I seen your iealous Fuyuhiko oneshot and I come to humbly request jealous Kokichi
Had the idea of his S/O in the middle of their conversation just holding him in a back hug and resting their chin in his head as like a subtle way to reassure him.
ohhhh yesssss i likeeee thisss >:3
| 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨! 𝙆𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙊. 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
Kokichi was being unbearable.
Which, honestly, wasn’t new, but today it was pointed.
“So~,” he sang, leaning way too casually against the desk, “you always talk this much with other people? Or am I just lucky enough to witness this rare phenomenon~?”
You blinked. “What?”
He tilted his head, purple eyes flicking between you and the person you’d been talking to. His grin was sharp, mischievous…too mischievous.
“Ehh? Nothing, nothing,” he waved a hand. “Just thought it was funny how you’re smiling soooo much. Makes me feel special~ Or not.”
That last part was muttered. Very clearly meant to be heard.
The other person laughed awkwardly. “Uh… I should probably go.”
“Aw, already?” Kokichi pouted dramatically. “But we were having such a fun chat~ Right, S/O~?”
You felt it then…how close he was standing now. Too close. His shoulder brushed yours like it was an accident (it wasn’t).
“Kokichi,” you warned.
“What~?” He leaned in, voice dropping. “I’m just talking. Unless you don’t like talking to me anymore?”
So obvious. Painfully obvious.
You sighed, then stepped behind him.
Mid-ramble, mid-tease, mid-lie, you slipped your arms around his waist and hugged him from behind. Your chin rested gently on his head.
Kokichi short-circuited.
“H—HEY—!?” he yelped, immediately flailing, then stopping. Completely. “Who said you could do that?!” He said while pouting like a little baby.
You didn’t answer. You just stayed there, arms warm and steady, grounding.
He scoffed. at first trying to seem mad but that was quickly replaced with a teasing, “Public displays of affection? What if someone sees~?”
He didn’t move away.
In fact, he leaned back into you, just a little.
“Ohhh, I get it now,” he continued, smugness creeping back in. “You’re trying to shut me up, huh? Because you know I’m right~”
“About what?” you asked innocently.
“That they were totally flirting with you,” he said immediately. “And that I didn’t like it. And that you knew I didn’t like it!”
You tightened your arms slightly.
Kokichi huffed. “Hey—don’t do that! That’s cheating!”
His hands came up and grabbed your wrists, not to pull them away, just to hold them there. Like proof.
“…You’re mine, y’know,” he muttered, quieter now. “So of course I’m gonna get annoyed.”
He glanced sideways, cheeks faintly pink. “What? It’s normal! I’m not jealous—just… territorial! Nishishi!”
You smiled, resting your chin more comfortably on his head.
“Don’t get used to this,” he added quickly. “I’m only letting you do this because… because you started it!”
Still, he relaxed fully into you.
“…But,” he admitted, barely audible, “you can keep holding me. For now.”
And for once, Kokichi didn’t joke it away, he just stood there, smug grin back in place, clearly pleased, clearly jealous, clearly reassured… and very obviously yours.
had to screenshot this because tumblr was acting up but yes!! i can write this for you 🤍 @supresigma i hope you like it!
request — drv3 boys x the ultimate lawyer ⚖️
tags | they/them pronouns used for reader , platonic relationships , playful flirting , lighthearted , short read
shuichi saihara ♡
seeing as how the both of them work in law enforcement, it’s safe to say they hit it off as soon as they met each other
the ultimate lawyer compliments shuichi on his investigative skills, and he reciprocates. (even if he gets tongue tied)
shuichi is charmed by their accidental use of legalese during casual conversations.
like many others in his office, saihara refers people to the ultimate lawyer. however, he makes sure to only do it every few months since he understands how busy they can get. the ultimate lawyer never forgets to thank him for his thoughtfulness.
rantaro amami ♡
the ultimate lawyer met rantaro at an airport where the two talked about the places they've been—be it traveling for work or out on vacation.
rantaro was interested in hearing about their line of work so they spent most of their layover hour answering his questions.
k1b0/kiibo ♡
has a program installed that allows him to speak and understand hundreds of languages , so of course he speaks fluent legalese.
