Could you possibly do some scenarios (if you're still doing scenarios) for Peko Pekoyama, Mondo Owada, and Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu (separately) with a shy friend who hides behind them?
To become friends with Mondo is a bit problematic at first, there was the problem that Mondo didn't understood well what you tried to tell him at first due your shyness, not speaking in a high or steady voice used to irritante him and end up coming across as rude, however with some time and patience you two can actually become really close friends since no matter how intimidating Mondo may look like he is actually kind-hearted
Even after becoming close friends Mondo sometimes still accidently yell at you when your shyness makes dificult for you to speak up or stops you from doing something you actually want to do, but not because he is mad at you but because he feels frustrated, he feels irritated by seeing you struggle so much because he wished he could do more for you, after all, thats what friends are for
Thats why when you end up hidding behind him out of shyness he feels flattered and even proud! The first time have caught him out of guard to the point that he had to ask you what you were doing but when the dots connect in his mind he feels a protective instict inside of him
There is a unspoken deal with you and Mondo where he is fine with you hiding behind him for whatever reason you want and he will not ask and simply shield you, he just feels proud and somewhat comforted that you feel so safe with him so he just let you do it and simply ask you about it when you are more calm (not always tho, once he get used to it he simply dont ask your reasons)
It doesn't matter if you hide because you are feeling shy, overwhelmed or even scared Mondo will shield you without a second thought, although if you feel scare he will get even more protective over you but aside from that he will just make sure to cover you so you can have a moment to try to calm down, he doesn't really mind and don't mentionate, but if you do he will get a little embarrassed (specially if you try to thank him, he just grow even more embarrassed and insist that is nothing you have to worry about before trying to change the subject)
Peko Pekoyama
Peko is a person who is dificult to aproach thanks to her intimidating appariance but she is actually incredibly caring and even quite gentle, she may have troubles making friends but that doesn't mean she doesn't want them
In all honestly Peko doesn't really mind much the fact that you are shy, it doesn't bother her and simply tries to be patient with you when your shyness hinder your freedom to communicate, still it is quite the surprise for her to be able to become friends with someone so shy but she doesn't question it and simply enjoy being with you
Peko simply gets used to your shyness and even become quite protective over you, she sees herself as a weapon and her sword exist to protect the ones she care for, so once you grow close enough to be considerate a friend then her sword will be there to protect you too, Peko herself has the impulse to step infront of you whenever you feel treated or overwhelmed so when you end up hidding behind her it isn't taken as something weird but at the same time it is something incredibly meaningful for her
Peko has the mindset to protect those who she cares for but knowing that you actually know that she is there for you and even relay in her when needed it is quite comforting to her, you have put your trust on her and even tell her indirectly that you feel safe with her, so she will not betray that trust for nothing in this world
Actually it can be a little problematic hidding behind her because Peko takes it too serious, even if it was just because you were feeling too shy and needed a moment to yourself now Peko is acting almost like a bodyguard, making sure no one gets too close and that no one bothers you while you can calm down, and if it is because somehow you feel threaten then she is too close to take her sword and get into a fight
Peko takes it so serious that when you finally feel more calm and are ready to come out again she makes sure to ask you how are you feeling and if you are sure, and even when you confirm she still keeps an eye on you just because she is worried that something really bad have happened, she will apologize for overreacting if you point it out but will also shyly admit how happy she is to know that you trust her that much
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu
Despite being quite intimidating and short-tempered Fuyuhiko actually is kind hearted and caring, the one who is the most surprised to end up having a shy friend is Fuyuhiko himself but once you two grow closer he makes sure you know he is there for you and that he appreciate your friendship (even if he is too embarrassed to say it out loud)
Because of his family and the way he have been living his entire life Fuyuhiko constantly takes your shyness as innocence wich only lead him to want to protect you, he just sees himself as being so diferent from you that he wants to protect that innocence from the cruel world he knows, so even if he tent to yell when he feels embarrassed or quickly get irritated whenever thanks to your shyness you have dificulties to speak or do some things he is actually trying to help you to gain more confidence on yourself
Even so Fuyuhiko doesn't actually wants to change who you are, he just try to push you a little to gain more confidence to speak up for yourself just so you aren't defensless in the world, and yet he has no problems to speak up and even defend you whenever you are having troubles due your shyness
The first time you end up hiding behind him because you felt overwhelmed and just couldn't get out of your shyness or even because something scared you Fuyuhiko is in shock, its just that a lot of thoughts are running throught his mind to even be able to say something and yet he would snap quick and yell at anyone or anything that is bothering you (before scolding you for simply hidding, specially behind him)
Despite his initual reaction it isn't like Fuyuhiko mind it much, the more it happen the more he grows used to be your shield to whatever is bothering you, and he even end up reaction pretty defensive whenever you hide behind him, he just grow used to simply don't say anything about it until he made sure no one is looking or you two are alone to look back and ask you if you are alright, he cares for you and always gets worried whenever you hide behind him but doesn't want to admit it in front of others
Also, he will not admit it out loud but the fact that you feel so safe with him to the point of hiding behind him is quite comforting to him, it makes him feel like he is doing something good, if you trust him that much then he is not that bad
dude ok hear me out this time ok Peko Pekoyama x Reader (GN) going out for ice cream and reader feeding her ice cream with a spoon
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gender neutral reader
The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the pavement as you walked alongside Peko. She was, as always, a picture of disciplined composure, her posture straight and her hand never straying too far from the bamboo sword case strapped to her back.
