#harouma

[danganronpa-textposts]

thanks for the submission!

[himiko-yumehellno]

I can have little a polyship... As a treat

Also I would have put Kokichi's nickname for Kirumi as "mom" but seeing as how she hates that nickname in canon it would have felt gross

[dreamingkatfish]

I'm not really a huge fan of angst.... But I want to give you an ask as I know you like writing a lot. So how about "Are you crying?" as a prompt. You need a fluff break, I hope this helps.

I looooovvvvee youuuuuu mate! Thankies for the ask. Sorry, it’s a bit on the shorter end, but ye. Have some postgame hurt/comfort with Harukawa and Ouma, can be read as romantic though doesn’t have to be. Crossposted to ao3 here. Story under cut.

She clicks her tongue as she looks around the room. Someone is missing. Now usually she wouldn't worry about it, but it's who that's missing that makes her wonder. Not because she thinks he'll do anything bad, though that used to be her immediate thought, it's just… she hates to admit it but… she's worried about him. He doesn't need her to watch over his shoulder constantly. But at the same time, she knows just how much being alone gets to him. And it's not like she needs to keep watch anymore… she sighs. Realistically she's just delaying the inevitable, her decision was made the moment she noticed. 

She turns from the lounge room and heads down the halls towards the ‘bedrooms’ of the facility. She keeps going till she reaches the Ouma’s door. She pauses outside of it and listens. She can faintly hear sniffling from the other side of the door. She knocks gently. 

“Go away.” 

She sighs. “You know as well as I do, that’s not happening,” She responds flatly. He doesn’t answer back. She sits against the door, “Are you crying?”

“No…” He lies.

“Doesn’t sound like it.”

“… jerk.”

“Sometimes I have to be.” She sits there for a while in silence before asking, “ Can I come in?” 

He doesn’t say anything, but she hears footsteps and stands up, turning to meet Ouma’s eyes as he opens the door. She silently joins him in the room watching as he curls back into the cocoon he’s made on the bed. She scans the rest of the room. It looks like a mess, but that’s not new. Paper everywhere, trinkets lining every surface. Just standard Ouma. Though what is concerning is the amount of destroyed papers. He never throws away a design no matter how bad or unrealistic.

She frowns while carefully walking over to the bed, careful not to step on anything. She sits on the side waiting. Though soon Ouma opens it up enough for her lie down next to him. He clings to her immediately after she does. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer. She doesn’t ask. If he wants to tell her then he will. And if not then he won’t. 

And they lay there, Ouma’s crying slowing, though his breath is still shaky. She idly traces shapes on his skin. And eventually, his breath too calms. For a while, after they just sit together in quiet silence. Ouma curled up around her. 

Eventually, though he explains, “Got too loud.”

“Which one?”

“Both.” She nods and tightens her arms around him, he nuzzles into the side of her neck. “It’s okay. Not like anyone caused it on purpose.”

She sighs, leaning her head on top of his, “Alright.” It’s easier if she just accepts this as it is. He doesn’t need to deal with her getting riled up. Instead, she asks, “You going to be okay for dinner, or do you want to eat here?” 

“Here.”

“Alright. Do you want anything right now?”

“Just stay.”

“Can do.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“Love you K.”

He smiles, “Love ya too M.”

Eventually the two fall asleep together. They’ll be up at dinner and maybe Ouma will be up to doing more than lie around, they never did finish their game of chess yet, but for now, they rest.

[incorrectlyndrv3]

Maki: "Kokichi and I have this sort of chemistry where we finish each other's -"

Kokichi: "Sandwiches!"

Maki: "Don't interrupt me, jerk."

[danganronpa-textposts]

thanks for the submission!

[kainessies]

ba't di ko maiwasan, tumingin sa iyong liwanag?

Relationship: Saihara Shuichi/Amami Rantaro

She is just confused. She doesn’t know anything about herself. She’ll realize that she’s a girl. Another girl of the Amami family.

…No.

Rantaro runs away from the home life he’s usually pampered in, to go to the real world and see what it was like, off the grid. He had hired some of his loyal friends from his family to help him travel the world, looking for his sisters. He felt so bad, just neglecting them like that. Well, not anymore. He’s not a girl. He’s a boy. A useless big brother to his twelve younger sisters.

Morning light dawns on Rantaro’s room, waking him up. He smiles a bit, then goes to his personal bathroom in his room, which was on a boat, to take a shower. He never really liked to take a bath, but he needed to to make himself look presentable to the others that’re helping him look for his sisters. The reason why he doesn’t want to take a bath, was because he doesn’t want to look at his body. His chest was covered of stitches, due to wanting to become a boy desperately. But he can never get rid of the scars. He kept thinking of them as battle scars, to make him feel better for himself. Hey, at least he doesn’t have to wear a damn binder all the time.

After his quick shower, he wears a set of freshly washed clothes, and went to the captain’s deck.

“Yuuki, how’s it going? See any land?”, he asks the captain. The captain smiles.

“Well, we’ll be in the American port in about an hour, sir”, he says.

Rantaro nods. “Okay then. Let me know if we’re here. I’m going to check up on the others.”

