Izuru, standing tall, legs apart, hands on hips, with adoring lucky students on their knees running their hands up his chest: Call me Rizzuru Kamuboykisser the way I slay dudecooch.

Luckies, sparklingly: Ah~ Oh~

Junko: Wow that's. That's actually too much despair for me. Plans cancelled, Mukuro. I need to find a new job.

Izuru, tentatively peeking under his sunglasses: Did it work? Are they gone?

Kokichi: And that's how this genius saved the fucking world. You're welcome, LGBT community.

Makoto: I don't understand any of this.

Nagito: I think I just had a hope coronary. Someone help me up.

Izuru: Take me to the playground.

Matsuda: Hrn? 'm busy. What?

Izuru: Playground. At the park. Take me to the park.

Matsuda: No!

Izuru: It is below median temperature. You must dress me warmly.

Matsuda: Dress yourself!

Izuru: You have not left the building or spoken to a human being in five days. You will bring me to the park and let me run off my excess energy and socialise with the other mothers there.

Matsuda: With the HUH?

Izuru: The. Adult humans.

Matsuda: THE OTHER?? WHAT???

Izuru: I want an allowance.

Matsuda: The number of allowances made for you is already ridiculous.

Izuru: I want to be paid an allowance.

Matsuda: Why are you asking ME this?

Izuru: Because I have done my chores and homework.

Matsuda: What chores? What homework?

Izuru: I tidied your office and did your paperwork.

Matsuda: I was never going to give you money but that almost makes me want to.

Izuru: I want to go to the skate park with my friends.

Matsuda: What friends?

Izuru: The ones I shall buy with my allowance.

Matsuda: That's not how you...

Matsuda: Actually, I have no idea how to make friends.

Izuru: You made me.

Matsuda: My point remains.

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Izuru: Put my drawing on the fridge.

Matsuda: It's a sample fridge. The door's for inserts and use-bys and safety blurbs.

Izuru: Which you never read. Put my drawing on the fridge.

Matsuda: Not if it's more of that borderline porn.

Izuru: You mean the sketch of Nagito sleeping?

Matsuda: The amount of detail you put into the textures is some kind of pervy.

Izuru: It is not my fault he's fluffy.

Matsuda: I haven't begun to scratch the surface of the things in this world that're your fault.

(And maybe find a better source for Real American Names than a 1990s video game, Nagito...)

As I caught sight of a famous figure beneath the marble ballroom arches, my foot caught on one of the Oriental carpets and I went flying with my silver tray of British canapés! The tray clattered on the ballroom tiles, drawing everybody's disgusted stares. I caught the head servant scowling deservedly at me, being far too restrained to give me the public beating I deserved! Another servant who wasn't so inept quickly whisked away the mess, leaving me to wobble to my feet and dust off my Victorian waistcoat and trousers and bow tie.

Only then did I dare an audacious second glance at the celebrity whose incredible manly beauty had distracted me, which isn't to say my worthless display of impropriety was the slightest amount his fault! He seemed to tower a head above the rest of the Victorian elite at the ball. He wore the most fabulously expensive, yet understated in a humble sense, black suit with coat tails and a Victorian top hat. As usual, he was surrounded by adoring celebrities: the world-famous soprano Madame Opera, the railroad baron Sir Steamfield Richmoney who could afford a whole country, the notable and heroic lady spy Violine Violets, Janemily Oceans the inventor of the ladies' Victorian bathing machine, and even Crystal Billiam the wildly popular medium who was the talk of English London high society!!

But even among all these elites, Lord Prince Fides Germen the most elite of them all was looking..... AT ME!!!

*Fides' POV*

I had just watched an ordinary and very pathetic servant fall and drop the expensive Victorian watermelon wedges on the floor. How disgusting, I thought, then I thought he would do for my evening's entertainment. Because even though I was surrounded by my rightful associates, the elites of society's hope, that itself was the problem when it came to my nocturnal tastes! For I was simply TOO dominant that I could never indulge my tastes with my peers. They were all almost as exalted as me! What I needed was an inferior, the scum of London's society, someone who I could punish and discipline, bending him to my indomitable will! Someone like... Lio Dippergate!!!

*Lio's POV*

I couldn't believe my eyes as Lord Prince Fides Germen strode dominantly over to me! I went into a panic and started babbling apologies. "This humble servant is very sorry, Germen-sama, for disrupting your evening with such an unsightly mishap! Please punish me however you see fit, or if you prefer, I shall remove myself from your sight at once!"

"I'll take the first option," he said decisively!! "and the second. Remove yourself up to my bedroom in the Victorian Palace Hotel and await me there where I will decide how you're to be punished."

