A/N: Yet another requested fic. I kinda went a different way with this, I guess...? I hope it's okay.

Also, chapter 1 spoilers for DR1.

I don't own Danganronpa. That's Spike Chunsoft's job.

The votes were all cast. Nothing more could be done to save Leon Kuwata from his likely gruesome fate. The baseball star crumpled to the ground in a heap, begging for his life to a malevolent judge that would probably only make it worse for him because he has the audacity - the unmitigated gall - to attempt to whine about what he 'rightfully' had coming to him.

And yet, Kirigiri didn't feel that this was justice. At least, not the justice that she wanted.

Ideally, Leon wouldn't have killed Sayaka, and then she could have gotten to know him just a bit better. She knew that he wouldn't mind; he was a bit of a flirt with all the other girls, Kirigiri noticed. And yet he never once came to her... Which tortured her to the core.

Was she not pretty enough? Was she not cheerful enough? Did she scare him by hiding her emotions and always seeming so serious? It seemed like there were all these different factors that could easily have played a role in her never seeming to be noticed by all the flirty people - for despite the air that she put on, Kirigiri was still a girl, who liked cute things and makeup and talking about boys. So was it wrong to have the desire to be flirted with?

Especially since his most common target for flirting was, ironically enough, his victim, Sayaka Maizono. She supposed it made sense - Naegi mentioned to her in passing about Leon's dream of becoming a rock star, so of course he'd gravitate to the idol. And yet, Sayaka, for lack of a better term, pissed Kirigiri off to no end.

She knew it was a petty kind of hate - it was probably jealousy and little more, especially considering that she essentially had two men wrapped around her little finger and planned to kill one to frame it on the other - but even when she was alive... before the motives came out... Kirigiri still couldn't stand her. Part of it was because she was so famous - Kirigiri suspected that she'd never worked a day in her life. She also wasn't overly attractive, and seemed like she wore too much makeup - even her hair was fake, Kirigiri knew.

Perhaps, though, what ultimately made their friendship impossible was the fact that Kirigiri wanted Leon to herself.

She didn't know if there was going to be any real romantic intent in there, but it didn't matter to her. She wanted to feel like... well, like a normal girl. She wanted to get hit on and gush over a guy with someone. She wanted to be able to think about him all the time while she got herself ready that day to face the world...

She wanted to feel normal.

But now, she'd ruined it. She'd ruined it all by throwing the only man who she felt could make her feel that way to the wolves, and now he was already being clawed apart.

Kirigiri couldn't even hear his blubbering to be let out of his execution. She knew it was selfish, but it didn't matter to her any more. In a way, this execution would be like a catharsis, though at the same time, likely beating the normal out of her.

As the balls started flying at him, Kirigiri could slowly feel her normal calm demeanor... her typically blunt and rational thoughts, bubble back to the surface, no longer in danger of being overtaken by some idiotic desire to be normal.

That died with Leon.

A/N: gomen

I kinda turned this into a slight character introspection...? idk, this just kinda happened.