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done done done

im waiting for erika to reblog the ora video

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#dangan ronpa spoilers (spoilers for chapter 2 and 3!!)

since im at that part now if you ever wondered this is what ishida sounds like its kind of like, ishimaru putting on a “mondo voice” its very odd

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Chihiro's breath shuddered, hands clutching his skirt tightly. "W... W-Why?..." he choked out, unable to understand the situation. Ishimaru had...? 

  "A good student should keep his ears clean and mind clear. Please listen to me next time, Fujisaki-kun." He smiled and sighed a bit, trying not to laugh.

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[ Loud crying through the hallways. ]

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Ouch. Chihiro physically flinched at the jab towards his death, his lip trembling and eyes welling with tears. It made his head pound lightly, a sniffle escaping. Why was... he so joyful about this? The programmer put a foot forward, determined to possibly receive an answer. However, it came faster than expected, causing the smaller to recoil. "W... What?"

  "Ah, Fujisaki-kun. It’s wonderful to see you again! Not hung up at the moment, are you?" He grinned widely, the smile seemed…eerily happy. “But I’m not joking of course. I figured you wouldn’t know since your unfortunate death. I’m the mastermind.”

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I-I never thought C-Celes-san would...

Why w-would she?...

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"D... Despairing guide? Ishimaru-kun, w-what are you talking about? I-I didn't know you made jokes like this! Though, they really a-aren't the best kind to start on..."

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"Greetings, fellow classmate! I, Ishimaru Kiyotaka, will be your despairing guide for this wonderful evening! Do make yourselves comfortable!"

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I-Ishimaru-kun! Y-Yamada-kun!

W-What just...?!

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I'm sorry for being missing so much lately...

I-I've been distracted, honestly! I'm waiting to see if Alter Ego's programming holds out...

I hope I can f-fix it if the situation gets there.

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Was... it Mondo's confession that made him seem so anxious? Was it almost as embarrassing as his own? Chihiro pondered this for a minute or so, tilting his head up towards the Gang Leader.

The smaller male flinched when the cigarette was lit up, stepping away for a moment and coughing. His body was terrible when it came to smoke, an arm raising to cover the lower half of his face. Chihiro cautious watched the smoke, waiting for it to fade away before once again hacking into his arm. He stalled another minute before lowering it, taking a step towards Mondo once again. "U-Um... c-can you please put the cigarette away? It... I-It makes it hard to breathe," he asked softly.

At the words 'ladies first', Chihiro couldn't help but cringe. It was an obvious one too, hands digging into his skirt and distorting the fabric. He breathed out, letting his own guilty expression show on his face. "L-Listen, O-Oowada-kun, I... please don't be mad, okay...?" he begged softly, choking down the bile that threatened to rise.

"I-I'm... um... I-I'm not female!" Chihiro stammers, his voice finally rising to a higher volume. Almost immediately, his hands slam over his mouth, hoping no one else had heard that proclamation.

Confessions ||Closed||

  A vein twitched in his jaw.

“A confession, huh?”, Mondo asked with an air of caution. 

Snorting, he added, “Funny thing ‘bout that. ‘Cause I’ve got…a confession too.”

He felt far too jittery. He was almost certain he was gonna be sick or feint and that wouldn’t do his track record so well in the long run. He’d been trying to quit the habit, but sometimes nothing else could calm down the nervous tremors that shook him late at night or when Mondo thought about….him. Gulping, his fingers snatched a beat up box of cigarettes and with shaking fingers he placed a blunt between his wet lips. 

As soon as the cigarette was lit and the reassuring sting of smoke tickled the back of his throat, a surge of calm rushed through his head and his shaking hands steady, if only for a moment. 

Back arched and eyes fluttering closed, he propped his elbows on the rail behind him and leaned his face back so the cool draft could dance across his features. 

“Ladies first though.”, Mondo breathed with a reclined smirk, a finality settling in his heart that he’d only have to endure the stress and the anxiety and the guilt for a little while longer. 

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Chihiro flinched at the sudden turn, having thought his presence was noticeable. Huh, his footsteps must have been lighter than he originally thought...

"A-Ah, I'm sorry, Oowada-kun! I-I almost had one just now when you spun around," he responded with a nervous laugh.

As... impossible as it seemed, Mondo appeared... anxious? Nerve-wracked? Chihiro blinked towards him, the ghost of a concerned expression coming onto his face before it disappeared. He would ask afterwards, hoping that it wouldn't be too late to wonder what the Gang Leader was so out of it about. He bit his lip lightly, attempting to calm his rapidly beating heart. It felt as if it was going to choke the answer out of him, like it or not.

No, this was the situation he had set up. After a few years of keeping this to himself, Chihiro would finally give the secret to a trusted person about himself. About how the feminine garb was merely due to his own weakness. How he actually managed to beat himself down more than he intended.

