"How dare you!!" Kaito seethed aggressively in Kokichi's direction. Kokichi just smirked, holding his hands up in an 'I don't give a shit' gesture. "Let's be honest though, Gonta wasn't going to last 5 minutes in this killing game!! Good thing he got killed off before things got really ugly..." - Zombies swarmed through the school, grouping together in huge hordes. Their groans echoed through the walls, causing anxiety to every student who heard them. Monokuma messed up. At this rate, everyone was going to die at once and we all know there's no fun in that. Already two victims, two search parties and two find themselves stuck in the school's storeroom, which might actually be their only chance of survival. Survival AU (yup, you guessed it) SaiOuma/OumaSai Other ships maybe Rated T (language and mild gore)

Ryochi Yamasaki had always been told how talented he was. He often brushed it aside, thinking it was adults downplaying his ability due to how young he was or the fact that others just didn't exactly know how to do it themselves. However, his confidence was reassured once Hope's Peak Academy sent him a letter. It was the school's grand re-opening after the ' The Biggest, Most Awful, Most Tragic Event in Human History ', with supervision from the Future Foundation. Ignoring the warnings, Ryochi knew he couldn't turn this down and went to attend the school with hope for the future. ...If only he knew that future would be in this year's annual Killing Game. [ I don't own Danganronpa. All rights go to Spike Chunsoft! ]

What if DanganronpaV3 had both survivors from the 52nd season? With the 17th student being the other survivor of the 52nd season, little did the Danganronpa Team know that her presence would completely destroy their predetermined plot. "A game of lies and deception? With the master of lies on my side, all I can say is bring it on." AU Game Somewhat monthly updated. Will NOT follow the game 100%. You may think of the OC as yourself and make this a KokichixReader insert. I promise, no OOC-ness will occur. I will try to keep everyone in character as much as possible *bows* Highest Ranking: #9 KokichiOuma

You wanted to be with them. Little did you know, that when real flesh and blood are involved... a world with murder and despair all around...isn't as fun as it could be. When things that were once fiction become reality... how will you cope? Male and Female readers are welcome!

🀤 || ON HOLD 🌾 - y/n l/n, the ultimate racer. doesn't seem like much against the ultimate despair, huh? [ female reader ] DISCLAIMER: read the newest chapter and let me know your opinions before i make my decision!!!

The end of the Killing School Life was only the beginning of an even greater Despair. And when loved ones become involved in the Despair she had caused, I wonder... Will any hope be left remaining to salvage?

"So, Shumai.." The short villain asked, his violet eyes glistening with a danger only one can know. Hatred and rage gleamed from his eyes, that bore into the detectives soul. His curly black hair cupped his pale, child-like innocence on his face, his eyebrows furrowing down. ꜱʜᴜɪᴄʜɪ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴏɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱ ᴋᴏᴋɪᴄʜɪ ᴏᴜᴍᴀ. Shuichi simply watched the male, his face much more blanch then it should be. He couldn't breathe; his air snarling and snapping at him as it rushed out mindlessly. His heart was a storm against his ribcage. ʙᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅ. The police lights flashed before his grey eyes, red and blue. Red and blue. Guns clicked, keeping him aware of the situation. His hands stiff infront of him, his wide eyes catching sight of everything happening. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅ. "You did betray me afterall." Kokichi broke out, squirming against the large officers rough hands as he crained his head back to stare at the male further. "You never loved me! Liar! Liar! Liar!" Kokichi screamed the word out on loop; like a broken record. And each time Shuichi flinched. ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ. Kirigiri remained by his side, ever solemned to silence. Shuichi didn't realise the sudden spill of salty tears that ran down his cheeks. He wasn't a liar. Was he?