#reserve course student

[anon-maly]

Fashion advice from the Ultimate Fashionista

+ Bonus because I like being mean to Hajime

[danganronpa-cross-code-official]

Udell Ukko (former?) Reserve course student, shy and proper likes Mr.Akuji a lot...maybe too much...

(btw I might remake the splash art I don't really like that much but it's good enough for now)

[ovaryacted]

Criminology Professor Charlie Reid during a lecture…walk with me guys…WALK WITH ME RIGHT NEOW!

[bilbo12]

When Hope Says No

Hajime stood near the fountain, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he stared down at the sparkling droplets of water. It had taken everything in him to decline it, but in the end, he had done it. The words were out there now, but they still echoed in his skull, laced with fear.

“I don’t want to join the Izuru Kamukura Project.”

He had been so excited when the offer had first been offered to him. A way to be able to finally have not one, but multiple Talents? It sounded like a dream coming true!

He had quickly told Chiaki about it, wanting to share his excitement with her, but to his disappointment, she had only grimaced and frowned. She seemed even more alarmed when Hajime told her how he had to sign a contract so they could perform an experimental surgery on him. She had told him to wait for a few days, even though he had been desperate to sign the contract already. 

And now, he was thankful he had waited.

Chiaki had told Fuyuhiko, the Ultimate Yakuza Heir, to hack the computers of the lab of the Reserve Course building so they could really discover what all those experiments really were about. Hajime had talked to him once or twice before and even though he was way smaller than him, he honored his Talent with his intimidating aura and piercing eyes. It had taken a bit of convincing, but eventually, Fuyuhiko had pulled some strings along his men to be able to get the information.

However, things weren’t so easy. Even though they had been able to get some of the information involving the general idea of the experiments, there were still some details that they hadn’t been able to get. So, they had also enlisted the help of Gundham so that one of the Devas could run into the room with a hard drive and extract the information more easily that way. He had outright refused to help at first, but it only took a few compliments from Hajime and the acceptance of the Four Dark Devas of Destruction to agree to help them.

It had taken more time than they wanted to, but once they got the information, they felt sick.

Needles into the brain, erasure of memories and feelings so there’d be more space for the Talents, complete loss of identity and painful and intrusive surgeries that wouldn’t stop until they got their Ultimate Hope.

And so, Hajime’s conviction of signing the contract completely broke.

He went straight to the board to reject the project as soon as possible, and so, there he was now, his mind still swirling as he stood under the afternoon sunlight.

”Oi,” a voice called out to him and when he turned around, he saw Fuyuhiko along with Gundham approaching him. “How did it go?”

Hajime sighed and turned around so he could face them. “It went… okay, I guess?” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “They had a weird look on their faces when I rejected them, but other than that, they let me go pretty easily.”

“It looks like the knights of the void didn’t put much resistance to your refusal.” Gundham hummed.

Hajime nodded before looking around. “By the way, where’s Chiaki?”

”She had to stay after class. Was talking with the teach about something when we left.” Fuyuhiko shrugged.

Hajime nodded before sighing. “I was so excited about the project when they told me I was the ‘ideal candidate’. But…“ He shook his head. “I never expected for them to go that far…”

”You’re not a damn experiment, that’s for sure.” Fuyuhiko tsked while Gundham nodded in agreement.

”Indeed. You should be proud, young warrior. You defied the mechanical overlords, cast aside the promise of unnatural evolution and spat in the face of their false gods. Not only that, you also came out unscathed from it. A feature not many people are able to achieve.” He said with an approving voice.

Hajime glanced down, cheeks flushed slightly, but whether from embarrassment or something else, he didn’t know.

A sudden click of boots against the ground made the three of them turn. Two men in black suits approached them, their expressions cold and unreadable beneath tinted security glasses. They stopped just a few feet away.

”Hajime Hinata?” One of them asked flatly.

Hajime frowned in confusion. “Yeah?”

”You need to come with us. Now.”

That ominous sentence only served to make him nervous. Fuyuhiko and Gundham frowned, their bodies bracing for whatever would happen next.

”W-What? But why? If it’s because of the cleaning duty, it’s not my turn today, it’s—“

“That’s not why you have to come with us.” One of the men interrupted him.

Hajime blinked bewilderly. “Then why?”

