Who needs a lame ass protag when you have idol/singing detective lesbians?

i’m lacking people to rp rarepairs with in particular, if you’d perhaps like to shoot me a message if you have interest in kirizono, leobuki, junkomaeda, komanami, or tananami…mhm.

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"It’s delicious!"
Sakura’s hard features shifted into a smile. “I’m happy to hear that.”
For a moment, a pause.
"… There are very healthy ways to lose weight," the fighter said after a pause- inevitably trying to put the pieces together. "Diets that do not provide enough nutritional value or calories per day are very dangerous."
"I- I can’t."
Of all the things to say, the truth hadn’t occurred to her.
"Pardon me?"
"I just can’t," she said in a cracking tone. "I… I have to stay very thin as an idol. They test if they can see my ribs, ask me how much I’ve… I’ve eaten recently… I-if I don’t eat, I won’t get fat. It’s simple…"
"Maizono-san, no! Starvation is very dangerous and not healthy!"
"It’s the only way! I can’t quit being an idol! I- I have to be this way… I have to."
She was aware of a hand on her shoulder, very gentle despite its weight. She was also aware she was crying. The tears were just there, Maizono didn’t know she was holding them in, but now they were rolling down her cheeks and wouldn’t stop.
Her shoulders heaved with quiet sobs she held back. They were going to judge her on this too; idol cries, idol displays emotion besides happiness. The title was everything.
Instead she was also aware of the hand leading her closer, closer- she stopped in an embrace. Maizono cried on Sakura’s shoulder, the fighter’s arms holding her in place. For a moment, everything felt alright. Her strength could keep her safe; her strength could keep anyone from coming and taking away everything.
She remembered the other girls in her group and their familiar lies. They tried to lean all on one another, not knowing that none of them were truly standing.
But Sakura… Sakura was the only one honest with her. So she asked.
"Do… do you think I’m ugly or- or fat? Any of those things?"
"Of course not!" She was stricken by how swiftly Sakura responded. "You’re beautiful, Maizono-san, and I would be willing to offer any training skills I have available to help you."
It seemed enough to put her mind at ease, at least for the moment. Sakura gave a smile of relief, and she matched that too.
"Th-thank you, Oogami-san."
They lingered in that position for a moment admittedly longer than Maizono thought. But she felt like there, in Sakura’s arms, nothing could truly hurt her.
———-
Kirigiri x Fukawa
Kirigiri and Fukawa tried to trust other people on one occasion, and it left her without her glasses. Fukawa didn’t so much recall the time or place or circumstances, but could still feel the bitter floor beneath her palms and knees and the fear welling up in her.
Any moment there would be a snap and that would be the last she’d hear of them.
Footsteps resounded through the room— closer, closer. She found herself scooting back. Whoever it was ended up as a smear in her vision and hadn’t spoken yet. They were probably out to harm her, no, kill her. Now any moment there would be a grab or a shot or a scream and that would be the last of her. The footsteps got closer and the smear stopped and Touko Fukawa prepared for the fight of her life.
"Here."
"E-eh?!"
Her hands wouldn’t come unclenched no matter how hard she tried. The figure gave a small exhale in frustration and then there was a faint clicking of her glasses coming unfolded. Now Fukawa understood. They’d break them and laugh at her and— place them back onto her face.
The former blur cleared into a decidedly feminine form, matching the voice. Long hair, a single small braid, gloves— Fukawa had seen her before, but they’d never spoken. Now here she was.
”I noticed you had lost your glasses.”
"That… that was obvious! You’re just mocking me like all the rest… would, aren’t you!?"
"That was not my intention," she said, keeping that infuriating straight face.
"I… have them back now, so you can just go!"
Fukawa felt more regret saying it than she apparently did to hear it. The girl hadn’t, say, thrown her glasses on the ground before stomping them into shards before running back to a group of boys that would also laugh at her. Pah. Boys.
The girl lingered for a second before she shrugged, and then she did. Fukawa struggled for a moment with the unfamiliar words before she let them go in a slight whisper: ”… Thank you.”
—-
Another instance saw them together during gym, by circumstance rather than choice. Neither had even a vague interest in athletics and were paired up as the problem students.
"You’re shivering."
Here the writer was, thinking it was too subtle to notice.
"What?! Wh-what’s it to you?"
It wasn’t much, admittedly; it just seemed like it would start a conversation. But Kirigiri said, “In The Snowplower’s Plight, the cold seemed romanticized by description. I thought you’d be more favorable toward it.”
"You… read one of my books?"
It was to make fun of it, she thought. She’s going to pick it apart.
"Yes. I quite enjoyed it."
Fukawa didn’t say anything at first. Then she quietly said, “I- I have nothing to like about this miserable cold weather. My family didn’t… celebrate any holidays.”
"What about your birthday?"
A moment after she said it, she realized it might have been bad to bring up. She felt any semblance of tact she had drain out of her. Fukawa looked like she was struck.
"You’re… you’re just here to mock me…" Fukawa hissed through clenched teeth. "A girl with two mothers living with… one father… aagh, you’re just like all the rest of them!"
But the choices were either go join the athletics or stay with Kirigiri, so she stayed. Kirigiri got up and left on the contrary.
Fukawa sat in silence until she heard footsteps treading through the grass. All that she found behind her was two hands, a bundle of cherry blossoms, and Kirigiri.
Further investigation revealed the hands were Kirigiri’s and she was offering the cherry blossoms to her, but she wasn’t one for thinking quickly when someone could sneak up behind her and pull her hair or kidnap her or worse. She stayed stunned for a minute before she accepted the gift.
"This is my gift for your birthday. Happy birthday, Touko Fukawa."
It could full well be a trap, but then Fukawa found herself holding them anyway.
"Cherry blossoms are highly symbolic, you know," she said, an overly satisfied grin spreading on her face. "Great beauty and… swiftness in regard to death."
Kirigiri took this as a ‘thank you’, then didn’t ask any more questions.
Fukawa took it as her first real birthday gift, one that didn’t come from her own book royalties taken by a parent.
—-
On a third occasion, she woke up into an unknown world.
Because of Syo, it wasn’t uncommon to wake up in a completely random place, sometimes days after her last memory. This was the first instance of awaking in a hospital environment. No, it was the school’s— even more proper in some way.
Her head was still foggy when a nurse checked on her before telling her she had a visitor. Kirigiri pushed her way in before being properly called.
"Fukawa-san, are you well? I was concerned."

