Ask the Writer Tsumiki Mikan

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[askthewritertsumiki]

Retirement Era

Moderator:

It’s been years since I’ve posted on this blog. I’ve grown past this blog, but I treasure the memories and people I’ve collaborated with. Writing here has really helped me with depicting character development and motivation.

That being said, I do feel weird about younger Danganronpa fans seeing my more explicit content with the advent of Danganronpa 2x2.

So I’ve decided to give some options for a final hurrah. A finale, if you will.

How should the blog end?

A week-long AMA of the moderator

A choose-your-own adventure where viewers vote on outcomes

Nothing, just close shop

A few posts about how I write for Mikan Tsumiki

Voting ended onOct 12, 2025

[askthewritertsumiki]

Hi sorry I’ve been missing in action . Work is stressful. Teaching with no guarantee that I’ll have a job in February was more stressful. Luckily I’ve got a position for the rest of the school year. I’ll probably only post on weekends though…

[fruitsoftheweb]

“Real-time collisions”

[supergameboytwo]

[mikumadds]

omg the guy who uploaded the original video posted this comment

[askthewritertsumiki]

WRONG BLOG WRONG BLOG!!!

[fruitsoftheweb]

“Real-time collisions”

[supergameboytwo]

[mikumadds]

omg the guy who uploaded the original video posted this comment

[askthewritertsumiki]

How are you doing today?

“I’m s-sorry I didn’t respond right away. I’ve been well, I think. Deadlines are always stressful. Most publishing companies want to push out a new product for the holidays to make sales. My new novel isn’t quite ready yet though.”

[askthewritertsumiki]

The tears aren't going to work love. Outside is good for you. Especially with this quarantine

Mikan hung her head, defeated. She put her mask on and threaded her hand into Junko’s.

“W-Where will we go?”

[askthewritertsumiki]

The woman’s eyes flicked nervously between the two woman. Mikan couldn’t be certain who she was more afraid of. Silently, she gave Junko the cup.

Anxiety and pity twisted in Mikan’s gut like a knife. “I’m sorry!” She blurted out to the woman.

“どうか私を一人にして下さい。” was her response.

Mikan felt her eyes tear up a bit as she backed up. God, why was she making it worse. “C-can we leave, Junko?”

[ask-the-monster-nest]

Junko sighed and nodded and took them both back to the apartment. "What the fuck was that nonsense. I mean I know what I did. But it's not like I was playing to hurt that bitch." She was clearly mad about the whole situation and slumped down on the nearby couch. "Like seriously that was bullshit. Maybe I should have bitten her to give her something to really be scared about!"

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan bit at her lip and wrung her hands. Anxious, cruel thoughts bombarded her mind. She knew that the woman was scared of Junko; who in this area wouldn’t be at least a little wary of the former Ultimate Despair? Combined with her vampirism and bold personality, Junko was an intimidating woman. But there was something more to the tremor in the vendor’s hands. Mikan did not know whether she should cry or revel in the realization.

[ask-the-monster-nest]

Junko looked over at Mikan. "Are you going to come sit down with me? Or you mad at me to? Sorry I suggested we go out. It wasn't the romantic date I wanted it to be" She sighed.

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan started to panic. Did Junko think she didn’t appreciate her? “N-no! I’m sorry! I c-can’t believe I made you feel like that. I’m so st-stupid for not appre–appreciating you! It’s my fault!”

Mikan tugged at her hair. Why was Junko so blurry? She blinked, and felt the reason drip down her cheek.

[ask-the-monster-nest]

Junko blinked and got up to walk over to her wife. She hugged her. "No love your fine. I'm just angry at people in general not you. Please calm down ok." She lifted her face to kiss her lips. "I could never be mad at you. You would definitely know"

[askthewritertsumiki]

As soon as Junko hugged her, everything felt right again. At least, the incident with the woman at the coffee stand was set aside. Mikan still felt guilty for making Junko have to get up. “I’m sorry…I m-made you worry now…”

“Never? Are you sure?”

