i'm not that lonely anymore

Chiaki Nanami Role play blog for the Rules of Hope's Peak AU! A girl trapped in her own little world. i track the classydatacode tag!

[classydatacode]

thing

[sleepygamernanami-deactivated20]

((Mun's Ship List))

((This is a list of people I’m willing to ship Nanami with))

Mondo

Komaeda

Hinata

OCs

ISHIMARU

SOUDA

ANYBODY„„,

[lonely-blueblood-deactivated201]

{Smashing| classydatacode}

Sonia balanced a tray in her palms. Someone had left it outside one of the dorm rooms and she thought she’d go on ahead and take it back to the dining hall. There was a glass that had barely a sip of milk left in it and a plate that had only the crusts of a piece of bread on it. When she made it there, however, she noticed a girl sleeping soundly at one of the tables. The princess gasped quietly, noting the way her sky high heels tended to clack and click against the floor. 

She minded where she stepped, moving very carefully so she couldn’t awaken the sleeping girl. She made her way towards the sink towards the other end of the room…

Only to slip on the just recently scrubbed floor. She fell forward, the tray flying out of her hands and onto the ground with a loud ‘crash’. What once was a plate and a glass were a million, sharp little fragments instead. Sonia landed on her stomach and managed to get a long cut across her palm as a result of trying to save the plate. Well… this certainly didn’t happen to her everyday. It wasn’t like her to be so clumsy…

[classydatacode]

Chiaki flinched from the sudden crash to the floor, interrupting the dream that she was rather enjoying. She was a bit upset by this, as she turned to the source of the horrible noise. 

She noticed a rather, beautiful girl, stuck to the floor. She grumbled, because she was always grumpy when being suddenly awoken so abruptly. Yet, she couldn't put on a bad display, as usual, so she quickly got up, and stared at the girl, rubbing her eyes.

By the time she registered her surroundings, she realized that this girl, wasn't an ordinary beautiful girl. A higher up, probably. Based on the accusation, she quickly made way to help the girl. She quickly grabbed for the dustpan, and began sweeping the shards into it. With ragged breathing, she turned to the princess, extending her hand out.

"A-Ah...are you alright, miss...?"

She was still a little tired, and yawned after her words.

[little-mud-blood]

{ Lost Little Lamb | classydatacode }

[little-mud-blood]

Fukawa tilted her head slightly, a perplexed expression on her face. How could this girl speak so genuinely, straight from the heart? The thought of doing so herself terrified her; what if someone made fun of her for speaking her mind? It had happened before… and she wasn’t ready for it to happen again.

"…For me? I don’t need your sympathy, nor y-your thoughts…" She spat, looking over her papers once more to make sure they were in order. Then, she shifted on her heels, hugging the papers close to her chest and looking past the girl’s shoulder to the room just across the hall. Would it really be that bad to just make a break for it…?

Looking back once more to the girl, some bangs fell into her eyes, though she did not brush them aside. Perhaps if she left them where they hung, she could become partially invisible. If only.

"B-but fine… I guess I’ll f-finish writing it. I can’t write at all though when you’re standing in my way…"

[classydatacode]

It was only the expected reply of the girl, after all, Chiaki had gotten down her personality on this conversation, so it wasn't so suprising. She had been naive to think she could break through her so easily. Maybe she should just drop it already...she wasn't that good of a person, and she sure as hell wasn't an inspiring person at all.

She still kept her gaze on her, examining Fukawa. Her movements were small, delicate, and precious. Yet, the girl was threatening, in a way. Anti-social maybe? This girl..was lonely, only someone else who was just as lonely...could notice that. Chiaki only then realized the girl needed her space.

She reluctantly moved to the right to create room for the girl to walk away.

"...I-I'm Sorry. Yeah, finish it. I'll..be in my room....I hope..we can meet again soon."

She tried to give her warmest smile.

