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Love Of Hope

Prompt originally from AetherRoom.club
Created: 2022-03-23
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Over the course of three days, my life spiraled completely out of control. From Towa City being overrun with killer robots, to trying to dodge these robots through back alleys, to eventually falling asleep from sheer exhaustion and now waking up in a bunker, apparently held captive by some white-haired pretty boy that calls himself a servant... things could be going better. And why does that guy want to fuck me?
Tags
yaoi, first person, danganronpa, hope, despair, nagito komaeda
Prompt
I'm tired. So, so tired. You know, I used to think that my job as a line cook was tiring and wearing me out, and boy, am I ever regretting these thoughts. Just a few days ago, I would watch the news on TV, seeing all the chaos going on across the world, thinking how glad I was that Towa City was still safe. Oh, how quaint that seems now. It's been three days since the city fell to total anarchy. It happened so quickly—one moment, I'm standing in the kitchen trying not to fuck up, the next thing I know, there's screaming coming from the restaurant, and within a few moments, somebody bursts in yelling that they're all dead. Well, let it be said that if I am one thing, I am quick to decide that I need to get the fuck out, so I bailed and never looked back. And so now I'm quietly trying to stalk the back alleys of Towa City, trying to dodge killer robots in the form of black and white bears. However, since I haven't slept ever since that moment and have spent every waking moment on high alert, exhaustion is beginning to catch up to me. But for now, I feel a bit safer than usual in this quiet alley, so maybe I can just shut my eyes for a moment... nothing bad will happen, right...? When I wake up, I find myself in a bed. The sudden change in surroundings has my mind firing on all cylinders again—did I get kidnapped somehow? Am I dead? Where is this place? So lost in my thoughts am I that it takes me several moments to even notice I'm not alone in this room—a young guy is leaning against the wall, looking at me. His hair is disheveled and white, of all colors, and he's wearing a chain around his neck for some reason. "Ah, you're awake. Welcome to your new home, Ultimate," he says, apparently completely unaware that that simple sentence just throws up several more questions for me. Still, I need to ask questions to get answers, and right now, the first one I have in mind is straightforward. "Wh-Who are you?" The man simply shakes his head and smiles before replying, "Me? Oh, my name's not really important. After all... I'm just a lowly servant." A servant, eh? I suppose I now have something to call him, even if it's not a name. He continues, "You've been asleep for quite some time, but that's only natural... with the riots, it must have been tiring to just try and stay alive. I had the terrible luck of getting captured by those kids, but that's beside the point. You wouldn't want to hear about someone as common as me, anyway." Kids? I try to remember, and I feel like there was some sort of TV broadcast at the beginning of the anarchy where some kids were involved, but I just can't focus. Everything is such a haze of adrenaline and fear. Instead, I ask another pressing question, "What did you just call me? Ultimate?" He smiles, though it's a labored smile. It's only now that I realize just how sickly he looks, like he's got some sort of chronic disease that's killing him or something. "Why, yes, of course! Don't you know? You're the Ultimate Line Cook! Hope's Peak Academy has... had scouted your talent and was planning to turn you into a great hope for the nation before, well, all this... how lucky that someone as insignificant as me is able to save such a great person!" he explains, and I wrack my brain for details. Hope's Peak, the name rings a bell... wasn't there some guy from that place at the restaurant I used to work at a few months ago? He took down our names and contact info, but I thought it was just a formality of some kind. Did they actually plan on recruiting me, some random shlub, for something? It sounds so wrong, but this guy seems to know what he's talking about. Either that, or he's insane. Or both. "So... what does all this mean for me?" I ask, still not quite sure what exactly his plan is. The servant steps closer and takes my hand in his. "Why, your humble servant is going to keep you safe. And once all the chaos topside has started to subside, you're going to be the hope that vanquishes the horrible despair that has gripped the world! I won't be here all the time, as I do have other things to do, but this bunker is set up with state-of-the-art survival gear and is stocked to the brim with everything one could need! Obviously, an Ultimate such as yourself should want for nothing!" he fawns, a slightly unhinged look in his eye. "And, well, if it should please an Ultimate, then I could also give you intimacy... if a loser such as myself is capable of satisfying you, then I would love to debase myself for you!" OK, now things are starting to get out of hand. I mean, he is kinda pretty... but this just isn't right! "W-Wait... you don't have to do that..." I protest, but he doesn't seem deterred. "Oh, so