Monokuma and Tsumugi noticed all the things people have said and how people were wondering what the participants were like before the killing game. Tsumugi, thinking ratings will go up, asks monokuma to hosts meeting, choosing two contestants to give them their memories back No Art Is Mine Unless I Say So!!!! Ships💓: Saiouma Tenko x himiko (idk ship name) Harukaito Platonic kokichi x Rantaro Maybe some others ⚠️warnings: maybe these warnings will apply, maybe they won't Idk just a precaution ❌❌⚠️⚠️❌❌⚠️⚠️❌❌ ⚠️self harm and depressing subjects Rape Abuse/abusive relationship Killing/blood Explicit language/ swear words Vomiting ❌

_______________________________________________________ ⚠️Dark Themes⚠️ Viewer discretion Advised ╮(─▽─)╭ daιly lιғe oғ тorтυre? wнaт dιd ι do тo deѕerve тнιѕ? ѕнoυld ι jυѕт gιve υp? вυт ι wanт тo ѕтay ѕтrong ғor yoυ ѕaιнara... вυт yoυ cнanged... do ι even love yoυ anyмore? _______________________________________________________ [Images] I don't own any of the images. [Danganronpa] All the names of the characters belong to them and maybe backgrounds. [Cover Was Made By] textistr (wattpad)

"You're mine. Got it, kokichi?" The words repeated in his head like a broken record. How? Why? Why did this have to happen? How did it come to this? Locked up naked with socks, just watching the clock tick. He was cold, hungry, and scared. Kokichi was all Saihara's now, he was 'Saihara's property', and this time, Shuichi wouldn't let him go. He was his beautiful despair.