#yasuhiro Hagakure one shot

[ava-ships]

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“You sure it’s not weird?”

“Of course” Sasha beamed a smile at Hiro—who was laying down between her legs in the electrician’s lap.

“You’re really cute, you know I’ll never tire from saying that.”

Hiro’s face glowed with flustered blush despite Sasha doing such a intimate gesture of holding him.

Her hands rummaged through the fortune teller’s hair with tender movements, fingers toying with a few of his dreadlocks.

The love in her touches sent a sensation of butterflies swarming in her lover’s stomach—hence the way his face was drenched in blush.

“You deserve a lil love now and then—it’s something to thank you for what you’ve done to help me. It’s my turn to do the same.”

Her hands moved down and began rubbing his tensed up shoulders.

Hiro looked down to see that he had been fidgeting with the bead bracelet on his wrist from the rush of his nerves.

“Sorry, I-“

Sasha pressed her one hand to his cheek, the other massaging his shoulder.

“I don’t mind it at all.”

Hiro sprung up and hugged Sasha before she could even speak. He hummed a bit with his head now pressed on the crook of Sasha’s neck.

She giggled, kissing his forehead and rubbing her hand on his backside.

He silently cussed at his heart for pounding so vividly. His arms gripped her waist a bit but not so much that it hurt. Rather a soft tug the was replied to by Sasha slowly rocking on the beanbag she sat on.

“You’re always welcome for hugs from me, ‘Kure”

Yasuhiro just smiled in response with a bright chuckle.

“Can’t thank you enough, firefly”

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Fandom: Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, Dangan Ronpa 3: The End of 希望ヶ峰学園 | The End of Kibougamine Gakuen | End of Hope's Peak High School Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Fukawa Touko/Togami Byakuya Characters: Togami Byakuya, Fukawa Touko, Naegi Makoto, Kirigiri Kyouko, Asahina Aoi, Hagakure Yasuhiro Summary: Naegi and the gang return to Hope's Peak and find a box containing video tapes and a notebook with rejected ideas for killing game motives.

Comments: I only wrote 3 things in advance for ToFu Week because very stressful irl things so I have to now go rush out some stuff for the other days lol

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Makoto stands in front of the door to the data processing room, his fists tightly clenched by his sides. Years ago, when he and his classmates arrived outside this room, they suspected the door might have been rigged with a bomb and he found himself nominated to open it. He remembers shutting his eyes and muttering a prayer to himself before turning the knob, then the relief that washed over him when he opened it and no explosions occurred. 

Under the sheet of dirt on the data processing room’s door is a rich purple. Makoto stares forward and breathes.

Fluorescent lighting dyed the corridor in gold all that time ago; now, it is bathed in neutral tones by both artificial and natural means. Only a few ceiling lamps work properly. Some flicker, others strain dull glows and the rest don't function at all. The group repaired just enough of them so they could navigate through the corridors at night. It’s not dark outside now though. Along one wall, the windows are no longer boarded with metal panels so sunlight pours in, providing a stage for dust particles to twirl in. 

“Loosen up, Naegi-chi!” Yasuhiro smacks a hand against Makoto’s back. Though Yasuhiro doesn’t do it particularly hard, Makoto’s breath surges out of him and he shunts a foot forward to stop himself from overbalancing. “I’m sure there aren’t any explosives attached to it.”

Makoto straightens with a wince, a dull pang vibrating in his back. A wide grin beams on Yasuhiro’s face. As Makoto lowers his gaze, he takes in all the gear that Yasuhiro has on. One diamond earring, on his left side. A carnelian necklace hanging down his chest. Onyx ring on his finger. Various small pots of different herbs attached to his belt. He knows they’re all meant to ward off evil spirits because his sister believes in that sort of thing, and because Yasuhiro tried to sell Makoto some before their trip to the old school building.

“We know there aren’t any explosives,” Kyouko says with a frown. Her glare softens as she turns to Makoto. “Do you want one of us to open it instead?”

Touko, Aoi and Yasuhiro all strike horrified expressions. Makoto smiles at Kyouko.

“It’s fine,” he says, and before he can lose his nerve, he grabs the knob and twists it.

Of course the door doesn’t explode, but his heart flutters anyway as he steps into the data processing room. It has been... what? A few years since they were last here, at least. Dust films the desks in the room. On the furthest wall are a chequer of screens, though only a few show anything. Most of them have the word ‘ERROR’ stamped into their blackness. Despite the group reconnecting the power upon arriving at the school, not many of the cameras must be functioning or connected. 

Yasuhiro wipes a finger across a desk. Under all his accessories, Yasuhiro is dressed in his future foundation uniform like everyone else. Even newly promoted full-time member Touko Fukawa has a smart suit on. Under Yasuhiro’s arm, not the one he used to slap Makoto with, is a pumpkin, carved to appear like it's smiling and wearing rectangular glasses. Nearby, Byakuya glares with very similar glasses on his face. Which makes sense because Yasuhiro claimed that ‘a pumpkin resembling a happy Togami-chi’ would be truly frightening and scare away any ghouls. 

Aoi rubs her upper arms. “This place gives me the creeps.”

“This place will make the refurbishment process a lot easier,” says Byakuya, standing at one of the desks scattered around the room. He presses a button on the computer console, then watches as the three monitors on the desk stir to life. “Once we have the cameras online, we can use them to better keep track of progress, spot any intruders and see if any of us fall into any difficulties.”

Rather than be reassured, Aoi twists her lips and hugs herself. “I know that, but I can’t shake off this place’s dark, slimy vibes. Enoshima used this room to spy on us and control that evil bear.”

“The machinery here isn’t evil,” points out Touko. “Computers only do as they’re programmed and instructed. Humans are the ones you should be worried about.”

“She’s right,” says Byakuya, earning a wide smile from Touko that he doesn’t see. He’s focused on the computer. A white cable connects the computer’s box to what looks like a green circuit board, gripped in his hand.

Yasuhiro shoots Aoi a sympathetic look. “I know what you mean, Asahina-chi. The whole school is probably crawling with ghosties.” His face falls for a moment, then he cracks a grin and jerks his thumb toward himself. “Luckily, I brought plenty of incense.”

Makoto suspects incense wouldn’t do anything other than make the room smell, but he doesn’t say anything. Just purses his lips.

“We can always sell the computer equipment after we’re done with it,” Yasuhiro suggests. “Even if any of it is broken, people will scramble to buy stuff from here. Harrison Ford’s pistol from Blade Runner fetched up to about forty thousand dollars at auction.”

Byakuya’s brow furrows.

“Oh, be quiet, you,” mutters Byakuya, too preoccupied with working on the computer for a harsher retort. He has a laptop set up on the same desk, green coded text scrolling down its black screen.

“Why not use Alter Ego?” Yasuhiro asks. “They’d hack it way faster than that device.”

Alter Ego resides in the laptop in the satchel hanging from Kyouko’s shoulder. Byakuya wafts a hand at Yasuhiro, not bothering to even glance at him.

“That’s unnecessary. Besides, we shouldn’t rely on it for every simple task.”

Though Byakuya claims hacking is simple, Makoto wouldn’t know where to even start. Touko sighs, placing a hand onto her cheek. 

“That’s my genius darling for you.” Her eyes flicker and the dreamy glaze on her face cracks as she looks at Yasuhiro, who’s standing around doing nothing. She hisses, “You heard him! D-Don’t bother him while he works.”

Yasuhiro yelps and cowers. No one bats an eye. Byakuya continues hacking the computer while the others inspect their surroundings. There’s not a lot to look at. Aoi studies the surveillance monitors, but there is no movement on any of them. None of the other desks have computers stationed at them, though there is a television on a trolley. Last time, it showed them live footage of themselves in this room. Now, it doesn’t even show that. Only a blank screen. Yasuhiro starts fiddling with it, and Makoto decides to leave him be.

Makoto glances over Touko, who is watching Byakuya, before fixing his focus onto Kyouko. She has moved to the back of the room where there is a door with a close-up of Monobear stencilled on it. The sight makes him cringe. Without saying anything, she opens the door and goes inside. He darts over to the doorway and looks in, staying in the entrance with one hand holding the door open. Cobwebs drape the corners of the dust-crusted room. Directly ahead of him lies what resembles a cockpit, previously used by Junko to control the Monobear units. Computers cover the far wall while on the perpendicular walls are countertops with either junk or empty space underneath them. 

The cluster of different sized screens opposite him have been switched off since his only visit, no longer boasting numbers and graphs that flew over his ahoge. Kyouko opts not to sit in the only chair, which wouldn’t look out of place in a gamer’s set-up. She instead bends over slightly as she examines various touch screens and keypads. 

“Does it still work?” asks Makoto, sidling up to her. Kyouko’s gaze doesn’t stray from her busy hands.

“We will have to find out.”

She presses a button and the largest monitor turns on. He breathes in sharply as a jolt hits the pit of his stomach, but before he can get too excited, he reads the single word flashing on the screen.

“Password,” he mutters. Of course there is a password. Not having one would make things too easy for them.

Undeterred, Kyouko pulls out the laptop in her satchel and sets it onto one of the touchscreens. While she boots it up, Makoto explores. By the chair is a trapdoor. He crouches down and tries to open it. There’s no handle on it to grab, but the trapdoor protrudes slightly from the floor, giving him some way to grip it. But when it doesn’t budge at all, he quickly gives up. Yanking on it any harder would probably break his nails. Besides, the only thing behind there would be a Monobear unit. And that would only be good for spare parts.

Makoto presses his hands against his thighs as he prepares to stand up, but then he spots a cardboard box under one of the countertops and hesitates. From where he is, he can’t see if there’s anything inside it. An optimistic voice in his head wonders if it might contain something useful, like a sheet of paper with computer passwords. He walks over, squats and delves his arm through spiderwebs to heave the box out into the open. 

His puzzled expression doesn’t change as he rummages. In the box are video tapes, a hard drive, CDs and a notebook. On the CDs and notebooks are white labels written on with black marker pen. He reads one and freezes.

The labels have the names of his former classmates and his own on them.

An arm brushes past his shoulder. Makoto tenses, a chill rushing down the back of his neck. But it’s just Kyouko, reaching past him and picking up the notebook.

“What’s in there?” he asks as she opens it.

She raises her eyebrows. “Enoshima appears to have used this for brainstorming ideas for motives.”

Makoto jerks his head back. “W-What?”

He jumps up and reads alongside her. On the yellowing pages are bullet pointed sentences, some crossed out, others annotated. One says ‘Killing amongst loved ones’. A line is drawn through it, and on the end is written, ‘Before and after?’ Doodles fill the margins, depicting Monobear, dead bodies with X’s for eyes and a frog that vaguely resembles Mukuro Ikusaba.

The idea of a killing game amongst loved ones makes Makoto’s stomach roll. He imagines Komaru in the same situation as he had been in, without Touko at her side. Without anyone to look out for her, to protect her, to comfort her. To guide her. It never happened, but his heart still races at the thought of her scared, alone, surrounded by people just as scared and alone but more dangerous.

“Does that mean Enoshima intended to pit our loved ones against each other in a killing game?” he asks. The more he thinks about it, the more it feels like his lungs are filling with water.

“Apparently so. Enoshima must have changed her mind at some point,” says Kyouko, stroking her chin. Makoto tries to swallow, fails, then opens his mouth.

“Hey, guys!” Yasuhiro calls from the other room. “Togami-chi reckons he hacked the security system.”

Kyouko and Makoto glance at each other before leaving the control room to join the others. Makoto brings the box while Kyouko clutches the notebook. The three monitors by Byakuya now show a lot of green and blue text, but it’s all computer programs and coded language that Makoto would give himself a headache trying to wrap his head around. 

Yasuhiro has had significantly less success with the television. Its screen is blank.

Aoi squints at them. “What have you got there?”

Makoto plonks the box down onto an empty desk, which coughs up dust. Kyouko twitches the notebook.

“We discovered a notebook that Enoshima kept her ideas for killing game motives in,” she reveals.

Byakuya quirks his brow, while the others tense and look at each other.

