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Nightmare (Komahina Oneshot)

Nagito Komeada x Hajime Hinata

Warnings: Blood and death

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

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

Fuyuhiko. Sonia. Akane. Kazuichi.

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

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

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

He turned his body to face Mikan.

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

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

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

Nagito immediately turned his body to face him.

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

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

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

Hajime looked at Mikan's lifeless body.

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

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

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

"...too close for my liking."

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

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

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

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

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

But he did. And Hajime was trapped with him.

...Forever.

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

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

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

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

That's right. Nagito.

His boyfriend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hajime supposed that was true.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nagito smiled and pressed a kiss to his head.

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

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

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

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

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

Uh kiss her miu

I've wanted to draw this comic for like, at least a month now. So enjoy some Irumatsu!

Nightmare (Komahina Oneshot)

Nagito Komeada x Hajime Hinata

Warnings: Blood and death

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

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

Fuyuhiko. Sonia. Akane. Kazuichi.

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

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

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

He turned his body to face Mikan.

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

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

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

Nagito immediately turned his body to face him.

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

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

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

Hajime looked at Mikan's lifeless body.

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

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

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

"...too close for my liking."

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

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

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

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

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

But he did. And Hajime was trapped with him.

...Forever.

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

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

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

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

That's right. Nagito.

His boyfriend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hajime supposed that was true.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nagito smiled and pressed a kiss to his head.

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you @fulltimeangel13 for the sketch, some DRA appreciation is always welcome.

fuck that good

🔥 Despaircest (can't be unpopular as in "fandom hates it even though it's gr8"; we need to go weirder and deeper)

If those two fucking idiots ever had an actually honest and heartfelt conversation, things would have gone extremely differently because they actually did feel the same about each other.

The Despaircest plot is told out of order. 1-6's trial has Makoto's hope include the caveat of "we don't even know if Junko is lying!" Yes, he also goes "and if she isn't, we've got this", but that's just half of it and the other half is "nuh uh!" And here's the thing: SDR2 came out years later after DR1 was successful. DR1 never tells us if Junko was lying or not. So, view it with that in mind. DR1 leaves the question to us: was she full of shit?

Two years later, we get the answer. In 2-6. A whole game later, we find out the answer was "no, Junko was not lying". And that modifies the viewing of 1-6. Because now, you have to view 1-6 as "Junko is telling the truth here, she isn't lying to manipulate anyone, she's just being honest". When Junko says she loves her classmates? That's true. When Junko says the world ended? That's true. When Junko says Mukuro is just like her and loves despair the same way as her... wait, what?

Oh, but you're given a decoder ring. Beating SDR2 unlocks Danganronpa IF, where we find out that that is not at all true. But... if Junko isn't lying, but that isn't true, there's only one possible explanation. Junko's wrong. Now, how does that line up with IF? Perfectly.

In IF, Mukuro survives the murder because Makoto's memories start to come back and he warns her to dodge using her real name, so she does it on instinct, so she doesn't die, but he does get hurt trying to save her. Which leads to Mukuro turning on Junko. But importantly, there's the breakup.

"Say, sis?" "Oh! Junko, it's you!" Ikusaba's eyes brightened at the first sight of her sister in days, but they would soon go dim. "You know, I was always thankful to you, sis. I mean it." It was because Junko's voice, coming from the speakers, was terribly soft and gentle. "...Junko?" "I'm really sorry. I was being too harsh with you. I even tried to kill you just now, and I was about to make you do something horrible. Even though I know how you feel about Naegi." "I-I don't..." "Don't force yourself. You might not realize it, but it was really obvious. You never cared about those class pictures, but you looked at the camera properly that one time Naegi took the photo." From just the image on the monitor, the Super High School Level Despair looked like a girl with a sweet, innocent smile teasing her older sister. But that was exactly why Ikusaba was slowly falling towards despairing fear. "I always thought you should've put your all into it when you were in a picture with Naegi, but I guess that's all part of your disappointing self, sis." "But you know, you might be lackluster and disappointing, but I love that about you too." Ikusaba trembled. "I love you. How long had she wanted to hear these words from Junko? Ikusaba believed that, no matter what Junko said, she actually loved her very much. Ikusaba believed that she alone could understand the despair known as Junko Enoshima. It was a ludicrous notion. The moment Junko said, 'I love you', Ikusaba realized--to her agony--that she never truly understood her sister. Only now had she come to realize Junko's feelings. Junko was being kind. There was no lie in her gentle words. Perhaps she was being entirely truthful about loving her sister as well. This was precisely why this signalled the destruction of their relationship. Ikusaba realized that Junko was cutting ties with her. And before Ikusaba could say a word in reply, the girl on the monitor left her with a word of cruelty. "I know you'll make your dreams come true someday."

