#teruteru x y/n
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cooking with teruteru hanamura
pairing: teruteru hanamura x gn!reader
tags: fluff, mentions of reader's mother
you were initially a bit reluctant to ask teruteru for help when it came to cooking
you worried he'd either take the cooking too serious and scold you whenever you did something wrong or he wouldn't take it seriously at all and instead flirt with you all the time
but when you approached him and explained your situation to him – that you wanted to prepare something for your mother's birthday – he agreed to help you out, without making any flirty comments
and even when the two of you started cooking, he remained pleasant to be around, neither scolding you nor flirting with you
you quickly started to feel bad for expecting the worst from him right away and after the two of you were done cooking you not only thanked him, but also let it slip that you were surprised how calm he seemed today
teruteru just smiled at you, before explaining to you that he couldn't have rejected your request after you mentioned it had been a dish you wanted to cook for your mother
after all, he cared about his family a lot as well and he wanted to do this right for you!
in return, teruteru didn't ask for anything, even after you insisted that you wanted to repay him somehow
the only thing he asked for was that he'd like to hear if your mother ended up enjoying the dish the two of you prepared for her
nothing more, just that…
#danganronpa goodbye despair#danganronpa#danganronpa x reader#danganronpa teruteru#hanamura teruteru#teruteru x reader#teruteru hanamura x reader#teruteru hanamura x y/n#teruteru hanamura x you#teruteru hanamura#hanamura x reader#teruteru x y/n#teruteru x you#x reader#fluff#headcanons#cooking#food
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(NEW!) Super Danganronpa 2 boys reaction to: their S/O thinking they were going to hurt them - COMMISSION
You feral beasts have been asking for this for like two years LMAO. Someone finally commissioned me to do it so let's get it!
V3 boys version link
The reader's pronouns are never mentioned, so anyone can read this with themselves in mind!
Word Count: 13k words!! 4.8k of those words are Nagito's section alone, as the commissioner requested for Nagito's to be longer than the rest (Please show this some love my hands hurt)
Trope/Scenario: A couple is in an argument or stressful situation. One partner moves suddenly, maybe to ruffle their hair or wipe sweat from their face, maybe grab something or gesture as they yell, but their S/O cowers/flinches at the sudden movement, and braces themselves or cries out, thinking their partner was about to hit/hurt them. Then, the angst ends in fluff with the other partner expressing that they would never hurt their beloved. I will make variations to this base concept to spice up the piece and fit the characters because we DON'T do O.O.C. here!
WARNINGS: SPOILERS FOR ALL OF SDR2/SDR2 CONTEXT NEEDED TO UNDERSTAND SOME SECTIONS - additionally, SFW sexual content-wise, but mature themes are explored like explicit language, possessiveness, abuse, and unhealthy relationships. Remember, the games themselves are rated M.
Nagito Komaeda
It all happened so fast. You’d begged them not to do it. It didn’t need to go down that way. This never would’ve happened if they’d just listened to you.
It all happened so fast. One second your friends, your best and only friends, were piling onto your boyfriend, pinning him to the ground of the hotel lobby and the next, the world became an explosion of fiery red. A loud blast rang in your ears like a flash bomb or a gunshot fired off right beside your head without protective equipment. Kazuichi went flying, the back of Akane’s clothes were aflame. Fuyuhiko took on an expression you’d never thought you’d see from the resident tough guy of the group: eyes wide in genuine terror, mouth agape as he dove forward and away from the blast.
You begged them not to do this. Don’t corner him. Don’t force his hand. You knew him better than anyone else. And they didn’t listen to you.
You’d all grouped up before hand (minus Nagito of course) to discuss what to do about him. He was getting more and more unhinged as the days went on. Before the funhouse, everyone except for you saw him as a bit crazy, a nuisance, a freak but safe at a distance. Now… he was clearly a danger to himself and others. He knew something you all didn’t, and it was sending him into the self righteous hope power trip of the century. Something was so very different from the Nagito you knew and loved.
You’d warned them that it wouldn’t be like last time. He wouldn’t submissively let them tie him up in the old building and wait to be fed or released by Monomi. He was on the warpath now. You knew him. Once he got an idea in his head, that was it.
Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi had dismissed you immediately. You loved him. You’d do anything to protect that freak. They weren’t gonna heed your warning, because at the end of the day, you cared about him just a little more than you cared about the rest of them. Hajime and Sonia, even Chiaki - the more compassionate members of the group - had looked at you with pity in their eyes. They knew the last thing you wanted was to see your boyfriend tied up or hurt, and they felt for you, but at this point, the main focus had to be figuring out who put them on this island so they could escape, and preventing more death. Nagito was getting in the way of that. He needed to be restrained.
You never thought it would be like this, though. You knew he’d retaliate this time, that he’d resist, but maybe in the form of a struggle with his attacker: a punch, a kick, running away, hiding… not a fucking bomb.
As the explosion rang out from behind you, sending you leaping forward defensively, the world seemed to move in slow motion.
How could he do this? It’s one thing to fight off those who are actively trying to subdue you, but to blow up the entire hotel? He was really willing to hurt or even kill everyone too close to the blast, even those with little to nothing to do with the plan? What about you, who he claimed to love, who was his shining hope, who had been the only one in his corner at all times? He was willing to just blow you away as well?
Time sped up again, and you sat with your legs crossed in the rubble, ash and sweat smearing your skin. You just sat there, breaths hitching in your throat as you held back tears that threatened to fall. It felt like you were in a trance as you sat and thought this all over. Nevermind the flames at your back or smoke in the air. Why, why, why???
It wasn’t the little bit of blood running down your arm or the ringing in your ears that broke through your haze, but the clap of a hand on your shoulder blade. You turned and looked up at Hajime, dust in his hair and a cut on his cheek. The white uniform shirt he always wore was stained up and torn in one area.
“Hey, (Y-Y/N)!” He coughed, soot in his throat. “Are you alright? Come on, we gotta get out of here! Smoke’s not-” a beam collapsed behind him, startling him as he hooked his hands under your armpits and lifted you from your seated position. “Come on, this smoke’ll kill you!” You stood with his help, still halfway in a state of shock, and in truth embarrassment that the one you constantly defended from your group of peers had done all this…
“Is everyone…” you spoke weakly, your mind flashing to the safety of your friends.
“Everyone else is out. They’re safe, let’s go!” Hajime guided you out the way he came in looking for you, past a flipped couch and under a fallen beam. Once out in the fresh air, you regrouped with the rest, all in various states of shaken up.
Sonia immediately rushed over to you, ripping the red bow tie from her neck and dabbing the cut on your arm with the fabric before wrapping it around the wound. You thanked her with a nod. Akane, usually a bit scantily-clad anyway, had most of her remaining clothes singed off or torn. She looked more defeated then you’d seen her since Nekomaru’s death. She’d probably bounce right back soon though, knowing her. Fuyuhiko looked more pissed than usual, sitting by the pool alone. Kazuichi was being tended to by Chiaki. You overheard her saying Monomi would be bringing medical supplies and helping transport those seriously injured to the hospital for a quick check up. The students protested, however, wanting to stick together in the resort and heal up in their cabins. Your eyes bounced around the group, looking for someone in particular, though you didn’t know why.
Why? Were you truly that delusional? You must’ve been under some type of love hex. Had you Stockholm Syndrome’d yourself into being blind to his every fault? You couldn’t help it - you couldn’t deny the feelings you retained.
“Where’s…?” Your words faded off, thinking better of it. Maybe this was the wrong time. They probably didn’t want to hear about the dude who just tried to send them on a one way trip to heaven. It was too late, your words had been picked up by Fuyuhiko’s relatively undamaged ears.
“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffed, yelling over from the pool. “He ran off as soon as he got the chance. Didn’t waste a second to make sure you were okay. You’re still worried about that asshole? He just tried to fucking kill us! You must be as crazy as him. I’m starting to think so, at this point…”
“Fuyuhiko…” Sonia warned, a small frown creasing her porcelain face. Fuyuhiko sighed deeply, backing off the attack. He didn’t mean that last bit, he was just frustrated. He threw in the towel, too tired to continue putting up a fight. The old Fuyuhiko would've laid into you a little longer. True to his word, he was a changed man. He shook his head and went silent, disappointed in you to say the least.
You were a bit disappointed in yourself as well, frankly. Why did you still want to see him so badly, to make sure he wasn’t hurt, to make sure he knew you still cared? You didn’t know what you’d even do if you saw him again. The mix of fear, confusion and foolish adoration was potent within you right now.
After assessing everyone’s needs and injuries, it was decided that you all were to go to your cabins and rest for the night. Tomorrow, you would go as a group to the new island unguarded by its Monobeast and resume the search for the truth and freedom.
“Everyone just… yell as loud as you can, or run out of your cabin and alert the others if… if anything happens,” He looked you in the eyes as he spoke those last few words. Hajime chose the phrasing carefully but you all knew what he meant:
If Nagito came around looking to further this deranged and deadly plan of his.
They said as he ran off he was blabbering on, yelling about the “end of Jabberwock Island” and such. It was pretty clear to the entire group that whatever he had in mind would mean chaos and peril for everyone still left alive.
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Now back in your cabin, the sun had long since set as you continued to pace back and forth across the floor, from the full length mirror on your sliding closet door, to the entrance, then over to the small bathroom area and back again. You’d not even taken the time to shower and change your clothes. You were still a mess, your thoughts too busy to care about the blood and grime coating you.
Your mind raced, taking in everything that had happened so far in this nightmare of a class trip, taking in everything that could happen fairly soon.
Your mind bounced to Nagito, purposely being coy when you all needed his mind desperately during trials.
To Nagito, who actively tried to hurt someone in the very first trial, who offered to help a blackened if they ever needed him.
To Nagito, who held you close at nights and who you could open up to for hours. The same Nagito who you’d fallen for, body and mind, and who now was an object of fear and anxiety for you.
Were you really scared of him now…? Your Nagito?
A quiet knock at your door shook you out of your pacing routine. You figured it was Hajime, arranging another group meeting or maybe sweet Sonia coming to check up on you. Rushing to the door, you opened it just a crack and peeked out.
Your blood ran cold, a shiver shot down your spine. You’d never reacted to seeing him like this before. Not even close.
“Hello there, (Y/N). Oh wow, you look awful…” Nagito smiled gently at first, then the corners of his mouth slightly drooped, downturned at the state of you. You looked yourself up and down once quickly, now acknowledging that you had in fact forgotten to wash up, overwhelmed by the day. A moment passed with your heart beat picking up quickly, and you began to merely stare at him silently through the crack, unsure of how to proceed. Should you scream? Should you warn the others? Even if Nagito wouldn’t hurt you, what if he made his rounds to the other cabins and hurt the others? He wouldn’t hurt you, right? That assumption of yours was correct, right? You weren’t so sure anymore. “Well, are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna let me in?” He smiled innocently again before pushing his way past you and into the expanse of your personalized cabin. Your safe space.
“Nagito…” You let yourself exhale the breath you’d been holding in, turning to close the cabin door behind him. You hesitated on the door knob, contemplating making a break for it right then and there. “What are you doing here?” You tried to keep your voice steady and even, even as your chest thumped.
“What?” His brow furrowed, rounding on you as you closed shut the door and turned to face him. “What do you mean? I always hang out with you here!” Was he just not going to acknowledge today, when you literally could’ve died due to his actions? “I kinda missed it, you know, the smell of your cabin, your smell. Being in the funhouse all those days was such a bummer.” Approaching you in two strides of his long slender legs, he took you tightly into his arms, nevermind the dirt and ash that transferred from your clothes to his.
“N-Nagi-” your words were muffled into the fabric of his green jacket, and for a moment your spine stiffened, not sure how to receive the hug. You corrected yourself though, and relaxed, embracing him back. Nagito was volatile right now, extremely unstable, and you didn’t want to be perceived as disloyal, untrusting. Nothing to trigger him. He was clingy and needy with you quite often and that part you didn’t mind. You cared for him the way he was… but who he was had slowly been changing. Ever since he entered that damned Final Dead Room.
Nagito didn’t miss a thing, however, and you knew that. Your hesitation to hug him back made a blip on his radar.
“Is everything alright? How is my little ray of hope tonight?” He pulled back a bit, holding you at arm’s length to observe your features closely. This was so uncomfortable: the scrutinizing gaze, the sorry state of your body at that very moment, the sweat that began to bead on your forehead.
“Well, Nagito, you…” you wanted to soften the blow, and so took the initiative to this time hug him first, leaning your head onto his chest. This is what he wanted, right? Play along, don’t slip up. It’s funny, when your head rested flat against him and you inhaled his familiar scent, you felt that warm feeling that made you fall for him for just a second, until you began to finish your thought. “... today… earlier today… why did you do that? I mean… how could you, to me of all people? What if… I mean what if that explosion killed me?” Your heart beat sped up.
“Oh, silly, it wouldn’t have!” He replied as if the answer were obvious. “You’re my shining hope, my everything, and that bomb was only intended to disrupt the plans of those who were there to trap me! I was one step ahead my love. You were never in any true danger.” Ironic, as he ran a hand up and down the arm with the deep cut on it.
“Well, how would you know for sure? What if I were standing where Kazuichi was? He got the brunt of it…” you asked, but you knew whatever answer he had for you wouldn’t calm your aching heart.
“I relied on my luck, of course! It’s all I have to rely on now: you, and this useless ‘talent’ of mine.” His tone was bittersweet. His luck? He really left your safety up to his luck? Sure, you’d never seen it fail him before, but seriously…
“About that… Nagito,” you pulled away, expectantly unsatisfied with his reply and no less terrified of the inner workings of the man in front of you, “what’s made you feel this way, all of a sudden? Sure, our classmates were a little wary of you, but we were friends, all of us. You had them, too. What changed? In the funhouse you - well ever since the Final Dead Room, you’ve changed. In the trial, you said you’d learned about Hajime and how he doesn’t have an ultimate talent, and the secret behind the funhouse’s design… but there’s more you aren’t telling us… I can feel it.” Walking over to a chair beside your bed, you sat down, wrapping your arms around your middle defensively. You felt small and vulnerable under his gaze, which followed you like a hawk.
He didn’t like hearing that - that he’d changed - not from you. You were the only one exempt from his plans, even if you didn’t know it at the time. He loved you and you loved him, and he didn’t want anything to change about that. This couldn’t be just another thing that his miserable life ruined for him. For now, he ignored it, deciding that maybe letting you, the only one he could truly trust, in on his little plan would ease your mind and bring you back to him whole.
“You’re right as usual, my love.” He stood in the center of the room, gesturing as he began to get off of his chest all that he’d gleaned from his time in the funhouse. “How perceptive of you. My little hope is so incredibly smart. It’s one of the reasons I know you’ll guide this useless pack of idiots, including myself, to the highest potential our negligible little lives could ever reach!” How could you have guessed at that time that he meant when he and all the rest he deemed unfit were long gone, wiped from this world by his own will? “I’ll let you in on it, if my little bird promises not to chirp to the rest of the flock, of course…” He grinned at you as if he were a mischievous little kid about to announce a school prank and not a man dead set on getting his classmates killed. You nodded instinctively, not prepared at all for what you were about to hear. “Well it’s quite simple, really. We’ve known about the existence of a traitor for awhile now, right? We thought this entire time that the one of us who was not like the others was to blame for this entire thing, that the despair that ensnared us and caused death after death was caused by this ‘traitor’, right?” You nodded again, wanting desperately to appease him in any way you could. “Well, we couldn’t have had it more wrong, and as my reward for winning the ultimate roulette in the Final Dead Room, I was allowed this knowledge to share - or not share - as I please.” He was smirking now and your heartbeat began to pick up once again. You did not like that look in his eye. The pale planes of his cheeks began to get rosy with that self-satisifed expression he often donned when he knew his plans for hope were on track.
