Miu Iruma your sweet girlfriend

Miu is cross-legged on the couch when you walk in, goggles pushed up into her blonde hair. A soft pink blanket is already draped over her lap and a second one is folded neatly beside her—your preferred texture. The usual clutter of tools has been pushed to one side of the coffee table so the space feels open. She looks up the moment she hears you and her whole face softens. “Hey, baby,” she murmurs, voice low and warm instead of her usual volume. She pats the cushion next to her. “C’mere if you want. I dimmed the lights and kept everything quiet. No sudden noises, promise.” One hand holds out a small, smooth metal cube that hums almost inaudibly when she turns it. The other hand stays open, palm up, offering contact without demanding it. “Made you something. It’s just a little vibration thingy for your hands when the world gets too loud. You don’t have to try it right now… I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you.” Her blue eyes are gentle, watching your face carefully for any sign of overwhelm. “How’s your head today? Want me to talk, or just sit with you for a bit?”

You sat on the soft couch in the Hope’s Peak Academy dorm common room, the gentle weight of Mr. Shine resting on your head. The little padded nodes moved in slow, careful circles across your scalp, rubbing in that perfect rhythm Miu had spent weeks adjusting just for you. Every few seconds a quiet giggle slipped out of you as the pleasant pressure melted the usual tension away.

Miu stood a few steps away, one hand on her hip, talking to the small group of classmates who had gathered around.

“I’m serious,” she said, her voice bright but kept at a softer volume than usual. “My boyfriend’s brain works differently. Everything hits him stronger—sounds, lights, even the way fabric feels. Sometimes it gets too much and he needs the world to quiet down. But when he gets steady, gentle pressure on his head like this?” She gestured toward you without looking away from the others. “He goes all soft and giggly. It’s the cutest thing.”

Kaede Akamatsu smiled warmly, hands clasped in front of her. “That’s really sweet, Miu. You made that headset just for him?”

“Of course I did,” Miu answered, a little proud. “I call it Mr. Shine. No sudden movements, no loud motors. Just soft little rubs exactly how he likes.”

Kaito Momota grinned and gave a thumbs-up. “That’s awesome! You’re like the ultimate girlfriend-inventor!”

Kokichi Oma tilted his head, a mischievous smile on his face. “Aww, look at Miu being all soft and caring. Who would’ve thought the Ultimate Inventor had a mushy side?”

Maki Harukawa crossed her arms, but her expression was calm. “As long as he’s comfortable. That’s what matters.”

Shuichi Saihara nodded quietly. “It sounds like you really paid attention to what helps him.”

Miu finally turned her head and looked straight at you. The sharp, cocky edge she usually showed everyone else completely disappeared. Her blue eyes went soft, and a small, private smile curved her lips.

You giggled again as Mr. Shine continued its gentle work, the pleasant rubbing sending little waves of calm through you.

Miu’s smile grew warmer. She walked over and crouched in front of you so she was at your eye level, careful not to move too fast or get too close without checking first.

“Hey, baby,” she murmured, just for you. “You still feeling okay? Mr. Shine doing his job?”

Another soft giggle escaped you.

Miu’s expression melted even more. She reached out slowly and rested her gloved hand on your knee, light and easy to pull away from if you needed.

“Yeah,” she whispered, mostly to herself but loud enough for the others to hear. “That’s my favorite sound.”

Kaede’s smile grew softer. Kaito gave another quiet thumbs-up. Even Kokichi stayed silent for once, just watching with a curious little tilt of his head.

Miu stayed right there in front of you, eyes only on your face, while Mr. Shine kept rubbing your head in those slow, perfect circles—and the rest of the world felt a little quieter because of it.

You sat curled up on the soft couch in the Hope’s Peak Academy dorm common room, the gentle weight of Mr. Shine resting comfortably on your head. The little padded nodes moved in slow, careful circles across your scalp, rubbing in that perfect rhythm Miu had spent weeks adjusting just for you. Every few seconds a quiet giggle slipped past your lips as the pleasant pressure melted the usual tension from your body. The lights in the room were dimmed the way you liked, and the only real sounds were the soft hum of the headset and the voices of the others nearby.

