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I'm Not Sure It's Technically An Epic.
There is a document on my computer entitled 'danganronpa terrible snippets.doc', filled with various ill-advised Dangan Ronpa ficlets I posted to ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
superhighschoollevelsmut last year. I feel it is now time to ill-advisedly put my name to these ill-advised ficlets. There's sex in some of them, but nothing very graphic.
Dangan Ronpa:
Written in response to this prompt: Please write me a Yamada/Togami epic. I actually don't particularly care for either character, but I think if someone could pull this off I would have a newfound affection for them both, and some serious admiration for the writer. No spoilers.
Yamada/Togami:
The hero of Final Fantasy VIII, Squall Leonhart, realises he is in love with the heroine when she is possessed by an evil sorceress and falls unconscious. Leonhart, aloof and reluctant to make emotional connections, is forced to realise he cares about the heroine when faced with the prospect of losing her.
Yamada knows of a certain other person who is aloof and reluctant to connect.
There don’t seem to be many evil sorceresses in Hope’s Peak Academy, with the possible exception of Celes. Still, a true hero never backs down from his destiny!
“Huh?” Oowada asks, staring.
“I want you to knock me out, Oowada Mondo-dono!” Yamada repeats. “After seeing the effect of your Meteor Punch on Naegi Makoto-dono, I know you can do it!”
Oowada stares for a moment longer, then shrugs.
-
Yamada wakes on a bed in an unfamiliar room. When he looks to one side, he sees Naegi sitting on the side of an adjacent bed, looking anxiously at him.
“Yamada-kun!” Naegi exclaims. “Are you okay?”
Yamada looks to the other side. The rest of the room is empty. Togami has entirely failed to be here, weeping over his lifeless body.
“Ah, this is the infirmary,” Naegi says. “Monobear opened it early because... well, um, he said he felt sorry for you because you were so stupid. What – what did you do?”
“Tell me!” Yamada demands. “Was it Togami Byakuya-dono who carried me in here?”
Naegi blinks. “Oogami-san,” he says.
This is troubling. Yamada has no romantic interest in Oogami. He has no interest in Naegi either, and Naegi was here waiting anxiously for him to wake, which is very much a romantic role. Why must he be so irresistible to everyone but his love?
“Naegi Makoto-dono,” Yamada says, gravely, “I am afraid you and I can never be.”
Naegi is silent for a moment, presumably absorbing the shock of rejection.
“Are – are you sure you’re all right?” he asks.
-
Well, that didn’t work. Still, Yamada isn’t the type to give up. If Togami is resisting his own feelings, Yamada will just have to make the first expression of love.
Yamada stays up all night and most of the morning painting. Eventually, he wipes his brow with his sleeve and stands back to survey his work: an enormous banner depicting Togami’s stately head and shoulders. Togami is, of course, even more attractive in two dimensions.
He hangs it on the wall of the cafeteria, then conceals himself and waits.
When Fukawa comes across the banner, she stands and stares at it for two full hours. Yamada is always pleased to see his art appreciated, but he can’t help feeling that perhaps she appreciates it a little too much.
Eventually, Togami enters. He casts a single glance at the portrait.
“A passable likeness,” he says aloud. “I’m pleased to see someone is decorating this wretched school appropriately.” A pause. “Come out from behind that table; you look ridiculous.”
“Togami Byakuya-dono, you knew I was there?” Yamada asks, levering himself up.
“Of course I did,” Togami says. “Did you imagine I would miss you?”
-
“You see, he can sense my presence, no matter where I am!” Yamada announces. “Togami Byakuya-dono and I are clearly linked by fate.”
“Ah,” Naegi says, “perhaps, but... don’t you think perhaps he just saw you?”
“Because we are linked by fate, yes,” Yamada says.
Naegi opens his mouth, then closes it again, evidently unable to find anything to attack in Yamada’s impeccable logic.
