Danganronpa V1: Multi-Fandom Crossover

Introduction: Hope's Peak Academy

You know what's worse than getting up at the ass-crack of dawn: doing it on a Saturday to go to school two days early because your over-achiever brother wants to make a good impression. 

Speaking of which, as much as I love Mikaela, his calling me at six-fifty-seven was not making my Saturday any better. The whole point of not setting an alarm was that I didn't want to nearly shit myself first thing in the morning because of my ringer. I mean honestly...if he wanted to talk to me so badly this morning, he should have just slept over last night like I offered. It's not like mom and dad would have minded—they loved Mikaela nearly as much as they loved me (and I've been their kid for several years now).

When I picked up on the second to last ring, I was met with the same groggy-but-cheerful voice I was forced (not really) to hear every morning. 

"Good morning, Yuu-chan! Did you sleep well? You're done packing, right?" Mikaela asked. His sink turned off in the background, and I heard the clicking of his stove starting. Stupid early birds. He'd probably been awake for half an hour already.

"I was before you called me, and yeah, you've been bugging me about it all week."

"Don't be like that. If you start the morning sour, you'll upset Mrs. Furui."

I swung out of bed and onto my feet. My head buzzed with a slight headrush as I went to open my drawers. "I'm gonna tell mom you called her that again. She'll cry, you know."

"Yeah, sure. We both know that as much as you love to seem like a hardass, you'd never make your mom cry on purpose."

I don't have many peeves about Mikaela, but his insistance that he wasn't a part of 'my' family pissed me off. I shut my pants drawer a little louder than I needed to. "Whatever. How're you getting to the station? Bus?"

"'Doesn't start running until eight. I got my neighbor downstairs to agree to drive me. He even gave me a discount!"

"He's charging you for a favor? What a tool."

"Yuu-chan, she's a taxi driver. I already told you: she's starting an hour late to take me." Mikaela sighed. I hummed, grabbing a sweatshirt for the train ride.  

Really looking at my room has always been weird. It looks too normal...too much like my current life and not enough like my old one. I don't have any pictures of the other orphanage kids or any of the kids we were close to in Sanguiem. I've got a picture of me and Mika from the day he showed up to my class part of the way through third year, but it doesn't tell much. Honestly, on the rare occasions I've had people over, they've ended thinking I'm a fan of his whose school got visited. 

Downstairs, I can hear mom rustling around the kitchen and Hyaku stomping around. I'm supposed to take him out before I leave, but I usually just let him out in the yard. You'd think he'd need to burn more energy, but Hyaku's just a giant bum. 

I shut my door behind me and head downstairs. As I walk out at the bottom towards the kitchen, I pass my bags. 

"Morning, Yuu. How'd you sleep?" She's setting stuff out on the table. I pick up the tupperwear container with left over rice and put it in the center of the table. 

"Pretty good. Mikaela woke me up."

"We know, Yuichiro. If your phone wasn't loud enough, you certainly were. For a kid your size, you walk and talk like an elephant." Dad patted me on the back before sitting in my usual seat. I frowned.

"Good morning to you too, dad. Why are you sitting there?" He smiled, but it didn't meet his eyes. Mom suddenly wore a similar expression, sitting across from him.