What is this ship even called I don’t remember

small kirizono
There’s no in-between: either Kirigiri walks while lost in thought or while catching every little suspicious detail. Maizono would later ask her if she saw the color of the flowers or heard the birds singing.
She didn’t, but she could recall the exact facial structure and hair of the student who pilfered supplies earlier, straight down to the follicle.
"You should pay more attention to the small things, Kirigiri-san," she said to her. "That’s how you’re happy, even when you don’t have time to be."
So she opened her eyes. They were outside Hope’s Peak— that was nothing new. Yet still Maizono found little beautiful things she hadn’t noticed, found some way to look at it as if seeing it for the first time.
She inadvertently found herself focusing on the idol this way. There she was, cheeks rosy pink like cherry blossoms, humming a tune. She had no doubt Maizono woke up truly happy— she tended to stretch it over the stress and doubt.
Maizono swung her arms with each step in rhythm. Kirigiri noticed her own arms limp by her sides and tried miming her.
The little details still didn’t escape her; she was definitely noticed. Their hands reached for one another at the same time. Her palms were warm.
"Did you see something beautiful, Kirigiri-san?" she asked, still humming.
"I did," Kirigiri said. "I did."

kirigiri you cant seduce people by talking about the steps of a human corpse’s decomposition

Omg can I clear this mess with the kyousaya pairing name up? Cause I think I’m not the only one who doesn’t like the confusion around the name.
KyouSaya/KyoSaya - Typically refers to Kyouko and Sayaka from PMMM.

Not Kyouko and Sayaka from DR.
I think they’re typically referred as Kirizono/Maigiri - Kyouko and Sayaka from DR

AND DEFINITELY NOT KYOUSUKE AND SAYAKA.
Typically they’re referred to as Sayasuke - Sayaka and Kyousuke from PMMM.

Okay? Are we good?
NOW PLEASE STOP CONFUSING THE FUCKING TAGS. THANKS.