[ask-the-monster-nest]

She decided to joke in response, "Well I do get cranky when you steal the covers." She chuckled and kisses Mikan again. "Your fine love. I'm not upset. Your wellbeing is more important then me waiting for you to come sit with me"

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan almost burst into another apology, but was quickly cut off by another kiss. She could hardly believe how fast the thoughts fluttered out of her mind. How could she think such anxious thoughts when Junko was banishing them with just a simple touch.

“If you say so…th-then I’ll believe you,” Mikan murmured.

[ask-the-monster-nest]

"Good." Junko smiled and picked up Mikan and carried her over to the couch and sat down. "So now what should we do love?"

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan squeaked, but didn’t struggle. In Junko’s arms, Mikan knew nothing could touch her. No bullies or bad memories could even come close. It was something she always loved about her Beloved. Mikan often wondered if it was a superpower of hers.

“Um…m-maybe we could read together? If you’d like, that is.”

[ask-the-monster-nest]

"Sounds good to me. What should we read? A romance? A mystery? Or horror?" Junko looked at the bookshelves around the room. "Lets read a mystery."

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan smiled, content in Junko’s lap. A dreamy expression crossed her face; oh, how divine it was for Junko to indulge her like this! She always seemed to know how to make Mikan feel important and valued. Someone actively seeking out Mikan’s interests was not common. Warmth radiated from her chest and spread to her cheeks.

“Mh…w-well, a mystery? I h-have some thriller novels. Mystery novels do not seem to come without some form of murder, s-so we may be getting horror too.”

[ask-the-monster-nest]

"Sounds good to me. I don't mind. I'm not a scaredy cat. I will protect you from anything that tries to hurt you." Junko let her go enough so she could grab the book and then snapped her finger to make some finger foods and drinks appear..

[askthewritertsumiki]

“B-but what if I want to p-protect you?” Mikan stumbled over her words. To an outsider, it would seem like Mikan would be incapable of protecting anything. But even with her meek demeanor, Junko would know exactly what she was capable of.

“Ah…hm, c-can you—um, will you please promise me that you will tell me if you get bored?”

[askthewritertsumiki]

Clover showed up at Mikans door but she wasn't alone. She had brought her Cat daisy and her new coworker. Mikhail looked around as they waited for the writer to answer the door.

@ask-silent-death

“C-clover! It’s so nice to see you!” Mikan gasped in the open doorway. How long had it been? Since her wedding? She smiled warmly, thrilled to see her friend again.

“I’m so happy to see you. Please come in!”

@ask-silent-death

[ask-silent-death]

Clover smiled walking in and put daisy down on a chair. "Hey Mikan. How's married life going?" Mikhail looked around and then held out his hand. "My name is Mikhail Morozov. I just started to work with miss Clover."

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan was a bit guarded at first. She hesitated before reaching out to shake Morozov’s hand. Her grip wasn’t firm, and she seemed unsure.

“It’s n-nice to meet you….my name is…is Mikan Enoshima.”

Feeling a bit awkward, she pulled her hand back and gave a short, stiff bow. “P-privet?”

Turning back to the only comforting figure in the house, Mikan smiled and poked her fingers together. “It’s r-really nice! Ehehe, I’m so happy with Junko. She’s such a kind and loving person.”

[ask-silent-death]

Mikhail looked confused and but then shrugged. "No need to be scared. I'd never hit a woman or anything. Unless you were a enemy." He moved to sit down and started to pet Daisy again.

Clover smiled. "I see. I'm glad. I haven't seen my own wife in several months. But I know she's busy. So what else you been up to"

[askthewritertsumiki]

“Ah! I’m sorry! I was being st-stupid!” Mikan squeaked. Her hands came up to her face reflexively. She scurried around the house, trying to make herself useful as a host. Perhaps she could make up for her mishap with some tea.

