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...Long shot, but if anyone still follows this blog, would anyone be interested in me starting fresh?
I might combine it with @hopecrazed and maybe add some more characters.
((Promo))
"Jesus Christ, am I really doin something like this?" He sighs.
"Names Mondo Oowada. Nice ta fuckin meetcha. I'm only doin this because Chi wanted me to."
"Just don't ask any dumbass questions or be a dick, and we'll get along fine."
[Feel free to interact whether or not you're tagged. Thanks for your time.]
@theultimatemoralcompass @shymaru @kaito-luminary-of-the-stars @yoursilenttherapist @redeemed-fashionista @despair-enoshima @ask-thebossbabywithaknife @happy-thoughtsandreams @delusions-and-dreams @endless-boredom-ultimates @illusionist-boi @ask-daiya-oowada
[Please be patient with me. A lot of characters I ocs I rp as are based off of Mondo's personality, but I'm not 100% confident about rping as him yet.]
You’re a sport boy why do you fear The FitnessGram Pacer Test
[ DYKSHLSJL EVERYONE FEARS IT ]
The FitnessGram Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal bodeboop. A sing lap should be completed every time you hear this sound. ding Remember to run in a straight line and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over
Leon screams. It's his worst nightmare.
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little.
"...uh. Dude, what?"
Leon shifted, mumbled something unintelligible, and then: "Thanks for helping me out during that...'killing game.' I owe you, man." [11037-rockstar]
“Yeah? It’s fine. It’s pretty much my job to stop idiots from doing stupid shit.“ He didn’t voice his true feelings, (it’s good you didn’t get hurt, please don’t say you owe me), falling back into his go to prickliness instead.
@11037-rockstar
Leon immediately huffed and rolled his eyes, reminded of why he hadn’t liked this guy when they initially met. “I’m not an idiot, man! Shut up.”
“You sure? You seem pretty idiotic to me.” He smiled, although it almost looked smug or mocking, especially given the context.
"You don’t look as fucked up as you were in that game. Taking care of yourself?“
When it was clear that he was being messed with, Leon crossed his arms, but his tone was soft. "Uh...yeah. 'm fine. Guess I don't have to ask if you're okay? Being the same jerk as always, I see."
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Leon helped himself up and nodded. “Yeah, I’m not a coward, man!” He tried to smile in his classmate’s direction, but even that movement hurt a little. He wondered how bruised he looked–if everything that ached was obvious on the outside. “’sides…kinda wanna hear what the bear’s got to say. He’s gotta be upset.” Honestly, Leon was a little suspicious at the lack of comment from him.
“I didn’t mean it like that, I just don’t want you overexerting yourself, that’s all. Honestly, it’s a miracle you’re even alive at all after what happened yesterday.”
Chihiro wasn’t sure if “miracle” was the right word for it, considering that the botched execution had left Leon blind and badly injured. Still, it was probably better than being dead.
Since Leon had confirmed that he was ready to face the others again, Chihiro began to lead his injured classmate down the corridor to the cafeteria. He made sure to keep close enough to Leon that the other student could lean on him for support if necessary.
Leon had a slight limp, but he stubbornly refused to lean on his classmate now that he wasn't so out of it. Even still, feeling Fujisaki that close by was reassuring. He was still really freaked out about the whole not-being-able-to-see thing.
When they entered the cafeteria, Leon expected to be hit with...he didn't know, a barrage of insults and accusations, comments thrown his way? What he hadn't expected was to be asked if he was okay. A voice of concern? Who was that--Naegi?
Leon just nodded and let himself be led to sit down, hating this feeling of helplessness.
Accidental Affection
send me ✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them
send me □ for your muse to fall on mine and land on top of them
send me ♕ for your muse to get dared to kiss me
send me ♢ for my muse to get dared to kiss yours
send me ♫ for your muse to catch mine singing in the shower
send me ♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower
send me ♡ for your muse to drunkenly confess feelings to mine
send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours
send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours
send me ❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch
send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch
@11037-rockstar
“E-eh? D-did you want s-something Kuwata-kun?” He doesn’t know why his classmate called his name but if he required assistance he was willing to help.
Leon's heart raced, a blush flooding his cheeks as he grinned wide, nodding. "Just you, cutie," he joked with a wink, placing his hand over his own heart as though to confirm its racing.
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Leon let out a slight yawn, trying to stifle it with his free hand. It had been…a long day, to say the least. He enjoyed the closeness, though he would deny it if asked, but… “Dude, I might fall asleep here.”
