol helps.

"May I touch you?" Seokjin asks, leaning close enough to ensure Hoseok will hear him.

Hoseok wraps his arms around Seokjin's neck and grins. "I was hoping you would ask. Thought maybe you would make me beg."

Seokjin's arms snake around Hoseok and gently pulls him close. There is a faint, floral musk that finds Hoseok's nose, and he inhales deeper, chasing the scent.

"Would you like me to make you beg?" Seokjin asks against the shell of Hoseok's ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Hoseok nibbles on his bottom lip to keep himself from blurting out a response despite being absolutely sure that the answer is yes. Yes, he just met Seokjin, and accepting any sort of offer is taking a risk; he knows this. But after seeing the way Seokjin handled Jimin, and feeling the electricity that sparks between them as Seokjin's fingers trace idle shapes on the exposed skin of Hoseok's back while he tangles his fingertip in the hair on Seokjin's nape, there is absolutely nothing else he could possibly need.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok whines, breathy and desperate, with a smile at the end.

Seokjin hums and drops his voice even lower. "Do you mean that, fawn?"

"Yes, please."

In a flash, Seokjin grips Hoseok by the hips and spins him around, pressing Hoseok's back against his chest. His hands dance over Hoseok's hips and tummy delicately, tentatively, as if testing the waters of what he will allow, and Hoseok gladly allows him to do as he wishes. Hoseok continues to grind his hips and sway to the music, rubbing his ass over Seokjin's crotch without pressing hard enough to feel too much.

"We have some things to discuss," Seokjin says against Hoseok's ear. "Can you hear me like this or should we go somewhere quieter?"

Hoseok grins and turns his head. "I hear you, sir."

"I need to know what you want, and I need to know your limitations," Seokjin states, wrapping his arms around Hoseok. Hoseok still has room to sway, but his movements are limited.

"I'm not sure exactly what I want," Hoseok admits, "but I know I want something more than the vanilla experience that I'm used to."

Seokjin nuzzles his nose behind Hoseok's ear, sending a calming chill through him. He relaxes in Seokjin's hold and sways his hips slower.

"I need you to be a little more specific, fawn."

"I want—" Hoseok begins, trying desperately to make his jumbled thoughts form into words. "I want to beg and be teased and called names. I want my limits to be pushed."

"Begging, possible humiliation, and overstimulation?" Seokjin clarifies, and Hoseok nods, to which he adds, "Use your words, fawn."

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds, closing his eyes so that only he and Seokjin exist in this moment together.

"Impact play?" Seokjin asks, tightening his hold until Hoseok's only range of motion is grinding his ass against Seokjin's bulge.

"Like spanking?"

Seokjin chuckles. "Spanking, slapping, flogging, et cetera."

"Yes, sir."

"Anything else?"

"I'm not sure, sir."

Seokjin presses his lips into Hoseok's neck, kissing down his pulse point below his ear. A shiver quakes through Hoseok, and he tenses in Seokjin's hold, letting out a gasp that grows into a moan.

"Should we get out of here, then?" Seokjin asks against Hoseok's skin.

Hoseok already feels breathless and dazed and eager to discover more. "Yes, sir."

Seokjin takes Hoseok by the wrist and guides him off the dance floor. They snake through the crowd, past the bar, to the back of the club, and Seokjin mutters, "Wait here," near the stage before disappearing around a dark corner. Hoseok feels giddy and nervous, and he shifts around as one leg bounces too fast to be in time with the music.

When Seokjin returns with a black duffle bag, he takes Hoseok's hand, laces their fingers together, and leads him through the club once more, toward the front door. A few people wave to Seokjin on their way through, and Jimin—who wears his pink satin robe—hugs Seokjin as they exit and looks Hoseok up and down with a mischievous smirk before waving them off.

Hoseok's heart races as they get into a black sedan, and Seokjin waits for Hoseok to buckle his seatbelt before he takes off. The drive to Seokjin's apartment is short and mostly quiet; Seokjin seems to have a tune in his head, and he gently taps his fingers against the steering wheel.

Although there are many things Hoseok wants to say to Seokjin and many questions he would like to ask him, his nerves get the best of him, and he watches city lights go by in silence.

The building Seokjin lives in seems unassuming enough, but Hoseok recognizes the neighborhood and is not wholly surprised when, on a floor close to the top of the building, Seokjin opens his door to reveal a spacious unit with a view of the not-too-distant skyline.

"Water?" Seokjin offers.

Hoseok nods as he slides his socked feet out of his black laceless boots and mutters, "Yes, please."

As Seokjin toes out of his shoes and swiftly turns a corner toward where Hoseok assumes his kitchen is, Hoseok makes his way toward the living room. Seokjin's apartment consists of dark woods and black upholstered furniture, and Hoseok sits on a large couch and looks out the window at the river in the distance. Seokjin joins him a moment later, setting a glass of water in front of Hoseok before sitting beside him.

"How are you feeling, fawn?" Seokjin asks gently, extending his arm and holding his hand out to Hoseok.

Hoseok scoots close to Seokjin and lets himself get wrapped in a loose embrace. He feels comfortable with Seokjin like this and smiles as he says, "Nervous. Really fucking nervous. But also really good."

Seokjin nods. "Good. I was worried I had scared you away when I came off the stage, and you were gone. Thank you for giving me another shot."

"Ah," Hoseok mutters. "Yeah, s-sorry, I just thought you and Jimin...I thought it was silly to wait around for someone who might not be interested in me."

"Did our earlier conversation not make it clear that I was interested in you?" Seokjin asks softly with a hint of sadness in his tone.

"Honestly..." Hoseok begins, reaching for the water. Seokjin's hand slips from his shoulder, and Hoseok takes a drink, sets the glass back down, and settles into Seokjin's hold once more. "I thought for sure you were into me, but when you went on stage I...I guess I got worried that maybe it was all just a game or something. And that you had someone else."

Hoseok looks at Seokjin to find him frowning. Seokjin lifts his hand and gently rubs the back of his fingers against Hoseok's cheek, and Hoseok lets his eyes flutter closed as he leans into the touch.

"No games, fawn. I promise. Moving forward I'll be perfectly clear, okay?"

Hoseok nods and smiles, and Seokjin's fingers move to his neck and rub down and up in a slow, soothing motion. When he opens his eyes, Seokjin is watching him with a soft smile that makes Hoseok's heart pound. He wants to initiate something, but he also wants Seokjin to have full control, so he waits for instruction.

"We should discuss boundaries and expectations," Seokjin says softly, and Hoseok nods.

"At the club, you agreed to impact play, begging, overstimulation and a little humiliation. Is that still what you want?"

Hoseok's cheeks warm, and he smiles as he softly mutters, "Yes, sir."

"What if I want to loosely restrain you with my hands, or something else that you can easily slip out of?"

Hoseok likes the sound of this, and his lips tremble as he replies, "Yes, sir."

"Do you want to have sex during this play?"

This question takes Hoseok by surprise, and he feels foolish for assuming there would be sex. Seokjin must sense his hesitance and asks, "Something the matter, fawn?"

"Oh, no," Hoseok responds. Seokjin's gaze is so steady and calm, Hoseok finds it disarming and looks down at the gold chain around his neck instead. He sounds nervous as he admits, "I guess I...assumed there would be sex involved."

"Ah," Seokjin says, and Hoseok lifts his gaze back to his face. "That's a common assumption, but sex isn't always necessary to enjoy the play. It depends on many factors, though, including what you like and how much you like it. And how good I take care of you. Some submissives even get gratification without orgasm, but if you hope to cum, that's something we can do."

Hoseok likes the idea of submitting to Seokjin and letting him work him up without sex being involved, though he also very much wants Seokjin to fuck him, despite not knowing him very well. There is something so alluring about Seokjin—not to mention Hoseok finds him very sexy. And, after all, he wants Seokjin to make him beg.

"I would like to have sex," Hoseok says, "but I would like it if we just do the impact play first to see how much I enjoy it."

"And kissing?" Seokjin asks with a soft smile.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok all but whispers. "I definitely want you to kiss me."

The tips of Seokjin's fingers touch the underside of Hoseok's chin and tip his head slightly upward, causing something in his tummy to swoop. Instinctively, Hoseok's mouth falls open as he lets out a shaky exhale.

Seokjin leans close and touches the tips of their noses together with a smirk, and Hoseok tips his head up a bit more but holds back. He wants Seokjin to kiss him so badly it makes his head spin.

"Before we begin, I have a few rules for you," Seokjin says.

Hoseok sighs quietly, already on the verge of begging, and only for something as simple as a kiss. Seokjin's rich, floral musk fills his senses, intoxicating him.

"I will be checking in periodically asking for your color, and I expect you to respond with either green, yellow or red. Do you know what these colors mean, fawn?"

Although Hoseok thinks he could guess what they mean, he shakes his head and mutters, "No, sir," gaze razor-focused on Seokjin's lips.

"Green means you like what we're doing and wish for me to continue. Yellow means you like what we're doing, but you need me to ease up, slow down, or change it up somehow. If you tell me yellow, I will ask what you need, and we will adjust as needed. And, finally, red means we stop, no questions asked. It doesn't have to mean that we are done, but it can if that's what you need."

The idea of doing anything that may require them to suddenly have to stop fills Hoseok with trepidation. As if reading Hoseok's mind, Seokjin says, "I know it sounds scary to have a hard stop option, but I assure you, I will do everything I can to make sure it does not ever come to that. It's just there to let you know that you're safe with me no matter what. But if, at any time, you do need me to slow down or stop, I need you to say yellow or red. Please do not wait for me to ask."

Hoseok tries to nod, though his movement is stifled by Seokjin's fingers, which still hold Hoseok's chin in place. Seokjin is a stranger. He has no reason to believe that he will take care of him the way he says he will, with the exception of watching him bring Jimin pleasure from flogging him on stage.

Of course, someone's behavior in public may vary from their behavior in private, but there is something about Seokjin that comforts Hoseok. Not to mention, Hoseok wants him. He wants him really bad.

"One last rule," Seokjin says after a pause, and Hoseok widens his eyes, eager to hear what he has to say. "You must address me as sir. If you do not, you will be punished. Understood, fawn?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds softly.

Seokjin grabs Hoseok by the throat and grips him gently but firmly, and Hoseok gasps, feeling a wave of fear and excitement rush through him.

"I didn't quite hear you," Seokjin says with a bite to his voice. "What did you say?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok blurts eagerly.

Hoseok wonders if Seokjin can feel his heart pound in his neck. He wonders if he is trembling or if he is just imagining things—if he is quite literally vibrating from excitement.

The grip on Hoseok's throat stays firm but is never too tight. Seokjin slowly begins to stand from the couch, and Hoseok stays in place, keeping his eyes on Seokjin, waiting to be told what to do.

"Stand for me, fawn," Seokjin instructs in a stern voice that sends a shiver through Hoseok.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok mutters as he stands, keeping his eyes on Seokjin.

Seokjin cocks his head and squints at Hoseok as if he is disappointed by what he sees, and Hoseok instantly feels aroused by the faint but obvious change in attitude.

"Is there anything you are not comfortable with me using while humiliating you?" Seokjin asks.

"Like what, sir?"

"Your intelligence, perhaps?"

Hoseok shakes his head. "No, sir."

"You're okay if I tell you what a dumb little slut you are?"

Hoseok nods; he likes it a lot. "Yes, sir."

"What about your useless little cock?"

Arousal tickles between Hoseok's legs, and he decides he'll have to unpack this later. "I don't mind, sir."

There is a pause while Seokjin searches Hoseok's face, clearly in thought. Then, with a smirk, he says, "Sometimes I use physical appearance as a form of mockery, but you are just too fucking pretty, fawn."

Hoseok's stomach does another swoop. Then, at risk of being punished, Hoseok says, "But neither smart enough nor endowed well enough?"

Seokjin's smirk breaks into a grin, and he scoffs. "If I stuck to telling truths, I would have no way to humiliate you, darling. Plus, I haven't had the pleasure of seeing your cock yet, so we can pretend, can't we?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds with a grin.

"Good," Seokjin says as he turns away and tugs Hoseok along by the throat. "Come with me."

Seokjin leads Hoseok through his living room, down a short, dark hallway, and into a dark room. He stops them in the doorway and fiddles with something until, slowly, the room is lit with a dim glow from several wall sconces. The room is spacious, with a bed to the left. Hoseok can't make out much beyond that, both from Seokjin blocking his eye line and from the lack of illumination from the sconces.

Hoseok is led to the bed, and Seokjin drops his hand from Hoseok's throat and tells him to stay put. Then he walks to a large wooden armoire just to the right of the bed and pulls two wooden doors wide open, surveying what he has inside. From where Hoseok stands, it is mostly shadows and silhouettes, but there appear to be leather items hanging that resemble floggers and crops.