he often reads about the various cases the ultimate lawyer has worked on previously.
he allows them to use him as a way to print documents and photos from time to time lol
korekiyo shinguji ♡
similar to rantaro, the ultimate lawyer tells kiyo all about their endeavors across the world.
korekiyo, with his morbid curiosity, asks them about the most gruesome cases they have ever worked on, if any.
not easily unsettled, the ultimate lawyer gives up vague information about a murder case they had tried to solve years ago. they also tell the anthropologist about a few cold cases that have no hope of being solved today.
kaito momota ♡
"that's WAAAY out of the realm of things i'd be knowledgeable about!" is his reaction to them telling the ultimate astronaut that they are a lawyer.
he asks way too many questions all at once and they begin to feel overwhelmed, and quickly switch to asking him about his job.
to which he goes on and on about the new organization he works for that is working towards sending more astronauts to the moon.
the flood of questions about their job stops, but they don't mind listening to kaito gush about how excited he is to start his training.
gonta gokuhara ♡
the ultimate lawyer respected gonta's line of work, and the things he stood for such as protecting bees and other insects at risk of becoming extinct.
they just found it a bit difficult to start a conversation with him while also relating it to his work. they've asked him questions about his bugs before but...found no way to insert any aspects of being a lawyer into their conversations.
they remember that one of their colleagues worked on a case about someone releasing thousands of mosquitos inside of their neighbor's home for a petty revenge against something the victim did.
they recount this story to gonta, to which he responds that he had no idea bugs could be accomplices to a crime.
ryoma hoshi ♡
they met ryoma on a walk home from the office. it was already getting dark outside so they sped up their pace.
they swiftly walked up to where he stood. they certainly did not want to be seen by a potential criminal waiting outside the office building.
“in a hurry?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the ground. they glanced at him. then answered.
“yes but…” they took another look. “is there anything i can help you with?”
the ultimate lawyer knew they were putting themselves at risk of getting harmed by stopping for this stranger. in the end, it was a good thing that they did. the two began to have regular meetups where they told ryoma all about what they did for a living. and ryoma? he was just happy to get to know them.
kokichi ouma ♡
his initial reaction was to stay far, faaaar away from them.
the more they insisted on getting to know him and what his so-called “evil organization” was all about, the more he acted withdrawn.
he made up lies and excuses about how he was so shy, or how he wanted to protect the identities of his friends.
eventually, the ultimate lawyer did some research and found out the worst thing the ultimate supreme leader ever did was cause some mild public disturbances and was told to leave by the police. they rolled their eyes.
all kokichi could do was smile when he heard about how the ultimate lawyer was interested in his antics. “if i get myself in trouble, you have to vouch for me, ‘kay?”
How they handle physical touch/general fluff headcanons
The THH cast is the easiest cast for me to write, but the V3 and SDR2 cast are my favorite. As the games go on you could argue the characters get more complex and therefore harder to write, so if any of these seem out of character…that’s full my bad. But there’s gotta be a first time for everything!! (I also really hope there isn’t any blatant favoritism on my end…oops…)
Includes: Shuichi, Rantaro, and Korekiyo
Shuichi Saihara
Shuichi, above all things, is loyal
If there is anything that he regards as the most important thing in a relationship, it would be loyalty
He’s not one to get jealous or feel possessive over you, because if he trusts you, he trusts that you would never do anything with/for anyone else
Because that’s the standard he holds himself to
I also feel like public displays of affection are new for him
Not that he wouldn’t do it, because I think he would, but to an extent
You’d probably have to initiate most things, to tell the little doubtful voice in his head that it’s okay
For example, if you hold his hand one day around the others, something clicks and tells him, “oh! I can do that!!”
Nights in his or your dorm are where he’s the most physically vulnerable
He likes to cling and curl in his sleep, his arms wrapped around you, or his hands holding yours
I like to think that he opens up physically when it comes sleeping/resting, because as I said before, he really trusts you
And when someone is asleep, arguably that is when they are most vulnerable
So it’s his way of showing you he cares about you and he has his trust in you
Especially during such a dire and scary time
You’re like the light in such a dark place, you’re what he has to lose
Rantaro Amami
I am a firm believer that Rantaro is a big sweetheart
He may seem like a player to some people, but I am not of that persuasion
Rantaro is incredibly caring, and all he wants is for you and the others to be safe and make it out of here alive
Together.
