#nagito drabble

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Commission: Nagito Komaeda and Kokichi Ouma - Kissing/Makeout Headcanons + First Kiss Drabble

Fic premise assumes you are the S/O (established relationship or crush) and WANT to be kissed by them, keep this in mind.

Word count: 2.6k words

Nagito Komaeda

Nagito is very ill (obviously) both mentally and physically. With this in mind and just seeing how he acts in-game, I have always retained the idea that he has different sides of himself. I think a lot of the time, the illness gets to his head.

Which Nagito you get can change day by day depending on his mood, his goals, or his current mental state, as we see in-game. Think of how he acts in the beginning of Chapter 1 versus say Chapter 5.

There was a very smug, passive-aggressive (and sometimes just plain aggressive), and sharp-witted Nagito…

Or the giggling, self-hating, hope-gasming mess of a man Nagito.

As his S/O, you got both sides, and both sides would serve you in his own way. He would always strive to please you, even if his methods and words sometimes weren’t the best.

After all, he wouldn’t have fallen in love with you if he didn’t see you as a beacon of hope. You were worthy in every way to him, even when he felt like he didn’t deserve you.

Early into your relationship, Nagito would be very needy, in disbelief that someone like him could have someone like you. He’d be touch-starved, nearly worshiping your body as you made out.

His hands would shake as he ran them up and down your sides while you kissed, clawing at your scalp, desperate to pull you in as if he’d lose you if he didn’t.

He’d be out of breath, ragged, not wanting to separate from you. He wouldn’t believe you would want to be near him, much less lock lips with him. He would savor every second, heart beating wildly in his chest. He would feel like he could pass out at any second.

As your relationship progressed and you two got more comfortable being romantic and vulnerable around each other, he would become more confident and initiate the connections between you two more often.

There would still be times where he acted a bit strange or timid, even in your trusted presence, but now making out with you was something he wanted to enjoy regularly, craved and needed, rather than an occurrence he thought would never happen to him in a million years.

He warms up to you like an engine, going from clinging to you and asking between kisses why you have feelings for a mess like him, to leaving you speechless and breathless as he pushes you up against the wall of your private cottage. He’d cage you in with his arms on either side of you, wanting you only to himself, biting at your bottom lip.

He’d become greedy with your touch and time, dragging you away from the group to make out in your room and tell you how you drive him wild.

The First Kiss

You sat on the floor of Nagito’s cabin with him like you did pretty much every night, cross-legged and hiding a hand of cards from him so he couldn’t cheat. He won nearly every time anyway, so he didn’t need that extra advantage. You enjoyed whisking him away for alone time like this. You found that many of your classmates either didn’t like Nagito or didn’t understand him. Most found him odd, even those who called him a friend. He never saw their judgements or little jabs as hurtful because he thought he deserved it. It made you really enjoy the time spent between only the two of you, because there was no judgement toward him, no stress. You could just be yourselves. He could even tell you about his ideals and plans for hope for the world all he wanted without being side-eyed. You often talked for hours as you played video games you borrowed from Chiaki and ate snacks. 

Everyone knew you two were a thing, a close friendship that had blossomed into a mutual crush. You were rarely seen without the other, and in fact most had an inkling that if Nagito wasn’t with you, he was up to something. 

You had a lot of fun with him, despite his constant questioning of your feelings for him: asking why you’d want to even be around someone like him, assuring you that he knew he could be a bother. He felt like he was a waste of your time, and you were slowly getting him out of the habit of feeling that way.

Now into early hours of the morning, everyone else was fast asleep for the night. Nagito walked you back to your cabin in the dark of the humid night, lit only by small lanterns adorning the cottage walls. This was your routine. Once in a while you fell asleep in his bed while he slept on the floor with a single blanket and pillow but him walking you back to your room before then was the norm. He’d casually wrap his coat around your shoulders on the rare occasion it was chilly, sometimes risk awkwardly reaching for your hand. He’d never been forward with you thus far, making it clear that while he wanted more, he didn’t feel like he deserved it. He wasn’t the best choice for you. He was meant to support you, to bolster your hope, not be a romantic equal. Tonight, it felt a little different, though. You wanted your relationship to move to the next level. You were going crazy, left with only the gentle embraces or leaning against him on his bed to satisfy you until your next fix. You needed more.

“Well… goodnight (Y/N),” Nagito flashed you a sideways grin, hesitating as if something were on his mind before turning to return to his cabin alone. You’d met his eyes and he looked away, already beginning his trek back. You reached out, grasping the tips of his fingers then securely moving your way up his arm to halt him.

“Nagito, wait…” He snapped his ghostly white face back to you immediately, expectantly almost…

“Yeah?” You swallowed nervously, losing the confidence and adrenaline rush when his eyes searched yours. He had a way of making butterflies appear in your stomach. He was just… so pretty, especially in the low lighting, especially with your nerves on fire. “What is it, (Y/N)...?” He stepped closer when the silence lingered.

“I, well… don’t go, yet…” You struggled to find the words. You couldn’t just ask straight out, right?

“Okay… I’ll stay. Is something wrong?” He hadn’t known you to ever be nervous or at a loss of words around him. That was everyone else’s job.

“Well, I want to… well…” he stepped a bit closer and your heart rate picked up. “Is it okay if maybe, I kiss you?” He felt his heart sink. His eyes went wide, pupils blown out in disbelief, but yet he stepped closer, as if his body and mind were at opposition.

“What? You want to kiss someone like me? Why would you-”

“If you don’t want to, please, it’s okay. Seriously, we don’t have to-.” You started back tracking immediately, thinking maybe you’d gone too far. 

“Well of course I want to, but… I mean someone like me would only soil you. Can you imagine my filthy lips on y-”

“I do imagine your lips… a lot.” You spoke barely above a whisper, and he moved closer once more, until your chest lightly bumped against his.

“Really? Wow, I can’t imagine such a shining beacon of hope such as yourself wanting anything to do with me…” His eyes darted between yours and your bottom lip, feeling the stirrings of desire in the pit of his stomach.

“You say that a lot, you know… I wish you wouldn’t.” You tilted your head slightly, leaning in gently, extending your neck just barely.

“Are you sure about this?” His voice took on a slightly husky tone, and he didn’t stop you when your lips bumped against his, so reluctantly, so jittery. When he didn’t pull away, you pressed a little harder.

Almost like his cautious and unsure mood from just before was a merely a farce, he tilted his head to match, and his lips melted into yours like they were meant to fit together. Touch-starved and needy, he brought two shaky hands up to clutch onto your shoulders, as if you’d blow away with the wind if he didn’t. Allowing you very little time or room to breathe, his tongue found its way past your lips and brushed against yours. He felt you return the gesture with even more enthusiasm, and you heard as much as felt him moan into your mouth. The rumble in his chest sent sparks to your brain. He moved one hand around your waist, the other grabbing the back of your neck desperately, pulling you further in when you couldn’t physically be any closer. He was frantic, needing more and more of you. His mind was racing with so many thoughts at once.

Needing air urgently, you pulled away and found him hesitant to let go. So you didn’t. Not wanting to part from him either, you rested your forehead against his, bringing your hands up to run through his cloud of messy white locks.

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi is not shy.

He is bold, teasing, and very loud about his feelngs for you.

Because while he loved to lie, your flustered reactions to his affections were so much more rewarding.

When it came to kissing, well there was no better way to rile you up and get that reaction he was looking for.

He loves PDA.

Kissing you in public was not only a way to mess with you, but to show the world you belonged to him.

He would do drive by kisses, running up to you for a peck then scampering off before you had a moment to process.

He would make bets, games, dares where you had to kiss him if you lost.

Kokichi was not nice.

When he made out with you in the privacy of your own dorm rooms, he was rough and unforgiving. He liked your little yips and gasps of surprise.

He would nibble at your jaw…

Bite your bottom lip a little too hard and lick up the bead of blood that spilled out…

Wrap one hand around your throat to keep you in place…

Sometimes he would tease you, hovering his lips over yours until you were nearly begging him to just kiss you already.

Your embarrassment was super cute to him.

When he was really into it, sometimes he’d pull at your hair or grab your backside, and when your lips parted to gasp, shoved his tongue in, an opportunist.

The First Kiss

You were traipsing about with Kokichi, investigating the newly unlocked areas of the academy. Exploring the vast and mysterious campus was daunting alone, but super fun with Kokichi by your side. You bounced between recently opened labs while Kokichi bothered their owners.

After a while, as the day was winding down and you’d begun to run low on energy, you sat with Kokichi on the top step of the flight of stairs just down the hall from Kiyo’s lab. The atmosphere was dark and gloomy, like the set of a horror film. You’d never have come up to this floor alone. You wondered why such a cheery girl like Angie had her lab - used to create beautiful art - on such a spooky floor. Kokichi, of course, had been messing with you the whole time, claiming he’d seen a dark shadow down the hall or that he swore he heard Kiyo hatching an evil plan in his lab earlier. You’d punched his shoulder, begging him to cut it out before you ran back to your dorm and left him behind. Looking down the creaky steps, you spoke a warning to him:

“Kokichi, I’m serious! You know this place freaks me out already. I don’t need you adding to i- mmph!” Your words were cut off, muffled into an awkward noise when Kokichi’s lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes widened in shock, but his were closed as he kissed you and pulled back just as fast. He leaned back on his hands, smirking mischeviously at you.

“W-what was that for?!” You sputtered, feeling your pulse throb in your chest.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Kokichi feigned innocence, his mouth agape in a childish look of guilt.

“You kissed me???” Your brows furrowed suspiciously.

“Well, I like you!” He grinned genuinely. “I know you like me too~! I heard you talking to Saihara about it the other day!” You were shocked at his apparent spying on you and would address it later, but he was right. You did have a crush on Kokichi, and you’d spoken to your close friend Shuichi about it at length, but you’d never have told Kokichi himself. You expected a swift and humiliating rejection if you did. You liked Kokichi a lot actually, but thought that to him, you were nothing more than a plaything, a way to avoid boredom because you tolerated him unlike most of your peers. A friend at most. 

Your mind was racing, wondering how he could confess his feelings for you so bluntly, so plainly… Wasn’t he nervous at all? Was this a lie? Who can state that they like someone as more than a friend so casually?

But then you remembered that this was Kokichi. He wasn’t like other people. He was unique, for sure. You’d never met anyone like him.

“If you knew, why didn’t you tell me before?” You questioned, disbelief in your voice. He really was something else. “Ahhh!” You cried out as you were pushed backwards suddenly, now laying flat on the floor against the landing of the stairs. Kokichi jumped astride you, ignoring your question and straddling your waist. With a devilish grin he looked at you, pinned down below him. “Kokichi!” You squealed, not able to do much else. Your limbs felt like jelly and you couldn’t make eye contact with him.

“Awww I love that embarrassed expression on you~! You know, (Y/N)... you’re kinda cute this way.” He leaned down, letting the tip of his nose wiggle against yours. “You want more?” He mused, his tone low and impish. Turning your head away from him shyly, you paused, thinking about if you should humiliate yourself by playing along first, before nodding in response.

“Then beg for it…” he frowned down at you, deadly serious and commanding an intimidating presence.

