oh , i need a surgeon

     “Ooooh, it’s you!”  Snip, snip, snip. Cutting through the bandages unrolled on her lap, Mikan glances up from her work, eyes narrowed against the harsh darkness of her infirmary in favor of spotting her unexpected AND NOT ENTIRELY WANTED company. The only light left is flickering above her, but she can still make out enough of him. A grin forms on her lips, her upper body leaning forward as she regards him with an almost animalistic interest, the corpse on the gurney next to her all but forgotten. It’s fine, not as if he needs the bandaging anyways.  “T-t-too long, ehehe. Are you up to date on all your shots, Hajime?”  She pauses, regains herself and straightens her posture, giggling as she hops down to her feet. Bandages fall from her lap, but she keeps hold of the rusty scissors as she approaches, steps swaying unsteadily.  “I m-missed your face ... don’t tell me you’ve gone and BROKEN IT?”

if she’s in danger she’ll bite people or rip off their ears with her teeth and who knows if she swallows, stuff like that, because mikan is fucking Feral when she thinks she’s about to be hurt by someone & goes into panic mode, but when things are calm and she’s just chilling she can, might, and maybe will remove her “patient’s” hearts and just you know ................... Sample

     “  —  soooorry, but I only accept patients who make an APPOINTMENT first.”  Her fingers brush the rotting surface of the door she’s promptly slammed in the man’s face, her body pressing forward against it as hard as she could manage. Even in her haze of amused laughter, she knows she’s hardly the strongest of her group, however. She can’t hold out on him forever and with the Monokuma’s she’d had in her company now sparking and fizzing in a pile of rubbish behind her, Mikan is at a definite loss for what to do here. She glances down at her leg, smile dropping for a moment in favor of an angry grimace. The bandages wrapped around her are soaked through with blood. This time, hers. Running wouldn’t be easy. When she speaks again, her voice trembles.  “C-c-c-can’t you just give me a pass this time around and COME BACK LATER?”  『 @otomates / togami 』

my portrayal is primarily DESPAIR!MIKAN based & there’s a bit of canon divergence going on regarding DR3 ( anime ) , so check my rules for information on that ♥ i WILL have non-despair verses ( such as during the events of SDR2 & pre-apocalypse ) , but seeing as despair is my MAIN verse , take care & be mindful of my blog’s content ( also listed in rules ! ) thank you so much !!

    “Ehehehehe  .  .  .  Nagitoooo? Have you come to visit me? You weren’t sent by ENOSHIMA by any chance, were you?”  Gloved hands reach out to press the tips of her fingers into his cheeks, yanking him closer to her as she stares at him with lidded, glazed over eyes. Her makeshift infirmary here in Towa City had turned into more of a graveyard since his last visit. It reeked of gore and vomit, decomposed bodies dumped in a corner amidst the prying paws of Junk Monokumas on cleanup duty. Not exactly a welcome fitting for a fellow Despair, but luckily for her, Komaeda hardly constitutes a human being, let alone anything worthy of respect. Gently, her fingers stroke the sides of his face, smearing blood along his cheekbones. The drawings around his face suggest he must’ve been with Monaka at some point, but probably not Junko. Her nose scrunches.  “Trash!”  She spits, her nails digging into his skin a little too harshly for comfort. Letting out a heavy breath, she pushes him away.  “Don’t! Touch! Anything!”  She runs her hands along her body, transferring the blood on her gloves to her doctor’s coat instead.  “Come iiiiin.”