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ashsurixsachiki · 2 years

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Make Me.

First time posting tickle fanfiction on this blog. I hope you enjoy! Fandom: Danganronpa V3 Killing Harmony Characters: lee!Kokichi, ler!Kiibo Summary: You should never mess with a robot, and Kokichi Ouma is gonna find out why. [Story under cut!]

Make me.

"...Ouma," Began the robot, obviously irritated by the robophobic comments the self-proclaimed liar had presumably told. With a cheeky grin, Kokichi responded, "Yeeees?" his tone clearly playful and mocking like a mischievous child.

Kiibo sighed, "Would you please just leave me alone?" he asked, tired by the shorter boy's company. "Hmm... Nah! You're fun to tease!" He reasoned, putting his arms behind his head, cheerfully. "What do you want, then?" Huffed Kiibo, displeased by Kokichi's motive, he crossed his arms as he waited for Kokichi's response.

"Hm... Let's see here..." Kokichi started, tapping his chin with his pointer finger, confirming he was, indeed, thinking. "How about the answer to if robots have-" "Absolutely not!" Kiibo interjected before Kokichi could finish his sentence, the human boy started giggling like a child, holding his stomach as he did. "Please refrain from asking such vulgar questions such as that!" Kiibo requested once again, rolling his eyes as he clearly showed he was unamused. Kokichi stopped laughing for make a cheeky response, "Make me."

Suddenly deciding he had enough with the supreme leader, Kiibo made his equivalent of taking a deep breath, considering what to do about this situation; he only wanted peace after all.

Then, an idea, which if Kiibo recalled, Kaede had mentioned to him before, clicked in his mind. It seemed to work perfectly to persuade the boy to have mercy on him. He opened his eyes, and looked back at the nuisance in front of him.

"I will."

One moment, they were idling around each other. The next moment Kiibo had Kokichi in his grasp. "H-hey!" Kokichi instinctively cried, "What are you doing?! Buy me dinner before touching me like this!" he hissed, trying to wiggle his way out of the robot's grasp (Which proved to be futile because it was clear Kiibo had a strong grip despite having the strength of the elder.)

"I'm doing what you asked me to do," Was the only answer Kokichi was supplied with. "I didn't ask you to do th-IHIHIS!!" he suddenly squealed, instantly trying to move away from the mechanical hands digging into his ribs. "—K-kiiboy! Stohohop!!" The shorter boy sputtered out, struggling to stand up from the tickling performed on him. He started to rely all his weight onto the robot when Kiibo spidered all over his lower ribs. "I hope this teaches you a lesson from ceasing to bothering me!" The robot told, sternly, crouching down a bit as he didn't uphold the strength to carry Kokichi. That being said, the aforementioned human boy was incredibly nervous by this turn of events. He supposed he didn't have a choice but to say it; Kokichi Oma was ticklish, and he was deathly about it. To fate, it seemed wonderful someone should find out about it, and Kiibo, out of all people, had to be the second person to find out. (Although, to be fair, he was grateful that Maki or Kaito hadn't found out yet.) "Wahahait! Kihihiboho!!" The raven-haired teenager called, "Stohohohop!!" he said again, unable to stop the giggles interfere with his request. "I'll stop when I believe you've learned your lesson" Kiibo replied, his tone symbolizing he meant it, which, although he would never admit it, heightened Kokichi's nervousness

Kokichi let out a shrill, childish cry when Kiibo scribbled under his arms, followed with loud, music-like laughter. He suddenly threw all his weight onto the robot as he focused on getting out of Kiibo's grasp. Not preparing for this, Kiibo let out a grunt as he sunk to the ground. Then the robot positioned himself, he huffed as he kneeled on the ground with Kokichi laying in front of his torso, who was still in Kiibo's clutch.

"STAHAHAP!! YOHOHOU'VE PROHOHOVED YOUR POHOHINT!!" Kokichi shrieked, kicking his legs in the air as his hands tugged at Kiibo's arms. "PLEHEHEHEASE!!" He squealed, red dusting his cheeks as tears threatened to spill. The scene was both endearing and satisfactory-giving to the robot.

"Let's see. Will you stop pestering me?" Kiibo questioned, his tone lacking its usual seriousness and replaced with playfulness. If Kokichi attempted to look behind him, he could likely see the small smile forming on Kiibo's face.

"YEHEHEHES!!! JUHUHUST ST—" Once the robot loosened Kokichi's checked scarf, he scraped and danced around his neck with his right arm, and the supreme leader suddenly sucked in a deep breath. Then he cried out "K1-B0!!!"

Mildly surprised that the prankster had called Kiibo by his actual name, he observed the boy for any reactions of discomfort or pain. But when it was clear that Kokichi was just extremely sensitive in the area, he continued his onslaught.

"You seem very vulnerable to tickling in this area. Are all humans this ticklish or is it just you?" The robot teased, finally letting his playful side take over him. "SHUHUT UHUP!!" Kokichi retorted, screeching when Kiibo suddenly dug softly on the side of his neck.

Kokichi scrunched up his neck, but it proved to useless as it only trapped Kiibo's fingers in that area. "PLEHEHEEASE!!!" Kokichi plead once again, struggling and squirming like a bug. At points, he would jolt violently whenever Kiibo felt a bit mischievous and let his free hand across Kokichi's torso dig into the pranksters' lower ribs again.

It was when Kokichi's movement weakened, and all he could let out were wheezes, did Kiibo decide to give the poor boy mercy. He let Kokichi pant on the ground, and stood up. Hands on his waist, the robot smiled proudly, "I hope this convinces you to cease bothering me! Mess with me again, and I'll have to get my buzzing function involved!" he threatened, his tone awfully full of pride.

He left the supreme leader to regain his breath, but what he didn't consider when leaving was that as long as this ultimate supreme leader lives on, Kokichi Oma will always have the last laugh.

#tickle fic #drv3 #danganronpa #lee!kokichi #ler!kiibo #k1-b0 #kokichi oma #ana-fandom-fic #tickle

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oumenoweek · 5 years

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Relationships: Oma Kokichi/Yumeno Himiko, Oma Kokichi & Yumeno Himiko Characters: Oma Kokichi, Yumeno Himiko, Akamatsu Kaede, Saihara Shuichi, Harukawa Maki, Momota Kaito, K1-B0 (Dangan Ronpa), Iruma Miu, Amami Rantaro, Chabashira Tenko, Yonaga Angie, Shinguji Korekiyo, Gokuhara Gonta, Hoshi Ryoma, Tojo Kirumi, Shirogane Tsumugi, Naegi Makoto, Maizono Sayaka, Kirigiri Kyouko, Yukizome Chisa, Kizakura Kohichi, Hinata Hajime, Nanami Chiaki, Komaeda Nagito, Saionji Hiyoko Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Love Oumeno, english is not my first language, oumenoweek

Summary: Here you would read the stories lived in different situations between Himiko Yumeno, the ultimate magician, and Kokichi Ouma, the ultimate supreme leader. I hope you will enjoy my contribution.

Day 1: Secret Santa. Holidays. Himiko has to think about what kind of gift Kokichi would like for the secret Santa event. Day 2: The exam. School Life. Himiko needs to pass the final exam with a high score to not fail the semester. Can Kokichi find a way to help her? Day 3: 5 dates 1 birthday. Kokichi and Himiko need to uses five-date tickets in one day by Monokuma orders. What is hiding behind this event?

#oumeno #himiko yumeno #kokichi ouma #day3 #fanfic #oumenoweek

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ultimateshc · 6 years

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This may be a strange ask, but how eould Miu, Kaito, Byakuya, Ouma and Tenko react to a neckbeard trying to woo their s/o?

hmm, i didn’t really know how to incorporate the whole neckbeard part, but i did my best!