“W-wait? You’re married?” Mikan’s jaw went slack. A million tiny thoughts raced through her mind. Did she tell her this before? Did Mikan throw out an invitation? Was she always married? Mikan immediately fell to her knees and bowed. “I’m sorry! P-please forgive me!”

[ask-silent-death]

Mikhail pulled a flask from his pocket and drank from it. It smelled like alcohol and cherries. "No need to be scared. I'm not a bad person."

Clover shook her head and pulled Mikan back up and into a hug. "Hey it's ok. I got married a long time ago. But I haven't seen her in forever." She points to the cat who was curled up next to Mikhail. "We adopted that cat together. She is like our child."

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan was going to protest, but the hug from Clover stopped her. She tensed up a bit, but soon relaxed. The only person she usually got hugs from was Junko.

“Hugs from friends feel…nice….” Mikan thought to herself.

As soon as Mikan finally registered the cat in her house her eyes lit up with glee. “Ko-koneko desu!” she cried out. She almost tripped over herself as she scrambled to get closer to the cat.

[ask-silent-death]

Mikhail shrugged and moved aside so Mikan could pet the cat. It was a tabby cat that seemed to love curling up next to people and the affection it got. Daisy looked up at Mikan and mewed.

Clover smiled and proceeded to look around the apartment and took care of any plants she found.

[askthewritertsumiki]

“Nya—!” Mikan mewed back at the kitten. She let the tiny cat sniff her hand before cautiously attempting to pet it. “Sh-she is so small…”

Mikan had only one plant, which was a small snake plant that sat on a table. Judging by the narrow and pale green leaves, this plant desperately needed some more sunshine.

[ask-silent-death]

"She is still a young cat so that is why. She's like my child." Clover smiled before looking at the plant and focusing her energy on it. She gave it the nutrients it needed and placed it by a window so it could soak up the sun.

Mikhail continues to watch Mikan. He hadn't heard anything bad about this woman because Clover said she was nice. Even Victor said she was nice. He murmurs something in Russian about Mikan seemed interesting.

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan’s knowledge of Russian was very basic; she knew a greeting or two from research for a novel, but not much else. Her first instinct upon hearing the foreign language is to fear that Mikail is gossiping about her. ‘N-no…I’m being silly…’ she thought to herself.

The snake plant perked right up at Clover’s touch, and the leaves seemed stronger and more vibrant.

[askthewritertsumiki]

Do you believe in ghost?

“I-I’m sorry I have not answered. P-please forgive me! I’m so sorry!”

“As for your que-question, I think ghosts are a romantic ideological way to not only carry the memory of the past, but to dissociate from reality. We all will die one day. The thought that some victims can gain justice through an afterlife must be comforting to those—“

“W-wait…I’m m-married to a vampire! Are there g-ghosts!?”

[askthewritertsumiki]

Clover showed up at Mikans door but she wasn't alone. She had brought her Cat daisy and her new coworker. Mikhail looked around as they waited for the writer to answer the door.

@ask-silent-death

“C-clover! It’s so nice to see you!” Mikan gasped in the open doorway. How long had it been? Since her wedding? She smiled warmly, thrilled to see her friend again.

“I’m so happy to see you. Please come in!”

@ask-silent-death

[ask-silent-death]

Clover smiled walking in and put daisy down on a chair. "Hey Mikan. How's married life going?" Mikhail looked around and then held out his hand. "My name is Mikhail Morozov. I just started to work with miss Clover."

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan was a bit guarded at first. She hesitated before reaching out to shake Morozov’s hand. Her grip wasn’t firm, and she seemed unsure.

“It’s n-nice to meet you….my name is…is Mikan Enoshima.”

Feeling a bit awkward, she pulled her hand back and gave a short, stiff bow. “P-privet?”

Turning back to the only comforting figure in the house, Mikan smiled and poked her fingers together. “It’s r-really nice! Ehehe, I’m so happy with Junko. She’s such a kind and loving person.”

