Nagito Komaeda lives in Japan and attends the famous academy known as Hopes Peak, while Hajime Hinata was from Japan, but currently lives in America with his father for his father's job. One day, Komaeda was scrolling through his social media, until one particular boy showed up in his suggested. None other than Hajime Hinata of course. - ▪️ UPDATES ARE VERY SLOW. I TRY TO UPDATE WHENEVER I CAN. Chapters are written ahead of time, so apologies if something is not up to date. STARTED: 10/7/19 ENDED: - - -

"Just thinking their name awakens so many memories and feelings within you that you can barely begin to make sense of them all. Bits and pieces begin to fall into place; but the more you remember, the less sense you can make of it all." Post-sdr2. Art created by bpdnk.tumblr.com

hajime slowly begins to realize that maybe he's not straight, which might get in the way of his current relationship. [ lower case intended ] [ special thanks to @prentisslovemail ] [ nagito komaeda x hajime hinata ] [ i might edit this book ] [ i do not own danganronpa ]

In which traitors live in the midst of heroes, the Queen isn't who you think she is, squids can talk (apparently so), someone's cursed, and the least likely person saves the day. Hajime Hinata regrets it when he internally wishes that his normal college days would be a tad bit more interesting. That night, a card dealer catches the brunet's attention with those white locks and half-lidded eyes of his and asks Hajime to play a card game with him. Before he knows what's happening, Hajime gets transported to another world and meets... a talking rat? (A.K.A. The Komahina Wonderland AU you never knew you needed.) Cover by macarxn. UPDATES WEEKLY ON SUNDAYS

*If you haven't read Death's Harvest yet, please do before you read this.* There had been nine levels. They had crawled past those nine, their eyes filled with vengeance and their nails caked with dirt and blood. Blood, not theirs, but the demons they'd slaughtered to get back to the first level: Limbo. Nine levels of that wretched place, they had to pass through to get back to the surface. Nine. Their killer would pay dearly for their crimes. They still remembered their killer's face - calm before the storm, their eyes holding no fear as their arms stretched outward and- No, they shook their head. They would not be as foolish as the last time. Never again. This time, they knew better. This time, things would go their way. This time, they would have help. This time... They would never allow their killers to live again. ~Death's Harvest Sequel: Requested by many of ya'll~