#Remember he made the Neo World Program alongside Alter Ego and the others

[blastthechaos]

When Makoto said he will carry his friends with him he really fucking meant it.

[shslrose]

Hope - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu x Reader

Summary: You try to recover the Ultimate Yakuza from despair, but things don’t go as planned when you begin to develop feelings for each other.

It had been a while since Makoto Naegi had recruited you. You had become close friends after surviving the Killing Game of Hope’s Peak Academy together, along with Aoi Asahina, Kyoko Kirigiri, Toko Fukawa, and Byakuya Togami. Makoto had a plan to save the Remnants of Despair using the Neo-World Program, and he needed your help to develop the technology. You worked alongside him and Alter Ego in order to create the program, and during the development, Makoto asked you to have sessions with the Remnants in order to learn more about the psychological trauma that Junko Enoshima and Mukoro Ikasaba had inflicted upon them. So, against Future Foundation orders, you had been secretly meeting with the Remnants in an undisclosed location unknown to your boss, Chairman Tengan.

Your primary subject was none other than Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu. 

Initially, you seemed to make no progress with him. He would open up a little, only to go right back into despair. During your first session, he merely grinned while you asked him about Junko and the despair he helped her spread. 

“Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu… the Ultimate Yakuza, and former student of Hope’s Peak Academy,” you stated, reading his file. You sat across from him, a table between the two of you. He was handcuffed to his chair, as a precautionary measure.

“Damn right,” he replied, despair swirling in his one eye, the other being covered up by his eyepatch. 

“You, along with the other despairs, have killed so many… do you feel regret?” You asked, carefully. You leaned forward in your chair, eager to hear his response.

“Regret?” He asked back, before laughing. “Hahahaha, why would I regret killing any of those bastards?  Death is natural for the weak, it’s survival of the fucking fittest!”

“Was Natsumi weak?” You asked, with a cold tone. Suddenly, you watched a thousand emotions flash through his eye. Shock came first; his eye widened at the mention of his beloved sister.

“Natsumi…” he muttered quietly, as though it was the first time in a long time that he’d thought of her. A sadness took over his expression, and for a moment you thought there might be tears welling up in his eye, but just as quickly as it had come, the sadness dissipated and was quickly replaced by despair.

“My sister….my little sister…. Natsumi…” he continued muttering, “her death…. brought me so much despair! So much glorious despair! Hahaha!”

He was gone again, his mind consumed by despair once more. It didn’t matter, you had seen it. For even just a moment, you had seen genuine emotion in him, and you knew then that there was hope for not only him, but for all the Remnants. You wondered if you could get him to show emotion again…

“Despair?” You asked. “Is that why you killed Sato? Because you wanted to feel despair? Or, maybe you wanted to make Mahiru feel despair?”

At the mention of Sato’s name, you watched as pure rage flashed across his face.

“That fucking bitch...Sato!” he exclaimed. “Despair had nothin’ to fuckin’ do with it...I had to kill her, for Natsumi…”

You watched his rage bleed into sadness as he continued. “Natsumi… she came to Hope’s Peak for me… she wanted to be the Ultimate Little Sister… she should have been the Ultimate Yakuza, and everyone knew it. She would have been a better heir to the Kuzuryuu clan, but…”

He trailed off then, as if the rest were too painful to remember. You reached across the table, and placed your hand on his.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Fuyuhiko.”

He said nothing then, just stared blankly in front of them. Despair and hope were waging a war within his mind, and it was all you could do to pray for hope. 

Over the past few weeks, you felt as though you had made significant progress bringing Fuyuhiko back to the side of hope. You began to think that the Neo-World might not even be necessary; perhaps you could bring the Remnants back to their former selves without erasing their memories of despair.

What you did not know was that Fuyuhiko had a plan of his own: to convert you to the side of despair.

With each session, he felt himself growing closer to you. He wanted you to feel the chaos of despair, just as he did. 

You would never admit it, but you felt yourself growing closer to him as well. You hated yourself for it: it was unprofessional, it was wrong, Naegi was counting on you, how could you let yourself get distracted?

You recalled your last session with him; you’ve been encouraging to recall his memories of being a student of Hope’s Peak.

“Kazuichi was obsessed with Sonia,” said Fuyuhiko. “Still is, I guess. The bastard was always fuckin’ following her around. ‘Suppose she liked Gundham better though.”

Ah, Gundham. You had met with him a few times, but he would always start shouting about “unleashing pandemonium” on you, so your sessions with him were few and far between.

“But that Teruteru bastard was even worse than Kazuichi,” he continued. “That pervert would fuck anything with a pulse!”

You laughed then, and Fuyuhiko began to laugh too. Sitting across from you, with his hands bound to the chair, he had nothing to do other than stare at you and admire you. It dawned on him that he loved the sound of your laughter, it brought him hope. But before long, despair settled in again, and he felt a strong desire to hurt you: he loved the sound of your laugh, and so he longed for the despair he would feel at the sound of your screams. He could imagine himself standing over you, with a revolver in his hand, listening to you beg and cry for your life. The despair it brought him to imagine you in pain was absolutely glorious.

Meanwhile, you considered how different the Remnants were now, compared to Fuyuhiko’s classroom stories. You had to ask about it once more.

“Fuyuhiko, I just don’t understand. It seems like after Yukizome became your teacher, all of you were filled with hope… it just doesn’t make sense, how you’ve all ended up like...this… Please, tell me, what did Junko do to you all?”

He ignored your question almost entirely, simply grinning before repeating your words back to you. “After Yukizome became our teacher, heh...Chisa Yukizome…Hahahaha!”

You didn’t understand. What was so funny, you wondered. It was impossible for you to know that Chisa Yukizome herself, your esteemed colleague, was also a Remnant of Despair, and had participated in turning the students into Remnants.