Byakuya Togami

One glare and poof! where did they go?

He won’t notice at first unless you two are right next to each other.

When he does notice, he observes for a short while.

How you react, how they act, et cetera.

He watches you first, though. You come first, especially if you’re uncomfortable with the situation.

When he steps in, he simply glares at the perpetrator and pulls you out of the situation.

He might try to make an excuse for it, but it’s just something along the lines of, “We aren’t interested in speaking with you.”

It’s a very strange way of pulling you out of the situation, but you’re thankful for it nonetheless.

Kaito Momota

The personification of the “not on my watch” vine.

If someone he doesn’t trust is talking to you, you can bet he’s going to be attached to you like a goddamn koala.

The second the conversation enters dangerous territory, he pulls you right out of it.

“Sorry, Shuichi needs our help, we’ve got to go!” Can be heard as he guides you away.

The only real downside to this is he does it all. The. Time.

Kokichi Oma

Like Byakuya, he just.. observes.

At first.

Then, he’s ready to hit them with everything he’s got.

He verbally attacks them, taunts them, on the surface it’s very typical, but when you think about it it isn’t very Kokichi-like at all.

If, somehow, they still don’t get the hint, Kokichi will literally carry you out of the room.

He’ll shout his goodbyes behind him as he walks out the door, fireman-carrying you.

Tenko Chabashira

Bold of you to assume she’ll let him get a word in.

She’s not going to hold back if he doesn’t stop trying to put the moves on you, so you have to be the one to pull her out of the situation, not the other way around.

She’ll take some time to calm down, but she’s much better afterward.

At least that creep’s gone!

Miu Iruma

She acts like she doesn’t care at all at first.

When she does butt in, she does something very, very strange.

She stands directly in front of you and aggressively “flirts” with them instead.

This is her way of pulling you out of the situation, however strange it may be.

If they actually enjoy Miu’s attention, she goes way further and starts subtly threatening them with violence.

It’s pretty out of character for her, but it’s what she can do to push that creep away, right?

Once they’re gone, she’s insulting them left, right, and center.

If you had any doubts before, now you’re safely assured that Miu’s in her right mind.

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andreabandrea · 6 years

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cops and robbers

Words: 3233 Fandom: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Killing Harmony Pairing: Ouma Kokichi/Saihara Shuichi Rating: G Additional Tags: Fluff, Character Study, Mutual Pining, Marriage, (except not really), Cuddling & Snuggling, Honesty, Oma Kokichi/Saihara Shuichi-centric, Sad Oma Kokichi, talking about feelings in a dream so it doesnt count Summary: “Darling?” Kokichi snorted. “You love me that much, Shuichi?” “Well… yeah,” Shuichi said, giving a light laugh. “That’s why I married you.” And he froze. [Kokichi wins the Key of Love at the casino. He wakes up in Shuichi’s ideal fantasy. ]

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Trustworthy.

Kokichi didn’t have such a word in his vocabulary. The word certainly didn’t describe him and he didn’t use it to describe anyone else. It was something that had become apparent to Kokichi since the day he realized his parents left him just because they didn’t want him: you could only count on yourself, and anyone who depended on others was an idiot.

And then there was Shuichi. As much as the detective believed in his competitors in this killing game, as many ‘friends’ as he claimed to make, he still had sold out Kaede in order to survive. He was the type who didn’t let feelings and loyalty blind him to his ambitions-- unlike that idiot, Kaito. And that fascinated Kokichi. If anyone were to end the killing game besides himself, it might be Shuichi.

Of course, if it meant ending the killing game, either one of them would let the other die. That was just the way it was. The two could work toward the same goal, and Kokichi might help steer Shuichi in the right direction, but there was no way that the two would ever actually work together.

Kokichi wrote a question mark next to ‘trustworthy’ on his whiteboard, near Shuichi’s picture. As much as it was a question, it felt like a pairing of the two of them. Shuichi was trustworthy, loved, respected. Kokichi was the question mark, an enigma-- an unknown variable, even to himself.

He lied down on his bed only to be jabbed by something in his pocket. He fished it out and found it was the ‘Key of Love’ that he won from the casino. Even he wasn’t sure why he had bought it, besides the fact that there was no prize more expensive. The day he let his guard down enough to be intimate with someone would be the day he’d find a knife in his back. At least the idea that nobody else could have it brought him some blithe shred of joy.

In fact, he could just throw it away. That would be funny. Monokuma had gone to all the trouble of explaining the damn thing to him, and he could just throw it in the garbage-- a little ‘fuck you’ to the mastermind. He clenched his fist around it, letting the ridges dig into his skin, and pulled back his fist. But, try as he might to throw it, he couldn’t actually get rid of it.

He wasn’t sure what it meant to him, the way he wasn’t sure why he’d gone out of his way to save the pieces of evidence from trials past. Mementos of friends he never had? Evidence that might lead him to uncovering the mastermind? If he knew the truth in full, it would be just that much easier for one of the others to torture it out of him.

And so he laid back down, holding the key close to his chest, and just added it to the list of things about himself he didn’t know.

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Kokichi walked through the door, feeling as if he should hang up his hat and coat. He had neither. He also wasn’t sure why he felt as if he had just spent a long day at work.

Shuichi turned around. “Oh! Welcome home, darling!”

“Darling?” Kokichi snorted. “You love me that much, Shuichi?”

“Well… yeah,” Shuichi said, giving a light laugh. “That’s why I married you.”

And he froze.

“What did you just say?” Kokichi asked, trying to hide the tremble in his voice.

“I said, I love you. That’s why I married you.”

The pony loose from the carousel and the giant bed behind them only fed into the unreality of the situation. He’d been transported here without memory of it, and Shuichi was here, and there were bondage toys hanging up, and the weirdest thing was that Shuichi was acting like he actually cared about him.

Marriage was something far, far out of the question. Someone would have to tolerate him first to marry him. And beyond the fact that Kokichi never trusted anyone, that he’d never let anyone in that close, there was the simple fact that he was an unlovable person.

Shuichi stepped closer. There was some kind of weird expression on his face-- genuine warmth and positive regard, or in Kokichi’s language, the faces people made at other people. “You look so tired. Did you have a long day? Let’s sit down together and you can tell me all about it.”

The next words escaped him automatically, the way his knee might jerk if it were hit. “Is this some kind of fucking joke?”

Shuichi’s eyes widened. “What… what do you mean?”

“What’s with this garbage?” Kokichi asked. “I’m good at spotting lies, and this little charade is a poor one.”

“I’m… not lying,” he said. “I really love you.”

Kokichi had prepared himself for all kinds of deaths. Maki could stab him, or choke him out again in a pinch; Gonta could catch on to Kokichi’s malintent and crush him under his powerful fists; Kaito could man up and finally smash his skull in. Yet the one death he hadn’t anticipated was this. It left him feeling dizzy, as if he stepped into an overheated sauna after walking through a blizzard.

And so he couldn’t stop the next word from coming out: “Why?”

Shuichi laughed again, but somehow Kokichi didn’t feel as if he were laughing at his expense. It had a soft and genuine quality to it, and it occurred to Kokichi that he hadn’t heard the other boy laugh like this once since they got in here. There were so many things about Shuichi that he still didn’t know. (There were still so many things about Shuichi that he might like to find out.)

