Dangan Ronpa Imagines

mukuro is extremely accepting of you and your gender. in fact, she tends to forget you’re afab in the first place; you’ve always just been yourself to her. your gender was never a defining feature to her.

before you got your surgery, mukuro was the one that helped you pick your binder. she knew the dangers of binding with something like tape, and wanted to make sure you were binding safely until then. she knew how much this meant to you and took it very seriously.

when you did eventually get top surgery, mukuro was there to take care of you while you recovered. she stayed by your side and constantly asked if you were okay, worried that you might be in pain after the surgery.

she’s a little overprotective of you, but you appreciate it. if someone makes a derogatory comment about your gender, she’s the first to come to your aid and either defend you or fight off whoever is making comments about you.

if you’re self conscious or worried about sharing your preferred name and pronouns, mukuro will take the initiative to introduce you. she wants to make sure people are getting your name and gender right and that you’re comfortable in the environment you’re in.

— hajime hinata!

honestly? his time as izuru kamukura made him a little sensitive to touch. he easily gets sensory overloads from something as simple as human contact. it takes him a while to get used to being touched again.

the two of you start out slow. not full on cuddling at first— simple things, like holding hands and lacing fingers together so that hajime doesn’t get overwhelmed.

when he feels comfortable enough, he lets you lay your head on his shoulder. it’s not long after that he’s wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him.

while he may have disliked cuddling at first, he grows to love it... but only when he’s cuddling with you. he’s gotten used to your touch, the way you hold him, and how you fit perfectly in his arms.

he doesn’t shy away from doing things like running his hands through your hair or getting your legs tangled. he’s very fond of being close to you and, after a while, it’s difficult for him to let you go.

— shuichi saihara!

shuichi finds cuddling to be a good way to cope with his anxiety. if he’s ever feeling self conscious or anxious about his skills as a detective, he finds being held a good way to calm him down.

he’s not as good at initiating cuddle sessions, so he always welcomes his s/o wrapping their arms around him first if he ever wants to cuddle.

he likes burying his face in the crook of your neck. the closeness feels much more personal, and when he’s really feeling shy he finds it helps to hide his face.

that being said, he also likes to admire your features while you’re cuddling. bonus points if you’re asleep; he’ll brush stray strands of hair from your face and take in how calm you look, fast asleep in his arms.

— fluff.

Kokichi has all the fun in the world playing practical jokes and pranks on you. Though he tends to get you with the majority of them, you know that he only means to make you smile. He always reassures you when the two of you are alone that his pranks don’t mean any harm.

You’re the only person Kokichi will ever share his grape soda with. He loves the stuff and you know he’s overprotective of it because it’s not the easiest thing to get when you’re trapped in a killing game.

Kokichi’s hair is quite long and you love to play with it. He gets kinda flustered when you do but he’s good at hiding it. Secretly, Kokichi really enjoys when you play with his hair or do things like tie or braid it.

You steal Kokichi’s checkered bandana whenever you can. You love wearing it and Kokichi thinks it’s cute when you do, so sometimes he just lets you take it.

Using his Monocoins, Kokichi was able to get a video game console that you could play on with him! Sometimes he just lets you win just to see you smile, and when you ask if he let you win Kokichi lies and says he doesn’t.

You love listening to Kokichi’s stories about D.I.C.E. You’re delighted to hear about all the stories and you often let him ramble to you for hours.

— angst.

When you were found dead, Kokichi wouldn’t let go of your body. He wouldn’t even let anyone else near your body. It made inspecting the crime scene much more difficult than should have been, but kokichi could have cared less.

He kept his head low as he held your lifeless body in his arms. Nobody could tell if he was crying, because he wouldn’t let them see.

Kokichi untied his bandana before gently tying it around your fatal wound, stopping the bleeding before standing up

He laughed, saying stuff like “That’s what you get for not being careful in a killing game! [Y/N] was such a fool.” Kaito was pissed at that comment, but Kokichi shrugged his remarks off and went to his room.

When he was finally in his room by himself, Kokichi wrapped his arms around himself and shrivelled, curling up into a ball. He had never felt so alone, and he felt like he had lost everyone. First D.I.C.E., and now you.

Kokichi didn’t leave his room for weeks, refusing to eat anything, lying and saying he had already or that he had food when he didn’t. Now, he just wished he’d died too. You gave him meaning to his life when he thought nobody would care if he died, and now you were gone too.

Fuyuhiko has really keen senses. When the two of you are out in public, he always keeps his guard up and is on the lookout for your ex ( though he tries to keep it subtle so you don’t notice how weary he is of his surroundings ).

If your ex ever tries to contact you through social media, email, or calling, Fuyuhiko always takes care of it. It takes everything in him to not go off on a screaming, swearing rampage at your ex for what he did to you, but he makes sure to block whatever accounts or numbers your ex is using to contact you.

If your ex ever shows up at home, Fuyuhiko is always ready to get rid of them. You know you’re always able to contact him in case you need his help, and if Fuyuhiko himself can’t go to help you he sends Peko in his place.

At nights when you’re afraid your ex will show up or try to break in, Fuyuhiko stays over. He sleeps with you and holds you in his arms to help you feel safe.

Fuyuhiko is very protective of you out in public. He always makes sure you have a way to contact him if you have to go somewhere without him, though he always tries his best to be with you when you.

If your ex ever tries to approach you Fuyuhiko always tells them off. He gets in front of you and stands between you and your ex so they can’t get to you. He tries not to get his hands dirty ( violence is never the answer! ) but if he does have to fight your ex he does it when you’re not around. He doesn’t ever want to get you involved in stuff like that.