-
Their destiny becomes even clearer when Yamada rounds the corridor to the dorms and walks straight into Togami. These things don’t just happen by accident! In a perfect world they would both have been knocked onto the floor on top of each other and pink bubbles would have floated past as they gazed frozen into each other’s eyes, but you can’t have everything.
Togami is, of course, a seme. He fits magnificently into the seme archetype. This means that Yamada is the uke, and make no mistake: he is going to play his role to perfection.
“T-Togami Byakuya-dono!” he gasps, trying very hard to make his eyes sparkle.
Togami brushes off the shoulder of his jacket, looking at Yamada with intense disdain. “Watch where you’re going. If you can’t avoid taking up half the corridor, you should lock yourself in your room for everyone’s convenience.”
And he stalks away.
Definitely, absolutely a seme. Their relationship is going to be perfect.
Super Dangan Ronpa 2:
These were written as part of Project Komaeda Makes Everyone Uncomfortable and Possibly Sleeps With Them All, an overambitious project to pair Komaeda up with every other character in the cast. The prompt, which I posted myself, is over here. Someone posted an excellent Komaeda/Saionji fic in the thread, but sadly I had to write most of the pairings myself and, even more sadly, I never finished. There are no spoilers beyond the first chapter.
Komaeda/Hanamura:
Just for a moment, Hanamura doesn’t care that he’s probably lost his mind and imagined the last couple of days. He doesn’t care that, if this is real (but it can’t be, it can’t be), he’s trapped in a nightmare with a serious danger of being murdered and no idea of what’s happening back home. He doesn’t even care that he’s probably getting splinters from the lodge’s terribly-maintained wooden floor.
He doesn’t care about any of these things because he is finally, finally, finally getting laid.
Komaeda might not be Sonia, but when Hanamura made a flirtatious comment about them being alone in the lodge together he actually flirted back, and as far as Hanamura is concerned that makes him the greatest person on this island. Possibly in the world. Apart from Mom, obviously, but now really isn’t the time to be thinking about her.
His eyes fly open as he gasps and bucks into Komaeda’s hand, and – and – huh?
It’s hard to focus on anything right now, but Hanamura tries. Something isn’t right.
They’ve ended up half-under one of the tables; the tablecloth’s edge is draped heavily over Komaeda’s back, light getting in through the gap to illuminate one side of his face. The underside of the table is directly in Hanamura’s eyeline, and... why is part of it glowing green?
“Wh—” How is he meant to talk in a situation like this? “Wh – Komaeda, ah, -kun, what’s...?”
“Ah, this?” Komaeda asks breathlessly, reaching up with his free hand to tap the green glow. “This, this is just so I can find the knife.”
“Th—” but it finishes in a gasp and no, no, getting laid can actually wait for once, there are questions he really needs to ask.
“I’ll tell you about it later,” Komaeda murmurs, sounding strangely fond, and Hanamura can feel the smile in his kiss.
Komaeda/Nidai:
When the door of the hotel’s small gym opens, Nidai is expecting Owari – the rest of their classmates show an outrageous disregard for the gym; sometimes he’s not sure they even know it exists – and he’s surprised to see Komaeda there instead.
“Nidai-kun,” Komaeda says, hovering in the doorway. “May I come in?”
Nidai nods, setting down his weights. Komaeda is not an easy presence for a man to tolerate, but he has a certain passion, and Nidai can respect that. Perhaps it can be channelled into something more constructive than attempted murder. “Did you come here for training?”
“Oh, no, Nidai-kun,” Komaeda says with a self-effacing laugh, letting the door fall shut behind him; “your talent would be wasted on me! I can train all I like, but it won’t make me amount to anything.”
This is exactly the sort of attitude that Nidai cannot stand. For an instant his mind goes blank and the next moment he’s pinning Komaeda against the wall with one hand, breathing hard, and Komaeda... Komaeda’s just smiling.
