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waterfallofspace · 2 years ago

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I’m not brave enough to ask anything off anon yet but I love all your fics!!! May I request 71 and 76 for E/rasermic with A/izawa being sick

That's totally alright, thank you for the ask!! (and for the kind words~~) You may indeed~~ Always love me some E/rasermic, and A/izawa is my guy <3 Hope you enjoy! 2.4k words, prompts 71 and 76, story under the cut! 71. Person A is oblivious to the fact that they are most definitely getting sick, but Person B knows them well, and is definitely aware of it. 76. Being handed the entire box of tissues instead of just one.

(References to slightly bad coughing and headaches, just in case anyone doesn't like those!)

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A faint glow of sunlight bathes the cold city, another dawn chasing the darkness from the streets. Not many people are out at this time, just a few cars heading for work, maybe some heroes on patrol. There’s a light cushion of silence, broken only by the soft sounds of the city that never really fade. This scene, to Aizawa, has become quite mundane.

His eyes narrow at a flickering light in the elevator as the ride up to his floor seems to take twice its normal length. Raising his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose, the pounding sensation in his head fades to a dull throb. The ding nearly knocks him off his feet as the doors open with a screech that leads to his grip tightening between his eyes.

‘Must have overexerted myself somehow, the headache isn’t usually this severe. Granted, I haven’t had a break in a few days, what with teaching and patrol, but that shouldn’t be a factor.’ Thoughts pausing, he reaches for the doorknob, missing entirely. A sigh escapes as he attempts to refocus his eyes, relieved to find the apartment unlocked. ‘Not sure I could maneuver the key in this state.’

“How was patrol.”

While the words imply a question, the tone is anything but curious. Mic sits at the table, glare aimed at the door where Aizawa lingers, an air of hesitance simmering through his body. His eyes flicker to the clock hanging above Mic’s head before they wander back. ‘It’s still early, did he wake up just to meet me…? Or- stay up? He’s not normally a night owl…’

“It was… alright?”

“Was it now.”

Aizawa sets his goggles on the counter, a wince pulling his lips tight as the noise seems to echo throughout the kitchen. Mic continues tapping his foot, arms crossed as he lets his glare burn through the wall to Aizawa’s left. ‘It’s not an anniversary… or birthday… did I mess up his home studio again…? No, that can’t be it, I haven’t been in there for days…’ A light sniffle breaks free, Aizawa pressing the back of his hand to his nose to stall the drip.

“I’m sorry Mic, I don’t understand..?”

“You really don’t, do you Sho?”

A hint of laughter starts to flood Mic’s stern tone as he lets a worried smile wash away the glare. Aizawa’s hesitance hasn’t dropped, his guard still up as he tries to sort through the past few minutes. Mic slowly raises to his feet, placing his glasses next to the goggles before giving Aizawa’s arm a light rub.

“Bless you, by the way.”

Aizawa simply blinks in response, Mic’s warm tone setting him off balance once more. ‘He was angry, but now he’s not..? Wait- bless me, but I didn’t sn-’ Before the thought can finish forming, Aizawa finds his fist pressed to his nose, a few tight stifles pushing through.

“hh’gnnt-! eh’dnXT-! hh’enDGT-! guhh…”

“No stifling unless you’re on duty, love. We agreed.”

Mic ‘tsks’, lightly batting Aizawa’s hand away. Managing to open his eyes long enough to give a nod, Aizawa reaches for his scarf to muffle the oncoming sneezes. A hand resumes stroking his arm, Mic failing to disguise a wince at the flash of pain that had danced through Aizawa’s eyes.

“heH-! ah’gNZSHDJuu-! hH’DESHH’oo-! hYEShh’duu-! eHh-! aiJZSHH’uu-!”

“There you go! Gotta feel better, doesn’t it? I never can understand how you manage to fit those violent outbursts into such tight little sounds.”

“P- praahhh-! hH’DTZSHh’oo-! Practice.”

“Bless you.”

“Thank you.”

The words are gruff, Aizawa clearing his throat when they catch on their way out. Hands quickly fly back up to his temples, his own voice jarring the stinging into returning once more, eyes defocusing themselves. Something about a headache always leads to this haze settling just beneath his eyes, almost as if they’re trying to remove some of the pressure by removing his vision.

“Headache?”

“Yeah. Felt it coming on earlier, got worse after patrol.”

“Stifling can’t have helped. Were you doing that the whole time?”

Not bothering to vocalize the answer they both know, Aizawa instead lets his shoulders dip as Mic’s hand slides down his back. Accepting the invitation, he leans into Mic’s chest, letting out a sigh under the gentle touch. The hand moves down then back up, carefully working the tension from his shoulders before settling against the back of his neck.

“You’re warm.”

“I d- heHh…”

The reply gets cut off, Aizawa’s voice getting lost in a hurricane of ticklish breaths. He frantically attempts to pull away from Mic, only managing to aim at the floor before the hitching hits its crescendo. A single phrase cuts through the desperation, a blessing from Mic that he barely catches before the first release.

“Bless you.”

“eh’GNXT-!”

Aizawa’s eyes meet Mic’s before the brunt of the fit takes hold. ‘Whoops… stifled again… it was a force of habit.’ He raises a hand to cover as he lets the rest out, aiming for his wrist under Mic’s watchful eye.

“haH- AIYDZSHH’uu-! hh’enGZZShh’diuu-! ihh… heshh…! hEZSShhhew-! hh- eh’hYIESZzshh’oo-!”

“Bless you again.”

“Thank you, Mic.”

Rubbing a hand against his nose, Aizawa sniffles, a deep sound that triggers a response from his chest. Coughs start to fight their way through his clenched teeth. At first he attempts to suppress the spasms, but the effort is pointless and he quickly switches to muffling them against his arm. Mic tuts at him, reaching over behind the goggles to pour something into a mug before handing it over with a gentle smile. Grateful for any relief, Aizawa takes a sip, grimace spreading across his face instantly.

“This isn’t coffee, Mic.”

The second their eyes meet Mic doubles over with a laugh loud enough to rattle the cups on the counter. For a minute Aizawa fears he might hit the floor, the laughter not giving him many chances to suck in oxygen. Offering a halfhearted glare, Aizawa lets his free hand rub Mic’s back as the cackling man attempts to form words.

“Yes, I k- know it’s not. It’s tea. B- but I didn’t know you’d react like that!”

“Really, Mic?”

“I- I’m sorry- You just… you should have seen your face- It was priceless!”

“Why did you make me tea instea-”

“Blessings, again.”

“heAHhh-!”

He’s barely able to set the mug down in time to press his nose into his scarf, another fit breaking through. Mic gets enough control over his laughter to offer a sympathetic sigh, hand returning to its post on Aizawa’s back.

“eh’aiZShh’chuu-! hHeh-! hh’aiYZSHH’uu-! heh’GNZSHH’oo-!”

“Yeah, I wonder.”

“hh’DJZSHhh’oo-! ehh… huhh-! AYISHH’guhh-!”

“No particular reason I’d switch out-”

“inNSHH’oo-! mmZSHH’choo-!”

“-the coffee for tea.”

Aizawa lets another sniffle out, mirroring Mic’s wince at the lack of air passing through his inflamed sinuses. Raising a hand to crush the bridge of his nose between his fingers again, he tries to starve off the headache. ‘It’s almost like it’s trying to bash my skull from the inside out.’ In response, Mic brushes some hair from his forehead, offering a vague noise.

“I mean it Sho, you really are warm.”

“It might be a bit hot in here, now that you mention it. Did you turn the heater on?”

“No, love, I didn’t.”

A gentle purr drips from Aizawa’s lips as Mic strokes his hair, scratching in the way he knows will get a reaction. Too tired to be embarrassed at the giggles Mic lets out over the noises, Aizawa simply collapses deeper into the feeling. He only snaps out of it when Mic starts leading him by his arm down the hall.

“The bedroom…? It’s mornin-”

“Not for you it’s not. Bed, now.”

Sinking down into the soft sheets, Aizawa's eyes start to shut of their own accord. He manages to fight it off long enough to cast Mic a dark look. The only response he gets is Mic sitting next to him. Starting to stand, he pretends not to notice the way his legs tremble under the pressure.

“I have assignments I need to grade, Mic. I don’t have ti-”

“Bless you.”

It’s quiet, especially for Mic, but Aizawa hears it loud and clear. Raising an eyebrow in return, he attempts to ignore the burning itch starting to spread down the bridge of his nose. Whether it was triggered by Mic’s blessing, or Mic simply saw it before did, it matters not. All that matters to Aizawa is not letting the prediction come true.

“I did- heHHh- Didn’t sneeze.”

“You will.”

“N- nehhhh… no, I won’t. I simply don’t… don’t hhahh… have to.”

“Whatever you say, Shota.”

Aizawa finds himself rolling his eyes as the itch refuses to back down, the sensation starting to dig deeper into his sinuses with a fluttering tickle. ‘N- not… not gonna… hEhh… oh- no I’m… I’m definitely g- gonna…’ Mic lets out a light giggle as Aizawa’s hand snaps to his face, the pink lining his nose starting to spread out to his cheeks.

“iH’GNT-! eh’knDT-!”

“Aizawa.”

“S- Sohhhrry. heH’aiZSHHh’oo-! eh’GESHHh’uu-! hHdjGZShh’oo-!”

The giggling continues, Aizawa casting a sigh in Mic’s direction as the fit trails off. Leaning over to reach for the tissues on the nightstand he manages a weak blow. Then, turning his attention back to his husband, who’s still chuckling at the display, Aizawa gives a tired scowl.

“You’re enjoying this almost too much, Hizashi.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s hilarious you don’t even seem to notice what’s happening!”

“I’m sneezing, I know that.”

“You’re sick, love.”

Silence falls over them as Aizawa stares, Mic matching his gaze with a stare of his own. They stay locked, neither uttering a word, until Mic breaks the silence with a light chuckle.

“Bless you.”

Aizawa groans lightly in response before, as predicted, ducking into his hands. He attempts to stifle them as a last ditch effort to save his pride. This, of course, fails spectacularly, the stifles only leaving his sinuses more congested, spreading the tickle deeper. A tissue is placed in his hand before he can process it, the soft touch sending him over the edge as it grazes his nose.

