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ultimatetrashyfanfic · 3 years

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Non-despair AU! And ever since I watched that thirty minute anime clip with Nagito’s perspective on things, I’ve really liked the idea of him being buds with Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko. And Nagito openly talks about his past trauma on a plane so… what better way to bond than bonding over trauma? Anyway, I love these three so much. Also Komahina because I love them - Circle

(Also forgot to add this, sorry, but it’s on AO3 too) https://archiveofourown.org/works/33483538

Warning: descriptions of panic attacks, nausea, motion sickness, very mild vomiting (like barely any).

Fuyuhiko always thought Nagito was spouting a whole load of bullshit when he lamented about his talent being useless; he would’ve loved having Ultimate Luck right now.

“Haha! You got the short straw, Fuyuhiko!” Akane crowed. “Tough luck!”

“Wait, no! Can’t we do a best of three?”

“Somebody has to sit with them, man,” Nekomaru said. “You guys are already friends, it’ll be a great bonding experience.”

“I don’t want to bond with them in that situation. Because you all know it’ll be a shit show. That’s why we’re fucking doing this,” Fuyuhiko growled, glaring at each of his classmates in turn. Only two were missing, the pair who’d triggered this whole unfortunate drawing of straws in the first place.

“Why can’t you sit with them, Hajime? Nagito is always hanging off you anyway. And Kazuichi is your friend too,” Fuyuhiko said.

“I’m afraid I can’t, Fuyuhiko.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because I didn’t draw the short straw.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Fuyuhiko stomped away, his classmates’ laughter echoing behind him. This class trip was already more trouble than it was worth and it hadn’t even started. He was almost tempted to skip the plane journey with the rest of them and hop on a different flight to Novoselic, just to show them. It wasn’t like he needed Sonia to pay his way. But she’d been so enthusiastic about taking her friends to see her home country, and Fuyuhiko couldn’t think of any way to tell her without causing offence. He couldn’t really say he just didn’t want to be stuck babysitting Kazuichi and Nagito on a flight.

It wasn’t that Fuyuhiko didn’t like Kazuichi and Nagito. Sure, Kazuichi could be a real pain in the ass sometimes, and Nagito would go all weird and self-deprecating if you didn’t watch out, but Fuyuhiko still considered them close friends. But the flight to Novoselic was long. Kazuichi could get motion sickness on a fucking bicycle, and Nagito hadn’t set foot on a plane since his parents died on one right in front of his eyes. There was no way it could possibly go well. Fuyuhiko pictured hour after hour of Kazuichi puking and complaining and Nagito… well, he wasn’t sure what the hell Nagito would do. He’d never seen Nagito get flustered before. Hell, that was much more terrifying. He had to get out of this.

In the days before the trip, Fuyuhiko kept trying to convince his kinder classmates to take responsibility for at least one of the other men. “It’s gonna be impossible to help them both,” Fuyuhiko said. “It’ll be better for them if you help me.”

“You could sit between them,” Mahiru said. “And I’ve already promised Hiyoko I’ll sit with her. Sorry.”

Asking Twogami was a no-go too. “It’ll be more considerate to the other passengers if they’re both in one area,” he said. “To limit the disturbance if they become distressed.”

“I’m the one who’ll be feeling fucking distressed,” Fuyuhiko snapped.

Peko overheard, and came over at once. “I’ll take your burden, young master.”

“No, not you!” Fuyuhiko hated the whine in his tone - and he hated the smirk on Twogami’s face too. “You don’t have to do it. You sit with Gundham and pet his hamsters or something. I… I want you to be happy,” he mumbled, blushing fiercely.

Damn it. He could be as bad as Kazuichi sometimes.

There was no way to wriggle out of it. The morning of the trip dawned bright and sunny, and Fuyuhiko’s ticket set him directly between Kazuichi and Nagito. Fantastic.

At least check-in and security went by reasonably peacefully, the walk to their gate quiet. Only Akane and Nekomaru seemed to be properly awake this early in the day, and they stuck with each other. Fuyuhiko glanced at his two friends. Kazuichi still seemed half-asleep, curled on one of the uncomfortable chairs by the gate, watching the planes take off and land in the distance through the huge windows. Nagito was much more concerning. He was smiling brightly… but he didn’t look happy at all.

“Hey, Fuyuhiko, want to know how a plane engine works?” Kazuichi asked.

“No,” he said, but he sat down with a sigh as Kazuichi started talking anyway. He tuned out after a second, though Nagito looked like he was listening.

“Seeing you talk about your ultimate talent is so inspiring, Kazuichi,” Nagito said - and smiled. That weird smile again, desperate and strained.

“It’s nothing. I just think planes are interesting. From an engineering point of view. I really wish I didn’t have to fucking ride one,” Kazuichi groaned.

“Aha, I can’t help feeling apprehensive too. The last time I was on a flight, both my parents died.” Nagito spoke emotionlessly, as if reciting a shopping list, but that smile was still fixed on his face. “But it’s okay. That bad luck brought me a lot of good luck later on. You just have to have hope that things will work out.”

Kazuichi stared at him, mouth open. “Um. Okay. Sorry.” He caught Fuyuhiko’s eye and mouthed what the fuck? Fuyuhiko wasn’t sure if Kazuichi was just now hearing the story or if he was confused by Nagito’s weird behaviour. He shrugged helplessly.

There wasn’t much conversation after that. You couldn’t really carry on your casual chit-chat right after somebody brought up their dead parents. Fuyuhiko kept an eye on Nagito. He was bolt upright in his seat, his eyes staring straight ahead, hands clasped so tight in his lap his knuckles bleached white. With his pale hair and ashen face, he looked like all the blood had drained out of him completely.

Their flight number was called far too soon, and Fuyuhiko dragged his motley crew to the right aisle, pondering where to put everyone. Kazuichi should probably be on the end if he’d be passing vomit bags to some poor stewardess. Fuyuhiko needed to be in the middle, so that left Nagito by the window. He’d have to keep the shutter pulled down.

Hajime passed them on the way to his own seat, and stopped short when he saw Nagito’s face. He leaned right over Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko, ignoring their complaints and curses, and took Nagito’s hand. “Are you alright? You look… off.”

“Don’t worry about me, Hajime.”

“Your hands are clammy.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. How disgusting for you,” Nagito said, smiling. Always smiling.

“That’s not what I meant… Look, do you want to sit with me?”

“Can we move it along please?” somebody called irritably down the aisle.

“You’re holding up the line, Hajime. Don’t worry about me,” Nagito repeated. Hajime looked like he was worrying dreadfully, but he was forced to move along. Nagito clasped his hands again and fixed his gaze on the seat in front, smiling smiling smiling. It was freaking Fuyuhiko out. He looked like he was wearing a mask and his eyes were the only real part of him, swirling with turmoil.

“Hey.” Kazuichi nudged Fuyuhiko’s shoulder and whispered in his ear. “Are Hajime and Nagito… you know. A thing?”

“Mate, you told me you’ve seen them leave Hajime’s cabin together in the mornings.”

“They could just be having a sleepover. As bros.”

“I don’t think it’s that, Kazuichi.”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I don’t want Hajime to get a new best friend,” Kazuichi said.

Fuyuhiko sighed. “I think you’re safe.”

There was a pause. Then another shoulder nudge a second later. “So Hajime and Nagito? Seriously? Am I the only person on my own in this class?” Kazuichi muttered.

Fuyuhiko was spared from responding by the flight attendants starting the safety briefing, demonstrating how to use the oxygen masks and the life jackets in case of emergency. He had to admit, it was pretty eerie to think that you could, however unlikely it may be, crash into the ocean or need extra oxygen to live long enough to get to land. He glanced over at Nagito nervously. His arms were now curled across his chest, hands gripping his elbows. His head was bent, a cloud of puffy hair hiding his face. Maybe that was for the best.

“Can you try not to puke as long as possible?” Fuyuhiko whispered to Kazuichi. “I feel like I might have a situation to deal with.”

“I’m never trying to puke,” Kazuichi said, but he seemed worried too, glancing past Fuyuhiko. “Hey, Nagito, you doing alright?”

“Don’t worry about me, Kazuichi,” Nagito said, eerily calmly.

“That’s not the same thing as saying you’re fine, is it?” Kazuichi whispered to Fuyuhiko.

“He’s clearly not fucking fine,” Fuyuhiko snapped.

“Should I ask Hajime to swap?” Kazuichi asked.

Fuyuhiko nodded, but before Kazuichi could even undo his seatbelt, the plane jerked and started reversing out of the gate. Fuyuhiko heard Nagito draw in his breath sharply - then he was the one fumbling for his seatbelt, standing unsteadily.

“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Fuyuhiko yelled, catching onto the back of Nagito’s coat as he tried to clamber over the seats. “Sit down!”

“I’m afraid I need to get off,” Nagito said, voice still calm despite his frantic movements.

“It’s already moving, for God’s sake! Sit down before a flight attendant sees you!” It wasn’t hard to force Nagito back into his seat - he seemed light enough for a strong gust of wind to knock him over - and Souda hastily got the belt fastened again just as the plane rolled onto the runway.

“Okay. It’s fine. You’re fine,” Fuyuhiko gabbled, trying hard not to shout or swear or scream at all his classmates for making him deal with this. “Just sit still and… I dunno, plug your ears. The takeoff part is the worst.”

There was a cacophony of whirring as the engines roared to life and Fuyuhiko would be very grateful for all that noise in a second, because Nagito started to laugh. Dry, hysterical laughter, his eyes over-bright and manic, lips bared in that grisly parody of a smile.

“Has he lost his fucking mind?” Kazuichi asked, sounding genuinely frightened.

“You must really hate me, Fuyuhiko,” Nagito gasped. “To restrain me here… You must despise me.”

“I’m not restraining you!”

“Then let me off.” He locked eyes with Fuyuhiko and for a second the manic grin faded. “Please…”

The engines roared to a crescendo and the plane shot forward so quickly everyone was pinned to their seats with the force, zooming on and on until they could feel the entire structure lurch into the air. Kazuichi groaned softly, shutting his eyes, but Fuyuhiko was far more focused on Nagito. He had his eyes squeezed shut too, but his hand clamped hard onto Fuyuhiko’s arm. Really fucking hard. Shit, maybe Nagito wasn’t as weak as he looked. Fuyuhiko cursed as his terrified companion started digging his nails into his skin, actually drawing blood. The pain prompted Fuyuhiko to try prying the hand loose a little, but Nagito clamped on harder, carving several new scratches. Fuyuhiko didn’t dare attempt again; he’d get his arm cut to ribbons.

When the plane was flying high and the swirling, disoriented feeling had eased, Fuyuhiko checked on both men. Kazuichi had his head in his hands, but he gave a shaky thumbs up when Fuyuhiko prodded him.

“‘M okay,” he mumbled. “Got through takeoff. Gets better when it’s levelling out.”

