Warnings: Mild identity issues for obvious reasons
Notes: I don’t write enough Naegi-kun. It’s a good thing he was the obvious pick for this day’s prompt. Since last year just focused on the sdr2 survivors, it is nice to write about the dr1 kids because they, too, are a good bunch. But Naegi’s relationship to the sdr2 kids in general and to Kamukura/Hinata by extension is rife with untapped potential. This, again, was a lot of fun so I hope you all enjoy reading, too. :>
***Alternate Ao3 Link***
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In the sparkling, glitching light within the simulation, the AI of my former classmate lamented. Tired, overworked, and exhausted, it was easy to see she really had just been a recreation all this time. I suck in my breath, and look towards the former Ultimate Hope, who was shining brightly.
Shining like the sun, eyes a passionate, burning red, the one who called himself Hinata Hajime-kun grinned.
And I smiled back.
“See, Togami-kun?” I asked cheekily. “They pulled through.”
“Some of them,” he retorted.
“Let’s not count those other others out yet,” Kirigiri-san remarked kindly. “Since they’re ready, let’s begin the shutdown.”
There was nothing to do but agree, leaving behind the simulated Jabberwock, the simulated Hope’s Peak, and the program that by all accounts was a major failure—but still worked out where it mattered.
Hinata-kun and the others were proven to be capable to overcome despair, to face the future head on in spite of everything. That was enough. More than enough.
Even if the rest of the Future Foundation refused to accept it, I’ll insist on it until the end of time. Until they at least have to bend if not outright break.
The program shut down. I woke up first, alongside Kirigiri-san and Togami-kun. Kirigiri-san helped me up, Togami-kun grumbling all the while.
“We’re not out of the woods yet, Naegi,” he pointed out. “The simulation shutdown was only the beginning.”
“I know, I know! But you could’ve said that about us escaping the second killing game! I’ve got a good feeling then and I’ve got a good feeling now!”
“Ever the insect, satisfied with just survival.” Togami-kun huffed. “While Kirigiri and I will have to do everything we can to keep the Future Foundation head from killing you for your insolence.”
“No, it was my plan, so I’ll be the one to talk to them,” I argue. “You and Kirigiri-san have done enough.”
“By choosing to accompany you on your ridiculous mission to save the remnants of despair, we’ve labeled ourselves traitors as well. Don’t be so foolish as to suggest our involvement can simply cease here.”
“Togami-kun is correct about that,” Kirigiri-san sighed, brushing back her hair. “But, it was for our former upperclassmen. For Hinata-kun and the others. No matter what happens to us now, Naegi-kun won’t regret any of it.”
“Absolutely not! Because! Hinata-kun and our upperclassmen—still have hope and a future! I won’t let anyone take that away!”
It was a decision I made without question. The second I met Hinata Hajime-kun—or rather, Kamukura Izuru-kun at the time.
“Do you truly believe you can save anyone?” he had asked, coldly and blankly. “You had failed with that woman, hadn’t you?”
“I’m willing to save anyone who wants to be saved,” I replied without hesitating. Because it was true, wasn’t it? As long as a person was willing to push through, I’d do anything to support them. I knew that with all my heart.
And, perhaps, Kamukura Izuru-kun had saw how serious I was just from whatever expression I made at the time.
All that—and I didn’t know he’d be erased by the program created to save them.
I don’t have any regrets trying to help anyone, I don’t have any regrets doing everything I could to save them—but I did wish I knew of a way to protect both of them.
Even though it was likely that, as with Enoshima-san, Kamukura Izuru-kun similarly didn’t want to be saved.
When thinking that, my steps quickened towards the pod as it began to drain. It unlatched automatically and I practically scrambled forward.
“K-Kamukura-kun! Hinata-kun!”
The person within the pod stirred, face scrunching up.
“I, I...” I can hesitate now. I can flinch as the other slowly pushes himself up. My heart’s pounding, and it’s now that I feel overwhelmed enough with everything to cry.
“Hinata-kun,” Kirigiri-san calls, calm as ever. Reassuring as ever. “Or Kamukura-kun?”
“I...” The person hesitates, too, and then, slowly but surely, mismatched eyes begin to open. One side hazel. The other side crimson. “I should not be awake as well—Kamukura Izuru should not be... Hinata Hajime—Kamukura Izuru, Hinata Hajime, Kamukura Izuru, Hinata Hajime, Kamukura Izuru, Hinata HajIME—!”
I grab his trembling hands quickly.
“Breathe, breathe. Shhh, shhhh. It’s okay, it’s okay.” I squeeze and stroke his knuckles, smiling in spite of how pale and taut they were against his bones. “You’re here. You’re awake. That’s all that matters. You’re here. You’re awake. Don’t lose hope. You still have a future.”
