He Has Become The Ultimate Hair Creature. Good Job, Nagizuru.

He has become the Ultimate Hair Creature. Good job, Nagizuru.

This was a ton of fun to help you make! Fun shenanigans for us to enjoy. And I hope everyone reading likes it too!

Nagizuru throws a tantrum (SCP Foundation AU)

A silly thing that @draconicsparkle and I wrote together for fun. Nagizuru but he's an SCP. Please enjoy.

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It had started out as a typical day. Well, typical for this place. The SCP Foundation’s bases tended to have bizarre occurances on a daily basis.

But still, it could be relatively routine at times. And it had been shaping up to be that kind of day again. The morning and afternoon had been fine, Hajime keeping SCP-4673 company. It wasn’t hard at all. It mostly consisted of him simply being in the same room as the entity. Though there were moments of physical contact. But not enough to be annoying.

But the evening rolled around, and the two shared the consensus of not wanting to make dinner themselves. So they elected to visit the staff cafeteria. They did this on their lazy nights. So there wasn’t too much panic when Nagizuru teleported them into the room.

“Thank you. Now, let’s see what they have. Want me to grab you something while you get a table?” Hajime asked as he stepped away from the white haired man.

The always present smile widened. “That is a suitable delegation of tasks. Very well. Return to my side as swiftly as you can.” Then he disappeared. Hajime turned to get in line, ignoring the startled shouts of some of the staff who clearly hadn’t expected the Apollyon class monster to appear near them. His sudden teleportation caused some overhead light bulbs to explode, slamming into some unfortunate people in line. The shards completely dodged Hajime, who seemed unaffected by the situation. "Keep that thing away from us, will you?" someone in line yelled. Hajime had to hold back the urge to punch the guy.

Putting that temporarily out of his mind, he accepted two plates of tonight’s dinner. Large bowls of fried rice. The scent was mouthwatering and he found himself excited. He hadn’t had this in several years.

So he quickly walked over to the table Nagizuru had chosen. It was a small one near the back, away from everyone else. Not unusual, as the SCP enjoyed having all of the brunette’s attention on him.

He placed the bowls down on the table with the silverware, pulling his seat in and grabbing a fork. “It smells really good. I might even get seconds.”

He scooped up some with his fork and lifted the steaming food to his mouth. But before he was able to take the bite, he noticed the man across from him. His hair was writhing, as if it was alive. And he was glaring at the bowl in front of him. Hajime sighed and put the fork back down. “And what is the matter?”

Nagizuru glanced up at him before returning to stare at the food. “Rice… and peas.”

Hearing the displeased tone, Hajime groaned. “Again with this? Grow up and just eat them. It’s not like you are allergic or anything.”

Nagizuru’s smile was clearly more of a grimace now. “I refuse. You shouldn’t force yourself to eat repulsive food groups such as these. I shall change it for us.”

The SCP reached for the food, fingertips making contact with it. But Hajime grabbed his bowl and pulled it closer to himself. “Get off! This is mine. And I’m gonna enjoy it. Now you eat yours!”

Nagizuru let out a growl, accompanied by the sound of crackling. The pale limbs began to elongate and the entity’s form also started increasing in scale. In addition, the white hair grew longer and longer.

Several members of the foundation screamed or shouted in fear and the sound of tables and chairs being pushed away or falling were audible. Most of the people were terrified of the creature in front of them and they ran out of the room.

But not Hajime. He didn’t even bat an eye, just returning his attention to his food and picking up the fork. “Throwing a tantrum because you don’t want to eat certain things? How mature.” Hajime started eating his food, as if nothing was amiss. “Return to normal. You are surely breaking things,” he said with his mouth full of peas.

“I will not,” the SCP stated in a voice that sounded layered by dozens of others. He rearranged himself so that his body was more comfortable with the increasing size.

But the creature’s sudden growth pushed over the table they had been sitting at, both bowls of the fried rice falling and splattering onto the floor.

The sight of the food on the ground made Hajime’s patience snap. “Fine. I won’t push it anymore.” But before Nagizuru could feel any sort of victory, he turned around and began walking back to the kitchen area. “However, I intend to enjoy this meal. So I shall get another portion and go find somewhere else to eat it. Away from you so I won't have to put up with your whining.”