"The temperature is rising," Peko observed, her eyes scanning the street with clinical precision. "Hydration and cooling are becoming a priority for our continued walk."
"That’s a very tactical way of saying we should get ice cream, Peko," you teased, nudging her shoulder.
"I merely wish to ensure you do not suffer from heat exhaustion. If sugar is a requirement for your stamina, I shall comply." She paused, a small flush touching her cheeks.
The ice cream parlor was small and quiet, smelling of toasted waffle cones and sugar. Peko stood before the glass display, staring at the tubs of pastel colors with intense concentration.
"There are…many variables," she muttered, her brow furrowing. "Is the 'Rocky Road' as treacherous as the name implies? And what is the purpose of a 'Birthday Cake' flavor if it is not, in fact, anyone's birthday?"
"It’s just for fun, Peko. Let’s try the strawberry and vanilla swirl. It’s a classic."
Once you were settled in a secluded corner booth, the sundae sat between you, topped with two wafers and a single cherry. Peko stared at it, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
"Are you not going to eat?" you asked, picking up a spoon.
"I am observing," she replied seriously. "I am not used to food that serves no purpose other than pleasure. It feels...inefficient. Perhaps you should eat your fill first."
"No way. We're sharing," you said, scooping up a perfect bite of both flavors. You held the spoon out toward her. "Come on. Open up."
"In a public establishment? This is a highly vulnerable position." Peko’s eyes widened behind her glasses. She looked at the spoon, then at you, then back at the spoon.
"I’m right here, Peko. No one is going to get past me," you joked. "Just take a bite."
She took a steadying breath, her silver lashes fluttering closed as she leaned forward. She accepted the spoon, and you watched as the cold sweetness hit her tongue. Her eyes snapped open, a look of genuine surprise crossing her face.
"Oh," she breathed out, her voice losing its rigid edge. "It is...remarkably cold. It is as if the winter wind was captured and sweetened."
"See? Not so inefficient," you said, grinning as you took another scoop for her.
"It is quite pleasant," she admitted, leaning in for the second bite, her voice dropping to a soft hum. "Though I fear it may be addictive. I can feel my focus softening."
"That’s the point, Peko. You’re allowed to soften."
A tiny dot of pink cream remained on the corner of her mouth. Before she could pull away, you reached out with your thumb and gently wiped it off. Peko froze, her breath hitching in her throat. Her face turned a shade of crimson that rivaled the strawberry syrup.
"I...I apologize," she stammered, quickly adjusting her glasses. "I have allowed my guard to drop too far."
"Don't apologize," you said softly. "I like seeing you like this."
"If that is the case... then perhaps one more bite would be acceptable. For the sake of my stamina, of course." Peko looked down at the melting ice cream, a rare, genuine smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Are you sure..?" Her voice isn't as confident as it usually appears. Her thighs hover above your head as you sit there with a patient smile.
"I swear it'll be fine, Peko," you hum, hands gently resting on her hips but not pulling down so she can move when's she comfortable. "I just don't... I don't want to... you know?"
"You couldn't suffocate me nor crush me, we've discussed this," you assure, grinning up at her. She stone faced, thoughtful and quiet.
"I understand, but please, tap if you need me to get off." You almost laugh at her worried words, even if her face didn't exactly show that emotion.
"I promise." With your words in mind, she slowly lowered herself down against your mouth. As soon as your tongue pressed against her she flinched to sit up again but your hands held her down.
She sat down, not with her full weight, and sighed quietly. "Are you still–" she goes to check in but you're already lapping at her cunt, a sudden gasp pulled from her chest.
Her hands snap up to the headboard, nails dogging into the rich wood. She let's out a long sigh, shaking breaths as she tries to regain her composure.
It's warm and hot, and her body feels like it's on the verge of collapse. She hasn't had time for any type of self-pleasure recently so every single thing was amplified tenfold.
She weakly moans your name, hips slowly moving to grind against your tongue. You lay under her with no complaints, pulling her body closer to you by her hips. She happily hums, a tingling sensation crawling up her spine.
"This is... this is nice," she pants weakly while you let out a muffled "mhm!" Into her, almost like an, 'I told you so'.
She can quickly tell she's not going to last long, moving her hips against your waiting mouth gently. She seriously hasn't had any type of sexual experience in months, it was all almost overwhelming.
