Author's Note: Please understand that this is extremely spoiler-y for Dangan Ronpa 1 and Super Dangan Ronpa 2! I'd also like to point out that this is told in Tsumiki Mikan's point of view, and she often stutters and trails off. I normally do not write in this type of syntax, but it was required for writing in character. As well, I keep the honorifics in the dialogue as this is how the characters normally address each other. Translating them into English sounds very awkward. Lastly, this is rated mature, since in later chapters there is extreme sexual content. It has been a while since I have wrote fanfiction, so please bear with me. I hope you enjoy The Queen of Hearts!

I was never really good at anything…except for maybe one thing.

Deep within my heart, I truly cared for everyone. No matter what they would do, I only desired to be next to them as someone they could trust. Not only that…but I wanted to make things better. I wanted to heal.

That's why I devoted my life to helping people. I am a super high school level nurse.

No matter how hard I tried, I could never gain the trust of others. I was there when they needed me, I ran to them when they were hurt. But…in the end, they never cared for me…

Except one person.

It was raining that day, a gruesome downpour upon the campus. Many students stayed inside to wait for the rain to relent, and others decided to brave it on the way to the dorms. I didn't want to stay in the classrooms, a prime target for those who didn't like me. It was a death wish to stay inside with all those people. All of them staring at me, judging my every move.

Umbrella in hand, I dashed outside through the rain as fast as I could with my head down to watch my feet. The trait that I hated about myself…was that I was always tripping over myself. It would be a catastrophe if I fell in the rain, mud all over my school uniform.

Nearing the dorms, I saw them. A group of other students who I shared classes with. Silently, they stood like statues in the rain, clutching their umbrellas. My mouth opened into a heartfelt smile. I knew them, they seemed to like me…at least I hoped they did…

I can't remember the exact events anymore. It was all a blur. I remember running up to them, happily crying out their names, asking what they were doing in the rain. The next moment, I was on the ground, my umbrella skittered across the wet pavement. One of the stood over me, the shade of their umbrella obscuring their face, but I could see it…that look of scorn on their lips. That person pulled my bag out of my grasp, ripping a seam on the bottom causing all my books and anatomical diagrams to fly out. The group yelled things, hurtful things I'm sure. I couldn't hear them, the rain pounded my ear-drums as I lay in a puddle too stunned to understand.

Splat!

My hand flew to my face automatically, wiping off something dark and grimy.

Splat!

There it was again. A grainy, wet feeling on my skin. More dark gritty mush on my face.

"I-I'm so sorry," I stammered. "I don't underst-"

Splat!

It was mud. They were tossing mud at me. My vision blurred, my cheeks hot as my emotions suddenly burst. Unable to hold back my tears, I sobbed openly, imploring them to stop and explain why they were upset.

They continued to scream at me, deaf to my pleas. More mud flew through the air around me. Once the rain began to let up, they turned their backs to me and walk away, occasionally turning around to scoff or laugh.

Shakily, I forced my heavy body up to gather all my books and umbrella. My throat stung and trembled as I picked up my umbrella from across the lawn. I froze there for a long time, unmoving as I tried to recollect my thoughts. I didn't want to go back to the dorms, where all the students would be now. I didn't want people to ask what happened...to see…them laughing at my mud-stained clothes and face.

Without another thought, I trudged through the mud towards campus again, umbrella hook over my arm and my broken bag cradled in my arms. I kept my head down again, watching my feet shuffle through the grass onto the pavement, wondering why they would do this to me again…

Before I knew it, I found myself in the empty hallways of the school. My body walked on its own accord, shuffling towards the place I found myself most comfortable: the infirmary. The smell of formaldehyde blew into my nostrils upon opening the door, and composure instantly overcame me.

Setting my items in a nearby sink, I started to clean them, neglecting washing myself first. As I scrubbed the remnants of my bag, I heard more rain strike the window panels. It did not stop, the droplets streaming down the glass again. I would probably be here all night at this rate…not that I minded; it was sometimes more enjoyable to sleep in the infirmary beds than in my own…

I turned back to my work, but noticed a draft coming from ahead of me, the skin on my arms bulging into shivers. Removing my hands from the sink, I approached the door, which I had left open by accident, but something made me instantly stop.

Someone stood in the doorway. And they were staring right at me.

"Um…I'm so so so sorry," I cried, ducking my head away from the person. "I didn't mean to intrude in here, I j-just needed to wash some things…"

"Why aren't you cleaning yourself up? It looks like you're the one who needs the washing," a high voice replied. I glanced up sheepishly to see a girl around my age leaning against the door frame. Her uniform was altered, decorated with bows and fashionable patches ironed onto her jacket. She carried a large atmosphere around her body…as if she was someone important or dignified. And she probably was because she was absolutely stunning.

I squawked really loudly, my muddy feet slipping on the tile in attempt to back away from her. The next second, I found myself staring up at the ceiling, the infirmary lights burning into my eyes. Shielding my face with my arm, more out of embarrassment than my retinas smoldering, I lay there until my whimpers were stifled fully.

She stood over me, I noticed as soon as I removed my arm. Her poufy hair framed her face, bringing out the light blue of her eyes. Those eyes that stared at me. But, those eyes weren't squinty or filled with disgust…they were glassy and wide.

"Hey, are you all right?" A hand grabbed my dirty arm, pulling me up to my knees. The girl crouched next to me, her brow furrowed as she seemed to scan me.

"P-please…don't worry about me, ma'am…" I stuttered. Her gaze didn't leave me, focusing on my face with all the mud stains. I felt so embarrassed…I'm sure if there was no dirt on my face, it would be bright red instead…

Suddenly, she stood up, her laced boots eyelevel to me. She walked over to one of the sinks, rummaged around in the cabinets until turning on the sink.

"Here," she said as she came back towards where I sat, handing me a wet rag. "Your face is really dirty. I think if you clean it, you'll feel better. Then, everyone can see your pretty face!"

"A-a-a-ahhhh…" I nervously accepted the rag, shoving it into my face so I wouldn't let her see my reaction or the fact that my cheeks felt red-hot. "Thank you…" I said through it.

"It's no problem. What is your name by the way? Not everyone stays in the infirmary past school hours."

Gulping, I peeked an eye out from my cloth barrier. She was on the floor next to me, sitting in my muddy tracks as if it didn't bother her. She smiled softly at me. "Tsumiki Mikan," I replied, finally removing the cloth to see her fully.

"Ah! Tsumiki-san, my name is Enoshima Junko! It's so nice to meet you…!"