I couldn't believe my ears! "Yes, your majesty, at once," I told Germen with a humble bow. Up close like this, his jaw was chiselled in stone, his light brown hair formed a crown of fierce spikes and his grey-brown eyes were filled with dark desire and dominance. It made my knees, already forming bruises from the marble floor, feel weak and yet eager for me to be on them. When he did me the underserved honour of breathing near me, he smelled like English cologne and expensive English champagne. I wanted to serve him as much of it as he could drink (the champagne, not the cologne) for what was I to such a god but someone born to serve him?

Naegi gave me a final lingering look up and down before he turned and strode masculinely back to the adoring opera singer and all the other women (and..... men???) who immediately crowded around the lord prince to bask in his hope.

I stood for a disobediently long moment on my shaking legs and then, with a last shy glance at the incredibly sexy and handsome Fides Germen, I went and left the ball and ran to his hotel room as he'd commanded and let myself in with the staff key!!!

Look up what Victorian hotels were like

As I caught sight of a famous figure beneath the marble ballroom arches, my foot caught on one of the Oriental carpets and I went flying with my silver tray of British canapés! The tray clattered on the ballroom tiles, drawing everybody's disgusted stares. I caught the head servant scowling deservedly at me, being far too restrained to give me the public beating I deserved! Another servant who wasn't so inept quickly whisked away the mess, leaving me to wobble to my feet and dust off my Victorian waistcoat and trousers and bow tie.

Only then did I dare an audacious second glance at the celebrity whose incredible manly beauty had distracted me, which isn't to say my worthless display of impropriety was the slightest amount his fault! He seemed to tower a head above the rest of the Victorian elite at the ball. He wore the most fabulously expensive, yet understated in a humble sense, black suit with coat tails and a Victorian top hat. As usual, he was surrounded by adoring celebrities: the world-famous soprano Madame Opera, the railroad baron Sir Steamfield Richmoney who could afford a whole country, the notable and heroic lady spy Violine Violets, Janemily Oceans the inventor of the ladies' Victorian bathing machine, and even Crystal Billiam the wildly popular medium who was the talk of English London high society!!

But even among all these elites, Lord Prince Fides Germen the most elite of them all was looking..... AT ME!!!

*Fides' POV*

I had just watched an ordinary and very pathetic servant fall and drop the expensive Victorian watermelon wedges on the floor. How disgusting, I thought, then I thought he would do for my evening's entertainment. Because even though I was surrounded by my rightful associates, the elites of society's hope, that itself was the problem when it came to my nocturnal tastes! For I was simply TOO dominant that I could never indulge my tastes with my peers. They were all almost as exalted as me! What I needed was an inferior, the scum of London's society, someone who I could punish and discipline, bending him to my indomitable will! Someone like... Lio Dippergate!!!

*Lio's POV*

I couldn't believe my eyes as Lord Prince Fides Germen strode dominantly over to me! I went into a panic and started babbling apologies. "This humble servant is very sorry, Germen-sama, for disrupting your evening with such an unsightly mishap! Please punish me however you see fit, or if you prefer, I shall remove myself from your sight at once!"

"I'll take the first option," he said decisively!! "and the second. Remove yourself up to my bedroom in the Victorian Palace Hotel and await me there where I will decide how you're to be punished."

I couldn't believe my ears! "Yes, your majesty, at once," I told Germen with a humble bow. Up close like this, his jaw was chiselled in stone, his light brown hair formed a crown of fierce spikes and his grey-brown eyes were filled with dark desire and dominance. It made my knees, already forming bruises from the marble floor, feel weak and yet eager for me to be on them. When he did me the undeserved honour of breathing near me, he smelled like English cologne and expensive English champagne. I wanted to serve him as much of it as he could drink (the champagne, not the cologne) for what was I to such a god but someone born to serve him?

Naegi gave me a final lingering look up and down before he turned and strode masculinely back to the adoring opera singer and all the other women (and..... men???) who immediately crowded around the lord prince to bask in his hope.

I stood for a disobediently long moment on my shaking legs and then, with a last shy glance at the incredibly sexy and handsome Fides Germen, I went and left the ball and ran to his hotel room as he'd commanded and let myself in with the staff key!!!

