Random Danganronpa Oneshots

Calligraphy- Toko Fukawa x Reader [FLUFF]

You sat in your everyday seat in the library, safe from all the other students. They all seemed to have a grudge against you, mainly because of your personality. There were a select few you trusted, but you'd just prefer to stay away from everyone for now.
Whenever Byakuya Togami wasn't hogging the library, you'd simply sit there and write in a journal. It was your way of entertaining yourself when no murders were occurring. Not that you enjoyed the trials and investigations, the first one was an utter nightmare.
Your mind flashed back to the discovery of Maizono's dead body, Enoshima's punishment. Gory, disturbing, making you tingle in fear, and Leon's execution. You remembered the look on their faces.
You put away your journal, and went to find some loose printer paper. You recalled. it was in the top drawer, in the cabinet in the top left corner.
And you were right, as you pulled it open to retrieve ten sheets of paper.
Sitting back down, you un-capped your fancy, jet black ink pen to work on your calligraphy. Your mother had taught you from a young age, and you'd gotten the hang of it over a few years.
Unsure of what to write, you printed the word 'despair' in cursive. You liked it, but it wasn't good enough.
You printed the word again, still in cursive. It was thoroughly imperfect.
As you wrote the word 'despair' over, and over again, a wave of negativity washed over you. You snatched the ballpoint pen next to you, not wanting to destroy your calligraphy pen, and scrawled the statement 'THERE IS NO DAMN HOPE.' in block capitals.
You sighed and collapsed on the desk, feeling a strand of hair tickle your back. It wasn't yours, it was tucked in front of your chest.
There was someone else in the room.
Only a few explanations were valid. Kirigiri, Sakura, Celestia, or Toko.
Toko.
You'd seen her following you around the school since the very first day. She creeped you out, with her muttering voice and dirty attitude.
And of course, she'd followed you into the library.
"Toko, what're you doing here?"
Toko gasped, realising she'd been caught by you. She blushed profusely.
"Th-that g-guy with the pompadour t-told me!" A small drool escaped her lips, as she bit on thumbnail.
You frowned, "you mean Mondo, right?"
She nodded, stepping towards you. A few inches closer and you'd be nose to nose.
"Th-that doesn't m-matter! W-we're alone t-together n-now!"
You shook your head in dismay, prepared to smack the girl with her own plaits.
"Well, it's lovely you considered my social state, but please let me know when you're coming."
She didn't seem to care about your short little rant. She kept laughing nervously, fiddling with your (h/l) (h/c) hair.
"I-I love your hair, [Y/N]!" Toko gushed, entangling her hands within it.
"S-stop!" You begged.
As you realised that she wasn't going to scram until you slapped her into outer space, you turned back to you calligraphy.
"Can you please let me work, To-"
"You have such lovely handwriting!" She drooled on your paper. You gagged. Toko grasped your hand, determined to win you over.
"Go bother Togami or whatever..." You muttered, as she became more overwhelmed as you spoke,
"and wipe the drool from your mouth, would you?"
There was a brief moment of silence.
"[Y-Y/N], I-"
"Go away!"
She sighed, wiping a mere tear from her eye, as she left the library.
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I have no idea what I just wrote.
There seems to have been some misconception lately with my requests schedule. People occasionally will ask for a oneshot to be made, when I have articulately stated that I'm not taking any in at the moment.
I understand you're eager, but I have lots to do.
HOWEVER.
I'm struggling with plot points at the moment. Therefore, I will open suggestions. Thanks~!