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Detour (MDNSY Oneshot)
For an ask about the reactions of the JJK cast on MDNSY Gojo's... everything 😂
Scrubstan22 finds himself in the (un)enviable position of explaining Ru-kun to the JJK cast
(Link here: or read below)
Nanabi Shun, better known by his online handle ‘Scrubstan22’ is having his most surreal day yet. An unhinged mad scientist turned villain with a space-time quirk and an obsession with Ru-kun that borders on the same level as even the most delusional of Scrubs, has accidentally flung him, an innocent bystander, into an alternate dimension.
This would be terrifying, if it wasn’t apparently some kind of alternate dimension where Ru-kun’s anime is real.
And not only is it real… it’s apparently Ru-kun’s true origin story??
To be fair, it’s still terrifying, but Scrubstan22 has more pressing matters to focus on than his own mortality and possible impending doom.
Gojo Satoru apparently exists in this world— but Ru-kun does not.
It’s utterly absurd! It’s unreasonable and unfair! Maybe those songs really do already exist in this world— as the very unamused talking Panda keeps trying to tell him— but if No Scrubs and Ru-kun aren’t performing it, then they don’t actually exist at all! Nanabi couldn’t possibly put into words how life-changing it was to see Ru-kun perform in person. The fact that he doesn’t exist in this world— or at least not as the shit-posting global celebrity rockstar that Nanabi knows him as— is really quite sad. These poor kids don’t know what they’re missing out on. As a major Scrub and Ru-kun simp, Nanabi just can’t let this slide. He has to rectify it immediately.
Luckily he has a perfect solution.
His entire downloaded archive of all things No Scrubs and Ru-kun.
Some of Gojo Satoru’s students are more impressed than others.
“I hate that he looks so good in that skirt,” comes from the glasses-wearing girl. Maki, he thinks is her name. He only watched through the anime once so he’s pretty bad with the names of all the side characters.
“I should have known he’d make an excellent Sailor Moon after he stole my uniform.” Kugisaki Nobara complains, looking exactly as her character does in the anime.
Neither of them are enthused to see Ru-kun in his crossdressing glory, but Nanabi notices they’re unwillingly enthralled nonetheless.
Itadori Yuuji himself— the main character of Cursed Fight Season One— is unsurprisingly the most enthusiastic about it all. He nearly climbs over Nanabi for a better look at the recording on his phone, eyes alight.
“Sensei is so cool as a rockstar! It really suits him well!” Itadori exclaims, delighted. “And he’s singing ‘My Chemical Romance’? Sensei has such good taste!”
“He’s just an emo-punk loser who clearly had way too much time on his hands,” Fushiguro Megumi protests, although despite his inflammatory remarks he too doesn’t look away from the screen.
Apparently quite a few No Scrubs’ songs are from this band ‘My Chemical Romance’. Yuuji even shows him the music video of the same song from the actual band just to prove it, although that was wholly unnecessary. Nanabi believes him when he says all these songs already exist in this world and belong to other bands— he just doesn’t care. If anything, seeing the other bands perform it just confirms what he already believed; Ru-kun does it better.
Nanabi is happy to show them all the fan recordings he has of No Scrubs, gushing over the various outfit choices and the songs themselves. It’s actually kind of nice that these songs exist already, because that means these kids already know them and he can argue about which are superior without having to explain. Itadori’s favorite is ‘A Loaded God Complex’, called ‘Sugar We’re Goin’ Down’ in this world (although Itadori admits the changed title suits Ru-kun far more), Fushiguro’s is ‘Island in the Sun’, and Panda translates that Inumaki’s is ‘Thanks for the Memories’, but Panda himself confesses he’s unfamiliar with this genre of music. The two girls decry all their picks as boring, and don’t seem particularly impressed by any of Ru-kun’s songs until—
“Paramore!!” The two girls screech in unison, suddenly looking a lot more invested than they had earlier.
Nanabi has up a recording from the Scrubs Unite tour, which Ru-kun had done entirely in drag. They’d finally gotten to the encore, where Ru-kun had tried to weasel his female bandmates into singing the encore song, insisting it was made for a female vocalist. They summarily denied him, so he ended up singing the song himself, called Misery Business. It’s one of Nanbi’s favorite performances, and one Ru-kun hasn’t done since.
Even Maki and Kugisaki are begrudgingly impressed.
“He sounds like a male Hayley Williams— that’s so fucking unfair,” Kugisaki denounces, despairing. “Why does that bastard have to be good at everything, seriously.”
“The outfit is pretty spot on too, if he just dyed his hair, it’d be a great cosplay.” Maki agrees, sourly.
“Does he play anything else from Riot?” Kugsaki rounds on him. “What about That’s What You Get?”
Nanabi looks up at her helplessly. “Sorry, I don’t think so. But they apparently have a ton of unreleased stuff though, so maybe I just haven’t heard it.”
Apparently back when No Scrubs was truly an underground band playing random shows at dive bars, they had an insanely large setlist. Most of those songs never made it onto any of the official recordings. He’s heard rumors online that there’s a vinyl floating around, but aside from a single interview with All Might, has no real confirmation of its existence.
“I think it’s awesome that Sensei has an alternate personality as a rockstar,” Yuuji enthuses, looking rather fond and indulgent as he stares down at Ru-kun strutting across a stage. “I hope it’s more relaxing than being The Strongest all the time.”
Nanabi blinks at him. “Oh. He’s that too.”
The Jujutsu Tech students stare at him blankly. “... What?”
//
As it turns out, they’re all collectively more confused and bewildered by the whole Sixwings thing than they are the ‘world’s strongest’ thing. In this world, since the moment of his birth Gojo Satoru was always meant to be the strongest. That he can destroy armies in the blink of an eye and pull out purple-laser-death-beams-of-doom (apparently a technique called Hollow Purple in this world) and walk through explosions unscathed is just common knowledge among the Jujutsu World.
So all of his footage of Dabi’s many international exploits was met with a genial disinterest.
His media folder of Sixwings, however…
“He’s… really in a relationship?” Kugisaki looks utterly confounded. “A normal, healthy, longterm relationship?”
“He’s getting married?” Maki sounds bewildered.
“He has a kid?” Fushiguro sounds unimpressed.
Panda scratches his chin. “Huh. Hey, that’s good for him! He sounds like he’s actually a well-adjusted and normal guy.”
“Is his boyfriend a psychopath?” Kugisaki asks, urgently. “I really can’t see how else this would work out.”
“Not at all! Hawks is well-known as a very charming and friendly hero. He’s actually a really good guy.” Nanabi protests.
Kugisaki squints at him. “How the hell does he put up with him then?”
Nanabi smiles sheepishly. “Uh… he’s pretty easygoing I guess?”
Maki is leaning over him for a better look at his phone, using her fingers to zoom in on the photo he has up of Hawks and Ru-kun at the U.A. School Festival. He doesn’t swing that way, but even he has to admit they looked really good that day. And with Eri thrown in on top of it? It’s no wonder they’re regularly voted as the cutest couple in Japan.
“Damn. They actually look really good together.” Maki says, begrudging.
“Tuna, tuna.” Inumaki pokes Panda in the side.
Panda gives a solemn nod. “Inumaki-kun has a good point. What’s all this gossip about a Sixwings baby?”
“Oh, that’s Eri-chan.” Nanabi scrolls down to a better photo of her. There’s one from the Ru-kun signing event at Tower Records, where a sinfully good-looking Ru-kun is holding her on his hip and waving out to the crowds. “She’s the child he birthed from his own body.”
Fushiguro blinks rapidly. “He what now?”
“He’s fucking with you.” Kugisaki denies immediately.
Nanabi shrugs. “Maybe— but no one knows for sure! To be honest, none of his powers make much sense to us, so some people believe it and others don’t.”
Maki’s expression turns worried. “Well, they’re not all that clear to us either… I mean, there’s a lot you can do with cursed energy…”
She glances up at Panda. Panda just gives her a thumbs up. “That’s right! I mean, I exist, so who knows!”
“There’s a couple different rumors about it, but none are confirmed.” Nanabi fills them in with a gleeful expression. “The main one is that she really is the Sixwings baby, and they had her when they were teenagers and kept it a secret. There’s also a couple variations where Eri is his child, but the regular way, but he’s slept with a lot of people and none of them were women so people are pretty skeptical about it. Then there’s also the theory that he did birth her from his own body, but not with Hawks. There’s no real guesses on who her father is for that one.”
His companions look at him with varying degrees of incredulity. Nanabi spreads his hands. “The likely answer is he’s just messing with everyone and she’s adopted, but like I said, we really don’t know!”
Itadori doesn’t really seem to care about the truth either way, grabbing at his phone to scroll through the photos. “They’re so cute together! Haha, she really kind of even does look like sensei a little bit! She’s definitely just as stylish as he is!”
Itadori keeps scrolling until he gets to the infamous Swing incident, saved in all its glory in an endless gif format.
They all stare in silence as, on screen, Gojo Satoru gets KO’d by his kid on a swing set over and over again.
“Send me that.” Kugisaki demands.
//
Scrubstan22 gets rescued eventually. It’s a pretty boring affair, truth be told. He didn’t see any real curses, or any kind of fighting.
Gojo doesn’t return to campus until long after the sun has set, to the bizarre scene of all his students shoving their phones at poor Nanami, who looks as if he regretted ever coming in person to turn in his paperwork. They’re apparently trying to show Nanami photos of Gojo in drag, despite his vocal protests. The moment they lay eyes on him they pounce on him instead. None of their explanations make any sense. There’s something about him being a rockstar, and also married, and apparently a mother, and they have plenty of blurry photo evidence they try to shove at him. It looks like they all took photos of someone else’s screenshots, so the quality leaves much to be desired. Maybe if he squints really hard, that does kind of look like him in a mini skirt, but who’s to say really?
Unfortunately for the students, the space-time continuum rights itself overnight and they all lose their collective memory of Scrubstan22 and his alternate-universe. But the digital evidence remains, and occasionally Kugisaki will pull out her phone and watch a very random gif of Gojo-sensei getting smacked to the ground by a kid on a swing, and while she has no idea where it came from, she draws immense satisfaction from it anyway.
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sum jujutsu kaisen headcanons !!
ft. toji, gojo, itadori, nobara, megumi, inumaki, yuuta, maki, geto, sukuna, and nanami
warnings : curse words here and there, slightly suggestive content on toji & gojo's part, mentions of blood on yuuta's part (related to exterminating curses), mentions of alcohol on nanami's part (related to his drink preference)
fluff, light and funny, with a dribble of angst - just a bit tho! hehe :>>
toji !
i have a feeling papa fushiguro would hate being called daddy-
i'm sorry he'd think it's weird 😭😭
and it reminds him of the two kids he left behind 💔
he prefers just being called toji but is secretly a sucker for pet names
too embarrassed to admit it tho, cuz he likes to assert dominance 🥴🥴
gojo !
scams feet pics on onlyfans 💀💀
payment first then BOOM content unlocked but it's a picture of ants on some shaggy park bench-
gets reported 1000 times but still managed to bribe the company to un-ban him by sending thirst traps 🤨
orrr sending heck amount of cash in suitcases — like mobs in the movies
itadori !
does dance covers of kpop groups and posts them on tiktok 💘
hella good moves too!
he'll ask nobara's help to edit the vids, maybe even pay a professional (this happened at least once lol)
other than dance content, itadori's also famous for movie & food reviews which usually involve nobara and megumi cuz they're opposites (in terms of personality and all)
having opinions from two different kinds of people makes his reviews trusted
nobara !
does journaling
it helps expressing her sometimes wild emotions
most of the pages are pictures of maki 😃😃😃
and paragraphs of how she'd destroy the whole world if anything happens to her
nobara's hammer isn't customized
she happens to walk by an antique store and found a pretty hammer with a red heart carving on it!
megumi !
has the best skincare routine & products on GOD.
like, fr have you seen this boy??
so so pretty.
nobara would pester and beg him to spill his skincare routine
but he refuses to answer 💀💀
so nobara stole everything in megumi's bathroom cabinet and tried all of the products.
megumi always drinks room temperature water with two ice cubes
inumaki !
inumaki... loves reading fanfics and BL mangas 🥴🥴
maybe he's gay, maybe he's not, but inumaki loves a soft, fluffy BL story!
inumaki buys a lot of stationery items despite rarely using them
but he does carry around a cute small notepad with a shiba inu drawing on it and a monster's inc sulley pen in case he's too lazy to pull out his phone or in case his phone died
inumaki would beg gojo to bring him to disneyland and uses gojo's card to buy bags of souvenirs
his favorite is the toy story hamm (the piggy bank) hat/headcover. here's a reference photo :
yuuta !
lowkey hates getting his clothes dirty from blood
one of the reasons why he wears a white uniform is to prove how clean he is at killing curses (smooth boi)
yuuta gets away with buying alcohol without showing an id thanks to his sleep-deprived eyes even though he's not actually sleep deprived
that's just how he's built.
ps : no, the alcohol's not for him but for gojo and shoko 🤺🤺🤺
maki !
