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small about me but if you wanna know more it will be under the cut! :D
SEA, (they/he/she), danganronpa enthusiast!!
SFW AND NSFW BLOG! MDNI WITH POSTS MARKED 18+!!!
REQUESTS: OPEN
Reader will be Gender Neutral unless specified otherwise!
BEFORE YOU REQUEST: please read my rules and boundaries, thank you!! :3
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About me!:
HELLO!
my name is Sea and I am genderfluid! (they/he/she)
I have been into danganronpa for 6 years, it is my special interest and current hyperfixation so I have been really into writing it recently hence this blog:3
My favorite DR character is Nagito Komaeda (kinda obvious) but other than that I have a lot of love for the whole cast ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
Despite mainly being into DR, I have many other interests and here is a small list if u wanna moot me based on these!:
YTTD, AOT, DDLC, Mystic Messenger, Adventure Time, NINAH, Creepypasta and many more…
Hello! Can I please get a ultimate imposter x fem!reader drabble? Reader's personality is introverted and serious. The prompt I'd like would be: reader gets physically hurt (not severely, like maybe she fell and scraped her knee) and imposter takes care of her wound and soothes her, only to have her asking him: "you always take care of everyone, but who takes care of you?". Is that ok?
I'd also like to ask you a question :) did you get into Danganronpa through Berleezy on youtube? I've also been in the fandom for 6 years and I got introduced to the franchise thanks to his let's plays
Ultimate Imposter (Byakuya Twogami) x Fem! Reader
A/N: hii anon! to answer your question: i am not fully sure! 😭 when i got into Danganronpa I was in middle school and it was just kind of the thing at the time, I remember one of my friends on discord had a kokichi profile picture and I was curious; i do think i watched some kind of let’s play but weather that was Berleezy or someone just playing through the game with no commentary i’m not so sure! i do however vividly remember watching kubz scouts play it cause i loved how he voiced nagito lol thank you for asking i love talking about my special interest <3
Everyone seemed to become friends after they had awoken from the Neo-World Program.
You supposed they were friends in the past, you just had never felt the connection to your classmates.
Even after practically being forced to trauma bond from the killing game you were all thrown into…you felt little for any of them.
It was hard to get close to any of them, they were so loud and obnoxious, not to mention pretty crazy.
You were taking your daily walk around the island, not wanting to be involved with what was going on at Hotel Mirai.
You were in Jabberwock park, admiring the way the sunlight filtered through the trees when you tripped-
You had caught yourself on your hands, but the damage was done. You had felt burning in your knee; alerting you that you had scraped it.
You shifted, looking behind you to see what you had possibly tripped on when you saw a screwdriver, mentally cursing Kazuichi.
You winced when you looked over at the damage, it wasn’t horrible, you recall a few times you had scraped your knee but it was always very unpleasant.
You looked closer trying to assess the damage when you heard someone behind you.
“Are you okay?”
They asked sharply, you turned around with a slight jolt, being met with Byakuya Twogami, more specifically, the ultimate imposter.
You nod, albeit, a bit meekly. Failing to hold eye contact with them for more than a few seconds.
“Fine..”
You say softly, They peek over and see your scrape, giving you a look that seems like they’re asking ‘really?’.
“Well, I mean, it stings…”
You deadpan, not exactly knowing what to say and they sigh.
“Go over to that bench.”
They say, gesturing to one of the benches hidden under the shade from a tree, you stare at them for a moment before abiding by their request, shimming over with them close behind you.
You sit down and they kneel in front of you, examining the scrape, being careful with the way they’re holding your leg.
“Tch, you should be more careful…”
They say, but not in a mocking way, more as in a scolding looking out for you way.
“It’s not like I was trying to trip…”
You say, they stay quiet, putting your leg down and rummaging through their pockets, they take out an alcohol wipe and a bandage.
“Normally I would try to fully clean the wound but…this will have to suffice for now.”
You watch as they take the wipe out of the wrap but hesitate slightly before they press it to your scrape.
“This…will probably burn, but if it hurts too bad just tell me to stop and I will.”
Their tone changed to something softer, more caring than the usual Byakuya persona you often find them in.
You nod, awaiting the sting.
They gently press it to your scrape and you bite your lip, trying your best not to focus on the sensation.
It only lasts a few moments before they finally finish cleaning the cut and you breathe out softly.
“You okay?”
They ask gently.
“Yes, I’m okay…”
You say, their eyes locked on yours.
“Good…”
They say, finally placing the bandage on your scrape, it’s a green one plastered with little dinosaurs.
It’s quiet between you two for a moment, neither of you knowing exactly what to say in order to fill the silence.
“Thank you…”
You start, not wanting to sit in the silence for much longer.
“You know…you always take care of everyone, but who takes care of you?”
It was a valid question, time and time again they had been the one to help your class when they were in intense bouts of despair; not to mention the fact that they were the only reason everyone in your class didn’t go crazy the moment it was revealed you were stranded on an island to kill each other.
They’re quiet for a moment, looking a bit surprised at your question and you swear you see a bit of pink tinge their cheeks-
“I— don’t need anyone to take care of me.”
They say, but it feels like they’re holding back, your gaze sharpens.
“Everyone needs someone to take care of them, even if they claim to be independent it’s nice to have someone to go to when things get tough.”
They seemed genuinely stunned, not knowing what to say- the facade cracking under your words.
You didn’t know why, but you felt compelled to comfort them.
“I mean..- I’m not the best at it but I could always try to be there for you?”
You suggest, wondering if it was maybe stupid to say something like that—
“I would like that…”
They say quietly, not quite able to meet your gaze with pink cheeks.
You smile to yourself, you hope you’ll get to see their facade crack again in the future…
Hello! If you're up for it, would like to request a Nagito x trans guy reader who hasn't medically transitioned yet and is scared of coming out (smut and comfort? Or reader finally asks Nagito out and is scared of being rejected, or whatever you want to write!) Thank you!
Nagito x Trans Male! Reader
MDNI THIS IS AN 18+ POST (I will not hesitate to block)
content warning: smut, internalized transphobia, fingering, both reader and nagito are implied to be switches
A/N: this ended up being really long! final wc was 3722 (´∀｀*)!! I think I took elements from everything in your request and squished them into this, I’m sorry if this wasn’t what you were asking for, I kept leaving and coming back to this because I was very stuck on how I wanted to write this, but I hope you enjoy!:)
You’ve been avoiding Nagito for a few days now.
Contrary to popular belief, it had nothing to do with anything he said or did. In fact, it was only because of an internal struggle you were currently facing.
You liked Nagito Komaeda, a lot.
The self-sacrificial island psycho who started drooling if you let him talk about hope for too long, that Nagito Komaeda.
You don’t think this would be an issue; Nagito was definitely gay in some capacity. You’re fairly confident that if you were to confess to him, he would probably accept.
There’s just something you can’t quite tell anyone, something you’ve been withholding from everyone on the island.
You trusted everyone, especially Nagito. Over the course of your time on this island you two have both grown very close, most people are judgemental of your choice in friendship with him- but they just don’t understand.
Nagito’s actions make more sense if you really analyze him, he doesn’t do things to intentionally be harmful to others; all of his actions are rooted in the hope for the wellbeing of everyone, he sees them all as his friends despite them not returning the sentiment.
After everyone woke up from the Neo-World program they were a lot softer on him, but he still didn’t have many people who willingly chose to spend their time with him, you were one of the only ones.
Spending all of your free time with someone really makes you grow closer to them, whether it was quietly reading together in the library or sitting on the beach admiring the waves you and Nagito usually couldn’t be seen without each other.
That was until last week.
Everything seemed normal (as normal as it could be with Nagito involved). The two of you decided to go to the diner before going to the small beach behind it.
Lunch with him was nice, typical conversation, nothing crazy. You’ve known that you have had a crush on him for a while, it probably started while you were still in the Neo-World Program, but you wouldn’t ever admit that.
However, you were perfectly content keeping your relationship the way it was! The two of you were close, there wasn’t any need to complicate things.
You made your way to the beach, not planning on getting in the water, but Nagito was.
Maybe you didn’t fully realize what that entailed, he started pulling his shirt over his torso and you felt yourself swallow.
He was so ghostly pale in a way that made him look ethereal. His collarbones always captivated you even when he was fully clothed, but something about how they looked right now made you feral.
He was so lean and frail with ribs that were very visibly protruding- you wondered if his ribs would crack from too much pressure.
“I’m sorry for subjecting you to something so unsightly…my weakness is reprehensible.”
He rasped softly; you think he’s a bit embarrassed.
You quickly snap out of your ogling, falling embarrassed that he caught you staring at him, practically undressing him with your eyes.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to stare, I just…”
The words feel heavy in your mouth, you probably shouldn’t say anything, just apologize and leave it at that, but…
“You look nice, really nice…”
You say, you wish you said something smoother, something that would make you seem like you weren’t a nervous wreck.
He’s quiet for a moment and you wonder if maybe you made him uncomfortable, if he’s gonna ask you to leave and stop talking to him- but instead he starts chuckling.
“Ah! You got me, for a second I thought you were actually admiring me!”
