#this was brought to you by kin fucking up a bag of popcorn

[frogchiro]

Imagine Hackergirl relaxing with Graves on a solo mission with him at the hotel room you're staying at :((

Both are relaxed and cozy and happy, cuddled up with you laying on Phil's chest, eating popcorn and watching some chanel on the TV, but honestly you're more interested in the blonde man laying beneath you.

Imagine that while Philip is focused on the news, you nuzzle against his chest before nudging your head under his shirt and sucking his nipple into your mouth :( You'd be met with a gasp and a slight jump and after you emerged from underneath worried that you might have crossed some line, you're met with the prettiest sight ever; Phil blushing brightly, his eyebrows drawn together and little gasps leaving his pink lips.

You tried saying something but Philip only leaned in and kissed you softly on the mouth before breathing out a little

"Why did you stop love♡?"

[askthenewhopespeak]

Epiphany

Miraz turns the knob, opening the door slightly, light shines from outside before it closes. The boy sighs before turning back to the seats. "It's not my time yet." "Well, the theatre is the spot where we all appear first... I've got no clue if you leaving would mean that you fully die, or if it wouldn't matter... nobody's really ever appeared here while still alive." Yukizome shrugged. "Huh?" Miraz is brought out of his thoughts for the moment seeing Junko fly, looking back at the new person, unfamiliar with her. "Who are you?" Miraz slowly opens his eyes with a groan, the room seemed dark. Was he dead? If he was...figure that the arrow didn't work. That Monokuma probably got up and killed him after he passed out. But again...where was he? Suddenly a light casts over a screen.

The screen shows Damian lying on an operating table, with Hiroko Hagakure standing above him. Before Miraz can fully comprehend the situation, a popcorn bucket is thrust in front of him.

"Eat up, kiddo! This is all you're gonna be eating for a long time if Mamakure can't patch you up!"

His eyes widen at the voice, this confirming his fears slightly. "I'm dying...is this hell? Otherwise I wouldn't be speaking to you would I?"

"Probably." Junko Enoshima tossed a handful of popcorn into her mouth. "Seriously though, this is the best show that's been on since... well, since Komaeda tried to kill that half baked copy." She chuckled slightly. "It was priceless, seeing him toss his arm off a roof like that...

Fear is clear in his voice and on his face as he tries to move away from the Ultimate Despair. "How do you know all this? How are we even watching what's happening to me?"

"You think I know how this place works?" Enoshima laughed. "Hell no! Last thing I remember from the land of the living was the big block coming down on me! Then i got to watch everything... the simulation, the old man's killing game, and this school's reopening!" Her face darkens. "And I saw what Storm's been up to... the bastard's been butchering my image..." A slight grin appears upon her face. "Fair enough, since I butchered... ah, no, nevermind, that's for a different blog..."

Slowly Miraz forces himself to breathe, subconsciously starting to eat popcorn as he forces himself to process everything. "From...from the looks of things I might be screwed. Doomed to watch things with the Ultimate Despair." A dry laugh escapes his throat. "I guess it could be worse. Storm has a better plan than what you did by the way."

"Feh. Storm's not a true Ultimate Despair. I always left my plans open to possible failure, that way I could feel the despair of them failing on me... your "daddy" likes his plans all tied up with a neat bow so he can win them." She grins again. "But I have an advantage over him... you see, I won all the time, because in the end, I either got to see the despair on other people's faces, or feel it myself. Storm though..." She shrugs. "If his plans backfire, he won't win. He'll lose. I would have won... plus, there are things not even your papa knows about..." She grins slyly. "For instance, he's got that gal in your group leaking info to the other ones, right? Does he even know who's in that group?"

"Feeling despair from failure? That's insane!" He says with an incredulous look on his face. "Why would that be a sign of....oh." He frowns, actually thinking on her words before picking up what else she said. "Leaking info? The only people I know in the group is myself, Nat....Red Eyes,and Father himself! Why would any of us leak?"

"Aw, you don't even know..." Junko laughed. "Kiddo, you're way behind the game... maybe you should talk to your papa about that if you make it out alive."

"I'm sure he'll be worried about me so he'll call first...if I live." Miraz says, slumping slightly as the screen changes to Natalie's conversation. "...she isn't going to help me?"

