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some-cookie-crumbz · 3 years

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h,,,huwumi,,,kiss in the snow,,, add fan kiddos if you wanna uwu

Cute domestic Huwumi fluff??? On MY tumblr dot com blog??? As it should be!

Days where Keigo was off to stay with the kids were some of Fuyumi’s favorites. The twins were going to be seven soon enough and spent a good majority of their days in school, and Isamu had officially started preschool, but Hibari had just hit two years old three weeks prior. When a sitter was needed, Rei was always excited and eager to offer to take any or all of her grandchildren. And, while less enthusiastic, Enji could be relied on when necessary. But none of that was the same as the thought of her husband doting on their children. There was something about knowing that Keigo would be there all day with Hibari and then picking the boys up once they were done with their days that brought her a sense of peace and put an extra pep in her step.

It was why she walked in the door with a smile, though it faltered slightly at how quiet the house was.

She had stayed a little bit after to finish some grading, knowing that it would be a good few hours between dinner and bedtime routine before she could resume, but had anticipated the usual enthusiasm levels. The twins were always eager to play some mischievous and rowdy game the second their homework was completed and Isamu flocked to her as soon as she was in sight. “Keigo? Kids?” she called out as she put her shoes away and swapped into her slippers.

After a moment she heard loud, high-pitched squeals coming from the other side of the house. She was quick to make the trek to examine, seeing the door to the backyard thrown wide open, cold gusts starting to creep in. While a full-fledged storm was far from kicking up, a light snowfall had started up. In the doorway was a bundled mound of blankets. She couldn’t help but smile as she reached out and gently pushed at the top of the bundle, revealing a mess of dark red hair and startled gold eyes. “Oh, Mom! Welcome home!” Reo said, shifting to lean closer as she moved to kneel and press a kiss to his forehead.

“I’m a little surprised you’re this close to the outside, hun,” she mused. Reo had inherited a stronger variant of Fuyumi’s ice Quirk - deemed Dry Ice by their family pediatrician - but had a ridiculous aversion to the cold. It wasn’t a situation of him lacking a resistance to it, either. He had a higher resistance to the cold as was the norm for temperature based Quirks like that. Somehow, someway, her eldest son had just decided that snow wasn’t his speed. Which she understood and respected, but this left her a bit baffled.

“I was helping Dad get Hibi dressed for the snow and then I wa-Bwah!” His explanation was cut off as a snowball came flying out of nowhere, pegging him straight in the face. He scrambled to wipe the flakes from his face and off his blanket cocoon. "KAITO!" he shrieked.

His blonde haired twin stood out in the yard, pointing with one gloved hand while the other arm was wrapped around his own stomach, cackling like mad. "Holy cow! I got you right in the face! Best day of my life!"

"So you've chosen violence... Very well! RrraaAAAHHHH!" And with that battle cry, Reo came scrambling out from his blankets and charged for his brother. Fuyumi briefly considered chiding him for leaving his blankets in the doorway and charging out without a proper coat but opted against it. Instead, she moved the blankets further inside, stepped out herself and closed the door behind her.

She spotted Keigo over by the large oak tree in the corner, his back facing her, Hibari's bright pink wing mittens just barely visible over his left forearm and Isamu hovering in the air just beside his father. While he wasn't an expert yet, Isamu's wings were large enough for him to hoist himself into the air for a good but short bit. She moved along to join them, briefly glancing over to watch as the twins tussled about in the snow a few feet away. "Birb! Dada, birb!" Hibari's voice cried in delight and wonder, quiet chirps coming from where she pointed.

"There's a lil birdie in there, Daddy!" Isamu gasped in quiet awe, fluttering up just a bit more to get a better look.

"That's right, buddy! It's a little sparrow. They're wintery birds, just like Hibi," Keigo agreed, tilting his head down to nuzzle his cheek affectionately against the toddler’s in his arms. Fuyumi giggled at the excited squeals he got for that.

"That's part of why Daddy calls Hibari his little sparrow," she chimed in, grinning wider when they turned to face her.

"Mommy!" Isamu gasped. He dropped back on to his feet and rushed over, arms looping around her waist as best they could and burrowing into her. "I missed you, Mommy."

She smiled and shifted to pick him up, settling him on her hip. "I missed you, too, Isa," She pressed a kiss to his forehead before turning her attention to Keigo.

“Hey,” he hummed, stepping closer to pull her close and kiss her. She hummed happily and kissed back eagerly, letting one hand slide up along the shoulder of his coat. When they pulled back, she blinked to dislodge a few snowflakes that had snuck past her glasses. “How was your day?”

“It was fine. Glad to be home, though,” she mused, leaning forward to give him another quick peck. She beamed when she saw how his feathers ruffled a bit from the quick affection. Even after years of marriage and four children, she still found how flustered he’d get to be achingly endearing. "Hibari's wings doing better today?"

He nodded and gently bopped his hip to bounce the tot, causing her to giggle. "They're still pretty sensitive but it’s still been going down. Today the sensitivity waned enough for me to be able to touch them gently, and she seems to be kinda starting to gain more mobility over them. Should probably be able to start doing those exercises the specialist was talking about in another couple of weeks," he hummed, chuckling as Hibari reached out to grab at a snowflake that drifted by. “Since she was in higher spirits today, I figured a little time in the yard would be fine, get her some fresh air. Little miss isn’t exactly fit to be cooped up all day.”

Fuyumi smiled as she reached out a hand to tuck a loose strand of hair back under Hibari’s hat. “That’s true. She’s such a curious baby bird, isn’t she?” she mused. Hibari, despite being nearly two, had already proven that her curiosity was vast. So many times they’d had to stop her from getting into somewhere or something she shouldn’t be, eager to point and let out a little questioning noises.

Hibari giggled at the affection before perking up and glancing over Keigo’s shoulder to watch as Reo flipped Kaito over his shoulder, clearly intending to throw him into a nearby snowman, only to be halted by a small flurry of red feathers swarming them. “Boys, keep the rough housing down. We don’t need any emergency room trips tonight,” Keigo said patiently. His feathers shifted to grab Kaito and put him back on his feet properly.

Reo huffed. “He started it! I wasn’t doing anything and he threw a snowball at me!” he yelped, pointing at his twin.

“Kaito, you know how Reo feels about the cold. Be respectful,” Fuyumi chirped in.

Reo flashed a smugly satisfied grin at his twin, who responded in turn with a raspberry. “I’m going inside and crawling back into my blankets! And I’m not coming out until it’s time for donburi!” With that announcement and another small huff, he began marching his shoe-less self back inside, swiping at his crimson locks to dislodge some of the settling snowflakes.

“Coward!” Kaito called after him, trying to toss another handful of snow at him but instead only succeeding in slipping. He would have hit the ground if Keigo’s feathers hadn’t been lingering about, just in case.

“Kai so silly!” Hibari giggled, peering up at her parents.

“Yes, he is,” Fuyumi hummed before looking back over to Keigo. “So donburi tonight?”

“Ah, yeah. I wanted to do something that shouldn’t take me too long to prepare and would be warm, considering the kids were all mostly outside,” he explained. A gust of wind picked up around them, causing one of Keigo's wings to shift and curl around Hibari to protect her better.

She still visibly shuddered and pushed closer to him. "'S bbbbrrrrrr!" she squeaked.

"It's very bbbrrrr, sparrow. Let's all get inside and I'll make some warm, yummy dinner for us all," he said. He glanced over at Kaito, who was reaching again for a handful of snow, but dropped it when he realized he was being watched. Keigo slowly quirked an eyebrow in amusement as their second oldest started the slog to the patio, clapping his hands together to remove the remaining bits of snow from his mittens. “Thanks for making a better choice there, buddy.”

Kaito grumbled something in response as he marched his way up, then shrieked when Reo suddenly leapt out from around the corner, grabbing his brother and starting to drag him further in. Hibari gasped before starting to squirm. “Daddy, down! Gotta help Kai!” she squeaked frantically. Fuyumi giggled as Keigo set her down, watching as she waddled as fast as she could through the snow to follow after her two oldest brothers. “Reo meanie! Stop!”

Isamu whined quietly in Fuyumi’s hold before shifting himself. “You want me to let you down, sweet pea?” she asked.

“Wanna make sure Hibi doesn’t hurt her wingies,” he mumbled, carefully moving with her to stand on his own. “Reo-Nii and Kaito-Nii play too rough sometimes.”

Keigo smiled and reached over to ruffle his hair affectionately. “You’re a great big brother, you know? Looking after your little sister like that,” he praised. Fuyumi felt her heart skip at the shy smile he gave his Dad in return, little feathers fluffing up a bit, expression and stance near identical to her husband’s just a few minutes before. Isamu was the most reserved of their children, seeming to take quite a lot more from Fuyumi, Rei and Shoto, but there were little ticks that were so much his father’s it always lifted her heart.

“Thank you,” Isamu chirped quietly before perking up at a loud squeal from inside. They weren’t sure which one of his siblings it was making the sound, but he was following after them with one good flap from his wings. “Y-You guys, hold on! We gotta get our snow stuffs off first!”

She watched as he disappeared inside too before turning to look at Keigo, watching him disappear with a fond look in his eyes. “They’re really great kids, aren’t they?” he asked, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

She smiled wider and reached up to set both her hands on his shoulders, turning him to face her fully. “I think we’re doing a pretty good job,” she hummed, leaning up to kiss him again as yet another frigid gust whipped around them. He looped one of his arms securely around her waist as he deepened the kiss, one hand coming up to gently stroke her cheek. When they pulled apart after a second she giggled and indicated towards the patio with a tilt of her head. “Shall we?”

“Always,” he purred back, flashing her a grin that was sincere and warm, chasing off the winter chill much better than her coat certainly did.

