Danganronpa x Male Reader (one-shots) (CLOSED REQUESTS)

Nagito Komeade

this was supposed to be maki harukawa's oneshot but i CANT WRITE ONE cause its hard for me to write for her but @SHSLSprinter if you have any senerios for maki please let me know i totally want to write for her

NOTES FOR THE CHAPTER:
•Nagito is a Yandere
•You are know for having an unknown Ultimate but youre really the Ultimate Debator, meaning that you are great in arguments and problems and are a master at manipulating others

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~Nagito's POV~
-After the first trial

I made my way back to my room slowly. I knew everyone would think of me different since my true colors were shown at the trial, but I noticed he didn't look scared of me.

(yn) (ln). Probably the only man to ever make me quiver or falter. I'd do anything for him.

During the trial, once I revealed that I indeed tried to kill Byakuya, he gave me a look that stuck out like a beacon in the sky. He looked slightly curious and looked me up and down the whole time I explained my reasons. He also seemed to think as he watched my every move from then on. It's not like I minded anyways.

At least he knows I exists. A worthless being reduced to rubble next to the shining beacons of hope here and the magnificence of (yn)'s presence makes me demote to dust in the wind.

Of course it did, that was obvious. Nothing can outshine him.

I finally arrived at my room, unlocked the door and stepping inside, but I got shoved inside a bit. I got to the center of my room and turned around to see what it was and saw . . . him in my room. He shut and locked the door, turning back to me and locking his (ec) eyes with mine.

"(y-yn). . . ." I stuttered quietly.

"Sorry to intrued at such a late hour," he replied, leaning his back against the closed door, "but I couldn't get what you said at the trial out of my head."

He . . . thought of me. He actually thought of my lowly name in his perfect head. And his voice, just as smooth and precise as ever.

"W-Why couldn't you?" I then asked.

He looked down at his (pants/shorts) and glanced his eyes up at me. "Well, I just thought . . . maybe you could help me."

I gulped. Anything. I'll do it I don't care what, I'll do it. "W-With what?"

He lifted his head and walked closer to me, the sort of shy look he had on removed itself and he turned more confident.

"That thing you said about want to kill or be killed for hope . . . was that true?" I didn't move. Why would he want something like that from me? Unless he's offering to kill me, then of course I'll accept. Why wouldn't I?

I heard him hum to himself. "It's alright." He turned around and headed for the exit, turning his head to the left a bit to finish. "Not everyone is brave enough to keep their word on things."

I grew scared. He wanted to have me help in a killing scheme and I can't even respond because him just standing here turns me into a block of ice. Either way, I couldn't let him leave, so as he opened the door, I spoke.

"I would never lie about wanting hope to overtake despair. I'd do whatever it takes to make that happen." He turned back to me and I blushed a bit. "A-And whatever it takes to make you happy."

His look became innocent, like a child being promised candy if they were good. "Really?" he asked, his voice filled to the brim with hope. I nodded quickly and his face twisted into a mischevious grin as he walked over to me.

"'Whatever it takes'?" he repeated. I nodded.

"Great. Meet me at the center island tomorrow."

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Not suggested by anyone I just thought this sounded good, even though its pretty rushed. I just wanted to post SOMETHING

ALSO PLEASE GIVE ME SITUATIONS TO WRITE THIS IS HARDER THAN I THOUGHT LOL