“You’re so strong,” Komaeda breathes. “I truly am lucky, to experience the power of a Super High-school Level Coach firsthand.”
“You could be strong as well,” Nidai snarls. “Don’t give me that ‘won’t amount to anything’ shit. With hard work and application—”
“You can hurt me, if you want,” Komaeda says. “I won’t mind. It wouldn’t be my place to mind.”
Nidai stares at him. “What?”
“Unless you want me to mind?” He closes his eyes, making no visible effort to brace himself. “Just tell me if I should scream.”
Nidai stares for a moment longer, and then he has to force himself to step back; if he stays where he is, he might actually hit him.
Komaeda opens his eyes. “No? Well, if there’s any way someone like me can make you feel better, you only have to ask.”
“You can use your body’s potential,” Nidai growls. “Don’t make excuses. If you put in the effort, you could be great.”
Komaeda laughs. “Your task as a coach is to give people hope, isn’t it?” he asks. “What a wonderful talent. I’d like to see your session with Owari-san later, if you can bear to have me around.”
Nidai considers him. “You can stay if you train,” he says.
“You really shouldn’t waste your effort on me,” Komaeda says, with a shrug and a smile, “but I’ll train if you want me to.”
Komaeda/Sonia:
Hinata’s been through almost the entire library now, looking for books in Japanese, but he can’t find a single one. Monomi said she prepared this place herself; who would set up a library for a load of Japanese students and then fill it with books in European languages? How does she expect anyone to believe a word she says when she makes her lies so obvious?
Not that he’d be inclined to trust the robotic rabbit who dragged them here anyway, but she’s really not helping her case.
He’s distracted from his thoughts when the door opens, and he turns around instantly to see who’s come in; since Togami’s murder, he’s been careful to stay aware of the presence of others. It’s Sonia, which means he can relax at least slightly; Sonia is one of the less murderous-seeming people on this island. Even if she can be a little strange sometimes.
“Good morning, Hinata-san!” Sonia calls. She starts looking through the magazine stacks, humming to herself.
“You seem like you’re in a good mood,” Hinata says. He tries not to make it sound too scornful; there’s a part of him that resents anyone who can stay upbeat in a situation like this, but if he can’t control that resentment he’s going to be the next corpse, killed by chronic exposure to Ibuki. “Did something happen?”
Sonia beams at him. “It would be improper to tell!”
“Okay,” Hinata says, returning his attention to the shelves.
She’s watching him; he can feel it. She’s obviously dying to be asked exactly what happened, but he’s not going to play her game. Even if he’s a little curious.
Okay, he’s really curious.
“Tell me anyway,” he says, giving in.
“If you insist,” Sonia says, utterly failing to hide her delight. “Komaeda-san visited my room last night.”
What? “Oh, God, did he hurt you?”
“No, no, he did no such thing! He merely wished to become better acquainted.”
“You know you can’t trust him, right?” Hinata asks. “I don’t... I don’t need to tell you that, right?” A horrible suspicion is beginning to creep over him. “Uh, so why would that put you in such a good mood?”
“Ah,” Sonia says, with a coy smile. “Tell no one of this, but... perhaps we spent the night together.”
There's a twist in Hinata's gut that he really doesn't want to analyse. “Seriously? Komaeda?”
“And why should I not?” Sonia asks. “I felt so sheltered in my home country. Now that I am amongst other students, I want the normal experiences of a student. I told him as much.”
Hinata supposes that makes a kind of sense. Still. Komaeda? If Souda finds out about this, they’ll have another murder on their hands.
Sonia clasps her hands behind her back, gazing dreamily up at the higher tiers. “For a princess to fall for an ordinary person... it’s exactly the story that would appear in a film, is it not?”
A horror film, maybe. “I’m not sure I’d call Komaeda an ‘ordinary person’,” Hinata says. “Are you sure you know what you’re getting into? Hanamura and Togami are dead because of him.”