#crumbles grumbles #Huwumi #my fics #This was a fun one to write!#I haven't done too much with the family dynamic as a whole #So I wanted to show that a bit #Since I think it's fun

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detectivesplotslies · 4 years

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The Monster’s Lair

Description: The game is over, but is it ever really gone? When you come home, the traces lurk, like monsters in the shadows.

A gift for @__shslprince on twitter for the SaiOu Winter Exchange 2019! Some postgame vr au, where we’re tired but still here.Some home interactions, post game musings, little angst, lil fun. Word Count: 2471

Read on AO3 here

The interview today was tiring. Being the man who ended DanganRonpa, you’d think that it would put an end to the media tirade as well, but if anything the number of requests and invitations to speak just kept going up. And “end” itself wasn’t even very accurate or conclusive, given the company was still vying for support. Whether they claimed they were in the right or not, it probably wouldn’t change, regardless of how many interviews he did. Still he went. Sometimes Maki came with him, and they stood as a united front. Himiko disliked making public appearances herself, but even managed a few of the more serious ones. She knew just as much as they did how important it was for the others. Shuichi was always more confident when they were there to back him up. When the words died in his throat, one would jump in and make the point he trailed off with.

The three of them never asked the others to come to interviews. Even if Kaito and Kaede both volunteered more than once to help. They had enough to deal with, with their privacy signed away. All the others who suffered in game deaths also had physical therapy to eat up their time. Coming out of the game unscathed seemed impossible. No, Maki always made sure that Kaito knew they were okay, that this was sidekick business, that the hero deserved a break. She’d gotten so much better at smiling over the past year, working through all the trauma together with them. Kaito had a hard time arguing with her when she was wearing that smile. Plus, Kaito needed to learn to take a step back too.

No, even if they came to the interviews, the one reporters always wanted to grill was Shuichi. The one who stopped the game. The one who suggested it. The ender of DanganRonpa.

Even though they were so wrong.

Walking into the apartment complex’s lobby, finally home from the chill, Shuichi shot off another text, numb fingers tapping away at the screen.

[This time they asked if we were paid by the competition to take the game down from the inside] -- [Does TDR even have a competitor?? I sure hope not] --

There was barely a second before the reply.

--[I should have come with you.]

[True, they wouldn't ask you that one, but I’m OK.]--

Shuichi doubted they even could try to ask Maki that one. The question would die on their lips, taken out instantly by her withering glare. But that probably wouldn’t help either.

[Too tired to cook though. Do you guys want to come over & do something tonight? Or does Kaito have another session with physio? Group session was Sunday though, right?]--

The elevator dings, and he stepped in, selecting his floor and waiting. He’s glad no one else is in it, he hasn’t had to meet the neighbours really and has no intention. His only pleasant shared elevator ride was the was a black lab pup out for a walk, and the person with the dog had been a hired dog walker. His floor arrived and the doors opened as his phone buzzed again.

--[We’re both free tonight, I’ll let him know. He doesn’t get a say in the matter, he needs to get out of the house before I lose him under the mess of plants. He got two more this week.]

Shuichi grinned, and reached in his pocket and approached the door, sending off a last message before pocketing the phone as well.

[For once the sidekicks do the dragging then.] --

A few false starts, a jangle of keys, a click, and the apartment door swung inwards. Shuichi walked in, noticing the lights were all out. Quietly he placed his keys and bag down on the counter of their kitchenette as his eyes adjusted. It didn’t look like anyone was home, but he was sure that there was nothing scheduled today.

“Hello?”

The darkness slowly refined itself into the familiar space. Scattered mail on the floor, unopened. Boxes of half unpacked possessions pushed against the wall. A tight maze of cheap furniture they’d acquired that was quite snugger than planned for the size of the place. It was a single afterall. The crutches by the door told him what he needed to know though.

Sliding his shoes off, Shuichi walked in, leaving the lights off for the time being. The blinds were closed too, so he assumed that darkening their apartment was deliberate. He shed his winter coat finally, tossing it haphazardly on the couch while inspecting the scene. A few empty plastic bottles littered the couch and one rolled away on the floor as his foot nudged it from its spot fallen beneath it as well. With a small huff, Shuichi squinted around in the dark, looking for their waste basket. As he spotted it he remembered they’d used it as a stand for the fern Kaito got them as a house-warming gift by the window. Months ago. No wonder they were drowning in trash. He reached around on the floor through the mess and found an unused plastic take away bag, and began to fill it idly as he looked for more signs of why it was quiet and dark in here. Receipts, wrappers, a paper napkin or two. He paused, however, at the end of their sitting room table as he saw something. Even in the dark the broken ceramic and stain were obvious on the floor.

The mug he had made his cup of coffee in that morning, only to forget here half finished and sitting out to get cold as he left, lay in pieces where it shattered on the floor. Coffee soaked the nearby rug, while still pooling and puddling between there and the table. Shuichi felt a chill run down his spine, backtracking out of the room with new urgency.

“Kokichi?!” He hurried to the bathroom door to turn the knob. It wasn’t locked and flew open. Their clutter inside was all intact. Seemingly unoccupied. Confirming that with a glance in the tub, he spun back around, back out in the apartment. He did a quick check of the closet then finally towards the last unsearched place. The bedroom.

The door was ajar, and Shuichi stepped into it, darker than the other room, no windows on this side of the apartment. In the bed, there was a lump under the covers, and his shoulders slumped in relief. He stepped carefully past the wheelchair that was waiting near the door, and towards the bed. It was slightly suspicious his shout hadn't woke him with how light a sleeper he was. He reached the bed and went to pat the covers.

Something icy and cold grabbed him by the ankle as he did.

Shuichi yelped and pitched forwards, the trash bag in his other hand tumbling to the ground. He landed on the bed, and the bundle of blankets squashed beneath him, to his surprise. Reaching around he discovered it was just pillows and laundry. Taking a moment to catch his breath, his thoughts were racing back to him with their conclusion. Turning around on the bed where he landed, he swung his head down to peer under the bed. Just barely in the darkness he could make out a pale face turned towards him and a hand creeping right around the edge of the shadow from the mattress. Kokichi was just lying there on his back, as if he were on top of the bed, rather than below it. Shock gave way to confusion.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“Cause I wanna be on the floor. Jeez, Shuichi, it’s not that hard, is it? Do I look like I fell down here?”

Shuichi blinked. No, he didn’t really look like he could have fallen all the way under the bed, that was true. There was no sign of physical distress. Still, that didn’t make it routine.

“I suppose not. But under the bed?”

Kokichi’s face in the dark stretched into a grin.

“Where monsters live.” Shuichi frowned and opened his mouth to object- but Kokichi continued, grabbing for the fallen trash bag and pawing through it.

“Every good monster hides under beds in the dark. And collects trash, so you must have brought me an offering! You know, your face is red! Didn’t know you liked monsters that much, you should have said so! I’d have told you I was one earlier.”

Rolling his eyes Shuichi pulled himself back right side up, before stepping off the bed and dropping to the floor as well, pulling himself under the bed. Kokichi backed up, swatting at him with one of the empty Panta bottles. Undeterred, he stopped only after wedging himself entirely under their bed, face to face with the other man. He could see him watching his face, wielding the bottle in a ready position. The grin wavered, becoming a sharp line as he waited. Eventually, Shuichi was the one to break the silence.

“I thought monsters were supposed to devour anyone who came into their lairs?” Shuichi’s face was completely serious, though there was no fear in his question. More of an academic inquiry.

“Only those deemed unworthy.” Kokichi’s grin returned, and he bonked Shuichi on the forehead with the empty plastic bludgeon.

“Well, then you should get to devouring, I am an unworthy boyfriend who leaves his dishes out all over the place carelessly.”

Kokichi broke eye contact, grip tightening on the cap of the bottle. The hand trembled a bit. Shuichi didn’t need him to say what happened. It probably fell when he was putting it away. Just a slip, a quiver. It was getting better, sure, but there were good days and bad days. And he knew that it was up to him to notice the bad ones himself.

The reporters were wrong. Shuichi was never the one that stopped the game. Sure, he and the others had been the last standing, and had seen it through to the end. They did it not knowing what they were shutting down, or even who to expect on the other side. But he had never been the one aiming to stop the game in its tracks. Plenty of others had, Kaede, Kaito, Rantaro and most determinedly, Kokichi. If Kokichi hadn’t tried so hard, they’d probably have run the course until the end without questioning it.

But Shuichi knew that being given credit here was hardly a reward. It was a role saddled with constant prodding, constant examination and criticism. Stuck eternally picking up the pieces of something they’d broken, even if breaking it was for the better.

Kokichi didn’t need to be picking up the pieces he broke when someone else set it up. Whether it was in here or out there.

Shuichi lightly put a hand on the bottle, halting the shake travelling up it. “Well if the monster doesn’t plan to devour me, does he want something else?”

Kokichi opened his mouth but was beaten to the punch as a gurgling sound came from his stomach. The look of betrayal as he glanced down at it made Shuichi snicker.

“Come on.”

Shuichi scooted back out from underneath, and reached out for his boyfriend’s hand. With a moment of hesitation the bottle was rolled aside. Kokichi took his hand and was hoisted out of the shadow of the bed. He helped him to his feet, and didn’t say a word about the shakiness, though glanced meaningfully at the chair. Kokichi shook his head quickly. They settled for making it slowly but carefully out of the bedroom to the couch, Kokichi flopping down on it. As the lights flicked on he hissed melodramatically.

Shuichi walked back towards the fridge, frowning. They were getting low on groceries. He pulled out his phone, snapped a picture of what they had and sent off a text quickly.

[Hey Maki, we don’t have much to work with here but going out isn't an option either]-- [IMG304.jpg attached]--

He closed the fridge door. Kokichi frowned at him puzzled.