secretly names all her weapons and talks to them (which is cute imo 🤍)
but not to nobara cuz now she's thinking ‘WHO TF IS MAKI-SAN TAKING TO?? I'LL BEAT THEIR ASSESS’
*loud stomping noises*
only to discover maki talking to a sword 😃
okay now this woman is so fucking talented she's never even once broke her glasses.
no broken lens, no broken frame, no broken anything
the one time she changed her glasses is at the end of her first year. she wanted a new and bold style
panda !
goes rampage at a zoo once, just to scare people
those zap/tazer sticks doesn't work on him and it scared the workers. neither does tranquilizer guns
panda ran out of there and went to a ramen restaurant
then went grocery shopping — bought veggies and fruits — went back to the zoo and feed the animals
the zoo was closed for a month due to that catastrophe 💀💀💀
geto !
kinda dislikes his outfit but wears it anyways as a fashion statement
it has so many layers?? he feels like roasted turkey underneath all that 😭
after taking a different path, he knows he and gojo will lose each other
so he tried everything to hate his best friend but couldn't come to it no matter what
still kept pictures of the group — him, gojo, and shoko — and places it beside his bed (i'm sorry it turned kinda angsty 😫)
okay here, geto never hits on/flirt w people but is still a heart robber — thanks to his man bun
idk but i'm convinced he sprays the bathroom with disinfectant & perfume after taking a shit 💀💀💀
likes opening up the fridge for absolutely no reason.
sometimes he opens the freezer door and just stands/sits in front of it
headcanon that geto's favorite weather is winter then shoko beats his ass (cuz shoko likes spring & cherry blossoms and hates winter cuz the trees looks like bones)
sukuna !
does manicure
them wierdass nails are cared for.
his nails are originally black
it's not nail polish.
sukuna hates itadori's body cuz it makes him shorter than he actually is
sukuna is the reason why itadori uses deodorant
threatened to stop his heart if he doesn't use them
creates art using the bones in his domain
he's bored okay ☹️
nanami !
his fridge is rather empty because nanami prefers takeouts (since work drains his energy)
there's probably milk, butter, some leftovers, and strawberries (yes, headcanon nanami loves strawberries!! 🤍)
but he can cook tho and is surprisingly good AMAZING at it!
nanami's perfume always catches people's attention
it's the scent of soft white musk
nanami visits dog shelters often! and recommends his acquaintances (who are interested in owning a pet) to adopt dogs/other animals instead of buying them.
okay, nanami loves visiting the aquarium. it's therapeutic seeing little fishies 🤍🤍
nanami especially loves seals and siamese fish (god, please give me a nanami) 😞💘
and apparently,, nanami dislikes coffee!
his favorite drink is alcohol (he's canonically a heavy drinker) and hot chocolate 🍻
likes and reblogs are appreciated! 🤍🤍
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10 times, 1 occasion - Inumaki Toge
2. Gift
A/N: aaaaa i woke up to a lot of notifs, i’m so glad everyone is liking it so far! thank u sm for reading! just a quick clarification, I’m setting the reader as non binary; i will be using mostly they/them pronouns and sometimes she/her but i will avoid to do so. happy reading!
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“Megumi!” You called, waving to the underclass man. He offered you a tiny smile and a wave back. You let go of Toge’s hand to pull him into an embrace. “You’re taller! How much you’ve grown, my boy!” You’ve known him since forever, way before you met your fellow second years. And you always loved to pester him.
“I’m the same exact way since you last saw me” He deadpanned as you pinched his cheeks, his voice as plain as you remembered it to be. You only laughed and ruffled his hair, earning a groan.
“Where’s my hug?” You heard the voice of Gojo Satoru resonate through your ears for the first time in a while, and the most annoying phrase in existence was what he chose to say.
You turned to look at him, unimpressed, your expression matching Fushiguro’s. You were met with his usual cheeky smile and raised brows. He extended his arms and did ‘grabby’ hands as children did. Oh my. This man was annoying; and to think you even considered you missed him in the first place.
“Up your ass” You replied and moved his arms away from nearing your torso. He gasped dramatically and pouted like a wounded puppy. You only gave him a pat in his shoulder “Glad to see you’re... Well, alive”
“Don’t speak to Gojo-sensei like that!” You heard a foreign voice, the same one you heard from a far moments ago. You turn to look at the boy with the pink hair with a raised eyebrow. Something in your head clicked, as did your tongue. You pointed at him.
“Sukuna’s vessel” You said. Even up in the mountains the hottest gossip was the kid that ate one of Sukuna’s fingers and actually withstanded to house the spirit inside him. It was the talk at the dinner table for weeks. Your sister was specifically interested in it one night, making her spill hot soup all over your lap when she was in charge of serving everyone that night.
“Itadori Yuuji” He corrected. You stared at him up and down and gave a tiny smile and a nod.
“And this is Nobara Kugisaki” Panda indicated to you, as you turned to face the ginger that looked at you with gleaming eyes. You waved shortly before introducing yourself to both.
One of their faces lit up “You got attacked by a special cursed spirit last year right?” The boy you recognized as Itadori spoke. Your face blanked and drained of any color as you tensed. The only remedy you found was to nod, your jaw clenched shut as Inumaki reached in to rub his hand through your shoulders. It relaxed you, but you didn’t remember him being this touchy before.
“Idiot! You don’t remind other people of their trauma!” Kugisaki hit him in the back of the head, noticing how your attitude shifted in seconds.
“But! It was awesome! You were the first first year ever to expand a complete domain!” Itadori protested, but he slumped realizing how far you were. Your eyes looked as if they were in another galaxy, your mind taking them far as you spaced out. You hated doing it, but it came rather involuntarily when you were avoiding getting hurt. “You’re so skilled”
“It wasn’t awesome. I—“ You sighed, and accepted the compliment, your mind returning back to the scene. “Thank you. I’ve been training since I saw my first curse” You gave a light thankful bow to him before turning to Toge “Walk me to my room?”
“Sake” He nodded, and led you ahead. Panda passed onto you the duffle bag and gave Inumaki the remaining handbag as you two walked in silence towards the second year building.
Your room was exactly as you left it, except for the made up bed. You remembered that morning clearly; you had always been an organized person, but when Maki pulled you out of your bed for what would be your last mission for a while, you didn’t have the time to fix it before leaving. As you looked around, you heard the sound of bags hitting the floor and the generic sound of typing on an electronic keyboard. Then your phone vibrated shortly on the pocket of your jacket. Taking it out, you read the new message.
[ Inumaki Toge: i laid the bed after you left. i knew you wouldn’t like to find it all messy after all this time ]
“Thank you” You spoke as a response. You stood in place, arms crossed and thought. Inumaki chuckled at your tongue poking out from the corner of your lips. “You’re right. I wouldn’t have liked to find the bed unmade after months” You smiled briefly at the warmth spreading through your chest, opened the windows and looked at your space.
On the bed, your new uniform was laid down, awaiting your return. You asked for both the option of wearing pants and a skirt, depending on the type of mission, you settled with what seemed more comfortable. Your closet was empty, as you didn’t know for how much you were going to be away, except for a few pieces you stole from Maki’s closet. Everything Toge gave you, you took with you, and you wouldn’t take things from Yuta without his permission. You looked at the picture on your nightstand of the five of you, taken by Gojo as you exited a training session. You laughed with Panda as Maki, seemingly angry elbowed you in the ribs, Inumaki and Yuta enjoyed the moment quietly, both smiling. Fitted on the inside edge of that picture frame was a strip of pictures you took at a carnival, in a picture booth with Inumaki before exorcising a curse haunting the house of mirrors. One of the most difficult, terrifying missions you could have ever taken, in your first year nevertheless. But getting some Italian food sponsored by Gojo’s wallet at 2 AM on a Saturday was a great way to end the night.
“Heh, look, you had spiky hair” You mentioned, taking the picture strip out of the frame and handing it over to the boy, who passed you another picture from your board by your desk in exchange. It was a selfie Gojo took with you and Maki, as he found you both sneaking in after getting piercings and tempura in Shibuya, taking Ijichi as hostage to drive you there. Remembering the event, you flipped down your septum, and checked for your five lobe piercings and your helix. Due to your family’s cursed technique, piercings were more than cliche, but on the ear, not on the nose. You opted for a septum for whenever you had to hide it. Your phone vibrated again.
[ Inumaki Toge: i always liked that piercing on u. u look very cool ]
[ Inumaki Toge: you’ve always looked cool :)) ]
“You flatter me too much, Toge, thank you” You turned away to hide the blush on your cheeks. Soon, you received a tap on your shoulder. You faced a flustered Inumaki with a dianty box in his hands. “Uh, you shouldn’t have, I—“ You were perplexed, trying to find the reason why he would give you a present.
“Bonito Flakes” He insisted, shoving the gift into your hands and pointing to the door with his head. He wanted to give you some space, to read the letter and to change back into your uniform.
“I’ll be quick, I promise” You gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek before he rushed to leave the room.
You prioritized changing into your uniform, deciding for the navy high rise wide pants with slits on their outer sides going from your mid-upper thigh to the bottom of the piece, made for better movement in battle. You buttoned up and tucked the navy jujutsu high jacket, of which you wore a shorter version, with a classic white collar from your button up peeking out from underneath. You scouted your bag for the tiny chain you hung from the eyelet of the collar, it was a family heirloom, a protection chain; if anyone touched it in battle, your cursed technique of choice would come into effect. Besides, it made you look more classy.
You fixed the puffy long sleeves, the form and the material more breathable, flexible and comfortable for you. You reached out to your closet and fitted the white patent ankle boots, almost tripping while doing so.
“I’m okay!” You shouted back, responding to a soft knock on the door. They were similar to Inumaki’s own shoes, but more stylish. In general, you were more stylish than him; or anyone else in both campuses. You finally fitted your black arm band, which had strapped in a box of needles, a rather thin rope and some thread.
You sat in your bed and took the box between your hands, circling around your fingertips. You removed the decorative bow and cut through the sealing tape with your fingernails. In between the folds of tissue paper, you found a golden ring. Your lost ring. It looked different, but you could recognize that oval shaped emerald anywhere. You touched it several times to check if it was real or not. And it was. You rushed to find an explanation to this, prying the letter open with your fingernails.
“Hi,
As I’m writing this, I’m not sure when you’re coming back. Or if you’re even doing so. Writing this letter gives me hope for your return, as so did getting you this welcome back gift. It’s the ring you took so much pride in owning. Oh, well, part of it. I remember how you got rushed to the infirmary, wailing, touching your damaged hand to see if you had your ring. But you didn’t. I went back to the scene myself that same day, and the next, and the one after the other to find your missing jewel. When I found it, it looked terrible. It was dirty, bent, and the emerald had a crack in one of its corners. It took me some work, but I found someone that could restore it. It’s the original stone, and the original material but it had to be reshaped. I know you like signets, so I hope you can find appreciation in this one too.
You looked once more at the piece and let out a teary chuckle. You had suffered so much the loss of that ring. It was a present from your grandmother, now deceased. You hated yourself incessantly for losing it. But now, it was back in your grip. You slipped it into your ring finger and before continuing your lecture, you fanned your under eyes to avoid ruining the hint of makeup you currently wore.
If you’re reading this, I am so glad you’re back. I missed you, so so much. I’m glad to see you in good health. And I’m sorry everything happened the way it did. You didn’t do anything wrong. I know how you feel. Please trust me. Thank you once more for allowing me to speak to you through written words. You’re the only one I want to write to, anyways. I don’t have the patience for anyone else. Welcome back, cookie.
I love you.
Yours, Toge”
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hai there (*´∀｀*), hope ur having a great day !!! i recently started watching jujustu kaisen like 2 days ago & omg megumi fushiguro stole my heart in the first 2 eps aksns,, so i was wondering if u write how mornings will be w him :D
hi! ^w^ I hope you’re having a great day! I absolutely can give you a few thoughts on what mornings are like with Megumi :)
so first off, I just want to establish that he’s probably not a morning person! it’s either episode two or three, but you know the scene where he walks out his room to find out yuji is his next door neighbor and he’s like just waking up? that scene gives me the vibes that he is not a morning person, but, with you, he’ll adjust and try to work with whatever your sleep schedule is. ( also I’m not a morning person so i sense that he also isn’t one )
So I think first, he’ll try and drag you back to bed with him so he can get a little more sleep. He probably sleeps easier with you there because he knows where you are and doesn’t have to worry
Morning cuddles.... morning snuggles in his warm bed fam...
But if he can’t get you back to bed, then give him about ten minutes to wake up to some point of decency
During this time, please keep Yuji or Gojo away or any loud noises because it will make him cranky and/or wince because he just woke up and why do they feel the need to be so loud, so early
It absolutely would help if you kissed him awake, whether it’s on his forehead, cheek, or lips— he’ll blink more and wake up with sleepy eyes and a sleepy smile at you
Expect a morning hug where he pulls you into his chest and just breathes you in because you’re filling the space in between his arms and it’s still a world where it’s just the two of you
Eventually he’ll let you go and then get out of the bed— he’ll stretch and then make it up— if you help, he’ll thank you and kiss the top of your head
He seems like the kind of person to brush his teeth in the morning and then by breakfast forget that he has— which sucks if he drinks orange juice because it’ll be bitter (but will he finish that glass of orange juice? Yes, yes he will.)