“Some cognitive dissonance if not collapse would have been accounted for if we had known the truth,” Kirigiri-san murmurs. Togami-kun scoffs.
“But as long as that idiot can function remotely similar to a human, we should consider ourselves fortunate, then?”
“The others should be waking soon, Togami-kun. Let’s leave him to Naegi-kun for now as we check on them.”
“Hmph.”
I barely hear their strides over heavy breathing, my own heart hammering, the other shuddering. Inhale, exhale, inhale. I mirror him thoughtlessly, and that seems to help.
“Naegi...Makoto... Right?” His voice is almost as disoriented as it is distorted, but then, that person’s gaze sharpens to focus. “Did you know this would happen?”
“I might have hoped for it,” I admitted a little sheepishly. “While I wanted Hinata-kun to live on, of course, I didn’t want Kamukura-kun to simply disappear. I’m sorry. I’ll think of a way that both of you can—”
My mouth is covered. I immediately froze.
“Sorry. Your voice, it’s...just a lot at once.” That hand is removed slowly. “The weather outside—how is it?”
“It’s cloudy,” I answer, tasting residue on my lips and ignoring it. “It’s pretty cold. But, I can take you to a window later. For now, we need to get you washed off, dressed, and... Ah. Right. I should probably say good morning since you just woke up, right? What do you want me to call you?”
“Guess.” A wry smile pulls across his lips. “You’re lucky, right?”
“Aha.” I didn’t know about that—but I knew what he meant, so I smiled back. “Good morning. Hinata-kun. Kamukura-kun. Welcome back.”
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the fluffiest gd spin you can put on adrien finding out that ladybug is marinette :DDDDDDD
After Ladybug returned the Peacock and Butterfly Miraculousto Master Fu, she raced to Adrien’s apartment.
Landing on his balcony, he barely had time to slide thedoors open before she pushed him back in with a ferocious kiss. Adrien nearlybent Ladybug over with how tightly he held her, meeting her lips with the samedesperation.
They only broke apart when they collided with the couch, his body cushioning her fall. Ladybug got comfortable, cupping his face with herhands.
“You won,” Adrien said breathlessly, hugging her to him.Ladybug dropped quick kisses all over his face.
“We won,” shecorrected, recalling everyone who helped with their ultimate victory: Chat’scourage, Master Fu’s advice, Alya’s determination, her parents’ support, Tikki’sfaith, even Gabriel Agreste’s information from behind bars about the one whostole the Miraculous he abused, and always, alwaysAdrien’s kindness.
“I can tell you who I am now…if you want to know,” Ladybugsaid, trailing her fingers through her lover’s hair.
Adrien tensed, then forced himself to relax, air stutteringout of him.
“Of course I want to know, but…” He looked away,uncomfortable. “Shouldn’t you tell Chat Noir first?”
“Normally, I would,” she admitted, turning him back to faceher. Ladybug gathered her own courage. “He’s my partner, and I adore him, but he’snot…he’s not the father of our child.”
Gaping at her, Adrien sat them both up and took her hands inhis. “What?!”
“It’s my fault,” Ladybug blurted out. “I was stressed fromuniversity and akuma, and I forgot to take my pill. If you don’t want anythingto do with this baby, I understand—”
His kiss turned her rambling into a soft moan.
“I love you,” Adrien told her hoarsely. “And I need to know yourname if I’m marrying you.”
I've just been looking at a post that got out of hand about Christianity. It's slowly developed into a bit of a childish arguement about the fact that while the religion seems to have good intentions people only ever take on board about 20% of it, the rest of it is often forgotten. I'm not having a pop at this religion in particular, it's just the one I know most about (even then, it's not a ridiculous amount. I only have a laymans knowledge about it). You can be God-loving, God-fearing or whatever you wish to call it but frankly the point of this religion isn't to go out and kill everyone different from you. It's about a being who loved his children so much that he died for them in order for them to have a chance at eternal salvation. Yes, the bible condemns a lot of things about the society we live in but frankly you're just being a massively stupid, ignorant and pathetic individual if you can't understand that as times move on, so much methods.
    Homosexuality? Sex before marriage? Different cultures and religion? Wearing two types of clothing fibers at a time? These are all things our society is guilty of according to the bible. Do these things really matter? If "God" loved us then He not only loves us all and wants us to follow our own beliefs and stand up for them, He'd want us to do this while being with the person we love regardless of their gender, able to enjoy ourselves and show our love for this person in a society that otherwise wouldn't allow this and He'd want us looking damn good while doing it. I personally couldn't deal with wearing clothing made entirely of cotton while chilling out with the girl I liked not having sex and debating the heathens in other cultures and religions. It's just not how I roll guys, take me as you find me or I'll stand up for my beliefs and say that your religious views are pretty fucking ignorant on occasion.
(or, this post in it's shortened form: "wuteva, ah do wut ah wan'!")
