#despair nagito

[hamnerheads]

yall this nagito goes so hard oml

[ariespetal]

Despair era sketches, thinking about kamukoma again 😌

[wkngsnds]

Kotoko: “Hey, even if you’re our servant…You keep bringing up ancient history and I’ll kill you.”

Nagito, who triggered her on purpose: “shiver me timbers”

[gaykomaegi]

memories

“do you remember? i don’t expect you to, it was years ago, after all. the only reason i brought it up is because i had a dream about you last night. ah, it’s pretty embarrassing to say that to someone like you… but i don’t think i would have thought about it if wasn’t for that dream.”

a breeze made the boy’s hair sway like sakura petals drifting toward the earth.

“it wasn’t just one memory, either. i think you were in the grade below me. despite being in different classes, i remember you playing with my old dog. his name was lucky.”

magnolias. lilies. peonies. he was surrounded by flowers. stood among them like they had taken him in as their own.

“i don’t have many memories of when he was alive. he got hit by a car when i was seven. he always wore a green collar with a clover pattern on it. i kept it for a while after he died, but i must have lost it somewhere.”

his uniform had stains at the knees from falling. he fell a lot. he went to the nurse often because of his luck. for some reason, they both went together one day.

“sorry, i’m beginning to ramble. i haven’t thought about lucky in a while, so it was a surprise to me that you met him. ah, im talking about him like he was the prime minister or something. he was just an insignificant dog.”

when the boy stopped coming to school, nobody knew why.

“i apologize if i’m coming on strong, but i need to ask you something.”

the flowers were abandoned and the empty space he left went forgotten. the boy was not missed.

“do you… do you think it means something that we knew each other as children? looking back now, it sounds almost too good to be true. but, i can’t help but think we were meant to meet again like this.”

now, with metal tight around his wrists, the boy exudes an aura of veiled bitterness. or perhaps, the shared, unspoken comprehension of a lost opportunity.

no, he couldn’t have been helped. back then, nobody knew how he would turn out.

“you’re wrong,” said naegi.

is it really any different now?

“i don’t remember you.”

[snapling]

I COME WITH KNIVES

bonus older doodle that kinda became a precursor to this one: 

[d3nkiweb]

:: nagito messy lay꩜uts %?!

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[bunhitwonder]

[marketableshinplush]

Worship the ground you spit on