+ "Crackheads" - DISCONTINUED - A Danganronpa V3 Chat-fic +

Chapter Twelve - Stop.

⚠️ Potential Triggers: Katanas, mention of dead animals <3 ⚠️

"Stop,"

"Just stop, Ouma." Shuichi's breath began to stabilize. "What did I do?" Kokichi said, his mouth left open in shock. Even though he knew the painful truth, it was easier to face a lie. Shuichi hung his head, a light smirk dancing upon his face. He had over-reacted, that was true. But who was Kokichi to act like he was innocent?

"Sometimes, I close my eyes and imagine my life before the killing game," Shuichi began to speak slowly. "I loved Danganronpa. I loved it because everyone was so confident. It- It gave me confidence!" he tried to defend a point that didn't need defending. Nonetheless, Kokichi nodded. "Why was I so stupid..." Shuichi's voice became quiet as he let out a shaky laugh.

"So... how does this relate to me being a lying little bitch?" Kokichi questioned as he laughed, sitting down next to Shuichi on the bench. After no response, he turned to his see no one there. "Saihara?" he sounded confused, a shit-eating grin still plastered on his face.

And then

everything

was

static.

All he could see were memories.

Memories of him and Shuichi.

"Ouma?"

"Ouma!"

"Ouma~Kun?"

"Kokichi?"

"Kokichi!"

Kokichi's eyes fluttered open, still sitting at the bench with a worried Shuichi who's hands were gripped tightly around his shoulders. "Hey! I'm awake," he blurted out, "I was too busy getting lost in my wonderful, beautiful thoughts!" he continued, regaining his composure. Shuichi looked incredibly annoyed but still relieved. Trying to ignore the subject at hand, they began to discuss meaningless things.

"I used to own a pet cat..." Shuichi began, solemnly, "and then it got run over..." his voice became quieter. Kokichi looked horrified, putting an arm around Shuichi despite still looking as if death consumed his soul. Shuichi laughed lightly. "That was probably u- uncalled for, I j- just wanted to c- change the topic and-"

"Shuichi! Shut the fuck up!"

"T- That's a bit harsh-" "Noted," Kokichi started as his grip around Shuichi's shoulder. Kokichi's consolation, though confusing, still helped.

They laughed at the absurdity of it all. Kokichi kept trying to divert the conversation and, somehow, it worked. Shuichi kept playing into Kokichi's lies, refusing to discuss what had happened. But it was peaceful like this. No one screamed, no one cried. It was all okay.

"What if Tsumugay..." Kokichi looked deep in thought, "What if Tsumugay wasn't the mastermind?" Shuichi raised an eyebrow, before letting out an awkward laugh. "What do you mean?" he said. "What if it was me?" Kokichi jumped onto the bench, pulling a pose. "Bow down to me, peasant!" he looked down at Shuichi, who was trying hard to conceal his giggles.

He reached out his hand, and Shuichi reluctantly took it. "Ah, won't people see us?" he questioned Kokichi, "It's ten in the evening!" Kokichi responded confidently. They both stood on a lone park bench, the only light being that of nearby streetlights.

"Kokichi! Give my hat back!"

"I'm not going to, stupid!"

"Kokichi!"

"Are you going to chase me around the whole campus?"

"What do you mean-"

Kokichi smirked as he pulled Shuichi in close. "H- Huh?" he stuttered out as Kokichi pulled both of them off of the bench and onto the pathway.