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Daily Fanganronpa Poll #69

Aoi Asahina Apologizing to her S/O After the Fourth Trial

I've always enjoyed this prompt, and decided to put my own spin on it :3

Warnings: Spoilers for Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

You stood in silence as you rode the elevator back to the first floor.

Nobody was doing or saying anything, and the tension is strong.

You knew Aoi was upset about Sakura's death, and she had every right to be. After all, they were best friends, and whenever Aoi wasn't with you, she was with her.

You tried to comfort her and had offered your support, but she insisted to be fine with a clearly forced smile.

You finally understood why she was acting so strange, since she messed with the crime scene to throw suspicion everywhere during the class trial, and get you all to cast the wrong votes, all because she wanted everyone to pay for "killing" Sakura.

You couldn't help but feel hurt. You never had any issues with Sakura, even after she was revealed as the traitor. And yet Aoi didn't think twice to try to execute you along with the others.

You weren't just hurt, you felt betrayed. Even though she apologized to everyone, it still didn't feel right.

You made it to the dorms, and you turned to look at Hina. She looked at you guiltily and slowly walked over to you and hugged you.

You wanted to enjoy the affection as you always did, but knowing what she did, it felt empty. You placed your hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her off of you before entering your dorm and closing the door.

You didn't sleep that night. There was too much on your mind and you stayed awake for long, miserable hours. It didn't help that Aoi wasn't there, cuddled up to your chest like normal.

The next morning, you saw Makoto in the hallway before heading to the dining hall. He gave you a sympathetic look and approached you.

"Hey. Are you okay?" He asked. You nodded.

"I will be." He nodded in understanding and pulled you into a hug to comfort you. You two had always been close, almost like Aoi and Sakura were. He gave you a boost of hope every time you talked, and it always made you feel so much better about the situation.

After you pulled away, you walked together to the dining hall. You saw Hina sitting at one of the tables, and she gave you a bright smile. You ignored it and sat at a different table with Makoto. You looked down at the table and Makoto gently pat your back.

Like always, you made plans to investigate the fifth floor, and after everyone left, Makoto offered to investigate with you, but you kindly refused, saying that you needed some time alone. And with that, you all went your separate ways and investigated the fifth floor.

In the hallways, you ran into Kyoko.

"Hello, (Name)." She greeted.

"Hey," you responded half-heartedly.

"Why don't we take a walk? There are some interesting spots on this floor, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss out."

You wanted to refuse, but at this point, you were just going along with whatever. So you joined her as you investigated. Kyoko seemed unusually chatty, asking questions and talking to you about what she's found. Instead of having to work for it, she was making conversation for you. It seemed like she wanted to take your mind off of things, and it kind of worked.

At some point, she stopped in the hallway and turned to look at you.

"I know you're still thinking about the trial. About what Hina did."

"How could I not? She tried to kill me," you muttered bitterly.

"You have a right to be upset. Hina had a lapse in judgement, and she acted without thinking. But avoiding her isn't going to fix it. All it's doing is hurting you."

"Yeah, but how am I supposed to even talk to her after what she did? I can hardly even look her in the eyes without feeling hurt."

Kyoko thought for a moment before looking back to you.

"Do you still want things to work out between the two of you?"

"Well, yeah. Of course I do. I love her. It's just that-"

"Then that should be all you need. I can see that Hina wants to make things work as well. But it's not going to work if you don't try."

You looked away. You knew that she was right. Nothing would get solved if you didn't talk to Aoi. But something in you made you hesitate. Kyoko seemed to sense how you were feeling and looked at you.

"I know it's hard. But if you truly love her, you should talk to her. By the end of it, you can decide if you want to make things work or not. I know you can do it."

She gives you an encouraging smile before leaving the hallway. You thought over what she said. It's true, you really did love Aoi. And you did want to make it work.

With that in mind, you decided to talk to her.

30 minutes before nighttime, you heard a knock on your door. You opened it, and Aoi was standing on the other side, holding a box of donuts. She avoided your gaze, and shifted her weight onto one foot anxiously.

"Hi. Um... Can I come in?"

You silently moved to the side and allowed her to enter. She placed the donuts on the table and sat down on the bed.

"Thanks for inviting me over. I hated not talking to you."

