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[random-idiot-writer]

Nagito x Reader

Disclaimer: This is probably an innacurate description of his disease, but for the sake of angst, here I am.

Wilting Snowdrop

You sit by nagito's bedside, your palm placed on top of his frail hand as he lays in the hospital bed, unconscious. His breathing was uneven, and you could feel death seeping into every breath he took. If not for the , one would mistake him as peacefully sleeping.

You were engrossed in the many memories you had shared with him. The sight of his delicate body stretched out on the bed is so pale and thin compared to the Nagito you had met on Jabberwock Island. When the two of you got out of the NEO world program, the precious time you spent with him seemed seemed so brief, before you found out about the horrible truth he had kept from everyone in your class.

His condition.

Nagito, the Ultimate Lucky Student, has Frontotemporal Dementia and Lymphoma, with only his crazy luck keeping him alive every moment he was with you. Yet, he has somehow managed to keep all of this hidden from the other students, including you. You, the one you thought he trusted most. You, the one who he loved so dearly. You, the only person who comvinced him that he was worthy to date.

There was always something wrong with his behavior and the raspy voice, yet nobody realized they were all symptoms pointing to these diseases he had, until he collapsed that day. You remember being so panicked as he had his seizure, and so horrified over the display before you. You were still in shock, since that terrifying event took place.

After the amount of time you spent by his side, you were sure he only kept this truth from you due to the fact that he did not want the ultimates he worshipped so much to spend their precious time worrying over his well-being.

You drew in an unsteady breath.

You could never manage to help convince him that he was not a worthless individual. And now that he's stuck in a state of coma, you will never, ever, be able to convince him that he wasn't trash. You would never be able to see his beautiful smile again. You would never be able to hear him call you "My Hope" again.

You sat there in this quiet room, the only noise was his wheezing, as his body rose and fell in a disoriented pattern. The once beautiful and talkative Nagito that flourished and bloomed full of life was no more, laying down on the colorless hospital bed, his messy and soft hair spread over the cushion his head rested on. His pale, emerald eyes were now forever latched shut. The beautiful, fragile flower he once was, had withering away, just as quickly, clinging to the last ounce of life he had.

Wallowing in your regrets, you had not noticed the stream of tears rolling down your cheeks. You futilely rubbed your eyes, yet the tears continued to spill down your cheeks, before you slowly descended into a sob. The feeling of tears felt so nice against your skin as you ket your emotions out. You cried over your lucky boyfriend, who was on the verge of death. You cried over the fleeting time you spent dating with him, wishing there was more. You cried over the guilt that you had not noticed his disease any sooner.

You cried and cried, even for the most insignificant things. You wailed, with your head hanging over Nagito's bed, your tears dampening the white sheets laying over him. You let the emotions you didnt know you were hidding, spill out, crying your heart out. You didnt want him to die, you didnt want to lose him, and yet despite all that, he slipped through your grasp before you even knew it.

The man you loved rested on the hospital bed, wilting away.

Symbolism in the title: the wilting symbolized his death, as his once beautiful self wilted away as life went on. Snowdrops were flowers that symbolizes hope, as nagito aspires to be. It also symbolizes bad luck and death in Victorian homes, just as Nagito, although the ultimate lucky student, has also hada fair share of unlucky coincidences. Death being the disease that his unluckiness has brought.

[random-idiot-writer]

Kokichi's backstory

These are all headcanons honestly but i wanted to put things together

Kokichi was a shy and timid, small child. He never had the advantage of height and was always deemed shorter than his peers. Due to those factors, he gained many bullies at the school he went to. Not only was his body more petite in comparison to everyone else's, but kokochi also lacked the confidence and social skills to tell anyone, making him the prime target.

Yet at home, Kokochi knew how to act perfectly fine. He put on a mask of happiness and childishness at home, and knew how to control himself and his expressions.

Kokichi had always lied about everything at school being well. His parents favored his older brother very much, from the way he had amazing grades, to the way his appearance was careful manners torwards everyone. His parents held many expectations of his brother, and needless to say, the two siblings were nothing alike. Bad grades, a sloppy appearance, kokichi was the opposite of his brother.

