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Important

Hello all. I've been working on some of the requests I've gotten, but life has gotten in the way and I've been having trouble completing them.

I've already been on a bit of an unofficial hiatus, but I'm letting you all know that I'm officially taking a break to work on some things in my personal life.

Thanks for understanding, and I hope to see you again soon. Take care of yourselves.

- Hajime

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Absent

Hello everyone!! I’m so sorry for the unannounced absence. Things have been quite hectic for me, and I haven’t had time to write. But I’m home for the holidays with nothing to do, so expect some posts over the break!

So sorry to those of you who’ve been waiting for your ask to be answered. I’ve had to delete a few just because I can’t think of anything for them, but I’ll do the best I can.

Happy holidays everyone!

- Hajime

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Hi there! I love your blog and I thought I'd request some headcanons about Nagito, Junko and Byakuya helping their s/o who has an eating disorder and is emotionaland secretive about it. Is that okay?

Hi there! I’m glad you enjoy the blog, and of course that’s okay! I hope things are okay for you. I know eating disorders are awful to deal with, so please try to reach out to somebody if you’re in a position to do so. I’ve never written Junko or Byakuya before, so I hope I didn’t mess them up too bad.

- Mod Hajime

TW: eating disorders

Nagito, Junko, & Byakuya with an S/O with an eating disorder

🍀 Nagito Komaeda 🍀

Nagito is a naturally observant person, so he’s the first one to notice when you stop eating around others.

You’ll usually eat a bit when prompted, but it’s only enough to divert attention from yourself. 

He brings it up to you calmly during one of your free periods. The two of you are along in the corner of a library, studying for an upcoming exam.

You can’t seem to focus, too distracted by hunger pangs to focus on the papers in front of you.

“Hey [Name], why haven’t you been eating lately?”

The blunt question is enough to startle you out of your thoughts, and your brain freezes as you try to come up with an excuse.

“I just- I haven’t been hungry lately. I eat a big breakfast before I get here.”

He studies you, eyes grazing over your form, and you shy away from his gaze.

“I don’t think that’s true. Is it?”

You can feel panic rising in your throat. Of all the people who could’ve noticed, of course it had to be him.

“[Name], please. You can tell me anything.” His voice is softer, something like tenderness lacing is words, and you’re crying before you can stop yourself.

He’s quick to react, moving both of your notebooks aside and pulling you into a hug. 

He holds you until you’ve calmed down, and he allows you to be the first one to pull away, reaching out to wipe the tears from your face.

He prompts you again, and he listens intently as you explain your situation.

He’s quick to comfort you, speaking out against any negative remarks you make about yourself.

He makes you promise to tell him when you’re feeling bad, and he insists on helping you in your recovery.

⚫ Junko Enoshima ⚪

Junko may be more oblivious to your state than Nagito, but she’s not an idiot.

Still, she doesn’t seem to notice (or at least she doesn’t mention it) until you almost faint after class.

She manages to catch your arm before you hit the ground, lowering you to a seated position as you grip her hand to steady yourself.

“Whoa, [Name], what’s got you fallin’ all over the place?”

Your fuzzy brain pushes out a muttered excuse, trying to convince her that you’re fine.

“Well that’s bullshit. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you not eating at lunch. What’s your deal?” Knelt down in front of you, she puts her hands on her hips and pops her gum.

You look away to avoid her gaze, but she isn’t letting you get away that easy.

“Seriously, [Name]. Talk to me.” There’s something almost gentle in her usually mocking tone, and noticing that makes tears well up in your eyes.

The sobs shake your shoulders as you admit your feelings, admit the actions that are tearing your body apart.

She listens silently until you’re finally finished, and you feel her move to sit down next to you. She slides an arm around your shoulders with an uncharacteristic gentleness, though she doesn’t meet your gaze. She blurts something that you think is supposed to be comforting, and the sentiment is enough to warm your chest.

“Come on, you’ve gotta keep up your strength if you’re gonna take over the world with me. You can’t be a ruler of despair if you’re passing out on me all the time.”

You soften, leaning your head on her shoulder and enjoying the (somewhat) tender moment while it lasts. You wipe the tears from your eyes.

