Cheering Up The Yakuza (Danganronpa)
Heyo @nagitoshopejar I gotcha covered!
I decided based off the characters you’ve mentioned to throw in Hajime as well (mainly because I love him and also I feel he just complete’s the squad, ya’know?)
I hope you like it, friend! This was such a fun prompt to write about! It’s always a pleasure to write for you!
Trigger warning: Swearing; Also a small spoiler warning for SDR2
“Son of a bitch!” Fuyuhiko swore, glaring daggers at the table he’d bumped into. “Watch where you’re going!” He fumed, gritting his teeth as he glared down the worn down furniture. Across the room, Komada, Hajime, Gundham and Kazuichi looked up, brows furrowing as the tiny blonde grumpily navigated around the table. “Did he just swear at the table?” Kazuichi asked, not believing his ears.
“He threatened it as well.” Hajime noted, brows raising with perplexity.
“I think he’s having a bad day.” Komada mused out loud.
“My day is doing just fine, you crazy motherfu-”
“Language!” Kazuichi piped up.
“So it seems Fuyuhiko here has been cursed by the dark arts once more.” Gundham gloomily assessed, tilting his head curiously. “Tell us, young mortal. What troubles you?”
The yakuza glared daggers at the boys before him, clearly having a difficult day but refusing to open up about it. “I’m telling you, I’m fine! I don’t need to tell you dipshits anything!” He fumed as he went to move past them, only to be blocked by Hajime as the taller boy stood.
“Okay, that’s enough of that. Nagato, help me out here.” With practiced reflexes, Hajime quickly grabbed Fuyuhiko’s wrists, twisting him around so his hands were bound above his head, back pressed against Hajime’s chest. “What? What the hell are you dohohoohohohoing?” The yakuza immediately burst into giggles when Komada’s fast fingers found his ribs, digging and pressing gently between the spaces. “Aww, listen to that laugh! It sounds so much better than all that swearing!” The pale boy grinned, moving past the thick jacket the smaller boy always seemed to wear, getting right to the most sensitive spots.
“Gahahahhahahhahaha! Sthahahahhahap ihihihiiht you ashhahahahhahahahss!” Fuyuhiko laughed, catching his breath when Komada suddenly stopped, pulling his hands away. “Looks like I’m out. Your turn, Tanaka.” The older boy stepped back, allowing Gundham center stage. Gundham’s mismatched eyes bored into Fuyuhiko’s, a gleam of evil mischief dancing in the irises. “The great Gundham Tanaka does not go down easily, mortal! Prepare to tell us what troubles you!” With that, his scarf shifted as the Four Devas of Destruction attacked, quickly burrowing into Fuyuhiko’s collar, effectively tickling him senseless.
“GAAH! AhhahhahahahahhHAhhahahA! Nhoohohohohoho! Geeheheheheht oohoohohohoff!” The yakuza squealed, thrashing even more as the devas scrambled along his torso, their tiny feet leaving tickly trails as they went. He tried to squirm away, but Hajime was surprisingly strong, keeping his grip firm. “Na ah ah! Not until you tell us what’s going on!” He teased, smiling softly when Fuyuhiko jerked with another squeal.
“AhehehahhahahhahAHH! Kihihihiihihiss myhhiihiihihi aahahahhahahahahss!” The tiny blonde yelled, feeling the devas crawl back to his collar, leaping back into Gundham’s scarf. “He’s close, but not quite there yet. Souda, it’s up to you.” The mechanic let out a low evil laugh, making a big show out of cracking his knuckles. “Hehehe! So it’s come down to this! Let me show you my newest invention. Designed for keeping baby gangsta’s in line!” He reached into his pocket, pulling out what looked to be a small box. When he pressed a button, various little rods shot out, stretching and growing until they formed tiny hands on the end of each tip.
Fuyuhiko, gasping for air, glared darkly at the grinning mechanic, eyeing the tiny hand machine nervously. “W-What are you going to do with that, exactly?” He asked, paling when Souda kneeled before him, hand pushing up one of Fuyuhiko’s pant legs. “Oh, don’t worry! This little number doesn’t hurt at all!” The mechanic grinned, pressing the button once more. Instantly the rods raced up Fuyuhiko’s legs, and the blonde practically squealed. “But they do tickle!”
“Gahahhahahahahahahhahaha! Nohohoohoho! Nhohoohooohohoho!” Fuyuhiko cackled, the tiny hands squeezing his knees and calves with their tiny gloved fingers. It was far worse than the devas! The touch was feathery and soft. That combined with Fuyuhiko’s worst spots, he was doomed. “Ahahhahahahhahaha! Stahhahahhahahap ihiihihihit! Gahahahhahahahha!”
“Ready to talk to us yet?” Hajime asked, a rare grin of amusement on his normally somber lips. “If you aren’t, we can keep going! I’d be glad to give it a shot…” The blonde screamed with laughter as Hajime captured both wrists in one hand, the other drilling into the yakuza’s armpit. Kazuichi reached up, drilling into his hips and adding to the mayhem. Finally, once the blonde was cherry red and practically wheezing with laughter, did he give up.
“Ohohohoohohokay! OHohohohohohokay! Ihihihihi giihihiihihive! Ihihihiihihi gihihihihihihve!” He pleaded, sucking down greedy breaths when both hands, mechanical and human, pulled away. Hajime released his wrists, but kept a gentle hand on his shoulder, steadying him as he recovered. Before them, Kazuichi stored away his tiny contraption, a grin on his lips as he leaned back into the soft cushions. “So, baby gangsta. Ready to talk to us?”
Fuyuhiko glared daggers at the grinning mechanic, trying to catch his breath. “S-Screw you So-AH!” Hajime pinched his side, making him yelp. “Fine! Fine, I’m talking…” He took a deep breath, composing himself. “I...I had a nightmare. In it, we were deep in the despair once more. This time around, though, we couldn’t escape.” The amused grins on the boy’s faces dropped for more concerned looks, focusing on the small blonde. “So that’s why you’ve been in such a crappy mood.”
The Yakuza looked away, a faint blush painting his cheeks as he mauled over his feelings. “Yeah...sorry about that, I guess...” He waited to be released, only to feel the hands on his shoulder squeeze him comfortingly. “Hey, it’s gonna be alright. We beat Junko, and we’re no longer gonna end up like that ever again.” The rest of the boys gave him reassuring grins, their own silent yet solid reminder that they were there for Fuyuhiko.
The small blonde snorted softly, pretending the tears pricking his eyes were just residue from the previous tickle attack. “Heh, thanks guys. I guess for a crew of nerds, you’re not too bad. You’d make fine Yakuza’s if you’d ever joined my gang.”
“Nerds! And to call us good criminals, too!” Kazuichi feigned offense, quickly darting forward and capturing Fuyuhiko in his arms. “Didn’t you learn the first time? Okay, Hinata! Get him good!”
The rest of the afternoon was once more full of Fuyuhiko’s cackling laughter as the squad started their tickly assault once more. At least he was having fun though.
I hope this was good!