Look up what Victorian hotels were like

Kaede: MWEEEHEHEHEHEEE-- [cough cough hack] Sayaka: Are you okay?! Kaede, waving a hand in the affirmative: The Four-Four Witches of Tone and Pitches are hereby assembled. Ibuki: Fourfoursooth! Let the witch familiar be pet!! Sayaka, petting the porcelain crane: Lo, it hast been pet! Izuru: Hath. Thou hast, it hath. Ibuki, leaping on him: THOU hast been petteth! Izuru: Petted-- Kaede: AHEM. Now that the three sisters and one genderless cryptid are sworn in, we shall discuss our wicked workings. Izuru: I've written another song. It is for an acoustic or minimal style. Sayaka: Could be our closer. Ibuki: Ibuki has been practising her awesome fucking death drain shred. Sayaka: That's lovely. I'm looking forward to hearing both! Kaede: I got the administration's permission no problem once they heard we got Izuru agreeing to perform. Ibuki: I think Izzu secretly wanted to be talked into it. Izuru: I didn't. Kaede: And I've spoken to the student council. Good news is they're up for handling the venue and insurance. Shinobu said she'd pull some strings, whatever that means. Izuru: It is an idiom referring to the exertion of unseen and possibly illicit influence. Ibuki: It means she's still got a crush on Sayakaaaa. Sayaka: Ah... don't reveal other people's secrets... Kaede: It probably means the booking and paperwork and stuff are all handled. Izuru: As for the lighting. Are you certain you don't wish me to handle all backstage work? Sayaka: No we don't! Kaede: No more attempts to weasel out of performing. Don't you want your classmates to see you on stage? Izuru: ... Ibuki: Don't you want one pahtickalar classmate standing all lovestruck in the audieeeence? Izuru: ...... Sayaka: Ibuki, are you blabbing about everyone's love lives tonight? Ibuki: The whole school knows about him. Sayaka: Well... fair. Izuru: [pets the witch familiar sulkily] Kaede: ANYWAY. About our plans to keep Kokichi away from backstage. The Ultimate Bodyguard wouldn't help. Izuru: What, none of them? Kaede: What? There's only one. Izuru: ... Ibuki: Ibuki thought if we just stuff him in a fridge and chain it shut... Izuru, at a whisper: Hunger trunk. Kaede: We want him still ALIVE at the end! Sayaka: We're GOOD evil witches, remember, Ibuki! Ibuki: Everyone's a critic. [grumble grumble] Izuru: He is small. Possibly the air supply will be sufficient.

😁

@thekamukuraproject And the "help" he received was from Kaede, who gives him advice on interpretation while he helps her technically. (Their interactions in UTDP/S are so sweet!)

Izuru: I have named this next song "Smoked Some Drugs I Found In A Dumpster And Now I'm Smelling Colours".

Nagito, weakly clapping: Hurrah. Encore. I, definitely enjoy loud music. I support Izuru no matter what!

Ibuki: WOOOOOOOO!

Their classmates: ...

Izuru: ...Mahiru. Your hand is up.

Mahiru: Yeah, I had a question. Did you receive help from anybody in writing your song, Izuru?

Izuru: Yes.

Mahiru: I thought so...

Ibuki: SHRED, BABY! REMEMBER TO HEADBANG! IF THEY STOP MOSHING, PUT YOUR FOOT THROUGH THE MONITOR AND BITE THE GUITAR IN TWO!!!

Daily Danganronpa Fun Fact #101

Izuru had pixel sprites that were used before the ones used in UTDP. They were only used in gag scenes before and after advertisements in the anime. (Left is original, right is new)

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Izuru: I have named this next song "Smoked Some Drugs I Found In A Dumpster And Now I'm Smelling Colours".

Nagito, weakly clapping: Hurrah. Encore. I, definitely enjoy loud music. I support Izuru no matter what!

Ibuki: WOOOOOOOO!

Their classmates: ...

Izuru: ...Mahiru. Your hand is up.

Mahiru: Yeah, I had a question. Did you receive help from anybody in writing your song, Izuru?

Izuru: Yes.

Mahiru: I thought so...

Ibuki: SHRED, BABY! REMEMBER TO HEADBANG! IF THEY STOP MOSHING, PUT YOUR FOOT THROUGH THE MONITOR AND BITE THE GUITAR IN TWO!!!

Hajime: It's based and birth-control-pilled. Mahiru: What. :) Hajime: Based. That's the cool way to call things cool nowadays. Hiyoko: Wanna bet? Hajime: No, it is. I heard it on a podcast. Mahiru: Please don't tell us which. Hajime: Anyway, I just think Hopey Home Crossing's a cool game. It's for one to two players but you can drop in and out and visit your friend's island and there are parts that are kinda... um. Hiyoko: Kinda...? Hajime, badly attempting to cover his face and smooth his cowlick down at the same time: Kinda... romantic... Mahiru: Like what? Hajime: You uh. Well, you can watch fireworks together and it's different colours depending what activities you did that day. Mahiru: That is cute. Hajime: N-not that I've played that scene with Chiaki yet! Hiyoko: No fireworks before marriage? Mahiru: But birth control before marriage, apparently. Hiyoko: Safety first! Hajime: I told you, that's just a cool expression! Sorry you're behind the times! Mahiru: The only pill I need most days is aspirin for the headaches you boys give me. Hiyoko: But I want to be the reason for Mahiru's headaches! Hajime: I'd say you're more of a pain in a different place. Hiyoko: ... Hajime: (Wait. Did I say that out loud?) Hajime: (What's she doing with her knuckles? Oh shit, I said it out loud!)

