Welp Welcome Back I'll Guess

Welp welcome back I'll guess

["to jealousy, to being yours"]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: five (5) times you thought nobara liked maki, and the one (1) time she proved you wrong.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 5k (5,010)

ೃ⁀➷: reference/inspiration: pov: you're falling in love with someone you cant have

[author's note:] hii so um HAPPY (VERY BELATED) BIRTHDAY BESTIE<33 @wenmiyun lots of hugs and kisses mwah mwah /p PLSS I'M SO SORRY I HAVE TO GIFT YOU MY SHITTY WRITING AND ESPECIALLY THIS LATE, here's my attempt of writing for nobara, i never written for jjk before so spare me the harsh criticism on their personalities </3

[warnings:] lowercase, occ nobara + other jjk characs, angst, fluff, jealousy behavior (from reader), reader really is jealous of maki, cringe humour, reader writes in (not) a diary, cursing, kiss scene, nobara is taller than reader, they/them pronouns, reader wants to be beaten up by nobara (once).

[If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me.]

[GN reader]

ⅰ. (when she found maki pretty).

["dear diary, how does one cope with the intense feeling of knowing your feelings aren't reciprocated and you want to crawl in a hole and die? because I really want to crawl in a hole and die?"]

["dear diary, I don't even have a diary; I'm just writing on a piece of paper and calling it a diary to look like I actually write stuff down when really I don't."]

["dear diary, I'm feeling like a piece of shit and really overthinking this, but i think i'm 100% going to get rejected and I'm 100% going to look like an absolute fool in front of her, and I'm going to ruin our friendship in the process while I watch her get together with maki :')"]

["dear diary, imagine not being able to afford a therapist and having to resort to taking to some—"]

the sound of pencil lead being snapped, it falls to the wooden floor and magically disappears within the color of the floor. "…fucck.." you whisper curses, knowing you have to go find a sharpener, sharpen your pencil, and go back to writing in your diary (a piece of paper). what's even better is that you don't even know where the hell you're going to find a sharpener anywhere in these grounds, plus the fact that it literally took you almost 30 minutes just to find a goddamn pencil to write with—sometimes you just really question your luck in life.

you lean back on the chair, putting down the pencil on the desk beside the piece of paper. the silence in the classroom wasn't helping the debate happening inside your head—whether it was worth it to try and find a sharpener or suffer by yourself by letting this extreme surge of sadness from inside of you till you cry to the point of exhaustion. you decided you weren't going to deal with another emotional toll today.

after 15 minutes of attempting to find a sharpener, you gave up, opting to just walk around outside to hopefully soothe your troubled mind. while walking, you happened to see yuji and nobara talking to each other. walking up to them, you were to say hello to them (especially to see her) before stopping your footsteps from going forward.

"do you find maki-san pretty?" head tilted, a child-like confusion is shown on yuji's face, facing towards the person in question, nobara.

intuitively, you hid behind a pillar to not be spotted by them. your ears are now caught in interest; you wanted—no, needed—to know her answer. your heart rate is picking up its pace, beating, and pounding so loudly in your chest that it almost feels like you're about to jump and escape into her arms. your smile couldn't be contained as it slowly grew and grew until it reached your ears, making you look like a fool in love (you very much are).

"hah? where did that question come from?" crossing her arms at her chest, taking a defensive stance to the question being thrown at her, she raises a brow at yuji's question. "just curious; you kind of look at maki differently, i guess?" with a convincingly straight face, yuji remains unbothered by the defensive stance nobara takes in response to his question, "so do you find-"

"of course I'd find maki-san pretty," she answered, very quick and brief, cutting yuji off before he could even finish his attempt at repeating the question, almost like she's certain—confident even in her answer, which she just told to yuji.

that answer alone was enough to make your wide smile turn into a frown in a matter of seconds. you felt like crying; you could feel your eyes tearing up. staying here and watching the two of them talk was only going to worsen your mood, so you walked away on slightly shaking legs. wiping the tears that have now appeared, you've lost the determination to find that goddamn sharpener.

"but what abou-"

"but.." nobara cuts off yuji again, though he doesn't seem to be bothered by it, sending blank stares as he waits for her to continue on. nobara finishes, in a hushed and quiet tone, "(name) is definitely the prettiest."

ⅱ. (when she had fighting sessions with maki)

you were on edge, high on anticipation, feeling the sweat in your palms build up as you sit at the end of your seat, watching from the sidelines as nobara and maki practice fighting each other to pass the time. you silently cheered on for nobara with absolute bias; despite the winner of this fighting match being as clear as day (it's maki), you still cheered on for nobara, for her.

the way she moved and dodged every attack maki made towards her, the way she gripped very tightly onto her weapon in hand, every swift and duck she did, every twist and turn her body did—she somehow made all of them so goddamn alluring. your eyes were stuck to her like glue, watching her every move just like maki except not out of caution and with the intent to defeat her but because of how breathless you were from watching from afar. her scrunched-up face when she struggles, those displays of frustration and smug grins when she's trying to disguise her pain—all these things about her are what made you drawn to her. even when everything else around you is hectic and chaotic, your eyes will search and search till they land on her. somehow, in some way, your eyes always manage to find her.

maki-san was lucky, you thought as your eyes continued to be stuck on nobara, slowly blurring out the rest of the fight scene and just focusing on her and her alone. she gets a front-row view of nobara, gets to hang out with her, and has the honor of being someone she admires and someone she respects. maki-san doesn't know how lucky she is, you thought again, this time feeling more envy—perhaps even showing it on your face with how much it boils inside of you. controlling your facial expressions when you finally snapped out of that jealousy haze you were momentarily in, remembering how you got caught making a face around maki as she got you to snap out by asking you directly if there was something on her face. you didn't want to be caught again by her suspicious gaze. who knows what she'll do when she gets so pissed that she starts beating you up?

if you were being honest, you'd much rather prefer nobara beating you up; if the roles of the fight were reversed and you were in the fight instead of maki-san, you would be in paradise. multiple times already have you been utterly bested in a fight against nobara and every single time she would have that victory smirk plastered on her face, it never failed to set you in a frenzy state.

"haah, i wasn't even close," nobara said in defeat as she sat on the grass, exhausted. taking heavy and deep breaths, the rise and fall of her chest prove the amount of air the fight took out of her.

