#anyway if this has typos its cause my proofreader aint got to this yet

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im the “I don’t love you.” anon! i meant oumasai sorry

You’re good anon! I kinda thought so but thanks for specifying! Here ya go:

“I don’t love you”

Kokichi paces the roof, the all too bright and cheerful sun streaming across the tan roof. It runs contrast to dour grimace on his face and the relentless thrumming of his nerves. This was a huge mistake. Why did he let it go this far? Why did he decide today was the day he reveals himself? Just because it’s white day? Is he an idiot? I think I’m a moron. I think all of my brain cells jumped into the ditch Haruto-chan dug behind headquarters and buried themselves there.

An image of a folded up letter and a heart-shaped box flits through his mind for the 17th time that minute. The same impulse runs all throughout his body, bouncing between the walls of his skull. His fingers twitch. Is it still early enough to steal it back? Saihara-chan tends to spend at least an hour after class just going over his notes and completing his easiest HW-assignment, right? He should still have time; he wrote the meeting time to accommodate for that.

He glances at the clock on the wall. It’s ten to four. Fuck. Even if he ran all the way to Saihara-chan’s locker he would have just enough time to take it out before Saihara-chan would be there asking what he was doing. No go.

So then what? Does he lie? Does he say the note and the chocolate were just a joke? That this was a prank gone far too long? Oh yeah, that’ll go over well. ‘Hey Saihara-chan yeah about the secret admirer letters, it was all just a big prank! The chocolate too! Nishishi~’ That’ll just get him slapped. Another no go.

Then what can he do? Can he run? He could probably make it all the way out the door to the front entrance in the next five minutes. He probably wouldn’t get caught, and more importantly, he won’t be here for this! Yeah, except if you’re not here it’s the same result as the last one. Another cruel prank. Someone playing ding-dong-ditch with Saihara-chan’s heart. “Damn it!”

The clock ticks; he’s so hyperaware of it it’s loud in his ear. But it’s not as loud as his regrets. He didn’t have to do this! He didn’t have to make chocolate at all! And it took so long to do it too. Dai-chan had to supervise him because he’s not allowed in the kitchen, and it took three different attempts to make something that was passable. It probably still sucks. All this work, just to inevitably get rejected! Great!

Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong. The clocktower resounds throughout the grounds.

To my beloved detective,

Come to the roof at 4:00. I’ll be waiting.

-You’re soon to be known admirer

P.S: enjoy the gift. It’s homemade~

The final bell chimes, and with it the door to the roof opens. FUCK! “Ouma…kun?” The soft voice of Saihara-chan rings out questioningly. Kokichi stops pacing and looks into the doorway to see him standing there, still holding the door open, mouth slightly ajar. You’re so surprised to see me! Of course, he is. Who would expect to see Ouma Kokichi? Who would hope for Ouma Kokichi as their secret admirer? “Are you…?”

“Ding ding ding! We have a winner!” Kokichi cheers, throwing his fist up in the air in victory. He’s not feeling particularly victorious. The grin smashed on his face shouts otherwise. “Hope you didn’t try the chocolate before you got here! I wanted to see you try it.” That part is actually true. If he’s going to go out, he might as well go with a bang. Maybe he’ll stick around to see Saihara-chan scrunch his face up in disgust. Ha, as if he’d get that far. He’d probably just throw it out without trying!

The sound of the door gently closing prompts Kokichi to actually focus on the boy he invited to meet him. Saihara-chan doesn’t say anything for a while, slowly walking across the rooftop to meet him. He looks off to the side, clutching his arm as if he’s still trying to put together how to phrase his next works delicately. At least he wants to be nice about it. He’ll probably try to still be friends, and Kokichi will say okay like a dumbass even if it’ll hurt more. Finally, he manages to ask, with pink staining his cheeks, “Do you…really like me…?”

The plastic smile drops, leaving behind a thin line. “What do you think, Saihara-chan?” he asks, words soft. Despite writing poetry on notes for months and months, saying it out loud just can’t happen. Or maybe he’s just trying to distance himself ahead of time.

“I…had no idea,” Saihara-chan replies, finally looking him in the eye. The sunlight makes the gold of his eyes pop more. He’d take in their beauty more closely if he wasn’t waiting for the inevitable implosion of the world. It’s coming. It’ll be over soon. He’ll say the words Kokichi dreads to hear and he’ll go home and definitely won't cry in a pillow. Saihara-chan opens his mouth. Here it comes. The inevitable ‘Sorry, but…I don’t love you.’

Who would love him?

“Ilikeyouback!” Huh? The sentence hangs in the air despite being blurted out so fast. What? How? Is this a joke? A prank? Revenge for all the shit he’s pulled over the years? Maybe! He might even deserve it after knocking down the bookshelves in the library. His heart is racing; he’s almost dizzy. Is he dreaming? Did he mishear something? There’s no way there’s no way there’s no way!

Saihara-chan’s face is now the color of the heart-shaped box in his hand. Wait, that’s not the box he gave him. Is that…? “I actually…I was going to give this to you earlier, but then I kinda chickened out, and I thought I’d just save it this but…” He laughs, awkwardly, running his free hand through his hair, “it ended up in the same place. I’m pretty lucky, aren’t I?” That small and nervous smile is the world.

“You…like me…?” The words sound cracked and disbelieving to his hears. Like he could barely force them out of his mouth. He’s sure his façade has entirely shattered, leaving the shock plain as day on his face. Can it…really? He reaches for the red box but stops just short of taking it. Saihara-chan nods, audibly gulping. What are you apprehensive for? I already confessed! Kokichi takes the box gingerly. For a moment, all he can do is stare at it, fidgeting with it in his hands. And then he smiles, big and genuine and bright. “Good! Cause it’d be super boring if I spent a whole year writing you notes and nothing came of it.”

Saihara-chan returns his smile, brilliant and beautiful and warm. Those gold eyes are filled with love.

#hope.txt #oumasai #saiouma #saiou #ousai #my fic #dangan ronpa #ndrv3 #one done #eleven to go #anyway if this has typos its cause my proofreader aint got to this yet #the ao3 version won't have em #I like this one #it keeps my grand tradition of prompt breaking #anyway I hope you all enjoy! #Anonymous