CASE C「LOSE」D.

❝ HE STOPPED LEAVING ANY AND ALL RECORDS THAT NIGHT, AS IF TO FIGHT BACK AGAINST A WORLD WHERE ALL IS RECORDED AND RECORDS ARE THE ONLY THINGS BEING QUESTIONED, AS IF TO TAKE ON A CHALLENGE HE HAD NO WAY OF WINNING. ❞

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it’s good to settle down.

Koi city was very lively and full of life and color but also serene which is exactly what Mimi needed in this stage of her life. The city reminded her a lot of Venice, Italy which she’s been to before. She’s had the pleasure of traveling all over the world due to her lifestyle that her family was happy to provide for her. Also being a former digidestined had some of its perks. Mimi had a ton of bags delivered to her new apartment’s door. All of them were full of outfits, shoes, makeup, all the knick knacks and stuff she collected over the years. It’s the usual for a girl like her. She checked her surroundings and she could smell the restaurants around her and the sound of people chit-chatting as they walked near the river in the middle of the city. She smiled to herself while holding a big vase in the crook of her arm. The vase was a sky blue with clouds painted on it and it was full of fresh white lilies. They were for her new roommate who hadn’t arrived just yet, or maybe he did? She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she was excited to meet him so she bought him something to make him comfortable.

“I hope he likes flowers! Even if he doesn’t, it’s always nice to have a little decoration to make a place your own!” Her voice was booming as she turned the doorknob to the apartment. “I’m home!~” She spoke in a sing song voice as she entered the lovely apartment. Her eyes sparkled as she saw how nice the layout was. Everything was clean and in it’s place, the colors were pleasant and there was enough space for most, if not all of her stuff. She went into the dining room and left the vase full of flowers right in the middle of it. Putting her hands on her hips while she looked around.

“I guess… he isn’t here yet?” She shrugged. She wasn’t too worried about it because she would meet him later. After all, the guy needs a place to sleep right? She could feel her stomach rumbling, she was starving after the long journey. Since her roommate wasn’t here yet, maybe he was starving too. This gives her an excuse to scope out the kitchen and make herself something to eat.

“Okay let’s see here…” Mimi was knocking over pots and pans and looking for ingredients to cook with. She found some pasta, some chocolate sauce, one orange and some powdered sugar. That’s all they have? Well… she makes a note to herself to go shopping later! For now, this will do.

“Mama always told me the way into a person’s heart is through their stomach… and I only learn from the best.” She hummed as she started boiling the spaghetti and threw the thick chocolate liquid into a saucepan and a sticky sweet scent covered the entire apartment. She tasted the warm chocolate sauce and decided that it needed some more flavor.

“This should do it… This is going to taste amazing! Papa would be so proud!” She started to peel the one orange she had and put the peels into the chocolate sauce and put a pinch of salt in it. She swayed her hips to the sound of her own voice and thought about what her roommate would be like. Was he the nice type? Quiet? The Smart type? It didn’t matter to her, she was glad to make a new life for herself after years of fighting monsters and protecting the world from evil.

“Everything will be fine…” She closed her eyes for a minute before continuing. Her heart sped fast with excitement but she continued making the special meal for her and her potential new friend.

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The sun presents itself high up in the sky like it always is, as if it is grinning in a mocking manner as it spreads its warmth across the planet. The day is pleasant, smells like the beginning of the youthful whirlwind of love, akin to the sensation that comes alongside with the birth of a first crush. 

But if you’re Kumagawa Misogi and you want to be blunt about the situation, you could say it’s just plainly disgusting. 

The sheer negative aura exuding from the boy who walked nonchalantly and aimlessly through the streets had been enough to send people running, make some other people cry, and a small fraction just look at him in confusion as if the devil itself had walked past them. No one is counting, but on his way “home”, over thirty people had suffered the impact from his obnoxiously negative presence. 

The door opens quietly, enough for her to listen to the weak creaking sound. There’s a smell of tasty food coming from the kitchen (still being made, he assumes) that lures him in, stepping closer-- being greeted by the colorful figure of a girl that irradiated waves of pure plus.

(He hates her already.)

