Dive Deep into Creativity: Discover, Share, Inspire
Word count: 309
Author’s note: Sorry for making you guys wait so long, I was out of town for the past few days. I’m back now though, so I’ll be able to catch up and keep working. I also wasn’t sure how to just focus on her reaction without it being a single sentence, so I hope my take is okay. Please enjoy!
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At first when you told Kaede you had something important you wanted to tell her, she was really nervous
I mean you guys, at this point, were just best friends so obviously you two told each other everything
When you actually told her you were a lesbian, she couldn’t contain her excitement, for two reasons:
The first being that she was proud that you know who you are and that you can trust her enough to tell her too
And secondly… She felt like maybe she wanted to be more than best friends with you, but didn’t think she had the chance before
She would wrap you in a huge hug
“S/o that’s awesome, thank you so much for telling me”
You were super glad she accepted you
She already knew what that meant, so she didn’t really have any questions for you about it
“Hey s/o? Um, since we’re on the topic of telling each other things, I sorta.. Think I like you. But if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay, I’m still proud of you telling me I just thought-”
You cut her off by hugging her tightly again, and admitting your own feelings
Now when you guys walk down the halls together, she holds your hand tightly; and even goes with you for moral support when you come out to others (if you’re comfortable with her being there, but of course you are)
She’d offer to buy you a lesbian pride flag for your room, and tons of little things in lesbian colors
Like bracelets, stuffed animals, shirts, and tons of other things too
Oh, and she definitely proudly tells anyone, who wants to know, that you’re her girlfriend
Overall, she’d treat you the same as before because you’re still her best friend, but now also her girlfriend, and she couldn’t be happier
I would like to request „where the hurt doesnt reach with kyoko, kaede and miu
A/N: Yes, of course! :} Slowly but surely getting through all of my requests.
Kyoko:
(Y/N) kept his head down in the dorm lounge, hands clenched around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. The mug felt heavy- heavier than ceramic should- like the memories clawing at his chest had poured themselves inside.
The dorm was quiet. He had planned it that way. Early mornings were the safest. Fewer eyes, fewer voices. Fewer men.
He flinched as the door clicked open behind him.
Footsteps- measured, soft, deliberate- crossed the floor. No harsh breaths. No creaking floorboards from someone stomping in. Just silence.
“Good morning.”
He knew that voice. Soft and clear, like the first breeze after rain… Kyoko Kirigiri.
He didn’t answer. Just dipped his head lower.
But she didn’t mind. She never did.
“Do you want me to sit with you?” she asked.
(Y/N)’s grip on his cup tightened. His lips parted, but no sound came. He didn’t know how to say yes. Not without explaining the panic in his chest, or the constant crawl of anxiety under his skin. Not without revealing how he didn’t trust anyone- especially not the boys in this school, the ones with rough laughs and too-loud voices.
But Kyoko wasn’t like them.
She waited. Silent. Letting him answer in his own time.
“…yeah,” he breathed, almost inaudibly.
She didn’t ask any more questions. Just sat across from him, folded her gloved hands on the table, and looked at him- not with pity, but with understanding.
“You’ve been avoiding the others,” she said plainly, but gently. “The male students.”
His jaw tensed. Shame burned under his skin like acid.
“I’ve noticed,” she added, after a pause. “That’s all. I’m not judging you.”
“…I just… can’t,” he whispered. “I-They remind me of… Someone.”
Kyoko’s gaze didn’t waver. “Your stepfather?”
He froze.
“…How do you know that?” he murmured, eyes wide.
“I’m the Ultimate Detective,” she said softly. “But more than that… I noticed how your shoulders tense when anyone raises their voice. How you instinctively put space between yourself and any guy who walks near you. How you relax, just slightly, when you’re with me.”
(Y/N)’s breath hitched. Tears threatened behind his eyes, but he blinked them back, ashamed. He didn’t want to cry. Not in front of her.
But Kyoko reached across the table- slowly, so gently- and placed her gloved hand near his, not touching, just close. An offering. A silent I’m here. You’re safe.
“You don’t have to explain everything,” she murmured. “Not until you’re ready. And even then, only if you want to.”
The room was quiet again. But it wasn’t lonely. Not with her there.
“I feel… broken,” he confessed, his voice cracking.
“You’re not,” she said, firmly. “You’re hurt. But not broken.”
(Y/N) looked up- really looked at her- and for the first time in days, the crushing weight in his chest loosened, just a little.
Maybe, with Kyoko… healing didn’t have to be loud… Maybe it could start here.
