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akechisstinkyfoot · 1 year
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lights, camera, action!
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commissions open!
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random-idiot-writer · 2 years
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kokichi's letter
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lol angst and de4th
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Hello there Y/N!
If you're reading this now, it means im probably dead.
Everything you'll read in this letter, from this point forward, willl be the truths I have been keeping from everyone...
The truths I have been keeping from you.
Now that I'm dead, the secrets of the Ultimate Supreme Leader shall be revealed to you! Rejoice beneath the magnificent words that lay before you!
These will be my last words to you, and my first truths in a long time. Each words contains nothing but pure truth, and that is not a lie. Dissmiss them as a lie if you want, but just know that I myself is telling the truth. For my dying words, instead of lies, these words are true.
The truth is that I've loved you ever since I've laid my eyes upon you.
That single moment we met, I fell for everything about you.
It's selfish of me, isn't it?
To finally reveal my feelings to you after my death, not letting you reciprocate your feelings to me. After rejecting your own confession.
I know. I know that this is awfully selfish of me. You might have been better than to read this and wallow in regret.
Yet I cannot help but write this down. I want to be able to lay out the hidden truth behind these feelings before my death. As unfair as it may seem, I want you to know, for my last words, that I loved you too.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I rejected you even as these feelings of mine opposed my every actions.
But I know that you too, understood that we could not be together
Not in this killing game.
Feelings ment weaknesses. Emotions were a hindrance to my plans. And it would ruin any part of my palns
I said that I wanted to win this killing game.
That's what I kept telling myself, at least.
But the truth was not that.
The truth was..
I rejected your confession because it would harm YOU.
Feelings were a weakness and I could not bear to see someone such as you get hurt because of me.
Die because of me.
That was what i was most afraid of.
Love is not welcomed in this wretched, horrible game.
And yet those feelings grew inside me.
Dear y/n,
I love you.
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westankokichi · 1 year
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Kokichi angst (?) Anyways this was pretty lazy and it turned out quite bad lol
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littlesweetcake06 · 9 months
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Kokichi Oma had always been a mysterious and enigmatic figure among his classmates at Hope's Peak Academy. He was known for his mischievous pranks and cunning schemes, but no one knew much about his past or his family.
One day, during a casual conversation with his classmates, Kokichi casually referred to Rantaro Amami as his older brother, shocking everyone in the room. They had always known that Rantaro and Kokichi were close, but they never suspected that they were related.
Kokichi quickly brushed off the comment and changed the subject, but his classmates couldn't stop thinking about it. They wondered if Kokichi was telling the truth, and if so, what kind of family did he come from?
Later that day, while searching for clues in the school's library, Kiibo, Miu, and Maki stumbled upon an old photo album. As they looked through the pages, they found a picture of a young boy who looked remarkably like Rantaro. He had curly orange hair, freckles, and a darkish tan. In the picture, he was holding a child who looked like a young version of Kokichi, who appeared to be around six years old.
The three classmates were stunned. They knew that they had found something significant, but they didn't know what it meant. They decided to confront Kokichi about it and show him the picture.
At first, Kokichi tried to play it cool and act like he didn't know what they were talking about. But as they pressed him for answers, he finally broke down and revealed the truth.
The boy in the picture was named Azim Yukizome, and he was Kokichi's babysitter and caretaker when he was a child. Azim was like an older brother to Kokichi, and they were very close. However, when Kokichi was six years old, Azim was killed in a tragic home invasion.
Kokichi explained that he and his twin brother Keiichi were playing hide and seek with Azim when the invaders broke into their home. Azim quickly hid the twins in a closet, but he was killed in the process. Keiichi knew that Azim was dead, but he kept it from Kokichi and told him that Azim was just sleeping until he was nine years old.
Kokichi's classmates were shocked and saddened by his story. They had never seen him so vulnerable and emotional before. They could see that his past had deeply affected him, and they wanted to help him in any way they could.