“Right, good. Try to stay that way, yeah? I’ve got a lot to handle right now,” Fuyuhiko sighed. Nagito was still shredding his arm up, but he could feel one finger tapping for attention.

“What? What do you need? Please, no bullshit, Nagito. I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do,” Fuyuhiko said. He was practically yelling in his panic, and the people across the aisle turned to glare.

It was several seconds before Nagito could gather enough breath to speak. Fuyuhiko saw that awful smile stretch across his face again, like somebody had twisted his frown the wrong way round. “Aha, I’m sorry to trouble you, Fuyuhiko, but I think I might be having a panic attack.”

“What?” Fuyuhiko felt like he was going to have a panic attack too. “Why? What’s going on?”

“I can’t seem to catch my breath. And the cabin has been spinning for several minutes.”

“Jesus Christ! Why didn’t you say anything?” Fuyuhiko hurriedly pushed Nagito’s head down as far as it would go before it bumped the seat in front. “Fucking… think of things you can see or something? Shit, I don’t remember.”

“Five things you can see,” Kazuichi chimed in. “Is he really gonna pass out? Hajime is gonna kill us.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him for leaving this shit to us! How stupid can you get?”

“Ahh, I’m such a nuisance. If I’d known I’d react in such a shameful way, I’d have been sure to take a seat away from all the Ultimates. Why are you taking care of someone like me?”

“Nagito, shut up, this isn’t your fault,” Fuyuhiko said shortly. “Stop babbling on about ultimates and do the panic attack thing. Listen to Kazuichi, he knows how to do it.”

Nagito did as he was told, working through the grounding techniques with Kazuichi while Fuyuhiko held onto his shoulders feeling helpless. Nagito was shaking so hard it was difficult not to drop him altogether. He didn’t pass out, but even after the grounding Nagito looked far from what you’d consider calm. He was grey-white when Fuyuhiko carefully hauled him back upright.

“Are you okay..?”

The smile came back, though it seemed a lot more tired than manic this time. “Ah… I don’t think so, Fuyuhiko.”

“Well. At least you’re honest. Can you tell me how you’re feeling? Physically, I mean. Clearly I see you’re fucked mentally. And please stop smiling like that, you’re creeping me out,” Fuyuhiko said.

Nagito finally released his grip on Fuyuhiko’s arm, his nails coated with blood. He bent forward slowly, carefully, like he was terrified any sudden movements would send him spiralling again, and let his elbows rest on his knees. “I still feel slightly lightheaded. And nauseous. I’d still like to get off.”

Fuyuhiko examined the long scratches on his arm, sighing and mopping the blood with his sleeve. “Well, you’d have a long drop if you tried to get off now. You should cut your damn fingernails too. I’m going to get Hajime.” He turned to Kazuichi. “Watch him for a minute, okay? I don’t fucking care about drawing the short straw anymore, I can’t handle this.” Fuyuhiko scrambled over Kazuichi’s lap into the aisle, ignoring the flight attendant yelling for him to remain in his seat until the seatbelt signs went off.

“Hey! What did you mean drawing the short straw?” Kazuichi called behind him. Fuyuhiko didn’t look back.

“Hajime!” Fuyuhiko yelled when he was still more than six aisles away from the startled man. “You’re swapping with me!” He lowered his voice when he reached Hajime’s seat, but only marginally. “I can’t handle this. I don’t know how you expected Komeada to react to this shit, but whatever you thought, it’s worse. Way fucking worse. And I can’t help him. So go fucking do it yourself.”

“Well, I was going to swap as soon as the seatbelt signs were off,” Hajime said pointedly.

“I don’t give a shit. Look at my arm! Your fucking boyfriend nearly ripped it off at the elbow.” Fuyuhiko brandished his scratched, bloodied arm, and Hajime looked genuinely shocked.

“Oh my God…” He stood up hastily, clinging to the seats in front as the plane was still slightly off-balance. “I’m sorry, Fuyuhiko. I didn’t expect him to panic so much. He never said anything much about it when I asked.”

“Yeah, well, no offence, Hajime, but you can be as thick as three short planks sometimes. So if he implied anything, I don’t doubt you missed it,” Fuyuhiko snapped, taking Hajime’s empty seat - next to Chiaki, thank goodness. She hadn’t even looked up from her Switch this whole time. Perfect.

“I have taken some offence…” Hajime mumbled, then turned to go back down the aisle, trying hard not to catch the eyes of the other passengers staring like they were all part of a circus act. He was pretty sure the whole class was going to get banned from this airline. Gundham had been in trouble already for taking his hamsters out of their little travelling cage - several times. He was insulted by the insistence of the staff that all pets had to be contained, both by their labelling of his hamsters as mere pets and from their implication that his dark devas could ever be contained.

Hajime followed the sounds of more disgruntled passengers to Nagito’s seat. He was in the middle now, hunched over one of those white sick bags, while Kazuichi awkwardly patted his back. He looked relieved to see Hajime, beckoning frantically. “Come help me! I think he’s gonna spew. Weird that it’s not me for once.”

Hajime sighed, struggling to shuffle past his friends to get to Nagito’s other side, squashed by the window. Nagito didn’t acknowledge him. Hajime could see he had his eyes closed, his face strangely calm and smooth, though his breathing was erratic.

“Hey, Nagito? You hearing me?” Hajime called, tapping the other man’s pale cheek.

“Did I drive Fuyuhiko away?” Nagito said, voice strained. “I’m not surprised. To bother the Ultimates with the problems of an insignificant nobody like me.”

“Dude, shut up,” Kazuichi groaned. “Nobody thinks that. Stop being so weird. Fuyuhiko just doesn’t know how to look after people.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit up? I doubt you’ll throw up, you wouldn’t eat anything this morning,” Hajime said.

At that exact moment, almost as if to pointedly prove him wrong, Nagito made a choked retching sound and ducked his head down further, cringing.

“Oookay. Or not. Um. You’re okay,” Hajime muttered, placing a wary hand on Nagito’s hair to keep it out of the way. It was strange hair; soft yet thick at the same time, and it poofed up determinedly no matter how many times Ibuki tried him out with different hairstyles.

The seatbelt signs were now off, so Kazuichi stood up hastily, trying to shield Nagito from the people hurrying up the aisle to the bathrooms. Hajime was grateful, but part of him wished he could switch places with Souda. He didn’t think he’d be having to coach Nagito through something so strangely intimate so soon into their… relationship? They’d never come out and actually said they were boyfriends, not even to each other, but their classmates seemed to think they were a couple.

As Nagito really hadn’t eaten much of anything all day, the actual vomiting didn’t last too long, but the dry heaving continued for several agonising minutes, and the nausea remained indefinitely. But Nagito felt safe to lift him head, his pale cheeks dusted with pink. He smiled shakily at Hajime. “How embarrassing. I caused a scene in front of all these people. You must be lamenting the day you set eyes on me.”

“Stop,” Hajime sighed, taking the soiled bag and handing it to Kazuichi.

“Hajime!” Souda squealed, hastily handing it off to a flight attendant, who offered a bottle of water for Nagito in response. Her smile didn’t slip once. Hajime was impressed by her poker face.

“Drink,” Hajime prompted, forcing the bottle into Nagito’s hands. “I want you to try eating something later too. You’re going to pass out.”

Kazuichi sat down again, glancing at Nagito. “You feeling… okay now? Like as okay as you can?”

Nagito took a long drink of water, eyes blank. Then he smiled again, that strange, forced smile. “I really am pathetic, aren’t I? Causing such a dramatic spectacle over something that happened years ago. I don’t deserve such attention from the Ultim-“

“Stop!” Hajime took Nagito’s face in his hands, forcing him to meet his eyes. Hajime thought he saw something flicker in them, some semblance of an honest emotion. “Nagito, can you please stop trying to act like you don’t have feelings. I know you’re scared. And you know what? It’s okay. It’s completely fucking normal to feel like this right now. I shouldn’t have left you. That was me being dense, and I’m sorry. But you can stop pretending. It’s just me here - and Kazuichi, but he’ll understand too. He’s scared of everything.”

“I am not!” Kazuichi cried, outraged.

Hajime didn’t break eye contact with Nagito, both breathing heavily. Nagito glared back at first, his face twisting into a scowl, but Hajime didn’t falter.

“Let me in,” Hajime muttered. “I know you, for God’s sake. You’re not gonna scare me off. It’s okay to need help. Please.”

Another silence for several long, tense seconds. Then - finally, amazingly - Nagito made a soft frustrated noise, lunged forwards and wound his arms around Hajime’s neck so tightly that for a second Hajime thought he’d messed up so badly Nagito was trying to throttle him.

“Hey, careful,” Hajime said, but his voice was gentle and he didn’t try to pry Nagito off. Nagito let his forehead rest on Hajime’s shoulder, his hair falling to shield his face completely. Hajime snaked his own arms awkwardly around Nagito’s slender waist. He could feel Nagito shaking, feel the warm puff of his breathing against his shoulder. The shaking never eased, but as time passed the breathing seemed to calm slightly.

Nagito didn’t speak as he clung to Hajime for dear life. Not a single word. But Hajime hadn’t really expected him to. This was already a degree of vulnerability that Nagito was completely unaccustomed to showing anyone, let alone his almost-boyfriend, his classmates and an entire plane full of strangers. It was a good place to start.

Kazuichi watched them slightly bitterly. “It’s alright for some. I wouldn’t mind someone to cuddle up to,” he muttered.

“That’s your other talent. Ultimate Third Wheel,” Hajime quipped.

Their row of seats was reasonably peaceful after that, though Hajime could hear the laughter and yelling from their classmates further back. He hoped the sensible members of the group could stop them causing too much trouble. Hajime couldn’t go tell them to knock it off himself; whenever he moved at all Nagito would tighten his grip.

He sat there, hour after hour, until he had to pry Nagito off him for a bathroom break. It wasn’t easy. Nagito fought him and clung on as much as he could, though Hajime explained he’d be back in five minutes.

“Look, cling onto Kazuichi while I go pee,” Hajime suggested. Kazuichi didn’t look overly enthusiastic about that idea, but he didn’t protest.

Nagito sighed. He slowly drew back his arms, and whispered three breathy little words into Hajime’s shirt before he went, perhaps the most raw, vulnerable words Hajime had ever heard Nagito say: “Please come back.”

“I will. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured.

Nagito shifted shakily in his seat, turned to Kazuichi and lunged at him too, wrapping his arms around his neck. Kazuichi squealed and whined that he was being strangled, but he didn’t shove Nagito away. Hajime almost felt like they were new parents, passing their newborn between them: “I’ll hold him for a bit, you go to the loo.”

There was a queue for the tiny airplane bathrooms. Hajime stood impatiently, wriggling his cramped shoulders and rocking back on his heels; he was glad Nagito seemed to be trusting him more, but he was pretty stiff after sitting in the same position for hours.

