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Kokichi simply shrugged with that same shit-eating grin on his face that he always had. 

“Well, maybe you wouldn’t have to deal with the annoying me if you’d just say yes,” he says in that sing-songy voice. 

You resist the urge to box his ears and instead turn away, speed-walking toward the classroom. To your dismay, he quickly follows behind you, matching your pace easily and practically skipping. You supposed someone like him burned a lot of energy annoying people and pulling tricks everyday, so this was probably nothing to him. 

“Don’t you ever get tired of being rejected?” you glanced at him, genuinely curious. 

“Nope!” He folds his arms behind his head leisurely and grins at you. “But I bet you’re getting tired of rejecting me, huh? You really want to say yes, don’t you? Huh?”

“I’m not even going to answer that,” you sighed. 

Kokichi made a face of shock, mouth and deep purple eyes wide in a way that could only be described as overexaggerated and purely for dramatic effect. 

“But you just did!” 

You suppressed an exasperated sigh and looked away from Kokichi, who was strolling next to you without a care in the world. He’d even started to whistle some annoying little tune that sounded suspiciously like the tune that had recently gone viral for being one of the worst earworms ever. 

Kokichi had been asking for your autograph for the past month since the fall semester of Hope’s Peak Academy had formally started and the two of you had met in-class for the first time. 

“Ultimate Celebrity, huh?!” he’d exclaimed, eyes comically wide and sparkly. “Does that mean you get to be an Ultimate for just existing? Do you even have to do anything? How is that even a talent, huh?” 

Kaede interjected with her hands on her hips. 

“Hey, don’t make fun! You know, they’re an Ultimate for a reason,” she huffed. “Look at that face! That style! The stuff that they use gets sold out within minutes, and the places they go get so popular they only take reservations for months after!” 

To be fair, you tried to stop Kaede. Tried and failed. 

“It’s okay, Kaede-” you put a hand on her shoulder gently, only for her to not even notice. 

“Do you even know how much one of their autographs goes for? It can go for a million yen!” she burst. 

It was then that a chill ran down your spine as you watched Kokichi’s face flash from that of a naive and playful prankster to a calculative one worthy of being called the Ultimate Supreme Leader–whatever that bogus-sounding talent was. Actually, how dare he question your talent when he had a suspicious talent like that? 

“Oho, is that so?” he smiled and tapped a finger to his lips, seemingly in thought. You didn’t know what he was thinking, but you did know that whatever it was, you didn’t like it at all. 

You gave the door to the classroom a furtive look. 

“Okay, well, if that’s all, I’m going to go to the bathroom now- Eek!” 

Kokichi had made his way to the door before you and was somehow effectively blocking your exit route with both palms pressed on either side of the door frame, even with his slight frame. Not only that, but he was currently making one of the most horrifying faces you’d ever seen on anyone, and you’d seen a lot of terrible things in the entertainment industry. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he smirked. Whatever that black pit of a face was, his eyes were two black holes in that pit. And, his mouth was stretched unnaturally wide in what could only be called an evil smile. “Hand it over.” He held out a hand, and you stared at his empty hand, simply appalled. 

You’d faced plenty of terrors and challenges as the Ultimate Celebrity, from surprise paparazzis at night to stalker-fans trying to break into your apartment, but you had to say that this was your first time being extorted for an autograph–not even asked, but threatened. 

You crossed your arms and gave him a dirty look. 

“No. Now step aside.” 

You couldn’t imagine that he’d keep blocking the doorway forever, especially since from the corner of your eye, you could see Kaito walking toward the classroom from the hallway. 

He slinked to the side surprisingly easily, making a disappointed puppy-dog face. 

“Aww, you’re no fun. It’s just an autograph, you know?”

You slid past him and made a beeline to the bathroom, which he thankfully did not follow you to–but you did feel his eyes on you until you disappeared from his line of sight. You’d think you’d have gotten used to being watched, being the Ultimate Celebrity, but somehow, this felt different. 

Fast-forward to today, about a month into the semester, and he hadn’t failed to pester you for an autograph every single day, although he luckily spent some of his time playing with (irritating?) your other classmates, too. 

“Keeboi, robots don’t have nipples, do they?” Some clanking noises came from the other side of the classroom, which you desperately hoped wasn’t Kokichi touching Kiibo.

“This is harassment! I must ask that you cease and desist at once–no, seriously, stop, Kokichi!” 

You winced but opted to remain a bystander. Getting involved ultimately meant offering yourself as the sacrificial target for Kokichi’s tricks and attention. ‘Sorry, Kiibo,’ you thought sympathetically. 

