#angst comfort
An anonymous has requested:
“I’ve wanted to request Ultimate Imposter x Reader, but the reader has PTSD (the kind that leads to panic attacks and derealization).”
I would love to answer to your request! ^^
And I find this to be such a wholesome request as Ultimate Imposter is sadly very underrated in the Danganronpa community and he’s a large comfort character for me. In the anime, he was always there for Ryota and I’m glad I got this request.
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Ultimate Imposter Comforts you During a Panic Attack (☆ - ❤︎)
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Content/Trigger Warning: This fic has mentions of slight blood, mentions of PTSD, selfshaming, panic attacks, and the reader being in an overall state of stress and slight depression.
Comfort Angst.
FEM!Reader x Ultimate Imposter
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A cabin had the door slammed shut a little bit ago. The window was wide open for air and the door was left unlocked. Whoever was in there wanted air and to be alone, but she knew someone would probably come by.
A girl curled up into a ball, shaking in fear. Just mere moments ago, she was coughing up whatever she had eaten down the toilet, only to see the red blood that is meant to be stored in her body.
Was this her punishment? Was this meant to happen? She was vulnerable.
A few days ago, Hiyoko was calling her a fat pig because she was bigger than the smaller girl. Naturally she was bigger and she knew Saionji was only saying it to get on her nerves, but she can’t help but feel insecure. Didn’t help the fact that this wasn’t the first time she was called overweight in her life.
She was shamed and bullied into thinking she was fatter than a cow. Just looking into a mirror, no matter how much she tries to see herself as perfect, she was just too big.
She didn’t fit in clothes, nor did she fit sitting on the couch with friends. When Nidai tried picking her up, he accidentally muttered about how she was heavier than everyone else. She knew he didn’t mean it. But still…
They began to cough into her hand from lack of air thanks to her crying.
“Hey…” That voice. It was coming from behind the door but you would be stupid not to know who it was. “Can I… Come in…?”
She hummed in acceptance, watching as he walked inside. She knew of his case and how he really wasn’t Togami. He’s even pretended to be Ryota for an entire 2 years. In agreement of her opening up about her insecurities to him, he opened up about some of his life to her.
He sat down with a huff and wrapped his arms around her. “It’s.. Going to be okay…”
She sniffled and more tears ran down her face. “I don’t understand… What did I ever do? Do I just not fit their expectations? Am I too nice? Am I too big? Am I too childish? Am I-” She was cut off with a pat to the head. She looked up and gazed into his eyes.
“Hey. You are you. And if nobody likes you that way, then they are stupid.” He looked into her eyes before pulling her into a hug. “I mean, look at me. There’s no way you’re bigger than me.” She laughed and wiped her away.
“You’re a nice person, you know that? Someone would have to be stupid to hate you.” She smiled softly at him.
He let out a small chuckle before looking out her window. “You’d be surprised really.” He pointed to her and continued to speak to her. “Listen closely. If anyone messes with you ever again, find me. I won’t hesitate to lecture them. Nobody will ever mess with you. I won’t allow it.”
The duo smiled at each other until he spoke up with, “C'mon. Food always solves this sort of problem.”
“I’m okay. I think I’ll just sleep for a bit..”
It was quiet. The nice quiet. Leaning into his chest, she relaxed her legs and let them fall a bit.
Silence. That’s all she needed.
As well as the comfort of The Ultimate Imposter. That’s all she needed.
That’s all she could ask for.
The two were cuddled up against each other. One was listening to her breathing. The other was listening to his heart beat.
They loved the moment dearly.
Blocking out the world, they fell asleep on the wooden floor. Together.
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A/N: Ack- I’m so sorry this took so long, Anon! I kept getting distracted and then I was indulged in my own mental problems. I’m not the greatest at writing angst so it’s crying worthy, but it’s comfort. So The Ultimate Imposter cuddling you until you fall asleep on the floor is just what I personally would need.
Was I the only kid to ever fall asleep on the floor as a way of comfort?