[ask-silent-death]

Mikhail looked confused and but then shrugged. "No need to be scared. I'd never hit a woman or anything. Unless you were a enemy." He moved to sit down and started to pet Daisy again.

Clover smiled. "I see. I'm glad. I haven't seen my own wife in several months. But I know she's busy. So what else you been up to"

[askthewritertsumiki]

“Ah! I’m sorry! I was being st-stupid!” Mikan squeaked. Her hands came up to her face reflexively. She scurried around the house, trying to make herself useful as a host. Perhaps she could make up for her mishap with some tea.

“W-wait? You’re married?” Mikan’s jaw went slack. A million tiny thoughts raced through her mind. Did she tell her this before? Did Mikan throw out an invitation? Was she always married? Mikan immediately fell to her knees and bowed. “I’m sorry! P-please forgive me!”

[ask-silent-death]

Mikhail pulled a flask from his pocket and drank from it. It smelled like alcohol and cherries. "No need to be scared. I'm not a bad person."

Clover shook her head and pulled Mikan back up and into a hug. "Hey it's ok. I got married a long time ago. But I haven't seen her in forever." She points to the cat who was curled up next to Mikhail. "We adopted that cat together. She is like our child."

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan was going to protest, but the hug from Clover stopped her. She tensed up a bit, but soon relaxed. The only person she usually got hugs from was Junko.

“Hugs from friends feel…nice….” Mikan thought to herself.

As soon as Mikan finally registered the cat in her house her eyes lit up with glee. “Ko-koneko desu!” she cried out. She almost tripped over herself as she scrambled to get closer to the cat.

[ask-silent-death]

Mikhail shrugged and moved aside so Mikan could pet the cat. It was a tabby cat that seemed to love curling up next to people and the affection it got. Daisy looked up at Mikan and mewed.

Clover smiled and proceeded to look around the apartment and took care of any plants she found.

[askthewritertsumiki]

“Nya—!” Mikan mewed back at the kitten. She let the tiny cat sniff her hand before cautiously attempting to pet it. “Sh-she is so small…”

Mikan had only one plant, which was a small snake plant that sat on a table. Judging by the narrow and pale green leaves, this plant desperately needed some more sunshine.

[askthewritertsumiki]

The tears aren't going to work love. Outside is good for you. Especially with this quarantine

Mikan hung her head, defeated. She put her mask on and threaded her hand into Junko’s.

“W-Where will we go?”

[askthewritertsumiki]

The woman’s eyes flicked nervously between the two woman. Mikan couldn’t be certain who she was more afraid of. Silently, she gave Junko the cup.

Anxiety and pity twisted in Mikan’s gut like a knife. “I’m sorry!” She blurted out to the woman.

“どうか私を一人にして下さい。” was her response.

Mikan felt her eyes tear up a bit as she backed up. God, why was she making it worse. “C-can we leave, Junko?”

[ask-the-monster-nest]

Junko sighed and nodded and took them both back to the apartment. "What the fuck was that nonsense. I mean I know what I did. But it's not like I was playing to hurt that bitch." She was clearly mad about the whole situation and slumped down on the nearby couch. "Like seriously that was bullshit. Maybe I should have bitten her to give her something to really be scared about!"

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan bit at her lip and wrung her hands. Anxious, cruel thoughts bombarded her mind. She knew that the woman was scared of Junko; who in this area wouldn’t be at least a little wary of the former Ultimate Despair? Combined with her vampirism and bold personality, Junko was an intimidating woman. But there was something more to the tremor in the vendor’s hands. Mikan did not know whether she should cry or revel in the realization.

[ask-the-monster-nest]

Junko looked over at Mikan. "Are you going to come sit down with me? Or you mad at me to? Sorry I suggested we go out. It wasn't the romantic date I wanted it to be" She sighed.

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan started to panic. Did Junko think she didn’t appreciate her? “N-no! I’m sorry! I c-can’t believe I made you feel like that. I’m so st-stupid for not appre–appreciating you! It’s my fault!”

