and this video originally already had a weird filter on it

Prompt: Naegi and Nanami swapping hoodies. That’s all I have to say. Go nuts. @rpbattleman

A/N Well they do have the same height and I do have an unhealthy obsession with hoodies so why not? In hindsight, I don’t know what happened. The characters wrote this themselves.

Hoodie Swap - Naegi and Nanami ft the rest of the cast

Wearing a hoodie was so much like second skin that they didn’t notice that they were wearing different hoodies.

Naegi wouldn’t even have noticed it and he probably would have gone home wearing it if his classmates hadn’t helpfully pointed it out.

“Halt! Naegi, how many times must we go over this? A hoodie is not welcome in a school environment. You are in clear violation of the school’s dress code.” Ishimaru was quick to reprimand him as soon as he entered the classroom.

“Huh? But isn’t it okay when it’s functional? It’s been getting colder lately so I thought the extra layer could help.” Naegi explained his reasons.

“I must admit that it is actually allowed to wear jackets provided that they aren’t needlessly distracting.” Ishimaru corrected himself and then pointed in accusation. “However! Yours is unconventionally designed! And quite honestly, I am distracted enough!”

“What do you mean? I thought it was plain enough.” Naegi replied with a lost expression.

“Can’t say I agree with your tastes for plain.” Mondo said from behind him as he reached out and pulled Naegi’s hood over him. “Cat ears eh? And here I figured you were more of a dog person.”

“What are you talking about?” Naegi asked, now more confused than before.

“I think it’s cute.” Maizono shared with a smile. “It’s unexpected but that’s what makes him look even cuter!”

“Master Naegi, if you would kindly listen to my request…” Yamada popped up beside him and positioned Naegi’s hand so that it was closed like a fist and raised beside his face. “Like nya.” He instructed as he demonstrated the action.

“Nya?” Naegi pawed uncertain as he tilted his head in confusion which only added to his catlike performance.

“Hold that pose!” Enoshima expertly slid in front of him and raised her phone to take pictures. “Okay now do that again with voice so I can get this on video.” She smiled widely behind her phone as she laughed. “Upupu… This is priceless! But I am willing to negotiate a price to any potential buyer.”

“Wait, is there something weird on my hoodie?” Naegi asked again as he slowly began to piece what was off with his garment.

“Well it’s not like there’s something wrong with the hoodie itself.” Fujisaki timidly answered. “It’s just that it’s… different from what you would usually wear.”

“Or is this something like your secret hobby?” Kuwata interjected with a smirk. “Because if it was, it’s cool, man. We won’t judge.”

Okay now that last remark convinced him that he was definitely wearing the wrong hoodie. He filtered his memories for any embarrassing hoodies he owned that he may have worn by accident. None seemed to strike him that would stand out. Last time he checked, he didn’t own any with cat ears unless… His eyes immediately went towards his sleeves and upon the familiar color, he confirmed just whose hoodie he was wearing.

“I’m wearing someone else’s hoodie…” He mumbled his revelation.

“Oh my, you’re quite the bold type to wear your girlfriend’s clothes.” Celes commented with a giggle. “Although it’s quite unconventional considering it’s usually the girl who wears the guy’s clothes afterwards.”

“W-What?!” Naegi could only spluter at her insinuation. “It’s n-not like that! In the first place, she isn’t even my girlfriend!”

“Back the fuck up. How did our resident herbivore land a girl before I could? I mean, I’m way cooler than him!” Kuwata took offense to the new information.

“With that kind of attitude, it’s no wonder.” Maizono commented offhandedly.

“So this is the source of today’s commotion? How absolutely trivial. I suppose this is the gossip that you commoner enjoy.” Togami scoffed from his seat. “Very well, consider this an honor. I shall allow you to indulge us in such to pass time.”

“Oh! Oh! I definitely want to hear this one!” Asahina all but squealed in excitement. “Yeah, tell us more about your girlfriend!”

Naegi blushed at that comment. “She’s not my girlfriend!” He denied.

“Hmm? Is that so?” Kirigiri intervened and although her face was the picture of calmness, there was a certain sharpness inflected in her tone, an underlying threat. “The evidence suggests others. Please, explain that by all means.”

“I didn’t mean to. It was an accident, okay!” He blurted out words without much thought in his panic.

“Naegi, that’s not nice to say about your girlfriend.” Asahina frowned in disappointment.