But unfortunately for you, Kokichi must have quickly gotten bored with Kiibo, because not even ten minutes later, he was at your side again. To be exact, he was sitting across from you at the desk in front of yours, hands holding onto the backrest of the chair.

“Come on, just one little autograph,” he begged with those big, gleaming eyes. Man, since when did being an Ultimate Supreme Leader involve having incredible acting abilities? Because otherwise, how could he look so pitiful and sad? Like a cat left in the pouring rain, sitting in a rotting cardboard box, waiting for a kind owner–

You averted your eyes. It would be fine if you didn’t look at him, you desperately thought to yourself. 

“I’m not giving an autograph to any classmates,” you state. “We’re all Ultimates and more or less equal, so I’m not going to give a fellow Ultimate an autograph. Plus, you think I don’t know you’re just going to go and auction it off?”  You turned and stared him down with the last sentence. 

“Nishishi, you got me there!” he laughed, but he didn’t seem surprised or offended. “Why don’t you do your classmate a little favor, then? You gave one to Nagito!” 

You huffed and pursed your lips. 

“I said no, Kokichi! And it’s different if it’s a fan,” you argued. “Nagito was already a fan because he loves Ultimates. Plus, he’s our upperclassman!” 

Kokichi put a hand to his chin in thought. 

“So it’s different if it’s a fan, huh? Okay, got it! I’ll be your fan, so give me an autograph!” he cheers. 

“No, Kokichi! Were you even listening to me?” 

He didn’t reply immediately for once, just watched you in an unsettling way. He even started twirling a strand of hair around his finger as he looked at you, and you started to feel self-conscious. You thought you’d gotten used to being watched, but yet again, it felt different coming from him. 

“Hmm, I guess I wasn’t… Well, if you won’t give me your autograph, then I want something else!” 

“What is it, now?” 

You sighed and rested your cheek on your hand, propping your elbow up on the desk and preparing yourself for whatever other ridiculous demand he’d come out with next.

“Give me your heart!” 

You almost fall out of your chair and scramble to hold onto the desk for dear life before incredulously staring at him. You could feel your face heating up, but you were sure it was just because he’d said something so unbelievably absurd.

“What did you say?” 

“I said, give me your heart,” Kokichi enunciated with a smile. “Do you need hearing aids? How come you didn’t hear it the first time?” His eyes reflected obsequious concern, and you frowned. 

“I heard you the first time! I just thought I heard wrong because you said something so– so weird. You know, your habit of lying and playing around with other people is going to get you in serious trouble someday.” 

Kokichi held up a hand and started examining his nails, shrugging. 

“I was being serious, though? This time, at least.”

You stared at him, unable to discern his true intentions or motives. 

“Kokichi, I–you’re just pulling my leg, right? Because if so, it’s not funny…” you trailed off, not sure what to even make of the current situation. On the off chance that he was being serious, you didn’t want to be dismissive, but after the past month of being teased and watching him trick and lie to other people like it was nothing, you couldn’t just take his words at face value. Especially when he said it so offhandedly. 

Kokichi clenched his fists and pouted, puffing up his pale cheeks. 

“Hey, don’t make me repeat myself! I tell the truth once in a while, you know! Don’t tell me you don’t believe me after I told you I was telling the truth already!” 

You blinked slowly, feeling your cheeks reddening. 

“Uh, then… What do you even mean by, ‘give me your heart?’ You want to date?” 

“No, silly,” he stuck his tongue out at you and rolled his eyes. “I want you to fall in love with me, duh! Come on, are you really so boring that you can’t even understand a figure of speech?” 

“I just didn’t expect it from you,” you quietly muttered. 

How did you feel about him, anyway? The past month suddenly felt like a blur–what had you even done the past month? You couldn’t quite remember, but whatever it was, it definitely felt like it was all memories filled with Kokichi’s presence, as infuriating as he could be sometimes. 

Then again, you knew he never truly meant any harm, and overall, you considered him–a classmate? No, that felt wrong after all the time you’d spent together for such a short span of a month. 

A friend. That felt so much more right, suited your relationships so much better.

You paused. 

“Wait a minute! You never even said that you liked me or anything. You just told me to fall in love with you!” you said, affronted by the realization. 

“Oops, you got me!” Kokichi snickered. “Well, if you insist, though I’m sure you get plenty of proclamations of love everyday as the Ultimate Celebrity.” 

He pulled out a flower from behind his back and thrusted it toward you with a big, innocent smile on his face. “I like you!” 

You facepalmed but plucked the flower from his hand begrudgingly.

“Somehow, that felt so disingenuous,” you complained. “Like it was just an afterthought. And you wondered why I didn’t believe you.” 

