#(especially Kokichi like BOY DO YOU EVER SEE THE SUN. DO YOU LIVE IN A FUCKING DEEP CAVE.)

[rubberduckyrye]

I just looked in the Gonta tag and saw someone making a post about how if they see people white washing characters of color they're going to go feral--which is so fair. Valid of them really.

Except. Gonta is on that list.

Gonta.

You know, the "primitive wild man who is treated like a fucking idiot/toddler by the rest of the cast and even worse so by the fandom"? You know, Gonta, the character everyone treats like he's ignorant and can't have Complicated Thoughts Ever? Gonta, the character who has a wild child backstory, wears a loin cloth for underwear, ectect. You know. That Gonta?

Okay like. You see why this is fucking racist. You see why this is racist, right? Gonta is like, sun kissed tan at max. He is not "dark skinned" and to be frank if he was we'd have to add on fucking extreme forms of racism to the bigotry of not just the writing, but to the fandom as well.

Anyway.

[forbidding-souda]

jeez, i like this blog. how about writing Soda, Kirigiri, Mukuro, Celeste, Hagakure, Ouma and Kiibo with albino s/o? some cute general hc and some hcs about dealing with their sensetive to sun skin and eyes and weak health at all, and with people who bullying them for their appearance? thanks, have a nice day.

Kazuichi Souda, Kyoko Kirigiri, Mukuro Ikusaba, Celestia Ludenberg, Yasuhiro Hagakure, Kokichi Ouma, and Kiibo with albino S/O

Ya’ll are opening my horizons to different things wait I love this. 

Ever since this request popped into my ask box I’ve been excited to write it sorry it took so long! Kisses xx

-Mod Souda

Kazuichi Souda

He’s basically your designated driver when you need it.

Any questions you have at all about trying to read signs from a distance or if there’s anyone nearby that might make fun of you, he’ll answer you. He’s good at defending you.

Since he’s semi intimidating, if you’re with him, people just think wow look at the alt couple. Some people assume that you don’t naturally look like that, too.

When he first met you, he’d wave to you once you exited school, not realizing you could hardly see him with the sun outside.

You sun burn easily, too, and his first solution to this was to try and get you to wear one of his jumpers.

I mean - yeah but also no.

Once tried to convince you to wear his beanie to but you assured him that that will not protect you from the sun.

Your social scene was never too active because of the way you are. But Souda understand this too, on a less medical sense. 

He always tries to get you to hang around his friends, as well.

He’s always there to remind you that you are not a curse and that he loves you, kissing your skin and holding you close.

Since you were bullied throughout your kid years, when you finally were around his friend group, you were surprised that all of them were nice.

He is a very good person to be with when it comes to things like, of course, being nervous about who you are. 

He’s helpful and will work harder to get money to buy anything you need to help you live more comfortably.

Surprises you with flowers a lot. Not necessarily bouquets but just small flowers lying around your room.

His favorite thing to do is just surprise you with small things hidden around the house. Your favorite drink, small sweats, things that make you happy.

Kyoko Kirigiri

She’s a very intelligent girl, and she holds a lot of power.

“Remember to bring your sunglasses,” she’ll always remind you.

Has extra gloves for you, too.

Requests to change some of the lightbulbs in the classrooms just in case they are the type that hurt you.

She’s also a very good cuddler, too! She’ll run her fingers up and down your arms or play with your hair.

Doesn’t like to go on dates outside, which is fine by you.

Instead of outside dates, she’ll watch your favorite movies with you, or ask you questions to learn more about you.

She’s a curious cat when it comes to what makes you you.

You try to reciprocate the energy, but she doesn’t like to answer all of the questions you give her.

All the questions, all the questions, all the questions! You almost think she’s making a journal about you.

Sometimes she’ll take you out in the night in December, putting Christmas lights around the neighborhood. 

Someone will have to get on the other’s shoulders, often, but that just makes everything so much funner.

Especially when the tiny bit of snow falls from the sky.

Seeing Kyoko in the snow is like watching an angel.

Mukuro Ikusaba

She doesn’t quite understand what albinism means.

But she knows that it’s something serious, and you aren’t like other people.

Anything you tell her she’ll try to remember.

For your birthday, she got you a parasol. It was your favorite color, too! 

Twirling it in your hand while the two of you walk together is everything!

You got her a matching one, too, the both of you can twirl your parasol’s together.

She gets you a lot of random presents, things you don’t even know where she gets it from. Posters of your favorite musicians are you favorites.

When she moves into your house, she adds a lot of decor to your room. Things like plants, adding shelves for her books, and different stuffed animals her sister stole for her when they were homeless.

She’s very much an indoors person, but she is willing to do the shopping and cooking whenever you don’t feel well.

Can carry you, too. She’s surprisingly strong. 

Not that she can carry you, let me correct myself. She will carry you.

Also will fight anyone who disrespects you.

Celestia Ludenberg

She has a collection of parasol’s in her house, and will definitely allow you to dress up in her gothic lolita clothes if you so desired.

She likes touching your skin, too, definitely.

Everything about you is beautiful to her.

Being next to you in public makes her proud that she was able to date someone like you. 

Will help you in any way. 

But she always wants something in return. A kiss, nothing serious. Maybe showering with her if she’s feeling lonely enough.

“You’re invited to the mansion with me when I become rich,” she coos one night, turning to her side to look at you.

To her, the invite was a serious thing. All of her life she dreamed about being alone in the house with all of those boys. But if you’re there with her, then it might be a little better.

She is dreamy when it comes to skincare, and will always massage your face. It’s usually when you come back from being outside, and the sun has bothered your eyes, she will draw her thin fingers across your face to try and ease at least some pain.

But she’s such a drama queen sometimes, wondering why you can’t just go have tea with her sometime. Both of you settled on going when the sun is down, or when the clouds are thick. 

Because tea with her is fun, actually. Makes you tune into your inner lolita subculture.

Yasuhiro Hagakure

He’s a dummy sometimes.

“Hiro, can you grab my sunhat?”

“Sure thing!”

You step outside, asking him where it is.

“I forgot to get it, wait-”

His body is really large, and he can shade you if you get too overwhelmed. Not to mention that he easily drapes his jacket over you, sometimes.

This boy cares a lot!!!!

He listens to your every last word and complaint!! If you are in pain? He’s gonna take you home immediately!

A lot of strangers like to stare at you, sometimes taking pictures without you noticing.

He always calls them out, often yelling in public to defend you.

You defend him, too, sometimes having to bonk people on the head when they gawk at him.

But he’s an outdoorsy fellow when he’s not constantly in fear that the yakuza would kill him.

You don’t get to see him all that often. It’s a little disheartening.

He comes home whenever he can to give you big hugs!

Kokichi Ouma

He’s a little goofer sometimes.

Sometimes you have to go out without him, and it’ll never go well.

You’ll be almost out the door. “Where are my sunglasses?”

“Oh, I don’t know, S/O. Where are they?”

“You little shit.”

He always wants to go with you when you go outside. Just because he likes hanging out with you, also because he thinks your routine is very interesting.

Sneaks up on you all the time. Especially in public. 

It’s your least favorite thing ever when he does it when it’s sunny outside. 

But if someone tries to bother you, though, he will trip them or spit on them or even push them out of the way.

A lot of his DICE members will join in too, terrorizing them even days after. 

Every time he spends the night, he wakes up earlier than you, and always makes you a cup of tea/water/coffee for you when you wake up. 

He definitely gives you hugs from behind, too. Not even to surprise you. He just really likes wrapping his arms around you from that angle.

Draws you little pictures of yourself to leave around the house. It’s weird when he hasn’t came over in a while and yet you still find little post-it notes all over.

Kiibo

He has a very big brain! But he still asks a lot of questions about it.

He makes, almost forces, you to eat a lot of healthy foods so your physical health can improve a bit. It’s very annoying, but you do it for him.

Surprise kisses are what he’s good at! He will wake you up with kisses, give you nightly kisses before he turns off, and give you kisses throughout his day.

And he keeps his eyes on you!! Like all the time!!

Because he worries, and he tries not to let you know, which fails.

“Kiibo, you don’t have to worry.”

“I-I’m not worried! I just... love you a lot.”

You laugh, “you are worried because you love me.”

It makes him blush every time you tell him that. 

He loves you with all of his heart, it’s scary sometimes!

He didn’t think it was possible to love someone so much!

So he likes hearing you say you love him all the time. 

He doesn’t like the sun that much, and his ventures outside are shortlived, so you don’t have to worry about being forced to go out for whatever reason. 

[hajimes-erect-ahoge]

Postmortem- Chapter 15

Kokichi, Shuichi and Kaito go to the store and do some more training! ao3

The first thing Ouma registered upon waking up was that it was cold.

It wasn’t a blistering cold, but it was an absence of warmth that left him huddling under the covers in search of more heat. He vaguely recalled crawling into the lower bunk with Saihara last night, their bodies just barely close enough for them to feel each other’s body heat. Speaking of which, where was that body heat right now?

Groggily cracking his eyes open, Ouma sat up in bed and cast a quick glance to either side of him. Nothing. Saihara was gone and, upon inspection of the other bed in the room, Momota had risen as well.

Ouma yawned, interlocking his fingers and stretching his arms in front of him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, but froze when he heard faint voices from the living room.

“Are you sure, Momota-kun?” Unmistakably Saihara’s voice asked, “He’ll find out soon enough, you know how he is.”

“Ouma doesn’t need to know!” Momota argued, “Besides, he’s still sleeping! I bet we’ll be back before he even wakes up!”

Both of them froze when they heard the creek of the bedroom door opening, revealing a less than pleased Ouma standing over the threshold.

“O-Ouma!” Momota stammered, “Uh… How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough.” Ouma frowned, sticking his nose in the air haughtily. “I can’t believe you two were making plans without me, right in my own home! How rude!”

“It’s not what it looks like!” Saihara spat out, panicking. “We were only trying to protect you!”

“Psh! I don’t need protecting! Who do you think I am?” Ouma crossed his arms, pouting. “Now out with it!”

“Fine…” Momota gave Saihara a quick look before continuing, “Me and Shuichi were thinking out heading to the supermarket to pick up some groceries and other necessities.”

“That’s it?” Ouma asked, perplexed. “What’s the big deal about that?”

“We figured you would probably want to come with us, but, uh…” Saihara scratched at the nape of his neck nervously, “We’re not sure that’s the best idea.”

“Ohhhh, I see!” Ouma clapped his hands together excitedly. “Just kidding, I totally don’t get it. You were saying?”

“Listen, I know you don’t see it this way but you have enough on your plate already and we don’t want to give you even more to deal with.” Momota answered, “People probably aren’t going to react so greatly to seeing you out in person, especially after… you know…”

“We just don’t want you getting harassed or anything for what you did during the killing game.” Saihara explained, “I… I don’t want to see you get hurt, Ouma-kun.”

“Aw, how sweet!” Ouma grinned, “I appreciate the thought and all, but I don’t need you two protecting me from harm! I’m a big boy, I can handle myself!”

Saihara and Momota exchanged a worried glance, sensing Ouma’s stubbornness.

“Ouma-kun, please-” Saihara practically begged.

“It’s fine!” Ouma rolled his eyes, demonstrating his growing boredom. “I’ll show you that it’s no problem at all!”

“...Fine.” Momota gave in, not wanting to argue with him. “We leave in five.”

“Yay! I’ll go get ready!” Ouma gave a small cheer before running off, leaving Saihara and Momota standing awkwardly in the living room.

Both of them were clearly displeased at this turn of events, not having expected Ouma to wake up and interfere with their plans. But nonetheless, there was no taking back what had just transpired, so they simply prepared themselves for the inevitable.

After a short amount of time, Ouma returned to the living room to meet the other two once again.

“So what store are we even going to?” Ouma asked curiously.

“There’s a supermarket a few blocks from the apartment complex.” Saihara answered, “It’s pretty nice out so I figured we could walk there.”

“Okie dokie!” Ouma smiled, innocent as ever.

The trio then departed, making their way to the local supermarket.

~~~~~~~~~~

A few blocks later, the three boys arrived at the store. It was still quite early in the morning, thus the store was sparsely populated. This was the first time being in a public space since the killing game for all three of them, so it was agreed on that they should try to minimize their exposure to people for a bit. Ouma immediately took to observing the inside of the store, inadvertently making eye contact with a particularly sour-looking saleswoman. Paying no mind to it he quickly looked away after giving a sly smile. He was determined not to let anything get to him, solely focusing on getting in and out of the store.

The store was neither too large nor too small; It was big enough to house all of the supplies they needed yet small enough to seem cozy. Upon entering, the three boys decided it would be best to divide up their tasks, each of them searching a certain area of the store. Saihara was to stock up on food and drinks and Momota was to search for toiletries and other basic necessities not provided for them already, leaving Ouma to look for any other miscellaneous items. It was really a two-man job, as Saihara and Momota were covering both main areas of items that were needed, so Ouma took the opportunity to relax and browse the store for anything that seemed entertaining.

While Saihara and Momota occupied the first few aisles and middle of the store, Ouma took to the back shelves filled with various knick knacks and other goods. There were arts and crafts kits and board games suited for children, brightly colored with words that popped off the packaging. Travelling left led Ouma to discover a variety of puzzles, including a few milk puzzles. After a few moments of consideration, Ouma selected a puzzle that had the best chance at entertaining him, as well as a deck of cards and a mystery themed board game.

After scouring the remaining aisles for anything else that may have caught his attention, Ouma approached the register, noticing that the only open register was being run by the same lady that gave him a not-so-friendly look before. An awkward tension pierced the air as Ouma set his things down on the counter, sliding them forward.

The exchange was painfully silent as Ouma swiped his card, carefully stacking his items while sliding the receipt into his pocket. Mumbling a half-assed thank you, he gave the woman one last look, carefully observing her features.

The scoff that she gave almost went unheard by Ouma. Almost.

Narrowing his eyes, he stared back at her with more vitriol than before, though it hardly rivaled the look of pure disgust on her face.

“You’re lucky I even touched your filthy items, what with the horrible things you’ve done and all.” She spat, a haughty tone coating her words. “The other two I could deal with, but you’re really something else, you know? Walking in here like the whole outside world doesn’t hate you, acting like you’re above it all. It’s disgusting. I’m surprised you even got those two to tolerate you.” She gestured to Saihara and Momota, who were waiting outside of the store with their backs turned to Ouma, completely unaware of what was going on.

Ouma simply stared, processing the words that were just spat at him. He could deal with one person hating him, but the whole world outside of the killing game? Was he really that despised?

...Did his sacrifice mean nothing to them?

“I’d be careful if I were you.” The lady continued, ignorant of Ouma’s inner turmoil. “Or else you’ll end up back in the hospital where you belong.”

Eyeing her cautiously, he stepped backwards, slowly making his way to the exit. He had no idea how true this woman’s words were and he had no intention of finding out. Forcing the most obnoxious smile onto his face that he could muster, Ouma responded:

“Have a wonderful day, and thank you so much for the kind words. I truly appreciate it.”

The look of horror on the woman's face was most definitely worth it, Ouma thought.

With a quick turn of his heel he walked out of the store, meeting Saihara and Momota where they were standing outside.

“There you are!” Momota turned to him, “What took you so long?” He cast his gaze downwards, observing the items in Ouma’s hands. “What did you get?”

Ouma proudly showed off his items as they walked back to the apartment complex, describing each one with an unnecessary amount of detail. Momota then proceeded to call his purchases “childish” and “a waste of their money”, to which Ouma produced a waterfall of crocodile tears. By the time that Saihara was able to calm him down they had arrived at the apartment complex, the day still young.

Once they had arrived, they went about dispersing their newly purchased items into their new locations. While Saihara and Momota busied themselves with organizing things, Ouma simply threw the games he bought in the bedroom and went to go watch some television. For the time being he was content with just relaxing, the words of the woman from the store having been shoved to the back of his mind for now.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Alright, that’s enough stretching!” Momota declared, standing up straight. “It’s time for today’s workout!”

The sun was rapidly setting, the glowing orange tint of the sky fading into a purple-black. Soon enough, they would be engulfed by the darkness of the night.

“So what’s the workout for today?” Saihara asked, finishing up the last of his stretches.

“A run!” Momota announced proudly, messing with a few of the buttons on his new watch. “Fifty laps around the apartment complex!” With a loud beep of his watch, Momota took off running in the direction of the apartment complex, located just across from the park.

“Should we follow h-” Saihara turned towards Ouma, who was already sprinting away after Momota. With a sigh, Saihara began to jog after them, careful to conserve his energy.

Momota, who was already by the apartment complex, gave a quick look over his shoulder, smirking when he saw Saihara lagging behind. When he turned back forward, however, he yelped in surprise as he saw Ouma jogging slightly ahead of him.

“Nishishi!” Ouma giggled, noticing Momota exclaim in shock. “Momota-chan must be pretty out of shape if he can’t even keep up with me!”

“Huh?! You little-!” Momota sped up, chasing after Ouma. “I’ll show you who’s out of shape!”

“I’d like to see you try!” Ouma sprinted even faster, feeling surprisingly good. All of that running away from Momota that he did in the past was proving useful, he supposed.

Ouma and Momota remained in a stalemate for quite a while, each of them refusing to give in and slow down, even if that would be beneficial to them in the long run. Fatigue quickly settled in and they each began to slow down, though they stubbornly kept going.

Then Ouma tripped.

“Woah!” Momota came to a halt, crouching down besides Ouma. “Are you okay?”

“...Momota-chan…” Ouma whispered weakly, eyes downcast.

“...Yeah?”

“You’re so gullible!” Ouma took off in a sprint once more, barreling ahead of Momota.

“Damnit!” Momota tried, but failed, to catch up with Ouma, who had benefited greatly from the headstart he gave himself.

He ran and ran, but eventually Ouma disappeared from his line of sight, blurring into the horizon.

~~~~~~~~~~

Ouma had been running for what felt like hours, though in reality he knew it had probably been closer to about fifteen minutes. The apartment complex was already relatively large in perimeter, and doing laps around it only made him realize how truly large it must’ve been. It was completely dark out by now, the sun having dipped fully below the horizon. The moon was shining brightly, casting a shimmer of moonlight over his face.

Arriving at the entrance to the apartment complex, Ouma took note of how many laps he had completed. A quick check over his shoulder let Ouma know that neither Momota nor Saihara were nearby, giving him the perfect opportunity to take a break. He bent over, hands on his knees, panting. After staying like that for a few moments, he did a quick stretch and stood back up, letting out one last breath.

Staring into the distance, Ouma saw two figures approaching from the opposite direction.

“Saihara-chan! Momota-chan! There you guys are!” Ouma shouted, “I was starting to think you guys got lost or something!”

No response.

But Ouma could’ve swore he saw the two figures speed up.

Panic started to settle in as the two figures got closer and Ouma realized that they were, in fact, not Saihara and Momota. Forcing himself to move on shaky legs, he realized that he would stand little chance in a fight against two men significantly larger than him, especially with how winded he was from all the running he just did. With no other option but to run, Ouma forced himself to turn around, barely seeing the two mysterious men break out into a full sprint.

