Another Danganronpa Imagines Book

My Reason to Live (Ryoma x Reader)

Warning: Yandere Tendencies, Violence, Spoilers for V3

Ryoma could only sigh with disdain, watching as he looked at his crush talking up a storm with Kaito Momota, self-proclaimed Luminary of the Stars- or whatever it was he said. Every time he saw them laugh, he could only feel the pit in his stomach grow larger. Every day that passed by, they only seemed to grow closer, and nearly made Ryoma sick. Of course, he kept this to himself, along with his feelings for you. After what happened to whom he loved last? He'd rather not risk putting them in harm's way, especially in the high risk, high stress situation they'd been placed in. He could never do that, not after you gave him the will to survive.

A chill ran down his spine as he recalled the moment they shared.

"Kirumi, what are you doing?!" S/O screeched, running as Kirumi lifted the piece of wood. The maid's eyes widened, turning her head sharply to face them, and Ryoma mimicked her actions. S/O ripped the board away from her hands, and Ryoma watched in shock as the two wrestled.

Finally, huffing and panting, Kirumi shouted at the top of her lungs, "MY COUNTRY NEEDS ME! I REFUSE TO DIE IN THIS HELLHOLE!" She took off running, desperate to get out of the hell that was the Killing Game.

S/O, also out of breath, turned to look at Ryoma, and held a hand out. "A-Are you okay? She...was gonna..." They trailed off, trying to find a way to tell him. Ryoma just frowned, taking their hand and standing himself upright.

"Yeah. I know." He dusted himself off, then turned away to face away from his savior, hiding his face by pulling his hat down. "It's not like I don't deserve it anyways."

"What are you talking about?" S/O questioned, squinting their eyes. "You...knew she was going to kill you? But why?"

"You wouldn't get it," He started, shaking his head. "After all, you have someone who actually cares about you in the outside world. You didn't hurt everyone close to you, and you're not a murderer." S/O's eyes softened, and they slowly started to piece together exactly what he was talking about. Without thinking, they quickly gave him a hug, which Ryoma slowly, but surely, accepted.

"You deserve to live too. Who cares what some video says? I care about you, Ryoma."

"You...do?"

It was from then on that the pair got closer. S/O allowed him to tell his stories about his past, always making sure to listen and pay attention, and Ryoma would slowly start appreciating all that they did in order to make him feel comfortable and wanted. Unfortunately for S/O, however, it started to get to the point of obsession where he would depend on them– and only them– for happiness.

Why was Kaito trying to take that away from him? After all he's been through, Ryoma had finally found a source of joy, and here was Kaito, acting as if you two hadn't bonded throughout the days of being here, him literally being by your side at almost all hours of the day.

It wasn't until he saw you blushing that something inside of him snapped. Instantly, he recognized the feeling that washed over his body. No, it wasn't guilt. It wasn't sadness, and it wasn't even anger. No, this was the feeling that somebody was going to die by his hand. Tonight. Although, this time, the feeling was different. He felt deep shame and borderline regret when he killed those men, but now?

He felt nothing. He was absolutely numb, and he was going to use that to his advantage.

Later that night, as everyone was sleeping, Kaito had just come back from his training session with Shuichi, though it looked more like Shuichi training and Kaito looking at the stars. Never mind that now– Ryoma was on a mission. As he watched as the unknowing spaceman closed his door, he knew it was his time to strike, making sure to hide his weapon behind his back. Walking up to the door, he knocked, and instantly, Kaito opened the door back up.

"Oh, Ryoma! I didn't expect-"

"I need your help." Ryoma interrupted, wanting to get straight to the point. Kaito raised his eyebrow, but he stepped aside to let Ryoma in, shutting the door behind him. "Thanks. Well, it's about S/O."

"Oh yeah? What's wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, he held the tennis racket in his hand, metal ball in the other, squeezing them. "I.. I need her. She's my only reason for happiness anymore." Kaito blinked, not really getting what Ryoma was saying, before he smiled wide. Then, he smiled wide, laughing.

"Aw, Ryoma! Do you like her? Is that what you need my help with?"

"Not exactly."

In just a couple swift motions, Ryoma's job was done. Kaito was on the floor, blood seeping out of his forehead, and Ryoma, standing above him. Still, there was no emotion on Ryoma's face as he looked down at the now deceased astronaut on the floor. Chuckling darkly, he picked up the metal ball, placing it discreetly in Kaito's closet, and walked away from the scene, making sure nobody else saw.

The next day, as much as he hated himself for it, he admittedly loved watching you look around for Kaito. As soon as you gave up, you started hanging back by Ryoma's side, which is what he wanted. He smiled up at you, pretending everything was normal, because, well, things finally were again. In his mind, everything was as it should be again. He could finally be happy again, be relaxed again. Oh, how he missed your attention so much.

And if Kaito's life had to be sacrificed for the sake of a crumb of serotonin, so be it. He'd do it again. And again. And again. After all, he was a murderer, right?