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THE AO3 AUTHOR CURSE IS REAL WHAT THE FUCK

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Introducing Class 77-B plus one! Hinata being that one...who suffers a lot because Matsuda’s there. The true mystery of this fic is how Matsuda manages to not get killed before Monokuma shows up.
By the way, Matsuda’s birthday is the same as my dad’s. That’s coincidental, I swear.

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we’re trying.............to go back to school
...I’m having trouble thinking of a caption for this.
[I.D. 1: Snippet from The Lost Continent that reads:
"Thank you for your delightful invitation," [Cricket] said in a pretend lordly voice, adjusting her glasses. "I adore what you've done with the place. I'll be expecting tea and sliced avocados, of course."
Blue put his chin on his talons and chuckled. "Don't make me think about food."
"I can't STOP thinking about food," she said. "I'm STARVING. Those fish I caught for breakfast were so small! And super weird; did you see that they didn't have eyes? Oh, right, I showed you. Fish with no eyes! Do you think that's because there's no light there? I guess I wouldn't rather eat something with eyes. But you should have tried them anyway; I could have caught more."
"That's all right," Blue said with a smile. "I can wait for something in the vegetable family."
End I.D. 1]
[I.D. 2: Snippet from The Lost Continent that reads:
"...potatoes like a useful dragon." She paused at one of the terrariums and tapped it lightly with her claw. "This is mine."
Blue was pretty sure he could have guessed that on his own. Unlike the other, orderly terrariums, this box was a riot of leaves and color, as though a host of sunflowers had thrown a gala and some maurauding butterflies had crashed it. Velvety orange petals jostled for space with elegant trailing spider plants; sapphire-blue bulbs peeked out from behind heart-shaped leaves with pink edges.
"It's like your brain as a dragon," Blue said wonderingly.
End I.D. 2]
[I.D. 3: Snippet from The Lost Continent that reads:
"...harmless. The most harmless. Thoroughly utterly completely incapable of harm doing."
"Oh," she said. She thought for a second. "That is reassuring. Thoroughly utterly completely reassuring, except for how it's exactly what a dangerous criminal would say."
"Is it really?" [Blue] asked, wide-eyed.
Cricket laughed. "I don't know. I guess I'll have to ask all my dangerous criminal friends."
End I.D. 3]