She doesn’t let you avoid the topic, insisting that you let her take you to get lunch -- to keep up your strength, of course, not as a date. You finally give in, and she quickly jumps to her feet with a grin.

She pulls you up with her, her hand tight in yours to keep you steady.

💴 Byakuya Togami 💴

Byakuya is observant enough to notice something is wrong, but he isn’t the type to make a scene.

His lack of tact doesn’t play in your favor, however, because he doesn’t beat around the bush whenever he pulls you into an empty classroom.

“I noticed you haven’t been eating lately. Why is that?”

You’re thrown off guard, and you have to scramble for something to say.

“Don’t make excuses. I’m not an idiot, I can tell something is wrong with you.Tell me the truth: Why aren’t you eating?”

You can’t help breaking down a little as you start to explain, wringing your hands. You look down at your shoes, trying to avoid his scrutinizing gaze.

He sighs when you’re finished explaining, pushing a hand through his hair. He’s never been good at comforting people, he knows this, and he realizes that he doesn’t really know what to say.

“Well, whatever negative things you have to say about yourself, they’re not true,” he starts. “You’re not fat, or ugly, or whatever else it is that you think. And if anyone ever tries to tell you otherwise, you come straight to me, understand?”

You nod timidly, clasping your hands together to stop them from shaking. He lets out another sigh.

“Come here.” He opens an arm to you, trying to act like it’s not a big deal, and he steadies you both as you throw yourself into his arms. He pulls you against his side, letting you bury your face in his shoulder. He can worry about smoothing out any wrinkles later. 

You stay there for as long as he’ll let you, wiping your tears and fixing yourself up whenever he finally pulls away. He fixes your messy hair with a gentle hand, and it’s a welcome comfort.

“Let’s go before we miss the next class,” he says suddenly. “We can finish this later.”

You nod, and he allows you to hold onto his hand as you step into the hall. It’s the least he can offer you in this moment.

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it's mod appreciation hour!!! ❤❤❤❤

Aaaaa thank you!!! I appreciate the love <3

- Mod Hajime

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Can you please do a scenario where Himiko’s the sole survivor of the killing game? Like Maki killed Kokichi, While Kaito lived long enough to rebel in trial six, but died after Kiibo destroys the place and Shuichi tried to save Tsumugi, but only to be crushed with her. Thus leading Himiko completely alone.

Ooh, what an interesting request! This probably won’t be super detailed in how the others die because I don’t want it to be too long, and this probably isn’t my best writing, but I hope you like it!

- Mod Hajime

TW: Major character death, emotional turmoil

Spoilers for V3 ahead!

Left Alone

The class trial room is tense. Nobody wanted to believe that Maki had really killed Kokichi, but how could anybody argue when Shuichi had laid it out so well?

Suddenly she’s confessing, upset but not remorseful, and nobody can speak against that. The voting ends, and Shuichi almost faints with relief when Kaito steps out of the Exisal unharmed. Shuichi spends Maki’s execution with Kaito’s arm around his shoulders, keeping the upset man steady.

It isn’t until afterwards that the real reason for his weakness is revealed. Shuichi recruits Kiibo to help him carry Kaito back to his room, forcing him to lay down and get some rest. It takes some effort; Kaito isn’t one to sit back and let others do the work, even if he is dying. Tsumugi offers to watch over him while the others work, stating that “it’s plain to see that she wouldn’t be much help out there.”

It’s hard to focus on finding information when he’s trying not to be destroyed by Kiibo and the Exisals, but Shuichi pushes on. Nobody seems to understand why he’s pushing so hard for a sixth trial, but Monokuma allows it nonetheless.

It doesn’t have the ending they expected, but it’s done. The game is over. But they don’t have time to celebrate, or grieve, or whatever it is they’re supposed to do now, because Kaito goes into another coughing fit, his knuckles white as he grips the podium to hold himself up. They try to help, to sit him down and offer him water, but they can’t stop the blood pooling from his lips. And it’s hard, watching him die and knowing that nothing they do can save him. There’s nothing Shuichi, his dearest sidekick, can do besides hold the astronaut against his chest, Himiko gripping his hand as they try to soothe him in his last moments.