The sound of Seokjin delicately reaching into the dark armoire and pulling out what appears to be a small black box seems loud. Louder than such soft sounds should be, and Hoseok wonders if his senses are heightened from excitement or if he is just imagining things. Seokjin turns to Hoseok with a smile and brings over the box, giving Hoseok a pensive look.

"I don't usually do this for people who I haven't played with before; I save it for when someone commits to being my submissive." Seokjin opens the thin black box, revealing what appears to be a black leather collar.

"But," Seokjin continues, pulling the collar from the box, "You look stunning with a choker, and I think you'd look even better in a collar, and I want you to know how it feels, if this is something you would like."

Hoseok nods and cracks a smile, feeling a swell of affection over the gesture. "I would like to wear the collar, sir."

Seokjin smirks and gently tosses the box onto a small table beside his bed. "Good. When you wear this collar, you are mine, little fawn. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds, feeling his heart pound.

Seokjin walks around Hoseok and unclasps his choker, letting it fall to the floor. Then, he brings the collar to his neck, then begins to fasten it.

"If you disobey me, I will punish you. Do you understand?"

There is something about the act of being collared and the heaviness of the leather accessory around his neck that makes Hoseok's head spin. He wants to be obedient—wants to be so good for Seokjin. "Yes, sir."

Two warm, firm hands rest on Hoseok's shoulders, and his eyes flutter closed as he relaxes under the touch, allowing his head to angle to the side as if inviting Seokjin to admire his new accessory.

Seokjin's voice is deep and soft in Hoseok's ear. "But, remember, fawn, that does not include using your safe colors. Saying yellow or red is never considered disobeying me, understood?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok mutters dreamily.

"Good," Seokjin says, voice more assertive. "Now strip for me."

Hoseok's eyes snap open, and he turns just enough to search Seokjin's face for any hint of mirth, finding only a straight expression. Seokjin lifts an eyebrow and says, "Did I not make myself clear?"

With a quick, nervous shake of the head that becomes a nod because Hoseok is not quite sure how to respond, he springs into action and begins to undo his belt buckle and shove his jeans down. Hoseok wears small black briefs that barely contain his semi-hard cock, and Seokjin walks around him, smiling as he watches him step out of his pants and kick them aside.

Then, Hoseok reaches for the bottom of his black crop top and begins to remove it. Seokjin catches the material just as Hoseok brings it over his head and has his arms in the air, and Seokjin tightens the shirt around his fist, binding both of Hoseok's arms. A gasp leaves Hoseok's lips, and he rests his restrained hands atop his head rather than fighting it—wanting to be held captive.

"Look at you," Seokjin coos as he runs his fingertips delicately over one of Hoseok's pecs, grazing softly over his nipple. The light touch sends a spark of arousal through Hoseok, and he lets out a pleased huff of air.

"You sure are pretty, fawn. I can't wait to mark you up and make you mine. Is that what you want, darling?"

"Yes, sir."

Seokjin's fingers trail lower, past Hoseok's ribs, down to his tummy, stopping at the waistline of his briefs. "If you're lucky, maybe I'll play with your pathetic cock. Does that sound good, darling?"

Hoseok wants to be touched now—wants it so badly he is practically panting. "Yes, sir."

Seokjin releases his hold on Hoseok and walks to his armoire for a tool, then to his bed. Hoseok drops his shirt to the floor as Seokjin grabs two pillows clad in light blue cases and stacks them in the center of the bed atop a deep blue comforter. Then, he gets onto the bed, sits on his knees beside the pillows and pats the top one with his hand.

"Come, fawn. I want you on your knees, bent over this."

Hoseok pauses, takes a deep, shaky breath and says, "Yes, sir," as he climbs onto the bed, crawls on his knees to the pillows, and bends over them.

"Take your time to get nice and comfortable, fawn."

Hoseok lays forward on his elbows with his ass in the air as he says, "Yes, sir."

"So obedient already," Seokjin purrs.

A large hand touches Hoseok's lower back, making him flinch from anticipation. Then, Hoseok eases into the feeling, relaxing under the warmth that radiates from his palm.

"Are you ready, fawn?"

"Yes, sir."

"This is a flogger," Seokjin says softly as several thin leather tails rest against Hoseok's lower back. He has seen a flogger before the stage show earlier in the night, and has some idea of what touches him, but he has never felt one before.

The leather lifts and falls against his skin, tickling at times, and Hoseok breathes through it and resists the urge to wiggle around. Then it lifts, and Hoseok takes in a deep breath, anticipating what is to come.

"I'm going to strike gently, now," Seokjin says, and Hoseok fists the blanket below him and lets out a shaky exhale.

The first strike against Hoseok's lower back is so light, he feels silly for expecting it to hurt. Then, Seokjin strikes Hoseok again, still so soft it nearly tickles, and then again and again, alternating left and right in a slow, steady rhythm. With each gentle strike, Hoseok lets out a soft puff of air. Despite it being too delicate to hurt, the skin is beginning to feel a little warm, and each strike is making the skin more sensitive.

"Color, fawn?"

"Green, sir."

Seokjin snaps the flogger a little harder on Hoseok's right side. The sound makes Hoseok flinch, but the actual pain is still so minimal, he almost feels silly for reacting. Still, with each snap, the skin becomes more and more sensitive until it begins to sting. Hoseok is a bit surprised by how good it makes him feel—by how arousal tickles between his legs with each snap of the flogger.

"Color?"

"Green, sir."

"Does it hurt at all, fawn?"

"It's beginning to feel sensitive and sting, sir. But it doesn't really hurt."

Seokjin moves up Hoseok's back, striking higher left and higher right, up to his shoulders and back down, just above the original strike zone. It feels good, relaxing, even, and Hoseok sinks into the feeling, letting his head hang low while Seokjin flogs up to his shoulder blades and back down.

"Ready for me to try harder strikes, fawn?" Seokjin asks as he runs the tails of the flogger up and down the center of Hoseok's back. The feeling tickles once more, and Hoseok shivers under its touch.

"Yes, sir."

"If you want me to ease off, what do you say?"

"Yellow, sir."

The flogger lifts and is replaced by Seokjin's hand, which rubs from the small of Hoseok's back, up to his neck. "Good pet," he praises.

Seokjin lifts his hand, waits a beat, then strikes Hoseok much harder on his lower right side. The crack of the leather against Hoseok's skin is loud—much too loud for how little it hurt. But it does sting—a sharp, delicious feeling that spreads into the numbness throughout the sensitive skin that had been previously stricken.

Hoseok moans. It comes out rather involuntarily—his body tenses and relaxes so quickly he sinks forward as a deep sound of pleasure spills from his lips. His cock responds—slowly, the blood flows—and for the first time, Hoseok gets it.

"What a pretty sound you made, fawn," Seokjin purrs.

Seokjin strikes Hoseok again, just as hard on the opposite side, and Hoseok moans as he says, "Th—ohhh—thank you, sir."

Hoseok thinks he hears Seokjin groan, but he isn't sure. He would like to think he is having an effect on Seokjin—likes the idea of turning Seokjin on as much as Seokjin turns him on. His nerves are on fire, skin ablaze, and he desperately wants to be wholly consumed.

The flogger strikes Hoseok at a steady pace, cracking against his skin so loud, stinging him so good, Hoseok gasps and moans and writhes against the pillow. His hips twitch each time the leather licks his sore skin, forcing it to become more and more sensitive to the touch until, finally, it hurts.

"Color, fawn?"

"Gr—ahhh—green, sir!"

Seokjin changes where he strikes, hitting fresh spots that have never been touched, then returning to used plots of skin that feel angry under the leather. Hoseok's moans and whimpers alternate between sweet and soft, and deep and needy, depending on where the leather touches down, and the more unpredictable each strike becomes, the more Hoseok's head begins to spin. He wonders if his skin looks as pretty as Jimin's had looked, with pretty red streaks and raised white welts.

This is heaven, Hoseok thinks. This is joy and pleasure and everything he has ever wanted. All of that and so much more.

Then, all at once, Seokjin stops. Hoseok trembles against the pillow, grips tightly to the sheet below him and resists the urge to whine. He wants more—wants his skin to break open and for the tails of the flogger to entwine with his sinew and become him.

"You like this a lot, don't you, fawn?"

Hoseok nods his head and mutters a weak, "uh-huh."

A hand crashes against Hoseok's ass—open palm and firm—smacking him harder than he has ever been spanked before. Hoseok squeals and squeezes the pillow below him, and it occurs to him what he has done wrong.

"I didn't quite hear you, fawn; what was that?"

"Yes, sir!" Hoseok responds eagerly. "I love it, sir."

"Now that I've warmed you up, the real fun can begin," Seokjin says in a deep, playful tone that makes Hoseok nervous and so terribly excited.

"Would you like that, fawn? Do you want to have some fun?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok says, turning his head to the left in a feeble attempt to look at Seokjin.

"Turn around for me and sit up on your knees," Seokjin commands.

Hoseok sits up on his knees as he mutters, "Yes, sir," and shoves the pillows away toward the head of the bed before turning around to face Seokjin.

A pleased smirk greets Hoseok, and deep, blown-out pupils. Seokjin is still dressed in his sheer sleeveless top and black slacks, sitting high on his knees, and Hoseok mimics his posture and sits the same way.

Seokjin's eyes rove down Hoseok's body, stop at the hard bulge in his small black briefs, and then raise back to Hoseok's gaze as an eyebrow cocks. He crawls forward on his knees until he is directly in front of Hoseok, saying, "You really liked that, hmm, fawn?"

Warmth floods Hoseok's cheeks and spreads down to his chest. Never has he been so blatantly looked at before—not like that. "Y-yes, sir."

"May I touch you?" Seokjin asks softly.

"Please, sir," Hoseok all but whispers.

Seokjin's left hand raises to Hoseok's jaw before he has a chance to comprehend the movement, and Hoseok gasps, feeling arousal and anticipation quake through him. Seokjin cocks his head to the side and sneers at Hoseok, and Hoseok wonders if he might shrink under his gaze.

"Such a pretty little slut, aren't you?" Seokjin teases bitterly as he gently squeezes Hoseok's jaw.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok whines.

"I can't believe your useless little cock is already hard, just from flogging. You must be really desperate, hmm?"

Hoseok trembles. Never before has his cock been berated, and he cannot quite comprehend why he finds it so appealing. "Yes, sir," he says softly.

"Arms up, over your head," Seokjin commands, and Hoseok does as he is told, responding, "Yes, sir."

They watch one another, eyes searching between eyes, falling to lips and floating back up. Hoseok wants Seokjin to kiss him so badly, he thinks he might go crazy.

Seokjin must read the desperation on Hoseok's face, and he pouts, pushing his plush lips out as his eyes widen and downturn. It is a mocking expression that makes Hoseok feel small—makes some small part of him feel embarrassed. Then, Seokjin lifts his right hand and twists the flogger, gently striking Hoseok's pec, grazing leather over his nipple, and Hoseok shakes under the impact as a shattered moan punches through his lips.

"Color, pet?"

"Green, sir."

The grip on Hoseok's jaw tightens just enough to hurt ever so slightly, and he continues to gently flog Hoseok's pec, down over his ribs, against his tummy, and up to his clavicle. Each strike makes Hoseok tremble and gasp—the particularly good ones make him moan.

"So responsive," Seokjin teases and grins. "So needy."

"Needy for you, sir," Hoseok groans, shaking as leather kisses his nipple.

Seokjin hums, but it sounds more like a growl. "My pretty, pretty slut."

A devious grin tugs at Seokjin's lips, and he spits on Hoseok's lips. Hoseok is too stunned to gasp, though soft sounds do pass his lips as the flogger continues to strike his skin, on his chest and ribs, in no discernable pattern.

"Color?"

"Green, sir," Hoseok says, resisting the urge to lick the spit from his mouth. It runs down to his chin, leaving a cold streak in its wake. He keeps his eyes on Seokjin.

Seokjin picks up the pace and strength of his strikes and flogs Hoseok's sides, down his ribs and over his hip, to the side of his thigh. The leather wraps and hits sensitive skin on the back of his thigh, and Hoseok trembles and hisses, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Color?"

"Green, sir," Hoseok mutters, opening his eyes. Seokjin grins.

"You really do like the pain, hmm, fawn?"

"I do, sir."

Seokjin stares at Hoseok's mouth as he flogs him, and Hoseok wonders what he sees. Is it the way his lips tremble with each strike? Is it how he drags his lower lip between his teeth when it really hurts? Hoseok wonders if he likes the view—if perhaps Seokjin wants to kiss him just as badly.

The weight of Seokjin's grip on Hoseok's jaw is beginning to feel like home—like Seokjin's hand is an extension of Hoseok's body, right where it belongs. Hoseok leans into it as his legs begin to shudder, too tired to hold his weight any longer.

