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byakuya is super in denial about his crush on you! deep down, he knows that he feels different about you – he's not stupid after all – but he refuses to recognize what makes you so special to him!
he's a lot nicer to you than with others! he never seems to look down on you, treats you like an equal and actually has nice things to say about you!
he often praises you, especially for your intelligence! looks are so superficial and something you can't control, but you can control what's in your head! and you've got a lot in that pretty head of yours…
of course, people pick up on the fact that byakuya is a lot nicer to you! especially if he compliments you, people either give him a look or outright tease him for it!
teasing from others might get him to say a mean thing to you from time to time, but he always apologizes for it once you two are alone – in his own way, at least!
“you're smart enough to know i didn't mean what i said to you back there. i just didn't want to give hagakure the satisfaction of calling me out on something, that's all.”
byakuya might always seem calm and collected around you, but inside, he's panicking at times! you might catch his eyes widen if someone teases him or his cheek blush at a compliment from you!
he's always quick to adjust his glasses, look the other way or find any other way to hide the feelings written on his face from you!
hi there! i really loved both your works 'in your defense' and 'your honour, she's innocent':p i wanted to make a lil request of the same prompt with characters like kiyotaka, korekiyo, byakuya, celeste and mikan pls! thank you <3 have a great day
ᝰ.ᐟ FOR THE RECORD. → danganronpa
synopsis: what should have been a sweet surprise quickly becomes evidence against you. ft. kiyotaka ishimaru, korekiyo shinguji, byakuya togami, celestia ludenberg & mikan tsumiki
warnings: cursing, use of y/n, in game spoilers, LONG writing, typos
note: gn! reader this time ayyyee so the bros and enbys can enjoy too 🙏
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what started as a structured discussion had gradually unraveled into overlapping arguments, voices rising and clashing as each new theory contradicted the last.
order had broken down. the evidence board has gotten revised more than once, and yet the same conclusion of the most plausible suspect kept circling back, stubborn and unavoidable.
you.
kiyotaka stood rigidly behind his podium, posture as straight as ever, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed the strain he was under. his eyes had not left you for quite some time now, focused sharply in a way that made it clear he was taking this seriously. possibly even more than kyoko.
“your unexplained absence is a critical issue,” he stated firmly, cutting cleanly through the noise of the room. “in a situation such as this, failing to account for your time is not merely suspicious, it is a direct violation of the trust required for a fair and honest trial.”
mondo let out a frustrated sigh from a few spots beside him. “tch…just say it straight, man. they’ve got no alibi.”
“i am saying it straight!” kiyotaka snapped back immediately, though his tone never lost that rigid sense of discipline. “every student must be held to the same standard. that includes them.”
near him, makoto looked uneasy, glancing between you and the others. “but we don’t actually know why they haven’t said anything yet. there could be a reason—”
“then they must state it,” the dark haired male interrupted without hesitation. his gaze shifted back to you, unwavering. “silence in the face of accusation only obstructs the truth. if there is an explanation, it is your duty to provide it.”
your fingers clenched into fists at his tone. why did he always have to word things that way? it was endearing at times, but right now it was not.
though to be honest, it wasn’t like you hadn’t expected this. you knew the moment your disappearance was brought up that it would come back to bite you eventually. stir up suspicion and possibly get accused of the murder. still, hearing it laid out so bluntly, with everyone watching and waiting, made your throat feel tight in a way you couldn’t easily ignore.
“i…” you hesitated, the words catching before they could fully form. “i can’t say.”
“huh?” leon leaned forward, brows knitting together. “what do you mean you can’t say?”
“that’s not an answer,” byakuya added coldly, arms folded. “if you expect anyone to take you seriously, you’ll need to do better than that.”
even toko scoffed under her breath. “s-so suspicious…t-they’re totally h-hiding something…”
kiyotaka watched you carefully, as if weighing your words against everything else he had observed so far. there was no mockery in his expression, no malicious judgment (of course he doesn’t want you to be falsely accused), just a strict expectation that you would correct this. and somewhere inside of him, he feared the lingering possibility his classmates plagued in his mind—what if you really did have something to do with the murder?
“‘cannot’ is not an acceptable response,” he said at last, volume backpedaling to a lower one now but no less firm. “if you are withholding information, you are interfering with the trial itself. that is not something i can overlook.”
mondo frowned. “if you’ve got something to say, just say it already. dragging this out ain’t helping anyone.”
you could feel every pair of eyes in the room pressing in, judging, expecting. the longer you stayed quiet, the worse it looked. you knew that. you knew exactly how bad this was getting.
but just thinking about saying it out loud...your face felt draining of color at the thought alone.
“i told you,” you muttered, unable to meet anyone’s gaze. “i can’t.”
taka exhaled sharply through his nose, frustration finally breaking through his composure.
“this is not a matter of preference!” he exclaimed, voice rising. “we are conducting a class trial. lives are at stake. if you have information that could clarify your involvement, you are obligated to present it!”
the force of his words hit harder than anything else had.
for a moment, you didn’t want to respond. but exasperation burns through when your boyfriend, in this case, was like a bug refusing to let go.
“fine!”
the word came out louder than you intended, halting the discussion in its tracks. even kiyotaka paused, caught off guard by the shift in your tone.
your hands moved before you could second-guess yourself, pulling the item from your bag and placing it down on the podium with more force than necessary.
“i wasn’t doing anything suspicious,” you blurted quickly, the embarrassment already creeping into your voice but you remained frustrated. “i was just…working on this.”
its fabric unfolded slightly where it landed. a neatly stitched armband, carefully made through with clean stitching that left no doubt how much effort had gone into it. the design was simple but precise, structured in a way that mirrored kiyotaka’s own strict sense of order. a vibrant red hue matching his current one instead etched with a moral compass design and talent written on the inside.
nobody spoke for a moment. until mondo blinked and said, “…you disappeared all day for that?”
“no way. seriously?”
“wow...you made that?” makoto’s eyes widened in disbelief.
aoi beamed at the sight, hands clasped together as she sighed in relief. “that’s so cool, y/n!”
on the other hand, kiyotaka had gone completely still. his gaze dropped to the armband, then slowly lifted back to you, expression unreadable for once. the earlier intensity hadn’t disappeared, but it changed into something hardcore of a realization.
“you were…making this?” he asked to make sure.
you crossed your arms firmly, still refusing to look at him directly. “it was supposed to be a surprise,” you admitted, voice dropping. “i didn’t think i’d have to explain it in the middle of a trial.”
hagakure shook his head, still surprised at the turn of events. “you almost got yourself pinned as the killer over an armband?”
“i didn’t think it would turn into this!”
taka then stepped forward, headed to where you were. he reached out and picked up the armband, holding it carefully in both hands as he examined the gift. his fingers traced along the seams, taking mental noting of the effort and time it must have taken you to make something meaningful like this for him.
“the craftsmanship is exceptional,” he said, giving that rare soft smile he doesn’t intend to but saves only for you.
the room went a little quieter (ignoring byakuya’s comments of “moving along to actually important things”), though not in that overused dramatic way—just enough for his words to stand out.
