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kibouzuru:

{ 真実 } At that reply, he just had to shake his head. “Nonsense. I came home first, it’s only fair that I take care of everything until everyone’s home also, you know?”

Makoto took the teapot from its place on the stove, putting it onto a tray with the rest of the snacks he had grabbed before picking up the tray and walking out to the table. Today was actually rather light for him, so he could manage to head home ahead of his brothers. As he always said with a bit of cheekiness, “good luck” really wasn’t much of a talent, so his work in the main course was nonexistent some days.

“Tell me about your day, Masa-kun,” Makoto continued, placing the tray on the table in front of his brother. “Anything interesting happen?”

“Umm... we didn’t really do much,” Masato admitted. “We just had a pretty normal day.” As far as he was aware, classes were mandatory for reserve course students, and they received just about the same kind of education as any other high school... except with the Hope’s Peak name. ( Besides, if he was paying that much for education, he felt like he had to go to every single class just to get his money’s worth. ) But all the debt was worth it, he thought, if he was going to get a job quicker, and if he got to spend time with his brothers.

“Some of the guys in my class were causing trouble, but I didn’t want to say anything. They ended up getting sent to the headmaster.” He turned to Makoto. “What about you? What did you do today?”

#kibouzuru #{ v: fated justice }#{ queue've got that wrong! }#//ohh ok :D that makes sense! and it would also be pretty convenient for us xD #//that would be a whole lot of work though wouldn't it?? to build entire dorms just to hide students from the despair?#//but then again there were only enough dorm rooms for the dr1 cast right?? maybe? xD i don't remember

ultimatebabyfaceyakuza:

“….You ok Naegi?….”

The former yakuza frowned as he took note of the others expression. Confused, he didn’t say anything that would upset the other did he? “I…Was just joking about the stupid idiot thing…You’re a smart guy…No need to cry over it…”

He had to be missing something…Surely with what they had both been through it would take more than a simple compliment or a joke to make the beacon of hope come close to tears.

“…Oi….” Moving closer to Makoto in order to place a hand upon his shoulder. “…Naegi….You in there?….” He was concerned and it showed in his voice. “…I didn’t mean to upset ya if I did….”

Makoto was odd in the sense that, as soon as someone mentions the word “cry” while he’s holding back tears, he immediately starts crying no matter what. It made sense, he supposed—after all, there was no sense holding it back if it was already obvious that he was about to cry—but it was always, always extremely embarrassing.

The tears started to spill from his eyes, and he quickly averted his gaze so as not to make it too obvious.

“I... It’s okay, Kuzuryuu-san. I’m just... well, I was just...” He swallowed. Did he really want to tell him this? This might ruin his reputation for being the Ultimate Hope... but, at the same time, he wanted the other student to understand.

He sniffled, doing his best to rid himself of the tears, and looked up to face the other.

“It wasn’t your fault, Kuzuryuu-san. I was just thinking about my own classmates, and how most of them didn’t end up surviving the killing game that Enoshima-san put in place. I know your situation isn’t much better, seeing as you all became Ultimate Despair, but... at least you were all together while doing so. Your class has always been really close, even when we were at the academy, and I’ve admired that a lot.”

#ultimatebabyfaceyakuza #{ v: future foundation }#{ queue've got that wrong! }#//ok so that whole crying thing happens to me all the time xD #//idk if it's something that happens with everyone or if i'm just weird but #//i felt like it would be fun to use it in that case :P moves the plot forward you know?

ultimatebabyfaceyakuza:

“No…Ya not….Lot of us have it….We can’t remember a damn thing.”

Sitting down with his arms behind his back. “I asked for help and that’s what got me thrown in here…Haven’t seen any humans that are in human form either…They think we’re insane.”

Lying down on his back with his paws behind his head, not very comfy being on the damp ground but…He had to make do.

“They won’t let us out…Try and ask ya self if ya want but no way in hell are they budging.”

