Danganronpa Lovers

Nagito x Monokuma

It was a dark and stormy night. Rain lashed the windows of Nagito's cottage, like his monthly dominatrix lashed at him in her private room.

Nagito tossed and turned in his bed, wishing there was someone there to comfort him, and protect him from the loud sounds that permeated throughout the cottage. If only his darling Hajime was here.

Suddenly, a loud crash of thunder echoed throughout the room, and Nagito yelped, swiftly pulling the covers over him and hiding beneath them, quivering. He may be the ultimate wingsuiter, future wingsuit hokage, but lightning was still something that terrified him.

"Puhuhuhuhu!" A chilling bout of laughter filled the room, and Nagito peered out from under the covers to confirm what he had just heard. Just as he suspected, above him stood Monokuma.

Monokuma. The name does not do justice to the chill that ran through Nagitos spine. Monokuma. Emissary of the Ultimate Despair. Headmaster of the Killing School. Ruthless killer with a bear-y bad sense of humour.

Nagito could hardly move. What could Monokuma be doing here? In his cottage? The Killing Game was long since finished, and Junko Enoshima had finally been defeated. Why was he here? How was he here? If only Hajime could be beside him now, he would know what to do.

Monokuma giggled again, surveying Nagito with his glowing red eye. "Don't be such a bear-dy cat, Komaeda, I'm not here to hurt a hair on your pretty little head"

Nagito could hardly speak, his throat was so dry. His heart was thumping in his chest and every hair on his head was standing on end. But he felt some courage building up inside him, motivated by the awful bear puns. Only one more, and he would have the strength to tackle this bear off of his bed.

"Wh-what do you want, bear?"

Another giggle, as Monokuma continued to stare at him. "Don't sound so angry Nagito, a wingsuiter like you has nothing on a bear-o-plane!"

Nagito had had enough. He leaped from the bed with the force of an olympic jumper on speed, and grabbed Monokuma by the throat, pinning him to the wall.

Monokuma struggled desperately, but could do nothing against the absolute chad that was Nagito Komaeda, ultimate wingsuiter, future wingsuit Hokage, who was right now very, very angry with him.

"What do I need to do to shut you up, bear?" Nagito said, his eyes blazing, drawing his fist back.

"Oh, you can't use force, even though I can see all the muscles on your bear chest!" Nagito drew his fist even further back "but perhaps a kiss would suffice!"

Nagito froze. "Wh...what?"

"A kiss! Thats all Komaeda! Just a kiss! Maybe if you're lucky I'll even turn into a bear-prince"

"Thats all? Just a kiss? And then you'll leave?"

"Yes yes, mister Komaeda! Its just a kiss, if thats not too unbearable for y-"

Monokuma was cut off, as Nagito slammed him into the wall at full force. He beat him into the floor with punch after punch, ripping out his wiring and cameras. He grabbed the side of his bed, pushed the bear underneath the leg, and smashed it into the floor over and over again. Monokuma's lifeless body was then picked up, as Nagito dragged him outside and attached him to a lightning rod just outside his cottage. The bear was hit with strike after strike of lightning. By the time morning came, the bear was little more than a mangled scrap of metal, surrounded by ash.

But Nagito still wasn't done.

He melted what remained of the bear down, and constructed some parts to improve his favourite wingsuit. He would not be stopped. He would become the ultimate wingsuit Hokage, if it was the last thing he'd ever do.

FIN