“hh’gNXt-! inZGT-! eh’knDXT’chh-! ainGT’chh-! hh’KDT’choo-! heHh-! guhh… hehhh… hUHhhH-!”

As the hitching gives his nose a brief respite before the next attack, Aizawa feels Mic pressing clean tissues into his hand. He manages to pry open his watery eyes to glance at the concern Mic’s wearing across his face. The moment is soon cut short, tissues being put to use as the tickle swells again.

“heH’GNZShh’oo-! AIZSHH’oo-! deh’JNZCHH’uu-! ahehH-! eh’kEZSHHh’uu-! ehh-! aiish- guhh… haahhh…”

“Bless you.”

Only managing to shake his head, Aizawa’s hands start to fan his face, eyes fluttering as tears start to spill down his cheeks. His nose is quivering, each breath seeming to bring a new wave of ticklish fury as the very air he breathes seems to be itchy. Mic can’t help but chuckle at the sight, lightly squeezing Aizawa’s leg.

“Not done, are you?”

“Z- zaahhh… Zashi… ha- hahh… hehHh-! Have to-”

Something hard hits Aizawa’s leg. As he manages to pry his eyes open again, he soon recognizes the whole box of tissues that Mic has passed his way. He shoots a watery glare at his husband, devoid of any real anger. Mic responds with another laugh, Aizawa grabbing a handful to press to his nose as it finally offers him some relief. The feeling’s short lived, however, as Mic proceeds to count blessings aloud.

“hHdJGZSHH’oo-!”

“One for the money!”

“eHYZSHH’oo-!”

“Two for the show!”

“Hi- Hizashi- heAISHHH’oo-!”

“Three to get ready, aaaand!”

“aIDJZSHhh’uu-!”

“Four to go!”

“Having fun, d- dear? heh’AIHSHhh’diuu-!”

“Bless you Shota. That’s one bad cold you’ve gone and caught.”

Mic offers a smile, mischief shimmering through his eyes as he meets Aizawa’s gaze. In response, Aizawa freezes, the faint blush on his cheeks starting to darken as he averts his eyes. Staring at the sheets he feels his thoughts dip. ‘Sick… I can’t be- I would have noticed- how did he- am I really-’

“You really didn’t notice, did you?”

A deep cough springs from his chest, Mic letting out a low whistle as it gets harsher. Soon Aizawa’s leaning over, Mic offering comforts under his breath as the rasping continues, a slight wheeze starting to sound with each inhale. Finally it lets up, Aizawa wiping a few stray tears from his face as he attempts to fill his lungs with air again.

“I can’t understand how you didn’t see it with symptoms like that.”

“How long have you- wait, how long have I?”

“Well, you had a headache a few days ago, which wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, except that you actually had slept the night before. The next day the sniffling started, which I just figured was from the damp weather.”

“eh’kEZSHHh’oo-!”

“Bless. There was also a few stray sneezes, which we both know isn’t uncommon.”

“hhDJZSHhh’uu-!”

“Bless again. But by day three you were staring to-”

“heh’HAIYSHH-ihh’DZSHJ’uu-!”

Aizawa takes the pause to let out a wet blow, grimacing at the way it does nothing to alleviate the sinus pressure. Grabbing a few more tissues, he presses them to his face again, another sneeze dancing along just out of his reach. In order to secure it, he gently massages the tip of his nose, eyes shutting as it takes the bait.

“kAISHhh’diuu-! huh’eNGZSHH’oo-!”

“Exactly. Not just a few anymore. And then last night when you headed out for patrol I could see you still had the headache.”

“I just… I didn’t notice any of that…”

With a laugh that seems to float through the air, Mic plants a kiss on Aizawa’s forehead, the wince not escaping either of them. ‘Must still be running a fever. Strange… I don’t actually feel any different… besides maybe a little flushed…’

“I know you didn’t. You’ve never been one to notice your own health, Sho. Let alone prioritize it. That’s why it’s my job to take care of you."

"hH'kEZSHHh'oo-!"

"Bless. Now! I’m going to get some medication, you’re going to take it, and then we’ll watch a few episodes of that show you like, and you’ll fall asleep in my arms. Got it?”

Another cough starts spilling out, Aizawa letting a rough sigh replace it as Mic cups his face, a smirk replacing the signature smile as he melts into the touch. He follows suit with a gentle smile of his own, nose twitching as he brings the tissues back up.

“hH’ENGZSHhh’oo-! How did I get so lucky with you, Zashi?”

“Because I wouldn’t stop pesting you until you let me take care of you, of course!”

Aizawa laughs, deep and chesty, triggering a cough that has Mic apologizing through his own laughter, but it’s worth it. He never felt this kind of happiness before Mic, this kind of light. And on days when he feels himself slipping back into the dark, Mic is always there, shining like a beacon.

Bringing him home.

#waterfallasks #waterfallwrites #thank you so much for the ask!!!#e/rasermic my beloved #i will admit im running on NO sleep for this so im hoping its still good hahaha~#mostly my comments at the beginning may be illegible #but either way thank you!!! i hope you enjoy <3 #snz #snzkink #m/ha #a/izawa #m/ic #e/rasermic

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hypnosisbuttd · 4 years ago

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Day 10: Bound

angry breathing

Lets try this again… Shall we?

Not all slaves are as willing and read to obey their masters. Even after hypnosis, some still struggle and resist, attempting to get back to their old lives. Now for any Hypnotist of any intelligence, this is obviously a problem. So what do we do with them? Bind them up of course! Ties, blindfolds, Locks, whatever you choose to bind your slave, Binds are something that every hypnotist must get used to. So for our next story, let's take an example of that. This is the story of a hot headed boy who thought he could resist the power of the villains. How wrong he was about to be…

Bakugou struggled against the ropes tied around his hands. He wanted to explode the ropes off, but one of these stupid villians had put blast-proof gloves around his hands. He growled and struggled again and again, but to no avail. He had been sitting in this dark room for over an hour, but nothing was happening!

“Where are those bastards?” Bakugou growls.

Finally, after an hour had passed, Shinso finally walked into the room, smiling.

“Finally! I was waiting for you assholes to rescue me! Now untie me for fucks sake.” Bakugou snaps.

“Oh Kacchan… I'm not here to bring you back… I'm here to give you something” Shinso Smiles

“Give me what? It better be a way out of here, otherwise I'm turning it to ash.” Bakugou mutters.

“I'm here to give you a new life, Kacchan, come with me.” Shinso places his hand on Bakugou's head.

“Like hell I'm going to-” Bakugous brain shuts off as Shinso uses his quirk, Mind Control.

Shinso unties Bakugous hands and Bakugou's just sits there. He grabs Bakugou's hand and leads him to a dark room, containing nothing but a blindfold and a large rope. Shinso strips Bakugou down to the nude and gets Bakugou on his knees. He wraps Bakugou in a particularly kinky way and places the blindfold around his eyes. FInally, he releases Bakugou from his quirk and Bakugou's mind returns.

“What the- Where the hell am I? And why am I naked?!” Bakugou asks, his face going pink as a strawberry.

“You don't need to worry about that, all you need to think about is how much pleasure you'd like…” Shinso says pulling out a vibrator.

“What the hell does that- GHRK” Bakugou flinches as he feels the vibrator rub against his unit.

“Sssshhhhh… Just relax…” Shinso cputs a hand across Bakugous mouth.

“Ah- Stop… You fucking… Guhh…” Bakugou pants.

Shinso keeps the vibrator right by Bakugou. He then takes a second smaller vibrator with a remote control, and quietly inserts it into Bakugous ass. He stands back around front and turns it on. Bakugou seethes feeling the vibration, but eventually his seethes turn into moans.

“Gah… Oh… So… Good…” Bakugou pants.

“Feels good, doesn't it?”

“Mm… Nyah…”

“Good boy…” Shinso purrs.

Bakugou continues to groan and moan as pleasure surges through his body. Shinso smiles, seeing Bakugou's mind succumb to pleasure. However, he needed to take one more measure to ensure victory.

He takes the blindfold from Bakugous eyes, looking at his drooling dumb gaze. He then takes out another bandana with an X for the design. He places it across Bakugous eyes and suddenly the X lights up bright orange. Bakugou drools as his mind slowly drifts away into the void. Shinso sits there and waits.

There may have been a small part of Bakugou at the time that told him to resist. To fight back. To not let them take control. But whatever part that may have been was crushed into a million bits by the overwhelming siege of pleasure. Finally, all at once, Bakugou shoots out his load and his old life is finally gone forever.

Bakugou lies down on his side, mewling. Shinso chuckles and picks up Bakugou by the back part of the rope. Bakugou groans in pleasure. He then takes Bakugou to another room in the Villian Hideout, contain several stalls filled with fallen (and noticably all male) heroes, each hung upwith their holes dripping with villainous seed.

Shinso wastes no time in rearranging the ropes around Balugous body to hang him up in the same position as the others. Bakugou giggles as Shinso teases his hole. Shinso decides to leave him alone, however, and walks towards Shigaraki, who is holding his payment.

“You did well with this one.” Shigaraki chuckles. “Now then… your prize.” He drops a case into Shinsos hand. The case is filled with several billion yen. Shinso smiles, saying nothing as he walks off with his money.

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yamithediaperdork · 5 years ago

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Forgotten stories 1:Baby angel (Mortal instruments)

Jace stared at his birth father, mouth open in shock. the older blond was all grins however as he held up a pair of short-all's and a diaper shirt on a coat hanger with one hand, and was holding a pack of special adult diapers with the other. His father had been talking about how much he wanted to be back in jace's life and Jace himself was more then open for that (lord knew he could use the break from demon slaying) but then his dad had suggested starting from the beginning, at which point he had pulled out the embarrassing garments. Jace couldn't help but notice, even in his shock that the diapers in question were call lil stinkers, and the pack had a boy not much older then himself all scrunchie face and clearly dumping a load in the back of his nursery print diapers..with the pack boasting about it's heavy duty capacity and it's new and improved smell blockers "Sooo..what do you think?" Stephen asked, as it had been a full 20 seconds now since his son had said anything. "..Are you on crack!?" "..Not the answer i was hoping for, but we can work with it.. No sweetie, daddy isn't on any drug but the love you bring into his life!" "..No really, what are you on? should i be checking the trash for needles?" "Sweetie your starting to hurt daddies feelings." "You wanna put me back in diapers and dress me up like a baby!" "Well no, thats not true." "..YOU HAVE SHORTALLS AND DIAPERS! How is that NOT a baby!?" "because I'ma make you a toddler. totally different." ".. I'm checking the trash cans." "enough, come on, I really think that you letting me dress you up will help us bond. give me ONE day, just one!" stephen pleaded and set the items down, bringing his hands together to beg. "Ngggh..One day.. and I'm not craping myself." jace said, looking at the outfit and well, maybe a small tiny itty bitty little part of him was wondering just what the diapers would feel like. "Deal!"