Makoto sighed, settling down onto the ground, as well. This was not a good situation, at all... The more he heard about it, the worse it seemed. What he would give to go back home ( if he knew where “home” was... )

“So, you’re saying that there are no other humans around? Does that mean that everyone here are all just pokémon?” That was certainly strange. “Do you think we found ourselves in some kind of alternate universe or something—one where everyone is a pokémon?”

#ultimatebabyfaceyakuza #{ v: explorers of truth }#//explorers of truth #{ queue've got that wrong! }#//so since the cell is open now what do we do?#//do we continue this one?

hopespeakdoctor:

“No no, go ahead… It would be unfair to make you move…” And with that, Byakuya knocked back his pill dry and continued with his lunch. He wasn’t sure why the luckster was so awkward around him, numerous times he’s seen him chatting away with their classmates – Was he really that frightening? He hoped not, how are his patients supposed to trust him if he looks intimidating.

Maybe breaking the ice should help ease the awkwardness… Now how does someone who’s socially awkward accomplish that?

“…How are you?” That’s simple enough, maybe he could’ve said it a bit… softer? Oh well, he’s not a soft person and it’s too late to change it now. Hopefully the two could have a conversation so they won’t feel too uncomfortable around each other anymore; sure they won’t be a hundred percent comfortable right off the bat but baby steps had to be taken.

As he sat at the table, Naegi’s nerves began to fade away. This usually happened, once he realized that what he had spent so long worrying about was not actually that bad at all. And it didn’t seem to be bad—Togami, who he usually never saw around, was trying to make an attempt at conversation ( despite looking rather nervous about it all ) —so that must mean that he didn’t mind the company. That was good.

Now that his nerves were calmed, Makoto allowed himself his usual bright, amiable smile towards the doctor.

“I’m doing well! I was going to see what everyone else was up to after lunch, since we don’t have classes today. Were you just working at the infirmary?” It was a dumb question—after all, on most days, it seemed like Togami never left the infirmary—but Makoto wanted to be as polite as possible.

#hopespeakdoctor #{ v: normal high school guy }#{ queue've got that wrong! }

hazuukashi:

[ TEXT: MAKOTO ] Dude, how the fuck am I a lamppost? You know what I look like, don’t you?

[ TEXT: MAKOTO ] AND I’M NOT EVEN THAT THIN! LAMPPOSTS ARE LIKE, A COUPLE INCHES WIDE, AREN’T THEY?

[ TEXT: MAKOTO ] Maybe ya need to go see the SHSL optometrist…

[ text: Leon ] I don’t know!!! It just looked like you for a second!! [ text: Leon ] It was tall and it was red at the top so it wasn’t that far of a stretch! [ text: Leon ] wait [ text: Leon ] We have an SHSL optometrist????? 😰

#hazuukashi #{ v: normal high school guy }#{ queue've got that wrong! }#//makoto like ''THEN WHY HAVE I SPENT ALL THESE YEARS GOING TO THE REGULAR OPTOMETRIST''

child-of-elpis:

The moment he was given permission, Minori opened the door and let himself into his brother’s room, freezing for a moment as he took in the sight.

“Makoto… you really need to be more organized,” he scolded, as though his own room weren’t - almost literally - a jungle. “Anyway, a package arrived for me but it’s too heavy for me to move by myself. Can you help me bring it into the living room?”

Makoto grinned, regarding the other with mirth shining in his eyes. “C'mon, Mino-kun; it's not like your room is any better...” It was true, and they both knew it, so Minori had no right to comment on the state of Makoto’s room. “Besides, I was cleaning it up, anyways.”

He stood up and took a step away from the mess of his room to face his brother. “Of course I can help you! I don’t think I’m the best at lifting things, but if we’re both moving it together, then it shouldn’t be that bad.”

#childofelpis #{ v: twinsies }#{ queue've got that wrong! }

diviniius:

Octavian shook his head, chuckling softly. This student was certainly very concerned with his place in society. It was refreshing, but it made him yearn for home in a way that was… strange. Somehow, he missed the impertinence of his former bullies. The thought was dismissed posthaste.