In the first fraction of a second, Mimi can see an expression of pure hatred, anger, all the negative emotions welling up in his boyish face at once.  In the next, he’s grinning, full of bloody rainbows and greyscale sunshines. 

Mimi might’ve noticed, by now, that he is not the quiet type, or the smart type, or any type at all. If anything, he is the ‘run the fuck away or you’ll end up dying a thousand times’ type. 

By the way, doesn’t it feel like something just pierced her head violently? No. It’s all fiction.

「OH, WHAT IS THIS? PERHAPS THE NINE THOUSAND CORPSES I’VE SACRIFICED HAVE GIVEN ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO FINALLY LIVE THE DREAM? WHO’D HAVE KNOWN I’D EVER GET TO EAT A HOMEMADE BENTOU FROM A CUTE GIRL LIKE IN THE MANGAS?」 He exclaims, beams, clasps his hands together and approaches the girl while still keeping his own distance. Misogi is like a clown, or the eccentric host of an american TV show, gesticulating like an excited schoolboy.

「OH! I HAVEN’T INTRODUCED MYSELF, HAVE I?」 

All smiles, using a mask of gentleness so fake it could feel genuine-- holds a hand out as the other rests against his chest, dirty sapphires staring at her so intensely it’s as if they could burn through her existence.

「KUMAGAWA YUKI, IT’S NICE TO MEET YOU! I’M KUMAGAWA MISOGI’S TWIN BROTHER! JOKE. I’M ACTUALLY MISOGI! AH, YOU MUST BE MY WAIFU FOR LAIFU, YES? PLEASE TREAT ME NICELY.」

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（；へ：） (/□＼*)・゜ (*^◇^)_旦

（；へ： ） ( WHAT MAKES THE CHARACTER CRY )

any of the things mentioned where I talked about affection have the probability to make him cry.

also, all of the tears he’ll show you, are fake. 100% crocodile tears, original and registrated; don’t steal. buy from the original creator, kumagawa misogi. his acts are so good no one would be able to know if he didn’t say right ahead that they’re fake. 

if you are najimi ajimu, then you have a bigger chance of making him cry. it’s unclear to me yet whether he feels hatred toward himself, her or both for doing what he did, but, well, let’s take one moment to examplify this… 

it took her only one ‘be honested with yourself’ to make him say what he truly felt.

so yeah. it’s really easy for her to elicit any kind of reaction on him, including tears. otherwise, it’d be hard.

(/□＼*)・゜  ( WHAT MAKES THE CHARACTER BLUSH )

nothing, really. his embarassment is so strong it’s easier for him to go straight to the point of freezing entirely. just blushing is impossible. good luck trying.

(*^◇^)_旦  ( WHAT THE CHARACTER LIKES TO EAT AND DRINK )

already answered.

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☂ ( WEATHER THE CHARACTER ENJOYS )

the answer is very simple, actually.

none!

as someone who hates everything, the few things he doesn’t hate or dislike stay in the ‘neutral’ zone. so, yeah, he’d find a reason to hate everything. summer is too hot and it makes him sweat, spring is too happy and it makes him sick, winter is too cold and it makes him get a cold, autumn has those obnoxious falling leaves and they’re annoying.

so he doesn’t care about any of them. but if he did give a shit about weather, all of them would make him want to exterminate everything around him.

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（・□・；） (*^◇^)_旦 ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

(*^◇^)_旦  ( WHAT THE CHARACTER LIKES TO EAT AND DRINK )

well, he doesn’t have the privilege to say he likes anything. but I headcanon him as someone who tolerates junk food, ramen, and this sort of stuff more easily than healthy food? he almost doesn’t eat, though; that’s why he looks so scrawny.

but hey, if a cute girl offers him something, who is he to refuse?

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ ( WHAT MAKES THE CHARACTER LAUGH )

if we count only the misogi kumagawa that we see everyday, then it’s everything. he’ll laugh at jokes, he’ll laugh at fun tricks, he’ll even laugh at you falling down the stairs and breaking all of your bones and dying tragically in the hospital!

also, whenever he is screwing (pun not intended!) someone, he is smiling or laughing in a way. whenever someone is crumbling, wilting under him, the hand he offers is not a friendly hand. he is not offering a friendly hand. he is pointing at you and laughing at your misery at the same time he is embracing this misery of yours.

the only people he could originally call his comrades were his fellow minuses, after all.

even after his development, he remains sadistic and unpleasant. his happiness is still an act. if you take off his mask, it’s impossible to make him laugh. if you do, he will question it, and, again, murder you.

he is a troubled boy.