Kokichi poked your cheek, which had puffed a little without you even realizing. 

“Hey, don’t be so pessimistic after I told you I liked you! How can you have so many complaints about the Ultimate Supreme Leader liking you, huh? It should be your honor! A snap of my fingers, and I can have my thousands of underlings kneeling before you in seconds,” he boasted.

You gave him a look–you could just about see his nose growing longer for every lie coming out of his mouth.

“I doubt you have thousands of underlings,” you sighed. “Plus, this was so anticlimactic. I’m still pretty sure you just want to get my autograph.” 

Kokichi put a finger to his chin, thinking hard–or hardly thinking, it was always hard to tell with someone like him. 

“Well, do you need me to prove it? I’ll say I like you a thousand times! Here, why don’t I start now?” He opened his mouth wide and started chanting, “I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like-” 

You hastily slapped a hand over his mouth and fearfully glanced around the classroom. Luckily, everyone else was busy with their own conversations during lunchtime. 

“Stop that, you’re going to get everyone’s attention!” you grumbled. 

“Oh?” he chuckled as he pulled your hand from his mouth, and a look of delighted mischief sparkled in his eyes–a look, you now realize, of trouble. “You know what an even better way to get everyone’s attention is? Watch this!” 

And then, he leaned in and pressed his soft, pale lips to yours–but they were gone so soon, no sooner than you had realized they’d even touched you at all, too soon, in fact. You sat there in shock, face rapidly heating up; you were melting like butter in a hot pan, like ice under the summer sun, and you had no idea how to cope. 

Slowly, you brought your fingers to your lips, still staring at Kokichi, who had the smuggest little smile on his face. 

“You-!” 

“Did you like it? Should I kiss you again?” he licked his lips, smirking. “Here, hold still-” 

But before he could do anything else, he was interrupted by Kaito, who had grabbed onto his shoulders firmly with an uncontrollable blush on his face. Kaito could barely even look at you, instead fiercely glaring at Kokichi.

“What are you doing to them?! You didn’t even ask, and you’re in the damn classroom, Kokichi! Our entire class just saw that!” 

Kokichi stuck his tongue out at Kaito, struggling against Kaito’s hold on him.

“Yeah, and who cares? They didn’t say they didn’t like it. Right, [Name]?” He paused and waved his hand in front of your dazed face. “Hellooooo, Earth to [Name]?” 

You shook your head rapidly, trying to come back to your senses. Of all the things to happen today, you hadn’t expected to be kissed by Kokichi Ouma. Maybe just another plea for an autograph, and maybe a prank or two, but a kiss? And not only that, but you hadn’t expected yourself to like it so much. Or like him so much.

“No, I…” Still thoroughly startled, you glanced away, still blushing, only to notice that the entire class was practically staring at the two of you (and Kaito, now that he’d tried to intervene). Tenko had put her hands up over her eyes, except she’d parted her fingers, so she wasn’t actually blocking anything from sight as she blushed furiously. Meanwhile, Shuichi had dropped his egg roll onto his desk, and Gonta was trying to ask Miu what kissing was and what it meant. Angie was watching with fervent interest, and Maki seemed shocked you’d let him kiss you to begin with, judging by the murderous expression on her face. 

To hell with it, you decided. Let them watch. Most of your life as the Ultimate Celebrity was already watched, anyway. What was one more thing? 

“It’s my turn now,” you grinned. Kaito let go of him, seeming to notice the tension in the air. “Don’t move.” 

You leaned over the desk and with a finger, tilted his chin up toward you, watching the Adam’s apple of his slender neck bob nervously. 

You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, not just once, not just twice, but three times. When you finally let go of him, you had the pleasure of seeing a thoroughly and truly bewildered look on his face for once; his eyes were blank, as if trying to process what had just happened, and a generous amount of pink had painted itself over his usually pale cheeks.

Kaito gave a wolf whistle and clapped, while the others started murmuring to each other.

“Nyeh… Is this the power of the Ultimate Celebrity?” Himiko uttered in surprise. “Truly magic to be wary of…” 

“It’s not m-magic,” Tenko stuttered and flusteredly pointed at you. “It’s, it’s sorcery! They made Kokichi shut up for once in his life!” 

“No, no, this surely must be a divine act bestowed by Atua,” Angie crowed. 

“Did we want Kokichi to shut up that badly…?” Shuichi asks tentatively. 

“Yes.” Maki stabbed her pickled plum with scary precision. “Yes, we did.” 

Kaede tried to assuage everyone’s complaints.