“Whether intentional or not, one must be prepare to take full responsibility of one’s actions.” Sakura reprimanded him as well.

“No, that’s not it. You guys are misunderstanding.” Naegi raised his hands in an appeal. “I was hanging out with a friend who happens to be a girl but isn’t my girlfriend and then I may have accidentally picked up her hoodie instead of mine.”

“Then w-why are you so d-defensive about it, huh?” Fukawa accused with a disgusted expression. “Just because you have a g-girlfriend now you’re g-gloating her already.”

“So you have a girlfriend now…” Ikusaba quietly sulked at one corner.

“Did you not hear what I just said? This is all just a misunderstanding.” He insisted, practically pleaded at this point.

“Chill, Naegichi. I believe in you!” Hagakure gave him a thumbs up in support.

“Hagakure…” Naegi smiled gratefully towards his friend. “At least someone’s on my side.”

“There’s no way you could get a girlfriend so aliens must have abducted your hoodie and replaced it with theirs which is filled with all sorts of probing stuff.” Hagakure added from way at the back of the room.

Whatever hope he had been filled with was instantly shattered.

“Ah, I should’ve known. It’s Hagakure. Why did I even expect?” Naegi sighed as he sank his face into his hands, defeated.

And as they hounded him with questions and camera phones, he took comfort at the fact that at least the hoodie was comfortable and warm just like how it reminded him of its original owner.

Nanami wouldn’t even have noticed it and she probably would have gone home wearing it if her classmates hadn’t helpfully pointed it out.

“Hi, Nanami. Welcome back.” Koizumi greeted her as soon as she returned. “Hey, that’s a new color on you.”

“Yeah, what’s with the outfit change?” Saionji asked offhandedly but quickly narrowed her eyes as she felt something unusual about Nanami’s choice in clothing. “Hey, is it just me or is that color disgustingly familiar?”

“Huh, what are the odds of that?” Komaeda said from behind as he just entered the classroom too. He smiled at her. “Now it looks like we’re matching.”

Nanami stare at Komaeda’s hoodie and then back to her own sleeves which she was slightly surprised to find them as dark green like his. She could already piece what had happened given the owner’s luck but it hardly fazed her. She could always ask for her hoodie after classes or tomorrow so she had nothing to worry about. Oddly enough, it fitted her quite well so she had no qualms wearing this in the meantime.

It was strange to wear green instead of her usual brown or blue one but it was just a bit funny since it complimented Komaeda’s own hoodie. “I guess we do match.” She smiled lightly.

There was a peaceful lull in the room… until all hell broke loose.

“Wait! Wait! Waaaaait!” Souda yelled and ran towards them with tears in his eyes. “You guys are wearing matching clothes like what couples do? Someone please tell me this is a joke before I faint.”

“What dark sorcery is this indeed? To have enraptured a divine being without alerting my zodiac generals, truly only a fiend could accomplish such a feat!” Tanaka bellowed with his usual dramatic flair. “Tell me, mortal of unfortunate chance, what are your nefarious intentions with the holy one?”

“In my country, couples wear matching crowns. I now see that this is Japan’s equivalent.” Sonia said with practically sparkling eyes. “I will take note of hoodies when I return to inform my people of such cultural highlights.”

“Let’s not jump into conclusions just yet. We haven’t even asked them if they’re actually an item now.” Koizumi did her best at crowd control and when she was closer to the two, she whispered lowly, “Please feel free to deny all accusations.”

“Yeah! As if Big sis Nanami would ever date trash like Komaeda!” Saionji vehemently shouted “I mean just look at him! She could definitely do better than this hope fanatic!”

“Well you’re not wrong. I am just lowly trash undeserving of love especially from someone with hope as bright as Nanami’s.” Komaeda agreed with a cheerful laugh.

Nanami huffed at his self-deprecating comments. “Komaeda, you should value yourself more. Whether or not I’d want to date you shouldn’t be a standard for your worth.” She then smiled softly at him. “Remember, you are always worth it.”

“What’s with that moment? Surely it was charged with love!” Hanamura jumped at them. “Now tell me, what sorts of love have you two already engaged in? The more physical, the more details I’ll be needing.”

“I suggest you refrain your tongue from spouting any more.” Pekoyama intervened with her bamboo sword right at his throat. “It would do you good to hold back a bit more and respect their privacy on the matter.”