“What interesting ones are in there?” asks Byakuya.

“Interesting?” Aoi ogles him. “That’s a weird way to describe it.”

“What would you call it?”

She licks her lips, and by the time she opens her mouth, her brow has sufficiently scrunched. “Evil. We should burn it. It’s probably what has been giving off all those stinky vibes.”

“I thought that was Fukawa-chi,” says Yasuhiro.

Touko grits her teeth and rounds on him, but before she can spray any acidic words, Byakuya speaks up.

“No,” says Byakuya. “It’s not Fukawa. She bathed recently.”

Makoto watches the anger seep out of Touko like a rapidly deflating balloon. The corners of her lips rise, carving into her cheeks, and her eyes light up. 

“Y-You noticed? I w-wasn’t going to bother with a shower because I would just get dirty and sweaty again, but Komaru said you would prefer it if I did,” she babbles.

“As would most humans.” Byakuya presses a finger against the notebook, tilting it slightly. He scans the book with focused blue eyes until his gaze fixes on one of the lines. “A killing game for the hostages, hm? Obviously, Pennyworth would win.”

Yasuhiro claps his hands together, grimacing. “Not my mummy! That would be too cruel!”

Touko doesn’t say anything, chewing her lip. Kameko, her stink bug, would probably have been stomped on near the beginning unless it managed to hide first. Makoto looks away and catches Aoi’s glum face. Even without that killing game ever happening, she still lost her loved one. Her brother. The nausea he felt thinking about Komaru’s well-being resurfaces, and it’s almost painful to push the sensation down.

“What other motives are there, Kirigiri-san?” he asks.

Kyouko glances at him. Some of his queasiness must linger on his face, as her eyes widen for a moment in concern before her expression hardens again. She nods, then says, “There is also ‘secret about someone else’. Presumably, instead of us having twenty-four hours to murder or else have a secret about ourselves exposed, we would be given someone else’s secret. Depending on what it was, someone may have become desperate to hunt down who knew it and silence them.”

Byakuya folds his arms over his chest.

“That would not entice me at all,” he announces.

“What was your secret, Togami-chi?” asks Yasuhiro.

“None of your business, but obviously it was not something I was desperate to hide. If that was the case, I would have murdered someone at the time.”

“So why not say it now?” says Makoto.

A pause. Byakuya’s eyes flicker and a muscle twitches in his jaw.

“... Fine,” he says coldly. “It said, ‘Byakuya Togami was not supposed to be the heir to his precious conglomerate.’”

The admission whips the air, crackling with electricity. While the others stare at him, Byakuya’s lips tighten and he pointedly does not meet any of their gazes. When they were locked inside Hope’s Peak, Byakuya revealed to Makoto about there being a competition to choose the Togami heir. Byakuya’s behaviour now isn’t one of a man proud of his achievements. Of earning his place.

“How...?” Makoto starts.

“The answer would require three volumes,” interrupts Byakuya. Within his stony countenance is a glint of something. Not shame, not quite. Resentment. “You just need to know that I was the rightful heir despite circumstances outside my control. But anyway, now I insist that you all tell me your secrets. That’s only fair.”

His eyes sharpen as he looks around. The others fidget. 

“You all know mine,” mumbles Touko, undoubtedly referring to Syo.

“Yes. You told me about it before Monobear announced the motive,” Byakuya says with impatience. Though his secret might not have made him kill anyone, it certainly is a barb in his chest that hasn’t been wrangled out after all these years. “I am talking about the others.”

“You know mine as well,” says Kyouko. “My memories about my detective background only started to return to me after Enoshima tried to frame me for murder. Therefore, she did not have much to go off of, so my secret was simply, ‘Kirigiri may seem cool, but the burns on her hands are not’.”

She recites it in a flat voice without pause. As always, her hands are gloved, the scars hidden. Covered like the unreadable expression that sits on her face, shrouding the emotions beneath it. 

Nearby, Aoi scratches her nose.

“Mine doesn’t seem so bad now. I was really scared for anyone to find out, but...” Aoi shudders before forcing herself to straighten and lift her chin. “When I was eight... at a celebration party after winning a relay... we were only supposed to have one donut, but I took two and blamed Yuta.”

Makoto blinks as she gives a nervous laugh and rubs an eye with the heel of her hand. Despite the tears pricking her eyes, she’s smiling. He grins at her.

“That’s no big deal. I wet the bed until fifth grade,” he replies. His heart flutters as he admits it, and then he understands how Aoi feels. He wants to laugh now too.

Yasuhiro beams. “And I just went on the run for three years after I tried squeezing money out of a girl whose father was the head of a major Yakuza family. Wow, listening to you guys really puts my little flaw into perspective.”

Touko’s head twitches back. “Wait, what?”

“So someone else would have our secret?” Yasuhiro carries on, ignoring the others’ stunned expressions. He swipes his finger against the bottom of his nose. “That would have been... Wow. Who knows how that would have played out?”

“Or who would have died,” mumbles Aoi.

Yasuhiro grimaces, all semblances of a smile gone. “When you put it like that, it’s not so fun.” Makoto would argue it was not fun at all. “What other motives are there?”

“Let’s see...” Kyouko tucks back some lilac hair behind her ear and skims down the page. “Here’s one. ‘Monotony. Sleep in same room. Wear same uniform. Only allowed to call others ‘fellow student’.”

“Celes would have hated that most,” remarks Touko. She’s not wrong. “Me, however...? Sleeping in the same room as Byakuya-sama?”

The corners of her lips curl as she laughs low to herself. Byakuya’s eyes harden but he doesn’t say anything at first, continuing to read through Junko’s different ideas.

“Ah.” Byakuya points at the page. His other hand pushes up his glasses. “This one is interesting. ‘One other person can graduate with you’.”

Aoi looked like she had been about to tell Byakuya off for calling a motive interesting, but once she hears the motive, she flinches, her retort catching on her lips like her tongue against the back of her teeth. Even Touko snaps out of her little fantasy.

“W-What...?” Touko covers her mouth with her fist.

A question burns on all their tongues. The same question. It makes Makoto’s skin prickle, makes his mouth dry. Aoi swallows and says shakily, “I could never...”

“When some of us were sequestering Oogami?” Touko interrupts, looking just as queasy as Aoi does. “In certain circumstances, you would kill. For her.”

“No!”

“T-That’s why you’re so defensive, isn’t it?”

Aoi balls her hands into fists and bares her teeth. “Well, what about you? You’d obviously kill for Togami.”

Her heat sizzles against the chill that surrounds Touko.

“... Perhaps,” Touko says, averting her gaze. “If... he asked me to, and I believed in his plan, I might have.”

“See!” Aoi says, pointing at her with a quivering index finger.

“However, with my alter, I would always be suspected first,” adds Touko. “And I’m a doormat, not a woman with a death wish. I would be content being in a rundown motel or a trash can with Byakuya-sama... if I was executed, there would be no more us!” The mere thought contorts her features. She clasps her hands together over her heart. “He would spend the rest of his days depressed in a tracksuit, carrying a portrait of me around. You could never understand my relationship with Byakuya-sama...”

Makoto agrees, but he doesn’t think Touko understands it either. Byakuya, who had been listening without interruption, wrinkles his nose and stays quiet. Aoi continues scowling. More electricity seems to crackle in the air than in the computers.

“Guys!” Makoto bursts out. Everyone turns to him. “Are we really getting angry over situations that will never happen?”

The flame of anger burns in Aoi’s stare. They’re all friends, but Makoto still tenses as its heat slams into him. A few seconds later, it flickers out, leaving her eyes dull. She lowers her head and rubs her elbow sheepishly.

“Sorry, everyone,” says Aoi. “Sorry, Fukawa-chan.”

Touko shuffles her feet. “I will accept your apology. And I concede that I shouldn’t have brought up Oogami so casually...”

That’s as close to an apology as Aoi will get, and Aoi knows this. She smiles.

“I don’t know who I would have taken with me...” Yasuhiro scratches his temple then amends quickly, “If I was ever in that situation, I mean. I don’t think I would have managed to get away with killing anyone. Even with ten billion yen on the table, I didn’t do anything.”

“Yes, Celes got there first,” says Touko.

“Everyone, please.” Kyouko’s voice cuts in. She sighs. “Naegi-kun was right. And so was Asahina-san. This book is only causing us stress.”

“That is because you all feel threatened by it. There is nothing in there that would induce me to kill,” says Byakuya. He twitches his chin forward. “If I was to kill, it would be on my own terms. Not because my hand was forced.”

Byakuya is incredibly stubborn. Listening to him makes Makoto feel like someone has grinded their bony knuckles against his forehead. Yasuhiro snatches the notebook from Kyouko and raises it upward, squinting. A mild look of surprise passes through Kyouko’s features.

“There must be something...” Yasuhiro mumbles.

“There is not,” Byakuya replies.

While the others watch them, Kyouko turns to the box that Makoto carried in. She takes out one of the video tapes. “Hm...”

Aoi notices and frowns. “Are those the recordings they took of our loved ones that Monobear showed us at the beginning of the games?” 

The memory resurfaces. A living room. Makoto’s parents, his sister. All smiling on a couch, eyes twinkling, followed by footage of the same room abandoned and destroyed. Worst of all is he still doesn’t know what happened to his parents. There exists footage supposedly of their corpses hanging, but its authenticity couldn’t be verified. His chest becomes rock hard. He doesn’t think he can stomach watching it again.

“Those were on discs,” Touko points out. “These ones may still show the same footage, but...”

But they might not. Aoi rifles through the box, taking out each tape and laying them onto the desk. When she seems to have found them all, she takes one into her hands and furrows her brow. “There are only six of them.”

“That makes sense,” says Makoto. “One for each survivor.”

Only six students made it out alive when there had been sixteen in their class originally. His stomach coils as their faces bleed in, forever young. But Aoi shakes her head. 

“That can’t be it because one has Sakura-chan’s name written on the label,” she reveals.

In that case, there should have been seven tapes. Upon investigation, each survivor does have their own, but for some reason, Byakuya and Touko share one.

“That’s bizarre,” says Byakuya. “Why would we share a tape?”

“And why has Sakura-chan got one?” asks Aoi.

“Enoshima must have intended to use these after the third trial,” says Byakuya. “We were the only people alive at that point. However, instead of these, she disclosed Oogami’s role as the mole.”

That doesn’t explain them sharing a tape though. Touko is quiet, listening to the others with a hand hovering over her mouth. Green and blue text continue swimming across the monitors of the computer Byakuya hacked into, but no one pays them any attention. All anyone can focus on are the tapes.

“Should we check them out?” asks Yasuhiro, lowering the notebook and scratching his head with his other hand.

“We don’t have to,” says Kyouko. “We got worked up reading the other motives. It seems pointless to watch a video that has probably been edited to try to entice us to murder.”

Byakuya adjusts his glasses. “I don’t recall myself becoming emotional at anything shown so far.”

“So why don’t we watch yours?” says Aoi. Touko bristles.

“B-Byakuya-sama doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want...!”

“I will show you our video,” he cuts in. “I have nothing to hide. However, I recall that I went first when we divulged our hidden pasts. If you wish to watch whatever is on my tape, I insist we view everyone else’s first. That’s fair, is it not?”

At first, Makoto thinks he would be content not knowing what is on the tapes, but then he catches himself staring at them on the desk. There’s an itch under his skin as he regards them. Kyouko stirs, grabbing a tape and going over to the television that Yasuhiro had been tinkering with. Surprisingly, there is a video player on the trolley stand it sits on. She pushes the tape in and steps back.

Obnoxious cartoony music belts out, and on the screen it says in colourful font ‘Hope’s Peak Home Videos!’ A slightly fuzzy montage plays of Kyouko walking around different parts of the school, ending with a series of clips of her peeking out her door, waiting, and then returning to her room.

“I don’t get it,” says Yasuhiro. Byakuya rewinds it and they watch it again. Kyouko strides through corridors, peeks into rooms, then finishes at her own room. They study the footage, Yasuhiro rubbing his chin, until Makoto punches his palm.

