thinkin about getting turned on w ur friend but none of u actually have any clue on what to do :((
what was supposed to be just a hangout at her house turned into a long long talk abt how ur ovulating and have nothing to do abt it bc youre so inexperienced that u dont even have a toy to get off with … as u keep on blabbering u dont notice your cunny getting all wet n puffy, dropling all over ur friends bed. shes moving around so much too, trying rub her clothed clit on her sheets.. u spend sm time together its so wonder ur cycles are aligned, both ovulating n dumb n horny n with nothing to help urself with…
ur cheeks are so hot, u feel so wet that ur going dumb over nothing, barely noticing ur friend leaning towards u and pressing her pink lips against yours, slowly sliding her tongue in your mouth. u suck on it so sloppily, but she doesnt mind because shes never done this before either.. spit drips down your chests, makin u both feel even more caged into ur clothes.. so you undress, finally letting ur tits n pussies breathe !! her hands slide down your shoulders and cup your boobs, squeezin n tuggin at ur nipples .. your eyes go straight to her chest, n u dont think twice before sucking on it, makin her moan louder n louder …
its not enough tho, but u both have no clue how to relieve yourselves .. u’ll just have to rub ur clits n puffy cunts together, squirting all over each other while giggling n drooling against ur mouths .. no thoughts just being dumb n subby with ur friend ♡
I just want to ask for headcanons of random poly couples of your choice that you havent had the time to write for yet. whether its an easy one like nagi and reo from blue lock, or something more random and chaotic like hibari and gokudera from reborn, im curious what couples you think of!
🦉🍁You've noticed both of those guys even back in high school. Really, you didn't have a choice of not noticing both of them. Not when Bokuto was an energetic engine waiting to go off with Akaashi the only one functioning as his brakes to hold him back. Being part of the volleyball club and with Bokuto also being one of the Top 5 aces in Japan additionally really helped for you to pay them some attention. You wouldn't say that you have ever been passionate about volleyball or any sports. Your goal is to graduate and get a good job. Yet through some strange coincidence you wind up helping Bokuto of all people with school stuff and that despite being a 2nd Year just like Akaashi. That is by finding him with deflated hair sitting on a bench within school, in a rare depressed mood you aren't used to seeing him in all because exam seaso is looming and he has no idea what all those numbers and letters on his sheet are supposed to mean. You haven't covered that stuff just yet but you are kind of good in math so you take pity upon him, sit down with him and try to help him. Getting him to focus is a task in itself already as his attention keeps on bouncing around like a goddamn rubber ball.
🦉🍁You don't think much of it. Bokuto thinks highly of it. You realise that much when from that day on he storms into your classroom during breaks with new questions. You don't know why he isn't asking people from his year. When you dare to ask that question though, he goes into his emo mood which quickly leads you to take it back. He does tell you eventually that you are the most encouraging person who has ever taught him as other people who try to help him- usually his teammates from the volleyball club- show him a tougher kind of love and encouragement. He is a person though who thrives on praise and that is why he seems to prefer you as you spare him nice words even when his equations are so far off that even your eyebrow twitches for a moment. You see though how hard he is trying, tongue poking out from his lips as he listens to your explanations and that is all you can really demand. It is due to the grace of Bokuto's attention that you get closer to Akaashi as well. Honestly, in hindsight it is bizarre that you got closer to Bokuto before Akaashi considering that both of you are not only both 2nd Years but also share a handful of classes.
🦉🍁First and foremost Akaashi apologises to you for whatever stress Bokuto might put you through as technically you shouldn't have to help the Captain of the Volleyball Club, especially with material you don't have to even cover until next school year. You insist that it really isn't much of a hazzle though as you like helping others wherever you can. That is how it all really begins. Study sessions where Akaashi now joins because he doesn't want you to deal by yourself with Bokuto where both of you often have to force Bokuto to sit down and still so that he can focus. Bokuto's affection is by far most obvious to you. At one point he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself and pounces on you like a dog eager for praise. If he receives it, his chest puffs out. If he doesn't receive it, he visibly deflates and goes into emo mood. It's Akaashi though who takes you by surprise. You didn't expect the affection from his side and much less how it almost develops simultaneously with that of Bokuto as if close friendship leads to shared desires as well. You only truly know when Akaashi advocates for both Bokuto and himself and their shared affection for you.
🦉🍁You end up becoming a manager to the Fukurodani volleyball club. Not fully by your own decisions. Partially it really is only because Bokuto doesn't function properly anymore when you aren't around. He has been trying and failing to impress with his math skills and so he obviously wants for you to see him at his best. His best is when he is playing volleyball. The problem is that when you aren't around, his motivation drops significantly to the point where he is prone to enter emo mood. In fact Akaashi adds you to the growing list of weaknesses Bokuto has and puts you immediately at no. 1. Initially you simply start to attend practices to keep Bokuto's motivations up in the naive hopes that maybe you can do some school work there. Clearly you underestimated just how much of an attention seeker Bokuto is, his voice booming through the sports hall whenever he plays and his hands touching you during every break. You spend so much time with the club that Akaashi at one point just suggests that you might as well become the manager. Initially doubtful, Akaashi quickly convinces you as you cannot really argue against his logic. It allows both of them to keep an easier eye on you.
🦉🍁It's quite easy for you as well as others to keep your attention on only Bokuto as he has a presence and attitude that just demands it. After all he is the loud one. The clingy one. The one who smothers you in hugs and attention and blocks other people with his physique whenever he gets jealous. It is indeed quite easy to pay less attention to Akaashi as a result as he is the quieter one out of the two. That's not something that ever bothers the younger men though. Perhaps he even prefers it as it allows him to observe and analyse easier without being noticed. Bokuto takes the role of the engine and the heart of the relationship whilst Akaashi works as the brain and the brakes. He knows when he has to hold Bokuto back from overwhelming you or others. He knows on which people to keep a closer eye on if they show any interest in you. And differently from Bokuto who is all about direct confrontation, Akaashi talks with people from behind the scenes. You perhaps underappreciate just how much Akaashi keeps everything under observation and control. Bokuto is physical. Akaashi relies on arguments and even subtle manipulation to keep even you where you need to be.
🦉🍁College has the rumors flying even further as the three of you actually share one apartment and pay by having mini jobs outside of courses and exams. Honestly, you cannot blame anyone though as you two would react similarly if you were an outside observer. Now though privacy is even fewer as you live in the same space. Akaashi gives you time and space. Bokuto has a much harder time keeping his distance, especially because he tends to misunderstand it as you being in a bad mood or him having done something to make you mad. You still have separate places to sleep though it isn't uncommon for you to wake up due to Bokuto squeezing himself into your space or for you simply dozing off squished between both of them. Even as all three of you graduate from college and enter the world of jobs, both of them stick by your side. Bokuto becomes a professional volleyball player and Akaashi an editor for a shounen manga magazine and whilst you spend more time with Akaashi now as he stays in one place, the three of you still share an apartment. Bigger noe though as your combined salary is much bigger now though privacy is still nonexistent with Bokuto around.
Momobami Kirari & Igarashi Sayaka
♣️💐Honestly, your goal has always been to stay out of the whole gambling aspect of the school even though ranking and popularity is determined by it. The only reason why you attend Hyakkaou Private Academy in the first place is because it has a reputation and a status of a school where all the rich people go. Your family is quite wealthy and for that would simply hate to miss out on not sending you to that very institution where all the rich and influential kids go. So you simply grit your teeth and nod your head, respecting their decision but swearing to not get involved with the questionable rules and the system established by the Student Council President. Once you enter the academy your decision is tested though. Not because you are tempted or because you care for the social pressure as your excellent grades aren't enough. It's because you take pity upon the students degraded to nothing but pets all because they have debt and lost their gambles. Until one day you watch a gamble and snap after seeing how cruel the pets gambling for their lives are treated. So despite your better judgement you join the bet and somehow win through sheer intuition and lucky hands.
♣️💐Your reputation changes from that day on. It is a strange one though. You don't gamble for power or fame or your own success. Instead you gamble with the richest all to earn money and help pets to pay their debt. Some of them were terrible people before they were forced to wear that necklace marking them as something less human. Still, all of them are victims of the system. And the one who enables that system is Kirari for she is the one who has established it in the first place. Your spite for her is obvious as you are not afraid to openly voice it out. Most students fear for you whenever you articulate how much you despise her. Sayaka is enraged too. Kirari herself though is intrigued. Your reputation is something that has earned you her attention for a while now as she has requested for Sayaka to keep her updated about you. For the first time someone in this aquarium is defying the current of the water she has thrown everyone in. People here fight and cheat for their own advantages. You fight to help others though so that they may be able to repay their debt by gambling money away from the richest students in this academy. You defy common logic. That makes you intriguing.
♣️💐Your most common targets are members of the Student Council for they have lots of money which you can claim in gambles to pay off the loans of other students. Up until now though you have avoided Kirari as well as her sister who is Vice-President. Still, you have gotten away with quite a lot of money and so eventually Kirari decides to pay you a visit during class. You just about manage to conceal your surprise when she one day walks through the door with Sayaka right by her side. She really is just doing whatever she wants, isn't she? Blue eyes seem to try to look right through you as she takes a long minute just observing you herself- something she has so far only let Sayaka do for her. Said girl is silently boiling with jealousy as you suddenly hog so much attention for yourself. Not that you really want to. You truly are a curious case. Your motives are ones she cannot get behind. The sheer disregard she shows to the suffering of others quietly infuriates her and within that rage you declare that you plan to one day overthrow her and become the new Student President to abolish the very system she has established. It earns you the murmurs and gasp from others- but an intrigued smile from her.