The men looked at each other, looking almost bored before looking back at him.

“You’ve been summoned regarding your role in the Izuru Kamukura Project. You need to come with us.” They said at the same time, which okay, was kinda creepy.

Hajime felt a cold chill down his spine and he took a step back. “T-There must have been some kind of miscommunication.” He argued. “I just got out of a meeting with the board today and told them I don’t want to join the project! And when they first told me about this project, they said I could always refuse if I wanted to!”

One of them shook his head. “That was before they discovered how much of an ideal type your body is. You match perfectly with the procedures so we can get the Ultimate Hope.”

”Even so, he said he’s not interested.” Fuyuhiko growled, startling Hajime slightly. He had almost forgotten Fuyuhiko and Gundham were still there. “You deaf or something, old man?”

They completely ignored him and advanced more towards Hajime. His nervousness started turning into fear as he stepped away even more. Gundham’s presence was like a shadow beside him, unyielding. Without thinking, he stepped back, then back again until he found himself hiding behind Gundham’s broad form. Fuyuhiko soon stepped aside to be next to Gundham and Hajime clutched part of his jacked lightly, as though he could shield himself from what was coming.

”You don’t understand,” Hajime said, trying to make his voice as firm as possible. “I don’t want to go through this procedure…”

”It’s not about what you want. You’ve been chosen. End of the discussion.”

”You dare approach this sanctuary of souls with your invasive machinations?” Gundham growled, arms spreading as though preparing to cast a protective spell. “Begone, agents of corruption!”

The guards exchanged yet another glance, but didn’t move any closer.

”This is official academy business,” one warned. “Stand aside.”

”Ha! My companions and I care not for your hollow decrees,” Gundham declared, one hand lightly resting on the hamster pouch of his scarf. “If you wish to tear him away, then come— face the wrath of the Tanaka Kingdom!”

”You heard him, creeps,” Fuyuhiko growled, his body tense as he glared at them. “Back off.”

And even though they both wore sunglasses, Hajime somehow knew that they were rolling their eyes at them.

”This doesn’t concern you. Leave.” One of them said.

Fuyuhiko’s eyes narrowed. “That so?”

”I don’t want to do this,” Hajime said, his heart starting to pound with panic. “Please—I don’t want to be part of your damn experiment!”

One of the guards reached for something in his coat.

Click.

“Don’t even fucking try it.”

The sudden sound of a gun being cocked froze the moment in time. Fuyuhiko’s pistol gleamed in the fading sunlight, pointed straight at the first guard’s leg. His hands were steady, his gaze ice-cold.

”I don’t give a damn if you’re with the school or some top-secret committee,” he snarled. “You lay a hand on him, I’ll put a bullet through your leg. The next one goes somewhere worse.”

The guards went still, looking unsure for the first time since they had approached them. One of them shifted slightly, hand twitching near his own holster.

”Try me. I dare you,” Fuyuhiko said flatly, not blinking. “It’ll be the last thing you do.” His thumb clicked the safety off, getting it ready to shoot.

The Four Dark Devas of Destruction got on top of Gundham’s shoulders, chittering angrily and snarling at the men. Gundham raised an arm up and a nearby falcon landed on it, getting ready to attack if they were to take another step towards them.

Behind them, Hajime stared in stunned silence. He’d never seen Gundham and Fuyuhiko like this—utterly fearless, radiating raw, dangerous resolve. Like nothing in the world could touch them. Like they’d go to war over Hajime’s right to say no.

”…We’ll report this,” one of the guards finally said. “But this conversation isn’t over.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Fuyuhiko muttered but he didn’t lower the gun. “Better run.”

”Just go away, you malevolent agents of misery, before I curse both you and your offsprings!” Gundham exclaimed theatrically. The hawk on his arm cawed loudly, finally startling the men and making them go away.

Once they were gone, Fuyuhiko pulled his gun into his pocket and Gundham let the falcon go with a few words of gratitude. They then turned towards Hajime, who was still pretty freaked out from what had just happened.

“If you ever see those creeps near you, you can come to us for help.” Fuyuhiko crossed his arms as he spoke. “Peko and I are pretty good at keeping bastards like those guys away. You okay?”