As they continued to talk, Kokichi revealed that Azim's mother was Chisa Yukizome, a former Ultimate Housekeeper and a teacher at Hope's Peak Academy. The revelation left Kokichi's classmates with even more questions, and they knew that they had to investigate further to uncover the truth about Kokichi's past.
Despite the emotional toll of the conversation, Kokichi felt a sense of relief. He had finally shared his story with someone, and he knew that he could trust his classmates to support him. As he looked at the picture of Azim and his younger self, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the new kind of family he had found at Hope's Peak Academy.
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lyraminerva · 1 year
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cuteyy101 · 2 years
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I'm So Sorry ( That I Didn't Pay Attention)
I decided to post an unfinished saiouma angst, so enjoy!
tw ;; self harm, suicide attempt, usage of the English translation, fighting(word version)
Unfinished fic under the cut!
Kokichi and Shuichi never really fight, in all honesty this was their second serious fight. This particular fight was because kokichi felt like everything was about shuichi in their relationship, shuichi was denying it.
"Not everything is about me Kokichi!"
"Yes it is Shuichi!"
"You know what, that's why your alone and no one will every love you!"
Kokichi gasped, he felt tears prick his eyes. He felt betrayed, why would his boyfriend ever say that.
"Well if im alone, then your alone, cus im your boyfriend!"
And with that kokichi ran off to their bedroom. Shuichi knew he fucked up. Kokichi would have comforted him and told him it was- Oh kokichi really was telling the truth. Shuichi made everything about himself and never kokichi. He had to fix this, kokichi could be on the brink of suicide!
Shuichi ran upstairs and found kokichi grabbing a pair of clothes and hurriedly walking out the room with room, it was like he was hiding something.
Shuichi decided not to chase after him, seeing as he would probably need some time to himself. Shuichi to turn on the TV in their room and lay down.
~Time skip~ 40 minutes later, 8:53
Shuichi started worrying. Kokichi had been in the bath for 40 mintues. Shuichi quietly got up and walked to the bathroom and knocked on the bathroom door ans waited a minute or two. When kokichi didn't answer, shuichi worried even more.
"Alright kokichi im c-come in"
Shuichi tried to open the door, but it seemed to be locked. 'Guess I'll just force my way in'. And shuichi did just that he backed up from then door and slammed against it and again and again until it opened. As soon as whilst I opened the door he felt this queasy feeling in his stomach. He quietly walked over to the bathtub and with a rush of adrenaline, he pulled the curtain back. As he almost threw up, he ran out the bathroom and went to get his phone and quickly dialed 112. "Hello what is emergency" "Myboyfriendhasslithiswrist!!!" "Sir im gonna need to calm down and tell me again" Shuichi took a deep breath and started to speak again. "My boyfriend has slit his wrists" "Ok im sending an ambulance now and im gonna need you to follow my instructions" "Ok" "Go get towels and go back to your boyfriend and gently press the towels on both of his wrists" "Ok!!" Shuichi quickly ran to get some towels and ran back to kokichi, gently took him out the bathtub and pressed the towels on his wrist. "The paramedics will be there in a few minutes, until stay on the line and continue pressing the towels on the wrist. Next thing you know the paramedics are stroming in, they put kokichi on a stretcher. "Hey kiddo do you wanna ride the ambulance?" "Yes please!" Shuichi quietly ran after the paramedics.
This is where it ends.
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lampochkaart · 6 months
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Your smile
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bee-writes-n-spins · 4 months
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on the other side of that metaphorical one-way mirror, is a trembling little boy. is a fearful child.
he's so scared. so scared they'll see past the facade he puts on to imitate those around him. so scared they'll see his true self.
that mirror is the only thing about him that shows confidence.
but then he meets you.
you're the only one who can see through as if it's a window. you're the only one who can hold that small child and tell him it's okay.
please.. just tell him it's okay..
RANPO, ango, poe, kokichi, UZUI, giyuu, and any of your falsely confident favorites!