You’re confused, your expression mirrors that- you could’ve sworn that what you said was a compliment.
“I..- was admiring you?”
He looks at you like he doesn’t believe what you’re saying, as if you told him something insane.
“Why?”
He asks, like he can’t comprehend the fact someone may be looking at him because he’s attractive and not just because they find him an eyesore.
You mess with the hem of your shirt, avoiding his eyes, why were you looking at him?
Probably because you’ve had a massive crush on him that only grows the longer you hang out with him. Also probably because he’s so attractive you can hardly be around him without wanting to jump in his bones.
Even now you’re resisting the urge to kiss him stupid, the way he’s looking at you is driving you crazy, his attention doesn’t waver even the slightest bit and you can see sweat beading down his neck from the sun that is currently beating down on both of you.
“I think you’re attractive, Nagito.”
You admit- wondering if you really are doing this now.
When you woke up this morning you would’ve never predicted being in a situation like this, if you had ever even told yourself you would be admitting something like this to Nagito you would laugh in your own face!
You can see his adam's apple bob as he swallows, his cheeks are pink but you don’t know if it’s because of the sun (and the burn he is inevitable to get) or because of what you said.
“I can’t..- why would you—“
It’s as if his brain hasn’t fully caught up with your words, for someone so smart it’s almost funny to see the way he’s short circuiting.
“I’ve always thought you were attractive, my memories are still fuzzy but I remember even thinking it at Hope’s Peak…”
You step closer to him, hoping maybe taking initiative will help him process what you’re saying.
You bite your lip, pushing away your nerves before you grab his hands in your own.
“Is this okay?”
You ask softly, he nods, staring at you so intensely you feel as though he’s burning a hole through you.
You feel the tension building and you think it might snap, Nagito is so pretty that it hurts you, the fact that he’s so unaware of what he does to you annoys you.
“Can I kiss you, Nagito?”
Your mouth feels a bit dry, you can’t believe this is actually happening.
“Please.”
Is all he can manage to squeak out before your lips are on his.
It's almost like you can feel the pent up longing in his lips, not just the years of your yearning but the years that he also spent yearning for YOU.
you move your hands to his chest (which you realize is still bare) to steady yourself and he moves his to your upper-arms, scared to touch you anywhere else in fear of tainting you.
You take initiative in deepening the kiss, he seems to be on the same page as you, immediately meeting his tongue with your own.
The air between you two is lulling, you’re sure that the sun isn’t helping but you don’t want this to stop, you think that if you pull away this might all fade like some kind of dream.
You only pull off of him when you’re absolutely sure you lost all of the breath in your lungs, you’re met with a panting, flushed Nagito who is looking at you like you’re some kind of deity.
“I can’t believe someone like you would kiss me…”
He says softly, you just smile, a soft love-sick kind of smile.
“Someone like me has a crush on you, Nagito.”
You admit, and he still seems surprised despite the fact you were one step away from fondling him in public.
He chuckles, a sound that is probably unsettling to anyone else but you find it lovely.
“Wow…I really am lucky. I can’t imagine what bad luck I have waiting for me after this…”
You just laugh, a light laugh that makes his eyes glimmer.
“I’m not a product of your luck, my feelings for you are my own…”
You think he might start hyperventilating, he seems a bit crazed (but in a good way! Like when he’s talking about hope!) but he’s looking at you as if you hung the moon and the stars in the sky.
“How hopeful…someone as radiant as you having such strong emotions towards a pathetic worm like me! You must be the true embodiment of hope…”
You feel your breath catch in your throat but you brush it off, making a small ‘tch’ sound while trying not to fluster.
“It’s nothing that groundbreaking— can we kiss again?”
He chuckles and you feel a bit embarrassed at your eagerness but he seems like he wants it just as much (if not more) than you do.
You two start kissing again and it’s just as electric, you sigh into the kiss before deepening it, wanting to etch the soft whimper he lets escape his lips into your mind forever.
Nagito is so noisy- even though you’re hardly doing anything besides kissing he’s loud, you wonder if it’s just in his nature or if it’s because he wants someone to hear you both-
You lightly push him against a nearby palm tree, relishing in the groan that he makes against your lips. You’re getting so heated and you wish you want to shed some layers, you start grabbing at the hem of your shirt without a second thought and Nagito’s hands are also holding it, like he wants to help you—
You pull away as if you were hit by a freight train, a kind of speed that startles you both as you stare at him wide eyed with flushed cheeks.
You’re breathing so heavy it’s like you can’t hear anything else, dysphoria is the only thing you can feel and it’s horrible, you never told him you were trans.
“I’m so sorry- I should’ve never touched you or assumed it was okay, I truly am garbage.”
He says, you can sense how remorseful he is but words don’t seem to come to you- what if when you tell him he doesn’t accept you? What if he doesn’t want to be with you because you haven’t medically transitioned?
You feel like you’re going to pass out if you’re here any longer, forced to look at what you could only describe as his pitiful expression.
You run away, you run all the way to your cottage and when you get inside you already feel the tears in your eyes, whatever spark you felt from the admission of the feelings you shared was gone and filled with a horrible aching feeling.
-
That’s where you are now. The last interaction you had with him burned into your mind for all the wrong reasons. You had been holed up in your cottage for days now claiming to be sick, but you could only lie about a fake illness for so long.
You were currently laying in your bed, staring at a speck on your wall with a pillow held to your chest when you heard a knock on your door. It was soft, instantly you were able to rule out a few people who you knew it wasn’t.
You willed yourself out of bed, walking over to the door- you probably should’ve been expecting it, but you were met with Nagito.
He looked nervous, and you already felt the embarrassment from your last interaction resurfacing, you almost slammed the door in his face-
“Wait!”
He said, stopping you in your tracks.
“I just..- want to apologize. Can I come in?”
You know you should probably say no, you humiliated yourself so badly you truly don’t think there is any coming back from it- not only the fact that you shoved yourself off of him, but also the fact that you were too scared to even tell him why you pushed away.
The look he’s giving you makes you fold, it’s like his own version of puppy dog eyes.
You pull the door open, waiting for him to come inside and closing it behind him just as fast.
“I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable…”
You suppose you’re getting right into it.
“I’ve had time to reflect on my actions and I understand if you never want to see me again after this, what I did was unforgivable, truly reprehensible…I can’t even begin to express the guilt I feel-“
You can hardly stand his words, the more he speaks the worse you feel, you can’t believe you left him alone for days thinking about this, genuinely believing it was his fault!
“Stop.”
You say softly, and he immediately does, looking at you a bit sadly, you can’t look at him, you think you might burst into tears—
your fingernails press hard into your palms, you think you might permanently have crescents engraved into them.
“It wasn’t…you.”
You say, your heart is beating so fast and your head is spinning, you suppose nothing can be worse than what happened on the beach, you think maybe if you tell him now you might have some chance of saving your friendship.
“Nagito, I’m trans.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, now that you said it there wasn’t any taking it back, the only thing you could do was wait for a response and hope it was even a little positive-
The lack of a response from him freaks you out, your mouth starts moving before you can even comprehend you’re saying anything.
“I just didn’t know how to tell you- I haven’t told anyone, It’s just so difficult, I want to be seen as a guy and I’m so scared that if I tell anyone I won’t be perceived as one anymore—“
He says your name softly, sensing how nervous you were.
“It’s okay, you should be able to tell everyone when you’re ready…I’m glad you trust me enough to tell me.”
His voice is soft, you can already feel some of the tension leaving you and you lightly exhale.
“I don’t see you any differently, I still think I’m the luckiest guy for being able to see the way your hope shines everyday. I just want you to feel comfortable in your own skin…I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”
Your head was still reeling, adrenaline pumping in your veins, you felt a bit foolish for ever thinking he would shun you away.
You take a second to calm down, taking a deep breath, you feel so relieved- you didn’t know if you had been this calm in weeks.
“I’m sorry for freaking out on you at the beach…I just thought maybe you wouldn’t like me if you realized.”
You say, his gaze softens, and he steps closer to you.
“Nothing could change the way I feel about you, much less your identity. If it’s a part of you I think I’m guaranteed to adore it.”
You feel yourself flush, all of the intense feelings you have for Nagito swirling back inside you.
“I know that I am unworthy to even breathe the same air as you, but maybe you could let me show you how perfect you are…”
You feel a warmth tingle all over you, something about the way his voice turned husky and low made you burn with arousal, you quickly nod and he chuckles seemingly at your eagerness, leaning in to kiss you.
You’re surprised at how easily he took control, especially since the last time you were in this position he was so pliant.
He gently nips at your lip, causing you to gasp and he quickly slips his tongue inside your mouth.
You pull him closer to you, grasping at his shirt, he whines when you’re chest to chest, moving his hands to your torso a bit below your ribs.
He pulls away from your lips to kiss at your jaw which makes you tilt your head up to give him more access which he graciously accepts, kissing down your neck with progressively sloppier open-mouthed kisses.
You shiver at the feeling, leaning into him without fully intending to, he enjoys this, though.
“So perfect…”
He says into your skin, seemingly to himself, you only feel your arousal building with every moment that passes.