“You’re… gonna make me say it, huh? That’s a little embarrassing,” Shuichi said. His cheeks flushed pink and, oh no, Kokichi felt as if his own were heating up too. “You’re clever, you’re funny, you’re fun to be around…” He reached forward, cupping Kokichi’s cheek. “I mean, let me put it like this… do you think the sun chooses to come up each morning?”

“Uh… no?”

“Exactly. It’s inevitable, and it’s been happening like that longer than we can imagine. That’s how it feels being in love with you. Like… I can’t imagine not loving you or not having been in love with you, the way I can’t imagine a time before the sun came up each morning.”

Kokichi squirmed out of the other boy’s touch. This wasn’t right. Shuichi had loved Kaede. He clearly wanted a stable, honest, happy relationship-- not something that a monster like himself could ever provide.

Kokichi almost let himself be fooled before it hit him: this was a dream. Monokuma had claimed that the Key of Love would cause him to wake up in someone’s dream as their ideal partner, and if he broke character, that person would wake up in anguish. Of course, it all made sense now. Shuichi was dreaming that he was Kaede.

“Hey,” Kokichi said. “Tell me my name.”

The other boy beamed. “Kokichi Ouma,” Shuichi sighed dreamily, as if it he really meant it.

Oh, no. Oh no.

“Uh, Kokichi, I hope I didn’t do anything to upset you… I really just want to cuddle my husband for a while. Do you want to lay down on the bed? Or… we don’t have to, I guess…” Shuichi said, his eyes downcast.

‘Husband’. Briefly, Kokichi entertained the idea of smacking him. That would wake the asshole up. Even if Shuichi would be anguished, who cares? Kokichi had hurt a lot of people-- himself most of all.

But here, he had a home (or, a hotel room that they both were pretending was a home). He had someone who loved him. Kokichi was a good actor. He could pretend for a little bit longer before smacking him across the face, the way an unlovable Supreme Leader like him would.

Just a little bit longer.

“Sure. Let’s snuggle,” Kokichi said, crawling into the bed. Shuichi’s smile was intoxicating, addicting, the way his eyes lit up and his nose crinkled. He laid down next to Kokichi and held the boy close in his arms as the little spoon.

It felt warm and oddly safe. He would’ve pegged Shuichi for a wimp, but his arms felt like they could protect him from anything. The closest thing to a hug that Kokichi had ever gotten was being held in place by one thug so another could punch him to his heart’s content. Even now, he was waiting for someone else to start swinging.

He wasn't someone who was deserving of love. In a world full of truth and lies, it was one truth he’d never tried to hide.

"I'm... just so happy," Shuichi said. His breath smelled like mint. "That we could have a life like this together. I guess it sounds silly, but I never thought I’d be a husband.”

"You didn’t?" Kokichi asked. The smallness of his own voice surprised him; without needing to be performative, his voice came out so soft.

"Yeah, well... I guess it started when I was young." He held the other boy a little tighter. "I used to take a lot of infidelity cases, or stuff like that. It felt like all relationships would stagnate and die and you’d both wind up hiring the same detective trying to catch the other partner cheating.”

“Sounds about right.”

“I wasn't even sure I believed in love until I met you. Kind of like I said... I don’t know when I first realized I loved you. I spent so long thinking I was someone who couldn’t be loved that I didn’t even think about someone else loving me.”

This took Kokichi by surprise. “You? Someone who couldn’t be loved? You, Mr. Popular, are telling Kokichi Ouma of all people that you didn’t think anyone could love you?”

“Yeah.” His voice had become deathly serious. “I don’t know… after I solved my first murder case, I thought… everything I’d done to find the truth had only made people miserable. I outed the couples as cheating on one another, and now I’d sent a vigilante to prison for killing an abuser.” He put on a grim smile. “I thought the world would be better if I wasn’t in it to begin with.”

Kokichi listened quietly. For once, he couldn’t think of anything snarky to say. Minus the detective work, it was a sentiment eerily similar to his own feelings about himself.

Monokuma had claimed that memories would be wiped after waking up. There was the chance he was lying, of course. There was also the chance that he knew Kokichi would be expecting a lie and it would be a double-bluff. There was also the chance that he didn’t care and, if he could talk without anyone remembering, he was going to take a chance.

“I grew up without knowing my parents,” Kokichi said. “I kinda got the hint, but I always wondered what happened to them. So… I did a little detective work of my own.”

Shuichi’s arms holding him tight urged him on. “I found out that they didn’t have a better reason. They just didn’t want me. Like, really? You’re just gonna make me live with an answer like that?” He laughed, feeling as if he were filled with venom. “I had to make up some better reasons or I couldn’t live with it. Like… cause I’m ugly. Or they couldn’t abort me. Or they sold me for drug money. Or some combination of those things.”

“Kokichi…”

“But I still remember that idiotic truth I fought so hard for,” Kokichi said. “It’s burned into my mind. So many people fight for truth like it’s some beacon of hope. But it’s amoral, just a tool that can hurt people just as much as it helps them.”

Shuichi curled locks of Kokichi’s hair around his finger. “Kokichi, I’m… I’m so sorry.”

Yeah, you should be, Kokichi thought. Now there was another truth scaring him just as much, and it was that he wasn’t just acting like he was enjoying this.

“Whatever. It was a long time ago,” Kokichi said, suddenly too tired to make a joke out of it. “I just mean I know how you feel. About feeling like nobody’s ever gonna love you.”

Shuichi just ran his fingers along the outline of the other boy’s jaw. “But now we have each other.”

Do we? Kokichi thought. This was just a dream, after all. A lie. It might not even be Shuichi’s dream, but his own fever dream of someone giving a crap about him. After all, Shuichi hated him in real life, and that’s just the way it should be.

He couldn’t be hurt again if he made up a world in which he couldn’t be hurt, if he pushed Shuichi away before he could get this close. And now the dream version of the detective was planting little kisses on the crown of his head.

After a while, Shuichi sighed, and his breath was hot on Kokichi's neck. "It's like... I know lying is a part of who you are, because you've had to lie so much. But even then, I still feel as if I trust you. And with you, it's never been boring."

"How could you trust someone who's a liar? That goes against the nature of lying."

"Because I believe who I want to believe in. It's what Kaito Momota taught me, the person I trust more than anything!"

Kokichi felt Shuichi's jaw tighten, his body tense. Either he had become sad, or he was trying not to laugh. Either way, it was a load of crap. "That was a lie," Kokichi said.

"One day, I'm going to trick you," Shuichi said, resting his chin on Kokichi's shoulder. The smaller boy could feel his smile.

"Maybe you already have." Kokichi rolled over, looking into Shuichi's eyes. "Maybe we're just tricking each other."

"Then it would be the greatest prank of all time." He pressed his forehead against Kokichi's. "One worthy of a great Supreme Leader."

Kokichi could feel the rise and fall of Shuichi's chest with his breaths. He reached out with a shaky hand and rested it on his chest. His heartbeat came in a perfect rhythm, something he wouldn’t expect from a dream. Even if this were a dream- and by extension, a lie- it felt so real. Even Shuichi's scent was exactly the way he remembered it. When they were this close, there was no truth, no lies, just things that couldn’t be communicated in words.

“Er… could I ask you a question?” Shuichi asked.

“Shoot.”

“You haven’t told me that you love me back yet today.”

Kokichi blinked. Shuichi fumbled. “I mean, I know you do. You don’t have to always reassure me, I know I’ve got my confidence issues and all that, but… I guess I just want to hear it every now and again.”

I love you. He’d never said the words, in retrospect-- no parents, no friends, no lovers. He hadn’t even said them to himself. Kokichi didn’t like himself so much as he knew that this was it, he had played the genetic lottery and been given a losing ticket, and now he had to put up with what he had.

