"Stop. Just. . . Just stop it." Her tone of voice was a lot colder than normal. It also wavered slightly as the knot in her chest only tightened. Her shoulders remained tense as she hugged herself, her fingers digging into her obliques. Her emotions continued to swirl through her mind as a single ⬇️

// Stolen :)

( Silence grows for a moment, as the dancer still refuses to even look back at him. There's a shift in demeanor as her angrily folded arms lower themselves to where she's wrapping them around her own torso. ) ". . . That's a bit of an understatement." ( Her voice is lower in volume than normal,

( She continues to keep her arms folded, quirking a brow and huffing before she turned her back to him. Usually, she's loud when she's angry, but the her silence is haunting. )

( Folding her arms. ) . . . Hi.

( Appears. )

// WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT THAT JUST FOLLOWED ME 😭

She's not normally the type to do this type of thing, but since everyone else seems to be doing it, she might as well show off as well. #SeductiveSunday

// It's much less me that'll be selective, but Hiyoko herself. By interacting with this bandwagon, you're either getting smooched or roasted... or both!

Ibuki's concern-laced positivity was contagious. In the face of danger, it even caused Hiyoko to crack a smile. She was silly and still Ibuki through all of it, and that made her feel comfortable in the face of her friends relapsing into despair. On top of all of that, Ibuki was one of her besties,

"Jeez, if you're gonna say something, stop your blubbering and just spit it out already! Otherwise, get out of my face!" She's not feeling TOO cruel today.

She widened her eyes as the two laser focused on one another, horror evident upon her features as Kazuichi bore all of his pointy, jagged teeth. That faint, red glow and the swirl in his eyes. . . there was no doubt in her mind that her friend had turned to the dark side. Her heart shattered in her

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑇𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝐼𝑆 𝐴 𝐷𝐼𝑆𝐸𝐴𝑆𝐸. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐼 𝐴𝑀 𝐼𝑇𝑆 𝐶𝑈𝑅𝐸. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ from the mind of euphoria. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤrecommended BGM: ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou Shall Never Have To Forgive Me Again. ㅤ

‎ never again. — a riot solo . ‎

[ @soudakazuichi.bsky.social ] Upon going to sneak up on the mechanic, likely to poke fun at him, Hiyoko would soon find herself widening her eyes in horror. That specific outfit, and that hairstyle to match. . . She hadn't prepared to see that ever again. She thought, similar to her own, it'd have

The dancer's knees would bend slightly, nearly crumpling altogether as she heaved, hot tears streaming down her cheeks as she held Kazuichi up slightly, as if cradling him. There had to be a way to fix this, right? She looked on, matching his weak gaze with tear-filled, orange optics, as if praying

She huffs, a stream of hot air leaving her nose as she nuzzles a little more to fit her head into the crux of the mechanic's neck and shoulders. Her breathing is relaxed and steady as the gentle rocking continues. It's nice. Nice to a point she closes her eyes, smiles, and lets out another sigh

"What the-- no?? I'm not crawling back to that nasty skank and all her despair crap, what made you think that? Did Nanami die again? Is she okay?" Her usual snark aside, Hiyoko's tone was laced with concern and worry for her friends' well-being, and the status of being plunged into despair even

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙏𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓴𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓮'𝓼 𝓟𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓐𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝔂 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓴𝓸 𝓔𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓪'𝓼 𝓟𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 ❤ + 🔄? More info is below!

Hiyoko had been on her toes for a good while now regarding Kazuichi. His stubbornness, his antics, and most importantly, his health. Once his bully, she'd become a lot closer with him after the tragedy and being relocated to Jabberwock Island, which led to a tight-knit friendship, one that was no

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine. . . I only reacted like that because-- well-- ah-- you know what? Fine. You got me. You won the game, congrats!" There was a bit of exasperation in her tone, having thrown her arms in the air and the whole nine. An exasperation that she didn't even fully mean, it just kinda

Saionji...He had her as a bully at one point. But these days she had become much more. A friend. A companion. Someone he genuinely respected. And now that they'd built something, she was...dying? This wasn't fair! "No! No Saionji...please...Talk to me...talk to me Saionji...we'll get you help,

“Take it easy… it’s going to be fine…” Mimi wasn’t an idiot, she knows Hiyoko was dying, but she didn’t want to scare her in her last moments… “You’ll be fine… please, try to get some rest… it will be best if you do…” Of course she was going to going to stay with the dancer…

"NO-!" ( She was quick to respond, removing her hands from her face, revealing a totally frazzled expression. This isn't what she wanted at all! Sighing, her face still beet red, her back slumps and her arms fall to her sides. ) "It's not like that, okay? I don't see you as this womanizing creep

"--- ?!?!" ( She COMPLETELY freezes once his lips release contact from her face and nose, her skin tomato-red and hot to the touch all the way down to her shoulders. The dancer is left a stammering mess with her shoulders raised, arms straight and tensed, and fists balled as she sputters like an

". . ." "Okay, maybe it'd be a little funny. Go ahead." ( No blush. . . )

"𝙄𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪! 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣!" #MVRP #DRRP #DanganronpaRP

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ 𝑵𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 . . . ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 ( * 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 ) 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ

( Cupping her hand over her cheek, she'd close the corresponding eye and grin, a cheeky little gremlin she is. . . . Okay, not little anymore, but still a cheeky gremlin. ) "Hahaha, you should see the look on your face! If I was holding a mirror right now, you'd be laughing at it too!" ( She

( As soon as she's done with this rather intimate contact, she notices how much he's blushing and starts cackling loudly, which turns to a normal, giggly laugh after a couple of wheezes. ) "Ha ha, got you! I got you GOOD! You should see the look on your face right now! You might have gotten me

"Okay, you want to bet on it?" ( Taking that as a dare, she takes a deep breath and swallows the wad of saliva that formed in her mouth before matching his faltering smile with a challenging smirk as she puts her palm under his, caressing the back of the mechanic's hand with her thumb for a

"You didn't win anything!" ( She huffs, folding her arms and looking back with a scowl that holds zero malice. ) "Besides, I bet I can make you go redder."

"Yeah? Well, that's cheating because you-- you've been super affectionate with me lately." ( She grunts, but there's no protest in her mannerisms. )

( Her cheeks gain a slight tint of pink from being caught off guard, but she'll return the embrace, resting her chin on the mechanic's shoulder with a pouty expression. ) ". . . Hey."

"Pfft, I'd like to see you try!"

[[ there was an attempt

CREDIT

"M-My name is Mikan Tsumiki. Um... From the bottom of my heart, I hope we can get along." #DRRP #DanganRonpaRP

. . . Me too. This is nice, I guess. [ She's stopped essentially squirming as she's found her most comfortable position and grip. ]