I saw the dishes and stuff in Megumi’s room so I believe that he cooks! He’s also not above getting a bowl of cereal, but cooking breakfast just sounds really nice ngl
Can you imagine snuggling into his back while he cooks?? He’d love that and just give a small smile while you get comfortable
Or if you’re cooking, he’ll either ask if he can help or just wrap his arms around you, rest his head on your head, back, or shoulder
Look, I imagine Megumi thrives on contact once he starts getting it from you, okay?
If it’s a school day, then he’ll kiss the top of your head before letting you out on your uniform and then I’d imagine you all meet up in the hallway before walking together to class
If it’s a weekend, just?? a morning walk before maybe some easy going training
Until maki and the second years show up and then whip him into shape
now consider the adult! megumi mornings, where he has his own place and probably has adopted a dog because ... why not. give him a real doggo to keep around. like here’s a few nsfw headcanons because they popped into my brain
megumi wouldn’t be a stranger to morning sex, although don’t expect any wild positions... he’s probably just going to do whatever allows him to look you in the eyes or bury his face in your neck
It’s very gentle and soft
Expect to be given plenty of kisses and when I say plenty, I mean a lot
Little murmurs of how beautiful or handsome he thinks you are, how lucky he is to have you, and how much he loves and cares about you
His fingers and hands land anywhere they can and start tracing little details on your skin
Tattoos? Scars? Stretch Marks? If you’ve got them and he can find them, he’s going to touch them, press kisses on them
Megumi is a firm believer in body worship even if he’s half asleep
Thanks your skin for protecting you and carrying you for your lifetime until he found you or met you
Pulls you into a cuddle after it’s over, buries his face into your neck and kisses your cheek
Please stroke his face and his hair
Just make him feel loved and validated too, okay?
He’ll kiss the palm of your hand and hold before dozing off again
#jjk hcs#jjk headcanons#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen fanfiction#fushiguro megumi#fushiguro megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro smut#megumi fushiguro x y/n#megumi fushiguro x you#ryoskuna answers.#i hope this was okay!#megumi fushiguro.#jjk.#leia answers.
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Inumaki Toge headcanons because I have terminal brainrot
-his technique developed when he was seven. Prior to that, he had a lovely singing voice, and some days he still misses being able to sing without a care in the world
-he develops crushes on singers on the basis of their voice alone, and has an entire Spotify playlist for his guilty pleasure of altos. No one knows why he’s so flustered about it
-he carries around cough drops and eats them like candy. Sometimes he crunches five of them at once as a power move, and his breath smells like honey and herbs and menthol all the time
-he cooks for people as a sign of affection, because he’s kind of awkward otherwise
-he’s an awful clothing thief. He stole a skirt in one of the jujutsu strolls, but it’s gotten to the point where his presence in the laundry room is regarded with suspicion. His favorite thing to steal is oversized hoodies.
-because of his technique, he sees innate power in words, and dislikes liars and people who speak flippantly with no regard for how their words impact others
-building on that, he has a private love for poetry. His camera roll is filled with poems neatly sorted by author and era
-the markings on his cheeks and tongue appeared when his technique manifested, and he had a cool collection of masks to avoid awkward questions before he got his school uniform
-he made a group chat specifically to share with Maki and titled it “speak softly and carry a big stick.” It’s a weird friendship and they don’t have much in common, but they’re intensely loyal to each other and will not hesitate to plot and conspire together
-his handwriting is absolutely awful, and he mostly communicated with his family in a dialect of sign language localized to their lineage specifically. Leaving for jujutsu high was something of a rude awakening
-he hates restaurants because being largely nonverbal makes them pretty inaccessible to him, and he will vent his frustration by roasting their food harder than Gordon Ramsey
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A Peak in Their Pockets!
(ft. Team Tokyo First Years, Team Tokyo Second Years, Adult Shamans, & others)
A/N: I named this "a peak in their pockets" out of pure impulse because it sounded cute; however, not all of these involve pockets. It's more of a "things they carry around with them" and this includes backpacks, purses, and other methods of carrying around junk. Also, I tried to include as many characters I could; I'm literally doing this with the characters I can name off the top of my head. Enjoy!
Team Tokyo first years
Itadori Yūji
Preferred method of carrying things: fanny pack (I'm sorry)
Phone
Wallet
Keys
A squished pack of gum
A really tiny speaker that's also really loud
Earbuds, because his teammates get irritated at his loud music
Portable battery pack
Fushiguro Megumi
Preferred method of carrying things: backpack
Phone
Wallet
Keys
Headphones, to block out his teammates
Charger
Portable battery pack, because Yuji forgets to charge his
A first aid kit, because his teammates are clumsy
Water bottles
A map of Tokyo, just in case
Granola bars
A notepad + pen
Occasionally a jacket, which Nobara always steals
Kugisaki Nobara
Preferred method of carrying things: purse
Phone
Wallet
Keys
Her hammer and nails
Feminine hygiene products
One of those mini roll-on perfumes
Tubes of mascara and concealer, a compact of powder foundation, and lip gloss
Chapstick, which Gojo tries to steal because he swears she stole it from him (she did, she just forgot)
Mini sewing kit
Mini hairbrush + mirror
Hair ties
Hand sanitizer
Mini tissues
Mini wet wipes she totally didn't steal from a restaurant
Advil
Also, various other tiny things that just float around, like: a bead from her shirt that fell off, bobby pins, a safety pin, and coins
Team Tokyo second years
Zen'in Maki
Preferred method of carrying things: mini purse
Phone
Wallet
Keys
Feminine hygiene products
A cursed switchblade
Eyeglass cleaning cloth and spray
Hair ties
Inumaki Toge
Preferred method of carrying things: oversized jacket pockets
Phone
Wallet
Keys
An extra bottle of throat medicine
Honey lemon cough drops
Spare face mask
Panda
Preferred method of carrying things: classified
Maki's weapons
He is a panda; there's not much else he needs
Team Kyoto
Todo Aoi
Preferred method of carrying things: pockets
Phone
Wallet
Keys
A signed picture if Takada-chan
Airpods
Zen'in Mai
Preferred method of carrying things: a purse, which Todo or Miwa usually carries
Phone
Wallet
Keys
Feminine hygiene products
Tubes of mascara and concealer, a compact of powder foundation and lip gloss
Extra ammo
Used bullet casings (don't ask)
Fake I.D's (don't ask)
Razor blades. Not a physical knife, just replacement blades
Adult Shamans
Gojo Satoru
Preferred method of carrying things: jacket pockets. FYI, he has at least six in his uniform jacket
Phone
Wallet
Keys
Spare blindfold
Sunglasses (in a case)
Chapstick (he changes flavors often, but he's very fond of coca-cola)
Lip gloss he stole from Nobara in retaliation for stealing his chapstick
Lotion. He moisturizes. End of story.
Hand sanitizer
One of those one time use disposable toothbrushes that are smaller than his pinkie
Those things you spray in your mouth to freshen your breath
In one pocket he keeps bone shaped graham crackers. They're literally Scooby Snacks. These are not for him, these are to "train" the kids
In another pocket, he keeps candies for himself. He does not share.
Kiyotaka Ijichi
Preferred method of carrying things: briefcase
Phone
Wallet
Keys
Another set of keys, he's been trusted with many things
A cursed weapon
Notebooks and folders galore
Spare glasses, because he's worried about his being broken in battle
An extra tie. He's like that.
Shoko Ieiri
Preferred method of carrying things: her lab coat. When she's not wearing that, she wears a cute trench coat. Occasionally uses a purse.
Phone
Keys
Wallet
Scalpel. You'll never know when you'll need one.
Disposable face masks and gloves.
A vial of mysterious liquid
Cough drops
Blister packs of various medications she can name just by looking at
Band-Aids
Literally, anything else she accidentally carries home from the office
Nanami Kento
Preferred method of carrying things: also a briefcase
Keys
Wallet
It's just weapons. Literally any curse weapon he can fit in there.
He also carries an old-timey pocket watch in his actual pocket
Other characters
Sukuna Ryomen
Preferred method of carrying things: his kimono sleeves
He is a demon. He does not carry things. However, I felt weird not putting him on this list
So imagine him taking Yuji's body over and pulling things out of his fanny pack/ pockets and going "what the fuck is this" instead
Yoshino Junpei
Preferred method of carrying things: pockets
Phone
Keys
Wallet
A lighter, but not because he smokes, because he stole it from his mom
Earbuds
He wears skinny jeans he can't carry anything else
#jjk#jjk spoilers#jjk fushiguro#jjk headcanons#jjk itadori#jjk kugisaki#jjk gojo#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen spoilers#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#megumi fushiguro#fushiguro megumi#kugisaki nobara#nobara kugisaki#yuji itadori#itadori yuji#yoshino junpei#junpei yoshino#sukuna ryomen#ryomen sukuna#nanami kento#kento nanami#shoko ieiri#ieiri shoko#inumaki to/ge#to/ge inumaki#jjk inumaki#maki zenin
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When Kasumi's wearing St. Hermelin's uniform from P5R DLC she kinda look like Elly who stole Maki's ribbon lmao
#liveblogging royal i guess#i did a great job today so i deserve to play some p5r to blow off the steam haha
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Jamais Vu - Part Two
Exo Fanfiction
Baekhyun x Female Reader
Warnings: none?
Genre: Fluff/Angst
W/C: 3507
Part One Part Three
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You watch as Baekhyun turns away from your front door and disappears inside the next apartment.
No way.
*Slam*
Shit.
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Later that night you lie wide awake.
Replaying the interaction over and over in your head.
Each time making you want to sink further into a hole of shame.
Guess it’s time to become a recluse?
You groan out loud as you roll over and try to shake all thoughts of Byun Baekhyun from your mind.
You nose fills with the smell of fresh cotton and magnolia that seeps out of your sheets from the movement.
“Byun Baekhyun is that you? It’s y/n from university! Wow, what are the chances….”
All the things you should have said verbalising in your mind when its already too late.
He would have realised and you both would have laughed and reminisced but no!
You knocked him over, stole his groceries and invaded his personal space.
Your chest feels tight with regret and embarrassment.
You can’t even remember the last time you were left speechless, probably because you stopped letting your guard down a long time ago.
You clutch your pillow against your face and let out the frustrated yell that you’ve been holding in all evening.
The next morning you make sure to leave your apartment early.
The main reason being that it’s your first day in a new department and you want to get into work to set up early and talk to the Director of Corporate Accounting, Mr Do regarding the accounts you’ll be managing.
You also want to have a quick check-in with Jaehyun to make sure he has everything he needs in place to start managing your old team.
But NOT because you’re planning on avoiding Baekhyun until your lease runs out.
Because that would be ridiculous...
“You’re being ridiculous!”
You sigh, as you friend Aria scolds you on your lunch break.
“I don’t know what you mean” you huff, stuffing a tuna maki roll into your mouth.
Aria has been your best friend since you joined Kim & Partners almost six years ago.
You often grab lunch at the small ramen restaurant around the corner from your company.
You both started at the same time and hit it off during your induction week.
Aria worked in the IT systems department and helped develop and manage aspects of the different software systems used at the company.
You were utterly clueless and would often be on the phone to the support desk because you’d managed to crash or break something that should be impossible.
Aria knew of Baekhyun, you had drunkenly ranted to her about him a few years back triggered by him leaving you a dry happy birthday message on your SNS page.
You’d told her everything. About how you met, how close you’d been and how you’d felt about him at college.
You remember the tears hitting around the point you explained the last couple of years he had faded away.
“I know that he never could never have known how I felt, but-like” you had paused to down another shot, “...he still should have cared about me in some capacity right?”.
“Then delete him, he’s not worth it” she had soothed, rubbing your back.
You probably sounded so desperate but truthfully you felt abandoned.
You swallow down the uncomfortable memory with a sip of water as you continue to justify yourself.
“It’s not even like we really know each other anymore. Maybe HE’S avoiding ME”. You point your chopsticks at her accusingly.
Aria raises her eyebrow at your words, accompanied by a glare.
“Stop it! You’ll make the ramen taste bad!” you gasp, shielding your bowl.
She scoffs at your dramatics. “You live next to each other, it’s not like you can avoid him forever”.
You look up from your bowl, a glint of determination in your eye.
“Challenged accepted”.
“Stubborn ass”.
“Says the Sagittarius!” you shoot back.
When you get back from lunch, you head straight to see your new manager.
“I’m back Mr Do, are you ready to go over the client files?”.
“Please don’t call me Mr Do, that’s my father’s name,” he sighs, looking up from his Laptop. “I’m not that much older than you, call me Kyungsoo”.
He grabs a stack of papers and files from his desk and walks around to plonk them onto yours opposite.
