How do you think the V3 cast would feel about their pregame selves if they were in the same room with them? (mainly Shuichi because at the least the fans gave him a personality. Like...I don't know if it's canon, but it's something to work with)
I know pretty much nothing about the pregame characters.
Cept Kaede.
Soo... These are all my headcannons.
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Kaede: Creeped out, is just like "I wouldn't say that."
I feel like Pre Kaede just teases her for being "soft and pathetic."
Mimics what she says in a high pitched squeaky voice.
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Shuichi: Both just stare uncomfortably for a while.
Before Pre Shuichi, noticing Shuichi's hair, straightens up and asks if his pitch to take out Kaede worked.
Shuichi, horrified shoots all that down that he would never.
Pre Shuichi just rolls his eyes like "God your lame, it's just a game man. And now, I'm the star of it."
Shuichi just slowly shakes his head and leaves to find his friends.
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Kaito: Pre game Kaito is cocky, loud and even more boisterous than Kaito.
Keeps asking what their earnings are but Kaito doesn't know what he's saying.
It's a bit off putting but they appear to get along.
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Kokichi: Pre game Kokichi is a nerd about the show.
Kokichi is slowly getting answers out of his more serious counterpart.
Both keep talking about how cool Monokuma is...
And everyone's thinking of ways to seperate em.
Kirumi: Pre game Kirumi just kinda looks at Kirumi like dirt. Just ugh they made me the maid?
Kirumi smiled politely... And murderously.
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Gonta: Both cinnamon rolls, both gentleman.
Pre is more articulate but they are both bonding.
It's adorable.
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Miu: The opposite of Kaede, Pre Miu is a sweetheart so she's getting teased by Miu for being "a soft prude with no tits."
Keebo likes her well enough, to Miu's annoyance.
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Angie: Pre just looks at Angie in annoyance like "... I made one mention of my god and they made it my whole personality...."
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Korekiyo: Pre instantly quizzes him on various topics in anthropology.
Just to make sure he's as smart as him.
They have fun with it...than Korekiyo mentions sister and Pre looks at him all werid.
"I don't have a sister..."
Awkward.
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Tenko: Pre takes one look at her and just walks away.
Mumbling about needing to have some words with the development team... Because what is that?
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Himiko: Himiko just takes a nap and Pre just nods, mood and takes a nap as well.
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Rantaro: Both get on pretty well.
Rantaro makes the mistake of asking why Pre would do this...more than once.
"For my family man, they're all watching me follow my dreams."
And Rantaro is both aw but also... Tf kind of dreams u having boy?
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Keebo: Keebo was excited to meet his Pre self but... He's very rudemantary.
Can't really say much other than a few phrases so... Its just a bit awkward.
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Maki: Pre Maki finds Kaito annoying and hates the whole romance plot shoved in.
Just rants about it but she's happy they let her be a kick ass assassin "and not some dumb child carer."
Maki is just silently listening, couldn't get a word in even if she tried.
Is pissed about the not liking Kaito thing.
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Ryoma: Just silently vibe with each other.
Tsumugi: Both squeal when they see each other.
Clasping hands and whispering details, just all excited and secretive.
"Wait don't tell me, you're gonna write unheard lines.
"You know it!"
Pre is very happy with Tsumugi, and the more extroverted of the duo.
Both are just fangirling each other.
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Rantaro Amami—the king of The Academy for Gifted Juveniles. Though not ruthless like his peers, he's at the top of the food chain.
He is the epitome of effortless beauty. Drop-dead gorgeous. It isn't uncommon for everyone's attention to turn to him whenever he enters a room.
Though welcome in every single clique and friend group, he mostly hangs with the other populars; a prince and his court.
It's rumored that he's dating nobility; or that he is nobility, part of an ancient clan that spanned several eons. Some say that a kiss from him could kill cancer.
It's often scoffed at initially, until the non-believers witness him in person.
He's mysterious. Nobody really knows much about him. Everyone wants to.
People have taken up smoking because of him. Graceful fingers bring a cigarette to his lips, a habit he indulges in every so often, and they scramble for his ashes.
He's sick of them all.
Rantaro sits atop a throne he never wanted. He tosses out letters from high fashion designers, begging him to represent their brand. To wear their clothes. All they need is a size—and a headshot.
The nail polish brush glides over his thumbnail delicately, turning it a glossy shade of black.
A drop falls onto the floor.
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