*Burr! *Burr! You are entering into new writer territory, noob writer territory alert! Please leave anything to help me improve on my writing! ^^
This story represents my two ships of Danganronpa, mind you that I've only played the game and have not watched the anime.
Was he gay? Or was he straight? Or was love, to him, just a feeling that surpassed the category called gender in this world? Makoto thought as the shower's steam faded away to reveal a brown haired man in the mirror, with a towel tied around his waist just below his moderately toned body.
As the shower continued running in the background he placed his right palm on his forehead as he began remembering the traumatic events that transpired just a year ago. They were locked in a school, with no means of getting out unless they killed one another. It was a time full of despair with deaths and murders but he didn't think he'd find what he found there. He found love. Love with the most gentle and kind girl.
So when it happened, he had hated himself. He wished he was stronger before it happened. He wished he could tell his love that masculinity wasn't just based on a man's strength, but also on a man's courage to stand up for what he believed in. Just like how he had stood up for Hope in the face of Despair. That very same courage Chihiro herself had attained when she chose to accept the truth and had set out to change herself. So should he be happy for Chihiro, that even though she was killed she was still able to find the strength to accept herself as a guy?
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NO! Chihiro didn't deserve to die! He thought angrily as he drove his fist into the solid wall. Chihiro was just beginning..just beginning a new chapter in his life, a chapter which would bring new experiences. Whether they were sad experiences, happy experiences, or experiences full of frustration, it was a new start with the happiness of Chihiro being able to be himself not having to be caged in guilt from hiding his gender! It would be a new chapter in Chihiro's life that Makoto would have been apart of, because more then gender he had fallen in love with the entity named Chihiro. Though he wondered if his position as top would've been in danger if Chihiro had survived and became stronger. After all Makoto wasn't buffed ou-
Before Makoto could think any more about his first love, the shower in the background stopped and out emerged a silver haired beauty who asked
"Makoto, are you okay?"