In silence. In stillness.
In the presence of someone who didn’t demand anything from him- except honesty, when he was ready.
Healing is quiet, but constant.
The halls of Hope’s Peak were always noisier in the afternoon, but (Y/N) found himself in the library. He liked the silence there. The weight of books around him felt grounding, the muffled sounds a safe sort of background noise.
He was flipping through a random mystery novel when a shadow passed the table- and without needing to look, he knew who it was.
Kyoko.
“Hi,” he murmured before she even spoke.
She stopped mid-step, slightly surprised… and then smiled faintly. “Hi.”
She took the seat across from him again, like it had become a silent ritual. There were no expectations between them. Just moments. Just space shared without pressure.
“You’re reading mystery novels now?” she asked, voice laced with a rare warmth.
(Y/N) gave a tiny shrug, fingers playing with the page corner. “Thought I’d try to understand what makes your brain tick.”
That earned him the smallest chuckle- soft and barely there, but real. His chest swelled with something fragile and new. He liked making her smile. Especially when she did it just for him.
“Do you want help solving it?” she asked, gesturing at the book.
He nodded, and they spent the next hour side by side- her pointing things out, him guessing and missing obvious clues, but laughing softly anyway. For a moment, the weight on his shoulders lifted, and it almost felt like he was just… a normal student. A normal boy. With a friend.
No- more than a friend. At least on his end.
He liked her. Liked the way she gave him space, but always showed up when he needed someone. Liked how she never asked about his scars but always looked like she wanted to fight whoever caused them.
Not all pain is visible. But she sees it anyway.
It happened in the courtyard. He hadn’t meant to go out, but he wanted air.
Then a group of guys passed by- too loud, too close- and one of them bumped into him hard, muttering something under his breath that wasn’t even mean, but his chest clamped down instantly.
The panic came fast. Sharp. Ugly.
His breath caught. Vision blurred.
He stumbled back toward the wall, heart hammering in his ears, the sky spinning above him-
“(Y/N)!”
Her voice cut through the noise.
She was there in seconds.
Kyoko didn’t touch him. She didn’t crowd him. She just knelt beside where he’d sunk to the ground, her gloved hand resting lightly against the pavement, near his.
“Breathe with me,” she said. Calm. Grounding. “In… and out. Match me.”
She inhaled slowly. Exhaled even slower. Repeated. Over and over.
And (Y/N), shaking and pale, tried to match her. At first it didn’t work. His chest was too tight. His throat burned.
But she didn’t leave. Didn’t falter.
“In… and out.”
Eventually, the tightness loosened. The dizziness passed. His hands stopped shaking.
“…I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely, voice barely there.
“Don’t apologize,” she said gently. “You’re not weak for surviving.”
Those words hit harder than anything else. He blinked hard, biting down the emotion swelling in his throat.
She sat beside him then, her shoulder close. Not touching- just present. Solid.
“I hate how scared I am,” he murmured. “How small I feel when they’re around.”
Kyoko was quiet for a moment. Then she said, “You’ve never been small to me.”
He turned his head toward her, startled. She met his eyes- clear and unwavering.
“You're brave,” she said. “Not because you’re unafraid. But because you keep going, even when you are.”
And- that was the moment he fell just a little harder.
Kaede:
(Y/N) didn’t speak much when he first arrived at Hope’s Peak. He flinched at sudden noises, kept his eyes on the floor, and sat in the back of every room, as far from the boys as he could manage. Rumors spread quickly in schools like this- but Kaede never paid them any mind.
She saw him- really saw him- when she stayed after class to pack her sheet music, and he lingered a little longer than usual. Just the two of them in the room. She glanced up to say goodbye, and (Y/N) visibly tensed.
Her voice softened. “Hey… sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
(Y/N) didn’t answer at first. But he didn’t bolt either.
That was enough for Kaede.
The next day, she played a melody in the music room after class, loud enough for the hallway to hear. Just in case he passed by again. She kept doing it for days. Weeks.
Until one afternoon, she looked up between notes… and there he was. Standing in the doorway, holding his arm with a nervous grip, eyes unfocused.
She smiled, gentle and bright. “You can come in, if you want.”
He stepped inside- slowly, like the floor might give out under him.
Kaede kept playing. Nothing fancy. Just something soft and warm, like sunrise through a window. When she finished, she turned to him.
“…You okay?”
“…I don’t really like being around people,” he mumbled, “especially… guys.”
Kaede nodded, never once looking away.