“if this is the truth,” he continued, voice regaining its usual firmness, “then your actions, while poorly communicated, do not align with those of the culprit. your absence was not malicious in intent.”
byakuya gave a small, unimpressed huff. “an inefficient use of time, but not a crime.”
“oi, so they’re not the killer then?” leon asked.
makoto nodded quickly. “uh, right. there’s no reason to suspect them anymore.”
kiyotaka looked back at you. the stern edge in his expression had softened, if only slightly.
“in the future,” he said. “you must understand that withholding information in a situation like this leads to unnecessary confusion. transparency is essential to maintaining order.”
you groaned quietly, face still warm. “yeah, i got that part already…”
“…however,” he added, “your intention was not improper.”
that was about as close to gentle as kiyotaka ishimaru ever got.
mondo snorted, deciding to poke a little fun into the situation much to your dismay. “damn. you really went all out for him, huh?”
your embarrassment instantly spiked again. “can we not—”
but taka had already turned slightly, adjusting the armband with careful attention.
“…we will return to the main discussion,” he announced, posture straightening once more. “there is still a culprit to identify!”
yet he didn’t remove your gift from his arm, wearing it like a badge of honor because of the hard work you poured into creating something meaningful just for him to wear.
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all eyes were fixed on you as the evidence mounted—your absence the entire day of the murder, the ‘convenient timing’, that you so happened to have that most likely resulted in this class trial. its been dragging on long enough for patience to wear thin until frustration replaced logic. and now, it had circled back to you.
korekiyo stood beside you in the circle, listening attentively to the debate though his attention never strayed far from your direction. his head was tilted slightly, golden eyes reflecting a quiet, unsettling interest that contrasted with the rising tension in the room.
“fascinating,” he murmured during a beat of struggling silence. “the narrative constructed around my beloved is quite convincing on the surface. yet human behavior is rarely so simple. to accept this at face value would be…disappointingly shallow.”
kaito exhaled sharply. “man, can you quit talking in riddles? it’s not complicated. they were gone all day, right when the murder happened. that’s not something we can just ignore.”
maki’s gaze turned into that chilling one as it landed on you, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. “do you want to die? if you have an explanation, now’s the time to give it.”
shuichi hesitated before speaking, but when he did, his tone was careful. “we’re not accusing you without reason. but…the timeline doesn’t work in your favor. if there’s something we’re missing, you need to tell us.”
you didn’t respond to prevent the situation from getting out of hand (even though it already was, unfortunately). the silence stretched just long enough before one certain troublemaker fought it.
“ooooh, this is getting good!” followed by an excited clap.
kokichi’s grin widened immediately, leaning forward with clear interest. “refusing to explain yourself in a class trial? that’s basically begging everyone to think you’re guilty.”
“don’t twist it like that, degenerate!” tenko snapped.
“i’m not twisting anything,” kokichi responded with an innocent shrug. “they’re the one staying quiet. just think about it.”
meanwhile, gonta looked both concerned and confused. “but, gonta don’t think y/n is capable of doing that. y/n not do bad, right?”
“oh shut up gonta. everyone here knows the truth already and you’re still confused? come on.” oma scoffed.
even keebo seemed troubled, by the way his robohoge stood in panic. “remaining silent under these circumstances only increases the likelihood of misinterpretation. clarifying your whereabouts would be the logical course of action.”
the pressure wasn’t subtle anymore. it pressed in from every direction, tightening with every passing second. you shook your head, small but firm. “i can’t,”
kaito dragged a hand down his face. “you’re making this harder than it needs to be!”
“then we have no other choice than to consider you a suspect.” kirumi added.
“it’s not unfair if they won’t talk,” kokichi chimed in, obviously entertained. “if anything, it’s super suspicious. maybe they’re hiding something way worse.”
“that’s enough,” shuichi cut in quickly, though the tension in his voice betrayed his uncertainty. “we don’t know that yet.”
through all of it, korekiyo had remained quiet. eyes closed for a second in concentration, studying. “my dear,” he said, turning toward you fully now, volume lowering just enough to separate itself from the noise around you, “you have endured their scrutiny with admirable restraint. but even the most patient soul must know when silence becomes a burden rather than a shield.”
“you are not one to falter under pressure without reason,” he continued. “which means what you conceal holds significance beyond mere convenience.”
that was the problem; it did. all you wanted was to spend a special kind of private moment with your partner and show him the gift you had prepared for him, but in this joke of a prison, your classmates have mistaken your (still unknowingly) entire day of disappearance for a murder you didn’t commit.
your thoughts tangled as every eye remained fixed on you. saying it out loud felt ridiculous. worse than ridiculous. it felt...humiliating, in a way you hadn’t anticipated when you first started making it. now recalling on that, it was dumb not to have thought about a scenario like this playing out later. maybe you would’ve been ready by then.
but life decides things differently.
“i said i can’t.” you repeated quieter now, your voice losing some of its earlier firmness.
“then let’s vote already,” maki spoke like she was over with this entire thing already. and she clearly was. “dragging this out won’t change anything.”
that hit harder than anything else, because you knew she meant it. a sharp breath left you as you straightened, forcing yourself to move before the situation tipped any further out of your control. if you didn’t say something now, this wouldn’t just be embarrassing. it would be final.
“…wait,” you muttered, causing the side arguments to hit the brakes.
you reached into your pocket, slower this time, your movements lacking their usual confidence. the object in your hand felt heavier than it should have as you pulled it out, carefully wrapped in cloth you had gone out of your way to keep hidden all day.
“i wasn’t killing anyone. i spent all that time in my lab. i just...didn’t want anyone to see this before it was finished.”
almost done in unwrapping it, the cloth fell away to reveal a small talisman. it didn’t carry a simple or decorative without meaning kind of design. every detail carried intention, from the carefully polished bone pieces woven into the structure to the dyed threads binding them together in intricate patterns. at its center, the small carved mask rested perfectly in place, etched with symbols you had copied from some research books you’ve taken out of the library for.
“…you disappeared all day for that?” ryoma asked, blinking.
miu burst out laughing almost immediately. “no way! you’re telling me this whole trial was fuckin’ close to going south because you were making spooky crafts for your creepy boyfriend?!”
tsumugi leaned forward, eyes lighting up. “wait, no, that’s actually really detailed…those patterns aren’t random, are they?”
himiko squinted at it. “nyeh…it looks like something you’d use in a ritual…”
standing there while all of them reacted at once made it infinitely worse than just saying it. your gaze stayed fixed anywhere but them, shoulders tense as the reality of how this looked settled in all at once.
korekiyo stepped forward, simply reaching out, hands careful as he lifted the talisman, examining it with an attention that bordered on reverence. his fingers traced along the carved mask, following the engraved symbols as if committing them to memory.
“this…” he whispered in barely hidden awe. “you created this in such a short span of time?”
“i used your notes,” you admitted with a nod, still avoiding eye contact. “from the book you left open last week. i didn’t want to get it wrong.”
“the structural accuracy and symbolic placement…you did not simply imitate. you understood its meaning.”
“it’s because i didn’t want it to look cheap,” you muttered. “it was intended to be a secret until i showed you later. not…this.”
“nishishi~ yeah, well, surprise! the whole class knows now.”