“What?” the distorted voice asked in a panicked tone.

Hajime raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “Until you behave and fix everything you broke, I won't talk to you. AND you will need to eat the fried rice.”

He felt something clutch onto his midsection, pulling him back towards the sea of white hair. He could barely see a giant red eye peering down at him, looking far more resigned than defiant. “Okay… I’ll fix everything. And I’ll try it. So don’t leave me. Please?”

Rolling his eyes, he nodded. “Deal.” He looked back to see stunned faces staring at them, peeking through the window door. He shrugged and said:

He poked the face hidden under the white hair. “And stubborn. Now go back to how you normally are, okay? Can you do that for me?” He made sure to ask these questions in a soft tone, knowing that Nagizuru was not able to resist requests when he talked like this.

“Alright,” the SCP said, body shrinking back to how he usually appeared. Once fully human-like again, he embraced the brunette. “I’ll do anything for you, Hajime. Even… eat rice and peas.”

Hajime pet the head in a comforting way. “Good. That’s what I like to hear. Now let’s fix this room back up.”

A whooshing sound occured and all the tables, chairs, and spilled food was back in perfect condition. Hajime rewarded this with a hug of his own. “Thank you.” He separated and pointed to the chair. “Now, let’s have a less chaotic meal. No more shenanigans.”

“No more shenanigans". Nagizuru repeated.

Hajime sat down and picked up his fork, the entity copying him seconds after. Before taking his first bite, he looked at Hajime's eyes with his usual smile, now looking amused.

“… for now.”

First off, check out this.

And this.

Fanart appreciation hour folks!

And it’s another switch to the regular Nagizuru au. This one is another fluffy one to combat the angst from the last one. So let’s have fun, shall we?

Hajime helped Izuru out with a lot of things. That was apparent to everyone in the lighthouse. Seeing as the experiment was not allowed to do much on his own for fear of consequences.

Hajime didn’t mind though. He saw this as an honorable position. So he did everything required of him with no complaint.

And this desire to help kicked into overdrive whenever the Ultimate Hope got sick. He became borderline paranoid of leaving him alone when this happened. So needless to say, the past few days had not been easy on either of them.

Hajime loathed whenever he had to leave Izuru’s room during these times. If he had the choice, he would have stayed in that room with him for practically all hours to monitor his health. Only leaving to acquire the necessary items for regaining health such as food and medicine.

But alas, that was not possible. His superiors demanded constant updates on his condition and the results of the tests. And sadly, they were not willing to allow him outside again like the previous instance when he was sick. Unless it was for a reason that would benefit them, he was to remain locked away in his prison cell of a room.

So Hajime stayed as long as he could, dedicated to helping him recover. And after a few days, his condition improved. Much to his relief.

The day after the fever broke, Hajime came in during the morning hours. “Good morning, sir. How are you feeling?”

Hazy red eyes opened and looked at him. “By my observations, I would say that my health is better than yesterday.”

That gave Hajime an emotional boost. “That’s good to hear! I managed to get some oranges from the table this time. And even a few more books. Would you like to read one while I do the tests?”

But to his surprise, Izuru shook his head. “I shall hold back on reading until I am alone again. I would much rather give you my attention.”

Once more, with a few words, the white haired man managed to fluster him completely. “I… I appreciate it, sir. I’m honored that a lowly servant like myself could hold your attention.”

Izuru hummed, leaning his head on his hand. “You have more than earned it, my dear caretaker. Now then, proceed.”

Still blushing, Hajime did as instructed. The tests flew by and the sedatives were administered. Soon he was able to push the cart to the side and focus on other things. Like peeling the oranges and offering the slices to his charge. He was happy to see the experiment eat them with muted interest. To anyone else, no change would have been noticeable. But Hajime was different. He had the privilege to closely watch all he did.

So he knew that Izuru was enjoying the stolen sweet fruit. And the nearly invisible spark of glee whenever his eyes caught sight of the books was also apparent to him.

However, that changed once Izuru absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair. Only for it to stop at some point in the middle. The smile was still present, but Hajime could tell that he was displeased about this. And the only conclusion he could come to was…

“Is your… hair knotted?”

