danganronpa one shots book!!

secret softie - byakuya togami

*A/N*
First ever danganronpa fic so it had to be of my favourite boy.
Let's just pretend da killing school life never happened </3.
Sorry if it's a little OOC!!
Btw this is so long LMAO Byakuya is my BIGGEST comfort character from danganronpa so I can't help it 🥺

word count : 4721

You were definitely not the type to fall hard, albeit at all, for anyone.

Much less the smug, rich asshole who sat in front of you in math class.

Byakuya Togami.

Yet here you are, gazing intently at the back of his head, your face dusted a delicate shade of pink as you dream up scenarios between you and him instead of doing your algebra assignment. You have your headphones shoved in as you "work" but the frequent love songs playing one after the other distract you from actually getting anything done.

Absentmindedly, you doodle on your school book, pictures of you and him, as you stare at the back of his head, his tantalizing blonde hair controlling your gaze as you daydream about being held by him, going on dates with him, just ... being with him.

The daydreams had become a bit of a problem in recent days, especially when they took a ... darker route; there had been several occasions where you'd snap out of a daydream- usually when your teacher called on you- and your face had been completely flared up and an unattractive shade of beetroot red.

You don't even know when your attraction to him started: you remember absolutely despising him up until a few weeks ago. Maybe it was the sharp angle of his jaw or the way the soft sunlight had hit his face when he turned around in his seat and asked, "can I borrow a pen?" Maybe it was his reserved nature that made you curious as to what- or who- was hiding underneath. Maybe it was-

Your train of thought is rudely interrupted by the feeling of your headphones being sharply torn from your ears and as you look up, prepared to give whichever classmate who committed the crime a piece of your mind, you realise it's Byakuya whose hand your headphones are limply dangling from.

He's fully turned around in his seat and is intently analysing your face, one brow perked up. You quickly realise that you've been staring at him for who knows how long as your eyes widen and your face heats up. His questioning stare doesn't make it any better as you swallow thickly and avert your gaze.

Before you do so, however, you swear you see the corners of his mouth twitch up into ... a smile?

The pair of you sit in silence and you begin to feel the awkwardness settle in. Steeling yourself, you manage to weakly meet his gaze, but any signs of entertainment he may have experienced prior to you acknowledging his stare, is absent from his expression. You offer him a wobbly smile to which he does not return, but you swear you see a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes before he blinks and it's gone.

"Uh," you manage to sputter out dumbly, not really knowing what to do or say as the air becomes thick with discomfort. He takes charge of the conversation and saves you from further embarrassment as he coolly states, "in case you weren't listening, which is kind of obvious, we're doing partner work for extra credit and we can pick our partners."

You begin to thank him for letting you know before he sharply cuts you off with three simple words that make your entire face heat up.

"Work with me."

Stuttering like an idiot you sputter out desperately confused noises but no actual words and he adjusts his glasses, giving you a moment to collect yourself. You force yourself to ask the one question dominating your thoughts: "why?"