danganronpa one shots book!!

liar liar - nagito komaeda

*A/N*

YEEEEEAAS more killing game stuff

Nagato Komado time again because I LOVE my king SO MUCH 😔😔🥺

Um anyway I always wanted to write a fic like this so YEAH 😳

This is pretty short!! (for my standards anyway LMAO) I'm trying to stop making all my one shots 4000+ words long LMAO

Gross sweaty despair man time😎😎😎😎

word count : 1842

You wake up surprisingly early. So early, in fact, that Monokuma hasn't even made his morning announcement yet. Stretching, you glance out the window of your cabin to be greeted with the sun only just peeking up over the horizon.

Your stomach decides to make your hunger abundantly clear with the abnormally loud noise it makes and you shower and get dressed before heading to the restaurant, a book tucked under your arm. You've got roughly an hour before the morning announcement so you might as well waste some time reading.

When you arrive at the restaurant you immediately feel the shift in atmosphere; it wouldn't exactly take a detective to realise you're not alone. Your hairs stand up on end and you hug yourself in an attempt to calm down. Would it be better to just wait in your cabin? Wake someone up? You don't want to bother anyone but you're unable to shake the weird feeling that washed over you as soon as you crossed the threshold into the restaurant.

You uneasily take a seat at the table closest to the door and take your book out. A small part of your mind of your mind won't stop nagging you, telling you this is an awful idea, that you should leave, and the more logical part of you finally agrees. "Fuck this shit," you mumble as you move to leave before you're ultimately stopped.

A pair of soft, albeit extremely sweaty hands clamp over your eyes.

Yelping in both shock and fear, you hurl your book in the general direction of whatever just attacked you and squeeze your eyes shut.

"Ow ..."

Hearing the soft voice, you open your eyes cautiously to find no other than Nagito sprawled on the floor, rubbing his very red cheek and smiling a little too widely ...

"That didn't hurt at all!"

Gasping, you grab his hand and pull him up, standing on your tiptoes to search his face for any fatal injuries when you notice how weirdly sweaty he is. You place a hand on his forehead and almost snatch it away due to the heat radiating off of him. "Oh dude ... you're, like, really burning up right now. Do you want some water or something?" He laughs, planting his hands on your shoulders as he says, "I hate how close you are to me right now ..."

Your face reddens in embarrassment as you awkwardly take a few steps back and mumble out an apology.

The bright smile never leaves Nagito's face as he hums, "yes ... stay away from me. Don't come near me at all."

What the hell?

You know Nagito's kind of a weirdo, but he's always been a little nicer to you than he is to everyone else. You regularly have semi- normal conversations that don't completely revolve around hope and you could even say you've developed a small crush on the boy, so his behaviour now is out of the ordinary, even for him.

"I'm not sorry for the things I said ... I also think you look horrible this morning and I don't want to look at you."

You just stare at him blankly as he continues to insult you, your face growing redder and redder in embarrassment.