Do you get it? Junko really, truly loves Mukuro just as much as Mukuro loves her. And they never understood each other, but they both completely believed they did. Combine this with Junko in 1-6 talking about Mukuro and you have Junko's belief before the truth is revealed to her and Junko after the truth is revealed to her.

So, what was killing Mukuro? Trying to say "I love you" and make Mukuro's dreams come true without understanding Mukuro's love language or Mukuro's dreams. Consider how Junko describes how Mukuro "must have" felt. Why would she deny herself that despair? Simple: so Mukuro could have it, believing Mukuro wanted it just as much as she did. Her act of love in DR1 was self-sacrifice to give the greatest gift she could imagine to someone who she never realized didn't want it.

And what does Junko do when she does realize it? She breaks her entire sense of self and personality just to express her love to Mukuro. She realizes Mukuro has hope and everything, and she encourages it and fosters it out of love for her. She loves Mukuro enough that, even knowing they will now be enemies, she will speak Mukuro's love language rather than her own to make Mukuro truly know how much she loves her. This scene and killing Mukuro have the same meaning, and you can only come to understand this by combining 1-6 and IF to get two contradictory perspectives in order to recognize the before-belief and the after-belief.

Junko fucking loves her so goddamn much, but Junko expresses her love in a very particular way. Despair. Remember what she said to Class 78? She loves them all. She wasn't lying about that either. It's so personalized, so direct, so cruel, because she loves them. She loves Mukuro most of all, so she granted Mukuro the most intense despair imaginable, even though it meant losing it for herself, even though that is literally her entire modus operandi. It's fucking self-sacrifice when she kills Mukuro.

The twist is that she never understood that Mukuro didn't want it. Junko can understand and learn anything, except the one thing staring her in the face. But because of her talent, she can't imagine that there's something so blatant right in front of her she's failing to understand. Mukuro meanwhile? Danganronpa Zero gives us this:

Then, looking at the face Ikusaba-san showed me, I was suddenly taken aback. The ever so emotionless face was, ecstatic and smiling. "I don‘t know if...she is attracting despair or despair is attracting her but...she has lived her whole life with despair by her side. She lived while immersed in despair. That‘s why she began looking for despair in others. She learned to enjoy pushing people into despair. But you know, that‘s normal. It‘s the same as someone being cursed by misfortune fall into hatred for those who aren‘t. But what‘s special about her was that, she learned to enjoy inflicting despair onto herself. That‘s how the link to despair began. As she chased down despair, she pushed it onto others on the way. Doing so, it caused her to desire falling into despair even more...and because of that chain to despair, the Super High School Level Despair was born." While she spoke, it was like she fell into a fever, the expressions on her face turned into ecstasy. It was so completely absurd that it would have been hard for anybody to think of it as anything but a joke, but I understood that this was real. It might‘ve been because the memories of Junko Enoshima inside me led to that conclusion. "Hey, you don‘t get it right? I don‘t think anybody could. But you know, only I can understand it..." Consumed by ecstasy, even Ikusaba-san‘s breaths began to become ragged. "Only I am able of understanding her. That‘s why she needs me. She still hasn‘t realized that but, maybe she is only pretending not to realize. Ufu, that‘s because she‘s so shy. Ufufufu." Seeing this intoxicated Ikusaba-san continue to talk like that, repelled me. I knew that she definitely didn‘t have normal feelings for Junko Enoshima, but that sort of thing shouldn‘t have anything to do with me.

They both have failed to understand each other. Danganronpa Zero came out before Danganronpa IF. So,

Ikusaba believed that she alone could understand the despair known as Junko Enoshima. It was a ludicrous notion.

Is a callback to

"Hey, you don‘t get it right? I don‘t think anybody could. But you know, only I can understand it..."

Both of them are having their preconceived notions about each other shattered at the same time in that scene in IF. Because both of them just assumed they understood each other. Because of course they did. They've been linked at the hip so long, they're symbiotic. Except, no, they didn't. Because they both assumed, rather than ever actually talking and getting on the same page. And note,

Seeing this intoxicated Ikusaba-san continue to talk like that, repelled me. I knew that she definitely didn‘t have normal feelings for Junko Enoshima, but that sort of thing shouldn‘t have anything to do with me.

