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Mommy Ibuki and Baby Jataro~

(Yes I know that Jataro likes being hated but I honestly didn’t know what else to write soooo yeah.) ~ kumaruma

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It’s me again.

When will God stop my sinning hands? ~ kumaruma

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Toko: On my way to steal yo gurl. JK, on my way to steal YOU.

Somebody please stop me. Please. ~ kumaruma

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Nagito Komaeda x Reader by kumaruma

           You stood outside of the room of Nagito Komaeda, the ultimate lucky student, shaking. You clenched the bag of cookies that you had baked tightly, nearly breaking them into a thousand pieces.

            Breathe in, breathe out. You instructed yourself. You were so nervous that you just wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. You can still turn back. You thought, but you quickly blocked that idea out. You raised your hand to knock on the door. OK, I got this.

            Just then, the door opened and in the doorway stood the tall, silver-haired boy. He leaned against the frame of the door, yawning and scratching the back of his head. He looked at you, with one hand still in the air, ready to knock, while the other held a small bag tied shut with a ribbon to your chest.

            “What’re you doing here this late?” He asked quietly. Your face turned red immediately.

            “Uhh… Well…”

            “You’re shaking!” He exclaimed, cutting you off. “Are you cold? Come on in.” Despite your protest, he pulled you into his room. You stood by the door, stiff as a plank. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, so you just stood in silence as Komaeda looked at you, curiosity filling his eyes.

            “Is there something you wanted to tell me?” He cocked his head to the side. God, he’s so cute.

            “Uh… I…” You stuttered. “I… like you.” You bowed your head and held the bag out with both hands, closing your eyes and preparing for rejection.

            There was a moment of silence before you heard laughter. It was sweet and melodic. You raised your head and he reached out for you, bringing you into his chest and pressing the cookies back into yours.

            “N-Nagito?”

            “I like you too, ____.”

            He rested his head on yours and tightened his embrace. His body was warm and you felt as though you could just melt into his arms. You never wanted him to let go. You felt so safe and happy in his arms.

            All of this turned out a lot better than you expected.