“Stop it, Kokichi! You’re being cruel…” You threw an arm over your eyes, obscuring him from view, wishing you could just disappear at this very moment. You couldn’t take the teasing anymore. You were used to it from him, but not in this way. Never in this way.

“Come on now… if you act like that, I won’t kiss you ever again!” He crinkled his nose and furrowed his brow in disapproval. Your ears perked up at that, and you acted on instinct, reaching up and grabbing his checkered bandana in a vice-like grip. His mouth fell agape just a little, brows raising. “Oh, so that’s how it is~” he snickered. 

He knew he had you in his trap, just where he wanted you. You tugged on the bandana, and he let you, bringing his lips down to hover right above yours. You closed your eyes expectantly, waiting for a kiss that never came. After a second, you felt the weight of his body lift off of you, and your eyes fluttered open in disappointment.

“Kokichi?” You sat up to see him already a few steps ahead of you, ready to make a break for it.

“Tell you what… if you can catch me, I’ll take you back to your room and kiss you all you want~!” He gestured flippantly to you, waving his hand, and took off at the speed of light.

[kelperings]

drawing based off the sweetest drabble known to man written by @dansconcepts !!!

THE DRABBLE WILL BE BELLOW!!’ PLEASE GO READ IT GUYS ITS VERY SWEET!! thank u to the writer for letting me draw art of this (unless i tripped the hardest of balls or i had a convo w someone else and confused it for this. I THINK IT WAS THIS THOUGH!!’n) eitherway, i loved reading this and u guys will too <33

aughwhhw ive jst finished ep8 (despair arc 4) of the dr anime and im losinh my mind, will draw smth over it eventually!!!!

[dansconcepts]

Balloons

A (not so) little Komahina drabble with a Kyouko (and hints of Naegiri) preamble based on this interaction from the Danganronpa Summer Camp game (and yes I 100% bought it and for full price because I'm really silly but I'm so committed for the interactions like JSKAJSKSKA I want them to be happy so bad):

Hajime: You make the flower petals like this, attach the stem… and there ya go, done! Kyouko: Huh, you're surprisingly dexterous. Kyouko: Would you mind if I took this flower? Hajime: Sure, no problem at all. Kyouko: Thanks. Keep up the good work. Kyouko exits. Hajime: I know it's a fake flower, but… giving it to a girl is still kinda embarrassing. Hajime: And to Kyouko, no less. I hope she doesn't tell the boys that she got it from me…

The detective thumbs at the rubbery material, indeed appreciating Hajime’s workmanship. He truly does seem capable of plenty, even if it was like a jack of all trades. But oftentimes is better than a master of one. She retorts her silent conjecture. And indeed, it shows in the way his determination seems to spark around people who are motivated in their passions.

It is just like the creation of this flower. The happy yellow it sprouts reminds her of a certain classmate. She has no need to act coy to herself, it is prevalent to her that her emotions have strayed to a place she never anticipated them to go.

Makoto Naegi, the Ultimate Luck. He has shown time and time again he was more than such a title. Every time he asks questions, remarks on a viewpoint she hadn’t considered, provides patience and calmness when she is unable to compose herself quickly enough… he was endearing and dependable, the type that she can’t help but be drawn to in the midst of the chaos that was her detective duties.

Perhaps she will present this flower to Makoto. It may not be overly affectionate, but she knows Makoto enjoys small acts with messages as simple as “being thought about”. It’s an idea to scoff at, with his easy going personality being the most digestible compared to her fellow classmates. He is, quite often, considered by everyone as the de facto leader of their class the moment he stepped up in second year. His development was quite admirable and impressive. Everyday, he will be greeted by everyone and talked to in one way or the other.

In that sense, it is easier to dismiss his more anxious side, melancholic and self-loathing. Although caring for others is not very easy for her despite the strides being taken by her classmates, there is something about Makoto that makes her feel adequate in giving him an ear to listen to rather than forcing physical affection.

“Kirigiri?” A soft voice pushes through her reverie. Lavender eyes trail up to stark white hair, and a more casual outfit than she has ever seen him wearing. It reflects the setting of the festival however, and she endeavours to say as much-

“I apologize for interrupting you with my presence. I know you must have more important matters than looking upon trash like me,” Kyouko’s mouth closes. Nothing has prepared her to treat this sudden situation. She is aware of Komaeda’s low self-esteem and the way it manifests, but she has never been on its receiving end and is uncertain how to proceed. Komaeda continues on regardless, “I saw this flower balloon had flown out of your hands and I managed to get it back in one piece. How lucky!”

Indeed, in his hand is the yellow flower balloon that she must have let go of during her musings. She takes it from him and nods. “Thank you Komaeda.”

He beams. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all, I’m very happy to help. It’s really the least I could do for an Ult- for such an admirable person.”

She notices the intentional slipping of the word “Ultimate”, but does not make any move to indicate her recognition of it. Clearly, it was a habit of his he was trying to stop, if his behaviour is any indication.

“Although," Komaeda says, "I did find it strange you had a balloon with you.”

“Hinata is the one making them. Although his repertoire was limited, he does what he offers quite well.”

The Ultimate Lucky student hums, turning his head back in the direction of where Hinata’s table was. “Really now? How fascinating.” He looks to the ground, and she wonders what he is pondering about.

She remembers seeing them together often, albeit in passing. She notes that their position relative to the celebration is quite distant, out closer to the beach, but still close enough to see most of the attractions. Hmm… “From what I observed, he still has about half a package of balloons left. I’m quite certain you can get one from him.”

Kyouko studies the way Komaeda turns to her warily. She has a hunch now though, and she states, “He would gladly give you one, regardless of what occurs. I think he will appreciate a more familiar presence supporting him.”

Some emotions seem to dart across Komaeda’s face, but she cannot process them all in time before it settles. He sighs. “Ah, I suppose you figured me out. As expected of the Ultimate Detective!” He praises. She sees the way he glances back to the festival tents. “I suppose I can pay a friend a visit.”

She allows herself a smile, hoping it comes off as encouraging. “Good luck.”

He laughs. “I sure hope I'll have it.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Nagito hugs himself loosely, clutching onto the soft fabric enveloping him as he walks past stands and tents. He looks around, biting his lip. A sigh inevitably escapes, much like his resolve always does.

He listens. Chatter, laughter- so much, so loud... But no cries or sobs. No cracks of wood or thumps of metal. And most thankfully, no screams. Regardless, he checks around him anyway. His presence here can change so many things. He can bring so much despair just by simply existing. Why did he possibly come in here again?

A glimpse of spiky brown hair and a familiar tie fills his vision. Right. It always traces back to Hajime.

The Reserve Course student goes to finish up shaping a red balloon into a flower, and hands it over to the Ultimate Astronaut, although his name escapes him. He can hear the “Awesome!” all the way from where he's standing, which is kind of impressive. The man makes his way to the Ultimate Caregiver, who he immediately tries giving the flower to. She looks pleased. Yet, she shouts “Do you want to die!?” so maybe he misread her?

Nagito turns back to Hajime, who’s already gesturing to him to come over. “Hey!” He smiles. “Didn’t expect to see you here!”

He frowns. “I know that my presence isn’t deserved around U-.”

“Okay, shut the fuck up. You know I’m just glad you’re out here. How are you enjoying it so far?”

“Ah. What if I said I only came to see you?” He can’t help but tease. Hajime’s ears, as predicted, turn red.

“You can’t be serious. Out of everyone else?” that are Ultimates isn't spoken, but heavily implied.

“Now who’s the one who needs to stop talking about status?” He teases.

“H-hey! I didn't even say anything!” Hajime coughs. “I know what you’re doing. Don’t change the subject.”

Nagito hums. “I’m not joking though, I did come here because of you. Kirigiri told me you made her flower balloon and I just had to see what that was about.”

Upon sharing that info, Hajime averts his gaze, clearly blushing. How interesting…

He feels tempted to smirk, but doesn't in favour of sounding noncommittal, “Something wrong about what I said, Hajime?”

“Nope, nothing.” He trails off. “…You don’t think she’s told anyone else, do you?”

Nagito crosses his arms. Why would Hajime care? Is he embarrassed? How silly. He eyes the bag of balloons and lets out an amused puff. “Well, it certainly benefitted you if she did, considering you’ve emptied the whole bag.” The sigh escapes him before he can stop it. He didn’t even realize he wanted a balloon before it was taken away.

Just his luck. How disappointing.

“Huh?" Hajime asks. "It’s empty?”

He swiftly lifts the bag. "Aha!" He calls out triumphantly. Turns out, under the opaque portion of the packaging sits a deflated green balloon.

Nagito grins. “How lucky!”

Hajime responds with a smirk. He adds as much air as possible to the balloon, and when satisfied, says, “Alright, I know you’re going to make fun of me, but I can only manage a flower and a dog. Which one do you want?”

Although he probably would’ve been quick to tease Hajime about his skills “befitting a Reserve Course student”, the mention of a dog makes the words freeze on his tongue.

“A dog would be nice.” Nagito admits.

“Oh, sure.” Hajime says, a little disconcerted by the honesty, and his eyebrows are furrowed. Adorable. He doesn’t know how Hajime isn’t an Ultimate. In a way, he almost likes that he isn’t.

Within a few minutes of tanned hands twisting and turning rubber, he is finally presented with a cute little dog.

The ends of his lips tug upwards. He gently grabs the balloon, being extra careful to transport it into his arms.

“This is wonderful.” He says breathily.

Hajime looks at Nagito, bemused. “Your eyes are sparkling. I’ve never seen you so happy.” And almost as if it was an afterthought, he adds, “It looks good on you.”

What? “H-huh?”

“It seriously can’t be that surprising. It’s… nice to see you happy. Not that you don’t already look nice! You tied your hair and even wore a jinbei for the festival. You’re looking pretty good.”

The lucky student just stares at Hajime, who grows steadily more red under the gaze. The Reserve Course student swipes his hand through the air, as if that'll somehow dispel the flurry of thoughts going through his head. “Alright, what’s with that look?”

“I’m glad you think I look ‘good’, Hajime." He starts, "I wasn’t trying to impress anyone, much less someone like yourself, but I see your eyes would be more used to seeing trash in your everyday life and thinking it’s beautiful.”

Hajime stares him down. “Nagito, anyone at this camp would agree you’re good-looking. And I know you’re just saying that shit about me being a Reserve Course because you’re spiraling a little bit.” Ah. He looks at the ground. “Hey, it’s fine. We kinda talked about this, remember? I know we’re friends.”

He doesn’t reply. How could he? To be read so easily…

A warm hand grabs his shoulder. His gaze immediately whips to Hajime's face. “D-don’t think too much about this." A flustered Hajime spits out. "Let’s just go. We’re going around and enjoying this damn festival together.”

How is Hajime Hinata real?

“Is this your way of getting a date, Hajime?” He says playfully instead. “You could have just asked, you know. I’m sure Chiaki- or anyone else really- would not have declined.”

Hajime gives a raised eyebrow at the mention of Chiaki, but doesn’t seem to press it. Instead, he goes, “I’d rather be here with you, to be honest. I said it already, but it’s nice to have you out here. I might as well enjoy it while I can.”