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wackpedion · 9 months
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Saiouma Week 2023 - Mastermind/Bandages
Mastermind Shuichi and how it'd reflect off Kokichi always fascinated me, so this prompt was PERFECT for me. So much angst material, so many what-ifs, so many thoughts
Originally this was like 4 pages instead of 2, with some inner dialogue from Kokichi and some taunting from Shuichi but I didn't really have enough dialogue ideas or visuals to justify that and honestly just these two pages killed me (especially the second one AGHH), this was actually the first thing I started on for Saiouma week and took me ages so I had to get drawing the others
A struggle was also drawing Kokichi, he doesn't typically let things on through his facial expressions and acts nonchalant but comics are a visual medium, so. I didn't want to have him OOC but I kinda had to and just own it
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evercelle · 1 year
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truth and lies, final round
one last game, saihara-chan...! winner takes all!
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frickingnerd · 1 year
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kokichi ouma with a s/o who's framed for murder
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pairing: kokichi ouma x fem!reader
tags: angst, lies, reader is framed for murder, death, spoiler for danganronpa v3
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everyone thought you were kind. too kind even, since you were even nice to someone like kokichi who caused nothing but trouble
but when the next body was found and all the evidence seemed to suggest you were the killer, everyone quickly changed their minds about you
and it didn't help that you even went along with it–
you got the idea from kokichi. turns out being around him had a few perks after all
he had confided in you, about his plan to reveal the mastermind and end the killing game. how he wanted to create a case where the mastermind would make a mistake and break their own rules
he wanted to be the one playing the bait, but things don't always go as planned. and when monokuma tried to frame you for this case, you played along
you gave kokichi a warm smile, before you put on your act. and kokichi stayed quiet, since he didn't want to ruin your plan. his plan
but he quickly ended up regretting it
he could've saved you!
he was sure monokuma would slip up
even as everyone voted for you as the blackened - including him - he thought monokuma wouldn't possibly go through with your execution
just seconds before he did execute you, it finally dawned on him. monokuma would go through with it!
kokichi desperately cries out your name, trying to jump in and save you. he's sobbing as he tries to get to you
but he's too late
and again, you just smile at him. as if you were trying to tell him that everything will be alright. that your death wouldn't be in vain
everyone thinks this is just another one of kokichi's acts, as he tries to explain the situation to the others. that you were framed for the murder. that you couldn't hurt a fly, let alone another person!
but nobody believes a word he is saying
why should they? even he voted for you as the blackened! 
if he knew you were innocent, why would he do that? he was just trying to mess with their heads!
the truth was only revealed after kokichi had passed away as well. when kaito explained kokichi's plan to the others, they slowly start to realize that the two of you had really been trying to help them
but you would never know that they found out or that your plan ended up succeeding. you were both dead by that point and had died believing your attempts were in vain...
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m-y-fandoms · 1 year
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COMMISSION: Nagito Komaeda and Kokichi Ouma (x reader) - Yandere Relationship Headcannons + Scenario Drabble
Warnings: This is yandere content. Obsessive, possessive stuff. Don’t like = don’t read. Like my Korekiyo version, sexual NSFW will be under a labeled heading so you can skip that section, then the drabble after, which is SFW will have its own heading warning again. Additional warnings for violence, unhealthy relationships, and mentions of dub/noncon. Also SPOILERS for SDR2 and V3.
Word Count: 1.7k
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Let me get this out of the way first of all: you picked two of the easiest Danganronpa characters to make yandere. With their personalities, mindsets, intelligence, and how they react to stress, it’s very easy to imagine these two going yandere for their lover/darling. It’s not a reach at all. So let’s get into it.
Nagito Komaeda
SFW Headcannons:
FOR SURE the delusional type of yandere.
He’s delusional in his daily life at times, so when he’s fallen in love, such an intense emotion corrupts him further.
He would delude himself so far as to believe that his luck cycle couldn’t affect or touch his darling, the ultimate hope in his eyes.
He knows that the people around him often get hurt because of his luck cycle, but when it comes to his darling, he has fully deluded himself into thinking that he can protect them, that his love for them is so strong that he knows what’s best for them.
