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ilynagito ♡ writer / danganronpa & genshin

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I'm NIKU. Age range between 16-18, Asian, enfp !

REQUESTS : open

WHAT I WRITE fluff, angst, xreader, xcharacter, suggestive, oneshots, series, headcanons! (Genshin Impact/Danganronpa V1/V2/V3 only!)

WHAT I DONT WRITE smut/anything that involves weird kinks (they make me uncomfy.) SA, p*dophilia, abuse- all that "dark romance" NO NO NO! pls stop

CHARACTERS I DONT WRITE FOR teruteru, ryoma, yamada, monokuma/usami/monokubs, ultra despair girls/ characters (because i havent gotten into that yet and am not familiar with the characters:(( )and pregame characters

DANGANRONPA KINS Nagito Komaeda, Kokichi Ouma, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Byakuya Togami

GENSHIN KINS Wriothesley, Diluc, Thoma, Kaeya, Tighnari, Kaveh

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one step forward / Nagito Komaeda

genre/description: taking care of Nagito, helping him improve on being nicer to himself because we all know he needs some TLC 🥹

notes/warnings: it’s currently May 2024 as I write this— I started this back in 2023 SO it’s been a hot minute. // a little short BUT it’s cute

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you stand there, about two feet behind him. he was sitting by the soft pale sand, running his fingers along as he traces unnamable objects. you look at him from your own perspective, perplexed and intrigued at how his existence by the beach was able to appear peaceful yet agitating at the same time. he was silent as he watched the waves dance along the wind, letting his hair motion through it all. he was just there... thinking to himself. he had nobody else keeping him company, not till you showed up.

you take off your shoes and join him in the sand, sitting barefoot next to him to his surprise. he looks at you, eyes a little tainted with tears by the wind. he had his jacket nearly falling from his shoulders, yet he doesn't fix it up as the cold breeze hits him. “you okay?” you tilt your head, catching his attention though he tries to avoid your eyes.

he laughs to himself and then raises his head, closing his eyes as he stretches his arms to hug the skies above him. “more than okay, my y/n. how could I not be? such- beautiful hope surrounds us here… despite it all.”

you crinkle your nose a little, looking at him with unintentional confusion and judgement. his face falls into a slight frown and then he looks at you, his tired eyelids illuminating the message that— he wasn't actually okay. somehow, you just knew.

“walk with me.” he smiles. you nod your head, unable to say no even if you wanted to. he stands up, jacket still laying low. his hands reach out for your own, looking so inviting that it could hurt you if you didn't accept. of course, you take his hand and he helps you up. the two of you walk along the beach, letting the subtle waves crash along your feet. he begins to talk but you don't really pay attention. all he ever seems to talk about is hope but you've already got your head wrapped around that. you doze off a little, staring blankly at his taller figure as you walk along a path that would lead to the hotel rooms. he was always chattering everyone up about hope, being so sickeningly optimistic in such a situation that it made him so eerie. he's so pretty. you think to yourself a little, allowing your mind to subconsciously study his features. his long white hair and already pale skin, complimenting the subtle pink blush that rested on his cheeks from the sun. he was scrawny, he bundled himself well with his clothes- despite how he styles it. his eyes were soft and loud, telling an entire story of their own. you knew he always had more to show and tell, that he had a deeper character than what everyone takes him for. and you were probably the only one that saw that light in him.

“—and that's what makes me so grateful for this opportunity...” he looks at you, smiling softly. you blink a few times, catching yourself. fu- shit! say something! you choke on air— if that was even possible- then you clap your hands together, surprising Nagito. “Ha! you're right!” you laugh awkwardly

he catches on, raising an eyebrow. “My hope, were you even listening?” , “yes and no! don't quiz me!”

you sigh, crossing your arms and looking away from him. he laughs at your embarrassment "It's alright, Y/N. I don't need to be profound all the time, if you wanted me to shut up— please, tell me. a nobody like me doesn't deserve to merely breathe near such an existence as yours to begin with..." he states. you roll your eyes 'here he goes again, this idiot.'

your relationship with Nagito? he was always fond of you. he liked you and your company in a way that he'd appreciate your opinion just about twice as much than anyone else's. he confesses his love towards you ever so often and you make sure he understands that you reciprocate it- that you love him too, just the way he is. after all, your time was never guaranteed to be so long. you always believed that he needed to be loved, which he did. he himself just never understood why.

"ko, come here" you sigh. he squirms slightly at the nickname you've given him; it was his personal favorite. he blushes softly as you call his name. he inches closer to you and you place your hands by him, fixing his jacket and gently tucking his hair away from his face. you hated it when he talked so bad about himself, regardless of the situation. he needs constant reassurance and you were always the giver that he yearned for.

without a second thought, he wraps his arms around you, nearly toppling you over. he rests his head by your shoulder, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck, planting gentle kisses in between murmurs that tickled you slightly. you hug him back, running a hand across his hair. "what did we practice before?" you pull away, peering at him with hopeful eyes. he falters, smiling a little nervously as though finding the right words to say. "that i shouldn't... talk about myself in such a way."

"exactly. good job, ko" you kiss him softly. the contact of your lips being more than rewarding for someone like him “let's head inside, hm? it's a little cold out here”

the two of you walk inside your room not long after, letting the coziness of your space sink into both of you. Nagito takes off his jacket and lays himself on your bed while you fetch a snack for you two to share. he liked staying with you in your room, it was far than his own. his room wasn't messy, nor was it uncomfortable. he had books and trinkets but his interest was elsewhere, he liked the aura in your space because it had the higher chance of you being in it. you never really minded him staying, he was interesting company. he's not the biggest flight risk with you and it's not like you were ever scared of him. maybe that's what makes you perfect for Nagito..

he hugs a pillow and you watch him from the isolated counter as you pour a bowl of chips. he looked a little dull, like his eyes were losing sparkles and he's trying to silence the world out with the radio static in his head. you walk up to him, almost pacing, making sure he's alright. you don't know why you're always so worried about such reactions from him, surely anyone could handle themselves like this. but he's Nagito. he's different. he actually needs you.

