Danganronpa x Reader Oneshots

Izuru Kamukura x Reader - Ruins

REQUESTED BY: KcIsPotato

A/N: Here's one for Izuru! Enjoy!

(Content warning: includes implied/referenced murder.)

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The city was... quiet.

Compared to the smoldering ruins of what used to be a high-rise office building and the police sirens from the remaining hijacked cars (that currently served as joyrides for those left), things were strangely silent. It was unnerving.

You walked aimlessly through the wreckage, half-lidded eyes scanning for any signs of life.

All around you, buildings burnt, a faraway screaming echoing through the once-shining cityscape.

You blinked slowly, scuffing someone's head with your shoe. It rolled along the concrete, revealing their horrified - dead - expression.

Really, you had to laugh to yourself. Who would have thought that it would only take a few days for everything to unravel this quickly? One day, you're a lowly shop clerk doing her night rounds, then the next day it's like Hell itself opened upon the whole world.

Your friends, coworkers, family... everyone perished in a single night. All perpetrated by men and women wearing those awfully hideous bear masks. You hardly had the time to mourn the loss of your parents before your store went up in flames.

And then it was just you. You and him.

He crossed over to you, long black hair swaying in the wind. Well-kept as always in that black suit and tie, his crimson eyes finding yours.

You took his hand and together you strolled along the road, passing crashed cars and bodies strewn about the concrete.

"What a boring end to the world," you mused to yourself with a light sigh. "And here I thought it would be much more... violent. Messy."

"You can't have everything," he pointed out dully.

"True, but I expected something more along the lines of the Purge." You shrugged, giving him a wry smile. "Call me old-fashioned, but I like my carnage to come in style."

He made a small noise, whether in agreement or not you couldn't tell. Not like you cared. Your companion was at least good enough company in the apocalypse.

At least you knew he could -- and eventually, most likely would -- kill you quickly, should the need ever arise. You were ready to greet death with open arms and a kiss -- oh, how you'd longed for it. But you would wait.

For now, you pressed a kiss to his cheek and squeezed his hand, watching as several people chased after a screaming man, armed with pipes and bats. The two of you stood at the top of the world, the king and queen of chaos. The harbingers of death, the instruments of destruction. The world burned beneath your feet as you walked through it unscathed, a literal army at your backs, ready to kill at your command.

The thought alone brought a smile to your face.

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A/N: Kind of went full sadistic!reader there, but hey, I do enjoy me some sadism from time to time.

(Also definitely wasn't spurred on by the MHA reveal in Chapter 290, definitely not--)

Please tell me what you thought, feel free to request more, and I'll see you guys later!