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isola-affiliated and semi-selective makoto naegi

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Yosuke feels so free with the wind in his hair. This new bike rides like a dream. His fun’s about to be cut short, however. He’s too caught up in the feeling to notice the person that’s stepped out in front of him–

–and now they both lay on the ground.

“Crap!” Yosuke sits up and looks at his unfortunate victim. “You okay, dude?”

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“y-yeah, i’m fine... i’ve dealt with worse,” he offers a weak smile, holding his throbbing head. it all happened so fast, the full extent of the pain isn’t hitting him just yet. he’ll definitely be feeling it tomorrow though...

suddenly, his eyes widen, concern etched onto his face, “w-wait! what about you!? i really hope you're not hurt or anything, i should’ve looked before crossing...” leave it to makoto to worry about others, even with injuries of his own. 

scrambling up on his feet, he holds his hand out to the younger teen, “here, can you stand?”

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despairnecessities‌:

For a full minute? No response. Not even a twitch of movement. You’d be forgiven for thinking Monokuma had shut down completely. 

… Of course, you would be wrong. Proven as such, when the robo-bear whipped out a notebook. And a pen. Wait, was he- 

“The… The original protagonist!” He sounded absolutely ecstatic. “I’ll answer every question, but first, please: AUTOGRAPH!” 

… Huh.

... uh... makoto fidgeted as he watched the bear go stock-still, awkwardness beginning to overpower the fear he was feeling earlier. should he just... leave? was the person behind this planning to make their big entrance?

before he could say anything though, monokuma moved in a blur and...!

“w-what!?” he looked to the notebook, then to monokuma, then back again. that went on for a few more confused seconds as he tried to (unsuccessfully) piece everything together. “i’ve had enough of your dumb jokes! don’t act like you aren’t some kind of evil puppet-thing!” his ahoge drooped alongside his current emotions, but despite everything, he picked up the book and signed it for the bear... “o-okay, now answer my questions! you promised!”

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lunarreprise‌:

She had approached the piano, mostly out of habit. She found herself drawn to it, whether or not she intended to be. Today, it seemed someone else had gotten there first. A boy about her age. It wasn’t too often she stumbled upon others who appreciated a piano. Despite being a professional, she knew well how difficult it could be. Even she doubted her skills.

Kaede blinked as he pulled back from the keys. “Ah, did I startle you?” she questioned, fidgeting with her hair. She shook her head in response to a question. “No, not all..!” It wasn’t as if she owned the piano anyhow. “I just thought you looked like you were having fun,” she explained. She smiled brightly, hands folding together behind her back, “Do you like the piano?”

"o-oh! it’s not your fault, i’m just a little jumpy, i guess,” he smiled back at her, nervousness ebbing away. this girl must’ve been a music enthusiast based on her whole outfit’s motif, so he was glad she wasn’t laughing at him or anything.

for some reason, her smile made him feel totally at ease, like she had this unexplainable chill aura... kind of like sayaka, actually. “pianos are calming and all, but i’m more of ‘singing in the shower’ kind of guy myself. my little sister would tease me about it all the time though,” honestly, mentioning his sibling always made him a bit sad, but he quickly covered it up with a small laugh, rising from the piano’s seat. “what about you? do you play any instruments?”

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aqulus‌:

  She felt some ease wash over her heart the moment she saw him. She didn’t care what time he was from - Makoto was Makoto was Makoto. It didn’t matter to her and a smile immediately crosses her features, a hand already raised up in greeting.

