#JUNKO AND YASUKE JUNKO AND YASUKE JUNKO AND YA-

[sweetsnidle]

they're thinking of ways to end each other (happy valentine's day <3)

[aparticularbandit]

New Clothes

Summary: Junko tries to convince Akane to let her make her new clothes. For reasons.

Rating: T.

AO3

“Owari-senpai, have you ever had clothes that fit.”

When Junko says it, it’s a statement, not a question.  She remembers when she first Akane, years ago, when Ryoko Otanashi traveled the world to make her way from a trip in Paris to where Matsuda lived in Enoshima.  She’d been homeless then, a child masking herself from anyone (everyone) who wanted to find her, and she’d done a very good job of not being found – and of not being recognized when she was.

Looking as she does now, Akane doesn’t recognize her.  Who would?  Junko Enoshima is a far cry from the redheaded brat she once was.

But Junko remembers Akane, and she remembers the garbage gremlin who never wore anything clean, who probably never had anything clean.  (Just the same as she remembers Mikan, who found her and tended to her until she was healthy enough to escape.  (Mikan would have kept her forever if she could.  She’d needed something under her constant control.  Ryoko just managed to be that thing for a short while, up until her analysis allowed her to get out, up until she’d broken through her own depression enough to realize that she didn’t want to stay.  But that’s another story for another day.))

Akane pulls on the edges of collar.  “Whaddya mean?  I’m not showin’ again, am I?”  She glances down, situates her shirt a bit, and then frowns.  “Nah.  Looks good.”  She flashes a grin at Junko.  “Hanamura-kun says I look good like this!”

Junko rolls her eyes.  “Teruteru would say you looked good dressed like a pig on a spit.”

“Like a—”  Akane’s eyes light up.  “He’s roasting a pig?”  She begins to drool.  “Where?”  Then she sniffs the air and frowns again.  “I don’t smell any.  You’re not lyin’, are ya?”

“No, I—”  Junko sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.  “Look, my sister wants me to give you the same treatment I gave Miki—”

Immediately, Akane growls and settles into a fighting stance, both hands clenched into fists in front of her.  “I don’t want any of what you and Tsumiki-chan got goin’ on, and I don’ think Miki would like it if ya were ta—”

“That’s not what I meant.”  Junko flushes a bright red and turns away from Akane, crossing her arms.  “Clothes, Akane.  I meant clothes.”

“Oh.”  Akane relaxes.  Her head tilts to one side.  “What about ‘em?”

“Yours don’t fit.”

Akane pulls on the edges of her collar and looks down again, brow furrowing and then relaxing.  “Nah, they fit good enough.  Ya can’t see nothing.”

“That’s not the point.”  Junko takes a deep breath and counts to ten.  Twenty.  Thirty, just to be safe.  She knows Akane isn’t dumb – she’s actually incredibly smart, when it comes down to it, just a different kind of smart than almost anything that Hope’s Peak runs on.  Mukuro gets it; they can hold a conversation (when Mukuro wants to hold a conversation) just fine.  Mikan gets it, too; she and Akane grew up in the same area, so Mikan has a good handle on translating from one end to the other and can settle into talking with Akane the way that Junko talks with…well, talked with Yasuke, when it comes down to it, although there’s nothing romantic between them.  Frustratingly enough, Teruteru can hold a conversation with Akane just fine, too, although more often than not he choose not to do so.  (Celeste is in that same boat; she’d just never admit to it.)

Junko understands it, but when she’s settled into her own self, it’s hard to not feel like they’re constantly talking past each other.

As Junko takes her calming breath, Akane’s head tilts again, ever so slightly.  “You okay?  Ya look like your head’s gonna pop.  Hanamura-kun didn’t give ya one of his special soups, did he?”

“No.”  Junko lets that breath out and then reaches over, placing a hand on Akane’s and clasping it when Akane tries to flinch away.  “What I’m trying to say is that I want to make you new clothes.  Ones that fit better.”  She holds Akane’s hand still when Akane goes to check her chest for the third time.  “Ones where you don’t have to check if you’ve got a nip slip all the time.”

Akane glances up.  Blinks.  “Ya don’t have ta do all that.  I’m good with what I got.”

“Consider it a gift,” Junko says, meeting her eyes.  “From Mukuro, not from me, so don’t be getting any ideas in your head.”  She thinks back to Akane’s previous comment about Mikan and considers that probably Akane has no desire for that sort of thing.  But it’s good that she’s making it clear that’s not what she’s doing…or why she’s doing what she’s doing.

Fuck, this can be so frustrating.

“Okay.”  Akane settles again.  Then she takes her hand from Junko’s, brows furrowing.  “I don’t want all of that frou frou stuff.”  She gestures to Junko.  “I don’t wanna look like that.”

Junko waits for the no offense, but it doesn’t come.  Not that she minds, or anything, because she doesn’t.  Whether it’s meant with offense or not, she’s not going to take it that way.  Not right now.  There’s no despair in that.  There’d only be despair if she thought little of Akane, and she doesn’t.  So it doesn’t matter.

“’Course you don’t,” Junko says, when the silence lingers a little too long.  (She can pretend that it hurt.  It’ll make Akane feel bad.  Maybe.)  “I would make something for you that fits with the kind of lifestyle you have.  Clothes are good about that, about telling a story, about feeling so much a part of yourself that—”

“That’s real nice of you!” Akane interrupts, and she flashes Junko a bright smile.  “I don’t get all of that fashion stuff, but if ya wanna make me look…uh—”

“Like you,” Junko completes.  “I want to make you look like you.”

“I always look like me.”

“Like a better version of you.”

“You sayin’ I don’t look good now?”  Akane gets into a fighting stance again, half-crouched, hands up in fists.  “‘Cause Hanamura-kun says—”

“For fucks’ sake, Akane, I don’t give a flying fuck what Teruteru thinks!”  Junko places her hands on Akane’s shoulders and meets her eyes again.  “I care what Mukuro thinks, and Mukuro thinks you look like shit, so I’m gonna make you look better so my sister doesn’t have a girlfriend who looks like shit.”