Seokjin halts flogging and presses down on Hoseok's jaw as if telling him to sit. Hoseok sits, crashing his ass against his ankles before spreading his legs and landing on the mattress. His jaw is still in Seokjin's grasp, which lets up only a little.

"I want to kiss you," Seokjin says so softly, Hoseok wonders if he imagined it.

"Please, sir," Hoseok mutters anyway.

Seokjin cocks his head. "Please, what?"

Hoseok doesn't miss a beat—doesn't think twice. "Please kiss me, sir."

A smile tugs at Seokjin's lips before his tongue darts out to wet them, and Hoseok watches each movement intently.

"Please, sir," Hoseok tries again. "Please kiss me."

"You're really enjoying yourself," Seokjin says, towering over Hoseok.

Hoseok attempts to nod. "Yes, sir. I am."

Seokjin must drop the flogger as Hoseok feels fingertips feather-light graze his cock. He moans and quakes in Seokjin's grasp, eyelashes fluttering, pleading with his eyes.

"Please, sir," Hoseok whines.

The touch travels up, along Hoseok's hip, over sensitive skin on his ribs, to his nipple. Seokjin's hand on Hoseok's jaw is the only thing tethering him to reality—keeping his body from melting like hot wax and his soul from escaping and floating through the ceiling and out into the warm summer night.

"Please, please, sir," Hoseok whispers.

"Desperation looks so good on you," Seokjin teases. "Look how responsive you are to my touch. How easily you unravel just for me."

Hoseok feels frustrated, like a live wire flooded with electricity. Never has he wanted anything so badly—no, not want, need. He needs to be touched—needs to be kissed and fucked and devoured before he explodes.

"Please, sir," Hoseok mutters on the verge of tears. The collar is heavy around his throat, and he wants Seokjin to claim him. "Please, please."

Seokjin leans over Hoseok, grips onto his jaw tight enough to make Hoseok whimper, and licks over his lips in a long, slow motion. Hoseok moans, feeling pleasure burst and bloom through him while his mouth falls as slack as it can in his grasp. He needs more. More, more, more.

"Please, sir," Hoseok tries, "I've been so good."

A soft smile plays at Seokjin's lips for a split moment, then turns cruel as Seokjin glares down at Hoseok. He opens his mouth and slowly allows a dribble of spit to fall from his mouth onto Hoseok's, and Hoseok darts out his tongue to catch it.

"You have been so good, haven't you?"

Seokjin's fingertips dance over Hoseok's clavicle and shoulder, and down his back. The skin is especially sensitive on his back, and Hoseok whines and gasps as pain and pleasure blend beautifully with every touch.

"Yes, sir."

Hoseok's chest heaves. His heart pounds, and he steadies himself with both hands against the mattress beside him. His back bows as if he is offering himself to Seokjin—waiting for more.

Seokjin releases Hoseok's jaw and repositions himself on his knees before him. "Keep your hands where they are and don't move them," Seokjin commands as he leans forward and gently kisses Hoseok's collarbone. The touch is so light, yet Hoseok's entire body responds, trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Lips travel up, toward Hoseok's neck, and Hoseok lolls his head to the side, gasping and relishing in each touch. He has been so good, he knows he has, and he keeps his hands where they are, anchoring him to the bed despite wanting to wrap his arms around Seokjin and pull him close—he knows he has to keep being good if he doesn't want this to stop.

The hand on Hoseok's back opens, fingers flayed, and he gently tugs Hoseok closer, gripping onto sore skin as his soft, moist lips tease Hoseok's neck. Hoseok mewls and gasps, and his neglected cock twitches and leaks in his briefs.

"Please, sir," Hoseok whispers.

"Am I not kissing you, fawn?" Seokjin teases, grazing his teeth over Hoseok's throat just above the collar and nipping at the skin.

Hoseok feels driven mad by desire, as if slowly and carefully, Seokjin is pulling him apart and plucking away all semblance of sanity he may have. Keeping his hands in place proves more and more difficult, and he fists the comforter tightly so that he won't let go, whispering, "Please," over and over again like a prayer.

Hands find Hoseok's shoulders, and Seokjin leans back just enough to make Hoseok open his eyes and search for him—enough to make him wonder why Seokjin has stopped kissing and nipping at his skin. Seokjin's eyes are dark and hungry, and they burn through Hoseok, making him squirm.

"You really are the perfect submissive," Seokjin praises in a voice so deep, Hoseok fears he may drown.

"Thank you, sir," Hoseok whimpers.

A smirk pulls at Seokjin's pouty lips. "I've barely touched you with my hands, and you're so pliant and eager for me."

Seokjin leans in close, ghosting hot breath over Hoseok's face as he says, "Just imagine how good you'll be when I fuck you."

Hoseok can't help the needy groan that falls from his lips; never has he been this turned on before. "Please, sir, please," he whines, gripping the blanket so tightly his hands ache.

"Relax, fawn," Seokjin coos with a smile, and Hoseok melts like honey, releasing his hold on the comforter and letting his shoulders fall.

Seokjin kisses Hoseok's jaw, and Hoseok trembles, smiling beneath the touch. Perhaps this could be enough, Hoseok tells himself. This eager yet tamed bliss in Seokjin's hold could be enough. He feels good, cared for and praised; perhaps he doesn't need more.

But he craves more—he craves it so fucking badly.

Seokjin flicks his tongue over Hoseok's bottom lip and sucks it gently between his teeth, and every nerve on Hoseok's body sings to life—he is certain he has never needed anything more as Seokjin hums a pleased sound, making Hoseok moan, low and charged, as his eyelashes flutter. Gently, Seokjin's arms wrap around Hoseok's back, pinning his arms to his sides, and Seokjin licks into his mouth, exploring and tasting and pulling more sounds from Hoseok's throat.

Hoseok kisses back—twists his tongue in a gentle game of tug of war, eager to taste and explore the semi-sweet cavern between Seokjin's lips. Both men moan, and Seokjin pulls Hoseok close, causing his palms to lift from the bed.

"You taste so sweet, fawn," Seokjin groans against Hoseok's lips. “Do I detect strawberry lip gloss?”

Hoseok’s cheeks warm as he mutters, "Yes. Thank you, sir."

"Did you get bottom ready before coming to the club tonight?"

Hoseok's eyes open wide, and he nods, first humming a pitchy "uh-huh" before quickly remembering his place and muttering, "Y-yes, sir."

Seokjin grins and says in a deep, mocking tone, "My slutty little fawn prepped himself to get fucked tonight, hmm?"

"Yes, sir."

"Just cleaned, or did you stretch yourself too?"

"No, sir. Just cleaned."

"Good. I was hoping I would get to stretch you. Let's have a look, then, shall we?" Seokjin says, releasing his hold around Hoseok.

"S-sir?" Hoseok stammers, leaning back against his hands.

Seokjin cocks an eyebrow and says, "Stand and bend over the bed for me," in a rich, commanding tone.

Hoseok fumbles, practically falling back as he attempts to move with so little space to do so. Seokjin doesn't back up or give him leg room, and he ends up scooting back, twisting around, and sliding off the side of the mattress. He spins and bends over the edge of the bed with his face down and ass in the air, and suddenly, he feels nervous.

In the past, sex has simply happened. His partner stretched him out, or he stretched them out, and everything transpired rather mechanically without any fanfare or need for discussion. But now, Seokjin is getting off the bed to stand beside him after telling him that he wants to have a look at him, and worry begins to crawl up Hoseok's throat.

Delicate fingertips dance across Hoseok's shoulders, down his back, and he trembles under the touch. His skin no longer feels as hot, but there are spots that are more sensitive than others, and he jolts involuntarily as Seokjin lightly teases those areas. He lets out a deep exhale, almost forgetting his worries, but then Seokjin's fingers snake below the hem of Hoseok's briefs and slowly tug down, and his heart begins to pound.

Hoseok lifts his hips so Seokjin can pull the briefs over his hard cock, and Seokjin leaves the garment just under Hoseok's ass, around his thighs. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as Seokjin's warm hands firmly grab his buttcheeks and give them a light squeeze, causing Hoseok to gasp.

"So pretty," Seokjin groans as his hands rub up to Hoseok's lower back and back down again. "And all for me."

Seokjin's words calm and reassure Hoseok enough to relax against the mattress. "All for you, sir," he mutters.

One of Seokjin's hands lifts and crashes down, spanking Hoseok hard and loud. Hoseok jolts and moans a pitchy, pained sound, clawing at the comforter below him as his cock digs into the mattress. Seokjin rubs over the spot, soothing the pain, then smacks Hoseok again, just as hard as before, and Hoseok muffles his scream against the bed and trembles hard in Seokjin's touch.

"Color, fawn?"

Hoseok hesitates and almost says yellow, but as the pain from the spankings settles over him, he decides he wants more. "Green, sir."

Seokjin removes his other hand from Hoseok, and he seems to change positions. Hoseok can't tell what he is doing, and he doesn't want to look—he only wants to find out through touch what Seokjin has in store for him.

A hand squeezes the cheek that hasn't been spanked, then rubs over the skin before lifting, crashing in a loud smack, and squeezing again. It hurts and feels so good, and Hoseok moans and drools against the deep blue blanket. Another spanking crashes against the other cheek, sore and stinging, and Hoseok pushes out a shattered, soundless breath.

"Color?"

"Green, sir," Hoseok rasps.

Seokjin spanks more, alternating softer smacks with just the tips of his fingers and full, open-handed smacks that force Hoseok to squirm against the bed. He rubs and spanks and squeezes in no discernable pattern, surprising Hoseok with each movement, just as before. It is dizzying, and Hoseok pants and drools, eager for more.

Without warning, Seokjin shoves Hoseok's briefs to his ankles, spreads his legs, forcing Hoseok to stumble out of the garment with one foot, and he rubs his hands up the backs of Hoseok's thighs and spreads his ass wide. He must be on his knees as his tongue comes from below, over Hoseok's balls, along his perineum and across his rim.

A deep, shattered moan tumbles from Hoseok's throat. Seokjin's tongue is warm, wet heaven, and Hoseok whimpers expletives as Seokjin twists his tongue over Hoseok's ass, teasing his hole with a rich, hungry groan. He grips onto the comforter and moans as pleasure rocks through him at an intoxicating speed.

"You taste so good, fawn," Seokjin groans as he nips at Hoseok's skin, squeezing his ass.

"Thank you, sir," Hoseok moans. "F-feels so good."

Seokjin groans and rubs his hands slowly over Hoseok's thighs. "Is that right, pet? You like the way I lick your tight little asshole?"

Nobody has ever spoken to Hoseok this way before. It is exhilarating despite making Hoseok want to curl in on himself and hide his blushing cheeks. He loves it.

His voice is meek as he pants, "Yes, sir."

Seokjin's hands slide back to Hoseok's ass and spread him wide, and Hoseok holds his breath in anticipation. The tip of Seokjin's tongue teases his rim, drawing small circles over the puckered skin, then dips inside and stretches him ever so gently.

"F-f-fuck," Hoseok moans, letting out a breath he held in. His body sinks further into the mattress as pleasure unravels its fiery tendrils and grips him tightly. How foolish he was to think he had been on the brink of being consumed by the blaze earlier when the glorious depths of hell were awaiting him.

Seokjin eats Hoseok's ass like a man starved, alternating lapping over his hole in sloppy, hungry motions and plunging his tongue in, only to swirl around inside him before pulling out. One of Seokjin's hands crashes down on Hoseok's ass, and he chokes out a sob, overwhelmed by how good he feels. Hoseok moans and trembles as the threat of orgasm looms over him.

"Fuck," Hoseok whines, "I could cum like this."

"You could, hmm?" Seokjin groans, pulling back enough to make Hoseok feel desperate.

Then, Seokjin blows a teasing stream of air against Hoseok's hole, forcing a shiver down his back, and he chuckles and says, "Then perhaps I should make you cum," and dives back in.

This time, Seokjin's movements are not sloppy as he licks and penetrates, building Hoseok's pleasure faster than before. Hoseok's hips rut, rubbing his cock against the mattress and sending sparks of arousal shooting through him. Although there is some friction caused by the comforter, Hoseok has never cum untouched before, and he is shocked that he is getting so close, so easily.

A hand crashes down on Hoseok's ass, and he sobs as his body quakes and his hips buck. The pressure on his cock is overwhelming, and he feels so close to orgasm, all he can do is lay pliant as the feeling builds.

"S-so close, sir," Hoseok moans, gripping onto the comforter.

Seokjin groans and smacks Hoseok's ass, then squeezes it, over and over while his lips and tongue ensnare Hoseok further and further into the depths of pleasure. Hoseok feels nervous about just shooting his load on the blanket, but Seokjin hasn't slowed or stopped or given any further instruction, so he continues to allow himself to be wholly overwhelmed. As Seokjin squeezes Hoseok's ass and spears him on his tongue, Hoseok's hips shake just hard enough to push him over the edge.