“Are you sure it’s fine for me to invade your office?” you ask, flipping through the first document.
You were surprised to learn that you were sharing the office with the department director.
The rest of your colleagues were sat open-plan adjacent to the office.
You snort loudly.
“You can tell your background is auditing” you add, admiring the uniform presentation of each set of financial accounts.
“Is it that obvious?”
His voice sounds closer than you expect. He’s still leaning against the edge of your desk as he looks over the file in your hand, a slight smirk on his heart-shaped lips.
It’s not common to come across such a good looking accountant. A far cry from the crusty old white men you’re accustomed to working with.
Well, Jaehyun is handsome but you only see him as a younger colleague.
Kyungsoo, on the other hand. With his deep whiskey brown eyes and short black hair, complimenting to the warm hues of his skin. Is just plain hot.
His shirt sleeves are rolled up past his elbows and you can’t help but take notice of the tone in his forearms that cross over his chest. His voice snaps you out of the slight trance you’ve fallen into.
“...and yes, it’d make sense to share the same space since we’re going to manage the biggest clients together. Did Mr Kim not explain that this is a promotion,”
You nod in understanding and he steps back to his desk, looking up once last time with warm assuring smile. “Let’s work hard together”.
Then his attention is back to his laptop, his expression full of concentration.
The rhythmic tapping of his calculator and keyboard filling the room as soft background noise.
You cant help but smile as you look back down towards the files in front of you, a new feeling of determination ignited.
Working with Kyungsoo for the rest of the day makes you forget about the previous day’s events.
That’s until you step into the lobby of your apartment building and instantly feel anxious at the sight of the elevator.
You don’t fancy another run in with Baekhyun, so you opt for the stairwell.
You trudge up the stairs until you reach the top floor. Catching your breath as you stand on your tiptoes to peek out of the small glass window that looks out towards your hallway.
The coast is clear so you make a stealthy dash past Baekhyun’s apartment into your own.
Aria is right, you this is childish but you don’t want to deal with any awkwardness or confrontation.
You leave early again the next morning, work late into the evening and take the stairs. Doing the same the next day. And the day after that.
Most people don’t talk to their neighbours anyway. You’ve lived plenty of places and hardly interacted with the people in your building.
Maybe this was your new normal.
The weekend is here before you know it.
You open your eyes groggily. The last thing you remember was reading through some files that you brought home with you yesterday to make notes.
You blame your passing out on the two glasses of chardonnay you had to accompany the reading.
There’s an ache in your thighs and knees that you attribute to the number of stairs you’ve climbed recently.
Perhaps this will count towards your yearly cardio.
You snort at the thought as you rub your eyes. Stretching your arms above your head as you try to loosen the stiffness of sleep from your body.
Faint jazz music plays in the distance, drifting through the wall you share with Baekhyun's apartment.
You close your eyes and listen, a soft piano and guitar medley you think? The double bass thumping along like a gentle heartbeat.
A feeling of melancholy washes over you causing you to sigh so you force yourself to get up and take a shower.
Feeling more awake you decide now is the right time to sneak out of your apartment and grab some groceries while it’s still early.
A few hours later than you expected you return to your building, a bag full of groceries clutched in one arm and a couple of extra bags from an impromptu retail binge.
You couldn't help yourself when you walked past your favourite clothing store Privé and spotted this beautiful pastel blue off-shoulder skater dress.
It literally called out for you to purchase and before you knew it you were also picking up a few new makeup and skincare items to indulge in for the rest of the day.
‘I don’t splurge often… I work super hard and I deserve this!” you reason with yourself, grimacing as the total of your purchases flash across the cashier screen.
There's always a pang of slight guilt that accompanies any shopping high. The accountant aspect of you scolding your more impulsive side.
You don’t dwell much on it as you approach the end of the hallway and find yourself contemplating a new dilemma.
Haul everything up the stairs or risk the elevator. Realistically you’re carrying way too much so the only logical option is taking the elevator.
It’ll be fine you assure yourself as you step onto the elevator, pushing the button for the top floor.
Just as the elevator doors are almost closed a hand shoots through the gap and you yelp in surprise.
“Didn’t you hear me calling out to hold the eleva-!” gasps Baekhyun as he shoves his body through the door gap.
His words cut short as his eyes land on you.
Your stomach twists into a knot, tightening your grip on the grocery bags as you step to the side to create more space between you.
“I didn’t hear you...s-sorry” you manage to stutter out, trying your best to keep your voice even and eyes straight ahead.
You catch your image in the mirror of the elevator, your hair looking slightly windswept from the outside.
A sudden conscious sensation of being watched sends a shiver down your spine and you feel your eyes being drawn to the figure reflected next to your own.
Baekhyun is staring, directly at you. His head turned towards you and lips slightly agape.
As if he’s about to say something.
You internally plead with the elevator to move faster and as though it’s heard your thoughts, you feel the soft judder beneath your feet as it comes to a halt.
When the door spring open, you walk straight for your apartment. Not daring to look behind you.
Your hand trembles as you rapidly punch in your lock code and push open the door, stepping into your apartment and using your foot to kick the door shut behind you.
The door thumps, obstructed by something and you place the items on your counter thinking that your umbrella stand has probably fallen over.
Instead, when you turn around Baekhyun is standing in your doorway. His arm stretching out to hold your front door open.
“Are you avoiding me?”.
You freeze, feeling yourself flinch at his words. Caught off guard by the sudden accusation.
“No why would you-”.
“Aw come on Y/N! you can’t even look me in the eye right now.” He cuts you off, his tone exasperated.
“Who are you to suddenly act as if you know me?” You spit back without thinking.
A tinge of heat rises to your cheeks. Annoyed with yourself for biting back so easily.
Baekhyun's expression softens.
He lets his arm drop from the door and shoves both hands into the pockets of his jacket.
“Look. I’m sorry.”
“Wha-why?”
“For yelling at you the other day...for the last couple of years?” he winces at his own words.
“In my defence, you knocked me over” He looks at you like a kicked puppy, “and your hair is much longer now.”
He’s apologising?
“I don’t know what to say” your thoughts spilling directly from your mouth.
You feel overwhelmed, unable to pint point exactly how you feel.
Angry. Relieved. Happy?
You hear a half sigh, half laugh from Baekhyun.
“Hi?” He offers.
“Hey...” you reply weakly.
You both stand there, for what feels like a while.
“Can we start ove-,” you begin, words cutting short as Baekhyun blurts out the same.
You laugh this time.
“Please.” he adds.
You note that his hands are now resting at his sides, a sure sign he’s also feeling less on edge.
You feel ridiculous for even remembering that.
“Good...well. I’m glad” you agree.
Not knowing what else to say.
“Yeah, me too,” he continues. “So we’re finally neighbours.”
“Uh-huh” you nod.
“Awesome”
You cross your arms over your chest. “So what brought you to move here?” you ask.
“Work, new job!”
“Congrats”
“Thanks…” He rocks back on his heel. One hand returning to his pocket. “What about you?”
“Huh?... Oh, the same”.
You cringe at the dry turn of the conversation.
Is it appropriate to ask him to leave?
“So-uh, yeah. I guess I'll be seeing you around?” You opt for something subtle.
He seems to understand, his eyes widening slightly as he quickly steps back from the threshold.
“Ye-yes of course! Catch up soon?”
You're not sure if he’s asking you or telling you, so you just offer him a weak nod as he closes your door behind him.
You hold your breath, straining your ears for the sound of his door closing.
The moment you’re sure Baekhyun is back inside his apartment you jump straight on the phone to Aria.
Words of confusion spilling from your mouth as you fill her in on what’s happened.
“What does this mean!?” you whisper/shout over the line.
“How am I supposed to know?” she deadpans, always the most sympathetic. “What do you want?”
“What?”
You flop onto your couch dramatically.
“Like, do you want to be his friend again. Address your feelings and issues and rebuild a relationship or just keep things in the past and remain as you are?”.
“I...I don’t know. I’ve spent so much time avoiding him I didn’t even consider anything like that”.
You hear her sigh on the other end. “So think about it carefully, you were really upset last time”
You respond with a groan.“I know”.
“Do you want me to text Key and we can all meet up, get some drinks and debate this further. You know he’s always opinionated on things like that.”
“Tempting, but I have to work on some client files and think this over for myself...” you pause, suddenly realising something. “Wait, Key knows?”.
“Yah, I’ve been texting him this whole time.”
You press two fingers against your temple, feeling a headache coming. “Thanks mate.”
Kim Kibum, Key as he prefers; is your other best friend.
You met at a night school you’d attended a few years back, after sitting next to each other by chance on the first day.
You would meet up at the weekends for joint study sessions, usually followed up with a few drinks and sharing mutual complaints about the difficulties and stress of working and studying at the same time.
You’d introduced him to Aria and the rest was history.
You usually meet up together once a month, sometimes hanging out with his roommates Minho and Taemin.
“Tell Key I’ll text him later, rain check on the drinks. Maybe next weekend...uh-huh, ok. Text you later.”
You end the call, looking up at the ceiling.
Chest feeling heavy as you try to put your thoughts towards Baekhyun into one place.
Was this a friendship worth salvaging. You were close past tense, but also people grew and changed.
He wasn’t the only friend you grew apart from so why did it sting so much when you did?
It’s not like you were still in love with him or anything, or that you were waiting for him all this time.
It’s not a romantic comedy. (Even if you do enjoy watching them).
You feel cursed in the relationship department anyway, the last ending terribly with your ex cheating on you with someone you considered to be a friend.
Remaining single is currently a choice. Aria and Key constantly threaten to drag you to some speed dating event but you refuse.
The rest of the weekend goes by peacefully, you meet Key for coffee Sunday afternoon for a change of pace from looking over client files and cleaning your bathroom.
“I think...,” you start, taking an extra-long sip of your iced latte “It would be nice to be friends again”.
“We were friends?” Key looks up from his phone, a smirk on his lips.
You smack his arm playfully. “You know what I mean!”.
“So you’re not planning any love confessions this time?”.
You grimace, “I was eighteen! It was a crush...now I’m a grown-ass lady who knows she’s going to die alone with seventeen dogs”.
“Hmmm, well if you don’t want him, I’ll have him”
You choke on your coffee.
“How do you know he’s not an ugly ass?”
He holds his phone up to you.
“Because SNS is a wonderful thing darling”.
You gasp, snatching the phone out of Key’s hand. Baekhyun's profile photo staring back at you.
It looks like he’s on a beach somewhere.
His hair a light shade of blonde, wearing a tight fit shirt which only emphasises the broadness of his shoulders.
He’s grinning cheekily at whoever is taking the photo and you feel the corners of your lips tugging upwards in response.
You don’t think it’s the sun that brightens the picture.
A hand suddenly waves in front of your face. “Earth to lover girl!” Key calls out, removing his phone from your hand.
“Stop stalking Baekhyun.” you huff.
“Fine fine fine” he deadpans. “but only if you add him yourself”.
“How do you know we aren’t already friends?”
He looks up at you with a raised brow. Ah yeah he’s already checked.
You chew on the bottom of your lip nervously as you press send on the friendship request.
Pangs of guilt emerging over the fact you had even deleted him in the first place
But you needed to back then, it used to hurt to look at him.
Monday morning as your leaving your apartment your surprised to see Baekhyun leaving his apartment at the same time.
He looks you up and down curiously.
“Morning” He smiles, “this is a bit late for you?” his tone slightly teasing.
He’s not wrong, you’re back to leaving your usual time.
“or maybe you’re early” you respond, mimicking his tone.
He laughs and shakes his head. “No, I leave this time every day”.
He falls into step as you head towards the elevator.
“I started working in a new department last week so I went in early to try and adjust faster.”
Wait. Why are you justifying yourself to him?
“So you’re a big fancy accountant now?” he asks, smiling as you wait for him to step onto the elevator before you push the button for the ground floor.
“And you a fancy architect?” you offer, he laughs and nods in agreement.
The rest of the elevator ride is in silence, but this time you're not itching to escape.
Baekhyun hums randomly to himself as he fiddles around on his phone.
*ping*
You reach into your pocket searching for your phone at the sound of the notification tone.
‘Byun Baekhyun has accepted your friend request’.
You look up from your phone but he’s not looking. His expression serious as he continues to look down at his phone.
Does he feel bad that you deleted him?
You step off the elevator and leave the building at the same time.
Keeping a half step ahead as you turn off towards the subway station.
In your peripheral you see that he’s turned in the opposite direction.
Should you say goodbye, is it weird to wish him a good day?
You start wondering as you walk further away from each other.
“Kick some accounting ass!” Baekhyun suddenly calls out, making you spin around in surprise.
You snort at his word choice.
“Architect the shit out of some buildings!” you call back.
You’re rewarded with one of his loud melodic laughs and you catch yourself sighing dreamily.
Ah Shit.
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The Birth Of A Liar Part Four
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I can’t believe I’ve written four of these already... but now is when things get a bit more interesting.
Trigger Warning: Kidnapping,ne*dles,and mentions of past Daganronpa executions.