Of course, with the way Sonia talks about serial killers, that might actually be a turn-on for her. That’s a disturbing thought.
“Komaeda-san has done some... curious things,” Sonia admits. “But he was exceedingly gentle when we were together.”
“Sonia,” Hinata says, “I don’t really want to hear it.”
Sonia tilts her head to one side, looking thoughtful. “Perhaps too gentle?”
Hinata presses his hands over his face. “Sonia...”
“But it seems so... uncouth, somehow, to tell him I wish him to be rougher with me,” Sonia says, with a slight frown. Her eyes light up. “If you could ask him on my behalf—”
Sonia may be one of the less murderous-seeming people on this island, but Hinata would rather share a room with Komaeda and Saionji than stay in this conversation for a second longer. “Look,” he says, “I have to...” and he can’t think of how to finish that sentence, so he just leaves so abruptly it’d probably be considered treason in Novoselic.
That night, he has more trouble sleeping than he did the night after the trial.
Komaeda/Koizumi:
She’s close, so close, writhing on the blanket and digging her fingers into the sand, and that’s when she catches movement at the corner of her eye and her entire body goes cold and she presses a hand hard over Komaeda’s mouth. She’s in just her skirt, which is bad, and she’s with Komaeda, which is worse, and she really, really, really cannot be seen right now.
Komaeda, in response to the impromptu gagging, looks slightly confused but mostly into this. She should probably have anticipated that.
“Just stay quiet,” Mahiru whispers, letting her hand drop. “Hinata’s over there.”
Hinata – what is he doing here? – is wandering along the top of the sand dune they’re behind, looking out towards the ocean. She doesn’t think he’s noticed them yet, and it needs to stay that way. So long as he keeps looking at the water, it should be okay. If he looks away, though, down the dune...
“Ah, Hinata-kun!” Komaeda exclaims, waving enthusiastically. “Good morning!”
Wait. What?
Mahiru’s first desperate instinct is to retract Komaeda’s greeting somehow, go back in time and scrub it out, and by the time she remembers that’s impossible it’s too late to do anything; Hinata has glanced in their direction with an irritable grunt of acknowledgement and then done a double-take and then looked away so sharply he’s probably pulled a muscle in his neck.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Mahiru wraps her arms across her chest. She can feel herself rapidly turning the same colour as her hair.
“Komaeda,” Hinata hisses, equally scarlet. For several drawn-out seconds he seems to search helplessly for something to follow that, eventually settling on, “Why?”
Komaeda tilts his head, apparently entirely unconcerned by his own nudity. “Why what, Hinata-kun?”
Mahiru kicks him. His gasp is not entirely a gasp of pain.
“Sorry,” Hinata mutters. He’s still looking away. It’s not helping Mahiru feel any less exposed. “I’m really, really sorry.”
“That’s perfectly all right, Hinata-kun!” Komaeda exclaims.
“I wasn’t—” Hinata begins, high-pitched and incredulous, almost turning to glare at Komaeda before obviously remembering that’s a bad idea. He looks pointedly up at the sky and takes a breath. “I’m sorry, Koizumi.”
“Why were you out here, anyway?” Mahiru demands, because anger is the only emotion that can do anything to drown out her soul-shreddingly intense humiliation right now. Her voice isn’t as steady as she wants it to be. “It’s five in the morning!” She almost demands he take his clothes off as well, for fairness, but catches herself. Would that make this situation less embarrassing? Probably not.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Hinata says, staring at the sky like he’s trying to bore a hole through it. “Can we talk about this later? Or... never?”
“That – that sounds good,” Mahiru agrees, after a brief hesitation, and Hinata lets out a desperate breath and stumbles away as fast as the sand will let him.
Mahiru looks at Komaeda.
“Ah,” Komaeda breathes, watching him go. “What a shame he couldn’t have stayed longer.”
For the first time since they arrived on this island, she’s genuinely tempted to murder someone.