"F-fuck, sir, I'm c-cum—ahhh—"

Stars burst behind Hoseok's eyes as he sprays his release onto the comforter, smearing it on his tummy. Seokjin licks Hoseok's rim in slow, long laps as he rides his high. Once the trembling begins to subside, and Hoseok's moans fade into panting, Seokjin's hands and mouth leave his skin—leave him bent over the bed sticky with his own cum.

"Stand, fawn," Seokjin instructs.

Hoseok's chest heaves as he pushes off the bed, anchored on his palms as he finds his balance to stand. There is movement and rustling around to Hoseok's right, near the bedside table, and Hoseok rolls his head, stretching his neck, with his eyes closed.

"Turn around," Seokjin instructs.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok mutters as he turns.

Seokjin is still fully clothed, and he stands before Hoseok with a bottle of lube in his hand and his chin slick with drool. Seokjin glances at Hoseok's cum-smeared tummy and smirks.

"Your pathetic cock made a mess, fawn," Seokjin teases as he steps closer.

"Sorry, sir," Hoseok responds softly.

Seokjin smirks. "You'll just have to make it up to me."

"H-how, sir?"

Seokjin tosses the bottle of lube to the bed and gently takes Hoseok's chin in both hands, pulling him into a slow, deep kiss. Hoseok can taste tangy hints of himself on Seokjin's tongue, and he moans as Seokjin licks and sucks and claims his mouth.

"Ready for more, fawn?" Seokjin groans against Hoseok's lips.

Seokjin never answered Hoseok's question, but he nods in shallow movements, anyway. "Yes, sir."

"That's my greedy little slut. Down on your knees, fawn."

Hoseok's breath hitches, and he mutters, "Yes, sir," as he sinks down to his knees.

"Have you sucked a cock before, fawn?"

"Yes, sir."

"Have you had your face fucked?"

"N-no, sir."

Seokjin hums, looking down at Hoseok with a smirk. "I figured. We'll see what you're comfortable with. How about swallowing cum?"

"I never have, sir."

This seems to please Seokjin, whose smirk blooms into a grin. Seokjin palms over his crotch, and Hoseok's eyes follow the movement, finding a sizable bulge in his slacks. Then, Seokjin takes a step forward, crowding Hoseok's space, and tugs his zipper down, and Hoseok sits high on his knees as his heart booms in his ears.

"Show me what a good little slut you are and open your mouth, fawn. Tongue out, with your hands on your knees."

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds, eyes on Seokjin's bulge. He obeys, opening his mouth and holding his tongue out flat while his hands gently grip just above his knees.

Seokjin reaches into his fly and pulls out his cock—long and thick and glistening with precum. Hoseok can't help but gasp, eyes widening as he watches Seokjin stroke his length, unsure how he will fit it in his mouth, while saliva pools at the end of his tongue and dribbles down the underside, to his chin.

"Look at you, drooling for my cock already," Seokjin teases. "So desperate for me."

With Seokjin's free hand, he takes Hoseok by the chin and pulls him close. Drool runs down Hoseok's chin, over his collar and along his throat, and he glances up at Seokjin's face. Seokjin's mouth falls open as he angles his cock forward and taps it against Hoseok's tongue.

"So obedient and good for me," Seokjin groans. "Greedy sluts like you are always so eager to please."

Warmth floods Hoseok's cheeks. He knows that this is all part of their agreement, but he still can't help but feel shame creep up whenever Seokjin degrades him. But more than that, he enjoys being called a slut. The feeling is so at odds with how he thinks he should feel, that it just makes him want Seokjin to do it more.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok slurs in agreement as best as he can with his tongue hanging out.

With a scoff, Seokjin taps his cock against Hoseok's tongue again. Then, he holds it in place between Hoseok's lips, and Hoseok does his best to hold his mouth open as wide as he can. Seokjin's cock is heavy and velvety against his tongue, and Hoseok fights the urge to swallow him down until he gags, waiting for instruction.

Seokjin cocks his head, squints down at Hoseok and says, "Suck."

Hoseok closes his lips around Seokjin's cock and pushes his head forward, sucking several inches into his mouth before feeling the need to breathe and pulling back. Seokjin groans and gently takes Hoseok by the back of the head, tangling his fingers into his hair. Nervous that Seokjin might try to fuck his face, Hoseok breathes in quickly through his nose just as Seokjin presses his cock slowly into his mouth.

"That's it, fawn," Seokjin groans as he pulls his cock back, "breathe steadily through your nose."

Hoseok has sucked cock before, but never with the intent to make someone cum. It has always been a means to get someone hard, a few licks up and down the shaft followed by a mediocre, half-hearted suck. It is not that he has never wanted to please someone before; he has just never had partners that were terribly exciting. Seokjin, however, is extremely exciting.

Slowly, Seokjin begins to thrust his hips, sliding his cock into Hoseok's mouth and back out, never so deep or hard that it makes him gag. Hoseok finds a rhythm breathing in as Seokjin pulls his cock back and breathing out slowly as he pushes his cock forward.

Then, once Hoseok is comfortable, Seokjin says, "Tap my leg if you need me to stop," pushes his cock deep into Hoseok's mouth, and holds it. Hoseok has already exhaled through his nose, but he feels fine, at first, with Seokjin's cock almost touching his throat. But when Seokjin doesn't let up, Hoseok begins to panic with the need to breathe.

Hoseok wonders if he should tap out or continue to try to hold his breath. He doesn't want to show weakness, which he realizes is a ridiculous way to look at this situation, considering his airflow is cut off. But then Seokjin pulls his cock all the way out, bringing with it thick strings of saliva from Hoseok's throat, and he rubs Hoseok's cheek sweetly as Hoseok gasps for air.

"You didn't tap me," Seokjin says softly, gazing down at Hoseok with a smile.

"I almost gagged, sir."

Seokjin bends at the waist bringing his face nice and low, and says, "And what if I wanted you to gag?"

"Oh."

With an amused hum, Seokjin stands, takes Hoseok by the head, and thrusts into Hoseok's mouth. And this time, when Seokjin holds his cock in place, Hoseok allows the urge to gag to come over him. Saliva pools in Hoseok's mouth, and all at once, his throat contracts, and he pushes back against Seokjin's hand.

At first, for a split moment, Seokjin holds him in place, and Hoseok considers tapping out, but then he lets up, and Hoseok heaves as Seokjin's cock slides away, leaving him gasping for air.

"Very good, fawn," Seokjin praises, petting the side of Hoseok's cheek as he fights to catch his breath. Saliva drips from Hoseok's chin, and he keeps his hands on his knees. "How do you feel?" he asks once Hoseok's breathing has steadied.

Hoseok clears his throat, which feels a bit sore. "Good, sir. That wasn't as bad as I thought."

"Good," Seokjin says. "We're going to do it again, only this time when I pull back, I'm going to thrust forward again, so try to regulate your breathing. If you can't get it right away, tap me and I'll let you catch your breath."

"Yes, sir."

Seokjin slides his cock into Hoseok's throat, holds it until Hoseok begins to gag and pulls it out. Hoseok wants to cough or swallow down the thick saliva that pooled quickly, but Seokjin presses forward too fast, and all Hoseok can manage is a deep, gasping inhale. Tears collect in Hoseok's eyes as Seokjin thrusts into his throat, then pulls out, in, and out, and he gasps and heaves and gasps and heaves until finally, Seokjin pulls all the way out.

This time, Hoseok pants, but he doesn't feel the urge to cough, and he swallows down the saliva that has pooled, blinking tears from his eyes. Thick strings of spit connect Hoseok's lips to Seokjin's cock, and only when Hoseok smiles do they begin to pop.

"I think you lied to me when you said you've never done this before," Seokjin teases, bending and taking Hoseok's drool-covered chin gently in his hand.

"No, sir; I would never lie to you," Hoseok responds, batting his moist eyelashes playfully.

Seokjin crashes their lips together, licking hungrily into Hoseok's mouth, and Hoseok whimpers, feeling arousal surge through him. Seokjin's kiss is eager and messy, and when he pulls back, he looks just as breathless as Hoseok feels.

"I'm gonna fuck that pretty face of yours, and then I'm gonna cum on your tongue; sound good, fawn?"

"Yes, sir."

Hoseok holds his mouth open, sticks his tongue out, and Seokjin stands and slides his cock fast and deep. He thrusts, and Hoseok holds his mouth open, doing his best to find a rhythm and breathe through his nose. Then, Seokjin holds his cock in place, lodged into his throat, and Hoseok relaxes as much as he can before the urge to gag overtakes him.

"God, just look at you with my cock shoved deep into your throat," Seokjin growls. Hoseok begins to gag, and Seokjin pulls out and thrusts forward, holding his cock in place again.

"Look at me," Seokjin commands, and Hoseok obeys, looking up toward Seokjin with wide eyes. Hoseok blinks away tears, sending one falling down his cheek, and Seokjin grins. "Such a good little slut. So perfect for me."

Seokjin pulls out and thrusts in, out and in, and Hoseok does his best to steady his breathing, but the saliva in his mouth is beginning to feel stifling. Hoseok heaves during a thrust, feeling the sudden urge to vomit, and Seokjin stops with his cock thrust forward, but not as far as before.

"Swallow," Seokjin commands.

Although Hoseok understands what the word swallow means, he hesitates and knits his eyebrows as if to ask Seokjin to clarify. But then he tries it, despite feeling as though the act would be impossible, and he not only clears away much of the spit threatening to choke him, but Seokjin lets out a deep, pitchy moan, which goes straight to Hoseok's cock.

"That's it, fawn; god, your throat feels so good."

Hoseok swallows once more, and Seokjin trembles, then he bends forward and lightly slaps Hoseok on the cheek as he says, "That's my perfect little slut."

This time, when Seokjin thrusts, his movements are hard and fast and Hoseok struggles to keep up. Breathing becomes a challenge, and he can't find a good time to swallow down any of the spit that collects. Seokjin's cock is thick, and sucking it for this long is making Hoseok's jaw sore, but he doesn't mind that part; in fact, he likes it.

Seokjin's fingers grip tightly to Hoseok's hair, tugging painfully at the strands, and Hoseok whimpers and moans as Seokjin fucks his face. Then, Seokjin's thrusts become sloppy and deep, throwing Hoseok off what little rhythm he has, and Hoseok nearly lifts his hand to tap out and catch his breath when Seokjin mutters, "Hold your mouth open," and pulls all the way out.

Hoseok sticks his tongue out flat as he breathes heavily, doing his best to swallow down saliva and catch his breath while Seokjin keeps his cock just above his mouth as he strokes his length in slow movements. His hand tightens in Hoseok's hair once more, and he moans as his release shoots from his cock and onto Hoseok's lip and tongue.

"So good for me," Seokjin groans as he squeezes the tip of his cock to get the final drops of cum. "Keep your mouth open."

Seokjin's cum is thick and tangy on Hoseok's tongue, and he holds his mouth open, staring at Seokjin through tear-clouded eyes, waiting for instruction. When Seokjin finally says, "Swallow," Hoseok closes his mouth, resists the slight urge to gag, and swallows Seokjin's release.

The room falls silent, save for the sounds of both men catching their breath. Hoseok admires the sheen of sweat over Seokjin's forehead and neck; the man is devastatingly pretty. Seokjin undoes the button on his slacks and pushes them down to the floor, then removes his tight black briefs and his mesh sleeveless shirt.

Despite having more than enough opportunity to admire Seokjin's broad shoulders and firm muscles, seeing him shirtless makes Hoseok gawk. If he wasn't already drooling, surely the sight of Seokjin nude would have gotten his salivary glands going.

"Like what you see, fawn?" Seokjin asks teasingly, pulling Hoseok's attention to his gorgeous face.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok rasps, throat sore from being fucked.

"Good," Seokjin says with a soft smile as he motions with his hand for Hoseok to stand.

Hoseok stands slowly. His toes tingle and his muscles are sore from sitting on his knees for so long, so he lets out a little groan as he gets to his feet. Seokjin holds out a hand in case he needs assistance, but he makes it just fine on his own.

Once Hoseok is standing, Seokjin pulls him into another slow, deep kiss, groaning as he licks into Hoseok's mouth, and Hoseok wonders if Seokjin can taste himself on his tongue. Drool streaks down past Hoseok's pecs, turning cold before drying to his skin.

"You're doing so well, fawn," Seokjin says against Hoseok's lips. "Do you need to take a break?"

"No, sir," Hoseok responds, opening his eyes to look at Seokjin, who is too close to be in focus. "I need you to fuck me."

Seokjin sucks Hoseok's bottom lip between his teeth, and they moan in tandem. "My greedy little slut needs my cock, hmm?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok whimpers.

"Bend over for me."

