Danganronpa x Reader Short Stories 💕

Glass Shard • Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Warning: Heavy Depression/Suicidal themes

Y/N's POV:

There was nothing that could flush out all this pain: no drink, painkillers, psychedelics... nothing at all. Watching them all die right in front of my eyes, all for nothing. Just to escape, just expecting to leave it all behind. Sure, we'd defeated Junko, but what good did that do us? I'd not even kept contact with anyone, even though I had their numbers. Nobody even cared, and nobody wanted to remember.

I was sat in my living room, which was lavishly furnished- such is my family - was now tarnished with empty wine bottles and pill bottles. I tried to think about what to do next, as my mind was clouded with dark thoughts.. ones that I couldn't ignore. I thought about calling someone, someone from the killing game. When I tried calling Akane, I had to leave a voicemail which was never replied to... I tried calling Hajime and Kazuichi - no reply. Sonia would have been no use at all; she was across the globe. My last resort would've been Fuyuhiko, but the chances of him picking up were so small there was no reason to try. Besides, I don't blame any of them: why would they bother to help someone like me...

I opened up my phone to my contacts though - it was fairly empty. Since my parents were... indisposed, they weren't even on my phone. It was just the people I survived with... and none of them would pick up. I was getting increasingly tired, and I could feel my eyes closing... closing... close... ing......

Fuyuhiko's POV:

It had been a few months now, all of it ended. We were freed, but I couldn't shake it off like I thought I'd be able to. I thought that I'd just be able to go back to the Yakuza and carry on as usual, and I did. But something was always missing... I'd gotten used to everyone being around, all the people from the killing school trip. I'd tried calling everyone but nobody would reply - I *thought* about calling (Y/N) after... what we did together and the time we spent... but I doubt she'd want anything to do with me or the trip.

"Fuyuhiko, there's someone calling you. It's on your personal phone."

I shot up and ran towards it - I picked it up to see it was from (Y/N)... I wonder why she was calling me now? I mean, we hadn't seen each other since it all ended.

"(Y/N)! What's up? Why d'you call?"

But there was no reply - as I was about to hang up though, the sound of breaking glass jolted me. I threw the phone into my pocket and left the house - there was something clearly wrong.

"Find her address, and send it to me. Now."

Y/N POV:

What the hell... damn it, I passed out again! And there were now even more glass shards littering the floor. I picked one and held it up to the light from the chandelier - it was so pretty, that I lined it up against my skin. It was amazing something so delicate and fragile could bleed so easily, and with such primal pleasure! Blood dropped onto the carpet, but I didn't care - it was already stained with red wine, so who'd even be able to tell?

Soon I got bored of it though, and ran out of space on my arms - I wanted to let my old scars heal before I... reopened them. I was in the middle of reaching for another bottle when a heavy knock hit my door; who could it be? I didn't really know anyone - and that's when I noticed my phone! It must've had about twenty missed calls... all from Fuyuhiko? I scrolled through my call history to find that I'd called him! Ugh, it was probably just me pressing the wrong button.

"Hey! Open up! I need to know you're okay!"

It was weird knowing he could be so caring, but I suppose after all the times we shared it shouldn't come as a surprise. I unlatched the door and turned the key in the lock, before opening to door to a sweating Fuyuhiko - had he ran all the way here?

I locked eyes with him, as he was steadying his breathing - he was completely out of breath. His eyes wandered over me: over my tattered clothes, messsd up hair... until his eyes rested on my arms. Without warning, he burst into my apartment and pulled me with him. He latched the door and snatched the key from me to lock it properly before he spoke.

"I'm assuming you weren't expecting anyone... Why did you call me?"

"I didn't m-mean to... I have to ask, why did you run here? If I accidentally called you, how is that reason to rush over?"

"I could hear glass smashing. And it seems I was right."

He looked at the carpet, all covered in glass shards and wine. Then he spotted the shard I'd been 'using', and his eyes widened, before looking back at the gash on my arm. I hadn't had much time to cover it, so it was obvious what was going on.

Fuyuhiko's POV:

"What the hell have you been doing?! Those stains on the carpet - it's not just wine is it?! Don't think I can't see those scars."

I didn't understand why I was so angry with her, for doing.. *that*! I expected some kind of reaction from her, since my outburst was a little uncalled for, but she just stared blankly... I couldn't converse with her. I glanced around the apartment again, and realised why; there were empty pill bottles everywhere. She'd been doing drugs? They seemed familiar too... similar to the ones my father manufactured.

"(Y/N), say something! We've been through so much, why can't you just tell me?!"

I could hear the frustration in my own voice, and I knew it wasn't right to be mad at her... but I couldn't help it. To know she'd been suffering for so long, considering the state of the place, and nobody noticed anything or offered help. Surely she's been outside? Surely people have seen what she's been like? Or maybe the world didn't care enough... maybe the world is just too broken...

"I'm sorry... sorry for making you come all the way here..."

"No.. you don't get to be sorry for this. I should be sorry, for not calling or checking in. I just presumed that after everything ended you wouldn't want anything to do with me."

By now we'd made our way onto the sofa, and she was just staring mindlessly at the ground. I couldn't shift my gaze away from her, watching her drown in this despair.

"This is what Junko wanted. Are you really going to let her win, even from beyond the grave? Because the (Y/N) that I know wouldn't do that - she'd fight for hope. She'd fight for her fight to live. Not dwell alone like this, or cut her arms. You know I still love you, don't you? It has it just been too long that it doesn't mean anything to you...."

Y/N POV:

Of course it meant something to me: he was the best thing I ever had. Hearing him say those words, that he loves me, just made me cry even more. It made me feel more guilty for not putting in the effort to try staying in touch, for not calling... I felt all these emotions swirling around. Guilt, grief, happiness, tragedy, and despair... such an unusual combination, but it was rn best way to describe how I felt.

"Fuyuhiko... Thank you. For loving me, for spending time with me, for helping us all escape... I'm going to miss you."

Fuyuhiko's POV:

"Miss me?! What the hell are you on about? I'm not going anywhere."

I looked at her confused, as she gave me a loving, if a little scary, smile. What could she have meant by that? I held her head in my hands and ran my fingers through her silky hair, scared for what she was going to do.

"(Y/N), if you're going to do what I think you're going to do... please, do not do it. I couldn't live with myself if you did, knowing that I could prevent it. I'm staying here tonight - there will be no arguments about it. We worked to hard for you to just commit suicide now. Ok? All of those lives, all the time would be for nothing if we all just gave up like that."

She closed her eyes as a single tear rolled down: I wiped it away with my hand and kissed her forehead: "I won't let you die. I just won't, I can't."