“The time is in the corner. All these took place at night.” Apparently, it was slightly past midnight.

Yasuhiro keeps frowning. “I still don’t get it.”

“Kirigiri stalking the corridors at night would have come across as suspicious,” explains Byakuya. “We did agree to stay in our rooms at night. Monobear probably intended us to view this and distrust her further.”

“On those occasions, I was exploring the school for clues,” Kyouko informs them. “The end is where my detective instincts kicked in. It manifests as a chill over my skin and an unsettled stomach. When that happened, I checked to see if anything was happening. However, as Togami-kun suggested, it could come across as suspicious.”

When the video ends once more, they don’t rewind it again. The screen is a black void pricked with reflections from nearby light sources.

“That wasn’t so bad,” says Aoi.

“I’ll go next,” says Makoto. It would be unfair if only Kyouko showed her tape. He presses a button so the tape player spits out Kyouko’s tape, then inserts his own.

The same intro plays. Makoto’s heart flutters. Yes, he chose to do this, but he doesn’t know what to expect. As far as he is aware, by that stage of the killing games, he hadn’t done anything too suspicious. After the title card, the footage starts. Right away, it seems distorted, wobbling. As if the camera is malfunctioning. He widens his eyes, confused. Colourful smudges sway in random directions. It takes a few moments to figure out that they are small fish, swimming back and forth. Then he understands: the camera is underwater. 

“What sort of camera is this?” asks Byakuya.

In one corner of the screen is text with the time, but in the top right corner is a small box that states ‘Monofish #3’. The camera shifts, turning to reveal a blurry bathroom. Makoto recognises it - it’s the bathroom in the dorm area, first floor. In the black tiled room is Makoto, and he...

The others stare at the television...

... he is pressing his palms against his cheeks, lips smooshed together, in an imitation of a fish. He smacks his lips, almost cross-eyed. Shortly after, the clip ends.

“... What the fuck was that?” Touko says finally.

Makoto’s face burns. “I didn’t know they were recording me.”

“Most of them were probably real fish, intermingling with a few robotic ones,” says Byakuya, looking almost as embarrassed as Makoto feels. “That video doesn’t make you seem suspicious. It just emphasises how much of an idiot you can be...”

‘Can be’ is better than ‘is’. And people say Byakuya hasn’t changed since Makoto first met him.

“Well, I didn’t do anything suspicious or weird in the school,” says Aoi. “So let’s watch mine next. What is it going to do? Show me getting a late night snack?”

They exchange the videos. After the intro, the scene opens in Aoi’s bedroom. It has ornate strawberry wallpaper, blue carpet and ghastly metal plates bolted to one wall like Makoto’s room. The visuals bring back memories of spending night after night locked up in there, turning the saliva sour in his mouth, and his chest feels like those plates have clamped around him. Unlike his room, there are various pieces of exercise equipment lying around, including a red medicine ball, resistance bands and a steps machine. A drying rack holding a swimsuit and towel sits next to the desk, and the middle of the floor is clear save for a small table. Fitness charts freckle one bit of wall, but the video quality blurs the print.

“Oh, darling!” chirps the Aoi on the television, a wide smile plastered on her face. “You're home! Are you ready for dinner? Or should I get a bath going?”

She isn’t alone. With her is Makoto. He realises what he’s watching and cringes.

“Wait, Asahina-san...” The other Makoto shows his palms to her. “That's more like a stereotypical 1950s married couple than anything...”

“What on earth...?” Touko mumbles, sounding like she’s biting her thumb. Makoto doesn’t check, unable to look away from the screen. The Aoi on the television puffs up her chest and waves her fist.

“You lied to me! You said you left your wife!”

“That's even worse!”

The video finishes. No one says anything. Makoto continues staring at the screen, his face hot and tingling. If he looks away from it, he strongly suspects he’ll see the others peering at him and he’ll lose his cool, setting aflame and turning into a pile of ash on the ground.

“What did I just witness?” asks Byakuya, bewildered.

“Asahina-san asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend,” explains Makoto, hunching his shoulders defensively.

“Y-Yeah,” mumbles Aoi. He forces himself to look at her. She’s rubbing the back of her head, a smile quivering on her lips, but he notices that she doesn’t meet anyone’s eyes. “I thought I needed to practise having womanly charms, but Naegi helped me realise I just need to be myself and wait for the right person.”

“That’s right,” says Makoto, cracking a small grin. Aoi lets out a heavy breath and gives him an appreciative smile that stays solid.

“So the video wasn’t meant to make people jealous?” asks Yasuhiro.

“It was probably intended to be embarrassing, like Naegi’s video,” says Byakuya. “However, rest assured that these have done nothing to affect my opinion of you all.”

While Makoto squints, Yasuhiro exchanges the videos. His footage opens up on the swimming pool. A few moments later, Yasuhiro bursts into view, bare feet slapping against the tiles as he runs toward the unoccupied pool with his back to the camera. 

Aoi shrieks and covers her eyes. Touko turns away with a gritted grimace. There’s a big splash as he jumps into the pool, then the video ends. Though the screen is black, the image of Yasuhiro burns into Makoto’s eyes as if it’s still present on the television.

“... You weren’t even wearing socks,” says Kyouko.

Yasuhiro flails his hands. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! I’m totally suing!”

“Suing who, exactly?” asks Touko.

“Put another video in,” demands Byakuya with a shake of his head. “Anything to cleanse my brain of... that.”

Aoi ejects Yasuhiro’s tape and inserts Sakura’s tape. The scene opens up in the control room, Monobear lounging on a chair. By the way Aoi jerks her head back and gasps, wide-eyed, Makoto suspects she may have put in the tape without thinking. On the television, red string zigzags between Monobear’s paws as it regards Sakura, who sits opposite on a stool with her hands folded neatly on her lap.

“We're keeping good pace,” says Monobear. “Excellent pace, in fact. I suppose we have that girl in the first murder to thank for keeping us away from a stalemate, don't we? You know, the girl who died early but is going to appear in most of the merchandise anyway. Once she got things started, it became an unstoppable roller-coaster ride.”

Sakura does not answer. Monobear shakes its head.

“It’s a real shame. I didn’t have to go through the hassle of recruiting you after all. Maizono-san lit that spark most wonderfully. Oh, well. There's nothing we can do, so please just continue keeping things exciting within the group.”

The audio muffles as someone replies. Sakura. Makoto squints but as hard as he listens, he can’t understand what she’s saying. Byakuya rewinds the tape slightly, but a second listen doesn’t make her voice any clearer. Monobear lets out obnoxious laughter.

“There's no fool who reveals their ace ahead of time, is there? Not even to a friend!”

Aoi rubs her eyes and sniffles. No one needs to say why Sakura might not have wanted that played. But would she have killed another to keep it secret? Or would she have been killed after someone else watched it? Questions prickle Makoto’s lips, but he keeps them in even if they burn the inside of his mouth.

“Well, that leaves you two,” says Yasuhiro. All eyes fall on Touko and Byakuya, standing together. The two exchange looks. Worry bites a furrow into Touko’s brow, while Byakuya’s jaw clenches. A conversation seems to pass between their eyes that Makoto can’t decipher.

“Are you okay?” Makoto asks.

Touko tears her gaze away from Byakuya and glowers. “Of course not! Who knows... what footage might play?”

She peeks at Byakuya before fixing her gaze on her hands, which she wrings in front of herself.

“It can’t be worse than ours, ‘right?” says Yasuhiro in a light tone, the corners of his lips tweaking up.

Touko glances at Byakuya again, biting her lip. He won’t look at her, or anyone. With one hand, he pushes up his glasses, but even when they’re in place, he doesn’t take his fingers off, keeping them in front of his face. Though Touko’s fidgeting isn’t too out of the ordinary, Byakuya is definitely acting very strangely. Almost as if he’s embarrassed.

“Why are you two behaving like that?” asks Kyouko, frowning. Touko twitches.

“L-Like what?”

Kyouko’s eyes narrow. “Like you already know what’s on your video.”

The tension in Byakuya’s face fractures before retightening its hold on him. He turns his head to one side sharply. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No way! Have you seen it already?” blurts Yasuhiro, shooting a hand up to his mouth in shock.

Touko squirms and mumbles, “I don’t think I want to show what’s on it...”

“Why not? You don’t trust us? Is that it?” asks Aoi. She puts her hands onto her hips and tilts her head to one side. “We showed ours, even though some were embarrassing, or suspicious. You don’t have to worry. It won’t change our opinion on you. You’re our friends.”

Aoi doesn’t relent, laying her gaze on them heavy, but there’s a touch of softness in her eyes. Byakuya and Touko share looks again, both with creased brows.

“If it’s... what I expect it is...” Byakuya starts, adjusting his glasses. “Then...”

“Ah, I get it!” Yasuhiro whips his finger toward Byakuya. “It’s your sex tape, ‘right?”

Aoi and Makoto both jolt. Touko shrieks and jerks like a bullet slung out of Yasuhiro’s fingertip. She thrashes her arms while Byakuya flinches hard.

“H-How...?” Byakuya splutters.

Yasuhiro wags his finger at them. “You and Genocider came in one breakfast and she announced she was wearing red lingerie that morning. You acted totally weirdly at the time... the way you ran out of the room, we could tell you were embarrassed. So this is from that, ‘right?”

Having seemingly solved the mystery, Yasuhiro parks his hands onto his hips and grins. Byakuya’s lips tremble but no noise comes out. It’s rare that Makoto sees Byakuya quite so flustered. Colour blooms in Byakuya’s face, but not red hot anger. It’s rosy and spilling over his face like blood.

“S-She said that?” Touko whines, pulling down on her cheeks.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” says Byakuya, croaking slightly. He clears his throat and squares his shoulders, raising a fist in front of himself that quickly unfurls as he sweeps his hand through the air. “She... She could have been blithering nonsense as usual...”

“It would explain why you have the same tape,” says Kyouko. “And I can see why you would both not want others to see it. It’s an invasion of privacy, a special moment between you two, and Togami-kun certainly wouldn’t want anyone, especially his conglomerate, to see him in such an intimate situation. It goes against all rules. And isn’t it after that incident that Fukawa-san began calling you ‘Byakuya-sama’?”

“I...” Byakuya doesn’t manage another syllable.

“It also explains why Togami-chi freaked out when we learned we were being broadcasted all over Japan,” adds Yasuhiro, scratching his head. “Someone whose family controls the world from the shadows shouldn’t have been so disturbed by something like that. You were probably scared your parents would see the footage.”

At the time, Makoto thought little of Byakuya’s reaction to the revelation, but it makes a lot of sense. Byakuya is quiet again, teeth gritted. There are no tears in his eyes, but his face contorts as if he’s in the midst of crying. Touko groans, equally distressed. Even if it’s a tryst that she enjoyed, and Makoto has no reason to suspect otherwise, it must have been one that she wanted to keep close to her heart and away from anyone else. After all, her love for him seems to have only grown, so it couldn’t have been a negative experience for her.

Makoto blinks. Not for Touko, but what about for Byakuya...?

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Togami-kun,” says Kyouko. She cups her chin. “But tell me... did you keep your socks on during it?”

Byakuya is scarlet. “That’s...!”

Kyouko waves a hand, smiling slightly. “I am only teasing you. But even before the discovery of these tapes, we already suspected you two did that together. It was kind of obvious.”

“No, it wasn’t,” snaps Byakuya, clenching his fists. “I’ve never given any indications that I would want to...”

“After Oogami-san’s trial, Kirigiri-san suggested you needed to be more mindful of other people’s emotions and one of the first things you did was try to be more considerate toward Fukawa-san,” Makoto points out. “You complimented her on finding a knife. When you wanted her to switch to Genocider in the last trial, you appealed to her not with an order, but saying you depended on her. And despite the times you said you wanted her dead, you never put her in danger.”

“... unlike with Naegi,” Aoi chimes in. Makoto glances at her before fixing his gaze back on Byakuya.

“Since you first met, your relationship has become less toxic,” he carries on. Byakuya makes it easy by not interrupting. But he’s definitely listening. He’s standing too still not to be. “I think Fukawa-san finding a friend in my sister helped, because she learned that friendship is also valuable and important so her world doesn’t revolve solely around you and romance.”