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She wanted to ask if Maizono carried a grudge against her for proving her guilt, but her mouth wouldn’t form the words. Though it seemed the other girl understood, as she felt a gentle squeeze on her arm as response.
"I believe you’re innocent, Kirigiri-san. If- if you’d forgive me, I know we could prove it together."
A few seconds passed. Something was inside her head, scratching like a wild animal to get out.
Dying would be easy.
Quitting would be the easy way out. She could lay back down and likely be found guilty. But no. No, that would let the others down if she wasn’t the killer. It would let Maizono down. If Kirigiri was all the idol had left, she couldn’t allow that.
She held out her hand.
A genuine smile flashed on Maizono’s face as she pressed their palms together and helped Kirigiri to her feet. For the moment, they were okay. Kirigiri hated herself for still holding her at arm’s length, but trust was something she learned, and a voice in her head kept screaming it was some kind of trap.
Maizono’s mask was back in place, if only as glue to keep herself from breaking again. It remained undisturbed as they began their investigation.
No blood had pooled around Ishimaru, though his chest was coated. It had been an expert stab to the heart.
Kirigiri had a faint recollection of moving the body- no, of moving some body. She never touched Ishimaru. There was hope.
DING DONG!
"Eh… Attention, attention! Have you punks missed me? I’ve got a lil gift for you now that someone’s dead! You might recall that the cafeteria was open, but, despair! It had no food! Well, now it’s fully stocked!"
She could practically hear the glint in his eye and waited. There was always a catch.
"But… there’s no extra time for eatin’, you bastards! Either you can stuff your faces and let your classmate die for nothin’, or you can keep going and face the trial hungry! Upupu… your choice!"
His voice vanished as abruptly as it appeared.
"So he’s forcing us to choose between the investigation and food, after days of having starved us."
"Th-that’s not fair!"
"I imagine that’s what Nae-" she bit her lip as soon as the name almost slipped, "the mastermind wants. To see how pathetic humans are. To see if we will abandon our friend for food."
Now she goes, Kirigiri thought. If she doesn’t care, she’ll go for the food. Anyone would.
Maizono clenched her fists. “I’m staying with you, Kirigiri-san!”
"Then we continue," she said. "Ishimaru-kun appears to have bled extensively, but there is no blood on the floor. It’s likely this was not the scene of the murder."
"Oh. If- if he was moved, would there be a trail, or… a pool of blood somewhere else?" Maizono said. She strained to get the words out. ‘Not caring’ wasn’t an option anymore; it looked more like the idol was trying not to fall unconscious. She was trying hard, but Kirigiri didn’t know why.
"It’s certainly possible. Let’s take a look."
Kirigiri wobbled with each step. Her legs had gone numb and her aching body was reminding her that some time spent unconscious was not ‘sleep’. It was catching up with her. Every time she saw a flicker of a shadow on the wall that didn’t seem to belong, she let her eyes flutter shut and followed her instincts.
She had yet to figure out why blood was familiar. But there it was, outside the library’s doors. There was a thick scrape in the door as well, glinting with crimson.
"You must be wondering why this is so familiar," Maizono said.
"How would you know that?"
"I’m an Esper."
Kirigiri looked at her blankly.
"Kidding. I just have good intuition."
Her weak giggle came as a small bit of comfort, though not enough to ease the possibility she was investigating her own crime.
No. She took that back. Anything was possible; her doing this in a temporary lapse of sanity was probable. She remembered the death. The corpse’s relocation. The scream…
… And the knife in her hand…
"Kirigiri-san?"
Maizono placed a hand on her shoulder. She winced and brushed it off. “I’m fine.”
"If… if you say so."
She had done it. She had played into Naegi’s trap. She had played his game, whittled herself down to a monster that would kill a friend.
Yet even now, she couldn’t bring herself to fully hate him.
—-
"Kyouko Kirigiri must be the culprit."
The courtroom’s doors had opened, and the debate had began. All eyes were on her.
"We found her near Ishimaru-kun and she had the knife in her hand!"
"It’s obvious that she killed him, ‘right? I mean, there’s no one else it could be!"
"The Monobear File says the time of death is ‘between 9 and 10’. Who else would be out then?"
"I already told you simpletons. Kirigiri came at him with a knife and stabbed him. He retaliated and struck her over the head before he died."
"You… you’re wrong!" Maizono slammed her hands on the podium. "The Monobear file says Ishimaru-kun died instantly! There has to be someone besides Kirigiri-san that hit her!”
"D-does that mean it isn’t her after all?"
"I don’t know if we can trust her w-"
"Shut up," growled Togami, "Then we simply misunderstand the order of events. The culprit attacked and Ishimaru retaliated before he was stabbed."
"But we don’t know what he hit her with," Asahina said. "We never found anything like that."
“None of you looked at all! You all wouldn’t even be accusing Kirigiri-san if you didn’t stuff your faces in the cafeteria!” Maizono leaned forward, as if the presence of others was the only thing keeping her from jumping Asahina.
"This class trial has no room for screeching would-be murderers," Togami said, as if Maizono was an afterthought. "There is little reason to search when we already know who killed him."
"Y-yeah! And we went without food for almost three whole days!" Asahina leaned forward, eyes trained on the ‘would-be murderer’.
Kirigiri caught Monobear delighting in the situation.
"Were I hypothetically coming toward Ishimaru-kun with a weapon and he were to retaliate, wouldn’t he strike me on the front of my head rather than the back?" Kirigiri interjected, still feeling a tinge of pain at the base of her skull. "Assuming he died instantly, he couldn’t have waited for me to have turned around."
"This depends on the weapon the victim defended himself with."
"Ishimaru-kun was watching Maizono-san’s room after she admitted to her attempted murder…"
She caught Maizono’s wince as well; it was a relief knowing that therewas at least some guilt there. The others kept talking.
"… so did he have a weapon on him in case she left to kill someone?"
"I don’t believe he did…"

