Sheesh, man. Get out of my pants **Things to Know** An asexual (aces) is someone who doesn't feel sexual attraction to others. An aromantic (aros) is someone who feels little to no romantic attraction to others.

"How could you like a degenerate male like him?!" Tenko shouted at me. I ran to the bathroom to hide the tears that had been forming in my eyes and slammed the door. "Ohhhh Y/N..." someone said. They had opened the door forcefully. It was him. I stood up and then he pinned me against the cold bathroom wall. He whispered something in my ear then looked at me. His face got closer to mine and he kissed me. At first I fought back but then I gave in and enjoyed it. "I... I'm sorry but..." He looked at me and I felt horrible.

In the killing game, only two can remain alive. Kill someone to leave. Survival of the fittest. In the fight for survival, bonds are made and broken. And these bonds could also change an entire story. ***** Disclaimer: There are definitely going to be spoilers for v3 and none of the Danganronpa characters are mine. They all belong to their respective owners, Kodaka, Team Danganronpa, and Spike Chunsoft. ~ Spoilers, slight trigger warning(?) (briefly mentioned)

(𝚈/𝚗) 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕0𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛0𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚕0𝚜𝚜 0𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚕0𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝0𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚎0𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝0 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝0 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚖0𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗. 0𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒0𝚗 𝚝0 𝚓0𝚒𝚗 𝚑0𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚢. . . 𝙰𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕0𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 0𝚌. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑0 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝0 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚋0𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝0𝚛𝚢. 𝙷0𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝!

"Now, what could ever tell you that Y/N?" Where Y/N appears on a strange island with others and one man feels like a tiny pebble on her Skates.

He had no existence. And she had no hearing. Yet, his voice was the only thing she could hear.

Poems.... Poetry.... Condensed words... Of love, sensuality, erotism, despair, broken chords and blissful sighs. Of the world, life, the mind, the universe and the beings we never know. Of fear and that which constitutes of us. Of what we are, what we wish to be and what we become. Notes and notes that sing and speak and cry. That mumble and scream and lament. ... Welcome. **** Read♣ vote♥ comment♠ share♦