“I was already considering that as I left the school,” grumbles Touko. “In the story I was going to write, I was... going to include you all anyway. My friendship with Komaru and all of you... is putting that into action in real life.”

“You also helped Fukawa-chan with Genocider,” adds Aoi, the corners of her lips curling into a smile. She shakes her index finger. “And you collected her from Towa City. You didn’t have to do that. You know, you can be mean sometimes, but it’s like Komaru-chan said to me once... you definitely don’t outright hate Fukawa-chan.”

Byakuya sticks up his nose. “I owed those two... but especially Fukawa.” He looks away. “Besides, I thought meeting her in the flesh would rid her of those delusions she has of me... I swear I can sense them from hundreds of miles away.”

He shudders as if the memories of them skittle across his skin, a chill down his back that pools in his gut. Next to him, Touko peers up at his face, twiddling her fingers. The two of them are a funny pair, but Makoto doesn’t think their edges would fit together with anyone else’s. His lips curve as he studies the pair.

Whatever is on that tape definitely wasn’t a negative experience for Byakuya either. Byakuya coughs into his hand.

“Anyway.” He juts up his chin, back to his usual authoritative self. “We’ve wasted enough time. We have a school to refurbish. Hagakure, Asahina and Fukawa, go investigate the state of the cameras. Make note of which are broken and bring them here if you can. We’ll see which we can repair and which need fixing.”

Byakuya’s eyes flit to Touko.

“... Fukawa.”

She twitches. “Huh?”

“Keep an eye on those two.”

Touko blinks, then nods. “Yes, Byakuya-sama.”

They didn’t watch their tape, but Makoto thinks that’s for the best. Even if it was censored. No one complains. Yasuhiro picks up his pumpkin and waddles away in all the gear he has on, with the two women following behind. After they leave the room, Byakuya turns his attention to the computer. He moves the keyboard slightly and cups the mouse in one hand. While Byakuya works, Kyouko drops the notebook back into the box it came from.

“Togami-kun?” Makoto says. 

The whole ordeal seems to have thawed Byakuya. His cheeks are flushed and there’s a soft gleam in his eyes, but it’s not for Makoto. He doesn’t look up. “Hm?” 

“Do you think you or Fukawa-san would have murdered someone if Monobear threatened to show that video?”

That gives Byakuya pause.

“There’s no point theorising,” he says. “Probably not. Someone else would have murdered, most likely. But...” A small smile buds on his lips as green light flickers on his lenses. “I’m glad we both survived.”

[girlystories]

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Rules 📜

1. 🚫Off-limits: Smut, incest, anything sexual, any kinks or anything of the sort, character x character. 

2. Platonic, friendly, family, romantic and all other types of relationships.

3. I do scenarios, one-shots, and headcanons. When requesting it'd be important if you note what exactly you're requesting. 

5. I do all genders; female, male, gn. Just note which one you'd like, or otherwise I'll do it for gn.

6. Last thing, GIVE ME IDEAS. I would really appreciate it if you'd request what exactly you'd want my work to contain, instead of just stating a character (exp. character x reader)

List of fandoms

IT(2017)

Bower's gang: henry bowers, vic criss, patrick hockstetter, belch huggings, (all).

NINJAGO

The ninja: kai, nya, cole, jay, zane, lloyd.

Villains: morro, lord garmadon

Other: pixal, skyler. (for now)

DANGANRONPA

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc: makoto naegi, kyoko kirigiri, byakuya togami, toko fukawa/genocide jill, aoi asahina, yasuhiro hagakure, sayaka maizono, leon kuwata, chihiro fujisaki, mondo owada, kiyotaka ishimaru, celestia ludenberg, sakura ogami, junko enoshima, mukuro ikusaba.

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Dispair: hajime hinata/izuru kamakura, chiaki nanami, nagito komaeda, fuyuhiko kuzuryu, akane owari, sonia nevermind, kazuichi soda, mahiru koizumi, peko pekoyama, ibuki mioda, hiyoko saionji, mikan tsumiki, nekomaru nidai, gundham tanaka.

Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony: shuichi saihara, kaede akamatsu, k1-b0(kiibo), maki harukawa, himiko yumeno, rantaro amami, ryoma hoshi, kirumi tojo, tenko chabashira, korekiyo shinguji, miu iruma, gonta gokuhara, kokichi ouma, kaito momota, tsumugi shirogane.

Other: komaru naegi, yuta asahina, natsumi kuzuryu, sato, kyosuke munakata, chisa yukizome, ryota mitarai, seiko kimura, sonosuke izayoi, koichi kizakura, ruruka ando, juzo sakakura.

NARUTO/SHIPPUDEN

Under 18: uzumaki naruto, haruno sakura, uchiha sasuke, nara shikamaru, ino yamanaka, choji akimichi, kiba inuzuka, shino aburame, hinata hyuga, neji hyuga, rock lee, tenten, gaara, kankuro, temari.

Over 18: kakashi hatake, (more).

Akatsuki: deidara, hidan, itachi uchiha, kazuku, konan, nagato, sasori, tobi/obito uchiha.

Other: shuigetsu hozuki, karin, jugo.

VOLTAIRE HIGH/MIXTE(1963)

joseph descamps, jean-pierre magnan, alain laubrac, henri pichon, +more (just request)

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[tobiasdrake]

Rating DR1 Characters on the Fight Me, Bruh Scale

On that note, here are all characters from DR1 rated based on how confident I am that I could beat them in a fight.

Yasuhiro Hagakure Hiro is a formidable clairvoyant who can foresee every punch I'm going to throw. However, he's wrong in two out of every three punches so his guard is probably worse than a non-clairvoyant's would be.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru In a fair fight, he seems like he'd be stronger than he looks. He's a strict disciplinarian who participates in Monokuma's morning workouts. But he also seems like he'd be vulnerable to cheap shots. Sand in the eyes. Nut shot. Wouldn't see it coming. He'd be whining about the unfairness while I'm on top of him, decking him.

Kyoko Kirigiri Given her line of work, she definitely carries a knife on her. But she also has a bit of delicacy to her. She always makes Makoto do anything involving physical exertion, so it's unlikely she's developed much in the way of muscle mass. She's more likely to try and avoid ever being in a situation where she has to fight than she is to actually win a fight.

Makoto Naegi Makoto is a peacemaker, not a fighter. Hell, a significant chunk of DR3's Future Arc was about how very much not a fighter Makoto is. The guy has a wealth of assets, but boxing isn't one of them. He is, however, fairly good at cardio, so he wouldn't be a total pushover either.

Leon Kuwata As an athlete, he's presumably well built. Though he relies on natural talent and doesn't put any effort in, so it's unlikely he works out. There's also a good chance he's going to do some incredibly stupid shit to impress some random girl watching us fight, and thus give me plenty of openings to work with.

Celestia Ludenberg She may look the part of a pleasant, refined little noblewoman but Celeste is a beast. She probably carries a knife somewhere on her person. Her finger-gauntlet thing is made for stabbing. She's obsessed with European royalty so she might have some fencing skills too. She definitely fights dirty.

Mondo Owada Mondo has certainly been in his share of fights. He'd be a beast of an opponent for a very straightforward slugfest - and unlike Taka, he'd be prepared for cheap shots, though he wouldn't deliver them himself. Too unmanly. Against a different opponent, his hangups about not fighting women might create openings. But I gender-present male so this would just be a straightforward, incredibly hard fistfight.

Aoi Asahina Swimmers are some of the most physically-built athletes in all of sports. Aoi's a sweetheart but she's got some strength to put behind those punches. And when she gets mad, she loses her shit. If I start shit with her, she will laser-focus on ruining my day with a mountain of hammer blows.

Hifumi Yamada All he has to do is sit on me. Sincerely. His body type is a significant advantage at close-range grappling. The guy weighs 342 lbs. Can you lift 342 lbs? Because I can't. Once he gets in close enough to grab me, I'm done.

Byakuya Togami Little rich boy probably starts crying if you-- NO THAT'S WRONG. He may look like a twig but Byakuya's one of the only people here with actual combat experience. This dude has fought gladiator-style and won. He's also utterly devoid of empathy. He will gut me without a second's hesitation and then promptly forget I even existed.

Sayaka Maizono You think Sayaka's easy pickings? You fool. You utter fool. You underestimate the lengths Sayaka will go to when backed into a corner. She fights dirty and she fights ferociously. She will do whatever it takes. Also, she reads minds. Unless there happens to be a convenient nearby mid-range weapon to keep her at bay and break her arm with, she'd be a terrifying opponent.

Mukuro Ikusaba She has a knife. She has a gun. She has a ballistic vest. This isn't a fight. This is war, and she's here to win it. Given her service history with Fenrir, I don't stand a chance.

Junko Enoshima She knows every move I'm going to make before I do. She knows exactly where my weaknesses are. And she has the combined Talents of everyone she's been able to analyze the Talents of. She's going to gouge my eyes out with those fake nails of hers, without even breaking a sweat.

Sakura Ogami Junko has the combined Talents of everyone but let's be real, Sakura's Talent is doing a lot of the heavy lifting in a fight. You know who else has Sakura's Talent? Sakura. But what Sakura has that Junko doesn't are muscles for days. You could slice meat on those abs. She could wrap her arms around my neck and flex me to death. Combine that with Ultimate Martial Arts and I'm dead in three seconds flat.

Toko Fukawa/Genocide Jack I'm lumping these in together because you might start out fighting Toko, but if the sight of blood and unconsciousness both trigger her switch then you're still fighting Jack eventually. Jack is a remorseless killer who is always armed with infinity stabbing implements. She attended Anime Warrior High School and can consequently make a Spirit Bomb out of scissors. I've got nothing for that.

Chihiro Fujisaki I punch Chihiro one time. He falls straight on his ass and cries. It's terrible. I'm a monster. Now I have to kick my own ass in retribution and that's not a situation anyone ever wants to be in.

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Danganronpa Masturbation OneShots 🥵🍆✊🏽💦

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

by Mondos_Sl_t07

Ever Wonder how your favorite Ultimates Jack It? Well I’m Here to Give it To You! Each Chapter will be a character’s scenario to when they jack off/ rub one out, and everyone is 16+ So ENJOY 😉 🔥 🍑

Words: 475, Chapters: 1/48, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa Series, Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, Super Dangan Ronpa 2, New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Iruma Miu, Nanami Chiaki, Yamada Hifumi, Komaeda Nagito, Hanamura Teruteru, Yonaga Angie, Chabashira Tenko, Gokuhara Gonta, K1-B0 (Dangan Ronpa)

Relationships: Kirigiri Kyoko/Naegi Makoto, Fukawa Touko/Togami Byakuya, Asahina Aoi/Ogami Sakura, Hagakure Yasuhiro/Yonaga Angie, Kuwata Leon/Maizono Sayaka, Fujisaki Chihiro/Nanami Chiaki, Oowada Mondo/Reader, Ishimaru Kiyotaka/Oowada Mondo, Enoshima Junko/Kamukura Izuru, Hinata Hajime/Reader, Sonia Nevermind/Soda Kazuichi, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko/Pekoyama Peko, Nidai Nekomaru/Owari Akane, Koizumi Mahiru/Saionji Hiyoko, Mioda Ibuki/Tsumiki Mikan, Sonia Nevermind/Tanaka Gundham, Akamatsu Kaede/Saihara Shuichi, Oma Kokichi/Saihara Shuichi, Harukawa Maki/Momota Kaito, Oma Kokichi/Yumeno Himiko, Amami Rantaro/Reader, Hoshi Ryoma/Reader, Shinguji Korekiyo/Tojo Kirumi, Chabashira Tenko/Yumeno Himiko, Enoshima Junko/Shirogane Tsumugi, Celestia Ludenberg/Togami Byakuya

Additional Tags: Masturbation, Smut, One Shot

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

[lonelyshuichilover]

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Rules!!

