Hope [Danganronpa x Reader]

Touch [Izuru Kamukura x Blind!Mute!F!Reader]

"Ah, there's my favorite girl!" Junko Enoshima shrieked in joy, entering the room. She sat down in front of the blind girl, grabbing her hand.

(Y/N) immediately gave the fashionista's hand a squeeze before playing with her perfectly manicured hand. She smiled, staring straight ahead, her dull eyes not being able to actually see the girl in front of him.

"So, how has school been?" Junko questioned casually. "They aren't treating you poorly, are they? Because I swear to God-"

The blind female held up her hand, stopping her. Her slender fingers moved in fast sign language as she communicated with the girl.

'It's fine. No need to panic.' (Y/N) silently giggled. 'They're all very accepting. I like them. It's a good thing the Class Rep understands sign language like you do.'

"Yes, you are very lucky," Junko replied, twirling a strand of her own strawberry-blonde hair around her finger. "There's been something I've been meaning to tell you, (Y/N)."

(Y/N)'s face morphed into one of concern. She tilted her head. 'What's going on?'

Junko leaned closer to the girl. "Some things are going to change very soon, alright? I just need you to promise you'll stay with me. I don't want you getting hurt."

'Of course!' (Y/N) grinned.

The fashionista smiled. "That's very good to hear, (Y/N). Now, I've got to leave. I'll see you tomorrow."

After she left the room, Junko smiled. Her plan to infect the world with Despair would be put into action soon. She just needed to make sure all her pawns were in the right place - including (Y/N).

She felt pity for poor (Y/N). Being both blind and mute was hard. She had grown attached to the girl. But she knew she wouldn't feel any Despair if she killed her - just pathetic.

So Junko vowed to protect the girl. (Y/N) was going to part of her little plan even if she didn't know it.

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'Where are we going?' (Y/N) asked Junko as they headed down the hall. She had a firm grip on the girl's hand, letting her lead her through the school.

"Oh, I just need to pick up a friend," Junko told her, a wicked grin on her face. "I think you'll like him, (Y/N) dear. He's very...complicated."

Nodding, she walked with Junko and her sister, Mukuro, through the school. Little did she know that she was being led to the school's lab where the Ultimate Hope was being held.

(Y/N) grew confused as they had traveled quite a long way. She tapped Junko's hand, gaining her attention.

'Are we still in the school? It feels...different here.'

Touch was everything to (Y/N). It was how she distinguish what was what. She loved feeling different textures, and she could tell as they walked down the hall that this certainly wasn't anywhere she had been before.

"You just haven't been here before," Junko explained, tapping her cheek affectionately. "Just trust me on this, okay?"

After a while, they arrived at the lab where Junko's friend was being held. The trio burst into his room, the smile on Junko's face wide.

"We're busting you out of here, Kamukura!" Junko sang, a bright smile on her face.

The long-haired man turned around. His eyes narrowed, focusing on (Y/N). "Who is that?"