"heh, you did better than last time; i'll say that," maki says as she extends her hand towards the tired nobara, offering to help her get back on her feet.

taking the help, she reached for maki's hand, and upon contact, maki pulled her back up. when the two locked eyes, there's a new-found twinkle in nobara's eyes, seeing as maki just complimented her. "wah!? really, maki-san!?"

perhaps you were in a daze for far too long, for the fighting match had already ended with maki-san being the victor, of course. you stared at them from a distance as they continued to converse with one another. you could feel your face contort into an expression—you're not sure what kind of expression you were making exactly. though you couldn't hear their conversation, you could see their expressions and faces change as the talk between them went on. they looked like they're having a lot of fun, you thought, especially her; the thought persists to drill into your brain. feeling sick in your stomach, you stood up from your seat and walked off, not wanting to look at the scene of them happily talking any longer. maybe writing in that diary (piece of paper) will cheer you up.

"did you do better because they were watching?" maki raised an eyebrow at nobara, smirking slightly as she watched the ginger-haired girl get flustered by her question.

"h-how did you-"

"it's not rocket science; it's more clear than the curses i see without my glasses," maki commented bluntly while also cutting nobara mid-sentence. although what she said was true, it was a blow to nobara's pride as she was doing everything she didn't want to do: being obvious about how she feels towards you.

ⅲ. (when she smiled at maki and maki smiled at her back)

gojo satoru, your sensei, had a plan for all the first years and second years to go to the beach this sunday, saying how it's a good time to take a break and relax from our student responsibilities and enjoy our youth, or something along those lines and while most of them were reluctant to go (because it was gojo sensei's idea, you could never trust what he's planning about, plus he is a moron) somehow—and miraculously so, managed to convince everyone, including you, to join in on the trip.

contrary to your initial expectations about the trip, it's pretty fun (good job sensei!), for the first time in quite a while, you felt relaxed. something you haven't felt in what, weeks? months? in you convince yourself enough you might even believe it has been years since you've felt the tension leave your body. not only was the view of the beautiful sunset amazing but everything else around you too. the cool wind kissing your face as your hair flows in the air, the splashing of waves against the shore, the distant noise of birds chirping as they fly above you, the loud laughter of your upperclassmen and friends as they have fun chasing each other in the sand. this was pure bliss.

getting bored of the sunset view you turned your head to face your upperclassmen and friends doing their usual antics onto each other, gaining a small smile and a short-lived laugh out of you. as your eyes start to drift away from the sight of your friends, it naturally searches for nobara, for her. once it does finds her, there's a split second of your eyes widening in joy before returning back to your neutral face as you notice who she's with, maki, again. you turn your head away to try and be subtle but still keep an eye on them, from your peripheral vision you could see nobara sending maki a smile and maki sends her a small smile in return, they look happy together, you thought— sometimes you wish that was you instead, standing by her side, smiling and happily by her side. deep down you know that will never happen.

while you weren't looking, nobara took (not so) tiny and small glances at your direction, the view she had of your side profile was perfect, the effect of the sunset on you made a smile on her face, realizing how beautiful you were and all the little facial features you had she hasn't noticed yet. she would stare at you for hours and hours on end, for seeing your face was already a miracle for her.

ⅳ. (when she looks for matching bracelets with maki)

the bustling city outside the borders of tokyo jujutsu high wasn't the kind of environment you would choose to spend your free time in; you'd much prefer staying inside your dorm and sleeping or playing games on your phone, but you were invited by nobara herself (and being the desperate fool you are, you would take any chances and opportunities to spend some quality time with her). you're currently waiting in front of some cafe, sitting on one of their outside tables and chairs, for nobara and maki to arrive.

sure, you weren't too happy that maki would be accompanying you two (you deeply and desperately wished it was just you two hours prior; does the world really hate you that much?) but you weren't going to let that fact bother you. no, you weren't. maki-san is a great person, a great friend of nobara, and someone she admires. you just want to control your jealousy around her. mentally prepare talking to yourself as you await their arrival. you pray that you don't appear weird or crazy with how sometimes you accidentally slip out curses out of your mouth. you don't need to make a fool of yourself this early in the day.

minutes have passed, and you could see two familiar silhouettes appearing in your line of sight, walking towards the cafe you're waiting at. you start waving at them to show you were already here, and they wave back as their figures slowly get clearer and bigger in your line of sight. "wow.. you look great, (name)!" your eyes widen at nobara's positive comment on your outfit; it wasn't anything special, just the clothes you usually wear when you go out, except with a little more style. there's no way you're going to underdress when she's going to show up. "heh.. thanks! you look great too! and- maki-san as well!" you can feel your hands sweat a little, giving out a nervous smile. you compliment her back (you wanted to say more) while also not forgetting to mention maki as well. just so you don't seem rude and impolite.

maki hummed in acknowledgement of your comment. "you're not bad yourself, (name)," she says. you know maki isn't one to sugarcoat, so it was good to be affirmed that you didn't look bad.

"now, which store should we check out first?"

hours have passed, and the three of you have gone into at least three stores, which felt like a blast to you. never has walking around big malls and looking through hundreds of different kinds and sets of clothing been this fun and exciting. bags, and bags have filled the majority of your hands. you three walked together, chatting along while trying to look for more stores to shop at. finally settling on a small shop down the street that sells handmade bracelets.

"this one suits you, maki-san!" nobara exclaimed, giving the bracelet to maki for her to try on, and when maki put the bracelet on, her eyes beamed as she said something about finding more bracelets to buy for the three of you guys.

as you watched them pick out bracelets from the ones displayed, you stared at them from a distance. watching them closely, not even caring to be subtle about your staring as you feel a certain familiar feeling start boiling up inside you. even then, you continued to watch them, your hands no longer picking up bracelets to try on as they remained still by your side. they look so nice together. though, as you know, that was intended to be sarcasm, the enviousness' grew and grew by milliseconds, not just towards maki but to everything. why was it always maki-san with her? why is it that she gets to be with her the most? why couldn't maki-san be replaced by you? why couldn't that be you?

"how about you, (name)? did you find one you like?" nobara's voice pulls you out of your daze. she was now staring straight at you, causing you to crumble inside within seconds. the jealousy and envy feeling inside faded as she had you now in a more giddy state. you swallowed a lump down your throat to hopefully increase your chances of not sounding like a nervous wreck.

"uh- sorry, haven't found one yet.. plus i need to go.." you try to politely leave, seeing as you might just ruin the whole hangout if your jealousy gets in the way. better to just leave then to cause trouble for everyone else. "you're leaving already?" nobara raised an eyebrow at your mention of departure. not that she was surprised, as she knew your energy levels were different compared to hers; it was just that this was way too early for you to leave, usually whenever you guys hang out.

"yeah.. bye!"

"..see ya (name)!"

rushing to leave your footsteps fasten as you basically speed walk away from them, without saying a word, you left. not even looking back once.