“W-what do you mean, Nagito?” Your voice shook and you sat up in your chair, shifting uncomfortably in place, a motion he noticed immediately. Again, he didn’t appreciate that reaction from you one bit. Why were you so uneasy around him tonight? His mind couldn’t comprehend it.
“Turns out, this whole time,” he held his arms out to each side as if surrendering himself to the powers that be, “It was us! We were the wicked ones. We were the despair, the disgusting evil that clouded all hope.” He began to chuckle at the irony that only he understood in his words. “This ‘traitor’ is the only one who can stop us! They are meant to save the world from the plague of our very existence!” He began to chuckle, a devious and unstable sound emanating from his core.
“H-how could you mean - I mean… Nagito, how could we be evil? Why would you think that? We have been working together to stop Monokuma this whole time. It couldn’t be -”
“Does it really matter how? It’s the truth! I know it is!” He cut you off, startling you as he approached and sank to his knees in front of your chair. Leaning in, he took your hand in his clammy, translucent one. He kissed the tops of your knuckles sweetly - a gesture he often did when you were alone together - and you went rigid, unsettled by his manic words. Another reaction he frowned at. “I mean, you believe me, don’t you? Have I ever been wrong before? Every time I tell you who the blackened is, I’m right! Every mystery I’ve uncovered on this island, every deduction I’ve shared with you and only you, has been correct! Every time I’ve been ‘wrong’ to them, I’ve chosen to play dumb. I’ve never lied to you, I wouldn’t!” He looked frantic, his eyes darting back and forth between yours. When you didn’t reply, he continued. “The traitor, they are the one, true hope for our vile and corrupted lot!” He smiled, again, as if this were the obvious conclusion one should draw from his words, but you just couldn’t see your friends as the monsters he portrayed them as. You couldn’t even see him that way. It just didn’t make sense. Maybe whatever he read in the Final Dead Room was just more lies, planted by Monokuma as a motive to sow more division. Nagito was too smart to fall for that…
“So, what is the solution, then… your plan?” You were almost too afraid to ask, having a good idea of what it would be. His frenzied grin softened into a straight and very serious line. You felt your stomach twist itself into knots.
“Well… we have to go, of course. All of us, except for the traitor.” He stated plainly. Eyes widening just a tick before going neutral again, you tried not to convey the abject fear in your heart. “We all have to die, it’s the only way. The traitor will go on, as the only ray of hope we have left.” With that, you yanked your hand from his grip, and his eye twitched in response.
He was willing to kill you all? All of your peers, your innocent peers who had been through so much already, together… snuff them out just like that?
“Nagito… you know who the traitor is, then…?” His head tilted at that, like a curious puppy confused at his owner’s words. “The one you’re going to spare, you know who it is?” Did it even matter anymore? At this point, the Nagito you loved was long gone. You needed to warn the others. His answer mattered to you personally, nonetheless. Your brow furrowed, your psyche overstimualted by this entire conversation. You pressed him. “Nagito… you know who the traitor is, right?” A little sterner this time, you waited for an answer that would never come. Almost as if he were too prideful, or maybe too ashamed to admit he would have to rely on his luck yet again to meet his goals, he ignored your question.
Chills running throughout your body, you quickly shot up out of the chair. Standing abruptly and causing the slender man to stumble back a bit, you steadied your shaking hands by balling them into fist at your side.
“(Y/N) -” Nagito began as he stood to meet you. Why were you acting like this? Didn’t you have the same goals as him? Didn’t you see the necessity of this plan? Didn’t you love him as much as he loved you? Didn’t you know that know that you - his unbreakable hope - the only pure thing on this miserable island, had to be the traitor? How could it be anyone else? He couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, as the file in the Final Dead Room didn’t name you specifically, but it just had to be you. It had to be. He would delude himself until his last breath.
“O-okay, Nagito, I agree! Yes, y-you’re right of course!” Play along, (Y/N), play along, your survival instincts screamed at you internally. Now it was Nagito’s heart that began to beat fast. He could sense a lie a mile away, and you knew that. Was he truly losing you? “Tell you what, let me shower, I can’t stand this filth on me for one more second.” You forced a nervous chuckle. “After that, I’ll meet you somewhere, um… away from the cabins so the others don’t find out, and we can discuss this further.” In reality, you were hoping that as you showered, he would leave to find a meeting place so that you could run to the other cabins and warn the others. He took a step toward you, and you took a step back in turn. He cringed at that, a hand reaching out weakly for your touch. It fell to his side when you backed away until your back was at the bathroom door and you reached behind you for the handle. “Okay? You go scope out a safe place for us to meet!” You looked for confirmation, fake smile still plastered across your face until your jaw hurt from clenching so hard.
“Okay, (Y/N)...” his heart broke at your willingness to lie straight to his face. You’d never done that before. You would always be honest with him, even with the silliest thoughts. You nodded in reassurance, slipping into the mini bathroom afforded to you by Monokuma and closing the door. It was a modest thing, a small alcove in each cabin with merely a shower stall, sink with a mirror, and toilet all snug into one tiny area. You undressed like the wind, ready to take the quickest shower of your life. Just a rinse for the blood and dirt, running the water long enough to be convincing and you were out. You needed time to run to at least a few of your classmates' cabins before Nagito got back. Whoever you got to first could spread the word. You slid the glass shower stall door open and jumped inside, not even waiting for the water to warm up.
Soaking yourself promptly, you began to scrub off the day you’d had with a small wash cloth nearby. Mere minutes into your shower, you heard the small bathroom door slam open. Freezing instantly, you halted all motion and stared at the figure in the doorway that was a blurry mess of greens, creams and whites through the frosted glass of the shower door. Without a word, the figure approached the shower door and you felt your body go into fight or flight mode, adrenaline kicking into high gear.
This was it… you thought. You were sure that if you were the traitor, you would’ve known. The traitor was still out there, hiding their identity, and now Nagito was going to do exactly what he said he was going to do. You had to go… hope for the world was the end goal that superseded romantic feelings. Your life flashed before your eyes, and you thought of your friends, and how you failed to save them.
Nagito threw open the sliding door, and you fell back against the beige tile behind you, hands flying up to protect your head and face. You didn’t know how he would kill you, but braced for an expected blow. Exposed, defenseless and naked, vital organs unprotected, you began to sob.
“No! Nagito, please!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as he entered the shower stall in a panic, clothes and all. He clapped one cold hand over your mouth, a hand that was shaking. Instantly, tears sprang forth from his own eyes. Were you really that scared of him?
“No, don’t scream, please! Please, (Y/N)!” He released your mouth, throwing his arms around your shoulders in a crushing embrace. The shower head continued to spray down, soaking him now along with you as he clung to you like his life depended on it under its stream. His wild, long locks clung to his neck and forehead and his wet jacket weighed him down. You both stood weeping onto each other freely, Nagito from a broken heart, and you from shock. You were too terrified to move, to care that you were completely nude. He didn’t seem to care either, crushing you in his grip. He was a lot stronger than he looked.
“Nagito… Nagito please…” you pleaded, still not entirely sure these weren’t your last moments.
“I can’t bear to see you terrified of me. You’re… you’re the only one…” He could barely speak through his choked out sobs. He shook his head vehemently, needy for your touch. His hands roamed up and down your back desperately. He needed to feel you there, to know you were real.
“What…?” You didn’t understand.
“You’re the only one,” he sniffled, “who shouldn’t be afraid of me! You’re my shining hope. You’re my light in this darkness!” Tears wracked his body. “Why would a complete and utter nobody like me, talentless trash undeserving of your love ever try to hurt you? I wouldn’t even dream of it. (Y/N), please don’t hate me. I couldn’t bear it!” His finger nails dug into your spine. He was conflicted, and couldn’t fight the swell of anger that contended with the sadness in his chest. It felt like you didn’t know him at all to think he would hurt you. You weren’t the despair he sought to end. You had nothing to fear.
“But, y-you said- !” You began and he interrupted, unable to hear any more doubts of his loyalty to you.
“I know you’re the traitor. I just know it! You’re too good, too perfect to not be…” You’d never heard him so unconfident in his own reasoning before.
“You can’t possibly know that, Nagito!” You spat back, limp in his arms.
“I do know it. I know it. I’ll bet my luck on it. I want it so badly, my luck has to come through. It’s you, it has to be! I could never kill you. I could never get you killed. The others are the despair, you’re the solution. I know it’s you. I’m gonna make it all right… just watch!” He stepped back, taking your puffy face in his hands, staring directly into your eyes. “You’ll make it out of here! You’ll survive the last trial and go on without me, my love. I know it’s you!” He was deceiving himself once again, daring to want something so badly, so selfishly.
He would never live to see just how wrong he was.
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu
You, your boyfriend Fuyuhiko, and your best friend Peko went way back. As a kid growing up on Fuyuhiko’s side of town, everyone knew to avoid Kuzuryu property. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately looking back at it, you were a pretty reckless as a kid, even if you weren’t now. You used to to slip through fences and past security cameras all the time to play with the blonde fuzzy-haired kid and the girl with the cool sword. Your parents scolded you when you came home, not knowing where you really were, but you always found your way back. The boy, who always had a temper, and the girl, who was the calm to his storm, repeatedly called you names, told you to never come back or his family would kill you, then played with you all day anyway. You had no idea what his family truly was, what the word yakuza really entailed, only that everyone said that part of town was dangerous. You didn’t see it that way, not when you played cops and robbers or samurai and peasant with your two best friends nearly every day. The boy, Fuyuhiko as you’d come to learn, would always rush you off the property if his father was coming home or when less friendly clan members came around, and you didn’t learn until years later why.
By that time it was too late for you to be scared of his yakuza status or Peko’s true strength now revealed to you. You were besties, and nothing was ever going to change that. Through middle school, you formed quite the crush on the petite bad boy, and although he still had a nasty temper and could be quite aloof at times, you wanted him all the same. A lifelong friendship bloomed into a romantic relationship - with hesitance on his part - and before you knew it, you were set to attend Hope’s Peak together. You kept your relationship secret from everyone save for Peko. Fuyuhiko insisted on this, for your own safety.
Now here you were, on this mysterious tropical island with all of your memories of Hope’s Peak wiped clean. You found that in general, many memories of your past were wiped clean, save for those few precious and essential ones. You remembered growing up with Fuyuhiko, your relationship with him, and Peko who you loved like a sister. Everyone else were strangers, strangers who seemingly also couldn’t remember how they got there or how you were all connected. You were all freshmen it seemed, and that was were it stopped.
Almost immediately after Monokuma’s appearance and monologue, Fuyuhiko had pushed both you and Peko away. He demanded you both pretend like you didn’t know him, treat him like everyone else and if need be, you’d meet in secret and away from prying eyes. This was to be a killing game with rules and trials, and no one else here seemed to know each other from their past. If the others found out you three were connected, you would no doubt all be dragged down if one of you got caught up in something nasty. Allies, a package deal and all that. He didn’t want your connection to him to put you or Peko in danger. He knew you’d both die for him, and he for you, and he wouldn’t let any of these idiots use that weakness against you.
~
The cat was long since out of the bag. Peko was gone and you’d helped Mikan nurse Fuyuhiko in and out of the hospital after his near-fatal wounds from trying to save the swordswoman from her from execution. Everyone knew of your relationship now, which meant no more sneaking around behind everyone’s back, but Peko’s life wasn’t the price you ever wanted to pay for that freedom. Along with Peko’s passing additionally came a visible change in your boyfriend’s soul. Though he still had that fiery temper, he controlled it with great effort now. He tried harder with people, forgave easier, loved better, appreciated more. The days of reflection in the hospital stirred something in him.
Weeks passed, and it was one tragedy after another. From the group giving you hell about keeping secrets, to tending to Fuyuhiko’s extensive wounds, to now finding Ibuki hanging from a rope and Hiyoko posted up against a pillar with her throat slit, your group couldn’t seem to catch a break.
Though Mikan and yourself begged him to get some rest - as his wound had already reopened once - Fuyuhiko insisted on investigating in preparation for the trial with everyone else. He was as strong-willed as ever. You searched the hospital with him for clues or evidence the blackened may have sloppily left behind. He was on edge, and you couldn’t blame him. Everyone was, these were the fifth and sixth classmates dead in the blink of an eye, and the killer was still on the loose. Your skin crawled and you were extra jumpy today. Every corpse you had to look upon took a little more of your innocence and vitality from you, and this maniac had already killed twice. What was to stop them from killing again?
Fuyuhiko insisted that he wasn’t scared of the blackened, quite the opposite. It was his rage aimed at them that would fuel his strength to move on and identify them. You knew him well, and knew when to back off when he was in a mood. Everything seemed to annoy him at the moment. It was hard to search with him and cooperate when he got pissed off everytime you fussed over his healing injuries. He kept swatting you away then apologizing for being irate and short-tempered. He just wanted you to stop babying him.
Just now bending over to search near a hospital bed, Fuyuhiko shot upright, jumping at a sudden sound that startled him.
“What the fuck-?!” He turned to the source of the loud crash behind him. You were splayed out across the floor behind him, a deep gash on your cheek spilling blood down your face as you sat up. “What the hell did you do?!”
“I just tripped! I’m fine!” You gestured with one hand to a small table you’d toppled over, holding your bloody cheek with the other. The contents on said table, various sharp little medical instruments and tools, were strew about and on top of your body. Fuyujiko glared at the hard counter top of the cabinet you’d hit your cheek off of on the way down. Now you knew how Mikan felt, always making a mess of her clumsy self.
“You’re a fuckin’ idiot! Why don’t you watch where you’re going?! We’ve got enough shit to deal with right now!” He kneeled down to your level and started rapidly picking up the various scalpels and knives around you.
“I’m sorry, ‘Hiko…” the shame was setting in. He was already ornery today and you’d somehow made it even worse. He leaned over your body, reaching for more of the small instruments.
“Sorry’s not gonna cut it! You-” hovering over you, he lifted one of the razor sharp tools above his head in a clenched, angry gesture. You turned your head, gasping slightly and flinching away from him. Your free hand came up to cover your face with your eyes shut tight in a grimace. Upon seeing you recoil, cowering away from him like that, he halted, the rest of his complaint dropping off into oblivion.
He didn’t want to be like that anymore, remember? He reminded himself of his temper, of his talks with Hajime in the hospital, of Peko’s memory urging him to do better, of his display of humility to Hiyoko in the hotel restaurant.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, putting the instrument aside and gently pulling you to your feet alongside him.
“Come on, sit down. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He pushed you gently down to sit on the hospital bed and reached for some simple disinfectant, a cloth to put it on, and a large bandage. He began to pat the blood away. “We’ll have Mikan look at this later to see if it needs stitches, but this is the best I can do for now.” He noticed you avoiding his eye contact and his heart sank. “Hey…” He held your chin, titing your head to look up and meet his gaze. “I’m really sorry, okay. I would never lay a hand on you. That is a fact. Please… know this for certain.”
“I know, I just… I don’t know… I’m sorry I reacted that way.” His apology helped, but you still felt a little foolish.
“No, it’s me who should be sorry. There’s no need to get that angry, especially at you, especially for an accident.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. He had a long way to go. “Please slow down. Be more careful and worry about yourself as much as you worry about me. I can’t lose you, too.”
Hajime Hinata
You’d closed yourself up in your cabin for good, with no plans to go out in the foreseeable future. Every few minutes you checked the locks, on both the doors and the windows, biting your nails down to nearly bleeding. In addition to shutting yourself in, you’d shut the world, the island, and all your classmates out. You were a nervous wreck.
Mere hours ago, Nagito had blown the hotel lobby and everyone in it sky high. He’d finally lost what little marbles he had left. Nobody knew fully why, but he’d snapped too far beyond repair. Both you and poor Kazuichi were very near to the blast zone, and even now you felt a dizziness and slight loss of hearing. You were sure that over in his cabin, Kazuichi was feeling the same way. You wanted to pass out, to scream, to topple over in exhaustion but refused to let yourself leave your post. As much as you were tired and dizzy, you were equally as terrified. What if that maniac Nagito showed up again to finish the job? Though the vertigo threatened to take you down for the count, you were determined to stay vigilant. Your mind grew more and more dull and hazy by the second, though.