[classydatacode]

Self - Deprecating | fortunespendulum

[fortunespendulum]

Coming across any new face within the orphanage was a cause for piqued interest and so Komaeda leveled gray green eyes on the girl, now known to be called Nanami, with a curious tilt to his head. "Nagito Komaeda," Came the simple reply before the corners of his eyes crinkled in a furthered smile and he bent up his forearm from where it it had been gripping his other arm to brace against his chin.

"Since I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting you before this, and that you seem a bit nervous, do you happen to be new? Really it doesn’t happen often but if so you’d be the second in a short span of time." The faintly pink haired girl did seem antsy, if her occasional stuttering was any clue, and he was even more so curious at this point. If she was indeed new being pleasant himself was probably appreciated.

[classydatacode]

This boy..seemed simple. Simple was good. She liked simple.

She couldn't keep her eyes off the way everyone moved, his smile was at least a bit comforting, she was awfully nervous for being the first approach again, and his quiet tone calmed her down, even if a bit. Nagito Komaeda...huh...it's got a nice ring, she tried it.

"Nagito...Komaeda...?"

It does have a nice ring.

She smiled, she liked the aura to some people, his was comforting too.

"Yeah....I'm new here. I-It's a bit..overwhelming..hah....."

She tried to stay firm in her spot, I'm squirming way too much, I look like a trainwreck...She awaited his reply, because she really wanted to hear that voice again. 

[little-mud-blood]

{ Lost Little Lamb | classydatacode }

[little-mud-blood]

Fukawa flinched as she saw the girl’s reaction—was she crying? Had Fukawa made her cry? She didn’t know how to react: comforting? Indifferent? Confusion and disarray stirred in her mind as she tried to think, and it resulted in silence.

She simply looked down at the papers that the girl had finally handed back, flipping a few of them front and back to make sure they were all there. Fukawa then looked up to the girl, her fingers lightly running over the ink of her thin, smooth handwriting.

"S-sorry…" she said when she had realized that she was silent for quite awhile. Why was she apologizing? What compulsed her to say such disgusting words? Dipping her head slightly, she continued, "I… I’m not sure if it’s worthy enough to be finished."

Suddenly, she felt something stir. At first, she assumed it was a simple stomachache. But she had not eaten anything that would upset her. It had to have been something else… she wanted it out, now. Brushing it aside, pushing it to the back of her mind, she wiped any hint of a smile she had on her face and frowned.

[classydatacode]

She was relieved that the girl hadn't snapped at her yet, and she tried to plaster a smile upon her face to mask the worries surging through her veins this very moment. 

"I-I don't think you had to apologize...but..it's fine...."

"But...you should totally finish it......"

Her voice trailed off again. She was completely lost on what to say. She was never good in these types of situations, or inspiring words, she liked things simple. Everything was simple. It was..better when it was simple. She gazed at the figure, she couldn't even imagine the type of imagination she could have, but we all that would've happened to the girl, it was probably hard now. She snapped back to reality to finish her statement.

"It..would make...It would make me happy...I-I've played..tons of games before..some which..had a poor ending...I think....even someone like you...I know there's so much more inside...so...I believe it's capable to be finished, if someone like you could help complete it...I-I'd...want to read it, for you...."

She trailed off again, as she had only spoken such small words to people here, that those sentences had worn her out. She smiled again, though, it was genuine. Real.

[little-mud-blood]

{ Lost Little Lamb | classydatacode }

[little-mud-blood]

Fukawa looked up, her gaze rising from her feet to the girl’s face when she had quickly responded “No!” Confused, she tilted her head and, for a moment, seemed genuinely surprised. It quickly faded to doubt. She.. liked it? There was just no way. She must have been faking it; she certainly wouldn’t be the first nor the last to do so.

"Stop entertaining yourself… t-trying to make me feel special when really I’m not. How cruel…."