Akane freezes.  Blinks twice.  “Ikusaba-chan thinks I look like—”

Junko groans.  “No, no, she does not, she thinks you look pretty fine, obviously, but she thought I could help you look better because that is literally the thing I’m good at, got it?”

Akane stays frozen.  “Ya said something about girlfriend—”

“No, I did not say that either.”

“Yeah, pretty sure ya did—”

“Shut up.”  Junko covers Akane’s mouth with one hand and glares at her.  “Ya gonna let me make ya look like power or not?”

Akane’s eyes light up, and she grins again as Junko’s hand falls from her mouth.  “That’s what ya meant!  Sure!  Why didn’t ya say that?”

Junko sighs and rubs her forehead with her forefingers.  “I don’t know.”  Then she takes Akane’s hand and tugs on it.  “Now, let’s get goin’ before ya change your mind.”

“Why’d I do that?”

“I don’t know!”

[phantasmalnightmare]

The way he rebuffed her... It only made her year for him that much more, like a petulant child that wanted a specific toy, and nothing else was good enough. Izuru was a fascinating toy, and while she didn't have real feelings for him, she was hopeful (She frowned at the word that had stood out in her thoughts momentarily) that she could fall in love with him.

It took a lot, but Junko Enoshima was, in fact, capable of love. Yasuke and Mukuro were proof enough of that. The more she loved someone, the more the delicious the despair was when they died, either by her hand, or in her service. She remembered the sheer hopelessness that she felt when the light left Yasuke's eyes. To experience that again.. she clenched her thighs together in anticipation. She wouldn't give up on seducing this perfect being, if only for her own satisfaction. She certainly was crushing on him, her heart only picking up it's steady pace as he denied her safety.

They were off, the absolute speed and recklessness causing a grin to appear on her features. He'd said he wouldn't give her satisfaction, but oh boy was he wrong. She whooped from the back of the bike, as he weaved through traffic, and made harrowing turns that sent the bike dangerously close to the ground. The Fashionista threw her arms up, as if she was on a roller coster, her thighs clenching to the seat firmly.

She knew the trip would be over all too soon, and that Izuru was too perfect to actually end up crashing, but by the time they finally came to a stop, she was clinging onto him once more, her breathe coming out in deep gasps. "Holy crap why haven't I done this before? That was totally kick ass! Yas queen!"

"You certainly have a way with words, don't you?"

The sarcasm just oozes out in his voice as he lets out an exasperated sigh. Whatever, he can't take back what she said.

Izuru ties his hair back into a bun-- Dealing with so much hair flying around while driving around would be annoying. Then again, it couldn't be as annoying as the model's advances. While her feelings were obviously fake-- If the two were seen together it would have been some odd.... situationship, mainly from Junko's side. Since Izuru never reciprocated those 'romantic' feelings, or he could have been perceived as using her. Which... He technically is but not the way other students would think.

Well! This isn't about their weird one-sided situationship/not-friends-friends-with-benefits deal! This was about murder! Not a date! No matter how much Junko insists-- This was for.... Entertainment? Revenge? Something along those lines. A murder to kill time!

"Hold on tight... Because I'm not giving you that satisfaction."

With a few revs of the engine-- The two were off to their destination! Not caring for any road rules or safety, Izuru speeds down the freeways and cuts through traffic with ease with Junko clinging on behind him.

[theminecraftgay]

I love them so very very much

[ivoryratdoggerythethird]

I JUST WATCHED THE DANGANRONPA 2.5 OVA THINGY i’m going to explode this was sheer perfection except not really except yes actually it was

-> NAGITO-FUYUHIKO-SOUDA WAS THE BESTIE TRIO I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED TILL NOW

-> LMFAO WHAT THE HELL IS THIS MAKOTO IS SMOOTH

-> that pikachu girl’s hoodie!!!! kizakura!!!!!!!!

-> OMG SEIKOOOOO CHISAAAAAA and the rest of them too i guess. anyway

-> holy shit is that yasuke??? I SEE YA THERE BUD HI i haven;t read zero yet but you are very pretty i must say

-> lmfao indirect leon cameo

-> is this how ibuki starts them off everyday that’s so freaking cute i’m gonna cry

-> LOOK AT THEM THEY’RE SUPPORTING HIM I CAAAAAN’T

-> that speech tho nagito hell yeah find happiness it’s between hajime’s tiddi-

-> what the hell is this anti-nagito-mindset propaganda and why do i find it entertaining

-> woah ok komokomo gettin kinda close there bud, watch it, your bf’s alter ego’s in town and fuyuhiko’s wifey is right fucking there you boutta get slashed from a bush

-> “It’s who you are.” FUYUHIKO SIR ARE YOU AWARE THAT I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

-> MIKAN SWEETHEART OH GOD LMFAOOO NAGITO NOOOOOOO YOU POOR DUMBASS ILY 

-> ??? hiyoko protective bully moment????

-> KAMAKURA KAMAKURA YAS QUEEEEEN

-> SONIAAAAAAA SO CUTE SO PRECIOUS THAT LITTLE SELFIE WITH SOUDA AWWWWJWNHIOKEWSAJILE

-> pekopekopeko pls step on me queen 🙏

-> omfg he fking dead

-> we get fuyuhiko with a gun! pekopeko with a sword!!!