He’s pretty good with any kind of public displays of affection, I think he’ll go with whatever you’re most comfortable with
One thing about Rantaro is he can read you like a book
He’s extremely observant, and sometimes you swear he may be the ultimate mind reader
He knows when something is up with you, and that can be both extremely heartwarming and annoying
He likes playing with your hands, I think
Holding them, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb, fidgeting with them, placing his rings on your fingers
He doesn’t really have a reason as to why he enjoys that so much, but he does
He also likes lending things to you, he just wants to be helpful
Clothes, jewelry, food, and everyday items
His biggest love language is acts of service, so he works hard for you to know he’s willing to do a lot for you
He also tends to sling his arm around your shoulders if you two are sitting together
It’s not really a play of power or possession, he just likes the feeling of you being in his arms
What a nice guy hope nothing bad happens to him
He also is very strangely obsessed with getting you out of the killing game and surviving
You don’t know why, but you feel as though he knows something you don’t
And anytime you bring it up, he shuts it down with something suave
That might just be the absolute only thing Rantaro has never told you
Korekiyo Shinguji
Korekiyo is an extremely interesting case
He proceeds with this relationship simply out of curiosity for your mind and why it’s reacting the way it is
“Sister” tells him it’s not a smart idea, but his inquisitiveness gets in the way of that
Why is it, that during what should be the most terrifying experience of your (and everyone’s) life, you cling to something like love?
Is it for comfort? Thrill? Lust? Inexperience? He is digging for that answer
And along the way, he begins to questions his own mentality
Why is it, that everytime he’s around you, there is this odd ache in his chest?
Like there’s some feeling of doubt or regret?
Well, if Sister claims it’s nothing, then it’s nothing.
That doesn’t stop him from continuing his research with you, however
He likes speaking with you about his studies in anthropology, the way you seem genuinely interested strikes joy inside him
You’ve gone for many hours at a time simply talking to one another
He doesn’t partake in much PDA, however, he does do it in his own way
In public settings, he likes to stand a little bit behind you, placing his hand on the small of your back, keeping it there as you walk
It’s his way of making sure you’re guided, and is somewhat a display of possession if you want to dive deeper into it
He will not request it on his own at first, but he throughly enjoys when you comb his hair or brush your fingers through it
It sends a shiver down his spine that he finds very pleasurable
He, of course, does the same with you, and you can tell his hands are very practiced
You’ve asked about him taking the bandages off, which after seeing other people speak to him about his bodily coverings, you assumed he would shut it down
But instead he said,
“In due time.”
So that was a very new and unexpected development
All I can say is, don’t expect to “fix” him—but the changes he feels deep in his body and soul when he is around you are very real
So much so, that you are the first person he has met that he does not want his beloved sister to become acquainted with.
Korekiyo x femreader who has not only depression but low self-esteem & body image issues, especially since someone as pretty as Kiyo loves them.
a/n: yesss you may!
korekiyo x fem! self conscious! reader
headcanons
awwww the poor baby. :(
his genuine reaction to you telling him any of this:
truly does not understand why you would think that way.
of course, to him, every human is nothing short of breathtaking.
so for him to choose you specifically?
you'd have to be damn near a deity in his eyes.
which is why it's so hard for him to understand where you're coming from.
he spends his free time thinking and writing about you and how you make him feel when you're not around.
he studies every minor movement you make when you and him talk.
he studies and learns so much about you with little interaction.
and you are simply divine.
why, no, do you think so lowly of yourself?
it's just impossible for him to comprehend.
he'll try and see from your point of view and can kinddddd of see where you're coming from..