It was incest in 2011. Before SDR2 and IF released. It was always incest. DR3 just was going "now shut the fuck up, we've visually confirmed it for you".

So yeah, Despaircest was mutual love of equal intensity ruined by them both being arrogant dipshits who failed to get on the same page because they wouldn't just have a goddamn conversation about it because they both assumed that they would gain nothing from it because they totally already understood each other so goddamn well. It was mutual, and Junko actually really did love Mukuro just as much as Mukuro loved Junko. It turned tragic from a lack of communication.

Lol please do part 3 of that will be so much funny

Lmao here you go🤣

Platonic Warriors of Hope x Ultimate Dragon Reader Part Three

After doing some digging, you found out the names of the horrible teenage demons that hurt your precious dragon cubs.

Komaru Naegi and Toko Fukawa.

A talentless manga fanatic and a desperate author.

Fantastic.

It wouldn't be hard to find them; the Warriors of Hope were on a murder playdate, so you were on your own. So with your wings, you lifted your body into the stormy sky and flew around, scanning the area for two teenage demons.

And after only a short minute or two, you found them.

You summoned a fireball to your claws and launched it at the ground near them.

When the ball of fire hit the ground, the two girls let out a shriek.

"Wh-What the hell was that?!" The taller one called out.

"U-Uhm... Toko, look..." The younger one gestured toward the sky with a shaky finger. 

There you were, in all your glory.

You let out a deep snarl.

"Komaru Naegi, and Toko Fukawa," you stated, pointing at the two girls respectively. 

"Who the hell are you?" Toko demanded, pointing at you.

"My name is no business of yours. But I am the Ultimate Dragon," you said, blowing a long line of flames out of your mouth. The girls immediately moved to the side to avoid the flamethrower.

"Wh-What the hell k-kinda talent is that?!" Toko demanded, while Komaru just eyed you curiously.

"Silence, smelly author! I can smell your revolting stench from up here. Have you even heard the word 'shower' in your life?" You snarled. Now the girl was seething with anger.

The younger one, on the other hand, was fascinated.

"Woah! How do you summon fire like that? Can you change into an actual dragon? Did you go to Hope's Peak? Are there others like you? What kind of dragon are you?"

Toko facepalmed. "Jesus Christ, K-Komaru... D-Do you ever h-have a f-f-filter?"

You ignored her questions. "Doesn't matter. Point is, I suggest you two start running."

As you spoke, you coated your clawed hands in flames, staring down at the two girls in fury. They quickly got the hint and immediately turned and started running. 

Preparing yourself, you took flight once again, and chased after them from the sky, firing balls of flames from your hands.

"I'm gonna burn you both alive like the pathetic insects you are! Nobody harms my cubs and gets away with it!"

You screamed, shooting down another ball of fire.

"What are they talking about?! What cubs? And I still don't know how they can change into a dragon!" Komaru cried, with tears in her eyes.

"D-Does it matter?! They're p-probably t-talking about those b-brats we k-keep running into!" Toko responded.

You launched another flame at the older girl, which ended up hitting the ends of her long hair.

"SHUT UP, INSOLENT FILTH! HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT MY CUBS LIKE THAT?! YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR REAL NOW!"

While you were rampaging, the Warriors of Hope had just gotten back from their playdate, and were standing from afar, watching the show.

Masaru Daimon

Cheering you on

"Yeah, go, (Name)! Give those demons a taste of Hell!"

Enjoying the show while fist pumping the air and stomping his feet

Way too excited about it

Jataro Kemuri

Just watching, curious and fascinated 

"Oh boy... They must've really made (Name) mad, huh?"

He's more focused on the fire than what you're using the fire on

Kototo Utsugi

Watching the show with a smile

"Hehe~ Isn't (Name) just so adorbs? Chasing the demons away because they care about us..."

She's just having a good time

Nagisa Shingetsu 

Watching with vengeful eyes and nodding

"Yes... Do it, (Name). All demons must perish."

He's just glad some demons are being punished

Monaca Towa

Watching with a satisfied grin

"Good job, (Name). You really are the perfect tool for my plans..."

She's imagining your fire burning every adult in Towa City alive

Taking out those teenagers are the first step to continuing Junko's legacy...

favorite drdt ship

poor hajime

Sonianami: Intimidation Tactics

Chiaki trying to show her girlfriend that she can be intimidating. Doesn’t exactly work.

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-Brad

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