Mikan tugged at her hair. Why was Junko so blurry? She blinked, and felt the reason drip down her cheek.

[ask-the-monster-nest]

Junko blinked and got up to walk over to her wife. She hugged her. "No love your fine. I'm just angry at people in general not you. Please calm down ok." She lifted her face to kiss her lips. "I could never be mad at you. You would definitely know"

[askthewritertsumiki]

As soon as Junko hugged her, everything felt right again. At least, the incident with the woman at the coffee stand was set aside. Mikan still felt guilty for making Junko have to get up. “I’m sorry…I m-made you worry now…”

“Never? Are you sure?”

[ask-the-monster-nest]

She decided to joke in response, "Well I do get cranky when you steal the covers." She chuckled and kisses Mikan again. "Your fine love. I'm not upset. Your wellbeing is more important then me waiting for you to come sit with me"

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan almost burst into another apology, but was quickly cut off by another kiss. She could hardly believe how fast the thoughts fluttered out of her mind. How could she think such anxious thoughts when Junko was banishing them with just a simple touch.

“If you say so…th-then I’ll believe you,” Mikan murmured.

[ask-the-monster-nest]

"Good." Junko smiled and picked up Mikan and carried her over to the couch and sat down. "So now what should we do love?"

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan squeaked, but didn’t struggle. In Junko’s arms, Mikan knew nothing could touch her. No bullies or bad memories could even come close. It was something she always loved about her Beloved. Mikan often wondered if it was a superpower of hers.

“Um…m-maybe we could read together? If you’d like, that is.”

[ask-the-monster-nest]

"Sounds good to me. What should we read? A romance? A mystery? Or horror?" Junko looked at the bookshelves around the room. "Lets read a mystery."

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan smiled, content in Junko’s lap. A dreamy expression crossed her face; oh, how divine it was for Junko to indulge her like this! She always seemed to know how to make Mikan feel important and valued. Someone actively seeking out Mikan’s interests was not common. Warmth radiated from her chest and spread to her cheeks.

“Mh…w-well, a mystery? I h-have some thriller novels. Mystery novels do not seem to come without some form of murder, s-so we may be getting horror too.”

[askthewritertsumiki]

Clover showed up at Mikans door but she wasn't alone. She had brought her Cat daisy and her new coworker. Mikhail looked around as they waited for the writer to answer the door.

@ask-silent-death

“C-clover! It’s so nice to see you!” Mikan gasped in the open doorway. How long had it been? Since her wedding? She smiled warmly, thrilled to see her friend again.

“I’m so happy to see you. Please come in!”

@ask-silent-death

[ask-silent-death]

Clover smiled walking in and put daisy down on a chair. "Hey Mikan. How's married life going?" Mikhail looked around and then held out his hand. "My name is Mikhail Morozov. I just started to work with miss Clover."

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan was a bit guarded at first. She hesitated before reaching out to shake Morozov’s hand. Her grip wasn’t firm, and she seemed unsure.

“It’s n-nice to meet you….my name is…is Mikan Enoshima.”

Feeling a bit awkward, she pulled her hand back and gave a short, stiff bow. “P-privet?”

Turning back to the only comforting figure in the house, Mikan smiled and poked her fingers together. “It’s r-really nice! Ehehe, I’m so happy with Junko. She’s such a kind and loving person.”

[ask-silent-death]

Mikhail looked confused and but then shrugged. "No need to be scared. I'd never hit a woman or anything. Unless you were a enemy." He moved to sit down and started to pet Daisy again.

Clover smiled. "I see. I'm glad. I haven't seen my own wife in several months. But I know she's busy. So what else you been up to"

[askthewritertsumiki]

“Ah! I’m sorry! I was being st-stupid!” Mikan squeaked. Her hands came up to her face reflexively. She scurried around the house, trying to make herself useful as a host. Perhaps she could make up for her mishap with some tea.

