#and pregame ouma is as embarrassed as ever

[asksaiouma]

#so I forgot to mention that the personality switch is done #and pregame ouma is as embarrassed as ever #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #saiouma #oumasai #pregame #danganronpa v3 #also thank you so much #i love you anon

[onebizarrekai]

v3′s art is comically terrible for a professionally distributed game in a series: a compilation

in this not-essay I will list all of the mistakes and problems I have spotted in v3′s art. don’t worry, it’s entirely for fun and I’m doing this on a whim, so please feel free to not take this seriously but also it’s hilarious and embarrassing how ridiculous this is like what happened did they speedrun the whole production or what

see, there are some things you can take as meta like “they made it bad on purpose to allude to the downfall of tv shows that have been on air for much too long” but I have a very strong feeling this is not the case due to the nature of some of these errors

disclaimer, the more I study this art, the more I fear that the artists were underpaid and underslept, so if this is in fact the case, I am so sorry to all of them but also I’m going to make fun of the art anyway

anyway let’s get started!

if you study this image for longer than 5 seconds, you will see that kaede is the only one fully shaded and keebo is literally just his normal sprite pasted into the image. every other character is just an ordinary ref, hence most of them facing the exact same direction with neutral expressions on their faces. it looks like a bad edit, and is probably one of the worst pieces of art in the game. it kind of gets better from here on, but my roasting will not.

with that out of the way, here’s the problem that officially bothers me the most and clarifies my viewpoint of “this is not meta and an actual lack of company communication”

this freaking cg, which seems normal at a glance, but some wiseass was like “oh, kaede is a girl, so obviously she’s going to be shorter than the Male Protagonist™” ah, that’s funny. because if you look at the character bios, kaede is, in fact, one inch taller than shuichi and not like 6 inches shorter as she is shown here.

also shuichi’s shoulder is disproportionate and horrendous and he looks vaguely like a jojo character, but I wasn’t even thinking about that until right now.

thanks guys, 50% of the fandom who has never bothered to check these bios thinks that kaede is like 5′3 (did the developers really put so little thought into her to the point where drawing her correctly in the game didn’t even matter??)

also I would like to point out that, even though this isn’t related to the art itself, yes, a character kaede’s size being only 117 lbs is unfeasible, but this applies to literally every character in danganronpa ever and it’s not new news that it’s unrealistic

update: someone in the tags informed me that in versions of the game that use centimeters, like the japanese version, kaede is actually shorter than shuichi, which just adds another thing to the list of weird decisions the localization team made for no reason. that said, after confirming this, kaede is 167 cm in the original, while shuichi is 171 cm, which are approximately 5′6 and 5′7 respectively, but one inch is still nowhere near as drastic as it is depicted above. (in spite of this, I would rather depict kaede as slightly taller, so I’m probably going to keep doing that.)

the journey continues!

bro if you want kaede to have shoulder length hair then stick to it to begin with

you can pretend this is at an angle all you want but they definitely committed the shorter kaede sin a second time

wait a goddamn second.

DO YOU SEE THIS

no………… it wasn’t kaede who shrank. it was shuichi who got taller

speaking of which, can we talk about how shady the perspective is in this elevator pic? look at shuichi and kokichi in comparison to kaede. kokichi, who is canonically 7 inches (edit: or 5, if you’re loyal to the original) shorter than kaede, looks taller than kaede. he’s growing too. what steroids are these gays taking

running into the room, electric boogaloo: I don’t think tsumugi is supposed to be the same height as kokichi

gonta… gonta you’re lookin a bit like a jojo character there

I love how kaito’s head looks kind of like it was pasted onto his body. why is he the same size as shuichi? shouldn’t he be high school bully size or something? his torso is teensy

ah yes, white angie.

I love this cg but why is shuichi’s right hand so much bigger than his left hand

I also love how this cg looks like they literally took pictures of trees and pasted them into the background, especially on the left. the shadows are so weird, especially closer to the ceiling, it’s difficult for me to believe they didn’t do exactly that.

return of Enlarged shuichi

puberty update: kokichi is now taller than shuichi in spite of shuichi never missing leg day. what crimes will he commit

I have to mention it, guys. this has to be one of the worst danganronpa cgs. kokichi’s facial proportions look atrocious. look at the way his face sticks out like his jaw is in the wrong place. his scarf is a pasted texture. that’s it. this moment was so iconic but the cg just looks so… so… off. like something is terribly wrong, but you can’t put your finger on it.

you know what? let’s get into that ‘pasted texture’ thing.

let’s imagine you’re an artist working on a professional game. you’re assigned to draw cgs of kokichi ouma, who has a checkered scarf from hell. sure, it will be terrible to draw, but you only have to draw it once at a time! plus, perspective is pretty important, right? can you be bothered? nah, actually. let’s just copy paste a checkered pattern into the cg, because I’m sure nobody will notice. it’ll blend right in with the other cgs that someone actually put effort into drawing his scarf in, right?

no. the answer is no and I very much noticed. this genuinely looks terrible and I would understand taking a shortcut like that in fanart or even an indie game but this is a full price pc and console distributed game

(an addition: look at kokichi’s TINY HANDS in that last one)

meanwhile, they straight up forgot to color in kokichi’s scarf in this cg.

dude. I forgot about whatever the hell this cg was. anyway look at keebo please just look at him

lovin kaito’s baby arms

real talk, maybe you could argue that he’s missing muscle because he’s deathly sick, but most of his cgs don’t line up with this, and his arms just look disproportionate to his torso size (granted this is a consistent problem across all danganronpa games and a lot of characters have this weird problem, like hajime, but also kaito is bigger than hajime so I kind of have higher expectations of him) maybe it’s his stupid goatee and the way he reminds me of yasuhiro?? it creates this illusion that he’s older than he is and so I keep expecting him to look more like an adult

oh, also rantaro is missing some of his accessories in that video he made–you know the one–but I don’t wanna go back and screenshot it

also you may have noticed that I’m skipping all of the monokub cgs because I literally do not care about them and I’m not even bothering to check and see if they have artistic mistakes in them

JIMMY NEUTRON???

hey um uh kaito you seem to be missing your neck

hey guys do you like my pregame fanart

so, that done, the sprites are also pretty terrible at times. they’re not as interesting to go through, however, and downloading the full sprite sets for every character and studying every single one of them will drive me insane, so I’ll just sum some of the ones I noticed up. I made things for kaede and shuichi before deciding I wasn’t going to get into it, so here are these.

