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i see 😕😕 we miss u

I'll be back, just slightly sick

(　´⊇｀)

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where were you today at approximately 11:21AM?

In my bed, living as a sick Victorian child :(

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hello.

Yo.

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Hey man, just checkn’ on ya— How are you doing btw?

I'm doing alright! It's holiday season, so a little stressful, but that's how it always is. Thanks for checking in, anon!

(Also, I 100% forgot to respond to this when I saw it in the inbox a month ago, sorry!) - Mod Hajime

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I think kiibo is so cute that it hurts my heart??? I guess he’s going to my “fav dr character list”

I feel you on that one! Kiibo is definitely one of my favorite characters. The DR team might've fallen flat on some characters, but at least they wrote the robot well!

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i used to have the fattest crush on kaito … the space guy

The Luminary of The Stars?? Wild.

(I say, ignoring my Yasuhiro folder)

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For the anon who just sent in an ask, don't worry, I already got your other one, no need to duplicate them.

I'm currently busy with school, but I try to write when I can. Thank you for understanding! - Mod Hajime

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Can I request Ryoma reacting to finding the reader’s dead body?

In case you couldn't tell, I love writing angst! And wow, lots of Ryoma asks! I'm glad he's getting some love! Thanks for the requests, Anon! -Mod Hajime

Ryoma Discovers Your Dead Body

…

What?

What was he… looking at?

That couldn’t be you. That didn’t look like you.

Because you were always so lively. Even if you weren’t always smiling, you were always shining brighter than anyone in the room. At least to him.

So what the hell was he looking at?

There you were. Just… laying on the ground. Lifeless.

He could see the blood on your skull, some dried, and some still sticky.

It was horrible. He couldn’t stand to see you like this.

But maybe this was better. You didn’t deserve to suffer, and it looked like you’d died immediately. So at least you… didn’t feel the pain of death.

This was a punishment for what he’d done. A sick slap in the face from the gods. Why couldn’t it have been him?

Before he knew it, warm tears were falling down his face. Why you? Why did it have to be you?

Ryoma reached out and held you in his arms. He was crying, but no noise was leaving him.

He didn’t even notice when Shuichi and Miu walked in. The Body Discovery Announcement faded into the background. Nothing else mattered.

He stayed by your body the whole time. He guarded it, and he stared at Shuichi the entire time he investigated the body. Ryoma wasn’t going to let anybody violate you in death. You deserved to rest.

The class trial? He hardly remembered. Everyone was arguing, he’d been accused more than once, but Shuichi quickly disproved it.

All he felt was guilt. He should’ve protected you. He would have killed to keep you safe.

And if Kaito hadn’t held him back, he would’ve killed the monster who took your life.

Watching the execution, he still felt nothing. He knew you wouldn’t have wanted him to celebrate someone’s death, so he didn’t.

But as the days passed, he just felt colder and colder. The ice was creeping through his veins and freezing his heart. The tears had stopped.

He missed you. Oh, he missed you more than anything. Why was he cursed to outlive everyone who loved him?

Ryoma didn’t deserve to still be alive.

He truly had nothing to live for now. Now he was just wandering the world, truly just a shell of himself. Time no longer had meaning. Nothing had meaning.

So as he stared at the sky, he let the person behind him end his life. It was what he deserved.

And maybe he’d get to see you again, if Heaven hadn’t locked the gates yet.

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Bruh when the reader cuddled up with Ryoma in their sleep, y’know after when the they tried to protect him from Kirumi.

The image of Hajimeme and Mikan on the hospital bed popped up into my head and I can’t un-think it 😳

Btw, I loved it sm! Keep up the good work 🫶😘

I was totally thinking of that scene while I wrote it, I won't even lie. I'm glad you enjoyed it too! Ryoma's a really interesting character to write, so I hope the characterization was good.

Thanks for the support, Anon! I really do appreciate messages like this! - Mod Hajime

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I know that the Kaede angst saga but can I see one where Kaede's parents get arrested and Kokichi throws a celebration party for it.

Like the previous Saga works, this has some potentially triggering stuff in it, so be careful, y'all. Thank you for the ask, Anon, I hope you like it! - Mod Hajime

Kaede Angst Saga: Extra!!

Kaede ducked behind the couch, watching a beer bottle fly over her head and smash into the wall. The stairs to her room were on the other side of the room, which out ruled running away.

Her mother had come home exceptionally drunk, which wouldn’t have been an issue if her father didn’t have one of his ‘friends’ over at the same time.

A screaming match soon turned into a brawl. Kaede had unfortunately gotten home when her mom was choking out the poor girl on their floor.

Because she was stupid, she pulled her mother off the girl and successfully got her out of the house. Of course, that left Kaede as the only vent for a drunk woman’s rage.

The minute Kaede felt a fist connect with her cheek, she saw her father grab her mom by the neck and throw her onto their glass table, shattering it.

Now she was here, stuck hiding behind a couch and listening to her parents abuse each other.

