Danganronpa Agere Oneshots!

🏍️🍂📕📌Stressed Out🔮💛

Caregiver: Yasuhiro Hagakure
Littles: Mondo Owada and Kiyotaka Ishimaru
hello! this was requested by The_Magic_Ace :) the danganronpa obsession is coming back so perhaps i will update more haha,, anyways thank you for requesting and i hope you guys enjoy! have a wonderful day <3
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"Mondo, please," Taka murmured, "You need to eat something for dinner. You didn't eat lunch; you have to have something now."

"No! Go 'way!" Mondo snapped, shrugging off the hand that Taka tried to place on his shoulder.

Taka sighed. Today had not been the day for either of them, unfortunately.

Mondo was already upset this morning because of personal problems going on with his gang. Taka wanted to help, but he wasn't very well versed in the things that happened in... gangs. Any advice he tried to offer ended up being utterly useless, so he gave up trying after the first few statements didn't work.

And school wasn't good for either of them. Mondo got into a fight with some group of kids, and Taka ended up getting an 89% on one of his exams. The events of the day left Mondo with a bruised up cheek and Taka with a heavy heart, which was certainly a recipe for disaster.

Taka could tell Mondo had begun to regress on the way home by the way he uncomfortably shrugged off his jacket, complaining of the material, as well as whining because he was in pain from the fight earlier.

The moment they had stepped through the door, it was obvious that he was definitely regressed.

Taka rubbed his temples, frowning. He didn't feel like fighting Mondo on dinner, even though he knew he needed to eat. Frankly, he was just as exhausted as Mondo, but he wasn't allowed to be exhausted. Not when the person he loved so dearly was regressed.

"Let me treat your bruise, at least," He began once more, "C'mon. Let's get you an ice pack."

Mondo frustratedly tugged at the sleeves of his shirt, shaking his head.

"No! Leave me 'lone, don' wanna!" He spat, and Taka shakily exhaled.

"Mondo, please—"

"Stop it! Hate it, don't want you here!"

And Taka knew he didn't mean it. Taka knew he was regressed, overwhelmed, most certainly unable to coherently express his feelings. He understood all of that. That didn't stop his own breath from sharply hitching, his own sort of fuzziness creeping up from the back of his mind.

"You... You need to calm down," Taka tried to force the words out— make them sound authoritative and not stammery or small— much like how he felt right now, "Go to your room and take a breather."

Mondo did not do that. He instead shook his head, rapidly whining out a series of no's, no no no's, and that was what caused Taka to slip.

His breath got all shuddery as he sunk to the floor, his hands shaking. He suddenly felt small, very small, like the world around him was fuzzy. It was a whole bunch of stimuli that he could not process right now, and he couldn't do this.

He failed his test, he couldn't help Mondo, he was regressing fast and he wasn't supposed to be, today was horrible—

"Woah, woah... What's going on here?"

Taka snapped his head upwards, about at the same time that Mondo stopped muttering.

Yasuhiro. The only one who knew about the other two's regression.