 “Now, he’s not that bad…” 

“Well, I’m glad that pipsqueak shut up for once!” Miu exclaimed. 

“Yes, he’s an absolute menace,” Korekiyo agreed.

But the quiet Kokichi didn’t last for long–or at least, not as long as some of them hoped it would. He swiftly leapt up from his seat and pulled you up, too, before hug-attacking you. 

“Wow, I didn’t know you had it in you! From now on, you have to kiss me everyday,” he declared proudly. “And if you skimp, you have to give me an autograph!”

You pat him on the head, chuckling–his hair was so soft, you absent-mindedly thought to yourself. 

“Again with the autograph. You really are persistent,” you laughed. 

He pulled back for a moment and sweetly stared into your eyes. 

“But that’s what you like about me so much, right? Nishishi!” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you shrugged, but you could feel your cheeks warming up again. 

Kokichi leaned in close, the breath from his mouth tickling your ear.

Personality

Bossy toward men 

SDR2 - Mahiru Koizumi

NDRV3 - Tenko Chabashira (complete misandrist) 

Little Shits/Gremlins (& most obnoxious criers) /affectionate

SDR2 - Hiyoko Saionji

NDRV3 - Kokichi Ouma

Made-up Words/Sayings 

SDR2 - Ibuki Mioda

NDRV3 - Angie Yonaga

Most Unhinged Participants

SDR2 - Nagito Komaeda

NDRV3 - Korekiyo Shinguji

Multiple Personas/Personalities

DR1 - Touko Fukawa (has DID; Genocide Jack)

DR1 - Junko Enoshima

NDRV3 - Korekiyo Shinguji (older sister)

Optimists

DR1 - Aoi Asahina

SDR2 - Mahiru Koizumi

NDRV3 - Kaede Akamatsu

Potty-mouthed

DR1 - Mondo Oowada

SDR2 - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

NDRV3 - Miu Iruma

Self-Esteem Issues

DR1 - Chihiro Fujisaki

DR1 - Touko Fukawa

SDR2 - Nagito Komaeda

SDR2 - Mikan Tsumiki

NDRV3 - Shuichi Saihara

NDRV3 - Maki Harukawa

Stoic/Serious Ladies

DR1 - Sakura Oogami

DR1 - Kyouko Kirigiri

SDR2 - Peko Pekoyama

NDRV3 - Kirumi Tojo

NDRV3 - Maki Harukawa

Ultimate Talents

Athletes

DR1 - Leon Kuwata

DR1 - Aoi Asahina

SDR2 - Akane Owari

SDR2 - Peko Pekoyama

NDRV3 - Ryoma Hoshi

Martial Artists

DR1 - Sakura Oogami

NDRV3 - Tenko Chabashira

Musicians

DR1 - Sayaka Maizono

SDR2 - Ibuki Mioda

NDRV3 - Kaede Akamatsu

Ultimate ???

DR1 - Kyouko Kirigiri

SDR2 - Hajime Hinata

NDRV3 - Rantaro Amami

Has Secret/Other Talent

DR1 - Touko Fukawa (as Genocide Jack - Ultimate Murderer) 

DR1 - Makoto Naegi (Ultimate Hope) 

SDR2 - Hajime Hinata (as Izuru Kamukura - Ultimate Hope)

NDRV3 - Maki Harukawa (Ultimate Assassin)

Cast Dynamics

Protagonist & Friend Iconic Duo

DR1 - Makoto Naegi Kyouko Kirigiri

SDR2 - Hajime Hinata Chiaki Nanami

NDRV3 - Shuichi Saihara Kaede Akamatsu

Mystery Solvers/Complicators

DR1 - Kyouko Kirigiri

DR1 - Byakuya Togami

SDR2 - Nagito Komaeda

NDRV3 - Kokichi Ouma

Antagonists

DR1 - Byakuya Togami

SDR2 - Nagito Komaeda

NDRV3 - Kokichi Ouma

Protag’s Guy Friends Who All Have That Same Loser Vibe

DR1 - Yasuhiro Hagakure

SDR2 - Kazuichi Souda

NDRV3 - Kaito Momota

Breaks the 4th Wall

SDR2 - Gundham Tanaka

NDRV3 - Kokichi Ouma

Serial Killers

DR1 - Touko Fukawa (Genocide Jack)

SDR2 - Peko Pekoyama (fake; “Sparkling Justice”)

NDRV3 - Korekiyo Shinguji

Killing Game

Protagonists

DR1 - Makoto Naegi

SDR2 - Hajime Hinata

NDRV3 - Shuichi Saihara

NDRV3 - Kaede Akamatsu (one chapter still counts!!)