I hope you enjoy these, if you read them! And, you know, if you should happen to feel like pairing Komaeda up with all the remaining characters, I wouldn't complain.
superhighschoollevelsmut last year. I feel it is now time to ill-advisedly put my name to these ill-advised ficlets. There's sex in some of them, but nothing very graphic.Dangan Ronpa:
Written in response to this prompt: Please write me a Yamada/Togami epic. I actually don't particularly care for either character, but I think if someone could pull this off I would have a newfound affection for them both, and some serious admiration for the writer. No spoilers.
Yamada/Togami:
The hero of Final Fantasy VIII, Squall Leonhart, realises he is in love with the heroine when she is possessed by an evil sorceress and falls unconscious. Leonhart, aloof and reluctant to make emotional connections, is forced to realise he cares about the heroine when faced with the prospect of losing her.
Yamada knows of a certain other person who is aloof and reluctant to connect.
There don’t seem to be many evil sorceresses in Hope’s Peak Academy, with the possible exception of Celes. Still, a true hero never backs down from his destiny!
“Huh?” Oowada asks, staring.
“I want you to knock me out, Oowada Mondo-dono!” Yamada repeats. “After seeing the effect of your Meteor Punch on Naegi Makoto-dono, I know you can do it!”
Oowada stares for a moment longer, then shrugs.
Yamada wakes on a bed in an unfamiliar room. When he looks to one side, he sees Naegi sitting on the side of an adjacent bed, looking anxiously at him.
“Yamada-kun!” Naegi exclaims. “Are you okay?”
Yamada looks to the other side. The rest of the room is empty. Togami has entirely failed to be here, weeping over his lifeless body.
“Ah, this is the infirmary,” Naegi says. “Monobear opened it early because... well, um, he said he felt sorry for you because you were so stupid. What – what did you do?”
“Tell me!” Yamada demands. “Was it Togami Byakuya-dono who carried me in here?”
Naegi blinks. “Oogami-san,” he says.
This is troubling. Yamada has no romantic interest in Oogami. He has no interest in Naegi either, and Naegi was here waiting anxiously for him to wake, which is very much a romantic role. Why must he be so irresistible to everyone but his love?
“Naegi Makoto-dono,” Yamada says, gravely, “I am afraid you and I can never be.”
Naegi is silent for a moment, presumably absorbing the shock of rejection.
“Are – are you sure you’re all right?” he asks.
Well, that didn’t work. Still, Yamada isn’t the type to give up. If Togami is resisting his own feelings, Yamada will just have to make the first expression of love.
Yamada stays up all night and most of the morning painting. Eventually, he wipes his brow with his sleeve and stands back to survey his work: an enormous banner depicting Togami’s stately head and shoulders. Togami is, of course, even more attractive in two dimensions.
He hangs it on the wall of the cafeteria, then conceals himself and waits.
When Fukawa comes across the banner, she stands and stares at it for two full hours. Yamada is always pleased to see his art appreciated, but he can’t help feeling that perhaps she appreciates it a little too much.
Eventually, Togami enters. He casts a single glance at the portrait.
“A passable likeness,” he says aloud. “I’m pleased to see someone is decorating this wretched school appropriately.” A pause. “Come out from behind that table; you look ridiculous.”
“Togami Byakuya-dono, you knew I was there?” Yamada asks, levering himself up.
“Of course I did,” Togami says. “Did you imagine I would miss you?”
“You see, he can sense my presence, no matter where I am!” Yamada announces. “Togami Byakuya-dono and I are clearly linked by fate.”
“Ah,” Naegi says, “perhaps, but... don’t you think perhaps he just saw you?”
“Because we are linked by fate, yes,” Yamada says.
Naegi opens his mouth, then closes it again, evidently unable to find anything to attack in Yamada’s impeccable logic.