Two women ahead of Hajime in the queue seemed to be having an animated discussion about something, and when Hajime caught the word “school” he started to listen properly.

“I don’t know what sort of school they come from, but they’re a strange bunch,” one lady hissed. “There’s an odd boy in the row ahead of me, one of that lot, who has a collections of rodents, all free from their cage! Running all over the seat trays! Well, that’s not very hygienic, is it? But when I told him as much, he gave me the most incredibly rude answer.”

“Young people have such foul mouths these days,” the other lady agreed.

“No, he wasn’t swearing. It was ever so strange, almost as if he was… well, you’ll think I sound silly. But it was like he was cursing me.”

It was a good job for Hajime that the toilet became available and the lady rushed inside, because he was biting his cheeks to contain his laughter. When he’d used the loo himself and gone back to release Kazuichi from Nagito’s vice grip, he recited the story for both of them.

Kazuichi laughed, poking Nagito gently. “There you are, Nagito. No need to worry. No matter how weird we are, we can always count on Gundham to be weirder.”

Nagito didn’t respond, but Hajime saw a hint of a smile - a real smile - on his lips before he buried his face in Hajime’s neck again.

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generous1ty · 3 years

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Gundham, Nagito and Hajime with a s/o that has a duck army? (A surprisingly strong duck army) they say they’re gonna take over the world with it-

Also they probably throw bread crumbs on Kazuichi so the ducks attack him.

hihi!

i really love this prompt, not only because it’s so random, but because i love ducks and having a strong duck army sounds amazing. i suppose we’re the Ultimate Duck Army General? hahahsjjskds

don’t bully Kaz too much pls--

also, you didn't specify whether you wanted headcanons or drabbles, so i did drabbles for them! hope you don't mind. :)

lots of love! <3

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Gundham, Nagito and Hajime reacting to their S/O who’s a General of a strong Duck Army!

genre: fluff warnings: none besides...bullying Kazuichi... </3

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Gundham Tanaka (0.6k words)

to say that this day was like any other day would be undermining the situation at hand.

currently, unbeknownst to Gundham Tanaka, the Forbidden One, you had been holding an army of your own and kept it hidden from him! an army of ducks, at that!

it was so surprising that it had baffled the man from his ice cold persona to his power to call his Four Dark Devas.

i mean, a mere mortal has the ability to handle an army of ducks?! absurd!

you must be... more reliable than he thought. surely you were of the same caliber as him. after all, not just anyone can become a general of an army. a duck army especially.

"[Y/n]... have you conquered the demon that speaks to the ducks?! is that why you have claimed such immense power over armies and armies of such strong opponents?!" his voice rattled your ears as you simply smirked, crossing your arms in wait for his speech to be done.

"Gundham, the Forbidden One," you called his name, grabbing his own attention as a cold bead of sweat fell down his face, "I have been sustained to years and years of training to be able to master the art of creating this massive duck army!"

while you had a bag of crumbs still left in your hands, you decided you'd enjoy yourself a bit.

"with this army, i will take over the world! everyone will know my name as [Y/n], God(dess) of the Flying Creatures!" you boasted, as Gundham let out a strained noise.

"you surely have enough power to defeat me, [Y/n], God(dess) of the Flying Creatures. HOWEVER! Gundham, the Forbidden One must stop you in your tracks! To let a mere mortal wander with such power is blasphemy! so i shall put a stop to it,"

you readied your bag of crumbs, your hands already inside of the paper before he could even cast a spell or draw a summoning circle. more so, before he could start anything, you had already throws the crumbs at him, yelling the iconic line almost anyone wants to say,

"ATTACK!!"

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he... had lost..?

surrounded by calm ducks that had once been feral to him, Gundham was laying on his back. the floor had never felt so cold...

"to think... i would lose to such as the likes of you..." he let out a bitter chuckle, his eyes fluttering shut, "i guess this shall be the end of Gundham, the Forbidden One, right?"

"Gundham," your voice was strong and stern, enough to shake his own eyes open once more despite his quick and shameful defeat, "your purpose is not to defeat me, but to befriend me in defeating the Demon King of hell, and to restore peace across the lands."

your outstretched your hand, waiting for him to accept the help off on his back, "so befriend me, and i shall help you conquer the demon realm."

you were a worthy opponent indeed... to defeat him and then accept him, no wonder you were leading such an amazing duck army. truly, you were a leader; someone worth following.

his hand had fallen into yours, mesmerized from your skillful nature.

what had you done? had you cast a spell on him? a spell that made his heart pick up speed, or make his face light on fire?

despite this, he could not utter a word. he simply hid behind his scarf, admiring you from the distance you had placed.

"now, let's go bully Kaz," you suggested, his hand still in yours as you both travelled away to faraway lands to throw breadcrumbs and magic spells at Kazuichi Souda.

Nagito Komaeda (0.5k words)

Nagito's hands were filled with breadcrumbs and his body flocked with different kind of aquatic birds.

of course, it was just his luck to be hindered when something lucky happened to him. that was just the cycle. even so, he smiled at the ducks gently pecking at his hand for the bread. the ducks were so cute, and full of a beautiful kind of hope.

before this, he had to deliver some bags of bread crumbs to you. he didn't ask why, nor did he need to. he was just happy you trusted and depended on him to even ask for a simple favor from him!

but sadly, on the way to you he was attacked by a large group of ducks. now, with no way out but to feed the ducks, he stay sitting on the ground, feeding the ducks either by hand or by throwing some crumbs out.

any passerby would think he was some crazy lunatic or something.

you, however, had tried to meet him halfway since... well, since he didn't show up with your bags of bread crumbs.

"hey, what are you guys doing? i told you to stay in--" with a few ducks in your arms, your eyes spotted Nagito. he had heard your voice from your general direction, and his eyes had met yours.

"Nagito?!"

"[Y/n]!"

. . . .

"wow, [Y/n]! you really commanded those ducks as if they were your own army! such talent..! nothing less from an Ultimate, I suppose," he praised you for helping him get away from the flock of ducks that were, as said, your own army.

"i really am lucky to have had you save me, huh?" his question made you smile as you picked up on of the ducks from the nice, straight line behind you.

"from my own army, yes. very lucky, i'd say," Nagito's face seemed to flush a bit, shoving his hands into his pocket as he looked away from making eye contact.

"your army, huh..? then i guess i got it right," he boasted, chuckling to himself.

"well, they don't call you the ultimate lucky student for nothing," with your back turned to him, arms outstretched wide with enthusiasm as you began your speech.

"i shall dominate this world with this very duck army! ducks will be the new indoor pets, they'll be fed and appreciated everywhere.. they'll be a new trend! and once i take over this world..." you turned around, taking the bags with breadcrumbs from Nagito, "you'll be my second in command."

you waved goodbye as you trotted along with the many, many ducks following behind you.

his hands that were released from his pockets had covered his mouth, his mouth that let out small chuckles and giggles.

the hope you gathered inside of you to say that you'd take over this world infested with despair and fill it with hope by a duck army! it was splendid!

and to be your second in command...

he supposed that maybe just once, he could be a little bit selfish.

Hajime Hinata (0.7k words)

it had been a simple outing to the park.

Hajime had no idea why you insisted to go somewhere else, as the park was a nice way to get some soft exercise and the scenery around the park nearby was beautiful.

he was fine with it if you didn't want to go, though.

despite all your protests, you both went anyway.

you two had only been in the park for a small while, but you were so stiff and observant. it was kind of concerning to him, so he decided to ask.

"hey, [Y/n], are you okay? if you don't want to stay here we can--"

"NO! i-i mean, no. i'm okay, i just-- i have something to tell you after we're done with the walk, okay?" you insisted that you both finish this walk.

you also thought that the scenery of the trees and the lake was beautiful, especially since the sun was so bright today. the weather was good for a walk, Hajime knew what he was doing when he suggested the outing to be today.

he scrunched his nose up a bit, but agreed nonetheless, "alright.. if you say so. if you ever need anything, you can always just ask."

he was so reassuring just AGGHHH I LOVE HIM

anyway

ducks.

all you saw were your ducks everywhere. if you hadn't trained them to understand your signals to stay away, you swore Hajime would have been swarmed and pecked by many, many ducks by now for even being near you.

thank goodness you had thought of things beforehand.

other than you spotting ducks everywhere, you were also graced by Hajime's smile the whole walk. just looking at nature and taking in the beauty of it-- Hajime loved being outside.

but most of all, he loved being with you during all this. if he was honest, he hoped that the thing you had to tell him was a confession-- but he wasn't lucky like Nagito. to get his hopes up would be silly, so he just needed to be logical.

maybe it was about this park, or something that had happened to make you so...

"Oh hey, a duck," his voice startled you. but that wasn't the only thing that surprised you.

a duck?!

he picked the small duck up and-- oh god.

"HAJIME!!"

. . . .

shooing a few ducks away from the brunette, you dusted him off, a sorry expression on your face.

"agh, i'm sorry--"

"why're you apologizing?" he gave a soft laugh, "it's not like you knew i'd be attacked by ducks."

as ridiculous as it sounded, after he picked up the small duck at his feet, he was knocked over by a multitude of others in hiding.

now that he thought of it, why were there so many ducks nearby..? he didn't see any on the lake, either. it was... odd.

"so hey, do you know why..?-"

"Hajime," you helped him get up on his feet, taking his hand and pulling him up from the ground.

his face flushed a bit as he grabbed your hand, and he gave his attention to you, "yes, [Y/n]?"

"those ducks were mine," you told him, a hand on his shoulder as you gave him the same sorry face as before, "i'm sorry."

...what?

what did you mean by-- what?? those ducks were yours? why-- no, how did you get those ducks? how did you get them to be so well trained to hide in bushes and trees??

"i know it's probably confusing, but-- i've had them for a long while. i promise i'm using them for the good of the world," you told him, as his confusion only worsened.

"good of... the world..?"

he could see your expression darken as you smiled, grabbing his hand and raising it to intertwine your fingers.

"world domination," you told him, your face brightening up once more.

he was baffled-- speechless. world domination?! he had to stop you--

"well, that is, if you can conquer the world with ducks," you chuckled, which had cancelled out your past claims.

"but i really did train those ducks. they're like my own mini army,"

he chuckled, almost finding this amusing. his chuckle turned into a small laugh before kissing your forehead, "world domination sounds like a good goal."

your face flushed a bit, letting go of his hand and backing away.

before conquering the world, it'd be better if you conquered the feeling inside your chest first.

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spiralhigh · 3 years

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ranking the sdr2 cast by how much their formal wear hits

this is just my opinion, but my opinions are great and i know what i’m talking about! this will be long so it’s under a cut

S TIER:

s tier is reserved for only the best of them all, the cream of the crop, the fit that i would gladly lay down my life for. s tier is the crown jewel. s tier is what everyone else should strive to be... but only one can take the prize.

