#non-despair

Through the years

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a continuation

Even though I relish the thorough gut-punch of angst, I'll admit, I'm way too weak for a happy ending.

Here is a picture of Chihiro in a field of flowers and I guess something caught their attention.🙂

I'm not sure how to tag this for friendship week (I'm thinking #non-despair but idkkkkk) but ay, it exists :D @nagito-kyoko-friendship-week

Iris

It's foggy again, huh...

The chill of the morning pricked at Komeada's pale skin as he observed the garden around him. It was a particularly average garden, in his opinion. One full of budding flowers and little sparrows he liked to feed everyday. As an early riser, he took it upon himself to help this garden thrive, and it became a hobby he loathed to let go of.

"Living flowers bring so much hope to those who see them," he once said.

Komeada made his way towards the supposed corner of the garden, watering can in hand. He passed by countless roses and tulips, searching for a specific flower, one that always managed to obtain the majority of his attention and care. He strolled past every bush and tree with a smile, that same soft smile that made everyone wonder how it managed to fit so perfectly on his face, and how much he had seen to be able to smile so. If the individual were observant enough, they'd manage to catch a hint of sadness, a hint of anxiety in that porcelain smile.

But even then, no one would say a word. They would choose to live blissfully and peacefully in their own mind, and forget the possible worries of others, for it was like some type of infection, some type of sickness with the ability to spread upon contact.

Komeada was never particularly closed off about what he's seen or been through, he never really had a problem with telling others about the disastrous events he had faced in his past. His luck spoke endlessly on the subject anyway.

But even so, he didn't want to give too much away. He didn't want to tell anyone about what he truly felt. Or rather, he didn't know himself.

There were days where the decisions he made confused him a little, where he was unaware of why he did what he did. Sometimes, he couldn't believe that his whole world was standing on a double-edged sword. Sometimes, he couldn't believe how much he cut himself on the blade. And sometimes, he couldn't understand why he didn't do it again.

Is it...a good thing?

Komeada reached his destination soon enough. He bent down to the height of the little flower, holding himself up in an awkward squat-like position. He was still tons bigger than the iris before him, but it would grow soon. The height of it wouldn't change by much, but the hope it had would bloom into something greater.

Komeada reached towards the purple iris flower, intending to caress the leaves, when he heard a voice speak up.

"You're not scared to touch it anymore?"

The voice's soft, familiar ring sent a wave of nostalgia over Komeada's mind, and he turned to meet the distant eyes of Kirigiri Kyoko. She was crouching in front of the dahlias, her favourite flower if his memory served him well.

Komeada's eyes seemed to soften at hearing her question. It was as if he could tell how much she genuinely cared with her voice alone.

"If I'm being honest, I'm still a bit scared."

"I see..."

Indeed, Komeada was scared of touching the majority of the flowers in the garden. He was constantly fearful that something bad might happen to them if he did, for he had grown to love the garden as if it were his precious sanctuary. Who knew what his luck could do to these delicate things if he got too close? He could very well crush them on accident if he wasn't careful. His mere presence there was a hazard. And being reminded of that, he wondered why he came there at all.

"Komeada-kun, you see these flowers as hope in a way, don't you?" Kirigiri asked in her usual calming tone. Komeada nodded. His smile never left his face. "And you see hope and despair as a cycle. Despair can give birth to hope, but it's true the other way around as well, yes?" Komeada nodded again. He didn't know what Kirigiri was getting at or why she asked such obvious questions, but he let her continue. If anything, he was interested in what she would say next.

"If hope is the life of the flowers, and the despair is the death of them... Then what would you say would come after?"

That was an easy question, Komeada thought. He knew what answer she wanted, and so he gave it, "Every flower has a cycle. During certain times of the year, they die." Komeada looked down at the iris again, reaching for the leaves once more. He felt the smooth texture under his index finger and stared serenely at the closed bud. "But once another time of year rolls around, they come back to life." Komeada's smile widened only slightly as he spoke. His cheeks became more rosey and they warmed up his ghostly skin, showing his well-hidden excitement by a quarter.

He turned his head to face Kirigiri once more, his piercing gaze never leaving her face as he calmly stated, "You taught me that, Kirigiri-san."

This was no exaggeration. Time and time again, Kirigiri always managed to come back for Komeada. Every time when he thought she'd leave him for good, out of fear of his luck or her own vulnerability, he was proven wrong. Of course, someone as stubborn and resilient as Kirigiri wouldn't leave just because of his luck or anything like that. But it still surprised him and left a happy impression on him whenever he thought about it.

He thought carefully about all the arguments they had, all the disagreements that sprung, all the icy glares and cold words that were once said to one another out of pure fear of the other getting too close. He thought of all the times she could have taken her chance to get up and leave and never return, but she never did. She always returned and cared about him when he didn't deserve it.

At first, he was opposed to the idea of him remotely liking how much she cared. He didn't want her to care in fear that it would come back to bite her one day. In truth, he was fond of Kirigiri. She was his friend, and him hers. He wouldn't want to cause her any misfortune and, to this day, he wondered how he hadn't already.

Kirigiri blinked at him as the words left his mouth. A small smile of her own played on her lips. It appeared to be as delicate as the dahlia petals. "I'm glad you understand. It's not easy to trust, after all."

Kirigiri turned her head away when she said this, her eyes created their own picture as she stared into the distance.

Komeada observed her for a moment before shifting closer to her, leaving the iris in favour of his trusted friend. He took another look at her face before slowly placing a hand over hers in a form of light comfort.

"It's not easy to allow someone to trust you either." Komeada's stare became even softer. It looked like a silent urge-on to Kirigiri, as if he wanted her to finish his thoughts for him, like she did so many times before.