Ishimaru seemed to be just as exhausted from how emotional he’d been and how comfortable he seemed to be with Leon, a soft sound escaping him at the other’s words as he rested against him. Even with how terrified he still was with the situation he was in part of him was glad that he had someone there to help him handle it better.
“Mmm…“
Leon tried to fight it, but he did end up falling asleep. This was going to be really bad.
He ended up cuddling Ishimaru in his sleep, holding him tightly, though he would deny it if you asked him later.
"Yo, don't think I've seen you around before." Leon tilted his head slightly, examining the other. He grinned slowly and winked. "Rockin' outfit." [11037-rockstar]
He let’s out a slight laugh, eyes narrowing, a smirk crossing his face. “You’re not too bad yourself, handsome. Name’s Hibiki Shiryo, don’t think we’ve had the pleasure. But trust me, you can have as much of it as you want.”
@11037-rockstar
Leon laughs, taken aback but not uncomfortable in the slightest. “Leon Kuwata. Good t’ know, cutie.” He means it–Shiryo is attractive, and he wears the style well. “Love the piercings, how many you got?” he asks curiously.
“Ooh, gotta think about it… two lip piercings, three above the eye, four on each ear, so that’s–” he smirks, “–lucky number thirteen. But I have a few more ideas. You can always help me look for a spot for my next one.” He tilts his head, giving him an interested look, biting his lip. “You know, I can tell you have a good eye, not just for fashion. I think you could pull off some of my clothes. Or all of them.”
"Maybe..." Leon replies coyly, "I might have a few ideas." He's surprised to find someone else so forward, but it isn't a bad thing at all. He leans back slightly, sticking his tongue out and exposing the piercing there for a moment before smirking. "You doin' anything today?"
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Leon had woken up at a desk in a dark classroom with a large gap in his memory (How had he gotten there? Wasn’t he just…entering the school?) Despite his confusion, he’d been quick to get up and out into the hallway to figure out what was going on and entered the gym, put off by the complete lack of activity in the halls or anywhere else. It gave him an eerie feeling; something was off.
Now several minutes had passed and he’d introduced himself to everyone, all saying they’d had the same experience–waking up with no memory, being instructed to meet in the gym–and the pit in his stomach only grew. Something was really, really weird about this whole situation. And what were they waiting for?
As far as he knew, they were waiting for some sort of announcement. Leon tapped his foot impatiently, arms crossed across his chest. This wasn’t adding up. His eyes scanned these strangers–his class–from the middle of the room. Maybe the headmaster was holding an orientation for the new students? It would make sense…He decided to shove the weirdness of the situation to the back of his mind for now.
“Come on, what’re we waitin’ for?”
Run.
Faster!!
Makoto’s legs already burned, his reset body weak in a way he’d long since forgotten. Sure, he’d never been the strongest, but after getting out of the school Hina had been adamant that he start a work out routine.
Damn, he really wished he’d done that as a kid too.
The luckster skidded around a corner, crashing loudly into the display in front of the gym. For a moment, he froze - those doors were right in front of him. Those hellish doors he’d once walked through with Sayaka, the start of it all-
“N…Nightmare.” He panted, his chest heaving with exhaustion and anxiety both. “It’s a nightmare. Right?”
But it felt real. Was it real? If it was real-
His shoes slipped against the floor as he took off again, time almost slowing down. With a loud, resounding crash the gym doors flew open, revealing to Makoto the fourteen others inside. Fourteen…alive. Alive.
“I…” Makoto shook like a leaf, his eyes darting from one person to the next. So many faces he would never see again - here. Right here, almost as if taunting them. They couldn’t be real. They couldn’t-
With a shaky step forward, his olive eyes fixated on the closest one to him - Leon Kuwata. On the verge of tears Makoto reached out, movements wavering as if he was afraid that the other boy would disappear at any moment.
“L…Leon?”
Leon looked up, taken aback by the speed with which this guy had entered the room and the way he was acting. He eyed the boy, taking a step back instinctively. "What? How did you--?" It wasn't that weird that someone knew his name, he supposed, but to talk to him as though they were close like that?
He shifted his weight uncomfortably, studying him. This entire situation was really starting to give him the creeps.
"What's up with you man? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Leon shifted, mumbled something unintelligible, and then: "Thanks for helping me out during that...'killing game.' I owe you, man." [11037-rockstar]
“Yeah? It’s fine. It’s pretty much my job to stop idiots from doing stupid shit.“ He didn’t voice his true feelings, (it’s good you didn’t get hurt, please don’t say you owe me), falling back into his go to prickliness instead.