Kira walked down the stairs and stared at Kaede and then past the couch. She attempted to walk back up the stairs but was nailed in the back of the head with a mystery high heel, as it definitely wasn’t from the set her mom was wearing.

Kaede’s heart dropped, seeing Kira’s head smack into the railing and then the stairs underneath her with a disturbing thud. This didn’t stop her parents though.

The incoming sound of police sirens entered Kaede’s ears and her eyes widened. She made herself smaller and pleaded to be anywhere but her own house.

The front door was knocked down and multiple officers entered the house and apprehended her parents. Another officer ran towards Kira while one helped Kaede to her feet.

It was all a blur as she watched her handcuffed parents being removed from their home and Kira being moved out on a stretcher.

She was sitting outside her house with the officer, waiting for one of her relatives to pick up the phone. The air was cold and there wasn’t a single visible star. How fitting.

A bandage was applied to her cheek and Kaede touched it gently, she didn’t even realize she had been bleeding. It must’ve been a cut from her mom’s ring.

She was soon informed that her aunt would be coming to pick her up. Kaede couldn’t even muster a smile, what was she supposed to be excited about?

Even with her aunt reassuring her that everything would be okay, Kaede had already heard the officers discussing her living environment. She would be getting removed from her home as both of her parents would be going to jail for assault and battery charges as well as presumed child abuse. All of which Kaede couldn’t disprove.

Despite her parents being awful, Kaede didn’t want to be left on her own. She barely knew her aunt, the comfort of her room was about to be destroyed and it wasn’t even her fault.

The whole arrest had gone on some dumb tabloid network because Kaede, being a Hope’s Peak student, was apparently famous.

So when she walked into school the next day, the whole class was staring at her, but Kokichi was absent. She chose to stay silent but dropped her aching smile, realizing she couldn’t fake her way out of the situation.

Luckily, she lived in a dorm, so the process of moving wouldn’t affect her so much. But the looming news from the hospital kept her with a pit in her stomach.

Kira had hit her head hard. So hard that she’d gone into surgery for something.

Kaede could barely process if she was happy or sad about the news. Sure, Kira was one of her tormentors, but she was still the same age as her. They were both still young, and Kira’s venom was probably her way of dealing with the trauma of their home life.

She sighed as she opened the door of her dorm, ready to pass out. She was quickly surprised by a party popper going off in her face.

“Happy Parent’s-Finally-Got-Arrested!” Kokichi shouted. There was a platter of clearly store-bought cupcakes on her desk and a gaudy banner handing over her bed. “Sorry the party is so minimalistic, if I had known in advance, I would’ve rented a venue!”

Kaede couldn’t understand what was so great about it. Her parents had just gotten arrested, her sister was hospitalized, and she was being removed from her home. “So you decided to throw a celebration for this? What’s wrong with you?”

Kokichi’s smile fell. “Bad timing?” He asked, tossing the party popper in the trash with excellent accuracy.

“Yeah,” Kaede humorlessly laughed, “Shitty timing, even. Thanks for throwing a party for the worst event of my life, Kokichi. Real considerate.”

She hadn’t even realized the tears rolling down her face until Kokichi wiped them away with his sleeves. “Hey, Kaede, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to comfort people, so this was all I could think of.”

She gently pushed him away, “Just get all of it out of my room. I can’t do this right now.”

Kokichi quickly removed any evidence of the ‘celebration’ and came back two minutes later. Kaede scrolled on her phone, too tired to process any of the information being relayed to her.

She felt a weight on the edge of her bed. “You’re always welcome at my place.” Kokichi muttered.

“What?”

Kokichi blew a puff of air, “My house isn’t shit like yours. I wanted to ask you earlier, but I figured you’d think I was rubbing it in your face.” He got closer to her, “So if you can’t stand being at whatever new house you’re staying at, come over to mine.”

“Aren’t you homeless and an orphan?” Kaede asked, not a hint of humor in her voice.

“What kind of dumbass did you hear that from? I’ll have you know I live in the biggest mansion in the country and have hundreds of siblings from all twenty of my mothers.” Kokichi snickered.

His exaggeration made Kaede crack a smile. “You’re so different from how everyone else sees you. I like that.”

“Isn’t that the same for you?” He laid down, spreading his limbs out.

Kaede laid down, purposely laying on his arm, “I guess so. But do you mind that?”

“I’d have to be an idiot to dislike anything about you.”

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The last anon read my mind lol. Is it alright if I request the same thing with Fuyuhiko, where reader is trying to escape someone killing them and he saves them?

Man, y'all sure do love your near-death experiences. Nothing wrong with that though, I like writing them! Thank you for the request, Anon! - Mod Hajime

Fuyuhiko Saving You From A Murder Attempt

There was no reason for you to even be outside at a time like this.

But it was so hard to believe you had been trapped on a remote island and were now part of a killing game. Didn’t that sort of stuff only happen in fiction?