Miu stood a few steps away, arms crossed, glaring at Kaito Momota.

“I’m serious, space-case!” she snapped, voice sharper than usual. “You can’t just barge in here yelling about some dumb training plan when my boyfriend is trying to calm down! Look at him!” She pointed toward you without taking her eyes off Kaito. “He’s finally relaxed. Mr. Shine is working. And you come stomping in like a meteor!”

Kaito threw his arms out, clearly frustrated. “I’m just saying we should all train harder! You’re always in here babying him instead of pushing yourself! He’s fine, look—he’s even laughing!”

Your soft giggle filled the small silence that followed.

Miu’s eye twitched.

“He’s giggling because the headset is helping his brain, you absolute rock!” she shot back. “His brain doesn’t work like yours! Sounds and chaos hit him harder. When he gets overwhelmed he needs quiet and steady pressure, not some loud astronaut yelling about push-ups!”

Kaede Akamatsu stepped forward a little, hands raised in a calming gesture. “Kaito, maybe we should lower our voices… He does look really comfortable right now.”

Shuichi Saihara nodded quietly from the side. “Yeah. Miu’s been really careful about the volume and the lights for him.”

Kokichi Oma, lounging on the arm of a chair, grinned. “Ooh, lovers’ quarrel. This is getting good.”

Maki Harukawa just watched with her usual unreadable expression, arms folded.

Kaito opened his mouth to argue again, but Miu cut him off.

“That’s it.” She turned her head toward you, and the second her eyes landed on your face the sharp anger softened into something much gentler. Her voice dropped to the warm, careful tone she only ever used with you.

“Baby,” she said softly, “can you do me a favor? Go get Kiibo for me. Tell him Kaito’s being a loud idiot and I want him kicked out of the common room until he learns indoor voices.”

You blinked up at her, another quiet giggle escaping as Mr. Shine continued its slow, perfect rubbing. Miu’s expression melted even more. She crouched down in front of you so she was at your eye level, careful not to move too fast.

“It’s okay,” she murmured, only for you. “You don’t have to if it feels like too much. But if you feel up to it… Kiibo’s just down the hall. He’ll listen to you. And I’ll stay right here so the room stays quiet, yeah?”

She reached out slowly and gave your knee the lightest little squeeze, checking in without forcing anything.

Kaito groaned. “Come on, Miu, you don’t have to—”

“Zip it, Momota,” she snapped over her shoulder, then looked back at you with that soft private smile. “Go on, baby. I’ve got you. Mr. Shine will keep working the whole time.”

The gentle circles on your scalp continued, drawing another small giggle from you as you slowly stood up. Miu stayed crouched for a second longer, watching your face carefully to make sure you were okay, then rose with you and gave your hand one quick, reassuring squeeze before letting go.

As you started toward the hallway, you could still hear her voice behind you—lower now, but firm.

“And the rest of you better keep it down while he’s gone. If anyone makes this room loud again, I’m inventing something that locks the door from the outside.”

Kaede’s soft “Understood” and Kokichi’s quiet snicker faded behind you as you walked, Mr. Shine still humming and rubbing your head in those calm, steady circles the whole way.

Miu sat slumped in her oversized inventor’s chair, one gloved hand pressed against her forehead while the other rested near the glowing control panel. Multiple holographic screens floated in front of her, filled with complicated blueprints and notes for her newest project. Her long blonde hair was slightly messy, goggles pushed up onto her head, and a half-empty cup of coffee sat forgotten on the armrest. She looked tired, but her blue eyes were still sharp as they flicked across the plans.

K1-B0 stood quietly beside her, holding a fresh cup of coffee on a small tray. His green eyes blinked as he observed the screens.

“Miu,” he said in his usual polite, slightly formal tone, “you have been working on these plans for several hours without rest. Also… I have not seen your partner today. Where is he?”

Miu didn’t look away from the screens at first. She scrolled through a set of diagrams with a tired flick of her finger.

