Danganronpa Parents!

Catching Them Doing the Woohoo

 (A/N: Mature themes. This isn't smut/lemon/lime, and there's nothing graphic. Just awkwardness and pretty much what you'd expect from the title. Worst one is prolly Byakuya's.) 

Makoto:

When you swung open the door, no regard for the wall on the other side, you saw Daddy on top of Mommy... under the covers... You think it was that "wrestling" an older kid told you about that one time at school.

The atmosphere feels awkward, but you can't bring yourself to care. Your parents look like deers caught in headlights, staring aggressively and staying still as if you won't see them if they don't move.

You pause, they pause.

"H-hey, (N/N)... what are you doin' u-" your dad tries to act like everything's normal and like you didn't interrupt something, but once again, you don't care.

"Daddy!" You cried, running over to his side of the bed.

His body went on autopilot after hearing you scream for him, legs standing up from the bed—the sheet tightly wrapped around his waist, and you would've wondered why if you weren't petrified—and arms picking you up.

Your mom seemed to be rearranging within the bed, and she was far more composed than your father was. If you just saw her, you might have thought that you imagined the awkwardness.

"Daddy, there's a sc-ry monster in my heaaaaaaad!" You sobbed.

"There, there. Hey, everything's okay, it was just a nightmare," He cooed. You clung onto him tightly, your head buried so far into his neck, you almost didn't see your mom get up to change the sheets.

He held you for a few more minutes before looking over to Kyoko as if asking what to do. She, in turn, pat the spot beside her.

"You wanna sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight?" Makoto asked. He knew the answer, and he knew it was the right choice (but damn was he disappointed-). You nodded your head quickly before climbing out of his arms and into the middle of the bed—no hesitance.

You made yourself at home, all snuggled under the covers, before looking up at your dad expectantly. Makoto sighed before climbing in beside you and patting your head, "See? You're alright."

#Cockblock

Chihiro:

You were just a little kid, so the principle of knocking wasn't as ingrained into your mind as it could've been. All you knew was that you were young, and you wanted attention. Normally, you wouldn't wanna bother your Papa while he was working, but since Chiaki was hanging out with friends today and Alter was unresponsive for some reason, you were left with no other choice.

It's ironic, because if Alter Ego was activated, he may have been able to warn his master, but when Chihiro is having his—ahem—personal, alone time, he tends to disable Alter Ego's programming out of self-consciousness.

Anyways, you barge into Chihiro's office without warning, and the first thing going through Chihiro's mind is Intruder Alert. The second thing to go through his mind, is that you're the 'intruder'.

When I tell you his face went red.

Now, Chihiro's never been one for speed, but Sonic the Hedgehog must have possessed him for that brief second because he turned off his computer lightning fast. Damn near unplugged it from the wall and chucked it out the window.

"(Y-Y/N)," He had a hard time saying your name, or anything really. He felt like his mouth was too dry and too wet at the same time, and he tried to swallow whatever lump was in his throat so that he could continue, "...What do you need, honey?"