#komagiri

[archsimp]

I'm not sure why but lately my brain has been heavy on the flashbacks to the one time I was contemplating Kyoko/Nagito (I'll coin it komagiri I suppose) and because I have this image of Kyoko being very guarded and not someone who would be leaping into a romantic relationship quickly I gave it this open-ended finale with Kyoko putting it at this standstill because both are in this position where they don't want to take the next step and expose their feelings at length, and while I agonize about whether the set of lines is very Kyoko to begin with ("Maybe I'm also cowardly. Even though I already know what you're preparing for... I also don't feel inclined to stop you, so it's going to be a standstill for the foreseeable future. Until then, though... You can't just run away from me. (...)"), I keep thinking about how if anything probably this transitional standstill period sounds really interesting to explore, like a pseudo-"established relationship" vibe that isn't really like that between two mysterious people who are guarded around their innermost feelings but want to take baby steps in knowing each other because they are drawn to each other? That kind of vibe? I would almost write that down if not for how much I still cry existentially at whether I can write Kyoko properly or not

Kyoko assertively calls up Nagito to accompany her and he's super excited as if it was a date but just as he predicted it was actually strictly business all along but then actually the fact that he was called up for that to begin with shows a higher level of trust and he is pulled in the end for moments in between where they are talking about things that are unrelated thus there could be maybe a personal element of wanting to be with him that Nagito would pick up on without prying into and in my head this could have an amusing combo of post-canon misadventure plus wholesome vibes but is this my vision alone.......

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

How about Komagiri (Nagito x Kyoko) please?

asakjdgjadgsj this is lowkey a secret ship of mine. The secret menu ship lol

The possibility of it happening is so low—I mean even a friendship between these two would be uh…shakey at best probably. But I’ve worked with even lesser percentages and when there’s a chance there’s a CHANCE. Right off the bat it’s easy to say that if anything, Kyoko would respect Nagito’s quick wit, deductive skills, and ability to form and execute a well thought out plan. She just hates that he has to be so….chatty….no not chatty so….easy to praise others. Yes, Kyoko would be quite off put by Nagito’s admiration of Ultimates and would take whatever compliments he gives her with a large grain of salt. She’ll take an awful long time to start accepting that not EVERYTHING Nagito says is in some way an extension of his manipulation and that yes, Nagito can actually be quite vulnerable and honest given the right circumstances. She, herself, isn’t exactly the best at expressing her emotions much less her weaknesses. And given how aloof Nagito is, well it makes it all the more difficult to get a good read on him or be able to properly predict his next move.

But with that all being said, I like to imagine that these two could easily wind up allies when their agendas line up. Like if Kyoko’s investigation happens to cross Nagito’s path is some capacity and Nagito is more than happy to help her solve the case (as much as Kyoko would like to work alone—begrudgingly she does have to admit, he is rather sharp when it comes to these things). And of course, of course, it’s the working together for an extensive amount of time over a similar goal—the having to see different sides of Nagito and realizing there’s more to this shady guy then she originally thought—the genuine respect he DOES have for Kyoko’s work--and their mutual complicated family history—it’s all of this that allows Kyoko to start viewing Nagito not as an eccentric classmate, but as something else entirely. Perhaps a friend? Perhaps something more, eventually?? Who can say, but it’ll be fun to get to watch it happen regardless haha.

[lovelylittlewordsmith]

Look, all I’m saying is that Nagito and Kyoko have a lot of underrated potential that would be disastrous in the most constructive way possible and in this fanfic I will now illustrate how—

[aks3raao1]

A platonic Komagiri (Komeada Nagito x Kirigiri Kyoko from Danganronpa) short piece I made for @travalerray bc I wanted them to smile :>

I'm not sure how to tag this for friendship week (I'm thinking #non-despair but idkkkkk) but ay, it exists :D @nagito-kyoko-friendship-week

Iris

It's foggy again, huh...