The glance he got as Izuru retracted his hand from his hair seemed to answer that. But Hajime kept his professional face on. “It must have gotten tangled while you were sick. We weren’t able to do much other than let you rest. Let me get you a brush right away.”

As quick as he could, he went to the bathroom and collected a small brush from a drawer. He returned to the room to see Izuru sitting up on the bed and looking expectantly at him. Which confused him. “Sir? Is there something else you need?” he asked as he tried to hand the brush over.

But the experiment made no move to take it. He instead continued staring. As if he was waiting for Hajime to realize his silent desire.

Eventually, after a minute of thinking, Hajime tentatively asked a question. “Do you… want me to brush it for you?”

The smile widened. “So you came to the answer at last. Correct, my dear caretaker. I instruct you to provide assistance on this. After all, it’s only natural that you would help the one in your care if they are sick. Isn’t it?”

Fighting back the nervousness, Hajime nodded and gripped the plastic brush tightly to try and calm his nerves. He saw Izuru pat the bed on a spot next to him, indicating exactly where he was to sit. He did so promptly, a bit rigid and sitting up ramrod straight.

Carefully, as if he was touching the most fragile of glass, he reached up to touch the white hair. It felt like silk and always looked healthy. And it was pretty. It always had been. Even in his previous life. But that wasn’t something to think about now. He had a job to do.

Running his fingers through the hair, he found the first set of tangles. So he brought the brush up and ran it down. The brush caught on the knot, resulting in him accidentally tugging. But Izuru said and did nothing. He patiently sat there and waited. Hajime didn’t want to keep him for too long so he began brushing more.

One by one, he brushed through the tangles. Several strands of long white hair came off the scalp as a result. The floor was soon covered in them, to which Hajime made a mental note to sweep it all up when he was done. But for now? He was actually enjoying this task.

He was so close to the Ultimate Hope. And he was given the honor to touch him like this. To help him with this. No one else would know what this felt like. He was the only one. Something he felt proud of.

With his vigilance and devotion to the task, the tangles were gone in fifteen minutes. But despite this fact, he couldn’t help but to run his hands through the silky locks, simply feeling them. So soft. So ethereal. Like it was simply too beautiful to be real. Something he knew he would never tire of seeing or feeling.

But then he had the realization of what he was doing. He pulled his hands away fast, scooching away in shame. “I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to invade your space and do that. I beg for your forgiveness for my actions.”

Izuru turned to look at him with an amused expression. “My dear caretaker, you did nothing to warrant an apology. So there isn’t anything for me to forgive. So return to your previous position and continue your actions.” And with that, he faced away again.

Hajime felt himself calm down at the words. Izuru… didn’t mind him stroking his hair? And based on his request for him to continue, did that mean that he liked it?

Whether or not that was indeed the case, Hajime was determined to follow instructions. So he sat back where he had been and raised his hands to comb through the locks again. The brush lay forgotten as he wove his fingers through the shimmering strands.

Eventually, he got bold enough to make contact with the other’s head. And he was spurred on to continue by the pleased hum that Izuru let out. With his heart beating faster, he massaged the other’s head and hair.

Briefly, as he was doing this, a thought ran through his mind. A thought of another world. Where he and Izuru were in this exact situation, but in their own home. No tests. No doctors or scientists. No pain. Just them, enjoying each other’s company. Away from everyone else and free of stress. It was such a wonderful thought, the idea of them being in domestic bliss.

But the crackling voice that sounded from his collar shattered his vision.

‘Hinata. Report back with the results immediately. The next shipment of supplies was also dropped off and you need to assist in storing it. Return at once.’

With enormous reluctance, he pulled away. The silvery strands fell from his fingers, much to both of their disappointments. “I… have to go.”

Izuru turned on the bed. “So you do. A shame.” The pale arms reached up and cupped his cheeks. “Very well. Run along to your duties.” With a gentle tug, he brought their foreheads together. “Continue to fool those who believe they have your loyalty. Ignorant to the fact that you are only devoted to me. That you are mine and mine alone.”

