danganronpa one shots book!!

good morning - korekiyo shinguji

Um ok honestly? I haven't watched or played drv3. 😳 I just really REALLY love Kiyo so much he's CRIMINALLY underrated and I hate when people boil him down to just his trauma 😐

Ok anyway this is honestly just some drabble because I love this man so much fr 😔😔 it's literally just some comfort writing that I rly enjoyed so!! Yeah!! I hope u enjoy it too hehe

Also lets just have a complete despair free au where Korekiyo hasn't killed like 90 girls LMAO 😳😳😳

This will most likely be OOC!! I just love my king so much I want him to be HAPPY 🥺

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6am.

Korekiyo groaned quietly as sunlight trickled in through a tiny gap in the curtains. He blinked a few times, trying to adjust his eyes to the early morning sunlight.

His eyes trailed down to your sleeping form, your breaths slow and even, a look of complete peace gracing your features. You looked almost tiny curled up in his arms, your small hands resting gently on his sides. He couldn't fight the small smile that tugged on the corner of his mouth as he studied you sleeping peacefully, your nose scrunching up in distaste or humour- he could never tell- at whatever you were dreaming about.

He couldn't stop his eyes from travelling farther down to your bare chest that was littered in love bites from last night's ... activities ... and his cheeks reddened slightly, your peaceful state completely contrasting your behaviour from the previous night.

Your hair stuck up wildly in some places and he couldn't refrain from running his hands through it; that was one of his favourite things to do: run his hands through your hair while you told him about your day, while you cooked, even while you read- he just loved how soft it was.

The sun pooling in from the curtains lightly illuminated your face and all he could do was admire the way it lit up your features, making your hair glow like a halo framing your face. His eyes slowly trailed up your body, starting at your sharply defined collarbones covered in hickeys and bites; they continued to travel upwards and he admired you in all your beauty, the soft curve of your neck, the angle of your jaw.

Soon enough, his eyes landed on your face and he took his time, his eyes lingering on each of your features individually. He loved the freckles that lightly dusted your cheeks and your cute little nose which he adored planting small kisses on. A selfish part of him longed for you to open your eyes so he could admire the kindness and love that was held within them, saved for him and him exclusively.

Before long, his gaze landed on your lips, and despite how many times he tried to appreciate different aspects of you, his eyes kept trailing back to those soft lips he loved kissing so much. He remembered your first kiss and how nervous you'd been, your eyes squeezed shut and your face bright red as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, an explosion of nerves unexpectedly erupting in his own stomach. He remembered how he pulled away for air but you yanked him back in again by his collar, your lips melding perfectly against his own.

His soft smile grew.

Korekiyo thought back to when he first began developing feelings for you- how he'd insisted to himself that he'd never fully fall for you, how he'd just play along for your own sake. "That backfired ..." he whispered, chuckling to himself quietly in fear of waking you up.

Korekiyo gingerly took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as he brought your hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it softly, his eyes continuing to drift across your peaceful expression. Sometimes, he couldn't help but feel undeserving of your companionship. You were selflessly kind to whoever you came into contact with no matter how awfully they treated you and he admired your strength and resilience wholeheartedly. When reflecting on his own personality and actions, however, he felt like he didn't really live up to you.