Danganronpa oneshots!

Kuzupeko

I HAVE WAY TO MANY UNFINISHED DRAFTS GRRR.
TW: r@pe, sa, panic attacks

3rd Person

The 77th class crowded around the classroom in small groups, waiting for Ms.Yukizome to arrive. Peko took her sword from her back, inspecting it. Next to her sat Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi, and Gundham. The three boys were in conversation about whatever, Peko half listening. She was so immersed in the glimmer of the sunlight against the blade of her sword that she didn't notice the small, plump body creeping behind her. Suddenly Peko felt small hands around her breasts. Jumping, Peko recoiled closer to Fuyuhiko. Her eyes were wide and she was shaking. She pushed TeruTeru away. He didn't budge.
"Stop. Stop now." She said. Her voice was shaking.
"Don't lie! You like that, don't you, Pekoyama darling?!" He responded. She pushed him away again, he still didn't move.
"Let g-go. Now." She ordered. TeruTeru did nothing.
"LET GO OF ME NOW, HANAMURA! STOP! PLeaSE..." She yelled, her voice cracking. She got up and pushed him back, running out of the room. Fuyuhiko stood up.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" He shouted at TeruTeru.
"Just bein' friendly! She's just sensitive!" He responded. Fuyuhiko stomped over to him, slapping him in the face.
"EVERYDAY AFTER CLASS MY FATHER-" He began, cutting himself off. Peko probably didn't want them to know what his father did to her.

Peko Pekoyama

I ran down the hallway a little, before pushing my back again the wall and coving my mouth. Sobs threatened to fill the hall as my vision swayed in and out, fading from memories to the view of the empty hallway. I was 15 when it started.

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15
Mr.Kuzuryuu pinned me to a wall in a random room of the mansion. I had just dropped something at dinner. Mr.Kuzuryuu reached for my shirt, beginning to unbutton it. His breath reeked of whiskey. I tried to push his hand away, he slapped me in the face, knocking me out. When I woke up, my whole body was sore, my skirt was ripped. This happened constantly over the next two years.

17
Mr.Kuzuryuu grabbed my neck, pinning me to a wall in the entrance hall. He reached towards my shirt, unbuttoning it.
"Stop! Please stop!" I cried. He slapped me. I saw terrified yellow eyes peering around the corner. The siblings. I stopped protesting, as to not worry them further.
"Go away kids. You don't want to see what's about to happen to your precious tool." He sneered.
"Get away from her!" Fuyuhiko shouted. I shook my head. Mr.Kuzuryuu ripped my shirt from my shoulders, unzipping my skirt. I pushed his hand away. He punched me in the nose.
"I'm sorry! Just let me go please!" I cried again. His hand tightened around my neck.
"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP AND TAKE IT LIKE YOUR SUPPOSED TO!" He screamed at me. I whimpered, tears springing to my eyes as he ripped my bra off. The same yellow eyes appeared in the hallway, wide with terror. I felt disgusting. This must be my fault it had to be. Mr.Kuzuryuu moved his hips against mine. I begged him to stop. He wouldn't. After a while and a lot of pain and suffering, he dropped me, walking away. I collapsed in a sobbing heap on the floor. Fuyuhiko and Natsumi ran to me, wrapping a soft, plush blanket around my body and trying to calm me down. I clutched the fabric around me, digging my hands into my hair and pulling on it. This continued everyday, my 17th birthday to the present.

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"STOP! STOP STOP STOP!" I screamed into my hands. I forgot that I was at Hopes Peak and not the Kuzuryuu residence.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