Hajime and the others wanted to go to the new island in the morning, and as far as you were concerned, they could search until their hearts were content. You’d given up. You’d been broken. You’d been beaten by Monokuma and this killing game. Why go to a new island? Every time you guys went to a new island to explore, someone died. Everyone was dying. There was a psychopath hell-bent on blowing you up - or worse - on the loose. You were content to stay in your cottage and rot away. Paranoid and eroded away from trial after trial, you’d refused to let anyone in, even your sweet boyfriend, Hajime, who’d already tried to come check on you several times that night. Even as the rain poured down from the night sky and lightning cracked consistently, he kept coming back. He was extremely concerned about you, but you just couldn’t do it anymore. You didn’t trust anyone anymore. You couldn’t.
You trusted Teruteru, and Peko, and Mikan, and Gundham, and Nagito… it was all too much. Who would betray you next? Who would stab you in the back when you least expected it for a chance at freedom as a blackened who got away with it? It could be literally anyone. Sonia had a country to get back to, an entire country waiting for her. Fuyuhiko had an empire. They all had a reason to live and you’d be an easy target in this state of barely conscious, injured and mentally broken.
You’d almost fallen asleep when a knock came at your door, again…
You almost chose to ignore it, but figured getting your body moving would keep you awake, so you forced your feet over to the door.
“Hajime…?” You assumed, your voice weak.
“Man…” he sighed loudly, muffled by the rain and the barrier of the door, “(Y/N)... you sound terrible. I really do think you have a concussion. Please let me in. I’m worried sick.”
“Please go away, Hajime. I’m sorry… I’ll be fine. I just -”
“I know you’re scared. You know you can trust me.” There was that word again… Moments passed in silent contemplation. “... I’m gonna keep coming back until you let me in. I’m soaked… please…” he whined, jiggling the door handle on his side. Now it was your turn to sigh. You rested your head against the door, senses dimming fast. He was probably right, you most likely did have a concussion. Your head ached, your vision was a bit blurry, the light of your cabin bothered your eyes. “You can’t just stay in there forever, you need medical atten-” The door swung open before him, and you hurriedly signaled for him to come in, swiftly locking the door behind him.
“No sudden movements. I’m a bit confused right now… everything’s a bit slow…” Your words slurred out but he seemed to catch them all.
“Yeah, no shit. You were blown all the way across the hotel floor. Come here, let me check something.” He took your wrist and stood you in the center of the room in front of him. He pulled a small flashlight he won from the gacha machine from his pocket and flashed it into your eyes slowly. “Try to stand still.” You were trying to, but swayed and stumbled regardless. “See, you can’t even do that much. Look, since Mikan is gone, we gotta let Monomi help us out. Let’s get you to the hospital.”
“What?! No, no no…” your heart beat quickened, feeling that paranoid panic set in again. “I’m not leaving this room.” The confusion was hitting again as you stumbled backwards a step and your back met the side of your bed. Was this a set up? You already let him in, now he wanted to get you out in the open? “Something’s gonna happen! I won’t go!”
“(Y/N), I promise I’ll get you to the hospital safely and I’ll stay with you the whole time. I know you’re scared but you’re being irrational right now!”
A thunderous boom sounded outside as high above your cabin the lightning cracked. In an instant, all of the lights wavered and went out. You cried out into the pitch black. You couldn’t see even a foot in front of you. This was definitely a set up. It had stormed plenty of times on this island, and the lights never went out like this.
Hajime reached out for you in the dark, and you screamed even louder at his touch. This was it, the betrayal. It was inevitable on this hell of an island. No one could truly be trusted.
“(Y/N), stop! Stop yelling!” Hajime grabbed one of your wrists in the dark, and you sank to the floor, too dizzy to stand any longer. He heard the thud of your butt hitting the ground, though he couldn’t see it, and sunk to his knees beside you.
“Please… don’t hurt me, Hajime…” the words tumbled out of your mouth lazily. You wanted to pass out so badly.
“Hurt you?” He sounded incredulous, almost scoffing. Turning the screen brightness all the way up on his e-handbook, he set it on the ground beside you both for some type of light, as meager as it was, and sat the flashlight beside it. He grabbed your face in his hands, gently shaking you to alertness. He’d heard it wasn’t good to let someone with a concussion fall asleep. “I’d never hurt you.” He stated almost matter-of-factly. “You’re just going through a rough time right now... Don’t talk like that. You know I’d never hurt you. I care about you, a lot.” He adjusted your position so you were sitting up a little straighter.
It pained him to see you this way. This killing game was stealing your luster, your goodness, your spirit. He’d noticed that your smile - a smile he loved so very much - grew smaller and smaller with each trial. Now it’d come to this. You were frightened of even him…
“I’m so scared, Hajime…”
“I know. I know you are.” He spoke with compassion in his voice. “Will you let me help you? Please…?” He waited for your nod of confirmation before continuing. “Come on,” he scooped one arm under your legs and the other under behind your back and stood with you in his arms. “We’re gonna get you the help you need. I know it’s hard, but we are a team. You, me, Chiaki, Sonia, Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko, Akane, we need to do this together. I know it’s hard to trust after all that’s happened, but I’m gonna keep you safe, and we’re gonna survive this, together.”
Kazuichi Soda
Kazuichi sat in front of the busted funhouse elevator, ass nearly numb from sitting in that position for hours. He was squatting before, until his knees began to hurt as well. You sat behind him, handing him tool after tool when he needed it and offering encouragement and advice when you could. Still, he was being testy and very short with you and the two of you had gotten into it several times today already. Nothing big, just a few little spats. You had to keep reminding him that you were only trying to help, but nonetheless he was in a foul mood.
You knew he was truly mad at the situation, not you. His anger was misplaced but it still hurt. You’d all been locked up in the funhouse for days without food and with minimal sleep due to Monokuma’s interference and everyone was on each other’s last nerves. Now the elevator was broken, and the Ultimate Mechanic was expected to be the one to fix it. He’d been at it all day, and with each set back or miniscule perceived failure, he got more and more irritated.
You handed him a wrench you’d gotten from the hidden room beyond the Final Dead Room. All the tools he was currently using were from there as well. Oh yeah, that was another reason he was so pissed off. He’d never admit to it, but the fact that you were smart and brave enough to pass the Final Dead Room’s test unscathed and here he couldn't even fix this measly machine irked him like nothing else. He felt like the word useless might as well have been stamped onto his head. After he let out yet another frustrated groan, stretching out his sore wrist, you sighed and spoke up:
“Hey, Kaz’, it’s okay if you can’t get it done today. Let’s get some rest. We need to conserve energy.” He looked at you as if you’d just called him the biggest loser ever.
“That’s easy for you to say! You’re actually contributing to the group! You don’t have the burden of feeling like a failure on your mind!” He gritted his sharp teeth.
“You are contributing by even trying to fix it!” You retorted, not appreciating his tone or him starting an argument with you yet again today.
“Oh, don’t patronize me! You just don’t get it! Everyone likes you and you’re good at everything you try! I can’t even do what I was literally born to do correctly!” He spat.
“Oh, Kazuichi, give me a break! It is not that deep! Nobody even needs to use the elevator at this very moment!” You shifted your position right next to him, crossing your arms over your chest in a pouting display.
“If you’re not gonna help, then just go away!” He leaned forward toward you, raising the wrench in his hand in exasperation. You jolted backwards, leaning away from him with a fright.
…
Things got really awkward, very fast. The air went dead silent and all anger drained from his face. He lowered the wrench as a blank expression took over, followed by one of slight embarrassment. Did you really think he was gonna hit you with it? A moment passed, and you both looked away from each other, refusing to make eye contact.
“H-hey…” Kazuichi hesitated for a second, then made up his mind. Grabbing your shoulder, he seized you into his chest and held you tightly. His mind flashed back to his years in the family shop, to glimpses of his dad screaming whenever he angered him, even hitting him sometiimes for fucking up on a car. He might have even deserved it - he thought - but you didn’t. For sure, you didn't. He respected but feared his father, and he didn’t want to make anyone feel like that, especially not you. “I would never hit ya like that! Y-you gotta know that, right?!” His voice broke as he fought back tears. “I’m sorry for being an asshole today. This place just fuckin’ sucks you know? I can’t take it anymore!” You felt wetness soak through your shirt on your shoulder though you couldn’t see his face. You returned the hug, pulling him tighter into yourself. You two sat like that for a long while, resigned to give the elevator another try sometime later.
Nekomaru Nidai
You and Nekomaru were kinda… a thing? It was complicated because you were two very different people, but there was a little spark, a mutual crush that was known of and whispered about by the other students. It was weird, because you two flirted with each other, but nothing really ever happened because when he was around, you felt like a flustered mess, a puddle of mush. He was an intimidating, extroverted mountain of a man, and it was easy to become nervous in his presence. It’s like you were touch-starved, head over heels for your handsome classmate and yet the thought of him touching you turned you into an anxious idiot at the same time. You spent a quite lot of time together but there was rarely any touching other than a motivational clap on the back or the slap when you made a good joke, maybe even a very platonic-feeling bear hug as a greeting every once in a while.
In fact, you saw more chemistry between him and Akane, or even him and Hajime, two people he hung out with all the time. Heck, he touched Akane a lot more than he ever touched you. It made you feel a bit jealous, even. You felt silly even admitted this to yourself, as he wasn’t even your boyfriend and could do whatever he pleased, but it was frustrating nonetheless.
You wanted to be mature, to be honest and communicate your feelings with him once and for all because the pining, the unfulfilled feelings were driving you crazy but it had totally blown up in your face. Turns out your relationship with him was a lot more complicated than you originally thought. The talk ended up as a bit of an argument… well, it felt like you were arguing and stumbling over your feelings while he didn’t seem to be upset at all, which made you feel even more overwhelmed. You felt childish, unable to express yourself in a way that didn’t feel humiliating. He always seemed willing to talk something out, but at the same time didn’t really seem to understand how you felt in any other way than on a platonic level. He motivated, talked to, trained, and fixed people for a living, but maybe sports and romance were just too different for this conversation to click in his head. Or maybe… you were reading the signs all wrong. Maybe he didn’t like you back at all. Maybe you and your peers had misinterpreted his fondness for you as flirting, and you decided to accept that. You respectfully asked him to forget about everything you said, and apologized for the confusion and awkwardness, making your swift exit.
~
Sulking, dejected and needing some alone time, you walked along the lengthy bridge that connected Jabberwock Park to the island that housed the supermarket and resort. The sun was in the process of setting, leaving the island nearly dark with last last bits of daylight.
“(Y/N)!” You looked up from your navel-gazing to see a large figure bolting toward you at the speed of light. Nekomaru’s sudden appearance startled you even though you knew the guy to be loud and over the top. At that distance, you may not have been able to tell it was him in this little lighting if he weren’t yelling out your name. You’d recognize the voice from a mile away. As he finally approached, not the least bit out of breath, he began to speak immediately.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” He seemed a bit different, a bit less charged-up than his usual state. It was like a calm state of focus.
“Hey… Nekomaru.” You smiled weakly, still extremely nervous standing in his shadow. You had to tell yourself that you only felt this way because you liked him, and you had to let go of those feelings. “What’s up?” You twiddled your thumbs timidly, eluding the eye contact.
“I wanted to talk to you about earlier. When we chatted… well, I’ve been thinking about it all day. It’s been bothering me! So…” His brow furrowed. It wasn’t often he was speechless. “Uhhh..” he stalled in his deep rumble of a voice. He took a step closer to you, and you took one skittish step back. It felt weird having him in your personal bubble. It bred butterflies in your stomach. You began to shiver. It was partly because of the chill in the evening air, and partly because you dreaded confrontation like this. You feared he would make this more painful and awkward than it already was. Why couldn’t he leave it be? You weren’t his type, you accepted that! You took another self-conscious step back.
“We don’t really need to talk about it. I get how you feel, it’s fi-” a gasp passed through your lips as his massive hand suddenly flew down toward you. You flinched backward just a tad and felt your heel slip off the edge of the bridge. His hand found its desired destination around your waist and he pulled you in snugly to his wide, warm chest.
“W-why did you do that?” You looked up at him, your face pulsating with warmth just underneath the skin. He raised a brow apphrehensively at your reaction.
“You were shaking, so I figured you were cold. Plus, you were about to fall off the bridge. Two birds, one stone! Bet you’re warmin’ up now, huh?” He grinned down at you briefly before the wary expression took over again. “Hey, I know I’m a big dude an’ all, but you don’t need to be afraid of me or anything…” he mumbled and you could feel him speak from your position smashed against his chest. You looked down now, a bit ashamed that you made him feel that way. You didn’t know why he cared what you thought of him, but you could hear the slight hurt in his voice.
“I’m not scared of you, Nekomaru… quite the opposite…”
“Whaddaya mean?” What did he mean what do you mean??? Was he really that clueless? You literally had a whole conversation about this earlier today. Did the meaning of your words fly totally over his head… or were you just not clear enough?
“Nekomaru… I’m not scared I just…” you paused, debating just shutting up then and there, “I just get really nervous around you because… I really like you. Like as more than a friend…”
“You do?” Why did he sound genuinely surprised?
“I told you so earlier…”
“You did?!” He donned a puzzled look, and you looked up at him, incredulous. “No way!”
“I told you how I felt earlier, and you didn’t seem to feel the same so I let it go!”
“See, I told you it’s been bothering me, because I couldn’t for the life of me understand what you were so upset about earlier!” He threw his head back in one of his endearing, hearty laughs. What was that stereotype? Dumb jock?
“I mean, I tried to tell you, without being too forward or blunt. I was afraid you’d reject me…”
“Haha! Next time, why don’t you try to be more straightforward and honest with your feelings? It feels good!” He flexed the arm that held you close, giving you a good squeeze. You felt your cheeks warm up sheepishly.
“Like I said… you make me nervous…” you chuckled diffidently.
“Well, what do you say we try that talk again?” He began to resume the walk across the bridge, with you under his arm. “This time, we both be clear adn honest with each other?” His eyebrow wriggled rather mischeviously. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised with the results.”
Twogami / Ultimate Imposter
You’d spent nearly all of what little time you’d been on the island with Byakuya. You were starting to form a little crush on him, and he was rather fond of you as well (not that he’d ever openly admit it) so he allowed it. You of course knew about the Togami family’s power and influence, everyone did, so you found yourself a bit shy around him, but having fun at the same time getting to know him. You were a bit of of a people pleaser, both curious about him and eager to help if he needed it. There were times when you two simply hung out, like two normal people, and sometimes he even seemed to find you as fascinating as you found him. When he found himself asking one too many questions about you, however, he always seemed to reel it in, pulling back like he had some type of wall up.
You were fine with it. You’d just met a few days ago after all, and the friendship… or something more, would form when it formed. You didn’t want to force it. You were already feeling a bit silly and about wanting to connect with the Ultimate Affulent Progeny in the first place. Someone with his wealth and status could probably spend his time with anyone he wanted.
The threat of the start of a potential killing game was putting everyone on edge, even the scion himself, though he carried it better than most. He genuinely looked like someone your class might be able to look to as a leader.
The group had decided to throw a little party later that night, and you offered to help Byakuya tick off and confiscate all weapons or even potential weapons in the old building that would house this party… for some reason. Every loose wooden plank, every butter knife, every pointy object had to go. It felt like he knew something no one else did… but, you happily followed along, helping him with this task. Honestly, though, on the inside, you feared he was being a little too uptight. How would he enjoy the little get together tonight in this state of uneasiness?
