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Let's freeze the moment before it's past by sirentillwinter for apollo_python
Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing
06 Mar 2022
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“...Aren’t you going to run and sssscream?”
Shuichi furrowed his brows, standing up on his feet to take a step forward. As if their roles had been reversed, the boy with snakes for hair stepped back into the shadows. “Why, um, would I?”
“Well, isn’t it obvious? I’m a freak. An a-abomination.” He hissed suddenly, the words falling out of his mouth like poison and Shuichi noticed the sliver of a forked tongue poking out between snarled lips. Just as quickly as it appeared, taut shoulders loosened as the other boy deflated. “At least that’s what everyone said…”
“I don’t think you’re a freak.” The words left both of them off guard, especially Shuichi, but he didn’t retract his words. “I’m… I’m Shuichi. And I-I think you’re pretty cool. I mean…” He took a deep breath, folding his hands in front of him and weaving his fingers together, looking at his feet as he said, “I’ve never seen someone like you before… which I’m not saying that you’re not cool! You’re really cool! I-It’s better than seeing invisible m-monsters… you know?”
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No More by sirentillwinter for apollo_python
Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing
02 Oct 2021
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He had so many questions he wanted to ask the man, things he wanted to say to him but he can’t. They fell apart seven years ago, when his pride was too frail and he was vulnerable. Essentially, Saihara Shuichi was a stranger to him, a totally different person wearing the skin of the once person he looked up to, whom he had more-than-friends feelings for and who was rejected when he offered his hand for the leader to take. Like the naive, sanguine detective he was.
Saihara let out a groaned and shifted his position, his head resting on the door with an audible thud and Kokichi winced at the noise. That must’ve left a mark, he thought before frowning when Saihara tightened his grip on the urn and went back to sleep. An ugly, nauseous feeling boiled within him from the sight and he gulped. Metaphorically, he took a hammer and worn his feelings down a few pegs or two. There wasn’t any room for something like leftover feelings now, not ever.
Alternate Fic Title: Crack Gone Wrong