For my own sanity, the limit of characters per post is 4. Sometimes I will write for the "entire" cast, but only half of the cast per post. (eg THH boys with a reader who 'don't know what'.)

If the reader's gender is not specified, the reader will be gender neutral.

I would like you to be specific with your requests and what you want, I would not like to write something that has nothing to do with what you requested simply because I misunderstood.

Also, specific features in the reader are allowed (ex. Nagito with a reader that is the 'I don't know what' Ultimate.)

Don't spam, please.

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More info under the cut!!

I will write!!

Fluff, Angst, Angst to Fluff, Fluff to Angst (does that even exist?)

Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/No Comfort.

Major Character Death (Not Graphic).

Soulmates (Platonic/Romantic).

Platonic Relationships.

Romantic Relationships.

Character x Reader.

Suggestive themes.

Scenarios (my personal favorite).

Series (scenarios that get more than two parts.)

Into consideration (50/50)

One-shots (I'm not good with long stories).

Character x Character.

I will not write.

Non-con/Dub-con (ew).

Character x OC.

NSFW.

Yandere.

Gore.

Ped0philia. (EW)

Abuse.

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Extra stuff before requesting.

A thousand apologies if the character ends up being very OOC, I'm a bit bad with characterizations, but I'll try to do the best I can.

It might take me a while to finish your request, my posting schedule is quite unstable.

As you can see, I adore Shuichi with my heart, so you will see a lot of him in this blog (Request about him plz, it'll make me very happy).

English is not my first language, so please, have patience with me.

I have the right to deny requests.

Sometimes my motivation is low, and when it happens, I won't write anything, so if you see me inactive, please don't pressure me.

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Characters I will write for

(* = Harder to write but not impossible, I'll try my best :))

Makoto Naegi (♡) Sayaka Maizono Leon Kuwata* Chihiro Fujisaki Mondo Owada* Kiyotaka Ishimaru Celestia Ludenberg* Sakura Ogami Aoi Asahina Byakuya Togami* Yasuhiro Hagakure Toko Fukawa* Kyoko Kirigiri Hajime Hinata Byakuya Twogami* Mahiru Koizumi Peko Pekoyama (♡) Ibuki Mioda Mikan Tsumiki Gundham Tanaka* Nagito Komaeda* Chiaki Nanami Sonia Nevermind Kazuichi Souda Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu* Akane Owari Izuru Kamukura* Shuichi Saihara (♡♡♡) Rantaro Amami* Kaede Akamatsu Ryoma Hoshi* Kirumi Tojo Angie Yonaga Tenko Chabashira Korekiyo Shinguji* Gonta Gokuhara Kokichi Oma* Kaito Momota* K1-B0 Maki Harukawa* Komaru Naegi Yuta Asahina WOH* (except Monaca) (Platonic Only)

Characters I will NOT write for

Hifumi Yamada Mukuro Ikusaba Junko Enoshima Teruteru Hanamura Hiyoko Saionji Miu Iruma Himiko Yumeno Monaca Towa Haiji Towa (I hope he rots in hell).

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And that's everything! If you have any questions, feel free to ask them! <3 Have a great day!

- Mod Shuichi.

[inexistent-existence]

image ID and headcanon-based context under the cut:

[Image ID: A purple-toned, three-panel Danganronpa edit, featuring lyrics from “Digital Silence” by Peter McPoland. One panel is bigger than the two below it.

First panel: A shot of Angie Yonaga’s head from the side with a bar saying “DIGITAL GOD” where her eyes should be. To the left is Tsumugi Shirogane with blue ink on her face. To the right is Junko Enoshima, upside down, also with blue ink on her face. Right below Angie are pixel sprites of herself, Byakuya Togami, and Yasuhiro Hagakure; Both of them are slightly bigger than her.

Second panel: Bad Ending Byakuya Togami’s head, with a bar saying “DIGITAL” where his eyes should be.

Third panel: Bad Ending Yasuhiro Hagakure’s head, with a bar saying “PAIN” where his eyes should be.

End ID]

*cracks knuckles* lore o’clock, sluts

so me and my dear beloved moot bestie @thenuggetstealer have this joint au that involves like a whole bunch of fucking things (that I would love to get into right now but not all in one post 😔😔😔) including Angie’s parents being Yasuhiro and Byakuya

So basically, Angie was born to Togakure (her real name being Kemuriko Togami) sometime after they escaped Hope’s Peak. At some point in her childhood—about 4 to 6 years old?—she was abducted in the dead of night, taken overseas, and abandoned on the island she canonically lives on. She had lost most of her memories, and was later adopted by the Yonaga family and given the name Angelica Angie

Who took her away, you ask? Junko and Tsumugi; Junko manipulated Tsumugi into helping her get the abduction done, and the latter—despite feeling conflicted and partially remorseful about what she did for years after—was never discovered to be the co-culprit until after Killing Harmony ended.

In this au, Tsumugi is the younger half-sister of the Despair Twins, and goes on to be an aid teacher (along with Gonta) during the events of NDRV3 as opposed to being one of the students.

That’s the gist of it thank you for shopping with us don’t forget to like and subscribe

[aizawasbrazybaby]

Yasuhiro x Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Dom Male, Sub Female, Oral (M. Receiving), Mentions of Murder, Slight Degredation & Praise Kink, Face Fucking, Age Gap (Reader is 20 Hiro is 26), Dirty Talk, Pet Names (ex. Princess). Breeding Kink, Sprinkle of Rough Sex

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A/N: Hey my loves! I know it’s hard *sigh* but someone had to be the hot sister (not going where you think it is) also I got carried away and made this longer than necessary n e ways enjoy this smutty messʕ-᷅ᴥ-᷄ʔ

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It Started With A Crush

“Why are you knockin?” you stepped aside allowing Yasuhiro to enter your family home, “walk in like you usually do…weirdo.”

He kicked off beat up Converses, “sorry I’ll just- break the door down next time.”

Music from the television in your bedroom permeated downstairs. As it was the only sound in the house. Yasuhiro stared at the burning incense on the wall noting the absence of the one he came for.

“Where’s your brother?”

Your shoulders dropped along with your hands from your hips, “he didn’t tell you? He just left campus, it’ll be at LEAST an hour before he’s back.”

The two of you flopped on the sofa resting your heads on the fluffy backrest. He twisted the moldavite attached to his necklace between his slim fingers.

“And your folks? They around?”

“Been out of state since yesterday. La casa es mia!” you glanced at him, “I think…I failed spanish senior year.”

“Oh. Cool I guess..”

An awkward silence arose before he popped up. Heart thumping so loudly in his chest he thought you might hear. Heading for the door he mumbled something about how he should go. How he shouldn’t be left alone with you.

You grabbed his wrist causing him to stop mid stride. God your palms were one of the softest he’d ever felt. His head twisted, eyes lingering on your low cut shirt that showed off way too much cleavage.

“Wait! I’m sure he’s not that far. We can watch a movie or something!” you guided him back to the couch, “stay. I’ve been bored out of my mind all day in this house. With no one to talk to.” You exaggerated.

“Can’t you call one of your friends to keep you company?”

Kissing your teeth you dropped the remote on his stomach, “kinda…not really, we got in a fight because I’m going to a different Uni than her.” You laid down with one foot in his lap the other propped up, as if in a therapist office.

“That’s stupid,” a grin grew on his lips as he flipped through Hulu’s catalog. Briefly looking at you before his eyes widened at the flat screen. Red apparent on his cheeks.

Yasuhiro wasn’t tryna be creepy on purpose. Only stealing another peek to verify what he thought he may have saw. A direct shot under the pencil skirt that just so happened to be rolled up an inch too high.

It didn’t stop there. Why would it? Your white thongs left a wet mark at at bottom. Maybe he was just seeing things. He looked over a bit longer this time.

Nope. Still wet, he thought.

“Right! And she had the nerve to call me selfish. Can you believe the audacity of this-,” your eyes shot down and away, “Hiro?”

His body tensed from the way you said his name.

You felt it.

“Hm?”

“Where’s the remote?”

It stilled in his scrawny grasp before falling on his thigh. You retracted your foot from his lap repositioning the correct way on the couch. Closer to him.

His dark sweats tented from the corner of your eye catching your attention. Not daring to so much as tilt your head in his direction your fingers glided across his crotch.

Pretending to be engaged in the animations bouncing around the tv. A quiet gasp left his lips before they gaped open. His middle and ring fingers danced up your inner thigh finding your clit in a matter of seconds.

“Don’t think we need to be doing this. Your my best friends little sister,” he watched as his throbbing erection shot out his boxers, “he’ll murder the both of us if he finds what we’re doing.”

You loosely squeezed the base of his dick, “Want me to stop?”

Hagakure would be the biggest liar on the planet if he said yeah. Any feelings of guilt for betraying his closest friend was flushed away. The more this beautiful scene that he’d daydreamed about for so long unfolded.

“Keep going.”

Spit dropped from your lips, glazed in a shine, on his pink cockhead. Tongue lapping up his hot prenut. His dick slowly disappeared down your throat coming back out with a gentle glisten.

He couldn’t stop his large hands from resting on the back of your head getting the feels of it bobbing around him.

Yasuhiro gripped your hair allowing you to catch a quick breath. Pulling his erection towards his bellybutton his other hand forced your head back down so you were focused only on his round balls.

You grunted and failed pathetically to fit both in your mouth. They were just too big. Saliva leaked down down your chin and fell on his lower abdomen. Shoving his thick cock back to the side of your cheek his hips bucked up. Keeping you still in place.

“Think I’m gonna mmm cum,” he pulled out splashing semen on one side of your face, “s not enough I’m still hard. Need all of you princess.”

Your fingers wiped the white liquid across your tongue, “my room.”

You locked the door behind him. Barbaric fingers tore your clothes off leaving you naked and pinned to your mattress.

“Go head use m-ahh!”

One of your legs flung over his shoulder and his cock already fucking deep inside your tight pussy. Nothing less than lust filled his half lidded eyes.

“Dirty little bitch just wanted my cock. I’m right huh?”

“Fuck, Hiro don’t stop please don’t stop!”

“Sorry,” he slowed down dramatically, “ain’t hear ya.”

“Yes, yes just want you Yasuhiro.”

He suckled your neck and chest marking you up in the process, “shit, this pussy is mine now. If anyone touches it hngg I will fucking kill you hear me? All mine!”

His fists balled into the Hello Kitty comforter the closer both of you got. Lewd sounds emanated from your wet cunt. For the first time his lips met yours.

“Love you. Fuckin love you so much princess.” His hips bounced into you, “love this sweet pussy so much. It’s all mine belongs to me. Say it bitch! Who’s fuckin cunt this is.”

“Yours, my body is yours! Hiro.”

His tongue licked strips from your neck to your nipples, “ ‘s my good girl. Gonna fill this pretty pussy with my children. Make you a mommy.”

Yasuhiros hips thrusted harshly. A mess formed under you two, who panted like dehydrated dogs, as he pulled out. His cum pooled between your thighs.

“H-hey. You alright?” He laid beside you, caressing your twitching body

“I’m good.”

“Good. Cause I meant what I said.” Yasuhiro placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

“That you’ll kill me?” your voice was monotoned.

He blushed, heavily embarrassed at his empty threats, “no no! Sorry if I came off too harsh I meant I lo-”

“Y/n I’m home! Oh-Hagakure, musta came early. Kure!” you could practically hear the excitement in his words.

Like a pair of idiots the two of you shuffled to get your clothes back on. Just as your brother came up the last step Yasuhiro opened your door.

He backed up slowly letting your brother in, “what are you doing in her room?”

“I asked him to fix my gaming system. I didn’t wanna break my nails putting my hand in that cramped space.” You lied.

He walked over to your console then to you. Aggressively he moved part of your shirt revealing the love bites that jumped out.

“Hagakure,” malice tainted his smile, “what did you do to my sister? Please. Please tell me my head is in the gutter. You didn’t break bro code. You didn’t have sex with my little sis right?…right?”

His eyes seeping with rage moved from your neck to his friend.

“Man it’s-we,” his voice lowered as he hung his head in shame. Whispering his name in the sorriest state imaginable.