“Oi! Don’t think you can get away with harrassing them. It’s their choice if they want to share anything. So don’t go doing anything that I would need to silence you for, got it?” Kuzuryuu threatened Hanamura but it was all in good will. He then turned to the two still in the hot seat. “You two better start confessing if anything’s going on or else the rest of these guys are going to go off with crazy ideas.”

“An unexpected ship has sailed! Ibuki calls dibs on being the captain! And as captain, I will see to it that this ship reaches the shores!” Ibuki hollered as she strummed on her guitar. “Alright! Let’s sail this ship away!”

“A rarepair, huh. Well it’s not unheard of.” Ryotwo thoughtfully commented. “It’s just a bit suspicious that there weren’t enough flags triggered and there’s suddenly a development.”

“Ack! A critical hit!” Ibuki dramatically clutched her hand over her chest as if she was shot right there. “Not even an hour in and someone’s already attacking my ship! The sea is merciless as ever!”

“Attack? So there’s a fight, yeah?” Owari’s ears perked at the mere mention of the word. “Let me at them! I’ll be sure to fight and win for ya.”

“If it’s a fight you want then I won’t hold back either.” Nidai crackled with energy. “Looks like I have no choice but to do damage control again.”

For the two people who were the center of attention, they took it more calmly than most would.

“Ahaha, everyone’s full of hope like always. Truly, what a wonderful class this is.” Komaeda’s grin reached his ears.

“I’m glad that everyone’s having fun over this.” Nanami seconded with a smile of her own.

And as they hounded her with questions and camera phones, she took comfort at the fact that at least the hoodie was comfortable and warm just like how it reminded her of its original owner.

Saudade: Ch8

To be completely honest, it had surprised you that Brendon never called again. Since you were with Josh at the café, he hadn’t even shot you a single text. Although you were partially glad, because yes, you had promised yourself that you would finally clear him from your head, another part of you was worried. What if something was wrong? What if something had happened to him? What if he was angry at you for some reason? You shouldn’t have really cared that much in the first place, but you did. So that’s why you decided to pull up to his house that day, no warning, no impure intentions in mind, and no other reason than to simply just check up on him, as a friend. When you knocked on the door, Brendon opened it up, a surprised look on his face. He looked like he had just gotten up out of bed, disheveled hair, wrinkled gray shirt, tight black jeans, and socks. Bogart and Penny were already racing towards the door and pawing at your legs excitedly, but Brendon looked pretty shocked. “Wow,” he gave a soft laugh, drinking in your presence. You didn’t mean to be over or under dressed, but after seeing Brendon, it was pretty obvious you were the more composed one of the two. You had your hair done up nicely with a casual blouse and a skirt, along with heels, which you wore purely for the fact that it made you feel confident and fancy. “You finally came around.”

“Finally?” you raised an eyebrow. “You never gave another text or call.”

“I thought you were busy,” he shrugged, opening the door further and letting you in. “You could’ve texted or called too, you know.”

“What are you up to?” you wondered, glancing at the living room. There was an open beer bottle, a paused video game on the television screen, and a half eaten bag of chips on the table.

“Taking a break from the studio,” he explained, letting you sit down beside him. “I just finished a new song and thought I deserved a day off. I was just playing a little bit of Outlast, settling down with a beer, grabbing a snack, usual shit. Uh, you want one?”

“A beer?” you questioned.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Take the edge off things.”

“What edge?” you inquired.

“I don’t know, you look a bit tense,” he pointed out. “Or maybe you’re just anxious to see me.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “Sure I’ll take a beer.”

“Knew you would,” he winked, getting up and heading to the kitchen. Bogart hopped up on the couch and settled in your lap, and you pet him softly, looking around and remembering everything that was Brendon’s house. The Sinatra painting, the way the sunlight filtered through the windows, the pool out in the backyard, the elegant yet laid back atmosphere. When Brendon came back with the beer he handed it to you and let you take a sip before easing into the couch, Bogart hopping off your lap and prancing towards the kitchen. Brendon cleared his throat. “So how’d the trip go?”

“Trip?” you wondered.

“To go see your boyfriend,” he reminded. “Josh, you know?”

“Oh yeah, yeah,” you snapped back to reality. “It was good.”

“How was the show?” he asked.

“Amazing,” you sighed. “Fuck it was like a party. Those two boys, they’re really talented. It’s great. I had a blast.”