@11037-rockstar
Leon immediately huffed and rolled his eyes, reminded of why he hadn't liked this guy when they initially met. "I'm not an idiot, man! Shut up."
I know this is a very weird pair but what if I ♠️ with my Leon ~plato soulmates need appreciation~
//no no that’s cute and good! they’re both trying to carve out a space in the school outside “baseball” and “luck”, i think leon would really help nagito accept themself and get to be healthier :)
Komaeda has always been able to determine platonic soulmates for other people. Of course, they haven’t been able to find any for themself, but they’ve assumed this is just because of how their talent works. They’d never have the luck to have their own soulmate. Ibuki hadn’t noticed a romantic soulmate for them either, so they’ve decided to “accept” their lack of any soulmates.
A new class comes in, and Komaeda is pulled by Ibuki to figure out if anyone has any soulmates in that class. She excitedly goes off towards one of the boys, clearly having found his soulmate already, leaving Komaeda to quietly observe the class.
Komaeda finds themself drawn to one member of the class in particular. His bright red hair and infectious smile stand out. It’s a very similar feeling to the sensation they get between the platonic soulmates in the group…is it possible that they have their own, finally? They decide to be optimistic and try to approach the boy.
“Hello there! I like your style…I don’t recognize you from any of the information we’ve been given on your class, though. I’m Komaeda Nagito, who are you?” they ask.
Leon looks over from where he was chatting with Naegi and Maizono, directing a friendly grin at the stranger. A warmth makes its way into his chest and he feels an intense pull to them.
“Thanks man!” he responds with a light laugh, “Leon Kuwata. What’s up?”
Komaeda smiles back. “I just like to get to know everyone.” they say. They’re still not sure what to say, so they settle on saying “You seemed interesting. Though…I do remember your name. Decided to do something other than baseball here? I have to admire that. I have a title I’m trying to shed myself.”
Leon tilts his head, nodding at Komaeda after a moment. "Yeah, 'm gonna be a rockstar, y'know? Gotta look the part to be the part!" He's curious about what title Komaeda would want to get rid of. He leans back against a desk slightly, raising his eyebrows. "What's your dream, then?"
There was blood everywhere.
The very air around him seemed tainted with the taste of iron, heavy and flooding his vision with a bright pink. Pink, and yet he knew- he knew it was blood. The walls and floor were caked in the sickly colour, the stains dry and old and yet somehow dripping.
And they were there.
Makoto stood frozen as the battered, almost zombie-like forms of his classmates took shape before him. Some reaching and begging, begging for their lives, for a second chance - some staring and silent, eyes accusatory. As if asking him why… why them, and not him?
A question he’d asked himself so many times, and yet never dared to voice to anyone but the ghosts around him-
“I-I…I’m sorry, I…” He took a step back, feeling smaller all of a sudden. Looking down confirmed his fears, as the sharp suit he’d once been wearing were replaced with his old hoodie and blazer combo.
Another nightmare. And yet, somehow, the knowledge that it was a nightmare didn’t make the experience any better.
Why, man? Why’d you have to do it?
Wide olive eyes flicked over to Leon, barely able to look the other boy in the face. The redhead’s voice was mismatched with the movement of his lips, lending an eerie quality to his movements. The sound didn’t even come from the other boy - it echoed in Makoto’s mind like a thousand screaming voices.
Makoto’s heart began to hammer in his chest, hyperventilation making him feel dizzy even in the dream itself. It was a dream. Just a dream-
“I’m sorry, I didn’t…everyone’s lives were…!”
Everyone’s lives… The ghostly form of Chihiro warbled, teary, blood running down their face from a horrible head wound, And yet, you left us…You all left us…
“I-I’m sorry-”
His world spun and turned white, the walls around him creaking and shrinking inward. The calm, lovely, smiling face of Sayaka filled his vision as she held out a hand to him, so serene and inviting -
You can still join us, Makoto. It’s not too late.
The shorter boy stumbled backward, breaking out in a cold sweat. And yet he had no time to contemplate her suggestion as his back hit a solid wall of muscle. A large hand took his arm in a painful grip, spinning him around to face a very, very angry Mondo Owada.
You know you shoulda been the one to croak. Ain’t no one here deserved it more than you, nobody!