Traitors/Moles

DR1 - Mukuro Ikusaba (as Junko Enoshima)

DR1 - Sakura Oogami

SDR2 - Chiaki Nanami

NDRV3 - K1-B0 (unknowingly)

Masterminds

DR1 - Junko Enoshima

SDR2 - Alter Ego Junko Enoshima

NDRV3 - Tsumugi Shirogane

De Facto Forensic Examiners

DR1 - Kyouko Kirigiri

SDR2 - Mikan Tsumiki

First Victims

DR1 - Sayaka Maizono

SDR2 - Byakuya Togami (Imposter)

NDRV3 - Rantaro Amami

First Killers

DR1 - Leon Kuwata

SDR2 - Teruteru Hanamura

NDRV3 - Kaede Akamatsu (as scapegoat)

Framed/Suspected of Murdering Close Friend

DR1 - Aoi Asahina

SDR2 - Hiyoko Saionji

NDRV3 - Himiko Yumeno

Victims of Double Murders

DR1 - Hifumi Yamada Kiyotaka Ishimaru 

SDR2 - Hiyoko Saionji Ibuki Mioda

NDRV3 - Tenko Chabashira Angie Yonaga

Double Murder Culprits

DR1 - Celeste Ludenberg

SDR2 - Mikan Tsumiki

NDRV3 - Korekiyo Shinguji

Self-Sacrificial

DR1 - Sakura Oogami** 

SDR2 - Byakuya Togami (Imposter)**

SDR2 - Peko Pekoyama*

SDR2 - Nagito Komaeda** 

NDRV3 - Ryoma Hoshi**

NDRV3 - Gonta Gokuhara*

NDRV3 - Kokichi Ouma**

(* = became culprit, ** = became victim)

Non-Culprit Tries to Misdirect Voting to Execute All Participants

DR1 - Aoi Asahina

NDRV3 - Maki Harukawa

Is Incited/Led by Antagonist to Murder

SDR2 - Teruteru Hanamura

SDR2 - Chiaki Nanami

NDRV3 - Gonta Gokuhara

NDRV3 - Kaito Momota

Sustained Injury/Death Not From Participant Murder or Own Execution

DR1 - Mukuro Ikusaba (as Junko Enoshima)

SDR2 - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu  (from Peko’s execution, not own)

SDR2 - Nekomaru Nidai

NDRV3 - Kaito Momota

NDRV3 - K1-B0 (final explosion)

Mystery Victims

DR1 - Mukuro Ikusaba (Chapter 5 reappearance)

NDRV3 - Kokichi Ouma

Makes Plot & Trial-Relevant Technology

DR1 - Chihiro Fujisaki

SDR2 - Kazuichi Souda

NDRV3 - Miu Iruma

Most Notable Character Development

SDR2 - Hajime Hinata

SDR2 - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

NDRV3 - Shuichi Saihara

NDRV3 - Himeko Yumeno

NDRV3 - Maki Harukawa

Body Characteristics

Super Muscular

DR1 - Sakura Oogami

SDR2 - Nekomaru Nidai

NDRV3 - Gonta Gokuhara

Tan/Darker Skinned

DR1 - Aoi Asahina

DR1 - Yasuhiro Hagakure

SDR2 - Akane Owari

NDRV3 - Angie Yonaga

Fat/Chubby

DR1 - Hifumi Yamada

SDR2 - Byakuya Togami (Imposter)

SDR2 - Teruteru Hanamura

Tiny

SDR2 - Teruteru Hanamura

NDRV3 - Ryoma Hoshi

Small Girls

SDR2 - Hiyoko Saionji

NDRV3 - Himiko Yumeno

Small Boys

DR1 - Chihiro Fujisaki

SDR2 - Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

NDRV3 - Kokichi Ouma

Breasted Boobily (reference to meme please don’t kill me lol)

DR1 - Aoi Asahina

SDR2 - Akane Owari

NDRV3 - Miu Iruma

Robots/Non-humans

DR1 - Alter Ego

SDR2 - Mechamaru Nidai

NDRV3 - K1-B0

Ahoge Havers

DR1 - Makoto Naegi

DR1 - Hifumi Yamada

SDR2 - Hajime Hinata

NDRV3 - Kaede Akamatsu

NDRV3 - Shuichi Saihara

NDRV3 - K1-B0

NDRV3 - Miu Iruma

Hat-wearers

SDR2 - Kazuichi Souda

NDRV3 - Shuichi Saihara

NDRV3 - Ryoma Hoshi

NDRV3 - Korekiyo Shinguji

NDRV3 - Himiko Yumeno

Different, Cartoonish Eyes/Features

DR1 - Hifumi Yamada

SDR2 - Teruteru Hanamura

NDRV3 - Ryoma Hoshi

Other patterns: 

At least one red-haired, one black-haired, one white-haired, and one blond character per game

Honoka twirled in the new costume before you, anxious to hear your appraisal. It was a simple outfit: a black leotard in low-cut, dark wash, ripped jean shorts, paired with some silver bangles and earrings. Over the leotard, she had on a white, gauzy, off the shoulder crop top with frilled edges with flowy, open sleeves. She hadn’t bothered to change her hairstyle, but somehow you felt it suited her more that way–or maybe you were just more accustomed to it.

