Akane Owari - Blog Posts

i have a friend who has a buzz cut and we all pet his head to feel the texture.do you think anyone does this to kuzuru

Short answer: yes no one can resist the buzzcut fuzzies

Long answer:

Some non-survivors:

Yes. No one can resist the buzzcut fuzzies.

This is why you don't share your opinion on Twitter lol

I personally think Nagito isn’t here because thousands of bags would fall out the vending machine even if he only wanted one, but that’s just me🤷‍♀️

Happy Pride?

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Another entry in Taka's accidental adventures in insulting people.

As someone who has an allergy to face-paint I have to duck and weave when folk bring out the rainbow face-paint sticks at pride, and I always have the urge to justify myself...

But no one believes you if you say something like 'I swear, I'm not honophobic! I just have an allergy!'

an "Allergy" indeed...

Akane is,

I am hungry I have been hungry I was born hungry What do I need?

and Gundham is,

I am something I have been something I was born something What could I be?

and Sonia is,

I am waiting I have been waiting I was born waiting I was born waiting for that something

Does this make sense?

Akane/Kiyotaka/Kazuichi reacting to an overprotective s/o

~Post type: Headcanons~

Author Note’s: I’m so sorry this took so long, and the boys’ are shorter but I can add more to it if you guys want! Please enjoy :)

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 Akane:

Akane has a habit of getting herself into trouble. Whether that be using her fists to get through to someone, or letting people use her body for personal gain. Along with her background, which just furthers your fears, because she doesn’t think twice about those things

That’s why you want to make sure to protect her when you can. Maybe a little too much, however.

Akane is stubborn, and tries to use her “gut feelings” as an excuse that she’ll be okay so you don’t have to worry about her.

 Even though her gut is never wrong, you still worry that something will happen. Because of this, when she goes out, you make sure to remind her to text you when she gets there.

 Or just ask to go with her, if you can. But you try not to impose. You definitely have to bribe her, with food, to not go to certain places. 

Especially her old neighborhood. 

You try to have her stay away from there as much as you can, and go with her when she visits family. 

Which doesn’t happen often, but you don’t trust it from what she tells you about it, so you’re extra cautious.

You definitely make her carry pepper spray, even though she knows how to fight.

“You can never be too careful” You tell her constantly.

She just rolls her eyes, but complies.

She doesn’t mind too much, most of the time, because she knows you love and care about her. Though she does still try to sway you to be more trusting sometimes, because she knows how to handle herself.

Kiyotaka:

Taka is definitely overprotective as well, and completely understands the feeling of wanting to keep his s/o safe.

Even if you didn’t ask him to text/call you often, to make sure you know where he is and that he’s safe, he’d do it anyway

And he asks that you do the same

Life 360 is downloaded on both of your phones, and you both check constantly when you’re not together.

He never really gets into any trouble because he knows how to stand his ground, though you still worry for him. 

Before he goes anywhere, you make sure to ask him how long he thinks he’ll be out, and to text or call you if the estimated time changes, so you know if he’s safe or not while he’s out.

Just because you don’t want him to go missing even though, again, it’s unlikely.

All-in-all, he understands why you ask him to do these things, and won’t hesitate to do as you ask. 

Partly because he believes it’s the ‘rules’ of the relationship, but also because he’d do the same, if he felt wary at all.

Kazuichi:

Kazuichi never really had anyone care about his safety as much as you do, so he doesn’t understand why, exactly, you’re so protective.

The first time you tell him all the things you’d like him to do if he plans on going anywhere, he thinks you’re joking.

He texts you “heading out lmao” as a joke, half-thinking that you’d been joking. But when you respond “Okay, where are you going? Do you know how long you’ll be out? Is anyone going with you?”

He understood, actually answered the question and was more careful than he probably would’ve been.

But he does what you suggest, when he remembers.

Don’t get me wrong, he doesn't have a horrible memory, but when it comes to safety, he either already carries a knife with him or just doesn’t think about it at all.

Like, some days, he’ll bring his favorite handmade knife, and other days he’d just leave without thinking twice about it.

But you try to remind him anyway.

You want him to call or text you when he gets places, and make sure you know when/where he’s going at all times.

But he also sometimes forgets to tell you he’s going out, especially if you’re at work or school. He just doesn’t want to bother you, even though you asked him to.

If you get upset by him forgetting to tell you, he’d apologize and try to remind himself to tell you again next time.

HERE is the terrible comic of this :)

Sayaka: What’s it like being friends with Taka and Byakuya? Toko: One time i asked Taka for a cup of water when we had just fought, he came back with a single ice cube and said ‘wait.’ Byakuya laughed at me.

Mondo after the fifth butter joke hes gotten today: I FUCKING HATE THIS FUCKING FAMILY. 

Taka holding a butter container: Look everyone! Its our good friend Mondo!

The group playing D&D. Taka and Junko chanting: you better watch out, You Better Watch Out; YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, YOU BETTER WATCH OUT- Mikan crying: WHY???? Akane frantically rolling her dice: I have zero idea i rolled a 3.