“I get it. You don’t have to explain. But I’m not a guy, and… I promise, I’ll never make you feel unsafe.”
(Y/N)’s lip trembled slightly. But he stayed.
That became their quiet ritual- no words needed. He’d sit nearby while she played, sometimes reading, sometimes just… existing. In a room where no one could hurt him. A place where her music filled the silence he carried like a second skin.
One rainy evening, she asked gently, “Can I show you something?”
She pulled a chair beside the piano and motioned for him to sit.
“You don’t have to play,” she smiled. “I just… want you to feel what it’s like to be near music like that. To feel safe inside something.”
He hesitated, then slowly sat beside her. Their shoulders didn’t quite touch.
She began to play, her fingers moving across the keys in slow, deliberate tenderness. The piece wasn’t just music- it was comfort. A lullaby for someone long overdue for kindness.
Halfway through, she felt it- (Y/N) leaned in, his head resting against her shoulder. Light, like a bird settling onto a branch for the first time.
Kaede didn’t stop playing.
And for the first time in a long, long while… (Y/N) closed his eyes and let himself breathe.
The next day, he was there before her.
Kaede blinked when she opened the door to the music room and found (Y/N) already seated near the piano bench, a sketchbook in his lap. He looked up, startled- like he hadn’t meant to be caught.
“I… I wanted to hear you play again,” he said quickly, almost apologetically. “If that’s okay.”
She smiled. “Of course it is.”
As she sat down at the piano, she peeked at the edge of his notebook. Scribbles- music notes, little stars, a clumsy sketch of what might’ve been her fingers on the keys.
She didn’t comment. Just started to play.
Over time, it became something sacred. She'd play for him every afternoon. And when her fingers rested, they’d talk. At first, he only answered in nods or short phrases- but the wall between them was crumbling, brick by fragile brick.
One day, he surprised her.
“Do you… remember the first song you played for me?” he asked, barely louder than the hum of the heater.
Kaede paused, then nodded. “Yeah. Clair de Lune.”
“It reminded me of…” He trailed off, swallowing hard. “Of my mom. She used to play music on a little radio in the kitchen. Classical stuff. Before she met him.”
Kaede’s fingers stilled on the keys, but she didn’t say anything. She let the silence hold the space, like the soft pedal of a piano, gentle and unpressing.
“She stopped playing music after he moved in,” he whispered. “After a while, everything got quiet. Like… too quiet. I didn’t think I’d ever like music again.”
Kaede blinked slowly, heart aching.
“But I like yours,” he added, with the faintest smile. “I like… being around you.”
That made her heart flutter. Not with giddiness, but with something deeper. Like trust taking root.
She turned to him, her voice quiet. “I like being around you too.”
From that day on, something shifted.
He started waiting for her outside the music room instead of sneaking in early. He’d walk with her down the hall, always keeping a careful distance from the louder male students, but close enough that his shoulder brushed hers now and then.
And sometimes- when the room was empty, and the song was soft, and the sun hit just right- he’d smile. Not just at the music, but at her.
Kaede would smile back, her heart swelling.
She knew healing wasn’t a straight line. There were days when he still flinched at loud voices. When group activities left him drained and hollow-eyed. But he always found his way back to her.
One afternoon, after a particularly long session, he stayed behind after she packed up.
“Kaede?” he said, voice trembling.
She turned, instantly focused on him.
“…Can I hug you?”
The question knocked the wind from her.
But she nodded, gently, like she was answering a question from a dream. She opened her arms without a word.
(Y/N) stepped forward hesitantly. Then slowly- like a scared animal testing the air- he melted into her.
It wasn’t tight or desperate. Just a quiet press of his face into her shoulder, arms loosely around her waist.
Kaede held him with the kind of care reserved for breakable things. Her hand rubbed soothing circles on his back. “You’re safe,” she whispered. “I’ve got you.”
Miu:
(Y/N) had flinched when Miu first barged into his dorm, voice carrying that usual volume and vulgarity like a storm in stilettos.
“Yo, pencil-dick! You alive in here or what? You didn’t show up for breakfast and I ain’t got time to invent a search drone with tits just to find your sorry a-”
She stopped. Mid-rant. Her blue eyes scanned the dark room and landed on him, curled up in the corner with trembling shoulders, the edge of his sleeve wet where he’d been biting it to stay quiet. Not because he was hiding from her- but from the memories her voice had triggered.
“…Ah. Shit.”
It was the first time she didn’t call him a name.