There were so many ways he could say them. A high pitched, whiny voice, like a talking birthday card. A deep, seductive growl. A cheer in three parts, like a cheerleader: I! Love! You! He was a great liar. He could say a few simple words.

It felt as if his throat were closing up.

“It’s… fine, if you can’t. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything,” Shuichi said.

The world was beginning to fade around them in great swaths of black. It began to feel as if his body were floating away. Was the dream ending? But Shuichi looked miserable. The thought of leaving this dream without having said those three words was intolerable, as if Shuichi wouldn’t be the only one who woke up in agony.

Kokichi swallowed a lump in his throat. He placed a hand on Shuichi’s cheek. “Shuichi.”

“Huh?”

“I…” he struggled. It felt as if he’d been stripped naked, and not in a fun way. As if Shuichi had peeled apart layer after rotten layer of him and left something bare, fleshy, the way he’d been when left behind by his parents as an infant.

In the end, the dream faded more and more, and Kokichi couldn’t say it. It just was against his nature. This was only Shuichi’s fantasy, after all, not his. He couldn’t tell the truth.

But he could lie.

“I… I don’t love you,” Kokichi finished. And then he pulled Shuichi’s head forward and pressed the detective’s lips against his own. Shuichi was surprised but melted into the kiss, running his fingers through Kokichi’s hair.

It suited him for his first kiss to be a lie, too, happening in this weird fantasy in which they must have kissed at least once already. Yet the feeling of Shuichi’s lips was so real, so soft and warm and intimate. The warmth pooling in his chest was real. The other boy’s feelings might even be real. Kokichi wasn’t sure if it terrified him or pleased him or both, and in the end, he decided that he might not want to know.

(If he knew the truth in full, it would be just that much easier for one of the others to torture it out of him.)

When they finally pulled back, Shuichi was smiling again. “Your words might’ve been a lie, but that spoke volumes.”

Kokichi smiled back. “So you think you know me, now? You can see past my lies? That’ll bore you quick.”

Shuichi, a moment before the dream ended, lifted Kokichi’s hand and kissed his ring finger. “I never could.”

Truth, lies-- Kokichi had long given up trying to figure out which was better. This was a lie, and an elaborate one. Yet for once he felt genuinely happy, not just putting on a smile to fool the world outside. And that was one small truth he didn’t mind accepting.

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“You look well-rested,” Kokichi said.

Shuichi gave him an odd look. “Yeah, I guess I… slept well last night, for once.”

“Wow! Those horrible bags under your eyes are even finally gone!” he said. “Did you have any dreams?”

His breath hitched as Shuichi thought. If he did remember, Kokichi had the advantage of writing it off as just a dream and denying everything.

“I… don’t remember. I just woke up feeling really happy,” he admitted, smiling-- his eyes bright, his nose crinkling up.

Kokichi couldn’t help himself from smiling back. Shuichi was happy. For now, that was enough.

“Why? What did you dream about? Do I even want to know?” Shuichi asked.

“Oh, just about… riding on the back of a war elephant and crushing helpless prisoners under its foot,” Kokichi said, casually.

“That was a lie, wasn’t it?” Shuichi shot back.

He laughed. Either he was becoming more transparent or the other boy was catching on. “Yes,” he said. As he walked away, he reached into his pocket, clutching the Key of Love tight in his fingers. “Yes it was.”

#oumasai #saiouma #saiou #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #new danganronpa v3 #kokichi oma #saihara x ouma #ndrv3 #dangan ronpa #dr #fic #fluff #this is my first fic for the fandom so i hope its ok

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ultimatescenarios · 6 years

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Ahh, this blog is my life hhhh NDRV3 boys trying to braid their Fem! s/o’s hair, please?! It’s just because I’m a sucker for Kaito

YES!! I AM SO ON BOARD

This is what I’ve been missing in my life.

I’m very glad to hear you’re enjoying the blog! Though I’m sorry you gotta put up with my writing-I’ll just post this now before I go to sleep as an apology for making y’all wait for so long!!

- Mod Kaede

NDRV3 Male Cast trying to braid their Fem!S/o’s hair

Shuichi Saihara

Silence. He says nothing; he’s too busy concentrating on the parted sections of your hair.

He’s very careful not to pull or tug on anything that’ll lead to your distress. Which sounds sweet but he’s acting as if one mishap could lead to you shattering like glass.

He has no idea what he’s doing. There’s a reason why he likes keeping his hair short and not needing to style it. And the fact that he’s attempting a classic french braid isn’t helping at all. That’s what he thought you wanted, so he’ll do his best.

But is now lost in the strands of flaking hairs that just won’t stay put. “How do girls do this every day?” He now feels like girls are some superior being. He had no idea how difficult this was to do, “And you have to do this by yourself!?”

He asks so many questions, from “Is this okay?” to “This doesn’t hurt, does it?” and of course, “It’s not too tight, right?”

His fingers get tangled in your locks countless times during the entire venture. All you can hear coming from him is an amalgamation of winces and apologies.

And by the end of it, you’re given a sloppy, french braid that looks to be like you’ve slept in it for two days straight.

He’s apologizing profusely.

K1-B0

He insists you let him braid your hair. As long as you’re willing to, of course. He would appreciate the experience and chance to experiment.

If you offer to help or explain the basics he stops you short, informing you that he came prepared and has downloaded and analyzed many tutorials prior to this session.

He even asks what kind of braid you would like, even though he would like to attempt several.

Depending on how much static your hair collects, his electric-circuiting shocks you a few times.

It’s not unyielding irritating, more like an electrified jolt that pulses through your scalp and down your spine.

It’s a little relaxing after you get used to the feeling.

He takes his time and is acting very nonchalant about it.

It’s his first time trying this, he’s never had any previous experience. But you’re surprised to see it’s reasonably neat, nowhere near professional though, but considering the struggles he encountered using his stiff robotic hands, he didn’t do such a terrible job overall.

Before you have a chance to look at the entire finished product or even thank him, he’s untying your hair and brushing through it to try again.

You better grab out something to keep you busy. You’re going to be here for a while…

Kaito Momota

Either of you could have suggested the idea really, but after seeing how pretty you looked in braids he wanted to give it a try.

He’s a little rough but isn’t exactly ripping out chunks of hair, just indirect tugging here and there that makes your head sway in all directions.

His hands are fumbling and he’s so confused. Your hair keeps tangling within itself somehow and he’s not helping the situation with the loose grip he has on the sections of your hair.

At some point, he started sticking his tongue out of his mouth with the amount of focus he was putting on such a small task.

He even struggles with finishing the hairstyle. Yes, he continued until the last strands of your hair slipped right off his hands and ruined the whole braid. He was so close to finishing it too.

He’s a little annoyed since the two of you have been sitting here for almost an hour. Which was mostly him trying to figure out how to braid hair without any tutorials…he was beginning to get the hang of it. And proud of that too.

So proud, in fact, he tries again, brushing through your hair with his fingers, whether you try to persuade him to use a brush or not, he claims one of his most repetitive lines: “Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars, doesn’t need a brush OR tutorials!”

You must admit his energy and attitude towards what can be a tedious and annoying chore at times, is very cute, and admirable in a way. So you let him have his fun.

Even if he turns your once luscious and unique hair features into something that could be mistaken for a bird’s nest. He’s too much of an adorable dork for you to stay or get mad at. Just admit it.

Rantaro Amami

He knows a few tricks about braiding hair. He was never any good at formal braids but could basic and fishtail braid like a (not-self-proclaimed) pro.

It’s due to his 12 sisters who insisted him, specifically, do their hair for many years. Since he was closest to his sisters in comparison to his half-brothers.