you sit beside his lying figure and peer through the pillow which he tried to bury his face into. he looks at you, shoving the object away gently. you could see the small pain in his eyes as though he remembered something he shouldn't have. he pulls you close, you don't fight it. he hugs you tight. “I'm sorry, my hope. i know im deprived, completely and pathetically so. it's absolutely shameful of me to even reach out to you like this… to have you fix me again and again because there is so much of me that i surrender.” he cries “i've never been more terrified to lose someone...”

you feel his hands tug on your shirt, stifling sobs as he lets his emotions overcome all of him. you feel your heart burn to ashes, realizing that you would never fully understand what he's going through inside. you hush him carefully, soothing him with head pats as he hiccups his cries out. “it's okay, Nagito. it's gonna be okay”

even if your comfort was all you could offer, he found it as a great necessity. when you’re often deprived of the finer things in life, you take the scraps and carry on— you turn trash into something beautiful. Nagito didn’t have much, he was always used to bitter endings when days come to a close, but for the first time in his life, he actually feared death. he had something that stood out to him like life’s biggest luxury, he had a reason to actually try. no luck, just try.

“Y/N,” he sits up, making sure not dumb enough to let you go. “I never thought I could feel this way… I feel as if my heart is purely attached to you. You have every right to take me as you please and I consent to it. I surrender myself to you entirely.”

you wipe his stray tears away, looking at him with fondness and a longing ache, wondering why he couldn’t talk highly of himself as he did for you. “Ko, would you believe me if I told you that I feel the same for you?”

this hits a nerve, it makes him falter. he stares at you and wonders why he can’t agree, he doesn’t know how it feels to be the person someone loves, to be on the receiving end of the relationship. you kiss him tenderly, almost enough to reboot his system. “we only accept the love we think we deserve. Nagito, I love you just as greatly as you love me.”

“and you’re not losing me.

that’s a promise.”

you watch as he starts to sob again, in pure disbelief that someone could love him so much. he wonders how he got so lucky, a thought that always reoccurs when he’s with you. “My hope, you have no idea how much I… I needed that” he whispers between shaky breaths.

“you deserve the love, Ko.” you sigh, enveloping him in your arms that seemed to heal him like they were your powers. “and I have so much love for you.”

“I don’t care if I have to fix you again and again, as long as you’re willing to get better.” you look into his eyes, searching those tear-filled beauties for an answer. “you want to be better, right?”

he nods.

“then you’re already doing great, my love” you kiss his forehead, he pulls you close. you lay next to each other again on the soft mattress of your bed and he clings onto you like a shipwreck survivor to a lifeline, eventually drifting off to sleep.

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dance with me / genshin boys x Fem! reader

genre : fluff <3 them inviting you to dance / teaching you how to dance and/or vice versa ^^

characters mentioned : kaeya thoma xiao zhongli diluc tighnari

notes : first genshin fic, it might not be super accurate to the characters lmk 😞 / didn't proofread... / this is very long! nicknames w thoma (bun) and tighnari (rosebud) (inspired by @pr3ttyboy-kuni 's hc post abt sumeru boys 🫡)

he peers at you through the tainted visual of his point of view, leaning against the archway as you stay prettying yourself by the vanity. kaeya smiles fondly, knowing someone as ethereal was his. in a way, he felt feeble minded- head completely blank as he stared at you while you modeled your newly made dress.

he stays silently observing, knowing that in a few minutes you'd be flaunting the very dress to him. not long after he gathered that prediction, you catch him staring and immediately burst into a wide grin. the way your face lit up from your eyes and your smile as you showed kaeya the way your dress twirled.

“beautiful, isn't it?” you chuckle

“both you and the dress, my love” he reaches out, enveloping you with his hands around your waist “who allowed you to look so gorgeous, hm? that could have serious consequences you know”

you laugh at his tactics, knowing very well you'd swoon over them. he loved showering you with compliments as you do with him, he found excitement and bliss when the stars rested on your eyes; and even though you know that he loves you, he always wants to prove himself.

“dance with me?” he offers his hand “you look so beautiful in that dress, it would be a shame not to show it off”

he guides your left hand along his shoulder as he holds the other with his own. you knew where this was going and you felt all giddy at the process. he smirks at you whilst you blush to yourself, kissing the crown of your head before humming a soft tune that guided your steps. he was always so charming with every move, knowing how to boost your ego a little higher. of course, he, thinks that's just how things should be.

“kiss me” you whisper, smiling up at him. you find the taint of soft pinks rush to his cheeks, adorable. he tilts his head with a raised eyebrow, returning to you a cocky grin.

“so straightforward, i see” he laughs “i love you”

he leans in and connects your lips, sending you above the clouds as if your life spun in slow motion and you were dancing in a fairytale. your hearts flutter, both of you wishing the moment would and never end. “i love you too”

“thoma, bun, come here!” you call from the living room. the male quickly averts his attention from knitting in the other room to the ringing sound of the call sign you've given each other. he walks by the hallway, hearing the sound of an upbeat song accompanied by backup vocals of a dance coach.

he peeks through the archway and laughs when he sees you dancing with full energy, busting every move you've been so attentively following from the TV screen. he felt like his sides were gonna rip apart as he hugs his stomach laughing. your ears perk at the sound of his voice and you look at his direction, soon bursting into laughter yourself.