,,, but he still thinks you're being stupid.
he spends every waking moment with you showering you in complements that range from general to hyper-aware, concerningly specific things after you tell him anything.
hihi . . i was wondering if you were open to submissive korekiyo shinguji headcanons ? preferably with knifeplay and degradation . if this makes you uncomfortable , there's no need to write it ! i just love sub korekiyo , he's a cutie
- anon ❣️
My dog lowk died in the middle of writing this yikes but here u go. Content warning for edgeplay (knife, breath), rope play, mentions of bloodborne illness
In a traditional d/s dynamic where he's on the submissive end, he's kind of in this trancelike state that's kind of unsettling but also a really cool experience every time
He gets a lot of enjoyment from hardcore play like that, but he does run out of steam like once or twice a month depending on his overall mood
Very much an edgeplay kind of guy — it's kind of tied in with his being a ropebunny but breathplay is among his favourites because his head goes fuzzy and he feels like he's between dimensions or something
& I would say he's less inclined to very modern blades, but damn if that katana doesn't make something stir inside him........
He's a very clean dude and, despite how sexy that 1000 year old blade is, 1. it's delicate so it's an absolute pain to sterilise to his satisfaction, and 2. there is SO much bloodborne stuff he does NOT want to risk
Although if you get him a replica...
Rather than the blade cutting into his skin (which he does enjoy once in a while) he's obsessed with that rush of adrenaline when you suspend him from the ceiling and begin to cut
You know which bits to cut and which ones to avoid, but it's all the same to him when he's blindfolded and can't tell up from down
I don't think he's exactly the type to get off on straight up degradation in the usual way we see it presented? Rather, he likes (or, at least, he's into it) when he feels he's disappointed you
The way his stomach drops when you cut a shoulder free and he's suddenly plummeting? The way the other ropes bite into his skin when they finally catch him just inches from the floor? Absolutely delightful
ON BLINDFOLDS he loves all kinds of sensory deprivation and wholly depending on his partner
One of his favourite things is being blindfolded and his partner being so silent he can't even tell if they're in the room except by what he feels: a puff of air disturbing the baby hairs on the base of his neck, a light brush of the lips barely moving the peach fuzz on his cheek, a ghostly touch at the centre of his back... eeeee
It's the aspect of you having thought higher of him than he was, as well as the tension and the shame he feels trying to earn your recognition again
Since being shot to the top of his field, he longs for that feeling of shame and uncertainty that lives in like his deep deep subconscious (Freud reference???) and he can externalise it in the bedroom once in a while
He especially loves when you're so sweet about it, just kissing him and reassuring him with that underlying reminder of his failure to meet your expectations
tbh. his fuckass sister ruined all future relationships (obviously.)
Every romance mimics that to a degree.
He is obsessive. Crazy style obsessive.
It almost looks like he's trying to steal you skin.
His clothing style starts to take after yours. He'll dye parts of his hair to match you. He'll even copy your general style of makeup and paint his nails like yours.
Then he starts to mimic your mannerisms. Not entirely, he's still very much himself, but he'll do more of the things you do.
Like if you sit a certain way, he'll start doing that too. If you talk with your hands, you'll notice him starting to use more gestures in his speech. Little things like that, even just the way you stim. Not enough to change who he is, just enough to form similar habits to yours.
He would 100% steal your skin if it didn't mean killing you.
Honestly a little unexpected to him when you just, love him like he is.
Any act of dominance (not explicitly sexual) from you melts him. Run your fingers through his hair delicately and he's like. gone. he's deceased.
Insanely clingy and affectionate. Physically uncomfortable in your absence.
Very very romantical with it. Gentleman type shit.
Flowers and courting and holding doors kinda stuff.
I'm too tired and braindead to think properly on this rn 😞 I'll get back to it eventually... I have more ideas
Building Trust- Korekiyo Shinguji x Fem! Reader SFW
Art by Yuiji on Pixiv
Summary: After the first trial, you feel uncertain about your budding friendship with a certain mysterious anthropologist.
WC: 1,924
A/N: No mention of that goofyahh sister shit cuz who tf wrote that
It’s been three days since everyone woke up here. And two of their classmates were already dead. Not just dead, because “dead” implies some sort of peaceful rest following, they were murdered. Rantaro, passing at the hands of Kaede and her misguided sense of justice, leaving her to be brutally executed by monokuma. The silence following her death was one that would not be soon forgotten by any of the remaining 14 of them.
