eh? shsl … ` luck ` is the only one who couldn’t be brought back — ?
mou, kamukurasenpai, she’s WOUNDED. she hadn’t expected you to
give in that easily . . . especially not after how kind she’s been to you,
ah, forgetting her like that really is cruel…!
it’s a conclusion so booo—ring, she’s actually a little bit surprised by
it. does it mean her analytic skills are lacking...? ( –hah, guess again,
bitches. ) / “ i had high hopes for you, senpai. ”
• • •
but just which one is she referring to...? upupu, maybe when you
die & land up with her, you’ll figure it out. until then, however ...
passive aggressive interactions with komaedasenpai~
ceaseless teasing with kamukurasenpai, one and only…!
quite resentful towards hinata. she was amused for a bit, but really, he and kamukurasenpai are nothing alike… he’s not even close to the opponent naegi was, but the expressions he makes are … quite lovely. especially considering that he’s got those eyes and that voice and uwah, let’s just say enoshima’s especially sadistic when it comes to reserve kid hinata hajime.
ikusaba mukuro is no boy, but with those hobbies and that stench, haha! (TBA.)
he won’t honor that with a response. he might have tried in the past,
but he knows now. he knows how far gone this despairing excuse of
an existence is.
she is no super high school level, no. she doesn’t deserve it.
& there is no way a mere response could placate such vermin.
pitiful creatures like this … really are disgusting.
yet the perfect opportunity presents itself here.
/ / * *
“remnant of despair? me?
enoshima, please. my throat will hurt if i laugh
too much.” he’s no remnant, he assures you. hah.
ah, but you are komaedasenpai—! hope, despair,
whatever if is you choose to call it, doesn’t matter..!
you’re 100% remnant to her.
/ / * * “we’re more alike than you think, komaedasenpai— really, i see a lot of myself in you if i’m being completely honest.” spoiler alert, nagito: enoshima junko is never completely honest. she wonders if he – as meticulous and brooding as he is – will take offense to such a comparison, but then again ... it doesn’t matter.
he’ll always be hers, no matter what path he chooses;
so from now until the end, she will find solace in that
hostile expression of his.
HE’S TOO TIRED TO move; there’s a great wave of shame washing over him, & he already knows what she’ll say if he runs away again: he deserves this. he deserves to be stepped on, he deserves to be ridiculed, he deserves to be confronted. he’s so pathetic.
he wanted to be known as MITARAI, the one who created the anime that saved humanity, the one who defeated despair with his work alone, the one who was worthy of a second chance. now he’d be lucky to have the name “ RYOUTACHAN ” scratched onto a dusty dog-bowl resting at the foot of enoshima junko’s chair.
( in the end, he can’t even save himself. )
AS SHE APPROACHES HIM, he knows that he should be doing something with this useless body of his. attacking. screaming. writhing away. anything, really. but instead, he remains still – completely quiet, completely apathetic, completely terrified. at this point, if she kills him, it’d probably be for the best. there’s a weak, clingy part of him that still fears death, but is there really a point in trying anymore…—? there’s no real reason for him to live at this point. no great “saving anime” to live for. no great “hope” to attain. ah, and it’s not like he has anyone to live for either. his “friends” are already dead. thanks to him. thanks to him and his fucking cowardice.
great going, mitaraikun! way to save the world! haha.
AND THEN SHE BEGINS WITH ROUND TWO of her sick despair-inducing scheme. he doesn’t even flinch as she touches him. ( no, he did. he twitched. he twitched, but he did not jolt away. he flinched. ) and of course, the way she goes about it is far worse than any other possible agonizing sensation she could have inflicted upon him. far worse than kicking, punching, stabbing, strangling, burning, electrocuting, drowning, killing. far, far worse. “despair is unknown” she had once said, but little did he realize how much weight those words carried. this type of tender touch … this sort of twisted affection … it’s despair, without a doubt. it’s despair at its very worst.
⟨ ❛ ryoutachan, you’re so QUIET & WELL-BEHAVED —— !!
really, i wonder why i haven’t thought of using you before.
ah, you’re so submissive, ryoutachan. — you’re so quick to
surrender, but as pathetic as you are, it’s makes you SMART.
ah, you and i are going to do some great things, you know. ❜ ⟩
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ryoutachan, ryoutachan~ she’s really enjoying this. seeing him tense, seeing his eyes squeeze shut as if he’s actually scared of her... he is though—! and that’s what makes him so entertaining. the way he moves, the faces he pulls, the emotions he shows her whether he means to or not — no need to hide anything, RYOUTACHAN, you’re 1•0•0•% predictable in her all-seeing eyes! predictable, predictable, predictable.
the stiffness in his back muscles when she rolls her knuckles into them? predictable. his sudden twitch as her lips gently tickle his neck? predictable. the way his breathing stops when her hands pause to linger around his neck? completely & absolutely bo—ring! she’s stealing his lines again, but that’s quite alright, isn’t it... boring.
