#....maybe?

From what I've seen, two schools of thought are most dominant around Chihiro: There are those fans who take the canonical story at face value, and those fans who strongly believe Chihiro is transfemme-coded. (And of course I firmly believe that everyone is right to their personal interpretation of this character who clearly means so much to so many people!)

But at the risk of entering some of the most dangerous discourse in the fandom, I'd like to gently put this out there:

....I believe Chihiro's story in Danganronpa S: Ultimate Summer camp presents a strong case for a transmasc interpretation of the character.

It's there in the talk of "coming out" and finally getting closer to their "ideal self." It's in the their thoughts of wanting to "finally be *me*." It's there in how they feel like being seen as a girl is "deceiving" others - but they are simultaneously afraid of how people might react to their personal truth.

If not here's one

(Reader is kinda an oc - like has a name and set appearance cause I dont like the y/n and e/c stuff. This fic is in third person pov unlike my tadc fic. I havent posted this fic yet cause i wanted to get some chapters done and i wanted it beta read this time....)

PROLOUGE

It was a bright summer morning in the park, kids playing on the swings, parents chatting by the benches and a few dogs being walked and pet. A truly peaceful day for a certain moody young individual who needed a break from her dark and depressing apartment and her soul crushing dead end job.

The black-haired grungy woman sat on an empty bench sporting a simple dark blue T-shirt and jeans. She took a deep breath and melted on the bench, a warm sleepy feeling overpowering her senses. She sank further into the bench and closed her eyes and then, opened them to see only darkness.

No benches, no people, no park nothing. There was nothing but pitch-black emptiness, even the bench she had been sitting on had disappeared. Vanished without a trace, as she got up from the pitch-black floor with surprise.

Maybe she had fallen asleep. Yes! That had to be it. It was just a dream that she would wake up from in three, two, one….

“Hello, Myrrh.”

A deep rich baritone voice, as smooth as butter, greeted her name. She had stared at the void and eventually it had greeted her.

She started sweating. It felt real. The voice, the place, it all felt so real.

“It’s a lovely day. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. On days like these, people like you should be burning in hell.”