I'm really trying to figure out how a pre despair komahina au would even work, the killing game is so important to their relationship, becoming friends then "rivals," and then friends again, that I don't know how it'd work otherwise. Like, Nagito's beliefs would probably prevent him from engaging with Hajime, and Hajime probably wouldn't ever notice him.
The only way I can see them getting closer is if Chiaki pushed them to engage, and after spending enough time together they'd become closer. And because Nagito loves Hajime for who he is he'd have to question his beliefs.
komahina hyperfixation distracting me please let me wooorrkkkkkkk
Hi! I don’t know how does this work, I have never really asked for requests on tumblr, especially fanfic requests eheh
I guess you just ask to write a prompt or something?? I hope so. Anyways, I really love your writing and I loved how you showed Nagito’s and Nanami’s friendship in your last fic. So I wanted to request something about them yk, being friends :) spending time together or talking about something, maybe pre-despair or not. Whichever way you want :)
I hope this is okay eheh
(And I will probably be back with similar requests some times because I really liked how you wrote them fkgklg 👁)
since when do you read twilight?
summary: chiaki and nagito have a small chat before class.
♡ a/n: hi anon! yes, you're completely right, a request is best described as being a prompt you'd like a writer to execute (:
back in 2020, i wrote a domestic (practically ooc) scene between komanami, and i first tried re-writing that for your request but i realized there wasn't much room to put much dialogue/banter which i wanted to prioritize since you want to see them getting along. so i wrote this to try emphasizing the dynamic i like to see them in while they're friends, i hope you like it!
(ps. i would like to thank you for reintroducing me to my old komanami playlist bc i looped it while working on this.)
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“Komaeda-kun.”
He doesn’t look up from his book. His eyes glaze over a new line as an absent smile forms on his face.
If Nanami didn’t know any better, she’d assume he’s ignoring her. But she does know better, and he’s definitely ignoring her, but that’s not going to stop her.
“Why are you reading a vampire romance?”
Komaeda’s green eyes finally look up at her with a patient grin. She’s standing right in front of his desk. And for once, she gets to feel taller than him since he’s sitting.
“Hm? Did you say something?”
“You’re reading a vampire romance,” Nanami repeats, bending lower at the waist to inspect more of the cover. Komaeda lowers his book and lays it flat on the table, still open to the page he was at.
The classroom has filled out with the rest of their peers, and the bell rang to signal the start of class, but Miss Yukizome must be running late because she’s nowhere in sight. Most of their classmates have receded into their friend groups, sharing morning snacks, talking and gossiping. The golden light of the morning sun is illuminating the classroom through the windows.
Usually, Nanami spends her time before class absorbed in her Gamegirl, never once looking up. But today, she defeated a level of her Zelda game after countless tumultuous tries and was relieved enough to lift her gaze. She caught the moment Komaeda stopped by his seat, shrugged off his bookbag and pulled out the chair for himself.
She’s been trying to spend more time with him after noticing his lack of interaction with their classmates. Nanami had gotten the chance to befriend everyone else in their class, yet Komaeda had managed to sink into the background and let himself go unseen. He can’t disappear forever, though, and she’s made sure to remind him of it.
“A vampiric romance,” Komaeda tests the words while he smiles at her. “You must be seeing things. I can’t recall that’s in my taste.”
Nanami leans further over his desk, letting herself stoop low enough to rest her arms on the surface. She spins the book to face her and traces the first line of dialogue that catches her eye.
“‘And so, the lion fell in love with the lamb’,” She reads aloud. “‘What a stupid lamb’.”
“‘What a sick, masochistic lion’,” Komaeda drones back, grabbing the book to pull it back. “Was this the wrong move, Nanami-san? Has my choice in book today offended you?”
“No,” Nanami states calmly, “I just didn’t think you’d choose to read that.”
She walks around his desk and bumps the side of his chair with her leg lightly. He scoots to the side to give her room to sit. The seat isn’t wide enough for two, but Miss Yukizome will likely arrive soon, so it’s not like they’ll stay here for long.
“You’re right, as usual. This book was never in my interest,” Komaeda says pensively, flipping the book to its synopsis, so he could inspect it with her.
“Then why read it?”
“Oh, I found it in pristine condition in the school’s dumpster,” Komaeda replies brightly, “I fell and hit myself against the metal of it and this landed right beside me.”
Nanami frowns. “Are you okay?”
“Hm? From the fall?” He shrugs it off, “Well, I’m alive, aren’t I? Don’t concern yourself with me.”
“Was that recent?”
“It was yesterday,” Komaeda says, “I was walking home from campus and I tripped on a pencil someone must have dropped. It must have looked embarrassing from the outside. All I remember is the crash of the impact and the dizziness keeping me on the ground for a little.”
Nanami blinks. “That’s intense.”
Komaeda laughs. “It was really nothing. And I got a free book out of it.”
