Danganronpa + Flying Spaghetti Monster + Plane-Walking (Fanfic) (KomaHina?!)

Hajime Wakes Up

You wake up to bright blue spots of light shining through your orange colander. The tiny holes that were meant to drain noodle water drain something just as blue.

The events of last night are a blur. It was your first night out at sea with your classmates and it included a party on deck to celebrate... beyond that you can't remember a thing. What you feel, however, is a churn in your stomach and a calm ease in your head. Your body walks a thin rope between nauseous and mental release. Whatever knotted-up anxiety your mind held must have been thrashed overnight.

It is all thanks to The Flying Spaghetti Monster and his Noodley Appendage, touching you while you slept.

The dotted light shades for a moment.

"Hey Hajime." A sweet, soft, effeminate voice drifts. 

You lift the colander and lock eyes with Nagito Komaeda, Ultimate Lucky Student. His face wears a relaxed smile, his body wears the same clothes as yesterday... you are all pirates now, which means you have to commit to never changing your clothes. You wonder when everyone will get sick of it.

"It's fitting for a talented student like you to wear your colander while you sleep. Worthless trash like me would never have the strength to worship hope full-cycle." Nagito bent over slightly and noodled his long arm towards yours, slipping his limp hand into your open palm.

A pause. Nagito stood still, smiling, a bit more energy in his eyes now. What was he doing?

"What are you doing?"

Nagito snapped out of it and into something else. "Ahaha, helping you up, of course," he slipped his hand out of yours and under it, grasping it and yanking you up. You begin walking together. "Did you sleep okay? It must have been pretty rough sleeping out here on deck."

You struggle to recall precisely why you woke up on deck. Failing, you infer that it might have been not being able to find the forecastle, and said something along those lines.

"Next time, if you can't find a hammock to sleep in, I can help you find one."

You shudder.

"Uhhhh... thanks."

"If you want, of course," Nagito smiled and held his hands up defensively, as though warming them by a fire.

"Thanks," you repeat.

He grabbed your hand again.

This was going to be a long journey.

Hope's Peak had came up with a plan for curbing climate change: sending its best students out to sea to become pirates. Their historians and meteorologists had done a joint study and noticed the "statistically significant inverse relationship" between the increasing global temperature and the decreasing pirate population. After further research, they found that a religious organization known as "The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster" had discovered the same thing, and cited that as one of the best reasons to join the faith and increase the pirate population.

So Hajime was drafted onto the crew, along with fifteen other Ultimates, and a few other outside people hand-picked by the Headmaster of Hope's Peak himself, Jin Kirigiri. Of course, we all know that the 'luck' of the draft and the 'choice' of the Headmaster was really the providence of The Flying Spaghetti Monster. Now they sailed the seas for the indefinite future, bringing noodley hope to the future of the seas.

Noodley hope... you think to yourself. I'm starting to sound like Nagito...

As though on que, Nagito resumed doing what he had been doing since they first set sail: praising The Flying Spaghetti Monster for his hope.

"He gives enough despair to the nosey sexually-motivated scientists, necessary stepping-stones towards religious hope in a youthful, created universe! I am truly unworthy to be aboard this ship-" Nagito shifts a glance at the plank. 

You squeeze his hand.