His brother was the perfect child. Kokichi was the dissapointment.

Yet kokichi hand never minded that fact, because despite everything, he and his brother's relationship had remained close, and he held a deep admiration for his older sibling. He didn't want to cause anyone troubke by mentioning the bullying at school, so he lied about his bullies to everyone.

His brother was always studying for his grades at home whenever he could, sometimes under the order of his parents. Yet not once had kokichi seen his brother unhappy about his situation, or show any signs of disobedience torwards his parents. His mannerism alwys remained completely composed. He had little free time, but kokichi always treasured every last moment they spent together while his brother was free. He could act as himself with his brother, and they knew each other the best.

Sometimes when having nightmares, he would sneak in his brother's room and snuggle with him under his blanket. His brother locked the room, knowing kokichi had the ability to pick locks. Both of them never told their parents about their midnight talks. His brother was one of his only sources of comfort.

In his scarce free time, kokichi would notice that his brother disapears from the house for a few hours. This dissapearance became more frequent, and the hours spent took longer. Kokichi decided that he would follow his brother next time, out of curiosity of what he was up to.

The revelation hit kokochi like a truck. His brother was secretly in a small gang that was pretty well known in the area as "DICE". The gang consists of several orphans and were extremely strict in that manner. His brother was one of them. kokochi watched them converse, using slangs and swear words. He watched as his brother gulped down alchohol and laughed at vulgar jokes. He was using a fake name, and lying about being a single child orphan like the rest them.

So this was his brother. Well, it was only natural that someone with so much pressure would be seeking escape from their harsh reality.

Yet kokichi could not help but feel a sense of dissapointemnt in his chest. His admiration for his brother wlowly dissapated as he watched his brother's other personality.

The truth.

This was the part of his brother that he hid from kokichi underneath the facade of etiquette. This was the truth underneath his brother's lies. Kokichi wished he had not discovered the truth, that he could have led to believe his charming and perfect older brother, his model, his inspiration.

He knew that it had all changed. He couldnt hold on to his beliefs anymore, and knew he had to face the cold, harsh reality of his brother.

It was ironic. His brother was lying to everyone about his personality to keep his life, while kokichi was lying about his life to keep his personality. Although brothers, they were so similar despite their many differences. Well, they were siblings afterall.

Kokichi was so fixated on his brother that he had not notice one of the other members creeping up from behind. The member pulled on kokochi's hair unsuspectingly, and dragged kokichi to the gang as kokichi tried to pull free frpm that member's grasp futilely.

As kokichi was brought in closer, his pale, purple hued eyes met his brother's, and both of their eyes exchanged several anxious messages within that wuick glance. His brother' expression was equivalent to a shocked, horrified expression, while kokichi was sure that he could not help but portray a terrified, anxious one. But another member broke that contact between them before they had the chance to exchange words.

"Wow, whos this little guy?" She jeered at him.

This felt exactky like it had in school. Where everyone taller had picked on him because of his small frame. He felt like a small, powerless sheep in the territory of lions. Kokichi was, of course, terrified. Yet he could not let that fear show on his face. Not now.

He was best at controlling his emotions, afterall. It was one of the only things kokichi could do right. He calmed his nerves as he put on yet another performance.

"Kokichi Ouma's my name! And if you couldnt tell, I'm his brother."

The brother he was too ashamed to be honest about.

His brother always expressed to kokichi that he was proud of him no matter what, and would always be with him, even if their parents werent. He had always told kokichi that he would never be ashamed of him, and that he wasnt a dissapointment. His brother called kokichi his pride and joy, which kokichi still remember and held onto until today,

Well that was obviously a lie too.

Kokichi felt their gaze shift onto the person he was pointing to, who became increasingly horrified as they each turned their heads torwards him. His brother.

It was a taunt, directed torwards his brother. Kokichi's pent up emotions and anger torwards his brother led him to this action, before he realized the gravity of what he just did.

"You lied to us..?"

"Why?!"