He thinks so lowly of himself and so highly of his beloved, that he believes that just once, for once, his luck can’t harm them.
Nagito believes in his beloved as the pinnacle of shining hope, and worships the ground they walk on.
Nagito is so in love with the embodiment of hope, that I truly believe that he would rather see his darling dead than to let their hope be muddied or fade.
He’d kill them with his own two hands before he’d let this world corrupt them.
He would hoard them to himself, always making excuses and distractions to steal more of their time and attention.
He knows he doesn’t deserve them or their time and energy, but he’s highly intelligent and thinks of roundabout ways to keep them around him at all times.
He always seems to be where they are.
If they need a favor done, or a question answered, he’s there.
When it comes to romance, as I said, he’s a worshipper, obsessive.
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He would kiss and mark every inch of their body, be greedy with them, needing to touch every sensitive spot on their body.
Nagito is both the ultimate switch/verse and the ultimate pleaser when it comes to his lover.
With a lover that accepts his delusional yandere side, he’s obsessed with becoming their perfect lover. He already hates himself and knows he will never be good enough for them, so he needs to mold himself into whatever they want from him at that moment.
When his darling wants a dominant, aggressive top, that’s who he will be. He is more than willing to mess around with impact play, ropes, fear play, breeding, praise and degradation. He would love nothing more than to take them by surprise and force his desires onto them for their pleasure. He would be a master of dub/non con play.
If his darling wants to see him as a submissive, pathetic mess, he will fill that role. Whimpering, crying, begging: all his specialities. He would let them smack him around, pull his hair, talk down to him, and he would revel in it.
Kinks I think Yandere Nagito would definitely be into: wax play, knife/gun play, choking/breathplay, shibari, CNC, degradation, spanking, public humiliation, edging, impact play, breeding, hair-pulling.
Yandere Nagito Drabble:
“Shhh! Shhh, don’t cry, my love…” Nagito caressed the back of your neck gently, lowering your body to the ground slowly as it slumped in his arms, all energy slowly draining from your form. Your vision was blurring, closing in at the edges as more and more blood seeped from your wound. The knife Nagito had just buried into your stomach now sat discarded beside you. Strategically, he sat cradling you into his arms, only allowing the blood to spill onto his own clothing or pool onto the thick blanket he’d set out below you beforehand.
You could only gasp for breath, tears spilling freely down your cheeks. You knew Nagito was dangerous, but you’d never thought he’d turn on you specifically. It always seemed like he’d kill for you, die for you, but to take your life with his own hands?
“T-they won’t get to you… this world… Monokuma… I won’t let them!” His voice quivered, his mind and heart buzzing with both crazed love for you and grief at your necessary passing. He had to do it, though. No one else was worthy of taking your life, and he wouldn’t let that damned bear have the pleasure.
After learning the truth of this world as the reward for completing the Final Dead Room, he’d concluded that this was the only way to spare you, his beloved, from this wretched world. It was the only solution. If you were the traitor, stuck in this evil world with your wicked peers, you deserved to be released. If you weren’t the traitor, surely you were tricked, brainwashed into becoming a remnant of despair, and you must understand that he can’t allow the love of his life to oppose hope. You wouldn't want that, right? Surely, you’d see the need, you’d see it his way…
As the life faded from your eyes, he gripped you closer, now freely weeping into the bloody mess of your limp body. This was all temporary. He’d join you, soon. The plan was already in motion.
Kokichi Ouma
SFW Headcannons:
Kokichi would be another yandere who thinks he always knows what’s best for his darling.
Unlike Nagito, who would kill his darling to retain their purity, Kokichi would do anything, including killing himself or others, to keep his darling alive.
In their own way, maybe both feel like they are doing their darlings a kindness with their methods.
Kokichi is not a nice, caring, subservient type of yandere. Some yanderes obsessively live to serve their darling and worship them. Kokichi is so scared of losing his darling that he is restrictive, possessive, sometimes extremely cruel to them.
He expects them to do what he says, when he says, because it’s all for their own good, for their protection.
He does not like when others interact with them.
