sweet tooth | byakuya togami x reader | danganronpa, trigger happy havoc

gym cont.

"She's got it! If you can murder a classmate and get away with it, you're free to leave!" Monokuma exclaimed, much too proud of this horrible scheme, "Bludgeoning, stabbing, electrocuting, cursing, beating, strangling, you name it! Whatever method works!"

The visual image that had just been put into my mind was too much to handle, and for someone with the title 'Ultimate Delinquent' I sure am much too squeamish for my own liking. Before I could properly react it became too much, and I stumbled to the back of the group only to double over and empty whatever I'd managed to eat beforehand onto the floor.

Usually it was just blood that I couldn't handle seeing, but the mental image of death was too much for my stomach to handle

Everyone went on with their protesting as I sat at the back of the group, coughing almost violently. I felt hands in my hair, long fingers pulling the strands back out of my face as I retched.

"I hope you know that the authorities will find out about this," A rather powerful and strong voice said from right behind me, the one holding my hair back. That had to be Togami, there was no doubt that was his voice.

However, the rest of the conversation evaded my ears, as I had enough information. I zoned out, not bothering to move from the floor. My head was filled with thoughts of how to get out of here, and I decided that must be my number one priority.

It was only when there was a hand in front of my face that I realised I also needed to get off the floor.

I took it, accepting the help to stand. I first turned behind me to see where that Togami kid was, only to be met with his back as he walked away.

"Are your knees okay? You stacked pretty hard back there," The guy in front of me asked, the one with the big hair. What was his name again? Yasuhiro? "I'm, like, 60% sure the paneling is fake. There is probably concrete under it or something."

"Sure felt like it," I mutter between grit teeth, taking note of the bruising starting to form, "But thank you, anyway. Has anyone got a plan for what we are supposed to do next? Standing around doesn't seem to be our best option."

"Yeah, we were gonna—" Yasuhiro didn't even get to finish his sentence, a loud ruckus from across the gym cutting him off and drawing my attention elsewhere. Before I could really process what was happening, there was a loud shout and all of a sudden Naegi was on the floor

It only took a split second to realise that it had been Mondo, the pompadour kid, to knock poor Makoto unconscious. Once again all proper sense of judgement flew out the window and I found myself storming over there.

"Hey! What the fuck was that for?" I yelled, unable to control my emotions. I had no talent, just a weird habit of getting myself into arguments that don't involve me.

Unlike my retaliation against Byakuya earlier, there wasn't a hint of surprise in Mondo's face, as if he had no problem with getting into a fight with me, "You gotta problem with how I do things? Wanna be next, princess?"

Those words were degrading and tantalising, something I couldn't stand. This guy was far taller than me, and probably stronger too, but that didn't stop the crude words from coming out of my mouth, "No, but you've just put yourself at the top of my list for murder suspects. Bet you'll be the first one to fold under pressure, you've got muscles where your brains are supposed to be."

I wasn't nearly prepared for what came next. A strong hand gripped the collar of my button up shirt, slamming me backwards into the solid wall behind me. My head bounced off the wall, a ringing coming to my ears.

"If you don't stop being a little bitch you're gonna be the first one I come after! Doesn't matter what your ultimate is, I could squash you like a fly." Mondo raised his voice, yelling right in my face. As if it was some sort of fight or flight response, my leg flung out and kicked him hard in the shin.

It was enough shock for him to let go of me, and I saw him cocking his fist. But before he could land his next attack, a hand was around my arm and firmly yanking me back and out of the line of fire.

"That's enough! You're both acting like children," The voice was in front of me, and as the adrenaline came down I realised it was Byakuya who had put himself between me and Mondo, and was still gripping onto my arm as if apprehending me.

Actually, I couldn't say he was wrong. I hadn't been paying all that much attention to my actions and instead just acted without thinking. Starting up fights with these people wasn't the best idea, but it was a little hard to resist when said people were absolute dicks.

"I don't care what you imbeciles decide to do, but this is the last time I'll be stopping you from arguing like this," Byakuya didn't sound at all happy to be breaking up this little fight, but his voice radiated authority and had everyone listening, "Keep this up and next time someone might get seriously hurt, if not killed."

I tried to pry his hand off of my arm, wanting to go and move on. However he didn't seem to be too keen on that, and tightened his hold on me.

"And you," He started, glaring me in the eyes. Of course, I glared right back, "Just about anyone in this room could easily overpower you. If you don't want to get yourself seriously hurt, you'd better shut your mouth."

And then, as if I was the most disgusting creature on earth, he let go of me and left out those massive gym doors. He was damn annoying, but I had to give him some credit, because if he hadn't grabbed me then I would not be standing right now.

Whatever, I'd better make myself useful so I don't have to see his stupid ass save me again. First stop, the kitchen, my mouth still tastes horrible and I need a drink.

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[ author note: wow this took me ages but it was very fun 😌 yes so i love yasuhiro and he has my whole heart, that is it ]