#sekirei

[cutesexyrobutts2]

musubi from sekirei

[dreamforestart]

月海 tsukiumi

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[mikyapixie]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐤𝐢!

[xlunalush]

Tsukiumi 🌊 …Is it okay to keep staring like this? 💙

[okawarihappylife]

welcome to the worlds most niche pride edit.

[studentofetherium]

[sentient-meatpile]

long time no karayume, messing around w dithering

[therealmofamorus]

(Ask, original stud au, crossover au)

Danganronpa x Konosuba x Sekirei x High School DxD

Makoto Naegi, Darkness, Musubi, Akeno Himejima

Makoto, who's breasts is more comfortable when they hugged you, Darkness, Musubi, or Akeno?

The air in the makeshift common room, a strange blend of high-tech Danganronpa aesthetic, fantasy inn charm, Sekirei temple tranquility, and DxD's occult club vibe, suddenly crackled with an uncomfortable energy. Makoto Naegi, who had just been trying to figure out how to operate a demonic vending machine, froze as the question hung in the air.

His face immediately flushed a shade that rivaled a Monokuma eye. "Wh-whose breasts… what kind of question is that?!" he stammered, looking around wildly as if expecting a hidden camera or a trial announcement.

Darkness, ever the enthusiast, puffed out her chest with a gleam in her eyes. "Oh, do tell, Makoto! Was my embrace truly so… soft? Or perhaps you found yourself delightfully crushed beneath my righteous strength?"

Musubi, with her characteristic innocent but powerful grin, bounced slightly. "Mine are super comfy! I give the best hugs! Did you feel safe, Makoto-chan?"

Akeno Himejima simply chuckled, a low, melodic sound that sent a shiver down Makoto's spine for entirely different reasons. She leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper. "Now, Makoto, don't be shy. A gentleman always has his preferences, doesn't he? I'm quite confident in my own… cushioning."

Makoto took a step back, bumping into the demonic vending machine, which let out an ominous growl. His hands flew up defensively. "I-I… they were all… very supportive! In their own ways! And, uh, warm! And… I didn't really… rank them! It was just… a hug! A friendly, completely normal hug from everyone!" He was practically vibrating with embarrassment, sweat beading on his forehead. "Can we just talk about the next class trial, or… or maybe the lack of pudding?!"

He wished for the simplicity of a murder mystery. At least then, the questions were about who did it, not whose it was.