“Well, what am I gonna devour? You said we’d get something else. Shuichi, are you lying? You know that’s my job. Taking advantage of a monster like that,” Kokichi moaned, some energy returning with his story. He crossed his arms and pouted.

Shuichi stepped back over and sat down next to him, and tapped his chin thoughtfully. His cheeks went red under his boyfriend’s scrutiny, but he managed to get the line out with a straight face when he closed his eyes. “You know, I’ve changed my mind. You don’t need something else. I’m right here.”

There was silence and stillness, and Shuichi started to think his line backfired. His cheeks heated up more, and he opened his eyes to see a red-faced but grinning Kokichi next to him, waiting. As soon as their eyes met, he pounced, and their lips locked. Shuichi’s lashes fluttered as Kokichi leaned right into his lap, hand on his chest. It was warm and sure, no trembling now. He let his eyes shut once more, and ran his hands along Kokichi’s back. He could feel a nibble tugging at his lip and a yank on his tie to hold him there longer. He didn’t fight it. Let the monster devour as he pleased.

They broke apart long enough for Kokichi to mutter, “That was terrible.”

Shuichi’s phone buzzed in his pocket, but Kokichi’s hands were quicker, snatching it and quickly tapping in his password. He stopped wondering how he kept learning it ages ago. His boyfriend’s face went aghast.

“You invited a filthy hero to the monster’s lair?”

“Wh-” Shuichi began as the phone was thrust in his face. There was a text, accompanied with a picture of the noodle place down the street.

--[WE’RE ON IT SHUICHI. LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU WANT. OUR TREAT!]

“Kaito’s bringing food! It’s a peace offering.”

“...Fine, I’ll decide if he’s worthy, if he brings something good.” He handed the phone to Shuichi, but didn’t release his tie, playing with the end of it a bit. Keeping him close. Shuichi tapped in their orders, and let the phone slide loose into his pocket, turning his attention to Kokichi once more as he tugged his 'leash'. A little less ‘vicious’ this time.

The phone buzzed again, and both of them looked at it. There was a semi-blurred selfie, of Kaito, his hair tied in a messy ponytail flashing them a grin & thumbs-up along with the takeaway meal containers, and Maki in the driver’s seat eyes on the road instead of the camera. The pair of them glanced around. Kaito wouldn’t mind the mess but…

“I think we need to get that trash offering back together, even monsters should be better hosts.”

#saiouwe2019 #saiouma #oumasai #ndrv3 spoilers #ndrv3 #postgame #vr au #angst #comfort #recovery #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #kaimaki #as a background ship #fic #my content #my writing

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takonei · 4 years

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Beta AU - Main story: Chapter 2, deadly life (Part 5)

Note of the author: It’s time to end this! And answer the final questions of the trial. Boi this was long. But I’m glad I finished this trial.

Oh and if you’re not comfortable with graphic descriptions of violence, just ctrl+f and put “was dead”. That’s the sign the execution is over.

Chapter 2: The wolf and the lamb - Daily life

...

Shuichi didn’t want to believe this.

“Maki... Even if your target wasn’t Kaede... Why?”

She didn’t respond.

“Hey! I know I’m not exactly innocent in all of this but why?” Miu exclaimed.

“...”

“I think we deserve at least some explanation on your part.” Kirumi said.

“...”

She sighed. “...It’s true. I killed Kaede.” she muttered. “Out of all the people who could have taken the drink it just had to be her- I’m just...”

Her voice cracked. “Why...?”

“Even if your intention was to kill someone else... What pushed you to do this?” Keebo asked.

“I was desperate!” she yelled at him. “My siblings need me! Kaede has family and friends out here waiting for her! I knew she was too pure to try to do anything by herself, even in this situation! She felt so helpless I-” She paused.

“I had to help her. I didn’t want her to get her hands dirty... So I acted alone. I knew she would try to stop me if I told her about my plan. But if I didn’t act quickly someone else would have taken advantage of her kindness and potentially tried to kill her.”

She paused. “... And I ended up killing her. I’m... I’m a monster.”

“... And you didn’t care about who the victim was supposed to be?” Rantaro asked.

She let out a dry laugh. “What’s the use of choosing a victim in the first place? If I won this trial everyone would be dead by now.”

“I didn’t think about it this way...” Kaito looked away.

Miu flinched. This was also what she had in mind when planning the murder.

“But I have to say, there is something wrong in what you said about the killing method.” she admitted.

Shuichi blinked. “Huh?”

“I never knew about Miu’s murder attempt. It was pretty much a windfall. Having someone to blame without even asking for it.”

Miu jumped. “You didn’t know?? But why did you poison the drink then??”

Maki shook her head. “I learned about it at the same time as you all. And the drink was the easiest to sabotage, I saw it in the fridge and it didn’t require me to prepare anything, so that was the best option.”

Rantaro glanced at Tsumugi. “So all of this could have been avoided.”

Tsumugi didn’t flinch. “Don’t look at me like that, it was a theory that could have helped us.”

Miu raised a hand. “No, it’s fine. At least I got this off my shoulders. And I’m deeply sorry this ever happened.”

Kirumi changed the subject. “May I ask, Monokuma...”

She turned to him. “Why were Maki and I’s motive videos exchanged? Supposing we’re the only two in that situation.”

The Monokubs started sweating. “W-Well-” Monotaro was shaking.

The black and white bear took out his claws. “Yes, why indeed, when I asked you to give them to their respective owners, did those two get switched?!”

Monophanie couldn’t form a sentence before puking on the ground.

Monosuke fixed his glasses, looking away. “I-it was an accident I’m sure-”

“Geez! Monosuke! You should clean your glasses more often!” Monotaro put his paws on his sides.

“So a pure accident then...” Rantaro muttered.

“You all talk about feelings and everything but that’s boring! I want to tell you all a lil’ something!”

Monokuma interrupted the silence.

“What do you want?” Ryoma glared at him.

“Well, it turns out that someone here knew who the culprit was and didn’t even bother saying anything during the entire trial!”

Almost everyone jumped at the bear’s declaration.

“Wait, I thought Kaede was supposed to be the one being the indirect accomplice!” Kaito exclaimed.

“I don’t have anything to do with this! I didn’t tell anyone about my plan!” the tailor countered.

“Kirumi~” Angie tilted her head to the side. “You knew a lot about this, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t know Maki was the one who did it. I was only confident when the main suspects were only us two.” she replied.

Miu was confused. “But why didn’t anyone say anything??”

Shuichi glanced at everyone, hoping to get an answer...

When his eyes landed on Kokichi.

He was abnormally pale, and slightly shaking. There was guilt written all over his face.

“Kokichi... Do you know something about this?” the blue-eyed teen asked.

The smaller boy jumped at the accusation “I-...”

All eyes were on him now. Maki was probably the most confused one. It’s clear the two never talked about this.

“It’s my fault. It’s my fault Kaede died i-it’s my fault Miu was accused and-and it’s my fault e-everything went wrong it’s m-my fault-” he started rambling, dropping to his knees, hands on his head.

Himiko went down and put her hands on his shoulders. “Kichi!-”

“DON’T TOUCH ME!”

He violently shook Himiko off and took a few steps back. He was breathing heavily, tears in the corner of his eyes. If Shuichi had to guess, he was probably doing a panic attack.

“Kichi...?” the red-haired girl didn’t seem angry, just worried.

“It’s always my fault when something like that happens! If I wasn’t there everything would have been perfectly fine! I’m always the one ruining everything!” he yelled.

“But if Maki did it, how exactly is this your fault?” Shuichi asked.

Kokichi looked at him for a few seconds, then nervously laughed.

“B-Because... You all forget that my very own existence is problematic... I tried to warn you all but... T-This always end up with death and suffering, i-it’s my fault...”

Rantaro pondered for a moment then seemed to get it. “Are you talking about your talent?”

Miu frowned. “What does his talent have to do with anything?”

Kokichi hid his face in his knees, trying to make himself smaller. “Maki poisoned the bowl and left the victim to chance, right? It’s only natural the one she tried to protect would end up being the one dying...”

He paused.

“... That’s the ultimate karma for you.”

Kaito raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Wait, so you’re saying that because Maki tried to kill one of us... You simply existing made her plan fail and made Kaede the victim...?”

He nodded, refusing to look at the biker in the eyes.

Kiyo looked at Shuichi. “So that’s what you wanted to tell us about during the investigation?”

Shuichi’s eyes widened in realization.

---

“Wait, Kiyo, Shuichi…”

The two turned around.

“What is it, Kokichi?”

He looked like he was wondering something. “I… Think I’ll tell you two, but please don’t tell anyone else.”

He took a few seconds to compose himself. He took a deep breath but…

“Nevermind. Forget it.”

Kiyo noticed his breathing was heavier than usual. “Are you su-”

“Kichiiiiiiiiiiiiii Kiyo and Shuichi! We’re waiting for you guys!” Himiko yelled from just outside the lab.

“We’ll discuss it later. Let’s go.”

---

He silently nodded.

“I realized the moment Maki looked at Kaede’s body. I knew she had tried something and it ended up going against her. I wanted to believe that wasn’t the case but...” he paused.

“...That’s just how things are. I’m a parasite always ruining people’s lives and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.” he muttered, his voice muffled.

“I know I should just stop existing for the sake of everyone... But I never had the courage to actually end it all.”

The group stayed silent. Maki didn’t even say anything. She didn’t even look like she was blaming him, which was a good thing, considering his current state.

“You’re wrong.” Himiko stood up and approached Kokichi. “You’re not a parasite at all and you can’t say all those things about yourself! Your talent is the ultimate karma but you didn’t choose it! You don’t have to feel bad for people being punished for their bad actions! I know you feel responsible since your talent is about indirectly punishing bad people...”

She extended her hand to him. “... But as long as we don’t do bad actions, nothing can stop us, right?”