♣️💐You truly are a remarkable one. Finally, someone interesting. She hopes that you will hold true to your promise though and one day indeed challenge her with the position of Student Council President on the line. To her it is indeed a promise that she will see through you hold up to her as everything else would be far too disappointing. With that dare though you have earned her undivided intrigue and attention. Something Sayaka is much less delighted about. She is in fact seething with jealousy and despite knowing that Kirari probably wouldn't approve, she is trying to take you down herself. She coaxes others to play against you and she may even encourage dirty play as everything goes as long as it isn't noticed by the referee. Somehow though you always wiggle your way out of it through sheer luck and the ability to make good decisions. It drives Sayaka absolutely up a wall. You're threatening her beloved President and she will not allow anyone to overthrow Kirari. Whilst you feel spite for Kirari, you feel largely indifference for Sayaka. Though you are far from oblivious to the way she is seething whenever you talk about Kirari and your plans to overtake you.
♣️💐Perhaps hatred and affection are truly just two sides of the same coin as both are intense emotions that rob one of the ability to think clearly and fill one's thoughts with the image of the vessel of those feelings. This is certainly what Sayaka experiences. You occupy her mind a lot. She observes and analyses to discover weaknesses and stage your downfall until she can recall with ease your daily schedules. It is most ironic how she herself doesn't truly seem to notice just how close she is getting to crossing a certain line of no return. Kirari notices on the other hand. However, she doesn't prevent it from happening. She isn't feeling threatened. Much more on the opposite. She is intrigued. She wants to figure out what will happen with Sayaka once that critical line is crossed. So she merely observes as her assistant drives herself utterly mad until spite and desire seem to become inseparable from each other. Even then Sayaka remains in denial as Kirari is the only one she has always had eyes for. It isn't until Kirari herself announces her fascination with you and that she is just as aware that Sayaka has been feeling a similar intrigue for you that the dark-haired woman starts to feel less ashamed.
♣️💐All that is now left is Kirari anticipating when you plan to overthrow her and take her throne as your own. Sayaka secretly dreads that day as even her affection for both Kirari and you don't spare her from the fear of what will come next. Kirari on the other hand looks forward to that day of mutual destruction. Whatever may happen afterwards, she won't care for the sheer entertainment and intrigue you have provided her with are more than she ever anticipated. There was once a time where she almost got bored before you arrived like a storm in her paradise and overthrew everything. The chaos you have brought into her school is one she thinks of fondly though. You may be a parasite to the system she has established but she will gladly allow you to latch on. However, you aren't allowed to disappoint nor to disappear, no matter the outcome. Sayaka is trying desperately to stop the two of you from clashing as she fears the loss of either one of you. Yet both of you have ideals and goals neither one of you is willing to give up on. It may be cruel to Sayaka who will be left to pick up the pieces of it all once the gamble is over and one of you emerges as the winner.
Mikage Reo & Nagi Seishiro
💴🤍It starts of rather normal- or at least as normal as it can get with two boys crushing so obsessively on you. In your experience though from the earliest point possible, it has always been Reo who has taken the lead. No surprise there considering how incredibly lethargic Nagi usually is. You're not really sure who from those two it was who had the interest in you first. It could have been Reo who is normally used to having everything served to him on a silver plate. Or it could have been Nagi who is normally never motivated for everything but may have found something fascinating about you. What you definitely do know is that Reo is the one who approaches you first to converse with you and convince you to spend more time with Nagi and him. If you had the choice between the two interesting boys and all the other losers, would you really hesitate that long? But you are initially quite cautious and hesitate a lot. Something that may spark some irritation within Reo but he smooths that feeling on his face out quickly. Nagi on the other hand is slouching around somewhere close, not bothering to interfere but observing very close for someone who hates to be bothered at all.
💴🤍It is all Reo at the beginning. He is the one who greets you every day. He is the one sauntering over during lunch breaks. He is the one constantly leaving sticky notes on your locker and your desk. Heck, he even volunteers to do your homework for you- yes, doing it and not just helping you. All in desperate hopes of having you warm up to Nagi and him. When he somehow gets his hands on your number and you from that day on receive daily messages from him, you really aren't all that surprised anymore. No one would blame you if it would only be Reo who has a keen interest in you. But Nagi is for some reason always in the background and watches. He hasn't really made a move just yet. Too much energy would be wasted doing so. That is what he tells himself at least. As he watches Reo though making a fool of himself, he eventually notices that it does pay off. You definitely have Reo more on your mind, whether you want to or not is none of his business. Meanwhile you notice Nagi only very little and really, he only has himself to blame for that. Perhaps it is that moment where Nagi finally finds himself motivated to do something more than just linger around.
💴🤍The boldness of his approach catches both Reo and you off-guard though. Whilst Reo is still trying to charm his way in to do as much as hold your hand, Nagi just clings to you from the very beginning. You feel like a koala with her baby whenever he suddenly attaches himself to your back and follows you around like this. He has no problem just laying his head in your lap and trap you there with his weight as he just dozes off. Reo might be a bit jealous of that as he can't just do it as nonchalantly as Nagi can but even then he still remains the one who leads the two of you on. Besides being bold to touch you, Nagi doesn't do much else after all. So Reo is still able to make the majority of the decisions for him and you both. The time the three of you hang out and the time you have to spend individually with them. Because even if Nagi has some complaints, he just keeps his lips sealed as he doesn't want to get in an argument with Reo. Way too much effort for him. A lot of time you surprisingly spend in Nagi's apartment though as his parents are largely absent. It never quite crossed your mind that Reo may not get along with his parents as well as you thought despite being spoiled rotten by them.
💴🤍It is Reo's goal to play football. Nagi is just dragged along like he is mostly by his purple-haired friend. All you can do is support both of them, especially Reo as he lives for praise from you. When both of them are invited to the Blue Lock facility to participate in a programm to assemble a new elite team, you see them off. It feels a bit like a holiday for you though. Suddenly there is no Reo who has to make all the decisions for you. Suddenly there is no Nagi to trap you under his hold and just doze off with you as his personal pillow. Sure, both of them still face-time you and give you updates about their lives but otherwise you have free time for yourself again. It never quite crossed your mind that this programm could tear them apart. The sight of those two hanging around together has become so natural to you. So when both of them start calling you separately, you are already confused. It is Reo who breaks down first and vents to you about what has happened. Apparently football has awoken something within Nagi. Suddenly he wants to be independent and suddenly he even questions why he should share you as much with Reo as he used to do. He's gotten tired of Reo making the decisions.
💴🤍The tension is there immediately. You can feel it even when you are away from those two. You may have a call with one of them when the other one suddenly starts calling you and doesn't stop, leaving you stuck in a difficult position. You wonder how bad it must be for Nagi and Reo then as you are at the very least still away. Nagi has gotten more active, you cannot deny that. He calls and messages you so much more often than he used to do. Reo on the other hand amplifies everything to a much worse degree. During the day both of them are mostly occupied by practice and matches against other members. That means that at night those two really reach their worst potential. You find yourself forced to stay up much later than you should considering that you have school the next day to satisfy both of them so that neither one holds grudges. Reo is especially delicate with his temper right now so you are very aware of how you talk to him as one wrong word would be enough to send him spiraling. Nagi is still more relaxed in comparison- or perhaps he has finally learned to speak his thoughts out aloud more instead of keeping quiet about them. Hard to tell which is worse for the current conflict.
💴🤍The few times you are allowed to visit them due to some special privileges given to high-ranked participants, you are incredibly awkward. At least those interactions are only one-on-one as you don't even want to imagine how bad it would be if both of them would be here with you. They might actually start arguing which is something you have never witnessed before. Reo needs to be hold when he has you because he doesn't understand the world anymore and is quite in distress with the thought that you might rebel against him too. Nagi on the other hand has gotten much more possessive and touchy and whenever you try to talk to him about Reo, he brushes the topic off as if tired to hear about him. It is only after the U-20 match that things brighten up again. Obviously you attend as Reo has reserved and bought you a ticket and it's the first time you really get to see both of them in action. You meet up with both of them after that match, terrified of the incoming conflict only to discover that they seem to have settled it on their own. You still sense that things won't go back to how they used to be. Both of them have gotten much more competitive and egotistic already.
Clark Kent & Lois Lane
𝑺🖋As a new intern, you are determined to do your best for The Daily Planet. After all there are many great reporters working there already but none of them you deem to be as admirable as Lois Lane. She is a sharp woman who has the mind of someone who questions everything, a trait that defines a good journalist in your mind. You do aspire to be a bit like her in that matter. Overall everyone is quite nice to you though, especially Clark Kent. He's been here longer than you have but he is quite a bit clumsy at times and somehow that eases your nerves as it reminds you that everyone here has flaws. Both of them have very different ways of helping you settle in properly and you are very grateful for those different methods they apply. Lois is the critical thinker who usually points out when you do something wrong and is quick to correct you in it. Clark on the other hand tries to encourage you whenever you feel down because you missed a deadline or made a mistake and reminds you that it's normal to make mistakes at times. That's human after all. You internalise both of their approaches to learn from mistakes and to not let yourself be easily discouraged even if you mess something up.
𝑺🖋As you all live in Metropolis, Superman is the hot topic. Everyone knows him and most love him as well. A symbol of hope and strength in a cape flying through the sky. And Clark Kent somehow manages to get interviews with him. Lois Lane likes to question it. You are quite curious too as you would like to get to know the untouchable hero more too. Yet whenever you dare to ask Clark if it would be possible for you to tag along, he always gives you the same answer that he will see what he can do. Well, you suppose that someone like Superman wouldn't just show up for every reporter. There are probably enough nosy ones which have given him a hard enough time. Still, no one could blame you from wanting to see the hero a bit closer. With that wish you somehow jinx yourself successfully though. Because you do get to know him. He literally swoops in to save you during an attack from a big thing that nearly crushes you with the building to destroys whilst terrorising the city. In one moment you see the rubble falling down and with it your life flashing before your eyes and in the next one you stand elsewhere, held by no one else but Superman.