"Yes, sir."

Hoseok turns to the bed and bends over once more, avoiding the dark spot where he came earlier and taking handfuls of the comforter to hold onto. Seokjin, however, has other plans.

"Hands on your ass, fawn. Spread yourself for me."

"Yes, sir," Hoseok mutters as he reaches back and grabs onto his buttcheeks with both hands. Seokjin grabs the lube bottle from where he tossed it—beside where Hoseok has laid his head—and Hoseok hears the sound of the bottle clicking open and being squeezed.

Cold, slick fingers graze Hoseok's asshole, and Hoseok flinches, nearly letting his grasp on himself slip. Seokjin circles Hoseok's rim with the pad of one finger and slowly pushes it in, nice and deep.

Hoseok gasps and moans, letting out a deep, shattered exhale. Seokjin's tongue opened him enough to be able to handle his finger, but he still has to catch his breath from the sudden intrusion.

"Color, fawn?"

"Green!" Hoseok chokes out, already eager for more.

Seokjin pushes his finger further and pulls it out, in and out, and Hoseok's legs tremble from the sensation. Just one finger feels so good, Hoseok struggles to keep his hands on his ass.

A second finger presses in slowly, then pulls out, and Hoseok chokes out a silent gasp. Seokjin doesn't give Hoseok much time to catch his breath, though he does take it nice and slow, and Hoseok reminds himself that he can say yellow or red if he needs to. Seokjin twists his fingers as he pulls them out, and the sensation is so overwhelmingly good, Hoseok nearly begs for him to slow down, but he breathes through it and grips onto his soft skin tightly.

Seokjin scissors and spins the two fingers, getting Hoseok nice and stretched. And finally, when the sensation stops feeling so intense, Hoseok begins to beg, “More, sir. Please.”

With a hum, Seokjin’s twists and thrusts become a little more rough as he purrs, "Greedy, greedy."

"Please, sir!"

Hoseok's cock is hard once more and pressed against the mattress as it had been before, and he desperately wants to feel Seokjin's cock before he makes another mess of himself. "Please, please, please," he begs under his breath.

A hand grabs onto Hoseok's hair and yanks his head from the comforter, and Hoseok cries out from the pain of strands pulling. Seokjin's hot breath is close to his cheek, and his fingers are lodged even deeper into his ass, fucking into him with loud squelching smacks.

"Is this what you want, fawn? Hmm? Want me to fuck you nice and hard? You're so slutty you can't wait for me to stretch you properly?"

Hoseok whines and moans from the pain mixed with pleasure. Pulled taut like a bow, he struggles to whimper, "Yes, sir."

Seokjin presses Hoseok's head into the mattress and holds his palm over his cheek, holding firmly as he pulls his hand out and inserts a third finger. The stretch makes Hoseok squeal—it is rough, and he needs more lube—but he feels so good, he doesn't call for Seokjin to slow down or stop.

The hand eases from Hoseok's face, however, and Seokjin pops open the bottle of lube. He squirts it directly onto Hoseok's ass and lets out a deep, sardonic chuckle when Hoseok writhes and whines from the sudden feeling of cold liquid hitting his skin. Then, the hand returns to Hoseok's head and presses him down as three fingers begin to stretch him. The feeling is so incredible, all Hoseok can do is gasp and drool. It is too much, yet he so desperately wants more.

Although he is rough, Seokjin is careful, twisting and penetrating in ways that never scrape or poke with his fingernails. Hoseok's once more neglected cock leaks precum onto his tummy, and he digs his fingers into his skin, doing his best to hold himself open. Then, Seokjin inserts a fourth finger, and the intensity is so great that Hoseok's body shakes, and his hands slip from his cheeks.

A loud, heavy smack lands on Hoseok's ass, and he cries out and scrambles to hold himself spread. "I gave you an instruction, fawn. Spread yourself for me."

"S-sorry, sir," Hoseok whimpers, digging his fingers into his soft flesh.

The fourth finger nearly breaks him. Hoseok gasps and pants and whimpers with each slow thrust. And yet, he never calls for Seokjin to slow down. By the time he is finally stretched on four fingers, Hoseok is covered in sweat and speaking in tongues.

Seokjin chuckles, twisting his fingers in and out. "How will you take my cock if you're already this delirious from my fingers, pretty fawn?"

"N-need your cock, sir," Hoseok mutters through drool-covered lips.

Slowly, Seokjin pulls his fingers out and smears them across Hoseok's stretched hole, and Hoseok whines from being empty, clenching around nothing.

"On the bed," Seokjin commands.

Hoseok scrambles, practically flinging his limbs in an effort to get onto the bed as quickly as he can, muttering, "Yes, sir."

Seokjin approaches the head of the bed, moves some pillows out of the way, and gets into the center, sitting with his back against the headboard while Hoseok gets to his hands and knees and waits for instruction. Seokjin's thick, long cock sits hard and slick with lube against his tummy, and Hoseok's mouth waters, as if by pavlovian response.

"Come here, my pretty little slut," Seokjin instructs, tapping fingertips against his thigh.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds eagerly as he crawls between Seokjin's spread legs and straddles his hips.

"Have you ridden a cock before?" Seokjin asks sweetly as he gently takes Hoseok by the face with both hands and runs his fingers through his hair.

Hoseok places his palms on Seokjin's and shakes his head. "No, sir."

Seokjin pulls Hoseok down for a kiss and mutters, "So many firsts. How did I luck out with you?" against his lips before licking into his mouth. Hoseok swoons and moans, letting his mouth fall open for Seokjin to do as he pleases, lazily darting his tongue to taste Seokjin's lips when given the chance.

When Seokjin pulls out of the kiss, Hoseok is gasping for air. Kissing Seokjin is so intoxicating, Hoseok wants more, and finds himself chasing after his lips, which pull into a smirk.

"I love how eager you are. You're a lot of fun, Hoseok."

Hearing his actual name on Seokjin's tongue makes Hoseok's tummy swoop and twist. He speaks softly, with a smile. "Thank you, sir. I'm having a lot of fun with you."

"I'm glad,” Seokjin responds, eyebrow lifting. “Now be a good little slut and sit on this cock."

Hoseok angles his hips upward and reaches between his legs to grab onto Seokjin's cock. He hisses as he rubs the blunt tip against his ass, gathering lube that has been slathered and left behind. Then he sinks his hips down and, with a deep moan, penetrates himself with Seokjin's tip.

"That's it," Seokjin groans, grabbing Hoseok by the waist. "Nice and slow. You're so fucking tight, fawn."

Seokjin's cock is far bigger than his fingers could have prepared him for, and Hoseok takes deep, shattered breaths as he lifts and drops his hips, over and over, impaling himself a little more each time. His fingers must be digging painfully into Seokjin's chest, but he never says a thing, only gently holding onto Hoseok while he works himself down Seokjin's length.

By the time Hoseok is fully seated, he is gasping for air and covered in a sheen of sweat. Seokjin wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him against his chest, saying sweet words of praise about how good Hoseok is and how amazing he feels.

Hoseok nuzzles his face into Seokjin's neck, feeling the cold metal of his necklace against his cheek and tasting salty sweat on his lips. Seokjin's musk is alluring, and as Hoseok begins to catch his breath, he places soft kisses against his skin, tracing his lips over the hints of black cloud tattoos on Seokjin’s shoulders.

Feeling cared for and pleased in so many new ways, Hoseok lets out a contented sigh, certain that he never wants this night to end. Seokjin rubs a hand up Hoseok's back, then gently takes him by the hair and slowly tugs Hoseok's head back until he is sitting up straight and staring down at Seokjin.

"Remember your safe words, pretty fawn?"

Hoseok attempts to nod, but his head is held still. "Yes, sir."

"I'm going to fuck you nice and hard. If you need me to slow down, say..."

"Yellow, sir."

"Correct. And if you need me to stop..."

"Red, sir."

"Perfect. You are such a good boy."

Seokjin keeps Hoseok’s hair pulled tight and moves his other hand to the underside of Hoseok’s thigh. Then he scoots into a slightly new position, bending his knees, and begins to drill into Hoseok with his cock.

The air is punched from Hoseok’s lungs as Seokjin spears him hard and fast. Hoseok digs his fingers into Seokjin’s shoulders, dizzy from pleasure-pain while sobs and moans and a euphony of miscellaneous syllables fall from his lips. His cock slaps uselessly against his tummy, and he gasps and cries, feeling his pleasure crescendo to new heights.

This is what it is like to be fucked. This is pleasure in the way Hoseok has always craved, and he is not sure how he will go back to fucking anyone else after this.

“Look at you,” Seokjin huffs between thrusts. “Just letting me use you like the greedy little cocksleeve you are. So fucking good for me.”

“Th-thank you, s—ahhh—sir!”

Seokjin stops his thrusts and releases Hoseok’s hair, and Hoseok falls forward against his chest, attempting to catch his breath. Seokjin’s skin is warm, but the sweat between them feels cool, giving Hoseok goosebumps.

“Ride me, fawn. I want you to cum twice more before I’m finished with you.”

“Tw—“ Hoseok swallows a mouthful of saliva and tries again. “Twice more, sir?”

“That’s right. Show me what an obedient pet you are.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hoseok sits up and grips into Seokjin’s shoulders, leans forward, and lifts his hips. The slow lift drags Seokjin’s thick cock along his walls, and Hoseok feels every inch, whimpering and trembling before letting his hips drop. Both men moan, and Hoseok lifts again a little faster this time, feeling confident about the movement.

Before, Seokjin merely grunted as he speared Hoseok on his cock, but with Hoseok in control, he moans pitchy, nasally sounds that he finds addicting. Hoseok speeds his hips, up and down, up and down, matching Seokjin's pretty noises with his own as he finds a steady rhythm.

Seokjin wraps a hand around Hoseok’s cock, and Hoseok’s hips stutter as a surge of pleasure catches him off guard. With his palm, Seokjin gathers the precum that has dribbled from Hoseok’s tip and begins to stroke him in time with the rise and fall of his hips.

“F-fuck, sir, I’m gonna cum soon,” Hoseok whines.

“Kiss me,” Seokjin instructs, grabbing Hoseok’s chin with his free hand.

Hoseok’s movements become a bit shallower as he leans forward and slots his mouth against Seokjin, sucking on his bottom lip. Their kiss is sloppy with clashes of teeth, and the closer Hoseok gets to orgasm, the messier his movements become. He whimpers and moans into Seokjin’s mouth and stares down at Seokjin’s nose and lips, hoping to commit every detail to memory.

“I’m gonna cum, sir,” Hoseok whimpers against him.

Seokjin meets Hoseok’s thrusts halfway and drives his cock in deep, making Hoseok writhe and moans as his release spurts onto Seokjin’s fingers and tummy. His orgasm is so intense he stops moving his hips altogether, and Seokjin wraps an arm around Hoseok and thrusts into him while his fist continues to milk his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Hoseok sobs uncontrollably. He feels oversensitive and ready to explode, grateful when Seokjin’s movements slow enough for him to catch his breath.

“I’m going to lay you on your back,” Seokjin pants, and Hoseok lets go of his tight hold of Seokjin's shoulders to be lowered on his back.

Hoseok stares at the ceiling as Seokjin shifts above him with his cock still buried deep in his ass. Then Seokjin sits up straight, grabs Hoseok’s legs to speed them around his hips, and begins fucking into him at a punishing pace. Hoseok is unsure whether his cock ever softened between positions as it continues to slap hard against his tummy.

Everything in the known universe could disappear, save for Hoseok, Seokjin, and the mattress below them, and Hoseok would have no clue. All he knows is their bodies and a level of bliss he never imagined possible. His skin is sensitive enough that it tickles gently against the satin, and he feels like he is floating in the clouds.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” Seokjin groans.

“Th—ah—“ Hoseok attempts. He lifts his arms to grab onto Seokjin, but they’re too heavy and fall back to his sides.

“What are your safe words, fawn?” Seokjin asks sweetly.

“Ye-yellow and re—ah—red,” Hoseok stammers with a smile.

Seokjin leans forward, driving his cock even deeper, and Hoseok’s eyes roll back. With one hand, Seokjin gently takes Hoseok by the side of the head, and with the other, Seokjin lightly slaps Hoseok on the face.

The gentle slaps get Hoseok’s attention, and he opens his eyes wide and moans, “Ha—ahhh—harder, sir!”

Seokjin slaps Hoseok on the cheek hard enough to sting, and Hoseok squeals and smiles wide. He begs for more and Seokjin slaps him again, then slides his hand to Hoseok’s mouth and shoves his fingers between his lips. Hoseok sucks eagerly, licking over the pads of Seokjin’s fingers and dribbles drool.

Pleasure begins to crescendo, and Hoseok moans loudly around Seokjin’s fingers. The thought of having a third orgasm nearly makes Hoseok want to cry; never has he had more than two at once, and he feels so sensitive and overwhelmed, he worries his heart might seize.