Toko looking at the WOH: Oh my fucking god is that a gremlin??

Kirigiri: How was the Honeymoon Taka? Taka: It was fun but,,,, ~Flashback~ Byakuya holding the marriage certificate and a lighter: GOOD LUCK TRYING TO RETURN ME WITH THE RECIEPT! ~Flashback end~ Taka: Toko just cheered him on. 

Byakuya showing off Taka and Kokichi: MY LOVE AND MY CHILD. LOOK AT THEM. AMAZING.

Kirigiri and Celeste flirting Leon: Really? In front of my salad?

A very flattering article-in-the-making about japan's #1 Olympic gymnast

wonky cropping for their wonky shenanigans

i had to scrub through the anthology to confirm what i'd heard about but yes

she's done it already

Akane therapy moment or sth

Danganronpa 2 Monokuma: alright here the motiv for today but there a twist. Usually you allow to kill whoever you like. But this time there a target and if you kill someone other than the target the kill won't count and you will be Executor immediately. And the target is s/o. What the cast reaction to there s/o being the target.

Ooo very interesting :3

Monokuma's Motive - DR2 Cast x Reader

When Monokuma called everyone to Jabberwock Park, everyone knew it wasn't anything good. It had been a bit since the last murder, thanks to you, and Monokuma hadn't been bothering anyone, so everything seemed to be going well.

Until he summoned the entire class to the park out of nowhere.

No one was willing to disobey him, so you all made your way there, where the bear was waiting.

"Gooood morning, my beautiful students! Now, let's get down to business! You know how this game's been going so far; you're usually allowed to kill whoever you want, however you want to do it, right? Well, I have something different planned."

You didn't like the way he said that. You exchange an anxious look with your significant other before turning back to Monokuma.

"This time, the motive I selected has a teeny-tiny bit of a twist. This time, there's a target!"

This had everyone on edge. The target could have been anyone. You and your significant other tightly take hold of each other's hands, waiting for Monokuma to reveal the target.

"And that target... is (Name)!" He shouted, pointing his left paw at you.

All color drained from your face, and your blood turned to ice. The air was filled with an agonizing silence as all heads turned to you. The others gave you looks of sympathy, and looks of fear. Your significant other was horrified.

"(Name) is the target of this brand new motive! They are the only person you are allowed to kill. If you kill anyone else, you will be immediately executed, and there won't be a class trial."

Hajime Hinata 

"What?! You can't! You can't make them the target!"

"Sure can, lover boy! It's non-negotiable!"

Hajime was absolutely horrified

Why would he choose you?

Just because you were trying to keep the peace didn't mean you had to die!

But apparently, Monokuma thought otherwise

There is no way Hajime will allow this

He will never let anybody touch you ever again

He becomes a bit more aggressive towards the others and way more protective over you

He doesn't even want you to go near them

It's kind of irritating honestly

But you know that he's doing it out of love, so you suppose you can put up with it for a while

Nagito Komaeda 

"Wh-What? Why (Name)? They don't deserve to die..."

Unfortunately, Monokuma didn't think so

You were the one preventing the kills, so he had to get rid of you

Instead of being hyper-focused on keeping you away from the others like Hajime, Nagito is more focused on comforting you

Being the chosen target must be terrifying, of course

So when you're out together, he holds your hand and keeps you close

When you're alone, he holds you close to his chest while he whispers gentle words into your ear

He wants you to feel safe

He feels anxious about you being around the others, but he'll let you hang out with them as long as he's with you

But he watches them like a hawk

Nagito hates seeing you scared, and he'll do whatever it takes to prevent you from dying

Kazuichi Soda 

"What?! That's crazy!! Why them?!"

He's more anxious then you are, honestly

The thought of losing you has him near the edge

But he'll pull himself together and try to act strong for you

You're the one being targeted, after all

He acts like a big manly bodyguard and walks all serious and stiff while he follows you around

He's not very threatening, but it did make you laugh

Not exactly what he was going for, but he's glad that he at least helped you take your mind off the situation

Real talk though, if anyone got too close to you, he'll probably throw a wrench at their head

He doesn't want anyone to come near you

There will be some nights where he'll need you to comfort him

He hates living every day in fear of you getting killed

And he'll be there for you to lean on him too

Just be prepared for a very clingy Kazuichi

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu 

"What the hell?! You bastard! You can't do that!!"

Very VERY pissed

How dare that damn bear target you?!

But he breathes in and forces himself to calm down

This is about you, not him

He and Peko both follow you everywhere, giving anyone who looks at you a hard glare

He will never leave you by yourself again

One of them will always be with you

He will not hesitate to threaten someone with a gun when they approach you

Maybe it's not entirely necessary, but there is no changing his mind

Underneath all this though, Fuyuhiko is scared shitless

He hates the thought of you dying

He doesn't want to show it, since again, this is about you, not him

But he'll have to spill his guts eventually, and he'll begrudgingly accept comfort from you once he does

It actually helps him quite a bit

But for the most part, all his focus is on you

Gundham Tanaka 

"You fiend! How dare you appoint my beloved companion as the next target of your twisted game?!"

