#*fun fact: that is not grape Panta :' )

[jacksmusesdrv3]

Gods, I'm an hour late- oh well it's still the day on my end so it counts

Happy birthday Ouma!! 🎂 It's been a long time and my birthday pics for him have kind of sucked been a bit rough, so I really tried to get something somewhat-properly-rendered this time :'D

[harmoni-me]

hi! wanted to tell you that i absolutely love your writing skills, it’s so different from the others that i've read and it makes me feel so warm inside. keep up the good work! i'm really looking forward to seeing more

if you don’t mind, i'd like to request for a poly nagito x sweetheart reader x kokichi where they’re still in the crushing/pining stage and being confused about their sexuality. thank you, have a good day/night!💙

Phew! I finally did it! My fingers kinda hurt from typing all this haha! But I loved the request a lot! I played around with the concept you gave me as well, so it’s a story that branches out into multiple styles of writing. I do have to warn you though, goodness is this one long! But I hope you enjoy it all in the same! <3

I’m so sleepy lol 

quick trigger warning beware! : There is a scene in this where a character goes through mental hysteria that contains some panic attack like symptoms. If you are sensitive to that writing, please, skip the the fluffy scene that if used for comfort right after :) (Or just don’t read it at all, don’t worry! Harmoni understands!)

Nagito Komaeda x Sweetheart Reader x Kokichi Ouma! Pt. 1

Also can we just talk about this gif? It makes me so happy...This artist is so good too like WHOA! Check them out! 

“No…“

“1, 2, 3, 4-“

“NO-“

“5, 6, 7, 8!” Nagito finished, moving the silver, dog-shaped play piece across the board in rhythmic taps.

“NOOOO! BOARDWALK, NAGITO?! FUCKING BOARDWALK?!” Kokichi shrieked in a fit of rage, slamming his Panta drink onto the table, while standing up and causing an absolute fit.

Nagito was chuckling at the enraged boy, who was now standing on the kitchen counters, stomping in pure fury. Kokichi was a huge brat. A clingy, competitive, always-begging-for-something, whole-hearted brat. Though, Nagito would have to admit that he could never stay mad at Kokichi, in fact, he would have to say that he barely gets mad at him. Ever. He reminded the white-haired boy of a playful puppy, bounding and bucking happily when getting what it wants. It made Nagito’s heart melt, evaporate, then simply melt again, even when he was a cursing mess stomping on the granite countertops, getting scratches all over it.

“Woah! Nagi, that’s amazing! You got Boardwalk really early in the game, that’s so cool!” You smiled, while also laughing at Kokichi’s ferocious cursing as ambiance. Your smile drove Nagito’s attention away from the angered boy, and his heart went through overdrive once he saw your sweet smile, radiating so much contagious joy. It’s almost as if he was on a roller coaster that contained a different track each and every time he rode it. One minute, his heart would be doing loops, and the next, it excitedly go up again.

. . .

Now, this is where the problem begins. Well, the one of three problems that plague the three individuals all playing a simple game of Monopoly on a Sunday night. This is Nagito’s problem: Whenever he has an effect on Kokichi, making him oh-so-lovable in his eyes, his heart swells and fills his chest to the brim. Oh, was this feeling that was so incredibly foreign to him feel so wonderful when it dawned upon him for the first time.

Nagito could always draw the memory back within his vision in surreal detail. Kokichi and Nagito were loitering in the hallways of Hope’s peak, with the shorter purple-haired boy dragging the pale, frizzy haired boy by the hand to apparently “Conjure up the biggest most awesome-est prank Hope’s Peak has every witnesses since built into existence”. Honestly, how could Nagito say no to something that holds so much potential hope and despair, all contained in one big gift-wrapped surprise of a prank on the whole school?

After planning for a few hours, Kokichi seemed to have a fuse broken in his brain due to thinking about a truly fool-proof plan. The somewhat drowsy prankster reached into his schoolbag and pulled out two twin bottles of grape Panta, sliding one over to an unsuspecting Nagito. The purple plastic bottle bonked into Nagito’s forearm, knocking the bottle down from the force.

“Nehehe, I guess you really are the Ultimate Lucky student, huh? It just so happens I packed an extra today, Shamrock! Make it up to me sometime soon, okaaaaay?” Kokichi giggled, teasing the lanky, somewhat socially-awkward Nagito who was sitting across from him on a desk within a totally abandoned classroom. Nagito thanked the other, though, Kokichi really couldn’t respond due to being in the middle of chugging his favorite carbonated drink.

Nagito turn to his own bottle. He wasn’t the biggest fan of old-fashioned artificial grape flavored things, but it wasn’t the worst. Plus, it would be quite rude to refuse a drink from a friend, right? So the white haired boy simply picked up the bottle, and twisted the cap off, as per usual etiquette of opening a soda bottle.

Splash

It didn’t take too long until Nagito knew what was going on. The drink had exploded everywhere. The bottle of soda was basically empty by the end of the grape-geyser showcase, and poor Nagito was left drenched in purple, sticky, sugary liquid. The drink already was starting to dry into a thin, sweet crust on his skin, making the boy on a whole other level of uncomfortable. Though, it was kind of expected that Kokichi would be absolutely laughing his butt off in the moment, sounding like some sort of hysteric hyena mixed with a duckling quacking at some breadcrumbs. It was a laughable sight, no doubt, Nagito literally looked like the embodiment of a sad, wet dog.

But then Kokichi settled down after a bit, controlling his breathing from the pathetic sight. After doing so, he got up out of his seat, and knelt down to scrummage through his bag, revealing a regular branded water bottle. He then made his way over to Nagito, and without hesitation, sat himself on his soda-soaked lap.

“Aww, really going for that kicked puppy look, are you now? Well, since I’ve had all my laughing fun from this, I guess it’s only natural that I help you out, hm? Or would you rather just stay just like this? Oh, now, I wouldn’t mind it if we did…though it seems your eyes beg to differ…well in that case, let’s clean you up, shall we?” Kokichi hummed, teasing the ever living daylights out of the wet and miserable boy.

