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Rantaro Amami Kokichi Ouma High School AU

I liked the idea of this, so I did a quick little write up on it. If anyone shows interest, I can continue.

Rantaro didn't hate Chemistry. The teacher was kind, the subject was mildly interesting, and he got to doze off on days where the class would watch videos. It wasn't Chemistry he hated, he moreso hated the basis of the education system itself. Sitting down for 6 hours a day, learning things you would forget in a couple years, all for what? To get into college? What's college for? Getting a job? Is my qualification for a job determined by how much I care about the interactions between atoms? It was morning and Rantaro would much rather lament in thought about his situation than listen to the daily annoncements. He knew this was foolish though, he loved the human aspect of feeling bad about oneself though. It kept him connected to everyone around him.

Rantaro tugged at the white hoodie strings in his hand and sunk deeper into his backpack, pushing his bangs into his hoodie. He looked like an egg and he was okay with that. He was glad that his lab table was alone; he had all the space he wanted to do absolutely nothing. The cheerful, deft charmer that his 2nd period classmates knew was not in the body of Rantaro Amami at this point. He needed this time to wake up and put on the face that the rest of the school knew. The robotic charm of quick quips and thoughtful comments came naturally to Rantaro, but it was still draining. This empty table was his charging station, necessary to get through the daily toil. Slowly closing his eyes, Rantaro started drifting off to sleep, if only he could just stay at home for this time, he'd feel so much better.

"RANTARO, RANTARO" undulated through the room. His teacher was calling him. Quickly jolting up and meeting his teacher's eye, he smiled and asked what was needed of him.

"You have a lab partner finally, Mr. Amami. Maybe now we'll see at least an attempt with our next lab" decreed the teacher. Like daggers in his heart, like invaders to his home, like lightning to his bones, Rantaro's heart dropped. He NEEDED this time alone. "I have to keep my appeal for six periods now?" was Rantaro's first concern.

His new partner was short. His purple eyes and hair were at motion the entire time he wandered to Rantaro's table. Rantaro could tell whoever this was, he was already sizing Rantaro up. The one period Rantaro gives into his human inhibitions is the one he has someone watching his every movement. Perfect.

Almost like rushing to get ready before an appointment, Rantaro pulled his hood off, rolled up his sleeves, activated his charm, and started his mind up.

The boy sat down and looked at Rantaro expectantly. Their first face-off, but surely not their last; Rantaro felt something special about this boy but decided to play it safe and just assume the boy was a bit socially anxious. Rantaro lost this game of chicken.

"The name's Rantaro Amami. I'm a Junior. Welcome to the happiest place on earth."

Dry sarcasm in an introduction, a typical move to use, one that almost always works, Rantaro was covering all bases.

Then, the air of mystery faded, the tense fog dissipated, and the boy's expression cleared up as easily as they appeared. This didn't sit well with Rantaro. He knew something was special about this boy.

"I'm Kokichi Oma. I'm a Junior as well."

"Nice to meet y-"

Mystery and tension appeared between them. Kokichi smirked ever so slightly.

"And you're not slick, pretty boy. I know you just said your own grade to lure mine out. You think i'm younger because I'm shorter. If you think you can employ basic conversational tactics like that, then you're really not going to find this as happy as you say it is. You're going to be a fun one."

"What the hell?"

"Hm? What's wrong Rantaro? You're probably just tired. Anyways, check my schedule! Let's see if we have any other classes together."

Kokichi pulled out his pink schedule paper. His movements were clearly intentional, but they had a boyish eccentricity to them that almost drew Rantaro in.

"W-wow. Five classes together, Kokichi."

"Looks like i've already found my best friend. My first day at school and we're already so close! This is going to be a fun year, Rantaro."

"Where did you come from Kokichi?"

"The pits of hell."

"What?"

"I'm just kidding, that was a lie. You can't get my secrets that easy, Rantaro."

Rantaro was already done with this. Just talking to Kokichi required his mind to be working at 110%, he did NOT need this in the morning. Regardless, the mystery shrouding Kokichi drew Rantaro in. A couple minutes into meeting and Rantaro already decided that Kokichi was going to be a big part of his life from this point on, and he knew it was going to be a lot of work, he knew it was going to piss him off to no end, but this was a journey Rantaro had to take.

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introduction

So, being a Danganronpa fan, I’ve indulged in the fandom, chiefly /r/Danganronpa on reddit, and many Danganronpa blogs on tumblr. I enjoy different parts of both of these sides of the Danganronpa fandom, and would like to become a contributor to it. 

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