It’s six years later, Kokichi and some of his orphan friends are in an orphanage. They had been found out. The building that they used to use, all the things that they stole and all their shared happy memories were now collecting dust in a damp abandoned brick structure. The men in the uniforms were very thorough in their orders. All the children wearing the clown masks and costumes that Halloween night were to be brought in. The Tokyo law enforcement building was now up to the brim with rowdy children calling for someone named “Kokichi Ouma”, the child who disappeared so many years ago. Who was to know he was housing orphans or children from bad homes. Even the father killer Maki Haruwaka was found. Kokichi refused to talk, afraid to trust adults after what he’s seen them do. They’ve murdered three people, two of which were his own parents. Who’s to say these people won’t hurt his new family?
Though all they did was gather them up, give them a big dinner to eat (even bigger than the meals that DICE usually gives), before taking them to the local orphanage, Kokichi included. One would think that he would be a bit happy, he and the other Co Leaders didn’t have the weighted responsibility of the lives of over a thousand children. Though Kokichi was not relieved. He was even more worried. Especially since one of his ten Co Leaders didn’t come back. A day didn’t go by where Kokichi didn’t worry about Maki. Where did she go? Why wasn’t she caught like the rest? Did she and Goro go back to their real home? And what about Hanako? So many thoughts preoccupied his head that he almost couldn’t get himself awake that morning. Luckily the younger kids were able to wake him up, placing his hand in cold water and pouring water on him to make it seem like he had wet himself. The cold water wakes him up instantly, his body jolting out of bed in the sitting position. “Wha-?” He pulls his covers noticing the wet spot. “Oh great...”
The eruption of laughter from the children woke him up even more. Grogginess made it hard for the leader to realize but after seeing the cup of water, the squirt bottle in one child’s hand, and the small evil Kokichi Ouma like grins behind poorly drawn clown masks he notices that his pranking skills have been passed on to the future faces of his club. “Nyhehehe, you got me good. I’ll be down for breakfast shortly.”
Once he shoos the kiddos off, he puts on his boring school clothes and heads downstairs. Once he got there, a roar of laughter and chatting filled his ears. It was by the television set in the living quarters...what kind of event would warrant such a joyful response from the others? Perhaps a new anime show had aired? Curiously he approaches only to hear that God awful song in his ears. The wretched rock intro to one of his most despised shows on television. Danganronpa. The black and white bear character comes close to the camera, smiles evily, then cuts to scenes of...well...violence. Violence and death. And the kids were eating this up like candy.
“Hey! The next season of Daganronpa is heading to you this year, and we want YOU to be apart of it!” A cheesy announcer cheerfully gloats as the children watch with happy giggling. This made Kokichi feel sick. “We’re accepting audition tapes to find the next ULTIMATE. Do you think YOU can be the last one standing in the Killing Game? Then send a video to ———————- and tell us why you think you’re perfect for Daganronpa! You must be eighteen or older to register. Wearenotresponsibleforanymemoryortraumawhenyouapply.”
That last comment went a bit too fast and it was very hard to hear the announcer over the loud music, but all of this did sound fishy.
“If I was in the killing game, I’d kill everyone and no one would even know!” Exclaimed one boy, a boy from DICE given he has a drawn clown mask in his hands. Being the leader Kokichi had to step up.
“That’s MURDER. Killing is MURDER. You’re a member of DICE. You should know better.”
The boy rolls his eyes. “Relax, Koki. It’s all fake. Do you really think a talking robot teddy would kill anyone?”
“Or turn them into butter? Or deep fry them alive? No that would be too horrible to be real but on television they can work their magic~!” Chimes in a girl, another one of DICE’s orphans. How could they like this?! Each time he saw another “body discovery” or even the way they executed the killers just....it was horrible! Probably edited with special effects and music for the audience but if you were there the music wouldn’t be and you’d be hearing every bit of pain they were experiencing. Why watch that? WHY give money to that!?
“Eighteen huh...oh yeah! Koki is turning eighteen in a few months! Why doesn’t Koki apply?”
“Yeah! Kokichi is the kindest bestest leader of our group! If anyone could win it would be Kiki!”
All the eyes were on him now and he...froze up? Even if he was a leader and the founder of an organization, being the center of attention for such a large audience not of just his members made him fill with anxiety. Watching his every move, listening to his every word, it was enough pressure as it was to have all these kids look up to you. “Uhh...sorry. I don’t kill. And I don’t expect to be killed anytime soon thank you very much.” What sort of leader would go back on his own word? Death was horrible. Glorifying death, glorifying grief and pain...he didn’t want to have anything to do with that sort of philosophy.
“You don’t have to kill! You can just uncover the mastermind! And with the prize money for winning we could build back up the headquarters and leave this place!”
Wait...prize money? There was prize money for a game about killing people? Or is it for the one who survives? The children continue to root for him to apply not understanding the real consequences of him doing so. The purple haired boy put his hand to his head to massage the ever growing tension that was slowly rising. “I-I dunno...I-I’ll see.” That wasn’t a very satisfactory answer for the children as they cried out in disappointment. This was a big deal...he couldn’t just decide to do this right away. His quick to act intuition had failed him before, and he tries to take what Maki said to heart to not make the same mistake twice.
All the children gathered around the table to eat breakfast. Honestly Kokichi wasn’t hungry at that moment. He would only nibble a little on his eggs and toast before telling the workers he was full. The others wouldn’t stop begging him to join and it made his stomach feel sick. He quickly left for school.
Walking through the halls of his high school, he spots a peculiar poster hung outside one of the AV Room. It had that bear on it. That grinning bear that so gleefully sends those people to their deaths. What was his name? Mononucleosis? Monogram? Meh. Who cares. The poster however had the words “Daganronpa Audition Sign Up” in big letters above the smirking ursine. Blinking a few times, Kokichi weighs the situation. If he doesn’t do something about this, more stupid kids will be sent to their death in front of millions of people. However if he somehow RUINS the game, maybe he could stop it entirely!
There it was. His new goal! A purpose to save everyone before they’ve tricked into this horrific trap!
“Are you here for the audition? Hellooooo? Excuse me?”
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a girl with glasses, her uniform wasn’t the same the girl’s wore here however...maybe she worked for Daganronpa? No...she was definitely a high schooler. Even her bag mentioned an “anime club” which was featured right across it. There was definitely no anime club here but he knew other schools had them. Kokichi turns to the female, his words stuck in his throat.
“Umm y-yeah. Yes I am.”
“You’re really short for an upperclassman. Are you eighteen?”
“Yes, I-I mean close to it. My birthday is in two months...” Shit why was he being so shy now? Yeah the blue haired girl was pretty, but he wasn’t attracted to her! Maybe it was the fact she works for a big television company and that intimidated him?
“That’s fine, the next season won’t start for three months anyway so I think you’ll be fine...” The girl then holds out a clipboard with many forms on it and a pen to use. Kokichi stares at it confused. The girl gives him a reassuring smile and waved her arms in front of her. “Oh no need to be alarmed by that, it’s just tv speak. You know, that we’re able to use your name and face and everything.” The girl explains. Well...she didn’t say anything about risking their real life...so maybe it was okay.
He signs in every page that needed it, hardly reading the fine print. The girl smiles and places the forms in another folder to make everything neat. However from the corner of his eye he could see a familiar sign of someone on one of the forms. The name “Maki Haruwaka” written on one form in the folder. His eyes went wide. No...it couldn’t be the SAME Maki Haruwaka right? She hated death as much as he did! Still knowing that she was still out there gave him a small amount of relief. Maybe he really shouldn’t have done it, but Kokichi spoke up.
“Maki Haruwaka signed up too?” The blue haired girl tilts her head looking curiously up at him. “Oh? You know her? Why yes! She goes to my school so I see her a few times in the halls. Oh that’s right! You two were running an orphanage together, right?” Kokichi nods hesitantly. He hasn’t seen her for a good six years, what could she be doing right now? Were her siblings safe as well? What about the other DICE members? “Aww that sounds like a good anime plot. I’ll have to look into if anyone has already done it.” she pushes up her glasses. “Anyway you want to use the AV room to record your video, right?”
“My what now?”
“Your audition tape!” She takes one video tape from a box to show as an example. “Don’t worry the tapes are private and the camera won’t start recording until you press the button on its control panel.”
Well that....was sort of comfortable he guesses. He nods and hesitantly made his way inside. The AV room looked a lot different then he thought it would. Most chairs were put up to the side, a square made of white tape stood on the wooden floor in front of a large television set and a camera mounted to the top of it. Gulping to himself, Kokichi gets closer to the camera. His shiny blueish purple hair illuminated the television screen as his pale face hides his features behind his bangs.
He reached up both hands and quickly slapped his face. Now wasn’t the time to be timid and scared. He had to do this. For his friends, for the children of the world, for Maki, for DICE.
Clearing his throat, Kokichi puts up the biggest smile he could.
Then moves the bangs out of his face a little, and finally presses the record button.
“Hello adoring public, the name is Kokichi Ouma of Tokyo Japan! That’s right, the kid who hid away with a group of orphans for so long!” They should remember the story, after all it was worldwide news when it happened. Then he places his hands behind his head in an attempt to look more laid back. “I’ve led a whole raid on Tokyo, though we didn’t do anything illegal...yet.” He does his famous evil smile, his finger to his lips. “I’m an AVID fan of the Killing Games and who better to be in it than me~? I promise I will be the most interesting contestant you’ve ever had~!”
And with that he stopped the tape. That lie hurt to say, it felt gross even coming out of his mouth. But he had to. He had to for the sake of his family. Now it was done. He won’t even tell the kids back at the orphanage he did it. If he gets in he gets in.
Now all there was to do was to go back to his classes like normal. Though he could have sworn he saw the blue haired girl watching him closely as he leaves...
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Days went by and there was nothing out of the ordinary. No announcements, no more audition try outs or blue haired glasses girl, just normal every day school day. Again the children woke him up by pranks, this time a bucket of cold ice water, making him scream high pitched before laughing and taking the joke. Then downstairs there were breakfast and the kids watching the Daganronpa rerun, and then it was off to school.
The day was normal. There was nothing odd.
Weeeelll...except for that black car following him. He could have sworn he heard someone ask if “that was the guy” and the other one affirming with a “yes”. Oh Lord legs don’t fail him now.
He tries to leg it but was quickly swooped up by...grey people?! That’s as much as he could see before he was grabbed. As he struggled for freedom, he could feel something get shot into him, like the booster shots they get. It did hurt for a second, and Kokichi did twist and thrash for dear life, but suddenly his body felt...sleepy. He lets the exhaustion overcome him before he’s knocked out like a light.
#kokichi ouma#kokichi oma#i can't believe I've written four of these#daganronpa v3#daganronpa headcanons#daganronpa killing harmony
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Operation Coronation Part 2: Shuichi, Maki and Kaito.
*Shuichi grabs a radio and speaks into it.
Attention all soldiers. This is Ultimate Detective, Shuichi Saihara.
As you are very much aware, many of your fellow countrymen and countrywomen find themselves at the risk of being oppressed and in mortal danger at the hands of Angie Yonaga, if she were to become Queen.
That is why today, we shall not let that happen! We shall free Sonia Nevermind, undergo the rite of passage, and save Novoselic!
The lives and the future of every man, woman and child in this kingdom are on the line! Be swift and be bold, but not lethal! You all have badges as members of the Novoselic Royal Guard. Earn them!
This is Maki Harukawa, visuals on front gate...Ready to go.
Kaito: Copy that. Lady Dropping...Now!
*As Kaito says this, a small fighter jet flies over the outer castle walls and drops a bomb down in front of it.
Kaito: Was that a hit?
Sure was. Anti-Aircraft unit disposed of everyone!
Shuichi: Give me a reading on sky patrol.
Kaito: Sky patrol non-existent, Over.
Shuichi: Copy that.
Kaito: By the way, great rousing speech their Shuichi. Didn’t expect any less from my sidekick!
Actually, I think you’ve been demoted to the sidekick Kaito.
Kaito: Huh!? What was that Maki Roll!?
Shuichi: C-Come on you guys. Focus on the mission for now. Maki, move to phase two!
Roger.
*Maki waits alongside a few other soldiers clad in dark uniforms. At the sound of the explosion, several guards come rushing out. As they do, she and the others assassins leap down and take them out.
This is Maki Harukawa. West Gate is under control. We now have one more route in.
Shuichi: Good. Maki, Kaito, meet me at the smaller gate. My men just got this place clear.
Kaito: So, we’re going all the way to central command?
Shuichi: I’ve given the commander orders. They know what the strategy is.
Let’s do it then...
*Another explosion of the smaller gate alerts the guards to the position.
Enemy Guard: Wh-What it the hell...!? Who are they!?
*Shuichi, Maki and Kaito stand alone against the small number of guards.
Maki...Kaito...I shouldn’t have to tell you this but...
Attack at will...!
Heh...I’ve been waiting for this!
Remember! Don’t kill them!
It’s not on me if one of them dies...!