“Oh. I get it,” your brother clapped and dug through his bag retrieving a taser and pocket knife, “you wanna die.”

[danganronpa-21]

Just Leave a Comment Fest 2022

I wasn’t sure at first how I wanted to express all of my comments, because while this is very much a good faith-based reporting system, I’ve seen a lot of people posting their totals with link recommendations to all of the stuff they commented on! And I think that’s awesome, so I’ve decided to divide it up by my two main fandoms.

So this is the Danganronpa one, and the other will be the Fire Emblem one. Overall, though, I got a grand total of 25. I know a lot of people have been doing numbers like this or higher in a day, but I’ve been a bit more sociable this week, so I’ve made my goal for next year to increase that number a lot more! Even if I didn’t average as many as others, though, I’ve gotten about 14 replies so far from excited authors, and that warms my heart.

So without further ado, here is my list of Danganronpa recommendations based on “Just Leave a Comment Fest 2022” (and please be warned of spoilers!):

• “Reconciliation” by peachykeane - A Mahiru & Fuyuhiko is a Gen one-shot, focused on Mahiru and Fuyuhiko’s attempt to reconcile with one another following the end of Super Danganronpa 2. In particular, the discussion follows Natsumi, and Mahiru coming to understand what she meant to him. The fic does an excellent job of establishing tone and theme, and ultimately presents a very in-character interpretation of events.

• “The Unfortunate Origin of Jun’ichi Maizono” by Capnii ( @capnii / @kazukibou ) - A fankid one-shot about one of the children from the Kazukibou series, Jun’ichi Maizono, as he tries to fight for success as an idol in the post-Tragedy world, trying to carve out a place for himself with an identity not based on his close relation to Sayaka… especially when the relation actually isn’t that close at all. Please note that this story does contain grooming, but its depiction is not glamorized nor romanticized. Overall this is a great introduction to Jun’ichi as a character and provides a nice springboard to anyone looking to get into the Kazukibou series. Full of charisma and smiles, I think Jun’ichi is a character who’s story is sure to charm you.

• “It’s a Togami Thing” by ScribbleTeaaa - A one-shot centred around Byakuya Togami and an exploration of him dealing with his aroace identity. The story does a great job of juxtaposing Byakuya’s personality and backstory with the intended exploration, making the portrayal feel quite natural and strong. I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading an aroace fic focused just on the aroace character, so enjoying this made my heart quite happy.

• “The Fool” by zenonaa - A Mastermind Yasuhiro one-shot, originally written for the “I Am the Mastermind” zine. This short piece follows a chess game between Jin Kirigiri and Yasuhiro Hagakure. The composition of “The Fool” is deeply effective, with every sentence packing a bigger punch than the last as you creep further and further through this unnerving story, trying to figure out where exactly this is going to go next. I actually went into this one not knowing it was a mastermind story, but damn, was it good. I particularly loved the author’s careful word choice and metaphor; it was truly inspired.

• “The Trouble with Mice” by On_The_Fr1tz - A multi-chapter non-despair AU story about Hiyoko Saionji who, after a failed birthday party for herself and a commotion at a baby Chiaki Nanami’s, decides that she wants to try and become a better person. This a somewhat short multi-chapter, but based on what I’ve read so far, more words might not be needed. The author has a great grasp on the characters and the relationships between them, and balances Hiyoko’s canon personality well — you both sympathize with her and understand why all of the others dislike her, and want to see if she really can succeed in her quest to make her life better. This one was an instant bookmark for me, and I’m sure it will be for a lot of you, too.

• “Naegiri 2022 Collection” by Weirddancer14 - Title is self-explanatory, it is a series of Makoto/Kyoko one-shots based on the prompts for this year’s Naegiri Week. I haven’t had the chance to read all of the ones in it, but I did get to read at least two, and boy were they fun! The dynamics between several of the characters are well-executed, and the best points of Makoto and Kyoko’s relationship are captured with ease. It is chock full of sugary sweetness for the couple, whether it’s dancing together or sending cute texts, so you’re guaranteed a good time no matter which story you pick.

• “Survivor’s Guilt” by redoxchai - A Kyoko/Makoto one-shot, this time… with angst! Don’t worry, neither of them die — it’s a realistic depiction of their feelings post-Killing Game and during the Hope Restoration Program, leaning more towards Makoto’s perspective, but still adding in a healthy amount of Kyoko’s. I really loved how this fic confronted Makoto’s non-hope-related emotions, and let him go through his feelings in an open, interesting way that let the reader really feel like they were in on things, and then further share the relief when those feelings were out.

• “A Pleasant Unplaceable Scent” by ScribbleTeaaa - A Makoto-centric one-shot about his grief after the death of Sayaka Maizono in the first trial. I actually didn’t realize that this was the second piece I got from the same author until I started making the list, but I guess you can say that this is a vouch for them writing some good stuff! This fic was powerful, making you really feel for Makoto and the life that was lost in Sayaka. He didn’t just lose someone as the contestant in the Killing Game — he lost someone that he cared about, someone who was his friend. This is captured with a degree of skill, and made for an overall appealing story.

• “Two in One” by Potato_of_Regrets - A Toko & Syo one-shot that gives a more personal relationship between the core identity and the alter, making it less about the murder and more about the little ways that each girl’s life imprints itself upon the other. Given that the depiction of DID in the actual games is so rocky, this story was amazing at showcasing the relationship as something much more concrete and natural. It scratched an itch I didn’t even know I had, and I think it’s definitely one that I will keep coming back to.

• “The Ultimate Detective and the Ultimate Hope Gaiden: Christmas with Shuichi!” by wiifan2009 ( @wiifan2009 ) - A Shuichi/Fanchild OC one-shot written for Christmas, centred on the Gaiden series. This fluffy fic starts out following Makoto, Kyoko, and their four children as they celebrate Christmas together, but then turns romantic when Shuichi Saihara, dear friend to their eldest daughter Kiki, comes over to drop off his present. It then turns into a bit of a “will they, won’t they” Christmas romance. This story is heavy on the shiptease, but evokes a great many cozy feelings in your heart that even if you’re reading it past Christmas, you won’t really mind the lack of thematic relevance. I don’t know if I would say that it’s the perfect place for start if you’re just getting to know Kiki and her family, but what I can say is that if this story has inspired you to start, you’re in for a loooot of fun content (some of it beta read by me!), so there will never be a dull moment no matter what works you choose to read!

• “Sondam: Eldritch Dinners” by Weirddancer14 - Another occasion where I caught the same author twice, completely by accident! AO3 is funny like that. This one is a Sonia/Gundham one-shot about the two of them making dinner together. It’s chock full of fun little character moments, integrating headcanons naturally, and using each of its sentences to evoke the right emotions. When Gundham is explaining how to cook the recipe to Sonia, each sentence is written close to his tone, showing off the drama and importance of getting the recipe right to him. And the story is all like that, all beautifully written couple’s fluff that will satisfy the needs of any Sondam fan.

• “Tu Fui, Ego Eris (But I’ll Make You Wait)” by Moiloru ( @moiloru ) - Another Makoto/Kyoko one-shot (yes, I have a Naegiri addiction, but that’s neither here nor there), this one is about Hope’s Peak first year back at school, while Makoto is making the opening speech and reflecting on everything they have lost to now come so far. While Kyoko attempts to comfort him afterwards, the fic showcases a series of small nuances and complicated emotions affiliated not just with their situation but their relationship as well, making for a particularly intriguing story. Of course, we do get our sweet ending, but the emotional power all the way there is sure to draw you in until that nice finale.

And with that, we have gone over aaaaaall of my Danganronpa readings for Just Leave a Comment Fest 2022! Hopefully you found something cool new to read, and are thinking you might want to join in come next year.

[cerisetial]

masterlist for danganronpa trigger happy havoc, goodbye despair and killing harmony

trigger happy havoc:

byakuya togami

- quite opposites

chihiro fujisaki

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hifumi yamada

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kiyotaka ishimaru

- sweets as sweet as you

leon kuwata

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makoto naegi

- flower crowns

mondo owada

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yasuhiro hagakure

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aoi asahina

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celestia ludenberg

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junko enoshima

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kyoko kirigiri

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mukuro ikusaba

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sakura ogami

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sayaka maizono

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toko fukawa and genocider syo

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danganronpa 2: goodbye despair

fuyuhiko kuzuryu

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gundham tanaka

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hajime hinata

- flower crowns (headcanons)

- how i feel about you (love letter)

- a pleasant surprise (one shot, fluff)

izuru kamakura

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kazuichi souda

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nagito komaeda

- a pleasant surprise (one shot, fluff)

nekomaru nidai

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teruteru hanamura

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ultimate imposter

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akane owari

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chiaki nanami

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hiyoko saionji

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ibuki mioda

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mahiru koizumi

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mikan tsumiki

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peko pekoyama

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sonia nevermind

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danganronpa v3: killing harmony

gonta gokuhara

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k1-b0 (keebo/kiibo)

- sweets as sweet as you

kaito momota

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kokichi ouma

- my favorite fashionista

korekiyo shinguji

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rantaro amami

- sweets as sweet as you

ryoma hoshi

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shuichi saihara

- flower crowns

- a profession of love?! (love letter)

- my favorite fashionista!

angie yonaga

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himiko yumeno

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kaede akamatsu

- flower crowns

kirumi tojo

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maki harukawa

- my favorite fashionista

miu iruma

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tenko chabashira

- my favorite fashionista

tsumugi shirogane

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[rainkoro04]

So based on danganronpa, can you write a oneshot featuring Yasuhiro Hagakure with public nudity please? In the story, hes relaxing at a bathhouse but learns that a group of yakuza have come to capture him. So he tries to escape but ends up losing his towel and his left naked in public. So he has to get home without anyone catching him in his birthday suit. What do you think?

This will be new for me, but I'll give it a shot 👍

For the purpose of having more to work with, let's just imagine this is a world where a certain homicidal bear doesn't exist

Warning: May be uncomfortable for those not okay with nudity

Yasuhiro POV

Ah, this is the life. Chilling alone at the bathhouse. No worries. No problems. Just me and the calming steam. I've had a hard week, so I feel I really deserve to relax.

As I readjust my towel, I hear the doors open suddenly with a loud bang. Some figures start to approach me but I can't quite make out who they are due to the clouds of steam. Once they get close enough I realize...it's the yakuza. In a panic, I quickly get up and run. Slipping a little bit due to...well, being in a bathhouse. The yakuza notice this and start to rush towards me. I narrowly dodge past them and before I can turn to the lockers to grab my clothes, I notice more of them waiting for me there. Guess that's not happening.

"HAGAKURE! GET BACK HERE!". The group from before starts closing in as I run out door and into the streets. I don't care where I run or how I lose these yakuza, but I have one destination in mind. Get home asap. I start running the route I usually take home as those thugs stay hot on my tail. I'd be going faster, but I can't exactly run any faster with a towel around my waist - plus it being the only thing between the world and my junk. As I dodge and weave between passersby and obstacles like signs and stuff, I make a quick turn into a busy alleyway and lose sight of them for a little.

...At least that's what I thought. One tries to grab me, but I manage to escape his grasp. I quickly leave the alleyway and continue making a mad dash to safety. On the way there, I bump into one of my classmates. I look up and see her looking down at me in confusion. "Hagakure? What're you-?". I quickly hide behind her and point towards my pursuers "Sakura! Please, ya gotta help me! I'm being chased down by those yakuza!". The strong woman quickly nods and enters a fighting stance before ushering me to leave. "Go. I can handle them".

As I keep running, I keep getting stares from people walking by. I know how weird it is to see a guy running around with just a towel, but i don't have any other choice. Once I finally reach my home, I slam the door and let out a breath of relief. Before I can go anywhere, my mom raises an eyebrow and looks me up and down in confusion "Ya good there, kid?". I give her the whole story leading up to how I got home. Just as I finish retelling everything, the door opens to reveal Ogami with my stuff from the bathhouse "I picked these up after handling those thugs". I thank her but am quickly interrupted by her. "Although I do have one question..." she points down "Why are you running around town completely nude?".