Kiibo is already putting his gear in place, alerting the few survivors that he’s about to start.

When all is said and done, the air filled with dust and the ground covered in debris, the rubble shifts. A brick falls, rubble pushed to the side as a head of red hair rises from the dirt.

Himiko pushes herself up, coughing the dust from her lungs. She pushes her hair from her face and sits up fully. The sun is bright and her whole body aches. She scans her surroundings, trying to find someone, anyone. 

She starts to push rubble aside desperately, tears slipping down her cheeks as she begs for Shuichi to answer. Her hands find fabric, and tired arms pull him to the surface.

There’s blood caked on his head, fresh and warm. She pushes his matted hair aside, cups his face, sobs his name. The lack of a response tightens her chest, and she lowers him back down, her hands gentle despite their tremor. Her cheeks are wet, sobs tearing through her throat and shaking her shoulders. She buries her face in dirty hands, trying to block out the world around her. She doesn’t want to be awake, doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact that there’s nobody left.

She doesn’t want to be alone.

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Inbox Closed!

Hello!! You guys have sent in so many wonderful requests (not to mention that finals are coming up-), so I’m temporarily closing the ask box while I try to work on what I have! I’ll let you all know when it’s open again.

- Mod Hajime

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Hey! Is there a max number of characters? Asking in case I need to edit my future request a bit-

Hello! I'd say that 6-8 would probably be my limit for imagines. I'll make sure to add that to my rules! Thank you for asking!

- Mod Hajime

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Hello. I just want to say thank you for writing my Kazuichi request. It made me smile, and I loved it 💖

You’re very welcome anon!! I’m glad you enjoyed it. :)

- Mod Hajime

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Hi can I have um... Kazuichi with girl S/O who almost succeeded at commiting suicide? I almost did it, and I just need some comfort from this boy...

Of course, anon. This is going to sound cliche, but remember that there are people in the world who care about you, even if it doesn’t feel like it. I’ve been in your position, and believe me when I say that it does get better. I promise. You just have to stick around to see it. Please, I’m always here if you need to talk;; you’re never bothering me.

I wasn’t sure exactly what you meant by “almost succeeded,” so for this scenario, the reader was found and hospitalized.

Obvious TW for talk of suicide/attempted suicide and hospitalization! Stay safe loves.

Kazuichi with a female S/O who attempted suicide

When you first wake up, you’re not sure where you are. Everything is fuzzy, and it’s a while before you’re able to take in your surroundings.

You find yourself in a hospital room, and it’s silent aside from machines beeping and…. crying?

You look over, and the sight of the boy beside you makes something stir in your chest.

The moment he realizes you’re awake, he really loses it. 

He jumps forward and latches onto your hand, sitting on the edge of his seat, sobbing out incoherent apologies. He shouldn’t have left you alone, he should’ve noticed sooner, he was so scared he’d lost you, he should’ve been a better boyfriend, he was terrible for not realized how much his girlfriend was suffering…

You don’t know what to say, and you’re crying before you can stop it.

You’re quickly swept into a hug, your face buried into his shoulder. He clings to you as you cry, almost like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets you go.

He holds you until you’ve calmed down and then a little longer, muttering more apologies and reassurances. He tells you a hundred times over how much he loves you, repeating the phrase as if he’s trying to ingrain the mantra into your mind.

You’re interrupted momentarily by a nurse coming in to check on you, but he’s back at your side as soon as they’re gone.

He stays with you every hour he can until you’re discharged, hoping that his presence will cheer you up or at least offer you some comfort. 

He usually brings games, snacks, or some little trinket he’s been working on, telling you stories to pass the time.

He offers to let you stay at his place so you won’t be alone, insisting that you let him take care of you.

He gets in the habit of telling you that he loves you every few hours, like he’s scared that you’ll forget. 

He checks up on you as often as he can, always ending the conversation with a hug and a kiss.

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what urged you to write primarily angst? both curious and worried.

Well, I noticed that a lot of imagine blogs tend to stay away from sensitive topics (usually like suicide and other mental health stuff). It's their right to do that, of course! But I know sometimes stuff like that has to be talked about.