-> SONIA WITH A ROCKET LAUNCHER SONIA WITH A ROCKET LAUNCHER SONIA WITH A ROCKET LAUNCHER SONIA WITH A ROC- *dies*

-> wait what wait no izuru no no no bad izuru bad

-> i never wanted to see a dead fuyuhiko or sonia in my life help

-> alter ego izuru be nicer to your body’s previous host’s boyfriend will you

-> i already knew it was coming but that building collapse though lmao the screws were raining

-> WAIT WHY DID HE SHOOT HIMSELF HOW DID THAT BULLET EVEN COME BACK TO HIT HIM WHAT 

-> i know he’s not dead but what was the point of that?? the falling building would kill him anyway right??? was it for a quick death????? or am i just being stupid

-> the only one who’s never died in any telling of this cast that we’ve seen is akane and i feel like this is a sign to accept her as the strongest and most likely to be immortal person in this class imo

-> his hoodie’s back!!! 

-> aww there you are back to normal ily hope boy in this reality and that one

-> AWWW HAJIME’S THE ONE LEANING OVER HIM NOW this is so cute i cannot

-> the junko hand he got from claire’s-

-> YES THEY’RE ALL ALIVE AND WELL MY BABIES MY ANGELS

-> well except one of the best girls. rip chiaki we love and remember you legend

-> THAT HUUUUUUUUUUUG

-> yes take his hand oh my life my heart 😭😭

-> new hand!!!! hecc yeah

this was so nice i was honestly expecting to not like it but damn wow; fuyu-kazu-gito brotp will live in my heart rent free forever now

[magioftheseas]

MatsuKoma - A Meeting

I wanted to post something for mermay and ended up with this short ficlet. A merficlet. It’s MatsuKoma. Matsuda’s a mer.

Ye.

Warnings: Light gore.

He had just been trying to sleep. The sand was soft, the sunlight warm, it just seemed like a great place to sleep.

He had thought the area was remote, too, so he wouldn’t be bothered, be it by fucking Junko or anyone else.

Of course, a human stumbled across him instead, letting out a sharp gasp when they did.

Urgh. Annoying.

He was content with just keeping his eyes shut and ignoring him. After all, humans typically avoided his kind. Some shit about them casting curses on humans—although with Junko taking such delight in crashing their boats, maybe that was the right call. Either way, whatever earned him peaceful rest was fine. So what did he care as long as the human left him alone?

Except.

This human.

Wasn’t doing that.

In fact, the human was hovering, fretting even, babbling in messy, slurred syllables of their garbage language. Urgh, god, that was ridiculously annoying. He should at least shut the other up...

“Will you—!” He slapped their hand. “Stop!”

It’s supposed to be a hiss, but he’s so aggravated that it comes out much higher-pitched than intended. The human is staring at him with hopelessly wide eyes...and they’re also trembling.

Likely because of the deep gashes left in their hand from where Matsuda’s claws had unintentionally caught on the skin. Oh.

Fuck.

That was a lot of blood.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Matsuda frantically cursed, fretting over what to do. He didn’t exactly carry medicine on him, but—did he at least have something to dress the wound with? He had to dig through his scales before he found some algae. It wasn’t perfect, but he could use it as a compress—

The human was staring at him stupidly, but they offered their bloodied hand wordlessly. Matsuda pressed down on the slashes, wincing when the human hissed softly in pain.

“Sorry,” Matsuda mumbles lamely, even though the beast surely doesn’t understand him. With their similar faces, Matsuda can only hope his expression is apologetic enough. “I’m...really sorry.”

The human’s face—it’s pale. It’s so pale it wouldn’t be out of place in the deepest pits of the ocean, but his eyes... They’re a soft shade of gray and green. It’s a lovely color, at least to someone like Matsuda.

Chirping with interest, Matsuda almost wanted to reach out. The human blinked those pearly greens at him, and then—they smiled. Brightly.

“Thank you!”

It was in a garbled, unknown language, but Matsuda understood it immediately. He understood it so well that it had him recoil, his cheeks burning. The human just laughs, repeating those words before letting out a string of others. The human was definitely cooing, it was fucking cooing at him.

“Just take care of that injury,” Matsuda snapped, dragging himself away to retreat into the water. The human called after him, and Matsuda only looked back to see them grinning and waving at him frantically.

Feeling at a temperature that should’ve been impossible for his kind, Matsuda dove into the deepest depths of the ocean.

--

“Yaaaaaaasuke-kun!”

It’s annoying how much he was thinking of that human even now.

“Yas-uke-kun!”

Even though he couldn’t understand human language—what was that human’s name? He just had no idea.

“YASUKE-KUN!”

Junko screamed into his ear, making him recoil and swat at her with his tail. She laughed, drifting back with that malicious smile hidden by the long locks of pink.

“You’re so distracted,” she remarks, teasing. “I know juuuuust the thing to get you perked up! Let’s wreck some ships!”

“How the hell is that supposed to perk me up?” he snapped. “That’s your favorite activity, not mine. It’s not even in the top fifty.”

“Oh come on!” She pouts at him, lower lip jutted out. “It’s been so long since we’ve done anything together! Guess what, guess what!” In a flurry of bubbles, she was in his face. Since he was used to it, he didn’t flinch, even when she grinned so wide it split her face like a vicious gash. “There’s this cruise that’s set out to sail. It’s massive.”

“Not selling your case,” Matsuda grumbled. “I don’t exactly enjoy drowning humans, you know.”

“Even though you keep going back to that place for a glimpse of one?” Junko asked, and he’s not even surprised she knows.

He’s not surprised—but discomfort grips his heart all the same.

“You know, he’ll never be yours if you don’t drag him under,” she reminded him sweetly. “This could be your chance, Yasuke-kun.”

“You don’t even know if he’ll be on that boat,” Matsuda shot back, but that discomfort only grew heavier.

“I’ve got a good hunch.”

(Her hunches were never wrong.)

Fuck.

(He can only hope there’s some way—any way to save that human from the whirlpool that was Junko.)

[a-student-out-of-time]

Twisted Sister Arc Review Part 2

Mindwipe

Welcome back everyone! Last time we looked how Kanade killed everyone, got the shit beaten out of her by a lot of people, mainly Nikei and Hibiki though, stuff the Mod doesn’t want to talk about and now that timeline is DED. Now it’s time to deal with Kanade proper as we already wasted a life on her (actually she ate two lives now, as she was responsible for Hajime dying the first time, he lost a life) and we don’t need any more lives being lost.