“W-wait? You’re married?” Mikan’s jaw went slack. A million tiny thoughts raced through her mind. Did she tell her this before? Did Mikan throw out an invitation? Was she always married? Mikan immediately fell to her knees and bowed. “I’m sorry! P-please forgive me!”

[ask-silent-death]

Mikhail pulled a flask from his pocket and drank from it. It smelled like alcohol and cherries. "No need to be scared. I'm not a bad person."

Clover shook her head and pulled Mikan back up and into a hug. "Hey it's ok. I got married a long time ago. But I haven't seen her in forever." She points to the cat who was curled up next to Mikhail. "We adopted that cat together. She is like our child."

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan was going to protest, but the hug from Clover stopped her. She tensed up a bit, but soon relaxed. The only person she usually got hugs from was Junko.

“Hugs from friends feel…nice….” Mikan thought to herself.

As soon as Mikan finally registered the cat in her house her eyes lit up with glee. “Ko-koneko desu!” she cried out. She almost tripped over herself as she scrambled to get closer to the cat.

[askthewritertsumiki]

Clover showed up at Mikans door but she wasn't alone. She had brought her Cat daisy and her new coworker. Mikhail looked around as they waited for the writer to answer the door.

@ask-silent-death

“C-clover! It’s so nice to see you!” Mikan gasped in the open doorway. How long had it been? Since her wedding? She smiled warmly, thrilled to see her friend again.

“I’m so happy to see you. Please come in!”

@ask-silent-death

[ask-silent-death]

Clover smiled walking in and put daisy down on a chair. "Hey Mikan. How's married life going?" Mikhail looked around and then held out his hand. "My name is Mikhail Morozov. I just started to work with miss Clover."

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan was a bit guarded at first. She hesitated before reaching out to shake Morozov’s hand. Her grip wasn’t firm, and she seemed unsure.

“It’s n-nice to meet you….my name is…is Mikan Enoshima.”

Feeling a bit awkward, she pulled her hand back and gave a short, stiff bow. “P-privet?”

Turning back to the only comforting figure in the house, Mikan smiled and poked her fingers together. “It’s r-really nice! Ehehe, I’m so happy with Junko. She’s such a kind and loving person.”

[ask-silent-death]

Mikhail looked confused and but then shrugged. "No need to be scared. I'd never hit a woman or anything. Unless you were a enemy." He moved to sit down and started to pet Daisy again.

Clover smiled. "I see. I'm glad. I haven't seen my own wife in several months. But I know she's busy. So what else you been up to"

[askthewritertsumiki]

“Ah! I’m sorry! I was being st-stupid!” Mikan squeaked. Her hands came up to her face reflexively. She scurried around the house, trying to make herself useful as a host. Perhaps she could make up for her mishap with some tea.

“W-wait? You’re married?” Mikan’s jaw went slack. A million tiny thoughts raced through her mind. Did she tell her this before? Did Mikan throw out an invitation? Was she always married? Mikan immediately fell to her knees and bowed. “I’m sorry! P-please forgive me!”

[askthewritertsumiki]

Clover showed up at Mikans door but she wasn't alone. She had brought her Cat daisy and her new coworker. Mikhail looked around as they waited for the writer to answer the door.

@ask-silent-death

“C-clover! It’s so nice to see you!” Mikan gasped in the open doorway. How long had it been? Since her wedding? She smiled warmly, thrilled to see her friend again.

“I’m so happy to see you. Please come in!”

@ask-silent-death

[ask-silent-death]

Clover smiled walking in and put daisy down on a chair. "Hey Mikan. How's married life going?" Mikhail looked around and then held out his hand. "My name is Mikhail Morozov. I just started to work with miss Clover."

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan was a bit guarded at first. She hesitated before reaching out to shake Morozov’s hand. Her grip wasn’t firm, and she seemed unsure.

“It’s n-nice to meet you….my name is…is Mikan Enoshima.”

Feeling a bit awkward, she pulled her hand back and gave a short, stiff bow. “P-privet?”