that said, other mistakes include kokichi missing his purple highlights in all of the sprites encompassing a specific pose, stray pixels all over the place on everyone, and everyone also has heavily inconsistent shading, but literally all I think about is how pregame shuichi is unshaded and two of kaede’s pregame sprites have glaring outfit change mistakes in them

anyway, thank you for taking the time to read my ridiculous ramble. in all seriousness, there’s this looming presence of some lack of communication in the development team, like with all the art and design inconsistencies, pieces and sprites that look rushed, stray pixels, and missing basic proportional stuff. these are the kinds of things that you supposedly have to pretty much have in the bag in order to get jobs in professional businesses, so it’s really weird to me that this game suffers from so many of these problems. it’s like they tried to make the art so much more crisp than the other games, but it fell on its face as they realized it was going to take longer to draw everything and they started to rush. it’s weird, because the coloring itself looks normal–it’s just sloppily drawn, and the proportions are a mess once put into the context of perspective. many of the cgs look like they were drawn by different people, and I’m still not over the fact that half of kokichi’s cgs have his scarf pasted in as a texture.

the moral of the story is that if you’re selling a game at full price that also happens to be in a series that has had 3 very good games in it already the stakes should probably be higher than this. v3 has been out for more than 3 years and it’s still $40 (did it cost more than that before? I sure hope not), and the overarching quality of the game is just not as high as the other games. I’m not saying that the other games don’t have any problems with their art at all, they’re just not as glaringly obvious and every artistic choice in those games feels intentional.

regardless, I had a blast roasting the art at 2am, so maybe you got a kick out of all this chaos.

#god I keep telling myself I'm gonna stop rambling about v3 #v3 spoilers #drv3 spoilers #ndrv3 #random stuff #but making this… it sounded so fun #danganronpa

[honeysuckle-writings]

PART TWO OF THE PG AMASAI FIC

Last part. I also post these on my A03 account. Let me know if you enjoy these and I can write more pregame stuff?

Gets a little raunchy oops.

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Saihara couldn't get their last interaction out of his mind. Too many things happened at once and honestly it was hard for him to process. Amami, his celebrity crush, had both protected him and spoken to him for the first time. He couldnt concentrate on any of his other classes because Amami's voice echoed in his head. His stomach turned with butterflies and he bit his lip. There was no doubt that anyone could see his flushed face from a mile away.

Saihara wanted to properly thank Amami. It's not often that anyone even considers his feelings or well being. Even Akamatsu would half ass try to calm Momota down. She normally had her own way of going about it.

Fantasies filled his head as Saihara imagined the dirtiest, out of the box things. Things he would never have the courage or motivation to even say outloud. He wouldnt dare let anyone know just how his thoughts could get. He was already seen as the nerdy fanboy who wouldn't shut up about Danganronpa. Adding on perverted in front of that was surely going to ruin any chance at regaining a reputation for him.

The bell rung signaling the other kids to make their way out to go home, but Saihara stayed back and made his way to the library. There weren't many kids that had to stay after that day so Saihara found an empty table and sat down. He just opted to dig out his composition book and began to write. This was notebook was where he would come up with different executions for the blackened or analysis of the trials. Also thrown in there were his secret writings about Amami; He was embarrassed to admit his "teenager in love" feelings. Often times he envisioned the two of them in a killing game together; Both of them being the survivors in the end.

The pen worked across the lined paper as he wrote out yet another version of them figuring out the mastermind of their game together. This was sure to make time fly by fast.

People came and went with little acknowledgement from him. Other students still took this time to use the computers, do homework, or check out books before the campus closed. It didn't feel like much time had passed before he heard the door of the library open again. This time he did glance up. A small framed boy with purple hair skulked in, looking in every direction with caution before he made his way into the shelves.

Kokichi Ouma. Saihara knew the kid got bullied even more than he did, which he didn't think was possible. Ouma was always seen with some sort or bandage or bruise for the day and he constantly seemed to be on edge as he pushed through the day. It was almost like prey tiptoeing through dangerous turf.

Saihara had tried to talk and befriend him on many occasions but Ouma stayed closed off. He offered conversation but anyone could tell he was uncomfortable and would push hard to keep it up. So Saihara decided to leave him alone most of the time. Plus, Ouma didn't seem at all interested in Danganronpa so Saihara would always direct the conversation there eventually and almost ruin anything he had.

Right after Ouma towered Amami. He followed Ouma towards the back shelves as he took small glances around, almost as if he was protecting Ouma as they went.

Saihara's breath hitched as he watched the two of them disappear. What could they be doing? Were they friends? More than friends? Why would Amami watch over him? So many questions filled his mind as his hands began to tremble a bit. He wanted to get up and go eavesdrop. Yes it was wrong, but he was curious. It couldn't hurt to investigate and put his mind at ease.

He closed his notebook and shoved it back into his bag. As long as he didn't leave the library, whoever was monitoring the "delinquents" of the day wouldn't say anything. He scooted his chair back quietly and quickly made his way to the back.

He weaved through, his back against the books as he looked down each aisle cautiously for any glimpse of them until at last he saw them. They stood fairly close, Ouma looking up at Amami and clutching the strap of his messenger bag. Amami stood over him, his hands in his pocket casually as he listened to Ouma whispering to him.

Saihara wished he could get closer, but he stayed hidden around the corner at the end of the aisle. Ouma was just quiet enough where all he got were broken sentences or words that he couldn't put into a cohesive statement. Saihara peeked around the corner once more to watch. Amami suddenly jerked his head toward the direction of him and Saihara jerked back and prayed that he wasn't seen.

'Fuck fuck fuck...' He thought to himself. It was time to prepare for Amami to come and find him, but he didn't. Saihara gave it a little bit and relaxed his breathing before he carefully peered once more. They hadn't moved. Oh thank god.

Ouma looked down and nodded and Amami reached out to touch his arm. Saihara knew Amami couldn't be as harsh as he was before, there really was some caring nature in him. It made his heart leap.

Amami let his hand fall from Ouma and Ouma turned to leave towards the front. This time Amami didn't follow, but instead crossed his arms and watched him leave.

Saihara turned his head away, hoping to not be seen if Amami looked around again before leaving behind Ouma. When he peeked again, he was right. Amami was no where to be seen. He must have been satisfied and tailed Ouma. Saihara took a deep breath. Part of him was actually sad that Amami had left. Today had been the closest he had ever been to Amami and it was thrilling.

Content with his investigation, Saihara turned to go back to his table but was stopped abruptly by someones chest. Saihara's breath hitched as he was faced with that familiar brown cardigan and red striped tie. This was it. He was done for.