“You look adorable,” you beamed at her. “Is that outfit for your next live?” 

Honoka brightened up and nodded eagerly, her side-ponytail energetically bobbing with her head. 

“Yeah! But just the prototype,” she amended. “Kotori wanted me to try it on and see what I thought about it, and I figured it couldn’t hurt to get a second opinion on it. I mean, it’s not supposed to be public information, but since it’s you, I don’t think she’d mind at all.” 

She stopped rambling for a moment and carefully stared into your eyes with those big blue eyes of hers. “You really mean it, though? You like it?” 

You laughed and swooped in for a hug, pressing your cheek against hers affectionately. 

“Like it? I love it! Tell Kotori it’s amazing and that you should definitely keep the prototype,” you reassured her. “Though I don’t know what your next song will be like, so I don’t know how well it matches the concept of your song.” 

Honoka wrapped her arms around you and lightly hugged you back before pushing you off of her. 

“Hehe, I knew Kotori’s designs couldn’t go amiss! But I think if you hug me any longer, it might get wrinkly, and you know how Umi gets when…” she grimaced. 

“Yeah, I know, I know,” you conceded. “Sorry, my bad–you want some ice cream? I’ll go get it while you change out of the costume.” 

Honoka takes hardly a second to consider it before flashing a happy smile at you. 

“Would you? You’re the best,” she said with a toothy smile. “I’ll get changed now, so hurry back!” 

“Of course,” you grinned. “What are friends for, after all?” 

You step out of the room and dash out the door to stop by the nearest convenience store. Luckily, 7-11 was hardly a block away. 

You gently knocked on the door to the room. “Honoka?” you called out. “I’m back with strawberry ice-” 

The door slammed open abruptly, taking you aback as Honoka pulled you inside and closed the door behind you just as quickly. 

“Come in, I’m already done changing! You came back pretty fast, but I was faster,” she giggled. 

“Since when was this a race?” you playfully crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. “Anyway, here you are–strawberry ice cream with cornflakes!” 

She snatched it out of your hands and unwrapped it in record speed before giving it a great lick with just as great relish. 

“Mm!” she exclaimed as she plopped down on the floor.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you joined her in sitting down.

“You know, with the way you’re acting, I’d think you only have this once every ten years or something.” 

She stuck her tongue out at you. 

“So what? It’s just that delicious!” 

You shook your head as you started opening your own frozen treat as well, albeit slower than Honoka. 

“No, no, it’s not a bad thing,” you chuckled. “I think it’s a good thing that you still enjoy it so much and appreciate how delicious it is, even after eating it so many times.” 

“You think so?” A hopeful note colored Honoka’s voice. 

“Duh,” you smiled. “You know, I think I become more honest when I’m with you. Even though you’re probably pretty easy to fool,” you emphasized your words with a poke to her nose, causing her to reflexively flinch and blink, “maybe it’s ‘cause you’re so honest that I end up being this way too.”

Honoka swallowed her bite of ice cream. A light, peachy blush began to spread across her cheeks. 

“Well, I-” she stuttered. “Gee, thanks?” 

“You’re welcome,” you smirked. “Hey, your ice cream’s melting.” You pointed at the edge of her ice cream cone, where the pink ice cream was starting to look more and more watery and wobbly. 

“Oh! Thanks,” she quickly said before her mouth was, once again, full of ice cream. She glanced over at you. “You know, have you ever thought about becoming a school idol, too?” 

You shrugged. 

“No, not really. I think I’m happier to watch you guys and be your fan. You know I can’t sing and dance at the same time like you guys. My stamina’s terrible.” 

Honoka tilted her head and pursed her lips. 

“But my stamina wasn’t that good when we started Muse, either! You know how hard Eli and Umi worked us?” She shuddered. “Hanayo and I were collapsing every day after all that training,” she said with a dark look on her face. 

