#yes i use a controller. sorry i unfortunately grew up on console editions

[rainy-arcade]

Been playing minecraft a lot out of the blue recently. My build style is "cover everything in green"

[collegiate-trash]

I was bored and listening to Heathers so I figured, why not. Anyway, this is inspired by @shsl-shipping-trash​‘s kamukoma heathers au. I say inspired because I have some ideas about it, and it probably wasn’t what they were thinking of when they made it so yeah... I may or may not write more for this verse in future, who knows we’ll see I guess

It kinda turned longer than I hoped so... more under read more lol

The sound of footsteps walking away towards their own classrooms grew fainter and fainter by the minute, but Nagito Komaeda, given his nature, remained seated in the library, nose stuck in the book he was reading. It wasn’t until it was too late did he notice the lack of students in the room. Frantically arranging his things to dash into his own class, Komaeda heard Ms. Yukizome’s familiar scolding tone.

He knew that he shouldn’t. That his curiosity would kill him someday, and it would be best to stay out of things. Unfortunately, Komaeda was also aware that he has poor self-control. And that his quiet footsteps allow him to practically sneak up on anyone. Yeah. I should probably go to class…

Except he didn’t, you know, like a liar.

Komaeda barely arrived in time to hear what they were initially talking about, but he made it just in time to hear Ms. Yukizome’s ultimatum.

“Not without a hall pass, you’re not. Week’s detention.”

How horrible! To have precious symbols of hope missing for an entire week?! How will Hope’s Peak function without their elites? With a plan already forming in his mind, Komaeda hastily searched his bag for one of the forged excuse slips he made.

(He made it just in case he has to leave the class. It was only used for emergency purposes, don’t worry. Yes. This moment counts as an emergency. Look. Cherished Ultimates were in trouble; of course it counts as one.)

He quickly and carefully edited it as the girls (He wasn’t too sure, but he was betting on in. They were inside the girl’s bathroom after all) complained about their punishment. Thankfully, they didn’t say anything that could’ve potentially derail his rescue plan.

“Um, Ms. Yukizome…?” he called out from outside the room, holding out the excuse slip, and respectfully looking away, in case any of the girls weren’t in decent position. “Actually, all four of us are out on a hall pass.”

He heard the teacher hum in thought, probably doubting him. Komaeda doesn’t blame her. He wouldn’t trust himself either. Regardless, the pitter-patter of Ms. Yukizome’s heels signaled her approach, and when Komaeda felt the paper leave his fingertips, he promptly addressed her with a smile. “Yearbook committee…”

His smile remained as her eyes scrutinized the slip, and grew a little when she nodded, a small smile on her lips. “I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going,” she said, handing the note back and going her merry way, not even questioning whether he was truly part of it, nor why she didn’t notice him when she first arrived. Hm. Good luck...?

Before he could put the slip back in his bag though, red nails appeared in his vision, plucking the note out of his hands.  

“This is an excellent forgery,” she said in a haughty tone, revealing to Komaeda just who he found himself with. Junko Enoshima, one of the three most popular girls in Hope’s Peak, and quite possibly the world. And if she were here… Komaeda’s gaze searched the room, successfully locating Mikan Tsumiki and Mukuro Ikusaba.

Huh. Well would you look at that, lady luck blessed me after all. To be able to help these particular group, how lucky! It would be best for him to go now before he could soil them with his disgusting presence.  

“Who are you?” Enoshima questioned, halting his attempt of getting away quietly before he even begun.

“I am no one you should be concerned about. If you’ll excuse me,” he said, only to get tugged back his arm. Ah… who knew Enoshima was capable of such tight grip.

“Come on now, darling. Surely you have a name to offer, won’t you?” Enoshima batted her eyes, lips forming a smile that many would die for. Sadly, he was not one of them. However, Enoshima may still luck out yet, he was, after all, a terrible doormat who has no concept of the word ‘no’.

“If you insist…” he trailed off, making note of how the other two in the room reached them by now. “It’s Nagito Komaeda.”

“Nagito you say…~” She hummed, placing a finger to her red lips, and his arm still held hostage. “Can you do anything else other than excuse slips…?”

“I can forge report cards, permission slips, and absence notes…” he said, sounding more like a question when he reached the end. He has an idea why Enoshima was asking, but he has no intention of doing anything about it.  

Eager to leave now that he has done his task, Komaeda tried to set his arm free from her clutches, only to be pulled close as Enoshima leaned towards him, face separated by mere breaths. He froze. Of course he froze. It happened all too quickly for him to comprehend.

“You know,” Enoshima said, breath smelling like mints, as small consolation on Komaeda’s part. “For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure.”

H-huh?

“And a symmetrical face,” Tsumiki mumbled, too quiet for anyone to hear except Ikusaba who was beside her.

“If I took a meat cleaver down the center of his skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important.” Ikusaba nodded.

Tsumiki smiled. She then started poking Komaeda’s shirt, “Um… he should probably get a few pounds more though… A-ah! I’m not trying to control you though! I’m sorry!”

Komaeda sent her a grin, pacifying her. “That’s quite alright. Thank you for your advice, Tsumiki.”

“Wo-woah…! He knows my name!” Tsumiki beamed, holding her hands to her chest.

“Quiet, you two,” their ringleader hissed, hands poised on her hips.  Komaeda didn’t even notice her releasing him, as expected of his useless self. “Oh, Nagito~”

A shiver ran up his spine. Her tone was sickly sweet, and Komaeda was apprehensive of it.

“How about you go join our little clique? I promise it’s gonna be totes cool!” she said, as if she was giving Komaeda any choice.

He wasn’t too much of a fool to not be aware of what she could possibly do in case he refused. After all, though he has yet to witness any of it himself, he has already heard countless stories of the girl through hearsay.

Ah, to experience one now… what sort of luck is this, I wonder.

“If that would please you,” he said, too weak to refuse and too curious to let the opportunity go.

Enoshima’s lips stretched wide, revealing her pearly whites.

“Good…~”

With a snap for her fingers, Komaeda was dragged inside the bathroom. The door locked close behind him with a resounding click, blocking all possible exits. In front of him, the girls fussed with their belongings, taking out some things Komaeda recognized from his female classmates, like mascara and lip gloss. Meanwhile, Enoshima, still and impassive in the middle of it all, acted like the calm before the coming storm.

“Get this boy some blush,” she said, eyes gleaming bright in a prospect Komaeda knows nothing of. “And Mukuro! I need your brush.”

She walked towards him, hips swaying to a beat he doesn’t hear, and stopped right in front of him, pulling him close through his tie. “We’ll make you beautiful. Okay?”

“Okay…” Komaeda trailed off, wondering what the future has in store for him with this new development. Ah, I really hope I won’t get a detention for entering the girl’s bathroom like this.