#1: AKANE OWARI

the undisputed champion. this look is everything to me. EVERYTHING. the red-trim cape with the fur. the contrast of the airy, gathered blouse with those skin-tight shiny (leather? vinyl??) pants. the pumps. the belt that screams disco style. the necklace accentuating the tasteful titty window. the red white and gold color scheme are you FUCKING WITH ME miss owari this look could bring ARMIES to their KNEES in an INSTANT. whoever drew this deserves full creative control of the danganronpa franchise and i’m not kidding

A TIER:

a tier is for the fits that frankly own bones. they’re not as jaw-dropping and legendary as owari, but they’re still razor as hell and deserve to be met with riotous applause.

#2: KAZUICHI SOUDA

kazuichi, i didn’t know you had it in you, but this FUCKS. the character of the pins on the lapels, the sneakers, and the mispinned tie. the absolute CLASS of the suspenders, watch, and tiny round glasses. the handsome slick in the hair now that the greasy beanie is gone. the tasteful highwater. he looks like the host of the larry king show if the larry king show was exclusively about ska bands and he has never looked better

#3: HIYOKO SAIONJI

tell me this isn’t the cutest shit. the colors here are EXQUISITE. the bright notes from the blue on top, the way the soft pink is a perfect middle ground of the pink + white flowers on her sleeves, the subtle way the green in her bow matches the green in her collar, the white petals breaking up the sky blue that might otherwise look out of place? remarkable. stunning.

#4: PEKO PEKOYAMA

the ELEGANCE is EVERYTHING here. the monochrome is offset by just a splash of red that ties everything together with her eyes and the flower in her hair, the checkerboard pattern is visually interesting but not distracting, and her hair in that loose ponytail with the little white ribbon? ugh. ADORABLE! but most of all, look at those BOOTS. those CUTE LITTLE HEELS on those SICK LACE-UP BOOTS..... QUEEN shit!!!

#5: CHIAKI NANAMI

rounding out our a tier is chiaki in this adorable little dress just LOOK at her!!! she looks like a little rose, a perfect flouncy skirt with a glittery mesh overlay, a fun and fresh over-the-shoulder collar, a fucking big old bow tied in the back?? i can literally feel the way this dress would feel in my hands. it’s simple and perfect and frankly a GORGEOUS color on her this is flawless

B TIER:

b tier is a perfectly respectable place to be. these fits lack the lustre and flavor of the a tier entries, but they’re still dressed to impress and they still look fine as hell.

#6: TERUTERU HANAMURA

say what you will about teruteru (and i do) but this suit is ADORABLE and it fits in with his theme + talent better than any other mfer on this list. the tasteful white/brown/red palette gives it a flashy chocolate cookie look, which is amplified in the fun pattern on the jacket. the chef’s hat switching out for a little top hat and the way the cumberbund looks a lil bit like a chocolate bar is also VERY cute

#7: THE IMPOSTOR

now on its own, the suit is just alright. a vibrant pinstripe blue three-piece with the classic red tie wouldn’t land the impostor in b tier on its own... but that FUR COAT, LUXURIOUSLY DRAPED OVER THE SHOULDERS does WONDERS to pull this look together. not only is it worn with “yeah, it’s real mink, no, you can’t touch it” confidence, but it also ties the otherwise arbitrary white loafers into the structure of the look. it’s subtle and class as hell.

C TIER

c tier is full of looks that are... fine, but ultimately either are boring, lack cohesion, or have a confusing design choice or two that make it hard to get all that amped about. c tier is a passing grade, but nothing more.

#8: NAGITO KOMAEDA

there’s a lot that’s good about this outfit, but there’s also a lot that doesn’t really work. let’s start with the good: the slutty loose bowtie and collar, the tight-fitting vest that ends before the hipbones so you can see the belt, the cute little ponytail? (chefs kiss) exquisite, all of it. but the suit itself is boring as sing, and who the hell decided to put the t-shirt symbol on the sleeves??? was it to add visual flavor to an otherwise bland suit? this does NOT have the black/white/red elegance that peko had.

#9: FUYUHIKO KUZURYUU

the silver and gold mob-boss look, complete with matching shoes vest and fedora, are a nice nod to fuyuhiko’s talent! the plaid is teetering on the edge between fun and garish to me, but the fact that it’s consistent and the only pattern means it isn’t too offensive. quick question though: why are his pant legs rolled up like that?? this isn’t a cute “cuffed at the ankle” look, dude looks like he had to wade across a pond to get to the venue. what gives

#10: GUNDAM TANAKA

out of everyone here, gundam’s suit might be the most boring of all. the scarf is just his normal scarf. the red tie and trim don’t do anything to tie the look together. the only mild point of interest is the asymmetrical vest, and i can’t even tell if that’s intentional. simply put, this “““fancy”““ outfit isn’t even in the same ZIP CODE as the level of ostentatious chuuni that gundam serves us every single day in his casual wear. maybe even worse than being ugly... it’s disappointing.

#11: IBUKI MIODA

now, look. is this dress buckwild and ugly as hell? yes. but you know what else it is? it is IBUKI MIODA’S DRESS. there might not be a single cohesive thing about this dress aside from its color scheme. the huge poofy ruffles of the skirt and arm things with the spiked bow and corset are baffling. the artist somehow managed to draw the awkward, clumping shape of the skirt to make it look exactly like an emergency cosplay sewn four hours before a convention. frankly, i can’t justify ranking it as a c! but i’m doing it anyway, because the sheer level of craftsmanship demands it, and in this house we respect diy queens that are totally off the shits.

D TIER:

d tier is for outfits that aren’t offensive, exactly... but like, they sure don’t look good! d tier is not a respectable place to be. those in d tier won’t be laughed out of the ceremony in shame, but they should really run their outfit by someone else first next time.

#12: NEKOMARU NIDAI

now don’t get me wrong: i have nothing but respect for the titties-out look. keeping the shirt unbuttoned all the way down to where the lapels of the jacket end? that’s sexy as hell. however, this flawless idea has a confusing execution. why emerald green and orange? what’s with the... long-sleeved printed (hawaiian?) shirt? why the red pocket square? and the jacket itself, while fitted perfectly along the chest and midsection, has a weird, unflattering scallop shape flaring out at the bottom. i want to like this fit, but there are just too many bad choices.

#13: HAJIME HINATA

oh, hajime... literally nothing about this ensemble is it. the creamy manila suit might have had potential if there were literally any color variation in the vest (or potentially shoes) to give it a little more shape, or even if you just went with a white shirt underneath it! i could get behind a light, off-monochrome look! but that leprechaun-green shirt is downright perplexing to me. it looks like a mistake! did you get dressed in the dark? did you spill something on your other shirt? this is a mess.

F TIER:

f tier is inexcusable. f tier should never have happened. how does it get this bad. who did this? who’s responsible for this?

#14: SONIA NEVERMIND

y’know, the colors are pretty! i dig the white and teal! but... girl... what the fuck is this construction. the ruffles are all over the place. the bodice looks like it has less fabric than space it needs to cover. the bottom half of the skirt looks like it was sewn on as an afterthought because the top half was too short for dress code. what’s with the weird choker collar detached from everything else. why is the hairband a slightly different shade of green. so many decisions were made here and none of them are flattering

#15: MAHIRU KOIZUMI

yknow, i like the idea behind this. i can see what you were going for! the dress on its own might have worked, even! but everything else about it is just... so ugly. what the fuck is happening with those shoes??? the sheer black tights aren’t the sexy OL look you think they are. the collar of the dress looks like it’s... braided for some reason??? those earrings are so huge for no payoff, statement jewelry with nothing to say, and worst of all... that headband. GIRL. that headband and that belt...... there’s nothing here. also i love orange but it’s not her color.

and finally... the worst.

#16: MIKAN TSUMIKI

what the fuck. what the fuck is this. this is straight up cheap rubber fetish gear. why is the HAT rubber? that skirt ruffle makes this look like fucking polly pocket clothes. why the fuck is she wearing that. the clothes are so bad that it makes her hair look like rubber too. was she dared to wear this? is this some cruel punishment? i don’t even know what to say. this is the worst possible outfit. there is not even one redeeming quality about it.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #new tab

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This is my classpect master post for Danganronpa 2! It's been a while since my post for the first game, mostly because I was stuck on a few characters (it was much harder overall for some reason), but I'm finally done, god bless. I’m hoping to start and finish V3 soon to work on the next classpect post

Hinata Hajime- Page of Hope

-actively exploits and is served possibilities and positivity. Hope was easy for Hajime, because even though he's more of a "realist" than our other hope players, he's a fantastic beacon of encouragement to the people around him. Somehow he just knows the right things to say in order to lift people's spirits. He definitely didn't start out with much hope himself though. He was bitter and futureless, attending the Hope's Peak reserve course as more of a conciliatory prize than anything. But Chiaki bumped into him and gave him the belief that he's not any worse by not having a talent. And later, he was given a huge opportunity to take part in the "hope cultivation plan". There's a lot of self-denial going on with him, trying not to admit to others that he's only in the reserve course and trying to convince himself that he doesn't care that much, which runs rampant in pages and knights.

Kamukura Izuru - Muse of Hope

-passively embodies possibilities and beliefs. On my previous classpect post with the DR1 characters, I said I didn't do the master classes but I've changed my mind. I'm not going to go back and edit my post but I'm definitely sorting Junko as a lord and Izuru as a muse. There's nothing else he could be. Extreme passivity and preoccupation with personal belief and possibilities (what is interesting, what is boring, is there anything I can't do?). He *is* possibilities in that he has so many talents, he can do nearly anything. Also, this just goes to show that no class, aspect, or title is inherently good or bad. Some might be more inclined to, uh, moral confusion, but we all make our own choices.

Owari Akane- Mage of Life

-actively understands and guides energy and growth. Life seems a pretty solid fit for her, as she's basically grown up overcoming obstacles, metaphorically and literally as she does parkour and gymnastics. Her relationship with food is all about energy and not about quality (... she eats crushed flowers after Hiyoko tells her you get more protein when you crush the food). What really sold me on mage though, was her intuition. She's really noted for her accurate gut feelings; she can tell when someone is strong even when they don't look it and I learned after reading her wiki that in the "ultimate talent development plan" she could sense Mukuro and Maki weren't who they appeared to be.

Komaeda Nagito- Bard of Light

-passively destroys information and fortune. A lot of people say he's hope but while that could fit, light fits so much better. His cycle of good luck & bad luck makes sense as he's drawn to luck as a light player but then destroys it as a bard. Most importantly though, the way he wields information like a weapon to confuse and undermine people really solidifies it for me. Somehow, someway, he always knows (or acts like he knows) much more than everyone around him. His dialogue is endless exposition and self-centered but all his information is given to manipulate people and tear them down.