“thoma, come on! join me!” you pull him next to you, still dancing the moves with precision and life. he watches you jump here and there, tapping your feet, and shaking your butt as you follow the video demo. he feels silly, but in that moment he could've sworn he'd fallen in love all over again. Thoma wasn't much of a dancer, not as much as you, but surely he'd be a fool to pass such an opportunity up.

he gets into the rhythm and starts to move alongside you, bopping his head as the music takes you both away. “WOO! bun, watch!” you yell, showing off a silly move you'd picked up from the video. he laughs almost uncontrollably as he mimicks the way your body moved, toppling over, but having so much fun nonetheless. that's all that really mattered. “where did you even find this video?”

he runs out of energy before you- which surprised both of you to an extent. he lets out a tired groan and slumps his body over yours, hugging you tight. you catch him and hug him back, disregarding the way both of you were sweaty “oh my tired thoma” you coo at him, making him blush and smile. “dancing is so tiring- if this was my work, i would've long passed away!” he laughs. thoma stays there for a little while, catching his breath and enjoying your embrace in the midst of how the reality is- both of you need to take a shower.

“alright, time to wash up. bun, wanna join me?”

there had been music accompanying the streets for a while, the melody of it amusing the entirety of liyue to burst into dance. it was gentle, like soft tides, the kind that left you calm and relaxed. xiao had wanted to enjoy the beauty of this song with you, though he found it extremely difficult to send his invite.

you catch him in your usual secluded area, overlooking the trees and houses that lit up with ambient lighting. the night sky was ever so comforting, all that was missing was him.

“xiao” you call, he turns. he sees you approaching and instantly unplugs himself from whatever daydream he was concluding. his arms rested on the rests of the balcony, eyes glued onto you against his own will. he felt starstruck. the way you look tonight as the breeze swayed your hair, if he weren't such a collected man- he would've fainted.

you stand next to him as the familiar song plays, resting your head on his shoulder. he wasn't the fondest of physical affection, yet he made plenty of exceptions for you (and you alone). you look up at him and catch a glimpse of a soft smile; he blushes, looking back at the night sky. you chuckle and reach out to hold his face, painting his lips with the color of your own as you kiss him tenderly. of course, this falters the man. xiao blushes and averts his eyes as you pull away, though don't misunderstand, he liked it more than anything.

“what was that for?” he huffs, incapable of keeping his cool. you kiss him by the cheek one last time and smile “just because.”

“i love this song” you mumble, not expecting him to hear it. he does, regardless. xiao thinks to himself, then looks at you.

“would you... like to dance?” he asks

you felt your heart melt then and there. as you look at the yaksha that asked the question so softly, you catch him blushing and looking away once again, looking as though embarrassed. you knew that took a lot for him to say, mostly because he wasn't the type to dance at all- slow dancing at that. xiao wouldn't mind you turning him down, though he really hoped you accepted. odds aligned by his favor and you hold his hand, nodding your head. “of course”

you place your hands around his neck and he holds your waist, almost melting into your touch as you gently caress his hair. he leans closer and you guide the two of you as you sway to the song. he looked so peaceful in such a state, you wanted to capture it. “i love you, xiao”

he blushes and rests his forehead on yours, lips ghosting as he mutters a soft “..i love you too”

you hum softly as you play your favorite song by the record player. it had the most elegant violin sounds, your favorite. the way it harmonized with the entire instrumental was always enough to put you at ease. you keep it playing as you work on your desk, completely occupied in your own little world.

you hear faint knocks by the door. before you could even register a response, the door opens and there peers your boyfriend, zhongli. he was holding a dessert, your favorite to be precise. he places it by your desk and immediately notices the song you were playing, clicking inside his head as he unlocks a memory. you barely notice the faint expression of surprise in his face as you dig in to the dessert after offering your thanks to zhongli (with a kiss on the cheek).

“i didn't know you made interest to this style of music, y/n” he sits by your desk, watching the record player. you smile at him and get up, sitting yourself on his lap to which he reacts wholesomely to. “is it a good thing?” , “of course”

you chuckle and ghost a smile while you look at him, making him blush a little. you looked so adorable, his heart was pounding. “care to dance with me?” you ask

“oh, I'm not quite acquainted to dancing-” , “shush! i got you, come on”

he hesitates, then looks at you. darn it. you flashed him your doe puppy eyes and it hit him straight to his heart. “come onnn, it's my favorite song!” you pleaded

he sighs, hoisting the both of you up in defeat. you smile at him, making sure to reassure him that his sacrifice is worth it. you guide his hands to where it needs to be and he blinks slowly as you two sway to the music. how beautiful, he looked so beautiful. he was listening to the music as he pulls you close to his chest, embracing you lovingly.

“i love you, darling” , “i love you more” you kiss him

diluc sighs to himself, tired from his job. being stuck all day at the dawn winery was exhausting work, especially during such a certain season. business was indeed booming; but that meant he had to spend less time with you. he hated that.

he closes the dawn winery and walks himself home, half expecting you to already be asleep. to his surprise, he finds you laying on the couch, hugging a pillow between your legs while you were reading. you take the book away from your face as you see diluc enter the front door, hair a little messy from him constantly tugging on it from stress here and there.

before you could greet him properly, diluc plops himself on you, gently taking the pillow away as he places himself in your embrace. something probably took over him, you didn't know whether to laugh or feel bad..

“welcome home, hon” you sit up, kissing his forehead. he closes his eyes and lays his head on your chest, not muttering a word of response. poor diluc, so tired.. “how was work?”

you expected a full on rant from him, yet all he gave you was a short groan followed by incoherent mumbling. you nod your head even though barely understanding a thing, taking off his hair tie to brush his soft red locks. diluc used to hate it when you did this, but he's grown a certain liking to it with how often you insisted.

you grab a brush by the coffee table within your reach and fix his long fluffy hair, keeping it down so it could breathe. “i should've passed by, huh” you say while you comb his hair with your fingers, playing with it a little. he would never admit this, but he loves when you would play with his hair lazily like so. it made him feel comforted, despite his character of being tough. every once in a while, he yearns such affection. he nods at your words, mumbling an agreement with his low and sleepy voice.

“you know what you need? an energizer.” you chuckle. he looks up at you and pulls away, crossing his arms. “i'm not dancing with you” he huffs.

awe man! he's got you all figured out!