The chill of the morning pricked at Komeada's pale skin as he observed the garden around him. It was a particularly average garden, in his opinion. One full of budding flowers and little sparrows he liked to feed everyday. As an early riser, he took it upon himself to help this garden thrive, and it became a hobby he loathed to let go of.

"Living flowers bring so much hope to those who see them," he once said.

Komeada made his way towards the supposed corner of the garden, watering can in hand. He passed by countless roses and tulips, searching for a specific flower, one that always managed to obtain the majority of his attention and care. He strolled past every bush and tree with a smile, that same soft smile that made everyone wonder how it managed to fit so perfectly on his face, and how much he had seen to be able to smile so. If the individual were observant enough, they'd manage to catch a hint of sadness, a hint of anxiety in that porcelain smile.

But even then, no one would say a word. They would choose to live blissfully and peacefully in their own mind, and forget the possible worries of others, for it was like some type of infection, some type of sickness with the ability to spread upon contact.

Komeada was never particularly closed off about what he's seen or been through, he never really had a problem with telling others about the disastrous events he had faced in his past. His luck spoke endlessly on the subject anyway.

But even so, he didn't want to give too much away. He didn't want to tell anyone about what he truly felt. Or rather, he didn't know himself.

There were days where the decisions he made confused him a little, where he was unaware of why he did what he did. Sometimes, he couldn't believe that his whole world was standing on a double-edged sword. Sometimes, he couldn't believe how much he cut himself on the blade. And sometimes, he couldn't understand why he didn't do it again.

Is it...a good thing?

Komeada reached his destination soon enough. He bent down to the height of the little flower, holding himself up in an awkward squat-like position. He was still tons bigger than the iris before him, but it would grow soon. The height of it wouldn't change by much, but the hope it had would bloom into something greater.

Komeada reached towards the purple iris flower, intending to caress the leaves, when he heard a voice speak up.

"You're not scared to touch it anymore?"

The voice's soft, familiar ring sent a wave of nostalgia over Komeada's mind, and he turned to meet the distant eyes of Kirigiri Kyoko. She was crouching in front of the dahlias, her favourite flower if his memory served him well.

Komeada's eyes seemed to soften at hearing her question. It was as if he could tell how much she genuinely cared with her voice alone.

"If I'm being honest, I'm still a bit scared."

"I see..."

Indeed, Komeada was scared of touching the majority of the flowers in the garden. He was constantly fearful that something bad might happen to them if he did, for he had grown to love the garden as if it were his precious sanctuary. Who knew what his luck could do to these delicate things if he got too close? He could very well crush them on accident if he wasn't careful. His mere presence there was a hazard. And being reminded of that, he wondered why he came there at all.

"Komeada-kun, you see these flowers as hope in a way, don't you?" Kirigiri asked in her usual calming tone. Komeada nodded. His smile never left his face. "And you see hope and despair as a cycle. Despair can give birth to hope, but it's true the other way around as well, yes?" Komeada nodded again. He didn't know what Kirigiri was getting at or why she asked such obvious questions, but he let her continue. If anything, he was interested in what she would say next.

"If hope is the life of the flowers, and the despair is the death of them... Then what would you say would come after?"

That was an easy question, Komeada thought. He knew what answer she wanted, and so he gave it, "Every flower has a cycle. During certain times of the year, they die." Komeada looked down at the iris again, reaching for the leaves once more. He felt the smooth texture under his index finger and stared serenely at the closed bud. "But once another time of year rolls around, they come back to life." Komeada's smile widened only slightly as he spoke. His cheeks became more rosey and they warmed up his ghostly skin, showing his well-hidden excitement by a quarter.

He turned his head to face Kirigiri once more, his piercing gaze never leaving her face as he calmly stated, "You taught me that, Kirigiri-san."

This was no exaggeration. Time and time again, Kirigiri always managed to come back for Komeada. Every time when he thought she'd leave him for good, out of fear of his luck or her own vulnerability, he was proven wrong. Of course, someone as stubborn and resilient as Kirigiri wouldn't leave just because of his luck or anything like that. But it still surprised him and left a happy impression on him whenever he thought about it.

