#chosenfuture

@chosenfuture​ asked: " jesus... what have they done to you... " // rescue-related prompts

    AS OFTEN AS MAKOTO MIGHT INSIST that he isn’t really all that special, despite the title the world has given him, he knows better than to think there isn’t some sort of target on his back. His role in the mutual killing game already cemented this after it was broadcast to the entire world, and the speeches, rescue missions, and more as part of the Future Foundation only serve to reinforce the Ultimate Hope that most see him as now. It’s far from the first time he’s been attacked for something like this ( with all the despair running rampant AND being known as the one who defeated Junko Enoshima, it’s practically inevitable ), but this one is different from just a fight. Instead of trying to kill him, they managed to knock him out. And by the time Makoto woke up, he had no idea where he was. 

      By the time Hajime arrives, he still doesn’t know for sure how long he’s been stuck here, too distracted by the steady ache throbbing at the back of his head where once warm blood sticks dry. It’s still spinning, enough for the figure to be a complete blur unless Makoto puts all his effort into focusing— or...maybe that has something to do with the black eye? Bruising litters exposed skin, and the blood soaking through certain parts of his clothing isn’t a good sign for what’s underneath. 

   They wanted to use him. Perfect ransom for the Future Foundation, and in the meantime... he knows he heard them talking about how they wanted to make him suffer— revenge for ‘what he did to Enoshima,’ to make hope lose. 

@chosenfuture​ asked: company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. [Hajime] // loud & deafening silence ( nonverbal prompts )

     MAKOTO CAN’T HELP BUT JUMP a little when the sound of footsteps appears behind him, head quickly whipping around ( almost too fast, as if paranoid ) before realizing oh, it’s Hajime. Shoulders relax, and he manages to give a slight, apologetic smile, even if his face remains pale and all it takes is one look at him to notice that something is wrong. After all, he DID go to the most secluded area of the Future Foundation building he could find, hoping he wouldn’t be found until he was ready to return with the same optimism he always tries so hard to give. 

    Despite how much he always wants to be that way, there come the days where it all just hurts too much, and he can’t stop the panic that lodges itself in his chest. Memories, grief, and guilt sneak up on him all at once, and the last thing Makoto wants is for anyone to see it ( he can’t let himself falter, not when they rely on him— at least, he doesn’t want anything like that to show ). So he stays there, trying to steady his breath, and now shaking away the initial fear that Hajime had been someone else, another figment of his own imagination. 

For multimuses reblogging this, tell them who your favorite muse of theirs is!!

@chosenfuture​ asks: “ this path you’re on… it’s going to get you killed. you know that, though; don’t you? “ [hmmmm Izuru @ Junko :eyes:] 

the source! (accepting!)

“I’m sure it will. But, like... what’s your point? Everyone dies eventually.”

Junko stares at him, with that gaze that so many others have come to fear. Strangely, Kamukura has never seemed to fear her, or at least has never shown it, and that has always interested her about him. He certainly has her attention, and he always has. So... eccentric. Eccentric in a rather cold, calculated way, but still eccentric.

@chosenfuture​ asks: 'Birthdays are intended to be joyous occasions, yes??' Izuru's voice is quiet. He does not look at Junko. 'It does not seem like something you would be interested in.' 

special event: junko’s birthday!! (accepting, ofc)

“Of course I’m interested in my own birthday. Maybe not others, but mine? Ah, Kamukura-san, assuming things is, like, never the way to go.”