“No, no… please, I’d love to hear your thoughts. You consider yourself a saint, correct? Or perhaps if you’d prefer not to admit such a thing in the middle of a school courtyard, of all places, might you grace me with a proper introduction?”

This student looked ordinary enough–perhaps it might not come up at all that Octavian was merely a reserve course student.

Makoto hesitated for a bit, taking a moment to scan the other student. He looked nice enough—but, then again, it would probably be better to stay on the safe side and introduce himself first. Perhaps he would explain his reasoning later, once he'd figured out the other's motives.

“My name's Makoto Naegi,” he said. “I'm in the 78th class, so I'm pretty new here.” It didn't cross his mind to tell the other his SHSL talent—after all, in his mind, he was still just an ordinary high-schooler.

#diviniius #{ v: normal high school guy }#{ queue've got that wrong! }#//wait... is /who/ gay? :P

I love the dweeby humor that comes out in your posts. I've cringed and laughed on a number of occasions because of the dorky egg and I've gotta say it's so on point it's ridiculous!

Tell me your favourite thing about my portrayal! (accepting!)

OOC. Honestly, that kind of dweeby humour comes out by accident! I don’t usually plan that kind of stuff—it just sort of happens. I guess Makoto’s just too awkward for his own good! Plus, it’s easy to write that kind of humour with you, since Makoto and Leon play off of each other very nicely. :P

#hazuukashi #{ ooc }#{ save }#//XDD but thank you!! i enjoy writing them just as much as you enjoy reading them!!#//honestly that lamppost thing... i still don't even know how makoto managed to screw that up XD

[[ I love how detailed and in character you get with egg boy. He's really thought out well and characterized. I really love him and your style of how you write him. It's like you're thinking the way he does and get into his brain. A+++ job 90000/1]]

Tell me your favourite thing about my portrayal! (accepting!)

OOC. Oh my gosh, thank you so much—and thank you for approaching me with this even though we’ve never interacted before! That means a whole ton to me! It’s always been one of my favourite things to try and get into the heads of my muses, and while it was pretty easy for Makoto since he and I think in generally the same way (so you’re right in that aspect! :P), I’m glad to know that it comes across as a really deep portrayal! :D

(By the way, I absolutely love the idea of Mastermind Naegi, and you do a good job, too! You’re making me want to bring out my Mastermind Naegi verse :P)

#innocentdespair #{ ooc }#{ save }#//THANK YOU THANK YOU <3

memes4u

Tell me your favourite thing about my portrayal!

#{ dash memes }

entranchant:

touko eyed the gift warily before snatching it from her fellow student’s grasp. “t-this pen…!” gasped the author. “you… you… you’re not getting this back!” despite her rather PRICKLY attitude, it was evident that she enjoyed the gift.

she sighed, sitting on the floor and smoothing her skirts out with a hopefully regal sort of sigh. she had to practice for when she was mrs. togami, after all. “a-anyways… it’s good that you think of me sometimes, even if it’s over as something as CLICHED as a pen.” her attempt at kindness. “it’s not like anyone else ever does. but all of that will CHANGE once master and i are wed… can you imagine? me, as the mother of the togami empire…!”

holding herself tight, she sighed, a shuddering and erotic sound. “and when i bear his children, he’ll look at the future heirs and he’ll see… haaah… parts of his WIFE in those little miracles! and even if he yells at me and beats me in front of the children, it will be alright because… because at least he loves me!”

she stopped short, suddenly aware of the tears starting to form in her eyes. she wiped them away hastily, resuming her normal closed-off posture. “n-not that there’s even a point in describing love to someone like YOU, who wouldn’t know t-true love if it hit him in the b-button nose!”