“kokichi, stop please.” shuichi muttered, though there was a faint, relieved exhale behind his words as the motive behind your disappearance wasn’t murder.
kaito shook his head, still processing. “jeez, you seriously should’ve just said that earlier…”
korekiyo finally looked up from the talisman. those golden eyes settled on you again adoring intensity. “ah, my beloved,” he said softly, “to devote your time to such a creation…even under these circumstances…how beautifully human.”
he held the talisman a moment longer in his bandaged hands before resting it carefully against himself, right over his heart as though it already belonged there.
behind him, the main debate resumed, attention moving back toward who’s the actual culprit? as the tension around you dissolved into scattered reactions and muttered comments. but the weight of the moment didn’t disappear so easily.
“you need not shrink from their reactions,” he added. “what you have made holds meaning far beyond their fleeting amusement.” his hand brushed yours briefly beneath the podium, grounding.
and for the first time since the accusations began, the pressure eased—replaced by something far more manageable, even if the awkwardness of the reveal still lingered stubbornly in your chest.
the surprise had been ruined. but in the end, not misunderstood.
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at a glance, byakuya looked indifferent as ever, as though the trial were nothing more than an intellectual exercise. but there were small tells—barely noticeable shifts in his stance, the faint tightening in his jaw whenever your name came up—that betrayed something less detached beneath the surface.
makoto spoke up, concern evident despite his attempt to stay rational. “you disappeared right after breakfast, y/n,” he said cautiously to avoid togami’s wrath. “no one saw you for the rest of the day. if there’s a reason for that, you need to tell us now. otherwise…um..”
he didn’t finish, gaze downcast as his hand went behind his neck in awkwardness. though the message was clear; we’ll have no choice but to vote for you.
kyoko’s eyes settled on you next, sharp in her calm way. “the estimated time of death falls directly within the gap of your disappearance,” she added. “right now, your silence is the only thing filling in the blanks.”
you didn’t respond. you didn’t want to—it was either going to worsen or result in more confusion, and you weren’t going to risk it. your fingers curled tighter against your palms, nails pressing into skin as if grounding yourself in something physical might make this easier to endure. but you knew better. it wouldn’t. nothing about this situation was easy, especially not when the truth felt so painfully out of place here. blood, evidence, accusations—and then there was what you had actually been doing.
it sounded ridiculous in comparison.
“i have nothing to say,” you answered finally, your voice flat enough to shut down further questions before they even formed.
ding ding. that made things worse.
celestia let out a quiet, amused hum. except you could already tell how much she was seething underneath that facade. “how interesting. refusing to defend yourself in a situation like this is either very bold…or very foolish. what could you be hiding, hm?”
“it’s irresponsible!” kiyotaka’s voice boomed across the room. “a trial is not a place for secrecy! if you possess information relevant to the case, it is your duty to present it!”
aoi shifted uneasily, glancing between you and the others. “you’re making this really hard, you know…? we don’t want to think it’s you, but you’re not helping.”
“still refusing?” byakuya’s voice finally cut through, cool and precise.
you shook your head in response. his gaze never left you, unwavering, studying every change in your expression, every flicker of hesitation you tried—and failed—to hide. he wasn’t guessing like the others. he was observing, dissecting. and his patience was wearing on thin ice now.
instead, you looked away, feeling that burn of fluster creep up your neck, spreading across your skin as the weight of everyone’s attention pressed down harder. saying it here, in front of all of them, felt too embarrassing in a way you didn’t prepare for. you planned everything carefully for one certain someone. the time, effort, even pulled an all-nighter. it was never meant for this.
“how tiresome,” he continued, tone edged with impatience. “if you intend to act like a fool, at least do so efficiently. your silence is not mysterious. it is inconvenient.”
your jaw clenched as you forced yourself not to react. of course he’d say something like that. of course he’d reduce it to something irritating, something beneath him. would’ve been easier if he just stayed silent.
“then why don’t you stop asking?”
“on the contrary,” he replied immediately, “i will continue asking until you provide an answer worth hearing.”
“…if you’re not the culprit,” makoto said more gently (probably to get the words out of you). “then please. just tell us where you were.”
“no.”
“…i see,” byakuya scoffed, expression unchanged. it almost sounded like he was done but, “then i will ask you one final time.”
“where were you during the time of the murder?”
you could feel it breaking you down, piece by piece. the longer you held onto it, the worse this became—not just for you, but for everyone else trying to move forward. and somehow, that made it harder to justify staying quiet.
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“i wasn’t…doing anything related to the case,” you started hesitantly, words coming out uneven despite your effort to keep them steady. “i spent all day in the art storage room.”
“you want proof? fine, but i’m not the murderer.” your fingers removed the lid from the sleek black box you had found somewhere, revealing the white gloves neatly placed inside.
they were unmistakably tailored, its cut matching with his usual style perfectly, the leather smooth and carefully treated. its stitching almost seemed invisible from afar, only noticeable if you looked close enough, and with the subtle lace woven along the sides and fingertips.
however, for a room that’s supposed to always be loud with arguments and people talking over one another, the trial room was dead quiet. even monokuma just sat there, though the tick mark on his forehead was prominent, just as he was about to get mad and scold everyone, toko beat him to it.
“w-w-what!? you m-made something f-for master byakuya?!” she glared at you, clearly fuming at the sheer audacity of being so boldly direct (even though he’s legit your boyfriend).
you stared back at the writer in confusion. “uh, yes? why wouldn’t i?” you muttered under your breath, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.
then leon blinked, ignoring the storm brewing from toko. “wait...you’re serious?”
aoi leaned closer to take a better look. “you made those, y/n? whoa, i never knew you had such a great talent!”
“so that’s where you were…” makoto let out a small breath, relief clear on his face.
kyoko studied the gloves for a moment before nodding. “that accounts for the missing time.”
you turned to byakuya next, admitting, “it was supposed to be a surprise,” the words coming out more defensive than you intended. “and i wasn’t planning to announce it in the middle of a trial.”
“hmph.” was his response as he took the gloves carefully in reluctant yet poorly expressed gratitude, his usual confidence momentarily quieter as he examined them. hands traced along the stitching, testing the material, noting every detail without rushing.
when he slipped one on, it was a perfect fit. his fingers flexed once, then again, as if confirming what he already knew.
“…impressive,” he said at last, though his tone remained restrained as to not show too much of the actual please he felt. “the measurements are exact. the craftsmanship is acceptable.”
you huffed lightly. “that’s high praise coming from you.”
“it is.” he replied without hesitation. “…idiot.”
“excuse me?”
“you prioritized this,” he continued, ignoring you. “over your own defense.” when you finally glanced up, his expression had settled back into something composed, but not entirely the same as before. he adjusted the glove once more, smoothing the fabric before turning his attention back to the rest of the class.
“next time,” he warned in his ‘specifically for you’ tone. “you will inform me beforehand.” a brief pause followed when byakuya cleared his throat and added, “…though i suppose the result justifies the earlier inconvenience.”
and that was the closest thing to gratitude you were going to get.