（・□・；）  ( WHAT MAKES THE CHARACTER UNCOMFORTABLE )

again, affection! any display of affection is able to make him burst into a tsunordadoquake of emotions. ah, physical contact of any sort is guaranteed to make him uncomfortable as hell. and you don’t want that, do you?

…do you?

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† ½ ⊙﹏☉

† ( HOW THE CHARACTER FEELS ABOUT MURDER )

he doesn’t care!

misogi outright says he doesn’t care. he’d kill everyone in the planet without thinking twice, including himself, and if given a chance, he will do this to you. his power, too, helps him to have a ‘who cares?’ view on death and life, too. if you annoy him, he’ll kill you. if you make him feel pleasant sensations, he’ll kill you. the chances of dying with him are very high, but he’ll always ‘undo’ your death like 「IT’S ALL FICTION!」

what an asshole. 

½ ( HOW THE CHARACTER  FEELS ABOUT PEOPLE TALLER OR SHORTER THAN HIM )

he doesn’t care, again. he treats younger/shorter people as if he’s their senpai or something, but even then it’s like he doesn’t care. taller people? well, he might appear to be intimidated by them, but it’s not relevant for him.

let’s put it like this: people are all the same for him. grey blobs walking around. so height is irrelevant.

⊙﹏☉ ( WHAT FLUSTERS THE CHARACTER )

definitely not girls.

not girls themselves, anyway. misogi is shameless, to put it simply; he’ll walk in on people changing without breaking a sweat, he’ll tell people to buy pornographic magazines with him with a straight face and if a pretty girl talks to him, chances are he’ll start saying too much in a matter of minutes.

but you’re here to know what flusters him, not what doesn’t.

the response is affection. as someone who had roughly zero of it during his life, except for minor moments in canon, misogi deals rather roughly with any sort of affection. call him a friend, and you’ll see him going through an existential crisis. hug him, and he’ll push you off and pierce you with imaginary screws until you die, and revive you like nothing’s happened. 

make him love you, and he’ll tear off your face brutally to question whether he is really in love or not.

so there is not really anything that flusters him; it’s more than that, more intense, as if something about it pulls a string on him that unleashes all of those emotions he can’t comprehend. he literally doesn’t do emotions despite being a highly emotional character, and this is his weakness.

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Accidents happen T v T ;

1. ( MY MUSE ACCIDENTALLY ENTERING IN YOUR APARTMENT. )

The first thing Todd will notice upon entering the apartment is how messy it is. 

Empty packages thrown around the place like someone wasn’t satisfied with its contents, food everywhere, a piece of pizza making a squish as ketchup seems to spread beneath his shoe, not to mention the horrible stench of what seems to be rotten fries, sauce and blood. Screws of various sizes make cracks on the wall, pierced firmly into the concrete. The only plausible answer for the scene is: a hikikomori psychopathic giant is living in this place.

So, yeah. 

It might need some cleaning!

A black-haired boy emerges from the hallway, looking impecably dirty, various stains of ketchup (?) covering his face and school uniform. The first thing he does, after throwing a large screw aside, is opening his arms as if he’s greeting him. Everything about this boy, even the smile in his face, gives off a dangerous vibe.

It was not a nice day for a friendly visit.

「WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?IT’S NOT MY FAULT! I FOUND THIS PLACE LIKE THAT!」

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Headcanons list! (Add more if you wish)

½ = How the character feels about people taller or shorter than them

± = The character and what they think about math

† = How the character feels about murder

@ = How the character appears online

¥ = How the character handles money or spends it

° = The character’s temperature preferences 

æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn)

↔ = The character’s ability to read directions

♥ = Character’s preference for relationships (sexuality, type of person, etc.)

zzz= What time the character enjoys sleep or being awake

☂ = Weather the character enjoys

♪ = What music the character likes

( =①ω①=) = What animals the character likes and if they have a pet/pets

(・∀・ ) = The character’s emotional state most of the time

☆～（ゝ。∂）= How the character greets people

⊙﹏☉ = What flusters the character

(≧∇≦) = What makes the character happy

(/□＼*)・゜ = What makes the character blush

(;╹⌓╹) = What scares the character

（；へ：） = What makes the character cry

(´ q ` ” ) = The character’s “guilty” pleasure

（・□・；） = What makes the character uncomfortable

(*^◇^)_旦 = What the character likes to eat and drink

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ = What makes the character laugh

(´；Д；｀) = What worries the character

(⑅ ‘﹃’ ) = What the character daydreams or thinks about

( ⌒o⌒)人(⌒-⌒ ) = Friends the character has or would like to make

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accidents happen!

8. ( MY MUSE WALKS IN ON YOURS CHANGING. )

He is not here expecting all the moments that the privilege of having a pair might bring—

— because the very idea of it, for him, could be described as nothing less than nerve-wrecking. 

Most days, it’s like Misogi doesn’t care much about her presence aside from the occasional pranks and conversations that are anything but friendly. He always speaks as if there is a script somewhere for him to read, like it’s even more difficult for him to keep his good boy(?) act in this situation, in this lovely environment that just makes him even angrier. 

But this, this is the first good thing that happened since his arrival. 

(He never breaks his character.)

「KYAAA! M-MIMI-CHAN IS NAKED! MY, IT’S JUST LIKE THE SCENES IN MY DOUJINSHIS, ISN’T IT? MY PURITY! I’VE BEEN DEFILED!」He is covering his eyes with his arm, putting a splayed hand in front of him as if to block completely the view of the half-dressed girl. It’s a lie, obviously; like everything he says, breathes and thinks. Soon he’s holding out his arms like someone had just told a very funny joke, cackling in that obnoxious way of his. 

Yeah, he’s staring at her, like it’s a normal situation. 

「HAHAHAH. JOKE! MIMI-CHAN, NICE UNDERWEAR! I WAS EXPECTING SOMETHING LIKE PINK OR STRIPED PANTIES WITH FRILLY BOWS FOR YOU, BUT– OOPS!」

He runs past the door before a shoe going light-speed at him can damage his face.

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Send me “Accidents Happen” and...

I will randomly pick a scenario and write my character’s reaction! You can re-roll if you are uncomfortable with doing any of them! Random Number Generator: x

1. My muse accidentally walking into your muse’s apartment. 2. Your muse accidentally pushing mine into the canal.  3. Both our muses falling into the canal. 4. My muse accidentally sending yours an embarrassing text/letter. 5. Your muse catching mine dancing/singing like no one’s watching. 6. Your muse accidentally walks in on mine checking themselves out. Yeah. I look hot today. 7. My muse accidentally spills paint all over yours. 8. My muse accidentally walks in on yours changing.

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longcons replied to your post: longcons replied to your postagem:「…」throw it at...

omg you CAN’T JUST GO AROUND MURDERING EVERYONE MISOGI. IS THERE A BETTER PROTAGONIST THAN ME IN THE ROOM?????

「EH-- PROTAGONIST?」

He doesn’t even have to look that much at her. He doesn’t feel the protagonist aura! Shrugs her off. 「HAHAHAHA, BUT YOU’RE DEFINITELY MINOR CHARACTER MATERIAL. THE KIND OF CHARACTER THAT WOULD NEVER APPEAR IN DOUJINSHIS, YOU KNOW? GEE, I DON’T THINK YOU COULD BE A MAIN CHARACTER EVEN IF YOU BATHED YOURSELF IN GOLD, SILLY!」

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longcons replied to your postagem:「…」

throw it at your enemies. strike while the moments still hot.

Looks at the machine. Looks at her.

「AH, BUT THIS IS HEAVY! IT COULD KILL SOMEONE, STRANGER-CHAN! ARE YOU TRYING TO TRICK ME INTO BECOMING A MURDERER? HOW DANGEROUS. AND YOU EVEN LOOK LIKE AN ANGEL!」

Which, in Misoginese, means he will do it. Thanks for the suggestion.

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