I don't own dangan ronpa.
Kyoushi made her way down the hallway, taking in the felt-covered walls and white tile floors.
"Once this is all done, all have this entire place torn down and replaced with something more beautiful and closer to nature." she thought, reminded of her palace. It was your typical fantasy-style palace, made from dark blue marble and gold. Inside, everything had a white and gold honeycomb theme to it. She was so caught up in her daydreams, she didn't notice a person walk right into her.
"Hey!" the person remarked and Kyoushi returned to reality. it was young boy, dressed in a blue t-shirt covered over with a white apron and red sneakers. He had emerald eyes and crimson hair, covered by a chef hat. A wide smile covered his face, and he was humming some tune that she couldn't identify.
"Yes?" Kyoushi remarked and watched the boy.
"I'm Truti Cakey, Super High School Level Pastry Chef!" Truti shouted and Kyoushi facepalmed.
"Isn't Truti more of a girl name?" Truti ignored her and headed off. Kyoushi followed right behind, contemplating her opinion of him. But, she pushed those thoughts away and got ready for the next person.