“Please, Fuyu,” you begged softly. “I want to help you, I want to fill you with hope. Tell me what filled you with despair, so I can reverse it…”

“I can’t tell you… but I’ll show you,” Fuyuhiko said slyly. You didn’t have time to consider what he meant, because in a flash he rose from the chair, bounds undone. You hadn’t noticed him freeing himself, he must have distracted you with his stories in order to free himself without raising suspicion. He brandished a sharp object in his hand, and you wondered if he had crafted a makeshift knife out of a utensil given to him earlier.

“Fuyu…?” You asked, terrified. In seconds, he had thrown the knife across the room and directly into your chest. It cut deep, and the pain of the wound and the betrayal burned deep. Blood began to pour from your chest, painting your crisp white shirt a bright magenta pink.

He rushed to your side, and you could see genuine pain in his expression, despite the despair that swirled in his eyes.

“Watching you die… will bring me so much...despair!” He murmured, as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your dying body closer to him. “Seeing you in pain… pain that I inflicted… makes me feel so hopeless…!”

“F-fuyu… please,” you gasped, before coughing up blood. It was pointless; your words could no longer reach him. Any pleading only pushed him further into despair. The hopelessness of the situation filled you both with despair.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and there you saw Makoto, Toko, and Kyoko. 

“Y/N?!” Makoto exclaimed, shocked at your injuries. At the sight of your blood, Toko fainted immediately, and then awoke as Genocide Jill. Using her detective skills, Kyoko quickly connected the dots between Fuyuhiko being free from his bounds and your injury.

“Genocide Jill!” Kyoko called out. “Apprehend the Remnant.”

Using her scissors, it was easy for her to pin the yakuza to the wall, although Kyoko did have to restrain her from killing him, as Genocide Jill was eager to kill the “adorable little man.”

Makoto had already rushed over to you, picking you up and carrying you out of the room.

“Don’t worry Y/N, you’re going to be okay! I’ll get you help, okay? Just stay with me,” Makoto said, trying to keep you calm. “I’m glad I came when I did.”

“Perfect… timing,” you mumbled, barely audible. “You...really are… the Ultimate...Lucky Student.”

Makoto chuckled, still carrying you out of the room. Over his shoulder, you could still see Fuyuhiko, who Kyoko was interrogating. Maybe you were delirious from the blood loss, but he almost seemed relieved that you were being saved; it was as though he were hopeful you would survive.

                                                       LATER

The Neo World Program was successfully completed. Despite it being hijacked by Izuru Kamakura, a few of the Remnants were able to survive the Killing School Trip, and now it was time for you, Makoto Naegi, Kyoko Kirigiri, and Byakuya Togami to enter the simulation for yourselves, in order to prevent Alter Ego Junko Enoshima from spreading despair to the entire world.

It had been a while since you had seen Fuyuhiko, and although you had physically recovered from your injury, you hadn’t recovered from his betrayal. He had tricked you, manipulated you, and then tried to kill you. Of course, he had been under the influence of Junko’s despair, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t still care for him. You wanted to save him, you wanted hope to win the battle against despair within his mind

When you entered the simulation and appeared at the class trial ground, you were incredibly shocked to see the version of Fuyuhiko that stood before you. He was filled with both hope, and despair. His heart was full of hope, full of love for his sister Natsumi and best friend Peko and classmate Chiaki, but also full of despair, from the grief of losing them.

Initially, he was willing to side with despair, to let Junko take over, if it meant he would get to see his best friend, Peko. You couldn’t let that happen, you couldn’t allow despair to consume him again.

“Fuyuhiko, please!” You begged, causing him to focus on you; he remembered you slightly, you had been in the 78th class of Hope’s Peak Academy while he had been in the 77th. “I...I know you don’t remember me, but I remember you. And I’ve seen hope in you, Fuyu. Please, don’t fall into despair. Choose hope. For Chiaki. For Peko. For Natsumi. Please, choose hope for me.”

He could not remember you, but upon seeing you plead for his hope, he felt something. A connection. A sense of deja vu. He knew that, in the real world, you must have been something to him, something important. 

“Y/N…” he muttered, allowing your name to flood his mind. Hearing your name escape his lips, it filled him with hope. “I… I choose hope! Let’s end this fuckin’ killing game!”

And so, Hajime, who had remembered his other identity of Izuru, ended the killing game, and the surviving Remnants woke up, cured of their despair. 

It pained you to see the others, who had remained comatose. You had faith in Hajime, who declared that he would use the talents he had gained from becoming Izuru in order to save the other Remnants. 

After the simulation ended, you reunited with Fuyuhiko.

“Y/N… you saved me. You gave me hope, when I was filled with so much fuckin’ despair,” he said. “Even though I hurt you… you still believed in me… but I don’t deserve your forgiveness. Not after what I…”

He looked at you, wincing when he noticed your visible scar from his attack.

“Fuyuhiko, please, there’s nothing to forgive you for. It wasn’t your fault, it was Junko’s.”

“Junko,” he said through gritted teeth. “That fuckin’ bitch. If she wasn’t already dead, I would fuckin’ kill her. Because of her despair, I… I wanted to hurt you… so that I could feel the despair of seeing someone I.. someone I love… in pain.”

A blush came across his face as he finished, and for a moment, you couldn’t believe what you heard.

“S-someone… you love..?” You asked.

“Don’t fuckin make me say it again, Y/N…!” He was visibly embarrassed, refusing to make eye contact. You were sure this was the happiest day of your life, Fuyuhiko had been cured of despair, and confessed his love for you. You were absolutely speechless, so he spoke again.

“Should’ve done this a long fuckin’ time ago,” he said, before his hand on your waist and pulling  you into a passionate kiss.