Visionary Hope-(Danganronpa 3 Despair arc x Male Reader)

That Can't Be Good

(In case anyone forgot about the voting system regarding lemons for this story, the majority said they wanted to stay and the girl who got the most votes for one  was Sonia. It'll happen next chapter.)

(Chapter 33)

(3rd P.O.V)

"Hey, who's box of really sharp, kinda dangerous looking weapons are- why am I even asking." Y/N picked up a box of Japanese weapons and walked to Peko. "These yours?"

"Yes." She calmly said while taking the box and walking away with them. While she walked away with the box Y/N noticed that Chiaki was struggling to carry a box full of things.

"Want me to carry that for you Chiaki?" he asked

Chiaki spun around with the box in her arms, almost knocking a desk down. "Are you sure? This is really heavy."

"No worries, I got it." He walked over to her and held onto it.

"Ok". Chiaki immediately let go of the box and left all the weight to Y/N. He nearly stumbled to the floor and dropped the box. She definitely wasn't kidding when she said it was really heavy. Y/N struggled to keep it in his grasp. Chiaki looked at him with concern. "Um, you sure you don't want my help? I'm sure we could both do it."

"Ahah, don't worry Chiaki I got." He said with a clear wobble in his voice. He then wakes out the classroom with the box still in his grip firmly. Chiaki shrugged while picking up her much lighter box of stuff.

Y/N awkwardly swayed his body left to right slightly as he carried the box full of god knows what to their new classroom. What made the trip worse was the fact he had to carry them up a flight of stairs. While going up to the new classroom he could see some workers, who had just finished doing the final touches on the new building this day, going back down carrying some heavy bits of equipment. Y/N assumed they were just making g sure to collect everything before leaving.

Once he eventually got up to their floor and into the class, he slumped the box onto the nearest desk he could find and leaned forward on the desk to catch his breath.

He felt a barrage of playful taps on his shoulder. He crooked his head to the side to see his teacher Yukizome, smiling at him. How he didn't notice her there from the get go was way beyond him. "C'mon now mister." She said while grabbing his arms and pulling him up so he was standing up straight. "There's still plenty to do." Yukizome tightened her apron and went off.

Y/N stretched his arms a little, still feeling the burn from carrying the heavy load. "Round two I guess."

Chiaki came walking in and put her box down on the desk next to Y/N's. "... you look tired."

"Ah that was nothing. You should see what Sakura and Nekamoru make me do." Y/N said while stretching.

"Right. No need to act all macho to impress me."

Y/N could feel his face heat up. "Hey, I'm not acting all tough I just thought... yknow..."

Chiaki giggled. "I'm only kidding." Just then they could see Mulan struggling to carry a tall stack of boxes. Y/N was about to go over to help but Chiaki held his arm. "I'll help her. Why don't you go help bring some of the heavier stuff, Mr. Toughie."

Y/N smiled while rolling his eyes. He left there new class and pondered to himself while walking to the old school building. "Wonder if all that training is starting to affect my mind... what if I start acting like Akane?" he thought.

Almost too conveniently, Akane blazed past him holding a dangerous amount of stuff. She ran into their new class and he could here a loud clunk, which Y/N assumed was her dripping all the stuff. "Hah, second round! Now for the third." Akane's voice hollered. She then went running past Y/N again to get more stuff.