He sees pretty much all other interactions with others as cheating/flirtation in his own deluded mind.
When someone especially charismatic like Kaito talks to his darling, he feels himself fuming, and drags them away with a rough grip on their arm, or publicly embarrasses them so badly that they don’t want to continue the interaction.
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Kokichi is not a kind lover.
Mainly, he sees his pleasure as his darling’s pleasure. After all, if it feels good for him, why wouldn’t it feel good for them, too?
On the rare occasion he does decide to focus on his partner’s pleasure and preferences during sexual encounters, he is very frustrated and angered by anything less that an overly-enthusiatic response.
He loves their praise, as he thinks he deserves it.
And though he relishes in the returned affections of his darling, a sick part of him loves when they cry, beg or resist as well.
Kokichi is territorial, leaving bruises and marks.
And he wants others to see them, for sure.
His infatuation for his beloved becomes the center of every goal. He wants to end the killing game for them, for him, for their love. He wants to rule this world with them.
Kinks Yandere Kokichi would be into: spanking, fear play, knife play for sure, degradation, slut-shaming, impact play, bondage, public/semi-public/voyeurism, CNC, humiliation (giving, not recieving), overstimulation (giving)
Yandere Kokichi Drabble:
Fuzzy-brained, disoriented, your eyes cracked open slowly, a migraine thumping in the back of your head. You groaned, eyes focusing in to see a figure in front of you, even in the low lighting.
Of course it was him. Who else would it be?
The last thing you remembered, you were sitting in the cafeteria, trying to destress and process after Gonta’s trial. You were drinking a steaming hot cup of tea, waiting for Shuichi to show up, and for some reason, your energy began to rapidly deplete. Your limbs got numb and heavy, your mind clouded, until your world faded to black.
Nothing in the tea had tasted off, nothing in your environment felt suspicious. That’s how good he’d gotten at this…
Now you were here, sitting before him. He’d taken you silently and skillfully.
“You drugged my tea?” Kokichi approached, bending down to meet your eye level. Further taking in your surroundings, you now realized that you were in fact chained up, locked to the wall behind you in the bathroom of the Exisal hangar.
“You weren’t gonna come on your own…” he pouted, a look begging for sympathy on his face, “and I could ‘ve dragged you here myself, but the kicking and screaming would attract too much attention…” He leaned toward you, leaving a quick, teasing peck of a kiss on the tip of your nose. If your hands were free to wipe it away, you would’ve.
He was right though. You wouldn’t have come on your own, and not quietly, either. At one point, you considered Kokichi a friend, even with his stalkerish obsession with you. You saw the good in him, and knew he had redeeming qualities. Now… after what he’d done to Gonta, after the absolute shit-show that was that last trial and the complete flip he’d made, you wanted nothing to do with him.
Kokichi walked to the other side of the room, and after some rustling into a little bag he’d brought with him, he brought forth a roll of duct tape. Without hesitation, and with a crooked grin on his face, he tore a thick strip off and pasted it across your mouth. Your wiggling provided little resistance, as he had you locked down pretty well.
“There! Can’t have you alerting the others, fraternizing with the enemy!” He had a crazed look in his eye as he spoke those words.It was like he actually believed them, believed his own lies. As if he could read the thought behind your puzzle expression and furrowed brow, he continued: “I’m going to end this killing game, once and for all! You and me, we’re gonna be the last two standing… I’ll make sure of it! Everyone else is merely an obstacle, an opposing force! Place your trust in me, and we will rule this world together!” He giggled, becoming more and more unstable with each word.
He wanted you to trust him, but had you chained up?
“This is for your own good. You’ll only get in my way, colluding with those idiots! You just don’t know what’s best for you, so you’re gonna sit here and look pretty, while I take what’s rightfully ours.” With that, he reached into his pocket, taking out what looked to be a small remote, a controller of some kind. You could only imagine its purpose.