So he’s decently confident with his skills and is sure he’d be able to style a braid in a way to compliment your features.

He gathers a few accessories to add to the mix or aid him in this quest. From bobby pins to decorative clips, he’s got some ideas already festering in his mind.

He brushes out your hair carefully and almost pampers you through the entire crusade as if you were in an overly affectionate beauty salon. Having placed you on the floor with him behind, you should have known some cuddles and kisses would happen eventually.

He’s very calm while piecing your hair together in two, over-the-shoulder fishtail braids. Talking to you like he normally would since it’s almost become a second nature for him to multitask like this.

When he’s finished… Well, you react to the braid however you do, but as much as you might hate to admit it, he does a better job at braiding then you do.But with added accessories accustomed to your skin-tone, preferences and physical features of course it looks pretty! Prettier then it probably should!

Kokichi Oma

He’s seen couples in relationships do this for fun online. You already know he wants to try it for himself.

He doesn’t even notify you of it happening. All you were doing was minding your own business and like a beauty ninja, he’s sitting behind you and brushing your hair thoroughly before parting it into sections…more than three sections at that.

If you dare question it… “Nee-hee-hee~ No peeking, S/O! My talents don’t just end with being an Ultimate Supreme Leader, y’know?” …or even try to get anything out of him about what he’s doing or plotting there’s no chance he’s going to spill. And if he were to, how can you be sure he’s not lying?

So whether you give in or are too stubborn he plays hard to get. “Geez S/O~ If you’re gonna react like that, what’s the point?” And after reacting however you do… “O-KAY~ You’ve persuaded me!” (Literally however you react, whether you remain silent, make a fuss, apologize, get flustered or death glare the brat with a ‘I’m-not-putting-up-with-your-shit-ouma-and-you-know-it’ attitude… god does he loves messing with you)

He’s not the most gentle about it. And you can feel a weight growing above your head…yeah maybe it’s not the best idea to let Kokichi try to braid your hair…

If you try to get a glimpse of him, he’s wearing one of those terrifying smiles that screams devil’s child.

He whines that you were trying to peek and is forced to start again. Blaming you. It’s entirely your fault. Sigh.

When he’s finally done messing with you, you finally get to see he decided to give you a waterfall twist braid.How he has the skills to do this is beyond you.And cough he may or may not have been googling how-to-braid the entirety of the previous night OR been practicing on himself cOUGH.

Korekiyo Shinguji

He’s surprisingly good at braiding hair. He’s had experience styling his own hair in the past. Whether it be for the sake of art, beauty, creative mind, experience or an understanding.

And from the fashion research he’s done in the past about human’s and their trends…let’s just say he knows a lot of different styles and techniques.

He asks if you had a preference and if not he will happily give you a style that will suit your face and frame.

He asks you to wash your hair before hand to get the best experience and outcome from this, whether you go through with this or not is all up to you.

And thanks you for the opportunity to braid someone else’s hair for once.

He takes quite a long time to prepare your hair. Brushing through it at least a few 10 times and clipping away parts he doesn’t wish to get in the way.

He has to pause during the session multiple times to take notes. On how you react, to how it feels being on his end, he even asks you questions during moments of massaging your scalp, tugging on the strands and so forth. “It’s for research, S/O. A passionate Anthropologist must get accounts from those within society to get a better outlook of the entire spectrum. And since this is a rare encounter I must document every precise detail.”

When he finally gets along with it, he doesn’t struggle as much as you’d think through his bandages. Over the years he’s grown accustom to their feel and how to utilize his senses.

It takes time, since he wanted to test his skills (and take so many notes). But once he’s finally finished and your neck and back are killing you from resting in the same position for over an hour. He outdid his previous attempts at braiding and gave you an inverted fishtail braid.

Ryoma Hoshi

How you got him to do this. I don’t know. But he’s braiding your hair anyway. Well done S/O.

He goes with the simple and standard braid. Whether he intended for it to be loose is for him to know and only him.

You have to do most of the work, like combing your hair. And while he doesn’t know why you want him to do this, he goes along with it anyway. Eventually confessing “It’s things like this I missed while in prison.”

Admittedly he enjoys fiddling with you locks. It’s a strange sensation he hasn’t really experienced since he prefers to keep his hair extremely short.

He goes silent at some point. You didn’t for the room to go quiet, but really he almost gets lost in the feeling of your strands of hair. You wouldn’t know it of course. The expression he’s gained after many years of enduring what happens within the walls of a prison has made it so he’s unreadable.

But the fact that it takes him about 30 minutes to give you a three strand braid gives away how much he was enjoying pampering you in such a way.

He’s talking himself down again, unsure why you wanted this in the first place.

But it looks nice. The amount of looseness around the back of your neck makes it feel like it’s not even there. It’s comfortable and because it’s tied together won’t get knotted or caught on anything.Oh and! It perfectly fits on both of your shoulders and doesn’t irritate your beck at all! Ifitslongenoughofcourse seriously, love this boy!

Gonta Gokuhara

He doesn’t know what he’s doing. You might think he would…but there’s a reason why his hair is so…natural.

His robust hands don’t help the situation either. He’s struggling to traditionally braid your hair. And apologizes for the amount of times he needs to start all over again.

Eventually he settles with giving the hair around your ear special attention and gives you a small braid that almost blends into your hair.

He asks so many questions. To keep a conversation going and to know what you would prefer.

He decides to add in some flowers he recently picked in the meadow. Just so the braid appears more apparent drowned in your locks.

He’s very new to this, so please have patience with him. He’s very glad you suggested this. And what kind of gentlemen would deny a lady of such a lovely wish?

It doesn’t take him long to finish the single braid. And he’s so happy with the end result. But the fun isn’t over yet. He gets a little carried away with tucking in pieces of flowers and natural greenery.

He wants to try again. He’s so eager about it too. You’re making him rethink his own hairstyle…maybe the two of you could match? Couples often match with each other, right?He’s not finished btw. practice makes perfect, so you know whenever you want/need your hair braided he’s gonna offer to do it for you.

also since the English localization is popular with a lot of the English fans I’ll just write my future prompts in correlation to the English localization to lower chances of confusion.

Unless some demand the Japanese quirks (Ouma using the honorific ‘chan’ for everyone, the original laughs {i.e Nishishi, Kyah-kyah-kyah, Kukuku}, Tenko’s pun of MENace, Angie/Gonta/Tenko’s speaking mannerisms, etc) feel free to lemme know! I’d be happy to add such details in!especially since the eng localization has been brainwashing me to the point where I almost forgot Tenko’s pun … her PUN

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charzoid · 6 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Akamatsu Kaede/Oma Kokichi, Akamatsu Kaede & Oma Kokichi Characters: Kaede Akamatsu, Kokichi Ouma, Shuichi Saihara, more will be added as the story goes on~, there's gonna be some sdr2 characters in here too Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Kaede loves animals, Ouma wants his chicken nuggets, give him his chicken nuggets, Kitsune, Kitsune Kokichi Ouma Summary:

Known only between close friends, Kaede Akamatsu is a major animal lover. It ranges from her buying various animal themed sweaters to her stopping in the middle of the road to pet a friendly cat. To most people, she doesn't even look like someone who adores puppies and kittens.

However, her love for animals soon lands her into a life-altering situation, unbeknownst to her.

-I don’t own this fic nor claim to. This was made by k1bbl3 on AO3.

#Kaede Akamatsu #kokichi ouma #Kitsune #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #magic #rare pair #oumade #kaede #shuichi saihara #oumede #fanfiction

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luucarii · 7 years

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Poolside Murder

Fandom: Danganronpa V3

Relationship: Oma Kokichi/Saihara Shuichi

Rating: T

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My titles are still. shit.

