@saiharakaedes said: ooh can i get a uhhhhhhhhh momoharu backhand slap for bthbingo
Uhhhhhhh absolutely
Fandom: Danganronpa
Characters: Kaito Momota, Maki Harukawa
“Why did you want me to come if you were just going to ditch me?”
Maki’s hard gaze bore into him, but Kaito didn’t mind- much. If he looked past her hardened stare, her eyes were really pretty, not that she would appreciate him saying so. For a moment, he couldn’t find words, but Maki rolled her eyes, going to close her door. “Wait, no!”
“Look. I only came because you told me that we were going to have fun together. I came on the condition that you wouldn’t leave me alone in a crowd of people I can’t stand. If you aren’t going to answer my question, I’m going to go right back to doing what I was doing- ignoring you.”
But a grin spread across his face. “Ignoring me, right. That’s why you answered the door. Seriously, though, I meant what I said, just give me a moment to explain, okay?”
“You have one minute. Starting now.”
He had to admit, he panicked a bit. He couldn’t form an explanation that fast! It wasn’t exactly his fault that their friends dragged him off, though maybe he shouldn’t have said he’d “be right back” given that it took over a half hour. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know that they would drag me away, I didn’t know that it was gonna take that long, I didn’t know any of that was going to happen. If I had, I wouldn’t have made you come.”
She hesitated for a moment, like she was considering his words. “Whatever.” Her door closed before he could stop it this time. She really was mad about this, and he can, for the most part, see why. He knew very well that she wasn’t comfortable in super-social, crowded places. He just thought he’d be able to help her have some fun there.
“C’mon, Maki Roll! Let me make it up to you!” He rang her doorbell over and over once more, sure he was going to break it.
The door opened again. “If I let you, will you promise to leave me alone, at least for another hour?”
“Fine, whatever you want! I’ll make it up to you, your choice. I can take you out on a date, or you can hit me.”
She blinked. “You want to let a trained assassin hit you?”
Yeah, he had a feeling she would choose that one. Before he could respond, she slapped him across the face with the back of her hand. He didn’t dwell on how she’d even reached, given her short stature.
“I’ll take the date, too.” Her door shut for good this time. His cheek hurt, and was probably all red. She hadn’t even flinched.
Worth it.