"you think (name) will like this bracelet?" holding up a purple color scheme bead bracelet between her fingers, she inspects it—almost like she's imagining how it would look on your wrist. "or would they like this one better?" she said, holding up another bead bracelet in her other hand between her fingers; this time it was a blue color scheme. giving the bracelet the same look she gave it with the other one.

"i think they would like anything you give to them," maki replied, rather sure of her words. while she doesn't know the nature of how deep your relationship is with nobara, she can tell it was a close bond. "..you think so?" whispering, her orange gaze softens as she eyes the bracelets in two of her hands. maki observes the girl; the aura around her feels tender, like she got dragged into feeling such a sentimental scene. "you know, if you can't decide, you can just buy both." just then, a light bulb lit up inside nobara's head.

she did, in fact, buy both bracelets; of course, both bracelets had a pair.

ⅴ. (when she said she loved maki)

"i love you."

that was the last nail hammered on the coffin, and god, does it fucking hurt so much? it felt like your whole heart just died, got shot where it hurt the most, and bled and bled till nothing was left behind. your heart bled for nothing; it loved for nothing; you hoped and prayed for nothing. this was the upcoming downfall you warned yourself about over and over again, yet you still fell for it. you still fell for the false hopes you deluded yourself into having, making yourself think you had any slim chance of getting your feelings reciprocated. how stupid—how stupid of you to believe in anything.

the world around you blurs out: the sounds of people talking and chatting, the walking and running footsteps of hundreds and thousands of strangers, the chirping of birds, the engines of vehicles, and such driving on the road—it is all just one blurry background to you. one that your brain cannot process, one that your brain doesn't want to process, because every fiber and tissue in your being is wishing right now to be swallowed whole by a curse and crushed into countless pieces to the point of no recognition. you wish to be erased, removed, eradicated, disintegrated—anything that could make you disappear from this world—from her. just by hearing her name in your head makes you want to go fucking insane.

perhaps it was your fault for being so nosy and wanting to take a peek at the note that has been placed on nobara's desk. if only you weren't so desperate for any confirmation of her feelings, if only you stayed content with how things are with her, you wouldn't have to get hurt this badly. the letter that was on her desk was a love letter, and you could still remember how your heart picked up pace, giving you an anxious feeling in your gut after such a discovery. slowly and nervously opening up the folded letter, you instantly knew whose handwriting it was—it was nobara's. you read and read, then you put down the letter and walked away, trying to hold back your tears from falling out. you weren't even able to read the whole thing because you knew who it was for. it was for maki.

you hated how she talked about how pretty maki was—the prettiest even—how she loved those fighting sessions she had with her, how beautiful she looked as she watched the sunset go down, and how she bought matching bracelets thinking of her. every word written in the letter screamed maki, maki, maki, maki.. not you.

you locked yourself in your room, crashing forcefully onto the bed. you lay there motionless, almost like you're dead. well, perhaps you are dead; a part of you is gone, erased, eradicated. there's a certain numbness in your tongue yet an overwhelming sense of sadness in your head that you just can't get rid of.

["dear diary, I feel like shit; i look like shit; what's even the point? clearly, she doesn't like me; why am I still pursuing?"]

["dear diary, i'm so mad at myself; i want to scream so badly, but it's like there's this rock somewhere in my mouth stopping me from letting it all out—shit, shit, i'm cryin' now."]

suddenly, a knock on your door reaches your ears, pulling you out of your head. the energy to walk up and open the door is non-existent, as you just want to lay down and not get up. you only do so when you hear a familiar voice outside of your room.

"(name)? can we talk?" her voice is a bit muffled due to being on the other side of the door, but you could still hear her as clearly as day. she sounded concerned, which in turn made you concerned too. what did she want to talk about? did you do something wrong? did you accidentally make her mad? panic settles in, and questions start flooding in your mind. you got up from your bed and walked towards the door, opening just slightly to take a peek outside, and there she was, standing outside your room.

"hey.." you tried putting effort into your greeting, but it just came out very tired. making it up for the tired greeting, you gave a small smile. you could see from the small opening of the door that she gave a small smile back to you. you opened the door wide for her, letting her into your room so that the conversation between you two would remain private.

"you saw the letter...?" she looked in disbelief as she said that, the kind of look you would give to someone who you didn't want to see what they just saw. was the love letter for maki supposed to be a secret? "..you mean the letter for maki-san? yeah, but i didn't take a peek," you lied, somehow saying that lie was much easier to breathe at the moment. god, just mentioning her name in your mouth was enough to have you breakdown, but you needed to be strong; you needed to put up a front long enough for you to be alone and die from heartbreak.

"for maki-san? the letter is not for maki-san.." confusion was evident on her face; seeing her reaction made you confused as well. was the letter really not for maki-san? you thought. were you wrong about the letter being for maki-san? you thought again.

"..the letter was for you, (name)!"

"..what? wait! you like me!?"

"yes!"

you two stared at each other in shock as confusion faded away while the confession settled slowly in your mind. she likes you, not maki-san; she likes you and not maki-san; surely this might be a dream—no way she actually likes you back. there's just no way it's possible.

"i like you (name)," sounding more sure of herself, the slight furrowed of her eyebrows, her lips being in a straight line, her eyes showing fear, nervousness, and anticipation all in one, the trembling of her hands—you could see her waiting patiently for your answer. this was enough to tell you that this was real; her confession was real and sincere.

"..i like you too."

ⅰ. (when her lips touched yours, in uttermost passion)

she was so pretty up close—way too pretty, in fact—that she left you stunned—so stunned that you don't even realize really just how close she actually was. you can feel her breath on your lips and your cheeks heating up. enchanted by her and her beauty, you can no longer restrain yourself anymore. slowly sneaking your arms around her neck, resting them on her shoulders, you gently push her closer to you, all the while trying to hide your eagerness. noticing your behavior changed, she grins—grabbing your waist in her hands to keep you from potentially moving away from her; she doesn't want to let you go (not that you would do such a thing; clearly from your actions, you don't want to let her go either). inch by inch, little by little, the space between you two disappears as seconds pass by. just as you're about to get the luxury of kissing her, she diverts her head to the side of your head; instead of kissing your lips, she kisses underneath your ear instead.

surprised by her bold action, you let out a squeak, that scarlet color of red spreading through your cheeks and ears, shutting your eyes due to the embarrassment you feel—you can feel the soft touch her kisses emit on your skin. tingling every nerve in your nervous system, causing your whole body to tremble tremendously, and not being able to do anything but let her continue pressing gentle kisses underneath your ear is a blissful moment for you, one you don't want to end.

alas, you felt the loss of her lips on your skin, the creeping feeling of disappointment shown on your facials when you frowned when she pulled away. she notices the change in your mood and is flashing a smug expression back at your frown. "aww... what's wrong? you have quite the long face.." she teased, letting out a little laugh as she spoke. moving one of her hands from your waist to your cheek, she gently caressed it with her thumb, moving it slowly in different patterns and shapes. even as she teases you, that glint of tenderness in her eyes gives your heart a fast-pumping rhythm, just like the many times before she's made your heartbeat hasten.