𝑺🖋You don't get to look at him long. He still has many more people to save. What strikes you though are his eyes. Even as you are brought to a hospital to get checked for your injuries. those eyes are on your mind. Back in The Daily Planet, you dare to say that you are coddled by both Lois and Clark in their respective ways. The attack has left you with a sprained wrist but luckily not much more. Lois doesn't baby you as much as she merely makes sure you do neither too little nor too much. You're still capable after all to do your job. Clark looks out much more for you and you actually get so embarrassed when he brings you flowers in hopes that you heal well. It is then that you take notice of his eyes though, usually hidden behind a thick pair of glasses during work. They remind you of someone. Just like that the memory of Superman staring at you strikes you and you don't even realise when you suddenly reach out and remove his glasses to take a better look at his eyes. Once you snap out of it though, you apologise urgently and give him back his glasses. But the seeds of suspicion have been sown already and from that day on a theory starts taking shape within your mind.
𝑺🖋Suddenly you start watching videos and read reports about Superman. Everything you can find. You start observing body shape, movements and analyse the voice. Physically speaking you realise pretty early on that Superman and Clark are very, very similar. It's the body language and the voice that throw you off though as those are very different. Then again, you assume that a superhero would try to keep his identity hidden and act differently. You even start to dig deeper into Clark's backstory and try to find a connection between the first time Superman appeared in Metropolis and the time Clark moved here. Lois and Clark both take notice of it. Clark notices how you observe him much more closely and gets awkward and Lois observes you whilst you observe Clark. You're a very observant and shrewd woman and Lois is already going through all scenarios as she does believe that you will find out eventually. Up until now you have been smart enough to not tell anyone though. Truth be told, you don't even really plan to tell someone even if you do find proof that Clark and Superman are the same person. Superman has done too much for the city. You just want to satiate your own curiosity.
𝑺🖋Before you can dig yourself even deeper though, Clark decides to tell you himself. Lois and him have discussed it a lot and have decided that it would be better to tell you the truth before others catch on to your investigation and ask you for more details. You feel quite validated to be proven right within your suspicion but it surprises you to find out that Lois has known too. Then again, it is Lois Lane so perhaps you shouldn't be surprised after all. You have no intention of telling anyone though, you promise that much. Both believe you. Lois because she relies on her own abilities to judge a person and Clark because he wants to believe in the best and because he can hear your heartbeat. You didn't expect things to change so much though after you uncovered the big secret. Or perhaps you were so focused on your research that you didn't bother to notice what wasn't important to your investigation. Because there is no way you could have missed the puppy glances Clark keeps on giving you or that stupid grin whenever you are around. Lois calls him out during work for it. She's no better. She's just more composed and therefor better in covering her secret glances.
𝑺🖋Superman is one of the strongest people on this planet. Maybe the strongest even. You've seen what he can do. So it makes you initially dizzy whenever this dork of a man grins at you like you are the world. You do in fact get embarrassed by all the attention but silently asking Lois for help by glancing at her doesn't work. Well, you assume that she would know best that he won't stop his yearning looks. Every single morning he gets you a coffee and one of your favourite donuts. Every single day. Without fail. Lois is in comparison much more discreet. You suppose it is all about the balance between those two. She treats you with the same respect she has always treated you even before you uncovered the big secret and if you wouldn't know better, you would miss the fleeting glances thrown your way or how she starts standing up for you more. You have a habit of overthinking too though. Especially when you realise that Superman can locate you from everywhere within Metropolis with his senses and knows for that about things even when you were on your own. Those are moments that unnerve you just somewhat but even that Clark notices immediately. So you try not to think about it at all.
pairing: kyoko kirigiri x gn!reader x sayaka maizono
tags: romantic rivalry, popular!sayaka vs. loner!kyoko
sayaka and kyoko are quite the opposites! sayaka is the cheerful and popular girl that everyone has their eyes on, while kyoko is quiet and keeps to herself most of the time
however, both girls ended up falling for you! and for both of them, it's pretty obvious that they have a thing for you!
after all, kyoko always prefers her alone time over the company of other's, but with you, she sticks around you, when she really doesn't have to
and the same goes for sayaka. she's always the one being chased by others, but now she's the one actively seeking out your company and always clinging to you!
neither of the girls is open enough to just confess their love to you right away. sayaka might pursue you, but she wants you to make a proper move on her, not to have to ask you out herself
but kyoko might be bold enough to confess to you, once she is close enough with you. and if kyoko where to confess her love to you, sayaka would have no other option but to confess to you as well, just to have a chance with you…
[Inside of the "Film club" - Kanamori sitting on the couch, spreading an arm across the couch as Y/N is seen standing behind her]
[Kanamori holding asakusa's storyboard papers in her hand, both of them checking it out-Y/N lowering down his head next to kanamori while holding his chin]
[Kanamori’s sharp eyes... Spotted... Something... her finger tapping against one panel where the lines looked WAY too neat for an explosion]
Kanamori : Sighs, once again, asasuka forgetting we have a deadline...
M!Reader : Chuckles, well we do have a few weeks left, a little detail wouldn't hurt—
Kanamori : Do you really believe that if this keeps continuing we'll be able to finish on time...
M!Reader : ...Touche... Hmm... It'll be best if the distortion lines are exaggerated
Kanamori : Sighs, you're right, asakusa is over doing the detail work again...
M!Reader : Chuckles, she will burn herself out again, Last time she was... sleeping under her desk...
Kanamori : And you let her...
M!Reader : Oh come on she deserved it! And also... would you really stop me?
[Y/N throw a cheeky grin at Kanamori... ended up with kanamori now having a smirk on her face as she gave Y/N a flick on the forehead]
Kanamori : Knowing you, that'd be an impossible objective
.....
[Mizusaki at her station desk, staring at the them through the rack–Mizusaki rolls her chair next to Asakusa]
Mizusaki : Hey Asakusa, quick word!–How exactly did you find that Y/N and Kanamori are dating
Asakusa : Huh–Oh!-That, it was... Very clear when that happened...
Flashback
[On top of the shibahama high school – Asakusa sitting on the railing of the roof, sketching the school area as Y/N is seen standing beside her, holding onto her shoulder with a tired but genuine smile, cause damn he cannot trust her balancing]
M!Reader : Asakusa... Do you have to do this every day? 💧^v^
Asakusa : You kidding? Of course I do! The scenery, the people around, it's all part of the atmosphere! You can’t feel the scene if you’re not right in it!
[Asakusa waves her sketchbook for emphasis—nearly losing her balance in the process]
M!Reader : What the?!–Whoa—hey! Careful!
[Y/N steadies her quickly, one hand gripping her shoulder and the other hovering near her back just in case]
M!Reader : Sighs... You're gonna give me a heart attack one day...
[Asasuka grinning, still fixated on the school]
Asakusa : Relax, relax! I’m perfectly—
[The wind catches her hat, sending it flying off the railing]
Asakusa : Ah—! My hat!!
[Without thinking, she stands up on the railing and leans forward successfully grabbing it before it flies away, Y/N tightly wrapping an arm around her waist cause there is no way she wasn't gonna fall]
[Kanamori opening the rooftop door, carrying a plastic bag of two milk drinks–Staring at their position, walking towards them]
Kanamori : I leave you two alone for five minutes, and it turns into some rescue mission...
[Y/N finally pulling Asakusa back to sitting on the rail and place his hand back holding onto her shoulder with asasuka putting her hat back on, now holding onto it tightly with a hand]
M!Reader : She almost fell chasing her hat...
[Kanamori raises a brow, unimpressed]
Kanamori : Of course she did...
[Kanamori now standing next to Y/N, reaching inside the bag and throws him one of the drinks which Y/N catches using his other hand]
M!Reader : Thanks! How much?
Kanamori : don't worry about it, I just wanted to buy one for you
....
[Asasuka still holding onto her hat with one hand while the other continued sketching... Suddenly stopped]
[Asasuka stares to the side at them, seeing kanamori and Y/N chatting–The shot from her eyes being; Y/N with his eyes closed while talking to kanamori with a smile while kanamori having her elbow on the railing, her hand holding onto her chin while listening to Y/N talk with a smile]
Asakusa : ....
[Asasuka quickly wrote "POTENTIALLY DATING BEHIND MY BACK??" In her sketchbook]
Kaede, Chiaki and Sayaka with you male reader who is ultimate painter
Hiii!! Thank you so much for requesting!
Kaede Akamatsu:
♡- She finds the fact that you’re a painter really cool!! So, expect her to give you plenty of compliments anytime you pull out a canvas to work on.
♡- Whenever you’re working, she’ll typically be playing Piano in the background, not only does she get to practice, but you get something to listen to while you work!
♡- She buys you new brushes and paint, her lovely boyfriend deserves the best, right?
♡- She has attempted to paint before, she was surprisingly good at it! Since she had steady hands, she could make straight, defined strokes across the canvas. She sometimes paints in her free time when she’s bored. :3
Chiaki Nanami:
♡- Naps the whole time you work. Literally temporarily dead.
♡- Sometimes if she feels inspired, she’ll turn on an art game and sketch out what you’ve made so far.
♡- Doesn’t really know anything about paint minus her games. She has a few favorite characters that share your hobby, everytime she plays as them she thinks of you <3
♡- Has asked you to draw her favorite characters before, she loves how they come out everytime! It’s become a normal thing for her to come up to you and ask you to make her some fanart 😭
Sayaka Mizono:
♡- Typically while you’re working, she’ll practice choreography! Practicing her moves,
♡- She tends to stray away from singing while you work because she doesn’t want to distract you, but if you ask her to she’ll be delighted to.
♡- She often gets bored when you have to work, sure she can practice, but she gets the hang of it pretty quickly. Shes a fast leaner, so, she decided to ask you if you could teach her how to paint, and you did!