WAIT, HOLD UP, PAUSE. she pulls back abruptly, clacking her
fingernails against his collarbone ( ——it’s a TEENSY reminder
her nails could draw blood just as easily as her trusty heels ).
if it’s boring then just CHANGE it...!! there’s no need to play by
the world’s rules when you can simply MAKE UP your own—!!
❛ hey. relax your shoulders, or i’ll pull out your tongue. ❜
it’s very satisfying to see how immediate his reaction is; tensing up in an attempt to stay relaxed. predictable as well, but alas! ever since kamukurasenpai and naegikun and, oh what the hell, she’ll even through HIM(shsl luck wannabe) into the mix... it’s honestly hard to find good plot-twist characters. just make do with what’s given, babe~ she’ll treat mitarai to another smile because that’s just what SHSL MODELS do, isn’t it—? really though, if he’s scared now, he should just wait to see what she has in store for him. murders, betrayals, ara ara true heart-thumping despair! if he thinks this is bad, just wait—:
she’s going to break him; again and again and again. hurling verbal abuse alongside saccharine smiles, finding new ways to push him to the limits, repeating the cycle... her mind can speed through perhaps a trillion possibilities, right here right now, all while she gently threads her free hand through his hair and sighs quietly into his shoulder. and a three—two—one—
❛ ah, ryoutachan, i’m only kidding —— ! i already told you, the hard part
is over. we’re ALLIES now, remember? we’re SUPER allies, aren’t we?
no need to be so stiff, i promise! we’re on the same side here, after all. ❜
she shares another smile, though she doubts he can see. ah, whatever. just — use your IMAGINATION, ryoutachan— isn’t that what shsl animators are GOOD for...? don’t disappoint hope’s peak more than you already have! but since you’ve already killed all your friends, i doubt another act of TREASON on your end would add much to your sentence~ —which is another reason he needs her. because if he goes back, they’ll probably kill him. or torture him. or who knows what. hope’s peak really has changed, hm~? all thanks to him, upupu...
don’t worry about hope’s peak, ryoutachan. they won’t find you here. they won’t be able to save you or slaughter you—it’s the latter, by the way—they won’t be able to do any~thing~ because~ they’re~ all~ dead~ thanks~ to~ youuu~ sob, sniff, tear. GIVE HER A BREAK—!
—a fateful encounter indeed.
AH, upupu... did you really expect more
something EXCITING to happen
some great, life-changing PLOT TWIST — ?!
this story is INFESTED with words like “predictable” and “boring.”
there is no salvation. there is no plot twist. there is no good end.
but maybe... just maybe...
endings like this are more fitting, don’t you think? ♡
IT’S A LITTLE DISCONCERTING, the way her tone goes from intimidatingly sharp to lightly reassuring within seconds. It’s similar to an emotional rollercoaster, and once she stops speaking, he’s not entirely sure what exactly her final thoughts even were. (Or if the rollercoaster had even happened in the first place.) Was it maybe all in his head? No, no. She definitely had something embedded in her tone there – there was something that didn’t belong, something dark, something purposely condescending … But in the end, he couldn’t exactly place his finger on it. He’s feeling a little indignant, but that, too, wears away too quickly.
⟨ “ I’m a bit like that myself, Mitarai-kun. ” ⟩
That was… That was definitely a reassuring thing to say, right…?
❛ T…thanks. I guess. ❜ His eyes drift from the tea on the table to the bear in her hands. Cute. Cute, but equally off-putting. And despite this strange feeling of dread, Mitarai couldn’t stop examining the stuffed animal’s hashed-up features. A choppy sewing job. A haphazardly stitched-in slit of an eye. A smile that was half sweet, half terrifying. Just like this conversation.
There was something off about Enoshima Junko. Something oddly suffocating about her stare that forced his gaze away repeatedly; something about the precision of her words that made the hairs of his neck stand, and his stomach grow empty. Was he really… that easy to read…? —No. That wasn’t it. He had barely mentioned his school days before she brought this “confrontation” talk up. Maybe it was just a wild guess? Or her idea of small talk? Normal people don’t … talk like this.