Nagito shuts up at that. While judging Hajime the whole time, his face isn't any better, probably looking crimson at this point.

“And you dropped this.” Hajime waves the green balloon dog that ended up in his hands. The Ultimate blinks, surprised he had let go of it. However, the wind picks it out of Hajime’s hand and starts carrying it on its currents.

“Shit!” Hajime exclaims. He jumps, but it flies out of his reach.

“Fuck! I’m sorry Nagito, I didn’t mean to lose it.”

He easily waves it off with a chuckle. “No, it’s alright. Besides, you could always make another one.”

“I mean, honestly, this was pretty fun." Hajime admits, "I wouldn’t mind doing it again…”

And Hajime trails off, and he knows exactly why, considering he’s leaned in in that cutesy way he’s seen girls in dramas do. He smirks at Hajime’s bewildered face. While amused, he backs off, as if it was merely an accidental brush.

He sends him an innocent smile. Olive eyes narrow in response, but they face forward again in silent acceptance. It would be quite impressive, if Hajime’s face wasn’t flushed.

“There’s a restaurant here. You’re coming with me.”

He nods happily.

Things could always be worse because of my luck, but for some reason I feel like, perhaps, I'll be okay. But can I hope? Do I dare hope?

Nothing hurts more than hope getting crushed.

…But maybe…

Maybe this is worth it.

[draconicsparkle]

I commissioned the talented and amazing @aaytaro-gt to draw something for my komahina borrower au.

First off, Nagito and Hajime look so happy and fluffy and adorable.

And then Izuru is doing the aro ace judgmental stare at people doing pda. I can confirm I have done that exact face.

But yeah, I love everything about this. It’s perfect. Please go give Taro love and support! Their stuff is just wonderful.

And if you wanna read the fic this is based off of, here’s the link.

Enjoy your day!!!

[ultraviolet-psyche]

bright – komahina drabble

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Nagito wakes to the sight of heterochromatic eyes; one green, one red. He’s never seen so much hope in another’s eyes before. It reminds him of the one he–

Wait.

That is the one he loves.

Well, partially, but no matter; his presence is enough.

He doesn't know what's going on, or where he is, or why Hajime and Izuru now occupy the same body, but he’s hardly concerned. Hajime is smiling, extending his hand like Nagito had done for him. If Hajime is smiling, then surely, hope will triumph.

Nagito gives him his hand, his trust and his heart.

[starshinz]

ᜊ sdr2 cast watching a baby! contains spoilers for dr2!

sonia !! the ultimate princess!

she is sooo good with babies !!

she's surely had to take child care classes, and every baby she ever comes in contact with loves her.

she's the sweetest! most likely the best person to leave your baby with. there's not much to say, but she's very good with babies.

gundham !! the ultimate breeder!

i feel like he would be good with babies since he spends so much time with animals! he would pick up the practice pretty easily.

he let's all of his hamsters sniff the baby, but he's very cautious about how close the baby is allowed to them. he knows that the baby probably isn't old enough to control its strength, and he doesn't want his animals or the baby to get hurt.

he feeds the baby when he feeds his four dark devas. the baby is well-cared for and well fed.

as much as he may complain about how someone like him shouldn't be saddled with the task of caring for such a trivial thing, he's very sweet.

nagito !! the ultimate lucky student!

he's confused about why he's being handed a baby, and he refuses to care for it until he's forced. he doesn't want any harm to come to it while it's with him, so he does his best to avoid any possible danger.

nagito would probably gets struck by lightning while caring for the baby, but with his luck, the baby makes it out without a scratch. the baby also probably thinks it's the funniest thing in the world though.

he's very kind and the baby is well taken care of.

hajime !!

he's also very confused as to why he's being asked to watch a baby. he probably insists that he's no good at it, but he's probably one of the most reasonable people to give a baby to.

he can easily settle the baby down if its crying and he's very sweet to it. probably one of the only people to use a baby voice. he only does it when he's alone though, and he would die of mortification if someone heard him.

chiaki !! the ultimate gamer!

chiaki occupies the baby with video games. she might put on a video for the baby, or she just let's it watch her play her games. the baby definitely goes home with a headache or migraine because of the bright screen. she let's the baby lay next to her in bed, or in its crib, and she might fall asleep with it.

she probably forgets to eat sometimes due to her constant gaming, so she might forget to feed the baby. or it might help her remember to eat more often. the crying might signal that it's time to eat.

it was a fun experience, but she probably won't be given a baby again.

mikan !! the ultimate nurse!

she would be a good caretaker for a few minutes, but would then get distracted and begin caring for another patient.

she's easily able to multitask, so reasonably she would be able to take care of it and other people, but no parent wants their baby around a bunch of sick people.

she's probably one of the worst people to give the baby to. she'll have a panic attack.

hiyoko !! the ultimate traditional dancer!

she would not give a single fuck.

anything taking attention away from her needs to go away immediately.

i feel like she would grow attached, and refuse to give the baby back. she claims the baby is a "mini-me" of her, even if it looks nothing like her.

she dances for it, and the baby looooves it. the beautiful movements and pretty clothes she wears entertains the baby very easily.

she has someone else change the baby.

mahiru !! the ultimate photographer!

she's very sweet. she might not be the best caretaker, but she has the spirit! the baby would be very content with her, but she might not know exactly what she's doing.

she glares at any males who try and come near her and the baby, immediately making them back off. it doesn't matter even if they're coming over to help, she insists that she can do it on her own.

nekomaru !! the ultimate team manager!

i feel like he would be a good baby watcher. he could easily hold a baby and instruct his teams to do what they need to do. he would look kind of silly while holding a baby, but he wouldn't understand what was so funny about it.

a very well fed and well taken care of baby. it just falls asleep in his arms, content to be held.

he yells quite a lot, so i'm sure he would upset the baby at least a few times with his loud voice. he wakes it up from its naps and then he has to rock it back to sleep.

akane !! the ultimate gymnast!

she might be a good caretaker! but as soon as the baby gets in the way of her training, she's at least a little agitated.

she makes sure that it's well fed and taken care of. she'll also make sure it's changed as soon as it becomes dirty ( due to her very strong sense of smell ), because she couldn't stand the stench of a dirty diaper.

she puts the baby in a chair / stroller / walker in view of her workout and assumes that's good enough.

fuyuhiko !! the ultimate yakuza!

i can't decide if he would love or hate babies.

if he loves them, he would be very quiet about it and would deny it if anyone questioned him. he has a younger sibling so i'm sure he's at least somewhat used to being around children younger than him, but i'm not sure if he would be good with them. fuyuhiko would definitely go to peko and ask for help.

if he hates them, he would just stare at the baby and be confused as to what he was supposed to do with this.. thing. he wouldn't just leave it by itself though. he would make sure it was well taken care of and he would do everything he could to make sure it didn't cry.

peko !! the ultimate swordswoman!

i'm not sure how well she would do with babies. she might secretly love them but not be able to express that. if she's alone with the baby, she might coo at it and rock it back and forth.

she would protect the baby with her life. it's probably the most physically safe with her. peko would undoubtedly be one of the best people to ask to watch a baby.

ibuki !! the ultimate musician!

ibuki would definitely sing to the baby, but then get confused as to why it starts crying. ( it's crying because of how loud the music is 😭 )

after she realized ( someone probably told her ) that the music was too loud for the little babies eardrums, she lowers her volume and sings it a lullaby.

ibuki wouldn't mean to cause the baby any harm, but she would probably cause ear damage somehow. or she would almost drop the baby. she would also probably forget to change it, and complain about how bad it smells.

kazuichi !! the ultimate mechanic!

kazuichi would probably just put the baby down and then forget about it. he would get so distracted focusing on his latest mechanical fixation, that he would just forget that he was supposed to be watching a baby.

i feel like kazuichi is the type to forget to eat when he's fixing things, so he would also probably forget to feed the baby. and change it.

whoever the baby's parent/s are, are not going to be happy with him when they pick their child up.

byakuya !! the ultimate affluent progeny! the ultimate imposter!

see, they might be good with babies. i feel like it could go either way. probably like fuyuhiko, where they say they don't care for babies ( that's a very byakuya thing to say ), but they do care about them.

they would make funny faces for the baby and pinch the baby's cheeks ( and reluctantly the baby pinch theirs if no one is around to witness it ).

they would never forget to feed the baby. honestly, they might overfeed it a bit, but not enough that the baby would get sick.

teruteru !! the ultimate cook!

don't let him near children. i hate him. ick.

[evereinefaust]

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It's already been a month since that horrid event took place. A lot of things changed in just a month. [Name], even though fully believing Nagito's words, came to realize the lie that he told her on that day. Nagito knew that this outcome would eventually happen, yet he wished that somehow, this would never happen. Oh, how cruel his life could be.

Now sitting on his bedside, Nagito glanced at the person sleeping on his bed. His grayish-green eyes carefully watched this particular [h/c]ette girl — her chest rising and falling in accordance to her soft breathing, her eyes swollen from crying hours prior, and the tight hold she had on his hand. The male's gaze softened at her vulnerable state, lifting his other hand and caressing her cheeks gently, moving away strands of [h/c] locks.

She squirmed slightly in her sleep and he paused his action. After she had settled comfortably once again, Nagito let a small smile grace his lips. He then gazed at the bright moon outside his windows, the winter season starting to shift into spring. Heaving a bitter sigh, the male leaned against the headboard and closed his lids. The flashbacks of the unfortunate event that happened just a month prior caused by his bad luck started invading his mind.

A day after Shiro's body was found at the central plaza, the doctors had already declared the male dead on arrival. Everyone at school — especially class 78 — mourned for the loss of the Ultimate Song Writer. Even though [Name] openly believed in the hope Nagito showed her despite the possibility of the other, she never felt this much betrayal and was devastated by one of her closest friends. She knew that what Nagito was suggesting was an unlikely possibility, yet she grabbed that flimsy hope and believed in his lie. Now that the truth was mocking her in her face, the only thing the [h/c]ette could possibly do was cry her emotions out.

Despite how close the reserve course student was with the late Shiro, Byakuya, and Kokichi were affected by it the most. Of course, Nagito knew about this — Shiro was the only person both of them could trust and rely on despite their troublesome personalities. They grew attached to him, and learning about his death was like a big slap to their faces. From then onward, Kokichi and Byakuya started to avoid the girl, finding no reason to get close to her now that the only bridge was gone. Hajime and Chiaki, although they still stayed by her side, also changed — Hajime started to become more and more reserved and spent less time with [Name] while Chiaki was constantly worrying about both.

A few days after that incident, [Name] and Chiaki realized that Hajime was expelled from school. This shocked both of them, especially the [h/c]ette as she had not been informed about this whatsoever despite how close she is with the boy. They asked their teachers about it, yet no one seemed to know the cause of the expulsion. Due to this, [Name] had experienced another set of despair. Despite Chiaki's attempts to reassure the girl and promise her that she would never leave her, this only came out to be just an empty promise.