His eyes slowly raised until he could see under the lip of his hat, Amami staring darkly down at him. Saihara froze in place. Fuck.

"Uhm. Uh. I'm so- oof!" Saihara started to apologize but was cut off as he was shoved against the shelf.

"What the hell were you doing spying on us?" Amami leaned his arm on the shelf next to Saihara's head, his other hand in Saihara's shoulder holding him in place.

"I w-wasn't spyin-"

"Don't fucking lie to me. You were eavesdropping on us. I saw you the entire time."

Did he really? Saihara thought he was actually doing a great job staying hidden.

"I just-just wanted to uhm." Saihara could not for the life of him come up with any excuse. He was so mad at himself for finding his predicament low key arousing. Amami was attractive and he was so close that Saihara could swear he felt Amami's hot breath on him.

"I swear if you are trying to get to Ouma." Amami almost growled.

"No!" Saihara interrupted, a little too loudly, causing Amami to sneer and dart his eyes side to side to make sure no one else was near them. Saihara threw his hands up in defense, his legs closing together and trembling. "I sw-swear! I just want-ted to see you." There was no use in hiding it. Anything else he could have come up with would have been worse and Saihara already was not a good liar.

"What?" Amami didn't seem like he believed him as he continued to stay, unmoving.

"I just...I saw y-you and I, I wanted to look at you more." He was not making any sense. Time for the flood gates to open and let himself ramble on. "I cant take my-my eyes off you and I'm s-sorry I just followed to look at y-you more. I have a big crush on-on you and any time I g-get to actually see you I want to g-get closer."

Amami's face was unchanging but his eyes glanced down at Saihara's frame and body language. "You're enjoying this aren't you."

That shut Saihara up immediately. "I'm s-sorry?"

"You're enjoying this." Amami stated once again before taking a step closer, his body now touched Saihara's.

Saihara could not read Amami's face, even with it being so close to his. He wanted to lean up and kiss him so badly. Amami's lips were right there and it wouldn't take much.

"You're getting off on me even being this close to you."

"Yes." Saihara's response came out quickly and very breathy. He became very aware of the body that was touching his and he longed for it to be flushed against his. Saihara spread his legs without a second thought.

Amami scoffed at the response he was given and looked down. Contrasting his statements, Amami pressed his thigh between Saihara's legs and felt just how hard he had gotten.

Saihara's eyed widened and he moved his hips to grind down on Amami's thigh involuntarily. A small squeak escaped his lips and his eyes fluttered, but he worked to keep them open.

"Fucking knew it." Amami's eyes pierced through Saihara's as he pushed his thigh up more.

Saihara reached out and grabbed Amami's cardigan tightly in an attempt to get even closer. His breathing picked up as he continued his movement of rubbing himself on Amami's thigh.

This was better than he had imagined in his dreams. He felt drool pooling into his mouth as he lost himself in the smell and touch of Amami. He had completely forgotten that they were in public and just hidden away enough to not be caught.

The hand Amami had been holding Saihara down with moved up against the shelf, trapping Saihara between both his arms.

Saihara didn't mind, not that he would go anywhere. His movements switched between pressing down hard and going slow to desperately rubbing himself. Saihara's face was so red and his abdomen began to tighten. There was no way he was going to make it much longer.

Saihara wrapped his arm's around Amami's neck to completely flush them together. He whimpered and tried to keep his moans quiet as his hips staggered in their movement. Saihara buried his face into the crook of Amami's neck in an attempt to keep himself quiet, his hat slipping back and falling on to the ground.

He could hear that Amami's breath had changed as well and for a bit, Saihara thought he may actually be enjoying this as well.

That thought was all he needed to start pushing him over the edge. Saihara felt the drool dip down from his mouth and on to Amami's shirt. The tightness in his abdomen turned into heat as the movements of his hips became more erratic.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Saihara squeezed his thighs around Amami's and held on tight as felt himself climax. He bit his lip hard to keep from making any noise as he twitched and rode out the orgasm.

It felt like they stayed like that for minutes, but it was only couple of seconds.

Amami moved his leg out from between Saihara's and was met with a whimper from the latter. Amami straightened himself up and looked down at him.

When Saihara finally got the courage to look up, Amami's eyes weren't nearly as dark as they were before.

Neither of them spoke as they looked at each other. Saihara attempted to catch his breath but he was in such a daze it was hard to concentrate.

Amami leaned down and picked up the forgotten hat on the ground before placing it haphazardly on Saihara's head.

Saihara reached up and fixed it properly.

"Uhm. Th-thank you." Saihara broke the silence.

"For?" Amami questioned as he straightened himself up.

"That. Uhm. My hat? And-d doing that. You- why did y-you do that wi-with me?"

"Your time is almost up now right?"

Time? He forgot he was supposed to basically be in detention at the moment.

"Oh." He looked over at a clock that hung on the wall above a close by shelf. It really was almost time now, but how did Amami know? "Ye-yeah."

"Alright. You're welcome." Amami walked past him and began to leave.

"Wait!" He called out, Amami stopped, and then Saihara caught himself and whispered. "Wait. P-please. I don't understand."

Amami just shrugged. Saihara started to think even he didn't know why he did that. He started to walk out again and this time Saihara did not stop him. Amami was now more confusing than ever before, but Saihara couldn't help but smile to himself at having that moment with Amami.

He was never going to forget it, but now it was time to get home and get cleaned up. Saihara wondered if anything would change between them now.

#amasai #danganronpa #shuichi saihara #rantaro amami #pregame saihara #pregame amami #pregame danganronpa #drv3 #ndrv3

[katastroficwriter]

Pregame Kiibo and Kokichi end up getting each other for secret Santa. Bonus points if they get caught under the mistletoe and are kinda shy about it.

Sorry for taking so long. A bunch of stuff happened. But here you go.

“Are you going to your part-time job?”

“Ah, yes! Sorry about this, Iidabashi-kun…”

“…It’s okay,” Kiibo smiled. “You’re saving money for your giftee, right?”

Ouma nodded guiltily. He felt like he’s been neglecting their friendship because of the whole Secret Santa idea that Shirogane proposed. The whole class seemed excited about it, and everyone easily agreed to schedule the gift exchange during the Christmas party. He didn’t want to participate at first–but after seeing whose name he got…he wanted to do it. That’s why he’s working so hard in the first place. “But still…”

Kiibo interrupted his negative thoughts by giving him a reassuring pat on his head. “I can’t blame you for wanting to do your best, you know. I’m sure whoever your recipient is, they’ll cherish the gift you gave them since you put in so much thought on it. Now, you better go or else you’ll be late for your job.”