Kokichi then did something that made Nagito’s heart pound harder than it ever had before. The teasing boy reached behind his neck, untying his beloved checkered bandana. He then carefully opened the water bottle, and poured the contents onto the fabric. Once ensuring it was thoroughly soaked, Kokichi started to wash off as much of the stickiness he could. to Ruffling Nagito’s hair, from gently washing his pale cheeks, which were now sprinkled with specks of rose, and finally gliding the cloth along Nagito’s clothes and hands.

A few things in Nagito’s mind had clicked into place after Kokichi had handled him with the care equal to that of a lover. Well, ironically, Nagito had caught feelings for his tiny little prankster brat of a friend. Was it a huge surprise? Not really, based on the track that Nagito was on.

Another piece of the puzzle had snapped: Kokichi was a a guy. That was something really to think about. Never had Nagito found men attractive, but…

Finally, the last, and most worrying puzzle piece out of them all: Kokichi wasn’t the only one he has fell for. His heart has become torn in that moment, with every day becoming more of a wrestling match to the death rather than a silly tug-of-war between feelings. The other side of his heart was unsure, and fell for another person that had lifted him up through his lowest lows, supporting him like a much needed pair of crutches when having a sprained ankle.

And that person, was you.

. . .

“Ok ok ok ok ok! Listen here you little damn shamrock you!” Kokichi huffed, now sitting back on the ground, leg crossed, “You and I both know that I have Park Place, right? Right! Now, my dear little clover, I want to make a deal with you, if you will?” Kokichi smirked with evil intent clear within his irises.

“Ooo! Deals! Nagi, I think you should listen to Kichi, making profitable partnerships is pretty much his specialty.” You giggled, basically becoming Kokichi’s personal little advocate. He let out a quick “Yeah, what she said!”, causing Nagito to laugh and nod, gesturing for an explanation of the deal.

“Well, personally, my little clover, I feel like we should team up, you know? We could completely dominate over sweet our little gumdrop over there, making them drop to their knees in submission to us. You know, I have a feeling you and I both would enjoy it...” Kokichi shuffled a little closer to the platinum blonde, voice dropping, “We could rule them over together, as equals, or even make them surrender if they ever have the chance-“

“Sure! Though, you should probably get out of jail first.” Nagito chuckled, making the other boy grumble.

“OH YOU-“

“Heeeeey! I wanna join in too! It sounds like you guys are having fun and stuff, while I’m all alone…” You puffed out your cheeks, sadness dripping in your voice.

Both of the boys shot up to look at your somewhat downcast features, and oh, how it wreaked their hearts in one fell swoop.

Kokichi automatically shot up from his position, puffing out his chest in preparation for a new speech.

“O-ok! New deal! We ALL join evil forces TOGETHER, and absolutely destroy the game with all of our property, while reaping in the greedy rewards of the capitalist regime!” Kokichi loudly proclaimed, chuckling at the end of his new deal.

You gasped, “Deal! Deal! Taking over a money-based board game with my two favorite people ever will always be a yes for me!” You laughed, smiling at the thought of the three of you taking over Hollywood streets with a pose of limos, while using bags stuffed with pure cash as weapons made it ten times funnier.

Kokichi smiled, resting his hands behind his head, “Yeah! Let’s end it here and just say that we kicked so much millionaire ass that we now have control over the whole economy!”

. . .

This is the second problem, Kokichi is so undeniably confused. About what? About himself. He was sure as all hell about how he felt about you, he always went soft and squishy for you, and not to mention he would be extra clingy when it had to do with you. Headpats? Common, and always appreciated. Cuddles? Been there, done that with you.

But, then there was Nagito. Kokichi would never say this out loud, but he thought that Nagito was so…pretty. And god, Kokichi was a huge sucker for pretty people. Though, once he realized that his feelings didn’t go to just one person, that’s when he started to panic.

He had to take in multiple things at once, trying to accept it all at once, but it was just so incredibly difficult. He has spent the whole entirety of his life to perfect the art of lying, and one thing that he learned constantly manipulated his own mind and thought process, tearing it into metaphorical shreds.

In order to pull out a lie that everyone can believe, you have to lie to yourself, and proclaim your own illusion of your truth.

Did Kokichi want to believe he was immensely attracted to Nagito, who just happened to be a guy? No, he really didn’t. It wasn’t normal.

Did Kokichi want to believe that he had fallen so fucking in love with two of his closest friends? Hell no. In society, you had to pick and choose, it’s one or the god damn other.

Right?

One night, all of these feeling and thoughts rushed into the boy’s conscious all at once, building immense pressure within his head and chest. Was this a nightmare, or-

Suddenly, his throat started to close up on him, making him gasp out in agony, wheezing on the covers of his bed, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes.

Instinct kicked in within the speed of light. Kokichi shakily reached over to his phone, grasping onto it, and quickly set up a group call. Almost immediately, the two people he was panicking over had picked up.

“Hello? Kokichi? Is there anything you need?” A raspy voice rang out. It seems as if Nagito was awoken by the sudden calling.

“Yeah, Kichi? Is there anything wrong?” You softly spoke through the phone. It calmed Kokichi a little just hearing the two of you guy so worried over him.

“I-I know It’s out of the blue-“ Kokichi gasped for air “B-but can you guys please come over?”

And oh boy, did you and Nagito get there in record time.

After just a mere ten minutes, you and Nagito were outside of Kokichi’s bedroom door, and the both of you could hear the desperate hiccups and gasps of your poor friend.

The both of you had no doubts, nor questions. You just wanted the struggling boy to feel safe.

“We’re coming in.” You said, affirming your actions with light knocking on the bedroom door.

When the both of you came face to face with a Kokichi with puffy red eyes, clutching his heaving chest, and thick tears rolling down his face, it felt like the both of you just got shot in the heart, the weight of it sinking down into the stomach, emitting a feeling that could only be described as pure pity. But the two of you automatically got to work.

Sooner rather than later, You and Nagito were cuddling Kokichi from either side, supporting him, as well as being his shield for protecting his small, delicate frame from his own cruel thoughts. You had started to run your fingers through Kokichi’s hair, causing his breaths to become fuller, and not nearly as hitched. Nagito also wanted to contribute in his own way, so he decided to mindlessly draw messy shapes and squiggles into Kokichi’s side, hoping that what he was doing would be of any help.