"Yeah. Do you think you can talk first? I can't find the words yet." You asked, and her expression turned guilty.

"I'm really sorry for what I did at the class trial. I was just upset, and grieving, and... I just wasn't thinking." You spun around to look at her.

"Exactly. You weren't thinking. You didn't think about what would happen to me, or any of our friends. I didn't have any problems with Sakura, you know. Makoto didn't, Kyoko didn't. But just because Byakuya and Toko said some nasty things about her, you allowed that to guide your decision. Do you even care about us at all? About me?"

The words began pouring out as your voice was right below shouting. Now the anger you felt was shining through.

"Of course I do! I was just being dumb and letting my emotions guide me, and..."

She let out a soft sigh of resignation.

"...You're right. I wasn't thinking about you, or our friends. I was just so mad at them that I wanted to punish them. And myself, for not noticing what she was going through. But she's dead, and the trial is over. There's nothing I can do to change those things."

You felt your features soften as you looked at her. You couldn't help but feel bad for her. Perhaps you hadn't checked on her enough, and maybe if you did, she wouldn't have acted out. Maybe this was your fault too.

But she continued, causing you to snap out of her thoughts.

"But I really am sorry for what I did. I don't have an excuse. I was just really upset. You have every right to be mad at me, but I hope that you don't-"

You cut her off by hugging her, causing her to stiffen up in surprise.

"It's alright. I'm sorry too. Maybe if I checked in on you more instead of just focusing on the investigation, I would've understood your feelings, and you wouldn't have done it. I promise I'll be more attentive in the future."

"So... You don't hate me then?" She asked, and you pulled away to hold her face in your hands.

"Of course not. I could never."

You leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips, and she placed her hands on your shoulders and closed her eyes. This was the closest you've been since the trial, and you could feel how much you missed each other.

After you pulled away, you smiled at each other, and Aoi leaned against you as you held her close. Then, you shared some of her donuts before going to sleep.

Kyoko was right. You did make it work.

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mononaq

8 months ago

Finally found an excuse to use this song

@mythicalhuman @aesthetictoya

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mononaq

5 months ago

Arturo like seriously get a room

Nightmare (Komahina Oneshot)

Nagito Komeada x Hajime Hinata

Warnings: Blood and death

Hajime ran out of the restaurant, trying to find the others. After receiving a worrying message from Nagito, he quickly bolted to the restaurant, to find no one. He didn't see anyone on his way to the beach either.

But right when he turned to enter the beach, he froze.

Fuyuhiko. Sonia. Akane. Kazuichi.

Their bloody bodies lay motionless on the beach. But before he could do anything, he heard small wimpers of pain. Then, he noticed Nagito standing there.

He was gripping Mikan by the back of her neck, and held a knife in his other hand. His once warm gray-green eyes were now swirling, and wide with insanity. Nagito always had a strong obsession with hope, but these were not eyes of hope. They were eyes of despair.

Nagito plunged the knife into Mikan's neck, blood splattering all over the sand, dyeing it red. Mikan's watering eyes, filled with fear, turned dull and lifeless. Nagito let her body drop to the ground. He held a twisted grin on his face. He was clearly proud of himself for his... accomplishments.

He turned his body to face Mikan.

"I am very sorry, Mikan. Will you please... Forgive me?"

The tone of his voice made Hajime flinch, and Nagito let out a twisted, maniacal laugh. All of Hajime's uneasiness suddenly transformed into fear.

Forcing himself to move, Hajime took three small steps forward. Taking a better look at his boyfriend, his hoodie was covered in blood, and had bloody smears on his face. From the looks of the bodies and the bloodstains, they were recent.

Nagito immediately turned his body to face him.

"How nice of you to join us, Hajime! Everyone was waiting for you..."

"You-You did this, didn't you?" Hajime struggled to speak. Nagito smirked.

"What a smart man you are. Of course it was me. They were getting in my way, so I had them removed..."

Hajime looked at Mikan's lifeless body.

"But-But why Mikan?! What did she ever do to you?? Don't you know that she did her best to help you when you had Liar's Disease?!" Nagito chuckled.

"Of course. But that was before Mikan was getting close to you. A little..."

Nagito stepped towards Hajime until his face was level with his.