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random-idiot-writer · 2 years
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Kokichi's backstory
These are all headcanons honestly but i wanted to put things together
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Kokichi was a shy and timid, small child. He never had the advantage of height and was always deemed shorter than his peers. Due to those factors, he gained many bullies at the school he went to. Not only was his body more petite in comparison to everyone else's, but kokochi also lacked the confidence and social skills to tell anyone, making him the prime target.
Yet at home, Kokochi knew how to act perfectly fine. He put on a mask of happiness and childishness at home, and knew how to control himself and his expressions.
Kokichi had always lied about everything at school being well. His parents favored his older brother very much, from the way he had amazing grades, to the way his appearance was careful manners torwards everyone. His parents held many expectations of his brother, and needless to say, the two siblings were nothing alike. Bad grades, a sloppy appearance, kokichi was the opposite of his brother.
His brother was the perfect child. Kokichi was the dissapointment.
Yet kokichi hand never minded that fact, because despite everything, he and his brother's relationship had remained close, and he held a deep admiration for his older sibling. He didn't want to cause anyone troubke by mentioning the bullying at school, so he lied about his bullies to everyone.
His brother was always studying for his grades at home whenever he could, sometimes under the order of his parents. Yet not once had kokichi seen his brother unhappy about his situation, or show any signs of disobedience torwards his parents. His mannerism alwys remained completely composed. He had little free time, but kokichi always treasured every last moment they spent together while his brother was free. He could act as himself with his brother, and they knew each other the best.
Sometimes when having nightmares, he would sneak in his brother's room and snuggle with him under his blanket. His brother locked the room, knowing kokichi had the ability to pick locks. Both of them never told their parents about their midnight talks. His brother was one of his only sources of comfort.
In his scarce free time, kokichi would notice that his brother disapears from the house for a few hours. This dissapearance became more frequent, and the hours spent took longer. Kokichi decided that he would follow his brother next time, out of curiosity of what he was up to.
The revelation hit kokochi like a truck. His brother was secretly in a small gang that was pretty well known in the area as "DICE". The gang consists of several orphans and were extremely strict in that manner. His brother was one of them. kokochi watched them converse, using slangs and swear words. He watched as his brother gulped down alchohol and laughed at vulgar jokes. He was using a fake name, and lying about being a single child orphan like the rest them.
So this was his brother. Well, it was only natural that someone with so much pressure would be seeking escape from their harsh reality.
Yet kokichi could not help but feel a sense of dissapointemnt in his chest. His admiration for his brother wlowly dissapated as he watched his brother's other personality.
The truth.
This was the part of his brother that he hid from kokichi underneath the facade of etiquette. This was the truth underneath his brother's lies. Kokichi wished he had not discovered the truth, that he could have led to believe his charming and perfect older brother, his model, his inspiration.
He knew that it had all changed. He couldnt hold on to his beliefs anymore, and knew he had to face the cold, harsh reality of his brother.
It was ironic. His brother was lying to everyone about his personality to keep his life, while kokichi was lying about his life to keep his personality. Although brothers, they were so similar despite their many differences. Well, they were siblings afterall.
Kokichi was so fixated on his brother that he had not notice one of the other members creeping up from behind. The member pulled on kokochi's hair unsuspectingly, and dragged kokichi to the gang as kokichi tried to pull free frpm that member's grasp futilely.
As kokichi was brought in closer, his pale, purple hued eyes met his brother's, and both of their eyes exchanged several anxious messages within that wuick glance. His brother' expression was equivalent to a shocked, horrified expression, while kokichi was sure that he could not help but portray a terrified, anxious one. But another member broke that contact between them before they had the chance to exchange words.
"Wow, whos this little guy?" She jeered at him.
This felt exactky like it had in school. Where everyone taller had picked on him because of his small frame. He felt like a small, powerless sheep in the territory of lions. Kokichi was, of course, terrified. Yet he could not let that fear show on his face. Not now.
He was best at controlling his emotions, afterall. It was one of the only things kokichi could do right. He calmed his nerves as he put on yet another performance.
"Kokichi Ouma's my name! And if you couldnt tell, I'm his brother."