♡- Now, whenever you’re working and shes finished rehearsing, she’ll sit down next to you and paint her own picture. She really looks up to you whenever it comes to painting, your so amazing and it just blows her away.
A/N: Of course :} I'm trying to post before the 10th this month, because it's my 21st birthday, and I doubt I'll be doing much of anything around then LMAOOOOO.
The rooftop was quieter than it had any right to be.
Wind skimmed over the edge of Hope’s Peak Academy, making the chain-link fence shiver and tugging at the hem of (Y/N)’s uniform jacket. The city beyond the campus glowed faintly- windows and streetlights like a distant constellation- but up here the world felt muffled, like someone had turned the volume down until only the static remained.
His fingers wrapped around the cold metal at the ledge. He held on hard enough that his knuckles went pale.
He didn’t cry. Whatever tears he’d had left burned out somewhere between the empty dorm halls and the stairwell. What was left was hollow and buzzing- white noise trapped under his skin.
Useless. Weak. Burden.
The words weren’t really his. They’d been fed to him slowly, day after day. Failed tests. Missed expectations. Sharp comments disguised as “advice.” The suffocating pressure of “Ultimate” this and “Ultimate” that. Hope’s Peak was built for exceptions. For the special. For the people who fit neatly into a title and wore it like armor.
He’d never figured out what “special” was supposed to mean for him.
The fence bit into his palms as he leaned forward, toes inching closer to the concrete lip. One more step, and-
“Wow.”
The voice cut through the static like a blade.
“Going for the super cliché rooftop exit? How tragically unoriginal.”
(Y/N) froze.
That voice- he would’ve known it anywhere, even wrapped in that bright, almost playful lilt. He turned his head slowly, muscles stiff, and there she was, lounging against the doorway like she’d wandered onto a runway instead of into a crisis.
Junko Enoshima.
Hair swaying in the wind, posture loose, one hand cocked on her hip. The other toyed with a loose button on her cardigan like she was bored. Her blue eyes caught the low light and sharpened it into something pointed and assessing.
“What… are you doing here, Junko?” he managed. His throat felt scraped raw.
She smiled. Sweet enough to rot your teeth.
“I could ask you the same thing, (Y/N)-kun,” she said, dragging his name out like it was a joke she was savoring. “But I’m pretty sure we both know what you were about to do, sooo…”
Junko tilted her head, mock-thoughtful. “I’ll go first. I’m here to stop you. Lucky you!”
His grip tightened on the fence. “Why?”
“Because I don’t feel like watching you smear yourself all over the pavement today,” she said lightly, like she was commenting on the weather. “Major mood killer. Even if it might be kind of fun to see…”
He flinched hard, the words hitting in all the wrong places. “That’s… not funny.”
Her smile widened by a fraction, the way it always did right before she twisted the knife.
Junko pushed off the doorframe and started toward him. Her heels clicked softly on the concrete- unhurried, deliberate. Like she was approaching something that might bolt if she moved too fast.
“Relax,” she said. “If I just wanted to mess with you, I wouldn’t have bothered coming up here at all.”
“Then why did you?”
She stopped a few meters away, just outside arm’s reach, and folded her arms beneath her chest. The wind kicked her hair across her face, but her gaze didn’t move.
“Because you looked pathetic.”
He recoiled like she’d slapped him. “I-I know that. You don’t have to-”
“Shut up and let me finish.” Her tone snapped sharp enough to cut the air. “You looked pathetic in a way that pissed me off. Usually it’s a funny pathetic. You definitely aren’t the funny type.”
(Y/N) swallowed, thrown by the strange edge in her voice. Not concern. Not sympathy. Something uglier- and for some reason, more real.
Junko studied him through half-lowered lashes. “You’re not some extra in everybody else’s tragedy. You don’t get to just… walk off stage without my permission. Got it?”
His chest tightened. “I’m not your responsibility.”
She snorted. “Obviously. You’d be dead already if you were.”
For one disorienting second, the absurdity of it almost made him laugh. The feeling flashed and dissolved, leaving him emptier than before.
“It doesn’t matter,” he murmured, eyes dropping past the fence again. The drop blurred, dark and endless. “No one would care if I was gone. Not really.”
Behind him, the air shifted.
Junko’s steps were quiet as she came closer- close enough that he could feel her presence like heat at his back. She didn’t touch him yet, but her voice slid in near his ear, softer now, dangerous in a different way.
“Try saying that again,” she said, “and this time don’t lie to my face.”
His jaw tightened. “I’m not lying.”
“You’re wrong,” Junko replied simply. “Which is honestly worse.”
(Y/N) stared at his hands. At the metal links. At the white squeeze of his own fingers.
“You don’t know what it’s like,” he whispered. “Feeling like you’re the one extra piece in a puzzle that would make more sense without you.”
Junko hummed, like she was considering a new outfit. “Oh, I know exactly what it’s like. Feeling out of place is practically my specialty.”
“Not like this.”
“Exactly like this,” she insisted. “The difference is I’m hot and good at hiding it.”
Despite himself, a small sound tore out of him- something between a laugh and a sob. It embarrassed him immediately.
Junko shifted again. He felt the faintest press of her fingertips against his wrist- barely there, like she was giving him every chance to pull away. When he didn’t, her hand slid over his, warm and steady, and she started prying his fingers away from the fence one by one.
“What are you-” Panic fluttered in his chest. “Junko, what are you doing?”
“Anchoring you.” Her tone went firm, almost patient in a way that felt wrong on her. “You’re not making big decisions when your head is this messed up. That’s terrible impulse control. Like… worse than mine.”
His grip loosened. Breath hitched out of him in a shudder.
Junko’s hand slipped fully into his, fingers threading like it was the most natural thing in the world. She tugged gently, just once.
“Step back, (Y/N)-kun,” she said. “Now.”
His legs felt numb, but he moved. One step away from the edge. Then another, guided by her pull.
It was only a meter, but suddenly the air didn’t feel so thin. Suddenly he could breathe.
Junko let go only long enough to plant herself between him and the ledge, blocking his view of the drop like she was physically refusing to let it exist. The teasing curve of her mouth softened, and something almost- almost- vulnerable flickered behind her eyes.
“You don’t get to kill yourself just because you’re hurting,” she said quietly. “That’s not tragic. That’s lazy. And selfish.”
He stared at her, stunned. “Lazy?”
“Yeah. You heard me.” Junko jabbed a finger lightly into his chest, right over his heartbeat. “You’re in pain. That sucks. I’m not denying it. But deciding you’re beyond saving and skipping to the credits? That’s the easiest out there is.”
Her eyes sharpened. “No rewrites. No retakes. No trying to make it better. Just a hard cut to black and everyone else cleaning up your mess.” She clicked her tongue. “That’s the least fun way to do it.”
His throat tightened so hard it hurt.
“At least make it exciting if you’re going to do something stupid like dying,” she added, like she couldn’t help herself. Then, softer, “Do you really want that to be your last performance? It completely lacks creativity.”
He opened his mouth. Nothing came out. His thoughts were sludge.
“I don’t know what else to do,” he finally admitted, voice cracking on the truth.
Junko exhaled, a thin fog between them in the cold air. “That,” she said, “is an actual answer. Still stupid. But honest.”
She stepped closer. Close enough that he could see a faint mascara smudge under one eye. Close enough that the wind tangled strands of her hair across her cheek, and she didn’t bother fixing them. Close enough that if he leaned forward even a fraction, their foreheads would touch.
“You’re allowed to be desperate,” she murmured. “You’re allowed to feel like trash. You’re allowed to be so tired that breathing feels like homework.”
Her fingers lifted and tugged his tie into place, a small, absurd gesture that made his chest ache worse.
“That’s what makes life so fun,” she added, mouth twisting like she knew how ridiculous she sounded. “But you’re not allowed to disappear. Not while I’m watching.”
His pulse thudded under his ribs. “Why do you care this much?”
Junko’s gaze flicked away, up to the empty night sky like she was checking for an audience. When she looked back, the manic glint was there- but tempered by something quieter.
“Because you’re mine,” she said simply. “My despair. My chaos. My… idiot.”
Heat crawled up his neck. “Junko-”
“I like you too much to let you die like this,” she continued, blunt as a punch. Then, because she was Junko, she added with a sweet smile, “If you die, I want to feel the despair of doing it myself.”
He went very still, caught between horror and the weirdest, sickest kind of comfort.
Junko leaned in just enough to flick his forehead. “If you go splatter yourself, who’s going to sit with me when I’m bored? Who am I supposed to watch falling apart in slow motion if you jump to the ending?”
Her eyes narrowed, sharp and possessive. “You make my life more interesting. That alone is enough reason not to die.”
It wasn’t reassurance the way people wrote it in self-help books. It was selfish. Ugly. Honest. So undeniably her that it grounded him in a way nothing else had managed.
(Y/N) swallowed hard. “I… I don’t know how to fix any of this.”
“You don’t have to,” Junko said. “You just have to survive the night.”
Her hand wrapped around his again, firmer this time- less an offer, more a decision.
“Come on,” she said. “I’m kidnapping you.”
He blinked. “What?”
“Dorm. Now.” Junko started tugging him toward the door like he weighed nothing. “I’m not letting Hope’s Peak’s resident walking meltdown sleep alone after that little stunt.”
“I wasn’t-”
“Yes, you were,” she cut in instantly. “You were absolutely going to do something irreversible, and we are not giving you that kind of agency tonight. Move it.”
He let her pull him. His legs were shaky, but every step away from the edge made the rooftop feel less like a stage and more like what it was- just concrete under harsh school lights.
They walked through dim corridors in silence, the academy eerie after hours. Junko didn’t let go of his hand. If anything, she squeezed tighter, like she was daring the world to try to take him back.
Her room was curated chaos: clothes draped over chairs, glossy fashion magazines scattered like evidence, makeup palettes spread across the desk like a painter’s tools. It smelled faintly of perfume and hairspray, the kind of sweet chemical scent that clung to fabric.
