Re: Phrog Fics
Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2021 3:10 pm
please consider reading this fic on ao3!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34779 ... s/86598058
Izuru stared.
The intruder stared back.
This was all new.
❤︎
Nagito hummed softly, tilting his head to the side. The other in the room stares back at him almost aggressively, eyes wide but expression null.
“… Hello? I apologize for the intrusion! I had found a passageway and now I’m here!” He laughs - even in a situation like this, Nagito sounded carefree, his laughter soft against the other’s ears.
“…” The stranger, who Nagito now noticed was around his age, blinked once before standing. They were still a few inches shorter than Nagito while standing, their intimation attempt not quite working on Nagito. He’s been in plenty of dangerous situations before, he was sure he was fine.
“Would you like to know who I am? I am pathetic, truly, for I have no talent. However, I feel like I owe it to you!”
The stranger takes three steps forward, standing right in front of Nagito. They stare straight ahead at Nagito’s chest, slowly raising a hand before pressing it flat against Nagito’s uniform. “Ah - what are you -?”
“You are a ‘reserve course.’ Student.”
The other’s voice took Nagito aback - soft, with almost a feminine undertone, yet spoken from low in the other’s chest. Nagito took a moment to look the other over, trying his best to keep his breathing steady. “Yes. I,, am. It is pathetic, right?”
The stranger hasn’t showered in a while, their hair in knots and skin dry, covered in dirt and dust - however they didn’t seem to smell off at all. Their wrists were,, small, and that was coming from Nagito; he could probably hold their wrist or hand in his own, the other just small in comparison to himself. Like a doll. And then there were those ruby red eyes - entrancing in the way they stared past his pathetic self…
“You have a talent though?”
“… Huh?”
Nagito took a small step back, away from the hand on his chest - his breath catched, caught against the hook of the other’s words. “Excuse me?”
“You have a talent. But. You are in the incorrect course for your studies. How strange.”
“,, Hah. Hahah - wow. Uh.” Nagito laughs, awkwardly this time, tension growing and pulling his shoulders up to his ears. “I do not, though. It is kind of you! To think I possibly could! But I do not - it’s just plain ridiculous to say that, especially if you are not extraordinary yourself -”
“I have talent.”
Shudders ran down Nagito’s back at the change in tone - the soft femininity from before had gone from the other’s voice, replaced with a harsh, cold statement; it whipped against Nagito’s skin, a burning feeling spreading in his chest.
“I - oh,, oh. I apologize! I cannot believe I did not notice! I apologize greatly for assuming; it’s just like someone like me to be so incorrect and make such an inconsiderate mistake.”
“… You are strange.” The stranger’s voice goes back to it’s sweet melody, like nothing had happened. They close their eyes for a second before yawning, turning away from Nagito. “Are you leaving now?”
“If. If you want me to, of course.”
“I do not care for anything.”
Nagito’s brows furrow at the statement. He shouldn’t,, assume the other is wrong. Of course not. It was not his place. However he couldn’t help but feel as if maybe that statement was not a hundred percent truthful. “,, Mm. Well. If you say so… is it alright if scum such as myself asks a question? A - A different one than that one.”
A full minute pause - Nagito’s heart was beating abruptly in his chest at the silence. Finally the other responds. “Ask.”
‘ Are you okay? Why are you down here? You look so unwell. May I help you? Serve you? What is your name? How old are you? What do I call you? What are your pronouns? Do I annoy you? Please, use me - ’
“… Would you like to be cleaned up?”
❤︎
Izuru looked around the dorm room, the door softly closing with a click behind him.
Komaeda - he had been given the other’s name on the way here - looks around with a small frown. “I’m sorry for the mess.”
“…” It was spotless.
Izuru took a step forward before flinching, moving back and stumbling somewhat into Komaeda’s chest. Komaeda catches him, placing his hands on his shoulders to keep him steady. “Are you alright? Is my room really that revolting?”
“No. I just do not. Like. The feeling of the floor.”
With a raised brow, Komaeda look around his room. “,, Do you mean you dislike my carpeting?”
“… ‘carpeting.’”
“Yes?”
Izuru felt incompetent.
He stood upright and looked down at the floor, at the carpet, extending his foot out and touching it lightly before taking a step back with a frown.
Izuru did not like the carpeting - Komaeda was correct.
Izuru clenched his hands into fists, his arms tense while he tried to shake them in place; it felt bad. He doesn’t understand why this was bothering him so much, when almost nothing should, however he couldn’t,, stop. The feeling was crawling up his foot and into his skin, an irritating sensation that made him want to cry out or curl up into a ball or disappear or -
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I can take the carpet out! Are you okay?”
Komaeda crouches down and rolls up the carpet, making sure Izuru watches him as he puts the carpet in his closet. “See? Gone. I can’t do much else, I’m sorry, but at least you won’t be touching it anymore. You can also always wear shoes if you want, in case other carpets make you feel uneasy.”
“…”
“Are you okay?”
Izuru glances down at the ground, now void of carpet, before looking back at Komaeda and nodding. He still felt,, bad. However, at least now he won’t have to endure that feeling again. “Better.”
Komaeda smiles. “I’m glad! Don’t worry, for as long as you’re here, I’ll be sure to accommodate to your needs. Would you like to see the shower now?”
Izuru nods, watching as Komaeda offers his hand. He lightly places his own hand in Komaeda’s before following the reserve to the bathroom. At least he will come out of this experience clean and fed.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34779 ... s/86598058
Izuru stared.
