#cleceptiive

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@cleceptiive continued from here.

            "Sure, fine, call me dumb all you want. But it still doesn't change the fact that you've done such harsh things even to dig for the truth. You may have helped but you could at least have a heart about it!" Kaede clenched her hands, growing annoyed. She was slowly beginning to lose a bit of her own temper; He really was a little troublemaker, like an evil villain with little to no concern for others. The pianist tends to try giving people the benefit of the doubt...but she was unfortunately receiving some doubts about Kokichi growing. “By the way you are behaving, do you really think I can give you another chance for me to trust you?”

[tragediiis]

—- [ Can you even BEAR to see me!? ] @cleceptiive​

---- “ Y’know, for some sorta ‘supreme leader’, it’s kinda pathetic that lil cute ol’ me is dethroning you! ‘Course, that implies you were ever on a throne in the first place. Puhuhuhu. ”

[eludum]

❥  @cleceptiive​

“um... sorry. who are you?”

it was just her class that was supposed to be invited to this party, right? so how come, when she showed up early so she could set everything up, there was this... kid... standing there like he owned the place? did they accidentally double book the place, or...?

chiaki peered down at him, eyebrows furrowed, trying to decide what to do about this. it was clear her brain was being kicked into high gear as she stared, the wheels turning behind her eyes.

[adventiured]

@cleceptiive​ said: “ did you just forget about me or something? ” (Hiro @Rantaro)

            since danganronpa  ,  he’d forgotten a lot about himself.  who he was  ,  where he came from  ,  hell he’d even forgotten any family he might have.  &  ,  if he’d ever known this kid  ,  with hurt so evident on his face  ,  it was likely that rantaro had forgotten him  ,  too.  it was sad  ,  how much of himself he’d lost to that game  ,  to danganronpa  ,  but....feelings remained.  he remembered feelings  ,  things he usually ignored  ,  but....it was so strong here  ,  he wasn’t sure why.  he shakes his head  ,  opting to offer a soft smile.

                  ‘ i’m sorry, but.....i might’ve.  i’ve....forgotten about a lot of things, i guess.  can i...ask for your name ?? ’

[adventiured]

@cleceptiive​  said: It was a nightmare. It had to be. Just a terrible, terrible nightmare in which Rantaro was stumbling his way, clutching a wound from which so much blood streamed, even trickling between his fingers. He couldn't breath, but he has to do something. Hiro runs over to him. "P-Please... keep pressure on the wound..." Tears were already streaming down his cheeks. "Y-Yeah... l-like that... I'm going to call f-for help!! Hang in there, y-you can do it, Rantaro!!" He goes to grab his phone.

if rantaro got shot, would you...

            he only vaguely remembers getting shot  ,  he wouldn’t notice it save for the searing pain in his side with every step  ,  the blood seeping between his fingers as he tries to keep it in.  his breathing is heavy  ,  the world seems to swim before his eyes as he crumbles to his knees  ,  face contorted in pain.  he whimpers slightly  ,  his hands  &  arms shaking with the effort of using fading strength to hold himself together.  it’s only a single wound  ,  something he supposes he should be thankful for  ,  &  knowing him  ,  he probably deserved more  ,  but got off lightly.  he hadn’t expected to run into hiro  ,  watching him from the ground where he now lays.  breathing takes considerable effort  ,  his hands press lighter  &  lighter against his side now  ,  noises of pain escaping him with nearly every breath.  a bloodied hand reaches out  ,  falling to his side  &  revealing a gruesome sight  ;  a hole shot through his clothes  &  skin  ,  oozing blood  &  draining energy from him with every passing second.  the only thing he’d done was try to help  ,  &  now he might die for it.  how pathetic  ,  he thought  ,  a grim smile crossing his face for a brief second.

                ‘ h-hiro.... ’

                 his voice is weak  ,  the ground is cold  ,  &  his clothes are sticking to his skin.  would help even come in time  ,  could he even be helped now ??  his breathing is heavy still  ,  eyes nearly shut  ,  he doesn’t try calling out again.  the pain is only a dull throb in his mind now  ,  he knows he must look quite a sight.  had he scared hiro  ,  showing up out of nowhere all bloodied  &  injured.  he wondered  ,  vaguely  ,  if this would be how hiro remembered him  ,  dying on the ground because he was an  idiot  who got shot.

                 ‘ can you.....do something....for me ?? ’

                  he forces his voice a bit louder  ,  trying to get hiro’s attention for what may be the last time.  he’s tired  &  cold  ,  it takes so much energy to try  &  stay alive now.

                  ‘ ......can you....i want...to see you smile....please ?? ’

[adventiured]

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            after a moment  ,  rantaro leans back  ,  looking down at hiro softly  ,  &  then at the hand grabbing at his sleeve.  he smiles softly  ,  his own cheeks a little flushed as he takes hiro’s hand in his own  ,  heart racing in his chest.  frankly  ,  he’d expected to be pushed away at the very least  ,  but he wasn’t  ,  &  he wasn’t sure why.  still  ,  he waits for the inevitable rejection  ,  however polite it may be coming from hiro.  he blinks  ,  as if bracing himself for the heartache  ,  unsure if it will come.  but he speaks anyways  ,  voice hesitant  &  soft.

                    ‘ i.....was that okay ?? ’

                     rantaro’s teeth sink into his lower lip  &  he drops hiro’s hand reluctantly  ,  nervous energy bubbling under his skin  ,  settling like static.  he’s never done this kind of thing before  ,  never just kissed someone because he wanted to  ,  but  god  did he want to.

                    ‘ ......s-should i go ?? ’

[adventiured]

@cleceptiive​.   /   pregame softness.

            ‘ ah, oba-kun. ’

                 his voice is gentle as so not to startle him  ,  offering a bright smile as he speaks.  he’s got a soft spot for quiet ones  ,  it seems  ,  but he can’t really help that.  a hand finds itself on hiro’s shoulder  ,  looking down at him.

                  ‘ want to walk with me for a bit ?? ’

[ahogedetective]

@cleceptiive​ continued from - { x }

Seiichi’s music wasn’t too loud, so he could hear the other’s response, prompting Seiichi to look back up at him. “Oh-” Taking a second to pause his music, he waves a dismissive hand in the air, saying:

“I-It’s alright. I was just offering, in case you might have wanted to sit, so um... don’t worry about it...” He reassures him, putting his bag back onto the seat. It didn’t bother him at all, since Seiichi could understand. Sitting crammed next to someone wasn’t always ideal, either, anyway.