“Shoes off,” she ordered, kicking hers away without looking. “Jacket too. It’s cuddle time.”
He flushed hot. “C-cuddle time?”
Junko arched a brow. “Yes?” Then, with a wicked tilt of her mouth, “Unless you’d prefer I tie you up and leave you to-”
He didn’t let her finish. He stepped inside, awkward and stiff, then hesitated in the doorway, staring at the rumpled bed and the soft blankets. A Monokuma plush sat at the foot like a smug little gremlin.
His heart pounded. “What if I… mess up again?” he asked quietly. “What if I wake up tomorrow and feel just as bad?”
“You probably will,” Junko said, blunt as ever. “That’s how this works. It’s not a one-night patch.”
She padded over, grabbed his sleeve, and tugged until he stumbled fully into the room. “But tomorrow I’ll still be here. And you’ll still be here.” Her grip tightened, like she was making it a rule. “That’s the bare minimum. We can work with that.”
She nudged him toward the bed like he was a piece in a game she’d already decided the outcome for. The mattress dipped when he sat, then again when she climbed up beside him, rearranging pillows with lazy efficiency.
“Lie down,” Junko said, flipping her hair over one shoulder. “On your side. I want the arm.”
“The… arm?”
“I’m going to cling to you,” she said, like it was obvious. “Duh.”
He obeyed, clumsy with nerves, rolling onto his side with his back to her. For a moment there was only the sound of the wind tapping the window.
Then warmth pressed to his spine- Junko’s body sliding close, her arm wrapping around his waist. Her fingers curled loosely over his stomach, casual like she owned the space there.
His breath hitched. “Junko…”
“Shh,” she whispered into his hair. “Overthinking is banned. Starting now.”
He could feel her heartbeat against his back. Steady. Real. It anchored him more than the fence ever had.
After a long moment, his voice came out small. “Does it… bother you? Being stuck with someone like me?”
Her arm tightened, pulling him closer. Her nose brushed the back of his neck, and he almost jumped at the intimacy of it.
“It thrills me,” she said, half-mocking, half-sincere. “You’re fragile and stubborn and so, so dramatic. You make despair feel… complicated.” A pause. “That’s kind of impressive.”
He let out a weak huff of a laugh. “That doesn’t sound like a compliment.”
“It is,” Junko insisted. “You’re not just some sob story I can throw away when it gets boring. You’re yours. And I’m selfish enough to want you to keep existing so I can see what you do next.”
Silence settled between them- not empty this time. Heavy and warm.
(Y/N) stared at the faint cracks in the wall across from the bed, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing against his back. The thoughts still swirled, dark and sharp, but they were muffled now. Like someone had wrapped them in cotton.
“Can I… stay?” he asked, almost too quiet to hear. “Like this. Just for tonight?”
Junko’s fingers traced idle circles at his side, slow and strangely soothing.
“You’re not going anywhere,” she murmured. “Not off this bed. Not off that rooftop. Not out of my life.”
Her lips brushed the back of his neck- not quite a kiss, more like a promise.
“You’re stuck with me, (Y/N)-kun.”
His eyes burned- not with the hopeless sting from before, but with something else. Something that felt like relief trying to exist despite everything.
“Okay,” he whispered.
Junko’s hold didn’t loosen. If anything, it steadied.
“Good boy...”
Outside, the wind rattled the window again, but in Junko’s room the world felt smaller. Softer. (Y/N) focused on the weight of her arm, the warmth at his back, the quiet, steady rhythm of her breathing- proof, for tonight at least, that the story hadn’t ended on the rooftop.
Sayaka:
The music room was supposed to be one of the few quiet places left in Hope’s Peak.
This late, the academy had that unnatural stillness- hallways emptied, classroom doors locked, the day’s constant noise replaced by the low hum of vents and the faint settling creaks of a building too big for comfort. Moonlight poured in through the high windows, laying pale rectangles across the polished floor like stage marks. Dust drifted lazily through the beams. Everything looked clean and calm and controlled in a way that made his skin itch.
(Y/N) sat on the edge of the piano bench with his hands hanging loosely between his knees. The grand piano’s lid was shut, glossy black and reflective, like a closed mouth. A single desk lamp sat on the far end, casting a small circle of warm light over the keys- bright enough to see, not bright enough to feel safe. The rest of the room blurred into soft shadow.
It would be easy, he thought.
Not a dramatic rooftop. Not a note. Not anything that would make someone think he wanted attention.
Just… one decision.
One moment where he stopped pretending he was okay and let the exhaustion swallow him whole.
His gaze fixed on the piano lid, on the warped reflection staring back at him. Dark circles under his eyes. Hair slightly messed up, like he’d raked a hand through it one too many times. Mouth pulled into that tight, almost-smile he’d been wearing for weeks- something practiced for the hallways, something meant to keep people from asking questions.
The kind of face people looked through at Hope’s Peak.
Everyone here had something written beside their name, like it was carved into their bones: Ultimate this, Ultimate that. Titles. Talents. Proof. Even the air felt sharp with it, like the academy itself expected you to be exceptional the moment you walked through the doors.
Pressure to be better.
Pressure to catch up.
Pressure to not be the weak link, the one dragging everyone else down.
And the worst part- somehow worse than the obvious cruelty- was when people smiled and told him they believed in him. Like belief was a bandage you could press over a wound and call it healed. Like encouragement could fix whatever was wrong inside him.
His stomach twisted hard enough to make him swallow.
His fingers curled into fists.
I can’t do this anymore.
The thought was small, almost polite. But it rang through him like a bell in an empty room.
He stood too fast. The bench scraped backward with a sharp, ugly sound that bounced off the walls.
Even that felt like a reprimand.
His heart thudded heavy in his chest, breath turning shallow and thin. He moved without really seeing- just shapes and shadows and the doorway, the hallway beyond it, the clean, quiet path back to his dorm that suddenly felt like a corridor leading to the end of something.
His hands were shaking. He noticed that much, distantly, the way you notice rain on your sleeve.
He didn’t notice the footsteps in the corridor until it was too late.
“(Y/N)…?”
Her voice stopped him cold.
For a second, his body forgot how to move. Like being spoken to had snapped him back into place.
Sayaka Maizono stood in the doorway with one hand on the frame. Her long blue hair spilled over her shoulder, catching the moonlight in a way that made her look almost unreal. She was still in her uniform, blazer unbuttoned, as if she’d taken it off and put it back on without thinking. There was a faint shimmer near her lashes- leftover stage glitter that never seemed to fully come off, no matter how carefully she tried.
He forced his face into something neutral. Something normal. Something that wouldn’t invite questions.
But whatever mask he’d been wearing all day had cracked somewhere along the way.
He could tell by the way her eyes widened just a fraction.
“Sayaka,” he said, aiming for casual.
It came out rough. Hoarse. Like his throat had been sanded down from the inside.
She took in the scene in one glance- the pushed-back bench, the lamp still on, the way he hovered in the half-dark with his shoulders drawn tight. Concern flickered over her expression. She smoothed it quickly into something gentle, but she didn’t erase it completely.
“What are you doing here so late?” she asked. Light tone, careful. Worry threaded through it like a quiet harmony.
He looked away before she could see too much.
“Could ask you the same thing,” he muttered.
A faint smile touched her mouth. “Rehearsal ran long.” She shifted her weight, gaze lingering on him. “I thought everyone else had gone back to their dorms.” Her eyes flicked toward the lamp. “I saw the light through the window.”
He didn’t answer.
Silence settled between them, thick and heavy. Not peaceful- just… waiting.
Sayaka stepped inside and let the door fall softly shut behind her. The click sounded too loud in the quiet room.
“Hey,” she said, quieter now. “Look at me for a second?”
His instinct was to refuse. To shrug her off. To say he was fine, he was tired, he just needed sleep, he’d be better tomorrow.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
But his body didn’t have the energy to keep fighting. Not against her voice. Not against the way she asked like she was afraid of what she’d find if she didn’t.
He hesitated, then lifted his gaze.
Her eyes were kinder than he deserved. Deep, worried blue- soft, but sharp enough to catch small fractures. She studied his face like it was something she had to understand, something she couldn’t afford to misread.
“You’ve been off lately,” she said. “More than usual.”
“I’m fine,” he lied automatically.
Her expression didn’t change.
“Try again,” she said.
It wasn’t harsh. Just… honest.
He swallowed. His throat felt tight. “I’m just tired.”
“Everyone here is tired.” She moved closer, the quiet rustle of her skirt crossing the room. “But you look like you’re carrying something heavier than that.”
A laugh forced its way out of him, thin and wrong, like a note played off-key. “What, you mind reading now?”
“No,” Sayaka said softly. “I’m your friend.”
The word hit him harder than anything else had.
Friend.
He didn’t know what to do with it.
His eyes dropped to his hands. They clenched and unclenched like they’d forgotten what they were supposed to be for when they weren’t holding something together.
“Sayaka, I…” His voice faltered. “…I just… I need to go.”
“Go where?” she asked, and there was a slight edge under the gentleness now. Not anger- fear.
Away.
Out.
Down.
Quiet.
“Back to my room,” he said instead, staring at the floor like it could save him.
“No.”
The word was gentle, but it landed firm enough to stop him mid-step.
He blinked, thrown. “…No?”
Sayaka pressed her lips together, like she was deciding something. Her shoulders rose with a slow breath, then fell.
Then she closed the distance between them completely.
Close enough that he could see the faint sparkle near her eyes. Close enough that the room felt smaller- like there wasn’t space to hide anymore.
“(Y/N),” she said, voice steady, “I’m going to ask you a question. And I need you to be honest with me. Not with the teachers. Not with the idea of ‘being strong.’ With me.”
His heartbeat stuttered.
“Sayaka, I don’t-”
“Were you going to hurt yourself?” she asked.