Still, despite Monokuma telling you all that your cabins were safe, you didn’t trust them.

You especially didn’t trust yours, if the broken lock was anything to go off.

Thinking ahead into the future, you didn’t tell anyone your door was busted. That would’ve made it too easy.

Though, being outside made you easy prey as well. There wasn’t a motive to kill yet, but wasn’t being trapped on an island a good enough reason?

Suddenly feeling nervous, you stood up. Long gone was the desire for peace within Jabberwock Park.

Without missing a beat, you ran back to your cabin, your adrenaline making it easier to handle running for such a long distance.

You opened your door and shut it behind you, letting out a long sigh. Nothing had happened today, not even a little spat between your classmates had occurred. So that meant there was peace, right?

You shuffled to the bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror. Dark circles were forming under your eyes and your expression had turned into a permanent frown. Well, that was to be expected, considering you hadn’t slept properly in days.

The silence in your cabin was interrupted by the sound of your doorknob jiggling. Your useless lock audibly popped and the door creaked open.

If you shut your bathroom door now, you’d be discovered for sure. You tucked yourself into the corner, hoping the lack of light would you from the intruder’s vision.

Unfortunately, your efforts didn’t work. The intruder’s hand shot out and grabbed your arm, yanking you out of your hiding spot.

A shout ripped from you when you felt a sharp pain in your side. You looked down to see the handle of an ice pick sticking out of you.

With adrenaline pumping through you, you delivered a strong punch to your attacker, knocking them into your dresser. A little Monokuma plush hit the floor from the impact, bouncing against their leg.

Suddenly, you were very aware of the metal in your abdomen. You caught yourself on your dresser and staggered towards the door.

Blood roared in your ears when you heard the attacker getting up. You had to get out of there immediately.

The door slammed behind you and you stumbled across the docks, unsure of where you were. Everything was spinning and you felt like your dinner was about to make a second debut.

Your head knocked against a solid piece of wood. It cleared the heat in your ears so you did it again. You continued for an unknown amount of time, barely aware of an obscure figure walking towards you.

Without warning, the cool wood was removed from your head, sending you to the floor and the mystery person fleeing.

“What the fuck?” You heard someone talking. The voice was familiar, but your head was too full of melted butter to process it. Instead, you responded with a groan.

Trying to remember how to stand, you held your hands out to push yourself up, but the ice pick was making it hard to move. You struggled to find the pick and gripped it, ready to pull it out.

“Don’t do that, you dumbass!” A soft hand smacked yours away and you were quickly pulled into a bright, much warmer room.

A pretty face was in front of you and the person waved their hand in front of you. “Hey! Look at me! Don’t you dare die right now!” You squinted.

Pink cheeks, freckles, long eyelashes, and a mean snarl.

“Fuyuhiko?” You mumbled, struggling to pick an eye to look at.

He huffed, “Yeah, it’s me. What the hell happened to you?”

“Stabbed? I think.” You looked down at the ice pick and reached for it again, only to be stopped by Fuyuhiko again.

He held your hands down and ordered you to stay still and lay on the ground. The yakuza disappeared for a moment until he returned with a pair of scissors, a rag, bandages, and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. 

“Gonna take it out?” You whispered, focusing on his face, specifically a freckle on his cheek.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he cut the fabric around the knife and pulled your shirt up, opening the rubbing alcohol. He was looking for something, but you didn’t know what.

You groaned when a stinging sensation erupted on your sternum. “Don’t move, you have a cut here.”

“What about the other one?” You asked, pointing at your plugged stab wound.

“If I pull it out you’ll bleed out. Can you shut the fuck up now?” He grumbled and wrapped your cut in the bandages.

Fuyuhiko sighed and dragged you over to his bed. When he realized he couldn’t carry you, he threw his pillows and blanket on the floor. He laid down next to you, quiet, but watching you.

Each rise and fall of your chest could be the last, and he didn’t want someone dead in his room.

He didn’t want to see anyone die for that matter.

You were one lucky bastard. Knocking on his door after getting attacked wasn’t easy, to add to that, you had an ice pick completely lodged in your body. He wanted to ignore it, but hearing the knocks get progressively slower made the pit in his stomach grow.

When he opened the door he was expecting something worse, but having you fall at his feet was worse. Not to mention the suspicious shadow that crept away when he opened his door. What would’ve happened if he hadn’t opened the door?

Did you even realize you were dying?

He looked over at you to check and let out a sigh of relief, seeing you still breathing. He just had to wait for the sun to rise then he could grab Mikan to get the ice pick out of you.

Hopefully you could make it for two more hours. He glanced at the clock, reading 5:00. “You really are a lucky motherfucker.” He let out a half chuckle.

He reached his hand to hold onto yours and squeezed it.

He was just checking your pulse, that was all.

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Hi I was the person who requested the Gundham x reader killing game AU awhile ago and I loved what you wrote.