“I’ll kill you eventually.”

Kokichi had said the words so nonchalantly, as if it was nothing than a mere house chore, as if he could snap his fingers and wherever Shuichi would be, he’d start bleeding out on the floor on cue because of him. Kokichi made attempts, so to speak, nothing actually life threatening though. Kokichi had asked him to slit his stomach, of course he refused, asked to play Russian Roulette with a bullet in every chamber, an obvious decline, challenged him to a weird card game with proclamations that he’d “banish him to the Shadow Realm,” which somehow, Shuichi ended up winning. It all ended up with near a hundred games of Rock-Paper-Scissors which all of them ended in a tie. Shuichi couldn’t tell if Kokichi was actually trying or if it was just a game in his head.

Kokichi Ouma made his head spin.

When did he even start thinking about him so much to begin with?

After the Rock-Paper-Scissors match, Kokichi claimed Shuichi would be dead after their next meeting, something Shuichi didn’t know whether to take as a lie or not. Up until that point, Kokichi had been doing nothing but toying with him, while occasionally gracing him with information on his evil organization. Shuichi figured he’d test his luck and hang out with Kokichi one last time, just to prove he was lying about the whole thing — and if he wasn’t, well he’d end up dead.

Kokichi invited him to the pool with more a pep in his step than usual. He already had a few towels flung over his shoulders and wore sunglasses over his eyes. His lips curled into a smile as he led the way, Shuichi following a few steps behind him. Kokichi hadn’t said much, just hummed a little tune as he walked, arms behind his head. He seemed too calm and Shuichi couldn’t help but be wary of the situation.

“Why are we going to the pool anyway?” Shuichi asked and watched Kokichi turn, walking backwards, face still frozen in that cheerful smile.

“I swear Monokuma’s turning up the heat in this place, I’m baking!” He chuckled, clicking his tongue, “oh! And I wanted you to at least have a little fun before I kill you!”

Shuichi stiffened but couldn’t bring his legs to stop as he continued to follow Kokichi, walking into the pool area, “you can’t say things like that and expect me to go along with it.”

“Whaaat?” Kokichi skipped to a stop, throwing the towels onto the beach chair and putting his hands on his hips, “but you’ve been doing it all this time, Shuichi. You still hang out with me even after I’ve told you plenty of times that I want you dead.”

He’s not wrong, Shuichi grumbled inwardly and watching Kokichi kick off his shoes and roll up his pant legs. Kokichi let his feet slip into the water and sighed, looking back to Shuichi with a grin as he patted the empty space next to him.

“I don’t remember the water level being high enough to dip your feet in.” Shuichi mumbled as he slowly untied his shoes and placed them neatly beside Kokichi’s.

Kokichi snickered, “yeah, I stole the garden hose and filled up the pool myself. None of the Monokubs said anything so I figured it was fine.”

Shuichi sat beside Kokichi and dipped a toe into the water, wincing at the freezing temperature. There was nothing Shuichi hated more than the cold. He forced the rest of his feet in and shivered, hands gripping the edge of the pool, “Monokuma probably thought you were preparing for a murder or something, that’s probably why he let you.”

Kokichi grinned, eyes narrowing, “guess he thought right.”

Shuichi chewed on the inside of his mouth and looked away — in hindsight, a bad idea. What could he possibly do? Was he going to drown him, hit him over the head with one of the beach chairs and watch him bleed out in the pool? No, that was stupid. It was all just a game, Shuichi attempted to reassure himself, nothing but a stupid game.

Shuichi snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a splash and felt water droplets on his face. He turned to see that Kokichi had thrown himself into the water, a shadow of his figure wiggling underwater. Shuichi sighed and watched him slowly float to the surface.

“Jeez, it’s cold.” Kokichi shivered and laughed. His hair stuck to his forehead and a drop of water slid down his nose. Shuichi smiled, albeit a little bit, he looked just like a child. “Come in, Shuichi, this is our next game!”

“Game?”

“It’s your typical, ‘let see how long you can hold your breath’ game! I’ll start!” Kokichi dipped back into the water, kicking his feet and swimming to the bottom of the pool. Shuichi didn’t know exactly how deep it was but with the water level raised to the near top of the pool, drowning was completely possible. Shuichi watched Kokichi cross his ankles together and hold his hands behind his back. He was making sure he couldn’t move, even if he wanted to. Shuichi stiffened, eyes never leaving Kokichi’s shadow. It was all just a joke, right, a lie. He’d come up to the surface and tease Shuichi for not playing with him.

A few seconds passed, Kokichi wasn’t moving.

Shuichi groaned. Stop playing with me and come up already.

It was nearing a minute since Kokichi dove under and Shuichi broke. Holding his breath, Shuichi dove in after Kokichi, forcing his eyes open amidst the burning chlorine. Kokichi’s eyes were shut close and his mouth was open slightly, bubbles floating up to the surface. Shuichi reached for his arm, which was dangling weakly in the water and grabbed him, straining his muscles to pull him to the surface.

Shuichi’s head popped up from out of the water with a gasp, as did Kokichi’s beside him. Shuichi swam toward the pool’s edge and forced Kokichi onto the tiled floor. He couldn’t bring himself to catch his breath, not yet. Shuichi hoisted himself up from the pool and leaned over Kokichi’s body. A hand flew over his mouth and nose.

He wasn’t breathing.

Dammit, Kokichi.

Shuichi hesitated for a second before bringing his hands to his chest. Just as Shuichi was ready to push down, Kokichi coughed, water spilling from the corners of his mouth. He panted harshly, desperate for air and Shuichi let out a sigh of relief. Kokichi’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled.

“I knew you’d save me.” He coughed before wheezing out a laugh, “thanks Shuichi.”

“I thought you were trying to kill me, not yourself.”

“But I did kill you.” Kokichi grinned and weakly brought a hand to Shuichi’s chest. His hand moved just below his left collarbone and he chuckled, “see? Your heart’s pounding. I murdered your heart with worry.”

Shuichi held his temples with two fingers and Kokichi smiled under him.

“After I said I’d kill you, I never left your mind, did I? Wondering whether I was serious or not. Hah, even now…” The hand rose from his chest, to Shuichi’s cheek, fingers brushing under his eyes, “you’re concerned about me from the bottom of your heart.”

Shuichi suddenly felt warm, even through his soaked clothes and the freezing air. He couldn’t bring himself to think too much about what Kokichi had said, what he had done, nothing mattered besides the fact he was okay.

Kokichi chuckled again, “now you’ll never ever forget me for the rest of your life. I stole your heart, so now I’m satisfied, I don’t need to steal your life anymore.”

Shuichi couldn’t help but crack a smile, “you never wanted my life to begin with, you just wanted my attention, didn’t you?”

Kokichi sat up and Shuichi could see the water dripping from his hair, clothes sticking to the outline of his body. His eyes still drooped and he seemed to still struggle to catch his breath. “Who knows? It could’ve all been a lie.”

#aarisfics #danganronpa v3 #oumasai #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #it's kinda a problem #I'm falling into oumasai hell pls help

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c2-1728-works · 7 years

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Hi hi!!!