"STOP! STOP STOP STOP!" We heard Peko scream. It was very very muffled, but it was a horrifyingly familiar sound. I shuddered slightly at the images that I associate with that word.
"Listen to what you did to her you god damn perv. You will pay for this." I growled at TeruTeru, slapping him in the face again. I ran out of the room and towards where Peko's voice was coming from. She was clamping her hands over her mouth and crying, curled into a corner at the end to the hallway. I sat down next to her, rubbing her back.
"GO AWAY I DON'T WANT TO TALK RIGHT NOW!" She screamed.
"Shh, Peko. Calm down it's just me." I said.
"Oh... Sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you." She mumbled.
"It's alright." I responded. She lifted her head up. Her eyes were very puffy and red, her face tear stained. She just stared at me for a second, her lip quivering. Suddenly, she dove towards me, wrapping her arms around me and burying her head in the crook of my neck. She continued to sob while I stroked her back.
"It's alright, Peko. Your safe. It's all gonna be alright." I whispered. Slowly, I pulled out my phone, texting Natsumi to come to the main course building. After a few minutes, the door crashed open. I knew that it was Natsumi without having to check.
"Peko!" She shouted from the end of the hallway. Running to her other side, Natsumi wrapped her arms around Peko, rubbing her cheek with her hand. Peko's breath slowed, her tears stopped. She pulled away, slumping against the wall. I reached forward, wiping her tears.
"Natsumi Kuzuryuu, please return to your classroom." Rang through the hall. My sister gave Peko one last hug before running back to the Reserve Course. I pulled Peko back to me.
"Do you want to go back to the classroom?" I asked. Peko nodded, shakily standing up. I walked with her back to class. When we entered, her eyes locked on TeruTeru. Peko whimpered softly, taking a step back.
"Your fine. Just sit down at your desk." I whispered. Peko shook her head, walking back to her desk and sitting down. Every time one of the guys looked at her, Peko would get really scared, much to the confusion of the class. After a few times, Ms.Yukizome noticed.
"Pekoyama, is something wrong?" She asked. Peko jumped.
"N-no. I'm fine. Just continue w-with your lesson." She stuttered, increasing everyone's confusion. Gundham made a very very small gesture in her direction, causing Peko to tense and squeeze her eyes shut, moving away.
"Ms.Yukizome, may I be excused?" I asked.
"Uh yeah sure." She responded. I stood up, grabbing Peko's hand and pulling her out of the classroom, before anyone could protest. I ran to the large sakura tree on campus, sitting down on the bench under it and pulling Peko next to me. She sat down, her breath steadying. Peko rested her forehead on my shoulder.
"I hate it. I hate it so much. It's so scary. Your dad is so scary all the time. Because he could do whatever he wants to me whenever he wants and I can't do anything." She cried.
"I know, Peko. I know it scary. It's ok, your safe here." I answered. Suddenly, she held me tighter.
"I keep getting the images randomly in my head. I want it to stop! How do I make it stop. It hurts. It really hurts." She cried. I gave her a small peck on the cheek.
"It's alright. It will be over soon. I promise. The second you turn 18, we are running away. My dad is never gonna rape you again. I'll kill him with my bare hands if he does." I told her.
"Promise?" She whispered. I nodded my head.
"I promise."
Little did we know about the 14 students and 1 teacher standing behind the building near us.

Time skip

3rd Person

Fuyuhiko pulled Peko out of the door of their small apartment. They had run away 6 years ago. Over that time, they had gotten many pleas from his father to come back, all of them denied.

Many of the students of class 77-B remained at Hopes Peak as instructors. Once lunch rolled around, Peko leaned against her husband's shoulder, curling her legs to her chest. The rest of the staff was about 30 feet away, chattering on about a student with a particularly cool talent or something.
"Hey, Peko?" Fuyuhiko said.
"Mhm?" She hummed.
"I never broke my promise, you know. The promise that we would run away when you turn 18." He said with a small smirk. Peko smiled.
"Yeah. You kept it this whole time. This whole entire time. I love you." She answered. Suddenly, Sonia froze, eyes locked on something in the distance.
"Peko. Fuyuhiko. Get over here now." She ordered. The staff silenced. The couple looked to Sonia. Her eyes were still locked on whatever she saw.
"You two are not safe in the slightest right now. Especially Peko. Stay with the group of us now." She ordered.
"What?" Fuyuhiko questioned. Sonia pointed at what she saw. Glowing yellow eyes peeked around the corner.
"No. No way..." Fuyuhiko mumbled. Peko started shaking, holding tightly onto the jacket of his suit as he pulled her closer. Mr.Kuzuryuu, who was now aware that they knew he was there, emerged from the shadows. He strutted towards the group. Peko stood up, stepping in front of her friends.
"Why hello there, Miss Tool." Mr.Kuzuryuu sneered.
"Don't. Call. My. Wife. A. Tool." Fuyuhiko told his father. He stepped closer, looking at Akane and licking his lips. In one fluid motion, Peko reached to her skirt, pulling out a perfectly concealed gun and holding it to Mr.Kuzuryuu.
"Look at her like that again, I. dare. you." She threatened.
"In true Kuzuryuu fashion. Always has a gun on hand." Fuyuhiko chuckled.
"That tool is not a Kuzuryuu." His father spat.
"She has been for 3 years, so test me, you stupid bitch." Fuyuhiko responded, pulling a gun out from the inner pocket of his jacket. The ring on Peko's finger gleamed in the sunlight for a split-second. Fuyuhiko pointed his weapon at his defenseless father.
"I see that this is our first time meeting without one of us acting. Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Peko Kuzuryuu, and you are?" Peko said.
"It doesn't matter who you marry, what you do, or how long your stupid tool ass has been married to my son, you will never be a Kuzuryuu." He said.
"I'm afraid that, as I've been married to your son for 3 years and my name was legally changed from Pekoyama to Kuzuryuu, I am recognized by literally everyone else as a Kuzuryuu." Peko sneered at her father-in-law. Mr.Kuzuryuu reached towards Peko.
"I promised her that you will never touch her again, and I'm afraid Kuzuryuu's don't break promises." Fuyuhiko said, holding his gun to his fathers head. "Now scat."
Mr.Kuzuryuu took off running. Peko sat down, letting out a breath of relief that he was gone. She placed her gun back in the holder strapped to her thigh.
A gunshot was heard and Mr.Kuzuryuu fell, lifeless. Natsumi approached the group after a while.
"Now that he's over with." She mumbled, placing the gun back into the strap on her hip.
"In true Kuzuryuu fashion." Peko said.