Pekoyama Peko- Knight of Doom

-passively serves systems, restrictions, and suffering. She serves the system she's always known. She is a tool to be wielded by Fuyuhiko and nothing more. Her feelings and desires are pushed down because there's no point in expressing them. She's very good at what she does though, she definitely exploits the rules she adheres by enough to be called an Ultimate. And even though she doesn't express her emotions, it's clear that her suffering has made her empathetic, as she's respectful and one of the few people who holds basic decency towards Nagito.

Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko- Prince of Blood

-actively destroys through relationships and bonds. He's destructive and he acts like it; heir was the only other class I was considering but he's very active and more into intentional destruction than unintentional changes. Obviously he destroys nearly any chance of close relationships with his classmates, but as a yakuza his job is to use his connections to lead, which often involves tearing down other gangs and ties. And finally, he destroys his only real relationship after Peko is executed after he orders her to kill Mahiro.

Hanamura Teruteru- Maid of Rage

-actively creates rage and limitations. I think maid fits well from the start, as he's a cook and that's all about creation. He definitely inspires rage in people, and the doubt and disbelief of rage is very evident in his constant denial of his surroundings. He created a lot of fear and negativity in himself because he wouldn't settle on believing or refusing what was going on- he needed to know the truth and that drove him to acting out. His insistence on being called "chef" and that he's from the city both fuel a sort of self-delusion that seems to be common with rage.

Nanami Chiaki- Rogue of Blood

-passively steals and relocates relationships and bonds. She is very focused on interpersonal relationships, and not just those centered on herself. To some extent, she's able to connect with everyone including reserve course Hajime, and black sheep Nagito. In the game, she's *really* good at redirecting people. If they're focused on arguing with someone, she manages to turn it around for the better, like with Hiyoko's shrine to Mahiru. She also fits the rogue archetype well, as in the anime she was an outcast in the beginning, and- this might just be my opinion- honestly I don't think anyone ever seriously got close to her as well as they did with some of the others.

Tanaka Gundham- Witch of Hope

-actively changes beliefs and possibilities. Honestly, I could see a bit of everything in him. I think witch fits very well with his aesthetic, but it also fits his choices. Witches are highly active but often off doing their own thing instead of cooperating with everyone; he spent more time looking for his earring than investigating for the first trial. Hope very clearly fits the zany belief system he has, but it also fits in other ways. It's not obvious because of his vernacular, but he has a crazy amount of optimism; he gets regular remarks ranging from "politely shunning" to "outright hurtful" and they never seem to seriously bother him. I view his act in chapter 4 as a grand example of changing his classmates' hope.

Sonia Nevermind- Knight of Breath

-passively exploits and serves through freedom and direction. While she is a princess, she definitely does not act like a prince. Instead she considers her title to essentially be a servant to her people. She isn't above them in anything but position, and she needs to direct them to a better future. She is cooperative and helpful to the rest of the class but not in the healer way a sylph would be, more in the useful motivator kind of way. She serves the team by keeping a composed head and encouraging everyone to stay calm and work towards the goal. She expresses the motivation and direction aspects of breath more so than freedom but it still shows in her detachment from everyone else due to her status. She's never really had close bonds before Hope's Peak.

Saionji Hiyoko- Thief of Time

-actively steals time. I went through several different titles for her in between analyzing other characters. She definitely fits the role of thief with a personality comparable to Vriska and Meenah. Dancing is a time activity as you need perfect timing for a routine, and traditional dancing even more so since it's lasted for centuries. Personally, I think because of her upbringing she is not quite acting as she wants to, and is ghosting the knight of space. She wants to be bold and confident, able to take up the time of others and act meaningfully, but she's hesitating; serving others space to keep them away and is pretending she's more capable than she is. She was kept spoiled and helpless growing up which means she developed the personality and drive of a thief, but not the skills needed for one.

Mioda Ibuki- Sylph of Heart

-passively heals emotions and sense of self. To me she is very clearly a heart player. She's very sure who she is and doesn't mind expressing it, and all of her free time events with Hajime are centered around helping him with his identity. She's friendly and gets along with pretty much everyone in some way, including "Byakuya", Mikan, and Hiyoko; all of which are not so easy to hold friendships with. I think it's interesting how much she likes "Byakuya" considering his constant identity crisis and I wonder if she can sort of sense that. She's loud and she stands out, but she's a pretty passive person concerning her actual actions and mostly helps people individually.

Souda Kazuichi- Page of Space

-actively exploits and is served space. I like space for him; I think the creationistic, physically-oriented, free-flowing structure of space suits his nature well. He's more concerned with the journey rather than getting to the perfect end results, as shown by the examples we have of his machines. One of his inventions automatically draws the lines on a soccer field but it had no stopping mechanism and escaped from the school grounds- it was quite a success to him though! He dreams of creating an incredibly fast bike that he can't even ride and he enjoys every step of the process even though it's taking him a while. He has created an intimidating physical persona for himself by dying his hair and wearing contacts to give him a punk look, but others comment that it doesn't quite match his jumpy, anxious personality. This is on-par for pages, who often feel the need for a mask, because he is now served space by strangers due to his appearance.

Koizumi Mahiru- Seer of Space

-passively guides and understands space. I struggled with her a bit as we really don't know much about her. She's kind of plain compared to the other outlandish personalities and she says she doesn't open up to Hajime as much as she would with a girl. Space is about creation, physicality, location, and enjoying the moment. Her interest in photography satisfied all of those especially with how she views it; she captures pictures of people smiling to create a record of the current moment. She's very level headed and is good at seeing the whole ~picture~ (hehe). She's not a very active person but she's quick to give her opinion and advice if she thinks someone is on the wrong track.

Tsumiki Mikan- Bard of Rage

-passively destroys through negativity and limitations. Rage was easy for her; she's surrounded in negativity and it tends to annoy (and occasionally enrage) those around her. It provides a unique contrast with Nagito, as she subverts the usual motive for killing (hope of getting off the island) and kills only for despair. It is, of course, expected for a bard to flip their lid, but she also acts as a bard before remembering her prior life. She does destroy some of the limitations through the first two trials by providing autopsies when the Monokuma files didn't cut it, and she very clearly represses her own rage at her abusers nearly 24/7. I think it's also worth mentioning that on a fictional level, rage and hope both are often associated with a sort of hand-wavey deus ex machina bullshit which I'd say applies to her ability to retrieve the memories of her past life due to the despair disease, even though it didn't work that way for anyone else.

Nidai Nekomaru- Heir of Mind

-passively changes actions and logic. The English translation of his ability is "team manager", but when he explains his skill, he doesn't focus on teams, he focuses on the athlete themself, so "coach" or "trainer" would be more apt I think. And a trainer is focused on changing your actions, getting you to perform better and better. Despite his loud and boisterous personality, he tends to be pretty level headed. He's able to clearly ascertain what each individual athlete needs to improve and create an orderly regiment for them. It took me a while to decide on heir, but it fits better than any other class I feel, as he does inherit the title from Daisuke, a team manager he shared time in the hospital with who later died, and his personality is similar to the other heirs we know in Homestuck.

Ultimate Imposter- Maid of Void

-actively creates nothingness and secrets. I was originally gonna go with heart because of identity issues, but after reading their wiki because I didn't want to rewatch the anime, most of their issues stem from feeling like they don't exist, feeling like nothing, which is spot on for void. Not to mention they need to keep their secret while impersonating someone, and they have to basically create secrets whenever people ask them personal information about whoever they're portraying at the time. They are made of nothingness, with no name, no background, and they create more of it when providing falsities to their classmates. Even without the pun of "made" and "maid", they're a very kind and helpful person no matter who they're posing as.

#homestuck #danganronpa #danganronpastuck #danganstuck #drstuck #classpects

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imaginedanganronpa · 5 years

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How would DR2 boys react to waking up their s/o that’s in the middle of sleeping and suddenly they shout some random nonsense that make no sense? Like ‘I DIDN’T USE JUZO’S TOOTHBRUSH TO BRUSH MY DUCK’S TEETH!’

I read this over and over, and I eventually just assumed that ‘they’ meant their S/O so that’s how I wrote it. I hope that’s what you meant!~

SDR2 Boys Waking Up Their Sleeping S/O & They Shout Some Random Nonsense!

Hajime Hinata

He’s a pretty peaceful sleeper. It’s normally pretty easy tosleep beside him because he doesn’t really move and remains calm; he’s still and quiet when he’s finally out.

Hajime finds it harder to fall asleep, though. Typically staying up longer than you do, but he finds comfort in having you beside him. He loves listening to your light breathing by his side.

You’ve been having some episodes lately where you blurt out random things in your sleep.

More than once, you’ve woken up while saying somepretty questionable things. But you can’t help it, it’s always the strangest dreams that end up slipping out!

He never really complains; he actually finds it pretty amusing and will help lull you back to sleep afterwards.

It happened when you were both falling asleep, the two of you were completely still. You were facing one another with yourforeheads pressed together. Hajime had his arms wrapped aroundyou lovingly and your legs were a tangled mess under the blankets.

All of a sudden, you began shifting and turning in the bed. You ripped away fromhis grasp which is what woke him up. Hajime sleepily opened his eyes and staredat you.

Immediate concern flooded his body. Were you having a nightmare?Concerned-Boyfriend Mode Activated.

He started shaking your shoulders softly and stared down at your twitching body. Then, you shot up and gasped; your eyes opened quickly and stared forward, expressionless.

“The Amazon people printed the wrong face on my blanket, that’s not my face!”

He watched you, confused. “What blanket?”

You finally came to your senses and a bright pink blush formed over your cheeks. “Oh, I said that out loud, huh?” He couldn’t hold his giggles back as you roll your eyes and Hajime pulls you back down to cuddle once more.

Nagito Komaeda

Nagito is a very loving boyfriend and one of his favoritethings to do was sleep beside you. He also loved just watching you as you sleptbecause you looked so peaceful and serene.

Normally, you aren’t the kind of person to move a lot in your sleep – it rarelyever happened. And generally speaking you didn’t sleep talk, or you were nevertold.

But honestly, if you did, Nagito probably wouldn’t tell you - he’d just laugh quietly and use it against you, teasingly, in the future.

He couldn’t sleep so he took comfort in watching you instead. He was flipping throughchannels when a particular episode caught his eye; he knew it was your favoriteshow.

Your head was resting in Nagito’s lap and he was running his long, slenderfingers through your hair. He slowly stroked the side of your face and placedbutterfly kisses here and there.

Gently shaking you awake, he was trying to get your attention - knowing you wouldn’t want to miss this. You’d get upset if he watched it without you!

You mumblesomething he cannot quite make out and he leans forward to place his ear byyour soft lips.

Still shaking you, he isn’t getting much of a response. Not until you leapforward and your heads collide, Nagito retracting himself in shock. “Sorry, Ipushed you into Hajime’s sprinkler system!”

He’s rubbing his head where you had accidentally hit him with a faint smile. The pain wasn’t thereat first but then a massive headache caused you to fall backwards on the bed,groaning in agony. You placed your hand on your forehead and didn’t even seemto realize you had said anything.