   “…ah, right” she starts, with a chuckle. “You…appear to be from after we escaped from Kibougamine. This…will be hard to wrap your mind around, however…” She scratches her neck. “I’m a Kyouko from almost 3 years ahead of the one you’re aware of. From the future essentially,” her eyes maintain a hint of amusement. As if she knew something he didn’t. “Time works a bit odd here. Thus how our…dead companions can be here and other obscenities. I’m pleased to see you regardless, M-” she pauses. Right. Not there yet. “…Naegi-kun.”

his initial surprise dies down with her explanation-- not saying it made any of it seem less wild, but it made more sense than kyouko just growing nearly half a foot taller... kinda. he began to wonder, in the wayyy back of his mind, how much he changed in the the future (was he cooler? does he get buff?). but, uh, that wasn’t really his business right now, was it?

he also couldn’t help but notice that kyouko seemed more open than he remembered. it was nice, actually. “the future... okay, that makes sense”- not really -“but yeah! i’m really glad you’re here, kirigiri-san! whether you’re from my time or not, you’re still you, so... that’s what matters.” maybe that was a little forward of him to say, but kyouko was really important to him (they’ve been through so much together, after all). he wiped away at a small tear, smiling brightly at his friend, “i hope that doesn’t make anything awkward for you though, it’s probably weird to see me all tiny again. should i try acting older to make it easier on you?”

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✝ : cold golden eyes scan the other. small, rather meek in demeanor, ridiculous hair– he reminded him of someone. it is impolite to stare, but when it came to these things, manners weren’t all that important.

“hm… the aura you radiate is rather… familiar. a type that people depend on. a leader. you comfort people with simply your presence, and you are what keeps them together. or perhaps that is my imagination, kukuku.” 

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huh... well this was definitely... uncomfortable. he was used to eccentric people and all by now, but that didn’t make him any less put off by this person’s stare. not to mention he was super tall. like, mega tall. 

“my aura...? i-if you say so,” queue his daily dose of vitamin b (b for blush). it was a little embarrassing hearing someone describe him so nicely, especially a stranger. "i’m not anything special though, just your average teenager, i guess. but... thanks, it’s kind of cool that i give off that vibe,” he let out an awkward laugh of his own, fidgeting with the zipper of his hoodie.

“um... i can’t read auras, but you seem really... wise? d-don’t worry, it’s a compliment! like a really smart manga character or something.”

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“That’s right, bad guys deserve love too!”

“Chances are, they’ve got tons of bling even if they have no looks whatsoever!”

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“b-but is it really love if you’re only in it for the bling!? that sounds unhealthy.........”

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@ultmatehope​

Shuichi would recognize that spiky hair anywhere. Not only had Tsumugi cosplayed this boy several times in the final trial, but he had false memories imprinted inside of him where he met the adult version of this boy. A survivor of the killing game, the two of them had been through similiar experiences after all. 

Shuichi stopped him in the middle of the street looking directly at him. He still did not know if what Tsumugi had told him was real, or not, but this did look like the genuine article. The real Makoto Naegi. The ultimate and original main character to end all main characters. 

Shuichi was far too cerebral and the type to get lost in thought, which was why it took him a moment to realize that he had been closely staring at this boy for quite some time now without saying a word. This was kind of um… awkward… did the other boy think he was a weirdo. “N-no you’re wrong! I’m not weird, or a stalker!” Shuichi immediately defended hiself, before the other could say anything. “Um… I mean… you’re Makoto Naegi right? You’re a lot… shorter than I expected.” 

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makoto shifted his weight between his legs, back and forth, trying to think of something to say to the guy analyzing him. it was kinda strange, but the stranger thing was that he was getting used to being stared at by people he didn’t know! still, before he could even get a word out, the goth boy burst out a plea in self-defense!

“whoa! i didn’t think you were a stalker or anything, don’t worry!” he did think he was a little weird though. “but yeah, that’s me... a-and i’m going to just... ignore that comment about my height, by the way...” his height was often the butt of jokes already, so he attempted to shrug it off this time (keyword: attempted). it wasn’t his fault other boys were so tall! there had to be some guy shorter than him, at least!

“wait! i don’t mean to be rude, but do i know you?” he scratched at the back of his neck, now realizing a huge contradiction here, “did one of my friends tell you about me, or...? s-sorry, i’ve just never seen you before, i think!”

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arcade--rabbit‌:

“Hmm…?”

Slowly, maybe a bit too much so, the pink-haired girl turned to Makoto, a questionable and…sleepy look on her face. She looked a bit lethargic for someone who was hovering over a game store’s display. She tilted her head to the side, eyes empty yet focused, as if she were processing what he said a second time.