Turning back to the only comforting figure in the house, Mikan smiled and poked her fingers together. “It’s r-really nice! Ehehe, I’m so happy with Junko. She’s such a kind and loving person.”

[askthewritertsumiki]

Clover showed up at Mikans door but she wasn't alone. She had brought her Cat daisy and her new coworker. Mikhail looked around as they waited for the writer to answer the door.

@ask-silent-death

“C-clover! It’s so nice to see you!” Mikan gasped in the open doorway. How long had it been? Since her wedding? She smiled warmly, thrilled to see her friend again.

“I’m so happy to see you. Please come in!”

@ask-silent-death

[askthewritertsumiki]

The tears aren't going to work love. Outside is good for you. Especially with this quarantine

Mikan hung her head, defeated. She put her mask on and threaded her hand into Junko’s.

“W-Where will we go?”

[askthewritertsumiki]

The woman’s eyes flicked nervously between the two woman. Mikan couldn’t be certain who she was more afraid of. Silently, she gave Junko the cup.

Anxiety and pity twisted in Mikan’s gut like a knife. “I’m sorry!” She blurted out to the woman.

“どうか私を一人にして下さい。” was her response.

Mikan felt her eyes tear up a bit as she backed up. God, why was she making it worse. “C-can we leave, Junko?”

[ask-the-monster-nest]

Junko sighed and nodded and took them both back to the apartment. "What the fuck was that nonsense. I mean I know what I did. But it's not like I was playing to hurt that bitch." She was clearly mad about the whole situation and slumped down on the nearby couch. "Like seriously that was bullshit. Maybe I should have bitten her to give her something to really be scared about!"

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan bit at her lip and wrung her hands. Anxious, cruel thoughts bombarded her mind. She knew that the woman was scared of Junko; who in this area wouldn’t be at least a little wary of the former Ultimate Despair? Combined with her vampirism and bold personality, Junko was an intimidating woman. But there was something more to the tremor in the vendor’s hands. Mikan did not know whether she should cry or revel in the realization.

[ask-the-monster-nest]

Junko looked over at Mikan. "Are you going to come sit down with me? Or you mad at me to? Sorry I suggested we go out. It wasn't the romantic date I wanted it to be" She sighed.

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan started to panic. Did Junko think she didn’t appreciate her? “N-no! I’m sorry! I c-can’t believe I made you feel like that. I’m so st-stupid for not appre–appreciating you! It’s my fault!”

Mikan tugged at her hair. Why was Junko so blurry? She blinked, and felt the reason drip down her cheek.

[ask-the-monster-nest]

Junko blinked and got up to walk over to her wife. She hugged her. "No love your fine. I'm just angry at people in general not you. Please calm down ok." She lifted her face to kiss her lips. "I could never be mad at you. You would definitely know"

[askthewritertsumiki]

As soon as Junko hugged her, everything felt right again. At least, the incident with the woman at the coffee stand was set aside. Mikan still felt guilty for making Junko have to get up. “I’m sorry…I m-made you worry now…”

“Never? Are you sure?”

[ask-the-monster-nest]

She decided to joke in response, "Well I do get cranky when you steal the covers." She chuckled and kisses Mikan again. "Your fine love. I'm not upset. Your wellbeing is more important then me waiting for you to come sit with me"

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan almost burst into another apology, but was quickly cut off by another kiss. She could hardly believe how fast the thoughts fluttered out of her mind. How could she think such anxious thoughts when Junko was banishing them with just a simple touch.

“If you say so…th-then I’ll believe you,” Mikan murmured.

[ask-the-monster-nest]

"Good." Junko smiled and picked up Mikan and carried her over to the couch and sat down. "So now what should we do love?"

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan squeaked, but didn’t struggle. In Junko’s arms, Mikan knew nothing could touch her. No bullies or bad memories could even come close. It was something she always loved about her Beloved. Mikan often wondered if it was a superpower of hers.

“Um…m-maybe we could read together? If you’d like, that is.”