“oh come on, hon! just so you're not so down in the dumps like this!” , “dear, I'm exhausted-” , “shhhhh that's why we gotta do this”

try as hard as he might, he couldn't refuse your offer. you always insisted on cheering him up, even when all he needed was a kiss from time to time. you kiss him softly and he does the same, pulling you close as his hand supported your back. you pull away after a short while, leaving diluc wanting more. he rolls his eyes “alright. fine.”

you clap your hands and get up, getting your favorite recording from your favorite band. the music that you fancied was a little- no, greatly far from diluc's own personal taste; but he never made you stop listening to it, even tho he silently wished you would. you pull him up from the couch and start swaying from side to side, bringing in the energy to share.

the room immediately lights up at the sight of your smile, making him chuckle to himself. ‘adorable’ he thought.

“like this, see?” you demonstrate, giving him a few dance moves to follow along. diluc sighs, deeply reluctant to move the way you asked him to. he would've preferred to slow dance you, but he realized he might've passed out in between the song. he knew no outsider would see you two dancing, yet he was still shy. you, of course, didn't want to let that slip aside.

“i'm not kissing you till you dance, hon” you scoff, knowing such a threat would provoke diluc's inner demons. he loves your kisses, especially on tiring work days. this was a mission.

he begins to rock his body by the beat alongside you, gently swaying as you held his hand. he twirls you around in a slightly annoyed and highly embarrassed manner, refusing instantly when you ask to do the same for him.

he blushes as he thinks to himself, knowing this was oddly enough a great way to destress. he catches himself smiling while you dance with him, the ringing of the upbeat music being a great light to show off your beauty. you two enjoyed the rest of the song, knowing serenity and bliss is wherever you two are together. cheesy.

you laugh and push a few strands of red hair off of his face before pulling him close for a long kiss. “i love you, hon.” , “i love you. let's go sleep, please”

you yawn as you watch tighnari write inside his notebook for his studies, sitting himself between your legs with his head gently nested on your right thigh. his ears slightly twitch at the sound of your yawn, alerting him to look at you. as he nods his head back to see your face, he feels a little sad as he watches you close your eyes by your seat. for one, he realized you were snoozing on his daily lectures about botany. "wake up sleepyhead!" he calls, tapping a pencil to your cheek. "argh! nari!" you whine

"dozing off hm? my rosebud, you're helping me research are you not? no sleeping till we're done or else I'll quiz you on this when we get home."

"I knowww, It's just- so comfy here... the sounds of the forest makes me sleepy" you rub your eyes and take a short breath "why don't we do something fun?" , "...this is fu-" , "nooooo! come on, please?"

he puffs his cheeks in a slightly agitated look, wanting to say no to you- which he almost did; but his heart thinks twice as you lean down and give him a small Spider-Man kiss, petting his soft hair after pulling away. "hey, I know what you're trying to do." , "did it work?" , "...yes" he mumbles in defeat. he was always more soft spoken towards you, not to mention- super clingy. he sets his notebook aside and wraps his tail around your leg.

"you're a fortunate lady, y/n. now tell me what you want to do before I change my mind"

he's always so sassy, it makes you laugh. sure, he intimidates you at times, but he's too cute that you end up smiling regardless. you pet his ears as you think of a way to pass time and he leans into your gentle touch "hmm- ooh! why don't we dance? like- right here!"

immediately, he let's out a scoff and crosses his arms. now he decides then and there that no amount of affection would get him to dance in the middle of the forest. he's not a big dancer, but you found it adorable when he waddles from left to right. “dance? have i ever fazed you as a dancer, my love? surely you're joking. hey now, don't give me that look! just because you kissed me doesn't mean i- ... oh alright fine”

you help him up and wrap your arms around his neck, making him a little flustered. though tighnari was surprisingly super flirty, he fails to retaliate with a witty response as you leave him absolutely speechless with how gorgeous you looked. it takes him a moment or two before he catches himself, blinking a few. “have you always been so radiant? is it the effect of the shade over treetops?” he smiles, wrapping his tail around you gently as you two sway to music only the two of you can hear.

“you're a flatterer, nari” , “oh? so you'd rather i stand in silence while your beauty goes unnoticed? rosebud, you're beyond fortunate that I love you so much. so much so to consent to this dance session.”

you laugh and kiss him softly. this of course, sending poor tighnari's heart into a marathon. you rest your head on his chest as you pull away and carefully listen to his heartbeat as you make it the sound of your song. “i love you too” you mumble, closing your eyes as you melt in his embrace.

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hii ! decided to change my pinned post bc I'll be writing for my genshin kins also ToT gave into temptation</3

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im out here as a nagito kin being like “why do i kin this guy” as i write my little stories for him

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Nagito x GN reader / standing up for him

genre/description: angst/fluff ??, non-despair high school AU / sticking up for nagito after he gets bullied and taking care of him ^^

notes/warnings: (didn't get to proofread) there's not much focus on the standing up for him part, it's more detailed on the taking care of him T__T also this is a little rushed but i hope you enjoy udfahdaidsad tteoknagi comeback / 2,046 words

"um, Nagito?" you tap his shoulder, resting your arms on his school desk. he seemed lost in thought, strands of hair ghosted over his eyes, covering any sign for you to read. he flinches as you shake him gently, just enough to fully catch his attention. he averts his gaze from the window, looking as though stray tears were bound to escape his eyes any second- like he was some puppy who'd lost his owner. maybe he was, in a way, a puppy- a very sad one. he was always dwelling like this during class and nobody had any idea why. he'd been sulking for days, barely speaking. "here's your paper.." you hand it to him sighing softly before moving back to your seat.