“Hajime? He doesn’t have a sprinkler system, (Y/N).”

You draw your brows together. “What are you talking about?”

He explains what you had said; you didn’t even hear yourself. You’d justbeen blabbering nonsense in your sleep the whole time, apparently.

Now Nagito was chuckling, curious as to why you pushed him in the sprinklers.

All you could do was fall back asleep, embarrassed and knowing he’d never let you hear the end of this one.

Gundham Tanaka

You loved sleeping beside him – it was always so loving andcomforting; you felt at home in his arms. Gundham sleeps with his limbs entangled in yours, embracing youclosely.

Every night, he tells you that he’ll see you in your dreams; it’s supposed tobe sentimental. Typically, you don’t have nightmares when you’re with him however you do have some pretty odd dreams.

But you had been tossing and turning so much beside him on this specific night. You kicked him awakeand he sits up, slightly agitated at first.

Realizing that it was an accident and you were still sound asleep, he props himself up and just watched you, wondering what you could possibly be dreaming of.

He always wondered what went on inside that head of yours.

Gundham was concerned because he didn’t want any demons troubling you while youslept; all he wanted was for you to get a good night’s rest.

He shakes your shoulders with no response, wanting to make sure that everything was okay.

Mumbling something he can’t quitedecipher, he puts his ear beside your lips and listens.

Shaking your shoulders, much rougher this time, you jolt awake.

Jumping forward as you woke up, your eyes don’t have time to adjust to the darkness.Gundham stumbled back and lets out a cry.“Father, fetch me my overlord’s cape!”

He stares at you silently. “Did you just call me Father?”

Slightly perplexed, it takes you a moment to come to your senses. Once you finally do, you become flustered. “Oh, no. I must sound really stupid.”

Gundham gently pulls you closer and examines your face. “Was I the overlord you had been dreaming of?”

You’re blushing, a bit confused and dazed still; but you can sense a tinge of cheerfulness in his voice. There goes his superiority complex again.

Gundham’s grip tightens around your hand and a smile spreads across his lips. “You have no idea how joyous that makes me, (Y/N)! If I am an overlord, that must mean you’re my second in command…”

And here comes one of his rants about ruling the world together. You were too tired to process his strange words at this time of night, so you simply agree with a smile and he kisses your forehead, insisting that rulers need a good night’s sleep before tucking you in bed once more.

Kazuichi Souda

You two loved taking naps together. Whenever you were havinga rough day, that was your solution.

You’d been nuzzled into Kazuichi’s chest and he wrapped a strong arm aroundyou. He was half-asleep himself, still somewhat dozing off. Today was especially long for both of you, so your remedy seemed like the best possible solution.

Kazuichi was in the limbo where you aren’t completely asleep but aren’t awakeeither, just conscious enough to somewhat understand your surroundings. He wassnoring lightly, whilst you were in a deep sleep.

Who knows what you were dreaming about? Your dreams were always strange and uncalled for.

You jolt awake and shout, “Just follow the jellybeans!”

Kazuichi stumbles awake as well, now fully-aware of what was happening. He letsout an intense scream and nearly falls out of bed, hitting his neck on theheadboard as he did so.

His natural reflexes were really working against him this time.

He’s desperately scrambling to readjust himself, his heart-rate slowly declining again whilst breathing heavily. You knew your boyfriend was easily spooked, but you didn’t think it was that bad.

“What the fuck, (Y/N)?!” He asks, clutching his chest with one palm. You feel bad for scaring him like that, but it couldn’t be helped.

You frantically apologize, a bit of a giggle escaping from your lips. Seeing him become so flustered was actually pretty adorable.

“Also… uh, jellybeans?” Kazuichi is scratching the back of his head and cocking a brow. Your face turns red and that smile gets wiped off your face as soon as he questions you.

“I-I can explain!” You say.

Now he’s the one laughing at you, “Please do.”

Trying to retrace your dream and put the missing pieces together, you impishly smile at him. His smug grin reappears and you can already tell he’s going to tease you for the nonsense you spill while sleeping.

“You know what,” he says slowly, “let’s never talk about this again. Deal?”

He pokes out his pinky-finger and you nod, accepting his deal and letting the embarrassment melt away.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

You fell asleep beside him and he doesn’t want to disturbyou so he lets you stay there, peacefully just like that. He was a bit of arestless sleeper anyway.

He was trying to do something but he can’t now: it’s like when an animal falls asleep on you and you don’t want to move and disturb them. That’s how Fuyuhiko felt right now.

Fuyuhiko stays up, mindlessly scrolling through his phone or minding his ownbusiness.

He loved when you passed out on his chest like this, secretly. Although, he’d never admit it - you are his weak spot and the only person who can bring out the softer side of him.

Fuyuhiko finds a strange sense of comfort in listening to your steady breathing.

He’s placing kisses on top of your head and admiring your beauty from above, stroking your hair and faintly grinning.

You started tossing and turning, and Fuyuhiko was finding it harder to payattention to anything but you, sound asleep on top of him.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” His voice is raised and you suddenly mumble something. Hehesitates and then gently shoves your shoulder, enough to wake you up.

As tough as he acts, he hates when you have nightmares. He sits up, knowing it will wake you up, causing you to tumble down and off of him which immediately stuns you back to reality.

Almost instinctively, you blurt out, “Just put it in the washing machine, all your wishes will come true…”

Fuyuhiko is staring at you, completely taken aback. “What the Hell did you say?” He’s shaking his head, slightly judging you in his mind.

He can’t help but to crack a smug smile. Your eyes widen and all you can do is hide your face in the covers.

Fuyuhiko pulls them down, his face now inches from yours. “You know, you’re lucky that you’re cute. Otherwise, I might make fun of you.”

He pecks your forehead and returns to scrolling through his phone. Your half-asleep mind is still trying to figure out what happened, but you feel your face heat up as you blush.

You go back to curling up beside your boyfriend, although now hyper-aware of the nonsense you say when you’re sleeping.

Nekomaru Nidai

Nekomaru is like a big teddy bear, he loves cuddling andgenerally falls asleep before you do. Once his head hits the pillow, it’s allover.

He was curled up with you, enthralled in whatever he’d been up to. Your head was resting in his lap and he was running his fingers through your hair, as you quietly snored beneath him.

His arms were wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close. You knew youwouldn’t be able to break free from his grip. All he could do was stare down at you lovingly and listen to the cute little sounds you made while sleeping.

You began tossing and turning beneath Nekomaru, causing him to raise abrow and stare down at your sleeping body silently. His first instinct was that you were likely havinga nightmare in which he wanted to console you. He gently began to shake you, trying to stir you awake.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Even his booming voice couldn’t seem to bring you back.

Running his hands over your shoulders, nothing seemed to do the trick. He was growing increasingly frustrated and desperate.

Suddenly, you shift and lean forward. In a half-sleepy daze, you shouted something peculiar. “Where have you hidden the cheese-wheel?!”

He stared at you blankly, and you turns to meet his perplexed expression; he looked completely dazed. You’ve never seen him look so uncertain or confused before.

“Oh, hello hun! Did I say that out loud?” He scratched the back of his headwith a light pink blush on his cheeks, not entirely sure how to answer.

“What were you dreaming of?” He asks with a bit of a shaky voice. You giggle and shyly snuggle back into his large chest, insisting that he shouldn’t worry about it.

He shrugs, still pondering your dream. Nekomaru is stubborn so he’ll bug you about it for a long time to come.

Teruteru Hanamura

He’s had a really long day. His restaurant was particularlybusy this evening and he couldn’t seem to catch a break.

Normally, you stay up later than he does but tonight,Teruteru was completely wiped out.

He drags his feet underneath him. Rushing towards your side comfortingly, he snuggles into bed beside you and feels his eyes grow heavier; still, something kept bugging him awake and he can’t place a finger on why.

You have talked in your sleep before, even had full-on conversations withhim, but this night was stranger than normal.

The television plays quiet background hums as you begin to mumble something, and Teruteru’s ears perk up. He glances over his shoulder, realizing that you were talking in your sleep again.

“Kiss the cook! This seat’s taken.”

His eyebrows immediately raise. Well, that was different!

He slides closer towards to you and placed a gentle touch on your shoulder. You blink awake, a bitaggravated at first before realizing that it was only your boyfriend.

Is his nose bleeding?

Your eyes widen, not expecting to see him so close to your face, and jump backwards. Teruteru asks you to repeat that, and you shake your head. “Huh?”

His mind was racing, curious as to what that could’ve meant. He leans closer, “You did say kiss the cook~”

Typical of your boyfriend. You sigh, admittedly realizing that you sleep-talk sometimes, and then peck his lips so he can go to sleep peacefully.

You turn and pull the covers back over your head, smiling to yourself. Teruteru was still trying to figure out the second part, though, but that’s not something he wants to worry about now,

Byakuya Twogami (Imposter)

This boy is a very avid cuddle-partner, and he absolutely adores when he’sable to just pull you close and embrace you.

It happened one night when you both stayed up a lot later than you probablyshould have.

You are both well-aware of your sleep-talking problem but it’s something that just… happens. You’ve never been able to figure out why.

Luckily, he doesn’t mind too much. Although, he sometimes has some snarky comments about what was said but you don’t let it bother you too much.

His eyes were just beginning to flutter close when he hears you beginning to mumble something.

For the most part, your dreams were pretty innocent. But in a rather suggestive voice, you spit out, “Sooo~ are any of your seedlings early bloomers?”

He turns and looks at you, but all he has to do is scan your face to realize that you were sound asleep. His face turns bright red and he swears he saw a smirk on your lips.

Stammering and puzzled, he wakes you up by pulling the covers off of you. Your eyes shoot open and you repeat the strange sentence all over again.

Being as prideful as he is, he shook his head. “(Y/N)… what was that?” He squints at you in the darkness.

“Did I do it again?” You ask, referring to the sleep-talking. He nods slowly and you bury your face in your hands, apologizing promptly.

He starts drilling you about what you had on your mind but you couldn’t seem to recall. He’ll just have to live with the bruised pride and confusion.

To this day, he swears that you had to have been dreaming up something pretty sensual but that’s not something you’re willing to admit.

- Mod Rantaro

#danganronpa #super dangan ronpa 2 #danganronpa imagines #anime #imagines #sdr2 #sdr2 imagines #Hajime Hinata #Nagito Komaeda #gundham tanaka #Kazuichi Souda #Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu #Imposter #teruteru hanamura #nekomaru nidai

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Title: Infighting

By: @imakeideasnotart

For: @yusakidesu

Warnings: sad soulmate Au

Prompt: fluffy post hope arc, soulmate AU

Note: I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, I tried my very best, and I hope you enjoy! I ran into a huge technical difficulty, and had to type this on my phone. I pray that i caught all the errors ! This was a great prompt, have a super duper day!