He lifted his head and looked at her.

“And if we do good actions, that’s double the reward!” she smiled brightly at him.

He looked at the ground for a moment and slowly approached his gloved hand to Himiko’s. He hesitated for a moment, but took it.

After standing up, Kokichi brushed the dust off his hoodie. He turned to Maki but couldn’t look her in the eyes for long. “... I’m sorry. I’m not stupid, I know it’s my fault Kaede ended up the one dying. But... No one can say that one life matters more than another... At least that’s what I think.”

Maki couldn’t even say anything. She clenched her fists but let it go shortly after, and crossed her arms under her coat, looking away.

“It seems like our blackened hasn’t got anything else to say!” Monokuma broke the silence.

The girl in question lifted her head, her back turned to Monokuma and his podium.

Shuichi could see fire in her eyes. She looked determined... To do what?

The remaining monokubs commented, saying that it was their favorite moment.

It was time for Maki to get executed.

“I... Refuse to die.” she muttered.

“What’s this? I didn’t quite hear you!” Monokuma tilted his robotic head to the side.

“I will survive no matter what. Even if Kaede is dead because of me... She wouldn’t have wanted me to die.” she continued.

“You know the rules! The blackened must get punished!”

“AND I SAID I WILL SURVIVE!!!” she yelled desperately.

Everything went so fast.

Maki ran towards Monokuma. The bear didn’t have much time to react when-

She took out scissors from under her coat and stabbed him in the red glass eye.

The robotic bear started beeping and Maki threw the bear across the room before he exploded, shattering the stained glass.

The ground started shaking, the spotlights from behind the glass and huge rocks falling in the courtroom.

The Monokubs were panicking, much like everyone else.

An alarm suddenly went off, the lights started flickering and the giant screen which had indicated Maki’s guiltiness earlier turned on.

“Puhuhuhuhu... It looks like we’re having a few technical difficulties! Everyone, please calmly exit the room using the following stairs!” Monokuma said through the screen, and a green light next to the elevator started flickering, reading “Emergency exit”.

So many questions ran through Shuichi’s head, but his attention was caught by the Monokubs.

“This is bad- blurughrugh!” Monophanie puked.

“But we can’t let the blackened escape, this is punishment time!” Monosuke yelled.

“Papa!” Monotaro was still focused on the spot Maki threw Monokuma at.

“WE-MUST-FOLLOW-THE-RULES.” Monodam said.

“Maki!” Himiko yelled when she saw the girl running towards the stairs and climb them 3 steps at a time.

“I’m not dying here! I will escape!!” she yelled through the noise.

“LET’S-GIVE-IT-EVERYTHING-WE’VE-GOT. IT’S-PUNISHMENT-TIME.” Monodam jumped on Monokuma’s seat, taking the toy hammer and pressing the small red button with it.

GAME OVER

Maki has been found guilty.

Time for the punishment!

Maki ran up the stairs, finally reaching the exit, right next to the elevator in the shrine of judgement.

(BGM -Yes it’s not a DR execution theme I know-)

While she expected outside to be dark because it would have been nighttime by now, she actually could see nothing but darkness, and not even the night sky. It was like she wasn’t even outside, just in another room that wasn’t where she was supposed to be.

Her vision was limited to only a few meters around her. The rest of her surroundings were pure darkness.

Suddenly an arrow was shot out of nowhere, slightly cutting her thigh.

Kagome Kagome Ultimate tailor Maki Harukawa’s execution: Executed

She ran as fast as she could.

More arrows were shot out of nowhere, most of them missing but some of them cutting her in various places.

The adrenaline rushed into her body. She couldn’t stop running, even though she had no idea where she was going. There were no walls anywhere, she could just feel the grass beneath her feet.

As Maki kept running, she felt an arrow piercing her left palm. But she remembered that taking it off would only make things worse, so she left it. She felt another arrow piercing her right wrist.

She desperately kept running. More arrows cutting her the more she slowed down because of her injuries.

Once she felt two arrows piercing her ankles, the pain was too much and she fell to the ground.

Maki tried to crawl to move, but another arrow shot her in the back.

Panting, on her knees, she put her right palm to the ground to breathe, but felt something on the ground.

Something thin she hadn’t noticed.

It was a string, connected to one of the arrows that pierced her. That was the case of all of the arrows in her body.

Before she could reach for the arrow in her left hand, she felt tiny spikes stabbing her where the arrows had been.

They weren’t arrows, she realized. They were grappling hooks.

Maki felt her body floating, dragged backwards into the darkness, before abruptly stopping. Her body was now a puppet floating, and she felt an immense pain in every single part of her body.

A spotlight turned on from above, illuminating her injured body.

Now at the mercy of whoever was directing her execution, giving up was the only option.

Maki felt like her body was being cut into pieces, with sharp scissors slicing her everywhere, but she also noticed her outfit being changed as well.

Black boots, purple stockings, a dark purple skirt, a purple jacket on a black, long sleeved shirt, an orange tie and a different hat on her head...

She was wearing Kaede’s usual outfit.

Maki felt tears rolling down her cheeks, and before falling into eternal unconsciousness, felt one last arrow piercing her heart.

Back in the shrine of judgement, the others all came out of the stairs, waiting for something to happen.

The door opened, and in the courtyard was floating the mangled body of Maki, cut from all sides and positioned like a broken marionette.

The students stared in horror at the girl’s corpse, blood dripping from all parts.

Maki Harukawa, the ultimate tailor, was dead.

Tenko’s execution was brutal, but this... This was beyond insane. Shuichi felt sick looking at her.

“Good grief! That woman was a pain to keep in control! Kids these days...”

Monokuma’s voice was heard from behind.

Everyone stared at him.

“Now now! The trial is over and it’s...” he looked at his wrist even though he had no watch. “... 10:20 PM! Now shoo! I have important matters to take care of!”

The was a moment of silence as the students kept staring at the bear.

“What? I said shoo! Shoo! Go to sleep!” he said, gesturing at everyone.

“I thought there was a mastermind among us who needed to create another one of you by themselves!! But we’re all here and you were destroyed?” Himiko exclaimed.

The bear took out his metal claws. “Excuse me! I’m a very autonomous bear and I don’t need some stupid humans to function correctly!”

Everyone stared at each other.

“... Although he is right. We should go to sleep for now. Today has been... Long, to say the least.” Kiyo said, looking down.

Shuichi nodded.

The walk to the dormitory was silent. Shuichi glanced at everyone to see how they were doing.

Himiko had her hood on the head, Kokichi walking next to her as an attempt to confort each other.

Miu and Kaito were walking next to each other, Miu looking at the ground and Kaito patting her shoulder.

“Hey.”

It was Rantaro’s voice. It was low, as a sign Shuichi was the only person he was talking to.

“Hmm?”

“You feeling alright?” he asked.

The boy looked at the ground. “It’s just... Maki didn’t deserve to be killed so... Horribly.”

Rantaro nodded. “... Unfortunately this is the world we live in right now. If we kill someone we must accept what’s coming to us. We have to get together to make sure not let our emotions manipulate us and let another incident like this one happen ever again.”

As much as he hated it, it was the truth.

They reached the dormitories and some of them exchanged a few ‘good nights’ before going to their respective rooms.

Shuichi closed the door and let his body slide down against it. He couldn’t even shed a single tear.

Kaede had put her entire trust into Maki, and Maki ended up accidentally killing her in an attempt to escape together.

Maki did her best to escape, she even managed to get rid of Monokuma for a few minutes.

Why did she still get executed? Was the mastermind behind all of this? They thought it was one of them but was it, really?

He didn’t know, and he didn’t have the energy to think about it.

Shuichi went to sleep as an attempt to forget.

They were going to get through this.

They had to, for their deceased friends.

They had to keep on living.

#ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 au #beta au #main story

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imagine-a-killingharmony · 5 years

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V3 Boys + S/O Sleeping After Big Meal

How about the V3 boys reacting to their s/o falling asleep after a big meal? BTW you did a good job Mod Atua!

im either gonna link the girls version of this later, or forget because im a lazy son of a heck doing most of this on mobile.

also thanks for the praise fhdhdjduhddjshaaa

-Mod Shuichi

Kiibo

Kiibo was just... watching you eat, like normal since he didn’t have the ability to eat himself, so he... watched, it felt slightly unnerving but you had talked to him while you were but...

He felt slightly jealous he had to admit, you were eating a lot for today, more than usual at least and... yawning a bit more than usual too- ohmygodyousuddenlyfellasleep.

“S-S/O?!” OHNO!!! HEWASNTPREPAREDFORYOULEAVINGHIMALONETOTHINKOFANSOLUTIOOOON!!!

“AAAAAAA” What does he do?! WHAT DOES HE DO?!

“aaah-?” You blinked, yawned again and stared at him screaming, which wasn’t helping you take a nap...

“AAAAAAAAAAAA”

“kiibo what the hell are you doin.”

“AAAA- S—S/O! You just fainted on me, I was frightened to say the least, how could you just suddenly fall asleep on me like that...?”

You blink, so that’s what you were doing, god wish you could do it some more, you pick yourself up, apologizing quietly, before getting lectured by your boyfriend who can’t even sleep about the importance of it.

Shuichi Saihara

You had went out to a cafe he had recommended to you, it was a calming place really, everything about it had been quite... relaxing indeed...

Really relaxing, then the food was really good too, the best part was watching Shuichi sip at the tea (extra sugar too.) he ordered and talking with him...

So... So calming, your heart felt at rest, so... a lil’ nap wouldn’t hurt right? You slunk down towards your seat, and began to go to bed...

Shuichi... noticed quickly, he wondered if he should have woken you or just left you to sleep, but you looked really... at peace.

He held in, placing his coat over you as you quietly rested over the table comforted by the newfound warmth.