"Hey wait... I think I'm–" he words trail off into a soft whine, head falling slump against the wood along with her hands. You say nothing in response, though you couldn't even if you wanted to.
She rocks her hips slowly, feeling as your tongue grazed over her clit like you were built to help her finish. She yelps your name, thighs clenching down around your head as she release.
You lick her dry, moving until she's writhing lightly from overstimulation. You clean your lips as she shakily sits up again. "Are you alright?" She asks politely to which you grin in response, "i am perfect."
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Is this half-assed and easy to tell that I was not paying attention while making this? Yes, but I'm too tired to change that, sorry!!! :(
I saw the scenerio of like if you were the Danganronpa girlies fav gacha character and I was wondering if I could get the same scenario just with Celestia Ludenburg, Peko Pekoyama and Kirumi Tojo ? if it's too many then just celeste pls !!
OMG YAY this scenario again!!! It's been a while, so thank you for the chance to explore it further with these girlies <3 here you go dear!
Danganronpa Girlies x Reader - What if you were their favorite gacha game character? feat. Celeste, Peko, and Kirumi
-> Masterlist here
A modern au in which the dr girlies are just as chronically online and cringe as we are (minus miss working class Kirumi)
- Celeste -
She started out as a hardcore free-to-player since, at the time, she was too young and poor for anything else. It's not as if she even had any real interest in predatory games like this, she was just bored as all hell and needed to kill some time. Cut to a couple of hours later, and her suspicions were confirmed; the rates were low, the barrier to reach hard pity was high, and all around it just wasn't all that friendly to a no-spender like her.
That should have marked the end of her gaming session, but there was just one problem. You.
God WHY did they give you the coolest design out of every character in the roster? Even your animations were a cut above the rest, and it wasn't even a close competition. You were stylish, you were elegant, and... well, you were everything she, in her adolescent state, couldn't be. And so, she had no choice but to buckle down and grind some resources—a task that grew far more high-stakes once she realized your banner was set to disappear by the end of the night. Damn you for being so stupidly cool.
She rolled. And rolled. And rolled. But in the end, it all came down to one singular pull. This was the moment that would decide it all and, to be frank, she was freaking the hell out over it. With each tick of the game's countdown taunting her, though, she had no choice but to face the horrors of gambling head-on.
Needless to say, she won. This totally wouldn't lead to her developing both a reinstated desire to become one of the richest people in the world and a crippling gambling addiction. She also totally doesn't end up using you as inspiration for her outfits and overall demeanor as her bank account grows with each new bet she makes. And she totally didn't change her legal name to better match yours the second she became of age. That would be cringe.
- Peko -
You know how, despite appearing super cool and serious on the surface, she's actually a total sweetheart and really loves cute things? Yeah, that applies here as well. The good thing is that, unlike fluffy animals that keep scurrying away from her, you can't escape from the glass of her phone screen... right? Peko, you don't have to keep opening their game to check. Peko, please. They really aren't going anywhere, promise. It was just a joke.
She gets incredibly shy and flustered over her gaming hobby if it's called out. Her love for adorableness isn't the most heavily guarded secret per se, but for the sake of her bodyguard role, it's far more convenient to have others view her as frightening and unapproachable. Ultimately, the only person close enough to learn of her secret is Fuyuhiko, who ended up walking in on her ripping a pillow in half after seeing a new outfit of yours. The cuteness aggression is very real and very, very dangerous.
It's actually a good thing she got caught, as much as it haunts her nightmares to this day. You end up sorta functioning as a bridge between her and normal humanhood. True, she still prefers to keep her distance from most people, but now she suddenly has Fuyuhiko actively making efforts to learn about your game and conversing with her over it. Eventually, she gets so comfortable that any time an update happens involving you, she instantly bursts into his room just to rant and rave about how cute you look or what a kind person you are.
What better birthday present could she receive than the one and only officially released figure of you? Seriously, she's never been this ecstatic over a gift. The only issue is that she literally can't handle it EVER, or else she's at high risk of shattering it (and her heart) into pieces. In the end, your figure becomes the centerpiece of a shrine dedicated to you and your adorableness—one that she admires countless times throughout the day, yet can never touch. Poor girl.
- Kirumi -
Funnily enough, she actually doesn't have the game you're in at all. What she does have is a new client that keeps raving nonstop about this new video game character that's coming out soon and how they really, really could use the help grinding for materials. Pleaaaase, Kirumi?
Of course, she agrees instantly. But... she's never actually played one of these before, and is a bit at a loss regarding where to even start. All hail Reddit and Youtube guides! Oh, wait a minute. It turns out that your drip marketing was literally just released that same day, so it's kinda up in the air what specific materials you'll need. Huh.
Ultimate maid mode activate!!! Who cares if Ultimates don't exist in this AU? She's such a perfect maid that her skills transcend well beyond the bounds of reality or timelines! In the end, Kirumi somehow manages to perfectly memorize every single bit of dialogue and lore related to you to such an extent that she basically psychoanalyzes her way into knowing what materials you'll need. Your favorite flower? Collected to max capacity. That boss enemy you were shown fighting for 0.2 seconds in a trailer? Already obliterated. Of course, she also obtained so many of the character-universal materials that the game can't even display their number counts.