Junko shrugs. "Beats me. But come on, it's not as if you're her actual brother... so why should she care about you?"

"But she saved me!" He snaps looking back at Junko, not noticing Hiyoko's words on what needed to be replaced. "She started listening to me, she knows about this!" He flashes his scarred hand.

"Mm, sure... but you realize what we ultimate despairs do best is stabbing each other in the back, right? Unless you literally brainwash someone, they're always gonna try to one-up you. Man, I shoulda saved that anime for Storm and used it on him.. ooh, speaking of brainwashing, have Mitarai and Not Mitarai fucked yet?" She pouts. "The screen never shows me any of the good shit... pans away before anything exciting happens."

"...she wouldn't do that." Miraz says with less confidence than before, looking back again at the screen in worry. They were despairs...was his small talks with Natalie nothing? Could she have been actually planning to get rid of him from the start? Slowly his thought spiral down a darker train of thought, causing him to truly feel something he hadn't felt since his dad.

Junko grinned. She could tell she was getting to the boy... perfect. Even in death, she'd find a way to undermine Maverick Storm... and if Miraz ended up dying, well, there was simply a new chew toy for her here.

Enoshima was jostled from her thoughts and her seat when a foot shoved her forward, sending her crashing into the next row of seats. A woman who looked slighy older than Junko sat down in her place, kicking the bucket of popcorn away. "Sorry about her... Enoshima's just being a bitch, as per usual. And she's probably excited she's got a new person to mess with..."

"Huh?" Miraz is brought out of his thoughts for the moment seeing Junko fly, looking back at the new person, unfamiliar with her. "Who are you?"

"Chisa Yukizome." Yukizome smiled warmly at Miraz. "Former Hope's Peak teacher and Future Foundation member."

"And kiddy killer!" Enoshima yelled from the next row.

"Oh, hush you." Yukizome threw the mostly empty bucket of popcorn onto the former supermodel's head.

"Hope's Peak..." He mutters glancing down before looking back at the teacher. "She's right about real despairs still...guess that doesn't make me one. I guess I'm useless...my life is over."

"Well, there are a lot better ways to spend your time and effort than helping someone like Maverick Storm try and restore the world to the state it was during the tragedy..." Yukizome shrugged. "Like, stopping him from doing so, for example."

"Oh please, the little snot sees Storm as his daddy, there's no way he'd try to stop him." Enoshima sneered.

"...Storm took care of me during the tragedy. I was alone at the start of the tragedy. I had killed my dad in despair of not reaching Hope's Peak beforehand. I didn't know much to survive for the longest. I could only take what I was able to. Sometimes people attacked me and I'd barely get away. It even got to the point I had to kill others just to live on. Then one day...I got too risky." He says, recounting his time in the tragedy.

Yukizome listens, and as Enoshima opens her mouth to let out a snarky comment, she tosses a shoe at the younger girl, hitting her directly in the mouth. The heel sticks in Junko's mouth, causing the former supermodel to look incredibly ridiculous.

PreNHP Miraz sits on a window seal drawing the red horizon of the city. He uses reds, grays, and black color pencils as he works on sketching. I had already gotten supplies I needed that morning to last a few days so I was doing my best to relax. At some point I had taken up drawing to avoid thinking about the world. Miraz continues his picture until he finished, holding it up to see. A wind blew by, taking my drawing out my hands. Miraz looks in horror reaching out to grab it too late, groaning in annoyance.  I'd work pretty hard on it so letting this one go wasn't something I wanted. Going back into the room he'd barricaded himself in he shoots an makeshift arrow out to zip line after it.  I followed for a while, finally catching it before showing up to something I didn't expect. I saw a group of what I thought to be thugs getting ready to kill a man. Miraz peers down at three men surrounding a thin, dark haired man. At first I was going to move on. I'd seen this everyday. But this time I actually felt...different. So I saved him. Arrows fly into the thugs, supposedly killing them all. Miraz hops down, checking the bodies for anything helpful to him and putting it in his bag. He pauses, turning to offer the stranger food they had in their pocket. After that I moved on, not realizing that the men actually were under the Ultimate Yakuza. cut to a scene of Fuyuhiko standing over the men, taking an arrow in his hand before sending people in the direction Miraz went. When I got back home they had broken in. Any traps I had were useless and they had already begun to burn the place down. Cue Miraz sprinting the hall in fear, Yakuza men following him to a dead end. They dragged me out and I thought I was done for. That is...until the man I saved showed up. A few random civilians with guns attack, Storm trailing behind them. *flash back to the present* "Somehow Storm got me out and away from them, and he did his best to care for me since." 