*Despite saying that, Maki is cautious. She avoids the swing of a sword from the first guard and bashes his head with the hilt of her combat knife. She tucks and rolls out of the way of the over and trips him up.
HYAH!
*As the guard regains his mobility, he raises his sword above his head, but Maki knees him in his jaw and knocks him flying.
Enemy Guard: Bitch! ACK!
Hey! That’s my girlfriend you’re calling a bitch!
*Kaito’s fists slam into the faces of two of the guards and they are knocked flat.
NRRGGGGAAAAHHH!!!
*Kaito leaps and jump kicks another three guards. Two of them are knocked out, and he grabs the one who isn’t and smashes his head against the ground until he is.
Enemy Commander: Dammit...Men! Line up with shields and attack! Show them no mercy!
*The guards begin to line up and charge towards Kaito and Maki.
*BANG! BANG! BANG!*
Guards: GUGH!
*Shuichi pulls a gun out his pocket, and aims and fires at the knights. The bullets pierce right through the shields and their armour. They all fall down.
Are those more of those non lethal bullets?
No. These ones are real...
But if I aim for their armor, it won’t be enough to kill them.
Some shields these guys’ve got...
Enemy Guard: UGH!
Enemy Guard: NRGH!
Enemy Guard: ACK!
*The guards keep dropping like flies as Shuichi, Maki and Kaito mow them down. Eventually, they manage to get inside the castle walls.
Where abouts are we?
I’d say we’re not too far from the room we stayed in last night...
...
Shuichi? What’s...
Oh...
*Shuichi stops for a moment to look at the giant poster. The paper scraps of King Olivers poster are still at the foot. Now all that’s left is the giant poster of Roland Sigmund.
...
That must be King Sigmund...right?
Yeah...
...
Hey...are we really the good guys here?
What do you mean...
Just a thought...I mean...
Sonia’s nice and everything...but if her great grandfather stole the throne from Roland Sigmund...then...She doesn’t have a claim to the throne, does she?
And Angie does?
I never said that...I’m not having second thoughts about stopping her...
I’m just wondering if after all this...is Koyasunaga really the one who deserves to be king?
Yeah...maybe you’re right...
Wait a second...
Hm...? What’s up...
...
!!?
I see...! So that’s how it is...!?
Mind speaking up some?
...There’s something not right about this portrait...
What’s that?
The poster of Roland Sigmund was only revealed a few days ago when Mikihiko tore down the poster...
Yeah...what of it?
If this poster was really being hidden away for over millions of years...
Then tell me...Why haven’t the colors faded on it?
...
...
That’s...actually a really good point...
That’s not all...I recognize this style...I think I know who painted it...
Whoever it was, it looks pretty legit. Almost like it was done by an expert...
Yes. An expert...or rather...
An Ultimate...
Ultimate?
Though it’s hard to remember this every time you see her, Angie Yonaga is the Ultimate Artist. She can paint, sculpt and do almost any other arts and crafts project like a professional.
I’m pretty sure forgery would be right up her alley...
But why would they make a fake picture of King Sigmund?
...I think I’m beginning to figure that out too...
Watch...
*Shuichi approaches the painting, and points to a gash in the paper.
This must have been from when Mikihiko Koyasunaga slashed the poster...but if I tear it down again.
*Shuichi grabs the tear and with a hety tug, rips the portrait down!
!!!??
!!!??
*Kaito and Maki stagger back in shock of what is underneath the painting. It is yet another painting. Not of Roland Sigmund and not of Oliver Nevermind...But both of them. Both holding the Scepter of Tamuzan high in the sky towards the son, joined hand in hand and smiling in victory.
...Bullseye...
#danganronpa survivor#danganronpa#danganronpa v3#drv3#shuichi saihara#kaito momota#maki harukawa#novoselic revolution arc
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Surname, Given Name: Kawaguchi, Makoto
Birthday: August 20th (Leo)
Age: 20
Height: 183 cm (6 feet)
Weight: 66 kg (145 lb)
Pronouns: He/Him
Blood Type: AB
Marechi: No
Rank: Hinoe (past)
Weapon: Pink Nichirin Knives
Breath Style/Blood Demon Art:
Breath of Lotus - derived from Breath of Flower and Breath of Flame. This style is a manifestation of the user’s inner peace and tranquility.
First Style: Tranquil Wrath - A powerful vertical downward slash.
Second Style: Divine Lotus Strike - A quick succession of 6 diagonal slashes.
Third Style: Murky Water, Sunken Roots - Two horizontal slashes followed by a vertical slash.
Fourth Style: Lotus Wheel - An attack that launches shockwaves.
Fifth Style: Dance of the Lotus - A mix of horizontal, vertical, and diagonal slashes that mimics a dance.
Sixth Style: Flaming Lotus Wheel - A spinning wheel-like attack.
Stats:
Breathing Technique - 3/5
Speed - 3/5
Strength - 6/5
Stamina - 3/5
Intelligence - 3/5
Charisma - 1/5
Abilities:
Fighting Ability
Enhanced Strength
Immense Speed
Quick Reflexes
Personality:
Stuck up
Thinks highly of himself
Does not like it when someone is acknowledged before him
Does things mostly for himself
Does not think highly of other people
Would fight you for having a differing opinion
Is jealous his sister is higher rank than him
Mostly because he became a demon slayer before her
Is not aware that people hate him
Gets annoyed easily
Likes Vanilla ice cream
MBTI - ISTJ
Appearance:
As a human
Blue eyes
Black hair tipped pink
Wears a pink sash around the waist
Has a reddish vest with yellow trimmings on
Standard demon slayer uniform
Often looks like he is frowning
People have called him grumpy face because of this
Voice Claim Japanese: Phinks, Hunter x Hunter (Kenn)
Voice Claim English: Billy Kametz (Ferdinand, Fire Emblem Three Houses)
As a demon
Blue slitted eyes
Black hair tipped pink
Dark blue yukata
Pink sash around the waist
Red and yellow vest
Voice Claim Japanese: Phinks, Hunter x Hunter (Kenn)
Voice Claim English: Billy Kametz (Ferdinand, Fire Emblem Three Houses)
Background:
Makoto grew up in a mountain home with his mother(Amaterasu), father(Mamoru), older sister(Amane), younger sister(Amaya), and two younger brothers(Masaru and Masaki). He cared deeply for his family and usually did most of the housework so his older sister didn’t need to work. He had always looked up to his father and would follow him around the house whenever he could. Everything had been perfect, and he believed nothing could change it.
Fate did not allow things to stay the same, and a demon attacked the family when Makoto was 12 years old. He had always believed he was strong enough to protect his family, but he was too afraid to move. The demon terrified him to his core, and he froze up. The next thing he knew, his older sister, Amane, was laying over him and Amaya. He couldn’t bring himself to scream as the demon edged closer, and he silently prayed for it to all be over. His prayers were heard when a demon slayer arrived and defeated the demon.
Numbly, he allowed the demon slayer to lead him and his sister away from the home and to the village and the foot of the mountain. Months had gone by, but Makoto could not get over losing the rest of his family. He wasn’t used to staying with the elderly woman who had taken them in. He wasn’t used to spending time with Eri and Eiji. He couldn’t bring himself to care. Eventually, Makoto stopped joining in on games the kids of the village played and would watch them from the sidelines.
Then one day, a demon slayer stopped to rest in the village. Makoto began to sneak off and secretly train under that demon slayer to learn his own breath style. When he was 15, he told Amaya he was going to become a demon slayer. Despite his sister’s pleas, Makoto had made up his mind. He left the village without saying goodbye to anyone, but he told his sister she should become a demon slayer if she wanted to travel with him in the future. He had passed the final selection and rested at one of the wisteria houses until a swordsmith delivered his Nichirin Blade.
Makoto went on mission after mission, only stopping when he was too injured to continue fighting. After he had recovered from one particular mission, he ran into Amaya on his next assignment. His sister had been excited to see him, but he could feel nothing but disgust and jealousy. It had taken him years to learn a breathing technique, but his sister had learned one in a shorter time. Makoto had not hesitated in pushing her out of his life, telling her he never wanted to see her again.
He never looked back to see her reaction, and went on to complete the assignment. He hadn’t seen Amaya since, but he often heard about her from other demon slayers. Makoto had never asked any of them, but they always found out when he would introduce himself with his full name. He would always stop them from continuing the conversation by changing the subject to their mission.
During a particular mission, Makoto learned that his sister had become a hashira from one of the demon slayers that had also been sent on the mission. The demon slayer had thought that Makoto would be proud, but it had only fueled his resentment even more.
Makoto had nearly been defeated during his next assignment, but the demon didn’t kill him. Instead, they gave him an offer: become a demon to get stronger. Makoto did not hesitate to accept the offer and became a demon. He began extensive preparation to one day face his sister and take her down.
Taisho Secret(s):
Makoto actually dislikes having his hair tipped pink. He tried dying it black when he was younger, but his older sister found out and scolded him for it. He has never tried to dye it again since then.
Makoto isn’t very good at working with other people. He often tries to get the people he is paired with to leave him alone. He believes he is capable of handling jobs on his own and thinks it is weak to rely on others.
During his childhood, Makoto stole some food from a few kids because they annoyed him. He had never been caught for it because the kids were afraid to tattle on him.
Relationships:
Amaya Kawaguchi - “My younger sister… I hate that she actually became a demon slayer. But I hate that she passed me in ranks even though she came later. It just isn’t fair! How is this possible?!”
Kasumi Maeda - “She’s just a suck up to everyone, gives them whatever they want. Absolutely pathetic.”
Atsuko Suzuki - “She is annoying. I don’t want anything to do with her.”
Misaki Fujimoto - “She is just a waste of space.”
Ren - “She is a brat.”
Sayuri Yukimura - “I wish she would stop watching me like she knows me.”
Yuka Yukimura - “Yet another brat…”
Yoshi Yukimura - “How many more brats are there?”
Yusuke - “What a weirdo…”
Kiku Inoue - “Hate her.”
Eri Mori - “She was pretty annoying. I stopped talking to her a long time ago.”
Eiji Mori - “At least he is cooler than his sister. But he stopped responding to my letters for some reason.”
Tsubasa Kurahawa - “He knows my sister for some reason…”
Ishikawa Rei - “Don’t want to associate with.”
Nomura - “She is… strange. Kind of scares me.”
Tsukasa - “He is interesting but not the kind of person I’d talk to.”
Akira Sato - “Stop getting my name wrong!”
Minoru Maki - “Why did this guy even become a demon slayer?”
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Mastermind!Shuuichi with a massive crush on Kaede; which then develops into a yandere-like situation, an he refuses to let her go.
Mastermind AUs are amazing, and I loved writing this one. I believe I did a good job.. I enioy writing and reading yandere-related things. Though the previous one I wrote with yandere!Mastermind!Gonta wasn't all that good, I believe. Enjoy!
- Mod Kiyo
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Ever since he met her, he immediately knew his perfect plans would be ruined.
Never before had he fallen for someone so hard. And so fast.
He barely knew her - and yet, he knew that what he felt wasn't an illusion.
Ah, Kaede Akamatsu. She was.. Corrupting him, in the best way.
The questions, however, kept pestering him; what if she didn't share those feelings? What if he told her and she rejected him? What if this, what if that, what if the other.
But, ah, he almost forgot. And when he did remember, he was even happier.
Despair! That's what he lived for. Lived and breathed for. Sweet despair.
If she rejected him in any way.. He would experience that sweet despair.
Despair was the reason the killing game existed, after all! Despair was a drug. And he was an addict.
But, as days went by, he realized that the way he thought changed.
Significantly.
He didn't want rejection. He didn't want someone to take her from him. He didn't want her to die.
He had to keep her safe from what he created - had to keep her.. To himself.
Kaede was his.
Nobody else's. Those thoughts, possessive feelings, urges – they only increased and got stronger each day.
People were dying left and right.
Killed and executed.
Tsumugi and Rantaro were first. Then Kirumi and Hoshi. Angie, Tenko, Korekiyo. Miu and Gonta. Kokichi and Kaito.
The despair of all those events unfolding, was truly amazing.
But.. As fewer and fewer participants were left, the chances of his Kaede being harmed or killed increaced.
Himiko, Maki, Kaede, Kiibo, and himself. They were the only ones alive now.
Of course, he was safe. Kaede wasn't. He had to change that.
Had to keep her safe. Had to keep her to himself.
Each day that went by drove him crazy. She wasn't hanging out with him. She only spoke to him few times.
And yet he cherished those times.
She spoke to the girls, mostly.
Oh, they unaware that there was no way out. They were still trying. After so long.
Though... They were stealing her. Keeping her away from him.
He couldn't let them have her. Kaede was his.
"Mine. Mine, mine, mine."
That's what he kept telling himself. It was absolutely destroying him. Not having her.
He.. Perhaps it was too much. But he kept whatever she lost; whatever she dropped, he picked up and kept. And since he was in charge of all this.. Madness, he had been responsible for distributing everyone's outfits to them when the game was still being set up.
Some of hers, when she went to clean them, he stole. He replaced them with clean ones, spares.