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celestia observed it all in cunning silence.
one manicured nail rested lightly against her lips, calm composure on max, her eyes moving silently from one speaker to the next. unlike the others, she didn’t rush to fill in the missing gaps of the murder timeline, instead opting to wait until the right moment presented itself. and when it did...
“how strange.” her voice was not raised, yet it held enough to steer the discussion.
“what is, celeste?” aoi asked.
celestia didn’t move from her place, looking amused, like the answer had been sitting in front of them all along. “we seem to be circling the same conclusion,” she continued, tilting her head slightly. “and yet, no one has addressed the most…suspicious detail.”
makoto blinked. “suspicious detail…?”
“you’re referring to y/n’s disappearance, right?” kyoko’s eyes narrowed a fraction as she locked looks with the gambler.
“correct,” celestia’s gaze drifted ‘til it settled on you. the word itself was spoken gently, but the effect was not.
sayaka was next to react with a concerned expression. “is that true, y/n? no one saw you during that time?”
“yes but—” except celestia indirectly—or no, most likely on purpose—interrupted your response. “how curious,” the girl added. “most individuals, when faced with suspicion are quick to defend themselves. and yet y/n remains silent.”
“i already said i can’t explain it.”
“mm, not cannot, but will not.”
“that’s not what i—” “is it not true, then?” celestia’s expression stayed the same. it was still hard to tell sometimes what she was really thinking behind that poker face as she held your gaze, as though weighing your reaction more than words.
sakura raised a hand slightly to steady the tension. “if there is a reason for your secrecy, you must say so, y/n. remaining silent will only deepen suspicion. let us help you.”
chihiro nodded in agreement, albeit nervously. “i-it’s okay if it’s something small...you can tell us.”
you exhaled quietly, frustration building beneath your ribs. this wasn’t supposed to go like this. none of it was. “i’m not the culprit. isn’t that enough?” the exasperation in your tone was obvious; you were starting to get tired of this back and forth. what shitty mood was your girlfriend even in, trying to kick you under the bucket?
celestia’s smile sharpened just slightly. “an assertion without proof,” she replied. “how unfortunate.”
oh my gosh. that did it. not the accusation—because she wasn’t outright accusing you—but the way she made your silence sound like a free choice, something suspicious rather than personal.
when the slightest of hesitation crossed your face, “ah,” she sounded pleased. “so there is something you are protecting.”
“it’s not like that.”
“then clarify it.”
“oh okay, so you want everyone to see what i made for you?”
celestia blinked, momentarily stunned. “repeat that again?”
pulling the object from a pocket, you placed it onto the flat surface in front. “you think i was busy killing somebody? no. there’s your proof.”
the lace caught the light first, then its shape. the full piece unfolded by your fingers showing a two-toned choker, black lace on the middle and white on top and bottom parts, added with subtle frill trims to match her white headpiece, delicate patterns stitched together to pair up to other gothic-like outfits she owns.
“...huh? so we wasted time over a gift?”
“please shut that mouth of yours, makoto.” celestia responded with a smile.
makoto swallowed, shooting you an apologetic look. poor guy just blurted it out without thinking. kyoko watched this and gave a sigh. “y/n, are you firm in your defense?”
“yeah. i know it’s hard to believe, but trust me. this took longer to finish for me to be on a killing spree.”
kyoko cracked a tiny smile at that. “very well then.”
sayaka’s eyes lit up in amazement. “it looks so pretty and delicate. you did a great job!” “it’s really detailed.” chihiro agreed.
“alright, that’s enough everyone.” a clap of hands followed by celeste. she turned toward you, her palm extended, gesturing for the choker with a polite, “thank you” when you gave it.
there was nothing about her expression that suggested surprise, only a measured sort of interest as she examined every detail. “how meticulous. didn’t know you had an artists’ eye for these things,” her gaze never left the object as it dangled from her hand. “you devoted an entire day to this, and still chose silence when suspicion turned your way.”
“such craftsmanship! the dedication alone speaks volumes!” hifumi exclaimed, striking a dramatic pose.
even sakura’s gaze softened once she realized, understanding settling in without the need for further explanation.
celeste hummed softly, finally lowering the choker back onto the podium. “regardless of personal sentiment,” she said, turning her attention back to the class, “the timeline now holds. the absence has been explained, and there is no longer a basis to pursue suspicion in that direction.”
kyoko nodded. “that’s correct.”
as conversation soon redirected you exhaled in relief, the tension in your shoulders finally easing, hoping the moment would pass entirely.
it didn’t yet.
once the trial was done with, celestia moved past you on her way back, but this time she didn’t stop right away. instead, she paused just enough to glance at you from the corner of her eye.
“for future reference, allowing yourself to become a suspect over something so trivial is hardly a wise strategy.”
“i know. lesson learned.”
“...but. if you insist on creating gifts, perhaps i may request you to make me other accessories in exchange for becoming my personal stylist.” she offered.
well. guess you don’t have anything to lose either way by accepting, right?
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chiaki rests her chin lightly against her hand, eyes half-lidded but focused. “the timeline still doesn’t connect. there’s a whole block of time where we can’t place you anywhere…and that’s kind of a big problem.”
gundham exhales through his nose, arms crossed beneath the dramatic fall of his scarf. “an absence in the record is not proof of guilt. the void itself cannot act.”
“yeah, but it sure makes things suspicious,” kazuichi mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “i mean, no alibi at all? that’s like asking for a big ‘suspect me’ sign…”
hajime doesn’t say anything at first, pondering deep in thought. he suddenly glances back at you, conflicted, like he’s trying to find something in your expression that clears everything up without forcing you to say it out loud.
“…you keep saying you didn’t do it,” he finally says. “but you’re not giving us anything else to work with.”
“i don’t have to prove something i didn’t do,” your reply was instant. probably harsher than you intended, whoops.
the words hang there; not wrong on your behalf..but not helping.
ibuki jumps a little behind her podium, eyes wide with curiosity rather than accusation. “but it’s like a mystery inside a mystery! if you’ve got a secret, it’s gotta be juicy, right?”
“it doesn’t have to be ‘juicy,’” mahiru cuts in seriously, frowning. “though you’re not making this easy on yourself. people are going to keep doubting you if you stay quiet.”
“i know that.”
“then why—”
“i said i know.”
that stops her. not because you raised your voice, but because of how intense it sounds, like you’re holding something back by force.
before mahiru can start full-on arguing with you—a small, uneven sound like a squeak came from the side.
“p-please don’t fight…!”
mikan’s voice barely gets heard through the strain but it’s enough to pull attention her way. she looks like she regrets speaking the second it happens, shoulders curling inward as if she’s trying to make herself smaller under everyone’s gaze.
the noise quiets down to hear what she has to say, but hiyoko isn’t having it.
“ugh, what do you have to say now, you filthy pig? just hurry up and die already!”
“shut it saionji. let her talk.” you shot the blonde a glare of warning, then turned back to mikan, nodding for her to continue. hiyoko huffed in annoyance but listened.
“i-it’s just… um…” her hands twist together nervously, fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. “e-everyone’s getting really intense, and…and maybe there’s a reason y/n can’t say anything yet…!”
