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THE COOLEST IN KINDERGARTEN???
Doujin: Komaeda Limited
Source: https://m.imgur.com/a/GFehC
I LOVE THEM SMMMM 💘💘
— stay 'til the morning
ᡣ𐭩 pairing: nanami chiaki x komaeda nagito
summary: after they spend the afternoon together, komaeda helps a very sleepy nanami back to her cottage.
# tags: set in sdr2, tooth rotting fluff, self-indulgent entirely, just need them to be friends (cries and sobs)
(~1.5k words) | this can technically act as a prequel moment to the fifth trial | divider
Nanami’s eyes are heavy when she opens them. All she can register is a numbing pain in her back, and something tightly pressed against her cheek. The sound of quaint shifts in water and a soft breeze rustling the nearby palm trees almost makes her drift off again.
“Oh, have you woken up?”
Komaeda’s voice. Nanami fights to blink a few times.
He laughs in his lower register. Nanami’s mouth draws open, yawning and squeezing her eyes shut. She stretches her arms and realizes she’s not laying down. It feels like she’s sitting at a table. Her knee jerks up, almost involuntarily, and a prickling static surges to her thighs. Falling asleep at a public bench attached to a patio table does no wonders for your limbs. When Nanami raises her head and ignores the pain in her shoulders, her eyes land on the pool they’re beside. The table’s built-in umbrella flaps with a new gust of wind.
Something is draped over her shoulders, but she can’t find the energy to question the light pressure.
“C’mon,” Komaeda puts his hand on her shoulder. It’s extremely warm— the sensation nearly burns through her sweater. “We’ve gotta get you to your cottage.”
“Where…” Nanami’s voice dies before she can finish her line.
“You’re outside the diner,” Komaeda supplies, still tugging at her shoulder, “We spent some time here this afternoon, and you drifted to sleep. It’s nearly nighttime.”
Nanami folds her arms over the table. She closes her eyes, unconvinced at the notion of moving anywhere. Exhaustion is etching into her, threatening to knock her out again despite the cold that’s biting her legs and feet.
“It was a pleasure that you’d want to play your game while I read. Even sitting in silence, you’re willing to accompany me.”
Her perception starts to grow darker. And fuzzier.
“Nanami-san,” Komaeda teases her name in a sing-song voice, “We wouldn’t want you getting in trouble. Let’s go.”
“Nooo,” She draws out, a wave of drowsiness smacking down at her.
“I’ll steal your games if you don’t.”
Nanami’s eyes shoot open. She groans, making a show of how much she dreads the idea of standing up. Komaeda laughs as she slowly gets herself to sit up. When he stands from the table, she grabs his arm, and there is something strange in feeling his bare skin. But her tired mind can’t decipher what’s wrong with it.
“There you go,” Komaeda mumbles once Nanami is properly standing upright. She pushes off the dizzy feeling that’s edging her to tumble as she begins taking the first few steps. Komaeda stays just behind her, guiding her with a hand on her elbow, placed so lightly she almost doesn’t feel it.
She squints at the view of all the cottages as the moon casts an uneasy light over the docks. The water beneath the docks recedes and laps quietly. There is nothing to listen to save for the low clicking of his footsteps against the hardwood. Nanami wallows in the comforting sound of waves, crickets calling, and rustling bushes. Cold shivers run up her body as she walks, and she tugs what’s been draped over her shoulders tighter around herself, retaining the ounce of heat.
“We’re almost there,” Komaeda reassures from behind her. Nanami wants to nod, but the motion fails after she nearly trips over herself. Komaeda grips her arm properly in a rush.
“I’m sorry,” Nanami mumbles, squinting into the light of the other cottages.
“What?” Komaeda laughs lightly, “You’re not at fault for that.”
Nanami sways, and Komaeda stops her from taking another step.
“Okay, we’re here,” Komaeda says cheerily, “Do you keep it locked?”
“No,” Nanami replies, following it up with a yawn. Komaeda presses her arm, signaling for her to continue. She obliges.
The door clicks open, and a creak sounds out when it swings inside.
Both of them enter, and Nanami beelines for the bed, her feet shuffling against the wooden floors. She flops into the mattress, tugging what’s draped over her tighter against herself as if it were her blanket. From her place in bed, she casts her feet over the mattress and kicks her shoes off.
She groans as she curls further into herself, drawing the makeshift blanket even closer to her.
“Aha, wait,” Komaeda inches closer to her but stays out of reach, “Don’t you want to switch into nighttime clothes before drifting to bed again?”
Nanami shakes her head against her pillow, then verbalizes a short “No” which sounds more like a weak groan if anything.
“Are you sure? That can’t be comfortable.”
“Komaeda… kun…” Nanami’s eyes are closed. Her hand peeks out from beneath what’s covering her, exposing cold air to prick her skin. “Stay…”
Silence falls over the room.
“Huh…?”
Nanami is too tired to process her own thoughts. Her mind is running on wants.
“Stay here,” Nanami says, sleep already weighing her words into something close to incoherency, “Until… fall asleep…”
“N-Nanami-san?”