Would I be able to request a Ryoma x reader one shot where the reader stops Kirumi from killing him…. if this is too specific I don’t mind if you do something else, I’m sure I’ll like whatever you write.😸

Here you go, anon! I'm glad you enjoy my work! Also, do y'all like my new icon? Made it myself! (Apologies for it being a little blurry haha!) -Mod Hajime

Reader Saves Ryoma From Kirumi's Murder Attempt (x Reader)

It had all happened so quickly.

You had been having a hard time sleeping since Kaede’s execution and were aimlessly wandering around the academy.

Sure, it was dangerous, but you sincerely doubted that anyone was actively scouting for a random victim.

Unless you had become someone’s target.

A pit formed in your stomach at this idea and you immediately stepped away from the doors that led to a random classroom. Maybe going to your room was safer than being active at night. You rushed back to the dorms but paused when you heard a loud crack coming from a hallway. 

You turned the corner against your better instincts and froze. Kirumi was standing above Ryoma with some long pole, or was it a stick? What you did know was that Ryoma was unconscious and Kirumi was holding a possible murder weapon.

For some reason you didn’t run away to call for help. That’s what a smart person would have done.

But no, you ran straight into danger, nothing but adrenaline and an odd sense of justice fueling your once tired body. Kirumi barely had time to register what was happening by the time you slammed her into the ground.

She struggled against you, both of her eyes visible to you. The maid looked crazed and with an impossible surge of strength, she threw you into the wall. Your head bounced off the drywall and you grunted in pain.

However, when you saw Kirumi going near Ryoma’s unconscious (you hoped) self, the pain dulled and you staggered to your feet. You reached your hands out and shoved her to the ground. With a speed you didn’t remember possessing, you picked up Ryoma and hauled him over your shoulder before running away.

Your heart thrummed in your chest as you ran, leaping up flights of stairs to reach a destination that felt too far away. Was Kirumi following you? Did that even matter right now?

Eventually, after what felt like hours, you reached your dorm, flung the door open, and rushed Ryoma to your bed. You pulled his hat off, which was damp. When you removed your hand, you saw a messy smudge of pink on your fingers and palm alongside the disturbing scent of iron.

Stifling your gag, you checked his hair and saw what looked like a gash in his scalp. Luckily, you had gone into the nurse’s office, stolen a bunch of supplies, and stuffed them into your bathroom before this had happened.

You were hesitant to leave him, but after you finally checked if he was breathing, you rushed to your bathroom and grabbed supplies. Returning with a damp rag, gauze, and some kind of ointment, you got to work.

You really hoped that this wouldn’t make his wound worse.

By the time you finished, your hands were shaking and you were near passing out. You put your first aid things aside and crawled onto your bed, wrapping Ryoma in a layer of blankets and setting his hat on your nightstand.

In your sleep, you were hugging his cushioned body.

When you woke up, you realized that Ryoma was also awake, but he was as still as a statue. You looked down to see him red in the face but with his eyes wide open. Quickly, you asked if he was okay.

“Yeah. What happened? Wasn’t Kiru-” He cut himself off. You got out of bed and changed his bandages, happy to see his wound was minor and had scabbed during the night.

Even though you stayed silent, Ryoma could tell what you were thinking. “Don’t… Don’t blame Kirumi. What she did was out of love for the country.” You raised an eyebrow at this and asked him what he was talking about.

He explained as well as he could, but the obvious concussion was causing him to blank on some parts of information. He also mentioned random names and places that he didn’t recall. You brushed it off as a delusion from getting his head whacked.

But when he said why Kirumi picked him, you felt your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. What did he mean his life meant nothing? And why did his life mean everything to you?

“I’m only a shell of who I used to be. For a cause as noble as hers, it’d be pretty damn shameful to deny her request. So-” You pulled him into a gentle hug, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

It was quiet except for your occasional sniffling as the two of you sat on your bed. After a minute, Ryoma decided to hug you as well, patting your back. He didn’t understand why you were crying. The killing game must’ve finally hit you after days of living in shock.

You parted from your hug and handed him his hat, apologizing for the blood. He shook his head, giving you the faintest hint of a smile. He put it back on his head and sighed.

Ryoma patted his pockets, rubbing his hat when he realized he was missing his candy cigarettes. You sat with him, keeping a close eye on him.

The sound of the Monokuma announcement blared through your ears and you both grumbled about that “damn bear”. 

You stood up and reached your hand out for him. He hesitantly took it and you left your dorm holding hands. He looked away from you and huffed, smiling to himself.

“I guess I’ve still got a ways to go.”

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Hi! Can I get a Fuyuhiko, Kokichi and Korekiyo X a reader who is very clumsy and forgets things easily?

I bet you thought I was dead, huh? Nope, I'm just a procrastinator and a student! Thank you for your patience! <3 -Mod Hajime

Fuyuhiko, Kokichi, and Korekiyo with a Clumsy & Forgetful Reader

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Okay, one clumsy person wasn’t too bad, but two? Between you and Mikan, Fuyuhiko couldn’t stand being in the classroom. One minute everything was fine and the next both of you were on the ground and Mikan was in an impossible position. At least whatever was going on with the nurse wasn’t happening to you.