Makoto had smiled at Touko’s acceptance of her gift—he was glad she ended up liking it—but that quickly faded as the conversation went on. Fukawa had always confused him with her manner of speech: he had always chalked it up to the fact that she was a writer, and she was used to using much more complicated language than he, as a normal civilian, would be used to. But it seemed that she was acting quite a bit stranger than she usually did... and Makoto wanted to bet that it had something to do with the subject matter of the conversation.

He tried not to think about Byakuya Togami often, for whenever he did, a strange mix of emotions settled in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to be friends with the heir, but got extremely confusing messages from him whenever he made the attempt. He’d get insulted and beaten down one minute, and offered a 400,000 yen salary the next. He’d end up spending hours thinking about it—thinking about him—and leave feeling more confused than when he started. It was easier to push the feelings down than deal with them, so that was why it was even more disconcerting to hear Touko talk about him this freely.

Either way, he didn’t really want to discuss his innermost thoughts about Togami ( and especially not to Fukawa ) , so he decided to respond to her... fantasy? with as much normalcy as possible.

“I hope he won’t yell at you and beat you, Fukawa-chan,” he said to her, wincing slightly at the thought. “That isn’t very healthy... If you guys did get together, I’d want you both to love and respect each other. Otherwise, I don’t think there’s a point to being in a relationship at all.”

#entranchant #{ v: normal high school guy }#//you're always the person i feel most comfortable with exploring naegi's character with; pan :P #//i hope you don't mind the essay—i got excited xD #//you don't need to match length :P

kibouzuru

{ @truuthbullet wanted a big bro egg, so here he comes }

{ 真実 } “Ah, Masato. Welcome home.”

As the eldest of the three, it was only natural that he would come home first. It would only make sense that he would look after his youngest sibling also, already preparing a snack for him in the kitchen. It would be nice to have a chat, especially since this egg didn’t usually meet up with his brothers at school.

“What’s up? Have a seat, the tea’s almost done and I went out to get some snack food from the store.”

truuthbullet-blog

Masato didn’t know why he didn’t just wait up for his other brothers before returning home. Perhaps it was because they were much busier, seeing as they were main course students and had more things to take care of than reserve course students like him. Either way, Makoto had returned home now, and he was keeping busy ( obviously by making some kind of snack for his younger brother, as he was known to do ) . He gave Makoto a warm smile and sat down, as he was instructed to do.

“Thank you, Mako-kun,” he said. “You didn’t need to make tea for me, you know... I could have made it myself.”

#kibouzuru #{ v: fated justice }#//YEEEEEEEES :D :D thank you for the starter!#//so are they at their house now? i figured hope's peak residents lived in the school :o #//i'm not quite sure how main course vs reserve course works actually ^^;

hazuukashi

A Li’l Positivity

Next up? @truuthbullet for being an amazing Dweeb Egg. Their Naegi portrayal is spot on, and one of the best ones I’ve ever seen, honestly. I absolutely love our interactions, and out of character, they’re definitely nerdy but cool. I love talking to them as often as we can and it’s just the little things and the senses of humor that make everything feel good, you know?

#{ ooc }#{ save }#//i hope it's okay to reblog it! i just wanted to keep it xD #//BUT HONESTLY THANK YOU SO MUCH :'D THIS WAS TOO NICE <3 #//you're a really great friend!! <3 <3 #//and i'm glad you like my portrayal :')

This is a flower of positivity. Nothing fancy, nothing big. But it is here to remind you that you are: Beautiful /Handsome, strong, kind, valid, wanted.

You give me a reason to smile, and make me laugh out loud like I dunno a hyena.

Don’t listen to the assholes. They’re assholes.

But you are much more than that.

So here is a rushed ms paint flower to show that there are people who care. That you are in fact important.

Have a nice day.