In between locking up items he dubbed nefarious and double checking every corner of the building, you two actually got to know each other a little better. After hours of work, he was satisfied. All the while, he seemed to be watching Teruteru and Nagito like a hawk as the two shuffled in and out of the building preparing tonight’s dishes and cleaning respectively. What was Byakuya hiding from you? Why all the suspicion? Did he genuinely think one of your classmates would kill someone tonight? That was just insane to even think about.
Trying to ease his mind, you started up an innocent conversation.
“You shouldn’t worry so much, really! Tonight will be great! I know it. I brought my good luck charm and everything!” Smiling and seeking to distract his tense mind, you brought a little trinket out from your back pocket. In your flattened out hand you displayed a little baby blue pocket knife, barely the size of your palm. “My dad gave it to me when I was really little, and I -”
“What is wrong with you?!” Byakuya’s hand shot out toward you to grab the small blade and you flinched backward, holding your hands up defnesively and dropping it onto the floor in the process. The sudden, angry movement had frightened you, especially coming from a man who knew how to hold an intimidating presence.
The silence then was palpable as it hung in the air, and he, the real him, wanted to apologize, to explain himself and express regret for overreacting. He wanted to say that you’d been a joy to hang out with these past few days and that he’d never raise a hand to you, but Byakuya Togami would never lower himself to say these things… and right now, he was Byakuya Togami. He steeled himself to speak.
“I was merely going to confiscate the blade from you. What a gross overreaction…” He spoke condescendingly. “Do you really think me some animal, some lesser beast who physically assaults people? Don’t insult me so…” He scoffed, plucked the blade from the ground and pocketed it. “I don’t know what kind of men you’ve dealt with, but clearly you’ve been hanging around with the dregs of humanity.” Crossing his arms nonchalantly over his chest, he left you there without another word, satisfied that his facade had remained in tact. Inside, it burned, it hurt to be so cruel to such a sweet person like you. He left to make final preparations for the party tonight and you stayed behind, offering to help Teruteru and Nagito since you were already there. It would take your mind off of the humiliation you just suffered.
~
Early into the next morning, when Monokuma dismissed the survivors of the very first class trial back to their cottages at last, you’d nearly missed it as you crawled onto your bed in a tired, traumatized ball:
A rectangular black box sat on your bedside table. It wasn’t yours, and you were sure your cabin door was locked. How did it even get there?
You opened it cautiously and found the most expensive looking, elegant, and elaborate looking pen in the world within. On one side was the Togami family crest, engraved delicately and masterfully. Tucked under it was a small note. You read it, tears welling up immediately.
A replacement good luck charm - T
Gundham Tanaka
Gundham felt totally secure with you, a feeling he’d never truly felt with anyone else. He’d never state it in plain words, but it was true nonetheless. You’d always been accepting of him and his rather eccentric ways. He didn’t need to feel like an outcast around you. He felt completely seen, understood on a whole new level. He could’ve sworn you cast some sort of spell over him, the way his cheeks and the tips of his ears would feel like they were on fire when you complimented him or held his hand. He nearly burst into flames when you once pecked his cheek with your soft lips after he carried a bunch of stuff back to your cabin for you as a favor.
You two spent nearly every day together. Everyone knew you two were a thing and you didn’t mind the teasing. You had no reason to be ashamed of how you felt about Gundham. He was the kindest soul you’d ever met, it just took a little digging to figure that out. Other than Hajime and Sonia - the only other two who really tried to get to know him - you were the only one who he’d let tend to the Devas. You often held them, fed them, watched them in your cabin when Gundham showered or needed a short break. The hamsters and Gundham himself provided a much needed light for you in the darkness of this killing game. The little things you did with him mattered so much to you. You appreciated every moment when in this place, you could be very much dead the next day. You swam at the pool and went shopping at the supermarket together on the main island, ate at the diner together on the second, hung out at the music venue together on the third, and now, trapped in the funhouse with starvation as the motive, Gundham insisted that you share the sound-proof, luxury room with him.
You’d initially gotten extremely flustered by his request but eventually accepted. Gundham didn’t seem to think twice about it. You supposed he was so naive to romance that he saw nothing wrong with you two sharing a bedroom at all. Maybe he did know, but cared more about your safety than the embarrassment. You knew he’d never do anything without your express permission anyway, so after deliberating, decided it was a non-issue. It was unusual for Monomi not to pop up to protest, however.
~
Days into being trapped in the funhouse, you sat at the small desk in your room feeling like a total asshole. You’d been in an argument with Gundham earlier, one that you’d totally started and knew you were in the wrong for. You rarely ever had a disagreement with him, much less gotten into a full-on fight. It was a bit one-sided however, as you yelled and complained while he just tried to reason with you and ultimately ended up leaving you alone in the room for some space. You regretted it the instant he left, and had made up your mind to apologize the second he returned. You were miserable: starving and dead tired from Monokuma Tai Chi every morning, but that was no excuse for your behavior. Everyone else was hungry and cranky, too, and you’d taken your anger out on Gundham for no reason.
You pulled out the headphones and small MP3 player Hajime gifted you when you hung out a few weeks back and slumped forward on the desk, moping as you put the headphones in and blasted the music as loud as the cheap earbuds would allow. You had to pass the time somehow, and walking around looking for Gundham when he’d eventually come back here to sleep would waste what little energy you had left. There was a small part of your mind that wondered: what if he didn’t come back? Your heart ached. Everyone was starving… someone would have to kill soon to get out of this hopeless situation. You could only hope and pray that the last thing you said to Gundham wouldn’t be that hateful nonsense. You let yourself zone out, head down on the desk and eyes closed lazily. You began to doze off and wouldn’t know how long you were out.
You awoke to the music still blasting in your ears and a tap on your shoulder.
“Hmm?” Groggily you turned to see Gundham behind you. Gripped tightly in his gauze-wrapped hand was a large, sharp knife the length of your forearm. Your eyes widened and you screamed, taken off guard by the frightening sight. “Gundham, please, no!” It was a bit odd that he looked more shocked than you did as you backed away from him, falling off the chair and onto the floor behind it with a thud. Tears began to stream down you face.
You didn’t think it would end like this, but it was kinda of the perfect location. The room was sound-proof, after all. You just never expected a betrayal this cruel. Maybe you should’ve. After all this time, all of these deaths, it was naive to truly trust anyone on this island. Why did it have to be him though of all people? Maybe he had to do this. After all, the Devas were starving, too, and they meant the world to him. Getting out meant saving them as well.
Tossing the knife onto the bed, he rushed over to you, kneeling to the floor and tearing the earbuds out of your ears.
“What sort of demon has possessed you?!” Confusion coated his visage and the Devas hopped down from their master’s scarf and swarmed you, sensing your distress.
“What do you mean?! You just scared the shit outta me!” Fresh tears sprang forward with your frustration.
“That was never my intention, my beloved…” he shook his head apologetically.
“Well you can’t just pop up out of nowhere with a knife like that, especially in a situation like this! I thought you were about to fucking murder me!”
“I assumed you knew that I would never do you harm, so I didn’t see an issue with my approach… These other peasants would do well to fear my dark powers, but I thought you knew that my loyalties lie with you, dear one!” He pulled off one of his dramatic gestures. You pulled your knees up into yourself, suddenly feeling very stupid.
He proceeded to explain that while he was gone, he’d decided to take on the Final Dead Room in hopes of finding a route of escape from the funhouse because he couldn’t stand to see you suffer like this for a single day more. Instead, he came upon a cache of weapons of every sort and size, and begged you to keep that fact a secret. Pulling you to your feet, he sat you down on the bed and handed you the knife.
“Since I can not spirit you away from this hell, I have chosen to provide you with the means to defend yourself should I ever fail to. Hide it somewhere that is always accessible to you and no one else. And my darling, I beg of thee,” he pleaded, “cease all usage of that wretched machine!” He pointed to the MP3 player discarded onto the ground. “You must be on your guard at all times in this place, especially if the Devas and I are not there to guard you.” Your bottom lip quivered, heart swelling at his concern for you, even after you screamed at him earlier. You sat the knife down and threw your arms around him, collapsing into his chest. You didn’t deserve him.
“I’m so sorry, Gundham! After I sat here and bitched at you for no reason, you went out and still thought of my safety? I’m so, so sorry!”
“Think nothing of it, dear one…” He mumbled, burying his red face in his scarf.
Teruteru Hanamura
Most of the your other classmates were repulsed or at the very least annoyed by Teruteru’s antics. His behavior: overtly flirty and forward, even to the point of perversion, was a major turn off for most of the people he talked to, but you actually really liked him. You found his one-liners funny, his pick up lines amusing. He was genuinely fun to hang out with, in your opinion. He complimented you a lot, and you would playfully tease and flirt back. He really seemed to enjoy the matching of his energy, and though you’d only known each other for about a week, you spent a lot of time together. He was usually showing you some simple yet delicious recipes and letting you taste test his meals (of course with a lot of innuendos built in) and you would share your interests with him while you cooked together. You noticed, also, that the more time you spent with him, the less time he spent bothering the others. Maybe all he needed was a little positive attention all along.
Tonight, all of your classmates would be attending a party, both to socailize and ensure that nothing could happen because you’d all be in the same place, which would leave too many witnesses, therefore making a killing unlikely. Teruteru of course was excited to do what he did best and provide the meals for the party, but his mood seemed to be like a rollercaster that day. As you spent hours helping him cook, sometimes leaving to take breaks or talk to the others, he seemed to go from flirty to worried, salacious to nervous, confident to angry. His mood seemed to turn foul when Nagito would waltz by the kitchen, passing through as he did his assigned cleaning duties in the party building. You noted this, but it was strange, as you hadn’t known Teruteru to particularly dislike any of your peers… Did he have an issue with Nagito? But Nagito was so chill…
No matter the reason for his mood swings, you took them for what they were and tried to help out by offering an extra hand (which he made a dirty joke about) or changing the subject when he got gloomy. You could only do so much to stabilize his mood, however, and eventually he seemed to just be barking orders or frustrated with you. He was already in a bad mood and you didn’t want to contribute to it. You weren’t a true chef anyway and you were probably just getting in the way, you figured, so you took a big tray of finished dishes and began to make your way out to the dining hall.
Your shoe caught onto a thick chord just outside the kitchen door, just a piece of junk Nagito hadn’t gotten to yet and you tumbled forward, spilling the entire tray onto the floor. You gasped as you hit the floor, your knees stinging with the impact. Teruteru, who witnessed the whole thing, ran over to you with a shriek to make sure you were okay. The melancholy melted away, and checking on you was all that mattered.
“(Y/N)!” Mistaking his tone for anger because of his previously existing foul mood, you were startled by his approach, flinching away, shrinking backwards slightly. You fucked up, you ruined the dishes he spent hours making. He was probably furious with you. He stopped dead in his tracks, shocked by that instinctual response from you. With your reaction, he finally realized how rude he’d been to you all night. It wasn’t your fault Nagito was up to no good, and even knowing what he knew, he shoudn’t have taken his mood out on you. He was pushing away the one person who treated him with such kindness and respect on this island. His mother wouldn’t have been proud of that. “Take my hand.” He extended it to you and helped you to your feet.
“I’m so sorry, Teruteru, your food-!” You began to apologize profusely but he cut you off.
“I can always make more. I enjoy making more. Are you alright? You took quite the spill!” He smiled warmly at you. “I shoudln’t have been so… intense earlier. My apologies.”
“Oh I’m fine! It’s okay. But, about the food… are you sure it’s gonna be okay? Can we really make more in time?” He nodded enthusiastically in response. When you beamed back at him, he felt his inside twist into a knot.
He had to stop Nagito tonight. It was decided. He didn’t know how, or the extent of Nagito’s plans, but he couldn’t let him start the killing game with that knife he’d caught him taping under the the dining hall table earlier that morning.
Because… what if Nagito chose you, as his victim?
#nagito komaeda#hajime hinata#teruteru hanamura#byakuya twogami#gundham tanaka#kazuichi soda#nekomaru nidai#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#x reader#danganronpa#sdr2 goodbye despair#sdr2 boys#angst#fluff#s/o#y/n#trigger happy havoc#v3 killing harmony#oneshot#fanfiction#reader insert#fanfic#imagines#danganronpa scenarios#sfw#scenarios#writing commission#commissions open#ultimate shsl
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Bite-sized Imagine:
Obsessive yandere Teruteru with an S/O who doesn't mind
Request: "Hi, this is a little bit of a specific request. If you don't mind, could you do Yandere Teruteru headcanons with a S/o who doesn't mind Teruteru's clingy and obsession nature?" - @self-shipping-freak
Plot summary: Teruteru is clingy. Yandere Teruteru is even clingier. How will he react to you not minding his clingy and obsessive nature at all? (Romantic)
This Contains: Yandere themes (receiving), inappropriate touching (receiving/giving).
Note: though I won't be writing for Danganronpa anymore, or at least for the time being, I'm gonna try and get everything out of the way!
Teruteru is a very delusional yandere who absolutely believes you two are soulmates. Sure, he was a bit of a flirt and promiscuous man to other people, but it's different now, he has you! And you being so accepting of his obsessive touching and dreamy state just further solidifies this belief.
Expect so much more physical affection after this. He will constantly be touching you in some way, either on the arm, the leg, the ass, everywhere!
He'll be oh so romantic, setting up a beautiful candlelit dinner with the dishes you love most cooked and presented to absolute perfection. In return, he only wants a good time together, maybe a kiss here and there. Maybe more~.
He'll do some pretty clingy things in thanks to your indifference to his clinginess, but he'll always ask and make sure you're comfortable. He's crazy, but he's not that creepy... sometimes. Other times he is, and isn't timid at all about his physical desires. He has no shame when it comes to you, absolutely none. He wants the world to know that you want him, and he wants only you.
Overall, things will go surprisingly smoothly with a Teruteru who has tolerant Darling. Just be aware, he'll get even more delusional with a darling like this. You two are soulmates, and not even God could deny that.
#x reader#x s/o#x y/n#imagines#gn y/n#romantic headcanons#yandere romantic#soft yandere#danganronpa imagine#danganronpa headcanons#danganronpa imagines#danganronpa#danganronpa x reader#danganronpa x s/o#danganronpa x y/n#danganronpa x you#gn reader#gn s/o#gn you#teruteru hanamura#teruteru x reader#teruteru x y/n#teruteru x s/o#teruteru x you#yandere danganronpa
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Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair 💛🌴
Last Updated: Apr. 22, 2024
I'm willing to write for all characters in this game, both romantically and platonically, aside from Hiyoko Saionji and the Ultimate Imposter! Feel free to request to your heart's content!
Full Length Fanfic 👑✨
Headcanons 💜💉
Imagines/Drabbles/Scenarios 💙🩷🎸
Other 🤍🖤
Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx
#danganronpa#danganronpa 2#danganronpa 2 goodbye despair#danganronpa x reader#danganronpa x y/n#danganronpa x you#danganronpa 2 goodbye despair x reader#danganronpa 2 goodbye despair x y/n#danganronpa 2 goodbye despair x you#hajime hinata#hajime hinata x reader#hajime hinata x y/n#hajime hinata x you#izuru kamukura#izuru kamukura x reader#izuru kamukura x y/n#izuru kamukura x you#nagito komaeda#nagito komaeda x reader#nagito komaeda x y/n#nagito komaeda x you#teruteru hanamura#teruteru hanamura x reader#teruteru hanamura x y/n#teruteru hanamura x you#peko pekoyama#peko pekoyama x reader#peko pekoyama x y/n#peko pekoyama x you#mahiru koizumi
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Teruteru and Gundham with a transmasculine s/o, who’s not feeling like themself? please? for a poor little meow meow? /j
- Mod Ibuki
a/n: so this was a bit hard for me cuz I cant relate to the being trans, but I can relate to the dysmorphia.
dont forget to take care of yourself, yall. drink water, take meds if you need to, and if you wear a binder, make sure to take it off/not wear it too tight. xoxo
Teruteru and Gundham with an S/O who's Transmasc and not feeling themselves
aka a very horrible imagine that I made as soon as I woke up and didnt even fucking think about anything
GIVE HIM MORE LOVE HES SO UNDERATED AHHHHH
poor baby doesn't like seeing you so sad
like, he gets sad which makes you more sad which makes him more sad
damn a never ending loop
bestie would make all your favorite foods
like baby we cant eat this much
teru stop plz this is too much
teru-!
his mom would most likely kick him out of the kitchen to go comfort you
yaz that means the queen herself is making you food let's goooooo
omg we know he has amazing cuddles I just knOW IT
he just let's your rant, cry, or do whatever you need to do to get your feelings of your chest
and he doesn't let you go the whole time
he cracks a few jokes (sexual or not is up to you) to make you smile
his mom brings in chicken nuggies and you feel better
you almost bite his finger when he goes to take one
his mom brings in his food, and sits with yall
probs puts on your comfort movie/TV show
they love you so much and will do anything to make sure you feel better
HEY EMO BOY HEY HEY HEY EMO BOY omg nekumaru in the back sorry I'm simping bye-
oh boy
so uhhhh
at first he didn't notice something was wrong
until fucking chAM P BEING THE ICON THEY ARE HAD TO LET HIM KNOW-
stan cham p for clear skin
omg my man got ready to fight
"who hurt you? I will fight anyone who hurt you"
"um..myself did.."
