#fcture

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fcture replied to your post: ok but im just now laughing at that meme calling...

hinata’s form of being assertive is saying he refuses to do something and then doing it anyway.

e x a c t l y

he’s the living embodiment of that age old sitcom joke where the character says they’ll never do something and it immediately cuts to them doing it

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@fcture || starter

❝Mind explaining what you’re doing?❞

   It was late, really late, almost midnight, when she saw him walking outside. No one could’ve had anything that important to do that it had to be done in the middle of the night. Of course, there’s the chance that he was simply walking around because he couldn’t sleep, as she was, but Mahiru wouldn’t know unless she asked.

❝Really, you should be in bed getting some rest.❞

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She could hear her mother’s voice clear in her head. “Chiaki, nice girls don’t play games at the dinner table.” “Chiaki, nice girls don’t raise their voice.” “Chiaki, nice girls study at least two hours a day and don’t get failing grades on their tests because they were up all night playing Mario--”

Her teeth ground in frustration. All of these things pent up inside her, which Junko had told her she should let out, that her feelings were valid... finally, she simply spoke her mind.

“Screw being a nice girl... maybe I was tired of being nice anyway,” Chiaki muttered. As soon as she said it, she experienced that familiar fear welling up inside her. And what if nobody likes you, when you’re not a ‘nice girl’? Regret. She shouldn’t have said it.

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fcture replied to your photo: when the fuck did this turn into dangan.ronpa…

dangan ronpa voice: the world ends with you

meanwhile twister plays faintly in the distance as hinata is suddenly mobbed by noise

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@fcture​ (x)

“...right. Yeah.”

She didn’t like any of this, really, even though Junko had reassured them time and time again that everything would be alright. They’d been given some sort of “trap” to rig up, something Chiaki didn’t fully understand herself. There were wires, ropes, metal bits... whatever. She’d just done what the instructions said, only looking up again when she felt Hajime take her hand. She squeezed back, hoping her palms weren’t too sweaty. 

“Done with that part.” She’d cut the pad of her thumb on one of the wires. She stuck it in her mouth, eyeing up the fake knife they’d been given. Scare them, Junko had said. “Are you ready to record?” Chiaki asked, speaking around her injured thumb.

She had fake blood packets underneath her clothes. The goal was to stage her own death, then get it on video as the witnessing students fled from the scene and sprang the trap. The students would get paint all over them, and then a banner would fly up and explain that it was all a prank... supposedly.

Chiaki didn’t understand how this would change things, but Junko was a brilliant enigma. They just had to trust her.

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fcture replied to your post: apparently something hi/nata canonically said...

accept the tsun as he is

i begrudgingly accept the tsun as he is but i will tease him about it because a hinata blush is the most precious gift in the world