Two strong hands gripped his shoulders, jerking him backwards despite his attempts to get away. Before he could even turn around, something heavy and metallic connected with his head, sending a blaring pain throughout his skull. One hand breaking his fall and the other clutching his head, he could barely make out the two faces of the men right in front of him. He felt another sharp pain in his head, the arm supporting him giving out and causing him to crash into the ground.

The sound of two men laughing was the last thing he could remember before going unconscious.

[coastalhorrors]

I Want To Believe (In Us)

For @oumasaiexchange s Autumn Exchange, written for recipient number 1!!

Prompt: Drama! I like angst with a happy ending. I adore bittersweet content in fanfics. And as art, I like anything with really pastel colors and cute things.

Word count: 4,924

Summary: Shuichi Saihara wasn't too keen on summoning the undead this late at night, especially when the temperature outside his beaten down Subaru Legacy had just gotten down to below freezing. 

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Shuichi Saihara wasn't too keen on summoning the undead this late at night, especially when the temperature outside his beaten down Subaru Legacy had just gotten down to below freezing. 

The car itself rattled with each labored breath it took attempting to keep its inhabitants warm, and dust had started to pile up on the far reaches of the dashboard, but it was in better shape now than when Shuichi had gotten it. 

He had bought his car earlier that year from one of his Uncle's coworkers and had spent nearly half that amount of time trying to repair it. When he had gotten the car its seats were worn and stained with who knows what, and both the tail lights were out. There were also multiple dents on the trunk and on its sides, and upon seeing it Shuichi had realized why he had gotten the car so cheap. He had managed to fix the taillights and sanitize the inside, but from various investigations and some dubious late-night research, he figured those dents were just there to stay. 

He sighed as another sneeze sounded out from beside him and more dust scattered itself around them. 

"You're going to catch some sort of disease if you keep digging through the library's collection of occult tomes," Shuichi said, laying his headache-ridden skull back on the headrest. 'The black plague is back you know, and you're not immune."

He could practically hear the sly smile creeping its way onto Kokichi*s face.

"Aw, is my Shumai worried about me? Oh! Maybe he's just jealous that I'll find evidence of the supernatural before him, the Super High School Level Detective of all people!" He giggled mockingly, a childish lilt to his voice.

"Hardly," Shuichi replied wryly, gazing down drowsily at the dim blue light of the clock. 

11:47 P.M.

Thirteen more minutes.

Then Kokichi would try to summon whatever demonic creature he found this week in one of his many forums, historical books, or maybe even a newspaper, ultimately failing, and Shuichi could drive them back to the dorms so that he could watch more of the X-Files until he fell asleep. 

That had been their routine since about halfway through their first year at Hope's Peak Academy. Shuichi remembered the day when the infamous Kokichi Ouma had come to his dorm room one night, loud, out of rhythm knocking interrupting the peaceful quite Shuichi had become accustomed to throughout his small-time staying there. He had said he needed a ride somewhere and that he wasn't taking his chances with the questionable form of art that was public transportation. 

He also made a point to say that Shuichi was the only classmate he knew with a car, which was utter nonsense if you asked him. Mondo in the class three years above them had a motorcycle and made sure everyone knew it, and Kazuichi from the class above them was a mechanic for Pete's sake. Even Miu and Kaito owned their own trucks and Kirumi had a motorcycle she cherished dearly. 

Shuichi recalled brushing it off, Kokichi did enjoy his lies after all. And he didn’t mind going out that night, especially since he meant to go out anyway and grab some snacks for his study session with Kaito, Maki, and Kaede the next day. Which, coincidentally, he ended up almost missing because of how late he slept in. 

They ended up staying out until about 3:00 A.M. that night. Kokichi had said it was a stakeout for something Shuichi wouldn't understand, which was probably true considering to him it was a complete waste of time since the only memorable thing that happened that night was a particularly loud owl cooing from somewhere in the trees nearby.

And yet Kokichi came back a few days later with another reason to take Shuichi out into a field in the middle of nowhere, where the stars above shone brighter than any street lamp, and the tranquility was omnipotent. 

Shuichi had figured out where he was driving them to a few days in. It was a small field brimming with red and purple wildflowers in the spring and summer, near an old farm where a nice lady lived with her sheep and chickens. She had apparently inherited it from her grandfather who had been missing for years, it had made front-page news about two years ago. 

There was a shuffling from beside him, and when Shuichi looked over Kokichi seemed to be going through some sort of hastily written notes. Then he remembered what Kokichi's handwriting looked like and determined that it was probably actually pretty thorough, just too messy to read at a glance. He didn’t bother trying to read it, and he honestly wasn’t too interested in what it was pertaining, only because he knew even if Kokichi did try to explain it to him without lying through the whole thing he still wouldn’t understand why it was so important. 

The only words he was able to glean from his momentary glance were the title headers that contained such words as 'continued from page two','very dangerous', and 'what to do if…'.  He had no clue what Kokichi was trying to accomplish, or if he'd even succeed, he only knew that this was one of the things he openly took seriously. At least in Shuichi’s eyes, he didn’t know what the rest of his classmates saw. 

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the passenger's side door opened. "Well Shuichi, wish me luck in not getting my head completely obliterated by a demonic entity!" The smaller boy chirped, exiting the vehicle and trekking through the snowy field, occasionally sidestepping a slippery patch of ice hidden in the weeds. Shuichi watched the other boy for a while, followed him with dull golden eyes, how Kokichi gazed up at the stars for an answer to his question, whatever that was, how he scrutinized each star falling upon his gaze, always searching for something, even in the dead of winter. 

And yet Shuichi still couldn't figure the other boy out.

He didn't understand what was so important about this field if there even was anything really important about this field. He figured Kokichi probably wasn't above lying about taking Shuichi out someplace in the middle of nowhere. 

He'd have to keep going on these escapades with him to find out what was so important with this place.

Apparently, there wasn't anything important about the field. And if there had been, then Kokichi had completely blown it off. 

It was late December when Kokichi decided to take a look down in Hope's Peak Academy's basement. Which, granted was better than driving icy roads at the midnight hour, but at least in his car Shuichi had heating. 

The basement was dark and dank, smelling of dust and mold, and Shuichi got the distinct feeling that if he touched one of the walls on accident, he'd catch some sort of wicked disease. Kokichi, naturally, thought it was just right.

"You know Shuichi, this would be the perfect place to summon an unholy monstrosity," Kokichi said, walking beside him, flashlight in hand, round eyes glancing about the large room. "I wouldn't be surprised if there was a dead body hidden somewhere down here either." 

"Kokichi why are we down here? Don't you have anything better to do? Like studying for that physics exam maybe?" Shuichi said, ignoring the other boy’s previous statements, he had long gotten used to Kokichi's ramblings by now. He twisted his flashlight towards his right, coming across nothing but a slate grey wall and empty space. 

Kokichi gave him a wild look, violet eyes and bright white teeth gleaming from his light. "Oh Shuichi my beloved, when will you learn," he tsked. "I never study for those stupid things, we get them like every week, and as long as you pay attention in class, you're good enough." 

"You don't pay attention though," Shuichi said doubtfully, peering at him through his peripherals. "Earlier today you got into an argument with Rantaro in the middle of class." 

Kokichi grinned, "Oh you've got it all wrong! I'm a master at multitasking, a leader such as myself would no doubt be able to know what's going on in class whilst debating with my lab partner about whether or not contacting aliens is unethical!" 

Shuichi rolled his eyes back into his head, he should've expected an answer like that. 

"Ew, what's that creepy look on your face for?" He heard Kokichi say disgustedly. 

Shuichi hummed questioningly in response, somewhat quirking a brow, as his gaze fell back to Kokichi.

"You got an ugly smile on your face, you look like a sadist or something," Kokichi said, pointing his lithe fingers towards Shuichi's face. And to his shock, Shuichi realized he had let a small smirk cross his features. Unconsciously he took a small step back and raised his hands in defense. 

"O-oh it's nothing, I just remembered something funny from earlier," He said, hoping he successfully blew Kokichi's question off. 

He leered at Shuichi for a moment before something caught his eye ahead of them and he jumped forward. 

He sighed in relief, then paused abruptly. Why was he relieved? He had nothing to hide, so why was he so nervous under Kokichi's glare? Why did he feel so guilty all of a sudden? 

He eyed Kokichi, who had gotten a good few meters away by then, as he crouched down to pick at something on the ground. He was like a child, Shuichi thought, a really disturbing child, and he found himself wanting to let another smile crawl onto his face. 

He determined that Kokichi was way too charming for his own good. 

As the sun set on a snowy evening a few weeks after their basement escapade, Kokichi found himself back in the same boat. Not that he'd ever left, bugging Shuichi had been a hobby of his since late October. 

He sighed wearily and rested his head against the desk in his dorm. He had ended up pulling another all-nighter preparing for tonight’s investigation. They would be going down to the basement again, this time looking for a special type of worm Kokichi had heard about in a podcast. The midnight worm, as they were called, were bloodsuckers and could leap up to seven feet, maybe higher, and he wasn’t passing up the chance to possibly find such a rare specimen. 

Shuichi didn’t know that of course. Kokichi made sure he always goes into their little adventures blind. He liked watching the detective piece together the clues he was given, it was fascinating, especially for a runagate like him. The puzzled looks, the tentative movements, it was all just like sweet cream, and Kokichi was the cat lapping it up. 

His favorite was when Kokichi had planned a particularly difficult puzzle and Shuichi got fidgety. He bore witness to nose scrunching, nail-biting, clothes tugging, and the like. It made him extremely pleased to know that he’s stumped his starcrossed rival. 

Shuichi never learned of what those investigations were about, Kokichi never told him. And he could see how crazy it made the detective, not knowing just what he had gotten himself into. Which was the best part, Shuichi wasn’t entitled to come with Kokichi anymore, now that they had moved indoors for the deep winter. He could easily say no and reject coming with, and yet he just kept doing it. 

This also made Kokichi happy to see, as he had piqued the interest of Shuichi so much so that he just couldn’t say no. 

This was Kokichi's most nefarious plot yet. 

He'd keep coming up with these inspections, keep traveling from basement, to field, to the coast to wherever, as long as Shuichi came with him, until… well. He hadn’t figured that part out yet. He only knew that whatever it was going to lead to, it would be amazingly entertaining. 

Kokichi smiled to himself as he gathered up his notes on the midnight worms. He hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.

The corridors were quiet as he made his way down to Shuichi’s room, stark white walls clashing with the dark wood. Finally, he stood in front of the door of his acquaintance. His friend? His colleague. Though that still didn’t seem right as he knocked quickly on the door. A pattern Shuichi had no doubt gotten used to. 

There was a sound like someone had just set something down and some slight curious mumbling from inside when the door swung open. 

"Hello, there Mr. Detective! I’ve finally come to murder you in cold blood!" He lilted, stretching out the 'hello' for effect. 

The boy in front of him didn’t look fazed in the slightest, in fact, he looked almost expectant. 

"There you are, I was starting to worry if I had gotten my timing wrong," Shuichi said, clearly relieved. 

Kokichi grinned, "Aw, were you worried about little old me? Don’t worry, I’m always at your door on Thursday evenings, rain or shine!"

"Its Wednesday."

He shrugged, "Tomato, Tomahto. Ready to get moving? We don’t have all night."

Shuichi gave him a long look before blinking, coming back to his senses. "Yeah definitely, just let me grab my bag quick." He turned around, rummaging behind his door. He returned after a few seconds and gave Kokichi a courteous nod. 

He started forward, not looking back to see if Shuichi was following him, because he always was. 

"So what are we looking for today?" Shuichi asked. His footsteps were even, but Kokichi could feel the expectancy radiating off him. It made his smile return, even brighter this time.

"Oh you know I can’t tell you that, it’d be no fun that way. You are a detective after all." He called, looking over his shoulder. He saw Shuichi blow a small breath out of his mouth. He was glad to know the other boy was still interested. 

That was Kokichi's last thought before they descended the staircase into the basement. 

Shuichi had a problem. Quite a big one in fact. It had kept him up night after night, and the worst thing about was he couldn't even do anything about it. 

He was falling in love with Kokichi Ouma. Except there was something wrong with that sentiment, it being that he really couldn't fully say that he was in love. 

He had seen firsthand how people act when they're in love, he knew the consequences of it.

And Shuichi was terrified. 

He had seen relationships fall apart, sometimes while he studied at his Uncle's detective agency, and other times just out in the world. 

He remembered one time when he was younger and still lived with his parents, his mother had taken him out Christmas shopping. They were almost finished and were about to check out when an older guy, a high schooler he had assumed at the time, started shrieking about his girlfriend breaking his heart. And Shuichi was not too keen on replicating that.

Not that he ever thought he'd go on an angry rampage in a craft store decorated to the brim with wreaths and poinsettias, he liked to think he had much more self-control than that. 

No, Shuichi knew he couldn't deal with the aftermath of heartbreak, especially his very first one. It was common knowledge that high school relationships rarely ever last, and if they did, they developed into cruel, twisted and spiteful ones after a good while. And just thinking about the thought that he may never recover from a heartbreak that bad kept him up at night. 

Even more so now that there was a person he liked. Not loved. Definitely, totally not loved, he was way too young for that. 

But the way that Kokichi always had a puzzle for him, always made sure to keep some sense of mystery going, absolutely captivated him, and he was met with the mental image of a certain infamous mastermind playing a game of cat and mouse with a familiar detective. 

And his heart ached every time Kokichi brought him out somewhere now, as he watched violet eyes sparkle with delight at stumping him. He noticed that when the other boy was particularly excited for something, he'd twirl his hair around his finger ever so often. Which made his heart swell with something, all because Kokichi actually cared. He had spent numerous days, weeks even, of his life researching things for Shuichi to help him 'discover', and the thought that someone was there for him, and thought about him so often drove him insane. 

But high school relationships never last. It's not love. It's just some silly game they played. Nothing more. This was never going to go anywhere, so why even bother right? There'd be someone else when he was older, more mature. 

Shuichi was not going to ask Kokichi out, no matter how much he wanted to. Because as long as he kept reminding himself of that one simple fact that has so far been proven true and just, it would all be okay in the end. 

At least he hoped so anyway. 

Kokichi was suffering. 

Valentine’s day was just around the corner, and he was choking on hearts of red and pink, all because he went and started liking some stupid detective. A very handsome stupid detective. A handsome, and capable, but nevertheless foolish detective. 

He had done everything in his power to make Shuichi see him in that way, but it still hasn't worked, and he was starting to get frustrated. 

Kokichi had created case after case, researched day and night for something, anything to get Shuichi interested in him. And to a degree, it had worked. Now, they were what most people would safely call 'friends'. And that was well and good, but just friends, the thought of nothing more ever happening between them, made his stomach fall through the floor all the way to some sort of afterlife. 

But he couldn't stop trying. There was no harm in trying, only progress. At least that's what Rantaro and Miu would tell him when he lamented to them about his failing love life. That, and some other, less motivational words.

There was nothing left to do except suck it up, do some more exploration into things that might pique the other’s interest even more so than he had already accomplished, and continue with his plan. 

Kokichi was either doomed to fail or gain a mediocre at best win. 

Shuichi couldn't do this anymore. It was time to throw in the towel.

He couldn't take the late nights with Kokichi, the unnoticed glances he threw the other boy. The teasing was unbearable as well, he found it impossible not to be flustered around the other boy, and Kokichi would always respond with some snarky comment like, for example, accusing Shuichi of having a crush on him. 

Which really wasn't very nice at all, specifically because of the way Kokichi would stare at him when he asked the question. Like he was actually expecting some sort of answer. 

It made Shuichi's gut turn. Because really what was he supposed to say? 'Actually, you know what, I do like you Kokichi, a lot.' What kind of sadistic person would do that to themselves? People with a crush on a short, immature, liar that's who.  

No.

No, he was done with it. He had to end it now or else it would never happen. 

Shuichi had planned it all in his head. Each step in a specific fashion, planned carefully so that he'd have the best results. Which really would just be Kokichi not calling him out on the spot. 

Yet as he walked down the hall towards Kokichi's room, he felt his legs moving at an unearthly slow pace. He had to convince himself multiple times that it would be okay, that he could do this, and he wouldn't disintegrate while in the middle of speaking.

Because it was either this or more useless pining after a foolish dream.

As he arrived at the door, Shuichi realized he was shaking the tiniest bit and had to will himself to raise his hand towards the door. His fist clenched so hard, he wouldn't be surprised if he drew blood soon. Then the door swung open, and Kokichi Ouma stood in front of him, eyes wide and brows raised. 

"Oh hey Shuichi," he chirped pleasantly. "Are you stalking me now? Because you know, standing outside someone’s door is kinda creepy."

Shuichi felt his face heat up as he stumbled back a step. No doubt his face was as red as the wildflowers just starting to grow in the gardens outside. 

He quickly realized his fist was still raised and shot it down beside him. 

"Well, no actually, um, I have-" he started but was interrupted by the boy in front of him. 

"Whatever, anyways Shuichi we're going out tonight!" Kokichi exclaimed happily, grinning from ear to ear. Except something seemed off.

Something he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

"O-out?"

"Yup! Remember that old field we went to a few months back? The one by the spooky old murder barn? We're going back there tonight!"

Shuichi did remember that field. And that barn in fact, though he didn’t recall any homicides occurring near it. "You mean you’re going to make me drive you out there again?" Shuichi asked, knowing the answer already as Kokichi nodded his head casually. "Look, Kokichi, I would really love to drive you there but-"

"Great! It's a date then! I'll see you tonight Shuichi!" He said, leaning forward and dragging out Shuichi’s name in a way that made his heart leap.

And just like that, there was a door back in his face as Kokichi closed it on him.

He stood there for a few moments, unsure of what to do next. His choice of words and use of 'date' made his voice catch in his throat, but ultimately he decided it was just a coincidence. 

He decided to go along with Kokichi that night, and he’d tell him there that they couldn’t continue these late-night shenanigans. 

Tonight would be the last time. 

The air was cool with an early spring breeze when they arrived at the grassy meadow. It was nearly dark when the two left the dorms, so Kokichi had made sure to pack some flashlights. He laid down a small linen blanket he'd also made sure to bring over the fresh grass, they were going to be here a while he figured, so why not be comfortable? 

Shuichi stood awkwardly at the edge of the blanket, eyeing Kokichi wearily as he relaxed down onto it. "What’s that look for Shuichi?" He asked in a way that hopefully resembled his usual tone and hid the nervousness he was feeling. "If I was less humble I'd say you look a bit flustered."

He swore he saw Shuichi’s face turn pinker than usual, but he blamed it on the lack of light. Kokichi did, however, watch as the detective shifted his weight, clearly on the fence about something, before settling onto the blanket next to him. 

