💚amaguji oneshots💚

💎~Overcoming

!POSTGAME/ANGST!

this one isn't really that amaguji, just rantaro angst. but its implied

(warning for dr*g abuse)

rantaro amami had changed.

though, they all changed.

all of the contestants of danganronpa 53 had changed-- for better or worse, we may never know

some of them gave up trying. the others aimed to keep going.

and then there was rantaro.

he sat on the comfortable bed he and his boyfriend shared, anxious and jittery. it was another day of trying to stay clean, staying off of drugs. the green-haired boy justified it was to calm his anxiety; the constant back and forth of the killing games left him with bad scars.

miu did the same, often comforting each other and breaking down in each other's arms. she wasn't doing the best either, often remaining unkempt. though, rantaro was doing the exact same. not bothering to fix his roots that started to grow back out or get changed to go outside. he'd bother korekiyo but didn't want to seem like a burden.

so he kept it in.

he'd shrug off the faint scent of smoke that lingered on his coat. the nervous twitches and spasms. the more frequent visits to see miu. it didn't seem like a big deal until he was sobbing uncontrollably in his boyfriend's arms.

the boy cranes his neck to the alarm clock, the first voluntary movement of the night.

2:00 AM.

one couldn't hurt. korekiyo isn't home.

he grabs a cigarette from his desk drawer, lighting it and taking a deep breath.

what happened to quitting, huh?! you can't even do this right...

rantaro stands up, going outside to breathe out the smoke. the taller boy would know otherwise.

"raro?"

he looks down a bit to meet miu's eyes. she looks disheveled; her hair is left in a messy bun. the clothes usually around her neck to hide the neck scars she got from the game were discarded, leaving them visible. in her other hand, she held a vape.

"ah-" rantaro looks away, closing his eyes. "i'm sorry... i fucked up."

"yknow, i'd call you a dumb virgin... but i fucked up too."

the blonde girl sighs, taking a deep breath and inhaling the smoke before blowing it in the boy's face.

"gee, thanks. you're so kind." he laughs softly, tossing the cigarette to the ground and crushing it, leaving nothing behind but black ash.

"where's your precious fuckin boyfriend, huh?" she grins, playfully blowing another cloud.

"working again. he got a job at the museum and probably couldn't be more excited... he's been doing very well!"

"that's pretty uncommon. the whole class is falling apart... the only ones still doing alright being kirumi and kaede."

"ah, so your girlfriend is doing well?"

"yeah, definitely." miu smiles, fiddling with a small pendant. it appears to be a piano, so rantaro concludes it's a source of comfort. "she's also gone a lot... but it's just piano showcases."

"and kirumi's... well... kirumi."

"ex-fucking-actly."

they exchange a laugh before sitting down on the curb.

"so, talk to me. you aren't dyeing your hair another crazy color, and you reek of cigarettes."

"...i'm trying so hard, miu. i can't help anyone... not you, not korekiyo, not my sisters... not anyone."

"shut up..." she sighs, pulling the boy into a hug. "i'm fucked too... you're fucked, i'm fucked, everyone is going through something. shuichi took up smoking, kokichi's losing color in his skin from the poison, angie's losing faith, tenko's become terrified of men... everything's a bit crazy. but we need to keep going. we have to."

"why? what's the point?"

"rantaro, you fuckass. you nearly died twice. i would've broken down.... but here you are..... still alive....."

"...i-i am."

"and you've got a boyfriend! and i've got a girlfriend! we can't just leave them... imagine how devastated korekiyo would be."

"...he's gonna hate me when i tell him i gave in..."

"he'll understand. and kaede will too. they're here to help us... and we help them... so don't be a pussy and give up, 'kay?"

rantaro chuckles, patting his friend on the head.

"deal."