“You look close, baby,” Seokjin groans, and Hoseok gasps from the new name. “Cum with me.”

Hoseok attempts to nod with Seokjin’s fingers between his lips, and Seokjin slams his cock onto him impossibly faster. Hoseok squeals and sobs and sees stars, and Seokjin pulls his fingers free as he leans down and captures his lips once more in a haphazard clash of teeth and tongues.

Deep, raspy moans fall between Seokjin’s lips and Hoseok swallows each whole, returning desperate sounds of his own. Seokjin’s hips stutter and become still, cock buried deep as he fills Hoseok with his release. Hoseok wonders if he could cum just from the feeling of Seokjin’s cock pulsating and emptying inside him, but Seokjin pulls out before he can find out.

“Since you’ve been so good for me, I’m going to reward you,” Seokjin mutters against Hoseok’s lips.

Hoseok opens his mouth to ask what Seokjin intends, but Seokjin crawls down Hoseok’s body and nestles himself between his legs, making his intentions clear.

With his arms caging in Hoseok’s hips, he dips low, licks over Hoseok’s balls and up the length of his shaft. Hoseok uses the last ounce of his strength to anchor himself on his elbows and watch as Seokjin—who stares into Hoseok’s eyes with a smirk—swallows his cock from head to base in one slow movement.

“Fuck yes, sir.” Hoseok groans.

Seokjin slurps and sucks, hollows his cheeks and swirls his tongue, all with his gaze trained on Hoseok, and Hoseok resists the urge to lay back, eager to watch Seokjin perform this one last mind-blowing act.

It takes Hoseok practically no time at all to reach his high, and he moans and gasps as his pleasure builds and builds. Seokjin’s talented mouth does things to Hoseok's cock that he has never experienced, and with so much enthusiasm, his sanity doesn’t stand a chance.

All at once, Hoseok feels as if he is plunging deep into new depths of pleasure. “Sir!” is all he can squeal before he falls against the bed and shoots his cum down Seokjin’s throat.

Seokjin swallows Hoseok into his throat, milking him of every last drop, and all Hoseok can do is tremble and whimper with his eyes on the ceiling. When Seokjin finally releases his cock, Hoseok lifts his head and arms and reaches for Seokjin in a lazy plea for affection.

A soft, deep chuckle rumbles in Seokjin’s throat, and he crawls back up Hoseok’s body with a smile. Hoseok wraps his arms around Seokjin’s neck and pulls him in for a kiss.

Both men hum in tandem as their lips slot lazily together. Seokjin flicks his tongue against the creases of Hoseok’s lips, and Hoseok opens his mouth slowly and laps at Seokjin’s tongue, tasting hints of his own cum.

“Let’s get you into a bath, fawn,” Seokjin suggests, still connected to Hoseok by the lips.

“Join me,” Hoseok whines.

Seokjin smiles against Hoseok’s mouth, gives him one last peck, and rolls onto his side. Hoseok slowly rolls toward him and gawks openly at how messy and sweaty he has become.

“I was going to make us a snack while you soak,” Seokjin admits with a soft blush rising to his cheeks.

Hoseok raises his eyebrows and cocks his head. “Is that so?”

“And I thought, maybe, if you…wanted to stay…”

The thought of falling asleep beside the man who made him feel such unimaginable pleasure feels too good to be true, and Hoseok nods as his smile blooms wide and affectionate.

“Do you ask all the cute submissives who you break in to stay the night?” Hoseok chides.

Seokjin stares at Hoseok incredulously and scoffs. “I made you cum three times, and this is how you talk to me? I should punish you.”

Hoseok quirks an eyebrow and says, “Careful, sir; I might enjoy it.”

With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Seokjin mutters, “Would you like to stay or not?”

“I would like to,” Hoseok responds, dropping the act.

Seokjin leans in, pecks Hoseok on the lips, and in a deep, low voice, says, “I don’t bring cute submissives home.”

“Oh?”

Seokjin shakes his head. “I haven’t been looking for one. But then you came along, and I couldn’t resist.”

Hoseok hums and nibbles on his lip, unsure if he wants to voice what is on his mind, before deciding he would rather not leave anything in the air. “And when you slipped and called me baby…”

More pretty dark blush rises from Seokjin’s chest to his cheeks, and even paints the tips of his ears. “Alright, let’s get you into a bath,” he grumbles, sitting up. "We need to rub some oil on your back, too, so it isn't too sore in the morning, and so that it heals nicely."

Hoseok laughs, full-bellied and amused, and falls to his back. “Sure, sir,” he says in a teasing tone, “let’s get me into a bath.”

Seokjin walks ahead to an ensuite just off to the left from the bed and runs a bath while Hoseok begins to get up. And when he returns, Hoseok is standing slowly from the edge of the bed, sore and thoroughly fucked. Seokjin scoops Hoseok into a bridal carry and whisks him away toward the sound of running water.

“It slipped, but I meant it,” Seokjin admits shyly about calling Hoseok baby. “But I won’t say it again...only if you’re okay with it.”

“I’m okay with it,” Hoseok responds without a second thought, feeling warmth and affection bloom in his chest.

Hoseok pecks Seokjin on the cheek and adds, “Baby.”

And as Seokjin’s cheeks and ears become a darker shade of scarlet, Hoseok swoons and rests his head against Seokjin’s shoulder, already feeling at home in his arms.

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absentmindedadmirer · 2 years

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How the ES!! boys text~ {StarPro Edition}

fine

Eichi most likely speaks in full sentences with proper punctuation. He proofreads all of his texts of course. He would never send out a message with a typo, however he might mess up on grammar occasionally. purposefully messes up his punctuation when around keito and sends him a lot of cat videos

꧁༒☬ 💐𝓘𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝔀𝓷 ,𝓗𝓲𝓫𝓲𝓴𝓲 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓾~! 💐☬༒꧂

Wataru has his own own intro font everytime he makes an entrance ✨ Very fond of throwing roses and bouquet emojis around as well as the sparkles 🌹 Of course, adds a star after every 𝓐𝓶𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰~! ☆ 💐

tori attepmts to make full sentences to sound proper. His messgaes aren't very long. but often makes tpos. Often on larger words. and forgets to capitailse. too eager to go back and profread.

Yuzuru uses proper grammar and sentence structure. He also tends to correct Tori's typos immediately when he sees them and when he catches Eichi slip up on grammar, he will add that as well.

Trickstar

Subaru lets autocorrect capitals every text he makes but he uses basic capitalisation no punctuation ☆ He also likes adding the star symbols to most of his messages ☆ Likes adding ~ to his nicknames such as Gami-San~ or sound effects as well as random comments~ ☆ Likes adding exclamation marks when greeting someone but dislikes using too many because it reminds him of a certain Ryusei red...

Hokuto writes very professionally and forks through each and every message to make sure there are no inaccuracies. Normally, he writes very long sentences to tell his fellow members off, mostly Subaru. However. If he really wanted. To be snarky. His responses. Would be. Very short.

makoto obviously uses gamerspeak Outside of the Trickstar groupchat, he would probably be a lot more formal but not that much. inside the chat he would not bother to capitalise and shortens some words he definitely says gg after every live

Mao uses punctuation but doesn't bother with grammar or periods He is very likely to add !??????! to the end of a sentence when approached with something absurd He does ocassionally keysmash whaskjjdjg Would not use all caps bc he does not want to seem like he is yelling at anyone

Alkaloid

Aira types out the sound effects he makes So ravely~ Most of his messages are really short he has a tendecny to freak otu and spam seveeral short messages after someone sends him a fancam Sends out !! first before messages when he either is about to yell at somene or geek out

hiiro doesnt know wht hes doing :D he sends basic texts to his unitmates but has been obssessed with emoticons :0 and kaomoji because oh my god aira look im making a face ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ he will also use these faces whenever meaning that sometimes it definitely isnt appropriate but ＼(≧▽≦)／

Tatsumi texts in normal sentences without periods Is probably the most composed out of the four Does not tend to use all caps Would use a ~ when greeting everyone with May God Bless Everyone but HiMERU~ or Amen~

Mayoi utilises ,,,, a lot,,, in between his texts,,,,,,,, he also,, uses !?!!?/ a lot but doesnt,, tend to keysmash that frequently A lurker,,,in most text convos , even DMs,,,,

RYUSETTAI

CHIAKI ONLY EVER TALKS IN CAPS IN GCS!! AND ADDS A LOT OF EXCLAMATION MARKS!!! HE HAS A LOT OF EXCITEMENT AND NEEDS TO SHOW IT!!! Private convos might call for normal text but he will not let go of the exclamation marks!!!

tetora does not always talk in all caps like his captain but often uses exclamation marks!! he is a very excited guy!! ossu!!!

kanata never uses capitals ever puka puka~ often writes short messages and will add a ~ to names and the ends of sentences

Midori... is very done... and breaks off his sentences a lot... Also simply responds with "..." at moments... Very quick to mute the gc...

Shinobu often uses two exclamations at the ends of his sentences!! More tends to be added if he's talking about ninjas!!!!!

|| Based off of this post I made on Reddit. Someone made a NEWDI version in the replies and I really encourage you check it out :D!!

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tinylittlelilac · 1 year

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your fake event sounds amazing!! if you don’t mind me asking, could you share more about it?? the cards r super cool im dying to know the context

I DIDNT SEE THIS OMG THIS IS WHAT I MEAN WHHEN I SAY I CANT OPERATE TUMBLR IM VERY VERY SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO IGNORE THIS ASK!!

ANYWAYS THANK YOU I WOULD LOVE TO!! I can’t say there was TOO much thought out into it so this is gonna be a huge ramble that doesn’t make much sense but I will happily oblige ( ´▽｀) For the bloomed cards obviously they don’t have much to do with the story. I just wanted an artist/photographer set between them bc I think it’s a cute idea !!

I’ve wanted a fine ryuseitai event for the longest time bc Yuzuru’s friendship with ryuseitai never leaves my mind,, in jingle bells he says he had fun hanging out with them and he enjoyed the hero show in supernova :D basically I only care about the most niche and silly interactions in this game. the opposite of how it was meant to be enjoyed but it’s the secret to being filled with joyful glee. ANYWAYS I thought a variety show for the starpro idols that has unlimited potential by means of the Tenshouin fund could be fun. Yuzuru obviously doesn’t like a ton of attention and is just there to support Tori and get it done with (I mean. Maybe there’s like some kind of fighting/laser tag round he gets really into but for the most part he still sees himself as the least deserving of attention in fine and doesn’t make any scenes). However, in the starpro trivia section of the show, Midori keeps answering question after question right about yuzuru/fine (bc I feel like he might know that little trivia) which either picks up attention with the fans who question what is going on (if the show is live) or eichi + wataru notice and like to impose mischievous little plans on yuzuru. I think that either way through the powers of being in charge of the direction of the show those two get midoyuzu paired up for a ton of the games (I considered making one of the cards a pictionary game and ended up deciding against it but I still think it’d be silly). When drawing the last unbloomed, I had in mind them getting matched up for a lie detector game where they get to ask each other questions/the audience gets to send in questions. I didn’t think too much about what happened afterwards to be completely honest with you but it’d probably get yuzuru really flustered being 1. The center of attention 2. Target of whatever Midori wants to ask and 3. Having to actually be completely and utterly honest. And he’s just begging him to ask normal easy questions which midori obliges bc he doesn’t like all this attention either but then some crazy audience question comes in and then the rest is up to imagination bc I don’t want to end up mischaracterizing them or looking more delusional than I already have in this public post! but it would definitely end with them revealing/admitting something to each other that brings them closer together :>>

sorry to make you read all that but also the starpro variety show is all i ever want ,, PLUS it could be so much fun outside of my mdyz visions too. Imagine chiakana in teamwork minigames OR TRICKSTAR hokke calls them all idiots but he’s the one that keeps making them lose all the games. Alkaloid in literally anything. I think we should talk about this more

ok this is the first time my fanatical whimsical ass has wrote this much from my brain but I hope you see the vision! Thank you for letting me talk about it more!!!! :D

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princesseevee06 · 9 months

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heyheyhey!! 'Your Turn Ryoko' is very yummy and i love your brainrotting and art so much T_T its really cool to see the yttd cast in different roles! i am oh so very invested hehsjfhsj

noww, i was wondering what Maple and Midori's dynamic/relationship is like in your au? 👀

(i ask this because i was thinking to myself how funny it'd be if Maple was still Out To Murder™ Midori at the beginning of their relationship [or something akin to that,] and if Midori was still Terrified™ of her even as a human HAHA though its unlikely ^^")

also, if Sou and Shin are taking the roles of Shin and Kanna respectively.. what does that mean for the main game of chapter 2.... o.o

but yeah, dont feel pressured to answer anything if its too spoilery or just straight up wrong haha!! i love your au and i look forward to seeing more :D

hello bread!!! (is it,, okay if i call you that??? i dont really know what else to 😭) thank you for continually being so kind and supportive about my au and art in general ;-; i am glad someone enjoys my silly ramblings. i also think your art is super duper cool!!!

okok for the maple and sou question: so because maple wanting to kill him was kind of part of her programming as an obstructor, that wouldn’t really apply here, but that idea is still SO funny to me?? i’ll def have to doodle that at some point lmaooo

their dynamic here is actually really polite! i see them as being good buddies :) maple is one of the participants who’s closer to sou, because she very much wants to work together with the others and see the good in everyone. it’s very much like. “awwww what a nice guy!” and then the guy in question is plotting murder ahsjkskdks

just as an example:

although, i still can def see sou being a little bit scared of her, because maple very much can be scary when she wants to. she’s very opposed to the ideas that the death game perpetuates, what with suspecting and betraying one another, and so while most of her ire is directed towards the floormasters, she can also get pretty pissed when the actual participants try to trick each other. so…yeah, sou tries to stay on her good side and be a nice boy. but he also does genuinely think she’s neat!

for the shin and sou question: i wasn’t actually going to talk about the second main game for at least a little while, but im horrible at keeping secrets anyways and talking about this excites me, so why the hell not!!

so, while over time i’ve leaned less into the idea of a character’s “role” determining the actions they take (e.g. just because shin takes kanna’s role doesn’t mean he acts like kanna), the one thing i have stuck to is that when one character takes another’s role, they will always die at the same point in the story. i wanted to also incorporate ‘branching paths’ for ytr as well, because it’s one of the things that really sticks out to me about yttd!