Izuru released him and laid down, the hypnotizing red eyes closing and breaking the spell they had on the caretaker. With a shake, Hajime stood up and took hold of the cart, using it to steady himself. Those declarations would always have an effect on him, no matter what.

But, he thought with a smile as he pushed the cart away, he was starting to believe the words.

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I commissioned the talented and amazing @aaytaro-gt to draw something for my komahina borrower au.

First off, Nagito and Hajime look so happy and fluffy and adorable.

And then Izuru is doing the aro ace judgmental stare at people doing pda. I can confirm I have done that exact face.

But yeah, I love everything about this. It’s perfect. Please go give Taro love and support! Their stuff is just wonderful.

And if you wanna read the fic this is based off of, here’s the link.

Enjoy your day!!!

He a little bonkers.

he is nuts

A quick doodle of Izuru/Nagito bc I’m finally back!! and wow has the au progressed while I was gone

Nagizuru au by @karugoround​ !

And shoutout to @draconicsparkle​ who made me invested in their fics so so much.

Oh… boy…

This might take a while.

And it’s only STEP 1!!!

If it’s anything like the shiny mew masterwork, then this will take quite some time to complete.

Back to back smols? Who could have seen that coming?

This one was suggested by Clover. Time for the first meeting story! Always fun.

But real quick, answer me this. Do you want a third smol? Or do you want to go back to big snek for the next chapter? Or maybe even a hidden third option? You choose and let me know!

It was a cold and rainy day when Hajime found himself in his living room with his classmate, doing the dreaded homework assignments. And after requesting to his host, he brought along the naga in his care.

“Thank you both again for letting us come over. I was really having trouble with this work. I have such a hard time understanding what the professor is saying. And also, I’m sure Komaru is enjoying seeing something else besides my plain and boring face,” Makoto expressed with a smile, writing down another answer.

“I disagree. You are not boring in the slightest,” Nagito called out from where he and Komaru were. Both were laying on some heated rocks under a lamp, warming up to battle the cold that the chilly rain brought in. Usually they were in Nagito’s terrarium. But the nagas had wanted to be close by so Hajime moved them to be in the living room with them. Hence why the emerald green naga could be heard when he interjected.

Makoto turned to look over at the two, smiling when he saw them both relaxed and happy on the rocks. “I appreciate it. Though I will say yours is probably nicer to look at than mine.”

Hajime smirked as he also added his input. “I can confirm his face is nice to look at. As one who has a ton of experience, I claim the title of expert.”

Even from across the room, the humans could see the tiny creature’s cheeks explode with red. He buried his face into his hands and Komaru laughed. The naga could hand out compliments all day, but couldn’t take them nearly as well.

After a few chuckles, both humans looked over to the window where it was raining buckets. “It’s really coming down. Reminds me of the day we found Komaru.”

Hajime nodded. “Same with when I first met Nagito. But I think it was storming a little worse that evening. Cold too.”

Makoto looked over with a thoughtful and curious expression. “Oh yeah, I don’t think you’ve told me how you met. What happened?”

The older of the two leaned back to rest his back against the couch, staring up at a ceiling grate. “Well, our first meeting was definitely not all smiles and cuddles. That’s for sure.”

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Hajime looked out the window before closing the blinds. Yup, it was nasty outside. A cold rainstorm with harsh winds. Not weather anyone would want to be inside in.

Thankfully, he had no need to go out for a while. It was the start of the weekend and he had no plans to go out. He had plenty of food and the heating was on. So he was all set for a lazy weekend in.

He sat down on his bedroom chair, leaning back on it and grabbing his phone. Might as well get his laziness started and he began scrolling through the internet and checking his messages.

This occupied his time for a good long while. And it consumed all his attention. So much so that he failed to notice anything different. Such as something moving through the vents above him, accompanied by pants and grunts.

What did break him out of his internet trance was the sound of the vent opening, yells, and something plopping right onto his head.

That stunned him into stillness, trying to figure out what had fallen on him. The thing on him was very much the same, as still and silent as it could be, aside from pants from exertion.

Carefully reaching over to his bed, he grabbed a pillow and raised it up to his head. He tilted his cranium, feeling whatever it was slid off and onto the plush surface. Just as slowly, he lowered the pillow to see the home intruder.