"he's acting strange" you pout your lips, ticking your pen as your brain seems to gravitate on Nagito. you hadn't cared for him at all until this week. somehow his- different than usual- odd behavior was intriguing. your seatmate, Ibuki, let's out a laugh from her chest. "You kidding? he's always strange, isn't he?" , "well- yeah but,, oh I don't know"

the school bell rings and the teacher dismisses the class. part of you wants to follow Nagito along, wanting to ask him about how he is. it's stupid, really. you never really paid attention to him till recent so, you weren't expecting him to entertain you so easily; but you wanted to take your chances anyway. you pack your bags and watch him leave the room early. in that moment, you hesitate. you feel as though you had a devil and an angel debating on your shoulders. 'Oh for fuck's sake' you brush your thoughts away, putting on your bag and running after him.

had you lost him already? you look around along the corridors and see no sign of where his feet wandered off to. you huff, placing your hands on your hips as you scan the place for a route to where he may have left traces. you felt like some sort of spy, which you kind of were! you carefully walk outside, near the hallway heading for the gym where a bunch of athletes usually go to practice. to your surprise, you see Nagito, huddled by a bunch of unfamiliar people above your grade. they were ganging up on him.

he was bundled, hugging his legs as he was cornered around the vending machine. he had his bag tossed to the side and his books were scattered all across the pavement. his eyes were watery, hands shaking as he tried to plead for the guys to leave his poor self alone. what could they possibly want from someone like Nagito? he's not popular, he's not overflowingly rich, he's not a genius who does your stupid homework- it's heartbreaking!

you stand there, frozen as the guys push and kick him, laughing at how his body hits the metal. he was coughing with every second, obviously finding it difficult to even gather a moment to breathe. it all makes sense now. no wonder he's been acting strange. your nose twitches at the thought of what they could've done or said to Nagito to make him change his usual behavior. he wasn't always the bothered type, he was eccentric- an optimistic kind of eccentric. In hindsight, you should've seen this coming a mile away. nobody just switches drastically over nothing, not Nagito, you knew that much of him.

you straighten the straps of your bag, collecting all the energy in you to face those bullies- which were 5 older guys. a bit redundant, you thought. that's way too many guys to be picking on a poor boy like Nagito- he's absolutely helpless in his state. you dash towards them with your bag in hand, swinging it across two of the guys, causing them to fumble back. you push the rest of them away, threatening them with a spray bottle in your hand. pepper spray? not really. though it surely fooled them.

"leave him alone!" you yell, proceeding to threaten them with the spray bottle and kicks here and there. sure, they were bigger than you and Nagito combined; but you had the guts that he seemed to lack, shielding him with whatever might you seemed to bust out. the guys look at you in disbelief, a mix of rage and straight confusion tainting their faces. they bite back, threatening to hurt you as well; but luckily, almost as if on cue, a teacher walks in and witnesses everything.

in about 5 minutes or so, the entirety of a mess gets cleaned up and the teacher escorts the guys out. yes, the scene lacks the detail of how they were dealt with; but they don't really matter to you. Nagito hugs his stomach his body aches throughout, taking slow and shaky breaths. you look at him with a fond look of sincere pity and somehow guilt for not sticking up sooner. though, you're here now, and that corroborates the fact that you helped nonetheless.

you grab your bag and place it next to him, letting him lean on it as you collect his own belongings that have been going through an adventure of their own. you place his own things on an end a little more next to you, making sure there's enough place for you to examine him and his injuries. "are- are you okay?" you falter, holding your hand across his arm to make sure he's not seriously hurt "I mean- I know you aren't but-"

"you...stood up for me" he mutters, bowing his head down as he let his body fall on your bag. he sounded ashamed of himself, you could hear it in his voice. he wipes a tear and shakes his head, dismissing whatever idea he was having and he shows you his arms. he plasters a small smile that soon grew into a fond grin. "I'm alright" he says softly. you knew he wasn't. he's so... unusual.

you scoot closer to him and scan his arms, then his face. you hesitantly run your soft hands across his forehead, brushing away his hair to see his face clearly. you see a small bruise on his cheek. had he been punched so hard? you feel your heart shatter at the sight of him- at this state- smiling. you press your lips to a line, taking a sharp inhale before softly placing your palm on his cheek; he lets himself melt into your touch, almost unwillingly. it just felt right.

"why were they hurting you?" you ask, still holding his face. his hands fall on his lap as he sat cross legged, fidgeting with his knees a little. he refuses to meet your eyes as you caress his bruise gently. did it hurt him? you didn't know. he seemed to just let you even if it did. "I... I don't know why. they just do." he sighs "I must deserve it."

"no, you don't! nobody does!" you gasp, brows furrowed. he jumps slightly at the sound of you raising your voice, a little scared that he's made you mad. you quickly notice and soften your look, retracting your hand. that didn't help him much.

he liked the way your hand held his face, it felt comforting in a way. you sigh and look beside you, noticing the vending machine. your eyes light up and you take out your wallet, inserting a bill inside the machine and getting a cold drink. it wasn't for you or him to drink though, you wanted it to serve as some sort of cold compress for him. you hold it by his face, not paying any mind to your distance from him which barely existed at this point. he blushes red, taking a mental note of the way you're this close to him and how this would be on his mind for who knows how long.

he feels himself calm down, almost ignoring the pain that he was in. he has a pretty high tolerance to it, but it still hurts. your scent lingers about and the soft wind sways your hair. you looked beautiful, especially to Nagito. he hadn't seen you this close before. sure, he'd known about you, seen you around, talk to you every now and then. but you were never this ethereal from memory, he didn't know what to say. simply the act of someone even caring for a person like him was enough- more than enough- to send his heart into a frenzy. he was spinning, overwhelmed with appreciation for you as you place the cold can on his cheek to where your hand once was. sadly, he still preferred your touch, as weird that may be to admit.

he carefully takes your other hand and places it on his other cheek as though of instinct. you feel yourself blush this time, though you don't pull away. you look at his eyes, stargazing under those lost orbs that seemed beautiful to you alone. he quickly averts his gaze, a little embarrassed. you chuckle softly, finding his actions cute "what do you say I walk you home?" you smile

"I know it's been a long day, you should rest and make sure those bruises heal. I'm just glad you're okay now, that I was able to help when I could"

he feels his eyes water. he looked like a kid, it was sad but he looked adorable. you wipe his tear away with your thumb and he scoffs with a soft, fond smile. "thank you... you didn't have to" , "but I did. I couldn't let them do that to you, not today and not ever! nobody should get away with that."

he smiles slightly at your energy. you were twice the person he was and he kind of admired you that way. you were more than just a bystander, you helped him. and even though he thinks to himself that he was just purely lucky, that he didn't deserve that help at all, he would be always grateful for your act of kindness.

