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Final batch of attacks I did for Art Fight! Now the owners, in order:

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CosmicBites

StrawberryToxin 

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Pinkgayee

Another @danganronpasecretsanta​ submission for Damien (@dokoel​)

This was an idea I had involving all four of your favourites doing Christmassy things (It’s around 4000 words). I’ve also made a single character piece which I posted earlier today, in case you haven’t seen it. I hope that you enjoy at least one of these two pieces, and have a great Christmas and New Year!

Note: There is a spoiler for Gonta’s final FTE under the read more.

The hallways of Hope’s Peak were far quieter than usual, many of the students having chosen to return home over the winter holidays. However, there were some who chose to stay within the school instead, either because their talents involved looking after fauna or flora that they did not want to leave unattended, or because they didn’t have anywhere that they wanted to go home to…

Three such students were currently making their way through the hallways towards the kitchen, returning from a shopping errand set by their friend…

“Teruteru order lots of food this week!” Gonta commented, as he struggled to peer over the large box of drinks, baking ingredients and vegetables that he was carrying back to the kitchen for the cook.

“Indeed, it is most fortunate that you are here to help us carry it all.” Korekiyo agreed, as he carefully walked several steps behind his two friends, mindful of Teruteru’s instructions not to allow damage to the eggs or delicate sugar decorations he was carrying.

“Still, can’t blame the guy…” Ryoma started, shifting the rucksack full of meat he was shouldering into a more comfortable position, “Between his talent as a cook, and him inviting his mother to the school for Christmas, he’s got plenty of reason to want to put on an impressive feast.”

“You mean… this all for one meal?” Gonta exclaimed, as they finally entered the kitchen, where Teruteru was already busy at the stove, preparing pans full of cranberry, apple and mint sauces ahead of schedule. “Gonta not realise Christmas was so much work…”

“What… are you one of those guys who just sits back and watches their mother slave away in the kitchen?” The cook asked irritably, not looking away from the pans he was stirring, “I’d have thought better of a gentleman…”

“Ahh… Gonta sorry!” The entomologist cringed, “But… Gonta not remember any Christmases before now!”

“You… Ah!” Now it was Teruteru’s turn to look embarrassed, as he remembered Gonta’s upbringing. “I suppose your ‘forest family’ wouldn’t have even had a kitchen…”

@danganronpasecretsanta submission for Damien! (@dokoel)

This is the requested single-character piece for one your faves (I picked Ryoma) celebrating the holidays! It’s about 1200 words. I have also written a longer piece involving all four of your favourites, which I will post later today. I hope you enjoy at least one of these pieces and have a Merry Christmas!

A guy like Ryoma shouldn’t be putting up decorations for Christmas. And he certainly shouldn’t be enjoying himself…

Years of gloomy prison Christmases, with the staff making only a few cursory efforts to recognise the day, which did nothing except remind everyone of what they were really missing out on, had convinced him of that. There’d been no joy in stringing up a few paper chains inside his cell, or in the cheap, processed turkey dinner they’d served up at lunchtime, and certainly not in the church service they’d put on to remind them all to focus on penitence and redemption… even the extra slice of cake in the evening had done nothing but make him wish fondly for the times when he could have gone to the fridge and helped himself to whatever leftovers he’d fancied.

But it had been alright. A guy like him didn’t deserve to have a happy Christmas.

But this year was different. This year he was at Hope’s Peak, signed on as the Ultimate Tennis Player, and surrounded by naïve kids who were all relishing the freedom to decorate however they pleased and getting into the holiday spirit, which involved asking Ryoma what he was doing to celebrate the day… and then getting concerned when he told them the truth, that he hadn’t been intending to do anything at all.

He’d been inundated with suggestions about what he could do to celebrate, invitations to join them on the day, offers of surplus decorations for his room… all masking the obvious worry he’d given them that he might end up alone and miserable on a day when everyone else would be happy and celebrating with their loved ones…

He’d given in, in the end. Not that he was going to intrude in anyone else’s plans for the day, but he could easily put on show of enjoying the day by himself, if it made them all stop wasting their concern on him. So he’d bought a pack of cards to write to people and given them out before anyone went home for the holiday. And today, on Christmas Eve, he’d put up a small, pre-lit and decorated tree in his room, even though he wasn’t expecting to get any presents to put under it. And he still had some cheap garlands to hang up across the walls, and a wreath to hang up on the door. All just in case anyone decided to come to his room to check on him on Christmas Day, of course…