...except hiyoko is quick to taunt her. “oh please, here we go. you’re defending them now? based on what, love confessions?”
mikan flinches hard, eyes darting down. “i-i’m not defending anyone! especially not because they’re..um..” her face rapidly changes to the shade of a strawberry. “i just—i mean—i don’t know anything either, but—!”
“so don’t interrupt.” hiyoko scoffs, only to be faced with an, “then why don’t you?” from you in return.
the nurse’s voice catches completely, eyes wide, and for a second it looks like she’s going to shut down entirely, retreat back into silence, but she forces the words out, looking at you in appreciation.
“…it’s scary,” she blurts out, facing your classmates now. “wh-when everyone starts deciding things like that…it feels like it’s already over before you can even explain…!”
there’s enough pause for her to keep going, even if her voice is shaking worse now.
“a-and…sometimes people don’t say things because they’re embarrassed, or…or they think it’s not important enough, or…” she glances at you briefly, then immediately looks away, face flushing further. “o-or they just don’t want everyone looking at them like that…”
nagito tilts his head, smile faint but unreadable. “embarrassment, huh? that’s an interesting possibility. though i wonder if something like that would really outweigh the risk of being suspected.”
“it might,” hajime says before he can stop himself. everyone looks at him as he frowns slightly, like he didn’t mean to say it out loud. “if it’s something personal…i mean.”
“you’re all making a lot of assumptions.”
“then correct them,” mahiru says firmly.
“i can’t.”
“won’t,” hiyoko snaps.
across the room, mikan takes a small step forward without realizing it, as though she’s trying to do something—anything—but doesn’t know how. “y-you don’t have to say it all at once…” she offers weakly. “just… a little is okay too…”
as seconds pass, you debate your answer. the pressure doesn’t explode this time. it just builds, quiet and constant, until it’s impossible to ignore. “…it’s not related to the case,”
“that’s not enough,” chiaki replies gently.
“i know.” “then—” “i get it,”
“is it something you made?”
the question comes out of nowhere.
mikan clamps her hands over her mouth immediately after, eyes wide like she didn’t mean to say it at all. “i-i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to assume—!”
“…why would you think that?”
“i-it’s just—!” she stumbles over the explanation. “y-you’ve had thread on your sleeve since yesterday, and there was that smell like antiseptic and fabric glue, and—and your hands had those little marks like when you sew too long and—” she cuts herself off, mortified.
“i wasn’t watching you or anything weird!! i just notice things sometimes and—i’m sorry—!”
“no,” your hand dips into your bag. “you’re right about that.”
pulling the item out, you show a small sized compact, but handmade; purple and lavender tones branding the object, stitching slightly clumsy yet reinforced decently, designed to hold weight without tearing. a soft inner lining peeks out where the zipper parts slightly, organized in a way that makes its purpose obvious the longer someone looks at it.
“is that...a pouch?” hajime asks, confusion and surprise written on his face.
“for medical supplies,” you add reluctantly with a shrug. “i spent all night making it.”
mikan blinks. then blinks again. she doesn’t know how to react; is she confused? yeah. did she expect this? no. but it does look really pretty..and indirectly compliments her hair color with its lighter tone. whether that was on purpose or not, that answer will remain unknown (it is).
“…for…medical supplies?” she echoes timidly.
your gaze softens as it lands on her. “you keep losing your stuff. bandages, scissors, whatever. i figured something like this would make it easier to carry everything around.”
mikan’s hands start shaking, tears welling in her eyes. “f-for me…? are you sure?”
rather than getting annoyed or lashing out, it only makes you chuckle. “for you only. don’t make it a big deal.”
“i’m not—! i just—!” her voice breaks completely, and she has to press her hands to her chest as to stop it from bursting for a second before she can continue. “n-no one’s ever—i mean— something like this is really hard to make properly, and it’s really pretty and organized and—” she looks like she might cry for an entirely different reason now.
“THIS HAS GOTTEN SO EMOTIONAL IT’S MAKING ME WANT TO TAKE A TEARY SHIT!!” nekomaru yelled, wiping away a fake tear.
ibuki nodded aggressively. “yeah! if i wrote a song about this, it’d be called, ‘I Got Suspected Of Murder Just For Making My Girlfriend A Gift!’!”
“my, that title matches wonderfully!” sonia encouraged, eyes sparkling.
hiyoko groans loudly. “are you kidding me? we almost voted based on that?!”
“well,” chiaki gives a small nod. “at least that explains the missing time.”
hajime relaxes slightly, tension easing out of his shoulders. “yeah…it does.”
“it’s fine.”
the trial finally resumes, attention bouncing back to the actual case now that your alibi was accounted for. but mikan doesn’t move. she stays where she is, staring at the pouch like it might disappear if she looks away. “…i’m really sorry,” she says suddenly, turning toward you in a small panic again. “i-if i hadn’t said anything, you wouldn’t have had to—”
“it’s not! you were trying to keep it a surprise and i ruined it and now you’re going to hate me and—”
“you didn’t ruin anything okay?” you reassured before she’d spiral any further.
she freezes, hesitant when she asks, “…really?”
“yeah, it’s yours anyway.”
her hands hover uncertainly before she picks it up, holding it like something fragile despite how sturdy it actually is. “…i’ll take really good care of it.” she promises softly, voice still trembling but steadier than before. when she sees you don’t reach out to take it back, the nerves in her body loosen as she relaxes.
mikan will treasure your gift forever, that’s for sure.
hi!!! i love ur writing and would like to request if it isn’t too much!!
kazuichi, rantaro, kiyotaka, byakuya and mondo with a close friend fem!reader who has a boyfriend who doesn’t treat her well? (like ignoring her, not considering her much etc) and the boys have a crush on her and they just want her to see that they would treat her sm better!!
i hope this is okay! mwah
>> #Author's note ::
"oh my goshy gosh THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING 5 CHARACTERS! GUYSS!! FIVE IS THE MAXIMUM!! So sorry i didn't add that before in my rules! Anyways, I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH! MWAH TO YOU TOOO!! ♡ ALSO WHY DID I DO THIS IN ORDER?"
"this reminds me of a song called ' i could be a better boyfriend than him ' ..... Oh my gacha days."
>> content warning: I GOT A LITTLE LAZY ON BYAKUYA'S PART FORGIVE ME!! + i couldn't do Mondo because this was getting too long and i felt so tired so sorry :'[
KAZUICHI SOUDA X FEM! CLOSE FRIEND! READER
#GENERAL ROMANTIC HEADCANONS
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Kazuichi isn't subtle when he has a crush on someone, and now rhat this person is YOU, he's absolutely drooling and waving like an idiot.
He's the type to blush without any reason when he sees you coming, he waves at you, a wide and sharp, toothy smile on his face when you start talking to hin.
But when he sees the frown on your face? His smile quickly disappears just like it appeared, and he would ask you what's wrong
When you tell him that your boyfriend refused to go on a date with you, but instead went with his best friend? He'd be fuming, like, smoking coming out his ears.
“HE WHAT? This is genuinely fucked up! You deserve so much better!”
“I don't know..Maybe I'm selfish or it's my fault..”
He wouldn't even let you talk bad about yourself just because of a selfish asshole. He'd hold your hand (without meaning to), and tell you he'd give you the world, even if it means throwing a wrench on your boyfriend's face.