Ouma’s eyes widened in shock. “C-crap you’re right! I’ll see you tomorrow Iidabashi-kun!” He bid his friend goodbye with a wave before rushing off.

The albino returned the wave even though the raven-haired teen missed it. He heaved out a sigh once his friend was out of sight before entering the game shop nearby.

Ouma had been looking forward to the party. So much so that he marked his calendar and crossed out dates each night. But just as soon as he was standing in front of the karaoke bar, he found it difficult to step inside. The karaoke bar the majority of the class chose to hold the party in was recently built and currently the fanciest karaoke bar he has ever seen in his entire life. He felt incredibly small and out of place–even dawdling in front of the establishment.

The weight of the mint green gift bag in his hand was starting to overwhelm him too even though in reality, it wasn’t that heavy at all.

‘Come on Kokichi. You’ve been waiting for this day. Man up. Take a deep breath and just put your right foot forward,’ he took a deep breath, waiting a few beats before lifting his right foot.

….

He placed it back down and buried his face in his hands. ‘I can’t do it…!’

“Huh? Ouma-kun? Are you feeling ill?” the raven-haired teen lifted his head to find Yonaga looking at him with a worried smile.

“Y-Yonaga-san? Ah, no, I’m okay–”

“You shouldn’t ignore the early signs of sickness, you know!” the platinum blonde girl then moved to grab him by the arm. “Let’s go somewhere warmer so you won’t catch a cold. Staying outside might aggravate your symptoms!”

“A-ah, wait, Yonaga-san–!” Ouma helplessly protested as he was being gradually dragged in the karaoke bar.

“Oooh! It’s so nice and warm here,” Yonaga cheered. “Isn’t that great, Ouma-kun?”

Ouma lifted his scarf to cover his mouth, “Y-yeah.” Now that he’s finally inside the establishment, he felt ten times smaller. No wonder this place is popular. It was so big that it could cater to a large amount of customers even during peak seasons like Christmas.

‘Toujou-san chose this place for everyone’s comfort and convenience, but I feel kind of guilty having her pay for all of this. Even if she did say that it’s her gift to everyone before she leaves for a family vacation.’ He sighed as he idly followed the upbeat shrine maiden before him.

“Our room number is 53, right?” she turned to face him as she walked backwards, hands clasped behind her back.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

Yonaga flashed him a bright smile, “Roger that then~!” She did an about-face so she could check the room numbers properly. “Oh! There it is! Hurry, hurry~!” Once again, the raven-haired teen found himself getting tugged along by his classmate once more.

It was probably due to the familiarity, but as soon as Yonaga pushed the door open, his eyes immediately fell on his best friend, Kiibo, who was currently engaged in a conversation with Saihara. They were probably discussing another mystery novel considering how passionately the aspiring novelist was talking. Yonaga had already left his side to join Akamatsu and Harukawa’s conversation.

“Ah, Ouma-kun! You’re finally here!” Shirogane waved a hand. “We’re currently waiting for Momota-kun and Hoshi-kun to return with the maracas and the tambourine. You didn’t miss anything.”

Ouma greeted the bespectacled girl with a short bow, “Hello, Shirogane-san. I’m sorry for being late.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” She waved her hand dismissively. “The important thing is you’re here! Now go have a seat.”

“Ouma-kun, I saved you a seat,” his back straightened at the sound of his friend’s voice. God, why is he so tense!? Actually, he already knew the answer to that…But still! He shouldn’t make it obvious. Iidabashi is perceptive–he’d be found out too soon and that would be too embarrassing.

He took a deep breath before turning around and smiled, “Thank you.”

The albino teen scooted next to him as soon as the latter sat down. “It was pretty crowded today, wasn’t it?”

Ouma nodded as he set the gift bag beside him. “Yeah. I should’ve left my house earlier…” His eyes unconsciously wandering towards the white gift box wrapped with a golden ribbon found next to his friend. “Is that your gift?”

Kiibo’s eyes widened a little, before regaining his composure. “Yes. Ah, that’s right. Shirogane-san said that we’ll be exchanging our gifts once everyone has sung at least one song.”

“W-what?” Ouma checked if Saihara was nearby, but found him engaged with a conversation with Akamatsu. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he leaned in close, covering the side of his face to prevent prying eyes from reading his lips. “…Will you be okay?”

Kiibo heaved out a sigh before looking away. “I have no choice in the matter. I have to do it.”

Ouma made a mental note to leave the room once it was the albino’s turn in the limelight.

“What about you? Will you be okay singing in front of a crowd?” Kiibo whispered back.

“I…don’t really know. But I can manage…somehow,” Ouma fiddled with his fingers as he replied. “I mean, you heard me sing before…so maybe if I imagine that you’re the only one around, I’d be comfortable enough.”

Before the albino could respond, Momota had entered the room with a boisterous “We’re back!” with Hoshi silently trailing behind him with the maracas in hand..

“Alright, that means we can get this party started,” Amami chuckled as he picked up a microphone. “So, what’s the singing order? Everyone has to sing at least one song, right?”

“Oh, I prepared some lots while waiting for Momota-kun and Hoshi-kun to come back,” Chabashira waved a cup filled with chopsticks in the air. “I wrote numbers on each stick to help us decide the order!”

“Okay, let’s gather in a circle,” Akamatsu smoothened her coat before moving to the more spacious corner of their room. Everyone else followed suit, forming a tight circle, eyes already scanning which chopstick to pick.

“Since the cup is in your hand, you draw first Chabashira-san, then I pass it to the right,” Shirogane instructed.

“Okay, got it!” the martial artist did as she was told but didn’t dare look at the number on a stick yet. They all waited until everyone managed to draw a chopstick.

“On a count of three, we’ll check our numbers, okay?” Akamatsu took a deep breath before counting down. “One, two, three!”

The results were as follows:

1 - Saihara Shuuichi

2 - Akamatsu Kaede

3 - Shirogane Tsumugi

4 - Amami Rantarou

5 - Momota Kaito

6 - Iruma Miu

7 - Gokuhara Gonta

8 - Harukawa Maki

9 - Chabashira Tenko

10 - Hoshi Ryoma

11 - Ouma Kokichi

12 - Yonaga Angie

13 - Toujou Kirumi

14 - Yumeno Himiko

15 - Shinguuji Korekiyo

16 - Iidabashi Kiibo

Ouma and Kiibo shared a look. Having the albino sing last was probably for the best. But at the same time, it would be one unfortunate way to end their karaoke session.