Stressed out and angry at the same time

Whenever you roam around the island, he brings a bear with him

He'll do the most to keep you safe

Like Nagito, he will comfort you when you need it when you're alone

And when you're out?

BEAR.

And the Dark Devas of Destruction hiss at anyone who comes too close

And Gundham will threaten to curse them

Like Kazuichi, he will need some comforting sometimes 

From the overall stress of the situation

But he and his bears will protect you, no matter what

Teruteru Hanamura 

"Hey now, this is just complete nonsense! Why would you pick (Name) as your next target?!"

Another one who is very stressed and might need some comforting

If you have to go out, he'll stick to you like glue

But most of the time, he'll want the two of you to stay in either of your cottages

He doesn't have any fighting skills, so he just wants to keep you away from everyone as best as he can

He really doesn't want you to leave, but he can't force you

Once again, he'll need some comforting

Even if he doesn't have any fighting skills, he'll go to hell and back for you

Nekomaru Nidai 

"WHAT?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?! I HATE YOU!"

He's loud and passionate on the outside, but on the inside, he's terrified

He hates the idea of losing you

He's around you 24/7, inside or outside

When you're outside, he sticks close to you like a bodyguard

And when you're not outside, he's cuddling with you while you're in one of your cottages

He's not a violent person, but if anyone had any idea of hurting you, he'll bash their skull in

Nekomaru will do anything for you

Even stand between you and Monokuma while he's attacking you

But that's only a worst case scenario

The Impostor 

"Absolutely despicable. How dare you choose (Name) as your target? Truly disgusting."

Underneath his snobby, salty exterior, he is incredibly anxious

But he won't let it show

Instead, he'll act as your bodyguard and protect you

He ends up hardening himself and becoming more distant because of the sheer anxiety he's feeling

Soon, he'll break down and spill his feelings

He doesn't feel strong enough to protect you

But a gentle handholding followed by a hug is enough to make these thoughts dissolve

He's still never letting you out of his sight though

The others can eat shit and die, but you're not allowed to leave him

Your leader commands it

Izuru Kamakura

"You disgust me."

His expression darkens and he glares daggers into Monokuma

Honestly, you were more worried about him than you were about your situation

After that, he's quickly dragging you to your cottage

At first, he sort of stands in front of the door, not doing or saying anything

Then he sits down on the bed and pulls you into his lap without saying a word

His silence speaks volumes, though

The way he holds you close to him tells you that he will slaughter anyone who gets too close

He has the talents, and he will get it done

Ain't no way he's letting you out of his sight

If you ask to leave, he'll stand in front of your door and stare you down with no expression

But eventually, he'll begrudgingly let you leave as long as he's with you

He holds your hand and glares at anyone who's nearby as he does so, though

He detests Junko for this, and he'll take care of her once he gets the chance

Chiaki Nanami 

"What? Why?"

She's a little shocked

Imagine the surprised pikachu face here

She has no idea what she can do

She expected for Monokuma to choose her as the target, not you

She doesn't have any fighting skills whatsoever, so all she can do is cling onto you while you walk outside together

But whenever she can, she stays in with you and plays video games with you

Another one who will need some comforting

Sometimes she'll cling onto your arm and bury her face into your shoulder, lightly shaking

And you'll pull her into your side and hug her while she grips your shirt

Another thing she worries about is the secret about who she was

It feels like a knot in her stomach

She knows she has to tell you eventually

And she dreads it

Mikan Tsumuki 

"Wh-What?! Why?! (Name) d-doesn't d-d-deserve to d-die!!"

She starts bawling right there on the spot

You'll have to lead her back to your cottage and calm her down

Once again, prepare for a clingy gf

Inside or out, she'll cling onto your arm while you walk together

Like several others on this list, she'll need you to comfort her

She tries to be there for you as best as she can, but she really is terrified

She would rather hang out inside with you, but she'll go outside with you if you so desire

Mikan doesn't want to let you go, and she will do whatever she has to in order to keep you with her

Even things she... Might not be proud of

Akane Owari 

"That's bullshit! You can't just pick (Name) for no reason!"

"Actually, there is a reason, genius! Your precious little (Name) has been gettin' in my way!"

"SO WHAT?!"

Yeah, she's pissed

After calming her down, she'll start following you everywhere, glaring at anyone who looks at you the wrong way

If anyone dares to approach you, she'll punch their lights out

You'll have to calm her down a lot, and pull her away from a lot of fights

She has an even shorter fuse this time around, and she's more than ready to throw hands

As aggressive as she is, she really is worried about you

And she really doesn't want anything to happen to you

She'll also comfort you when you need it

Alongside glaring at anyone nearby, she holds your hand while she walks with you

Give it a squeeze, and she quickly calms down once she gets angry

She may also enlist Nekomaru's help in keeping you safe, but for the most part, she wants to do the job on her own

The only ones she can truly trust are you and herself

Hiyoko Saionji 

"Hey! You jerk! You can't make them the target! You just can't!!"