The air seemed to vanish from the room.
Everything narrowed to the space between them. To her eyes. To the question hanging there like a spotlight.
Denial rose on instinct- fast, automatic, practiced. No. Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.
But it stopped at his throat.
It tasted like poison.
He exhaled shakily, looking away because if he looked at her too long, he might fall apart.
“…I don’t know,” he whispered.
“(Y/N).”
His chest tightened. His voice turned smaller. “Yes,” he admitted. “Okay? Yes.”
The word sat heavy in the silence, like it had been waiting too long to exist.
Sayaka didn’t flinch. She didn’t gasp. She didn’t step back like he’d become something dangerous or disgusting.
She stepped forward.
And wrapped her arms around him.
He froze- shock running through him so fast it felt like electricity.
“Sa-?!” he started.
“Shh,” she murmured, pressing her head against his chest. “Just… let me do this.”
His body trembled, the panic and adrenaline suddenly having nowhere to go. His arms hovered awkwardly for a moment, uncertain, as if he didn’t know what the rules were.
Then, slowly, like he was afraid he’d break her, he let his arms settle around her.
Not too tight.
Not too loose.
Just enough to feel that she was real.
Her uniform was warm against his. The faint scent of her shampoo- something soft and floral- wrapped around him like a tether. His breathing hitched, then eased, the way it did after you’d been holding it without realizing.
“Why?” he managed, and his voice broke on the word. He hated it. “Why do you care this much?”
Sayaka shifted just enough to look up at him, her arms still locked behind his back like she wasn’t letting him go even if he tried.
“Because you matter to me,” she said, like it was obvious. Like it was simple.
He shook his head hard. “No, I don’t. I’m not… I’m not that important. I’m not like you.” The words spilled out faster now, raw and ugly. “If I disappeared, nothing here would change.”
Sayaka’s hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt.
“Don’t talk about yourself like that,” she said quietly- and there was steel in it, rare and sharp. “You have no idea how wrong you are.”
Tears stung his eyes, hot and humiliating. He turned his face away, blinking hard like he could force them back.
“I’m tired, Sayaka,” he said, and his voice cracked again. “I’m so tired of never being enough. Of feeling like I’m just… taking up space.” His throat tightened. “I don’t want to drag you- or anyone- down with me.”
She listened without interrupting, without recoiling. When his words finally ran out and his breath hitched like it didn’t know what to do next, she lifted a hand and cupped his cheek.
“You’re not dragging me down,” she said. “You’re keeping me grounded.”
He blinked through the blur. “What…?”
Sayaka’s smile was small, sad in a way that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Do you know how many people only see me as ‘Sayaka Maizono, Ultimate Pop Sensation’?” she asked quietly. “An image. A voice. A product.” Her fingers brushed his cheekbone, gentle. “Even here, sometimes it still feels like I’m on stage. Like if I’m not perfect, I’ll disappoint everyone.”
Her thumb wiped away a tear he hadn’t noticed fall.
“But you,” she continued, voice softer, “you talk to me like I’m just… Sayaka. You ask how I’m really doing. You listen when I complain about rehearsals, or my throat hurting, or messing up a note.” A tiny tremor ran through her hand. “You treat me like a person before you treat me like an idol.”
He stared at her, stunned, like she’d handed him something too fragile to hold.
“You make it easier to breathe,” she finished.
His mouth opened. Closed. “I… I didn’t know.”
“I didn’t tell you,” she admitted, and a watery little laugh escaped her. “I guess that makes us even.”
The laugh faded. She took a breath like she had to steady herself, too.
“You being here,” she said, “makes my day better. Every single time. You don’t have to be ‘important’ to matter to me.”
Her gaze locked onto his, unwavering.
“If you weren’t here tomorrow,” she whispered, “it would break me.”
His chest ached, sharp and heavy.
“You’re not saying that just to make me feel guilty, right?” he muttered, trying for a joke and failing halfway through.
“I’m saying it because it’s true,” she replied.
She reached up, smoothing his hair back from his forehead with a tenderness that made something inside him hurt in a different way.
“I’m scared, (Y/N),” she said. “I’m really, really scared of losing you.”
Something in him split open at the raw honesty, at the way she didn’t pretend she was okay either.
“I don’t know how to stop feeling like this,” he confessed, the words scraping out of him. “Like no matter what I do, it’s never going to get better.”
“I know you don’t,” Sayaka said, and her voice shook, just slightly. “And I can’t magically fix it for you. I wish I could.”
She swallowed, eyes shining.
“But I can stay.”
She slid her hand into his- firm, warm- and laced their fingers together like she was anchoring him to the present.
“I can sit with you while it’s hard,” she said. “I can listen when you’re overwhelmed and remind you to breathe.” Her grip tightened a fraction. “I can help you talk to someone- a teacher, the nurse, anyone who can support you more than I can alone.”
Then, softer: “And tonight, I can make sure you’re not alone. Not for one second. If you’ll let me.”
He stared at their joined hands like he didn’t recognize them as his.
“Will it… really make a difference?” he asked, voice small.
“It already has,” Sayaka said. “You’re still here.”
The edges of the room blurred again. The urge to vanish hadn’t disappeared- it still lurked, a dark shape at the back of his mind- but it had shifted. Dullened. Pushed back by warmth and by the simple fact of someone choosing him enough to stand in front of the exit.
“Okay,” he whispered. “I… I just want this feeling to stop.”
“That’s not the same thing as wanting to die,” Sayaka said gently. “Wanting the pain to end isn’t the same as wanting your life to end.”
Something in that distinction loosened a knot in his chest he hadn’t even realized was there.
She squeezed his hand again.
“Come to my dorm,” she said. “Please. Just for tonight. We’ll talk, or not talk, or just… exist. Together.” Her voice softened even more. “You don’t have to be strong. You just have to be here.”
He hesitated- his instincts snapping up barriers out of habit- then nodded.
“Okay.”
Relief washed across her face so quickly it almost made his throat close again.
“Okay,” she echoed, a small, earnest smile blooming. “Thank you.”
They walked back to the dorms side by side, hands still linked. The hallways felt different on the way out- less like a maze, more like a path. Each step away from the music room felt like a quiet act of defiance against the darkness that had been clinging to him.
Sayaka’s room was neat in the way of someone used to shared spaces and constant moving. Everything was folded and organized, but there were personal touches placed carefully on the shelves: photos, a small stack of CDs, a couple of plushies that looked like gifts from fans. She closed the door behind them, then turned, cheeks faintly pink as if she’d only just realized what she was about to ask.
“Um,” she said, suddenly shy, “this might be weird, but… do you want to lie down?”
His brain short-circuited for a second.
“We don’t have to sleep yet,” she added quickly. “I just… I think it might help if you could… feel someone nearby.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, heat creeping up his face. “You mean… like…”
“Cuddling,” Sayaka supplied, voice soft but steady. “If you’re comfortable with that. If not, we can just sit and talk.” She glanced down, then back up. “I just… thought you might need to feel loved, not just hear it.”
His heart did a strange, painful flip.
“I…” He swallowed hard. “…I think I’d like that.”
Her smile returned, brighter now- relieved. “Okay.”
She tugged gently at his hand and guided him to the bed.
“Top or bottom?” she asked, and for a second he just stared, confused- until he realized what she meant and his face heated even more.
“Uh- over the blanket is fine,” he blurted. “I don’t want to mess anything up.”
“You’re not messing anything up,” she said immediately, like she couldn’t stand the idea. “You’re my guest.”
They lay down facing each other, a small space between them filled with nervous energy and the quiet hum of the academy beyond the walls. Sayaka hesitated for only a moment before she scooted closer. She slid one arm under his head like a pillow and draped the other over his side, pulling him in carefully, as if he were something fragile.
He went rigid automatically.
Then, slowly, his body realized it was safe- safe enough, for now- and he softened into the embrace. Warmth seeped through the fabric of his uniform. Her heartbeat fluttered gently against him where their chests touched.
“Is this okay?” she asked, barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “It’s… more than okay.”
She exhaled, and her breath fanned over his collarbone.
“Good.”
For a while, neither of them spoke. The dorm was quiet except for the muffled rush of pipes and the occasional settling creak of the building. Sayaka’s fingers traced slow, absent patterns along his back, each touch a small wave of calm he hadn’t known he could still feel.
“Sayaka?” he murmured.
“Mm?”
“Thank you,” he said, voice rough again. “For… for stopping me.”
Her hold tightened just a little. “Thank you,” she replied, “for letting me.”
He blinked, confused even through the tired haze. “Letting you?”
“I can’t force you to stay,” she said softly. “No one can.” She paused, her voice thickening. “But you chose to. Even if it feels small and fragile and impossible right now- you chose to stay.” Her forehead rested lightly against his chest. “That means everything to me.”
His chest ached again, but softer this time. Less like a wound, more like a bruise being pressed and acknowledged.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow,” he admitted. “I’m scared it’ll be just as bad.”
“It might be,” Sayaka said honestly.
And somehow, that honesty didn’t crush him. It made her feel real.
“But if it is,” she continued, “then tomorrow we’ll talk about it. Or we’ll drag some chairs onto the roof and eat snacks and complain about everything until we feel better.” A faint smile tugged at her voice. “Or we’ll go to the nurse. Or a counselor. Or whoever we need.” Her hand squeezed his gently. “You’re not facing it alone anymore.”
He swallowed, throat tight. “…You promise?”
Sayaka shifted, bringing her face closer until her forehead touched his. Their noses brushed. His breath caught.
“I promise,” she whispered. “I’m not going anywhere, (Y/N). Not while you still need someone to remind you how much you’re worth.”
His eyes stung again, but the tears that slipped free this time felt lighter- like release instead of surrender.
“You’re going to get glitter on me,” he mumbled, trying for a weak joke.