“You should come to one of my shows sometime,” Brendon nudged. “I think you’d like it.”

“Why? Do you run around in a hamster ball too?” you joked.

“Nah, but I can do a pretty mean backflip,” he shrugged, taking a gulp of his beer.

“What? Now you’re trying to compete with Josh?” you eyed him strangely. “Come on, we all know that’s his thing.”

“Nah, pretty sure I’ve been doing it longer,” Brendon argued.

“Uh huh,” you drew out slowly.

“I was doing backflips in music videos before Josh was even dropped his first album,” he narrowed his eyes. “You know I’m right, y/n.”

“Oh shut up,” you laughed. “Well what else does your show have to offer?”

“Just come and see it for yourself,” he insisted.

“You’re not even on tour,” you pointed out.

“Well duh,” he chuckled. “But when I am. You should come to a show. Bring Josh even.”

“Yeah?” you wondered, surprised.

“Definitely,” Brendon nodded. “I can get you guys tickets. It would be a good time.”

“Okay,” you gave a small smile. “I’d like that.”

“So anyways,” he steered the conversation back to the original question he had in mind. “Did you have any fun with Josh?”

“Fun?” you raised your eyebrows. “You might need to elaborate on that.”

“Come on,” he narrowed his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“I really don’t,” you decided played dumb, nonchalantly taking a sip of your beer.

“Did you get any action?” he smiled slyly. “I mean, being away from each other that long, I’m sure you did.”

“Depends what you define as action,” you shrugged.

“Why are you playing innocent all of a sudden?” Brendon sighed. “Come on, I know how truly dirty and naughty you can be. Just tell me, baby.”

“Why do you want to know?” you retorted. “Why is it so important?”

“Because I want to make sure he’s treating you right,” he responded.

You blinked twice. “What?” That definitely wasn’t the answer you were expecting.

“I don’t doubt that he is, but I need to make sure,” Brendon insisted. “Did he fuck you right?”

“W-well we didn’t technically fuck,” you admitted, looking down at your heels.

“What?” he inquired.

“I mean, I uh, I don’t know,” your voice grew soft. “No, I guess by definition, we didn’t fuck.” You took a deep breath. “Look, it’s weird to talk about it like this.”

“It shouldn’t be,” he argued.

“Fine, if you want to know so bad, I gave him a blowjob and then we got interrupted and he ignored me, okay?” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “And then later he fingered me in the bathroom.”

“Woah, wait. He ignored you? After you just sucked him off like that?” Brendon looked a bit hurt.

“Shut up, it’s over now,” you rolled your eyes. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not fine,” he insisted. “He’s your boyfriend. He’s supposed to take care of you. You give him a blowjob, he’s supposed to eat you out for hours, make you cum three times in a row, make you feel pure bliss. Not shove you in a bathroom a couple hours later and finger you for a minute or two. Jesus Christ.”

“Why do you even care?” you challenged.

“Because,” Brendon sighed, setting down his beer and leaning in close to you. “I think he’s taking your gorgeous body for granted.”

“Yeah?” you wondered, raising an eyebrow and moving in even closer, lips barely touching his. “Why? What would you do if I was yours?”

“Kiss you,” he murmured, closing his eyes slowly before opening them up again to look right into yours. “Over and over again.”

“What else?” you whispered, your hands reaching up to cup his face.

“Fuck you right,” he added. “Make you feel so amazing.”

“Then show me,” you barely breathed before his lips landed on yours and you were kissing, your hands snaking underneath his shirt and pulling it up in handfuls and over his head, tossing it to the side. His hands moved to your chest to squeeze your breasts gently before unbuttoning your blouse, opening that up and sliding it down your arms before carefully laying you down on the couch and kissing your mouth, your neck, your chest. He was kissing down your stomach when he glanced up at you and chuckled softly.

“Miss me?” he smirked.

“Would you think for a second that I didn’t?” you shot back a naughty smile, and he looped his thumbs underneath your skirt, him pressing his lips to kiss right below your naval softly before tugging down your skirt and exposing your underwear. He slid them down your legs and helped you wiggle out of your heels, then set them on the coffee table before attacking you with kisses again. His lips traveled down your body before reaching in between your legs, him positioning your thighs around his head before delving his tongue into your folds, making you moan his name and tug at his hair. “Fuck Brendon that feels so amazing.”