He just didn’t get it. How were you so clumsy? Was there some genetic issue, did you have a weak leg? He wanted to ask you but 1. It felt rude to do that, and 2. It was kind of his whole thing to not care about anyone.

So he remained concerned in silence.

Over all, you were a nice person and you weren’t as annoying as some of the other characters in the class, even if his confusion and concern grew with each day.

Not only were you clumsy, but you were also the most forgetful person he knew. It wasn’t even minimal things you were forgetting, like what you ate for breakfast. It was the names of people, what things were called, the test on Friday, ect.

It finally reached a breaking point where he had to ask you. What was going on?

When you answered him he felt dumb. No, you didn’t have a bad leg and you didn’t hit your head either. You were just born that way. It didn’t hinder how you lived your life because after so many tumbles you could just laugh it off.

What was there to be embarrassed or worried about? People fall and forget all the time! You just happened to do it more than others.

Your words stuck with him. You were just yourself. Unashamed of being yourself and uncaring of other people’s opinion of you. It was admirable, something he’d never been able to do.

Afterwards, Fuyuhiko found himself trying to open up and you ended up supporting him without trying to. He would start to help you stand up after a fall and he’d remind you of things when you forgot.

Somehow your clumsy-ass saved him from being closed off forever.

Kokichi Ouma

Honestly, he found you mildly amusing at best, being clumsy or forgetful didn’t make him interested. If that was what interested him, he would’ve been all over his upperclassman, Mikan.

Still, there was at least something fun about you. Because you forgot stuff so easily he could easily trick you into helping him. You were like a less innocent and dumb Gonta to him!

When he started to rope you into his pranks and schemes it was just something to pass the time. He had tons of lackeys and now you were one of them.

That was until one day, while you two were preparing a prank that involved messing with the sprinklers in your classroom something bad happened. You had insisted on loosening the sprinklers and while Kokichi was still preparing tie-dye, you had fallen off the ladder.

He watched you hit the ground with the ladder falling on you and felt a weird pain in his chest. Was he actually worried for you? Apparently, he was.

Before he could check you for an injury you pushed the ladder off of you and started laughing. It surprised him but it slowly began to make sense. Someone so accident-prone had to have developed some resilience over time, right? Your skull was probably reinforced with metal or something with how many times he saw you trip over your own feet in the halls.

Once he was convinced you were okay he chose to finish with the sprinklers and fill the capsule he brought with the dye. Both of you were wearing white and when the rest of the class entered Kokichi stood up on Ryoma’s desk and lifted a match up to the sprinklers, triggering the prank.

You had forgotten the prank while the lesson was happening but once the dye sprayed out of the sprinklers, you remembered what you had set up.

By the time the school managed to shut the sprinklers off, the entire class was covered in red, blue, yellow, and whatever colors bled together.

Even with your clumsiness and forgetfulness, Kokichi didn’t mind hanging out with you. It made it more fun because not only did you help with his endless schemes, you would forget it too, giving him another genuine reaction.

It was at a certain moment when he saw you laughing that he realized that maybe you weren’t so bad.

Korekiyo Shinguji

Everyone tripped over things and forgot, it was just the way humans were. Yet, you seemed to be the exception of that average.

The first day of class you fell through the door, tripped over Akamatsu’s desk, and dropped literally everything you were holding. Kiyo wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do.

Was he meant to help you? Maybe you had done it on purpose and it was a joke. He chose to leave you be, though now he was interested.

Every day it was something new. You got tangled in his hair once and Kirumi had to untangle you. Another time you somehow fell out of your chair and brought the whole desk with you. Was it possible you had been cursed?

Not only were you clumsy, but you were also very forgetful, not that he minded. You sat near him so he was willing to assist you. It had gotten to a point where he would just bring a printed copy of his notes for you in case you forgot to bring them or write them for that matter. Every time you apologized, though he reassured you that he didn’t mind.

He really didn’t. You were intriguing to him. Studying your behavior was fun because while you were predictable, you were also incredibly difficult to understand. There wasn’t really a pattern to your clumsiness or something specific you would forget. All he could do was ask questions and watch.

At some point he had started considering you a friend and less of something to study. Your resilience and confidence were admirable. You weren’t ashamed of being forgetful or clumsy like others were.

He enjoyed your presence, even if your clumsiness could result in both of you falling. The number of times he’d had to save you from falling down the stairs was almost as common as you tripping over your own feet, which is to say it had been a daily thing at one point. Still, he didn’t dislike being around you.

There was still no explanation for why you were so forgetful and clumsy but Kiyo found that it didn’t matter anymore. You were just yourself and that was all humans really needed to be.