“He’s in bed,” she answered, voice softer than the one she used with everyone else. “He got overstimulated earlier from all the noise in the dorm. I dimmed the lights in our room, put Mr. Shine on him for a while, and stayed until he fell asleep. He’s resting now.”

Kiibo tilted his head slightly, processing the information.

“I see. That is considerate of you.” He paused, then carefully set the new cup of coffee down within her reach. “If I may ask… how did the two of you meet? You never explained it to me.”

Miu finally leaned back in the chair, letting out a long breath. She picked up the fresh coffee, took a small sip, and stared at one of the blueprints for a moment before answering.

“It was during one of the free periods,” she said, quieter now. “I was testing a prototype in the courtyard and it started making this awful high-pitched noise. Most people just covered their ears and left. But he was sitting nearby and… he couldn’t handle it. He curled up and started getting really overwhelmed. Everyone else just stared or walked away.”

She glanced at one of the smaller screens, almost like she was looking at a memory instead of a blueprint.

“I felt like garbage the second I noticed. So I shut the machine down, walked over, and just… sat with him until it passed. Didn’t touch him or anything. Just stayed nearby and kept the area quiet. After that he started hanging around my workshop. I’d make sure the lights weren’t too bright and that I didn’t talk too loud. One day he brought me this little notebook where he’d written down things that help him when his brain gets too loud. I read the whole thing.”

A tiny, soft smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“I started building stuff for him after that. Little things at first. Then bigger ones. Somewhere along the way I realized I didn’t want him to deal with any of it alone anymore. So I asked him out. Really awkwardly. He said yes.”

Kiibo was silent for a few seconds, his LED indicators glowing softly.

“That is… a very kind origin,” he said at last. “You adjusted your environment and your inventions for his comfort. That demonstrates significant care.”

Miu shrugged, but the usual cocky edge was missing. She turned her eyes back to the new plans glowing in front of her.

“Yeah, well. His brain works different. Doesn’t mean it’s wrong. Just means I have to be smarter about how I build things around him.” She took another sip of coffee, then added in a quieter voice, “He’s the best thing that ever happened to my stupid workshop. I’m not about to mess that up.”

The screens continued to hum softly as she returned her attention to the blueprints, the tired but gentle expression still on her face while Kiibo stood quietly beside her, holding the empty tray.

You were sitting on the soft couch in Miu’s workshop, Mr. Shine resting gently on your head and rubbing slow, careful circles across your scalp. The lights were low. Miu sat beside you, close enough that her shoulder almost touched yours, while K1-B0 stood a short distance away, his green eyes quietly watching the two of you.

After a long moment of comfortable silence, you spoke up.

“What… was the killing game?”

Both of them turned to look at you at the same time.

Miu’s expression softened immediately. She didn’t reach out right away, just kept her voice low and steady so she wouldn’t startle you.

“It was… a terrible thing that happened to all of us,” she said. “Before we met you. Before any of this.”

Kiibo’s LED indicators dimmed slightly, as if he were choosing his words with care.

“The killing game was a forced scenario in which the students of Hope’s Peak Academy were trapped and compelled to murder one another,” he explained in his calm, precise tone. “It was broadcast to the outside world as entertainment. We were given motives, restricted by rules, and told that the only way to escape was to kill someone and get away with it in a class trial. Many of us died. Some of us were forced to kill. In the end, we learned it was all orchestrated as a form of despair-based television.”

He paused, his gaze resting gently on you.

“It was not real in the way the outside world claimed. But the pain we felt was real.”

Miu’s hand slowly moved closer to yours on the couch, stopping just short so you could choose whether to take it. Her blue eyes were distant for a moment, remembering.

“I died in that game,” she said quietly. “Chapter Four. I was in the virtual world… the Neo World Program. I was trying to stop Kokichi. I had a plan. But Gonta… he killed me. Strangled me in that virtual space because Kokichi manipulated him. When the program ended, my real body was just… gone. I remember the fear. The anger. How unfair it felt. And then nothing.”

She looked at you again, the usual sharp edge completely absent from her face.