“Please, Nagito..”
You say softly, he takes a break from kissing your neck and looks at you, a smug grin on his lips.
“Hm? Did you need something?”
He asks slyly, one of his thumbs rubbing circles into your torso.
Your mouth feels dry and you’re dizzy with pleasure-
“Please…I want more…”
You say, trying not to sound so needy but your voice is shaking, he breathes out before gently coaxing you onto your bed, you’re sitting on the edge and he stands over you.
“Hah- I’m so lucky to experience such hope first hand…being able to touch someone as talented and alluring as you is something I could never imagine…but I’m so grateful.”
You’re getting impatient, you feel like you’ve been waiting for this forever- you’re aching with need.
“Nagito…”
You whine, he chuckles.
“Right, sorry. I just can’t help but admire you like this..”
He moves his hands to the hem of your shirt, repeating the action that he did last time but more carefully, his eyes watching your expression intently for any sign of discomfort.
“Is this okay?”
He says softly, wanting to be sure that you want this and that you’re comfortable.
“Yes, please hurry..”
He tugs your shirt over your head, admiring you for a moment before kissing you again, he starts at your collarbone and descends downwards.
It feels like he’s worshipping you, muttering softly about how lucky he was and how attractive you are.
Your head is still spinning, with every second that passes you want more and more-
“Please- I can’t— I want you now.”
He finally stops kissing you when he reaches just below your belly button, holding his hands on your hips, rubbing lazy circles on them.
“You’re so eager for garbage like me to defile someone as wonderful as you…”
He muses before moving to undo the button on your pants, waiting for your approval.
“Keep going…”
And he does, sliding your pants off, leaving you only in your underwear.
He practically moans at the sight, the way he looks at you is overwhelming but in a good way, its pure unadulterated adoration alongside something darker, akin to lust.
“Seeing you laid out beneath me like this is otherworldly, I can hardly believe this is real…”
He leans in between your legs, gently kissing one of your inner thighs before he bites down, causing you to bite back a whimper.
He looks up at you, the sight of him between your legs makes your stomach churn with need.
“Don’t hold back, okay? I want to hear every single sound, I want to know garbage like me is worshipping you in a way you enjoy.”
You sigh softly and he continues, doing the same thing to the other thigh.
“Every part of you is so amazing, I wish I could stay like this forever, I would die happy being able to do this to you all the time…”
His fingers move underneath the band of your underwear, caressing your hip bones with so much reverence.
“Please touch me.”
You breathe out, that’s all he needs to stop teasing you, slipping a finger inside of your hole, moaning as he feels your walls wrapped around him.
“Y-you’re so warm…”
He says, you can’t help but grind against his finger, it feels nice but it’s not enough— an aching fire still burns inside you.
“P-Please- I need more—“
Before you can even finish he pushes another finger inside of you, causing a moan to escape your lips and he grins.
“I feel so greedy but I can’t help it, I selfishly want you all to myself, I want to be the only person that can do this to you..”
As he rambles he slowly starts thrusting the two fingers in and out, starting at a slow steady speed, not wanting to overwhelm you.
Everytime he speaks you become more needy- his words, his voice, the smell of him, it all mixes in a delicious sensation that only adds to the physical pleasure-
“N-Nagito!- Faster, Please!”
He must’ve really worked you up earlier, you already feel like mush, your brain hardly able to form any kind of coherent sentence.
“I can’t believe I’m the one bringing you so much pleasure- I know it's abhorrent for me to request something like this but please say my name like that again- my name truly does sound best in your mouth..”
You abide, moaning his name is his pace quickens, feeling a coil in your stomach begin to build-
“ThankyouThankyou! You’re so perfect, so handsome, so wonderful all for me!”
You can hardly focus on his words, feeling your release come closer and closer with every thrust of his fingers, you see stars when they hit just the right spot inside of you-
“Please!- Right there I’m so close!”
He keeps hitting that spot inside of you and you tighten around his fingers, your legs clamping around his hand as you ride out your high.
He lets you grind against your fingers until you slump against him, breath mingling with his own.
After a few moments he pulls his fingers out, causing you to whimper. When you look up at him he’s licking your release off of them and you groan, falling back against the bed.
You stare up at the ceiling as Nagito shuffles around your room, gently grabbing a few things before bringing them over to you.
He gently opens your thighs, carefully cleaning them and apologizing every time he gently brushes over a place where you’re still sensitive.
After he finishes cleaning you up he sits beside you, basically twiddling his thumbs until you look over at him.
“Nagito…I really like you.”
You say softly, he flushes (as if he wasn’t knuckles deep inside of you just a few moments ago) and smiles a bit sheepishly.
“I like you too, I think I probably made that obvious, though.”
You breathily laugh and tug on his sleeve signaling him to lay down with you.
“Can I be your boyfriend?”
You ask, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.
“I-I don’t deserve it but I would want nothing more than to be your boyfriend.”
Heyola!!
I saw you were taking requests and I would love to request something!! Can I please request Fuyuhiko x fem!reader? Specifically some general dating headcannons if you can, if not, thats okay! I hope you have an amazing day!! 🩵
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Fem! Reader General Dating Headcanons
A/N: hi anon! this post made me realize how much I love writing in the headcanon format so I hope I get more requests like this! thank you for the request I love Fuyuhiko so much! have fun reading:)
also just a tiny update as of now i have two more requests in my inbox that i’m hoping to get through by tmr!:)
(This is assuming that you have an ultimate but said ultimate is up to you!)
I think with Fuyuhiko it would probably be you fell first, he fell harder situation.
Fuyuhiko is the kind of person who takes time falling in love, he would have to already have a strong bond or great trust in you in order to feel comfortable enough to start falling for you.
You would have to be VERY dedicated to breaking through his shell, he would probably grumble about you being ‘annoying’ but he wouldn’t make any effort to push you away.
I would like to think Peko starts asking him about why he gets so weird around you and he would confess to having a crush on you, she would definitely start trying to gather her own information on you to make sure you would treat him right, which you WOULD! You have Peko’s approval 🥹
Fuyuhiko definitely needs a push in order to confess. Maybe he gets jealous of how you reacted to a gift Hajime gave you, maybe he sees the way you’re always eager to help others, in any case he probably sees something and decides he needs to confess immediately.
His confession would be very awkward, his cheeks would be flushed pink and he would definitely be avoiding looking you in the eyes.
“Shit…I didn’t think this would be so hard! I like you…okay?! I know I’m not the best with words but I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer…”
You accept his confession (much to his surprise) and start dating! Yay!!
He definitely has a soft spot for you, I can imagine him generally just speaking to you more softly, if anyone points this out he will get VERY defensive and VERY flustered.
I think you are definitely his first partner so be patient! Although Fuyuhiko would never tell you this, it can probably be inferred by how nervous he was the first time he held your hand.
Speaking of hand-holding, I definitely don’t think he’s into PDA. 

Fuyuhiko would want to keep your relationship private, not because he’s embarrassed or anything like that but because he thinks it’s something that should just be between you two!
He would very rarely reach out to hold your hand in a public setting, even then I think that’s the most PDA he would be comfortable with.
He definitely loves affection in private though! Kissing, hugging, cuddling, petnames; everything saccharine that the Yakuza claims he would never be caught dead indulging in.
Despite his abrasive nature Fuyuhiko is definitely a gentle kisser, like I said before he has a soft spot for you and that is very obvious in the way he touches you.
At the beginning of your relationship he was definitely afraid to even lay a finger on you probably in fear that he would break you, but you reassured him that it’s okay and you like his affection!
He has a habit of holding at least one of your hands when he’s kissing you, sometimes he’ll hold onto your upper arm too!
For cuddling that’s definitely something you have to ease him into, longer hugs here and there, laying side by side without too much overbearing affection, slowly getting him used to all of the physical affection.
Fuyuhiko isn’t great at comforting you with his words in times of distress, but I think he would let his actions speak for him.
He would make sure you’re comfortable before doing something like brewing your favorite tea or picking up your favorite snack and waiting with you until you start to feel better.
He is very protective over you! Often getting defensive when he doesn’t need to be but if this ever bothers you just tell him and he will definitely lay off. He knows that you can defend yourself but he wants to be there for you.
His protectiveness also plays into his jealousy, Fuyuhiko can get very jealous very easily.
It can be something as simple as you laughing too loudly at one of Kazuichi’s jokes, he’ll adorn a scowl while saying something about how it wasn’t even that funny and pouting until you give him your attention again.
It would probably take him a while to open up to you about everything that happened in his past, but whenever he is ready all he really wants is someone who will listen and comfort him!
He always gets a cocky but genuine smile on his face whenever you compliment his looks, after being teased about his ‘baby face’ for so long he loves your genuine compliments!
All in all Fuyuhiko loves you so much and he will do all he can to prove that to you!
hi! I'd like to request a male reader x Hajime hinata, pls!!!!!! 🙏🙏🙏
Here is what I was thinking of, if ya dont mind:
Angst, the situation I had in my head was the reader and Hajime being friends in the reserve course, bonding over shared feelings of inferiority and reader gets attached to Hajime, who then disappears because of the Kamukura project?