"..i want to kiss you!" you quietly yet boldly declare right to her face, eyebrows furrowed and eyes slightly squinted to show how much you want—no, you need for her lips to be on yours. after so much restraint and yearning, you deserve at least this much. plus, with how close her lips are to you, how could you not want to kiss her?

you could see her eyes slightly widen at your demand, surprised by your unexpected newfound confidence and boldness, cheeks go slightly red after really processing what you've just said, and she can feel the breath in her throat go away as soon as she tries to speak. "l-like, right now!?" hating the way she stutters, especially in front of someone as pretty as you, the tremble of her lips tells you enough of what she's really feeling right now. "yes, if that's okay with you," you reply, not wanting to force her into something she didn't want to do.

"no! it's..it's okay."

"are you sure?"

"yes, i'm sure (name).."

"are you really sure..?"

"yes, i'm totally sure."

"...okay" you say, not necessarily believing her but still taking her word for it. unwrapping your arms around her neck, you put your grip on her uniform, pulling her even closer to you than before, making her feel your nervous breath on her lips and hers on yours. "..are you ready?" showing your uncertainty in her consent to let you kiss her. you wanted to be ultimately sure that she wanted this too and that this wasn't one-sided by any means possible. "always" she smiled, rather softly and not the smug kind you were expecting. she always had such a dominating aura in your eyes; the way she presented herself wherever she was and the confidence she carries always made your legs buckle and your heart throb.

you went on your tippy toes, making yourself slightly taller than your original height to help you close the gap between your lips better. in your opinion, the lack of space between you two would have made you shiver in distress had it been anyone else that was in her position; she was not anyone else; no, she was the exception. the only way you would let this close to you personally (and literally), she was very, very special indeed.

she must have grown impatient because, as soon as you moved just an inch towards her face, she moved her lips onto yours. her eyes were closed when she went in for the kiss; you, however, were in a state of shock, like time had frozen still, leaving you somewhat paralyzed in the palms of her hands, temporarily helpless as you finally reap what you've sowed for such a very long time. the kiss was nothing grand; the best way you could describe the kiss shared between you two was a peck on the lips. it was very clear that neither of you two had any sort of experience with romance, let alone intimacy. this was probably the first kiss you two were going to have, and god, it felt really good.

"............"

"...wow, that was so hot."

"yeah? really?"

"yeah, really hot, like really, really hot."

"..do you want another one?"

"..hell yeah"

you kissed her one last time, just to make sure none of this wasn't a dream—it wasn't; not one bit was a dream. her lips are reality, her hands touching your cheeks are reality, her being yours is reality, and you being hers is reality. all of this is reality, and goddamn, it feels so fucking good.

["dear diary, FUCK YOU, I HAVE A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND NOW!!"]

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My Beloved - Tsumioda Oneshot (Mikan x Ibuki)

Description: Mikan catches the Despair Disease while taking care of her friend and crush, Ibuki. Then she realizes that the musician really was her true love.

Warning: This is INCREDIBLY long. Feel free to keep going if you're prepared lmao

It was supposed to be a normal day.

Just a normal day in the life of a killing game participant.

It was supposed to be the same as always; meet up at the restaurant, eat some food, try to drown out a certain banana-haired child's bullying, listen intently to a certain musician's nonsensical, yet adorable ramblings, and then leave and go about your day until Monokuma starts something.

Instead, Mikan walked in to find Nagito spouting nonsense, Akane bawling her eyes out, and Ibuki being unusually gullible and void of energy.

Wait, Ibuki too?!

Mikan immediately rushed to the musician's side.

"Ibuki! Wh-What happened to you?!"

"Not sure what you mean, Mikan! I'm feeling great!"

She wasn't even talking in the third person anymore. And her voice was completely monotone, and lacked her usual energy.

Mikan brought her hand to Ibuki's forehead and moved her bangs to touch the skin. The second she did, she immediately drew her hand away.

"Ah!"

Ibuki's temperature was higher than any temperature she had ever seen. It was beyond any normal fever.

"What's wrong?!" Hajime asked.

"I-buki's temperature... It's so much higher than any normal fever!"

Hajime approached Ibuki and moved to touch her forehead.

"Ibuki, watch out! Hajime's planning to kill you and eat you!"

"Oh, so I do have to beg for my life after all!"

"Nagito, shut up!" Hajime demanded angrily.

"Nagito, please s-stop spreading these lies!" Mikan pleaded, covering Ibuki's ears with her hands.

Hajime finally felt Ibuki's forehead, and just as Mikan said, it was incredibly hot. He did the same with Nagito and Akane, and surely enough, they were the same.

"Looks like Nagito and Akane are the same way. What is going on here?"

And just as he said that, Monokuma appeared. After a little tussle with Monomi, he explained that the three of them were infected with the Despair Disease, which was his next motive.

Mikan immediately began stressing out.

Not only were three of her classmates infected, but her crush as well. She knew that she would be tasked with caring for the three of them, and she was horrified.

Would she do a good enough job?

She shook her head to clear the thoughts. All she could do was her best. She wasn't the Ultimate Nurse for nothing, after all.

She jumped when she heard Nagito's body hit the ground.

Time to act now.

After heading to the hospital, Mikan gently placed Nagito, Ibuki and Akane on the chairs in the waiting room. The latter two had grown exhausted from walking and were close to passing out.

She carefully supported Nagito and Akane with her shoulders while Ibuki waited in the lobby. Then she returned a moment later, and hesitated when she reached Ibuki. With a blush on her face, she picked her up bridal style and brought her to a room.

"Hm, Mikan is being much more gentle with Ibuki," Sonia commented.

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Kazuichi wondered.

"Isn't it obvious?! Pig barf is clearly crushing on Ibuki!" Hiyoko shouted.

Then, Mikan returned to the waiting room, where Hajime and Fuyuhiko were talking. Hajime explained that everyone would be splitting into two groups, and that they would stay at the hospital.

They decided not to ask about Hiyoko's statement from earlier.

Hajime decided to rest in the on-call room, while Mikan went to check on the patients.

Mikan opened the door to Ibuki's room, where she was sitting in the bed in her hospital robe. Mikan entered and closed the door.

"H-Hi, Ibuki. It must feel great to lay down. Are you comfortable?"

The musician nodded her head with a smile.

"Yep, I'm all good!"

