Requested by:meeeeee
Angst/fluff^^
Warnings:abuse, mention of rape
Sensitive?- don't read
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><Kokichi pov
12 years. 12 years from the last time I felt genuinely happy. I always put on my mask around the others to feel happy. Nobody needs to know about it. Its better that way anyway. I turned 18 already but I cant move out of my home where he...I don't even wanna think about it.
I am walking down the road towards the school...well I wouldn't say walking more like limping. It wasn't any better than any other days. I would say it gets worse and worse by the day. You see I get abused at home for past 12 years. My mother died from a deadly disease and my 'dad' said it was my fault...he never wanted a son anyways, he wanted a daughter. So hes purposely keeping me away from any hair saloons. Cause of it I cut my hair alone that why its so messy all the time.I came to school and put on my mask for cheerful, annoying and lying brat. The Kokichi that everyone knows. I skipped towards my class starting to ignore the pain 'somebody please help me' I'm pleading silently. I always do I cannot show how weak I am. I opened the class door "HELLO PEASANTS!!" I cheer with a big 'fake' smile on my face "idiot your not late. Are you sick?!" I immediately started to annoy Kaito. He started to shout at me that I'm a brat, that I don't deserve to be here and so on and on. It hurt really hurt but I just pushed my feelings aside buried them deep inside of me.
Thats when I huffed and turned away pouting when I saw Shuichi sitting by his desk reading a book. I smiled and skipped towards him "my beloved!" I smiled "a-ah hello Ouma-kun" I wanted to say something when the bell interrupted my conversation. I sat down and class started.-time skip by Nagiot holding a beagle-
I sighed and walked towards the roof of the school. I wonder why nobody suspects me that I the most social type of person is sitting alone on the roof and I got detention on top of that and It wasn't even my fault. Kaito threw the paper at me and I got detention cause the teacher saw the paper in my hands...bunch of BS I tell you!
Shuichi pov
I was walking towards the cafeteria cause Kaede told me to. Sometime shes to cheerful and social for my taste. I wanted to go on the roof today cause I'm starting to wonder why Kokichi is never in cafeteria. "Kaede c-can I go to the bathroom" I know its a lie but "oh sure Shuichi!" She said and let go of my hand. I didn't need to go I just want to go to the roof.
I finally came when I spotted Kokichi sitting in the middle of the roof. I didn't seem that he spotted me yet. Thats when i heard crying? Why is he crying.
I went to him and kneeled down.
I saw his room and his whiteboard once when I was searching for him. I picked his lock but never told him. He has a whiteboard of our class and how they tolerate him:Kaito, maki, Tenko, Angie, Himiko, Miu: hate my guts. Want me to die.
Ryoma, Kiyo, Tsumugi, Kaede: ignore me. But doesn't really like me.
Rantaro, Kiibo, Kirumi: Tolerate me but secretly hates me.
Shuichi: truthswordy. Doesn't hate me.
I was the only one with the positive remark. He didn't recognize or spotted me yet. So I just hugged him, only response was a gasp from him "I don't know why are you crying Kokichi but its gonna be fine" I said to him "silly Shumai you really thought that was real. I was faking it." He said to me putting his mask back on "why would you fake cry for no reason it has no sense. Please let me help you."
"I-I cant. Its fake Shumai" he said back "stop lying to me now its over. Please tell me whats wrong" I hugged him closer to me pulling him into my chest "n-no I-It was fake Shumai" he said again. He doesn't want to open up "its not fake Kokichi. These tears are real. Please let me help. Whats wrong?" I told him again "are you sick should I take you home?"
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danganronpa one shots (finished)
FanfictionHere are another danganronpa oneshots cause I have nothing better to do. Mostly saiouma but I do others to. So this fic is idk how old but its cringe as hell and i had no idea what i was writing...enjoy it if you wish to read it.