Ndrv3 Oneshots(NO SMUT)

Platonic Ounaga

A/n-Hello! I'm going to be putting something that happened to me in real life, into a NDRV3 short! I hope you enjoy, and let's begin!

1. An 18+ topic, and it starts with an s for sexual...

2. If you are under 18, please don't read this-

3. I'm indecisive, and I can't pick a favorite character out of every single character in the Danganronpa fandom(Minus Haji Towa). I don't favorite characters, so sorry if I put 1 character in my oneshots a little too much..

4. The story told is based off of my emotions, true events, and my child self, reflecting onto a NDRV3 character.

5.  Enjoy!

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"So, Angie."

"Yes, Kokichi?"

"Have I ever told you a story about my life? In the past 2 years we've known each other?"

"I don' think so, Kokichi!"

"Well, today is the day that record comes to an end."

Kokichi Ouma and Angie Yonaga were in Kokichis' Ultimate Lab. They were in their sophomore year of highschool. Angie was 16, while Kokichi was still 15. It was May 17.

"Okay, so I never told you about this, since I don't tell you about pretty much anything, right?"

Angie nodded silently.

"Okay, well, here it goes."

Kokichi took a deep breath, and began.

"So, when I was about 4-5 years old, I was already sleeping in my own bedroom, since my younger cousin was just born, but both parents died in a car accident(twisted, my younger sibling was just born at the time). They had to keep all eyes on her, and I volunteered to get my own room, so that I wouldn't bother them. They agreed with me, and got me my own room in the attic. The attic was huge, by the way, so they weren't screwing with my claustrophobia, or anything. They were good parents. Now, you could hear everything from the upstairs tenants, as well as hear what is below you. For me, I was a gullible kid, who came to simple, and idiotic conclusions when thinking. So, I was in my bed, trying to sleep, since..I can't very well, and it takes 2 hours for me to hit the hay."

Angie tapped Kokichis' shoulder before he could continue.

"You have a younger cousin?" She asked.

"Yeah, her name is Dylan Ouma. Don't question her male sounding name, her parents gave it to her, and it sounds cool. She got her last name from my mothers' brother." Kokichi answered without any hesitation.

Angie nodded.

"You may continue."

"Alright, so just as I get into the bed, I hear screaming, and repeating slapping noises. I sounded like it came from the kitchen. So, obviously,  I stepped out of the attic, walked down the steps, and into the kitchen. I saw nobody there, so I went back up to the attic. As soon as I got into the bed, I heard the noises again. I walked back to the kitchen, turning on the lights. Seeing that again, nobody was there, I walked back to to the attic. Now, as you may or may not know, I was a slow kid. I was also pretty short, and the lights were about 2 times my height. Luckily, there were chairs for me to stand on, so I could turn them on and off at my desire. Going on and off the chairs took a bit of time, considering that I was slow, and extremely careful, as I didn't want to get hurt, and make my parents have to deal with 2 incapable children. I fell asleep in the attic, and I'll admit, I slept in the attic, in my old bed, about a week ago while I was visiting my parents for a night. It was kept clean, and it was comfortable as heck."

Angie nodded.

"So, was the whole point to tell me about a small, childhood story?" Angie asked, secretly disappointed that she couldn't get any more out of Kokichi.

"Actually, I have more!" Kokichi exclaimed.

Angies' head shot up, and she clapped excitedly.

"Tell me, tell me!" She eagerly chanted.

"Okay, so I didn't mention this, but at the time, I thought the yelling or screaming was coming from my parents, who were fighting. The thing is, my parents were in a very healthy 4 year marriage, and they only ever fought for dumb things, like who my favorite parent was. I was dumb, and came to conclusions easily, like I mentioned earlier. Now, as a 15 year old, I've started thinking."

Angie cocked her head to the side, as Kokichi paused his words, not for oxygen, but for a dramatic pause.

"What if..the slapping noises and yelling I heard..was from the tenants upstairs..?"

Angie was confused, at this point.

"So, you're saying, that 2 people who had a physical fight, lived together on the same floor?"

Kokichi laughed, and Angie still hadn't gotten the hint.

"I meant to hint at the fact that they were probably doing the deed, Angie!"

Angie stared at Kokichi with a blank face. Then, her face turned red at the thought of 4-5 year old Kokichi Ouma listening to 2 people doing to deed from the room in an attic.

"By the way, they were college students, so they weren't underaged or anything."

"Wait, Kokichi. I have a question."Angie said.

"Yeah, Angie?"

"Can you tell me more stories like this in the future? Stories about your childhood, I mean."

Kokichi smiled gently.

"Yeah..maybe another time, Angie. Bye bye, now!"

Kokichi left Angie in his ultimate lab. Soon enough, Angie left as well. It was a calm, peaceful, rest of the evening.

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