Ain't My Fault (DRA/SDRA2 One-Shots and Short Stories)

Hajime Makunouchi (Short Story) ; High Hopes

  " Are you trying to kill a punching bag?" Micah asked, her eyes slightly widening as she watched Hajime, who only smiled.

  " I guess I went a little far," he chuckled, stepping back as he glanced over," why are you here?"

  " I've just been checking in with everyone, despite...moving." the redhead shrugged, pushing herself off the wall.

  Hajime shrugged as well, taking his boxing gloves off and taking the wrappings off as well. He looked at his hand, which were all scarred up. Not from his profession, but something entirely different.

  " Sooo, why'd you even choose boxing? You could've chose anything," Micah said, tilting her head slightly as she pulled herself up and hung upside down from a pull-up pole.

  " I..." Hajime paused, he had his reasons, but didn't know how to put it. He sighed," how about a story?"

  " Great! I like stories," the redhead grinned, yelping when she hit the floor after she lost her grip," please begin."

  " Well..."

***

  Hajime sat in his room, covering his ears as he tried blocking out the screams of his drunken parents.

  Drug addicts, chain smokers, alcoholics.

  What great parents.

  The young ginger haired boy flinched slightly after he heard a glass bottle be smashed against the wall. He didn't want to go and investigate, he already knew what happening.

  He sighed, pulling his legs closer to his chest. He became afraid though once the door to his room was slammed open. Hajime backed away into the corner as his father approached with an empty glass bottle in hand. The ginger held his hands up and cried out in pain once he was hit.

  Pieces of broken glass were in his hands, and the older, drunken man left the room mumbling to himself. Hajime stared at his hands, taking a deep breath as he began taking the pieces out, trying not to cry.

***

  " Hajime...I'm so sorry..." Micah mumbled softly, glancing away as Hajime shrugged slightly.

  " It's not your fault," he mumbled, rewrapping his hands and putting the boxing gloves back on," but...there's still more."

***

  Hajime was pushed onto the concrete, wincing slightly as he looked at his bloody hands.

  " Pink-eyed freak!" the male called out, kicking the ginger in the side. Hajime frowned, pushing himself up and winning as he quietly stared.

  " What? You mad? Oh boo-hoo! You're such a wimp Makunouchi! What are you gonna do, cry-"

  The other male was cut off as Hajime swung his fist, knocking the other male back into the ground. The ginger stared, stepping back and began running away from the scene.

  It was wrong, but he felt so much better...

***

  " I'm guessing there's more?" Micah tilted her head, smiling gently and watching as Hajime smiled as well.

  " You must be the Ultimate Psychic," the boxer laughed, stepping back before he swung at the punching bag, smiling still," there's more."

***

Hajime looked at his scarred hands, taking a deep breath as he stared at the punching bag. He bit his lip, wrapping his hands up and eventually putting the boxing gloves on.

" I'm not going to be like my parents."

One hit to the bag.

" I'm not going to be like those bullies."

Another hit to the bag.

" I'm going to better! I'm going to be healthier, I'm going to be kinder!"

Final hit to the bag before it snapped off the chain and hit he ground. The pink-eyed male stared at the punching bag, smiling slightly.

It wasn't a fake smile, it wasn't evil, it was real.

" You have high hopes kid," a voice called out to him. A stronger male with black hair, with an odd streak of blue going through it.

" And I'm going to succeed, no matter what anyone says," Hajime grinned, watching as the male walked over.

" Nekomaru Nidai, the Ultimate Team Manager," Nekomaru greeted, grinning brightly at the ginger.

" Hajime Makunouchi," he paused," what's an Ultimate?"

" The best of the best! Ultimates go to Hopes Peak Academy, but they have to be scouted. Honestly, I think you'd make it, you have what it takes to be an Ultimate." Nekomaru grinned, punching the male lightly in the shoulder.

Hajime smiled," Gotta have high hopes, so Ill just believe what you say and that I can make it into Hopes Peak."

Nekomaru smiled, before leaving the ginger on his own.

***

Hajime smiled, stepping back from the bunching bag and taking a deep breath," I made it into Hope's Peak, and that's how I met you and the others."

No response

He glanced around and noticed Micah had left, though she had left a note behind. He sighed gently, smiling slightly as he took his gloves off and went to go read the note.

Thanks for sharing your story, now time to learn about the rest of the class. Hopefully they'll share with me!

Hajime sighed gently, giving a weak smile and laughing gently under his breath as he stood up straight.

  " Gotta have high hopes..."

***

  This headcanon story was inspired by Dawn_Yamato who has a really cool SDRA2 one-shot book. So go follow Dawn if you look lots of Danganronpa and Fanganronpa content!

  Also this probably isn't Hajime's real backstory, but I thought it would an okay backstory if it was actually canon. Hope you enjoyed!