I created this blog to be a safe space where people can come and say "hey, I'm feeling suicidal, can I have my favorite character cheer me up?" or "I have an eating disorder and I'm really struggling, can I get some help from my favorite characters?" And I'm not a professional by any means, but I've dealt with a lot of this stuff personally, and if there's one thing I can do, it's give comfort. Even just reaching out to a stranger who writes about characters you love is better than keeping everything bottled up, and maybe I can offer enough kindness to help them through a rough patch.

Writing short stories about characters dying and such was a bit unexpected, but I don't mind it.

Writing is a really good outlet for me, and while I completely respect those who stick to positive topics, I try to channel my own feelings into what I write. It's a way for me to express myself instead of keeping everything bottled up, and people seem to enjoy reading it so far.

TL;DR: I wanted to create a safe space for others to reach out while also giving myself an outlet to express my feelings.

I'm sorry this got so lengthy, but I sincerely hope I answered your question. Have a wonderful day, anon.

- Mod Hajime

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Hi! Can I have some headcanons for Nagito comforting his s/o after they have a meltdown?

An anon after my own heart. I’ve had a really rough night, and Nagito is a huge comfort character for me, so this one’s for both of us. My inbox is always open if you need to talk.

Details for this scenario are left vague, up to your imagination.

Nagito comforting his S/O after a meltdown

When you text Nagito and ask him to come over, he’s quick to oblige.

The door to your (room/home) is unlocked, just as you’d told him it would be.

It doesn’t take him long to find you; the sound of your cries is unmistakable.

He knocks gently on the doorway to get your attention, not wanting to startle you. He offers you a smile when you react, and his voice is calm as he walks over to your bed.

He opens his arms, an unspoken question.

If you don’t accept, he tries not to mind it. His habitual self-deprecation tells him that it’s because you hate him, that you think he’s gross. He pushes the thoughts back, reminding himself that you’re probably just uncomfortable with touch right now. After all, you wouldn’t have called him here if you hated him, right?

If you accept, he tries not to be startled with how fast and hard you cling to him. He pulls you close and rubs your back, trying to give you the comfort you desperately need.

He talks to you the whole time, of course. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, not yet, and he doesn’t tell you that it’s okay because he knows those words don’t mean anything.

Instead, he reminds you in as many ways as you can that you’re safe with him, that he loves you, that he’s here for you, that he’s not going anywhere, that he’ll stay with you for as long as you’ll have him.

Once your crying has stopped and your breathing has slowed, he creates a little extra space between you and asks if you want to talk about it.

If you accept, he listens to you as you speak, trying not to interrupt you. He offers advice and comfort where he feels it’s needed, but he tries to let you do the talking.

If you refuse, he nods respectfully, reminding you that he’s always willing to listen if you change your mind.

He ushers you under the blankets if you’re not already, trying to get you comfortable. With some hushed reassurances and a kiss on the forehead, he slips out of your room. He returns quickly, holding a glass of water and a grocery bag that he’d thoughtfully brought along.

The bag contains some goodies that he knows you like. He doesn’t force you to take them, leaving them as an open option on the nightstand.

He does, however, make you take the water, and you accept, dehydrated and your throat hoarse from all the crying.

Eventually, at your prompting, he makes himself comfortable, removing his jacket and shoes and slipping underneath the blankets with you.

He doesn’t hesitate to cuddle up close to you, arms around your waist, though he leaves enough slack for you to pull away if you desire.

You tuck your head into the crook of his neck, and he leans his head against yours.

He talks to you until finally fall asleep, feeling safe, warm, and loved.

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Can you please do a scenario where Shuichi is dying and Kaede does everything in her power to save him, but ultimately fails he spends his final moments in a lot of pain? Bonus if Kaede indirectly lead to Shuichi’s death. Not really killed him herself, but she’s the main reason he’s in his position.

First request!! I’m still just getting back into writing, so there may be some mistakes. The setting is up to you, but it’s either post-game or in a non-game AU. I hope this is to your liking, anon. :)

It’s quite long, so I put it under a cut!