After only a mere five minutes, Kokichi had passed out from exhaustion, but the two of you kept on doing what you were doing, wanting for the boy in-between you two to have sweet dreams about all of what he desires all night long.

Kokichi has never let go of that memory, and never will for the rest of his life, and it’s a constant reminder on how much he had lied to himself. He actually wanted the truth out of something for once in his life, and that was how long it would be in order for the loves of his life to live without restraint of societal chains. Whenever it was, he would always be ready. Always, with arms as open as the horizon.

. . .

“Why in the world are we watching Big Hero 6 again? Didn’t we watch this, like, a month ago?” Kokichi trudged from the microwave, to the plush couch, bowl of buttered popcorn in hand.

“(Y/N) wanted to watch it, is there a problem?” Nagito tilted his head, holding the remote, about to press play. You were bouncing in anticipation, because this movie was just never a disappointment.

“Hm, well, I GUESS there’s nothing wrong with it….just don’t be surprised when you hear me snoring.” Kokichi huddled up beside you, placing the bowl of popcorn on you lap.

“I deem you the popcorn peacemaker! Your job is to make sure no one’s being a pig.” Kokichi snickered, while you giggled at your new role in life.

“Nagi? You like popcorn, right? Here!” You placed the bowl on his lap, causing him to smile.

“Hey, HEY! NO! That means I have to reach my WHOLE ARM over to to Lucky boy, JUST SO I CAN GET SOME POPCO-“

“Sh sh sh! The movie is starting!” You giggled, shushing the purple haired boy, while you heard a little chuckle from the white haired boy who was next to you.

. . .

The last problem was you. Your heart bubbled up in joy whenever you where around these boys, making your face erupt like a volcano whenever something slightly suggestive is aimed at you when it has to do with either one of them. You liked both of them, a lot, and you gave everything in order for the three of you to flourish in bountiful friendship. Yeah, that’s the problem, it was friendship.

Oh, how desperately you wished that everything could be easy! If life were like an infinite rolling of crashing waves, things would be flawless, predictable even. Unfortunately, life really likes to give you the short end of the stick, and this was honestly one of the shortest sticks someone like you would have never asked for. The loving of two men, both equally, and having an intense desire to treat them as lovers. What would they do as lovers? Where would they go as lovers? The questions and possibilities are endless…

The only time where you felt as if the friendship could’ve resembled anything somewhat romantic, was a summer evening trip to the beach.

The water was the perfect temperature, the ocean was as clear as glass, and the sand didn’t burn the soles of your feet. The boy’s were in their swimming trunks, having their own little fun. Nagito was afraid of getting to deep into the ocean, so you always stayed in the shallow end, trying to capture as many tiny fishes as you could with your bare hands.

Kokichi insisted that him and Nagito bury you in sand, leaving your head poking out of a sandy little cocoon. When the sun started to set, you got some supplies that you brought, and lit the fire that the group planned to create. Everyone gathered around it, cooking hot dogs on sticks, and crafting tasty s’mores that we fed each other.

One could say that that night might be the most casual and platonic friend trip ever, but something was off.

Everyone looked at each other differently that night. When looking into their eyes, it was oddly intimate. It was like all of the stars in the night sky reflected off their eyes conveyed so much...love.

That night, you felt so adored, so cherished and cultivated to the brim of your existence. You felt something, and maybe the other boy’s did too, but that feeling has changed your life.

Thanks to these stupid boys; These stupid boys that you’ve given so much to, you don’t think you could ever love any other.

One you’ve helped get out of a terrible degradation cycle, another you’ve helped to not lie to himself, and not as much to others.

And thanks to your down to earth humility, your heart has been stolen, and it was going to stay taken by those lovely, unique boys who have helped you out of so many ditches, and so many of life’s cracks and dents. God, how could you not fall?

Their lives were precious to you, but you had no idea how they would feel about an actual relationship, so you’ve always been terrified. Petrified and paralyzed to the bone to ever think of what may happen if you were the cause of the fracture of the friendship. You didn’t want to ruin something that has taken so long to build, yet can be torn all down due to a selfish desire.

But, maybe, just maybe, if they went to you first, confessed everything that was bottled up inside, dittoed on how you felt…

Then you might just be the luckiest person to live on this earth, there’s no doubt about that.

[danganronpa-and-chill-mods]

Nᴇᴋᴏ! Nᴀɢɪᴛᴏ, Oᴜᴍᴀ and Iʙᴜᴋɪ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs🎶

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Damn... It is so hard to find neko headcanons! Or at least for me. I tried my best at doing this. It is my first time at writing for neko characters. Anyways, please request something random stranger, anything that comes to your mind

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𝓝𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓽𝓸 𝓚𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓮𝓭𝓪

⌦ Well... Due to his luck and all of that, suddenly, he waked up with a tail and cat ears... Such a good start for a day.

⌦ You were next to him, sleeping and snoring a little bit. Something inside him told him to get near to you, and so, he did. He started snuggling with you.

⌦ He just whispered a "Nya~" and you waked up. The first thing you saw were his ears... It wasn't something that important. You started caressing them

⌦He noticed you, and... It felt good. He started snuggling more and more, and he started purring a lot, his tail was curled in your leg

⌧ "(Y/N). . . I-I know a trash like me shouldn't be asking for more but... I love this feeling"

⌦ Later that day, you found out that his tail was extreamly sensitive. He was usually in a playful mood, but he was also chill sometimes, but when you somehow touched his tail for more than a little bit, he would blush and ask you to stop, anyways, it wasn't something that he couldn't tolerate

⌦ Your neko boyfriend loved playing with your things, like a little pillow, or anything that he could hug. He was like that for hours.

