*DISCONTINUED*Danganronpa Oneshot(s)

KomaHina: Part One

3rd Person POV (Hinata's morning):

It was a normal Friday morning, and Hajime Hinata woke up to his alarm blaring through his bedroom. He got out of bed and began getting ready for school.

Like most mornings, he made himself breakfast. He lived alone, so he was used to doing all these things by himself.

After he ate, he freshened up and put on his uniform. He grabbed his bag and then began walking to school.

He thought about various things on his way there, letting his mind wander from one thing to the next. He lived a pretty boring school-boy life, but he tries his best at school so he could achieve his dream of becoming a videogame designer.

There wasn't much that Hajime Hinata was good at, but he very much enjoyed video games. His closest friend, Chiaki Nanami, often sat outside and played games with him. She was extraordinarily good at playing video games. A completionist at that. There wasn't a videogame that Hinata could think of that she hadn't played.

Besides Nanami, Hinata didn't have very many friends. He knew a few people, like Kazuichi Souda, and Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, but they weren't exactly what you'd call close.

Lost in his train of thought, he bumped into someone, knocking them over in the process.

"Oh my goodness!" He shouted in surprise.

"Sorry! I didn't see you there!" He exclaimed.

He looked to see a boy with peculiar white and fluffy hair. He had green eyes that almost looked grey, and skin that was very pale. He also wore the same uniform as Hinata.

Hinata extended his hand to help the boy up.

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3rd Person POV (Komaeda's morning):

Nagito Komaeda woke up that morning lazily getting ready for school. To him, it didn't matter if he looked like trash, someone as worthless as him shouldn't deserve a proper appearance.

On his way to school, he continued to think these self-deprecating thoughts, smiling madly to himself. He was suddenly interrupted.

The frail boy let out a small yelp in surprise as he fell to the ground.

In front of him stood a tall boy with brown hair and green eyes that he only looked into momentarily, then quickly avoided eye contact.

Someone like him didn't deserve to be acknowledged by someone else.

Instead of accepting Hinata's offer to help the other up, Komaeda helped himself up.

"Don't apologize to someone like me, I'm sorry for troubling you," he mumbled, then walked away before Hinata could respond.

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Confused, Hinata watched as the boy walked away.

"That was strange. I wonder what class he's in..." Hinata wondered to himself.

Before he could ponder the situation any longer, the bell rang, indicating that classes would soon be starting.

In class, he couldn't help but think about what the mysterious boy had said to him, wondering if he'd run into him again soon.

"Hinata, what's the answer?" The maths teacher asked, as the class began to stare at him.

He shot his head up from his desk. He had forgotten where he was and switched back to focusing on class.

"43," he answered, lucky that he'd been listening enough to actually solve the problem.

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