When her master arrives back home later, their jaw drops to the floor. All they asked her for were some level-up materials! However, no matter how much they try telling her that she wayyy overdid it, she merely smiles in return. Anything for them, and now for you as well.
summary: peko kidnapped her darling, who's still not used to their new home and tries to escape...
“please, be good for me, darling.” peko watched with a pained expression, as you struggled against your restraints. “i don't want to hurt you…”
peko had gone through the effort of kidnapping you and preparing this perfect new home for you, yet you were still resistant to accepting it. she knew that sooner or later you'd come to accept this place as your home and her as your girlfriend. but it seems like today wasn't the day…
Playlist: what was meant to be a help of young master turned into losing what meant to most to her.
Artist: Peko Pekoyama x female! reader, angst, accidental death/murder, hurt zero comfort, throws a brick at all of yall.
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You were able to befriend the stone faced Peko, and slowly won her heart. You got threatened my Fuyuhiko to keep her heart safe but hes happy for her and your happy with her.
Shes not the most affectionate person but she showed she cared. At night shed always promise one thing and you knew she meant it.
"I will protect you like I protect young master"
She mumbled into the night holding your close back facing the door in case danger came for you.
She was your own gentle soldier.
You got invited by Sonia to the girls only pool party, and your girlfriend is going to be there so why not go! Plus your friends are going to why not.
You got your bathing suit thinking about changing in the beach house but usami said you cant for some reason but you agreed changing in your room.
You met up with everyone. Chiaki, Sonia, and Peko. You said hi to Peko, seeing how pretty she looked.
"Wow solider you look nice"
"Hm.. thank you"
She responded her face flushed for a moment, watching you in a sort of awe while you weant to splash Sonia with water.
You both played around and splashed for a while in the shalow water not going in fully yet while chiaki slept on a towel. You didnt notice Peko was missing. You got thirsty so you went to get a juice from the beach house.
"I'll be back im gonna get some juice real quick"
"Okay be back soon!"
Sonia waved, you opened the door and disappeared into the beach house. You thought about which one you wanted, but before you can think much someone stepped from behind and hit you hard in the head.
You went down hard blood spilled from your head, Peko stood over looking at the metal bat in her hand, the tip covered in your blood. It was supposed to be mahiru. Not her girlfriend.
"No.. no, no no.."
She mumbled real fear in her voice dropping the bat and was already by your side cradling your blood soaked head in her lap. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't supposed to happen.
Her breath was shallow coming out in gasps. Is this what it felt to be in panic. Why did this have to happen. She felt sick.
She gently placed your body down, just staring with her sharp red eyes that turned weary. Shaking her head. She grabbed the bottles of water washing your blood off her body. Using her sword to get out and didnt even both stopping at the dinner and went straight to her room to wash her body.
Standing under the water she heard the dead body announcement. She closed her eyes and stated down. Why kind of solider goes against there own?
She has betrayed you. She can never forever herself.
Can you do separate peko, Mikan and tenko with male!reader who is depressed and scared of males due to his past abuse of stepfather?
A/N: Yes, I absolutely can! You didn't specify what kind of writing you wanted, so I just made oneshots for each of them :}
Where the Hurt Doesn’t Reach pt.1
pt.2
Peko, Mikan and Tenko x Male!Reader
Warnings: Themes of Trauma/Abuse, Mentions of Assault/Threats, Mental Health Topics, Sensitive Touch & Boundaries
Word Count: 3628
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Peko:
The first time Peko noticed him, it wasn’t because of something loud or dramatic.
It was because he wasn’t loud.
(Y/N) sat alone in the corner of the classroom, always a little too still, a little too tense. His eyes rarely met anyone’s directly, and when they did, they flinched away like they'd touched something too hot.
Peko understood silence. She understood stillness. But this wasn’t the silence of focus or discipline. This was a silence built from fear.
She didn’t approach him right away. Observation came naturally to her. She watched how he gripped the sleeves of his uniform during conversations. How he edged closer to the wall when a male classmate got too close. How his breathing would subtly hitch anytime a voice raised near him- even in laughter.
It wasn’t hard to piece together.
What she didn’t expect was how he looked at her.
Not with fear. Not with pity. But almost... curious. Like he couldn’t understand why someone like her- stern and composed- was the only one he didn’t shy away from.
They shared the same routine. Arrive early. Leave late. Avoid the crowd. So one day, when they passed in the hallway, and he flinched from someone else’s raised hand when going in for a highfive with another student, Peko made a choice.
She stopped.
“You’re hurt,” she said bluntly, her tone flat but not unkind. “You mask it well. But I see it.”
(Y/N)’s eyes widened, lips parting as if to protest, but nothing came out.
