Sohta Stories

After a young girl goes missing for three months, Miranda decides to figure out why while the rest in the classroom continue to carry on with their lives, what Miranda doesn't realize is; what she finds out could possibly put her life in danger, along with the others.

"Right, so you believe that Misao was.. killed?" Tohma fumbles around with his pencil as Aki nods, "Misao was talking to me last night, she asked me to 'find her'. It was interesting." With a small smile, Aki waited for Tohma to say something; "psh, like you're actually telling the truth." Huffed the blonde ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ayyyy i finally decided to do something with my life and create a story that includes the misao cast! I will be using my own headcanons and try my best to stay close to the original game. (Update: i'm gonna change the cover of it so it can actually fit, so i shall be using a danganronpa meme as a placeholder.)

This story will be the savior of misao fanfics I will work on this occasionally And uh, misao may be a waifu of mine? (If you want more misao fanfics, I can make more, please vote to show me you enjoy it) Anyway, this is an AU where misao is found by somebody else instead of mr sohta after she is assaulted

Welcome to my first story, a complete cringe/cliche fest. Alex Hubert, a high schooler living in Panice, a city in Baguette Lan-- France. (Fictional city because geography is hard) If there's one thing he loves, it's books. All conveniently located in the 'library' inconspicuously outside his home city. Privacy is provided in the deal for free books all over the world, other than a docile damsel watching over him. Working/Living with her is Sohta, a spindly french-speaking monsieur who seems to be here for no apparent reason. Meanwhile, life at home is bleak. Just the way he likes it. The house's current inhabitants are Alex, his grandpa, and possibly crickets from all the silence. Maybe his college sister could 'up the tempo' if she came back... (Credit to EatSleepAndRelax for the cover)

Have you ever loved someone more than you loved yourself? Then you'll know how much it hurts to be the nothing to someone else's everything.