“Alright let’s get this party started!” Momota pumped a fist in the air. “Get singing, Shuuichi!”

“Don’t rush me,” huffed the ebony haired teen as he inputted his song of choice before grabbing a microphone from the table.

Once he was settled in his spot on the small stage, he pressed play. A confident smirk found its way on his face as soon as he registered the look of recognition on Amami’s face as soon as a rhythmic strumming of an electric guitar blared from the speakers. Saihara started bobbing his head and tapping his foot in tune with the song’s melody before lifting the mic to his lips…

[“We spat out a bunch of careless words, and cried about all memories of old. How about we make today the last one? Waiting for the ready, set go. We held hands, just you and me. That was when I was still in my old brave phase.”] Everyone cheered and clapped when Saihara struck a pose. [“It’s alright if you don’t want to stop now. Life is such a hypocritical thing. Don’t tell me that you just can’t do it. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear it.”] Saihara started bobbing his head to the music once more, doing a little tap dance as he continued singing. [“I don’t want to hear that it’s too late now.”]

Ouma shrank in his scarf a little as the aspiring novelist sang the chorus with fervor, garnering more of their classmate’s cheers. “I didn’t expect Saihara-kun to be this enthusiastic about karaoke.”

“He isn’t, but he’s been listening to this song a lot lately,” Amami chuckled. “Though he already bought the singer’s album that had this same song.”

“Ohh,” the raven-haired teen nodded his head in understanding. “…This song sounds really catchy.”

“Hahaha, yeah,” the chartreuse haired teen leaned against his seat. “I think it’s the perfect song to start the party. Look at how everyone’s so into it already.”

Ouma noticed the albino slightly bobbing his head and tapping his foot along with the song from the corner of his eye. He huffed a laugh, “I guess so.”

“What song are you planning to sing, by the way?” Amami lifted the song book as he asked.

“Ah…” Ouma scratched his cheek a little and looked down. “W-well, since it’s Christmas, I thought of singing a Christmas song. What about you?”

“Ohh I thought so too. I’m planning to sing Nissy’s “Gift,” since it seemed easy to sing,” Amami then handed him the song book. “You should decide on something soon. It would be your turn before you know it. Iidabashi too.”

“T-true. Thank you for the song book, Amami-kun.”

“No problem.”

Ouma started flipping through the song book, flinching a little when he felt the albino sit closer. “Ah, do you want to pick a song too?”

“I don’t think the results would change no matter what song I select,” Kiibo chuckled. “What song will you be singing?”

“Oh, probably…something in English,” the raven haired teen shyly scratched his cheek. “There’s this American song my mom listens to a lot every Christmas, so I more or less got the lyrics down. Though I’m a little worried that I might mess up the pronunciation…”

Kiibo moved to pat his friend reassuringly, “Don’t mind, don’t mind. We’re here to celebrate and have fun. It’s not a contest to see who can sing the best, so don’t worry. Okay?”

Embarrassed, Ouma hid his face with the song book and nodded.

“What’s the song called, if I may ask? My father tends to listen to foreign songs too,” Kiibo asked as he moved out of his friend’s personal bubble.

“U-Um, it’s “All I Want For Christmas is You”, by Mariah Carey-san. My mom listens to her songs a lot, so…” Ouma replied as he jotted down the song number on a slip of paper. “This karaoke bar is amazing though, it has a song selection for other languages too, not just English.”

“I never really went to karaoke bars before, so I don’t really have a point of reference,” hummed the albino. “Oh, you did tell me that your mom would invite you to join her for karaoke before.”

“Mmhm. But it’s my first time going here. I actually had trouble entering because I got intimidated,” Ouma let out a nervous laugh. “Luckily Yonaga-san arrived when she did, otherwise I don’t think I’ll be able set foot at all.”

“Ah–”

“Sorry for intruding, but may I borrow the song book for a bit?” Chabashira wrung her hands together, worried that she did something wrong.

Ouma shook his head a little, “It’s okay, I already finished choosing a song. Here you go.”

“T-thank you!” the martial artist did a hasty bow before returning to her best friend’s side. Ouma find himself smiling at the sight of Yumeno patting someone taller than her. “Chabashira-san is really doing her best to conquer her fears. I admire her a lot for that.”

“You’re doing your best too, Ouma-kun,” Kiibo smiled. “Everyone is doing what they can to be the best version of themselves everyday.” Both teens flinched from Momota’s sudden and explosive: [“ONE PUUUUUUNCH!!!”]

“W-wh…that…that shocked me,” Ouma sighed, pressing a hand over his heart.

“Y-yeah…” the albino simply nodded. “Though, it’s just like Momota-kun to choose a song like this.”

“Childish, shounen-type songs?” their heads turned to look at their pink-blonde haired classmate, who huffed out a laugh. “Definitely. By the way, has it really been 5 songs already? Sure Momota is singing now, but it doesn’t feel that way doesn’t it? What are the odds that this karaoke bar has time distortion properties?”

“I think that’s a little too extreme for a karaoke bar to have, Iruma-san,” Ouma offered. “But you’re right. Time went by so fast, I didn’t notice that we’re already on the 5th singer.”

“You just gotta buckle up then. If I were you, you better start giving yourself some mental pep-talk,” Iruma paused to stretch her arms. “I want to get this gift exchange over with so I can go help my dad around the shop–”

“Hey! Iruma! You’re up!” Momota yelled through the mic.

Iruma heaved out a sigh before kicking herself off her seat, “No need to yell, dumbass. Now gimme that mic!”

“They’re always so lively,” Kiibo remarked with a smile. “I’m glad I went. Even if there wasn’t a gift exchange involved, I would have been happy just to spend time with everyone.”

Ouma looked down at his lap, a little embarrassed for staring at his friend’s face for too long. “…Me too.”

As soon as his turn was over, Ouma had left the room for some air and a chance to compose himself after singing in front of his classmates for the first time. Without thinking too much about it, he accidentally brought his exchange gift with him outside. He didn’t know why he did that, but it just felt right for some reason. He sighed as he took a seat on the orange leather sofa set in the lobby.

He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, blushing hard as he recalled everyone’s surprised faces and encouraging cheering as he sang the song. “Ahhh…it’s no good. I’m too embarrassed…!” he groaned, hugging the gift bag to his chest for comfort. He released a sigh as he was reminded of the gift’s contents.

“I wonder if…this is enough…?” he murmured. ‘I have so much to thank him for, but this is all I could give him…’

He did two part-time jobs just to earn what he needed for the gift. His mother did offer to pay for the gift in his stead but…this was something he wanted to work for by himself.

