The Irresistible Shu| Shuichi Harem Type Thingy|

Party Planning

🎀AN: Had this in the drafts for like- two years now. Do people even still read this fic? Doesn't matter, here's chapter eight. Chapter nine will be dropping in 2027 tehehe ^^

Before I could finish my Danganronpa Goodbye Despair marathon, I was rudely interrupted by loud banging on my door. "Come in," I permitted boredly, pausing the tv. The rude intruder was quickly identified as my mother, the only other person who lived in my house. She was always angry, but today she looked particularly pissed. I guess that's what happens when you have a sociopath for a son. "Shuichi," She said through gritted teeth, leaning back against the door. "I just got a call from your teachers. You've were marked absent four out of five days. It's only the first goddamn week."

I groaned internally. I knew it was a bad idea messing around with those wannabe popular kids. Now my attendance is fucked. How the hell am I supposed to keep up this innocent new kid act now?

I racked my brain, trying to come up with some decent excuses to get my mom off my case. C'mon Shuichi...

"Monday, I was late." One.

"Tuesday, I was on time." Two.

"Wednesday, my friends got into a fight." Three.

"Thursday, I got into a fight, then had to go to the nurse." Four.

My mom's face softened just barely. She was always such a pushover. Most people would feel bad lying to their parents like this, but it just came so naturally to me. Lying to people was like second nature; I did it so often that it no longer even felt like lying. Just speaking.

My mom sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine. You're not in trouble, for now at least," She conceded easily. She walked into my room, moving a Danganronpa THH Manga to the side before sitting down beside me on the bed. "I know that switching schools has been pretty hard on you, so I understand if you're having some trouble adjusting. I won't hold it against you for missing a few days."

Like usual, my mother was wrong. Switching schools has been relatively easy for me, especially considering it was my own actions that caused me to have to switch in the first place. Besides, I like this school way more than my old one. All the people I've met so far are so dynamic... it kinda makes me feel like I'm the main character in a video game or something.

I can't wait to see how they'll act once they're plunged into the throughs of despair. The mere thought makes me shiver with excitement...!

I must've been making a weird expression because my mom looked at me like I was crazy. I am.

"By the way, Shuichi, are you sure you don't want to go back to therapy? You've been acting a little different ever since... the incident at your old school."

I felt myself grow angry at my mom's suggestion at sending me back to therapy. How dare she? I was perfectly fine then, and I'm perfectly fine now! In fact, I feel better than ever. I'm still super hype from setting my old school ablaze. Even though it was a few months ago, the despair still feels fresh in my mind. God, it's so good.

Nothing gets the blood pumping more than the despair-inducing tragedy of arson, property damage, and unemployed workers. It's a shame nobody died. I'd be having a years worth of jerk-off material then.

"No. There's no need. I'm fine, really," I said, the same way I had said it a million times before. "I just.. need a little time to recover..." I said meekly, trying to sound morose. The shy-submissive new kid act wasn't just something I did at school. I also did it in front of my mom too. It definitely helped push the whole "PTSD" thing.