“I won’t ask what happened,” she continued, her voice steady. “But I’d like to offer... company. You don’t need to speak. I’ll simply sit.”
His throat bobbed. It was too much and not enough, all at once. He nodded.
That was how it started.
They began sharing quiet moments behind the school. No words, just the rustle of wind and the occasional time Peko pulled out her covered sword as she practiced her forms nearby. She never moved too fast, never startled him. The wood covering her blade slicing through the air with purpose, but her movements were deliberate- never violent, never chaotic.
(Y/N) started bringing a book. Sometimes he read. Sometimes he just listened to her breathe.
He trusted her long before he realized he did.
One afternoon, weeks into this fragile ritual, Peko put her sword down and sat beside him. Not close enough to touch- but closer than usual.
“I was trained to kill,” she said softly, her eyes fixed on the horizon. “But I don’t want to be feared.”
(Y/N) looked at her. Really looked. Her eyes were steady, but there was something buried deep- something vulnerable.
“I’m not afraid of you,” he whispered.
She turned to him. The softest flicker of something like relief crossed her face.
“You don’t flinch when I move,” she said.
“You don’t raise your voice,” he replied. “You don’t... look at me like I’m broken.”
“You’re not broken,” she said without hesitation. “You survived something that tried to destroy you. That takes strength.”
His breath caught. No one had ever said that before. Not like that. Not without expectation.
Peko looked down. “I don’t understand emotions well. But... I want to protect what’s important to me. You’ve become important.”
His heart stuttered.
He didn’t know what to say. But maybe he didn’t need to.
Because for the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel like he had to hide.
And Peko, the girl who had only ever known her blade, sat quietly beside him- offering a different kind of shield.
After a while, they both stood, going off in their separate directions, like any other day.
The next day, around the end of the school day, (Y/N) was making his way to his loacker to gather all of his things.
The hallway was nearly empty, that sort of eerie quiet where footsteps echo too loudly. (Y/N) had stayed behind, as usual, hoping the other students would clear out so he wouldn’t have to squeeze through a crowd. But he hadn’t realized one of the seniors- Riku, loud and full of something bitter- was waiting around the corner.
“Hey,” Riku said, stepping into his path.
(Y/N) froze.
He recognized that voice. Recognized the way his tone coiled beneath fake friendliness. He backed up a step.
“Relax, man. Just wanna talk,” Riku smirked, inching closer. “You’re always glued to that sword-girl. Pretty sure she’s not into shy little losers.”
(Y/N)’s throat tightened. His breath came shallow. Riku moved fast- too fast- blocking his path with an arm against the lockers.
Something snapped behind his eyes. He wasn’t seeing the hallway anymore. He was seeing him. The stepfather who slammed doors. Who raised fists. Who spat words like nails. His body went rigid. Breath caught.
But then-
A voice, sharp and cold as steel, “Back away from him.”
Riku turned. “What the hell-?”
Peko stood at the end of the hall, eyes narrowed at Riku. She wasn’t holding it in an offensive stance. She didn’t need to.
Her presence alone was enough to shift the air.
Riku chuckled, but it was weak now. “Geez, you’re really babysitting him?”
Peko didn’t blink. “This is your final warning.”
Her hand moved slightly, her fingers brushing the handle of her sword on her back.
Riku scoffed but stepped back, muttering something under his breath. He wasn’t stupid. No one crossed Peko Pekoyama.
The moment he was gone, Peko turned her attention to (Y/N), whose back was still against the lockers, chest rising and falling fast.
“(Y/N),” she said, softly now. “He’s gone. You’re safe.”
It took a moment, but his gaze finally met hers. Wide, haunted.
She stepped closer. Slowly. “May I?” she asked, gesturing vaguely toward him- not to touch, just to be closer.
He nodded once.
They sat down on the bench nearby, the world narrowing to the silence between them. Peko waited. Patient. Steady. He clutched his sleeves tightly, knuckles white, before he finally broke the quiet.
“My stepfather…” he began. His voice cracked. He paused. Swallowed.
She waited.
“He used to do things like that. The cornering. The threats. And worse. I’d hear his boots coming down the hall and- I just- I couldn’t breathe.” His voice wavered, and he shut his eyes tightly. “I always thought it was my fault. That I wasn’t strong enough.”
Peko didn’t speak right away. When she did, her voice was low. Intent.
“You survived that,” she said. “Not because you were weak- but because you endured. And that kind of strength... is rare.”
His lips trembled. “Why don’t you run from me, Peko?”
She tilted her head slightly, frowning. “Why would I run from you?”
“Because I’m messed up. Broken. You could be with anyone-”
“I choose to be near you,” she interrupted, voice firm. “Not out of pity. Not out of duty. But because... when I’m with you, I feel calm. Like I don’t have to always be a weapon.”
His eyes widened.
She hesitated, then reached out- not touching him, just letting her hand hover, waiting. “May I?” she asked again.