He thought carefully about all the arguments they had, all the disagreements that sprung, all the icy glares and cold words that were once said to one another out of pure fear of the other getting too close. He thought of all the times she could have taken her chance to get up and leave and never return, but she never did. She always returned and cared about him when he didn't deserve it.

At first, he was opposed to the idea of him remotely liking how much she cared. He didn't want her to care in fear that it would come back to bite her one day. In truth, he was fond of Kirigiri. She was his friend, and him hers. He wouldn't want to cause her any misfortune and, to this day, he wondered how he hadn't already.

Kirigiri blinked at him as the words left his mouth. A small smile of her own played on her lips. It appeared to be as delicate as the dahlia petals. "I'm glad you understand. It's not easy to trust, after all."

Kirigiri turned her head away when she said this, her eyes created their own picture as she stared into the distance.

Komeada observed her for a moment before shifting closer to her, leaving the iris in favour of his trusted friend. He took another look at her face before slowly placing a hand over hers in a form of light comfort.

"It's not easy to allow someone to trust you either." Komeada's stare became even softer. It looked like a silent urge-on to Kirigiri, as if he wanted her to finish his thoughts for him, like she did so many times before.

"And yet, we did it."

Kirigiri flipped her hand over to hold Komeada's. She could feel the frostiness of them through her gloves but didn't dare to pull away. The slight discomfort meant little to her in the moment.

"Indeed we did."

Komeada looked out towards the horizon as the wind blew around them. It stirred Kirigiri's hair in ways that appeared to cut the fog and made the leaves on some of the bushes and trees rustle. It danced through the atmosphere for a while, but calmed down once the sun made its slow ascend over the horizon.

Once it stopped, Komeada looked towards his left side with a calm and slow swivel of his head, only for his eyes to land on a patch of purple irises in full bloom.

(Note: Purple irises have a LOT of meanings but this small piece centres around the hope, cherished friendship and valor meaning. I hope you liked it <3 I'm not particularly good at writing anything to rlly do with fan fiction or other ppl's works in general so I'm happy abt how this one turned out 😝💜

Something that rlly annoys me: I KEEP EDITING AND REPOSTING THIS EJJEIDI3IRO2)

Reblogs are appreciated! Please do NOT repost! 💗

[komaedadoodles]

Could you draw Nagito with Kirigiri please? ^-^

Definitely! ^7^)/ I think they would make an amazing mystery solving duo!-Mod Neysa

[guyfierimpreg]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Kirigiri has finally amassed a proper exploration group, and they’ve all got one goal in mind: enter the program and figure out what’s going on at the school.

Meanwhile, Enoshima has other plans.

is this late? i didn’t notice

[magioftheseas]

Komaeda (bonus with kirigiri) in a detective au?

Okay! Let’s go for it!

Detective AU

Thud.

Kirigiri didn’t even turn, instead sighing softly. “Komaeda-kun, you really should be careful. Especially when holding the luminol. You sprayed it by accident, didn’t you…”

“Uuu… Yeah… Sorry Kirigiri-san, aha…”

Komaeda pushed himself up, and then, he blinked and sprayed more of the ground.

“Oh… Very interesting…”

“What is it?”

He didn’t jump at Kirigiri’s sudden presence, at Kirigiri standing over him, piercing gaze narrowing at the revealed stains on the floor.

“…It looks like there was more to this than we thought,” she mused, flipping her hair. “Your luck has once again rolled in our favor, Komaeda-kun.”

“Ehe… I still don’t feel like I’ve done much…” Komaeda sighed. “What a sorry detective I am…”

“Now is not the time,” Kirigiri snapped. “The investigation must continue.”

And of course, he nodded to that.

“Of course, of course, Kirigiri-san.”

[guyfierimpreg]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A new face appears to shake things up at Hope’s Peak while Kirigiri is away, but where do her loyalties really lie?

i’m going to SLEEP