Sachie likes collecting seashells and making them into accessories.

Sachie would pierce her ears in different places.

I imagine she'd like horror, but not so much psychological thrillers or anything too despairing since she's seen a lot of it, I feel like she'd like cheesy slashers like the Scream movies.

I imagine she'd wear stuff like this if she was less reserved, or honestly if she didn't have the life she had too, she'd be free. Free my girl 🥲

Sachie has texture problems, not even a headcanon it's just true. She hates anything in her mouth that makes her feel like she's swallowing a cotton ball; marshmallows, hot chocolate, pears. Oh she'd hate that lingering taste of coffee or any strong drink that kinda just...lingers in your mouth.

Sachie is more of an Acts of Service*** or Quality Time Person, with Words of Affirmation and Gift Giving*** being low on her love language tier.

Acts of Service and Gift Giving would depend on the intention. If it's out of worshipful behavior, likening her to a deity, or doing it to get something out of her, she hates it. But actions and gifts that are personal and meaningful are always a big hit with her, she just wants someone who knows her for who she is as a person, not her talent 💔

Sachie is actually a hopeless romantic...!

Sachie isn't super articulate due to being a very introspective and super in her head person.

Sachie is a Virgo, an INFP, and has a True Neutral moral alignment.

Sachie has been sent to disaster zones, refugee camps, sting operations, hospitals, and even courthouses to use her luck. Hence why she's actually banned from the lottery and elections, can't have her tipping the scales! 🍀🍀🍀

Sachie's morals align mostly with Virtue Ethics unlike Utilitarianism with Nagito. She believes that people choose who they can become and that everyone should strive to live by their own set of virtues and achieve happiness through it. She has a hot/cold relationship with humanity.

To Sachie, there's no end to war or violence or despair. She believes that if even with her existence, and miracle work, humans can't do good things and choose the betterment of the world at large? Then they're hopeless. Which is why she appreciates all the more the people that choose to do good despite it, she has a more humanistic psychology that appreciates personal achievement and perseverance in the face of despair, though, those that choose to lug around and drag others down don't deserve help.

Sachie is actually super into alt and grunge stuff, she listens to your typical stuff like Radiohead, SlipKnot, System of a Down, Deftones, Paramore, etc.

She would dress more grunge if she could, but her life has always emphasized portraying a certain image to "clients" or people relying on her luck which is a clean and neat look, not — as her mother ever so lovingly put it— looking like you crawled out of a sewer line.

When Sachie was in middle school, she would listen to Ibuki's songs here and there as a casual fan. She grew into learning guitar and was supposed to play at a school festival, however, it was scheduled the same day and time as an appearance she was supposed to make for a major japanese baseball league so she could help a team win big with her luck.

Her mother and her got into a huge fight about the whole thing and Sachie was conflicted, but seeing an interview hosting Ibuki who was talking about how leaving her group made her feel more independent and free, despite it, she didn't care about the popular opinion or pressure of her continuing to stay. That interview gave Sachie hope toward her decision of performing at her school's festival so she did.

Tiny victory for Sachie, yay!

Then when Sachie's mom came home she smashed her guitar in a furious rage...so, ruh roh.

Here's a segment that's part of a larger fic:

Sachie had the amps up, the guitar playing a sound resembling ACDC. She didn’t bother with the vocals this time around, letting her fingers do the talking for her. She felt electric, her entire weight had a light feeling like she was being lifted into the air and that’s what she’d imagine when she closed her eyes. The sound of electricity and carnage swarm around her, small dots of red and yellow appearing before her in fast zigzags and lines in the darkness. Then the lights would come on and a sea of people were chanting “Ibuki! Ibuki!” Sachie went harder and faster. Lightning struck and thunder sounded as Ibuki gave her best performance yet. She was yelling, the crowd was ecstatic. Memories of Sachie’s first concert flew by with Ibuki looking shredded as ever working those fingers and that voice to the max, reaching levels never seen before. Seeing the build-up leading to the drop of the final chorus broke Sachie and sent her into euphoria, into the razor’s edge.