𝒦ℴ𝓀𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒾 𝒪𝓊𝓂𝒶

⌦ Miu and her inventions... This time, she did something kind of weird. It looked like a grape panta and... It was in a Panta bottle... You already guessed what ouma did

⌦ Later that day, Ouma started feeling weird, and when he wanted to remember,he was already a neko... Ooh it was going to be something funny

⌦ His first reaction was looking for you, and when he found you, he started to act like a child, with an anoying cute voice he started saying "nya" and mispronouncing words like "Pwease" and those things

⌦ He loved any kind of cuddles. But over all, head pats was the best kind of atention. He would playfully hold your hand and forcing you to give him headpats

⌧ " Nya! Mwore cuddles! Ooh what's twat? It looks fuwwy"

⌦ He throwed things to the floor just for fun, and literally acted like those cats that are memes. Anyways, he actually tried to sleep in your pc keyboard.

⌦ He had lots of sensitive spots, and he did not care at all, actually, it was like an excuse for anoying you, saying things like "Nya~ dwon't touch my twail". Mispronuncing was actually very funny for him

𝓘𝓫𝓾𝓴𝓲 𝓜𝓲𝓸𝓭𝓪

⌦ You, Ibuki and other of your classmates were playing truth or dare, and your girlfriend always choosed the dare option... The dare was drinking a suspicious drink... And just like Ouma, at the other day she was a neko

⌦ At class, you saw that Ibuki was more energetic than yesterday... You did not saw her ears, due to her "Hair horns", but you saw her tail, moving like she eas playing

⌦ Everyone noticed her tail, and later that day, her ears. But anyways, she didn't feel weird or anything, until she saw herself in a mirror. But she was... Happy?

⌦ She wanted to play all the day, and her curiosity multiplied. Whenever you opened your locker, turned on the tv or anything that you could imagine she was there

⌧ "Ooh shiny... Neko-Ibuki wants it! It is cute" (Yes, now she was Neko-Ibuki)

⌦ She didn't had any sensitive spot at all, but that doesn't mean that she did not liked cuddles or any kind of afection. In fact, she loved it. He purred a lot, even if you didn't wanted to cuddle

⌦ Good luck trying to hide something, it doesn't matter if it is dangerous for her, she always gived it to you, with a playful smile and mooving her tail, just as if she was proud.

[sinfulwonders]

Wine for saiouma? UwU

I hope you enjoy this very fluffy piece! :)

Wine (Oumasai)

Shuichi nodded along thoughtfully to one of Kaito’s extravagant tales of adventure, glass of wine in hand, as Kaede’s party reached its peak around them. People were laughing, dancing, and playing beer pong, but Shuichi always preferred a quiet chat with friends.

“Sai-hara-chan!” A bubbly voice sang out, causing Shuichi to turn from the boisterous astronaut and towards a voice that was definitely not considered quiet.

“Ouma-kun?” He raised an eyebrow at the smiling boy bounding towards him, “Woaagh!”

Shuichi was taken by surprise as the shorter boy practically tackled him in a hug. He barely kept his wine from sloshing out of the glass as the supreme leader clung to him. Shuichi was about to chide Kokichi for being so reckless, but then the boy looked up at him with big violet eyes and a wide grin, and all bets were off. The detective’s face reddened at how cute Kokichi looked, with his smile and flushed cheeks and how incredibly warm he was…

Wait.

“Ouma-kun are you drunk?” Shuichi raised an eyebrow.

“Nope! Stone cold sober!” The supreme leader giggled, “I don’t even know what this “drunk” you speak of is!”

Shuichi frowned, “That’s a lie, Ouma-kun.”

“Aw boo,” Kokichi pouted, “You never let me have any fun, mister detective.”

Shuichi eyes met Kaito’s own, who gave him an awkward look that said ‘I’ll leave you two alone’. Shuichi gave him an apologetic look in return and suddenly he and Kokichi were alone.

Shuichi plopped on the empty couch and took a sip of his wine glass before he spoke, “You tackled me, Ouma-kun. I wasn’t trying to interrupt your fun.”

Kokichi smirked as he flopped down right next to the detective, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Maybe I was trying to have fun with you, mister detective. Ever think of that?”

Shuichi’s eyes widened and he took another sip of wine to buy some time to think of something to say in return. Kokichi eyes locked onto the glass, and before Shuichi knew it Ouma had swiped it and was lifting it to his lips.

“Ouma-kun!” Shuichi yelped in surprise.

“Neeheehee! Don’t get so worked up, I just want to try it!” Kokichi quickly took a sip and was immediately sputtering, “Eww! What is this shit!?”

“It’s wine!” Shuichi said, a little defensively as Kokichi thrust the glass back into his hands.

“I know that, I’m not a dumbass, jeez Saihara-chan!” He rolled his eyes in feigned offense, “But that’s the most bitter wine I’ve ever had. It’s disgusting! Should be banned! How can you even drink that?”

Shuichi looked down, a little embarrassed over his tastes now, “I like dry wines…” He said quietly.

“Ugh, you have terrible taste in beverages!” Kokichi flopped over so he was leaned against the detective’s shoulder, looking up at the ceiling, “I thought the fact that you like your coffee black was bad, but this…this is a tragedy Saihara-chan! How can your tastebuds be that blind?!”

“Hey!” Shuichi chimed in, starting to feel a little defensive, “I can’t help it if you want everything you drink to have a gallon of sugar in it!”

Kokichi giggled at that and sunk down so that he was now laying in Shuichi’s lap. Shuichi couldn’t help but admire the way his dark hair fell perfectly to frame his face. Kokichi’s violet eyes met his and they stayed like that for what felt like a long time, just staring at each other.

Finally Kokichi let out another giggle and spoke, “Why don’t we just agree that drinks made out of grapes are awesome? Okay, Shumai?”

Shuichi sighed, “You’re talking about grape panta aren’t you?”

The shorter nodded enthusiastically, “Of course! The best drink!”

Shuichi rolled his eyes playfully, “I’m pretty sure real grapes have never been used in that sugar monstrosity.”

Kokichi let out the loudest, most dramatic gasp Shuichi had ever heard, “How dare you?! I’ll have you know that grape panta is made with the most amazing, expensive, organic, grass-fed grapes this world has to offer!”

“Grass-fed?” Shuichi raised an eyebrow and began to chuckle.

“You heard me!” Kokichi booped Shuichi on the nose, “Gr-ass-fed! These grapes only eat the finest quality grass before they’re squeezed up into the greatest drink in the world!”