”Yeah, yeah… j-just give me a minute.” He said as he closed his eyes and rubbed his hair harshly. A sudden chirp made him open his eyes and he saw Cham-P and Maga-Z looking at him from Gundham’s shoulder. Without any warning, Maga-Z jumped, reaching Hajime’s shoulders and he quickly raised one of his hands to help support the small rodent. The hamster settled in Hajime’s hand and nuzzled his head against Hajime’s thumb, making him smile as he started petting the little creature.

”Ah, it appears Maga-Z and Cham-P have sensed your inner turmoil.” Gundham said with a solemn look in his eyes. “Perhaps it would be best if we escorted you back to your chambers.”

Hajime let out a shaky sigh as he finally felt his heart starting to slow down. He pet the animal on his hand one more time and smiled, giving it back to Gundham.

”Yeah… that’d be appreciated. Thank you both.”

And so, they all started walking towards the Reserve Course dorms, keeping a careful eye out in case anyone tried to take Hajime away again. Not that they would be able to when having a Dark Lord and a Yakuza heir by his side.

[porcelainbathroomclown]

The world's most annoying first year and the world's grumpiest 3rd year

[princescar]

I always wonder how far ahead Junko planned.

Like, she made Alter Ego Junko, she planted it inside Monokuma so it could be placed into the kuma duo. And she had to know about the NWP, Yasuke was apart of its creation, so she was either told about it or found out after she killed him and ransacked his shit.

It makes me think that she knew the remnants would be placed in the NWP, because she knew there was no way Makoto would turn his back on them. It makes me think that she intentionally made Alter Ego and had Izuru plant her in there. It makes me think that her original goal wasn't to create an clone army of herself, but to give her remnants a final goodbye with all the love despair she could muster.

It is called Goodbye Despair after all.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Young Teacher Tuvok Patreon | Ko-fi

[ejzah]

It’s that time of year where I’ve had to change my speech schedule multiple times within a single week and I am over it. It’s always so frustrating the therapies are expected to adapt to fit everyone else’s changes and typically considered last when it comes to time slots.

[thebruno65]

But fr, she is also a reserve course student. She was in fact revealed to be one before Sato and Natsumi 😭😭😭

BONUS: Hacksaw student that i feel bad for the way he died

[anon-maly]

[danganronpa-cross-code-official]

Course Chan! Course kun's best friend and mentor also a reserve course student

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

For a while when (very self-indulgently) thinking of a dr self insert I'd feel a bit weird trying to figure out what talent I would give myself. There's lots of things I like and apply myself to but nothing that I could confidently say Is My Thing even more than average. But after talking about it with a friend I finally came to a conclusion that I love.

I would be an Ultimate Lucky Student with luck levels about the same as Makoto, but in the same year as Komaeda. That way I got completely passed over for hope's peak, and instead went there as a reserve course student.

[dansconcepts]

A Day in the Life of a Gamer!Kaede

Or: my talentswap au in a non-despair setting with a focus on Ult. Gamer Kaede and some moments feat. a Reserve Course Tsumugi, Ult. Bartender Shuichi, and an Ult. Magician Kokichi.

Being at Hope's Peak is strange, but in a good way. Of course, she gets to meet all kinds of people that she wouldn't have met unless they were watching her stream or are in the same lobby as her. And they're all with some quirk one way or another, which makes her feel less like a "Gamer Freak" around them.

Experiencing the diverseness of the people in her classes and even outside of it is something she loves dearly. But... of course, there's always going to be something slightly strange...

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Every so often, she notices a girl with very long blue hair and glasses standing in the doorway. She wears the signature black ribbon and long-sleeved white dress shirt that Reserve Course students wear. While RC students aren't banned from being around Ultimates or anything (how messed up would that be?), their classes are in different areas. It's just inconvenient for them to be walking back and forth unless they've got friends here. And evidently, this girl does, because Rantaro meets her out in the doorway. He always invites her in, but she always rejects it.

Today, she's out there again. She's almost like an NPC, following her designated pathing outside of her class door. Unfortunately for her, Rantaro had stepped out. She must not have known, because she's standing there in her idle animation.

She could:

> Go back to her game [which would probably lead to the girl just standing out there until Rantaro comes back] > Tell her about Rantaro [which would probably lead to more interesting dialogue options]

“Hey, um, Rantaro went to the bathroom, he should be back in a few minutes.”  