She giggled softly, the sound vibrating against him. “Then you’ll match me.”
He closed his eyes.
The dark thoughts still lingered at the edges of his mind- shadows that didn’t vanish just because someone held him- but they didn’t feel like a tidal wave anymore. More like shapes in the corner of a room, kept back by the small, bright circle of warmth they’d made together.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he murmured, already drifting.
“I’m glad you’re here too,” Sayaka whispered back, her voice thick with relief. “So, so glad.”
Sonia:
Night settled over Jabberwock Island like a warm, heavy blanket.
Most of the cottages had gone dark. A few still glowed faintly- Nagito’s window flickering like he’d forgotten how switches worked, Kazuichi’s humming with whatever mechanical thing he absolutely refused to stop “improving,” and somewhere farther down the path came the unmistakable sound of Fuyuhiko yelling at someone to shut up already.
Down by the beach, though, the world was quieter.
Waves rolled in and out in a slow rhythm, hissing against the sand. The moon painted a pale path across the water, stretching straight into the dark like an invitation. The wind carried salt and something sharp that sat at the back of (Y/N)’s throat and wouldn’t leave.
He stood at the edge where the wet sand turned cold under his shoes, staring at the black water. His hands hung at his sides, fingers flexing- clenching, unclenching- catching the fabric of his shorts like he needed something to hold onto and didn’t know what.
It would be easy.
No elaborate plan. No blood. No… anything complicated. Just the water, the dark, the quiet.
Nobody would have to keep pretending they didn’t notice how much he was struggling. Nobody would have to slow down for him. The others would move on like they always did- shining, capable, made for this- without dragging along the dead weight who still hadn’t figured out what he was supposed to be.
“Ultimate” this. “Ultimate” that.
He’d never felt further from that word in his life.
A breeze gusted over the shore, ruffling his hair and carrying the faint sounds of the island- distant insects, the muffled thump of music from the lobby, laughter from someone’s open window. It all felt like it belonged to a different world. Like he was standing just outside of it, watching through glass.
He took one step closer to the edge.
“Excuse me!”
The voice cut through the night like a bell.
(Y/N) jolted so hard his heartbeat seemed to climb into his throat. He spun around, breath catching.
Sonia Nevermind stood halfway across the beach, hands clasped tightly in front of her. Her skirt swayed in the wind, and the ribbon at her collar sat slightly askew- as if she’d come running and hadn’t stopped to fix it. Moonlight washed her pale and bright, almost unreal, like one of those old fairy tales she talked about with shining eyes.
“S-Sonia?” he managed. His voice came out rough, scraped raw.
She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“There you are,” she said. “We were wondering where you had gone.”
“‘We’?” His gaze flicked instinctively back toward the cottages.
“Gundham insisted you had gone to perform some ‘unspeakable nocturnal ritual,’” Sonia said, brows lifting with the faintest exasperation. “However… I suspected it might be something else.”
She stepped closer. Her neat shoes sank a little into the sand. The boards of the little path near the shoreline creaked softly as she moved.
“You did not come to dinner,” Sonia continued, quieter now. “You did not return to the lobby. Your cottage was dark.” She took a careful breath, as if choosing each word. “I thought it would be… unwise… to leave you alone.”
(Y/N)’s eyes slid back to the water like a reflex.
“I just needed some air.”
“Ah.” Sonia’s voice stayed gentle- too gentle, like she was holding something back on purpose. “And you could not find it at the hotel? Or anywhere that did not involve standing at the edge of the beach… in the dark… entirely alone?”
He flinched, heat prickling behind his eyes.
“It’s not-”
“Please do not lie to me, (Y/N),” she said softly.
The formality slipped on his name, revealing something sharper underneath- something that sounded like worry when it wasn’t wearing its polite clothes.
Sonia shuffled through the sand until she stopped a short distance away. Not close enough to corner him. Close enough that he could see it: the strain at the corners of her eyes, the way her hands clenched and unclenched like she didn’t know what to do with them either.
The ocean kept rolling in, steady and indifferent.
“Were you intending to do something to hurt yourself?” Sonia asked.
No dodging. No pretending she didn’t understand. She said it plainly, like a truth that needed to be faced, not danced around.
(Y/N) swallowed hard. His gaze dropped to the boards between them.
“I don’t know,” he muttered.
“(Y/N),” Sonia said again, quiet.
The word lodged in his chest.
The truth sat there too- heavy, sour, impossible to swallow back down.
“…Yes,” he whispered. “I was thinking about it.”
Silence stretched.
For a moment, he almost wished she would yell. Call him selfish. Call him weak. Tell him how stupid it was to be standing here, shaking on a piece of wood over an ocean like that was a solution.
Instead, Sonia exhaled slowly.
“Thank you,” she said.
He blinked, thrown completely off balance.
“What?”
“Thank you for being honest with me.” Her smile was small and shaky around the edges. “It must have been very difficult to admit.”
He stared at her, throat tight.
“You’re… not angry?”
Sonia’s expression tightened- not cold, but fierce.
“I am furious,” she said calmly. “But not at you. At the idea that this island- this… world- has made you feel so cornered that such an option appears reasonable.”
Her hands clenched in front of her for a moment, then she forced them to relax, like she was practicing the same kind of composure she wore every day.
She took another careful step forward.
“May I come closer?” she asked.
The question startled him more than the anger would’ve.
“What?”
“May I come closer?” Sonia repeated. “I do not wish to frighten you or make you feel trapped.”
His chest hurt. He didn’t trust himself to speak, so he nodded.
Relief loosened something in her face. Sonia closed the distance until they were a step apart.
Up close, he could see the faint shadows under her eyes. Like she hadn’t been sleeping much either.
Sonia glanced past him at the water, then back to his face.
“Would you take one step back for me?” she asked.
His legs felt like they were full of sand. For a long second he didn’t move at all.
Then- slowly- he shifted his weight backward.
One step.
The air felt a tiny bit less sharp in his lungs.
“Thank you,” Sonia said again, like he’d done something brave.
A shaky, ugly laugh slipped out of him. “It’s just one step.”
“It is a step away from death,” Sonia replied. “That seems rather significant to me.”
He looked at her helplessly, words coming apart at the seams inside him.
“I… I don’t know what else to do, Sonia.” His fingers curled hard against his palms. “I don’t know how to live with… this. Everyone around me is so… much. Talented. Confident. Useful.” His voice cracked. “And I just keep thinking- if I’m not an Ultimate, if I’m not amazing… what’s the point of me being here at all?”
Something like hurt flickered across her face.
“Is that truly what you believe?” she asked softly.
He let out another bitter laugh that didn’t sound like him. “I’m just… extra. A background character in everyone else’s story. A liability in anything that actually matters.” He swallowed, eyes burning. “If I disappeared, you’d all be safer. Better off. Happier.”
Sonia’s jaw tightened.
For the first time since she’d arrived, her composure cracked- just a hairline fracture, but enough that he saw the person under the princess.
“That is,” she said, voice firm, “an absolute falsehood.”
He flinched automatically. “You don’t have to-”
“I am not saying this out of obligation,” Sonia cut in, sharper now. “You are mistaken. Profoundly.”
He froze, startled by the intensity in her eyes.
Sonia’s gaze drifted out over the waves, as if she was anchoring herself before she spoke.
“When I first arrived on this island,” she said, “I was very excited. It was like something from one of my beloved dramas. A tropical setting, classmates from different walks of life… adventure.” A faint smile tugged at her mouth. “But I was also… terrified.”
“You?” he blurted before he could stop himself. “You’re a princess. You always look like you know exactly what you’re doing.”
Sonia’s smile softened- sadly, almost.
“That is because I have spent my entire life learning to appear so,” she said. “In my country, I am never truly alone. There are always eyes upon me. Expectations. Protocol.” Her voice quieted. “Here… for the first time, I was simply… Sonia.”
She looked back at him.
“And one of the very first people who treated me as ‘Sonia’ and not as ‘Princess of Novoselic’ was you.”
He blinked. “Me?”
“You,” she confirmed. “You did not stumble over formalities. You did not attempt to impress me with grand gestures. You asked if I was enjoying myself. You asked what sorts of shows I liked to watch.” Her cheeks colored faintly. “You listened to me ramble about serial killer trivia and did not look at me like I was a monster.”
(Y/N) swallowed, caught between disbelief and the sudden ache of being seen.
“I just… thought you seemed lonely,” he muttered.
“And you acted on that thought,” Sonia said, softer. “You sat with me. You laughed with me. You did not demand anything in return. You made this island feel less like a cage and more like… somewhere we could endure together.”
Her hand lifted between them, hovering- careful, asking permission with her posture before her words even came.
“May I take your hand?” Sonia asked.
His throat tightened. “Y-yeah.”
Her fingers slipped around his, warm and steady. She squeezed- not enough to hurt. Just enough that he couldn’t pretend it didn’t matter.
“If you vanished,” Sonia said quietly, “this place would become much darker for me. I would not be ‘better off.’ I would be devastated.”
His eyes stung. “You’re just saying that because you’re kind,” he whispered.
“I am saying it because it is the truth.” Sonia’s grip tightened, earnest and unwavering. “Your life is not a burden. Your presence is not a mistake.” Her voice dipped, almost shaking with how real it was. “You are my friend, (Y/N). I care for you dearly. And I do not wish to lose you- to the ocean or anything else.”
His breath hitched. His shoulders started to shake before he could stop them.
The words he’d been holding all day- maybe longer- spilled out in broken pieces.
“I’m so tired, Sonia,” he admitted, voice cracking. “I’m tired of pretending I’m okay. Tired of feeling like the weakest link. Like one more bad day will just… snap me in half.”
Sonia stepped closer, closing the last space between them. Slowly. Deliberately. Giving him time to pull away.
He didn’t.
She lifted their joined hands and pressed his knuckles lightly against her chest, over her heart.