Their destiny becomes even clearer when Yamada rounds the corridor to the dorms and walks straight into Togami. These things don’t just happen by accident! In a perfect world they would both have been knocked onto the floor on top of each other and pink bubbles would have floated past as they gazed frozen into each other’s eyes, but you can’t have everything.
Togami is, of course, a seme. He fits magnificently into the seme archetype. This means that Yamada is the uke, and make no mistake: he is going to play his role to perfection.
“T-Togami Byakuya-dono!” he gasps, trying very hard to make his eyes sparkle.
Togami brushes off the shoulder of his jacket, looking at Yamada with intense disdain. “Watch where you’re going. If you can’t avoid taking up half the corridor, you should lock yourself in your room for everyone’s convenience.”
And he stalks away.
Definitely, absolutely a seme. Their relationship is going to be perfect.
Super Dangan Ronpa 2:
These were written as part of Project Komaeda Makes Everyone Uncomfortable and Possibly Sleeps With Them All, an overambitious project to pair Komaeda up with every other character in the cast. The prompt, which I posted myself, is over here. Someone posted an excellent Komaeda/Saionji fic in the thread, but sadly I had to write most of the pairings myself and, even more sadly, I never finished. There are no spoilers beyond the first chapter.
Komaeda/Hanamura:
Just for a moment, Hanamura doesn’t care that he’s probably lost his mind and imagined the last couple of days. He doesn’t care that, if this is real (but it can’t be, it can’t be), he’s trapped in a nightmare with a serious danger of being murdered and no idea of what’s happening back home. He doesn’t even care that he’s probably getting splinters from the lodge’s terribly-maintained wooden floor.
He doesn’t care about any of these things because he is finally, finally, finally getting laid.
Komaeda might not be Sonia, but when Hanamura made a flirtatious comment about them being alone in the lodge together he actually flirted back, and as far as Hanamura is concerned that makes him the greatest person on this island. Possibly in the world. Apart from Mom, obviously, but now really isn’t the time to be thinking about her.
His eyes fly open as he gasps and bucks into Komaeda’s hand, and – and – huh?
It’s hard to focus on anything right now, but Hanamura tries. Something isn’t right.
They’ve ended up half-under one of the tables; the tablecloth’s edge is draped heavily over Komaeda’s back, light getting in through the gap to illuminate one side of his face. The underside of the table is directly in Hanamura’s eyeline, and... why is part of it glowing green?
“Wh—” How is he meant to talk in a situation like this? “Wh – Komaeda, ah, -kun, what’s...?”
“Ah, this?” Komaeda asks breathlessly, reaching up with his free hand to tap the green glow. “This, this is just so I can find the knife.”
“Th—” but it finishes in a gasp and no, no, getting laid can actually wait for once, there are questions he really needs to ask.
“I’ll tell you about it later,” Komaeda murmurs, sounding strangely fond, and Hanamura can feel the smile in his kiss.
Komaeda/Nidai:
When the door of the hotel’s small gym opens, Nidai is expecting Owari – the rest of their classmates show an outrageous disregard for the gym; sometimes he’s not sure they even know it exists – and he’s surprised to see Komaeda there instead.
“Nidai-kun,” Komaeda says, hovering in the doorway. “May I come in?”
Nidai nods, setting down his weights. Komaeda is not an easy presence for a man to tolerate, but he has a certain passion, and Nidai can respect that. Perhaps it can be channelled into something more constructive than attempted murder. “Did you come here for training?”
“Oh, no, Nidai-kun,” Komaeda says with a self-effacing laugh, letting the door fall shut behind him; “your talent would be wasted on me! I can train all I like, but it won’t make me amount to anything.”
This is exactly the sort of attitude that Nidai cannot stand. For an instant his mind goes blank and the next moment he’s pinning Komaeda against the wall with one hand, breathing hard, and Komaeda... Komaeda’s just smiling.
“You’re so strong,” Komaeda breathes. “I truly am lucky, to experience the power of a Super High-school Level Coach firsthand.”
