Hope Always Wins (Probably) A Danganronpa X Reader Oneshot Book

💜💚(Ishimaru X Reader) Bathroom Counters💚💜

Feel a little bad that I'm starting this new story while my other one is still kind lacking, haha!~ I take requests and am fine with smut, mweh heh.~
💚 = Lime/Lil Spicy
💛 = Lemon
💙 = Sad
❤️ = Angsty (won't do many of these unless prompted)
💜 = Fluff
💔 = Heartbreak (rare)
WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF GORE AND RAPE FROM 'THE FIRST PURGE'! MONDO AND LEON ARE IN THIS CHAPTER SO YOU KNOW WHAT COMES WITH THEM!~ POTENTIAL CUTENESS OVERLOAD FROM TAKA!~
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"Put me down! Dude, my skirt is lifting up, fuck off!" My (s/c) (Skin Color) hands pounded fruitlessly on the strong back of the one and only Mondo Owada.

    Currently, I was slung over his shoulder as he forced me with him to Leon's house for a hang out. This corn head only had one arm tightened around my waist as I squirmed in his grip and screamed to be let go once again to which he only chuckled and shifted me to keep me from falling.

"Ya know that I'm not letting go, just like I know that you don't care about people seeing under ya skirt." A few runaway strands of my (h/t) (Hair Type) hair fell into my mouth from my ponytail, eliciting me to sputter it back out before answering the smug gangster holding me captive.

    He wasn't wrong with what he said but I still felt the need to feign injustice. "Okay, fine, maybe not, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't wanna go to ol' firehead's house for some stupid party!"
    My steely gaze glared at the back of Mondo's brown mullet that contrasted the burnt orange of his bumpy pompadour. "S' not a party, just a small gathering of friends, doll.~"

    I could practically feel the smile he donned on his tanned face. "Not my fault that you get a bit too into your "Ultimate" when my bro is around, kid.~ Into the goody goody ones, right?~"
    The only response he received from me was a huff as my cheeks warmed and my legs crossed in the air at the resurfacing thought of our loud, innocent and hot class president.

'Fuck, he's right-'

    The "Ultimate" ability Mondo's referring to isn't my official title. To the world I'm "The Ultimate Home Designer" but to people closer to me, I've been dubbed as "The Ultimate Flirt" for my charismatic ability to flirt and turn on anyone, boy or girl. The ability doesn't phase me for the most part since I can control my urges that come with the quirk, though I would be lying if I hadn't used it to gain some "experience" at parties before.
    Unfortunately, the most affect it's had on Kiyotaka is that he becomes red and unresponsive, at best, instead of the usual 'I'll take that as a go ahead to fuck you' I get from most people. It's..unusual, to say the least. I suppose that just shows how much of a true gentleman Kiyotaka is. How troublesome.

    As my mind wanders to places I'd rather not say out loud, I stop resisting Mondo and hold my hands to my warm cheeks stretched into a bashful smile as the opportunity here clearly presents itself.
"Put me down, ya shitty piece of overdone corn, we have a party to go to!~" The change in my demeanor has the addressed boy loosening his grip around my waist so I can slide down his front to my feet, a lopsided smirk hanging off his lips as I do.

"Knew you'd come around eventually, and lookie here, we've already made it.~"
After fixing my school uniform, I lift my head to gaze upon the mansion that is Leon Kuwata's.

    Said aforementioned male claims he needs all of this space for "when the ladies start rolling in", his words not mine, and they need a place to stay after an "exhausting night". And yet no one has seen any trace of these supposedly rolling women. Everyone believes that they're getting ample rest; enough to leave before they're seen at least. Plus, Leon was always one for the saying "go big or go home". Guess he interpreted that saying differently.