Danganronpa One-Shots (1,2,3,v3)

Shuichi Saihara × Suicidal!Reader [Something To Live For..]

A/N: Warning! Suicidal themes! Uh, I did a Bit of research, so.. let's go..?

"Hey, (N)?" Shuichi walked up to me and asked.
"Yeah?" I said, fixing my hair A bit.
"I'm.. feeling kinda down.."
"Here, let's sit down and talk, have some tea, and cookies that Maki Roll made, yeah?" I motioned for him to sit at a chair in front of me, as I grabbed some cookies.
"Ultimate Optimist, really live up to your talent, huh?" He chuckled slightly.
"Hm..?" I twitched a bit when he mentioned my talent. "Oh, well, yeah, I guess." I nodded meekly and served him some tea with my (Non-Dominate) hand.
"Aren't you (Dominant Hand) Handed?" Shuichi asked. Damn it. Detective.
"Hm? Oh, yeah, but, you see, I.." I paused for a moment. "Ugh, what's the word.. I'm trying to be more ambidextrous! That's it." Lie. Thank God that Ouma bastard wasn't here, he would see right through my lies.
"Oh, really?"
"Oh, yeah. It seems interesting." We sat down and started eating and drinking as I gave Shuichi a pep-talk.
  The truth about my (dominant) Hand? Cut. With what? Thumbtack. Did it hurt? Oh, of course it did.

~○~Flash Back~○~

  They grabbed a small thumbtack and a popsicle stick. The optimist shoved the thumbtack into the stick, making sure it was secure. Then, they began hitting themselves on the hand with it. They stared blankly in despite of the pain. Stopping suddenly, the teen looked at their hand, small red dots beginning to form. Wondering, "how do people hurt themselves this much without regretting it?" Tears began to form in their eyes as they shoved the thumbtack into their skin using the force of their hand. Releasing, more blood splurged out of their small hand.
  They breathed heavily, hiding the weapon behind their dresser. Staring at their injured hand, they wrapped it in some bandage that was hidden in their drawers, as to not draw attention to their hand. They finished wrapping it and moved the injured hand slowly at first, open, close, open, close. It hurt.
"Uh, (N)?" A knock came from the optimists door.
"Shuichi..?"

~○~End Of Flash Back~○~

"And, I mean, without you in the trials, we wouldn't be able to even survive them, Shuichi!" I smiled brightly in the ravens direction. The only reason I would live, would be for him. Final answer.
"Thanks, (N). You're great." He smiled sincerely and gave me a tight hug with his slim arms.
"No problem, Sherlock.." Tears crept along my eyes. No. No. I've been doing so good so far. Hiding It. Hiding everything that I've done to myself. Hiding how I've felt for the last year. I was not going to brea--

  I broke.

"(N-N)?" Shuichi grabbed my face as he heard sobs by his ear.
"It's n-nothing." I wiped my tears from my eyes and gave him a fake smile. Well rehearsed though. "It's just that.." I thought of something basic. Something normal. "I don't want to do this anymore!" I yelled out.
"Wh-What do you not want to d-do anymore?" He asked, clearly startled from my force.
  Please say killing game. Please say killing game. "Th-This whole killing game! I'm done with it!" I felt warm tears roll down my cheeks.
"(N-N).." Shuichi grabbed me by the shoulders. "No one does, well, except for Kokichi, even the Ultimate Optimist has breakdowns like th-this.."
  I smiled slightly and wrapped my arms around him once more. He was more optimistic then me about this kind of stuff, and it showed. I've already lost it, wanting to die. Wanting to leave this world for good. A scary thought for normal people, but I get them often.
"Thanks, Shuichi, I feel better now." He had sat me down on one of the chairs in my lab, that was mainly filled with chairs and cookies. A bit odd.
"Ah, a-are you sure?" I looked the raven in his eyes and flicked his ahoge.
"Yes, Sherlock. Promise." Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. A hint of worry clouded his eyes, he was really worried about me.
"O-Of course.." He looked at me once more, remorse shading his neutral look, and left.
  I let out a sigh of relief after he had left. "Not yet." Unconsciously, my hand reached for a kitchen knife I had attached to the bottom of the couch I sat on right now. "Oh, wait, the note." My hand dropped the knife abruptly. "Can't forget about that!" A small smile spread across my face as I opened a small cabinet, that was also in the Ultimate Optimist's lab. In the cabinet was a ballpoint pen, a small envelope, and a wine colored paper.
  I began to write, all of what I said wanting to pour out like a dam in a tsunami, although, I kept my composure, my writing staying calm and using song lyrics to do this.