He wanted her - not her stuff. Not her uniforms, her hairclips or pens and notebooks.
He needed her.
And eventually.. He lost it.
He couldn't wait any longer. If he did, he'd completely lose it.
He hid in the library's 'hidden' room. He spoke to the audience, with Monokuma on his lap, facing one of the cameras broadcasting this to the world.
The room was dark.
"Dear viewers.. It's the first time something like this has happened in a killing game! So, cherish it. Everything after this season of Danganronpa will continue normally.."
The lights slowly turned on.
Shuuichi grinned. He had blood on his hands, his clothes.
"There will be only one difference."
The lights were on.
Maki and Himiko were dead. Kiibo was being rebooted. Prepared for the next season.
"I killed them!" He proudly said.
"You might ask, 'Oh, dear Shuuichi! Why did you kill them? What is that change you speak of?' ". He was imitating Monokuma's voice.
He pointed next to him.
Kaede! His Kaede. Unconscious, for now, sitting on a chair. Unharmed. He was waiting for her to wake up.
"See, my dear viewers.. I needed her. I couldn't let her die. Surely you saw me acting strange, correct?"
He laughed, running a hand through his hair.
"I have her now! My Kaede! Mine.. I finally have her.."
And he held her hand, his grin only widening as he did so.
"This, this is the change.. She won't be graduating, like other survivors, on other seasons.. She'll stay here. Stay with me.. She's mine, after all. Nobody else's.."
And just like that, Shuuichi Saihara was more than happy.
"I finally have you."
It took a while for Kaede to wake up. The corpses were still there, she was confused, she was scared.
Until she saw Shuuichi. And blood on him. She assumed he'd been attacked, and hugged him oh so tight. He couldn't stop smiling.
"S- Saihara-kun! What happened?"
He only tilted his head, shrugging. He was staring at her.
His Kaede.
"I got rid of them. So that you'll be safe. So that I can have you."
And then he whispered,
"Maybe you don't know it yet.. But you love me too."
Edit: I should probably start to proofread these things.. Jeez.
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Need A...Ride?
YouDia, Love Live Sunshine, 1.2k, 1/1
Summary: You is always there; Dia realizes why.
Need A...Ride
Kurosawa Dia really shouldn’t have been surprised. This was not the first time this had happened. And Watanabe You’s cheeky grin was a promise it wouldn’t be the last. The young woman had assembled what looked like a fox hunting outfit and a police cap, sans badge. She held a small sign that read Kurosawa in neat kanji. Chauffeur’s uniform, Dia thought, that was what You seemed to be approximating. And she had such pretty taste in dresses too, Dia thought grumpily, although the tight fitting jodhpurs were doing a good job of showcasing diving muscles.
“My mothers really should be paying you.”
“You think they don’t?” You winked. The blue eyes twinkled too. It was altogether too charming a picture, Dia realized.
“Are you courting my sister?” Dia snapped.
You stared hard at Dia, then tossed the sign to the side as she doubled over with laughter, “Oh, Dia. Ruby is fine though. We were working on St. Aqours Snow costumes all night and now she’s at Hanamaru’s trying to calm Yoshiko down after some total tech cascade catastrophe.”
“Mama doesn’t like you.” Dia seemed to be changing subjects as randomly as she chose passersby to stare at.
“Nico and I are trading cooking secrets. So your mama’s warming up to my double tomato curry.”
“Do you cheat at diving too?”
You shook her head, chuckling, grabbing the handle of Dia’s luggage and steering them all out of the station.
“Congratulations on your selection for the National Team.” Dia’s long legs let her catch up to You easily.
“Thanks.”
“Do not let Japan down.”
You stopped, turning to stare at a Dia who wouldn’t look at her.
“I’m extremely reliable. To a fault.” Exasperation was starting to creep into You’s voice.
Dia sighed, “I know.”
“So what’s with the attitude?” You being You managed to make that sound more kindly than accusatory.
“I was expecting Ruby or Mama or…” Dia stared down.
You bit the inside of her cheek. She should have texted, Dia had never taken surprises well.
“I’ve been so busy training I didn’t have time to meet for lunch in Tokyo. So I wanted to make it up to you. Plus, Ruby’s so upset over Sarah pushing Leah…”
Ah, Ruby. Much easier to talk about. “Ruby hasn’t really been telling me much. Is it bad?”
“Sarah just…” You scratched the back of her head, “Well, she’s got no balance. It’s not healthy. And she lets Leah get so down on herself. And that makes Ruby mad. And I don’t know what to tell her.”
“Ruby does have a temper.”
“Runs in the family. I accidentally used some fabric Nico had set aside for a Christmas present for Maki and my ears are still a little deaf.”
Dia chuckled and You relaxed at the low, pleasant sound.
“Speaking of...when I left to drop off Ruby and pick up you, your Mama was glaring at Nico over something Nico had scheduled for them next week. Seemed like dinner prep was going to be interrupted.”
Dia closed her eyes, shaking her head, “We can pick something up and take it home.”
You stopped in front of a small blue crew cab truck, “Here we are.” You opened the passenger door. “She’s mine.”
“Still helping Chika with grocery runs?”
“And Ruby with fabric runs.”
Dia paused, her green eyes searching You’s face, “When do you get time for you things?”
You shrugged, “I don’t have things.”
Dia almost raised a hand to You’s cheek. Almost. It got more almost every time they stood like this, whoever’s car You was using.
“You need to take time for you. Especially, if you’re going to be leaving for training soon.”
“I don’t need free time. I think too much.” You turned on her heel and headed for the other side of the truck.
“You.” Dia wanted You closer, but calling her name was the most she could say. You turned, a gentle smile encouraging....Dia wasn’t sure what. “Mari was raving about a new sushi place. Let’s try it.”
You laughed, “Did Kanan tell you about Mari trying to convince the chef he’d improperly prepared the fugu?”
The delicate moment had shattered again, and now they were just You and Dia, busy and competent, relied upon, with people they loved in common, but never finding a shared mood.
“No.”
“Oh yeah,” You jumped in the cab, her usual enthusiastic self, “They’ve been banned. We have to order the best stuff on the menu and post pictures everywhere. Mari will die.”
“And the fugu will have its revenge.” Dia
“Exactly.” You winked and turned the ignition, but she sounded more businesslike than Dia expected. “Dinner’s on you though. I’m a hard working student-athlete, you’re a diletante heiress. I hear you have a new girlfriend every week.”
So You had heard those rumors. Dia grimaced. After conspicuously not dating anyone at Uranahoshi, and having a year as a pre med in Tokyo, Dia had started dating a series of weird girls, who reminded her slightly of Mari or Yoshiko or even the oddly quirky Hanamaru, but it was never more than dinner or a couple parties. No one she’d told her parents about, only three she’d talked to Ruby about. Kanan must have mentioned them.
“You don’t take any girls on dates?” Sharper than Dia had intended.
“Nah,” A pause, You inhaled, and then the words came out in a rush, “I cook double tomato curries for their mothers.”
Dia paused, this was daring. “Does it work?”
You hadn’t pulled out of the parking spot, “Maybe…”
“Maybe you could try cooking for them?”
“Actually, I have a couple of bentos in the back.” You leaned over, reaching down to pull up a bag. “All your favorites. I got your mother’s matcha chocolate cookie recipe. And Kanan gave me the key to the shop. We can eat there. Nobody’s around. I’d love to hear about anything but those dinner dates.”
You was still leaning in. Dia decided to do the same. Had they ever been this close before?
“We probably don’t have to talk.” This really was daring Dia thought, licking her lip, surprised at her own w
ords. But there was something, an openness, in You’s eyes she’d never noticed before.
“Okay.” You put the bento between them, turned back to the steering wheel,but before Dia’s disappointed collapse could happen, there was a hand under her chin, tilting it up.
“You really are beautiful.” You whispered.
“Please don’t talk.” There was mint on You’s breath. Dia had never been so aware of every delicious detail around her as she pulled You closer. She desperately wanted to not lose this mood, to close that delicate shimmering gap that was threatening to turn abyss between them .
“I w…”
“No.” Frantic, Dia was kissing You, lip to lip, breath to breath, no room for words, messily awkward. All sensation. Every other part of Dia knew what to do, if she could just keep her brain riding this wave.
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The cookies really were excellent. Not her mother’s level, but they had a certain charm of their own, Dia thought as she finished the last one, You’s head on her shoulder as they watched the ocean, a wool blanket wrapped around them to ward off the February chill.
“No more dating weird girls.”
“Wear the walrus costume for me.”
You pulled back to stare at Dia, who winked.
“You’re a little crazy.”
Cookie finished, Dia stole another kiss. Too sweet not to indulge. Would it be dawn soon? There were so many new things Dia wanted to do with the world and the day.
A/N: Another challenge fic; working on my Dia You chemistry.
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Horimiya – 06 – It’s Getting Hot in Here
It’s still rather cold in these parts, so it’s refreshing for this week’s Horimiya to take place in the middle of summer. But even if it didn’t, it still radiates warmth and good vibes from every angle. Hori’s dad sees Miyamura in his school look for the first time and momentarily wonders who the hell he is.
Once he realizes it’s Miyamura, he insists they take a bath together to wash off the day’s heat. Coincidentally, Hori is watching a TV show wherein a lecher is about to assault a young woman, only for that woman to reveal she’s a skilled MMA fighter and kicks his ass.
In addition to being an amusing prism to Miyamura and Kyosuke’s dynamic, it also foreshadows a number of wonderful subversions of typical high school rom-com clichés, which like the warm and cozy aura of its main couple has fast become Horimiya specialty.
After dinner and past 8:30, Miyamura assumes he’s “worn out his welcome”, but that’s not for him to decide. Hori’s suggests he spend the night, though it’s Hori’s dad he’ll be sleeping beside. Kyousuke doesn’t interrogate him that night, only asking what Miyamura likes about his daughter. His response: she doesn’t judge people by appearances.
While this is primarily the story of Hori and Miyamura’s understated yet potently blossoming love, it’s also the story of Miyamura being accepted for who he is by his new friends at school, as well as flat-out becoming a member of Hori’s family.
It’s in this scenario he gets to see something no one else could: Hori wearing her middle school gym uniform as pajamas (when she stomps on her father to open the blinds that morning). It’s also so goddamn lovely when Hori’s mom corrects him when he’s headed out the door. He’s family, not a guest, so he should say ittekimasu, not ojamashimashita. My heart just about burst right there, but Horimiya was just getting started!
Unfortunately, most of the kids at Miyamura’s school either don’t know what a sweet guy he is and are all too willing to judge him by his “emo” appearance. When a couple guys spot him leaving the same house with Hori, it sets off a torrent of rumors at school that they’re dating.
I like how we get a little shot of Tooru and Yuki legitimately upset by this development, with Yuki actually weeping at the prospect of things turning sour just when Miyamura and Hori got their act together. I like more how despite the unsolicited attention and rumor-mongering, Hori takes everything in perfect stride. By now she’s quite comfortable confirming that Miyamura is her boyfriend, and doesn’t need to explain that relationship to anyone.
Miyamura, however, doesn’t fare as well. A common refrain in the halls is “wait…that Miyamura?”, as Hori is both hugely popular and has rejected a number of more “conventional” suitors. So Miyamura apparently decides that if the school wants a prettier cover, they’ll get it: he arrives the next day having cut his hair short, revealing his piercings and eyelashes.
It’s an interesting and complex choice by Miyamura that instantly changes the conversation, as he becomes an immediate sensation with the ladies. Rather than do it because he’s worried about adversely affecting Hori’s reputation (though that could be part of it) it feels more like an act of empowerment. It indicates that Miyamura is well aware he’s got the goods, he’s just never flaunted them at school.
Rather than passively keeping his chin up or not listening to the murmurings, Miyamura took an active step in the realignment of the conversation around him and Hori. With his new ‘do and the striking beauty it reveals, “wait…that Miyamura?” turns to “oh, that Miyamura!”.
As one would expect, Hori isn’t used to Miyamura getting the added attention and adoration, and her reaction is to create a cold enough atmosphere around her that it shoos away the newcomers. When a girl snaps candid pics of Miyamura with their phone (without asking him, WTF!), Hori gets right in his face with a DSLR!
Despite the increased liveliness at school, what I love more than anything about both the news of Horimiya dating and Miyamura’s new look is that it doesn’t really affect their core relationship. Hori doesn’t seem hurt that Miyamura cut his hair without consulting her, and seems content with his prefab excuse that it’s summer and long hair is hot.
Hori may grow possessive at school—Miyamura is her bf; so she has every right to be!—but not so much so that she makes a federal case out of his makeover. Hori has Miyamura, and vice versa, and it’s no longer important that no one knows he’s a hottie or that they’re dating.
Since they’re the usual Horimiya, Miyamura comes home with Hori as usual, and has the unlikely but hilarious distinction of having a third distinctive look in three straight encounters with Hori’s dad. Before long, they’re answering an invite from Shindo to come to his place and help him eat bizarrely flavored hard candy.