Weeks after Shiro's death, Kokichi had come upon Fuyuhiko. The purple-tressed student demanded to know if the Kuzuryu clan was behind the death of the beloved student to which the heir aggressively denied any of the other's claims. Kokichi, however, wasn't completely trusting of Fuyuhiko's words. The two began a fight shortly after a couple of threats were thrown at each other. The situation escalated and brought classes 77, 78, and 79 into the clash.

When Kokichi tried to punch Fuyuhiko, Peko came right at the right time to defend her master. And when she was about to strike at the purplette, Mukuro had gone and protected Kokichi by Byakuya's request. The two fighters started a staredown of animosity flying between them. Soon after, everyone else came to the commotion. However, it didn't seem like the problem stopped them.

Once Byakuya's gaze landed on the head of the yakuza, he then declared to everyone in the area that it was Fuyuhiko and his clan who planned Shiro's demise. Of course, almost everyone in class 78  — especially those who had a deep connection with the late Sato — easily believed Byakuya's words. After all, he is the Ultimate Affluent Progeny and his family's influence enables him to investigate this matter. Even Kyoko seemed to agree with and believe him. And despite not being that close to him, some of the newest ultimates believed the blonde as well.

Kokichi, of course, tried to rile Fuyuhiko up and accused him of being a murderer, to which everyone in class 77 defended him. Due to the tense atmosphere and the accusation of murder being thrown in the air, a select group of people engaged in fights: some tried to harm the other, while some tried to stop them. Eventually, the brawl between the three ultimate classes alarmed the teachers and the school authorities.

They successfully ceased the fight, however, some students were not that fortunate to be let out without a bruise. Even Chiaki was injured when she stopped her class from harming their underclassmen. Due to her injuries, she had to spend some time at the hospital for recovery. It was by this time that [Name] was completely alone; no one was there by her side as her friends started to leave her one by one.

For everything that has happened, Nagito was there to witness it all. It was just what his role is: a bystander. 

"How much can she take before she gives in to despair? How much more would I have to stay by her side and decide to stop because I kept causing her bad luck? How much more...until I die..."

Clenching his head, the silverette let out a bitter laugh. "How awful... Oh, how awful it truly is! Despite the despair, I always believed that hope would come out of it. That's why...you must also believe in hope, [Name]-chan."

"I wanted nights like these to linger. These emotions that I'm feeling whenever she's here right beside me, I don't want it to fade. For once...I wanted to be selfish and keep [Name]-chan by my side no matter what. Without ever worrying how my luck would affect the others..."

Opening his eyes once again, he then gazed lovingly at the object of his affection. He patted her soft tresses, weaving his fingers into her [h/l] hair. Whenever he was with her, all he could feel was complete serenity. It was like she was born to become his reason to live. The warmth that fills him whenever she's around, the butterflies fluttering in his stomach whenever she smiles at him, and the racing of his heart whenever he holds her close... all of those were precious to him. And once in his lifetime, Nagito vowed to not let any of those fade away from his grasp.

"You know, [Name]-chan... If you somehow become an ultimate, I would've called you the Ultimate Serenity," he murmured with a satisfied smile. After, he leaned down to her face and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"Sweet dreams, [Name]-chan."

Ever since he met her, his life undoubtedly changed for the better. He was certainly glad that he followed his instincts and visited the Reserve Course building that time. He was glad that he spoke to her that day. He was glad that he decided to get to know her more. He was glad that he approached her and tried to comfort her. He was glad...that she came into his life. All of those emotions — those feelings he had hidden and tried to remove from his life just to cope with his luck — resurfaced naturally when he was with her.

It was like she was his healer.

"For all of those years that I saw nothing but gray...was now changing. Because of [Name]-chan, my present — and my future — became vividly colorful. The hope you've shown me...I wish for it to last."

Nagito slowly opened his eyes, immediately seeing the melting snow of the outside. He lifted his head, staring blankly at the blue skies before fixing his gaze in front. There she was, yet again, walking just a few meters away from him as she admired the snow around. The teen watched her back, following her as she explored the public park.

"I want this moment to last... I want this feeling to last... Hey... What should I do so that everything I have right now would remain the same?"

Nagito slowed his step, further lagging behind [Name] as she proceeded onward. He watched as the figure slowly moved away from him. His steps soon came to a halt. Removing his gloved hand from his pocket, the white-haired student slowly lifted his arm as if to reach out to her. 

"Hey... Is it alright for me if I call out your name?" 

However, despite his inner desire to reach out to the girl, Nagito only found himself dropping his arm to his side. He exhaled, dejected. He shoved his hand inside his coat's pocket, head hung low as he quietly caught up to his companion.

The 10-year-old child stood there still by the sidewalk, his gaze boring into the carcass on the street. His heart churned in pain, eyes dilated and dilated. Soon, tears were streaming down his face. His body began to tremble, and not long after, his knees gave up, and he fell onto the rough asphalt. The poor boy started sobbing, and soon his wails caught the attention of passersby and even his parents.

After the whole ordeal with his dead pet, Nagito was taken home by his parents. They told the boy to stop crying for the dog as crying wouldn't bring him back from the dead. There were no words exchanged between them as the silverette duly followed his parents' orders. There were no words of comfort, no acts of consolation, no nothing. It was like the dog's death was insignificant to them...

Dead, wide eyes of a particular couple were staring back at the male's gray-green orbs. Their vacant stare sent shivers down the child's spine, the pungent stench of fresh iron stinging his nostrils, causing him to quickly cover it with his hands. The corpse of his parents... those arms which were extended to him... those parted mouths... It was like they were avidly mocking him because of his bad luck that caused disaster for others. Soon, a quiet stream of salty tears came rushing down his pale cheeks.

The panicked screams of the passengers and the yells of the paramedics rang in his ears, and soon, the authorities came rushing towards where Nagito was.

After he had been freed from being kidnapped hours prior, Nagito continued on his merry way home. His grayish-green eyes scrutinized the lottery ticket he had picked from the garbage bag he had been abducted in. The middle-schooler chuckled dryly to himself, his heart was churning in pain yet he decided not to give it a mind. After all, he knew how many disasters and fortunes his luck could bring him.

The boy was practically numb now to the cycle, and he had already decided not to let his emotion out anymore, for it only caused him more despair. Pocketing the item moments later, a bright smile graced his lips... however, his dull and lifeless eyes told another story.

"When was it? When was the first time that I started to yearn for death? Because of the countless good and bad luck that I've been experiencing while growing up, I've lost track of time and even the sense of reality."

Once again, Nagito stood in the vast darkness. The male was back in a familiar place... the place where he witnessed his friends' deaths one by one. He would feel the uneasiness starting up, his pale face littered with sweat and his body trembled incredibly. A gasp escaped his lips, knees buckling as his upper body gave up. The silverette was kneeling in the middle of the darkness, hyperventilating with his hands clenching his aching head.

Vicious whispers invaded his mind, attacking the boy from every angle. It was like those voices came from the darkness, echoing throughout the entire vicinity. And what was horrible about this entire existence was that those voices belonged to no one but the people his luck had affected.

His parents. Those innocent people from the airplane. His classmates. His teacher. Hajime. Chiaki. Shiro. Byakuya. Kokichi. And lastly, [Name].

"It's all your fault."

"Because of you, we're dead."

"You're nothing but a worthless piece of crap!"

"Just die in a hole for all I care!"

"Why did I even give birth to you?"

"You insignificant being."

"You should've been the one who died."

"Hey... Maybe it was a mistake that I met you... Nagito-senpai..."

"What a lovely day, huh?"

A young man with pale skin and pearlescent fluffy hair strolled through the public park, hands tucked inside his green jacket as his gray-green hues glanced over at the foliage above him. The sun's rays seeped through the crevice of the irrigated shade and onto the snow-laden land below, making the white melt into water. The young man let out an exhale as he proceeded onward, exiting the forest of regular trees and unto the central plaza where a lone cherry blossom was kept and tended.

This scenario was familiar to Nagito, the only difference was the season when he had visited the park once again. Even though spring is just around the corner, there are still remnants of winter as evidenced by the fluffy white littering some parts of the park. Nagito sighed to himself, a pessimistic air hanging around him as he continued with his daily routine of going to his usual bench and watching the crowd.

A couple was standing underneath the infamous cherry tree, their fingers interlocked together as they watched the snowflakes float down the earth; a family of four was taking a picture by the other side of the tree; a couple of kids ran around the area, throwing melting snowballs at each other; and there's also a trio of friends walking past, giggling with smiles on their faces.

Just watching those countless people made the male somewhat... empty. Ever since attending Hope's Peak, he didn't expect that he would forge such a unique bond with a particular girl like that. Furthermore, his lonely days before due to his luck cycle were little to no concern for him nowadays. At least, that's how he still hoped it would be.

His gaze softened after a minute of watching those people. A sudden thought invaded his mind, making him sport a minuscule smile. He had imagined that same scenario playing in his head, although this time, he was with the girl he deeply cared for and was attached to...

Her precious smile... Nagito had imagined that smile on her face when she would successfully throw a snowball on his face. Her pink-tinted cheeks... He had imagined the blush on her face when he held her hand while they watched the snow from underneath the cherry tree. Her graceful laugh... Once again, the silverette had imagined hearing her laugh as they traversed through the park.

He let out another exhale, walking away with his head hung. Thoughts of the what-ifs were swirling in his mind as he quietly left the area. When he lifted his head, however, his gray-green hues widened in shock to see a silhouette of a particular girl in the distance.

"[Name]...chan?" he blurted her name out in disbelief.

Surprisingly, the person turned around at his call. The person was shortly revealed as the same girl he was thinking about moments prior. The surprise on her face was evident — wide, [e/c] eyes and lips parted. After a few minutes of both staring at each other, the girl was first to break eye contact. She greeted him with her usual closed-eye smile, sending a small wave as she sauntered over to where Nagito was.

"I didn't expect you to be here, senpai. I was surprised."

"Same here," he mentioned, scratching his neck sheepishly. Upon the [h/c]ette's arrival in front of him, he noticed a bouquet of flowers in her hold. He raised a questioning brow, pointing at the bouquet. "Are you...on a date?"

[Name] blinked twice at his unexpected question. She looked down at the flowers and she immediately knew what he meant. Chuckling, she slowly shook her head. "No. I bought this bouquet to give to someone."

"O-oh..." Nagito deflated, and his smile vanished instantly upon hearing her reply. The boy genuinely felt upset at that. "Who is it for?"

The [h/c]-tressed female regarded him with a wistful look, her earlier smile now curving into those of a bitter one. She gazed at the flowers as if they were fragile objects. "This bouquet...is for Sato-san. Since I wasn't able to attend his funeral, the least I could do is visit his grave and give an offering."

"I see... It's for the late Sato-kun."

"Wanna go there together?" the boy suggested, his smile returning.

The girl's face lit up like stars on a cloudless night. "I would love to have you come along, senpai!"

In just half an hour, the pair arrived at Sohansu Cemetery — the place where the Ultimate Song Writer was laid to rest. It took the two just a few minutes to locate Shiro's grave, and once they did, [Name] gently laid the bouquet on the gravestone along with the other bundles. She knelt in front of the gravestone, putting her hands together and closing her eyes to offer a prayer. Behind her was the silverette, standing with his hands tucked inside his pockets.