Miu didn’t step closer. She dropped to sit cross-legged by the door, fiddling awkwardly with a spare screw in her hand, voice dipping just enough to feel like a whisper.
“Okay, so... maybe screaming like I’m in heat wasn’t the move,” she mumbled, chewing her bottom lip. “You wanna talk or should I just sit here and talk to myself like a damn lunatic? ‘Cause I can do both.”
(Y/N) didn’t answer. His voice was buried too deep behind the fear. But he didn’t tell her to leave.
She took that as permission.
Later that night, after hours of her rambling about new inventions- some genius, some dangerously stupid- he finally managed a small voice. Fragile.
“…Why’re you being nice to me?”
Miu blinked, caught off guard. Her usual grin didn’t come. Instead, she shrugged, arms resting loosely on her knees.
"'Cause I know what it’s like to hate being touched. To hear someone’s footsteps and feel your chest lock up. To build a thousand walls with your bare hands 'cause you don’t trust a single fucking person not to break you again.”
(Y/N) looked up at her, eyes wide. She wasn’t loud anymore. She was... real.
She smirked, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Plus, you’re the only guy who doesn’t try to touch me or tell me to shut up. That’s kinda hot.”
A breathless, broken laugh escaped him before he could stop it.
And that was the first night he fell asleep with her sitting beside him- quiet, steady, and real.
It wasn’t overnight. But it was something.
The next morning, Miu came back. Same knock, a little softer this time. She waited- didn’t barge in. When (Y/N) cracked the door open, she was standing there with a weird contraption in her hands.
“It’s a... uh... noise-canceling headset,” she said, trying and failing to sound casual. “If I yell too loud, it automatically dampens my voice before it reaches your ears. Like a built-in anti-Miu filter. Patent pending, dickweed.”
He blinked at her, then... laughed. A real laugh, quiet and airy, but genuine.
She flushed bright pink. “S-Shut up, it’s not because I like you or anything! I just got bored! You think I sit around all day worrying about your trauma baby brain or some shit?!”
(Y/N) smiled.
“Thank you.”
She looked like she short-circuited for a second. “…Whatever.”
Over the next few weeks, they started eating together- sometimes in the cafeteria, sometimes in his room. He talked more now, slowly. Haltingly. But it was there.
“I used to be afraid of falling asleep,” he admitted one evening, his fingers picking nervously at the hem of his sleeve as they sat cross-legged on his bed, a blanket pulled over both their legs. “If I stayed awake, I could hear him coming. I’d have time to hide.”
Miu didn’t answer right away. She just scooted closer, their knees brushing.
“If you ever need someone to sleep next to you,” she said softly, “I’m right here. I snore and occasionally yell ‘ORGASM!’ in my dreams, but like- other than that, I’m pretty fuckin’ cuddly.”
He laughed again, but this time, there were tears running down his cheeks.
One night, he reached for her hand.
She was rambling about a new sex robot idea (“It makes you breakfast and calls you daddy! Revolutionary!”), and he wasn’t really listening- just watching her, soft-eyed and warm.
His fingers brushed hers. Hesitant. Unsure.
She froze mid-sentence, cheeks blooming with color. “W-Woah. D-Don’t get all handsy on me, lover boy…”
But she didn’t pull away.
And when his grip tightened, just slightly, her own hand squeezed back. Gentle. Careful. A little shaky.
“…But if you wanna hold hands like some lame high school anime couple, I guess I can allow it.”
(Y/N) didn’t say anything. He just leaned his head on her shoulder.
And for once, Miu Iruma- Ultimate Inventor, self-proclaimed genius perv, filthy-mouthed storm of chaos- didn’t say a word either.
She just let him rest there.
For Danganronpa, how about some Smut Headcanons for Hina, Mahiru, and Kaede helping their Female S/O to squirt for the first time!
A/N: Of course I can! This is my first time doing Headcanon's, though. I hope this is what you wanted :}
Hina:
HAD TO CUT THIS PART BECAUSE SOMEONE LITERALLY FUCKING THREATEDNED ME!!!
Posted what happened, the link is above, but jfc some people are so mentally unwell. Who ever you are, I seriously hope you get the help you need.
Mahiru:
- The Nervous Anticipation: The air between them is different tonight. It’s not the usual playful flirting or casual kisses; it’s thick with something heavier, unspoken, but deeply understood. (Y/N) is fidgeting, her fingers messing with the hem of her shirt, while Mahiru- normally full of sarcastic remarks- finds herself uncharacteristically quiet. They both know where this is heading, but neither of them really knows how to start.