‘Everyone is doing what they can to be the best version of themselves everyday.’

Kiibo’s words echoed in his mind, prompting him to smile. He really always knew what to say in order to uplift everyone’s mood. Which is exactly why he wanted to work hard this Christmas.

“Ouma-kun.”

His jolted in his seat before meeting the albino’s gaze. “You finished singing already?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it singing but…yes,” Kiibo coughed awkwardly before offering the shorter teen a hand. “The gift exchange already started, so I went to pick you up.”

“Ahh, I see,” Ouma laughed nervously as he accepted the offered hand and allowed his friend to pull him up to his feet. “Did you manage to give your partner their gift yet?”

“No, not yet. I actually came to get you first,” Kiibo replied as he started walking.

“O-oh…” Ouma looked at the bag in his arms and then at his friend. This was the perfect chance for him to give the gift to its proper recipient. He’d be too self-conscious if he does this inside the room, where everyone could witness him act pathetically. “U-um…Iidabashi-kun, wait.”

The albino tilted his head inquisitively, stopping short from pushing their room’s door open. “Is there something wrong, Ouma-kun? Did you forget something in the lobby?”

Ouma shook his head, his grip on the gift bag tightening as he prepared himself. “T-the truth is…” he thrusted the gift bag in the taller teen’s direction and bowed. “I was the one who drew your name for the exchange! S-so–please accept this gift!”

The raven haired teen didn’t dare look up until the weight of the gift bag left his hands. Purple eyes widened at the sight of Kiibo’s flustered face, which he tried to hide with a gloved hand. He was starting to piece things together, which made the albino’s cheeks grow redder and redder.

“T-thank you, Ouma-kun,” he stammered. “I–I didn’t think that it was for me. I knew that you worked so hard for this, too…I–”

“L-leave that for later, once you’ve seen what’s inside. Um, we better go inside now before everyone starts worrying,” Ouma rubbed the back of his neck lamely, averting his eyes from his friend’s appreciative gaze.

Kiibo caught on to his embarrassment and nodded. “Y-yes, you’re right.” He wrapped his hand

The entire room went silent as soon as they pushed the door open. Before either of the monochrome pair could ask, their classmates scrambled out of their seats and sent the entire room in an uproar.

“YOU’RE UNDER THE MISTLETOE!!!”

As soon as his brain processed the words, both Kiibo and Ouma slowly looked up, freezing upon realizing that yes, there really was a mistletoe hanging above their heads.

“W-when did this get there! I-I didn’t notice this at all!” Ouma stammered.

“Huh? You didn’t notice?” Shirogane gasped. “It’s been there by the time Iruma-san was singing.”

“That’s because you were too busy looking at the floor to see it,” Yumeno wagged her finger as she spoke.

“This won’t do at all, Ouma-kun. Your lack of awareness will get you killed,” Saihara tutted, shaking his head as he did so.

“Anyway, that aside. What’s it gonna be? Smooch or bail?” Iruma slammed her hands against the table. “I hope you didn’t forget that there’s a penalty if you bail.”

“I didn’t hear of a penalty either!” Ouma blanched as his escape route had completely vanished before his very eyes. “When was that decided?”

“I actually wasn’t aware of a penalty either,” Kiibo hummed, trapping his chin in between his fingertips as he tried recalling such an arrangement.

“I also–!” Chabashira raised a hand, which slowly she slowly put down. “…D-don’t remember that there was a penalty…”

Akamatsu clapped her hands once to grab everyone’s attention, “It was during a voice call. I’m sorry, it slipped my mind that some of you were already asleep when the call started, that’s why you didn’t know!”

“So? What’s the penalty?” Hoshi pocketed his hands as he asked.

“It’s nothing too serious. Just that you have to treat the class to food,” Amami replied.

Kiibo took note of the raven-haired teen’s pale complexion and shaking pupils, it practically screamed ‘I don’t know if I brought enough money to treat everyone.’

“Ouma-kun, it should be fine,” he offered a small smile as he shut the door behind them. “I don’t mind doing it.” His eyes never left Ouma, paying no heed to the impressed whistles and the soft gasps of their peers.

It was a little impressive how quick the shorter teen was to change color, from red, to white, to red once more.

“A-are you sure, Iidabashi-kun?!” Ouma looked at his friend in shock. “I-it’s a kiss, you know!”

Kiibo shrugged as he tugged him closer, “Perhaps. But the rules didn’t exactly specify that it had to be on the lips.”

“AH! Iidabashi you cheating prick–!” Iruma yelled. But the pair was no longer paying attention.

Kiibo used his free hand to brush away his dark locks from his face before pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. Ouma had instinctively closed his eyes as soon as the albino slowly leaned in to close the gap, releasing a breath once he felt the other’s soft lips on his skin. His cheeks heated up even more as soon as he registered the hoots and cheers of their class.

“That was sly of you, Iidabashi-kun,” Yumeno wiggled her fingers towards his general direction. “I just cast a curse on you. You’ll keep finding yourself under the mistletoe no matter what, from now on. This spell expires as soon as the year changes.”

“Come to my shrine tomorrow to get rid of the curse, Iidabashi-kun!” Yonaga chimed, pressing her hands together as though in prayer.

“Whaaat? Don’t you dare undo my spell like that!” whined the crimson haired teen.

“Anyway, we should continue with the exchange so we can go eat dinner right after,” Harukawa’s voice easily cut through the shorter girl’s whines. “We’d be able to go home sooner too.”

“Yes, that’s true,” Toujou nodded. “Well then, shall we resume?”

While the others got down to business, Kiibo led the dazed Ouma to the direction of their things and sat him down.

“Hey, Ouma-kun,” Kiibo called as he grabbed his white and gold gift box.

“Y-yes?”

“Actually…” Kiibo reached for his friend’s hands before placing the gift atop it. “I drew your name for the exchange as well.”

“HAH?!” Ouma covered his mouth with both hands, embarrassed by his sudden outburst.

The albino bowed a little, trying to hide his red cheeks. “I was shocked too, when you gave me your gift. The chances of picking each other’s names are slim…and yet here we are.” He slowly guided Ouma’s hands back to the latter’s lap. “Go ahead and open it.”

Ouma looked at the box’s golden bow, then at his friend, then back to the box. He took a deep breath and carefully tugged the ribbons’ ends, unraveling the bow back to its original form. The first thing he saw upon lifting the cover was a carefully folded scarf patterned in checkers of black and white. He ran his hand on it, finding out that it was made with a thick material to maximize warmth. “A scarf…”

“I noticed that you’ve been shivering a lot in class even with the heater on, that’s when I saw that your scarves were already thin and worn. That’s why I chose a particularly thick one so it would keep you warm during the winter season,” Kiibo explained. “There’s actually more. Take the scarf out of the box.”

