Wrath Of Hope (Male Reader X Danganronpa 3: Despair Arc)

Chapter 14: A Dark Turn

(Y/N): "That's Hajime?", he said while holding Nagito in his arms.

Chiaki: "Y-Yes. But he's… different."

Junko: "Aww, you knew each other? How cute!"

She slowly walked to the black figure and looked him deeply into the eyes, tears welling up on her face. She lifted her hand and placed it on his left cheek.

Chiaki: "What happened?"

Junko: "I'm sorry to interrupt but he doesn't listen to, whoever you call "Hajime", anymore.", (Y/N) raised his eyebrow towards her. "His name is Izuru Kamukura."

(Y/N): "Izuru?"

Junko: "Yep. A little school project. They seriously thought they could just create an Ultimate Hope student. This poor fella from the reserve course just couldn't take that he is only an ordinary student. And nothing more."

(Y/N): "How do you know all of this?!"

Junko: "Oh, my pretty boy. You don't have a single clue to what I'm capable of.", a creepy smile formed on her face.

(Y/N) gasped, but quickly grew angry again.

Suddenly, a certain someone woke up with a bullet in his chest.

(Y/N): "Nagito! Are you alright?!"

Nagito: "Don't worry. My luck helped me out.", he revealed his handbook in his chest pocket, which had the earlier shot bullet inside.

Junko: "Enough goofing around now. I can't just let you leave, you know. So be prepared!", she walked towards Chiaki in a menacing manner.

(Y/N): "Don't get near her!", a battle-ready (Y/N) said. Nagito was now leaning against a wall.

He gripped his ukulele tightly, as Izuru and Junko looked over to him.

Junko: "Stop it with your boring love story. I'm tired of the same damn thing over and over again.", she said as she planted her hand on her face.

(Y/N): "This isn't a love story!"

Junko: "Let me guess. There is only a one-sided love situation between you going on, isn't there?"

Chiaki and (Y/N) gasped at her comment.

Junko: "See? So predictable…"

(Y/N): "So you're just doing all of this because you're bored?!"

Junko: "Uhh… Yeah."

(Y/N): "I can't believe what I'm hearing… All those people…", he thought about the video, about the massacre. "...just because you're bored?!"

Junko: "Aww come on… Don't act like you're all holy, (Y/N). I know what you have done."

(Y/N): "What are you talking about?! You don't know a single thing about me!"

Junko: "Chiaki? Hey, Chiaki?", she snapped her fingers to get her attention. "I think you want to listen to what I have to say, because I'm about to ruin your cute, adorable, little (Y/N) for you."

(Y/N) gulped down a huge amount of air.

Junko: "There was once a pretty little boy named (Y/N). He had friends, money and all the things he ever wanted. Little (Y/N) was attached to his mother, as if he was a moth in search of the lightbulb. Keep in mind, his mother Anastasia, was slowly dying of some kind of cancer."

(Y/N): "Stop!", he readied his ukulele and was about to strum the chords until the instrument wasn't in his hands anymore.

(Y/N) looked around to see Izuru holding it behind him and broke it in half.