"I didn't expect to see your grave being filled with flowers... You really are loved, aren't you, Sato-kun? Well, I guess it's natural; you are the Ultimate Song Writer, after all."

Nagito's lidded eyes fell on the said flowers. There was a bouquet right next to the ones [Name] placed earlier, inside were an assortment of fresh roses, everlastings, pansies, and oxalis. Considering how exquisitely picked and arranged the flowers were, the white-haired ultimate could only assume that it came from Byakuya. Then, there's also another bouquet on the other side. This one was full of purple lilies. However, what truly caught the male's attention was the plethora of random purple flowers scattered around the grave.

Carnations, lotus flowers, daisies, roses, lavenders, violets —and others more Nagito couldn't identify — surrounded the slab. Even after months of the ravenette's death, there was still a portrait of him erected just above the gravestone — his violet eyes were glimmering with life, a relaxed smile etched on his fair-colored skin. The Ultimate Lucky Student was blessed with seeing Shiro's face again after he had died. And funnily enough, even the portrait was decorated with flowers — a flower crown made of sakura and wisteria to be precise.

Nagito concluded that whoever decorated this gravestone with this many purple flowers must also be the one who placed the delicately made crown on Shiro's portrait. And if the selection wasn't obvious enough, one may not be able to connect them to Kokichi. The boy chuckled softly to himself, imagining how the indigo-tressed troublemaker had gone out of his way to buy all of those and place them everywhere around Shiro's grave, almost covering the entirety of it.

"Sato-kun must be feeling happy right now when seeing this many flowers offered to him," Nagito mused.

"I'm guessing that Togami-san or Ouma-san — or maybe them both — visited Sato-san earlier," [Name] mentioned, standing up from her kneeling position and dusting her clothes. After fully observing the said flowers, she then laughed lightly. "Sato-san is really loved by those two... I can only imagine how heartbroken they were when learning of his death. When Sato-san was still alive, he was such a great influence on Togami-san and Ouma-san. Whenever he was with them, he could easily handle their distinct personalities and they felt relaxed around him. I'm pretty sure his classmates are also fond of him. And to see this many bouquets offered on his grave, there are no words needed to be said just to know how much they both love him. May it be just a friend... or even more than that."

"A love that is more than just friends... A romantic attraction towards someone..."

"Do you want to receive flowers too, [Name]-chan?" the male asked, curiously glancing down at the shorter female.

The mentioned girl only shook her head. "As much as I love to, I would prefer just being with my loved ones. I don't think I wanted anything more than spending time with those who are important to me... After all, one may only assume when they will last on earth."

"Oh..."

Silence ensued after that. Nagito's gaze was vacant, lidded eyes containing forlorn. Meanwhile, [Name] stood beside the silverette, still glancing at the colorful grave. The cold breeze picked up, making both white and [h/c] locks flutter along with the wind. A minute later, Nagito heard the girl sighed sadly.

"What's wrong, [Name]-chan?"

"Nothing... It's just..." she mumbled. Turning around to face her companion, she flashed him a forced smile, eyebrows creasing as sadness glimmered in her [e/c] pools. "Parting like this is truly heartbreaking... Leaving your loved ones behind... Being left by them... The bond that they shared... Every precious memory... All of those would leave along with the deceased."

At her words, the fleeting thought of their eventual farewell crossed the ultimate student's mind. It was brief, but along it was the feeling of heartache — his heart thumped hard in excruciating pain, his stomach churning with unsettledness. He soon frowns, mirroring the girl's expression.

It's already the day. The day where the ultimate class of batch 77 was to graduate from Hope's Peak. The day where each student whose talents were honed to become the world's beam of hope had their school years come to an end. Both the A and B class of batch 77 sat on their respective chairs by the front row as they listened to the speech of Headmaster Kirigiri. Teachers were lined at the side of the gymnasium, watching the whole graduation ceremony and their students.

Amongst the many graduating ultimates was a certain sickly male with fluffy, pearlescent hair. Just like usual, the boy was detached from his surroundings. He zoned out what the headmaster was saying, completely ignoring everyone else's murmuring and the claps of the crowd. At first, Nagito never thought anything in particular about graduating. He just considered it as a stage in one's life that must be done. However, he just realized how wrong he was with this thinking.

Graduation. The word held much more essence than Nagito could've thought. It has always been associated with parting and moving on with one's life. The precious memories one could've made during their time here... The special bonds one could've made with their peers... The irreplaceable moments one would've shared with others... All of those...would be gone as the individual leaves to finally tackle their separate paths.

Now that the boy thought about it, he then realized how much impact the words [Name] had had on him that day. The bittersweet taste of parting and the heartbreak it brings... Surely, Nagito is experiencing all of those now. His mind brought him back months back — right at the start of his third year in this school. Images of his first meeting with the reserve course student, the days he'd spent observing her from afar, the time he'd finally built up the courage to approach her, the moments that they had bonding together, the rare occasions he'd witnessed her vulnerability... all of those little memories immediately plagued his mind.

The silverette pursed his lips, trying his hardest not to be affected by it. However, his heart was telling him otherwise — it raced inside his chest, each beat harsh and bringing more pain than ever. His whole body was starting to swelter due to worry and anxiety. His face was restless — eyebrows scrunched together and eyes containing a gleam of bleakness.

"Calm down... This isn't like you..."

Fortunately, he did calm down just in time for them to receive their certificate. Chisa went to the whole class, smiling at them as she guided her students to the stage. One by one, the ultimates walked up the stage and the black-haired headmaster gave them their certificates after a handshake. Everyone in the gymnasium applauded for the ultimates.

Eventually, Nagito was next. He ascended the steps and trudged onward to the middle of the stage where the headmaster was. Jin told the silverette a few words and congratulated him for achieving this far in his life. Naturally, the Ultimate Lucky Student flashed him an aloof smile and received his certificate after a handshake. He then faced the crowd, gray-green eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces. In all honesty, he didn't know what to expect by doing this.

His orbs widened an inch when his gaze landed on a particular girl just by the middle of the crowd. The male saw her clapping happily, and when she saw his gaze locked on her, she waved at him with a smile. Nagito sighed in satisfaction, letting a smile grace his lips.

"Nagito-senpai! How's the ceremony? How are you feeling?" [Name] beamed, running up to him after the whole ceremony. She looked at him expectantly, eyes brimming with pure curiosity.

 The mentioned boy sweat-dropped at her unusual enthusiasm, but nevertheless, it did make him happy. He chuckled. "It was nerve-wracking... Being in front of many people and letting them witness you achieve something was unexpected for me. After all, I never did imagine myself being in this situation."

"Wow... That must've been extreme then. The feeling, I mean," the [h/c]ette mused, puckering her lips as she pointed a finger in her mouth to think about it. "After all, you are an ultimate student at Hope's Peak. And almost the entire world was seeing you and the others graduate. Uwah! The flashes of those cameramen were so blinding that it was hard to see you in the crowd."

"Sorry... I may have lied to you, [Name]-chan. Honestly, I don't really feel that way earlier."

He chuckled, scratching his neck sheepishly. "I was meant to ask, but how did you come to the gymnasium? The place was restricted to only the school staff, Main Course students, and the press."

"Oh, that?" she cocked her head, a mischievous grin plastered on her face with a pink hue dusting her cheeks. "I may have snuck in. Hehe..."

Nagito's eyes dilated an inch at her words, blinking as he regarded her in disbelief. After all, for the one year he had spent with her, he didn't expect this particular girl to act like that. Soon after, he chuckled, bringing up his arms to pat her [h/c] tresses. Upon realizing what he was about to do, he stopped midway, internally hesitating whether to continue or not.

In the end, he quietly brought his arm down. "Do you wanna go on a date with a lowly bug like me on this marvelous day?"

"E-eh...?!" red bloomed on the girl's face upon hearing the word date. [E/c] eyes widened an inch as she stared at Nagito's aloof smile, baffled. "W-w-w-what?"

"Hehe... You're so cute, [Name]-chan," Nagito chuckled. "I asked you if you wanted to go on a date with me... But, of course, if only you wanted to. I don't mind if you decline my offer. I'm pretty sure that you have better things to do rather than this."

The girl shook her head rapidly, instantly dismissing his thoughts. "I-I would love to! But, is it okay for you to spend your last day with me? I mean, how about your classmates?"

"It's fine. I wanted to spend the day with you, after all," he simpered.

After the graduation ceremony, the two went out on an unplanned date in the city. Nagito took the girl to many places, surprising her that he knew a lot of locations. When they first went to an arcade center, the girl commented that she didn't expect him to know a lot of places, to which the silverette responded with an awkward chuckle, asking whether her words were a compliment or not. [Name] quickly rephrased her statement because of that, blushing madly for embarrassing herself and making him think she's insulting him. Nagito, of course, just chuckled at her flustered state and cuteness, finding himself blushing as well.

The two would engage in small chats, chuckling and giggling occasionally. They would do something together, and [Name] would often find herself wowing at whatever Nagito did, as he would unintentionally do something in their favor. One example was when he tried the claw machine after the girl's many failures. It was his first time to play it, yet, he had won four plushies, all of which were due to his luck. The [h/c]ette was truly shocked — after all, it was her first time seeing her upperclassman's luck at work. 

For the entirety of the time he spent with her, Nagito felt the butterflies continuously fluttering in his stomach. He felt lightheaded like he was on cloud nine. The way his hand would try to weave itself to the girl's smaller ones — and although he would immediately stop himself just barely — up to the way his heart would pound whenever their bodies would make physical contact, Nagito was glad to experience such feeling.

His thoughts would wander towards [Name] and only her... Everything else in his surroundings was nothing but a blur.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, the boy once again closed his eyes for the umpteenth time that day. Ever so often, he would feel at ease whenever he did this. The thoughts that he didn't pay attention to during that moment came flooding into his head like a continuous movie. Those strips of past memories, future what-ifs, and even his emotions spring to life whenever he does this. And lately, Nagito knew that he wanted this to happen.

"[Name]-chan... I know that I may be a lowly insect compared to the other ultimates, yet, you see me as who I am. Even though our status in school differs — I as the Ultimate Lucky Student and you as the simple and talentless reserve course student — I found myself falling for you. I tried to comprehend the weird changes that happened to me ever since we met that day. At first, I thought it was just a simple attraction because you were the first reserve course student I met and became close with during my three years of attending Hope's Peak. You were intriguing... but it seemed that my attraction wasn't only based on that. Even though I don't understand you fully, I felt really happy that I was able to witness the different sides of you. And I'm truly happy that you accepted me as one of your closest friends here. You didn't shove me away... You tried to understand me... You accepted me. I...am really in love with you...and the tiny hope that resides within. Now that I realized how much you mean to me — and how happy I am to feel these emotions I kept contained for so long — I never wanted them to disappear. I look forward to a future that I don't have to constantly worry about and become afraid of my luck... A future with you there."

"Nagito-senpai?"

"Ah...that voice. A voice filled with sweet, sweet hope. It fills me so much with bliss that I'm so happy to hear it again and again."