"But if he was supposed to be watching over her room, what was he doing upstairs?"
"Maybe Kirigiri-san led him away to help Maizono-san?"
Maizono growled. “She didn’t-!”
"She has no alibi," Togami said. "Why else would Ishimaru be near the changing rooms at such a time? He was led there by the culprit."
"You’re wrong,” Kirigiri said. “There was a pool of blood outside the library doors, but none around the changing rooms. It’s likely the victim was moved after his death."
"But… why?"
"We don’t need to know why!" Maizono said. "If Ishimaru-kun was moved after his death, Kirigiri-san couldn’t have moved him! She was unconscious!"
"And if she wasn’t unconscious by that point, after his death… Someone else had to knock her out. This explains the wound on the back of her head.”
"So there-"
"Yes! There was a third party involved!"
"H-hold on!" Fukawa raised a trembling finger at Maizono. "Th-this tubster has no alibi either if her room wasn’t guarded! Who’s to say she’s not the ‘third party’?!"
"You likely don’t have an alibi either, Fukawa-san, considering how late it was," Maizono said.
But it is possible, Kirigiri thought. She hoped it wasn’t. If she had placed her trust in the wrong place this time, could she ever trust someone else?
"Essentially, any of us could be this ‘third person’," someone else said.
"Feh. If I wanted to off Kirigiri, it wouldn’t have been done in such a poor manner." Togami scowled. "Incidentally, the presence of a third person on the scene doesn’t clear her of all suspicion. For all we know, they tried to stop Kirigiri from committing the crime and failed."
"Aren’t we all forgetting the most important thing about a third person?" asked Celes.
"What?"
"If Kirigiri-san and the third person both saw Ishimaru-kun’s corpse, the body discovery announcement would have gone off, correct?"
"The Monobear File does say that Ishimaru-kun died the night before, but we discovered him this morning…"
"Then it’s possible that the culprit moved the corpse from the library doorsbefore rendering me unconscious there," Kirigiri said, her fingers on her chin. "Unfortunately, I’ve mostly lost my memory of the incident because of head trauma."
"A likely story! Maybe nobody hit her but she just fell and hit her head or somethin’, ‘right?!"
"You’ve got that wrong!"
Togami’s frown deepened even further. "What now, Maizono?"
She countered with her own frown and then relaxed. “A big cut was in the door that wasn’t there before the incident happened. Plus, there was a slight trace of blood in it.”
"Your point?"
"I think I understand," Kirigiri said after a minute. "The blood signifies that the damage occurred after the victim’s death. Maizono-san is raising the possibility that the culprit intended to kill me as well."
"Hold it. You could have left that yourself. And if someone wanted you dead, why were you only knocked unconscious?"
"I don’t understand the culprit’s reasoning, myself. Even the selection of victims seems like it was at random."
"Maizono-san’s theory is just that: a theory." Celes put on her best smile before adding: "Nothing suggests Kirigiri-san didn’t simply make that mark in the door herself…"
Kirigiri cast a glance at Monobear. He’s unusually silent, especiallyduring a discussion about defacing school property.
"I don’t see why we don’t bring this trial to a close. Neither of those two have more than circumstantial evidence."
"W-wait! You can’t end this n-"
"Maizono-chi, you can’t let your emotions cloud the truth in front of you! She killed Ishimaru-chi and wiped the handle of the knife clean!"
Wait.
"That’s incorrect. You may not have paid notice, but I wear gloves," Kirigiri said. "There would be no need to wipe away fingerprints."
"No fingerprints were found because of your gloves. End of story."
"But…" Maizono was grasping for straws at this point. "The real culprit would have to clean off their fingerprints because of her gloves!"
"None of us are professionals. We can’t run fingerprint tests."
"Th-then what if something else got wiped off the knife?"
Wait.