Clearly I am dying ... I'm scared of my own head ... I'm lying because I say I am fine ... And, if I said that I would live for you for nothing in return, well I'm sorry Mr.Gulible, but lyings all I've learned. -(N) (L/N)

"That works.." I stared at the paper in my hand. "Well, time to.. leave.." My glance darted to the ground, then to the knife I had left on the ground. "Sorry.." Muttering to myself, I looked longingly at the door, hoping for.. something to happen.
"(N-N)?" Another knock came from the door.
"Sherlock!" I exclaimed happily, making my way to the door.
"I, uh, forgot my h-hat.." Shuichi said nervously after I had opened the door.
"Oh?" Turning back, I saw his signature hat. "Right, let me give it to you. Come in!" I motioned for him to come inside my lab.
"Um, okay." The moment he stepped inside, he noticed the knife. Fuck.
"What's Th-This for?!" He asked, pointing directly to the knife on the blue carpet.
"Shuichi, that's not important." I looked up at him with sad eyes. "But, it's not for you. I should never be for you." My face felt warm.
"Wh-Who's it f-for?"
"Me." His lips shivered after I had responded. "Yeah." I grabbed Shuichi's hat and handed it to his still shocked face. "Here, have a good life. Without me in it." I smiled slightly as I picked the knife up without hesitation.
"(N)? What are you doing?!" He reached his arm out to me as I placed the knife to my neck.
"I'm fixing it." I stared directly at him. "Also, if you don't mind, get this out to them, please?" With my other hand, I grabbed the wine colored paper from on top of the cabinet.
"What's th-this?" He asked for the second time today.
"Suicide note." The knife was just about to cut through my skin. My life flashed before my eyes. I was actually going to die. (N) (L/N), Ultimate Optimist, Murdered themselves. All of the times I had laughed, all of the times I had cried, didn't matter now. It was all history. Every project I had stressed over, useless. Every moment spent, with friends, with family, with Shuichi, gone. Meaningless. All I saw infornt of me, was a shocked Shuichi Saihara. I was glad that he was the last thing that I had seen. Glad that he was the last person that I had talked to. The person whom I spent my last moments with. I felt the cold blade touch my warm skin, until it fell out of my hands, to the ground.

From Shuichi

"N-No!" He had thrown the kitchen knife to the floor with tears rolling down his face. "I'm n-not gonna l-l-let you d-do this to y-yourself.." He was stuttering more because of his crying.
"I'm useless, Shuichi."
"No! I'm not going to let the most important person to me kill themselves!" Shuichi wiped his tears with the sleeve of his shirt.
"I-Important?" My breathed hitched as I began to get closer to him.
"I-I.. I really wasn't feeling down, I just wanted to see you again! You're the most important person to me in thus entire world, (N)! Can't you understand that?!" He stared at the knife on the ground as I gradually got closer.
"I.. I love you, Shuichi Saihara. The only thing that I would've missed form this cruel, unforgiving world, would be you." Tears rose up again, and I let them go.
  He turned back to look at me, his eyes said that he felt the same, and our hands met. "I do t-to, (N).." He pulled me closer as his lips touched mine.

"I can be your reason to live, will you be mine?"

(A/N) Hm, that didn't suck as much as I thought it would. Welp, hope you enjoyed! Be prepared for Sayaka Maizono next up! Yuri stuff next! ~Bloop