You spent some time hiding in a palm tree until Hiyoko and Mahiru gave up looking!

??? naeouma? makokichi?? idk

grabthat91: hey guys how was all your weekend

grabthat91: ...

grabthat91: why is my name changed to this ??

Mahiru: Mine was good, thanks, Hajime!

Mahiru: Hiyoko likes to change people's names. -_-

grabthat91: i knew that but what does this one mean ??

SunniGummi: oh

SunniGummi: y'know

grabthat91: quite clearly i dont know bc i had to ask

SunniGummi: u should ask komgayda

SunniGummi: kogayda

SunniGummi: kogaydar?

grabthat91: dont be homophobic

grabthat91: why would komeada know what this means ??

lucky77: indeed! i have no idea what 91cm hiyoko is referring to!

grabthat91: yeah i figured

lucky77: so you expected me to be useless. good to know how i rate in your estimation.

grabthat91: hey no thats not fair

grabthat91: just because you dont know what some weird thing hiyoko says means

grabthat91: and you didnt know anyway so ??

Mahiru: cm?

grabthat91: ??

Mahiru: So you figure it's a measurement, Nagito?

grabthat91: of what? is that my height?

grabthat91: im not that much shorter than you komaeda !! dont make fun of me

Mahiru: You're not under a metre tall. What is it actually referring to, Hiyoko?

SunniGummi: il never telllll lol but looks like sum1 knowsssss

Mahiru: Nagito?

grabthat91: komaeda??

Mahiru: Hello?

awildreserveappeared: who posted that !!

KonamiCoed: You're so cute, Hajime!

awildreserveappeared: im NOT

awildreserveappeared: those pyjamas are not for public consultation !!

memeticallyEngineered: You are cute...

KonamiCoed: You're both cute!

memeticallyEngineered: False. Hajime is cute.

SunniGummi: they r both dummies who look lyk the picture in the dictionary when u look up dork

lucky77: oh, hiyoko, you use a dictionary with pictures?

SunniGummi: wait

SunniGummi: crap

SunniGummi: shut up

awildreserveappeared: someone take them photos down rn

awildreserveappeared: or else

memeticallyEngineered: Or else what?

awildreserveappeared: shut up your meant to be on my side

memeticallyEngineered: 🥹

awildreserveappeared: what now

memeticallyEngineered: You want me on your side...

awildreserveappeared: yeah it would make a NICE CHANGE

memeticallyEngineered: So I can hug you?

awildreserveappeared: no

memeticallyEngineered: 🥺

awildreserveappeared: stop hanging out with bottoms you know i dont speak their language

lucky77: just one of your many failings!

Mahiru: Awww, they saw the photos already? I wanted to see their reactions.

awildreserveappeared: MAHIRU ??

awildreserveappeared: YOU TRADER

Mahiru: What?

awildreserveappeared: TRADER !!

awildreserveappeared: U BETRADE ME

"...nrgh," said Hajime to the world, and the world was in general agreement or at least didn't feel like arguing. He plodded downstairs in his socks, then spent a minute blinking at the cupboard that contained the coffee, except it was the other wall and so he was having no luck figuring out where the door handle was. Eventually, he gave up and stumbled to the couch. After some fumbling, during which he realised he was sitting on it and had to move, he got the blanket unfolded and around him, then he sank into warmth and unconsciousness.

He didn't register Izuru's arrival. He barely noticed the heavy lump somehow insinuate itself into the blanket and coil around him. But his head did flop backwards, mouth dropping open as if to catch a fly or two to go with the Zs.

When, several hours later, they were found like that, a pry bar and force were required to disentangle them. One of them resisted the entire way, curling around his prize like a boa constrictor. The other was snoring and making an apparent attempt to swim up to the ceiling. Both sets of socked toes clenched in protest.

The pictures somehow made their way onto the group chat.

"...nrgh," said Hajime to the world, and the world was in general agreement or at least didn't feel like arguing. He plodded downstairs in his socks, then spent a minute blinking at the cupboard that contained the coffee, except it was the other wall and so he was having no luck figuring out where the door handle was. Eventually, he gave up and stumbled to the couch. After some fumbling, during which he realised he was sitting on it and had to move, he got the blanket unfolded and around him, then he sank into warmth and unconsciousness.

He didn't register Izuru's arrival. He barely noticed the heavy lump somehow insinuate itself into the blanket and coil around him. But his head did flop backwards, mouth dropping open as if to catch a fly or two to go with the Zs.

When, several hours later, they were found like that, a pry bar and force were required to disentangle them. One of them resisted the entire way, curling around his prize like a boa constrictor. The other was snoring and making an apparent attempt to swim up to the ceiling. Both sets of socked toes clenched in protest.

The pictures somehow made their way onto the group chat.

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