Danganronpa Femboy Hooters

Chapter 18 - Ogres Have Layers

Byakuya's POV

I found myself smiling as I drove myself to Makoto's apartment. It was quite a pleasurable experience to be around him. That overwhelming happiness of his just made you want to be happy with him. Of course, the way his eyes shimmer, his dimples, and those soft seeming lips didn't help matters if you wanted to try to have a sour mood around him. 

I almost began to daze off while driving. I couldn't crash my car, Father would never pay for that, especially if he knew the reason why. Father wouldn't even want me to think the thoughts going through my head, much less entertain them. Father always wanted me to be wed to Toko by this point in my life, but now that she is very, very out, I don't think Father even wants me to be around her.

Of course, I am an adult, I can do what I wish with my life, however, Father does fund my life so I can live comfortably until I eventually inherit his position at the Togami Corporation. I was his only heir, so it wasn't like he would be able to completely disown me, but he would definitely make my life miserable if I ever admitted my feelings to him.

As I approached the apartment complex, I thought of what would happen while I was there. Thoughts raced through my head, and I eventually myself at the door of Makoto's apartment. I knocked and the door opened almost immediately.  

"Mr. Togami!" Makoto's excited voice filled the hallway's silence, "Come on in!"

Once again, I smiled. Somehow, the wall of cold rock I had built around my heart was chipping away in Makoto's presence.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Makoto," I followed him inside.

"Okay, so I made us sandwiches and popcorn! I hope that's okay. I don't know how to make much, and I promised you I would make us dinner," Makoto sat on his couch.

"It's completely fine with me," I sat down next to him, "Though it's surprising that you can't make more than a sandwich, seeing as you work at a restaurant."

"Well, I'm a waiter, not a cook. My parents taught my sister but they never taught me," he laughed little.

"My father never saw the culinary arts as a useful endeavor for me either. I've had servants make every meal for me since I was a child."

"Well, lucky you, I guess."

"Yeah, lucky me..." I looked down at the ground.

An awkward silence seemed to consume the room. "I should turn on the movie now," Makoto grabbed the remote.

As the movie began to play, Makoto started to make conversation. "So, uh, what's your favorite book?"

"1984, I suppose the crushing despair the protagonist feels under the oppressive regime of Big Brother is just lovely to read about in my eyes."

"Doesn't that book have a sad ending?" Makoto startes to tap his fingers on his right leg.

"I personally think there are too many stories that feel as though they have to tie things up with a ribbon and a bow. Personally, I don't mind when they do it, but there are times when you want a little change from the status quo."

"When you phrase it like that it sounds pretty interesting," Makoto moved his hand to the space inbetween us, quite close to my own hand.

"Oh really?" I became a bit flustered due to how close our hands were.

"Yeah, to be honest, I haven't read the book since-" Makoto stopped himself to make an obvious lie "Last week! I read 1984 all the time!"

Anyone could see that he was lying, but I decided to humor him. "I didn't think you would be an avid reader."

"Well, uh, I am!"

"What kind of books do you read?"

"Books that smart people read. Like uh, The Divine Comedy, War and Peace, uh, All Quiet on The Western Front...?"

I snickered, "You seem to know what you're talking about."

Makoto smiled "Of course I do!"

"I suppose it's my turn to ask a question, since you've asked one."

"You have a question for me? Well then ask away!"

"A-Are you a cuddly person?"

Makoto got a bit flustered, "Well, uh, kind of."

"Well then, would you mind if I..." I took Makoto's hand and intertwined our fingers. Makoto was surprised, but he didn't pull his hand away or object, so I guessed it was alright with him.

For the rest of the night we joked, laughed, smiled, and held each other's hands. Eventually, I had to go home.

"It was great to have you over again! I can't wait for next time!" Makoto smiled as I walked out the door.

"Maybe we could read together, that would be quite lovely."

"It would. Goodbye!"

"Farewell," I walked out of the apartment, through the complex, and outside. I smiled to myself as I got in my car, and drove home.

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A/N:

I have a few things to say. First of all, this fic has been completely planned! Hopefully this means I can have a more consistant updating schedule than "Write two chapters in quick succession, take one or multiple months to update again, repeat".

I'd also like to get to know the people who read this fic because you all seem like really nice people, so I've decided that once this fic gets to a certain milestone (50K reads or 1K votes to be specific) I will create a Discord server for this! My friends and I think it's a good idea, however we could be wrong.

Remember to drink some water, eat if you haven't already today, and have a good day!!