hope and the hopeless

Affiliated with Fates Rewritten Super Dangan Ronpa 2 Spoilers

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surgeon simulator 2XXX || closed; sheenrakishitani

With all the times Izuru had lurked around the medical building, he was surprised to see a face he hardly recognized. Sure, the lab coat must’ve been a dead giveaway, but the individual wearing it looked entirely too old for high school. Would they even allow someone his age in? No, he must be some sort of scientist coming to visit the campus for something, obviously, why else would he be here?

Knowing things he doesn’t and learning what he shouldn’t were common occurrences for the prodigy, so it was only natural the slow soft click of polished black loafers would follow Shinra Kishitani into the the science building, ominous and dark, a shadow of a man it would seem.

Though he said nothing and knew it was obvious he was following, some part of him was told to continue on. If he wanted to have been discreet, he could have.

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brother, my brother || closed; inutiliter

Tolerant.

That was the word that described Kamukura Izuru’s attitude toward his brother. Tolerant. And, in turn, it was how his brother felt toward him.

His entire life he had been a step above the other, faltering only in age as the younger twin. He ascended to greathood easily, naturally, as if riding an escalator up the marble staircase and watching his brother run to keep up, never reaching, always striving.

It wasn’t like he tried though, to be better. It just happened. It could have just as easily been in Hinata’s favor, to the victor goes the spoils and Hinata Hajime had been first after all. But did that matter to Izuru, no. No, what-ifs an hypotheticals had no place.

“Hajime?”

Izuru never called for him, not unless it was to scold or question him. What had happened to the younger brother, at Hinata’s side by choice and not force.

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she blinded me with library science || closed; janusisms

The school library was never as quiet as he would have liked, oddly enough. The murmurs of others dedicated to their classwork, the turns of pages aiding in studies, the occasional soft snore of someone who chose not to attend class and probably forgot to continue on with their day. Sounds the did yet did not belong in a library.

He himself, however hypocritical he was, was also a source for noise.

SLAM

Books sliding off the table and hitting the floor next to him made him wince. He’d need to invest in more hairties, it was unmanageable now, and it was incredibly unintelligent looking to allow his hair of all things to drop the books on the floor.

Irritability cast on his face, he picked up his things to move to another seat, away from the people he’d distracted, annoyed. The only seat he could find on that side of the library however, was next to the librarian (not that Izuru ever made note that Fukawa wasn’t the librarian).

Thin fingers curled around the chair back next to her.

“May I?”

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[[hey guys i havent gotten to be izuru for a while so im here to stretch my legs!! please like for a short starter from izuru (we can definitely plan if you want hit me up here or on my twitter ). capping at three likes!!]]

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[[Time for an intro does a funky pose! My name’s Nikki and Super Dangan Ronpa 2 ruined my life. I’m pretty much always around if you wanna talk and talk about roleplaying/au’s/the like. This is my twitter and you’re free to talk to me whenever! Also feel free to message me if you want a pre-established relationship uvu

I also have another character coming to frw as well!!

Thank you!!!]]