Shuichi even pulled your plates away so you could sleep comfortably, it wouldn’t be too good for your back though so he would have to allow it for only a bit longer...

“shuuuuichiii,,, wub... yooou...”

...

“I love you too.”

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma Hoshi has never cooked for you before, so it was a real surprise when he told you he made something just for you, and only you.

You had to approach this calmly, savor every living moment of it, especially since Ryoma seemed doubtful about the entire concept- you could see it with how he was... pulling his hat down as you ate... so you had to... for Ryoma!

Trying to eat as much as you could, was it a pain? Somewhat, but it was for his sake so you pulled though, and though!

Wasn’t like his food tasted bad either, it was good! Not great? But good.

“Yaaaawn....”

Wow, was it always so tiring to eat this much? It is, isn’t it. Oh my god.

You did not think this though, you set towards the table about to bash your head against it, but a soft mushy feeling stops you...

“... Jeez, are you okay? I didn’t do anything to the food... you got a long way to go, I can’t believe ya’ fell asleep after that...”

You drift off to sleep before you can respond...

Waking up, it’s on the top of your couch, you have a blanket over you and everything... what were you doing? It felt important...

Meh. You go back to bed for at least five more minutes...

Kaito Momota

Kaito was already worrying, entirely about the bags under your eyes, you wearily explained how you just stayed up last night... but Kaito could see why, night is when most of the stars come out! How can he hold that against you?

Then you tell him you didn’t have breakfast either, well- damn, that makes it so he gets something for ya’, he had some leftovers from yesterday so it’s no big deal!

Wasn’t like the food he brought out was that bad either, he’d promise he try to get something better for you if you didn’t like it, so you took what you got and... ate, problem solved-!

Luminary of the Stars fixes everything yet again!

... then you fell asleep, at the table.

Kaito didn’t... notice at first, until he looked at you real closely, that didn’t worry him though, he just swooped you in his arms...!

Kaito’s genius plan? Simple, both of you on the couch, both nap, both happy and well-rested! Genius.

That’s right, he’s taking a nap with you, you can’t argue against it!

Kaito would put his jacket over the two of you, and huddle close to his favorite person on the world, grinning to himself.

Sweet dreams!

Rantaro Amami

Oh boy... he came over just cuz’ you invited him for lunch, how could he possibly refuse?

He really wasn’t expecting to have you fall asleep after eating everything you prepared... well, this wasn’t all that planned out at all.

He shook you into a semi-awareness, of course he would, what else would he do?

Sleeping here isn’t good, it’s bad for your back.

“C’mon S/O, I’ll bring you up to your bed just stay with me for a second or two...”

“nnnnooo...”

“Should’ve thought about that before sleeping on me, hm? We can have a date another time.”

He takes ahold of your shoulder, hup, he carefully brings you up to your bedroom, then place you on the top of the bed.

Rantaro texts you later upon the whole endeavor, thankfully it’s as simple as that, he even plans a proper lunch date for another time.

Gonta Gokuhara

You had been practicing day and night how to properly eat with most silverware, you hadn’t known half about this until now but you and Gonta had been invited to an important party, so you both tried to get into your most tip-top gentleperson personas as you could!

What you forgot was, people need sleep to function, it’s just the natural order of things, sleep is needed to live.

It didn’t help you were already tiring yourself out with telling your precious gentle giant about how to be on his best behavior, what not to do...!

...

You didn’t mention sleeping, it was right after the meal, you couldn’t take it so... you fell asleep.

Luckily enough, beside your side was Gonta who saw you tip over towards his side, leaning on his shoulder letting out a quiet snore...!

Gonta picked you up into his arms, excusing you and himself from the formal party, while being gentlemen important, S/O matters first!

Kokichi Ouma

Everything about it? Suspicious, Kokichi called you over tomorrow, that usually meant he was trying to prank you in someway, so you kept your guard up...

You ended up not sleeping a wink out of pure terror.

He promised that wasn’t the case, does he really have the face of a liar S/O?

Kokichi just wants to love-love his precious soulmate he even made you a meal... so you... dropped your guard, a mistake, an awful mistake.

You felt your eyes start to close, your boyfriend asking if your dying on him, then the world becoming nothing more than a swirl as you give in to the land of rest...

...

You wake up in the front of your house without anything but a note on the top of your head to tell you what’s happening, or what just possibly happened to get you here...

“dropped you off I dunno where ur keys are tho lol, so I dropped you off in front of the house :P”

It says that... despite... how your boyfriend knows how to lockpick, that son of a...-!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

How fascinating, he didn’t think it was true, right now you were snoring on his table, holding onto a lone fork in front of a large meal that had been prepared...

Korekiyo has wondered if such a thing was possible, indeed it had, he believed he’d read a book upon a myth about a princess eating an apple, before falling asleep only to be waken by true love’s kiss but...

No your only asleep, he can tell you can easily wake with how sluggishly you groan whenever he shakes you slightly, Korekiyo stares down at you, takes out his notebook and pen then begins to write down your sleeping patterns, it’s useful to have this information on hand afterall...

Yes, quite interesting to know indeed if the two of you ever come to share a bed if you come to live together...

You continue to sleep, blissfully unaware of the world around you, nor the man writing how your currently snoring.

#mod shuichi #mod shumai #ndrv3 imagines #ndrv3 x reader #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #rantaro amami #ryoma hoshi #kaito momota #kiibo #korekiyo shinguuji #gonta gokuhara

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college-au-masterblog · 5 years

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Title: Match my Breath

Chapter 4: A Spark

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Kokichi and Shuichi keep their mouths moving but fail to talk, again.

Content warning: Explicit sex, implied sex as self-harm. Under the cut, there is self-harm, panic attacks, self-hate, and internalized victim-blaming.

Additional tags: College/Grad school AU, Trans characters, miscommunication, nipple play, oral fixation, kink discovery, body worship, breath play

Notes:

Finally finished the latest chapter to this fic!!

The chapter is pasted under the cut, but if you read I would love if you commented on Ao3! I’m still p new to fic writing and would love feedback.

Thank you to @dietshuichi my love, pall, and collaborator. I put the breathplay in 4 u.

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Kokichi pushed Shuichi lips first, hands quickly pressing onto his cheek, pushing up underneath his shirt. Shuichi had to hold his arms out to avoid tripping over his own feet. Kokichi's kisses were rapid yet purposeful, starting shots for a race with a visible finish line; Kokichi barreled forward.

Shuichi's lower lip had just been sucked into Kokichi's violent mouth when Shuichi pulled back, teeth scraping against him in the process. They didn't speak, but it was far from silent. Kokichi watched straight-faced and wide-eyed as Shuichi pulled down his shirt and attempted to catch his breath.

Well, this is going to be even quicker than I thought, Kokichi mused as he braced himself for the familiar rejection he sought.

But Shuichi didn't shout or scoff or laugh. Kokichi thought Shuichi might retaliate, and winced as he maintained eye contact and raised his open palm. But his hand moved past Kokichi's head and onto the door, pushing it closed.

The door. Which had been open.

Oh.

Shuichi smiled too gently and spoke, "Ah-a, hi."

CLICK

Kokichi heard the lock behind him close, then the deadbolt, and the other deadbolt.

Shuichi had a thing for security.

Once the door had been properly closed, Shuichi wrapped his arms around Kokichi's waist. He bent at the knee to get to an appropriate angle and spun so that his back was now to the door, practically lifting Kokichi in the process. Kokichi hated himself for letting his weight fall onto Shuichi's welcoming arms.

Shuichi's smile refused to falter as he continued,

"Now, what the fuck are you wearing?

Oh.

Right.

Kokichi had forgotten about his ingenious solution for February ho-ery and had just dommed up his crush in a hot pink, floor-length, fluffy, marshmallow coat.

The walking sleeping bag.

Kokichi continued unphased. "Only my sleekest seduction wear. What? You're too good for "Baby's First Snow" couture? Slaying in Sleigh-bells? Marsh-my-Mello and puff me up Zaddy.

Shuichi broke into laughter, and Kokichi took the pause in active conversation as an opportunity to reflect. Anything to drown out that laugh.

Admittedly, Kokichi had been focused on other things. In fact, despite the physical nature of his actions, he had intentionally separated himself from his body. The point of this wasn't to feel. It was to stop the feeling.

But why did Shuichi have to look at him like that?

His detective was clearly amused.

But more importantly, he wasn't his.

Kokichi looked up at Shuichi with mischievous eyes and then turned his gaze downwards towards his own body, inviting Shuichi to do the same. Kokichi pulled on the zipper and revealed what he was wearing underneath, certain that Shuichi would be more enthralled by what he wasn't wearing.

When Kokichi glanced up again, he was pleased to see that this time, Shuichi's eyes hadn't followed along. Instead, they were lingering somewhere closer to Kokichi's thighs. Kokichi lowered his voice, "I wanted to surprise you," he stepped out of the coat completely, kicking it behind him with his stride. "Well," He was only inches away from Shuichi now, "Are you surprised?"

The laughter was gone, replaced by heavy breaths and unfocused, hungry eyes.

Before Shuichi could respond, Kokichi gripped the front of his shirt with both hands and slammed into him once again. He pulled Shuichi around pushed them both backward, not stopping until the backs of Shuichi's knees hit the edge of his couch.

With a final shove, Shuichi fell backward onto the plush cushions, eyes wide and arms raised above his head. Kokichi kicked off his shoes, climbed on top of him, and mashed their lips together. Kokichi was relieved to feel that Shuichi was already at least partially erect. This shouldn't take too long, Kokichi assured himself as he aggressively massaged the growing bulge to further expedite the process.

Kokichi tried his best to ignore the hands wandering his own body, save for ducking out of the way when they neared any spot that might be too vulnerable, too sensitive, too difficult to ignore.

