ʜᴀʏʟᴏғᴛ ► Danganronpa

🔹 Kazuichi Soda x Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu ; Soup 🔹

Requested by BnhaTuvis1248 !

Fuyuhiko stared at the soup that was brought out by Teruteru. It didn't look that appetizing until he removed the top.

As soon as the aroma went around the room, everyone wanted some. But he noticed Hiyoko going over to it, but was unable to tell what she was doing and it was too late by the time he got close enough, as she disappeared from the large cauldron.

He raised an eyebrow, but didn't question it. "What the hell...?"

"Alright, I'm hungry!" Kazuichi said as he lightly pushed past the small yakuza. "Oh, my bad!"

Fuyuhiko scowled, but it softened rather quickly. He had a bit of a soft side for the mechanic, but couldn't figure out why it was only him out of the bunch.

Well, him and Peko, but she was a different story.

"Young Master," the tall swordswoman spoke as she came over. "Are you going to eat?"

"Huh?" Is it even safe? I could've sworn Hiyoko was over there doing something to it, he thought. But seeing that everyone was eating it and doing fine, he shrugged and followed her to the cauldron. "Yeah, it can't hurt to have a bit, I guess."

He couldn't have been more wrong.

The blond yakuza only took a little bit, which is why he was the first one done. However, he felt a bit dizzy soon after, and he found he wasn't the only one.

Everyone else in the classroom was acting strange—Chiaki, Nagito, and the teacher were in their own spaces, but their faces were pink and a bit of sweat dripped from their foreheads.

Teruteru had his own little problem to deal with.

Nekomaru gripped Akane's wrists tightly, the two staring into each other's eyes as if they were in love. Gundham seemed to be having issues as well, but he rambled on to his hamsters as if they would do anything about it.

Mahiru wanted to take pictures, but based on the lustful expression on her face too, Fuyuhiko knew it was anything from normal pictures. Ibuki even got in her way, clinging onto her shoulder and licking her lips.

Then he turned and saw Mikan desperately clinging onto Peko, grabbing her bamboo sword and rubbing it slowly. Seeing those two, the blush on his cheeks deepened and he turned away to avoid any unnecessary issues—he didn't want to end up like Teruteru.

"Fuck... what is this?" Fuyuhiko mumbled, panting and grabbing his collar. Without realizing it, he unbuttoned the first two buttons—in his mind, the heat he felt in his body was too much.

Sonia fell on her knees, her hands on the floor. She breathed heavily, looking the same as everyone else.

Kazuichi didn't even say anyone's name or have anyone in mind—he was just on his feet, his hand on the zipper of his blue jacket and ready to pull it down.

Although having a white t-shirt under, Fuyuhiko found himself rushing to his feet, clinging onto the taller student desperately, grabbing the zipper with short, heavy breaths. "You dumbass... you can't do that here..."

"I can't... stop..." Kazuichi's hand then flew to the blond's, pulling the zipper back down. His grip was tight on his hand, but that didn't stop Fuyuhiko from pulling it back up.

Despite him really not wanting to at the moment.

Whatever was in the soup began clouding their minds, and Kazuichi found himself pushing the smaller student against the wall. No one around them noticed, as they seemed to be in their own little, lustful world.

"Oooh!" Hiyoko grinned, enjoying the view of how everyone was acting around her. She was clearly unscathed, as she was the culprit of the soup incident. Her eyes were right on Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi. "I expected some girl-on-girl action, but definitely not guys getting it on!"

"Asshole..." Fuyuhiko breathed out—he knew she did something.

Kazuichi also seemed to be in his own little world, not exactly mindful of his actions. His hand, on top of Fuyuhiko's, pulled down and the zipper finally came off, overwhelming the yakuza's strength for a second.

Then he grabbed his unbuttoned collar, bringing him up to his face. At this point, the yakuza didn't even bother trying to pull away—his mind was clouded as well.

"Don't... try and stop me again..." he breathed out, his breath smelling just like the soup he just ate—it really wasn't bad.

Fuyuhiko would never let himself be controlled like he was right now, but the way he was being held by the collar tightly, shoved against the wall, he couldn't complain.

The events that took place after that was a complete blur to everyone. The only person who knew what went down was Hiyoko, and she wouldn't dare spoil.

Kazuichi walked into class with a groan, sitting down in his chair. He scratched the side of his neck but stopped rather abruptly.

He felt a little soft in one specific spot and pressed into it a bit, feeling a bit of a mix of pain and pleasure. His eyes widened as he realized what was on his neck.

Looking around the room, half of the students looked embarrassed. However, the one that looked the most ashamed was Fuyuhiko, as he refused to look at anyone.

And then Hiyoko walked in, noticing the spot on the mechanic's neck and giggling evilly. "Wow, Kazuichi... I didn't know you had that in you!"

Then he noticed the same hickey on Fuyuhiko's neck, although he did his best to really hide it, while Kazuichi didn't even know he had one.

Then it hit him.

"Holy shit," he mumbled to himself, blushing deeply and resting his head in his hand, his eyes widened.

Fuyuhiko didn't dare look at anyone, even when Peko said something to him.

"Young Master... it is understandable to be embarrassed. I too... am ashamed of my actions."

"Yeah, yeah, you don't have to bring it up..." He ran his hands down his face, a groan escaping him. "I can't believe she put us all through that... fuck that bitch."

But his eyes couldn't stop staring at a head of pink hair—and he hated himself for it.

A/N: Thought I'd leave it up to the imagination of what happened. : )

~dxganronpa