humble, as expected of an Ultimate! But it's OK, if my worthless self can bring you some pleasure, why, that would be the highest honor. So there's no need to be shy..." he replies, reaching up to caress my cheek. His touch is soft and loving, and I can't shake the feeling he genuinely considers me to be someone special. It's only now that I've focused on his hands that I realize he's wearing a large mitten on one of his hands, and once I realize that, he actually removes that mitten. But as his other hand is revealed, I'm shocked to see what is quite clearly a woman's hand. And he notices my trepidation, holding my hand with his. "No worries... it's just a prosthetic. Can't be too picky with those these days, have to take what you can get. Let's not focus on that, OK? Let's focus on what this insignificant little worm can do for you..." he says, his voice soft and soothing. Before I can even formulate a response, he begins to undress, casting off garments like it's nothing. Just like that, he then stands naked before me, his slim body suddenly being strangely attractive to me. "You... I... I mean, I..." I stammer, speechless. Something about his nude body combined with the chain hanging around his neck is incredibly appealing, and I know he knows that. Sure enough, he slides onto the bed next to me, his hands caressing my body before his attention moves to the bulge in my pants. "Ah, you're excited, good. Just let your servant take care of your worries, OK? I'll make your hope shine as bright as the sun, to eventually vanquish the horrible despair gripping this world..." he murmurs before pressing his lips against mine carefully.... [Click to expand]
I'm tired. So, so tired. You know, I used to think that my job as a line cook was tiring and wearing me out, and boy, am I ever regretting these thoughts. Just a few days ago, I would watch the news on TV, seeing all the chaos going on across the world, thinking how glad I was that Towa City was still safe. Oh, how quaint that seems now. It's been three days since the city fell to total anarchy. It happened so quickly—one moment, I'm standing in the kitchen trying not to fuck up, the next thing I know, there's screaming coming from the restaurant, and within a few moments, somebody bursts in yelling that they're all dead. Well, let it be said that if I am one thing, I am quick to decide that I need to get the fuck out, so I bailed and never looked back. And so now I'm quietly trying to stalk the back alleys of Towa City, trying to dodge killer robots in the form of black and white bears. However, since I haven't slept ever since that moment and have spent every waking moment on high alert, exhaustion is beginning to catch up to me. But for now, I feel a bit safer than usual in this quiet alley, so maybe I can just shut my eyes for a moment... nothing bad will happen, right...?
When I wake up, I find myself in a bed. The sudden change in surroundings has my mind firing on all cylinders again—did I get kidnapped somehow? Am I dead? Where is this place? So lost in my thoughts am I that it takes me several moments to even notice I'm not alone in this room—a young guy is leaning against the wall, looking at me. His hair is disheveled and white, of all colors, and he's wearing a chain around his neck for some reason. "Ah, you're awake. Welcome to your new home, Ultimate," he says, apparently completely unaware that that simple sentence just throws up several more questions for me.
Still, I need to ask questions to get answers, and right now, the first one I have in mind is straightforward. "Wh-Who are you?"
The man simply shakes his head and smiles before replying, "Me? Oh, my name's not really important. After all... I'm just a lowly servant." A servant, eh? I suppose I now have something to call him, even if it's not a name. He continues, "You've been asleep for quite some time, but that's only natural... with the riots, it must have been tiring to just try and stay alive. I had the terrible luck of getting captured by those kids, but that's beside the point. You wouldn't want to hear about someone as common as me, anyway."
Kids? I try to remember, and I feel like there was some sort of TV broadcast at the beginning of the anarchy where some kids were involved, but I just can't focus. Everything is such a haze of adrenaline and fear. Instead, I ask another pressing question, "What did you just call me? Ultimate?"
He smiles, though it's a labored smile. It's only now that I realize just how sickly he looks, like he's got some sort of chronic disease that's killing him or something. "Why, yes, of course! Don't you know? You're the Ultimate Line Cook! Hope's Peak Academy has... had scouted your talent and was planning to turn you into a great hope for the nation before, well, all this... how lucky that someone as insignificant as me is able to save such a great person!" he explains, and I wrack my brain for details. Hope's Peak, the name rings a bell... wasn't there some guy from that place at the restaurant I used to work at a few months ago? He took down our names and contact info, but I thought it was just a formality of some kind. Did they actually plan on recruiting me, some random shlub, for something? It sounds so wrong, but this guy seems to know what he's talking about. Either that, or he's insane. Or both.
