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on the other side of that metaphorical one-way mirror, is a trembling little boy. is a fearful child.

he's so scared. so scared they'll see past the facade he puts on to imitate those around him. so scared they'll see his true self.

that mirror is the only thing about him that shows confidence.

but then he meets you.

you're the only one who can see through as if it's a window. you're the only one who can hold that small child and tell him it's okay.

please.. just tell him it's okay..

RANPO, ango, poe, kokichi, UZUI, giyuu, and any of your falsely confident favorites!

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Hello! Could I order a nagito xf!reader which is the ultimate super model and is super tall and beautiful? (sorry if my English is not good, English is not my first language)

yeah sure (and your english is perfectly fine lol)!! a/n: i'm sorry on three accounts: this is the first request i've had, so it might not be good i was on vacation, so i couldn't access my laptop for a week or two. and, i probably should have specified this in the rules, i didn't know if you wanted a one-shot or headcanons but anyways, enjoy!

to start, he doesn't understand how he got such a beautiful girl. so much so, that he can't help but laugh at his own sickly face. you're absolutely perfect, and he.. well... he's just some guy

but, don't worry, you're always there to kiss him and hold him and tell him he's just as amazing.

on another note, he loves to go to your runway shows. he loves to see you model for all types of brands. he's fully supportive.

on some days when you have free time, he'll take you out shopping to find some clothes to model at home. clothes only he gets to see come off~

nagito likes beautiful things. and you are certainly one of them. from the roots of your hair to the shape of your body. you're utterly perfect. and to him, you are a sparkling ray of hope against a gloomy world of despair.

another a/n: please feel free to tell me if it needs work! i love to hear feedback!

a/n: sorry i was gone i've had my director on my ass about practicing at home

perhaps it's that he gifted you your favorite treats. or maybe it's the handwritten love poems. but it could also be the fact he bought you oh so many bouquets of your favorite flowers..

but none of that matters. none of it is needed. he doesn't physical things to show his love for you.

it's that his kisses are full of hope and dreams. it's how gentle he handles you when your bodies meet as one. it's the fact he dances with you in the stove light to songs of old.

he spins you around and right off your feet. he waltzes with you till the candles are burned and the wine is gone.

and he'll love you till his last breath.

POE, CHUUYA, dazai, LUCIFER, SIMEON, asmodeus, satan, NEUVILLETE, ZHONGLI, DAINSLEIF, childe, SEBASTIAN, NAGITO, togami, and any of your lover boy favorites

the mask goes on the minute other people look.

make eye contact. too much, look away. now smile and nod. stop bouncing your leg. make them like you.

those are his thoughts. because too many people have called him weird. too many people have pointed and laughed. too many people made fun of him for just being himself.

oh, but you..

you remind him it's okay to unmask. you smile, listening to him ramble about his interests. you could listen for hours and never get bored.

when you notice his discomfort in a crowd. when you help him communicate when he's too overwhelmed to talk.

with you, the ribbon that holds the mask together comes undone. with you, his mask falls to the ground.

POE, RANPO, dazai, GIYUU, kenma, l lawliet, near, WANDERER, AL HATHIAM, kaveh, LYNEY, and any of your autistic favorites!

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the mask goes on the minute other people look.

make eye contact. too much, look away. now smile and nod. stop bouncing your leg. make them like you.

those are his thoughts. because too many people have called him weird. too many people have pointed and laughed. too many people made fun of him for just being himself.

oh, but you..

you remind him it's okay to unmask. you smile, listening to him ramble about his interests. you could listen for hours and never get bored.

when you notice his discomfort in a crowd. when you help him communicate when he's too overwhelmed to talk.

with you, the ribbon that holds the mask together comes undone. with you, his mask falls to the ground.

POE, RANPO, dazai, GIYUU, kenma, l lawliet, near, WANDERER, AL HATHIAM, kaveh, LYNEY, and any of your autistic favorites!

take your time and feel better :)

Hiatus. 

a/n - i wanted to write a danganronpa fanfic other than nagito because you're all fools/j.

ibuki let out an exasperated sigh, fidgeting with the strings of her guitar. “even with my tuner-thingy, i can’t seem to tune it right! ibuki can’t keep doing this!” she flopped down on your shared bed. the instrument seemed to just frustrate her more and more.

“how about you take a break?” you suggested “come back with a clear head.”

the rain pitter-pattered on the roof, the perfect weather to keep ibuki feeling down. “i don’t wanna” she complained, “i want to play!”

you joined her in laying down, jumping onto the bed. “doesn’t ibuki own another guitar?” you smirked, pointing to the other, equally awesome, guitar in the corner of the room.

“you’re.. right!” she perked back up, her cheerful smile spreading across her face. she quite literally rolled off the bed and hit the floor with an oomph. springing back up, she skipped over to the spare guitar and picked it up.

“what’d i tell ‘ya?” with a laugh, you sat up.

“yeah, yeah. now here’s a song i’ve been working on, ‘i squeezed out the baby yet i have no idea who the father is’!” oh no..