Kokichi felt the tension rise as the anger of the members were directed at his brother. And he was the cause of it.

Before he knew it, everything escalated faster than he could react. A fight broke out among the members and he watched his perfect brother get beaten as he had i school. Before he knew it, his fragile and beaten brother was in his arms, and kokichi was handed a gun by one of the members.

"Shoot him and you live."

Those words echoed through his head.

"Only you can get out of here alive. Do it."

He was in a gang. Notorious for their cruelty. That was what they were famous for.

Shakily, kokichi brought the gun to his brother's head.

What else was he supposed to do? They would never let his brother escape, and he would die if he didnt kill his brother.

Kokichi brought his fingers to the trigger. Is this it? He's going to murder his own brother right here at the moment, just to save himself.

No. Kokichi never wanted his outcome. If these were the consequences of his actions, kokichi would much rather bring himself to be the one punished for his own actions. "I-I can't-" kokichi started, before his brother Grabbed his hand with the trigger.

"You're still my pride and joy." His brother gave one last smile before pulling the trigger.

Pink blood splattered all over kokichi as he watched his brother's life fade right before him.

His brother's blood.

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When kokichi arrived back home, it was past midnight. He caught the sight of his parents waiting in front of the doorway. Probably for his brother.

Well, they should be prepared to wait forever.

"WHERE IS HE?!" His mother grasped kokichi's sholder, squeezing it hard.

Ow.

"ANSWER ME!! WHERE IS MY BABY BOY??"

Not here, apperently.

Kokichi couldn't raise his head to face them. He couldn't stand to lie anymore. Not after everything that happened.

But what would his brother's death had been for, then?

His brother wasted his entire life, trying to be perfect. Trying to make their parents happy.

All that time spent for something so insignificant. His brother was reaching for the top when nothing was up there.

"He's dead."

Hesitantly, kokichi brought his eyes up to face his parents. He saw their mortified faces. It was the truth that shocked them the most. The truth ended up harming them more than both pf their lies.

kokichi walked away from his parents after he revealed those words to them. He walked away from his home.

The gang was quite suprised to see kokichi show up there, after finally letting him off. And quite displeased at the fresh memories he brought them too. But it doesnt matter. Kokichi wanted revenge.

Kokichi said he had killed his parents to the gang, which was true. He killed their morality and life ashuman beings after he announced the sudden news. And he never intended on going back to their graves.

He challenged the leader of the gang to a competition of leadership. The knife game. He won the game and became the leader of the gang. The leader of devils. The leader of evil.

After his ruling, he orchestrated many harmless pranks, dialing down the cruelty. The gang became more known as fun jokesters instead. He learned the lives and personalities of each 9 members and they grew closer after their reluctant hatred torwards one another in the beginning, He earned all their trust, and they became the family he always wanted.

The end

[random-idiot-writer]

Nagito's confession

the gender of reader wasnt really mentioned

TW: Self depreacating thoughts, idk a bit of angst

"I.. love you."

The sudden three words hit struck through your heart as soon as they were spoken. You didn't expect a confession from anyone, and much less Nagito.

His thin, tall figure stood there in a moment of silence after his hesitant confession. He was blushing, anxious, afraid, and looked so fragile that he would break upon the lightest touch. His porcelain, pale skin and soft hair emriched in it's beauty as you stare at it, unable to avert your gaze.

Ever since your first glance at his alluring beauty, you have fallen for Nagito as he had, admiring his beauty, yet not having the confidence to speak about it. You never once understood how he spoke such awful phrases about himself when he was, in your eyes, the epitome of perfection.

After realizing the audacity of the words he had spoken aloud, he hastily tried to retract such words in a panick. "I-I'm terribly Y/N! I truly apologize for such insolence for someone such as I to mention such disgusting feelings torwards one of your talent! I did not expect any feelings being returned to my lowly and disgusting being!-"

There he was again, spinning those self deprecating sentences around in a web, trapping himself in it. If only he saw himself the way you had seen him.