“Come here,” Nanami pats her bed. She scoots back slowly, her eyes still closed, still wrapped up in the mystery blanket.
Komaeda doesn’t move for a while.
“Ugh…” Nanami whines, “Please? Just… need your company… ‘till sleep.”
There’s no shift heard from the floor. For another long moment, he doesn’t move.
Until the floorboards begin creaking again, making way for his footsteps who are slowly approaching the bed.
“I don’t want to impose…” He starts off with, standing before it. “I think I should get going, Nanami—”
Nanami’s eyes part open, enough for her to latch an aim at his wrist and lock onto it with her hand.
“Sit,” Nanami drawls, her mouth being half muffled by her pillow.
Komaeda lets out a nervous laugh. Nanami’s eyes drift to close all over again. She tugs at his arm, and she can feel him leaning forward slightly at the gesture. She bites back a smile before she tugs as hard as she can.
Komaeda yelps, and the mattress beneath her takes a dip. His hands have landed on either side of Nanami’s head, and his arms are locked so as to prop himself up before having to otherwise crash into her.
Nanami snorts, and she can’t fight off her amused smile as she begins to laugh.
“Hey!” Komaeda says through a weakened grin, and Nanami opens her eyes wider. His startled expression hovering over her makes her giggle harder.
Komaeda’s grin grows as he watches her drift into hysterics. He begins laughing, finding her amusement to be contagious.
“You-” Nanami tries to fight off her own laughter to get the words out, “You yelped like a dog—!”
The phrase makes her giggle that much harder. Komaeda huffs with an embarrassed smile. Watching her laugh is enough for him to join her.
“You caught me off guard,” He says. His hair is falling over his face more than ever.
“That was the point,” Nanami grins at him. He returns the smile, his face flushed red at the previous embarrassment. Nanami continues to laugh at the thought of the sound he’d made while he pivots himself out of hovering over her and instead settles into sitting at the edge of the bed, still facing her.
“Ah, I woke you up, didn’t I?” Komaeda’s voice gives off a hint of disappointment.
“Hm, it’s okay,” Nanami shifts so she’s lying on her side again, “It's more time we get to spend together before I fall asleep again.”
Komaeda’s eyes widen. Nanami’s smile grows. She hasn’t seen him smile like this in a while. Komaeda has a tendency to smile constantly, but his expression is never as genuine as it is right now.
“R-Right,” He looks away from her, picking at the hem of his shirt, “I guess you’re right.”
His eyes skim over Nanami’s figure, brows turning in slightly.
“You should get under the covers, Nanami-san. I doubt my jacket is enough to keep you warm.”
Nanami grips the edges of it. Her eyes trail down, and the material practically wrapped around her. Ah. So this was her makeshift blanket. Komaeda must have put it over her after she fell asleep at their table.
If she even casually shrugs it off, he’d mentally turn this into an excuse of being ‘proof’ that he’s beneath his classmates. She can already picture him saying, ‘Of course you wouldn’t want my unfortunate possessions on your skin.’
“No,” Nanami says. “It's warm. I like it.”
Komaeda looks like he's been struck by something. Again.
“Ah. Your day clothes and my jacket as pajamas. You're a curious sleeper.”
“You're judging me before bed?”
“I'm deplorable, truly. That's all the more reason to kick me out, isn't it?”
Nanami pouts and reaches out, gripping his wrist with a tight hold, set on not letting go.
“You're going to stay here. And you will not leave. Tell me a bedtime story.”
“A bedtime—?”
“Just talk.”
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Just a cute little smooch! as a surprise <3
i'm in love to this sm
cr au: kiyoshi on X
Some danganrumple doodles from tonight. The eepy duo
Chiaki: It doesn't matter who I am. I'm here for you, Hinata-kun.
Hajime, feeling her hand on his cheek: Huh?...
Chiaki: See? I'm real.
Chiaki: It doesn't matter who I am. I'm here for you, Komaeda-kun.
Nagito, feeling her hand in his hands: Nanami-san?...
Chiaki: See? I'm real.
Dead Plate x Danganronpa.
Rody — Nagito.
Vincent — Izuru.
Manon — Chiaki.
Komanami and kamukoma, wow.
Nagito and Chiaki broke up on the initiative of the second, because Komaeda sacrificed himself for the sake of their relationship pretty often, and this frightened the girl. She wants him to learn to take care of himself.
Nagito lands a job at a formal restaurant owned by a renowned chef, Izuru Kamukura, to make enough money to win back his ex.
By lore and plot, Izuru killed Chiaki (And turned her into food) and chewed Nagito's ear, huh. "You never loved her" "But you did".
Also, now I like headcanon... Izuru don't have any sense of taste. He doesn't have ability to taste food. :D
Rody and Nagito are bad at cooking, lol.
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I'm so sad I wasn't able to do any of the other prompts this year but I'd be damned to miss an opportunity to draw Nagi in a skimpy outfit and Chiaki in handsome suit 😤
how to stop your deranged classmate from going on a monologue about hope!!! just cup his face in your hands like hes the only girl in the world <3