…so yeah the second main game vote is either between voting for shin or sou (or technically ranmaru, but then everyone else would die). it’s vv tragic to me, because i love both of them </3 but i do what i must for angst.

i’m definitely going to give the main games their own posts (and almost 100% some art as well) in the future, but if you’ll allow me to get a bit rambly about shin and sou’s dynamic here and how it affects the main game, ehehe… ^_^

sou and shin at the beginning of the death game very much start out with ulterior motives. yes, they are friends, but they also gain something out of allying with each other: someone who they can rely on/who can vouch for them, which improves their chances of surviving. so they act all buddy-buddy, but there’s definitely tinges of manipulation going on from both sides (and while they realize exactly what’s happening they still acknowledge that this “trade-off” (both literally and metaphorically lol) is a good deal for both of them)

but throughout the death game they end up getting a lot more comfortable/vulnerable with each other, and soon enough they realize they really care about each other (really, they have the whole time). and this obviously complicates things because them wanting to protect each other throws a wrench in the whole “every-man-for-himself” ideology they’ve been preaching.

so, kind of like kanna, sou tries to get the sacrifice card during the second main game trading phase, but he does it with the intention of having him and shin escape together. …he does not actually get the card because the cards get swapped by gashu (there’s different reasoning for why they’re swapped this time but i’ll get into that in another post as well probably). hence, pain.

i envision the end of the 2nd main game being almost a screaming match between the two as they desperately try to convince everyone else to “vote for me so he can live!” (sort of like the shin and kanna vote but even angrier) (because kanna is a sweetheart and sou is Not) (it’s horribly ironic as i’d consider shin and sou the two characters with the strongest survival instinct in this cast, yet they are both driven to self-sacrifice here)

okok uhhhh sorry for the long tangent as you can see i’m evidently insane about these two’s dynamic in this au! ANYWAYS this vote is a lot different from the shin & kanna one because no matter who ryoko votes for as the tiebreaker, the one who survives will be PISSED. and by god they try everything to make her life a living nightmare in chapter 3 (because. being ryoko is suffering)

…i apologize so much this is probably incoherent because at the time of writing this it was past 1AM. but regardless thank you so much for the ask and your continuous support, and expect more content soon!!! :DD

#princesseevee answers #yttd #your turn ryoko #yttd maple #sou hiyori #yttd midori #shin tsukimi #my art

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cyb-organ · 10 months

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whaddya think the fates of the yabusame sibs will be in 3-2? will they have any major plot impact? will they have one big defining moment? will they DIE?? idrk so I wanna hear the expert’s thoughts!! (and do you think the reko/Alice decision will have an impact on logic route?)

oo this is interesting! okay i have quite a few thoughts bear with me here.

also just for ease, i am only referring to emotion route unless i say otherwise

oh and im gonna put it all under the cut cuz its pretty hefty i apologise

will they have any big plot impact? i personally believe that every character has pretty big plot impact, but i know thats not what you mean so i will give an actual answer. im not sure if they will have MORE plot relevance than other characters, especially since theyre only there in one route (although, i have seen people theorise that emotion and logic will have seperate plots completely, which is interesting). i think plot wise, there isnt alot that they CAN impact yk? midoris gone, hinakos gone, and those were the big moments. i mean, that was a huge moment in alice lives route, the hinako reveal was such a huge plot moment, and to my knowledge it wasnt as big boom powpow in rekos route as it was in alices. i think that reko'll have one of these moments (please she needs a w). we still dont know her first trial. i think we'll find out what it is in 3-2 (the same applies to gin and kai but this is about reko). and i feel like alices first trial was pretty plot relevent so the same could apply here. as for alice specifically, i have a feeling that the memories that safalin erased will come into play. yttd has established a pretty big theme of humanity/how can humans be altered or changed and alice erasing his memories of reko is a pretty huge example of this. i highly doubt that it wont be relevant. also again, hinako moment was a pretty big plot impact. im not saying that he won't have any more plot impact, but i feel like in 3-2 he won't have a single big reveal moment because, well, it's already happened.

big defining moment this is just me elaborating slightly. i think all the first trials we dont know about will be relevant, and that includes reko's. on top of that i do think that while her arc is mostly coming to a close, i think she very well could have a big personal character moment, this may be wishful thinking cuz i love her and want to see more of her but whatever. to be honest, i don't fully see HOW her first trial is going to be relevant, but there has gotta be a reason for it being hidden this whole time. alice's first trial seemed irrelevant until it wasnt so! alices big moment, as i said, has gotta be related to his memories. i refuse to believe that he just erases his memories and moves on with his life, it just seems like a copout and i trust nankidai more than that!

will they die? to be honest, i dont think so. they very well MIGHT but i dont know! i think there will be at least one route where they die, but i think itll be avoidable. again. very well may be wishful thinking. but truly i think that either of them surviving to the end, possibly even escaping, would be a huge win for their character arcs. particularly alice who has very little to get back to. for him to fight on, to move forwards, despite knowing this? i think that'd be hella cool thematically! the idea of hope, and the idea that being human is to fear death are pretty big themes for the game, so for character like alice: a prisoner, who's already lost his sister and hasn't talked to the rest of his family in years, to not give in and to escape anyways would really fit into that. he doesn't have too much to live for, but that doesn't mean he should die, yk? (also would be an interesting parallel with kanna). reko, similarly but also on the other hand, HAS people to get back to, she has her band. and her fans. shes a public figure, her kidnapping was probably a big deal, making national news headlines, so it'd be nice to see her escape, also playing into the idea of hope both for her personally, and for everyone else; everyone in the death game and, yeah, her fans. additionally, because she is famous, her escaping could be detrimental to asunaro. she could out them completely as criminals, it would be a huge fucking deal. realisitically, im not sure if thats going to happen but its a possibility!

will choice affect logic route? honestly i have NO idea. i think most realistically, no, considering alot of people play chapters seperately to each other and will be starting from 3-2 without any link to any previous saves. there wouldn't be any point in having a "who died" choice for the yabusames at the start of 3-2. hopefully speaking, maybe. i think it could be interesting seeing how it affects sara, especially because she was incredibly close to reko. reko's death in logic route would obviously hit her alot harder than alice's so it'd be interesting seeing the differences there, but very likely the choice won't matter. emotion route on the other hand, i have a feeling theres gonna be a big difference in 3-2 between alice and reko lives, not sure what it'd be but. something's gonna happen. might be first trial related who knows

this is like half "what i think will happen" and half "what i want to happen" and i cant tell which is which.

tldr: alice gets his memories back, we find out rekos first trial, there is at least one route where they survive their respective routes, and the choice is relevant in emotion (all theory)

anon i am literally so thrilled that i am considered the expert is this, i really hope all of this makes ANY amount of coherent sense. 🫶

#GOD i hope this makes sense #if this is all wrong and stupid im going to be so embarrased #yabusames #yttd #your turn to die #alice yabusame #reko yabusame #long post #ish

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First Friends

Here's another one, this time this about my favorite character, Kakeru Yamaguchi (who is a underated and undeveloped character in my opinion) growing up with no friends and then making ones at Hope's Peak Academy.

Warning: There will be some Chapter 3, 0 and 6 spoliers along with some past bullying, Mitch (and Kizuna) being gross and some Tragedy shenanigans. It also gets a little sad at the end too. So, take care before reading.

Kakeru Yamaguchi grew up in a lonely life. He has no friends in elementary school due to his height as not only he was the tallest kid in his grade, but the tallest kid in school! He was teased; always picked last in various sport games, have his teacher pick out his group in class since no one wanted him to work with him and he’s usually by himself during recess.

It got worst in middle school when he gained muscles and start having a scary face. The kids who bullied him back in elementary school, are now scared of him! Like every time he approach someone, they look and runaway in fear. Even the local delinquents stayed away from him as they know he’s big, strong and can take them out in one punch! But what they didn’t know that Kakeru never liked using violence and that he actually hates his muscles and appearance!

It doesn’t get better whenever he goes around town to buy a student bus pass or a movie ticket; he gets looks due his older appearance. What they thought is a grown-up lying about his age so he can get cheap tickets. But in reality, he’s an actual teenager who just has a huge growth spurt.

Then at the private law firm that he used to interned, he get along with the other lawyers. But besides talking about the latest case or trial, they don’t have anything in common as they’re older and talk adult stuff, compared to Kakeru since he’s a teenager.

The only people that he’s close with are his family. It’s embarrassing; he’s not going to lie. The fact they know his appearance is causing him to get picked on in school sucks. But at least he’s trying his best. And it helps that he’s one of the brightest students there too as he rather spend most of his time at home, reading and studying for class than going out and causing trouble for himself and his family.

But if you pick which family member he’s the closest to, it’s his younger sister, Midori. When he’s not at school, studying or at the courthouse, he’s spending time with her. It’s mainly because she was born with bad health, something that he blames himself for as he feel like he took all the health away from her. She keeps telling him, it’s not his fault and instead blames it on her being unlucky. Either way, he tries to help her out as much as he can.

When Midori start attending school and making friends on her own, Kakeru feels sad that even though she spend some time at the hospital due to her health, she can make friends with no problem! Seeing that makes him jealous and vows to work on his social skills, in hoping to gain just one friend.

High school didn’t get any better. Kakeru had one of the best scores in the entrance exams and people at his new school still won’t go near him! He wish he can join an after school club, but his internship at the law office keeps him from doing that. Even if he didn’t work as a lawyer, no one wanted him in their clubs anyway! So instead, he kept his head low in class and studied hard so he can pass the college exams and get into the best law school in Japan.

Then something happened. During Kakeru’s 2nd year in high school, he got accepted into Hope’s Peak Academy, a special school that accepted only students who excel at their personal fields. Many say it’s one of the best schools in Japan and that once you attend the school, you are set for life. This would look great for Kakeru’s resume and improve his chances for law school…no, almost every law office in Japan want him on their firm, even before he can get to graduate from the school!

People’s opinion of him started to change as they heard he got accepted to Hope’s Peak. Students at his high school started to get friendly around him and ask him tips on how to get in themselves. Of course, he know that the school only accepted the best of the best and most of them have no talent that will even improve their chances. And plus, you have to get scouted out by the school itself! Of course doing what he does the best, Kakeru avoids them in hoping for them to get leave him alone and mind their own business.

At the law firm, the lawyers are a little better about him attending Hope’s Peak. They said that they’re going to miss him around here and hope for the best. They also tell him that some of the best lawyers in Japan attended the school and have successful careers after graduating from there. So, they think that he’s going to be okay.

But one of the lawyers noticed something strange: Hope’s Peak Academy has already accepted students for the school year. Why are they accepting new students now? The others caught on and agreed with him. It’s July and now the school are accepting more students!?!

An older lawyer in the back said he knows why: there have been rumors of an incident at Hope’s Peak Academy and the school board are trying to sweep it under the rug by admitting new students as a form of a distraction. What incident that happened at the school he doesn’t know, but he warns Kakeru to be careful and to watch his back.

The rest tells the man to stop being overdramatic and that he’s just jealous that the youngest member of their firm is going to an elite school, where he’s guarantee for life. One even reminded the old man that it took him three times before he got admitted into a university! The man got angry at the lawyer, saying there were reasons why he failed the college entrance exam TWICE!