Heeding her call, the silverette slowly opened his lids. Grayish-green eyes were met with [e/c] ones. He saw her staring back at him, a slight crease in between her eyebrows with her head tilted to the side as she regarded him with a worried expression. He chuckled at that, sweat-dropping with his hand rubbing his face sheepishly.

"What is it, [Name]-chan?"

"Are you alright?" she asked, frowning with concern. 

The male gently simpered at her. "I'm fine. There's no need to worry."

"Oh..." she mumbled, returning her gaze toward where they were heading. She peered back at him and smiled softly. "I was just wondering if you might be sad."

"Why did you think of that?" he questioned, genuinely perplexed by her thought process sometimes.

She merely shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know — maybe because you can't spend your last day with your whole class?"

He chuckled at her answer, but nevertheless, he felt his heart fluttering at her constant concern for him. Seeing how he reacted to her question, [Name] slowed her pace to match with the lagging male. They walked side by side, a comfortable silence enveloping the two soon after.

"You're everything that matters to me right now, [Name]-chan. I couldn't wish for something else."

"H-huh...?"

Widened [e/c] pools blinked in surprise at the sudden large and cold hands enveloping her small warm ones. Her gaze was fixated on the hand clasping around hers, and then slowly she trailed her attention towards the male who did the act. Cheeks burning, she cautiously lifted her head only to be met with the serious face of her frost-haired upperclassman. Nagito's expression was surprisingly serious, in contrast to his usual aloofness. Those gray-green eyes that were gleaming with enough conviction stared at her confused [e/c] orbs.

After a few moments of staring at each others' pools, Nagito seems to snap out of his trance. His eyes softened, however, he didn't let go of her hands. Lifting it just above his chest, he weaved his fingers with hers. The girl's blush bloomed due to the embarrassing situation. But, she remained silent while watching whatever the boy was planning to do next. Pink hue also decorated the boy's pale face, and soon a minuscule smile decorated his lips.

By the empty sidewalk stood two teenagers — a male of slender and tall stature with wavy white hair and a pale complexion and a female of petite body with [h/l] [h/c] hair. The setting sun provided a change in the scenery as the warm colors of yellow and orange enveloped the evening skies. A breeze passed by, causing their hair to flutter in its direction and providing a natural melody in the place.

Slowly inching his face toward the girl he held a deep affection for, Nagito let their foreheads touch. His orbs bored deeply into those mesmerizing pools of hers, gazing at her lovingly. With a soft whisper, he muttered the words he wished to convey to her days before.

"[Name]-chan... I love you."

[writinganddyinginside]

Would’ve Been Yesterday, But

Dangnaronpa Drabble

Word Count: 778.

Ships: Nagito Komaeda/Hajime Hinata.

CW

Death

Credits

Banner: PNGs from @/liltingaway, @/pommecita, @/aqualogia, @/poemale, @/boofinator, and @/nightmarereverie.

Divider: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Heavily inspired by Tazz’s concept, a scene of a random movie I remember, and a fanfic I’ve mostly forgotten.

See on other platforms: [Twitter] [AO3]

The house was loud from the noises of the kitchen. The water runs in the sink. A saucy dish simmers with low and heavy pops. Most of the noise comes from Komaeda, kneading dough into a bowl; it tilts and clatters and clanks as he pushes his whole body weight into manipulating the dough. 

When Hinata finally clues himself into what all the sound is, he immediately stops what he’s doing with the dish he’s rinsing.

“Nagito,” he speaks, quickly dreading the possibility of the whole bowl hitting the floor. “You can put it on the counter. You don’t have to beat it into the bowl like that.”

The bowl continues to scrape and slip on the countertop. Komaeda mutters low, “It’ll stick… It doesn’t stick to this…” He huffs and almost knocks the wind out of himself. Hinata can hear him tunnel visioning, nearly tussling with this bread dough, while he reaches for the flour somewhere on the other side of the kitchen. They have to make more space on the counter to spread some flour around without immediately disturbing their strangely energetic husband. 

Komaeda lets Hinata guide his hands, tilting the bowl and scooping the dough onto the coated surface. “If you put flour under it, it won’t stick. And then you don’t have to fight with the dishes.”

Komaeda only chuckles. He goes back to kneading the dough, green and floral cover up sleeves catching a dusting of flour when he presses down with all he has. He’s just smiling. 

Hinata watches for a captivating moment.

Komaeda’s portion is a third of Hinata’s. Hinata finishes first. They wait for him.

They made the bread last, because Komaeda found it more enjoyable than any dessert, for some reason. Hinata isn’t as excited, but eats it while their husband hums a song they’ve nearly forgotten.

Hinata rests on the sofa. His eyes are closed when the grainy and crackly sound of old music begins to play out loud. And they open to the movement of their husband, still dirty with flour, spinning and stepping rhythmically around the room. Komaeda only smiles and laughs as he makes eye-contact with Hinata, gliding past with just enough of a pause to grab and kiss the back of their hand. Nagito liked this song, Hinata guessed. They’d never heard it before.

“Hajime, come on.”

Hinata opens their eyes again. Komaeda’s pulling at their arm with more might than they expect. With the smallest of huffs they stand from their seat, adjusting their clothes along the way to the middle of the living room floor.

Hinata remembers only a few basic steps from the dances Komaeda once taught him. They try to get the frailer man to do those steps, and he refuses.

So Hinata stumbles on his feet trying to follow along and keep up, which Komaeda also finds funny and laughs at. Hinata gets over his embarrassment and confusion, only because Komaeda laughs.

Komaeda lies flat on his back in bed. Hinata curls around him, side of his head resting on Komaeda’s chest. The bedroom’s clock ticks in his right ear. 

“Thank you, Hajime.” A few days ago, Komaeda would have hesitated to say Hinata’s first name. Today, he’s sure they’re his husband.

Hinata’s forehead is lightly pressed against Komaeda’s wedding band on a necklace chain and he can feel it making an indent in his skin. He fidgets and spins the band around his own finger. Clock ticking in his right ear, Komaeda’s heartbeat in his left ear.

“For what?”

“Today.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for. I didn’t give you today.”

“Then who did?”

He doesn’t know. 

The clock ticks in his right ear. Komaeda’s heart beats in his left. 

He defaults to, “Just rest well, Nagito.” Mumbled into the paler man’s skin. “You did a lot today.”

Komaeda pets their hair. “Because you gave me today.” Hinata doesn’t find it serious, but doesn’t comment either way. The sound of Komaeda’s fingers lightly scratching his scalp resonates through his skull for a moment, and then silences.

“Good night, Nagito. I love you,” Hinata finally manages. Komaeda doesn’t say anything.

Clock ticking in his right ear.

Hinata revels in the light pressure Komaeda’s hand puts on his head. 

Ticking in his right ear. 

Suddenly his stomach drops and his throat tightens. But his mind is so clear. 

Ticking in his right ear. 

This is what he was listening for. 

The clock ticking in his right ear.

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I write for multiple things! Those things being smut, angst, fluff, and lime!

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[dice-nagito-ace]

finding peace (when the new day is dawning)

based off of @eggs-can-draw 's au, none of this is inherently canon, i just have a lot of thoughts about this particular part

Relationships: Shuichi Saihara & Kokichi Ouma, Background Nagito Komaeda & Hajime Hinata, Background Makoto Naegi/Byakuya Togami/Kyoko Kirigiri

Tags: Childhood, First Meetings, Meet Cute? No Meet Tackle, Self-Indulgent, Fluff, Implied Angst, Beach, Pebbles, Komahina is in a long long slow burn, Character Study-ish, Set after DR2, Lowercase

Word Count: 1k

Recommend Listening to While Reading

two boys meet, different and the same.

one tackles the other into the water.

later they throw rocks into the sea to talk about it.

the scent of sea makes his nose itch, he can taste the salt and he sticks his tongue out in curiosity, seeing if the rising droplets could ever reach it, swaying with the rocking boat, hands gripped onto cool metal bars.

"what's my little sleuth doing down there?" he perks up, turning around to look up and sees his mama, carefully pulling away his grip to reach out to her.

her hands meet his halfway, squeezing softly, one, two, three and he does the same, giggling quietly, drowned out almost by the wind tickling their cheeks.

"aren't you tired?" shuichi pauses, thinking it over before shaking his head, letting himself be picked up still, curling into the warm embrace, hiding his face into lilac hair as the sun begins to rise, the light almost blinding after spending his time looking down at the dark waters.

unbidden, a yawn bubbles up his throat anyways, his limbs relaxing, turning slack as he feels safe and warm.

there's mumbling, a coo, he hears his papa's voice, garbled but there, smooth and soft, in his sleep he cries out for him and there's shuffling as awareness peaks, mind sluggishly registering different arms taking him before he lights out.

when he wakes, the boat has docked and his papa is patting him awake while coming down the dock.

"come on, buddy. we're seeing uncle hajime and mister nagito." shuichi blinks, slow and sleepy before it clicks, pulling away to look around, gasping in excitement when he sees the two adults waving at them.

he waves back, arms still heavy but they smile and he smiles back, happy to see them.

it's just that– something moves behind his uncle that makes him rub his eyes, wondering if he was still dreaming.

he isn't, he gets put down and he can see the other more clearly now.

another boy, gripping the sleeves of uncle hajime's pants, dark blue hair like his but the sun hits and it turns purple.

it would have been cool if the other wasn't looking at him so much, unblinking and unmoving.

"shuichi," the brunette calls for his attention, his mismatched eyes soft and at ease, unknowingly making his own tense form calm down.

his hand moves and he follows to where it lands, on the boys head, gently ruffling soft locks.

"this is my son, kokichi." kokichi, it's a nice name, he smiles shyly, waving at the boy.

he blinks, squinting at him before stepping forward, suddenly in his face— suddenly in his face?!

bright purple eyes gaze into his own pair before he smiles, it's not the good one, it's the kind his dad makes before he does something that makes papa and mama sigh.

and he's right, because one moment, the sun is warming his cheeks.

and the next he's in the water, tackled by his uncle's son, oh they get out quick, there's yelling but shuichi's awake, kokichi's giggling, he's wet too.

he has a funny laugh, it makes him laugh too, he hears the adults sigh but there wasn't much harm done, really.

it's when he looks back at kokichi does he realize the other is looking at him in surprise, he doesn't know why, he doesn't get to ask.

there's hands on his, pulling him up, papa is yelling again, telling him to get back to dry off but kokichi–

he laughs and tugs him forward, out the dock, into the sand, their clothes are wet and cold, but the sun is on their backs, the sand is clinging onto their shoes and—

it's not that bad.

the other boy slows down, huffing softly, he squeezes his hand, however briefly while looking back at him.

shuichi squeezes his too, it's the start of something.

probably a giggling fit, because the squeeze makes a squirt sound from the water and they do, giggle that is.

"sorry." kokichi blurts out, waving at their frames, "you looked like you were still dreaming. dad says water helps."

"i– i don't think uncle meant it like that."

"but it was funnier."

a beat.

"yeah, it was."

their parents find them soon enough, mostly without their shoes, trying to get the sand out of them, they run from their ticklish towels but are defeated.

mister nagito laughs and sneaks them away from papa's scolding, letting them scurry off into a corner of the beach kokichi told him was a secret place.

it's quiet, so quiet he can't help but ask.

