Faith [Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc x Male! Reader]

Chapter I - The Boy With The Sapphire Blade

"Why in the eternal hell did I even come here?" A young man thought, his [H/C] hair and Turquoise eyes scanning the stronghold of a building he was given permission to attend. This place was Hope's Peak academy, an educational institute dedicated to those that the world and most governments deem an Ultimate of their country. Most Ultimates hail from the country of Japan, which is quite a surprise considering it's an extremely small powerhouse of a country.

This young man was [Y/N] Kurokage, the Ultimate Assassin. Now, most people are terrified of him or think of him as a young and not-bald version of Hitman's infamous Agent 047. But, despite the fact the majority of people are terrified of him, he doesn't really care. Taking a deep breath in, he began the walk into the building.

His clothing wasn't that recognizable, thankfully. It was a pitch black t-shirt with the kanji for the word 'shadow' on the back while his baggy blue jeans that meshed well into his gray and blue shoes. The black, knitted fingerless gloves looked very nice in his modernized, nearly a pseudo techwear appearance.

Stepping through the double doors, a smile rested on his face.

Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot...

Suddenly, [Y/N] stopped and clutched his head. Being an assassin, he knew what this was: Although he wasn't booksmart by any stretch of the measure, it was something he simply called "KO Gas" due to it's incapacitating effect when used. So, dropping his backpack, he patted his back and made sure his hidden customized combat knife was still on his person before the gas got to him, causing him to collapse onto the floor...

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Suddenly, [Y/N] shot up and instantly went for his knife. Thankfully, it was still there so whoever captured him wasn't the brightest person on this planet. But, then again, he had made many enemies that wanted to see him suffer so it wouldn't be that big of a shocker if he was going into a firefight with a damn bowie knife. Looking around the room, his eyes easily adjusted to the disgusting pale yellow walls that were reminiscent of The Backrooms while the comically large window barriers kept him locked within his cell.

Getting up, he caught a little piece of paper. Picking it up, his reading daze was interrupted by an extremely giddy yet loud voice screaming into the announcement system. Taking a deep breath in, he processed the information. Something about heading to the gymnasium, or was in the auditorium? Whoever was behind the PA system wasn't very good at English with them calling it a "Gymnatorium."

Unsheathing his blade, he opened the door to his room and looked down the hallway. The shiny sapphire paint job on his Bowie Knife being a well-needed splash of color against the disgustingly colored walls in the classroom and the monochromatic, almost checkerboard-like walls on the hallway he walked into. The walk was silent, as if the person watching him was taunting him with the familiarity of isolation. The only noise being the tapping of his sneakers against the linoleum flooring. But, the agonizing silence was broken by the unwarranted screaming of the same giddy voice the PA system had on it earlier.

Without any time to think about his actions, [Y/N] rushed and followed the noise past a large pillar, a nurse's office, open double doors to a vault-like door, a closed off staircase, and an abundance of trophies before bashing into the gymnasium/auditorium door, knife out, ready to stab a bitch.

Build-A-Bear: "Well! Look he finally decides to show up! I should claw you to pieces for being late!"

[Y/N]: "Claw me? You couldn't rip up a piece of paper with those stuffed arms of yours."

Now, understandably, the other people who were in the room looked on in sheer confusion. This random teenager they've never seen before with a super shiny knife busts through the doors and is now talking smack to a moving build-a-bear.