Id totes appreciate it a lot if you did it, byebye!
Hajime Hinata x Male! Reserve Course Reader
note: hello anon! I hope I fufilled your request because I had a fun time writing Hajime and rewatching some of the Danganronpa 3 anime! the ending is a bit abrupt because it’s what I assume happened to most of the reserve students in Hope’s Peak…
You’re envious when you look outside of the window and see the Ultimates from class 77-B outside, seemingly doing nothing, unlike you, who was currently stuck in an hour-long lecture.
You’re not surprised or even disappointed about this, it has become routine at this point. Yet, you still harbour jealously, seeing the Ultimates do whatever they pleased all day, all they had to do was make sure their talents were still refined.
The school was made for them, the reserve course was just an afterthought, something they advertised to include “normal” students, although it was really just a ploy to bleed everyone in the program dry.
They held it over your head that maybe if you were good enough you could BECOME an ultimate but everyday that you were in the reserve course just made that seem less and less likely.
You sighed, trying to daydream about anything else for the next hour to just get this lecture over with–
When it finally ended you picked up your stuff, wanting to leave as soon as possible so you weren’t caught up in another one of Natsumi’s fights with whoever she decided was inferior for the day.
You were a few paces down the hall when you heard someone calling out to you, a familiar voice.
“Hey- uh– wait up!”
He called after you, causing you to turn around and meet his gaze; Hajime Hinata, your only friend at Hope’s Peak High School.
It’s as if he can read your mind (or maybe just your face) because he seems to immediately sense something is off, Hajime is just kind of keen like that, often knowing how you feel before you even know how you feel.
“What’s wrong?”
He asks, his expression one of concern, suddenly you feel a bit silly for making him worry so outwardly about you.
You sigh, shifting your bag to your other shoulder because of the strain and also because it was awkward to admit your feelings to Hajime- not because of anything he did, but just because they felt so irrational.
“I dunno…I guess being in the reserve course is just a lot different than I thought it would be.”
You admit quietly, not wanting to look Hajime in the eye. He quietly walked next to you, probably sensing you had more to say.
“It just feels bad watching all the Ultimates do whatever they want while we’re forced to work towards nothing, they get the praise and the fame and the means to do whatever they need with their passions while all of us are an afterthought!”
You didn’t realize that your voice was becoming louder until you got a few weirded-out glances from people around you, making you fall quiet again.
“I guess I’m just jealous…”
You feel a bit embarrassed admitting it, when you told your friends from middle school you were going to Hope’s Peak they were elated, talking about how lucky you were- you’re sure any other person would kill to be in your position, you’re probably just ungrateful–
“I’m jealous too.”
He says, as if he doesn’t even have to give it a second thought, and you look at him, a bit of surprise from his sudden agreement evident on your face.
“I mean- everything you said is true, from what I know they also have a really strong connection as a class which…”
Your class is disfunctional, to say the least. On a good day everyone is quiet, not interacting and pretending to listen to the lectures while half awake. On the bad days everyone is in disarray, near constant bickering and even physical fights.
“You shouldn’t feel bad for feeling this way, I think it’s really easy to wonder what it would be like if you were an Ultimate…I wonder a lot about what it would be like if I was one.”
You feel your tension ease a bit, Hajime always seems to know what to say, it’s something you really admire about him. Although you wish you had more friends, you're glad that you ended up with Hajime as your one friend.
“Thank you, Hajime.”
You say a bit meekly, even when you’re vulnerable he doesn’t make fun of you or demean your feelings- he just listens and meets you with something equally as important, you think about Hajime a lot- probably more than a friend thinks about another friend- but who can really blame you?
“Of course.”
He says softly, you feel something stir inside you but before you can even process what it is you’re at the gates, getting ready to go your separate ways-
Hajime looks like he’s about to say goodbye and turn to leave, you bite your lip, debating if you should even ask him but the words seem to spill from your lips before you can fully think them out.
“Um- did you want to go get mochi or something? There’s this place that I know that’s super cheap but- like- really good.”
You don’t want your time with hajime to end yet- It’s not like you guys typically go long without seeing each other, every day in school he eats lunch with you and most days after school you two study together, recently you just find yourself wanting to spend MORE time with him.
He’s quiet for a moment before he smiles, you think the mention of mochi was a smart motivator.
“Sure, I don’t have anything better to do…”
He says, waiting for you to lead the way, and after a few moments of admiring how he looks in the sunlight, you do.
Outings like this become routine for you both, with every new experience you have with Hajime you feel your feelings shift. At first it was easy to push down, you didn’t want to ruin the good friendship you had with him, but after a while it became more…difficult.
Hajime understood you in a way no one else really did, while you often found it difficult to open up to your peers it was different with Hajime, maybe because you guys felt so similarly or because there was just something different about him.
After a while you wanted to be closer to him in a way that wasn’t platonic, day dreaming about holding his hand while you walked through the halls and sitting together at the spot by the fountain that he likes, leaning your head on his shoulder-
With his awkward nature he would probably fall flustered by any advances you make, you can imagine him blushing by just touching your fingers next to each other.
Over the past few weeks Hajime has seemed lost in thought more, like there's something weighing really heavy on him that he can’t vocalize despite your attempts in coaxing him. You think it has something to do with the death of Natsumi and the disappearance of Sato, it was an unfortunate situation all around that really seemed to hone in on the fact that reserve course students were expendable.
You want him to feel like he can trust you, you feel like maybe now is a good time to confess, to tell him that you want to be there for him no matter what-
You plan on telling him the next day at school before he goes home, you assume it’d be best to do it at the end of the day in case he does end up rejecting you (but you really hope he won’t).
You show up to school riddled with anxiety, you don’t know how you’re going to pretend to act normal until the end of the day- but you notice Hajime isn’t in your first class, or the one after that.
Hajime doesn’t miss school often, you would actually go as far as saying he’s never missed school, but one absence isn’t anything to worry about! He was probably just sick, you’ll confess tomorrow.
One day turns to two, two turns to three and suddenly he’s absent the whole week. He didn’t respond to any message you left and asking any of your classmates about him seemed futile- you resorted to asking one of your teachers but they were either blissfully ignorant or hiding something.
Feelings of grief fill you fast, to your know;edge he isn’t dead- but who knows? If it happened off school grounds you're sure no one in Hope’s Peak would care enough to do anything, it’s not like Hajime could tell you himself if he was dead.
Coming to school everyday was a chore, waking up made you feel empty, a few times you noticed an Ultimate, a girl with pink hair that Hajime brought up a few times- Chiaki Nanami you think her name is.
In one last attempt you approach her.
“Hey-”
You call out softly, she barely raises her gaze from her game to meet your eyes, but she seems intrigued by you.
“Hi. You’re the reserve course boy that’s Hinata’s friend, right?”
She asks, her voice is monotone and soft, you nod.
“Would you…have any idea where he is?”
She’s quiet for a moment.
“No…I’ve been looking for him but…I think he’s gone.”
She said softly, your heart sinks. You nod, thanking her before you head home, not knowing if you want to cry or yell or a mix of those two things.
Hajime Hinata disappeared off the face of the Earth, your only friend, the only guy who understood you.
You wouldn’t know anything about the Kamakura Project until The Tragedy has caused the death of you and your peers.
MY RULES AND BOUNDARIES
- please read before requesting ( ；∀；)
I will not write:
Any darkship content (non-con, pedophilia, incest, pedophilic age gaps, zoophilia and stuff along those lines)
Intense kinks or fetishes (BDSM)
Anything that is fetishizing bodily waste
Graphic depictions of gore in sexual nature (otherwise I am okay with it)
Glorification of self harm or abuse
- while I am okay with writing about these things, I will never paint them in a positive light or try to romanticize them!
I will write:
Fluff, angst, smut, etc.:)
character x reader (any gender, pronouns, sexuality!)
All of the Super Danganronpa 2 cast minus TeruTeru
Sensitive topics (abuse, self harm, mental illness, internalized homophobia/transphobia)
Comfort about traumatic events (although I probably won’t go into a lot of detail)
Toxic romances (Enemies to Lovers type stuff)
For now this is all, but there probably will be more to be added the longer I am writing! Have fun requesting:3
HELLO! I just wanted to make a post real quick to let people know I am now writing for every Super Danganronpa 2 character besides TeruTeru (i’m sorry 😓)!
My requests are currently open and I’m looking forward to hopefully receiving some more over them summer! If you need a refresher on anything a have a very vauge rule list on my pinned post but I write for Fem, GN, and Masc reader!:)
Happy reading & requesting im out for now! :P
Request by Anon: If I may, I would love to request a nagito x reader where reader(after they've gotten closer and strengthened their friendship somewhat) kisses him by surprise mid conversation and then tries to leave immediately after! The situstion or context beforehand is completely up to you :D My request is kinda silly, I admit, but I still hope you consider it ^^
A pleasant interruption
Nagito x Gender Neutral Reader
- this is set in Pre-Game Hope’s Peak, hope thats okay!:)
note: okay i want to start this off by saying anon wrote me a really sweet note at the beginning of this request so I hope this finds you and thank you for the well-wishes! I’m sorry this took me so long to post, the end of school and my job really drained me late may ealry june and I also recently just got a kitten !! Anyway, I hope you enjoy and I want to get more requests for the summer:)
You and Nagito were currently in his dorm room, sitting criss-cross on the floor talking about how Sonia rejected Kazuichi for the third time this school year.