Kokichi looked up into the night, staring into the vastness of the universe. They had traveled far enough from the cramped urban cityscape to be able to see a majority of the stars that covered the sky like a curtain. It was one of the reasons he enjoyed coming out here so much. That and watching for otherworldly spaceships. 

Though that’s not why he brought Shuichi out here, at least not this time. Kokichi was going to confess. He was tired of waiting and of feeling his heart sink into what seemed like a black hole of hopeless aching. He didn’t care if he got rejected anymore, he just wanted it out. 

He took a deep breath and shoved his anxiousness into the corner of his mind. "You know why I brought you out here, right Shuichi?"

Shuichi turned to him, the hands on his chest fidgeting in habit, and an eyebrow quirked in intrigue. "If I was to give a wild guess, I'd assume you took me out here to look for extraterrestrials again?"

Kokichi smiled, he had figured that one out months ago, back when freezing snow still coated the ground in layers.

He was about to speak when Shuichi interrupted him. "Do you really believe in all that stuff? The aliens, the shapeshifting wolves, all the things you brought me with you to find?"

He turned to the other boy, eyes wide in shock, he hadn’t planned for a question like that, especially having been already busy with his own agenda. 

"I…Want to believe in them." Kokichi responded, surprising himself with such an honest answer. "It's more fun that way. There are so many boring things in the world. Stuff like that… Like spaceships and vampires and teeny leprechauns, it all just makes life so much more interesting you know? Just like…"

He paused, clamping his eyes shut tight in preparation for what he was about to say. It was now or never.

"Shuichi, you’re really smart you know?" Kokichi began, sitting up from the blanket, "like crazy smart, and so tolerant of everyone, even if they start wearing your patience thin. I could never do that. I think it's really admirable of you."

He felt Shuichi shift beside him and nearly combusted on the spot when he spoke. "Are you alright Kokichi? You’re not acting like yourself, do you want water? Or do we need to get back to the dorms?"

He winced, opening his eyes back up but looking to the left to avoid the others' intense gaze. "That too. You’re so kind. Too kind if you ask me, especially towards people like me who don’t deserve it."

"Kokichi-, "Shuichi started, but he had to keep going, or else he would never get it out. 

"Listen, I know it doesn’t make sense, and I know you’re going to hate me afterward but…" He sucked in a breath, "But I like you Shuichi. Like, I really like you. And I know you don’t like me that way, or else I would have known by now, but I physically can’t keep it in anymore Shuichi, if I did, I'd probably die on the spot. That’s… That’s why I brought you here…" Kokichi said the last words slowly, absorbing in sections what he'd just said. 

Now Shuichi would scream at him and tell him he’s worthless and foolish for somehow falling for him, and Kokichi would be able to go on with his life and finally get over this. He could deal with the hateful stares and glances in the hallways, as long as the truth was out.

He flinched slightly when he felt a warm hand wrap itself around his arm. "Look at me Kokichi," he heard Shuichi say in a soft voice that made Kokichis heart yearn. "Please?" 

Slowly, he turned back towards Shuichi. His face shone dimly in the moonlight, but still, his golden eyes stared through him fiercely, picking every bit of him apart. He didn’t seem angry, however, but he still couldn’t figure out exactly what Shuichi was feeling. 

Then, in a nearly inaudible voice said, "I like you too, Kokichi."

It took him a moment to figure out just what Shuichi had meant, but when he did, his heart jumped into his throat. 

"What?" He managed to choke out between nervous breaths. Shuichi really couldn’t be serious.

"I said-" he paused, seemingly trying to gather his words. "I said that I really like you too. I was just… Scared, I guess." He quieted again after that.

He was serious.

Kokichi made a small 'O' with his mouth and looked down at the blanket. Shuichi’s hand was still clasped around his arm. He could definitely guess what he was afraid of. Rejection, heartbreak, falling out of love. The like. 

"Well," Kokichi started. "We can always deal with that later, down the line when we get to it." He said, looking back up at Shuichi when something caught his eye. 

He gasped, "Look Shuichi, a shooting star!" Kokichi said, a childish tone returning to his voice. 

"That’s a plane, not a shooting star," Shuichi stated after looking up, clearly still a bit apprehensive from their conversation. 

"That doesn’t mean you can’t wish on it though." He said in a sing-song voice, he was tired of their serious discussion. Kokichi saw Shuichi glance back up at the plane. It was small compared to the open sky. He smiled. 

Kokichi stood then, brushing off Shuichi’s hand and stretching his arms and legs when he caught the look Shuichi gave him. 

"What are you doing?"

"I think, dear Shuichi, that we deserve a treat. Ice cream sounds good right now. And maybe some fries." Kokichi responded. Truthfully told, he had forgotten to eat all day due to his restlessness. 

Shuichi smiled up at him, and Kokichi saw him take a breath.  Yeah, that sounds nice. We should get going before it gets too late and nothing's open though." He stood and cautiously, reached out his hand towards the other boy. 

Kokichi took it. 

They walked back to Shuichi’s old car in comfortable silence. It was new, and it made Kokichi shiver at the thought of it, but it was welcomed. 

Right then Kokichi decided they could deal with their anxieties later. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy Shuichi’s company. 

[firesofdainix]

Long Road to Success (Part III)

Chapter 3: Countdown

Final Chapter.

Ten days before the auditions Kokichi was awake. He was always awake, even at night. His sleeping schedules were now all messed up. It was probably from those dreams he kept having. He blinked. Those dreams. They weren't just dreams. They were the future. Like the hydraulic press. He was going to die in Momota's hands. Why did they work together anyway? ~~~ Amami cried. He cried and cried until he had no more tears in the day. Tsumugi would occassionally bring him breakfast, lunch and dinner, but he only eats little pieces. The room was dark. So dark. The only light source was from the window, which only shines during the day. But never at night. He doesn't have a bed to sleep in. He was chained to one of the bed's legs. He only slept sideways. So uncomfortable. He wished he had never signed up for this show. Amami never spoke to Tsumugi. He just wanted to go home. To his family. To his friends. To Kokichi. ~~~ Tsumugi was sitting on a bench, waiting for Keebo to arrive. She wrote on her notebook, wondering what personality she should give Keebo in his time in the virtual world. Since he wanted to be a robot (he told her before they met today), maybe he wants to fit in and try to be a real human? Maybe he'd even make a new kind of phobia? Tsumugi tapped her pencil, and, stifling a laugh, wrote Robophobia. She's going to make one of the most hilarious characters ever. ~~~ Momota was staring into space. Again. It was his obsessive hobby, to keep all the negative thoughts he had today. He sighed to himself. The stars are beautiful tonight. Would it be just easier to look at them, than to look at yourself? ~~~ Keebo covered his neck with a scarf. It was scratched (well, Ouma strangled him) and he did't want Tsumugi to panic. The scars looked like red blemishes. He hopped on Angie's car, and they drove. Keebo told her the directions along the way. To the expressway. Turn left. Right. Straight. Two hours later, Keebo saw the familiar blue hair and eyes on a mansion's porch. His mother's as rich as his father. He wondered why they divorced, though. ~~~ Harukawa inhaled and exhaled, and braided an orphan girl's hair. She loved braiding people's hair. She just doesn't want anyone to braid her own hair, though. Her delicate fingers delicately making tails of braids, and the girl clapping happily. Was she ready? To leave her normal, peaceful life, then replace it with a killing game? She sighed to herself. Maki can finally be a part of Danganronpa. ~~~ "Hi, Keebo!", Tsumugi said, waving at the blonde in the car. Keebo got out of the car and ran to Tsumugi, hugging her. "I missed you", Keebo said. "Oh, and this is my friend-and roommate- Angie." He gestured to the silver-haired girl walking towards them. "Both of you must be tired", Tsumugi cooed. "Don't worry, I'll ask the maids to prepare us dinner." The dinner in the Shirogane house was delightful. Keebo smiled at the smell of the scent of his dinner. So pleasing. "Here are some updates in Danganronpa", Tsumugi said, eating a doughnut. "There will be no breaks." "No breaks?", Keebo repeated, drinking his lattè. "Wouldn't that damage our memory and our way of thinking?" Tsumugi shrugged. "The longer you are living in the virtual world, the less you'll remember who you are in the real world." Angie ate her dinner silently. She listened to the siblings' conversation. Sometimes, she saw Tsumugi looking at her. She wondered why. "Angie, can you please tell me why you want to join Danganronpa?", Tsumugi asked. Suddenly the conversation is about her now. Angie bit on her sausage before she spoke. "I work at a casino-" "And why would someone as young as you would work at a casino?" "My parents were Christians. I came out as bi, they disowned me. End of story." Tsumugi nodded, thinking hard. Angie would make a fine, religious character, to contrast with her views in the real world. She would be dependent on her god, and will also form a student council by brainwashing students. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?", Angie asked. Tsumugi blinked and realized she was staring at Angie a little too much. "Oh, sorry, I just love your hair", Tsumugi lied. Angie mumbled a thank you and they go back to eating their dinner. ~~~ Kokichi should apologize to Keebo. No. He deserved it. He walked in circles, not minding the noise of children and mothers and cars, and just minding his own business. A ball was thrown at him. He didn't flinch. He just stood there, staring at a ball until a child picks it up. He went back to walking, not minding everyone. So boring. Nine days before the auditions Angie met Keebo's sister yesterday. She was a nice person, but the same time all strange. Especially the whole consequences of the Danganronpa show too. Tsumugi also kept staring at her direction. She wondered why. Angie twirled her silver hair as she drew random sketches in her sketcbook. She ended up sketching all her friends. Angie wondered on how they were waiting for the auditions. ~~~ Shuichi was excited. What if he became the Ultimate Detective? Then he'd be like Kirigiri in the past. He can also kill people and leave no evidences. Then they'll vote the wrong person. But if Shuichi got found out, he gets executed. Oh, he can't wait to get executed. He wrote on his notebook in bold letters: Ways to get executed. He just hoped Team Danganronpa would approve of this. ~~~ Tsumugi transferred Rantaro in the basement of her mansion. No one knew about it except her. Maybe Amami knew that he was transferred. Amami woke up, rubbing his eyes. There was a huge glass door on his left. This doesn't look like the room he was imprisoned in. Wait. He blinked. A glass door. He ran toward it, only to be pulled back by a longer chain. Hey, at least he can move better now. There was a bed in the middle of the room. He lied down on it. So fluffy. So comfortable. He closed his eyes. He hoped he can get enough sleep. "Here's your breakfast, Rantaro!", the sweet, familiar voice filled his ears. His eyes shot open. ~~~ Keebo was just minding his own business, studying the garden. The flowers in their garden were beautiful, unlike his garden. Their garden was so big, it looked like a forest. He sat on a vacant bench, staring at what Mother Nature had offered to him. Then something caught his eye. Tsumugi was carrying a tray filled with dessert and breakfast. There were also a few drinks in that tray. Keebo, curious to whom that's for, followed Tsumugi stealthily. He followed his sister until Tsumugi was in front of a door. Tsumugi looked around, and, took a key from her pocket, unlocking the door. She went inside the room. Keebo followed her, and saw that there were stairs leading to the basement. He descended down the steps. Upon reaching the final steps, he heard Tsumugi's voice echo through the walls. "Here's your breakfast, Rantaro!" Keebo blinked. He followed her voice and came across the middle of the room, where he found Tsumugi. In front of her was a boy with green hair chained up on one of the bed's legs, and his eyes red upon seeing Tsumugi. "Where am I?", he asked. That voice. He knew that voice. But from where? "Just in my house, Rantaro", Tsumugi replied. "I transferred you here." "Then you didn't let me escape?", Amami said, his voice toxic. His eyes wandered around the room, until his eyes were locked with Keebo's metallic blue eyes. "And who the fuck is that?" Amami pointed at Keebo's direction. Tsumugi's eyes widened. "Keebo, what are you doing here?", she asked, concern in her voice. "Not now", Keebo said, then looked at Amami. "Tell me why he's here. In your house." ~~~ Amami bowed his head, tuning Tsumugi and Keebo's voices out. Who the hell is that? The boy was wearing a trench coat and a cap that obscured his eyes, but he can see spiky platimum blonde hair and metallic blue eyes. Tsumugi turned and looked at Amami with a smile. He groaned inwardly. That smile was sickening. He remained silent, not wanting to intrude. "This is my brother, Keebo", Tsumugi said, finally talking to Amami. "Nice to meet you", his voice was monotone, almost like he rehearsed that line in his head. "I don't care." Keebo flinched, and looked at Tsumugi with a blaming stare. "Tsumugi, let him go." His voice sounds demanding, and all at the same time calm. Was he really Tsumugi's sibling? Then again, maybe he just needed some rest. Or maybe little food. He's stomach was rumbling. "Give me my damn food Shirogane", he said harshly. Tsumugi looked at him with a stunned look on her face. Then she lightly smiled. "Oh? Demanding the food now?", she teased lightly, and Amami responded with a growl. Tsumugi stepped back until she gave him the tray filled with food. The food was heavenly. He hadn't eaten much in a while. That must be why he was so thin and his eyes sunk. The scones were delicious. The lattès were tasteable. Everything was tasty. He didn't want to get full. He took a bite from a buttered toast, taking in its savory contents. He didn't care if the others were looking at him like an animal. He was hungry as fuck. ~~~ Kokichi gasped, out of breath. He had another nightmare again. This time with the shot put ball stained red-or maybe pink?-. Whatever the case, he breathed heavily. A body was sprawled across the floor, face obscured from view. The dream was a blur anyway. No count in remembering everything that's happened. He checked his clock. It was seven-thirty in the morning. The sun's ray were lighting up his room, so he immediately went downstairs, to be greeted by his parents. Kokichi forced a smile, though his eyes say otherwise. His face got uglier as time goes on. He had shadows on his eyes, an empty gaze and disheveled hair. He didn't bother listening to everyone. These nightmares were telling him something. The future. Was it dangerous to join Danganronpa? Well, there's no way in backing out now. He sat on his chair and ate the breakfast given to him. His parents were already doing their work, no use to make contact with them. He wondered if they really cared about him. I mean, sure, they provided him basically everything he needs, but the way they accepted that he was going to audition for Danganronpa... Kokichi finished his food and cleaned his plate. He put on a checkered jacket (even though it's hot) and walked out of the house, taking one step at a time. The sun was warm. It was always warm, especially on summer. It was always one of the things that made Kokichi smile, but... it didn't make him smile after the dreams started. He just stared blankly around him, even complaining about the sun's light. He sighed to himself as he walked down the familiar, boring street. He was looking down the whole time. Why? To look depressed or homeless? He doesn't know. Kokichi found the orphanage, specifically, the orphanage where Maki lives in. He gasped for breath, his legs tired. Just how long did he walk? He was already in the middle of the city. Kokichi shrugged. He wanted to visit Maki, so he knocked on the door. Luckily, Maki was the one who answered. "Yes?" Her eyes then lit up when she saw Kokichi. "Oh, hey Kokichi. Haven't seen you in a while." "That's because you avoided me." Ouma's tone was sharp, curt. It made Maki flinch a little, especially seeing the look on his face. There was nothing readable on his face. "So, um, Kokichi, what are you doing here?", Maki asked the obvious question. Ouma shrugged. "I dunno. I was just walking and I'm suddenly here. In your place." "Um, you can come in." Maki widened the open door so Kokichi can come in. ~~~ Tsumugi left. But Keebo didn't. Amami wondered why he's still here, sitting down beside him. Amami couldn't care less. "Go away." Keebo shook his head. "No." Amami's eyes widened, but closed his eyes. He wanted to sleep. "I want to sleep", he announced, and hopped on the bed, chains clinking. "Of course." Keebo stood up. "Have a good rest then, Amami." Have a good rest. Amami shook his head. He can't have a good rest. Amami's mind wandered to his dreams. He dreamed again. A blonde haired girl with a pink vest and skirt. Along with her was a boy with black hair and black cap with a striped suit. And is that mascara on his eyes? But somewhere, Amami knew them. He just can't remember. ~~~ Kokichi ignored the noise of the children. All he wanted was to talk to Maki. Maki walked, and Kokichi followed. They passed by children that are younger than them. He doesn't care. Maki finally stopped. He looked up and saw Maki standing in front of a door. It must be her room. She turned the knob and opened it. Her room. It was small, as small as a closet. There was a pile of blankets and pillows in a corner, and a small table and chair with a bag on top of it. "I was one of the people that were granted rooms by themselves", Maki explained. Kokichi nodded. He sat down on the cracked floor tiles while waiting for Maki to clean up. He heard a voice from downstairs, calling for Maki. Maki groaned. "I'm coming!", she shouted. Then, she turned to Kokichi, sighing. "Damn it, those children need to learn how to fucking take care of themselves." She dropped the things she was holding and left the room. Kokichi can hear her stomping. ~~~ Tsumugi was in her room, crafting out ideas and personalities that she would be in use for. She mentioned that she was the mastermind of the new show. Oh, she can't wait. She needs to not be found out in the start of the chapter. She must frame someone else. But who would she frame? Who would she kill? Eight days before the auditions Kokichi screamed. He woke Maki up, who was sleeping beside him. He thought having someone with him can make him stop having nightmares, but looks like he was wrong. "Kokichi, what the fuck was that?", Maki groaned, rubbing her head. "We were supposed to have a peaceful sleepover. Kokichi didn't answer immediately. He needed to stop breathing loudly. He calmed himself down before speaking. "Yeah, sorry." Maki grunted and turned her body away from Kokichi, probably going back to sleep. But Kokichi was still awake. "Hey, Maki?" A grunt in response. "Where's the kitchen?" "Downstairs to the right. Don't make any noise. Pretty sure you woke some people up." "Okay." Kokichi untangles himself from the covers, and stood up. The floor was cold if he stepped on it with his bare feet. He also felt the cracks. It was uncomfortable sleeping on the bare floor. His back hurts. A lot. How was he able to sleep? He stepped quietly out of the room, careful not to make a sound. As he walked, he tried to remember the dream he had. It was about the shot put ball. It was in the library. With the corpse. The corpse. He stopped walking. The corpse had green hair. It can't be. It can't be Rantaro, can it? He shook his head, trying to walk again. Slowly, he made it to the kitchen. He started to prepare his coffee, since he doesn't care about sleeping anymore. He looked at the clock near the kitchen. It was just four-sixteen. Almost morning. No point in sleeping anymore. The kettle whistled and Kokichi turned it off before it made any more noise. He poured the hot water on a cup, and opened the cupboards to find a teabag. He finally found one, and dipped it in the cup with water. Tasting it to see if it actually tastes like caffeine, he started to drink it. It was complete darkness inside the house, except for the light in the kitchen. He sipped more of his coffee. He didn't go back to Maki's room. Kokichi just unlocked the door, closed it, then walked out. It was a cold morning, even though it was summer. Lampposts were everywhere, lighting up surroundings. He wore his jacket tighter, and walked away from the direction of the orphanage. He walked and walked. He walked until his legs can't carry him anymore. He was tired, and he looked up. Fortunately, he was looking at his own house. Kokichi didn't say goodbye to his parents when they went to work, probably because he wasn't there. He was in the orphanage. He also didn't ask his parents if he can sleep in his friend's house. But who the fuck cares? He didn't bother knocking. He just sat on the porch, waiting for morning. The caffeine kicked in, and he can't sleep, no matter how he tried. Hey, at least he won't dream about someone dying. ~~~ The class trial weighed heavy on his shoulders. He was now accused of the culprit, and all the people looked at him. With fear? With sadness? With anger? He can only laugh, saying how idiotic they all are. He was somewhat familiar in a sense. Who was he? He was what Shuichi wanted to be. He can only laugh. Just laugh, you monster. Shuichi woke up, with a smile on his face. His dreams were always making him feel euphoria. How good. Too bad that dream ended. He wanted more. He shrugged. Oh well. He reached for something in the darkness. He felt something thick and leathery, and he held it up. A knife. He smiled to himself as he cut himself. The pain stung, but he didn't mind. He can only laugh. Laugh at the feeling of pain. Enjoy the feeling of pain. He is, after all, a masochist. He already confirmed it. Oh, he just can't wait to audition for Danganronpa! Saihara finished, and licked the blood coming from his fingers. The copper taste filled his mouth. He moaned. Blood was his breakfast. He loved it so much. He moaned again. He licked his fingers again, until he can feel no more blood trickling down his fingers. He looked at his clock. It was still early in the morning, but he couldn't wait. He opened the light and took his notebook out of his bed. He opened to the page where he left off, him being brutally murdered and mutilated. Maybe he'd be the victim of the unsolvable Chapter Five. Saihara touched the graphite. He was a good artist, but only used it for... these purposes. He enclosed his fingers on a pencil, and started to draw. He can feel sweat between his fingers as he clenched the pencil more. He finished, then smiled at his work. It was beautiful, in a sick way. ~~~ The stars. They were just so hard to reach. But why? Kaito raised his hand to reach for the stars, but all he grasped was empty air. Nothing. Don't worry, he reassured himself. When you become famous, you'll reach the stars in no time. The galaxies are telling him to come to them. He wants to. That's why he's here, staying up all night, looking at the stars. The stars he can never reach, albeit with a rocketship. Kaito laughed. How cruel this world may be, he still kept his optimistic personality. The only problem is that he doesn't show it to anyone. ~~~ He touched the bookcase. It moved with his touch. A flash blinded his eyes. Confused, he looked to the way where he thought the flashlight was. Sure enough, there was a camera. He blinked. Why would there be a camera? He walked up to it. He tried to remove it, ignoring that overly annoying song. He didn't notice a shot put ball rolling through the vents. Through the books, which were arranged like a path. As he checked the camera, he didn't notice the shot put ball fall. It fell. And fell, until it was on the top of his head, ready to- Amami woke up, tears streaking his face. Just what the fuck did he just dream about? Was that him? It looks like him. Was he about to... get hit by that shot put ball? Why was he dreaming that? A prophetic dream? Well, he can't let himself die. He's the damn Ultimate Survivor. The fucking Ultimate Survivor. He can't die like that. The chain clinked as he sat up, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed. It must be morning, or he woke up early again. "Rantaro! Breakfast!" Tsumugi's voice echoed from the stairs. Okay. He did wake up just in time. Tsumugi made her way to him, with a tray on her hands. Behind her was the boy-Keebo, he reminded himself- and he was staring at him. "What's he doing here?", Rantaro demanded. "I am here to take care of you." Wait. Did Amami hear that right? Someone wanted to care for him? "Okay, I have something to do", Tsumugi said, waving at them as she gave the tray to Keebo. "You guys have fun!" Now he was all alone. With this boy. What could possibly go wrong? Anything. Keebo inhaled and neared Amami. "Don't come near me", Amami warned. "Just slide the tray over to me." Keebo shook his head. "I'm not leaving you here." ~~~ Angie was lost. She just wondered around some parts of the mansion, and she got lost. She groaned to herself. She didn't know where her room is. She retraced her steps (well, tried to), and bumped into Tsumugi. "Oh, I'm really sorry, Miss Shirogane", Angie apologized. Tsumugi just smiled in response. "That's alright. Are you lost?" "Well, that's actually it." "Where do you want to go?" "Well..." Angie twirled her hair. "I want to go to the library." Tsumugi nodded. "The library's on the third floor. It's located between my mother's room and step-brother's. Don't worry about getting lost. There are also labels." She walked past Angie, her heels clacking over the marble tiles. Angie followed Tsumugi's imstructions, and found the library. She gasped as a marvelous sight unfolded her. ~~~ "I believe in Maki." He said, which made people question his beliefs. A boy with black hair and purple dye was sweating. "You... you can't be that idiotic, can you?", he said. "Our lives are at stake!" A girl with black hair and green eyes looked unamused. "Yep, pretty sure he's an idiot." He huffed. "Hey! Don't call me an idiot! It really hurts my feelings!" Kaito opened his eyes, then blinked. Was that him? It doesn't sound like something he would say. He was saying he believed in Maki. People contradicted his beliefs. Especially that boy with purple hair. Was that... "Nah, can't be that shit", Kaito said to himself, then jumped of his bed, the floors thudding. What the hell was that dream about? ~~~ Shuichi ignored his father's voice in his head. "You're just a worthless, piece of shit. Nobody wants you. Don't fucking join Danganronpa. You won't become famous." It's ironic, really. Considering that his father was Leon Kuwata, one of the cast of the first Danganronpa game, that was over a decade ago. He hadn't really seen his father's game, but it would be good not to. He lied on his bed, thinking on what he should do today. Suddenly his stomach rumbled. Maybe he was getting hungry. He sighed and got up from bed, and walked to his apartment's kitchen. He opened his cupboards to find nothing. He opened his fridge to find nothing. Fuck, he forgot to buy food. He groaned, then walked back to his room, and opened one of his desk drawers. He found his wallet, and checked if he had money. He had money. He looked at the clock. Wow. He slept really long. It was almost noon. He gathered up all his strength and went in the bathroom. After some minutes in the shower, he went to his room to dress. He looked at his clothes. What would he look like in a detective suit? Would he look good? Shuichi waited at the bus stop. He waited and waited, re-watching Danganronpa. So boring. He was eager to be in the next season already. "So, you're riding the bus too, huh?", a familiar voice asked. Shuichi dared to look up. Instead, he avoided the other one's gaze. "Oh, hey, Momota", Shuichi deadpanned. Momota just smiled, but there was no malice in it. It just looked like and ordinary smile. If he wasn't such an asshole, it'd be a perfect smile on his face. "Why don't we... talk to each other?", Momota said. "I don't want to talk to you." Momota scratched his head. "Fine, you don't want to talk to me. How 'bout I make you?" Shuichi winced at the sudden pain on his left arm. Momota was tightening his grip on it. "W-what do you want?", Shuichi asked, breathing as Momota let go of him. How can he be so strong? "Nothing", Momota said, leaning on the bench they both shared. "I just wondered why you're here, that's all." Shuichi groaned inside. "Grocery shopping." ~~~ "Kokichi? Where have you been?" His mother noticed he was gone? That must be impressive. For him. Kokichi looked up to meet his mother's eyes. "Went to one of my friend's house. That's about it." His mother then shook his head. "Well, come in, breakfast is ready." Kokichi obeyed and stood up, following his mother inside of his house. The smell of butter and caffeine filled the air, making Kokichi stop and savor the smell. His father was at the table, reading a newspaper with a cup of coffee on his hand. He looked up to see Kokichi, and his eyes widened. "Kokichi, you look terrible", he said. Kokichi remained silent as his mother gave hima plate with buttered toast and tea. "The pancakes will be cooked soon, don't worry", she assured him, as she went back to the kitchen. Kokichi picked up a piece of toast and took a bite from it. He savored the taste. It was so heavenly. The butter was slippery inside his mouth, but that's just one of its characteristics, right? His mother offered him a plate of pancakes, and he bit into it. He had his own tastes, and he loved sweets. But not with tea. "Mom, do we still have Panta?", he asked, eating his pancakes. "Oh, yes, we do still have some", his mother said, searching the fridge. She finally pulled out a can with a label that said Panta. Kokichi's eyes shone in delight. "Here you go." Kokichi sipped at it, savoring the tasty grape juice inside it. ~~~ Silence. It was silence in the basement. No one dared to speak. Amami finished his breakfast. He pushed the tray to the blonde, who received it, but didn't do anything. "Aren't you gonna leave?", Amami asked. "You're going to bring it to someone if it needs washing." "Yes, I do have a reason to leave", the other said. "Yet another part of me wish for you to have a friend." Amami blinked. A friend? Is he joking? Why would he think he needs a friend? He can't help but laugh. Just a short while until he stopped laughing. "What was so funny?", Keebo asked, tilting his head. Amami just shrugged. "Just come here." He motioned to Keebo to come forward. Keebo followed. The blonde was finally within Amami's reach. He reached for Keebo's neck. "Am-mami!", Keebo choked. "God damn it, not again!" What is he saying, not again? Did he get strangled in the past? No wonder why he was wearing a scarf. But Amami couldn't care less. "Amami! Stop!", Keebo shouted between gasps and heaves. Good. He's having trouble breathing. Amami dug into his skin. "You remind me of how Ouma strangled me!" Amami let go of Keebo's neck. His arms went slack beside his body. "What did you say?" Amami shook his head. Kokichi wouldn't do something like that, would he? "About Ouma...?", Keebo asked, a little far from Amami. Good. "Obviously." "Okay", Keebo exhaled, then began. "Someone blackmailed him into auditioning for Danganronpa." "What?", Amami couldn't believe his ears. Someone blackmailed his best friend into joining Danganronpa? He only knew a group of people who can do that. "And he agreed." Keebo continued. "It has something to do with me, so he got angry, and almost strangled me if Saihara hadn't slapped him." Amami just stared at him. Kokichi... wouldn't do something like that. Maybe he did do it. But that's not Kokichi. ~~~ "I need coffee packs." Shuichi read his grocery list aloud as Kaito pushed the cart. How did it end up like this? They were just being toxic to each other a minute ago and now they were shopping like the best of friends. Kaito grunted. "Do we need all of these, Saihara? We'll just leave it to rot in your house when you audition for Danganronpa." Shuichi shrugged. "I couldn't care less." "Well then." Kaito put one coffee pack in the cart. "What else?" Shuichi looked at the list. "I don't know for you, but I need loaf of bread." Kaito nodded. "Okay, then." ~~~ "Maki, I need you to clean the kitchen", she ordered, and Maki sighed. "Sure, Ma'am." She grabbed the broom and started sweeping the kitchen, whose floors were covered with shards of glass. Those kids never learn. She accidentally stepped on one and she cursed under her breath as throbbing pain made its way to her foot. She dropped the broom and limped her way to her room. She opened her drawers and found her first aid kit. She cleaned her wound and removed the glass shard stuck to it. She carefully bandaged the wound and threw the shard into a nearby trash can. "Maki! I don't think I see a clean kitchen!" A voice called below. "Yes! I'm coming!" Maki walked down the stairs to do her cleaning duty again. She sighed as she finally put the last piece of a glass shard in a garbage bag. She wiped her forehead, which was full of sweat. "Maki! Are you done? Clean every single room in the second floor!" Maki groaned. As she sweeped through the rooms, she wondered what life would be like in Danganronpa. She can be in control. She always wanted to be in control, to act as a leader. If she was in control, she could be the mastermind everyone wants to be. She can control people, and people will follow her. No one can control her ever again. ~~~ Dinner in the Momota house was very quiet, you can hear people chewing. That's basically Kaito's situation today. His grandparents were just eating, not addressing Kaito in some way. Did he do something wrong? "Are you sure?", his grandmother spoke up. Kaito looked up, chewing his food. "Sure of what?" "Of joining that... horrid game", his grandfather said. Kaito groaned. "I told you for how many times. I want to join the game. I need to." "That game is-" "I know what you'll say!" Kaito banged the table, making his grandparents flinch. Kaito realized what he'd done and retracted his hand from the table. He stood up. "I'm done eating."

