Danganronpa V3 Oneshots

Reader x Korekiyo Part 1

A/N- I felt the story was too long, so I've broken it up into two parts. Part 2 will be the final chapter of this fic. I hope you enjoy!

I yawn, and try to rub the sleep from my eyes. Despite my regular sleep schedule, being greeted by my alarm in the morning never got easier. I zone out as I drive, letting my body take over as my mind drifts. 

Eventually I arrive at a local coffee shop. I carefully park my car, and step out. The building had a small but cheerful exterior. The area below the windows were lined with bright yellow marigolds, giving the surrounding area a welcoming feeling. 

As I stroll through the door, a bell chimes, and the barista glances up toward me. I smile, recognizing a familiar face. The room has almost no customers; nobody is willing to wake up this early if they can help it. However, the barista was always here, and we had grown quite friendly. I stroll across the room, and sit myself down at the counter. He looks over at me, a small smile forming on his pale face. 

"I'll be over in a moment." he says. As I wait, I watch him make another drink. The man's hair was pulled back, with the top half wrapped into a tight bun. His tall and lean form gave him a type of elegance, and as he made his drink he seemed to glide around as he grabbed the necessary ingredients. He leaned across the counter, and handed an awaiting customer their order. "Have a nice day!" He said, then turned towards me. My face heated up, as I realized I had been caught staring. "You seem quite interested in me making the drinks. Is it really that intriguing?" I thought he was annoyed for a moment, but as I glanced upward at him I realized his eyes were filled with amusement. 

"Oh, it's just interesting to see you around the kitchen. You seem to know the ingredients so naturally." I stutter, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse. I ramble on for a moment, my embarrassment growing as I dig my grave deeper and deeper. 

"Hmmm. Am I really that pleasant to watch?" Before I can acknowledge what he said, he moves on. "So, would you like your regular order?" I nod, afraid of saying anything more. His back turns away from me once again, and my heart beats erratically as I process what just happened. 

I stare at the walls, and try to avoid looking at him. I had always considered him attractive, and we often chatted. Still, he had never gone this far. The strangest part of all was his calm exterior hadn't changed the entire time. 

A few awkward moments passed before he turned back toward me. "Alright, here's your drink. Would you like your receipt?" 

"Sure." I reply. He passes me my receipt, and I glance down. Below the amount paid is a fancy scrawl that reads:

 "My dear yn, 

I quite enjoy your company every morning. Would it be too forward of me to request you visit my apartment tonight?  Dress nicely, as it will be a very special night <3." 

I look up at him, and grin. 

"That looks like a yes to me! I'll see you tonight darling." He blows a kiss to me, and my face warms as I rush out of the store. 

What did I get myself into?