To his surprise, it was not anything he expected to see. Both in his room or in his life.

On the pillow lay a naga, tiny, emerald scales, sopping wet, and glaring at him while hissing. His fangs were on display and he was positioned in what he assumed was the naga version of a strike pose.

Knowing that the naga was probably terrified out of his mind, he assumed a calm expression and slowly lowered the pillow to the floor. He then made a show of backing away. “It’s okay. I have no intention to hurt you. And I won’t touch you.” He stood up, the naga’s eyes following his every move. He left the room to go to the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel.

“He must have been hiding in the vents from the storm. It’s much warmer and drier so it’s no wonder he chose that,” Hajime muttered to himself as he left the bathroom door open a crack. He returned to his room to see the naga had slithered off the pillow and was now hiding behind it. The tiny green eyes glared at him, another hiss audible while his tail tip vibrated rapidly. Hajime knew enough about snakes to know that was a sign of an agitation.

“Listen. I intend to keep my word. I will make no physical contact with you until you give consent to it. All I want to do is help you not get sick.” He placed the hand towel on the pillow, far enough away that he wasn’t in striking distance. He then backed up again and sat on his bed. “Tell me if you need anything. Food, a dry towel, a different source of warmth. Just let me know,” he offered, laying down on his bed.

He didn’t get any reply. Not that he expected one. He was sure this was not an easy experience for the tiny snake. So Hajime did his best to ease the tension by not looking over in that direction. He hoped that not having eyes on him would help to relax the naga. So he busied himself by beginning to look up facts about nagas on his phone. Their diets, their temperature preferences, what things they found comfortable. He got interesting results and he read up on the subjects as much as he could. He wasn’t sure how long the naga would have to stay here, on account of the weather being terrible. But he did intend to help it be a more comfortable one.

And when he rolled over to grab his charger, he caught a glimpse of the naga in his room. He had the towel wrapped around his shoulders and tail, shivering a little bit less now. That eased Hajime a bit. And he made a mental note to turn the temperature up the next time he was close to the thermostat.

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The communication between the two during the weekend and the following days were… minimal to say the least.

Hajime checked in on his guest a few times a day, asking questions and offering both food and other items to try and help. But all was refused with hisses. The naga had dragged the pillow and propped it against the wall, creating a small tunnel for him to hide in. The towel was also kept, the naga having it around him every time he saw him.

But it was clear that the tiny snake was growing more tired and hungry with each passing day. His hisses didn’t carry as much volume as the first encounter and the tail vibrations happened less and less. Until the fifth day when nothing occurred besides a tiny hiss.

Hajime wasn’t sure on what to do. He refused to break his word on not making contact. But he was running out of options. How could he show to this creature that his intentions were good?

This desperation led to him sitting near the pillow, holding plate with warm pieces of raw steak that he thought the naga could eat. And something else in a warm mug full of water that he had specially went out to buy. He took a deep breath and released it. “Hey, you have to be hungry. Do you want any of this?” he asked, placing the plate of steak near the pillow.

No movement and no sound. That was concerning. He had hoped that there would have been some reaction. But perhaps… a different type of food was necessary.

So he took the plate back and used a pair of tongs to pull out what he had in the mug, a small pinkie mouse that had been frozen earlier that he managed to thaw out. He had read that nagas were capable of eating human food, but sometimes their snake instincts would take control when weak or hungry. Therefore, it would be better to provide food that their snake side would prefer. Such as mice.

Hajime took the pinkie by the tail and carefully dangled it in front of the entrance of the pillow crevice. He wiggled it around to simulate movement too. And this ended up being the ticket, as a flash of green darted out and sank fangs into the mouse. Hajime released the tong’s grip and leaned back with a smile. “There we go. Now you can get some nutrients.”

The green eyes flashed over to him, his whole body freezing as he realized he was being watched. But Hajime already had planned to leave him be to eat, so he grabbed his things and left the room, placing the steak chunks into the fridge and leaving the dishes in the sink. He could wash them later. For now, he wanted to sit on his couch. He had a reading to do for class.

The book was boring, as a lot of college texts were. Which meant that he wasn’t all too engaged with it. And it also assisted in him hearing a miniature voice clear their throat near his feet.