  He walked to his room, which was just across the dining room. Kaito opened the door and was met with the sight of space-themed walls and galaxy-themed ceilings. He sighed to himself, letting his aesthetics calm him down. He opened his window and set a foot on the window sill. He took a deep breath, and climbed. The cold, night air punched him in the face. How breezy the night is. He looked up to see the dots in the sky. The stars Kaito have always admired from afar. He steadied himself as he climbed up the roof, the slippery tiles making him slip once in a while. He goes to the rooftop to think. And also stargaze. Those stars always made him calm down. He lied down to get a better view of the stars. He sighs to himself. The stars were billions of light years away. It'd be impossible to reach them. But once he gets famous, he won't think it's impossible. Seven days before auditions A blood-stained tank. With piranhas swimming everywhere. Everyone looked at it, horrified. Himiko was nowhere to be found. Kokichi woke up. He didn't scream this time. Why would he when these dreams kept happening to him? He sighed and went to fix himself in the bathroom. He had gotten taller in a few weeks after summer. Probably taller than Keebo. He combed his messy hair. His black strands were invading the purple color, turning it to a messy, poorly-dyed hair. It also grew longer, but that's about it. His eyes, as he can see in the mirror, were devoid of life. He finished washing himself and opened his closet to look for fresh clothes. He picked a black polo shirt and pants to go along with it. He came downstairs to see his parents eating breakfast. They greeted him a good morning. Kokichi didn't respond. He just sat down and started eating what's on his plate. ~~~ "What are your hobbies, Amami?", Keebo asked, sipping a cup of tea as he waited for Amami to answer. Amami looked at him, but didn't say anything conceding. "Well, I like watching documentaries of adventurers traveling around the-" He went silent. That wasn't his hobby. That was the other Amami's hobby. He was, after all, the Ultimate Adventurer. Not him. Keebo continued, not noticing Amami's sudden stop. "What food do you like?" Amami thought for a moment, before clicking his tongue. "I love kinds of foreign food. They, of course would- ngh!" Amami pretended to clear his throat. Why? Why was he saying his virtual avatar's hobbies and favorite foods? He concentrated hard to remember what his favorite food in the real world was. He tried. But nothing popped inside his mind. Does that mean... he doesn't remember who he is in this world? Amami breathed heavily. Keebo looked at him with a concerned face. "Please eat your breakfast, Amami", he said politely. Amami looked down at his tray. It laid cold, untouched. Amami started to eat. "Ask another question", Amami demanded while eating. "Of course." Keebo looked through his 'conversation cards' to find what he was looking. "Ah! There it is!" Amami stopped eating to listen to Keebo. "What is your sexual orientation?", Amami thought for a moment, then shuddered to himself. His father had never accepted him when he came out. "I'm..." Amami hesitated. Keebo smiled. "It's alright, I won't judge." Amami breathed. "I'm a bisexual." Keebo smiled. "How did you come to know your own orientation?" "I... fell in love with him." ~~~ Kokichi sat on a bench, ignoring the children screaming. He dug his hands in his checkered jacket, and kept his head down. It was hot in summer, but that never bothered him. He doesn't care how sweaty he is right now. "Hey." He looked up to see Kaede. Oh fuck. He kept his head bowed and moved over, not acknowledging her. "Who the hell are you?" Oh good. She didn't recognize him. Kokichi stayed silent. Kaede didn't question any further. He and Kaede sat there for an excruciating amount of time, because when Kokichi looked up, he can see the sun right above him. "Oh, it's you." Now she finally noticed. Kokichi scoffed. "Yeah, took you like, two hours to notice", he taunted, liking the surprised look on Akamatsu's face. "Whatever", Akamatsu said, crossing her arms. ~~~ "What do you want from me, Kaito?", Shuichi asked, fiddling with his phone as Momota sat down beside him. "I dunno", the other replied, staring at whereever he was staring at. It was almost noon, and they were at the bus stop. Again. "No, seriously, what do you want?" "Just wanna hang out with someone." "You can always go to your friends, not me." "What are you waiting for again?" "A bus, obviously." "Yeah, it's obvious, but why are you waiting for the bus?" Shuichi sighed. "Just leave me alone." Just in time, the bus arrived, and Shuichi gathered up his things, leaving Momota behind. He should leave him behind. He's an asshole, after all. ~~~ Keebo was on his phone as he waited for Amami to move his chess piece. Amami had a thoughtful look on his face, concentrating very hard on the board. Keebo was winning. He won't let that happen. Keebo then got a message from Akamatsu, and, curiously, he opened it. He opened his mouth. Akamatsu had a picture she messaged to Keebo, with a text that read: Hope u rnt scared of hm rn. The picture was her and Kokichi. But it doesn't look like the Kokichi he knew. He was a lot taller in this picture, almost reaching up to Kaede's abdomen. He might probably taller than Keebo was. He was wearing a checkered jacket (who wears a jacket in summer?) and black pants. His hair was turning black, its purple dye dulling, but still visible. His hair was a little longer too. His eyes had shadows from lack of sleep. He had a blank look on his face, while Akamatsu was smiling as brightly as the sun. "What's that?", Amami asked, looking up from the chess board. "Um, well..." Keebo showed him the picture. Amami's eyes widened. "Is that... Kokichi?", Amami asked, looking at the picture with wide eyes. Keebo nodded. Amami blinked. He blinked again. Is this... Kokichi now? Kokichi after he left? He looked emptier. Devoid of life. If he was going to audition for Danganronpa, Amami would just walk in front of him and hug him. He really missed Kokichi. Keebo put his phone inside his pockets, then looked at the chess board and at Amami again. "So... have you made your move?" ~~~ "You'd look great in this, Angie!" Tsumugi dug into a pile of fabric and found an oversized yellow trenchcoat. "I'm just wearing a bikini top and a skirt", Angie deadpanned. "What do you even want to do with me?" "Just a little something", Tsumugi replied, throwing the trenchcoat to Angie. "Now wear this." "Um... sure." Tsumugi clapped. "You look absolutely great, Angie! You look like a Danganronpa character!" Angie blushed. "Really? Thanks." ~~~ "Shuichi... you can't do this!"; his victim screamed and shrieked as he cut off their arm. Shuichi just laughed, not minding the blood splattering on his clothes. He raised the saw and hacked off another part of his body. The victim screamed. Their screams filled Shuichi with nostalgia. His eyes opened. Shuichi whined silently. That was a really good dream. Why did it have to cut out like that? Well, whatever. He was already at Maki's orphanage. He hopped off the bus and knocked the door. It opened and Maki's head poked out the door. "It's just me, Saihara Shuichi." Shuichi said with a wave. "I know who you are", Maki said, smiling. "Come on inside, Shuichi." Maki closed the door, and after a few seconds of the door clinking and clacking, Maki reopened the door a lot wider this time. Shuichi followed behind her and passed orphan children on the living room. They finally reached a door and Maki opened it. This must be her room, obviously. "What do you want to talk about?", Shuichi asked, sitting on a stool as Maki sorted her living situation. "We're just gonna catch up." Maki finished cleaning, and sat beside Shuichi. Shuichi smiled. "That's it? I'm pretty sure I'm going to bore you..." "I... also want us to pretend we're already auditioning for Danganronpa", Maki cut in. "I... see." Shuichi put his hands on the small coffee table. It's really smart of Maki to do this. I mean, well, so they can be mentally and emotionally prepared for the questions that will be thrown at them. Maki cleared her throat. "So, I think interviews goes like this. What's your name and what's your reason to join Danganronpa?" Shuichi was silents as he gathered his thoughts. Just think of a proper way to say his name, think of a proper reason why he wanted to join Danganronpa. Think that Maki is really the one interviewing him, not just some person whom his friends with. "My name is Shuichi Saihara." That's a nice introduction. Though it is only a rehearsal, he's doing great, so far. "The reason why I want to join Danganronpa is because I want to be a someone, not a nobody. "I've always been a fan of Danganronpa since I ever saw it, so, I want to be a part of one! I can be in the side where hope is, or the side where despair is. It's all up to you to decide!" Maki smiled. "That was a good introduction. Okay, next question." Shuichi braced himself for another question. "If you're in the Danganronpa setting, what is your Ultimate Talent?" "I want to be the Ultimate Detective", he said with no hesitation. After all, that's what he wanted to be, right? "Why did you choose that talent?" Of course, Maki knew. Shuichi thought for a moment. He had loved the detectives in the past, but he never saw them commit murder. He's about to break that record. Hell, he's already planned his own execution. "I'm curious", Shuichi began, rehearsing his other sentences inside his head. "I want to see if I can commit a murder, and get away with it. I want to see if they can find out who the real killer is. And if they do, I'd be really eager to start my execution! I have a perfect execution for the Ultimate Detective." Maki nodded. "That was good. I like how you put your heart out on little things like this." Shuichi scoffed. "These aren't little things, Maki. These are big things." ~~~ "How do you win so easily?", Rantaro let out a frustrated growl as Keebo took his king piece. "Years of practice", Keebo said. "I have played chess with my father since I was young." They continued to converse and play board games, until Tsumugi came with Rantaro's lunch. "Here's your lunch, Rantaro!", she said happily. Tsumugi set the tray down between Rantaro and the chess board, then left rather hurriedly. Keebo looked back with a confused expression on his face. Rantaro didn't mind. He started to eat and drink as they both played chess. His lunch was seafood. For many rounds, Keebo obviously won. It made Rantaro frustrated. "Why?!", Rantaro let out a sigh as they played chess the fifty-second time. Keebo chuckled. "It's alright; it takes years of practice after all." ~~~ Kaito was watching the sunset. It was a beautiful sight, the orange, red and violet clashing together, as they make way for the night. He can already see the stars, calking for him, telling him to reach to them, so high. But he stopped watching. There was something grave happening in his house. He ran to the house in the distance, everything turning to a blur as he ran even faster. As he neared his house, he heard muffled crying from the household. Panicking, he forced open the door (even though it's unlocked) and saw his grandmother caressing his grandfather. Kaito looked at his grandfather with a horrified look. His grandfather suffered a lot of heart attacks. But he managed to live through it. Yet now, it doesn't look like he's breathing. "He's... dead." His grandmother spoke between tears. "I checked his heartbeat." Even though it was confirmed he was dead, Kaito, ran to his grandfather, also cradling him. Tears clouded his vision, as he looked at his grandfather's serene face. A tear ran down his cheek and dropped on his grandfather's. He cried. He didn't try to stop it. He cried loudly. He didn't care if people heard him. He lived with them through many years, from childhood to adolescence. He always had fights with them, and a bad relationship with his grandparents, but they were very passive about him. He remembered his last words to his grandfather. "Knock on my door before you enter, you moron." He cried even more. He wished these weren't the last words he spoke to him. Now he can't take that back. ~~~ "Well, it's past my bedtime." Keebo and Rantaro cleaned their dinner. Rantaro looked disappointed, since he'll be alone again. He was always alone. He loved Keebo's company. The sound of clacking heels filled the room as Tsumugi entered the basement with pillows and a blanket on her arms. Rantaro was confused as Tsumugi made his bed and Keebo helped too, adding the additional pillows. Keebo told Tsumugi he has to take a shower, so Tsumugi was alone with Rantaro. "What's with the bed?", Rantaro asked while hopping on the bed, his chain softly clinking. "Keebo offered to make the bed for you", Tsumugi replied. "He's also going to sleep with you tonight." Rantaro's eyes widened. "He's going to... what?" Suddenly, Rantaro felt self-conscious about himself. He hadn't thought about himself when he participated in Danganronpa, so he had never took a bath since then. "I'm here!" Keebo came to the basement with a fresh set of clothes. His hair wasn't spiky, instead, it lay wet below his neck. It was strange seeing him with his hair down, but he looked pretty. Rantaro looked at the set of clothes on his arms. "Whose is that?", Rantaro asked, pointing at the clothes. "Yours", Keebo said, handing it to Rantaro. "I believe those are the same clothes you had since first day?" Rantaro said nothing, but accepted the clothes Keebo gave him. ~~~ Kokichi went back to his house after that encounter with Kaede. It was almost dinnertime. He opened the door to his house to see his parents preparing the dinner on the dining table. Without addressing them, Kokichi sat on the chair across from them and started eating. "Kokichi?", his mother spoke up, her fork scraping her plate. "Yes, mother?" Kokichi didn't bother looking up. "We are both proud of you." Kokichi stopped chewing his food. "What?" Never heard a phrase like that from his parents' mouths. Of course, they did 'love' him, but he thinks it was just fake. "For what?" "We're proud that you want to join Danganronpa", his father said with a smile. "We will support you from then on." Kokichi faked a smile. "...Thanks." He lied awake at night, thinking about what his parents said. He doesn't care about their false words and misguided advice. Nothing is worth remembering anyways. He wanted a new life. If this simulation transforms him to a monster, then so be it. He closed his eyes, his breathing going even as he dreamed about. A blue haired girl watches from a room near the library. She waited for the ball to roll on top of Rantaro's head, but it didn't. Instead, it just fell right in front of him. Distracted, the girl made her move as she ran behind Rantaro and killed him with her own shot put ball. Blood was everywhere. ~~~ Rantaro was still awake. He heard Keebo sleeping beside him. He avoided Keebo's legs and arms as much as possible. It was difficult, since Keebo's a spooner in bed. The bed was comfy and soft, Rantaro can be able to sleep in it. If it wasn't for that hard chain that limits him from moving his legs on the bed. He slept, then dreamed. -it missed his head. Puzzled, he tried investigating where it came from when he heard the sound of clacking heels and- his whole world stopped spinning. Six days before the auditions Candle. She needed to look for a candle, to start the ritual. Come on, just find a room with a candle in it. She finally found the middle room, and open the door to see a person wearing a mask cutting a cross piece. She asked what the person was doing, but he lifted the floorboard he was carrying. With one single smack, she fell to the floor, unconscious. Angie laid on her bed, sweating. She recalled the dream she had. Was that her? It seemed like it. She took a walk downstairs to bump into Tsumugi. "Ah, sorry." Angie fixed her ruffled clothes and hair, appearing to not look like she had just got up from her bed. Tsumugi smiled. "It's alright. Come on, let's go to the dining hall." Angie followed the blue haired girl into the dining hall, and was surprised to see that Keebo was not here yet. He was the earliest to get up from bed and eat breakfast. "Keebo has some... things to do." Tsumugi sat down, and she patted the seat next to her. Angue sat down to the sit Tsumugi patted, and they started eating. What she didn't expect was a low voice calling her name. "Angie? What are you doing here?" Angie looked up from her breakfast to see Rantaro. After a year of not seeing him, he had changed. His vibrant green hair turned to a dull green, his eyes were filled with shadows, his body was thin and desperately needs more food. She almost dropped her spoon. "Rantaro?" Tsumugi looked at Keebo with a glare. ~~~ "I want to eat breakfast with you guys." His words shocked Keebo. "You'll just run away." "I have no faith in running from my destined life anymore." Keebo thought for a moment. "I see." He took a key from his pocket and unlocked Rantaro's legs from the metal chain. Instead of running away like Keebo expected, he stayed put. "It feels good to have that chain not wrapped around my leg." Rantaro sighed while smiling. "It was very heavy." "Now, let us go to the dining hall for breakfast." Rantaro followed Keebo out of the basement. The outside of the basement was like heaven in Rantaro's eyes. People walked left and right, paying no mind to Keebo and Rantaro at all. The hallways were long and winding, it might even be great exercise to their body. Keebo stopped at a large door granded with fake jewelries and silver. Keebo knocked and went in. Rantaro followed him. The dining hall was filled with the scent of breakfast in the air. Rantaro also found Tsumugi and another person, who was already eating. He stopped. That person... "Angie? What are you doing here?", he found himself saying. The girl looked up. It was Angie. She almost dropped her spoon. "Rantaro?" ~~~ "Kaede... did you steal my phone?", Shinguji looked at his bag to find no phone at all. Akamatsu giggled. "Nope!", she replied with a smile. "Not at all!" Shinguji calmly sighed. "Please don't tell me you threw it in the water." Iruma scoffed. "C'mon, Kiyo! You'd already know that this bitch likes throwing phones in the water!" Akamatsu chuckled. "Yeah, she's right." She pointed at the bathroom with a smug smile. "Basin. Bathroom." Shinguji groaned loudly. "Sister's going to be angry about this!" He ran to the bathroom while Akamatsu laughed. "Bitch!", Iruma shouted to Akamatsu. ~~~ "Keebo! Why did you let him out?!", Tsumugi demanded as they were alone in the dining hall. Angie and Rantaro went to speak to themselves alone. Keebo started fiddling with his fingers. "Well, he did say he has no faith in escaping, so... I let him eat breakfast with us." Tsumugi sighed, putting her head on her palms. "You're so naïve, Keebo. Stop falling for Rantaro. But that's too late, isn't it? You've fallen hard for him." Keebo shook his head. What is she saying? "I just had some sort of trust, Tsumugi, not because I fell hard for him. Whatever that means." Tsumugi glared at him, causing Keebo to flinch. "I'll keep a close eye on him if he does something fishy." Keebo just sat and ate his breakfast. Fell hard for Rantaro...? What does that mean? Well, yes, he is fascinated by him, but that doesn't mean he 'fell' for him. Whatever that word means. ~~~ Rantaro wanted to tell Angie what he's been through. He wanted to tell her that Danganronpa is not a game she should participate in. But she looked so happy talking about how she wanted to be in the world of Danganronpa. He forced a smile as they walked to the gardens. "What about Kokichi?", Rantaro asked her. Angie's smile wavered a bit. "I haven't really communicated with him the past week." "Why's that?" "Well, he strangled Keebo." Oh. This again. "I- okay then." They finally reached the gardens. The green-haired boy gasped at the sight of it. There were many blooming flowers and butterflies that sipped their nectar. There were trees that bear fruit. Some of the maids are already picking out a fruit from some trees. Angie looked at him and smiled. They sat on a white porcelain bench. "It's beautiful, isn't it?", Angie asked, staring at the bushes with flowers. "Yeah, it is", Rantaro agreed. They watched the beautiful sight of the garden. That garden was filled with beautiful flowers and foliage. It made them forget why they were there. It made them forget that the world wasn't a garden. Five days before the auditions Everything was the same. From five hundred years time, their routine was still the same. Kaito will mourn his grandfather's death, telling himself it's going to be okay. No. He's not okay. He was never okay. What was wrong with him? After his grandfather's death, he thought about how he acted. He shuddered. He was such an asshole. He had noticed that now. There's no chance in redeeming himself with his grandparents. He decided to force himself to redeem. To reform. To be a better person. He knocked on Saihara's apartment door. He scratched his head. This must be Saihara's place, right? A muffled voice came from the other side of the door. A few seconds later Saihara opened the door. Kaito stifled a laugh. Saihara blinked. "What's funny?" "Did you get out of bed?", Kaito joked. Saihara looked up and saw his disheveled hair. He blushed, embarrassed. "Um, yeah." He fixed his hair with his hands. "So, what are you doing here, Momota?" "I just wanna hang out with you", Kaito said, scratching his head. Saihara's eyes widened, then he opened his mouth. "I don't want to hang out with you." Kaito frowned. "Why not?" "Well", Shuichi said. "You're an asshole." Shuichi prepared for Kaito's strike. But it never happened. Instead, Kaito laughed. "Jeez, Shuichi!", Kaito laughed. This threw Shuichi off the wall. Kaito Momota... was laughing? Shuichi liked thus kind of laugh. Very carefree, optimistic sounding. Shuichi smiled a bit as he listened to Kaito's laugh more. Kaito stopped laughing, but was still smiling. "You look better when you smile, Shuichi." Shuichi went red. Kaito was also complimenting him? What is this? "Let's hang out." Kaito put an arm around Saihara. "You look really pale. You need more sunlight, Shuichi." "Don't call me by my first name", Shuichi said, removing Kaito's arm around his shoulders. "We're not that close." "What if I want to be close?" "What?" Shuichi was very confused. Why was Kaito... trying to be so nice to him? He's someone Kaito would pick on, and always will. People like them don't become friends with like him. So, why was he calling him by his first name? Only his friends called him by his first name. His parents never do. It made him feel like an outcast from his parents. That's why he was always with his uncle. Shuichi sighed. "Fine, I'll allow you to call me by my first name. But don't touch me." Kaito scratched his head. "Jeez, forbidding me to touch you? I won't do anything... weird." "...Shut up." ~~~ It was the hydraulic press again. But there was no blood beneath it. And it was open. There were two wounded people, one half-naked and the other without his jacket on him. The one without the jacket seemed to be holding the other's clothes. They went their separate ways. The one carrying the clothes went as far as possible from the hydraulic press, but the other went toward the press. The boy laid down, eyes closed. He was waiting for his end. Then again, Kokichi woke up before the boy was crushed alive. Before he was crushed alive. That was a brutal murder. Did he... orchestrate it? It seemed so. The boy was Kaito, he assumed. It had to be him. He looked out the window, which was covered by a dark curtain. Yet he can see rays of light spreading in his room. It's morning. He dressed in some of his casual clothes and went downstairs, expecting to see his mother and father on the dining hall. But nobody was there. He went to the fridge to get Panta juice, and that's where he saw it: a letter from his parents. He read it. Kokichi, We're sorry we have to leave so early. We're also sorry that we didn't make you breakfast. Don't worry, there's some money on the table. ~Your parents Kokichi blinked. He ripped the paper from the fridge and tore it apart. He didn't know why he did it, though. He found the money his parents had told him, and he took a small portion of it. He took the keys from the mat outside and locked the door to the house. He then put the keys in the mat, securing them. He put on his jacket and walked. Kokichi saw a coffee shop just two blocks away from his house. It was one of his favorite coffee shops. He went inside it, the doorbell tinkling. He was greeted with the scent of coffee in the air, with the mix of the desserts the coffee shops also sell. He made his way to the counter. "I'd like one cup of lattè, please", Kokichi said. "And a box of muffins." He waited for his order by sitting on a table alone. He took out his phone, which he had taken with him, to write. It always made him relax, even in hard times. "Heeey, Ouma", Akamatsu