"HUH?!" I quickly reach down in hopes of feeling the fabric of my towel but instead feel flesh and quickly cover it with both hands. My mom tilts her head "I was wonderin' about that too". I blush heavily a think about how I could've lost it and when. Then it hits me. Back when one of them tried to grab me, they must be yanked my towel instead. I blush heavily and feel my vision start to go blurry "S-so...I ran across town...and everyone could see my...". Sakura places her hand on my shoulder as I feel myself about to pass out "It's nothing to worry about. You're a perfectly average sized man". I let out a guttural scream and feel my vision go dark.

"...Was it something, I said?"

"Don't worry about it hon. He'll be fine"

[imagineanime2022]

Different

Yasuhiro Hagakure X GN!Reader

Word Count: 730

Requested: @princeasimdiya12​

Request: So for my request, can you write a oneshot for Yasuhiro interacting with a rich client who asks him to take them (the reader is nonbinary) on a trip through town.

"Well if it isn't the ultimate Clairvoyant." You smirked as he was ushered into the room you were sitting in.

"Do I know you?" He asked and you shook your head as you gestured for him to sit down. "I've heard of you through a friend of mine." You explained as you leaned forward. "So far you don't seem to be the disappointment that he made you out to be."   "Wha?" He asked as he looked around the room. "I want to know  how you get the title of ultimate clairvoyant, so I want you to tell me about my future." You informed him and he frowned. "I can pay you whatever you want, name your price." You knew that 1 of 2 things was going to happen given that you knew he wasn't very wealthy he was going to overprice you or be very humble about his work, you had prepared for both situations given that you yourself had a rather large sum of money at your disposal. Hiro however surprised you again when he shrugged. "I'm not really good with money, I'll just charge you for a session I guess." He mumbled more to himself than anyone else and then put the crystal ball on the table as he looked at you "Are you ready?" He asked. "Yes." You answered as he put out his hand palm turned upwards waiting for you to place your hands in his palm to start the reading.

Byakuya was the one who had told you about him, you frequented the same circles and he had on more than one occasion complained about the cluelessness of the ultimate Clairvoyant, he had often said that he wasn't sure how someone like him had survived so long. You honestly didn't believe that he could be that bad considering the fact that he was even part of the school but given everything that you had seen so far you could tell that he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. You had only tried this because you were bored, when you had everything that you wanted, it was a common occurrence that you would get bored and look for something to occupy you, Byakuya had appeared to complain at the right time and now you were sitting in for a session.

After he had finished the session you smiled as you mulled over everything that he said before looking at him "I've never been here before." You smiled. "You didn't grow up here?" He asked. "No, I came down here to get this reading I'm from the city across, we do a lot of business with places here but I've never been here until now." You explained as you walked over to the window to look over at the city that could be viewed from the window of your very luxurious hotel room. "Well if you only came here for the reading then you have time right?" He asked. "Mmm." You hummed. "So go see the city." He suggested. "You know you never told me your name." You informed him and his widened. "Oh, I... I'm Hiro." He answered. "Hiro?" You asked. "My names Yasuhiro Hagakure but people call me Hiro." He explained and you nodded a small smile on your face, you didn't understand why Byakuya complained about him, he was rendering, kinda cute you wanted to spend more time with him. "I'm (Y/N)." You answered as you moved over to your bag to get the money that you owed him. "Say do you have anything planned?" "Me?" Hiro asked. "Do you see anyone else?" You asked. "Well no." He answered as he actually looked around the room to make sure that there was no one else. "Do you?" You asked again. "What?" He asked. "Have any plans." You laughed as you walked over to him and handed him the money which he pocketed without counting it. "Oh no." He answered as he stood up. "So you can take me through the city then?" You asked. "Like a tour?" He asked scratching the back of his head. "You grew up here right? So you know all the best places." You informed him and he nodded. "So you can show them to me?" "Sure!" He smiled "Let go!" "Yeah sure." You gave a soft laugh under your breath before heading off to start your tour.

Request Here

[zenonaa]

Fandom: Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, Dangan Ronpa 3: The End of 希望ヶ峰学園 | The End of Kibougamine Gakuen | End of Hope's Peak High School Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Fukawa Touko/Togami Byakuya Characters: Fukawa Touko, Togami Byakuya, hagakure and naegi are there for a little bit, Additional Tags: togafukaweek2022, there's mention of sex at the end but they don't have it Summary: Fukawa manipulates Togami with her body language, totally.

Comments: This is actually Day 3 for TogaFuka Week (Body language), I’m just a bit behind.

💖 Please like, reblog, leave kudos and/or comment on AO3 💖

***

The classroom door opens to reveal Touko Fukawa’s hunched frame. She pants, doubled over, one hand pressing her thigh while the other holds the door open. With a minute to spare before their teacher is due to arrive, she staggers over to her desk and collapses behind it. As she passes Byakuya’s desk, he scowls. Her glasses are askew and her braids are starting to unravel.

He tries to focus on his book, but her breath rasps in his ear, revving like Mondo’s motorcycle. His teeth grit harder and harder until he whips his head around. Her head is tipped back, her glasses still uneven on her nose and her mouth wide, lips contorting as she scrabbles for air. 

Honestly, how is he supposed to concentrate when she looks so untidy? Even if he kept his gaze forward, her reflection would hover on the fringe of his vision, dirtying the window next to them. And anyway, even if he didn’t look at the window, he would be aware of her untidiness being so close to him and he would have to stew with that knowledge for the rest of the school day. 

So he reaches over and straightens her glasses. Tucks some loose hair behind her ear. 

It’s not much, but it’ll have to suffice. Touko’s eyes widen and she almost chokes on her breath.

“Shush,” he says. “You’re distracting me.”

She takes a final swig of air before silencing. He nods and faces the front again.

***

“All right, that’s a wrap for today!” announces their gym teacher, clapping her hands twice before marching away, cutting through the field and heading toward the main school building.

Most of the class follows. Byakuya lingers behind, watching his classmates trail after their teacher, chatting amongst themselves as they shamble away. He doesn’t leave with them because he doesn’t want to get caught up in a conversation with any of them.

Summer sun beats down on his body. Two hours of track have pebbled sweat on his forehead. Fortunately, he’ll have enough time to shower before his next class. He wipes his brow, and when he decides he has delayed his departure for long enough, he starts walking. 

Then Touko’s voice pops in his ear.

“I can’t move... P-Please, if you’re going to throw me in the garbage, let it be Togami-kun’s garbage..”

Byakuya turns. She’s sprawled on the floor, lying on her stomach. He looks around. They’re the only ones there. The lack of shame she has astounds him and he has a good mind to leave her there.

But he doesn’t. Touko lying on the ground isn’t the mental image he wants to leave with. Holding in a sigh, he picks her up, drapes her over his back and walks back to the school. Thankfully, no one sees them, and she seems groggy enough that she won’t remember who dropped her off outside the girls’ changing room.

He still has enough time to have a shower, but no matter how much water runs down him, he can still feel the ghostly pressure of her against his back.

***

When Byakuya is in a decent mood, which hasn’t been often ever since Monobear locked them up in the school, he allows Touko to sit at a neighbouring table in the library. Today is one such day. His lips are still poised in the smirk that formed when he beat Celes in a chess game that morning.

He flips to the next page of his book and happens to glance up. Touko is gazing over at him, wringing her hands. Again and again. And again and again. Though he tries to concentrate on his book, the constant movement distracts him. Her fingers mesh, and slide, and pull, and squeeze.

While he could tell her to stop, she might start doing something more distracting, like talk. Therefore, Byakuya stands up, marches over, sits down next to her and grasps her hand. 

“Huh?” she goes.

“Not another word,” he says. “You know what you’re doing.”

She stares, as if confused, but she has enough sense to do as he instructed. With his other hand, he holds his book and continues reading.

***

This has to be intentional. Touko must know what she’s doing. The two sit on a bench in the sauna’s changing room, side-by-side. Alter Ego talks on the laptop on his lap, but Byakuya only catches parts of what they’re saying because Touko is purposely distracting him. Saliva crackles behind her mouth, and even when she swallows, she builds up more spit in seconds. Not only that, but her teeth keep scraping over her lips. Her tongue darts in and out, licking over her lips’ groves. It grates and grates on his nerves until he can’t stand it anymore.

Byakuya grabs her cheek, turns her head toward him and plants his lips against hers. She tenses at first but as his hand relaxes, so does she. His chest swells as she leans into him, as her fingers dance across his hair. When he recedes, her lips remain puckered, her eyes shut. The sight shatters the warm bubble in him. Fills his blood with glass. 

“Satisfied?” he sneers.

Touko opens her eyes and blinks, touching her lips. While she tries to process what happened, Byakuya wrests his gaze away before she can seduce him further, but the hairs on the back of his neck continue to stand on end.

***

“She’s doing this on purpose,” says Byakuya, pacing back and forth. It’s a wonder he hasn’t worn down Makoto’s living room floor, burrowed through the Earth and emerged in Brazil.

Makoto and Yasuhiro watch him from the couch. Both look tired.

“Fukawa-chi doesn’t seem to be acting any differently,” remarks Yasuhiro.

“She has been doing things like this for a while now.” Byakuya stops pacing and glares at them, his hands on his hips. “Years, in fact. I’m telling you, she’s manipulating me somehow. For example, last week, in the teachers’ room, she picked at her lunch with her chopsticks. She’s trying to seduce me.”

“How is that seduction?” asks Makoto, confused.

“I ended up feeding her the rest of her meal.”

Makoto and Yasuhiro furrow their brows

“Then yesterday, as we were waiting for a bus, she kept hopping between feet.”

“So?” says Makoto.

“So I obviously gave her a foot massage until the bus arrived,” explains Byakuya.

Makoto and Yasuhiro look at each other. Meanwhile, Byakuya resumes pacing, gesticulating with both hands.

“Then this morning, while we were eating breakfast together, she kept biting on her fingernail. She was only there because she stayed the night before, and that was because it was late by the time we finished our bath... which we had after she kept sniffing...”

“You had a bath together?” asks Makoto.

“What happened after she bit her fingernail?” says Yasuhiro.

“Obviously I got down on one knee and proposed to her, of course!” replies Byakuya. He throws up his hands. “What else was I to do? Any person in my situation would have done the same thing.”

Yasuhiro and Makoto wear identical frowns. Makoto nods at Yasuhiro, who nods back, stands up, grabs Byakuya’s arm and marches him to the door, where he throws Byakuya out of Makoto’s apartment.

***

Byakuya is watching the news in his living room when he hears the front door open.

“Darling!” Touko calls out. “I’m sorry I’m late, and so wet.”

He almost chokes on his tea. Usually, when his wife wants to be sexual with him, she isn’t so blatant. Working in the library all day must have filled her with a lot of pent-up energy. It’s nothing he can’t help her with though. With a sigh, he scrapes back his hair and using the band on his wrist, he ties his hair into a ponytail then goes to meet her in the hall. 

She’s by the door, hanging up her coat. Dampness has made the material a darker colour, and as he stares silently at her, he notices the sound of rain hammering outside.

Ah.

“It started raining when I left,” she apologises before turning to him. “Oh! You tied your hair back. Were you cooking dinner? You know I don’t mind if any of your hair is in your food...”

His face scorches. “No. I... didn’t realise you meant you were that kind of wet.”

“What...?” She realises and clutches her chest. “O-Oh!”

Byakuya hides his face in his hands. Touko pats him on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry, darling,” she says. Then a smirk leaks into her voice. “I’ll give you somewhere else to bury your face.”

[mxdnightlvers]

Danganronpa Aladdin AU

Request: “Can you write a oneshot featuring Yasuhiro Hagakure in an Aladdin AU please? I imagine him as a street rat who gets in trouble and tries to evade the palace guards.”

Anime: Danganronpa

Characters: Yasuhiro Hagakure

A/N: This request was really interesting!! I’m really glad I got the chance to write this. Also slight confession, I haven’t really seen the original Aladdin, and only the live action so I tried my best but I do hope u enjoy <3

“Whew!”