"square up then"
something along those lines
hes not the best at comforting but he tries
he almost dies of cuteness when you fall asleep on him
the devas (and his 12 zodiac generals) are all over you they dont like seeing you sad plz stop being sad
he would tell you many of his stories from fighting demons and beasts and all that
omg you would steal his jacket like it's so big on you plus hes cuddling you PLUS the hamsters omg how are you not feeling better
honestly the boy also needed the comfort so he isnt complaining
probably puts a spell on you while you're sleeping that makes sure you never feel like this again
#danganronpa#danganronpa x reader#danganronpa 2 goodbye despair#teruteru hanamura#danganronpa imagines#danganronpa x y/n#goodbye despair#imagineronpaz#gundham tanaka#comfort#the dark devas of destruction
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OUT OF CONTEXT ULTRACIDE CONVOS (FANMADE)
Legend:
PCC = Player's Current Character
Y/N = Your Name (Could be yourself, or an OC)
FTE = Free Time Events (Ultracide)
SCL = Simulated Class Trial
FTE
Miu Iruma: "I just need to be fucked by something other than my life."
Ryoma Hoshi (PCC): "Same, to be honest."
FTE
Hifumi Yamada (PCC): "Your opinion of anime is trash."
Celestia Ludenberg: "I do not care. Instead of unboxing anime figurines,"
Celestia Ludenberg: "How about you unbox some bitches?"
SCL
[The SCL is the same as the Chapter 1 trial, except Nagito's the culprit]
Teruteru Hanamura: "You’re saying they snuck under the floorboards, but that means they would’ve had to leave the party, right?"
Teruteru Hanamura: "So was there anyone able to do that?"
Hiyoko Saionji: "Then whoever wasn’t at the party is the killer. They must be the one who was waiting under the floorboards."
Nagito Komaeda (PCC): "Ayo, Hajime's kinda sus, not gonna lie."
[entire class goes silent]
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu: "Sus? SUS?!"
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu: "You could've used any fuckin' word to convey that Hajime might be the culprit,"
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu: "BUT YOU FUCKIN' WENT FOR THE WORD 'SUS'?!"
FTE
Chiaki Nanami: "So, what kinda games do you play?"
Y/N, jokingly: "Hentai games."
Chiaki Nanami: "I see. I bet they make you pretty horny."
Y/N, internally: "How the fuck does she know?"
#danganronpa#incorrect quotes#trigger happy havoc#goodbye despair#killing harmony#source: original#simulated class trial#free time events (ultracide)#ultracide#miu iruma#ryoma hoshi#hifumi yamada#celestia ludenberg#teruteru hanamura#hiyoko saionji#nagito komaeda#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#chiaki nanami#chiaki x reader#y/n insert
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"Let's die together."
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Cw: Nagito Komaeda x Reader, Gender netural reader, Reader is suicidal, double suicidal, mentions of derealization, jumping off a bridge, mentions of a past trauma, mentions of bad habits (it's left vague), ending is vague, post-game, angst no comfort, 3rd person pov
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It was weird..
Everyone noticed how weird (Y/n) had been acting these past few days and frankly it made everyone nervous.
Usually the (h/c) haired individual would at least talk to everyone but it seemed recently the only person they talked to was Nagito.
Everyone at one point tried to get Nagito to tell them what was wrong with their (h/c) haired friend but funny enough he didn't say a word.
He was even able to completely change a conversation whenever it got brought up.
It was strange.
Nagito had always held (Y/n) at high regard and when they got together (albeit a shock to everyone who thought (Y/n) could do better), everyone knew they were in good hands.
Nagito wouldn't hesitant to ask one of his former classmates for help whenever anything went wrong with his (h/c) headed lover.
Simple things like them feeling sick he would ask Mikan, or if they wanted a certain food item in particularly that wasn't available he would ask TeruTeru.
He even asked Hajime how to know if he made (Y/n) upset.
So why was he being so secretive about the (h/c) head's recent attitude?
In truth it seemed Nagito himself was also acting weird (weirder than usual).
He was less talkative, he even cut down on his hope talk and self degradating.
It freaked everyone out.
What was going on?
While most worried about their (h/c) haired friend, Nagito didn't.
He knew what was wrong and he knew he just needed to be their for his love.
Recently (Y/n) had begun to spiral.
Spiraling back into some old habits they had back he first met them.
Bad habits that Nagito at the time had tried his best to help with.
But it seems that his help wasn't enough lately and it hurt a bit.
He tried everything he could.
From praise and validation, to cuddling and kissing, even to trying to let them take their frustration out on his body however they wanted..
And yet nothing worked.
As the days continued (Y/N) seemed to be spiraling farther and farther down a rabbit hole until Nagito heard something that made him pause in the middle of wrapping up a wound he recently received.
"Let's die together."
It came so naturally from (Y/n)'s lips as if it had been waiting them to slip for a long time.
Nagito glanced over at his (h/c) haired lover who sat idly beside him staring uninterested at the wall infront of them.
"My hope, are you saying you want to commit a double suicide with a piece of scum like me?"
Even though Nagito spoke with happiness almost glee at the thought the (h/c) head didn't glance at him only nodding to his words.
Nagito's expression brightened a bit before it dulled. You seemed so empty.
Like you were looking for something that no one else could find.
Like you were falling in a endless pit that sucked you up whole.
Nagito finished wrapping his wound and wrapped his arms around (Y/n).
His hold was surprisingly firm around their form, which caused them to look at their white haired lover.
Nagito's eyes spiraled.
His greyish green eyes stared back into (Y/n)'s (e/c) ones.
"I would love to commit a double suicide with you! If a piece of trash like me can fulfill that wish I'm sure it would feel everyone with the hope to overcome us!"
Once more all the (h/c) head did was nod, their voice soft as they shrugged off Nagito's touch standing up infront of him.
"Alright then. Meet me at the bridge right before sunset don't be late." Before Nagito could say another word (Y/n) walked away from him leaving him alone in Mikan's quiet office.
Right before sunset (Y/n) sat on the edge of the bridge right infront of the railings.
Dull (e/c) eyes stared at the ground, that seemed the dance with droplets of water.
It was raining.
The rained looked beautiful against the ground. Small droplets collected on the ends of their (h/c) colored hair.
The sound of footsteps took their attention away from the gentle rain.
The (h/c) head looked up, (e/c) eyes meeting green almost grey eyes.
"I made it, my little hope" yeah he did, Nagito actually did even with the blood dripping down a few scratches that were most likely due to his 'bad' luck.
(Y/N) stood up, holding their hand out towards Nagito to take.
Nagito grabbed ahold of (Y/N)'s (s/c) hand intertwining his fingers with theirs, a act he only begun to believe made him less filthy.
(Y/n) carefully moved over the railing of the bridge helping Nagito stand on the ledge.
Beneath them was a river. Under the sky it looked endless.
Suddenly (Y/n)'s hand tightened around Nagito's causing him to looked at his lover.
"You know, this month has been rough. It reminds me of something that happened a while ago. It was a very unsavoury predicament. I thought I got over it but I guess not.. It's made it so hard to want to live as of late.."
Nagito only nodded deciding to stay silent as his lover talked.
They had mentioned a event to him before. A event that left terrible scars on them. They might not have been physical but the mental scars always hurt the most.
Slowly (Y/n) turned to look at Nagito, their eyes almost sparkling like the water below, a small snile on their face.
"I'm glad that if I die I get to die with you." Nagito's eyes widened.
He always told (Y/n) that he would die if they told him to. That he would take his own life if it brought you pleasure. Yet here you were. You were telling him you were happy to die with him.
Why?
Why would like to die with a waste of space like himself?
He couldn't think anymore when he felt a gentle tug on his hand.
"Let's go Nagito. Let's say goodbye to this hopeless world and be reborn in one full of hope. One thats suitable for you." Nagito didn't even think before he nodded, a small smile gracing his own features at (Y/n)'s words.
"Yes my hope, let's go."
With hands intertwined (Y/n) jumped first pulling Nagito along with them.
They were laughing. (Y/n) was laughing.
Laughing so happily that it made Nagito chuckle at the beautiful sound.
Soon soft lips crashed against Nagito's, both hands intertwined with his as (Y/n) kissed him so gently he felt as if he would melt.
As the water enveloped their bodies, making it's way into their lungs Nagito smiled happily.
The darkness was quick to close in.
The air in both their lungs leaving as water replaced it.
It was suffocating.
But it felt good.
The red hot feeling of water forcing it's way into them, their lips never parting until the last few air bubbled begun to dissipate.
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"Do any of you know where Nagito and (Y/n) went? I haven't seen them all day." Hajime looked up, his eyes locking with Naegi.
Naegi was right. Hajime didn't they he'd seen the two since the afternoon prior.
Hiyoko shrug stuffing a piece of candy into her mouth as she leaned against Mahiru.
"Who cares about those freaks? They'll show up eventually, so stop worrying about those-" before Hiyoko could finish her sentence Mahiru shoved another piece of candy into her mouth.
"I agree with Hiyoko, those two are probably off somewhere sleeping like last time." Soda chimed in.
Yet why couldn't Hajime knock off this feeling that something bad had happened..
Oh well.
Guess, it was just his imagination.
#x reader#angst#danganronpa#gender neutral reader#nagito x you#danganronpa nagito#nagito x reader#nagito komaeda#angst no happy ending#angst no comfort#no comfort
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(I hope this is good enough. ;w;) So basically this is a TeruTeru x fem!reader ask where Y/n would be the first victim & Nagito being the killer. Simple once the lights turn back on, y/n is missing. When Hajime exits the dining room, and finds Y/n stabbed & bleeding to death. Add some drama by having y/n basically saying her last words & giving TeruTeru a kiss before dying in his arms. (This was my first time requesting something, you can add more to this if you want. This kinda sucks. ;w;)
Here's your pint of angst. -Mod Kokoro
Teruteru x Fem!S/O Dying in his arms in the killing game.
It was supposed to just be a party. Just a fun get together to forget the killing game that was supposed to be going on. You were supposed to have a good time.
But that's not what went down.
Standing in the dining room, you were enjoying some of the food made by your beloved, Teruteru. You stood next to Nagito, and decided to strike up conversation. The whole time, you couldn't help but feel off. There was something wrong. The way he was acting, like he was anticipating something. He looked at you as if he was truly excited for something he had planned.
"So, how long have you and Teruteru known each other?" He asks.
"Oh, quite a while. He was my boyfriend since before we all got dragged to this island."
"I see. You two must be very close."
"Well duh, of course we are!" You chirped.
"Would you say you give each other hope?" Nagito began to look more excited. It almost felt.... Scary.
"Hope? Hmm, well I suppose so."
"Really? That's beautiful, you know. I'm sure Teruteru really cares about you. Like he'd do anything for you. From how spoke of you, I'd say you're the foundation of his hope. I'd say I'd like to keep that hope preserved, but I'm just so curious.... What would happen if his foundation for hope was gone?" Nagito tilted his head.
"Huh? W-What do you mean? I don't think I'm leaving anytime soon...." You started to feel uncomfortable.
"Oh, I'm sorry if you're uncomfortable. I didn't mean anything bad, I promise."
"How about we just talk about something else?" You suggested.
Nagito's grin began to widen. His hands began to twitch in anticipation. He began to move closer to you. Close enough he was almost touching you. He simply gave you a sweet smile and a laugh. It was starting to feel almost creepy. But you brushed it off, I mean, maybe he's being friendly? Oh how wrong you were.
The lights went out. Panic began to erupt as everyone began to shout out in confusion, trying to make sense of the situation. Before you could even register what happened, you felt a hand grab you tightly by the wrist. So tight, you were going to lose circulation. You were forcefully pulled along to one direction.
"H-HEY! L-LET GO OF ME!!!!!!" You cried out.
You could briefly make out the sight of what looked like glowing paint.... Attached to a knife. The adrenaline kicked in, you tried to pull back, to hit, kick, and scream. But with no light, your classmates couldn't save you.
"HEY? IS SOMEONE BEING MURDERED?!" You heard Akane yell.
"WAAAAAAH! I KNEW WE WERE GONNA DIIIIIEEE!" You heard Mikan wail.
"IT SOUNDS LIKE S/O IS IN BIG TROUBLE!" Ibuki stated the obvious.
Teruteru could hear the commotion. He didn't want to believe it was your voice yelling out for help, but hearing Ibuki announce you were in trouble, he quickly started turning on his portable stove, hoping he could get to you on time.
Unfortunately for you, it doesn't matter your strength. Nagito was just too lucky. You yourself being yanked so hard you fell on the floor. His grip on your wrist seemed to tighten as he began to drag you. It seems he was hiding the knife with glowing paint so no one could follow you out.
You heard the loud slam of the doors. You were outside the dining room now. All you could hear was the muffled commotion from the dining room. But then, you felt Nagito's breathing against your ear.
"I hope you'll forgive me S/O. But you'll understand, this is for hope." He whispered softly.
You opened your mouth to respond, but before anything could come out, you felt it.
A sharp and swift stab right through your stomach. And another. Another after that. Again. After what felt like a million more stabs in the torso, Nagito laid you down gently on the floor in front of the doors.
"S/O?" He whispered.
You were still alive. But you wouldn't let him know that. Maybe, just maybe, the lights will come on, Nekomaru would beat him up, and Mikan could treat your wounds. The ultimate nurse could save you, right? And then there was Teruteru. You couldn't leave your boyfriend. Even if there was no hope for survival, you wanted to make sure Nagito would not get away with this.
After holding your breath long enough, you heard him walk away from you, fully confident you were dead.
The lights came back on.
You felt dizzy. You were in so much pain. All you could do was hope you would found in time.
Hope.
Such a beautiful word, with ugly actions committed in it's name. You knew that if you died here, you'd die despising that word. You hated it. You didn't hate the concept of hope, but you hated the word. After all, isn't it natural to hate what killed you?
Back in the dining room, everyone was scrambling. People fell on top of each other, all desperate to locate you.
"Okay, guys, let's check the whole building, the doors opened and closed, so she's probably not in here anymore." Mahiru stated.
"S/O????? W-WHERE ARE YOU?" Teruteru cried out, fear felt in his whole body.
He had no response. You didn't have the strength to yell. You felt your eyes begin to close.
"S-S/O?" You opened your eyes. You saw Hajime standing above you, horrified.
"H-HANG ON! Don't close your eyes. We're gonna save you. MIKAN! SHE'S JUST OUTSIDE THE ROOM! WE NEED MIKAN HERE ASAP! AND WHERE'S TERUTERU?" He shouted out.
Teruteru ran to where Hajime was yelling, and Akane came running while carrying Mikan.