During summer break, Kakeru left his old high school and transferred to Hope’s Peak Academy. At least one good thing that came out of this is the chance for him to start on a new page, away from the kids at his old school who bullied him when he was younger and the people from his town who glared at him and was intimidated by his appearance. But one the downside, this mean he’s far away from his family and Midori, who could end up in the hospital on a short notice and the lawyers at the law firm that he respected.

Then September came, which means the start of the new semester at Hope’s Peak Academy. So far, things seemed okay. The students are bit nicer here compared to the ones from his old high school. Kakeru enjoyed interning at a law firm where most Hope’s Peak students whose talent was related to law, worked at. But the one strange thing about the school is that during the Welcome Orientation, the headmaster told him and the new students to stay away from the Reserve Course students and not talk about the things that are going on in the school.

It looked like the old lawyer was on to something.

So, Kakeru should keep an eye out on anything suspicious around the school. But at the same time, he doesn’t want to anything that could get him in trouble and probably get him expelled, which would bring shame to his family. Like he did at his old school, keep his head low and focus on his classwork and internship instead.

As for his classmates, Kakeru finds them…very interesting. Unlike his classmates from his old school, most of them very sociable and have strong personalities. Because of that, he sometimes returns to his dorm room with a headache from being around some of them. Despite that, it seems that they are willing to be around him, which is a good sign. Too bad his timid and shy personality had to ruin everything. Especially when he stutters every time he talks to someone as it’s not too common for them to talk to him in the first place because of his appearance!

In his new class, there are 15 students who managed to talk and to get to know him better.

His first classmate is Mitsuhiro Higa, or “Mitch” who wants people to call him by. He’s the Ultimate Soccer Player and like Kakeru, is athletic. Too bad he’s a total asshole and a creep. One time, Kakeru caught him saying some vulgar comments on one of their female classmates. Rightfully, he called Mitch out from his comments, saying that his mother raised him to respect women and not tolerate those who can’t.

Not surprisingly, Mitch took offense of what Kakeru said and told the muscular teen that he’s famous, can get away with stuff like that and that he’s better than him. He even tells him that no girl will ever date him due to his stuttering! Let just say Kakeru made a right choice by not punching Mitch in the face, even though he does deserve it.

His next classmate is Ayame Hatano, the Ultimate Sprinter. Like him and Mitch, she’s also an athletic. Unlike Mitch, she’s much nicer to him and the others. Another thing about her is that she takes talent, very seriously to the point that if you don’t see her in the classroom; she’s at the track field running. And also, she likes to go on a long ramble about her talent and other things, which causes Kakeru to get a headache from how much talking he hears from Ayame.

Next is Haruhiko Kobashikawa, the Ultimate Pilot. Haruhiko or “Haru” is a very friendly and sociable guy to be around with. The fact he first flew an airplane was both impressive and at the same time, scary for Kakeru to comprehend. Like Mitch, he’s a pervert, but he’s less likely to be gross about it.

Then there are Haru’s two friends that he tends to hang around with: Teruya Otori, the Ultimate Merchant, the short one who dreams to become head of his family store (which there are a few in Kakeru’s town) and Satsuki Iranami, the Ultimate Clown, whose known for her goofy personality and saying silly things.

Together, the three of them tend to do some crazy things around the school. Some that can get them in trouble! They sometime causes Kakeru to get a headache just from being near them!

Next is Kiyoka Maki, the Ultimate Sniper. Despite her talent, she wants to be a normal teenager instead of being an assassin. And for some reason, she likes hanging out with the trio above. She thinks they lighten the place and she enjoys that. Kiyoka also has a bad habit of speaking before thinking, which got her into trouble with some of their classmates. Other than that, she’s really friendly toward others.

Then there’s Kizuna Tomori, the Ultimate Cheerleader. Kakeru doesn’t like her. One time, she flirted with him, saying he’s attractive and has a handsome face (something that no one told him before). And because of his talent, he makes good amount of money and she wants him to give her money, so she can by expensive things for herself. There was even one time she tried to make a move on him and he told her no! Thankfully Ayame and Kiyoka dragged her away from him as another classmate of their; Akane Taira apologized for Kizuna’s behavior.

Speaking of Akane, who’s the Ultimate Maid, there is something real strange about her. Like, she’s a nice person who usually spends her time cooking meals in the cafeteria or cleaning their rooms. But there’s something about her that throws Kakeru off, like she has a dark side or something…

It appears that Kakeru is not the only person in their class that has a strange feeling about Akane. Mikako Kurokawa, the Ultimate Exorcist, can see something dark about her too. Of course, this is part of her talent as Mikako can sense evil auroras and perform rituals to prevent it or remedy the situation. When she’s not busy performing rituals, she’s bubbly, talkative and is LOUD! Like, she might be louder than when he speaks in court!

Besides Akane, there’s another person that both Kakeru and Mikako has strange feelings about, Yuki Maeda, the Ultimate Lucky Student. For some reason, he doesn’t want to hang with anyone in their class. He won’t talk to them, join any events that some of them planned or even hang out with them during the weekend; just nothing. Then there’s the fact he doesn’t show any emotion at all. Like, Yuki looks gloomy and depressed.

Despite that, at least Akane and Yamato Kisargi, the Ultimate Inventor, tries to talk and hang with him.

Speaking of Yamato, he’s a really nice, has a strong personality, friendly and gets along with others. He’s also known for some of the inventions, which makes him highly intelligent. He’s one of the few people that Kakeru gets along very well. Too bad anytime the two speak, Yamato tends to talk about technology and science, which sometimes confused Kakeru since he only know basic technology, like computers.

Another smart classmate of his is Tsurugi Kinjo, the Ultimate Police Officer. He’s nice, brilliant and likes to play chess with Yamato when he’s not busy investigating or doing something work related. However, he and Kakeru don’t get along when it comes how the legal system works. Tsurugi hates criminals, thinking there the reason society could never get rid of evil and believes that they’re unredeemable. He even told Kakeru that he read about him defending a client who murdered a man due to self-defense and believes that the defendant got off too easy. Like with Mitch, Kakeru tries to restraint himself from getting into a heated argument with the cop.

At least the smartest student in his class, Rei Mekaru, the Ultimate Professor, is wise enough to not get into petty arguments like he did with Tsurugi. But Rei is very aloof and has the “I’m not here to make friends” mentality. After all, Rei had to grow up faster than him and most of their classmates and she was teaching college courses in the United States, so it’s expected. Despite that, she and Kakeru have conservation on the legal system, some of the most famous cases and such.

Out all of the people in his class, Kakeru has managed to make some friends. One of them is Kinji Uehara, the Ultimate Priest. At first, Kakeru worried that Kinji might shove his religious beliefs down his throat as he and his family aren’t that religious to begin with. Yeah, they go to the local temple on New Year’s Day to pray for a good year ahead. Or pray for Midori’s recovery whenever she ends up sick again.

Especially, the time where he has to defend a client who was accused of robbing from a mega church who the defendant believes that the church was using money for themselves and not for the poor that they were supposed to help. Kakeru successful have his client plead on a lesser charge when he later found out that the church wasn’t paying their taxes…

When he was told of that, Kinji apologized, saying that there are people who strived against what the good book said for their own selfish means. At least he agreed what that church did was wrong and that they should’ve used that money to help the poor by running a shelter.

As for Kakeru’s beliefs, Kinji won’t scold him for being non-religious and won’t force his own view of faith onto others as respect the freedom of religion of different individuals. It was thanks to Kinji, Kakeru sees religion in a different view.

But that’s not all, Kakeru then learned that he and Kinji has something in common. They love to read and they often talk about philology, meaning of life and like with Rei, how the legal system work since Kinji relieved that he once lived in Italy, where the law works differently than in Japan. Sometimes, they would talk for hours and hours until it was nighttime.

That was when Kinji became Kakeru’s first friend.

But Kakeru made another friend at Hope’s Peak: Katana Inori. She’s special compared to the rest. When he first met her, she reminded him of Midori as she’s small. But she’s also very smart as she’s the Ultimate Surgeon, whose been practicing under her father’s watch at the hospital they worked at. She’s also friendly and calm as talking to her will make your problems go away.

Of course, she gets mad whenever you hurt yourself if you’re not being too careful or sees that you didn’t sleep too well the night before. Then there’s the fact she like to remind everyone to take care of their health when winter came in and people start getting sick. Of course, she works at the hospital, so this is normal for her.

The two gets along well as they both share the same interest of staying healthy and helping out others. It also make Kakeru feel comfortable that she’s a medical professional as she understand the struggles of Midori’s health issue and whenever she ends in the hospital again, Katana tells him that she’ll be thinking about her and pray for her recovery. For his part, he tends to help her out in the infirmary like carrying heavy boxes and reaching for things on the shelves that are taller than her.

For that, Kanata became Kakeru’s second friend.

Then for some reason, every time she’s near him or they’re talking, his face turns red and has knots in his stomach. He doesn’t know why it’s there and doesn’t know how to make it go away. He wants to talk to someone about it, but he’s worried that they might tell the class about it instead. Of course, it doesn’t stop Mikako from sensing it and tells him why: he has a crush on Kanata.

For Kakeru, that’s new as prior to coming here, he never had a crush on anyone before. He finds this strange as he thought he’ll be lonely for the rest of his life as his scary appearance keeps them away from him. But the fact he has feelings for Kanata makes this special as he likes her for her kindness, being calm, understanding and that he finds her cute. He’s surprised that no one made a move on her. Not even Mitch as he thinks Kanata isn’t his type. It’s probably for the best that he doesn’t.

That’s when Kakeru decided that he was going to work up his courage to ask Katana out on a date. He wants to do something small like a having dinner at a restaurant or visiting a park, but nothing too big or flashy. Maybe she’ll say yes and if things go smoothly, she might even agree to be his girlfriend…

Too bad he never had a chance as a few months later, something terrible has happened. The Reserve Course students started getting violent. Fights started break out as they attacked the Ultimate students for having more talent than they have. Kakeru got into one himself when he was trying to separate the Reserve Course student from an Ultimate student and got a cut on his leg for his troubles. Kanata heavily scolded him for getting himself in harm’s way as she treated his injury.

Then the Tragedy struck. It came with no warning. The Reserve Course students are now killing the students and these strange robots that look like a bear started attacking them too. Kakeru and the others were in their classroom when a dying student tells the class to run before the bear killed them. It was thanks to Yamato, they managed to escape from the school by riding on a utility truck that then takes them to a Kisargi Foundation Laboratory on an island.

Kakeru is thankful that Yamato is helping him and the others get to safety from all this mess. But even then, he worries about what happened to the people back at home. The kids, who bullied him and later ran away from him, are they okay?

The townsfolk who glared at him for buying a student bus pass; he knows that some are old and wondered if they can survive the Tragedy.

Then what about his old colleagues at the law firm; it looks like that old lawyer was right on there was something wrong with Hope’s Peak Academy. He hopes that they can make it through.

Then there his family, he’s worried about them the most. They’re not as strong as he is, especially Midori, who might not get the medical treatment she needs during all this. He’s worried that she and his family might die and there is nothing he can do about it. Maybe once the Tragedy dies down; he can look for her and his family and get them help. For now, he has to hide for his safety.

Even the safe of staying on the island wasn’t enough. Eventually those robots, called “Monokuma”, invaded the laboratory and started killing the scientists before started attacking him and his classmates. The class has to scatter in order to hide from them. Kakeru was one of them as he hid in the closet with Kanata and Kinji, his two close friends. Katana said that she feels safe in there thanks to being surrounded by two tall men. This made Kakeru’s face turn red in embarrassment. Man, if only this never happened and they to have a normal life instead.

But this was short lived as the Monokumas got into the closet and took out its’ claw. Using his physical might, Kakeru corned it into a wall and tells his friends to make a run for it. Sadly the closet door closed and it was locked from the outside, which trapped the three with the monstrous thing. It was the last thing Kakeru remembered before getting knocked out by the robot.

When Kakeru later woke up, he has lost all his memories of attending Hope’s Peak Academy. The people that he met, talked and worked with. And course, the two friends that he held close to his heart.

Instead, he gets to see his classmates kill each other, go on trial to see whose guilty of murdering one of them, watch the killer get executed by their “teacher” Monokuma and seeing his remaining classmates, isolating themselves from the rest as they can’t trust them; all for the name of despair.

But the worst part is that Kakeru would be later killed by one of his friends. The friend that he trusted, respected, who understands and won’t judge him for being different. The one who gives him hope for a better future.

Now, it will never happen as he lay down, dying on the art room floor. The fact he couldn’t save Kanata sucks. Whatever happens to her, he hopes Kinji won’t kill her in a brutal way like he did.

Only if things were different, this wouldn’t have to happen.

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