Then she starts angry-bawling right there on the spot

From then on, she has to be by your side 24/7

She'll cling to you and she'll never let you go

Sometimes she'll make you pick her up and carry her around

She spouts insults at your other classmates, and you have to leave before she says something that might get you killed for real

Under the surface, she's terrified, and will also need to be comforted sometimes

But she'll do the same for you

She never really knows what to say to comfort you, but she shares her candy with you while she clutches onto you, hoping that's enough

Inside or out, she's stuck to you

She's horrified at the thought of losing you

Mahiru Koizumi 

"What the hell?! Why would you make them the target?!"

She goes off on Monokuma, but quickly realizes that yelling will get her nowhere

She wants to spend most of her time inside with you, and will try and convince you to stay inside with her

It's safer for you, after all

But when you're out, she holds your hand and gives a dirty look to anyone who might be a threat

Which is pretty much everyone, particularly the guys

She gives comfort to you as well, and it's the only thing she really knows how to do

You can catch her looking down at the ground, sweating a little bit

She is very anxious

Give her hand a squeeze and she'll give you a small smile and calm down a bit

It helps, but she has no idea what she's gonna do about the situation

In the end, however, she'll do whatever she can to keep you safe

Ibuki Mioda 

"Huh?! That's bonkers! You can't just go and randomly pick (Name)!"

Oh, it wasn't random

Monokuma deliberately wanted you gone

Her bright and energetic demeanor changes, and she tends to be much quieter and more distant

She tries to keep up her energy for you, but it feels way too forced

She mostly tries to distract herself from the situation, and comes up with fun things for you to do together

She also clings onto you while you're out together, and even more when you're inside

She really doesn't want you to leave the inside, and she clings onto you like a koala while trying to convince you to stay

"Don't go, (Name)! We can have fun here!"

But if you need to get some fresh air or stretch your legs, she'll let you leave as long as she can join you

She's terrified of the future, but she tries not to think about it too much

Sonia Nevermind 

"What?! Why (Name)?! Oh... God damn you, bear!"

She's angry at first, but it doesn't last long

Her anger is replaced by complete and utter fear

When you go back to your cottage, she jumps on you and hugs you

She starts having a panic attack right there

You calm her down and assure her you'll be all right

Then you lead her inside the cottage and cuddle with her

Now whenever you go outside together, she'll link arms with you and keep an eye on anyone nearby

Kazuichi's probably gonna be the one to kill you-

She is very anxious about the situation, and she dreads what might happen in the future

She doesn't want to doubt her friends, but she may not have a choice

Peko Pekoyama

"Truly despicable. How dare you paint a target on my young master's back?"

She's angry and anxious, but she doesn't want to show it

She wants to be strong for you

Any time you guys are out, she keeps one hand on her sword

She is fully prepared to slice someone's head open

She prefers to stay inside your cottage with you though

Whenever you need some support, she'll give you some cuddles

And she might need some too

She doesn't want to appear weak, so she doesn't talk about her worries at first

But once she does, she'll accept comfort from you

She might be a little stiff sometimes, but it's only because she's concerned about you

She'll do anything to protect her young master, even if it means committing a murder herself

I just wanted to share a part of my January comic. I won't show you the text, just look at the pretty pictures that I'm still very proud of.

A comic about Fuyuhiko's attitude to Nekomaru.

The wip for this comic had been sitting in my comp for two years and after redrawing most it I finally got around to finishing it. So Happy Birthday Nagito. It only took two years but here it is.

Y'know if u think about it the Neo World Program is rehab

"Rehab was supposed to be a fresh start"

Ykw Fuck it! *Edits Akane*

Ykw Fuck it! *Edits Akane*

Day 24 of drawing every danganronpa character

(Sorry for the bad lighting in this one)

me and friends were joking in a discord server and i ended up making a danganronpa animatic of the magic school bus intro, enjoy

man, the pokemon go leaders look great.

Dance like nobody's watching

More danganronpa textposts cause I have to keep this blog alive (And it kinda seems like it's becoming a monthly thing-)

More danganronpa textposts cause why not?

Sure, I may focus on art and all but that doesn't mean I can't also make stupid stuff.

A bunch of random Danganronpa doodles and wips from last year that I wanna delete but not lose so yeah, posting random old junk so I don't lose it + A Hu tao doodle I wanna do the same with.

School doodles I made of the SDR2 girls because I adore them all and they were very fun to draw. The styles are kinda different cause they've been done through the week, 2 each day, but it still came out mostly nice.

Solo ones under.

Loved how the last three and Ibuki turned out. (I swear I'm trying to work on the requests, my art program is just not the best)

Another ’’where the hurt doesnt reach’’ with Chinki, akane and junko with male!reader please

A/N: Of course! Pretty sure I've made one of these fic's for most of the girls in the games now. That's fun :}

Where the Hurt Doesn’t Reach pt.6

pt.5 - pt.?

pt.1

Chiaki, Akane and Junko x Male!Reader

Warnings: Themes of Trauma/Abuse, Mentions of Assault/Threats, Mental Health Topics, Sensitive Touch & Boundaries, Social Anxiety/Avoidance

Word Count: 3794

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Chiaki:

The lights in the classroom flickered softly as the final bell rang. The hallways outside were already emptying, voices and laughter growing fainter with each passing second. But (Y/N) stayed seated at his desk, unmoving, his fingers curled tightly around the hem of his uniform jacket.

