Danganronpa x Reader Short Stories 💕

Lies • Kokichi Ouma

Y/N POV:

I was sweating, grasping for breath and attempted to twist the lock - it was no use. This tight locker was barely large enough to even turn around. I had no idea how long I'd been in here, just that it felt like a really long time; most of my body had gone numb, like pins and needles all over. Attempting to shout for help, all it did was waste whatever oxygen was left in here... it was only a matter of time before I would faint, which only made me shout for help more.

Throwing myself back and forth, I tried to tip over the locker I'd found myself in. All of it was for nothing - all I found from doing all that was that it was futile.

... I was right. It's only a matter of time before I—

Kokichi's POV:

"Awh, why do I have to go? Why can't any of you go see if anyone else is here..."

There was now 6 of us - and yet they still insisted they could hear shouting: they all nominated *me* to see if anyone else was still trapped.. typical. Even for a Supreme Leader, people still bossed me around - probably something to do with my height. I readjusted my collar and eye rolled my way out into the halls.

Walking down the hallway, the sounds of shouting for closer - they sounded muffled, but resounded; they had a metallic tone to them. They must have been in a locker, and the others seemed to have been right... ugh. As I got closer to the screaming, they came to a complete stop: well, *that's* helpful! The halls were overgrown with vines and leaves - whoever brought us here really didn't bother to clean up.

Eventually I came to a locker; there was no sound from it, but the gaps in it were plugged up - much like the ones everyone else was stuck in. For a while, I sat by the locker and picked the lock - I'd had some experience with breaking into stuff. It took longer than expected, but eventually I heard the click, and turned the lock. Before I even had the chance to open it, the door came crashing open, as if it was barely bolted in.

Out fell another student in a stuffy uniform similar to my own: a girl with curled purple hair, tied up in a frazzled ponytail. She must've been stuck in there for days, judging by the rips in her clothes and smudged makeup... Behind all that though, she seemed pretty cool. So, I sat next to her and brushed her hair from her face. Then I playfully poked her face, expecting her to wake up, but she didn't respond. It was like she wasn't even breathing or present - maybe she was unconscious? I couldn't exactly lift her up, since I was admittedly not that strong.

I couldn't bring her back to the group, and I don't think that she'll appreciate seeing a crowd of people as soon as she opens her eyes. I considered running back to the group to explain the situation, but... I didn't really have the energy to. Instead, I stayed next to her and just watched her unconscious - sounds a little creepy now I think about it, but there was something about her that didn't let me look away.

I wouldn't ever say this about anyone, so this is entirely out of character, but she was undeniably pretty - it wasn't just that either. There was something unusual about her as well, as if she was familiar somehow. It was strange though, that she seemed familiar, as I could barely remember anything past when I woke up. She would probably end up the same, so I was kind of happy to be the first person she would see..

A sudden draw of breath came from where she was laying - she was waking up! I moved back a little bit, just to give her some space. I remembered myself waking up and being terrified about where I was.

"Uh... where the hell am I, and who are you?"

Well, that was an unexpectedly calm response. As she sat up, she looked at me dead in the eyes as if *I* was her captor.