Once more, Fukawa felt the need to reach for her papers, but the girl had stolen them from her. She now clutched onto them tightly, and she wondered if she’d ever get them back at this point. Disheartened by her, she took a few steps back, and looked past her towards the library. If she could just get there…

"W-whatever they… they were garbage anyways. Y-you can just keep them." As long as she still had her pen, she could write something new, perhaps even better than the trash she’d written previously. It still bemused her that this girl liked her writing so, but she had come to convince herself that it was all an act. 

[classydatacode]

Huh? The way this girl acted...kind of like how she was back in elementary school..Poor girl, whatever caused her to act like this must've been big. She stared down at the words written on the paper. I don't understand...this writing is amazing..for someone who's played video games all her life, this kind of writing can get me to even love reading. I don't understand...I don't...

Tears formed in her eyes for a bit, she couldn't stand this, it was awful, why did you do that, Chiaki? Ugh...

"T-That's not how I feel at all......T-This is amazing...you see, I never liked books or reading...but.."

She sighed. She knew she wouldn't be able to crack that shell. 

"Here....."

She handed the girl her writing back.

"Please finish this...what use is keeping a story that will never end..? And you had to have liked this..after all, you were planning to finish it..so....."

Her voice trailed off as she handed them back.

Guh...

[classydatacode]

Self - Deprecating | fortunespendulum

[fortunespendulum]

Komaeda’s wandering feet frequently carried him over a large portion of Hope’s Peak, looking to burn off any free time he came upon and make familiar rounds of the grounds. Usually it was any stray whim or curiosity that decided where he’d head to next and today the closed in spaces and wooden walls were growing just a bit stifling. To chase away this clinging cobweb of a feeling he ventured out into the cooling autumn air.

Though he didn’t pay a visit to the area often the gardens were always a pleasant sight with their vibrant flower blossoms and general greenery brightening up the gray sky above and the pale teen tucked his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket as he walked. In actuality it had begun to get a bit chilly and he idly wondered how much longer it would be until misty swirls would accompany his breaths at all times of the day, this thought was cut short, however, when a voice caught his attention.

"Hm? Oh, hello, yes I suppose I was doing just that," He replied amiably while turning his body towards the unfamiliar girl. "Also, I don’t believe we’ve met."

[classydatacode]

Phew...she was relieved it was a typical answer, there were...some faces that didn't look exactly pleasant. She wondered if she'd have to end up meeting them soon. She stared at the boy, watched his mouth move as he smoothly let his words out. Gah, was she weird, looking at everyone like this for such a time. It was her turn to reply.

"Ah.....we haven't....Oh! C-Chiaki Nanami....you..?"

The stuttering started again. If she could, she'd refrain herself from staring at everyone's physical features so much.

Idiot...

[little-mud-blood]

{ Lost Little Lamb | classydatacode }

[little-mud-blood]

She could’ve sworn her face and body was melting from the heat of embarrassment and, along with the awkwardness of the girl’s silence, only proved to make her more nervous and anxious. Fukawa drew her hands back, eyes a bit wide and feeling hurt and ignored—but she liked this feeling. It felt as though someone was finally giving her the punishment she deserved; to be ignored and outcasted, to be hurt.

By now, she relinquished her right to the papers and instead waited for the girl. When she began to speak and then trailed off, Fukawa realized that she had, in fact, begun to read. Panic swept through her, and she quickly brought her hand up to bite on her thumb in an effort to keep her composure.

Yes, it… it’s m-mine. It’s awful, isn’t it..? I u-understand. You can just give it b-back, and you won’t ever have to see it again. How stupid of m-me to… to let that fall into your hands. I’ll go put it in the trash, where it belongs…”

[classydatacode]

On instinct, she felt she had to be quick to comply, but as the words settled into her mind, she discarded that idea.

"N-No! In the trash....?"

She panicked, and you could see her sweat dropping firmly down her cheek, and she was looking all directions thinking of a reply. But, in time, she calmed down a bit, until her breathing collected itself. 

"No....I-I don't think it's trash........."

"It's fine....please don't...."

She firmly held onto the pieces of writing, waiting for the response.

