Danganronpa One-Shots (Requests Closed)

Too Innocent (Yandere!Ryoma Hoshi X OC)

This was requested by The_Forgotten_0ne and I hope they'll enjoy. I don't feel like I'm the best at playing people's OC's, but if I managed to do alright then I'm glad.

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Hope's Peak is an academy that only scouts the very best of the best. You have to be the very best at what you do. They don't care about gender, height, reputation, or anything else you could factor in. As long as you're the best of the best, you're allowed to come and have a surefire path to success.

Charis is one of those ultimates that you wouldn't think is an ultimate upon first glance. She's an unnatural height for a high schooler at a staggering 3'6. With her bright neon sky blue eyes and striking red hair, some may even mistake her for a doll sold for young girls. While often asked if she's alright due to her appearance, Charis is understanding yet confident when telling them she'll be fine.

Despite this, it doesn't make navigating the halls of Hope's Peak any easier. She wanted to get to class on time, but at the rate things were going, she'd be lucky to make it to class on time. Navigating throughout the halls, the last thing she needed was to bump into someone as she turned the corner.

A hand was quickly extended to her, and as Charis accepted the help she was surprised to see that the help was someone around her height. Usually she only met kids her height, but if he was here then clearly he was a high schooler, right?

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you. Are you alright?" Charis questioned, wanting to make sure he was alright.

The stranger nodded softly before responding, "Don't worry about it kid; I should've been more aware of my surroundings."

Charis pouted softly as she responded, "I'm actually a student here; a high school student."

The stranger seemed shocked for a moment, but quickly shook it off. He even chuckled softly.

"My bad; I didn't think I'd meet anyone my height that's also my age. Name's Ryoma, the ultimate tennis pro."

Charis smiled softly as she responded, "It's nice to meet you Ryoma. I'm Charis, the ultimate massage therapist."

Ryoma was intrigued by this talent, as well as Charis in general. There was a certain light she seemed to give off; almost like an aura. She seemed so innocent, untainted by the world.

As he helped lead her to the classroom, he inquired about her talent. It was interesting to hear about how her small hands helped her with her special massaging techniques; how they were the link that helped lead to her ultimate talent.

"I also enjoy baking and cooking; would you like me to make something for you? I can bring a bento box lunch for you tomorrow if you'd like."

Ryoma nodded softly at the invitation, stating he'd like that before the both had to stop speaking as they arrived at the classroom. Despite them sitting in different places in the classroom, Ryoma's eyes never left Charis' figure. He couldn't place this odd desire to get to know more about Charis.

As the school year progressed Ryoma and Charis became closer with time. Charis would often bring Ryoma a personal lunch for him to try out; sometimes she would even have him taste-test new recipes she was trying out. It wasn't uncommon to find them eating lunch together on the rooftop, enjoying each other's company. Some may have even mistaken them for a couple.

Despite that being Ryoma's wish; the both of them to be dating, they weren't officially a couple. Sure, Ryoma had a tendency to follow Charis around and make sure she was safe, but he recognized that the two weren't dating; yet.

Even though he knew Charis was as innocent as a newborn, sometimes his mind would turn to the gutter. A guy's got needs after all, and his favorite way to get off would be to his fantasies with Charis.

Charis would be on the fanciest, comfiest bed there was. It was what she deserved after all. Her arms would be tied to the headpost, preventing her from moving as he would spread her beautiful legs. Her dripping cunt would be his for the feasting, her lips quivering in front of him.

As much as Ryoma enjoys the food Charis prepares, he knows the taste of Charis herself would be the best thing he'd ever try. He'd eat her out like it was his last meal, the sounds of slurping accompanied by his Sweetheart calling out his name like a desperate prayer.

"Ryoma, Ryoma, Ryoma..."

Ryoma would stop and look up to tease her with the lack of contact, her mouth hanging open with some drool falling down the side of her mouth. A hazy blush would adorn her face, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Even as a mess she would be the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

Deciding to give Ryoma what she wants, he would take her right then and there. He'd pound into her mercilessly, her desperate cries keeping him hard throughout multiple orgasms. He'd fill Charis with his cum without regard to her getting pregnant. If she did get pregnant they could start a family, and if not then it'd give him an excuse to do this again and again.

However, his imagination can only get him off so many times. Ryoma needs the real thing. And luckily for him he has a plan. All he needs to do is ask Charis for a massage.

"Do you mind if we do it at my place; I'd feel more comfortable if we did it there."

Charis smiles innocently, nodding softly.

"Of course. Let me get some things real quick and I'll be ready to go."

Ryoma smirks as Charis leaves to go get her things. He knows it could be seen as cruel for taking advantage of Charis' innocence, but you could say it's an inevitability when you're so innocent. And when Charis agrees to be his girlfriend it won't be seen as anything suspicious.

"I got everything! Are you ready to go, Ryoma?"

Ryoma nods softly.

"Yeah. Let's go."

Now there's nothing stopping him from getting the real thing; he can hardly wait. His angel, his sweetheart, his Charis.