Nanami opens her mouth. She hesitates for a beat before getting herself to speak.
“Would you stop that?”
Komaeda raises his eyebrows. “Stop what?”
“Dismissing yourself. You push away negative experiences in favor of the single good thing that come out of them.”
He nervously looks to the side. “Is that a bad thing?”
“The way you do it, yes. You don’t let yourself complain about the negatives. You know…” She leans a little closer, “It’s not healthy to keep those emotions in you. You can’t always turn things hopeful. It’ll end up backfiring eventually.”
Komaeda stares at her without a discernible expression.
She looks away from him before quietly finalizing her words. “...I think… Anyway, are you liking the book?”
Komaeda looks at the open novel and quickly puts on a smile.
One of the many things Nanami appreciates about him is his ability to drop conversations the second she wordlessly requests it. Trying to teach Komaeda that his feelings matter is a long-term lesson to apply. She can’t act so straightforward at eight in the morning on a single Wednesday. If she continued, he’d shut down at her persistence and end up pushing her away. Which is the last thing she wants.
“Ah, I wouldn’t say I’m a fan thus far…”
“You’ve enjoyed half of it,” Nanami says, pointing at the edge of the pages. “You can’t deny it because I can see how much you've read.”
“Mmm, I fear you’re seeing the wrong things, Nanami-san. I have merely tolerated the book for two-hundred-and-some pages.”
“Like how I tolerate the games I spend any of my time on?”
The side of Komaeda’s lip quirks up.
“Now that I think about it, I also recently tolerated a visual novel where the main love interest was a vampire,” Nanami continues, “So I guess blood-sucking romances are something we both feel whatever about.”
“I’m honored to have something in common with an Ultimate.”
“You’re an Ultimate, too,” Nanami says. “And my friend.”
Komaeda almost rolls his eyes. “Generous as always.”
“I’m being sincere,” Nanami reaffirms. She ignores the skeptical look in Komaeda’s eyes and goes back to skimming the page of his book.
“Why is he talking about the smell of her throat?”
Komaeda shrugs, “I’m not well versed in brooding vampires.”
“Maybe after you read this book, you will be,” Nanami suggests. “Oh, and once you are, you can help me finish that visual novel. There are some choices that stumped me the last time.”
“So we can experience a tolerable story together?”
"Yeah. And obviously not find any of it enjoyable."
"Somehow, I feel your company could change that, Nanami-san."
Nanami grins and leans her shoulder against his, quietly continuing to read with him while waiting for their instructor to arrive.
hii, you mentioned non-despair kmhn aus and i wanted to recommend 'a little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me' by lloer and 'i can't take you anywhere' by dimolto (both on ao3) if you haven't read them already, i think these are some of the greatest non/pre daspair kmhn fics out there!!
:D!!!! tysm for the recommendations I will absolutely check them out!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️
Otoha peeked into the classroom door, opening it to show herself fully before giving a brief bow towards the others in greeting.
“Um... I made some extra cookies if anyone would like some-- they’re almond biscuits. I have some palmier too if people would prefer that.”
She shifted to move a small bag from behind her back with small boxes and portioned goods. There were places that she could go with the extra treats of course, but if she could find people within the school then that would make things a bit easier.
“I brought a few other things too in case-- anpan or chocolate croissants and things... I’m not obligating anyone to take any but if it piques anyone’s interest I’d be happy to share.”
While Tomo had found the nature of all of this a bit dubious, they WERE where they were supposed to be. The thing that caught him most odd was the complete lack of faculty. That could be somewhat understandable if they all showed up after an hour or so ,but they were now at two hours, heading to three. Perhaps this was all just some experiment… See how the new students would act without supervision, something like that.
Regardless of the situation, if he was going to be spending some time here, he felt it was only natural to familiarize himself with the kitchen, and the supplies available. After all, that’s where he’d likely be spending a good portion of his time. Tomo began digging through various kitchen supplies, examining all the resources that would be at his disposal during this stay. It was rather surprising just how well stocked this resort was.
As he was on his knees examining the items below the counters, he heard footsteps approaching from behind. In an attempt to stand upright quickly, he bonked his head on the edge of the counter. “Gah! Fudge nuggets! Shitake mushrooms!” His attempt at tame swearing was accompanied by stomping his foot for a moment.
After a moment, his eyes fell on his fellow student. “Ah! If it isn’t the good witch.” Tomo’s hand moved to his head to rub where had hit. “How ya doin’?”
Yumiko casually strolled throughout the hallways listening to her favorite song in her headphones. It was one of those new idol songs that everyone loved. She had this confident composure which said to not mess with her. She walked swaying her hips and chewing her gum. A stranger passed by her and pulled out her earbud. Accidental or not this was still rude.
“Yo what was that! I was listening to something you know. I didn’t realize people could be so rude.”