"Maizono-san is right," Kirigiri said. Her heart was pounding faster than she thought possible; Maizono’s ideas were nice, and she humored them because they were nice, but she still could have done it and this all could be a farce. "Maybe… maybe blood was wiped off the knife’s handle, considering my head injury drew blood. The culprit could have knocked me out using it after… failing to kill me, perhaps. A last minute decision to frame me."
Silence. Her heartbeat reverberated through her body. The seed of doubt was still blooming; if she had murdered him, blaming another would get them all killed. Her fear bubbled up, about to spill.
Then, finally, Togami shook his head. “That’s nothing but speculation. The slight amnesia is too convenient and there’s nowhere close to any proof that this ‘other culprit’ exists. At least outside the imaginations of a murderer and an attempted murderer.”
"W-wait, please…"
All eyes turned to Chihiro- the brunette- speaking up for the first time since the trial began. It must have been a dozen stares too many but she continued, “We still don’t know what Kirigiri-san remembers…”
"You’d believe her word?"
"I-if we vote wrong, we all die…"
"We have to listen to Kirigiri-san! We have to so we can prove she’s innocent!"
"Thank you Maizono-san, but…"
It was funny. Here she was, thinking she had control over her emotions. She thought herself stoic. Calm. But now she had her jaw clenched and her fists balled in some last-ditch effort to hold back tears.
Emotions are what make us all human…
"That latter part won’t be necessary. This whole time… this whole time, I’ve struggled with the idea that perhaps I am the culprit, due to the fogginess of my memories."
"K-KIRIGIRI-SAN!"
It was the one reaction she hadn’t seen yet out of Maizono—betrayal. Now there it was, etched into her face, draining whatever color she had left.
“It… it can’t be you. Believing in you was all I had left! I…”
“I’m sorry, Maizono-san, but I-“
”I can’t give that up! I’m going to believe in you until the end, Kiri- no… Kyouko.” Maizono choked on the words. “You were there for me when I was afraid, and- even if that was feigned, I still felt like nothing could hurt me when I was with you. You were kind to me! You… you can’t be the culprit!”
Kirigiri felt her resistance buckle, followed by hot tears on her face. She had betrayed Maizono. She was leaving her alone.
She betrayed your trust by trying to have you framed for Kuwata’s murder.
You betrayed her trust by killing and lying when she chose to believe in you.
A good minute passed. Togami eventually spoke, as if it were a chore. “All this has been very touching, but we still haven’t heard whatever incriminating memories Kirigiri supposedly has, at the other plankton’s insistence. Following that, I motion we get to the vote already.”
Kirigiri straightened her back. Now all eyes had shifted to her.
"I recall… last night, though I can’t remember the exact time. I found myself in the hallways on the second floor."
"Why were you there?"
"Let her finish!"
Kirigiri cleared her throat. “I recall the sensations, largely. I do remember something hitting me on the back of the head, but I also remember the feeling of dragging a body. That’s why I feared it must have been me.”
"Kyouko…"
"It seems as if we have the story now. Should we vote?"
"I figure we should."
"Yeah…"
"Upupupupu!"
She refused to turn her head at that unmistakable giggle.
"Are ya punks givin’ up already? Good, ‘cause I was starting to get bored with all your talk!"
"We believe we’ve a conclusion."
"Alright! It’s voting time!"
This was it. This was how it would end. They’d vote on the panels in front of them. Sentence her. Strap her in. Watch her die.
For a moment, she closed her eyes, and heard her father beckon.
"YOU’VE GOT THAT WRONG!"
Kirigiri’s eyes snapped open. That wasn’t her father’s voice. First, it was too feminine. Second, Fujisaki held her frail arm pointed an inch from Monobear’s face.
"Fujisaki, what is it?!”
"Yeah! We know it was her, ‘right?"
"Nyohoho! Looks like Fujisaki-san’s finally got some guts!"
"What d’you mean, guts-"
"ALL OF YOU BE QUIET!" Maizono slammed her hands down again. "We have to listen to what she has to say!"
"Uu… I… I, um…" Chihiro clasped her hands. "I’m sorry for the disturbance, but… I never told you what I saw because of a… a threatening letter I received."
"A threatening letter?"