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Chihiro Fujisaki:

But...why? It was a blazing memory, forged cinders of remorse and despair lingering behind in a pool of blood swarming about the floor’s tiled surface where they once stood. They once clung to life slipping out of their lips like the crimson seep of fluid dripping away until they ceased to breathe.

And Chihiro covered their mouth drastically under an iron grip that held back the screams. It was fighting the terror that angered them- that urge to cry burning back their eyes as Monokuma watched with some amusement on that stuffed face.

Crying was all they could do when their knees reached the floor. An erupting scream filling the air among others as it hit them all so hard to see you fall, but only Chihiro knew what you meant to them.

If they loved you, they should have said it sooner. Because of that, you would never know how much it pained them to see you die. To never have your ears hear what of this world you meant to Chihiro Fujisaki. 

Ibuki Mioda:

“What...just...?” time appeared to freeze, but that was just a hallucination. It kept coming faster, the falling life that blitzed out like a dancer as the bullets penetrated their body and collapsed like bricks.

That’s what it sounded like, but it looked like a heap of bloodied fabric face down on the floor drowning in blood where it lie as Ibuki’s face paled.

“Not-”

Monokuma laughed, the suffering sounds of anguish tuned out through the chilling screeches of laughter Ibuki could never funnel out of her head as she saw every last hole torn through your chest and legs gone limb. The face of turmoil that revealed pain and surprise as she forced you onto your back just to say goodbye to something whose ears would never hear her.

It was stolen from her- the idea that a happy ending was in sights. Not when it lie dead in front of her with eyes wide open in fear and rage.

Komaru Naegi:

Claws could tear flesh from bone. They could rip a human in half while she watched from the streets and cried. Screamed. The pleading so harsh her voice started to break in the heat of it all.

Not a single limb could reach out of the pit of despair shredding out the body between them. The soulless eyes, the laughter, the massive teeth that could devour anyone whole so terrifying they just shrunk into their demise pitifully as Komaru begged for them to fight.

She heard her name after firing each every time to stop them. The voice fading after a few bears clawed their way into the chest cavity and stopped them from fighting back. The pain all too much to face as Komaru screeched for it to stop when she tried so hard to save them.

She just couldn’t make it fucking stop. 

Shuichi Saihara:

What a familiar feeling, his thoughts swirled, the stake driven up through their back like a doll on a stand. Their head lolled to one side, eyes closed with blood running from their forehead to the lips Shuichi had yet to kiss.

You were so harmless- a target whose weaknesses made them so easy to kill without fear. The sight of your skin prickled with savage tears and bruises making him cringe with rage. The teeth gritted in his mouth almost audible as they all watched him fall apart one more time.

“Why do we have to do this again?” His voice growled when their lips didn’t move to answer him. Their chest did not rise or fall- their pale flesh cold to touch as he sunk to their feet suspended from the floor to cry again for his life and love.

Teruteru Hanamura:

To be fair, he liked the openness of the emotion. The concept that it was all in the air something wild and ready to burst at any second. It was like love that had yet to bloom- a potent taste of the romance between you that had yet to explain itself when he gave little gifts and flirts.

More than the others. A jagged set of sexual remarks always your way. The skip of a heartbeat making him sweat whenever he gazed down a hall and unto your eyes flashing away to the wall because it wasn’t like it had to mean anything. 

There were plenty of others to experience and use. The chances he lost when he watched you find someone else like he was just a phase. Hell, he was never even the phase at all- he was just a decoration you took one good look at then left behind like another piece of eye candy.

It was the worst, his chest feeling an ache, his eyes turning away as he looked like an idiot waiting with cake for you in a little box, and his legs unable to walk forward.

Celestia Ludenberg:

Fuck you. A heartless beast she clicked her nails toward on the wall. A slob whose pig-like face deserved a wrecking, a beating til the blood gushed from that ugly nose sticking from a uselessly pathetic face she despised when her last look was a sharp snarl and glare.

“And who is this?” Her voice rose enchantingly, her expression forming to hatred. Her eyes piercing as they were crimson when stabbing into the soul of someone innocent and new. “My replacement, I presume?”

“Y-your what?” They could stammer, but she was already on the edge of destruction when shoving her competition aside into the wall of lockers like a sack when her daringly dark face went stark with anger just seeing what she once adored disgust her more than anyone else in that building. In that world.

“This is no loss to me,” Celestia threatened boldly. “I got lucky to be able to leave garbage like you behind.”

Imposter:

Was it because their face was a fake? Was it because their weight made them ugly the way they often ignored because people thought what they wished while they pounded confidence into their head like a hammer.

They were happy that way. The hiding beneath layers of false identity making them see that those around them were not always who they said to be. 

They weren’t always in love with who they spoke of. The little lies like bites and welts on their skin when watching what it was like to see someone you tried so hard for leave you for nothing. 

It was for the best, letting them go, seeing how they loved someone else unlike how they loved them more inside. A throbbing pain dulling the act they tried to keep up with as their school hounded around them swiftly into the halls.

Sometimes, romance wasn’t worth the pain it brought with it. 