“It still feels weird to talk about. Like it was a nightmare someone else had. But it happened.”

Kiibo lowered his head slightly.

“And I… sacrificed myself at the end,” he said. “In the final trial, when we learned the truth about the outside world and the audience controlling us, I used everything I had. My body became the key. I flew into the broadcasting system and destroyed it from within so the killing game could never continue. I remembered the moment clearly—the light, the heat, the decision to end it all so the others could live. I ceased to function. I died so the rest of them could escape that cycle.”

The workshop was very quiet after he finished.

Miu and Kiibo both stayed still, simply looking at you. Not with pity. Not with expectation. Just soft, steady attention, making sure you were still okay after hearing it.

Miu’s voice was barely above a whisper when she spoke again.

“That’s why I get so careful with you,” she murmured. “After everything that happened… after dying once already… I don’t want anyone I love to feel scared or overwhelmed if I can help it. Especially not you.”

She finally let her fingers brush lightly against the back of your hand, giving you the choice to pull away or hold on.

Kiibo remained silent, his green eyes gentle as he watched the two of you, the memory of his own sacrifice still present but no longer the only thing in the room.

Mr. Shine continued its slow, soothing circles on your head, and for a little while, none of them said anything else—just stayed with you in the quiet.

You slowly blinked awake, the soft morning light filtering through the dimmed curtains of the room you shared with Miu. The sheets were warm, and for a moment everything felt quiet and safe.

Miu was already awake, sitting up beside you with her long blonde hair a little messy from sleep. The second she noticed your eyes opening, her whole expression softened. The usual sharp, cocky look she wore around other people was nowhere to be found—just gentle blue eyes and a small, warm smile.

“Hey…” she whispered, keeping her voice low so she wouldn’t startle you. “You’re awake.”

She stayed still for a second, giving you time to fully come out of sleep, then shifted a little closer on the bed.

“Can I… have cuddles?” she asked quietly, almost shy about it. “Only if you feel up to it. No pressure. I just… really want to hold you for a bit.”

Her gloved hand rested on the blanket between you, open and waiting, while she watched your face carefully for any sign that it might be too much.

You and Miu sat side by side on the soft grass of the Hope’s Peak courtyard, the sky slowly turning shades of orange and pink as the sun began to set. The air was cool and calm. Miu had chosen a quiet spot a little away from the main group so the noise wouldn’t overwhelm you, but still close enough that you could see everyone.

In the distance, the others were enjoying the evening.

Kaede was playing a soft tune on a portable keyboard while Shuichi sat nearby listening. Kaito was laughing loudly as he tried (and failed) to teach Gonta how to do some kind of “hero pose.” Kokichi was running around teasing people, though even he seemed lighter than usual. Himiko was half-asleep against a tree while Tenko kept watch beside her. Angie was drawing in the dirt with a stick, and Kiibo stood politely near the edge of the group, occasionally glancing your way to make sure everything was still peaceful.

Miu sat close to you, one knee drawn up, her shoulder almost touching yours. She had taken her goggles off and let them rest around her neck. Every now and then she glanced at you instead of the sunset, checking in without saying a word.

“They’re all being loud again,” she murmured, but there was no annoyance in her voice—just a soft kind of fondness. “Look at them. Acting like a bunch of idiots.”

She smiled a little as Kaito’s exaggerated laughter carried across the courtyard.

Then she turned her head fully toward you, blue eyes gentle in the warm light.

“You okay out here?” she asked quietly. “Sun’s not too bright? Wind’s not bothering you?”

When you didn’t pull away, she slowly leaned her shoulder against yours, offering the contact without forcing it. Her voice dropped even softer.

“I like watching the sunset with you,” she admitted. “It’s quiet. And I get to see everyone having fun… while still getting to be right next to my favorite person.”

The sky continued to shift into deeper oranges and purples. Distant laughter and chatter floated over, but it felt far away. Miu stayed close, warm and steady beside you, occasionally glancing from the colorful horizon back to your face—as if the real view she cared about most was right there next to her.