“Well, you guys were motivated to continue despite how hard it was, right? I don’t think I’m that motivated,” you sighed. “I’m just a part of the going-home club now, you know. Not like you guys, training so hard that you become famous nationwide and save our school from being shut down-” 

Honoka hit you with a toast-shaped plushie, effectively shutting you up. 

“It was hard to get this far, you know,” she pouted. “Even I sometimes wanted to give up. But, well, maybe being a school idol just isn’t what you’re passionate about,” she admitted. “I’m sure you’ll find something amazing that you’re passionate about eventually,” she grinned at you. “Plus, you could join our school idol club as like…um…” 

She thought for a moment. “As a manager or staff member, I guess! Instead of a performer. You know we do all the work preparing our costumes, songs, dances, coordinating venues and stuff ourselves, right? But it can be pretty tiring because we also have to train and practice every day.” 

You opened your mouth and then shut it, pressing your lips together tightly. Join Honoka and the others, when you scarcely knew anything about the world of school idols, barring what they shared with you as friends? It was unrealistic, and you didn’t even have that much time left at Otonokizaka High before graduating, not to mention that you should be preparing for the nationwide exam to get into college. 

“What do you think?” Honoka awaited your answer, her eyes gleaming brightly like dazzling sapphires beneath the spotlight–you knew that look. It was the look she had when she recruited each member of Muse and when she convinced Kotori and Umi to join her in the first place. It was the look she had when she had already decided to never give up. 

You thought about it some more. Yes, it was unrealistic, but then again, when had Honoka ever cared about what was realistic when she started Muse to save beloved Otonokizaka from its seemingly-assured death? 

“Alright, count me in.” 

Honoka hugged you tightly before you could even react. 

“Yay!!” she cheered. “You won’t regret it, I swear!” 

“You know, I keep changing because of you,” you sighed. You contentedly smiled, more to yourself than to the Honoka currently wrapped around you. “But, I think it might be a good thing.” 

Extra

“Why did you call me here?” You arched an eyebrow with due suspicion right at Honoka. “Why are we at the school courtyard over the weekend?”

“Now that you’ve decided to join us, it’s time to find out what you’re good at so we can figure out what you can do,” she grinned. “Come on, let’s go! We can’t do this during normal school days because the rest of Muse is too busy practicing, so you can just take a crash course on all the things that we do.” She grabbed your hand and started excitedly dragging you into the school. “Kotori will tell you about designing costumes, Umi will talk to you about writing lyrics, Maki will show you how she composes songs, and-” 

“Wake up! Wake up!” 

You feel an overbearing pressure on your midriff as you try to get your bearings, still half-asleep and wanting to go back to sleep, wrapped in fluffy blankets. Your eyes slowly peel open a crack, and a familiar silhouette comes into view. 

“...Kokichi?” You mumble and shut your eyes again. “What are you doing?” 

You can almost see his grin as he laughs and shakes you ruthlessly. You’re not sure when you last became close enough with Kokichi to be shaken as he sits on you or when Kokichi even managed to get into your room, but you’re not too concerned. It’s Kokichi, after all. Now, if only you could get back to sleep… 

“No, no going back to sleep!” Small, not to mention cold, hands pat your cheeks repeatedly. “It’s time to wake up! Come on, lazybones. It’s already 10 am. We have places to go, things to do, people to see!” 

You grumble discontentedly and unsuccessfully attempt to roll over on your bed. Kokichi is too heavy for you to do so, even if he’s a tiny boy. All you end up achieving is turning your face to the side. 

“Leave me alone. I didn’t make any plans with you. I need my sleep. I was up late doing work…” 

Then, you hear him sniff quietly. Uh-oh. Disaster number one was about to head your way. In a flash, you shoot upright and slap a hand over his open mouth just as he’s preparing to let loose a piercing wail that you were sure your neighbors would hear. You glare at him as his purple eyes stare back, seemingly smug despite how firmly your hand was clapped over his mouth. That mouth could do horrible, horrible things, and it wasn’t restricted to only telling lies and emitting sonic cries. You weren’t keen on finding out what else it could do. 

“Enough! I’m awake. What do you want, Kokichi?” 

You let your hand fall from his mouth and instead cover your own as you yawn sleepily. Kokichi huffs as he sits with his legs resting over yours. The bedding does nothing to lessen the impact of him weighing on you, and you reach over, gracelessly pushing him off of you. 

“Using brute force this early in the morning?” he pouts, but he looks positively delighted as his purple eyes sparkle brightly. “Anyway, now that you’re awake, don’t tell me you forgot all about the promise we made to go Christmas shopping together for gifts!” 

You frown, yawning yet again. 

“I didn’t make any promise to go Christmas shopping with you.” 