"I... I can see why you see him as a savior, then..." Yukizome muttered. "But... oh, just hold on..." She clicked her fingers, and the footage on the screen seemed to rewind, before beginning to show a montage of Maverick Storm's life, focusing in particular on the cruel things he's done to others.

Miraz' eyes widen in horror at the things Storm did to his class and people during the tragedy. Among the images he sees Kin and her friends. "But...why did he save me? Was he...using me?"

"Chances are..." Yukizome nodded. "I wasn't in his class, I really only heard about what he did from others... but I believe every word of it. I'm almost certain that he sees everyone as a pawn."

"....I see." He says, looking away from the screen. "I trusted him..." He mutters, thoughts going down again. "I just wanted a normal father."

Yukizome placed her hand on his shoulder in a warm, caring way. "Often times, life isn't kind enough to give us what we want..."

"Yeah." Enoshima added. "Death too! I want butter on my popcorn, but noooo, it's just plain..."

"It certainly seems like life hates me in specific huh?" Miraz says softly with a laugh. Looking up, tears form and threaten to fall. "Mom leaves me behind? Okay, then I'll do my best to make do! When I actually find something I enjoy, I get scarred for it!" He shouts gesturing to his hand, voice slowly breaking as he continues. "Fine, let's go to a place that what I enjoy gets appreciated! NOPE!" He laughs again, tears freely falling as he stands. "Have a fresh dose of despair to take your pain out on your dead-beat of a dad until he's dead! Then you can wallow in guilt as the world goes to hell! Save a random guy and he takes care of you? Nope, he's only using you just like the other person you come to believe a sister! AND NOW!" He gestures at the theater they were in, spinning around with despair evident in his eyes. "I'M DEAD! THERE'S NO WAY I'LL COME BACK FROM THIS! EVEN IF I DO, MY LIFE IS OVER!"

Enoshima smirked, watching Miraz. This was beautiful... and in trying to stop her, Yukizome had only helped out. Though, that was fairly typical of her...

"I'll die...I'll die knowing that I've always been alone, and that with everything I thought I've done was simply useless like me!" He grins, scooping up a tub of popcorn and gazing back at the screen. "What a life, what a short useless life it was. And the best part is I have a seat to my end. Nobody will miss me, nobody will even care. This new Hope's Peak, the staff, the students, all were weary of me from the very beginning. I'm probably just another pawn off the board for my dear 'dad.' And now that I'll be gone, that'll be one less issue out the way.

Yukizome doesn't respond, but the screen splits into three, one part focusing on Kyoji, Hiroko, and Mikan trying to save Damian's life, while another focuses on Peko and Natalie in the waiting room, both looking intensely worried, and the final one showed Yukari's conversation with Fukawa.

Miraz' grin slowly melts away that the different things occuring at once. What were they doing? Sure there was Kyoji and company attempting to save him with bleak chancrs, but what of the others? Yukari seemed...sad for him? Natalie and Peko...they were worried?He doesn't say anything as he starts munching on popcorn for the moment. Anyone who noticed could see his eyes changing from despair to normal emerald color.

On the screen, Mikan wheeled Natalie in, placing her on the bed next to Damian while she began to prepare things for a blood transfusion.

"Please be the wrong type, please be the wrong type..." Enoshima began muttering. Another shoe flew into her forehead.

"...what is she doing? She doesn't care, why would she be trying to save someone who's done nothing but cause trouble?" He asks, expression growing more confused.

"Because she cares about you." Yukizome replied simply.

"But she just worked under him like I. Why would she care if I fell. She'd be better in his eyes." His voice wavers, almost as if he was asking a question he already knew the answer to.

"Maybe she doesn't want to look better to Maverick." Yukizome suggested.

"Or maybe she just wants to kill you herself!" Enoshima said.