Slowly, (Y/N) nodded.
She took his hand gently, her grip warm but never tight. Never controlling. Just… there.
And for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a victim.
Mikan:
The first time Mikan saw him, (Y/N) was curled up in the corner of the classroom, sleeves tugged over his hands, eyes glued to the floor like looking at anyone might make him shatter.
She recognized it instantly- the stiffness in his shoulders, the flinch at every sudden movement, the way his breathing changed when someone walked behind him. Fear. Not the kind that faded with time, but the kind etched into the nervous system like a scar.
She understood that kind of fear too well.
Mikan had always been too much- too clumsy, too anxious, too eager to please- but she was never too much for pain. Pain, she'd learned, made people pay attention. She'd hated it, but she'd lived in it for so long that when she saw (Y/N), she knew. He lived there too.
It started small.
A quiet hello after class, barely above a whisper. A bandaid offered when she noticed he was biting the skin around his nails until it bled. He didn’t say thank you. He didn’t look her in the eye. But he didn’t push her away either.
That was enough for Mikan.
She didn’t try to fix him. She just sat next to him sometimes, talked softly about things that didn’t matter- how the nurse’s office was out of gauze again, how her hair wouldn’t stay right no matter how she brushed it, how the sky looked heavy with rain. He never responded, but slowly, he started listening. And eventually, he started nodding.
Then one day, he spoke.
“I hate being touched.”
His voice cracked on the last word.
Mikan froze. She didn’t ask why. She didn’t need to. She just nodded, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “Okay. I won’t touch you,” she said.
(Y/N)’s shoulders relaxed, just a little.
Weeks passed like that. (Y/N) never told her what happened, but sometimes he’d trail off mid-sentence and she’d see the flicker of something behind his eyes- something haunted and heavy. She didn’t press. She just kept showing up. With warmth. With patience.
And one rainy afternoon, everything changed.
He was shaking when he stumbled into the nurse’s office, soaked through, bruises blooming across his ribs. He wouldn’t say who did it. Mikan didn’t ask. She only helped him sit down on the cot, hands trembling as she reached for the medical kit, then paused.
“I-I-I’m going to clean your injuries now, but… I won’t touch you unless you say it’s okay, okay?”
There was a long silence. Then, barely audible:
“…Okay.”
It was the first time he let her touch him.
Her hands were soft, careful. Every movement was slow, narrated in a gentle whisper. “I’m cleaning the cut now. It might sting a little, b-but I’ll be really careful, promise…”
He flinched, but didn’t pull away. His breathing hitched. She didn’t say anything when a tear slid down his cheek. She just handed him a tissue.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I’m so broken.”
“No,” she said immediately, shaking her head so hard her hair slipped from its pins. “You’re not. You’re hurt. You’ve been hurt really badly, but that’s not the same as being broken.”
He looked at her then. Really looked at her. She saw the raw ache in his expression, the doubt, the exhaustion. But also, the beginning of something else. Hope, maybe.
In time, (Y/N) stopped flinching as much. He started sitting closer. Sometimes, he even smiled. It was small and fleeting, but to Mikan, it was brighter than the sun.
He wasn’t healed, not completely. Healing didn’t happen all at once. It came in pieces. In trust built moment by moment. In safety found in gentle hands and soft voices.
Mikan didn’t need him to be perfect. She didn’t even need him to be okay.
She just needed him to know he didn’t have to suffer alone.
And little by little, he began to believe it.
After that, the nurse’s office had become a kind of sanctuary.
At first, (Y/N) had only gone there when he had no choice- when bruises needed hiding or a panic attack left him too dizzy to think. But now, he found himself drifting there even on quiet days. Days when nothing hurt, at least not visibly. Days when the ghosts were just whispers, not screams.
Mikan was always there.
She never asked him to explain himself. She never pushed when the words got stuck in his throat. She just smiled- nervous, shaky, but real- and made space for him beside her. Sometimes she offered tea. Sometimes she rambled about classwork or clumsily spilled cotton balls across the floor. Sometimes she just sat with him, in silence, and that was enough.
(Y/N) found comfort in her softness, in how careful she was. How she always announced every move.
“I’m reaching for the thermometer now, o-okay? I won’t touch you.”
“I’ll sit here, if that’s okay. I c-can move if it’s not…”
He never realized how deeply he craved that kind of gentleness until she gave it to him.
It was a Thursday when something shifted.
(Y/N) was staring out the window, watching a few birds hop along the grass just beyond the courtyard. The sky was a dull gray, the kind that made everything feel a little heavier. Mikan sat beside him on the cot, legs drawn up beneath her, chewing nervously on her lower lip.
She looked at him, then down at her hands. “U-Um… (Y/N)? Can I ask something?”
He stiffened, but nodded.
“Have you ever… had anyone tell you they’re proud of you?”
He blinked.
“…No.”