He hated this part of the day.

Not because of the classes, not even because of the exhaustion that dragged on his bones like weighted chains. But because eventually, he had to move. He had to walk out there. Past the boys who shouted too loudly, who bumped shoulders too hard, who laughed like threats.

His chest tightened.

"(Y/N)?" a soft voice floated into the room.

He flinched, halfway rising from his chair before registering the owner. Not a threat. Not him. Just... Chiaki…

The quiet girl who always carried her game console in her pocket, eyes half-lidded like she was constantly drifting through dreamy levels. She didn’t talk much, and when she did, it was often in game references and strategy hints. But somehow, she always noticed things no one else did.

Like the way he kept his back to the wall. The way he never raised his voice. The way he flinched when any of the boys clapped a hand on each other’s backs.

"...You didn’t leave with the others," she said, stepping closer, her bag hanging loosely from one shoulder. "Are you... waiting for someone?"

He shook his head silently.

Chiaki tilted her head. "Okay... can I sit here then?"

(Y/N) hesitated, then nodded. She took the seat beside him, setting her console on the desk between them. Her thumbs moved expertly over the buttons as a soft chiptune melody filled the space between them.

“I’m playing River Quest II,” she said, glancing sideways. “It’s about this kid who has to cross a haunted river to find his way home. But the boat he’s using keeps falling apart. So every night, he builds a new one. And even if he sinks, he tries again the next day.”

"...That sounds hard," (Y/N) murmured, voice hoarse.

“Yeah. But... I like it. There’s a lot of failure. But no matter what, the game lets you keep trying. Like... it wants you to win eventually. You just have to survive long enough.”

Her words sank into him slowly. Gentle. Understanding. Not pushing.

She didn’t ask questions like the counselors did. She didn’t talk about “opening up” or “dealing with trauma.” She just sat beside him in the silence, letting him exist.

"...You don’t talk to many people," Chiaki said softly after a while, her eyes still on the game. “Especially not guys.”

He stiffened. Instinctively. Reflexively.

She didn’t apologize. Didn’t backpedal or smother him with concern.

“I just thought you should know,” she continued, “you’re not weird for that.”

He turned to look at her. Her expression was unreadable- but not cold. Just... focused, like she was watching a really important boss fight play out in real time.

"I don’t like loud people either," she added. “Or people who stand too close without asking.”

A breath escaped him- something like a laugh, though it barely had the strength. His shoulders dropped.

"...Thanks," he whispered.

Chiaki gave him a small nod, then paused her game.

“You can play with me... if you want. I can set it to co-op.”

"...What kind of game is it?"

“It’s not about fighting. It’s about surviving. Together.”

She handed him a second controller- one she kept just in case someone needed it. As (Y/N) took it with hesitant fingers, their shoulders barely touched. Just enough to feel that she was real. That she wasn’t going to hurt him. That maybe, just maybe, this was his save point.

Later that evening, they left the classroom together.

The hallways had mostly cleared out, but a few stragglers still lingered- clusters of students chatting near the lockers or at classroom doors. (Y/N) kept close to the wall, his steps quiet, but his eyes wide and alert. Chiaki walked just behind him, humming quietly under her breath. The soft beeps of her handheld console were gone now- packed away- replaced by the dull echo of footsteps and laughter bouncing off the walls.

Then he heard it.

A sharp burst of male laughter up ahead.

He tensed.

There were three boys, loud and animated, joking about something and shoving each other playfully in the corridor. They hadn’t seen him. They weren’t even facing his direction.

But his throat tightened anyway.

His vision blurred.

The sound of their voices grew sharper, more distorted, like a tape warping and speeding up all at once. His legs stuttered to a stop. His chest locked up. His fingers went numb.

And suddenly, he was ten years old again.

Back in that hallway. Back in that house. The smell of beer and smoke choking the air. The sound of his voice- (Y/N)’s knees nearly buckled.

“Hey…” Chiaki’s voice came gently, like a hand through water.

He didn’t respond.

Her hand touched his sleeve. “(Y/N). It’s okay. Breathe.”

His shoulders shook. His eyes locked on the boys ahead, even though they were already walking the other way.

“They’re not looking at you,” Chiaki whispered. “They’re not coming over. You’re safe.”

It was a simple sentence.

But it anchored him.

He sucked in a shaky breath, then another. His heart was still pounding like it wanted to burst out of his chest, but the ringing in his ears began to fade.

Chiaki didn’t say anything else. She didn’t ask what happened. She didn’t need to.

Instead, she stepped in front of him and held out her hand.

“Let’s take the long way back to the gates,” she said quietly. “Less noise. Fewer people.”