Sayaka Maizono: 

She was being dramatic. But she suddenly hated them. That fleeting desire to find their misery the way she found hers just shaking at her lockers with eyes full of hidden tears.

Where was her knight in shining armour? Her kiss goodbye? Her hug when she cried? Her love note passed in class when she worked so hard to make them fall for her just to have someone else rip them away over a few lousy words.

“I-I’m sorry,” They apologized when they didn’t realize how her head teemed with anger. Or how her face was hiding the way she could have fled right then and there. “I just thought we’d stay friends.” 

No problem!^^ We started by watching the game, but my preorder for it doesn’t come in until a few weeks, I think! But we do know of the new characters and some of their traits- but I don’t think we know enough about them JUST YET.^^ 

((They are a good one- I am also a fan! ♥))

Being themselves didn’t happen; there was no one to be. No identity to cling to that meant anything but a lie. When someone was expected to be themselves it was like being told they had to lie- create a story, another truth to forge along with a name, a costume- just more makeup on a face no one would ever know.

It didn’t make them better. It just made them impressive- a talent that gave them meaning more than their true self ever could. 

But a true self didn’t matter when their hands were in another’s, a glowing smile of such honesty it cut them. The show of something so proud- so true could only find peace in any heart.

An impostor was not an evil thing, they claimed, just someone who had a few walls yet to break. And letting them stand, well, that didn’t matter either.

Not at the break of dawn by the water. Not at the place where the balcony rails held them back from the glowing skies and the breeze let their words flutter off to no one.

It didn’t matter who he was under all that garb or pretext- as long as there were some who understood the reasons.

“You didn’t ask to see me without my disguises on?” He questioned, her face gazing upon his from the land bridge’s surface as the light shone on her delicate face forged out of joy. 

“Whoever you are is fine with me,” Her eyes blinked, their foreheads sliding against one another as she smiled. That same smile felt unlike before, the gentle caress so silken, preciously awkward as they both fumbled.

Mondo and Kyotaka Head Canons for a Cold, Rainy, Night:

There’s cuddling; it starts off cautious with just an arm around someone’s side, and progresses to Kyotaka lying against Mondo’s body all the way.

There’s nothing like leaving the windows open, letting in the smell of rain, and watching movies until it passes.

It gives them a reason to stay inside and truly talk. Mondo likes his story telling, and Kyotaka likes pointing out how dangerous every story was.

((Happy Birthday! ♥♥♥ I’ll be working, but all this attention makes me so happy! ♥ Of course you can have that request too- my gift to you! ♥))

Mondo Owada:

He didn’t forget. Revving his bike outside the window pulled aside just to get a look at the guy bathed in black and his arms stretched out wide when you saw him. His face smirking broadly when he saw the way your head poked out curiously, shaking off the sleepy feeling tugging at your skin soaked under silver where he stared. 

“You thought I forgot, right?” He called up, his hands landing at his sides when you chuckled softly. “I don’t go back on a promise, okay?”

“You didn’t have to come here to tell me-”

“I never forget your birthday, babe.” His voice was loud. His body climbing halfway up the wall just to sneak a kiss when his mouth could tell you what he wanted when he drove there.

What you needed to know when they all forgot about you- because they didn’t love you like they said. Because Mondo knew what it meant to you when tears from your face streaked his own, and he smudged them away in a huff.

“Don’t cry on your birthday,” He sighed, pinching at your cheek. “I’ll be here for ya.”

Kyotaka Ishimaru:

“Wait!” He cried out with rapid steps, his approaching speed abnormal as he caught you on the steps like a wild animal when he panted and snatched you by the shoulders.

His hands held you tight, his blushing expression so strong that it jerked him to a reality he couldn’t hold as he started to stammer on words just seeing your face.

He wanted to say he remembered your day- that everything he did that day was just for you- the note he wrote, the little box wrapped up in messy paper he shoved into your hands as you stared blankly.

It was emotional- his eyes bleary as he stuttered it out “H-Happy Bi-Birthday!” He got louder at the end, melting into pride at the last second as he started to shuffle off, but saw the way your face formed to tears. His body halting as you examined the present, and the little scribbled note he gave to you like it was the only gift you have ever been given.

“Di-did no one else come see you today?” He asked with a nervous gasp. 

((Happy almost birthday! ♥♥ I hope you have the best day! :D It’s not weird at all- actually, my boyfriend’s fave character was Yasuhiro too, so I grew to enjoy him myself along the way! :D))

Trimmed up, looking sharp, he saw your face like crystal through the glass. You’d love the ribbons- even askewed when tied loosely by his hands. And the banner was handwritten, though beautiful in his scrawl where it lie pinned above the candles lit with a glimmering flicker on white lace standing at the center of the hard work he went through just to see that expression.

He fumbled to find the easy words when the door handle jiggled. 

Happy…

The crack filtering in light over the floor as the jacket on his shoulders fell away in his jolting leap causing chaos in his midst that barely dodged the sweet your eyes set on the moment Yasuhiro Hagakure jumped into view like mess.

