Oneshots for you and our favorite piece of trash! (Hes not but what everrrr)

(Prequel and eventual sequel to Toying With My Sanity, so go read that first if you already haven't) He was the outcast of his class. Frankly, he didn't mind all that much. He didn't deserve to call them his friends, so he'd just root for them on the sidelines where he belonged. There was one person he couldn't help but feel an almost magnetic attraction to though. One person who he wanted to see smile and get close to above the rest. One person who'd end up feeling nothing but despair for years to come because of him. That person is you.

For 10 nights straight, I can't get any sleep, This is this shadow in the hall and in my dreams It's like she gets more real everyday Two big blue eyes and blonde ponytails, Short skirt and bear accessories, It's like she wants to kill me But no one else can see, What happens while I sleep? My friends think that I'm crazy and my mom made me an appointment with a doctor... I need none... I need to know the secret behind the wardrobe... Prepare for some serious despair! Here have some hope bagels! :D Anyways read for more... ~(>.~)~

AU where you're living in the slums, and ram straight into the beautiful rich boy from the mansions. !! This fic has been edited since 2017 or whatever !! It is now better, if not good.

The story takes place after teruteru's execution, tensions are high after the first murder and the first trial. This story protrays the trust between the survivors and the victims. contains strong language and scenes that may be upsetting to some readers. The story is officially completed! Disclaimer, I do not own the characters, they are from danganronpa 2. All are work is credited to their original artists.

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I need to write my daydreams somewhere and I know I'm not the only Nagito lover so here you go :,)

You were never good at interacting with others, giving them a blank stare or ignoring them completely, the closest thing you've ever felt love was towards your toys. However, that didn't stop you from catching the eye of a certain luckster, who would do anything to see you show any type of emotion.