20 minutes later and Jace, the more powerful of all of those with angel blood.. was staring at himself in the mirror with a red face. the thick diapers pushed his legs apart and the black shortall's simply bulged trying to contain the double thick diapering he'd gone under. (and when he had tried to whine that one was enough, Stephen had merely pointed out that since it was for one day only, he wanted maxamin diaper butt cuteness..unless jace was willing to make it three day. at which point Jace had huffed and hugged the chicken stuffie his daddy had handed him) Stephen had even quickly checked jace's core temp while diapering him, slipping a finger in and out of his sons butt hole a few times and jace could almost swear there was still a finger or SOMETHING up there! his white diaper shirt did go along nice with the shortalls, and his power ranger socks and sonic sneakers (velco of course) had his crinkling and really looking like a big baby. 'toddler.' he reminded himself and huffed, clutching chickenboo (so what if he had named the stuffie already?) closer to his chest. "You look so friggen cute!" Stephen gushed, coming up behind his son and kissing the big toddler's cheek, making him squirm. "Daddy.." jace whined, but a little smile broke out. "So ready to go to the park and play?" Stephen asked, and ducked from the swing of death (trademark pending) that came from jace using Chickenboo. "take it thats a no." Stephen chuckled. "No outside!" "But daddy wants to push you on the swing set!" "NO.OUT.SIDE!" huffed the pouty boy who was glaring now. "how about a deal? if you can keep your diapies clean for a hour, then no outside. you go tinkle or boom boom.." Stephen trailed off and smiled. "..fine! but first me and chicken boo are going and checking the trash cans." "..for the last time, i'm not on smack!"

after checking the trash can's anyways, Chickenboo and jace settled down in the living room, sitting on the floor with his sneakers still on (just in case he decided he wanted to play outside according to daddy, like THAT was gonna happen) and watching cartoon while Daddy made them lunch. Seeing that it was Grilled cheese and fries jace put on a polite face, as he would of preferred some Chinese take out but then again he likely would of ended up having to answer the door and then would of had to kill the delivery boy to keep rumors of this from spreading, so it was for the best. the sandwich was mostly good till he got to the middle, where he started to gag and choke and Stephen was there in a instant, patting his back and asking if he was ok before Jace was finally able to spit up what had started to gag him, a slice of cucumber! "are you trying to poison me!?" the huffy big toddler whined in the aftermath. "..are you allegoric to them?" "No! but their GROSS! and Yucky!" Jace huffed and whined, then used part of the blanket he had been sitting on to wipe his touge to clear off the icky cucumber taste. '...and he wonders why I think he's perfect for being a big toddler.'

it wasn't too long after that though that jace had gone from playing with chickenboo, sitting up on the couch with daddy to bolt up and dashing for the bathroom. 'I was wondering when those would kick in.' Stephen thought, casually strolling up behind Jace who was now in the bathroom, whining and struggling with the shortalls, and pooting up a storm. "oh my, sounds like somebody could use some help!" "G-Guhh..Daddy come on! I'm gonna crap myself!" Jace whined and pleaded. "well you ARE diapered so that would be ok.. butttt I guess i'll be nice and let you use A potty." Stephen said. "thank you thank you thank you!" Jace mewed and turned so daddy could get the stupid frigging buckles undo for him. "but we'll have to go back out to the living room." Stephen added. "...but the toilets right here!" JAce whined and let out a LOUD fart that had the boy hunching over, a look of panic on his face. "The adult potty is, you're potty is in a closet in the living room. do you wanna argue with daddy and poop your diapies, or listen like a good boy and go boom boom in a potty?" "Big boy! big boy!" "heh. then take daddies hand." Stephen said and held his hand out. moaning and whining, jace limped behind Stephen as they headed back for the living room, he was on the verge of losing it and it was only his angel blood that had kept him from disgracing himself this far. the potty was a stupid DUCK and Jace instantly hated it, but compared to his other option he knew he couldn't be picky.. Daddy got his shortalls off and then undid the snaps on the diaper shirt as jace whimpered and whined, almost on the verge of tears. "Dadddy hurry! I can't hold it much longer!" the big baby whined, wetting his diapers as he struggled to hold his poopies in and then the diapers were tugged down and off, along with everything else and in just his socks and sneakers Jace plopped down on the duck potty, grabbing the handles and crying out as wave after wave of hot sludge erupted from his bottom. "P-P-Pooooping daddddy!" "yup, you sure are. on the potty! such a big boy!" Stephen said and kissed jac'es forehead as the poor boy was unloading everything in his guts. the smell quite frankly was awful, but to Stephen it was victory and he decided to hold off mentioning that the wet diapers meant they could go to the park. a weak trickle of urine mixed with the poopies and with a final spurting fart, Jace just leaned against the potty, panting and sweating. "wow, i'm shocked you still have your bones after that!" Stephen teased and got a weak glare from Jace. "Just..Just hand me some tp, a ice pack and let me mourn for my butt hole." Jace mumbled. "Cute. but little guys don't wipe themselves. you strong enough to stand up and bend over for daddy?...for me to wipe your butt..just realized how that sounds." stephen said, then added the second part quickly. "..I'd kick your butt but I just down have the power right now." Jace mumbled weakly and slowly got himself standing and bent over, closing his eyes tight as stephen wiped his now slightly gaping asshole with the little guy all clean, stephen led him to the bedroom, still naked save for his feet and noted that Jace looked half out of it, rubing a eye and yawning lots. not a dsingle argument was given as daddy laid him on the bed and tugged his shoes and socks off, then got the big toddler in a fresh diaper (only one this time and then handed jace chickenboo. "I think somebody could use a little nap." Stephen said and kissed jace's cheek as the oversized toddler blushed and snuggled into the stuffie. "am..kinda sleepy.." "Have a good sleep buddy. daddy love you~" Stephen coo'ed. "..Love you too daddy." the strongest demon slayer in the world mewed, then as daddy tugged the curtains closed and tip toed out, Jace drifted off to dreamland, with one last thought echoing in his head. 'Maybe this isn't so bad after all..'

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sneezingpotatoes · 6 years ago

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Okay so...

I don’t even know what to call this, but read it if you want xD I guess it’s a cute ((With mess and contagion)) short story? xDDDD

It's the third time he's been late to work this week and you're starting to get irritated. You know that it wasn’t unusual for him to be late for work, but the third time in a row is one too many. You're tired of covering for him and lying to your boss about his possible whereabouts, so you swear to yourself up and down that you're going to rip him a new one as soon as he walks through that door.

An hour passes and you think to yourself, "Huh, that's strange. He's never been this late before..." He hasn't answered your 3 missed calls and your heart sinks, becoming slightly worried as to what could've happened to him. He would always tell you if he wouldn't be at work, so for him to be a no-show was startling.

You somehow manage to get through another boring hour of work, feeling deprived without him being there to make the time enjoyably fly by, but you can't stop thinking about him. Why won't he answer your calls?

As if on cue, you quickly get pulled away from your own thoughts as you watch him sluggishly walk into the office and take a seat at the computer directly in front of you. You can tell that something is definitely off with him, as you watch him bury a handful of coughs into the maroon scarf that was draped around his neck.

"Well, that doesn't sound too good." You say with concern as you toss out all of the anger you once had. He looks at you with tired eyes, face still covered in his scarf.

"Yeah, I've been having this damn cough for a few days already." He confesses to you, sinking down into himself as if he were ashamed to admit it. "But it's really buggin' today." He did this a lot, seeing how it was hard to lie to you. No matter how hard he tried, nothing could get past you.

You sigh, hearing how scratchy his voice sounds. You feel bad for him. You hate the universe for choosing him to get sick instead of you. If you could choose to take the sickness away from him, you would've snatched it in a heart beat.

Before you can even express your sympathy to him, your boss spots your sick co-worker and rips him a new one for you, before telling you both to get to work. You both share one final glance before returning to your computers.

It had been a fun half hour, of course, with him discreetly sending you funny cat memes to distract you from your actual work every once in a while. You giggle to yourself in anticipation of the next meme you had received that was waiting in your inbox.

Just as you go to open the message, your ears shift as you hear a faint inhale across from you. Another inhale, sharper this time, catches your attention. You peer over your monitor and see him frozen, patiently waiting. His eyebrows were furrowed, head slightly tilted upward, his hands were somewhat cupped but not close to his face, as if he were going to dive into his hands rather than bring them to his face. His mouth was still covered with his scarf, but you’d imagined that his lips were parted, seeing how the itch didn't seem entirely strong enough to actually cause too much change. It was a weak, hazy itch that made him freeze, absently waiting to see if he even needed to sneeze or not. He sniffles, fully, sounding so gurgly and obviously wet that it seemed to bounce off of the office walls and make a few of your fellow co-workers cringe and give him the side eye.

“Hhah...”

A soft pant is released, sounding somewhat muffled from his thick scarf.

“H-haaHh...!”

Another, more agitated and slightly more audible release is heard as his stature tenses up, tilting his head further back with a deeper crease in his brow. You can tell that he’s getting annoyed with his pestering nose, as he groans with an irritated sigh after the sneeze doesn’t come. You watch him paw at his itchy nose for a second before speaking.

“Are you alright?” He sluggishly leans to the side of his monitor to meet your concerned gaze. You can tell that the faint need to sneeze is still present within him, as his eyelids were still fighting to stay fully upright, and you could see his moistened, pink nostrils fidgeting above his scarf.

“N-need to-- sd-sdee-eze...” He pathetically stutters, not able to contain his uneven breaths from disrupting his speech. You give him a sincere glare before reaching behind you to grab the box of tissues on the desk. He slowly reaches to grab a few of the tissues and doesn’t hesitate to honk into them. It was loud, and messy sounding. It even makes you cringe internally, feeling like no matter how thick the tissues were, you were still getting infected. But you didn’t mind.