“It is all right to be tired,” she murmured. “It is all right to be broken. It is all right to not know how to go on.” Her heart beat steady beneath his hand. “What is not all right is facing that alone.”
Her gaze held his- gentle, stubborn, refusing to let him slip away.
“Will you allow me to stay by your side?” she asked. “To share that weight, even a little?”
Something inside him cracked open like a shell that had been too tight for too long.
He bowed his head, trembling. “I… I don’t know how much I can promise,” he said. “I don’t know what tomorrow will feel like.”
“Then do not promise me ‘tomorrow,’” Sonia replied without hesitation. “Promise me… tonight.”
She squeezed his hand again, anchoring him.
“Promise me you will not walk into that water. Promise me you will come back to the shore with me, and rest, and let someone hold you while you remember what it feels like to be loved.”
His breath hitched painfully. “I can… try,” he whispered.
“That is enough,” Sonia said at once. “That is more than enough.”
They walked back up the beach hand in hand.
The sand didn’t feel like a cliff edge anymore. It was just sand- soft, shifting, real beneath their shoes. Each step grounded him, pulled him away from the line where the water waited.
When the cottages came into view, Sonia hesitated.
“My room is closer,” she said, a faint pink warming her ears. “Would you… would you feel comfortable resting there? I do not wish you to be alone tonight.”
Guilt twisted in his stomach. The idea of stepping into her space, of being one more thing she had to manage-
“I don’t want to intrude,” he started. “You’ve already-”
“You would not be intruding,” Sonia said firmly, leaving no room for argument. “You would be… very welcome.” Her voice softened, and she glanced aside like she was suddenly aware of her own boldness. “I would feel much more at ease if I could keep an eye on you.”
She cleared her throat, trying for composure again.
“And I believe physical closeness may be… comforting, yes? ‘Cuddling,’ I believe it is called here.”
The thought of being held- of not having to brace himself alone against the tide inside his own head- made something warm and aching uncurl in his chest.
“…Okay,” he said quietly. “If you’re really sure.”
“I am exceptionally sure.”
Sonia’s room was tidy, neat in a way that still felt lived-in. Little touches from Novoselic were scattered carefully around- framed photographs, a patterned throw folded over the bed, a tiny flag pinned near the window with almost ceremonial precision.
She closed the door gently behind them and turned, suddenly looking a little unsure herself.
“Um,” she said, fingers fussing with the edge of the blanket, “we may simply lie atop the covers, if that feels more proper.” She glanced up at him. “You may keep as much distance as you like.”
His throat felt too thick for a proper reply.
“I… I think I’d like it if you were close,” he managed.
Relief softened her face into a small, trembling smile.
“I see. Then…” She gestured a bit awkwardly toward the bed. “Would you like to lie down first?”
He sat, then eased onto his side, facing the wall because looking directly at her felt like too much right now- like he might break completely if he saw too clearly how gentle she was being.
The mattress dipped as Sonia lay down behind him, cautious and careful, leaving a small space at first.
“May I…?” she asked, fingertips hovering near his shoulder.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Please.”
Sonia’s arm slid gently around his middle, drawing him back until his spine met the soft warmth of her body. Her other hand slipped beneath the pillow near his head, and suddenly he was surrounded- warmth, faint perfume, the quiet solidity of someone holding him like he wasn’t fragile or wrong.
His breath shuddered out.
Sonia tucked her face near the back of his shoulder, voice a soft murmur in the dark.
“Is this acceptable?” she asked.
He made a sound that was almost a sob. “It’s… perfect.”
Her arm tightened- not painfully, just enough that he could feel the promise in it.
“You are not a burden,” Sonia whispered. “Not to me. Not now. Not ever.”
Her fingertips traced slow, steady patterns against his ribs, like she was teaching his body how to breathe again.
His eyes burned. “Even if I feel like this again tomorrow?”
“Especially then,” Sonia said without missing a beat. “If tomorrow is dark, tell me. If the ocean calls to you again, tell me. If you feel like you have no reason to stay…” Her voice trembled for the first time, quiet but fierce. “I will give you mine.”
He curled his fingers around the wrist resting over his stomach, holding on like it was a lifeline.
“Okay,” he breathed. “I’ll… I’ll stay. At least as long as you’re holding on to me.”
Sonia’s breath hitched- and then she let out a tiny, relieved laugh, like something inside her finally unclenched.
“Then I shall not let go,” she murmured. “Not tonight.”
(Y/N) closed his eyes.
The thoughts were still there, whispering at the edges of his mind, but they felt farther away now- drowned out by the steady beat of her heart against his back and the slow rhythm of her breathing near his ear.
For the first time in a long time, the idea of waking up tomorrow didn’t feel like a punishment.
Bokodere — character who lashes out with their fists when they get embarrassed from their love interest in order to hide their shyness and feelings of love. They go into fight-or-flight mode when flustered despite not really wanting to hurt their love interest. After some time as they get more used to being affectionate with their love interest they will feel less flustered and will gain control over their aggressive impulses.
TW: Very OOC.
SAYAKA:
When Sayaka first met you, she thought you were just really shy, and she found it adorable! While introducing herself, she playfully teased you.
Your face turned red, and you accidentally punched her in the face so hard that she fell backwards. "Ah!" She let out a small squeak. She looked up at you and asked, "Um... I'm sorry, did something I say upset you?" Sayaka's voice was soft and gentle. You covered your face in shame and embarrassment. "N-no! I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did that! What's wrong with me..!" You said, feeling incredibly ashamed.
Sayaka lowered her head, her face hidden in shadow. It made you feel even worse, but suddenly she lifted her head with a smile on her face. "It's okay, Y/N, don't worry about it!" You helped her up and asked, "Uh... Are you okay? I punched you pretty hard..." Sayaka chuckled slightly and replied, "Yeah... It hurts a little..." In reality, it hurt a lot, but she didn't want you to feel bad or for you to use your fists on her again.
She had a strong intuition that you didn't have any malicious intentions when you punched her, and she had a knack for reading people. As you spent more time with her, you slowly became more comfortable around her. And when the two of you started dating, you stopped getting so embarrassed over simple affection. Well... You still got embarrassed, but instead of taking it out on Sayaka with your fists, you learned how to control yourself with a little help from her!
MONDO:
Mondo always gets nervous around girls he likes, so it wasn't surprising that he acted that way around you. Most girls tend to get scared off by his loud behavior, but you were different. You got easily embarrassed around him. So, could it be said that both of you are nervous around each other?
Well, yeah. The only difference is that he doesn't hit the girls he likes. "What was that for!?" Mondo asks, his tone rising. "I-I'm so sorry! I couldn't control myself, it was a reflex!" Now Mondo wasn't sure what upset him more - the fact that the girl he likes punched him or that it actually hurt.
Mondo has a severe complex about appearing weak, so the fact that a girl hitting him hurt made him feel weak. "W-why aren't you saying anything... I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to!" You apologize once more. "Don't worry about it! I didn't even feel it!" He says, trying to convince himself more than you. "Really?" You ask, confusion evident on your face. Normally, people would admit it hurt a lot. Your doubt made him slightly more frustrated, but he managed to hide it well. "Hell yeah, it didn't!"
Sorry if you wanted a gender natural reader for Mondo but it was way easier for me to write a female reader when it comes to Mondo!
KAEDE:
When Kaede first saw you, she couldn't help but call you cute because of your adorable appearance. Little did she know, that was a big mistake. It made you feel so embarrassed that you reacted impulsively and ended up punching her.
"W-what was that for?" she asks, clearly confused. "Oh my goodness... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I'm really sorry, it's just a reflex for me when I get embarrassed. I don't know how to handle it, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, I apologize!"
You blurt out your words in a rush, feeling remorseful. "I-it's okay..." Kaede says, a small bead of sweat forming on her cheek. "One apology is enough..." She says, trying to smile nervously.
Just like you, Kaede can be impulsive at times, but she's trying her best to be patient with you, hoping that you'll do the same and learn to control yourself around her. And if you do, that would be great!
But even she can lose her cool sometimes, especially if you continue to react the same way even when you're dating. "Y/N, please stop hitting me!" she exclaims. She holds your hands in hers and looks into your eyes. "Please, just calm down!"
KOKICHI:
He would quickly notice how easily flustered you get around him and would take advantage of it by teasing you. When you hit him, his mischievous expression lingers for a few seconds before he dramatically bursts into crocodile tears.
"WAHHHH!! H-how could you hurt me like this!? I was just trying to be friends with you!" Your lips tremble slightly as the blush remains on your face. You try to think of something to say to diffuse the situation, but before you can, he laughs.
"Nee-heehee! Just kidding! You're obviously too weak to hurt me!" That was a lie.
Kokichi continues to tease you, testing your limits. Sometimes it's hard to keep up the facade of being unfazed when he pushes too far. One time, he couldn't hide the pain when you kicked him in his crotch. He fell to the floor, clutching himself. "Agh..! I shouldn't have told them to be rougher!" he thought.
Over time, you start to get used to his teasing, which sometimes annoys him. He doesn't like it when you don't react the way he expects or stop paying attention to him. That's just boring!
MIU:
Miu is Miu, no doubt about it. It's no wonder you feel embarrassed when you're around her. She's always making those sex jokes and whatnot. So, in a fit of embarrassment, you lash out and smack her in the face.
"What the hell!?" Miu exclaims. "What's your problem!?" She asks, caught off guard and feeling defenseless. "I'm sorry, Miu!" You apologize. "Sorry? Are you apologizing for hitting me or for your lack of chest size!?" She bluntly questions. Your face turns even redder as you struggle to find the right words. "Oh, what's the matter? You seemed pretty confident when you smacked me right in the face!" She reminds you. "Listen, Miu... I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to!" Miu scoffs. "Just don't fuckin' ever do it again!"
This one is very short but I didn't have an idea how to continue this.
