#sceneario

Warning(s): Spoilers for Danganronpa 2 Chapter 4, angst w/ some fluff, implication of death, sadness.

Note: Please finish Chapter 4 of Danganronpa 2 in order to understand this short story.

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Imma put this into a scenario, kind of headcanon thing

Scenario -

You take your boyfriend of two years, home to finally meet your little sister, she tells your boyfriend all sorts of stuff, including a full list of what he cannot do to you when she’s not around. Because when she’s not around she cannot “protect her older sister” However, this little girl was around the age of six so your boyfriend can’t really say anything bad, can he?

Jin

Jin would lowkey find this shit funny as fuck, it was like having a little girl tell you what you can cannot do, especially when you’ve been dating the little girl’s sister for about two years.

“I promise, I won’t touch her butt, it’s okay.” he laughed.

Yoongi

Yoongi would laugh right in the little girl’s face, causing her to furrow her eyebrows and huff, “So you wanna laugh mister? Don’t make me beat you up! This is the rules or you’re not allowed to date my big sister!” she said and glared at the boy.

Yoongi nodded and ruffled her hair, “Alright, I promise to follow these rules.”

Hoseok

Hoseok would be a little ball of sunshine the entire time, he’d have such a good impression on the little girl, that she’d forget about the entire list and just have fun with Hobi, playing with dolls and having tea parties in the room.

“Alright! It’s a B.Y.O.B Be here tomorrow, you and Y/N can go now.” she smiled sweetly.

“What’s a B.Y.O.B?”

“Bring your own boa, so don’t forget, okay?” she said while keeping her happy little smile.

“I wont!”

Namjoon

Namjoon would treat this as if it were a a very serious type of thing, of course the little girl would take notice of her authority and use it at her own will.S/N smirked and looked at Namjoon, “And you have to bring me cookies every time you come over, or else the contract is broken and you cannot see Y/N anymore.” she said

“Fine, will do. Chocolate or Oatmeal?”

“Chocolate of course.”

Jimin

Jimin would find this girl so fucking adorable, he’d listen to every word she’d say and agree to them, but soon later break the rules when you both were alone. He wouldn’t say much, just simply nod at the girl, once or twice he spoke. But the only time he spoke was when he wanted to call her adorable.

“Your cheeks are so chubby! Can I pinch them?”

Taehyung

Taehyung would be respectful as fuck, he would be serious the entire way, and would speak properly. Afterall, this was family, and he couldn’t really say anything bad to your little sister. So he treated this situation like he did when he met your dad.

“Yes ma’am, I promise I will not touch her butt.”

Jungkook

Jungkook would be very sly about everything, he’d agree to your sister’s terms and conditions but would be secretly breaking them with a small movement. Everything she aid he couldn’t do, he did in one night. And he planned to do it again.

FRICK OKAY hello so this is my first like writing, imagine, scenario thing and i’m not sure how good it is, or if it’s good at all, but i really hope you guys like it! the pairing is tsukkiyama! the word count is 1,162 by the way! but anyways, here we go.

Sure its ok but you didnt specify rather you wanted headcannons or a scenario so I did the latter (cuz I have 15 unfinished head cannons to do and I need a change of pace) so enjoy!

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You have gotten injured in battle some time ago and had been recovering since. Keith’s been moody because of that, only once admitting feeling like he should have prevented it somehow but hey, at least you had time for yourself while everyone else endured Allura’s constant training. You’d much prefer using your me time reading, BUT NOTHING ON THIS SHIP IS IN ENGLISH WRITING! NOTHING! Which shouldn’t have been a surprised because earth is too far away to influence an alien writing. But hey, somehow Allura and Coran speak English too, it could have been worse. You did not do well in Spanish in High School.

After you were out to bed rest, you were awfully bored at the beginning and looking for a new hobby. Hunk, being the sweetheart he is, gave you a really weird plant the locals called Dancey Wanker Root which moved on its own when noise was made. Pidge and lance spent a lot of time in your room with you trying to make mimic the dancing plant and that made you laugh. Even Keith was somehow convinced to dance once in a while just to see you smile. His movements were stiff when he attempts to dance but his hips sure can swing (and that butt tho!).

Despite this, they did have to spend a lot of time away from you to train so instead of staying indoors the whole time, you went outside a lot to collect new alien plants to add to your collection that’s literally growing in your room. It was a lot easier after you were out of the wheelchair but your arm joints still needed to heal or else they’ll pop out of place. (You can see why Keith was so worried when you were hurt). Some were really pretty and felt like silk with flowers that weighed like metal, others were extremely light but ejected there thorns if you dared get close enough. They are all unique and you’ve became fanatic about them as time went on, much Keith’s annoyance. He loves you but could you not talk about a mushroom that looks like Benjamin Franklin when he’s trying to kiss/make out with you?

Your collection grew until it couldn’t fit in in your room anymore. So you started placing them around the castle. Allura didn’t mind one or two in her room and pidge didn’t notice the vines going on the walls of her unofficial work room until she found the alien roots messing with her stuff. Some of your plant babies even decorated the training deck, dining room and healing pod room. Coran scolded you however, telling you that the healing pods should be ready for emergencies, not covered in plants rendering them unusable.