An abrupt hitch escapes him, and causes him to nearly jolt from the burning sensation. Instantly, he turns to his side and releases an intense, muffled explosion over his right shoulder.

“HhuH-- hH’AAHTSSCHhm!!”

He remains hunched over, deciding on whether another sneeze were coming and allowing his dark and now disheveled bangs to hang and cover his face. His neighboring co-worker stares at him, feeling disgusted that he sneezed openly in his direction, but still blessed him, along with all of the other nearby co-workers. He was lucky that his scarf was covering his mouth, because if it weren’t, he was sure he would’ve sprayed him.

After a moment, he releases a breathy and absent sounding ‘thagnks’ before sitting back up properly at his computer. You watch him hazily sway back and forth as if he were dizzy in his seat from the wet sniffling he couldn’t seem to stop doing. His eyes slowly came to a close and he froze again with his cupped hands in front of him.

“Hhaah... Hh-haAhH... Hih--!...’AAHKSSCHSHIfm!!”

This time, he jerked forwards into his hands, pressing his scarf closer to his face on impact. He coughed a few times into his scarf, ignoring the blessings from all directions. You watch him shake his head as he sits up, signaling that he didn’t think he was finished just yet. As if to prove it, an agitated hitch escapes from him and he tenses up again, but this time he remains frozen. Shallow breaths escape him as he tries to coax the sneeze out the best way he knew how.

“Blow your nose.” You say, sliding the box of tissues onto his desk. “That might help.” He slowly nods and breaks out of his own trance with a wet sniffle as he grabs a few tissues.

“Da’bit! By dose i-is soohh--hHih...!” He pauses, glassy eyes staring blankly and expectantly. “S... so t-ti-- G’EHSSCSSH’oofm!!! Hih...’yiEGSSSCHOohfm!! T-ti’gly, guhh.” You watch his scarf bounce with each sneeze as he dove forward, nearly slamming his head against his keyboard, sneezing openly and letting his scarf do the covering. He groans from discomfort and exhaustion into his scarf as he prepares to blow his nose. You bless him, along with a few less employees this time, but he gives you a fatigued smile in thanks after a handful of coughs and well needed nose blows.

“Feel better now?” You ask with a wry smile, eyes fixated on his disheveled hair. He glares at you with the look of ‘Are you kidding me?’

“Hell no! Feel like a pile of horse shit.” As if to confirm it, he openly releases a few dry coughs, being lucky that his scarf was wrapped around his neck to catch them.

“Well fix your hair, at least. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that’s what I’m looking at on the top of your head.”

“... Fuck you, asshole.” He mutters through a short chuckle as he runs a hand through his dark locks. “Happy now? Jeez.”

You give him a light chuckle and nod, knowing that the both of you were just joking around and finding light in the situation. Shortly after, you hear him release a long sigh, and you can tell that he truly is feeling horrible underneath the smiles and jokes. He needed to get home and rest before this turned into something worse than it already had.

A few more hours pass, and you’re a little over halfway through your work day. You can tell that he was sounding worse and worse by the hour. He was sneezing and coughing a lot more than when he had first arrived, and they were sounding more forceful and powerful now, like they were tearing right out of him without an option. He had to cough after each sneeze now, seeing how they scrapped the back of his throat, making it more sore each time. You’ve been noticing that every time he coughs and sneezes, he has to chase it down with a wince from the pain in his throat, and he despises doing so because he knows he’ll be in pain every time it happens.

Every once in a while, you’d take a peek at him from the side of your monitor to check on him. He looked ‘out of it’ each time you leaned your head over. His scarf was no longer covering his mouth, allowing you to see the moistness of his upper lip and the light flush all over his feverish cheeks. He looked like a zombie if you’d ever seen one. He was somewhat slumped, glassy eyes lifelessly staring at his monitor,

“HH’AAHGTSSSCH!!”

You jolt in your seat from the twentieth sneeze, it felt like. Who knows, you had stopped counting. His chesty coughs make even you clear your throat in discomfort. Before you can even attempt to bless him, he’s already leaned back in his seat, head tilted upward towards the ceiling with a few dry hitches in their wake.

“HhUH-Uh... Ahh... Hh’AAHGSSCHSHIIH!!”

You watch him jerk forward and lazily aim the sneeze into his own lap, dazed at the light mist escaping from his mouth that gently coated his desk and computer keyboard. His scarf had gradually fallen down from his mouth throughout the workday, so you weren’t surprised that his scarf wasn’t there to catch his sneezes anymore. He coughs again, barely catching it into a cupped fist with furrowed brows, indicating this clear discomfort. At this point, you feel like you've had enough and that it was time to pull the plug. You send your boss an email, informing him that you will be leaving early to take your sick companion home.

Surprisingly, the drive to your house is enjoyable. He explains to you that he was already debating on going home before they had left. He admits that he didn't want to leave you alone at work and that he would've pushed through long enough until work was over, but he was definitely happy that he didn't have to be in that hellhole any longer. You give a relieved chuckle, feeling warm inside from how thoughtful he was, even though this cold was clearly kicking his ass.

You arrive at your house and he doesn't fight you when you tell him to lean up against you so that you can escort him onto the couch. Once his sits down, you help him remove his coat and scarf, allowing him to get completely comfortable.

"Thagks for letti'g be crash here for the dight." He croaks, releasing a chesty cough over his shoulder. You can tell that the cold winter air has played a huge role as the catalyst that broke the dam in his sinuses, seeing how his nose was already starting to leak like a faucet and the congestion was present in his speech.

"Don't worry about it." You brush off his thanks since you feel that it wasn't necessary. You two were close friends; it was obvious that he would've done the same for you. "Just let me know if you need anything. I'll be here."

He nods and gives you a comforting smile before he lies down, ready to retire for the night. You figured that he wasn't ready for you to play doctor just yet, seeing how his eyes were already closed and a faint snore was beginning to develop. He must've been very tired, you think to yourself before grabbing a fresh blanket from the closet and draping it over his exhausted body.

It had been about an hour since he had fallen asleep. You were happy. Happy that he was even at your house in the first place. You'd occasionally walk into the front room and loom over the couch to check up on him, but he seemed fine for the time being, so you had decided to seize the opportunity to catch up on your reading. You couldn't even finish a single chapter before a loud sneeze echos all the way into your bedroom. The surprising loudness of the sneeze makes you jolt up and you return into the living room, only to catch him in the middle of another sneeze.

"HH'AAGTSSCHIISH!!!"

Using both hands to hold onto the couch as he dips forward, he allows himself to openly release the loud sneeze and it's aimed at the floor. A light mist of sick disperses into the air, coating his legs and a little bit of the carpet beneath him. A light cough escapes him before a struggling hitch forces him upright, only for him to snap at the waist once again, head nearly hitting his own knees.

"HhUhn... 'EEGSSCHHIUUH!!!"

You watch the new batch of mist fade away just as fast as it had come, as he slowly sits back up after a bout of coughing openly onto the thigh portion of his jeans, only for him to turn into a sniffly mess. He barely even notices you through his rapid rabbit-like sniffles as you grab a seat in the lounge chair beside him with a box of tissues in hand.

"F-fuhgk dihhs dahb c-co'd--hhUH!!" He barely manages to say before he abruptly takes in an airy hitch that irritates his throat and forces a mutated cough-sneeze to tear out of him and spew onto the coffee table this time. He freezes still bent over for a moment, hazy eyes staring blankly in front of him, trying to determine whether or not it was safe to relax or to tense up again for another sneeze.

He was like an adult child, needing his mother to aid and care for him in your eyes. You watched as he sat there lifelessly, as if he had mentally checked out and was just a sitting corpse. His nose was way beyond leaking at this point now. The sick that had been piling up on his upper lip was now becoming overcrowded and was forced to drip down to his actual lips and chin. You were afraid that if he sneezed again, it would be a whole lot more than just mist that would fly out of his body. His body flinches from the muted hitch and you take this as your cue to prepare for the worst.

"Haaahh-hihh..."

He hitches again, audibly this time, as you quickly grab three more tissues. You jumble them up in your hand, not certain of if you would have enough time to properly lay them on top of each other. Almost instantly, you shove the handful of tissues over his mouth and nose, just in time as he dips forward, muffling the forceful double into your palm.

"Hh'aAHHSSChmf-'EGSSChmff!!!"

You flinch as a reflex from the sudden movement, but maintain your hold on the tissues as you feel the rush of warm air and slight dampness that cuts through the barrier of tissues. He stays bent over, keeping his head buried into your handful of tissues, trying to recover from the sneezes before coughing abruptly into them.

Your heart starts racing as you realize what you had done. What was he going to think about this? Would he think that you're weird or crazy for catching his sneezes like that? Your mind tells you to instantly pull your hand away and to apologize, but before you can even make a move, he sluggishly grabs the tissues from your hand and gurgles into them a few good times before muttering a congested 'thagks' through the soggy tissues. You swallow down the dry lump in your throat before explaining to him that you noticed how runny his nose was and figured he could use a little help. Surprisingly, he didn't think much of it.

"Dhis is why I hate co'ds." He grunts thickly as he rubs a knuckle underneath his now red-rimmed nostrils. "I ged so s-sdeezy a'd I... Hhuh...I c-caah'd... Hehh..." He stops mid sentence, breath gently hitching against his will. His body freezes completely for a moment, waiting. Waiting. Waiting, until... --Gah, nothing. "Shid. Losd id." He congestedly cursed, snuffling thickly into the palm of his hand.

You hand him a few more tissues, hoping this would help clear up some of his congestion. Whether he wanted you to or not, you felt it was time to play doctor and give him the aid he deserved. You vanish into the bathroom to retrieve the proper medicine and a handful of cough drops for him. As soon as you return, he scarfs down the syrup without hesitation, desperate for some type of relief to his madness. You can see that he looks overly exhausted and that he was already ready to go back to bed, but you force him awake and say that he needs to at least drink a cup of hot tea to sooth his throat before he goes down for the night. With little fuss, he agrees, nearly scarfing the mug of tea down as well so that he could instantly fall asleep right after.

The past couple of days had been hard on both of you. If you can recall, you think you've only had 10 hours of sleep in total the last couple days. It was hard to get the proper sleep without getting woken up by a cough, sneeze or simply him asking for his aid. You couldn't sleep during the day either, seeing how deep down inside you felt that it was your duty to stay awake, just in case he needed you, you wanted to be there.