"now come on, let's go before the sun sets! I have a curfew!" you laugh, standing up and holding your hand out for him. he takes your hand with his own as he uses his other one to hold the can still on his face. "what do you say we hang out tomorrow?"

"w-well, you don't have to guard me.." , "what? no no! I mean, as friends!"

he shakes his head and you both walk outside of the campus, talking along the sidewalk. he limps here and there, but he walks fine. "you want to be friends with a nobody like me?" he sighs, hugging his bag close to him. you nod your head and look up at him as you walk, a faint twinkle in your eyes that mirrored on his own. he notices that enthusiasm that remained in you even as you were beside a worthless guy like him, that's what he thinks.

the two of you reach his house not long after. he tells you to leave him by the gate. he combs his hair and lets out a sigh, bowing his head down. his hidden eyes were losing its glow, looking as though he doesn't want you to go just yet. after all, he's never really had anyone stand up for him. it makes you more and more curious of him, eager to get to know the Nagito that stood before you. "do you... want me to leave?" you say softly, almost as a whisper. he thinks to himself for a good 3 seconds, clutching his bag between his folded arms, hugging it as close to him as possible. he raises his head a little to meet your eyes, only to find out you've been staring at him all this time with that same spark. you didn't want to leave him either. not now at least.

"Not really, I don't." he shrugs "but, we'll see each other tomorrow right?" he smiles. you can see the light pink taint his pale face, looking radiant despite everything that goes against him. you chuckle, in awe "definitely!". somehow, in an odd but adorable way, you knew this would be the start of a wholesome relationship.

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Hiii look who's back

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hello T^T

it has been nearly a month omygod!

so sorry for the inactivity, school is getting heavier and i have loads of work to do:( Please stay tuned for what i release, i'll be back! thank you!

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Announcement <3

hello! Niku here, just dropping by to say I have a bunch of drafts here that I'm so excited to post but due to school starting, I might not be able to squeeze in a whole lot of time to do such. I will be writing and updating constantly so do stay tuned. Just a brief overview of what I'm working on: Kokichi Ouma x Reader - fluff where he slowly falls in love with the reader Nagito Komaeda - angst where you die in the kg and he goes through the grief of losing you Kokichi Ouma - angst falling for somebody you're not supposed to

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hiii can i request a Nagito or Togami (whichever u like!) fic where they're reacting to their s/o feeling insecure about themselves? Btw i love your writing!

this is cute! I want to try writing both but here's your Togami ver! Tysm for enjoying my work! sending hugs >&lt;

When you're insecure / Togami x GN reader

genre/description: slight angst / byakuya comforting you when you feel insecure notes/warnings: insecurities, slight cursing

You begin to fidget with your face, poking areas and features you always hated. You were always so troubled and anxious about your nose and the bags under your eyes specifically. They always made you want to hide, conceal everything till you felt numb and inhuman.

your heart began to shatter as you looked at yourself in the mirror. These tiny details that nobody else sees, eating you alive till your mind rots in your unrealistic standards. That wasn't all. You were always so self-conscious about your body as well, making everything worse.

you felt your emotion swaying, eyes growing bloodshot as your breaths get shaky.

you had been locking yourself in your room for days, ignoring the maids and family calls. You only ever accepted one person to check up on you, your boyfriend, Byakuya Togami.

faint knocks echo from outside, causing you to jump in surprise. A deep and stern voice calls your name, the tone of worry lingering with every word. "Y/N, let me in. I have something for you."

Togami was never an expert in the ways of wooing. You were the first person he'd actually fallen in love with; Togami was determined to try his hardest to comfort you in your lowest points. You open the door, greeting him with puffy and tainted cheeks as his expression dulled.

He guides himself to hold your gaze, following your shaken eyes. He gives you the slice of cheesecake he had prepared, topped with your favorite fruit. Togami wasn't the best at gift-giving, preparing food most of all. He never cooked for himself growing up, having housemaids cater to him; But he knew your favorite food, so he tried his hardest to make it for you.

"This is unsound, Y/N" he utters, holding you close as you sit the plate of food aside. You look at him, then back at the mirror. Pathetic. You were just as ugly as the people said you were. You don't deserve to be with Togami. Not one bit.

"I'm so ugly" you cried, melting into your own palms as your knees buckle with uncontrollable emotions. You felt crushed from inside out, inner demons attacking every inch of you. Of course, it hurt Byakuya. He was in so much pain just by watching you cry. He was never much for vague gestures, but he wanted to do something to help you. Regardless of how it could change his demeanor.

He pulls you close into an embrace, rubbing your back soothingly as he tries with all his might to calm you down. "That's enough, love." he pledged "Tell me what's hurting you"

"I'm fucking ugly, Togami..." you bury your face in his clothes, sniffling here and there as you stutter "I don't deserve to be with you... you could have someone better anyways"

He clicks his tongue, brows furrowing as he turns you to face yourself in the mirror.

he places his hands sternly on your shoulders, whispering as lovingly as possible to calm you. "I refuse to let you let you talk to yourself like that." he kisses your shoulder "Look at you..."

"you are beyond stunning with every piece of you that you have." he elaborated, gently fixing your messy hair. "and I'm not leaving till you tell yourself that you are beautiful."

you gaze blankly at yourself, eyes darting your insecurities one by one. Togami knew the parts where you felt worst about; he loved nothing more than to remind you of how much he loved them.

"my Y/N..." he stares at you, fondness in his eyes. Togami was never big on expressing affection, that was a given. You were probably the only exception since he always pushed through his own boundaries for you. That was his way of showing his love.

