H I A T U S

"You're the very definition of the Grim himself." Independent DR OC blog for Hisoka Konishi, SHSL Assassin, and featuring Arata Suzuka, SHSL Good Luck. Blog currently under indefinite hiatus (and therefore archived) due to loss of muse and mun taking a break from the community. This blog will likely not be reopened. Mun can be contacted at her personal blog.

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{ logs into this account...with only the intention of getting my fucking animal boyfriend details god bLESS }

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“ Ah, H—Hisoka-kun..! Um, u-um… I g-got you chocolate, s-so Happy Valentine’s Day!! ”

She’s a little nervous, the crimson across her face becoming more and more apparent with each passing second. Hands hold out the heart shaped box to Hisoka, her nervous smile warping a bit as she bites her lip. The type of chocolate is concealed inside on a label, though it’s probably already quite obvious!!

Open and peek inside?

Naturally, the overtly curious assassin just had to look, even if he did know exactly what this was. Before doing anything else, he reads the little letter addressed to him slowly, as to take in her every loving word. At the end, just at reading the final instance of the word 'love', he smiles a little and bites his lip.

{ "Aya-chan, this is...aha, I don't even know what to say! Thank you so much...for putting such hard work into this just for me...and I love you more than I could even say. Words just can't describe how important you are, y'know?" }

To demonstrate this he hugs her tightly, careful to keep the chocolate box level, and then kisses her forehead. Aw.

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{ “Hey! We’re here to, uh, promote a Dangan Ronpa OC multimuse. I guess we’re looking for a few friends in this crazy school! So, uh, could you do us a favour and like or reblog this post if you’re any kind of Dangan Ronpa RP blog that’s OC friendly? We’re looking forward to talking to you, after all…! Heh. Aren’t we, redhead? …Hello?” }

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don’t imagine your otp slow dancing in their socks while the taller of the two hums a tune (terribly) for them to dance to and the shorter has their face pressed into the taller one’s shoulder. don’t imagine it.

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     His caress was warmer than all of her layers protecting her body from frostbite looming in the air. Hands grasped tight, tight, tight on his jacket, fingers digging deep into the material with the desperation of a heartbroken girl. Close, she wanted him closer and closer, if it was even possible. His scent, his warmth, his everything and his existence — it brought her to tears. The worries, the pain, the endless rivers of tears she cried melted away in that very moment and she knew she couldn’t ever, ever let go of him again.

     Ayane nuzzled into his chest, her arms resting against his body in a tight embrace, tears staining his clothes. Every so often she would pepper kisses along whatever she could reach; anything to prove her feelings true to him.

“ G-god, Hisoka…. H-Hisoka, is it really you? I-I’m so sorry…! I’m sorry, I w-was wrong… I love you, I really love you — I-I missed you so much… ”

     She prayed, she hoped he had still felt the same. The flower that had been wilting finally had the chance to sprout again, if permitted the right nutrients.

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Her actions, and the desperation he could feel in her kisses- though he was brimming with guilt that might spill over, just knowing her love was enough to convince him. Was it all in his head, that she would hate him? He deserved it more than anything, but of course it wasn't what he wanted. He just wanted this. The reminder of how they used to be before he left, before her amnesia...

He could feel her shoulders shaking with tears. With the gentlest touch in leather gloves he tilted her head back to look at the angelic face he'd fallen in love with. He couldn't help the watery smile that crept across his face. He almost thought he might cry too.

{ "I sure hope it's me...heh." }

He cupped one of her peach-tinted cheeks in one hand, to wipe away a tear with his thumb.

{ "I...heh, I love you too, Aya-chan...! It's been pretty hard....since I haven't had you there to support me. But I'm sorry. I'm..." }

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@sirrenrossa koroshxya

IM BURNing

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     It had become a habit for her to wander the halls alone; weary eyes, heavy footsteps, the hushed sound of sniffles only induced by tears. Curious eyes would trace her every step, whispered of the girl who ambled aimlessly about the school. Not all could hear her grief, nor could they see through her opacity to view the core of her depression, but it wasn’t as if she would feed their curious minds. Even she had not told her best friend of her worries.