The brother he was too ashamed to be honest about.
His brother always expressed to kokichi that he was proud of him no matter what, and would always be with him, even if their parents werent. He had always told kokichi that he would never be ashamed of him, and that he wasnt a dissapointment. His brother called kokichi his pride and joy, which kokichi still remember and held onto until today,
Well that was obviously a lie too.
Kokichi felt their gaze shift onto the person he was pointing to, who became increasingly horrified as they each turned their heads torwards him. His brother.
It was a taunt, directed torwards his brother. Kokichi's pent up emotions and anger torwards his brother led him to this action, before he realized the gravity of what he just did.
"You lied to us..?"
"Why?!"
Kokichi felt the tension rise as the anger of the members were directed at his brother. And he was the cause of it.
Before he knew it, everything escalated faster than he could react. A fight broke out among the members and he watched his perfect brother get beaten as he had i school. Before he knew it, his fragile and beaten brother was in his arms, and kokichi was handed a gun by one of the members.
"Shoot him and you live."
Those words echoed through his head.
"Only you can get out of here alive. Do it."
He was in a gang. Notorious for their cruelty. That was what they were famous for.
Shakily, kokichi brought the gun to his brother's head.
What else was he supposed to do? They would never let his brother escape, and he would die if he didnt kill his brother.
Kokichi brought his fingers to the trigger. Is this it? He's going to murder his own brother right here at the moment, just to save himself.
No. Kokichi never wanted his outcome. If these were the consequences of his actions, kokichi would much rather bring himself to be the one punished for his own actions. "I-I can't-" kokichi started, before his brother Grabbed his hand with the trigger.
"You're still my pride and joy." His brother gave one last smile before pulling the trigger.
Pink blood splattered all over kokichi as he watched his brother's life fade right before him.
His brother's blood.
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When kokichi arrived back home, it was past midnight. He caught the sight of his parents waiting in front of the doorway. Probably for his brother.
Well, they should be prepared to wait forever.
"WHERE IS HE?!" His mother grasped kokichi's sholder, squeezing it hard.
Ow.
"ANSWER ME!! WHERE IS MY BABY BOY??"
Not here, apperently.
Kokichi couldn't raise his head to face them. He couldn't stand to lie anymore. Not after everything that happened.
But what would his brother's death had been for, then?
His brother wasted his entire life, trying to be perfect. Trying to make their parents happy.
All that time spent for something so insignificant. His brother was reaching for the top when nothing was up there.
"He's dead."
Hesitantly, kokichi brought his eyes up to face his parents. He saw their mortified faces. It was the truth that shocked them the most. The truth ended up harming them more than both pf their lies.
kokichi walked away from his parents after he revealed those words to them. He walked away from his home.
The gang was quite suprised to see kokichi show up there, after finally letting him off. And quite displeased at the fresh memories he brought them too. But it doesnt matter. Kokichi wanted revenge.
Kokichi said he had killed his parents to the gang, which was true. He killed their morality and life ashuman beings after he announced the sudden news. And he never intended on going back to their graves.
He challenged the leader of the gang to a competition of leadership. The knife game. He won the game and became the leader of the gang. The leader of devils. The leader of evil.
After his ruling, he orchestrated many harmless pranks, dialing down the cruelty. The gang became more known as fun jokesters instead. He learned the lives and personalities of each 9 members and they grew closer after their reluctant hatred torwards one another in the beginning, He earned all their trust, and they became the family he always wanted.
The end
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littlesweetcake06 · 9 months
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Danganronpa V3 was a virtual reality killing game show, and all of the students had survived. However, despite the game being over, Kokichi seemed to be avoiding his classmates. They couldn't understand why he was acting so strange, as they had all been through the same experience and should have been bonding over it.
One day, they decided to confront him and find out what was going on. They went to his house and found him lying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His eyes looked milky, and his face was expressionless. They asked him what was wrong, but he didn't answer at first. After some prodding, he finally spoke up.
"I only joined the killing game because I thought it would help me see again," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've been blind since I was five years old, and I thought that if I won the game, I could use the prize money to pay for a surgery that would restore my sight."