For my 500th post, I found this pic on twitter and thought it would be nice update for honorifics disclaimer I wrote long time ago. Would be better if you read that one first

Akamatsu Kaede: First pronoun is watashi(私) in kanji, second pronoun is kimi(キミ) in katakana. ‘Surname-くん(kun-in hiragana)’ for boys, ‘Surname-さん(san-in hiragana)’ for girls. Example: Saihara-kun(最原くん), Harukawa-san(春川さん)

Amami Rantarou: First pronoun is ore(俺) in kanji, second pronoun is kimi(キミ) in katakana. ‘Surname-君(kun-in kanji)’ for boys, ‘Surname-さん(san-in hiragana)’ for girls. Example: Saihara-kun(最原君), Akamatsu-san(赤松さん)

Iruma Miu: First pronoun is oresama(オレ様)-ore is written in katakana while sama is kanji, second pronoun is temee(テメー) in katakana. Just calls others with surname, or kinky nicknames(sorta) she made. Example: Saihara(最原), Akamatsu(赤松) or Dasaihara(ダサイ原dasai means ‘out of style’), Bakamatsu(バカ松 baka means, as most of you already know, ‘stupid/idiot’.)

Ouma Kokichi: First pronoun is ore(オレ) in katakana, second pronoun is kimi(キミ) in katakana. ‘Surname-ちゃん(chan)’ for both boys and girls. Example: Saihara-chan(最原-ちゃん), Akamatsu-chan(赤松 -ちゃん). Kiiboy(キー坊) and Gonta(just by his nameゴン太) are exceptions.

K1-B0: First pronoun is boku(ボク) in katakana, second pronoun is kimi(キミ) in katakana. ‘Surname-クン(kun-in katakana)’ for boys, ‘Surname-さん(san-in hiragana)’ for girls. Example: Saihara-kun(最原クン), Akamatsu-san(赤松さん)

Gokuhara Gonta: Speaks in third person(ゴン太Gonta), second pronoun is kimi(君) in kanji. ‘Surname-君(kun-in kanji)’ for boys, ‘Surname-さん(san-in hiragana)’ for girls. Example: Saihara-kun(最原君), Akamatsu-san(赤松さん)

Saihara Shuuichi: First pronoun is boku(僕) in kanji, second pronoun is kimi(キミ) in katakana. ‘Surname-くん(kun-in hiragana)’ for boys, ‘Surname-さん(san-in hiragana)’ for girls. Example: Ouma-kun(王馬くん), Akamatsu-san(赤松さん)

Shirogane Tsumugi: First pronoun is watashi(わたし) in hiragana, second pronoun is anata(あなた) in hiragana. ‘Surname-君(kun-in kanji)’ for boys, ‘Surname-さん(san-in hiragana)’ for girls. Example: Saihara-kun(最原君), Akamatsu-san(赤松さん)

Shinguuji Korekiyo: First pronoun is boku(僕) in kanji, second pronoun is kimi(君) in kanji. ‘Surname-君(kun-in kanji)’ for boys, ‘Surname-さん(san-in hiragana)’ for girls. Example: Saihara-kun(最原君), Akamatsu-san(赤松さん)

Chabashira Tenko: Speaks in third person(転子Tenko), second pronoun is anata(あなた) in hiragana. ‘Surname-さん(san)’ for both boys and girls. Example: Saihara-san(最原さん), Akamatsu-san(赤松さん),

Toujou Kirumi: First pronoun is watashi(私) in kanji, second pronoun is anata(貴方) in kanji. ‘Surname-君(kun-in kanji)’ for boys, ‘Surname-さん(san-in hiragana)’ for girls. Example: Saihara-kun(最原君), Akamatsu-san(赤松さん)

Harukawa Maki: First pronoun is watashi(私) in kanji, second pronoun is anta(あんた) in hiragana. Just calls others with surname. Example: Saihara(最原), Akamatsu(赤松),

Hoshi Ryouma: First pronoun is ore(俺) in kanji, second pronoun is anta(あんた) in hiragana. Just calls others with surname. Example: Saihara(最原), Akamatsu(赤松),

Momota Kaito: First pronoun is ore(オレ) in katakana, second pronoun is temee(テメー) in katakana. Just calls others with surname, but two exceptions for his sidekicks. Example: Shuuichi(終一), Akamatsu(赤松), Harumaki or Maki roll(ハルマキ)

Yumeno Himiko: First pronoun is uchi(ウチ) in katakana, second pronoun is onushi(お主). Just calls others with surname. Example: Saihara(最原), Akamatsu(赤松),

Yonaga Angie: Speaks in third person(アンジーAngie), second pronoun is omae(お前). Just calls others with first name. Example: Shuuichi(終一), Kaede(楓).

Now, allow me for some grammar time-(special thanks to Namuwiki and Tv Trpoes, Wikipedia too)

First Person Pronouns:

Watashi: Variation of watakushi(わたくし). It sounds more casual than watakushi, yet still more polite than rest of the first pronouns. A standard, polite word for “I”, usable by both men and women in formal situations. It’s also fine for women in informal situations; a man who uses it in an informal context may come across as business-like or aloof, sometimes effeminate. In the case of children, watashi is often used by girls, but never by boys,

Uchi: Used in Kansai-ben, Osaka-ben and Kyushu dialect by women. Also used by middle schoolers or genki girls(remember Nozomi Tojo?). In standard Japanese it means ‘we’-for narrations and explanations. In dialogues, dachi(たち, 達) will be used to indicate plural.

Boku: Sounds more casual than watashi, but more polite than ore. Mostly used by man who want to sound casual without coming across as rude or aggressive. Also the default pronoun for young boys. When woman use it, it’s to emphasize the athletic genki girl trope or boyish/ftm crossdresser/androgynous trait. Used in lyrics quite often, since it has less syllables than watashi(bo/ku, wa/ta/shi), That means it can be gender neutral pronoun for lyrics.

Ore: Sounds more casual, almost rude, than boku. Used mainly by young men (from adolescence to around middle age, usually) in casual contexts. Traditionally considered rude to use it with strangers and people above one’s own social standing, but nowadays younger men use it even with strangers in all but formal situations. Typical pronoun for hot-blooded shounen manga protagonists-if you find a woman who uses this by any chance, the possibility is, she is yankee(like Oowada).

Oresama: Extremely narcissistic way to refer oneself. Attaching an honorific that indicates great respect to the most macho of first-person pronouns makes it a highly emphatic, arrogant and presumptuous version of ore. Used either tongue-in-cheek, or by the smuggest of men.

Second Person Pronouns:

Kimi: Default second pronoun in lyrics, same reason with boku(ki/mi, a/na/ta). Used to sound very polite, but informal to subordinates and affectionate in nowadays. Typically used among peers with boku. The kanji(君) is also used to write -kun.

Anata: Tend to be used by woman more than man. Can be default second pronoun for anyone. Might be to most accurate counterpart to English ‘you’, since it does not refer to particular person.

Anta: Variation/contraction of anata. Sounds more rude than anata, since it has a touch of contempt or anger.

Omae: Similar to anta, but used by men more often. Indicates the speaker’s higher status or age, or a very casual realationship among peers. Often associated with ore, just like kimi is to boku.

Onushi: Outdated version of omae. Used by elders or historical figures(ex: samurai, fictional ninja) toward people of equal or lower rank. Literally means ‘master’.

Temee: Really rude one. It’s rarely used unless the speaker is really infuriated.

Third Person Honorifics:

Kun: Used for young men. Commonly used to refer friends and peers.

San: Mister or Miss. Can be used to both man and woman.

Chan: Mostly used by children and women. Most characters who use this are naive and pure, but also can be sly and black hearted characters-bitch in sheep’s clothing in Tv Tropes term, ‘haraguro’ in Japanese term.

Important notes:

To make first and second pronouns plural(like you->y’all, tu->vous), add ra(ら) or tachi(たち) at the end. Examples: watashitachi(私たち), bokura(僕ら), anatatachi(あなたたち). However, ra is not used for anata.

