Each of the chapters of this work is another fanfic prompt or one-shot originally posted on my blog at hopeymchope dot tumblr dot com. These take place across the entire span of Naegi/Kirigiri's lives, ranging from their time at Hope's Peak prior to the first game all the way up to their relationship after they've re-opened Hope's Peak after the end of Danganronpa 3.

I hope you find something you enjoy.

"What do you think sounds good for dinner tonight?" Kyoko asked, leaning on the island in their kitchen.

Makoto Naegi was sitting on the couch in the adjoining living room, staring down at a tablet PC. From where Kyoko was standing, she could only tell that he was playing some sort of game involving brightly colored gemstones of some kind. She could see the right side of his face from her location.

When he didn't answer, Kyoko smiled at him in amusement. "Earth to Naegi," she called out, raising her voice slightly louder this time. "Can you hear me, or are you distracted by shiny objects?"

Makoto continued tapping the jewels on his screen without so much as a glance in her direction.

Kyoko frowned in irritation. "Really? You're giving me the silent treatment?" She sighed in exasperation. "How very adult of you."

Over on the couch, Makoto scratched the back of his head with his left hand, then returned both hands to his game.

"You know, my grandfather used to do this to me," she told him. "Not Fuhito — my maternal grandfather." Kyoko narrowed her eyes at the man on the couch. "It used to make me so angry that I started grinding my teeth. So please, spare my dental work and tell me what's on your mind."

Makoto closed his eyes for a second and leaned his head to the left, stretching his neck with a subtle pop. As soon as he felt the release, he moved his head back into its upright position again.

"Is this related to the dog conversation?" Kyoko prodded, undeterred. She folded her arms. "You do realize that it's not my fault that I'm allergic, right?"

Makoto scowled at the screen in front of him.

"Is that all the response I'm going to get?" Kyoko asked, her volume growing.

Makoto's expression quickly transformed into a confident smirk, but he still kept his eyes locked on the tablet.

"Seriously?" Kyoko huffed. "You're acting like a child right now."

She walked around the kitchen's island and headed towards the couch with a determined glare on her face, ready to confront him head-on.

Before she could get in front of him, Makoto glanced over to see her approaching and smiled sincerely, then looked back at the tablet so he could pause something.

"Kyoko, you've gotta try these!" he said happily as he looked back to her. He reached his right hand towards the nearest ear, pulling out a translucent earbud.

Kyoko froze in place just a few steps away. Her mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out.

"The ninth division found these when they were looking for useful tech in the Towa buildings," Makoto explained with excitement. "They're wireless and practically invisible, but they cancel out sound like one of those big earmuff sets! I feel like I'm in the middle of a live concert with-"

He cut himself off when he saw Kyoko blushing in embarassment. "Um, did I… say something… dirty?" he asked nervously.

Kyoko blinked at him once. "Ahh," she began uncertainly. Then she blinked again. "I mean, no," she finally responded. "You're… that is, everything's fine, Makoto."

Makoto jumped up and stepped over to her, putting his hands on her hips. "You're gorgeous when you're flustered," he cooed happily. "But… why are you flustered?"

"I can't imagine," Kyoko fibbed, allowing a small sheepish grin to play across her lips.

Makoto reached up with his right hand and lovingly brushed her lavender hair behind her left ear.

"Then… are you ready to listen to something?" he asked, still smiling at her. He held up the translucent earbud in his right hand.

"Okay," she answered. "I'm ready." Kyoko closed her eyes expectantly, still smiling a little to herself over her own foolishness.

Makoto pulled Kyoko up against him and leaned his head forward. Then, he gently blew warm air into her left ear. She inhaled sharply as she felt the air on the back of her neck standing on end and a pleasant shock traveling down her spine.

Kyoko shuddered and grinned broadly. "Not what I expected," she whispered to him, clearly pleased.

"Sorry," Makoto whispered back insincerely. "Couldn't resist."