Danganronpa x Reader - It's PUNISHMENT TIIME!

Mahiru Koizumi x Reader - Photographic Memories

How long has it been since I've done an x reader? Don't answer that. I'm sorry for the lack of x reader's despite this being an x reader book!  >.<

I'm finally gonna give doing an x reader for a girl a go! This means that it might be bad though. 

This was requested by Danish_Ghost. I hope this works out. . . .

"Mahiru. . . . ." I looked at her with disappointment. I knew that she had thought about killing after Teruteru's death but. . . .I'd believed her when she'd said she wasn't going to fall prey to Monokuma's motives. I had trusted her. . . .

"Don't look at me like that!" Mahiru screamed with a desperation that tore my heart apart. Mahiru was always so confident and strong. She didn't back down from anything or anyone. She never let anyone's judgement of her effect her. . . . .yet here she was, crying and pleading me not to look at her with shameful eyes. . . . .it truly broke me to see her like this. . . . .

"Y/N don't look at me like that!" She shouted again. "I know. . . . I know what I did was wrong but. . . . please don't. . . .look at me with pained eyes like that. . . . .  I never wanted to hurt you. . . " She eventually mumbled. 

She didn't want to hurt me? I didn't know what to believe at this point! She told me she wouldn't kill but she went back on her word! I couldn't stop these same thoughts circling around in my head. . . .trust, belief, pain. . . . . . choice?

Despite my pain, part of me realised that maybe she didn't have a choice. Maybe. . . .she was scared. . . and tired. . . . . and fed-up with living in fear. . . .with living in despair. . . .  

I looked down at Mahiru again where she had now sunken to the floor in tears. . . . she looked so fragile. . . . 

I knelt down and gazed at Mahiru with more gentleness this time. For a moment I didn't know what to do. . . .I just naturally pulled her into a comforting hug. 

"I'm sorry Mahiru. . . .I think I understand though." I was confused with my own emotions. Just a moment ago I was angry at her, now I felt pity towards her along with an indescribable sadness.

"You don't understand Y/N! You haven't killed anyone. . . .your still pure." She had stopped crying but her voice cracked with every word she forced out.

"You're wrong Mahiru. . . .it would be self righteous of any of us to say we've never fallen to despair at all. We've all considered killing at some point. . . .because we all want to escape. . ." Those last words hit us both with a harsh truth. . . . .

Mahiru wasn't going to escape. . . .

She was going to die.

Her grip on me tightened as her newly found tears socked my top.

"I'm scared Y/N. . . I'm so scared. . ." She sounded like an innocent child. . .my eyes prickled with threatening tears, but I had to stay strong for her.

"Y/N. . . .what will we have to remember each other by?" Her odd and random question took me aback, but with a glance to the camera always hanging round her neck I understood. 

She was the Ultimate Photographer. . . .memories for her were kept in photos. Those memories weren't just any old memories though. . .her photos were always of people, friends, family. . . they were memories of those closest to her.

"Mahiru? Can I take a photo of you?" She stared at me with excited, hopeful eyes and a bright smile. 

"Yes!" She handed the camera to me and stood back but her beautifully happy face from before trembled as I readied the camera. She tried to smile but it was shaky like my hands. 

I took the picture.

It was clear and even though Mahiru looked slightly sad and. . . .regretful she was still pretty. She always would be to me.

"Aww. . ." She sighed playfully. "I never have been photogenic have I Y/N?" She was speaking as if she was trying to be strong.

"Can I take a picture of you too?" She asked. "P-please?"

I gave her back her precious camera with a toothy grin "Sure."

We were being strong for each other.

She took her last photo and gazed at it lovingly. She held it close to her chest as if to protect it and walked towards Monokuma but not before saying

"Thank you Y/N, I'll never forget you."

Monokuma decided he was bored and suddenly cried:

"Now then, I've prepared a very special punishment for Mahiru Koizumi, the Ultimate Photographer!

Lets give it everything we've got! It's. . . PUNISHMENT TIIME! 

She found herself in a deserted ruin. She assumed that the execution would be more. . . . .active. . . not being in a ruin with what she now saw was a photo album. Her curiosity told her to pick it up and look.

Inside were pictures of her and as she progressed a white hand appeared behind her too. It reached out and clamped down on her neck. Each picture was much too graphic as it showed her being strangled and finished with her lying limply on the floor.

Mahiru's face grew more and more horrified as she flicked through the seemingly harmless pages.

A camera started flashing and taking shoots. She tried to push the camera away, all the while holding on tightly to the picture of me. However, a white hand came up behind her as she struggled with the camera and gripped on to her neck.

The pictures from the album were played out with great accuracy and detail. 

"Y-Y/N. . ." Mahiru breathed out. The white hand held her in the air and Mahiru's feeble and weak attempt to hold onto our picture was in vain as it slipped from her hand. 

"No. . . " She meekly cried as she was lazily dropped onto the floor. She reached out to grab the photo in front of her. Your smile captured in the photo tugged at her heart.

"Please!" She gasped

But it was too late, her hand dropped to the cold, stone floor.

Mahiru Koizumi was dead.

I hope this was okay >.< 

I actually feel like I did alright but if I can improve anything let me know!

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