#♦♢kokichi oma♢♦

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@digitalloved

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A note is written in purple pen and pinned to the inside of Oma’s door.

Reminder:

- Date with Miu tomorrow. - Ask Hope for strawberry cake - Go to the apartment tonight

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@sprxngkiller

“I’m making masks.”

The scene Harukawa had wandered into was an odd one. It was many hours past lights off- nearly 3 in the morning- and yet the fifteen-year-old was painting alone in the orphanage’s dining hall. Old paint bottles revived with water laid about the table at random. A stack of unpainted white masks were on a chair beside him, and two partially painted masks were still drying.

“It’s for my secret organization,” Oma continued to explain with a smirk. For fifteen, this was incredibly silly, or at least childish, but it was better than the tantrums he’d been throwing since he’d arrived in the orphanage. “My secret evil organization. When I get out of here, I’m going to take over the world.”

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Since it’s pride month also...!

My interpretation of Kokichi Oma is pansexual. As stated before, Oma has no sense of “pride”- he knows very little about the LGBTQ+ community, and if he did, I doubt he would really count himself among them even considering his attraction to all genders.

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@so-lingers-the-ocean

Seeing Fukawa in a dress really was bizarre! The unlovable girl- if she could be called such- usually didn’t try to fool others by acting femininely. But even in the dress, surely nobody was tricked. She was still hideous, stinky, and a chore to listen to. 

Oma approached with a sweet expression.

“Fukawa, this isn’t like you,” he started. It was fun to imagine the school dance as a gathering of the most powerful people in the world. He, of course, was above them all. And instead of holding punch in a plastic cup, he imagined wine in a proper glass. He glanced at the wine, swirled it, then looked back to Fukawa with a new malicious smirk. 

“You should be in your dorm, rotting in your bed like old cheese that’s been dropped behind a couch cushion.” He looked her up and down for effect. “Do you even have a date? This is such a pathetic show. Nobody’s going to like you just because you put on a dress.”

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@springslain

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“It’s not murder if it’s for the sake of Hope~”

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“My heart is full of love; I’m bursting with sweet affection for every one of my wonderful classmates! Every time I see them, I wanna give them biiiig hugs!”

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“Kaito... has ruined everything.”

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“You did nothing to help anyone! Don’t tell me what I did was wrong! Don’t tell me it was right either; you don’t get to judge! That was my life!”

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“Do you remember your death? There really isn’t any excuse. You were betrayed, not just by the person who killed you, but by all of us. It must have been terrifying to die all alone- especially by the hands of someone who just wanted to get ahead. You must hate us.”

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“If you killed someone in Danganronpa, you’re still a killer. You are capable of killing, just like I am.”

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Oma likes his romantic partners powerful.

He wants to show them off. They should be as great as he is. He definitely believes they are if they got that far!

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“So... what are you going to do? Do you think you could discard your Danganronpa life so easily?”

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(chxoticorder) Mari tentatively knocked on Kokichi's door. She hated having to be the 'boring rule-enforcer' but she supposed it was part of her job description. "Ouma, are you in there?" She knocked again, still thinking about the rumors in the teacher's lounge about him having some kind of wild animal in his room. She didn't really believe them though. "It's Kurosawa-sensei. I'm here to do a room inspection."

Oma wasn’t afraid of the authorities at Hope’s Peak Academy. They let him do what he wanted, unlike any other authorities he’d encountered.

“Afternoon, Kurosawa-sensei. I didn’t know we had room inspections. It’s kiiinda a mess.” He opened his door, revealing his living space. The floor was covered in papers, old soda bottles, half-painted masks, and other miscellaneous items relating to his organization. On his bed was the schoolwork he’d been doing lazily, as well as Grimaldi, the currently small white tiger he’d nearly miraculously obtained.

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Just kinda uuuuuh leaves a little albino tiger cub here. You asked for this

“Woah…” Oma picked up the cub with genuine awe- he’s drawn to it, though he isn’t sure why. He shouldn’t have wanted to keep it, a regular cat had been too much, but whenever did Oma resist his impulses with logic?

Noting that nobody was around, Oma kissed the top of the cub’s head. images of a loyal, fully grown tiger guarding his throne as he ruled the world filled his head. He’d already decided as soon as he saw the cub. It was his- it was his and nobody could say otherwise!

“Grimaldi’s a good name, isn’t it..?”