Mikan nodded with a small smile, though on the inside, she was feeling distraught. She missed hearing the normally energetic musician talk in the third person. She missed seeing her roam around the island with the energy of a young child. She missed hearing Ibuki greet her in the morning, with the same energetic tone she always had. Ibuki's hyperactivity may have been hard to keep up with, but it made her her. And Mikan missed it more than anything.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Mikan jumped, quickly snapping out of her thoughts at the sound of Ibuki's voice. She turned to the hospital bed to see Ibuki looking at her with a small, concerned frown.

Mikan nodded with a smile. "Don't worry, I-I'm completely fine!"

Ibuki nodded with a smile of her own. "Okay, that's good!"

Mikan let out a small giggle before walking over to a nearby shelf. "Try to relax while I g-get some m-medicine, okay?"

"Okie dokie!" Ibuki replied.

Mikan rummaged around, trying to find something to help with her fever. After a couple of seconds, she found what she was looking for and poured a glass of water before walking to Ibuki's bed and sitting on the end.

She set the glass down on the nightstand and held out the pills to Ibuki.

"Here, take these. They'll h-help with the fever."

"Okay!" Ibuki took the medicine without another word.

Mikan smiled. At least she would be easy to take care of.

After chugging down the water, Ibuki let out a huge yawn. "I'm... Starting to feel kinda sleepy."

Mikan hummed. "I would imagine. You should probably g-get some rest."

Ibuki nodded. "Okay! I will lie down and rest, as per the nurse's instructions!"

Ibuki fell backwards onto the pillows. Mikan giggled and placed her glass on the nightstand. When she looked back, Ibuki was sleeping soundly.

Mikan smiled at her before leaving the room.

Mikan jumped awake when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Hajime standing in front of her. She had fallen asleep in the lobby after checking on the patients. After rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looked out the window and saw that the sky was dark. She jumped up with a startled yelp. She didn't expect it to be so late.

"Hey, are you alright?" Hajime asked.

"Y-Yes, I'm fine. Just a little tired, I g-guess."

Hajime nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, I can see why. But the reason I woke you up is Nagito. Fuyuhiko told me that he wasn't breathing."

"Huh?! Okay, I'll b-be right there!"

Mikan jumped up from the chair, and followed Hajime to Nagito's room.

After checking on Nagito, and then Akane, Mikan opened Ibuki's door and poked her head in.

The musician was fast asleep.

Mikan blushed and smiled at her before finding another hospital room to rest in for the night.

She lay awake for several hours, stressed and scared. She was worried about her classmates. Worried about her patients.

Worried about Ibuki.

She fell asleep late, worried about the future.

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Mikan woke up incredibly tired.

She had spent most of the night stressing about the situation, wondering if everything and everyone would be alright.

Of course, a doctor (or nurse's) work is never done, no matter how tired you are.

So Mikan dragged herself out of bed and left to go do her job.

After checking on the patients, Mikan went to the lobby to talk to Hajime and Fuyuhiko.

Kazuichi had created a device to communicate with everyone, which made things much easier.

Mikan reported Nagito's condition, and how the other patients were doing.

After that, Mikan left and continued to look after the patients.

After leaving the patients to let them rest, Mikan went to the on-call room to take a rest herself.

Mikan woke up again at dusk, ten minutes before the nighttime announcement would air.

After checking on Nagito and Akane, then checking in with the others, Mikan returned to Ibuki's room.

The musician was sitting up in her bed, and looked at Mikan with a smile.

"O-Oh! Looks like you're awake. H-How are you feeling?"

Ibuki shrugged. "About the same as yesterday."

Mikan nodded. "I-I see. I'm sorry you're not feeling well. But if you g-get some rest, you might feel better in the morning!"

"Okay! So I just have to go back to sleep and I'll feel better!"

"Y-Yes, hopefully..."

Mikan turned off the light and walked to the door. Before she opened the door to leave, she turned to face Ibuki with a worried look.

"Will you be o-okay?"

Ibuki nodded with a smile. "Don't worry! I'll be a-okay!"

Mikan smiled at her, and nodded. "Okay. B-Be sure to get lots of rest, okay?"

"Okie dokie! Good night!" Ibuki said before getting comfortable in her bed. "Good night..." Mikan glanced at her one final time before opening the door and leaving.

Mikan entered the hallway and closed the door, and stood there outside the room for a moment.

She felt as if she were frozen there, like she didn't want to leave Ibuki alone. As the Ultimate Nurse, she should have been equally worried about Nagito and Akane as well as Ibuki. But the situation had her absolutely horrified. Ibuki, her friend, her crush, was infected with Monokuma's horrible disease, and Mikan had no idea where things would go from there.

What if Ibuki got worse? What if Mikan couldn't treat this disease?

What if... Ibuki didn't make it?

The thought alone made her eyes fill up with tears. But she quickly blinked them away. There was no way she would let that happen. She would do whatever it took to make sure Ibuki would be alright.

She swore it.

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Mikan woke up the next day feeling strange.

Her body felt unusually hot, and her head was pounding.

She sat up in a bed in the on-call room, rubbing her temples in an effort to calm the headache. Then she remembered what she was supposed to do.

Ibuki.

She needed to check on Ibuki.

The others could come later. First, she needed to check on her.

She quickly headed down the stairs and opened the door to Ibuki's room as silently as possible.

There she was, sleeping soundly.

Mikan smiled. She looked so peaceful, so adorable. Mikan couldn't help but stare for a moment.

Reluctantly, she turned away. She had other patients to care for, after all.

But she would be back soon.

After checking on Nagito and Akane, Mikan went right back to Ibuki. She wasn't sure what it was, but she wanted to be with Ibuki more than ever. Nagito's condition was much worse than hers, but she didn't care.

When she entered her room, Ibuki was awake, sitting up in her bed, staring out the window with a vacant expression. Mikan lightly knocked on the door to make her presence known.

Ibuki snapped her head to the door, and saw Mikan looking at her with a shy smile. Ibuki smiled back at her, though it wasn't the same as Mikan was used to.

"H-How are you feeling, Ibuki?" Mikan asked.

"I'm a-okay, Mikan!" Ibuki answered.

Mikan giggled. "That's good. H-Here, let me take your temperature real quick."

Mikan grabbed a thermometer off a nearby shelf, and brought it to Ibuki's mouth. Not needing to be told, she opened her mouth and let Mikan slip it under her tongue. They waited in awkward silence for a moment, until Ibuki started playing with her fingers while humming a tune.

Mikan smiled. It looked like a little bit of Ibuki's old self was starting to sneak back in. It was a major relief.

A few seconds later, the thermometer beeped and Mikan took the thermometer out. Ibuki's temperature decreased since the previous day, but it was still high.