However, the next morning had held a far more hopeful note than the Ultimate Historian found appropriate. That much was obvious based on her complete silence. She was normally one of the brighter spirited people there. She stayed agreeable and when things were tense within the group, she was quick to moderate. She served as a calming presence amidst the chaotic nature of the other students and the hopelessness of their situation. Having someone like that to keep the peace in a place like this is not just nice, but critically necessary. And they already lost Kaede. They were running out of hopeful people to lose.
That’s how Korekiyo saw it at least. In their short time at the Academy, She and Kiyo often found themselves together. It didn’t even start intentionally. They just both happen to spend most of their free time on campus in the library. She found his more reserved nature comforting and she was interested in anthropology herself, being the ultimate historian. They had a lot to talk about. It was nice to be able to have discussions about their interests with someone capable of keeping up and making meaningful contributions.
It’s not as if they magically became thick as thieves inside such a short and intense timespan, but they certainly held a level of trust towards each other that was not shared with their fellow classmates.
So her silence in the morning meeting was noted. At least by him, it was.
The moment she finished her breakfast, she excused herself with a quiet “thank you” to Kirumi, who had taken it upon herself to cook breakfast for everyone, and stalked out of the dining hall. Her muscle memory guided her feet down the basement stairs and down the dark hallway to the side entrance of the library. She always enjoyed reading in the early morning hours, it helped calm her. But the moment she opened the door, she froze. Her eyes instantly locked onto the hardwood floor. This is the room where Rantaro lost his life. In a careless accident caused by the ignorant planning by the same person they senselessly elected as their leader.
Her jaw clenched as she stared at the floor where Rantaro's lifeless body lay mere hours ago. Now he’s gone. Who even knows how monokuma disposed of the body, she can’t imagine he’d give him an honorable burial. An angry sort of heat rushed through her body at the memories of the whole trial. She didn’t realize how long she’d been standing there until she felt a hand grasp her shoulder, causing her to whip her head around quickly, instinctively pushing the figure back from her as she did, adrenaline pumping through her veins.
“Khehe… seems I startled you.” He lets himself be pushed back without resistance. Her eyes widening when her brain bothered to register who exactly it was standing in front of her.
“Jesus, don’t just sneak up on me like that…” she said with a deep sigh of relief. Her hand came to rest over her now pounding heart as she looked over him again, as if cheeking if he was hiding something.
“Apologies.. I assumed you heard me walking down the hall, but alas, you were too lost in thought.” Korekiyo offers his explanation quietly as he takes a step into the library, passing her to enter first, as it seemed her shoes were fused to the floor.
She watched him walk in so simply, as if they weren’t just here, investigating the murder of one of their friends. His boots make a sort of satisfying, echoing click as he crosses the length of the library in a few steps, finding a shelf interesting enough to examine more closely. She wants to scoff, to join him, to yell at him; but in this moment, the only thing she could bring herself to do was stare.
“Do you intend to join me?” He asks, not looking up from the book opened in his hand.
She stands wordless for a few more moments before finally snapping out of her daze and willing herself to follow him. She walks slowly, as if one wrong step would magically trigger another stray shot put ball down the ventilation shaft.
She forces herself to look away from the corner in which they found Rantaro’s body yet it seemed as though her brain couldn’t spare enough concentration to make sense of the words scrawled on the spines of the books on each shelf. She glances over to see him still reading through the first few pages of a book.
“How… are you so unbothered?” she finally asks after a few long moments of silence. Her voice is unjudging, merely curious and seemingly jealous.
He closes the book he was occupying himself with in favor of meeting her gaze. His golden eyes fixed on her clearly distressed figure as he spoke.
“...When you’re trapped in a place like this, humanity’s beauty all but surrounds us. It’s a matter of perception that creates a different reaction, I suppose…”
She’s sure that there is a great deal of truth in those words, but her emotions moved faster than her head.
“What part of last night was “Beautiful” to you? Rantaro’s corpse or Kaede’s execution?” she retaliates quickly, her tone sharper than she means it to be.
“I only meant to imply that willing yourself to kill for the salvation of the suffering is a beautiful thing.” He clarified, placing the book back on the shelf.
“Her intentions were fine enough, but her plan was so deeply flawed… she could've killed anyone who walked into the library, she had no real guarantee it would be the mastermind…and now the only person with any information about the ultimate hunt is gone..” She sighs, forcing her anger to calm. Getting frustrated wouldn’t assist her here.