Your days were exhausting as well because you hadn't realized how unsanitary and messy he was. He couldn't help it though, right? He was too sick and miserable to care about being sanitary and whatnot. You found yourself always picking up used balled up tissues, throwing away empty tissue boxes, wiping down counters and tables that had been sneezed or coughed on, cooking and making tea; Just thinking about it all made your head spin. Maybe you were in way over your head? All you wanted to do was take a day off and sleep.

"Huh'kish!"

Apparently your body was in agreement as well. The sudden sneeze catches you off guard and jerks you forward slightly, forcing you to release an open sneeze. You blink a couple times before quickly raising a cupped hand to catch the next 'Kissch!' that makes you flinch, followed by another 'ISSCh!' in it's wake. The last sneeze was a bit louder than the last two, and you're sure that he heard it.

"Bless." He barely croaks. His voice is gruff and an octave deeper than you last remembered. You could hear how thick his congestion was just by that one word. "Did I ged you sigk?" You wince, wishing that he would just stop talking and save his voice because you could barely understand him through the thick wall of congestion and dry, airy sound of his voice.

"No. No! It's fine-- I'm fine." You say, frazzled. Even if he did get you sick, you didn't want him to worry about you being sick. He didn't need to worry about anything. All he needed to do was get better. That's his only job. If anything, he needed more attention than you right now anyway.

"Bull. Shid. I 'dow you. You odly sdeeze whed you ged sigk." You pause for a moment. He was right, but you didn't want him to know that.

"Well, even if I am sick, you need more attention than I do right now." You imply, trying your hardest to bite back the itch in your throat. It had been a long time since you were last sick, and everytime you do get sick, its like a new experience since you rarely get sick.

"You've helb'd be edough. Go... G-go gehh... Hhehh..." The hitch slides out of him, as he's used to it by now. He was tired of always feeling the need to sneeze but have some sort of roulette everytime it was actually time for him to sneeze. He never knew if he were actually going to sneeze until the build up actually finished, so why bother stopping everything when it could be a possible let down, anyway? "G-ged sobe rehh-hhUH...!"

"HIH'KSch! 'KSht...! Ih'Kshn!" You miss the first sneeze, but you're able to catch the last two with back of your hand, having a quick twitch with each sneeze. You grab a few tissues for yourself this time, trying to expel whatever irritant that's aggravating your sinuses out.

"B-blehhss--hHAh..! HH'AAGHSSCHII!!"

He tries his best to bless you but gets interrupted by his own forceful sneeze that sends him dipping forward, releasing a heavy mist onto the coffee table. He can't even collect himself before he's starts hitching again. You don't even care anymore at his point, seeing how the damage had already been done. You both were in it together now.

"Hhaah... AahHh... hh-hHaAh..!"

He's leaned back deep into the couch now, head tilted all the way up with his jaw absently slacked all the way open. You knew this must've been torture for him. It seemed like everytime he needed to sneeze it was a battle.

"Hhih... HheHH--!" He waits, feeling the itch tickle his nostrils to no end. Silence. "Shid! Id a-always geh'SSCHOo-'Gsscho!!" Instantly he coughs, openly at the floor, trying his hardest to recover from the surprising double.

You finally decide to sit beside him, seeing how there was no point in trying to avoid the inevitable, and you'd rather be next to someone feeling the same way as you. You know what they say, misery loves company.

You grab the box of tissues and offer him some, and he grabs a few, before taking a few for yourself. You never knew when you were going to need them, but it felt comforting to have them in your hand at the ready. After he finishes blowing his nose and tossing the used tissues aside, he lies down on the couch, placing his legs behind your back and leaving room for you to join him you choose to. And of course, you knowingly decide to cuddle up against him so that you both could fit on the couch together. It was definitely a tight squeeze, but you were assuming he was using this as an excuse to wrap his arms around you so that you didn't slide off of the couch and to provide more room for you. You smile, being happy to be so close to him and have him embrace you. You felt safe, warm and protected. The perfect environment for you to slowly doze off. Oddly enough, you fall asleep first and he uses this opportunity to rest his chin in your hair and kiss you goodnight.

The end. :))

#I still finished it!#Screw you tumblr drafts!#these are random characters lel #but they still kinda cute tho xd #im too tired to proofread this hehehehe #sneeze #sneezefic #snez #snz #sick #sickfic #cold #male

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Danganronpa V3 Commentary: Part 2.1

Be aware that this is not a blind playthrough! This will contain spoilers for the entire game, regardless of the part of the game I’m commenting on. A major focus of this commentary is to talk about all of the hints and foreshadowing of events that are going to happen and facts that are going to be revealed in the future of the story. It is emphatically not intended for someone experiencing the game for their first time.

Last time, Everyone Felt Bad as we finished up chapter 1. Kaede was brave and selfless in the face of death, Shuichi took up her wish but not without plenty of suffering and blaming himself, and Kaito finally came into actual narrative focus (as opposed to the focus I’ve been giving him anyway despite him being mostly in the background) as he began to reach out and help Shuichi after a brief false start caused by his own pain and suffering.

And now for chapter 2, which means lots more Kaito, and maybe somewhat less pain and suffering. But only somewhat.

So this scene of the fake funeral that this chapter begins with is… strange, in a few ways. First of all, who’s actually seeing this? Is this something that’s being shown to the in-universe audience as a hint to the overarching “story”? It shouldn’t really be shown only to us, the out-universe audience, because from our point of view, it’s fake anyway. Aside from that, why not show all sixteen portraits like there should be instead of just Kaede? It’s already heavily implied enough that all sixteen of them are meant to be there. And if they only want to show the currently-dead students for some reason, why isn’t Rantaro there too? There’s no reason for that that I can see.

A Thin Line Divides Heaven And Hell

…I’m honestly not sure which part of the story of this chapter this title is meant to be referring to. The notion of hell more brings to mind what Alter Ego Gonta says much later about both the inside and the outside worlds.

Maybe it’s actually trying to reference Kirumi’s execution? I’ll talk about what that has to do with hell when we get to it.

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As a Pokémon person, I totally read this as “horsea” when I first saw it.

*ding-dong!* *ding-do-ding-do-ding-do-ding-do-ding-dong!*

I love Kaito’s doorbell habits. It’s so him to keep impatiently pressing it until he gets an answer instead of just waiting like a sensible person. And it proves useful for identifying when it’s Kaito at your door before you even open it.

Don’t think too hard about the hidden Monokumas from chapter 1 that are on Shuichi’s shelves. Kaede never had shelves for them. Did they just teleport into Shuichi’s room when she found them and he was left wondering where the hell they came from?

Shuichi: “Ah… do you… need something?”

Kaito: “Well, yeah! Food! I was gonna eat breakfast with everyone in the dining hall, but you weren’t there… That’s why I came to get you.”

Kaito acts like this is simply about how he doesn’t want to start breakfast without everyone there, but really there’s more to it than that. He’s concerned about Shuichi in particular, after what happened yesterday, and upon seeing that he’s still holing himself up in his room rather than facing everyone, Kaito took it upon himself to reach out to him. This is already the beginnings of how supportive Kaito is going to be to Shuichi throughout this chapter and the rest of the game.

Kaito: “A-Are you serious? If you don’t have breakfast, then what do you eat in the morning?”

Shuichi: “Um…?”

I love how awkward and hesitant and bewildered by Kaito’s forwardness Shuichi is being.

Also note how Shuichi’s portrait is not being shown yet in this conversation, so that they can save the no-hat reveal for a little later. Anyone who’s played enough of the other Danganronpas is probably so used to not seeing the protagonist’s face that they might not even notice this and find it suspicious.

Huh. Turns out that in the mugshots you get if you bring up the backlog, it shows Shuichi with his hat on, even though he shouldn’t be wearing it.

Shuichi: (I don’t need that anymore…)

Still, props to Shuichi, despite that he’s been moping around in his room to the point that he apparently didn’t even hear the morning announcement, for still making the conscious choice to leave his hat behind, in his first small step at facing his fears and fulfilling Kaede’s wish.

Kaito: “Oh, right… I was gonna tell you… I-I’m sorry about yesterday… Y’know, for… slugging you like that.”

Exhibit 3 of Kaito’s opinion on apologising: he’s perfectly willing to do it, when he’s accepted that he really did do something wrong. Last night he punched Shuichi not because he genuinely thought it was a good idea, but because he was too upset himself to be thinking clearly and lashed out. Having had some time to clear his head and sleep it off let him realise that that was a mistake and there was no way it was ever going to help in that situation.

Shuichi: “Huh? Ah, that… It’s okay.”

Kaito: “I-I see… Then let’s go.”

He even seems hesitant at Shuichi’s acceptance of the apology, like he thought his actions were bad enough that Shuichi ought to be more upset at him than this.

Enter Shuichi’s Danganronpa Protagonist Hair! Given that Danganronpa seems utterly insistent on having all their protagonists have this hair, it’s a very clever little trick they pulled to give Shuichi a hat in chapter 1 complete with a perfectly in-character reason to no longer want to wear the hat once he becomes the protagonist, so that they could hide it until the twist happens.

Kokichi: “You finally got rid of that emo hat! Is this cuz Kaede died or whatever?”

Have I ever mentioned: Kokichi is a completely uncalled-for asshole sometimes. And by sometimes I mean a lot of the time.

Kaito: “Oh, huh, you’re not wearing your hat. I didn’t even notice.”

I don’t buy this for a second. Kaito is very perceptive when it comes to people, not to mention Shuichi’s whole “wait, let me get my – never mind” moment back in his dorm room. Kaito absolutely noticed the missing hat. He’s just perceptive enough that he realised Shuichi deciding not to wear it was clearly something personal to do with Kaede’s death, and that it would be awkward and uncomfortable for him to bring it up if Shuichi didn’t want to talk about it. He also didn’t want to explain why he didn’t bring it up and in doing so make a point of how considerate he’s being, because this isn’t about him. So instead, he’s taking the simplest way of dealing with things by pretending he didn’t notice it and acting like it’s not a big deal at all.

Kaito: “Anyway, don’t be late anymore, Shuichi. We already decided we’re eating breakfast together.”

Maki: “…You decided that on your own.”

