danganronpa one shots book!!

catching feelings - mondo oowada (NSFW!!)

*A/N*

I had to do one of my favourite boy. It's basically the law.
Ok anyway another none despair au LMAO
Uhhh this gets nsfw
ALSO!!! ive never written nsfw before in my life and i tried to make it for male and female readers which is why it sucks ass 😳😳
another long ass fic bc i have no self control <3

word count : 4623

Feelings. You hated them.

They just show up out of nowhere, uninvited, unwanted.

You hated them most when an abundance of them magically appeared one day. The worst part? They were targeted at the guy you were in a ... "friends with benefits" kind of situation with. No, actually, the worst part was that that's the exact opposite of what you can allow to happen when you have this type of relationship with someone.

Why they were for him you don't know. He was honestly kind of annoying. His stupid, over the top hair. Those pale lilac eyes that seemingly pierced your very soul whenever he threw you a glance, lingering on your lips for half a beat too long. The way his arms wrapped around you safely whenever you got up to your activities. Literally nothing likeable about him. At all.

It just happened like that one day. Out of nowhere.

You'd been sat in class, lazily writing an analysis for some stupid book, when you'd felt a balled- up piece of paper hit your head. You'd whipped your head around to see Taka smiling guiltily at you, jabbing his thumb towards Mondo and mouthing, "it's from him!" You'd honestly found it quite sweet that Taka was willing to break the rules regarding note passing for his friend; he was completely oblivious to your relationship but the gesture was kinda cute nonetheless.

You'd opened the crumpled paper to read, "meet behind the English block last period?" Turning your head to look at him, you were met with his violet eyes already burning into you, provoking a subtle blush to spread across your face, warming your cheeks softly. He'd pulled that stupid goofy grin of his after you nodded your head in acceptance of his invitation to skip your last lesson of the day.

It was that wide, dopey smile of his that had set off an unwelcome explosion of butterflies in your stomach as your head snapped forward, your eyes widening as your face flared up. "What the actual fuck?" you whispered under your breath as you flopped your head onto the desk.

When you met Mondo at the time he'd specified, he was as calm and collected as ever. Upon spotting you approaching, he burst into a toothy grin as he grabbed your hand, yanking you along as he strode with an alarming pace and an even more intriguing sense of purpose: you couldn't help but try and keep up with him, your mind brimming with questions and curiosity.

Sensing that the pair of you were close to your destination, he'd ordered you to cover your eyes, to which you complied. He steered you as you walked, his strong grip making you feel protected and causing another surge of butterflies to erupt in your stomach. "Ta- da!!" he'd yelled, "you can open your eyes now!" you obeyed, bringing your hands away from your face to be greeted with Mondo doing an exaggerated pose, flourishing ... his bike? "Is there something I'm missing here? Mondo, it's just your bike," you'd faltered, looking at him with uncertainty.

He didn't miss a beat. "I know how much you like our little rides together," he winked suggestively, throwing a helmet towards you, laughing boisterously and helping you when you struggled with the clasp, his body pressed flush against yours.

It was then that you realised you didn't want what you had now. A selfish part of you screamed, begging you to try and form a proper relationship with him.