     The courtyard, although placed in the harsh cold and the biting wind, was a place she could escape the voices, the whispers she heard countlessly speaking of her daily walks. She couldn’t bear it, couldn’t bear the thought of others scorning her whilst she was already lamenting. A red muffler bounded her neck with warmth, a heavy winter coat to shield a trembling body from the cold air, thick socks and boots to insulate feet — but nothing she wore prepared her for him, running towards her from the distance as if his life depended on it. Him in the flesh, azure hair and all, though clad in a different attire than the last time she saw him. It was nearly unbelievable.

“ H-Hisoka… kun..? ”

     Wide, cerulean eyes dripped with salty tears, rosy cheeks elongating as thin lips held agape. As fast as a cheetah would have gone, Ayane’s heart rate soared to the heavens as his figure grew closer. She didn’t know whether to feel happy or sad, angry or grateful, but there was a hint of relief hidden deep within that made her move towards Hisoka with the same desperation as him.

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In her thick winter gear she was still able to run. Hisoka himself was wrapped up, but his coat was leather and not as suited for the climate. His lungs ached with the pain of violently breathing in and out such bitter cold air with desperation and disbelief; his ribcage felt as if it would fold in and break. It hurt so much, but he ignored all of it for her. The sight of her round, cold-bitten face and wide eyes would numb the pain.

He caught her in his arms, embracing her against the chill of the wind, and pressing his face into the space between her cheek and her scarf as tightly as could manage with all the layers. It wasn't his place to have her anymore, he thought, but he did, and he wouldn't change that for the world.

{ "Aya-chan...I've got you..." }

He didn't want to let go.

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It had been well over a month since Hisoka had turned his back on this building without a word of warning to anyone. The busy, lively halls were no different to before, and the very same atmosphere reminiscent of excitable teens and mature teachers was still in place.

The assassin leaned back against the outside wall of the building's front, breathing out a thin trail of frosty white. Lazily he turned his head to survey the courtyard. His breath caught in his throat.

Happenstance.

A girl in the courtyard, with short hair the colour of cotton candy. He remembered her nature, sweet enough to match. It made his heart warm up, and then freeze.

{ "Ayane...Ayane!" }

The second utterance of that girl's name came as a shout, a shout that he hadn't meant for at all. There was so much left unsaid between them that this could only end up in hurt. He knew it from the bottom of his heart, but that didn't stop him from running to her.

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hanaxemi replied to your post:hanaxemi replied to your post:{ “Heh…I’m exhausted...

Phhh gmg oh ym god should i write the starter or??? if i do it might take a while but!!!

i can do it if you'd like! it won't be super long and fancy though!

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hanaxemi replied to your post:{ “Heh…I’m exhausted but…it’s nice to say ‘I’m...

I WANNA RP WITH HIS OKA CAN WE

BET YOUR BOTTOM DOLLAR WE CAN

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{ "Heh...I'm exhausted but...it's nice to say 'I'm Hisoka Konishi and I'm a student here' again...!" }

{ "It's been over a month. I wonder if anyone remembers me? I hope I'm not that forgettable." }

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this kid meme thing has only reminded me how much i want the otp back

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when hisoka and ayane are married with kids i bet it's a very musical house and they all sing together while doing chores like in mary poppins or something and play instruments with pots and pans

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hanaxemi replied to your post:"I hate you, dad!"

HES SO PRECIOUS I AM DYING

he certainly tries~

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Dad, stop being tonedeaf unlike Mommy!!! I can't sing well because of you. (sad faced child)

{ “Heh…honey, if that were an option I’d have the voice of an angel. But with lots of practice, you’d be able to sing! Maybe Mommy will help you.” }

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"I hate you, dad!"

{ “…What? Why…?” }

{ “Gh…you can hate me all you want, but I still love you.” }