Teruteru's eyes widened in horror.
"S-S/O? PLEASE BE ALIVE I COULD NEVA NEVA NEVA LIVE WI'OUT YA'!" He yelled, he pleaded, he begged and cried. He knelt down to hold you in his arms.
"M-MIKAN! P-PLEASE YA GOTTA SAVE HER! DON' LE' HER DIE I BEG O' YOU!" His accent came out as he bawled uncontrollably.
"I-I'm sorry! Um, bandages! W-Where's the bandages? I-I need medical supplies."
"One of these islands has a hospital. I'm runnin' to get them!" Akane bolted off, Nekomaru following close behind.
"H-Hang on sweetheart. They're gonna save you. It's gonna be alrigh' love. H-HEY! D-DON' CLOSE YOUR EYES!" Teruteru sobbed out.
"Teru....." You reached a hand up to his face to cup his cheek.
"W-What is it suga' dumplin?"
"I.... love you." You choked out. You began to tear up, you knew it was too late. You had a minuet at best.
"I love you too darlin'. Don't worry, when you're all patched up we can just cuddle up and stay inside. I'll neva leave you alone again." You knew he wouldn't accept it. He was going to deny it, deny it until you were officially pronounced dead. Then you remembered.
"Teru."
"Y-Yes?"
"Nagito."
"What about him?"
"Stabbed me."
"You mean NAGITO was the one to do this?" He gasped out. Obviously, he knew someone did this. But the charismatic and relaxed Nagito?
"He did this. On purpose. Don't let him fool you. I love you. I love you so much." You used what little strength you had, and reached up to give him one last kiss.
"D-Darlin'? H-Hey! I said don't close your eyes! Darlin'? S/O? WAKE UP! PLEASE!"
Panicking, he checked your pulse. He didn't even acknowledge Akane and Nekomaru coming through the door.
"Teruteru. I'm sorry. She's gone." Hajime placed a hand on his shoulder. All of the sudden, Teruteru let out the most bloodcurdling scream imaginable.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The class trial came. It lasted all of five minutes. The conversation after the voting was longer than the actual trial.
"You. You FUCKIN BASTARD IMMA KILL YA!" Teruteru lunged. Wrath, grief, hatred. All he could feel. All that was visible on his face.
Akane and Nekomaru restrained him.
"LEMME AT HIM LEMME AT HIM!"
"HEY, RELAX! HE'S ABOU TO DIE ANYWAY!" Nekomaru shouted.
"RELAX? HE KILLED S/O! I LOVED HER! WE COULD'VE HAD A FUTURE TOGETHER! BUT HE MESSED IT UP, HE KILLED THE WOMAN I LOVED MORE THAN ANYTHING! YOU WANNA FUCKIN TELL ME TO RELAX? HOW FUCKIN DARE YOU YOU STUPID PIECE O' SHIT!" Teruteru cursed, yelled, cried, he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.
"Oh, Teruteru..... Feel better! S/O was such a ray of hope when she was alive. Let her death be a monument of hope! Don't let all of that hope die with her. Otherwise, her death will be meaningless.
"MEANINGLESS?! YOU DID NOT JUST CALL HER MEANINGLESS! GRRRRRAAAAAAAGHHHHH!"
Finally, Chiaki slapped him. Slapped Nagito so hard he stumbled back.
"Alright, alright. Let's give it everything we've got. IIIIIIIIT'S PUNISHMENT TIME!" Monokuma announced, gleefully.
And so he was executed. Teruteru watched the entire thing, never blinking even once. He reveled in Nagito dying in such a graphic manner.
Afterwards, he simply broke down. He poured out his tears, sobbing and bawling.
After the trial, Teruteru was a complete shut in. He refused to spend much time with anyone. All he felt like doing was moping and crying, he knew a depression unlike any other. Hajime would visit him, he'd try to comfort him, but it didn't change much.
But when it became revealed to be a simulation, and that no one was actually dead, just comatose, for the first time in what felt like a million years, Teruteru felt hope. He smiled, a genuine, hopeful and bright smile. As he and the remaining survivors slowly began to wake up, a single tear rolled down.
"I'll see you soon, S/O."
#danganronpa#teruteru hanamura#teruteru x reader#teruteru hanamura x reader#teruteru#nagito#nagito komaeda#sdr2
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Tiny Teru | Tiny!Teruteru x Giant!Reader
✎Self Indulgent
✎Fluffy
✎Reader is Gender-Neutral
✎Teruteru is interpreted to be around 3-6 inches tall but is up to you
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The tiny chef runs across the floor to the coffee table, climbing a ladder to get on top of it. There are various ladders, stairs, and other platforms for Teruteru to get to place to place. Since Teruteru is a very short 3 inches tall, it's hard for him to get to places without some help, so you installed all the platforms for Teruteru to use.
"Y/n darlin'!" Teruteru says as you walk through the door, waving his hands so you see him on the table.
"Hey Teru baby~" You smile at him and scoop him into your hands, holding him close to your face. Your hands are warm and soft like a pillow, which makes Teruteru melt instantly. "How were you while I was gone?" You ask.
"Ah missed you so much~! It was borin' without you~" Teruteru winks at you with a grin, making you chuckle softly.
"I could say the same thing about you~" You say softly and give him a gentle kiss on his small face, making him blush a dark red. He lets out a flustered squeak and giggles, hiding his blushing face in his hands. You chuckle softly at his flustered reaction and begin walking towards your guys' room. "C'mon, let's go cuddle for a while you adorable little chef~" You say and smile at him.
"Y-Yes please~!" He says enthusiastically with a toothy grin.
The rest of the day is spent cuddling with Teruteru on your bed. You're laying on your back with Teruteru laying on your chest. Teruteru naps peacefully while you do whatever you normally do; reading, on your phone, napping, etc...
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#amber's writing#amber's self indulgent works#gtronpa#g/t writing#g/t fluff#teruteru x reader#teruteru hanamura x reader#danganronpa teruteru x reader#giant x tiny
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PURPLE LIPSTICK~
Gundham Tanaka x GN! Reader
Hello again lovelies!!!! This is as you can see another Gundham post! And yes, same person requested this fluffy fic! It's based off the idea of if you have a partner who wears lipstick and kisses you you get lipstick all over your face, BUUUUTTTTT~~~~~ it's reversed!
Now that the general explanation is done onto the story!!!!!!!!!!!
Warnings: None other than it being pure fluff!
It was like any other day to you, you were sitting in the lobby of the hotel and were talking with everyone around you. Mainly it was Togami talking but you all would say things on occasion! There WAS one thing bothering you thought and everyone could see it plain as day. " Hey (Y/N)? You alright there? You seem a little more pale than you usually are when talking with everyone! "
The voice of the island redhead, Mahiru, broke you from your slight daze and back to everyone around you " Oh. I-It's nothing! I'm just thinking. . . . . " you were thinking, but you were more specifically thinking about your boyfriend who was missing along with Ibuki. You Haven't seen Gundham since 12:00 and you haven't seen Ibuki since your weird run in together.
You were checking in with everyone as you usually do, but in truth you were trying to find gundham.
He hasn't popped up in 19 minutes and you are kinda scared someone decided to go against your truce you made the first day here and kill him in hopes to leave like you all wanted to do. That's when you noticed Ibuki throwing things out of her room trying to find something. You called out in hopes to ask her like you did everyone else.
" Hey Ibuki! Have you seen Gun- " you got cut off as she seemed to panic and hid something behind her back " NOPE! HAVEN'T SEEN HIM! GOODBYE! " she ran away towards another hut, falling over sometimes might I add, while you stood there confused as all hell to what just happened.
That was about 5 hours ago. Looking at the clock you see it's 6, you promised Gundham before he disapeared because of some sort of special surprise he had been planning for over a week that you'd be back by 8. " I have to go guys, Gundham's probably wondering where I am. " Teruteru gave a slight laugh as you said your goodbyes to everyone " Well don't start screaming like you're dying then! We all still need to sleep! "
You turned red while shaking Togami's hand at Teruteru's words, you headed to the door after letting go of his hand (Not before smacking Teruteru on the head and out of his chair. . .) You said your final goodbye before closing the door behind you. It wasn't night yet but you could see where the sun fell and how the moon was peaking out, You embraced yourself and rub your arms from not bringing anything warm to protect you from the breeze " Yup, definitely hurrying there! ". You started to speed-walk towards you and gundham's shared hut to get out of the cold.
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Closing the door behind you, you see that the lights are off and the little fireplace Soda built for everyone's seperate hut's was the only thing illuminating the room. It was quite. . . . . . . . . . Way to quite considering Gundham would be greeting you right now. You start looking around for him but don't find him anywhere, you start feeling quite nervous and slightly scared thinking the worst has happened.
You were about to grab a coat and go out to find him until two familiar pale arm's wrap around you and someone lay's their head on your shoulder, you tense up slightly but relax once you hear Gundham's voice. " I thought you would come home late again bunny...... " his voice was sad and his arm's tighten around you, But you know it wasn't him being actually sad! Nonononono, what was in his voice can only be described as DESPERATION. He didn't want you to come home early today, that much you can guess. " I got real worried is all, you dissapeared all day! I thought someone killed you. . . . . " you acted upset but it quickly became a giggling fit as Gundham's hands start to tickle you, hearing him let out a short laugh of his own you try to turn around but his arms kept you facing forward " Come ooonnnnn!!!!! You can't get upset with me when I was setting up your surprise! " He stopped tickling you as you caught your breath, he took your hand still facing away from you and led you to a small love seat near the fireplace
(Back off ya' horny bitches!🤺)
" And what might this surprise entail? " you were naturally curious, he had been hiding it for over a week. Gundham sat down on the seat first still having your hand " Gundham wha-WHOA! " he pulled you down drawing a giggle from you before he started to pepper kisses all over your face. Each one came with it's own ' I love you ' or some sort of praise, you felt like the girls in school when you were younger who always got so excited over the attention from their boyfriend and kisses they'd get. " -heheh! Gundham slow down! Your gonna smuther me! " you tried speaking through your giggle fit but Gundham wasn't letting up
To think this took over a week, he does this whenever on a daily basis anyway! ' Finally Gundham stopped while having a slight smile on his face. You recovered from the onslaught of affection and looking at Gundham you noticed- Wait. Is that-
Purple??????
You looked at Gundham slightly suspicious now " Darling. Why is there purple all over your face? " he started chuckling as you got off his lap and went to a nearby mirror " Surprise! " you heard gundham yell as you looked at your purple covered face in shock. Each mark had the outline of a kiss while some were smudged or overlayed others, looking down you noticed a lipstick stick on the table below recognizing it " Ibuki! "
You picked it up and made your way back to a chuckling gundham before stopping in front of him and crossing your arms " She helped you didn't she? " you were trying to be serious but you were smiling as well, this was both a surprise and sweet. " Y-Yeah....... I know you've been kinda worried lately since the truce and I wanted to give you something as a gift so you wouldn't be as stressed! " sitting back down in his lap you smiled down at him.
" Well Mister! I think I also want to give a gift to you~. " He visibly gulped as you applied the purple lipstick on before smiling mischievously " Now come here! " he yelped as you began to kiss his entire face avoiding his lips, he became putty as you cupped his cheeks before pulling back smiling. He was completely purple now.
Letting out a quick laugh you place a kiss on his lips which makes him go completely limp. " There, now we both got a gift! " you cubbled close to him as he, though still very boneless, wrapped his arms around you as the fire kept you both warm and provided a light for y'all. He rested his head ontop of yours with a dopey smile on his face " Love you bunny~... " his voice was lazy but you smiled pulling yourself closer to him " Love you too Gundham~! ".
With that being said you both closed your eyes enjoying each other's embrace and thinking to yourselves-
' I should try doing it again '
Here we go! I hope you enjoyed this story! Comments are open for anything I need to fix in the story and request page is open for y'all! Byeeeeee!!!!!!
#gundham x reader#gundham tanaka#fluff#danganronpa#lipstick kisses#gender netural#gn reader#request#tw cursing
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better than to be alone
pairing: teruteru hanamura x gn!reader
summary: you start to question if you truly love teruteru...
sometimes when you looked at teruteru, you wondered if you really loved him or if you just hated being alone.
he was a good guy, despite his odd behavior, but you had never felt that spark when you were with him. you liked being his friend, but you felt nothing when he held you close. you knew that eventually, you'd have to tell him. you'd have to break his heart and end the relationship with him.
but until then, you just wanted to be with him a little longer, until you had to go back to being alone again…
#teruteru hanamura x reader#teruteru x reader#hanamura x reader#teruteru hanamura#hanamura teruteru#danganronpa goodbye despair#danganronpa#danganronpa x reader#danganronpa teruteru#dr teruteru#x reader#fluff#angst#drabble#oneshot#x you#x y/n#x gn reader#teruteru#hanamura
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COMMISSION: SDR2 Boys x Reader - Marshmallow Hell Scenarios
Details: For those who don’t know, Marshmallow Hell is an anime cliche/trope where someone falls face first into/is smothered by someone’s breasts. Also, this is for anyone with breasts, no pronouns are mentioned
Warnings: language and lewd suggestive scenarios but its kinda PG-13/Teen
SDR2 spoilers in some sections, but some will be implied to be Island Mode/no despair
Word Count: 4.5K words - around 500 for each boy
Byakuya Twogami
It was normal for you and all of your classmates to convene in the hotel restaurant every morning. You ate breakfasts handmade by the Ultimate Cook, discussed the day’s plans, and just caught up with each other. There were already cliques and little sub-groups within the whole - people who favored each other. Nekomaru could often be found getting stronger or training with Akane, Sonia and Gundham spoke of their interest in the occult, and Hajime and Chiaki had grown quite close. Ibuki had developed a fondness and sort of infatuation for the group’s self-appointed leader: Byakuya Togami. It seemed natural to want to be closer to someone titled the Ultimate Affluent Progeny, as he held wealth, status, confidence, and yet a bit of mystery. Ibuki, however, seemed to take to him more than the others. She was constantly asking him questions, playfully praising him, following him around.
This morning in particular, you were minding your own business, in the corner talking about beach-going plans with Chiaki after having just finished your breakfast. Ibuki, loud and boisterous, was trailing behind Byakuya, asking after what their esteemed leader had planned for the day, and Hiyoko, short-tempered as ever, was slowly losing her patience with the noise so early in the morning.
You actually had to commend Byakuya on his own patience. For someone who would be easy to judge as pompous and stuck-up, he actually was quite good at keeping his cool and naturally taking up his post as leader. He passed by Chiaki and yourself on the way back to the kitchen of the restaurant, and you nearly felt bad for the man who appeared to still be groggy from sleep and yet was being bombarded by conversation. He handled Ibuki well. Hiyoko, however, had enough it seemed.
“Ugh! Shut the hell up! I just woke up and you’re being annoying! Go talk to Mr. Ham Hands in your private cabin if you wanna suck his gross, cheesy dick that bad!” Clenching her teeth in frustration, Hiyoko reached out and shoved Ibuki as hard as she could with her angry little hands. The strength such a hateful little body could produce was actually quite surprising. Ibuki screeched, stumbled abruptly forward into Byakuya, who, taken by surprise, tumbled forward onto you. Like a stack of dominos you all went down with quite a bit of commotion.
With the hefty size and height of the Affluent Progeny before you, you were easily taken flat to the ground with a gasp. Everyone turned to look at the situation: Ibuki collapsed across Byakuya’s ass and legs, and Byakuya smothered head first into the plush front of your breasts. Time seemed to stop for a second, and Byakuya raised his head, cheeks aflame with embarrassment at the undignified position. You looked back into his eyes with just as much shock. Hiyoko covered her mouth with both hands, holding back how devilishly delighted she was at the chaos she’d just caused.
“Well, well! If the big rich boy wanted some play that badly, he probably could’ve just asked (Y/N)! I must say, I’m quite jealous of his position!” Teruteru teased, wiggling his fingers, imagining himself switching places with Byakuya.
