AN: A new story, this is something completely different and I thought, why not so here we are.
I don't own Danganronp- and I'm not making money off this.
Hajime considered himself to be a helpful person. He always tried to help to the best of his abilities. He was always willing to help those he could.
This isn't too big of a deal, Hajime was a college student going to the prestigious Hope's Peak on a scholarship, he of course had to keep a good record.
He was actually accepted because he was this kind of person. They weren't interested in his looks (which he didn't look bad, he must say so himself), or his intelligence (he'd admit, he was pretty average), but rather his willingness to help.
But the brown haired boy would have traded to be better at any one of those if he'd realized how much trouble his kindness would get him into.
He was on his way back home from school when he heard a faint cough and a groan from the alleyway. He was never one to just leave when someone needed help.
The green-eyed boy walked into the alleyway and came across a long haired male who was holding his side with a red hand.
His eyes widened. "Oh god, sir! We have to get you to a hospital!"
The man growled/groaned. "No..."
"Yes! You're going to bleed out if you don't!" Hajime strode to the guy determined and put his arm underneath the man's and started walking. The man was making this extra difficult.
"No...hospital..." Hajime frowned. "Okay if I agree to not take you to a hospital, you have to come home with me so I can patch you up. Deal?"
The man nodded and Hajime began the trek home. When they got there, he ran to get his first aid kit that Mikan gave him after he put the man on the couch that luckily had blanket on top of it.
He ran back to the man and started to stitch him up, remembering all that Mikan had taught him when he decided he'd wanted to help her in the medical wing.
It took hours, to the point it was close to midnight to completely patch the guy up but luckily it was Saturday tomorrow.
Hajime grinned. "There! You can rest here if you want, I'll get you another blanket."
As he washed his hands, his phone lit up from a notification. Then another. Then four more. He frowned, continuing to wash his hands. After drying them he picked up his phone.
Soda was the first message he saw. "That serial killer is in our area!" He shuddered. That serial killer had gone from town to town slaughtering people. Nobody knew why either which made it worse. It was like he was killing for fun.
Fuyuhiko was next asking him if he made it home alright and saying the same about the killer. He text back and said yeah before he saw the news. Which is why his heart stopped before starting back up frantically.
The killer had struck again. The man attacked had died. Before he died he gave a description of the guy. Long black hair, red eyes.
The exact same as the guy he just patched up. He quietly opened the door and looked at the couch. No one was on it. His breath hitched before the door was ripped open.
There stood the killer he just patched up with a dangerous glint in his eye and a blank face. Hajime fell back and before he could scream the man was on him, choking him.
He clawed and kicked desperately, feeling himself getting light headed and begged for anyone to save him, to get through to this man and help.
Unfortunately someone/something probably did listen and oh boy, he'd rather have died than the insanity that became his life.