just a shitty story I write when im tired bc I have no life. uhh yeah The game stays the same but now shuichi awakes from Danganronpa to find his friends alive and they now just sit and vibe. This will mostly only be fluffy shit because I can't write angst to save my life, also that shit hurts.
my version of Shera and how I wanted it to go or how I thought it might go well and I'm sorry for any. mistakes the second part won't be out for a while depends
Whatever Bokuto writes shows up on his soulmates arm. An arm that belongs to Akaashi Keiji. A bokuaka, kuroken, bokuroo fic. Written: 2019-2020 Cover art: @almangods
"Oy, Kenma!" I glanced up from my phone to see Kuroo stood with his hand around yet another girls waist. I looked back down at my phone, and after a couple seconds Kuroo responded: "Don't worry, Kenma's like that to a lot of people,"he told her, pulling the girl slightly closer to him. She giggled. I rolled my eyes...