Catching Mondo's gesture, the programmer obediently followed him to the fences. The brunette inched closer, nervously over looking the edge of the building. It made bile rise in his gut and a grimace popped onto his face. What... a long drop. His attention was grabbed by the biker once more, a guilt-ridden expression on his face.

"U-Um... no, nothing is... w-wrong, but..." he began, attempting to piece together his words. "I-I... have a confession to make, O-Oowada-kun..."

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  His heart was in his throat, beating furiously on the back of his tongue 

Spinning around, his coat twisted around his knees in a spiral of smooth black fabric with flickers and flashes of gold. 

“Fuji-Fujisaki. Y’nearly gave me a heartattack.”, Mondo spluttered. 

He wasn’t ready, no no no. He definitely wasn’t ready. His chest felt tight—impossibly tight. As if a boa constrictor were coiling around his ribs, suffocating his lungs. She was going to panic. She was going to push him away. And then where would he be? Back on the streets every night, brawling with grown-ass men. Failing every class. Eating outta the trash. Groveling like a stray mutt. 

No…no. He had to confess. If he had to live one day more with his secret gnawing away at his intestines like some kind of parasite…he’d kill himself. Fujisaki…no. Chihiro. He could trust her. He could put his life in her hands, he knew that for a fact. 

Beckoning the small, delicate girl to follow him he leaned against the fences that barricaded them from the long drop to the pavement below. Licking his lips, Mondo pushed his fingers through his hair several times, anxiety bubbling in his stomach and burning the back of his throat with the promise of vomit. 

“You…uh. Y’wanted to meet me up here, yeah? Somethin’…wrong?”, he mumbled, eyes trailing across Chihiro’s pale features.

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"S-Sort of..."

"H-Hello again, Ishimaru-kun!"

“There.. Are more Fujisaki-kun..s? Are you transparent?”

“Hello, I suppose.. I am Ishimaru Kiyotaka.”

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... My head started to bleed again yesterday and I don't know why.

I-It usually doesn't do that without something touching the back of my head!!!

I don't know, but... i-it still hurts a little.

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‘Till death do us part’

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He was... finally ready. Ready to tell someone about himself. Chihiro stood in front of his locker, head bowed somewhat. His mind reeled, still attempting to comprehend the fact that he had actually managed to place the note in Mondo's locker. His hand rested on his chest, a heavy breath causing his chest to heave.

Lifting his head, the brunette took his small box with rice balls and stepped back, shutting the door. Right, the roof. Chihiro smoothed his skirt awkwardly with his free hand, almost tricking himself into think he would wear the male uniform. Not yet... not yet. Picking up his feet, he  headed towards the staircase and began to ascend to the roof. "I... I can do this. I-I can tell Oowada-kun a-and... he won't be angry..."

Reaching the set before the roof, Chihiro felt his legs freeze on him. He moved, his appendages refusing to comply. He bit his lip, feeling tears well in his eyes. He... couldn't do this. Their friendship would be lost and... what if it got out? The harassment would continue and no one could help him. 

The programmer gulped, squeezing the box of food. He took an experimental step forward, finding himself moving. Chihiro swiped the tears away hurriedly and advanced up the stairs in fear of freezing again. "I-I'm sorry I'm late, Oowada-kun!"

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Mondo beat his foot against the ground impatiently. He had his lunch—some store bought crap that was half off at the grocery store—resting on  top of some school books next to him but he wasn’t really in the mood to eat. 

Not with that note weighing down his pocket. Earlier that morning, he’d received a small, folded note in his locker with a request to meet up on the roof at lunch in loopy cursive, signed by Chihiro. They’d been fast friends since the second year of high school when Mondo had kicked some kid’s ass who had been harassing her. Maybe he wasn’t necessarily the most moral guy, but hell he had the decency to stick his neck out for those couldn’t even help themselves.

The funny thing was that in his other pocket, he had another note. A note that he’d planned on giving to Chihiro to meet coincidentally at lunch. He laughed a barely audible, breathy chuckle and pushed a strong hand through his curly pompadour. It’d been a few years since…that incident. And he just had to let go of his secret. He’d been praying that maybe she’d forgive him. That his sins would be reconciled. But when he thought long and hard on it, he realized the petite, innocent Chihiro—the Chihiro that could hardly swat a fly away for fear of hurting it—would take it hard. So hard, she’d probably never speak to him again. 

Some part of him told himself it was worth it though. He couldn’t just fester for the rest of his high school existence. He’d go friggin’ insane.

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H-Happy birthday to all of the different Oowada-kuns!

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(( ahhh i like hugging

it's just like

silence

they both tear up

hug

oh gosh um

can you write it? i'm working on something right now that i want to get done. ; u; ))

((the angstier the better so yeah uh alive would work too!! is there any particular point of time you wanted to start with??))