[lxlacskies]

“Ah, crap-” thud. There was some noises before a sigh, “Wow, rude.”

Ahem

Suddenly this girl appears from the ground, she didn't look too pleased having fallen; dusting herself off she smiles,

“Hello! I'm Bonnie Kegamori! it's nice to meet you! I'm the ultimate hitwoman, or at least... one of em” She looks to the side laughing nervously before taking a deep breath in “But- that's neither here nor there!” She holds her hand out, swinging on her heals.

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[askthewritertsumiki]

“KYAAAAA—!”

Mikan was thrown out of her thoughts as the blur of a body came into her sight. She immediately stumbled backwards, trying to assess what just happened. This person…fell? From above?

Mikan would like to think that she made a series of hasty decisions within the next few moments to defuse the tension. The first “may have been” an accident, as one was bound to happen with her comically oversized shoelaces. With her steps backwards, Mikan’s foot got caught in the laces and she tumbled forward onto the ground.

“Eek! I’m s-sorry!”

[askthewritertsumiki]

The tears aren't going to work love. Outside is good for you. Especially with this quarantine

Mikan hung her head, defeated. She put her mask on and threaded her hand into Junko’s.

“W-Where will we go?”

[askthewritertsumiki]

The woman’s eyes flicked nervously between the two woman. Mikan couldn’t be certain who she was more afraid of. Silently, she gave Junko the cup.

Anxiety and pity twisted in Mikan’s gut like a knife. “I’m sorry!” She blurted out to the woman.

“どうか私を一人にして下さい。” was her response.

Mikan felt her eyes tear up a bit as she backed up. God, why was she making it worse. “C-can we leave, Junko?”

[ask-the-monster-nest]

Junko sighed and nodded and took them both back to the apartment. "What the fuck was that nonsense. I mean I know what I did. But it's not like I was playing to hurt that bitch." She was clearly mad about the whole situation and slumped down on the nearby couch. "Like seriously that was bullshit. Maybe I should have bitten her to give her something to really be scared about!"

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan bit at her lip and wrung her hands. Anxious, cruel thoughts bombarded her mind. She knew that the woman was scared of Junko; who in this area wouldn’t be at least a little wary of the former Ultimate Despair? Combined with her vampirism and bold personality, Junko was an intimidating woman. But there was something more to the tremor in the vendor’s hands. Mikan did not know whether she should cry or revel in the realization.

[ask-the-monster-nest]

Junko looked over at Mikan. "Are you going to come sit down with me? Or you mad at me to? Sorry I suggested we go out. It wasn't the romantic date I wanted it to be" She sighed.

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan started to panic. Did Junko think she didn’t appreciate her? “N-no! I’m sorry! I c-can’t believe I made you feel like that. I’m so st-stupid for not appre–appreciating you! It’s my fault!”

Mikan tugged at her hair. Why was Junko so blurry? She blinked, and felt the reason drip down her cheek.

[ask-the-monster-nest]

Junko blinked and got up to walk over to her wife. She hugged her. "No love your fine. I'm just angry at people in general not you. Please calm down ok." She lifted her face to kiss her lips. "I could never be mad at you. You would definitely know"

[askthewritertsumiki]

As soon as Junko hugged her, everything felt right again. At least, the incident with the woman at the coffee stand was set aside. Mikan still felt guilty for making Junko have to get up. “I’m sorry…I m-made you worry now…”

“Never? Are you sure?”

[ask-the-monster-nest]

She decided to joke in response, "Well I do get cranky when you steal the covers." She chuckled and kisses Mikan again. "Your fine love. I'm not upset. Your wellbeing is more important then me waiting for you to come sit with me"

[askthewritertsumiki]

Mikan almost burst into another apology, but was quickly cut off by another kiss. She could hardly believe how fast the thoughts fluttered out of her mind. How could she think such anxious thoughts when Junko was banishing them with just a simple touch.

“If you say so…th-then I’ll believe you,” Mikan murmured.