Danganronpa v1 [Talentswap] [Female reader: You are Mukuro]

Chapter 1.4: Death of the Author

For the next few days, there was an uneasiness in the air that made it difficult of everyone, including myself, to relax around each other. Makoto suggested that that we still eat together for breakfast. His reasoning was that hopefully it would help the camaraderie and we could put all our bad thoughts aside. However, I could not suspend my suspicion that it was also simply to keep people within eyesight of each other. It was a morbid thought, but if that was part of his reasoning... it made sense.

I mostly kept to myself. I had always been somewhat of a reserved, so it really wasn't much different from usual. Nevertheless, it was disappointing. By choice or by opportunity, I'd never been one for socializing. However, despite the circumstances, I'd sort of begun to enjoy the company of others. So noticing that I was falling back into old habits was difficult.

Even Junko wasn't one hundred percent herself. She did seem to be spending a lot time with me, something which I'd grown to appreciate.

Aside from my sister, the person that I probably spent the most time with was Makoto. He was just a very friendly person, and I found myself drawn to him. Most of our conversation involved polite small-talk, but there was something comforting about how trivial it all was. Despite being 'moral compass', he was surprisingly relaxed and laid-back--which was definitely a breath of fresh air in comparison to the intense personalities I'd come to know. I also was beginning I realize I had misjudged him. Upon first impression he seemed to be very soft spoken, but that was only in the day-to-day. When he wanted, he could actually be an assertive and strong leader, and the more time I spent with him, the more I grew to respect him.

In short, he was a really easy person to like.

Once in our conversations, he spoke to me about his belief in trusting other. Believing in the good of humanity and that is what gave him hope. He also explained to me that this belief was what informed his life, and was also why he received (or more so stumbled) upon his title. It wasn't really a goal of pursuit: he just really wanted to strive for that moral goodness that he believed in. He wanted to make a positive impact on others, and maybe provide the support and example others needed to also do some good in the world.

Perhaps his beliefs were naive. After all, he wasn't a detective. I seriously doubted he'd never seen the things I'd seen, so it was hard to take him seriously at times. If people were all good all the time, there would be no need for detectives. However, his optimism was so palatable that it was kind of contagious. Even this grim, world-weary detective wanted to believe in this "goodness of humanity" when I was with him.

The unease that had settled in the atmosphere for the past few days was beginning to diminish, not just for me but for everyone. By this time, the group breakfasts were pretty much carried out from force of habit. Not to mention, if we tried to get out of it, Makoto would simply cajole us back into going. He was surprisingly effective in his powers of persuasion.

Regardless, even if we were adhering to the to the group breakfast agreement, people definitely did not feel pressured to change the pace of their daily routines. In general, people fell somewhere on a spectrum: from the early risers to the people who seemed to consider time as a non-issue. I usually fell somewhere in the middle. I'd always considered promptness to be at least of some importance, but, not being an early bird, it was hard for me to really seize the day with a sense of urgency.

Junko was one of those early risers. Which was at first surprising, but perhaps considering her profession it made sense. Idols were incredibly busy people. On more than one occasion she had rung the bell to my room to come down to breakfast only to find that I was still sleeping. The fact that my sister could not only wake up but also get herself fixed up all pretty and still somehow be done earlier than I could even wake was both baffling and impressive.