Knowing only one possible reason for this, Hajime was slow in his movements as he looked down. Sure enough, the naga was there, staring up at him with a defensive, but curious expression. “Why? Why are you doing this?” he asked, voice raspy from little use.

“Why what? Providing you shelter? Feeding you? Leaving you be when not trying to get you to eat?”

“All of it. It doesn’t make sense to me. Humans are cruel hunters. So why are you being… so nice?” The naga pulled the hand towel tighter around himself, as if trying to provide some comfort.

Hajime shrugged. “I know this may seem unbelievable, but I only want to help you get better. I try to help when someone is in trouble. No matter what the species. That’s just who I am.” He leaned over carefully, happy when the naga didn’t hiss or back away. He also took note that the midsection of his snake half was a bit more plump. “You can leave whenever you want. I'm just glad that I was able to find something you could eat. Was it enough? I have more for you if you need another. Got a whole package.”

The green reptilian eyes widened. “You… got the mice… just for me?”

Hajime nodded. “I would be a pretty terrible host if I couldn’t properly feed my guests.”

“You see me as a guest? Not a pest or animal?” The naga looked dumbfounded, as if the idea was entirely alien.

“That’s right,” Hajime confirmed. “So do tell me if there’s anything I can do to make your stay easier. I'm at your service.”

The naga blushed a little, looking off to the side. He then caught sight of the window, an idea sparking. But it took a little before he ultimately voiced this. “If… if you are telling the truth… there is… one thing I would like.”

That intrigued the human, who raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What is it?”

Clasping his own wrist hard to calm himself, the naga looked over to him again. “I would like to request to… see outside the window. But don’t get any funny ideas! I will bite if I think you are up to something!” he warned, baring his venomous fangs for him to see.

That… had not been a request he expected. But he was still fine to do so. He would admit that the threat of being bitten was a bit nerve wracking, but he still nodded and carefully lowered his hand to the floor. “I can do that. I’ll go slow. And I’ll be extremely vigilant about my movements.”

The emerald snake stared long and hard at the hand offered to him. He seemed to be psyching himself up. But after a few minutes of patience, the creature finally moved towards him. The scales made contact with his skin, sliding effortlessly across as the tail wrapped around his wrist and fingers to provide stability. Once he was sure of the naga’s position, Hajime raised his hand as gently as he could, keeping an eye on the reactions of the small one he was carrying.

He raised him up to the window, positioning him directly in the sunlight. Almost instantly, the tension the naga had melted once he saw and felt the sunlight. “The rain is gone. And it’s so pretty outside with the moisture reflecting the light. And so so warm. Perfect for basking.” He relaxed, his coils drooping as he smiled. “You are truly lucky to have such a nice view. Not as much human development in this direction. Lots of sunlight here. I could easily sleep here for hours.”

Hajime was a bit surprised as how talkative the naga had become once he was comfortable. But it was certainly not a bad thing. “I’m glad to help. By the way, what’s your name? Mine’s Hajime.”

The snake person broke his stare at the outdoors to look at him again. “I guess you have earned the right to know mine. It’s Nagito.”

Hajime smiled. “Nagito the naga. It suits you.”

He actually got a smile back before Nagito looked back outside. “Now then, we shall stay here in the sun for a while. You don’t mind, do you?”

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“And then he never left,” Hajime concluded, shrugging his shoulders with a grin. “Guess the appeal of being pampered and looked after was too great in comparison to life outdoors.”

Both he and Makoto glanced over to the bright green snake, who nodded lazily. “I can get whatever I want and need here. The choice was obvious. Now I never go hungry. And Hajime makes incredible food. I’ll probably have a hard time going back to raw prey after all I’ve experienced.”

Komaru agreed. “Everything Makoto makes is much much better than what I had in the wild. I never want to go back.”

Then the two dropped off back to sleep, practically melting in the warmth. The humans gazed at the cute sight for a little longer before turning back to their work.

“We are lucky as well,” Makoto commented.

Hajime hummed. “That is very true. But sadly, not lucky enough to avoid homework. Come on, let’s get this done before dinner.”

Makoto groaned, but picked up his pen again. “Fine, fine.”

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