- Awkward Yet Sweet First Steps: Despite her usual confidence, Mahiru is a nervous wreck inside. She wants everything to be perfect, wants (Y/N) to feel safe and cherished, but holy hell, she’s overthinking every move. Meanwhile, (Y/N)- who has literally never done anything like this before- feels her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Every touch, every shared glance, feels ten times more intense than usual.
- Soft, Slow Exploration: Mahiru takes the lead, but gently. Her fingers trail over (Y/N)’s arms, her waist, tracing slow patterns on her skin as she watches every little reaction. She kisses her everywhere- her cheeks, her forehead, her jaw- until (Y/N) finally lets out a shaky breath, whispering, “I want you.” That’s all it takes for Mahiru’s heart to damn near explode.
- Mahiru’s Photographer Instinct Kicks In: As things progress, Mahiru can’t help but admire the absolute beauty of the moment. (Y/N) looks so soft, so vulnerable yet trusting, and fuck, she wants to capture this forever. She resists the urge to grab her camera, but at some point, she whispers about how breathtaking (Y/N) looks. (Y/N), flustered as hell, buries her face in Mahiru’s shoulder.
- Consent Queens: They check in with each other constantly. “Is this okay?” “Do you like this?” It’s sweet, but at some point, (Y/N) laughs between gasps, saying, “Mahiru, if you ask me one more time, I swear to god.” Mahiru chuckles, finally letting go of her nerves a little, before focusing on making her girlfriend fall apart in the best way possible.
- Mahiru is a Soft Dom???: Mahiru may be a nervous mess internally, but her natural assertiveness doesn’t just disappear. She instinctively takes charge, not in an overbearing way, but in a way that makes (Y/N) feel completely safe and adored. She’s super praise-heavy, whispering how beautiful (Y/N) is, how perfect she is, how much she loves seeing her like this. (Y/N), in return, melts under her touch.
- Reaching the Peak: It happens so much faster than (Y/N) expected. She barely has time to process it before her whole body goes taut, her fingers digging into Mahiru’s shoulders as she gasps and trembles. It’s overwhelming, electrifying, and so damn intense, she almost can’t believe it’s real. Her breath catches, her back arches, and she lets out a breathless moan, completely lost in the moment.
- Mahiru is Absolutely Mesmerized: Watching (Y/N) fall apart like this is the most stunning thing she’s ever seen. She never expected to love this side of her girlfriend so much, but fuck, knowing she’s the first person to ever make (Y/N) feel this way? That’s a feeling she never wants to lose.
- The Immediate Aftermath: (Y/N) is still trembling, barely able to form words, so Mahiru pulls her close, cradling her against her chest. She whispers sweet nothings, pressing soft kisses against (Y/N)’s forehead, cheeks, lips. “You okay?” she murmurs, even though the answer is painfully obvious from the way (Y/N) is still clutching onto her like a lifeline.
- Soft Aftercare is a Must: Mahiru takes care of (Y/N) afterward, running fingers through her hair, whispering soft reassurances, making sure she’s comfortable and warm. “Need water?” “Need anything?” (Y/N) pretends to protest being babied but secretly loves it. “Mahiru, you’re acting like I just ran a marathon,” she grumbles, but she’s already nuzzling into her anyway.
- (Y/N)’s Shy Confession: After a few moments of silence, (Y/N) mumbles into Mahiru’s skin, “That was… the best thing I’ve ever felt.” She sounds so damn embarrassed, but Mahiru just grins, pressing another kiss to her temple. “Yeah?” she teases. “Glad I could be the one to show you.” (Y/N) groans, hiding her burning face in Mahiru’s shoulder.
- Cuddles and Teasing: They stay wrapped up in each other, letting the moment linger, neither wanting to move. (Y/N), still, coming down from the high, lazily traces circles on Mahiru’s back. Eventually, she mutters, “You’re gonna be so fucking smug about this, aren’t you?” Mahiru grins, kissing her neck. “Oh, absolutely.”
- Their Love Only Gets Stronger: Exploring each other doesn’t change their relationship- it deepens it. They were already so in love, but now there’s a whole new level of trust and closeness between them. They fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
Kaede:
- High School Sweethearts with a Whole Lot of Love: Kaede and (Y/N) have been dating since high school, and from the very beginning, their relationship has been filled with warmth, laughter, and way too many flustered moments. Kaede is very much a romantic, always doing little things like writing (Y/N) piano pieces, sneaking little notes into her bag, and kissing her nose just to make her blush. (Y/N), on the other hand, acts like the smooth one, but the second Kaede even breathes in her direction with a little more affection than usual, she is absolutely doomed.