So I know Kokichi was the first one to suggest everyone meet in the dining hall for breakfast back in chapter 1, but that didn’t really stick, what with the time limit making everyone scatter. But apparently Kaito has now been the one to make it a thing again, and this time, it’s going to stick. Of course Kaito would want everyone to keep meeting up like this every morning, to foster a better spirit of cooperation between them and therefore give them all a better chance at fulfilling Kaede’s wish.

Angie: “Keebo and Kokichi seem to be getting along swimmingly.”

No, Angie, what you’re witnessing between them isn’t friendship, it’s bullying. Pretty big difference.

Shuichi: (But we all knew it wasn’t really normal. It was forced conversation. But that’s to be expected. That incident just happened yesterday, after all.)

Barely even yesterday, in fact! Rantaro died around 9pm, and with the investigation and trial taking a few hours each, it’d have been the early hours of the morning by the time it was over. And I can’t imagine anyone was in any state to get decent sleep after that. Then somehow they’re up again pretending to be fine at just after 8am? That’s… some pretty impressive resilience they’re all showing here.

Kaito: “Hm? What’s the matter, Shuichi?”

Look at how much Kaito is paying attention to Shuichi and noticing the slightest sign that something’s wrong.

They talk about the writing in the grass, and…

Kaito: “Well, how about it, Shuichi? Let’s hear the Ultimate Detective’s opinion.”

Here’s Kaito thinking of Shuichi again, trying to help him feel included and that his talent is helpful to everyone.

Gonta: “But… bug so tiny, even Gonta no could see it. And Gonta have 20/0.625 eyesight.”

Can we talk about how Gonta’s eyesight is so ridiculously good and yet he wears glasses? It’s not just something he wears as part of his “character” to look like more of a gentleman, either, since pregame Gonta wore them too, and would obviously also have had equally good eyesight.

Kokichi: “Wooow, Gonta! You did it! I knew I could rely on you since the moment we met!”

Gonta: “What? Really?”

Kokichi: “��Yep! So you should work for me!”

Gonta: “Okay!”

YOU LEAVE GONTA ALONE. Guhh, of course this would work on him; he’s always so desperate to be helpful and is probably so rarely told something like this.

Kokichi: “Nee-heehee… Gonta, you’re so gullible. Y’know, if you keep being this gullible… You’ll be killed before you know it. Understand?”

YES. BECAUSE YOU WILL BE THE ONE TO KILL HIM, ASSHOLE.

(He doesn’t do it directly, but Kokichi does kill Gonta. This is a fact.)

Kokichi: “Has the K-word been banned? S-Sorry… I didn’t know. But that’s not very reasonable, is it? Not when the killing game is still happening.”

I will give Kokichi that he has a reasonable point that pretending everything is fine and nobody got killed is not a particularly helpful way of dealing with things, especially when there’s still the chance it could happen again. Of course, Kokichi is probably saying this because he personally feels much safer when everyone is being open about the possibility of a killing than when everyone’s putting up forced smiles that could be hiding anything behind them.

Kokichi: “…It’s that kinda talk that lets Monokuma play you all like fiddles.”

Shuichi: “What…?”

Kokichi: “Oh, did you hear that? Don’t mind me – I was just talking to myself.”

So you’re not going to help everyone avoid being what you believe is manipulated by Monokuma by explaining what you mean and how he’s doing it, Kokichi? Okay, then, please just continue to be selfish and not care about anyone else.

Tenko: “Himiko, were you a victim of bullying in the past? Is that why your heart is broken and you can’t express real emotions anymore!? Gaaahhh! Use your magic to turn the human rejects who bullied you into misshapen wretches!”

Himiko: “I don’t use my magic for stuff like that. And don’t just make up my backstory.”

Well, Himiko, someone in this room literally did make up your backstory, but it wasn’t Tenko.

And honestly, that seems like it could be a pretty accurate fit for what Himiko’s backstory is. It doesn’t come up in her FTEs, but bullying would explain why she’s so emotionally closed-off. Also, here’s an early sign of Tenko’s concern about how Himiko doesn’t express her emotions! It’s a shame there’s only a little of that in this chapter, but this hint at it is nice.

Tsumugi: “Maybe we need to use these on those mysterious things all over the campus?”

Ryoma: “And what’ll happen when we do?”

Tsumugi: “Umm… I’m not sure.”

Yeah, Tsumugi, you definitely have no idea. And you definitely didn’t suggest using the objects on the things because you were worried that otherwise nobody would figure it out and no new places would open.

Kokichi: “I’ll take the junk, then.”

Kaito: “No, let’s leave this to Shuichi.”

Shuichi: “What? Me?”

Kaito: “You’re the Ultimate Detective, yeah? You should be good at weirdo puzzles like this. So I’m gonna leave it to you!”

This job doesn’t need a detective; anyone would figure out where the things go sooner or later through trial and error, and splitting the job up would make it go faster. What this is is Kaito thinking of Shuichi yet again, trying to make him feel that his talent is useful and that everyone’s relying on him for something, giving him a purpose so he won’t just be aimlessly wandering around not knowing what to do. Kaito is so good. He’s clearly already decided that he’s going to do whatever it takes to get Shuichi back on his feet and able to carry on Kaede’s wish, and practically everything he’s done so far this morning has been in aid of that.

(I mean, yes, it’s also because Shuichi is the player character and the writers want the players to be the ones to do the unlocking, but it is so wonderfully in character for Kaito to do this that it doesn’t feel forced at all.)

Also, it’s a good thing Kokichi didn’t take the stuff, or else we’d probably never see half the new areas.

Checking out the new areas in question, then, starting with Himiko’s lab as it’s the closest.

Himiko: “But my familiar isn’t a dove, it’s a tiger cub.”

Tsumugi: “A tiger cub! It must be so cute! I’m jealous of you, being able to pet something fluffy like that whenever.”

Shuichi: (I’ll admit, even I’m kind of jealous…)

Shuichi is blushing in embarrassment as he thinks this. Apparently Shuichi has a secret soft spot for cats that he doesn’t like to admit to. (Yes, this was clearly an important enough point that I needed to comment on it.)

A large group of people has gathered outside where the second floor corridor will open up, waiting awkwardly for Shuichi to arrive with the thing to open it. Just goes to show that Kaito was not thinking about efficiency when he gave this whole job to Shuichi.

Ryoma: “So you finally decided to raise your head.”

Shuichi: “What?”

Ryoma: “Up till yesterday, you were always walking around staring at your feet, right? Even when you had to look up, you used your hat to block out what you didn’t want to see…”

Ryoma is still very perceptive and good.

Ryoma: “Hmph… sorry for the unsolicited advice.”

No, Ryoma, unsolicited advice is exactly what Shuichi needs right now! Just look at what Kaito’s already started doing.

Gonta is standing close to Kokichi, like he considers Kokichi a closer friend than anyone else already, and it makes me sad.

Maki: “…You look better now. I didn’t think you’d get over Kaede’s death so quickly.”

Shuichi: “…We don’t have time to be standing around.”

Maki: “…How heartless. Guess you two weren’t as close as you looked.”

It’s interesting to me how Maki assumes that if Shuichi doesn’t seem outwardly upset by Kaede’s death, then he must just not care. It’s probably a product of Maki’s own defence mechanisms where she’s got so used to pushing aside the pain of the deaths she causes that she’s convinced herself she doesn’t care at all and is just a heartless monster. Therefore anyone else who doesn’t appear to be upset by someone’s death must also just be heartless and not actually have emotions about that death that they’re hiding, right?

Some of the people who’ve been standing around run off to explore the new floor as soon as Shuichi opens it, but some stay where they were for the time being. For some very strange reason, one of the people who stays is Maki. You’d think she’d be the first one to be checking out the new floors in case her lab is there, especially since, when Shuichi does get to her lab, she’s already inside guarding it. If I were to happen to choose to make a beeline straight for her lab, she shouldn’t have had a chance to get there before Shuichi. Let’s not do that, then.

Kirumi: “Selfless devotion is the principle by which I perform my responsibilities as a maid. I can cast aside my personal feelings for the sake of serving everyone.”

I like how those two bits are bolded because they will be Very Important in this chapter. Though, really, I dunno if Kirumi is actually casting aside her personal feelings. It feels more to me like her personal feelings genuinely are to worry about everyone else before herself, and nothing else.

Shuichi: “I suppose that’s what makes you the Ultimate Maid. Most people wouldn’t do that.”

I dunno, Shuichi; Kaede was also just about that selfless. And maybe there’s two or three more people in this school who are, too.

It would have been really awkward if Shuichi had decided to just turn the Flashback Light on to test out what it does and then only he and Angie got exposed to it.

Shuichi: “Releasing all these bugs in a new world… It’s like that Bible story. Noah’s Ark…”

Here’s a nice little early reference to that. Having the Ultimate Entomologist be here on this supposed Noah’s Ark spaceship is one of the parts of it that makes more sense, since it’d be important to have bugs populate the new world to pollinate all the plants they’ve got growing right now. Though they could also use an Ultimate… Botanist? Horticulturist? Farmer? Something.

Gonta: “Who make this room anyway? Gonta need to say thank you.”

Shuichi: “Ah, um… I suppose it was Monokuma and the Monokubs.”

Gonta: “What? No way… Monokuma? But… no person who likes bug can be bad person. Gonta sad…”

Aww, poor Gonta. He is so pure.

The map really shouldn’t have that baby symbol on Maki’s lab before Shuichi’s even tried to enter it. Either the map symbol is from the Monopad, in which case it shouldn’t be incorrect, or it’s from Shuichi’s mental idea of what each room is, in which case he doesn’t know this one is Maki’s yet.

Maki: “…I did not give you permission to enter.”

Shuichi: “Ah! Maki? So this is the Ultimate Child Caregiver’s lab. …You wouldn’t think so, judging by the door—”

Maki: “You’re right. Goodbye.”

It’s so heartbreaking to see Maki immediately become this closed off now that there’s a chance people might find out her true talent. Just a few minutes ago she was willing to have a conversation with Shuichi about how he’s dealing with Kaede’s death, but now, nothing matters to her next to making sure no-one ever sees inside this room. She’s so terrified of what’ll happen if people learn her secret.

Maki: “If you try to go inside, it would be extremely painful… for you.”

Not convinced this threat is genuine, since Maki specialises in quick and painless deaths. (Well, that and if someone did see inside there’d be no point in trying to stop them anymore.)