“You could be strong as well,” Nidai snarls. “Don’t give me that ‘won’t amount to anything’ shit. With hard work and application—”
“You can hurt me, if you want,” Komaeda says. “I won’t mind. It wouldn’t be my place to mind.”
Nidai stares at him. “What?”
“Unless you want me to mind?” He closes his eyes, making no visible effort to brace himself. “Just tell me if I should scream.”
Nidai stares for a moment longer, and then he has to force himself to step back; if he stays where he is, he might actually hit him.
Komaeda opens his eyes. “No? Well, if there’s any way someone like me can make you feel better, you only have to ask.”
“You can use your body’s potential,” Nidai growls. “Don’t make excuses. If you put in the effort, you could be great.”
Komaeda laughs. “Your task as a coach is to give people hope, isn’t it?” he asks. “What a wonderful talent. I’d like to see your session with Owari-san later, if you can bear to have me around.”
Nidai considers him. “You can stay if you train,” he says.
“You really shouldn’t waste your effort on me,” Komaeda says, with a shrug and a smile, “but I’ll train if you want me to.”
Komaeda/Sonia:
Hinata’s been through almost the entire library now, looking for books in Japanese, but he can’t find a single one. Monomi said she prepared this place herself; who would set up a library for a load of Japanese students and then fill it with books in European languages? How does she expect anyone to believe a word she says when she makes her lies so obvious?
Not that he’d be inclined to trust the robotic rabbit who dragged them here anyway, but she’s really not helping her case.
He’s distracted from his thoughts when the door opens, and he turns around instantly to see who’s come in; since Togami’s murder, he’s been careful to stay aware of the presence of others. It’s Sonia, which means he can relax at least slightly; Sonia is one of the less murderous-seeming people on this island. Even if she can be a little strange sometimes.
“Good morning, Hinata-san!” Sonia calls. She starts looking through the magazine stacks, humming to herself.
“You seem like you’re in a good mood,” Hinata says. He tries not to make it sound too scornful; there’s a part of him that resents anyone who can stay upbeat in a situation like this, but if he can’t control that resentment he’s going to be the next corpse, killed by chronic exposure to Ibuki. “Did something happen?”
Sonia beams at him. “It would be improper to tell!”
“Okay,” Hinata says, returning his attention to the shelves.
She’s watching him; he can feel it. She’s obviously dying to be asked exactly what happened, but he’s not going to play her game. Even if he’s a little curious.
Okay, he’s really curious.
“Tell me anyway,” he says, giving in.
“If you insist,” Sonia says, utterly failing to hide her delight. “Komaeda-san visited my room last night.”
What? “Oh, God, did he hurt you?”
“No, no, he did no such thing! He merely wished to become better acquainted.”
“You know you can’t trust him, right?” Hinata asks. “I don’t... I don’t need to tell you that, right?” A horrible suspicion is beginning to creep over him. “Uh, so why would that put you in such a good mood?”
“Ah,” Sonia says, with a coy smile. “Tell no one of this, but... perhaps we spent the night together.”
There's a twist in Hinata's gut that he really doesn't want to analyse. “Seriously? Komaeda?”
“And why should I not?” Sonia asks. “I felt so sheltered in my home country. Now that I am amongst other students, I want the normal experiences of a student. I told him as much.”
Hinata supposes that makes a kind of sense. Still. Komaeda? If Souda finds out about this, they’ll have another murder on their hands.
Sonia clasps her hands behind her back, gazing dreamily up at the higher tiers. “For a princess to fall for an ordinary person... it’s exactly the story that would appear in a film, is it not?”
A horror film, maybe. “I’m not sure I’d call Komaeda an ‘ordinary person’,” Hinata says. “Are you sure you know what you’re getting into? Hanamura and Togami are dead because of him.”
Of course, with the way Sonia talks about serial killers, that might actually be a turn-on for her. That’s a disturbing thought.