“I just hope they’re cage-free…” Shuichi sighed, trying to keep a straight face.

Kokichi burst out laughing, “Yep! They live out their little grape lives happy and healthy, running around little grape pastures!”

“Phew,” Shuichi tried his best to look relieved without laughing, “I guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree on our preference for grape beverages, then?”

“Hmm,” Kokichi appeared to deeply contemplate that idea for several seconds before grinning, “I suppose that’s okay, mister detect-” The boy interrupted himself by letting out a loud yawn, “Sleepy…”

“Maybe we should get you home, Ouma-kun?” Shuichi started to move, but Kokichi let out a soft whine in protest.

“But I’m so comfortable! Shumai makes a great pillow,” He shut his eyes and a relaxed smile crossed his face.

“Ah. Thanks, but-”

“Shhhhh,” Kokichi reached out to put a finger over Shuichi’s mouth to quiet him, but his eyes were closed so it took a couple sloppy tries softly tapping Shuichi’s face before he got it right.

Shuichi couldn’t help but quiet down with a fond smile and let the supreme leader start to drift off in his lap.

“Man,” Kokichi muttered, quickly falling into the depths of sleep, “Shumai’s got it all. He’s smart and cute and comfortable. He’d be perfect if not for his shit taste in drinks…”

Shuichi smiled, watching the supreme leader drift off, when the half-mumbled words finally hit him. He turned beet red.

“C-cute?!”

But the supreme leader was already fast asleep, snoring softly.

[originaldanganronpascenarios]

Ouma out on a date w/ his s/o and they stop to get drinks, but while he orders his traditional grape Panta, s/o instead gets the peach variant and wants him to taste some so he can try something new?

It was pretty fun to write tbh like I could write it in so many ways- since nobody knows what Kokichi is up to lol

Kokichi out on a date with his S/O- they stop to get drinks while he orders his traditional grape Panta his S/O instead gets other flavor and wants him to try something new

The date was great you and Kokichi had magical time and enjoyed each other's company.

Since it was rather hot that day you decided to buy some cold drinks.

When you entered the shop Kokichi quickly located where drinks are and picked grape Panta as allways. However you decided to pick (other flavor) one and let him try something else.

Kokichi didn't actually mind the fact that you picked other flavor. I mean he acted otherwise saying "You traitor" but it was just for jokes since really since when does he say what you can and can't do?

Then you did something he didn't expect wich was asking him if he wanted to try it. He didn't wanted to but after you started talking about trying something new that ended up with longass lecture he accepted your offer.

Yet he found it wierd that you wanted him to try it out this badly so he asked "Do you want to poison me with this?".

It tasted pretty good but not as good as the grape one. So nothing actually changed but the fact that he tried other Panta flavor for once.

~Mod Chiaki

[imagine--drv3]

How would the Boys react to a crush s/o asking them out..?

This is my very first ask! I hope you enjoy!

Korekiyo Shinguuji    

You are the slightest bit nervous when you initially come up to him

So is he

But you can't tell under that goddamn mask of his

You shyly approach him with…

In you hands are not one, but two roses!

You knew he liked roses, but two was even better so you could match!

When you tell him your reasoning for the second rose, he can't help but bring a hand to his cheek and sigh

He just sorta stays like that for a moment

You're a little confused

Until you hear him say

"…How truly beautiful of you to think of that."

You ask him about going on a date with you

He can't hide his excitement

…and neither can you!

Amami Rantarou

Amami was browsing the books in the library on his own

Or so he thought-

"Ahah! Hey, s/o! What're you doing here?"

You give him a shy wave from across the room and make your way over to his spot at the shelf - the romance section?

Amami notices that by your expression you've recognised what section you two are in

He blushes

He can see the lightbulb flash on top of your head.

You have no idea what you're doing

All you know is that this boy is cute and single

And really sweet and nice and funny and caring and-

Before you know it, you're standing in front of him and all these compliments are uncontrollably spilling out of your mouth all at once

You add a stammered "Do you want to go for a trip to the art gallery sometime?" as a cherry on top.

You hope that wasn't too creepy-sounding - all he'd said was 'hey'

Amami's expression is blank for a moment

You can see the gears ticking in his head

Finally, he shows you his signature relaxed smile

He takes your hand in his

"That sounds pretty fun, s/o. I'd love that."

The two of you spend the rest of your afternoon browsing the books the library has to offer…

Kokichi Ouma

You approach him at the vending machine, just as planned

He pays no attention to you, focused on punching in the correct digits for his Grape Panta

The Panta bottle doesn't clank against the bottom of the machine because his hand was already there to catch it - he brings it up to his lips to take a sip

He glances at you

And immediately starts choking

Once he's caught his breath, you hear him mutter

"C-crap…"

Oh no! You must look like such a stalker right now! Say something already!

Act natural, you told yourself

You had only practiced a 1000 times.

"Does Laser Force sound like your scene? I was wondering if you'd wanna go with me, Ouma."

Well played.

He notices you giving yourself a mental pat on the back and smirks

"A soldier never goes into battle without a plan. What is yours, s/o?"

How ironic.

He's absolutely stumped you, and he knows it

You tell him you'd be happy to come up with one, but only with his assistance

He smirks again, this time slightly more shy-looking. Is he blushing?!

“I suppose I have nothing better to do, s/o."

The rest of your afternoon is spent strategising for your grand trip to Laser Force! Those 10 year olds will never know what hit them with you and Ouma on the scene!

Shuuichi Saihara

When you first approach him, he's a blubbering, blushing mess already

He cannot believe that you, his crush, is talking to him

You're worried you've done something wrong - his face is redder than a tomato

The poor boy starts sputtering even more

He assures you that you haven't!

He blushes and stutters a little more, but you can make out his soft voice saying something

“A-as you were saying!?"

You tell him you'd like to see a new mystery movie that opens this weekend at the cinemas - it's a sequel to one of his and your favourites!

Oh boy

Saihara.exe has stopped working

You have to ask again if you've done something wrong - did Ouma set you up by telling you Saihara's least favourite movie? No, that can't be right…

"I-I'd enjoy that a lot, actually!"