sat down next to him, giggling like an idiot she is. Kokichi groaned. Can't he just have some peace and quiet for one day? "Akamatsu", he said in a monotone manner. Akamatsu smiled and took his phone from him. Kokichi cursed, and begged to Akamatsu to give it back. "Nope!", Akamatsu said in an energetic manner. Akamatsu started scrolling in his phone, but then pouted. "Wow, no Danganronpa fan fictions. Wait, is this the Fate series' theme song?" "Give that back!", Kokichi said and once the blonde was caught off-guard, he grabbed his phone from her. Akamatsu just giggled. "So dense, Kokichi." "Yeah, I'm dense." Kokichi sat back down. The waitress then gave him what he ordered, and he paid her the proper amount. Akamatsu took a muffin from him, but he didn't object. He's just having a normal breakfast. ~~~ "Shuichi, have you ever played video games before?", Kaito asked, giving Shuichi a game controller. "No", Shuichi said, looking down. Kaito smiled. "I'll tell you everything you should know." Kaito taught Shuichi the basic controls, and now Kaito opened the play station. "We're playing Danganronpa, right?", Shuichi asked. Kaito laughed. "Obviously." They played Danganronpa until sundown. Shuichi leaned unto Kaito, and the boy gently patted him on the back. I think I'm starting to feel like a better person. He smiled to himself, closing his eyes. They will both be proud of me. Four days before the auditions "Well, Kaede, you're most certainly not boring." Ouma said with an unreadable face. He was fascinated by Akamatsu's ambition, to try and kill the mastermind. But that plan backfired, and the first kill was made. Poor Rantaro. Poor Kaede. Kokichi then looked back at Tsumugi, who had a smug grin on her face. He blinked, and it was gone, replaced with a teary eyed expression. There's another liar in this school. And this one is more complex. Kokichi looked at himself in the mirror. So much have changed about himself, and he hates it. He yawned loudly, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Then again, his parents weren't present. He sighed. He went to the fridge to get Panta juice, then looked up the wall clock. It was already seven. In his dream, he suspected the mastermind to be the girl in the fifty-second game. Shirogane Tsumugi. She must've done something to Akamatsu and Rantaro. Akamatsu tried to kill the mastermind, but ended up killing Rantaro. Kokichi shuddrered at the thought of this. He decided to go to Maki's orphanage. ~~~ "Harukawa!", the owner of the orphanage shouted, making Maki woke up with a groan. She scratched her head. "I'll be down there in a minute", Maki said from the gap in her room. She dressed in her casual clothes and ran down the stairs, not minding the thuds she made as she went down. As she reached the last step of the stairs, she felt pain on her right cheek. "You're late, Harukawa", the owner of the orphanage said. "Sorry, Ms. Ikusaba", Maki apologized. Name sound familiar? Well, that's because Ms. Ikusaba, or Mukuro Ikusaba, was kinda a participant in the very first Danganronpa game. Was killed by her own sister in the world, but in real life, they were the best of friends. "Anyway", Ikusaba said. "I need you to cook everyone's breakfast. Then after that, clean everyone's rooms." She walked off to another direction. Maki sighed as she went to the kitchen, which was dirty. A lot of children needed breakfast, so she got to work immediately. She tied her hair so it won't bother her and make her work easy. After a hard day of cooking and cleaning, she actually felt proud of herself. She went back to her room and lied on her matress, sighing to herself. Four more days. Four more days before they audition for Danganronpa. What will she say? What should she do? Will she get accepted? She hoped so. Hope. Disgusting. She almost spat on the floor as she thought of that word. She was on the despair side of the fans, she just loved to see the main characters suffer. What will be her hope? What will be her despair? Four more days and time will tell. Three. Two. One. Nothing was ever the same. The last three remaining days had been a blur. Shuichi started to grow attached to Kaito, but then remembered that they won't remember their relationship in the virtual world. It made him feel sadder. He wanted to be friends with him, and he knows that something was bugging Kaito. He didn't press what was bugging him. He was trying to change. Shuichi can see that. Hell, Saihara wanted to forget about his masochism. How the hell did he even become so obsessed with blood anyway? He called his father, telling him he's not going to change his mind. His calm endeavor came crashing down as he heard his father's choked sobs from the end of the line. Shuichi gulped, as he had never heard his father break down before. Leon Kuwata was always so ill-tempered, but hearing him sob... breaks his heart. They just weren't the closest. Shuichi hung up on his father, not even giving him the time to say something. Just hearing him choke and sob was depressing him more. He walked back to his apartment, thinking about the time everything was so damn happy, eleven years ago. Before Danganronpa even became a thing. He thought of the times his father was very happy, even though he was married to Shuichi's mother so young. That was then. Now, he doesn't even look at his mother anymore. Leon and she had divorced, and Shuichi only thought it was Danganronpa. That must be the answer. So that's why he didn't bother to tell her. He's such an awful person. He took out a razor blade from the drawers and sliced his arm. He winced and moaned, both from pain and ecstasy. He was disgusted at himself, but that's him. ~~~ Kaito's grandfather's funeral was today. It was a sunny day, unlike those clichè movies where when there's a funeral the weather was dark and cold. But today was a bright and warm sunny day. It would be perfect for playing outside if it weren't for his grandfather's funeral. The weather sickened him. It felt like the day was disrespecting his grandfather. His parents were also there. Why the hell are they there? They did nothing to them. They didn't bother to visit their only child and parents. They were just so fucking busy with their astronaut shit. It made Kaito angry to see his parents here. And to prove his parents' insolence, he told them he was going to join Danganronpa. They ignored him, not looking at Kaito in the eye. They were always like that. They've never been a happy family. When he was a child, he just thought they were really busy with their work, but after the foot race, they just told him he'll be staying with his grandparents from now on. He just thought it was because they have business trips. No. That was the time his parents stopped loving him. He's going to join Danganronpa. He's going to join it not to make his parents proud, but to atone for his sins as a normal citizen. Make him someone he hates. Make him an Ultimate Astronaut, so he can look at his parents with their work. Make him an optimist. Make him an idiot. Make him believe in people easily. He doesn't care. As long as he can atone for his sins. As long as he can be a different person. Make him someone they love. ~~~ Maki Harukawa was abandoned five years ago by her bastard father. She almost died if it weren't for encountering Enoshima, the sister of Ikusaba. She became traumatized of dying, but was very discreet about it. There were times that she became so subtle about death. Like the times she had to climb the fence at the back of school. She was attached to the people in the orphanage, especially Ms. Ikusaba. Though she may be strict with her, she had a good heart. She even told her her experiences in Danganronpa. Though they were short, Maki found interest in the game. She was given a phone by Ms. Ikusaba, and searched up Danganronpa. She was very surprised that it was already in the twenty-fifth season. She became obsessed with its killing game, even though she was traumatized of death. She met Ouma in her first class, and she was the only one who knew of his hatred towards Danganronpa. Though Maki doesn't show it, she can get very angry at Ouma for not having the same preferences. But she shrugged that off since she knows Ouma needs a friend. She met the others in Ouma's study group. They talked about Danganronpa a lot and left Ouma out, but managed to let Ouma in. She has to ask herself why she wanted to join a game that can destroy her mentally and emotionally. To ask herself why she fell in love with a game whose concept was death. She asked herself that everyday. She doesn't know the answer. ~~~ Angie hated working. But it had to be her fault for getting disowned by her shit parents. She fortunately found an abandoned house. The owner took pity for her and gave her the house for free. She spent the entire year cleaning and making it look like home. She tried job applications. She wasn't even starting in high school yet but she got a job in a casino. In a damn casino, that's for eighteen-year-olds and above. She'd often be seen by customers as a small adult woman, making her uncomfortable around them all. Angie's manager, Kuzuryuu Fuyuhiko, lets her drink whenever she wants to. If it doesn't affect her job of course. She drank on the second week of her job. She didn't care if she was underage. She just wanted to feel bliss. To feel ignorance. Angie drank two bottles the night before new year. It was a blur, and she asked Kuzuryuu about it. Kuzuryuu told Angie she was breaking down and sobbing on the casino floors, and was too drunk to even stand up. So he asked Pekoyama, his wife, to take her home. It was hilarious. Her parents told her she can be honest about her feelings, but then, when she comes out of the closet as a bisexual, they kick her out. She has to love their hypocrisy. She thought about those Christian extremists that were her parents and her sister, who wasn't really into their religion, and still talked to her. She has her contact number in her phone. But like stupid Christian extremists that ramble on about the bible, they also forbade her sister to talk to Angie, even on the phone. Angie feared that her sister would be brainwashed by those shit parents of theirs, but oh well. This is why she wanted to join Danganronpa. To let her sister see her again. Even if it's just on the screen or only for five minutes. Her sister can see her again. Her parents can kiss their fucking asses and beg for her mercy. She can have fame and fortune, even for just a little bit. She have to thank Keebo for that. ~~~ Himiko needed to tell Nanami about this. About joining the old game that scarred her for life. They were old friends, she and they. Himiko really liked Nanami, but she was about joining. Danganronpa, she just had to laugh. How the hell do people get obsessed with this shit game? She never sympathizes those who participates in this. She just had to pretend she's an innocent person in the auditions. No, she's already seen as an innocent person. Just why are people so idiotic? Himiko witnessed Momota blackmail Ouma into joining a game he doesn't like. Fuck them. They're such asses they can't even remember their names. Especially that bitch Akamatsu. Tormenting them just because they don't fit into this school? Bullshit. It's just a damn show. No need to force someone to go fucking join it. She felt bad for Ouma. She was the only person who knew the truth. Oh well. Nothing she can do about it now. Not like she cares. She wanted to join this accursed show so she can receive clear answers to why everyone likes Danganronpa. ~~~ Korekiyo just had enough of his home life. With a sister that seemed distant to him after participating in Danganronpa 51, a suicidal mother, and a coping father, he had had enough of this lifestyle. The reason he wore this mask was to not breathe the sickening air inside his house. He has to work for his family. No wonder he follows Kaito and his lackeys everywhere. Because they were the ones that bring him the jobs, and give him money. He wasn't interested in their victims, but he felt pity for them. Iruma was the only one who he befriended in Kaito's group. Though she cussed a lot, she can understand what Kiyo's been through. They meet up in the park whenever Kiyo has a hole in his schedule. He would tell her everything, and she lets Kiyo cry on her shoulder. What a good friend. No. More than just a friend. A best friend. Kiyo blinked. No. He fell in love with Iruma. How did that happen? Yes, she is part of his gang, but who cares? She may be... impulsive, but she is a pleasant company to have. A dirty person, but alright. He's going to confess to her before he and she joins Danganronpa. He wanted to have a family of his own, to leave his real family behind. All he had to do was confess to Iruma. No. That won't happen. Maybe she doesn't even like him that way. Maybe she'll stop talking to him after he confessed to her. Maybe she'll treat him the way she used to treat him. Kiyo removed a flower from his garden. His sister was in love with flowers. Maybe, if there's still enough time, he can confess his love to Iruma. What was his desire again? ~~~ Miu wanted to hold hands with Kiyo on the last day, before the auditions for Danganronpa. Why did she fall for the strange man anyway? He kept wearing that mask, which was making him intimidating. Miu remembered the first time they met. It wasn't such a romantic sight to begin with. She found Shinguji all beat up in the rooftop of the school. Miu decided to laugh at his misfortune, but ceased when she heard quiet sobbing. It made her reminisce the time she was in her abusive father's house. Miu felt pity for the boy and asked if he was okay. Of course, Shinguji was hostile with her, because of obvious reasons. So Miu distanced herself from Shinguji, until a school project forced them to work together. It was a rocky relationship at first. They'd bicker and fight over little things. One time she poured hot coffee onto Shinguji. This resulted to him getting burns and being rushed into the nurse's office. Miu, regretting what she did, went to the nurse and saw Shinguji talking to his family. Miu found out who Shinguji was. He was the sister of the old famous Keiko Shinguji, from Danganronpa 51. Keiko Shinguji was the Ultimate Illustrator. She survied up to the end with another girl named Shirogane Tsumugi. Keiko played a very important role in the first and fifth trial. Miu can say she was a big fan of Keiko. They formed a friendship who knows when. Miu can't remember how she fell for him. They walk to school together, eat together, even do Shinguji's work together. Miu never expected to fall in love with him. Why is she going to join Danganronpa? ~~~ Kaede, why are you so impulsive? Her mother's thoughts ran across her mind. When she was a child, she was mistreated for being an adopted child of two women. Kaede hated them for it. Kirigiri Kyoko and Ludenberg Celestia. Those were their damn names. She had a twin, named Kaguya Kirigiri, who took Kyoko's name. Kaede wanted nothing to do with her parents. That's why she named herself. She was a very impulsive child, she had to confess. She bullied others in her new school so she can defend herself. Kaede never let her parents pick her up from school. She would always walk home, with a cutter on her hand. She was very cautious. One time, she got caught by the police after stabbing a grown man on the shoulder. It was his fault, not hers. He tried to harass her. Why the hell was she in the police station when he did if first? She doesn't care if that asshole was injured. While waiting for her parents, she watched what was in the television. It was the ninth season of Danganronpa. She grew attached to the series. Kaede asked Kirigiri about this, and she didn't respond. She then asked Celestia. Celestia told her and Kaguya that Danganronpa was a killing game. Kaguya, like any sane person would do, stayed away from the show. But Kaede got hooked up with Danganronpa, and snuck merchandise from the outside. She got caught by Celestia, who showed the merchandise to Kyoko. Kaede wasn't banned from seeing the show, but was not allowed to get a cellphone. She decided not to tell her parents that she will join the show. If there's a contract, she can forge their signatures then. Then she can be able to join Danganronpa. If they select her. ~~~ Ryoma kept thinking a lot of his older brother in prison. He was arrested for mimicking a murder in Danganronpa. Such crime did not stop the world for loving the show. He was short, so he was always a target for taunting. That is, until he started to show that even though he was short, he can still do damage. His family's funds were dropping after his brother got arrested. His brother was the richest in the Hoshi family. Without him, the household started to waver. His mother worked morning and night shifts. She hadn't slept for days, until her untimely death, which was in her sleep. His father was an overseas worker, meaning he doesn't see Ryoma very much. This lead Ryoma to negotiating with Momota, and worked part-time jobs. He had a part-time job in the Amami house being a caregiver. He helped Tojo with her work. Ryoma doesn't like Momota and the other people in his gang of unruly assholes, but he does find sympathy in Shinguji and Iruma, who are nothing but sheep. He has always wanted to see his brother in prison. He's never seen him after the incident. He's going to joind Danganronpa, to let his brother be impressed by him, to see his potential in life. ~~~ Kirumi has to be the worst mistress ever. She was a tool used for cheating. She was just a highschool student. She shouldn't be doing this. A boy from her section asked her to get back at a girl named Harukawa. Apparently, said boy was Harukawa's ex. Sort of. Kirumi was a rich girl, she shouldn't even be doing this to herself. She has the luxury she wanted in her house. But not sexual urges. She kept her thrist a secret from the others, fearing they'd taunt her. Well, until the boy said it's okay to make their relationship public. She became the envy of the school. The boys that always liked her, will never have a chance to be with her since she's already in a 'relationship'. Girls envied her because she already had a boyfriend. Even Akamatsu taunts her in secret, saying she was just being used. She was right. The boy only used her to get back at Harukawa, who doesn't even show that she gives a fuck. To add what he's been doing to her, her forces Kirumi to fuck him, which was really messed up. Of course she hates it. But does she have a choice? The boy threatened her that if she tell anyone about this, the secret about them will surface through the school. It will ruin her reputation. She's going to join the show so she can escape every single one of her problems. Kirumi doesn't care if she gets traumatized. That'll be much better than being used as a toy. ~~~ Tenko is such a mess. She's messed up. No way is Yumeno going to fall in love with her. She's made of everything she hates. Oh well. She'll just stop caring anyway. She's going to go in the show and impress her. If they still remember. Obviously they won't. Tenko is sick of seeing herself messing people's lives. She can't fathom looking at herself on the mirror. It's not like she cared if she's pretty or not. But she would care on what Yumeno sees in her. She wants a new character. A new life. A new past. Because that's what she always wanted. Right? Wrong. Yes, she does want a new life, but it costs her health and emotions when she's in the show. She knows it's a virtual world but still. Virtual reality can make you mad. Like the time where a guy went on a killing spree and almost killed people by shooting just because he thought he was still in a game where you shoot people. That might be Danganronpa's virtual reality case as well. She had met a couple of those Danganronpa characters in a convention. She talked the most to Shinguji Korekiyo's sister, Keiko Shinguji. She fangirled so hard when she met her. "It's such an honor to meet someone like you!" "Really? I'm just here to get my money." They kept in touch afterwards, and that was why she let Shinguji Korekiyo in. Not because of his skills, but because of Keiko. The way Keiko said that she was there to get her money was empty. Tenko can see it in her eyes as well. Despair swirling in her eyes, the hope shining when she smiles... Like all Danganronpa characters, she was a mix of hope and despair. Nothing else. Tenko knew that was a side effect on staying in the virtual world too long. That's why Danganronpa took breaks. To let the characters rest for a little. Tenko hoped it would be like that too. ~~~ Gonta hates being the top of the class. He was getting tired of the lifestyle of being completely smart and praised. To be relied on. He wants to be treated like a person that has average smarts. He won't look like a god to them. Whenever Momota asks him to party with the others, he obliged. Momota was one of the people who treat him like he's a person, not a god. To prove this point, Momota never asks him about what he doesn't know. He also taunts him, like he's someone lower than him. Sometimes Gonta would break down in his room or in the bathroom, with pills in his hands. He vomitted and puked the remains of his stomach whenever he was alone. Nagisa Shingetsu, his housekeeper, always overheard him crying. Gonta knows that Shingetsu always hears him, but he doesn't care. If he joins Danganronpa, maybe he could forget everything that's happened in the real world. Maybe Danganronpa will turn him to another person. Someone unappreciated. Someone not bright. Someone who doesn't understand their surroundings. He smiled at the thought. He will be someone they'd never appreciate. ~~~ Rantaro is hiding everything from Angie with a smile. He can't tell anyone, since Shirogane threatened him not to. He remebered the times he had with everyone at home; especially Ouma. He didn't realized he fell for him after their fight, but after he joined Danganronpa. This was a feeling of despair. Or maybe of sadness? He wasn't use to saying any other word that deals with emotions, only hope and despair. He really hated those words. He remembered the times he was obsessed with Danganronpa, but not anymore, after what it had done to him and his comrades. He can't even call them friends. Who knows why. After the game, they lost contact with each other. Probably to live a better life. Now Rantaro really wants to see Kokichi again. Even if he's not himself. Because he also isn't himself either. He can't remember all his sisters'names. Their faces were fuzzy. All his memories before Danganronpa were fuzzy. And the most heartbreaking of them all, was that he can't remember his face. The face of the person he loves. Before he left his home. Rantari felt sick. He's becoming friends with Keebo. Even though he longed to have another friend, he felt guilty leaving Ouma behind. He felt guilty for leaving his life behind. ~~~ Tsumugi has to create the the best cast ever. Keebo told her that he had asked his father a favor. A favor about letting all of his friends participate in Danganronpa. He must've cared for them then. Tsumugi saw pictures of he and his friends, though they are not pleasant. Seriously, why were they bullying people? They're bad influence to her brother. How did Keebo even end up with them? Anyway, she was told by her father that she needed to participate in the game. Again. She told him for the past two games that she didn't want to participate. But no, her father never listens to his daughter. She ended up crying in her room, sobbing uncontrollably. Keebo always caught her crying, and goes to comfort her. It didn't work. There was her stepbrother that she fell in love with. Yet he was five years older than her, and acted like the older brother. She still hasn't confessed to them yet, which was disheartening. She was asked by her father to create a cast that everyone will either love or hate. Tsumugi was looking into their profiles, every single one. She can't make the whole cast yet. She still needs their audition tapes. It's hard working for Danganronpa. Especially when you're in charge of making the most irresistible batch of casts. ~~~ Keebo can wait until Danganronpa 53 started. Or, v3, since that's what Tsumugi calls the new series. He already told his father that he wanted his friends (and enemies) to be chosen as the Danganronpa characters. Of course, they still need to wait until their auditions. Keebo scratched his neck. It was still filled with Ouma's fingernails. Even though that was two weeks ago. It was healing rather fast, fortunately. He shouldn't have toyed with Ouma's emotions. Momota and the others were in the wrong, to be honest. They were at fault for what Ouma became. Tsumugi vaguely mentioned that he was also going in the virtual world to 'monitor' them. What does that even mean? Tsumugi's statement must be a clue to how he'll be playing in the cast. But why would he need to monitor others in the virtual world? They can do that themselves, right? Or maybe Tsumugi has something else planned. ~~~