He stared at her hand.

It was small, delicate, and open. She wasn’t pushing it into his. She just held it there, offering.

After a moment, his fingers brushed hers- tentative, like he was still afraid he might break something just by being too close.

She gently curled her fingers around his.

Her grip wasn’t tight. It wasn’t controlling.

It was just... steady.

Safe.

They walked the long way around the school, down the side halls that smelled like books and chalk dust, past quiet windows tinted gold with the sunset. She didn’t let go.

At one point, she spoke again. Her voice was softer than before.

“You don’t have to talk about it. Not unless you want to.”

“I don’t know what to say,” he admitted.

“That’s okay. There are other ways to say things.” She gave a small squeeze to his hand. “Like staying. Or listening. Or letting someone walk with you.”

"...Thanks for walking with me."

Chiaki looked up at him, a small smile on her face, serene and real. “Thanks for letting me.”

And for the first time in a very long time...

(Y/N) didn’t feel like he was running.

He felt like he was choosing to walk.

Akane:

The cafeteria buzzed with the easy hum of student life- cliques forming in every corner, laughter and teasing flung across the bright afternoon. (Y/N) kept his head down, stirring the food on his tray without much thought. He sat at the farthest end of the cafeteria, away from the crowd, where the walls at least covered his back. Where he could see if anyone approached.

Most people didn’t. Most people knew he wasn’t exactly friendly.

And frankly, (Y/N) preferred it that way.

Another day where he could sit quietly and get through without an incident was a good day, by his standards. He flinched slightly when a chair scraped loudly against the floor nearby- too loud, too sudden- and his whole body stiffened instinctively.

When he glanced up, his stomach twisted. But then, calmed a bit as soon as his eyes met the scourse of the sound. It was Akane Owari, the wild, carefree Gymnast.

She plopped down into the chair next to him without even a hint of hesitation, swinging one leg over the other, holding a tray piled with food.

(Y/N) blinked in confusion.

"You’re not eating." Akane’s voice was casual but blunt, her brown eyes sharp even as she started shoveling food into her mouth without any embarrassment. "Why not? Food's good here. Kinda boring, but good."

(Y/N) opened his mouth, then shut it again. His throat felt tight. He didn’t know how to explain that sometimes eating was hard when everything inside felt wrong. That sometimes he could barely taste anything through the constant pit in his stomach.

Instead, he just muttered, "Not that hungry."

Akane squinted at him mid-bite. "You’re too scrawny," she said flatly, pointing her fork at him accusingly. "You’ll fall over if the wind blows the wrong way."

(Y/N) flushed and looked away. He wasn’t used to people pointing things out about his body- it made him feel exposed. Like when he was younger. When every flaw, every weakness, got punished.

A quiet panic itched under his skin. She’s too close. She’s loud. She’s noticing me.

But then something strange happened.

Akane... didn’t push. She didn’t laugh, or call attention to his weird reaction. She just kept eating, completely nonchalant, like sitting next to him wasn’t a big deal. Like he wasn’t some kind of freak to be tiptoed around or mocked.

Minutes passed. 

(Y/N) felt himself starting to breathe a little easier.

It wasn’t much. But it was something.

Finally, Akane broke the silence again, her voice softer this time. "You can sit with me at lunch, you know. If you want. ‘Cause... you look like you don’t got anybody."

Her words weren’t pitying. They were just honest.

(Y/N) stared at her, heart thudding painfully.

He wanted to trust her.

He wanted to believe in even a scrap of kindness.

But fear clawed up his throat, memories flashing too vividly- other people pretending to be nice, only to hurt him worse when he let his guard down. His hands trembled slightly under the table.

Akane must have noticed. Because she leaned back in her chair, hands up, palms facing him.

"No touching," she said, like it was a vow. "I don’t like it when people grab me without asking, either. So, uh... promise I won’t touch you unless you say it’s okay."

(Y/N)’s breath hitched.

For a moment, he couldn’t look at her. His eyes burned. He squeezed them shut tight.

When he finally managed to look again, Akane was just sitting there, lazily chewing a piece of chicken, like she hadn’t just casually offered him something he'd been craving for years.

Safety.

Choice.

A promise.

(Y/N) swallowed hard and gave the smallest, almost imperceptible nod.

Akane grinned at him, It wasn’t a teasing grin. It was warm. Friendly.

Like maybe she really meant it.

"Cool," she said. "You’re mine now. My lunch buddy."

And just like that, she went back to eating, talking between bites about all the weird crap she’d seen on TV lately, as if nothing had even happened.

Days bled into each other, and somehow, (Y/N) found himself... used to it. Used to Akane plopping down beside him at lunch. Used to her rambling about whatever crossed her mind- fights she watched, food she wanted, weird dreams she had.

He didn’t have to talk much, she didn’t expect him to.

And when he did say something, she listened like it mattered.

It was easy, in a way nothing else was. Easy enough that sometimes he forgot to be afraid when she sat too close. Easy enough that he didn’t flinch anymore when she burst out laughing or swung her arms wildly mid-story.