He averted his eyes in shame and looked to the floor. "I have spoke out of turn! I understand how impudent and horrible I am for not uttering words without thought behind it!-"

"Nagito.." You started torwards his frail figure, quivering as his own dreadful thoughts swallowed him.

"I-I truly am a lowly condescending creature that insults this race as a human.. I should have treasured what we already had... I-I" Fumbling with his own words now, a flood of tears rolled down his soft cheeks while his eyes refused to meet your own.

"Nagito!" You cupped your hands around his now damp cheeks, and forced his gaze to meet your own. His pale, emerald eyes stared deep within and you both exchanged countless emotions in that close comtact.

"Just shut up and look at me. Not at the floor, or anything else."

His nervous jittering and shrudders slowly dissipated as he focused on the one thing in front of him.

You.

You smiled, knowing his attention shifted from the web of horrible thoughts, before realizing that it was on you. You were his sense of stability at this moment.

Yet, is that fair?

Although you did return his feelings, what would come out of the relationship from you accepting this confession? You would be his solace if you two hard started dating. With these thoughts, he would basically worship every last morsel of your existence, seeing as he already deems you and the other classmates sacrilegious beings on par with what others would view gods as.

No, such a relationship is unhealthy. You having so much power over his thoughts and actions.

To be able to love someone else.. "You must be able to love yourself first." You hadnt noticed that you had finished that sentence aloud.

As soon as he heard those words, Nagito was faced with reality once more. Of course Y/N would not love him back. How imprudent of him to let himself believe that for even a second. A lump formed in his throat. So these feelings of his wont be reciprocated. They never once-

You brushed your thumb across his dampened, soft cheeks, realizing that he was quivering again. In a way, you had rejected him, and though it would be horribly selfish to reassure him when you were the cause of it, you could not help it. "No, it's not that I don't love you back, it's just that this wont be love if you dont love yourself back as much as you love me. We may still be friends of course, Until your confidence is enough to sustain a more healthy relationship." You ment every single word you said, and you knew he could tell as he searched your eyes for any hint of sarcasm.

Content with his searching, he smiled, accepting the outcome. At the start, he was never expecting anything out of this confession apart from finally stating out his buried feelings.

But now, Nagito has a new friend.

And that changed his life forever.

[random-idiot-writer]

kokichi's letter

NB reader

lol angst and de4th

Hello there Y/N!

If you're reading this now, it means im probably dead.

Everything you'll read in this letter, from this point forward, willl be the truths I have been keeping from everyone...

The truths I have been keeping from you.

Now that I'm dead, the secrets of the Ultimate Supreme Leader shall be revealed to you! Rejoice beneath the magnificent words that lay before you!

These will be my last words to you, and my first truths in a long time. Each words contains nothing but pure truth, and that is not a lie. Dissmiss them as a lie if you want, but just know that I myself is telling the truth. For my dying words, instead of lies, these words are true.

The truth is that I've loved you ever since I've laid my eyes upon you.

That single moment we met, I fell for everything about you.

It's selfish of me, isn't it?

To finally reveal my feelings to you after my death, not letting you reciprocate your feelings to me. After rejecting your own confession.

I know. I know that this is awfully selfish of me. You might have been better than to read this and wallow in regret.

Yet I cannot help but write this down. I want to be able to lay out the hidden truth behind these feelings before my death. As unfair as it may seem, I want you to know, for my last words, that I loved you too.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I rejected you even as these feelings of mine opposed my every actions.

But I know that you too, understood that we could not be together

Not in this killing game.

Feelings ment weaknesses. Emotions were a hindrance to my plans. And it would ruin any part of my palns

I said that I wanted to win this killing game.

That's what I kept telling myself, at least.

But the truth was not that.

The truth was..

I rejected your confession because it would harm YOU.

Feelings were a weakness and I could not bear to see someone such as you get hurt because of me.

Die because of me.

That was what i was most afraid of.

Love is not welcomed in this wretched, horrible game.

And yet those feelings grew inside me.

Dear y/n,

I love you.