It’s here where Miyamura again demonstrates his whimsical timing with romantic gestures, as he asks Hori how her candy tastes, then leans in and steals it from out of her mouth. She sheepishly says “he stole my candy” the way Jujutsu Kaisen’s Kasumi sheepishly says Maki stole her sword, but what he really stole was their first kiss….just like that! For the record, that candy tasted like clay, which should make the kiss that much harder to forget!
Horimiya lets that kiss simmer on the back burner a bit as we return to school, where the novelty of Miyamura’s new look has thankfully worn off…with one exception: a diminutive girl with similarly black hair and similarly blue eyes seems to be watching, following, straight-up stalking Miyamura.
When Hori and Yuki encounter her in the hall, she asks if Hori and Miyamura are dating, Hori says yes, what of it?!, and the girl beats a hasty retreat, seemingly intimidated. Miyamura’s sudden popularity bounce perfectly sets up this latest high school rom-com cliché, the new love rival, second-year Sawada Honoka.
Before long, Sawada is striding up to Miyamura and flat-out telling him to break up with Hori already, in earshot of others. But in another excellent subversion, it’s not Miyamura Sawada likes…it’s Hori. Thanks to the rumors, she’s learned Miyamura stole a march on her. But she declares she liked Hori first, and won’t accept Miyamura dating her.
This turns into a physical tug-of-war between Sawada and Miyamura, with a flustered Hori as the rope. Tooru can only watch with other classmates in amusement at the spectacle before them, and even texts Yuki to hurry over to watch. Miyamura, clearly no longer hiding who he is at school, finally forcefully grabs Hori into his arms and declares “she’s mine!”, echoing her own words when Remi prodded her about him.
After school, Sawada seemingly follows Miyamura home, only for them to realize that not only are they both heading home in the same direction, they are goddamn next-door neighbors! This is the kind of twist a show that’s built up as much goodwill and credibility as Horimiya can get away with all day long, in my book.
It also marks a further expansion of Miyamura’s relationships, as it’s clear these two aren’t going to just ignore each other from here on out. Sawada forgot her key, so he does what any decent person would do and invites her over to sample some cake from his family’s bakery. Their ensuing conversation starts with, but is not dominated by, Hori, as Sawada learns Hori rarely visits Miyamura’s place since he always goes to her place.
Sawada also assumed that Miyamura had a little brother or sister, since he’s clearly good at taking care of people. Miyamura laughs at that comment, which reminds Sawada of the older brother she says she “had”—past tense—before laughing it off herself. She’s saved by the bell when her folks come home, so she heads out, but Miyamura says she’s always welcome to stop by for some cake.
Miyamura isn’t fooled by Sawada’s last-second fakeout. Sure enough, he learns from his mom that the Sawadas lost their eldest son some time last year, who attended a different school from Izumi but was “such a nice boy”.
At first I wondered why the character designer took such pains to make Sawada so closely resemble Miyamura—was she his long-lost little sister? When we learned she liked Hori, I abandoned that theory as a bridge too far for this show, but it isn’t lost on me how quickly and easily Miyamura is portrayed as a potential surrogate big bro.
Sure enough, the next day Sawada is hounded by three boys, and she retreats to Miyamura, digging her head in his back. It only takes a momentary glare from Miyamura to disperse the lads, but it can’t be understated how glad Sawada must’ve been to have him in that moment. Naturally, when Hori shows up they’re back to competing over who likes Hori more.
Finally, in another wonderful use of what Hori’s watching on TV as a reflection of what goes on in the Hori household, she is forcing both Miyamura and, more pointedly, her dad, to watch a horror movie in which a daughter kills her father. It underscores both Hori’s taste in cinema and the tactics she’ll use to try to get her dad to leave the room, which he eventually does.
Almost the moment her dad’s gone, Hori brushes her knees together and tries her hand at Miyamura’s patented casual romantic utterances, stating “you never make any moves on me, huh.” When Miyaura responds by asking “do you want me to?” she turns red with embarrassment, causing him to chuckle over how cute she looks. Then he asks what kind of moves she wants him to make, then leans in to kiss her.
Kyousuke barges back in asking for change to buy his smokes, and the two lovebirds immediately separate, invoking her dad’s cheeky suspicion, and causing Hori to attempt to reenact the dad-murdering scene from the movie. While I’d hoped they could have shared their first kiss in which both of them were aware a kiss was going to happen here and now, at least they didn’t chicken out; they were simply interrupted. They’ll soon learn to seek places with a bit more privacy!
By: sesameacrylic
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Top Candidate [Pre-DRV3]
Chapter Nine
Length: 1977*
Rating: 16+ish?
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*Note: Words in italics come directly from the audition tape mentioned in DRV3. Click here for a link to the auditions!
I was dressed in my usual school uniform with my red T-shirt underneath. My feet felt like they were dragging along with the other two people in my cohort. I had no control. I had nothing. This sucks. I started to try and yell out, but another voice spoke in my mind.
“Oh shush! We’re like, totally controlling you to go to the right place! We wouldn’t make you break our own rules, silly,” said an overly feminine voice in my mind, and apparently over some loud speaker too. I balled my hands into fists, tempted to punch whatever force that was in my body out of it. Why did they think we’d be taken over so easily? Why was it so easy for them to do in the first place?
Jesus fuck. Where am I exactly? I was kept in a dark room for a while, and now, I was being let into a stadium of the sorts. The outside of the stadium had a huge line of lights around it, blinding me from seeing much further detail. I saw thousands of high schoolers being brought in at once. All of them had different facial expressions(a select few appeared delighted to be here). If this was actually a football game as the stadium suggests, I’d be as happy as some of these fucks. But, no, this was our reality. Auditioning for a killing game we never asked to be in. I had no clue of the rules. All I knew was I’d either survive in the game or die here. That’s what MT told me. The green haired cunt had been digitally showing herself as a kid. Apparently it’s a callback from one of the “fictional” characters in Danganronpa. Everyone involved in this was so willing to give me the hour long backstory to this black market mess. For an event like this to happen every four years, it’s no wonder that the police don’t catch these freaks. It wouldn’t shock me if they helped run the show. My hands were in shackles in front of me, my body being moved along by some outer force still. Ever since that day where I had been walking home from school, about to beat the shitout of my ex’s new boyfriend, everything got blurry. My mind went blank before waking up in a green room with a large rectangular table. I met the person behind and in front of me at that time.
The girl’s name was Maki. Or, what she remembered her name to be at least. She was a fighter, and while I respected her moves, she came from poverty. I couldn’t let dirt like that touch me too deeply. I had to keep my eyes on my affluent ex girlfriend if my dreams of easy fame and riches are to come true. Anyway, Maki started out swinging at the MT kid. Right when I woke up I saw her attacking the green haired brat. MT somehow managed to artfully fight back, pinning Maki on the ground and explaining our fate. Another person, a guy who was about half my height rocking some serious emo fashion, sat around most days. Whenever I tried small chat he just kept brooding that his life “was a mistake he was constantly trying to fix”. The one good thing around here had to be the chicks. If I was to die soon, at least there were plenty babes for me to gawk at. My neck and other joints turned automatically, but, my eyes could still see babes for miles!
Velvet carpeting along with other high-quality shit lined the hallways. Was this legit black market? Was I going to sell myself to some organ sellers, bulk drug dealers, the big shots in the underground market? The area around me went dark occasionally, my eyes losing sight of Maki. Whoever was the control mastermind behind this, they must be especially trying hard to keep Maki under lock and key. Half the time, in whatever computer sim we’re in, Maki managed to break out of control and constantly kick at the walls. What a weird girl. What the hell would the walls do if they broke, “magically let us out”?
I, personally, am always looking for the time in this place. I hadn’t been able to keep count of the amount of time I spent “crafting” my character, but I know one thing. I won’t let myself die here! I haven’t even gotten the chance to live out my dream!
My eyes began to look over the thousands of students gathered here, wearing a variety of different high school uniforms. We had exited the hallway to a well-lit convention center of the sorts, nice flooring, and even lines of each participating cohort. How many students did they manage to kidnap? How was this even done without the Amber Alert system going off at least 200 times? I wanted to fight back, but it’s like my body and mind were seperated for now. My legs were beginning to pull away from the others, heading toward another dark hallway. I saw Maki’s body turn briefly toward me, her eyes filled with nothingness. It was always hard to pinpoint what was on her mind. Once my body fully was directed toward the new hallway, I had to cut through a few lines of cute girls.
As I studied the students being shuffled around awkwardly like me, I noticed a familiar face. A blonde, wearing a navy-blue uniform(from Shining Star Academy) with an array of hair clips. Her skirt was shorter than most, likely pulled upward per her usual style. They...they got my ex here too? My free meal ticket, my dream girl, the prodigy I was going to ride the coattails of? I gritted my teeth, wishing I could move more of my body’s limbs or at least say something. If that chick was here too, then, how was I supposed to return to the easy life after this? I didn’t need to worry about the impossible if it meant I’d go home to a girl like her. As I entered a new hallway, I saw vague shadows of other people I had been following.
“All Kaito Momota’s are on track to be the debut audition! Please line up in accordance to your number. You will only get one chance to sell your character, and then the waiting time begins! Once you see results, well, if you survive...you’re lucky. If not, ta ta!~” A voice screamed out over the loudspeakers. The voice sounded like an annoying preppy student from my high school. Wouldn’t shock me if one of had parents that let them do black market stuff like this.
There were lights every now and then as I proceeded forward. From the brief introductions in light, I noticed something strange. It was as if different copies of me were in a single file line. Sure, they were wearing different high school uniforms but they all appeared similar to me. Their face, weight, stature, among other items were glaringly similar to my own. I know actors often had stunt doubles but this was ridiculous! How was I supposed to differentiate myself from this assholes? Worse, the more we shuffled around, the closer to the top I had been getting. What was my number anyway? I started counting the number of people in front of me, stepping aside toward the walls of the hallway to let me walk through.
There’s at least a hundred of us here...this is crazy. How do so many people in the world exist with my similar body structure? Did they all come from different parts of the world from kidnappers too? There were so many questions I wanted to ask, but, my mouth was sealed tight by whoever was controlling my movements. Was my name anything other than Kaito before coming here? I can’t...even remember that anymore. What a shame.
I could feel my heart race as my body started to move closer to the start of the line. Why, this wasn’t fair, why me…first? Of the others here, I had to be the one to jump head first into this disgusting act of begging for my life. As I got placed in front of shorter version of myself, I noticed a door in front. It had been wooden, with a metal doorknob. I couldn’t hear a thing from beyond the door. A single light bulb was positioned above it, its bright yellow hue keeping my vision clear. I tried my best, but, my neck couldn’t move to see what all was behind me...the army of freaks who looked just like me. Did they have my same voice? Did they sound different? All of this was overwhelming. All I wanted was an easy life. I just wanted to pick back up and beat the shit out of that green-haired bastard that stole my girlfriend!
If I could only speak, and voice out some strong words, I could have followers...and we could bust out of this place.
“Hello Kaito’s! When you see the light bulb over the door turn purple, please enter! Further instructions will be relayed once you are in the room. Don’t bother closing the door, it’s automatic,” a female voice spoke, again, an annoying preppy voice. And, as foretold, the light bulb at top turned purple. I suddenly felt control snap back in me.
I took a look at those behind me. I grinned, showing my teeth and all the handsomeness I had to sell for myself.
“Good luck,” I said to them, their looks a mixture of confusion and fear. I placed my hand on the doorknob, twisting it as I stepped forward. Psyching out the competition was one way I could give myself an edge.
As I entered the room, it was completely dark. Once my hand had let go of the knob, it felt like I was floating in space.
“Kaito Momota…#1. Your audition will start in 60 seconds. This is your allocated time to pray to any God or Gods you believe in. This is also time to rehearse how you will answer the following question: Winning Danganronpa promises the graduatee(or survivors) fame and fortune for years to come. What are your plans in order to win this near impossible game of Danganronpa?” an automated prompt stated, a large red timer showing up in front of me. My feet felt like they were actually on some sort of ground now! Awesome! Of all the vague bullshit I’ve been fed so far, here’s my actual test! And survivors -- does that mean I could still survive with my ex at the end of this? But if I still game fame from winning and killing everything, would she even matter? Or could I survive by using her as a meat shield? Either way, from the sounds of it, I could still achieve my dreams with this! Only, I won’t be this Kaito they want. Rather...I’ll be *myself*. Katio Momota, from this point forward, is my identity.
I won’t be fake or any type of character they’ve been forcing me to be. I’m gonna show them that I’m the *real* Kaito, and all of those behind me are fakes.
I could make out my face in the large red timer, purple hair spiked up per usual. I had to practice my award winning smile first. Ok, good. I cleared my throat several times, stretching and smirking as I watched the clock tick down to zero.
The room suddenly became bright, a wooden floor showing itself underneath me as I spoke into a camera on a tripod.
“I’m not just gonna be in Danganronpa, I’m gonna kill everybody and win! Once I’ve got fame and fortune, I don’t gotta worry about what’s impossible, ” I began, giving the camera a thumbs up.
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