The intruder stared back.
This was all new.
❤︎
Nagito hummed softly, tilting his head to the side. The other in the room stares back at him almost aggressively, eyes wide but expression null.
“… Hello? I apologize for the intrusion! I had found a passageway and now I’m here!” He laughs - even in a situation like this, Nagito sounded carefree, his laughter soft against the other’s ears.
“…” The stranger, who Nagito now noticed was around his age, blinked once before standing. They were still a few inches shorter than Nagito while standing, their intimation attempt not quite working on Nagito. He’s been in plenty of dangerous situations before, he was sure he was fine.
“Would you like to know who I am? I am pathetic, truly, for I have no talent. However, I feel like I owe it to you!”
The stranger takes three steps forward, standing right in front of Nagito. They stare straight ahead at Nagito’s chest, slowly raising a hand before pressing it flat against Nagito’s uniform. “Ah - what are you -?”
“You are a ‘reserve course.’ Student.”
The other’s voice took Nagito aback - soft, with almost a feminine undertone, yet spoken from low in the other’s chest. Nagito took a moment to look the other over, trying his best to keep his breathing steady. “Yes. I,, am. It is pathetic, right?”
The stranger hasn’t showered in a while, their hair in knots and skin dry, covered in dirt and dust - however they didn’t seem to smell off at all. Their wrists were,, small, and that was coming from Nagito; he could probably hold their wrist or hand in his own, the other just small in comparison to himself. Like a doll. And then there were those ruby red eyes - entrancing in the way they stared past his pathetic self…
“You have a talent though?”
“… Huh?”
Nagito took a small step back, away from the hand on his chest - his breath catched, caught against the hook of the other’s words. “Excuse me?”
“You have a talent. But. You are in the incorrect course for your studies. How strange.”
“,, Hah. Hahah - wow. Uh.” Nagito laughs, awkwardly this time, tension growing and pulling his shoulders up to his ears. “I do not, though. It is kind of you! To think I possibly could! But I do not - it’s just plain ridiculous to say that, especially if you are not extraordinary yourself -”
“I have talent.”
Shudders ran down Nagito’s back at the change in tone - the soft femininity from before had gone from the other’s voice, replaced with a harsh, cold statement; it whipped against Nagito’s skin, a burning feeling spreading in his chest.
“I - oh,, oh. I apologize! I cannot believe I did not notice! I apologize greatly for assuming; it’s just like someone like me to be so incorrect and make such an inconsiderate mistake.”
“… You are strange.” The stranger’s voice goes back to it’s sweet melody, like nothing had happened. They close their eyes for a second before yawning, turning away from Nagito. “Are you leaving now?”
“If. If you want me to, of course.”
“I do not care for anything.”
Nagito’s brows furrow at the statement. He shouldn’t,, assume the other is wrong. Of course not. It was not his place. However he couldn’t help but feel as if maybe that statement was not a hundred percent truthful. “,, Mm. Well. If you say so… is it alright if scum such as myself asks a question? A - A different one than that one.”
A full minute pause - Nagito’s heart was beating abruptly in his chest at the silence. Finally the other responds. “Ask.”
‘ Are you okay? Why are you down here? You look so unwell. May I help you? Serve you? What is your name? How old are you? What do I call you? What are your pronouns? Do I annoy you? Please, use me - ’
“… Would you like to be cleaned up?”
❤︎
Izuru looked around the dorm room, the door softly closing with a click behind him.
Komaeda - he had been given the other’s name on the way here - looks around with a small frown. “I’m sorry for the mess.”
“…” It was spotless.
Izuru took a step forward before flinching, moving back and stumbling somewhat into Komaeda’s chest. Komaeda catches him, placing his hands on his shoulders to keep him steady. “Are you alright? Is my room really that revolting?”
“No. I just do not. Like. The feeling of the floor.”
With a raised brow, Komaeda look around his room. “,, Do you mean you dislike my carpeting?”
“… ‘carpeting.’”
“Yes?”
Izuru felt incompetent.
He stood upright and looked down at the floor, at the carpet, extending his foot out and touching it lightly before taking a step back with a frown.
Izuru did not like the carpeting - Komaeda was correct.
Izuru clenched his hands into fists, his arms tense while he tried to shake them in place; it felt bad. He doesn’t understand why this was bothering him so much, when almost nothing should, however he couldn’t,, stop. The feeling was crawling up his foot and into his skin, an irritating sensation that made him want to cry out or curl up into a ball or disappear or -
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I can take the carpet out! Are you okay?”
Komaeda crouches down and rolls up the carpet, making sure Izuru watches him as he puts the carpet in his closet. “See? Gone. I can’t do much else, I’m sorry, but at least you won’t be touching it anymore. You can also always wear shoes if you want, in case other carpets make you feel uneasy.”
“…”
“Are you okay?”
Izuru glances down at the ground, now void of carpet, before looking back at Komaeda and nodding. He still felt,, bad. However, at least now he won’t have to endure that feeling again. “Better.”
Komaeda smiles. “I’m glad! Don’t worry, for as long as you’re here, I’ll be sure to accommodate to your needs. Would you like to see the shower now?”
Izuru nods, watching as Komaeda offers his hand. He lightly places his own hand in Komaeda’s before following the reserve to the bathroom. At least he will come out of this experience clean and fed.