Kokichi simultaneously slipped his tongue into Shuichi's welcoming mouth and fumbled with the other man's pants, eventually releasing the button and undoing the zipper. Kokichi pulled Shuichi's pants down just enough to expose his cock. Shuichi gasped at the sudden shock of cool air, only to fall back into a moan as Kokichi stroked his erection.

As soon as his dick felt suitably hard, Kokichi lifted his torso up, pushed his sturdy black underwear to the side, and moved to ride Shuichi, when he was stopped by a trembling hand. Shuichi had lifted just enough to push Kokichi's hips aside. His expression was decidedly concerned as he furrowed his brows at Kokichi.

Kokichi paused at the sudden interference before continuing knowingly "Sweet~chi, I've been tested, and this slut is a hundo-P STI free! Now if it's other concerns that have got your briefs climbing up your ass," Kokichi rubbed the space between his stomach and crotch. "With the hormonal situation I've got going on, plus my Lil' Copper Buddy- Let's just say that if you manage to get anything cookin' in this oven, we've got a lot more biblical armageddon-y problems than any clinic could deal with. Anndd on the topic of second comings~.

Shuichi's groaned, his body spasming and mouth opening wide as he felt the tip of his dick enter Kokichi.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw an image that immediately stripped the situation of any pleasure.

Kokichi's face was contorted in pain. He was wincing, steadying himself on the couch with a trembling hand as he tried to force his wholly unprepared body down onto Shuichi.

Shuichi felt his eyes water as he adjusted his hips to separate from Kokichi. Shuichi attempted to reach towards his face, but the moment Kokichi felt him pull out, the grimace was replaced by a charming smirk. Kokichi's face looked at ease.

But his hand was still trembling.

"What's the matter Sweeeechiiii? Hoping to fuck my mouth instead? Nishishi~ One fuck, and you're already bored of that hole? Well, luckily~ I have others."

Before Kokichi could dip his head, Shuichi cupped Kokichi's chin and lifted him up.

Shuichi's experience with sex was undeniably limited, and it was difficult for him to ascertain what was "normal" second hook-up behavior. However, he knew Kokichi well enough to know that this wasn't his normal. Something was up, so Shuichi wasn't.

Adjusting himself back into his briefs and lifting his body back into a sitting position, Shuichi stammered. "U-Um, a-actually," Shuichi knew better than to trust in Kokichi's cool expression. He focused instead on Kokichi's hand as he dug his nails into the side of Shuichi's couch.

Shuichi gave Kokichi what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "I just think this might be fun somewhere more comfortable, you know? I'm, ah, kind of falling off here."

He wasn't lying. His couch was not a stranger to sexual encounters, but like 99% of Shuichi's history, it was limited to solo trips and sized appropriately. Good for a quick release if he got home from work a bit too stressed, or annoyed, or distracted by a daydream he had on the ride home, and just couldn't make it to the bed. Not intended for real-life dalliances with real-life cuties, whose blessed weight pressed against him, and also pressed his back into the less-pleasant hardness of the couch's base. His lanky legs were awkwardly dangling, unable to fit onto the limited cushion space.

Kokichi took in the unbalanced positioning and stated factually, "Hm, I see your point. And I'd much rather see your other point. Welp, Let me just move my cutie Lil' booty over to the floor and you can just-" But he was cut off by Shuichi moving off the couch first.

"I have a different idea- if you don't mind."

Before Kokichi could question him again, Shuichi scooped the smaller boy into his arms and held him up.

"I want to take you to my bed."

Kokichi hadn't prepared for this. Bridal-style carrying was not on the agenda, did not align with their roles, but here Shuichi was, going off-script.

Shuichi's room wasn't very far away, a fact for which Shuichi's un-trained arms were grateful. He really didn't want to be thinking about Kaito right now, but he felt his disappointed presence, chastising him for every weight un-lifted. As he moved through the "hallway," which was really more an extension of the living room/kitchen, his mind flashed images of Kokichi's strained face. Notably, Kokichi, who was always so careful with his expressions, deliberate in his disarming, hadn't tried to conceal the hurt, not until Shuichi pulled away. Shuichi wanted to doubt his own deduction as he connected cruel dots.

He didn't think he had to.

Kokichi didn't think his visible discomfort would dissuade him. Shuichi felt ill. Did people usually fuck him without any consideration for his pain, let alone his pleasure? How many times had it been like this? How many people saw tears in his eyes and kept going?

He held Kokichi tighter as they neared the door. He turned around, used his hip to turn the knob, and walked backward into the space, careful not to bang Kokichi's head. He laid Kokichi onto his bed, allowing his head to rest onto a pillow. Shuichi paused before joining him and traced his fingers back and forth along Kokichi's thighs.

Shuichi took a breath and asked, "Can I undress you?"

He looked to Kokichi for a response and was happy to see a serene expression. Kokichi's mouth was agape, and his eyes were glazed over, pointed in the general direction of Shuichi's lingering hands. The light tickle-scratch touch had soothed him. Then, as if waking from a dream, Kokichi swallowed and blinked up, mouth tightening as he sneered,

"Ugh, FINE. I guess if Shuichi needs a bit more ~visual stimuli~, I can accommodate,"

Kokichi kept riffing as Shuichi pulled off his own shirt and positioned himself above Kokichi on the bed. "Now are we doing this or should I get my outerwear back on, cause I'll have you know that the full marshmallowzation process can take up to ten union minutes and-"

Shuichi kissed Kokichi before he could continue.

Shuichi kissed him laggardly, in defiance of Kokichi's tempo. He found that he had no choice but to submit to the decadent, horrible, sensation.

Kokichi felt the hands he had been dodging traverse his body. One hand cradled his neck, fingers reaching to rest in his hair, and the other started at his thighs and traveled upwards, lingering below his waist and massaging the muscles around his hip bone. Kokichi's moans couldn't drown out the alarms ringing in his head. DANGER.

Too much. Too good.

Not real.

Kokichi might have attempted another snide remark had Shuichi not dragged the hand that was on his neck down to the frayed edge of his cropped shirt. Shuichi pressed his palms flat onto Kokichi's stomach and pushed underneath his top, pushing the fabric up and revealing Kokichi's chest. Shuichi's hands ran over Kokichi's hardening nipples, and the contact incited an involuntary cry. Kokichi spasmed with pleasure, jumping into the touch then falling back, breath heavy, feeling conflicted about Shuichi discovering the extent of his sensitivity.

With the pads of his fingers, Shuichi lightly tapped Kokichi's nipples, testing a hypothesis. Once again, Kokichi whimpered, this time, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to fight against the needlessly overwhelming sensation. Shuichi felt he had likely confirmed his theory, but extra assurance couldn't hurt. He let his fingers rest on Kokichi, rubbing gently in small circles as he spoke. "You're really sensitive here, aren't you?"

Kokichi thought it was a shitty question.

But he didn't say that, couldn't say much of anything when his whole body seemed focused on the minute movements of Shuichi's hands.

Kokichi hated this, or at least, he hated not hating it. He hated himself. He knew this couldn't go anywhere good, and yet he didn't move, didn't want to. He desperately wanted to live in this world, this space where Shuichi cared for him and kissed him softly and didn't let him hurt. He wanted it even if it wouldn't last. He was disgusted with himself for indulging in his sick fantasy.

He hated liars.

But if he was going to hurt anyway,

Kokichi wrapped his arms around Shuichi and pulled him down, fully intending on bringing him into a deep kiss. Their lips met, but Kokichi only had a moment to savor the feeling of Shuichi's tongue entering his mouth before he was forced back with an embarrassing squeal. Shuichi had pinched his chest, hard.

Kokichi absolutely expected Shuichi to be laughing and was surprised to see that Shuichi was just as wrecked as he was. He was just barely avoiding drooling out of his panting mouth. They kept their faces close as Shuchi continued toying with Kokichi's reddened chest, loving the way his fingers could make the other boy cry out into his mouth. Enthused by the desperation in Kokichi's eyes, Shuichi lifted Kokichi's shirt off of him and tossed it to the side. Kokichi compulsively pouted when Shuichi first took those incredible fingers away, but he moaned in delighted relief as Shuichi raked his fingernails down his body, down his arms, over his chest, stopping at the tops of his thigh highs.

Shuichi looked up at Kokichi and stated, "I didn't finish undressing you." Shuichi locked eyes with Kokichi, waiting for the go-ahead. As soon as Kokichi gave him a gentle nod, Shuichi lowered to Kokichi's thighs. Kokichi gasped as he felt teeth scrape against his inner thighs, followed by wet kisses trailing down his newly exposed legs. Shuichi lowered the stockings inch by inch, taking care to cover each revealed bit of flesh with open-mouthed kisses. Kokichi trembled and tried desperately to tune out the lingering warning bells.

He fell into Shuichi, enveloped in his warmth. He knew the spark would come and if he was sinking into tar, he didn't care because, at that moment, it was more than worth the cost of getting burned.

Once Shuichi reached the ends of Kokichi's legs, he quickly pulled off the stockings and kissed the tips of his feet. He was almost entirely naked now. Almost.

Kokichi looked at Shuichi and saw intense determination. He moved purposefully yet tenderly up Kokichi's body, this time, giving him only teasing pecks along the way. Kokichi, selfishly, stupidly, craved more. His legs parted unconsciously, his body revealing the desire his mind wanted to hide.

Kokichi held his breath as Shuichi reached the edge of his underwear.

Kokichi's mind raced. Shuichi could run away, Shuichi could leave, he didn't want to be with him, why would he do something so intimate with a guy who was just an easy fuck.

Shuichi positioned his face in front of Kokichi's clothed cock. His mouth hung open, and Kokichi could swear he felt Shuichi's hot breath against him. They both laid still, waiting, when Shuichi finally spoke out,

"Kokichi. Do you want this?"