She finished the song. Her heart beating, slight sweat at her forehead, and breathing heavily. She grinned, recalling the memories of her and her sister absolutely losing it to her songs. Sachie wouldn’t believe she was friends with such an incredibly awesome person. It was true admiration. Ibuki’s don’t-care attitude toward being herself and paving her own path when she left the group. An unpopular decision at the time, but Ibuki just didn’t care.

Sachie was a little girl again, watching someone her age be interviewed harshly and knocking down remarks with a blazing attitude.”Why should Ibuki care about the charts? As long as I have music, I’ll never feel bad!”

“Right, but aren’t you worried about disappointing your fans?”

“Nope! I could never disappoint my biggest fan!”

“Oh? And who’s that?”

“Myself, duh! The biggest failure in my career would be disappointing myself, y’know!!”

Sachie remembers being at her lowest when watching that interview. Her mom and her just had a fight after Sachie went ahead and canceled an appearance at a Japanese Baseball Championship, forcing her mom to enroll her sister Keiko in a new school due to threats their family had been receiving.

Sachie held her guitar close after that interview. The championship was the day of her school’s culture festival where she wanted to perform her guitar.

‘The biggest failure in my career would be disappointing myself…’

Suzuki and Hiyori were sent on a mission by Asunaro to complete the next morning, in the meanwhile, they were given a reservation at a hotel - with one room… - and one bed.

“Evidently, the fear mongering crime organization, known for its exceptional innovative capabilities in technology, cannot seem to figure out how a reservation works and only gives us one bed, and a bathroom with a broken light.” Suzuki murmured to herself as she typed away in her laptop. Sou was preparing himself for bed, brushing his teeth. She heard the water come to a stop and the door creak open, out stepped Hiyori in-

“Why are you wearing my pajamas?” Suzuki gave him a threatening stare.

“Oh, are these yours? Sorry, hard to see in there! Haha…” He smiled at her, allegedly innocently.

“Well now you know. Take them off.” She tried not to give a reaction. The idea was immodest, disgusting, invasive. It made her more excited than she’d ever admit, and hopefully not admit on her expression.

“Ah, how amorous! Perhaps you’d enjoy it if I did it slowly?” Sou grinned, unbuttoning the shirt. She blinked, before turning and typing away at the laptop again.

“Aw, you’re no fun! I’m simply teasing, haha!” Sou went over to peer over her shoulder. “You’re awfully sensitive, hm?” He set his head on her shoulder. Suzuki tilted her head away, his hair tickling her jaw. “You’re like a needy dog, I’m clearly working.” She stated, making Sou giggle. “A needy dog? At your beck and call? Maybe I should sleep on the floor!” Before Nozomi could say anything, Sou spun her chair to face him. “Is what I would say if I were you, pup.”

“Excuse me?” Nozomi raised a brow.

“You heard me, or are your floppy ears getting in the way?” He tilted his head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, leaning into it. “You’re a cute pet, No-zo-mi. You should continue playing the role well! Don’t want your master getting mad, hm?”

Nozomi was deadpanned, leaning back and staring at Sou. “Did you swallow too much fluoride?” Nozomi crossed her arms, earning her hair a yank from Sou. “Ah-ah-ah, you don’t want me to do anything you’ll regret, do you, pup?” Nozomi didn’t say anything, nor react. The sensation building up inside of her disguised as she felt her pulse race and body shudder into goosebumps.

Nagito’s hand hovered gently over Sachie’s waist, feeling too nervous to actually touch her, but as she brought her hand onto his and let him press onto her waist, he figured that maybe he should set aside his apprehension so he could give her the physical touch she craved. He tilted his head slightly to deepen the kiss Sachie initiated, feeling his eyes flutter shut as he remembered that people close their eyes when they kiss. Then he realized why.

He could feel how soft her lips were, how gentle she was with him, which he didn’t understand why. If anything, he’d rather have her biting and drawing blood from him, but he wasn’t about to complain when he was receiving something he believed he didn’t deserve, something so divine that he couldn’t help but shake as she captured his lips with such earnest. It almost made him believe that maybe she did truly love him as she claimed. He could feel more intently the way her hands crept up his neck and into his hair as she combed her fingers through it to find that spot to softly tug at it, like a cat kneading into a blanket, her fingers acting as paws and nails acting as claws as she lightly scratched, giving him a feeling of security while his thumb caressed her waist.