I’m Sorry I Couldn’t Save You (Saimatsu)

TW: character death, lots of pain (emotional and physical), probably inaccurate medical stuff (what, do I look like a human doctor to you?)

Shuichi had never really been a fan of hiking. It was always too hot, or there were too many bugs, or he got tired too fast, or some imagined predator would scare him back to civilization. His mind was always able to find some excuse to turn back, to return to the cool air and safety of their shared apartment.

Kaede, however, was stubborn as a mule and a master at talking him into situations he’d rather have no part in. It’s my birthday, she’d begged, doe-eyed and pouting, I’ve always wanted to go hiking. I don’t have anyone else to go with. That last bit was a lie, but he’d caved in to her demands anyways. He never could resist her.

That was how he’d ended up at a nearby trail, hat settled firmly on his head and a rucksack full of supplies on his back. Kaede sported a triumphant grin, squeezing his (admittedly sweaty) hand as they prepared to start their trek. 

“Come on, Shuichi, this’ll be fun,” she insists, starting to tug him along. Although embarrassed at the contact, he doesn’t fight it, plodding alongside her with all the enthusiasm of a wet dish rag. 

“I’m sure it will be,” he replies. He’s not sure if it’s to appease her or to reassure himself, but it sounds like the right thing to say either way. She seems satisfied with the response, and they fall into a steady pace as they make their way up the trail.

The atmosphere around them is calm, peaceful, quiet aside from the chirping of birds and Kaede’s gentle humming. She looks so content, and suddenly Shuichi doesn’t care that it’s too bright outside, that it’s too hot under his hat, that the pack is getting heavy on his back, that they’re slowly getting farther from the nearest town. Kaede is joyful and practically bouncing on her feet and still holding his hand, and that’s all he can bring himself to care about.

He listens as she points out the birds and squirrels that cross their path, the flowers she thinks are pretty, the trees she wishes she could climb. Occasionally, she pulls him to the side to examine a butterfly or a pretty beetle, and though he doesn’t want to be out longer than they have to, he doesn’t mind the little pauses, the moments where she grips his hand just a little tighter as she pulls him to her side.

They reach the marked halfway point, and Kaede pauses to awe at the beautiful valley below them. She releases his hand, and Shuichi doesn’t tell her that he misses the warmth as he watches her pull out her phone. She snaps a few photos of the view, then turns to him with a bright grin. 

“Here, let me take your picture.”

The words throw him off guard, and he’s left stammering for a response. She giggles, reddening his cheeks further.

“Come on, please? I promise I won’t post it, I just want a picture of you,” she pleads, batting her lashes in a way she knows he’ll give in to. And he does, sighing in resignation as he averts his gaze.

“Alright, fine.” His voice wavers against his wishes, but Kaede doesn’t seem to care, perking up immediately with a little squeal of joy. 

“Yay, thank you! Okay, I guess you should stand here?” She guides him closer to the edge of the path, squeezing his arm reassuringly when she notices his apprehensive gaze.

“Don’t worry, you’re fine, just don’t move too far back.” She takes a step back towards the path, studying him. Lifting her phone, she instructs him to smile. He obliges, tipping his hat back and flashing a shy grin. He feels a bit awkward, and he hates having his picture taken, but maybe he doesn’t mind as long as she’s the one behind the camera. 

“Okay,” she says when she’s finished, lowering the device and skipping towards him, “now one of us!” She slides into place beside him, casually throwing an arm around his shoulder and pulling him against her side. His mind freezes momentarily, and he can feel his face heating up at the sudden close proximity. He forces his thoughts back to the present moment just as she raises her phone, trying to find a good angle. She grins, and she doesn’t even need to remind him this time as he flashes the camera a sheepish smile. She snaps a few pictures and then lowers the phone. Quickly, she presses a chaste kiss to his cheek before pulling away.

He feels his entire chest heat up, breath catching in his throat. The sudden release of his shoulders causes him to stumble, and he tries to find footing behind him. 

He doesn’t have time to react. His heart drops to his stomach as his foot finds nothing but air. He blindly reaches out for something, anything, to hold on to, but he’s left flailing wildly as he falls backwards.