A third shoe hit her in the face. "YUKIZOME I'M GONNA SHOVE THESE FUCKING SHOES RIGHT UP YOUR-"

"Oh, shut up, slut. We're dead." Yukizome smirked. "You can't hurt me unless I want you to. And, unlike you, I'm not a masochist.”

Yukizome's words set in his mind as his gaze turns over to Yukari, remembering how she reached out to him, setting up a party, having done nothing but share kindness to him. "...they do care. Why do they care?"

Yukizome smiled gently. "That's something you'll have to ask them."

"Yeah..." The despair in his eyes disappear completely, leaving only a sad smile on Miraz' face. "I will if I live."

"Which you probably won't." Junko scoffed.

"It does seem pretty bad. How badly did I get slashed up?" He asks looking at his body.

"Shirokuma fucked up a bunch of your organs. Including your heart." Enoshima smirked. "So you're pretty much fucked."

Miraz winces, tracing his fingers along his front. "There's no way they can save me in time. That's too much to fix..."

"Maybe. Maybe not." Yukizome shrugged.

"What am I supposed to do if...I don't live?"

"Well... let's hope it doesn't come to that." Yukizome muttered.

"Hope." Miraz' looks at her with deadpan expression before sighing. "I guess that's the only thing I can do now."

"If it's any consolation, it's about all I can do... well, that and babysit." Yukizome shrugged.

Miraz watches Kyoji work before looking to Yukizome with curiosity. "How did you end up here?"

"I died. Simple as that." Yukizome shrugged. "There's a whole bunch of people outside the theater... nobody wants to stay with Enoshima in here for too long, so we take shifts watching her."

"Fun..." He replies, looking back at Junko. "I guess I can see why."

Yukizome glanced down at her wrist, and scowled slightly. "Ruruka was supposed to take over five miniutes ago... ah well, I’m pretty good just sitting here for however long until you're... decided on, let's say."

"There's others out there though right? Couldn't we go out there? Or do I have to stay?"

"Well, the theater is the spot where we all appear first... I've got no clue if you leaving would mean that you fully die, or if it wouldn't matter... nobody's really ever appeared here while still alive." Yukizome shrugged.

"Try it, and let's see what happens!" Enoshima smirked.

Any advice from Junko Enoshima seemed like a bad idea, but while Miraz was concerned if he'd live or not, he was curious what was beyond the door. Looking around the room, he sees a lone exit sign on one side.

"You do what you think is right, Miraz." Yukizome said.

Miraz slowly stands up, walking towards the exit door. Reaching for the handle he pauses, turning back to the theater. Chisa sat to his left with a peaceful smile, Junko on his right with that smirk. Leaving the theater may mean he'd never be able to come back to the land of the living. Was it really better than staying and waiting in suspense? A choice had to be made...

"Do what you think is right." Chisa repeated.

"Wait hold-" Junko began, but Yukizome put her hand over the younger girl's mouth.

Miraz turns the knob, opening the door slightly, light shines from outside before it closes. The boy sighs before turning back to the seats. "It's not my time yet."

Yukizome nodded, returning her gaze the the screen. "Hmm... looks like they're getting close to finishing up... I think you were right about it not yet being your time."

Miraz looks up at the screen with a smile, sitting down next to Yukizome before yawning. "Is it okay to sleep in here?"

"I don't see any harm in it." Yukizome smiled.

Damian nods before his eyes drift close and in a few minutes he's asleep leaning on Yukizome's arm.

Yukizome smiled. It seemed like today was not the day Damian Miraz was going to die... her eyes turned to the screen as she had the footage fast forward...

"What's it looking like so far?" Enoshima asked. 

"Out of all of them... three are definitely going to survive. And two are definitely going to die..." Yukizome muttered. "As for almost everyone else... their fates are up in the air." 

"Heh." Enoshima smirked. "I bet those idiots will get everyone killed..." 

"I disagree. I have faith in everyone..." Yukizome said. "They'll pull through."

"And what happens after..." Junko smirked. "Upupupupu... I can't wait to see the look on their faces..." 

Miraz began to fade from the theater, and the two women watched him go.

"Godspeed, Damian Miraz." Yukizome muttered. 

"I hope he sends an arrow right into Storm's dick." Enoshima smirked. "And then a few more!" 

"You're messed up." Yukizome sighed. 

"Well duh."