Saihara is ecstatic

You decide to take a seat next to him

The two of you rewatch the trailer and spend the rest of the afternoon theorising on who the murderer is together...

Kaito Momota       

You'd been planning this for weeks now     

You were finally going to ask your friend Kaito to go stargazing with you!  

How exciting!        

You were hoping, though, that by the end of the date you'd be more than friends.        

You find him in the dining hall, poking at his food        

The usually pumped up boy looks tired        

Until you approach him        

Now he's looking at you like an excited puppy        

Weird, you think        

"You like stargazing, yeah? Wanna do it with me sometime?"        

You internally facepalm        

That wasn't what you spent weeks rehearsing! Dolt!        

You pray your slight improvision goes unnoticed        

Looks like the odds are in your favour!        

"Me?! Stargaze? With y-you!?"        

Yeah man        

He's back on his feet        

More pumped up than ever!        

You're happy to see Kaito back to his energetic self·

The two of you discuss constellations on your way out of the dining hall… 

Kiibo

You weren't entirely sure if this was a good idea

What if robots couldn't feel emotions like love? What if they could, but he just didn't like you? What if he doesn't understand that you're trying to get him to go on a date with you? What if-

Deep breaths, dammit.

You're in the deep end here.

But little do you know, so is he.

When you walk up to him, you remind yourself that he's just like any other boy!

There's nothing to worry about!

The robot senses your presence and turns around excitedly

"Hello, s/o! Iruma just taught me a new trick - Would you like to see me make my lenses brighten by a maximum of 70%?"

Iruma is cackling not too far behind him

She sees the look on your face and bolts

You blush at the robot's random offer

"I'd love to see that, Kiibo!"

Just as he said, his blue eyes glowed like stars in the night sky!

Not to mention his cheeks

You remember why you're here

"That's amazing! Maybe you could show me even more of your tricks on a date, possibly?" you tell him

His eyes dim immediately

So do his cheeks

He's resetting himself???

He suddenly comes back to life with a jolt, and is surprised to see you still in front of him - it wasn't a 'dream'?

"O-Of course, s/o! I would enjoy that very much!"

Gonta Gokuhara     

You and him were admiring some flowers the two of you had come across

Whenever you pointed out a bug he'd start spouting random facts about it

It was pretty cute

The reason you were here is both of you had bumped into each other earlier

It seems your routes overlapped when it came to going for walks!

He seemed more than a little excited when this had happened

But Gonta couldn't possibly have planned it, it just was not the gentleman thing to do

Your flower-admiring session is cut short when you hear someone call something out in the dining hall, so the two of you head over to investigate

Gonta is disappointed he didn't get to admire flowers with s/o a little longer…

Suddenly, an idea pops into your head

You ask Gonta if he'd like to do this again sometime, but as a date!

Gonta is!!!!!! Screaming internally!!!!!!

He says yes!

You're both so happy!

Ryouma Hoshi

….

He's a lot shorter up close than you expected

But you came here for a reason!

And that reason is to ask Hoshi on a date!

He turns around and sees you

You think you can see something light up a little behind his eyes?

But his expression overall is a bit…

Sorrowful?

A little more than usual, at that

Yikes, maybe I should come back later, you think…

"What is it, s/o?"

Here goes nothing

You ask him out on a date

You let him decide what he wants to do for the date because you honestly have no idea

The light behind his eyes shines a little brighter when you say that

And the look on his face is anything but sorrowful!

[sinfulwonders]

👀 ~

Alrighty here’s another fic. This one is actually practically done, even though I thought it was a lot less finished. I may polish it up and post it on Ao3 soon, but here it is for now.

Sick

When Shuichi Saihara received a text from Kokichi Ouma one early Saturday morning, he suspected that his plans were ruined for the day…very possibly the entire weekend. As he opened the message, his suspicions were quickly confirmed.

I’m sick! Will you be my nurse? Bring soup…and grape panta. <3

Shuichi sighed, letting the warmth from his dorm room bed engulf him for just a moment longer before slowly rising to his feet. They both knew that he would say yes. Although Shuichi acted annoyed with Kokichi’s many crazy antics and schemes, it was fairly obvious that Shuichi had a soft spot for the supreme leader. A soft spot that the supreme leader was thrilled to exploit.

Fine. Be there in ten.

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“Shumai! You came to say your goodbyes!”

Shuichi sighed as he entered the room, carrying a single shopping bag, as his eyes fell on the purple eyed menace. The exceedingly pale boy was smiling and waving enthusiastically, like the ghost of some excited child.

“Goodbyes?”

Kokichi nodded seriously, “Yep. Before my deadly illness takes me inevitably. The doctors said I only have hours to live!”

Shuichi groaned, “Are you even sick, Kokichi?” He wouldn’t be surprised if the supreme leader had dragged the detective down just because he wanted a fizzy beverage.

What a waste of time.

Kokichi beamed, “You got me. It was a lie! Supreme leaders don’t get sic-ACK-” Kokichi’s face fell as his speech devolved into a coughing fit, causing Shuichi to immediately kneel at his bedside.

The detective placed a worried hand on the boy’s pallid forehead, “Jeez, Kokichi. You’re buring up. Maybe you should go see Mikan…”

Kokichi whined, “Nooooo. I want Shumai to take care of meeee.”

“Why? My talent isn’t even medical related…”

With that, the supreme leader burst into a fit of almost certainly fake tears, “WAAAH! Shuichi doesn’t like me enough to even take care of me while I’m sick and dying!”

This elicited an eye roll from the detective, as he’d seen this trick so many times before, “Kokichi, you know it’s not that. I just don’t know if I’ll do a good job.”

Kokichi’s tears were suddenly dry, like they never existed at all, as he glanced blankly at the boy, “A good job?”

Shuichi nodded, “Yeah... If you’re really sick, I definitely don’t want you to get worse because of me.”

The detective was taken aback by a spiteful sound.

Kokichi hoarsely cackled at the boy, a malicious grin lining his face, “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard! For a detective you really are dumb!” Shuichi frowned as the boy continued, his voice losing its edge slightly, “Shumai is great at taking care of people. That’s why I requested you, over allllll of my other minions! I only allow the best.”