Given the chance, Nagito was actually kind of fun to gossip with…of course he would never speak ill of your classmates, he saw them far too highly— but he still indulged in speaking about it with you, which you appreciated.
It took a lot of work to get to this point with him, at the beginning of the year Nagito brushed you off all the time, suggesting that you were speaking to him out of pity or in an attempt to make fun of him…
You really don’t know how many lunch times it took just sitting down and reassuring him for him to believe you actually wanted to be his friend.
Even after that, it wasn’t all easy- for a while he didn’t want to hang out with you in fear of his luck tainting you or ruining your image, to which you also fought against.
After months of back and forth, you seemed to wiggle your way into his free time; coming to his dorm unannounced (he would never kick you out or tell you to leave) and he enjoyed this, I mean…he never shooed you away and he always said he was appreciative that you would spend time with ‘lowly garbage like him’.
“I mean, I think Kazuichi should know by now that Sonia doesn’t want some grand gesture, she just wants genuine connection!”
He hummed in agreement.
“Yes, I’m sure if Kazuichi put more time into learning about Sonia she would be more receptive to his…advances.”
You nod, remembering the events of earlier today…
“I do think the dramatic poetry in front of the entire class was a bit much though…”
You cringe just thinking about it, he looked so nervous, he was shaking and stumbled over half of his words, and most of the words didn’t even make sense!
Nagito nods in agreement and you can’t help but wonder what kind of confession he would enjoy- you suppose it wouldn’t hurt to ask…just out of curiosity!
“Hey, Nagito, if you were being confessed to…what kind of confession would you want?”
For some reason you find yourself becoming a bit embarrassed, avoiding his gaze and shifting your position a bit.
His expression changes, something akin to surprise and maybe intrigue.
“Huh? You’re curious about me? I don’t see why something like that matters…I’m far too disgusting to get any kind of confession!”
He talked as if he knew that to be a fact which hurt your feelings a bit, you frowned- no one should assume that about themselves…
“Hey, I don’t think you’re disgusting at all! I’m sure someone out there has a crush on you, Nagito. I was just asking because I was curious…I mean, if I were to receive a confession I’d want something heartfelt but not extravagant. Something that proves to me that the person really likes me for me!”
You smile thinking about it, maybe you would receive a copy of a book that you like that had been discontinued…like that one time Nagito went to 5 different book stores to find the limited edition pressing of the romance manga you enjoy!
It only then hits you that you seem to be associating Nagito with your potential confession and you fluster a bit, but try to brush it off.
He’s quiet for a moment, as if he’s analyzing your words.
“I think…I’d want something similar. It’s hard for me to imagine receiving a confession from anyone…but I suppose just someone admitting that they like me is lucky in the first place.”
He smiles, and its warm and soft and you feel your stomach twist in a way you’re not used to- he’s so cute when he’s happy, genuinely happy and not just pretending for the sake of others, that's why you enjoy your time alone with him, you get the most genuine version of himself and it makes you realize how you really feel about him…
“An ultimate like you so interested in me…It’s far more than I was ever hoping, maybe admitting my dreams of a confession was embarrassing!-“
He seems to be rambling because of the silence between the two of you, the way your expression looks makes him nervous and you don’t know why but every bone in your body is screaming at you to kiss him- and you want to!
So you do.
The next thing you know his lips are against yours, eyes blown wide open and his hands frozen, he’s like a deer in headlights.
When he doesn’t reciprocate you become nervous, quickly shuffling off of him- you’re met with his face completely flushed red, he still looks like he’s in shock, as if he can’t believe you would do that- you can’t believe you would do that!
“I— uh— should probably go- okay bye!”
You speak at a million miles a minute, standing up as quickly as you can trying to leave with as much dignity as you can before you burst out into tears from embarrassment-
You feel his hand wrap around your wrist and you whip around, met with a nervous gaze, and he quickly lets go of you.
“I-I’m sorry I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that I just couldn’t..- I can’t…w-why would you kiss me? Was it some kind of prank? Is that why you asked about the confession?”
The fact that he would think you kissing him would be some kind of prank makes your heart ache, you take a shaky breath in, there isn’t any going back now.
“I like you, Nagito. I don’t mean it as a prank or a trick, I’ve enjoyed getting closer to you and learning more about you…”
You’re absolutely flushed at this point, you desperately want to look away from him and run but you can’t when his gaze is so sweet-
“You— I—“
“It’s okay if you don’t like me back, I just want you to know and I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship…”
You think you might’ve broken him- it’s as if he’s short-circuiting and you feel a bit bad, but then he’s laughing, and it's a shaky breathless laugh and you swear you see tears in his eyes—
“I hope this isn’t some kind of dream..”
He says, and you smile, kneeling down towards him.
“I can pinch you if you need.”
He chuckles at your remark and you grab his hand, intertwining your fingers and making a mental note about how soft his hands are.
“I haven’t ever done this before…”
He says softly, he seems vulnerable in a way you hardly see, you just hum happily.
“It’s okay, we can learn together.”
April 28th
Nagito x GN!Reader
note: HI! I’m sorry I know this is two days late I started writing this and than I was in a bad slump so I put it off but I finished it at 3 am on a school night so thats cool… this is also SUPER not proofread so if there arw any spelling or grammar errors pls ignore….anyway, enjoy!
April 28th— the most unlucky day of all.
It started from the moment he opened his eyes, a shelf which he had bolted to the wall in anticipation of something like this happening had come crashing down on his head, causing him to groan and wince in pain.
His birthday was the worst day of all. After his parents had died, he stopped acknowledging it completely, it served no purpose other than to remind him of his futule existence and the fact that he was just a waste of space.
Nonetheless, he got up, starting his day as he always did- getting up out of bed to brush his teeth, of course this had its own bout of bad luck as when he squeezed the toothpaste it exploded all over the counter, leaving a mess that had managed to get everywhere BESIDES his toothbrush.
He hummed in some kind of amusement, hardly upset that this was happening to him as he had convinced himself that he had deserved this— he wouldn’t be surprised if he experienced ONLY bad luck today as some kind of atonement for his existence.
Just as he finished cleaning he heard a knock on his cottage door, perking up at the sound.
He wouldn’t be surprised if he was somehow being evicted from the island…
When he opened the door he was met with the sight of…you? You were holding a tray of food, similarly to when he was tied up in the old building during the killing game, although this time you had a smile on your face.
“Good morning! I figured we could maybe eat together…- unless you don’t want to! than- feel free to eat alone!”
You were nervous, that much was obvious. Clearly you didn’t know how he felt about birthdays, you were sure this was hardly far from ideal but…it would have to do.
He smiled, a calm smile- this must be the other side of the luck cycle.
“Of course I would love nothing more than to eat with you, although I don’t deserve anything of the such…”
You dead pan ever so slightly, not wanting to reprimand him on his birthday, but trying to enforce the rule of ‘no negative self-talk’.
“You do deserve this, I promise eating breakfast together isn’t something you have to earn.”
You say, and his smile seems more genuine now.
You come inside, setting down the tray on the table he had in the middle of his room before setting up both of your plates, ushering him to sit down as you handed him his.
“I was hoping you’d still be asleep by the time I got here so I could get you breakfast in bed…but this is still nice!”
He felt a bit bad- were you disappointed that he was already awake? Of course scum like him would ruin your plans when you were doing something so kind..
“I can pretend to go back to bed, ah- but that still ruins the surprise, I apologize for waking up too early-“
You hurry to hush him, settling next to him,
“Don’t apologize! I’m still happy to be eating with you.”
You hum and begin eating, he’s admiring you for a minute before he starts eating too, he feels his heart beat faster as he notices how you remembered his preference for toast, a stupid smile on his face as he eats.
He can hardly believe someone like you choses to remember these things about him, he is unworthy of your constant love and attention, the kindness that you radiate by just being yourself is more than enough for him, but the fact that you go out of your way and take time out of youe day to do things like this for him…he almost feels like he could cry.
“I was thinking…maybe we could go to the library today? There was a book I was reading that reminded me of you, maybe you’d like it?”
You say, interrupting his thoughts- he practically lights up at the notion of spending more time with you- he can hardly hide it in his expression.
“Ah- are you sure you want to spend more time with me? I am probably bound to make something bad happen…maybe when we get to the library all of the shelves will collapse in on themselves— or maybe a spontaneous fire will break out!”
You can’t help but laugh- although you know that there is always a possibility of his luck causing that, it is still a bit silly to think about such bizarre scenarios.
Nagito can’t help but fall enamored by you, even if you were laughing at him he’d do anything to keep hearing the sound.
“If all the shelves fall than I’ll make sure we sit in the dead center of the library so they won’t hit us— and you know I always have a fire escape plan when I’m with you.”