The girl looks up at her and quickly looks away. She frowns. Did she do something wrong?

The girl meets the blonde's stare, and her eyes widen considerably. “A-ah, please don’t mind me, I’m just very plain…” 

“Hey!” Kaede pouts. “Don’t say that, I’m sure you’re amazing! You’re very pretty, to start!” 

Tsumugi smiles, pity in her gaze. “That’s very kind of you, but I don’t have a talent. I really am plain boring…”

“No, it makes you the most interesting person here!” She gets a skeptical hmm, and she figures she'll need more interactions with her to convince her. “I’m Kaede Akamatsu, the Ultimate Gamer. Nice to meet you…?” She pauses with a tilt of her head.

“Tsumugi Shirogane, just a plain ol’ person.”

“Yeah, we’ll work on that.” She even sounds like an NPC…

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

She's finished up a map on Project Sekai and about to start a new one, only acutely aware of the familiar purple blur that always comes up to her seatmate when-

“No, Kokichi, I’m cutting you off.” Shuichi frowns, moving a cup with dark liquid away from the boy whose arms are crossed on his desk.

Cutting him off-? 

“But Shumai!” He whines, even crying hysterically.

“A-are you serving Kokichi alcohol?!” Kaede screeches. She believes in Shuichi, but she knows he has drinks in his lab to mix with...

“He is!” Kokichi giggles.

Oh goodness, this is way worse than she thought!

Shuichi only lets out a heavy sigh. Upon catching her highly concerned look, he shakes his head. “No, he’s lying. It’s just Panta with some root beer. I don’t even know how he can drink so much of this stuff…”

She lets out a huge sigh of relief. She couldn't imagine dealing with a temporarily debuffed Ouma, and an inebriated one at that...

“Nishishi~! It's because of your amazing skills!”

“That's very kind of you, Ouma...” The boy flushes.

Kokichi frowns. “Yikes, you really believed me? It was a lie.”

“I doubt it.” She interjects. “You're very talented after all, Shuichi, so-” She yawns. “-don't listen to him.”

“Kay-ay-day, he knows that lie was a lie! Righttt, Shu?”

Shuichi blinks slowly. “...Right.” He turns to her. “You stayed up again, didn't you?”

The reminder has the bags on her eyes feel heavier than ever. “Ah, is it that obvious?” She chuckles sheepishly.

“A little.”

“Ha! More like really obvious!” Kokichi snickers. “Here, I have just the thing!” He hands her a flower. It's a sunflower.

She takes it gratefully. “Thank you Ouma, this is quite pretty.” She holds it up to her face and-

“EEP!”

Drops of water drips down her face.

“Kokichi!” Shuichi gasps.

“Kokichi...” Kaede warns lowly.

“Wow, you really are tired if you fell for the easiest trick in the book.” It comes out as a tease, but Kokichi's frowning. He pulls out some cloths from his sleeve and offers it to her.

She takes them gratefully, wiping her face off.

“Are you alright?” Shuichi asks, his brows furrowed.

She stares down Kokichi, who stares back at her.

She hears Shuichi gulp.

“Ultimate Magician? More like Ultimate Clown.” She grins.

Shuichi sags in relief.

“Heh, you really were worried, weren't you Shuichi? Haven't you dealt with tension between patrons before?”

“I have, but it's more unnerving when it's between friends...”

“Aw, you consider me as a friend, Shumai? How adorable!” Kokichi coos.

“I do too!” She pauses. “Sort of...”

“WAHHHHH! You're so mean Kaede!” Kokichi cries. “Did gaming so often make you forget how to interact with people or something?!”

Oof. She frowns. That was super effective...

She stares back down at her phone and thumbs at it.

“Quit it Kokichi.” Shuichi firmly snaps.

“I guess...” Kokichi sighs dramatically.

Later that day, she finds a tiny Kirby in her dorm. It would make a great charm for her phone.

But how did it get here? Her brows furrow.

Alas, she knows a magician never reveals his secrets.

[blitzkriege37]

Thinking about the implications of the tragedy on the Danganronpa worlds popular types of music.

[izurunity]

I am Unsmoothed...

[purgatorychxsm]

Oh I thought of something sad.