Well that was unexpectedly sweet…

Trying to hide his elated surprise at the praise, Shuichi let out an exasperated sigh, “…Fine.”

The supreme leader squealed and pulled the detective into a quick hug.

“K-Kokichi! You’re g-gonna get me sick…” Shuichi stammered.

“Neeheehee! Perfect, then you’ll have to let me take care of you! Then it’ll just be an endless cycle…one of us sick and one of us well, forever and ever!” Kokichi smiled sweetly as he spoke, but those sweet smiles always were a little off. In this case, there was a mischievous twinkle in his violet eyes. The same eyes that observed Shuichi’s every reaction with a calculating coolness that both fascinated and terrified the detective.

“Kokichi, that honestly sounds horrible.”

The detective noticed that Kokichi’s lip quivered a little, but in a flash it was gone, as it seemed that he decided to go a different emotional direction with his lie.

The boy instead examined his fingernails, looking incredibly bored, “Well I think it sounds romantic. You’d be with each other, taking care of each other, forever…”

Hmm, well that’s an interesting point of view.

Kokichi never ceased to amaze the detective. Once he thought he had a pretty good grasp on how he thought Kokichi would react to something the supreme leader switched it up, flipping the situation on its head. It’s why the detective was absorbed with thoughts of figuring out the enigma that was Kokichi Ouma.

Kokichi snickered, “Of course that could be a lie…Maybe I just want you to be my cute little nurse!”

Shuichi sighed, rolling his eyes at the last comment, “I don’t want you to call me your ‘nurse’, Kokichi. I feel like you’re taking it to a weird place.”

Kokichi smiled devilishly.

Shuichi continued, giving the boy a stern look, “Look, if you want me to take care of you, that’s fine, I’ll take care of you. But I am not gonna let you make this weird, and I am going to try to do a decent job. So rest. I have some over the counter medicine in my bag, so I’ll give you something that should help with the fever. Lay down and I’ll grab you a glass of water.”

Kokichi’s eyes widened, “Wow, you’re so good at this! And so brave, to give a supreme leader commands,” his face darkened, “You may end up regretting it…”

Shuichi ignored Kokichi’s attempt to agitate him and instead pressed a lanky finger on the supreme leader’s forehead, and gently pushed him back to the pillow, “Lay. Down. You’re going to regret if you overdo it just to taunt me.”

Kokichi stayed quiet, his expression now blank, and watched as Shuichi turned to fill a cup with water from the bathroom sink. At least he stayed quiet until a large sneeze erupted from him.

Shuichi quickly returned with water and a couple pills.

Kokichi spoke after releasing a couple hoarse coughs, “Sure hope you aren’t trying to poison me…actually that’s a lie. Put me out of my misery, detective!”

“Shh. I’m not trying to poison you,” Shuichi dropped the pills into the supreme leader’s hand and then watched as he swallowed them, quickly washing them down with water.

Shuichi then handed Kokichi a tissue for his nose, and as the boy wiped his sick face, made his way to the bathroom one more, quietly returning with a damp washcloth.

He placed it gently on the boy’s head, careful to move a few strands of purple tipped hair out of the way first.

“Sleep,” he smiled gently at the boy and then sat down in the supreme leader’s desk chair. He rummaged through the shopping bag and pulled out a small book, beginning to read. The boys sat in silence for a while, with Shuichi glancing up to check on Kokichi every few minutes to make sure he was at least attempting to sleep. He began ignoring the book more and more, eventually just staring at the supreme leader in cautious wonder. That is, until he caught Shuichi staring.

Kokichi gave the boy a mischievous smirk, “Wow you’re super doting Shumai. You are definitely my most eager slave yet!”

Shuichi brushed him off and lazily retorted, “Whatever Kokichi. Anyway I’m definitely not your slave, I’m your nurse-”

As soon as the word accidently slipped out, Shuichi blushed deeply. His heart fluttered in a way that he was not expecting at the thought of being Kokichi’s personal nurse for the day.

What? Don’t think that!

“Hahahaha, man that was easier than I thought-ACHOO!”

Shuichi’s blush faded as he grabbed the box of tissues, and rushed to hand a few to Kokichi.

“-Thanks.”

Shuichi looked down at Kokichi, who was an unusually small boy anyway, but he was surprised how weak he looked. His frail form was shaking slightly, and beads of sweat lined the boy’s head.

“Kokichi, you’re really sick. You need to stop talking and sleep.”

COUGH COUGH COUGH

“Aww you’re no fun Shumai…” Kokichi shot him a weak smile.

Shuichi stood to return to his chair when he felt small fingers wrap around his own. He felt blood rush to his face.

“Will you just talk to me? Read me something until I fall asleep?” Kokichi’s wide eyes were devoid of mischief, just filled with innocence.

Shuichi picked up his book that he had just started, and flipped back to the beginning, gently sitting on the bed next to Kokichi as he did so. He opened his mouth and began to quietly read the words aloud. Before Shuichi had finished reading the first chapter Kokichi had fallen asleep, quietly snoring next to the detective. Shuichi let out a satisfied sigh.

Finally.

He turned to look at the sick boy, noticing how strangely angelic and innocent he looked while he slept. It was strange to Shuichi how absolutely beautiful Kokichi was when he wasn’t trying to make the most grotesque faces humanly possible.

Wait, beautiful? Don’t think that Shuichi!

But it was true, and Shuichi could no longer deny it. Kokichi Ouma was beautiful.

Although no one has any right to be this beautiful while they’re sleeping and sick. It’s just not fair.

“Nngh,” Ouma let out a soft groan as he shifted, his tiny arms wrapping around Shuichi’s waist.

Shit.

Kokichi had an unreasonable amount of strength for a sick person, at least in Shuichi’s eyes, because quickly the detective was helplessly tugged into bed with the supreme leader. Kokichi snuggled into him like he was holding a childhood stuffed animal, and other than the underlying dread that Shuichi felt at the fact that he was almost certainly going to get sick, the detective couldn’t help but melt into the warmth of Kokichi’s arms.