You’re only half-teasing, and he relaxes ever so slightly, you turn to gently touch him, rubbing your hand down his arm with a gentle smile.
“It’ll be okay, I promise.”
And even though he knows his luck…he can’t help but wholeheartedly believe you, as if you’re a psychic who can see into the future and you’re telling him this as some kind of prophecy.
He relaxes completely and you gently peck his cheek, enjoying the way you can see the flush on his cheeks when you pull away.
“Get ready, I’ll put away the dishes and come grab you when I’m done.”
He nods and watches as you leave his cottage with the dishes- feeling a bit of nervous excitement begin to build.
The walk to the library was calm and serene, your hand his intertwined with him and he feels almost prideful, the thought that anyone could come by and see you so cheerfully holding hands with someone like him makes him happy, as if you’re claiming him with no shame.
You both settle in a quiet spot and read the book you were talking to him about, you lean on him ever so gently and it makes his heart soar; he was a bit stiff at first, scared of doing something that would ruin the moment, but as time passed he began to melt into you as well.
It was a nice way to spend your afternoon, afterwards you took him to the beach and you both watched the waves, making sure to cover his face in sunscreen so that the mishap of last week wouldn’t be repeated…
He was having such a nice day with you- he was surprised something horribly unlucky hadn’t happened yet and he was just waiting for the impending bomb of bad-luck to be dropped on him- maybe he would learn he was suffering from yet another illness, or he really WOULD be kicked off the island, or you would break up with him-
“Hey!”
You snap him out of his thoughts, resting one of your hands atop his own.
“You okay? I think you spaced out on me for a minute there.”
You’re concerned for him, it’s written on your face and it makes him feel a bit bad, he can’t possibly comprehend why someone like you would chose him-
“Why are you so kind to me? Even after everything I..- I don’t deserve this- I don’t deserve you.”
You frown, you move closer to him and cup his face in your palms, he can’t help but think about how soft your skin is and melt into your touch.
“You deserve this and so much more- I honestly wish I could do more, but obviously we don’t have that many resources here…and I don’t need a reason to be kind to you, I love you- maybe that’s my reason.”
You are speaking to him so gently, he selfishly wishes you would always hold him like this and speak this sweetly, he wants to internalize this moment forever, your declaration of love is the sweetest thing he’s ever heard.
“I love you too, although that is probably more of a burden for you-“
You quiet him down with a kiss, he was surprised at first before greedily accepting it, moving his hands to rest on your shoulders.
You pull away after a moment with a content smile, seeing how whipped he was after such a short kiss.
“Not a burden in the slightest, it’s a gift to be loved by you, Nagito.”
As the sun begins to fall you start walking Nagito back to his cottage, telling him to meet you at the hotel in an hour for dinner.
When he arrived at the hotel you were there, along with all your other classmates, a wide smile on your face as you held something that looked like a sourdough loaf— you must’ve remembered his aversion to sweets..
Everyone exclaimed ‘Happy Birthday!’, he felt like he could cry, tge tears already welling in his eyes, he could hardly believe you could do something like this for him, and that everyone else also agreed to celebrate this day for him—
You quickly rush over, that same concerned look on your face
“I’m sorry- is this too much? I wanted it to be a surprise but I know you don’t like them but I just figured since it was a good surprise it would be okay— but I still should’ve asked you before I’m so sorr-“
He tightly hugs you, and you stiffen before hugging back, letting his tears soak your shirt.
“Thank you-“
Was all he could manage to choke out, and you smile.
This was definitely the best birthday he had ever had, and you hope you can make every single birthday after this even better…
Nagito x Reader Drabble
note: this is something short while i finish all my assignments! i’ve been pretty busy with school and unable to dedicate as much time as i would like to writing, but i figured maybe something small would be nice in tge meantime:)
Imagine being in the Neo-World simulation and meeting Nagito’s eyes for (what you think) is the first time, but immediately feeling a pang of something in your chest.
You recognize him, it’s as if you are hit with immediate Deja Vu, but you cannot think of a single place you would’ve met him.
At first, you think maybe you two went to middle school together, but it doesn’t seem likely- you feel like you would remember a face like his…
You hardly realize your staring at him until he gives you a soft smile, than you sheepishly look away.
There is something that draws your towards him, like it’s meant to be this way- although you’re cautious of the situation that you’re in…you’re also curious.
You know him, you have to know him- the two of you clicked so well, as if you had been friends for a long while before you were on this island-
Once the killing game was revealed, you find yourself wondering what dynamic you and Nagito had in Hope’s Peak…maybe you were both just classmates who spared a few smiles at eachother upon meeting eyes- maybe the two of you were friends as you are now— your head spun when you thought maybe you could’ve been more.
You know he feels it too, the way he looks at you as if he cares about you although you’ve barely gotten to know each other, You’re barely on a first name basis but he stares at you as if you’ve hung the moon…
Sometimes you’ll have foggy dreams of a life outside of the island- a life before you were trapped there. You probably shouldn’t remember, but it isn’t all clear to you; you vaugley remembers the uniforms in a hazy blur, smiles and giggles in the empty hallways of the school, first kisses that were probably far too awkward to what to remember…
You wake up with a pang in your chest, you can never remember who these memories are shared with but deep down you hope it’s him.
Omg i've seen your work on AO3 and now on tumblr :3 i wanted to request an oneshot where the reader is going through a hard moment (killing game and all yk) and Nagito conforts them in his own twisted way lmao so the reader gets distracted and also fun trying to figure tf is wrong with him LMAO thanks! i hope you like the idea!
Anxious!Reader x Nagito
note: hi i’m sorry i know this took a bit longer, i went to a concert and i have been ENRAPTURED with tomodachi life living the dream it is soso good! anyway,,, i hope you enjoy and i fufilled your request!! :3
You pull your knees close to your chest, resting your head on them as you look out to the ocean.
Today had probably been the most confusing day of your life- It was as if you were in some kind of game…
You were supposed to start your first day at Hope’s Peak, a day you had been awaiting for a VERY long time…longer than you could really conceptualize.
But..- Instead of your first day of school, you were taken to an island by your weird bunny teacher and told you were on some kind of tropical vacation; although that was strange…It was still nice! You figured it might've been some kind of new program, Hope’s Peak was known for their innovative approach.
But it all switched so fast, suddenly you were filled with dread as you were informed you were in some kind of killing game- not only that, but you had in fact lost all of your memories from High School.
It made your stomach churn- the thought of possibly being much older than you were and not having any of your memories made you feel sick, not only that but now you were surrounded by people who were supposed to be your classmates- but they all seemed so suspicious now.
You couldn’t help but isolate, so here you were, hoping maybe the sound of the waves crashing against each other would lure you into some kind of calm but…it didn’t.
You head was swimming with horrible thoughts and your chest was feeling insanely tight, you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that would alleviate some of the stress-
There is a sound behind you, you hear the sound of someone stepping on the sand and you whip your head around, desperately hoping that you will keep your life-
You’re met with the sight of a tall, lanky, pale man; you learned earlier that his name was Nagito Komaeda, his talent- Ultimate Luck.
He smiles when he meets your gaze.
“What are you doing out here so late?”
He asks you calmly, You fix your posture, moving your legs to sit in a crisscrossed position.
“I couldn’t sleep, my thoughts were too loud so…I thought this might calm me down but it’s really not.”
You say softly, his gaze is intense, like he’s studying you…it makes it hard to keep eye contact.
“I see- what a hopeless situation we were all sprung into, this island is like a cage for all you ultimates.”
You breathe out softly, thinking about his words before nodding hesitantly.
“I suppose so…”
You say, not really knowing how to continue the conversation.
He seems to just stand there idly, as if he is waiting for you to do something- or maybe your permission?
“You can- um- sit with me…if you want?”
You say, and he smiles, promptly moving next to you, he keeps a distance but it’s clear he wants your company.
A silence settles over the both of you, but you still feel anxious, messing with your fingers, he notices.
“Did you know that 95% of the ocean is still unexplored?”
You look over at him for a moment- it was something so out of the blue and not at all related to anything that it takes you aback.
“Uh- I might’ve read that in a magazine somewhere or something..”
You say, still confused by the comment- he looks a bit sheepish.
“Ah- that’s probably where I learned that too! I apologize, I’m mostly useless when it comes to small talk!”
You hum with a small smile, it feels a bit fake but it’s still progress from your anxious state.
“Yeah, I get that..”
He seems a bit happier now that you’ve smiled, as if he is satisfied.
“How hopeful! I can’t believe someone like you feels similarly to me…”
You tilt your head to the side, confused in what he was talking about…
“I think it’s probably a common feeling- most people I know don’t really know how to small-talk all that well.”
He becomes a bit dejected.
“Of course, I’m sorry, It was presumptuous of me to compare garbage such as myself to you. I understand if you want to reprimand me…”
You can’t help but stare at him in a bit of shock? How did it escalate that fast?!
“Wh-what? No..- I mean I was just saying it isn’t just something me and you share, it’s more of a common trait— that doesn’t mean I MIND sharing it with you.”
You can’t help but think to yourself that he has horrible self esteem- I mean..- what was up with this guy?