With a reset and briefing of the QC of how Kanade got strok, it’s time for Hajime and Nikei to beeline to Hope’s Peak and this time they are not fucking around as Kanade racked up a decent body count last time, and that’s not an experience they want to repeat. But first thing’s first time for Hajime to keep his promise to Massacre!Nikei and make sure that Iroha doesn’t become the first victim to Kanade and start the chain reaction off. I think we Anons do kinda feel guilty for getting Iroha killed the first time around as she was supposed to be on a date with Makoto that day, and of course Makoto’s wonderful luck meant the Prison Break had to happen on that day, and rather than stay with Makoto, she rushed in to stop Kanade. Then again, we all assumed that Kanade was still the same pathetic serial killer that Hajime and Sonia dealt with in the Concert Arc and didn’t get more generous buffs then Samus did from Smash 64 to Melee, so hindsight 20/20, I guess? Anyway, they get Iroha to go back to her ahoge boyfriend and now at Hope’s Peak it’s time for Hajime’s grand master plan to bring…EVERYONE FROM CLASS 77-B! *Insert Smash Ultimate meme here* Oh and Juzo, he’s useful too, I guess. Kanade arrives to begin the plot of Carrie, but instead gets tear gas in her face, a swift pound down from Class 77-B, and Juzo, and then is quickly disabled by Mikan. Again, like with the whole Kanade Vs. Hibiki fight beforehand, I would love to see an animation of Class 77-B just beating the living snot out of Kanade and this is much better imo then when Sonia kicked the living shit out of Kanade. There our reasons for hating Kanade were basically all the shit she pulled in SDAR2, but here we just had a bad timeline where Kanade killed a bunch of people, and likeable people as well, and thus as they say…the fallen have been avenged.

Of course, getting Kanade’s arse handed to her was half the battle, as now the focus is on; what the heck is going on here? A quick check from the biology people revealed some very worrying facts. The first one is that Kanade’s syringe contained an addictive which not only can keep a person awake for days, but the chemical compound is unique, only came out for a few months in 2003 and all the people involved in it are in jail. Then there is the fact that she has dermal armour which looks like skin on her, which while flexible like skin, is strong enough to block bullets and blades. The experimental nature of it makes it highly expensive as well, meaning whoever is behind this, they are loaded and have resources. And then there is the confirmation that yes, she has a BCI. One that is full of combat data and information on Class 77-B. This is the most worrying part in my opinion. Anyone in the Despairs with enough money and resources could do all the above but VERY few people knew that Hibiki came over to Hope’s Peak and bonded with Class 77-B. The data required for that narrows suspect list down a lot and the implications are…worrying. Whoever backed Kanade, they are not to be underestimated.

And then comes when Yasuke is relevant to the plot for once and the whole Mindwipe proposal. So first let’s talk Yasuke. A lot of people hated the idea he was on the side of good here, as they prefereed it when he was just Junko’s boyfriend. Thing is though, I feel like Yasuke could work here. Remember he never bought Junko’s despair ideology and while he is an arsehole, he could be the ‘Byakuya’ of the group in which he is a cold jerk who says harsh things, but said harsh things are required as there are uncomfortable truths out there which the rest of the QC are either too afraid or too polite to say. I just hope Mod doesn’t bow down to peer pressure and make Yasuke a bone fila villain just because people hate him, but maybe tone down his jackarsey a bit. I know its canonically accurate but not everyone has read Zero and as such I don’t think people are used to that kind of harsh words coming from a non-antagonistic character.

And then there is the Mindwipe…naturally this a decision which has caused many readers to be split on it, and even for the QC to have a scrum debate over it. Don’t lie, you all heard the music. And unlike with a scrum debate where one side is clearly one, here both sides have a point. Mindwiping Kanade is ethically wrong on so many levels, and easily the darkest thing the QC have done, but they also don’t have a lot of options because there is a Prison Break to deal with, and Kanade was gonna be killed anyway so this is keeping her body alive but just killing her mind. They may be the good guys here, but given how morally deprived their opponents are, sometimes you do have to swoop to their level because you have little choice in the matter. It’s also interesting to see everyone’s viewpoints on it, some stating that from leadership like characters such as Sonia and Nikei arguing that at times you do have to make difficult choices and they don’t have the luxury of being morally right all the time, pragmatic characters like Sora stating that a mindwiped and redeemed Kanade could be beneficial to them if they do go down this route, to those who have spiritual issues like with Gundham, moral problems like with Chiaki and ethical problems like with Kyoji. Nobody is split in the middle, you either think mindwiping is the best possible solution, or if it’s so wrong it cannot be done. Arguing got so bad that Yoruko had to step in and get Hibiki, the most important person as far this matter goes, to decide. And Hibiki vents her feelings on the matter, and decides that since both sides have good points, to just vote on the matter.

This is one of the best parts here because it isn’t done by the characters but rather the audience. After all, given this is such a morally questionable decision it makes sense for the audience to decide what path they are going down. And thus, votes are casted…a lot more people read this then I suspected, and a significant majority go towards mindwiping. I dunno how they explain the votes though as there clearly isn’t that many people voting so how does one in-universe count the Anons’ votes? But again, I’m not surprised the mindwipe came through as Kanade is a popular character in the fandom (She ranked #2 in the official SDAR2 popularity poll, just behind Sora) so any chances of Kanade getting a redemption arc especially as we would have a Ryoko-espe character with her, would be something the fanbase would gobble up. I just hope none of the QC resent this decision, they may regret it but they have to remember it’s a hard choice for all of them and they didn’t have a lot of options. Even those against the Mindwipe would have to do their part, after all they are a team. At least Yasuke is considerate enough for all blame regarding the consequences of the mindwipe to be directed at him as he kinda forced the decision onto us. Hopefully Kyoji and Kokoro made sure he didn’t turn Kanade into a Despair Sleeper Agent or something. However, I did genuinely enjoy the audience participation here and I hope more chances like this come up in the future as it gives the audience a greater degree of control on how the story pans out.

