•Love Suite• {Danganronpa Oneshots/Short Stories}

❤️ Kaito x Maki (Happy Hotel) ❤️

Inspired by Hazbin Hotel

Kaito leaned against the hotel doors, thoughts rushing through his head after what happened that day. He remembered getting humiliated on national tv. 666 news was not kidding when they said that this project wasn't going to work. Hell, he would be surprised if it didn't.

"C'mon Kaito, we can't just stop." Maki told the demon with a small frown, playing around with a knife she had in her hand.

The purple haired boy just growled under his breath, sitting up once more. "Well after Kokichi's performance on the news we're practically done for..." "Hey! Not cool!" The small gremlin laughed as he snorted another hit of cocaine, giggling under his breath. "He's High right?" "Yep."

Kaito flinched, hearing a knock on the door, pounding to the beat of 'Do You Wanna Draw A Pentagram?' Kaito stared at Maki for a few seconds before standing up and opening the door.

He froze, face turning pale. Standing there was a man, no. A demon, wearing a ripped green suit, chains hanging off of it and a sparkling green bow tie, followed by ripped pants and a cane with a microphone at the end of it. His hair flashed a light like green, and his eyes flew a terrifying ruby red that sent shivers down Kaito's spin.

"Hel-"

Kaito slammed the door, looking at Maki for a few seconds before opening it again.

"-lo."

He slammed the door once more. "H-Hey Maki?" The purple haired by stuttered, his eyes wider than an insect. She huffed. "What?" "T-The radio demon is at the door-"

"WHAT?!" She exclaimed, dropping her knife and glaring at the door, hearing a faint static noise from the other side. Kaito began to hyper ventilate. Outside their hotel was the co-leader of hell. No one really knew his name, and so they addressed the green haired boy as the 'Radio Demon' since his voice sounded like a broken box television. "What do I do!?" Kaito asked as Kokichi just watched, an amused grin on his face as he took another hit of cocaine.

Maki scoffed and picked up her knife. "Don't let him in!"

Kaito turned back to the door, the static sounds didn't leave the area. No way was he going to leave that quickly. A few thoughts ran through Kaito's head before he sighed and nervously pushed open the door, revealing the devil once more. "May I speak now?" He asked, his voice once again sounding like static. Kaito rolled his arms and shakily sighed. "You may-"

"Names Rantaro Amami, It's a pleasure to meet you sir! Quite a pleasure! I saw your little stunt on the picture show and I just couldn't resist. What a performance!"

Rantaro greeted, inviting himself in as a genuine laugh escaped his throat. His eyes glew a little as he made eye contact with Momota.

"I mean honestly, I haven't been that entertained since the stock market days in 1929!"

"Hold it right there." The sudden conversation ended when Maki pointed a knife at his throat, glaring her terrifying glare. However Rantaro didn't seem to care. Not the slightest bit. "Oh? What's this?"

"I know your game, and I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone here you pompas, loud mouth, cheesy talk show shit lord!" She threatened. "Damn! Now that's what I called an insult!" Kokichi chimed in as he clapped his hands, falling over from dizziness.

"Oh trust me... if I wanted to hurt someone."

Rantaro's face darkened and his eyes looked like they became a broken television, along with his tone of voice.

"I would have done so already..."

The group was silent from the sudden scare, making Maki huff and place her weapon down. Rantaro's spook show ended when his eyes turned red once more and he sang.

"Well than, I came here because I want to help!"