The first impact as he falls forces a strangled yelp from his throat, tears burning his eyes as pain shoots through his back to his extremities. The next impact hurts even more, and so it continues, each one stinging more than the last until he finally blacks out.

The first thing he registers when he wakes up is pain. His whole body burns with it, and the sudden force of it all causes him to gasp. The motion sends a stabbing pain through his chest, and he lets out a low whine, his breathing shallow.

He doesn’t even attempt to open his eyes until he hears a frantic voice crying his name, accompanied by footsteps and the skidding of rocks. The sound is unfocused, fuzzy, and he tries to push back the pounding of his skull as he attempts to open his eyes. The sunlight stings, and he squints at his surroundings as he tries to take them in.

He’s laying mostly on his side, facing a wall of rock and dirt. If he shifts his gaze a bit, he can see bushes and other small plants. Something on his head is warm. He starts to move his head, and his vision darkens as the pain returns tenfold. He whines, immediately squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to make it stop.

The whine is quickly followed by the same voice repeating his name, more urgently this time. He can’t seem to remember who it is, but it’s so familiar. He responds immediately to the voice, letting out a high whimper. The footsteps speed up, and through the haze of pain he can hear them growing closer.

“Shuichi? Oh my god, Shuichi!” The footsteps skid to a halt behind him, and he can hear how heavy her breathing is. He winces as a gentle hand is placed on his shoulder, a soft noise rising from him.

“Shuichi, can you hear me?” He groans in response, his mouth unable to form a proper response. He hears what is either a sigh or a sob, but his fuzzy mind can’t figure out which. “Oh thank god, you’re awake, you’re alive, you’re-” The words turn into a choked sob.

“I’m gonna take off the bag and turn you over, okay?” The voice is shaky but kind, and he lets out a small sound in acknowledgement. He feels the pressure on his shoulders being relieved, the weight against his back disappearing. The hand that had been on him slips to his upper back, just below the base of his neck, and the other moves to the front of his shoulder, applying a gentle pressure as she rolls him onto his back. 

The movement sends a sharp pain through his chest, and the strangled gasp that escapes his throat quickly turns into a sob. He can hear the voice apologizing repeatedly, smoothing their hand over his shoulder in an attempt to soothe him. One hand reaches up, tenderly brushing the hair from his face. It feels sticky, and he can’t think well enough to wonder why.

“Oh, Shuichi, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry,” the voice sobs. The hand presses against his cheek - gently, as if terrified to hurt him further. He forces himself to breathe shakily through the pain, wishing it would subside quicker. As soon as it’s back at a manageable level, he cracks one eye open, squinting at the light before adding another.

It takes a moment for his brain to realize who the girl above him is, and he doesn’t even register the whimper slipping past his lips.

“Kaede-” His voice is pitiful, pleading. Pleading for what? For her to help him? For her to take his pain away? Her thumb rubs his cheek, wiping away the tears that are starting to build.

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” The hands pull away as she sits back, turning her attention to their bag. “I’m gonna call for help, okay? Just hang in there. You’ll be okay, okay?”

He closes his eyes, listening to her search for her phone. He breathes shallowly through the pain, his chest burning with each inhale and exhale. 

After a few moments, he hears a groan. Another moment passes, followed by a frustrated cry. He can hear Kaede’s breathing quicken, her voice shaking as she holds back tears.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, this can’t be happening......” Shuichi pries his eyes open, glancing over at his companion. She’s frantic, pulling at her hair with one hand as the other holds her phone. She’s biting her lip, tears sliding down her cheeks, her face flushed with panic and frustration. The cycle of quiet and panic continues until she’s at her breaking point, letting out a sharp cry as she throws her phone in the bag. She hangs her head, her hands grasping tightly at her hair, allowing herself to fall apart for a moment.

It hurts him to watch, especially knowing that he can’t move to comfort her. His voice is low and strained as he speaks her name, but it makes her jolt noticeably, her head shooting up to look at him. Guilt washes over her features, and she quickly moves over to his side to soothe him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, there’s no signal down here,” she sobs. Her hand rubs his shoulder in a feeble attempt to calm him, but that doesn’t stop the panic that shoots through him.