That’s Kanade dealt with, but The QC cannot rest yet, because her escaping wasn’t the only bad thing to occur, there’s a Prison Break and tons of criminals running around that need wrangling! And with that the second part of the review concludes. Next time for the final time we talk about dealing with them damn prisoners and my final overall thoughts on the Arc! See ya then- Review Anon

[ao3feed-komahina]

by featherlight221b

“Gotcha,” she nodded in understanding, then her smile turned into the toothy grin from before. “Well, I’m gonna believe ya because it’s quite clear you don’t know much about fashion.”

“W-What?”

“Gosh, you really are ridiculously easy to tease,” Enoshima laughed. “You’ve got to relax more, you know? All that stress isn’t good for your skin. Neither is sitting outside in a weather like that for too long, have you used sunscreen? You don’t strike me as a ‘remembers-to-use-sunscreen’ kinda guy, but you really should or you’ll end up looking real old real fast.”

Hajime stared at her for a moment, not sure what to answer.

*

Hajime tries to navigate his school life at Hope's Peak, which isn't the easiest when the reserve course isn't quite what he imagined it to be, there's a potentially life-changing decision waiting to be made hanging above him, and on top of all that a famous and rather strange model seems to be strangely enthusiastic about wanting to befriend him for no particular reason.

Words: 1907, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Hajunko AU

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Dangan Ronpa 3: The End of 希望ヶ峰学園 | The End of Kibougamine Gakuen | End of Hope's Peak High School, Dangan Ronpa Zero

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Hinata Hajime, Enoshima Junko, Nanami Chiaki, Komaeda Nagito, Soda Kazuichi, Kuzuryu Natsumi, Matsuda Yasuke, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko, Class 77 (Dangan Ronpa), Ikusaba Mukuro

Relationships: Enoshima Junko & Hinata Hajime, Hinata Hajime/Komaeda Nagito

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hope's Peak Academy (Dangan Ronpa), Kamukura Izuru Project | Hope Cultivation Plan, Unhealthy Relationships, Friendship, Fluff and Angst, Manipulation, Frenemies, what if hajime and junko met during hpa era au, komahina is there but there's not much of actual romance in this part yet

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

are you satisfied?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3wOxpkH

by featherlight221b

“Gotcha,” she nodded in understanding, then her smile turned into the toothy grin from before. “Well, I’m gonna believe ya because it’s quite clear you don’t know much about fashion.”

“W-What?”

“Gosh, you really are ridiculously easy to tease,” Enoshima laughed. “You’ve got to relax more, you know? All that stress isn’t good for your skin. Neither is sitting outside in a weather like that for too long, have you used sunscreen? You don’t strike me as a ‘remembers-to-use-sunscreen’ kinda guy, but you really should or you’ll end up looking real old real fast.”

Hajime stared at her for a moment, not sure what to answer.

*

Hajime tries to navigate his school life at Hope's Peak, which isn't the easiest when the reserve course isn't quite what he imagined it to be, there's a potentially life-changing decision waiting to be made hanging above him, and on top of all that a famous and rather strange model seems to be strangely enthusiastic about wanting to befriend him for no particular reason.

Words: 1907, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Hajunko AU

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Dangan Ronpa 3: The End of 希望ヶ峰学園 | The End of Kibougamine Gakuen | End of Hope's Peak High School, Dangan Ronpa Zero

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Hinata Hajime, Enoshima Junko, Nanami Chiaki, Komaeda Nagito, Soda Kazuichi, Kuzuryu Natsumi, Matsuda Yasuke, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko, Class 77 (Dangan Ronpa), Ikusaba Mukuro

Relationships: Enoshima Junko & Hinata Hajime

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hope's Peak Academy (Dangan Ronpa), Kamukura Izuru Project | Hope Cultivation Plan, Unhealthy Relationships, Friendship, Fluff and Angst, Manipulation, Frenemies, what if hajime and junko met during hpa era au, some background komahina maybe, but no actual romance in this part yet

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Of A Fatal Captivity: Day Seven (II)

Summary: When do they decide that she can’t leave? That they’re going to keep her there no matter what she wants? That’s the day her captivity begins. Is that today?

Some of you will think that this beginning is a gimmick. Up to you! Think what you want! (It’s not a gimmick more than anything else in writing is a gimmick, which is to say, of course, it’s a gimmick, because that’s all writing is, really, isn’t it? A bunch of gimmicks? Some of them more successful than others? Isn’t that why we have tropes? The trappings of a Tragedy to tell us whether that’s really what the story is or not? (Do you know the story you’re in?))

Enough games.

You’re here for something better than that.

Or: Junko Enoshima’s factory reset may or may not be going as planned, and Ryoko Otonashi has plenty of things to say about that. Or will, once she realizes what’s going on.

Chapter Rating: T. Fic Rating: M for Danganronpa reasons.

TW for Vomit and Bare Description of Corpse Scent.

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Book One

Day Seven (of a Fatal Captivity).

On the way to what Mikan referred to as the old school, Ryoko tells her everything she can remember about Yasuke.  She tells her about the curve of his long blue-black hair, about how he’d always looked at her with such gentleness (even when he was mad at her!  which she seems to think was quite often), about how his hair was super duper infinity soft, about how he’d been taller than she was but he’d always made her feel so much bigger than she was, about how he was such a slob in what he wore but that was okay because it meant she could see the skin of his chest—

Kaz groans before she can finish.  “It sucks to hear ya goin’ on about this other dude, Miss Ryoko!”  He runs a hand through his hair.  “No guy wants ta hear about that!”