He would take YOU on that date, he'll get you ice cream, he'll get you the nicest dinner, even if it threatens his wallet. He'd look at the waiter/ess about any allergies you have and check it himself three times.
Whenever he sees that boyfriend of yours, he'd be extra affectionate with you, an arm over your shoulder as he talks about all the times he spent time with you. He wants to see your boyfriend seething.
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RANTARO AMAMI X CLOSE FRIEND! READER
#GENERAL ROMANTIC HEADCANONS
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Rantaro is NOT the person to stick his nose in people's business or relationships. He'd hate if someone did that to him, so he avoids it as much as possible.
But it doesn't stop him from stepping in when someone gets hurt emotionally or physically, especially if that person is you, his best friend.
He always treated you like his little sister, and you treated him as your best friend and big brother. He had liked you for a long time, but he couldn't just tell you right now, right?
But after you told him about your boyfriend, he just froze for a second before regaining composer and congratulating you.
Fuuuuuuuuck does it hurt so bad, how it makes him wish he told you sooner. But what makes it worse? The fact your boyfriend is a □x□•*.@.#
Whenever you two are spending time together, he gets smoothly gentler with you. He takes you out to 'hang out' whenever your boyfriend refuses to, he buys you stuff your boyfriend mocks you for liking, he compliments you every time you try a new dress, skirt or pants when your boyfriend doesn't react or even glance.
And he's absolutely chewing your boyfriend out every time that asshole tries to belittle or embarrass about you in front of others, he's fucking him up in that polite way, but his gaze is serious.
“ugh, what the fuck are you wearing? You'll embarrass me, damn it!”
“i think she looks fine. Incredible, actually. You're doing a little too much.”
“tch, quit talking like her boyfriend, dumbass.”
“i will when you start acting like a proper one, but i know not everyone is capable of emotional intelligence.”
If your boyfriend goes too far, he's having a talk with you. You NEED to leave him, and he's ready to support you, not as someone who loves you, but as your brother figure. Oh also he's putting his necklace on you. Just to be pity.
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KIYOTAKA ISHIMARU X CLOSE FRIEND! READER
#GENERAL ROMANTIC HEADCANONS
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One thing about Kiyotaka is he respects personal space. He's never getting into people's spaces or relationships, it's not right!
But the way he sees you, a sweet girl, getting treated by someone who can't even get to class on time bothers him deeply.
He finds himself cutting your conversation—when it's just your boyfriend mocking you— for any reason he could think of
He might say (yell) about how you two are getting to class, cutting your conversation short as he leads you to your classroom, even if it's 15 minutes early.
If your boyfriend (weird way to spell ex btw), is a troublemaker, this will annoy him even more, but only because he's not even trying to act at least a little nice to you
He loves you, and is always trying to get your attention (half subtly). And you're dating this guy? He can't even hide his disappointment.
If he hears your boyfriend insult anything about you, he'd make sure to compliment it specifically. With the most red coloured face you've ever seen him make only around you.
“g-good morning, [name]! Your hair looks absolutely beautiful today!”
“wait, really..? My boyfriend said otherwise..”
“nonsense! You look almost perfect! W-would you me to accompany you to class...?”
He'd keep telling everyone else about how your boyfriend is a bad influence on you, hoping you'd listen to everyone else and leave him.
But if that won't work, he's willing to go himself! And he will.
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BYAKUYA TOGAMI X CLOSE FRIEND! READER
#GENERAL ROMANTIC HEADCANONS
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byakuya is not someone who keeps his opinions to himself, that's Byakuya Togami for you. He had always seen you as a woman of talent, smart, beautiful, perfect. Someone he could fall in love with.
And not just because of these qualities, but because you're his childhood friend. Someone he trusted with his deepest secrets and insecurities, which he 'regrets' to this day.
As soon as you said the word 'boyfriend', he just started insulting the guy without seeing him. Saying nobody is worthy of you more than someone important...Like him perhaps? Eh? Eeeeeh?
But after he sees how your boyfriend acts, refusing to buy you even the cheapest of accessories because they're 'useless'? Oh hooo he's giving a dirty look.
He'll buy everything and more, inviting you over alone to do stuff together, even if it's to read silently, or something special like a dinner.
He doesn't waste a second to mock everything about your boyfriend from his greasy hair to the nasty, yellow toes when he's (bf) wearing slippers.
“you seem to enjoy making fun of your own girlfriend for what she wears. But you're not bothering to buy her something as simple as a hair clip. Hypocrisy, i would say.”
“ugh, who the fuck are ya to decide that—”
“[name], i expect you to be at my place at 5PM sharp. I have something i have to talk to you about.”
That's it. He doesn't even look at that pathetic excuse of a man and boyfriend twice before walking away with a shit eating grin. Oh he can feel your boyfriend boiling like a kettle in the back.
He would keep repeating just how much you deserve better, and that you're wasting time on that asshole. He would accidentally even confess to you, upon realizing he will scoff and tell you to do the right thing before taking his leave, BUT HIS CHEEKS ARE RED.
CAN'T YOU SEE HIM AT THIS POINT? He's offended, he might even get you your own pair of glasses for how blind you are. He will make sure to help you wear them in front of your boyfriend even.
"WOOOO FINISHED! Sorry i couldn't do Mondo, i have been writing for this during my lessons and the whole morning, and my hands are tired.. You can request Mondo when my inbox is open <3 i think I'll add the maximum to three/four characters..Lord.."
Hii! How your doing well! And I had a request but Idk if it went through or I didn't request it at all. So may I please get a Kyoko x fem ultimate figure skater reader that loves skating to the point she wears roller skates whenever she couldn't wear ice skates. Anyways. Byee! Take care of yourself.!
-Love Pinky<3
a/n: it did not! but I got it now!! (sorry for taking so long, i've been real sleepy).
kyoko x ultimate figure skater! reader
dating headcanons
oh, she loves you.
of course, she's kyoko, and will always have a hard time showing she cares for anyone, but you can tell a little more with her this time.
there's something so therapeutic about figure skating to her, or any other icy-display of art like it.
so seeing you-
-someone she loves-
-glide across the ice so gracefully is truly a beautiful experience for her.
but the fact you rollerblade when you're unable to practice your work on ice amuses her to no end.
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Hi again!! I hope another Mondo request won’t annoy you too much lol
Could I get Mondo x Soft!M!Reader who just radiates coziness? Like sweaters and pillows and evening naps and all that.
I’d also like it if Reader was very open with his verbal affection, and how Mondo would react to that (huge bonus points if Mondo gets hella flustered!)
OKAY!!!! I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to respond AHHHH!!! also don’t worry about annoying me, I love getting to write for people if it makes them happy!!!
Mondo Owada x Reader
For starters, he always comes to you when he’s stressed or tired. Had a bad day? Straight to you. Headache? Straight to you. Tired, but not sleepy? Straight to you! You always make him feel better, and he’ll always find himself searching for you when he’s not feeling his best.
“Stupid fucking rich— Oh, thank fuck, it’s you. Let’s get out of this shithole, go take a fuckin’ nap or something.”