“Huh? Um…okay,” Ouma felt a little awkward for not being able to express his gratitude, but did as he was told. But as soon as he discovered what was hidden under the monochrome scarf, he froze. In bold white and black, the words: Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc stared back at his awed face. “T-this is–!”

He lifted the CD case, and discovered that there was another game hidden under it: Super Danganronpa 2: Farewell Despair Academy. He felt himself tear up. Underneath that CD were the other 2 Danganronpa games that he never got to chance to play since he couldn’t afford it. A scarf and all 4 installments of a game he absolutely loved. He feels absolutely blessed right now.

He wiped his tears with a sleeve, far too overwhelmed with emotion. “T-thank you so much, Iidabashi-kun…!” he sobbed. “I–I don’t know what else to say. I’m sorry for crying…”

Kiibo gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder. “I knew how much you loved this franchise, so…”

“W-wait,” Ouma hastily wiped his tears before looking him in the eye. “You–you should open your gift too. I wasn’t able to wrap it properly since I only got it yesterday, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Kiibo flashed him a smile before moving to sit beside him. “Even if it wasn’t wrapped. I already know how hard you worked to buy this gift, and I’m grateful for that.”

When he opened the bag, he was surprised to find books inside it. His curiosity was piqued when he saw the familiar cover of Natsume Souseki’s, “I am a Cat.” The cover of the books were all protected by a plastic cover in order for it to withstand the elements.

“All of the books there are written by Natsume Souseki-sensei. I know you’ve read ‘I am a Cat’ from our school library before, but I figured that maybe you wanted to keep your own copy too,” Ouma averted his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck as he explained.

Kiibo’s immediate reaction was to hug the raven-haired teen. “Thank you…thank you!”

Upon noticing that their classmates were already eyeing them out of curiosity and mild amusement, Ouma patted the albino on the back. “You’re welcome, Iidabashi-kun. U-um…everyone’s watching us.” He gasped when the taller teen gave him a squeeze before pulling away.

“I’m sorry about my behavior, I…” Kiibo hugged the gift bag to his chest. “I will cherish these forever.”

“Mm~mm! It must be fate that they drew each other’s names for the exchange,” Yonaga nodded. “It’s quite perfect too, since they already know what gift would make their partner smile.”

Ouma wrapped his new scarf around his neck and tugged it upwards to hide the lower half of his face, his embarrassment only magnified from the attention he’s getting.

Toujou disrupted the awkward atmosphere with two claps. “Everyone, it’s already 8:25 pm. I already called the front desk and dinner should be served shortly. In the meantime, you may continue singing if you wish to do so.”

“Wow, this place serves dinner too? How high class…” Akamatsu trailed off.

“Aka-chan!”

The blonde pianist jolted in her seat at the sudden address. “Y-yes, Shiro-chan?”

The bespectacled blunette pointed at the second microphone perched on the table, “Pick that up, we’re doing this.”

Akamatsu gasped. “No way. You mean–”

“You. Me. And Suki Desu ga Suki Desu ka, ” Shirogane grinned as she pressed start. Akamatsu hurried out of her seat to join the other girl on stage. The two girls then proceeded to rock out to more Love Live songs while waiting for dinner to arrive.

“You didn’t have to walk me to my house. Your father is…”

“He won’t mind waiting in the car. I wanted to make sure that you actually get in your house,” Kiibo smiled. “How’s the scarf?”

Ouma’s cheeks took on a more rosy color as his face shyly sank into the checkered scarf, “It’s very warm…thank you again for this. And for dropping me home too.” He slowly pushed the door open.

“You’re welcome–ah.”

“Mmh? Is something the matter?” Ouma tilted his head in confusion.

“It seems…Yumeno-san’s curse is the real thing,” Kiibo let out an amused huff as he pointed at the door frame. There it was again, the infamous mistletoe. “Well, we don’t have to conform to the tradition. It’s not like we’ll get penalized either so it’s–”

Chu!

Kiibo’s brain short-circuited at the sensation of the other teen’s lips on his cheek.

Ouma hid behind his door, face now as red as a beet’s as he bid the albino a good night before shutting the door as silently as he could in his current giddy and embarrassed state.

.

…

…..

Rrriiiiing!

Kiibo absentmindedly took his phone out of his pocket and answered the call.

“Kiibo? Is something wrong? You’re taking a while–”

“I’m fine. I’ll…be there in a moment. Yes.” He ended the call before his father could respond.

Fifteen minutes later, Iidabashi had to personally come pick his son up from the Ouma residence when it didn’t seem like he’d be returning to the car any time soon.

#ndrv3 #kiibouma #kiibo #ouma kokichi #katastrofic writing #katastrofic reply #anon #winter kiibouma

[kawaiikichi]

Day 1: Talent/Pregame

First post for @oumasaiweek! I have decided on doing one shots so that I can practice how to properly write Kokichi XD

It’s my first time writing anything relating to the pregame (I’ve only ever read fanfics relating to the pregame), so I hope it’s okay.

One shot is under the cut!

Summary: Kokichi and Shuichi run into each other at the Team Danganronpa building and they talk a bit before their auditons.

Kokichi was going to be late.

He hurried down the street, piece of bread in between his teeth as he held on tightly to the folder that he had with him.

He had tried to slip out of the house quietly without alerting his parents, but his mom had been in the kitchen. She kept asking him questions about where he was going at six thirty in the morning even though school was supposed to start at eight. Every time he would cook up a lie, she would then refute it. He managed to slip away after pointing out that the food she was making in a saucepan was going to burn.

He quickly turned a corner as he bumped into someone. The impact caused him and the other person to fall down.

“I-I-I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t...I didn’t see where I was going!” Kokichi exclaimed, the bread falling out of his mouth and onto his lap.

He watched as the person slowly stood up from the ground. He flinched, waiting for the person to begin beating him up.

However, he was surprised to see the person extend their hand out to them. He slowly rose his head up as the person spoke.

“Are...Are you alright?” they asked.

Kokichi examined the male that he ran into. The male had a cap over his head, shielding his eyes from view. He wore a classy uniform that looked like it belonged to an elite school. He also had a folder in his hand.

“I...yes...” Kokichi trailed off as he took the male’s hand.

