Domestic Despair

Chapter 1.

I highly dislike these two, but, I love the idea of writing scenarios around them together in some way, maybe if I write them the way I want to, I'll dislike them less.

I am going to try and see how many chapters I can do of different scenarios around these two trying to live under the same roof in this situation.


Junko was sitting in the cafeteria of the long abandoned Hope's Peak academy, which was now little more than a simple hideout for her, after her Killing Game had gone belly up and her captives escaped with their lives. After Makoto Naegi, now hailed as the "Ultimate Hope", and the others who had been forced into her Killing Game escaped, it was not long before her influence was completely overridden. At the same time, she found that nearly everyone who had followed her previously, had turned against her.

Her former followers were now either in the care of the Killing Game survivors, now dubbed the "Fragments of Hope", or under the command of Izuru Kamikura, formerly known as Hajime Hinata, who took control of the "Remnants of Despair" in the midst of her failure. Now everyone who originally worshiped and or feared her either forgot about her or was out to kill her, if they were not already dead.

Just then the door to the cafeteria opened and in walked her reluctant "house mate" Nagito Komaeda, the hood to his jacket up, sunglasses on his face, and grocery bags in his hands. He dropped the bags on the first table he reached, clearly disgruntled.

"He lives," Junko said dryly, "took you long enough."

"Forgive me for not hurrying back," he groaned, taking off his sunglasses, "the roads are still in repair and traffic is shit."

Junko walked over to the table to check the contents of the bags.

"Next time you're going!" Nagito huffed, taking off his jacket.

The fallen blond reached into the first bag and started pulling out the contents, though she stopped when she pulled out a box of cereal, looking dissatisfied with it.

"Oh, you got the off-brand stuff." she pouted.

"First, the stores still don't have much of a variety to choose from," the white-haired outcast explained stiffly, "second, browsing isn't exactly a luxury when your face is plastered all over the country and everyone wants to kill you!"

Junko rolled her eyes and took the bags of food to the kitchen area, while Nagito sat down at the table.

"I did find out something interesting while I was out." the young male said.

His unfavorable roommate responded with a quizzical hum.

"So...you know you're loyal little hellions, the Warriors of Hope?" He revealed, "Well, turns out that like the rest of your old followers they have also taken new sides."

"What," Junko responded, "that wasn't a given?"

"Yeah, but," Nagito continued, "it looks like when they switched teams, they didn't all join the same team."

Junko looked back at him.

"It looks like Monaca joined the Pillars of Restraint." he stated.

"That would be..." she mused.

"Haj...Izuru's side," Nagito affirmed, "I guess that's what they're going by now."

Junko shrugged and turned back to the groceries on the counter.

"Well, we can't say that things are boring," she said flatly, the blithely, "I am legitimately interested in seeing where all this goes."

Nagito was going to respond, but, promptly gave up realizing that it would be pointless.

"Oh, you didn't get the orange juice I asked for?" Junko whined.

"The store was ou-" Nagito uttered, "bitch, just be grateful that I got food, if you're gonna be picky then you do all the goddamn shopping!"

Junko was silent for a moment, casually picking at the lid of a soup can.

"No need to get snippy." she muttered.


More of these eventually.

Also, all of this information is going to carry over into other fics that are coming off of the "Ultimate Rescue" story line.

I am going to try and do more Danganronpa stuff, especially now that I have seen the end of Danganronpa V3 in English.