“That may be true..” he concedes as he crosses his arms over himself.
“But there is no use in dwelling on the past now, it will only create more despair.” He continued his reasoning with a sigh, knowing it hardly offered any real comfort.
She let out a huff.
“Do you know who you’re talking to?” She asks quietly, referring to her talent as the ultimate historian. Her eyes flicked back over to the now spotless section in the otherwise dust covered library where Rantaro's body once was.
When she felt a hand on her shoulder, she didn’t jump away this time. She turned her head back towards him, letting his touch serve as a distraction from her spiraling thoughts.
“Please, do not let this trouble you. Paranoia and anxiety will only create more obstacles,” He gently squeezes her shoulder.
“It’s only natural to be distressed after such a sudden loss, and it is just as natural for humanity to come together after one as well…”
She looked back to him as he finished speaking, running a hand through her tousled hair. She knew that to an extent, he was right. This morning, the others were just trying to create a sense of unity, not be insensitive or ignore the death of their friends. Still… it just felt odd to her. To move to acceptance so quickly.
“‘Coming together’ is fine… but they can’t possibly think the killing game will stop if they just forget about last night..” She starts quietly, leaning back against the bookshelf .
“Saying Kaede’s a hero for being responsible for manslaughter makes me nervous enough..”
“She is their hope.” He interjects, raising a finger at her like a scolding mother.
“Hope is a very dangerous thing to lose in a place like this. Do not take it away from them.” He warns, his voice holding a certain quiet intensity that she wasn’t familiar with. She only stares back at him, unsure how to get her point across without being talked into a corner. If last night's trial was anything to go off of, that was certainly one of Korekiyo’s talents.
“...I’m not trying to...” she starts quietly, her eyes retreating back to the bookshelf she was currently leaning on.
“I’m just saying that when all of us were cooperating with each other and working to get out of here, that’s when a killing happened. We can’t just ignore that… someone else will die. If everyone has blind trust in each other, it’s only a matter of time before someone gets wise..” She explained quietly.
“Is that such a crazy thing to say?” She prompts him nervously at his lack of response.
“What do you propose then?” he questioned, mirroring her posture, leaning against the shelf next to her.
She’s relieved when his voice drops the edge it held moments ago. Korekiyo is the only person here that she trusts enough to share her insights with, if he shut her out, she’s sure she’d end up holed up in her dorm for the rest of the day. Honestly the thought was already appealing. She felt like an open target standing around like this.
“I… I just think we shouldn’t get too comfortable. That’s when people are easiest to kill… I don’t want everyone to be paranoid but exercising caution is reasonable. The blind hope Kaede was selling should have been a lesson to everyone. She seemed the most trustworthy of us all yet she was the first one to break under the pressure..” She explained her line of thinking quietly, her eyes still staying away from his golden ones.
He only nodded once as he thought over her words.
“I can see your logic.” He concedes, his voice taking on an amused tone.
“However, I wouldn’t say you’re following that advice right now..” He gestures between the two of them.
“You’re still here with me. Alone.” She can’t see his mouth through the mask but she is sure he’s smiling if his eyes were anything to go off of.
“That’s… not the same.” She argues quietly.
“I trust you.” She admits shyly as if she was a school girl confessing to her crush. Though those words help meaning far deeper than a love confession here.
She didn’t expect him to laugh.
“Is that right?” He inquired, sounding quite pleased with himself.
Her face faltered at that. Why did he sound so smug?
“Yeah..” she said, looking up to meet his eyes again, a sort of deep uncertainty twisted up her stomach.
“You don’t sound so sure anymore.” He muses quietly.
“Cause I was expecting you to say it back- not laugh at me.” She mumbled quietly, smacking his chest.
He laughs again.
“I simply wasn’t expecting such a bold declaration.” He mused lightly.
“What were you expecting then?” She muttered as she crossed her arms over her chest, her hands squeezing her own arms tightly.
“Ah, I suppose I don’t know either.” He admits with a masked smile.
“I trust you as well.” He admits after a long few moments. She nodded once, acknowledging his reciprocation.
A moment of silence falls between them, the two only looking at each other with interest. It seemed they would be sticking together in this killing game after all.
