Hope [Danganronpa x Reader]

Kazuichi Souda//Sarcasm

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️
Deals with suicide and self harm.

Sarcasm
Kazuichi Souda x Suicidal!Tsundere!F!Reader

(Y/N) started to drown out the voice of the boy sitting next to her. He was a nice boy and all, but sometimes he made her feel odd. When he talked, she would get this weird bubbly feeling.

"You've got me shaking from the way you're talking."

She glanced over at Kazuichi Souda, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I didn't hear you."

"I'm just really glad you're my friend, (Y/N)." He slung an arm around her shoulders, flashing her a toothy smile.

"Oh." She looked down at her food and continued eating.

"My heart is breaking but there's no use crying."

Kazuichi laughed and (Y/N) felt a bit uncomfortable. Her emotions were getting in the way again.

She wasn't used to being around people. Before she attended Hope's Peak Academy, she was homeschooled. She hadn't really been taught about how people act.

"What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes. If I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die."

(Y/N) began to feel a bit queasy and stood up, her face green in hue. "Excuse me for a second."

She darted out of the cafeteria to the nearest bathroom. She felt utterly nauseous but just couldn't puke.

Was it him making her feel this way?

* * *

"Look at her! She's so sickly! Does she even eat?" A girl gawked, whispering to her friend.

"She just acts like this for attention," her friend scoffed.

(Y/N) looked down at her feet, ignoring the ridicule she was receiving from her peers.

"Sticks and stones could break my bones. But anything you say will only fuel my lungs."

She speed-walked to her room, her lungs seeming to be filled with a sticky tar like substance, making it impossible to breathe. She slammed her door shut, a sob escaping her mouth.

With a cry of pain, she slumped against the door. She hiccuped and brought a knife against her pale wrist. She just wanted to be loved.

Pink, sticky blood oozed out of the fresh cut. It stung for a moment but she relaxed, enjoying the pain. Blood dripped on the floor as she cried.

"Don't mind us, we're just spilling our guts. If this is love, I don't wanna be loved. You pollute the room with a filthy tongue. Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up."

(Y/N) began to digest the words people had said about her.

Attention hog.

Anorexic.

Hore.

She buried her face in her knees. Tears streamed down her face as she bit back the bile that rose up in her throat.

"Don't mind us, we're just spilling out guts. If this is love, I don't wanna be hangin' by the neck before an audience of death."

* * *

"You're so odd, (Y/N)!" Kazuichi laughed as they walked down the hallway.

"I hadn't noticed," (Y/N) quietly responded. She kept her eyes on the end of the hall, ignoring the stares of her fellow classmates.