"Well, good news! Your f-fever has gone down quite a bit since yesterday. B-But you still have to stay in bed for at least one more day..."

Ibuki nodded, though her expression drew sullen. "Well, if the nurse says so, I guess I gotta. But it's just so boring."

Mikan gave her a sympathetic look. Of course someone as energetic as Ibuki would get restless, even while under the Despair Disease. Without thinking, she reached forward and held the musician's hands in hers.

"I know you're t-tired of sitting still, Ibuki. It's probably not very f-fun at all. But in o-order to heal, you need to rest. But if it helps, I'll be right here by your s-side, and you'll get better in no time!"

Mikan assured her with a smile. Ibuki's eyes widened in shock, and her bright pink eyes stared into Mikan's gentle gray ones. But after a short moment, Ibuki blinked a couple times, and nodded with a smile.

"Okie dokie! I'll sit here and rest for as long as you need me to! Plus, it'd be much easier if I had a cute nurse by my side!"

Mikan swore she completely malfunctioned after hearing that.

After hearing that from Ibuki, she suddenly found herself a blushing, stuttering mess. More so than usual.

On one hand, she had never expected to hear something like that from her crush. How could someone as wonderful as Ibuki even enjoy being around her?

But then, in that moment, it sounded like a very "Ibuki" thing to say, even though she was infected with such a serious disease.

Maybe she was trying to express how she truly felt, even though it was difficult given her condition?

As much as it felt selfish of Mikan to think that was true, she still wanted to believe it anyway.

After recovering, Mikan giggled awkwardly before playing with a strand of her hair, still blushing madly.

"Heh... Th-Thank you..."

That was all Mikan could say. And for the rest of the day, until nighttime, she stayed at the hospital, checking on Nagito and Akane, giving them any necessary medicine, and leaving to check on Ibuki.

Hajime came by to bring her food a couple of times, and he expressed concern over how much Mikan seemed to prioritize Ibuki over the others. Mikan simply brushed him off and said that she had everything under control, with no further explanation. Hajime didn't seem convinced, but Mikan's the Ultimate Nurse, she knew what she was doing.

Mikan went to sleep that night thinking of Ibuki. And throughout the night, she would smile and blush.

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It was the fourth day at the hospital, and Mikan woke up feeling worse.

Her fever was intensely high, and her headache had evolved into a migraine.

At that point, Mikan was positive that she had caught the Despair Disease from one of the patients.

She almost didn't want to get up that morning. She almost wanted someone else to take over caring for the patients.

But then she remembered something. Something that completely dissolved those thoughts.

Ibuki.

Just thinking of the musician made her blush and smile. Her simple crush on her suddenly evolved into immense love in just three days.

And that's because, during the night, she had a realization.

Her feelings for the musician were more than just a simple crush.

They were feelings of warmth, of admiration, of love.

True, pure love.

She had been in love with Ibuki all along, and she didn't realize it.

And more than that...

Ibuki was her beloved.

Her one true love.

Someone Mikan would go to hell and back for.

Someone she would sacrifice anything for.

Someone she would die for.

Ibuki had been her beloved since Hope's Peak.

Mikan felt stupid for not realizing it sooner. She hated herself for forgetting about her beloved like that.

But she would make up for it soon enough.

Seeing as she had spent the most time taking care of Ibuki, she must've been the one she got the Despair Disease from. It must have been a sign that they were meant to be together.

And she refused to waste her time any longer.

The morning announcement hadn't even aired yet, but she was wide awake anyway.

With that thought in mind, Mikan threw the sheets off of her, and rushed out the door and down the stairs.

She quietly opened the door to Ibuki's room. There she was, fast asleep.

Mikan's mouth formed a grin upon seeing her beloved there.

She slowly approached the bed and pulled up a chair. After sitting down, she brought her hand to Ibuki's head and began to stroke her hair.

Mikan's eyes were fixed on Ibuki's sleeping face, and she didn't dare look away. It was the most peaceful thing she ever got to see. Seeing the normally energetic, happy-go-lucky musician quiet and relaxed felt so... serene.

Just looking at her made Mikan feel at ease.

Suddenly, she heard the hospital doors open, causing her to jump. It must have been Hajime coming to check on everything.

"Mikan, are you there?" He called out.

Mikan's free hand curled into a fist. How dare he interrupt her moment with her beloved?

Letting out a sigh of frustration, Mikan begrudgingly stood up. They would get worried if she didn't say anything. What a bother.

She took one look back at Ibuki and smiled. Before she left, she leaned down and kissed her forehead before heading towards the door.

"I'll be back, my beloved," she whispered.

After talking to Hajime, Mikan headed to the restaurant to get some food for everyone. She had asked them to help care for Nagito and Akane, as she was growing exhausted and needed some help.

She wasn't lying; she was exhausted. But only because she was tired of taking care of two patients she didn't even care about.

She wanted to give all of her attention to Ibuki. She only cared about Ibuki. Caring for the other two was just a waste of time.

Mikan felt horrible for thinking this, for a second. She was a nurse; she wasn't supposed to prioritize one patient over another. Over two patients, no less.

But Ibuki was her beloved. And she meant more to her than anyone.

And so, Mikan would spend as little time with the others as possible.

She returned to the hospital, and she dropped off food to Nagito and Akane, and then left without a word, earning confused and irritated looks from Hajime and Fuyuhiko.

After that, Mikan headed back to Ibuki's room with the remainder of the food in her hands, grinning as she did so. She tried not to walk too fast, but she couldn't help it.

She opened the door, and Ibuki was sitting up in her bed. After hearing the door open, she turned her head to Mikan and smiled at her.

Mikan stifled a giggle. She loved seeing her beloved's smile, especially when it was for her.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Mikan walked over to the bed and sat the tray down on the bed before sitting down. Before Ibuki could move, Mikan picked up a piece of toast and brought it to Ibuki's face.

"Let me feed you. Please?"

Ibuki's eyes widened out of shock at Mikan's sudden confidence. She didn't even stutter.

Ibuki snapped out of her daze and nodded without saying anything. Mikan grinned, and Ibuki bit into it. She kept taking bites until she was done. Mikan put the tray on the nightstand.

Ibuki leaned against the wall with a bored expression. Mikan immediately got an idea.

"Would you like it if I read to you?"

Ibuki's eyes widened. "Are you sure? You don't have to! I mean, you have other patients to care for..."

Mikan waved her off. "Nonsense. The other patients will be fine. I have assistance now, so I have all the time in the world!"

Ibuki was silent for a moment. Then she cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Well... In that case, if you want to read to me, who am I to stop you?"