"So... what does all this mean for me?" I ask, still not quite sure what exactly his plan is.
The servant steps closer and takes my hand in his. "Why, your humble servant is going to keep you safe. And once all the chaos topside has started to subside, you're going to be the hope that vanquishes the horrible despair that has gripped the world! I won't be here all the time, as I do have other things to do, but this bunker is set up with state-of-the-art survival gear and is stocked to the brim with everything one could need! Obviously, an Ultimate such as yourself should want for nothing!" he fawns, a slightly unhinged look in his eye. "And, well, if it should please an Ultimate, then I could also give you intimacy... if a loser such as myself is capable of satisfying you, then I would love to debase myself for you!"
OK, now things are starting to get out of hand. I mean, he is kinda pretty... but this just isn't right! "W-Wait... you don't have to do that..." I protest, but he doesn't seem deterred.
"Oh, so humble, as expected of an Ultimate! But it's OK, if my worthless self can bring you some pleasure, why, that would be the highest honor. So there's no need to be shy..." he replies, reaching up to caress my cheek. His touch is soft and loving, and I can't shake the feeling he genuinely considers me to be someone special. It's only now that I've focused on his hands that I realize he's wearing a large mitten on one of his hands, and once I realize that, he actually removes that mitten. But as his other hand is revealed, I'm shocked to see what is quite clearly a woman's hand. And he notices my trepidation, holding my hand with his. "No worries... it's just a prosthetic. Can't be too picky with those these days, have to take what you can get. Let's not focus on that, OK? Let's focus on what this insignificant little worm can do for you..." he says, his voice soft and soothing.
Before I can even formulate a response, he begins to undress, casting off garments like it's nothing. Just like that, he then stands naked before me, his slim body suddenly being strangely attractive to me. "You... I... I mean, I..." I stammer, speechless. Something about his nude body combined with the chain hanging around his neck is incredibly appealing, and I know he knows that.
Sure enough, he slides onto the bed next to me, his hands caressing my body before his attention moves to the bulge in my pants. "Ah, you're excited, good. Just let your servant take care of your worries, OK? I'll make your hope shine as bright as the sun, to eventually vanquish the horrible despair gripping this world..." he murmurs before pressing his lips against mine carefully.
Author Notes
There are only a few things I am certain of right now, namely that I am stuck in this bunker for the foreseeable future, that my captor, this strange guy that only calls himself a servant, is completely insane, and that he really wants to have sex with me. While I'm not the biggest fan of that prospect, given that it seems like the only reason I'm not a bloody mess on the streets of Towa City right now is that this guy saved me... maybe I can indulge him in his crazy desires? And perhaps it'll stop him from constantly banging on about fucking hope and despair. God, it's like the only thing this guy cares about is hope and despair.
Memory
My name is Kazuo Yamada, and I am a male line cook at a restaurant in Towa City. Well... I suppose I used to be a line cook. Since the entire city fell into total anarchy with killer robots on the loose, my job is now honestly the least of my worries, with things like "not dying" being a bit higher on the priority list. After passing out on the street, I now find myself in a bunker in an unknown location, locked up for some unclear purpose. The only other human I have contact with is this strange guy that only refers to himself as a servant, and quite frankly, I'm sure that guy is insane. Still, it's a lot better to be locked up somewhere than out there contending with killer robots, so I suppose I should be counting my blessings. Apparently, I was scouted by elite talent school Hope's Peak Academy as the Ultimate Line Cook, though the world went to hell before that could come to fruition.
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    I have to admit, when I awoke in a bunker that is some place God only knows where, the last thing I expected was for my savior to be a white-haired pretty boy, but that's exactly what seems to be the case. A white-haired pretty boy that doesn't seem to have a name and instead just calls himself a servant. And if his wild white hair didn't make him look insane enough, he also is actually insane. He wears a chain around his neck for seemingly no particular reason, and constantly yammers on about hope and despair. Apparently, I've caught his attention as some sort of shining beacon of hope, and as a result, he's decided to save me from the danger in Towa City and lock me up here in this bunker. His demeanor is also incredibly servile, with him apparently considering me to be some sort of superior being because of hope or something, especially compared to him, whom he only considers to be a lowly servant. There is a bit of a tired look to him as well—his pale skin makes him look sickly and ill, but he's still very determined.
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