- Ro

#{ ooc }#{ save }#//this is actually the nicest thing :')#//i can't thank you enough ro! you're all of those things too and more!! <3 #submission

anastolii:

that’s it, then.

the thought sends a chill down his spine. somehow, the words makoto’s saying have all faded away, leaving him in radio static, drowning and sinking. is there a point to fighting this? he isn’t sure. hope and despair… ultimates and commons… none of it matters anymore. he’s lost his identity. I AM HAJIME HINATA! he had once shouted. but what does that mean? who is hajime hinata?

a loser. a talentless loser. uncool and untalented and unworthy. that’s why makoto lets go of his hand. that’s why his expression is so stern. it’s because hajime… is nothing.

someone who’s worthy of love doesn’t act this way. he has to be cool, like chiaki said. how will anyone like him if he’s not someone that can be confident? and yet… yet hajime is lying on his back and letting the waves of hope and despair rock him, for he has no energy left to understand his situation.

being in a relationship with the guy known as the ultimate hope…? how could he even think for a second that that was okay? once hajime had been hope, but it was artificial, and it shorted out the second he turned away from despair and to the future.

and now…

“what do you see in me, anyway?“ his voice is despondent, muted. utterly uncool. chiaki would have punched him, maybe. or gouged his eyes out. maybe makoto might do the same. it doesn’t really matter anymore.

Makoto knows what's happening as soon as he sees the changing expression on Hajime's face; he knows once he sees what the expression entails.

Despair.

It had been something he was trying to actively combat, before he even knew of the dichotomy between hope and despair, before he knew that two of his classmates were Ultimate Despair. Hajime was experiencing despair, and Naegi needed to do something about it.

In seeing the expression on the other's face, he's able to guess the root of this despair. He hadn't spent days carefully watching the 77th class in the Neo World Program to not notice the other's self-confidence issues, and he's nearly certain now that this is why Hajime casts his eyes down. It's only reinforced by the other's next statement.

Makoto swallows, and gently hovers his hand over the other's, silently requesting permission. He looks up at the other with compassionate eyes.

“I think, Hinata-senpai, that you care about other people a lot. That might not have been the original reason I was attracted to you—” he casts his eyes away for a moment in embarrassment, but returns them near immediately afterwards—“but I think that's why I want to be with you now.”

“I really want to be in a relationship with you, Hinata-senpai; I really do. I just... I care about you, and I don't want to see you making a decision you regret just to please me. I want you to be accountable for what you want to do, and if the answer is that you don't want to be in a relationship with me, then that's okay. I don't mind; I'll get over it.”

He hesitates, nervousness flicking briefly across his face. “Is that... okay? Do you understand?”

#anastolii #{ v: future foundation }#{ queue've got that wrong! }

sentencestarters-and-asks

The third gif/icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to being called cute

truuthbullet-blog

#{ ooc }#//same makoto #//same

hopespeakdoctor

@truuthbullet

Lunchtime, one of the few times Byakuya leaves the infirmary. The doctor made his way into the dining hall and waited in line to pick up his specially made lunch; before entering Hope’s Peak he was put on a special diet to help keep his heart healthy and help him gain weight. Avoiding the odd looks from the other students when he was provided with a box, Byakuya went to go sit by himself to eat.

Just as the doctor was about to take his medication, someone entered his peripherals and sat beside him; looking over he saw it was Makoto.

“…Good afternoon, Naegi.”

truuthbullet-blog

There was something that had been bothering Naegi since he had begun his schooling at Hope’s Peak Academy. As soon as he had laid eyes on the Ultimate Doctor, Byakuya Togami, the other student seemed extremely familiar, somehow. He didn’t know how ( which was extremely odd in itself, since Makoto thought he had a pretty good memory ) , but the thought had been haunting him ever since.

He hardly saw the doctor, which was probably good news for him, since he would probably send himself into another crazy thinking cycle if he remembered his conundrum regarding Togami, but it seemed that today, he had lucked out.

Makoto approached the table Togami was sitting at and gave him a warm smile as he sat down.

“Hi, Togami-san. Is it okay if I sit here? I guess I already did, but... I mean, if it wasn’t okay, then I could always find somewhere else to sit...”

#hopespeakdoctor #{ v: normal high school guy }#//yeeeeeees :D :D #//have makoto being awkward as per usual :P

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