to be or not to be

emi i cant stop laughing

i went on my earlier impostor blog and this was the only thing in my drafts

“Y-YOU’RE RIGHT! SOUDA-KUN WOULD DEFINITELY HURT H-HIMSELF SOMEHOW.” Why was her first thought Souda when thinking of accident prone students in the class and not herself? 

“Oh! S-Speaking of H-Halloween themed band-aids…” She pulled out a little box of bat and pumpkin shaped bandages.

        "Right. Exactly. He’ll most get crushed under a ladder that Komaeda-kun accidentally pushed, or something of the like.” Just play along. 

Komaru continued smiling throughout, only stopping to look confused at the mention of crêpe paper. She raised a brow, beginning to walk towards the gym nonetheless.

❝ Crêpe paper? Is that like… Paper you use to hold crêpes?     Are we having crêpes? ❞

She didn’t quite understand why that’d be so difficult to put up.

        "No. No crêpes. ...Well, just not now. Maybe later. Crêpe paper is the wrinkly, long, fragile paper that people attach to ceilings as streamers or decorations.” 

"Um... I c-could help!! Um... I-If it's okay with y-you, Togami-san."

       "Yes, of course. You can--" 

        They had a sudden mental image of a crying Mikan on the ground, rear-up, covered in Halloween decorations. That wouldn’t do. 

❝ Oh, yeah I can do that! That doesn’t sound too tough. ❞

Which was good, considering she wasn’t exactly very good at much of anything. Besides her talent obviously, but that didn’t help with many things. She began doing as he said, humming to herself as she did so.

❝ There you go! ❞

        The work went quickly with the two of them, working in silence save for Komaru’s soft humming. The Impostor gave her a brisk nod. 

"B-but you act l-like my mother s-sometimes...."

I WILL BE GLAD TO ASSIST!

       "Er, yes." 

       The underclassmen are so weird. 

       “Who wants to help decorate Hope’s Peak for...

“I’ll help!”

Ryou can’t resist the temptation of a bad pun. “….A-are y-you my mummy? Aa..ahah.. Ahaha!”

KOMAEDA ZUCCHINI LMAO BY E

“I-I d-don’t know… M-maybe I-I’m an ESPer…!” He clings to the Imposter’s arm, nuzzling it. “B-but y-you know I d-don’t like b-being a-apart from y-you…”

       "Come now, that's not even your talent. Don’t be silly.” The Impostor gently pats Ryouta’s ashy fluff, then resting their massive hand on their boyfriend’s lower back.