danganronpa one shots book!!

scared - fuyuhiko kuzuryuu (NSFW!!)

Finally a fic set in da killing game!!

Gender neutral reader :0!!

Also short ass reader fo da fic I like bein smaller than da bf idk about u guys doe

word count : 2516

Slumping down further in your seat, you lie your head on the wooden table as silence engulfs you.

Not even an hour ago, you watched one of your friends get executed.

Everyone else had left the trial room and went to their respective cabins in silence but you knew better- you weren't getting any sleep tonight following today's events.

So here you are now in the restaurant with your head resting on the table as your body slouches in defeat. Your mind races, yelling at you to go back to your cabin, that you're too vulnerable out here, that someone could easily kill you, but you don't care. You can't help but focus on the weird empty feeling that envelopes you.

"Hey."

Your head snaps up at the sound of a voice. Looking in the direction it came from, you're met with its source: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu.

You won't lie to yourself, ever since you woke up in that classroom you've been drawn towards the yakuza. Maybe it's the fact that, despite his short stature, he's still taller than you or that every other word that comes out of his mouth is either "fuck", "shit" or "bitch." Maybe it's that he's slightly nicer to you than he is to everyone else.

You don't know what it is about him that's so appealing. But it's something.

He slides into the seat across from you, staring at you pointedly. You lift your head to meet his gaze, the intense expression on his face unreadable.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he suddenly snaps, his words hitting you like bullets as his eyes narrow. Staring at him blankly, your unfazed expression only seems to anger him more.

"You know you could literally get fucking murdered right now?! I coulda just killed you when I walked in here, do you even know how fucking lucky you are that it was me who came here and someone like Nagito or some shit didn't?!"

He only stops shouting when he sees the tears rolling down your face.

You don't even notice you're crying at first until you hear the tears hit the wooden table. Sniffing, you wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket and smile at him weakly. "Hey ... I'm- I'm sorry about that. Please don't cry ... I was just ... worried," his tone is a lot softer now, his eyebrows pinched with worry as he hesitantly reaches across the table and takes your hand.

"I don't know if it'll make you feel any better but ... let me walk you back to your cabin. Please." His voice is laced with concern, but his face lights up slightly when you nod your head.

His hand doesn't leave yours for a second as you both begin the walk back to your cabin and you feel a blush slowly creep up your face, silently thanking God that it's dark. You walk in silence, your mind only being able to focus on how abnormally nice Fuyuhiko is being. When you reach your cabin, he squeezes your hand in reassurance as you open the door.

His hand slowly begins to leave yours but you spin around, grabbing his forearm as panic begins to swamp you. "No wait, don't- don't go ... please don't go I ... can't be alone. I'm scared, Fuyuhiko."

Your voice comes out barely a whisper and his face softens as he closes the door, his hand reaching down and lacing your fingers together once more. Gathering yourself, you reach forward and pull him into a hug, burying your face in his chest; at first, he completely stiffens up and you scream internally that you've taken it one step too far, before he relaxes, looping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. He rubs your sides soothingly as he absentmindedly plants a kiss on your head, causing your entire face to heat up.