The group was shocked. They had never known that Kokichi was blind, and they had never even considered the possibility that he had joined the game for such a personal reason. They realized that they had misjudged him, and that they had been too quick to label him as a liar and a manipulator.
Kokichi went on to explain that he had been so consumed by his desire to win the game and regain his sight that he had lost sight of everything else. He had deceived his classmates, lied to them, and even put their lives in danger, all for the sake of his own selfish goal.
The group listened to him in silence, unsure of what to say. They could understand why he had done what he had done, but they couldn't condone it. They knew that they could never fully trust him again, but they also knew that they didn't want to give up on him.
As they left Kokichi's house, the group made a pact to help him in any way they could. They wanted to show him that he didn't have to go through life alone, that there were people who cared about him and wanted to support him.
Over the next few weeks, they spent more time with Kokichi, getting to know him as a person rather than just a player in a game. They learned about his interests, his fears, and his hopes for the future. They also discovered that he was a talented musician, and they encouraged him to pursue his passion.
As they got closer to Kokichi, they realized that he was not just a liar or a manipulator. He was a complex person with his own struggles and insecurities, and he had done what he had done because he was desperate for a chance to see again.
Eventually, Kokichi opened up to them about his past, about how he had lost his sight in a car accident when he was just a child. He told them about his struggles to adjust to life without sight, and how he had always dreamed of being able to see again.
The group was moved by his story, and they made a promise to help him achieve his dream. They started a fundraising campaign to pay for his surgery, and they used their connections to get him an appointment with one of the best eye surgeons in the world.
As Kokichi went through the surgery and started his recovery, the group rallied around him, supporting him every step
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dwangan-wonpwa · 1 year
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11 things that kokichi ouma hates, in no particular order:
literal murder
absence of free will
being vulnerable
meaningless violence
lying to oneself
lies made for absolutely nothing but the sake of seriously hurting people on purpose—malicious lies, to put it short
people who make said lies
boredom
when you manipulate a trustworthy person to kill another person you were cooperating with, and in the trial you "realize" the former is "lying" so well that you—someone who's talent is based off of your ability to read people—can't even detect their tells, meaning that they were so much smarter than you realize, but despite their intelligence they still choose to play the "façade" of a clueless, innocent idiot. so you condemn them, to try to corner them out of their lies—out of disdain for being deceived this whole time, out of fear for having lost control since you can't see past their act, out of pity for someone that has been hiding behind a falsehood like the same way you have for the entirety of this killing game, or out of the desperate need to prove yourself wrong, that they were a liar to be kind to people, like you, like DICE, you can't pinpoint the reason why. maybe it's some, maybe it's all of them. either way, they don't let go of their "mask," insisting that they don't know anything, they're a gentleman, and gentlemen wouldn't kill people, honest! again and again, the same illogical attempts at a defense that everyone else just accepts. you wonder: why are they sticking to this front so stubbornly (you're asking that?), when they can just play along and defend themselves with a lie to incriminate you further? almost everyone would believe them anyway. what you've saw, what you've done, what you've realized, everything that's been happening… it's too much. you snap. if they understand that, then why aren't they doing it right? argue back already. use your head and make logical arguments to reach the verdict both of us want. just make an excuse or whatever. they still don't relent, and they go with the same answer: i don't know anything. you're so sick of hearing that, it's what they've been saying this whole time. you yell and scream at them with frustration, your composure breaking, before the detective reveals a truth that explains their behavior: they don't remember killing anyone. at this point, you know it's over, since the detective is bound to figure out the truth, and everyone is listening to him, so you speed up the trial to end it as quickly as possible. you antagonize your former partner, to ensure they die with hatred towards you, if they didn't already. but they don't. they don't hate you, even asking everyone to remain be friends with each other, including you. they get sent to death with tears and guilt, without knowing why they killed in the first place. you manipulated someone so kind into murder, berated them, and sent them to their death.
pig feet
those little monokub cunts
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