Hinata leans back in his chair, glaring wearily around at his classmates over what should be the cheery clatter of tableware. Only it isn’t. He hopes they forgive his staring, but he can’t seem to take his gaze off of Mahiru and the way she studies her tie with Peko or Fuyuhiko around. Or the way Teruteru squeaks around Imposter like some pig caught red-handedly in some forbidden act. Or the way Mikan gets jittery around Ibuki and Saionji, playing with her hair and staring at the floor until she can find a way out. The way Gundam won’t stop sizing up Nekomaru. It’s just fascinating in some twisted, terrible-

“Ouch!” Hinata yelps as a foot rushes into contact with his knee-cap. “What was that for?”

His attacker is Souda, who he had been somewhat engaging in conversation with, somewhat ignoring over a quick breakfast.

“It wouldn’t kill you to listen to me, you know. Also, stop glaring at people. It’ll only stir up more drama. You know we don’t need any more of that around here. Get a grip, man.”

Hinata sighed. Souda was right. For all the bickering and hatred, they needed somebody to lighten everything up. It was just that Ibuki wasn’t the same type of carefree girl that she once was and nobody else was stepping to the plate. And Chiaki…

“I miss Nanami,” Hinata bluntly states, poking a sausage link around the eggs on his plate. He suddenly doesn’t feel very hungry thinking of his lost friend.

‘She could fix this I know she could. She would find a way.’

“So you do miss her,” Says Souda as their eyes catch for the first time in five minutes. Hinata stares at him and his artificial pink eyes as Souda sets down his fork himself. “Why?”

Hinata almost chokes on his own saliva at that question. “What do you mean ‘why’? She was my best friend- How could I not miss her?”

Hinata feels some sort of tension slip in out of nowhere and start to rise. Souda looked serious. To Hinata, he had two default moods and those were utilized only when he was panicking and fanboying. Souda suddenly leans backwards in his chair and looks him up and down, as though he suddenly doesn’t know him. It’s painfully obviously, but more importantly, it isn’t helping to cool the tension. When Souda finally speaks, suddenly it gets put into overdrive, and there’s not a doubt that he’s ever gotten so angry so from a conversation with a friend.

“You don’t exactly seem to be honoring her, dating that asshole.”

Souda spits the words out and then bitterly looks into his own cup of coffee like the Mona Lisa is in the process of being painted there. Hinata sees the way Souda’s fingers clutch at the cup a bit, like he’d love to beat that “asshole” into the ground or smash the plate Hinata has assembled to bring to his cottage later.

The fact that the rest of the dining hall is dead silent, and it draws attention to them in favor of noting that Souda would love to beat Nagito Komaeda into the ground. It’s almost entirely out of spite and a will to prove a point to a lost artificial intelligence.

And now those words are long and measured like somebody was tracking the duration between each one with a timer.

“What did you just call him…?”

And Souda has grown a backbone in the blink of an eye. “I said he’s an asshole. He killed Chiaki, and we needed her.”

He hadn’t killed Chiaki. Hinata’s hands slammed down onto the tabletop forcefully. He felt a twinge of guilty pleasure at the horrified look that jumped onto Souda’s face. “She is dead here, in the real world, Souda. Dead- do you need a fucking dictionary? She is dead. It sounds like you’re trying to throw your problems onto my boyfriend.”

“My problems?! I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking!” Souda snaps at him. Hinata feels even more upset at this because he knows that Souda only puts up this much of a fight if there isn’t a single doubt in his mind.

“You’re just feeling guilty that you couldn’t salvage her AI after her execution, and you’re blaming Nagito when he hasn’t done anything wrong!”

“I couldn’t save her, with the way that execution destroyed her, and he’s the one who got her executed! ‘Hasn’t done anything wrong’? He got Imposter and Teruteru killed, and now Chiaki’s gone- that’s his fault!” Out of the fuzzy peripheral of Hinata’s vision he could make out the two victims of the first trial flinch respectively. “He tried to kill us all!”

“Once!” And Hinata feels his chair skitter out from under him as he stands and bellows his words, only to hear his chair fall behind him with a heavy thud. “He was trying to give a fair shot for somebody to leave! He didn’t know the other rule until the trial began!”

“Yes he did!”

“Did you believe it at first?!”

“No, but I know first-hand that he did!”

“His brain was deteriorating, he- He had terminal cancer!”

“He’s a murder!”

“He’s saved our lives a dozen times over and you know it. He was smart and courageous and kind and you- you treated him like shit!”

“I was just a talent to him!” Souda protested.

“You never took the time to meet him, of course you were! You’re expecting him to have some kind of inherent good will towards you, and you never even made the effort to deserve that much!”

“He was insane!” Souda says in a vague attempt to bolster his argument.

“I don’t see you solving escape games and pointing a gun to your head on behalf of anybody! I don’t see you telling me to keep my movie tickets, or pointing out gummy bags, or handing out elevator tasks about compasses, or finding letters in cottages! Or- Or ending prizes, or portable stoves that nobody else would have noticed- But that all saved our lives.”

There’s a lull as Souda digests this, as everyone collectively digests words as opposed to food. And then, he speaks again, frivolously. “He was dangerous!”

“Well, I don’t see you trying your best, risking your life and saving a group of people over and over after they’ve bullied you, tormented you, shunned you, oh, and remember the time they beat you up, knocked you out cold, and tied up in a room where somebody died the day before without feeding you for days?! I don’t see you making those kinds of sacrifices, you-!”

“Hinata! Stop it!” Mahiru was upon him. “This fighting won’t solve anything. Nagito-”

“Shut up!” He barked. “You weren’t even alive to see it!”

It was as if he’d slapped her with his barbed, immediate response. Hinata felt the air being sucked out of the room. Looking at her hurt expression, he felt as though he were being vacuum-sealed. She actually lacked a sharp comeback for once.The lost, panicked look on Souda’s face was enough to make him want to leave immediately and, really, what was going to stop him? He grabbed the plate beside his own, and carried it towards the door. Before he left, he looked back, returning everybody’s gaze as they stared blankly at him.

“Does anybody else have an opinion about Nagito that I should hear?” He asked venomously. For a moment, the whole restaurant was caught in a brittle silence, tension all around them. Turning on his heel, Hinata left his toppled chair, half-eaten breakfast , and thirteen shell-shocked peers behind him.

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Balancing a plate in his right hand and knocking with it at the same time wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. As it turns out, everything that happened in the program affected his muscle memory respectively and he found himself trying to use his left often. He knew and truly did love Nagito. He sure did make things complicated and it almost made him itch for the confines of the simulation, where romance and soulmates hadn’t been programmed in. Where they could go through a day being fully emotionally capable and not feeling guilty for the scars the other would suffer because of them.

Eventually, Hinata was able to tap the rim of the glass plate against the door loud enough to be heard from the inside.

“Come in!” He heard Nagito crow weakly. Nobody cared with formalities anymore. Nagito knew who was coming. Nagito’s cabin was treated as a lion’s den these days and he was tied up there tighter than ropes could ever restrain.

He did have to set down the plate on the floor to open up the door and had to stoop down low to pick it up again, which made him feel oddly embarrassed and violated, though there was really nobody to blame.

“Hey.” Nagito smiles at him from his bed. He’s still tucked into the covers with the usual bedhead, blinking heavily as Hinata kicks the door closed with his foot behind him and makes his way over to the foot of the bed.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

Nagito shifts, pulling his lanky legs closer to his chin. He rubs his eyes. “Don’t worry about it… I was having bad dreams anyway.”

Hinata smiles, seeing Nagito’s bare chest peek out from the sheets, and his smile is only strengthened when he sees the fresh flowers that he had given him yesterday on the bedside table flourishing.

“About what?” Hinata pretends to ask, mindfully setting down Nagito’s plate on the plush surface of the bed so he can self-consciously mess about with his left hand for a moment.

He does take a moment to notice how frail Nagito looks in the bright sun washing over the room.

“The program,” He answers wistfully. “Killing myself, hurting you, hurting them. It’s all the same at this point. Just, the program.”

Empty words aren’t really Hinata’s style, and he knows there’s really nothing he can say to take back anything that’s happened. Sometimes though, it’s the thought that counts.

“Nagito you’ve never once hurt me,” He says as he reaches for the plate on the bed and offers it to his groggy boyfriend. “Maybe I didn’t understand what you were doing at the time, but I do now. I believe in you.”

“I would beg to differ,” Nagito mutters, but his argument dies the moment he has the plate with eggs and bacon arranged in a little happy face handed to him.

“Yeah, hey, can we not talk about depressing stuff for like 2 seconds?” Hinata asks sarcastically, pleased to see the surprised look on Nagito’s face.

Nagito would comply- very rarely did he ever oppose him. “…But may I ask what exactly this is?” He stares down at the soulless, eggy expression that emerged from the plate.

“I mean,” Hinata grumbles stiffly. “I thought it was cute.” He feels a bit self-conscious.

“Oh, I do, too, I just didn’t think it was like you at all. I thought you might be embarrassed to give something so saccharine to someone like me.” Then, Nagito picks up fork that came with it and- Hinata wonders if it was intentional- stabs the face in the right eye.

“So like…” Hinata stutters, because Nagito was right. It really wasn’t like him. He wasn’t some stay-at-home dad or anything. Why was he making little faces in Nagito’s breakfast food? “I mean I guess things have changed. I thought you could use a smile…?”

“Things have changed, how?” Nagito asks with a forkful of egg hovering over his mouth for a moment as he spoke.

“I mean, everything just kind of-” It felt as though his next words would have been practiced, and he simply stops. He knows it would sound as though the words hadn’t come from him. “You know what, forget I said anything.”

“Whatever you say.” Nagito shrugs, but Hinata sees in his eyes that he still wants an answer.

“I guess it’s just so different now,” Hinata says, caving. He can’t resist Nagito. If he ever did try, it would end up in some perfectly calculated and contorted mind game, in which Hinata confessed at the end anyway. “Like outside of the program, nothing is the same anymore. We all seem to be at each other’s throats knowing what we can do, what we’re capable of. And it’s scary. Who can say if it’s just in someone’s nature? Like, can they still kill outside of the game, when the stakes are non-existent? Even in the game, we thought it was real life, and people still killed, but… things are worse now. Even worse than during the literal murder game. I don’t know… everything just seems a little out of proportion to me.”

They took a moment and Hinata flinches as their eyes met, watching Nagito’s foggy right eye staring forward blankly into his red one. Being someone’s soulmate was a curse. And with the two of them having more than enough scars to go around for even one person, it really did change things.

“Hinata you do realize that you could solve all of your problems by killing me? I haven’t heard but I can take a good guess at what the others are saying and feeling about you. Us. You can walk out now, I won’t stop you. In fact, I encourage it. It would do you so much good- I could make it easy.”

Hinata audibly groans. It is too early in the morning for this kind of conversation. But Nagito has been trapped in his cottage for so long that it’s starting to make a lot of sense that he would try to take some sort of action to get out, and extreme ideas were his forte.