A deep flush brushes across Ryoko’s cheeks.  “Sorry!”  Her gaze drops to her hands, to the fingers that are all tangled together.  “I didn’t mean to annoy you.”

“It’s okay.”  Mikan reaches over and places a hand on hers.  “I asked.  I wanted to know.”

“Oh, sure, ya did.”  Kaz rolls his eyes.  “Order good ol’ Kaz ta take ya back ta the warzone.  Make ‘im listen ta ya blabber on about some other dude.  I see.”

Then the world shifts.

See, Ryoko and the others are riding in a huge mecha version of the little plush bear that Mikan gave her just yesterday.  Which honestly adds a whole new realm to the idea of the stupid little bear.  She’d thought it was just a stuffed animal that Mikan named Monokuma, but apparently he’s a whole big thing?  Like not just the random name of a plush bear that she’s supposed to remember at some point, but some icon of the Resistance?

(At least, as far as Ryoko knows.  She’s with the good guys, after all.  There’s no way Monokuma’s, like, the Death Star.)

The control center of the giant Monokuma rests squarely behind his eyes, so what he sees, they see.   It also means that whenever Kaz needs to make him shift one way or the other, they shift one way or the other.  And every now and again, he presses a button – usually by accident, but not always – that sets the giant mecha to dancing.

It’s honestly been more than a little surprising to see what the world looks like now.  The sky overhead is stained a deep red like blood after it’s dried, although Ryoko thinks that’s a result of the red slash of Monokuma’s left eye.  She’s seen houses and what looks like hospitals as the Monokuma walks forward with its lumbering gait, and Mikan mentions as they pass them that Junko made sure to protect as many of the poor and sick when the war started.

That just cements Ryoko’s belief that they’re the good guys.  Maybe they started the war – Fuyuhiko implied they did, after all – but if their queen made sure to get those most likely to be hurt somewhere safe before the soldiers went in, then…that’s something the good guys do.  Mikan leading the hospitals, Teruteru feeding the crowds, Sonia’s entire country allying with them to provide as much as they need—

They wouldn’t have this many people here, hiding with them, being helped, if they were bad.

And this time, as Kaz presses the Monokuma Dance Button intentionally, he gestures Ryoko closer to the front.  “Look,” he says, peering out and down at the world around them.  “Look at all of them!”

Ryoko steps cautiously forward and peers out.  They’re nearer to what looks like the bulk of the warzone; the buildings are cracked, broken, shuddering.  She can’t help but look for the cathedral she saw in her dreams, but she doesn’t see it.

Instead, there, out in the ruins of the world that Ryoko once knew, is a crowd of people.  They stand along the streets, on the rooftops (or what’s left of the rooftops), on the crumpled bits of debris scattered here and there; they stand in places she can’t see and doesn’t even notice until she catches the movement of them.  Because none of them are standing still.

They’re dancing.

Just like the giant Monokuma.

“Who are they?” Ryoko asks, staring down at them, at the dance.  “What are they doing?”

“They’re your people,” Mikan answers, “and they’re doing the dance you taught them – the one you taught all of us.  It’s a celebration for you being back with us again.”

Ryoko stares at them, at the side to side, at the intermittent thrusting.  “I…I taught them how to do this?”  She turns to Mikan, her eyes wide.  “I made this whole dance up?”

Mikan just stares back at her, dumbfounded.

“What?”

Kaz leans back, wraps one arm around the back of the leather chair next to him, and looks up at both of them.  “We gotta show ya the movie, Miss Ryoko.  It was your favorite.”  He grins, pointed teeth so like those of the Junko in her dreams, but somehow less menacing.  “I make some wicked popcorn.”

“I….”  Ryoko’s brow furrows.  “I don’t like popcorn.  I don’t like the way the kernels get stuck in my teeth.”  Of course, that would be one of the few good uses of her long, sharp fingernails; they’re perfectly equipped for picking that stuff out.  Sure, they’re also perfectly equipped for making her gums bleed, too, but why should she worry about that?

And yet Kaz blinks twice, looks over at Mikan, and then glances back over his shoulder as though there’s something wrong with what she’s just said.

Ryoko grows cold.  “What?”  Immediately, she flails and steps backward, away from him, away from the eye.  “Do you…do you like them, or something?  It’s weird to not like popcorn!  I-I-I’m sorry!”

And again, Mikan places that hand on her shoulder and murmurs, soft and gentle as anything, “Don’t be.  You don’t need to like popcorn.”

“B-b-but Miss Junko—”

“Kaz can eat all of it,” Mikan continues as though Kaz hasn’t tried to say anything.  “It’s fine.”

But Kaz keeps looking at Ryoko like it’s not fine, like it’s not normal, up until he meets her frightened, uncertain eyes.  Then he rubs the back of his neck and shrugs.  “Yeah,” he mutters, then seems to force himself to smile.  “That’s fine, Miss Ryoko.  Teruteru’ll make ya somethin’ great, probably.  Not really movie food, but….”  He shrugs again and grabs the controls.  “Forget I said it.”

Ryoko doesn’t forget.  It feels just like some other way she’s not measuring up to what she should be, to what they expect her to be.  And although she can’t remember it exactly, can’t remember why she feels that way, she has a strong sense of déjà vu to this whole thing, as though there’s someone else – maybe even multiple someones! – who she’s disappointed before in exactly the same way.

She cowers beneath the weight of it all.

~

“If it’s empty,” Mikan says, hands on her hips and crouching down nearer to Kaz, “you should turn the guns off.”

Kaz grits his teeth, jaw working against itself.  “Miss Junko told me ta leave ‘em goin’, and until she says otherwise, they’re gonna keep goin’.”  He doesn’t even turn back.  “No offense, Miss Ryoko, but you’re no good for this one.”

That flies right over Ryoko’s head.