  Ouma breathed in and out. He was escorted into the car by two unknown men, claiming they're staff from Danganronpa. It's time for the auditions. He's ready, right? Ouma sat at the back of the car, far from anyone in the vehicle. He looked out the window. It was a blur of color, as the car moved faster. He can see the houses lining up the road, he looked at the rearview mirror. He can see his house that he's leaving behind. Along with his parents. "How far is the Team Danganronpa headquarters?", Ouma asked one of the staff. "About four hours away", one replied. Ouma stayed silent after that, not even bothering to start a conversation with anyone in the car in particular.

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I Learn to Live Half-Alive

[v3-killing-harmony-imagines]

‘More boys being yandere? Maybe if their s/o got killed in the killing game, and/or if they confessed they had a crush on someone (like if they were a yandere Bois crush?) ‘

Ok 2 things,A: I’m not sure if I understood this correctly so I’m sorry if this isn’t how you wanted it to be like. And B: THIS IS 7444 WORDS LONG HOLY

Some boys are reacting to their s/o’s death, others are reacting to their s/o having feelings (or possible feelings for other people

Warning: Nudity, suggested sex, violence and swearing under the cut 

Saihara Shuichi:

The second he laid eyes on you he was smitten

He was breathless, blushing and stumbling over his words as he murmurs out a ‘Hi’

When you give him a warm smile and shake his hand softly he thinks his heart’s going to give out  

He’s never felt this way before, and he loves it

After that he makes it his task to learn as much as he can about you, learning what you like and dislike, making scripts on what he’ll say to you…watching you from a distance, picking up the objects you leave behind…

He has a box under his bed full of used napkins, toothpicks and half eaten pieces of food from you

They’re...memories…footprints that you’ve left behind for him to keep

It’s not strange! Every object you touch is blessed to him…

He starts taking pictures not even 7 days after meeting you

Pinning them up on the wall (Thank god the school had Polaroids) And writing messages on them

‘S/o sleeping <3’ ‘S/o changing’ ‘S/o showering’ ‘s/o sweating after a run uwu’

He drools over every single one

He loses track of the days, caring about his appearance more than food and making sure he’s collected every scrap you leave and taking every picture he can

He’s been reading in the library for the past hour, glancing across the room to you, he hasn’t flipped his page once

When Kaito and Tenko barge in, he yelps and the book tumbles to the ground

“Ah sorry about that Saihara!” Momota grins and returns the book back to the detective

He gives a plain “It’s alright.” Before dusting the cover off slightly, watching as the two dash over to you

He resumes reading, jealousy slightly flickering in his eyes

After 5 minutes he knows you three are waiting for him to leave, talking in hushed voices. Kaito keeps turning back to him before spinning back around and whispering again.