"why'd you really push me though?"

the young boy stills, gripping onto his towel as he plops down onto a small bench, probably brought there by kokichi himself.

"you calling me a liar?"

"no, it just felt like there was something else."

shuichi squirms in the silence, hesitantly sitting beside who he hopes to be his new friend.

"if, if you don't want to–"

"my dad is busy a lot." he starts, picking up a pebble to throw into the sea.

shuichi picks up one and holds it out for the other to take.

it's a small victory when he takes it but a victory nonetheless.

"i thought we were gonna play together– cuz he woke me up too." oh.

the wind picks up as the silence brews, they spend a few moments just throwing rocks into the water, the sound of the waves roaring out as it takes the pebbles almost feels like they're feeding hungry lions.

"my parents are busy a lot too." shuichi offers out, he knows they love him, they do their best but...

he's picked up a few things from others, that he wasn't really, well, planned. which was odd since papa liked to plan a lot—

"i wasn't upset," kokichi starts, hands digging for a good pebble amidst the sand, brushing one off of any sand and dirt, "i mean, i was, just not at you."

he offers shuichi the pebble.

he takes it, it's a nice one, smooth and round.

("this is a good one." he whispers.

"it is.")

shuichi smiles and offers up his own pebble he'd been fiddling at for a while.

"i know." kokichi huffs but he takes it too, making a show of scrutinizing it before shoving it in his pocket.

"you really are a detective, i'm not saying sorry twice though!"

he laughs and gets up, pocketing the pebble as he does so.

"okay."

[catgirl-catboy]

What was once the SHSL Nurse leaned in.

"Kamukura spent all this time developing a cure for you. A gift from us, to prove Hope isn't perfect either. I told Junko I already had a perfectly fine cure for your existence, but I was overruled." She sighed melodramatically.

"Whoops! Can you ever forgive me? I'm just... so clumsy around people that never stood up for me!"

For a moment, the cycle of his life was broken. He didn't feel hopeful; he felt happy.

Then he felt the greatest despair he'd ever known.

Which had to lead to the greatest hope.

[dawnxblade]

Kokichi Brother From Jabberwock Island

*Kokichi was sleeping on a tree branch, he was skipping class because Maki choked him for telling lies and nobody cared to search for him so he decided to take a nap, somewhere nobody could find him.*

*Nagito stares out of the classroom window and sees Kokichi asleep on the tree branch curious about why he is sleeping outside, he raises his hand and asks the teacher if he could go to the bathroom. the teacher says yes and so Nagito leaves the classroom.*

*Nagito makes it behind the school and looks up watching Kokichi's hair blow with the wind, and he looks peaceful, not wanting to disturb him, Nagito climbs the tree and Picks up Kokichi placing him on his lap.*

Kokichi: "Nagito, you smell of citrus"

Nagito: "Is that bad?"

*Kokichi shakes his head before laying back down against Nagito's chest, He felt safe next to the Ultimate Lucky student, Nagito brushes some leaves away from Kokichi hair.*

Nagito: "Let me guess, your class got tired of your lies and ganged up on you, making you feel unwanted and so you decided to come here instead to hide away so nobody could see how it was affecting you?"

Kokichi: "Y-Yes"

*Kokichi broke down into tears and Nagito embraced him feeling Kokichi's tears soak his jacket*

Nagito: "We've talked about this, Kokichi. Not everything has to be a lie, you aren't weak against anybody, and you can trust certain people. Monokuma, The killing game, they're gone. It's just you and me now so please don't hide what you're feeling anymore, let us help you."

*Kokichi lifts his head sniffling prompting Nagito to pull a tissue from his pocket and wipe Kokichi's face smiling, Giving him another Hug Nagito sighs hearing the school bell ring letting everyone know the class was over.*

Kokichi: "Can I tell the truth? to you and you alone?"

Nagito: "Of course!"

*Kokichi looked towards the ground*

Nagito: "your face tells me you have regrets that you can't escape but you want to. Gonta and Miu? Perhaps?"

Kokichi: "Not just them. Everyone in my class doesn't like me after the hell I've put them through. Shuichi was right I'm alone and I always will be"

*Nagito shook Kokichi's shoulders harshly*

Nagito: "Saihara can't say that when he doesn't know anything! You're never alone....not when I'm here with you."

Kokichi: "Thanks Nagito"

*Kokichi gives a big yawn and cuddles close to Nagito feeling sleepy after their long talk, Nagito takes off his jacket and wraps it around Kokichi's frail frame keeping him warm.*

Nagito: "Anytime Kokichi"

*Hajime walks out to the back of the school with Shuichi who was worried about Kokichi not returning to class, they both come across Nagito and Kokichi in a tree taking a nap. It was quiet, birds chirping and inner peace was attained*

Hajime: "I think we should leave them be. When they wake up we'll be here for them"

Shuichi: "Kokichi is probably angry with me. What if he hates me"

Hajime: "Knowing him, Kokichi isn't one to hold grudges but he also isn't one to forget who hurts him. Just give him some space and It'll work out."

*Hajime sits on the ground taking out his homework and Shuichi joins him, They both sit in silence waiting for the people they mistreated to wake up and act like nothing happened.*

[dansconcepts]

Diner AU - Toasted Bagels

I'm in my Komahina arc clearly so have a drabble of them in context to the Diner AU under the cut. I've got a couple more drabbles with them in this AU but I wouldn't want to make this post too long :'>.

When he first started working here, he didn’t expect to see him there. He was overly familiar with the guy at that point. White hair, a bullshittingly innocent grin, relaxed posture: peak asshole, wrapped up in a guy that became less of an asshole (at least to him). Every day, without fail, he would see Nagito Komaeda at one of the booths. And every day, without fail, he’d be there to get his order (what can he say? He tipped REALLY well). 

The first time he saw him at the diner, he exchanged pleasantries- simple “hey, it’s nice to see you” and “what would you like”s.

“What’s on the menu today, Hajime?” Nagito would ask. Hajime would tell him the special that Rantaro was cooking up, and Nagito would order it, sans certain things. It was interesting to hear, honestly. He was much pickier than he would've thought.

Then, one day, Nagito came in with his arms behind his back.

What immediately tips him off about the strangeness going on is seeing the white-haired man greet him with a mere nod, rather than the wave he does. Even if he didn't do that, he usually saw the guy crossing his arms, or them lazily dropped to his sides. It was always something even if he wasn't doing particularly anything.

The other thing that tips him off, which is perhaps the most obvious thing, are the looks and mild whispers he was getting from the other customers around.

“...Nagito.” The waiter deadpanned.

“Hello, Hajime.” The guy states, that ever-present serene smile on his face as if everything was normal. He almost wants to believe it, if only he didn't give a shit. Unfortunately, he does care.

“Why are your hands behind your back?”

Nagito shrugs. “I got tied up.”

How in the fuck-?! Why do the weirdest things happen to him? “Sorry, you got what?”

“Tied up.” He purses his lips, but he can see the smirk there, the absolute shit- “Do keep up, Hajime.”

“Wh- you don’t get to say that shit when you're tied up! How’d that even happen!? Who was it? I'll go after them right now-!”

“Oh, no no! You don't have to do that. After all, I can't say it was entirely unwarranted. I’m just here for my order anyway.”

The server eyes the other warily. “Your usual?”

Nagito nods. He still sends the other a we're talking about this later don't think you can get out of this look before walking to the back.

The back is always nice. The cook's pretty chill most of the time, and he gets that nice little escape from certain aggravating people for a bit. At the moment, Rantaro's got something cooking up, so he greets the other. Since he's busy, he can definitely prepare it himself. Even though Nagito's a picky guy, he's got pretty simple tastes...

He quickly washes his hands and grabs bagels from its bag.

“Ah, Komaeda's here?” The chef's voice suddenly says.

Hearing the name, he sighs. He turns to see jade eyes peering at him curiously. His favourite thing about Rantaro is the fact that Rantaro's a pretty good listener, and right now- “He showed up with his hands tied behind his back.”

His mouth drops. “Is he okay?”

Hajime waves the concern off, reaching for a plate. “Yeah, yeah, pretty sure he's fine. He's looking way too smug for his situation, so whatever this is about, I'm sure he'll tell me.”

Rantaro's eyes glint, and his lips quirk upward. “Well, good luck then.”

He sets the plate down rougher than he intends to. “Good luck?”

“And try not to jump him, maybe. It is a public space after all-”

Alright, never mind, he wants out after all. He takes a deep breath and quickly opens the fridge, shutting it gentler than he wants to (the last thing he wants to do is break the fridge) to grab the order's drink. “You're enjoying your back of house privilege way too much.”

Green hair rustles as Rantaro shrugs. “What can I say? Not my problem.”

He chuckles. Yeah, that's pretty fair.

Order complete, the waiter takes Nagito's plain white bagels (really fitting for him, honestly) and his common drink (Blue Ram, although he contemplates drinking it himself because his nerves could use it) and leaves it on the table. “Alright, enjoy-”

“Hajime, wait.”

He pauses. “What?” 

“Since I currently can’t use my hands because of the rope, I was wondering if you could feed me?”

“...” He should've drank it. He 100% deserves it.

“I know trash like me has no right to ask you of anything, but I truly haven’t eaten anything since yesterday.” “What the hell?!” He interjects, but Nagito continues, “Unless keeping me starving is your way of punishing me too-”

There is so much to unpack in that one statement, and Hajime chooses to deal with none of it right now. “Okay, okay! I’ll feed you.” 

He grabs a knife to chop off a piece and guides it toward the other's mouth. Komaeda opens and swallows, which causes Hajime's face to warm for some reason? 

“Hajime? Oh, Hajime, you are here. Great.” His coworker's voice suddenly chimes. Hajime turns to find Shuichi, who glances to the other occupant in the booth. “Hello Komaeda.”

“Always a pleasure to see a talented individual like yourself, Saihara.”

Shuichi nods appreciatively and turns back to him. “Makoto was looking for you.” Gray eyes take in the scene before him. “…Are you in the middle of something?”

Hajime whips around. “This is NOT what it looks like.”

“Ah, yes, I’m currently tied up right now and can’t use my arms.”

“Oh! I can get you out of it. What's the material? Handcuffs, zip tie, rope-?”

“It’s standard rope.”

“I’ll get some scissors.”

Ah, of course Shuichi would be familiar with this sort of thing, he's a detective. He probably deals with people being apprehended all the time. Or is that for officers-?

Wait.

Wait a minute.

Oh.

Oh shit.

Hajime wants to hit himself. He did NOT think to free Komaeda whatsoever.

As if on cue, Nagito hums. “Wow, it’s a wonder you didn’t try to cut me out, Hajime. Are you secretly into bondage?”

Hajime scoffs. He looks away, trying to ignore the fact his face is warming. “It’s definitely not that. Don’t overthink it.”

And all Komaeda does is grin.

[evereinefaust]

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 — 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝.

𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝟏

𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝟐

𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝟑

[taking-a-cupcake]

uhmm my masterlist 😅😅😅

(contains both sfw and nsfw, nsfw will be marked)

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

nikolai x fem reader (nsfw)

submissive fyodor x gn!reader (nsfw)

chuuya x gn or fem idk (nsfw)

idk what to say for this, uhm nikolai x gn (nsfw)

sub dazai 😹😹 x gn!reader (nsfw)

foursome😅 with fyodor😅 dazai😅 and chuuya 😅 (fem reader, nsfw)

fucking in the backrooms w nikolai ^_^ (nsfw)

fucking in the backrooms w nikolai part 2 (nsfw)

ranpo x gn!reader (nsfw)

shibusawa x fem!reader (nsfw)

fem!beast dazai x fem!reader (nsfw)

fem!dazai x fem!reader x fem!fyodor (nsfw)

dazai x afab/fem!reader (nsfw, fingering)

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OKEGOM

met x fem!reader (nsfw)

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GENSHIN IMPACT

thigh riding with ayato (nsfw)

hate sex/unrequited lover with albedo (nsfw)

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FATE GRAND ORDER

asclepius x fem reader (nsfw)

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OBEY ME

lucifer x male reader (nsfw)

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WITCHS HEART

ashe bradley x fem/gn reader (nsfw)

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YOUR TURN TO DIE (YTTD)

midori x fem!reader (nsfw)

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RESIDENT EVIL

leon x gn!reader

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ALIEN STAGE

ivan x fem!reader smut

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VARIOUS MEDIA

are you ready to become a single parent (various, nsfw, joke) (various male x gn reader)

public/semi public sex (various, nsfw) - diluc, yelan, dazai, yosano, nagito, idate

various fem/masc characters x fem/gn reader (nsfw)

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IMAGINES/DRABBLES/idk ;-;

uhm me abt modern au scara and hate sex

scaramouche choking imagine

rich genshin characters imagine ;-;

heizou imagine (nsfw)

hunting dogs!reader, 3some w fyodor and dazai imagine

me being down bad for mushitaro

xiao… imagine….. (nsfw..)

fontaine women

cop fyodor + nikolai imagine idk

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MY OPINIONS,,,

“KITTEN” as a fucking petname

[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: Nagito Komaeda and Kokichi Ouma (x reader) - Yandere Relationship Headcannons + Scenario Drabble

Warnings: This is yandere content. Obsessive, possessive stuff. Don’t like = don’t read. Like my Korekiyo version, sexual NSFW will be under a labeled heading so you can skip that section, then the drabble after, which is SFW will have its own heading warning again. Additional warnings for violence, unhealthy relationships, and mentions of dub/noncon. Also SPOILERS for SDR2 and V3.

Word Count: 1.7k

Let me get this out of the way first of all: you picked two of the easiest Danganronpa characters to make yandere. With their personalities, mindsets, intelligence, and how they react to stress, it’s very easy to imagine these two going yandere for their lover/darling. It’s not a reach at all. So let’s get into it.

Nagito Komaeda

SFW Headcannons:

FOR SURE the delusional type of yandere.

He’s delusional in his daily life at times, so when he’s fallen in love, such an intense emotion corrupts him further.

He would delude himself so far as to believe that his luck cycle couldn’t affect or touch his darling, the ultimate hope in his eyes.

He knows that the people around him often get hurt because of his luck cycle, but when it comes to his darling, he has fully deluded himself into thinking that he can protect them, that his love for them is so strong that he knows what’s best for them.

He thinks so lowly of himself and so highly of his beloved, that he believes that just once, for once, his luck can’t harm them.

Nagito believes in his beloved as the pinnacle of shining hope, and worships the ground they walk on.

Nagito is so in love with the embodiment of hope, that I truly believe that he would rather see his darling dead than to let their hope be muddied or fade.

He’d kill them with his own two hands before he’d let this world corrupt them.

He would hoard them to himself, always making excuses and distractions to steal more of their time and attention.

He knows he doesn’t deserve them or their time and energy, but he’s highly intelligent and thinks of roundabout ways to keep them around him at all times.

He always seems to be where they are.

If they need a favor done, or a question answered, he’s there.

When it comes to romance, as I said, he’s a worshipper, obsessive.

NSFW Headcannons

He would kiss and mark every inch of their body, be greedy with them, needing to touch every sensitive spot on their body.

Nagito is both the ultimate switch/verse and the ultimate pleaser when it comes to his lover.

With a lover that accepts his delusional yandere side, he’s obsessed with becoming their perfect lover. He already hates himself and knows he will never be good enough for them, so he needs to mold himself into whatever they want from him at that moment.

When his darling wants a dominant, aggressive top, that’s who he will be. He is more than willing to mess around with impact play, ropes, fear play, breeding, praise and degradation. He would love nothing more than to take them by surprise and force his desires onto them for their pleasure. He would be a master of dub/non con play.

If his darling wants to see him as a submissive, pathetic mess, he will fill that role. Whimpering, crying, begging: all his specialities. He would let them smack him around, pull his hair, talk down to him, and he would revel in it.

Kinks I think Yandere Nagito would definitely be into: wax play, knife/gun play, choking/breathplay, shibari, CNC, degradation, spanking, public humiliation, edging, impact play, breeding, hair-pulling.

Yandere Nagito Drabble:

“Shhh! Shhh, don’t cry, my love…” Nagito caressed the back of your neck gently, lowering your body to the ground slowly as it slumped in his arms, all energy slowly draining from your form. Your vision was blurring, closing in at the edges as more and more blood seeped from your wound. The knife Nagito had just buried into your stomach now sat discarded beside you. Strategically, he sat cradling you into his arms, only allowing the blood to spill onto his own clothing or pool onto the thick blanket he’d set out below you beforehand.

You could only gasp for breath, tears spilling freely down your cheeks. You knew Nagito was dangerous, but you’d never thought he’d turn on you specifically. It always seemed like he’d kill for you, die for you, but to take your life with his own hands?

“T-they won’t get to you… this world… Monokuma… I won’t let them!” His voice quivered, his mind and heart buzzing with both crazed love for you and grief at your necessary passing. He had to do it, though. No one else was worthy of taking your life, and he wouldn’t let that damned bear have the pleasure.

After learning the truth of this world as the reward for completing the Final Dead Room, he’d concluded that this was the only way to spare you, his beloved, from this wretched world. It was the only solution. If you were the traitor, stuck in this evil world with your wicked peers, you deserved to be released. If you weren’t the traitor, surely you were tricked, brainwashed into becoming a remnant of despair, and you must understand that he can’t allow the love of his life to oppose hope. You wouldn't want that, right? Surely, you’d see the need, you’d see it his way…

As the life faded from your eyes, he gripped you closer, now freely weeping into the bloody mess of your limp body. This was all temporary. He’d join you, soon. The plan was already in motion.

Kokichi Ouma

SFW Headcannons:

Kokichi would be another yandere who thinks he always knows what’s best for his darling.

Unlike Nagito, who would kill his darling to retain their purity, Kokichi would do anything, including killing himself or others, to keep his darling alive.

In their own way, maybe both feel like they are doing their darlings a kindness with their methods.

Kokichi is not a nice, caring, subservient type of yandere. Some yanderes obsessively live to serve their darling and worship them. Kokichi is so scared of losing his darling that he is restrictive, possessive, sometimes extremely cruel to them.

He expects them to do what he says, when he says, because it’s all for their own good, for their protection.

He does not like when others interact with them.

He sees pretty much all other interactions with others as cheating/flirtation in his own deluded mind.

When someone especially charismatic like Kaito talks to his darling, he feels himself fuming, and drags them away with a rough grip on their arm, or publicly embarrasses them so badly that they don’t want to continue the interaction.

NSFW Headcannons

Kokichi is not a kind lover.

Mainly, he sees his pleasure as his darling’s pleasure. After all, if it feels good for him, why wouldn’t it feel good for them, too?

On the rare occasion he does decide to focus on his partner’s pleasure and preferences during sexual encounters, he is very frustrated and angered by anything less that an overly-enthusiatic response.

He loves their praise, as he thinks he deserves it.

And though he relishes in the returned affections of his darling, a sick part of him loves when they cry, beg or resist as well.

Kokichi is territorial, leaving bruises and marks.

And he wants others to see them, for sure.

His infatuation for his beloved becomes the center of every goal. He wants to end the killing game for them, for him, for their love. He wants to rule this world with them.

Kinks Yandere Kokichi would be into: spanking, fear play, knife play for sure, degradation, slut-shaming, impact play, bondage, public/semi-public/voyeurism, CNC, humiliation (giving, not recieving), overstimulation (giving)

Yandere Kokichi Drabble:

Fuzzy-brained, disoriented, your eyes cracked open slowly, a migraine thumping in the back of your head. You groaned, eyes focusing in to see a figure in front of you, even in the low lighting.

Of course it was him. Who else would it be?

The last thing you remembered, you were sitting in the cafeteria, trying to destress and process after Gonta’s trial. You were drinking a steaming hot cup of tea, waiting for Shuichi to show up, and for some reason, your energy began to rapidly deplete. Your limbs got numb and heavy, your mind clouded, until your world faded to black.

Nothing in the tea had tasted off, nothing in your environment felt suspicious. That’s how good he’d gotten at this…

Now you were here, sitting before him. He’d taken you silently and skillfully.

“You drugged my tea?” Kokichi approached, bending down to meet your eye level. Further taking in your surroundings, you now realized that you were in fact chained up, locked to the wall behind you in the bathroom of the Exisal hangar.

“You weren’t gonna come on your own…” he pouted, a look begging for sympathy on his face, “and I could ‘ve dragged you here myself, but the kicking and screaming would attract too much attention…” He leaned toward you, leaving a quick, teasing peck of a kiss on the tip of your nose. If your hands were free to wipe it away, you would’ve.

He was right though. You wouldn’t have come on your own, and not quietly, either. At one point, you considered Kokichi a friend, even with his stalkerish obsession with you. You saw the good in him, and knew he had redeeming qualities. Now… after what he’d done to Gonta, after the absolute shit-show that was that last trial and the complete flip he’d made, you wanted nothing to do with him.

Kokichi walked to the other side of the room, and after some rustling into a little bag he’d brought with him, he brought forth a roll of duct tape. Without hesitation, and with a crooked grin on his face, he tore a thick strip off and pasted it across your mouth. Your wiggling provided little resistance, as he had you locked down pretty well.

“There! Can’t have you alerting the others, fraternizing with the enemy!” He had a crazed look in his eye as he spoke those words.It was like he actually believed them, believed his own lies. As if he could read the thought behind your puzzle expression and furrowed brow, he continued: “I’m going to end this killing game, once and for all! You and me, we’re gonna be the last two standing… I’ll make sure of it! Everyone else is merely an obstacle, an opposing force! Place your trust in me, and we will rule this world together!” He giggled, becoming more and more unstable with each word.

He wanted you to trust him, but had you chained up?

“This is for your own good. You’ll only get in my way, colluding with those idiots! You just don’t know what’s best for you, so you’re gonna sit here and look pretty, while I take what’s rightfully ours.” With that, he reached into his pocket, taking out what looked to be a small remote, a controller of some kind. You could only imagine its purpose.