But she did say she liked his anime…
So she certainly didn’t hate him, did she?
“I’m a bit like that myself, Mitarai-kun.”
❛ Enoshimasan. Sorry, if you don’t mind me asking—
…What’s your Super High School Level again? ❜
It’s just friendly conversation. He shouldn’t be this tense.
❛ super high school level fanservice. ❜
a poker face and a steady voice, matched with a body that certainly could pass off as an shsl fanservice character — that is, if HPA was actually willing to stoop that low. their reputation’s hurting enough with that bombing incident, and when she’s through with it, it’ll practically be nonexistent. but thats a story for another day. right now, enoshima has other crap to deal with. crap by the name of mitarai ryouta, to be exact.
« super high school level fanservice, w-w-wha— »
« y...you’re kidding, right...? » « n...no way.... »
————it’s not like his type of character has a lot of dialogue options here.
( INSERT BLATANT GODMODDING )
her lips curve into a small smile, and she resumes her speech only after she is certain he’s registered her words. aa, what a face…! upu, of course his ears would get that red that fast! ah, she’s only teasing, mitaraikun. really, relax—! ...for real though.
❛ haha, don’t tell me you actually imagined me as that, did you? ❜ enoshima asks, eyes widening as if she’s actually surprised. ❛ ne, did you really…? imagine this body all … —gross, gross! uber gross! —what hentai have you been watching, hm? ❜
another joke. maybe if she just keeps this up, she’d be able to break his confidence in no time. whatever remained of it, at least. send him down, keep him guessing, make him regret every word, every action, every thought, every bodily function voluntary or not— ah, but wait. she has other plans laid out for him. that’s right; until then, mitaraikun and junkonee are ultra mega BFFs, isn’t THAT swell—? she’ll flash him a look of concern, light and sweet, as if she actually cares that much for the reject recluse trope.
❛ mitaraikun, you should really relax more. you seem .... a lil’ on-edge, you know. really kills the atmosphere. ❜
HEADS UP that this blog isn’t even supposed to exist. you should always feel comfortable following/unfollowing blogs as you please, but this is just a heads up that if you want want to unfollow, go for it. no hard feelings at all.
i made some starters, but if you received one, there is ZERO PRESSURE to respond. no need to message me or say anything or force a reply (please do not force a reply). i s2g if an rp blog like this one made me a starter and made a post flat-out saying the blog’s existence is a joke, i wouldn’t force a reply either (pprobably i mean, but the point stays the same).
i appreciate you checking this place out, but for realz, don’t follow or reply unless you genuinely want to, this blog is #not legit, upupu...
❛ a bear outfit...? oh, how cruel... you’re not even on my side, and yet you’re
dressing up like that... and here i was, thinking i was original or something...
❛ …you should really be careful though... people are very sensitive these days...
kind of stupid of you to be wearing something like with all that’s happening...
you must have a death wish... or maybe you’re just an idiot... ❜
get real, and grow up, "SHINAMONOKUMA”—! she’s heard ALL about you, lil’ shsl mascot... if anyone’s unoriginal here, it’s you... cute outfit, mysterious person inside, charity drives, helping people in need... it’s boring, it’s boring, it’s bor— she’s not even upset at this point. just disappointed. that design’s a joke, and the creativity put into that name shinamonokuma is an insult to -kumas everywhere. really. how annoying.
❛ oh, boo-hoo —— the story of the identity-less, tubby freak who didn’t
have a name or face, so he just stole the lives of others—? i get that you
& mitaraikun are pals, but isn’t a little too cliché a story? ❜ ha. ha. ha—!
❛ ...well, that’s just what i think anyway. but really, though. must be a lonely
as hell life you’ve got there, porky. ❜
the most superficial of smiles is there to accompany the awful words spilling from the cherry-tinted lips of Enoshima Junko, the one & only SHSL Gyaru...! That’s a joke, don’t bother laughing. Ah, and no need to fret about your little guise being blown, Imposterkun...! It’s not like you can let something so OBVIOUS slide past HOPE’S PEAK ACADEMY’S elites, hmm—?
It might have been fun to piece the mystery (mystery..? hm.) together on her own, but that Mitarai kid really did a good spilling the beans. More than necessary, really. But even if he didn’t, apart from their clothes and body language, it’s a little obvious the two look NOTHING alike. Some great imposter, he is.
Another smile, another “friendly” jab—
❛ Really though, what’s up with you? You and Mitaraikun hooky pals or something? ❜
No need to lie, no need to fake—-Junkonee already knows everything..~
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