"And yet, we did it."

Kirigiri flipped her hand over to hold Komeada's. She could feel the frostiness of them through her gloves but didn't dare to pull away. The slight discomfort meant little to her in the moment.

"Indeed we did."

Komeada looked out towards the horizon as the wind blew around them. It stirred Kirigiri's hair in ways that appeared to cut the fog and made the leaves on some of the bushes and trees rustle. It danced through the atmosphere for a while, but calmed down once the sun made its slow ascend over the horizon.

Once it stopped, Komeada looked towards his left side with a calm and slow swivel of his head, only for his eyes to land on a patch of purple irises in full bloom.

(Note: Purple irises have a LOT of meanings but this small piece centres around the hope, cherished friendship and valor meaning. I hope you liked it <3 I'm not particularly good at writing anything to rlly do with fan fiction or other ppl's works in general so I'm happy abt how this one turned out 😝💜

Something that rlly annoys me: I KEEP EDITING AND REPOSTING THIS EJJEIDI3IRO2)

Happy Birthday Sakura!!! 9/13

I had to draw some art for my favorite girl in all of Danganronpa!

Bonus under the cut:

Nekomaru: Challange accepted! *Nekomaru runs over to the living room where gundham seems to be working out*

Nekomaru: BUNNY COME HERE!

Gundham: yes, what is it my perfect mortal? *Nekomaru with the speed of an olympic athlete picks gundham up princess style*

Gundham: What!?!? Nekomaru put the dark lord down this instant!?

Nekomaru: Gahaha! sorry babe,you’re mine now *about an hour or two later in the day*

Nekomaru: Well his opinion of this situation changed fast

Day 1: Non-Despair (or at least thats what I chose)

Words: 678

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when amamota is requested in any form i am Legally Obligated to deliver

here's some fluffy headcanons about amamota, @ladykailolu ^^

non-despair;

these two are usually outside with one another- the only time they're inside is when they need to change, shower, or any basic necessities that are done inside.

amami is usually the one that makes food, as momota has burned almost EVERYTHING he’s cooked. don’t trust the 6 foot tall man with cooking- just don’t.

momota carries amami around, despite amami saying he can walk. however, both parties do, in fact. enjoy every moment

momota and amami, if they ended up staying together forever, would most likely adopt a child, or multiple. momota has no idea on how to take care of them, but luckily, amami knows. however, there are still times when amami breaks downs [most likely due to his sisters], and so, momota takes care of the kid[s] and amami.

sINCE I HEADCANON AMAMI AS TRANS, momota has been put in charge of the entire household for a certain week each month. yes, they have had to call the fire department 5 times because of these weeks.

they are!! very cuddly!! whenever they stargaze, momota usually has amami vv close to him. this makes amami become very sleepy after awhile.

amami buys at least one gift for momota every day, and it’s either something space related, or some flowers. momota repays amami with anything the greenette wants.

amami has tried teaching momota how to paint nails. that went HORRIBLY WRONG.

Yep yep yep! I’m all for hurting my child only to have him saved by the neatest robot!

The best robot saves everyone’s favorite gremlin

Kokichi ran through the hallways, trying to escape the torment he would inevitably face. His legs were going as fast as they could as his eyes darted from room to room, trying to decide which one to try and hide in. Before he could really figure out what he waned to do, he was yanked back by the back of his shirt. He fell ungraciously to the ground, as he heard mocking laughter come from behind him. He closed his eyes as he curled into a ball, cowering quietly.

“Aww, nowhere to run?” the voice resonated, making him start to pull at his hair a little. He hated this. He hated being in such… such horrible situations. Why did people want to hurt him? Why did they all want him gone?

His mind flashed back to the second week of school when he walked into his first period to see A single white flower in a vase placed on the center of his desk. He could hear whispering as people watched him gently sit down as to not disturb the flower. It wasn’t the flower’s fault, so he wasn’t going to harm it.

God, he wished he were dead. He felt his body get slammed into the lockers to the side, making him cradled his already bruised arm. He looked toward the shadows of the people looming above him.

“Christ, can you leave him alone?” A new voice chimed, no familiarity attached to it. The people turned around and audibly gasped at what they saw. Kokichi would’ve looked for himself, but he was to busy trying not to hyperventilate and plead that they don’t hurt him. Someone else was actually trying to stand up for him, and he could rest a little bit. He heard footsteps echoing away from him, and he slid down the lockers, wrapping his arm around his legs.

“H-hey! Are you okay?” The new voice asked, sounding a lot closer. He opened his eyes to see lots of metal in his face. Wait, metal?

This looked like a robot, but… the concern was that of a human being. Two bright blue eyes, almost like screens, were looking back at him. The person(?) was crouched down, and they seemed to be entirely made of mechanic parts.

“A-are you a… a robot?” Kokichi asked, gently reaching out to touch the metal.

“Why, are you robophobic?!” the boy asked, physically recoiling away from Kokichi .

“N-no! Not at all! I just… I think you look really cool!” The purple-haired boy admitted, smiling gently as the robot blushed.

“O-oh! Well, I.. I think your hair is nice.”

“Thanks! My name’s Kokichi Ouma. What’s yours?”

“Oh! Sorry I didn’t introduce myself sooner. I am K1-B0, but please- call me Kiibo.” Kiibo beamed, making Kokichi feel a little flustered. This guy was so nice. As he kept thinking hard about how nice this person was, he didn’t seem to realize there was an outstretched hand for him.

“Hey, maybe you should.. walk with me? I don’t think anyone will bother you if you’re with someone who looks as intimidating as me!”

‘Cute,’ Kokichi thought. He nodded before taking Kiibo’s hand and being lifted off the ground.