Mikan let out an excited squeal. Mikan picked up a book from the shelf and sat in the chair by her bed and started to read. The book wasn't particularly exciting or enthralling, so Ibuki fell asleep fairly quickly.

Mikan put the book away and returned to her spot beside Ibuki's bed. She smiled and held her hand, gently rubbing it with her thumb.

She stayed in this moment until Hajime called for her again.

At dusk, Mikan returned to Ibuki's room.

Nagito and Akane were asleep and healing fast.

The patients would most likely be released from the hospital the next day.

Mikan wanted to spend one last night with her beloved.

She entered the room, gave Ibuki her medicine, and sat on the end of the bed and talked with her.

The nighttime announcement aired, and Hajime and Fuyuhiko returned to the first island.

Ibuki let out a yawn. "I'm feeling tired now."

Mikan giggled. "Of course you are. Would you mind if I laid down with you?"

Ibuki jumped, looking at the nurse in shock. "Are you sure? Isn't sleeping with a sick patient a bad idea?"

Mikan shook her head with a smile. "Like I said earlier, I'll be completely fine. Besides, I love being with you."

Ibuki gave her a confused look. "But... Why me? I'm nothing special. I'm just another one of your class-"

She cut herself off when Mikan cupped her face in her hands, fixing her with a stern, but loving look.

"Don't say that. You're special to me."

Ibuki was stunned into silence. She had no response. She was blushing madly and looked away. After a short moment, she calmed down and finally spoke.

"Well... If you insist, then go ahead."

Mikan smiled and turned off the light. Then she climbed into the bed beside the tired musician and gently wrapped her arms around her, one hand on the back of her head, the other pulling her body against hers.

Ibuki took a deep breath in, closed her eyes, and leaned into the nurse. She looked up and gave her a sleepy smile before loosely slinging her arm across Mikan's waist and snuggling into her chest. Mikan was sure her heart exploded from how adorable she was being.

And for a moment, a short, slight moment, she paused. She was sure she didn't deserve to see such an endearing sight. Someone like her didn't even deserve to be in Ibuki's presence. She shouldn't have had the privilege of caring for her.

And yet, she continued to run her fingers through Ibuki's dark hair with a smile. Even if she didn't deserve this, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she got to share this moment with her beloved. Her one true love.

And when she looked down at the musician's peaceful, sleeping face, she paused. Her comforting movements coming to a halt and her eyes were fixed on Ibuki's face. Mikan stared at her in awe, as a realization dawned on her.

She was... perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Ibuki Mioda was completely, 100% perfect.

Mikan's heart grew warm and her eyes were pricked with tears.

She had never realized this before they were infected with the Despair Disease, when they were just two girls going about their lives during the killing game.

Sure, Mikan would steal glances at Ibuki from time to time, admiring how beautiful she was with a blush and a smile. Especially during the beach day Sonia planned, where she and the rest of the girls just relaxed and had fun together. When she saw Ibuki wearing her swimsuit, her fair skin gleaming under the sun, laughing and smiling joyfully, Mikan couldn't help but stare. She looked stunning.

But she had never been close to the girl like this. And in that moment, when she could see every detail on her beloved's face, she could see how truly perfect she was. She almost wanted to hate herself for never appreciating Ibuki's perfection before then.

But she could appreciate it now, as she raised her hand from Ibuki's waist and brought it to her face, gently cupping her cheek and rubbing her thumb over the skin, soft and gentle as can be. Mikan's smile returned to her face, and she couldn't resist lifting Ibuki's chin to land a kiss on her forehead.

Still keeping her smile, Mikan gently brought Ibuki's head to her chest, wrapping her other arm around her protectively. She let out a soft, quiet yawn, as she was growing sleepy herself.

Once again, those thoughts returned, telling her to leave. It would be awkward when someone walked in on them the next day. Besides, Ibuki would probably hate her for this in the morning.

Even so, Mikan didn't care.

She didn't pull away, even though her thoughts told her to. She didn't want to. Just this once, she wanted to be selfish. Even if it would be awkward, even if Ibuki would hate her in the morning, at least Mikan got to share this moment with her beloved. That was all that mattered to her.

Mikan laid a final kiss on Ibuki's head before resting her chin on her head, and then drifting off to sleep herself.

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Day five of the Despair Disease shenanigans.

Nagito, Akane and Ibuki had been released from the hospital on the third island, having completely recovered from their respective diseases.

And now, everyone was back at the restaurant like always, and along with Nekomaru, they were all together for the first time in four days.

There had been no deaths, no incidents, and everything was back to normal.

Almost everything, at least.

Mikan sat by herself at a table near the window, feeling distraught.

Now that Ibuki was released from the hospital, she wouldn't get to care for her anymore.

She wouldn't get to be with her every day and night, which Mikan just couldn't stand.

She knew that she was infected with the Despair Disease, but to her, the title felt more like a misnomer.

What she was experiencing wasn't despairing at all, nor was it even a disease. All it did was help her find the truth she was missing all along.

If anything, she should be thanking Monokuma.

But it wasn't over yet.

Just because she knew what the missing piece of her was didn't mean she had it.

Her missing piece was her beloved, Ibuki.

She wouldn't feel whole until Ibuki was hers, and hers alone.

No matter what, she needed Ibuki.

She wanted to keep up the "no deaths" streak, but if anyone posed a threat to her and Ibuki's soon-to-be romance, she would eliminate them in a heartbeat.

Anything for her beloved.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a knock on the table.

She looked up to see Hajime, looking at her with concern.

"Hey, Mikan, are you alright?"

She nodded with a small smile, trying not to look nervous. "Y-Yes, I'm completely fine!"

Hajime didn't look convinced, but he didn't pry.

"Well, the others already left, and you didn't seem to notice."

With a yelp, Mikan took a look around. Surely enough, the restaurant was empty and they were completely alone.

She felt frustrated for a second. Ibuki had already left, and she was too distracted to talk to her.

Oh well. She'll just go and find her.

Mikan stood up and gave Hajime a little smile before walking away. "Well, I'll b-be heading out now."

Hajime gave her a look of shock. "Now? But you didn't eat anything!"

Mikan shook her head, keeping the smile. "Don't worry, I'm n-not that hungry. I'm fine!"

Hajime was clearly concerned, but he just sighed, deciding not to push it.

"Alright, well, be sure to eat something later."

Mikan nodded. "Mhm! Will do!"

Before she left, she turned to ask one final question.

"H-Hey, Hajime, do you know where Ibuki went?"

Hajime turned his head to look at her.

"Hm? Uh, she's at the music venue, I think."

Mikan nodded at him, and gave him one more smile before she walked away.

Mikan made her way to the third island and stopped at the music venue. She opened the door, and surely enough, Ibuki was sitting on the stage, lightly plucking the strings of a guitar with a focused expression.