“Shumai…” Kokichi mumbled in his sleep.

Shuichi brushed the hair gently away from Kokichi’s sweaty forward, “Don’t worry. I’m here.”

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 “Nghhh,” Shuichi groaned as he laid in his bed, wet washcloth resting on his forehead. It seems he had caught the supreme leader’s ‘deadly illness’ after all.

“Don’t worry Shumai! Nurse Kokichi is here to save the day!” Kokichi practically squealed as he plopped on the bed next to Shuichi.

It seems Kokichi had taken what he said about being Shuichi’s personal nurse very seriously. When Shuichi had called out sick from school, Kokichi had taken it upon himself to gather supplies and break into his dorm room wearing a full on nurse outfit.

[sinfulwonders]

👀

Hello! I’m back from work! Here, have a WIP I wrote when I was trying to fill the “I’m not drunk, you’re just blurry” prompt! I started writing drunk Kokichi and ended up preferring my idea for a drunk Shuichi. But here is the drunk Kokichi one!

Kokichi Ouma was drunk. Certainly drunker than he’d ever intended to be. Drunk enough that the room spun every time he moved too fast and the tunnel vision was starting to set in. But he was also drunk enough that he was having a great time.

He had just destroyed, a somehow even drunker than he was, Kaito at beer pong, and now Kokichi sauntered through the crowd in search of another drink. He entered the kitchen to find Kaede and Shuichi chatting and laughing, while standing over the drinks.

“Exccccuse me!” Kokichi cried out as he dramatically pushed them aside and wobbled over to the counter, “Supreme leader coming through. Move over peasants!”

Kaede puffed her cheeks at the boy, “Geez Kokichi, you don’t have to be rude.”

Shuichi, however, let out a small chuckle, “Kaede, I wouldn’t be mad. I think he might be a little drunk.”

Kokichi flipped around to glare at Shuichi for that comment, but in doing so almost tipped over, wobbling slightly as he spoke, “I’ve n-never had a drink in my entire life, thank you vvvery much!”

Shuichi held out his arm to him, an arm that Kokichi gladly took to quickly steady himself. Shuichi then gave the leader a small, concerned smile, “Just be careful okay?”

“Aww is Shumai worried about lil ol’ me?” Kokichi teased as he booped the detective’s nose.

Shuichi reddened at the contact, looking away from the supreme leader and brushing his finger from his face.

Kaede, watching the whole ordeal, began to giggle, “Hmm, I think I heard Rantaro calling me! I’ll leave you two to it then!” She rushed out the door, shooting the protesting detective a wink as she made her exit.

As Shuichi turned back to face Kokichi, his eyes widened. The supreme leader had a sultry look on his face as he leaned closer to the detective. He whispered, a smirk adorning his lips, “Now, where were we?”

“W-what?” Shuichi stuttered as he took several large steps back.

Kokichi practically cackled at the reaction, “Oh man, my beloved detective sure gets flustered easily! You need to get better at that if you want to be a true ultimate detective, though!”

Shuichi leaned against the wall, looking at his feet with a sigh, “I know… I have a lot of things to learn before I’m anywhere near worthy of being called an ultimate. I’m way too emotional and I get so nervous… I guess… I’m pretty useless…”

It seemed that Kokichi had unwittingly struck a nerve, and the poor detective was now wallowing in self-hatred. Kokichi wasn’t quite sure why that bothered him as much as it did.

“Hey! Wait, don’t say stuff like that!” Kokichi walked towards the detective, effectively trapping him against the wall as he glared at him intimidatingly, “Don’t go putting yourself down like that!”

“Huh?”

Kokichi sighed, placing a hand on his hip, “I was teasing before. It was a lie. You know, since I’m a liar?” He allowed himself to genuinely smile at the detective for a moment before retreating back under his mask, “The fact that you’re so in tune with your emotions is an asset! It gives you a different perspective from a lot of detectives. Don’t try to change yourself just to fit the mold of what you think an ideal ultimate detective is. Cuz that’s stupid. You’re already an ultimate, ya dummy.” Kokichi let out a little giggle, “Plus you getting flustered all the time is cute! It’s what makes Shuichi, Shuichi! Y’know?”

Kokichi, satisfied with his uncharacteristically positive pep talk, started to bounce away to get more alcohol, but was stopped by Shuichi’s words.

“You think I’m cute?”

Kokichi turned back around to see Shuichi absolutely beet red, his hand covering his mouth in shock. He was absolutely and utterly adorable. He hadn’t really meant to let that slip out, and had Kokichi been sober he would have immediately blamed his words on a lie.

“Whaaa? I gave that amazing speech and that’s all you can focus on?” Kokichi pouted at the still blushing detective.

“Ah, sorry,” Shuichi frowned and glanced down at the floor, “B-but thank you. I feel better now.”

Kokichi’s face broke into a wide grin, “Great! Can’t have Shumai being all emo and bringing down the mood!” He linked his arm through Shuichi’s own and dragged him towards the table lined with various liquors, “Now, let’s have fun, ‘kay?”

Shuichi nodded and Kokichi poured two shot glasses full of clear liquid. As he handed one to Shuichi, the detective realized by the smell that they were filled with grape flavored vodka. Shuichi eyed the shot suspiciously, wondering with mild dread how bad the synthetic grape taste was going to burn going down.

Seeing the trepidation in Shuichi’s face made Kokichi give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, “Its fine! If you just imagine that its grape Panta it’s really not that bad! Promise!” That calmed down the detective, and the two friends clinked glasses and downed their shots.

It was much much worse than grape Panta.

Shuichi realized this as he burst into a coughing fit, Kokichi patting his back while he practically cackled behind him, “Sorry. That was a lie. This stuff is terrible. Sorry Shumai!”

Kokichi handed him a bottle of water, which Shuichi immediately downed to get to the taste out of his mouth. He glared at the smaller boy, “Kokichi-”

“Neehehe! My beloved detective’s annoyed at me! Now everything is back to normal!”

“Huh?” Shuichi paused in thought, but before he was able to come to any conclusions about Kokichi’s words, the small, plum-haired boy had darted out of the kitchen.