By the grace of a single good luck spell, (F/N) (L/N), the Ultimate Witch, finds herself attending Hope's Peak Academy. Unfortunately, events take a turn for the worst, and she wakes up on an unknown island - plunged straight into a killing game. Now, she's confronted with her own inadequacies and survival. The only glimmer of hope keeping her afloat being a very lucky, white-haired classmate. He showed her support, she showed him understanding. Despite their ragingly different views of hope and despair, they grow to realize the flaws in their individual ways of living, garnering a mutual appreciation and love for each other. A slow-burn for those who love the intricacy of emotions unraveling. The feeling of slowly losing themselves in the swarm of butterflies inside them. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hiya. This is my first ever fanfic that I have ever written; my heart and soul was put into this. It's a very big passion project of mine and I do sincerely hope you enjoy it. :) It's a work-in-progress so chapters will be edited even after they are published. I also have a prequel planned so stay tuned for that when this is finished! I will try my very best to update frequently but I may not always be able to due to personal matters and writer's block. If you have any critique or compliments please do voice them in the comments, it helps me out a lot! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spoilers for Danganronpa: Goodbye Despair! All characters from Danganronpa belong to Spike Chunsoft. !!Content warnings!! Mature content Mentions of Suicide Panic attacks PTSD Strong language --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- #1 in nagitokomaeda #16 in sdr2 #27 in nagito

As an exchange art student in Paris, you expected things to be different from what you were used to. What you didn't expect was a flirty cat boy to be your source of inspiration, as well as of constant embarrassment.

[Yandere Douma x reader] "My dearest little darling," the demon cooed as he toys with your unkempt hair, making you cringe internally to his touch. "Your mask is breaking, you know. How long will you think you could resist me?" You ignored the question and you slapped his hand away. Shooting up from where you sat, you charged at the collar of his top and intimidatingly hauled him closer to your angry expression. He finds it adoring, you see it, his eyes sparkled at the mere distance you initiated. Well, screw him. "I'm not that easy to break, you psychopath." You spat with venom. "You're an insufferable, intolerable prick. Take the hint: I'm not interested. Find some other creature who is sick as you and leave me be." He gives you a knowing look. "How can I do that when you're the only who can make my heart beat?"