Danganronpa oneshots

Stupid- no ship

Mondo centric oneshot

Ship: implied Ishimaru Kiyotaka x Mondo Oowada

Angst

TW: there's stuff i just don't know what to call it
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Mondo groaned in annoyance and slammed his head on the desk "How many times have I told ya I don't fuckin get it!" he had complained about not understanding anything in his math class and Taka took it upon himself to start tutoring him. "Mondo, I've explained how to do this multiple times already. It seems like you aren't even paying attention to what I say, you have to at least try." Kiyotaka frowned down at the other man. "I am fucking trying Taka! You don't get it, i'm not smart enough for this school bullshit! Yer so fucking smart and ya teach great too but I still can't get a single thing through my thick head! I should just fucking drop out..." Ishimaru looked at him taken aback but responded angrily "NO! School is a necessary part of everyone's road to success, with-without it you're just giving up on life!"

Mondo jolted up and slammed his hands on the desk then yelled, "Well maybe i'm just fucking destined to fail then! Maybe I should just quit life, I have nothing to offer anyways! I'm a dumbass biker that only causes problems and ruins people's lives. I've been wasting yer fucking time for the past 2 weeks!" he angrily grabbed the worksheet that was on the desk crumpling it in the process "It's all pointless, Kiyo! Stop trying to help me, i'm a lost cause! Everyone gave up on me so ya should too, even i've given up on myself! I'm leaving, sorry for wastin' yer time" he pushed Taka aside and stormed out of the dorm room slamming the door behind him.

Taka was left in shock, he didn't know when but he had started shaking. He'd never understand the feelings and stress that Mondo went through. He'd always been smart, he'd always gotten perfect grades and been the center of every teacher's praise. He'd never understand what it's like to not be good enough. He thought back on the time he complained about not being good enough or smart enough after getting a 90 on a quiz while Mondo had approached him smiling to show off his 75, the way the man's face dropped into an icy anger, it was terrifying. Mondo tore up his quiz and ran out, he didn't show up to class for the next 3 days.

Mondo ran through the hallways pushing people out of the way to get to his dorm. Chihiro ran up to him struggling to keep up "M-mondo! what's wrong?" Mondo growled and stopped causing Chihiro to slam into him and fall. He glared down at the smaller man "You wanna fucking know what's wrong!? Do ya really wanna know!? No matter what I do i'll never be as smart as you or Taka, not even fucking close!" he turned around and continued running to his dorm leaving Chihiro in shock on the ground, he never knew Mondo thought like that.

As soon as he got into his dorm room he slammed the door shut. He went to his backpack(that Taka made him buy) and dumped everything inside of it out. He tore out pages upon pages of loose leaf paper covered in messy half written notes with doodles and scribbles on the blank spaces. He broke pencils and pens, getting ink all over his hands. He threw the whole backpack against the wall and sat on the ground with his head in his hands. He tried his best, he really did. He tried his best to stay strong, he tried his best to learn, he tried his best to control his anger but nothing was good enough. He sobbed into his ink covered hands getting some on his face. He didn't like crying, it made him feel weak but this time he just let all of his anger out in the form of tears. He clawed at his pants and pulled at his hair. Gasps and choked sobs escaped him. He scratched at his arm and neck turning them red. He didn't want to be a failure, he's been told his whole life that he's nothing but a thug. Hell even Taka told him that at first. He wanted to prove them wrong but he couldn't, he couldn't learn. He curled into himself and leaned on his bed hiccuping and struggling to breathe. His chest hurt and his head pounded, he clenched his fists and let out a shaky breath. He passed out from the exertion. He passed out surrounded by ripped up papers, his pompadour messily undone and with ink covered hands.

He was so tired. So so tired of not being good enough.

Hours had passed and the ringing of his phone was what woke him. It was a ringtone he recognized, Taka's. He picked it up and talked, his voice coming out worn and shaky "i'm not coming to class." then hung up. He had plenty of snacks and drinks in his dorm, he could manage a week with it. He lazily picked up the aftermath of his fit and threw it all away. Afterwards he laid on his bed and curled into himself then cried himself back to sleep. The exhaustion from holding everything back for years had finally gotten to him. He had finally broke. He knew he wouldn't make a difference, he knew he was nothing. Everything he did was useless, he knew he couldn't fight it. All life was for him was going along until death. He was nothing like Taka who'd change lives and make the world a better place. He was nothing like Chihiro, little guy made a human like AI. He wasn't even like Leon, the bastard knew what he wanted and wouldn't give up til he got it. And Daiya, no matter how hard he tried to copy him he'd never be close, he wasn't nearly as strong or smart as him.

That was the first time he realized. He realized his life was small and meaningless. The gang would just be passed down and he'd be forgotten. Taka would find someone else and move on.

Nothing was worth it, he wasn't worth it.