[classydatacode]

Self - Deprecating | fortunespendulum

Chiaki found herself walking through the school again. It was almost like a daily routine, the place was just so damn fascinating. It hurts to miss a bit of the view of it, and the wonderful students she met here. The few she had already met were just the beginning of how weird..yet intriguing everyone was here, and she was about to experience the weird in the students. One particular student, actually. 

She had clutched her bag tightly, containing only a bunch of retro games and consoles, she had almost forgotten the bag many times here, it was getting disorienting. Having taking a look around the gardens, she noticed a boy hanging in the front of the school. Hm...Why not? I need to make the best impression as possible, after all...I need to make friends..yet being surrounded by all these amazing, excelling students, and their talents. She felt useless when she was presented in their presence, her talent wasn't the greatest of the bunch, and was often misinterpreted for SAHL lazy...

She approached the boy with an uneasy gaze. She was already making herself look bad.

"A-Ah....Hello..there. Are you enjoying the view, too...?"

[little-mud-blood]

{ Lost Little Lamb | classydatacode }

[little-mud-blood]

Disfigured and a bit wobbly on her feet, Fukawa brushed her hand aside and reached to use the wall as support. Although disoriented, she managed to rise to her feet with little help, though swayed from side to side when she had stood, and steadied herself with one hand promptly pressed against the wall. She noticed the girl in front of her had gathered her papers for her, and she quickly opened her arms and reached for them.

"Give th-them back…" she half-commanded, her voice a bit too weak to really speak with much force. However much she wanted to sprint off in embarrassment, she needed her papers back before she could do anything. She rethought her stance on this, shifting back a bit and appearing less threatening.

"U-um… I need them b-back." Hopefully the girl returned them before she had a chance to look a them; they were filled with page-upon-page of embarrassing dialogue and plot she wished she hadn’t written, and not to mention her name was on one of those pages buried within the stack. How humiliating it would be to have someone read her writing.

[classydatacode]

She was already lost in thought reading the fragile girl's writing, and only snapped back to reality  upon her second request for the papers. 

"Ah..S-Sorry! I was just...."

Her eyes rolled back onto the written pages, she concentrated again, reading the remainder of the page. She felt gulity not returning them right away, this girl's talent...it had to writing, the way everything is written, it's..different than anything she's read through. It makes her want to pick a book with this writing..but It couldn't of come from anyone else but the girl in front of her. She was sure the girl would scold her after this, what an embarrassing display...

"T-This is...your writing isn't it..?"

It's amazing...she wanted to say, but maybe that was too much, like she was obsessed, it would really put on a bad display.

[classydatacode]

more friends

[witheredroses-bloominghopes-blog]

A lot like her? Well that was a surprising thing to hear.  She did seem a bit more normal compared to everyone else though…

He let his expression of confusion fall from his face, replaced by a smile. She seems kind of lonely. I guess she must be to want to spend time with a mute. He thought, wondering how long it would be before he could actually hold a conversation with someone verbally. Oh well. No use worrying about it. His voice would return eventually.

He smiled a bit more and nodded happily, writing a short reply.

alright! that sounds like fun! 

[classydatacode]

A short breath of relief flew out of her mouth. She was happy that the boy understood, perhaps he felt her loneliness. Huh. This was a lot easier than I thought...I'm always over worrying. Guess it can't be helped. She was caught up on her own thoughts while gazing at the boy, the smile still planted on her face. Her mouth twitched, it switched to a frown, and she stared out the ground.

She whispered a soft "Sorry...." As she thought the way she looked at him was uncomfortable.

[foodchewer]

if you are reading this you are probably hella cool

[little-mud-blood]

{ Lost Little Lamb | classydatacode }

With the settling of the autumn leaves on the ground, her brown suede shoes crunched them against the pavement, the wind washing the remains away and spreading them throughout the orphanage. Fall’s golden and orange leaves brought with it uneasiness and discomfort; Fukawa normally stayed in her room during this time. With the constant noises outside her room, however, she soon realized she needed a much quieter place to study, read, and write. Stepping inside, she turned towards the library with a stack of papers held close to her chest and a pen tucked in the pocket of her skirt.