No signal. No help. He’s going to die here, scared and hurting and-

He’s jolted from his thoughts as she slips her hand behind his shoulder. She’s wiped the tears from her face, and she looks like she’s trying hard to stay strong.

“Shuichi, you’re going to have to move. I’m going to get us back to the trail and out of here, okay? This is going to hurt, but I can’t call for help and I’m not leaving you here alone.” She pauses, allowing him to take in her words. Her hand smooths over his shoulder, hoping to keep him calm. “I’m going to start sitting you up, okay?” She waits for him to give her a pained nod, then starts to move. She shifts towards his head, both of her hands moving to his shoulders. Slowly, trying to be as gentle as possible, she starts to lift his torso, moving him to a seated position.

If he was hurting before, he can’t even fathom what threshold of pain he just crossed. His chest burns, the pain shooting through his body as he gasps for breath. Kaede doesn’t move her hands from his shoulders even after he’s sitting, rubbing her thumbs over the cloth of his shirt and muttering reassurances. Once his breathing becomes less ragged, she shifts.

“We’re gonna try to stand, okay?” Shuichi feels panic run through him, knowing how much this will hurt. He knows he doesn’t have another choice, though. He doesn’t want to die here. He feels himself nod.

Kaede is quiet for a moment, and one hand disappears from his shoulder. He hears the rustling of their bag, and he figures Kaede has put it on herself. After a moment, the hand returns to his shoulders, gently pressing against him.

“Ready?” He forces himself to nod, and he feels her arms slip under his armpits, starting to lift him up. It strains the ache in his ribs, and he instinctively cries out, tears burning in his eyes. 

“I know,” she says, trying to soothe him. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” She remains steady and strong behind him, lifting him to his feet. As soon as he’s mostly upright, she wraps one arm around him, the other hand guiding his arm around her shoulders. He’s gasping for breath, sobbing through the pain in his ribs. It’s getting harder and harder to breathe, and the realization of this causes panic to shoot down his spine. His shallow breathing grows rapid, and the tears begin to fall, dampening his shirt and the dirt below him. Kaede’s free hand finds his shirt, pressing against him to try and soothe his panic.

“Kae- I can’t- I can-” He hardly manages to push out the words before a cough bubbles up his throat. The force of it burns his chest and his throat, and he sobs as he inhales. Another one tears at his throat, and they continue to come until he can hardly catch a breath between them. He vaguely registers Kaede starting to panic, and he feels himself being lowered back to the ground. The pain shoots back through him as he sits, his back propped up against the wall of rock. Once he’s settled, Kaede removes her bag, digging around before pulling out a bottle of water.

“Hey, okay, breathe, Shuichi, can you do that? Just breathe for me.” He feels a hand on him, rubbing his shoulder gently. He tries to do as instructed, forcing back the rising coughs and drawing in a shaky breath. Light coughing pushes its way through as he exhales, but it starts to calm down enough that breathing doesn’t feel like a fight. He’s exhausted now, though, the exertion taking whatever energy he might’ve had. He becomes acutely aware of the taste of iron on his tongue.

“Here, drink some of this, okay?” He feels the rim of the bottle pressing against his lips, and he parts them, swallowing the water that pours out as Kaede tips the bottle back. The cool liquid helps soothe his throat some, but it’s not long before he coughs again, spilling some on his shirt. Kaede is quick to pull the bottle away, screwing the lid back on and putting it back in the bag. Shuichi gazes at her through teary eyes, his vision becoming fuzzy. Kaede is watching him, looking worried and scared and thoughtful, and he accepts the moment of silence as she thinks.

“I’m gonna go back up the trail,” she says slowly, sounding for the first time uncertain with her decision, “and see if I can catch a signal up there. You stay here and rest, okay?” He feels himself nodding slowly, though the movement hardly registers. His eyelids flutter.

“I’ll be right back, okay? I won’t be long. Just hang in there for me.” Her hand presses gently against his shoulder, soothing and warm. He wishes she didn’t have to go.

“I’m going to leave this here. Just in case you need anything from it.” He vaguely registers a weight against his side, and he figures it’s their bag. 