The male pulled him up and Kokichi’s breath caught in his throat as they locked eyes. The deep shade of gold in the male’s eyes was enough to knock the breath out of him. He continued to stare, captivated by the color of his eyes as he cleared his throat.

“Are...Are you here for the audition, too?” he asked.

Kokichi blinked twice, snapping out of his trance.

“Au...Audition...?” he asked.

“Yeah. For the 53rd season of Danganronpa?” the male asked, motioning to the building in front of them.

Kokichi turned, noticing that they were in front of the Team Danganronpa building.

“Oh! Ye...Yeah, I’m also here for the audition!” he replied.

Oh, how Kokichi wanted nothing more than to have the floor swallow him up.

The male cracked a grin.

“Cool! Let’s go in together.” he suggested.

Kokichi could only nod as he followed the male into the building. They were greeted by a woman at the front desk.

“Hello! Are you two here for the auditions?” she asked.

“We are!” the male said.

“Okay. Please write your names down on the clipboard here and then make your way over to the elevator at the end of the hall. Go up to the fifth floor, turn left, and continue heading down until you arrive at the Amami Conference Room.” she explained.

“Thank you so much.” the male reached for the clipboard and he handed it to Kokichi. “Here, you can write your name down first.” he said.

“Ah...th-thank you...” Kokichi stammered our as he took the clipboard from him and he wrote his name in the slot under the name Kaede Akamatsu. After he wrote his name down, he handed the clipboard over to the male.

Once he was done, he placed the clipboard on the counter.

“Thanks again!” he said.

“Of course! Good luck with the audition, you two!” she said as the two of them headed over to the elevator.

They got on and the male pressed the number five. The doors closed and the elevator began to go up. Kokichi fidgeted a little in his spot as the male cleared his throat to speak.

“So...your name is Kokichi Ouma, right?” the male asked.

Kokichi jumped, letting out a small squeak. He gripped onto his folder tightly as he spoke.

“H-H-H-H-How...? How do you...know my name...?” he asked.

“You wrote it down on the clipboard, didn’t you?” the male asked.

Gosh, couldn’t Kokichi just get swallowed up by the ground already? He really needed to stop embarrassing himself.

“Ah! O-Of course...yes, that is my name...” he trailed off.

“Cool! I’m Shuichi Saihara.” the elevator arrived on the fifth floor and they got off. “So, what talent do you want if they choose you for this season?” Shuichi asked.

“Oh...I want to be a supreme leader...” Kokichi trailed off.

“A supreme leader, huh...” Shuichi smiled. “That would certainly make things interesting! I don’t think the show has ever had a supreme leader before...” he trailed off.

Kokichi fiddled with his thumbs as Shuichi continued.

“Why that talent, specifically?” he asked.

“Ah...I decided on that one because I want to be stronger...” Kokichi trailed off.

“Stronger?” Shuichi asked.

“Yeah...You see, I get bullied at school every day. It’s mainly because I’m short and pretty meek. It’s...pretty bad. So, I want to become strong. I want to be someone who can’t get pushed around easily and who can stand their own ground.” Kokichi explained.

“I see...” Shuichi smiled. “You have a pretty strong resolve, Ouma-kun. I like it.” he said.

“Ah...Thanks, Saihara-kun...” Kokichi trailed off, reaching up to tug on one of the strands of his hair.

They neared the Amami Conference Room, where two girls were standing in line, waiting to go in for their audition. They got in line behind a blonde haired girl as Kokichi spoke.

“So...what will your talent be if they choose you, Saihara-kun?” Kokichi asked.

“I want to be the Ultimate Detective, just like Kirigiri-san from the first season!” Shuichi declared.

“Really?” Kokichi asked.

“Yeah! Kirigiri is literally the best character in all of the Danganronpa franchise.” Shuichi played with one of the corners of his folder. “However, I want to do something different as the Ultimate Detective.” he said.

Kokichi tilted his head to the side, some wispy strands of black hair falling in his face.

“Like what, Saihara-kun?” he asked.

“Do you know how the detective is usually one of the survivors?” Shuichi asked.

“I...I guess...?” Kokichi answered uncertainly.

“Well, I want to change that.” Shuichi looked at Kokichi and the smaller male swore that he saw pure insanity swirling around in Shuichi’s golden eyes. “I’m going to commit the perfect murder! I mean, nobody has ever seen a detective commit a crime before. Wouldn’t that be interesting?! And then, I’ll get executed in style!” he began to drool. “I...I’m going to work hard to make this season a thrilling one!” he gushed excitedly.

Kokichi was taken aback by the sudden change in Shuichi’s mood. What happened to the Shuichi from before? Or was that just a mask to hide who he truly is: a Danganronpa fanatic?

He let out a soft chuckle in an attempt to mask how terrified he was.

“Y-Yeah...that...that sounds really interesting...” he trailed off.

“Doesn’t it?!” Shuichi grabbed for Kokichi’s hands, startling the smaller male. “Hey, if we get in, we should commit the perfect crime together.” he proposed.

“Eh...?” Kokichi’s eyes widened as Shuichi giggled.

“It would be fantastic! So, will you?” Shuichi asked.

Kokichi swallowed, staring into the swirly eyes of Shuichi Saihara. His throat felt dry as he parted his lips to speak.

“I—“ he was cut off by the door to the conference room opening.

“Kokichi Ouma, you’re next!”

Kokichi looked at the person by the door and then back at Shuichi before pulling his hands away.

“I’ll give you an answer when we’re done.” a small smile pulled at Kokichi’s lips. “I’ll see you then.” he said.

“Yeah. Good luck, Ouma-kun!” Shuichi replied.

Kokichi let out a shaky sigh as he turned away from Shuichi and he headed into the conference room. Three people sat at a desk, two middle aged men and one teenage girl with glowing blue hair and blue eyes behind glasses. The girl looked up from her clipboard and smiled at him, a smile he knew was fake.

“Okay! Start whenever you’re ready!” she chirped.

Kokichi slowly nodded as he stared down at the ground for a bit, trying to regain his composure.

Come on, Kokichi.

You can do this.

It’s like presenting a project to the class. It’s not hard at all.

Just take deep breaths and go with it.

He let out a shaky breath before looking up at the three people sitting at the table.

Then, a small smile appeared on Kokichi’s face.

“Hello. My name is Kokichi Ouma and I am hoping to become the Ultimate Supreme Leader for the 53rd season of Danganronpa.”

#oumasaiweek #oumasai #saiouma #danganronpa v3 #saihara shuichi #ouma kokichi #day 1 #pregame/talent #tbh it's not that shippy??? #the other ones will be though