“I’m sorry…I’ve actually never heard of that game…but that will probably change soon,” she added with a slight bit of determination added into her tone. After giving an affirmative nod, she gazed at him. 

And then she squinted her eyes. And then she blinked.

“Wait…” She stepped a bit closer to him, trying to make sure her theory was plausible. “…Who are you?”

wow... this girl was really sleepy, huh? makoto couldn’t help but wonder if it was even safe for her to be outside at the moment. if she fainted, he doubted he’d be able to carry her to a doctor or anything like that. gamers were pretty intense, huh?

he tilted his head with a small smile in response to her nod, it was kinda sweet. “that’s okay! i’m sure it must be good if everyone keeps talking about it, thanks anyway--!”

oh! he leaned away from her, eyes searching for anything to focus on besides the face right in front of him. “um, i’m naegi makoto... w-why? is something wrong?”

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“d-dating...? never heard of it...”

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1000thblow‌:

☆ . curse his chest for tightening so fast the moment hands came around his. it was a touch that almost felt unfamiliar after so long without it, but after each second that ticked by, he melted into the warmth. he didn’t know it was possible to miss the feeling of such a mundane touch this much. he felt like he could hear his heartbeat in his ears, and whatever control he had on holding back tears was fading fast. 

how much did he believe what was said to him? the part of him capable of calm thinking came to that conclusion once or twice; that this all wouldn’t of happened if it weren’t for whoever was behind it. yet, even then, how much can he truly blame on that? it was his lack of better judgement, his poor character that made him kill someone. others more than likely went without killing people, right? naegi would be amongst those people. 

when the contact was broken, he couldn’t help but to feel a chill. this is someone he hasn’t seen in months. nearly a year. he was… so happy he was here, and nearly felt deprived. a hand reaches back out, staying low and grabbing one of naegi’s once more. he couldn’t look him in the eyes, not with tears beginning to spill from them despite the forced smile on his face. “that’s so stupid. how can ya’ say ‘m not at fault for killin’ someone, someone you cared ‘bout so much, and not hate me? she’s still so scared of me… it don’t matter how ya’ slice it, i murdered someone, and yer gonna tell me i was a victim. i got what i deserved.”

makoto stared down at their interwoven hands as he listened to leon’s words. maybe he was stupid for believing in people as much as he did, but he’d be damned before he ever decided to give up on his friends, the baseball star included. no matter how much he protested, no matter how many times he called himself a killer, makoto couldn’t find it in his heart to agree.

sayaka was precious to him though, and she always would be. he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t angry at leon during that trial, initially, but once he realized he would die for it... he was just scared. he didn’t want to lose him too.

“how can you think you deserved to die!? if-- if you hadn’t gone into my room that night, i know you wouldn’t have killed her! you’re not a bad person!”

trying to suppress an oncoming sob, he pressed his forehead to leon’s shoulder, squeezing his hand tighter. he didn’t want the other boy to see him crying, not when he was trying so hard to be strong right now. “...do you...really think you aren’t important to me too, kuwata-kun? i-i'm not saying you didn’t screw up, but even so”--his voice was at a low whisper now--“i’m not going to abandon you, okay?”

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1000thblow replied to your post: weeon!

please love me still

“i never said i didn’t like them..........”

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weeon!

reveal my muse’s heart || accepting

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT:  💗💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)

“.........ladder....piercings....”

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Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart...

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗 (wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗 (hoping for a romantic relationship)

💔 Non-existent 💗 Very low 💗💗 A little 💗💗💗 Hopeful 💗💗💗💗 High 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum

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despairnecessities‌:

“Because they’re so small. It’s sad, really… Someone should play something… Funeral music, or whatever…” 

“i’d ask how you know that, but i won’t. for my own sake.”

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1000thblow replied to your post: “why are people talking about kuwata-kun’s...

STOP. DONT THINK BOUT MY BALLS.

“i'm not!!! i-i mean, i wouldn’t want to anyways!!! uh... i’ll just stop talking now. goodbye.”