The tingling sensations caused sparks to fly across his body as it slowly warmed him from the tips of his toes to the tips of his ears, he felt a comfortable buzz run through him, like if you were to listen closely you could hear an electric current. That’s how excited Nagito felt, he felt so soothed yet ignited at the same time and the way she could make him feel both simultaneously made him feel all the more grateful for trash like him to be honored in such a way, by someone like her. Someone whose presence caused others to shine, someone who healed the sick and helped the poor. Yes, to him, she was the definition of divinity. How could such lowly scum like him be chosen to hold divinity in such a way?

“You’re so amazing, I feel so enraptured by you-“ He muttered into the kiss as her kisses now became pecks, wanting to return back to deepening the kiss with him, but wasn’t able to as he kept talking. “I’m unworthy of you, you’re so beautiful-“ She kept pecking him, moving down to his jaw which allowed his words to follow through more coherently. “You’re divinity, just pure divinity.” He chuckled unceremoniously, his raspy chuckle seemingly unhinged as he let go of her waist to hug himself and shook more.

“You’re fidgeting too much…” Sachie said, her hand gently holding onto part of Nagito's hair and the other a brush, “...you should try relaxing…” She brushed through his hair once more, eliciting an excited giggle from him while his eyes met her face in the mirror, her own were concentrated on his hair. “Sorry Sachie…! I can’t help it, this is my first time having someone do my hair, haha!” He smiled earnestly, honestly she found it pretty cute whenever she glanced at him in the mirror. “Well…mm, didn’t your mom ever do your hair as a child? Or even a teacher?” She inquired delicately.

“Nope!” His hands were in his lap, thumb picking at a hangnail. “I was left to my own devices, which proved to be tricky with my lack of expertise, so I gave up!” He was always so cheerful even about the most melancholic of situations, she thought.

“Ok…” was all she said. Her hand that was holding his hair would thumb through it absentmindedly, the caress was subconscious when touching his hair, it was like threading fingers through a coarsely fluffy rug, or sheep’s wool. The individual strands made his hair seem less luminescent and intense, the feeling made him feel less of an intimidating person to approach and more of a, well, person. She smiled, to which he scoffed,

“My hair isn’t the most pleasant to deal with I imagine…” She was surprised by the genuine somberness of it, as though when he called himself trash and worthless it didn’t sting him as much as a detail of having unkempt hair.

She stretched out his strands of hair, admiring it as she spoke to him,

“I think you’re really pretty, Nagito…especially your hair.” She felt herself cringe a little though. How many guys liked being called pretty? Well, it seemed to work for now as Nagito had a sweet-sweet pink blush on him, with smiles that put a crinkle in his eyes.

“I bet you say that to all your clientele.” He beamed at her through the mirror. She chuckled in a hum, the sound reaching from her belly and out her nose.

Ultimate: Ultimate Lucky Charm

Age: 22 (post Neo World Program)

Sachie is a sorta reoccurring character of mine because I get in and out of my Danganronpa phase a lot.

She's—if the implication wasn't obvious by my profile's banner or talent—shipped with Nagito Komaeda. I have a lot going on for them that I hope to share through my old fics I've written of them (^-^)

The way her talent works is that if she's rooting for someone without a doubt in her mind they'll win.

Ex: Player 1 vs. Player 2. Even if Player 2 has always won and has the highest chance of success, Sachie rooting for Player 1 would grant them luck to win. She is quite literally a good luck charm personified.

Some little fun facts about her:

- She attended Hope's Peak Elementary and was known as Lil' Ultimate Lucky.

- She has an older sister and single mother.

- Her talent has caused her to be banned from casinos and local to national elections.

- She used to be sent to hospitals and near war zones by Hope's Peak to further research her talent and see the scale of which it could operate.

- She's the reason Hope's Peak Academy decided to research luck as a talent.

- She plays guitar and was actually a fan of Ibuki when she was in middle school, who inspired her to have a more punk rock alternate identity because of the stress her talent was bringing her.

- She hates marshmallows because of the texture, so don't give her anything hard to chew (´∀｀*)

- INFP

- Always imagined her to the song I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski

Not much else to say but there she is <3