“Guns?” Ryoko says instead.  “What guns?”  Her expression falls, and she turns to Mikan.  “Better clothes aren’t worth getting shot—”

“We won’t get shot.”  Mikan places a hand on Kaz’s shoulder and gives it a squeeze.  “Kaz here is an excellent pilot.”  She turns away from him, misses the way he first grimaces and then beams with pride, and meets Ryoko’s eyes.  “Particularly when he needs to be.”  As Ryoko stares, Mikan’s grip tightens on Kaz’s shoulder.  “Like now.”

“Ow ow ow ow!  I got it, I got it!”  Kaz bats at her hand and glares up at her.  “If you’re so sure of me, why’d ya tell me ta turn the guns off?”

“I thought it would be safer, Kaz.  You want to keep Ryoko safe, don’t you?”

“We’ll be safer if ya quit buggin’ me—”

Gunshots – rapid fire – and then bullets glance off the giant Monokuma’s hard outer shell.  Ryoko lets out a squeal of fear and runs back to crouch down, hands over her ears, hiding in the back.  “We’re gonna die!”  She shivers.  “I don’t wanna die!”

(Something inside her says that isn’t true.  She ignores that.)

“We’re not gonna die, we’re gonna be just—”  Kaz cuts himself off as the Monokuma shifts and shakes.  He grinds his teeth together and doesn’t say anything else, too focused on his attempts at driving.

Ryoko huddles behind one of the leather chairs.  This has nothing to do with her.  Right?  This has absolutely nothing to do with her.  These people just think that she’s some leader with amnesia.  Maybe she is!  But that doesn’t mean that—

The shadow of someone crouching down in front of her causes Ryoko’s gaze to lift, and Mikan’s soft, bruise-colored eyes give her a gentle look.  She reaches out, wraps her arms around Ryoko, and draws her gently against her.  “It’s okay,” she croons, gently scratching along Ryoko’s back.  “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

It’s meant to be calming – and for the most part, it is – but there’s also something in the way Mikan’s voice speaks so insistently that makes it quietly terrifying.  Less protective of her and more threatening to anyone who tries to hurt her.

Somehow, in that fierceness, Ryoko finds herself comforted.

Ryoko curls against Mikan, rests her head against her chest, and lets herself be held.

(She still shudders when there’s gunfire, but Mikan holds her closer, tighter.  Before she realizes it, Mikan has unbraided her hair just so she can thread her fingers through it.  And always, always that murmuring, “You’re okay.  You’re okay,” until, eventually, she believes her.)

~

When they finally land, Mikan presses a kiss gentle as anything to Ryoko’s forehead.  “See?” she murmurs, brushing Ryoko’s wavy hair back from her face, tucking her fingers under her chin, and gently lifting her face.  “You’re okay.  You’re safe.”

Ryoko nods and then tucks her face against the crook of Mikan’s neck.  She closes her eyes, forces herself to breathe.  “Thank you.”

“Always.”

There’s a few moments of just that comforting stillness before Kaz breaks it.  “Uh.  What’re…what’re ya doing?”

Ryoko’s breath catches in her throat.  That’s a good question.  What is she doing?  This is…this isn’t—

“It isn’t what it looks like!” Ryoko exclaims all at once, pushing herself away from Mikan without another thought.  She ignores Mikan’s hurt look as she scoots away, but she can’t as she stands and brushes the wrinkles from her skirt.  Their eyes just meet; she presses her lips together, blushes, and looks away.  “W-w-we’re…we stopped.  That means we’re at the school, right?”  She rushes over to the front of the control center to look through the Monokuma’s eyes, only to be stopped abruptly as Mikan grabs her sleeve.

It would be easy to slip out of her blazer and keep running forward, if not for the buttons holding it together.  As it is, Ryoko starts forward, comes to a complete stop, and then trips backward, nearly landing with a painful jolt.  She turns back to Mikan, hands clenched into fists and held up in front of her.  “What did you do that for?  Can’t I look?”

“Why don’t we go down together?”

Ryoko bites her lower lip.  “To explore an old abandoned school?  Do we…do we need to look for threats or something first?”

Mikan just smiles.  “You’re here.  There are no threats.”

That’s not….

Ryoko hates this, hates how much Mikan believes in her.  She’s not who she thinks she is, even if Fuyuhiko is convinced she will be and has been – even if she might have been at one point.  She’s not now.  And she can’t just…she can’t just make there not be threats!  She’s not some sort of super powerful being, or anything like that.  She’s just a girl!

And yet none of them look at her like that.  They all look at her like she’s something special, and it makes her…uncomfortable.  Even Kaz just looks at her like she’s…like she’s something more than herself.  As if anyone could be more than—

“Do you know where we’re going?” Ryoko asks quietly instead, not wanting to argue.  This has nothing to do with her, after all.  Not really.

Mikan just smiles.  “I have a good idea.”

Ryoko stands in the ruins of the school with the strongest sense of déjà vu.

She’s been here before—

~

MEMORY UNLOCKED.

CONTINUE?

Wait, what, now?

Really?

Right now??

YES | NO

Memory #??? Found.

Password: 284359579875

Memory #??? Unlocked.

Memory Downloading….

After She Taught The World Tragedy.

(Her Whole Life Has Been One, After All.)

“Everything’s ready, right?”

She doesn’t know why she’s asking.  Of course, everything’s ready.  More than even Mukie—

~

Day Seven (of a Fatal Captivity).

“Ryoko?”

She hears Mikan say her name, and her brow furrows.  “Wait, I—”

~

Memory Downloading….

AFTER SHE TAUGHT THE WORLD TRAGEDY.

(HER WHOLE LIFE HAS BEEN ONE, AFTER ALL.)

