I don't own dangan ronpa.


Makoto opened his eyes.

He was in his usual spot, stuck in the desk. Makes for the perfect place to look over everything.

"Because that totally helps." Makoto muttered, still gazing about the general area of his little room. Someone had gone through the trouble of putting up a bunch of 'class of 2015' decorations. On top of looking just plain awful, that was nowhere near the actual date at all. Well, that was what Makoto had thought at least. For all you know, it could very much be 2015. "I find that unlikely."

Yet, the luckster got up from his desk and headed for the door. Pushing it open, he was in the hallway. There, even more of those 'class of 2015' decorations have been put here. A cake too.

"Well, I am a bit hungry..." Makoto thought, reaching into this absolutely scrumptious creation. Only for a desk to slam right into his head.