Togami was known for his straightforward, rude, egotistic, and high-maintenance personality that always brushed people off the wrong way. But to you, he was always ready to better himself and behave in his own prideful manners. He was less cranky and more loving. Breaking his own walls and walking into love led by the heart, not the head.

"I don't care what they think, what the others say about you." Togami blushes lightly "To me, you are perfect."

you wanted to dissolve then and there. He was always so soft-spoken to you, as though he had the greatest weakness and strength in your presence.

you blink back your tears, letting out a hushed chuckle before smiling in defeat. "I... I'm beautiful" you choked, overwhelmed as you shift your feet.

Togami smirks, satisfied as he kisses your cheek. "you are. And the most beautiful at that." he turns you towards him, making you swoon. "Never forget. Understood?"

He grabs the cheesecake he offered you earlier, patting your head before leaving it in your hands. "Do you want me to stay with you?", you nod your head. He sits down with you on the bed as you eat, a few shaky breaths still passing by your lips that calm themselves over time.

"If someone tells you that you are anything short of perfection, I want you to let me know. I'll end that bastard." he sighs, rubbing your back comfortingly. You nod your head in response, taking in spoonfuls of food one after the other.

"eat as much as you like, love." he pats your head "...I love you."

"I love you too... Thank you, Togami."

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can i request some fluff/comfort between servant nagito and reader after the tragedy? thank you!

Hello anon! I'm not very familiar with servant Nagito so I probably can't comply:( However, I can accept other requests if you have some more ideas ><

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hey niku ^^ Just wanted to ask why you don't write for the other danganronpa games/series asides from v1,2, and 3? /gen. I wanted to request a komaru x reader but then I read your pinned post (its totally okay btw!)

Hi anon! Thank you for asking T__T I stay writing DRV1, SDR2, and DRV3 alone because I only ever got into those (I mean, really diving deep into characters and the plot if that makes sense) I do however know Ultra Despair Girls, along with the others, however, I haven't fully wrapped my head around them:( Also! You can request me anything else that fit my guidelines >< so sorry I cant complete your komaru request!

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do u do requests?:)

I do! (for now) I can do requests as long as they follow the guidelines in my pinned post regarding genre/fandom/and characters I write for! ^^ 🌼 also, since this is my first ask, I'd like to say that I'll be putting the tag #talknagi to answered asks <3 for fun hehe

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Little ones / Nagito x Fem reader

genre/description: fluff, non-despair AU / having twins and taking care of them with Nagito (I melt every time at the idea!)

notes/warnings: Nagito may be a little ooc but keep in mind that he's a dad here and has so much love in his heart! / i might include a part 2!

You had always been so eager to have kids, you've always seen yourself being a mom in the future. Holding little palms, buying little clothes, and raising your own mini-you.

Your husband, Nagito, also loved the idea of having kids. Of course, he wasn't very easy to convince. He always assumed and believed nobody would want to have little ones with him. Not until you stated your pleads and convinced him.

He was always so self-deprecating, and always looked down on himself. But when it came to you and your family, his love always outweighed his despairs.

Twins.

Two 5-year-olds, one girl and one boy. Hope, which Nagito named, and Hiro. The two munchkins life had blessed you with.

hope was Nagito's favorite thing. It was no surprise that Nagito had considered that as your daughter's name. He absolutely adored Hope, but that doesn't mean he has a favorite child!

You feel light pats on your shoulder, waking you up in the morning, the sun had risen but your spirits have not. After all, you weren't much of a sunrise person. You rub your eyes, half awake as you turn to see who had woken you up to greet you good morrow.

Hiro was standing by your bed, wearing his pajamas with his morning bed hair, looking so adorable. "wake up, momma! We're hungryyyy!" he whined, shaking you lightly with his tiny hands.

you laugh as you sit yourself up, ruffling his hair before picking him up and sitting him beside you. The kids and their attitude were always enough to influence your own mood as well, meaning just hearing the hungry cries of your son, you begin to realize just how hungry yourself. You hear faint whining from the other side, turning your head, you find Hope waking up his father.

"Dadda!" she calls, poking his cheek "Hiro! he's not waking up-- Dadda's not waking up!"

you scoot closer to Nagito and kiss him softly on the cheek, earning a laugh from the male who was only pretending to stay asleep.

"I'm up!" he consented while laughing, kissing you before turning his attention to the kids.

Your heart always melted for little mornings like this. The short moments of bliss in having the family you had always wanted, cuddled up for you to love.

"Come on, hun, I can make breakfast today" you pat Nagito's back, winking at him before you all leave to the kitchen, carrying the kids in your arms.

As your hands stay tied preparing breakfast, the three decide to play in the living room. Seeing as it was a Saturday, you decided it was alright for all three of them to just stay in their pajamas and play all morning.

Nagito fiddles with the toys, unable to piece them together. Hiro laughs, offering help to his struggling dad. "Dadda, like this!" he confided, carefully assembling the toy together, almost as if he was an expert with his tiny fingers.

"These kids... they're so cool" Nagito mutters to himself, laughing at his own dilemma.

You nodded your head at him, smiling fondly. He was always so adorable around the kids. He was so dear, a natural with kids regardless of how his childhood lacked pieces as a puzzle.

You felt your heart soften, watching the three people you loved more than anything, Laughing and huddling close to one another. Family.

"Hun, Kids, breakfast is ready!" you call.

as though excited little animals, the three rush over to the dining table, sitting themselves down in behaved manners with twinkling eyes as you serve them the freshly prepared waffles.

"Strawberries for Hiro, only syrup for Hope." you kiss their heads, giving them their favored toppings "and a kiss for you, my love?"

Nagito blushes, looking as though he was never bound to get used to your affection no matter how many years pass. The apple of his cheeks glowed with pink as he smiles with his eyes, leaving you melting.

you squeal a little, unable to contain your own energy as you hug him, kissing his head. "You're so cute" you gushed, tangling your fingers in his soft hair.

