"H..E..LP.. ME.. P.. L.. EAS..E.." [ reset ] [ . . . ] [ rebooting. . . ] . .. ... Hello. I am RX800, a specially designed android created by CyberLife. I hope I can be of assistance. "We had to wipe it's memory, so you'll need to give it a name. RK800, register your name." "Shuichi." [ registering. . . ] . .. .... "My name is Shuichi."

There was a new motive. One person would be chosen to get their memories before the killing game. Depending on who is chosen, a murder could very much happen. After all, no one knows how they really were, right? Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader was chosen for the motive. After all, if something went wrong, nobody would miss him. But. There was something wrong. The Supreme Leader seemed more jumpy around the others. Specifically, a certain detective... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wow okay. This was just made out of my bored mind, and I decided to actually write something about it. Because of this, this story is made on a whim, meaning it has no real story line. Or one written I guess. I don't know, I might drop it like all my other stories. Warning: Mentions of Abuse (serveal kinds) Sexual abuse Self-harm Killing And other stuff. Language (idk if I should even add this. But just in case some people are sensible about this kind of stuff.) Read at your own risk. Ah, of course I'll write a warning at the beginning of the chapter so if your sensible about that kind of stuff, you can know before hand. Ah, if you don't know about the plot from what I put above, it's basically Pregame Kokichi's memories × Shuichi Saihara. I don't know if this even makes sense. Story cover drawn by me. I'll be using my own terrible art since I'm not comfortable using others. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this story! This is mostly just Kokichi vs. The Mastermind with saiouma thrown in there. There's also angst. And death. And crazy Shuchi. How lovely. It's boring. You should probaly read something else worth your while. Started-November 10 Completed-N/A

Kokichi was acting weird, locking himself in his bathroom after every time someone died Shuichi and monokuma noticed it Will Shuichi see what's behind the little liar's mask? A saiouma or oumasai story ________________________________ It does not follow original plot Contains: self-harm, ocs

Welcome to Dangan Island, Where Love is a Disease And Forgetting is the only way for Peace *＊✿❀　❀✿＊* "Three serums, one sacrifice.. what will you choose? The lives of countless people you have never met, or the one whom you love the most?" "This is the Reverse Serum.. the ability to erase memories of their loved one. The other two are the Revival and the Regain. When this is all over, I swear I will find my way back to him." *＊✿❀　❀✿＊* Written and edited by: forever_multi Picture by: The Disease Called Love Cover Updated and Edited by: forever_multi 25th Feb 2025 (I'm still alive, hello) ❀ Ships: ❀ Shuichi x Kokichi (Duh) Kaito x Maki Nagito x Hajime Miu x [Human] Keebo Kaede x Rantaro (slightly) [ P.S. More ships included ] P. P.S. There might be some mentions of various characters from each game/anime. There can be references from: Trigger Happy Havoc Goodbye Despair Killing Harmony Super Danganronpa 2.5 Ultra Despair Girls The End of Hope's Peak Academy Future, Despair and Hope Arcs [ Fangame ] Super Danganronpa Another 2 Attention: This book is highly inspired by a song called The Disease Called Love. ⚠️ Contains: Mild torture, medical terms, mild swearing, blood, illegal love, comedy, lame jokes, violence, but no sexual themes (sorry people, but ISTG, no. I do this purely because I love y'all and wanna cleanse your minds with the power of love) ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 (but I have to put mature content because of the violence in case Wattpad kills me) no lemons, smut or.. weird stuff. Also contains hidden messages, plot twists, secrets and CLUES THAT MAKE SENSE TO THE STORY LATER ON. If you like solving mysterious and complex puzzles, here you go. (*^ω^*) [ completed on: 6 August 2019 ]

what if when kokichi was playing on top of the school roof and fell gaining all his memorys and losing all of his emotions (kinda not really idk)and found out that his actuall talent was as the ultimate spy (Tbh he's kinda like kuroko from kuroko no basket)

[Kokichi had spent the whole time loving Shuichi, he never expected him to love him back.] A fluffy/angsty story about Kokichi and Shuichi from Danganronpa V3. It's set after the game, in a reality where they all woke up and attended a normal high school together. Highest rank #1 in saiouma and #160 in danganronpa !! ⭐

Find out for yourself nYeh-

After getting into a fight with one and other, Kokichi and Shuichi were forced to live together. Little did they know, this punishment given to them would be the best thing that ever happened to them.

Shuichi Saihara x Kokichi Ouma Dont read this its rlly bad and from a long time ago 💙Completed💙 Once again my friends want me to write a saiouma fic and im boutta snap their necks Shuichi Saihara was entered into a sick, twisted killing game along with 15 others, one a traitor. Their memories erased. Motives to make one another kill were showing up like crazy, and finally a certain motive sprung up. One kill, one random memory is restored. Who will kill? Who will be killed? But I think most of us know who'll get their memory back... maybe But what will the results be? Pregame-ish but not really? Spoilers for Danganronpa V3 Cover images are not mine

"You know, it's really fun having you around. You're the only one I can trust in a situation like this. If only this lasted for as long as we knew each other. A miracle must've happened to bring us back together." Kokichi and Shuichi has first met in their kindergarten class and had been best friends ever since that fateful day. But they both forgot about each other when they ended up going to different high schools. Well, one of them remembered their friendship: Kokichi Ouma. And now here they are, trapped inside of a killing game at the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles. And Kokichi will do anything to make his first crush remember him. All of the fan arts in this story are NOT MINE, I repeat, they are NOT MINE.