An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Naegi-chi’s a great guy. I hate to admit it, but I’m jealous of him,” Yasuhiro carried on. “He’s good-looking, with a cute girlfriend and lots of friends… but what I think I’m jealous most of is how he’s just that bit more optimistic than the average person. Even if everything’s crap, he keeps on going. Even when someone’s a jerk to him, he gives them another chance. I could hate him for all that, but I don’t. And I don’t think you hate him either.”
“I’m not jealous of Naegi,” Byakuya said, as that was what Yasuhiro seemed to be getting at. “You don’t know me. Nobody knows me.”
“Nobody knows you, huh…? Ain’t that kinda lonely?”
Chapters: 11/?
Fandom: Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, Dangan Ronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls, Dangan Ronpa 3: The End of 希望ヶ峰学園 | The End of Kibougamine Gakuen | End of Hope’s Peak High School, Dangan Ronpa Series
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Fukawa Toko/Togami Byakuya, Kirigiri Kyoko/Naegi Makoto, Fukawa Toko & Naegi Komaru, Shingetsu Nagisa & Togami Byakuya
Summary: When a project is set up to help rehabilitate the former Warriors of Hope, Togami finds himself the guardian of Nagisa Shingetsu. He also finds himself troubled with confusing feelings toward Fukawa…
Comments: Chapter 11! This was a tricky one to write.
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Enough light bled into the garden for Byakuya to see that his beer bottle was almost empty. He raised it and shook it from side-to-side. Loud bass pumped out from the building adjoining the garden, drowning the sound of anything that would have been sloshing about. As he squinted at the bottle’s silhouette, he thought to himself how the neck resembled a torso, and the bottle’s body a long, straight skirt. His fingers absent-mindedly stroked the bottle’s neck. How fragile it was. Yet, if he was to smash it, the shards would bite into him like fox’s teeth, creating a bloody mess.
A door opened. Music blasted louder. Footsteps. Byakuya continued sitting on a deckchair and peering up at the beer bottle.
“Togami-kun, you must come inside. It is not healthy for you to be out in the cold. Your blood may clot, and your body will become more susceptible to viruses!” barked a noisy, grating voice.
Was it cold? Byakuya was wearing a jacket, so maybe it was cold outside.
“Can you hear me, Togami-kun?”
There were no stars in the sky. Just a black abyss.
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