"Momma!" The kids whine, making you and Nagito laugh in embarrassment. "what~?" you tease "can't your momma love her husband, hm?"

you cup Nagito's cheeks, giving him a gentle but loving peck before glaring cheekily at the kids. The twins gag playfully and cover their eyes, doing what kids do.

Nagito chuckles and kisses your cheek "okay, love, the kids have suffered enough from our clinginess." , "we're young, we're in love, you kids will understand in time" you laugh, walking over to your seat to eat breakfast of your own.

after more chattering than eating at the dining table, you all head to spend the rest of your morning as a Family with plenty of time and minds with endless imagination. Playing with toys, playing pretend, running around the house, and everything that danced in the definition of the word fun.

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Mornings with Nagito / Komaeda x GN reader

genre/description: Fluff, non-despair AU / clingy boyfriend Nagito waking up with you and doing skincare <3

notes/warnings: self-deception (from Nagito), 1072 words

The morning rays shine through the windows, the natural lighting beautifully hitting your boyfriend as he fades into view.

you rub your eyes tiredly, looking around the room till your eyes fall on your boyfriend, Nagito, hugging you close. His arms were loose around your waist but tight enough that you couldn't slip away.

his skin was pale yet radiant, hair messy but gorgeous. He was a living painting in your eyes, belonging to an art gallery yet he stayed asleep in your arms.

he always preferred being spooned and locked around you as it makes him feel safe and secure. You loved holding him too, giving him small kisses here and there as you drift to sleep. It was heaven on earth.

you kiss his head, subtle as you might wake him up. he raises his head, eyes slowly opening. You felt your heart beat quicken, staring at his sleepy gray-green eyes that always had hearts drawn inside.

you were like a sweet tooth and he stung you so good. He was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, no matter what state he was in.

unfortunately, he didn't see the same in himself.

"good morning" you smile at him, your fond eyes meeting his own. He blushes lightly, taking a few seconds to register the situation.

"my hope, a-aren't I too close?" he stutters, arms slowly retracting themselves from you. You shake your head and pull him back, kissing his forehead to reassure him. He always looked down on himself, thinking he never deserves any form of affection, regardless of how much he yearned for it.

He was always so touch deprived, sensitive too. You brush his hair away from his face, tucking the long strands behind his ear as he looks at you with shaking eyes.

"It's alright, love. It's always alright if you're close to me" you affirm, calming down his nervous figure. He nods slowly, hugging you close once again. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and you tangle your hands in his beautiful messy hair.

"I'm so selfish... keeping you all morning like this" He scoffs, sounding a bit ashamed of himself. "yet I don't want you to go...not yet"

you pull away, still holding him but far enough for your eyes to meet once again. He was teary-eyed, looking ever so touched by your gaze and words alone. You cup his cheeks, smiling warmly at him. "oh, my puppy" you cooed

"Why don't we get ready together? Afterward, we can cook pancakes!" You kiss his nose "does that sound good to you?"

he blushes "Me?" he holds your hands with his own, caressing them with his thumbs as he dives deep into thought. He always questioned why you asked him for his opinion, seeing as he always considered him and his thoughts irrelevant and useless.

"yes, you. Nagito, your opinions are always important to me. No matter what they're about. Your thoughts are important" you sit up "What do you say? Should we go?"

Nagito looks at you as he stayed laying down, admiring how beautiful you looked after just waking up. He loved you so much, he could never say no to you, he loved everything you did anyways.

he sits up and scoots behind you, hugging you from the back and resting his chin on your shoulder. He was always so clingy, hanging onto you like his life depended on it. You always find him so adorable when he reaches out for you, his love overcoming his fears and insecurities.

"I'd like that" he purrs, kissing your cheek. You giggle and stand up, holding his hand as the two of you head to the bathroom.

you grab a headband, the adorable fluffy ones with animal ears. Nagito had long hair, so washing his face would be a little bothersome with all the strands getting in the way. You chuckle, watching him put it on.

"the cat ears suit you!" you laugh, kissing his cheek.

he chuckles, a little shy. He loved earning kisses and laughs from you, so no matter what he may look like, he felt rewarded.

You put on a headband yourself, making sure your hair doesn't get in the way either. You hand Nagito your foaming cleanser, a cheeky grin on your face. "you remember me using this, right?" , "I do. You looked adorable" he smiles

you gesture for him to nod his head a little lower, his height making it hard for you to put the cleanser on him. You apply it gently on his face, massaging it around his soft cheeks. He closes his eyes, allowing you to work. Your heart melts at his pretty face.

"wah... this feels" he mumbles, lost in his own world. "this feels nice, Y/N."

you apply some on your own face, quickly enough so that you can rinse it off together. After washing your faces, applying moisturizer, sunscreen, etc., you see Nagito looking at himself in the mirror.

You sit on the bathroom counter, brushing his hair as he stood in front of you. His eyes were focused on the glass, looking as though he was finally seeing himself in another light.

"You look so pretty, Nagito" you kiss him. He blushes at your remark, looking away from the mirror and back into your eyes. His body slightly crouched down to meet your height as you sat. You chuckle, putting down the brush and hugging him soothingly.

"I love you" you whisper, inhaling his soft natural scent like dried flowers, fragrant and gentle.

"I love you too, my hope." he chokes out, crying slightly. "I don't deserve you at all..."

"to have you take care of me all the time... I'm so useless" he tightens his grip around you, burying his face in your shirt.

you rub your hand up and down on his back, soothingly. Nagito is an easily moved person. The simple ecstasy in your actions enough to send him overwhelmed with so much love.

"No, baby. You deserve me." you hummed "I love taking care of you. I always will."

you pull yourself away, face to face with Nagito. You wipe his tears away, kissing his forehead. "I love you so much, Nagito. Come on, let's make breakfast, okay?"

He sighs, relieved and calmed down. His eyes never depart from yours as he stares at you with all the love he could possibly offer. "okay."

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crying

i wrote this rlly cute fluff oneshot about nagito and then tumblr let me down and i lost it this is so heartbreaking