"Killing Game?" Danganronpa x female reader

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My head felt like it was going to burst as I awoke from my sudden slumber.

I shook my head to wake myself up further before standing up from the chair and stretching both my arms and legs. I looked down at my desk and saw a letter.

I picked it up and read its contents.

"Arrive at the gym at 8:00 sharp.

- headmaster"

It had a little black and white bear drawing at the bottom and I thought it was the headmaster trying to be funny before sighing and walking out the door that I saw earlier while stretching.

I walked through the halls and arrived at a double door. I pulled it open and at the other side I saw multiple other students.

They were all unique, it seems, as I surveyed their features.

Suddenly, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turn around and was greeted with an average height boy with pointy hair and pale green eyes. He gave an awkward smile towards me as a guy from the front started to shout at us.

I rolled my eyes, approaching the loud-mouthed guy and lifted my foot, stretching it and pointing my shoe's heel towards him, threatening to kick the side of his head and he flinched.

"Please. Shut up." I told him without hesitation but he only frowned deeper, grabbing my foot while opening his mouth to say something before I finally decided to lower my foot, roughly pulling it off his hands in the process and kicking him on his stomach, enough to make him jump back from the pressure.

He coughed as some students gasped. "Hey, you didn't need to do that!" Another guy with a slightly shiny butter-like, long pompadour(?) this time interrupted.

I rolled my eyes again with a sigh as I, again, lift my foot towards his face.

"Why won't you guys just shut the fuck up and be quiet? The shouting dumbass over there was enough for me to beat in one day."

The guy gritted his teeth. "Look, I don't hit girls. Can't you just shut up, too?"

I lifted my hand and gave him the middle finger.

"Wha-"

As fast as I had lowered my hand, I had pushed him to the floor with the back kick.

"TaeKwonDo?" Someone from the crowd piped up.

I shrugged, and looked at the direction and saw a really massive lady with ripped sleeves.

"Are you a martial artist?" She asked, looking at me up and down, observing my reaction.

"I'm not only a Taekwondoin, really." I mumbled, though enough for her to hear.

"Is that so... then, your name?" She asked.

"...Y/N. Y/N S/N."

"S/N... I see."

I was about to say something again before I was cut off with another voice.

"Mic check, mic check!"