Byakuya scrambled to his feet, lifting himself off of you in a hurry while sputtering defensive, angry retorts about how a gentleman of rare stock such as himself would never stoop so low and something about not being a common rake like the promiscuous chef.
Teruteru Hanamura
Teruteru was playful, unserious, relaxed in most aspects of his life and personality. However, you noticed he was fiercely serious when it came to cooking. It was his passion, his life’s work, something he didn’t play around with. You admired how much time and effort he put into his craft, and loved to watch him work. He spent every breakfast, lunch and dinner period making a literal feast for all of his classmates, and you often liked to either watch him work his magic in the kitchen, or get more hands-on and actually help him. You found him funny and knowledgable, and liked learning little recipes and cooking methods as much as eating the finished works. However, it was nice to be complimented, compared to delicious dishes and praised for your cooking assistance skills. You found yourself having a lot of fun with him.
At the moment, you were helping Teruteru in the dining hall of the old building by the hotel. Your class had prepared a little party of sorts for tonight, a little feast and get-together to chat, have fun, and just be carefree for a night. Now done with the dishes, it was all about plating and arrangment. He wanted the dining hall to stun your peers when they arrived in the next ten minutes or so.
He was up on a ladder, piling up a tower of sashimi and nigiri a mile high. You spotted him, nervous about the height he was at, especially with his short frame. You had your arms out in preparation, ready for any spills or to catch stray strips of fish meat. Everything had to be perfect. He took pride in that. Ice on the bottom, a cold room, fresh meat, the proper placement.
Teetering to place a bit of yellowtail and red snapper on the top of his masterpiece, you heard him gasp a bit, one foot stumbling over the other on the top step of the ladder. Determined not to crash into and therefore ruin his mountain of fish, he quickly shifted his weight, twisting so he instead fell away and off of the ladder and unfortunately, onto his gracious helper. You grunted with the impact, slamming flat onto your back on the hard floor with Teruteru on top of you. With his height and the angle of the fall, his face planted so very conveniently into your breasts.
It was almost a little too perfect of a scenario for someone like him, and you flustered up immediately, questioning if he’d done it on purpose as he took his good old time getting up. Of course, lewd remark after lewd remark ensued, as he took advantage of the situation fully. How often would he get an opportunity as lucky as that?
Nekomaru Nidai
Nekomaru had many more positive traits than negative ones. You absolutely loved spending time with him, as he radiated positivity and pushed all of those around him to be their best self and train their bodies and minds. He was all about mental and physical strength, as was expected of the Ultimate Team Manager. Nekomaru trained champions, and so he could never just let his friends go without realizing their full potential. You very much enjoyed his presence, his overwhelming energy, hearty laugh, encouraging personality.
Spending time with Nekomaru often meant also spending time with Akane. The two walls of muscle often bonded over their shared interest in being strong in body and mind, and today you’d agreed to train with them. Nekomaru was good at reading people’s insecurities - better to help overcome them - and today, he insisted on honing your senses, as the killing game left you feeling vulnerable and even a bit useless. There’s no one you trusted more to help you get out of those feelings. It was good to get your mind off of things while training to become less of a target for a killing. Two birds, one stone and all that.
Nekomaru had all four of you blindfolded: you, Nekomaru himself, Akane, and Hajime Hinata, who often got roped into silly activities with whoever seemed to be available to hang out that particular day. Nekomaru insisted he could use the training as well, so here he was. The next hour or so was spent dodging light attacks, relying on hearing and sensing danger when sight was not an option. Nekomaru always went easier on you and Hajime, saving the harder hits for Akane, who would never accept any less. Out on the beach behind the diner, you felt the sand between your toes, the wind on your face, the blindfold forcing you to perceive your surroundings in a whole new way.
You swivled on your heels, hearing someone new approach from the south, and you assumed everyone else heard them, too. It was Ibuki, as you easily reognized from the voice.
“There you guys are! We couldn’t find you for like, forever! Anyhoo! Teruteru sent me to round y’all up! Soup’s on! Come on back to the-” before Ibuki could even finish her words, Akane was bolting, blindfold still on, toward the first island, and only Ibuki would actually see what happened next:
Akane, all speed and no sight, plowed into Hajime and pushed past him. He yelped, splatting onto the ground at full-force.
“Ouch! What the fu- ah!” Hajime was cut off as Nekomaru, who also was now heading in the same direction as Akane, tripped over Hajime’s prone body on the sand, tripping face forward onto you, innocent of the chaos and unsuspecting while still blind to the world around you.
“Gah!” Nekomaru’s deep voice rumbled, clumsily taking you down with him, his huge mountain of a body easily smashing yours into the sand below him. Ibuki could only laugh at the cluster-fuck in front of her, the chain of events that lead to Nekomaru face planting directly into your chest. His exclamation of surprise was muffled into your soft mounds of flesh. You were speechless, just wondering what the hell was going on.
“Aww man, sorry, Hajime!” Nekomaru, hearing Hajime yell out beforehand, assumed it was the skinny brunette crushed below him. He reached up for the blindfold, lifting it and immediately feeling a rush of embarrassment set his cheeks ablaze. The tips of his ears were on fire and his heartbeat was racing, now making eye contact with you.
He wasn’t oblivious to his size, knowing whoever he’d fallen on top of was almost certainly pinned and unable to get up until he moved, so he scrambled to is feet, apologizing profusely and helping you to your feet while Ibuki made teasing remarks just a short distance away.
Gundham Tanaka
It was a rare stormy night on the beautiful tropical island. All outdoor activities were off the table, and so you and your good friend, Gundham, decided on spending time in his cabin. It had taken a lot of work to get Gundham to this point, where he let a “mere mortal” into the safe space of his private quarters, and he was still closed off in some ways. He had walls up: about his heart, his past, his Four Dark Devas, and you’d slowly broken many of them down. He still was his own quirky, awkward, edgy self, but around you, he was slightly more relaxed. He didn’t usually let others interact with his Devas, and he still insisted they could turn on even himself in a moment’s notice as they were powerful beasts and truly their own masters, but he was more comfortable letting you hold and take care of them than anyone else. You’d earned that right. You were worthy in his eyes.
You loved his personalized cabin, overrun with hamster tunnels and pet care items. It was so cute and cozy, a stark contrast to his own presentation to the world. Tonight, he regaled you with embellished and dramatic tales of his past feats while the Devas crawled all around you. One was under the collar of your shirt, trying to siphon away your body heat, another used your shirt sleeve like a tunnel. One sat in your lap, eating a seed you offered. Gundham’s storytelling was so entertaining to you because he was so effortlessly good at it. It was an accident that he was so alluring.
Without warning, lightning cracked outside and the lights went out. It was pure black all around you, and you assumed your peers in their own cabins were experiencing the same thing.
Freaking out a bit, Gundham yelled for his Devas, calling them back to his own side. Again, though he trusted you, and didn’t want to admit any faults in his breeding and training methods, at the end of the day, the Devas were animals with instincts and wild at heart. He feared them panicking at the sudden darkness and lashing out to scratch or bite you. He could handle it, as his bandaged arm proved, but he didn’t want that happening to you.
He reached out frantically for the Devas in the dark, lunging forward, scrambling and stumbling until he accidentally toppled you over. Clumsily, he fell forward onto you. You yelped at the impact, not seeing but feeling the Devas scramble for cover away from you before they could be crushed by their owner. Now flat on your back in the darkness, you smelled a masculine, fragrant gel product as a coif of hair tickled your nostrils. Quickly you realized that Gundham Tanaka had pinned you, his face smashed into your bosom.
The monitor that adorned every individual cabin flashed on, the monochromatic, evil bear appearing with a sheepish look across his mischievous face.
“Sorry there, kiddos! Backup generator comin’ at ya!” As if he even cared in the first place, he giggled before disappearing off the screen once again.
The lights shuttered and then flashed back on, Gundham now able to fully take in the situation. His eyes met yours, and widened in absolute horror, mouth agape. He shoved himself off of you immediately, crawling back to his side of the floor and gathering his Devas into his arms. He preferred to pretend the whole thing never happened, hiding his now tomato-red face behind the folds of his scarf.
Nagito Komaeda
Nagito was acting weird. Like, weirder than usual. You were all in the hotel restaurant for your morning meeting as always, save for Fuyuhiko, who was in the hospital after Peko’s trial the day before. Nagito was a clammy, sweaty mess, ranting and and raving about the most random things, and just… lying a lot?
You knew Nagito a little better than the others in the group, actively choosing to befriend and get to know him as much as he would allow, but one didn’t need to know Nagito well to know that he was lying. He was saying the most outlandish, obvious lies in rapid succession.
“Nagito, is this a joke? What are you up to, now?” Hajime, ever cynical and suspicious questioned the pariah of the group, who held himself in a crazed embrace, arms wrapped around his shaking form as he rambled on.
You also knew from spening time with Nagito that he was ill, extremely ill. He was so physically ill that it extended into affecting his mental and emotional wellbeing as well. It wasn’t like he didn’t lie to push his own goals from time to time, but this was different. Something was wrong. You’d all observed that Ibuki and Akane were acting strange as well, and so Hajime, kind of the default leader of sorts, put his flat palm to each of their foreheads and found them ablaze with heat. Ah ha! So there was an illness on top of the illness. Nagito was lanky and pale as it was, but today, he was a ghost of even that.
The group discussed what to do, trying to figure out what was wrong with your three obviously ill classmates, when Nagito, chuckling in a frenzied, unstable way, started to wobble on his feet. You saw his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he stumbled, beginning to drop. You swept forward and moved to catch him before he could hit the floor and take some real damage. With someone as sickly as him, a good fall would probably mess him up big time. Losing consciousness, his dead weight fell face forward, directly into the cushion of your breasts. You fumbled with his weight, struggling to keep him up while he nearly suffocated into the plush surface that smothered his face. You panicked, looking around for help, humiliation in your expression. He was heavier than his gangly frame suggested.
Hajime Hinata
You had the despair disease.
And you had it bad.
Forced into the hospital on the third island, you, Nagito, Akane and Ibuki had been quarantined, separated from most of your healthy classmates. Only Mikan, Fuyuhiko and Hajime visited the four of you on a day-to-day basis, both to care for you until you were better and to protect you from being victims of the killing game. Hajime, being closer to you than the others and someone who considered you a true friend, also just wanted to be there to keep you company. If he caught the disease trying to protect and visit you, so be it. He wasn’t really worried about it.
Little did Hajime know, you very much saw him as more than a friend. Although you’d never admit it to him, you were head over heels for your intelligent, perceptive, caring classmate. Your crush couldn’t have been bigger. When the disease first began to manifest and you were in the more mild stages of it, you tried to keep him away from the hospital, because it was clear to you which form of the disease you’d caught.
Akane had cowardice, Nagito lying, Ibuki gullibility, and you…
It was most definitely love… or lust, or infatuation… you couldn’t quite tell. You’d like to think it was love, because if it was just lust or infatuation, you’d think you’d be climbing all over Fuyuhiko and Mikan when they came to visit, too, but so far, your grabby hands had only been reaching for Hajime. Your mind had been infected with an all-encompassing passion for Hajime Hinata, and Hajime Hinata alone.
Again, when you were more conscious and healthy at the begginning stages of the disease, you could recognize the involuntary increase of feelings swelling in your heart. You tried to warn Hajime to stay away, fully aware of what was happening to your body. He insisted on taking care of you just as he would help Mikan take care of the others, regardless of your warnings. As your fever burned and the sickness ravaged your body, you found it harder and harder to not grab at him when he approached, to not flirt shamelessly, to not look him up and down and imagine him without his shirt on. On days when the island felt hotter than usually, you subtly even suggested that he just be rid of the white uniform shirt altogether. Hajime had been a blushing mess around you all week, but had done his best to ignore the touches and advances, as he knew you weren’t in your right frame of mind. Though he secretly liked you more as a friend as well, he’d never take advantage of your predicament.
On this day in particular, the disease seemed to be at its climax. Your body was going through waves of heat flashes, sweat pouring from your hairline and onto your face.
As soon as Hajime opened the door to your hospital room, you leapt out of the bed before he could even speak a word. Your heart burned with affection as you latched onto him, jumping into his arms and smushing his face into the crevice of your breasts, very much on purpose.
“Hajime~ I missed you~” You crushed his nose into the sweaty cleavage of your bosom, wanting him to feel the warmth and love you held for him.
“(Y-Y/N)!” Hajime sputtered, stunned at the surprise attack, could barely breath, smothered into the embrace.
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu
You really admired Peko for her strength, skill and silent grace. She was strong and knew she was strong. She didn’t boast, she was confident in her art form. She was truly the Ultimate Swordswoman. Although it was quite hard at first, you’d managed to get close enough to her to consider her a friend. Being close to Peko by default meant you’d have to get a bit closer with Fuyuhiko as well. The pair were inseparable it seemed, and you didn’t mind that. Fuyuhiko, despite his fiery, spiky exterior, was actually much more thoughtful and kind that most people knew. You’d grown to realize that those who earned a modicum of his trust and friendship would not be disappointed in the type of man he could be. He often tagged along, pretending he didn’t want to be there when you hung out with Peko.
You stood on one side of the beach with Peko across the way on the other side. Peko took up an offensive stance, preparing for a head-on attack. She’d agreed to teach you some swordsmanship and martial arts basics here and there after seeing your interest, and so here you were, on your third lesson. Today’s learning goals included the basics of defensive stances, blocks, counters.
You weren’t picking up the skills as quickly as you’d like, though Peko always encouraged you to press on in her sisterly, stern, blunt way. Fuyuhiko stood nearby, reading some old book from the enormous library while leaned carelessly against the outside wall of the diner. He looked up occassionally to watch you two and comment, to scoff or tease when you messed up or express concern begrudgingly when he felt like Peko was going a little hard on you. Though she was supportive verbally, it seemed that she sometimes forgot her own strength compared to a beginners when it came time for action.
Frustrated with your own skills, you spaced out a bit, sighing and dropping your guard for just a moment, the wrong moment. Peko surged forward for an attack, noticing your lack of focus just a second too late.
“(Y/N), block!” Peko spoke curtly as she approached. With that wake up call, you brought the practice sword up at the very last second, just barely avoiding a head-on attack from the master swordswoman, one that probably would’ve knocked you out cold. Your pathetic excuse for a block took away a bit of the brunt impact, but Peko’s pure strength had you stumbling back still, knocked backward off your feet.
Fuyuhiko, softer in the heart than he’d like to admit, looked up upon hearing the commotion and, in an instinctual moment of reaction, dropped his book and lunged forward, ready to break your fall, if even just a little. You made eye contact with him on the way down, dropping hold of the sword and twisting to grab onto his petite frame.
You easily tipped over his small body, taking him down with you. You instantly smothered him - your chest lining up perfectly with his nose and mouth - cutting off his airways as you two hit the ground. You were crushing him.
Profanities and protests fully muffled against your chest, Fuyuhiko struggled and swore, insulting you and hurling hateful curses from his compromising position.
Kazuichi Souda
You were making your way to Strawberry House from Grape House. In the elevator beside you was your good friend, Kazuichi, or just Kaz’, as you’d affectionately taken to calling him. You two often moved together, hanging out nearly every day, and now that you were all locked inside the funhouse, nothing had changed. In fact, with the danger of the killing game motive, you probably spent even more time linked at the hip with Kazuichi, as you liked to have each other’s back. He was a true friend to you.
Not only did you find Kazuichi’s unique style intriguing and his personality hilarious, but you really respected his unmatchable skill in engineering. He was a master, able to fix, take apart, and fix again nearly every machine or piece of tech that was thrown at him. He often, in fact, didn’t see just how amazing he was. Sure, he bragged at times, but you sensed a lot of insecurity under the surface, like he would never know just how valuable and important he actually was. You would often ask for his help fixing things or beg him to teach you some of what he knew.
