Danganronpa v3 chatfic

Shinguji Kiyoko.

Shinguji rises from her *coffin* bed, her dark green hair becoming a curtain from the sunlight.

She normally woke up with the sun, that was something Yonaga was 'surprised' about.

Shinguji remembers the day they talked about that.

" Wow!" Yonaga exclaimed, her white pigtails flying up from her shoulders as the girl leaned forward suddenly. " It's so amazing, your internal clock. Angie can never get up on time, she's always rushing to get ready even with Atua's help!" She added, stars showing in her pretty blue eyes.

"It's not that amazing, but if you'd like, I can come make sure you're awake?" Shinguji responded. 

Shinguji smiles at the memory, fuzzy yet oh so clear at the same time. It warmed her heart, Yonaga's smile. It was a nice change of pace from her past life.

But, her smile quickly wavered. Yonaga has been avoiding them, and she seemed different.

Shinguji never thought she would ever feel this strongly about someone, even through her cloudy past of her pregame self.

Shinguji, was very thankful for the people she knew now. Her past she remembered and the past that was cloudy after being wiped didn't matter anymore. Everyone has helped her in small ways, and even though the things shes been through will always of happened, she knows it'll be okay as long as she has them.

They're like a family to her, an odd family, but a family that meant the world to her nonetheless.

She chuckles at her thoughts, heading over to the mirror to brush her hair.

Her hair was long, and it reminded her much of her sister. But, it helped her face looked nothing like her.

Sister looked similar to her to most people, but Shinguji didn't want to be her. Shinguji trys to find ways that they aren't simular, since it makes her feel better. That's what Gekkogahara-sensei told her to do, and it has definitely helped.

Sister had bigger, rounder eyes, that appeared much darker than his gold, for example. Her eyes were colder, her tone harder. 

Shinguji stares in the mirror, eyes blinking away the image of her sister. She's not Korekiyo, the poor guy wrapped around his sisters finger. Nor is she sister, the person who's mainly known for working as part of Danganronpa. She's Kiyoko, a girl who will make her life better, a new start.

Kiyoko....

The name instantly clicked to her.. Kiyoko, that was the woman she was supposed to be. She had tried out multiple names, and yet Ouma was the one to give her the name she liked.

Grabbing a pale pink ribbon, Shinguji ties her hair with it. She's been trying a few looks out, courtesy of Shirogane and Saihara's closets. Surprisingly, Saihara had a number of pastel items, and they fit him surprisingly well.

Shinguji perfered a darker aesthetic, but she didn't mind the pastel as it made her feel cuter. And different from her sister. Everytime Shinguji saw sister, she was always in the uniform the danganronpa team wears, an outfit primarily made from black and red.

Shinguji shook her head, needing to focus. She was getting ready to go outside, specifically, she was going to go out in a skirt for the first time.

She had the outfit picked out already. A pastel goth outfit, is what Shirogane called it. 

Simple pale pink flats, perfectly matching the ribbon. Black stockings, decorated with lacey crosses, skulls, and prickly vines. A black button up tucked into a pastel purple skirt, the sleeves wide and laced. A pale pink ribbon around her neck, the place it's tied covered up with a white cross.