Yasuhiro exhaled, slumping onto the wall as the palace guards run past, not knowing that the thief had slipped into one of the alleyways. With no time to rest, he stood up, grabbing the stolen food and walking further away. Once he was sure there were no guards nearby, he took the time to slow his steps. The sun was setting and it cast an orange glow over the city. He looked up, brown eyes glistening in the setting sun as he relaxed his shoulders. It was a long day for him and as the sun made its slow descent, he could feel all his stress slowly drain away. Soon enough, he was home, tossing the bag of apples aside and sitting down.

“Haha I did not foresee that the guards would find me that easily.” He chuckled at yet another successful but close call with the palace guards.

Abu, his monkey companion, scurried close to the bag of stolen apples, taking one out and making himself comfortable next to Yasuhiro.

“I mean,” He started, “The crystal ball showed me that today would go smoothly.”

His tone was dejected but Abu just stared at him, one eyebrow raised, questioning Yasuhiro’s statement.

“Okay okay I mean I only have a 30% success rate but just you wait! It’ll be 40% soon!” He laughed, taking the apple from Abu’s hand and taking a bite out of it.

“Hah and the sun sets,” he sighed, returning the apple to Abu as he stared at the apple, looking almost offended, “Where do u want to go tomorrow?”

He didn’t even wait for any sort of reply before answering his own question, “I’m feeling for some bananas instead, these apples are getting old.”

The sun descended once again, signaling the end of a long day, but it wouldn’t be far until another long day started for the pair.

.

.

.

Yasuhiro peeked around the corner, back against the wall. As expected, the salesman was there, selling his fruits to customers. With the streets filled with people going about their day, his heist would’ve been easily carried out, if it wasn’t for one setback.

There were guards. Everywhere. His first thought was that they were looking for him but surely these many guards are a bit much. The palace must have bigger problems than chasing down one thief right?

“One, two, three, four, five, aagh I’m getting tired of counting.” Yasuhiro softly whispered to himself.

With this unforeseen event before him, he was sure that he had been cursed in some sort of way. The plan was now way too risky to carry out. The next logical plan would be to just abandon it and return home, is what he thought to himself as he stepped out from the alleyway.

Okay…..that wasn’t the plan, but he could still just disappear into the alleyway once again.

He approached closer to the food stall, trying to blend into the crowd despite being a character that’s easily spotted.

“Ahhh Yasuhiro what are you doing this is way too risky. It’s better to just turn around ahhhh why are my legs still moving???”

“This must be the work of the occult!” He thought to himself despite the fact that it was his own will that kept him walking towards the stall.

He passed one guard that was stationed a few paces away from the stall, lowering his head to try to better hide himself. His pace quickened, thumb trapped in his palm, hoping that he didn’t catch the guard’s attention.

He exhaled, thinking he got away, only to hear a shout from the guard, who had just realized that a wanted thief had just walked by. He did not even have to look behind to know that he was the one being called by the guard.

“Ahh I swear I didn’t do anything!!” He shouted in a panic, as his pace picked up, making his way to the food stand.

He grabbed whatever he could and quickly shoved the stolen food into the bag he held. He made no haste and sprinted away. The shouts of the salesman alerting the nearby guards were heard above the crowd as they begun their chase.

Yasuhiro pushed through the crowd, apologizes spilling from his lips every second as he pushed through the crowd. He mumbled desperate words of reassurance and motivation to himself as he sped up. He knew this plan was a bad idea and now he has to escape from the palace guards once more.

His heartbeat quickened as the sound of the knights armor knocking against each-other neared closer. He glanced behind him to see the five knights hurriedly chasing after him.

He has never regretted anything more than this.

As if his flight or fight response was triggered, he pushed past the crowd even more forcibly and made his way into the nearby alleyway.

He didn’t pause for a moment. He ran through the alley, knocking down a few of the crates and boxes. There were fruits in a couple of the boxes and as much as he’d like to pause and pick them up, he knew that he’d be allowing the knights to catch up. He knew they were near as it’s practically impossible to have someone dressed in iron armor to silently chase after someone. They followed suit, causing even more of a mess in the alley. Even through all the chaos, his grip on the bag never faltered, however the bag did get knocked around, probably making the bananas inside a mess.

He looked behind him to see two guards following him and in a hurry, he grabbed a nearby stack of crates and knocked them over, causing the knights to stumble and trip over. The sound of the metal clanking and knocking together made a horrible melody but it was his reassurance that he at least has two guards off his back.

He paused for a bit, heavily breathing as he apologized to the knights before hastily making his way out the alleyway. He genuinely believed that he would receive more bad karma if he just left the knights laying there.

He made his way onto another street that was less busy than the first, his steps slowing, but still quick enough to run away if needed. His legs ached and his breathing was heavy but he didn’t have time to rest when he spotted the other three palace guards.

They pointed in his direction shouting at him to stop but even they knew that he wasn’t going to surrender….despite his words.

Yasuhiro immediately picked back up his pace running away, “Please let me go I swear I’ll do anything!!”

“I’m sure running around in that armor must be hard, can’t you let a guy go?!”

Well, his attempts at negotiation failed.

Realizing this, he began to get frustrated.

“Let a guy live, it was only a few bananas, are they trying to kill me??” He thought to himself, though he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer.

It didn’t help that it was in the evening, the sun was at its meanest this time of the day, his clothes feeling like a burden but there was no time to stop and rest.

Already running low on stamina, he turned his direction, into a busier street, hoping that the crowd would be able to act as a camouflage.

It was difficult shielding his entire figure but it worked as he slowed his pace, walking quickly but not enough to draw attention. He took advantage of this temporary distraction to slip into another alleyway,

But he was met with a dilemma when the alley he was in was a dead-end. He stared at the wall in disbelief. Thankfully the wall was short and he could probably climb over it. However, it was still too tall to reach and what if he slipped and fell?

The fear of somehow failing the climb caused him to turn around, but when he saw the faint silhouettes of the guards in the crowd, he turned back around to the wall.

“Ahh looks like I don’t have a choice,” He made his mind up and tossed the bag across the wall, just hoping that it made it over safely.

Drying his hands on his clothes, he took a few steps back, before sprinting and jumping towards the wall, trying to grip the top.

His hands gripped the wall and he slipped right off.

He stumbled down, quickly finding his balance before attempting it again.

….and his hands slipped right off again.

He thought that he was definitely screwed this time. If only he had looked behind him more properly to see that there were perfectly good crates to climb up on.

It only took him one more fail of aimlessly jumping at the wall for him to fall back onto one of the crates.

He got up from where he fell, rubbing his lower back from the pain before gasping at his new escape route. However, the crash of him falling onto the crates did alert the guards and he now had to act even quicker.

He hurriedly stacked them up enough, before jumping once more, the force knocking over the creates. His torso made it over the wall but now his lower half was still hanging over. He could hear the knights a few steps behind him and with all his might, he forced himself over, falling over on the other side. If only he knew how silly he looked in that moment.

Rubbing his head, he got up, looking around for his bag before heading off. He made his way to a few streets away before finally allowing himself to get some rest. He slumped down next to a wall, body aching before reaching into his bag to eat a well earned banana.

It was around 6pm when he finally made his way home, settling down by the window once more. He placed the bag of beaten bananas to his previously earned apples. Abu, who haven’t made an appearance all day finally shows up, reaching into the bag.

“So where we’re you all day when I needed help??” Yasuhiro asked his companion but he didn’t receive a reply.

He sighed, scratching his head as he finally got to properly rest his body.

“Today was so crazy though you should’ve definitely seen me. I climbed over a wall to escape these guards and threw down the others…..I did apologize though!! Now I should be safe from any bad omen!” Yasuhiro reminisced as Abu just stared at him in disbelief.

He looked out the window, the city being way quieter than it was a few hours ago as he looked back on the eventful day he had. Fatigue eventually caught up to him and he closed his eyes, falling asleep as he swore to himself that he would never do something like this again.

Well it only took him a few more days before he was once again being chased by the palace guards.

[speuradair]

Cuddling With Yasuhiro

This man is an absolute teddy bear

He's pretty touchy with anyone he's friends with, and when it comes to a significant other?

Good luck ever getting him to not be touching you in one way or another

Whether it be holding your hand, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into the tightest bear hug imaginable, or even just playing with your hair, Yasuhiro is all about affection

So he absolutely loves cuddling!!

He's already pretty much clinging to you in public as it is, so when you two are alone, fully expecting him to be with cuddling you or hugging you at all times

Hiro usually prefers to be the big spoon, just because he likes being able to squeeze you into a tight hug as much as possible

His favorite is when you lay on his chest and he can just wrap his arms around you really tight

He usually falls asleep pretty quickly, but that's just because he's so comfortable and content

Take it as a compliment!

Speaking of falling asleep, when Hiro is tired, he can and will lay on you and fall asleep immediately

You're laying down? Perfect! He'll just lay on top of you

You're sitting up? Also rad, he'll just lay his head on your lap

Standing up? Well that's a bit more work, but he'll hug you from behind and pull you to the nearest place where you can sit down, then laying in your lap and falling asleep

Hiro also likes having you sit in his lap and lean against his chest, once again letting him hug you

That way it's easier for him to do other things because, as much as he hates it, he does have other things he has to do and he can't just snuggle you all day

Stupid adult like with all those responsibilities and stuff

Hiro can and will carry you around anytime he can

Please wrap you arms and legs around him, and let him just carry you around

10/10 loves having you so close

As expected from the rest of his behavior, Hiro is the biggest sleep-cuddler

You thought he was clingy when he's awake? When he's asleep, he will literally squeeze you as tightly as he can and roll on top of you

Please don't let him smother you on accident

He just wants to love you

He can't help it, you're like his thing ever and he just wants to give you all of the attention in the world

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Shot Through The Heart (Kyoko Kirigiri X Male Reader)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0jk2DH7

by Hypernova_7

A quiet, stoic girl and a quiet, shy boy meet, what will happen? --------------------------------------- (Y/N) (L/N) was never really that popular in school, not really having that much friends, dealing with bullies sometimes and keeping away from the crowds a lot, but one thing he enjoyed that everyone knew about? Archery, honestly he never really cared about popularity or anything despite all the awards he's won from it for competitions and stuff, he just did it because he had fun doing it. But one day though he got an invitation to join that one prestigious school everyone constantly talks about, that's right, Hope's Peak Academy, he was honestly a little hesitant at first to accept the invite, but once realizing this might actually change his life for the better, he accepted. Watch him as he tries to adapt to his new daily school life as he meets a bunch of interesting people that he could actually call friends... And finds a girlfriend? --------------------------------------- Start Date: 12/25/2021 End Date: 06/20/2022 --------------------------------------- As you can see, this story was written a year ago, this was taken from my Wattpad page (My user is the same) and put onto here.

Words: 22328, Chapters: 14/30, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, Dangan Ronpa Series

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Kirigiri Kyouko, Naegi Makoto, Asahina Aoi, Togami Byakuya, Hagakure Yasuhiro, Fukawa Touko, Celestia Ludenberg, Fujisaki Chihiro, Yamada Hifumi, Enoshima Junko, Ikusaba Mukuro, Ishimaru Kiyotaka, Kuwata Leon, Oowada Mondo, Ogami Sakura, Maizono Sayaka, Hinata Hajime, Komaeda Nagito, Nanami Chiaki, Owari Akane, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko, Tanaka Gundham, Saionji Hiyoko, Mioda Ibuki, Soda Kazuichi, Koizumi Mahiru, Tsumiki Mikan, Nidai Nekomaru, Pekoyama Peko, Mitarai Ryota, Sonia Nevermind, Hanamura Teruteru, Kirigiri Jin, Yukizome Chisa

Relationships: Kirigiri Kyoko/Reader

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hope's Peak Academy (Dangan Ronpa), Hope's Peak Academy (Dangan Ronpa), POV Male Character, Slice of Life, Platonic Relationships, Two people with zero social skills get together, Trauma, Child Neglect, Past Child Abuse, Persona 3 References, How Do I Tag

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0jk2DH7