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in the middle of the night, Kravitz is woken up by crying
Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing, Dangan Ronpa Gaiden: Killer Killer (Manga), Super Dangan Ronpa 2, Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, Dangan Ronpa: Another Episode
19 Jan 2020
First of all, you gotta admit, my titling skills are A+ worthy. Second of all, this will contain spoilers for the entire series, mainly V3 because they're my main cast here. This will include ships and some head canons I personally have, but hopefully they don't dictate the story too much, but I hope you respect my choices here.
Anyways, as for the story itself, this takes place in a VR/Hope's Peak Academy AU where everyone is alive. However, not everyone is awake at the beginning of the fic, so some people will be absent until after a few chapters chapters. Since this is beyond what I'm used to as far as writing goes, I will be adding written scenes, as well as a plot (w o w .) All the characters, including those from THH and GD are in their first year and similar ages, that way we can have the same cast for all three years. Also, if you see parallels between the canon series, it is probably intentional. Kiibo is also human, but that will be mentioned in the story in case you didn't read the description. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!
You do not spend as much time as John Watson has spent in the company of death without learning two things: there are tricks to this, but there are also Rules.
The first trick is this: you swallow your grief. Death cares not at all if you grieve, and therefore it does you no good, not now. There will be time to cough it up again later. For now, it is only a distraction, and you cannot afford to be distracted.
The first Rule is this: you do not wash the blood off your hands. It’s okay if it flakes off, that’s inevitable. It’s not the blood that counts, it’s the washing. If you wash them, you begin to let go, just the tiniest bit, and you cannot afford to lose your grip.