Shuichi: (But where exactly is this academy built, anyway? No one has come to save us… it must be someplace remote. But where could you build a complex this large in secret?)

Haha, that’s the trick, isn’t it? It’s not secret at all.

Tenko: “I wouldn’t ever dare to ask why you decided to remove your hat! That’s something that should be kept private between you and Kaede!”

I appreciate Tenko continuing to treat Shuichi like a person. Not that this should be something so unexpected that I should need to comment on it, but.

Still, Tenko bringing it up like this is her awkwardly making an overt point about how considerate she’s being. This is what Kaito was deliberately avoiding when he pretended he hadn’t noticed it at all.

Tenko: “Well then, Shuichi! Lead the way, you lousy degenerate! Shout if you find a trap! But I won’t help you, because you’re a degenerate male!”

…Aaaand that didn’t last long.

The rules get updated to add one about swimming at nighttime, now that we’ve opened up the pool. That’s totally not going to be relevant in the next murder or anything, right. (This appears to be a pattern common with all chapter 2s we’ve seen – a new rule gets added that ends up being relevant to the case.)

The Monokubs at least attempt to handwave why the pool isn’t filled up all the way, but no, that’s clearly also going to be somehow relevant to the murder.

Shuichi, stop reading out the exact size of the pool like that’s also going to end up being relevant. You’re really tempting fate here.

It’s also really weird that the game insists you examine both the windows before leaving. It’s not like that’s information you need to know about before the investigation. Be more subtle, game writers.

Tenko: “Oh, Keebo! Are you a degenerate male or a girl!? Which is it!?”

Keebo: “Good question… I’ve honestly never thought about it before.”

Nonbinary Keebo is nonbinary! Although apparently he doesn’t mind people using “he” to refer to him, presumably because he hasn’t given his pronouns enough thought to care that strongly in any direction.

Kaito: “That weird projection there… I’ve got a feeling you can use that one thing with it! Well, I’ve got no idea how, though!”

Assuming that he’s correctly thinking Shuichi should be using the crank, I don’t know why he has no idea how to use it. What else do you do with a crank? Makes me think he’s just saying that to try and leave the puzzle-solving for Shuichi to do.

Kaito: “But my hunches are usually right! Let’s give it a try!”

Your hunches are usually right when they’re about people, Kaito. When they’re about puzzles and investigations? Not so much, even though this one is.

So we open up the casino, which only really exists for gameplay purposes… but even so, Kaito is in here, making bad decisions.

Kaito: “If I don’t meet his challenge, I’m not a true man!”

More of Kaito’s definition of manliness: not backing down from challenges! Also a very Kaito kind of principle to have, and also nothing specifically related to gender.

Kaito: “Besides, there’s no way my intuition as Luminary of the Stars can be wrong!”

It can if it’s about something purely luck-based, Kaito! No matter how good your intuition is, it will not work on slot machines. Stop.

Shuichi: (And thus began the sad tale of Kaito’s downfall…)

I am way too amused by the way Shuichi phrases this.

Kaito: “This is where I’m gonna have my dramatic comeback! Just you watch!”

As ridiculous and ill-advised as Kaito’s casino shenanigans are, they’re still very him. He’s incredibly reckless, incapable of backing down from challenges, and is the sort of person to invest in narratives about people miraculously coming from behind when the odds are against them. Of course he’d do this.

Monokuma: “Man, I’m glad I built this casino! Watching suckers lose everything is hilarious!”

Except for the part where actually the slots have a positive net payout. So either Kaito just got really, really unlucky, or someone set them up to have a negative net payout specifically when Kaito is using them, just to mess with him. I wouldn’t put that past Monokuma, honestly.

(Or it’s just a case of gameplay and story segregation and the slots don’t really have a positive net payout in-universe. But it’s more fun to imagine the former option.)

All that said, it’s interesting to consider why this scene is here. As I mentioned, the casino basically only exists as a gameplay thing – it doesn’t need to have any relevance to the story. They could have just not had this scene with Kaito in here at all and put him somewhere else during the opening-up-new-areas segment (Ryoma’s lab, or in front of Maki’s, would have been interesting and relevant). So I think this scene might be here because it serves a deeper purpose than you’d think, in terms of the light it paints Kaito in. It shows him furiously trying to succeed at something… and failing spectacularly, because he was being ridiculous and reckless and never should have expected success in the first place. And maybe that could give people the impression that something similar is going to happen to him in the actual killing game – that sooner or later he’s going to try something stupid and get himself killed for it. This scene and the earlier bits in chapter 1, where he almost got himself killed twice due to acting before he thinks and where Monokuma commented on how he’s probably not going to live very long, make it come across like the game’s narrative considers Kaito very expendable. A friend of mine who I watched play through the game came out of this casino scene specifically saying that the scene made her worried for Kaito’s survival, leading her to blitz through all of his free time events in this chapter just in case.

I feel like this is reasonably likely to be a deliberate trick the writers are trying to pull, since obviously Kaito is in fact not expendable and very important to the story, yet he’s the one who is most noticeably being treated this way. At least, I very much spent most of my first time through really caring about Kaito yet in constant terror that he was going to end up the next victim, more than I think it is natural to do even for a Danganronpa character. And it would make sense for the writers to be going for this, if it was all to build up to chapter 5 in which the entire point is to make you believe Kaito is dead when he isn’t.

…Game, what do you mean I need to examine the love hotel and acknowledge its existence to advance the story. It has absolutely no purpose in canon, even more so than the casino. The less said about it, the better.

In the gym, after Monokuma explains the Flashback Light, everybody is generally in accord that it sounds super suspicious and dangerous and they shouldn’t use it. Then…

Kaito: “Alright! Then it’s decided! Let’s use it!”

Tsumugi: “Huh? Who decided that? We were all saying how dangerous it sounds…”

Kaito: “Geez, you guys are way too cautious. I mean, I understand why. We’re in such a weird situation, after all. But… we can’t win by just running away all the time!”

Shuichi: (…What?)

Kaito: “If you want to win, you’ve gotta be a little reckless sometimes. If we can’t face this danger, there’s no way we’ll be able to defeat Monokuma.”

It’s Kaito being his usual reckless self, but in a way that’s well-reasoned and makes a lot of sense (for once). After the ordeal of yesterday, everyone’s freaked out and hesitant to take any kind of action in case something bad happens again, but Kaito knows that if they keep up this attitude they’ll never get anywhere in terms of escaping. He’s doing this now less purely for the sake of the Flashback Light and more to generally try and bring everybody back to a more positive, action-driven mindset, because that’s much more likely to help get them out of here. Kaede would probably have been the one to encourage them to do this if she’d still been around, but since she’s not, Kaito’s stepping up and filling her role in the best way he knows how.

Kiyo: “But you’ve no idea *how* we’re supposed to win, do you?”

Kaito: “Yeah, I’ve got no clue. But still… If you wanna win, you gotta make a stand somewhere or you’ll never move forward.”

He’s also, rarely for Kaito, actually admitting that he has no idea what he’s doing. But at the very least, he’s certain that doing nothing is the wrong choice.

Kaito: “If you still wanna run away, then go ahead. I won’t stop you or blame you.”

And he’s not trying to force them to agree with him or to take the risk if they’re not willing to. He said his bit to inspire them, and he’s hoping it’ll work, but in the end, it’s everyone’s personal choice whether they buy into his words or not.

Kokichi: “Okaaaay, fine. Then, let’s go— …Huh? What’s wrong, everyone? Aren’t we going?”

Kokichi, naturally, still wants to take the coward’s way out and expects everyone else to have not been affected by Kaito’s speech either.

But everyone else agrees with Kaito! He may not be the best at successfully taking action, but Kaito is very good at making a difference with his words.

Keebo: “That’s how I feel, deep inside. Just a whisper—”

Keebo’s inner voice agrees too, apparently. Not surprising that the audience would want them to use Flashback Lights, since they’re probably a series staple at this point.

Kokichi: “I’ll stay, too! So what if it might cause some weird side effects? That’s no big deal!”

This statement really reads to me like he’s going “you’re all idiots for not being worried about the side effects, this is how stupid you sound”, rather than that he genuinely isn’t afraid to stay, which is why I think his earlier desire to leave was the truth rather than this. He just doesn’t want to be the only one to leave because that’d make it him look like a coward.

Some of the words in the background of the Flashback Light cutscene were shamelessly taken from the one with Kaede – “moonlight” again, and “chatty” – and really shouldn’t be here now.

Shuichi: (A lightning bolt in my mind shattered my consciousness like shrapnel. Like a video in fast-forward, scenes played out in the back of my head. When the pieces of my psyche had gathered together again…)

I really like this description of what it feels like. It does a great job of subtly hinting at what’s really going on – their memories are straight-up being rewritten; of course it would probably break their consciousness for a little while as it’s happening. And I can really get the sense that, if a more extreme version of this happened, you literally could rewrite an entire person from scratch.

Shuichi: (If I didn’t do what I did, I would have been captured, a fate worse than death.)

…Actually, no? The “fate worse than death” should be getting forced to participate in the Gofer Project and live on while the rest of humanity went extinct. The Ultimate Hunt was opposing the Gofer Project and trying to kill them, which surely would have been what they’d want?

The whole “backstory” is honestly pretty flimsy and full of inconsistencies when you think about it for too long, but perhaps that’s the whole point.

At least with the information we have up to this point, the idea that the “fate worse than death” they were running from is this very killing game makes sense as a theory. And more importantly, it justifies why they would have started off with no memory of their talents, to give an alternate plausible explanation to the first part of the prologue.

Kiyo: “But if you truly wish to hear his words, I could perform a seance for you.”

Kiyo, I don’t know why you care about that, you don’t yet have the means to murder someone during one.

Kaito: “S-Stop it! Don’t bring up weird stuff like that!”

And of course Kaito Does Not Approve of anyone mentioning seances, heh.

Maki: “What connection do you have with the Ultimate Hunt?”

Monokuma: “Puhuhu… I can’t reveal that.”

Can’t reveal it, or the writers just haven’t actually decided yet? Given that the full reveal about the “story” ends up mostly being them going “sure, let’s go with that” about Kokichi’s educated guess and then adding in some Hope’s Peak stuff, it seems to me like the writers are trying to keep things flexible.