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Maybe Teruteru, Yasuhiro, and Kiyotaka with a Ticklish s/o? SFW of course :>)

So, I ended up getting sick (yuck), so this took me a bit, but I completed it! This was a very cute request, Anon! I hope you like it! -Mod Hajime

Teruteru, Yasuhiro, and Kiyotaka with Ticklish! S/O

Teruteru Hanamura

He found out you were ticklish when he accidentally poked you in your side while cooking. He didn’t think much of it, as plenty of people were ticklish, but it always stayed in the back of his mind.

Honestly, he finds it adorable that you’re ticklish. He enjoys seeing you screaming with laughter as he tickles you.

Plus, it gives him another reason to touch you! (wink)

Sometimes he’ll just come up behind you and poke your sides until you’re red with laughter.

The sound of your laugh is his favorite noise in the world, you being ticklish was a gift sent from the heavens. All he has to do is poke you and he gets a laugh? He’s been blessed.

He doesn’t do it all the time, as he likes to savor the moment so that he’ll never tire of it. Also, you tend to laugh even more if you’re not expecting it.

He sometimes gives you kisses while tickling you, but not too much that he loses focus.

“You’re adorable, darling!”

What he’ll never tell you is that he’s also ticklish. Perhaps even more than you are!

Yasuhiro Hagakure

It took him a while to realize you were ticklish. Not because he didn’t notice you were laughing, but because he didn’t know why you were laughing.

At first he thought it was because of his story, but then he noticed that his hair had been rubbing against your neck for the past minute. He apologized and never brought it up again.

Then, he ended up picking you up from your torso and wiggled his fingers under your armpits. You started cackling and he realized that you were ticklish. A devious grin spread across his face.

If he finds an opening, he pokes you in your sides and then a tickle-fight starts.

One minute, he’s got you by your sides, next he’s got your neck. Then, you flip the tables after your hand poked him in his stomach. His eyes widen and suddenly he’s under attack. 

You may have won the battle, but you haven’t won the war!

He makes plans to get you when your defenses are low and he uses his strength to get you down. Your laugh is contagious and he then starts to wheeze alongside you.

It’s one of his favorite things about you, as he finds it cute, funny, and unfortunately relatable.

Any time can be tickle-time when you’re with Hiro.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

He noticed it right away, but he didn’t bring it up.

But his curiosity got the best of him and he eventually went up to you and asked for permission to tickle you.

You were immediately confused, but seeing how much he wanted to, you let him.

You’ve opened a can of worms because now he won’t stop.

He’s not too ticklish, so he’s never experienced something like this. He finds it very cute, but it’s still PDA, so he never does it in public.

When you two are alone, sometimes he’ll just poke your stomach before pretending it never happened.

He loves tickling you more than he admits and you ever mention the fact, he’ll deny it and flush red.

It’s your way of revenge against him.

He will usually announce when he wants to tickle you, but sometimes he’ll do it without warning.

He likes hearing you laugh, it makes him happy to see you smile. He never has time to indulge himself, so it’s like a treat for him. Yes, he might be strict with himself, but that doesn’t mean he’ll ignore something so sweet when it’s right there!

If you snort when you laugh, he loses it. His laugh is just as boisterous as yours and he’ll fall into a laughing fit with you.

Taka just likes to make you smile (with your permission of course).

[ohmyronpa]

Hello!! I'm here to request some fluff domestic headcanons with Ibuki x reader (preferred female but I don't mind gender neutral or male lol just do what you wanna do 😜)

Look I'm just as disappointed in myself as you guys are. Once again, it took too long to get an imagine out. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, Anon! - Mod Hajime

Fluffy Domestic Ibuki Headcannons Fem! Reader

Ibuki wakes up early, like 4:00 AM early. Though, she usually stays in bed with you because she doesn’t want to accidentally wake you up.

When you do get up, she bombards you with kisses (if you’re okay with kisses).

Her love language is touch, she loves to hug you, kiss you, hold your hand, as long as she’s close to you she loves it.

She has so many pet names for you she barely calls you by your actual name.

Her favorites are “honey” “babe” “my love” and “sweetcheeks “.

More than once she has yelled “I love my girlfriend” at the top of her lungs in public.

Sometimes she’ll write songs about you, she has an entire album about you.

She tried to bake for you once. Keyword, ONCE. It didn’t even look like food. Somehow it was burnt and raw at the same time. She stuck some edible glitter on it and some pink hearts made with store bought frosting.

It was the thought that counted, no matter how inedible it was.

She’s bought matching outfits and jewelry for both of you.

If you were ever interested, she would absolutely help you learn an instrument.

Oh boy, the amount of compliments she gives you in a single day is unreal. You could just be having a casual conversation and she would drop in a compliment like it was nothing. She doesn’t even realize that she gave you a compliment, she just speaks her mind and it comes out so naturally.

Your dates are usually dinners that end with going somewhere fun like an arcade or something close. If there’s a concert, she’ll take you no matter how pricey it is.