Kokichi’s eyes grow big and wet, and he purses his lips indignantly. 

“You forgot! We promised, we really did. You said you’d help me look for Christmas gifts this season because I can never find good gifts. I’m usually too busy carrying out my Ultimate Supreme Leader duties, after all,” he asserts. 

You shake your head adamantly. 

“I didn’t promise you anything.” 

He knocks himself on the head with a fist, making a silly expression with a wink and sticking out his tongue. 

“Whoopsie! I mean, maybe that was a little white lie but…” He suddenly has his arm hooked around yours. “Now we have a promise! Go Christmas shopping with me today, alright?” He points at your calendar, which is chaotically hanging askew on a tiny hook on the right wall of your room. “You don’t have anything today! You’re free all day,” he sings triumphantly. 

You have the urge to promptly kick him out, but instead you pinch the bridge of your nose to mitigate your incoming headache. 

“It’s like that because I planned today to rest,” you emphasize the last word, hoping to get through to him. “I need this day to be free, or I won't survive the rest of the week.” 

But he doesn’t give in. 

“Going Christmas shopping with me is like being free,” he claims proudly without a shred of guilt, a barefaced lie. “You’ll have so much fun you’ll forget all about all your worries and stress. Come on,” he begs with shining eyes.

How did his eyes sparkle like that? Did god sprinkle glitter in Kokichi’s eyes when he made Kokichi? You brush away your thoughts and try to get back to the topic at hand.

“Yeah… No.” You send him a disapproving look. “I know you’ll drag me to every store and tire me out before lunch, and then make me carry all your bags for you as you run around the place without a care in the world.” 

“Aww, how did you know?” he sulks. “Still, it has to be you. Gonta’s good for carrying things, but not much else. And Shuichi has zero stamina, so he’ll be tired after we go to maybe two stores. Plus, there’s no way I could convince anyone else to come with me. Maybe Kaede, but I’ll probably get a life lesson and lecture if I have her come with me.”

You stare at him, trying to figure out what his motive was, anyway. 

“Are you seriously just asking me to go Christmas shopping with you? Nothing else? What do you want from me, anyway? I’m not as strong as Gonta, and I doubt I can give as much advice on gifts as Shuichi or Kaede.” 

He just grins and puts a finger to his lips playfully. 

“Hm, I wonder? What do I want from you?” He jumps off your bed sprightly and skips to the door. “Anyway, be out of your room in ten. We’re going to the mall!” 

Before you can object another time, he goes out and shuts the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts and an unfortunate time restriction that gives you little time to tidy yourself up. Sighing, you clamber out of your bed, resigned, and start sifting through your clean clothes. It was going to be a long day with Kokichi at your side.

It’s bright, it’s cold

He’s gone. 

Muffled silence, muffled shock

this blanket does not suit him.

brown plaid is not my favorite.

if I touch him, he’s warm

my hand is pulled away

he’s really not there.

even if I yell his name he won’t wake up

even if I yell his name he won’t hear me

even if I yell his name

he won’t reply. 

people flocking like birds

around his bed

around him

what a sight. 

prayers, chants, I can only try to join the chorus of voices

I’m bawling

mom swiftly sweeps me out of the room.

I don’t like 

taking down Christmas ornaments from our tree.

I don’t want to stop celebrating 

Christmas

I don’t want to stop celebrating

him. 

we are surrounded by grievers

we are surrounded by sympathizers

we are surrounded by others

yet

we are alone.

The entire 5th grade of Greenwood

now knows what happened yesterday morning

A girl approaches me on the playground

I know how you feel; I have a 

cousin in

South America.

I smile 

complacently and nod with an 

Oh, I see

he’ll probably come back

but my dad will 

stay where he went.

you are

not alone.

i am

It’s sectioned out by fandom and character(s). The bulk of it is all Danganronpa-related works, so it starts off with Danganronpa and then proceeds to the other content afterward. Seeing as I started out as a Danganronpa imagines blog, I think it’s fitting enough. 

It goes by Danganronpa 1, SDR2, NDRV3, and imagines first. Individual character works are listed before the rest are shoved into a Multiple/Others category. I tried to put works with the same character(s) together in the scrambled category so it’d be easier to clump and navigate. 

Unfortunately, within each bolded character/other section, it’s not organized at all, so you’ll just have to skim through. I had to come up with titles for some of these on the fly, which took a bit of time on its own (I mean, what do you name the works that are headcanons or XXXX! Reader?). 

That’s about it, I think. If you have any questions, feel free to ask away! My inbox is always open, even if you want to just chat, too. Though I’m notorious for late responses, I try to respond to the best of my ability. 

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