“Komaeda-san has done some... curious things,” Sonia admits. “But he was exceedingly gentle when we were together.”
“Sonia,” Hinata says, “I don’t really want to hear it.”
Sonia tilts her head to one side, looking thoughtful. “Perhaps too gentle?”
Hinata presses his hands over his face. “Sonia...”
“But it seems so... uncouth, somehow, to tell him I wish him to be rougher with me,” Sonia says, with a slight frown. Her eyes light up. “If you could ask him on my behalf—”
Sonia may be one of the less murderous-seeming people on this island, but Hinata would rather share a room with Komaeda and Saionji than stay in this conversation for a second longer. “Look,” he says, “I have to...” and he can’t think of how to finish that sentence, so he just leaves so abruptly it’d probably be considered treason in Novoselic.
That night, he has more trouble sleeping than he did the night after the trial.
Komaeda/Koizumi:
She’s close, so close, writhing on the blanket and digging her fingers into the sand, and that’s when she catches movement at the corner of her eye and her entire body goes cold and she presses a hand hard over Komaeda’s mouth. She’s in just her skirt, which is bad, and she’s with Komaeda, which is worse, and she really, really, really cannot be seen right now.
Komaeda, in response to the impromptu gagging, looks slightly confused but mostly into this. She should probably have anticipated that.
“Just stay quiet,” Mahiru whispers, letting her hand drop. “Hinata’s over there.”
Hinata – what is he doing here? – is wandering along the top of the sand dune they’re behind, looking out towards the ocean. She doesn’t think he’s noticed them yet, and it needs to stay that way. So long as he keeps looking at the water, it should be okay. If he looks away, though, down the dune...
“Ah, Hinata-kun!” Komaeda exclaims, waving enthusiastically. “Good morning!”
Wait. What?
Mahiru’s first desperate instinct is to retract Komaeda’s greeting somehow, go back in time and scrub it out, and by the time she remembers that’s impossible it’s too late to do anything; Hinata has glanced in their direction with an irritable grunt of acknowledgement and then done a double-take and then looked away so sharply he’s probably pulled a muscle in his neck.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Mahiru wraps her arms across her chest. She can feel herself rapidly turning the same colour as her hair.
“Komaeda,” Hinata hisses, equally scarlet. For several drawn-out seconds he seems to search helplessly for something to follow that, eventually settling on, “Why?”
Komaeda tilts his head, apparently entirely unconcerned by his own nudity. “Why what, Hinata-kun?”
Mahiru kicks him. His gasp is not entirely a gasp of pain.
“Sorry,” Hinata mutters. He’s still looking away. It’s not helping Mahiru feel any less exposed. “I’m really, really sorry.”
“That’s perfectly all right, Hinata-kun!” Komaeda exclaims.
“I wasn’t—” Hinata begins, high-pitched and incredulous, almost turning to glare at Komaeda before obviously remembering that’s a bad idea. He looks pointedly up at the sky and takes a breath. “I’m sorry, Koizumi.”
“Why were you out here, anyway?” Mahiru demands, because anger is the only emotion that can do anything to drown out her soul-shreddingly intense humiliation right now. Her voice isn’t as steady as she wants it to be. “It’s five in the morning!” She almost demands he take his clothes off as well, for fairness, but catches herself. Would that make this situation less embarrassing? Probably not.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Hinata says, staring at the sky like he’s trying to bore a hole through it. “Can we talk about this later? Or... never?”
“That – that sounds good,” Mahiru agrees, after a brief hesitation, and Hinata lets out a desperate breath and stumbles away as fast as the sand will let him.
Mahiru looks at Komaeda.
“Ah,” Komaeda breathes, watching him go. “What a shame he couldn’t have stayed longer.”
For the first time since they arrived on this island, she’s genuinely tempted to murder someone.
I hope you enjoy these, if you read them! And, you know, if you should happen to feel like pairing Komaeda up with all the remaining characters, I wouldn't complain.
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