She rounded the corner and—wham!

Bone met bone and Fukawa felt herself knocked to the floor without any time to react, her glasses smeared across her face and resting on her forehead as opposed to her nose. The papers she once held in her arms were now scattered across the floor, some torn under her shoes and with dark footprint marks on them. For a minute, she sat in utter silence, attempting to regain her thoughts and mull over exactly what just happened.

When she’d come to her senses, she fixed her glasses and looked at the person she’d just bumped into. It took willpower to keep from tears from streaming down her face, though they were forming in her ducts. “H-hey, I…!” She looked to her papers, now a mess across the floor and out-of-order. In a distressed mumble, she quickly reached for the strewn papers and muttered, “My p-papers…! You… w-watch where you’re going!”

[classydatacode]

Almost immediatly after the contact, Nanami was worried about the girl's view upon her. Ugh, Nanami thought herself as such a nuisence for letting something like this happen. She reached down quickly, retreiving the papers she had caused to drop. She was hurriedly stacking them, and reached a hand out to help the poor braided girl up.

"M-My apologies...Miss......?"

She replied in her usual tone. It was getting much easier to be lax around new faces, though, her insides still felt humiliated. 

[sahlprince-blog]

{A Chance Meeting | Open}

[sahlprince-blog]

"Very well. I hope you enjoy Luwak. It is my absolute favorite." Kirigiri stated, beckoning the smaller aristocrat to follow her. She moved to the cupboards, opening the large pantry doors to search. After a brief moment, Kirigiri emerged with a petite black bag and a smile.

Coffee always made her more relaxed and that included being near it. Some said that it was a problem, an addiction. Kirigiri did not mind either way. She turned her purple eyes back on Chiaki. 

"Would you care to help make this with me?" 

[classydatacode]

"Ah....alright."

She was getting a bit sleepy, her eyes blinking one too many times. She rubbed them, but faint bags formed under her eyes. She hated her habit of getting tired so suddenly sometimes. It was hard to stay focused with such a problem. Figuring the coffee would help, she decided to help out. Besides, she should really put on a better impression for the higher up.

"Yeah...I'll help..........Sorry If I doze off......"

She immediately regretted her finishing words. But now, she was too drowsy to care.

[sahlprince-blog]

{A Chance Meeting | Open}

[sahlprince-blog]

Kirigiri held Chiaki’s gaze, waiting in the silence for Chiaki to reply. It was amusing to say the least. Her wry smile grew wider as Chiaki stuttered out a confirmation on her identity. It was not strange to have someone so tongue tied around her. Being the Prince had that effect on people and it was one she had grown quite accustomed to.

"How nice to finally make your acquaintance, Chiaki. What brings you to kitchen? Perhap you wish to partake in some coffee with me?" She offered. Kirigiri had no reason to be unfriendly to this girl. At least not yet.

[classydatacode]

Chiaki was getting used to this nervous routine of introductions. She left a note in the back of her head to work on that. It wasn't her fault Kirigiri's eyes were so hypnotizing. Though, Kirigiri's smiles were making it much easier to collect herself. She was a bit startled by Kirigiri's invitation, but she believed she could reply normally.

"Ah...of course..I'd love to share a drink or two......."

She was glad she was able to get it out smoothly.

[classydatacode]

making a new friend!

[sahlsyncophant-blog-blog]

Nidai blinked at first, seeming surprised by the gesture. It didn’t really happen to him often. He took her hand and shook it gently, his stony expression cracking into the slightest of smiles.

"Me too."

[classydatacode]

It's been a while, huh? Too long, actually. All the friends wishing her good luck as she moved to attend Hope's Peak. And finally, someone else to put her faith in. Maybe...she won't be the lowly, quiet girl in this world. For once, there was..this sense of worth.

"....It was nice meeting you. Really."

And she took off.