Until today.

Today was different.

He didn’t see it coming. 

Didn’t see the group of boys from some other Class rounding the corner, roughhousing like they always did. (Y/N) shrank instinctively when they passed too close, ducking his head, praying they wouldn’t notice him.

But of course- someone did.

One of them, a tall boy with spiked hair and a cocky grin, spotted him instantly.

"Hey," the guy barked, jabbing a finger toward (Y/N). "Didn’t know they let scared little rats into Hope’s Peak."

The group chuckled. (Y/N)’s heart slammed against his ribs. His chest constricted.

He tried to melt into the wall, praying they'd get bored. 

It never worked… It never worked.

"You hear me, freak?" the boy said louder, stepping closer. His shadow loomed over (Y/N). "You think you’re better than us, sittin' all quiet and weird? Huh?"

(Y/N) flinched without meaning to- sharp, instinctive, the way a kicked dog would. His breathing quickened, the old terror clawing at his spine. His palms were sweaty and cold at the same time.

"Leave him alone."

The voice cut through the air, sudden and razor-sharp.

(Y/N) barely had time to blink before Akane was there, standing between him and the guy, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in a way (Y/N) had never seen before. Her whole body radiated tension- an animalistic readiness, like a jungle cat ready to tear into something.

The boy sneered. "Relax... We’re just messing around."

Akane tilted her head, cracking her knuckles one by one. "Yeah? Well, I don’t like it." Her voice was deceptively light, almost lazy. "Pick on someone else. Before I break your jaw."

The guy hesitated- maybe realizing that yeah, Akane could and would break something if she wanted to. He scoffed, tossing his hands up in mock surrender, before shoving past his friends and slinking away.

The group followed quickly, none of them daring to meet her gaze.

As soon as they were gone, Akane turned back to (Y/N).

Her expression softened immediately. No anger, no impatience. Just concern.

"You okay?" she asked simply.

(Y/N) opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was shaking- trembling- with the aftershocks of it all. But somehow, looking at her, he didn’t feel trapped. He didn’t feel like he was seconds from breaking.

He just felt... Seen. Protected.

(Y/N) squeezed his eyes shut, breathing in deep, trying to steady himself.

Akane didn’t touch him.

She didn’t crowd him.

Instead, she dropped into a crouch right in front of him, balancing easily on the balls of her feet. She tilted her head again, smiling a little, almost sheepishly.

"I’m not good at this, y'know," she said. "The whole 'comforting' thing. But I don’t like seeing you scared."

(Y/N) opened his eyes slowly. His voice was hoarse when he finally whispered, "Thank you."

Akane grinned wide, her nose scrunching up.

"Hey, that’s what you do for the people you care about, right?"

Care…

The word landed heavier than she probably meant it to.

(Y/N) nodded slowly- another tiny, shaky nod- but it was genuine this time.

Akane rocked back on her heels, then stood up and offered him her pinky, wiggling it in front of him like a kid.

"Pinky promise," she said. "If anybody messes with you again, I’ll kick their ass. No questions asked."

(Y/N) stared at her hand for a long moment.

Then, hesitantly, so carefully, he hooked his pinky around hers.

It was the first time in a long time he touched someone and didn’t flinch.

Akane beamed. "Good. Now c’mon. You’re my lunch buddy, and i'm starving.”

Junko:

The world felt too loud for (Y/N).

The clang of lockers, the shrill excitement of new students meeting for the first time, the ever-present hum of fluorescent lights overhead- it all blurred into static in his ears. Hope’s Peak Academy was supposed to be a fresh start, but even walking these polished halls, (Y/N) felt a sinking pit deep in his gut. His scars didn’t show, not the kind that mattered. They throbbed silently beneath his skin, invisible to everyone else.

Everyone except maybe her.

"Ugh, could this place be any more boring?" a voice rang out like a bell, sharp and sugary sweet.

(Y/N) flinched instinctively, his shoulders tensing. He turned his head just slightly, not enough to draw attention. There she was… Junko Enoshima.

The Ultimate Fashionista. Long, wild pigtails, flawless skin, a magnetic presence that seemed to bend the very air around her. She was perfect. Perfect like a mannequin.

But as (Y/N) stared a little longer, he caught it- just a flicker behind those brilliantly blue eyes… Calculation.

He quickly dropped his gaze to the floor, panic prickling at his spine. Men were dangerous. Women... Women could be dangerous too, but less so. Still, people noticing him usually ended badly. He hoped she hadn’t seen him.

Of course she had.

Junko’s smile widened just a fraction as she sauntered closer, balancing on those towering heels like she ruled the world. She leaned down, just a little, to meet his hidden, downward gaze.

"Heyyyy. You're new, huh? What's your name?" Sweet voice. Thick with manufactured innocence.

(Y/N) opened his mouth, but his voice barely made it past his lips, "(Y/N)..."

She tilted her head, feigning a dramatic gasp. "Awww, you're shy! That's soooooo adorable~!" Her words dripped with honey, but her eyes... Her eyes stripped him bare.