Against his better judgment, against himself, against any hope of self-preservation and leaving this situation unscarred, Kokichi whispered,

"Yes."

Shuichi's mouth on him felt more than incredible.

He kissed him firmly over his underwear, flattening his tongue and licking a luxurious stripe up from his entrance to the tip of his cock. Once there, he pressed his lips down to wrap over the sensitive head and suckled gingerly at the obscene wetness.

Shuichi couldn't help but notice how soaked Kokichi's underwear had become, even before Shuichi had his mouth on it. The teasing and kissing had Kokichi pliant and dripping pre, in stark contrast to his earlier state.

Shuichi liked the taste of Kokichi's come, and although having his mouth stuffed with Kokichi's used panties satisfied him in a way he wasn't quite ready to confront, he wanted nothing more than to feel Kokichi's bare cock against his lips.

He gripped onto the elastic and pulled down, careful not to tear the fabric. Kokichi graciously lifted his hips in support, and with that, he was entirely nude. This action reminded Shuichi of the fact that he had somehow momentarily forgotten; Shuichi had hands. Two of them even! And the fact that those hands were not being put to better use was absolutely criminal.

As Shuichi went to lower his head once again, he lifted his hands, relishing in Kokichi's delirious moan when his fingers reached their destination.

All at once, Shuichi pulled at Kokichi's hardened nipples and fervently sucked over his dripping cock.

Kokichi screamed.

Despite his lack of experience, Shuichi felt utterly comfortable and confident licking Kokichi's twitching cock. In fact, he found himself moaning into each kiss, letting his tongue explore, and suckling the soft folds to see what would make Kokichi scream the loudest. Shuichi was swept in complete supplication and all too eager to offer his tongue in worship.

Startled by his own arousal, Shuichi- a detective- was suddenly able to put years of nail-biting, gum-chewing, and lip-worrying together. It only took over two decades and the noble sacrifice of hundreds of ruined pencils.

On the topic of ruined pencils, Shuichi found himself desperately rutting into the mattress. Every lick brought him closer to his own edge. He didn't know how much longer he would last, only that he needed Kokichi, to have Kokichi fill his mouth.

Uncomfortably hard, Shuichi longed for more friction but didn't want to take any attention away from Kokichi. Shuichi compromised by lowering one hand, making sure to offer Kokichi hard, slow laps, to compensate. Shuichi quickly adjusted his cock, bunching nearby fabric into a makeshift sleeve, anything to give him that bit of contact he needed. As soon as he felt there was just enough pressure, he rushed his hand back to Kokichi's chest.

Kokichi was enrapt by the varied sensations, delighting in the way his loud pleasure quieted his ever-racing mind. He lifted his open legs, wanting to give himself entirely to Shuichi, to his perfect little mouth.

As Shuichi rubbed into Kokich's gorgeously firm nipples, he realized with a groan that in the process of positioning his cock, he had coated his fingers in precome. The same fingers that were now making Kokichi buckle and shout. He thought about how Kokichi must look from above, his eyes squeezing tight, biting his lip, overwhelmed with pleasure, and his abused redded chest, streaked with Shuichi's come. Shuichi's legs began to quake, hips moving rapidly. He couldn't come yet, he couldn't not without Kokichi, he needed to taste his come, needed Kokichi to finish inside of him.

He focused all of his attention onto Kokichi, wrapping his lips around him and sucking deeply, pulling Kokichi's cock in with strokes of his tongue. Shuichi flipped the tip of his tongue in the perfect spot, and suddenly, Kokichi thrust his hips up and crossed his ankles in the air. Before Shuichi could react, Kokichi pushed his heels down onto the back of Shuichi's head, forcing him onto his cock and completely cutting off his air.

With that, Shuichi couldn't wait anymore. He came, whimpering into Kokichi. He felt himself make a mess out of his comforter, come sputtering out. He tried to keep his mouth moving but struggled to push through the spasms. As if in response to his misbehavior, Kokichi grabbed Shuichi by his hair, gripping tightly with both hands, and Not wanting to leave Kokichi hanging, he stuck out his tongue and allowed Kokichi to rut against him.

Kokichi felt heat building: need on need. He tightened his grip as he pushed Shuichi's head faster. He wanted so much, felt so much. He looked down and as he saw Shuichi, beautiful Shuichi, pressed into him, so focused on his body. Kokichi couldn't help but come.

He released his grip, and his legs shook upwards. He didn't realize his screams could get so loud, that orgasm could be this intense. He rode out the spasms as long as he could until the sensitivity started to hurt, and he pulled up his legs and rolled onto his side, panting.

- - -

Kokichi kept his eyes closed as he attempted to catch his breath. He lay still and felt himself sink into the mattress. His limp body felt relaxed, but the wetness pooled between his legs was getting a bit icky. Moreover, naked atop the blankets, he was starting to feel cold. He stretched his legs back down and was surprised that he didn't bump into any limbs along the way. He smiled and rolled onto his back, ready to commend Shuichi on his excellent dodging skills, when he froze.

Shuichi wasn't there.

Of course he wasn't.

Why would he be, they were finished.

There wasn't anything else he would want to do with him. Kokichi felt himself shiver and wrapped his own arms around his chest. Kokichi then realized with a start that Shuichi likely wasn't finished with him. His mind flashed to few times he had failed to get a guy off to their liking, not fast enough, not hard enough. Kokichi heard his breath before he felt it; he was breathing rapidly, and the shivers had turned into shakes. He felt a familiar stab of pain in his chest.

This was the exact opposite of what he came here for; he was so pathetic. Kokichi bit into his lip and pressed his nails into his skin. Did he think something had changed? That suddenly Shuichi would see him as anything more than an easy fuck? So pathetic, what? He wanted to be held? Cuddled? Tears welled in his eyes. A freak like him should feel grateful someone like Shuich could stand to touch him, and he couldn't even do that right. He couldn't breathe.

This was worse than burning; he was drowning.

He messed it all up he messed it all up, and now Shuichi was gone.

- - -

Shuchi swore he heard sobs as he approached the bedroom door, fresh sheets in hand. But as he turned the knob, the only thing he could see was Kokichi, bright-eyed and looking no different from when he first entered Shuichi's apartment. In fact, Kokichi seemed to vibrate with energy, jumping forward onto his knees as he exclaimed. "Guess you really live up to your title there, huh Succi? Nishsihi ~ sowwy about all that!" Kokichi kept his hips in the air as he slunk his upper body onto the mattress, resting his weight on his elbows. Shuichi twitched as Kokichi's arms stretched dangerously close to the disgusting mess he really did Not want Kokichi noticing. Kokichi deepened his voice and looked up at Kokichi through his long lashes, spreading his legs further apart. "Now what do you want me to do for you? You can fuck me however you wanna, you know?"

Oh god, Kokichi's hand was about to touch Shuichi's-no please, god no. Shuichi quickly interjected, "Oh! Um, well, I actually think I'm good. And, uh," Shuichi motioned away from the sheets, "I think you should get off the bed."

Kokichi lay still for a moment before leaping off the bed and facing Shuichi with an unnervingly wide grin. "Mmmhmm! Okay! Well, like I said earlier, I'm tooottally fine getting fucked on the floor. I can get on my knees right now-"

Shuichi cut him off, not wanting to linger on the fact that his desperate barely-not-a-virgin ass had finished without even needing Kokichi to touch his cock. "That's really, uh, not necessary." God, Shuichi could barely stand to make eye contact with Kokichi. Shuichi was so fucking gross, how could Kokichi even stand it?

Shuichi began changing his sheets and so caught up mentally enumerating all the reasons why he was disgusting, it took him a minute to realize that Kokichi was unusually quiet. Before Shuichi could comment, Kokichi spun away from him and broke the silence.

"Well I've actually got another guy waiting up for me, so if you've had enough of my services, I'd like to get to my next appointment." Kokichi bent over to pick up his discarded clothing, dressing in fast, tight, motions.

Shuichi tried to keep his body from dropping with his heart. He struggled to hear over the intense ringing before remembering his conversation with Kaito. Kokichi couldn't go like this.

"Kokichi, wait, are you okay?" Shuichi barely managed to get the words out, in stark contrast to Kokichi, who quickly fired his response,

"Never better! But I'll be bad if I'm late and I think I've already been punished enough for one night, so if you'll excuse me Saihara."

This wasn't right, this was not how he wanted things to go. Kokichi couldn't be leaving; they hadn't even talked. Shuichi called out, "Kokichi, wait- wait!" Shuichi reached out to Kokichi and brushed against the crescent indents on the sides of his arms. The contact seemed to spur Kokichi forward, who moved even faster out the door and out of the apartment, picking up his coat along the way but not bothering to put it on. He slammed the door behind him and walked into the hallway, half-naked and alone.

#oumasai #saiouma #danganronpa #drv3 #fan fic rec #trans kokichi ouma #archive of our own #mmbau #match my breath #danganronpa v3 #kokichi #shuichi #n-s-f-w #1 8 + O n l y

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Messiah Akatsuki ‘LIVE’ reaction 1/?

There’s no meaning whatsoever to make a review/impression since Akatsuki’s already an old news by now, but I’m making it anyway.

Why?

BECAUSE I’VE WATCHED THE FREAKING THING FOR ALMOST 29 TIMES.

So you see, I have this super slow internet connection that basically finishes downloading at most 2/3 parts per day (the entire 24 hours). This impatient me decides to join every single part that I can get. It works, and I can watch the stage till the part that I’ve downloaded, but the video becomes corrupt. As a result? I can’t speed forward anything. No jump cuts, no fast forwards, heck only a handful of app can open the incomplete video without crashing.

And therefore I have literally sit through the entire thing for almost 29 times, more than enough info for me to comment on every single thing that happened on the scene. And yes that means I have listened to Mamoru’s sexy panting for almost 29 times.