One look at the musician caused Mikan's face to grin and turn bright red.

Ibuki noticed her there, and waved at her with a smile.

"Hey, Mikan! Goooood nom-nom-nomming!"

Mikan's smile grew softer. Ibuki was back to her hyperactive, energetic self, and Mikan missed it more than anything.

It was great to have her beloved back.

She snapped out of her daze when Ibuki spoke again.

"Soooooo, what's the haps? You come to see Ibuki practice?"

Mikan giggled.

"I would love to see you perform, Ibuki. B-But actually, I had something I wanted to ask you."

Ibuki's expression changed to a curious one. "You do?"

Mikan nodded. Ibuki put her guitar down, giving Mikan her full attention.

"So, what'd you wanna ask Ibuki?"

Mikan fiddled with her fingers nervously.

"W-Well, Could you come take a walk with me? It might be nice for you t-to have a change of scenery after spending so much t-time in the hospital."

Ibuki nodded excitedly, and she hopped off the stage and strde over to Mikan.

"Okie dokie! Lead the way, Miki!"

Mikan blushed at the nickname. The two girls left the music venue together.

During their walk, Mikan asked Ibuki about what she was practicing, which caused her to excitedly ramble. Mikan smiled at this, thinking about how adorable it was.

The two girls kept walking until Mikan led them to the beach.

Mikan stared ahead absentmindedly, taking in the beautiful scenery. The bright sky, the sparkling blue ocean, the wind lightly blowing in her face.

It was the perfect place to confess.

Ibuki stopped rambling about her music, and did the same thing. She stared at the ocean with a relaxed expression, and for once, standing still and completely silent.

Mikan turned to her side to look at her. Ibuki's bangs were blowing out of her face, and her pink eyes seemed to be even brighter. She looked so focused on the world around her, just taking it all in and enjoying it.

Mikan had never seen her so relaxed when she was awake, and it was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen.

Mikan forced herself to look away, and she took a deep breath in.

It was time.

She cleared her throat and looked at the sand, her expression becoming serious. "Hey, I-Ibuki... The reason I asked you out here... I h-have something to t-tell you..."

Ibuki turned to her, with a curious expression.

"What is it?"

Mikan closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts. Then she turned her head to face Ibuki.

"W-Well... At the hospital, w-when I was t-taking care of you and the others, I c-caught the Despair Disease as well."

Ibuki's expression grew worried. "Oh no! That's not good! Do we need to-"

Mikan cut her off. "N-No, it's not a big deal or anything. It's just that... I remembered some things."

Ibuki tilted her head. "What kind of things?"

Mikan breathed in, and looked ahead.

"Our t-time at Hope's Peak Academy, the time we all spent together... You and I..."

Ibuki's eyes widened. "You remember all that?! Wait..." She paused. "'You and I?'"

Mikan nodded, and she turned to look at Ibuki.

"Yes. You and I... Were together. As a couple."

"Huh?!" Ibuki's face turned bright red, and she turned away and began fiddling with her fingers. "Really? We... Were?"

Mikan nodded. "Y-Yes. And... I've liked you since we ended up on this island, even before I remembered. You were always so k-kind, so friendly. You treated me better than anyone else in my life, which instantly drew me to you. B-But... I was always too shy t-to tell you... Until I caught that disease, and..."

Mikan turned her body to face Ibuki's, looking her in the eyes sincerely.

"I realized how much you really meant to me, Ibuki. I couldn't just say nothing anymore. I needed you."

Ibuki blinked, her eyes wide and still blushing. "You... Needed me?"

Mikan nodded. "Yes. In the hospital, it felt great to take care of you, to be alone with you. I loved being able to help you feel better. And... I don't want that to be over. I don't want us to be apart any longer! Which is why I brought you here to say..."

Mikan stepped forward and took Ibuki's hands in her own.

"I love you, Ibuki. I love you so much, more than I've ever loved anyone. I want to be there to listen to you, to tend to your wounds, mental or physical. Not as a nurse, not as your friend, but... as your partner. And with that being said..."

Mikan interlaced her fingers with Ibuki's, and gave her hands a gentle squeeze.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Ibuki was stunned completely silent. For once, she had no words. She never expected the nurse to like her back, but they were meant to be all along.

After a long moment, Ibuki gave Mikan a sheepish smile and gave her answer.

"Y-Yes... Ibuki will be your girlfriend, Miki."

Mikan's eyes were filled with happy tears, and with a bright blush and a joyful giggle, she tackled Ibuki in a hug, and the musician pulled her close, giggling as well.

The two girls embraced each other tightly, enjoying the moment together.

Then, Mikan pulled away, and looked at Ibuki with a blush.

"Ibuki... Can I kiss you?"

Ibuki's eyes widened and she started to blush again. She nodded, and before she could make a move, Mikan stepped forward and pulled the musician close with one arm and used the other to cup her cheek. Then, she leaned forward and connected their lips.

Ibuki stood there frozen for a moment, surprised at Mikan's sudden initiative. But a second later, she melted into it and wrapped her arms around the nurse.

They stayed like this for a little while, before they pulled away, taking a moment to catch their breath.

Mikan lovingly smiled at Ibuki and wrapped her arms around her neck. Ibuki returned the smile and placed her hands on Mikan's waist. They pressed their foreheads together and stared into each other's eyes with nothing but love.

The moment was interrupted by a sudden growling sound.

Startled, Mikan jumped back, then realized that the source of that sound was her own stomach.

Mikan giggled nervously. "S-Sorry about that. I didn't really eat this morning."

Ibuki chuckled. "Silly Miki. Hey, do you maybe wanna go to the restaurant together, as... Y'know... Our first date?"

Ibuki blushed and played with her fingers, her tone becoming unusually shy. Mikan smiled and took her hand.

"I would love that."

And together, the two girls began walking to the first island, hand in hand. Along the way, neither of them could stop smiling.

Especially Mikan. At first, she was sure that the Despair Disease would come between them, and ruin everything. But it turned out to be the thing that strengthened their relationship, which would soon get them together.

For once, Mikan felt grateful to Monokuma.

She was worried that she would have to eliminate someone, but she was able to be with her beloved with no problems.

She was glad. She would have hated to get blood on her hands for something that could have been avoided.

But it was, and she didn't have to think about it any longer.

Even when the Despair Disease came to pass, Ibuki would still be her beloved.

And that would never change.

Welp. My first Tsumioda fic, and it ain't gonna be the last!

Tumblr is lagging so bad lmao

Sorry if some parts are all over the place, I stayed up until four am working on this, for several days. Hopefully it still came out good tho

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mononaq

10 months ago