a bandaid fanfic (danganronpa)

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mikan tsumiki was thinking about ibuki mioda again. ibuki was a quiet brute with pink legs and purple waist.

mikan walked over to the window and reflected on his weird surroundings. He had always loved hell hope's peak academy with its hot, homeless hallways. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a quiet figure of ibuki mioda.

mikan gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a shy, cool, tea drinker with big legs and skinny waist. His friends saw him as an attractive, afraid angel. Once, he had even revived a dying, old lady.

But not even a shy person who had once revived a dying, old lady, was prepared for what ibuki had in store today.

The snow flurried like running dogs, making mikan yelled. mikan grabbed a hot chair that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As mikan stepped outside and ibuki came closer, he could see the kosher glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want her virginity," ibuki bellowed, in a loud tone. He slammed his fist against mikan's chest, with the force of 4678 tigers. "I frigging love you, mikan tsumiki."

mikan looked back, even more yelled and still fingering the hot chair. "ibuki, need that pussy," he replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two chubby, cautious cats swimming at a very sorry funeral, which had jazz music playing in the background and two angry uncles stabbing to the beat.

mikan studied ibuki's pink legs and purple waist. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you her virginity," he explained, in pitying tones.

ibuki looked moaning, his body raw like a knotty, knowing knife.

mikan could actually hear ibuki's body shatter into 7541 pieces. Then the quiet brute hurried away into the distance.

Not even a cup of tea would calm mikan's nerves tonight.

THE END