Danganronpa One Shots and Boyfriend Scenarios! [REQUESTS CLOSED]

My Hope (Nagito x reader)

(This was my own idea. Sorry if I mess up Nagito's personality.

B/N = Boy name)

Y/N's POV

"B/N, do you want to play?" Kazuichi asked me as I stood against the wall of the classroom. His face was illuminated by the giant screen he had made to play video games.

"No thank you." I responded in my fake voice. I cleared my throat since it was starting to hurt a little.

"Don't you get hot wearing all of that?" Fuyuhiko asked me. I glanced down at myself.

Instead of wearing the school uniform, I always wore a jacket and baggy pants over another layer of...other clothes. I also wore a scarf around my neck to hide the real length of my hair.

"No." I responded.

I let out a small sigh as I continued watching everyone play video games. It looked fun, but I wasn't really the sociable type. Which made my profession a little more difficult then it needed to be.

They were currently playing some game about money and spaces. It looked confusing to me, but that's not what I was really paying attention to.

My eyes wandered to a white-haired male who was sitting on the far left, and had a pleasant smile on his face. He appeared to be losing the game, which was ironic since he was the Ulitmate Lucky Student.

"For a guy who's all lucky, that poverty God's raining on your parade pretty damn hard." Kazuichi said to Nagito. His smile didn't even waver.

"Hehe. My luck is bound to run out someday, right?" Nagito said. Suddenly, Nagito rolled a sixty, which was the highest roll possible.

"How the hell did you roll a sixty?!" Nagito made it to the finish line.

"Heh. I'm sorry. I guess my luck is still good for a while." He laughed awkwardly.

Nagito set down the controller that was in his hands, and walked to the back of the room. I could feel my heart ache from deep within me.

"...I wish I could just tell him. Tell everyone who I really am. But they'll just suck up to me.

Whenever someone in the past has recognized me, they usually get excited, and praise me. As if they're seeing a God in front of them.

But...I don't want to be treated like a God. Like I'm perfect. I just...want to me treated like every other person."

"Is there something wrong?" Ms. Yukizome came over to me and asked. She was the only one who knew who I really was.

"No, ma'am." I responded curtly. Her mouth pressed into a thin line. Right as she was going to speak, Ibuki came over to us.

"Come on, Ms. Yukizome! Let's play a racing game!" She pulled the teacher away from me, and I felt a little relieved.

-time skip-

After watching everyone play video games, Teruteru brought in a large pot filled with Nikujaga. We all sat in a circle, and quickly prayed for the meal.

I took a bite, and my first instinct was to gush over how amazing it tasted. But then I remembered that I was at school, so I restrained myself from doing so.

I noticed that tears were falling from Nagito's face, and instantly became worried about him. "Ryota" asked him why he was crying. I knew he wasn't really Ryota. It was easy for me to tell when someone was acting.