ʜᴀʏʟᴏғᴛ ► Danganronpa

🥽 Miu Iruma x Reader ; Physically Closer 🥽

Requested by OmegaYizz !

WARNING!: Mature content—read at your own risk!

(Name) noticed Miu staring at him once again, chin rested on her palm. He turned around, giving her a slight wave with a small smile on his face.

He knew she wanted companionship. That's all she wanted, and it seemed like out of everyone here, he was the only one who could give it to her—he did, especially after the incident in her research lab.

But sometimes, he felt it could be more than that. They had kissed once in front of her room, when of course, she decided to initiate the risky move. But he went with it, as if he was being honest, he'd wanted it too.

And after that, they've gotten a little closer.

But he wanted to get even closer—physically closer.

So after he exited the dining hall, Miu followed behind him. Of course, not so sneakily as he knew it was her based on the clacking of her heels.

What he didn't expect, however, was a thud hitting the floor.

(Name) turned around, finding the inventor on her knees, something behind her. She groaned, trying to get to her feet slowly. "Fucking bitch."

He turned around, grabbing her hand with a small chuckle. "Are you alright?"

She allowed him to lift her up, to which she responded with, "Glad you helped me up... someone left their fucking bag on the floor!"

When he leaned his head a bit toward the left, he found a plastic bag. There seemed to be a piece of metal sticking out, which looked like a screwdriver.

Taking a wild guess, he asked, "Miu... is that your bag?"

He had no idea he'd be right, though. And he knew he was just by the embarrassed expression she now wore.

"Right..." he mumbled, shaking his head. "Anyway, looks like you bruised."

The inventor looked down at her left knee, which did indeed have a red mark. Based on how she cringed, she clearly didn't expect that to happen.

"Great... now this beauty queen is ruined with a stupid goddamn bruise!"

(Name) laughed a bit, motioning his head to the side. "I have a bit of ointment in my room, if you want some."

"Ooh, such a bold way to reel me in there!" Miu squealed, a wild smirk on her face.

It hadn't crossed his mind once while offering her help, but when she mentioned it, it did sound very convenient.

But noticing his hesitation, she laughed. "Just kidding! As if!"

She clearly wasn't kidding, he told himself.

But she followed him anyway, bag of tools that she tripped on in her hand. Once he opened the door, she stepped inside without a second thought.

While he went over to his cabinet to find the ointment, she sat on his bed, lightly dropping the tool bag on the floor. (Name) then turned around, opening the container.

The bruise had become a dark purple already, which once again made her cringe. She then sighed at the gentle touch of his fingers over her knee, rubbing the ointment on the small spot.

It was rather quick and so he wiped his two fingers on the inside of his shirt to clean them, closing the container.

When he laid his eyes on Miu once again, she was twirling a strand of her hair, biting her lower lip gently. Her legs were crossed, bruised knee over the other.