Sometimes when you two are having a calm day, she’ll put on music and just cuddle you. No extra noises or anything, just cuddles and whatever she chose to play.

Who knows, maybe you could be listening to death metal while laying on the couch. As long as it’s with you, Ibuki doesn’t mind.

She has a book full of pictures of you and her. She draws hearts and notes at the bottom of the Polaroids. They can go from cheesy and sweet to completely ridiculous.

Ibuki goes all out on anniversaries, gifts, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a night out. By the time you get back home you’re both exhausted from the amount of fun you two had.

Best girlfriend award goes to Ibuki Mioda.

[ohmyronpa]

Okay! I think I understand. Can I request a songfic for Ryoma x Reader and the song being "line without a hook" with focus on Ryoma? If you won't have idea on that song I can ask for something else hehe (I have a lot of songs that remind me of Ryoma)

Once again, it takes me over a month to get one request out, sheesh. But, I’m really proud of this one! I hope you like it, dear Anon! Plus, I really like the song! - Mod Hajime

Line Without A Hook: Ryoma Hoshi x Reader

I don’t really give a damn about the way you touch me when we’re alone

Ryoma sighed to himself as he stood on his balcony. He really didn’t deserve you.

You can hold my hand if no one’s home

He looked behind him to stare at you fast asleep in his bed. You looked so peaceful. So peaceful without him…

Do you like it when I’m away? If I went and hurt my body, baby, would you love me the same?

Slowly, he looked away. He couldn’t bear to see you. How you could love someone like him was beyond him. Hell, he couldn’t even love himself, and yet you somehow found something good in him to love.

I can feel all my bones coming back and I’m craving motion

Oh, how he truly did love you. But you deserve someone better. Someone who wasn’t a murderer. Someone who’s future wasn’t already set in stone.

Mama never really learned how to live by herself

Genuinely, he wanted nothing but to be there for you, but he couldn’t. He just wouldn’t be enough. So much stress would be put onto you just by loving him and he cared too much to let that happen.

It’s a curse, and It’s growing, you’re a pond and I’m an ocean

He wiped his eyes and sighed. The night sky was so beautiful and yet his own inner torment was the only thing he could focus on.

All my emotions feel like explosions when you are around and I’ve found a way to kill the sounds

As he took a deep breath, he managed to clear his raging emotions for a moment. Everything was too much. He longed to just take a break and lay down with you, but there was a screaming voice in his head telling him he didn’t deserve it.

Oh, baby, I am a wreck when I’m without you, I need you here to stay

He pulled his hat down to hide his face. Oh how he loathed his mind. The disgusting mind that kept screaming and pounding inside his brain, giving him a headache. He desperately tried to convince himself that he did deserve you, but he himself didn’t even believe it.

I broke all my bones the day I found you crying at the lake

A shudder ran down his spine and he clenched his teeth. No. He couldn’t cry. He had no right to cry. Not when he knew that you were the one who was the victim of your relationship. There was no way he could actually keep you happy, right?

Was it something I said to make you feel like you’re a burden?

He felt terrible. Ryoma hadn’t cried in years. He’d always kept the tears down deep inside so they could never escape. And yet you weren’t even next to him and it felt like he was free enough to openly weep. He couldn’t admit that you were slowly healing him.

And if I could take it all back I swear that I would pull you from the tide

He wanted to heal you too. Nothing would make him happier than to see you smile because of him. Even then, it felt selfish. What right did he have to ask something from you? You do so much for him and he still wants more? It just felt wrong. Even if that voice in his head tells him you smile for him all the time.

I said no, I said no, listen close, it’s a no

The dam finally broke and a heavy sob shook his body to the core.

The wind is a-pounding on my back and I found hope in a heart attack

He bit his lip to try and stifle the sounds, but he could do nothing but curl into himself, clutching his stomach as if he had a stomach ache. It felt like he was dying and his heart was being tugged on. It hurt so much and he didn’t know why. He’d never felt like this before. So why now?

Oh at last, it is past, now I’ve got it, and you can’t have it

Ryoma was so caught up in trying to be quiet, he didn’t even notice you had come onto the balcony until your hand rested on his back. “Ryoma? What’s wrong?” Your voice soothed him and yet even more tears rolled down his reddened cheeks.

Baby I am a wreck without you, I need you here to stay

Embarrassment filled his mind. You had caught him crying! There was no way to explain it either, no way to lie out of it. Even though he knew he couldn’t lie to you even if he wanted to.

I broke all my bones the day I found you crying at the lake

He was quickly pulled into shock as you pulled him into your lap. “Just let it out. You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong if you don’t want to. I’m here for you.” All he could do was nod as he was heated up by your warmth.

Was it something I said to make you feel like you’re a burden?

After a few minutes, his deep sobs toned down to sniffles and occasional whimpers. You had taken his hat off and were gently stroking his head. It should have felt strange, but it was surprisingly comforting. He closed his eyes and sighed.