When you show him affection in public, he’ll try to keep up his “tough guy” act, even if it’s extremely difficult for him. He’ll get a bit quiet, debating what he should do. So he’ll just be standing there, his face red, his mind racing a mile a minute while you compliment him.
What the fuck am I supposed to do? Well, say something, dumbass! Shit, he’s saying something else! Pay attention!
You also get guard dog privileges! I couldn’t imagine a time where you’d need it- considering you’re probably too cozy to start a fight- but if anything happens, he’s there!
“The fuck did you say, you fuckin’ snob?! He’s minding his damn business, why the hell can’t you?! I’ll kick your ass!”
EuImagine the boys' reaction when you (female reader) have dark humor for jokes XD.
F I would really like all the boys, especially Chihiro!
Pairing: thh boys x reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: Dark humor and everything that comes with it (Death, violence, self deprecation, etc.)
Makoto Naegi:
♡ Honestly just. So startled.
♡ The first time you made a joke like that, he jolted in his seat, and turned to look at you with the widest eyes.
♡ It catches him so off guard every time. He has no idea what to do.
♡ Does he laugh? Did he think it was funny? He has no clue.
♡ He usually just ends up freezing, which only makes you laugh harder. The look on his face is priceless.
Byakuya Togami (platonic):
♡ He’ll never admit it, but he thinks you’re hilarious.
♡ Every time you make a joke about a tragic event in history, you can see him purse his lips as he tries so hard not to laugh.
♡ This inevitably leads to teasing on your end. “C’mon, you’re smiling! You think it’s funny!”
♡ He just rolls his eyes and keeps reading whatever lame ass book he’s got this time.
♡ Later though, when he’s alone in his dorm, he’ll think back to your jokes, and let himself have a laugh.
Yasuhiro Hagakure:
♡ His jaw drops. Doesn’t matter how many times you do it, he’s shocked at your audacity.
♡ He thinks your jokes are funny, but it takes him a solid fifteen seconds to get over the surprise before he laughs.
♡ You two just stare at each other, his eyes wide as you wait eagerly for his response.
♡ Eventually, he gives a little “snrk” and starts giggling.
♡ His reaction is every bit worth the wait, in your opinion.
Leon Kuwata:
♡ This man is wheezing; he thinks you’re so funny.
♡ The most fun is when he’s eating or drinking, cause he’ll choke up and start laughing in the middle of it every time.
♡ He’ll always say something along the lines of “Baby, you can’t just say stuff like that!”
♡ But he’ll be the first to admit the joke was funny.
Chihiro Fujisaki:
♡ Oh they hate it. Especially if you like to make self deprecating jokes.
♡ They’ll whip around to look at you. Then, very slowly, their eyes start misting up with tears.
♡ They’re chronically compassionate. They just can’t stand it when you talk about yourself like that!
♡ They’ll say, in the most pitiful voice imaginable: “Please don’t… don’t sa-say that…”
♡ This turns into you giving them the righted hug, and reassuring them that you didn’t mean it.
Mondo Owada:
♡ He loves dark humor! He makes jokes like that all the time.
♡ Needless to say, he thinks you’re the funniest girl on the planet.
♡ His friends will tease him about laughing at every joke you make, but he doesn’t care. A funny joke is a funny joke.
♡ All this hinges on whether or not you’re talking about yourself or not.
♡ God forbid you make a joke about harming yourself. He’ll turn around and give you the biggest earful of your life.
Kiyotaka Ishimaru:
♡ He thinks it’s hilarious, and he hates it.
♡ Every time you make a dark joke, he’ll give a single, barking laugh before slapping his hand over his mouth.
♡ He knows he shouldn’t think it’s funny, but give him a break! He’s been through a lot.
♡ It takes him a little bit to laugh openly at your jokes. He doesn’t quite understand the whole “coping with humor” thing.
♡ He’ll get there eventually. Be patient.
Hifumi Yamada (platonic):
♡ Hifumi, surprisingly, doesn’t even bat an eye before he starts laughing.
♡ He knows his audience well, and sometimes includes humor akin to yours in his stories.
♡ Sometimes, to be funny, he’ll pretend to clutch his pearls in horror.
♡ After he’s got most of the giggles out, he’ll say something like “You know, if you keep saying things like that, you’re going to get punched one day.”
♡ He knows that doesn’t bother you a bit. It would be so worth it.
Ellooo! Can I maybe request THH students aka the competitors of the killing game meeting pokemon Violet/scarlet trainer Y/n because a worm hole brought them in the killing game? Maybe they have some legendaries that help atleast make sure monokuma doesn’t pressure them all so maybe no killing? Maybe Y/n could offer they’re Pokémon as therapy animals and maybe hold “mock” Pokémon battles with the others by like giving them a Pokémon of theyres so they can try out battling! :3 I hope you have a nice January!
Thank you! Hope your January is good to you, too! For reference I'll leave the team vague (except for Mewtwo and Porygon Z for plot reasons), but they still have access to others they've captured in the Paldea/Kitakami/BB regions
I'll just do a few characters to help me ease back into writing the og Danganronpa series (which I haven't written for in like 5 years apparently????????)
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General
You weren't sure why the wormhole ever opened to begin with.
Maybe there was still some instability within Area Zero despite the time machine being long gone, or perhaps something else decided to open up a pocket in the universe.
But regardless, it dropped you off inside of a school.
Not Naranja/Uva or BB Academy, but a much different school that had an ominous atmosphere hanging over it.
You quickly meet the other students there after being summoned to the gym, discovering that they all woke up here, too.
They didn't know anything about each other---nor did they know anything about Pokémon when one asked about your "Ultimate" (which you soon learn is your talent).
From what they understood, you tamed animals and made them fight other people's animals, which....seemed a little concerning.
But before you could explain any further, Monokuma shows up to announce the killing game.
Immediately, you take it upon yourself to defeat him, so you send out Mewtwo to destroy the bear--who self-destructs in response, but fortunately they're able to put up a psychic shield in time as he reprimands you for attacking the headmaster.
Your Legendary's appearance shocks every student there, realizing that these "animals" of yours actually possess magic and are 100% not of this world.
Whatever any of them believed before was thrown out the window.
Given your unexpected arrival (and the fact you were pretty much untouchable thanks to your team), Monokuma won't be able to enforce the killing game as much as he liked to--although he thinks someone's gonna eventually kill somebody.
While the gate couldn't be breached, you and the other students try to accept living within the school, certain there was another way out.
He still tries handing out the first motive, only for your Porygon-Z to corrupt every video so that nobody felt pressured to kill.
But while everybody was at first wary of you and your powerful Pokémon team, they've grown to trust you, even considering you a leader.
You have no idea how to return to your world, so you might as well stay here and form friendships with these people.
Makoto
He was the first student you met...and the first to make you realize something was incredibly different about this school.
But after you saved everyone in the gym from having to worry about killing, he became more curious about you and your team.
Since nobody knew about Pokémon battling, you decide to pass the time by become a teacher to all who were willing to learn!
Makoto was first in line, of course.
You still had access to your PC, and after getting it hooked up to the computer system (with help from Chihiro), you lend him an Eevee for practice, bringing out one of your fighting 'mons to teach him about type advantages.