Time went on and now you are perfectly healed up, except you weren’t exactly excited about it. You have grown custom to being around your plants so much that you really didn’t want to go back to training. And your boyfriend wasn’t supportive about it.

“But my babies neeeeed me!” You whined as you held Catrina, a flower that sounded like a bell when someone shook it. “Who else will water them!?”

“Watering them doesn’t take all day! And you haven’t trained in months!” Keith said, taking Catrina from your arms and made room for it near the window. “Look, I’m fine with you covering the castle in alien plants but you have start training. Coran have you the ok.”

“But I don’t want to train, besides I’m so out of the loop I’ll be worse at fighting than I was before!” You groaned and flopped on your bed. “Can’t I just….not?”

“…. I cried that day.” Keith said softly, glancing at the door to see if it was closed before sitting next to you. “You looked so broken… and I didn’t know what to do.”

Keith doesn’t often talk like this, so you couldn’t help but glance up at him. He was at staring at the wall, remember the day you were injured by a galra drone. He got there on time before it could deliver the blow but you were so beaten by then, your flesh was stripped from thighs and your joints were dislocated. It was a messy sight and Keith was so desperate to save you, he left his post and the crew was forced to retreat.

“….(y/n) no one is safe from zarkon. We’re at war.” Keith drew a shaky breath. “I don’t want to see that happen to you again.”

He held you hand as you sat up and caressed his cheek to comfort him. You pressed your lips. You REALLY don’t want to train and he could see the uncertainty in your eyes.

“….how about a compromise?” You suggested.

“Compromise?” Keith asked

“Yeah like I need to be able to hold my own in a fight and if I can do that then can I train a little less?”

“Y/n..”

“Come on, please?” You used your ultimate weapon, the puppy dog eyes. You knew it made Keith uncomfortable enough that he will give in to your demands to make you stop.

“Fine.” Keith sighed in defeat… before he smirked. “IF you can beat me in a fight.”

“WHAT!? Keith that’s not fair!” You complained. “How am I supposed to beat a training maniac like you!?”

“Train as much as I do.” He grinned. “Guess we’ll be spending a lot more time together.”

He was true to his word. The next morning he woke you up at some ungodly hour to train with him up at the training deck. You were so tried that you fell asleep hugging a punching bag. After taking a picture, he woke you up and made you run thIRTY FREAKIN LAPS. THIRTY! He is so freakin lucky you love him or you would have told him to shove is laps up his-

“Y/n! You’re going to slow!” Keith yelled and blew that awful drill sergeant whistle he somehow stole from Allura. It’s was too much and you just had to lay down… right there on the floor.

“Keith I’m tired!” You groaned and practically hugged the floor as you stared longingly at your plants that decorated the training deck. Your babies~

“Come one y/n, get up.” Keith tried to pick you up by your armpits but your body weight was content with making it harder for him to pick you up.

“Nah I’m good~ need a nap.” You put your head on his chest and snored to annoy him. He smiled but rolled him eyes.

“Come on, I’ll spar with you.”

“Whaaaaaat? You are already making me train before the damn sun is out, now you want to kick my ass too? Babe, I thought you loved me.”  

This made him laugh. Which was a rare treat so it made the suffering you endured earlier worth it. Or at least a little bit worth it. However sparring didn’t go well because he did beat you. Every single time. Your butt was sore from hitting the ground so much and you were sweating through your clothes.

“Uncle, uncle! Give me a break, I surrender. ” You landed on your back this time and rolled from the sparring mat to a nearby plant pot with a cactus plant that looks like it was made with jello and nightmares. You named it Fredrick.

“You’re not going to get any better if you don’t push yourself.” Keith said as he helped you up.

“Yeah well, I wanted to hold one my plant babies, they comfort me.” You cooed at the object. Like I said, you were bit of a fanatic about them. Keith rolled his eyes but you two spent a nice break, sitting on the edge of the training mat, talking, laughing and drinking water so you don’t die of dehydration. Of course, your lovely boyfriend hand to ruin the moment.

“Ok one more round.” Keith got up to stretch.

“What? Nooooo. Let’s go back to talking I like that. I’ll tell you about the time I found a bra in my kindergarten’s lost and found!”

You pleaded and hugged Fredrick. Keith laughed but dragged your ass to the middle of the mat.

“Come on y/n lets- woah!” Before Keith could finish a sentence, the adorable nightmare cactus ejected it’s spikes in pinned him to the mat.

“Holy crab cakes, Keith are you ok-wait.” You lightly patted his chest and claimed the victory for yourself. “OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH I WIN!!”

“WHAT THAT DIDNT COUNT!”

“Sure it does! Any won battle of Fredrick, is a won battle of mine!” You cheered much to his annoyance. But he forgave you because your victory dance is so bad it’s hilarious.

“I don’t have to train my butt off anymore!”

Don't hate something only because someone you don't like enjoys it.

It's ridiculous.

Example

P1: Hey, do you like Nyan Cat?

P2: No way, I hate that thing!

P1: What?  Why?

P2: Well Derrick thinks it's cool and he's a total prick so Nyan Cat must be stupid!

P1: So...you only hate it because Derrick likes it?

P2: Yeah man.  If he didn't like it, Nyan Cat be totally cool!  But he ruins it.