#nonludum

      “Oh no, I know better than to bet against you of all people.”

                       He was a risk taker, that was certain, but even he knew when he would be bested. Sitting back in his seat and crossing one leg over the other, he would continue.

the teacher smiles, insomniac eyes riddled with that motherly enthusiasm that’s so common among teachers. a learned behaviour; she has to be at least somewhat womanly in her daily life. if she’s a complete tomboy, she’ll be a turn-off. she’s toed the line perfectly between rebel and woman, crafted herself into an object of admiration and coveting. she’s dressed in workout clothes, but even that looks nice on her.

        sitting in one of the gambling dens – watching the chaos that surrounds her as she awaits her fated DEATH match of the night, the gambler does not expect conversation. perhaps she had destined herself to this fate when she had directed her gaze towards one of the girls that seemed as if she did not belong, commenting upon how this WORLD will taint her. but the stranger sitting beside her pipes up with these words, earning a sideways glance.

       with those scarlet hues fixated upon her, she gives a SMALL nod of understanding. arms cross in front of her chest, eyes slipping closed as a SMALL smile appears on her face. this was a motto she knew and understood well – these contradictions were evident within her. and before she knows it – lofty and perfectly crafted words escape from pale lips.

                “ and not all bad people are GUILTY. “

there’s a sort of understanding that passes through the two of them with these cryptic words. what sort of conclusion has been reached, anri does not fully know. it is more like she feels like she’s stated the password to a hidden club of secrets. ah, almost like a novel! as if she and this gambler were part of a secret society.

    “Wow! It doesn’t matter how many calculations I do, even when I’m sure that I’m gonna win, you always find a way!” 

    Usami laid down her pathetic hand of cards, regarding Celestia with animated stars in her pupils.

/̵͇̿̿/‘̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿  headcanons based on a word || always accepting

Fuyuhiko’s parents were less interested in having a son and more interested in raising an heir. His childhood memories are an amalgamation of lessons, discipline, and sometimes abuse. He reveals in SDR2 that his mother and father weren’t opposed to fighting, sometimes in life-or-death conditions, and that mentality extended to their child.

One night when he was in early elementary school, his parents fought so badly that one of them crashed a bookshelf through the paper door in Fuyuhiko’s room. It landed on the boy in his sleep, crushing some of his ribs and fracturing some of the growth plates in his spine. He was in critical condition for nearly a week and barely managed to survive. His parents realized their mistake, but in the wrong way– Natsumi began her training around this time as a “just in case”.

Every one of her words felt like a weight being dropped on Kaito. Seemed she had the same effect as Maki Roll. But still, that never stopped the astronaut before. He’d make Ludenberg-sempai see the value of belief!!

  “You know, I’ve been curious about something for awhile.” Nagito isn’t a social outcast because he’s quiet. It’s usually because he doesn’t know when to shut the hell up. Approaching Celeste and speaking to her so directly might be intimidating to some, but Nagito simply didn’t think before he spoke. She was superior to him because she was an Ultimate. Just because he started going to Hope’s Peak Academy didn’t mean he suddenly wasn’t totally worthless.