Mikan’s lips parted like she might cry, but instead, she scooted just a little closer. “I am,” she whispered. “I-I mean… I’m proud of you. You’re so brave. You keep going even when it hurts, and you’re always so kind even when you're scared, and… I just think that’s really, really strong.”
The room was too quiet. Too still.
Then- without thinking- (Y/N) reached out. His fingers brushed her sleeve. Not skin. Just fabric. But it was the first time he’d reached for anyone in years.
Mikan didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.
“Is… is it okay if I stay like this?” he asked, voice trembling. “Just for a minute.”
Her eyes went wide with emotion, then she gave the smallest, warmest smile.
“Yes. Of course it is.”
Later that night, (Y/N) sat on his bed with the lights off, staring at the soft imprint of her touch left in his memory. His stepfather’s voice still echoed sometimes, cruel and sharp and impossible to silence. But for once, it was quieter than the sound of Mikan’s voice.
“I’m proud of you.”
Those words replayed over and over, like a lullaby.
Tenko:
The dojo was quiet- unusually so. Dust motes floated in the sunlit air like tiny spirits, dancing just above the polished floorboards. Tenko Chabashira stood barefoot at the center of the room, her dark hair pulled into a high ponytail that swayed with every practiced movement. Her breathing was controlled, sharp, matching the flow of her kata.
But she paused mid-strike, her sharp eyes flickering toward the door. Someone was there- hesitating. Hovering like a shadow.
"(Y/N)?" she called softly, letting her arms fall to her sides.
He flinched, half-hidden behind the sliding door, as if even hearing his name spoken aloud was too much. His knuckles were white where he clutched the edge of the frame, shoulders hunched beneath his too-large hoodie.
Tenko straightened and offered a gentle smile- not too big, not too forceful. She knew better than to rush him. Over the past few weeks, she’d noticed how (Y/N) never looked anyone in the eyes, how he avoided crowded hallways and jumped at loud voices. And worst of all- how he tensed around every man, like his whole body was bracing for a blow.
She had been careful. Always letting him choose the distance. Always making sure he knew she saw him as more than what the others whispered behind his back.
"I was just finishing up training," she said, wiping sweat from her brow. "You can come in… if you want."
He hesitated, then stepped forward like he was walking into an unknown world. Every step seemed like a negotiation with himself. He didn’t meet her eyes, but he sat at the far edge of the room, back to the wall, as if needing a way out.
Tenko didn’t mind. She simply walked to the corner, grabbed a bottle of water, and took a slow sip before sitting cross-legged across from him.
"You’re always welcome here, you know," she said softly. "No pressure. Just… a place to breathe."
(Y/N)'s hands curled tightly in his sleeves. His voice, when it came, was almost inaudible. “You’re the only one who doesn’t… look at me like I’m broken.”
Tenko’s heart twisted. She leaned forward slightly, mindful of her posture- open, nonthreatening.
"You're not broken, (Y/N). You've just been hurt. And healing... takes time. But you're strong. I can tell."
He shook his head. "I'm not. I can't even look at half the class without freezing up. I can’t-"
“You showed up here,” she cut in gently. “That’s strength.”
There was silence. A long, aching silence.
Then, as if asking for something he couldn’t name, he whispered, "Can I stay a while?"
Tenko’s expression softened. She nodded, voice quiet but firm. “As long as you need.”
And so they sat there, in the soft golden light, surrounded by the scent of pine wood and old paper walls. No fighting. No fear. Just two people- one offering calm, the other learning to breathe again.
Tenko glanced at him, watching the way his shoulders relaxed just slightly.
"I don’t usually like guys," she admitted suddenly, rubbing the back of her neck. "They make me uncomfortable. Scared, sometimes. I… guess that’s why I understand you a little."
(Y/N)'s head turned, just barely, and for the first time, their eyes met. Not for long, not intensely- but it was enough. Enough to see the sincerity in hers, the warmth behind the guarded strength.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
Tenko gave him a soft smile- one that didn’t need words.
After that day, the dojo became their quiet haven.
Most days after class, Tenko would finish her practice while (Y/N) sat nearby, always keeping his distance, always watching. Sometimes, he brought a book. Other times, he said nothing at all. But he came back- day after day- and that was enough for her.
One afternoon, when the clouds hung low and the wind rattled the paper windows, Tenko finished a round of sparring with the training dummy and sat beside him on the polished floor. She didn’t speak at first. Neither did he.
Instead, she handed him a cup of tea she’d brewed earlier. Chamomile. Something calming.
He took it slowly, hands trembling just slightly as he held the warm porcelain between his palms.
“I used to drink tea with my mom,” he said, voice low. “Before everything… changed.”
Tenko glanced over, surprised he’d spoken first. She stayed quiet, letting him decide how much to share.
“She used to hum,” he added. “All the time. While cleaning, cooking… even when things were bad. I miss that.”
Tenko looked down at her cup, her brow knitting softly. “I miss my sensei,” she said. “She taught me everything I know about Aikido. She said it wasn’t just about defense- it was about connection. With yourself. With others.”