A hand brushes his hair from his face, and soft lips press against his forehead. He’d be embarrassed if he weren’t about to pass out. 

“I love you, Shuichi. You’ll be okay. Just hang in there.” Her voice is distant, foggy, and he exhales slowly as his eyes fall shut. His ribs still ache, pain hitting him with every shallow breath, but her words bring enough warmth to soothe him momentarily.

And just like that, her warmth is gone, her footsteps retreating as she runs back towards the trail. He feels himself falling, darkness clouding his thoughts, until he falls unconscious once more.

When Kaede finally returns, paramedics in tow, she’s quick to rush to his side, her eyes scanning over him to make sure he’s okay. She glances over the blood dried on his head, the red staining his right side, the scrapes and bruises decorating his arms and legs.

The last thing she notices is how still his chest is. Her heart drops, and her whole body goes cold. Without thinking, her hands find his shoulders, squeezing them worriedly, before sliding up to his cheeks. She cups his face, tears blurring her vision as she sobs, pleading with him to wake up, to open his eyes, to do anything at all.

Choked sobs turn into hysterical crying as an EMT pulls her away, giving the other paramedics room to examine the bloodied boy. Her chest feels so tight that she thinks she’s going to burst, and she screams as if that’s going to relieve the pressure. She can’t bear to think that Shuichi, her Shuichi, is gone, dead, that she’d left him to suffer his painful fate alone.

That final thought is what breaks her. He died alone. No one there to comfort him, to hold his hand, to wipe his tears and hold him close as he passed. 

She was supposed to be there for him through thick and thin, through sickness and in health. And she’d failed him.

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Hello! Quick question, do you write poly ships? I know you said you write character x character AND character x reader but I just wanted to make sure

hiya anon! I've never written a poly ship before, so I'm not sure I could do it justice, but I'm willing to try!! any actual poly folks are welcome to give advice if you're willing (or if I mess up).

thanks for asking! I'll update the rules to include this.

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Rules/Blog Info

Games I write for:

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Super Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair

Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony

Writing styles:

Imagines (written as a short story)

Headcanons (written as bullet-pointed lists – will be the default unless otherwise specified)

Relationships I will write:

character x character

reader x character

poly ships

parent/child

platonic

Topics I will write:

mental illness

physical injury/harm, including disease

character death

hurt/comfort

anything else not listed (given that it doesn’t go against the list below)

Topics I will not write:

explicit sex scenes

graphic sexual assault scenes

stalking/kidnapping

graphic talk of abusive relationships

pedophilia, bestiality, or relationships between anyone who cannot consent

General blog info:

The limit of characters per request is 6-8! If you ask for more than that, I'll ask you to narrow down the list.

This blog will contain triggering content. Warnings will be provided before a post and in the tags, and triggering content will be placed under a “read more.”

Imagines will be posted on a queue. If your ask doesn’t get answered right away, don’t worry. It will be posted soon.

I am currently in university, so I don’t always have time to write. Don’t get upset if your ask isn’t responded to as quick as you’d like. I’ll get to it.

If your ask contains content that I’ve stated above that I will not write, it will get deleted. No warnings, no questions asked. If your ask meets guidelines but I don’t feel comfortable writing it/can’t finish it for whatever reason, I will post it to let you know.

The lists above will be updated as I see fit. If an update is made, I will make a post to let existing followers know.

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Introduction

Hello! Welcome to another Danganronpa imagines blog. You can call me Mod Hajime, or just Hajime -- I don’t consider the “mod” honorific to be too important since I’m the only mod.

This imagine blog is going to be primarily centered on “angsty,” sad, upsetting, etc. writing. There will be occasional fluff, of course, though usually in the form of hurt/comfort.

I write reader x character and character x character (within reason, of course). Rules and other information will be in a separate post, which should be up soon!

Questions are always welcome, and my messages are always open if you’d like to speak to me. I’m currently in the process of writing up a few of my own prompts so that you all have an idea of what my writing is like! Once I have the rules posted, requests will be open to all!

I think that’s all I have to say, so have a wonderful day all!!

- Mod Hajime