And if I could take it all back I swear that I would pull you from the tide

Eventually you helped him stand up and gave him one of the sweetest smiles he’d ever seen. And he didn’t even have to ask… He slowly built up the courage and hugged you, or well, your legs. Either way, he got his point across.

Darling, when I’m fast asleep I’ve seen this person watching me

You smiled once again and led him back into bed. He allowed you to swaddle him in blankets till he was mostly fabric before you laid down with him. You pulled him and his cocoon into a gentle hug. Even though the room was quiet, Ryoma’s thoughts still weren’t.

Saying, “Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Tell me, is it worth it?”

His mind was at war, split between two ideas. The possible thought that maybe your relationship would work and both of you could be truly happy with each other, and the thought that you would leave him eventually. He squeezed his eyes shut to try and block out the negative thoughts, but he couldn’t contain them.

Guess there is something, and then there is nothing, there is nothing in between

“Hey,” He muttered and looked at you, “I don’t know how to ask this but… Are you happy being in a relationship with me?” Nervously, he awaited your answer.

And in my eyes there is a tiny dancer watching over me

A small laugh left you and you gazed into his eyes and planted a kiss on his forehead, “Of course. I see no reason not to love you.” You pulled him in closer and warmth spread all over him. He was stunned into silence.

He’s singing, “She’s a, she’s a lady, and I am just a boy” He’s singing, “She’s a, she’s a lady, and I am just a line without a hook

For the first time in years, Ryoma actually believed someone loved him. 

Baby, I am a wreck without you, I need you here to stay

I broke all my bones the day I found you crying at the lake

Was it something I said to make you feel like you’re a burden?

And if I could take it all back I swear that I would pull you from the tide

[ohmyronpa]

Hi, am I able to request Gundham x reader in a killing game AU….. Possibly someone try’s to kill the reader and Gundham manages to save them (you don’t have to include this….just wasn’t sure if I’m supposed to specify anything)

Ahhh, once again, I ended up neglecting this blog. I apologize! Again... Anyways, please enjoy! - Mod Hajime

Gundham Saving You from an Attempted Murder (Killing Game AU)

You had decided to take a midnight stroll, just to clear your mind.

After the last trial, Nagito had been locked up. Although you felt a little safer, you were still weary.

How could someone kill another person? The idea of committing a murder was foreign to you, and you’d never be able to do it, even with a motive.

As you took in a deep breath and tasted the ocean air, a smile crossed your face.

Despite the circumstances, you still thought the island was beautiful.

You turned around as you heard a bush rustle. Whipping your head around and searching for the noise, you fell into a nervous sweat. There was a dark air closing in on you and it felt as if you were being hunted.

Finally getting your legs to work, you took off. You could hear the footsteps of your pursuer following you.

Your heart hammered against your chest and you gasped for air. Running on sand was quickly tiring as your shoes kept sinking into the floor.

Suddenly you were tackled to the ground and you let out a scream. Your attacker was wearing a simple white mask that only showed the eyes. You couldn’t see the color as you were too preoccupied with trying to get them off.

Their hands pinned yours to the ground and you screamed, desperately trying to shove them off of you.

Sand was kicked up and some got in your mouth, however your screaming didn’t stop.

Your attacker growled and pulled out a sharp drop point knife. The silver blade shimmered in the night sky. A tear rolled down your face, were you really about to die?

They lifted their arm and then brought it down to plunge it into your body.

But in one swift movement, their knife was thrown out of their hand and they were tackled to the ground.

Disbelief held you as you watched a tall figure dressed in black, fight your attacker. The hidden person quickly escaped and ran away from the scene, leaving you and your savior alone.

Your hero appeared out of the shadows, revealing himself as the one and only, Gundham Tanaka.

Quickly hauling yourself up, you ran into Gundham’s arms and let out a sob. All the emotions your adrenaline had pushed down had risen and were coming out all at once.

Gundham was rendered speechless. He couldn’t even give a grand speech, not that he felt it was appropriate. In all honesty, he’d only been able to save you thanks to hearing your screaming. And it seemed invalidating if he were to tell you he did it all himself.

He hesitantly put his hand on the small of your back and rubbed it, “Do not be afraid. I will fight off that fiend if they come again. I, Gundham Tanaka, will protect you from harm, blessed one.” He had no nickname for you, but you were truly blessed by the gods for surviving a murder attempt.

As he waited for you to calm down, he made sure to keep a look out for the attacker. If that putrid mortal were to come back, he would smite them down into the fiery pits of hell.

Eventually, he led you back to your cabin. Before he left you reached out and grabbed his scarf, “Don’t leave. Please.” You begged.

All you felt was uneasy and unsafe. Never in your life had you been as scared as you were now.

Gundham sighed and reluctantly agreed. He’d never slept in the same room as another person, let alone in such close proximity.

He chose to sleep in the chair close to your bed as you slept on your bed. As he turned off your light he let a soft smile appear on his face.

“Sleep well, my Blessed Warrior.”