Using third person usually gives childish, playful, quirky, or narcissistic vibes.

In spectrum of male-female: Oresama-Ore-Boku-Watashi-Uchi. Real life girls barely use Boku and Ore.

Katakana is used for 1)foreign words 2)emphasizing 3)onomatopoeia 4)character verbal tic for chara who’s not familiar with Japanese-such as robot, nonhuman, or foreigner.

In terms of ‘sound polite’: Kanji>Katakana>Hiragana. Japanese is a language where using a second pronoun can sound almost impolite, so people would refer others with their name(last name, to be specific)

You’ll never guess how much I hate myself

Why did I made myself suffer? Because I found some of the choices of pronouns interesting. For example, Momota and Ouma, two extreme opposites of the game(blind belief and distrust), are the only two who uses ore in katakana. Angie using Omae, not usual first-name basis, can be quite a surprise. And most importantly, original title of chapter 1, Me and my class trial(私と僕の学級裁判-Class Trial of me and me). 私(watashi) is Kaede's 1st pronoun, and 僕(boku) is Shuuichi's... you know what that means.

Who cares about stupid grammar anyway-have a great day everyone!

#Dangan Ronpa #Ndrv3 #The Saishuus.#From C2.

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ao3feed-danganronpa · 2 years

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Schoolwide Puzzle (aka Kokichi going around the school trying to find Kaito)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/G0bkRlF

by niickel

Dear Ouma Kokichi Feels a little weird calling you by your first name and everything, even if you do it to me for some reason I just don’t get. It’s not really like me to do something like this, but I feel my heart is going to basically explode if I come near you and tell you this. I like you. I don’t know what it is about you. You’re fun, I guess. You always like games and stuff. You’re really interesting and even if we fight, I still get sparks. So, I’ve created a little game for you. Go talk to Amami for your first clue.

From, Unknown

Kokichi felt his face flush as he read the letter. It wasn’t anything important or anything, but it still flattered Kokichi, even if just a little. He had never gotten these types of letters before, mostly because he’s never been in a situation like going to an elite private high school, but now he understood cliche movies when the main character gets excited about a love letter.

aka horrible love letter to kokichi cliche

Words: 4200, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing, Dangan Ronpa Series

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Oma Kokichi, Akamatsu Kaede, Amami Rantaro, Momota Kaito, Tojo Kirumi, Saihara Shuichi, Chabashira Tenko, Shinguji Korekiyo, Yonaga Angie, Harukawa Maki

Relationships: Momota Kaito/Oma Kokichi, Chabashira Tenko & Oma Kokichi, Harukawa Maki & Oma Kokichi, Akamatsu Kaede & Oma Kokichi, Oma Kokichi & Everyone, Momota Kaito & Everyone

Additional Tags: Bisexual Momota Kaito, Pansexual Oma Kokichi, Genderfluid Oma Kokichi, genderfluid kokichi isnt important but i like it, Harukawa Maki & Oma Kokichi Friendship, Akamatsu kaede & Oma Kokichi friendship, Oma Kokichi Is a Little Shit, Oma Kokichi Needs a Hug, Momota Kaito Being Dumb, Momota Kaito/Oma Kokichi-centric, POV Oma Kokichi

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/G0bkRlF

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #dr

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dr-thoughts · 7 years

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Rantaro Amami Kokichi Ouma High School AU

I liked the idea of this, so I did a quick little write up on it. If anyone shows interest, I can continue.

Rantaro didn't hate Chemistry. The teacher was kind, the subject was mildly interesting, and he got to doze off on days where the class would watch videos. It wasn't Chemistry he hated, he moreso hated the basis of the education system itself. Sitting down for 6 hours a day, learning things you would forget in a couple years, all for what? To get into college? What's college for? Getting a job? Is my qualification for a job determined by how much I care about the interactions between atoms? It was morning and Rantaro would much rather lament in thought about his situation than listen to the daily annoncements. He knew this was foolish though, he loved the human aspect of feeling bad about oneself though. It kept him connected to everyone around him.

Rantaro tugged at the white hoodie strings in his hand and sunk deeper into his backpack, pushing his bangs into his hoodie. He looked like an egg and he was okay with that. He was glad that his lab table was alone; he had all the space he wanted to do absolutely nothing. The cheerful, deft charmer that his 2nd period classmates knew was not in the body of Rantaro Amami at this point. He needed this time to wake up and put on the face that the rest of the school knew. The robotic charm of quick quips and thoughtful comments came naturally to Rantaro, but it was still draining. This empty table was his charging station, necessary to get through the daily toil. Slowly closing his eyes, Rantaro started drifting off to sleep, if only he could just stay at home for this time, he'd feel so much better.

"RANTARO, RANTARO" undulated through the room. His teacher was calling him. Quickly jolting up and meeting his teacher's eye, he smiled and asked what was needed of him.

"You have a lab partner finally, Mr. Amami. Maybe now we'll see at least an attempt with our next lab" decreed the teacher. Like daggers in his heart, like invaders to his home, like lightning to his bones, Rantaro's heart dropped. He NEEDED this time alone. "I have to keep my appeal for six periods now?" was Rantaro's first concern.

His new partner was short. His purple eyes and hair were at motion the entire time he wandered to Rantaro's table. Rantaro could tell whoever this was, he was already sizing Rantaro up. The one period Rantaro gives into his human inhibitions is the one he has someone watching his every movement. Perfect.

Almost like rushing to get ready before an appointment, Rantaro pulled his hood off, rolled up his sleeves, activated his charm, and started his mind up.

The boy sat down and looked at Rantaro expectantly. Their first face-off, but surely not their last; Rantaro felt something special about this boy but decided to play it safe and just assume the boy was a bit socially anxious. Rantaro lost this game of chicken.

"The name's Rantaro Amami. I'm a Junior. Welcome to the happiest place on earth."

Dry sarcasm in an introduction, a typical move to use, one that almost always works, Rantaro was covering all bases.

Then, the air of mystery faded, the tense fog dissipated, and the boy's expression cleared up as easily as they appeared. This didn't sit well with Rantaro. He knew something was special about this boy.

"I'm Kokichi Oma. I'm a Junior as well."

"Nice to meet y-"

Mystery and tension appeared between them. Kokichi smirked ever so slightly.

"And you're not slick, pretty boy. I know you just said your own grade to lure mine out. You think i'm younger because I'm shorter. If you think you can employ basic conversational tactics like that, then you're really not going to find this as happy as you say it is. You're going to be a fun one."

"What the hell?"

"Hm? What's wrong Rantaro? You're probably just tired. Anyways, check my schedule! Let's see if we have any other classes together."

Kokichi pulled out his pink schedule paper. His movements were clearly intentional, but they had a boyish eccentricity to them that almost drew Rantaro in.

"W-wow. Five classes together, Kokichi."

"Looks like i've already found my best friend. My first day at school and we're already so close! This is going to be a fun year, Rantaro."

"Where did you come from Kokichi?"

"The pits of hell."

"What?"

"I'm just kidding, that was a lie. You can't get my secrets that easy, Rantaro."

Rantaro was already done with this. Just talking to Kokichi required his mind to be working at 110%, he did NOT need this in the morning. Regardless, the mystery shrouding Kokichi drew Rantaro in. A couple minutes into meeting and Rantaro already decided that Kokichi was going to be a big part of his life from this point on, and he knew it was going to be a lot of work, he knew it was going to piss him off to no end, but this was a journey Rantaro had to take.

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa au #amami rantarou #kokichi ouma #rantaro amami

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