[random-idiot-writer]

Syu iura headcanons

NB s/o

(THIS GUY OR SERIES IS SO UNDERRATED >w<)

YOU are the only one outside of his family that knows both sides about him

And you are deeply in love with both sides of his personality.

You met him with his family and saw his other personality

it was shocking. "This is the Syu from school? Is it a twin?"

Uh oh, he found out YOU know

but you two dont talk about it and pretend nothing happened for a while

until you confront him

somehow, after that you two start dating

It's weird showing both sides at first, but it feels a bit comforting that someone knows and accepts all of it

the type to suprise hug you from behind.

he loves it when you get flusterd

and he loves jumpscaring you

but he'll comfort you if he ever goes too far ❤️

If you're still mad at him, he would hide it under smiles and laughs

but secretly cry himself to sleep later that day when hes alone.

he'll brag about you to all of his friends. BET.

Hugs and cuddles.

It wont be easy to get him flustered

He'll play it off on his boisterous and loud side personality turn the tables on you with the other

Yet sometimes you'll succeed

And his flustered expression is>>>>

He probably wouldn't know which personality to use around you when alone

and sometimes when hes emotional, he can break both of his character amd just be himself around you

blushes when kissing or holding hands

hes suprisingly innocent

would probably annoy you to get attention

people wonder how you put up with him

he's very protective of you

He'll bring you everwhere

must protect this guy ToT hes so precious

Also just cuz i do what i want doesnt mean Im not accepting requests ^w^ I will accept the ones i want to do is all.

[random-idiot-writer]

a comment for inspo :)

Gender was never mentioned so te reader can be GN

This is platonic

click clack

The sounds of your shoes hitting the tiles as you run along the mondstat roofs is accompanied by another, the wind asssisting his swift footing. Though you didnt look, you could sence his mishchevious smile while running alongside you. Your partner in crime. Under the pale moonlight, you can see the outline of his figure, with his cape flapping as he sprints at the same pace as you.

The knights of favonius's distant shouts for you to stop from below became inaudible the more you ran, but you didnt stop until you reached your destination. Did they think you would cease running only because they commanded you to? 'This shouting is a futile attempt in any persoective' You thought as you jumped down and ran across the bridge, the destination comming in sight. Both you and your subordinate always came to this place after your routine of pickpocketing at night. Windrise.

As you arrive under the massive branches of the oak tree, its leaves obscuring some of the moonlight that lights your vision, you look back to make sure the knights didnt follow you all the way to the expanse of windrise, albeit you know that they have never done so. You always check, as if it was a habit.

After a few seconds of gasping for air, he broke the silence.

"Well that sure was a blast!"

He gave one of his cheeky grins as he positioned himself in a sitting position on the grass. That smile. It was the smile that brought you closer to him. His playful and mischievous demeanor made you more curious about him when you two first met at the tavern.

You gave a small chuckle and brought out the bottles you hid under your own cape as you ran. "Can you hold onto more of these? They almost slipped out a few times when running."

"Nope! my hands are already full with the pastries."

Your ears perked. What pastries?

He pulls out the sweets with the same grin, in the same manner you did when you revealed the alchohol bottles. They crumpled up onto the ground.

"...ehe"

"Venti!" you shouted your partner's name as you watched the precious crumbs hit the dirt you two were sitting on in horor.

"well on the bright side, at least we have the bottles!~"

Before he was able to reach one, you snatched all of them.

"Hey! Y/N! You cant hog all of themm!"

Venti ried to extend his hand to hold onto one from the stash but you wouldnt let him.

"This is what you get for destroying our snack."

"I wont do it next time!" he plead as he attempted to grab another one, failing as you took it yet again.

"Then apologize." you commanded.

He grumbled and sat, back down still eyeing the alchohol.

"I cant hear you." you called out playfully. You relished the control you had over him in this moment.

"I am sorry." He said, looking away.

Satisfied, you hand over the bottles. "Here's to another sucessful trip!" He did the same, and a clink could be heard before you both gulped down the alchohol under the comforting tree towering over you. The brisk, peaceful air below these leaves gave a comforting scense of familiarity as the two of you chatted.