Danganronpa Parents!

They find your bra

 (A/N: Clearing out the drafts)  

Makoto: 

        Opening the front door, you walked into your house and took off your shoes. "Dad, I'm home!" You yelled. "It was a half day at school, so we all got to go home earl- What the hell!?" Walking further into the house, you met your father's gaze from inside the living room. 

    Upon hearing your voice, he immediately froze in place before nervously turning his head in your direction. Staring at himself in the living room mirror—posing—your father had been shirtless, wearing your pink bra. 

   "Hey, honey. Welcome home!" He stated anxiously, turning around entirely this time. 

    You stared at him in confusion, "Why are you wearing my bra!? Take it off! If you were gonna do something like this then at least wear mom's!" He quickly adhered to your orders and tried to remove it. Tried.

    Tried. He may be a married man, but he still couldn't take off a bra without at least a small struggle. 

     Chihiro: (Tween, middle-school age) 

       Humming a small tune, Chihiro balanced a laundry basket on his hip while he toured the house. Once again, it was time to do laundry, meaning he would have to scourer the bedrooms, bathroom, and the hallway for any loose clothing. 

     The basket was merely 1/6 full when he entered your room. Picking up all of your clothes that had been scattered across the floor, he threw them all in the basket. As he walked over to your bed to take your sheets, he realized that he had yet to look underneath your bed. 

    Setting the basket down on the bare mattress and getting on his knees, he looked underneath... clean! Surprising. Just as he was about to resume working, he noticed something underneath your 3 drawer nightstand in his peripheral vision. After scooting over to the drawers, he stuck his hand underneath. 

     He moved around until he finally came in contact with something; it felt very fluffy, did he grab a pillow? Pulling it out, he came face to face with a bra. 

     "Chiaki's bra must've ended up in (Y/N)'s room." He mumbled to himself. Using the nightstand as a helping hand, he stood up, ready to toss it into the laundry, but he stopped himself. He began to dwell on the mystery of the bra. "How did it get under there?" 

     Looking back at the item in question, he noticed something, "...No, this is too small to be Chiaki's. Hm..." He trailed off in thought, but he soon understood, "Oh... When did (Y/N) start wearing these?" He questioned aloud. Shrugging, he sighed before adding them to the basket and discarding any further questions he had about it. Continuing his laundry agenda, he didn't even speak about it or question you once you got home from your school. 

    Togami: (Teenager, young-adult age) 

        With a book in hand, Byakuya headed toward his office after lunch. With his eyes focusing on the book, he neglected to look in front of him causing him to accidentally step on something. Upon feeling something other than the floor beneath him, he moved his eyes to his feet. It was a shirt. 

       Picking it off of the floor, he inspected it. Somehow, someway, Byakuya managed to determine that the cotton pink tank top was yours instead of his. Lowering the shirt, he noticed a large rainbow color scheme of clothes littered throughout the hallway, ending at your room. He picked up every single one: shirt, pants, belt, left sock, right sock, cotton hair-tie, and finally, bra. All of the clothes were draped over his arm while an angry lecture was brewing in his head.