So below you’ll find me tsukkomiing commenting on every single scene, pointing out tiny things that you might not catch on your first watch, and maybe sometimes not really making sense.

Note: Split it in parts because THE DOWNLOAD IS STILL NOT DONE AT THIS POINT TToTT

Before opening:

Mamoru’s sexy panting

Camera takes a long time to warm up. Many odd shots during Mamoru’s fight which ended up highlighting Tomoru’s not top notch action skill.

But Tomoru’s ability to fall onto the floor is top notch

Kagami’s lack of sensitivity is top notch

Ariga immediately removing his gloves once he heard that Mamoru was safe is a very nice touch

Ichijima’s: “There’s no plan to retrieve you.” “Your messiah’s life or death is unknown.” *leaves* ASSHOLE

You can see a bullet of sweat drop as Mamoru was forced to deal with said asshole

Adore Dr THREE’s “Jikan wa muda da” expression and way of speaking for some reason <3

Intro pace is very rapid, then very chill. Feels like you’re suddenly teleported into an accelerating car, but said car suddenly decelerate to a snail speed in the next instant.

Mamoru I get that you’re very unhinged with Yuuri’s disappearance but holy hell those eyes look like they’re going to pop out.

Opening:

HOLY CRAP THAT SYNC AT THE BEGINNING IS SO COOL

AND THEY HAVE CHARACTER NAMES INTRO–OH GOD THOSE BLUE BLOCKS WHY

Mamoru introduced himself through rolling on the floor

Kagami’s hidden smirk is so freaking cool (props to camera)

Yugi’s super wide stance and super recoil vs firing a tiny gun

Kogure you missed your glasses

Kogure was fighting an enemy before he was thrown to the front in a kneeling position then the 3 seniors took their position standing as if to cover for him at the centre of the stage. Yugi and Miike were at opposite sides of the stage. The position feels symbolic somehow.

Ariga and Mamoru firing at each other’s direction (covering), Kagami in the centre. Hmm…

I see they’ve changed the narrator of the SAKURA rules–THAT’S RYOKI! OHH IT’S THE CADETS NARRATING NOW! (I can only catch Okki & Ryoki’s voice, and maybe Mamoru’s)

Izawa having a recoil so huge from firing a sniper, you can see him bending his knee

Kogure what is wrong with your stance are you incapable of moving your top half separately from your lower half

Holy crap that Yugi kick is so damn awesome!

Now here Mamoru is in the middle and Ariga-Kagami are at the sides

Right after that is blink-and-you-miss-it ArigaMamoru moment lol

Salut not really nailing the slow motion part

Dr TEN totally nailing the slow motion part

*Kuroko came in* *smack smack* two bodies

*Amane Guen Shogo came in* *bang bang* two bodies

Then the old guys appeared, on top of a ‘sea’ of bodies. IT’S SYMBOLIC

Ichijima freaking flipped his badass coat as he walked away

Poor Kogure got to fight in the furthest (deepest) part of the stage you can’t even see him

Kogure drew his gun slowly, Yugi drew his gun rapidly, Miike just shoot.

Mamoru looks super dead as he picked up his gun and shoot

I kinda miss the old opening, but this one’s pretty good too. I’m torn.

Intro of Gen3 cadets:

Miike-Yugi vs Mamoru:

Italy~~–oh wait it’s Miike. His voice is lighter than I expected. Kinda like dark chocolate Italy

Mamoru looking dead tired from all the previous action scenes + dead because of Yuuri

Okki being in super serious mode. Surprisingly it’s very different from what I’ve seen from him so far. Pretty nice.

During the fight, there’s a lot of moments where Yugi and Miike clash. It’s not because they can’t work with each other but rather because they won’t. Yugi immediately shoved Miike aside, preferring to fight alone. Miike passed his gun to Yugi (like 'hold my things for me’) and proceeded to fight alone.

Miike’s doing Echizen Ryoma’s Split Step.

Okki seems a bit hesitant at times, but when he didn’t hold back, pray that he doesn’t accidentally hit you. It’ll be like the 'pat’ he gave to Isogai Ryuko, with 100x more speed.

There was an opportunity for them to fight together, but Miike realized something and decided to step back (just as Ariga was explaining how Miike knows who Yugi is but not the other way around)

Oh so that’s how Miike ended up being on top of Yugi…Huh they did this 20 times… :D

Compared to the footage from the dress rehearsal, Yugi sounded a lot more concerned with Miike’s lack of courtesy, and Miike sounded like he’s more murmuring to himself rather than chiding Yugi.

Wonder why Yugi wasn’t bothered with Miike calling him 'Kotaro’ when he chided Miike for being too casual with the senior Mamoru.

Absolutely love Kagami’s “Baaaka. Senpai namen'na yo.”

Miike’s insensitivity may rival that of Kagami’s. Amazing how Ariga out of all people is the only sensitive one here.

Mamoru looked so fed up with life. Not even in Shibi had he looked this miserable.

Ariga’s ‘Shuuryou da!’ sounds off. Does Izawa have problems with enunciating ‘r’?

Kogure & Ariga-Kagami:

Kogure being plot device to fill in background information on Mamoru and Yuuri. Poor Kogure.

SAKURA still uses pictures from the Shibi days.

Kagami looks like a toy poodle waiting impatiently for his master to play with him on the side of the road.

I’m seeing Izawa rather than Ariga. I wonder if it’s because Ariga’s becoming more human.

Kagami looking so impressed at Kogure’s hacking skill like a kid getting his christmas present.

Kogure hesitated before asking about Ichijima, saying that his question is not something he can find in the server. Wonder why the hesitation…

Kagami weren’t you there in Polor Night (note: I still haven’t watched it as of writing this) when the whole thing with Mamiya happened? How could you still ask Ariga that you insensitive brat#1.

Kagami’s riddle: #1) insert 4 number passcode #2) the pattern unlock thing in android phones #3) slide to unlock

“Ojisan…!” Says Kagami looking happy, confused, shocked, in disbelief, and vengeful all at once.

Kuroko Mamoru scene:

The Church now has an AI. Awesome!

Mamoru’s heartfelt scream is beautiful.

Kuroko: “Kamikita sa~n” vs “Ichi”, and yet the distance between him and Ichi is further than with Kamikita sa~n.

Kuroko’s male voice is also beautiful.

I wonder if Kuroko did a mini ad-lib here by changing his 'prince charming’ question every time.

Mamoru Ichijima scene:

Asshole Ichijima still does that lil fist pump whenever he brought up the graduation mission.

Ichijima seems unusually pissed off. “You have no right to refuse!”

I miss ‘Kuroko’ already.

Ichijima: “It is said that night is the darkest before dawn.” This asshole really has a way with words goddangit.

The first mission scene:

James is so beautiful <3

Okki you’re holding such a tiny gun so far away from you it’s not like the gun’s going to explode on your hand

Romano Salyut totally trashed the Gen3 cadets

MiikeKogure moment#1: Kogure slid on the floor to go and cover Miike.

Kuroko being kinda useless in fighting is a nice touch. He might be one hell of a person before, but he’s trying his best to tame himself, and it’s slowly taking over. It’s very realistic.

Kuroko’s fight has to have the most sound effect (in terms of Kuroko gasping with every single attack)

Also I think Kony is not really made to do action.

The underling guy that got possessed can act pretty well. He’s adorbs.

MiikeKogure moment#2: Kogure went to save Miike who was caught by the enemy.

Kagami being thrown and caught by Mamoru. Kagami being thrown and caught by Izawa. Never knew it’s a three way thing.

Yugi trying to judo flip the enemy and ended up flying. Imagine a pair of ice skater, the one who is being lifted up by the waist. Like that.

Eww Araken guy you’re giving your used lollipop to Salyut–oh ok thank god Salyut didn’t eat it

The only person in this team who will spare a glance at a fallen comrade (Kagami) besides his own messiah is Yugi

The only person who will yell out people’s names in battle other than their own messiah is also Yugi (“Shirasaki-san!” “Ariga-san!”)

KogureMiike moment #3: “Bring the bodies” *Yugi went to carry one body* Kogure: “Miike-san” Miike: “Eh?Ehhhh…”

Now I want to see more KogureMiike moments

Ariga Izawa-Kagami scene:

Sugie can really pull off that fake smile really well

Ariga: “Izuzu…” Kagami: “'Isonson?’ Sounds like first and last name” Ariga->>>Izawa Kagami is very amused by Ariga’s transformation

Kagami: “Call me Itsuki” Izawa: *ONIGAWARA*

Shikura-Guen scene:

Guen’s eyes are permanently as big as Mamoru’s at the opening

Also Guen can totally be Kuroko#2

And he looks like a puppy daww~

Shikura-keibikyoukujichou(?) is such a long title. “Ichijima kakarichou(?)” is already long enough.

Doctors-Mamoru scene:

Kuroko trying to feed microchip into Dr THREE and apologized profusely after that.

Dr TEN: “Sometimes science can be about fantasy” Dr THREE: *Frown + Raised eyebrows*

Dr THREE: “Inside Shirazaki Mamoru’s head, it’s full of Yuuri Kaito” *KUROKO SMACK*

Btw that slipper has some kind of pink ribbon or heart on it

Kuroko doesn’t even normally wear slipper in his caretaker costume so why on earth is he bringing it around

Ichijima can’t deal with Kuroko’s antics lol–oh of course he can by being an asshole as usual

Ichijima really likes to remind those who have lost their messiahs of said fact

With Kamikita, Kuroko feels like an assistant. With Ichijima, Kuroko becomes another Sakura cadet.

During that serious Kuroko moment, keep in mind he still has the pink slipper in his gun holster

#Messiah Project #Akatsuki no Toki #Will refine this with pictures once I can speed forward things

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