It made (Y/N) take a trembling step back, his body recoiling before he could even think. He hated how obvious his fear must have looked.

Something shifted in Junko’s expression- so quick he almost missed it.

Interest.

"Ohhh, I get it," she chirped, standing up straight again, a hand resting lightly on her hip, "You're, like... scared of people, right?"

(Y/N) said nothing… He didn't need to. His silence said it for him.

Junko's gaze sharpened imperceptibly. This wasn't just shyness. This was deep, festering hurt. She knew the signs better than anyone. After all, wasn't she the Ultimate Analyst underneath all this glitter and glam?

"So cuuuute..." she said again, her voice softer this time. Real, almost. 

And dangerous.

Without asking permission, she hooked her arm through his and tugged him along, her perfume clouding around him like a net.

"Don't worry! I'll protect you from all the big, scary boys around here~!" she teased, but there was something underneath the sing-song words. 

A promise. 

A threat.

(Y/N) wanted to pull away. Every instinct screamed for him to. But her hand was firm. Not rough, like others had been. Not yet. And deep down, a pitiful part of him ached- ached for someone to cling to.

Even if it was someone as terrifyingly unreadable as Junko Enoshima.

Days bled into one another like spilled ink.

At Hope’s Peak, (Y/N) learned the art of invisibility. Keep his head down. Hug the walls. Speak only when spoken to, and even then, softly enough to fade into the static. 

But Junko wouldn’t let him disappear.

Every day, without fail, she found him. In the cafeteria, at the library, even once at the back entrance by the vending machines. A flash of blonde hair, a chime of mock surprise- "Omg, you’re here toooo?"- and she was by his side, smiling like they were childhood friends.

She never asked questions he didn't want to answer. Never touched him roughly… But she watched.

Always watching.

(Y/N) didn’t know if it was comfort or terror that curled tighter around his ribs when she was near.

But then… Something happened…

It happened three weeks into the semester.

(Y/N) was carrying a stack of books back to his dorm, arms full, vision half-blocked by the heavy tomes. He was focused only on keeping his breathing steady, moving quick but quiet down the mostly empty hall.

He didn’t see the boy until the shove came.

The books went flying, pages scattering like frightened birds. (Y/N) stumbled back, barely catching himself on the wall.

A tall boy, one of the rougher upperclassmen- he didn't even know his name- loomed over him, smirking.

"Oops. Guess you're just as useless as you look," the guy laughed, his voice a booming, cruel sound that cut into (Y/N)’s gut like a blade.

(Y/N) froze.

No breath. No movement. Like a rabbit in a wolf’s jaws. He barely registered the boy stepping closer, sneering down at him with twisted amusement.

"You even supposed to be here, freak? Weren't you scouted like, super late?" A hand grabbed at the collar of his shirt.

And then- 

Click clack click clack.

The unmistakable rhythm of high heels against tile.

The boy barely had time to turn his head before Junko Enoshima was there, stepping between them like a sudden wildfire.

Her smile was dazzling. 

Deadly.

"Uwaaah~ That’s not very nice of you," she sang sweetly, twirling a strand of her hair. "Picking on poor little (Y/N) like that. Don’t you know he’s, like, mine?"

The hallway seemed to shrink, the air thickening like a storm cloud.

The boy scoffed. "Tch. Whatever. I was just messing around."

Junko’s smile widened, a flash of white teeth. 

Still sugary sweet.

Still ice cold.

"Oh, I know~ You were 'just messing around'," she cooed, voice dripping fake sympathy. "But see, I reeaaaaally hate it when people mess with my stuff. Like, reeeeeally hate it."

Her tone never rose. She didn’t yell, didn’t threaten. She simply existed- so vividly, so suffocatingly- that the boy instinctively stepped back.

Smart boy.

"Don't let me catch you 'messing around' again, 'kay?" she said with a little wink, like they were just two friends sharing a private joke.

The guy muttered something under his breath and stalked off, disappearing around the corner.

(Y/N) was still frozen against the wall, every nerve buzzing.

Junko turned to him then, her expression softening into something almost... human.

"You okay, sweetie?" she asked, crouching down and beginning to gather his scattered books without waiting for him to move.

(Y/N) opened his mouth. Closed it… Nodded once, stiffly.

Junko smiled- really smiled this time- and handed him the top book.

For a moment, their fingers brushed. He flinched, but Junko didn’t push it. Didn’t comment. She simply dusted off his sleeve, brushing off invisible dirt like he was something fragile.

"You know," she said airily as they walked side by side down the hall, "Next time someone tries that? Maybe I'll just break their fingers~."

(Y/N) turned his head, wide-eyed.

She laughed brightly at his expression. "Juuuust kidding!~" she chimed, but her eyes stayed cold and glittering.

Not kidding. 

Not at all.

And somewhere deep in his hollowed-out chest, (Y/N) felt a strange warmth ignite- a tiny, desperate spark. 

Because even if it was twisted- Even if it was dangerous- For the first time in a long, long time, someone had chosen to stand for him.

Even if that someone was Junko Enoshima.