"So I just...give them a command, and they'll listen?"
"Yep. That's all! I'll let you try first."
On the sidelines, Monokuma vouched to have the loser get executed--but ofc nobody listens to him.
Makoto genuinely enjoyed the mock battle, as his luck allowed him to land several critical hits on your Pokémon.
Afterwards, you introduce him to a Shiny Eevee, and during your free time, he's surprised to hear about your harrowing tales of shiny hunting.
"Your talent would work pretty well where I come from," you remark. "Because these guys are super rare to find in the wild."
"That's pretty cool. So what's your strategy? Do you camp out for a few days in the wilderness or...?"
"No. I kinda just run around until I find one. But sometimes, I'll be getting chased by some angry Pokémon who don't like me being on their turf...and in my panic, I'll stumble across a shiny."
"Hahaha..I can picture that happening to me with my kind of luck." He chuckles, now unable to get the image of you running from an angry Eevee mob out of his head.
Ishimaru
Despite witnessing your Mewtwo's heroic act in the gym, Taka still sees them as an animal that shouldn't be walking around inside a school, feeling obligated to enforce that rule when he catches you two going to get snacks.
"Excuse me, but pets are NEVER allowed inside the cafeteria!!"
"I thought I already explained that they're not a "pet", Ishimaru." You and Mewtwo stare at the prefect. "At my school, we're allowed to have our Pokémon out as long as they're not a distraction."
"Well...this is a different school in case you haven't noticed! So different rules apply here! Now please put your Mewtwo back in that little contraption-"
"A pokeball?"
"Yes! The poke-ball!"
"....and who are you gonna tell if I don't?" You grin smugly, watching him draw a blank. "Surely not Monokuma, who's been keeping us hostage here, right?"
Taka freezes up, but after remembering that you basically stopped a potential murder from taking place...he relents and stops bothering you about keeping your Pokémon away (though he's still not happy about it).
He was appalled at your suggestion of having "violent" battles in the gym--to which you reassure him nothing's gonna get destroyed, as they're only mock battles.
He watches a few, nervous whenever the Pokémon on either side faint or take heavy damage.
Then one day (post-sauna), he stops by your room and asks if he could try it for himself, admitting that he's been taking notes on the sidelines and wants to be tested.
He was craving new knowledge and decided that if Pokemon was the only "study" available, he'll accept it.
Delighted, you let him train with a Charcadet. You haven't decided what armor to give them yet, but they were still quite strong with their bold nature.
The two immediately get along and battle quite well, although when Taka loses, he feels terrible and tries going over what he could have messed up on.
You remind him that battling was supposed to be fun, but you give him an A+ for having the same passion and vigor as an experienced trainer--which lifts his spirits.
You decide to let him keep Charcadet for the time being, noticing how they've been picking up his attitude, discouraging other Pokemon from causing trouble or mischief within the school.
Mondo
After learning about his Ultimate, you just knew you had to show off a Shiny Cyclizar that you've caught.
But he takes one look at them.....and laughs.
"No way, you're telling me people can ride that wimpy little lizard????"
"...yes. And this "wimp" can actually reach up to speeds 70 MPH. They've been around for longer than you, I, and your precious motorcycle have been alive." You remark, which makes the biker shut up for the moment.
He wishes he could have his motorcycle just to race you and prove himself better, but he takes your word for it after you climb on Cyclizar's back and run a lap around the gym.
If you have a Miraidon, his jealousy would be shot to the maximum because your motorcycle-lizard is not only 100% robot but they can shoot electricity AND fly????
That's so badass it should be illegal.
If you have a Koraidon, he might have a brief confrontation with them after they assume their Apex form, believing he was threatening you.
Luckily, you quickly recalled them before he could even try throwing a punch.
But since battling interested him, you let him practice with that same Shiny Cyclizar...only for him to discover that they won't listen to any of his commands.
You intended to teach him a lesson about respecting Pokémon, since he hasn't apologized for insulting them--but he didn't understand and thought you were lying about the moves you taught them.
But eventually, you get it through his thick skull and he yells out an apology, which Cyclizar seems to accept as they use Scale Shot-
Only for to miss your Pokémon all five times, making him fume as you mention accuracy as another aspect of battling.
Least to say....Mondo is extremely competitive and acted like a sore loser when you, a champion-ranked trainer, beat him.
But he got over it eventually, and you let him keep the Cyclizar, who did forgive him and gladly kept him company.
Aoi
While you were talking about the different Pokémon types, of course the Ultimate Swimmer would be most interested in the water types.
So you let her browse your PC for some time.
Lapras and (surprisingly) Aqua Breed Tauros piqued her curiosity, asking you if she could train with them since you also mentioned having done double-battles.
Funny enough, those two had natures that subverted her expectations: the gentle-looking Lapras was rash and aggressive with their attacks, while the scary-looking Aqua Tauros was so timid they were outcasted from their herd.
Once they come out of the PC and Aoi gets to know them--they're basically her Pokémon forever now. Sorry.
She absolutely LOVES that they can join her in the pool! Even if Lapras can't swim around much, they still enjoy the water.
And Aqua Tauros' body fat allows them to float around without fear of sinking.
If you were to tell her that Lapras' species was nearly hunted to extinction, she'd prob tear up, but you'd then reassure her there's a lot of protection laws and their population has grown in abundance since.
When it comes time for the double battle, you send out some strong electric types of your own, just to see how well she'd do in the face of type disadvantages.
You didn't realize how closely Aoi bonded with Aqua Tauros until you used an attack that was normally a OHKO--only to see them still standing, having "toughened it out".
Turns out that her cheerful mood and encouragement have given the bull the confidence they needed.
Sakura
After watching your battle with Aoi, Sakura steps in and asks if she could see the Pokémon you have available.
You decide to show her the fighting types, and she immediately takes an interest in Urshifu, who you've had since your trip to Galar's Isle of Armor.
They remind her so much of her dojo, and felt inspired when you told her about the journey their previous evolution (Kubfu) went on to help them achieve their current form, whether it's Single or Rapid Strike Style.
The Legendary wants to learn more about her fighting styles--so the pair have a friendly sparring match with each other.
You worried about Urshifu hurting her with their move set, but they fortunately restrain from using anything dark/water/fighting-related powers.
That's a form of self-control you've never seen before in a Pokémon, but you're relieved (and impressed) when Sakura yields with only a few scratches.
Although she vowed to never lose to a human opponent, this doesn't count as Urshifu isn't exactly human.
You then introduce her to the Tyrogue line you've caught in the canyon biome (Tyrogue, Hitmonlee, Hitmontop, and Hitmonchan), and they're collectively awestruck after seeing her rematch Urshifu, wanting to learn her ways.
So she ends up being a teacher to them, and it's quite adorable seeing them all training together in a way that not just strengthens Sakura's own mind and body, but also theirs, too.
She's not too keen on using them to battle, as she sees them as their own individual who should have the choice to battle if they want.
But because you assured her they wanted to, she agrees and uses Urshifu while you sent out Iron Valiant, a fighter from the future--and despite the type disadvantage, she actually won and thoroughly shocked you.