He smiles again, and you almost feel like you have whiplash.
“How kind of you! You’re very considerate!”
You find him…bizarre, but you smile, he is so…interesting.
“Thank you..?”
You start wondering about him; is he like this with everyone..? You barely just met him and yet- he is already shaming himself in front of you.
A silence falls over you both again, but now you’re quietly wondering to yourself about the inner workings of Nagito and his psyche.
Maybe being stranded here will draw you two closer…
hello queen!! love how you write!! can i request a one shot or drabble or whatever you feel comfortable with of nagito and reader where one of them pays more attention to the other one in a situation they shouldn't (like investigating a murder or something lmao) and the rest is up to you! im sorry if this doesnt make sense im sleepy and english is not my first lengusge 😭😭 tysm!!!!
Attentive Nagito x Gender Neutral Reader
note: this is my first ever request on tumblr I was so excited to write it!! I’m sorry if this isn’t want you imagined I tried my best to make it kinda ambiguous but I hope you enjoy! Thank you for requesting ^_^
The weight of what was happening on the island was weighing down on everyone, that much was obvious.
What was set up as a tropical getaway had quickly turned into your worst nightmare right before your eyes.
Not only were you trapped with no escape, but you were also being forced to kill each other for the amusement of some monochromatic bear.
While at first, everyone seemed sure that they would never kill another person no matter what- that wasn’t the case.
There were now six people dead on the island, Byakuya Togami, Teruteru Hanamura, Mahiru Koizumi, Peko Pekoyama, Hiyoko Saionji, and Ibuki Mioda.
People who you had considered to be your friends, or at very least your classmates…It was hard not to get your own emotions tangled into this mess, it was hard not to let your mind linger on the fact that any of those six people could still be alive if maybe you had done more- or if you had instead been in their position.
The only way to try and get justice for those who were no longer with you was to gather as much evidence as you could for the trial, bringing their killer to justice.
It was all very bittersweet- although in the end it could be seen as being ‘for the better’ it was still yet another one of your classmates being killed for what seemed to be entertainment.
But you persevered; the scene you were presented with was…grusome- to say the least.
Hiyoko’s body had been tied to a pillar on the stage, the body had only been revealed after Hajime had already found Ibuki’s body hanging, also on the stage of the music venue.
You tried your hardest to not let your hands shake as you examined all of the evidence the murderer had left- paying close attention to every detail you could take in…
“Ah- so thorough, but I would expect nothing less from an ultimate!”
The voice behind you startled you- causing you to jump in surprise, looking back at who that voice belonged to…none other than Nagito Komaeda.
“Oh it’s just you- yeah, I think it’s probably important to be thorough about this..- I mean our lives are at stake, I wouldn’t want the wrong person to be accused of being the blackened…”
He hummed in approval with a smile, it was a bit…unsettling.
“Wow! The fact that you care about your peers enough to investigate something so gruesome in order to keep them safe just shows how much hope you radiate!”
You blinked a couple of times-
“Right…anyway, I should probably keep looking for clues- maybe you should too..”
You say, going back to examining the body.
“Yes yes, of course!”
He said, seemingly leaving you to your own devices.
After deciding you had gathered enough clues at the scene of the crime, you moved to the hospital- Ibuki was one of the people inflicted with the ‘despair disease’, you would probably find more evidence there.
You seemed to be filing through useless things, every time you found something mildly important it was subsequently undermined by everything else.
You were starting to get frustrated when you heard footsteps approaching, looking up at who was now occupying the hospital room with you.
“It seems fate wants us together…or maybe it’s just my luck that keeps bringing me to you!”
You keep looking at him, trying to read his expression but Nagito doesn’t give away much on his face- you sigh, standing up.
“There isn’t much to look for here, plus it seems counterproductive that we’re searching the same room together…”
You say, trying not to be too harsh, but he was following you around now! He needed to search for his own findings.
“I always thought the saying was ‘Two pairs of eyes are better than one’- is it not? Although I understand if you wouldn’t want to be in such close quarters with someone like me…”
You sigh once again- this guy was gonna give you a headache.
“It’s not that- I don’t mind being this close to you but…I don’t have any business here anyway, I’m gonna go search somewhere else.”
You leave, mildly annoyed but at least now you know you’ve got him off your tail.
You inspect many other places before ending up at the cinema, having not spent a ton of time there in general at first you were just observing, before being interrupted yet again.
“Hah! I should’ve known someone as clever as you would know to come here, surely you could solve this all on your own if given the opportunity!”
Why was he so invested in you? Paying so much attention to you while you should really both be more worried about the murder that was committed against two of your classmates!
“Nagito— Why are you so caught up on what I’m doing? Shouldn’t you be investigating on your own?”
You say, a bit exasperated; it was as if he didn’t care about the situation at hand!
“I suppose, but I enjoy watching you once more- seeing you triumph over the despair of a situation like this is so…satisfying.”
He looks at you as if you have all his attention, like he is fully encapsulated in your being and you can’t help but become nervous.
“You don’t have to be nervous, I like watching you in your element, after all! The way you put so much effort into finding every detail, how you deduce clues from the smallest things…it all shows how you strive to overcome the obstacles in your way!”
He’s gushing over you, raving about you- it makes you flustered and nervous; you know that he can read you easily, how else would he have sensed your nerves? You try to calm yourself.
“I..- appreciate that…but uh- maybe we can talk or something after the trial..- for now we should focus on this…”
You’re quiet for a moment before speaking softly…
“But you can help me find clues if you want..”
He seems elated, smiling and nodding.
“Of course! I want to be of use to you in any way I can be!”
Maybe having Nagito’s attention could be used to your advantage…
Your Zygomatic Bone Entices Me
Nagito Komaeda x Gender Neutral Reader
note: hi! unfortunately this isn’t a part two of Sticky Situation, that is currently in my drafts and I’m hoping to get it out within the next week! for now enjoy this oneshot and my requests are now open if you want me to write you something about Nagito! I can do blurbs, headcanons, oneshots!:) also this is implied to be island mode of DR2 sorry if that isn’t obvious…
Breakfast was dull, just like every other day. You sat at a table near the window, you had never really been a morning person in the past; but it was mandatory to show up for morning delegations so here you were.
Despite the enticing aroma of the food everyone was currently indulging in, you had a very strict diet that would definitely be broken if you were to satisfy the desire of stuffing your face full of the Ultimate Chef’s cooking.
Instead: you would observe. Your head rested on your hand as you watched your classmates chat, Mahiru seemed sandwiched in a conversation between Mikan and Hiyoko, the latter teasing Mikan to tears while Mahiru tried to de-escalate.
You couldn’t help but draw your attention to the white haired boy also seemingly by his lonesome, but he looked…content?
He appeared to be doing the same thing you were, subtly people-watching your classmates with a carefree smile on his face.
Nagito was a bit of an enigma to you, he was self-loathing in a very outwardly way that made everyone around him uncomfortable, yet he was eerily in tune with everything going on around him. You definitely considered Nagito to be the smartest person on the island, he would probably be a lot more likeable among the others if he wasn’t so obsessed with hope and ‘creepy’ as Ibuki phrased it to you a few times.
Despite all of these things, you never found it in yourself to dislike him; in fact, you almost found him…enjoyable? It was strange, he was friendly in a way that could’ve probably been seen as unsettling, but you found it endearing.
It was clear that his inferiority was a sort of defensive mechanism; if he knew that he was garbage, he couldn’t be hurt by someone else calling him garbage. He spoke of being used because he believed that's all he was good for, maybe no one else really understood that besides you.
It was probably easy to write him off, think he was a weirdo and move on, obtaining the hope fragments and getting off of the island.
But maybe…you saw more in him, there were parts of him that were a bit unsettling, he was self-sacrificial in a way that made you wonder if he was truly only offering to hurt himself for the benefit of his classmates or if maybe there was another undertone to his motives. He often spoke his mind even if it seemed brash or out of place, and he was overly optimistic; talking about hope as if it was a virtue.
Even after acknowledging all of these things- you still didn’t dislike Nagito.
Looking at him now…he was bathed in the golden rays from the sun that peeked through the window, it made his complexion look a lot less sickly and brightened his hair in a way that you couldn’t help but admire-
Nagito would make a nice model, you wondered if maybe his luck would make him steal your ultimate. Maybe he could straighten his hair for a more sleek look, if he pulled it out of his face his eyes would probably be a lot more noticeable; along with his cheekbones..
He definitely had the height for it too, he towered over a lot of people on the island, he would benefit from a straighter posture and a bit more time in the sun would help him get more color, maybe he would have some kind of freckles…
You hardly realized that Nagito was looking right at you until he said your name- you were so caught up in your own thoughts about how (objectively) attractive he is that you hardly realized you were ogling him!
“Are you okay?”
He asked, he had the same smile on his lips that he had while he was watching your peers, you tried not to let the embarrassment get to you and nodded.
“Yes! I was just thinking…you have nice cheekbones!”
You paused- before thinking about how strange that was and spluttering out another response
“I-I mean..you would make a nice model!”