It was guilt. He knew this - he knew, in the back of his mind behind all the terror and hatred they were spewing, that this nightmare was just his guilt. His despair at being unable to save everyone, at knowing he was the one who sent half of them to their deaths. He’d been through this with psychologists, with Kyoko and Byakuya. Survivor’s guilt.
Despair, that knife so close to his throat, one second more and he would have been with them again-
His heart began to sink, tears forming in his eyes. A nightmare. Just a dream, and yet it tore at his insides like a wild, trapped animal. He deserved it, he knew this, he should have done something-
The painful grip on his wrist loosened. Before he could register what was happening, the suffocating atmosphere dissipated. The howls and moans of pain and despair cut out, and through water-blurred eyes he saw them all again. His classmates, whole and unbloodied.
Mondo glared down at him, the expression holding a weight Makoto hadn’t seen before. Where their voices had once been clawing at the inside of his head, this time he heard it loud and clear-
“Then do something about it, nerd.”
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Makoto woke with a loud, high pitched yelp. He’d felt himself get shoved, then felt the sensation of falling forever and ever until he slammed back into consciousness.
He took a deep breath and sat up straight, eyes pinched closed as he tried to regulate his breathing. He knew that nightmare well…it’s one that stole his sleep away often, the specters of his classmates and his own survivors guilt torturing him even long after the killing game ended. Sometimes, even Kyoko was still dead in them.
He shuddered, cracking his neck and stretching out his arms. He didn’t feel too bad, considering he’d apparently fallen asleep at his desk again. With any luck, Hina wouldn’t give him too much of a hard-
A cold horror hit him, stealing his breath away once more as soon as he opened his eyes. The desks, the walls, the bolted windows - the classroom he’d woken up in back when the killing game started. The room was engraved into his mind, scarred over and unforgettable in the worst way.
He was there. Again.
“Wh…Wha?”
Makoto patted himself down, eyes darting rapidly over his own body. Smaller, and the clothes - oh god, it was just like then. His hair was fluffier, even.
He began to hyperventilate once more, shooting up out of his chair so quickly it fell over, making an ugly scraping sound echo through the room. His eyes darted about like a trapped animal, a tremor taking over his body. It felt so, so real-
But it couldn’t be real. It was a nightmare. Just a nightmare!
@11037-rockstar
Leon had woken up at a desk in a dark classroom with a large gap in his memory (How had he gotten there? Wasn’t he just...entering the school?) Despite his confusion, he’d been quick to get up and out into the hallway to figure out what was going on and entered the gym, put off by the complete lack of activity in the halls or anywhere else. It gave him an eerie feeling; something was off.
Now several minutes had passed and he’d introduced himself to everyone, all saying they’d had the same experience--waking up with no memory, being instructed to meet in the gym--and the pit in his stomach only grew. Something was really, really weird about this whole situation. And what were they waiting for?
As far as he knew, they were waiting for some sort of announcement. Leon tapped his foot impatiently, arms crossed across his chest. This wasn’t adding up. His eyes scanned these strangers--his class--from the middle of the room. Maybe the headmaster was holding an orientation for the new students? It would make sense...He decided to shove the weirdness of the situation to the back of his mind for now.
“Come on, what’re we waitin’ for?”
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Leon’s stomach dropped. He knew he had to face them eventually, but that didn’t help the fear of what they would say or do after what happened.
After a long moment of hesitation, he nodded. “I…alright, yeah.” He sat up and adjusted. “’m hungry anyways…” He tried to act like this was fine. Normal. Everything was as it should be and he didn’t just get condemned to death last night. He shut out the thought of Maizono, shooting up out of bed so fast that he nearly fell. He leaned back against it.
Chihiro quickly rushed to Leon’s side, so the latter could lean on him for support if he needed it. It was admittedly surprising to see Leon getting back up so quickly, but also a little concerning, considering his condition.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this? You don’t have to force yourself to come with me if you don’t want to, especially when you’re still healing.”
Leon helped himself up and nodded. “Yeah, I’m not a coward, man!” He tried to smile in his classmate’s direction, but even that movement hurt a little. He wondered how bruised he looked--if everything that ached was obvious on the outside. “’sides...kinda wanna hear what the bear’s got to say. He’s gotta be upset.” Honestly, Leon was a little suspicious at the lack of comment from him.
Is there anything I can do to help take your mind off it? *He's offered a hug.* 🍀
Leon hummed for a moment, accepting the hug before he turned to grab his guitar. "Lemme play something for you!" He grinned, completely avoiding the topic of what had happened.
His playing and singing voice were rough, but he was making progress in his practice and that was what counted.