She turned her head to meet his eyes.
“That’s why I started letting you sit here. I wanted you to feel safe… connected.”
(Y/N) bit his lip, shoulders curling in slightly like he was trying to keep himself small. But he didn’t move away.
“Sometimes I think I’ll never be normal,” he whispered.
Tenko scooted just a little closer- carefully, never pushing.
“What if you don’t have to be?” she said. “What if who you are now is already enough?”
He looked at her, eyes wide. There was no judgment there. No pity. Just Tenko-blunt, honest, warm. After a few moniutes, she suggested something.
“Just stretching,” she promised. “You don’t even have to touch me. It’s just you and your body. Reclaiming it.”
(Y/N) was hesitant. The idea of his body being his own felt... foreign. But Tenko’s voice was soft, and her patience never wavered.
He followed her lead one day, mirroring her as she slowly bent forward, arms extended. His form was shaky, unbalanced, but she never corrected him harshly.
“You’re doing great,” she said gently. “This part’s about feeling. Not perfection.”
Each day, he got a little better. He started standing straighter. Breathing deeper. Letting his hands relax at his sides instead of fisting in his sleeves.
He even laughed once- when Tenko tried to show off a high kick and accidentally knocked over a training mat.
She flushed red. “T-That was intentional, of course! A lesson in humility!”
His laugh was small but real, and she smiled like she’d just won a gold medal.
It was late one evening when (Y/N) had a nightmare and ended up knocking on her door at the dorms, pale and shaking.
Tenko didn’t ask questions. She pulled him inside and handed him a blanket. Made him tea. Sat on the floor with him until the trembling stopped.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.
He shook his head.
She nodded. “Then we don’t have to.”
But after a while, as the tea grew cold between his hands, he said, “He used to come into my room when the house was quiet. Said it was my fault. That I was weak.”
Tenko’s hands tightened on her lap, her jaw clenching with quiet rage.
“You were never at fault,” she said. “Not even a little.”
And then- carefully, with the softness of someone offering a bridge- she opened her arms.
“I can hold you, if you want.”
His breath caught, chest rising unevenly.
“…Okay.”
He leaned in slowly, as if expecting her to flinch. But she didn’t. Her arms wrapped around his narrow shoulders, strong but warm. She held him like she meant it- like she wasn’t afraid of what he carried.
“I’ve got you,” she whispered. “No one’s going to hurt you anymore. Not while I’m here.”
You’ve gotta be real close with him to even get anywhere close. The thing about these two is they’re constantly aware of their surroundings.
Aoi tried to tickle him in the library once and was smacked on the head with a book for her attempt.
So he’d need to be off his game- sleep-deprived or just overthinking a particular issue.
When your hands slip around his waist he assumes you’re being typical and wanting affection but nope- by the time he realizes; he’s already snorting and jerking in your grip.
He rushes to cover his mouth between gasps of mirth, boyish giggles and snickers that are totally foreign when not in derision of someone making you giggle too.
“You're…aha! Gonna wish I killed you fast!”
He’s a threatener when he’s ler’d. Total brat.
Never admits it but honestly? Think he’d like the loss of control.
His only hard no is telling Toki/Genocider. He doesn’t think he’d be able to handle it.
Most comfy with you but also finds he doesn’t mind the future foundation members wrecking him a little, especially Makoto, and Kyoko since he feels they’re “on his level”.
He’s a fighter but he also never wants to hurt who’s getting him a lot of times so he’ll flail out wildly at empty space.
Only one I think he wouldn’t mind hitting is Yasuhiro just because he finds it funny honestly.
He regrets it after Hiro redoubled his efforts and forces him to squeal out an apology.
Hates his laugh.
His siblings made fun of him for it, so he’s incredibly sensitive about it but he gradually learns everyone has weird laughs through you and Future Foundation.
Peko Pekoyama:
Peko is a smidgen like Togami in that you need to be close to her first.
She’ll flip your ass if you catch her off guard and then gasp and rush to make sure you’re okay.
She doesn’t mean to, but she’s trained that way to protect Fuyuhiko and the whole family.
But you’ll likely find out while unwinding with her- offering her a massage is a great way to initiate touch. She doesn’t see it coming and you feel a little bad for tricking her as she beams in excitement.
You start massaging her back and shoulders normally for a few minutes and then suddenly brush your fingertips over her sides.
Poor thing yelps and you both freeze, blushing.
She’s exceedingly adorable you decide, when she turns and mumbles shyly.
“I…didn’t say you had to stop.”
She’s curious honestly. Here is a sensation she’s never experienced before. She wants to experience it to its fullest.
She’s seen her Young Master and his sister of course but she was never included in such things. It wasn’t something thought about.
Fuyuhiko finds out firsthand when Peko doesn’t disappear during one of said tickle fights and takes full advantage of it.
He gets you an extravagant gift to say thank you, and Peko will seek you out when she needs a massage again.