Kaito: “We just gotta work together. If we cooperate, we’ll make it out of here alive. Just like a certain someone said…”

Kaito is doing his bit to carry on Kaede’s wish!

Keebo: “But I believe cooperating with each other is the most logical course of action—”

Kokichi: *snore* “I’m snooooring!”

But of course Kokichi can’t be having any of this bullshit talk about cooperating, right.

Kokichi: “We don’t have to work together, though.”

But why on earth wouldn’t we want to? Only someone who is irrationally convinced that cooperation is an idiotic choice no matter the circumstances would say something like that.

Kokichi: “We’re gonna ask the mastermind among us.”

Shuichi: “…What?”

Miu: “A-Are you already goin’ senile? I thought we agreed that there is no mastermind?”

Kokichi: “Hm, oh yeah. We did, didn’t we? If we tried to sniff out a mastermind again, we’d just repeat Kaede’s screwup.”

So clearly Kokichi still believes there’s a mastermind – which is quite a logical thing to think, since Shuichi’s reasons for dropping that theory were irrational and driven by his issues. But then Kokichi’s just going to drop it and not try and convince everyone else of that too so that they can stand a chance at finding the mastermind and stopping this game. Because, you know, that’d be helpful.

Kokichi: “Aw, man, you really don’t get it. I’m trying to get this through to everyone… If you keep saying all this uplifting stuff about working together and cooperating… then you can expect to receive some painful retaliation. Get it?”

This is Kokichi being sincere, and when he says “painful retaliation”, he means from Monokuma. Since he’s going to properly spell out his point (for once) a little bit later, I’ll talk about it more then. The short version is that it’s him being a coward, much like he just very nearly was about the Flashback Light.

Kaito: “Argh, that’s enough! I’m gonna slug him!”

Apparently Kaito has had enough of Kokichi getting in the way of everyone’s co-operation and is going to try and get his message across to Kokichi in a more direct way than just words, since words don’t seem to be working on him. But he runs away. Kaito will have to wait until later to punch him.

Ryoma: “It’s like he doesn’t even want to survive.”

Interesting observation from Ryoma! Given Ryoma’s general perceptiveness and the fact that Kokichi does indeed end up orchestrating his own death, this might not be too far from the truth. It seems plausible to me that Kokichi could have essentially fallen into despair and given up on his own survival from the moment he found himself in this killing game. He knows that if he tries to escape by committing a murder he’ll definitely get caught and executed because that’s how the game is designed, and his massive trust issues would make him convinced that any attempt to work together to escape without killing anyone will obviously fail because people will always betray each other, and if he’s not careful then someone might even stab him in the back and murder him. It takes a hell of a person to even consider formulating a plan that revolves around their own death, but it would be a lot easier for such a thing to occur to him in the first place if he was already convinced he wasn’t going to survive this anyway.

Of course, Ryoma doesn’t plan on surviving either and says as much.

Kaito: “Yeah, but the Ultimate Tennis Pro shouldn’t be saying such cowardly stuff…”

And here’s Kaito’s issues with Ryoma beginning to show. Note how he’s not disapproving of the thought of someone being a “coward” in general (remember earlier when he told everyone he wouldn’t mind if they wanted to walk away from using the Flashback Light). It’s specifically because it’s Ryoma that it bothers him. And he refers to Ryoma with his Ultimate title, like it’s less about Ryoma himself and more about the expectation that Kaito has for the person with that title, even though most people wouldn’t expect a skilled tennis player to be more or less emotionally resilient than someone with any other talent.

And then there’s the bonus scene with Tenko. Although honestly this one seems to be mostly an excuse for fanservice, albeit at least a much less thinly-veiled excuse than that other scene I could mention, so I don’t have much to say about it. I guess it also does exist to show a bit more of Kirumi, since she’s going to die this chapter.

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To Nobel Michel (unwillingly)

Nobel Michel: a thousand year old kingdom whose concentration of power made it the crown jewel of the Western Continent. Its castle happened to be the very rendezvous point where the 6-kingdom alliance had been forged, not by choice, but out of necessity. Once, the land making up Nobel Michel radiated a magnetic field only dragons, now known as manaketes, could live in. Humans fell prey to an illness if they set foot within its borders. First nausea, then paralysis, collapse, and finally a slow death. At least, that was how most second-hand accounts described it. No one dared set foot in the land of dragons, no one but the first monarch of Nobel Michel.

Philip, Dres Van, Charles, Altaria, Liberty, and Oriens all told variations of the story, each laying claim as to Nobel’s origins, but every variation on the story converged when it came to his relationship with the divine dragon Nagi. Nagi often traversed the borderlands of what would become Nobel Michel, always spying on humans brave enough to approach it. At the time, the field was visible to humans - illuminated by the manaketes as both a warning and gift to avoid conflict. Whether it had been out of pity for such frail creatures or genuine curiosity as to how humans could fare over centuries, no one knows.

Nagi belonged to a sect of manaketes eager to study the lives of humans, and like most of her group, sought to concentrate her powers into a tangible form so she could take on the body of a human. They are – were...the only group of dragons known well enough by humans. Most magic users today owe their arcane knowledge from this group. As for the rest of dragon society, they remained as dark as the ocean depths. To us, these beings lived long enough, resisted most forms of assault, and held wisdom well beyond the days of the gurus. They were practically gods in the flesh walking alongside humanity. Some resisted being termed deities, but others ate up the title eagerly. Too eagerly, perhaps...

“Sis~! C’mon, you’re spacing out again!”

“Eh?”

“Look, even Cornelius is worried about you!”

Two sets of watery, concerned eyes bore into my own. Ah, right…

We had been coerced into staying two weeks at Nobel Michel in exchange for the prize money from the annual coliseum tournament held in Nobel Michel’s capital, to be split in half between myself and a man known as Sir Yakov. We had both made it into the finals, but our match went interrupted halfway. Someone, or some group, had enchanted the bones of a long-dead manakete and several wyverns. Elder magic, no doubt. Neither light nor anima have the ability to reanimate and control organic material.

Thanks to that interference not only was I forced to into a corner where I had to sacrifice my hood to keep their Royal Highnesses alive, my entire identity went exposed to the public in San Iris Coliseum. Two years as a sellsword building up a reputation, two years spent gathering funds as a traveling coliseum fighter, two years volleying letters back and forth between supporters of his late majesty in Shaharazal and abroad, two Nagi-forsaken years I hoped would continue so crown prince Saladin could continue to grow and gather strength to take back Shaharazal from the vacuum of aristocratic squabbling that it had become in our absence. All that effort, destroyed in an instant.

“Sis...”

I don’t know if his late siblings nor parents could ever forgive me for my failure as court tactician.

“Sis, are you okay?”

For letting Din fall into this situation.

“Sis.”

If I had only…

“Sis!”

“SQUARK!”

Guhhh...I did it again.

“Sis...your brow’s creased again.”

Din visibly pouted, with Cornelius’ feathered mane mimicking his irritation. Trying to steady my strained head, ears still ringing from our mount’s irate call, I heeded their insistence.

“My apologies, Din.”

I gave a weak smile. No more deafening myself to our present situation.

Which also meant-

“Oooh, your griffon’s feathers look so shiny! It suits you and Din! Oh yeah, hi Din!”

Frantic waving came from the carriage in front of us, latching from a rich brown mop of hair.

My face scrunched slightly. Din on the other hand…

“Hee hee, thanks Roberto! And don’t worry about sis, she’s like Cornelius.”

“Din, eyes forward.”

“Like you have any authority on that!”

“Guhh...”

The Prince of Altaria gave out a sunny smile in response.

“Loosen up, Miss Green! Or you might fall to the disease my poor butler suffers from.”

“Precaution isn’t a disease, Prince Roberto.”

Another arm, immaculately clothed in warm granite shades, served to stifle the prince’s enthusiastic one.

“Now sit back down properly while we make our way to Nobel Michel castle, lest you force me to do so for you.”

“Trapped again...”

I could almost feel sympathy for how the prince’s arm wilted in his butler’s grip.

“Until we meet again, my heroic Miss Green, Sir Din.”

“...”

“Sorry for the trouble, Prince Roberto!”

I sighed, muttering under my breath.

“Don’t grant such titles...I just did what I could at the time...”

“? You’re still so weird, Sis.”

“Am I now?”

That earned a light punch to the arm from him.

“Yeah. We get two weeks at a castle cost-free, waited hand and foot by people, and we can scout out the place if we want~!”

As he continued, his voiced laced itself in a mocking dour tone.

“And yet here you are, lost in thoughts, moaning about how we found ourselves in this situation. Didn’t you tell me before and I quote: ‘Din, you should endeavor to seek any opportunities on and off the battlefield as a tactician to ensure the best outcome?’ Well, we have one now!”

Blink, blink, flutter.

He’s right.

And I found myself blooming with pride at his sharp memory, another smile gracing its way onto my lips.

“Heh, you really are shaping up to be a tactician anyone can rely on, Din. Thank you.”

Saucers dabbed with amber greeted my eyes.

Have I neglected to tell him how far he’s come in his studies?

Oh…

“You mean it?”

“! Yes, Din. You’ve done wonderfully. When we get to Nobel Michel castle, how about we play a round so I point out how much you improved?”

Din grinned in return.

“You bet! I’ll make sure to beat you this time too!”

That earned him a laugh.

“You’re on. And don’t think I’ll give my title as Shaharazal’s War Scorpion away so easily.”

“Croooo~”

Both carriages in front and behind became privy to Cornelius’ stretched out wingspan.

“Tired, old boy?”

I started to reach into one of his saddle bags for a fresh carrot when a soft voice gently coaxed itself into my ears.

“My, what a lovely display of feathers. It’s as though the sun itself kissed each quill and spun its golden rays into every plume. And to think, a Valkyrie graces this steed, sent from the heavens to protect all of us when someone sought to end us back in San Iris. Why-”

The young man’s description became more and more lacquered in absurdity, as my face revolted in turn, making me feel slightly feverish.

This was going to be a long day.

#BMP FE AU #I was getting sick of working on the same drawing for about a week now #but at least the lineart's finished #Hopefully I can finish it by Wednesday #And move on to the next prince #In the mean tine I may as well avoid losing all my prompts by writing or jotting down notes #Also yeah I'm sorry if Roberto Alberto or Edward sound OOC #My consistency is as solid as butter on a summer's day

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