“Mmm say my name like that babygirl,” he instructed. “God you taste so sweet.” His tongue swirled inside you, making your stomach do flips, your thighs tightening around his head, your head tilted back and mouth open, spilling out praises and curses and moans and sighs until you came.

“Oh holy fuck, daddy,” you moaned aloud as you orgasmed and he instantly froze. You gasped for air, then felt yourself tense at the realization. Brendon lifted his head from between your thighs, licking your juices off from his lips, then staring at you directly.

“What did you call me?” he asked deliberately slowly.

“I-I’m sorry I d-didn’t mean to, it just came out, I s-swear that- ” you began to stammer out but Brendon only climbed back up your body, his face leaning in close to yours.

“What did you call me?” he repeated, this time twice as slow. Your body was shaking and trembling at his words, the way his fingers curled around your shoulders, his intimidating eyes were piercing your gaze.

“Nothing,” you lied, eyes shying away from his and looking towards the side.

“Something,” he used one of his hands to tilt your chin up so you had to look him in the eyes. “Say it again.”

“What? Are you just trying to humiliate me?” you spat, annoyed.

“I heard what I heard,” Brendon argued, tightening his grip on your chin. “Now call me daddy again or else you’re going to get some punishments, sweetheart.”

“Why what are you going to do?” you gave a sly smile. You hesitated a moment before adding on what he had been dying to hear you say again. “Daddy?”

“Fuck,” he closed his eyes and drew his lip between his teeth. “I love that.”

“Do you now?” you wondered innocently, running your hands down his chest.

“God, do you call Josh that?” he asked, eyeing you curiously.

“No,” you shook your head, blushing. “I’ve never done that before, it just kind of happened.”

“Well don’t you stop,” Brendon smirked. “Because I fucking love it.”

“Yeah?” you prodded.

“Yeah, but just for me,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you again and this time your hands slipped down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He pulled out a condom from his back pocket and tore it open before you tugged the fabric down his legs and he kicked them off, letting you remove his boxers and let his erection spring free, handing you the condom and letting you roll it over his length, your hands stroking him softly before lining him up with your entrance, both of your ragged breaths the only noise within the moment of anticipation. When he sunk into you, you moaned loudly, your fingers clawing into his back, nails scratching his skin and head tilting up to gasp as he filled you up to the hilt. “God, I missed this beautiful tight little cunt so much. You feel fucking amazing, sweetheart.”

“Please,” you whined. “I want you to fuck me rough, daddy. Just how I like it.”

“Mmm that’s right, beg for it babygirl,” he insisted, refusing to move until you continued your pleads. You bucked your hips up but he took his hand and forcefully pushed it back into place, eyes glaring at you with warning to do as told.

“Goddammit, I need it,” you complained. “Please, I want to feel you move in and out of me. Fuck me hard and fast. I miss the way you would fuck me senseless until I was sore the next morning.”

A moment of silence passed as he finally came to the realization. “Josh doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?” Brendon smirked, starting to thrust in and out of you slowly. “What a shame.” You shook your head and he just chuckled softly, quickening up the pace and making moans spill out of your mouth. “That’s right, tell me how much you love my cock.”

“Fuck it feels so good, daddy,” you gasped, clinging onto his body as he thrust in and out.

“Cum for me baby,” he insisted. “Let me feel that gorgeous pussy of yours.”

“Holy fuck,” you gasped as your walls clenched around his cock, your body shaking as he came as well, drowning you in bliss, both of you riding out your orgasms. When he pulled out he kissed your lips before getting up, sliding off the condom and walking to the kitchen before coming back, laying back down beside you and wrapping you in his arms so that you were laying on top of him, your arms wrapped around his neck. Several moments of silence passed before he decided to finally talk.

“So uh, if I asked a question, could you answer it truthfully for me, y/n?” Brendon wondered.

“Yeah of course,” you sighed, snuggling up closer towards him and laying your head in the crook of his neck.

A second of quietness settled in the air before he decided to state the question. “Who fucks you better?” he asked casually. “Me or Josh?”

You swallowed uncomfortably, biting down on your lower lip. It was obvious, he shouldn’t even be asking this question. “You,” you barely whispered.

“Okay,” he mumbled, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before closing his eyes, smug smile on his face displaying his satisfaction with your response. “I was just wondering.”

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