I don't own dangan ronpa.


Kyoushi breathed a sigh of relief.

The hallway had just opened up and a nice-looking lounge awaited her. Or would have, with the tables and couches of the room strewn all about, massive holes teared into the walls and floor. Thankfully, its culprit was close, judging from the mass amount of muddy footprints that covered the torn apart room.

"Man, life loves being an asshole to me." she thought and noticed something in the back left corner of the room. Standing there, a boy dressed in a black t-shirt and grey athletic shorts was making hand signals to a mop head with legs. "And you are?"

"Ruf Caliona and Pooch." Ruff explained and Kyoushi walked away. Plans were beginning to form in her head and she cracked an evil smile...