He can take hints.  

He slips out the door, making sure they hear him as he closes it

…

It doesn’t take him long to crawl in the vents and position himself above the library shafts

He holds his breath as he leans forward to hear better

‘-on! You can tell us s/o-san!” Chabashira-san.

“Yeah you can trust us!” He hears a thumping sound, Kaito pounding a fist over his heart

“….It’s Amami…”

He hears a gasp, before Tenko is yakking on about how she’d never trust a man enough to date-

Wait what

“We’ve been together before we came to this school…that’s why I trust him so much.”

You liked Amami, Amami liked you

He felt a cold numbness sweep over his mind

This couldn’t be true, he loved you

But you weren’t his?

He couldn’t think, he couldn’t move

…

Amami

Amami was why he couldn’t love you. Why you didn’t love him

If Amami wasn’t there, you would be his

He shuffled out of the vent, the sun was going down

He worked quickly….

…..

The next day, no one had seen Amami

You were obvious panicked, everyone searched but to no avail

He had helped search as well, feeling his heart curl when he saw your sad face

But when you approached him asking if he could use his talent to try and find Amami his heart swelled up again, like a thirsty plant receiving water

You wanted him to do something for you, of course he would accept

You smiled and hugged him, voice cracking as you thanked him

Needless to say, it was the best thing in his life

He grinned ear to ear as he waved you goodbye….silently worrying when he would come up empty handed, what you would think about him…

Amami wouldn’t be found for a long time

He was currently tied up, hidden between the walls of his room

He would feed Amami of course...but only giving him the necessities to live

He wouldn’t let your relationship with the green-haired boy continue (It was obvious he dyed it! Some rebel like him shouldn’t be tainting an angel like yourself!)

After sliding the hidden door closed, he sighed and flopped down on his bed, examining his wall of pictures

Smiling to himself, he fell asleep to the thoughts of your hug

Amami Rantaro:

Amami can usually hide his true feelings

Until the first day he met you

H o l y Shit he was so heated

His hands were clammy and his face was probably as flushed as fire

He kept brushing the back of his neck, silently praying that you didn’t find him strange

When you laughed at one of his jokes he felt his ego soar

He continued to bring more jokes, more puns, more of what made you laugh and smile as the days pass

You actually ruffled his hair at a point, calling him a puffy avocado

He grinned through his frizzy locks and went onto making avocado-based jokes

The need to have you within eye shot started to grow, even if you were going to the bathroom he insisted on waiting outside the door

If you had to go do other things he’d still always ‘coincidently’ meet up with you

He had to go pick up a book for Saihara! He had to get a bottle of Panta for Ouma!

He seemed to always find ways to be around you

It came to a point where you felt bothered by it, so one day you politely tell him that you need your personal space… You still enjoy having him! Just…not all the time?

You can see the gears turning in his brain before he smiles and pats your back

“Of course! I’m sorry if I seemed to cling, you just are really fun to be around!”

You thank him, telling him that Kaede is waiting for you before you leave

He waves as you walk away, leaving to go visit Iruma

.,.,.,

Many ‘favors’ later he’s got a bunch of hidden cameras and recording devices, bugs

If anyone asked Iruma, she would say he was setting them up to catch the mastermind (like they would anyways)

In reality, he was going to use them to watch you

If he couldn’t be there for you, he could at least watch over you

He’s set them up in every main room, the kitchen, dining room, library, arcade…

He’s even set a few up in your room, giving him 360 degree access

After you finished talking with him, could sit back and relax as he watches and hears your conversations with someone else

He especially loves the times when you’re in your room

He’s seen you changing, sleeping and…well you are a teenager so doing ‘that’ as well

And he’s proudly done the same while watching you

He hits his hardest high he’s ever felt watching you squirm and gasp

It’s late evening, you and Harukawa had finished taking a drip in the pool (much to Amami’s disappointment and satisfaction) and now you were cuddling up in your blankets, reading a magazine

Amami on the other hand, was eating a meat bun he grabbed from the fridge while you were changing. He had wanted something quick so that he could return to you as soon as possible

He twirled his headphones, as he chewed and filled out a crossword puzzle

When he sound of a door opening he spins around, only to find the door to be (thankfully) closed

Turning back to the screen he realizes that the sound came from your room

“Damn these mics are good.” he murmured before sweeping the puzzle to the side and turning up the volume on the headphones

Himiko had just walked in, you greeted her and gestured for her to sit beside you, she plopped down before wrapping the blanket around herself

It left you without a blanket, but you didn’t seem to care

He watched as the two of you continued to talk, before you suddenly asked if she could keep a secret

If he wasn’t concerned before, he was sure as hell concerned now

A secret? How come you haven’t told him then? Is it about him then-

His thoughts were stopped mid sentence as you whispered

“I think I like Korekiyo…”

His jaw metaphorically and psychically dropped

He continued to listen, but his worries were confirmed, Korekiyo was your crush.

He turned the monitor off, taking the headphones out of his hair before he runs his hands through it

This couldn’t be true

He cares more about you more than that creep! All that man wants is your body!

He thinks about you naked, Korekiyo licking your parts as you moa-

Before he knows it he’s out of the room, rushing over to Korekiyo’s room

The anthropologist seems less than pleased to be disturbed at the time, but he wasn’t sleeping anyways so it’s not like he really care-

“You know s/o?”

An eyebrow from Shinguji as he replies: “Of course I do.”

Amami nods, making a grave face before leaning closer to the other boy “I think they might be trying to kill you.”

Shinguji immediately tenses, Amami keeps up the act

Amami looks side to side, before flicking his eyes up “Can we talk inside? Please.”

Although he seems skeptical, Korekiyo complies

Amami fabricates his story, s/o has been talking about her life before she got stuck in the killing game, desperate to get out. He’s seen your plans, lure the anthropologist in pretending to be in love. Then when the time is right- bang.

Why Korekiyo? He’s creepy and no one would miss him that much. Someone like Ouma would be hard to take down without it somehow backfiring. Korekiyo seems to be easiest to swoon and easiest to kill, Gonta would be too strong, Kaito works out, Hoshi doesn’t let anyone get close to him, and Amami?

“She’s my cousin. We didn’t tell anyone as someone could blackmail us.”

When he does leave, Korekiyo seems at least 60% convinced and Amami is smirking as he goes to bed

The next day he repeats the same thing to you, but it’s a bit different…

“I think Korekiyo wants to kill you…”

After he’s finished. Both you and Shinguji eye each-other up suspiciously, sitting as far away as possible during meals

Amami smiles as he scoops another spoonful of cereal into his mouth

He’s won

Ouma Kokichi:

If you asked Ouma before if he would fall in love, he would have laughed at you to the point at which you would think he’d be popping a blood vessel anytime soon

Key work being before

The second you walked through that door to see him taunting the robot in the storage room it was game over

Fin, Finish, Done

His immediate thought was to run, run and hide under the covers of his bed and never come out

But he made his first mistake and let you approach him

You made a comment,  something about not bothering Kibbo or Kiiboy, whatever his name was

All he could focus on was the way your hair swirled with every breath, how your lashes batted and brows furrowed as you sternly told Ouma to leave the robot alone

He gave a little ‘Nishi shi’ before giving a whined ‘okay’

Then he made his second mistake: “Only if you keep me company! This place is full of boring people. …you better not disappoint me!”

And much to the supreme ruler’s surprise, you agreed

He learned your name, talent, what foods you like to eat, what subjects you like and dislike, and he kept falling deeper

He really should have gone out. Stayed away. But he didn’t

As he would lie, you would roll your eyes and make a witty clapback whenever possible until the two of you were slamming remark after remark at each-other

Call him crazy, but he liked it

“Ok you’re crazy.”

He laughs (And it isn’t faked?) as you continue to stare at him like he has 3 heads

“At what time did trying to sneak into the spa while the girls were in there-wearing nothing but a hot-dog bun around your cock seem like a good idea?”

“At least the bun stayed on.”

“At least the bun didn’t go up.”

He laughs again, wincing slightly as the busies remind him that they exist

He expected as much, it was a stupid idea to begin with. He had to do it

He wanted to see your body.

Of course he had no idea that the girls were in there

But he had received ‘information’ that you would have been there alone….

He’s more disappointed than angry in all honesty

When you begin to wrap his wounds, he yelps

“What are you doing?”

“Not putting a hot-dog bun on my dick and yelling ‘SAUSAGE PARTY!’             while walking into a spa that’s for sure.”

“Does that mean you have a dick?”

“I have you.”

He’s tempted to pull away, brush you off and let his wounds scab over

But he just can’t

He wants you to do it

So he lets you treat his wounds, thanking you before hurrying to his room and shutting the door

And he smiled

All throughout the week you noticed how Ouma started to cling more and more

He would wine if you wanted to leave, saying “I’ll be bored!” or “I’ll just follow you then!”

It started to annoy you

But Ouma doesn’t care if he’s being annoying

You’re the only person in this school who cares about his well-being! The person he loves, even if he won’t admit it himself

You’ve already stayed with him this long

He won’t let go, he won’t

He refuses to let anyone take you from him, no matter the cost

You’ve been playing a game of pool with Kiibo, Shirogane, Saihara, Angie and (Surprisingly) Hoshi, Ouma’s been groaning about how bored he’s been for the past hour

As kiibo gets a ball in, you slap his hand, grinning as he shyly wishes you good luck on your turn

You line up your pole, the white ball knocking a black-8ball before it rolls, Ouma gives another moan of boredom

“Ouma stop moaning like you’re in a heat and be quiet.”

“My beloved s/o is so harsh!” He creeps up behind you and wraps his arms around your torso before whispering in your ear “You better stop being buddy-buddy with Kiibo by the way.”

He pulls away, grinning as everyone else rolls their eyes

Meanwhile you’ve frozen

What did he say? Stop being buddy-buddy with Kiibo?

Oh no

You let the others re-set the balls, nervously twisting your pole as Ouma takes his spot on top of an arcade machine

A bubble of anxiety builds up in your stomach

He remains quiet for the rest of the match, hungry eyes trained on your every move

Once the match finishes, and you’ve all parted ways the anxiety in your stomach skyrockets

And then Ouma is behind you

“S/o~” a hug

“If you act like that again to Kiibo, I’ll rip that scrap of metal apart.”

A cold sweat runs down your forehead as he laughs “What the fuck Ouma.”

His laughter stops, voice low and threatening “Tell anyone and I kill you.”

With one swift movement he’s got you by the neck against the wall, hand squeezing as you gurgle and gasp for air. He’s surprisingly strong for his height and structure

When you start to see stars he releases, holding you up and biting and kissing at your bruised neck

“I love you, s/o. I won’t let anyone else take you away from me.”

Part of you wants to push him away, yell and scream for help

But one look at his shimmering plum eyes as he kisses you, and you know that you won’t do it

He’s nothing without you, broken and lost and afraid. And you can’t hide the fact that you do feel something for him. Whether it be love or lust, you still harbor feelings for the boy

He asks you to stay in his room that night, you comply

You fall asleep trying to push the image of Kiibo’s dismembered body out of your mind

The next day Ouma wakes up and you’ve left

His immediate thought is that you’ve ran away and told someone, his mind is on getting revenge until he sees the note

“I heard a scream –s/o”

He’s dressed in an instant, not worried about his hair as he zooms out the door

He runs into Gonta on the way, he tells Ouma that there was a murder

Fuck

He’s running faster than his legs should be able to go, as he runs up the stairs

1,2, 3 floors later and he’s flung open the doors to the rec-room

And then he sees your body, lifeless

He sinks down to his knees, letting the others pass him and usher him away

He doesn’t move for the entire investigation, sitting on a metal chair in the dining room, hearing the whirr of fans as they cut up the sunlight that enters the room

This isn’t fair

Life isn’t fair

He’s always been alone, always, Even now he’s alone. He gets one good thing in his life and it’s gone before he knows it

He doesn’t want people’s pity  

He wants blood

So when the trial comes, he throws people off

He lies, bends the truth

And everyone votes for the wrong person

Monokuma laughs as the look of horror spreads across their faces, the real murder, Saihara, looks like he’s just ran a marathon

And all Ouma does is laugh, laugh as he walks over to Saihara

He opens his mouth to speak, but he’s cut off with a piece of glass in his throat 

“Die bitch.”

Saihara’s eyes go wide as his hands claw at his throat, he chokes on his own blood before falling to the ground

Ouma’s jacket is stained red, splotches of blood dripping down his face

He hears the yelling and screams of everyone before they’re all lifted into the execution

A deck of cards await them, each person is forced to take one. Aces mean death by impalement, club means being beaten to death, Heart means dissection and diamond means death from cuts , King or Queen means death by ‘assassination’

Ouma laughs and watches as Tenko is beaten with her own nun chucks, Hoshi is stabbed with a metal pole and everyone else withering and yelling in agony

He doesn’t care that they’re all dying

He won. He killed them all for you

So when he picks the joker card, Ouma Kokichi makes his final mistake

And lives

Kiibo:

He surely was not programmed to feel this way. It’s impossible

Such a strong feeling that clutches at his chest and makes his system overheat with each touch and stare

The robot has not felt this way once since he was booted up for the first time

He’s a bit clueless, so it takes him a while to figure out that he’s in love

But when he does oh boy

He’s determined as fuck to win you over, playing every card he has up his non-existent sleeves to try and make you swoon

Unfortunately he only ends up making a bigger fool of himself

You pity him to the point where you play along, and boy the look on his face after you do is priceless  

He’d told you a cheesy pickup line, and when you retorted with another one he was giddy with excitement

He’s rambling faster than his mind can process about how he’s been planning to use that for days now and that he can’t believe it work-

You tell him to calm down, and he’s muted himself

Each morning he greats you at exactly 8’oclock, sitting beside you in the dining hall for breakfast at 8:30 before he spends his entire morning (And afternoon if you are free) with you

He can’t eat of course, but watching you eat gives him a sort of happiness as if he was eating

Pretty soon he’s gotten every mole, pore, texture and feature of your face memorized and stored on his long-term memory database

He begins recording each conversation with you, playing your voice back late at night while he sleeps

He actively talks with you each chance he gets, and follows you around like a lost puppy

There was a point where he nearly jumped in the pool with you

He only stopped because he realized his body couldn’t handle the amount of water, and that he may (or may not) electrocute you

Times where he would be experiencing new things were now taken up by you

Not just spending time with you, time thinking about you, researching more ways to win you over and listening back to your voice

It came to a point where he wasn’t spending time with anyone else, shrugging them off with an excuse

Yet each time you got near him he’d immediately drop what he was doing and go with you

Every time he saw you spending time with someone else, he’d join the two of you, not minding if he was intruding on a conversation

If they told him to go away, he’d get angry and call it robot-discrimination

And if then he still has to leave, oh boy

He’s pissed

He just wants to spend time with you like a normal human! He just is doing what he needs to beat everyone else! What’s so wrong with that?

So when Ouma points out that Kiibo’s been starring at you for the past ten minutes at the dining hall, he loses it

He’s screeching at Ouma to leave him alone, threatening to beat the smaller boy if he doesn’t shut up

It’s gotten to a point where he’s had to be removed and shut down by Iruma, screaming and trying with all his might to break away

Everyone seems to keep any contact with you to a minimal or in private, not wanting to upset Kiibo to the point of no return

Kiibo has started to become more possessive as the days went by, literally growling at anyone other than you that approached him, glaring at anyone who so much as said ‘Hi’ to you, He had even stopped letting Iruma do maintenance checks on him

The only person he was kind to was you at this point

Kiibo had started to say things that…made you uncomfortable

“S/o you’re so pretty…” Lust in his eyes as he ran his cold hands along your thighs

“s/o you can do anything to me you know?” “I would do anything for you.” “If anyone needs to be taken care of just let me know ok?”

He had even suggested for the two of you to ‘take things further’

He had walked you back to your dorm, offering to stay outside to guard the door for you

It doesn’t matter if he runs out of battery :)

Eventually he does leave (Only because you told him to get some rest) walking back to his room

He took his seat on the bed, humming a tune as he re-played a recording of you talking for the fourth time

It was around midnight before he heard noises from outside

“shhh, quiet Ouma.”

“Nishishi~ Don’t worry s/o I’m always quiet~”

Kiibo’s at the door, pressed up against it and listening intently

“Let’s talk in my room.” Your voice

He heard the sound of footsteps grow farther and farther away , the rage slowly building up inside of him

How.Dare.Ouma.

Teasing him constantly and now this!

He quietly creped after you two, pressing one side of his head to your door, hearing multiple voices

“-think this is a good idea.”

“He won’t leave me alone? What else can we do?”

“What if he gets pissed and attacks one of us?”

Oh

Oh

He knew what this was about

They want to take you away from him. They don’t think a robot should be able to be human and love. They’re all his rivals

They need to be taken care of

He heads over to Iruma’s workplace, there was no lock to begin with

Pretty soon he has everything he needs

He waits back in his room, until everyone has dispersed back from your room

Then he strikes.

……

….

When you wake you’re nervous…today’s the day the plan is supposed to be put into effect

You sit in the dining hall, waiting for the others to trickle in

….

You wait half an hour, and hour and then half an hour more, by the time 2 hours have passed you’re outright panicking

You make your way to Ouma’s room, knocking on it

Nothing

You try the doorknob, its open

When the door swings open you see his body, flung on the bed, blood seeped into the mattress

You go to Shirogane’s room, and it’s the same thing

Tenko, Kaede, Saihara, Gonta, Hoshi, Iruma, everyone

Dead.

You can’t believe what you’re seeing, your friends are all gone with the turn of a clock

“Or the flip of a switch.”

It’s him

Kiibo smiles at you, eyes red and voice shaky as he walks forward

He’s got a red splotch on his chest plate

“There there, it’s fine!”

Dead, killed, white sprayed red

“I got rid of the rivals… I have won in this battle of love…”

This isn’t love, this can’t be. This is fucked up-

It’s love sick

He doesn’t take no for an answer.

