Avocado man take me(me) by the hand!
No, lmao. But Amami's (how I refer to him, I'll use his first name in the story BC English ver.) a really good kid. He (spoiler spoiler) and (sPOILER) but then (EVEN MAJOR SPOILERS)
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"Rantarou.....come home, please...it's really cold and....I'm hungry," you complained to your boyfriend on the phone.
See, it's winter where you live (pRETEND Okay? There is no winter where I live RIP) and the snow seemed to pile up in the area surrounding the apartment building you inhabited. All you wanted to do was curl up in a little blanket ball on the sofa, watch (F/S) and sip hot cocoa but you were worried so much for your boyfriend stuck in the cold; up to the point where you would give up your cozy time to Rantarou when he gets back from doing the groceries.
"Don't worry, babe," his soothing deep voice laughed from the phone speaker. "When I get home, you know what we'll do? I'll grab some soup from here while you get the cocoa and marshmallows ready. Then, we'll build a giant pillow fort in the living room wearing our onesies and we can watch (F/S) all evening long while cuddling together. How does that sound?"
Now it was your turn to giggle—where did he get an idea like that? But you craved comfort and quality-time cosies with your significant other, so you complied. "Sounds great, babe. Now come hoooooome, you're worrying me like crazy!!" You replied, making Rantarou laugh before saying goodbye and hanging up. Afterwards, you stared at the anchromatic world from the window, your forehead pressing against the cool glass while the sounds of the television's countless program acting as soothing background music.
Come to think of it, you never really wondered why he wanted to stay with by your side in the first place. Before you two became a thing, you were always called "weird" because of your colour blind vision, since you could not recognise colours unless you were told that it was one specific colours. It was just black and white ever since birth. But then Rantarou came along and told you that it didn't matter if you were like that in the first place; what matters is the heart. And you've been close since then, and until recently finally confessed to each other.
You smiled at the memory, feeling excitement about seeing Rantarou again.
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In what seemed like minutes, the front door opened up revealing your avocado-haired (or what you were told by Rantarou) sweetheart carrying multiple bags of what you presumed were the groceries. You ran up to him like an excited puppy and smothered him in kisses all over his face. "Don't leave for so long!" You said in between kisses. "Well, how else am I supposed to feed us for the next month? I wouldn't want my (Y/N) dying of an empty stomach here,"Rantarou joked. You finally let go and went over to the kitchen, preparing to heat the hot chocolate (that you made some time after the phone call) and the soup Amami bought from the store.
As for the other, he went into the room you two slept in to grab all the pillow and blankets from the bed for the pillow fort. He couldn't wait to cuddle close with his girlfriend all evening in the living room. It just seemed like the perfect season and weather to do it, and he wasn't going to miss it for nothing.
Some time later, you got to work with constructing the pillow fort itself. First, you hung one of the best duvets over a couple of dining room chairs (the roof of the fort) and placed some (Colour) blankets to make it look more diverse than just white. Then, Rantarou placed the other duvet on the carpeting of the living room and adorned it with most of the throw pillows from the sofa to advance its comfort. Then, he placed one (Colour) pillow for you and an avocado-green one for him and threw a blanket over to finish it off.
After this was all achieved, you stood to admire the work you accomplished. "Wow," you breathed, putting your arm over Rantarou's torso. "We make a pretty team,eh?" Taking your hand off and holding it in his hand, he proceeded to lead you to the fort's inside. "M'lady," he started in a horrible British accent, "Care for some convenience store soup and hot chocolate? It would be an honour to serve my queen~." It took all you can to not snort from laughter, your cheeks light red from a mix of the pressure of holding back a laugh and the treatment you got from your significant other. "Why, yes please! I will hold the duty of turning on the holy black-and-white picture we call (F/S) and cuddling with my prince," you reprised with your own British accent. Once food and Netflix were up and not a problem, you and Rantarou snuggled up together and cried, laughed, and gushed over the show. After a 4-hour marathon, the both of you slept together under the make-shift house you built together, dreaming about the future.
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I'm now craving snow, hot chocolate and 2 blankets.
Instead, I get heat, water, and the fear of dying of malaria from mosquitoes
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Danganronpa ONESHOTS-1,2,UDG,3 and V3
FanfictionOk,since one-shots are basically what I can write for now (since I'm so busy w/school and everything else),I'm making this specifically for NDRV3 and will be taking requests. Any character is fine,as long as you give me some kind of prompt,and I'll...