“It’s your birthday!” Was what he got out, his face spotted in icing. His hair a frizzy mess, his clothes covered in what seemed like confetti falling out of his pockets that he forgot to throw, but your eyes went wide like your mouth as you brought him into a big hug anyway.

((My apologies if these sometimes take a while to leave the askbox- I also work full time at a restaurant! ♥))

Nagito Komaeda:

If the outdoors were not so soft and breezy, it wouldn’t ruffle their hair quite so beautifully. And if it were not for the lurking shade lining perfectly behind the flitting leaves then it would not open up to the way they knelt beside of him.

Their form nestled between warmth on their lap where his head lie, and the cool where the cover of shadow made everything feel blissful. 

His hand found theirs softly, his thumb smoothing down upon their hand while gazing at nothing. The back of the lids closing slowly as he started into sleep next to the one who never demeaned him. Never found asingle reason not to adore him- and their voice soothed him to sleep on hums and soft sighs as they gazed upon the nature that lie around them.

A nap in the shade, underneath the branches hanging so low they were nearly invisible to those around them making such noise and jaunty actions in play. Like children, he thought, but he didn’t tune them in. Instead, his head lolled sideways, taking a peek at whose lap he lied on still to be sure they were there. Only to find how their own eyes had closed as well, and fell into a nap alongside of him in comfort.

Hajime Hinata:

He could talk about anything with them. It was like he’d found his other half already- spouting off anything off the top of his head so easy going like he never had to worry about what boundaries he would ever cross.

He could walk beside them on the trail, through bits of sunshine and shade, sit next to them on a bench within the city as his head lie close to their shoulder, or, where he was now, on the sofa with his legs covered by their own in a laugh that sent shivers up his spine when he saw their smile.

The controller in his hands almost numbly present when he watched how they gave everything up to let him win, or see him rage. A comfortable teasing they had when he was so proud and cocky for all that wasted practice he’d supposedly gotten.

“I thought you said you got better at this game?” His partner asked smugly, their eyes flashing him an amused grin on their own when he started to look a bit flustered on the fifth loss. 

It was like a trap he had fallen right into- his hands raising in defense as he struck the only thing he could think of in that time.

“Maybe you were just cheating.”

Chihiro Fujisaki:

With muscles aching, Chihiro felt like a champion. The one who trained for their goals- to become someone who was strong and brave! To be the one someone else could say was admirable in their ways.

It was like those sore muscles were a trophy as Chihiro lie down in the nest of blankets and pillows formed on the floor with their laptop at the center, and the show on repeat episode after episode in the slight blur of hazy sunshine behind the window slats.

And the one they loved was next to them, their back resting close to Chihiro’s as the show began again with a catchy tune, and they could both glow in the joy of what would unveil next in shock.

“I know you might be getting bored-” Chihiro started, but their partner was too intrigued to speak, only touching Chihiro’s arm gently with a musing smile, and tilting their head as a sign of pure happiness as they both fell into silence again, and let the show play again and again even after every credit rolled.

Hifumi Yamada:

Him on his tablet, them on their laptop. The staring match endless, but only on occasion. He’d look up, and they’d look up too. He would focus, while they would flash laughter and snickers.

The faltering guise of silly expressions exchanged as Hifumi asked for another smile- another eye motion, another little pose he could model on a screen swiftly.

It made them look cute- the drawn nose like a sculpture, the lips like a kittens with a precious curve and boost that made them laugh when he added a tail or ears to pictures he sketched in his free time.

They didn’t even have to leave their seat to give him a little inspiration on his manga creations they would give to him. 

((Ah! Thank you so much! You also sent in our first request so it just means a lot having you in our inbox. ♥♥♥))

Mondo Owada:

SFW:

He’s protective, and stands guard for you at all times. 

He likes that he’s able to pick you up, spin you, carry you, let you ride on his shoulders- he will always be your strong boyfriend. 

Mondo lets you know you’re perfect the way you are; he might be a little blunt, he likes curvy in his partners sometimes.

He does tease for being a little short, but it’s playful teasing, and only he can do it. 

NSFW:

He says he likes to see every last curve, but there’s something about making him wait that drives him insane.

He likes to do a different kind of eating out; as long as his partner doesn’t mind.

It’s best not to be so shy; Mondo likes things to be pretty public- it’s a major turn-on when you can be moments away from being caught.

The touch of leather on his skin feels like the hottest thing in the world, so he will be sure to buy you lots of it.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu:

SFW:

What you want, you pretty much get. He pretends it’s too expensive, or that you’re costing him a fortune, but he can’t say no to his love.

He isn’t the type to take teasing and sweet antics so lightly; he gets so flustered on the inside he just can’t hide the tender blush and the rude comments spewing from his lips.

There are loads of diner dates. He thinks food is the best way to bond and have good conversation.

There’s never a single harsh word on your weight. It builds character- every inch of you is something he loves, and he wouldn’t make you change. 

NSFW:

Dirty talk is one of his biggest kinks to exploit. He likes knowing he isn’t the only one with a bad mouth.

Kuzuryu likes when someone puts on a show for him, so strip slowly, and let him watch.