She spins in her swivel chair, then kicks her feet up on the control panel.  It’s covered with so many buttons and knobs; most of them don’t really do much of anything, but she likes the aesthetic of it.  At least, as much as she likes anything.  Besides, if someone else were to discover it before her plan kicks off (they won’t; she knows them all well enough to know that they won’t, which is…honestly the worst part.  Kyoko, at least, should notice when she’s gone, when she’s slipped out of their shared bed, but…but she never has.  Or if she has, she’s never said anything about it.  She’s certainly never tried to follow her down here.  That’s the thing about Kyoko Kirigiri: she has a blind spot, even if she pretends that she doesn’t)—

If someone were to discover it before her plan kicks off, they’d fiddle around with all of these buttons and never get anywhere.

She brushes her finger along a notebook detailing everything about the machine, then taps it twice with the tip of a red-painted, sharp fingernail.  Byakuya will need this.  She’ll pretend to mix it in with the story she gives Toko, if it gets to that point.  As though it’s an accident, when really it’s all been meticulously planned.

It’s not like she needs all of these details.  She’d created the machine, after all.  Everything’s memorize.

Mukie doesn’t notice that either, so it’s not like Kyoko’s the real disappointment here.

(She really does deserve to die, doesn’t she?  Can’t even pick up on these small, extremely significant details.  She’s supposed to be the Ultimate Soldier!  You’d think she’d notice this sort of thing!

Or believe that her sister, the Ultimate Analyst, the creator of the machine, wouldn’t need a stupid fucking notebook like this.

Stupid, stupid Mukuro.  The biggest disappointment.  Trusts her sister when she shouldn’t; doesn’t trust her sister when she should.

Idiot.)

“Are you ready?”

She laughs, loud and brash.  “Yep!  Ready and raring to go!”  She leans forward in her sister’s face, smile twisting into a scowl.  “And honestly, I’m bored of fucking waiting around.  Chop chop.  Let’s go.”

(It’s a lie.

She’s not ready.

She doesn’t want to do this.

Her friends are going to die.  Again.  It will be her fault.  Again.

No one stops her.  Why will no one stop her?  She doesn’t want to do this.  She doesn’t want to—)

She swallows as Mukie turns away.  Sits there in the hidden chamber for a little while longer.  Waits as Mukie brings the first of them and sets her in the first cradle.

(Sakura has to be first.  Otherwise, she would take even Mukie down.  Best to get the drop on her unaware.)

Then she moves upstairs.

To the garden.

To wait.

Kyoko will find her.  She’s sure of that.

Kyoko will find her.

~

Day Seven (of a Fatal Captivity).

Mikan squeezes her hand, and Ryoko comes back to herself.

“Don’t look.”

“Don’t look at what?”

But as soon as the words are out of Ryoko’s mouth, the smell hits her.  Immediately, she gags and tries to step back and away, but Mikan holds her near to her and doesn’t let her move back.  “What is that?”

But Ryoko knows what it is.  She shouldn’t.  But the same thing that tells her to use Mikan’s nickname (even though she doesn’t), the same thing that gives her muscle memory for things to say and do even though she shouldn’t know any of that, it tells her now, strongly: there is a decomposing corpse near her.

“We have to walk past it,” Mikan says, giving Ryoko’s hand another squeeze. “Cover your mouth and your nose with your shirt, and you’ll be just fine.  It’ll be fine.  Okay?”  As Ryoko obeys, raising her arm so that her shirt does as instructed, Mikan turns and meets her eyes.  “And whatever you do, don’t look down.”

Ryoko nods.  She focuses on Mikan and Mikan alone as she’s led past the corpse; she knows she’s being led past it because the sharp smell grows sharper, even through her shirt, to the point that she can barely breathe, that she takes in small breaths so as to try and avoid the stench that’s so thick she can taste it.  When they make it through what appears to be the frame of a doorway, she drops Mikan’s hand, drags herself over to the nearest wall, and retches.  Heaves.  Nothing comes up, just bile, just emptiness, but it’s enough to get the taste of the scent out of her mouth, even if she can’t get the scent itself out of her nostrils.  Then she wipes her mouth on her shirt.

Maybe this is what she deserves.  For killing—

“Miki?”

“Y-y-y-yes?”  Mikan’s eyes grow wide, frightened.

“I told you about Yasuke,” Ryoko says, running her fingers through her hair, avoiding Mikan’s eyes, “so will you tell me about Mukie?”  She presses her lips together.  “Fuyuhiko says I killed her, and I remember…I remember bits and pieces.  But the memories don’t make sense.  When we were in there,” she gestures to the room with the corpse, “I remembered that she was my sister.”

(She doesn’t think about the nails in the memory, how they’re the same as the nails on her hands that she hates; doesn’t think about the boots on her feet when she’d propped them up on the control panel, how they’re the same as the boots she’s wearing now; doesn’t think about how she’d wound strands of pink-tinted hair around her finger, how she’d smelled so strongly of blue raspberries.

And she is certainly not going to mention Kyoko to Mikan.  Not right now.  Not when she has no idea who that even is.)

“But…but in my earlier memories,” Ryoko says (and she doesn’t mention what those are because she’s still trying to understand them), “she’s just a…just a friend.  Not my sister.”

Mikan’s eyes widen even more at that comment.

Immediately, Ryoko thinks she’s done something wrong.  “I-I-I mean!  M-m-maybe she was my sister?  Even then?  I don’t know.”

“I-I-I don’t want to tell you,” Mikan says, her gaze falling, “because I don’t…I don’t want to influence how you…how you remember things.  If I color what you remember, then you’ll…you’ll feel differently about the memory, and you might…you might not….”  Her voice trails off, and her brow furrows.  “B-b-but I can…I can tell you what she was to us.”  She tugs her lip between her teeth and nods.  “While we find your room, I can…I can tell you that.”

Ryoko nods.  “Okay.”  She runs her fingers through her hair again.  “Let’s…let’s do that, then.”  Then she follows as Mikan continues to lead her into the school.

(Tidbits of understanding are better than nothing.)

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Post-SDR2 AU Matsuda and Junko. They deserve to be in love