You said, you didn’t want to think about the warmth that you felt on your cheeks.
His expression shifted, it made your stomach drop and you wondered if he would somehow see that as an insult, he seemed surprised before he began to chuckle.
“Ah- you find a nobody like me worthy enough to compare to your ultimate? Your hope truly knows no bounds! Although, I assume you are only saying that to mess with me…still, hearing that from your mouth was enough to give me chills!”
Your brows furrow, you knew he didn’t accept compliments well- but you were zoned out looking at him for 5 minutes! He was probably just being humble.
“No– I do think you’re attractive, I mean…your eyes are very captivating, you’re very lean and fit- I’m sure that would be good for runways- you have a good smile and your cheekbones are…lovely.”
His expression once again shifted the one of surprise, it was always nice when you genuinely caught him off guard- he seemed like he was at a loss for words, opening his mouth before closing it once again.
You wonder if you went too far- maybe YOU freaked him out by observing him too much, you thought about him regularly, you couldn’t help the way your eyes always seemed to drift to him– you just had a lot of time to think about this! And it was your ultimate after all!
He settled on a smile, but it seemed more genuine, or at least charged with more genuine emotion as his eyes looked at you with the feeling of something you couldn’t quite decipher yet.
“I can hardly believe you would spend so much time looking at me so intensely that you would notice that many things and not become repulsed…although, my looks are nothing compared to yours. I couldn’t think of anyone more fitting for the title of ‘Ultimate Model’!”
Although his compliment is very standard it still makes you flush, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way you nervously avoid his gaze (but of course, he did).
“Ah- I’m sorry, of course I would make you uncomfortable, a compliment from someone like me probably seems more like an insult, right?”
He was sheepish, clearly apologetic for any of the potential harm he may have caused, although the real reason for your shyness was because of some feelings you now felt bubbling in your chest.
You’re supposed to be attractive! It’s your ultimate, he’s just acknowledging it, but the fact that Nagito finds you good-looking still makes your heart sputter in your chest in a way you can’t explain.
“I’m not uncomfortable! I guess… I just appreciate you complimenting me, is all- you seem genuine about it.”
You don’t want to say any of your other feelings for now, it’s probably best you process them on your own before springing them onto him.
“Of course I’m genuine, I think you’re the most attractive person here, in fact…I find myself staring at you a lot! You’re very pleasing to look at.”
The thought of him looking at you from across the room, admiring you in conversation the way you so often do to him makes you fluster in a way you can’t quite shake off, you know that he is picking up on this and he almost seems smug, like he intentionally chose to say that.
“I- thank you– oh I think It’s time for morning delegations!”
You quickly stand up, trying not to trip over yourself by how fast you try to get away.
“I should probably go, bye, Komaeda!”
You say so fast it almost seems like one word, he smiles to himself as he watches the way you deeply exhale once you meet with the others.
Sticky Situation
Nagito Komaeda x Gender Neutral Reader
note: hi wow! this is my first time ever posting one of my fics on tumblr! I’m a bit nervous but I hope whoever ends up reading this likes it! I got the idea for this fic because I accidentally spilled coca-cola all over myself at work…ANYWAY! Nagito might be a bit ooc I’m still getting used to writing him (^_^)
You didn’t really KNOW Nagito Komaeda.
Of course you knew he was in your class, you could hardly miss the eyesore that his mop-head hair was—
You knew from your fellow classmates that he brought terrible bouts of bad luck, not only to himself but to those around him.
You might’ve found it peculiar- how his talent worked on others; you had never really seen anything like it…
In any case, you didn’t KNOW Nagito beyond the few interactions you were forced to have with him, you weren’t even sure if he knew your talent…
(Of course he did, he did in-depth research on every ultimate in his class, but you didn’t know that)
That all changed when Ms. Yukizome assigned a project where you would have to work in pairs.
You didn’t mind this, in fact, you found it helpful! Sometimes it was difficult to focus on refining your talent and the homework Ms. Yukizome regularly gave, a project with someone else would (hopefully) take some of the burden off of you!
Although, you supposed there was a slight downside…
You never fully realized how many ‘duos’ there were in your class…while the others scrambled to their friends, you meekly stood, hoping one of your mutual friends would chose you…but they hadn’t.
Suddenly the only partnerless people were TeruTeru, Kazuichi, and…Nagito.
Mentally you cringed, of course you had to be saddled with the three weirdos…
Teruteru gawked at you, making no effort to hide the fact that he was practically undressing you with his eyes- you definitely wouldn’t chose him.
Kazuichi looked at you as if he was begging you not to force him with either Teruteru or Nagito, you supposed you felt a bit bad…but Kazuichi hardly turned his work in on time and you knew he would be a lousy partner…
That left Nagito.
He had a calm smile plastered on his face, as if he didn’t care if you picked him or not, you knew he was smart- he contributed to MANY of Ms. Yukizome’s discussions (despite groans in frustration from fellow classmates when he began to rant about hope…)
He was also punctual! As punctual as he could be with his luck…you knew he would have no issue getting the project in on time, finishing his portion sufficiently, and not ogle you!
Your footsteps felt heavy as you approached him, you were nervous but you couldn’t really place your finger on why- you knew he would say yes, maybe it was everything you heard about him, the fact that he wasn’t your friend might’ve also played a role.
Nonetheless, you approached Nagito, and he seemed almost surprised? As if he was truly expecting you to pick one of the other two.
“Komaeda— I was wondering if you wanted to be my partner?”
You didn’t know why this embarrassed you so much, it was humiliating that you didn’t have a single friend to partner with, but this embarrassment wasn’t from that…his gaze bored into you and it gave you goosebumps- was Nagito always this unsettling?
“You…- really want to be partners with trash like me? Are you sure? I’m sure you have better options…”
You deadpanned, vaguely gesturing to the other two-
“I think I’ll take my chances with you.”
You said, and that same carefree smile returned to his face.
“Ah…Well if you’re sure I suppose their isn’t anything to be done, but I’m sorry if you find me to be a lousy partner, I’ll try my best to ensure my work is top of the line!”
You hummed in acknowledgment- he wasn’t strange, but you guessed he wasn’t horrible, part of you wondered why none of your classmates associated with him- it’s not like any of them were much more ‘normal’ than him.
There was an awkward silence and you felt tense- maybe some sort of conversation would help?
You peered over at his desk, the wall of Dr. Hopper had yet to be diminished, you smiled a bit to yourself-
“You still have all that soda?”
You ask, a grin taking place on your face, the concept of his luck making something like that happen- it was all very bizarre…
“Hm? Oh…I suppose I do, I usually give them out if someone asks- did you want one?”
You pondered for a moment- It had been a while since you had Dr. Hopper, and one soda wouldn’t hurt!
“Yeah! Sure, thanks Komaeda!”
He smiled, picking one up off the wall he had constructed and handing it to you.
“Of course! Trash like me has little to be good for, so this is the least I could do!”
You didn’t really know how to respond to the self deprecation so you began to crack open the soda, popping the tab before—
It was like an explosion, but only directed towards you of course- as if you had put a whole tin of mints in the tiny can, it began to fizz all over you, drenching you and your uniform in the sticky liquid.
Everyone in the class turned their attention towards you, and for a moment you were frozen, so was Nagito.
It suddenly dawned on you why people stayed away from him.
Nagito was quick to sputter out apologies, so many that you could hardly even make most of them out-
“Of course something like this would happen— I sincerely apologize for my incompetence—“
He seemed almost nervous, like he felt as if he had messed something up- which he did in a way, your school uniform now covered in sticky soda…
Part of you didn’t even really know what to say, you were embarrassed, standing with everyone watching you, dripping soda onto the ground, you were upset, but the rational part of you KNEW it wasn’t really his fault.
“It’s fine…”
You said, just wanting all of the attention off of you, setting the can down on one of the desks nearby as Nagito watched you with bated breath.
“It’s not your fault- I uhm..probably shook up the can.”
He swallowed, as if he was afraid to say anything.
“Do you at least want to swap jackets? I know you probably wouldn’t want to trade jackets with garbage like me- but it is probably better than soda…Ah- unless you want nothing to do with me anymore!”
“Yeah- we can trade—“
You shrugged off the jacket and handed it to him, and he in turn gave you his jacket, when you slipped it on you could smell the scent of his detergent, it wasn’t anything specific, just…clean.
Nagito was lanky, his sleeves were a bit too long on you but you would manage, at this point the attention seemed to mostly disapate away from you, Nagito still seemed as if he was bracing for impact and it made you feel slightly guilty.
“Uhm- I’m not upset at you or anything and I still want to be your partner— I suppose it was just unfortunate timing”
You gave him a small smile, and his breathing hitched, something in him switching ever so slightly.
“How hopeful…you could blame me and berate me like I deserve, but you decide not to!”
He seemed elated with this fact, you just hummed and began to scoot away-
“Well— I kinda need to change my uniform now, I’ll see you around Komaeda.”
You made your exit, but his eyes never left you, he could hardly wait to start the project!
if enough people end up liking this maybe i’ll make it a series? ive been wanting to do a character study on Nagito so maybe this would be a nice chance to:3