“I don’t give a shit what they think,” Hinata lies. He did care, just not enough to sacrifice his happiness for it. “I’m not leaving you because a few of them have a problem with you.”

“Hinata, what they say isn’t the only issue and you know it.”

The problem is that he cannot technically can’t argue against that claim with any facts to back it up. The others do hate them, tie them up like cattle. The others were not ashamed to shut them out entirely or lock them up. Sometimes Hinata wonders if anything would really be worse if Monokuma were to show up now and force them to kill each other all over again. He feels like the others would relish in a chance to kill Nagito and by extension, him.

They, of course, have the opportunity now. But that’s the fragile uncertainty they live in. The price they’ve paid, really, in order to spare the world from themselves.

“Seems they now realize what a heartless foul piece of vermin I was all along.”

“They didn’t just start ridiculing you, you know? I get it, you’re a masochist. But can we not just have a morning to be happy?”

“And you believe happy breakfast faces are going to erase all the pain I’ve given to you and me alike? Hinata, please,” He supplements readily to Hinata’s hesitation.

“You’re changing the subject again. I take it there’s something you want then? I’m not in the mood to jump through hoops for you. If you want something, just say so.” He grumbles.

“How perceptive of you, Hinata! Truly, I can never fool you. That would be much too hard for useless trash like me…”

“Just answer the question.”

But Nagito just raised his eyebrows and drew in his knees under his chin popping the last of a bacon strip into his mouth.

“I suppose walking you in circles will be pointless. I guess I’m trying to really figure out why you think staying here with me is worth it…”

“Nagito.” But the moment his hand met Nagito’s, Nagito pulled away.

“Don’t tell me that it’s all okay. I sawed off my own arm, and you felt every second of it. You even have a limp arm because my prosthetic isn’t really ‘me’. You go through headaches, cuts on your thighs and wrists… You’re being shunned and hated. There is no two ways about it, Hinata. I am the root of all of your problems, not somebody you should be bringing happy breakfasts to every morning!”

Hinata opened his mouth to release a protest, but he needed another moment or two to sit with the heavy issues that he’d decided to address so early in the morning.

“What, am I going to abandon you and leave you to starve? Not a chance.”

“Killing me would give you your arm back.” he reminded him wistfully. “Sounds like a great deal could be done if I were cut out entirely.”

“Nagito, I’m not going to kill you to get my arm back.”

“It’s my fault.”

“Well, do you want to kill me? I’m not opposed to that. I’ve given you your fair share of hardships in return.”

“Hardly.”

Hinata splutters. “You are now half blind due to my heterochromia! How the hell is that not bad?”

Nagito suddenly looked like they had both lost their arguments.

“You lost your eye! That’s a huge deal.”

“You lost your arm and your status.”

“Yes, but not us. Right?” He says, shifting closer. “Here’s a novel idea: I love you, and I think it’s worth it to be here.”

“How is that at all an even trade-off in any sense of the-” But it’s too late, because HInata’s hand is already brushing up against his cheek lovingly.

“Look, you just woke up… Let’s not overcomplicate things until after lunch, okay?”

“Hinata, I didn’t mean-”

“Ah-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-” He tuts, clicking his tongue in rhythm. “No more. I love you, and we can leave it at that. We don’t need to have some weird conspiratorial, mysterious understanding of it. It’s simple, and it’s not changing. Why bother making it into something it isn’t?”

Nagito can’t even protest before Hinata leans forward, and started to kiss him gently, his lips softly pushing against one another’s, as Nagito precariously balances the breakfast plate on his lap between them.

HInata’s hand rubs his cheek, back and forth, rocking into him, feeling Nagito’s hair tickling the back of his fingers as he goes, lips pulling apart only to meet again.

“Don’t… make… this… difficult…” Hinata begs between kisses. “It doesn’t have to be…”

Nagito moves the plate out of the way before taking the situation into his own mismatched hands. HInata feels Nagito grab at him around his waist, fingers digging into his lower back, before feeling a familiar tongue start to run up and down, licking his lips over and over, soft swishes, the air between them ceasing to exist. Nagito’s fingers suddenly jerk him forward into his expecting lap. His legs spread, Hinata sat proudly above him, holding Nagito in place as everything became a melting kind of needy. Nagito’s fingers especially, digging into the back of his hipbone so hard that it hurt, tongue pushing against the front of his mouth cruelly, yet never in his mouth.

Nagito seems fixated on licking his lips, swiping slowly and roughly the edges of Hinata's’ mouth, tracing them with precision, but pressing hard, just like Hinata’s di-

Down, boy.

It was sad that HInata could no longer grab at Nagito with two arms. Sad that he could only ever feel him with one, but there wasn’t too much he could-

“Fuck,” He thinks, because Nagito’s tongue was sliding into his mouth finally, dribbling saliva coated his lips, over sharp teeth. It only took a moment before Hinata had shifted his one hand to Nagito’s shoulder. It was easier to pull him in that way. Pulling their bodies together, Hinata’s legs wrap around his waist…

He was right. He didn’t need any explanation for this beyond love and hormones. He didn’t need Nagito to try and put some name on what really only had one.

HInata hears Nagito let loose a small, muffled giggle into his mouth. Hinata smiles, and then straightened his mouth because it’s hard to kiss that way. What they have is too strange or complicated to ever really be understood. Maybe that’s why the others reject it outright. If neither of them could understand it, how could the others, when they didn’t even have a hand in it? Maybe that was okay. They didn’t need to understand it beyond “I love you.”

Nagito takes another moment before he slows and eventually goes still, retreating his invasive tongue and lips, and Hinata watches a string of saliva break between their mouths as he leans backwards. Hinata really can’t think of anything else to do beyond open his one good arm, and engulf Nagito in a hug.

If they fight the good fight together, for each other, it should come together eventually. Who knew that it would be Nagito who gave him that kind of optimism? They can learn to look past the eyes and arms and the pointless infighting. Hope looks past it all. Does he really need anything else? They aren’t the only ones who have suffered.

He can say though, that forgiveness is inevitable.

#komahina #komahina secret exchange #fanfiction

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generous1ty · 3 years

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Hi! I'd like to request a matchup, if that's okay!

I'm a heterosexual girl with dark brown hair and eyes. My hair is straight and very short, but I keep my bangs a little longer. I'm somewhere in between chubby and skinny, and I'm pretty curvy. My personality type is INFP-T and I struggle with social anxiety and depression, recently started a new dose of my meds that seems to be working well. I have a few friends who are pretty much the only people I ever talk to, and I care for them with all my heart. They're very kind and great listeners, and I like to hear them talk about their life and interests too. Most of them approached me first, but whenever I see someone who seems lonely or upset I try to approach them if I can. I usually hesitate and won't talk unless they really are alone. I'm touch starved and needy, so I cling to the ones closer to me a lot. I have three cats and two older sisters. There's a pretty big age gap between us, but we get along well and hang out often. I like drawing and writing whenever I can. I like calm and quiet places, loud noises tend to startle me. My daily life is pretty monotonous, though I really enjoy traveling and seeing new places. I like flowers and art, so museums and gardens are some of my favorite places.

Thank you!

hello, love! <3 thank you for requesting a matchup!

now for your results:

i match you with....

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Makoto Naegi!

Makoto would support you a lot!!!

as an INFJ, Makoto is really work-oriented, hard-working and also values close relationships like you!

he often reminds you of work you tend to forget or avoid! this includes self-care like eating, hydrating yourself, washing yourself and taking your meds if you’re often forgetful of it.

he’s always there to comfort you if anything is making your uncomfortable or anxious, and will always pull you out of a room/activity if it gets too much for you.

he’s always willing to push you, though! to try new things and go new places if you ever want to. he can be a little overbearing sometimes with his persuasive attitude, but he doesn’t mean any harm by it, he just wants you to have fun and experience new things!

but if you don’t want to, he’s alright with that, too! he’ll support your interests now no matter what. you need new sketchbooks or paper? pencils, pens, and brushes? don’t worry about it, he’s got you covered. :)

Makoto is a very good listener. he can be a little all over the place sometimes, but he loves to listen to you talk. you don’t need to worry about ranting or venting to him, because he’s always immersed no matter what!

if you’re not up for talking, Makoto has a bunch of things he likes to talk about too!! he likes a lot of things, from certain hobbies to different species of trees--and he’s always learning more, so there’s never a time where you’re devoid of a topic when talking.

Makoto can get very touchy when he wants attention, and that’s probably,,, a lot of the time. don’t be afraid to ask for or initiate physical affection, because he’ll be open to is 100%!

Makoto isn’t one for loud places, either. he can tolerate them well, but he does prefer more mellow places.

your love for art is what sprouted Makoto’s love for artistic views! he can get creative, but he needs a bit of inspiration to get going, so he’s super happy you share your hobbies with him!

your interests of traveling always calms him down, as well. he loves going where you like, and often takes you to gardens and museums on dates!

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i also pair you with...

Nagito Komaeda!

Nagito is so excited to know about your hobbies and the places you like to go once he finds out about them, really!!

there’s never a time where he isn’t interested in the things you do.

he loves to support you and do whatever you like! he doesn’t really have much opinion on most things(more so, your opinion matters best), so if you ever want to do something-- anything, he is always going to get/do/schedule it for you.

mans is loaded...what can i say.....

Nagito approaches you first, definitely. he’s the first to start conversations, the first to plan things, the first to ask you out, to kiss you, to hold you--

of course, he doesn’t mind it at all! he loves that he’s allowed to touch you as much as he wants. because, like you, he is also touch starved and needy, so he doesn’t care if you are, too!

i just feel like his ego boosts when you cling to him-- his heart is practically jumping out of his chest when you constantly remind him that you love him or you miss him-- that kind of attention is what he’s needed for a long time, so to get it from you? it’s heaven.

now, Nagito knows what it’s like to be hated and cursed and stared down like you’re vermin-- the worst of the worst, and it truly is despairing. that’s why he would never want you to experience that, either.

he is always aware of when situations make you uncomfortable or anxious, or when you’re feeling less chipper than usual-- Nagito is always very perceptive of your moods and changes- nothing gets past him.

so he’s always taking you out or calming you down-- he reminds you to take your meds a lot, especially when he knows you haven’t taken them.

as for places? well, he doesn’t mind going anywhere with you. whenever he’s with you, everything is a fun adventure.

he loves going to privately rented gardens, though!! so if you’d like to go to quiet gardens with him and have some tea or something, oh lord, he’d love that.

you both travel everywhere, no questions asked.

he also!!! loves your cats to death he loves cats- he loves your cats,

he just loves,,, you

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some runner ups are...

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Kazuichi Souda

Mondo Owada

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#sorry this took so long!! AAA #matchups take a lot of time #especially since i have to search up their mbtis n things #i'm so bad at memorizing mbtis HSMND #HNSDDSJD #generous matchups

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