Korekiyo Shinguji:

When he sees you for the first time he’s intrigued

The way you seem to effortlessly walk, combing tangled strands of hair with your fingers as you sigh

He’s charming you with every word as you charm him with each move

You ask about his talent and he’s more than happy to go explain about his studies in anthropology

He’s met many people from many cultures, and studied thousands more

But this one person is different

You don’t look at him ‘that’ way when you see his mask, or when he greedily talks about his studies

He won’t consider it love at first sight, but he’s definitely thinking about it

As he gets to know more about you, he finds himself drawing deeper and deeper into the feeling of love

He knows things need to be taken slow naturally, considering the situation you two are in as well…

But sometimes he can’t help being a little bit greedy

He caught you doing the laundry one day, you called him over and the clothes had not only dried but cooled by the time you and him were finished talking

You seemed to interested in hearing his stories, you make him laugh with stories of your own

He’s enjoying life more and more

His feelings only seem to deepen as time passes, he’s slipped a few times and has called you ‘darling’ or ‘beauty’ but you don’t seem to mind, if anything, you seem to like it

And then when the first trial happens he knows that he’s fallen

The way you argued, how you shot down statements and proved your points with evidence and led everyone to the blackened

After the trial he can see that you’re on the verge of breaking down, holding back tears and sniffling

He embraces you in his arms as you sniffle, holding you tight as a new found emotion flows through him

Dominance

Korekiyo knows that he’s always had a thing for this trait but this time he really feels it

The need to keep you his. The need to claim you for his own. The need to make sure no one takes you. The need to see you below him.

It starts to build

He begins to be more firm with his touches, his gaze more piercing as he sits almost flush to you during meals

He’s begun to say creepier things, talking about ropes and chains and controlling and master and slaves….

It’s making you concerned

But each time you bring it up he simply smiles (You can tell by the way his cheek bones go up) and apologizes for making you uncomfortable before he continues to talk about different topics

You do like it when he talks but…some things you don’t like…making you tied between emotions

And you slowly feel new emotions for someone else sprouting…

One day he takes things too far, you’ve been showering in your room only to walk out and find him sitting on your bed

He knows you like Angie

That religion loving little cunt

You tell him to get out, and his expression darkens

“But what if I don’t want to, s/o?”he takes a step forward

And another

Pretty soon your back is against the wall, dressed in nothing but a towel with a masked sadist approaching you

One slap across the face, and you know that he’s angry

In one swift motion he’s got you on the floor, ripping the damp towel off as he lands his own slap to your face

You scream, clinging desperately to the towel as he growls and pulls your now naked body onto the bed

Now it’s a punch

And  a stomp

He’s outright abusing you by the time you beg him to stop

He pulls at your hair, and hisses into your ear “You are mine. Got it? You don’t have a say in this, all you need to do is listen and let me take care of it…”

The room is ringing, your nose is burning as your eyes swell and the sharp burning of pain spreads throught your arms and legs

It only takes one more punch before you fall unconscious

…

When you wake up you’re chained by the wrist and ankle in a metal cage, the floor lightly padded

“Good morning darling~”

He unlocks the cage, you shake as he offers a hand, he glowers until you fearfully take his hand

He smiles as he sets you down in a chair, feeding you with a spoon and humming a children’s song

“Oh, don’t worry about seeing anyone from now on my love; I’ll make sure that no one can hurt you again.”

You shiver, he removes his mask and forcefully kisses you

Gonta Gokuhara:

He seemed so pure, so kind and caring when you met him

You had taken a liking to his bugs, and he was overjoyed to teach you about the different kinds of moth and arachnid

He felt this warm gooey feeling in his stomach whenever you talked to him, and he always felt slightly jealous whenever anyone else talked to you

As the days went by in the prison academy, Gonta grew slightly more hostile and agitated to the people talking to you, the difference wasn’t much but it was still noticeable

Especially for the SHSL detective

Saihara had came and quietly told you about what he’s been noticing, he advised you to stay away from Gonta

But Gonta was such a nice person! He would never

Saihara simply sighed, warning you again

You rolled your eyes, but still planted a small peck on his cheek, thanking him

He walked away with a red face and

…unknown to him, a certain someone was watching the conversation, and he wasn’t pleased in the slightest

Saihara Shuichi locked the door to his room, sighing as he removed his cap and laid down after another stressful day trapped in the school

“Saihara-kun, locking your door before you leave the room is what someone smart like you should have done.”

Saihara yelped, calling out to whoever was there

Gonta poked his head out of the bathroom, a light smile on his face “Gonta wouldn’t want anyone sneaking in here now would I?”

Saihara rose from his position, having read enough mystery novels to figure out where this was headed

And if the detective was right, he was in a lot of shit

“Gonta has heard the you’ve tried to tarnish Gonta’s good name….” he was getting closer with each step, Saihara took a step back

“Well Gonta can’t have his little bug s/o getting the wrong idea now…” he was within arm’s reach

Saihara was about to run for it, before he could he felt a heavy force slamming him across the room

He brought his arms up to protect his head, a second later hearing the crunch of plaster and paint as splinters of wood exploded beside his head

Gonta had punched the wall beside his head, eyes boring into Saihara’s smaller body

“Don’t’ ever do something like that again. Don’t’ you dare kiss her, or you’ll answer to me. ” Was all he said before he left the detective shaking “Tell anyone and you’re done for.”

The next day you couldn’t figure out why Saihara seemed so nervous around you, or why anyone for that matter seemed a bit too cautious with their words and actions around you

Oh well, at least Gonta was there for you

Kaito Momota:

His loud attitude stopped the second he saw you

His usually loud and confidant self grew quiet and flustered as he introduced himself  

When you left him to introduce yourself to other people he slapped himself for being such a wuss

When monokuma announced the situation everyone was in he felt a determination to protect you at all costs

He grew closer to you, despite him being slightly awkward, you still enjoyed having him around

Eventually he grew more comfortable around you, loving every day he spent with you

He gave his best at making jokes and goofing off to keep your minds off of things, each time you laughed it made it all worth it

One time his slippers had gotten water in them, making his toes squeak and squish with each step

He’s never seen you laugh harder

He grew so in love with hearing you laugh that he started doing insane things

Falling off a bookshelf, spilling hot tea on maki, all just to get a smile out of you

It made him hated by others, but he didn’t care!

He made you worry about his health, but he took it as a compliment!

As the days go by you start to notice that Kaito was being overpowering…

He’d sit between you and Amami during meals,  shoved Angie out of the way to get to you, clapped Saihara a bit too hard on the back whenever he talked to you

And that was just the beginning

You brought it up to him, he just laughed

“I have to make sure no one steals my star.”

His star? You’re not his star. You aren’t his.

He doesn’t seem to understand

I mean…

Why wouldn’t you be his huh?

Does he have to prove it to you?

He places his hands on your hips and you slap him

He rubs his face, having a dear-in-headlights look

“That was a bad idea.”

Fuck b y e

You were out of there faster than you can say ‘cheese’

The next few days were you hiding and trying to get away from Kaito

He’d be banging on your door, telling you in a sing-song manner that he knows you’re in there (Meant to be yours starts playing)

There’s nothing to be afraid of…he just wants to make sure that his star is safe!

He gets looks from the others, he ignores them

…but maybe he should’ve because next thing he knows Tenko and Gonta are both holding him down as Kaede is yelling about how scared he’s made you and how frightened you are

“It’s not menacing when I can see your panties at this angle.”

She’s about to retaliate but she’s cut off by a few screams, whipping her head around

Turing his head as best he could, he saw what she was looking at

You, more specifically, hanging from the ceiling  (wow much heather’s parallels) 

And he goes berserk

Yelling screaming, Kicking and punching

The shock from the new body had loosened the grip on him, he managed to wiggle out of Tenko and Gonta’s grasp

And now he’s punching and kicking everyone he can see, slamming Kaede into the wall

It takes multiple people to tie him down

He won’t stop screaming during the investigation, yelling curse words and how everyone should die

He has to be handcuffed during the class trial, glaring and refusing to help anyone

After the killer is found, he has to be tied up again, He’ll either hurt himself or someone else

Hoshi Ryoma:

Fuck oh god not this feeling

Love, fuck fuck fuckty hell

He hates it

Then again, he’s never really felt it before….

But that doesn’t change the fact that when you nervously approach him and great yourself he feels his heart strings playing a song

He grumbles an introduction, informing you of his not so wonderful past and suggests that you stay well away from him

Done done and dinner, that should have been the end

So when you appear at his door the next morning, asking him to teach you tennis he’s more that frustrated

Why can’t have nice things?

Because you push nice things away to protect them, he tells himself

… fair enough

He still complies, as to not disappoint you

The match went well, he taught you a few pointers and you seem to be better at playing it, regardless of how

And then you ask to do this again the next morning

He gulps, wanting to say no

“Yeah, sounds cool.”

Fucking Hell-

He tries to distance himself at first, not wanting you (or himself) to be closer…….

But as the practices go on he can’t help but love it, and love you

You didn’t think of him as horrible, you worried over him when he got hurt ( he slipped and scraped his knee), and you were just nice person for him to be around

He’s new to this whole ‘love’ thing, but he’s more than used to the feeling of jealousy

And as you talk with Korekiyo he feels it brewing inside him

You were so nice to him. Why don’t you pay attention to him

He’d start to make practices longer, he’d try and include himself in your other hobbies more

Art? He’d paint a picture (can’t guarantee if gonna be a Picasso) language? He’d read a book

Pretty soon he had the things you liked to do and your everyday routine off by heart

He would go to wherever you would go and set himself up before you came, so that it wouldn’t look suspicious

He feels the days fly by, observing you and your hobbies

But it wasn’t enough

He craved more

First it was a sweaty towel, next it was a scrap of paper, a lock of hair, a used fork, he even felt brave enough to go for your toothbrush

This…was normal…right? Lovers….give eachother gifts…but you aren’t his lover so…he has to just have little comforts of what could be a future

His feeling of wanting to be a part of your world only intensifies

Collecting things and objects hastily and getting more psychical with his practices

One day Angie was goofing off, the end result was you entangled in it

In that moment, he realizes what he wants

A bird

Birds are kept in cages, sure they can fly around your house but they are within arms distance, safe, you can pet them and feed them and they feel closer at home

He wants a bird

He thinks it over for a good week, before getting to work and calling you over to his room

He told you that there was a strange sound coming from the vent above his bed, he wanted to check it out but….his height and all…

He feels so bad when he lies to you but…in the end it’s for your own good

He watches as you stand on the stool, arms reaching out to fiddle with the grate of the vent

As you fiddle around with the vent, he’s gotten ready

You hear a click, and look down

What-

Why are your legs cuffed-

He pushes you to the side, arms flailing as you yelp and flop onto the bed

“Hoshi what are you-”

“I-I’m sorry.”

Another click and your hands are cuffed

Oh fuck

Ohfuckohfuckohfuck

You yell, thinking he’s going to kill you or something

The walls are soundproof, so he doesn’t need to worry about anyone hearing…

He drags your body onto the corner of a room, sitting you down on a plush pillow and re-tying your restraints so that you have arm and leg movement, but not too much

“I-I’ve gotten anything and everything you’ll need for the rest of your life. Pillows, food, water, entertainment of all kinds…”

True to his words, everything you could possible think of doing, puzzles, games, books, drawing, their all there

He feels his chest tighten as you gaze up at him with starry eyes “I-I’m sorry, I just can’t afford to lose you….I can’t afford for you to love someone other than me, I don’t want to think about what might happen if someone gets too close to you. I’d kill myself, I’d kill them, I-I don’t know…”

He cries as he hugs you

He can make you happy, he know he can…

You’ll be his, forever, he’ll be yours forever

This is love, right?

[drv3imagines]

I did a quick search on our blog, and I do not believe we did any yandere headcanons, but now we have. And here ya go~

Rantaro Amami * Our boi is the overprotective yandere type, probably because he often acted this way with his sisters. So naturally he would shield you from any kind of “danger”. * It made you a little uncomfortable that he would always redirect you if he didn’t like someone you hung out with. Or if a friend was hugging you for too long. God bless the soul who dared to flirt with you. * But he was just being protective…even if it was a bit much… * He never was violent with you, and he hasn’t actually hurt anyone…so everything was fine. For now…until you decided to hang out in the library one day without his knowledge. * It just so happened the Rantaro was already there when he saw you and another student talking over shared a textbook. * This jerk had the nerve to get a little too close for Rantaro’s comfort, but it wasn’t anything like that, you and another classmate were simply studying. * Right. Studying was the first thing, then the punk would attempt to get you alone, right? Do what they had to and leave you in some alleyway? Not on Rantaro’s watch! * “Amami, what are you doing?” * Before you knew it, Rantaro had you by the arm and was dragging you away from that section of library. * His expression is unreadable as he tells you to stay put, and leaving without another word. * This attitude of his had to stop, or else– * He returns a moment later a little disheveled but otherwise fine. * Pulling you into a hug he strokes your hair and mutters to you. * “I only do what I do to protect you. I won’t ever let them hurt you, you know that.”

Korekiyo Shinguuji * This boi is obsessed with human behavior, but no other being on the planet could capture his attention quite like you. * It sucked that all of the other beings of this world got to be graced with your magnificent presence but not him. That’s why he declared you two to be a couple some time ago. * Having a wonderful piece of artwork like yourself by his side made him feel utmost ecstasy. Sometimes he just wishes he could stuff you and put you on display in his house or something so your beauty could be ageless :3c. Unfortunately he doesn’t have the resources at the time so he’ll have to save that for later. * When you two aren’t together, he will stalk you, but this only provided temporary satisfaction, as there was a limit to how much time you could actually spend together. * So he decided he would eliminate all factors that would separate you. * It would be best if you lived with him and never left since you both tend to have very busy schedules. His international travels had come to a near stop because they were taking away his time studying the world’s greatest beauty. And any outside activity you had would be secretly “monitored” from afar. * If anyone dared to come too close to his gracious human, they would be punished. * No, he would not kill them, but lay waste to them in his basement as decorative tokens for his lover. * While you were completely oblivious to this, he would provide you subtle hints hoping you’d make the discovery so he could see even the horrified beautiful you. * “My love, I have brought yet another ugly fraction of this world into our home. I must be blessed with your elegance once again to recover from this horrible feat.”

Kaito Momota * Kaito is the romance expert. He knows all about properly handling the lover of his dreams. * He’s got hand holding, opening doors, kissing, and sweeeeeet date ideas from here to the sun. * Grade A boyfriend. * He’s such a great boyfriend that he even knows how to properly dispose of any loser trying to get their grubby hands on you. * One way he marks his territory, or you for short, is his jacket. * It’ll be the middle of the hottest summer your city has ever faced, but he insists you keep it on in case anyone gets any funny ideas. * And if they did… * For extra security he always has an arm around you, holding you extra close when a potential rival came about. * No one would take you from him and he would remind you of that every time you were together. * “I gotta let the world know that you’re mine, don’t I?”

Kokichi Ouma * Everywhere you went, there was no doubt that your boyfriend would be latched onto you. * You two were known as the sickeningly sweet couple that was always together. You two were inseparable. * But not by your choice. * Ouma loved being with you ever since you two had been together. There was no way he’d let you be by yourself since it was his job to make sure you weren’t lonely. * At least that’s what he told you, but it was kind of clingy how he wanted to go with you wherever you went, even when you were hanging out with friends. * You would beg him to let you go out just once with just your friends but he’d either throw a huge tantrum or give you a silent treatment for nearly a month if you did. * So that settled any future outings, he had to go with you no matter what. No ifs, ands, or buts. * There was only one time you could remember that you had went out with a friend and forgot to ask him to tag along. But you figured it wasn’t that big of a deal. * It hadn’t even been a day after your hangout that the friend had sent you a text to never contact them ever again and it was pretty serious. Not only had they not called you, but you’d never seen or heard anything about them from that day on. * You relayed your hurt feelings to Ouma, oblivious to the devious look he held on his face. * “Awww, why would you waste your time with them? Aren’t I enough for youuuu?~ Nishishishsi.” ;)

Shuuichi Saihara * You’d never guess that detective boi was the type. * Especially since he isn’t one to let himself get caught. * Yes, Shuuichi Saihara is the stalker type of yandere, but if you’d ask him it’s not really “stalking.” * Just making sure you were happy when he wasn’t around. Checking on you, seeing if your day went on normally. Providing you chances to receive cute little bonuses throughout your day as evidence that he was always with you, even if you never noticed. * But sometimes there were other suitors who wanted to get a little too close for Shuuichi’s liking. * He could kill them and get rid of the evidence simply because it was easy and he could literally get away with murder, but what fun would that be? * He needed to make that jerk feel small, the same way they made him feel when his s/o would dare waste their time with someone else when all they needed was him! * “He won’t be laughing anymore when I– Oh, h-hello s/o! How did I get down here? I dropped my contact lens. What? Of course I wear contacts ^^;;”

Kiibo * Kiiboi is such an adorkable sweetheart. No way this precious baby could hurt a fly (not to mention robot laws?) * But he never had to. * If he’s ever learned one thing from Ouma, it was that the power of manipulation could get you anything you wanted. * He wouldn’t have to be scared you’d ever leave him because he could use cutesy words that would bring the two of you closer. Nothing wrong with that right? * You loved him as long as he made you feel that way. Humans were so naive adorable~ * He was helpless in your eyes and needed your guidance every step of the way uwu. * “I’m glad you are able to look past our differences and help me when I most need it s/o.” ;3c

Gonta Gokuhara * Gonta loves his s/o dearly. * He likes how nice you are to him. How nice you are to his bugs. And how you make him feel better after he does something stupid. Like when he told you you could never leave Gonta ever again. * He is really sorry, but the world is too dangerous for you and a good gentleman protects the ones he loves. * He drowns you with all sorts of affection, but it saddens him when you say you want to go home. * So he comes up with the idea of bringing some of your stuff to his home :D. * That doesn’t fix everything? * He does everything he can to make you feel happy and relaxed, knowing that his home is now forever your home. * He understands that you need exercise and fresh air sometimes so he lets you walk around the neighborhood at least once or twice a day, but Gonta has to go with you. * It’s overwhelming to say the least, but he loves you and treats you well, so that’s all that matters right? Even when you can’t go out on your own, talk to your friends, your family, or anyone in general… as long as you have him… * “Gonta promises to make you happy forever!”

Ryoma Hoshi * He’s ashamed of his past, but he has no problem owning up to it. * He hated that he had to kill those mafia members…yet he has no problem with dealing with anyone who even bats an eye at you. * It wasn’t like he was going to lie to you. * Yes, he did kill anyone who got too close. Heck no he wasn’t going to stop. * You honestly didn’t know what to do about this. * So you did what any reasonable person would do in this situation… * You did as he asked so he wouldn’t resort to violence anymore. * Your friends and family and any random stranger would live if you just loved him passed the sadistic monster who hurt countless others. * No one else was going to die because of you, and he would still get to love you. This is a win-win, right? Right?!?! * As long as you were happy…and being happy meant staying alive at this moment… * “You know I’d never hurt you right…”