On what you expected to be a short ride in the elevator, you were chatting it up with your best bud, complaining about the lack of food and the eye-strain caused by the bright walls of the fun house. One thing you two loved to do was complain together. You both just seemed to get each other.
Quite suddenly, the elevator stalled. Stopping mid-sentence, you grabbed onto Kazuichi’s forearm for reassurance as the elevator shook and thrusted to an abrupt halt with a jolt, knocking you into him. The lights flickered and went out.
“This is my worst fucking nightmare…” You chuckled nervously, grabbing onto Kazuichi tighter. He was panicking too under the surface, but being the Ultimate Mechanic, knew he was well within his skill set to fix the situation. Grumbling in displeasure, he sighed.
“Yeah, this fuckin’ sucks, but…” he started reaching out in the dark, looking for some kind of control panel or buttons, “I can probably get us outta here. Shit! If only I had just a speck of light!” You relinquished your hold on him so he could crouch, looking for some way to start his work. The panic was starting to really set in for you. What were the odds of this happening?
With a groan, the elevator lurched and shook again.
“Kaz’!” You shrieked in the dark, leaping forward to grab onto Kazuichi, not caring one bit if you were impeding on any progress he had made. He yelped as you suctioned yourself onto him, tackling him to the ground.
“H-hey!” Kazuichi’s voice was muffled below you. You could barely make it out. “I can’t breathe!” He struggled beneath you, locked in your vice-like, terrified embrace as you ashphixiated him into your chest.
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To: Y/n
From: Amber
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Dear Y/n,
Welcome, my dear, to my blog! This is a writing blog themed around either fictional characters or my ocs writing to you or your oc! This is mostly focused on love letters from your f/o but I will take other requests not centered around romance! Do note that I center around romance due to the fact that my specialty is writing romance.
Here is my Masterlist!
Here is my Oc List!
I go by Amber and Jonas and I’d really appreciate it if you used both names for me! I identify as genderfluid and a trans man; male, female, and nonbinary; and my pronouns are He/They/She. I’d really appreciate it if you mix up my pronouns/gendered terms when referring to me (ex: “Where are they, I saw them a while ago? Actually, I think he might be in his room. She’s always on her computer writing something.” or “He’s in here, but they’re too busy on her computer writing something.”) but if you must refer to me with one set of pronouns, I prefer they/them or he/him rather than just she/her.
My main blog is @selfshipping-shapeshifter and you should go follow it if you're interested! I chat with mutuals there and post about my f/os and ocs!
I also have a few writing blogs:
@self-shipping-selfcare where I write x Reader oneshots and headcanons (my main writing blog)
@gt-cafe where I write exclusively Giant/tiny oneshots (both original works and fanfics)
@your-yandere-darling where I write exclusively yandere oneshots and headcanons (with fictional characters, my ocs, and/or just a yandere character type)
@fnaf-edits where my friend and I post exclusively Fnaf (he does edits, matchups, and kin assignments and I write oneshots and headcanons)
✎.⋆I Will Write⋆.➳
Romantic letters
Platonic letters
Letters filled with fluff
Letters filled with angst
Letters from multiple characters
Letters from yandere characters
Letters to the reader
Letters to/from my ocs
And letters to your ocs
✎.⋆I Won’t Write⋆.➳
Character x Character (sometimes, ignoring polyamory)
YouTubers/Celebrities
✎.⋆Fandoms I Write For⋆.➳
A Monster in Paris
At Dead of Night
Beastars
Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival
Call of Duty Zombies (Primis and Ultimis Richtofen only please)
Cuphead
Danganronpa
Detroit: Become Human
Doki Doki Literature Club
Five Nights at Freddy's
Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss
Homegrown Pet
John Doe Game
Portal 2
Puss in Boots The Last Wish
Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs
Scrutinized
Skyrim
Spooky Month
Super Mario Bros Movie (Bowser only please)
Team Fortress 2
The Bad Guys
The Great Mouse Detective
Trapped With Jester
Undertale/Deltarune
Villainous
Yandere Simulator
Your Boyfriend
And maybe more I can't remember at the moment (please don’t hesitate to ask me if there’s a certain fandom I’ll write for, because I believe I write for more than this but I can’t remember all my fandoms)
✎.⋆Other Rules You Should Know⋆.➳
If you’re requesting something from Call of Duty Zombies, I’m still learning the lore and everything and I only write Richtofen as of now
For Danganronpa, I’ll write for the games only. I haven’t seen the anime yet, reason why I can’t write for it. I’ll also write for any character except Celeste and anyone from the anime and Ultra Despair Girls. My favorite characters to write for are Teruteru and Hifumi
For the Super Mario Bros Movie, I’ll only write for Bowser for right now
For Villainous, I haven’t seen the show yet but I have seen the shorts so I won’t write for anyone from the show only yet
I have the right to reject a request for whatever reason (I think I can’t write it, it’s not a fandom I’m in, I’ve already written something too similar to it, I’m uncomfortable with it, etc) and I might either answer your ask politely rejecting your request or I just delete the ask
If I'm obsessed with a certain fandom I'll be more focused on writing for it but I don’t mind if you request something from a different fandom (though I prefer if you request something from the fandom(s) that I’m currently obsessed with)
I’m a lazy procrastinator who fears I won’t be good at interpreting the characters well. It might take a while for me to finish your request because I either procrastinated, didn’t know how to write the character you requested, or both. Another reason why I wouldn't finish a request quickly is because I had a lack of motivation and/or inspiration which has been happening a lot recently, so if your request takes longer from that then I sincerely apologize
Please be specific when requesting something, if you aren't specific I'll assume you're fine with something random. And for polyamorous relationships, please specify the relationship (ex: Is Character A and Character B dating each other and the reader or are they simply friends who are both dating the reader?)
Crossovers are welcome here, the only rule is it has to be in my list of fandoms. You can still ask me if I know a certain TV Show/movie/video game/book/anime. If you request anything anime, chances are I don’t know it since I haven’t seen a lot of anime. I want to watch more, though (at some point)
Please be respectful and I hope you enjoy your time here!
Sincerely, Jonas~♡
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#amber's pinned posts#amber's important posts#f/o community#self shipping community#x gender neutral reader#x male reader
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Anything else Teruteru?
Well... after that, we were told by Junko to kill our families so they don't suffer for our rebellion against Hope's Peak...
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So she ask you to kill your families to save them?
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Mhm... I know that she gave this order to everyone that join her side as a way to protect them I... even remember chasing down my brother and sister too...!
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Date: April 28th, 2013
*Teruteru ran down the hall with various kitchen tools* GET BACK HEEEEEEEERE!!! I'M TRYING TO PROTEEEEEECT YOOOOOU!!
Fu-Fuck fuck fuck! He's gonna kill us, isn't he?!
Ye-Yeah he is, quickly we need to get away, HURRY!!!
*The 2 rush into a room and close the door*
There... making this really hard, aren't they? Well...
I know that once I did this; I won't feel as bad! So here I come... *Teruteru open the door and...*
... *He saw both Yokoyoko and Kojikoji at a open window*
[X]
...Sorry Teruteru but there's no way your going to kill us.
Even if we kill ourselves if we have to...
Right Yokoyoko...?
Ri-Right... goodbye Teruteru, hope we see you in the next life...
N-No wait, you guys shouldn't jump, you...you...!
*As then the 2 jump out the window and Teruteru rush over* NOOOOOO!!
... *walks over and sees both Yokoyoko and Kojikoji's bodies on the ground and blood is splatter but a person walk into the room*
...Seems those 2 are dead now, huh?
Well... I guess this is good enough, now your family doesn't have to see you fighting against Hope's Peak.
*put a hand on his shoulder* And even then, you got a new family now; don't worry, will be there to help you.
Y-You will...?
Of course, after all; I think many of them will understand why your doing all this - to take down Hope's Peak Academy!
So c'mon, let's move on from the past and start the rebellion.
I... I suppose we should, I know I'll never forget them...
Okay Junko, let's go then... *Teruteru and Junko walk out together*
#dr#danganronpa#dtfa#despair to future arc#ds:rw#despair side: re write#sdr2#super danganronpa 2#dr:thh#danganronpa: trigger happy havoc#teruteru hanamura#monomi#yokoyoko hanamura#kojikoji hanamura#junko enoshima#anonymous#ds ep 6
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Shot Through The Heart (Kyoko Kirigiri X Male Reader)
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0jk2DH7
by Hypernova_7
A quiet, stoic girl and a quiet, shy boy meet, what will happen?
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(Y/N) (L/N) was never really that popular in school, not really having that much friends, dealing with bullies sometimes and keeping away from the crowds a lot, but one thing he enjoyed that everyone knew about? Archery, honestly he never really cared about popularity or anything despite all the awards he's won from it for competitions and stuff, he just did it because he had fun doing it. But one day though he got an invitation to join that one prestigious school everyone constantly talks about, that's right, Hope's Peak Academy, he was honestly a little hesitant at first to accept the invite, but once realizing this might actually change his life for the better, he accepted. Watch him as he tries to adapt to his new daily school life as he meets a bunch of interesting people that he could actually call friends... And finds a girlfriend?
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Start Date: 12/25/2021
End Date: 06/20/2022
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As you can see, this story was written a year ago, this was taken from my Wattpad page (My user is the same) and put onto here.
Words: 22328, Chapters: 14/30, Language: English
Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, Dangan Ronpa Series
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Kirigiri Kyouko, Naegi Makoto, Asahina Aoi, Togami Byakuya, Hagakure Yasuhiro, Fukawa Touko, Celestia Ludenberg, Fujisaki Chihiro, Yamada Hifumi, Enoshima Junko, Ikusaba Mukuro, Ishimaru Kiyotaka, Kuwata Leon, Oowada Mondo, Ogami Sakura, Maizono Sayaka, Hinata Hajime, Komaeda Nagito, Nanami Chiaki, Owari Akane, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko, Tanaka Gundham, Saionji Hiyoko, Mioda Ibuki, Soda Kazuichi, Koizumi Mahiru, Tsumiki Mikan, Nidai Nekomaru, Pekoyama Peko, Mitarai Ryota, Sonia Nevermind, Hanamura Teruteru, Kirigiri Jin, Yukizome Chisa
Relationships: Kirigiri Kyoko/Reader
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hope's Peak Academy (Dangan Ronpa), Hope's Peak Academy (Dangan Ronpa), POV Male Character, Slice of Life, Platonic Relationships, Two people with zero social skills get together, Trauma, Child Neglect, Past Child Abuse, Persona 3 References, How Do I Tag
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0jk2DH7
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Hiii can you write Twogami x tired student reader please?
Sure!!! This is my first time writing an x reader for them, so I’m trying my best! Sorry if it sucks Orz
✨Gender neutral pronouns used! ✨
TW:
Twogami and Y/N are just chillin out at the cafeteria eating some lunch together. Of course, the essentials, like some deep fried Teruteru chicken and whatever fast food they wanted. Whatever drink they wanted too.
Teruteru comes up to check up on the two. “Everybody doing okay in here? Anything else I could get you two lovebirds~?”
Y/N shakes their head and Teruteru leaves. “Hey so, Byakuya? Would you like to… maybe help me study for this math test coming up? I’m really bad at math and getting help from you would be the best since like… math is right up your alley?” Y/N’s face reddens as they blush nervously.
Twogami smiles to themself. “Sure, I wouldn’t say no to helping somebody, especially you, because you’re absolutely precious to me.”
Y/N smiles to themself and stretches and they make a little noise. “Mmm! I feel more confident knowing that I’ll have you by my side.”
Twogami laughs. “Forever and always, my dear, forever and always. I’ll be by your side…”
Y/N smiles to themself and looks up at Twogami and Twogami notices their S/O looking up at them. “Byakuyaaaaaa,” They start to say.
“What, Y/N?”
“Wanna go study at the library? It’s nice and quiet there and we could get a lot of studying done in there, like a few chapters at least.” Y/N asks. Twogami nods.
“Sure. Let’s go get the things we need to study, come along, Y/N.” Twogami holds Y/N’s hand as they both make their way to their respective cottages.
Y/N packs up a whole backpack filled with a school binder that has a bunch of notes in it and the study guide.
They then put on the backpack and they slowly but surely make their way to Twogami’s cottage. They yawn and knock on the door.
The door opens with Twogami smiling. “Are you ready to go, Y/N?”
“Yep! Let’s go!” Y/N responds, smiling to themself.
The two eventually make their way to the library and Twogami pulls back a chair and lets Y/N sit first.
What a sweetheart 😭
Y/N reaches into their bag, getting out all of their notes and organizing their notes into little neat piles.
Twogami likes that and smirks. “Y/N, I love all of the neat piles you have. Impressive.”They sit down next to Y/N, blushing.
Twogami also reaches into their bag and gets out their math notes, flipping through their notes.
“Alright, what sections of this math unit are you confused about?”
Y/N looks down at the study guide that Monomi gave them a week prior. Much to Twogami’s surprise, some bits of the questions about division and some multiplication are blank.
“I… A lot of these are blank because… division is a huge weakness for me. Some multiplication questions are hard for me too.”
Twogami picks up Y/N’s study guide and flicks through the pages. “You did really well with these. Nice job.” They pat Y/N’s head, causing Y/N to blush and giggles a bit. Twogami blushes a little bit.
“Al-Alright, look at this one. 39*283. And don’t forget that there’s three multiplication symbols. The asterisk one is kind of common, along with the usual ‘x’ shape. So you can use whichever you want during this test. I also brought a calculator, since calculators are allowed on the test.”
Y/N gasps. “That’s a THING??? Like… a genuine thing???”
“Yes, you didn’t know..? Monomi has let us do this for a while now. Sure it makes Monokuma really mad, but it’s alright.”
Twogami hands his super fancy calculator to Y/N and they type in the math question. “Ha! It’s 11,037!”
Danganronpa jokes are the literal best lol
They yawn and without even realizing it, cross their arms, lay them on the table and lay their head on their arms, falling asleep almost instantly.
Twogami continues to flip through the study guides and notices some little doodles in the little corners, like little hearts and star shapes.
“Seems like you know most of what’s going to be on the test, dear Y/N.”
No response.
“Y/N?“ They turn their head to see Y/N, completely asleep. He moves closer and gently shakes them, waking them up.
“Hm..? What… What’s up, Byakuya? Did I fall asleep?”
“Yes, are you feeling alright? You look… exhausted.”
Y/N looks up at Twogami, stretches, makes a little noise from the stretch and looks nervous.
“I… stayed awake for several hours in hopes that I actually could finish this damn thing. Then I fell asleep at my little table at three in the morning… I’m just really worried that I’m gonna fail!!” They look at them, with really sad eyes. They then cry into Twogami’s chest, startling them.
“H-Hey, Y/N, I promise that everything will be alright! My name is Byakuya Togami and I will make sure you get a 100% on this test!” They continue to pat Y/N’s head.
“Now, dear, please stop the tears, you’re going to make yourself even more tired.” He pats their head and gives them a gentle hug. Y/N lifts up their head and smiles while wiping the tears.
“Okay..!”
Twogami continues to help Y/N study for a little while longer, going into length about division and multiplication.
Honestly fuck all of that tbh
“Well, I think we should both head to our homes, I never how realize how late it got. I don’t want you to get so tired that you fall asleep during the test and fail. Come with me, let’s go home.”
Y/N nods and picks up all of their notes, feeling confident. They smirk once they get all of their notes picked up.
They head back to their cottages. They both eventually make it and Y/N looks right up at Twogami. “Thank you so much for the help today, Byakuya. I greatly appreciate it. You’re literally the best partner ever!”
They give Twogami a quick peck on the cheek and dash to their cottage room, their face is tomato red and they giggle a bit. They turn around and wave like this:
Y/N eventually closes the door after exclaiming “YOU’RE THE BEST!”
Literally Thiccakuya:
They, too, also walk to their cottage grinning proudly and just… bLUSHES hard and eventually goes to bed.
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