The first two trials had really shaken [Y/N] up. She ran out of the trial room, covering her mouth with one of her hands, eyes widened with fear. A voice called out to her—presumably Miu’s, her girlfriend—but [Y/N] was far too frantic to notice.

[Y/N] sprinted into the girls’ restroom, dashing into a stall before crouching down against the wall. Her breathing was quick and uneasy, and she wrapped her arms around herself to try and calm herself down.

The door to the girls’ restroom was quickly flown open, and in stormed the Ultimate Inventor, her heels click-clacking against the floor. “[Y/N], where the fuck are ya?!” Miu called out. Despite her words of choice, [Y/N] could hear the worry in her voice as she stepped into the restroom. [Y/N] knocked on the wall of the stall she was in to alert Miu to where she was.

Miu approached the door and knocked on it, rapping her knuckles against it. “What happened out there, [Y/N]? You good?” Her tone of voice was a little gentler now, but she didn’t receive a response. Miu sighed, rolling her eyes as she got on her hands and knees before crawling under the bathroom stall.

“Look at whatcha did, gettin’ me on my knees for somethin’ like this.” Miu joked a little, hoping to get [Y/N] to feel better. [Y/N] lifted her head as a small chuckle passed through her lips. Miu flashed a toothy grin when she heard you laugh, pressing her back up against the wall beside [Y/N] before wrapping her arms around her.

“Did that execution scare ya, [Y/N]?” Miu asked softly, watching as her girlfriend nodded. The inventor let out a sigh. “Yeah… That really was fucked, so I don’t blame ya for bein’ scared.”

Miu gently ran her fingers through [Y/N]’s hair as she held her close, letting [Y/N] tiredly rest her head on her shoulder. “You can wipe your snotty nose on my uniform, I won’t be mad.” Miu joked again, and you couldn’t help but smile before shaking your head. The inventor instead reached for some toilet paper and tore pieces of it off before using it to wipe the tears from [Y/N]’s eyes.

Nagito held [Y/N] in his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her. She had been bullied by her classmates again and sought protection in Nagito’s arms. Of course, Nagito was more than happy to oblige.

“Shh, it’s alright, [Y/N],” Nagito cooed, his voice gentle and soft as he held her close to him. He ran his hands through her hair as he continued to whisper reassuring words to her, doing his best to support her as he wiped her tears.

A small rock suddenly hit his arm, and Nagito instinctively raised his arm to shield [Y/N]’s head from anymore. He looked up and saw a couple of [Y/N]’s classmates—presumably the ones that had been bullying her. A scowl formed on his face as he saw them laughing.

“Hey!” Nagito called out to them, looking angrier than before. When the kids didn’t stop laughing, he sighed and shook his head, slowly standing up with [Y/N] still in his arms.

“Let’s get out of here, [Y/N].” Nagito mumbled softly, taking off his uniform jacket before wrapping it around [Y/N] to keep her warm. They walked past a couple of trees, and each one fell once Nagito had passed by them. The kids who had originally been laughing before now looked on in shock, and Nagito turned around to give them a smile—not a kind one, but one that seemingly said ‘if you hurt [Y/N] again, next time I won’t be as nice.’

Nagito led you away, to a park that was much quieter. He brought you to a bench and sat you down, letting you keep his jacket. He left for a bit and returned with ice cream, handing you a cone with your favorite flavour.

“You alright, [Y/N]? Were those kids the ones that made you cry?” He asked, sitting next to you as you nodded in response. Nagito let out a sigh and shook his head. “Next time, you can come to me. If it ever happens again, I’m here for you.”

Another anonymous package had arrived for him. Peko brought it to his desk that morning, and at this point, Fuyuhiko was at a loss with what he was supposed to do with these.

He knew they weren’t from a rival yakuza clan—he’d gotten the first batch tested for poison and they came back clean—but other than that, he hadn’t a clue who they could be from. Peko refused to tell him as well. The yakuza decided not to dwell on it and spent the morning eating his fried dough buns.

Fuyuhiko would be lying if he said they didn’t taste good. Biting into one of theses things was like tasting heaven. He looked forward to receiving them every morning now.

He continued to receive them for about a few months until he’d finally had enough with not knowing who was giving them to him. That day, he decided he’d do a little snooping.

Fuyuhiko told Peko he’d be staying after school that day—an oddity, since he typically went home right after classes had ended. Peko decided she’d wait for him by the gate, since Fuyuhiko had refused her offer to go with him.

The yakuza found him wandering the hallways of the now empty Hope’s Peak Academy when he smelled something delightful coming from... the Home Ec room? Perhaps Teruteru had stayed late to chat up the first unfortunate girl that happened to cross paths with him.

When he didn’t hear Teruteru’s typical flirtatious voice, he decided to investigate. He slowly opened the door a creak and peeked his head inside.

There, laying her head on one of the counters, was [Y/N], the Ultimate Baker. A crease formed in Fuyuhiko’s brow. What was she doing here after school? Not that Fuyuhiko knew much about her, but he definitely knew she shouldn’t have still been here after classes. Fuyuhiko let himself in and noticed a box beside [Y/N]’s head.

Inside the box was a fresh batch of fried dough buns, just like the ones Peko had been giving him every morning. So [Y/N] was the one who was giving them to him. A smile gently crept on his face as he quietly removed his coat and laid it over the sleeping [Y/N], scribbling her a quick note to let her know he’d taken the fried dough buns and that she could return his coat to him tomorrow before class started.

The next morning felt like it took forever to come, and Fuyuhiko waited expectantly at his desk. When the door to his classroom creaked open and he saw [Y/N] enter the room with his coat folded between her arms, the yakuza couldn’t help but smile.