- Fleeting touches: Holding Hands? Cute. But Holding Hands Under the Covers? Illegal. Even though they’ve been together for years, they are still flustered idiots when it comes to physical affection. (Y/N) still gets butterflies whenever Kaede casually holds her hand, and Kaede still turns bright red whenever (Y/N) kisses her neck- But the moment they start cuddling under the covers, it suddenly feels ten times more intimate, and neither of them knows what the to do about it.
- The Build-Up to Something More: They’ve been thinking about taking things a step further, but neither of them wants to rush. Kaede, being the overachiever she is, researches the hell out of everything. She wants to make sure that she knows how to make (Y/N) feel good without making her uncomfortable. (Y/N), meanwhile, is excited but also lowkey terrified. She knows she wants this with Kaede, but holy hell, the thought of Kaede actually touching her like that makes her whole brain short-circuit.
- The Night Everything Changes: It starts like any other night- just the two of them in Kaede’s room, soft music playing in the background, and a little bit of cuddling… But this time? There’s a different energy in the air. Kaede gently kisses (Y/N) a little deeper, letting her fingers trail along her waist, and (Y/N) suddenly realizes, ‘Oh, we’re really doing this.’
- Kaede Takes the Lead (Even Though She’s Shaking Like a Leaf): At first, Kaede is nervous as hell. She’s always been confident when it comes to playing the piano or performing, but when it comes to intimacy? That’s an entirely new stage, but when she hears the way (Y/N) breathes a little heavier every time she touches her, that nervousness slowly turns into determination. Kaede realizes that she wants to be the one to make (Y/N) feel good, to be the one who helps her experience something new and beautiful.
- (Y/N) Falls Apart Instantly: The second Kaede touches her in just the right way, (Y/N) is done for. She thought she could handle it. She really did. But the way Kaede’s soft, delicate hands explore her body makes her entire soul leave her body. She tries so hard to stay quiet, but Kaede sees right through her. “Don’t hold back,” Kaede whispers against her skin, and (Y/N) immediately melts into the sheets.
- Kaede Learns She Loves Being in Control: As Kaede keeps going, she notices every little detail- the way (Y/N)’s breathing changes, the way she grips onto the sheets, the way she softly gasps her name… Something about it makes Kaede feel so… powerful. For once, she’s not just playing an instrument- she’s playing with (Y/N), and every touch, every movement, is making her girlfriend completely fall apart beneath her.
- The First Time (Y/N) Ever Reaches her High: (Y/N) has never felt anything like this before- the slow build-up, the way her body tightens, the overwhelming pleasure that finally crashes over her like a wave. When it happens, she completely forgets how to function. She’s breathless, shaking, gripping onto Kaede like she’s the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. Kaede doesn’t stop holding her for a single second, kissing her forehead, whispering soft reassurances, and just being the absolute best girlfriend in existence.
- (Y/N) Is a Flustered, Speechless Mess Afterwards: After everything, (Y/N) refuses to look Kaede in the eye. Kaede, being smug as hell, just grins and asks, “Was it good?” (Y/N) groans, hides under the blankets, and refuses to answer… But the way she pulls Kaede close and buries her face in her chest says everything Kaede needs to know.
- Morning After Shenanigans: The next morning, they are both grinning like lovesick idiots… Unfortunately, their friends immediately catch on. Shuichi squints at them over breakfast and asks, “Why are you two acting weird?” Miu, being the gremlin she is, immediately puts two and two together. “OH MY GOD, YOU TWO FINALLY FU-” “MIU, SHUT THE HELL UP!”
- A Whole New Level of Intimacy: Their relationship was always full of love, but after that night? It feels even deeper. Kaede can’t stop smiling whenever she looks at (Y/N), knowing she was her first in such a big way. (Y/N), on the other hand, gets flustered way more easily now, especially whenever Kaede touches her in public. “Oh, so now you’re nervous?” Kaede teases, nudging her. “Shut up,” (Y/N) mutters, hiding her face behind her hands.
- Exploring Even More Together: Now that they’ve taken that first step, they get more and more comfortable exploring each other. Kaede still loves teasing (Y/N) just to watch her reactions, and (Y/N) loves learning what makes Kaede weak in return. They take their time, learning and growing together, never rushing, and always making sure they’re both completely comfortable. Because at the end of the day? It’s not just about physical intimacy. It’s about trust, love, and being completely vulnerable with the person who means the most to them.