“Very well, Mr. Amami.”

Checking up on the other crew members were an easy task; after all, there’s only a total of fifteen of them, each of them close friends with him. They supported his decision on coming out being trans, and they supported his decision on finding for his twelve lost sisters. Even if it means giving their lifetime to him. But they don’t mind. They loved to explore new lands as well. They love to go to adventures. And after checking up on them, Amami knows it’s fine. His father thinks it’s fine too. The only supportive person in his family that didn’t call him a girl. Unlike his other relatives.

He sighs, and waits on his bedroom, waiting for land ahead.

After docking in one of America’s ports, they settle in immediately in this place. They all know the routine. Look to see clues for his sisters, try to find traces of her, anything that can help find one of them. He takes one of his backpack as they now start to familiarize themselves in another foreign country. They found a hotel building, and decided to settle in there, with Yuuki paying for the rooms they took hold of. Rantaro told everyone he’s going to start right now, not waiting for a break. They said yes to him, and he goes outside of his assigned room.

They were in the fifth floor, which Rantaro did not mind, actually. There were other rooms in the area, but it seems as if he’s the only one outside, on the hallways. Until he hears chatter, growing nearer every possible second. He looks at the end of the hallway, where four people were climbing up the stairs, carrying milkshakes. And one person caught his attention. A boy in a blue suit with a blue pencil cap. His hair was a standard cut for boys. Is he…? Whatever, he just wanted to look for his sister. So he absentmindedly (and accidentally) pushes the boy to the edge of the stairs as he runs past him (her?). The boy (girl?) was caught off guard, but luckily one of his comrades helps him up and kept him from falling down the stairs, and glares at Rantaro, who blankly blinks.

He’s just determined to find his sisters, he didn’t care about someone hurting themselves. Until he realizes he felt bad for pushing that person. He’s actually curious about him.

Rantaro decides to apologize to the person he almost pushed, in the form of a cake. He has seen a bakery shop after two hours searching for the leads of his sister, then remembers the blue haired boy (girl?). He then asks an attendant who the blue haired person is, to which the attendant had a disgusted look.

“Their name is Saihara Shuichi. Room 1601.“ They.

After thanking that curt attendant, he makes his way to the sixth floor, and searches for the door that says ‘Room 1601’.” He finally finds it, just at the end of the hallway, near the fire escape door. He breathes in, then out, then softly knocks on the door.

After one minute of knocking on the door, a girl with brown hair and red eyes answers it. He remembers her as the girl who caught Saihara from falling from the stairs. And she appears to have recognized him as well, and glares at him, but he doesn’t mind.

“What do you want?”, she asks in an impatient tone.

“I wanna apologize to…”

“Shuichi? Yeah, sure.” She invites him to their hotel room. “Name’s Harukawa Maki, by the way.”

“Amami Rantaro.”

He then spots Shuichi who was now wearing what seems like a uniform. Shuichi turns around and catches Rantaro’s eye.

“Um, who are you?”, he asks, nervous quite obvious in his eyes.

“Um, I’m Amami Rantaro”, Rantaro replies. “You know, the guy who almost pushed you off the stairs.”

Shuichi nods, and sits on his bed. “Um, it’s okay. I’d always get picked on just because I’m different.”

“Well, I did it because I was eager”, Rantaro says, maintaining his polite air around him. “I… really wanted to go outside, to be honest.”

“No, no need to apologize”, Shuichi says. “And no need to give me that cake.”

“Why?”

“Because… I’m alright with everyone picking on me.”

Rantaro is silent for a moment. Shuichi must be a victim of homophobia as well, then. He sighs, and puts the box of cake on a desk, and sits on Shuichi’s bed. He holds the other’s hand, and Shuichi’s eyes widen, and reddens. Maki observes the both of them.

“Um, I’m also a victim of those homophobes.”

“You… are? Not to be nosy, but why?”

“Ya see, I’m from the Amami family. You know them?”

Shuichi has confusion in his eyes. Looks like he doesn’t know.

“The Amami family is one of the richest families in Japan”, Maki explains to Shuichi. Shuichi nods.

“And…? Why were you picked on?”

“Because… uh… I’m trans.”

A deep silence in the room. Not one dared to speak.

“Oh.” Shuichi’s the first one to break the silence. “Well… I’m genderfluid, so… I guess…?”

“Ah, I see.” Rantaro nods. “But what pronoun are you comfortable in?”

“The… they/them pronoun. Why did you ask?”

“So I won’t make you uncomfortable.” Rantaro smiles, then stands up. Anyways, I’ll be heading back to my hotel room. See ya guys.“

Then he leaves, and it was silent in Shuichi’s room once again. Until Kaede and Kokichi come out from the closet, wearing smiles on their faces.

“I think we found a match for Saihara!”, Kokichi says playfully.

Maki rolls her eyes. “Oh please, they just met.”

“And we just met and now we’re dating!”, Kokichi retorts with a mischievous smile. Maki groans, shaking her head.

“So, Shuichi, do you like that guy?”, Kaede asks.

Shuichi blushes. “I… do hope we’ll meet again.”