"...too close for my liking."

Nagito pointed a knife at Hajime's neck when he spoke.

"Are... Are you going to kill me...?"

Nagito was grinning again, as he traced a line from Hajime's neck down his neck to his shoulder with his finger. With his left hand, he gently ran the side of the knife's blade down Hajime's side, his grin widening when he felt Hajime shiver. The blood from the knife made a trail down Hajime's side.

"Now, now Hajime... I could never do that. You're my hope, after all. I did all of this for us."

Nagito cackled again, causing Hajime to flinch once more. Nagito was gone. This wasn't his friend. His boyfriend. Nagito wouldn't do anything so obscene. So... despairing.

But he did. And Hajime was trapped with him.

...Forever.

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Hajime woke with a start. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe. After taking a few moments to collect himself, Hajime took a moment to check his surroundings.

He was in his cottage, laying flat on his back in bed. He checked the clock on the bedside table. 2:30 AM.

He let out a sigh, simultaneously relieved that the nightmare wasn't real, and annoyed that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

He jumped when he heard movement next to him. He turned his head to see Nagito stirring as he turned his body to face Hajime.

That's right. Nagito.

His boyfriend.

Hajime swiftly rolled onto his side to face away from him.

Even though he knew it was just a nightmare, he couldn't help but flinch when Nagito placed his hand on his arm.

He felt Nagito draw his hand back as if he had touched something hot. When he gently grazed his fingers on Hajime's arm, he tensed, but didn't reject the touch.

Nagito fully placed his hand on Hajime's hand again, and felt the boy's muscles relax, though his body was stiff.

"What's wrong, love?" Nagito asked with a sleepy tone. Hajime gulped. He couldn't even begin to imagine how Nagito would react if Hajime told him about the nightmare.

What if he really thought Hajime thought he was a murderer? He would be so offended.

"Nothing," Hajime forced out. Nagito began to gently rub his arm.

"I can see that something's wrong. I felt you tossing and turning in your sleep, and you flinched when I tried to touch you. Please tell me what's wrong," Nagito pleaded.

"It was a nightmare," Hajime finally admitted. "But I can't explain it. I don't want to offend you."

Hajime couldn't see, but he could guess that Nagito raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"Why would I be offended by a nightmare? You can't control your dreams."

Hajime supposed that was true.

He took a deep breath in, and started to explain.

"I received a message from you, saying that I wouldn't have to worry about death or despair anymore. I headed to the restaurant, but it was empty. Then I headed to the beach, and everyone was dead. And there you were in the middle, with blood on your clothes and an expression of complete despair."

Hajime felt Nagito stiffen in surprise, but the white haired boy continued to rub his arm as he waited for Hajime to continue.

"After you killed Mikan, you turned to me. You said that the others got in your way, so you removed them. You didn't kill me, though. You only killed the others so we would be alone together. Forever."

Nagito was silent for a moment. Hajime was worried that he was offended before he felt his boyfriend wrap his arm around Hajime's torso and pulled him close. Nagito pressed his stomach into Hajime's back and rested his chin on his head.

"That does sound frightening. But I can assure you that I would never kill anyone. As much as I relish the thought of being with you forever, I would never harm or kill anyone to achieve that. That would be far too despairing for me to do."

Hajime managed a smile. Of course Nagito wouldn't harm anyone. He was just too hopeful.

Nagito let out a chuckle. "Is that a smile I see?" He lightly teased. Hajime let out a chuckle of his own. "Maybe."

Nagito smiled and pressed a kiss to his head.

"Are you feeling better, love?" Nagito asked. Hajime held his hand that was wrapped around his waist. "Yeah. Thank you, Nagi."

Nagito held hin tighter. "Of course. Now, what do you say we go back to sleep?"

Hajime nodded and tried to turn his body to face his boyfriend, but Nagito wouldn't budge.

Hajime chuckled pressed up against Nagito's stomach. He supposed he would let Nagito be the big spoon. The nightmare way in the back of his mind, Nagito's warmth and his breathing, along with his heartbeat relaxed Hajime, and he could feel his eyelids growing heavier.

Nagito kissed his head once more before whispering, "Goodnight, my hope. Sweet dreams."

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mononaq

10 months ago

me fr fr